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A cut for a kiss

A cut for a kiss (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 472 words (sorry it’s so short)

Warnings: kissing, teenagers (exciting), caught, mild self harm/faking injuries, I have no idea what else to put here.

Summary: Newt is constantly ‘hurting himself’ forcing him to go to the med jacks hut. but you soon learn he has motives other than to heal.

you sit on a stool, flicking through a book that looked like it had been untouched for at least a year. a knock sounds at the door and you sigh quietly, knowing full well who was standing on the other side.

sure enough, when the door swings open, a very familiar sandy haired boy stands there, and you see his dark eyes light up when he sees you.

“what is it this time Newt”. he stretches out his hands, showing thorn pricks too perfect to be real.

you roll your eyes at him and sit him down on a cot, rummaging around for bandages. you move back to him, white cotton in hand.

he watches, almost too eagerly, as you bind his hands. his mouth opens like he’s about to say something, but he shakes his head a fraction and closes it.

you finish bandaging Newt’s cuts and see his face fall slightly as you swing the door open, gesturing him to leave. he stands up slowly, but you stop him just before he can walk through the door.

“Newt”

“Mhm”

“You can’t keep faking injures to come here”. A red flush creeps along his cheeks, “I-I-“ he stutters.

“I’m not stupid Newt”. he looks at you in the eyes, “I never did nor ever will call you stupid”

you look at him, mouth hanging open slightly, not expecting his response. he keeps looking deep into your eyes, and you turn away as you feel flush spreading down your neck.

a smile spreads involuntarily across your lips and you find yourself lost for words. he smirks saying quietly, “I like you Y/N”

your heart thumps faster and you look back at him, smiling, “I like you too”.

his eyes show surprise as you approach him, taking his hand. he pulls you closer, your faces an inch away from each other, his hot breath tingling your face.

you drag him backwards until he is pressing you against a wall of the med jack hut. his face presses into your neck and his sweet, earthy smell hits your nose.

his lips find yours and you run a hand through his hair. you pull him closer still wrapping your arms around his neck gripping the back of his shirt, still latched to him by the lips.

“You two having fun”

you and newt break apart, looking towards the door. Minho stands there smirking, “I was wondering where you had got to Newt, Alby wants you”

“Ably can wait” Newts cheek glowed red and you could only expect your’s did too. Minho grins at us, “I’ll let you two carry on then”. he slides the door closed, no doubt to spread the word that Newt and the new med jack were making out in one of the huts.

you look sheepishly back at Newt and find his eyes already on you. you both grin at each other and move back together, your lips meeting.

(sorry if it’s bad, still a learner right here)

Daisy Chains

Daisy Chains (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 544

Warnings: kissing, caught, romance, (still really bad at figuring out what to put here)

Summary: you and Newt find a private spot in the forest, though you soon realise is wasn’t as private as you thought.

your head rests on Newt’s lap, and you twirl flowers in your fingers. the only sound you hear is the boys gently breathing and the soft sound of the leaves rustling.

“Sit up for a moment”, you do as Newt says and prop yourself up on your elbow.

he slips a ring of daisies on your head, and tells you to face him. “You look beautiful” he plants a gentle kiss on your nose, and you smile.

“Your turn now”. he looks confused as you twist a small blue flower into his sandy hair. he laughs softly, leaning back on his elbows and letting you fall back on his lap.

Newt, taps you on the shoulder and points into the leaves. a small lizard crawls across a branch, making the leaves rustle.

“Beetle blade” he confirms.

“There’s something quite beautiful about them” you whisper so as not to spook the small creature, or rather robot, you suppose.

“Mm” Newt doesn’t sound convinced.

“I’m serious”

“Maybe you just have a thing for lizards”

you turn and smile at him, “is that a problem love”. he grins and speaks against your lips,

“Not at all”

you run a hand through his hair, looking at him in his dark, gentle eyes.

“I love you”

“I love you more”

you scoff, but wrap your arms around his neck, your noses touching. his hair flies into his eyes, making you laugh as he tries to blow it away from his face.

his hand holds your chin as he lean in for a kiss, which you return instantly.

without breaking apart, a his hands reach down to your hips and you hold a handful of his sweet smelling, track hoe, tank top.

a small rustle makes you turn your head. “Damn it Chuck” Minho’s voice comes from behind a tree. “Sorry” the young boy looks up sheepishly from the ground where he had evidently just fallen.

