Jealous

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”

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!”

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)

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 😭)

I love you too

I love you too (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 724 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thomas doesn’t answer or look at his friend.

“That’s what I thought”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you smile, “I love you too.”

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 🤗)