#newt tmr drabble

[kareofbears]

"You know," Thomas starts, putting the flowers down on the sand as he rolls his sleeves up. "How you yelled at me, back in the Glade, because I wasn't helping out?"

A breeze ruffles his hair, longer than it was a year ago, and the tang of salt doesn't register anymore. "I know, I know. You technically didn't yell. To be fair, I was new, and it's not like I had someone showing me the ropes."

He kneels on the ground, in front of where the tombstone stood. This wasn't the boulder that Vince had set up in the beginning of Safe Haven's existence--this was smaller, flatter, bordering on where the sand meets the dirt. "Now, I feel like all I'm doing with these kids is showing the ropes."

Busying himself with rearranging the flowers, he rubs his thumb on a golden petal idly. "They're doing fine. Between me and the others, things are getting done. Maybe not as efficiently if you were here, but we're trying." He pauses. "I'm trying."

Thomas' voice doesn't shake, not anymore. How can it? It's just him and Newt. His voice never shakes with Newt.

Waves crash somewhere behind him. A bird chirps, its tune lively and bright. The world continues to spin, and it's a long moment before he speaks again.

"I'm throwing myself into work, Newt." His gaze tilts skywards. "I'm working, aren't I? I build homes, I teach, I train the others. There's food, so much of it, enough for years and for anyone who wants to start a family. Last night, I woke up because people were laughing so loud near my bed--laughing. I couldn't even get mad."

Careful not to mess up the floral arrangement, Thomas leans forward slowly until his forehead is pressed right up against the slab, stone cool to the touch. "How busy?" he wonders. "How busy do I need to be until this gets better? How much more do I need to do before it starts to get better? How much more do I need to give?"

When he doesn't get an answer, Thomas lets his eyes slip close. "I'm busy, Newt. I'm busy, and I'm trying, and I'm so fucking sad."

Eventually, Thomas raises his head. He presses his lips to the top of the tombstone, smiling wryly to himself. "At least I can actually reach the top of your head like this, right?"

He gets on his feet, brushing the sand off of his pants, feeling the sun beat relentlessly down on his skin. "Tomorrow, then. Maybe it'll get better tomorrow."

[ssseashell]

i wrote a stupid newtmas drabble yesterday ‼️🫂 💌

[opustenaajlica]

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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.

[newtslvt]

Ooh look what we have here! Another drabble (double drabble this time).

Summary: Newt meets an awkward Barista who happens to love Star Wars just as much as he does.

For @ssseashell <3

[arlowthenacho]

*warning for drug use (sleeping pills)*

dreams are hard.

thomas understood that more than most. sleep was just another prison to escape for him--images of his friends corpses coated his subconscious in something sticky and impossible to wash out. no amount of peer-mandated therapy would ever wipe away the faces he saw every time he closed his eyes.

but everyone still seemed to love trying. thomas had gone through every available option to stop his nightmares. white noise, co-sleeping, reading, tea, even avoiding the shucking thing altogether. nothing had worked.

well, nothing but the sedatives.

brenda had found them in a box one of the adults in the haven had packed. the package was a strange mix of letters that thomas couldn't pronounce--diaza-something and valium--but they got the job done. every night before bed, thomas would pop one of each into his mouth and pass out in 5 minutes flat.

his sleep was dreamless, finally a reprieve from the hell his mind loved to make him relive. but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end--that was a lesson thomas always learned the hard way.

as his body got used to the medication, memories slowly started to filter back into his slumber.

it was innocent at first; flashes of lush green grass, the smell of sun-warmed earth, the feel of dirt under his fingernails and on his skin. thomas could practically feel the artificial sun shining on his back, the sweat beading on his brow. it was comforting in a morbid sort of way. he vaguely knew where he was and what had happened there, but he couldn't muster up the energy to care. these dreams were the only ones that didn't feel like purgatory--rather ironic, considering how they came to be there.

then people came into the mix.

a face he couldn't name smiled at him. thomas lifted his hand in a wave before he continued to wander his old home. he made it a few steps towards the east wall before another unknown glader appeared and nodded at thomas. the pattern continued for what seemed like hours until he finally made it to his destination.

