Golden

Golden

Golden (newt x gn!reader)

Word Count: 529 (sorry it’s so short)

Warnings: hints at being naked

Summary: the boy told you to wake him at sunrise but you find yourself not wanting to.

the golden light of the sun peers over the gigantic walls, turning the sky a honey colour.

you stand in the doorway of the hut, wondering what to do. Newt had told you last night to wake him if he wasn’t up by sunrise, but the peaceful look on his face made you not want to.

the yellow light of the sun shines onto his face, turning his hair, which was growing fast and covering part of his face, a beautiful golden colour. it rustles with every steady breath giving it a feeling of being alive.

freckles splash his pale face making it look as though small fireflies dance across his cheeks and nose.

his thin pink lips are turned up in a small smile, no doubt he was dreaming of a better place than here.

but that was not the only reason that you do not wish to wake him. he looked so relaxed and content that a soft yellow glow seemed to emanate from him, only another thing that made him look like an angelic, ethereal being.

you walk slowly into the room, not wanted to rouse the sleeping boy, but knowing you have to.

“Newt.” you breathe, half hopping that he won’t wake.

he groans a little and curls further into the hammock.

“Newt.” you move closer to him, brushing hair his from his closed eyelids. his blond eyelashes flutter and he opens them, showing slightly bleary chocolate irises.

“y/n? what are you doing here?” he runs a hand through his hair, unsticking strands of it from his face.

“you told me to wake me up at sunrise.” you roll your eyes, chuckling slightly.

“Yeah well…” he pauses for a moment, “thanks”

you smile, “you better get out of bed.”

he groans again, burying his face in a pillow before resurfacing and swinging his legs over the side of the hammock.

“I’ll leave while you get dressed.”

“I don’t mind if you stay.”

“nice try,” you smirk and kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll be waiting outside.”

after a minute or two, Newt slips out of the hut, looking much less exhausted. the two of you walk across towards the hall where Frypan’s kitchen attached to the hall where the gladers ate.

the golden sky was now splashed with blue, and the sun was higher, sitting serenely on the gigantic walls.

swift footsteps run towards you, and you turn to see Thomas skid to a stop next to the blond boy.

“you two getting breakfast?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, “that’s nice. listen,” he lowers his voice even though there are no other people around, “Alby needs you Newt, he wants all the keepers and well you,” he adds somewhat apologetically, “to meet him in the map room.”

Newt looks back at you and your mouth tilts into a smile, “I think I’ll be alright eating breakfast by myself for once.”

he smiles and follows Thomas towards the map room, leaving you to watch them for a moment before spinning on your heel and making your way towards the large hall. wondering all the way, what Newt would have to tell you when he returned.

(Sorry it’s short and rubbish, I have writers block, whoop whoop 🎉)

Greenie

Greenie (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 576 words

Warnings: don’t think there is any, but just be aware because I’m not good at spotting these

Summary: by the time Newt gets out of the Medjack’s hut, he finds there is a new greenie, you.

(I’ve put (prompts) in here that you can customise depending on what applies to you, to make this feel a little more personal. just trying this out cause this is my first Newt POV)

Newt POV (gasp exciting 😱)

I sit between two other gladers, elbows on my knees and hands twisted in my lap. Minho and Tommy sits beside me.

“So, did you two find anything new today?” I say.

they shake their head, and I sigh, “How did Alby do without me.” I smile.

Tommy laughs, “you were in the medjack hut for like three days, not much has changed.

Minho looks at his friend in mock disbelief, “what on earth are you talking about Thomas, you didn’t see him bawling his eyes out when his little gardener got punched by Gally.”

“I hear he’s still in the slammer.” I sit forwards in my seat. Minho grins, “you think Alby would let him get away with what he did, not only punching you but talking rubbish about this ugly shank” he gestures to Tommy and he smiles.

just at that moment, a person that I had never seen before strolled past me. I find myself turning in my seat to follow them with my eyes.

they walk confidently past, flicking their, (colour of your hair) hair, out of their eyes.

I turn back to the other two and jerk my thumb at the newbie. “Who’s that?”

“New greenie, arrived here about two days ago, you were still with the medjacks”

I turn back to look at them, laughing with some of the others. “What’s their name?” I don’t take my eyes off them.

“y/n”

“y/n” I find myself smiling, “that’s a really nice name”

“It is” Minho agrees, grinning at my face.

“You’re not usually this interested in the greenie Newt” Tommy is watching me closely and I force my face to become straight.

“I’m going to go and introduce myself”

I stand up, and see the others grin at each other as I walk over to the greenie.

