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"Is it too late now?"
Newt x Reader (TMZ)
summary - you thought it'll be the last time you ever saw Newt in the day he died on your arms, until he showed up in front of you.
no warnings !! this is pure fluff and maybe a little angst 😸
You sat on the sand, the cold air hitting your bare shoulders as you breathe in deeply at the salty air of the ocean in front of you, waves bring the water closer to your feet. It calms you.
you always love those small things. you loved the sun and the stars, amazed at how they can shine on they're own.
you watch the stars and wish that you could also be like those stars, shine on they're own. But you can't, you're different. you're the moon. The moon that shined because of the sun.
The moon that wait days and nights and hours to shine together side by side with the sun but the day never came.
you're the moon, while newt is your sun.
Newt, the boy that made your life thousand times more better with him in it.
you missed the days you and him wouldn't sleep and sneak out quietly and you went to the top floor with him holding hands. watching together how the stars shine the sky so brightly and feeling the night wind blow your hair.
There we're times in glade where Newt would always hold your hand tightly while kiss you on your forehead and lips once in a while and say how much he loves you, grinning so widely to you.
You miss him. You can't deny the fact you miss him. You miss the times you had with him in the glade.
The ocean waves getting closer to your feet and the sound of footsteps reaching closer to you.
"good morning" came from minho as he sat down next to you. you replied with a forced smile, not really feeling like you want to talk.
"hey, you sure you don't want any breakfast? i made pancakes, the same ones you used to made" asked thomas, sitting beside you too, as he looked at you with worry.
The same one i made in the glade for them and newt.
Newt.
"I'm not feeling really hungry", you weren't lying, you hardly eat anything ever since you arrived at the paradise.
Thomas came and sat next to you. "well then, water?"
he handed you a cup of warm water.
"Thanks", you said before taking a gulp.
Minho puts his arm around you, "i know this is hard for you", he started,
"it's hard for all of us, but you need to take care of yourself. you haven't eaten anything since yesterday we arrived, and you're supposed to be resting in your room" He finished, speaking to you softly.
You gave him a small nod, and stared at the cup your holding as the sand warms your feet. "How have you been sleeping lately?" Thomas asked
"I sleep well" you send him a soft smile as he returns the smile and trace smoothing circles on your back.
The three of you watch the ocean for a moment without a word, you look to the sand as you inhaled deeply. Minho's eyes fell on you, and you turned to him with a soft weak smile. "Hey,"
with a small forced chuckle from the black haired boy, he replied "Hey"
"I'm glad you're both okay" you glanced at your feet, "I don't know what i would've done if you guys couldn't make it"
they nodded, looking at you for a while before minho replied; "i didn't expect that i'll made it here too"
thomas chuckle, "everything feels like a dream"
you didn't reply anything and just watch the waves getting closer to your feet. "I'm hungry, i think i'm gonna go get something to eat, see you both later" with that, you walked off
you weren't actually hungry, you felt empty. you just needed a reason to walk away. talking to them remind you so much of Newt and what happened that night.
Newt's hands are cold. His eyes empty. He's gone. tears pouring faster, and you wipe the tears away roughly.
"You can't leave me like this. not now, not later. you promised me you'll never leave me. please, newt. please. answer me."
you sighed.
Slowly, you made your way to get food, dragging your feet behind you. You stared at your surroundings, fiddling the hem of your shirt, trying desperately to not think of Newt but failed miserably. everything feels weird without him. the feeling that something is missing.
But as you looked to your left, there he stood, your eyes widened in surprise and you shake your head.
'stop, he's not here anymore, don't imagine things and pull yourself together y/n. he's gone.' you remind your self, trying so hard to not take a double look to check, but you couldn't hold your self so you looked. this time hoping he'd be there
you saw him.
again.
then the reality comes crashing down as you looked at him.
you froze. you stared at the blonde boy.
Newt.
your eyes locked at the sight your seeing. it's really him.
"Hey what's wrong?" Minho asked looking at you concerned.
You stood there, still frozen.
"Did you change your mind? do you not want to eat pancakes?" Minho asked
You finally found your words, and say what was holding your voice stuck in your throat. "that's... newt?"
his eyes fall to the direction your looking at. it took him a second to process it was really him as you both stood frozen.
Newt. The blonde boy. The love of your life. The one that died that night, is now running fast towards the two of you. He hugged you both tightly.
Thomas stared at him with surprise from afar, dropping his glass of water and run to our direction, hugging newt tightly as the corner of his eyes start to water.
Minho and Thomas asking him many 'how' questions as he replied "I'll answer all of your bloody questions later" his british accent ringing in your ears, making you cry. Is this really newt? but how?
"Newt.." the sound of your voice made him turn to you and smiled lovingly with tears in his eyes.
"Hey gorgeous" He opened his arms to hug you, you jump into his arm immediately feeling his warmth, solid and everything, He held you tightly against his chest.
You buried your head in his neck and your tears wetting your cheeks, tears drenching his shirt. you smiled a little. for the first time your truly smiled after you lost him. you hugged him tighter, still wanting to feel the warmth of his body and his touch as you feel him pressing his lips into your forehead and the smell of his body that you missed so much is enough to make you feel like you're home.
anywhere with him is home.
"Newt.."
"I'm here"
you finally pulled away, to look at him. those dark brown pair of eyes, his caramel colored hair that turned to a vibrant shade of gold when the sun hits his hair. oh how much you missed them.
it feels so unreal seeing him right now in front of you, you don't know if it was real or not.
he smiled at you again. that smile. the one you missed so much.
you hugged him again, this time with your head on his chest, he held your head in one hand and and your back in his other, pulling you closer and putting his head on top of yours gently.
you pulled away again, running your thumbs on his cheek and lips, realizing all the black veins, black eyes and popping veins we're gone. he's back to normal.
Minho spoke up, "But how? you..you we're stabbed and you died,"
"Yeah, we see you died that night in her arms, it doesn't make any sense" Thomas added.
"To be bloody honest, i don't know how myself. but i think y/n's blood touched my wound when we fought that night and it killed the virus and i survived, then i woke up surrounded by people, cured, and they led me here." he finished, looking at them.
"who we're those people?" thomas asked
"who ever those people are, I'm happy to have you back shuck face." minho laughed.
"and i'm happy to be back" newt smiled at us all, before whispering into my ear, "we've got a lot to talk about" he grinned.
Thomas glanced at minho, signalling to him to give you both time to talk. minho nods in response. "You must be hungry newt, let's make more food for them, and give them space to talk alone" Minho whispered the last few words and left with the others leaving you and newt alone.
"We'll meet you there later!" newt called back and turned to you, grinning.
he sit down at the sand, and pat the sand next to him, signalling you to sit next to him, so you did. he looked directly to you, breaking the silence.
"i miss you"
your eyes widened at the sudden confession, your eyes start to heat up and tears start to flood your eyes making your vision blurry.
"sorry, i didn't mean to make you cry" he looks at you softly and wipes your tears gently.
"you don't know how much i miss you and how hard it was losing you" you started. "it felt so weird without you here, it's like something's missing" you gazed at your lap
"i'm sorry for that night, i should've told you and try to work it out together like you said, but it was the best way to protect you" he started
you nodded as you understand the word 'that night' referring to the night you both argued because he hide the fact he was infected and you both broke up because of it.
"that night when i finally turned to a crank, i know i shouldn't have attacked you, but something in me is screaming for your blood, and in the end i hurt you, i'm sorry love." he whispered. your surprised at the last word, he used to call you that before you both broke up.
you forced a chuckle. you definitely missed being called that. you smiled at him "i understand and yes, i forgive you newtie. i always will."
he felt his heart skipped a beat at the familiar nickname you called him
newtie.
his words stuck in his throat as he tried to get him self to continue say the things he was planning to say but he failed miserable, after a second he finally forced out the words.
"and i know we had a bloody argument and we're not together anymore but i still love you y/n. i didn't mean the words i say when i told you i don't love you anymore and i don't need you caring about me, i still love you so freaking much and i really love it when your care for me, so..."
his voice getting quieter as he looks at you nervously, trying to observe your expression as his voice stuck in his throat for the second time. he lowered his head looking down at his lap, trying to find the perfect words to tell to you
'it's now or never'
"listen, the point of what i'm trying to say is, do you think it's too late to continue what we had?" he glanced at you and made eye contact with you
you chuckled at his nervousness. "so you're trying to say that you want to get back with me and continue our relationship?"
"if you still love me, well yeah" you chuckled
"i still love you newt"
"then, it's a yes?" he tilt his head and grinned at you, happy with your answer and now hoping you would agree to his offer
"why would i refuse?" you answered.
"bloody hell, come here" he smiled, he leans up, closer to you and kiss you. you kiss him back.
he hugs your body as your arms snaked its way to his neck and your fingers run to his hair, your fingers tangled in his hair. he pulled your body more closer, colliding yours with his until it you can feel his body warmth.
you both pulled away when minho suddenly yelled "Y/N, FOOD'S READY
you turn to newt. "You ready to meet everyone else?"
he nods. "yeah, let's go"
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you walk in together, and you see the moment everybody's faces turn into shock except for minho and thomas, who was smiling widely at you both. you guessed that both of them haven't told the other's.
gally's eyes fall to yours, as if he's asking confirmations from you. you nod at him and smiled. gall's eyes widened and start to water.
"hey?" newt gives a little wave nervously as he watched the others exchanging glances with each other, and then gally, frypan and the other's moved, leaving the table they're sitting in and charged towards newt with a hug as newt happily hugs all of them tightly and didn't let go until thomas butt's in.
"alright everyone, let's eat as much as we want as a celebration AND STOP THE HUGGING SESSION, newt haven't eaten anything at all today"
they roared with laughter and finally pulled away from the hug.
standing beside you, minho chuckled and whispered, "you're happy aren't you?"
you smiled and nodded at him. "is it that obvious?"
"yes y/n, it's so obvious" you both laughed.
suddenly you feel someone hold your hand. you turned to see newt grinning before he pulls you into a sudden deep kiss as everybody else laughed. you both pulled away after everyone yells 'do it somewhere, you love birds!!' and your ears turn into a shade of red as newt's lips turn into a wide grin
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Hi Daniella, first of all your blog is one of my favourites and your writing is really lovely 😊
Second, I have an idea for a fanfic, would you like to write a female! x reader for the maze runner with Newt? . In which the reader is a Med Jack and one night during the bonfire Newt enters in the fight circle and gets hurt. And as the reader is the only one who is sober enought to take care of him, she takes him to the Med Jack hunt. But Newt drunk to much and confess his feelings for the reader, without realizing.
