Chuck

Chuck

Chuck (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 508 words (I’m trying to make these longer)

Warnings: Death, hugging (how preposterous), grieving

Summary: a strange women shows up after Chuck’s death, do you follow her.

it’s all too much, first Alby, now Chuck. Thomas’s screams fill the room, and a few other gladers are crying, all of them pointedly ignoring the strange lady. you look sideways to see Newt staring fixedly at the floor, a hand over his mouth.

you can tell he’s trying so hard to hold it together, he’s the leader now, now that Alby was. well.

your hand gropes until it find his, and you squeeze, with him squeezing back. the screams become a dull ringing in your head.

you tug on Newts hand slightly, pulling him around into a hug.

he presses his head into your neck, seeming to relax where his face was hidden. after a moment, you feel hot tears drip down your shoulder.

you wrap your arms around him, feeling sobs shake his body. he had known Chuck for at least 2 months, and Alby for possibly even more that 2 years. and now they were gone. along with many other gladers that he must know. or have known you suppose.

in that moment, with you standing, arms around Newt, feeling his sobs shaking your intertwined bodies, you felt like you were the only ones in this world.

you feel Newt take a deep breath, and break away from you, helping Minho drag Thomas to his feet and whispering words of comfort in his ear. eventually he stops screaming, tears still sliding down his face.

Minho pats him gently on the back, and looks towards the lady, this being the first time anyone has acknowledged her. she beckons for you all to follow her and Minho shouts for the headers to follow him.

Newt whispers something you don’t hear to him and moves towards the back of the group, where you stand. you don’t speak, you don’t need to, but just grip each others hands as you start to move, making sure everyone has left the room before you leave.

Thomas’s eyes linger on Chuck’s body, and you can tell that he wants to bring the boy with him, but Newts gentle prod in the back, gets him moving forward.

you follow the snaking line of boys down, what seems like one hundred corriders. eventually, you reach the outside world, air hits you face. “our first time outside, since the box”

something is sparking in Newt’s eyes, almost like recognition. you tug on his hand as the crowd starts moving away from you and he snaps out of his daze.

Minho herds the gladers onto the bus after the women. you help Newt up after you and find a seat, near Minho and Thomas who are interrogating the strange women.

you stare out of the window, with Newt still linked to you by the hand. he leans his head gently on your shoulder, closing his eyes. you look at him and brush hair away from his mouth.

you driving away. driving away from the maze. away from the gladers you left behind. away from the dead bodies of your friends. away from Chuck. away from everything.

(Have a good day, take care of ur selves 🤗)

The Glade

The Glade (newt x fem!reader)

Word Count: 587 words

Warnings: threats, mild violence

Summary: you arrive in the box, with no idea where or who you are

you open your eyes. not much changes. you’re met with pure blackness. a rattling greets your ears and you feel that you’re rising upwards. you appear to be in a lift.

dark objects hit you. something that feels like leaves and what must be a crate. that’s when the panic set in.

what’s is going on? where are you? who are you?

you begin to shout. hoping that someone, anyone will hear you. of course no one does. then the rattling stops. you look around for a moment until a hatch above you opens and light floods into your prison.

covering your eyes with your arms, you look at the inside of your eyelids, tinged with red. voices bombard you, boys by the sound of it. you can only make out a few words they are saying.

“It’s a girl”

“What”

“Yeah, a girl”

“What’s a girl doing here”

you blink rapidly as someone jumps down beside you. opening your eyes fully you see a boy of about 16 smiling down at you with a hand outstretched, “hey greenie, name’s Newt, welcome to the glade.”

rising slowly to your feet, you look around, faces look back at you, all boys, all about the same age as Newt except for a few, 12-13, by the looks for them.

Newt climbs out of the pit looking thing you’d just come up in, tossing his blond hair out of his dark eyes. he twists his fingerless gloves in his hands, brushing dust from his trousers. he reaches down for you and pulls you gently after him. you look down to find your footing and see that one of Newt’s legs is bent in an awkward angle, and he is not putting weight on it.

