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|Chapter•Twenty•Nine|

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"It's taking longer than usual..."

Gally blinked while looking at the sky, it had turned grey and the clouds were slowly covering any sign of sunlight. It was another Box day, it was long past the afternoon and it hadn't come up yet, which made them wonder what was going on.

"Yeah... I just hope it arrives before it starts raining, or we'll be unloading it for hours," no one liked it when it rained during Box day, and thankfully, it rarely happened, but it was also coming later than usual, that was more common around in the Glade, but it never eased the worry they felt of the possibility of the Box never coming back up.

That was a fear that clung to only a few, the day when they would no longer be provided with what they needed, and would just... Perish. But of course, no one was allowed to comment about that fear since it would bring nothing but problems.

Mikah looked at Gally, who kept staring up at the sky, and his blue eyes observed around for a while, "Where's (M/n)?"

Gally glanced at the curly blond, "He said he was gonna be in the Deadheads, something about... Finishing a thing," Mikah nodded in response and they turned back to staring at the sky, waiting for the Box to arrive.

They just hoped it wouldn't start raining or it would be near impossible to get everything out of it dry or in good condition.

//////

Sitting on an overgrown root, (M/n) looked around, picking up the scent the air would have before the rain would fall. It was oddly relaxing.

He sighed and went back to writing in his journal, he wanted to write down a few more lyrics, and possibly make another song, but he wasn't sure if he liked how it was turning out, even so, he kept writing it, maybe he'll be able to fix it later on.

But when he ran out of ideas and felt his lower back and legs going numb from sitting down, he stood up and continued to walk around for a while, trying to find another spot where he could be comfortable. While doing so, he heard thunder, and shortly after, rain began to fall down on the Glade.

(M/n) chuckled and held the strap of his journal, hanging it on a branch where it would be protected from the rain, and ran to start playing with the mud, soaking in the feeling of the cold rain, hitting the leaves and dripping down to the ground, falling on him and making him smile.

Nearby, someone was walking very slowly, trying to not be spotted by (M/n), peeking from behind a tree. He didn't do anything nor tried to, he was only there to observe. Zachary would never disobey orders from Stan.

So he stayed put and watched over (M/n), to make sure he wouldn't leave before the plan was ready.

And that plan was truly shucked up, but it was gonna work. It had to. Even Alby who was somehow friends with (M/n) would have to act upon his actions, and face consequences.

Zachary observed (M/n) as he stopped playing in the rain and the mud like a little kid, and went back to grab his journal, climbed on top of the lowest branch, and focused back on his writing, more inspired this time. He briefly glanced back, to where Peter was being prepared by the others.

Peter himself had agreed to it, just to make it look as realistic as possible. He was willing to do anything to get (M/n) banished from the Glade.

//////

Probably an hour later, the rain began to ease, and he was getting a little bored, so he got down from the branch and started making his way to his treehouse, wanting to drop off his journal so it wouldn't get in the way of everything.

The moment he started leaving, Zachary was about to run back to the rest of the Sloppers, when Lucas came up to him, "Everything is ready."

"Good, 'cause she just left." They ran together further into the Deadheads, and Zachary observed with raised eyebrows, impressed at the good job they had done with Peter.

He was badly "beaten up", it looked pretty real in his opinion, now they had to get the act going, so they ran their way toward Gale and Matt, who were standing by the Homestead, keeping an eye out on the Box and everyone else.

They didn't want anyone finding out what they were scheming before it was ready after all.

"Everything is ready, she should be coming soon..." Zachary trailed on, trying to spot (M/n) walking out of the Deadheads.

And there he was.

"Hey, guys, need a hand?" He asked with a smile as he wiped the dirt off his hands. Everyone looked pretty tired after working all day under the rain and he wanted to help, even if it was something small, anything that could ease their exhaustion. Gally looked up at him and handed him the last crate left in the Box.

"They're gardening tools, you can hand them to Zart, bean," he nodded and began to lightly jog his way to Zart, who was putting stuff in their hut.

Silently, he placed the crate down and left with a wave, while making his way back to Gally, he was able to hear a passing conversation between Matt and Gale, and pretty much everyone around heard it too, "Have you seen Peter today?" And those around them frowned, as they realized that they hadn't seen him at all that day. However, he ignored them like he got used to and continued his way back to his Keeper.

And now that he was out of the box hole, (M/n) was able to see how messy he looked, he was practically soaked, and (M/n) couldn't help but snicker.

"Oh, you're having fun?" (M/n) smiled wide and approached Gally, reaching his hands out and poking his sides, successfully making the blond squeal and flinch.

"You look like a hot mess," Gally's eyes opened wide as he blushed and looked away, even though he heard the mocking and teasing tone in (M/n)'s voice at how dirty and messed up he looked, he still took it as a compliment... In a way, "Is there anything else I can help with?"

"Uh, yeah, there's-"

Gally's response was cut off by a scream coming from the Deadheads, "Peter!"

Those who were closest around began to approach the edge of the forest, while (M/n) and Gally stayed put, observing with a confused frown on their faces, they wanted to know what was happening. And soon, they found out.

There was Peter, unconscious. Jason and Stan were holding him up, dragging him out of the Deadheads. He had bleeding wounds seemingly everywhere on his body, and his face was bruised pretty badly too, blood falling out of his mouth.

(M/n) stood there for a second, internally freaking out, what could've hurt Peter that bad?