Sorry if is too long or specific, I would understand if you don't have time to do it
Anyway your blog is fantastic so keep going ❤❤❤
second chances
pairing: newt (maze runner) x fem!med-jack!reader
summary: newt injures himself in the fight circle, leading to drunken confessions about his favourite med-jack
warnings: brief mentions of insecurity and allusions to previous attempts at self-harm
reader pronouns: she/her (by request)
word count: 980 words
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You are well and truly surrounded by idiots. You figured that your explicit medical instructions would have been taken seriously given your status as one of the only med-jacks in the Glade, and the fact that it didn’t take a genius to realise that any physical activity on a broken leg was a dumb idea. Yet here you were, watching one of the most sensible Gladers drunkenly step himself into the fight circle. It seemed that Gally’s special drink had disarmed Newt’s senses, he even winked at you as he wobbled towards his opponent. You rolled your eyes.
You had to admit you were conflicted. On one hand, it was clumsy and stupid for Newt to be risking the leg that you had spent months monitoring as he healed from his…injury. But on the other hand, you knew what misery those months had been for him, and knew that he needed these nights of bliss, bonding with the other Gladers and feeling like the teenage boy he was. Recklessness was a typical theme in the Glade after all.
The two of you had bonded significantly over those months, sharing much more than time as you both adjusted to life in the Glade. A second life for Newt. This developing closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed by the other Gladers. Minho in particular found joy in teasing the both of you daily, constantly whispering to Newt and giggling. You found it adorably annoying, which summed Minho up perfectly.
As if you had summoned him with your thoughts, Minho’s drunken rambling reached your ears across the Fight Circle crowd. “Hey, y/n, don’t miss your loooover boy in the ring! He can’t impress you if you’re not even watchingggg.”
Your scoff drowned out in the sea of oohs and aahs and kissy noises. These boys were unbelievably annoying at times, but you couldn’t help but laugh. They meant well, and if some high school love drama was their cup of tea, then so be it. You liked making people happy. Your state of reverie is so strong that it takes you a moment to realise that the teasing noises have morphed into gasps and groans. You can’t see anything between the distance you’re seated from the Circle and the group of boys now crowded around it. Minho’s voice, moments ago light and breezy from the other side of the Fight Circle, is suddenly sobered and panicked as he breaks through the crowd and runs to you in lightning speed. “y/n, help! It’s Newt!”
Before you could process what was happening, you found yourself kneeling over Newt’s body. As his eyes looked up and met yours with a sheepish grin, you let out a frustrated breath. “Y/n, it’s you! So great to see you, you know I-“
His quip died is his mouth, replaced by a sudden wince that brought you back down to Earth and to the injury you hadn’t yet assessed. “What have you managed to do to yourself this time, dear one?”
He sighed. “Worth a shot. I think I sprained my wrist when I fell.”
You nodded, calming down as you realised that Minho’s drunkenness added to his exaggerated panic. Helping Newt up carefully, you begun to escort him to the med-jack hut, eager to get him away from the teasing jeers and whoops that faded into the distance as the two of you followed the well-trodden path.
…
As you tenderly bent his wrist backwards and forwards to check his level of pain, you shook your head fondly at each goofy drunk noise he made in response. What a silly loveable idiot.
You paused. He looked up at you with those sweet innocent eyes. “What were you thinking, Newt? Why would you do something so reckless so soon after your…while you’re still recovering?”
His eyebrows furrowed like an eight-year-old being told off. “Because Minho told me that if I want y/n to know how much I care about her then I need to start showing her, and I thought she’d think I was…I don’t know, cool, if I won the fight. She probably thinks I’m pathetic because I’m always limping about and…she helped me so much when I hurt myself and I don’t want her to think I’m weak. I really love her and I want her to know how much she means to me.”
You were surprised he didn’t flinch as your heart shattered. How could this beautiful person ever for a moment think he was weak? Let alone in your eyes. You were about to respond when his eyes widened, “Promise you won’t tell y/n!”
Chuckling at how adorable he was, confessing his feelings about you to you without realising, you grabbed his uninjured hand and caressed it softly. “I promise I won’t tell her, Newt. But I want to tell you a secret in return.”
He leaned forward eagerly, “Yeah?”
You smiled, leaning closely against his ear and whispering, “y/n really likes you too. You should definitely tell her how you feel. I guarantee she feels the same.”
A big toothy grin appeared on his face, and his eyes twinkled. “R-really?”
When you nodded, he muttered resolutely that he would ask y/n out tomorrow.
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The next morning, Newt bashfully approached you as you ate your breakfast, pulling up a chair with his uninjured arm. “So…I noticed the makeshift cast on my wrist and I can’t help but ask…. how bad was I last night?”
“You confessed to me that you have feelings for me, and made me promise not to tell myself.” You chuckled, amused by his progressive eye-widening as you answered his question. “You know, I had no idea that Gally’s special drink could make you forget that I’ve been your girlfriend for three months but hey, here we are.”
Head in his hands, Newt slowly looked up at you. “I’m gonna be making this one up to you for months, aren’t I, darling?”
Smiling fondly at your precious boyfriend, you tenderly put a hand on his cheek. “Oh, absolutely”. He softened, matched your loving smile as you pulled him in for a gentle kiss.
a/n: hello beautiful nela (@nelabelievesindragons), thank you so much for your kind words. you always know just want to say to encourage me! I hope you’ll forgive the delay in writing this for you. this was an absolute pleasure to write - I loved the prompt (you always send lovely ideas) and the twist popping into my head was so satisfying.
it's so lovely knowing this was your first ask before we were friends, I hope that I did it justice. I remember being so excited to get a newt request (I adore him). hopefully this eases the pain of reading the death cure! 🤍
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Falling Hard- Newt x reader (The Maze Runner)
Summary: The day you entered the glade, Newt felt something inside him grow. A need to protect you, to see you smile and laugh, to hold you when nights were cold. It’s true, the boy had fallen for you, and he fell hard.
Warnings: implied depression (Newt my poor lil boy is sad) I do refer to the situation that got Newt his limp throughout this so please lovely’s, if you think this may trigger you move on <3
A/N: Hello lovely people! My first fic back on tumblr, what a time to be alive.
Greenie day was always tense in the Glade, a new boy stumbling around, breaking rules and asking way too many questions for anyone to bear. This Greenie day was especially hard for Newt, as it was the first since his ‘accident’. The boy reluctantly swings himself out of the hammock, sharp pain shooting through his left leg as it makes contact with the unstable, rocky ground. A constant reminder of that day, the day he had finally given up hope of ever escaping the maze.
He sighs as he stretches, twisting slightly as a satisfying crack comes from the boy's back. He rolls his head to the side, eyes closed as yet another sigh escapes his lips. The blonde boy looks around, smiling slightly at the sight of the Gladers asleep in their hammocks. ‘So peaceful, not for long though’, he thinks to himself.
The day drags by slowly as Newt attends to his garden, weeding and tilling soil. Occasionally helping Alby when the leader required it. Before long the all too familiar shrilling ring of the box alarm rings through the Glade, effectively stopping all the boys from their required tasks.
Newt makes his way over to the box, pushing his way through the crowd of curious boys. Murmurs breakout throughout the group, a light buzz falling over the glade as the boys speculate the fate of the incoming arrival.
“I hope he’s a good cook, I need some help in that shucking kitchen, you guys are animals sometimes.”
“I hope he cuts it as a builder, shuck knows we need a bit more brute strength around here.”
“He’s probably going to cut it as a slopper.”
Newt rolls his eyes at his friend's comments, his mind clouded by his own judgment.
The newly appointed second-in-command grumbles to himself; “Great, another boy who’s going to follow us around like a lost puppy until he finds his place in this shucking hell hole. Another boy to feed, to explain to that we are all trapped here with no escape. Just great.”
As the box comes to a halt a high pitched scream is heard, rumbling its way through the metal cage. Slight laughing breaks out among the group as someone shouts “The greenie screams like a shucking girl!”
“Slim it.” Alby announces to the group. “Gally, if you will.”
The builder opens the box, jumping down as the metal cage shakes under his heavy feet.
“Day one Gree-“ the boys sentence is cut short as a fist connects with his jaw. The builder to stunned to speak as his eyes scan over the new arrival. “Uh Alby, Newt, you might want to come take a look at this!” The boy shouts as the gladers calls and laughter ring through the glade.
Newt peers down, his heart stopping and stomach dropping as he inspects the scene below him. Huddled tightly in a corner, wielding a knife and shaking slightly was a girl. A shucking girl! He peers over at Alby, completely stunned and without a clue how to proceed.
“Alright slint heads, back to work. Things just got complicated.” Alby shouts to the gladers.
But none of them move, shell shocked as they stare at the new greenie.
“You heard him, back to work.” Newt announces, receiving grumbles from the boys as they reluctantly make their way from the box.
Newt makes his way into the box, looking over to Gally who only shrugs, rubbing his jaw slightly from the impact of the prior events. Newt makes his way over to the girl, whose eyes are wide with fear as she scans between the three boys in the box. As he takes another step the girl panics, holding the knife out further as she speaks. Voice hoarse from crying.
“Don’t come any closer, I'm warning you.”
The threat is empty as her voice cracks at the end, fresh tears making their way down the girl's stained cheeks.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. It’s okay, we're not going to hurt you.” Newt speaks slowly proceeding closer to the girl, arms stretched out as if approaching a wild animal.
He slowly grabs the knife, throwing it away from her as he crouches down, grabbing the girl's hands as he does so. His kind eyes boring into her as he tilts his head to the side. She stares back at him, crystal orbs stained red from tears as her laboured breaths ring through the box.
Newts heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might rip out of his chest, as he slowly rubs his thumb over the girls knuckles he can’t help the feeling of nostalgia that rushes over him. The feeling he gets is indescribable, like the first stretch of the morning, or watching the bright sun disappearing over the clouds only to be surrounded by millions of dazzling stars. The feeling of coming home to freshly baked cookies or sitting in front of a blazing fire. He sniffles slightly as tears sting in his eyes so overcome by emotion, his ears ring as his stomach twists.
Just one look at this girl and he knows, his life has been flipped upside down. And for a moment he’s falling, wind rushing through his hair as he screams to no one in particular. But this time he knows that when he lands, he wont be left broken on the cold stone walls. No, he wont be left broken again because maybe, just maybe, this new greenie was sent here to build him back up again.
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Embers and stars
Newt x Reader
Summary: On a peaceful night, Newt finally has time to think about his growing feelings for you.