“I know you probably have a lot of questions but just wait until we get away from this lot and I’ll answer them”

you nod silently tearing your eyes away from his leg and, follow the boy as he pushes through the crowd. “I call dibs on her” a voice rises above the crowd and an unknown person grabs your arm.

you give a small exclamation of surprise and Newt turns. the unknown boy tries to drag you into the crowd but Newt pushes his way past you and grabs him by the front of his shirt, lifting him onto his toes. he puts his face about an inch away from the other’s.

“Do that again shank and I’ll snap your neck in half”

“That would be breaking one of the rules Newt.”

yet another boy joins the crowd, smiling. “Alby, he tried to drag the new greenie off.”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to have to banish you, so don’t make me”

Newt drops the boys shirt, shoots him such a look of hatred and contempt he recoils slightly, and makes his way to you and Alby.

Alby pats him on the back, and starts shouting orders getting the boys to haul the crates and strange leafy things, which turned out to be carrots, out the pit.

“right, I spect’ you’re pretty confused, firstly, can you remember your name, only that seems to be the only thing anyone can remember when they come up in the box”

you think for a moment then reply, “y/n, my name’s y/n”

“y/n, that’s a nice name” he smiles at you. “I know you’re probably confused but we’re all in the same boat. no idea where the bloody hell we are, only we call this place the glade.”

Jealous

Jealous (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 531 words

Warnings: drinking, drunk teens, kissing, Minho and Thomas and lots of other gladers kissing, cuddling (my sister is concerned for my after reading the warnings)

Summary: After a game of spin the bottle, you are forced to kiss Thomas but when your break away, you notice someone is gone.

you sit around the shining fire, laughing with the others. orange light illuminates their faces as they look towards Gally, stumbling towards the group with an empty bottle in his hand, grinning.

your knees bumps into Newt’s who sits beside you, as the gladers budge up to let Gally sit down. “Who wants to play spin the bottle”

this is met by many cheers, and Gally sets the bottle down.

after a while, in which most of them had had a few more drinks as they watched pairs kiss and either roar with laughter or hide their glowing red face in their hands.

by the time Minho almost knocked Thomas over with a kiss through laughter, most, Gally, Thomas and Minho most prominent amoung them, were drunk.

“Aight’ then, y/n’s turn” Minho reaches forward and spins the bottle, just as you feel the blond boy beside you stiffen.

a cheer rises from the group as the bottle spins to a stop, facing Thomas. he looks at you, his eyes slightly unfocused. you lean forwards, rolling your eyes at the other boys watching you two closely.

movement catches your eye, and by the time you have pecked Thomas lightly, ignoring the cheers rising from the others, you turn to see Newt disappearing into his hut.

you look sadly after him and decide to follow. your chuckles rap lightly on the door and you push it open, looking inside. Newt sits on his hammock, looking at, half standing as though he had begun to get up.

“Oh hey y/n.” his voice is light and casual but you know something’s wrong.

“What’s wrong”

“S’nothing”

“Yeah right”

you sit down next to him and he fiddles with his hands, twisting them together.

“are you jealous.” he doesn’t answer you, just stares down at his fingers.

“Hey, look at me. No look at me.” you lift his chin with your hands and look him in the eyes, “nothing’s gonna stop me from loving you. not the flare, not WICKED, and definitely not some stupid kiss in an even more stupid game. Understand?”

he nods, not meeting your eyes. you push your lips into his and his eyes widen but he’s kissing back. you break away from him, “let me ask again, understand”

“I understand” he says a hint of his beautiful laugh back in his voice.

you move back towards him and your sitting there, your arms around his neck and his around your waist. you sway slightly, grabbing handfuls of his tank top as you press ever closer to him until you’re practically on top of him.

after a few more moments, or maybe it’s an hour, or maybe even a couple days, you break apart, foreheads touching, looking into each others eyes.

you hand finds his hair and you twirl blond strands in your fingers. Newt lifts you into his arms and sets you down gently, so you’re lying in the hammock. he hops in after you and pulls your head onto his chest so you can hear the steady thump of his heart.

“Newt”

“Yeah”

“I love you”

you can hear the smile in his voice as he replies.

“I love you too y/n”

A cut for a kiss

A cut for a kiss (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 472 words (sorry it’s so short)

Warnings: kissing, teenagers (exciting), caught, mild self harm/faking injuries, I have no idea what else to put here.