He took a few steps forward, trying to get to him and help him in any way, "Clint! Jeff!" The distant scream of a Glader echoed.

"What happened?!" Alby yelled as he was followed by both Med-jacks, receiving help from a few Gladers to take Peter inside and to the med room.

The way Jason made eye contact with him made (M/n) stop moving, feeling his breath getting stuck in his throat, "That happened!" He screamed and raised his hand, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Everyone around them went silent, a sudden quietness that shook him to his bones. Slowly, (M/n) looked at every guy nearby, staring at him. He was frozen in place, he didn't know what to do, he wanted to talk, say something, explain to them that he hadn't done anything to Peter, but he couldn't, and Jason took advantage of that.

"She did this! Y'all heard her yesterday! She said it!" The air turned heavy and many Gladers believed Jason's words, or so it seemed. Even so, (M/n)'s friends knew better than to believe anything coming from the Sloppers.

"It wasn't (M/n), I don't know what the shuck you're trying to pull here," Gally spoke first, taking a protective stance in front of (M/n), "But I assure you, he had nothing to do with that."

"Oh really?" Stan spoke, and something about the sound of his voice made everyone tense, "Ty! Come here!" He took a few steps closer from behind the Keeper, his body was shaking, and his eyes were filled with tears, "Tell them what you saw... Who you saw."

(M/n) took a step to the side, and looked at Ty from behind Gally. The poor guy could barely look him in the eyes, his arms wrapped around himself while Stan kept a tight hold on his shoulder, "I saw..." He took a shaky breath in, and turned to look at Alby, who had approached him to try and bring him his support, "I saw (M/n) h-hurting Peter in the De-deadheads, and... I got s-scared so I hid until... He left..."

"That's not true!" Gally yelled out loud, and soon enough, (M/n) witnessed how all the guys around began arguing.

He was so confused about everything that was happening. He wasn't sure if he couldn't hear anything, or if he could hear it all, he was overwhelmed by his emotions, and all of them were negative ones. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his head was pounding and his body was trembling uncontrollably, he felt his legs wobbling and he knew he was about to lose his stability.

Physical and mental stability.

His friends defended him, arguing that (M/n) didn't do anything to Peter, but they had no way to prove it. While those who were taking Peter's side were convinced that he had done that to him, but couldn't prove anything either.

(M/n) was the only one who knew the truth, and probably the only one who would say it. But... Nothing would change. They wouldn't believe him. And the issues wouldn't be solved.

He watched and listened to how their bond and trust, the one that took them years to accomplish, began crumbling down just like that, as easy as breathing. And it was all because of him. He caused this.

And there was only one way to fix it.

When tears began glossing his sight, (M/n) started taking slow steps back, observing how everyone fought with each other, some verbally and a few physically. Alby and Newt were doing their best to try and break them down, to make them calm down, but nothing was working.

That's when (M/n) realized he really... Could not stay in the Glade any longer, he had done nothing but cause problems and ruin everyone else's life since the moment he arrived. He truly believed he was welcomed and had become one of them, but he was just blinded by the kind gestures of his closest friends. He won't ever fit in with the rest, he wasn't a Glader, he was... Nothing.

And now... It was time to go.

As if aware of his thoughts and intentions, the Maze Doors made their signature sound whenever they opened and closed, and right now they were closing. The breeze coming from out there barely touched (M/n)'s skin as he was quite far away, light enough for him to be able to feel it, even for an instance. It almost seemed too convenient, as if the Maze wanted to get his attention. Calling him. Enticing him.

"It's the only way..." He glanced back at the Maze, watching the Doors closing as he kept taking steps back, now in a different direction. He blinked and the tears in his eyes finally gave in, and dripped down his face. (M/n) took one last look at the Glade, telling himself he would never forget this place and would always miss it.

But it had to be done, and it had to be now.

"Everything will be okay after this, just go..." (M/n) took a deep breath, and turned his body around, taking off running to the Maze Doors, taking advantage that no one was paying attention to him, or so he thought.

Chuck, who had been keeping an eye on (M/n) since this whole thing started, realized what he was doing, and where he wanted to go.

"(M/n)! What are you doing?!" His desperate scream caught the attention of everyone arguing, making them look everywhere until they spotted (M/n), running to the Maze, "Get back here!"

(M/n)'s friends, all of those who worried and cared about him stared with panic-filled eyes at how close he had gotten to Banish himself to the Maze.

Gally felt his heart drop at that, his blood running cold as he stared in disbelief, "Bean..." He mumbled to himself, his feet taking him forward one step at a time, "(M/n)...! (M/n)!" The raw feeling in Gally's voice made him falter in his steps, but he kept running, knowing he was being followed by his friends.

Gally started running after him, calling his name, trying to stop him, or go into the Maze with him. Minho and a few of the Builders ran too while Chuck stayed behind and watched the situation with tears in his eyes.

"(M/n)! Please, don't do this!" Gally felt helpless as he realized that he wasn't getting closer to him, the gap seemed to be growing instead of shortening, and he hated that, "Stay with me..." He whispered between ragged breaths, refusing to give up just yet.

"This is not the way, (M/n)!" Hearing Minho's voice so close to him made him run faster, feeling his legs and lungs burning from the effort of carrying his weight.

They watched with hopeful eyes as (M/n) stopped in front of the Maze Doors, they felt sudden relief, maybe he decided against his choice, but that wasn't the case. He glanced behind for a moment, his eyes immediately landing on Gally, as if drawn to him and only him.