A/N: This is very self-indulgent, and to the few anons who said they'd like to see a story with this cutie. Also, this is mainly to try and put my brain back in the writing game, with my favorite boy. I doubt many people are gonna read this, but I post all my stories here so…
And yes, Newt made it to Safe Haven; don’t look at me like that.
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The sand was warm as you buried your toes in it, breathing in deeply the salty air of the ocean just ahead of you. Waves brought the water closer to your feet, it was pleasantly cold compared to the warmth of the setting sun.
You opened your eyes to the view of the orange sun touching the end of the sea far away, painting the sky in deep shades of orange, purple, and blue. There were voices behind you, people chatting happily for once. You glanced around with a smile, seeing your Glader friends and everyone else that made it to the Safe Haven.
A few trees adorned the main area along with grassy ground just after the thin strip of sand, some of the tents were still being built but most were already up; held by large pieces of wood and big enough to accommodate everyone.
It's been only a few days, and there are countless adjustments yet to be made and problems to solve. But they were futile, small compared to the hell you all just escaped from.
Everyone needed time to relax, so tonight, Frypan and Minho decided to bring back the bonfire night.
Thomas walked out of the forest with pieces of wood in his hands. You giggled at the way he struggled to carry them, groaning dramatically when he dropped two of the pieces.
With a last glance towards the vast ocean, you made your way up to him, feeling your already tired muscles complain about having to walk in the fluffy sand. As you reached the grass, you put your slippers back on and called out to Thomas; "Need a hand?"
Thomas glanced up to you from his crouched position, in the middle of trying to pick up the fallen wood. "Yeah, that would be great. Thank you."
You split the pieces of wood between both of you, carrying it with much more ease towards the middle of the big camp, where the bonfire would take place. Slowly, the place started to look more like home. In some ways, it reminded you of the Glade.
The box had brought you up one month before Chuck arrived, and your life had been a rollercoaster ever since. From living two months in the Glade and then diving into nothing short of an adventure in the outside world, it felt nostalgic to finally have something similar to what you called home back in the maze.
With a grunt, you let go of the heavy pieces of wood. Seagulls could be heard singing in the distance, along with a soft cold breeze that started flowing from the ocean.
"All good here?" Minho had run up to you and Thomas, seemingly done with his scouting around the beach. Almost everyone had found something to do by now, you were still helping around randomly wherever it was needed.
"Yeah, I think that's all," Thomas told him, looking down at the wood you had just dumped on the sand.
"Great, we can start the fire then," Minho said excitedly, walking back towards the main tent.
As Minho ran out of view, Thomas nudged you on the shoulder. You looked his way curiously, and he had a teasing grin on his face. "You caught someone's attention."
You raised an eyebrow at him, following his gaze towards your right side. Your eyes found Newt, who was watching you from afar, with a forgotten tomato seedling in his hand. The tender smile that came to you was inevitable, the way his blond hair fell softly over his eyes with the wind; the way the last rays of sun painted his cheeks pink, and how he quickly looked away as you caught him staring, pretending to pay undivided attention to the new garden; it all made your stomach flutter pleasantly.
Newt had sneaked his way into your heart from day one. With him being the sweetest, most caring, and respectful amongst everyone on the Glade; you became friends fast.
You felt warmth coming to your cheeks, throwing a last glance towards him before walking back to the tents with Thomas, who started teasing you relentlessly.
"-Hearing me? Newt? Newt!"
With a start, Newt looked up quickly, shaking his head lightly to clear his mind. He saw Frypan watching him already with a knowing smirk. Newt got up from the ground, cleaning his hands on his pants. "Don't even start." He grumbled under his breath.
"I'm just here to pick up some oregano." The playful tone betrayed Frypan's words.
Newt huffed out a nervous breath, shooting a side glance towards the same direction you walked to.
Frypan caught up on his staring. "Why won't you just talk to her?"
"There's nothing to talk about." Averting his gaze, Newt walked past his friend and towards his own tent.
"You're wasting time, she likes you too, you know," Frypan called out to Newt, who didn't bother to stop walking.
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As the night came along fully, allowing countless stars to adorn the sky and the embers of the bonfire to shine bright; Frypan's words ringed inside Newt's head. He was sitting down on one of the benches that were placed under the main tent, his gaze fixed ahead of him on the bonfire; or more specifically, on you.
He twirled a half-full cup of Gally's drink in his hands, watching as you laughed along with his friends, your skin being illuminated by the fire.
The feelings he had for you had been brewing for a long time, almost as long as he had known you. It came naturally to him, being with you was easy and it warmed his chest like nothing else could, even if a familiar anxiousness always came with it. What was not easy, was acting on it. Newt never had any relationships, or if he did, he doesn't remember. It angered him that he didn't know how to deal with everything you made him feel.
And to think that there was a possibility you might feel the same; made his heart do somersaults.
He had been so lost inside his own worries that he didn't register someone coming towards him, only catching on when a shoulder was pressed to his.
You sat down beside Newt with a smile, not bothering to leave any distance between you. "Why are you out here isolating yourself?"
Your cheeky grin brought a blush to Newt's cheeks, and the way your body was touching his gave him goosebumps. "I'm not isolating, it's just a little more peaceful here."
The faint glow of the fire reflected on Newt's eyes, you could get lost in his warm gaze and the way he smiled at you.
"You're not wrong." Your words were quiet as you looked ahead of you, taking in the dark night sky and the orange glow of the bonfire.
Newt felt his mouth go dry, his finger tapped his cup anxiously before he set it down on the table. "Do you want to um- maybe take a walk along the beach?" He averted his gaze as he asked, hoping you didn't notice the pitch of his voice.
He could feel your gaze on him but there was no answer yet. Before he could ask again, or say it was no big deal if you didn't feel like it; he felt the warmest of touches involve his hand, his breath getting caught up in his throat as you intertwined your fingers with his.
"I'd love to."
You didn't let go of his hand as you silently walked along the coast side. This time of night, you couldn't even see the ocean, only hear the waves crashing. The chatter and partying of your friends were nothing but a background noise now.
"A part of me thought we'd never be able to make it here." You confessed with a quiet voice, feeling the cold wind on your skin.
Newt squeezed your hand, still feeling elated that you chose to hold on to him. "I know, sometimes it still feels like a dream."
There was a pause, and then your feet stopped moving as you felt Newt had stopped walking. You looked back at him with gentle curiosity, your outstretched hands still together. The moonlight illuminated his eyes and you saw hesitance in them.
You walked up to him, standing close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. "What's wrong?"
He averted his gaze, looking down at your joined hands as he played with your fingers. "I wanted to- I need to tell you something."
His accent caught heavily onto his words, letting you know he was forcing them out. Without thinking much, you brought your free hand up. Your fingertips ghosted over his cheek before running through his hair, burying your touch on his messy blond strands from the wind.
Newt visibly gulped at your action, he squeezed your hand more forcibly to ground himself. Yet, he leaned into your touch, almost closing his eyes.
"You can tell me anything." You promised.
He licked his lips, taking one last deep breath; and as he felt the salty water hit his shoes, he spoke what his heart had been screaming for a long time. "I have feelings for you, and I'm not sure how else to tell you this."
His gaze moved over your face for a moment, but he couldn't read it. He cleared his throat. "I have for a while and, it's alright if you don't feel the same. I just had to say it becau-"
A hand on the back of his neck pulling him forward cut him off. With an exhale of surprise, Newt felt your lips on his.
As fast as you kissed him, you pulled back. Your nose brushed his as you looked at him with a dazed stare. "I do feel the same." You breathed out, not being able to form any better words.
Newt pulled you back to him instantly, both his hands coming around your waist and flushing your bodies together. He melted against you, feeling the way you threaded your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck.
And you kissed him back with just as much passion, wrapping him up in an embrace that would hopefully let him know for how long you'd wanted this as well.
Far away, you thought you heard the voices of your friends laughing and shouting comments at you both. It made you smile into the kiss and you felt the way Newt's lips turned up as well.
If this was a dream, you'd be fine with never waking up.
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When The New Greenie Helps || Newt x fem!reader
A/n : As you can see this was requested by a lovely person. Writing for people is an actual dream and I hope my work will please you all, and make other people want to send more request 💙💚
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Warnings : So this is slightly it’s fluff, slighlty ansgty and a little bit smut not that much though as always nothing too graphic because I’m not good at writting this but with practice it’ll become easier. English isn’t my first language and this is my fourth fic
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Words count : 2020
An elevator, a big metallic noise, a blinding light and boys screaming, we know the music. You were the first one to arrive in the glade, along with Gally, Alby, Minho and Newt. It must have been at least 3 years that you lived in this green jail surrounded by all the boys that arrived every month.
Being a girl ( if you're not a girl / woman I'm really sorry but I didn't have more details of course if I knew I'd adapt it ) in the glade wasn't supposed to be that easy, but you were Y/n, you were independent and most of all super badass. You were one of the runners before, you ran fast and unfortunately one day you were not fast enough. After your injury Minho knowing you were a great asset and one of his best friend, decided to redirect you to the gardeners. But the badass that you are is very independent so if a slicer or anyone needed help you'll gladly go and help him.
A week later, you had become quite comfortable with the gardens. You had the opportunity to get to know better the shy, but mostly second-in-command, Newt. He, like the other boys, had no memory of ever having known girls and his very reserved behavior in your presence reinforced your intuition. He knew how to be authoritative when he had to be. Sometimes you could hear his British accent ringing out from the other end of the glade and it thrilled you, you kind of wanted him to be like that with you too. Just to know what it would feel like for once to take orders instead of giving them.
You and Newt became very close over the months, he spent a lot of time in the garden saying it helped him relax and all but little did you know that it was you who brought a smile to his face every time you talked. You were the keeper of the gardeners so you spent most of your time in the gardens tending the crops. Except once a month when a new boy arrived. This was an initiative of Gally's, who was tired of having to deal with scary, whiny boys - as he put it - who ran around until they were breathless. Of course you had gladly accepted, since you were no longer a runner you had to prove your worth in other areas and welcoming new greenies was one of them. Newt's eyes would crinkle every time he heard one of the boys call you when a newcomer arrived. He thought it was because he wanted to protect you but little did he know that it was his jealousy that was speaking. The man was in love with you and you were oblivious maybe as much as him about your feelings towards him and even when you're badass you don't go spilling your feelings to your crush.
