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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)

Golden

Golden (newt x gn!reader)

Word Count: 529 (sorry it’s so short)

Warnings: hints at being naked

Summary: the boy told you to wake him at sunrise but you find yourself not wanting to.

the golden light of the sun peers over the gigantic walls, turning the sky a honey colour.

you stand in the doorway of the hut, wondering what to do. Newt had told you last night to wake him if he wasn’t up by sunrise, but the peaceful look on his face made you not want to.

the yellow light of the sun shines onto his face, turning his hair, which was growing fast and covering part of his face, a beautiful golden colour. it rustles with every steady breath giving it a feeling of being alive.

freckles splash his pale face making it look as though small fireflies dance across his cheeks and nose.

his thin pink lips are turned up in a small smile, no doubt he was dreaming of a better place than here.

but that was not the only reason that you do not wish to wake him. he looked so relaxed and content that a soft yellow glow seemed to emanate from him, only another thing that made him look like an angelic, ethereal being.

you walk slowly into the room, not wanted to rouse the sleeping boy, but knowing you have to.

“Newt.” you breathe, half hopping that he won’t wake.

he groans a little and curls further into the hammock.

“Newt.” you move closer to him, brushing hair his from his closed eyelids. his blond eyelashes flutter and he opens them, showing slightly bleary chocolate irises.

“y/n? what are you doing here?” he runs a hand through his hair, unsticking strands of it from his face.

“you told me to wake me up at sunrise.” you roll your eyes, chuckling slightly.

“Yeah well…” he pauses for a moment, “thanks”

you smile, “you better get out of bed.”

he groans again, burying his face in a pillow before resurfacing and swinging his legs over the side of the hammock.

“I’ll leave while you get dressed.”

“I don’t mind if you stay.”

“nice try,” you smirk and kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll be waiting outside.”

after a minute or two, Newt slips out of the hut, looking much less exhausted. the two of you walk across towards the hall where Frypan’s kitchen attached to the hall where the gladers ate.

the golden sky was now splashed with blue, and the sun was higher, sitting serenely on the gigantic walls.

swift footsteps run towards you, and you turn to see Thomas skid to a stop next to the blond boy.

“you two getting breakfast?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, “that’s nice. listen,” he lowers his voice even though there are no other people around, “Alby needs you Newt, he wants all the keepers and well you,” he adds somewhat apologetically, “to meet him in the map room.”

Newt looks back at you and your mouth tilts into a smile, “I think I’ll be alright eating breakfast by myself for once.”

he smiles and follows Thomas towards the map room, leaving you to watch them for a moment before spinning on your heel and making your way towards the large hall. wondering all the way, what Newt would have to tell you when he returned.

(Sorry it’s short and rubbish, I have writers block, whoop whoop 🎉)

And then the world exploded

And then the world exploded (Newt x gn!reader)

Words: 5.4k

Warnings: injury, infection, explosions, mentions of death, blood, violence, mentions of violence, kissing

Summary: Minho has been taken by WICKED and the gladers are trying to rescue him

(50 follower special, whoop whoop 🎉, I luv you all tyy for being here and have an amazing week)

You POV

you follow the boys as they run along a road, looking around nervously. if they were seen by WICKED wouldn’t hesitate to blow them all sky high. you raise your head along the crowd and see Newt herding boy after boy under a moss covered overhang.

when you reach him he says in a worried voice, “is that everyone”

“yes, I’m the last one”

he nods and follows you after the others. the youngest of the boys are being comforted by the others while some had spilt into small groups to talk.

you walk with Newt, peering out around the rock you were hiding behind. you see Newts eyes scanning the area and the sky around it, muttering, “he should be here”

you put a hand on his shoulder and he holds onto your wrist, still scanning.

Thomas joins his friend at his shoulder and starts surveying the barren land between the distance WICKED building and their rocky overhang.

Newt stares, absently kicking the sand with the toe of his boot as he keeps looking into the distance.

you look at Thomas and he looks at you. he is biting his tongue and looking anxious for his friend. he had known Minho for maybe more than two years, and you have no idea what he’d do if his friend didn’t make it back to them.

“There!” Newt’s cry makes you, Thomas and others look up. you see from the distance a figure walking towards them from a distance. even from far away, it is almost certainly Minho. Newt rushes forward only stopped from running right to Minho by Thomas’ arm and quiet words.

the gladers crowd in a semicircle, bunched together watching as Minho stumbles towards them, Newt and Thomas’s faces are filled with glee and you can tell Newt is barley stopping himself from running towards his friend.

everyone keeps looking left and right, he was doing alright so far, it looked like WICKED hadn’t noticed him yet. hadn’t noticed that one of their prisoners had just escaped. the last thing you see is Minho’s face split into a giant grin. and then the world exploded.

you fall to your knees, ears ringing as bombs fall from the sky. smokes snakes around you making you cough and fire rains from above.

you bend your head, covering it with your hands and coughing violently. and then everything was still. a dull ringing fills your head and people are standing up all around you.

you find you’re sighing in relief despite yourself, as you see Newt and Thomas are already on their feet, looking around to where Minho had been a few moments ago.

“Over there.” Thomas points towards a hunched figure, no doubt Minho, shaking with coughs. three shadowy figures holding long sticks with electricity fizzing from the end, approach him from behind.

you don’t think. you weren’t thinking. all you know is that you’re running. running towards the crouched boy.

“No! Y/n!” you glance behind you to see Newt fighting off Thomas who had his arms gripped around his waist, restraining him. “No!”

you turn away from him, Newt’s screams still ringing after you. you race towards Minho and the figures, slamming into one of them and making his teammates turn and raise their weapons.

there is a fizz of electricity and you feel your limbs jerk from under you. a strangled scream escapes your mouth as you fall to the ground.

hands carry you away, another flash of electricity and shout of pain tells you Minho is being carried after you. pain ripples through your body. and then you pass out.

Newt POV

I struggle against Tommy’s grip, fighting as hard as I can to run after them. “No! Y/n!” Thomas grunts with the effort of restraining me and Frypan moves to help, grabbing my arms and pinning them down by my sides.

I see them slam into one of the figures and a flash of light as the others shoot their weapons. a strangled cry, somewhere between a scream and a sob, escapes my mouth and I double my efforts in fighting to free myself.

“Newt stop it”

I ignore him.

“Newt, if you get caught now, we won’t be able to help them”

I stop struggling and Tommy uses the opportunity to drag me away after the other gladers who had taken cover behind the large overhang.

You POV

you blink open your eyes and see Minho leaning on one of the walls of the blinding white room you’re in. “you’re finally awake.” sitting up, you rub your head.

“That was a really stupid thing to do.”

you scoff, “yeah, you’re welcome” he smiles grimly at you.

“When Newt gets his hands on us, he’ll kill both of us.” at the thought of Newt your stomach flips and you fight the urge to be sick. you didnt know whether they were safe or not, if any of them weren’t.

the last time you remember seeing him was him screaming at you to not go while being held back by Thomas.

you spin around and start hitting one of the walls with your fist, hoping you were somewhere near the door that was pretty much invisible. or non existent. but you push that thought away.

Minho is watching you, a tiny smile on his face, “it’s no use, you don’t think I’ve already tried that?”

you press your back against the wall and slide down it. Minho sits beside you, “Listen y/n, I’m grateful for what you did, I really am, but you didn’t have too”

you look at him sadly, “I did though, I couldn’t leave a friend.”

Minho sighs, “this is why Newt gets so worried about you.” you rest your head on your knees, and Minho pats you on the arm.

“I’m sorry y/n.”

“No, it’s alright, it’s true”

“but I’m still sorry”

“it’s not that. I just feel bad that I left him. that I left all of them.”

“you got me though. that was pretty brave of you, even if it was stupid. I’m glad I’m not on my own”

you look sideways at him and smile a little. he smiles back and tucks his knees up to his chin.

Newt POV

I bounce on the balls of my feet, “we need to go get them, we need to go get them”

Tommy puts a hand on my arm, “calm down, it’s alright.”

I push him away, “it’s not bloody alright, what if they’re hurt, what if they hurt them, what if they-”

I cannot finish that sentence but Tommy’s eyes show understanding. “they’re tough, y/n, they can take care of themself.”

I sighs, “I know it’s just” I bite my lip, worry creasing lines into my face.

Thomas pulls me around to face him and hugs me tightly. I find myself hugging back, resting my face on his shoulder.

“y/n’s fine, they’re both fine, they’re troopers, they’ve been through worse.”

You POV

the click of the little hatch on the door makes you jump to your feet. “about time.” Minho scoops up the food and hands you half of it, digging into his own.

you sit cross legged on the floor, silently eating with Minho. “you know you have no manners.”

Minho grins at you through a mouthful of potato and starts stuffing his face so much he looks like a hamster.

you laugh quietly.

“I’m glad I’m not alone in this place. It’d be pretty miserable.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t be alone for long. they’ll get us out”

you scoff.

“Seriously, I wouldn’t be surprised if Newt isn’t pulling out bits of his hair right now. he worries about you, you know”

you put your chin on your knees, not very hungry anymore. you did not want to think about Newt right now, let alone think about the worry you knew he must be experiencing.

Minho puts down his food, “I’m sorry y/n, I’m just trying to keep you from losing hope”

you nod at him, “how did you escape before.”

he grins to himself, pointing to a piece of plaster scraped hastily over a patch of ceiling.

“See that up there, these shanks don’t think we can get up there but I wasn’t keeper of the runners for no reason”

he gets to his feet, walks up to the back wall, takes a breath and sprints as fast as he can at the opposite wall, he jumps on a small foothold you see Minho must have made himself, and pushes off it touching the uneven ceiling with the palm of his hand.

he lands on his feet, and sits back down next to you. “it was probably because I need some fresh air but now they’ve just covered it up and are probably using some kind of fancy technology to blast air in here.”

you sigh, “how on earth are we getting out of this place”

“You’ll see” Minho smiles at you, “the others will be here, they’ll help us”

Newt POV

I feel my leg shaking, having to stop myself biting my nails for the fourth time. Tommy paces behind me, talking with Frypan and a few other gladers.

they are talking about how best to get Minho and y/n out of their prison. Brenda has a vague idea of where they are, but the rest of us are stumped, we just know that they’re in that building.

I get to my feet and walk over to the group. “Have you decided what to do for Minho and y/n yet?”

“Newt,” Tommy starts patiently, “it’s only been five minutes since you last asked that, and we haven’t got much further in figuring out how to get them out”

“Let’s just burst in there”

“Newt they’ll shoot you down within seconds”

I feel my blood boiling with hatred for WICKED, “I’d like to see them try, I’ll snap their necks in half for what they’ve done to all of us”

Tommy puts a hand on my shoulder, “If we start hurting them what do you think they’ll do to y/n and Minho. they have them trapped. won’t be too hard to put a bullet through their brains if we do anything wrong”

I press my mouth into a thin line and take a deep breath, closing my eyes tight before nodding and sitting back down some ways away, watching the WICKED building and imagining many things, most involving piles of Cranks and giant rocks of fire, destroying the whole place.

*

I feel my hopes lift as Thomas beckons all the gladers to gather around him. “I think we have come up with an idea to get Minho and y/n back from WICKED.”

I listen carefully as Thomas explains the plan, “but before we do this, I need to tell you, if anyone breaks from their post,” he fixes me with a serious stare, “this whole thing might not work.”

I raise my head indignantly, “I won’t break from my post, so long as I’m helping actually rescue them.”

Thomas looks at me and I glare back at him. then he sighs and I know he’s given in. “Fine, you can help, but don’t go running off, or attack anyone from WICKED just because they’re passing”

“Alright, alright, I’ll behave myself”

“Good,” Thomas turns to assign posts to the others, as they gather around him.

You POV

you sit in the middle of the room, your back pressed against Minho’s. “So, how long do you think it’ll be before the others get in here.”

“At least we’ll hopefully know if they tried,” you look at him in confusion, “well they’ll be thrown in here, won’t they?”

“Doesn’t seem like WICKED will let us all share a cell.”

Minho doesn’t answer, just kicks one of his legs over the other. “When do you think they’ll bring dinner.”

you laugh, “I thought we were talking about the others rescuing us.”

he shrugs, “I’m hungry.”

you laugh and he laughs too. that’s when the door clicks. both of you scramble to your feet, expecting to see the faces of their friends.

as the rat man steps through, your face falls. “What do you want.” Minho’s voice is harsh and he folds his arms across his chest.

“I’m here to take y/n”

“Mhm, let me think about that, no”

“It’s not your choice, I’ve been sent to take them”

“And why is that?”

