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Happy birthday Thomas Brodie Sangster!!

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Media: The Hunger Games

Pairing: Finnick Odair × YN

Summary:After the events of the Quarter Quell, YN finds herself in District 13 alongside Finnick. As the rebellion rages on, their relationship is tested by trauma, secrets, and the uncertain future that awaits them both.

Warnings: none really, teeny tiny bit of angst if you squint

The air in District 13 always felt too thin. YN could never quite breathe right, the underground walls pressing in like the arena itself. She sat on the edge of her bunk, twisting a piece of netting between her fingers, one of the few remnants of District 4 she had left. The scent of salt and sea had long faded from her clothes, replaced with the sterile, metallic tang of war.

A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.

“Can I come in?” Finnick’s voice was quieter than usual, lacking its usual flirtatious lilt.

YN nodded, knowing he’d see the invitation in her eyes. He slipped inside, closing the door behind him with a sigh. The weight of everything they had endured hung heavy in the space between them. Finnick, the golden boy of the Capitol, now a shadow of the man he once was.

“They’re sending us on another mission tomorrow,” he said, sitting beside her. His hands, calloused from years of tying knots and wielding tridents, trembled slightly. “Katniss, Boggs, me… and you.”

YN swallowed hard. She should have expected this. The rebellion didn’t leave room for rest, even for those still piecing themselves back together.

“Do you think we’ll make it out?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Finnick let out a humorless chuckle. “I stopped thinking about the future a long time ago.” He turned to her then, green eyes dark with something she couldn’t name. “But if there’s one person I’d want by my side, it’s you.”

Warmth bloomed in her chest, though she hated the circumstances that had brought them to this moment. They had fought together, survived together. He had held her when the nightmares came, just as she had done for him. They weren’t just two victors anymore; they were something more.

She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. “Then we go together.”

Finnick’s grip tightened, as if anchoring himself to her. “Together.”

The rebellion loomed ahead, a storm waiting to break. But for now, in the dim light of their shared sanctuary, YN allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, they would survive the tide.

Little did they know, only one of them would.

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The way you make me feel

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Newt x fem!reader

The Glade was alive with the hum of its daily rhythm: tools clinking, runners darting to and from the Maze, and the faint aroma of Frypan’s stew wafting from the kitchen. But Newt couldn’t focus on any of it. His attention was glued to Y/N, who stood by the gardens, sleeves rolled up and dirt smudged across her cheek.

“Oi, Newt!” Minho’s voice snapped him out of his trance. “You planning to help or just stare at her all day?”

Newt’s face turned a deep crimson as he shoved Minho playfully. “Shut it, shank.”

But Minho wasn’t wrong. Y/N had a way of capturing Newt’s attention without even trying. She was fearless, kind, and the only person who could make him forget about the Maze's dangers for a while.

As if sensing his gaze, Y/N turned, a soft smile gracing her lips. “You’re just going to stand there, or are you going to help me with these weeds?”

Newt cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. “Thought you had it covered.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow. “Not if you keep distracting me.”

Minho laughed from a distance, clearly enjoying Newt’s flustered state.

---

Later that evening, the Gladers gathered around the fire for their usual storytelling session. Y/N sat beside Newt, the warmth of the flames making her cheeks glow.

“Alright, lovebirds,” teased Gally, a mischievous grin on his face. “How about a story from you two?”

“We’re not—” Newt began, but Y/N cut him off with a playful nudge.

“Fine. Once upon a time, there was a boy who couldn’t stop blushing around a girl,” Y/N said, shooting a cheeky glance at Newt.

Newt groaned, burying his face in his hands as the Gladers erupted in laughter.

---

Later that night, after the others had gone to sleep, Newt and Y/N found themselves sitting on the Homestead steps.

“You really enjoy embarrassing me, don’t you?” Newt asked, though there was no real annoyance in his voice.

“Maybe,” Y/N said with a soft laugh. “But I think it’s sweet.”

Newt looked at her, his usual confidence replaced with a rare vulnerability. “You think I’m sweet?”

Y/N reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I do. And for the record, I think you’re pretty incredible, too.”

Newt’s heart raced, and for the first time, he didn’t try to hide the blush creeping up his neck. “Well, you make me feel that way.”

And under the stars, amidst the chaos of the Glade, Newt finally realized that maybe—just maybe—things weren’t so bad as long as Y/N was by his side.

