Dont Want To Lose You

Don’t want to lose you

Don’t want to lose you (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 331 words (sorry it’s tiny)

Warnings: thoughts of death I suppose (once again staring at my phone for like 15 minutes tryna do these)

Summary: After saving him from a Crank, Newt is angry, telling you, you could have died.

you don’t know why you did it. love you guess. but before you know it your sprinting full pelt before the thrashing bodies. voices shout behind you for you to stop but you don’t listen.

you reach the two and throw yourself at the dark veined, roaring creature for the sandy haired boy beneath it. you spin with the creature, finally managing to twist its arms behind its back. it twists and turns, trying to bite you. you push it away, sending it skidding across the gravel and into a shadowy corner, where it stays.

turning back around, you see the others running towards you, looking scared and anxious, and Newt, looking positively livid, though fear is flashing in his eyes.

he runs at you and hugs you tightly, “Never do that again, you hear me?”

“hey, I’m fine.” you smile at him but his face is still creased with worry.

“I’m serious y/n”

“I’m ok”

“No y/n, don’t die for me.” his voice is sharp with anger and fear.

“what’s wrong I’m fine”

“Fine, FINE,” he’s shouting now, “you could have bloody died, what would I have done then, huh?”

he hugs you even more tightly, “I can’t lose you y/n”

“you’re not going to” you whisper into his ear, leaning your cheek on his head, bent into the crook of your neck. your hand strokes his hair as his rapid breathing slows.

you hold his cheeks in your hands and make him lift his face to you. leaning in, your lips meet and your arms find each other again.

a small cough from behind you, makes you break apart. “this is lovely and everything, but we should move before any more of those things come here and eat us.” Minho has his arms folded, wearing his usual amused expression.

you hold Newt’s hand as you set off again, this time he seems determined to keep you safe from everything. half annoyed, half grateful, you follow him, smiling to yourself.

When will it be over

When will it be over (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 633 words

Warnings: madness, going insane, (I hate doing these) holding hands (gasp) also spoilers!

Summary: you arrive in Denver but things take a turn when you realise they only let in Immunes. (reread this like 5 times, I know it’s bad but I have no idea how else to write it)

(Also, I wrote this a while ago and literally just found it so it’s not amazing)

you huddle in a corner of the berg next to Newt. his hand finds yours in the dark and you rest your head of his shoulder.

his thumb strokes your hand and you hear his heart beating in his chest. the others are breathing heavily, most asleep, you guess.

“Newt” you whisper to the boy beside you.

“Yeah”

“Will this ever be over”. you hear his breath catch in his chest, and he finally says, “I don’t know, y/n”.

you look up at his face, seeing its shadowy outline in the pitch darkness. he shifts slightly, pulling you closer and letting you lean against him. sleep eventually washes over you like a dark heavy wave.

you wake up on the floor, and you snap upright, looking around. light seeps in through the huge window, where Jorge is steering the berg, illuminating the sleeping faces of Brenda, Thomas and Minho.

pushing yourself to your feet, you hear a soft banging sound. you creep towards an opening into another room, towards the banging.

peeking your head around the frame, you see Newt, throwing rocks at a metal wall of the berg.

“You should come back with the others, we might have to leave soon and we need to stick together”. he starts but doesn’t turn. with a scoff he says, “Anyone who sticks with me for too long will end up dead”.

you move towards Newt, and sit beside him. “You’re not a killer”. you put your hand on his but he snatches it away. “You’re so naive. you really think that just because we’re all friends, that my shucked up brain will be able to not hurt you, any of you” he almost shouted the last part.

you shift away from him and fear sparks in his eyes. “Just leave me alone, please”. you stand up and walk away from him, feeling his eyes on the back of your head.

as you enter the cockpit again, Minho and Thomas turn to look at you, having evidently woken up. “How is he” Thomas asks. you shake your head and the boys exchange a look.

Newt limps into the room and you feel the pair watching him. he sits beside you, and you can feel his eyes on you. you reach out your hand to him and he takes it. “I’m sorry” he breathes into your ear.

you press your head into his chest, breathing in his sweet, musky scent. he strokes your hair slowly, looking directly at his friends.