“That, is not your concern”

Minho opens his mouth again, but you pat him on the shoulder and step towards the rat man.

he nods at you and gestures for you to step out of the door. you see Minho’s confused and a little anxious face as the door slides close behind you.

two guards flank you and the rat man as you walk down a long hallway. you look around, thinking of the possibility of escape. a guard prods you in the back with his launcher, “don’t even think about it.”

you reach a door and the rat man opens it with the guards shoving you inside. “Make yourself at home, you’ll be here for a while.” the rat man smiles cruelly as he shuts the door on you, leaving you in another, slightly smaller, white room.

Newt POV

I crouch next to Tommy, keeping my eyes on the building. two people sprint towards it, using the overhanging rocks to shield themselves from the view of the cameras that are propped all around the walls of the building.

they run until they are about one hundred meters away from it, and then they raise a hand above their head.

Thomas nods at me, and we and three others run towards them. Funny really, WICKED had so much security, yet they fail to put any cameras under these rocks. or maybe they did and were just toying with us. that was one of the reasons that only me and Tommy were going in.

we run, doubled over to avoid hitting our heads on the rough rocky roof.

Tommy holds out his hand and we stop abruptly. he turns to the boys behind us, “okay, you three, wait here and make sure nobody notices that anyone is going in or out. use a distraction, cover the cameras, just make sure WICKED isn’t focusing on us or Minho and y/n.”

they nod and Tommy moves forwards with me close behind him. we reach a heavy door, when Tommy spins around to face me. “Listen, I know you want to get them out, and we will, but don’t do anything stupid.”

I look defiant but eventually say, “fine.” he nods and ducks under the garage like door, slipping inside.

a long hallway stretches before us. Tommy leads the way down it, peeking around corners before moving.

I breathe quietly into his ear, “where are they?”

he looks around before answering, “Brenda said it was around here somewhere.”

we slip down the hallway, running around corners before Tommy stops so abruptly I slam into him.

I peer around him and see a door. my heart starts racing, and he shoots me a look that says, ‘remember don’t do anything stupid’.

he walks ahead of you, keeping one of his arms stiff as though he is getting ready to hold me back if he has to.

Thomas flattens his palms and starts patting the door, muttering under his breath. no doubt Brenda had told him how to open these mechanical door.

there is a click and a whir, and the door slides open slowly. I’m surprised that people don’t start running towards us, the sound wasn’t exactly quiet.

Minho’s apprehensive face comes into view but it quickly splits into grin as he sees me and Thomas standing on the other side.

he rushes towards us, “I knew it, I knew you’d come. I kept telling y/n.”

“speaking of which where is y/n,” I survey the room, feeling my face grow pale.

Minho looks at me, “the rat man took her. I don’t know where she is.”

Thomas pats me on the arm, and I take a deep breath, though on the inside, my heart is screaming. “Right, we probably don’t have much time before WICKED find out that you’re out of here, so we’d better find y/n, and get out of here”

at the silence that follows I nod and gesture for either Thomas or Minho to lead the way. they share a look of understanding before Thomas moves in front of me.

I follow behind him, being much less careful to be quiet. it was only a matter of time before WICKED was on us anyways.

You POV

you sit, curled in a corner of the room, bored out of your mind. footsteps run past your door and you jump to your feet, pressing your ear up to the door at the sound of mumbling.

“He’s out somehow, the cell’s empty”

“Sounds like his friends have finally come for him”

“Where is security, they should have been stopped”

“They’re over by Denver, taking care of some Cranks”

“That isn’t our problem”

“Well their paying for it and we all know-“

the last bit of the WICKED employee’s sentence was cut of by a loud crunching, and the sound of flesh against flesh.

their friend shouts in surprise but his is cut short too by a thumping sound. “Newt I told you not to do anything stupid,” Thomas’ annoyed voice echoes from near the unfindable door of your cell, “like that.”

you bang your fists on the door, shouting, “Thomas, Newt!” a shout sounds from nearby, “y/n!”

you hear footsteps run towards your door. “Back up Newt, I’ll open it.” you hear a few clicks and whirs and then a hiss as the door slides open slowly.

“Y/n!” Newt grins widely at you and you sprint towards him, throwing yourself at him, wrapping your legs around his waist. you crash your lips onto his the second you two collide.

he stumbles backwards slightly, but keeps his balance, returning your kiss and hugging you back so tightly, you’re sure neither of you can breathe. You finally break apart as Newt says quietly, “Never do that again, you hear me. Never.”

you don’t answer, you can’t promise that.

you raise your head a little and see Thomas and Minho grinning at each other. unfortunately, the moment doesn’t last. at that very moment, alarms blare and red flashing lights dance before your eyes.

“well that’s our cue, let’s get out of here.”

you intertwine your fingers with his and run after the three, down long, narrow corridors. footsteps and shouts sound from behind you.

you glance over your shoulder and hear a clicking sound. armed WICKED guards race towards the group, aiming guns at you.

the bullet flies through the air and hits you in the leg. you cry and feel it jerk out from underneath you.

Newt turns around and bends down next to you, “no, they’re not taking you again.” he sweeps you, bridal style, into his arms and runs with you.

catching up to the others, you see their eyes widen as they see you, still letting out small cries of pain, in Newt’s arms.

Thomas reaches out an arm to help his friend but he waves him away. “Keep going, I’ll take care of y/n, get the others out of the way, it won’t be long before WICKED sends those bombs again.”

Thomas nods, speeds up to run beside Minho, exchanges a few words with him and they both start sprinting away from the two of you, around a corner and out of sight.

a loud metallic creaking reaches your ears. you hear Newt groan quietly. he speeds up, running, or rather hobbling, down the long hallway.

he races around a corner to find a slowly closing garage like door. picking up the pace, you try to block out the footsteps behind you, growing closer.

Newt leans into you, whispering in your ear, “this is going to hurt, it’ll be over soon.” you nod and he touches your nose with his for a moment, before bending down and sending you rolling underneath the door.

you shout in pain as you tumble on your injured leg. as you roll to a stop, you see Newt slide under the door, just before it closes with a crash.

he kneels next to you, gently prising your bloodstained hands off your leg so he can examine it. you see him bite his lip, anger flashing in his eyes.

putting a hand on his, he smiles at you, warmth once more filling his face. yet at the sound of footsteps, both of your heads jerk upwards towards the sound.

Minho and Thomas stand above the two of you, looking grave. “What is it?”

they look at each other, “follow us.” Newt looks back down at you, “are you okay if we stand?”

you take a breath and nod. he puts one of your arms around his shoulders and, as gently as he can, rises with you.

wincing slightly, you lean on him, keeping weight off your leg. the two of you follow Minho and Thomas in silence.

you duck under rocks, bent double. you finally straighten up, expecting to see the gladers, anyone.

but you’re met with a completely different sight. large smoking craters dot the area. boulders have been destroyed, littering the floor with rocky debris.

Newt POV

“looks like WICKED were more aware of what was going on than we thought.”

“I suppose y/n, and me weren’t doing much for them except to get the rest of you in one place. seems like they attacked the others before we got back.”

“Do you think they’re alright” Thomas bites his lip, looking anxious.

“Well there are no bodies but WICKED could have always cleaned up after themselves.” I twist my hands together, worry and hatred for what WICKED had done fighting for dominance.

“They know what they’re doing.”

“That won’t stop them getting blown up.”

Minho sits down with his back against a rock, “so what’s the plan. we can’t stay here. it’s only a matter of time before WICKED blow us up too.”

“We should get moving.” y/n lowers themself steadily onto a rock, “maybe we’ll be able to catch up to the others, and regroup. and if not, at least we’re putting some distance between us and this wretched place.”

“We need to do something about your leg first. I’d clean it, but there’s nothing, but bloody sand around here”

I bend down, looking closely at the bloody fabric of her trousers. I look around me for some sort of bandage, before eventually ripping off a strip of fabric off my jacket and tying it, gently yet tightly around their leg. a small wince slips from their lips and I immediately look up. they have their eyes squeezed shut and their fists clenched.

You POV

“It’s alright love, I’m done now.”

you prise open your eyes slowly, trying hard not to look at the already bloodstained bandage.

“Are you okay y/n.” Minho is looking at you sympathetically.

“Of course they’re not bloody okay. bloody shuck ran their leg through with a bleeding bullet. and when I get my hands on the idiot that did it, I’ll-“

“you won’t do anything to anyone” you pat him gently on the arm.

“We’ll see”, menace edges his voice but the rage has left his face.

“There isn’t much we can do against them.” Thomas is watching Newt closely, “four unarmed teenagers, one of which is injured, against hoards of armed WICKED workers with bergs and launchers. this isn’t a movie, just ‘cause we’re the good guys doesn’t mean we’ll win.”

you sit in silence for a moment, letting Thomas’ words sink in. the truth was, he was right, they didn’t stand a chance against WICKED. it would be a miracle if all of them made it out of this alive. you had already lost so many.

you look around at the boys. if any of them didn’t make it. no, you shake away that thought, it was too unbearable.

besides it wasn’t true, you would make it out, all of you. you’d just have to keep telling yourself it. then maybe you’d believe it.

Newt POV

we keep walking. walking, walking. not sure to where exactly. well I know where, but I don’t know if ‘where’ is even real.

didn’t seem likely that the people that had just dropped bombs on us, and shot y/n in the leg, would just let us into a ‘safe haven’.

I feel I have good reason to be skeptical but I don’t want to mention it to the others. they’ve already got enough worry to burden their minds.

I find myself glancing over at y/n more and more often. I can tell that they’re struggling, though they don’t say anything. their small gasps every few seconds and ever increasingly obvious limp.

they catch me watching them anxiously and tries to smile but it comes out as more of a pained grimace. I move closer to them and offer them a shoulder.

with a small sigh, they lean gratefully into me. burrowing their head in my neck, their short sharp breaths slow gently.

“we need to keep moving love if you’re ready.” I didn’t want to have to say it but Minho and Thomas were getting further and further away.

they look up into my face for a moment, as though they were trying to remember every detail of it. then they nodded.

I let them wrap an arm around my shoulder as we started walking. both of us limped along after Thomas and Minho who looked like they had stopped to wait for the two of us.

You POV

you reach the boys, and see Minho and Thomas watching you closely. “Do you want me to take her Newt.”

you press closer to the boy beside you, and he looks down at you before answering, “I’m alright Tommy, they’re good with me.”

he nods. Newt looks towards Minho, “are we gonna keep moving or are we stopping here?” he cups his hands over his eyes, looking up towards the sun then back at you.

“we can stop here.”

you sigh in relief and sink onto the sand. the sun has already started setting, splashing orange into the blue sky. Newt sits down next to you and you put your head gently in his lap.

he looks down at you, stroking your hair softly. you hear Thomas and Minho laying down out of your field of vision. you close your eyes and feel sleep tugging at you.

a few weak rays of sunlight peek out from the horizon, creeping through your eyelids.

you raise your head to see Newt. dark circles showing prominently under his eyes. looking like he hadn’t slept in ages, still in the same position he was when you fell asleep.

you prop yourself on an elbow. Newt looks down at you then at the boys. “you should try and get some more sleep darling.”

“you can talk.” you retort quietly, “it looks like you didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.”

he doesn’t answer you, pretending he didn’t hear.

“Newt, you need to sleep”

he shakes his head. “Who’s gonna make sure no one from WICKED comes and takes you again in the night”

you shuffle closer to him, and put a hand on his cheek. “don’t worry about me, you need to sleep” he opens his mouth but you put a finger of his lips and drag him down slowly onto the sand.

he lets out a small sigh and, after a few moments, his breathing becomes steady. you run a hand gently through his hair. and smile at the peaceful look on his sleeping face.

Newt POV

I wake with a start, silently cursing myself for falling asleep. propping myself up on my elbow, I start looking around for y/n. my heart starts to race as I look up and down the endless dunes. spinning around frantically, I spot them and feel my heart slow from its, one hundred beats a second.

they smile, “lose something.”

“Not anymore”

“How did you sleep.” they move towards me.

“‘bout as well as I can in a desert with a fear of me or you guys being blown up by a bunch of mad scientists.”

“So pretty bad then”

I yawn hugely in answer. they look over to Tommy and Minho, who are stirring slightly. “I’d tell you to get back to sleep, but Minho will kill us both if he catches anyone sleeping longer than him. the filthy hypocrite.” they add as an afterthought, but I can tell it was a joke.

“speak of the devil”

I turn to see Minho, with bleary eyed Tommy in tow. “Shall we get moving then.” he doesn’t wait for an answer, but drags Tommy after him.

y/n rolls their eyes at me, but the smile on their face is wiped away almost instantly as they start walking. their leg seems to have gotten worse over night. they are limping worse than ever and every step is met with a grimace or small gasp.

I find myself moving closer to them, stiff, as though being ready to catch them at any moment. they seem to notice because their mouth turns into a brave smile and they say, “after this heat, I’ll never complain about the cold again.”

