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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.

Maze

Maze (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 151 words (yikes it’s tiny)

Warnings: kissing, death, injury, grief

Summary: the battle is over, but the casualties are not

(Lil note, if you haven’t read the book, this isn’t what happens, but this is something I just thought would be fun to write so, here it is)

you grip the knife in your hand, feeling your arms ache, and throb with scratches. people shout and grievers shriek.

out of the corner of your eye, you see Thomas throw a makeshift spear at a griever that had its pinchers gripped on a boy and it screamed, releasing him.

Thomas crouches down and Minho jumps over him, slamming into the griever. but at that exact moment, Teresa and Chuck must have managed to turn off the grievers. the creature shrieks once more and then stills.

Minho straitened up, looking around. blood splashes the walls of the maze and dead grievers and gladers alike lay sprawled on the ground.

Thomas joins Minho, surveying the area, “is it over?”

the remaining gladers are crowding around the pair, some with tears in their eyes and most with cuts and bruises. “I think so, I think it’s finally over”

the boys let out a small cheer and some slap each other on the back. you grin at the faces of the others, sure they had lost many, but it was over, they were safe.

your eyes fall onto Newt and you smile at him. he looks at you meaningfully, and takes a bloodstained hand away from his stomach, looking down at the scarlet blood spreading across his clothes.

“No!” people turn at your shout, and watches you sprint towards Newt. his eyes roll into the back of his head and he slumps to the ground.

you slide towards him on your knees, pulling his head onto your lap. his breathing is raspy and shallow.

“shh, shh, it’s alright, you’re alright, you’re going to be okay”

you look over at the others, “someone do something.” they stare at you, looking scared and helpless. “y/n.” he says quietly, and you look down at him.

“lean down.” you do as he says, not taking your eyes away from his. he pulls you closer to him and kisses you. your tears drip onto his gentle face. “I love you” he whispers in your ear, his breath rustling your hair.

you hug him tightly, “I love you too.”

you lean back to look at his face and his breathing is slowing. “Newt, you’re going to be okay.” he shakes his head and smiles sadly at you. his mouth opens and you put your ear next to it to hear his quiet, rasping voice, “Live for the both of us, okay?”

you nod at him and tears stream down your cheeks. he lets out a soft sigh and his eyes glaze over.

you lean your head on his chest and sob as the others crowd around you, some crying as well.

Minho puts a hand on your shoulder and pulls you up to your feet. “We need to go.” you wipe your nose on a sleeve and reach for Newt.

“y/n, we have to leave him.” you look at him and see sadness in his eyes. you nod, look back down at the boy and plant a kiss on his lips. “I love you”, you whisper in his ear, before following the others.

away from the glade. away from the gladers. away from the maze. away from Newt…

Forever

Forever (Newt x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jealous

Jealous (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 531 words

Warnings: drinking, drunk teens, kissing, Minho and Thomas and lots of other gladers kissing, cuddling (my sister is concerned for my after reading the warnings)

Summary: After a game of spin the bottle, you are forced to kiss Thomas but when your break away, you notice someone is gone.

you sit around the shining fire, laughing with the others. orange light illuminates their faces as they look towards Gally, stumbling towards the group with an empty bottle in his hand, grinning.

your knees bumps into Newt’s who sits beside you, as the gladers budge up to let Gally sit down. “Who wants to play spin the bottle”

this is met by many cheers, and Gally sets the bottle down.

after a while, in which most of them had had a few more drinks as they watched pairs kiss and either roar with laughter or hide their glowing red face in their hands.

by the time Minho almost knocked Thomas over with a kiss through laughter, most, Gally, Thomas and Minho most prominent amoung them, were drunk.

“Aight’ then, y/n’s turn” Minho reaches forward and spins the bottle, just as you feel the blond boy beside you stiffen.

a cheer rises from the group as the bottle spins to a stop, facing Thomas. he looks at you, his eyes slightly unfocused. you lean forwards, rolling your eyes at the other boys watching you two closely.

movement catches your eye, and by the time you have pecked Thomas lightly, ignoring the cheers rising from the others, you turn to see Newt disappearing into his hut.

you look sadly after him and decide to follow. your chuckles rap lightly on the door and you push it open, looking inside. Newt sits on his hammock, looking at, half standing as though he had begun to get up.

“Oh hey y/n.” his voice is light and casual but you know something’s wrong.

“What’s wrong”

“S’nothing”

“Yeah right”

you sit down next to him and he fiddles with his hands, twisting them together.

“are you jealous.” he doesn’t answer you, just stares down at his fingers.

“Hey, look at me. No look at me.” you lift his chin with your hands and look him in the eyes, “nothing’s gonna stop me from loving you. not the flare, not WICKED, and definitely not some stupid kiss in an even more stupid game. Understand?”

he nods, not meeting your eyes. you push your lips into his and his eyes widen but he’s kissing back. you break away from him, “let me ask again, understand”

“I understand” he says a hint of his beautiful laugh back in his voice.

you move back towards him and your sitting there, your arms around his neck and his around your waist. you sway slightly, grabbing handfuls of his tank top as you press ever closer to him until you’re practically on top of him.

after a few more moments, or maybe it’s an hour, or maybe even a couple days, you break apart, foreheads touching, looking into each others eyes.

you hand finds his hair and you twirl blond strands in your fingers. Newt lifts you into his arms and sets you down gently, so you’re lying in the hammock. he hops in after you and pulls your head onto his chest so you can hear the steady thump of his heart.

