Lover Boy (Newt x Reader)

Bonfire

As the sun sunk below the horizon in a blaze of orange and yellow flames, the Gladers gathered around the annual bonfire to have fun.

Y/n nervously sat at the edge of the circle, warily observing the already half-drunk boys as they laughed and joked around, enjoying the euphoria of this night of freedom.

She sat against a log, watching the fire flicker and smoke rise into the star-filled sky, the woodsy scent filling her nose. 

She heard scuffling coming from behind her and she tilted her head to see Newt, carrying a jar of what looked like a mix of many substances. He flopped down next to Y/n with a groan and handed her the jar.

"Wha- What is this?" She took a whiff and wrinkled her nose in disgust, planting it on the ground between them. 

Newt chuckled and picked it up, taking a swig and wincing at the strong taste. "Nobody knows... it's Gally's recipe." 

Y/n nodded and recalled the burly guy. She remembered how Minho had called him "Eyebrow Guy" which she found funny..and strange, and then she saw his face.

The silence was definite as the two tried to find a conversation starter, the chattering of the boys the only sounds around them. 

Y/n snuck a glance at the blonde, her Y/E/C eyes studying his relaxed form, trailing over his silhouette as the flames lit up his features, highlighting the nicks, scars and different skin textures that spotted his face from the hardships of the Maze. 

"Why do you have a limp?" Y/n said abruptly. She hadn't realised how weird that sounded but she'd noticed this feature earlier but didn't feel like that was the right time. 

"Sorry, that was rude." She swallowed nervously as she felt Newt's eyes shoot to her in surprise. He cleared his throat and diverted his gaze.

"I had an..incident..when I was younger..I'm not a big fan of talking about it." He said softly, rubbing his neck self-consciously. 

Y/n's eyes widened and she nodded vigorously. "I understand, and you don't have to tell me. Not now- I mean, like you can tell me whenever you want- or don't- not that I want you to- or don't want." She stammered, not sure what to say.

Newt shot her a crooked smile, eyes twinkling in amusement, and he brushed himself off, standing up. She watched him curiously as he held out a hand for her to take.

"Come on-" He chuckled at her hesitancy, "I have to show you around sometime, don't I?"

Part Two coming soon!

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