I have to agree with them there. I’m not sure there is a part of me that hasn’t been burned from the sun. not that I’m a stranger to sunburns.

while being both a runner and a trackhoe, I usually found myself in the sun. but this was a whole different level of torture. at this point, I’ve given up trying to wipe the sweat of my forehead.

though if anyone was struggling, it was y/n. it wasn’t that hard to see they were in pain. with both the sand dunes making walking normally impossible, and their leg that looked to be getting worse by the minute, I half expected them to keel over at any moment.

beads of sweat glisten on their forehead, and though it is hot, I’m not sure it’s from the heat. their breath is becoming rasping. yes, none of us have had enough water for quite some time, but, I can’t help worrying.

it wasn’t just me who was getting nervous. Minho and Tommy glance over their shoulder more and more frequently until they are practically walking with their heads facing backwards.

as soon as the sun starts to sink, Minho tells everyone to get some rest. he and Tommy sit on a large rock, tipping sand out of their boots, and shaking emptying bags of water sadly.

I help y/n over to another rock and after making sure they are alright, gently peeled back the makeshift bandage. the little liquid I have left in my body nearly came back up as I look at a swollen, red streaked wound where the bullet had entered their leg.

clearly an infection had set in, no doubt from the little piece of metal buried deep. there was nothing I could do but try to get as much excess blood off the strip of ripped jacket as I could.

You POV

you lean into the boy beside you and he puts an arms around your shoulders. looking up into his face you see worry there and both of you know there is nothing you can do to stop the infection.

the other boys walk over to you, “how is it looking?” Thomas asks Newt.

he doesn’t look at him, but says quietly, “infection.”

“and-“ Minho starts.

“and it means without fancy medication from WICKED there’s nothing we can do. after what’s just happened I don’t think they’ll be all too happy to help us” anger edges his voice now and his grip around you tightens.

you hold onto his hand and he relaxes a little.

“is there anything we can do, anything at all?” Thomas looks at his friend.

Newt pretends not to hear him, under the pretence of binding your leg back up, not that it would do anything but cover up the vomit inducing sight. his head is low, hidden in the shadow of the setting sun.

“Newt-“

“You just need to go easy on it and I’m sure it’ll be fine.” he pointedly ignores Thomas’ question once again.

Thomas opens his mouth again but Newt cuts over him.

“We need to rest.”

“But-“

“Now Tommy.” Minho gives him a stern look, gesturing to Newt’s blank, numb looking face.

all four of you know. you all know that if you don’t get medication, and soon, you’re not going to make it much further. you all know that you’re never going to get said medication. there wasn’t much hope. there never was much hope. but you have to keep going. for your friends. for the gladers. for Newt…

(Might continue this, if y’all like this one 😊)

her laugh. newt x reader

summary 📰: in which newt calms reader from her anger against gally

warning/s 📬: unedited, blue eyed thomas

slater’s note 📮: uhh this originally was a thomas fic but oops

gally could tell he was losing power just as much as anyone could. it was obvious he was no longer the center attention once the boy with pretty blue eyes entered the glade with chaotic curiosity for the truth with him.

gally was angry with the way thing were folding out before him, with the way things were changing. it was all right before his eyes happening so fast he couldn’t even do anything but yell.

you could see the anger inside of him, fuming to the brim as you stared intently, watching him go off about how thomas was breaking the rules and deserved to be punished.

you bit your tongue, resisting the urge to argue with the wall of bullshit he was building. he was completely ignoring the fact that even though he did break the rules, he saved two important people of your glade.

“the rules are the only thing that have kept us together, why now are we questioning that?” gally looked around the circle of the eight of you before looking back to newt, “you know alby would agree with me on this.”

“don’t bring him up,” you mumbled, shaking your head as rubbed your finger tips against your bottom lip.

“what?” gally raised his eyebrows as if taunting you, challenging you speak up against him again and with how close he leaned towards you, you would usually shut you right up but it only fueled your fire more.

you looked up to him, challenging him right back, “don’t talk about alby, gally. he’s not here right now, so you don’t know what he would agree with.”

“well someone here needs to state the obvious and that is the fact that of new greenie here needs to be punished.”

“yes, and that someone is newt,” you gave gally a pointed look, “there’s a reason you weren’t pointed as second in command.”

his eyes just about popped out of his head as he stared you down. it seem as though he was about to strangle you if you hadn’t exited the tent.

you felt heat rise to your cheeks as an unusual amount of feeling overwhelmed. you knew that was about to bite you in the ass near future because no one ever felt the need to stand up to gally but rather allow him to bitch it out. it never really was worth the fight.

“hey, wait,” you felt a hand reach your shoulder before rather roughly turning you around to face them, to face newt, “calm down, cowgirl.”

you shook your head as both of newt’s hands reached on both sides of your face as if steadying you in place. he smiled lightly, his eyebrows rising as if questioning if you were alright.

his eyes dazzled and it made you swallow roughly, “he’s going down too hard on him, newt, and if he doesn’t knock it off i’m gonna punch him in the gut.”

“settle down, alright?” he gave you a light pointed look, amusement twinned up and around his slowly forming smile, “you’re too pretty to worry about big old gally and his problem with the new greenie, okay? i’m starting to get worried he’s gonna strangle you before you can do it yourself.”

you rolled your eyes, nodding your head for no entire reason of agreement aside to bring peace of mind to newt. you laid your hand on his, slowly bringing it away from your rosy left cheek, moving it so you can hold it tightly.

he nods, satisfied with the simple nod, “alright, now before you do anything crazy... i want a kiss as a reassurance that you’ll somewhat listen to what i’ve told you.”

you rolled your eyes, shifting your head from left to right before reaching your hand up to the side of his head, rubbing his cheekbone, “you’re not getting a kiss that easy, babe.”

he smirked, his hands going back up to clutch your head tightly, shaking his head, “you know you’re really lucky i like you.”

you smiled, before giggling loudly, something that rarely ever happened and made newt smile even harder as he begun to press kisses all over your face and lightly on your neck.

your laugh became louder and louder and more heads begun to turn your way as the sweet noise echoed throughout the glade. your laugh was always nice to hear, it brought sweet thoughts to the young boys’ heads, reminding them of better things that went far from the glade and the maze.

“alright, alright, alright! i’ll kiss you,” you smiled widely, trying your best to pull away from his strong grip full of love.

“good,” he whispered, pulling away finally, waiting for you to lean in, pressing your lips against his. “alright, now try not to kill anyone, love.”

“cant promise anything.”

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Just Another Glader—Newt

Pairing: Next x fem!reader

Trigger warning: Alcohol, drunk Newt, jealous Newt 

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Genre: Non specific 

Requested: No

Word count: 1163

Summary: Newt is struggling to admit to Y/n that he has feelings for her, so on bonfire night he decides to get a little bit of help.

Newt sometimes wondered why he was appointed second in command. It's not that he didn't like it. Sure, it was a lot of responsibility having to help run The Glade, but that wasn't something he couldn't handle, and unbeknownst to him he was the glue of the Glade. He wondered because he didn't view himself as anything particularly special. Why not Gally, or Minho? Sure they were both hotheads, but they could get people to rally. Of course Newt didn't view himself as anything lesser, he wasn't insecure, just didn't quite see himself as special. He was equal to everyone in his mind. Just another Glader.

And unfortunately, when you're pinning after the only girl in The Glade, being "just another Glader" doesn't help you much. And that was another thought Newt ranggled with on the daily.

Y/n. The perfect balance kind, quirky and mischievous, and Newt wasn't the only one after her, not by a long shot. At first when people started to proclaim their quote unquote, "undying love" for her, she turned them away gently telling them they were very kind, but she didn't feel the same. But after the first half dozen she started to get impatient. If any boy (besides maybe Newt, Minho, Chuck, Alby or Thomas) got anywhere near her she sent them away with a withering glare, and continued doing what she was doing, and reasonably so.

Newt and Y/n were friends, so at least he knew she cared for him, just not in the way he wanted her to. Apparently, Minho had had enough of watching Newt stare at her while she worked, or ate, or talked, or really anything, Newt could have watched her for hours, but Minho took the snap.

Minho was eating dinner with Newt and telling him about the maze, various patterns they'd already been over dozens of times before, both were starting to loose hope about ever getting out, much to Alby's chagrin, but Minho went over it with Newt every day anyways. Or Minho was trying to. "So we ran section 8 today, and Thomas seems to be adapting pretty quick— Newt, are listening to me?"

Newt was staring at Y/n as she chatted amiably with Chuck and Thomas. She laughed at something Chuck said and Thomas gave ruffled her hair with a fond smile. Despite the brother sister type of relationship they seemed to have, Newt felt jealous cloud his vision quick as quicksilver.

As Y/n busied herself swatting Thomas's hand away, Newt busied himself clenching his fists and sending Thomas a cool look. Minho slammed his fork down, causing Newt to snap out of his daze, and a few boys to raise and eyebrow at the keeper of the runners.

"Alright that's it, shuckface! If you don't tell the shebean soon, I'll tell her myself. If you're gonna be pissed at Thomas, it better be for a reason better than this." he said.

Newt looked at Minho warily, knowing full well what he meant. "Tell her what exactly?" he asked with feeble hope that Minho meant something else.

"You know very well what. I'm tired of you gazing at her like she's the shuck sunset while I'm trying to talk to you." Minho snapped, crumpling Newt's hopes like a ball of paper. Newt sighed, knowing he was probably right. "Besides, if you don't make a move soon, Thomas will. And then where will you be?"

Newt scowled, teeth grinding together audibly. "You think Tommy likes her?"

Minho scoffed, if he would have had more hair he would have flipped it. "Yeah, Thomas and every other guy in this shuck place. Do something soon, or I will."

***

As it turns out, Newt did find a way to muster up the courage. Or alcohol dosed Newt did. It was bonfire night, meaning Gally was in an okay-ish mood, which meant Gally's special drink. No one knew what was in it, just that it made them feel "alive". Newt was never one to want to get wasted, but he figured if he was going to spit out how he felt to Y/n, he might as well not remember her rejection in the morning.

"Bottoms up." he muttered too himself, gulping down some of Gally's drink.

Y/n sat on a log beside a clearly intoxicated Minho. Normally, she could put up with Minho and his antics, but when he got drunk he got a little too flirty for her taste.

"Hey Y/n, I think something's wrong with my bed," Minho shrieked out a giggle like an intoxicated hyena. "You aren't in it."

Y/n thunked Minho on the head. "Go bother Thomas, you twat." she said with an eye roll.

Minho skipped off in his drunk stupor, but was quickly replaced by someone else. Newt slung an arm around the girl and sent her a grin.

"'Ello, love." he slurred. "You had some of Gally's drink yet?"

Y/n groaned, hand immediately flying up to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration. How had someone gotten Newt drunk? He never drank, not once in the two years she'd known him. "Can't say I have." she said. "Have you?"

Newt held his fingers very close together for the girl to see. "Maybe a teeny bit." He giggled.

She stood up quickly, and offered the lanky blond her hand. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Newt took her hand and stumbled after her towards the homestead. Most Gladers slept in hammocks, but being second in command has the occasional benefit, such as a room in the homestead, and staying away from the cult of Gladers who enjoyed practicing spirit summoning rituals (God knows where they'd learned them) in the dead of night.

After bumping into several walls, and tripping over multiple stairs, a severely exasperated Y/n managed to haul Newt into his bedroom.

"Go to sleep, Newt. You'll feel better in the morning." That was a lie. The only thing he would have in the morning was a pounding headache and a world that appeared to look like a giant pinwheel of death, but she needed to convince him to close his eyes for at least a few hours. A pout appeared on Newt's face as Y/n moved for the door.

"Don't gooooooo." he whined, a childish look of abandonment crossing his morose face.

"Alright." Y/n murmured. She sat down on the floor next to his bed, and after some convincing, got Newt to try and fall asleep. She sat in silence for a few minutes. After a solid forty five minutes or so, she assumed he was asleep, and quietly crept towards the door, but before she could slip through the door and back to her hammock, the girl heard a quiet whisper waltz across broken silence.

"I love you" murmured from Newt. Y/n smiled softly at his now sleeping form.

"I love you too, Newt."

Memories

Newt X Thomas X minho X reader relationship

Gladers x reader platonic

Warning: cursing

A/N: since i dont see anyone do this poly ship ill write it because I'm obsessed with this ivy trio, this is the time in snorch trial

Some of y'all cant quite sleep and you cant help the silence you have to break it so you said

"i still remember when thomas came out of the box suddenly ran and face planted on a cow's shit"

(pretend theres a cow shit😭)

The three of you (minho,newt,you) quietly laugh but you didn't notice thomas was awake

"i dont even know why i want to date you.." thomas said

"yea and i remember asking thomas to get some fertilizer and he didn't notice the branch so he hit he's head pretty hard, that was pretty dumb love"

Newt said

"y'all are literally getting team up on me"

Thomas sat up and made gesture with he's hands

"Oh i remember something too"

Minho sat up as he said it

"oh god minho not you too"

"Thomas and i were running then out of nowhere he thought he could walk through walls"

Minho said chuckling

" you know what I'm breaking up with the Three of you"

"what?!-"

the three of you said. minho looking down at Thomas because he's at the top

"Oh come on dear we're joking" you said

Thomas didn't answer you felt bad so you started to think of something

"oh and i rememb-"

Thomas only groans and lie down

"i remember minho think he can do flip but ended up on med-jack"

"HEY!, Its not like you tried to climb something and ended going to jeff aswell"

Minho said to you

"atleast i didn't try to split not like newt here"

You said starting the war

"oh really no offense love but i remember you cant even touch the dirt"

Newt said

"because it has WORMS!"