He felt that same sting in his eyes as he tried to hold back more tears from falling, "I'm sorry..." He muttered, not breaking eye contact with him, and Gally's eyes opened wide, feeling his world crashing down as he watched how (M/n) turned around and ran into the Maze.

"No! (M/n)!" His legs did their best to push Gally forward, hearing the muffled sounds of Mikah, Minho, Fry, Winston and Chuck hollering out (M/n)'s name, their voices filled with fear, their hearts heavy with despair.

Minho was the first one to arrive at the Doors, and he stared helplessly at (M/n)'s back, watching how he squeezed himself between the Doors and moved ahead. Gally came soon after and Minho had to hold him back from following him inside, angering the blond as he fought Minho's grip.

"Gally, stop! The walls would crush you before you get to the other side!" With Fry arriving on time, he helped Minho hold Gally back, but he wasn't giving up the fight.

"I don't care-! I can't..." He stayed silent when he and (M/n) made eye contact. He had reached the Maze, and had looked back at the sound of his voice. They stared at each other as if it was the last time they would see each other...

It was. They won't ever see each other again.

(M/n)'s bottom lip trembled, and he took a shaky breath in, "I love you," he mouthed at Gally, hoping he understood what he said, their hearts breaking as the Doors closed, and they disappeared from each other's sight.

There was a heavy silence in the Glade that lasted no longer than five seconds, broken by Gally, falling to his knees as tears freely made their way down his face, his body trembled and he gripped his shirt tightly with his hands, over his heart, where an excruciating pain had taken place. He couldn't think of anything other than (M/n), watching how he banished himself from the Glade just to appease a group of slintheads.

His breath turned ragged and uneven, his mind coming to the realization of what just happened, whom he just lost forever. (M/n) had been the only person Gally ever truly cared about and who cared about him just as much.

Knowing (M/n) won't even come back was painful, too much, and he needed to let it out.

A soul-ripping cry echoed in the silence of the Glade followed by the heartbreaking sobs of Gally as he let out his pain, "Please, please, open the doors again, just for a minute, please..." He babbled to himself as his hands reached out for the wall, the cold walls of the Maze, helplessly trying to pry the Doors open with his bare hands, his head hanging down in between his arms, "I can't lose him, not (M/n), not my bean... Please!"

His scream of pain and agony triggered the tears of everyone around, those who had been trying to stay strong and not let themselves be swayed by their emotions, but they broke down at the sight of Gally so emotionally devastated.

Minho leaned on the Wall, letting the tears fall from his eyes, and he watched how others knelt to the ground too, or simply hugged each other, trying to bring as much comfort as they could to one another. Chuck had found his way to Gally, and had gone down on his knees with him, wrapping his chubby arms around the blond, who hugged him back tight as they cried together.

The air was gloomy and depressive, and they couldn't do anything except stay there for a short while, but their grief was short-lived, like everything was in the Glade.

Nothing can last forever.

"She got what she deserved," they heard Stan laughing as he approached them, a superior look on his face accompanied by a victorious grin. Immediately, Gally's crying stopped, and so did everyone else's.

There was a dark aura around them, but Gally's was screaming bloody murder.

He let go of Chuck and slowly began to stand up, one leg at a time and turning around, his face completely void of all emotion, taking a step closer to Stan, whose confident demeanour didn't waver.

"And this is what you deserve..." With one swift motion, Gally drew his arm back and punched Stan in the middle of his face, hearing the satisfying cracking noise of his nose breaking, "I'm gonna kill you."

No one around tried to help Stan or stop Gally, they just watched how he began to beat Stan within an inch of his life, a void in their eyes and expressions. Stan didn't deserve a quick, painless death.

He deserved the most gruesome one.

"Gally-!" Having witnessed everything that happened since the beginning, Alby had made his way over to the small group by the Maze Doors, and with Derek's help, they managed to pull Gally away from Stan, but not without putting up a fight against him.

Once they had a stable grip on him as he continued to struggle against them, Alby looked up at Sean, who had followed his twin brother on instinct.

"Take him to the med room!" Sean nodded and began to drag Stan's unconscious body across the Glade, quickly after receiving help from the rest of the Sloppers.

They all watched them as they left and Alby finally released Gally as he appeared to have calmed down again. The Leader had half a mind to scold and punish Gally for what he did, but judging by the expression on his face, he decided against it.

He sighed and rubbed the bottom half of his face with his hand, "Just go... And don't punch anyone else, Gally."

Without saying a word, Gally took off running into the Deadheads. Alby sighed and tried to cheer everyone else, telling them dinner should be ready in a while, and they made their way in silence to the Homestead. He stared at the Maze Doors and wondered for a few seconds, he wondered if (M/n) would survive the night... Maybe it was dumb, but he had hope.

After all, hope is the only thing that has kept them alive all this time.

"Alby," he turned around at the call of his name, Newt was there, looking rather stressed and disturbed, "It's about Peter, you might wanna take a look at this."

And they jogged toward the Homestead.

//////

After the Doors had fully closed, he stayed there crying for a few minutes, his legs giving up under his weight and he desperately pulled at the roots of his hair.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to go back. But perhaps, it was too late now. He made his choice, and now... He was going to have to deal with that.

The sound of the gears as the Maze began to change brought him back to reality. That's right, he's in the Maze, the deadliest place in the Glade, he had to run or hide.

