"it's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong."
a starlordesses gif series about the maze runner
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You and Newt are in a relationship.
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You and Newt took a long time to finally get together, and even though you are fully committed to the relationship. Newt still can get jealous. Many of the Gladers (used to) fantasise about you. Before Newt confessed his feelings, Gladers could frequently be seen talking about you.
Newt felt disgusted by this. He hated himself for being such a hypocrite since he used to fantasise about you too.
The Glade had never been so hot, you concluded when once again a drip of sweat rolled down your face. Your face was glowing with heat. "Hey, Zart!" You called out for his attention.
He turned around. Zart wasn't wearing a shirt anymore due to the heat. That could cause cancer. You shook your head used to the random bits of knowledge entering your brain.
"Could I shower? I finished all my work." You pointed at everything you did today which was more than any of the other Gladers did.
"Yea, don't tell anyone though," Zart said, "or else I'll have them all complaining that they want to stop too."
"Will do." With that you were gone.
The shower, one of the only times you could really be alone. On your way to the shower, Minho approached you looking rather mischievous. You quickened your step, but you were too late.
Minho took one sprint and threw a bucket full of water over you, drenching you completely. The shirt you were wearing stuck to you like two magnets.
"You shucking slinthead!" You screamed. "I'm going to shucking kill you!"
Minho however was the keeper of the runners for a reason, and that reason was he could run hella fast. Before you could start running he was already ten meters away from you (blame it on the reflexes).
You walked into the building where a couple of Gladers were taking shelter for the sun. One of them being Newt. You may not have realised but Newt did.
The moment you set foot in the building all eyes were on you, following you every move. The way your hips swayed while walking (and the bounce of you boobs with every step). It was as if they were hypnotised. Most of them were in the peak of their puberty, full of testosterone. Anything could make them horny, and the lack of girls intensified this a hell of a lot more.
Newt couldn't help but also rake his eyes over your stunning curves. You might be oblivious to the rest, but you knew exactly when Newt was excited. And boy was Newt excited.
You looked through your lashes making you seem innocent. Your mind was going in a very different direction. You walked closer and started kissing his neck very softly frustrating him even more.
His eyes were closed; his long lashes fluttered against his cheek. You bit his earlobe before whispering: "meet me in the shower".
With one last wink you turned around and swayed your hips a little more than usually leaving Newt behind. "You're just gonna -- alright."
Newt groaned when he saw the way you were moving for him before remembering all the other guys in the room. He turned around and saw all their eyes tracing over you. "Keep your bloody eyes away from my girl/boyfriend or I swear to god."
When all of them averted their eyes afraid of the consequences, he adjusted his pants and followed quickly behind you. He groaned, "they're going to be the death of me."
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it's my birthday!! that's why i wrote this for you guys. i hope y'all enjoy. :))
