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mackjlee9 · 8 months

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Gally x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

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

Masterlist.

The Maze Runner

Requested by call me cal on Quotev.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fucking hell, Gally...

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in-need-of-gally-content · 9 months

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|The Rejected|

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

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

Gally•Fic (ftm reader)

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

Wattpad•

(x oc version)

(x reader)

!all characters are aged up 18-21!

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

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

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

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liliumsabyss · 1 year

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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.

#x male reader #male reader #newt x male reader #the maze runner #male reader insert #gay #newt tmr #the maze runner x male reader

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seungsvoid · 2 years

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TAINTED THRONE | thomas (the maze runner)

pairing — thomas x male! reader

summary — since the first day in the maze, y/n’s been getting weird visions. his mind is rattled with them until a greenie a year later pops out of the box like he owns the place. y/n’s visions only get worse from there and as thomas builds himself a reputation in the glade, y/n struggles with everything he thought he knew about himself.

word count — 1335

warnings — cursing, suicide attempt (not really), violence and gore. sexual content references but nothing explicit.

chapters — previous next

SWEAT GATHERED ALONG HIS BROW, small pants escaping his lips as he limped toward the entrance/exit of the Maze. He had injured himself last week but was trying his best to not let it get to him. Some of the other runners were behind Y/n, all of them wondering how he were still faster than them with a hurt leg. "Almost there guys. Minho's group is meeting us in the map room." He called out behind him.

He exited the maze, noticing Alby talking to someone he didn't recognize at first glance. However, when he got closer to the person, he halted in his steps before he almost fell to the ground. He ushered the other runners to go ahead of him so that he could talk to Alby. "What's up, Shuckface?" He slung an arm around the (taller/shorter) male, all while trying to inconspicuously study the new boy.

"I told you not to call me that, Runaway."

Y/n looked up at him with a soft — yet joking — glare before he looked back at the Greenie. He was (taller/shorter) than Y/n for sure, his eyes were a light blue and several freckles and moles were scattered across his face. His hair was a mixture of being black and brown. He was really good looking.

"Who's this?" Y/n asked, hoping the Greenie would answer rather than Alby. He could sense that the Greenie was hesitant on answering him but Y/n gave him a reassuring look that said he could tell him. "Thomas. My names Thomas."

Y/n gave an amused hum but soon something came rushing through him. He had to hold his head and squeeze his eyes shut. Thomas looked to Alby with wide eyes. He was confused.

"This happens sometimes. Go get Newt, Greenie." Thomas simply nodded before hurriedly running off to find the British boy he had become aquatinted with already. Newt was standing by the gardens, talking animatedly with one of the other Gladers as Thomas approached him. He was slightly out of breath but the blonde still understood what he was trying to tell him.

Y/n lay on the ground now, his eyes wide with what appeared to be either fear, recollection, or both. His chest rose and fell heavily while Alby was squatted next to him, trying to get him to calm down. He wouldn't though.

Scattered memories were making their way through his surface but there was one that just stuck out to him. It was one of the same ones he had the first day in the Glade.

A lady peers down at him, her blonde hair creating a halo that made the younger him think she was to be an angel - only if she hadn't been the one prodding him with needles - and a smile that seemed to be unsettling yet sweet, and comforting at the same time. "Y/n? Can you hear me?" He felt himself nod and before he even had the chance to utter a word, another needle was stuck into his skin and the lady brushed a baby hair away from his face.

“Good. That's good. You won't be down there for too long. Thomas – he'll come down soon after. You won't remember him but that’s the whole point. All you have to remember, Y/n, is that Wicked is good."

"Y/n, never forget. Wicked is good."

Y/n shuddered, moving to sit on his knees with his head between his hands. Shocked gasps fell from his lips and even Newt couldn't calm the (e/c) eyed boy down when he finally came over. When a certain name came from the boy, Alby whipped his head to Thomas, his eyes holding a burning fire. "You. Talk to him."

Thomas pointed to himself confusedly to which Alby rolled his eyes. "Yes you, slinthead! Talk to him."

Thomas didn't know what he would be able to accomplish by talking to Y/n but he was already on Alby's bad side, he didn't want to get deeper in it. So, the blue eyed boy crouched down to him and placed a band on his shoulder, prompting him to flinch slightly.

“Uhm hi –" Newt mouthed 'Y/n' and Thomas nodded, "Y/n. It's Thomas. Are you okay?" Y/n shuddered and shook his head. "What's wrong?" Thomas didn't know how to handle this situation; he assumed he wasn't very good at comforting people.

"I - I remember...."

Thomas looked to the others, his exterior still showing that he was confused. Newt placed his hand on Y/n’s other shoulder. "What do you remember Y/n?"

It took him a moment to reply but Y/n spoke with a shaky voice, "Him. I remember Thomas."

