I'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)
Working in the gardens was fun for me. I could spend the whole day kneeling over vegetables, and shoveling dirt but just importantly, I could spend the day with Newt. My boyfriend, my loving boyfriend who is always there for me when I need him. Like my knight in shining armor.
"Hey, love, can you hand me that bucket?" He asked pointing to an empty bucket on the ground. I grabbed the handles and lifted the bucket carelessly. To my dismay, the bucket wasn't empty.
Hot muddy water pooled out of the bucket and onto my chest. I gasped before dropping the bucket. I started bursting out laughing as did Zart behind me.
"Love, are you alright?" Newt asked standing in front if me.
"I'm fine. Just dirty," I laughed and shook my soggy shirt.
"Here. Take it off," he ordered. I just raised my eyebrow and lightly pared my lips as if to say 'excuse me?' "Just do it."
I rolled my eyes and gripped the corners of the where it touched my hips. I pulled it over my head until I rung it out over the now empty bucket. Newt quickly tugged his hoodie off and handed it to me. He was giving me his shirt. This is what I meant— knight in shining armor.
"Thanks Newtie," I smiled and pulled his jacket over my bra. I wasn't worried about taking my shirt off considering most of the summer I only wore sports bra since it was unbearably hot.
"You're welcome darling," he smirked eyeing me up and down.
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"I feel like I'm drowning in your shirt," I smiled and flailed the sleeves at his chest. The end of the hoodie reached half way down my thigh and the sleeves were two times my arm length. He couldn't help that he was so much bigger than me.
"Well I happen to quite like you in my shirt," he smiled and put his hands on my hips. "You should wear it more often. You look very adorable."
"Good because I'm never giving it back. It smells like you," I giggled and attempted to roll up the sleeves.
"Are you sure you wouldn't me rather take it off," he smirked before winking.
"I'll take you up on that offer. For now, its mine." I giggled again before wrapping my arms around his neck and lifted my heels off the ground to reach eye level. He pecked my nose as I giggled again with both of us smiling widely.
"Hey lovebirds. Can't keep your hands off each other can ya?" Minho asked running back in from the maze. "Isn't that Newt's hoodie?"
"Yes it is," I grinned and moved so I was beside Newt now.
"Doesn't she look adorable in it?" Newt asked wrapped his arm around my waist.
"I'm a little upset you don't let me wear your clothes Newtie," Minho whined before the three of us started laughing. "Nah but you're right Newt, she looks hot." We just rolled our eyes at Minho's comment before we all returned to work. We were used to Minho's comments, and there were many of them.
"I'm serious, Newt. It's mine now," I said as he placed his hand on his hip.
"If it makes you happy, it's yours," he replied. I nodded before giggling and looking down at the hole in the ground.
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"Hey (Y/N)," Thomas smiled joining me at the dinner table. I was waiting for Newt to come back from speaking with Alby while I ate. "You're still wearing Newt's hoodie."
"Yeah my clothes are all muddy," I answered filling my mouth with water.
"But Chuck finished the wash an hour ago." I just shrugged.
"It's alright. I'm fine."
"But they're probably dried by now," he explained with his head tilted.
"It's fine Tommy." He left it alone before Minho came skipping over with a plate of his own food. He eyed me before slipping into the seat beside Thomas.
"(Y/N) isn't that Newt's hoodie?" Minho asked.
"It's fine!" I yelled and pressed my forehead to the table. The boys just laughed at me before Newt took his seat back.
"You've got a hoodie thief here Newt," Minho teased as I lifted my head.
"It's fine. She looks cute," he smiled and wrapped his arm around my waist. I tried my best to cover my red cheeks but it didn't work anymore, the boys knew.
"Falling for a hoodie thief are we?"
"I already fell." We shared a kiss through Minho and Thomas's fake gagging. Oh, my boys.