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FUCK PEOPLE WHO VOTED TRUMP. I hate you with all my heart and I hope you burn in hell.

but most importantly, FUCK PEOPLE WHO DIDN’T VOTE KAMALA HARRIS.

You thought you fucking did something by not voting, well guess what, this is partially your fault. You allowed this to happen. By not voting for Trump’s opponent, you let him win. I hope you’re fucking happy with yourself. Good fucking job.

Now everyone will suffer the consequences of your actions. Not only you americans, but people outside of the US as well.

You thought you stopped a genocide supporter, but you allowed another one, who by the way is much much worse, to come into power (AGAIN). You keep talking about how the system needs to be changed or whatever, and you joke about overthrowing the government, and that votes change nothing. Yet you don’t do anything. You want a revolution? Then fucking start one. Come on, change the system. Overthrow the government, go ahead. “Both candidates are evil and I don’t want either to be president!” THEN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

Oh, you don’t actually want to do that? It sounds scary and impossible to achieve? Then you better at least fucking vote next time. Make a difference.

You achieved nothing, and only made things worse.

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Curiosity

Pippa Fitz-Amobi x fem!reader

Fandom: Agggtm

Warnings: none

Pip sat in her usual spot at the back of the Fairview High library, her fingers hovering over the keyboard of her laptop. The case she had been working on was finally over, and for the first time in what felt like ages, her mind wasn’t racing to connect dots or uncover hidden truths. But today, her focus was off, and she knew exactly why.

Y/N.

It had been weeks since Y/N transferred to Fairview, and in that time, Pip had found herself watching her more than she'd care to admit. Y/N wasn’t like anyone else at school. She had this quiet confidence, her Y/H/C hair falling effortlessly around her shoulders, her Y/E/C eyes always sharp, always observing. Pip was used to being the one who saw through people, but Y/N seemed to do the same with her.

Pip was trying to concentrate on her screen when a voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Mind if I sit here?” Y/N’s voice was soft, but there was an undertone of boldness that made Pip’s heart race.

She looked up to find Y/N standing across from her, holding a notebook. Pip blinked, caught off guard, and nodded. “Yeah, sure. It’s a free seat.”

Y/N slid into the chair across from her, and for a moment, there was only the sound of the soft clicking of Pip’s laptop keys and the rustling of papers. Pip was acutely aware of Y/N’s presence, the way her leg brushed lightly against hers under the table, sending a jolt of awareness through her.

“So,” Y/N said, breaking the silence, “I heard you’re the girl who solves mysteries around here.”

Pip looked up, her eyes meeting Y/N’s. She let out a small laugh, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Something like that.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. Everyone knows about the Andie Bell case. You’re basically famous.”

Pip felt her face heat up even more. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like Y/N. “I don’t really do it for the attention. It’s more about… finding the truth, I guess.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling. “The truth. That’s what I’m interested in.”

Pip tilted her head, curiosity piqued. “About what?”

Y/N shrugged, but there was something in her gaze that told Pip this wasn’t just casual small talk. “You. You’ve uncovered so many secrets about this town, but I wonder… who knows yours?”

Pip’s breath hitched. No one had ever asked her that before. She wasn’t sure if she even had an answer. “I don’t really—” she started, but Y/N cut her off.

“Everyone has secrets, Pip,” she said softly, her voice low enough that only Pip could hear. “Even you.”

Pip swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. She wasn’t used to feeling this way—off balance, unsure of herself. But Y/N’s words struck a chord deep within her. Maybe there was more to her own story than she was willing to admit.

“Maybe,” Pip said, her voice barely above a whisper, “but I don’t even know what mine are.”

Y/N’s gaze softened, and she leaned forward slightly, her Y/E/C eyes never leaving Pip’s. “Then maybe it’s time you found out.”

There was a charged silence between them, and for the first time in a long time, Pip felt vulnerable—like Y/N was slowly unraveling her, piece by piece, just like she had done to so many others.

“Coffee after school?” Y/N asked, breaking the tension but not the connection between them. “I’ll help you figure it out.”

Pip nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

As Y/N stood to leave, she gave Pip one last look—a look that sent a shiver down her spine. And as Pip watched her walk away, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a mystery far more personal than anything she’d ever uncovered before.

This time, the truth wasn’t about anyone else. It was about her. And maybe, just maybe, Y/N would be the one to help her find it.