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Y/n lay on one of the makeshift beds in the homestead, completely unconscious. At the end of his bed sat Newt with a frown plastered on his face. His eyebrows were drawn together tightly as he tried to think of why Y/n would be the only one that was able to get his memories back without getting stung, which before him, was the only way anyone could get their memory back, or at least parts of it.

A knock on the wooden door pulled the former Runner from his thoughts and he turned to look at Alby who offered a tight lipped smile to the second in command. He stepped further into the room and behind him came Thomas who was looking rather upset. "What's he doing here?" Newt stood up and looked as if he was about to attack the new Greenie. "Woah, calm down, Newt. He just wanted to come see Y/n." It took the blonde a moment to allow it but he eventually nodded, albeit reluctantly, and settled back at the end of the bed. Newt had been the closest with with Y/n after Nick's death - which hadn't been that long ago - but he was still extremely protective over the boy; just as Nick had been. He was trying to protect him from something that might've as well been way beyond Newt.

Thomas slowly walked over to Y/n’s bed and sat in one of the chairs placed next to it. An idea popped in his head but he didn't want to risk Newt jumping him. Despite his rather small frame, he looked strong and Thomas didn't know what he, himself, looked like so he didn't want to try him. Instead, he spoke his idea to the two leaders.

"What if I touch his hand? I was just thinking that.. maybe whatever he’s thinking could be transferred to me somehow?" He said a little nervously but still tried his best to look them in the eyes. Alby exchanged a look with Newt and the two of them nodded. "Go ahead." Thomas took a deep breath, reaching out and taking Y/n’s hand in his own. It was slightly cold compared to his warm one but he tried to ignore it as he closed his eyes.

Y/n looked up at Thomas with a light hearted smile as he leaned down to whisper something in Y/n’s ear. Thomas didn't know what he had said but it caused a light blush to cross over the other boy’s cheeks. He (stood up on his tip toes/ pulled Thomas down) to brush some of his dark hair away from his forehead so he could see his blue eyes properly. "You know, you're in desperate need of a haircut, Tommy." Thomas saw himself laugh, a genuine laugh as well, which made him wonder how close the two of them really were. Whenever this was.

"But then you can't play with my hair, Y/n/n."

Y/n smiled and (leaned up again/pulled Thomas down) but this time to plant his lips on Thomas’. What came next made Thomas quickly open his eyes. Even though it was him, he felt weird for seeing that, as if it hadn't even been him doing those actions in the first place. "You alright there, Greenie?" Thomas looked up at Alby with a shaky breath.

“Yeah.. Yeah I’m okay.”

tags — @bxckbexk @itstuneshere @fitzells @grfields

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valentinetypewriter · 10 days

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Tmr fic Poll 3

ok so this is for my fic series I'm planning on writing, to find the overview and the other polls Click Here!

This ones a bit more basic, so I have a few options down but if you'd prefer something else let me know, though i won't make reader a runner

Also what this really means for the y/n in this fic will be influenced by the other polls

#the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #the maze runner x you #the maze runner x male reader #the maze runner x reader #tmr gally #tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr minho #tmr frypan #tmr teresa #tmr alby #tmr chuck #fic poll #tumblr polls

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kanataka-san · 2 years

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Gally x Male reader

Nobody know what was happening. Some unknow masked people just kidnapped them from the street to somekind of old parkinglot. Thomas didn't know if they were from WICKED or what were they purpose in general.

Getting out of the van they saw many people with weapons in hand ready to use at any moment. Finally one of the man among group of mixed men and not so much women took off his mask reviling Gally that they were thinkig was dead. Boy next to him took off the mask too, mouth agape looking at Newt.

Before Thomas could do or say anything his friends voice was heard.

"(Y-y/n) ?"

"Newt..."

Former gladers turned to look at the two not getting what was going on.

Honey haired teen and a bit more lighter haired boy came up to eachother, eyes wide not believing this is happening for real. (Y/n) didn't wait and made a first move- he hugged taller boy around his torso tightly. Newt needed a moment to process everything but soon returned the affection.

"I can't believe it...."

After parting away smaller boy got big dorky smile on his face as well as Newt.

"Ok, what is going on?" Thomas asked when his voice returned in place. "This is my little brother." Gallys eyes widen while he scratched his neck feeling uneasy- how is he supposed to tell them he and Newts brother were in a relationship from a nearly a year now also after the things he did before...

As (Y/N) looked at his lover he could tell he felt a lot more weight on his shoulders than before so he came up to Gally and unnoticed by anyone took his smaller hand into bigger one squeezing it slightly while smilling at the taller boy as to say 'everything is ok'.

Giving a squeez back former bulider not so wilingly pulled away taking five of them to Lawrence.

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After saving Minho and jumping out of the window Thomas took Newt arm on his shoulder seeing how much the teen struggle. They meet Gally shooting down other guards making the three wet boys space to fully get out of the water.

Minho was shoocked seeing the boy he though he killed long ago with a spar. But there was a frown on Gallys face.

"Where is (Y/N)?" It was time for Thomas to rose a brow.

