#TMR Newt X Reader drabble

[opustenaajlica]

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏

𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑴𝑬:

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𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑪.𝑨𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑰

𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻:

the maze runner

harry potter

stranger things

house md

alchemy of souls(and other kdramas and movies)

stray kids, bts and other kpop groups(female as well)

marvel

vampire diaries

you

formula one, two, etc.

football

tennis, boxing and other sports(i just find random men and women to crush on)

minecraft youtubers

fnaf

just general some youtubers(such as sam and colby, coryxkenshin, etc.)

some celebrities, rappers, actors, etc.

i can't remember what else, that's the end so far.

[myceliumsunshine]

Master List

hey! i thought i'd finally make a master list, after posting like 10 fics on here lol. my name is sun and i write for sam winchester, but i also take requests and will give writing a anything a go! this list will be updated as new fics are posted.

S.W. Series

Clubbing Part One - Clubbing Part Two - Two Days Later Part Three - The Odyssey Part Four - Bind Me To You

THE RISE AND FALL OF SAM WINCHESTER'S PRINCESS masterlist Femininomenon Red Wine Supernova After Midnight

S.W. Stand Alone

The Truth Hurts Lullabies Love You Baby - drabble Pretty, Pink, Proffesional I Could Fight A Bear A Long Day Me and the Devil Frantic Romantic Daddy Issues Wagon Wheel I love you, I'm not sorry - sequel to I love you, I'm sorry Pony Dangerous Woman - Writing Challenge Wouldn't It Be Nice - Snapshot Challenge Walking on Sunshine - Snapshot Challenge

B.B. Stand Alone

One Night

C.N. Stand Alone

Love is an Open Door Angel - drabble I Love You, I'm Sorry - Cas x Reader x Dean

SPN Platonic Fics

Rich Girl Don't Stop Believin' - Snapshot Challenge

D.W. Stand Alone

Black Dog I Love You, I'm Sorry - Dean x Reader x Cas (link above) Jealous Girl - Writing Challenge

TMR Newt Stand Alone

Run Boy Run

S.W. & D.W Stand Alone

C'est La Vie - Snapshot Challenge

My wattpad My Ao3

^ these have different selection of fics from different fandoms. each is different as well

[ekdmarsrem4]

I WOULD’VE BEEN SCARED TOO (NEWT X READER)

Request: Can I get a combination of "You're not in bed. I came looking for you" and [Hugs for a very long time] with Newt?

It’s become instinct, reaching for her during the night. Even in his sleep, Newt aches for the feel of her skin, for the warm weight of her body between his arms.

Half-conscious & eyes still shut, he reaches over to her side of the bed - fingers patting the sheets, searching for the warm softness of her skin.

Except, the sheets are cold...

Newt wakes with a gasp. Jolting upright, he scans the room with wide eyes while panic floods his belly. “Y/N?” He pushes out of bed, stumbling over to the door while his heart pounds against his ribs - a frantic, desperate beat that steals his breath.

He bolts out the door but bumps into something - someone - not halfway down the hall.

“Newt?”

She’s there, right in front of him. Seemingly unharmed, staring up at him with big eyes brimming with concern. “Newt?” she says again, touching his cheek with tender fingertips. “What’s going on? What’s wrong--”

She doesn’t get the words out before Newt wraps his arms around her waist & buries his nose in her neck, nuzzling there, sniffling against her, breathing her in.

His heartbeat starts to settle when he feels her hugging back - her little hands splayed against his back, pulling him closer. “Please tell me what’s wrong.” she begs softly, squeezing him tighter, tracing her fingers up & down his spine in slow, soothing strokes.

When Newt finally speaks, his voice comes out cracked & shaky. “You’re not in bed...I reached for you & I couldn’t find you so I came looking for you--”

Y/N cuts him off, shushing him gently. She feels him inhale deeply against her neck, still nuzzling as if trying to burrow beneath her skin. “I’m sorry.” she murmurs, voice soft as silk & warm like a blanket. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just went to check on Chuck, to see if his fever went down.”

“Did it?” Newt asks, words muffled against her.

“Yeah. He’s doing a lot better.”

“Good.” The tremble in Newt’s voice is gone, but his grip on Y/N hasn’t let up, not even a little. He’s still clinging to her, like she’s the only thing keeping his feet on the ground.

“How about we head back to bed?” Y/N says into Newt’s shoulder, still squeezing him tight, keeping him warm against her.