“Newt”

“Yeah”

“I love you”

you can hear the smile in his voice as he replies.

“I love you too y/n”

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 😭)

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.

The Glade

The Glade (newt x fem!reader)

Word Count: 587 words

Warnings: threats, mild violence

Summary: you arrive in the box, with no idea where or who you are

you open your eyes. not much changes. you’re met with pure blackness. a rattling greets your ears and you feel that you’re rising upwards. you appear to be in a lift.

dark objects hit you. something that feels like leaves and what must be a crate. that’s when the panic set in.

what’s is going on? where are you? who are you?

you begin to shout. hoping that someone, anyone will hear you. of course no one does. then the rattling stops. you look around for a moment until a hatch above you opens and light floods into your prison.

covering your eyes with your arms, you look at the inside of your eyelids, tinged with red. voices bombard you, boys by the sound of it. you can only make out a few words they are saying.

“It’s a girl”

“What”

“Yeah, a girl”

“What’s a girl doing here”

you blink rapidly as someone jumps down beside you. opening your eyes fully you see a boy of about 16 smiling down at you with a hand outstretched, “hey greenie, name’s Newt, welcome to the glade.”

rising slowly to your feet, you look around, faces look back at you, all boys, all about the same age as Newt except for a few, 12-13, by the looks for them.

Newt climbs out of the pit looking thing you’d just come up in, tossing his blond hair out of his dark eyes. he twists his fingerless gloves in his hands, brushing dust from his trousers. he reaches down for you and pulls you gently after him. you look down to find your footing and see that one of Newt’s legs is bent in an awkward angle, and he is not putting weight on it.

“I know you probably have a lot of questions but just wait until we get away from this lot and I’ll answer them”

you nod silently tearing your eyes away from his leg and, follow the boy as he pushes through the crowd. “I call dibs on her” a voice rises above the crowd and an unknown person grabs your arm.

you give a small exclamation of surprise and Newt turns. the unknown boy tries to drag you into the crowd but Newt pushes his way past you and grabs him by the front of his shirt, lifting him onto his toes. he puts his face about an inch away from the other’s.

“Do that again shank and I’ll snap your neck in half”

“That would be breaking one of the rules Newt.”

yet another boy joins the crowd, smiling. “Alby, he tried to drag the new greenie off.”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to have to banish you, so don’t make me”

Newt drops the boys shirt, shoots him such a look of hatred and contempt he recoils slightly, and makes his way to you and Alby.

Alby pats him on the back, and starts shouting orders getting the boys to haul the crates and strange leafy things, which turned out to be carrots, out the pit.

“right, I spect’ you’re pretty confused, firstly, can you remember your name, only that seems to be the only thing anyone can remember when they come up in the box”

you think for a moment then reply, “y/n, my name’s y/n”

“y/n, that’s a nice name” he smiles at you. “I know you’re probably confused but we’re all in the same boat. no idea where the bloody hell we are, only we call this place the glade.”

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 love you too

I love you too (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 724 words

Warnings: cuddling, arguing, mention of Newt’s incident

Summary: when you decide to become a runner, Newt is less than happy.

(Hi, just wanna say, I’m currently working on a big fanfic, so keep an eye out for that)

(Also I’m posting two fanfics today because it’s the start of the summer holiday for me, so, 😁)

you pound on the door, Thomas standing at you shoulder watching you. “Newt, I know you’re in there, come out.” you can hear him moving around on the other side of the door, but it does not open.

looking over to Thomas, you see him chewing his lip, looking anxiously and sympathetically at the door. you continued to hit the door with your now aching fists, shouting his name.

eventually the lock clicks and the door creaks open a little, with Newt’s face, half hidden in shadow, looking out of it.

you open your mouth, but he holds up his hand. “Listen, I know you want to be a runner, but,” he breathes deeply, “y/n, I know what’s in that maze, it’s more dangerous than you could ever imagine”

he cuts you off as you open your mouth again to retort, “yes, I know, your not stupid, but I know you, if someone else was dying, you would run to try and save them, wouldn’t you”

you don’t answer him, the truth was you would, it often was the only reason he was furious with you. running in to try and save him from anything and usually getting hurt yourself.

“y/n, you need to listen to me, if you’re going to do this, I want you to know something.” he looks at you in the eyes, seriousness glistening in his own. “y/n, if someone gets caught by a griever and you have the opportunity, you can’t save them.”

“that stupid, we have the cure, why not save them”

“If a griever catches you, you’re dead, no matter whether you’re a greenie or someone like Minho, you’re dead.”

he looks grimly at Thomas and you look at him too. he’s looking grave, and you can see what he’s saying is true.

“Newt” Thomas speaks for the first time, “y/n can take care of herself, and if not, I’ll take care of her”

Newt flares up instantly, “don’t Thomas, you won’t always be able to. you know how it works, only when your a greenie do you move in a group, rest of the time your alone. what do you think she’ll do if she sees someone caught by a griever. huh? go on say it.”

Thomas doesn’t answer or look at his friend.

“That’s what I thought”

Newt looks back over to you, “it’s not that I don’t trust you y/n,” he puts a hand of your shoulder but you push him away.