You sat up and throw your hands in the air

"oh your scared of worms but not grivers or cranks"

Thomas said chuckling

"well i- UGHH"

The four of you kept remembering things until y'all fall asleep but when frypan and the others woke up the four of you were of the floor cuddled by each other

There's no time

Newt X (any gender) Reader (romantic)

Gladers X reader (platonic)

Warning: mention of blood, cursing , mention of death, maybe kinda angsty but it will be fluff

A/N: this is not actually an AU but in this situation alby was not sting but will be sting at the time where they're escaping

All the gladers are waiting for reader to come back because its already getting dark the gates started to close the others left because they knew reader can't survive there

"They're not gonna make it.."

"they're gonna die"

"they're not coming back"

Etc.

Newt can hear the others but he still have faith that you can out run the door

Then there was you running for your life

"C'MON READER RUNN"

"READER!!"

The gates were so fast and your to far once you touch the walls its already close all you heard was newt shouting

"READER!"

Some of the gladers had a disappointed face and left because its already getting dark but newt stayed there

.

"hey newt.. you can't just stay here you have to take a rest..."

Jeff said as he sat next to newt

"... let's just wait for those walls to open and I'm pretty sure the runners will look for them. Lets just have a little fate that they will get out of there safe"

Newt was hesitate but nodded and got up to he's hut

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When newt woke up he saw minho and ben running to the maze he only stared at them for a minute then he started he's job

Then a few hours later he saw minho carrying reader on he's back to the med-jack

Newt quickly ran up to them but was stop when minho pulled him away

"wait man you cant go in there, they're still healing"

Minho grab newt's shoulder

"well no bloody shit i have to go to them i need to know that their ok"

Newt said trying to get out of Minho's grip

"newt please be patient... they're resting for the meantime alright"

Alby said and he only nodded

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A few minutes past there's a loud sound that cause newt,minho,alby to look inside the med-jack

Minho caught jeff and only stared at reader

"wh-what happen to them?...."

Minho asked

"they're stung by a griver"

'no no no I'm only dreaming this isn't true' newt thought as alby call the other's and tied reader

"wait stop y'all are gonna hurt them!"

Newt said to the other glader seeing reader like this minho and alby didn't notice the stung on they're back when they saw reader lying down

"I'm sorry newt but we have to banish them"

Chuck said seeing the commotion

Newt's eyes were widened he was so furious that he attack gally who has been holding up reader

The others pull newt out off gal and put him in a time out

Newt only sat there waiting for reader to get banished he said its more better to be there than seeing reader go to the maze

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The sound of closing gates which means reader is gonna get banished then he heard reader screaming

"shit please dont let be in there again please!!"

Newt stand up and tried to open the cell door once he did open it he ran as fast as he can but when he got there reader was already inside they made eye contact and reader mumble

'i love you'

Then the walls are closed

The other gladers were sad aswell reader has been like a family to them they couldn't help but feel gloom

Newt only knelt down there crying

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A/N: I'm tired, in this part where many months have past now thomas and Teresa were here and they escape the next part will happen in the scorch trial

There will be a part 2!!!!!

Omg yay, you’ll write for the cuties :)

Can I request a Newt fluff piece where he DOESNT get the flare (sorry I’m still so heart broken over it) and he confesses that he’s in love with f!reader and they just get their happy ending. Please?

Yes, of course, sweet Anon!😊 And aren't we all honestly, Newt deserved better. But I'll be honest, kinda feel like I was cheating on Gally while writing this lmao

Sorry if this is a little short as well.

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Watching the sunset in your new home, you thought back on all the hardships you and your friends went through.

You all were so lucky to be alive, coming close to death too many times to count. Only, you did lose people along the way...

You lost friends, people you loved dearly. It hurt more than you could express, yet, you were so thankful for the people that survived along with you.

You upturned your lips into a bittersweet smile, watching your friends conversing near the bonfire, sighing in relief when you saw Newt smiling and laughing along with the rest of your friends.

You were the most thankful that Newt had survived, and you definitely shouldn't felt more guilty for thinking that, but you weren't.

Newt had been your rock, since day one when you first came up in the Box. He was the first face you saw in a sea of unfamiliars, terrified out of your mind, he made you feel more safe. He made sure you were taken care of, and you took care of him in turn. You both shared long nights of just talking, getting to know each other, bonding over what similarity you could find in each other and the hellish situation you were put in.

You loved him, you found that out pretty quickly, but nothing ever came of it. You and Newt both had a sense that something powerful was there, but so much was going on around you at all times, never getting a respite long enough to discuss your feelings.

After a close call in Denver, you made sure he knew how much you loved him. Even if it wasn't the most heartfelt confession, just saying it out loud to him was enough.

But now that you were all in the Safe Haven, the danger far away across the sea, Newt never said anything about it. You didn't know if he was the type to want to wait awhile before confessions such as those, but the way his eyes seemed to shine when you told him, you figured that he felt the same. It shouldn't have bothered you as much as it did, but hearing him say it out loud would make it feel more real to you.

As if right on cue, you and Newt locked eyes, smiling softly at one another. The strong connection you shared drawing him to you, taking a seat next to you, instinctually throwing an arm around your shoulders and placing a kiss to your temple. "They talking off your ear?" You joked.

Newt chuckled, pulling you closer. "Nah, they couldn't even if they tried. Just wanted to sit next to you is all." He said, making you blush lightly.

You looked back at your friends, the little village that you called home now, it all felt so surreal. "We made it." You voiced softly.

"I know. Sometimes I can't believe it myself. It all feels like a dream."

"Then it's a really good dream." You said happily, kissing at the edge of his lips. Newt looked at you, a fondness in his eyes that made you blush once again. He always had the power to make you blush, even with just a look. "What?" You giggled nervously.

"Back at the W.C.K.D. facility, you told me you loved me. Did you mean it?"

You smiled, taking ahold of his hand. "Of course I did. I know it wasn't as heartfelt as I wanted it to be, but...I didn't want to take any chances. If we didn't make it, I wanted you to know regardless. But it was the truest thing I've said in my entire life."

You froze when Newt took hold of your face, his callused hands brushing across your skin delicately, his now tear filled gaze entrancing you. Placing his lips upon yours softly, he held you close, feeling his tears fall down your cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss with a simple movement. His touch the only thing you could focus on, the world around you falling away, Newt was the only thing that mattered to you in that one moment. His lips pulling away feeling like you were awakened from a dream, your head clouded and your vision blurry with tears of your own.

"I love you too, Y/n. I always have."

You grinned tearfully. "You do."

"I do." He smiled. "And I always will."

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Bruh, listening to the acoustic version of This Is Goodbye by Imminence while writing this was just *chef's kiss*

Can I please request a newt smut where he’s just having a rough day and she tries to make him feel better with a sweet soft session? Maybe where’s she’s on top for once and he’s just heart eyes over it? Thanks darling!

Of course, my dear Anon! Newt is just a sub in my eyes, honestly

NSFW WARNING

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Newt huffed sharply, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

He had been working all day in the hot sun, pulling weeds from the gardens and ordering the newest Greenie around.

As if that weren't hard enough, the Slicers somehow managed to lose a pig, it accidently escaping from the Blood House and wreaking havoc all around the Glade.

Since no one seemed to be competent enough to handle it, Newt recruited a couple of his close friends and managed to catch the boar in less than an hour.

Sometimes, Newt couldn't believe how so many guys could be so reckless even when they've been in the Glade for so long. Pretty unacceptable in his eyes.

But alas, it was just one of those days where the Gladers were just tired, of the work and the situation that it reflected in their work. It was fine, tomorrow would be a new day and that was that.

But even Newt noticed how badly he must've looked, because he felt it. Sweaty, beaten down by the humid heat, an irritated expression on his face. He never really stayed annoyed for long, but looking like he was annoyed was better than looking like he was in pain.

Since everyone pretty much knew about Newt's leg, he was always a bit self-conscious about showing how much it really affected him all the time. The running around always put a lot of strain on his leg, it never really healing right after that night in the Maze. It was aching a considerable amount after chasing after that pig, but he was thankful it happened on a hot day, the cold only increasing the pain.

But Newt knew it would be okay, knowing he always had something at the end of the day: you.

When you came up in the Box, it was pretty much love at first sight, if there was such a thing. You were the light at the end of the tunnel, his lighthouse that he could always spot in the darkness when the ocean waves wanted to drown him most days. Sometimes he wished you were in the Glade before he made that decision to go out into the Maze, which he thought was selfish of him, but now he had something to live for other than making sure his plants didn't rot.

When the Maze doors finally closed, signaling the end of the work day, Newt carried himself to his hut that he shared with you, following the path he took so many times that it was second nature at this point. Like a moth to a flame, he gravitated to the place he knew where his home would be, waiting for him.

Newt opened the door to his hut, feeling his mood already lifting when he saw you.

"Hey!" You greeted happily, clearly you had a good day compared to Newt. You gave a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "How was your day?"

Newt only huffed in reply, not bothering to explain how hectic his day was. He walked past you and grabbed a small towel. "I'm gonna wash up."

You furrowed your brows at his bluntness, usually he was happy to vent if he had a bad day. You watched as he walked out the door again. You would've joined him, but you had already taken a shower before you got back to the hut. You smirked, as you got an idea...

Newt had a hard time standing while showering, his exhaustion almost getting the best of him. But the cold water definitely fixed his heat problem, and it helped relax him slightly. If the water were warm, he'd probably fall asleep standing up.

After washing up, Newt headed back to the hut with a more tolerable attitude. He didn't want to be in a bad mood when you two went to bed, since it was the only thing he really cared about, just a nice and comfortable end to a long day. But that it not what was waiting for him...

Newt's eyes widened and his face quickly flushed at the sight of you, naked. If he wasn't so tired, he would've pounced on you then and there. "Y/n..."

"Mhm?" You smirked, sultry walking closer to him.

Newt sighed. "Darling, as much as I'd love to, it's been a real long day-"

"I know that." You interrupted, finally closing the gap between the two of you. "That's why you won't have to do anything at all, just let me take care of you." You connected your lips, running your hands over his torso and wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling the dampness of his freshly washed hair.

Newt pulled away. "You don't have to, love." He said with a slight stutter, his cock already hardening at your roaming hands.

"You're always doing most of the work. Let me help you relax, okay?" You kissed him again, then taking his hand and leading him to your shared bed.

Newt finally surrendered himself, allowing you to have your way with him.

You gently pushed him down on the bed, kissing him passionately, then slowly lowering your kisses down. You made sure to leave a couple love bites on his neck, then trailing down his now shirtless torso, gently nipping his skin.

You looked up at Newt with a smile, placing a kiss on his V line before slowly pulling his pants off his legs. You chuckle softly when his cock quickly sprung out of his boxers, eager to be played with.

You trailed a few rough kisses up his inner thighs, taking your time until you finally got to his pretty pink shaft. You licked a stripe on the underside of his cock, smirking when you heard him let out a breathy whine. You gently grabbed the base of his cock, kitty licking his tip before taking the head into your mouth and sucking gently. "Y/n..." Newt shuddered, bucking his hips slightly.

"Shh..." You whispered, rubbing your hands over his hips. "Just relax."

You took more of his cock in your mouth, humming happily around his shaft, the vibration causing Newt to moan softly. You picked up the pace a little, bobbing your head up and down as far as you could, your hand moving with you to stimulate what your mouth couldn't. "So good, love. So good..." Newt praised.

You pleasured Newt like that for a good few minutes, his moans and sighs increasing in volume, but you decided to stop and trail more sloppy kisses up his torso until you got to his lips.

You straddled Newt, kissing him while you rubbed yourself on his dick, the stimulation you craved while going down on him finally being given to you caused you to moan breathily. "God..." You giggled.

You sat up, gently taking Newt's dick in your hand and using it to tease your entrance. You and Newt both moaned in unison as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, feeling him stretching you deliciously. "That feels so good, love, fuck..."

Newt watched you bounce up and down on his cock, your face contorted in pleasure. Seeing you feel so good from his dick made his pleasure all the more intense. He knew you said that you wanted to do all the work, but he wanted you to come too.

You moaned loudly as Newt reached down to rub fast circles on your clit, that sensation combined with his cock perfectly hitting that special spot inside of you fast-tracking your own orgasm rapidly.