"He stayed with you-"

"No, he run with YOU to help." while they were arguing Newt began to cough- hard. That worried just rescued boy but Thomas shook it off. More guards was making they way towards the four of them with guns as they tried to hide.

Noticing as one more went out of the door and made his way to them make them feel like they wont make it out.

But to their suprise new "guard" was shooting as many man around the four as he could with his own gun trying to avoid the fire back knowing he will be dead if he wasn't too carefoul.

Soon all of them saw his figure closer, taking cover behind some rubles he took off his mask.

"(Y/N)." Gally breathed out relived he's ok. Taking the chance when guards stopped shooting (Y/N) run as fast as he could to his boyfriend.

Taller boy open his arms for his lover to jump in- he did it trusting crouching boy avoiding more bullets that went his way.

"What were you thinking?! It was reckless and dangerous-" hand on his cheek and warm lips shuted up the yelling boy.

"I know. Now is not the time, we need to go." looking in the direction of his brother (Y/N)s (E/C) eyes sadden showing how worried he was. Not carring about anything else smaller boy crawled to his 'changing' brother.

"Newt... Hang on." gloved hand took away some of the damp honey hair that stick to his forehead, turning to others he shouted. "What are you waiting for, come on, get him up!"

Obeying the request they walked as fast as they could between abadoned buldings.

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Newt became more aggressive when they finally setteled down, he tried to use a gun but Thomas kicked it out of his hand. Dark blue veins was visible on his neck and face as he took his own knife and attacked brown haired boy that tried to avoid it being trapped in between the dirty floor and his friend thinking how to take it out of Newts death grip without hurting either of them.

Nobody could have expect what will happend next.

Newt got tackled to the ground- knife went straight to (Y/N)s shoulder as he struggled to keep his brother still taking at the same time out the cure he had stolen from WICKED.

He would gave it to his brother earlier if they werent been chased and if it didn’t got trapped inside his pocket after running so much- (Y/N) just hoped it wasn't too late.

In fast motion he jabbed Newt in the chest with it giving all his weight on the knees on older boy forearms stradling his stomach getting him trapped under the added weight.

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All streanght left (Y/N)s body, adrenaline stopped working as he tried to stand up but failed and fallen on his bum breathing hard next to now calm teen.

Gally was the first one to wake up from the daze and come support his lover.

"Thats why you were the last one to go out, you went for the cure." didn't want to talk out of pain (Y/N) grited his teeth, fastly nooding his head getting as much comfort in Gallys touch as he could at this moment.

Soon Teresas voice was heard loud and clear. Thomas of course went to her- He loved her even after what she did.

Brenda and Frypan showed up and helped take Newt unconscious form as Gally picked up (Y/N) gently without moving the knife scared of his love bleeding out. Carefully everyone made their way to the jet where others waited.

After getting inside Gally informed whoever was piloting this damn thing to flew for Thomas that run to WICKED bulding.

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(Y/N) felt soft matters under him and how sore hes' shoulder was. Slowly opening his eyes he saw baby blue eyes looking at him in the dark room. Only now he noticed how big the room was and soft whiteish curtains were covering the windows from bright sun but letting the light wing come inside making them went up.

"How are you feeling..?"

"o-ok, I think."

(Y/N)s voice was hoarse but Gally gently help him into sitting position handing him glass of water that stood on a small table. "..... You were out for a week.... I was scared I will lose you.. Others were worried and scared too." "But I'm awake now." light smile adored smallers boy face and Gally couldnt help to just kiss his lovers forehead.

"Wait! Whats with Newt and Thomas?" beautifull (E/C) eyes were full of worry. "They're fine, Newt is much better right now the cure you stolen was out of the Greenies blood they took earlier- that shuck face- it saved his live. Thomas got a bullet wound in his stomach but is slowly recovering." at this news (Y/N) calmed down taking a deep breath then sliding down looking at his lover.

"We're safe now? No more running?"

"We're safe and no- no more running."

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#tmr gally #tmr newt #tmr #the maze runner x male reader #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner #the schuyler sisters #the death cure

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moonyswritinq · 11 months

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

thomas : "oh, yeah? Like what?"

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

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

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

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thatgingerswritings · 10 months

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Care for me

Newt X Reader

→ He/him pronouns

→ Movie based

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

Warnings: blood, alcohol

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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raidenssblog · 11 months

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

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

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

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

Guess you were wrong.

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

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

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

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 1 year

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Play me something?

Newt x masc!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

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

Warnings: none really, language

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

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

"You're gonna get caught."

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

⭒----⭒

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's goin' on?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right."

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

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

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

"Newtie-boy missin' your company?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" you ask sceptically.

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

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

"Yep," he nods.

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

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

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

"Well?"

"Dude. What the fuck."

"What?" Shuck, were you that bad?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I- Actually?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

⭒----⭒

It becomes a daily occurrence.

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

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

You play for Frypan too, and Gally.