Newt hums in reply & slowly - very reluctantly - lifts his head out of the crook of her neck. He stares down at her, smiling shyly, feeling bashful all of a sudden. “Sorry.”

Y/N cups his face, swipes her thumb over his flushed cheek. “Nothing to be sorry for.” she reassures. “I would’ve been scared too.” 

She goes up on her tiptoes to bump her forehead against his, smiling when their noses touch too. “I love you.” She says it like a promise, & Newt feels his soul settle as he whispers the words back to her.

Thanks for reading! Any and all comments/feedback/re-blogs are always greatly appreciated! Please let me know what you thought!

[swanimagines]

Hello! Could you please do Newt (The Maze Runner) + Yellow by Coldplay? Thank you very much!

Look at the stars / Look how they shine for you / And everything you do

Fandom: The Maze Runner

A/N: Newt!! ❤ Sorry for the huge delay, I hope you like it!

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, but also hurt/comfort

Word count: 378

The night air at the edge of the Last City wasn't like it had been at the Glade, it smelled bad and definitely didn't help with your anxiety. Tomorrow would be the day you'd try to rescue Minho. You ventured to the roof to try and clear your thoughts a little, but you were met with your friend already sitting there.

"Hey," you softly said and sat beside Newt. He glanced at you briefly, clutching his arm and you felt your stomach turn slightly at the thought of your friend's infection. Newt had already come to terms with it, at least he tried to act it out as such. He kept saying that Minho is your top priority and that he doesn't matter. Which made you want to scream that how can he say something like that, the thought of losing him was unbearable.

"Couldn't sleep?" Newt asked, and you shook your head.

"What if it won't work? What if we can't get Minho out?" you mumbled and Newt sighed.

"Thomas knows what he's doing. We have Teresa and she'll get us to Minho."

"What if she has a plan to betray us again?"

Newt didn't say anything to that at first, he knew that Teresa could very well have plans to pull out some surprise stunt.

"Even if she will, we'll have each other. Look at the stars, Y/N," he finally told you, pointing to the sky. "They shine for us, just like back at the Glade. Remember? I taught you some constellations."

You reminisced that time, it felt like it had happened only yesterday but at the same time it felt like it has been centuries when you and Newt just laid on the grass, joking together and looking at the stars. Newt saying that the stars were there to comfort him if he felt sad, and that they shine for them who need encouragement. Somehow, it had helped you a lot when you had come up in the Box.

Newt turned his eyes back to the sky too as you did, being met with a marvelous sight of millions of bright stars. He found himself smiling slightly, even with this ugly world, there was beauty in places where you knew to look for it.

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[imaginesbymk]

The Maze Runner Drabble.

Characters: Newt x Reader

Prompts: #9 “Whoa, watch out!”

Requested

—YOU WERE IN THE MIDST OF helping Vince and the Right Arm prepare the boat to transport everyone and everything to a safe haven. Time flew by and all you did when you rested was wipe the sweat from your forehead until you were called again.

You rushed over. “Something happened?”

“Sorry, y/n. Could you please bring this basket to the cart?” You grabbed the handles of each side and examined what was inside.

“Clothes,” you pointed out.

“Yeah,” the person nodded. “Donated, most are clean—I think. But we just wanna be on the safe side and wash them when we get there.”

“What’s there?”

The person smiled. “Home.”

Home. You carried the ten pound basket of quite literal laundry and shuffled your way through obstacles of rocks and sand. Where exactly is this home? Would it ever feel like home? And what if there is no home to go to? To call it a home to begin with? And—

“Whoa, watch out!” someone shouted. But it was too late, and out came the basket of piled clothes landing on top of the British teenager, creating a mountain of T-shirts and pants.

You yelled in shock as you tripped over a rock after getting lost in your thoughts and that made you throw your hands when the loss of balance came in, and just your luck—the avalanche of unknown clean or dirty clothes landed on Newt.

“I’m so sorry Newt!” you frantically ran down to help him. You removed a pair of trousers from his face. “Are you okay?”

Newt grinned. “Yeah. I’m all right.”

—tags @ladyxblake @myriadimagines @lotsoffandomimagines

[bauwhores-blog]

Ok guys I need your help. I would love it if you could send me some requests for imagines maybe some Teen Wolf , Harry Potter, Anne with an e , TVD , TMR, Peter Parker , Tom Holland , Thomas Brodie Sangster.

[where-dreamers-go]

“Last Kiss” TMR Newt x Reader

(A/N: Takes place during The Maze Runner: The Death Cure. Also this is a drabble, so it’s really short.)

