#newt x female!reader

[bamjio]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓. ☆ tmr, Minho.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: A little one night stand with Minho wouldn't hurt, right?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): smut/adultery actions , drinking , explicit language , soft scenes , implied voyeurism , appropriately 16+.

𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘙 !! keep in mind that my content is simply for entertainment and leisure purposes. ONLY, I am not promoting inappropriate actions; especially if you're still immature and not ready.

︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑★ ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊, as you silently sat on the benches, gallys' moonshine in your hand, you took a sip.

Some of the boys had gotten to be tipsy or drowsy; while few of them were still lively, you had counted around 14 to 16 boys still participating in the twilights' dead occasion, and one of those boys laid a very rowdy and daring Minho. He was telling his group a very 'interesting' and 'thrilling' story— well, based on how he delivered it, and how they reacted so dramatically.

You sat in far from them, but close to the bonfire admiring Minhos' ridiculously charming spirit. Drinking small sips of the moonshine, avoiding getting tipsy.

After a few minutes, you got quite sleepy and decided to go to your hut, getting up— you got startled by a sudden noise of someone falling into a pile of things

"(Name), wait..!!"

A familiar charming yet deep voice catches up, turning around to see Minho jogging towards you unsteadily, as you stopped to wait for him

"Hi."

"You... you... you know, haha.. I have something to say.."

He drunkly yet confidently said, looking at you intensly, looking quite serious. You looked at him with a curious and worried expression— speaking up. "Yes, Minho?" I tilted my head slightly. by reflex— you held on to his shoulder, since he was gonna fall to the stones again.

"You're so... soo... sooo.... cute." He burped, laughing after, as you chuckled along slightly.

"I think it's time to go to sleep." You scolded, wiping his face. "Whaattt?? Its—" burp. "Not even— that dark.. see?" He refused, pointing at the shining moon, as you smiled at his oblivious and childish behavior

"That's a moon, and that's what they do." You replied, holding on to his heavy weight.

"Sorry. Let's go." He mumbled, getting drowsy as his head falls to my head. 'Ouch.'

As you both walked to the homestead, boys homestead. He stopped mid track, letting go of himself and gripping both your shoulders "(name). I really... really... superr.. like you." He giggled, grinning at you as he unexpectedly gave you a tight hug

If you were being honest, you blushed. Earning an uncontrollable smile from him. 'He's just drunk' you thought to yourself, believing in getting admired back was to funny to think, for you.

He let go and put his arm around again, acting like nothing happened as he walked uneasily.

Finally— upon arriving in his futon, you out him down gently, trying too hard not to bang his head due to his heavy weight; for you, since you don't lift weights like the other boys' do.

As you were about to leave he grabbed your arm, gripping it tight and pulling you, causing you to fall on your butt, leaving a small 'ah!' From the pain.

"Stay.—"

"—please? I know you're not allowed, but just for once?"

He murmured, looking at your eyes. His face was in a pinkish blush, and his eyes looked too doe to say no.

"For a minute." You mumbled, staying close to him, crossing your legs to stay nearby, but he rolled to the side, patting the space left. "Here, not there. And don't sit, please." He half-whisperly demanded, tugging your arm as you obliged, not wanting to lose the chance with your crush.

It felt honestly comfortably awkward, laying in bed facing the ceiling, while Minho clung to you, his legs wrapped around yours, his hands on your chest and face nuzzled in your neck in his comfort.

"(Name)?"

—"yes?"

"I think I love you."

He blabbled, turning your head to him to see him already looking at you with pure bliss, and no one could deny that his eyes spoke genuine.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭?"

"You heard me. I said i love you." He confirmed, smiling hazily,

And there it was, utter silence.

"I like you too, Minho." You muttered, looking at him. You took the chance to confess, chances of him remembering was less than seventy anyway.

"I know. I think Ben told me that, or was that Newt?" He recalled, "can't be Newt though, he has a massive fat crush on you." Announced. taking his hand to your cheeks, "You're so cute." Squeezing it softly,

"Newt is always talking about your... eyes.. they're really expres—" He stopped mid sentence, admiring your eyes.

And by no hesitation; he grabbed your jaw as both your lips pressed. He closed his eyes while you were left with a suprise.

Letting go, leaving you with wide eyes and agape mouth.

"I love you so much. I hate it. You're too angelic to not admire. Your skin is too soft, and you're so sweet and caring to everyone. Everyone literally loves you." He quickly stammered.

He kissed you again, this time. You took it in. Closing your eyes and enjoying it feeling his soft lips against yours. as he let go again avoiding eye contact this time. "I hate they way they look and admire you, but I love the way you look and admire others." He got up, pinning your figure to the comfy futon, his legs trapping your hips and his arms around your head for support.

"You don't know how many times I wrote your name in the maze, your features that i love, your quotes that i hear, you don't know how much I always look at you, admire you when you're busy, I love your lips, eyes, nose, hair, and everything. I love how you're a caring, loving, sweet, kind, and strong person."

He kissed you, both your lips melting together, as he slid his tongue to yours, butterflies blooming inside your stomach as you moaned quietly inside.

"But I hate the way they love you, I hate how they take advantage of the kind of person you are."

He let go again, before you even blinked at him, he took of his shirt, unbuttoning it revealing his body, his body had scattered scars and bandages, which made it more attractive,

"Let me pleasure you, (name)." He gently grabbed your face, looking at your eyes with his.

"Let me be the one to give you real intention of loving you, please." He begged, sounding to be desperate,

You were blushing and was too ashamed to looked at him, yet nodding. "I want you to say it, please." He begged, as you softly obliged,

"Okay... minho." You softly muttered, not sure on how to reply to his offer.

As he pressumed, he grabbed kissed your lips, pampering the same heated kisses through your body, unbuttoning your white blouse,

Revealing your covered chest to your bare hips.He kissed through your belly button, stopping mid, now looking up at you.

"You don't know how much I love you." He said, going back up to your neck, gently sucking it.

"Minho..." you softly moaned, keeping your hands to your mouth incase someboy wakes up, you both would've been in huge trouble. And you weren't aiming for it.

He sucked, kissed, devoured your sensitive neck to cleavage, earning red spots.

"Ah.." you gently whimpered, as you felt him stop at his tracks

"Don't resist, let those dumb perverts know who you belong to." He grabbed your wrist, holding them up while he trailed kisses, moaning and whimpering each touch.

As time went on, he slowly pulled your pants, looking at you, a sign of consent, as you nodded in response

He crawled to your bottom, kissing your hip bone.

As he went further, he took off your pants, leaving you with your panties, as he blushed at the sight.

"Minho.." you softly called out, as he placed another kiss at your hip bone.

"Leave me to please you." He gently smiled, that damn smile that made you trip at your first day being a medjack.

Time went on as you two connected, literally.

Loud moans by Minho, and soft moans by you were spread by the homestead, the moment felt unreal, felt angelic, a feeling that you never thought could even happen.

Words, whimpering, moaning, groaning, and a soft shout were scattered— "shuck", which made you giggle mid to it. "yes", "harder", and a sweet "i love you." To every pain to pleasure.

As time went by Minho fell on your side, both half naked and bare. "I'm sorry." He panted, looking at the ceiling.

You were filled with sweat, him, and his scent. As you panted in satisfaction. "Don't be, please.." you breathed, getting close to him, as he invited his arms over you.

"When we get outta here, I want you and me to get married, having kids, and live by a lake." He proposed, kissing you on top of your head, as your hands traveled around his torso, hugging him.

"Thank you, Minho" you looked up to him with a soft genuine smile, a look that could make the sun stop shining. "This would be the last thing I'd expect."

"Thank you, (name)." He gestured back, earning a kiss from you, as you slept on his chest peacefully, he turned his head to the opposite side,

"How was the view?" He teased, chuckling before kissing your head again.

"Oh, shuck you."

"Fuck you, man."

Two groans were made by nonetheless, Newt and gally.