the gardens were just like he remembered. they still smelled of damp soil and fresh cut grass, the wind still weaved through the leaves of each plant, the fences still creaked and groaned against the breeze.

thomas took a deep breath in and held it. he would never admit it, but the gardens were the only place he really liked in the glade. it was the only spot that felt like it belonged there.

he took another breath, a lazy grin stretching across the length of his face. god, what a nice break from the world he lived in. no grief or misery, no death or destruction, only the sound of wind whistling through the--

"oi, shuckface! get your butt over here! garden's won't bloody till themselves!"

thomas woke with a scream that could shatter glass.

he felt around the bed, a constant stream of "newt, newt, newt" leaving his lips. he fisted the sheets for another minute before dread settled over him like an icy blanket.

newt died. newt died and it was his fucking fault.

-- -- --

the next night was worse.

thomas had taken 3 pills this time, desperate to return to what he had before. brenda would definitely beat his ass for it if she found out, but thomas could deal with that. all he needed was a good-night's sleep that consisted of nothing but the black behind his eyelids.

of course, nothing ever goes his way.

it started the same as every other. trees and grass and dirt and people. a few offhand waves or nods from unspecified boys as he made his way through the small box of green.

thomas deliberately passes the gardens, not wanting a repeat of last time. instead, he glides to the kitchen and observes the lunchtime rush, lets out a chuckle at the face frypan was making.

he lingers by the tables for a while, watching the residents of the glade talk and eat.

at some point, he senses minho sit next to him. thomas smiles and lets a bit of his weight lean against his friend, who happily returns the gesture. after another moment, minho claps thomas on his shoulder and fully pulls him into his side. they both laugh as thomas lightly shoves him off, the pair just enjoying each other's presence. the moment is soon ruined when a third person joins the table.

its newt.

green veins jutting out of his pale skin, black fluid dripping out of his mouth and onto the wood in front of him. his eyes were pools of black, so dark thomas could see his reflection in them.

his breath caught painfully in his throat when newt began to speak.

"dear thomas," no. no, no, no--"please tommy, please..."

he was reciting his own last words. this couldn't be happening. it felt too real, it all felt too real--thomas couldn't live through this again, he needed out--

"i would follow you anywhere."

thomas woke up a sobbing, screaming, thrashing mess. he had somehow managed to fall of his bed in his sleep, the hardwood of the floor biting into his back. he couldn't find it in himself to care.

the grief in thomas' chest was so powerful it felt like a tangible weight. he could feel it shattering his ribs as he backed himself into a wall and sobbed himself hoarse on the ground.

-- -- --

the third night, thomas gave up on the sedatives.

he figured he would have a nightmare no matter how many pills he swallowed, so he decided to stop fighting and surrender himself to whatever his brain could conjure.

so, when the night reared its ugly head once more, thomas just face-planted into his pillows and willed sleep to take him hostage.

-- -- --

thomas opened his eyes to the sun blinding him through the gap in his window. he groaned and threw a hand over his face, attempting to shoo the light away by willpower alone.

when his efforts proved useless, he gave up and rolled over into what he thought was empty space. it was very much not.

his arm collided into a warm body.

thomas gasped, sat up so fast he nearly have himself whiplash. he heard the person chuckle, something low and gravelly with sleep. had minho snuck into his room again?

"it's just me, love, what's the matter?"

thomas felt like all the air had been punched out of him. newt was in his hut. his newt was in his hut. his newt was in his bed. what the fuck was going on?

"i--what--newt? how are you--what--" the more thomas spoke, the quicker the tears filled his waterline. his voice wobbled and shook, like one wrong move would send him off the edge. newt sat up so quickly the bed rocked.

"tommy? baby, what's wrong, talk to me," newt cupped thomas' cheeks, slowly tilting his face to look at the taller man. thomas sputtered as tears tracked down his face, finally setting the sobs he had bottled up for months free.

"i miss you so much, newt, you don't understand--" newt could barely hear thomas' voice over his bawling.

