Im Sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1001 words

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! peeps getting hurt, violence, someone getting electrocuted

Summary: when you fly your way to Crank Palace you find Newt, less than happy to return with you.

you sit on the floor of the berg, looking down at the price of paper clutched in your hand. Thomas and Minho’s eyes are latched onto the note as well, their friend’s last goodbye.

you breath in very deeply, and stand up, your legs still shaking. “Right, we need to go to, wherever they’ve taken him”. you can feel Brenda and Jorge looking at you, something between pity and exasperated swimming in their faces.

“y/n-”

“-no, we’re not going any further without Newt” you fold your arms and sit back down, crossing your legs. Jorge opens his mouth to say something but Thomas cuts him off, “don’t try and argue with her, she won’t budge”

*

“He said- very pointedly, I might add- to tell you guys to get lost”

you fold your arms across your chest, “we’re not going anywhere without Newt.” Minho and Thomas nod and stare stonily at the guards.

“Did you not hear what I said?”

“Your jobs not done” Thomas takes a step towards the guard.

“Yeah, so if you want your money, you better take us to him”

the guards sighs and mutters darkly. “come on then, I’ll take you to your friend”

you step over rubbish, mud and suspicious looking scarlet patches. there are shrieks and shouts that sound like they came from a strangled animal.

the others are looking around warily but you stride after the guard, not even stopping when you stepped into a pile of mud, splattering yourself with mud.

eventually you reach a run down bowling alley, with cackling laughter echoing from it. the others are talking quietly behind you. “..I just have a bad feeling.” you spin around to face her. “don’t come then, but I’m getting Newt back if it’s the last thing I do.” Brenda looks slightly taken aback but there is understanding in her eyes.

you push your way into the building, Thomas, Minho, Brenda and Jorge close behind you. your eyes scan the room, as you step over people muttering to themselves or else hitting each other over the head all the while grinning.

then you spot him, even in the dark you recognise him. you speed up your pace and the others hurry to catch up. you’re so focused on making your way towards him that when his voice echoes around the dark room, “I told you bloody shanks to get lost!” the others stop behind you, and you keep your eyes on the boy. “Newt, listen to me-.” you step forwards, one hand outstretched. “y/n, listen to me, turn around and leave, now”

“Newt, please-.”

“y/n, stop”

“Newt-.”

“y/n” he turns around, his dark eyes dancing in the small blinking lights of the building, and a launcher gripping in his shaking hands, “y/n, please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

your heart sinks down to rest, somewhere around your navel. your mind is spinning, broken only when Newt’s voice tears at the air.

“I am a Crank Minho! I am a Crank! Why can’t you get that through

your bloody head? If you had the Flare and knew what you were about to go through, would you want your

friends to stand around and watch? Huh? Would you want that?”

“No, I wouldn’t” your voice comes out soft, but makes Newt turn his head, “but I would have thought maybe you would care enough for a goodbye”

his gaze softens, “If that’s all you want, goodbye y/n”

you shake your head, as though trying to clear it, “no…no” your voice is so quiet it’s more of a whisper “no Newt, I don’t want a goodbye, I don’t want to leave here without you”

“you have to”

“no”

“you have to”

“no I don’t”

“y/n, don’t make me hurt you”

you feel as though you must be wearing a look similar to being hit over the head. “at one point, you said you would never hurt me, you promised” you take a deep breath of forced calm, “but I suppose that means nothing to you now”

it was Newt’s turn to look slightly stunned. “I’m sorry.” his voice was less than a whisper, and his eyes were sparkling, whether with tears or anger, you could not tell.

he raises the launcher in shaking hands, still mouthing those two words, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

and then there’s a fizz of electricity and a blinding flash of light. your limbs jerk around, and you see the others bend over you, shouting something that cannot penetrate the ringing in your head.

he had done it, he had hurt you. you do not move as arms carry you out of the dark bowling alley and back into the berg. a blurry face bends over you, while you mouth one word, Newt.

you blink rapidly, the world fuzzy and distorted. you sit up straight looking around and startling Minho who has evidently just woken from a doze in a chair nearby. despite yourself, you fond yourself hoping it was all a dream, that Newt’s soft voice and protective arms would comfort you any moment now.

but judging by the look in Minho’s eyes, you know it wasn’t a dream. Newt was gone, and you may never see him again. your hands ball into fists and you fight the urge to scream. Minho leans over and puts a hand on your shaking arm. the touch only reminds you more of the boy you had left and you snatch it away, hissing angrily, “don’t touch me.”

the boy clasps his hand in his lap, looking down at them. of course Minho has known him better, if not, longer than you had and was no doubt upset. but you’re too full of emotions that fight their way out of you.

you twist around and scream into your pillow. scream your voice hoarse. scream until your sobbing. you wish you could sleep but you know you won’t be able to. not with those two words weaving their way around your head.

I’m sorry.

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)

Bloodstained Knife

Bloodstained Knife (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 858 words (tryna make these longer)

Warnings: kissing, attempted suicide, death, losing a loved one, (why are these so hard)

Summary: Screeches echo from down a street and you can only hope that you’re wrong about the source.

you are running. running so hard your legs burn. sprinting. hoping against hope that you didn’t hear correctly. that maybe it was just a cat. yes that had to be it. a cat must have survived the flare and made that noise. it couldn’t be..

you push the thought away. a stitch burns in your side but you don’t stop. you won’t stop until your sure. until your sure he’s safe.

the screech sounds again, tearing through the air, and your heart beats harder. you urge your legs to move, if it were possible, faster.

you feel yourself falling forwards, unable to stop your momentum as you skid across the concrete. blood stains your clothes, but you scramble to your feet and keep running, ignoring the pain in your hands and knees.

the screeches continue, a hoarse voice is shouting, but your too far away to hear what the voice is saying. then the voice stops.

you skid into an alleyway and see two boys. at first you think they are wrestling, but upon a closer look, you see it’s one boy, shaking the other, as though trying to wake him up.

you didn’t want to look any closer, scared of what you’d see but you move forwards. your heart seems to stop as you recognise the boys.