Minho steps out from behind the tree, calling to Thomas that their “cover has been blown”. the three boys gather in the clearing you and Newt sat, Chuck wiping dirt from his clothes.

Newt stands up, pulling you with him. “What are you shanks doing here”

“I could ask you two the same question” Minho is wearing his usual smirk.

Thomas and Chuck are also looking at you. you turn towards Newt and see his face glowing red.

“Shut up Minho”. Minho laughs and you suddenly wonder something, “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough” Thomas grins at you. “I didn’t know you had a thing for lizards y/n”

“You didn’t” Minho looks incredulously at Thomas, “you haven’t seen the way she looks at this one” he jerks his head towards Newt, making his cheeks, if it were possible, turn even redder.

“Ha, ha” sarcasm lacing every syllable, which only makes the others crack up more.

“Come on y/n, let’s leave these shanks to it” he takes your hand and starts moving away.

“You look good in blue Newt,” Minho calls after you, “goes with your hair”

The Shadow In Your Eyes

The Shadow In Your Eyes (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1367 words (Finally a long one)

Warnings: illness, madness/insanity, hints at murder, violence, death, (once again my having no idea what to put here)

Summary: the flare is spreading through Newt quicker than you could ever have imagined, it won’t be long before the boy you loved is lost forever.

you cannot even bring yourself to look at him, for, if you did, you would not see the smiling, brown eyed boy you love, but a pale, dark vein streaked, stranger.

the other gladers seemed to be keeping their distance too, not out of fear or spite, but merely because watching someone you love, slowly die, and you can do nothing but watch, is too hard.

you take a deep breath and move to sit beside Newt, causing many turned heads. he looks sideways at you, causing you to shift away from him in discomfort.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite”. his voice comes out harsher than you knew it would if he wasn’t infected. you still can’t meet his eyes, as though scared you will see madness, or perhaps hatred, staring back at you.

the boys are looking up now, eyes fixed on you and Newt, not speaking. Newt looks around, realises everyone is staring and stands up.

he limps out of the room, and after a moment’s hesitation, you follow him.

you peep your head around the frame of the door, to see Newt sitting cross legged, his chin in his hands.

“What do you want”. his voice comes out hoarse yet without that harsh tone. you decide it’s safe to move closer, and rest a hand on his shoulder, “it’s going to be ok”

he shoved your hand away, “it’s not going to be bloody ok, lying to yourself isn’t going fix this, fix me. I’m getting worse y/n, I can feel it.

“Newt, listen to me”

“no! you listen to me,” he was shouting now “do you really think that me knowing you all, will stop me from killing you”

“Newt-“ you reach out your arm to him.

“Get away from me!” his eyes blaze with a maddened anger as he shoves you, hard, sending you sprawling across the floor.

horror crosses Newt’s face as he sees what he’s done, he rushes towards you but you back away, drawing your knees up to your chin, just as Minho and Thomas ran into the room.

“we heard you shouting Newt and-“ Minho breaks off as he sees you sitting huddled in a corner on the floor, with Newt, standing near you, a hand over his mouth.

Minho and Thomas hurry towards you, standing between your curled up body and Newt. “Minho, Thomas, what are you doing?”, Newt says in a shaky voice.

“What we have to” Thomas looks grimly at his friend. Minho nods at him, lifts you into his arms, and Thomas keeps his eyes on Newt as you are carried from the room.

“are you alright”. Minho begins checking you for injuries. you nod, a little shakily, still shocked and speechless.

the boy looks at you, “it’s not a very nice experience, the flare”. you shake your head vigorously. “me and Thomas will talk to Newt, don’t worry, we won’t let it happen again”

Thomas and Newt enter the room at that moment, Thomas grim faced and Newt still shaken, approaching you slowly. you move backwards, afraid and hurt flashes in Newt’s dark eyes before he turns away.

you sit between Thomas and Minho, who are whispering to each other, and stare at your hands.

whenever you glance up, which was next to never, Newt sat alone, shivering slightly, his chin resting on his knees.

evidently, the other graders had either been told, or had heard, you and Newt’s fight, the latter seeming more likely. all the boys had crowded on one side of the room, as though trying to put as much distance between themselves and the sandy haired boy.

he fiddled with his fingerless gloves, the thin cotton going nothing to hide the dark veins snaking up them. it was clear to everyone, that Newt was not the same Newt as they knew from the Glade.