"I can hear both of you jacking off." Minho jestered, pulling a middle finger to them "you both were too focused on (name), luckily i was the one who noticed." Minho criticized, hugging your figure, ensuring you close as he kept the blanket to cover both your bodies, prioritizing you.

"𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄)"

You opened your eyes to see Minho sleeping soundly, already.

"𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐎, 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎."

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I have so many apologies to make up (´；ω；`)

I know the adultery scene was not it, the start was very slow burnt yet the end was rushed, Minho was outta character, I wasn't as specific, and obviously I had grammar issues— I'm really sorryyyy (ToT) I haven't wrote in a long while and I hope you guys bare me here, I'll do better next time and I'm I guess willing to do requests once my masterlist is out, but I can't promise that I'll do it. (＾＾)人(＾＾)

Thanks so Mach for reading till the end!! Missyallloveyall!! (≡・x・≡)

[yoursecretadmires]

When I read to much fanfic (X Reader). Now I can't rewatch the same tv series without imagine the reader in that shows

[sixtsposts]

The Student and the Teacher - Newt Scamander

TW: female!reader

Y/N, a young New York witch who has always been passionate about magical creatures, heard about a magical zoologist who lives in London. So she went looking for him in the hope that he would teach her his trade.

She walks the streets on the lookout for the slightest clue that could help her find this famous Newt Scamander. When suddenly, while passing in front of an antique jewelry store, she saw something moving inside. She stopped her steps and returned to the window and was not surprised to see a Niffler filling the pocket of her belly with necklaces, earrings and other sparkling objects. Without being able to hold it back, the young girl burst into crystal-clear laughter and drew her magic wand to try to recover the little thief creature.

But before she could do anything a young man with curly hair arrived followed by another man with a mustache. He broke the window with an unspoken spell and rushed into the window to try to recover the Niffler. Unfortunately, the beast jumped out of the store, slithering across the road. Y/N then rushed towards the poor creature who was unable to escape from her. The young man got out of the trashed window and shook his wand to put everything back in order. With a disappointed look, the wizard collected his suitcase and began to walk away. But before he could left with his friend the young girl ran to him, handing him her Niffler. The man's gaze moved from the girl to the creature and so on.

- I managed to catch your Nifleur before he escaped Sir, she said, smiling.

The young brunette then gave him a frank smile and took the creature in his arms before putting it back in his suitcase.

- Thank you so much...

She told him his name and shook his hand honestly.

- You are Newt Scamander, aren't you?

- Um yes yes, it's me. He smiled shyly

- I was just looking for you, Mister Scamander... He cut him off.

- Please call me Newt.

- Of course! Well, Newt, I was looking for you.

- Looking for me? He frowned.

- Yes ! I was told you were the only one magiczoologist that exists. And being passionate about magical creatures I I was wondering if you could teach me your trade... maybe?

She finished her sentence in a whisper, not sure of his reaction. Norbert raised his eyebrows, surprised. Then he gave a small smile.

- Well, you can to come to my reserve and I'll see what you're capable of... Other than catching Nifflers I mean, which is very useful you can believe me.

She laughed softly and followed him, happier than ever. They apparated together and arrived at Newt's house, in his reserve. The young girl was finally able to put into practice everything she had studied for so long. And it must be admitted that Norber was rather enthusiastic at the idea of ​​having him as an apprentice.

- Where did you learn all that? He asked curiously.

- Well, thanks to your book Newt. She replied, laughing.

He turned red and laughed heartily with her. The evening continued like this. And after two hours of visit and treatment they went back upstairs. There, Newt returned to Y/N and him while holding out his hand.

- Y/N, you are officially my apprentice. He smiled. She returned his handshake almost jumping because she was so happy.

- Oh thank you Newt, you won't regret it not, I promise you!

- Oh but I'm sure of it. He smiles crookedly looking at her with piercing eyes without realizing it.

The young girl could not keep from turning scarlet. After that they all went to eat and Y/N was able to meet Newt's friend, Jacob Kowalski. A very nice boy who's very in love with a certain Queeny Goldstein. He told you she was the sister of Tina Goldstein, the girl with whom Norbert would be in love said Jacob

- No Jacob, I already told you, Tina and I it's over. He said shaking his head.

- Oh, did you argue? Asked carefully Y/N.

-Ah no, not at all. We left by mutual agreement. We were better friends after all. And that's what we are now. He gave his friend a pointed look which made the young girl laugh.

The end of the meal was in a good mood. Jacob leaves right after and the two found themselves alone. They were chatting on the sofa in a quiet atmosphere

- By the way Y/N what were you doing back in America? he asked, facing the young girl, her head resting on her hand and her elbow propped on the back of the sofa.

- Well I was studying. I just finished a few weeks ago. After that I came directly to pick you up. She replied, sitting cross-legged facing the brunette.

- Oh but then, how old are you? He said, getting up and going to get the kettle which was starting to whistle.

- I'm 22 years old.

They talked for another hour, while drinking tea before going to bed.

- Well, good night Newt. See you tomorrow !She said as she got ready to go through the door. entry.

- Wait, where are you going to sleep? he worried.

- Oh I think I would find one hostel or hotel for the night.

- It's already past midnight Y/N, you won't find anything tonight.

- But yes, don't worry. I'll manage. She smiles at him.

- And for tomorrow and the other days eh? No, out of question. I can't let a young girl wander the streets of London alone in the middle of the night. You can take the guest room! He said it all in one go and she smiled softly.

- All right. She said simply.

- Really ? Awesome ! So come, follow me.

He took her to a nice little room where she opened her suitcase and settled down to sleep. The next morning she got up first, being used to being woken up very early by her family. So she set about preparing breakfast to thank her host. She was making the omelette when the latter arrived in the small kitchen, shirtless.

Seeing the young girl, the frying pan in her hand, her mouth open and her red cheeks staring at him, he realized that he was not alone, jumped up and stammered apologies before going to put on a black tank top. He wore loose beige fabric pants and was barefoot.

Y/N, on the other hand, was wearing a large shirt and pajama pants too. Newt was scarlet red while the young girl couldn't help but laugh at the scene that had unfolded before her eyes a few minutes before.

- I'm sorry Y/N, I forgot that I was no longer alone. He admitted embarrassed.

- Oh no, it's nothing Newt. This isn't the first torso I've seen, you kn-

But she didn't finish her sentence when she realized what she was saying, she in turn turned purple. This time it was the magiczoologist who burst into hearty laughter.

- No, well what I mean is that I grew up with three brothers so I often saw them shirtless. Saw you? She said stuttering.

- I see yeah... He replied simply, a smile on his face as he scrutinized the young girl in front of him. It’s true that now that you mention it, you haven’t yet told me about your family.

- Oh there is nothing interesting to say really. To be honest, I've never had a very good relationship with them. She said as she served him the omelette.

- Thanks, that looks delicious! Exclaimed the wizard, throwing himself at the food. Is that why you came to London? To escape them?

- Run away from them no, just take a step back.. But beyond everything it was to find you Sir. She gave him an amused look as her cheeks took on a rosy tint.

- Well, I'm delighted to have served as an alibi for you to escape from the United States. He laughs.

- We can hardly make a better alibi must be said! She laughed in turn.

Once breakfast was finished, Newt took his assistant to his basement. They spent the day talking to each other, inadvertently touching their hands and so on.

The days passed and it was almost two months since Y/N worked alongside Scamander and obviously the contact between the two individuals became more familiar. They had become very accomplices. It was obvious that Norbert liked the young girl, he even felt more fascination for her than for Tina before. And conversely, Y/N was very attracted to the magiczoologist but convinced that he could never love her. And then she was too young for him and not beautiful enough.

Well, that's what she thought until the day when Newt - under Jacob's advice of course - decided to surprise him. The first night they met, after dinner once Jacob had left, she told him that she had always dreamed of having her own Niffler. But she never could because her parents hated animals and now she can't because she doesn't have enough money. However, it turns out that Newt's Nifflers have just had a litter of baby Nifleurs. So he said it would be nice to have one for her. And then he also planned to confess his feelings to her this evening. That evening Y/N was returning from a visit to Queeny - with whom she had become very friend - and had just put her coat on the rack when she felt a presence at her back. She turned around to face Newt with a big smile, her cheeks rosy.