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

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

...Except for one awkward moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minho groans, dropping his face into his hands.

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

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

"What?"

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

⭒----⭒

After that embarrassment, you avoid Newt for a while.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Great.

⭒----⭒

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

Completely unbeknownst to you, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the fuck.

He's actually spinning out right now.

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

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

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

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

"His voice," says Newt.

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

"The voice crack," repeats Newt.

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

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

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

"I don't know."

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

"I mean, I guess..."

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

⭒----⭒

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

You're oblivious to what just happened.

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

"Why don't you play for Newt?"

You pause.

"What do you mean?"

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

There's no point, you decide.

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

⭒----⭒

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

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

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

"Uh," starts Newt. "Hi."

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

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

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

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

"Oh."

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

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

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

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

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

Newt laughs. "I'd hoped so."

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

"Play me something?"

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

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

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

Voice cracks are attractive y'all

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

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

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mackjlee9 · 10 months

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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.

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Gally stayed with (M/n) all night, almost unable to sleep as every noise he would make caused the blond to wake up.

He would sit next to him and dry the sweat off (M/n)'s face and neck while talking to him, noticing it helped him calm down, Gally's voice working as a way to ground him back to reality, away from the night terrors his mind showed to him.

Gally would sit back on the chair next to the bed rather than the couch, it was too far away from it in his opinion, and he wanted to be right next to him whenever (M/n) needed him.

He hated falling asleep that night. He would sleep for ten or twenty minutes, and (M/n) would move or groan, make any kind of noise and he would wake up, hopeful of seeing his (e/c) eyes finally open, knowing he'd get better soon, but no.

(M/n) was there, still unconscious. And Gally had never felt a pain so strong as the one he felt whenever he realized his best friend, the guy he loved... was still trapped inside his own mind, and all he could do was watch as he trashed around on the bed, babbling things he couldn't fully understand.

He felt so helpless and useless. If he had stayed with (M/n)... Had he been there by his side, to prevent him from going into the Maze... Things would be different.

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When morning arrived, Gally woke up when his hand lost hold of his head, suddenly getting him awake and alert. Nothing had changed, everything was exactly the same as it had been the past hour.

His eyes were dry and a headache was finding its way inside his skull, he felt more irritable than ever, so he hoped no one would come to bother him.

"Gally?" He glanced over his shoulder with a frown, and saw Chuck standing by the med room door, playing with his fingers.

"Need something, Chuck?" His curls shook when he moved his head from side to side.

"Do you... Want anything for breakfast?" Gally was almost sure Fry had asked Chuck to make sure he hadn't been pushing himself to take care of (M/n), Fry knew Gally wouldn't lash out at the greenie, he knew the blond fairly well.

"Uh... Maybe some bread? And water," Chuck nodded and left, heading to the kitchen. Gally heard muffled voices, seeing as the kitchen was next to the med room, and he looked over at (M/n), standing up from his chair, and gently stroking his (h/c) hair, reaching for the towel on the headboard to dry the sweat off his skin, "I'm here, bean... Everything is alright."

He heard footsteps behind him, and saw Chuck setting the bowl with some bread, a small recipient with jam, a teaspoon and a water bottle.

"Thanks, Chuck," the greenie nodded with a small smile and found a comfortable spot on the couch, an empty bowl in his hand to gather all the wood chips and dust as he continued with his wood carving.

He wanted to get them done before (M/n) woke up, to give it to him as a gift, similar to what Gally made, but he was far behind in skills, so the process was slow and steady to make sure he wouldn't mess up.

Gally looked at Chuck from his spot on the bed, and felt a small smile pulling his lips up, "Need help finishing that, buddy?" He looked up from his wooden half-moon, and shook his head, watching how a subtle frown appeared on Gally's brow.

"It's okay, I can do this by myself, and... You have to take care of (M/n), I don't wanna bother you, Gally." He felt touched by Chuck's words, despite being just a kid, he sounded so much more mature than the majority of the guys around.

"Well... But you can tell me if you need help with anything, alright?" Chuck nodded, and his curls bounced around again.

They stayed silent for about an hour or two, Gally ate some pieces of bread with jam and they just enjoyed each other's quiet company until Chuck was called to do the dishes with the other Sloppers, of course, they were working under Alby's supervision, make sure they wouldn't do anything they weren't supposed to.

Hours appeared to fly by for everyone else but Gally, to him, it felt like a minute lasted ten, and ten minutes lasted an hour, and he decided to stop caring about what time it was because he was sure to drive himself mad if he did.

He only became somewhat aware of the time when Newt stopped by with lunch for him. He placed it on the coffee table next to the bowl with a single piece of bread and the jam gone, Newt took the remains of what Gally had for breakfast and silently left the med room without uttering a single word.

Gally looked over and realized the bowl was full of cut fruit, his and (M/n)'s favourite fruit. He reached to grab a piece between his fingers and ate it.

