Lover Boy (Newt x Reader)

Tussle

A few months later...

"Eugh!" Y/n grunted throwing her fist out to smash against the punching bag. She hammered the bag, heaving, as the tape on her knuckles split.

She sighed, pushing her hair off her sweaty forehead and stepped back, slumping onto the ground as the heat slapped her in the face.. She blew out a puff of air, tying her hair into a messy ponytail. She couldn't be bothered to deal with bumps.

Footsteps crunched behind her in the dirt and a shadow covered her figure.

"Ya 'right there, love?" A familiar voice sounded behind her.

Y/n gave Newt a thumbs up, not looking up.

She felt him sit next to her, nudging her with his foot.

They'd gotten closer over the past few months, but she was still adjusting to the Maze/Boys thing.

She hadn't been near another girl, and couldn't even remember her life before this. Everything was just SO confusing. 

Plus she had to hide her "Lady Things" (If you know what I mean) from the others, or they would freak.

Y/n looked up at him, trying to keep the annoyance on her face, but with his goofy smiles, it was hard to keep a straight face, and soon, her smile appeared.

"Weirdo." She mumbled.

He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Come on, ya love it!" He ruffled her hair playfully. She shoved him away with a grunt and laughed, amusement spreading over her face.

"See, there's that grin I love," He pinches her cheeks and she bats his hands away. 

Newt catches sight of her bandaged but still bloody knuckles from mindlessly punching the sandbag, and his brow furrows. He runs his fingers over them and she winces. 

"Sorry." He apologises "But why? How?" Y/n looks down.

"You know, just training. I'm hardcore, gotta get those gains." She flashed him a weak smile.

He nods, not believing her, but leaves the subject alone. She scuffs her shoes against the dirt, the silence deafening.

"So...how's ya day been Greenie?" Newt asked awkwardly, breaking the quietness in the air. 

Jeez, this is so awkward, she thought.

"You're never gonna stop calling me that, are you?"

He grinned, "Nah.. well not until there's a new Greenie."

Y/n rolled her eyes and she elbowed him.

He let out a loud, exaggerated grunt and fell back onto the dirt,  clutching his side and Y/n laughed loudly at his antics.

"You wacko! I barely touched you!" she exclaimed. 

Suddenly, she exploded in a fit of giggles as a hand reached up to tickle her side and she shoved his hand away, only for his hand to get caught in her shirt and pull her toward the ground.

"Oh, you're on!" Y/n laughed and they tussled in the dirt, rolling around, trying to beat each other.

With much struggle and a loud grunt, she pushed Newt over, landing on top, her legs straddling his waist and hands on his shoulders.

They were both panting, and she realised the position, red creeping up her neck. She waited for him to move, but nothing happened.

The tension was thick in the air, as they stared at each other, eyes locked.

Newt opened his mouth to say something when the sound of someone clearing their throat caused her to scramble off him.

Alby and Minho stood there, amusement and knowingness flickering across Alby's face as he crossed his arms and Minho snickered.

"What do you want?" Y/n snapped, standing up and brushing dirt off herself.

Minho opened his mouth but Alby interrupted him, "I was going to ask if you wanted to join Minho on the run tomorrow but you look...busy."

Minho snorted and covered his laugh with a cough. Y/n stared daggers at him as Newt rubbed his neck self-consciously.

"I would love to." Y/n said through gritted teeth and a polite smile.

"If you can excuse me, I need to- uh..do stuff." She flashed a forced smile and brushed past them.

After she'd disappeared, Minho and Alby turned their gazes to Newt expectingly.

"Newtie's got a crush!" Minho taunted, as Newt's face flames red.

"I don't! What the shuck are you talking about? It was just a bloody playfight!" He retorted.

"Yeah, a playfight with her on top of you klunkhead!" Minho snarked back.

Alby held up a hand and they shut up, glaring at each other.

"Is this how Gladers act?" He said firmly. They shook their heads, diverting their gazes to the ground.

Authors Note: I dunno why I'm making such a small fight so big but pls go with it.

"You two can go set up the next room for the new Greenie." Alby said, Newt and Minho protested but zipped it when Alby sent them a warning glance.

Author's Note:

Hope y'all enjoyed.