You and Newt were in the gardens that day when the sky was a clear blue when you heard Billy yell "Y/n a new greenie is coming ! Y/n !". You barely had time to look at each other sheepishly before cutting your conversation short and heading for the cage. Once in front of it, you had time to watch the boys open it and Gally jump in. You waited for him to ask you to come over as usual but a boy came running out. It wasn't Gally, the boys started laughing but to your surprise you looked at him from head to toe and "Oh boy he is fast" you though. You looked at Minho who had just returned from his rounds and he seemed to be thinking the same thing.
The moment you heard Gally swear you knew it was time for you to catch up with that human rocket and reassure him a little. You looked at Newt and told him you'd be back soon. His heart swelled with love for you and he just told you to go chuckling at the freightened boy.
You ran towards the boy, he was fast but you were experienced. Of course you couldn't risk running through the maze anymore, but you were still able to run fast, very fast indeed. You were lucky when the boy ran into one of the walls and turned around to find you right behind him. He was out of breath because of all his emotions while you were barely warmed up. "Please can you stop with already I've got work to do" you said trying to sound as much friendly as you could though living in the glade since this long wasn't helping with it.
"Where the hell am I ?!? And who are you ?!?" he was almost yelling at this point. "Oie boy calm down you're in the glade here and I'm Y/n ( almost wrote my name ) no one want you any harm here" you said slowly extending your hand towards him, which he took with a little hesitation "Thomas" he said you smiled and you took the opportunity to step forward a little more and take him in your arms gently patting his back, he was taller than you but you couldn’t care less "Everything is going to be okay Thomas"
"We are really lucky to have her she is a real magician with these boys" Gally said to Minho and Newt. The latter was clenching his knuckles turning white, yep he was definitely jealous. Gally grabbed Chuck's arm as he jumped around, excited that he was no longer the new greenie in the glade. "Let's get back to work everyone because... tonight it's bonfire night" he said smirking and all the boys cheered running back to their works... all of them except Newt who was watching from afar. He shouldn't be worrying right ?
He shouldn't be but that was without counting on Thomas' tactile side. Of course you were okay with this and you were kind of happy that for once someone here was as touchy as you. Everything was platonic of course, a pat on the back, a hug to say hello, holding each other by the shoulders, ruffling his hair if he was worried... and it was only one day ! Newt seriously wondered what he was witnessing and little did you know that he was burning inside, burning for your love but also burning from jealousy at the sight of this burgeoning friendship.
The evening fell quickly for you when for Newt the day was bloody endless. But for all the other boys it was time to celebrate. Indeed, with each new arrival an evening around the bonfire was organized, Frypan making the fanciest food - within the means of the glade - that he could and Gally preparing his home-made alcohol the famous mead. Thomas' arrival would be no exception so bonfire night it'll be. Everyone was sitting with their circle of friends so you found yourself sitting on logs with Gally, Minho, Newt and of course the newcomer - to Newt's displeasure - Thomas. Don't get him wrong, he thought Thomas was a really nice guy and all but when he was near you, his mind was clouded by jealousy and he was afraid he would lose you to Thomas who was much more courageous than he was when it comes to you.
Gally made us taste a new version of his mead recipe and I took the glass he offered me drinking it in one go "Gally... this is really strong really good but really strong do you think they'll be able to handle it ?" I asked him as he passed a glass to Thomas which he drank just as quickly "Fucking hell this is burnin' the hell outa me !" the new greenie screamed before Gally even got a chance to answer me. We all laughed even Minho who was on the floor totally drunk. Newt, as for him looked at me, he had tasted Gally's mead but not enough to be drunk, he wanted to talk to you but he was waiting for the right moment.
But of course fucking Thomas had to lazily wrap his arm around your shoulder before leaning over and whispering something in your ear, you looked briefly at Newt and chuckled nervously at his stare. Thomas was right he was looking at you with a deep gaze. Thomas told you to talk to him to which you shook your head and faced him. He frowned everyone described you as the badass, the tough girl of the group and you couldn't go talk to Newt... unless... "Wait you love him ?" you blushed furiously ( My stupid white skin can't blush so it's weird for me to write this lmao ) "Oh no I can't believe it so this is why he was staring at me like he wanted to kill me" he barks out a laugh before getting up and lifting you by the shoulders. And just when Newt thought he couldn't see any redder, he saw him push you towards him "I think you both need to talk" Thomas said. Newt got up and blame it on the alcohol if you want, he felt brave enough to ask you to follow him. It was now or never.
So you walked away from the group behind the forest in a kind of plain that is hollow in one place. Convenient to lie down in if needed. "So what were we supposed to talk about-" you began before being cut off by Newt who sounded a bit on the edge "Do you like Thomas ?" it sounded almost accusatory.
"I beg your pardon I only know him from today and-" you tried to answer but he cut you off again and it was getting on your nerves "It's not what you were letting on-"
"Am I not allowed to have friends here ?!?" you started to sound pissed.
"Not the one you bloody touch all day !"
You took a step towards him you were smaller but you didn't care "And why's that ?" you dared to ask.
"Because you don't touch me that way" his voice died when he realized what he had just said.
Your eyes widened at this leaving you speechless, you saw him wave his hands and take a few steps back as he pulled away. Your ability to speak returned and your legs brought you back to his side "Maybe because I'd like to touch you in another way Newt" you sternly said. The badass was back hell yeah.
He gulped at that holding back a groan, he turned red in the stillness of the night and you took the initiative by getting on your tiptoes to kiss him.
He responded after realizing what was happening, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. At the same time you both bent your heads to deepen the kiss leading to your noses to colide. You both chuckled and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth slowly backing you up towards the nearest tree. Once leaning against it, he put his hands under your thighs carrying you between him and the tree. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you could feel him against you and it was driving you mad. He grunted at the friction and pulled his head back slightly so he could look you in the eye. "Are you sure this is what you want Love ? We can stop here I won't love you less-"
You freed yourself from his grip and pushed him against the tree, rubbing against him as you said this "Do you think I'm here because I don't want too greenie" you smirked.
...
"After all, Thomas' arrival was not such a bad thing" thought Newt as he watched your form lying in the grass looking at the hickeys he made on your neck. Little did he know you were thinking the exact same about the ones you made on him.
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Lover In the Sky
Song here
When the sky turns dark, Newt stays awake to watch the moon-lit stars. Above him, the blue dances with scatters of gold and white. The boys beside him sleep, but he watches the moon with a sad smile.
The floor is cold and the dust from the sand blows against his cheeks with the wind. The breeze whistles in a melancholic tune. The clouds roam the sky in peace, and he believes you dance among them too.
He frowns. He wants to talk to you—to ask how you’ve been. He wants to ask about the clouds, the stars, and the moon. Are they as soft as they look, or as hot as they seem, does the moon sing you to sleep? –- Are you sleeping peacefully?
The thought makes him want to cry. He wants to curse at the sky for your life back—to turn around and see you beside him again; but he won’t. He hates himself for calling you over the other day, just to remember… He wants to forget the mistake he made.
When he’d seen a photo of two kids smiling at the camera, it made his heart so warm and stomach bubbly, that he had to show you. So, he shouted your name and twisted to find you, only to catch sad glimpses.
The boys were all mourning, but they knew Newt would take it the hardest. It had already been months since you’d left them, but he’d always forget—or more so, didn’t want to accept. Newt knew he had to, someday. He had to accept he could never truly show you anything again.
He wished he didn’t have to, but he had to accept you were now just his lover in the sky.
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Drinks and Confessions (Newt x Reader)
“Hey Newt!” You called, waving the boy over, “Come sit!”
Newt walked over, smiling sheepishly, with two cups of Gally’s drink, “Hey Y/n.” He handed you one of the drinks and sat down next to you.
You had come to the glade about eight months ago, and despite being the only girl, had been fully accepted after a while. Minho, Thomas, and Gally had soon become some of your closest friends. You grew close with Newt as well, but as hard as you tried to deny it, you wanted your relationship with him to be romantic.
Minho, Thomas, and Gally (and pretty much everyone in the Glade) all knew of your crush and they teased you about it constantly. They pushed you towards Newt, and while you enjoyed his company, your interactions were quite awkward, though sweet.
“Thanks.” You took a large gulp of Gally’s drink, excited for bonfire night.
You and Newt sat side-by-side, talking and laughing for a while.
“They’re so stupid, aren’t they?” Minho muttered to Thomas and Alby who were all standing a little bit away.
“Why don’t they just get together?” Thomas agreed.
“You need to get them to date.” Gally said, still serving his drink, “It’s driving all of us crazy.” He rolled his eyes.
“Come on Thomas,” Minho said, getting a refill from Gally, “Tonight’s the night. We’re gonna force ‘em together.”
“Scooch over shank.” Minho waved Newt closer to you, sitting down his other side.
“You too.” Thomas sat down next to you, forcing you closer and closer to Newt. You grumbled, realizing their plan.
Thomas and Minho started conversing loudly, leaving you and Newt to talk quietly, “Uh- So, how’s the garden?” You asked awkwardly, hyper aware of all the places where Newt’s body was touching yours.
Foot.
Hip.
Elbow.
And yet, neither of you made any action to move away.
The night went on and Thomas and Minho left after a while, winking not-so-subtlety at you. You stared daggers at them.
“Hey,” The night was almost over and you had had a couple of Gally’s drinks, “I never really got to thank you.”
“For what?” Newt looked over at you.
“For being so nice to me.” You shrugged, cautiously letting your head fall onto his shoulder, “Everyone else kinda acted weird around me for a while, but you were always there for me.”
“Of course.” Newt smiled, “I love hanging out with you. Why would it be weird?”
You exhaled, straightening up again, “Cause I like you.” You muttered, staring down at your drink.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” You nod, glancing up at him, “Have for a while now. That’s why Minho and Thomas are acting so weird. They want me to tell you.”
“No,” Newt said, a confused but happy expression on his face, “They’re acting weird because I like you.”
“You like me back?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Newt laughed, “You’re bloody brilliant and super kind and gorgeous.”
You grinned, a warm feeling coming over you. Newt started to lean in and you met him halfway, pressing your lips to his.
Breaking apart, you and Newt shared a smile. “I liked that.” Newt breathed, your faces close together.
“I liked that too. Can I get a second one?”
Newt chuckled and kissed you again.
Thomas and Minho high-fived, watching with Gally and Alby, the latter who muttered a, “Finally.”
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I Know That Look
Media IRL
Character Thomas Brodie Sangster
Couple Thomas X Reader
Rating Smutty
I did a huge yawn. So big I was convinced for a moment my jaw clicked. I sat on my uncomfortable plastic seat in the middle of the airport watching people go around the shops and information boards all the madness bathed in the fluorescent light that messed with my mind given it was 11:29 pm.