He almost found the sweet fruit too bitter, eating it without (M/n). He turned his back to (M/n) for a few minutes, and tried to eat a couple more pieces, but he wasn't hungry.

Behind him, (M/n)'s body squirmed on the bed, his mind flashing more and more images that kept confusing him, until they stopped and he was finally able to understand what was happening around him.

He was living his first ever memory, the only memory he kept from before the Glade, lying on that gurney as he was taken somewhere- taken to the Box, he was surrounded by blurry faces again, but this time, when he blinked and opened his eyes more, two faces were in his field of vision, the image fading too quickly to be able to tell anything about them other than one was a girl and the other was a guy.

"See you soon..."

And his eyes opened, feeling slightly startled. His breathing was rapid, but he couldn't pay attention to that because all he could feel was pain. He felt pain everywhere on his body. His head was throbbing, his shoulder was pulsing, his muscles were contracting around his ribs, and there was a burning feeling shooting up his leg.

It was too much at once, and he felt overloaded. (M/n) blinked slowly, squinting to try and ease the headache he had, and looked around the room, barely being able to move around on the bed.

He rested his weight on his good arm, and struggled to push himself up, it was hard but he managed to maintain himself up for a few seconds, enough to realize where he was and whom he was with.

"Ga... lly..."

(M/n) saw how Gally's body tensed up, and he turned around, immediately getting up from his chair and rushing to hug him the instant he saw (M/n) was awake.

Gally cried freely, trying to not hurt (M/n) more, but he felt so much relief within him, that he almost couldn't, "I was... So s-scared to lose you, b-bean... I couldn't- I can't-," he struggled to say between sobs, babbling a few words (M/n) managed to understand. Like 'never' and 'without you'.

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Gally too, thanking that the blond was holding him up, and he clung onto him with his good arm. He was so sure he would never see Gally ever again, certain he was gonna die in the Maze with that Griever, and yet, here he was, back in the Glade, in the Homestead, holding Gally close, afraid of waking up and realize this moment is not real.

He didn't want to wake up and realize that he wasn't there with Gally, he didn't want to know that everything he was seeing right that moment was all a figment of his imagination, something his subconscious made to make him happy during his last moments alive. Afraid that everything would be gone as soon as his eyes opened.

But it was real, Gally's warmth against him and the pain he felt all over his body was very much real, and (M/n) couldn't hold back his tears any longer.

"I'm sorry..." They cried together and held each other close, reassuring the other and themselves that they were there, that everything was gonna be alright now that they were together again. For a few minutes, they stayed like that until their tears ceased and got their steady breathing back.

(M/n) shifted his head and rested his cheek on Gally's shoulder, and he spotted something on the bedside table. He tapped Gally's arms a few times and they pulled away from their hug. His eyes were locked onto those things that caught his attention, and Gally followed his line of sight.

"Oh! Right...!" He scooted closer to the table and reached for the water bottle sitting there, "Here," he assumed (M/n) was thirsty, and had taken the cap off, slowly and carefully bringing it close to (M/n)'s mouth.

He chuckled, but nonetheless accepted the water he was given, he was a little thirsty, his voice was raspy and his throat itchy so the water was really nice, even if that wasn't exactly what he was looking at a few seconds ago.

"Thank you..." He whispered when Gally lowered the bottle and closed it again, "But I meant... Those..." The Keeper frowned and turned to look at the table again, just realizing he had placed the finished bracelets there.

"Uhm, these, I..." He picked them up and avoided eye contact, suddenly feeling a little shy to say anything about them, but when he realized how (M/n) was expectantly looking at him, he couldn't feel happier that those pretty (e/c) eyes were open again, staring only at him, "I made these as a... Promise. To each other, bean."

Gally placed them on (M/n)'s lap, watching as he picked one up. One read 'Gally' and the other '(M/n)' on the exterior, while the inside read 'I Promise You'.

(M/n) looked up at Gally and realized he was fidgeting with his hands, which caught his attention. His knuckles were bruised purple, small cuts here and there, and he felt worried about it. His hand reached to gently hold Gally's and inspected his knuckles.

"You're hurt... Let me h-help you..." Gally watched how (M/n) tried to get up from the bed, but he prevented that, "Gally, please..."

He couldn't help getting emotional again, (M/n) cared so much about him that he didn't even realize he had been attacked by a Griever and survived a night in the Maze. "No, no, I'm alright, bean... You have to rest, okay?" He held (M/n)'s face in his hands, holding eye contact with him, which thankfully worked to get him to calm down.

He sighed and nodded, looking down at the bracelets again, his fingers held the wood, and graced his name carved on it. (M/n) picked it up and handed it to Gally, who looked at it and back into his (e/c) eyes.

"You want me to...?" (M/n) nodded and silently let Gally tie the bracelet around his wrist, the braided rope did two loops around his wrist, but he didn't mind it. Gally tied it, making sure it wasn't too tight nor too loose and sighed.