Standing just outside of where everyone slept, you waited.

Newt had asked for you to wait for him. He had already figured that after the last meeting, Thomas would soon run off on his own. Newt and Frypan were a step ahead.

“Hey, love,” Newt appeared from around a corner.

“Hey, fluff-hair.”

You both met in an embrace.

“Remember to watch out for the younger ones. They scare just as easily.”

“I will,” you ran your fingers through his hair. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

“Like following a last second plan from Thomas? I’ll do my best, love.”

His fingers wove between yours.

“Newt.”

“Hmm?”

“If you find a cure…”

“I love you.” His fingers squeezed your own.

You sighed. “I love you too, Newt.”

The kiss that followed was firm, but unhurried. Lips reacting and moving in their own dance.

Your heart yearned for Newt to stay. To be by your side and not face any more dangers. To be absorbed in his aura of love and assurance as he held you.

Taking a fleeting breath, Newt pressed for more. Pulling your bottom lip between his lips with a lightness only he could achieve.

“You’re my paradise,” Newt whispered.

~~~

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[imaginexmeintheuniverse]

Can you do a newt au?

Day 11: Character A is pretending to be their friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. Character B is said friend’s sibling.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

A/N: this is going to be a modern college au in which the gladers are the said siblings

❄ ❊ ❄  ❊  ❄  ❊

“No!”

“Come on, Y/N,” Minho pleads with you.

“Absolutely not!”

“Please” he starts to beg, hands clasped together. “It’sonly going to be my family and the Gladers.”

His group of friends from high school call themselves ‘the Gladers’. You’re not sure why— you vaguely recall him telling you about something to do with a school team.

“Wait- is Newt going to be there?”

“Uh…” That response in itself is enough to make you groan in defeat. “You’ll still come though, right?”

“Minho, he hates me!”

“He does not!”

“Yes he does!”

You feel that it’s fair for you to assume that the guy hates you for no reason seeing as you’ve never done anything to him— or at least that you can think of. It’s frustrating because he seems so happy and cool around literally everyone but you. Whenever you’re around, it’s all one-word replies and averted gazes.

“Please, Y/N, he’s my best friend—” You shoot him a glare with daggers in your eyes. “O-Other than you of course- look, you’re both my best friends, and it would be great if you can get along- for me, please- I’ll owe you big time for this!” The way Minho is looking at you, you can make it through one night to help your best friend out. He really needs this.

“All right, whatever, just text me the details.

"Trust me, Y/N, Newt definitely doesn’t hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismiss him, not believing that for a second, but he’s never looked so relieved and you’ve always wanted to meet his family— however you had imagined it under different circumstances.

You just hope you won’t regret your decision.

❄ ❄ ❄

By the time you and Minho arrive to his family home, the party is already in full swing. Food is laid out on tables and counters, the smaller kids are running around, the gladers are taking shots with some of Minho’s uncles, and his parents and aunts are quick to grill the two of you with questions.

In fact, they didn’t even let you inside until you kissed him under the mistletoe that hung over the front porch. You simply pecked him on the cheek, like you have many times before.

You love your best friends family, but how are you supposed to proceed after this? What are you supposed to do for the next family event? And what happens when one of you actually starts dating someone and then you’re reintroduced as his best friend? You and him clearly didn’t think that through. As you watch him goofing off with the gladers you decide that it’ll have to be a problem to deal with later on.

“Minho!” His mother calls out from across the room. “You need to move your car!”

“You are definitely not in any condition to be getting behind the wheel,” you state, watching him hiccup with a glass of Gally’s moonshine in his hand. He chuckles in agreement, and almost stumbles in the process of rummaging for his keys.

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best girl-friend ever!” He slurs, laughing at his own pun as you head out, not bothering to put on your coat.

Gritting your teeth at the cold leather seat freezing you through your pants, you move his car so that his aunt can leave, waving goodbye to her as she drives by. You’re very temped to stay in Minho’s car, long enough so it can heat up and you can just bathe in that warmth for a bit before returning inside to play the role of his significant other.

But you don’t. You leave the car and try not to slip on ice as you make your way back in, however a tall figure stands in front of the door and doesn’t move out of your way.

Given the sub-zero temperature and how the said tall figure has been going about his usual routine of ignoring you in social interactions but then glaring at you, it’s fair to say that him standing in your way irritates you.

