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elioas-diel ยท 6 days ago
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gally the maze runner
๐ŸŽ€!who has a (not so little) crush on you
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๐ŸŽ€::(first image, on the left) full creds to: estherscanon on pintrest!
๐ŸŽ€:: A/N: my trade marks are back!! iโ€™ve really gotta update my last two posts - i still havenโ€™t put my watermark on it yet.. haha whoops๐Ÿ˜ญ
this was requested by lovely: @rainydaydream-gal18 i hope you like it!
thinking about! gally who has a little crush on you โ™ก
๐ŸŽ€:: includes, glader!gally, how i think heโ€™d act if he had a crush on you, fluff, headcanons, and you!
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thinking about!gally before he knew he liked you, who gets frustrated - at the fact youโ€™re on his mind too much. heโ€™d grumble obscenities under his breath whenever he caught himself looking at you or thinking about you as he zones out, when he really should be focusing on his job
thinking about!gally before he knew he liked you, who unconsciously pushes himself harder when youโ€™re watching or near him.
if its when heโ€™s in the fighting pit: heโ€™d roll up his sleeves to the point his muscular arms are bulging out the tight shirtsleeve - making up excuses when asked about it by his friends, saying things like:
โ€œthey just feel better when I go to land a punch - no biggie,โ€ (but it isnโ€™t a โ€œno biggie,โ€ those muscles are far from that and he knows it - lets just hope you realise it too)
heโ€™d pull off more tactical moves and stronger throws of his fists.
or if its a normal day of building: heโ€™d take things out of gladers hands, even shoving them out of the way, just so heโ€™d be in your field of vision.
โ€œgally- wait you just said I was positioned here a few minutes ago!โ€
โ€œnot anymore - go and help out, somewhere else shuck-face,โ€
thinking about!gally before he knew he liked you, who suddenly snaps/scoffs at you randomly. If youโ€™re too close - at the teasing jokes you make, you know what? even at the sound of your voice.
you know and he knows that he doesnโ€™t mean it, after all your good friends, but it starts to confuse you. which only makes him snap back even more.
its almost comedic.
but really itโ€™s just a defensive mechanism to him - a barrier he puts up to help push down bubbling feelings that keep arising in his chest.
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gally who thought he was pretty good at keeping his emotions in line, finally ends up cracking when he lets himself sit with his thoughts.
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thinking about!gally who now knows he likes you, suddenly becomes ticked off by any guy who gets your attention - he might throw some shade or a sarcastic comment at them but shrug it off when you mention it.
though, if the glader you were speaking to, ever brought it up - heโ€™d go and make a scene out of it.
pushing at gallyโ€™s chest a glader steps in front of him, โ€œwhat the hell dude, whatโ€™s your deal?โ€
shoving the male in front of him slightly he scoffs back, โ€œyou wanna find out slinthead? cโ€™mon keep pushing me, dude.โ€
thinking about!gally who now knows he likes you, does everything in his power to avoid you - whats he supposed to do with these feelings now? why does he keep acting out?
he doesnโ€™t remember any trace of knowledge that taught him how heโ€™s supposed to go about, whatever this even is!
while this existential crisis occurs in his brain, his demeanour does not show any signs of panic. His body seems to just run itself - his expression serious, and his body just a teensy bit more tense when heโ€™s around you, whilst his consciousness suffers inside.
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gally who isnโ€™t the type to easily admit his emotions - finally admits that he likes you when his body takes full control and crashes his lips into yours.
this wasnโ€™t how his little declaration of love was supposed to go - but all thoughts of worry slip away when you feel your body melt into his.
gally honestly was never going to get his way by expressing his feelings through his words so maybe his actions might show much he likes you?
but the funny thing is the fact you always knew - you had always liked him - from the moment you met him - but there was no way in this world youโ€™d ever admit that. so imagine how relieved you felt when he finally made the first move.
at the end of the day though, you were as stubborn as he was, maybe thats what makes you so crazy for each-other?
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arcadian-litterateur ยท 1 year ago
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sick of kissing you in my head (when can it be real instead?) | modern au!gally x fem!reader
๐–’๐–†๐–˜๐–™๐–Š๐–—๐–‘๐–Ž๐–˜๐–™
summary: your boyfriend, gally, is across the country, and despite the struggles a long distance relationship can bring, your love is strong enough to carry you through the long distance season of your relationship. but spending your birthday without him is different than spending normal days separated, and you know deep down that nothing will make you happy on your birthday when heโ€™s all you need.
word count: 8k holyโ€”i really didnโ€™t even realize how long this was till i checked the wc omg
warnings: emotional meltdown, mention of anxiety and anxiety meds, brief mention of panic attacks
a/n: hey guys! i love love love the song this is based off of: all i need (the distance song) by avery lynch. it's such a good song. this was supposed to just be fluff about visiting your bf gally, and then it turned into a whole thing lol. so yeah, i hope you guys enjoy this long ass one shot. i really really enjoyed writing it.
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โ€œ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ช ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ชโ€™๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜บ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ.โ€
๐—ฅ๐—ข๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ก๐—š ๐—ข๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—ฅ onto my side, legs brushing against my sheets, I smile at the FaceTime call on my phone, but it's bittersweet. On the other end of the video call sits my boyfriend, the soft smile on his face mirroring my own. From where he sits, I can see the San Francisco skyline out his hotel window, highlighted by the rising sun.
โ€œI miss you,โ€ I mumble, studying the lines and contours of his face and wondering if they've changed since the last time I saw him in person. If I've missed any change; any detail while we've been separated. If anything has changed or tipped the balance since we've been apart.ย 
I'm not insecure in my relationship with Gally, but be long distance for enough time and everyone gets in their head about it. Catches themselves wondering; doubting.
โ€œI miss you more every time we have to part,โ€ I add, watching the bitter take over the sweet in my boyfriend's eyes for a few seconds before he replies.
โ€œI know, baby, I know.โ€ His gaze wanders into the space between the atoms, his mind leaping forward into the future as he assures both me and himself, โ€œOnce my contract with WCKD Enterprises is up, I'll be able to move back to Denver. We'll be back in the same city.โ€
My smile is tired, only half there, and Gally knows it. It's been months since I've held him in my arms. This long distance routine is wearing us both out. We're both running out of steamโ€”not for each other; not for our relationship, but for the complexity that being long distance has brought to our relationship. Conflicting schedules, spotty internet, the deprivation of physical contact with the person we crave it from the mostโ€ฆit's all beginning to pile up, and we both know it.
In an attempt to change the subject, I ask, โ€œWhen is your flight back to Chicago again?โ€ I already know, but I'm not sure what else to say, and besides, it's always good to check.
โ€œYour birthday,โ€ comes the cheeky reply, my eyes rolling of their own accord as I secretly admire the handsome grin on my boyfriend's face. But all too soon, his grin fades.
โ€œI'm sorry I can't be there for your birthday,โ€ he says gently. I wave him off, assuring him that I'll be just fine.
โ€œBren, Tes, and Sony are planning something. Won't tell me what, though.โ€ I sigh before admitting, โ€œIt won't be the same without you. But your work's important.โ€ Gally smiles gratefully, but there's cracks in the smile, and my stomach sinks. Guilt over my last comment settles in my digestive tract. โ€œSorry,โ€ I mumble.
โ€œNo, no, don't apologize,โ€™โ€™ Gally says quickly. โ€œYou're allowed to be sad that I can't be there.โ€ His amiable grin morphs into a scowl, โ€œTried to get Janson to give me the time off, I really did. But that rat wouldn't do it.โ€ I give Gally what I hope is a reassuring smile.
โ€œIt's okay, babe.โ€ We fall into silence, not necessarily comfortable, but not bad either, before Gally interjects,
โ€œIt'll be nice to be in my own apartment, though. I'm getting sick of all these Californian hotels. I'll be glad to be home, smog and noisy L-trains galore.โ€ I chuckle, knowing that Gally loves Chicago because of its quirks, not in spite of them.
Still, Denver has always been home to me. But Gally and I've decided to cross that bridge when we get to it. We've got enough to think about as it is.
I'm trying to come up with another conversation topic, since I don't have work until later today, but unfortunately, Gally isn't so lucky. Itโ€™s the perks of working from home as a crisis hotline counselor, I guess. The hours arenโ€™t as demanding, since the work itself is.
โ€œShoot, I have to go,โ€ he hisses. โ€œI'm sorry, princess. I'll call you tonight?โ€ I nod, forcing myself to look forward to tonight's call, rather than be sad that this one is ending. โ€œAlright, good that,โ€ Gally grins. โ€œI love you, babe!โ€
โ€œI love you, Gal,โ€ I smile and wave goodbye. The half-baked grin melts right off my face once he's hung up. Gosh, I miss him so much.ย 
There's only so much comfort a video call can give.
Teresa calls me soon after Gally hangs up, blabbering on and on about a date she'd had with some guy named Ben, but I can't focus on her stories like I normally would. Usually, I'm all in to hear my friend's tales, but my mind is still fixated on the miles separating Gally and I. Something in me wonders how much longer we'll be able to go without holding each other. How much longer we can stand to be separated.
When we first started dating, I could have gone months, as long as we were still interacting. But as my love for Gally increased, the length of time I could stand to be without him decreased.ย 
I'm fully, unashamedly in love with Gally now, and part of me wonders what I would do to be living in the same place as him. To be in his arms for good. The easy answerโ€”the most raw answerโ€”is anything. I'd do anything for him.
โ€œ(Y/N)?โ€ Teresa's voice brings me out of my thoughts, her suspicious tone confirming that she's noticed my lack of focus today. โ€œYou weren't listening, were you?โ€ To an outsider, her tone might sound harsh; reproachful, even, but I know her too well. She's not mad. Just annoyed she'll have to repeat her story if she wants me to hear it.
โ€œI'm sorry,โ€ I mumble, and it's sincere. I am sorry that I lost focus. But I don't apologize for pining after my faraway boyfriend. There's no reason to, for one, and two, I won't ever apologize for thinking of him. For missing him.ย 
Teresa is grinning at my distracted tone, I can tell. Even through the phone, I can tell. โ€œYou're good. Dreaming about your bae, aren't you?โ€ย 
I don't hesitate to admit, โ€œYes. I miss him more than I thought was even possible.โ€ I hear Teresa's hum from the other end of the phone.
โ€œYou need to see him,โ€ she declares. I scoff.
โ€œBelieve me, I know, and we're trying to figure out when he can next visit, but we're both just so busy.โ€ Teresa clucks her tongue, the sound distorting oddly through the phone speaker. I imagine it running across the telephone poles, through the wires, twisting and bending and knotting out of shape as it flies all the way to me.
โ€œI didn't mean like that, (Y/N). You need to go see him.โ€ I chuckle, I wish I could.
โ€œHe's busy, Tes. Besides, he isn't even in Chicago right now,โ€ I reason. This doesn't deter her.
โ€œWell, when will he next be in Chicago?โ€
โ€œHis flight's on my birthday.โ€ย 
โ€œThat's perfect!โ€ Teresa squeals.ย 
โ€œHow is that perfect?โ€ I huff.
โ€œYou can fly out and spend your birthday with him! Surprise him!โ€ย 
I actually laugh at this. โ€œUm, no, I can't. I don't have the kind of money to just throw down for plane tickets. Besides, weren't you, Brenda, and Sonya planning something?โ€ย 
โ€œWell, yeah, but we could always change plans if we needed to,โ€ Teresa says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. On any other day, I would entertain this kind of silly daydreaming, but today, I already felt lonely enough.
โ€œSorry, Tes. Those spontaneous decisions are not my cup of tea,โ€ I sigh, and I think she can tell I'm shutting the conversation down. She lets it go, and I thank her silently, forcing the ache in my heart left by Gally's absence to venture to the back of my mind. If I waste the day away, it'll be evening again, and then he'll call, just like he said.ย 
And so despite the fact that I know wasting the days away is bad for me, I do it anyway. Just today, I tell myself. Just today.
Of course, I know I'll do it again tomorrow, and the next day, and all the hours in between my calls with Gally. It's ridiculous, how they all say having space helps one think clearer, when having space just distracts me by making me miss him that much more.
When he's gone, I'm reminded that much more that he's all I need.
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๐—œ๐—งโ€™๐—ฆ ๐—ฆ๐—˜๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—ก p.m. by the time Gally calls, his eyes lighting up when he sees me despite the exhausted, burnt out look on his face. I'm equally as ecstatic as he is to revel in the gaze of my lover, both of us simply brushing every inch of each other's faces with our eyes, memorizing each other for the millionth time. It won't be the last time, either. I could never get tired of scanning my gaze across his skin, memorizing every inch of his beautiful face.ย 
In our current situation, it's the closest I can get to kissing every inch of his beautiful face.
Gally is the first to break the silence, and I'm okay with it. He's the one who's had a long day. He knows what he needs to talk or not talk about. I just love hearing his voice.ย 
โ€œHow was your day, baby?โ€ he asks, a tired sort of happiness seeping into his voice. Like I'm giving him some kind of rest just by smiling at him.
โ€œIt was good. Uneventful.โ€ I shrug, knowing that I'd barely moved from the chair I occupied now. โ€œThe real question is, how was your day, my love?โ€ย 
Gally grins at the pet name. He always does. It's the same reaction that I have whenever he uses terms of endearment on me. It's our own personal love language of sorts. How many different ways can I call you mine?
โ€œMy day was okay,โ€ Gally says quietly, sighing when he sees the look on my face. The one that tells him to lay it on me; rant if it'll make him sleep better tonight. โ€œWell, it wasโ€ฆmediocre,โ€ he amends, running a hand through his short hair. โ€œTim was being an ass. As always.โ€ I nod sympathetically, understanding the deep hatred he harbors for his coworker.
Why Gally doesn't like Tim, I'm not exactly sure, but I know it has something to do with taking credit for a project that Gally did all the work on. It resulted in a harsh lecture from their boss for Gally, who was presumed to have slacked off, and a promotion for Tim.ย 
Anyone who knows Gally knows that he would never slack off. He takes duty and work seriously; more seriously than anyone else I've met, in fact. I know my boy. He wouldn't hurt his company's productivity, even if his boss is an asshole like Janson.
โ€œI'm sorry Tim was giving you trouble, baby,โ€ I croon, watching the aches and tension of the day seeping out of his stiff shoulders at the sound of my voice. His smile weaves its way back onto his face. It's a soft, vulnerable smile, the one that makes me want to take him in my arms and just hold him like the precious treasure he is.
โ€œI wish I could hug you,โ€ Gally groans, rubbing his chin with his fingers before trying to regain his composure. โ€œSorryโ€ฆI don't mean to bring everything up again. I justโ€ฆI just miss you.โ€ My comforting smile wobbles, knowing that those same thoughts are eating away at me inside, but I bring the happy thoughts back to the surface and my grin rights itself.
โ€œSoon, love, soon,โ€ I murmur, knowing I can't truly promise anything with how busy our lives have become. But soon doesn't have a time slot or expiration date. I can promise soon and define it later. All I know is that it brings a smile to my boy's face, and that's what I need right now.ย 
We spend the rest of the night talking, lifted by the promise of Soon, love, soon, knowing that it could very well mean a long, long time.ย 
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๐—ฆ๐—จ๐—ก๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—š๐—›๐—ง ๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—”๐— ๐—ฆ in my bedroom window, blinding me when my eyes flicker open. But once I blink away the black spots in my vision, I see that the sunlight isn't the only reason I was pulled from the comforting arms of sleep.ย 
Brenda, Teresa, and Sonya are standing at my bedside, my sheets in a bunched up ball in Sonya's hands. I groan, trying to roll away, but Bren, ever the fearless one, grabs my shoulder and pulls me back to face them.
โ€œGet up, (Y/N). No spending the day moping,โ€ she orders. I heave out an exaggerated sigh, making my body intentionally limp as Brenda and Teresa each grab one of my arms, pulling me upright until I have to support my own weight.ย 
โ€œSometimes I really regret giving you guys my apartment passcode,โ€ I comment, leading Sonya to pinch my arm. I yelp, rubbing the red mark as I get manhandled out of my pajamas and into a new outfit by my best friends. โ€œWhatโ€”what are you crazies doing?โ€ I splutter, quickly taking the pair of jeans from Teresa's hands before she can try to shove them on my legs, opting to put them on myself.ย 
โ€œWe aren't letting you mope around until Gally visits. Who knows how long that would be? It's not healthy,โ€ Sonya explains, linking an arm through mine as the three girls drag me to the bathroom. Brenda shoves my toothpaste-loaded toothbrush into my hand as Tes starts pulling my hair brush through my hair.