- Y/N.

- Newt, what’s wrong? she asked puzzled by his intense gaze.

Without answering he slipped his arm around her waist and guided her to the sofa where she sat. The magical zoologist stood before her and him in front of a small wooden box with a hole in it. Inside, the girl saw something moving.

- It's for you. The wizard said softly to him. I hope you like it. He concluded with a cute little smile when she carefully took the box from his hands.

She opened the lid of the box and examined the contents. Suddenly her eyes lit up, she carefully placed the box on the coffee table and jumped on top of the man to give him a hug. The person in question returned her embrace by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him as if he no longer wanted her to leave. He breathed in the perfume that emanated from her hair, she smelled good of lavender. He loves lavender.

She broke away from him and kissed him on the plays while whispering a little: “thank you infinitely Norbert, I don't know how thank you". Then she turned around to look at the box when a hand clung to her wrist. He turned her towards him and with a quick step approached her, placed his hand on her cheek and placed her lips on his.

After few seconds of surprise she young girl responded to his kiss by slipping her hands into the sorcerer's hair. He then placed his other hand on her hips. The kiss lasted for several more seconds and the two lovers had to separate because of the lack of oxygen.

- Y/N I like you... I really do. He whispered to him gently.

- Oh if you knew how I waited moment. Obviously I love you Norbert.

And she kissed him again. And that's it, lrt's leave the two lovers the privacy they need. In any case, what is certain is that it was a shock for Jacob to show up at his friend's house and surprise him in bed with the young girl. But strangely, Queeny wasn't surprised at all...

[zelcii]

SWITCHED: TABLE OF CONTENTS (TMR)

sum; This series follows through what I believe happened in the Glade before Thomas through the perspective of an additional character: Florence Nightingale. Imagine the terror and trauma I can put her through. The girl in the Glade. Let her suffer.

a/n; finally gonna start this. expect slow updates but long reads. some aspects will be a little different from the book and the movies so I can work with the material better, but it's primarily book accurate. all my writing energy will probably go to this so... yeah :)) this'll also have aspirations of becoming a gally fic but the plot doesnt revolve around their relationship.

SWITCHED FAQ, OC MOODBOARD

№1 The Glade: Life before Thomas

cw; swearing, lgbt themes (nothing big), character deaths, one sided love, deep trauma, plot twists, no lovey-lovey yet, a mix of book-canon/movie-canon/claire-canon elements, cursing, slow-paced, etc...

1. Box, 1.9 words, 09/03/2024

2. Nick, 2.2 words, 09/03/2024

3. Bonfire, 09/00/2024

4. Names, 09/00/2024

5. George, 09/00/2024

№2 The Maze Runner: The End Begins

cw; swearing, lgbt themes (nothing big), character deaths, one sided love, deep trauma, plot twists, no lovey-lovey yet, a mix of book-canon/movie-canon/claire-canon elements, cursing, slow-paced, etc...

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№3 The Scorch Trials + The Death Cure: The Final

cw; swearing, lgbt themes (nothing big), character deaths, one sided love, deep trauma, plot twists, no lovey-lovey yet, a mix of book-canon/movie-canon/claire-canon elements, cursing, slow-paced, etc...

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Rewritten:

1. The Ivy, 5.6K words, 04/08/2024 THE GLADE

2. Bonfire, 4.6K words, 04/08/2024 THE GLADE

[cherie-luvv]

me when a fandom ignores direct queerness or queercoding to thirst over a character

ME OMG ME AGHHHHH

It literally drives me INSANE

[megs-2810]

How would yall feel about a Daryl and Negan x reader love triangle or Daryl and Rick x reader love triangle.

I’m also planning to do some the maze runner fanfics because i love the maze runner so if any of you have any preference on what to start with it would be character x reader or we can do a love triangle so let me know!!

Let me know which one or if you want a different love triangle I’m in the mood for a good spicy love triangle hehe!

[0multifandomweirdo0]

What is it with people shipping clearly and canonically gay characters with opposite gender?

I swear if I'll see one more, I'll actually spontaneously combust-

[bri-the-fando-meister]

A Long Time Coming

Gally X Original character female (OC IS THE POV)

TW: Assault, fight, yelling, first-time sex

Shit, I'm doing smut. Hate me later, read it now

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The backstory:

You and Gally had a relationship that many would call, a love hate relationship. You could barely say you were friends, you had a tolerance for each other, yeah, that's what it was, a tolerance.

Now being the only girl in the glade however, it kind of made you like the fact that Gally wasn't begging for you to do him, it was actually somewhat nice, having someone that hated you.

You, Paisley the rebellious Paisley hated? Never. The fact that the boys were head over heels for you was, definitely something.

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"Hey Paisley, are you actually going to build or what?"

"Oh darling, go buy a bloody brain. You, shank, should already know that I rather climbing all the things that we, I mean you, dearest Gally builds."

"Oh, fuck you Paisley."

"I mean, if you insist" you look at Gally, grinning, but you knew if you went at it much longer you would step the line.

"I'd be in the right mind to call a bloody meeting of my fellow keepers and have you thrown in the slammer. Tread lightly, shuckface."

Now, as you'd learn soon, Gally would keep his word.

"Well, Gally's point still stands. Paisley doesn't chip in, she does no work."

"Newt, c'mon. I am not meant to be a builder, I want to do something where I can get rid of my energy, roam free or something."

Newt pulled Minho to the side, it was definitely something, why the shuck would Newt involve Minho, he was a runner, not a builder or a keeper of anything even closely related, wait, he was a runner, he got rid of energy, and got to roam free. Shit, Newt didn't think, shuck did he?

Minho looked at you, then back at Newt. They continued to talk, after they talked, they nodded in agreement.

"Hey Alby, C'mere for a second."

"Yeah, Newt, Minho, what's up?"

They whispered again, this time, it was Alby who nodded.

"Everybody quiet down, we have come to a conclusion."

Each keeper in the room took to their seats without a word, waiting eagerly to see what you were in for.

"Gally, I would like you to state what has been happening, for everyone to understand the situation."

"Ok, as everyone knows, Paisley, is not a very hard worker, and of all the jobs in the glade, she has failed to do any of them. With me, she is a bit more tame, because she is seriously just climbing around, she has seriously only built one thing. A shucking climbing frame."

A few people laughed at Gally's proclamation, a few look at you in annoyance.

"Okay, okay. Newt and myself have come to an agreement with one of the other keepers. Paisley has stated that she needed to get rid of her energy and roam free. Make you think of a job anyone?"

Frypan was first to speak "Runner?"

"Right on mate, Minho has agreed to this."

Minho nodded, he always liked a challenge, but, the two most sarcastic and snarky people in the glade, being cooped up with each other for 6-8 hours at a time, that, could get interesting.

Gally rolled his eyes, "Come on, give her the title of being a runner and then she can stay in the shucking maze for as long as she wants, you won't be able to get her out of there."

"Now now Gally the superhero, keep on rolling your eyes, who knows, maybe one day you will find the brain I told you to buy. Anyways Gally, you are seriously concerned or something."

"Oh you stupid klunk, I am just saying that you will probably stay in there, hopefully getting trapped. Then we won't have to deal with your shenanigans anymore, don't you get it, you, don't, belong. You aren't normal" he said the last two sentences with spite.

"Gally, Gally, Gally. How hard it must be for you, using all of your vocabulary in one statement. Also, define normal."

"Paisley, how about we go outside." a voice said, it was manipulated, like Gally's but also like Newt's, assuming it was Newt's you just walked outside.

Only after you got a few meters outside of council hall did you turn around. There he was, Gally, looking fuming.

"You better watch your self, you are getting so fucking close to being dead meat. I promise you, you don't want to be a runner."

"Well I don't give a fuck"

Gally, the giant he was, towered over you furious.