"oh, baby," newt carded a hand through thomas' hair, softly shushing him and wiping away his never-ending stream of tears. "i'm here now, shhh, im here now, love."

the two stayed like that for a long while. every time thomas would stop crying he would remember who was holding him in his arms and stroking his hair and kissing his forehead and he would start right back up again. newt was patient with him. he tried to comfort thomas the best he could, which eventually proved to be successful when the boy could finally look up at newt without bursting at the seams.

when thomas calmed down, newt guided them both to lay down on the bed. thomas carefully rested his head on newt's chest and let him continue to run his hands through his hair. newt made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and brought his other hand to rub at thomas' back.

after a while, tommy finally allowed all of the tension to drain out of his body. he was a puddle on top of newt, which the man snorted at. the lovers settled into a comfortable silence, which tommy broke with a soft statement.

"i love you, newt. i hope you know that." his whisper was so soft newt almost mistook it for a breath.

"i love you too, tommy. remember that for me, yeah?" newt punctuated his sentence with a lingering kiss on thomas' lips. it was chaste, and over far to quickly for tommy's liking, so once newt pulled away thomas craned his neck up and caught his loves lips with his again.

they stayed like that for what felt like hours, lazily cuddling and kissing on thomas' bed, not worrying about any responsibilities they might have had. at some point his eyes flutter shut, and he falls asleep with comforting hands on his skin.

when thomas wakes up, he feels tingles on his skin and a dent in his sheets.

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

In His Arms

The hammock swayed back and forth, a rocking endorsed by Thomas' leg as it hung over the side, Newt felt himself slowly slipping further.

His eyes were drooping while his head lay tucked into Thomas' chest. The hand running through his hair wasn't helping much either, soothing nails scratching across his scalp. It was as if a spell had been cast over him, urging him to finally close his eyes and fall asleep.

Most nights it would be difficult, the screeching maze too loud, but under Thomas' care and the stars above, he couldn't find it within himself to resist.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[d4n1elll4]

───〃𖹭 NEWT

“My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice.”

NAVIGATION ⋮ MASTERLIST

˗ˋˏ NEW ON THIS POST ˎˊ˗

𖹭 STOP POSSESING MY BOYFRIEND by miryum [ONESHOT] [2K] ⇢ Added on 08.06.2025

⇢ The gang’s car breaks down by an abandoned, haunted mansion. They decide to investigate and in doing so, Newt gets possessed by a ghost hoping to win Y/n’s love and affection as she looks like an old lover.

𖹭 EMBERS AND STARS by talesofesther [ONESHOT] [1.7K]

⇢ On a peaceful night, Newt finally has time to think about his growing feelings for you.

𖹭 GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY GIRLFRIEND by when-worlds-end-archive [DRABBLE] [0.7K]

⇢ The newest green bean hits on you, not realizing that you already have a boyfriend, the glade’s second in command, Newt.

𖹭 HELLO, BOTTOM by miryum [DRABBLE] [0.6K]

⇢ You always call Newt “bottom” due to his locker that’s below hers. One day, after years of pining and fretfulness, he finds confidence from deep within and sasses back.

𖹭 INTO THIN AIR by heliads [ONESHOT] [3K]

⇢ Newt doesn’t know what to think after you disappear one night in the Scorch. You’re nowhere to be found, until a few weeks later you show up with the girls from Group B. The only problem is that you can’t remember who Newt is, and all Newt can remember is how much he loves you.

𖹭 MEN AND TEA by heliads [ONESHOT] [1.6K]

⇢ “I like my men how I like my tea. Hot and British.”

𖹭 MONOPOLY AT MIDNIGHT by heliads [ONESHOT] [2.6K]

⇢ The gladers are playing monopoly and it turns into an all-nighter because Minho refuses to let anyone stop. During it, you, being sleep-deprived, confess your feelings for Newt. in the morning you don' remember but newt does and he confronts you.

𖹭 MUM AND DAD by miryum [DRABBLE] [0.7K]

⇢ “You’re the mom friend of the group and I’m the dad friend of the group, I think we should get together, y’know for the kids.”

𖹭 NIGHTMARES by hollybell51 [DRABBLE] [0.5K]

⇢ You do your best to comfort Newt after a nightmare. Too bad your best consists of rambling until he falls asleep.

𖹭 RAINSTORM by heliads [ONESHOT] [2.6K]

⇢ You and Newt have been best friends ever since you arrived in the Glade. However, you might find that your feelings over the blond boy have changed, especially after the events of a rainy day.

