It all started when after one and a half years of being stuck in a maze, a girl was sent. Unconscious with shallow breathing, Newt was the first to help the girl out of the box despite his limp. It's a girl, of course he'd help.

But that 'help' turned to protectiveness. Making sure he or other trusted gladers watch over her. She's been asleep for five days before waking up with Newt drawing something on a paper.

It weren't long for them to realize that she was weak.

Her knees give up easily while moving logs made for building from one point to another. She's easy to bruise when the hogs always bump their heads onto her. Her hands ache when holding the knife too long. Everyone thought she'd be a fine slopper, but Newt insisted she becomes a Medjack. She's fragile, so what? They can use a bit of feather touch after putting up with Clint and Jeff's touch that felt like metal weights.

But things started to happen.

The girl, later remembered her name to be Y/n, was naturally calm person. She's relaxed and gentle. Very motherly. Very attractive for Newt.

What do you mean she can be gentle and firm at the same time? Can discipline but also care for the rest of the gladers? Fight for your opinions without stepping on others? In Newt's vocabulary, that's just her being the best woman he'd ever known... If he actually known any woman before the maze, that is.

So naturally, Newt was always looking for her. Always near her. Always restless before seeing her figure pick up herbs from the front garden of the Medhut.

This was supposed to be subtle, but what can the gladers say? They're observant.

"Why are you so restless?" Alby asked one day, seeing Newt's head turn around the glade for the nth time. The day was peaceful, so why is he so bothered? "Are you looking for Y/n again?" He followed up after Newt didn't even look at him. With how much they've spent together, it's not hard to finish the puzzle that Newt may or may not be interested at Y/n.

A beat passed by. "No." Newt answered. But that small second was long enough for him to say yes in his head. And Alby knew that, too.

And it's not like it's any better for Y/n's side. It's not like she's evil or something but... She kinda wants Newt to show up with a small cut, probably for some small accident in the garden and she'd have a small bandaid to put it on him.

My gosh, she was delusional.

Her eyes tries to find him too, the kind soul who didn't look at her like she's a meal when she first woke up, and made sure the others didn't too. The gentleman who was patient with her when all the other first jobs failed her. The friend that made sure she wasn't to be a slopper.

"You've been staring out the window for a good half an hour. Who are you looking at?" Clint tries to follow whever her gaze might be on a random day. Eyes squinting to find who in the world is making her look like she's daydreaming on clouds.

She sighed, keeping her attention back at the book of medicine sent from the box alongside some good medical aids. "Nothing." She shortly answered.

Clint swears he only see on guy on the field. Newt. Cluelessly picking at some grass in the middle of the field. "Are you looking at Newt?" He asked with a raised brow. "No." She bluntly said after a good pregnant pause.

Clint didn't believe a klunk she said. Like yeah sure, be interested in the maze entrance.

And like the universe had listened go her request that Newt somehow finds his way to her. Clint called in sick, ironic right? And Jeff is busy on the other end of the hut tending to a Slicer who almost cut a finger off.

But it's Newt daily check up.

She was gentlest thing that ever touched him. She was examining his feet with keen eyes, looking for any strain in the movement or when his face ever contort even in the slightest bit of pain. But if she's gonna ba that gentle, he might aswell fall asleep. And dream that they were out of this place... And seeing that face.

Why is she pretty?

Wait what.

Yo ho, that was not Newt.

Definitely not.

She lets go of the foot with a happy face. "It's been healing so great! I looked over some of your charts from last check up and I observed it's going so well. Good job!"

The feeling on his stomach was weird. It kinda flipped, then backflipped, then did a pivot, then did a backflip again.

"Just come back about two weeks from now so we can see if this state is permanent, okay?" She gently patted his leg as she rolls down his pants to cover his ankle again.

Y/n decided to get some more herbs from the front garden. Newt only teared his gaze away from her the moment she was out the door.

He kind of jumped when Jeff has his eyebrows raised. "What's with the heart eyes, shuckface?" He teased.

"What face?" Go Newt, go deny your little heart out.

"Going for her, huh..." Jeff busied himself with reorganizing the used supplies. "When will you step up your game?"

"I am not playing anything." Newt said firmly, just a little, to gaslight himself.

Jeff can only sigh. Who knew Newt will be this much of a coward in love?

Newt started to act more weird. Concerning? Maybe, especially if you don't know that he's doing all this for a girl.