"You aren't my keeper anymore, that is Minho's job now, you are now a fucking nobody to me in this glade, you are just, another, person"

Gally, not being able to hold his temper, swung at you, aiming for your gut. Luckily you ducked and elbowed his crotch, causing him to fold like a deck chair. Flinging a fist to his back he collapsed completely to the ground.

Gally flung his arm out and snatched your wrist, pulling you into him.

"I tolerated you, haven't you noticed that I was nicest to you. You don't understand, now you have stepped the line."

Gally pulled himself up, and still held your wrist.

He began to walk toward the slammer, pulling you along with him.

He grabbed your other wrist and put it into his other hand, he had both of your arms in the grip of one hand.

"Gally, stop it."

You wriggled your wrists, attempting to remove them from his grip, only to being given an even tighter grip and to be dragged even harder.

You were almost at the slammer when Gally spoke,

"You know, Paisley, there is a reason I have always picked on you, been really stubborn with you."

"Why is that, Gally, because I am fun to annoy, because I bite back?"

"Ughh, shuck it. It's because I fucking like you, you dumb shank, how hadn't you noticed. It's ruined anyways, no doubt about that."

Gally yanked the door to the slammer open.

It wasn't your first time being in the slammer, you had seen in when you were on the tour.

It smelled musty and sweaty. The walls were cracked and scratched at, they had a bit of graffiti on them too, typical boys. The ground, it was just dirt. Sitting in the middle of the slammer, covered in dirt, was the chair, the one that Nick, poor, poor Nick told you had 1 leg shorter to cause discomfort.

"Gally, what are we doing here. I don't under-" Your words were stopped by Gally pushing you in, this wasn't a gentle push, it was enough to send you into the opposite wall, even though the slammer wasn't that big.

The door slammed behind you, making you shudder.

"Gally, what the fuck has gotten into you."

"Paisley, I need you to listen to me, and don't interrupt me until I am done"

"Well it's not like I have a choice, is it?"

"Nope"

"Well go on then, I don't have all night"

"I have always told myself that, you were the only girl, that must have hardships, she probably has had enough with boys and their desires, so I should treat her how I treat my men, never make any exceptions, and crack down just as hard for anything she does. And for the most part, that is what happened. But Paisley, I like you, I like how you are sarcastic, I love that you can stand up for yourself. And I am sorry for trying to punch you earlier, I needed to get you here, so you would have to listen."

"Gally, slow down, let me out."

He complied, prepared for you to be angry.

The door creaked open and he got punched in the face with the smell of sweat and mildew.

You walked out, confidence filling your body, you had the upper hand, the ball was in your court.

"Gally, I can't believe you. I fucking can't believe it."

He was confused, he expected you to hit him already.

I mean, you did hit him, but, like, with a hug.

You slammed your body into his, pushing him backwards into the door, grasping your arms around him, savoring the warmth of his body, turning your head into his chest, you listened to his heart, it beat quite fast.

Gally smelled like clean, like fresh, he had the smell of soap, but a hint of lemongrass and dill.

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Gally POV:

I thought she would have hit me, I made an outrageous statement, that I was in love with her, yet she took it so easily.

She just leapt at me, as a flash of black and blue. It all went so fast, I tried to stand firm, knowing that we were probably about to get in a fistfight.

I stood frozen for what felt like forever, and then she was on me, small little Paisley, the little fighter, but she wasn't fighting, she was embracing.

I don't know what got into me, I was paralyzed. She gripped her arms around my midriff and clawed at my back, pushing herself into me, refusing to let go.

My heart was pounding, I still don't know what got into me, the effect she was having was unrecognizable to any other emotion that I had.

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He wasn't present in that moment, he was like a statue. That was until, you felt him begin to melt, his muscles relaxing and his bending over, leaning into you.

His arms drifted slowly around you, like they were light as a feather, he took care not to put too much pressure on your body.

You released your arms from his back, moving them up to his face, pulling his face in toward yours, closing the gap between you even more.

Your lips pressed together, slowly moving, creating a gentle suction, Gally grazed your lips with his teeth, making your lips tingle.

Gally moved his up and down your hips, pushing on them, all the while pulling you in.

Before you knew it, his hands slipped under your shirt and tried pulling it off, man, this boy has got some nerve, but you allowed him, momentarily stopping kissing.

Then he pulled off his shirt, showing his smooth, layered, rippling muscles, and his tanned skin, warm and inviting.

He pulled you behind the slammer, so nobody could see the two of you, making love after you just got into a fight.

Gently tracing up your arm, over your collar bone, up your neck and chin, he spoke soft words,

"Are you sure you are fine with this Pai?"

"Yes, yes, show me how much you have always wanted me." you spoke breathy, flustered and alarmed. He wanted you, shit, that is cool.

As soon as you had finished speaking, he grabbed both your hands in one of his, in a simple sweep, then he had them up and slammed them against the wall of the slammer.

He pushed his head into your neck and sucked, leaving marks, leaving hickeys.

Your breathing and your heartrate sped up and you couldn't stop yourself from making a small noise, a moan.

Gally let go of your hands and worked at removing your jeans, undoing the button, and undoing the zipper, before he finally pulled them off.

"Seriously Pai? Pink underwear, for the way you act, I would have thought it would be black hole colored."

You winced, embarrassed, but Gally took this as a chance to dominate you even more, he yanked your underwear down, dropping himself with it.

Peppering your abdomen with kisses was annoying, why can't he just get to the good stuff.

Then he began to finger you, effortlessly finding the right bundles of nerves on your skin, leaving you a trembling mess, shuddering and shaking.

You wrapped your fingers through his hair tugging at it. "Gally, we really shouldn't be doing this. It's too much."

"Pai, calm down, you don't need to get so concerned."

"Gally. Gally listen to me."

He stopped everything, and stepped back and looked down on you.

"What Pai, what is wrong, the fact that for once I am actually being nice for once?"

"No Gally, it just feels wrong doing, this. Especially when less than an hour ago we just fought each other. Maybe we can try this another day, please Gally, just let's take a break for a bit."

"Ok Pai, sorry I made you feel like that. But Pai, just remember I love you."

Gally stepped towards you.

"If you want to stop Paisley, I am fine with that, I only want to do what you are comfortable"

He cupped his hands around your cheeks and used his thumbs to massage up and down your cheek bones. He slid his hands around your head and dropped them behind your shoulders, pulling you into a gentle hug.

"I love you Pai, I love you Pai, you are so beautiful." he whispered into your ear.

"We can try again whenever you want. If that's okay with you."

"I love you Gally, thank you."

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Ok, it is finally done, this took way too long. Hope you enjoyed!

[eriskisses]

✧.*THE LOBBY {masterlist}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ welcome to the lobby ! ~ blue - room booked! ~ (nothing yet) purple - check-in! ~ (unfinished) pink - checked-in! ~ (complete) °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° 🤍-fluff 🩷-smut 💞-angst 🌸-other ~~♡ɞ˚ JJ MAYBANK 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! RAFE CAMERON 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! THOMAS - TMR 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! NEWT - TMR 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! MINHO - TMR 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! RODRICK HEFFLEY 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! HARRY POTTER 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! RON WEASLEY 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! DRACO MALFOY 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 your room has been booked!.. we can't wait for you to stay with us! ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ･ﾟ

[strawberry23487]

worth it

alby x newt x female reader

wc | 156 warnings | drugged!reader, r3pe/non-c0n elements read | both on ao3 and under the read more

You‘re dizzy when you wake up—“Shhh, you're okay,” a deep voice soothes.

“You sure about this, Alby?” another voice asks, but you barely register the words. Something warm and soft is pressed against your lips—without thinking, you open your mouth and take it in.

“Shit, see, she gives head like she was born for it,” the deep voice from before says, only now it sounds roughed up and hoarse. You don’t know what it means, so you just suck harder. The pressure in your mouth is reassuring.

You don’t mind when hands slide under your shirt and grab your tits. The hands are warm and big, and a low moan escapes you—though muffled because your mouth is full.