"Ooohh big yawn" Thomas chuckled beside me as he sat with his book in his grey sweatpants, his battered old triumph shirt, and his aviator's jacket with warm fluff on the inside and leather outside.
"I'm tired" I pouted
"I told you to have a nap earlier"
"But if I napped earlier I won't sleep on the plane"
"I will"
"Yes I know you will, you have a strange superpower Thomas you can sleep anywhere. I leave you alone anywhere for five minutes you can nap"
"True"
"I don't know how the hell you do it,"
"It's called being in my thirties. I'm permanently exhausted."
"Didn't you really scare that German hotel?"
"Yeah I'd been doing a lot of traveling I checked into my room and then just slept for like twenty-six hours they got really concerned they thought I died"
"I'm convicted you died and just came back to life the other day"
"I wasn't dead" he rolled his eyes
"You laid back in the leather chair in the living room and didn't move or say anything for six hours. I kept having to go over and check you were still breathing"
"I was tired."
"And I'm tired now"
"I'm not saying you're not I'm merely suggesting you could have napped earlier"
"Can we go wonder around the shops that'll wake me up"
"No, there's a WHSmith and a travel book store. I'm not stupid y/n your on a book-buying ban"
"I can't help that I'm a bookworm"
"You're not a book worm y/n you're a book dragon you just hoard piles of literature"
"Humm" I pouted "but I'm bored"
"Then do something to entertain yourself why do I always have to be the one to entertain you?"
"Because I like you entertaining me" I smiled leaning on his shoulder and nuzzling into his jacket
"Humm mummm" he glared
"What?"
"I know that look"
"What look?"
"That look." He says "Why do you always get horny when you're tired and bored?"
"I don't know,"
"Well drop it, it's not gonna happen"
"Why not?"
"Because I remember what happened last time we tried getting intimate on a plane. So no way"
I pouted "Maybe it wouldn't if someone could keep quiet"
"How the hell was I meant to keep quiet when you pulled your top down leant over the seat and proceeded to suck my dick like it was literally your only oxygen pipe in space,"
"I wanted to cheer you up"
"It was fucking awesome though I have to admit"
"So?"
"No."
"Fine" I sighed I nuzzled closer and tried to find things to do watching people go by, counties the windows, guiding item prices in the shops but I was bored so I moved my hand under his jacket which didn't draw much attention until my hand reached his stomach
"Y/n" he warns not looking away from his book but I ignored him and slipped my hand under his sweats and his boxers and found his soft cock I took it gently in my hand and began to palm and stroke across it immediately feeling him uncontrollably start to slowly get hard "y/n!" He warned but I ignored him until he was completely hard and I began to toy and play with him like my own little stress toy "y/n stop… people might see" he complained
"Then sit still" I whispered fixing his jacket a little to make sure my hand was hidden
"What if someone hears us"
"Then be quiet" I whispered getting nose intense making sure to do all the little things he loves me too it was obvious he was struggling trying his best to stay composted but he slapped my hand away and put his stuff in his bag
"Come on"
"Where are we going?" I giggled getting my stuff too
"We're going to find one of those little privet lockable pod things people use for business and naps"
"Why?"
"You started it you're finishing it" he glared
"Okay" I giggled cuddling his arm
I smiled getting comfy looking at the little place, so cool and luscious given the long flight with the little bed-like seats with pillows and blankets, a little table with drinks and even TV and a window I smiled relaxing on the cosy bed seat and I caught his eye
"No"
"What?"
"I know that look"
"So?" I giggled patting the space beside me
"Later. When I have some energy back"
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𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽'𝓼 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓰!
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rules + who i write for
Rules:
I write fluff and comfort and I will TRY to write smut. I never wrote smut but I will TRY.
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I don't write male readers
I for now only do drabbles because I'm kinda busy
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How he reacts when you don't come back from the Maze...
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Warnings: angsty & sad Newt, mentions of injuries, fluff, fluff, fluff!!
(y/n) - your name
(y/n/n) your nickname
(Y/n) and Newt had the same routine every day.
It consisted of getting up, eating breakfast together, and kissing goodbye before she went into the Maze for the day.
He'd always wait for her at the Maze door every evening
Today was nothing out of the ordinary.
After breakfast, the two of them parted with a few sweet words and a kiss.
Pulling her close, he'd whisper, "Be careful, love. See you later."
"When am I not? Love you, too, Newt.
Then she was off, running into the Maze.
Newt worked in the garden until (y/n) was supposed to come back from the maze.
When Thomas & Minho exit the maze, he bombards them with questions.
"Where's (y/n)? When was the last time you saw her?"
They had no idea, and Newt was sick with worry.
He tried to run into the Maze but was easily held back by multiple other Gladers.
Thomas offered to go back in and find her but Alby immediately shot down the idea.
"One dead runner is better than two."
This made Newt furious to the point he almost lunged towards him.
They all waited for her until the doors closed, but when they finally did, Newt felt as if his heart was crushed.
Even though he knew the odds of being stuck in the maze were not good, he never gave up hope that she'd come back.
Refusing to eat or leave the dirt in front of the door, he slept on grass, trying to keep his mind from wondering what prevented you from making it to the doors.
Chuck brought him food, but he didn't eat it.
Being the sweetheart he was, Chuck sat down next to the distraught boy.
"She'd want you to move on. (Y/n) loved you, ya know? Gally said th-"
"Stop talking like she's gone, Chuck! Until I see her body, she's still alive, alright?"
Poor Newt's voice cracks at the end, making Chuck leave him to be alone again.
By the next morning, there was a crowd that had gathered outside the doors, awaiting their opening.
Newt was filled with anticipation as the rumbling of stone started.
When they were fully opened, they saw no one there, so all of them but Newt left to start their day, albeit sadly.
With his head in his hands, Newt slumps to the ground, eyes filling with unshed tears until he hears something.
It was a pained whimper; barely audible, but there.
"Newt?"
Looking up, he sees her limping down the small corridor towards the Glade.
He runs to her, enveloping her in a tight hug, whispering, "I thought I lost you, (y/n/n)."
He quickly got her to the medjack hut where she was getting her broken ankle looked at by Jeff.
She told him the story of how she fell and then hid from the Grievers during the night.
From then on, he vowed to never take her presence for granted.
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I do Adore You
Pairings | Newt (tmr) x gn!reader
Warnings | fluff, cuteness, first kisses, smut, rimming, anal fingering, angst, death, violence, there's a cure for the flare, Newt doesn't die
Word count | 2.2k
Summary | 5 times you were in love with Newt and 1 time you did anything for him
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The humming of birds had become a familiar sounds to you, their mirthful chirps and chatters like a filler noise to your day. Every since you woke up in the glade, you had been tasked with Track-Hoe duty.
Newt argued it was because of your lean but durable physique, but Minho argued it was because Newt was also working in the gardens these day and he, quote on quote, 'wanted to spend more time ogling at you like a man-whore'.
You always felt your face heat up when Minho would throw suggestive winks and eyebrow waggles at you and the blonde boy, yet you always learned to snigger nonetheless.
"You good?" Newt's accent chirped as merrily as the birds beside you, and you snapped out of your daze.
"Uh- yeah. Yeah, I'm good." You replied bashfully. Newt slapped you on the back with a boyish grin.
"Good that. Come help me grab some fertiliser, will you?" Newt commanded lightly and began to limp off. You followed him with a pinched brow. Fertiliser? You always thought that was a one man job.
Still, you trudged after him towards the deadheads - the grey shadow a welcome break from the overbearing sun that had chosen to rise that day.
"Newt, why did you need my help?" You finally plucked up the courage to ask. "I mean, getting fertiliser kinda feels like a one person job- mph." You huffed heavily when your back collided with a tree, bark scratchy and uncomfortable against your skin where your shirt had ridden up.
"Slim, you shank." Newt muttered affectionately before crashing his lips to yours. His hands fisted in your shirt, keeping your body close to his as his lips explored your own.
Your eyes bugged in surprise, but you soon melted into the kiss as your head began chanting: Newt Newt Newt.
"Klunk." You murmured when the blonde finally pulled away, heavy pants filling the small space between your faces as both your swollen lips pulled into satisfied grins.
"I've been waiting to do that for a while, greenie." Newt chuckled, brown eyes glowing like honey as he flicked his gaze over your body.
Despite the fire burning there, Newt finally pushed his body away from yours and continued on his path to get fertiliser.
"C'mon, greenie!" He called back, waving a hand to get you to follow. You shook your head slightly - dumbfounded and dizzy - before your smile widened even further and you were running to catch up.
...
"This shucking leg has been killing me all day." Newt whined, flopping onto his cot in the room you two shared in the homestead.
Once Alby found out about your not-so-secret relationship (from Minho), he begrudgingly made Newt's room your shared room instead.
"Aww, baby." You pouted back, running a hand through his fluffy hair. "Let me help you." You decided.
Newt frowned at you and you found yourself giggling at the adorable expression.
You shifted him to where you wanted him - his bad leg draped over your thighs - and gave him a quick peck on the lips before beginning.
Newt moaned at the first firm stroke you gave his calf with the heal of your palm.
You snickered, but urged him to tell you about his day anyway as you continued you smooth your thumbs over the mangled muscle and bone giving beneath his pale skin.
Within ten minutes Newt could barely talk except to sing your praises and your hands were starting to ache. You considered stopping for a break, but the blissed-out expression on Newt's face spurred you on as you placed a few gentle kisses to his ankle when you worked.
Newt's eyes slowly fluttered shut at the pillowy feeling of your lips tracing over his calf and up to his knee.
"You can do the other whilst your at it." The blonde mumbled with a cheeky grin. You only shook your head with a smile before swapping over legs and giving the fully-functional limb a similar treatment.
"Do you feel better?" You tried after a little while longer and Newt gave you a thumbs up. You giggled and Newt sighed happily.
"Thanks, greenie. That felt real shuckin' good." Newt thanked you and you nipped his calf in warning.
"I'm no greenie anymore." You scoffed and Newt snickered.
"Only by a week. Don't get ahead of yourself." You only tackled him to the bed in response.
...
Cascades of steam rolled around you, billowing over the cubical doors to create a Misty haze of warmth.
Newt sighed happily as the hot water poured over his shoulders, soothing the gathered tension there.
You had to hold back your own happy moan at the feeling, your eyes sliding shut in pleasure. Newt chuckled at your reaction and you hit him playfully in the chest.
"C'mere, love. Let me clean you up." Newt decided, making grabby hands for you to stand in front of him where he stood under the spray.
With a sigh and a giggle you joined him, back facing him so he could massage a handful of shampoo into your hair.