(M/n) stared at it, and smiled, reaching his hand to grab Gally's bracelet, "Let... Me..." Immediately, Gally realized what he was trying to do, and he began to refuse.

"No, bean, I can do it myself, you don't need to-," he stopped talking when he made eye contact with him, (M/n) wasn't gonna give in, they were both extremely stubborn and in moments like this, it showed, "Fine..." He said in a whisper after releasing a deep sigh.

Slowly and with a lot of effort, (M/n) managed to lift his injured arm, his shoulder screaming in pain at him to stop moving, but even with his entire arm trembling nonstop, he tied Gally's bracelet around his wrist, which also looped twice.

The entire time, Gally had kept his sight locked on (M/n)'s face, noticing the pain and discomfort he was putting himself through, but also how he smiled once he accomplished his goal.

"Done," (M/n) looked up and he got lost in the bright colour of Gally's eyes, they were shining brighter than ever, looking prettier than he remembered. They were so incredibly close, and damn, after everything that happened, (M/n) couldn't think about keeping these strong feelings to himself anymore, "Gally..."

They moved a little bit closer to each other, "Yeah?"

(M/n) took a deep breath, and swallowed, his hand lifting to gently hold Gally's face.

"Can I-?"

"Hey, Gally, we brought you-" Chuck walked into the med room, followed by Mikah and Doug, inevitably noticing the deadly stare being shot their way, both of them were really, really pissed off.

"I think we interrupted something..." Mikah mumbled to Doug who nodded, feeling just a little scared under Gally's glare, but Chuck eased the air in the room.

He ran to (M/n) and hugged him, "Oof- easy there, little buddy," they heard Chuck sniffing as his body shook, and (M/n) felt his shirt getting wet with his tears, "Hey~ it's alright, I'm back and I feel okay, no need to cry~," he rubbed Chuck's back up and down, trying to help him calm down.

He backed away and wiped the tears streaming down his flushed face with both hands, finding an empty spot by the foot of the bed to sit down.

Chuck looked at (M/n) with his glossy umber eyes, tears continuing to make their way down his face, and he frowned, "Unfair, I was... Making something for you for when you wake up but... But I'm not done yet!" They chuckled alongside Chuck, and (M/n) lifted his hand to ruffle his curls.

"Well, I can always go back to sleep until you're done, right?" With the ambience getting more relaxed and less hostile, they found comfort in the sound of (M/n)'s voice and laugh, filled with relief to see him being the same Dummy (M/n) as he's always been.

Gally ruffled his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, causing him to huff like it was usual, and he showed (M/n) a wide smile, "You've slept long enough already, dummy."

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Apparently, Chuck had brought something for Gally to eat, and they had no knowledge of Newt bringing him fruit earlier, but now lunch was over and there was a ten minute break before they had to get back to work, so they stopped by to check on them.

(M/n) tried to eat some fruit Gally fed to him, but eventually, he announced he was full, "You're probably hungry as well, you can eat the rest."

There was a lot of truth in (M/n)'s words, Gally hadn't eaten a whole meal since the night he ran into the Maze, and his stomach appreciated being filled with food once again.

They were enjoying their time talking, and (M/n) listened to what they were saying, not really feeling like including himself in their conversation, so he quietly listened while resting on the headboard.

However, Clint and Jeff stopped by, telling everyone to leave the room as they had to do a check-up on their patient and just when (M/n) and Gally were the only ones left in the room, did they realize he was awake.

"Oh-! We weren't expecting you'll be awake yet," both Med-jacks smiled at (M/n) and greeted him like one would greet an old friend.

"Yeah, well... I've had enough beauty sleep, or so I've been told," they chuckled softly at (M/n)'s attempt at a joke, and Jeff proceeded to get new bandages out, along with a few gauzes while Clint grabbed alcohol.

"Gally can you...?" He stood up from the chair and stood on (M/n)'s good side.

"Sorry," he quietly apologized before proceeding to undo the first few buttons of (M/n)'s shirt, "Is that alright?" Clint and Jeff nodded and got ready to change the bandages they had wrapped around his shoulder and chest.

At that moment he realized...

...He wasn't wearing his shirt. This shirt wasn't his.

"Your shirt got ruined so..." He looked up at Gally, no longer looking at himself and letting the meds do their job, "I gave you one of mine, hope you don't mind."

In other circumstances, he would've freaked out, but Gally had already seen him shirtless before, he was simply hoping it had only been Gally around when that happened.

"Alright, (M/n), stay still or a stitch might come off," he hummed in response, and he wondered... Stitches? Why do I have-?

And he remembered the Griever he encountered. Being bit by it, stung and thrown into a wall. After that... Everything gets dark and blurry. But he knows...

He got a few of his memories back. Although nothing particularly useful, there isn't much he can remember clearly, other than a few names. Thomas. Janson. Lawrence. Mary.

(M/n) had no idea who those people were, but he certainly didn't trust the majority of them. At least two of those names made him feel uneasy and angry.