“It’s pretty obvious that you don’t trust me.”

hurt and frustration flashes in his dark eyes and he says in a loud voice, “I’m scared y/n, what do you think I’d do if you died. what do you think I’d do without you”

you know exactly what he was getting at, and shut your mouth tightly, blinking rather rapidly.

he opens the door more and holds his arms open, with you walking into them. he pulls you into him and lets you bury your head in his chest. “hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m just worried about you” he breathes into your ear, stroking you hair.

you hug him tightly, “I’m glad you care about me, but I can do it, Thomas’ll look after me”

Thomas laughs, “if I don’t I’ll get snapped in half by yours truly.” you laugh, a little shakily, still wrapped in Newt’s arms.

“hey, do you want to stay with me tonight.” you nod and Thomas quickly leaves after a good night, as Newt carries you, bridal style, into the room, closing the door with his foot.

he lowers you slowly onto his hammock and climbs in beside you once he’s sure you’re comfortable. after a few minutes of laying in silence, Newt says in an anxious voice, “are you alright y/n, are you still upset”

“I’m alright”, you turn over to face him, and see his eyes streaked with worry. he reaches for your hand, “good, look I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it was tactless.”

“no, no, no” you cup his cheek in your hand, “it was honest, it might be sad, but it was the truth, and the truth can be sad.”

he strokes your hand with his thumb and looks at you silently, after a moment he whispers, “I love you y/n.”

you smile, “I love you too.”

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”

Bloody lip

Bloody lip (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 858 words

Warnings: BLOOD, VIOLENCE (sorry for the caps, just wanna make sure y’all know), kissing, jealousy.

Summary: when Gally find out you and Newt are dating you find him less than happy.

(Tysm to, Anonymous for giving the request for this piece! I’m really grateful, this was very fun to write)

you sit next to your best friend, and he watches you closely, his eyes narrowed. “What?” you ask, annoyed.

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at him.” he jerks his head toward the blond boy, laughing with two others, you had indeed been watching.

“Why”

Gally narrows his eyes, “I don’t like him.”

“You don’t like anyone Gally” you sigh. he grins, “you know me so well.”

“I should hope so.” you stand up, “I’m off to get some food.”

you feel Gally’s eyes on the back of your head as you move meaningfully past the boys.

the blond boy’s eyes meet yours and you flit your eyes to the side. understanding shows in his face and you hear him making an excuse to his friends as you walk off.

you sit on a counter of frypan’s kitchen, waiting for the boy you knew would come. after a moment or two Newt slips through the door, smiling as he sees you. “Hey” he moves towards you.

“How are you”

“Tired.” he sighs a little.

“Too tired to keep meeting me”

he grins, “you know I’ll never be too tired to meet you.”

you share a kiss before Newt clears his throat. “Listen y/n, I think you need to tell Gally about us, he’s pretty much like your brother and he deserves to know”

“Are you kidding, he’d snap you in half.”

Newt laughs quietly, but you keep a serious face, and Newt’s laugh fades.

“Let’s just keep this between us for now, alright.” you say, moving closer to him.

“Bit too late for that now.” you jump away form Newt at the sound of Gally’s voice.

“Oh, Gally, hi” you blush furiously.

Gally’s face is stoney he’s looking at Newt as though he would like to rip him limb from limb.

“Uhm, what are you doing here”

“Don’t act dumb y/n, I’ve been standing here for longer than you think. I’m not stupid, it’s not like I didn’t notice how you both decide to leave at the same time.”

“Listen, Gally.” Newt steps towards him, “me and y/n are just friends, good friends that’s it”

“Oh, Oh” Gally puts his hands on his hips in mock understanding, “Yes, good friends, good friends who kiss each other?”

Newt’s face turns steadily red and he doesn’t answer. “Look, Gally, we didn’t want to tell you because we thought you’d be jealous but me and Newt are dating”

Gally smiles very exaggeratedly and nods making little “oh” sounds. then he grabs Newt, drags him out of the room and throws him into the ground.

you shout in surprise and rush after the pair, seeing Newt trying to get to his feet, wincing in pain. Gally kicks him in the chest, pushing him onto the ground. he kneels beside him and puts his face and inch away form his, “stay away from y/n, you hear me, stay away from her or I’ll break every bone in your body and feed you to a griever.

Newt shrinks away from him, still trying to stand up, but keeping getting pushed down by Gally. “you hear me, blondie.”

Newt shakes his head, “no Gally, you can’t do this”

“Watch me”

he draws back a fist and punches him so hard blood splatters the grass around him. Newt holds his bleeding nose in his hands. you try to rush towards him but you are stopped by Gally’s arm.

“I said you hear me, blondie”

Newt shakes his head again, still looking defiant. Gally swings back his arm again, and punches Newt harder in the face. when he draws back his fist again it’s coated in blood and one of Newts eyes is pressed shut.

“Gally stop”

“I’ll stop when he understands me”

he turned back to Newt, let’s try one more time, “do..you..understand..me……blondie.”

Newt raised his chin in constant defiance, shaking his head and spitting blood out of his mouth onto Gally’s shoe.

Gally draws back his fist again but is stopped before he can punch. he turns to see Thomas holding onto his arm with Minho at his shoulder.

as Gally starts a heated talk with the boys you kneel beside Newt, who’s still cupping his hands over his bleeding lip.

“We need to get you to a medjack.” he nods, letting you help him to his feet. you walk together, seeing the disgusting look Gally throws Newt as you pass.