Jorge turns to face them before anyone else can speak and says, “Welcome to Denver boys”

Minho looks at him and starts shouting orders to the others, who begin scrambling to their feet. you rise with Newt, not letting go of his hand as you crowd behind Minho.

the berg lands and you stumble, but the sandy haired boy catches and steadies you. a large hatch opens and Minho herds the boys and Brenda out one by one.

you and Newt reach the hatch but Minho holds out his arm, blocking you from going down. the blond boy glares at him and tries to push past.

Minho shakes his head. “I’m sorry Newt, but Denver is protected, they won’t let anyone in, unless they’re immune”.

“Don’t be silly Newt’s coming with us”. Minho looks at you, pity shining in his eyes.

“y/n, he can’t come”. you grip Newts hand tightly. “How can you be so stupid? he’s our best chance out there, we need him”.

Newt squeezes your hand gently, “It’s ok y/n, I’ll stay here”. you open your mouth to say something but he cuts you off, “I’ll see you when you get back”

you watch as Newt retreats back into the berg, his dark eyes shine for a moment and then he’s lost in the darkness.

Blond

Blond (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 597 words

Warnings: staring (how dare he)

Summary: the hut is lit, and you need to deliver a message, but voices come from inside, do you enter?

voices sounds from a hut, lights still on despite the moon being high in the sky, and you see the outline of three people, talking inside. you hover outside, not sure whether to enter or not. on one hand, Alby wanted you to bring Thomas to him, but you didn’t fancy interrupting this conversation. taking a deep breath, you bounce on the balls of your feet and push open the door.

the three boys inside turn to look at you, the blond one doing a double take. you recognise Thomas of course, and that one must be Minho, the keeper of the runners. the blond boy, who was now staring, almost transfixed, at you, you had seen around the glade, yet never talked to. you rack your brains, trying to remember his name. it begun with N, you know that much.

“yeah, y/n”, Thomas leans back in his chair, looking round at you. “Alby wants you.” you are finding the boy’s staring to be quite distracting, it looks as though he had been hit on the back of the head. Thomas gets to his feet, sighing quietly, “I’ll see you two tomorrow.” Minho nods, with dire warnings of feeding him to the grievers if he dared oversleep. he looks over at the other boy, and Minho snaps his fingers in front of his face.

“huh?” he shakes his head a little, not taking his eyes off you.

“Thomas is going now.” Minho is looking from you to the boy. then a grin spreads across his face. he says in a singsong voice, “looks like Newt has a crush.” that was it, Newt.

Newt’s face was turning red and he finally wrenched his eyes from you to look at Minho. “shut up” he muttered, though ruining the effect by the corners of his lips tilting upwards involuntarily.

you feel your own cheeks go red. Minho is grinning even more widely. “You know what, why don’t I take Thomas to Alby.”

“Minho I’m not a child-“

Minho cuts him off with a jerk of his head to you and Newt. understanding crosses his face and he grins too, “yeah good idea.”and with that, they were out the door, laughing at their own genius.

you and the boy sit in silence, looking at your own hands. “so”, you start awkwardly. he looks up at you, “so?”

“god this is awkward.” he smiles,

“when a get my hands on Minho.” he hits his own hand with his fist and you grin.

you’re surprised how easy it is to talk to Newt. as former runner himself, until an injury he would not tell anyone the cause of, forced him leave, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he felt resentment towards you and the other runners.

however his kind, gentle personality would make it seem almost impossible for him to feel anything like that. after a while, you stop talking and just stare at each other, each thinking their own thoughts. thinking. thinking.

a rap on the door brings you to your senses, you jump to your feet as Thomas and Minho come into the room, looking between the two of you. “So, how did you two get on”, Minho said in an innocent voice.

Newt narrowed his eyes, smiling, and put one foot backwards, leaning forwards, “I’ll give you a five second head start”

Minho laughs and sprints out the door, Newt limping close behind him.

you lean on the doorframe watching the two boys, smiling to yourself. yep, you had never been so sure of anything before. that boy was the one for you.