โ€œOw,โ€ I complain around a mouthful of toothpaste suds, pulling away from Teresa's assault on my tender scalp momentarily to spit. She and Sonya make quick work of my slightly frizzy hair, tag teaming it to create a fun yet elegant braid.ย 
โ€œBeautiful,โ€ Sonya sighs, leaning back to admire her handiwork. Brenda, on the other hand, seems to have some kind of mental checklist, full of all the tasks she must see me complete.
โ€œBreakfast is next,โ€ she commands, and I find myself being pulled into my kitchen, watching helplessly as my friends dive into making us a scrumptious, sugary feast.
I have to admit, the fluffy blueberry pancakes filling my stomach certainly make venturing out into the world much easier than I expected. I only feel the need to text Gally three times before leaving my apartment with my friends, rather than the usual five to ten. Whether these texts are to let him know I'm fine or to make sure he's fine, I've never been able to figure out. Maybe they're both. Either way, it's a good thing Brenda shoved my meds into my hand before breakfast.ย 
When I'm here alone, I don't take them. Sometimes I skip them on purpose, sometimes I just forget. But either way, I don't take my anxiety meds unless Brenda is there to shove them down my throat. Thinking about it, I'm grateful she's here to force me to take them today. With all of these mixed up feelings about being separated from Gally for so long, having more control over my anxiety will be good.
A day shopping with my best friends is a good distraction from the painful loneliness I've been feeling without Gally. It's not exactly a cure, but it's close. My friends know this; know their own limitations, and so they do the best they can.
And I'm so grateful that they've put in the time. Put in the effort. All for me.
โ€œThank you,โ€ I whisper to them as we sit in our favorite coffee shop, sipping oat milk lattes.ย 
โ€œOf course,โ€ Brenda immediately responds.
โ€œWe love you,โ€ Sonya adds.
โ€œWe know we aren't your boy,โ€ Teresa chimes in, โ€œbut we're your best friends, and that means we stick by you. No matter what.โ€ She leans over to rub my arm. โ€œWhen you're down, I'm down. We wanted to help pick you back up.โ€
The smile on my face is genuine for the first time in a long time, knowing that my friends love me enough to support me despite having the knowledge that they can't give me everything I need. They give what they can, and accept me when it doesn't fix everything.
I haven't always had friends this good, and I look up at the sky, thanking the heavens that I've been blessed with such good friends now.
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๐—ง๐—ช๐—ข ๐——๐—”๐—ฌ๐—ฆ before my birthday, I canโ€™t get Teresaโ€™s half-joking, hare-brained idea out of my head. Realistically, I know that the likelihood that I could find a flight on my birthday to Chicago that isnโ€™t full (or way too expensive) is slim. Realistically, I know that I donโ€™t have the money for plane tickets right now. Realistically, I know that flying halfway across the country on a whim to see my boyfriend is ridiculous.ย 
But when Gally sends me his flight information, knowing I like to watch his progress and get confirmation when he lands safely, I find myself checking flights from Denver to Chicago, telling myself itโ€™s just out of curiosity. Because what if there is a flight to Denver from Chicago on my birthday? What if there is a possibility that I could see Gally on my birthday? What if there is a chance that I could have this gift; the only one I truly want?
If thereโ€™s even a chance to see Gally on my birthday, I want to know.ย 
Gallyโ€™s flight information is pulled up on my phone, which is next to me on my desk as I scroll through flights on my laptop. My right thumbnail is between my teeth, bitten down to the quick and then some. It seems that flying is a popular travel option right now, as flights are filled even into places like Dawson County, Montana. Every flight I find from Denver to Chicago is either full or too expensive for someone just out of college, like me. The cheapest is $374, and I know rationally that blowing through that much money would be devastating for my finances.ย 
I swear under my breath, angry at myself for even getting my hopes up. It was a stupid idea to check the flights, and I find myself wishing I could go back in time to stop myself from looking. The disappointment grows even larger knowing that there would be a way to get to him if I wasnโ€™t a broke post-college student making minimum wage in the Mile-High City. Then the disappointment and anger melt away, leaving me with a heart wrenching sadness that feels so empty and yet so all-consuming that I canโ€™t help but break down into tears.
I donโ€™t want to let myself cry about a silly daydream that was unlikely to happen anyway, but Iโ€™d let myself entertain the thought of seeing Gally soon; of holding him close and kissing him until we couldnโ€™t breathe, and now everything else seemed pale in comparison. It wasnโ€™t that my life had no purpose outside of himโ€”Iโ€™d made it very clear when we started dating that the two of us needed to make sure we had lives outside of our relationship, too. But Gally had become a part of me; my favorite part of me, in fact. I was perfectly happy with the life I had, but Gally made it even sweeter. And knowing that sweetness was mine but was inaccessible made the absence of it even more palpable. Even more unbearable.
Crumpled into a heap on my floor with tears slowly leaking from my eyes is how Teresa finds me when she opens my door fifteen minutes later. โ€œHey, girlโ€”โ€ she calls before seeing me, rushing to my side with a worried, โ€œOh, my gosh, whatโ€™s wrong, (Y/N)?โ€ I just shake my head, the waterworks turning back up to full blast.
โ€œI miss him so much,โ€ I sob as she gathers me in her arms, unable to care that I sound pathetic.ย 
โ€œOh, I know, darling, I know,โ€ Teresa coos, rocking back and forth with my shaking body, whispering comforting words into my ears just like she always does when I get so worked up. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, hand flying up to wipe the snot from my nose, but of course, the minute itโ€™s gone, more replaces it. Iโ€™m past the point of an easy calm-down, instead finding myself close to the edge of hyperventilating. Thankfully, Teresa isnโ€™t a stranger to my emotional meltdowns, and she isnโ€™t afraid of them, either. Instead, sheโ€™s the kind of friend who will take my hand and guide me through it.
โ€œDid you take your meds this morning?โ€ she asks cautiously, to which I shake my head in embarrassment. Tears are still pooling in the corners of my eyes as I manage to get out,
โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€ย 
Teresa just shushes me calmly. โ€œDonโ€™t apologize. Itโ€™s in the past now. I just wanted to know.โ€ I nod shakily, the soothing pressure of her hand rubbing my arm helping me steady my breaths slightly. โ€œWhat set you off?โ€ she queries, squeezing me a bit tighter when the tears speed up again.
โ€œIโ€”I decided to check the flights for my birthday,โ€ I answer, sniffling as my best friend strokes my hair lovingly. โ€œIt was stupid, because it just made me upset. Theyโ€™re all too expensive, and I knew they would be, and it just made me miss him so much more.โ€ Admitting it out loud makes me feel even dumber, the guilt creeping into my stomach. โ€œI did this to myself,โ€ I mumble. Subconsciously, my nails find their way to my arms, digging into the delicate skin and leaving pink crescents behind. Teresa pulls my hands away from my arms quickly.
โ€œStop blaming yourself. You did nothing wrong. I wouldโ€™ve done the same, (Y/N).โ€ I know sheโ€™s trying to comfort me, but I just squeeze my eyes shut.
โ€œYeah, and it wouldnโ€™t have caused you to end up on the floor like a pathetic child.โ€
โ€œ(Y/N)! Stop!โ€ Teresa scolds me. โ€œStop with the negative self-talk.โ€ I try to protest, but she fixes me with that no-nonsense look that can get anyone to agree to anything, and I find myself nodding meekly. โ€œNone of this is your fault. Youโ€™re in a difficult situation, being separated from your boyfriend, and your heart isnโ€™t sure how to handle it. Thatโ€™s okay. You donโ€™t have to know how to handle it perfectly yet.โ€ I sigh, leaning into my best friendโ€™s shoulder, feeling slightly calmer now. She always knows the right words to say when Iโ€™m in too deep to think straight.ย 
Teresa coaxes me into the kitchen to drink hot chocolate once my breathing has steadied somewhat. Sheโ€™s looking at me with an odd look that I canโ€™t quite place, as if sheโ€™sโ€ฆproud of me?
โ€œWhy are you looking at me like that?โ€ I ask warily over the top of my steaming mug. My best friend grins, staring at me for a couple more seconds before replying,
โ€œYouโ€™re just, like, the strongest person I know.โ€ My face turns what I assume is beet red at the compliment, not expecting such high praise from the woman who just held me in her arms as I sobbed like a baby. But then again, Teresa is special. She doesnโ€™t judge based on outward appearances or impressions. She can see right into the heart of people, as if she can sense their goodness; their potential, and then she nudges them down that path. Helping them choose the sunshine. The good side. The light.
Knowing her compliment is slightly overwhelming, Teresa shrugs and changes the subject so fast I think I get whiplash. โ€œYou should call Gally,โ€ she suggests. โ€œTell him that you were missing him and ask him for some love.โ€ I cringe, turning away from her.
โ€œI donโ€™t want to make him feel bad that he isnโ€™t here. I think Iโ€™ve already done that too much this week.โ€ย 
Teresa scoffs, โ€œThatโ€™s nonsense. Heโ€™ll be happy that you reached out to him after your meltdown. Heโ€™ll be touched that you wanted to let him know how youโ€™re doing. Heโ€™ll feel honored that youโ€™re willing to be vulnerable with him.โ€ I know deep down that sheโ€™s right; that the only thing heโ€™d do is make me feel better. Never after calling Gally do I feel worse. I know Iโ€™m just scared to hurt him, but he always assures me that I donโ€™t need to harbor that fear. I donโ€™t need to hold onto that anxious voice in my head that whispers, You donโ€™t deserve him.
I can even imagine him next to me if I try hard enough, murmuring, โ€œYouโ€™re perfect, baby,โ€ when I grow insecure. Whispering, โ€œIโ€™m so lucky to have youโ€ in my ear when I doubt myself.
โ€œOkay,โ€ I agree, letting Teresa take my phone and FaceTime him. Despite the fact that itโ€™s the middle of the work day, Gally picks up on the first ring, a concerned look decorating his handsome face.
โ€œTeresa? Whaโ€”โ€ย 
โ€œSheโ€™s fine!โ€ Teresa rushes to assure him, motioning for me to join her on the couch. I pop my head into the frame, wincing as I see how swollen and puffy my face is. Gallyโ€™s forehead immediately creases upon seeing me, obviously still worried when he sees the tear stains on my cheeks.
โ€œBabe, are you okay?โ€ he asks. Teresa silently asks if I want to take the phone, but I shake my head. My hands are still slightly shaky, and holding the phone is an added stressor. Teresa understands and angles the phone towards me.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m okay, donโ€™t worry,โ€ I whisper, my boyfriendโ€™s shoulders relaxing only slightly. โ€œI just had a bit of a meltdown. Teresa found me and helped me calm down.โ€ Gallyโ€™s eyebrows soften, his mouth tilting down in a sympathetic frown.
โ€œOh, baby, Iโ€™m sorry,โ€ he murmurs. โ€œWhat happened?โ€
โ€œI just miss you,โ€ I mumble sheepishly after a secondโ€™s pause. It seems kind of silly once I admit it out loud, and I start to duck my face away when Gally gets my attention.
โ€œHey, (Y/N), (Y/N),โ€ he says, waiting until Iโ€™ve turned back to him before continuing, โ€œYou donโ€™t need to feel embarrassed. I miss you, too, okay? I miss you so much. You donโ€™t need to feel ashamed for struggling.โ€ He waits for me to respond, and I nod slightly. Truth be told, just hearing his voice has made me feel better; stronger. Thereโ€™s something about his comforting, strong tone that soothes me. Just his voice can make me truly believe in myself. I swear, this man could make me believe anything as long as he says it aloud.ย 
โ€œThank you for picking up,โ€ I smile, finding my mood lightening as a grin finds its way back onto his face. โ€œSeeing you helped.โ€ Gally blushes slightly, rubbing a hand along his chin.
โ€œIโ€™m glad I could help, baby.โ€ Offscreen, someone gruffly commands him to get back to work, and he mutters an apology before turning back to the screen. โ€œIโ€™m sorry, but I have to go. But call me if you need anything, okay?โ€ I nod, trailing my eyes over his freckles one more time as he thanks Teresa for taking care of me and then hangs up.
โ€œIt helped?โ€ she asks, as if double-checking to make sure I truly am feeling better.
โ€œYeah,โ€ I grin sheepishly. โ€œYou know what youโ€™re talking about.โ€ With a roll of my eyes, I joke, โ€œYou should be a counselor for a living. At this rate, youโ€™re better than me at my own job!โ€ Teresa just laughs.
โ€œWell, now that youโ€™ve cracked a joke, I know youโ€™re feeling better.โ€ She pulls me into a hug, and I gladly return it, silently wondering how I got blessed with such an amazing best friend.
โ€œHey, Iโ€™m here for you,โ€ she reminds me one more time as she leaves, her meticulous check-ins a promise for the next few days.
โ€œI know,โ€ I assure her. โ€œI promise Iโ€™ll call if I need to.โ€
โ€œGood,โ€ she says, smiling as she waves. โ€œI love you, babes!โ€ย 
โ€œI love you, too, Tes!โ€ Feeling a bit lighter, I wave back as I close my front door.
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โ€œ๐—œ ๐—–๐—”๐—กโ€™๐—งโ€”I canโ€™t take this,โ€ I stutter the next day, wide-eyed at the wad of cash Teresa is currently shoving into my hands. Brenda and Sonya are flanking her on either side with looks that imply theyโ€™re attempting to telepathically convince me to take the money.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t be sorry!โ€ Brenda sighs. โ€œJust take the money! Itโ€™s our birthday present for you!โ€ I look back and forth between my three best friends, realizing that there is no way theyโ€™re letting me reject the money. But it feels so weird having this many fifties weighing heavily in my grasp.ย 
โ€œYes, you can,โ€ Teresa sighs exasperatedly. โ€œLike I already told you, itโ€™s the money we were going to spend on your celebration pooled together. But we all know youโ€™d rather spend your birthday with Gally, and we want you to be able to, so weโ€™re giving you the money for that plane ticket you couldnโ€™t afford. It would be a waste to throw you a party you donโ€™t want to be at. Helping you see your boyfriend is a much better use of that money. We all agreed.โ€ Brenda and Sonya both nod, Teresa shoving the cash even further into my palms. I take it shakily, counting silently as I gape at them.
โ€œButโ€”but this is nine hundred bucks! I canโ€™tโ€”I canโ€™t take this, Iโ€™m sorry!โ€ย 
โ€œPlease take it,โ€ Sonya says softly, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. โ€œWe want you to be able to go see Gally. We want you to enjoy this birthday. Youโ€™ll be giving a gift to us by making this impulsive choice to do what makes you happy.โ€ My resistance gets melted away by her words, knowing that this was their tactic all along. Get (Y/N) all toughened up to the โ€˜just take itโ€™ ruse and then let Sonya slip under her defenses when she least expects it. But Iโ€™m not annoyed by it. Instead, I let Teresa close my fist over the cash.
Immediately, the three start cheering, but before I can even blink, theyโ€™ve moved on from celebrating and are pushing me towards my laptop where, just as Iโ€™m sure Teresa suspected, the flights from Denver to Chicago are still pulled up. Teresa obviously asked Gally to share his flight information with her, because she seems to have it memorized as she scans the flights.ย 
โ€œAlright, hereโ€™s the best one,โ€ she announces after a few minutes of looking. โ€œUnited, nonstop, leaving at 9:30 a.m. MT and arriving at 12:56 p.m. CT. Itโ€™s in the same terminal as Gallyโ€™s flight, and he lands at 2:23 p.m. CT, so that gives you a little over an hour to get to his gate and wait for him. Sounds good?โ€ I nod wordlessly, still slightly in shock over the way my best friends have handled this so nonchalantly, as if their friend flying across the country on a dayโ€™s notice is just a normal part of their lives.ย 
Sonya pulls me towards my room as Brenda takes the stack of cash back from me, mumbling that Teresa insisted they have it for show but was just planning on Venmoing the cash to me. I laugh at our friendโ€™s antics before following an impatient Sonya, who grabs my suitcase from my closet and starts making a list of what I should pack.