“Hey.” I raise a hand and the newbie turns towards me.

they smile, “hi, I haven’t seen you around here, are you new too”

I have to stop myself from laughing, “no, I’m one of the people who’ve been here longest”

they nod their head and outstretch their hand, “my name is y/n, and yours is?”

“Newt.” I take their hand and shake it.

“Newt, Newt” they murmur, then they snap their fingers, “yes I remember you, those two over there,” they gesture towards Minho and Tommy, “told me about you”

“Oh really, what did they say.” I find myself expecting the worst.

“They told me you are second in command, and you help around when Alby can’t lead this lot. the brown haired one,” they point to Tommy, “told me you’re nice.”

I find my hopes lifting despite myself. “and the black haired one,” my heart sinks, “told me you’re an ugly shank, whatever that means.”

I look at Minho who is smiling innocently. “I don’t think you’re ugly though.” I look back at them and see them blinking (colour of your eyes) eyes. “you don’t?”

“Nope.”

I find myself smiling, “I don’t think you’re ugly. I think you’re pretty. your hair is very pretty and your eyes are beautiful”

they start blushing, turning away with a hand over their mouth.

“Well, I’ll see you around y/n.” I start to walk away, back to Tommy and Minho, smiling goofily.

I sit between them. “so, how did your two get on.” Minho kicks one of his legs over the other.

I grin at him, “that’s the one for me!”

(Hope you like this, I tried something different, I’m sorry if it’s not great, I’m trying to learn as I go)

Can’t sleep?

Can’t sleep? (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 511 words

Warnings: cuddling, this contains descriptions of a condition (insomnia) that I’m definitely not educated in so if I get any facts wrong please let me know.

Summary: you struggle to fall asleep but you know just who to go to.

(Note: this was requested by Anonymous so I hope they and everyone else like it)

(Also sorry this took ages to post, I’ve been making some clay sculptures recently)

you jerk awake for the third time that night. you grumble and turn over. after a couple of seconds you realise there’s no way you are going to get to sleep.

you sigh in frustration and decide to get some fresh air. pushing open your door, you step out of the hut and take a deep breath of cold night air.

standing there, watching the clouds drift slowly across the moon, you look around at the dark huts. there is no movement around the glade, most of the gladers, no doubt, being asleep.

you sit down and put your chin on your knees, watching the wind ripple the grass. you know you need to sleep, but you won’t sleep back in the hammock you had just left.

getting to your feet you start walking along, between the huts.

strolling between the wooden huts you creep past open door where gentle snoring is drifting out into the night.

your eyes fall on a dark hut, slightly apart from the rest. you move towards it, waiting on the threshold for a couple seconds before pushing open the door.

heavy breathing sounds from a dark corner of the room. you take a moment to let your eyes adjust to the dark.

when it does, you see the shadow of a boy, curled in a hammock with his back to the door.

you walk over to it and shake the boy laying in it, whispering as you do, “Newt.”

the slumped shade groans. you shake him again, “Newt.” the boy lifts his head, squinting at you through bleary eyes.

“Tommy?”

“No it’s me”

“Y/n.” he brushes tangled hair out of his eyes and rubs them, “what are you doing here, shouldn’t you be sleeping”

“I can’t”

he smiles at you, pretending to be reluctant though you can tell he less than minds. “Fine.” he pats the hammock beside him and you grin, sitting down next to him. dropping back onto his side, you lay down beside him and he wraps his arms protectively around you, stroking your hair soothingly.

he whispers words into your ear, and you feel your eyelids go heavy, faster than you know they would if you were back in your own hut.

Newt yawns hugely but doesn’t shut his eyes until he hears your breathing steady.

sunlight creates a red glow on your eyelids and you blink open your eyes. Newt is already awake, moving around. he smiles at you when he sees your eyes open, watching him.

“How did you sleep”

you yawn. “No matter how well I sleep I’ll be tired”

he moves to sit next to you. “Do you want to go back to sleep.”

“Minho won’t let me skip running”

Newt waves an airy hand, “I’ll handle Minho. you’re obviously exhausted.”

you nod and curl up, Newt’s sweet, earthy smell still prominent in the hammock.

he lets you hold onto his hand as he speaks quiet compliments to you.

you sigh slightly, close your eyes and drift along with the wave of sleep than washes over you.