Summary: Newt is constantly ‘hurting himself’ forcing him to go to the med jacks hut. but you soon learn he has motives other than to heal.

you sit on a stool, flicking through a book that looked like it had been untouched for at least a year. a knock sounds at the door and you sigh quietly, knowing full well who was standing on the other side.

sure enough, when the door swings open, a very familiar sandy haired boy stands there, and you see his dark eyes light up when he sees you.

“what is it this time Newt”. he stretches out his hands, showing thorn pricks too perfect to be real.

you roll your eyes at him and sit him down on a cot, rummaging around for bandages. you move back to him, white cotton in hand.

he watches, almost too eagerly, as you bind his hands. his mouth opens like he’s about to say something, but he shakes his head a fraction and closes it.

you finish bandaging Newt’s cuts and see his face fall slightly as you swing the door open, gesturing him to leave. he stands up slowly, but you stop him just before he can walk through the door.

“Newt”

“Mhm”

“You can’t keep faking injures to come here”. A red flush creeps along his cheeks, “I-I-“ he stutters.

“I’m not stupid Newt”. he looks at you in the eyes, “I never did nor ever will call you stupid”

you look at him, mouth hanging open slightly, not expecting his response. he keeps looking deep into your eyes, and you turn away as you feel flush spreading down your neck.

a smile spreads involuntarily across your lips and you find yourself lost for words. he smirks saying quietly, “I like you Y/N”

your heart thumps faster and you look back at him, smiling, “I like you too”.

his eyes show surprise as you approach him, taking his hand. he pulls you closer, your faces an inch away from each other, his hot breath tingling your face.

you drag him backwards until he is pressing you against a wall of the med jack hut. his face presses into your neck and his sweet, earthy smell hits your nose.

his lips find yours and you run a hand through his hair. you pull him closer still wrapping your arms around his neck gripping the back of his shirt, still latched to him by the lips.

“You two having fun”

you and newt break apart, looking towards the door. Minho stands there smirking, “I was wondering where you had got to Newt, Alby wants you”

“Ably can wait” Newts cheek glowed red and you could only expect your’s did too. Minho grins at us, “I’ll let you two carry on then”. he slides the door closed, no doubt to spread the word that Newt and the new med jack were making out in one of the huts.

you look sheepishly back at Newt and find his eyes already on you. you both grin at each other and move back together, your lips meeting.

(sorry if it’s bad, still a learner right here)

I really like you

I really like you (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 665 words

Warnings: kissing, eavesdropping, romantic stuff (why are these hard to write)

Summary: when you overhear a conversation with Thomas and Newt, you find out he feels the same way about you, as you do to him.

you press your back up against the hut, listening hard to the two murmuring voices. sighing in quiet frustration, you move closer so you’re nearly visible from behind the wall.

“..listen, I know your going to deny it, but hear me out”

Thomas’s hushed whisper sounds from where he was sitting with another boy.

Newt’s apprehensive voice drifts towards you, “go on”

after a deep breath, Thomas says, “you like y/n, don’t you”

you peep your head around the hut and the little of the blond boy’s face that you can see is slowly turning a deep shade of red.

“I don’t know what you’re-”

“Seriously Newt. do you honestly think that you’re convincing anyone. you really aren’t. you turn as red as a tomato every time you look at her.”

he looks at his hands twisted in his lap and mumbles something you cannot hear. Thomas laughs, “you should go up to her, talk to her, at least look at her.”

“I can’t”

Thomas looks at him in exaggerated disbelief, “you got your leg snapped in three different places, you would run into a griever to save someone else and you’re scared of a girl”

Newt doesn’t answer.

“And what is more” Thomas raises his voice a little, “she’s standing right behind that hut, listening to our every word”

you hear a soft thump, and when you turn the corner you see Newt on the floor, evidently having just fallen.

Thomas is wearing a grin as he watches Newt’s face, as expected, turning red.

“oh hey y/n” he didn’t meet your eyes, staring at the ground. Thomas slaps his hands together, grinning, “ahh, here comes Minho now, I better go meet him.”

you know perfectly well that Minho was, at that moment, working with Chuck to sneak food out of frypan’s fridge, due to walking directly past the pair, hearing their whispered commands. not where Thomas was pointing.