“Hey Newt,” You don’t bother to hide the annoyance in your voice as you try to non-verbally cue him to move out of the way. But he doesn’t. “Okay, what the hell is your problem?!” You aren’t sure what snapped inside you, but you get along so well with the rest of the gladers that it’s just too frustrating that you’re not being treated like the rest of the group. At this point, you just want to get to the bottom of whatever the issue is. “Why do you hate me- what did I ever do to you?!”

“N-Nothing—” He blinks a few times, taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“Oh really?” A small part of you kinda feels bad because he looks like a deer caught in headlights— completely helpless in an adorable way, his big brown eyes hitting you in a soft spot you didn’t know you had— but that’s not the point here. “Then why is it that you can’t even look at me in the eyes- or-or say more than two words to me? What did I do to make you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you,” he says in a voice so small you have to do a double take to make sure you heard right. “I-I’m sorry if I gave you that impression- wow I-I’m so embarrassed- and surprised Minho hasn’t told you.” Your pissed-off expression quickly turns into a puzzled one as you try to decipher what he’s going on about. “I don’t hate you- it-it’s quite the opposite, actually.”

“Newt, what are you saying?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, simply giving you a shrug and a sheepish lopsided smile as he nervously scratches the back of his head.

“I suppose I just don’t know how to act around you- I know it sounds like a load of klunk, but—” You don’t wait to hear the last of his sentence before cutting him off by capturing his lips with yours.

You’re not quite sure what came over you— maybe it’s the spirit of Christmas, the mistletoe you had just noticed has been hanging over your heads, or your plummeting body temperature begging you to get warmer, but you’ve managed to take him by surprise yet again tonight— as well as yourself. He doesn’t respond at first, standing frozen and shocked with his eyes wide, and you pull back before he gets a chance to.

You watch him, trying to gauge his reaction as your panted breaths cloud the air in front of you.

“Wh-what was th- why- did you—” he stutters, still completely shocked and frozen.

“Th-the mistletoe—” You gesture upwards to the hanging branch, and his gaze follows.

“Ah, r-right,” He nods nervously, still not knowing how to feel about what just happened.

“D-Did you really mean what you said before- a-about not hating me?”

Seeing that he’s not the only nervous one here, a small smile curves his lips. He slips a hand around the back of your head, his long fingers lacing through your hair, and he leans down to connect his lips to yours once again. His mouth moves slow, but insistently and— holy shit you’d never had imagined that Newt of all people would be the one leaving you breathless under the mistletoe.

He pulls back only a little, his hand still supporting your head and you can still feel his long eyelashes skimming your cheeks. After catching your breath, you allow your eyelids to flutter open and melt into his gaze.

“I’ve sort of been wanting to do that for some time now,” he admits, biting his lip.

“Then why didn’t you tell me sooner!” You slap his arm, and he seems stunned at first, but then a sheepish grin replaces the shocked expression. “You let me think that you hated me for two years when we could have been dating!?”

“I’m sorry, love,” he chuckles as you roll your eyes.

“Well, better late than never I suppose…”

With that, you grab him by the collar and pull him into a bruising kiss before smoothing your skirt and heading back inside.

Entering the party the once again, you and Newt try not to give anything away, and spend the rest of the night stealing glances that would have the rest of the gladers raising their eyebrows if they weren’t too tipsy to notice.

*BONUS ENDING*

Minho stumbles his way to the upstairs bathroom where he assumes no one else will be, and opens the door to reveal your lips attached to Newt’s jaw, and his hands pulling you tight at your waist while you're sat on the counter.

“wHAT THE FUCK GUYS!?”

You and Newt break apart, stumbling and you brush yourselves off— as if that would make this scene any less awkward.

“When I said I wanted my two best friends to get along I didn’t mean like this at my family Christmas party!”

You and Newt share a sheepish glance; he can’t wipe the goofy smile off his face and his hair is sticking up at odd angles, and you don’t even want to know how much of a mess you must be.

Looking back at Minho, you raise your hands, shrugging, “Uh, we can call it even?”

[justauthoring]

Terrified // Newt

Request: Newt x reader where they escaped WCKED and both are at the safe haven and Newt isn’t acting himself because he is still thinking about the flare what it did to him (he’s cured now though). The reader notices and worries for her boyfriend (Newt)

Please don’t plagiarize my work! Word Count: 460