𖹭 SAFE AND SOUND by heliads [ONESHOT] [3K]

⇢ You are the first girl in the Glade. Some of the boys there were disrespectful. Newt is the sweetest of them all and the one you grew most attached to. You’re everything to him but he doesn’t think his feelings are reciprocated.

𖹭 SOUP by hollybell51 [ONESHOT] [1.4K]

⇢ Your favourite time of day is when the runners get back from the maze, because that’s when you get to see Newt again. It is Frypan’s least favourite time of day, because it means dealing with both of you.

𖹭 TMR BOYS IF YOU GAVE THEM A ROCK by givemearock [HEADCANONS]

𖹭 TRIALS OF LOVE POTIONS by heliads [ONESHOT] [2.4K]

“I learned thanks to the amortentia that the one person I love the most would never love me back.” “How do you know that?” “You.” ⇢ Every year, Hogwarts students have to produce amortentia in class, and every year, fights and confessions break out as to the contents of your recently brewed potions.

𖹭 TRUTH OR DARE by hollybell51 [ONESHOT] [1K]

⇢ We all know how teenagers can get with this game, need I say more?

𖹭 YOU THINK I’M PRETTY? by petrichor-idyllic [HEADCANONS]

NOTE: I know Newt is canonically gay, but I read these before I found out and I enjoyed them, so I’m keeping this list as it was. Well not really as it was, I removed some links but you get the point.

[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

[balladxrecs]

NEWT !!

fic recs, the maze runner

disclaimer— none of the fics are my own works. authors will be credited・if you see any discrepancies please inform me so i can fix it asap・will not link a single profile / masterlist multiple times・all recs originally posted on tumblr unless stated otherwise

☁️ — fluff・❤️‍🩹 — angst; 💔 — hurt no comfort・🤭 — suggestive・🔥 — smut

⚠️ — dark content

. . .

[ HEADCANONS ]

[ DRABBLES ]

[ FICS ]

bad terms ❤️‍🩹☁️・tomboyneedshercoffee

connection ☁️・neewtmas

he’s home ☁️・gallysonegoodlung

our little bundle of joy ☁️・tmr-trilogy

redamancy 🤭 ・lilacsnid

reunited 🔥・dontbethatshank

reunited in paradise ❤️‍🩹☁️・meganlpie

stragglers 🔥・randomoutsiders

subject a26 ❤️‍🩹☁️・slinthoe

untitled / imagine #20 ☁️・imagines-tmr

wonderful ☁️・octaviackles

[ THIRSTS ]

[ SMAU / TEXTS ]

— writers, if you’d like to have your story / name removed, please just message me and let me know and i’ll get right on that

@dontbethatshank // @gallysonegoodlung // @imagines-tmr // @lilacsnid // @meganlpie // @neewtmas // @octaviackles // @randomoutsiders // @slinthoe // @tmr-trilogy // @tomboyneedshercoffee

[loloisloco]

his eyes burnt from lack of sleep

THIS SENTENCE I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE AMAZING WHEN I READ THIS. Its silly but the choice of vocabulary, even though it is sorta simple is so good. Thomas is burning. And througtout tmr fire has always had disaster coming afterwards. After the ending was triggered and the grievers came, after Teresas betrayal, and after Newts death. When theres fire its never good, so the burning, as well as being the best way to describe that he does not care the pain its causing him, he has to keep working is amazing because of fire in the rest of the maze runner.

so calming he doesn't question the source as his eyelids grow heavy.

THE AMOUNT OF TRUST THIS REQUIRES. There's no way after all the shit he's been through, that he doesn't have trust issues. BUT HE DOESN'T EVEN CONSIOUSLY REGISTER ITS NEWT. His brain just trusts him and knows he's safe. Newt rests a hand on the back of Thomas’s neck, his touch soft and gentle, coaxing Thomas’s head to come up.

AGAIN WITH THE TRUST. He's hiding, perhaps from himself, but only Newt would be able to coax him up when he's that exhausted. Thomas can't pull the memory from his brain where Newt would have said that, his chest throbs at the words either way. 

and then i started sobbing. Throbbing with hurt and love. his neck feeling much colder

Cold without Newts touch, Newts his light, his warmth. The only thing that will ever keep him steady. 

