Forever

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, 😂)

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”.

I really like you

I really like you (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 665 words

Warnings: kissing, eavesdropping, romantic stuff (why are these hard to write)

Summary: when you overhear a conversation with Thomas and Newt, you find out he feels the same way about you, as you do to him.

you press your back up against the hut, listening hard to the two murmuring voices. sighing in quiet frustration, you move closer so you’re nearly visible from behind the wall.

“..listen, I know your going to deny it, but hear me out”

Thomas’s hushed whisper sounds from where he was sitting with another boy.

Newt’s apprehensive voice drifts towards you, “go on”

after a deep breath, Thomas says, “you like y/n, don’t you”

you peep your head around the hut and the little of the blond boy’s face that you can see is slowly turning a deep shade of red.

“I don’t know what you’re-”

“Seriously Newt. do you honestly think that you’re convincing anyone. you really aren’t. you turn as red as a tomato every time you look at her.”

he looks at his hands twisted in his lap and mumbles something you cannot hear. Thomas laughs, “you should go up to her, talk to her, at least look at her.”

“I can’t”

Thomas looks at him in exaggerated disbelief, “you got your leg snapped in three different places, you would run into a griever to save someone else and you’re scared of a girl”

Newt doesn’t answer.

“And what is more” Thomas raises his voice a little, “she’s standing right behind that hut, listening to our every word”

you hear a soft thump, and when you turn the corner you see Newt on the floor, evidently having just fallen.

Thomas is wearing a grin as he watches Newt’s face, as expected, turning red.

“oh hey y/n” he didn’t meet your eyes, staring at the ground. Thomas slaps his hands together, grinning, “ahh, here comes Minho now, I better go meet him.”

you know perfectly well that Minho was, at that moment, working with Chuck to sneak food out of frypan’s fridge, due to walking directly past the pair, hearing their whispered commands. not where Thomas was pointing.

Thomas walks off, grinning so widely the corners of his mouth almost touch his ears. you watch him leave and see Newt do the same.

scuffing the ground with the toe of your shoe, you click your tongue and look at the sky.

“Listen,” you look the boy in the eyes, “I’m not going to beat around the bush here, but,” you take a breath, “is it true you like me, or was it just a joke”

you look at your fingers. after a few moments Newt speaks, “No, no its not a joke. I like you y/n”

you find yourself surprised and look up at him, to find him, for the first time, ever you suppose, looking at you in the eyes. you stare at each other for a few moments, or maybe it’s several years, staring deep into his dark eyes, gentle and soft.

almost as though you’d planned it, you both start moving towards each other. you keep moving until you’re almost touching foreheads, not breaking eye contact.

“I like you y/n. I really like you.”

you smile at him, and reach for his hand, “I really like you too”

and then your lips were pressed together, swaying on the spot, hands intertwined. you close your eyes, lost in your own world. no maze, no glade, nobody but you and the blond boy.

you reach your arms around him and pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands move down to your hips as you continue to spin on the spot.

eventually, after what feels like several sunlit years, you break apart. Newt’s face is redder than ever and a wide smile is spreading across his face. he laughs and brushes a hair away from your eyes.

a loud, distant whoop sounds from a ways away, and you turn to see Thomas, jumping up and down, shouting, “he did it, he did it.”

Newt looks at you and rolls his eyes, smiling, as Thomas keeps shouting, his voice echoing past you and Newt’s once more intertwined bodies. “He did it, He did it, He did it!”

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 😭)

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”

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.