Newt hadn’t been the same ever since you reached the Safe Haven. At first, you thought it was just because of everything that happened. Because of all that you’d lost and all you’d had to sacrifice to get here. You thought he would, eventually, over time, become himself once more.

But it never happened. You waited, and waited, and still, he seemed closed off. Cold. Isolated. 

The two of had been through what felt like hell and back, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Because you got to spend it by Newt’s side. You’d nearly lost him, too. And now, it felt like you had.

“Newt,” you called, your voice soft. His head raised at the sound of your voice, watching as you entered the tent the two of you shared. His lips parted slightly in question and with a deep frown, you took a seat next to him. Part of you believed he already knew what this was about. You’d tried to bring it up plenty of times, but each time he’d pushed it aside. “I need to know if you’re okay. I can’t keep living like this.”

“Y/N-”

“Please,” you cut off, voice desperate. “Newt.”

Newt sighs, his shoulders falling, and then he looks down, glancing at his hands. It takes him a moment to gather his courage, and then, he let out a shaky sigh. “I’m just scared, is all.”

“Is all?” You question, brows furrowing. “Scared of what, Newt?”

“Of myself,” he whispers, shaking his head. He doesn’t once glance at you. “Of the Flare.”

“But you’re cured now-”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t remember what I was like,” Newt interrupts, finally raising his head. “I remember everything that happened, Y/N. Ever raging thought that passed through my mind. I remember trying to kill Tommy...”

Reaching forward, you set your hand on Newt’s hand, squeezing it. “That wasn’t you.”

“Yes, it was.”

Scooting closer, you shake your head. “No,” you assure, “it wasn’t. It was the disease. The disease you no longer have. This is you Newt, and me, and we are here, in the Safe Haven, and we are safe. But I need you to be here with me.”

Newt doesn’t say anything first, just looks at you. Then, you lean in, pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. “I love you, Newt.”

You hope your words reassure him. Give him the push he needs to be himself once more.

And, it seems, they do. Because a moment later, a small smile falls on his lips, and he leans forward, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in for an embrace. His grip is tight, secure, but also vulnerable.

“Thank you.”

You return the embrace, smiling, not with pity, but with relief.

-

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[ekdmarsrem4]

DO YOU TRUST ME? (NEWT X READER DRABBLE)

Request: Newt x reader drabble with prompt “do you trust me?” please??? Your writing literally makes my day whenever I see it on my feed!!! Thank you so much!!!

Newt can’t help but sigh happily at the feeling of Y/N cuddled under his arm, her little fingers trailing back & forth across his stomach - soothing caresses that make his soul feel lighter.

He tightens his grip on her - a gentle squeeze that makes her feel warm & protected, cherished & his.

Y/N tilts her head up, nuzzles the skin of his neck with the tip of her nose. “You’re beautiful.” she tells him - soft declaration through smiling lips.

Newt stills at her words, breath hitching at the back of his throat as his heart skips. A smile - wide & awestruck - lights up his face as he looks down at her & meets her gaze. He swallows, not knowing what to say - his mind too dizzy with love to form coherent thoughts.

Y/N understands, though. She can see it in his eyes, the way he adores her wholeheartedly. She reaches up & cups his cheek, offering him a warm, gentle palm to lean into.

And he does, breathing a blissful sigh at the feeling.

“Don’t be a runner.” he says, turning his face to whisper against her hand. “Stay here, with me, just like this...where I can keep you safe.” He cradles her jaw while she cradles his, every stroke of his thumb a silent plea for her safety. “Let me keep you safe.”

Y/N leans up & pecks his chin, fingers soft against his neck as she murmurs, “I have to do this, Newt. We need more runners if we’re gonna make it out of here.”

“But--”

“Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone.” 

“Then trust that I’ll make it back to you. Trust me when I promise that I’ll never, ever leave you, okay?”

Breath tight in his throat, Newt manages a quiet “Okay” in reply. He forces himself to mirror the hopeful smile on Y/N’s lips, but his fear of losing her doesn’t fade. He knows it never will.

Thanks for reading! Any and all comments/feedback/re-blogs are always much appreciated :)

[bisexualstevierogers]

Safe and Sound (Newt X Reader) {Drabble}

Fandom: The Maze Runner Pairing: Newt X Reader Word Count: 303 Warning: Some sexual themes (: For: @i-eat-books-crunch who requested a Newt X Reader with the prompt “in the glade right before they escape” that was fluff, smut, or fluffy smut. I chose fluff with some sexual themes because smut is hard to write as a drabble. I hope you like it! 💖

Ever since Thomas came up in the box, things in the Glade had been changing.