Newt felt you clench tightly around him as you climaxed, focusing on your beautiful expression as he made you come. He tried to keep his eyes on you as he felt himself getting close, keeping your gaze as he felt the warm buildup. And finally, the tension broke and Newt quickly pulled out and shot his come all over his stomach, feeling himself deflate.

You leaned down to give him one more passionate kiss before plopping down on the bed beside him, a giddy grin plastered on your face. "Do you feel better now?" You asked playfully, knowing fully well what his answer would be.

"You really have to ask?" Newt chuckle, rolling onto his side to look into your eyes. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" He said softly.

You smiled. "Once or twice."

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Phew, that got me feelin' some type of way.🥵 Anyway, it is 4 a.m. and I can't stop writing...halp

Okay, so can you do a fix it fic for newt where he IS immune and makes it to the safe haven and finally confesses he’s in love with reader? He deserves a happy ending -E

I already have an imagine with a similar ask, you can find that here, but I'll make another one just because you're so sweet

Warning: Kinda made Thomas and Vince douchebags, just a tad.

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This isn't happening...

This...can't be happening...

You looked down in absolute confusion and horror at your forearm, it looked like it was...rotting.

How could this be happening? You thought you were immune. You knew that you were immune. So, why the hell were you infected? This had to be a nightmare, right?

But it wasn't, the next day you woke up and your arm was only getting worse.

Your first instinct was to keep it to yourself, suffer alone and wait until the last minute to tell your friends. But it was a late night, you couldn't sleep due to the pain you were in and the fever that started to set in, you sat outside your hut on the beach, sobbing as you watched the sun start to rise over the dark waves. You thought you were alone...

Newt found you in tears, quickly switching to panic mode and trying to figure out what was wrong. You accidently panic told him in your frantic mental state. You didn't want to die, you spent too much effort on making sure you and your friends survive to just get the virus when you were supposed to be immune.

Newt was devastated, almost as much as you were. You were the person he cared about the most, so to hear such heartbreaking news caused him to try to find a solution at any cost.

Being Thomas' best friend, he knew about the last serum he was given by Teresa in her last moments. He knew how much it meant to Thomas to keep that safe, but you were more important and he was feeling desperate.

You felt ambushed as all your friends and Vince came up to you, immediately asking you multiple all at once, causing a sensory overload that made you crave an escape. "Guys, enough!" Newt shouted, silencing everybody. "You aren't helping." You gave him a grateful smile.

Vince sighed disapprovingly. "How long has this been going on? When did you first notice your symptoms?" He asked, as delicately as possible.

"A couple days ago..." You answered timidly, impulsively reaching for your infected arm.

"We still have time to save them, then." Newt voiced, causing Vince to furrow his brows.

"Son, there's nothing we can do now...I'm sorry."

"No. No, Tommy has a cure."

"Newt!" Thomas scolded, but it was too late. Everyone in the room looked to him in confusion. "I...uh..."

"Is that true?" You asked, suddenly feeling a spark of hope.

Thomas frowned, running his hands over his face in frustration. He shook his head slightly as he grabbed the lone blue vial from his pocket, displaying it in his palm for everyone to see.

"You had that all this time and you didn't say anything?" Vince asked.

"Teresa gave it to me...I wanted to protect it."

"Well, now we have a reason to use it. Give it here-" Newt walked up to Thomas and reached for the vial, but he pulled away quickly. "What are you doing? Y/n needs that."

"It's...it's the only one in the world..." Thomas muttered, guiltily looking at you.

You realized then. You weren't getting the cure. It was all Thomas had left of Teresa, and it was the only one in existence. "And you don't want to waste it on me..." You smiled bitterly.

"No!" Thomas quickly replied. "That's not it at all! It's just, what if we can replicate it? What if we can make more?"

"Tommy, Y/n doesn't have time like that. You wouldn't even know where to start, much less know what to do to make more. We can save Y/n, right now." Newt ranted.

"But what about everyone around the world that's not immune? We just let them die when we can do something about it?"

"Guys..." You called out weakly and sighed. "It's okay...if you can use it to save thousands of people...don't waste it on me."

Newt frowned angrily. "No." He looked to Vince, only to see another guilty expression. "You agree with Thomas?"

"I never said that...I do think we need to talk more about it."

"What's there to talk about?" Newt raised his voice. "Y/n's infected! And we have something that can save them! This should be a no brainer!"

You put a hand on Newt's shoulder, trying to calm him. "It's okay, Newt."

Newt shook his head, turning around and storming out of the area.

You felt Thomas' eyes on you, he looked like a kicked puppy. "I get it, Thomas..." You sighed reluctantly. "Teresa's cure is...important." Thomas didn't reply, in fear of making things worse. "I should go find Newt..." You said, mostly to yourself, not speaking another word to either of those guys.

You found Newt red in the face, his brows knitted together, and his hands balled up into tight fists. "I can't believe this..." He started. "He should've given you the cure as soon as I told him."

"Newt," You sighed, "it...it's okay."

Newt looked to you confoundedly. "What? No, no, it's not! If you don't get that cure, you'll die!"

You couldn't help the tremble in your bottom lip, the thought of succumbing to the virus scaring the hell out of you. "What if Thomas can make more, though? Just imagine how many people would be saved."

"I don't care about other people, I care about you, right now."

You weren't sure if your face was heating up due to your oncoming fever, or if you were just blushing. Still, you gave Newt a sad smile. You didn't know what to say. A small part of you had already accepted your fate, and you wanted to comfort Newt, but you knew telling him to accept it along with you wouldn't help. So, you said nothing else.

You left that conversation at a tense moment, but you had nothing else to say that would help anything. The night passed along agonizingly slow, your fever only intensifying, making you toss and turn unable to get to sleep. But you weren't the only person who couldn't sleep.

Newt felt rage like he never had before. He couldn't understand why Thomas would keep the cure from you. He couldn't take no for an answer, no way.

Thomas jumped when Newt stormed into his hut, grabbing him by his shirt collar and shoving him up against the wall. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Newt yelled angrily.

Thomas put his hands up in surrender. "Newt," He stuttered, "you don't understand-"

"No. No, I don't understand. Y/n's your friend too, why aren't you helping them?!"

"I do want to help them! I do!" Thomas pushed Newt away, quickly running his hands through his hand in frustration. "It's just...Vince and I really think we can replicate the serum. He managed to save Mary's research, and now that we know my blood is the secret ingredient, we can make more."

Newt sighed. "Tommy...Y/n doesn't have time. They need it...now."

Thomas shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Newt...but I can't do that. The survival of the human race depends on that one serum."

Newt didn't say anything, he didn't even really feel anything. He silently walked out of Thomas' hut, going back to yours to check up on you. Maybe seeing you would keep him from burning the Safe Haven to the ground, that wasn't the case however.

You were asleep when Newt came in, but it was less than a peaceful sight.

You were breathing rapidly, sweat drenching your clothes and the bed beneath you, black and purple veins like vines wrapping up and around your arm, stopping just below your neck. You were getting worse, and fast.

Fuck this.

Newt went back to Thomas' hut, waiting until he knew he was asleep, then he searched as silently as possible for that damn serum. It only took a few minutes to find what he was looking for. Thankfully, Thomas didn't wake up despite not being the heaviest sleeper.

Newt all but sprinted back to your hut, clutching the cure that would save you close to his chest, ignoring all the pain that shot up his leg.

You were awake by the time he arrived, the fever getting almost unbearable. When Newt came running back into your hut, you immediately noticed the bright blue vial of liquid in his hand. "Newt...?" You voiced weakly, your throat feeling like you hadn't had water in a century.

"You were supposed to still be asleep..." He mumbled, taking a seat beside you.

"Newt, I already told you. It's okay, you shouldn't waste the cure on me."

Newt shook his head. "No, I don't accept that."

"Did Thomas give you the serum?" You had your answer when Newt didn't reply, avoiding your gaze. "Newt, go give it back." You tried to scold, but that only made Newt stare at you in bewilderment.

"Do you want to shucking die?!"

"No...no, of course not." You sighed. "But this isn't right, you know that."

"I don't care."

"Newt, no!" Newt didn't give you a choice, he held down your arm and injected the serum into your bloodstream.

You felt the effects almost instantly. It was like walking out of an oven and into the fresh air, your whole body covered in goosebumps as your fever finally broke. Your arm felt alive again, it didn't feel dead and numb, you could almost move your fingers without feeling excruciating pain. You didn't even realize you passed out until you woke up the next morning, seeing Newt asleep in the chair next to your bed.

From the look of it, Newt didn't seem to leave your side all night. And your assumption was right for the most part.

After giving you the cure, Thomas rushed into your hut exasperated. "It's too late, Tommy."

"Newt..."

"I had to. I couldn't let them die."

Thomas was upset, but he wasn't angry at Newt. You were his friend too, of course he didn't want you to die. In his heart, he was really happy you were cured, but the loss of the only serum weighed heavy on his soul that he couldn't focus on anything else. He just decided to not talk to Newt, or anyone else, until he got his emotions under control. He'd apologize to you, eventually.

You felt a hell of a lot better, you felt energetic for the first time in months. You felt guilty, guilty that you were happy that Newt got you the cure in time. You didn't know how you could face everyone, but that was your future self's problem.

The soft groan that escaped your lips as you tried to sit up woke Newt, quickly helping you. "Hey..." He started softly. "You look so much better. How do you feel?"

"Like there's coolant running through my veins." You joked, but soon frowned.

"What?"

"What happened, with Thomas?"

Newt shrugged weakly. "Not as pissed off as I thought he'd be, if I'm being honest."

You sighed. "I can't even imagine how he must be feeling right now."

"Why are you so worried about him? You should be worrying about yourself."

"I don't have to anymore, since you stole the serum for me."

"And what was I supposed to do, huh? Let you turn into a Crank, let you die?" Newt raised his voice, but quickly calmed himself when he saw you flinch. "Sorry..."

After a long pause, you spoke up timidly. "I just don't understand...why did you do this for me?"

Newt chuckled. "You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

Newt blushed. "I couldn't let you die...because I'm in love with you, slinthead." Now it was your turn to blush, and blush you did. "Did your fever come back?" Newt asked, genuinely concerned.

You giggled, trying to hide your blushing face. "I'm fine. I guess I wasn't expecting that response."

Newt smiled softly. "Well, it's true...I love you. And if you don't feel the same way, that's okay. I just needed you to know that. I'll let you rest now."

Newt stood up to leave, but you quickly grabbed his wrist. "Wait! Don't go..." He sat back down beside you, interlacing his fingers with yours. "You saved my life."

"I shouldn't have waited as long as I did to get that serum for you."

You gave his hand a squeeze. "Please, you didn't have to do that for me, but you did. Don't regret anything."

Newt glanced at your lips, then back to your loving gaze. "No regrets..." He gently grabbed hold of your face, leaning forwards and planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

You didn't know if the aftereffects of the virus was still causing you to not make sense of the world around you, but you couldn't sworn his lips tasted like strawberries. Even if they did, the warmth of his soft skin relaxed you, making you feel safe. You hadn't felt this safe in your life, not even your mother's hold made you feel so invincible.

A single tear ran down your face, the feeling of love overwhelming your senses so much that it had to escape through your tear ducts.

Maybe it was because Newt saved your life, you had heard once that it was common to fall in love with someone who saved your life, but you quickly dismissed that thought.

Even before you got infected, before Newt saved your life, you realized that you always had feelings for him. During your time in the Glade, during the Scorch, during everything you endured together, you had fallen in love with him. Him saving your life only strengthened that feeling tenfold.

You were alive, finally healthy. You could spend the rest of your life, however long it would be, knowing that you were safe from the virus.

You were safe with the love of your life, until the end of your days.

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My apologizes for the excessive angst 😂

Can I request the nsfw alphabet for newt when you can? Thank you angel!!!