He struggled to get himself back on his feet and he wiped his tears away, annoyingly clouding his sight and he began walking in a random direction, but paying attention where he was going... Maybe he could find his way back to the Doors, although that seemed pretty useless in his eyes.

He was already dead anyway.

(M/n) wandered aimlessly, observing the sky getting darker and darker as time went by, and soon, there was nothing but the subtle light of the moon brightening his path, he gripped onto ivies on the walls, and closed his eyes with deep and loud breathing, trying to calm himself down whenever he thought of the fact that he was trapped with creatures that will kill him the moment they see him.

He had to keep moving forward, find a safe place and remain quiet. But the longer it passed, his hopes grew thinner. There was nowhere to hide, it was pointless, he was just delaying the inevitable.

"At night when the stars..." He mumbled in a broken voice, dragging his feet across the pavement floor, maintaining his hand on the wall next to him to keep track of his surroundings, "Light up my room, I sit by myself..."

He leaned his side against the nearest wall and slid down to the ground, staring up at the night sky, he couldn't see any stars, only the moon.

"Talking to the moon... Trying to get to you, in hopes you're on the other side..." His voice kept breaking as the tears found their way down his face again, and he wrapped his arms around his legs as much as he could, "Talking to me too or am I a fool, who sits alone... Talking to the moon-"

The metal sound of clicking made (M/n)'s body freeze in place, shivers running down his spine and his skin getting covered in goosebumps. He knew what that was, there was no other explanation. It was a Griver, what else could it be if not it?

(M/n) closed his eyes and took a shaky breath in through his nose, holding back the urge to cry and scream. He wanted to move, he wanted to run away from it, but he couldn't move.

"(M/... N)...?" Hearing his name being said by it with its broken robotic voice was all he needed to push himself up on his feet and start running, but doing that made the Griever screech behind him as it began to follow him.

His feet were quick on the ground, but it almost felt like he could barely move away from it, his legs trembled with each step he took forward. The sound of its metal legs echoed in the Maze, and the sound only made him grow more and more desperate to get away from it.

Feeling panic and fear fill his body and mind, he screamed as tears continued running down his face at the abrupt realization that this was his end, it definitely was, the spark of hope he wasn't aware he had had completely vanished, leaving a path for terror to settle in his bones. (M/n) knew this was his end, but that wasn't the painful part, it was... Knowing he didn't get to say goodbye to Gally, or tell him his feelings.

And he would never be able to now...

The thought clung to him and hurt his chest, making him release the most guttural and pained scream he could, crying hopelessly and falling to the ground. He hadn't even realized he had run into a dead end.

He turned around and backed away into the wall, covered with ivy, and he gripped onto it. The Griever found its way around the corner, and screeched at him when it saw him. (M/n) watched it approach him slowly, like a predator hunting its prey, he stared at it, refusing to show weakness.

It stopped in front of him, and just stared at him, even though it didn't have eyes it appeared to have a lense located under the slimy flesh below its mouth, pretty well hidden.

"Kill me, do it..." The Griever stayed in place, and (M/n) clenched his jaw, standing up with some effort, "Kill me!" He yelled, charging at it.

The Griever screeched at him and bared its teeth, dripping with its gooey spit, stumbling back at the sudden approach from the male, before sinking its sharp teeth down on (M/n)'s shoulder. He cried in pain and managed to punch the Griever away from him, but he was still trapped on a dead end with no way out.

He had to run around it or crawl his way under it. And he saw an opening when the Griever's metal legs lost their balance after stepping on a rock under him, and (M/n) began to run past it.

However, the Griever wasn't gonna let him go. Its tail wrapped around (M/n)'s ankle, and dragged him back toward it.

He fought, kicked it and tried to hold onto anything to escape, letting out a hiss at the stinging and burning feel he felt running up through his leg. He was putting up a good fight, but the Griever was done with him.

(M/n) felt his body being lifted by his ankle and thrown against a wall.

"T... Er... A!" The robotic voice came out again and (M/n)'s consciousness began to fade away, his arms tried to lift his weight off the cold floor, and he watched through his blurry sight how the Griever walked toward him again.

"Kill... Me..." He whispered with the last bit of his strength, and he saw how the Griever bent over him, its teeth holding onto the fabric of his clothes, before he started dragging him away. He would have fought against it, but he could no longer stay awake, and the strength had fully abandoned his body by now, so he let himself be taken by it.

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Gally hugged (M/n)'s pillow tightly, holding it close to his chest.

He had decided to stay in his treehouse, as a way to feel close to him, he felt safe in there, and he tried to remain positive, he trusted (M/n) could find his way back to the Glade or stay alive in the Maze until the Runners find him, Minho had said (M/n) had great potential as a Runner, so he wanted to remain hopeful.

He didn't care if he was hungry or sleepy, he couldn't sleep, not knowing (M/n) was out there, all on his own-

A faint scream was heard well into the night, and Gally gripped the pillow tighter, holding back the urge to break down crying again, but the scream that came right after brought chills down his spine and the tears freely began to fall.

Gally rocked himself back and forth, his body shaking with his sobs and he felt like he couldn't breathe anymore.

A world without (M/n) was a world he didn't want to live in, not now, not ever.

His biggest regret would always be not having reached him in time, not having stayed by his side when it should've been obvious to him how affected he was by the Peter accusation. He should have kept trying to make the Sloppers stop and should've talked to (M/n) to make sure he was doing good mentally and not just pretending he was okay.