Ben was gone, Zart was gone, Alby was gone; so many people were gone. You couldn’t handle losing anyone else.

You especially couldn’t handle losing Newt.

The Grievers had finally left, though for how long, you didn’t know. Everyone had decided to get some rest, and you were curled up with your head on Newt’s chest.

Tomorrow, you, Newt, Thomas, Teresa, Minho, and some of the other boys would be leaving. You were either going to escape the maze or die trying.

“We’re gonna make it out of here, right?” You asked softly, your voice trembling.

“Of course we are.” Newt answered easily. He turned his head so he could press a kiss to your forehead.

“How do you know?”

“I don’t.” Newt said quietly. “But I have to believe that we will.”

“If anything happens to me-”

“Don’t.” Newt said sharply. “Nothing’s going to happen to either of us. You got that? We’re going to get out of here, and you and me are going to grow old and gray together.”

You tilted your head up and caught Newt’s lips in a kiss. You smiled against his lips as he groaned gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And you’re right, of course. I’m just worried about tomorrow.”

“It’ll be alright, love.” Newt assured. “Why don’t I help you take your mind off of it?”

“I would like that very much.”

At your words, Newt pulled you onto him fully, his hands sliding down to your hips.

He pressed a kiss to your jaw, then your neck, making you moan.

You were still worried about tomorrow, but at least for now, you and Newt were together, and you were safe, and that was all that mattered.

End. <3

[mystic-writings]

Day Ten - Christmas dialogue prompt 12 "It looks like Santa threw up here." with Newt

masterlist | christmas drabble event (closed) | event masterlist

“Minho, don’t put the garland there! It goes on the door frames, not the windowsill!” You shouted over your shoulder, arms outstretched as you pinned a felt Santa to the wall.

Newt had been gone all day, promising to fulfill most of the Christmas shopping while you and Minho, your roommate, decorated the apartment. The tree went first, decorated almost the same as it had been last year. Then, all the other decorations were put up. Figurines that your mother gave you from your childhood, peel-away stickers on the windows, lights around the frames and garland pinned around door frames.

You were still working on pinning the felt Santa to the wall, Minho rooting through the bin of decorations, when you heard the front door swing shut. Not even a minute after the door had closed, Newt walked into the living room with his hands filled with bags and melting snow on his shoulders, looking around the room curiously.

You and Minho smiled nervously at the blond as he looked around and said, “It looks like Santa threw up in here,” he dropped the bags on the couch, “remind me to never ask the two of you to decorate without my supervision again.”

Despite his words, there was still a smile on his face as he looked around at the apparently over-decorated apartment, making you and Minho exchange smiles of your own. You both knew how much Newt loves Christmas, and there was no doubt that, even if you’d gone a bit overboard, he liked seeing the decorations.

The man put away his jacket and scarf before re-entering the room, walking over to admire the tree. Turning to you, Newt approached with a smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The action caused you to smile brightly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Hey, what about me?” Minho asked, and you looked over at the pouting man as your boyfriend broke away, jokingly gripping his face and planting a kiss on his cheek. “Eugh! Dude, why was that so wet?!”

You couldn’t stop the laughter that burst from you as Minho dramatically wiped his cheek with his palm, grimace contorted dramatically.

[lilys-little-library-blog]

Safe and Sound (Newt X Reader) {Drabble}

Fandom: The Maze Runner Pairing: Newt X Reader Word Count: 303 Warning: Some sexual themes (: For: @i-eat-books-crunch who requested a Newt X Reader with the prompt “in the glade right before they escape” that was fluff, smut, or fluffy smut. I chose fluff with some sexual themes because smut is hard to write as a drabble. I hope you like it! 💖

Ever since Thomas came up in the box, things in the Glade had been changing.

Ben was gone, Zart was gone, Alby was gone; so many people were gone. You couldn't handle losing anyone else.

You especially couldn't handle losing Newt.

The Grievers had finally left, though for how long, you didn't know. Everyone had decided to get some rest, and you were curled up with your head on Newt's chest.

Tomorrow, you, Newt, Thomas, Teresa, Minho, and some of the other boys would be leaving. You were either going to escape the maze or die trying.

“We're gonna make it out of here, right?” You asked softly, your voice trembling.

“Of course we are.” Newt answered easily. He turned his head so he could press a kiss to your forehead.

“How do you know?”

“I don't.” Newt said quietly. “But I have to believe that we will.”

“If anything happens to me-”

“Don't.” Newt said sharply. “Nothing's going to happen to either of us. You got that? We're going to get out of here, and you and me are going to grow old and gray together.”