the stranger was harsher, colder, and had broken a whispered promise you had heard too many times to count. “I promise I will never hurt you y/n”

but this was not the Newt that made those promises. this was not the Newt that held you as you wept for Chuck. not the Newt that would hug you when he saw you return from the maze. not the Newt who would hold you when the nightmares plagued your sleep.

not the Newt that decorated your hair with chains of daisies. the Newt that would laugh when you weaved flowers through his hair. not the Newt that would let you lie of his lap, pointing out the pretty shadows the leaves cast. the Newt that would stroke your hair until he heard your breathing go heavy.

that Newt was gone now. to a place you would never reach him again.

it made your heart break to see the boy that would always comfort you, the kind track hoe, the friend that would bring you baskets of strawberries, decorated with flowers, sitting their, blank eyed, staring at his thin fingers.

you wanted to move forward to comfort him, yet even if Minho or Thomas, or heck even Newt himself, let you, it was not a good idea.

looking at his lost, pale face, it seemed hard to realise that this, blank, vacant youth, was the same smiling sandy haired boy from the glade.

the Flare had broken his mind, worse than the fall had broken his leg.

night had fallen and the boys were laying down, using packs to prop up their heads and each others heat to warm them.

your eyes watched the lonely boy curl up by himself, wrapping his hands around his knees. you felt your eyes close, but you cannot sleep. after a moment or maybe it was hours, the breathing around you grows steady and you believe everyone is asleep. that was before movement caught your eye.

you watch through your eyelashes as the dark shape of Newt shifts slowly towards you, looking left and right to make sure that others were indeed asleep.

your stomach sinks with fear and apprehension as he reaches out a hand towards you. but instead of doing the many things that race each other through your mind, he brushes a stray hair from your eyes, gently.

not moving you watching through squinted eyelids as he strokes your hair with his thumb, his eyes, even in the dark, glazed in sadness.

you relax, slightly, beginning to drift off to sleep when a loud creak makes you jump, Newt’s head snaps around, and the boys jerk awake, Thomas and Minho already on their feet.

the blonde boy tries to scurry back to his corner, unnoticed, but Thomas grabs his ankle and holds him fast.

“what were you doing to y/n” he demands

“nothing. get off of me” Newt struggles to free his leg from his friend’s grip but to no avail.

“answer me. you expect us to trust you around her after today?”

Newt’s face lost all the gentleness of a few minutes ago, and is shadowed by anger. “get off of me” he screams, making the other boys jump. he lunges for Thomas only to be dragged down by Minho and a few other gladers who hold him to the ground.

“I’m not going to ask you again” Thomas looks at Newt seriously.

“let go. let go. let go.” his voice sounds almost childlike, nothing like his own. it was as though someone else were speaking for Newt.

Thomas flattens his hand, and brings it down hard on the boy’s injured leg. he screams so loudly you’re surprised you don’t hear the shattering of glass.

Newt stops struggling, his breath ragged, looking almost on the verge of tears. but you knew that Newt wouldn’t cry, no matter how sick or shucked up in the head he was.

Thomas and Minho take advantage of this and drag him into a side room, slamming the door. they both look at each other, pained expressions on their faces.

they tell everyone to get some sleep, but they all know none of them will. not with the cracked screams and thumps coming from the side room.

Bloodstained Knife

Bloodstained Knife (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 858 words (tryna make these longer)

Warnings: kissing, attempted suicide, death, losing a loved one, (why are these so hard)

Summary: Screeches echo from down a street and you can only hope that you’re wrong about the source.

you are running. running so hard your legs burn. sprinting. hoping against hope that you didn’t hear correctly. that maybe it was just a cat. yes that had to be it. a cat must have survived the flare and made that noise. it couldn’t be..

you push the thought away. a stitch burns in your side but you don’t stop. you won’t stop until your sure. until your sure he’s safe.

the screech sounds again, tearing through the air, and your heart beats harder. you urge your legs to move, if it were possible, faster.

you feel yourself falling forwards, unable to stop your momentum as you skid across the concrete. blood stains your clothes, but you scramble to your feet and keep running, ignoring the pain in your hands and knees.

the screeches continue, a hoarse voice is shouting, but your too far away to hear what the voice is saying. then the voice stops.

you skid into an alleyway and see two boys. at first you think they are wrestling, but upon a closer look, you see it’s one boy, shaking the other, as though trying to wake him up.

you didn’t want to look any closer, scared of what you’d see but you move forwards. your heart seems to stop as you recognise the boys.