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Always there

JJ Maybank x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Fandom: Outer Banks

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The sun was setting over the Outer Banks, casting a golden hue over everything as JJ leaned against the dock railing. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, softened when he saw YN approaching. Her YHC hair shimmered in the fading light, and her YEC eyes reflected the colors of the sky.

"Hey, troublemaker," she teased, walking up beside him. "What's got you all serious?"

JJ smirked, though there was something quieter in his expression today. "Just thinking," he said, tossing a rock into the water. It skipped once before sinking beneath the surface. "About how peaceful it is out here. And, you know... stuff."

"Stuff?" YN raised an eyebrow, playfully nudging him. "That's real specific."

JJ chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You know me, not much of a talker when it comes to the heavy stuff. But you..." He turned to face her, eyes locking on hers. "You make it easier."

YN blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. "Easier how?"

He hesitated, looking down for a moment before meeting her gaze again. "I don’t know. You just get it. All this chaos around us... but when I'm with you, it feels like it’s not so bad. Like I can actually breathe."

For a moment, the world seemed to slow down, the sound of the waves crashing gently against the dock becoming the only noise between them. YN’s heart raced, her cheeks flushing under his gaze.

"You’re always there for me, JJ," she said softly, stepping closer. "Even when you act like you don’t care, I know you do."

JJ grinned, though there was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "Yeah, well, don’t go spreading that around. I’ve got a reputation to keep, you know."

She laughed, the sound breaking the tension, but her eyes stayed on his, searching for something more.

"I won’t tell anyone," she whispered, leaning in slightly. "If you don’t."

JJ’s breath hitched, his usual cocky demeanor faltering. "Deal."

Before either of them could think too much about it, JJ closed the gap between them, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. It was soft, slow, like he was afraid to mess up something that felt so right.

When they finally pulled apart, YN smiled, her YEC eyes sparkling. "Guess you’re not just trouble after all."

JJ grinned, a little dazed. "Guess not."

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The Page Turner

Jess Mariano x fem!reader

Warnings: none

The small bell above the door of ‘Luke’s Diner’ rang, signaling yet another customer entering the familiar space. Jess Mariano didn’t bother looking up from the book in his hand. He was halfway through a chapter, completely absorbed in the words, but then he heard a voice—a new voice.

“Hey, can I get a cup of coffee to go?”

That caught his attention.

Jess looked up to see you, standing at the counter with a soft smile. You had y/h/c hair that fell just past your shoulders and y/e/c eyes that sparkled with curiosity as you glanced around the diner. You weren’t a regular, that much was clear, and Stars Hollow wasn’t exactly known for new faces. Intrigued, Jess shut his book with a quiet thud.

“Sure thing,” Luke grunted from behind the counter. “You new in town?”

You chuckled, a sound that made Jess’s chest tighten for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. “Yeah, just visiting for a while. My aunt lives here.”

“Ah, got it,” Luke said, pouring the coffee into a paper cup and sliding it across the counter. “That’ll be two bucks.”

As you reached for your wallet, Jess found himself lingering on every detail—the way you carried yourself with an ease that was foreign to the chaotic rush of the diner, the calm confidence in your voice. You were… different.

He wasn’t sure why he spoke up, but the words left his mouth before he could stop them. “You won’t like that coffee.”

You turned toward him, surprised by the comment. “What makes you say that?”

Jess smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Just trust me. Luke’s coffee is basically hot mud in a cup. You want good coffee, you gotta try Weston’s, down the street.”

Luke shot Jess a look, but you seemed amused by the banter. You raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Jess shrugged. “If you like actually enjoying what you drink, yeah.”

You grinned, a spark of playful challenge in your eyes. “Well, I guess I’ll have to see for myself, then.”

Before Jess could reply, you grabbed your coffee, thanked Luke, and turned to leave. But just before you stepped outside, you looked back at him, your y/e/c eyes locking with his for a brief second that seemed to stretch into eternity. There was something in that look, something that made Jess sit up a little straighter.

And then you were gone, the bell jingling as the door closed behind you.

Jess stared at the empty space where you had stood, his mind racing in a way that it hadn’t in a long time. He hadn’t felt this kind of pull toward anyone in forever—if ever.

“She’s outta your league,” Luke said from behind the counter, shaking his head as he wiped down the surface.