You tilted your head up and caught Newt's lips in a kiss. You smiled against his lips as he groaned gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And you're right, of course. I'm just worried about tomorrow.”

“It'll be alright, love.” Newt assured. “Why don't I help you take your mind off of it?”

“I would like that very much.”

At your words, Newt pulled you onto him fully, his hands sliding down to your hips.

He pressed a kiss to your jaw, then your neck, making you moan.

You were still worried about tomorrow, but at least for now, you and Newt were together, and you were safe, and that was all that mattered.

End. <3

[scvrllet]

newt from the maze runner with 17 on fluff and 1 on general... uh yeah idk how this is gonna work but hopefully you can do this :)

17 - “I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate.” + 1 - “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” from this prompt list

A Newt (tmr) x Reader Blurb

contains: alcohol consumption, gender-neutral!reader (604 words)

BONFIRE CONFESSIONS

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The bonfire night was one of the Gladers favourite. It allowed everyone to wind down and relax for the night, something to look forward to every month. Of course, everyone but the current Greenie of course. They were always so scared and confused that it’d take a few months before they actually started enjoying the bonfire nights. 

This was where Newt came in. Being one of the more kind-hearted of Gladers and second-in-command, he would often sacrifice most of his possible free-time to sit down with the current Greenie and help them feel comfortable so as he sat beside them tonight with a glass of Gally’s secret recipe in hand, he amusingly watched as the boy took everything in. They always looked like a child entering a candy shop, though Newt couldn’t quite understand how he would’ve known. He hasn’t been able to remember his life before the Glade, if that even existed, for years. 

“You’ll remember it soon Greenie, just relax.” Newt told him, his words slightly slurred as he took another sip of the drink. 

“Um maybe you should lay off the drink. What even is that?” The Greenie asked, narrowing his eyes at the drink in Newt’s hands. It was a bright orange liquid wiht what he assumed were herbs and spices. 

“Oh this? One of Gally’s secret recipe that’s what. Burns a little but still good. Wanna try?” Newt offered and the Greenie politely declined. Newt simply shrugged as he took another sip of the drink before leaning back on the log. 

The Greenie noticed that as the second-in-command would scan over teh crowd of people, his eyes fell on a particular person. They sat on the ground beside Chuck and Alby and laughed at something someone had said. Looking back towards him, the Greenie asked: “Who’s that?” 

“That would be (Y/N), been dating them for about a year now.” 

“A year? You’ve been in here for over a year?” 

“Well we haven’t been able to find a way out so yes, we have.” 

The Greenie sat in silence, still taking in the fact that there were people who ahve been here for that long. It was a miracle none of them had given up yet. 

“I’m pretty sure they’re my soulmate.” Newt suddenly said after downing another one of Gally’s drink. 

“Do you even know what a soulmate is?” The Greenie questioned amusingly.

“Just because I don’t know what my life was before the Glade doesn’t mean I don’t know anything at all.” Newt said before setting the empty glass down onto the ground. Bringing his hands up to his mouth as if to act as a megaphone, the second-in-command shouted: “(Y/N), I think I love you.” 

A few people stopped to look at Newt then (Y/N) while others simply ignored it as if this was normal. 

“Tell me that when you’re sober.” Was (Y/N)’s response before returning to the conversation they were previously having with Chuck and Alby. 

Newt chuckled from beside him. Turning to face him, he noticed how despite (Y/N) not even looking in his direction, Newt was still admiring them from afar. 

Despite barely even knowing them, the Greenie felt as though he’s known them all since forever. There was something inside him, a feeling of some sort, that wanted to find a way out for the sake of them. It felt like guilt, though he couldn’t understand why he’d feel guilty. He had just met them yet they just seemed so familiar. Somehow freeing them from the Glade seemed like the least he could do, for whatever he had done to them before the Glade. 

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[dedeimagines]

Can you do the ship thing for Newt x Reader? That would be amazing

Who asks the other on dates: you Who is the bigger cuddles: YOUWho initiates holding hands more often: Newt, he absolutely LOVES holding your handWho remembers anniversaries: NewtWho is more possessive: hmm both of youWho gets more jealous: NewtWho is more protective: NEWTWho is more likely to cheat: hfkasjhdkajs neither Who initiates sexy times the most: probably youWho dislikes PDA the most: NewtWho kills the spider: Newt Who asks the the other to marry them: NewtWho buys the other flowers or gifts: YOU, just bc he gets all blushyWho would bring up possibly having kids: NewtWho is more nervous to meet the parents: NEWTWho sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: NewtWho tries to make up first after arguments: He does Who tells the other they love them more often: you tell him CONSTANTLY 