Thomas crouches over a very familiar blonde haired boy, shaking him roughly. Newt lays unmoving, eyes open and glazed over, blood seeping from a knife, that punctured his chest.

a strangled cry escapes your mouth and Thomas turns towards you, tears wetting his face. you rush towards the boy on the floor, pushing Thomas aside so you can look into Newt’s eyes.

they were full and empty, his pupils far too big. they were no longer gentle and caring, and they never would be again.

dark veins made spiderwebs across his whole body, and strings of drool hung from his open mouth.

you rest your head on his chest where you so often had, looking for the familiar, steady thump of his heart, but only finding cold silence.

burying your face in his neck you let hot tears spill from your eyes, making the crimson stains on his shirt ripple and run across the fabric like rivers.

you felt no warm breath, rustling your hair, no gentle hands pulling you close, no whispered words of comfort, and you never would ever again.

people began to crowd around you but you didn’t turn to look at them. whispers and muffled sobs sound from behind you. you do not move. you do not speak.

that is until you feel the boy’s body being slid out from under you. you look up, eyes blurry to see many gladers, along with Minho and Thomas dragging Newt’s body away from you.

“no” your voice is cracked and quiet but it still makes the others turn. “y/n-” Minho starts to speak but you cut him off.

“No, you’re not taking him” your voice is stronger now. Thomas looks at you in pity, “y/n, Newt is dead”

you shake your head, “no”, as though saying it could make it untrue. “y/n” Thomas tries to speak but you drown out his voice.

“no, no, no, no” you repeat it over and over, getting louder and louder until you are screaming, not letting go of the boy you love. or you loved.

the gladers all watch you, none of them doing anything, all of them feeling the pain of losing a friend. they just watch as you continue to scream your throat hoarse.

tears stream down your face, as you scream and scream and scream. why was the world still turning, why hadn’t it ended.

Newt was dead, he was dead and they were still alive. you were still alive. the world kept spinning, it continued. but how could it?

your screaming lessens until you are whispering, “no, no, no”

the boys still hold Newt’s body, waiting for you to let go of him. you look around, looking at all of their faces, and then back at Newt.

you lean down over his face and kiss him gently, whispering into his ear, “goodbye”

the others relax, obviously expecting you to let go, to let him be carried away. but that is not your plan.

quickly yet gently, as you could with your shaking hands, you pull the blood stained knife from Newt’s chest and hold it up to your throat closing your eyes and gripping the dead boy’s hand, preparing to slice.

Minho kicks the knife away from you, sending it spinning across the concrete, and pulling your arms behind your back. you try to scream but your voice is gone and only a small gurgling sound escapes your mouth.

you watch helplessly as Newt is carried away. bowing your head, you sob, not able to look at anyone.

Minho lets go of your arms and you curl into a ball, still sobbing silently. you feel cold, alone, no Newt to hold you. no Newt to wipe away your tears. no Newt to comfort you.

Newt was gone. to a place you couldn’t reach him. he was gone. forever.

Run

Run (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 930 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you know perfectly well why I’m here”

he sighs, “y/n, he’s gone”

“You don’t know that”

“Nobody survives the night out there”

“Thomas, Minho and Alby did” you persist stubbornly

“That was different”

“Different in what w-“

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

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

“y/n be quiet”

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

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

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

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

“and what about you?”

“I’m going to be the distraction”

“Newt-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n”

“yeah”

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

“of course. I’d never leave you”

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

Flowers

Flowers (Newt x Reader) (what a surprise)

Word count: 402 (arg my fanfics are getting shorter)

Warnings: mentions of Newt’s incident (no kissing, what a shocker)

Summary: when you follow Newt into the forest, you remember that you’re all just children in a sick trap.

it was strange, whenever you would see Newt around the glade you would see the stern, authoritative, second in command. yet now you saw a gentle young boy, delicately stringing daisies together, or watching small insects crawl up the trees around him.

when he was alone, or so he thought, you saw the gentle, child inside him that he never showed, that he hid under his role of leading the gladers when alby couldn’t.

it made you sad, to see such a young boy having to carry so much weight, so much responsibility. the hatred for the people that put you in this trap only strengthened so you didn’t focus on where you were putting your feet, snapping a twig, and making him look around quickly.

he hastily stuffs to long string of flowers begin his back as you emerged. “Oh hey, y/n, what are you doing here?”.