He's defieantly not steady any longer then omd Thomas wished to meet him halfway his body seemed to be frozen, he felt frozen.

Without Newt, he's cold, he's frozen. THE PARALYSING FEELING HES EXPERINECING AND THE FACT HES LITERALLY COLD i want your writing injected into my blood. He pulled the pillow closer to his chest

He can't hold Newt anymore, so he holds a pillow. becoming as small as possible as he wept

Newt cant hide him anymore, can't hold him. So he tries to hide himself. his bones chipped deeper and deeper until it felt as if he would never move again

ITS DESTROYING HIM. It's eating away at his bones until he's not able to stand anymore, can't move, can't carry on. any amount of discomfort would be worth it to wake up to the scent of mint and the feeling of Newt’s warm body against him. 

My favourite line throughout the whole story. I think Thomas, at least in this moment would rather still be with WCKED and running from them than be safe here. He feels he doesn't deserve to have comfort anymore. But he also would give anything, to wake up next to Newt again.

I LOVED THIS AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AMD SOUL SHATTERING AND BONE CRUMBLING AND BLOOD FREEZING BUT IT WAS THE BEST THING. I love reading your writing, and you are defiantly gonna go far because a drabble should not destroy me as much as this did. Thank you so much for sharing this with me, and the rest of us lucky people 💚

I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long

story summary: Thomas struggles with heart wrenching loneliness. this manifests in this dreams through blonde hair and touches that never happened. (this drabble is inspired by this post!)

TW LIST: depictions of grief. (if you are struggling with grief please reach out.)

genre: canon compliance, hurt/no comfort. (seriously this is just sad sad sad. no happiness here. you have been warned!)

word count: 971

Thomas found himself in the map room as he did on many days, his hand cramping from writing while his eyes burnt from lack of sleep. If his gaze could burn the maps before him, they would have been in an uproar of fire 3 hours ago. The thought of resting his head, just for a moment, even though he knows the outcome, comes to him and he gives into the impulsive urge as he has many times before. Knowing his future self will scold him for the pain in his neck come daylight. 

He doesn't hear the uneven footsteps enter the room, or the presence behind him. A quiet chuckle fills the room that sounds so distant, yet so calming he doesn't question the source as his eyelids grow heavy. Just as his vision grows dark he feels lean hands rest on his shoulders, he mumbles incoherently as familiar fingers find their way into his hair, rubbing and scratching his scalp softly. 

“How many times do I gotta drag you outta this room, hmm tommy?” Newt’s voice is so far away yet so close, as if the sound came from his own brain instead of the boy's pale lips. The brunette merely hums in response, in his dazed state wishing for the fingers to never leave his tangled hair. A warmth washes over his body, a smile playing on his lips comfortably at the blonde's presence. 

As if that single thought brought the action to life, lean fingers slip away from his head, a grumble of annoyance making Thomas’s throat wobble. He distantly listens as Newt presumably grabs a chair, the chair coming to his left, Newt places himself in said chair and must be facing him, because even as Thomas's arms cover his face he can feel a sad gaze on him. A moment passes in complete silence, Thomas’s gut clenches for some odd reason, somehow knows once the silence is lifted.. Something will happen. 

He lifts his head, Newt in his peripheral vision as he faces forward, Newt resting his head on his arms facing thomas. His cheek squished against his forearm. He sees Newt raise his head, now resting his chin against the palm of his hand. Thomas presses his face back in his own arms, his inside of his arms almost shielding him from whatever near future makes him so sick. Newt rests a hand on the back of Thomas’s neck, his touch soft and gentle, coaxing Thomas’s head to come up.

Thomas sits with his shoulders slumped, his eyes on the incoherent writing in front of him. “I told you to take care of yourself.” Newt says almost as kind as his touch, his scolding light. Thomas can't pull the memory from his brain where Newt would have said that, his chest throbs at the words either way. 

Newt’s hand slips away from Thomas’s nape, his neck feeling much colder as the touch ends. Much to Thomas's delight, Newt cups Thomas's cheek and pulls his face to make Thomas face his gaze. “You need to leave me.” Newt’s words sound drowned, as if they were underwater. Thomas opens his mouth to speak, the words he wishes so desperately to say unable to be vocalized. 

im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry he thought. He doesn't practically know what he's sorry for. 