There’s pressure from behind you, and someone wraps their legs around you from behind. Hips jerk against your ass, and you can feel something hard poking your back.

“Told you she‘d be worth it, Newt.”

[7s3ven]

NEW MINHO FIC ON WATTPAD.

A lot of y’all seemed to like my Minho oneshot thing here. And I’m currently writing another fic on Wattpad. I promise you it’ll be worth your while, lol. I’m proud of the plot I’ve come up with.

I have like, 30 chapters written now and only 7 posted… lol.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/332714729?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=riddlesbleachdrinker&wp_originator=fVPkdQF8BaNmmYBcH2i%2B178V6Q7tHZSYC8Rw%2B%2FbLrE3nThp2dZ144Tum4IuENbf7sodcjJpRsMwOyy73RIupzztrVq5yp5kRDaVb8nDFyR%2BuzIHH27nF4HJXNCYRf0vJ

[wittyminds]

Requests are open

I'm a new writer here and really want to start creating stories so if you have any requests i'll do my best!

Characters i'll do:

Remus Lupin, James Potter, Regulus Black

Steve Harrington

Eddie Roundtree/Loving

Steven Meeks, Charlie Dalton, Neil Perry, Knox Overstreet

Finnick Odair, Peeta Mellark

Chandler Bing, Joey Tribbiani

Bradley Bradshaw

George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Newt Scamander

Jess Mariano

JJ Maybank

Nikolai Lantsov

Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield/Tom Holland)

What i wont write

Inappropriate relationships

[islayhawkin]

Character list

(or all the characters I ever had a crush on)

I'm taking one shot requests for all of these characters and HC requests for all the fandoms:

HP universe

Ominis gaunt Remus lupin Barty crouch jr. Newt scamander Charlie weasley

RDR2

Arthur morgan Kieran duffy

Marvel

Comic! Clint barton "hawkeye" Jack thompson Matt murdock "daredevil" Miles morales "spiderman"

The witcher 3

Cirilla riannon

Sherlock

sherlock holmes

COD

Captain John price Simon "Ghost" riley

Haikyu!!

Sawamura daichi

Peaky blinders

Finn shelby Michael grey

Stranger things

Steve harrington

Percy jackson/Riordianverse

Grover underwood Nyssa barrera Charles beckendorf Connor stoll Gemini Twain

The maze runner

Newt

Grishaverse

Nikolai lantsov Tolya yul-bataar

HTTYD

Hiccup haddock

Heartbreak high

Douglas "cash" piggot

The artful dodger

Jack dawkins

Rings of Power

Elrond peredhel

Ryan gosling

Colt seavers | the fall guy Sierra six | the gray man jacob palmer | crazy, stupid, love.

The night agent

Peter Sutherland

Lockwood & Co

Anthony Lockwood

[enderfenderdragon]

god i love this. its so good

Hi can I pls request a Newt Scamander fic with

“Are you wearing my perfume/cologne”

Thank you!!!❤️

Warnings: NONE

When you came into the room all you saw was a lump under the covers. You smiled as you watched Newt lay under the warm blankets, you were happy to be back from your trip with friends.

When you got close to him, sitting at the edge of the bed and leaning over to see his cute little face you noticed something. He shifted towards you and cracked his eyes open looking up at you smiling sleepily.

“Are you wearing my perfume darling?” You asked as you brushed the hair from his face. He was half asleep at this point and you noticed he was curled up in one of the larger sweaters that you owned and was holding your pillow.

“Is this what you do when I’m not home for multiple days lovey?” You say and you cen tell that he’s more conscious now by the way he’s looking at you.

“I like wearing your sweaters and smelling your perfume when you’re out for long, it makes me feel safe” he murmured into your pillow and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him.

When you got ready for bed and into the arms of your lover you couldn’t help but notice the tension that was in him melt away in your embrace. The last thought you had before falling asleep was how lucky you were to have Newt in your life.

[zelcii]

№1 SWITCHED: THE IVY 5.6K WORDS

cw; tmr, gay-ness (clint and jeff), female oc, the maze runner, long shit, disgustingly detailed, probably boring, no lovey-lovey yet, NOT PROOFREAD, a mix of book-canon/movie-canon/claire-canon elements, cursing, kinda slow-paced

sum; The Maze could be cold and unforgiving, but she can't help but heed a calling that speaks to her from within. It draws her in with a whisper of hope and determination, urging her to confront the darkness and uncover the secrets buried in its depths.

a/n; this is shittier than my first draft, i fear. but ive really been procrastinating writing this after i lost the first one. what to do. this one did end up being around 1.6K words longer than the first so, ur welcs. if theres anything u guys want me to clear up from my interpretation, i can post an faq after theres enough questions. sorry for the slow slow slow pace but u can expect even slower updates—i am so sorry—since school is starting. watch me priotitise whatever this is and not write anything else for months :)))

Contents, Next

Steady, metallic clangs echoed down the long concrete tunnel, almost like the drumbeat of a death march.

The girl lay with her knees against her chest, eyes shut tight, willing herself to ‘wake up’ because she had to be in some horrible dream. She woke up roughly fifteen minutes ago, gasping for air as she coughed out cool water from her lungs with pressing urgency. The water, a remnant of some nightmarish ordeal she had no memory of.

For a while, her blood ran cold. Her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths quick and shallow, as if she'd ran a mile. Her bones felt hollow and brittle as she stretched herself out on the floor.

Darkness swallowed her whole. Whether her eyes were open or closed made no difference and all she could see was black. She could feel the void against her skin, seeping into her and making a home deep in her stomach.

It was silent except for the roll of wheels beneath her and the scrape of metal above. The air was thick. The smell of rusted iron stung her nose, making it scrunch it up. Then confusion set in. She realised she couldn't feel the crinkle of her nose or the furrow of her eyebrows. In fact, she couldn't even feel the tight grip of her hands against her arms.

"Nick..?" Her voice trailed off as she called out into the dark. The name echoed off the tunnel walls, growing softer and more distant as it travelled further away, until it faded into silence. The word slipped past her lips with a tender familiarity, even though she couldn't recall ever knowing anyone named Nick. “Help…” She waited for a response. None came.

For a moment, she felt cold and numb, a chilling sensation that seemed to seep into her very bones. She instinctively brought her hands up to rub warmth onto her arms, but as her fingers brushed against her skin, she realised she couldn't feel the contact either. The familiar texture of her own touch was absent, making her blood run cold.

It was as if a thin barrier existed between her fingers and her skin, preventing any sensation from passing through. The strange numbness made her feel more alone in the darkness, making her question if she was really even there at all.

Then her mind went blank, a whirlpool of confusion and disorientation sweeping away any rational thoughts that could have cleared her head. She sat with a vacant look in her eyes, trying to make sense of her surroundings as she called out every now and then.

The cold, dark silence pressed in. She was scared. Isolated. Lost.

The darkness felt alive, closing in around her, suffocating and cold. Her breath quickened, echoing unnaturally in the void. Every time she tried to call out, her voice would yell back at her before getting swallowed by the emptiness.

“Hello?” she whispered, her voice trembling. The response was again nothing but the eerie quiet, pressing down like a weight on her chest. Her heart beat louder, each jump a desperate drum against the invasive silence.

“Please…” she murmured, her voice breaking. The plea felt hollow and helpless. The shadows creeped in on her in ways that made her skin crawl, their shapes twisting, morphing, moving. She rubbed her arms, trying to stave off the creeping chill, but it was once again useless. The cold seeped into her bones, gnawing away at her sanity.

“Nick…?” she called out one last time, her breaths shaking. There was no answer, no reassuring voice or warm presence to comfort her. She was utterly alone. Panic began to bubble up, her mind flooding with fraughtful, disturbing thoughts. Where was she? Why couldn’t she remember anything? What the fuck was going on? The questions swirled around her head, a chaotic storm that she couldn't escape.

In a desperate attempt to feel something—anything—she raised her trembling hand to her mouth and bit down hard on her thumb.

She awaited a sharp sting. She felt nothing.