He will never forgive himself for this, he doesn't care about Stan, Peter, Lucas or any one of them, he let (M/n) down and now he was gone.

"I love you, bean... I'm sorry," Gally broke down crying again, burying his face in the pillow and curling on himself, his body trembled with each sob and he cried, and cried for hours.

He cried until he ended up falling asleep.

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The Griever slowly walked away, looking toward (M/n) one last time, watching his body shaking and twitching, knowing there was nothing to do other than leave, so it did.

(M/n)'s mind was overworking, loading it with new images that didn't last longer than a second, and if.

He wasn't sure what he was seeing, and he wondered if he was seeing his life in his last moments alive, but these images were unknown to him. Not a single image he saw were of his memories in the Glade, they were... From before.

The images were blurry and went by quickly, but he was able to identify a few of them. Like meeting Gally for the first time, when they were kids.

He saw blurry faces and heard muffled voices, he knew who they were but couldn't remember their names or their faces. But a few things he saw seemed to stick to his consciousness, although he didn't see a point in keeping these memories any longer. Remembering now of all times was something completely useless.

But this particular memory was longer than the rest. He could see and hear everything clearly.

"I trust... You will take good care of my son, (M/n)," a rather tall man with brown and grey hair stood in front of him. He was standing behind a chair, holding someone else's shoulder, and wearing an unsettling smile on his face, "Say hi to your new friend, son."

"Hello, doll," the nickname sent shivers down his spine, and he recognized Lucas as the kid sitting on the chair, although a younger version of him.

He sighed and looked up at the man, who hadn't stopped smiling down at him, "I told you I won't be your son's babysitter, Janson."

And the memory faded into darkness.

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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hey dude, it’s good to finally find someone who does tmr male!readers agshdhs

please could I request a Newt x male!reader fic/some headcanons, set after death cure with the alternate ending where he’s okay? Him and the reader were in the glade together and have been inseparable since. But in that time they’ve had An Unspoken Thing between them and getting settled in the Safe Haven made them finally feel comfortable enough to fess up their feelings for each other (I’m a massive sucker for mlm slow burn and mutual pining,,,)

don’t feel pressured to take this on btw! just thought I’d shoot my shot, and I hope all is well with you x

Yanno it's actually kinda mad that this isn't the first time that someone has said they struggle to find TMR writers who write for mlm relationships. Yanno, since there are literally only two women in the main group for the entire franchise.

And James Dashner has only ever confirmed one character's sexuality.

Which is Newt. Who is gay.

Anyway, I'm more than happy to write for Newt. I'm also more than happy to pretend he's still alive. (RIP Newt.)

SAFE AT LAST

MASTERLIST | NEWT MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. AU where Newt's immune and survived the Flare.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, dumb anxious gays, long term feelings, end of a slow burn, like one sex joke.

Newt's your best friend.

You've been through thick and thin together. From living through and surviving the Maze, to escaping and surviving the Scorch, to taking down WICKED and making it to the Safe Haven.

It's been a rough few years, but you're safe now. Like, you're actually safe now.

You and Newt had always been close. Closer than the other Gladers had been and you can normally be found going about your tasks together. Newt actually started spending his time as a Track-hoe because that was your job- and it meant he got to spend more time with you.

The other boys have always suspected something more between the pair of you. Especially Minho, who is basically your number one fan.

He'd actually be heartbroken if you guys never got together.

But now there's really no reason for you to not be together. With the dangers and the life-threatening scenarios and the hellish world the Solar Flares created behind you- you're just kind of avoiding the topic.

Part of you really doesn't want to mess up your friendship with Newt if you say something (despite Minho constantly telling you he's in love with you.) And you're also scared.

You've got plenty of friends. The survivors of the Glade, even Gally, are all incredibly close, with the additions of Brenda, Jorge, Aris and some girls from Group B.

But romantic relationships? That's different. None of you have ever experienced romantic situations, apart from Thomas, which is now kind of awkward because you're all starting adulthood. It's scary.

"You're killing me, man" Minho complains, lying across a bench like the dramatic little shit he is, after having yet another conversation with you about Newt. "Just ask him- go on a date, tell him you love him, go spend some time in your hut- though make sure to get consent."

"Minho," you glare at him, "gross."

"What?" He leans up, resting on his elbows. "It's not like I'm wrong."

You sigh, rolling your eyes at the boy.

"Yanno, if you guys would just actually get together than I wouldn't have anything to talk to either of you about. It's kinda boring here."

"It's peaceful," you argue, "you're just used to daily suicide missions."

"Uh, sorry for tryna get your buggin' ass outta the Maze- but it sure does get ya blood pumpin'. Who doesn't love a good workout?" You scoff at him, and he sits up, letting his hands drop between his legs. "Look, talk to him. Please, for the love of everyone here- shuckin' talk to the man. I've been watching this klunk for so long I'm gonna ask Newt out if you don't grow some balls and get it over with."

"Don't you dare," he fakes a gasp, putting his hand to his chest.

"You do it, then."

You grumble, but Minho is right.

So, you stand up, deciding to go and find Newt. Which, for the first time ever, is weirdly difficult.

He's absolutely no where to be seen.

You ask Thomas, then Gally, Sonya, Aris, Jorge, even Vince.

Eventually, you spot Newt sitting in the sand, his trouser rolled up with his feet in the water, seemingly enjoying a moment away from everyone.

For some reason, watching the blond throw his head back and take a deep breath makes you think of your time with him.