It’s all my fault

It’s all my fault (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1074 words

Warnings: kissing, violence, injury, mentions of Newt’s incident, blood

Summary: when you break your ankle in the maze, you notice something in Newt’s eyes

the clicking of a griever sounds from behind you and you run as fast as you can away from it. glancing over your shoulder you see the creature crawling after you. you know you can’t run away from it forever.

taking a deep breath you look towards the wall of ivy. you grip a particularly thick one, pull on it and then begin to climb.

the clicking keeps sounding as you climb higher and higher. you climb and climb. that is until your arm slips out of the grip of a string of ivy. you let out a small gasp as you feel your feet slip and tangle in the leaves.

and then you’re falling. you swing on the vines, attached by your ankle before hitting your head hard on the ground, noticing as you did so, the sky darkening. you won’t make it back before the doors close. you won’t make it back at all.

the griever was getting closer. closing your eyes you try and block out the dull ringing in your head.

someone is running towards you, a boy, you think. he gets closer and closer, until your blurred vision can finally make him out.

Minho runs as fast as he can towards you, finally reaching you and grabbing you. he drags you to your feet and hauls you along after him as he runs.

your feet bump along the floor as he keeps dragging you. shouts from a distance, quiet clicking and small grunts from Minho are the only thing you hear.

finally, you turn a corner and see the gladers, crowded around a rapidly closing door. they shout as they spot Minho and you see through your blurred vision, Newt’s face momentarily split into joy then fills with horror as he sees Minho dragging you.

he bounces on the balls of his feet as the two of you stumble towards the group. shouts fight to rise above each other, “hurry!”

“come on, you can do it”

“leave her Minho, save yourself!” you’re almost certain that one was Gally.

then a huge gasp escapes the gladers and you look back to see what had happened. your heart drops into your stomach as you see Newt break free of the crowd and limp as fast as he could towards you.

he reaches you and gently helps Minho carry you. running in a three, you’re arms draped around both Newt and Minho’s shoulders, you race towards the opening.

the loud screeching of the doors closing pierces the air.

Newt unhook your arms from his shoulder and pushes you and Minho in front of him, through the gap. he jumps through after you, only just snatching his leg out the way before it was crushed.

you slump onto the ground and Minho bends down, examining you for any injuries. “I don’t see why you didn’t just leave her Minho.” Gally’s voice murmurs from somewhere behind you.

a loud thump sounds and you turn to see Gally clutching a bleeding nose and Newt, fist splattered with blood and face contorted into a snarl. he moves forwards, and draws his fist back again, “say that again you bloody shank, say it again and see what happens.”

Minho straightens and puts a hand on his shoulder, talking in his ear. Newt shoots a glare at Gally and turns to you, dropping down beside you.

“What happened y/n”

your voice comes out slightly hoarse as you say, “I was being caused by a griever so I climbed the ivy but I fell and hit my head”

you see Newt’s face drain of colour and he looks like he’s going to faint. something is flashing in his eyes, and Minho is looking at his friend anxiously.

he touches his friends arm and Newt grasps at his wrist still looking faint. sucking in a deep breath of forced calm, he looks back at you. you notice his eyes flitting to your ankle.

“y/n, what happened to your ankle”

“My foot got tangled in the ivy as I fell, I think I might have twisted it”

Newt looks at Minho questioningly. Minho looks closer at the ankle, at the sharp bend in it. he holds onto Newts shoulder, takes a breath and says, “y/n, I think it might be broken”

Newt rises to his feet and sprints off towards the wood, stumbling more than usual. Gally looks sniffly after him, muttering darkly.

you look confused at Minho and he sighs, “has Newt never told you how he broke his leg”

you shake your head.

“It was in an accident,” he stresses that word, “similar to yours.” you can tell he is deliberately keeping something out of the story but don’t press him.

“Do I need to see a medjack”

“Their dealing with Ben at the moment and I doubt there is much a medjack can do for you, it’s not bleeding, and we can’t heal it, all I can do is straighten it”

“I saw them do it to Newt’s leg.” he adds at your skeptical look.

after an excruciating few moments, Minho lets you go to ‘rest’, but you have other motives. you limp towards the trees looking for, there.

a boy huddles up against a tree, shaking, either with sobs or shock. you limp closer, calling out his name.

his head jerks towards you and as soon as he notices your ankle, and you limping he rushes towards you, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault”

“What are you talking about”

“I said I’d protect you, I promised. I never wanted anyone else, not even Gally, to end up like me.”

you hold his cheeks in your hands, tears streaming down his face and sobs shaking his body. looking into his watery eyes you say, “Newt, I love you how you are, you’re the strongest one of all of us, why would I care if I end up like you”

he opens his mouth to reply but before he can, you pull him into you pressing your lips against his.

you finally break apart and look at him, “understand me?”