โ€œWeโ€™re not buying you a return flight,โ€ she explains, โ€œbecause we didnโ€™t know how long youโ€™d want to stay, and we figured you didnโ€™t know either. Just bring your work stuff and you can work from Gallyโ€™s apartment, and use the rest of the money to buy a return ticket when you decide to come back.โ€ I shake my head in awe at the schemes of my friends, who have obviously thought of every single anxiety I could have because of this plan and have set out to refute them.ย 
With Sonya helping me pack, a task that would usually take me at least three hours, two cups of coffee, and a panic attack is done in under one hour, no coffee or panic attacks in sight. While I wouldnโ€™t have minded the coffee, the no panic attack part is nice, and I decide I can live without those two cups of coffee if it means my peace of mind is intact.ย 
And the next morning when Teresa drops me off at the airport, my medicine taken and an ample breakfast eaten, the nervous butterflies in my stomach donโ€™t feel scary. In fact, they feel almostโ€ฆexciting. And I feel crazy for doing this; for flying halfway across the country to surprise my boyfriend so I can kiss him on my birthday, but I also feel so alive.
And today, the idea of living doesnโ€™t seem as scary anymore.
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๐—”๐—ฆ ๐—œ wait at my gate and sip my Starbucks latte, I answer the countless birthday texts I have already received, smiling at the overflow of love from people I talk to everyday and people I barely even know. Itโ€™s funny, knowing that there are people out there who remember my birthday but donโ€™t talk to me otherwise. Some might feel disheartened at the idea, but I just giggle quietly to myself, wondering if Iโ€™m going crazy for feeling so lighthearted.ย 
Maybe itโ€™s the adrenaline, I think to myself. The adrenaline from doing something so stupid and yet so exciting. Shrugging to myself, I take another large gulp of coffee, finally getting to the text from Gally. I saved it for last, knowing it would be the best one. And sure enough, as I read the message, I feel happy tears pricking my eyes. As always, heโ€™s sweet; sappy, even, but his message also holds the serious intensity that he always has around him. Itโ€™s like an aura, telling those around him that he does everything fully and completely, never giving only half of his effort. That intensity is probably why I love reading texts from him over and over. Even if itโ€™s a simple good morning, his texts always seem to scream I love you from between the lines.
I text Gally back, thanking him for the love heโ€™s sent zipping along telephone lines, across the country and all the way to me. I suck the last dregs of liquid from my Starbucks cup, finally accepting that the beverage is gone as the gate attendant calls for Boarding Group 1. I find myself bouncing from foot to foot, realizing once again that Iโ€™m really doing this. I canโ€™t bring myself to sit down as I wait for my group to be called, instead standing by the gateโ€™s charging station, fidgeting like Iโ€™m about to run the 100 meter dash. By the time Iโ€™m boarding, Iโ€™m breathing heavily like I just sprinted up Pikes Peak. Whether from nerves or excitement, I canโ€™t really tell, but itโ€™s enough that the flight attendant touches my arm as she checks the cabin.ย 
โ€œMaโ€™am, are you okay?โ€ I look up in surprise before giving her a quick grin.ย 
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m fine. Just nervous.โ€ย 
She smiles empathetically. โ€œIs it your first time flying?โ€
โ€œNo. Iโ€™m flying out to surprise my boyfriend, and I guess Iโ€™m just hoping it all works out like I planned,โ€ I explain.ย 
At this, I receive an even bigger grin from the flight attendant, who thinks that is justโ€”โ€œthe most adorable thing ever!โ€ I nod along, unsure whether Iโ€™m actually smiling or just masking my anxiety. Either one is a plausible explanation, and Iโ€™m pumped so full of adrenaline that all of my emotions currently feel interchangeable.ย 
I spend the entirety of take-off nervously fiddling with the little screen in front of me, trying to distract myself. Once weโ€™re at a constant altitude, the flight attendants offer drinks, and I ask for a ginger ale, my go-to drink on airplanes. It calms me down, the comforting security of it helping me stay rational. Unfortunately, the ginger ale combined with my anxious thoughts cause my bladder to reach its limit quite quickly.ย 
I hate the little bathrooms on airplanes. So loud, so claustrophobic, so turbulent. Itโ€™s like trying to pee while in the middle of an earthquake. But my bladder isnโ€™t playing games today, and the last thing I want to do is ignore it and then pee myself. The intrusive thoughts fight to take over as I rush through the motions, washing my hands as quickly as possible, but I stave them off and make it back to my seat in one piece.
The remaining hour until landing is the longest hour of my life.
When we finally touch down and taxi to our gate, all of the tension that has built up inside me feels ready to explode, but I hold it in, knowing that I can let it all out once I see Gally. Itโ€™s barely even occurred to me that Iโ€™m a year older nowโ€”that itโ€™s my birthdayโ€”because all I can think about is getting to hold my boy.ย 
I almost trip getting off the plane, too busy checking his flightโ€™s progress and landing gate. His flight is still an hour and thirty minutes out, giving me more than enough time to go to the bathroom, get some food, and wait for him. I pull my suitcase behind me, so glad I decided to take everything in my carry-on, as Iโ€™m now realizing that baggage claim is outside the secure area of the airport. I break free from the flow of traffic heading in that direction, redirecting towards the bathroom.
One bathroom trip, makeup refresher, and food court scavenger hunt later, Iโ€™m standing against a column at Gallyโ€™s gate, drinking my second Starbucks latte of the day. Normally, I wouldnโ€™t let myself indulge like this, but itโ€™s my birthday, so I feel justified. I even treat myself to a slice of sweet bread, too. Iโ€™m too anxious to eat a full lunch. Besides, Iโ€™m sure Gally will be happy to get lunch on our way back to his apartment. Heโ€™s always willing to eat, no matter the time of day.
Iโ€™m trying my best not to look suspicious. Thereโ€™s a flight leaving from this gate after Gallyโ€™s flight arrives, so I blend in, but my leg is bouncing nervously and my hands are shaking slightly. Iโ€™m a naturally energetic person, but the fidgeting increases exponentially when Iโ€™m either excited or nervous. Right now, Iโ€™m both.
Thankfully, no one seems to notice me or think Iโ€™m behaving weirdly. Iโ€™m simply overthinking, like I often do. At least it passes the time. I only have thirty minutes left to wait.
I run back to Starbucks and buy another latte. Itโ€™s gone within ten minutes, my anxious energy prompting me to gulp it down like Iโ€™m dying of thirst. Then Iโ€™m running to the bathroom again, bladder shouting angrily at me for the caffeine abuse Iโ€™ve been subjecting it to. Itโ€™s unpleasant, but it kills more time.ย 
Ten minutes to go. Iโ€™m staring at my phone, Gallyโ€™s flight details pulled up, reloading the page over and over in hopes that magically, theyโ€™ll teleport and be here instantly. With anyone else, I wouldnโ€™t be this obsessive; impatient, but itโ€™s Gally. I could obsess over Gally for days on end with all the love overflowing from my heart. So I pass three minutes refreshing the page persistently, watching the minutes countdown.
I let out a quiet, barely there gasp when my phone screen tells me heโ€™s landed. I can barely contain my excitement, nervous energy causing me to wiggle my hips like a rhythmically challenged dancer. His plane is on the ground, taxiing over, right to where Iโ€™m waiting. Heโ€™s going to walk through that gate, and Iโ€™m going to see his beautiful face, and Iโ€™m going to run and jump into my boyfriendโ€™s arms.
All of a sudden, doubt crashes into me like a fucking tidal wave. What if he doesnโ€™t want to see me? What if this is weird, and heโ€™s going to be all awkward about it? What if this was one huge fuck-up? I can feel myself starting to spiral, starting to lose touch with the confidence Iโ€™ve been channeling all day. The panic has started to grow, and it surges through my veins, reaching to the tip-top of the cliff that is followed by a plunge off the deep end. Thankfully, though, with only a few minutes to spare before my boyfriend gets off his plane, a little girl in a princess dress bumps into me, hard, causing my knees to buckle and my head to snap out of the spiral itโ€™s in.ย 
I catch myself against the trusty column Iโ€™m leaning against, looking down to find a young girl, maybe six, wearing an Elena of Avalor dress-up costume with a stuffed animal that looks like some kind of leopard with bird wings.ย 
โ€œAmity!โ€ her mother scolds her, ordering her to apologize for bumping into me. Amity looks up at me with big, brown doe eyes and a huge, genuine grin.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, Maโ€™am,โ€ she chirps. I smile back, making eye contact with her mom, before crouching down to her level and holding out a hand to shake.
โ€œI forgive you. Iโ€™m (Y/N). Want to know something?โ€ Amity shakes my hand, grinning widely, before looking at her mom as if to make sure itโ€™s okay to talk to me. Her mom gives a gentle nod, a kindness in her eyes as they meet mine. โ€œWell, Amity, you actually helped me just now. I was feeling super duper nervous and it was making me get shaky and worried. But then you bumped into me, and I saw your smile, and it made me feel a lot better!โ€ย 
I can tell Amityโ€™s mother is touched, and I make sure to assure her that Iโ€™m doing better. That Amityโ€™s little scuffle with my legs was truly helpful. And then Amity and her mom are on their way, Amityโ€™s tight hug and whisper of โ€œYou look like a princessโ€ giving me the last boost of confidence I need.
Right as I finish waving goodbye to the adorable little girl, I hear the sounds of passengers starting to come down the jetway. I suck in a sharp breath, making sure my small suitcase and jacket are safe by the column before stepping closer to the junction between gate and jetway, watching passengers closely as they start to trickle into the airport.ย 
Itโ€™s no surprise that I can pick Gally out of the crowd immediately after he walks out of the jetway, his head easily peeking over every other passenger. He doesnโ€™t see me at first, focused on trying not to trample the small toddler whose family is trying desperately to get him to behave as they walk in front of my boyfriend.
I wait until heโ€™s right there, just the toddlerโ€™s family in front of him, to call his name. โ€œGally!โ€ His head snaps up, eyes scanning the surrounding area before settling on me, his jaw going slack, falling open in surprise as the toddlerโ€™s family quickly moves out of the way.ย 
Itโ€™s like weโ€™re living in slow motion, the way I watch Gallyโ€™s backpack slide out of his hand and hit the floor with a thump, his look of shock morphing into a state of joyous disbelief, as if heโ€™s not sure heโ€™s truly seeing me. He looks frozen in this state, unable to move towards me, but I donโ€™t care. Iโ€™m already running up to him, happy tears gathering in my eyes as I jump into Gallyโ€™s arms, my head burying itself in his neck before I lean up to kiss him with all the pent-up love, tension, and nerves that have been coursing through my body all day.
His lips are warm just like they always are, soft and full and inviting as we kiss passionately; shamelessly, right in front of everyone waiting to board their flight. I canโ€™t bring myself to care, anxiety nowhere to be found now that Iโ€™m here. In his arms. Held tightly, kept safe, flooded with warmth, just like Iโ€™m supposed to be.ย 
He pulls away first, still in shock as he scans my face, as if expecting to find some imperfection that reveals me as a doppelganger. โ€œBabyโ€”โ€ he chokes out, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, my own tears rolling down my cheeks. โ€œBaby, youโ€™re here.โ€ He lets out a giddy, confused laugh, cupping my cheek with his hand as he wipes the remnant saltwater away with his thumb.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™reโ€”youโ€™re here. In Chicago,โ€ he repeats, putting my feet back on the floor so I can stand there with my arms around his neck, his other hand coming up to cup my other cheek. โ€œYouโ€™reโ€”itโ€™s your birthday!โ€ he says, and I canโ€™t tell if itโ€™s another reason heโ€™s confused Iโ€™m here, or if itโ€™s just an observation. Well, probably both, so I just giggle.
โ€œYes, Gally, itโ€™s my birthday.โ€ย 
โ€œButโ€”did youโ€”when did you get here?โ€ he asked, bewildered, a lovestruck, excited smile lighting up his whole face. I run my hands through his hair, admiring his gentleness as he cradles my face in his palms.
โ€œAn hour and a half ago, I think. Iโ€™m not sure the exact timing,โ€ I shrug. He gasps.
โ€œYou flew on your birthday?โ€ I give him an odd look.ย 
โ€œYesโ€ฆwhy? Is that illegal or something?โ€ Gally chuckles through the joy-filled tears still drifting down his face every once in a while.
โ€œNo, baby. I just thoughtโ€”most people wouldnโ€™t be willing to fly or even be at an airport on their birthdays. Donโ€™t you have cool stuff to do? Fun people to see?โ€ I shake my head, pulling him as close as I can, our lips hovering inches apart.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re the only person I wanted to see. This is my birthday present.โ€
Gallyโ€™s eyes water even more as he presses his forehead to mine, running his hands through my hair. โ€œBaby, Iโ€”โ€ He pulls away to wipe a tear from his eye and then leans back down, pressing a gentle peck to my forehead, โ€œI love you so much.โ€ย 
โ€œI love you even more, Gally,โ€ I whisper back, staring into his teary eyes with my watery own. He chuckles, shaking his head.
โ€œNot possible.โ€
โ€œIt is, too,โ€ I giggle, still whispering as I press a kiss to his lips, โ€œand Iโ€™m the birthday girl, so you have to let me win the arguments today.โ€ย 
โ€œOh, thatโ€™s how that works,โ€ Gally laughed, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. โ€œWell, I suppose I can let you win this one, since you did fly all the way to Chicago on your birthday.โ€
โ€œOh, but that was selfish,โ€ I smiled. โ€œI wanted to see you. I needed to see you. It was purely selfish.โ€ Gally just hugged me tighter, pressing kisses to the top of my hair as he admitted quietly,
โ€œWell, I needed to see you, too. I needed to have you in my arms.โ€ I relax into the warmth of my boyfriendโ€™s chest, the material of his hoodie tickling my nose. I endure it because it smells like him, and that makes it the most calming aroma in the world.ย 
โ€œBeing in your arms is all I need. You are all I need,โ€ I whisper.ย 
I kiss him again, a loving, sweet kiss, reveling in the presence and taste of my boyfriend, a sense of peace and safety wrapping its warm arms around me.ย 
Nothing else matters in this moment. Not my job, or my life in Denver, or my birthday. All that matters is that I am here, in my boyfriendโ€™s arms. In Gallyโ€™s arms.
Right where Iโ€™m supposed to be.
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caberzatto ยท 10 months ago
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a quiet sunday
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fem!reader x Minho
summary: You're enjoying a peaceful day off with your boyfriend when expresses his complaints about his overgrown hair. So you offer a solution that he's admittedly reluctant about.
word count: 1.5k
*nothing but fluff
author's note: this is proofread, but I may have missed a few things so yeah...
You lay in the small twin bed in your hut, your dark-haired boyfriend snuggled up into your side. As your chest rose and fell with deep, slow breaths, Minho's head followed suit; resting on your chest.
His athletic arms encapsulated your body between them, as he hugged you tightly, adding to the warmth of the blankets you both lay in.
It was Sunday, meaning you both had the entire day off from work and when these days came around, you always took full advantage of them. During the week, you were both constantly busy; Minho off in the maze from dawn until the sun began to set behind the walls, and you in the medhut all day treating the rest of the gladers who showed up with injuries.
All work came to a halt on Sundays, the day being treated as if it were a holiday by everyone in the Glade. Almost everyone would spend their 24 hours of peace lying in and simply chilling the shuck out, our one day of bliss if you will.
As you ran your fingers gently through your boyfriend's hair, lying together in silence, you felt his head shift against you as he tilted it back to look up at you.
You smiled softly at him. You could stay here forever. "Hey," you cooed.
He returned the smile, looking up at you like you were the sun, the moon, and the stars combined, "Hey back."
A few strands of his dark hair fell in front of his eyes, his head tipping further back so he could get a better look at you. You carefully brushed the hair away from his eyes, "Your hair's getting long, isn't it."
"Yeah, and it's been bothering me for the past two shucking weeks," he mumbled lowly in displeasure, "it's started to get in the way when I'm running, not very ideal, can't even see where I'm going anymore."
You chuckled at your boyfriend's exaggerated words before an idea popped into your head, "Hey, why don't you let me cut it for you?" continuing to stroke his hair gently.
"Mmmmโ€ฆI don't know if I trust you enough with scissors around my hair," he joked, "don't know if you've noticed, but I take great pride in these gorgeous locks."
It's true. He spends at least 30 minutes of his mornings just styling his hair; making sure it looks just right.
"Oh come on," rolling your eyes at the boy lying on your chest, "I cut my own hair all the time, I'm basically an expert at this point."
His head dropped back down to its previous position, stroking his fingertips up and down your arm, thinking the idea through, before lifting it back up to your gaze once more, "Fine. But if you mess up, we are so over."
You smiled brightly at him, before moving from your position to climb out of the blankets, rolling over him to plant your feet on the floor of the hut. He groaned as you pulled on his arm, forcing him out of his previously comfy spot in the bed.