(Happy weekend y’all)

Run

Run (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 930 words

Warnings: kissing (as usual), injury, blood, (once again struggling with this part)

Summary: you enter the maze to find your friend but you went as alone as you first thought

(Also, tysm to @creativepromptsforwriting, two of your prompts are in this piece, you saved me from my own pitifully few ideas)

it was the evening after he had got lost in the maze. you know, despite what the others said he’s still out there. you know your best friend wouldn’t leave you.

your eyes dart left and right, making sure the coast is clear before sprinting quietly towards one of the giant entrances.

you look back over your shoulder seeing nobody but Newt, sitting in the long grass, looking down at something in his hands that you can’t see.

slipping into the maze, you begin hurrying down a long corridor, you suppose is the best word for it. it had to have been almost 10 minutes when you notice the second pair of footsteps behind you.

you spin around, hair flying. the sandy haired boy, that now you came to think about, probably wasn’t as focused on whatever he was holding as you thought.

“why are you here” you stare accusingly at Newt.

“to stop you doing something stupid, why are you here?”

“you know perfectly well why I’m here”

he sighs, “y/n, he’s gone”

“You don’t know that”

“Nobody survives the night out there”

“Thomas, Minho and Alby did” you persist stubbornly

“That was different”

“Different in what w-“

your cut off before you can say anything more by Newt shushing you, looking around.

“don’t shush me, I know your just trying to get out of the conversation”

“y/n be quiet”

“why, I’m trying to ask you a question and your avoidin-“

Newt slaps a hand over your mouth and pulls you back against a wall, looking around the corner. a clicking sound is drawing nearer, and you look to see a horrible creature, crawling towards you.

this must be the grievers that the runners would often talk about. Newt pulls you around to face him again, the clicking getting ever louder.

“Listen to me” he breathes “you need to use a moment of distraction and run. run as far away as you can and try and find help”

“and what about you?”

“I’m going to be the distraction”

“Newt-“

he cuts you off yet again. “do you want to make it out of this shuck maze alive”. you nod and he gives you a small, gentle push.

he put your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. “don’t die”. red flush creeps along his cheeks as he smiles. “I won’t”

you start sprinting away from Newt and the griever as he turns the corner to face it. you run, trying to remember the steps you took to get where you were.

finally you reach the glade, shouting at the top of your lungs. “HELP!” you scream until figures rush towards you.

“What’s going on” Minho reaches you, looking concerned. you explain to him in one breath about, the maze, the griever, about Newt.

Thomas and Minho listen to you and by the time you finish, are already running towards the maze, you right behind them.

they sprint down pathways, following the loud sounds of clicking. you skid to a halt in the clearing when you see the griever standing over a bloodied Newt, practically dragging his injured leg behind him as he crawls in an attempt to fend off the beast.

Minho looks at you and says as quietly as he can while being heard over the din. “y/n get Newt out of there, me and Thomas will distract it and be right behind you.”

“Go!”. you sprint towards the crouched form of the blonde boy, as Minho and Thomas run around you towards the screeching creature.

you put your hands under his arms and drag him towards a corner.

“Hey y/n,” he looks at you through bleary eyes “don’t worry, I didn’t die”. you laugh quietly, “good, you never will when I’m around”. you bend down and kiss him.

“Umm, I don’t want to break up this sweet moment,” Minho’s voice comes from above you, “but there’s an angry griever making its way towards us right now”

you help Newt to his feet and let him drape an arm around your shoulders, hurrying after the other boys. the clicking gets louder, following you. you keep turning corners. left, right, left again, two rights.

you can tell Newt is doing all he can to make the run easier for you, but between his leg being practically limp and his many other injuries, you are both hobbling.

eventually, your legs slip out from under you and you and Newt fall into the dust. the boys turn around to help you but you don’t let them.

“keep going” Newt urges you “don’t worry about me, get out!”

“Fat chance, I’m not leaving here without you”. You drag him to his feet and continue on running, shouting for Minho and Thomas to do the same.

you reach the glade, and Newt slides from your grip onto the floor. you clutch your chest, panting as the clicking sounds fade slowly.

“We need a medjack” you try to lift Newt again, but stop at once when a small pained sound escapes his mouth.

someone was already running towards you and you recognise Clint. While Minho says in hurried tones about what happened, Thomas helps you lift Newt, and you follow the med jack into their hut.

While Clint rummages around, and Minho and Thomas start walking away, talking intensely, you hold Newt’s hand, stroking the back of it with your thumb.

“y/n”

“yeah”

“you won’t leave me will you? you’ll stay?”

“of course. I’d never leave you”

Newt’s eyelids start to droop, and, with you still holding his hand, falls asleep.

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!”

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.