Thomas crouches over a very familiar blonde haired boy, shaking him roughly. Newt lays unmoving, eyes open and glazed over, blood seeping from a knife, that punctured his chest.

a strangled cry escapes your mouth and Thomas turns towards you, tears wetting his face. you rush towards the boy on the floor, pushing Thomas aside so you can look into Newt’s eyes.

they were full and empty, his pupils far too big. they were no longer gentle and caring, and they never would be again.

dark veins made spiderwebs across his whole body, and strings of drool hung from his open mouth.

you rest your head on his chest where you so often had, looking for the familiar, steady thump of his heart, but only finding cold silence.

burying your face in his neck you let hot tears spill from your eyes, making the crimson stains on his shirt ripple and run across the fabric like rivers.

you felt no warm breath, rustling your hair, no gentle hands pulling you close, no whispered words of comfort, and you never would ever again.

people began to crowd around you but you didn’t turn to look at them. whispers and muffled sobs sound from behind you. you do not move. you do not speak.

that is until you feel the boy’s body being slid out from under you. you look up, eyes blurry to see many gladers, along with Minho and Thomas dragging Newt’s body away from you.

“no” your voice is cracked and quiet but it still makes the others turn. “y/n-” Minho starts to speak but you cut him off.

“No, you’re not taking him” your voice is stronger now. Thomas looks at you in pity, “y/n, Newt is dead”

you shake your head, “no”, as though saying it could make it untrue. “y/n” Thomas tries to speak but you drown out his voice.

“no, no, no, no” you repeat it over and over, getting louder and louder until you are screaming, not letting go of the boy you love. or you loved.

the gladers all watch you, none of them doing anything, all of them feeling the pain of losing a friend. they just watch as you continue to scream your throat hoarse.

tears stream down your face, as you scream and scream and scream. why was the world still turning, why hadn’t it ended.

Newt was dead, he was dead and they were still alive. you were still alive. the world kept spinning, it continued. but how could it?

your screaming lessens until you are whispering, “no, no, no”

the boys still hold Newt’s body, waiting for you to let go of him. you look around, looking at all of their faces, and then back at Newt.

you lean down over his face and kiss him gently, whispering into his ear, “goodbye”

the others relax, obviously expecting you to let go, to let him be carried away. but that is not your plan.

quickly yet gently, as you could with your shaking hands, you pull the blood stained knife from Newt’s chest and hold it up to your throat closing your eyes and gripping the dead boy’s hand, preparing to slice.

Minho kicks the knife away from you, sending it spinning across the concrete, and pulling your arms behind your back. you try to scream but your voice is gone and only a small gurgling sound escapes your mouth.

you watch helplessly as Newt is carried away. bowing your head, you sob, not able to look at anyone.

Minho lets go of your arms and you curl into a ball, still sobbing silently. you feel cold, alone, no Newt to hold you. no Newt to wipe away your tears. no Newt to comfort you.

Newt was gone. to a place you couldn’t reach him. he was gone. forever.

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 🤗)

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!”

Forever

Forever (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 426 words (sorry it’s not longer I’ve been busy)

Warnings: cuddling, death, grief, mild gore, SPOILERS!!

Summary: the cold wind gnaws at you and you can’t sleep but you soon find someone else is awake

the scorch, funny really. in the day boiling sun so hot you have to wrap yourself up just to not get burned. yet at night, a cold, strong wind bites at any body parts that were not enclosed in a thick quilt.

except, with the storm taking some of the other gladers along with the quilts they had been using for warmth and shelter. you lay curled in the sand, your arms wrapped around your knees. around you, the others are shivering, many huddled in groups to keep warm.

you watch your hand swirl circles in the sand near you, you try to fall asleep but the cold is gnawing at you. you sit up, wrapping your arms around your chest and staring blankly off into the distance. the dull, sandy distance.

the wind blows your hair around your head, and your body is racked with shivers. you blow into your cupped hands and rub them together, trying to bring feeling back to them.

slow heavy breathing is caught by the wind and you believe everyone else is asleep. you can’t see how they can in this place.

you bury your head in your knees, willing sleep to wash over you.

you head jerks upwards as an arm warps around you. Newt sits beside you, staring straight ahead and shivering as well.

drawing your knees up to your chin, you lean into the boy and put your head on his shoulder.

he puts his head on your head and sighs quietly, looking off into the night. his thumb strokes your arm as you sit there in silence.

each thinking your own thoughts, staring into the endless dunes, wondering if this nightmare would ever end. whether things would ever go back to normal. the answer comes almost instantly.

no, things would never go back to normal, you had suffered to much loss for that. images race their way through your mind. Jake screaming as the lightning blew off his leg. Alby walking into the mass of Grievers. Chuck with the spreading patch of crimson on his chest. Winston with a ball of metal spreading down his head. screaming gladers being pierced by the spikes of grievers.

you push yourself closer to Newt. if anything happened to him. you push the thought away. no, nothing was going to happen to him, you would reach the safe haven, all of you would.

you would be safe. free for the first time you could remember. away from WICKED. away from the scorch. away from the cranks. forever. you would be safe and happy. forever. with the boy you loved. forever…

(just wanna mention that I’m always grateful for requests, it saves everyone from my own pitiful ideas 😁)

(Just have to add this, rereading ur old fanfics and spotting 10 spelling mistakes, 6 grammar errors and 7 unexplained parts in one papargraph, yall must think I’m like 8, 😂)