𝘔𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝚅𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜.

and we are back! I fully act as if I don't write this... like wdym (Y/n)'s infected.

thoughts about the past, talk about sex, talk about attempt, subtle foreshadowing, some lines changed.

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"Maddie?" Newt repeated, confused as he looked over the girl. The girl, in question, smiled largely at (Y/n). She turned to the man, waiting for approval to leave his side. He nodded curtly and the girl skipped over to her old friend. Her gloved hands placed themselves around his bicep. As if on reflex, (Y/n) wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug.

"How are you even alive? I— If I knew you were alive, I wouldn't have left you. God— I'm just glad you're okay!" (Y/n) moved the arm that Maddie gripped softly so that his hand could hold onto her forearm. Maddie patted his bicep, a reassuring gesture.

"Lawrence took me in after they raided the training facility. Similar story to Gally, though I became another man's protector."

She had a joking tone to her voice. Her head nodded over to the two, who were both looking at Thomas. They looked like they were negotiating about something. Her blue eyes switched from the pair to Newt, noticing his hard stare. (Y/n)'s own eyes twitched slightly, his attention shifted over to Newt.

"That's Newt," he softly told.

Maddie glanced away from Newt to her friend's eyes. They were dilated. Gentle. Affectionate. The red-head felt her heart ache. She knew that look. Oliver used to look at her like that.

The two watched as Gally and Thomas pulled Newt away, leaving the room entirely. Everyone, including the solider pair, followed after them. Gally removed a slap of tin, revealing a massive hole. Frypan and (Y/n) peaked over the edge, staring down the black abyss.

(Y/n) slowly placed his hand on Frypan's shoulder, shaking it slightly. The boy let out a yelp of surprise before pretending to slap (Y/n). Newt watched as his boyfriend laughed full hearteningly, a large smile getting played on his lips.

His brown eyes then moved to the boy's hand. Veins rippled through out the skin as (Y/n) moved away from Frypan to crack his knuckles.

Rough hands,
yet the back of his fingers were soft.

The caress of his stomach.
The slight lift of his shirt.

The undeniable feeling of--

"Take care of them, Gally," (Y/n)'s voice was captured by Newt's ears. The blonde quickly sat down, fixing his pant leg to be tucked into his boot. His left hand started to painfully ache-- wait, why was it aching? He wasn't scared of going into the city.

Thomas nodded his head to Newt, telling him to follow. Newt clenched his hand into a fist, just wanting it stop. His eyes moved around to find (Y/n) to at least say goodbye, but all he saw was Maddie tugging him up at the stairs by his bicep.