Newt’s other hand makes its way to the other side of Thomas’s face, the brunette leans into the touch desperately, trying to soak in the feeling. Before he knows it tears spill from his eyes which the blonde wipes away without a second thought, the only thing holding Thomas steady is hands on his face. The only thing that will ever keep him steady. 

Newt came closer, despite the fact how badly Thomas wished to meet him halfway his body seemed to be frozen, he felt frozen. The only thing not impossibly cold being Newt’s hands. Newt brought his lips in between Thomas’s furrowed brows, a shaky sigh escapes Thomas. The kiss is impossibly gentle and lingers for an impossible amount of time, Thomas feels himself slipping from the moment, being pulled away from the oh so lovely feeling of Newt’s hands and lips. 

Newt pulls away, once he does the blonde presses his forehead against Thomas's. “So much guilt, even while you sleep?” 

Thomas opens his eyes and doesn't find blonde hair and freckled skin, he finds darkness and a damp pillow. 

His heart is racing, hammering into his ribs, his breathing no slower. Thomas realizes in his sleep he brought a pillow in between his arms, he stretches his arm out instinctively, reaching out for the warmth of Newt’s body.

…

Oh.

Right. 

It's been almost two weeks since arriving at the safe haven, he almost always wakes up strangling onto something. Whether that be pillows, sheets or his own waist in a quite pathetic manner. He remembers when he used to wake up to a sore back or neck from sleeping in cars and up against walls, even now, in his bed he would give anything to go back because any amount of discomfort would be worth it to wake up to the scent of mint and the feeling of Newt’s warm body against him. 

His chest shakes, his lip wobbles as he tries to fight back a sob. He pulled the pillow closer to his chest and the thought of Newt’s head resting in his lap, smiling up at him with a slightly crooked tooth smile broke the dam. He clenched his eyes shut bringing his legs to his chest, becoming as small as possible as he wept. The forever now carved into his bones chipped deeper and deeper until it felt as if he would never move again, he was forever stuck with stinging eyes and wobbly cries.

Authors Note: yeah i told you this was sad. this was supposed to be a warm up for a night time writing sesh then i got distracted.. ate.. watched youtube.. and suddenly it was 10 o'clock. sorry guys 😭 im sorry i haven't updated any of my wips in weeks.. please take this as a formal apology I'm tryna get back into my writing game :( anyways tell me what you think (if your not sobbing to hard like our boy thomas here. bro cannot catch a break.)

(anyone interested in my compass IT IS NOT ABANDONED. I PROMISE. also expect rage filled Newt next chapter hehehehe)

[ssseashell]

ˑ ִ ֗ ִ 𓋼𓍊 ۫ ⊹ masterlist of my tmr posts !

fan arts

newtmas x the hunger games au

newt fanart

thomas fanart

newt fanart 2

newt fanart 3

glade newtmas

spideypool newtmas au

descendants au

moodboards

newtmas

newtmas 2

tdc newtmas

safe haven newtmas

newtmas x “velvet ring”

newtmas x “two reverse”

cmbyn newtmas au

challengers newtmas au

“do i wanna know?” fic (chapter 1)

“do i wanna know?” fic (chapter 2)

newt

newtmas & brenderesa

teresa

brenderesa

brenderesa 2

brenderesa flower shop au

newt & sonya

“good luck, babe” characters

“good luck, babe!” chapter 3

“good luck, babe!” chapter 5

siblings core

newtmas hogwarts au

edits

newtmas x “i bet on losing dogs”

newtmas x “pushing it down and praying”

thomas and teresa x “like him”

newtmas x “do i wanna know?”

newtmas x “grace”

newtmas x “all flowers in time bend towards the sun”

headcanons

safe haven hcs

newt hc

safe haven newtmas hcs

modern setting newtmas hcs

text posts

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

in another universe x newtmas

memes in text messages

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

fake tweets

part one

part two

drabbles

dreams

warmth (also on ao3)

[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.