Still gripping his arm, he plodded closely behind you as you led him into the small bathroom in your hut - One of the perks of being the only girl in the glade; having your own hut. Which also means having your own bathroom.
"Okayyy," once in the bathroom, you placed your hands on his shoulders, "Sit please." The wide grin plastered on your face was making him much too nervous for his liking, yet still, he obliged, taking a seat on the toilet that sat in the corner of the cramped space.
Turning your back towards him, you searched for the pair of scissors that you regularly used to cut your hair. After a few seconds of fiddling in the drawer between the sink, you turned back to face him, snapping the shears open and closed in front of him.
"Yeahโ€ฆthat smile on your face is not concerning at all," he stated, sarcasm clear in his voice. The comment only caused you to smile even wider, "Would you relax, it's gonna be fine, I know what I'm doing you shank."
As you stepped closer to him, scissors in hand, his body leaned away from you, clearly indicating apprehension. "Minho, if you don't want me to cut your hair just say so, please. I wouldn't even be upset," you drew a cross over your heart, "swear."
He quickly reassured you, "No, no, that's not itโ€ฆI just-you can understand my concerns though, right?"
Your eyes softened, giving him a tender smile, "Of course I can, but I assure you, once again, I know what I'm doing, okay?" He sighed sharply, before simply nodding his head in response.
You were now standing between his legs, gently running your fingers through his dark hair once again. "Okay, I'm starting, you ready?"
"Yeah, yeah, let's just get this over with already."
Positioning your free hand on the back of his head, to give you stability, you began snipping the hair on the top of his head. The first 'snip' of the scissors caused him to wince slightly in anticipation of the next cut.
Black strands of hair began slowly falling to your feet as you continued snipping off small sections of Minho's overgrown hair. Your fingers combed through his hair, directing it in an upward direction before stopping, where you'd cut off about an inch.
By the time you had finished working on the top of his head, you moved and used your free hand to angle his head down so you could begin working on the back.
Starting from the nape of his neck working up, you snipped away at the course hair. Minho's forehead was now resting on your stomach as you very carefully made sure not to nick his scalp with the sharp tool in your hand, "Mmm, feels s'nice," he grumbled into your midsection.
It was very clear that your previously reluctant boyfriend was now enjoying the lengthy process of getting his hair trimmed by you. A smug smile replaced your, once stoic, expression, "Mmm, I know sweetie, just relax m'kay."
His hands slid up from their prior position by his side, leisurely making their way up your bare legs to sit just below the hem of your shorts under your ass, his fingertips tenderly drawing circles on your smooth skin.
You finished up the back of his head, cutting it nice and short; just the way you know he likes it to be. You tilted his head to the right, then to the left, tapering off the sides. Finally, you lifted his head up, your finger softly positioned under his chin as you gave the completed haircut a final look-over.
As you studied your work for any needed improvements, you could feel your boyfriend's gaze burning into your face. "The shuck are you staring at you, dong?" you quipped as your fingers raked his hair, making sure it was even.
His eyes not straying away from you, "The beautiful girl standing in front of me," not an ounce of sarcasm in his voice.
You couldn't have hidden the bright beam that crept its way onto your face even if you tried your hardest.
"Okay whatever," rolling your eyes playfully, "I'm done, so would you go to the mirror and look at it, please."
The warmth on the back of your legs abruptly disappeared as Minho made his way over to the sink to take a look at his, now much shorter, hair in the mirror. He examined it carefully, turning his head in all different directions - very obviously trying to mess with you.
A few more head turns later and you were getting very impatient, awaiting a response from the puckish boy standing before you, tapping your foot hurriedly against the floor, your arms crossed over your chest.
Finally, he turned to face you with his lips pursed and squinted yes, as if he were about to tell you that he didn't like it. Your heart dropped in your chest with the thought, until he, at last, said something, "I love it."
Relief coursed through your body, your head falling back, accompanied by a long sigh.
Minho snaked his arms around your waist, peppering kisses along your throat before moving to your face, causing you to shake your head around in a poor attempt to get him to stop, giggles escaping from your lips, "Stop it, shuckface."
Your palm slipped between his lips and your face, pressing against his lips to push his head back, "Do you really like it, or are you just scared of hurting my feelings? Cause I'm a big girl y'know, I can handle the truth," your eyes squinted as you searched his for answers while your arms remained by your side, refusing to hug him back until he answered.
He laughed in response, "Of course I like it, I'd tell you if I didn't, honest," withdrawing one of his hands from your waist to draw a cross over his heart, just like you had done earlier.
A big smile replaced your once blank expression, finally lifting your arms to squeeze him back, dropping your head onto his shoulder in satisfaction. You still held the scissors in your right hand, so you had to make sure not to accidentally scratch him with them.
"I hope you know that you'll be cutting my hair for me every month from now on," your boyfriend stated, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"Exactly the reason why I've never offered to cut your hair before," mumbling into his shoulder.
The two of you swayed from side to side in each other's arms, enjoying the rare quiet of the glade. Sundays will truly always be your favourite day of the week.
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@iloveetoeatbananas (more minho content for youu <3)
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livinamity ยท 2 years ago
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Somewhere Only We Know
Song here
If you ask Minho what he thought about her, he would write a love song. He would sing about her golden skin and how it shone like a star under the bright sun, and how her smile resembled a crescent moon. Moonlight: heโ€™d call her that.
Heโ€™d hum the tune sheโ€™d sing to him at the pond by the deadheads. Heโ€™d talk about the nights theyโ€™d sit against the tree stumps and look at the idle night sky. When he wanted to spill his heart out and rant, sheโ€™d let him. Thatโ€™s what he loved the most.
The loving look in her eye that held no judgement. The subtle tilt of her head to show she was listening. She always calmed his mind. So, then, in silence or chaos, heโ€™d find her first. He would wait until his hands met hers to relax.
He would tell you how, now, although only left with memories of her, he would smile. Heโ€™d tell you how heโ€™d memorised the melody of her laugh; and how he would revise it every night before bed just to relive it again.
To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy, and it's what he had with her. He had someone who knew his mindโ€”in the dark times of the Maze, he found a light: his home.
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rosieandthethorns ยท 1 year ago
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i don't WANT to read smut right now
i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia
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naammiii ยท 28 days ago
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CHOSO FIC RECS // mdni!
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edge me baby - @/screampied
yandere bestie choso - @/madamechrissy
so mean! - @/reignpage
forever - @/nanaslutt
freak on the cam! - @/tonycries
letโ€™s summon a demon! - @/lovelivision
the session - @/classyrbf
game over? - @/indiewritesxoxo
insatiable - @/nanaslutt
what you need - @/kamitv
best friends brother is the one for me! - @/gojonanami
get humbled - @/screampied
great with kids? (you can have mine) - @/tonycries
hey emo boy! - @/gojonanami
an imperial command - @/fushitoru
sheโ€™s a succubus! - @/classyrbf
tongue piercing - @/nanaslutt
wanna see what your insides look like! - @/versupital
worshipping the giver of life - @/saintkaylaa
last friday night - @/norikuna
edging - @/lovesculprit
$lut talk - @/rissouu
good boy - @/screampied
call me baby - @/nanaslutt
pussy eating with choso - by me hehehe :3
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I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3
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laccakes ยท 6 months ago
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thinking about bakugou getting you a gold necklace with his first name's initial dangling from the expensive slim chain. he''ll offer to help put it on for you with a low "c'mere" and a soft look on his face. you gather your hair to the side, giving way for him to access your neck. once the necklace is on, he'll leave a feather-like kiss to the crook of your neck before he's twirling you around to see how his gift looks on you. there was something about that shining piece of jewelry hanging around your neck with HIS initial that made him feel light headed and embarrassingly weak in the knees.
his large hands rest pretty on your waist as his softened ruby eyes scan the huge smile on your delicate face. oh, how he wanted to kiss you so badly. "ya' like it, baby?" he soothed, hands moving to cup the apples of your cheeks. you nod quickly, smile never wavering, "i love it, kats. thank you." with that, he closes the distance between you two with a sweet kiss. the kind of kiss that had you both smiling into it.
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mystic-writings ยท 10 months ago
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just a twisted ankle | newt
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PAIRING โ€“ newt x fem!reader
REQUEST โ€“ @heliads - hi monty!! saw you wanted some newt requests so i simply could not hold back. could i please request a newt x reader fic in which newt and reader are both track-hoes and obviously in love with each other but pining in silence? alby and minho are doing their best to get them together but they're both excruciatingly oblivious lmao. thank you so much!!
SUMMARY โ€“ you and an overly protective newt are in love. the only problem seems to be that everyone but you and him are aware of it.
WARNINGS โ€“ weird behavior, obliviousness, fluff, semi-crack?, friends to lovers, minor injury
WORD COUNT โ€“ 3,031
NOTES โ€“ AAAA this has been in my requests for forever and iโ€™m just now writing it?? i absolutely loved writing this and a big big thanks to @shmaptainwrites for being my lovely beta reader!
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There were very few downsides to being a Track-hoe. You enjoyed being outdoors all day, breathing in the fresh air and the amazing smell of fresh plants, chatting with your fellow track-hoes and generally enjoying yourself.ย 
The main issue you had was the dirt.ย 
Sure, it was essential to your job, but it was the worst possible thing about it. You didnโ€™t even mind the sweat and aching muscles most of the time, because that just meant a job well done. But the dirt? If you could plant and grow things without it, you would. The way it stuck to your clothes, your skin. How it buried itself into your pores and underneath your fingernails and took forever to scrub off your skin.ย 
The biggest upside, however, was Newt.ย 
Youโ€™d been here almost 2 years, and he was quite possibly your favorite person in the Glade. Heย was the first person besides Alby to reach out and connect with you, not really caring or fearing the fact that you were, and still are, the only girl. Minho was the second person to do the same.ย 
Newt, over time, had become your biggest confidant about almost everything. You spent pretty much all of your spare time with him, and he with you. After long days, youโ€™d take the time after dinner to walk around the Glade. Sometimes youโ€™d talk, and sometimes youโ€™d just enjoy one anotherโ€™s presence. Everyone knew not to mess with you, and the Greenies that didnโ€™t usually learned their lesson pretty quickly.ย 
You liked to call him your protector with a smile, mostly because heโ€™d always flush bright red at the compliment.ย 
Itโ€™d been a few days since the box came up, and the newest Greenie, Jason, was still getting his bearings around the Glade. Heโ€™d only learned his name yesterday, and that was after he threw up watching Winston show him how the slicers do their jobs. Today, he was with you and the other Track-hoes.ย 
Heโ€™d been mostly hovering near Zart and Newt, who were showing him the ropes. You, however, caught him glancing over at you a few too many times. It was normal for a Greenie, and for you, since you were the only girl. But it didnโ€™t stop you from feeling slightly uncomfortable.ย 
Jason had been staring at you โ€” as Zart was showing him how to de-weed the vegetables โ€” until Newt clapped him on the shoulder. Faintly, you could hear them talking.ย 
โ€œStop staring, mate. Focus on the job.โ€ Newt said, his tone laced with that all-too-familiar protectiveness. It made you smile, the way his eyes pierced into Jasonโ€™s and struck him with a fear he seemed to make all the Greenies feel when it came to you.ย 
After a while, you felt Jason resume his staring, even after Newtโ€™s โ€˜warningโ€™. You knew that heโ€™d learn sooner or later, you just hoped it was the latter. While you were digging up some carrots, knowing it would take you forever to clean under your fingernails before dinner, Newtโ€™s shadow blocked your view of the sun, forcing you to look up at him.
โ€œCome on,โ€ he nodded to the deadheads. โ€œZart said we need more fertilizer.โ€ย 
Extending a hand upward, Newt pulled you to your feet before handing you the second bucket. As you departed from the gardens, you swung the empty bucket and sighed. โ€œI donโ€™t know why he never just sends one of us. Thereโ€™s no way this is a two person job.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™ve stopped questioning Zart,โ€ Newt shrugged. โ€œHeโ€™s the Keeper, what he says, goes. Thatโ€™s all.โ€
Contemplating Newtโ€™s words, you looked up at the leaves for a moment and tripped on a root. Newt barely caught you as you lurched forward, both buckets landing on the forest floor. โ€œBesides, I think if you tried to do this yourself, youโ€™d trip and break your neck.โ€ย 
โ€œWell,โ€ you exaggerated a sigh, โ€œcanโ€™t have that, can we?โ€
Newt shook his head, grabbing the buckets. โ€œNo, we canโ€™t.โ€ย 
After making it to the fertilizer pile and back with no further injury, the day carried on as normal. Newt and Zart continued training and carefully watching the Greenie to see if he was exactly up for the job of Track-hoe.ย 
By the time the dinner bell rang, you were exhausted. You felt like this most days, but today you had to devote more energy than usual on making sure the Greenie wasnโ€™t staring at you as if youโ€™d solve all of his problems just by talking to him.ย 
You and Newt took off at the same time, chatting about the Greenie and whether he was good for the Track-hoes or not. โ€œI hope not,โ€ you groaned. โ€œHe keeps staring at me. Heโ€™d spend more time looking at me than doing his actual job if he got put with us.โ€
โ€œI know,โ€ Newt chuckled. โ€œI spent the day with the poor shank. You have no idea how many times I had to divert his attention back to his work, it was unbelievable.โ€
You shook your head. โ€œTrust me, I know. I could feel him staring at me all damn day.โ€ย 
The dining hall was already pretty full of Gladers, milling about or grabbing food or sitting down. Quickly, you could smell Frypanโ€™s beef stew wafting from the pots on the table. Your stomach suddenly felt empty, and you couldnโ€™t wait to pour yourself a bowl. You and Newt moved in tandem, pouring out soups into your own bowls from ladles hooked on the edge of the metal pots and grabbing cups of water from the table beside you.ย 
Minho was already sitting at your usual table, peacefully eating his soup amid the usual chaos. Joining him, you and Newt sat across from him, digging into your food. Minho usually ate in silence, with the exception of joking around when the others got to the table, so you didnโ€™t mind listening to the din of the conversations happening around you for a little while.
Soon, Frypan joined Minhoโ€™s side of the table, already boasting about how well received the stew was. Just as he was about to ask how everyone liked it, and as you were spooning more into your mouth, Jason approached your and Minhoโ€™s end of the table.ย 
โ€œHi.โ€ He said, entire body stiff, as if unclenching his muscles would make him disappear.ย 
โ€œ...Hello?โ€ You replied. โ€œIs there something you need, Greenie?โ€
Jason laughed, but it sounded more like he was choking. โ€œNo, no. I justโ€” I, um, I was wonderingโ€”โ€
โ€œCool it, slinthead,โ€ Minho interrupted. โ€œYouโ€™re not going to get anywhere with Y/n, here. She and Newt are practically married, even if they donโ€™t know they are.โ€
With a disgruntled air around him, Jason admitted defeat and left the table to go find somewhere to eat his dinner.ย 
You furrowed your brows at Minho. โ€œMe and Newt arenโ€™t married, what the shuck was that all about?โ€
As if things couldnโ€™t get worse, Gally stepped up to the table on Newtโ€™s other side. โ€œAre we talking about you and Newt? Have you finally gotten your clunk together and started dating? Because Iโ€™ve been waiting for this for almost two years.โ€ย 
โ€œNah,โ€ Frypan said. โ€œTheyโ€™re too scared to admit something like that, Gally. You know that.โ€ย 
โ€œYeah, and itโ€™s getting on all of our nerves.โ€ Minho said. โ€œIt irritates me more than the Newbies do.โ€
โ€œCould you stop talking about us like weโ€™re not here?โ€ Newt snapped. โ€œItโ€™s really annoying.โ€ย 
The group exchanged looks and you couldnโ€™t help but smile. The rest of the dinner passed, and soon Alby joined you at Frypanโ€™s side. The conversation flowed, as per usual, and you were able to let go of the pain your joints carried as you went back for a second helping and relaxed with your friends until sundown.ย 
It was no surprise that Newt left when you did in order to walk you back to your room in the Homestead, where he bid you goodnight and headed to his own just down the hall. Just as he reached the door, though, he turned back and walked over to you.ย 
โ€œJust letting you know,โ€ he began, โ€œThe Greenieโ€™s staying on as a track-hoe tomorrow. Alby doesnโ€™t want him doing a trial as a Medjack just yet. But I wonโ€™t be there either. Me and Gally have to be in the council hall tomorrow to talk with some of the other Keepers about scheduling. Stay safe, please.โ€ย 
You giggled. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, Newt, Iโ€™ll be just fine. The most that Greenieโ€™s gonna do is stare at me, and I canโ€™t die from something like that. Plus, Iโ€™ll have Zart and the other Track-hoes with me for the day.โ€
He sighed, almost reluctant to go most of the day without you. โ€œIโ€™ll see you at breakfast then?โ€
โ€œYes, you will.โ€ You nodded. โ€œAnd dinner. Now go to sleep, Newt.โ€ย 
With another goodnight, you and Newt headed into your respective rooms to settle in and go to bed, an unusual day ahead of you.