“Newt,” he looks sideways at you, “thank you, I can’t believe you let yourself get punched to stay with me”

he smiles at you, spitting blood out his mouth before his answers, “of course, I love you, I’m not letting you go for what, a couple scratches and a bruised eye.

“It’s a little more than a couple of scratches but, I appreciate it”

you move towards him and kiss him, not caring when the metallic tang of blood seeps into your mouth.

you don’t know how long you stay there only that the whole time, Gally stares daggers at the two of you, possibly planning the things he would do to Newt next time he got him on his own…

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.

Welcome to the scorch

Welcome to the scorch (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 588 words

Warning: cuddling, mentions of death

Summary: getting through the scorch is less than easy and it leaves you questioning if the ‘safe haven’ is even real.

you cup your hands over your eyes, squinting in the sun. after the storm, you had lost most of the quilts in the strong wind.

therefore the precious few you did have, had been dispersed and shared. the shape of Minho and Thomas’ sheet, bobbing up and down, was visible in front of you.

looking sideways at the boy you were sharing a quilt with, you see Newt’s head jerking sideways to look fixedly ahead.

it was obvious he had just been looking at you or past you. you hitch the white sheet higher into the air, wincing as your aching arms give a particularly painful throb.

with each step, your feet sink into the sand, making you have to kick the annoyingly small grains out of your shoes every few seconds until you accepted that you would never be free of the sand.

the scorch stretches on forever. you have to stop yourself from groaning. how did they even know if the safe haven wasn’t just a sick joke of WICKED’s?

your feet sink deeper into the sand, and as you try and pull them out you fall, face first into the dune.

spitting sand out of your mouth, you raise your head at a worried voice. “Are you alright.”

the blond boy stands above you, one hand extended. you take it and he pulls you to your feet.

“Stupid sand”

he smiles, “welcome to the scorch.” you continue walking after the others.

“so what do you think about this whole safe haven thing.” you look sideways at Newt and he looks back at you.

“Might as well try, it’s either die trying, or sit here and wait to be eaten by cranks.”

you nod. “It just doesn’t feel like it’s gonna be this easy. WICKED put us through hell, and now they’re just going to let us get a cure, this easily.”

“We’re tracking across a desert, we lost many friend in that storm. I wouldn’t call this easy.”

the glaring orange sky starts turning steadily to black and finally Minho stops and turns towards the group.

“Alright everyone, stop here and try and get some sleep.”

several people collapse onto the sand, massaging their aching feet. most huddle together under their quilts as a cold wind starts blowing across the dunes.

you sit down on the sand and wrap the quilt more tightly around you and Newt. lying down, you curl up, trying to keep warm, and get comfortable.

looking over your shoulder, you see the boy do the same. both of you curl under the quilt like a heavy white tent.

you shiver a little as cold air drifts under the folds. turning over you see Newt, knees tucked up to his chin and eyes open, swirling shapes into the sand by his head. he looks up at you and you hold each others gaze.

you slowly start shifting closer together. one second, you have your backs pressed together for warmth. the next, you have your head on Newt’s chest as he has his arms wrapped around you, stroking your hair.

after a moment or two, Newt’s breathing goes heavy. you look up into his face. his eyes are closed. you brush a stray strand of hair that is falling in his slightly open mouth. the heavy breathing of gladers and howl of the wind echo around your small tent like quilt.

you roll knot your side and fall asleep, dreaming of green fields, shadowy indistinct faces and a familiar, smiling, blond framed face…

(Just wanna say, if you wanna put in a request for a maze runner character x reader, that isn’t Newt, you can still request them. I’m happy to giving anything a go)

Lucky

Lucky (Newt x Reader)

Word Counter: 688 words

Warnings: hugging, mention of Newt’s incident, injury, mild violence.

Summary: you feel resentment of Newt, thinking he was so lucky, but you had no idea how wrong you were.

you sit apart from the crowd, resting on a log, a book propped open on your lap. your best friend, Thomas, sits beside you, occasionally looking over your shoulder at what you’re reading. a boy walks past you and you stiffen.

hearing a small exasperated sigh, you turn to face your friend, “what?”

“Nothing”

“It’s obviously not nothing”

he rests his elbows on his knees, looking after the boy that had just joined the others. “Why do you hate Newt?”

“I don’t-“

“Y/n, don’t try and deny it, it’s obvious”

you narrow your eyes at the back of the boy’s blond head.

“He’s so lucky”

Thomas raises his eyebrows. you cross your arms, “I don’t see how he became second in command, surely someone like Minho would be way better for the job.”

sighing, Thomas keeps his eyes on the crowd. you press on, “he barely does any work, why isn’t he a runner, he seems perfectly capable of it. he just lazes around in the gardens all day while you, me and Minho work our butts off.”

you slap the book closed, not interested in it anymore. “I’m going to bed.”

you walk over to your hut, still in a bad mood. it’s not until you reach the door of your hut when you notice the second pair of quiet footsteps behind you.

you whip around and see Newt standing behind you. “Go away, I’m not in the mood”

he doesn’t answer, just looks at you. “Go!”

“Y/n, why are you angry at me, what did I do wrong?” he sounds confused with hurt and coldness edging his voice.

“Nothing, now leave me alone”

he doesn’t move, just looks at you in a mix of pity and sadness. you feel a flare of anger and walk straight up to him, until the two of you are inches away from each other.