It was like Jeff planted a thing in his head after that check-up. Suddenly his limp wasn't there when she's walking past Y/n. Or when his posture suddenly straightens despite the tiresome day he had. Gally looks at him with confused eyes whenever these kind of change happens. Zart can only side eye him.

One afternoon, with a surge of courage that he didn't know where it came from, he had the audacity to show up and make Y/n feel like a princess.

"Hey." Y/n almost jumped at his voice, "Mind if I help you?" Newt said, motioning to the heavy boxes of new medicine they haven't yet seen before. They were heavy too.

"Uh... Yeah, sure." She nodded.

Newt made sure to flex up his arm as he do so.

One day, Gally was asking Newt to help cut some logs to smaller pieces. Newt was reluctant, saying that his leg is not cooperating today. But when Y/n were about to walk past, he got the axe so fast and was chopping those woods.

Gally never looked at him so passively. "Seriously? All it took was Y/n?" He shakes his head.

Newt didn't say anything though. She looked in his direction, looked at his aura and brooding shoulders as the axe split the logs in half, it was enough.

Gally wants to throw a stick at him, tell him that his eyes shall tell no lies. This show of hopeless romantic is really starting to infuriate the Keeper of Builders. Just go tell her, man!

Everybody was fed up with it. Even Alby, who was happy for his friend after taking a notice of it too. They're all just now urging their second in command to just make a damn move instead of acting like a shank in love. They claim "you gotta step up with your game, man."

And step up he did.

A bonfire night, where the night was mostly to the gladers than the greenie who is always terrified as they look in the air, contemplating if the universe hated them. Newt had other plans though.

He made sure not drink any of Gally's brew, to not mess this up and actually have a good conversation.

Silently, he sat down next to her. If you would've been a glader dancing around the fire or simply eating your food, you'd think Y/n was not freaking out. But she was, inside.

"It's kind of ironic how we celebrate this day... When us back then were... Terrified." He started, acting nonchalant and cool. As if he's naturally like that.

You chuckled, "It's kind of comforting now." After all that time of ups and downs, they managed to still find time to bond and let loose. "It's a good routine."

"You know... It's kind of weird how not a single girl came after you." He brought up, not that he wanted another female, of course, she was enough.

"Does that make me special?" She tilted her head at him, her eyes catching just the right lighting from that angle. For a moment, Newt forgot how to breath. "Yes... Because you're the only girl. But you're not special in that way to me."

Newt's conscious is very afraid of himself. Who is talking right now? And where did that idea came from? What is happening?

"Oh? What kind of special am I to you?" She was half expecting him to say something stupid, or a teasing comment. The other half believes he's gonna say something kind, touching.

"The kind of special that might scare you off... Or maybe even... I don't know. Make me look weird?" Everything seemed enough. But now he's risking it all for a simple– no, life-changing confession.

Well she didn't understood that reference. Give her a break, she just woke up with her memories wiped, okay?

When he got that look from her face, he urged to explain. "I mean... You know..." She, in fact, did not know.

"I just meant that I seem to really like you." He sighed, each word goes quieter.

"Awww, I like you too!" She responds with a innocent smile that tells him that what she said would've been something he'll feel joy with if she didn't say it with in the most platonic way.

"No- I..." He sighed. "I meant like... I like like you." Yep, he was shucked up. He was sure of it.

"Oh."

That's the only thing that came out of her mouth; oh.

Those two letters was enough to make him wish that he got eaten by a griever just about now.

But the smile that came after? That smile that no one has ever seen? The grin that spreads over to her cheeks and shows all her teeth?

Yeah... Newt might not have shucked up at all.

From Frypans counter on the far left, Gally, Alby, Jeff, and Winston took place, looking like they finished a series and it was a happy ending. "Took him that long?" Jeff couldn't believe it. Their second in command is flirting. "I'm even surprised he didn't did anything embarrassing." Gally quiped, finishing his stew.

"Looks like I need to be stricter. Someone's going soft." Alby joked.

My first ever Newt fic! I know that Newt is confirmed to be a queer character, but I don't know how to write a fic accordingly and I'm very afraid to offend people. And I know there might girlies who still wants a Newt x female reader. I hope you understand!

I'm also really sorry for being so inactive, school has yet to be off my back and vacay had just started so expect a lot from me, my sweetings!

Please feel free to request any of your fantastic ideas!

Your dearest Author,