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Despite waking up and starting your day with Newt as you usually would, it felt odd to split from him after Frypan served breakfast. It felt odd to not turn to him for casual conversation as you de-weeded the tomatoes and harvested carrots for tonightโ€™s dinner โ€” some sort of fried rice, you remember Frypan telling you at dinner last night.ย 
Your day passed in relative silence aside from occasional chatter with the track-hoes or receiving orders from Zart. You avoided Jason as best as you could, and it seemed his embarrassment from last night still lingered as he was determined to stay on the opposite side of the field, despite still staring at you when he got the chance.ย 
Sometime near the end of the day, youโ€™d run out of fertilizer, and as usual Zart had sent you with both buckets to refill them. The trek was definitely boring without Newt to talk to, but you managed to fill both buckets and head most of the way back without incident, injury, or going crazy in the silence of the deadheads.ย 
However, your luck was bound to run out at some point.ย 
Just as the rays of sunshine were poking out from the field ahead, you tripped on a particularly large tree root sticking out of the ground. Both buckets flung from your hands as you stuck them out, attempting to break your own fall. Pain radiated from your ankle, palms, and wrists as you landed harshly on the ground, staining your clothes and skin with dirt.ย 
After you processed what happened and pulled yourself up, you first inspected your palms. Wiping away the dirt, several scrapes and cuts revealed themselves, accompanied by irritated and angry skin surrounding them. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you tried your best to stand, but crumbled when you put weight on your right foot.ย 
Hissing, you pulled up your pant leg and tried to touch around the area, only bringing yourself more pain as you did so. Figuring out how to get out of here was going to be difficult, especially without abandoning the buckets of fertilizer. After some time, you managed to find a particularly large stick to support the weight you wouldโ€™ve put on your injured foot, hooked one bucket handle on the crook of your elbow, and took the other in your free hand.ย 
As best as you could manage, you brought the fertilizer to Zart, who quickly took notice of your condition.ย 
โ€œWhat the shuck happened to you?!โ€ He exclaimed as you shifted your weight.ย 
Looking down at your foot, you sighed. โ€œA large tree root got the jump on me, Zart. Now will you please help me to the Medjacks so I donโ€™t have to use this shucking stick anymore?โ€
Almost jumping into action, Zart wrapped an arm around your torso and pulled your right one around his neck, helping you along to the other side of the Glade. You were beginning to see now why he usually sent Newt with you.ย 
Upon reaching the Medjack hut, Clint and Jeff took over for Zart, ushering him away to get back to work. You were grateful for the Medjacks and the care they seemed to take with you. They made sure it was relatively painless for you as Clint examined your ankle and Jeff cleaned the cuts on your palms, keeping casual conversation with you as they did so.ย 
It was only as Clint was wrapping your ankle โ€” Jeff already having done so with the heels of your palms โ€” that Newt came barrelling into the room.ย 
โ€œWe were wondering where you were,โ€ Jeff quipped as he put away the roll of gauze heโ€™d just used.ย 
Newt ignored the other two people in the room and came to sit on the edge of your bed. โ€œWhat the bloody hell happened to you?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not like I almost died, Newt.โ€ You told him, but let him take your hands into his to look at. โ€œI was getting the fertilizer from the deadheads and tripped on a root. Itโ€™s nothing more than a twisted ankle, I promise.โ€
โ€œYou promised youโ€™d be fine today without me.โ€ Newt corrected you, and you couldnโ€™t help but chuckle.ย 
โ€œAnd I was. I just lost my footing to a root. Iโ€™ll be back up and running in a few days. Right, Clint?โ€
The boy at the end of the bed nodded, taping the tensor bandages into place. โ€œExactly. After three days of no work and constant elevation, youโ€™ll be just fine.โ€
Newt looked back at the boy. โ€œAre you sure?โ€
โ€œYes, I am.โ€ Clint said. โ€œIโ€™ll even have Jeff come check up on her twice a day to make sure her foot heals. Okay?โ€
Newt considered Clintโ€™s words for a moment before nodding. โ€œAlright.โ€ย 
Soon enough, the Medjackโ€™s left you and Newt alone in the treatment room. It was silent, and Newt still held your bandaged hands in his, not daring to say a word.ย 
โ€œAre you okay?โ€ You asked eventually, feeling that youโ€™d studied the boyโ€™s face enough to gather that he was still deeply upset and in thought.ย 
Newtโ€™s eyes snapped from your hands to make eye contact with you, and you could see the emotion pooling in his dark irises. โ€œI dunno. I know itโ€™s stupid, youโ€™ll be fine, butโ€ฆ you were hurt. On the one day I wasnโ€™t there with you.โ€
Turning your hands over in his, you grabbed his palms and squeezed. โ€œBut Iโ€™ll be fine, Newt. Look, Iโ€™m still healthy, arenโ€™t I? Breathing, talking. Thatโ€™s what matters. And itโ€™s not your fault, it was just a silly accident.โ€ย 
โ€œI know, I justโ€ฆ the thought of you getting hurt makes me want to go crazy.โ€ Newt admitted. โ€œYou being safe is all I care about.โ€ย 
Your heart stuttered in your chest as your face warmed. โ€œIโ€ฆ I didnโ€™t know it meant that much to you.โ€ย 
โ€œYou do.โ€ Newt stated. โ€œYou mean that much to me.โ€ย 
โ€œNewtโ€ฆโ€ you whispered. โ€œI think those slintheads were right.โ€
His face scrunched up. โ€œWhat dโ€™you mean?โ€
โ€œI thinkโ€ฆ I think I like you. A lot more than I realized.โ€ You gathered more courage with every word you spoke. โ€œNewtโ€ฆ I think Iโ€™m in love with you.โ€ย 
You watched his eyes widen as you spoke, hands still interlocked. Newt seemed to be stunned by your impromptu confession, and even you were surprised by it. Up until ten seconds ago, you were unaware of how big your feelings for Newt were, but now that they were out in the open, it was easy to see as you looked back on things. Your thoughts ran at a hundred miles a second, flashing with the memories you made with Newt and how close youโ€™d gotten over the past few years.ย ย 
It took you a second to pull away from the memories and realize that Newt had yet to respond.ย 
โ€œNewt?โ€ You called out, trying to get his attention. โ€œI shouldnโ€™t have said anything. Look, we donโ€™t have to do anything about it, we can forget it ever happenedโ€”โ€
โ€œNo.โ€ Newt interrupted. โ€œI donโ€™t want to do that.โ€ He adjusted his grip on your hands, stroking your knuckles with his thumbs. โ€œIโ€ฆ I love you, too. I think I have from the moment I met you.โ€ย 
Your lips stretched into a wide, blissful smile, and Newtโ€™s expression soon matched yours. Slowly, he leaned in closer to you, shortening the distance until his lips were inches from yours.ย 
โ€œCan I kiss you?โ€ He whispered.
โ€œIโ€™d like nothing more,โ€ you told him, and in seconds, his lips were on yours and your hand was touching the back of his neck and you were both in a state of bliss you could only dream of until now.ย 
You spent the next few hours with Newt, who sat next to you on the bed with an arm around your shoulders, talking mostly about how you both failed to notice your feelings toward each other for so long, occasionally disrupted by mini-makeouts. When the dinner bell rang, Newt promised to explain your injury to your friends and bring dinner for you both to eat in the Medjack hut.ย 
When Newt came back, two steaming bowls of chicken rice in hand, the blush on his face was unmistakable.ย 
โ€œWhat happened?โ€ You laughed as he passed you the bowl and sat on the bed. โ€œWhat did they say to you?โ€โ€™
โ€œThey didnโ€™t say anything.โ€ Newt corrected you. โ€œThey heard about my hauling ass across the Glade to get here from the council hall, thatโ€™s what. And they basically figured us out.โ€ย 
โ€œReally?โ€ You fake gasped. โ€œItโ€™s like theyโ€™ve been trying to tell us about this for the past two years or something.โ€
โ€œHa, ha,โ€ Newt rolled his eyes. โ€œEat your rice. After youโ€™re finished, Iโ€™ve got to take you to the Homestead.โ€ย 
โ€œMy hero,โ€ you smiled, and Newt couldnโ€™t help but to kiss you once more before you both dug into your meals.ย 
Once your ankle was healed, it was no surprise the uproar your friends caused when you were finally able to walk to breakfast hand in hand with Newt. After all, they had been waiting years for this.
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star--stilinski ยท 2 months ago
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I would absolutely LOVE to request a buzzcut stiles smut omg๐Ÿ˜ญ
If you are comfortable and if this is not too much detail could you write something about Stiles being insecure of his buzzcut thinking it makes him unattractive but when he tells his other bsf/reader sheโ€™s like flabbergasted and tells him how hot it makes him and it makes him all cocky. Then heโ€™d probably like ask her is sheโ€™s serious and when she says yes finally act on his feelings. Maybe soft smut? If that is okay
HALLELUIAH YES GAWDDDD i love this sm omg
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stiles frowns at his reflection. scott is ranting in the school bathroom again, but it's all stuff stiles has already heard before and he's distracted anyway. he runs an absent hand over his short hair before following a still-rambling scott out of the bathroom and down the hall.
it's been getting on his nerves lately, how slow his hair is growing. he thought it was pretty cool at first, until he was slapped in the face with the reality of his best friend getting girls left and right and leaving stiles completely dry. not that it's scott's fault- he's just easy to get jealous of with this kind of thing.
"dude, are you even listening?" scott abruptly stops and whirls on stiles. "you've been dead silent for, like, three minutes."
"yeah, i heard you. but it's a little hard to care about your girlfriend strife when she actively wants to sleep with you. speaking of,"
allison is leaning against a locker, watching scott with a dreamy look. she waves and smiles softly, leaving scott to return the smile-wave combo with a lot less charisma.
"listen," stiles sighs, trying to keep the bite of envy out of his tone, "you probably just need to talk to her. girls love confidence. just, i dunno," he waves wildly with his hands. "do that."
scott squints at him. "i think that might be the worst advice you've ever given me."
"worse than killing derek?"
"possibly. now, i'm gonna go-" scott throws a look towards allison and swallows thickly, "figure that out. i'll see you."
stiles calls after him; "don't be an idiot! remember i'm living vicariously through you right now!"
once scott and allison are far enough down the hall, he rubs a hand over his hair again and huffs. stupid, stupid freshman stiles and his bad hair decisions.
"you're gonna rub right through your skull."
"GAH!" stiles jumps back from you, snapped out of his spiraling thoughts. you laugh at him behind your hand, looking up through your pretty lashes. "jesus, your footsteps are like feathers. i need to put a bell on you."
that makes you frown, shoulder-checking him as you start walking. "you're just not used to anything other than two-left-feet scott mccall. i have perfectly regular footsteps."
he jogs to catch up with you as you make your way to the school parking lot, eyeing your choice of shorts. your legs being out is a big plus for his racing mind today.
"hey, you busy today? scott ditched me to go play loverbirds and i don't want to do my homework." he hums, pushing one of the heavy doors open and letting you through.
"hmm, that depends, do you have food at your house?"
"not even a little," he smirks at the almost-yes as you both trot through the empty lot towards his jeep. "that's why we're getting drive thru."
"who's paying?"
"who do you think?"
you cheer excitedly as he unlocks the jeep.
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you're sat criss-cross on stiles' bed as he paces, tracking his movement with your eyes. he's on a tangent about scott, actually, and how his decision-making skills are subpar. you're listening intently with a tilted head, watching his hands flex as he talks, and the way his biceps bulge without his flannel on, and how his jawline is so sharp-
"and girls are confusing, y'know? sorry, no offense, it's just-" this catches your attention, making your eyes flit up to his as they dart around the room. "it's just that you're all so... so... what do you guys even want? can't be money, because scott has a girlfriend. can't be personality, because jackson has a girlfriend. definitely can't be looks, because i'm pretty sure greenburg is going out with abby right now."
he sighs and turns on you, taking a dangerous step closer to the bed. his brow is upturned, eyes pleading, lips parted.
"it's this stupid buzzcut, isn't it?"
you blink, just once, before squinting. "what?"
"my hair, it's so-" he pushes a frustrated hand through it, and his jaw clenches. "so not hot."
and when he says it, with his narrowed eyes all sharp and his pink lips pressed together, you think for a moment he must be joking. "...what?"
he turns his glare onto you. "you know what i mean, okay? it's unattractive, it must be. i mean, i go completely unnoticed-"
"wait, you actually mean to tell me you think your buzzcut is ugly?"
stiles huffs, clearly not liking the bluntness of his feelings being laid out. "that it makes me ugly, yeah."
this makes you pause. maybe you're a minority, but when stiles drives his jeep and starts talking fast about something nerdy, you imagine climbing into his lap and making him crash the car. one time you two were arguing while he was in his lacrosse uniform and you genuinely wanted to offer to suck his dick. and even right now, with his too-tight t-shirt and his frustrated face, you want to ask him to take his frustration out on you... in- in a hot way. you may have gone a little far with that one-
"would you stop looking at me like that?" he snips, eyes darting over your whole face and then your body like he's looking for the off switch. you frown up at where he stands.
"like what? i'm just in disbelief."
he rolls his eyes. "like you're gonna tackle me. it's weird, after what i just told you."
"well, maybe i do want to tackle you." oh shit, that was supposed to stay in your head! quick, make it look like it was on purpose! "the buzzcut doesn't make you ugly."
his face screws up in confusion. "well, then, what does it make me?"
"hot."
you both kinda falter, like there's nowhere to go from here. his mouth gapes open and you watch his cheeks grow pinker, much similar to your own. and since you've already dug the hole and he doesn't seem too bothered, you make it an inch or two deeper.
"you're pretty hot, stiles. i mean, you hang around scott and stay in your room, so it's not like you're around enough girls for them to tell you. and you never ask me, so... that's probably why you're unaware."
he gapes at you, a hand going to his hair like it has a whole new purpose to him. "i didn't know asking you was an option...."
"apparently it is." you shrug. your oversized t-shirt and shorts suddenly seem not pretty enough for where this conversation seems to be going, but it's too late to linger on that thought now. anyway, his eyes are on you like sniper lasers... or something... and he takes another step closer to you.
"okay, um... i'm asking you."
you raise your eyebrows. what, he just wants you to lament on how sexy he is? you're not that easy, he's probably going to use that information to chase the skirts of some long, skinny-legged girl at school. besides, there's not even that much to-
"please." he hums.
you swallow, turning your face away from him. "okay, well, you've got the whole secretly smart guy thing going on. and your nose is really nice. mix that with the way your eyes are...-"
"my eyes are what?"
you glance up to glare at his impatience. he tilts his head at you, and you swear you can see a mischievous glint in those stupid, stupid (aggravatingly sexy) eyes. bastard.
"they're, um, provocative. when you're frustrated. or focused." you turn your eyes awayyyy from his reaction, for your own safety. "and your jaw is nice, so. plus your hands-"
"my hands?"
"are you gonna keep interrupting me? 'cause i'll stop." you gripe up at him, but looking back up was a big mistake. his cheeks are tinted pink but his mouth is quirked up into a knowing little smirk, like your embarrassment is suddenly clay for him to play with. yeah, no. you are not getting stuck in this position with stiles. "okay, yeah, that's enough."
"no, nonononono wait." he crosses the rest of the distance to crouch in front of the bed, looking up at you. "i'm sorry. i'm just not used to this. or you, like this." his hand rests atop your knee. "i won't even react. keep going, just a bit?"
you pout and look at his hand as his thumb rubs back and forth on your bare skin. it's warm and relaxing and makes your whole body burn hot when his hand inches up your thigh just barely. you look back up at him, but his face is earnest, promising. you sigh.
"your buzzcut makes you look good."
his eyebrows inch up his forehead.
"really good."
stiles grins.