“I said leave, I’m not going to ask again”

“y/n-“

you shove him hard, sending him tumbling on the grass.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” you shout at him so loudly that a crowd starts to gather around the two of you.

the end of one of Newt’s trousers legs has slid up his leg and you see several awkward bends in his ankle that you have never noticed before.

“what happened to your leg?”

“Nothing” Newt hastily pulls down the leg of his trousers.

“It looks broken”

“It’s nothing.” he stands up and begins walking away.

“I can’t believe you. and you wonder why I hate you” you add in a mumble.

Newt spins around to face you, his face angry, with a shadow masking his usually gentle features.

“You wonder why I’m not a runner. huh? you wonder why I ‘laze around in the gardens’.” he pulls up his trouser leg, showing the unnatural bends again.

“I was a runner. I was a runner until this stopped me. now I’m stuck with this leg. I wish I could keep running. but I bloody can’t.” his voice rises steadily.

“next time before you hate someone, get to know them first.”

he lets his trouser leg drop and walks away, now that you thought about it, with a small limp.

silence rings in your ears and you look around at the faces. all either shocked, angry or confused.

you sprint around the back of your hut, away from the staring. tears prick your eyes as you start sprinting towards the disappearing shadow of the boy.

when you get close enough you slam into him, hugging him tightly. he stumbles slightly, but catches himself. turning to look at you, you see the cold look on his face melt as he sees tears streaming down you face.

“I’m sorry”

he takes your cheeks in his hands and wipes away the tears with his thumbs. “It’s alright,” he pulls you into him, hugging you, “you’re alright.”

you stand there, hugging in the moonlight, voices echoing in the distance behind you. burying your face in his neck, you feel tears drop slowly down your face as you take shaky breaths.

“It’s alright.” Newt’s voice whispers soothingly in your ear, “I’ve got you.”

(Btw, I’m on holiday so if my upload schedule is a bit wacky, that’s why, there isn’t much signal here)

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”

Deal

Deal (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1861 words

Warnings: injury, gore, blood, mentions of self harm

Summary: your worst, most terrifying memory

(I’m back with some 3k+ word fanfics that I’ll be posting soon :3)

if someone were to ask anyone what their scariest memory is, they may say multiple contenders. stormy nights, darkness, death.

but for you, there is no question, no contender.

it was one of those stories that you could only relive when clutched in Newt’s arms, where you were safest. one of those stories that still woke you at night. like most stories, the day started like any other.

you’re running, running alone, which is, granted, not normal for you, but still running as usual.

the reason for you running alone was that the person you would usually run with had gotten the morning off.

it is lonely, but you know that your friend is exhausted. black always seems to be peeking out from under his eyes, and he will often zone out when you’re talking to him.

Newt was probably resting at that moment, you thought as you run, though the last you had seen of him, he seemed to be walking in the opposite direction of the huts.

the sun, previously high in the sky, was now sinking slowly. deciding it would be a good idea to head back, you retrace your steps, trying to remember the turns you took to get where you just were. it was at one of the last turns where you heard it. a pained scream and cry for help, mingled into one horrifying symphony.

straining your ears to recognise the voice, you finally pick out Alby, sounding more worried than you had ever heard him. you start sprinting, rushing forwards and skidding to a halt when you reach the glade. your eyes scanning the area, looking for anything unusual.

the first thing you notice was that everyone seemed to be still, looking towards a point out of your field of vision. frozen, arms suspending unidentifiable objects.

you look over to your right where everyone’s eyes seem to be resting. your heart seems to drop, stopping to rest, somewhere in your stomach. two boys hobble along, arms around each other’s shoulders. one of them is leaning heavily on the other, holding his leg at an awkward angle.

the boy has sandy hair. very familiar sandy hair. “Newt!” you start running towards the pair, the second boy, now he was closer, turning out to be Alby, as you had suspected.

Newt looks up, a pained, slightly confused expression on his face. Alby doesn’t look at you, but pushes past, shouting.

“Medjack, Medjack now!” Clint and another medjack you didn’t know the name of, skid into view.

“What happened.” you bite your lip, looking at the blond boy.

Ably ignores you, pushing people out of the way in his effort to get his friend to the medjacks.

you follow the two, running to keep up with Alby, who is practically carrying Newt. “Get out of the way!” he shouts at a young boy, frozen in place. kicking open the door, Alby lays Newt on a table and the boy crys out in pain.

the medjack’s rummages around, silver instruments and bottles of strange liquids rattling in their arms. Clint approaches Newt, who was letting out small gasps of pain.

he rolls up his trouser leg gently and Newt gives a pained shout. you look down at the leg, your breakfast nearly making a reappearance.

a bloody, mangled, mess, sits where skin once was, sharp bends makes spikes in the previously straight leg.

“hold him down.” Clint puts his hands

on either side of his injured leg. you hold onto Newt’s other leg and Alby pushes his shoulders and arms down.

Newt’s pale face looks up at Clint, like a small child, that had fallen over and scraped their knee. he mouths something nobody can pick out before the medjack bends the leg back into a straight line.

and then Newt made the sound that still haunts your dreams. he screams. not the type of scream you hear in one of those horror movies. a terrible, earsplitting, glass breaking, scream.

the boy starts writhing underneath him, trying to free his other leg from your grasp. the other medjack runs forward and holds down his injured leg so Clint can dab something foul smelling onto it.

he steps back to admire his work. “it won’t heal completely, but this is the best I can do.” Clint picks up a jar and fills a syringe with the contents.

looking at Newt’s arms, he holds one down and jabs the needle into it, pressing down on the pump.