Oooo, I've never done one of these before! I am excite

NSFW WARNING (below the cut)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Newt is very caring after sex, making sure you were okay, if you needed anything, etc. He'd give you soft, tired kisses all over your face and playing with your hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Newt doesn't really have a part of his body that he especially likes, but if he had to choose, it would probably be his hands. His hands are important when it comes to working in the gardens, and he also loves that his hands can make you turn into putty with just simple touches.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When it comes to...well, cum, he really only likes cumming inside you, but he doesn't mind finishing on your stomach or chest. If you're sucking him off, he will absolutely want to see you swallowing his release.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He jerked off to the thought of you multiple times before you got together, but it wasn't that much of secret to you as it was to everyone else.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced at all, but he's a quick learner😉

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This boy loves missionary. He always wants to be looking at you, staring into your eyes and holding your hands or caressing your face. He likes cowgirl too if he's feeling a bit tired. Any position where he can see your face he'd probably be fine with.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Newt can be especially goofy, he might giggle at certain bodily noises, but more often he just giggles cause he's so happy to be so close to you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Don't really know or think W.C.K.D. would send razors and shaving cream up in the monthly Box deliveries. But if they did, I could see him sporting a neat landing strip.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

This dude can be so fuckin' romantic, whispering how much he loves you and how he wishes the moment could go on forever. All that sappy shit.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Well, since he has you, he doesn't jerk off too much. But if he were to be in a desperate need and you weren't in the mood, he'd relieve himself while thinking of you. Nothing beats your orifices though

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I can definitely see him having a praise kink. He'd also be down with pegging, as long as it was missionary. He wouldn't really be into anything sadomasochistic stuff, he really doesn't like the idea of hurting you in any way. Though, he does like teasing you from time to time. With some encouragement, he might even slap your ass a few times if you asked.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Privacy is his #1 concern, especially in the Glade. He'd be hesitant to have sex outside, even as far away as the Deadheads. He wouldn't find it exciting, more stressful than anything. He hates the idea if someone actually caught you, if they saw your naked body at all. Nope, he'll stick to fucking behind closed (and locked) doors.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

For a male, he doesn't really have a lot of things that get the gears turning. Most of the time, it's you who would initiate the sexy times. Seeing you naked would definitely be a turn on, obviously. Jealousy would be a big motivator, though he doesn't get that jealous often, as you have his complete trust and confidence.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

BDSM, anything that would hurt you, especially degradation is just not something he'd be willing to do. Public sex and threesomes is a big no-no as well. He wants you all to himself😊

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as he loves a good blowjob, he loves going down on you more. He loves the way he can make you come apart with his mouth. Sometimes, it can get exhausting with how much he wants to give, but it was hard to complain when he made you feel so damn good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Newt likes to take his time, loves foreplay a bit too much. He prefers taking things nice and easy, but he'll happily oblige you if you want it a bit more faster paced.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's down, still prefers to take his time. His only concern is that you may not finish if it's just a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said, he doesn't really enjoy risks. He's down for trying new positions and all, but no kink that's really extreme.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could probably go a couple rounds, 30-40 mins each (that includes foreplay).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't think toys would be easy to come by in the apocalypse. But if vibrators are still a thing then, yes, he's absolutely use some on you. He'd let you try them on him too, but he'd prefer it the other way around.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most pleasure he gets from sex is when he makes you feel good, that's his priority. Though, if he knew you liked getting teased and if you told him being teased makes your orgasms stronger, he'd become an annoying bastard just for you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can get pretty vocal when he's fucking you, mostly soft moans and praises telling you how good you feel. If you're pegging him, he can get really loud, but you wouldn't mind when he sounds so beautiful.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's pretty average, about 5 to 6 inches. He has a somewhat slender shaft, but he has a nice curvature that would hit all the right spots😉

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not too high, but as long as he's not exhausted, he'd gladly have sex any time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on the time of day or night after doing the deed, but he doesn't really get the urge to sleep immediately afterwards. He'll feel tired, but he'd have better chances of falling asleep right after if you did too.

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That was fun! These were all personal opinions of mine, so don't worry if these weren't the answers you were hoping for. Thanks for the ask regardless. I'm a thirsty bitch right now

Omg I have an angsty request that I’m sure is going to rip my heart out and light it on fire. It’s a super long and specific request so sorry if I get carried away:

Okay so reader had an unspoken thing in the glade with Gally but then he “died” so over the course of the events of scorch trials she got closer with newt and they start their own unspoken thing. But then in the death cure, newt (realizing he has the flare) starts encouraging her to reconcile with gally because he knows that he’s gonna die and gally will take care of her? But she’s confused on who she loves but kinda clings to what she has with newt because he needs her. And she’s just heart b r o k e n over newt dying but gally helps put her pieces back together in the safe haven and eventually they have their fluffy first time together?

Thanks!

*Fanfare* *Triumphant Music* I finally finished this one! Sorry it took a while, I really wanted this to be perfect. But I think I'm quite happy with how this one turned out! I hope you like it too, sweet Anon. Btw, I know you wanted smut, but I just didn't think it would fit with this one. Sorry, maybe on the next one!

Over 5.2k words, so strap in for a long one y'all

Possible Trigger Warning: Self Harm

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During your time in the Glade, you were practically attached at the hip with Gally.

He was your best friend, your first go to whenever you had any issues, and you were the same to him.

After his supposed death, you felt a void in your soul. You took on a nihilistic attitude, nothing in life making sense anymore. You didn't care about what happened to you or around you, you wished you had died with Gally, the idea of it being welcomed with open arms.

The thought of dying brought no anxiety, no dread. Even the thought of dying painfully didn't scare you, you wanted it. Everyday you thought about that spear going through Gally's chest, wanting to feel what he must've felt. You wanted to feel the same pain and fear, you wanted to feel like you were dying too.

No rational side of you could explain why you felt this way. Perhaps, if you felt the same pain he felt, maybe it would give some sort of closure. Maybe it would make you feel like you were still close to him, even in death.

It wasn't too long before you decided to act on those feelings. You had been only a knife to your chest, right where your heart was, hyping yourself up to push the blade into your skin.

You didn't want to kill yourself, no. You wanted your death to be natural, not forced. You'd suffer your own existence until your time eventually came like it did for everyone else. But Newt didn't know this when he happened upon you that night, just a couple centimeters of a blade shredding its way into your skin.

Newt panicked, immediately stopping your from hurting yourself, his heart racing at the thought of being too late. But thankfully, he wasn't.

You tried to seem somewhat normal, but the laughter bubbling from your chest couldn't be withheld, making Newt fear that you had lost your mind. He wasn't too far off...

He knew how much Gally's death impacted you, he knew you were in pain every second of every day, but he never thought you'd go so far as hurting yourself. He just silently patched you up, fearing anything he would say from a good place would only upset you further.

Eventually, you explained why you had done what you did. It obviously didn't sit right with Newt. He wasn't particularly close with Gally back in the Glade, but he knew well enough that he wouldn't want you to be living with this mindset.

After a while in the Scorch, you stuck by Newt the most and you started to get better. You felt so empty after Gally's death, leaving a hole in your heart. Newt helped lead you out of that void, trying his best to fit that empty space. But you knew nobody could replace Gally, not even Newt. You knew that space could never be filled, but just seeing Newt try to be that person for you, it was too endearing not to pull at what heartstrings you had left.

Then the complications happened, so much time spent believing that Gally was dead came crashing down as he stood in front of you all, very much not dead.

You thought it had to be a dream, could he really be here?

It was strange. You thought you'd run to him, leap into his arms and kiss all over his face, but you didn't. You stood next to your friends awkwardly as he took off his gas mask. To think you'd be more outwardly happy that someone you cared about was still alive. But you couldn't help the guilt that you felt when Gally said that they left him to die. Sure, it might've not been specifically directed to you, but you felt the sharp sting of his words resonate through you. It almost felt like a strong invisible force hit your funny bone, the volt of uncomfortable aching pain spreading throughout your entire body and leaving you in a breathless agony.

For Gally, he was overjoyed to see you alive and well. He so badly wanted to go to you, feel you in his arms again. But he knew he couldn't, how could he after how he treated everyone back in the Glade?

He didn't remember a lot, but he knew he killed Chuck. The blurry memories of that day, he saw it every night in his dreams. He remembered the sound of the gunshot, the sudden pain in his chest and not being able to breathe. He saw Chuck laying beside him, his expressionless eyes trained on the ceiling, unmoving. His chest wasn't rising and falling like it should've been, blood seeping through his layers of clothing. The most purest soul Gally ever met was dead, and it was his fault.

Gally couldn't even bring himself to look in your direction, he was too disgusted with himself.

Thomas punching Gally wasn't a big shock, he knew he deserved it. But Newt quickly came to his rescue, stopping Thomas from acting out irrationally. But a part of Gally didn't want the Greenie to be stopped. Being punched wasn't something he enjoyed, but Gally would willingly endure whatever punishment that would be inflicted and he'd accept that he deserved it. But nothing he could do or say would bring Chuck back...

When Gally did finally force himself to look at you, he wish he hadn't. You looked indifferent, which never happened with you. He instantly thought that you hated him as much as Thomas did, but then again, he deserved it.

It was really tough for Gally to keep a conversation with everyone while he took them to see Lawrence, especially when he noticed how close you stuck by Newt. But, he supposed it was only natural to find another person to be close to when you've lost someone else, he still couldn't help the feeling of jealousy that bubbled up in his chest. He hated how good you and Newt looked together, you seemed...happy.

At the moment, you weren't even close to happy; you were confused, and angry.

It sounded terrible, but a part of you was angry that Gally was actually still alive. You had to go through the mourning process, and you hadn't even finished it and now all of a sudden, he was alive all this time. It put your emotions on haywire, the most you felt was confusion, and if someone would've told you what you were experiencing was some sort of a twisted dream, you would believe them. But your feet were too sore and sunburn too irritating for this all to be a dream.

You sensed Newt's eyes trained on you, you knew he was probably worried, but you couldn't decide what for. Was he worried that you'd go back to Gally? Was he worried you'd replace him now that he was still alive? Knowing Newt, he probably just wanted to talk to you, but even then, you would have no idea what to say. What do people feel or say in situations like this? You were certain not everyone has to go through the loss of a loved one just to find out that they weren't gone, right?

It was late, and you were exhausted, as was everyone else; but you stayed awake, attempting to sleep only causing you to toss and turn, and eventually giving up. But someone else was awake, you were shocked to see that it was Newt. "What're doing awake?" He asked, taking a seat next to you.

"Could ask you the same thing." You replied, only getting a look from Newt in response. "Couldn't sleep." You sighed, caving in to his concerned expression.

"I know it's not my place," Newt started, wringing his hands together nervously, "but, you haven't said a word to Gally." You knew he was going to bring that up, you had that feeling as soon as he saw you were still awake. "I know it was a shock, to all of us. But I thought it'd effect you the most, to be quite honest. You two were pretty close..."

You shrugged weakly, shaking your head. "I don't know what to tell you. Was I supposed to react a certain way? Was I supposed to drop to my knees and burst into tears or something?"

Newt grimaced. "No...of course you're not supposed to act a certain way. It's just a bit strange to me that you haven't tried to speak to him at all."

"I don't even know what I'd say to him." You chuckled bitterly.

"I know you and Gally had something, something special. That sort of thing doesn't just go away. You were absolutely gutted after what happened, this is a chance to reconnect. You care about him, a lot."

"Hey, that doesn't change the way I feel about you. I care about you a lot too."

Newt smiled weakly. "I know, but I really think you should go and talk to him."

You could tell he was being sincere, but you couldn't understand why. You two had grown close over the past several months, so why would he want you to reconnect with someone you used to be even closer with? You weren't really given the time to think over it more before Newt was quickly encouraging you to speak with Gally, telling you where his room was, somehow knowing this conversation would happen and finding out beforehand.

Just a few moments later, you found yourself outside of Gally's door, fist extended out to hover over the worn wood, but you couldn't bring yourself to knock. Thinking back to how hard you tried to avoid Gally when he came back, what if he thought you hated him? What if he didn't want to talk to you?

But before you could chicken out, you forced yourself to knock on Gally's door without thinking, soon hearing the thud of footsteps nearing. With bated breath, you waited for the door to open, anxiety gripping your mind so intensely that it almost triggered your fight or flight response. But Gally's almost hopeful and shocked expression when he saw you waiting relaxed you a little bit. "...hi." Gally voiced, the nervous and confused tone to his voice not going unnoticed by you.

"Hi." You replied, your voice probably just as shaky and nervous as his.

"Uh, come in." He said quickly, moving out of the doorframe, his hands slightly shaking when he motioned you to enter his room.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, so fast and hard that you were worried Gally would be able to hear it. Your hands were shaking, as well as your legs as you walked into his room, it was a miracle you didn't collapse right then and there. You tried not to jump as you heard the click of his door closing, you tried to take deep calming breaths before Gally turned to face you, the two of you almost on complete opposite sides of the room just standing awkwardly.

You stared at Gally, your gaze running up and down his body but ultimately stopping to stare at his chest. Tears quickly came to your eyes as you saw how healthy he looked, like a spear wasn't embedded in his chest months ago. You couldn't stop the flow of whimpers that came from your throat, putting your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment. You felt your face start to burn as you felt Gally's arms wrap around you as soon as you started to cry, but his warmth comforting you only caused you to let out more tears.

You never thought you'd be in his arms again.

Gally stood there silently, holding you and just trying to soothe you as best he could. In the back of his mind, he was astonished that you even let him come near you, you had avoided him altogether up until this moment. But the whimpers he heard coming from you, seeing the tears spilling from your eyes, he instinctively went to hug you. He also couldn't ignore the guilt he felt, thinking that you were crying because of him. He hated it. But you hugged him back tightly, burying your face in his chest and trying to stifle your sobs.