“I could ask you the same thing”. you step towards him. “oh me? nothing much”

“I didn’t know you were so good at making Daisy chains”

crimson creeps across his cheeks as you pull his hand out from behind his back, and stare down at the perfect chain of daisies.

“these are beautiful” you whisper to him, “I wish I could make them like this”

within minutes, you and Newt are sitting across from each other, Newt guiding your fingers, never getting impatient as you struggled.

eventually you had gotten the hand of it, and you sat next to him weaving a long chain, talking. you caught Newt watching wistfully as the runners return into the glade.

“you miss it don’t you”, he starts,

“Hm” he turns to look at you.

“You miss going out there with them, don’t you?”

“I suppose, but, I’m the only one to blame for why I’m not out there with them”. he stops talking abruptly, and you look over to him.

“What do you mean”

“S’nothing” he stares at his hands, and you don’t talk for the next few moments.

then you lean your head on his shoulder, making him look round at you in surprise.

you lean across and hug him.

he hesitates a moment, and hugs you back, relaxing as he did so, as though the tension was seeping from his body.

you sit there for a moment, hugging, and you whisper in his ear, “I love you just the way you are, nothing will change that”.

Chuck

Chuck (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 508 words (I’m trying to make these longer)

Warnings: Death, hugging (how preposterous), grieving

Summary: a strange women shows up after Chuck’s death, do you follow her.

it’s all too much, first Alby, now Chuck. Thomas’s screams fill the room, and a few other gladers are crying, all of them pointedly ignoring the strange lady. you look sideways to see Newt staring fixedly at the floor, a hand over his mouth.

you can tell he’s trying so hard to hold it together, he’s the leader now, now that Alby was. well.

your hand gropes until it find his, and you squeeze, with him squeezing back. the screams become a dull ringing in your head.

you tug on Newts hand slightly, pulling him around into a hug.

he presses his head into your neck, seeming to relax where his face was hidden. after a moment, you feel hot tears drip down your shoulder.

you wrap your arms around him, feeling sobs shake his body. he had known Chuck for at least 2 months, and Alby for possibly even more that 2 years. and now they were gone. along with many other gladers that he must know. or have known you suppose.

in that moment, with you standing, arms around Newt, feeling his sobs shaking your intertwined bodies, you felt like you were the only ones in this world.

you feel Newt take a deep breath, and break away from you, helping Minho drag Thomas to his feet and whispering words of comfort in his ear. eventually he stops screaming, tears still sliding down his face.

Minho pats him gently on the back, and looks towards the lady, this being the first time anyone has acknowledged her. she beckons for you all to follow her and Minho shouts for the headers to follow him.

Newt whispers something you don’t hear to him and moves towards the back of the group, where you stand. you don’t speak, you don’t need to, but just grip each others hands as you start to move, making sure everyone has left the room before you leave.

Thomas’s eyes linger on Chuck’s body, and you can tell that he wants to bring the boy with him, but Newts gentle prod in the back, gets him moving forward.

you follow the snaking line of boys down, what seems like one hundred corriders. eventually, you reach the outside world, air hits you face. “our first time outside, since the box”

something is sparking in Newt’s eyes, almost like recognition. you tug on his hand as the crowd starts moving away from you and he snaps out of his daze.

Minho herds the gladers onto the bus after the women. you help Newt up after you and find a seat, near Minho and Thomas who are interrogating the strange women.

you stare out of the window, with Newt still linked to you by the hand. he leans his head gently on your shoulder, closing his eyes. you look at him and brush hair away from his mouth.

you driving away. driving away from the maze. away from the gladers you left behind. away from the dead bodies of your friends. away from Chuck. away from everything.

(Have a good day, take care of ur selves 🤗)

Moonshine

Moonshine (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 746 words

Warnings: kissing, drunken, alcohol, fighting, (the usual stuff)

Summary: when Newt catches up to you, you start to wonder how much he really had to drink.

you sit around the fire, flickering orange light, illuminating the boys faces. Gally was handing out bottles of his very own moonshine, not good but it’s the only alcohol they have here, despite it being requested to be sent up in the box, multiple times.

a book rests on your lap, with you not wanting to drink or join in with the boys fighting. a blond boy is fighting with a dark haired boy with Asian features. the others cheer and whoop, bursting out laughing as the boys wrestle with each other.