Newts wild thrashes slow, getting more and more tired until he is still.

the medjack sighs and presses a wet towel into you hand, “mop him up, will you.” you nod silently.

Alby has his hands twisted together and he looks more scared than you had ever seen him. he mutters something about finding Minho and hurries from the room.

you drag a chair up beside Newt and begin to gently mop the blood from his leg. you could feel your eyes pricking slightly, as you look into the face of the boy.

you don’t know how long you sat there. an hour, a day, perhaps several weeks. but suddenly Newt’s lips started moving. barley parting, but definitely moving.

a small rasp escapes his mouth, “y/n.” you look down at Newt, who’s lips were moving silently, eyes pressed shut.

“y/n.” he says again.

“yes. yes I’m here.” you hold onto the boy’s hand.

Newt’s eyes flutter open, looking slightly confused. “y/n?”

you nod. and Newt shakes his head.

“no. no. no you can’t be here.”

“what do you-“

“no. I’m dead. you shouldn’t be here.”

you feels your eyes prick with tears. you suck in a breath. “you’re not dead Newt, you’re alive.”

“but, I jumped. I should be dead. why am I not dead?”

your breath catches in your throat as you try to answer. swallowing, you blink away the tears in his eyes.

“you’re alright, you’re safe.”

“no. I can’t be, I don’t want to be. I-“ he stops, still looking confused.

the two of you sit in silence, “I want to be dead.”

you look at him and he blinks at you, a dazed look in his eyes. it was like he didn’t fully recognise you. his eyes were swimming and you could almost see, in your inner eye, the pale boy in front of you, jumping, ending it all.

it was too much. you feel the tears dripping down your cheeks. twisting the blood soaked towel in your hands you bow your head and watch tears fall into you lap.

“why are you crying?”

you wipe at your eyes with a sleeve, looking back into his dark eyes. “you say you want to die. you want to end it. you tried to. but if you ended it,” you take a shaky breath, “I cant-, I don’t want-“ your words fumble over each other in your effort to tell him what you need him to know.

“I can’t do this without you Newt.” you feel his eyes on you and you sigh a little, “I’m sorry, I should be the one comforting you, it’s obvious you need it.”

“Maybe we can comfort each other at the same time.”

he gently pushes himself to a sitting position and pulls you into a hug. you put a head on his shoulder and he does the same on yours. both of you sit there for several minutes, each thinking.

you try to put as much feeling into the hug as you can, for sheer words cannot express the many emotions that bubble inside you.

then, still not speaking, you break apart and you sit back on the chair, drawing it a little closer to the table. you pick up the towel and keep mopping up Newt’s leg.

Clint walks in, “ah good, it’s looking better already. I’ll wrap it up and then you can sleep here for tonight.”

he takes out some tightly wrapped bandages from a drawer and walks towards Newt. he grips your hand as Clint ties the white fabric, gently yet firmly, around the wound.

“it won’t do much to fix the bone, but we can try heal the skin. it’s the best we can do.”

Newt looks up at him and opens his mouth, Clint answers before he can speak however, not meeting his eyes. “no. I’m sorry Newt, but you won’t be able to be a runner anymore.”

you see him nod but can see in his eyes that he has gone numb.

stroking the back of his hand, you watch ad Clint begins walking back to the door, “get him into bed will you y/n, and then let him get some rest. you can go back to your hut after that if you want.”

he pushes open the door and walks into the darkened sky. standing up, you turn to face Newt, “we need to get you into a bed, are you okay to move.”

he nods but as you pull him upright, an arm around your shoulder, you see his already pale face whiten, making his blond hair look odd next to the bright white skin.

you hobble along and when you drop him gently onto the bed, he sighs. tucking the sheets around him, you start to move away, like Clint had told you.

“y/n” he reaches out and arm and holds onto the sleeve of your jumper. you take his hand in yours. “stay. please.”

you nod and begin to drag the chair next to his bed but he pats the bed beside him. gratefully, you climb in beside him and he throws the sheet over both of you, making sure to keep his bandaged leg out of the fabric.

you face each other, foreheads pressed lightly together and hands clasped. both of you look into each others eyes, gentle brown meeting soft (colour of your eyes).

the sky outside the window becomes flecked with stars as the two of you lay there together.

“y/n?”

“yes”

“why are you doing this?”

“doing what?”

“why do you still care about me?”

“because I love you Newt, I love you more than anything, and if you died-“

you can’t finish that sentence. the lump in your throat has returned.

swallowing hard, you force yourself to continue talking. he needs to know.

“if you died, I don’t think I could do it.”

“do what?”

“continue.”

the two of you are silent for another moment. you break the silence, you have to know, “Newt, you won’t try it again?”

he takes a moment to answer, “no.” it’s a flat answer and you’re not fully convinced.

“how am I supposed to know that you won’t?”

he smiles softly, the first one you had seen from him in god knows how long.

“Because, now I have a reason to live.”

“and what exactly is that?”

“to keep you going.”

“that goes both ways.”

you’re smiling now, “let’s make a deal.”

“okay”

“you keep going and I keep going. deal?”

you inch closer to each other noses brushing, then lips brushing.

he puts his lips next your ear and you can hear the small smile in his whispered voice.

“Deal.”

Black Veins

Black Veins (newt x gn!reader)

Word Count: 695 words

Warnings: Spoilers, pretty sure that’s it

Summary: you’ve been distancing yourself after finding out you’re not immune, but you’re less alone than you think.

