Moonshine

Moonshine

Moonshine (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 746 words

Warnings: kissing, drunken, alcohol, fighting, (the usual stuff)

Summary: when Newt catches up to you, you start to wonder how much he really had to drink.

you sit around the fire, flickering orange light, illuminating the boys faces. Gally was handing out bottles of his very own moonshine, not good but it’s the only alcohol they have here, despite it being requested to be sent up in the box, multiple times.

a book rests on your lap, with you not wanting to drink or join in with the boys fighting. a blond boy is fighting with a dark haired boy with Asian features. the others cheer and whoop, bursting out laughing as the boys wrestle with each other.

Minho and Newt, both of them obviously drunk, what with their jerky movements and goofy smiles on their faces.

a loud cheer rises as the Newt gets to his feet, grinning rather lopsidedly. Minho jumps up, brushing dust from his clothes, demanding a rematch.

you roll your eyes, and walk away from the group, knowing all too well that Minho would demand rematches until he won. which wouldn’t happen unless he took advantage of Newt’s leg, which you knew, no matter how drunk he was, he wouldn’t do.

the huts in the distance are dark, most of the gladers being at the campfire. you almost are at the huts when stumbling footsteps reach your ears.

you turn to see Newt, still grinning goofily. “Hey y/n” his words are slurred and his eyes unfocused. “Hey?”. you find yourself wondering how much moonshine he’d had.

“you look pretty”. you almost burst out laughing, his slurred, nonsense words and ever goofier grin, spreading across his face, was too hilarious.

“Easy there tiger”. he looks behind him,

“where, where’s the tiger?”. you really laugh now. “I think you need to get some sleep”. you hold onto Newt’s shoulder and steer him towards his hut, with him babbling the whole time.

he doesn’t look where he’s putting his feet and ends up dragging you down on top of him. his unfocused eyes narrow in confusion. “What are you doing down here” then the smile is back on his face, “you like me don’t you”

you laugh again as you pull him to his feet, keeping him moving towards the hut. the truth was you did like him, but what with him being completely unaware of what he was saying, on top of the fact he’d remember nothing of your encounter in the morning, it didn’t seem like a good time to admit it.

the door opens and you’re about to walk through when Newt turns to face you. “You alright?”. he doesn’t answer, just stares at you, looking like he was suffering with some painful internal struggle.

whether he was aware of it or now, you may never know, but before you can think, Newt is approaching you. “umhn”

you barley have time to say another word before his lips are pressed against yours. his breath smells stale and you can taste the alcohol on his mouth.

but, after the moment of shock passes, you find yourself kissing him back. swaying slightly on the spot. footsteps approach you, but you don’t care.

“Oi” Minho’s voice shouts from far away, slurred like Newt’s “Newt’s snogging y/n”. him and some other gladers start up a chant, over and over again “Newt’s snogging y/n, Newt’s snogging y/n”

but, unlike you would in any other time or place, you do nothing, glued to the blond boy before you. the chant fades into the background as Newt moves you both forwards into his hut and shuts the door with his foot.

you break apart, spinning around on the spot with your noses and foreheads touching. the boy drags you down onto his hammock, and sits you down, not letting go of you.

propping yourself up on your elbows as Newt climbs in after you, you find yourself not caring about the sloppy grin that spreads across your face.

the boy lays down, letting you rest your head on his chest, feeling the thump of his heart against your ear. his arms wrap protectively around you, one playing with your hair and the other holding your hand across your bodies.

Newt falls asleep almost instantly, with one last yawn and slurred string of nonsense.

you find yourself slipping into sleep moments later, your last happy thought being the imagined look of Newt’s face when he woke up, finding you two cuddled together in his hammock, and the few gladers who didn’t drink telling him of the nights events.

but you find, that you don’t care.

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”

Daisy Chains

Daisy Chains (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 544

Warnings: kissing, caught, romance, (still really bad at figuring out what to put here)

Summary: you and Newt find a private spot in the forest, though you soon realise is wasn’t as private as you thought.

your head rests on Newt’s lap, and you twirl flowers in your fingers. the only sound you hear is the boys gently breathing and the soft sound of the leaves rustling.

“Sit up for a moment”, you do as Newt says and prop yourself up on your elbow.

he slips a ring of daisies on your head, and tells you to face him. “You look beautiful” he plants a gentle kiss on your nose, and you smile.