Thomas walks off, grinning so widely the corners of his mouth almost touch his ears. you watch him leave and see Newt do the same.

scuffing the ground with the toe of your shoe, you click your tongue and look at the sky.

“Listen,” you look the boy in the eyes, “I’m not going to beat around the bush here, but,” you take a breath, “is it true you like me, or was it just a joke”

you look at your fingers. after a few moments Newt speaks, “No, no its not a joke. I like you y/n”

you find yourself surprised and look up at him, to find him, for the first time, ever you suppose, looking at you in the eyes. you stare at each other for a few moments, or maybe it’s several years, staring deep into his dark eyes, gentle and soft.

almost as though you’d planned it, you both start moving towards each other. you keep moving until you’re almost touching foreheads, not breaking eye contact.

“I like you y/n. I really like you.”

you smile at him, and reach for his hand, “I really like you too”

and then your lips were pressed together, swaying on the spot, hands intertwined. you close your eyes, lost in your own world. no maze, no glade, nobody but you and the blond boy.

you reach your arms around him and pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands move down to your hips as you continue to spin on the spot.

eventually, after what feels like several sunlit years, you break apart. Newt’s face is redder than ever and a wide smile is spreading across his face. he laughs and brushes a hair away from your eyes.

a loud, distant whoop sounds from a ways away, and you turn to see Thomas, jumping up and down, shouting, “he did it, he did it.”

Newt looks at you and rolls his eyes, smiling, as Thomas keeps shouting, his voice echoing past you and Newt’s once more intertwined bodies. “He did it, He did it, He did it!”

Nothing

Nothing (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 516 words

Warnings: mild violence I suppose, spying, (argg)

Summary: you find a perfect hiding place, with a great view of the vegetable patches, but maybe it wasn’t as good as it first seemed.

you glance out from behind one of the huts, eyes darting around the glade. looking for… there! the boy stretched, brushing blond hair out of his eyes and looking up with narrowed eyes at the sun.

another boy walks up to him, says something and hands him what looks to be a trowel like thing. he nods in thanks and the boy walks away.

Newt crouches down, using the strange tool to dig up what must be weeds. the sun beats down on the vegetable patches, causing several track hoes rise to their feet to wipe sweat from their forehead every so often.

one of the boys gets to their feet, and shouts something over the many poles, holding up vines of different fruits and vegetables. voices shout back and a large tomato, by the looks of it, is thrown across the patches and caught by a dark haired boy.

“now, now, y/n, I hope we’re not spying”. you jumps so violently, you feel as if you must have jumped at least a foot in the air. still shaken, you turn to see Minho, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes, grinning at you. “don’t do that. you made me jump”

“what are you up to then, seems to nice of a day to be shilling around over here”. you can tell by his voice he knows exactly when you’re doing there, but wants you to admit it yourself.

“Nothing” you don’t quite meet his eyes, grasping around for a change of subject.

“y/n,” Minho says in mock outrage, “you shouldn’t call people nothing”. you shove him, as he starts giggling at the red flush creeping up your cheeks.

“go talk to him”

“who”

“y/n, there’s no point pretending anymore, it’s not like your doing a great job in hiding it”

you huff, not sure if your annoyed or pleased. Minho shrugs, “alright, if you won’t, I will”, he starts walking out from behind the hut and you grab his legs, dragging him down. “don’t you dare”

“Help she’s attacking me”. a couple heads pop up, looking slightly scared, as though they expected to see Minho being mauled by a griever.

you stand up, facing Minho, back to the vegetable patches. “if you ever do that again, I’ll-”

“Minho what’s going on”

you see Minho grin at you before you turn to see Newt, looking both confused and amused. “y/n has something they’d like to say to you”. you stomp on his foot and Minho hops around, “be careful around this one Newt, she’s aggressive”. and then he’s walking away, laughing, leaving you with Newt, your face getting slowly redder.

“So, you wanted to say something” he pressed after a moments silence. “it’s nothing”

he smiles, “alright if you say so”, he starts walking away from you. “Oh and y/n”

“Yeah”

“I wouldn’t hide behind the huts next time if I were you, you’re not very well hidden”. and then he’s gone, leaving you to compute what he’d just said and thinking of what you would do to Minho when you got your hands on him.