(Requested by anonymous)

(Check out @PandaPlayz on Pinterest who I got this idea from)

you watch the crowd from a distance, hands clasped in your lap and eyes set on the people talking and laughing together. you blow a stray strand of hair out of your eyes and push yourself to your feet.

with one more glance behind you, you slip out of the door into a hallway with doors on either end. WICKED never failed to disappoint you with needlessly advanced, well everything, you think to yourself as an automatic door slides open the second you approach it.

you walk down the long echoing hallway with doors lining it, looking for the room a WICKED employee in a white suit had shown you to when you arrived. when you are about to reach it, a voice sounds from behind you.

“you seemed in a hurry to get away.”

you don’t even jump. you knew that he would follow you. knew he’d notice you slip away.

“What do you want Newt?” you sigh, turning to face him, arms crossed.

“I want to know why you’ve been keeping away from everyone. you’ve been acting strange.”

“I just, need some time to myself.”

he continues to look concerned and you force a smile and relax against the door, “I’m fine, honestly Newt”

but you could tell he didn’t believe you. you knew he wouldn’t leave until you told him the truth. you sigh again, “Alright, you win. I’m not fine.”

“Well what’s wrong?”

in answer you roll up a leg of your trousers to reveal black veins, snaking up your leg. at first he looks confused and then you see horror cross his face.

“Turns out I’m not immune.” you try to sound casual but your voice is shaking slightly. he opens his arms and you walk into them. pulling you close to him, he whispers, “shh, shh” as you start to sob.

“Newt, I don’t want to be a crank.” you know it sounds childish, but too many emotions are swelling inside you too worry about that now.

“I know, I know, listen” he holds you at arms length and looks you in the eyes. waiting for you to calm yourself, he makes sure the tears have stopped before pulling up a sleeve of his jacket.

you feel your heart fall into your stomach as you see the same dark veins across his arm. he smiles at you, his dark eyes swimming, “if we’re going to be cranks, at least we won’t be alone.”

then your arms are wrapped around each other again. you bury your face in his chest as he does the same in the crook of your neck.

you stand there in the middle of the hall, not even noticing the footsteps making their way towards the two of you.

“What’s going on?” Minho’s voice echoes towards you, sounding worried, which was not usual for him. no doubt seeing Newt cry would be worrying for anyone but you.

next to none of time Newt cries in front of anyone, unless he had his face hidden in your neck.

you break apart, Newt giving you a meaningful look before pulling down his sleeve and turning to face Minho and Thomas. kicking your trouser leg down you stand next to the boy beside you, shoulders pressed together.

“What’s going on?” Minho repeated. you both stand in silence before Newt finally answers. “We were just talking.”

“Mhm. Sad conversation?”

“Is there any relevant topic that isn’t a sad conversation?”

Minho doesn’t answer and Thomas speaks up, “are you sure, you seem a little,” he pauses and watches Newt use a sleeve to wipe the tears from his eyes, “upset.”

“We’re just tired. y/n was just about to go to bed before I stopped for a chat with them.”

“Well if you’re sure.” the two walk away, talking in hushed, worried voices.

Newt turns to face you and puts his hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes. “Listen, we don’t tell the others until they find out themselves, alright?”

“Alright”

he nods and lets go of your shoulders, he opens his mouth, looking like he wants to say something more before nodding again and walking away after a, “goodnight y/n.”

(I might turn this into a bigger fanfic, lemme know what you think)

(Also, I don’t know whether or not I’ve already mentioned this but I wanted to say, if you wanna request a fic of a maze runner character other than Newt, lemme know and I’ll do my best to deliver)

Paper Boats

Paper Boats (newt x gn!reader)

Word Count: 625 words

Warnings: thoughts of mild violence

Summary: you and Newt are sitting by the river when you are met by an unwelcome guest

you sit near the river, low hanging trees tickling the surface and making ripples in the water. in silence you fold the paper that you and Newt had nicked from the map room only minutes ago. the very boy sits beside you, crafting a paper boat with gentle hands.

a soft sound of running water is the only thing you hear, as you lean your head on his shoulder. you finish up your own little paper boat, and hold it out to show him. he smiles, “I think they’re ready to swim.”

Newt gets to his feet, offering you a hand, you take it, nodding in thanks. you walk along the river for a moment or two before kneeling next to it and setting the two small boats on the water. you look at the boy and he nods, you both let go of the boats and watch them bob steadily down the water.

you grab Newt’s hand and begin to run after the small paper creations. they pick up the pace and you start running backwards, laughing as you see Newt struggling to keep up with you. he laughs too, and speeds up, sprinting, a little jerkily, ahead of you.

you jog alongside him, laughing harder as he grabs both your hands, spinning you around. the two of you collapse onto the grass, laughing hard and watching the little ivory shapes disappear down the river.

leaning your head back on his shoulder, you let out a sigh as you see an angry looking Gally and rather amused looking Alby walking towards you. “Can’t get a moment of peace around here.” Newt mutters as he stands up, yet he doesn’t sound angry.

“Alright?” Alby calls to the two of you, still with that amused expression on his face. “Not bad, you?”

“Would be if this shank hadn’t been ranting at me the whole way here about how the paper in the map room was precious and we can’t live without all of it.”

