Together

Together

Together (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 537 words

Warnings: mentions of Newt’s incident, suicidal thoughts, hugging

Summary: when you and Minho arn’t back before the doors start closing, Newt is getting worried.

the sun creeps below the walls of the maze and you turn to Minho, I worried expression on your face. he’s looking around, anxiously, the usual amused glint in his eyes gone.

you both know what will happen if those doors close with you still out here. as if on cue, a griever clicks from far off and Minho increases his pace so you are pretty much sprinting around the narrow pathways.

“Where is it” Minho mutters to himself, while you glance at the sky which is turning steadily from orange to black.

Then the grinding starts. Minho grabs your wrist and sprints towards the sound of the giant doors closing. you rush down the paths, hair flying into your eyes.

finally, Minho stops and you almost slam into him. a pair of gigantic doors stand about two hundred metres away from you and through the closing gap you see the crowd of gladers watching you two.

“hey, there they are!” a voice echoes towards them and the group starts shouting at you to hurry.

your eyes fall on Newt, running his hands through his hair, looking just about ready to pull chunks of it out in worry. Minho gives you a push forwards and you begin rushing after him.

the grinding of the doors and screams of the gladers ring in your head as you will your legs to move faster. the gap between the doors is no more than a metre now, still closing. Minho hurtles forwards first, and you slide in after him, just as the doors squeal shut behind you.

you slam into Newt, knocking you both flying into the ground, each hugging so tightly to each other you can’t breathe. from beneath you, you can hear his racing heart and short, quick breaths. he’s muttering over and over again, “oh my god, oh my god.” after a good few minutes of lying there, curled on the ground, he gets to his feet, pulling you with him and examining you with shaking hands.

“are you okay”

you shrug, your heart still beating faster than it should.

“I hate this” Newt blurts out suddenly.

“hate what?”

“I hate how much I care about you”

you look at him and still see worry etching shadows in his pale face.

“If you hadn’t come back,” he pauses, “if you hadn’t come back it’d be back up the ivy, and this time I’d find a high enough wall”

you put him at arms length and look at him in the eyes. “don’t Newt, please”

“I’m sorry,” he hugs you, breathing in your ear, “I didn’t mean to upset you”

you shake your head, “it’s okay, just let’s not talk about,” you don’t finish the sentence. you don’t need to.

“let’s make a promise”

“oh yeah”

“I’ll promise not to die, if your promise not to die”

you smile at him, “I like that promise.”

“that’s settled then,” he looks at you, “we’re going to get out of here and make it to somewhere safe, together. I promise”

you grin and let him convince you what he is saying is true.

neither of your were going to die, you were going to get out of this alive. together.

(sobbing cause they have no idea what’s coming 😭)

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.

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.

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.

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)

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.