Jess scoffed, but couldn’t hide the slight smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

---

The next day, Jess found himself walking past Weston’s Coffee almost instinctively. He wasn’t usually one to go out of his way for anyone, but something about you had gotten under his skin. He didn’t know if it was the way you had smiled at him like you could see right through his smart remarks or the fact that you didn’t seem fazed by his sarcasm. Either way, he wanted to know more.

As he passed the window, there you were, sitting alone at one of the tables, a book open in front of you and that same paper cup from Luke’s in your hand. You were sipping it slowly, a look of concentration on your face as you read.

Without really thinking, Jess opened the door and walked in.

You glanced up, surprised but not unpleasantly so, and gave him a small smile. “Let me guess—here to tell me Weston’s has better coffee?”

Jess shrugged, slipping into the chair across from you without asking. “Just checking to see if I was right.”

You held up the cup, now almost empty, and smirked. “Luke’s wasn’t that bad. But maybe I’ll give Weston’s a try next time.”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Told you.”

You closed your book, studying him with curious eyes. “So, what’s your deal?”

Jess blinked, a little taken aback by the directness of the question. “My deal?”

“Yeah,” you said, leaning forward a little. “You seem like the kind of guy who’s always got something going on. So, what’s your deal?”

He chuckled, impressed by how straightforward you were. Most people didn’t dare try to get to know him, especially this quickly. “No deal,” he said, shrugging. “Just a guy who reads too much and drinks bad coffee.”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine. “I find that hard to believe.”

Jess raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? And what’s your deal?”

You smiled. “Y/N, visiting Stars Hollow for a bit. Trying to avoid too much small-town gossip.”

He nodded. “Good luck with that.”

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, and Jess found himself surprised at how easy it was to sit here with you. Usually, he had his guard up, always ready with a sarcastic remark or a way to push people away. But with you, he felt… calm.

After a beat, you glanced at the book in front of him. “What are you reading?”

Jess lifted the book, showing you the cover. “*On the Road.* You?”

You turned your book around to show him the cover of a novel he hadn’t heard of but found himself interested in. “A little something for the train rides back home,” you said with a shrug.

“I’ll have to check it out,” Jess said, and he meant it. He liked that you were a reader. It gave you both something to share.

As the conversation flowed, Jess realized he was genuinely enjoying himself. You weren’t intimidated by him, and you weren’t overly interested in the mystery people usually tried to solve. You were just… you.

And as you sipped the last of your coffee, Jess found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, he’d finally met someone worth sticking around for.

---

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Thomas: The Death Cure

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Newt: The Death Cure

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Hello!

Please can I request Newt being worried for and taking care of a Reader who is injured or has a fever (whichever you want)

I just care about you

A/N: I wasn’t sure what gender you wanted, so I just did gn. I hope that’s okay!

Warnings: none really just fluff.

As they dragged their feet towards the gardens, attempting to steady their breathing, Newt noticed from across the way. He had been watching Y/N more closely for a while now, though he wasn’t always sure why. Maybe it was their stubbornness or their resilience. But today, there was something off.

"Y/N!" Newt called out, jogging over. He eyed them carefully, noting the slight paleness of their face and the way they seemed to sway with every step. “You look like bloody klunk. Are you alright?”

"I'm fine," Y/N replied, their voice hoarse and raspy. They tried to shake off his concern, giving him a faint smile. “Just a little tired. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Newt frowned. “You sure? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

"I said I'm fine," Y/N snapped, though there wasn’t much bite in their tone. More exhaustion than anything.

Newt crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Fine? You can barely stand straight. You’re not working today.”

Y/N groaned. “Newt, come on. There’s a lot to do, and—”

“And you’ll be no help if you collapse halfway through the day,” Newt interrupted, his tone firm but softening as he gently placed a hand on their shoulder. “You’re sick. You need to rest.”

Y/N looked at him, seeing the genuine concern in his eyes. It made their stubbornness waver, but only for a second. “I can manage,” they whispered, though even to them it sounded weak.

Newt sighed, rolling his eyes but smiling faintly. "You're the most stubborn shank in the whole Glade, you know that?"

Y/N gave a small, tired chuckle, which turned into a cough that shook their whole body. Newt’s hand immediately steadied them, his eyes widening in alarm.

“Alright, that’s it,” Newt said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re coming with me.”

Before Y/N could protest, Newt wrapped an arm around their waist, gently guiding them towards the Homestead. Their face flushed, not from the fever but from the close proximity. They didn’t fight him, though. Not this time.