Minho and Newt, both of them obviously drunk, what with their jerky movements and goofy smiles on their faces.

a loud cheer rises as the Newt gets to his feet, grinning rather lopsidedly. Minho jumps up, brushing dust from his clothes, demanding a rematch.

you roll your eyes, and walk away from the group, knowing all too well that Minho would demand rematches until he won. which wouldn’t happen unless he took advantage of Newt’s leg, which you knew, no matter how drunk he was, he wouldn’t do.

the huts in the distance are dark, most of the gladers being at the campfire. you almost are at the huts when stumbling footsteps reach your ears.

you turn to see Newt, still grinning goofily. “Hey y/n” his words are slurred and his eyes unfocused. “Hey?”. you find yourself wondering how much moonshine he’d had.

“you look pretty”. you almost burst out laughing, his slurred, nonsense words and ever goofier grin, spreading across his face, was too hilarious.

“Easy there tiger”. he looks behind him,

“where, where’s the tiger?”. you really laugh now. “I think you need to get some sleep”. you hold onto Newt’s shoulder and steer him towards his hut, with him babbling the whole time.

he doesn’t look where he’s putting his feet and ends up dragging you down on top of him. his unfocused eyes narrow in confusion. “What are you doing down here” then the smile is back on his face, “you like me don’t you”

you laugh again as you pull him to his feet, keeping him moving towards the hut. the truth was you did like him, but what with him being completely unaware of what he was saying, on top of the fact he’d remember nothing of your encounter in the morning, it didn’t seem like a good time to admit it.

the door opens and you’re about to walk through when Newt turns to face you. “You alright?”. he doesn’t answer, just stares at you, looking like he was suffering with some painful internal struggle.

whether he was aware of it or now, you may never know, but before you can think, Newt is approaching you. “umhn”

you barley have time to say another word before his lips are pressed against yours. his breath smells stale and you can taste the alcohol on his mouth.

but, after the moment of shock passes, you find yourself kissing him back. swaying slightly on the spot. footsteps approach you, but you don’t care.

“Oi” Minho’s voice shouts from far away, slurred like Newt’s “Newt’s snogging y/n”. him and some other gladers start up a chant, over and over again “Newt’s snogging y/n, Newt’s snogging y/n”

but, unlike you would in any other time or place, you do nothing, glued to the blond boy before you. the chant fades into the background as Newt moves you both forwards into his hut and shuts the door with his foot.

you break apart, spinning around on the spot with your noses and foreheads touching. the boy drags you down onto his hammock, and sits you down, not letting go of you.

propping yourself up on your elbows as Newt climbs in after you, you find yourself not caring about the sloppy grin that spreads across your face.

the boy lays down, letting you rest your head on his chest, feeling the thump of his heart against your ear. his arms wrap protectively around you, one playing with your hair and the other holding your hand across your bodies.

Newt falls asleep almost instantly, with one last yawn and slurred string of nonsense.

you find yourself slipping into sleep moments later, your last happy thought being the imagined look of Newt’s face when he woke up, finding you two cuddled together in his hammock, and the few gladers who didn’t drink telling him of the nights events.

but you find, that you don’t care.

When will it be over

When will it be over (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 633 words

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

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

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

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

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

“Newt” you whisper to the boy beside you.

“Yeah”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing

Nothing (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 516 words

Warnings: mild violence I suppose, spying, (argg)

Summary: you find a perfect hiding place, with a great view of the vegetable patches, but maybe it wasn’t as good as it first seemed.

you glance out from behind one of the huts, eyes darting around the glade. looking for… there! the boy stretched, brushing blond hair out of his eyes and looking up with narrowed eyes at the sun.

another boy walks up to him, says something and hands him what looks to be a trowel like thing. he nods in thanks and the boy walks away.

Newt crouches down, using the strange tool to dig up what must be weeds. the sun beats down on the vegetable patches, causing several track hoes rise to their feet to wipe sweat from their forehead every so often.

one of the boys gets to their feet, and shouts something over the many poles, holding up vines of different fruits and vegetables. voices shout back and a large tomato, by the looks of it, is thrown across the patches and caught by a dark haired boy.

“now, now, y/n, I hope we’re not spying”. you jumps so violently, you feel as if you must have jumped at least a foot in the air. still shaken, you turn to see Minho, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes, grinning at you. “don’t do that. you made me jump”

“what are you up to then, seems to nice of a day to be shilling around over here”. you can tell by his voice he knows exactly when you’re doing there, but wants you to admit it yourself.

“Nothing” you don’t quite meet his eyes, grasping around for a change of subject.

“y/n,” Minho says in mock outrage, “you shouldn’t call people nothing”. you shove him, as he starts giggling at the red flush creeping up your cheeks.