“Yeah” he answers quietly.

“Good.”

you pull him back into you, with him kissing you back this time, putting your arms around his neck and him holding your waist. you spin on the spot.

“I love you, you know, I really do”

you smile against his lips, “I know”

The Homestead

The Homestead (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 369 words

Warnings: cuddling, kissing, very cringy and sappy writing from me.

Summary: when you have to sleep in the homestead to be safe from the grievers, you find yourself close to a particular blond boy

(Warning: this is very sappy, viewer discretion is advised)

you lie on the floor of the homestead. the boys small snores and the grievers clicking outside, are the only sounds you hear.

turning over, you see the boy you had talked to only hours before, as you planned to sleep next to each other.

you shiver a little as a draft drifts through the boards of the homestead. drawing one of Newt’s jumpers, that he had insisted on lending you, more tightly around you, you see the blond boys eyes flit open.

you look into those dark eyes, as he reaches out a hand. taking it, you put it up by your cheek, not taking your eyes off his.

he inches closer and you let him until your foreheads are touching. stroking your hand with his thumb, he puts his other hand in your hair.

he twirls it in his fingers gently, moving into you and brushing your nose with his lips. you smile and he returns it.

this time you move in and as you press your lips lightly against his, you feel his mouth turn up into a smile.

you feel your chest flutter as he pulls back and looks at you with warmth in his dark eyes.

you pull him closer and wrap your arms around him. he puts his head next to your ear and breathes, “we’ll be out of here before you know it love”

“I wouldn’t mind staying here for a little longer.” you smile at him and see a wide grin spreading across his face, even in the dark.

you move closer together so you’re pressed up against each other.

and then you’re kissing again, more passionately than you can remember. you hold his arm that wraps around you.

he whispers to you, soft strings all slurring into a warm hum in your head.

you hear an annoyed voice, “can you two lovebirds keep it down, some of us,” Minho stresses the word ‘some’, “are trying to sleep.”

“Sorry” Newt say, but he doesn’t sound at all sorry.

Minho grumbles something about there being a time and a place as he turns over.

you press your forehead against the boys and he closes his eyes, sighing quietly.

“Good night y/n”

“Goodnight”

Heights

Heights (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 436 words

Warnings: none (I don’t think)

Summary: you insist Newt see a view from a tree, little do you know he’s scared of heights.

(This is one of my head cannons for Newt)

(Sorry for not posting yesterday and reusing a GIF and not putting tags, I don’t/didn’t have enough signal for it. If I don’t post it’s because of faulty signal)

“If you fall, I’ll never forgive you y/n.”

you laugh and climb higher, looking down through the branches of the tree to see Newt’s pale face watching you closely, his arms extended so as to catch you if you fell.

you look back at the sky and reach for another branch.

“Don’t be a worry guts”

“I don’t think I’m a worry guts for not wanting you to break a bone by falling”

“I’m almost at the top anyway”

you keep climbing steadily until the green leaves at the top of the tree tickle your hair. pushing your head through them, you momentarily have to squint your eyes to shield them from the bright lights of the sun.

your mouth falls open as you gaze across the glade. the sun shines on the ivy covered walls of the maze, you can see across the whole glade from up here.

“I can see everything” you shout back down at Newt.

“Oh, really”

you squint down through the branches, “Why don’t you come up and have a look”

“Oh no, I’m really-“

he babbles as you climb slowly down the tree. “I really don’t-“ you grab his hand and place it against the tree.

he sighs and puts his foot in two intertwined branches, hoisting himself up. you follow after him, guiding his hands and whispering encouragement.

you climb higher and higher, until you reach the top once again. you manoeuvre yourself around him, so you’re standing, shoulder to shoulder.

he holds tight to your hand as you both push your heads above the leaves of the tree. you hear him let out a small gasp.

“I don’t like this, I don’t like this.” you look sideways to see Newt, eyes squeezed shut, gripping your hand tightly.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, listen, I’ll get you down now.”

he nods, takes a deep breath and lets you guide him down the branches, you move around him, and climb down the last two or so metres.

you look up at him, “Newt, open your eyes,” he does so gingerly, “now look at me, don’t look down, look at me.”

his dark eyes latch on yours as if it were the one thing that would keep him from falling the rest of the way down.

“Okay, one foot in front of the other, climb down to me”

he keeps his eyes on yours and feels his way down towards the ground. when he reaches the floor, his face is flushed red.

“Sorry, I’m not a fan of heights”

“It’s nothing to feel sorry of, we’re all scared of something”