"You're here..." You cried softly, "you're really here..."

Gally's lip trembled, tears of his own brimming his eyes at how much pain you must've been in thinking he was dead all this time, your voice giving away your feelings. He exhaled shakily, "I am here." He placed a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm here."

For a few minutes, you and Gally just held each other silently. You both needed this, understanding how badly you missed one another. Soon, you were able to calm yourself, but you still didn't pull away. Gally only pulled away slightly so he could see your face, frowning when he saw your eyes were puffy and tearstained. "I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You furrowed your brows, shaking your head. "What happened wasn't your fault, Gally." You said genuinely. No matter how much pain and anger you felt about what happened to Chuck, you never once blamed him. You knew W.C.K.D. killed him, and every other Glader who died. But Gally's frown told you everything you needed to know; he still blamed himself.

"I should've gone with you." He whispered, resting his forehead against yours. "How can you even stand the sight of me?"

"Because I know you never would've killed anyone if you weren't stung, especially Chuck."

Hearing Chuck's name out loud made tears brim Gally's eyes once more, tightening his fists in anger at himself. "Chuck deserved so much better...he wasn't supposed to die..." He cried, causing you to pull him back into your embrace, rubbing his back while trying to not to cry again.

"None of us deserved to get experimented on."

Eventually, you lead Gally to sit next to you on his bed, holding his hand. It felt so right to be sitting there with Gally, you missed him so much that you despised ever feeling even the slightest bit of anger when you first saw that Gally was alive. But one emotion did not go away, you still felt confused.

While sitting there with Gally, you couldn't help but think about Newt. He was so adamant about you reconciling with Gally, was he hoping that something would happen between you two? You truly cared a lot about Newt, and you knew he felt the same way, so you couldn't understand why he was acting this way.

You sighed softly when you started to feel sleepy, standing up slowly. "I should probably head back."

Gally quickly stood up with you. "Uh, you could stay here if you want?" He stammered, causing you to smile a little.

"That's okay. I already had a sleeping bag set up for me downstairs, so..."

Gally tried to hide his disappointed frown, choosing to walk up to you until you two were face to face. Maybe it was too soon, but ever since he saw you, Gally had the strongest urge to place his lips on yours. He missed your soft lips that he only had the privilege of feeling a few times back in the Glade before everything happened. He gently grabbed hold of your jaw, tilting your face up and leaning forward slowly.

You wanted him, you wanted him so bad. But before his lips could connect, Newt's face popped up in your mind and you couldn't, you forced yourself to turn away.

You tried not to look at Gally's face, knowing that he'd probably look like a kicked puppy. You couldn't, it would be too painful. "It's Newt." Gally frowned, taking a step back.

Your eyes widened, finally taking a glance over to him to indeed see that his expression was one of disappointment and sadness. "I never said-"

"You didn't have to." Gally interrupted. "I see the way you look at him...it's how you used to look at me." You stayed silent, a feeling of guilt washing over you. "I don't blame you, Y/n, for finding someone else. I'd never expect you to grieve over me forever, that's too selfish."

Hearing this, you had a terrifying thought that you needed to voice out loud. "Did you ever find someone else?" You asked nervously, afraid of his answer.

"No..." He smiled weakly, "No one that could ever compare to you."

You hated that you felt relieved, you were the one who seemed to be selfish. But, you couldn't just drop what you had with Newt now that Gally's still alive. You couldn't say anything else, what could you say to that?

"You should get some sleep." Gally said, opening his door and motioning you to get out.

"Gally..." You whispered.

"Please. Just...we have a busy day tomorrow."

You sighed. You couldn't argue with him.

Newt watched you walk back downstairs, getting into your sleeping bag with a very prominent frown. Doesn't seem like it went well, he thought. He felt relieved and frustrated at the same time. Newt really cared for you, he could even go as far as saying he loved you, but he needed you and Gally to get back together, or become friends again at least.

It wasn't too long ago that Newt found out he had the Flare. He saw the black and purple veins slowly travelling up his arm, and the pain, the pain was the worst part. You had already gotten close to him, so he was heartbroken to know that you'd just lose another person you cared for. After Gally, he knew you wouldn't be able to handle another loss. So when Gally showed up out of the blue, it was like a miracle, Newt's prayers had been answered.

Newt felt jealousy, of course, he wanted to stay with you. He didn't want Gally to take you from him, but what use would he be when he was dead or a Crank? He tried not to be angry with you, it wasn't your fault how you were feeling, but he needed to know you'd be okay when he was gone.

Newt did try talking to you about it, but you always changed the subject or simply didn't answer him. Before you all knew it, it was time to start planning Minho's rescue mission. Thomas didn't want to use Teresa, and hearing that only made Newt's anger bubble to the surface.

It wasn't like Newt to lash out like that, he was always so calm and relaxed. Maybe the stress finally got to him, maybe it was something else...

You immediately followed after Newt when he stormed out after yelling at Thomas, not knowing that Gally's sad eyes were following you. You couldn't think of anything else, you just had to know that Newt was okay.

You found Newt on the roof, sitting on the ledge. "Newt?" You asked, concerned. "Are you okay...?" You stepped closer captiously, finally taking a seat next to him.

Newt only smiled bitterly. "No...no, not really."

You sighed, looking out to the horizon, trying to find the right words to say. "We all thought Teresa was our friend...it's okay to be angry."

Newt shook his head. "It's not that."

You furrowed your brows. "Then, why did you lash out at Thomas?"

Newt bit his lip to keep it from trembling. He never wanted you to find out this way. He didn't even want you to know. But after that scene he made, he knew there was no point in hiding it anymore.

Tears came to your eyes as Newt lifted up his jacket sleeve, revealing his discolored arm. You knew what it was immediately, seeing it on every Crank you came across. "No..." You whispered. "No."

"I know I probably shouldn't have kept it from you, but I was scared. I still am."

"We'll fix it!" You quickly said, it sounding more like a plead. "We'll find another cure!"

Newt only gave you a weak smile. "I don't think that's a possibility right now, love. Besides, Minho needs us."

"No, you're not allowed to give up like that, Newt. We'll find something to help you. If Brenda was cured, so can you. Teresa might-"

"Please, Y/n." Newt voiced sharply. "Please...just stop. I don't need false hope."

Before you could say anything else, you heard the roof access door open, Thomas walking up to the two of you. "Y/n, can I, uh, talk to Newt? Alone?"

You looked to Newt, who nodded, signaling for you to leave. You stood up, speed walking inside and down the stairs. The tears kept falling, blurring your vision, and you had no idea what to do. Newt was dying, and there was nothing that you could do about it, and it didn't seem like he was too eager to try and find a cure. You hoped Thomas could talk some sense into him. But in that moment, your feet subconsciously took you to Gally's little apartment. You stood in front of the door in tears, wishing that you didn't feel the urge to find comfort in him when Newt was sick. But, you knocked on the door, quickly placing yourself in Gally's arms as soon as he was in front of you.

Gally didn't know what was wrong, he barely got a good look at your face before you threw yourself at him. But the way you were shaking and whimpering, he knew you were crying, and he didn't have the heart to pull away from you. He walked backwards and shut his door, leading you to sit down on his bed with him. He just held you as you cried, leaning his head down on top of yours until you calmed down. He finally spoke when your cries were just quiet sniffles. "What happened?"

You exhaled a shaky breath, lifting your head to look at Gally. "Newt has the Flare..."

"W-What...?" Had Gally heard that right? Could his mind be playing tricks on him? He just assumed everyone that was in the Glade was immune, that's why they were there, right? But you repeated what you had said, confirming what Gally thought he heard. "I...I'm so sorry..." That's all Gally could say. He wasn't very well spoken in these types of situations, all he could do was bring you back into another hug.

You finally understood why Newt was pushing you to get close to Gally again; he wanted you to be close to someone when he died.

Yet another situation that had you confused. You knew you loved Gally, you always had, he was your best friend. But now you had Newt, he helped you through everything while in the Scorch, helped you try to overcome your grieve and probably saved your life multiple times. How could you possibly make a decision like this?

You and Gally never put a label on what you had in the Glade, and nobody asked either, not even Alby. You both just knew that you cared for one another, that you'd do anything for the other. But as time went on, you felt guilty knowing what you'd ultimately choose. It was always going to be a lose lose for you.

Newt needed you, and you couldn't leave him when he needed you the most.

Gally, deep down, knew what your decision was going to be. You had a big heart. You never would leave anyone behind, even if they were infected. Back in the Glade, Gally wouldn't have hesitated in sacrificing the few to save the many, but you were never like that. You cared about everyone, especially the people who were closest to you. You never were going to give up on Newt, you couldn't now. You would spend as much time with him as possible, what little time he might've had left. And you did, until he took his final breath.

You felt like you were a glass vase that had been shattered, and every time you tried to pick up the pieces, the glass would just cut deeper and deeper into your skin. It felt like life didn't want you to be put back together. Nothing felt real. Everything that happened in the Last City felt like a fever dream. You hoped that one day you'd wake up and you'd be back in the Glade, everyone was still alive. Maybe if you could go back in time, maybe you could save everyone, maybe you could've convinced Gally to listen to Thomas, maybe you could've held off Newt a bit longer in time for Brenda to give him the cure.

A lot of maybe's, a lot of hopes and prayers, never answered.

Now in the Safe Haven, you felt anything but safe.

You didn't talk to anyone for awhile, not even Gally. You had nothing to say, and you were afraid of breaking down in front of everyone. So, you isolated yourself. And then a couple weeks later, you finally felt everything bubble to the surface.

Sitting down somewhere along the coastline, not too close to the water, but close enough that you could feel the salty breeze of the waves hit you gently as the evening cooled when the sun started to go set.

You tucked yourself up into a ball, your knees as close as you could get them to your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around them. And, you cried. And cried. And cried. And cried. The ugly kind of crying. Your tears weren't coming out one eye at a time in a perfectly straight line down your face like in the movies, you weren't making quiet sniffles or whimpers, you were full on sobbing. Tears came out of your eyes so fast that you could barely make out the sun on the horizon, your shirt sleeves were most definitely covered in snot and whatever salty tears it had the chance to catch. Your throat felt like it was being torn apart by how intense your sobs were. The sobs sounded more like you were having a coughing fit, one of those phlegmy hacking coughs that made you feel like you were going to vomit.

You knew you most likely weren't far enough away from the camp to quiet your weeping, and you knew you were just embarrassing yourself, arranging for yourself to be completely humiliated the next morning when you had to face everybody. But in the moment, you couldn't care less. You loss someone so important to you, it felt like losing Gally all over again. But you knew this time, it was final. No surprise resurrections this time. You felt completely, and utterly, alone.

But you never were.

You felt so dissociated and detached from yourself, the wails of grief too much for your body to handle. You couldn't feel anything around you, not the warmth of the sand, not the slight chill breeze, not even Gally's arms wrapped around you tightly. You didn't realize until you passed out from exhaustion, waking up the next morning in a bed that wasn't yours, and a hut that wasn't yours.

Your vision was still a little bit blurry, all the tears from the night previous crusting to the creases around your eyes, making it a bit of a challenge opening them all the way. But, your other sense were intact enough to tell you that bacon and eggs were next to you on a bedside table. You hadn't eaten the day before, so it was mostly a primal reaction to quickly take the plate and gobble up the food.

You still had to rely on context clues to figure out where you were in the camp. As much as your eyes irritated you, they could now finally work once you were wide awake. You probably should've known immediately who's hut it was, but seeing that familiar grey knitted hoodie settled ungracefully over the backrest of a chair, you knew it was Gally's.

You blushed quickly after that realization. How did he know where you were, and how much did he see? The thought of him seeing you in such a state made you cringe. But what was more horrifying was that Gally was right outside the room, waiting for you to wake up. "Hey..." He voiced, his eyebrows knitted in concern, eyes full of sadness.

You had to look away, the heat rushing to your face making you feel like you were going to pass out again. "Hi." You croaked, your vocal cords still sore and raw.

Gally shifted his weight nervously, taking a step closer to you. "I'm sorry, for bringing you here...I was afraid you were going to hurt yourself." You snapped you gaze back to him in confusion, him quickly blushing, scratching the back of his head. "Uh, Newt told me about what you did to yourself after...after the Maze."

You self-consciously rubbed the spot on your chest where a big scar still remained. "I wasn't trying to...you know, kill myself or anything."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you." He said softly, taking a seat on the bed next to you.

You sighed, crossing your arms. "I just...I didn't know what I was thinking."

Gally gently grabbed ahold of your hand, making you uncross your arms, letting his warm hand take yours. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. Newt should be here with the rest of us. He was a good person."

You nodded as tears came to your eyes again, burning enough to make you whimper, and you leaned your head against Gally's shoulder. "I miss him so much." You cried.