"Good, we're done," Clint's voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he noticed he had been wrapped up again, "We got something for your arm since, well, you shouldn't move it too much."

Like that, Jeff grabbed a piece of cloth, and the three of them helped (M/n) bend his injured arm, using his good shoulder to tie the two ends that supported his arm. He watched himself for a moment and looked at the Med-jacks, who were staring at him, expectantly.

"I'm alright, guys," he said softly and he watched how their eyes momentarily filled with tears before they blinked them away.

"We're happy to hear that..." And like that, they left.

(M/n) turned to look at Gally, who was slowly shaking his head, a hint of a smile appearing on his face, "Truth is... Everyone is happy to know you're okay," he nodded a few times, and he wondered how worried his friends probably were about him, "But..." He stared at Gally, who had tears in his eyes as well, "I'm glad you're alive, (M/n)."

Those words...

He blinked a few times as his eyes began to sting, "So am I, Gally."

After that, they proceeded to change the subject to something else, deciding they didn't want to keep the sad and depressive aura around for much longer and (M/n) found himself wondering one thing.

"What..." He stopped for a moment, almost too scared to ask, "What happened to Peter?"

Gally's expression soured for a moment, and (M/n) wondered if something bad had occurred while he was gone.

"Everything was fake, bean... He was not hurt in any way, they did it to get you banished," (M/n) blinked at this information. Even if he was a hundred percent aware of how he had nothing to do with what happened to Peter, he looked seriously injured and had wanted to help him, and now, finding out nothing he saw was real made him sick to his stomach, "Well, everyone knows, but the Keepers know the details, and... Stan got what he deserved too."

(M/n) glanced at Gally's knuckles and he chuckled, thinking about how Stan probably looked, "How bad did you punch him?"

Gally shrugged, "Let's just say he will never look the same," both of them smiled, feeling just a little bit glad that he had finally gotten a taste of his own medicine.

"He's always had a punchable face, to be honest." Snickers from both of them followed, accompanied by a small hiss from (M/n) at the pain he felt on his shoulder.

The rest of the day was spent the same way, enjoying their time alone while Gally made sure he stayed in bed as much as he could, silently feeding (M/n) dinner as they ate together, and then it was time to sleep.

"Gally..." He called quietly as he lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillow as his eyelids began to close on their own. Gally responded with a small 'yeah?', and (M/n) scooted over on the bed, "Can you stay with me?"

The blond stared at (M/n), watching how he was falling asleep and smiling to himself as he stood up and got in the bed next to him, "Always, bean. Always."

Gally gently played with (M/n)'s hair, watching how he fell asleep a few minutes later, his breathing slow and steady, lips slightly parted open. He sighed and held (M/n) as close to him as he could, carefully so as to not hurt him further.

"I've fallen in love with you... Harder than I ever thought I would, bean," he closed his eyes and pressed a small kiss on the crown of (M/n)'s head, finding comfort in being so close to him, and finally, being able to fall asleep, his mind relaxed and at ease.

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liliumsabyss · 1 year

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I keep finding myself rereading the request I sent and I somehow fall in love with your writing more and more it’s just ❤️✨❤️✨❤️✨❤️, you know? Anyway I have found myself once again rereading it because I can’t sleep and I thunk a thought. Newt and reader star gazing in the glade and reader falls asleep with his head on Newt’s chest with his arms around his waist and Newt’s just laying there looking at reader like he hung the stars and moon himself. Please don’t worry about getting this done, take your time and enjoy the holidays, things usually feel more rewarding to finish when you enjoy making them. All the love ❤️

Moon and Stars

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.292k

Tw: Very fluffy and maybe out of character Newt?

A/n: Hey! Im so glad you enjoyed your request it makes me so genuinely happy to hear that! Your request reminded me of “The Tale of Princess Kaguya” or “The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter” for some reason so I included some stuff about that there especially since I headcannon Newt knowing a lot of mythology and fairytale’s. I think I had even more fun writing this than last one which I had a blast with these request have been so fun and spark so many more idea’s thank you so much! Thank you so much for requesting, Im sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy and thank you once again!

“ Kaguya grew into a beautiful young women so beautiful that she had to remain away from people.” Newt began, laying on the soft grass of the glade. The weight of the (h/c) haired male resting on his chest was a soothing contrast to the terror that surrounded the glade.

“ That sounds quite sad.” The (h/c) haired male said looking up at Newts face who was fixated on the stars and moon above. Newt peered down seeing the others face in a slight pout.

“ Well maybe that's the reason your here.” Newt said smiling to the (h/c) haired male who had a flustered expression on his face before letting out a little huff and then smirking.

“ Well wouldn’t that apply to you as well?” The (h/c) haired male smirked up at Newt as Newts cheeks turned bright red. Newt was thankful for the angle of his head so the other male couldn’t see the coloring on his face.