Like when you'd share meals in the Glade, or when he'd be particularly stressed and you'd go for a walk and chill at the small lake in the Deadheads.

Or that one time he thought it'd be funny to make you jump and you elbowed him so hard he cracked a rib. You both got lectured by Jeff.

Or when Gally was building something and a wooden board fell back and smacked him square in the face. You and Newt were basically crying laughing as you toppled over each other. Gally was salty for weeks.

Or when in the Scorch when you fought over a battle of water, which got spilt and you both had to run away from a homicidal Minho. Which is potentially the most terrifying experience you've ever had. He was the Keeper of the Runners for a reason, even on sand.

There weren't many happy or funny moments from your life as you remember it, but the ones you do have, all have Newt in them.

He means the world to you.

You couldn't imagine your life without him. I mean, thank God you all survived and are all immune to the Flare, right?

You suck in a deep breath, making your way over to him.

"Hey," you say, sitting next to him.

"Hey," he responds, "just the guy I've been looking for."

It's not like you're completely oblivious to his attraction to you, but you are completely unaware of Newt's deep feelings for you.

He's had a crush on you ever since you came up in the Box. Everyone knew about it- Alby used to even jump in with the teasing sometimes. There's been several moments that Newt has wanted to confess, and completely pussied out last minute.

But, after being pressured by everyone, he feels like it's about time he says something.

You scoff. "You've been looking for me?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't find you for the life of me- the shuck have you been?"

You laugh, shaking your head at the irony. "Looking for you, actually."

"Oh." He blinks before snorting. "Great minds think alike, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess- look, I need to talk to you."

"I need to talk to you, too, actually." He clears his throat.

"Okay, uh, you wanna go first?"

"I mean, you can go first, if you want?"

"No no, it's fine- you go first."

"You sure? I mean you can-"

"I'm sure." You're going to be here all day if you can't actually decide who's speaking.

"Okay," he shifts, moving his legs from in front of him and crossing his legs instead. "I'm just gonna say it. I think we should be a couple."

You blink at him. He said that with so little emotion it's almost funny.

"What?"

"I like you, dude- and if Minho is anything to go off, you like me too. At least, I hope so."

You blankly look at him, which clearly makes him uncomfortable. "You do like dudes, right?" He says after a very awkward pause, realising you've never actually had that conversation.

"Yes," you confirm, before laughing.

"Shuck it, this is dumb," he rubs his face. "What were you gonna say?"

"I was actually gonna ask you the same thing," you say in between chuckles.

He shifts slightly, turning so he can face you better. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you hesitate for a moment, "I really like you, Newt- I always have but I never said anything 'cause, yanno, we were tryna not die."

He snorts. "Yeah, I get that." He pauses again, clearly uncertain. "So... do you wanna be boyfriends, then?"

You grin. "Yeah, let's be boyfriends."

"Cool," he lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He's finally got a boyfriend- and it's you.

What a brilliant combination.

"Should we, uh, kiss?" You try to repress a smirk as the boy visibly cringes at his own question.

"Do you want to?" You ask.

"Yes," it's the first time in the whole conversation he's actually sounded certain of something.

"Okay, then." You spin more to face him, both of you awkwardly looking at each other for a moment before you eventually lean in.

Newt hesitates, but closes the gap, resulting in a memorable first kiss for the pair of you. It's a peck, then you reconnected, struggling to find a fitting rhythm.

The kiss is sweet and full of love, and it makes your skin tingle and your brain go fuzzy.

Until Minho's voice cuts through the Glade.

"Yes! Shucking finally! Thomas!" He shouts. "Yo! Where's Thomas? He owes me his stew for a week!"

You break away, watching the boy scurry off to find your friend.

You and Newt glance at each other before breaking into a fit of laughter, both of you calming down and then cracking up again when you make eye contact.

Newt looks beautiful when he laughs.

And now you get to experience it even more.

Because he's your boyfriend. And you're his.

Two requests in a day? That's unheard of from me. I'm back on my grind today.

In all seriousness, I am happy to be providing some much needed mlm Newt content because I'm sick to death of people ignoring his sexuality.

I hope you enjoyed :))

#🌿 petri writes tmr #🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri tmr newt #tmr fanfiction #newt tmr #newt the maze runner #newt is gay #tmr newt

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lavykitty · 8 months

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Do you only write mcu or other fandoms?

Here’s a list of fandoms I’m in and characters I’ll write for

❤️= personal favorites

- mcu

Tony stark

Steve Rogers ❤️

Peter Parker

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Thor

Bruce banner

Clint Barton

Natasha Romanoff ❤️

Bucky Barnes ❤️

Zemo ❤️

Loki

Harry Potter (golden era, and the slytherin fan made characters)

Harry

Ron

Hermione

Ginny

Neville

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Oliver wood

Cedric

Draco

Mattheo riddle ❤️

Theo nott ❤️

Lorenzo Berkshire

Harry Potter (Marauders)

James

Lily

Sirius

Remus

Regulus

Hunger games

Finnick ❤️

Peeta

Katniss

Haymitch

Johanna

Cato

The maze runner

Newt

Minho

Thomas

Gally

Twilight

Jasper

Rosalie

Etc

Miss peregrine home for peculiar children

Jacob Portman

Emma bloom

Miss peregrine

Enoch O’Connor

I will also write for characters of specific actors but only for things I’ve seen since I know the characters

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

Lance tucker

Jefferson hatter

Lee bodecker

Chris evans

Captain America

Ransom Drysdale

And more that I can’t think of at the moment (I will continue to update the list)

#marvel smut #smut #harry potter x reader smut #harry potter #hunger games smut #chris evans #sebastian stan

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Movie Masterlist

In an attempt to organize the blog and keep everything in order, masterlists are being made to join together into a masterlist of masterlists to make it easier for those on mobile. Thanks for being patient!