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you're not really sure if you left stiles' house or escaped it, after that. all you know is that last night did some serious damage to your ego... and some serious maintenance to his. as you leave school, your mind replays the series of events and the blush that has been plaguing your cheeks and making you overheat returns.
dammit! you had to avoid stiles all day because of this stupid embarrassment. which proved difficult, since you guys had plenty of classes together and ate lunch with each other every day since forever. you slap your cheeks as you shoulder your way past the school doors and into the parking lot, glancing over at the field where lacrosse practice is in full swing.
your eyes catch on something odd, and coach's voice fades into the background when the image registers in your mind. stiles is leaning on the fence with his helmet in hand, sweat making his skin glow and a cocky look on his face. he's leaned over the fence, chatting up three soccer girls, who all seem very interested in whatever he's saying.
this, unfortunately, does not make you happy. but alas, what are you going to do? pull him away by the ear and chastise him for... talking to girls? you just wish you hadn't said anything about his stupid buzzcut (which looks unrealistically good with his lacrosse uniform).
all three of the girls throw their heads back laughing. and it's not even, like, pretty girl flirtatious laughter. it's loud, and one of the girls slaps her friend's arm. you want to rip the arm off.
but you keep walking instead, because you decided the bus was too much and walking home was the best option. better than standing in the parking lot, staring like a creep as your best friend (who you want to messy-make-out with) finally gets girls (who you want dead).
this is going to be a pathetic walk home.
you barely get to the end of the parking lot when you hear stiles shout your name as loud as he can.
part of you wants to stomp your feet and cry, or ignore him (as if the echo didn't reverberate off of the school building), or flip him off. like a middle schooler. because right now, you don't want to deal with the humiliation of telling stiles (through mumbles and attitude) how hot he is and how badly you want him to fuck you into his mattress, only for him to use you as matchmaker for hotter, more experienced girls.
but you're not a child, and he's still your best friend. plus, his lacrosse uniform.... yum.
jesus christ, you need a drink. there is no way that thought just consciously happened.
you drag your feet walking back, and the soccer girls skip off with their ponytails swinging. stiles is smiling all big and bright when you finally reach him. you are not smiling at all. "you needed me?"
"yeah, i wanted to know if you were coming over tonight." he stands taller than you, and his buzzcut looks so touchable right now, you want to bend him down to your level and run your fingers through it. you blink up at him as you stare, and the silence stretches. his hand comes up to the back of his neck. "uhh, just 'cause i could help you with the homework we skipped yesterday-" he interrupts himself. "are you okay?"
"i'm fine. for both. the homework and the question." you press your thumb into your palm and turn towards the lacrosse field, away from his searching eyes and worried lips. "see you tomorrow, yeah?"
you start to back away from him when he steps forward, the fence catching him from coming closer to you. "well i just- you should come over. i want you to."
"stiles, i can't wait for lacrosse practice to end-"
"i'll skip. they don't even need me." he clenches his jaw when you look back at him. there's a determination in his eyes you've never seen directed at you, and it makes your stomach flip. you've never fell victim to being his prey before, when he wants something so he gets it. the feeling is unrivaled. his lips part. "please."
you can feel your cheeks flush. why does that always have to work on you?
"okay, alright, no need to beg." you nod your head to his jeep, on the far side of the parking lot. "let's go."
he does a subtle fist pump that he doesn't think you see, and hops the fence to follow you, leaving literally everything in the locker room except his car keys. "how was your day?"
you glance up at him, but only for a second when you see how he's staring. all curious and excited, probably from the attention he was getting from those soccer girls. your lips press together in distaste before you even realize.
"it was fine." you shrug, watching as he gets ahead of you to open the passenger door. "got an A on mrs. martin's project."
stiles hums in approval, which may or may not make your lower stomach fizz with butterflies. then he closes your door and makes the short jog to his side, clambering inside. "good job. you hungry?"
you shake your head as he pulls out of the parking lot, doing your best to ignore the vein in his neck when he looks over his shoulder as he backs out, hand resting on your seat. yeah, you totally don't notice that. "no thanks, i'm okay."
"are you sure? i didn't see you at lunch. or english. or-"
"i wasn't feeling well today."
this shuts him up, but not in a good way. you feel his eyes on you, even as he drives, and it makes you squirm a bit. but he doesn't comment on your icy tone, and you drive the rest of the way in silence.
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in fact, you're silent all the way up to his room, where you toss your bag in the corner and toe your shoes off. stiles huffs out a sigh and scrubs over his buzzcut self-consciously, tracking you with his eyes as you trail aimlessly around his room and admire the things on his walls.
he's been dying to ask it. he has to. the girls on the soccer team said... he squeezes his eyes shut while you're turned away, repeating what they said to him in his head for nth time. just be honest, and confident. that's what you'd want.
stiles takes bold strides across the room right up to you. he gives you enough room to turn around and face him, but not much more.
"hey."
you scrunch your face up just a bit in confusion. "...hi?"
he clears his throat, his jaw flexing on it's own accord. "the...- okay, when you said my buzzcut makes me look really good-"
"stiles," you scoff and push past him, walking to the middle of his room as a means of escape. "i'm not doing this with you."
"no, wait, doing what?" he scurries around you to face you again, holding you lightly by the shoulders. "waitwaitwait. you gotta let me-"
"no. stop." you're embarrassed, he can tell now. the way you turn your face away and narrow your brow, he never knew he'd be able to read you so well. but he's doing it now, and he's not happy with what he's seeing.
"no, you stop. let me ask you what i want to ask, alright?" he huffs through his nose, and watches as you seem to come to attention. it gives him an odd thrill to see you react so readily when he corrects you. "are you gonna listen to me?"
you glare up at him for a second too long before nodding slowly. he nods too, and in a impatient, annoyed tone, he grumbles: "good."
and then stiles watches your eyes flicker as you fluster much more than he expected. he didn't think much of the words when he was saying them, but here you both are, weirdly into it. he blinks hard to clear his head.
"when you said my buzzcut makes me look 'really good'," he repeats, "did you mean really good to you or to other people?"
he feels you shift your weight by the movement of your shoulders. looking away, you hum, "i don't understand why this is important to you."
stiles narrows his eyes. "yes you do. you know you're into me and you just wont say it."
you snap your eyes to his and take a challenging step forward. "who said i'm into you? just because i said you're good looking doesn't mean you get to use me as some matchmaking machine. i won't inflate your ego just so you can hook up with popular girls, stiles. you can't-"
"i'm not asking so you can inflate my ego." stiles takes a step towards you, making you step back. "i'm asking because i want to know if you were serious." another step. "because i want you to think that about me." another step, and your back hits the wall.
you watch, doe eyed, as stiles brings a hand up to push some of your hair away from your face. his eyes meet yours, but dip down when your lips part. he swallows.
"so," stiles hums, towering over you. "were you being serious?"
stiles watches in awe as your pretty mouth forms around his new favorite word.
"yes."
he half expects himself to tear both of your clothes off and go wild. but his body moves on its own accord; taking your face gently in his hands, kissing you like you're made of glass. when you reciprocate eagerly, he feels his pants start to strain. fuck. seriously? can you please pretend you've had at least some action before?
he can't believe he has to talk his dick down when he's kissing you.
pressing you back up against his bedroom wall, he feels goosebumps rise as your nails rake lightly over his buzz, and it makes him hum. stiles gently removes one hand from the curve of your jaw and slides it onto your hip instead. he loves your hips. he loves them even more when his hands are on them, apparently, because the feeling of it is otherworldly.
what's even better, though, is when your tongue collides with his and you let out a small noise. it's high-pitched and whiney, and it almost makes him finish prematurely. he licks eagerly into your mouth to try and draw it out of you again, but you seem to silence yourself from embarrassment. this does not fly with stiles. his knee draws forward and splits your thighs apart, resting in between them, and he moves down to kiss at your neck. he'll make you whine again, he's sure of it.
"wait," you breathe out. he almost doesn't catch it, too busy with the way your skin feel on his lips and how he has you up against his wall, breathless and pliant. but he pulls back (albeit reluctantly) and meets your dazed look with one of his own.
"what? is this okay? do you wanna stop?" he might actually die on the spot if you want to stop. but he'd do it, for you. his hand massages your hip where he's got you gently pinned, and he watches as it visibly makes you sway (swoon, but you'd never admit that).
"no, no. but, your dad-"
"he's out."
"he could get home anytime."
"we can be quick. we don't have to do anything more than this right now."
"stiles," you're laughing at him. it's airy, and mostly just a teasing smile, but you're still laughing at him. "are you just saying that to get me in your bed? i mean..."
your thigh, which is in between his because of his being in between yours, slides up and presses lightly against his hard-on. his jaw goes slack as the unexpected pressure washes pleasure all over his nerves, and his shoulders bend over for a moment as his hips react on their own. he stops himself, thoroughly embarrassed, and glares at you. you giggle behind your hand, raising an eyebrow. "how're you gonna say you don't want anything below the collar with that going on?"
he pushes your thigh away, shaking his head. "i never said i didn't want anything more, i said we don't have to do anything more. plus, you're the one making the noises and touching me and... so, if anything, this isn't even my fault." stiles gestures vaguely to his dick.
"i'm flattered." you deadpan, before your hand trails from his chest to his stomach. he watches in awe, still half disbelieving that he got you here. you hook your fingers into his waistband and look up at him. "promise your dad wont walk in on us?"
"can you not talk about my dad while turning me on?" he groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. "swear on my life, you have nothing to worry about."
you nod and lean back against the wall, tugging him by his pants to meet you there. he follows suit, lining his body against yours as he kisses you, hands on your hips with yours running through his buzz. he captures your lower lip in his teeth and gently as he can, and you make another short, high-pitched noise again. his dick twitches in his pants.
"you wanna, um," you suck in a breath as he kisses your neck, "move to the bed?"
"yes," he sighs, and immediately pulls your hips forward and directs you to his bed. when you drop onto it and scoot back, stiles hesitates. your hair is a bit messy, lips are full, and your eyes have a glint in them he's never seen before. he's assaulted with the thought of you being his wife and having his kids and growing old and dying together, and then he blinks it away. jesus christ, you're a powerful woman.
he wants to do anything to make you look like this all the time. needy, pretty, all your insecurities and doubts kissed right off of your lips, even if it's just for a bit. is this what being horny is going to be like for him now? is he gonna be a sap when you want to fuck?
stiles crawls over you slowly, laying you back against his pillows. you're excited and it shows, and you're both smiling when he kisses you this time.
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he's a mess for days after, head full of the faces you make when he touches you just right, the noises coming from your mouth when you finish. the feeling of skin on skin, the picture perfect look of you wearing his shirt after. it takes scott about two and a half seconds to scrunch up his nose and make a disgusted face at stiles when he starts thinking it. your beauty is just seeping out of him, like he soaked you up and now every werewolf in a one hundred mile radius can smell the lovesick puppy on him.
you want to go on dates, too. real ones, all the time, and you think he's hot and cute and sometimes pretty, which is confusing to him but he likes it anyway. and he wants to save up his money so he can take you to a fancy restaurant. and he is so whipped.
which he's fine with. as long as it's for you. honestly, he's fine with almost anything, as long as it's for you.
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i didn't write smut and i apologize but my writing process is to blackout while my fingers fly across my keyboard like i'm a hacker spy until i come to and there's a story on the screen. so. smut didn't happen naturally so it ain't gonna happen at all, i guess. i dunno. ask writing star, not editing star. sorry i've been so absent, holidays is super busy with extended family and such. wish me luck. xoxo!!!
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BONUS!! stiles asks some poor soccer girls for help before you went to his house after lacrosse practice. the advice is... really somethin'.
"hey, um, lily?" he had to guess the name of the girl jogging past, but he got it right. she stopped and approached him skeptically, glancing at her two friends in front of her.
"yeah?" she threaded her fingers through the fence as he strided the rest of the distance to her. her two friends had begun making their way over as well. she had to squint past the sun as she stared at him. "what's up?"
"hi, hey, we have bio together. fourth period? i've sat behind you all sememster?"
her face showed no recognition.
"...anyway, i have a question. actually, i can ask all three of you. since you're, um, girls."
her two friends had approached at that point, and looked equally as put off by stiles as lily did. he cleared his throat and started on his ramble:
"so, let's say i'm best friends with this girl, and i like her. like, a lot. and she's kinda totally way out of my leauge, but we never talk about it because she doesn't see things like that anyway. and one day i get on a rant about girls and how confusing they are because, y'know," he gestured to his face like it was a tell of itself, "and she says that my biggest insecurity- err, physically- is actually really hot. and she says my hands are sexy. and my eyes are seductive. and she's like, kinda blushing a lot? but she blushes anyway about stuff around me so it doesn't really-"
"she likes you." one of lily's friends piped up behind her. "if that's what you're asking."
"are you sure? i'm not her type, plus-"
"dude," sighed the other one. the three girls shared a look, making stiles gulp. "girls don't call guys' hands sexy unless they're dying to have them in their mouth."
"mazie!" lily whirled around to slap her friend's shoulder, which did absolutely nothing to censor her. when she turned back to stiles, it was apologetically. "sorry, but she's got a point."
he slumped onto the fence in relief. "you think so? i want to put my hands in her mouth, if she's asking for that."
"nice." mazie nodded as the other two girls made noises of disgust. ignoring them, mazie continued. "honestly, she probably likes you but thinks you don't like her. especially if you're chatting up three soccer girls, looking like that."
the only girl stiles hadn't gotten the name of nodded solemly, and lily put her hands on her hips, determined. "okay, skinhead. how're you gonna confess?"
stiles smiles awkwardly. "uh, i'll just tell her when she comes over tonight?"
lily barked out a laugh, and her two friends followed suit. it was loud, like three crows making fun of him while they toss their heads back. it ended abruptly, too, and lily glared daggers at him in the silence. "no, idiot."
stiles whimpered a little "oh."
"girls love confidence." the unnamed girl declared, tilting her head. "when i flirt with girls i always make them like, say how hot i am. always gets them going."
"god," lily scrunched her nose, "are you both ovulating? we do not need to know all of that."
"so... what should i do?" stiles blinked at them, and they refocused their attention on him.
"be confident. be honest. that's always a rare, and hot, trait in a guy." lily said, before her eyes roved over him analytically. "anyway, you're attractive. it'll be fine."
"he's attractive?" the unnamed girl said, making all three of them laugh again. lily slapped her arm, and stiles let himself get distracted as his eye caught on someone walking across the parking lot.
oh, it's you.
his body feels a bit warmer, buzzing with nervous energy, as he shouts your name.