“ (Y/n) shush I have to finish the story” Newt said playfully squeezing his arms around (Y/n)s waist making the other chuckle.

“ Five princes came to ask for Kaguya’s hand in marriage. Kaguya came up with a plan, she told each of them to bring her a specific item of her choosing that was impossible to collect and if they could she would marry the one.” Newt started again as the other peered in curiosity, “ The first prince was told to bring the stone begging bowl of the Buddha however when the first prince returned with a bowl it didn’t glow the holy light it was supposed to Kaguya saw through the princes lies he wasn’t the only one. The second prince was supposed to bring a jeweled branch from the island of Horai however one again the prince lied the branch was created by one of the greatest craftsmen in the country rather than from the island. The third prince who was required to bring the legendary fire-rat robe of China instead brought a regular robe that blazed when it was lit a flame. The fourth prince, when attempting to acquire a jewel from a dragon's neck, encountered a storm at sea and died during the conquest. The fifth prince while climbing up a cliff to collect a cowry shell bore from a swallow fell to his demise.” The blonde male explained adamantly staring up at the stars as the (h/c) haired male stared at him in awe.

“ Why is this so depressing!” (Y/n) said complaining to Newt despite the fact he loved Newt's voice.

“ Don’t worry it has a good ending but you have to be patient.” Newts tsked at the other shaking his head, chuckling squeezing the (h/c) haired males waist once again.

“ Fine”

“ Then the Emperor of Japan came for Kaguya, falling deeply in love with her asked for her hand in marriage but Kaguya rejected him telling him she is not of his country so she couldn’t go to live with him at his palace. Yet they still kept contact even after he had gone back, he many times declared his love for Kaguya and every time she rejected him. Several years had passed and they still wrote to one another.” Newt spoke, moving his hands off the others waist to explain with his hands.

“ This is still depressing Newt.” (Y/n) said, propping himself up as Newt craned his head toward him.

“ It gets better but you have to be patient, love,” Newt started as the other was scowling at him for a depressing story, “ I have to actually finish it to get to the good ending.”

“ Okay fine but I'm holding you to that.” (Y/n) said turning around so that the back of his head rest on Newt’s chest and he looked up towards the stars.

“ Now that summer every time Kaguya would gaze at the full moon her eyes welled up with tears. Her adoptive parents started to worry for her asking what was wrong yet she would only refuse the question. She slowly and slowly became more unpredictable till she couldn’t keep her secret anymore, she was not this Earth she belonged to the Moon .” Newt said as solemnly as he could for a story as he glanced down to see the other staring at the sky, his (h/c) hair splayed out on the blonde males chest.

“ The truth was she was sent to Earth as a punishment, a punishment where she would make material attachments and would be forced to return to the Moon. As the day would near where she had to make her return the emperor sent his guards to protect her from the Moon people coming to get her. However when the Moon people went to get her she apologized to all of her Earth friends telling them she must go and wrote a letter for her adoptive parents and the emperor apologizing to them. With the letter of the emperor she attached the elixir of life, which has the ability for anyone to live forever. With these letters and gifts she left, leaving behind the ones she loved and the ones that had loved her. The emperor receiving the letter and the elixir was heartbroken and asked his servants where the closest place to the heavens was, they responded with the Great Mountain Suruga Province. So the emperor told them to bring a letter and the elixir of life to the peak of the mountain and burn it, for he could not live without seeing his princess, especially eternity.” Newt finished.

He felt a soft thud on his chest only to see that the other male had fallen deep asleep, slightly snoring comfortably in Newt’s arms. The blonde smiled fondly, staring down at the other with so much affection that if anyone else saw they would surely think they were dreaming despite Newt’s caring heart. Newt gently shifted arms, being sure not to wake the other one up even though he had been asleep so deep that the entire glade could be screaming at the top of their lungs and he’d still sleep through it.

“ Many people say that Kaguya’s beauty was too ethereal for the Earth and that's why she had to return to the Moon, the same could be said about you,” Newt said thinking allowed as no one could hear him the glade silent at the late hours of the night., “ I just beg that one day you will not have to leave me to return to your people. As selfish as that may sound, I want to spend eternity with you. If you are as ethereal as princess Kaguya, that must make you a prince of the Moon and Stars.”

Newt stared at the other warmth swelled in his chest, his gaze softened and a genuine silence struck against his face. The blonde cranked his neck just enough so that he could place a soft kiss on the head of the other. Newt closed his eyes leaning his head back even further in the grass that tickled his cheek as he moved his hand up and down his lover's side.

“ Goodnight…my little prince.” Newt whispered, tightening his grip around the other's waist, drifting off letting the land of sleep claim him. The pair slept comfortable on the soft grass, the Stars and Moon above blanketing the night sky over the glade. For a place with not much warmth and love that invoked much fear and death the pair juxtaposed it so well. The males rested in peace together for now as a new day and new dangers may arise they would enjoy their love till and after the day one would be claimed by the heavens.

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