“go talk to him”

“who”

“y/n, there’s no point pretending anymore, it’s not like your doing a great job in hiding it”

you huff, not sure if your annoyed or pleased. Minho shrugs, “alright, if you won’t, I will”, he starts walking out from behind the hut and you grab his legs, dragging him down. “don’t you dare”

“Help she’s attacking me”. a couple heads pop up, looking slightly scared, as though they expected to see Minho being mauled by a griever.

you stand up, facing Minho, back to the vegetable patches. “if you ever do that again, I’ll-”

“Minho what’s going on”

you see Minho grin at you before you turn to see Newt, looking both confused and amused. “y/n has something they’d like to say to you”. you stomp on his foot and Minho hops around, “be careful around this one Newt, she’s aggressive”. and then he’s walking away, laughing, leaving you with Newt, your face getting slowly redder.

“So, you wanted to say something” he pressed after a moments silence. “it’s nothing”

he smiles, “alright if you say so”, he starts walking away from you. “Oh and y/n”

“Yeah”

“I wouldn’t hide behind the huts next time if I were you, you’re not very well hidden”. and then he’s gone, leaving you to compute what he’d just said and thinking of what you would do to Minho when you got your hands on him.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1001 words

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! peeps getting hurt, violence, someone getting electrocuted

Summary: when you fly your way to Crank Palace you find Newt, less than happy to return with you.

you sit on the floor of the berg, looking down at the price of paper clutched in your hand. Thomas and Minho’s eyes are latched onto the note as well, their friend’s last goodbye.

you breath in very deeply, and stand up, your legs still shaking. “Right, we need to go to, wherever they’ve taken him”. you can feel Brenda and Jorge looking at you, something between pity and exasperated swimming in their faces.

“y/n-”

“-no, we’re not going any further without Newt” you fold your arms and sit back down, crossing your legs. Jorge opens his mouth to say something but Thomas cuts him off, “don’t try and argue with her, she won’t budge”

*

“He said- very pointedly, I might add- to tell you guys to get lost”

you fold your arms across your chest, “we’re not going anywhere without Newt.” Minho and Thomas nod and stare stonily at the guards.

“Did you not hear what I said?”

“Your jobs not done” Thomas takes a step towards the guard.

“Yeah, so if you want your money, you better take us to him”

the guards sighs and mutters darkly. “come on then, I’ll take you to your friend”

you step over rubbish, mud and suspicious looking scarlet patches. there are shrieks and shouts that sound like they came from a strangled animal.

the others are looking around warily but you stride after the guard, not even stopping when you stepped into a pile of mud, splattering yourself with mud.

eventually you reach a run down bowling alley, with cackling laughter echoing from it. the others are talking quietly behind you. “..I just have a bad feeling.” you spin around to face her. “don’t come then, but I’m getting Newt back if it’s the last thing I do.” Brenda looks slightly taken aback but there is understanding in her eyes.

you push your way into the building, Thomas, Minho, Brenda and Jorge close behind you. your eyes scan the room, as you step over people muttering to themselves or else hitting each other over the head all the while grinning.

then you spot him, even in the dark you recognise him. you speed up your pace and the others hurry to catch up. you’re so focused on making your way towards him that when his voice echoes around the dark room, “I told you bloody shanks to get lost!” the others stop behind you, and you keep your eyes on the boy. “Newt, listen to me-.” you step forwards, one hand outstretched. “y/n, listen to me, turn around and leave, now”

“Newt, please-.”

“y/n, stop”

“Newt-.”

“y/n” he turns around, his dark eyes dancing in the small blinking lights of the building, and a launcher gripping in his shaking hands, “y/n, please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

your heart sinks down to rest, somewhere around your navel. your mind is spinning, broken only when Newt’s voice tears at the air.

“I am a Crank Minho! I am a Crank! Why can’t you get that through

your bloody head? If you had the Flare and knew what you were about to go through, would you want your

friends to stand around and watch? Huh? Would you want that?”