Once they reached the Homestead, Newt helped Y/N onto one of the beds. He knelt beside them, brushing a strand of their y/h/c hair from their sweaty forehead.

“I’m getting you some water and food. Don’t even think about moving,” Newt ordered, giving them a pointed look before leaving the room.

Y/N sighed, their stubbornness still flickering inside them, but the exhaustion was winning out. They rested their head against the pillow, their y/e/c eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

A few minutes later, Newt returned with a cup of water and a small bowl of broth. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding the cup to Y/N’s lips.

“Drink,” he said softly.

Y/N obeyed, taking small sips. When they finished, Newt set the cup down and dipped a cloth in cool water, gently pressing it to their forehead.

"You didn’t have to do this," Y/N murmured, their voice weak but grateful.

Newt smiled softly, his gaze warm and kind. “Course I did. Can’t have you pushing yourself until you collapse, can I?”

Y/N smiled faintly. “You’re too nice to me.”

Newt blushed at that, his cheeks turning a light pink. “I just care about you, alright?” he muttered, focusing on dabbing the cloth against their skin.

Y/N felt their heart skip a beat. “I care about you too, Newt.”

There was a moment of silence, filled only by the distant sounds of the Glade. Newt glanced at Y/N, his expression softening even more.

“Get some rest,” he whispered, brushing his thumb gently across their cheek. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Y/N’s eyelids grew heavier as the fever and exhaustion finally caught up with them. As they drifted off to sleep, they could still feel Newt’s hand resting gently on theirs, his presence comforting and steady.

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The Artist (Newt)

Newt x Reader (1,299 words)

Request; a awkward, shy, embarrassed artist newt??? hahahah not sure what you mean by that, but sure!

There were a lot of secrets in the Glade. No matter how unlikely that seemed, there were still things each person hid inside of themselves. Some incidents that happened back in the early days were simply not made to meet the light of day ever again. They had lost a lot of boys back then, but things were better now. 

Newt held more secrets than the average Glader. They weren’t harmful or immoral, they just were. Simple and benign were most of his secrets. One’s the others could know and it wouldn’t change a thing. 

Truth was, Newt lost a lot of things to the maze. Most of his hope, and his ability to run. But there was one pice of himself which it didn’t take away, and that his ability to draw. The blonde boy always had a keen eye and equally gifted ability to transfer what he saw with his eyes onto a pice of paper. It was as if he was taking a photograph, his drawings so detailed and full of life, capturing a moment in time forever with just a pencil and paper.

His favourite subject also just happened to be his second biggest secret. Y/N. He hated to admit it, but from the moment she arrived in the Glade his heart was constantly beating a little too fast. It also made talking to her beyond difficult and he found himself struggling to get past a simple ‘hello’ everyday. He cursed his timidness. 

On days when he simply didn’t have the nerve to approach her, especially on bonfire nights like these, he sat back and watched. While everyone else was completely intoxicated by Gally’s secret concoction, it was easy for him to sit alone at the fire and draw. 

Everything was peaceful until Minho started causing a ruckus. That was a normal occurrence, but his target was not. Usually, he bothered Thomas or pried at Gally’s nerves. But, tonight, his eyes were set on Newt. The moment the second in command noticed the mischievous smile on the runners face, he could already feel his face beginning to heat up.

So, maybe, his little secret about Y/N wasn’t much of a secret. Minho on one late night had made Newt cough up the truth. Newt swore him to secrecy, but drunk Minho wasn’t one to be considerate of old promises. 

“Newt!” Minho nothing short of battle cried from across the fire, his arms raised high and wide. The drink he held in his hand dumped out all over the ground, but he drank from the empty jar anyways as if there was still something inside. “How ya doin?”

“Good, Minho,” Newt laughed nervously and pulled his knees to his chest, hopefully hiding the sketches in his lap. “How about you?”

“Mmmm,” Minho stumbled closer. “Bored.”

“Ah, yeah?” Newt looked over to Y/N nervously, flickering his eyes back to Minho quickly. He’d gotten closer. Luckily, Y/N still wasn’t paying attention. “Go fight Thomas, he looks awful bored as well.”

“No no no,” Minho slurred. “I want to talk to you!”

Newt swallowed hard. He could tell Y/N was paying attention now, sitting across the fire with Chuck. 

“How bout’ we talk about Y/N!” He straightened up with an enlightened look on his face Newt knew wouldn’t last long. “How many pages are full of er’ face now, hmm?”