“What the fuck…” Panic surged through her as she heard the unsettling crunch of bone, flesh, and nail between her teeth. She bit down even harder, desperate to break through the numbness, but it was in vain.

Overwhelmed, she stumbled backward into a wooden mass, whimpering as she cradled her hand with her tears streaming down her face.

Slowly, she noticed a warm, sticky feeling spreading down her hand. “Oh, shit.” She hissed.

First, she felt her blood running down her hand. Then a sharp pain shot through her arm, eliciting from her a strained, painful moan.

She could imagine the blood trickling from her thumb, flowing down her arm, and staining her skin before pooling in her palm. The image was both horrifying and surreal—she knew she should've been frightened or appalled, but all she felt was a strange emptiness. Her fear grew deeper.

She curled into herself, cradling her injured thumb as she cried out a series of curses.

The pain in her thumb never subsided, though her senses slowly returned, starting from her hands and spreading to the tips of her ears in curious waves.

Her lungs itched from within, a sensation no amount of coughing could relieve. Then an ache began to throb at the back of her head. She could feel the sting of meshed metal digging into her sides and biting into her skin.

It reminded her of the sting she'd feel sitting in a grocery cart, wheels rolling beneath her as her mother pushed her down long, endless aisles. The memory was a comforting thought, the gentle roll of the wheels beneath her were now similar and reassuring. But that comfort quickly faded as she tried to recall details about her mother, and her family, and what she looked like. She shivered when her mind could only flood with blank faces, devoid of features.

Overall, she felt disturbingly incomplete. A sensation eerily similar to the one you’d feel after getting robbed.

The last thing to fill her senses was the soft cluck of chickens from a nearby corner. Fear churned in her empty stomach, feuling her doubts and resentment. She had no recollection of anything before the rust, the darkness, and the persistent pain in her arm, leaving her with a deep sense of disconnection and cruel emptiness.

The girl woke up feeling damp, her hair sticking to her skin with water lodged in her throat. She was in a cage, moving slowly down a long corridor. The sound of harsh metal grated in her ears, echoing like a tram inching along tracks in the midst of a bustling city.

As the cage came to a sudden stop, a dim light filtered into her space. Faint glimmers danced over her surroundings. She was lured into a cold vent that led to even colder heights. She forced herself to look down, counting the inches to measure her rise. The floor faded into the darkness, eventually disappearing from sight. In a moment of desperation, she spat out and listened, waiting for the sound of the splat.

1…

2…

3…

The fall was far.

She sat paralyzed in the middle of the cage. Her hands kept to herself, hugging herself in the dark, afraid that if she let her arms stray too far, she'd end up losing them. The tip of her nose was cold and the clothes against her skin were heavy. Nothing but the clucking of chickens and the pain in her hand to keep her company.

In the dim light, she scanned her surroundings and spotted dozens of boxes and barrels encircling her. Each one was labelled with the letters W, I, C, K, E, and D.

Above her, bright red lights flickered ominously, casting a taunting glow. Below her, she was too scared to look.

For what felt like hours, she sat in the rising cage, alone with her thoughts.

“Please let this be a dream…” As she racked her mind for any kind of explanation, she made a list though she could only recall what had already happened just moments ago. She was cold, she was alone, she was scared. But who was she?

A sudden jolt of the cage made her gasp, and she tightened her grip on herself, sending a sharp pang up her arm. The girl winced.

The sound of metal ticking and rattling sent a chill through her spine. Though she knew she was alone, she couldn't shake the creeping feeling that something was watching her from behind. Finding a way out of the cage quickly became more important than curling up pathetically on the floor.

She mustered up all her strength to stand. Her knees wobbled, and a rush of blood blurred and blackened her vision before she could see again. She stumbled around in the limited space, moving unsteadily toward a corner of crates. She picked one up, careful to avoid her injured thumb, though her blood stained the wood as she touched it. She shook it gently, listening for the contents. The only sound was the rattle of small beads shifting around inside—nothing that could help her.

Regardless, she pried at the lid, her thin nails clawed desperately at the wood in a weak attempt to throw it open.

“Shit,” she breathed, the sound of fast whirring gears and the loud sway of the cage daring her to continue, echoing off the walls and breathing cold whispers behind her ears. Bright lights washed over her in nearly blinding rings as they passed. The force of the cage's ascent felt heavy on the soles of her feet. The girl's eyes began to water. She let out defeated huffs.

When she finally managed to pry the lid open, she found an assortment of seed packets, gardening gloves, and a sharp, iron hand trowel wedged between mismatched rags.

Then the cage halted to a stop. Now those cold, red lights stared directly above her in front of large, metal walls. The whirling of gears was replaced with the whirling of sirens, and the crates and barrels—along with the girl—jumped at the jolt of the cage, willing her to lose balance and fall flat on her back. Quickly, backed away from the wooden boxes, leaving a trail of red in her wake.

A whine escaped her tightly pressed lips. Her eyes welled up, and she trembled.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck…” The tightness in her chest made her feel as if the air had thickened, and the sting behind her eyes made her feel like she was on the verge of exploding.

Panicked and distraught, she glanced over at the cloth draped over the chickens' cage. Her eyes darted between the fabric and a cluster of steel barrels. As a last-ditch resort, the girl yanked the cloth free and carried it over to the barrels. A few chickens followed, clambering out to join her. Their cage was open, but of course, hers remained locked shut.

Frantically, she shoved a few barrels around and huddled behind them in a corner. “C’mon, c'mon…” She draped the large cloth over herself and the containers, creating a makeshift hideaway to shield herself from the doors above her.

The menacing glare of the red lights suddenly flashed green, seeping through the thin walls of her makeshift hideaway. It seemed to follow her wherever she went. Her joints ached as the stress of the hour, her muscles tense, and her heart calling out desperately for her mother.

Her mind ran rampant with a variety of worst-case scenarios, imagining every horrible thing that could have been waiting for her behind the large metal doors. She grew anxious at the though of what terrible things might happen if she were to be found out. The girl hugged the hand trowel close to her chest and kept her eyes shut. She felt a cold sweat on her skin. Her mouth ran dry.

The doors above her began to creak open.

Through the cracks between the barrels, she watched warm rays of raw daylight flood into the cage before being blocked by a crowd of antsy shadows. Soft murmurs drifted down, mingling with the scattered clucks of the chickens.

She listened as a few voices started shouting, their tones laced with confusion. They were expecting her.

Crouching with her head between her knees, she repeatedly begged in her mind for the crowd to leave. She prayed for the doors to close and for the elevator to take her back down to solid ground.

“Day one, Greenie!" A boy yelled excitedly to nobody in particular, "Rise and shine!"

The cage shook as two boys jumped in with her. She swallowed hard, her eyes widening in fear. Her heart froze when she realised they would start looking for her. If she could sink into her skin, she would have, but there was nowhere to hide now.

"You've far too much energy considering we've been at this for a while," Another poked, smiling up at the other.

"And we've gotta do this quick if we wanna have a bonfire, right?" The first boy said in a near whine. "Come on out, Greenie. Let's get you out of here."

The two chatted with each other as they looked around the cage, yelling occasionally at the others above them. One of the boys—the second to jump in—spoke with an accent. There was a twist in his words that the girl couldn't quite place. He was also quite tall.

The boy with the accent ran his hands through his tousled blond hair as he spotted a bloodied box with its lid off. He wore long, baggy pants that hung low on his hips, paired with dusty white shoes that seemed to have seen better days.

He called the first boy over. He looked familiar to the girl, but not familiar enough to feel comfortable around him. This boy’s shoes were stained deeply with grass and soil. His dark hair was cut short and dishevelled, fanning over his vivid green eyes. They held a look of mischief and curiosity.

Her gut churned and her heart beat out of her chest. Every sound around her seemed louder than usual. Each creak under heavy steps or rustle of dirty feathers sending a jolt of pain and panic through her. Her breath came in shallow, rapid gasps though she tried to stay as quiet as possible. She was terrified that any noise would end up giving her away.