“Your turn now”. he looks confused as you twist a small blue flower into his sandy hair. he laughs softly, leaning back on his elbows and letting you fall back on his lap.

Newt, taps you on the shoulder and points into the leaves. a small lizard crawls across a branch, making the leaves rustle.

“Beetle blade” he confirms.

“There’s something quite beautiful about them” you whisper so as not to spook the small creature, or rather robot, you suppose.

“Mm” Newt doesn’t sound convinced.

“I’m serious”

“Maybe you just have a thing for lizards”

you turn and smile at him, “is that a problem love”. he grins and speaks against your lips,

“Not at all”

you run a hand through his hair, looking at him in his dark, gentle eyes.

“I love you”

“I love you more”

you scoff, but wrap your arms around his neck, your noses touching. his hair flies into his eyes, making you laugh as he tries to blow it away from his face.

his hand holds your chin as he lean in for a kiss, which you return instantly.

without breaking apart, a his hands reach down to your hips and you hold a handful of his sweet smelling, track hoe, tank top.

a small rustle makes you turn your head. “Damn it Chuck” Minho’s voice comes from behind a tree. “Sorry” the young boy looks up sheepishly from the ground where he had evidently just fallen.

Minho steps out from behind the tree, calling to Thomas that their “cover has been blown”. the three boys gather in the clearing you and Newt sat, Chuck wiping dirt from his clothes.

Newt stands up, pulling you with him. “What are you shanks doing here”

“I could ask you two the same question” Minho is wearing his usual smirk.

Thomas and Chuck are also looking at you. you turn towards Newt and see his face glowing red.

“Shut up Minho”. Minho laughs and you suddenly wonder something, “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough” Thomas grins at you. “I didn’t know you had a thing for lizards y/n”

“You didn’t” Minho looks incredulously at Thomas, “you haven’t seen the way she looks at this one” he jerks his head towards Newt, making his cheeks, if it were possible, turn even redder.

“Ha, ha” sarcasm lacing every syllable, which only makes the others crack up more.

“Come on y/n, let’s leave these shanks to it” he takes your hand and starts moving away.

“You look good in blue Newt,” Minho calls after you, “goes with your hair”

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 🤗)

Flowers

Flowers (Newt x Reader) (what a surprise)

Word count: 402 (arg my fanfics are getting shorter)

Warnings: mentions of Newt’s incident (no kissing, what a shocker)

Summary: when you follow Newt into the forest, you remember that you’re all just children in a sick trap.

it was strange, whenever you would see Newt around the glade you would see the stern, authoritative, second in command. yet now you saw a gentle young boy, delicately stringing daisies together, or watching small insects crawl up the trees around him.

when he was alone, or so he thought, you saw the gentle, child inside him that he never showed, that he hid under his role of leading the gladers when alby couldn’t.

it made you sad, to see such a young boy having to carry so much weight, so much responsibility. the hatred for the people that put you in this trap only strengthened so you didn’t focus on where you were putting your feet, snapping a twig, and making him look around quickly.

he hastily stuffs to long string of flowers begin his back as you emerged. “Oh hey, y/n, what are you doing here?”.

“I could ask you the same thing”. you step towards him. “oh me? nothing much”

“I didn’t know you were so good at making Daisy chains”

crimson creeps across his cheeks as you pull his hand out from behind his back, and stare down at the perfect chain of daisies.

“these are beautiful” you whisper to him, “I wish I could make them like this”

within minutes, you and Newt are sitting across from each other, Newt guiding your fingers, never getting impatient as you struggled.

eventually you had gotten the hand of it, and you sat next to him weaving a long chain, talking. you caught Newt watching wistfully as the runners return into the glade.

“you miss it don’t you”, he starts,

“Hm” he turns to look at you.

“You miss going out there with them, don’t you?”

“I suppose, but, I’m the only one to blame for why I’m not out there with them”. he stops talking abruptly, and you look over to him.

“What do you mean”

“S’nothing” he stares at his hands, and you don’t talk for the next few moments.

then you lean your head on his shoulder, making him look round at you in surprise.

you lean across and hug him.

he hesitates a moment, and hugs you back, relaxing as he did so, as though the tension was seeping from his body.

you sit there for a moment, hugging, and you whisper in his ear, “I love you just the way you are, nothing will change that”.