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soulmates!
matching puzzle pieces: mimicking you unconsciously away from home
itoshi rin x reader: fluff, drabble, pro!player rin (after nel arc), long distance relationship, yearning/longing, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated!
one thing rin has learnt whilst overseas is that you and him might really be connected by souls, by ribs, and by heart perhaps too.
strict routines heโ€™s stuck to since he was just fourteen โ€” wake up, open the windows, take deep breaths, stretching, yoga, mediation shifted in its own ways to accommodate you back when he had first gotten together with you: to waking up and looking at you with the light outside from the windows shining perfectly at your face that makes him gulp a little, staring hard and long whilst tracing your face as gently as possible, indulging in the sugary-sweet moment before returning back to his routine like a robot. its what heโ€™s used to, what heโ€™s comfortable enough, what he knows. and recently, heโ€™s been mimicking you, he thinks: closing his eyes immediately at the bright light in his room the same way you bury your face in his face when you first wake up away from the โ€œbrightโ€ lights in his room, drinking a cup of coffee that he swore he wouldnโ€™t drink despite making it for you every morning like clockwork albeit with much less sugar than you would have added, and opening his phone the first thing he does right after it all the same way you open your phone and flash him essentially in his bedroom with your bright phone screen that illuminates the now matching photo of you and him beaming at the camera the day he left.
maybe its rinโ€™s way of feeling your presence in his life now that its back to before he met you ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ just him and football, wearing a different but similarly stuffy and claustrophobic football jersey that marks his name at the back of it. bitter coffee that still smells like the kitchen that brings him back memories of you and him attempting to fix the coffee machine whilst laughing together, your smile imprinted in his mind, phone screen that still makes him unconsciously grin even though its been months since heโ€™s left japan of that selfie with yours and his cheeks squished against each other, beaming at the camera as though it would be the last time right before he enters the gate to somewhere else that he wonders if you too look at it a little longer before you enter your phone, or hand sanitizer that smells exactly like the one you used to use, and gave to him whenever you two were out together that reminds him of home, reminds him of you.
and heโ€™s sure his teammates dont miss the subtle changes to him. how his diet has changed strangely โ€” desserts that fill his meal and sweets that he munches on in the dorm room that he used to buy from the convenience store for you to eat together in class and then in his room that tastes a little less sweet now that its not from your mouth to his, hotter food that youโ€™ve made him grown used to in contrast to his old days eating leftovers and microwaveable meals from the fridge that still burns his tongue a little, sticking out his tongue as though heโ€™s on field at the temperature even now the same way you do too, picking at his vegetable unconsciously the same way you do before pushing it onto his plate whilst smiling, each pickled vegetable even now resembling you in his mind as he pushes it around his plate. how heโ€™s behaving all strangely too in contrast to the rin who they met just a few weeks ago at neo egoist league โ€” how heโ€™s more accustomed to laughing in the same tone you do, having to cup his mouth at the realisation, looking away awkwardly before being tackled by shidou (that broke out into half a fight), how he fiddles even more with his things than before as though they were your hands that he finds comfort in interlocking and fiddling with whilst lying right beside yours, how he looks a little longer at his phone screen that almost made shidou grab his phone (to his luck, he managed to dodge the attack and not get into a fight whilst in it: messaging you that as though expecting a praise). or even just the way he talks now โ€” the tone and accent melting and merging into yours and his own mid sentence, your catchphrases popping out of his mouth unconsciously like bubblegum that draws strange looks (they dont understand it, he thinks), references to yours and by extension his favourite games and shows that flies by everyone elseโ€™s head that he misses your laugh that should ring along with his lame jokes.
and rinโ€™s even more sure that the media doesnt miss how heโ€™s changed from just that few weeks. how his closet doesnโ€™t quite fit him right โ€” sanrio and chikawa sweaters that are both a little too tight to have belonged to him and a little uncharacteristic for him to sport on his day out, silver necklaces that they just cant see the heart of, chalking it up to a new impulsive purchase despite him never wearing any in his winning match, silly keychains on the bag he brings out that catches the camera flash just right into the newspapers. how his last interview went even: seeming more nervous whilst attempting to make eye contact with the camera (knowing youre watching him live), stuttering a little too much whilst answering a question about romantic relationship, how his glued up paper ring catches the whole internet. how his internet presence (without PR) reflects something the internet wants to dig a little more โ€” from his instagram stories about another game win whether that be on valorant or league of legends with a duo with a censored tag (of yours), screenshots of movies and shows heโ€™s watching with the side of facetime featuring your face censored with colour brushes from the tools section, outfit pictures that are first vetted by you and then posted with a uncharacteristically cute water bottle you bought for him as a joke that he still uses to this very day.
its now that he canโ€™t be fully with you that rin wonders if heโ€™s taken advantage of all these years youโ€™ve been there for him, each memory haunts him through his own unconscious movements, speech and thoughts: as though youโ€™ve fully melted yourself on him, your soul and his intertwined and ribs replacing each others: becoming one another. missing, longing is not a strong enough word for it all โ€” heartache when he lies in his bed all alone yearning for your warmth hands that lingers on his body, cuddling him at night that makes him dream of days long after his career in a small apartment all decorated by whatever you want living a life with just you and him, that tightening of his heart whenever he sees you in his everyday life: those red roses that he used to buy from the school shop, any song form the playlist you and him collated that he plays everyday, every second he can, things youโ€™ve bought for him that heโ€™s brought along this practically eons long trip to france, the dryness in his mouth when he looks at your face through facetime: noting every single changes from the way your fringe has gotten longer, to the small leftover seaweed bites form the corner of your mouth, wondering how you were just so perfect in his eyes. its not human he feels: this hunger and craving he feels deep in his ribs, in his guts, in his very bone and blood, every second he counts, every day he strikes off from his calendar, every football match he wins just for a chance for you and him to reunite.
and this time, heโ€™s sure of one thing, no matter what his PR agency thinks, no matter what fans thinks, no matter what the world thinks: rin wants to kiss you, melting his lips against yours as he holds up the winning world cup trophy, in front of the whole field, in front of the whole audience, in front of the whole world โ€” because if thereโ€™s anything he knows now is that you and him are one matching puzzle piece, you and him are one soul merged together dictated by the universe, you and him are meant to be: and heโ€™ll love you for the rest of eternity.
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Could you write a fic where the reader gets the flare instead of Newt and pls make it really angsty
๐™ป๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž | ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐šก ๐š๐šŽ๐š– ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›
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๐’Ž๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’•
๐’‚/๐’: ๐’€๐’†๐’” ๐‘ฐ ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐‘ฐ ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’‚ ๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’†. ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’„๐’“๐’‚๐’›๐’š ๐’Š๐’ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’† ๐’๐’ˆ๐’, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’†๐’” ๐‘ฐ ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’˜๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐‘ต๐’†๐’˜๐’• ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’š๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’Š๐’…๐’†๐’‚๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’† ๐‘ฐ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’…๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’š ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐‘ต๐’†๐’˜๐’•, ๐’๐’“ ๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’๐’Ž๐’‚๐’”.
๐’”๐’–๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’‚๐’“๐’š: ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’†๐’“/๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘ต๐’†๐’˜๐’•, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’†๐’๐’… ๐’–๐’‘ ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž. ๐‘ฏ๐’๐’˜ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’•? ๐‘พ๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’“๐’š, ๐’๐’“ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’† ๐’–๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž?
๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’”: ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ ๐’Š๐’•'๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’”๐’•๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’“๐’“๐’š, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†. ๐‘ป๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’…๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’‰, ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’„๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’Œ๐’”, ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘พ๐‘ฐ๐‘ช๐‘ฒ๐‘ฌ๐‘ซ, ๐’š๐’†๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’–๐’”๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’๐’…๐’š. ๐‘ฐ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’•๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’.
๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’•: ๐Ÿ‘.๐Ÿ•๐’Œ
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It had been a couple of weeks since you all had gotten rescued from the maze, and since you found out that WICKED were the ones to do just that. Being on the run was no picnic, one of the reasons being because you were an awful runner or more so you had almost zero stamina, and also the fact that everything that was wrong with the world was running through your veins as well.
You had noticed it almost instantly, the way you wouldn't be able to catch your breathing, sure you had bad stamina but it was never that bad, you felt dizzier rather fast and your mood swings were all over the place. You didn't think much of it until you saw your arms, the black veins were a clear sign of how far gone you were.
It did scare you, maybe more than you let yourself believe but you were also so tired. So tired of running from one bad person to the next, it felt as if this world was full of nothing but bad people, you truly didn't know if you'd find what the other gladers were searching for. A safe place. Away from the people who wanted you for nothing other than what was in your blood.
You hadn't told anyone what was going on. You knew if you did they would do anything to keep you from dying this way. Maybe even postpone getting back Minho. And you couldn't let them do that, he was the one person who gave you hope in the glade, who told you he would get you out alive. And you believed him. He kept that promise, and now you'd do anything to get him out alive as well, even if that meant sacrificing yourself.
But the thing was, if you did do just that, there would be one person who would never forgive you. He would do just about anything for you, he would even take this flare if it meant you would get to live. He had always talked about how it would be if you finally got out of the maze, but you knew it had nothing to do with the life he wanted. No, it was your life he was so worried about. He said that you deserved a life far beyond the glade walls, a normal life.
But nothing was normal about this life, in fact the glade walls gave you more normality than this dump. In all honesty you missed the glade, missed the laughs, the friends you had to leave behind. At least there were times when life felt okay, but now it always felt like a struggle to keep moving, and there were no times when life felt okay.
The only times life felt just a little bit better was with him. You could tell Newt felt the same you did, in fact they all did, but he never showed it. He would always try to make you smile, laugh, distract you from the world you all came to know. Your feelings for him would grow just that much more when he would do that. And you hated it.
Newt was the one person that you had to tell, but he was also the only person you couldn't. He would drag you off to find a cure, back to Vince and force him to heal you. But you couldn't do that, Minho needed you all, and you couldn't just leave him in that place to rot.
"You know this isn't what I thought the world would be like," Newt's voice cut through the silence. "I thought the maze was the worst it could get. You know," He turned to face you, his dark eyes meeting yours, a half smile on his face. "I actually thought our parents would be out here, looking for us."
"Maybe they are," You replied, your gaze moving over the broken down buildings, wondering how everything used to look before the world went to shit.
"I don't think things work out like that for us," His voice grew soft, his hand coming up to tuck away a stray hair behind your ear which caused your whole body to warm. "But they should, at least for some of us," you turned to face him, the look in his eyes causing your heart to flutter. It was as if every time you looked into his eyes, they would just automatically grow soft. When you first met him you thought that was just the person he was, but then you saw how they shown different for you. You never knew why.
And you were starting to hate the way he would look at you, as if you were the only person in the world, the only one who he would not just die for, but kill for. Soon enough you would be gone, and he would blame himself endlessly. You knew you had a deep love for Newt, one that you would never feel for anyone else, but those feelings would fade away with your soul.
"You need to stop looking at me as if you're in love with me," And there it was, the words you never wanted to say. But you just couldn't keep them to yourself anymore, someone had to know, and if you didn't tell him then did you truly love him at all.
"What?" His expression switched like a blink of an eye. He pulled away a little, his eyes turning concerned. For a second he looked as if he was about to deny it, tell you it was all in your head, that he wasn't in love with you, you were just a good friend. But then he sighed, and it looked as if he was about to confess to something you already knew. "How can I not,"
The words were so soft, and for some odd reason they hit deeper than they should have. You were silent for a little, your eyes locked on his as he poured out his feelings through that gaze alone. But you shook your head, your hands covering his eyes. He wasn't allowed to look at you like that when you could very well become a monster next week.
"Stop it Newt-"
"Why? You know that I've loved you for years. I never tried to hide it," He took your hand off his face, holding it more gently than you even thought possible. "And I know you feel the same. Why would that ever be a bad thing-"
"Because," You couldn't seem to finish the sentence, you wanted to, your mouth was open but the words were stuck in your throat, refusing to come out, refusing to destroy the only boy you had ever come to love.
"You can't even give a reason-"
"I can! But you won't understand why I kept it from you!" This caught his attention, worry and fear coating his whole face.
"Whatโ€ฆ what are you talking about?" He knew. Of course he did, it was obvious, especially to him, someone who spent as much time with you as he has. But he was to scared to uncover it for what it really was, and you didn't want to be the one to spell it out for him.
Your eyes turned sad causing his breathing to get faster. "I'm sorry Newt," He shook his head slightly, looking as if he was about to have some kind of panic attack. But before he got the chance to do that, someone bursted through the roof door.
"We have a way in,"
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"Okay this is crazy," You whisper yelled to Gally as your eyes frantically snapped to a bound Tressa, who had a bag over her head. You didn't even know how they got her here without causing some big commotion, it was a ridiculous plan that would most likely not work. None of you should trust her, she was the reason you were all in this mess to begin with. Why on earth would she agree to help if she didn't agree from the start. She was the one who got Minho captured, and who knew what she was doing to him behind closed doors.
"This is the only way in Y/N. Do you want this whole trip to be for nothing? Or do you wanna get Minho back?" Gally whisper yelled back, his finger pointing to your face, as it always was when he tried to prove a point. At any other time you would've grabbed it and tried to break it, but you stayed quiet because this did seem like the only way in. "If youโ€™ve got a better plan, Iโ€™m all ears. Otherwise, shut it and let me handle this.โ€
"Fine, but don't say anything stupid. If that's even possible for you," Without waiting for his response, you turned on your heel and stalked back toward the group. The others were seated in a loose semi-circle, all eyes fixed on Tressa like she might explode at any second. They looked as wary as you felt, but none of them said a word as Gally asked Newt to remove the bag from her head.
You and Gally had a strained relationship and never really got along in the glade, maybe because you were the first girl and he hated change, but you knew it was only because you had accidentally broken three of his fingers while training to become a builder.
You felt Newts glare before you even turned your eyes up, you could feel how mad he was at you from miles away, and Newt was rarely madโ€”especially at you.
Newt tugged the bag from Teresa's head, she blinked, adjusting to the sudden light, but your eyes stayed on Newt as he stalked back towards you.
He clutched the bag as if it would turn back time to the day you found out, as if he held it any tighter it would've made you gone straight to him with the news. But it didn't, and Newt could be as mad as he wanted, it wouldn't turn back time, and even if it did, you would've done the same thing over again.
You turned away when he took a seat next to you, his anger radiating off of his form, almost sucking out the air in your lungs. But you didn't say a word, and just watched as Gally spoke to Teresa, a little surprised that he threatened to cut her finger off but you didn't much care if he did. So long as you got Minho back.
Soon enough she agreed, and one by one you all got the chips out of your necks with a lot of reassurance from Thomas that she wouldn't just cut your throats while she was at it. Newts harsh stare was on you the whole time Teresa was cutting you open, a cloth in his hand as he dabbing the place where she took his chip.
You didn't know weather to glare back or just ignore him, you could understand why he was mad, you knew you would be furious if he did the same to you but it was over and done with, his anger would only make it worse from here. So you opted to just give him a blank stare, but that only seemed to make it worse.
Because after you were done, and began getting ready to go into the city, Newt came rushing towards you. No one was in the room, so it was just the two of you. Which let Newt almost yell at you from his place in front of you.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked, grabbing the gun you were just about to reload out of your grasp, his stare almost as piercing as a sward.
"I was reloading my gun," You snipped back, trying to grab it out of his hands.
"No you're not," He said as he moved the gun further out so you wouldn't be able to grab it. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying hard not to lose your temper. "You wanna know why?"
"Why?"
"Because you aren't coming with us-"
"Oh please Newt don't make me laugh. I'm not just gonna sit here while you idiots go into WICKED alone-"
"Yes you are. You aren't fit to go out there-"
"Fit?"
"Yes fit. Look at your state, you can barely keep up with the rest of us, you would only be putting yourself in danger if you come-"
"I'm not gonna let you all go without me understand? The only way I'm staying is if you tie me to a chair, otherwise I'm shucking coming!" Newt's anger seemed to grow like a wildfire, fems looked to be coming out of his ears, and his eyes looked almost as if he would be the one to kill you before the flare even had the chance too.
"You are one of the most selfish people I've ever met," Your brows furrowed, anger slowly coming into your blood as well.
"Me?" You yelled, slamming down the bullets you had in your hands on the table, causing a load sound to ripple throughout the room.
"Yes you!" Newt yelled back, stepping closer as he pointed to your chest. "You are so shucking self centred you that don't see the rest of us who have to deal with your bloody decisions," you were about to yell back but he cut you off real quick. "No it's my turn to talk and you will keep your mouth shut until I'm done,"
You were shocked, he had never spoken to you, or anyone else like this before, and to be honest it scared you a little bit. Newt was always such a calm person, he almost never got angry, he was always the voice of reason, the one to tell the others to calm down. But it was as if he finally exploded.
"How do you think I felt when you told me that you got the flare? That you had it this whole time, and that if you told us before we left we could've gotten you cured like Brenda. How can you be so selfish that you kept this from not just me but everyone else." He got closer the more he spoke, his anger only getting worse, but you kept your mouth shut. "You know I always thought you were this perfect person, someone who didn't have flaws, which always seemed impossible because everyone had them but for some reason you never did. That was until right now, you wanna know what your problem is?" It was silent, as if he was really asking you, and even if he was, you for once didn't know what to say.
"Your problem is that you don't care about getting hurt. But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die I will go out of my bloody mind!" He was so close that you debated on weather you should take a step back or not. "you see death doesn't happen to you Y/N it happens to everyone around you. To all the people left standing at your funeral, if you'll even be able to have one, but we'll all still be trying to figure out how we're gonna live the rest of our lives without you in it!"
"Newt-"
"No! You don't understand how much I love you, if you did you wouldn't never kept such a thing from me. You would've never left me here to live without you!" You flinched, his words hitting you like a blow as tears threatened to slip down your face. At your reaction his face softened, his eyes turning warm as he slowly shook his head. "No I'm sorry I didn't meanโ€ฆ" He trailed off, taking a step closer, watching your reactions to see if you'd step away. And when you didn't he took your face in his hands, turning it up so your eyes would meet with his.
"I'm sorry," They were the only words that seemed to come out, the only words that would mean anything right now. You couldn't say much else, you couldn't go back, you could only make him forgive you before everything would go to shit. Before it was too late.
He didn't say anything else, his eyes holding so much love you thought you'd drown from just looking into them. When he moved, it was sudden, you didn't even get the change to catch your breath before his lips crashed into yours.