Smut is indicated with a ⭐

The Maze Runner

Imagines

Imagine Thomas not wanting to lose you now that he found you.

Imagine music being the only thing that you can remember, so you enlist Newt into making a band with you.

Imagine training with Newt.

Imagine telling Newt what you would do if you were together in a fantasy world.

Imagine stealing Newt’s clothes while he is bathing.

Imagine Newt refusing to leave you when you’re injured.

Imagine remembering your favorite song and singing it to Gally.

Imagine being the only person that Gally will listen to.

Imagine a chill coming through the maze, so Minho makes you a fire.

Imagine Minho denying all of your ideas, not because they aren’t good, but because they might put you in danger.

Imagine Minho refusing to leave you behind.

Imagine Teresa threatening anyone who comes near you.

Imagines

Imagine making faces at Bill Denbrough whenever you catch him looking at you.

Imagine Bill Denbrough using things you’ve said in his novels.

Imagine Eddie Kaspbrak being scared of your affectionate dog.

Imagine Eddie Kaspbrak getting nervous before a flight.

Imagine Beverly Marsh introducing you to Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak.

Imagine always trying to be the one to make Richie Tozier laugh, and not the other way around.

Imagine Richie Tozier dealing with dreams of Pennywise hurting you.

Imagine protecting Richie Tozier from Henry Bowers and his friends.

Imagine being Bev’s sister, and Ben having a thing for you when you all return to Derry.

Imagine hiding out in the library from your ex Henry Bowers, and Mike taking care of you.

Imagine being Stan’s study-buddy.

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Imagines

Imagine the Graverobber coming across your grave.

Imagine Grave Robber causing a distraction so you won’t get caught.

Imagine Luigi Largo taking you to a show.

Imagine Luigi Largo getting mad after hearing someone talk bad about you at the renaissance fair.

Imagine Pavi Largo putting on his best face for a dinner with you.

Imagine helping Pavi put the make up on his new face.

Imagine catching Pavi Largo with the Genterns.

Pirates of the Caribbean

Oneshots

Kiss The Girl (Will Turner)

Nothing (Will Turner) ⭐

House of Cards (Will Turner)

Imagines

Imagine telling Captain Jack Sparrow that you’re leaving to join the crew of another ship.

Imagine star-gazing with Captain Jack Sparrow.

Imagine Will Turner sensing your insecurities.

Imagine Will Turner being terrified of a life without you.

Imagine Will Turner bartering with Captain Jack Sparrow for your safety.

Interview with the Vampire

Oneshots

Gallowdance (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Vampiretown (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Le Roi (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Nightlife (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Walk Among the Dead (Louis de Pont du Lac)

Imagines

Imagine Lestat helping you through your first few years as a vampire.

Imagine Lestat getting turned on while watching you hunt.

Imagine doing what you can to get Lestat’s attention.

Imagine discussing your upcoming wedding to another vampire with Lestat, and his childish response.

Imagine Lestat commissioning a statue in your image.

Imagine Lestat de Lioncourt watching over you in your sleep.

Imagine a jealous Lestat seeing a vampire trying to flirt with you.

Imagine finding yourself hypnotized by Lestat’s good looks.

Imagine Lestat confessing his love.

Imagine Lestat informing you of his love.

Imagine Lestat choosing not to turn you until you grow older - then being with you when you are an adult.

Imagine having a miracle child with Lestat.

Imagine being Louis’s sibling, and Lestat falling for you.

Imagine having been there to help with Lestat’s transformation.

Imagine refusing Lestat’s offer of being a vampire.

Imagine being a witch, and being married to Lestat.

Imagine being in a love triangle with Lestat and Louis.

Imagine teaching Louis and Lestat about modern life.

Imagine being a member of the Théâtre des Vampires, and befriending Louis De Pointe Du Lac.

Imagine dressing up in your finest for Louis de Pont du Lac.

Imagine Louis helping you through the transition.

Imagine Louis de Pointe du Lac finding out that you are a witch, but loving you nonetheless.

Imagine Louis Du Pointe Du Lac saving you from a vampire attack.

Imagine marrying Louis de Pointe du Lac.

Imagine ignoring Louis after a fight.

Queen of the Damned

Oneshots

Emerge (Lestat de Lioncourt)

Vampire Heart (Marius De Romanus)

Imagines

Imagine being the bassist in Lestat’s band, and him having a thing for you.

Imagine Lestat watching you play your favorite instrument.

Imagine Lestat saving you from a vampire attack.

Imagine Lestat helping you with your first real loss during your vampire life.

Imagine Lestat turning you after choosing you over Akasha.

Imagine being someone from Lestat’s past, come to haunt him.

The Chronicles of Narnia

Oneshots

Eyes Half Closed (General Glozelle)

Imagines

Imagine Mr. Tumnus taking you to his favorite wildflower-covered meadow.

Imagine finding Narnia and the first being you meet being a particular faun.

Imagine Edmund being so frustrated that he can’t kiss you, he nearly explodes.

Imagine King Edmund finding you lost in a cave.