Lips pressed softly to your shoulder, to the slope of your neck in wet kisses as Newt's slim fingers worked into your scalp until you were relaxing back into him.
"That feel good?" Newt teased.
"Mhm." You hummed in return, eyes still closed. The feel of his breath on your skin was intoxicating.
"My turn." Newt announced after he rinsed the suds away, turning to face the shower wall as you spun to face him. You grinned at his eagerness and grabbed for the bottle before squeezing a generous amount into your palm.
You slathered it between your hands before beginning to rub it into his hair, massaging between strands of dirty-blonde until it was laced with bubbles.
You took a page from Newt's book and began to kiss along his shoulder blades, lips teasing his back as the Brit hummed appreciatively.
That pleased hum quickly turned to a squeal when you shoved his head forwards, chuckling at the boy's out of character reaction as you rinsed out his hair.
"Bloody shank." Newt muttered playfully, wiping the water and suds out of his eyes as he turned to face you. Before he could say anything worse, you smashed your lips to his.
You found yourself backing him up against the tiled wall, lips working fast as you kissed him dizzy.
"Stop making out! It's weird!" Minho's shout came from somewhere else in the showers as you and Newt pulled away with silly grins and boisterous laughs.
"Well, shit. That was a good kiss." Newt hummed lazily and you pecked him lips another time before pulling away.
"Sure was."
...
Newt was actually a blessing sent from Heaven, if there was even such a place in this shucking world.
He looked like pure sin; his lips were parted and swollen - kiss-bitten red - whilst his eyes were tightly shut and his cheeks were flushed a blush pink that stretched from the tips of his ears to his chest.
And yet, he was surely an angel for how well he was opening up for you.
You smirked into his skin, lips resting against the milky skin of his inner thigh as you nipped at it. He whined and bucked up, but a hand on his hip and a soft hush had him settled back into your touch.
You neared his hole, lips pluckered against him before your tongue snuck out and traced the shape of the contracting muscle.
"Klunk!" Newt groaned, throwing his head back into the bed harder. You grinned, and began to lick broad stripes over his entrance until Newt was squirming.
You pulled away when Newt started pushing at your head, fingers twisting into the roots of your hair as he squirmed away from you.
"You're gonna make me come if you keep that up, love." Newt panted, face flushing ruby as his chest heaved. You simpered and nipped playfully at his thigh.
"That's the point." You quipped back and Newt groaned appreciatively.
"Oh!" Newt explained when you slid a finger into him. He hadn't noticed you slicking your fingers up when you pulled away, so the feeling of the cold digit breaching his rim was a pleasant surprise.
You grinned and hooked your finger, searching for that bundle of nerves that would definitely make him see stars.
You knew you found it when Newt's back arched beautifully with a moaned chant of your name.
Amusement flickered in your eye - along with lust, of course - as you watched. You bit your lip and added a second finger.
"Oh, that feels s'good, love." Newt groaned, rolling his hips down into your fingers, "Shuck, please, keep going. Don't shucking stop." Newt began to babble, praises and commands spilling from his lips in moans and groans as you repeatedly aimed for that spot you found.
You held back your own moan at the sight and kept pumping your fingers, hooking them up in every thrust to tip Newt over the edge as fast as you could.
"Klunk! Y/n!" Your name left his lips like a prayer as Newt's legs kicked and failed, his back arched high enough to fit at least two pillows beneath it as he came.
His release striped his stomach and chest, the substance glistening slightly under the artificial lights illuminating the room.
"Shuck." Newt panted, a boyish grin capturing his lips as he started down at you giving him an equally sated smile.
...
"Issac Newton?" Newt buried his reddening-face in his hands as you crooned the name, a teasing grin sliding over your lips.
"Oh, slim it." Newt snapped, but a cheeky grin of his own still stretched his pink lips when you snickered at the name.
"That is the lamest name I've ever heard." You chuckled, poking Newt in the side teasingly as the blonde boy shook with laughter.
"It wasn't my bloody choice!" Newt whined, squirming away from your touch as you continued to poke his sides.
You bit your lip as you looked at your lover. You huffed as your back hit the sheets, Newt's form now straddling you as he tackled you onto the bed.
"Hey!" You exclaimed, already giggling as his slender fingers began tickling at all your sensitive spots. "No fair!" You gasped, wriggling around beneath him as Newt smirked.
"I'll stop when you drop it." He stated as you gave the grinning boy a glare before holding out your hand. Newt eyed you suspiciously before taking your hand and shaking, as if sealing a deal.
He eased off you, taking his weight from your body. You sat up slowly with him, placing a quick peck to his lips before you tackled him back onto the bed with your own smirk.
Newt's eyes were as wide as a deer in headlights, realisation slapping him across the face as you reached for his stomach.
"No! Please have mercy!" He begged jokingly and you beamed down at him.
...
The sound of metal clanking against concrete was masked by the piercing ring of a gun shot.
Newt's grip failed and the knife clattered from his hands, rolling across the ground until it landed at your feet.
Your hand trembled, your hold on the gun loosening until it fell to the tarmac with a resounding, metallic thud.
Newt was still straddling Thomas's now limp thighs, shaking as Thomas's body slumped to the floor. The Brit looked to you, eyes welled with hurtful tears and cheeks stained in inky black streaks.
"I'm sorry." You mumbled, a quiver to your own voice before the needle pierced his pale skin.
Newt slumped back into you, body weakened by the liquid now running through his bloody.
A sigh of relief overcame your shaky sobs when you finally saw the charcoal veins fade out, retreating below the neckline of Newt's shirt.
You casted your gaze to Thomas, lifeless before you and a scream threatened to rip from your sandpaper throat.
Newt babbled groggily, rubbing his eyes as he came to. You looked down at him with an unconvincing smile and a wobbling lip.
"Y/n?" Newt's confused inquiry was followed by a sound of horror as he clocked Thomas's dead body still beneath him. His eyes widened when he clearly remembered what had happened.
In an instant, the boy was clambering away from you, a fearful glint hissing in his irises as he eyed you tentatively.
"Newt, please- I had to!" You pleaded, knees still pressed bitterly into the gravel as tears snaked down your cheeks. Newt shook his head, taking a step back as you reached for him.
"You shot Tommy." Newt stated and you sobbed.
"It killed me to do so." You cried, attempting to crawl towards your lover
"You're not the one that's dead." Newt stated, voice breaking.
"I'm sorry." You whispered. "I'm so so sorry, Newt. You have to forgive me, you have to." You begged, now at Newt's feet.
"You're a monster." Newt mumbled, hurt clouding his eyes as he peered down on you.
The look in your eyes had Newt regretting his words.
"Please." Your voice broke. "Please!" You screamed when you earned no reply.
Newt shook his head, lips pressed together.
"I'd do anything for you." You murmured into Newts thigh as your head lolled forwards, wet cheeks smearing against his WICKED uniform. "Anything."
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Maze - Newt (24)
word count: 1k reader! x Newt
warnings: violence, blood, fight
summary: you wake up in the Box, no memories, no explanations; the only thing that stands out is a certain name, written in bold on the palm of your hand
English is not my first language, enjoy-
CHAP 24
The tunnel was as long and as dark as you can imagine.
I felt the Gladers breaths around me, but no one dared to speak, not even once, in the long journey.
It felt like it took hours reaching its end, but when we stepped another step, suddenly, we were met with bright light.
It took some minutes to analyze the surroundings, but when I did I got a glimpse of a long glass to the side, behind some men and women were writing down something.
Some looked up just a brief second before looking down again, some never even glanced at the intruders, but I could spot some on the back lightly and politely clapping hands.
"It’s them?" I asked.
"The Creators" mumbled Newt.
We kept silent for a second, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did and that was Minho’s clue to act.
"You!" He yelled, his voice as unnatural as an animal, it reminded me of the hogs back in the glade; "you can’t even look at us!" He yelled again.
Like a response, something clicked and a door to our left opened.
A woman, that must have been in her early thirty’s stepped inside, her heels ticking the ground ; behind her, someone who wore a hoodie followed, his face impossible to catch as the cloth was covering his appearances.
"Welcome!" she greeted, "welcome back" she corrected.
"I’m happy to inform you phase one has been completed, we’re very proud of your hard work" her words empty as blood was all over our clothes.
"What are you even talking about" barked Minho.
"What do you want from us" asked again Thomas, his voice much softer.
"What we wanted, we already got, only one thing is left I suppose, only one" her voice incredibly cheerful.
The woman stepped to the side as she left his companion show himself.
The hoodie fall enough of his face to show burned skin, heavy eyes, and my breath hitched as I instantly reached forward: "Gally?"
But the boy looked nothing like himself, his eyes as crazy as the last time I saw them, his hands shaky as he got out a gun, pointing it right at me.
"Gally" i said again, the boy’s eyes lingering on me for a second, as Newt stepped forward, his hand holding back my arm, as his other one shoot forward, eyes glued to the Builder.
"Let’s calm down, alrigh’?"
Gally shook his head, the gun suddenly aiming for the opposite side of the room, Thomas in aim.
"They…are…controlling…" he took a breath, his face contorted in pain as tears fell down his eyes "me" he breathed before the sound of a shot broke the silence.
Everyone flinched, breath sucked, as we looked between us, what had happened?
I touched my stomach, nothing, I was not hurt.
My hands scooted towards Newt’s chest as it was moving up and down quickly, but again, nothing.
Before anyone could move, Chuck’s body fell down, first on his knees, then on his back, blood dripping from his chest.
"Chuck!" I screamed, reaching for the body, but a strong grip held me back.
The boy was trying to catch his breath, failing.
Soft breaths were all he managed to take, before his eyes went empty and his body still.
"Chuck" i said again, this time more like a whisper.
Thomas throw himself at Gally, punching, smashing, punching again.
His fists against the boy echoing in the silent room.
Teresa knelt to the body, her arms traveling for the wound.
"Help us!" she screamed, "he’s dying!", but the people on the other side didn’t look interested in the slightest, taking notes as that was the only reasonable thing to do.
As Gally’s body went still too, Thomas stopped punching, taking himself off the ground, his eyes empty and filled with tears.
I had time to look up, eyes locking with the short haired woman who stood there, her face contorted in a grin, when she muttered: "it’s you".
Another shot broke the air; blood dripped down the woman’s forehead as she fell down, the grin still shown on her face.
"What is happening?!" Minho questioned.
A man stood forward, "I’m taking you out of here, let’s go".
The room erupted in firing sounds, shots, screams, begging.
Everything falling into caos as the man stepped forward again: "I said we need to go!"