It wasnโ€™t gentle, not even close. His lips moved against yours with a desperation youโ€™d never felt before, his hands sliding from your face to thread into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. It was like he was pouring every unspoken word, every ounce of his love, anger, and fear, into this one moment. There was no hesitation, no gentleness.
You couldn't stop yourself. Your body reacted before your mind could catch up, your hands gripping his shirt tightly as if letting go would make him disappear. He groaned into the kiss, a sound low and husky that sent a shiver down your spine. His lips parted against yours, his breath hot and ragged. You could feel the tremble in his hands, the way his breath hitched against your lips, like he was terrified this might be the last time heโ€™d get to do this. And maybe it would be.
When his hands slid down your sides, his grip firm, your knees buckled. He caught you effortlessly, lifting you from your thighs as though you weighed nothing, causing you to gasp softly into his lips.
For a second, you thought he might slam you against the wall, let the weight of all that anger explode into something even more uncontrollable. But instead, he carried you with a steady stride and sat you down in a chair.
The open mouthed kiss broke for a moment, just long enough for you to draw in a shaky breath, your lips swollen and tingling. Your heart pounded as he hovered over you, he had never looked so irresistible before with his hair messy and that look in his eyes that made your core burn.
His eyes locked onto yours, the love and anger swirling together into something almost unbearable. โ€œYou have no idea how much you mean to me,โ€ he whispered, his voice hoarse, trembling. โ€œNo idea how much it kills me to think I might lose you.โ€
Your heart pounded so hard you thought it might burst. You reached for him again, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him back to you. This time, the kiss was slower but no less desperate, a mixture of apology and promise, of everything you couldnโ€™t find the words to say.
But then his hands moved again, and you felt the rough brush of rope against your wrist. You pulled back, blinking up at him in confusion, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Newtโ€ฆ" you started, your voice weak and breathless. But before you could even try to stand, he tied it quickly to the armrest of the chair.
"Donโ€™t," he said, his voice low but firm, almost breaking. "Donโ€™t make this harder than it has to be."
You snapped out of your haze then, tugging at your wrist, anger bubbling up inside you. "Newt, what the hell are you doing? Let me go right now!"
His hands didnโ€™t falter, even as you fought against him. He moved quickly, tying your other wrist down, and then crouched to secure your ankles. You thrashed in the chair, rage filling every inch of your body. "Newt! Stop this right now! You canโ€™t leave me here!"
"Youโ€™re not coming with us," he said, his voice strained but unyielding. His hands moved with purpose, tying the knots securely despite your struggles. "You can hate me for it if you want. I donโ€™t bloody care."
"You canโ€™t do this! Newt, please!" Your voice cracked as you tried to pull free, but heโ€™d made sure you wouldnโ€™t be able to. "I swear to God, if you leave me hereโ€”"
"You gave me this idea, you know." His voice wavered slightly, and he glanced up at you, his eyes full of something that looked heartbreakingly like regret. "Told me yourself the only way youโ€™d stay was if someone tied you down. So here we are."
"Newt, no," you begged, your tone shifting to desperation. "Please donโ€™t do this. I need to help. I canโ€™t just stay hereโ€”"
"Iโ€™m not losing you!" he snapped, his voice louder then youโ€™d ever heard it, making you freeze. He leaned closer, his face just inches from yours, his eyes blazing. "I wonโ€™t bloody lose you. Not to the Flare, not to WICKED, not to anything. Do you hear me? I canโ€™t."
Tears pricked at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. "You donโ€™t get to make this choice for me," you spat, your voice trembling with rage.
"You made your choice when you kept this from me," he shot back, his words cutting deep. "Now itโ€™s my turn." He stepped back, his hands still shaking as he tied the last knot. He stared at you for a long moment, his jaw clenched tightly. Then, softer, barely audible: "I love you too much to let you kill yourself for us. Youโ€™re staying here."
"Newt, please!" you screamed, thrashing against the ropes as he turned to leave. "Donโ€™t do this! Donโ€™t you dare walk out that door!"
But he didnโ€™t look back. He was already gone. And with him, the rest of the group. The door slammed shut, leaving you alone, your screams echoing in the empty room. You struggled against the bindings until your wrists burned, but they wouldnโ€™t budge.
You were furiousโ€”at him, at yourself, at the whole damn world. But beneath all that rage, buried so deep it hurt to admit, was the smallest flicker of something else. Love. Desperation. And a fear so raw you couldnโ€™t breathe. Because you knew, as much as you hated him for it, that Newt had tied you up because he loved you. And you couldnโ€™t hate him for that. Not really.
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arcadian-litterateur ยท 1 year ago
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the maze runner masterlist
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๐–’๐–†๐–Ž๐–“ ๐–’๐–†๐–˜๐–™๐–Š๐–—๐–‘๐–Ž๐–˜๐–™
โ™• - fluff, โ™– - angst, โ™˜ - crack, โ™” - agere
๐–Œ๐–†๐–‘๐–‘๐–ž
๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข-๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ
rivers run dry โ™–
sick of kissing you in my head (when can it be real instead?) โ™•
peiskos โ™•
blueberry cobbler โ™”
๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ž๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฐ
gally as galileo galilei
๐–ˆ๐–—๐–”๐–˜๐–˜๐–”๐–›๐–Š๐–—๐–˜
๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข-๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ
the klein-paige legacy โ™˜ - tmr x the wilds fusion
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nomoreusername ยท 4 months ago
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What Dating The Maze Runner Boys Is Like
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You met a few months into the Safe Haven
He was still processing his feelings about Teresa and you were still settling in so a romantic relationship wasn't on either of your minds
You did quickly become friends though, hanging out a lot and sometimes leaning on each other for support
Everyone could tell there were more feelings than you two were letting out but just waited to see how it would play out
You were the first to realize your feelings but weren't sure about his
Only when you pulled away to deal with yours, did he start to catch on that he wanted to be more than friends
One random night when he couldn't sleep he knocked on your hut and spilled absolutely everything the second you opened the door
You invited him inside, where you both sat on the floor drinking coffee and talking about everything
He moved in almost immediately because he was done wasting time when life was so sacred
He does hog the sheets so you had to get a second blanket, but it was totally worth it
Heโ€™s basically glued to your hip and really protective of you but in a cute way
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You were a Medjack and ended up getting close to him because you helped him with his leg
You never learned what happened, and he barely said a word when you were helping so you didn't bother to ask
When eventually all he had was a limp, he ended up seeking you out one Greenie night to thank you
From there, you two became genuine friends but you still never learned or sought out what happened to his leg
He would sometimes visit you during work, just to talk and say hi
You were always more than happy to have him, which Clint and Jeff would sometimes tease you about
During one of the times he was just talking about the garden you realized that you had fallen for him
Not wanting to waste any time, you asked if heโ€™d like to hang out the next Greenie night with just you, as a date
He went silent out of surprise but also because it made him realize that he took had fallen for you
The date went so well you two would get together every other Greenie night
Your relationship was a mix of hurt/comfort and strangers to friends to lovers
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You two met on the night of the storm because you're kind of like Brendaโ€™s adopted sibling
You watched him get struck by lightning and offered to see if there was any damage, which he declined heavily
You were iffy about his attitude, and he was iffy about some random stranger trying to help him
You sort of just watched the drama of him getting strung upside-down down but didn't pick sides
He was growing resentful towards everyone there, including you
When you ended up being one of his only hopes for Thomas though, he settled on being civil
The problem was that he found it hard to just be civil when he actually got to know you
When he got taken by WCKD, you ended up being dragged along too, just to be another variable
You couldn't directly talk, but you exchanged notes through doors daily, which became his reason to hang on
When he freed himself his first thought was getting you out with him
When you got to the Safe Haven you both took it slow despite the feelings being obvious because of everything you had been through but you got there nevertheless
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You two didn't get along very well in the Glade for reasons you couldn't quite figure out
This left you definitely confused when you saw him โ€œdieโ€ because you felt a heartache like like other
You had to be dragged away from his side
The Gladers were kind of confused by your reaction but didn't press it since you were obviously distressed
You tried to figure that out during any second you had that was free but just couldn't put your finger on why it affected you
He didn't remember that so he just did his best to forget about you and everyone when he was picked up by Right Arm
When you found out he was alive in the city, you just froze in disbelief
He took that as anger so after Thomas punched him also looked at you
Instead of doing anything like that you just ran up and hugged him while blurting out that you love him, which caught everyone off guard
Thatโ€™s when he realized why you had been stuck on his mind but since he was too shocked to speak he just kissed you
It was very up and down, but it was worth it in the end
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You met in WCKD, when you sat with him to get a break from the people in your Maze
Neither of you really talked, you because you were tired and him because he didn't know what to say
You ended up talking when he ran into you also trying to escape that place and helped you
You two were in the same boat of not knowing where you friends are so you sort of bonded over that in the Scorch
You ended up becoming really close unofficial friends which made him getting taken by WCKD really painful
During the time you were apart you both ended up realizing your true feelings for one another
When you rescued him, you both kind of didn't know how to say it
Harriet and Sonya realized though and gave him a gentle nudge
He pulled you away from everyone on the bonfire night and told you how he really feels by the ocean
You didn't know what to say so you did the next best thing and kissed him
It was a really painful slow burn with a pretty happy ending
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blue-sadie ยท 1 year ago
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Soft Spot
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Imagine:
being the only one gally isn't mean to so the other gladers ask for your special recipe during one of the bonfires and after a few of his 'concoction' drinks he pulls you into his chest before telling them.
"Because I love her you klunks no one deserves my kind words other then her and if I ever hear any of you talking bad about her ill throw you into the maze myself"
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lunajay33 ยท 9 months ago
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Masterlist 2.0
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Fluff>โ˜† Angst>๊ฉœ Spicy>๊จ„๏ธŽ Suggestive>โ€
Masterlist 1.0
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Daryl Dixon๐Ÿน
{Quarry Era}
Soulmate> โ˜†
{Farm Era}
The Farmers Daughter> ๊จ„๏ธŽ
{Prison Era}
Future> ๊ฉœโ˜†
How to tell you I Love You> โ˜†
{Alexandria}
Despair> ๊ฉœ
Whereโ€™s My Wife> ๊ฉœโ˜†
{Series}
Change->Part.8โ€ขPart.9โ€ขPart.10โ€ขPart.11
New World->Part.15
Suppose to be You->Part.1 Part.2 Part.3
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Negan Smith
{Saviours Era}
The Bad Guy> โ€
{Neighbour}
Crave> โ˜†โ€
{Coach}
Just a Taste> โ˜†๊จ„๏ธŽ
{Friends Dad}
Desires> โ˜†๊จ„๏ธŽ
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Supernatural๐Ÿฆ‡
{Sam Winchester}
New Addition> ๊ฉœโ˜†
Surprise> โ˜†
Fated> ๊ฉœโ˜†
{Dean Winchester}
Help> ๊ฉœโ˜†
{Castiel}
Secrets> โ˜†
{Sister}
Protect Me> ๊ฉœ
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Twilight๐Ÿพ
{Paul Lahote}
Destiny> โ˜†๊ฉœ Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6
Pain> ๊ฉœ
The One> โ˜†
Why Me? Part.2
{Seth Clearwater}
My Beast> โ˜†
Valentines> โ˜†
Best Friend> โ˜†๊ฉœ
{Embry Call}
Desperate> ๊ฉœโ˜†
{Emmett Cullen}
Waiting> โ˜†๊ฉœ Pt.2
{Felix Volturi}
Itโ€™s You> โ˜†๊ฉœ๊จ„๏ธŽ Pt.2
{Alec Volturi}
Am I Good Enough> ๊ฉœโ˜†
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Acotar๐Ÿฆ‡โœจ
{Azriel}
Struggle> ๊ฉœโ˜†
All in my Head> ๊ฉœ
Hold me> ๊ฉœโ˜†
My Princess> ๊จ„๏ธŽโ˜†
{Cassian}
Innocent> ๊จ„๏ธŽโ˜†
A Part of Me> ๊ฉœโ˜†
Wrong Outcome> ๊ฉœโ˜†
{Eris}
The Deer and the Fox> โ˜†
{Eris & Azriel}
Never the Right Time> ๊ฉœโ˜†
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hey! i just came over from tiktok, could you possibly do a gally x reader where he tries to act tough around all of the guys but (y/n) starts teasing about how sweet he actually is and he has to try and defend himself but gets all flustered over it, but canโ€™t get mad at (y/n) cause heโ€™s got that fat crush on her? (fem pronouns possibly please?)
Not So Tough
Pairing: Gally x fem!reader
Description: Gally has a hard exterior, but secretly melts when y/n is around.
Warnings: smooching, glade slang, idk just a lot of fluff, gally being a bit of a jerk
Words: 651
Prompt: Grumpy x Sunshine Trope
A/N: It lowkey ends kinda abruptly but OH WELL HERE YA GO
โ€œGally, would you please stop yelling at the rest of the builders and actually start building?โ€ Newt called from the gardens.
โ€œNo can do, I gotta make sure everyone stays in line, thatโ€™s why you put me in charge of the builders, remember?โ€ Gally called back, yelping soon after when one of the newer gladers dropped a piece of wood on his head. โ€œYou shank! Look what youโ€™ve done! Dropping klunk all over the place, you should be sent to the slammer!โ€
โ€œGally, is that really any way to talk to the new guy?โ€ Y/n jogged up to Gally from the med-jack hut where she was just supervising Clint and Jeff. Y/n was somewhat of a floater when it came to jobs. When they were testing what jobs she was good at, she was nearly good at every single one. Well, except for the slicers. Poor Winston nearly scared the girl half to death when he first came out with a machete.
โ€œI uh- Well he dripped- I mean dropped that shucking piece of wood on me an-โ€ Gally stammered.
โ€œGally, cโ€™mon give the guy a break, heโ€™s only been here a week,โ€ Y/n said with a soft smile.
โ€œLook, Iโ€™m just trying to do my job, gotta make sure everything gets done, right?โ€ Gally said, seeming to regain his composure.
โ€œAnd it will get done, you can just be a little nicer about it through,โ€ Y/n said, placing a hand on Gallyโ€™s arm and running her fingers down his bicep.
Gally blushed. Y/n was playing him like a fiddle and she knew damn well what she was doing.
โ€œIโ€™ll see you at supper?โ€ Y/n said.
โ€œYou know youโ€™re the only one that calls it that, right? Itโ€™s dinner,โ€ Gally snorted.
โ€œOh shut it, you know you love me,โ€ Y/n said before turning over her shoulder and walking away, not before giving Gally one last smile. Gally stood there for a moment, not sure what to do with himself.
โ€œOi, Gally, what were you saying about making sure things get done?โ€ Newt called, snickering to Alby.
โ€œOh slim it,โ€ Gally growled. โ€œNo- you canโ€™t hammer that in, thereโ€™s not a screw to hold it together!โ€ He turned his attention to the Greenie.
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โ€œHey big guy, not interested in tackling anyone to the ground tonight?โ€ Y/nโ€™s voice came from above Gally.
โ€œNo, not tonight, gonna try to go to sleep early,โ€ Gally said, getting up and trying his best to avoid y/n. But before he could leave, y/n grabbed his wrist.
โ€œWait- did today really bother you?โ€ She asked, furrowing her brow.
โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re talking about,โ€ Gally broke away from her grip and tried to escape again, but she was too quick for him. She grabbed his arm again.
โ€œYou know what Iโ€™m talking about. I didnโ€™t think it would bother you, I thought you would actually like it, yโ€™know considering I was flirting with you.โ€ Gallyโ€™s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
โ€œOh my god,โ€ Y/n laughed. โ€œWasnโ€™t it obvious?โ€
โ€œKinda hard to pay attention to that when things need to get done,โ€ Gally cleared his throat, trying his hardest to hide the smile that was forming on his face.
โ€œOh donโ€™t act like you werenโ€™t blushing the whole time you- oh my god youโ€™re even blushing right now!โ€ She laughed.
โ€œShh, no Iโ€™m not,โ€ Gally smiled back at her, the blush returning to his cheeks.
โ€œYou are! Gallyโ€™s blushing! Gallyโ€™s blu-โ€ Y/n called when she was cut off.
Gallyโ€™s lips crashed into hers as his hand moved to her cheeks. Y/n closed her eyes and sunk into the kiss, bringing her arms around his neck. When Gally pulled away first, y/n smiled.
โ€œWhat was that for?โ€ She breathed.
โ€œTo shut you up,โ€ Gally smiled. He looked to her lips and back to her eyes. โ€œAnd also because Iโ€™ve wanted to do that for a while.โ€
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