Imagine showing Edmund Pevensie how fearless you are.

Hellraiser

Imagines

Imagine Pinhead inviting you to his own personal Hell.

Imagine bothering Pinhead by summoning him in odd places.

Imagine Pinhead personally ‘taking care’ of an abusive ex.

Imagine Pinhead loving the agony he gives you when he is affectionate.

The Lost Boys

Oneshots

On the Edge (General Lost Boys)

Imagines

Imagine taking Edgar Frog out to relax after the events of The Lost Boys.

Imagine taking care of Edgar Frog after vampire hunting.

Imagine being Sam’s twin sister, and Edgar Frog immediately having a crush on you.

Imagine walking into the Santa Carla comic-shop.

Imagine Alan Frog developing a crush on you after finding out about your extensive vampire knowledge.

Imagine being a horror comic collector, which catches Alan Frog’s attention.

Imagine Paul getting jealous whenever Marco gives you attention.

Imagine Paul falling for you.

Imagine playing with the tourists with Paul.

Imagine surprising your boyfriend Sam with a visit to Santa Carla.

Imagine drawing Michael and putting it up in the ‘hotel’.

Imagine being cute, innocent and a bit ditzy, and dating the Lost Boys.

Imagine dating the Lost Boys, and having sensory overload issues.

10 Things I Hate About You

Imagines

Imagine Patrick Verona being your baby daddy.

Imagine Patrick Verona finding out you’re pregnant with his child.

Imagine kissing Patrick Verona.

Final Destination 3

Imagines

Imagine Ian McKinley hiding out from death with you.

Imagine Ian McKinley staying with you to protect you from death.

Night at the Museum

Imagines

Imagine your wedding dance with Ahkmenrah.

Imagine being accidentally locked inside the museum and meeting Ahkmenrah.

Star Trek

Imagines

Imagine throwing Leonard McCoy a surprise party.

Imagine being stuck with Leonard McCoy on a foreign planet, and having to take care of one another.

Wanted

Oneshots

Rip Out The Wings of a Butterfly (Wesley Gibson)

Imagines

Imagine waking up Wesley Gibson by kissing his neck.

Imagine getting married to Wesley Gibson.

Imagine telling Wesley Gibson you’re in love with him.

Imagine Wesley Gibson helping you through your nightmares while you help him with his.

Imagine Wesley Gibson helping you with your anxiety.

Imagine going from being Wesley Gibson’s enemy to his lover.

Nightmare on Elm Street

Imagines

Imagine Freddie always coming to your nightmares for comedic effect.

Jurassic Park

Oneshots

Hysteria (Henry Wu)

Imagines

Imagine having feelings for Dr. Henry Wu and trying to get him to stop the experiments.

Inception

Oneshots

If Ever (Arthur)

Surface (Arthur) ⭐

The Last Story Ever (Arthur)

Imagines

Imagine Arthur having a nightmare.

Imagine Arthur making sure that you have good dreams rather than bad, while you’re going through a hard time.

The Mummy

Oneshots

Death Comes at the End (Rick O’Connell)

Imagines

Imagine Ardeth Bay gifting you one of his favorite weapons.

Imagine possessing a relic that is helpful to Rick O’Connell.

Imagine Imhotep being surprised that you have feelings for him.

Halloween

Imagines

Imagine Michael Myers hating it when you swear.

Scream

Oneshots

The Impaler (Billy Loomis & Stu Macher) ⭐

All of the Feelings (Charlie Walker x FTM!Reader) ⭐

Imagines

Imagine pleasuring Stu Macher with your chest and mouth. ⭐

House of Wax

Oneshot

Cards on the Table (Bo Sinclair)

Revenge of the Nerds

Imagines

Imagine overhearing Arnold Poindexter talking about how much he likes you.

Imagine Poindexter asking you out.

Imagine sticking up for Arnold Poindexter when the Alpha Betas try to take his violin.

Imagine being the first female in Tri Lambda Lambda.

Sherlock Holmes

Imagines

Imagine raising a little girl with Sherlock Holmes.

Imagine getting arrested with Sherlock Holmes.

Unfriended Dark Web

Oneshots

Crimson Day

Imagines

Imagine being part of Matias O’Brien and Amaya DeSoto’s wedding party a few years after all of the events.

Imagine saving Matias from being buried alive.

Mission Impossible

Oneshots

Lights Out

Imagines

Imagine being sick, and Ethan Hunt taking care of you.

Imagine being so stressed out on a mission, you keep forgetting to eat, so Ethan Hunt steps up to make sure you do.

Imagine Ethan Hunt patching you up after getting hurt on a mission.

Imagine being married to Ethan Hunt.

The Scorpion KIng

Oneshots

Blood From A Stone {Mathayus x Reader}

Imagines

Imagine being a Prince, and the Scorpion King’s lover.

Imagine becoming Mathayus’s lover while secretly sabotaging his attacks.

Imagine making love to Mathayus in a desert oasis you found while traveling together.

Glass

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine being a spectator to a fight between David Dunn and The Beast.

The Mist

Oneshots

Imagines

Imagine talking down David Drayton from his final act, until the military arrives.

Van Helsing

Oneshot

Imagines

Imagine being Dracula’s fourth Bride and trying to seduce and feed on Van Helsing.

The Last King of Scotland

Oneshots

Love is a Place to Hide {Nicholas Garrigan x Spouse!Reader}

Imagines

#movie masterlist #masterlist

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