Sorry About That Can You Make A Minewt

Sorry about that can you make a minewt

Try

Try (Minho x Newt)

Word Count: 652 word

Warnings: kissing, hugging

Summary: Minho is worried about Newt getting infected during their venture outside of WICKED.

(Right, finally got the right one. I’ve never written minewt so bare with 😁. Btw this takes place during The Fever Code.)

Minho hurries down corridor after corridor, Alby trailing after him, still wide-eyed. he knows they shouldn’t have done it, he knows it was dangerous. he wasn’t thinking.

what that WICKED worker had said wreathed around his mind, chilling him to the bone.

why hadn’t he though about it before? why during all the times they had gone up to that roof, why hadn’t he thought?

he bursts through the door to the huge hall the boys slept in, beds line it, bunk beds with crisp white sheets and small lumps, showing the rows of sleeping figures.

he practically sprints down the rows looking for a particular one, looking for a particular lump.

Minho skids to a halt so suddenly that Alby runs right into him. he rushes towards the boy that sat on the lower bunk of the bed, looking amused.

he lets out a sigh of relief and starts examining every part of the blond boy’s body, as if tasked with memorising it.

“something wrong Minho?”

his gaze snaps upwards and his voice comes out exasperated, “of course something’s wrong. why didn’t I think of it before? I didn’t realise… I didn’t think-“

“What the bloody hell are you talking about” Newt looks concerned as he pulls the boy onto the bed beside him, who was now running his hands through his hair and looking ready to pull bits out.

“What am I talking about?” Minho knows he sounds hysterical but he is so focused on getting the point he needed to get across to the boy, he didn’t care. “I’m talking about us sneaking out, we shouldn’t have don’t it. it was stupid. we should have thought about it sooner.”

“Thought about what sooner?” Newt puts a hand on Minho’s shoulder, looking seriously confused.

“The fact that you’re not immune!” he says this so loudly, several boys raise there heads, muttering in annoyed tones.

“What about it?”

“What about it? What about it? What if you had got infected while we were out there. What if a crank had jumped us and infected you. Why didn’t I remember it before?”

“Minho, I’m not a child, I can look after myself.”

at these words, the boy seems to deflate, slumping on the bed.

“I know, but that’s not the point. I don’t think you can’t look after yourself. It’s just,” he breaths deeply, “there are probably tones of cranks out there, and no matter how many fancy weapons WICKED uses on them, you might still catch the flare.”

“Honestly, you’re worse than Tommy. stop worrying.”

“I can’t.” Minho whined, hands twisting in his lap.

“Just don’t think about it anymore.” he sighs quietly.

“I can’t“

“Try”

“I-“

“Minho”

“But-“

Newt doesn’t let him finish. he presses his lips on Minho’s, stopping his words. the dark haired boy wraps his arms around the other’s neck and his soft blond hair tickles them. the boys feels soft fingers creep down to his waist.

after a couple minutes, or maybe it’s several hours, the two break apart.

“Try, alright.”

“okay.” Minho answers quietly.

Newt smiles at him and raises his head to Alby, who was leaning on the bed and watching the two. he holds up his hands, smiling. I’ll leave the two of you to it.

he walks away still smiling and Newt’s eyes latch back onto Minho’s.

“So, are done yapping, or-“

this time it was Newt’s turn to be cut off. Minho drags them both down onto their sides, not breaking away from the boy, holding him as though he would disappear if he didn’t.

the boy knows he should have kept trying to persuade the other to be more careful, but right then, in that moment, nothing mattered but the feels of Newt’s soft lips and warm fingers on his waist.

nothing but the gentle eyes that swallowed him. nothing but the blond hair, tickling his arms. nothing but Newt.

(Hope you liked it, sorry it took a minute)

Heights

Heights (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 436 words

Warnings: none (I don’t think)

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

(This is one of my head cannons for Newt)

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

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

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

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

“Don’t be a worry guts”

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

“I’m almost at the top anyway”

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

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

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

“Oh, really”

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

“Oh no, I’m really-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, I’m not a fan of heights”

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

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)

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)

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.”

hello!!! i just want to say, i love your stories!! i'm loving reading them, i loved your writing, everything!!!!!!!

i would really like a story where the reader was like a brother/sister to Gally and he was very protective and jealous, so when he found out that they and Newt were dating, he wanted to kill him.

Oh my gosh, I love this, Thank you so much for saying you like my fanfics! I really appreciate it! I will be starting this fic, again ty, this is an awesome idea!!!! 🫶