"D'ya see anythin', Nickkk?" a boy called out, his tone loud and bored. The sound of the name made the girl's face scrunch up in confusion, her lips pursed, feeling uneasy. Nick was the name she had called out earlier in the darkness, a name that had felt familiar for reasons she still couldn't grasp. It unsettled her.

"Nope." Nick bent down to pick up a hen, tucking it under his arm before handing it off to another boy that he called Gally.

Then suddenly, the blond cursed under his breath. As he reached down for another box or a hen, his eyes caught sight of a staggerd trail of red leading to a corner stacked with barrels. Her heart sank as her wide-eyed gaze met his warm brown eyes. She quickly pressed her hands against her mouth as her eyes widened, stifling a wince as a sharp pain shot up her arm. The blond looked up at Nick before turning his attention back to the barrels.

Her fear had set in as she sat in deep silence, pleading with the boy to turn around and leave her alone. The blond's eyes narrowed as he scanned the area, suspicious but unsure. He hesitated, sensing something amiss. Deciding not to let it go, he unknowingly held her gaze.

“Hey, Greenie? Are y'alright there?” The blond boy spoke soft and slow, inching closer to her hideaway. He called out, whispering. “Nick, look at this…” He pointed down at the trail he'd noticed and the girl held her breath.

Nick, who had been watching the scene with growing curiosity, uncrossed his arms and approached.

If she hadn't known better, she would've chosen to lash out. She would've grabbed her sorry excuse of a weapon and fought the boys before her. It felt like a heavy weight was pressing down on her shoulders, making it hard to breathe. Tears welled up behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. The stress was suffocating, and being unable to relieve it left her feeling utterly helpless.

"Are– are you hurt?" The blond's voice was soft as he spoke. Worry was evident in his eyes when the Greenie didn't respond. "I'm Newt, you're safe here," he assured. The girl refused to believe him.

"Hey, it's alright, we aren't gonna hurt ya," Nick said. His hands rose in mock surrender. Newt caught this and rolled his eyes, slipping out a sly remark, calling him stupid. Nick ignored him. He spoke loud and slow, enunciating every vowel sound as if the girl was a wild animal. "My name is Niiiickkkk. A-aand this, is Newwtttt. Whaaat is yooouuurrr naaame?”

Newt hit him upside the head.

They couldn't see much behind the barrels, but they spoke to her as if they could. It made it hard for the girl to swallow. She gripped the trowel tightened. What made it worse were the taunting comments from the other boys outside.

"Is he scared or something?"

"Maybe he needs some encouragement?"

"Dude, that's like, blood."

"No shit, shank."

“Talk about chicken, hahahaha… okay, fuck you guys too."

Newt froze for a moment. He looked down at his feet, behind the rusted mesh wires, then he looked at Nick, nudging his head towards the boys above. Nick rolled his eyes and stood up. He told the boys to get back to work, dismissing anyone who whined or protested against him.

The girl watched them and wondered why they assumed that she was a ‘he’. She didn't feel like a ‘he’. She looked down at herself then back up at the boys. ‘Definitely not a 'he'…’ she thought.

With the boys gone, Newt asked, "Is that better?"

The girl nodded, thinking he could see her, given the space between barrels. From the other side of the barrels, they could tell that the 'boy' was quite young, with unusually long brown hair and a round face. 'He' looked to be no older than fifteen, a year younger than both Newt and Nick.

Newt offered her a soft smile, though she could see the hesitation in his eyes. His gaze briefly flickered towards the blood on the floor and then back to her, causing his smile to waver.

Each time they asked, the girl refused to come out. So, for what felt like an hour, Nick sat in front of her with his legs crossed like a kindergartener, grinning widely as he talked about a place called 'The Glade.' He explained their developing system of government, proudly naming it the Glade's 'Nickstem.'

Meanwhile, Newt rolled his eyes and continued unloading the lift, clearly unimpressed by Nick's self-proclaimed leadership. "No one calls it actually that," He whispered.

As Nick chatted, his grin never leaving, most of the boys gradually lost interest and wandered away, letting more light into ‘The Box,’ as they called it. By the time Nick started talking about the Med-hut, only three boys were left besides Nick and Newt. She learned their names were Alby, Fry, and Gally.

“Y'know, I can tell you more about the whole place once we're all outta here, Greenie,” Nick said, running a hand through his hair. “We've got a lot of shit to do. Do you have any questions?”

"Why am I here?" She spoke, voice low and raw, breaking when she tried to sound threatening. “A-and don't try anything funny; I've got a shovel.”

She, along with the others, was startled by the sound of her voice. Earlier, she had no intention of confirming her presence, but there was something about the boy in front of her that made her feel it was alright to speak up. Something about his eyes, or the way he rambled, suggested it was safe to let her guard down a little.

"Who are you?" She asked, speaking louder this time. She didn't want to come out yet. To her, leaving the Box meant leaving her safety. "Am I dead?"

"No, of course not," Nick said boredly. "Not unless this is hell.."

"What—?"

"Forget him." Newt quickly dismissed, hitting Nick in the shoulder and shooting him a glare. He stood up to lean against one of the walls. "Listen, we can wait all day, Mate. But you won't be getting much of your answers here." He spoke softly, though there was a sharp edge in his tone that told the girl that he'd rather be somewhere else.

The girl took her time studying at the boys, then the cage, and then her thumb, before slowly letting the cloth fall to the floor. She peeked over the barrels, eyeing Nick and Newt, as well as the three others watching from above. They all stared at her with expressions ranging from horror to confusion. They all exchanged fearful glances, but chose to say nothing. The girl's grip tightened around the garden trowel in her hand, the splintered wood pressing into her skin, offering her a small sense of control.

"A-alright," Nick stuttered. He sat up straighter and cleared his throat, his shoulders tense. "Sorry—you're—are you a fucking girl!?"

"Why? Should... I not be?"

"No, you really shouldn't," Newt whispered, words defensive. He was quick to answer. He seemed just about as panicked as Nick sounded. His mouth hung slightly agape and suddenly, he couldn't figure out where to put his hands. His eyes darted around the most, refusing to look at the girl.

"Why?" The girl stood up, her eyes narrowed as she stared them down. The boys finally got a proper look at her, their eyes a bit invasive as they looked her up and down, then up again. She tensed, feeling exposed under their gaze. The sun stung the top of her head, and the boys in front of her just stared, almost like they'd never seen a girl before.

Once she finally stepped out of the Box, she was met with the sight of around twenty boys milling about. Some stopped to stare, their eyes curious and confused, while others barely spared her a glance, mumbling words of disbelief. There was not a girl in sight.

The sun seemed to sit soundly in the middle of the sky, hovering over the tops of tall cement walls. The borders towering over everything around them, lush leaves of ivy climbing all the way to the top where they met the sun. As she looked around she could spot a forest with a lineup of four and a half huts, then a large mess of wooden planks that hovered over a variety of differently coloured hammocks.

"What the hell is this place..."

"This is the Glade, Girl Bean." Nick stood with his hands on his hips like a proud father. "Let's try this again—My name's Nick, and that there is Newt.”

“Do you remember your name? Maybe anything about how you got here?”

The girl looked around before her mind ran blank. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't remember any specific details about herself. Fear slowly welled up inside her once again, mingling with a deep-seated sadness that made her knees wobble. She felt helpless.

“No… no, no, no— why can't…” She looked up at the brunette then down at her thumb and her bloodied clothes. She spoke between rushed pants, tearing up as she looked at the boy with wise eyes, her voice getting higher. “Why can't I remember anything?”

"Hey, hey, hey. It's all good, alright?" The boy looked at her with his lips pressed together, clearly not knowing what to do. "You'll get it back in a day or two. Most of us did."

"We've all been through this, love," Newt said from below, hoisting up all the barrels and boxes with a few of the other boys. "We know exactly how you feel."