“Uhhm,” Newt cleared his throat awkwardly. He could feel his body physically sinking closer to the ground. 

“Lemme see!” Minho reached down and tried to snag some of the papers from Newt. 

Explosively, Newt drew his legs closer in to himself and his face tightened with aggravation. “No!”

Right after he let the word pass his lips, he regretted it. He had just blown up on Minho right in front of Y/N, something completely embarrassing that he never wanted to happen. In no way did he want to give Y/N the idea that he was some guy with anger issues he couldn’t control.

“Nah?” Minho laughed. “C’mon Newttt. I’d like to admire your beautiful…uh…doodles.”

Newt knew he couldn’t say no. Minho had, even in his drunken state, asked nicely. “Alright. But stay here with them.”

Carefully, Newt handed the papers to Minho. The runner still face him, so there was no way Y/N could see the papers in his hands. That was until Minho giggled to himself and turned around at light speed.

“Y/N, come see!” He waved to the girl. Hesitantly, she stood up with a raised brow.

Newt desperately tugged at Minho’s pants, pleading him to stop. “Minho!” 

“Newt likes your face!” Minho snickered as he practically shoved the papers in Y/N’s face so she’d see. “Well, I guess he likes everything. But he really likes your face tonight.”

Sure enough, the girl found several drawings of herself on the pages. She would have liked to compliment Newt for his amazing artwork, but by the time she looked to where he had once been sitting, he was gone. Minho had made him run off in a panic. 

“Really, Minho?” Y/N groaned. “Now I have to go find him!”

The runner simply laughed in his drunken stupor, not knowing or caring what he’d just done, or the turmoil he’d caused for his friend. Newt often ran off when he was embarrassed, but little did Minho know, he was genuinely hurt this time. 

Newt thought the watchtower was the one place no one would bother him. But, of course, someone opened the creaky hatch door and shuffled onto the floor.

“Minho, leave me alone.” The boy pulled his knees to his chest, wiping at his dampened cheeks.

“And if it’s not Minho?” Y/N cringed.

Silence.

Y/N made her way to sit beside Newt, offering him his drawings. He didn’t mover refusing to take them back so Y/N just left them at her side. “Look, Minho was just—“

“It wasn’t his bloody job to tell you. It was mine.” Newt snapped. He buried his face into his sleeves and glared down towards the bonfire. 

Y/N sighed.“But were you ever going to do it if he didn’t?”

Newt blushed. Of course he would have. Right? He didn’t say anything because part of him knew he never would have admitted his feelings.

“Mmm,” Y/N hummed. “You know, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing Minho said it.”

Newt simply stifled a laugh. “Well, doesn’t matter anyways because I know you don’t feel the same way.”

Y/N scoffed and shoved Newt’s shoulder. He looked to her baffled and almost offended, as if she were mocking him. “I never said that.”

“No, but I can—“

“Tell?” Y/N raised a brow. “If that’s the case, your assumptions are wrong.”

“Wait—you? Really?” Newt gaped.

Y/N nodded with a soft smile. “Even when you run off all the time and I can tell you’re too nervous to hold a conversation, yes.”

Newt thought his heart beat fast anytime he was around her, but now it was going twice as fast. Faster than he thought humanly possible. He felt lightheaded and nauseous and while so happy at the same time. In the spur of the moment, he jumped up and hung over the railing of the watchtower, hollering at the top of his lungs. 

“THANK YOU MINHO!”

Far down below, Minho yelled back. “YOU’RE WELCOME!”

Newt turned around with bright eyes, a wide smile and dishevelled hair. His body radiated excitement, but his flushed face emitted embarrassment. Even though what he’d just done was way beyond awkward, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. It caused Newt to do the same, and for a moment in time, it felt as if all of his worries faded. 

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Requests always open !!

What I do not do: smut

Fandoms I write for:

Harry Potter

Grey’s Anatomy

The Maze Runner

The Hunger Games

Percy Jackson

Marvel

Ginny and Georgia

Gilmore Girls

Scream

Fear Street

Brooklyn 99

Stranger Things

Lost

The Queen’s Gambit

The Vampire Diaries

The Artful Dodger

Love Actually

Nanny McPhee

Outer Banks

Anne With an E

Never Have I Ever

Enola Holmes

A Good Girls Guide to Murder

I write gxg, bxg, bxgn, gxgn.

Thank you !!

P.S if your fandom isn’t on here I’m open to anything !!