When my hand found Newt’s, I took a step forward, begging for everything to stop, hopeful it was now finally over.
We ran through a couple corridors, the man’s voice shouting to keep up in then fast run.
When we left the building behind, I got a glimpse of the structure, as my skin started to burn.
The man pushed us inside a shaky bus, as the driver pushed with all his strength the engine.
We started sprinting towards the unknown, when exhausted, I rested my head on Newt’s shoulder.
"It’s gonna be alright" I whispered.
A couple of seats ahead, Thomas was catching his breath as we locked eyes.
Were we free?
(the final chapter of this crazy journey, hope you loved reading this as much as I loved writing it.
thank you for sticking with me all this time, in hope to get to dream together again, I have one final question for you: enjoyed the ride?
Love, xoxo. Mia.)
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Beautiful Girl
𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗥𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿 (𝗦𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗡𝗼𝗻-𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰)
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗡𝗲𝘄𝘁 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: <𝟭𝗸
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. ‘𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯’ 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘈 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐—
I gasp, shooting up from the make shift bed I call home for the time being. I’m heaving, but no tears are falling. I look around myself frantically, but that’s when I see him. Newt. He’s stirring awake beside me. He’s okay. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks worriedly, sitting up. My breathing calms. “Yeah, I’m okay, sorry.” I whispered to him. “You sure?” He asked, grabbing the water bottle beside the bed and handing it to me. I nodded, drinking it, and laying down, Newt doing the same, and I cuddle into front, and he rests his arm around my waist. He looks so tired, he’s exhausted, and I feel a little bad for waking him up.
As he closes his eyes to go to sleep once again, I speak. “Do you ever get the feeling that...you’re trying to remember someone but, you just can’t?” I ask, looking up at him. “I wish I could say I do.” He said. I sighed. “My dreams are about you, you know?” He quirks a brow. “From before.” I say. “What were we like?” He asks. I clench the jacket he’s wearing between my fingers. “Just like we are now, somehow.” I say. “Almost like it was fate.” I add. He brings his hand from my waist to my face. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” He says, looking into my eyes. Gazing, even. “Kiss me.” I say. And he does as I ask, kissing me oh so lovingly. Passionate and sweet. All I could ever want.
It was supposed to be a short kiss and back to sleep, but that isn’t what happened. His hand slides from my face and under my shirt to my waist. “Newt,” I whisper. He hums. I pull away slightly and whisper, “I want you to make love to me.” I stated. His eyes widen a little, “But we’re both half asleep.” I shake my head, “I don’t care.” And that was all he needed. He then hovered over me, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he ground into me. No roughly though, you have to remember, we’re both tired. We also have to keep quiet, because down the ‘hall’ is our friends who are peacefully sleeping.
He sits up, and pulls off his coat, and I take off my shirt. He kissed me again, and I run my hands under his shirt, he gets the memo, and takes it off. He connects our lips once again, and groans quietly in my mouth. I moan back as he grinds onto me. He pulls off my pants with ease, then leans back to take off his own. He hovers back over me, hands caressing down my sides. “God, you are so beautiful.” He says, breathlessly. I blush, and his lips are back on mine like clockwork. His hands slide down to the hem of my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. He discards them with the rest of our clothes, on the ground. “What did I do to deserve you?” He smiles, not really looking for an answer. I bring my hands to the hem of his boxers, “By being you.” I replied, before pulling them down and he kicks them off. He reaches over to his coat that lays limp on the floor, pulling a condom that we found in the mall weeks and weeks prior, from it and slips it on.
He looks at me, as if asking me if I’m ready without words, because none are needed, I trust him completely. With a nod, he slides into me slowly, and I gasp quietly, and he lets out a breath from his nose, burying his face into my neck. I bring one hand to grasp the hairs at the base of his neck while the other snakes under his to hold his shoulder. He thrusts slowly, but not too slow, it’s perfect. We moan quietly, almost whispers. Our breaths and occasional moans could only be heard by us. It doesn’t take us long for us to be almost there, we never have alone time anymore. He pulls his face from my neck and looks into my eyes. “I love you.” He says and my heart flutters. “I love you too.” I say. And before long we’re both over the edge, and the moment is over. And we put our clothes back on, and lay back down.
“What time is it?” I ask, cuddling into his side.He reached over to the ground to grab his picket watch, glancing at it before answering me. “Almost 2 am.” I don’t respond, I bring my arm to his waist from the inside of his coat, and he wraps his arm around me. We lay in silence for sometime, and when he’s sure I’m asleep he whispers, “I love you.” And cuddles further into me. And I whisper it back.
𝟐/𝟏𝟗/𝟐𝟏
#tmr newt#newt tmr x reader#newt#newt x reader#newt tmr fluff#newt tmr one shot#tmr newt imagine#newt tmr imagine#newt imagine#newt tmr#newt tmr smut#tmr newt smut#the maze runner#the scorch trials#the death cure#the maze runner imagine#the scorch trials imagine#the death cure imagine#tbs#thomas brodie sangster x reader#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster
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Hey! Love your writing! I have a couple of requests: 1. Peter Pan x reader and reader comes and they eventually fall for each other (not without some banter ofc) 2. Newsies x Maze Runner where NEWT IS Newt x reader pls 3. Newsies x Outsiders where Spot and the newsies are in Tulsa. I haven't worked out a plot, but it would be cool. Thanks! You’re amazing!
Wow! Thanks for all the requests! The newsies x maze runner is posted down below (sorry it's so short and cheesy) and the peter pan x reader will be posted shortly. Newsies x outsiders is in the works!
Warnings: talk of Newt's limp, a ton of fluff and cheesiness, and the author not really knowing where to take this, so I kinda made it up as I went along! (Sorry if the ending is bad)
It had been raining in New York for many days and the newsies were getting restless.
Thomas was lounged out on the couch, Minho was styling his hair over and over again, Alby was reading to Chuck and the littler kids, Frypan was stocking and counting the food that the newsies had left, and you and Newt were conversing in a corner.
“I’m getting so bored.” You groaned, flopping over your boyfriend.
Newt laughed, brushing hair out of your face, “I’m sure it’ll stop raining in a couple hours.”
“That’s what you said three days ago!”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know!” You whined, “We’ve done everything we can!”
“We could always sell papes.”
“And go out into the pouring rain?” You asked, “You could get sick.”
“So could you.” Newt pointed out.
“Yeah, but I’m more worried about you.”
Newt sighed softly, “Come on,” he stood, your head banging on the floor from his sudden movement, “Let’s go upstairs. I’m sure we can find something to do.”
You rubbed your bruised head, but followed after him.
“Ooo,” Minho jeered, taking a break from his hair, “They’re going upstairs!”
“Shut up.” You muttered, blushing.
You gripped Newt’s waist as he climbed up the stairs.
Ever since Newt got injured by the Delaney brothers a couple years ago, he had acquired a limp and needed some help adjusting to it.
“I hate this.” Newt grumbled as he hobbled up the stairs, you still helping him.
“I’m sorry.” You said, “I wish it never happened. I want to take the pain away.”
“It’s not your fault,” He sighed, “I just- I feel bad for you.”
“Why?” You asked incredulously, entering the bunking room.
“I feel like I’m dragging you down.” Newt said, “You shouldn’t need to help me every step of the way. It feels like I’m dragging you down.”
“But Newt, I love you.” You countered, sitting on Newt’s bunk, “I would never leave you and you’re not dragging me down. I promise.”
“I know.” Newt smiled sadly, “I love you too.”
“So what do you wanna do?” You poked his side playfully.
He shrugged, sitting down next to you, “Are there any games we could play?”
“I think Gally is playing a round of cards downstairs with some of the other guys.”
“But then we would’ve come upstairs for nothing.”
“True.”
You and Newt sat in silence, the rain thundering on the half-patched roof.
“Can I have a hug?” Newt whispered after a moment.
“Of course baby.” You immediately wrapped your arms around him and Newt sank into your embrace.
“I’m sorry I’m being such a downer.” He mumbled, his voice lost in your shoulder, “I think the rain might be getting to me.”
You laughed, “Understandable.” You paused before saying, “Why don’t we go downstairs, play poker with Gally, win, and then brag about it for years and years.”
“Or we could take a nap.”
You laughed again, “Or that.”
Newt falls back onto the mattress, pulling you down with him.
Eventually, you can hear Newt's breath slowing down and evening out. You crane your neck up to see Newt’s eyes closed peacefully and you can’t help but smile.
Your boyfriend is the one to keep the other newsies’ morale up, and sometimes you think he works too hard at it.
You contemplate going downstairs and joining your friends, but you decide against it. It’s been too long without Newt’s cuddles, and this is the perfect time to get them.
“I love you so much.” You whisper, even though he can’t hear it, “Thank you for everything. You’re not a burden at all. I would drag you to the moon and back if it meant I got to spend every second with you.”
And so you snuggled into his side and closed eyes, letting sleep take you as well.
#tmr newt#newt#tmr newt x reader#newt x reader#maze runner#the maze runner#newsies#newsies au#new york#1898 new york#1899#tmr thomas#thomas#thomas brodie sangster#gally#tmr frypan#minho#alby#fluff#chuck tmr#yee
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A Match Set
Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Pairing: Benny Watts x Reader
Summary: After meeting one night in New York, you and Benny Watts are drawn to each other. As you go through different experiences with one another, you grow closer until it finally gets to be too much for Benny.
Word Count: 2685 Damn
Warnings: Alcohol and also a little sad?
Notes: hehe the plot continues... also please give feedback I’m still new to writing and can use the help 🥺
Your first date with Benny was like all your experiences with Benny. It started out ordinary, and ended up somewhere completely different.
He took you to a small cafe, one of those hidden spots known only to New York natives.
You and Benny sat down in a little corner of your own, and you felt an imbalance when he didn’t look nervous at all. After you ordered you relaxed a bit, finding out that he was just as anxious as you were. Sure, Benny had an incredible poker face, but the way he kept tapping his cheek while he leaned his chin on his hand had been the tell.
On the outside it looked as though the two of you were on a regular date, exchanging all the usual smiles and small flirtations, but that’s where it got a little more interesting.
Benny wasn’t conventional and didn’t care to be, and you were always trying to get past the surface of things. Neither of you cared for menial small talk, and instead went straight into a passionate exchange of thoughts and views. You ended up talking like you had known each other for years. There was a connection there, an obvious chemistry that you hadn’t found before.
There was a second date after that, and it was even better than the last. He had taken you to dinner that time, and once again you found yourselves falling back into discussion about various thoughts and ideas, nothing boring or ordinary.
