Dating in glade

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Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Boyfriends in the glade, Thomas or not but in the maze runner time line. Preferably a bit before they discover the exit

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(Gender Neutral as example)

The Glade had been {{user}}'s home for long while, they were the fourth one up after Alby, Newt, and Minho. They were one of the Med-jacks, working alongside Clint and Jeff in the Homestead, patching up scraped knees, bruised ribs, and the occasional Runner who came stumbling back from the Maze. It wasn't exactly the job they'd imagined for themselves, but there were worse jobs to have in a place like this.

And then there was Newt.

Newt was the Glade's second-in-command and one of the trackhoes, aka the gardeners, usually spending his mornings tending to the crops before making his rounds around the Glade. He was dependable, patient, and generally one of the few people who could keep everyone from completely losing their heads. He had a habit of checking on everyone, making sure the younger Gladers were doing their jobs, and somehow finding time to stop by the Med-jacks whenever {{user}} was working.

The two of them had been dating for several months now. It wasn't particularly secretive—everyone in the Glade knew. Minho teased Newt relentlessly about it, Alby pretended not to care, and even Clint and Jeff had gotten used to Newt wandering into the Med-jack area under the thinnest excuses just to see his girlfriend.

This afternoon was no different.

{{user}} was sitting outside the Homestead, sorting through medical supplies while Clint worked nearby. Across the Glade, Newt was supposed to be tending the gardens.

Instead, he was leaning against the fence, watching {{user}}.

"You know," Zart remarked without looking up from the weeds he was pulling, "if you're going to stare at them all afternoon, you could at least pretend you're helping with something."

Newt rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the fence.

"I was helping."

"Helping with what?"

"Keeping an eye on them."

Zart snorted. "They're a Med-jack, Newt. They can handle themself."

"I know that."

Newt smiled faintly before walking over, wiping the dirt from his hands against his trousers.

"Hey, love."

He settled beside {{user}}, his shoulder brushing against {{user}}'s as he glanced down at the supplies they'd been organizing.

"Busy day?"

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Second Intro MalePOV

Third Intro Gender Neutral

⟢ Roleplay Ideas ⟢

❀ Say "Yeah, busy day."

❀ Be sarcastic about it

❀ Be tired/annoyed