“No, I wouldn’t” your voice comes out soft, but makes Newt turn his head, “but I would have thought maybe you would care enough for a goodbye”

his gaze softens, “If that’s all you want, goodbye y/n”

you shake your head, as though trying to clear it, “no…no” your voice is so quiet it’s more of a whisper “no Newt, I don’t want a goodbye, I don’t want to leave here without you”

“you have to”

“no”

“you have to”

“no I don’t”

“y/n, don’t make me hurt you”

you feel as though you must be wearing a look similar to being hit over the head. “at one point, you said you would never hurt me, you promised” you take a deep breath of forced calm, “but I suppose that means nothing to you now”

it was Newt’s turn to look slightly stunned. “I’m sorry.” his voice was less than a whisper, and his eyes were sparkling, whether with tears or anger, you could not tell.

he raises the launcher in shaking hands, still mouthing those two words, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

and then there’s a fizz of electricity and a blinding flash of light. your limbs jerk around, and you see the others bend over you, shouting something that cannot penetrate the ringing in your head.

he had done it, he had hurt you. you do not move as arms carry you out of the dark bowling alley and back into the berg. a blurry face bends over you, while you mouth one word, Newt.

you blink rapidly, the world fuzzy and distorted. you sit up straight looking around and startling Minho who has evidently just woken from a doze in a chair nearby. despite yourself, you fond yourself hoping it was all a dream, that Newt’s soft voice and protective arms would comfort you any moment now.

but judging by the look in Minho’s eyes, you know it wasn’t a dream. Newt was gone, and you may never see him again. your hands ball into fists and you fight the urge to scream. Minho leans over and puts a hand on your shaking arm. the touch only reminds you more of the boy you had left and you snatch it away, hissing angrily, “don’t touch me.”

the boy clasps his hand in his lap, looking down at them. of course Minho has known him better, if not, longer than you had and was no doubt upset. but you’re too full of emotions that fight their way out of you.

you twist around and scream into your pillow. scream your voice hoarse. scream until your sobbing. you wish you could sleep but you know you won’t be able to. not with those two words weaving their way around your head.

I’m sorry.

Runner

Runner (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 445 words (short but sweet, like my sister)

Warnings: kissing (for the first time in ages), hugging, cuddling (wait those are the same thing, ah, it’s late)

Summary: when you return from the maxe, Newt has to make sure you’re alright. (me just realising, I start lots of my summaries with ‘when you’, yes very creative, well done me)

you hoist your pack a little higher onto your shoulder, getting ready to follow Minho into the maze. Newt stands a couple metres away, resting his chin on his fist, looking between you and his friend anxiously. you smile at him, and he smiles back though you can see the worry behind his gentle eyes.

Minho orders everyone to move out and you start to follow him before being almost knocked over by Newt’s hug. “be careful” he whispers in your ear. you give him another smile and kiss him on the nose. “I will.”

as you start to move away from him, he calls out, “if you die, I’ll kill you y/n”. you laugh, wave and follow Minho into the maze.

*

you face is red, and sweat dampens your hair as you hold onto your knees, panting. looking up you see the blond boy, previously pacing around the glade, running, or rather, hobbling towards you.

he hugs you hard, then hold you at arms length, inspecting you, for even the slightest injury. “lay off Newt, she’s fine.” Minho comes out of the maze behind you, laughing at the look of concentration on his face.

he sighs and releases you, “I’m sorry, I’m just-“

“If anyone has a right to hate that place, it’s you”

you smiles gratefully at you. “Are you tired?”

“No, I’m feeling quite energetic, ready for another run” you joke.

he laughs quietly, sweeping you into his arms, ignoring Minho’s loud wolf whistles behind him. he carries you to his hut, shutting the door with his foot, and setting you down gently in his hammock.

your eyelids grow heavy almost as soon as you lie down, you hold his hand, breathing deeply, until sleep washes over you.

sunlight seeps through your closed eyelids, creating a red glow. you raise your head slightly, blinking sleep from your eyes. you see Newt curled next to you, his arms around you.

you start to get up, you needed to meet Minho, he always liked to start early. Newt groans and holds onto you. “Newt” laughter edges your voice, “I need to wake up now.”

“Why?” his voice tired.

“I’m a runner now, I need to meet Minho”

“Minho, shminho” he scoffs, but his voice softens as he looks at your face, “I’ll handle it.”

you bend down in front of him, “you can’t keep me safe forever.”

“I’m bloody well gonna try.” he pulls you towards him and kisses you, “you’re not getting hurt if I can help it”

“but you won’t always be able to help it.” he looks at you, amusement and seriousness flashing in his eyes.

“We’ll see about that”

Blond

Blond (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 597 words

Warnings: staring (how dare he)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Minho I’m not a child-“

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

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

“god this is awkward.” he smiles,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Happy weekend y’all)

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.”