Eventually, you and Gally became close again. He was always there for you. Whenever you had nightmares, whenever you were lonely, whenever you needed anything, Gally would always be there. You started to feel your relationship had almost gotten back to the point where it was in the Glade, it had been almost a year, but you still felt it was too early to be moving on. A part of you didn't want to move on, but you knew that's not what Newt wanted either.

You didn't read the note Newt wrote to you when Thomas first gave it to you. The grief was still too near, and you didn't know if you could handle it. But a couple months after your breakdown, you finally read it. Newt loved you, he had always loved you. And he wanted you to be happy, he didn't want you to be sad that he was gone, even though he knew it would be impossible. But he knew you would be okay, he knew Gally would protect you no matter what. Reading his note was part of the reason you knew it would be okay to be with Gally, it just took you some time.

One day, you and Gally were taking a break from working, just sitting near the forest tree line, and you did it; you kissed him, and you couldn't stop, you didn't want to stop. And you didn't, and neither did Gally.

After that, it was almost impossible to spend any time away from each other.

You never thought you'd smile again, but Gally always found a way. He made you so happy, and it made you cry one night when you finally realized that you were happy, and you knew somewhere out there, it made Newt happy.

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Cries in Español

He was only 17

Cigarette daydream You were only seventeen Soft speak with a mean streak Nearly brought me to my knees. -Cage the Elephant

Summary: Yn tried to save Newt, but she wasent fast enough.

Warnings: Newt dies all over again.

This wasent meant to be part of the plan. Yn wasent supposed to be in the plane without Thomas, Newt and Minho. They were supposed to be there already.

The teenage girl sat inside the plane biting her thumb, a custom she had taken from Newt, worried for the boys.

The city was on fire and the plane was full of children. Thankfully Jorge and Vincent where there or Yn would have already been in the city looking for the missing gladers with Brenda at her side.

She had in her hand a vial of the cure for newt and with every minute that passed she grew more worried.

"Yn it's going to be alright they're going to get here" Brenda said trying to calm her down, but Yn could see that she was just as worried as she was.

"Yeah but are they going to get here in time?" Yn muttered and Brenda just gave her a gentle squeeze in her shoulder.

Yn was a handful of nerves waiting for her boys to come back. She needed to give Newt the cure. She needed him alive with her. Yn loved Newt more than she loved life itself and if anything happened to her boy, she wouldn't know what to do.

Out of nowhere two bodies seemed to run toward the plane and Brenda instantly had her hand on her gun, ready to fire if they were cranks, but to Yn's relief it was minho and Gally that came running toward them.

When yn saw that neither Thomas or newt were with them she let out a shaky breath and ran to meet them.

"What's wrong? Were are Thomas and Newt?" Yn asked minho as she put her hand in his arm. As a form of greeting.

"Hurry, get the cure we need to get it to newt, they're waiting for us" Gally answered before Minho could say anything.

Yn didnt waste time and ushered Gally to lead her toward Newt. Brenda closely behind her as well as minho who Yn felt sure was weak because of everything W.C.K.D had done to him. But right now she couldn't really worry about anyone else other than Newt.

She willed her body to go faster as she ran through the last city. They ran between cranks that had not yet past the gone but where just as mad as if they had. Yn felt the heat of the fire surrounding them, but the adrenaline in her blood made her block out all the sounds surrounding her and she had eyes only for gally that was infront of her. Then gally turned into an open piazza and suddenly halted. Yn ran next to him and then she saw Thomas with tears in his eyes look at her and then look at the ground. She looked at the floor and she wanted to die at the sight before her.

She felt her hands shake as she brought them up to her face in shock. She didn't even notice how Thomas had turned around ready to kill Ava Paige and take down W.C.K.D. she didn't notice how Minho stood beside her as she felt hot tears fall down her cheeks. She slowly walked toward Newts body in the ground. Her hand squeezing the vial that was meant to save his life. She saw his lifeless eyes staring to the sky and the knife that was sticking from his chest. She willed herself to wake up from this nightmare. But the pain she felt when she fell on her knees next to him, told her that it was real.

"No, no, no. C'mmon please, oh God no" she sobbed as she looked down at Newt dead body.

She felt a strong pair of arms surrounded her and held her as she shaked out sobs.

"NO!!! I was supposed to save him!" Minho had tears streaming down his cheeks as he held Yn. He knew Newt would want him to be there for her. The girl he loved more than life. Minho knew that Newt and Yn had loved each other since the first time they catched eyes. He had been the one who had pushed them to tell each other their feelings and was proud of how the two of them became inseparable. But he had never though he'd be the one to be holding Yn as she cried the death of one of Minhos closest friends.

"I was meant to save him, I was supposed to be here for him, GODDAMMIT!' Yn cried as she felt a peace of her heart being torn apart. She had promised him.

"Love we are going to save Minho that's the mission" Newt had gently whispered into Yn's ear sending goosebumps through her body.

"Well I'll make it my mission to save you" Yn told him pulling back and looking him in the eye. Her own sweeled with tears. "I CANT lose you baby. I can't."she whispered up to him trying to keep the tears at bay.

Newt had tears streaming down his face as he looked down at Yn who was trying to take the news on so bravely." You know I'd never leave you" he said wiping his tears away.

"Does everyone else know?" Yn gently asked him after a few minutes of silence. In which they stood. Holding each other's hands and yn resting her face against Newts chest.letting the silent tears flow.

"I wanted you to know first." He answered bringing his hand up and wiping Yns tears away." I know that when we go out there we're going to be so bugging busy and I wanted to spend more time with you.

That was was Yn needed most. More time. More time to be in each other's arms. More time to talk. More time to kiss. More time to grow old together. She couldn't imagine living a life where Newt wasn't next to her every morning. Without him to hold her at nights.

Her train of though would have gone on and on if Newt hadn't stopped her by gently bringing their lips together. The kiss was soft and full of grief, it brought back memories of their time together, the joy the sorrow, the intimacy they had shared through the 2 years they had found each other. Yn brought her hand up to newts cheek as newt brought his arms around her waist. Their lips moving in sync as they let all the feeling that they had for each other pour into that one kiss.

When they pulled back for air. Newt gently kissed her forhead with his slightly swollen lips. And took both of her hands in his.

"I know we have a lot in our minds, but would you care to dance with me the same way we danced back in the Glade?" He asked her with a small smile.

"You know I would dance with you anytime love" was her response. And putting one arm round his shoulder, one of newts securely around her waist, and bringing their intertwined hands together they began to dance to a random music they silently hummed.

" I promise you Newt. I'll save you." Yn whispered as she rested her head against his shoulder.

"You already have" he gently whispered into her hair. "Then I'll save you against stubbornly replied."you know I love you so."

After a while Minho knew it was time for them to go.

"C'mmon Yn we need to go" he whispered

"No, I can't. I can't live him." She cried pulling herself away from minho." I promised him. I promised him that I'd take him home. That we'd grow old together"

Miho turned to see Brenda and Gally crying as well. But buildings were falling and if they didn't get to the plane now, they'd die.

"Minho we need to go" Gally told him wiping his tears away.

Minho nodded and took yns arm.

"Yn we need to go. It's what Newt would have wanted you to do." He gently told the crying girl.

Yn seemed to have though it through because she stiffly nodded and stood up. Minhos arm around her. They began walking away. And before they turned a corner. Yn looked back.

"I can't live him." She said as she turned around. But Minho kept a firm grip in her arm.

"Yn listen to me. We need to go before the city comes crashing down on us." Minho told her gently but firmly.

"But you don't understand Minho" yn sobbed out " he was only 17"

Minhos eyes filled with tears again but he took Yn in his arms and started walking with Gally and Brenda toward the plane.

Yn fighted at first. But she soon stopped, her body shaking with sobs.

When they reached the plane. It only took one look at Yn and Jorge and Vince knew that Newt had died. Minho set her in a seat at the front and sat beside her. Holding her hand.

To Yn everything was a blur. She didn't know what was happening. She just sat there. Numb. With tears flowing constantly down her face. She didn't notice how she almost lost another friend as W.C.K.D's main building fell. Or how Thomas passed out from blood loss not to far away from her. But she noticed that she fell asleep at one point and she didn't really want to wake up.

But she did. She woke up in a small bed. Sunlight streaming down her face. And the smell of sea filled her senses. But what she noted wasn't that. What she noted was that there was an empty space beside her in the bed. And that there was an empty space in her heart.

That she knew would never be hole again.

So this is it. My first Maze runner imagine. I cried while I wrote this. It really hurt. But I hope you guys like it. And if it did hurt. If only a little. Please like.

please reblog everyone so it reaches every smutt writer. Us poor virgin writes relaying on experienced writers like

Maze Runner x Yn

Masterlist

Teen Wolf

She looked at me as if there was something worth seeing in me(Theo R.)

I think we lost her(Theo R.)

Because I love you you little piece of shit(Theo R.)

I think we lost her II(Theo Raeken)

Morning Love(smut(Theo R.))

Friends Dont look at friends that way(Malia H.)

You belong with me(Stiles S.)

You're beautiful just the way you are(Stiles S.)

First time you ever listen to me( Sister reader)

You got the devil on your team(Void Stiles)

Maze Runner

He was only 17(Newt)

Marvel

Keep your head up soldier(The Winter Soldier)

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Yandere Klaus Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Multifandom

I don't want to forget

A letter from Y/n to reader

SUPERNATURAL

POV series wich include a mini stories of Winchester little sister reader.

Why and how this is going to go...

⛥⛧Pilot-01x01

part 1

part 2

⛥⛧Flashback series

" flash news. you have a little sister"

"promise you wont leave"

POV: The Winchesters have a little sister 1 2 3

Supernatural masterlist.

STRANGER THINGS

I'm right here (Billy Hargrove)

Requests are open for:

Stranger Things

Narnia

Lort

The Maze Runner x Y/N

I bloody love you too

Newt x Reader

Request: Hello, I love your imagines! Could you write one from the death cure of newt and the reader? Newt tells the reader he loves her for the first time. It’s a bunch of fluff really. 💖 thanks love. - @runningintothemaze

(<3 Thank you for the request! Not sure if this is what you wanted .-.)

•Warnings: MInor death cure spoilers and as always Not edited.

{I am currently reading the books & I’ve seen all 3 movies}.

•Summary: Honestly it’s just a fluffy(ish) and playful conversation between Y/n and Newt.

•Word count- 717 (I’m sorry its so short ;-;)

The gif is not related to the imagine. :))

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i will list the fandoms [ characters & people ] i write for in the following. if you want to check out, who i’d prefer writing romantic ships with, check out my masterlists but you don’t have to!

narnia

outerbanks

teen wolf

the 100

the maze runner

the walking dead

skins uk

and here are my rules

where — you can request under this post, in my dm’s and in my wattpad dm’s ( @/heartybubs )

smut — i do not currently write smut because i feel very uncomfortable doing it

minors — i do not romantically write for real people, who are under the age of 18 unless you have evidence of them stating that they are comfortable with it. i’ll still write platonic though

serious issues — i do not romanticise abuse, mental health issues, s*lfh*rm and assault. i will only include these details, if your request revolves around them as a serious issue because i deal with most of them and feel educated enough to spread awareness

pronouns — please include pronouns or i will naturally go with she/ her pronouns and he/ him pronouns for gay male characters. i will also not change a characters/ persons canon! sexuality ( newt, tara, etc. )

Gut Feelings [Newt]

Description: Y/N’s gut feelings strike again.

Warnings: Cranks. They are creepy as hell. 

Y/N and the rest of the group had just escaped Wicked, again. Teresa directed them into what looked like an abandoned mall and they split up to get supplies. Y/N went with Teresa while Newt, Frypan, Aris, and Winston were a couple of feet away.

She quickly found a grey t-shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, a Army green jacket, a bandana and a new pair of combat boots. She grabbed some extra clothes, shoving them into the bag she found before going over by the boys and grabbing some supplies. Newt, Frypan and Aris watched as the girl fumbled with shaky hands.

Y/N had a feeling, and it wasn't a good one.

Newt had continued to watch her for another minute or two before deciding to go over to her.

"Why are you shaking?" The familiar voice pulls Y/N's attention away from opening the knife holster in her hands.

She sighs and looks up at the blonde boy.

"This place is just giving me a feeling."

"What type of feeling, love?"

"Like something bad is going to happen."

"Is it paranoia, or a gut feeling?" Newt asks.

"Gut feeling."

Over the years Y/N and Newt had learned to trust her gut feelings, because somehow, they were always right.

"Alright, we'll pack up and get going as soon as Thomas and Minho get back." Y/N nods and zips up her bag, but as she goes to stand up the power turns on.

"What's going on?" Frypan asks. Aris, Winston and Teresa gather around the three with their supplies.

"We need to find Thomas and Minho and get the hell out of here." And as if on cue Thomas and Minho came running and screaming while being chased by cranks telling the group to run.

Y/N was right. They should've left, and now they've lost Winston.