Gally opens his mouth to say a no doubt insulting retort, but Alby interrupts him. “You wanted to talk to them and for me to come and listen. I’ve already told you what I think, there’s no point ruining these guy’s fun, because of a few bits of paper.

the boy looks angry, no doubt at the fact that another of his attempts to get you and Newt, though mostly the latter, punished for something, had been foiled, as usual, by Alby.

he looks from you to Newt a look in his eyes that clearly said if they were alone Gally would very much have liked to run them through with a machete. Gally stomps away, possibly thinking of more ways to get the two of you framed or at best banished for something.

Alby leans in to talk to you.

“he really thinks that he can get everyone to banish you” (teaser for my next fanfic 🤫)

“was it that obvious that we’d stole paper?” it wasn’t that Newt cared about taking the paper and neither did anyone but Gally for that matter but you knew he wanted to know how to spare the trouble of being interrupted next time.

“Gally’s determined to catch you out for anything, he’s always got an eye on you to make sure he knows if you do anything wrong.”

“That’s a nice thought” you shiver a little.

Alby chuckles and claps his hands together. “Right well I’ll let you two get on with what you were doing before we interrupted.”

you thank him as he walks back in the direction Gally’s piercing gaze was now glaring at you from.

“Some people, eh,” Newt shakes his head as you sit back down on the grass, “honestly.”

Banished

Banished (Newt x Reader) (what a surprise)

Word Count: 862 words

Warnings: I guess mild violence

Summary: you are banished (why? idk I was too lazy to think of a reason, so feel free to come up with your own)

your breath is ragged and rasping as you are dragged towards the circle of boys. ropes bind your wrists, cutting into your skin. Minho holds tight to the twine, keeping your arms stuck behind the back of your head.

you twist around to look at the boy, he keeps his eyes away from yours, looking like he doesn’t know who you are. though this was the common practice when someone was stung. when someone was banished.

“Minho.” you say in a quiet voice, “Minho you don’t understand,”

you know there is no point trying to dissuade any of them but you were, in truth, desperate. there was nothing that awaited you out there but a lonely, long, painful death.

Minho doesn’t answer or look at you, he keeps his eyes fixed forwards as he walks towards the circle.

as you draw nearer, a somber silence presses in on you, the keepers and glader’s faces are filled with either, hostility, a numb stare, or pity.

yet your eyes seek only one. you spot him, as expected, next to the other keepers, knuckles white on the long stick he held and looking just about ready to crumble into a pile of dust right there and then.

Minho drags you into the middle of the circle and pushes you onto your knees, holding your arms above your head and putting the knife up to it.

he cuts the rope and you fall forwards onto the ground. you watch Minho’s boots move in front of you and here a thump as he throws a bag of stuff that you all know won’t do anything to stop a griever eating anyone.

though it was customary. banishing was not exactly enjoyable experience, and if they had to sentence a child to death they at least wanted to try and help them.

if you were stung you were not sent to death. no, you were sent away to protect the others. and you were sure, if your mind were working properly, you would oblige if it meant keeping the others safe.

however, no such same thoughts occurred to you as the deafening sound of the door closing echoes around the entire glade. feeling your already broken mind break even more, you here Ably’s shout above the sound.

“Hold!” the keepers lower their staffs and point them at you, the gladers doing the same with long pointed sticks. there was no way out.

“No, no please.” your son is lost in the shaking wind and rattling of the doors. you get shakily to your feet, looking around at all of the gladers. the people who you thought were your friends.

no, no they were your friends, that small, still sane part of you pipes up, they were trying to protect the others.

“Move in!” Alby’s second shout breaks your train of thought. the keepers start advancing on you, herding you towards the steadily closing doors. you back away looking at the faces of the keepers.

Zart…Frypan, looking like he was attending a funeral…Alby…Gally, whose face was filled with hostility…Winston…and then the boy you most wanted to see.

Newt looked as though he was about to faint, unlike the other he had not made the move yet to close in on you, Alby nudges him and he starts moving forwards, looking as he did so that he regretted every step.

you are right in between the wall, between the glade and the maze. your eyes lock onto Newt’s who dark insides looked both sick with terror and wet with tears.

“Newt.” you say quietly, yet you are sure everybody can hear you, “Newt please. please.” tears run down your face.

your plea gets more desperate as you are shoved further into the maze, “Please!”

you are in the maze now, and the keepers are drawing their staffs back into the glade, watching you gravely.

Newt looks to be fighting some painful internal struggle. only about a metre is left between the two walls.

you look, terrified, at the gladers as the gap closes. a shout rises from the crowd as do several protests. Newt breaks free of the group and sprints towards you.

Alby dives for him and tackles him to the ground, pulling his arms behind his back and trying to stop him from running at you.

“Get off me!” Newt’s shout is lost in the cries of surprise and gasps from the crowd, as he writhes desperately, kicking his friend hard in the leg.

Alby lets go of him, gasping in surprise and pain. Newt sprints towards you again, ignoring the many outcries of, “Newt!”, “stop!”, “she’s not worth it!”

wasn’t that hard to identify who the last voice belonged to. he slams into you, hugging you tightly before turning to look back at the shocked faces, some still trying to figure out what had just happened.

the last thing you see is Thomas, Minho and Alby looked sadly at the two of you, before the large doors slam shut, and you’re lost in the dark.

the two of you stand in the dark, arms wrapped around each other, breathing heavily and taking in what had just happened.

(Preparing some Newtmas fanfics, exciting)