[neewtmas]

@preciousnewt 

okay I finally finished this and even tho it’s so late (I could literally kick myself for it) and I’m actually not too satisfied with it I hope you like it. I wish you the happiest (belated) birthday ever and just always keep in mind that i love you and that you’re literally the sweetest and also a great person and I love talking to you and now enjoy this little drabble with your boyfriend newtie  💕💕

Darshi woke up from someone lightly knocking at the door to her room, and with her voice still scratchy from sleep she said: “Come in”, wondering who it could be.

Judging by the warm sunlight that streamed into the room and created beautiful patterns all over the floor and her blanket, she woke up later than usual. 

Normally she’d be awake by sunrise, mostly because Newt never managed to get out of their bed to eat with the runners in the morning without waking her up, no matter how hard he tried.

The door creaked open und Newt stuck his head inside, flashing Darshi a wide smile before entering the room fully, closing the door behind him again. 

“Good morning love”, he said, sitting down at the edge of the bed and giving her a short and sweet kiss. “Happy birthday.”

Darshi smiled at her boyfriend and he looked over his shoulder. “You can come in, Chuck!”

The girl leaned to the left be able to see past Newt and watched the door opening for the second time, revealing Chuck who carried a plate with what looked like a cake in front of him.

On top of the cake, there was a single candle, the small flame flickering as Chuck made his way to the bed, carefully watching his every step.

“Happy Birthday, Darshi!”, he exclaimed, holding the cake towards Darshi with an excited smile, waiting for her reaction.

She laughed lightly, taking the plate from Chuck. “Thank you, Chuck, that’s very sweet of you.”

“It was Newt’s idea, actually”, the young boy clarified, and Darshi turned to Newt.  

“It was?”, she asked with a raised eyebrow and Newt’s cheeks turned pink.  

“Yes… it’s a chocolate cake. Your favorite, right? And –“ “Wait, how do you know that’s it my favorite?”, she cut him off and he ran his fingers through his hair, smiling bashfully. 

“I don’t know if you remember, but you told me a few months ago. So I asked the creators to send up some ingredients and made the cake. Chuck helped me a lot and also Frypan because otherwise you probably couldn’t eat it.” 

Darshi’s eyes widened and she hugged Newt tightly. “You remembered that? Thank you so much, that’s the sweetest thing ever”, she mumbled in the crook of his neck and then pulled away, kissing him. 

“Guys! I’m still here!”, Chuck complained, nudging Newt’s back.

Dashi laughed at the younger boy’s disgusted expression and extended her arms, motioning him towards her. “Come here, Chuck, I wanna hug you too.

He rushed over to her. “Thank you so much, Chuck”, she said and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush bright red. 

“You need to blow out the candle and make a wish”, he said, and Darshi nodded, holding up the plate and closing her eyes.

“What did you wish for?”, Chuck asked excitedly, almost jumping up and down on the spot.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true Chuckie, sorry”, Darshi smiled and bent forward, ruffling through his hair. “Now let’s eat the cake and see if you two did a good job.”

Suddenly Chuck’s eyes widened. “Oh shuck, I forgot the forks! I’ll be right back”, he rambled and darted out of the room, almost stumbling over his own feet.

“I’m really sorry that I don’t have more for you”, Newt said and grabbed Darshi’s hands, intertwining their fingers and staring down at them. “You deserve so much more than just a stupid cake.”

“But I love it! You put so much effort in it, I couldn’t wish for more. I love you Newt.”

Newt got out of his shoes and slipped under the covers, wrapping his arms around Darshi and pulling her on his lap. “I love you too”, he mumbled against her skin as he littered her face with feathery kisses.

“Wait”, Darshi stopped him and pushed him back, carefully moving the plate with the cake on the nightstand next to the bed. 

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t want the cake to be destroyed”, she giggled and turned back to Newt, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He leaned down to her, slipping his hands under her shirt and deepening the kiss. But before it could get out of hand, the door opened again and Chuck was back. 

At the sight of his friends, he cried out Newt’s name, causing them to almost jump apart.

“Newt, you promised me I wouldn’t have to watch you kiss her all the time”, he whined, and Darshi laughed at his exasperated expression and climbed off Newt’s lap, patting on the spot next to her. 

“Don’t worry Chuck, we’ll stop. Now let’s eat the cake, shall we?”