I Really Like You

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!”

A Whisper Of Comfort

A whisper of comfort (newt x reader)

Word count: 515 words

Warnings: mild romance, mention of blood, injuries, intense pain, been sitting here for like 20minutes trying to spot any others.

Summary: after being hurt in the maze, Newt is all too happy to look after you

pain ripples through you, sending jolts like electric shocks, up your body. you drop to the ground, Minho and Thomas both crouching down to check on you.

you clutch your leg, small black dots appearing in your eyes, as the night sky ripples before you.

your head turns at a worried voice. it takes you a moment to figure out who’s speaking. you narrow your eyes in confusion as you see Newt, dark eyes, so usually gentle and soft, flaring with anger, shouting at Minho.

“how could you let her get hurt”. Minho was talking but drowned by Newt’s shouts. Thomas walks towards his friend, holding Newt’s shoulder to try and calm him.

the boy snatches his arm away, shoots one more glare at Minho, and falls to his knees next to you.

he slips his hands underneath your writhing body, and slowly raises you. Minho is speaking agin but Newt is already running, or rather hobbling, away with you towards a med jacks hut.

a small whimper of pain escapes your lips and Newt looks down instantly whispering to you, “it’s ok y/n, your going to be alright”

he plants a small kiss on your nose and continues to run as fast as his injured leg will allow.

he starts screaming before he’s even entered the hut. “Med jack! Medjack now!”. Someone comes skidding into view but your vision is blurring too much to tell who it is.

Newt gently lowers you onto the table, and begins moving away, but you reach out and hang onto his sleeve, whispering his name.

he kneels next to you, as the medjack bandages your bloody leg, letting you grip his hand when the pain becomes unbearable.

the medjack says something that cannot pierce the dull ringing in your head, and you feel sleep tugging at you, the last thing you see as you slip into unconsciousness is Newt’s face, pale yet trying to look brave for you.

you groan and your eyes flicker, your memories from last night vague. a soft blanket is lain over you, tucked in at the edges to keep you warm. The only thing you remember is the worried, blurred face of Newt.

“Newt” your voice is hoarse and cracked, but you hear a creak and see the boy move towards you, evidently just moving from his post of watching over you.

He holds your hand and you notice dark shadows under his eyes, standing out on his pale face. “How are you y/n”

“Probably a lot better than you, you look like you haven’t slept in years”. He waved an airy hand, “don’t worry about me”

you prop yourself up on your elbow, but he gently pushes you back down, “you need to sleep”

“I can’t” you protest, “it’s lonely”

“I’m still here”

“I know but..”

he sighed though you can tell he doesn’t mind, and slides in beside you, letting you lean you head against his chest. his hand strokes your hair as he whispers a soft string of gentle compliments to you, until he hears your breathing go heavy.

Uhm

Uhm (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 738 words

Warnings: kissing, mention of illness

Summary: You and Newt are trying to share a private moment but Minho has other plans

you sit in a cot, arms folded, a sheet tucked up to your chin. two boys walk into the door room, one carrying a bowl of soup, the other, swinging a basket of strawberries.

Minho sets the bowl down and jumps onto your bed, about an inch away from crushing your legs. “Minho lay off, she’s supposed to be resting” the other boy looks half amused, half disapproving.

“Like she cares” he laughs, “you look like a monkey y/n” he makes his eyes half lidded, holds his arms out awkwardly from his side and sticks out his bottom lip.

“I’d hit you over the head if I didn’t get banished for it”

he giggles, rocking on your bed and earning another exasperated glance from Newt. “I don’t know how you became a keeper,” he sighs and sets his basket down next to you, sitting on the floor nearby, legs crossed.

“It must be because of my dashing good looks.” he strikes a pose making you burst out laughing. “I can’t wait till’ I can join you all again, it’s dull here.”

“Welp, medjack knows best”

“You think you could do better than them”

“Yeah, maybe I should have been a medjack rather than a runner”

“Now there’s a scary thought,” Newt’s face splits into a grin, “sorry young lad, I know you’re heads hanging off but you better get back to running, no days off”

Minho is giggling so hard, he falls off the bed, curled on the floor, still laughing like a hyena.

you reach over and pop a strawberry in your mouth as Newt helps a still laughing Minho to his feet. “we should probably let you get rest now”

“no, don’t”

“y/n”

“Come on it’s so boring here on my own”

Minho looks at you, “well at least this will be the last time in a while you get a fever”

you scoff, “yeah right, if I don’t get another fever after this one, I’ll tell Newt I love him.”

everyone freezes, taking a moment to understand what you said, while you bury your head in your hands, silently cursing yourself.

soft footsteps approach your bed. “y/n,” Newts voice sounds from above you, “say that again.”

“if I don’t get another fever I’ll tell Newt I love him” you mumble, lifting your hands from your face, and looking up into those dark eyes.

he lets out a small sound, somewhere between a laugh and an ‘oh’. he looks like he might faint or do a backflip, you can’t tell which. either probably wouldn’t be welcome in this small room.

“well, I think you’ll find he likes you too”

“Really”

“Why don’t you ask him”

you smile and he smiles back. you both lean forwards into each other until your lips are brushing. you puts your arms around his neck and you can feel him smile. you close your eyes, lost in a world with just you and Newt.

a loud wolf whistle brings you two to your senses. you both turn to look towards the noise. Minho is leaning in the doorway, a smile on his face, someone standing next to him, holding a handful of daisies in a small fist.

Chuck is looking between you, Newt and Minho, obviously not sure whether he should laugh, or leave the room. “uhm” is all he could manage.

you straighten up and Newt does the same, acting like the young boy hadn’t just waked in to them kissing. “What have got there Chuck?” you try to change the subject.

he holds out his hand and puts the flowers on the table near your bed. “thank you, they’re lovely, uhm,” you grasp around for something else to say, “why don’t you go with Minho, maybe you can show him where you got those flowers.”

Chuck nods to you and looks at Minho. Minho grins at him, but as he turns you could have sworn you heard Minho whisper, “you tell the trackhoes and I’ll take the runners.” the echo of laughter leaves with Minho and you are left with the boy.

“So, do we just pretend that didn’t happen.” you ask slowly.

“I like that idea.” he smiles, but before he approaches you, he shuts the door with his boot. probably for the best as you could already the hear the exclamations as Minho and Chuck regaled the definitely over exaggerated story of what they had just seen.

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.

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.

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 🤗)