For the next hour or so, the girl spent her time in the Med-hut with Nick and another boy from the Box that he called Alby. As they talked, a tall, pudgy boy named Clint carefully wrapped her injured thumb in clean bandages. Nick explained the workings of the Glade again with his usual enthusiasm.

"Every morning, at the ass crack of dawn, the doors you see on each side of the Glade opens up," Nick said, pointing towards the towering grey walls. "Runners—like Alby and I—head into the Maze and try to find a way out. Then, at sunset, they close back up, and whatever's in there, stays in there. That includes Gladers.”

The girl's curiosity was piqued. Her eyes lingered on the tops of the large walls, curiosity and amusement written all over her face. "How do I become a Runner?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the cold, imposing concrete.

Clint, who was still bandaging her thumb, glanced up nervously. "Trust me when I say this, dude– uh, girl—you don't wanna go in there. Like, ever." He had a tendency to stutter as he spoke.

The girl's eyes narrowed. "What? I can so handle it!" she exclaimed, an edge in her voice.

Nick placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. "We aren't saying you can't, Girl Bean," he teased. "But, just so you know; Clint ran once, than soiled his jorts claimin' he saw some big-ass monster thing."

Clint flushed, muttering under his breath, "Don't gotta tell 'er my life story, Nick..."

Jeff, another boy in the Med-hut, chuckled at Clint's embarrassment. He sat closer to the door, rearranging an assortment of different coloured liquids. Alby, however, took on a more encouraging tone. "If you really wanna give it a go, you're free to join us next week," he said, offering the girl a kind smile. She returned it, feeling a surge of determination with a thrill of fear at the thought of entering the Maze.

“But!" Nick shouted, shooting a glare at Alby. "There's a reason why we've only got five Runners–"

"Yeah, but that's only 'cause of Clint's ghost stories," Jeff teased, a smirk tugging at his lips as he playfully ruffled Clint's already messy hair. Clint flushed. “You don't gotta worry about ‘em grievers much. They're only ever out at night.”

"Grievers?"

"Yeah, big-ass spider-lookin' slimy shits," Clint shuddered, biting his lip as he recalled the memory. His eyes flickered with unease, and he nervously scratched the back of his neck. "I saw them the very first time I ran. Took it as a sign that I wasn't meant for the Maze..."

"But again, they really only come out at night," Alby reassured her with a smile. Nick shook his head in disapproval, clearly not amused by Alby's attempt to downplay the danger. "No reason not to try it out."

"But I swear, I saw something, dude—ugh, girl!" he stammered, groaning as he hid his face in his hands, a blush crept up to the tips of his ears.

As they left the Med-hut, Nick, Alby, and the girl stepped into the open expanse of the Glade. The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden hue over everything. Gladers were busy setting up for the evening's festivities; a large pile of wood was being stacked in the centre of the open area, and several boys were already tending to a barbecue.

Nick glanced back at the girl and grinned. "You're gonna love tonight," he said, a skip in his step.

"Yeah, it's Greenie Night," Alby added, walking alongside them. He looked at the girl and chuckled. "It's basically your welcome party."

The girl raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Greenie Night? What's that?"

Nick smirked, swinging an arm over her shoulders and leading her over to a group of boys. "Every time a Greenie—like you—shows up, we throw a fun little shindig. We light a bonfire, fight, eat, and try to make you greenies feel at home... well, as much as you can in a place like this."

Alby nodded, watching as a group of boys carefully arranged a circle of stones around a pit of sand. "It's our way of makin’ sure everyone knows they're part of the Glade.

"It can get pretty lonely down here. A Greenie Night every month helps break the ice, gets everyone talking. And it helps the others realise that all we really have in here is each other.”

The girl smiled, feeling a bit of the tension she hadn't realised she'd been carrying begin to ease. "Sounds nice. So, you guys had one of these for each of you?"

Nick laughed. “Alby and I didn't get one–actually, we didn't start ‘em ‘til George,” he said, waving at a rather stocky boy with dirty blond hair and a great amount of freckles. “He was a mess when he got here. The others just thought it'd be nice, y'know?” A grin tugged on the brunet's lips. Alby gave him a knowing look.

Alby continued, “I was a total wreck my first night, thought for sure I was gonna hate it here. Betcha if I had a bonfire, I would've gotten my act together quicker.”

“Imagine bein' the first guy thrown in here—lonely little Gladers, cowering under the tree tops, tryin’ to ignore the fearful shrieks of the Maze…!” Nick slung his arm around Alby, nudging him playfully and yelling dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. Think she gets it,” Alby grinned, looking at the girl. "It's one of the few times we can just chill, without worrying about the world or anything else. We can just be… well—kids."

"Alby and I are part of the older batch of kids in the Glade. Sixteen," Nick explained. "But there are kids younger who've been here longer than us. I heard about a boy from before I came. Ran straight into the Maze and never came out."

"Are you two like, in charge?" The girl asked.

"Nah, we don't really have all that in the Nickstem," Nick smirked, leading the group towards one of the Doors. "It's more of a... mutual respect for each other. We work as a community, everything we do is for the good of the other Gladers."

“We've only got two rules in the Glade,” Alby began. “One, never, under any circumstances, are you allowed to hurt another Glader. And two, play your part, do your job, and do it well.”

“So… communism?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

As they continued walking, they passed by a group of boys setting up a long table with food and drinks. The air was filled with the smell of roasting meat and fresh bread. The girl noticed the boys were laughing and joking around, a stark contrast to the murmurs she'd heard from the Box.

Nick gestured towards the bonfire, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tonight, we eat, we drink, and maybe if you're lucky, you'll get your name back," he said, flashing a playful wink. The long grass was beginning to dance under their feet, the wind picking up across the Glade and creating a cool, comforting breeze as the sun began to sink.

Alby chuckled, clapping Nick on the back. "Don't get worked up if you don't, though," he added, smiling reassuringly at the girl. He glanced around at the bustling activity, where boys were setting up makeshift seating areas with logs and crates. Others were busy bringing out different sized pans and buckets. "Sometimes it takes a while for you to remember. It’s all about what ends up feeling right, like—nobody calls me Albert.”

The Glade danced under the warm light of the sun. The three watched as boy's started running out of the Maze in pairs before the Doors slowly began to shut. She let her fingers trace the rough grooves of the concrete, running her hand down the leaves of the lush green vines.

The stone rumbled beneath her touch as the girl imagined the labyrinth shifting, passages reconfiguring and creatures moving through the many twisted corridors that she could only imagine. Each subtle vibration felt like a pulse under her touch, a reminder that the Maze was alive, always changing, always challenging.

She had to crane her neck up to catch a glimpse of the towering walls, their sheer height dwarfing her and the others. As she stared up, a desire to run through the network of winding paths carving itself deep into her soul. Her heart pounded at the thought, begging to run in.

Her newfound yearning to explore every nook and cranny of the Maze grew stronger the longer she stared at its walls. The ivy that crawled over and above the walls fascinated her, each tendril seeming to mock the barriers that left the Gladers feeling trapped.

It reached out, unaware and unaffected by the dangers on the other side. She decided right then that that was what she wanted for her life in the Glade—to survive on both sides of the walls, just like the ivy.

"Ivy..." The word felt familiar as it slipped past her lips in a careful whisper, much like Nick's name. But she quickly dismissed the thought, focusing instead on the thrill of what lay beyond the walls. She imagined herself running through the Maze, outsmarting its lies and discovering its hidden truths. The idea of what freedom it could hold calling to her with an unmatched intensity.

A gust of wind blew through her hair, the Glades whispers running through her as she gripped a stubborn vine. She could hear the Maze calling to her.

With a gasp, she spun around to look at Nick. His eyes had narrowed as he listened to her whisper to herself, catching onto a rather familiar word. He watched her expression change; her eyes widening, a smile slowly creeping onto her face as she spoke a little louder.

"Lori…"

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lori, as in, florence nightingale.

thanks,

claire.

[cherie-luvv]

Okay I have no problem with people doing “Character x y/n”. The problem is, I saw a bunch of this with Newt as the character, and y/n is always a girl… well that’s kinda weird..