As you cracked jokes back and forth and learned more about each other, you had a warm feeling. You recognized that for all these last few months, being with Benny was the first time you really felt at home in New York.
That was before, but this is now. Now is when a part of you shattered. Now is just after you got a devastating call that your father was sick.
“Thank you,” you said before hearing the click of placing the phone back on the receiver.
Thank you for what? You were just told your father was dying and you were supposed to say thank you? You had finally gotten the chance to go beyond your small town, thinking everything at home was safe, that it was taken care of. It was your father that convinced you of that.
Living where you did had it’s limits, and there wasn’t much for you there. He pushed you to get out and explore, telling you that you didn’t need to worry about him.
You were taken from your thoughts when you looked at the time, realizing Benny would be picking you up soon. You could’ve canceled, considering the recent circumstances, but you were grasping for normalcy at the moment, trying to shove away the awful reality you were just hit with. You told yourself it wasn’t because you were running away, you were just being considerate of benny. Yes, you were just being considerate. That meant you could push off thinking about all this until you got home.
This time, you and Benny were walking together in Central Park, and you were trying to pay attention to what he was saying as best you could.
“Hey, y/n?” You heard benny’s voice break through the numbness.
“Sorry, what?” You were embarrassed that he caught you blatantly ignoring what he was saying.
“I was asking if you were able to come to to the championship, but I think you’ve got other things on your mind.” He didn’t seem offended, more concerned.
“I’d love to, I know how important chess is for you, and I haven’t gotten the chance to see you get really competitive.” He would’ve been happier to hear your answer had he not seen straight though you.
“Right now, you’re what’s really important to me. Just tell me what’s really going on.” His admittance for caring about you would’ve made filled your heart yesterday, but today it made you want to run away.
“Nothing is going on.”
“You’ve been off the whole day, I just want to know why.”
“Nothing is going on. Why are you so convinced that there is?” Your tone became slightly more aggressive.
“Hey, you don’t have to tell me right-“
“Just leave it Benny!” You snapped, letting go of his hand and and walking away from him. You didn’t know why you took off from someone you liked so much, but you didn’t really know why anything was happening at all.
You were stopped as Benny ran after you and grabbed you hand firmly. You tried to pull away, but he was stronger than you. He spun you around to face him. You became acutely aware of the tears that had started to fall from your eyes. Looking up into his eyes was your breaking point.
You let out a sob before caving into him. You felt his arms wrap around you before letting him usher you to a bench. He held you for what seemed like forever, until you were too tired to cry anymore. He was rubbing you back and gave you a little smile when you faced him. You apologized and hastily wiped away your tears, but he insisted that it was ridiculous of you to be sorry. You still felt guilty after your breakdown, so you explained what was going on to make it up to Benny. You couldn’t exactly run away anymore, physically or emotionally.
“It’s my dad. I got a call this morning. He’s sick, but he wants me to stay here. How am I supposed to stay here, dealing with a new job, a new life really, while my dad’s back home dying?” You let Benny see all the stress you were under, ready for him to leave now that he’s seen you as a mess.
“All those things, you have to take one at a time. If your dad’s what’s important right now, just focus on that.” It was easier said than done, but Benny wasn’t the emotional type and he didn’t know exactly what to say, but he cared, that much was clear. You just nodded, trying to pull yourself back together. “Are you going to listen to him? Are you going to stay here?” You could tell that behind his question, he was scared that you would say no.
“I- I don’t know yet.”
“Whatever you need, I’m here.” He said as he gently placed a hand on your cheek. It was smooth and warm and you wanted to lean into it, but you snapped out of it.
“Maybe what we both need is for you not to here.” You didn’t want to hurt him, but your walls had rushed back up. You had so many things going on, and the last thing you needed was a boyfriend. It pained you to say it, but you wanted to be honest.
“I don’t have to be here as... whatever we have going on now... but I can be here as a friend.” As of today, romance was off the table for you, but a friend was different, and Benny wasn’t the type to let go of you so easily, even if a friendship was all he could get.
You just nodded and looked down into your lap, not knowing what to do now. Benny knew it was time for silence, so he held your face in his hands so you looked up at him. He didn’t say anything as he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the tears sitting on your cheeks. It wasn’t a romantic act, it was more endearing, a quiet action as if to say that he was willing to catch you if you fell.
You let out a small laugh at his little gesture. His eyes radiated a sort of comfort now that you he was edging into a part of your life that even you avoided.
With the intention of continuing your date that wasn’t really a date anymore, he grabbed your hand to pull you up from the bench. When he tried to let go, you didn’t let him. He looked at you curiously but he didn’t question it. You didn’t even know why you did it, still mentally screaming to push him away. You both just ended up going along with it, holding hands for the rest of the day until he walked you back home.
Nearly 3 weeks had passed since then and you hadn’t gone out or had contact with anyone. Despite your moment with Benny, you had still distanced yourself from him. Holed up in your apartment, existing off of gin, cigarettes, and frozen foods; ignoring calls, presumably from your friends.
You sat in the middle of the living room floor, forcing yourself to sketch. It had been therapeutic for you before, but now you found yourself more agitated as your drawings felt forced.
“Argh!” You yelled out into the room as you threw the papers across the floor. The one thing that you could always turn to was your ability to do art, and now you felt a block.
After taking a swig of gin, you laid back on the floor. You had turned to alcohol after another call with your father. He demanded that you stay in New York and that you go on with your life. Instead you felt like you were at a standstill, unable to keep going knowing that the one person left in your life wouldn’t make it another couple of months, and yet you were unable to see him. It made you hurt and angry that he didn’t want you home, but you wouldn’t go against his dying wishes.
You groaned when you heard the sound of the phone. You dragged your hands across your face when it wouldn’t stop ringing, forcing yourself up to confront whoever was pestering you.
“What the fuck!”
“Glad to know you’re alive.” Bennys voice greeted you.
“Can’t you tell when someone wants to be alone?” You missed Benny, but you were slightly drunk and your defenses were up.
“What someone wants and what someone needs are two very different things.”
“Well then tell me what I need.” You said sarcastically.
“You should come out with us. We’ve been calling, Cleo and Annette and the rest of us. We haven’t heard from you.”
“Well the reason you haven’t heard from me is because I haven’t been answering.”
“Funny,” he said humorlessly, “we all miss you.” He paused, “I miss you. And I said I’d always be here so I have to make good on my promise.”
You paused. You had to admit, you missed them and Benny too, but everything just seemed so scary right now. For all your philosophies and ideas, you were hiding from your own thoughts. Going out with people would only expose them.
“I can’t.”
“You don’t have to have a night out, but have coffee with me at least.”
“Benny I-“
“Great. I’ll be there in five.”
“What? Benny no-“ He hung up. The bastard hung up on you. His audacity was what actually made you laugh for the first time in days. After a minute of laying on the floor, you gathered energy to trudge over to the bathroom and make an attempt to clean yourself up. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you made a grimace at your reflection. You brushed your hair and washed your face, brushing your teeth twice to get rid of the alcohol on your breath. You swiped some face makeup to conceal your dark circles and changed out of the pajamas you had been living in.
You buzzed Benny in, expecting him to wait downstairs in the lobby like usual. Instead you heard a knock at the door in the middle of clearing things up. You got flustered as you rushed around to pick up glasses, pillows and other articles littering the floor.
“I thought we were going for coffee,”You said as you opened the door, panting slightly.
“I thought I would make things easy, come to you.” He said as he made his way in, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “plus ive never been in here.” He took a look around, making no comments about the state of your apartment. He made himself comfortable, going through your kitchen, presumably looking for coffee or something to eat. “Do you want anything? More gin maybe?” He said as he picked up an empty bottle sitting on the counter.
“Benny-“ you warned, silencing him. He joined you on the couch with some chips he found in the cabinets and a can of coke.
“We don’t have to talk about anything serious, I just don’t want you to be alone. For my own sake really.” He turned his head away from you while saying the last part.
“You know I should be a dick more often, I’m making you all soft.” You nudged him in the shoulder as a small smile crept up on his lips, lightening the mood. Something about him being there made you unconsciously drop your facade. You had to admit it was nice to relax for a moment.
“Hey don’t go telling everyone.”
You didn’t talk about anything serious like Benny said you wouldn’t. After a while you eased into laughing and chatting casually. Eventually the conversation reached a comfortable lull.
“I missed you too you know. I didn’t say it over the phone.” You told him. Having him here with you made you feel bad for your outburst. You admired his patience for you.
“I knew.” He shrugged as he gave you a sideways little smirk.
“cocky bastard.” You said jokingly.
“Your favorite cocky bastard” he tilted his head towards you as he lifted his brow, smiling.
“Top 3 maybe.” You leaned back like you were pretending to think about it.
Suddenly you remembered what you talked about before the little breakdown you had on your walk.
“The championship! Do you still want me to go?” You sat up with your sudden remembrance.
“Course I do. I didn’t know you would still be up for it.” Benny looked happy, but you could tell he didn’t want to get his hopes up.
“I didn’t think I was, but I didn’t want to miss you winning.” You ruffled his fluffy blonde hair. He gave you that cocky smirk again. You really won points by stroking bennys ego.
“Well we can drive together then. It’s next week.” He said it nonchalantly, but he smiled as he took a sip of his drink.
You paused, not realizing the championship was so soon. You thought you had at least a month. You didn’t feel as though you were ready to enter back into the world yet. Just Benny was alright but having to hold your own with all those people while Benny played scared you. Benny caught your hesitation and went to hold your hand. They were chess players hands, soft with long fingers that intertwined with yours. They were cold and his rings were a bit uncomfortable, but your breath still hitched a bit.
No. You said you wouldn’t get involved with him. Still, you kept your hand in his. It was probably the one mildly romantic thing either of you could get without risking the friendship falling apart at this time.
“How exciting,” you finally continued. You lifted your coke and you and Benny cheers-ed together. Once again that warm feeling of home crept in, that feeling you got when being with Benny. No matter how many walls you built up, Benny, someone you hadn’t even known for more than a couple months, had an amazing way of bursting through.
Just this morning you were firmly committed to becoming a hermit, and now you were planning a road trip. You chalked it up to Benny being special to you. No, you pushed that thought away again. Special in a friend way. That’s what you needed, and that’s what he was willing to be. You were in a state of conflict around him, shoving him away and holding his hand to pull him close. You shook off your thoughts and looked at Benny, and there was a moment where his eyes shone with admiration, and then it was gone as he turned his head away and continued to talk about one of his chess feats while you listened attentively, just happy to be around him again, even if it was unwillingly at first.
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