[ekdmarsrem4]

WARM YOU UP - NEWT X READER DRABBLE

Request: Could you do one where it suddenly starts raining super heavily in the Glade, and Newt puts his sweater or something over the reader so that she doesn't get wet? And maybe "Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain"

A/N: This is a little different from your request but I hope you like it anyway! 

Newt & Y/N stumble into the med hut, drenched from head to toe, the bottoms of their shoes sliding against the muddied floor. They push the door shut behind them, forcing it closed as the wind intensifies.

Newt’s soaked to the bone - shivering & pale - but he focuses all his attention on Y/N. He twists her hair around his fist & rings it out gently, watching as the water drips onto the floor.

He turns her to him & rubs his hands up & down her bare arms, creating warm friction between his skin & hers. “You okay?”

She nods with a sweet smile, but Newt can hear her teeth chattering still - tiny clicks behind quivering lips. “Are you?” she asks, soft eyes searching his face.

Newt cups her cheeks - they’re colder under his palms than they usually are. “I will be, once I get you to stop shivering.”

He scans the room for something, anything he can use to warm her up. And then he spots it - his hoodie, draped over the back of a chair. He’d left it there this morning. 

“Here.” He pulls her towards the nearest cot & sits her down, then quickly grabs the sweatshirt. “Put this on.”

“W-What about y-you?” 

“You first.”

Always you first. You before me.

He sets the hoodie in her lap, then turns around while she strips out of her wet shirt.

“Okay. I’m good.” he hears her say. When he turns back to her, she’s stopped shivering - now comfy & warm, blanketed in soft, dry fabric.

A tender smile tugging at her lips, she opens her arms to him & murmurs, “Now, let me warm you up.”

Smiling shyly & trying - but failing - not to blush, Newt peels off his soaked shirt & lets it fall from his fingers onto the cold floor.

His feet carry him to her, like they always do. Like he knows they always will. He makes himself as small as possible between her arms, his bare chest rubbing against the fabric of his - now her - hoodie.

They tumble back onto the cot in a mess of tangled limbs, clinging to each other playfully.

“Warm enough?” Newt asks into the crook of her neck.

“Almost.”

Newt leans back & gazes at her with a lovesick glint in his eyes. His heart swells in his chest when she says, “Kiss me & I’ll be fine.”

Slowly he tilts his face up & seals her lips with his. They’re soft & warm as she smiles against him. 

He’s never felt warmer.

Thanks for reading! Any and all comments/feedback/re-blogs are greatly appreciated!

[newtslvt]

Back on the drabble grind!

Summary: The Gladers had arrived at the Safe Haven for some time now but Minho notices subtle hints at something more between Newt and Thomas. Wait a minute, are they holding hands under the breakfast table?

For @vallerius <3

[witchedwisteria]

for @xuoria.

when thomas pushes himself up and breathes sharp air tinged with sea salt, minho is waiting. he grips his shoulder and grins, dark eyes shining with a beat of happiness rarely there. “we took bets on who would wake up first,” he teases, gesturing behind him, and oh -

newt is beautiful; he has always been beautiful to thomas, but there are no dark veins alongside his throat and face and his face is relaxed peacefully in sleep. he is bandaged, and breathing, and sleeping. thomas falls over on the way there, dropping to his knees and cupping his face. hope and relief surges up in him so rapidly he lets out a hysterical laugh, and he feels like a crank, losing grip of everything from the sheer amount of feeling. he is here. newt is here. and he loves him.

“doctor’s think he’ll wake up soon, but they’re still not sure. he’s better, but…there’s no medical stuff here. we won’t know until he wakes up,” minho comments softly.

newt does wake up.

the next morning, thomas stirs, and peers over at the cot holding him. his eyes are open, dark eyes so familiar and so beautiful, and thomas’ heart soars, and he opens his mouth, but newt’s eyes are not looking at him and they are not closing and oh, no, please, no-

newt wakes and dies in paradise. but he never got to see any of it. never got to feel the warmth of the ocean in summer, to taste frypan’s new coconut pancakes in the morning, to finally get peace. doctors wrap him in cloth, and thomas presses his forehead against a cold, still chest and wails. it is the last noise he makes for a long time.

thomas sees paradise for one day, and then never sees it again. the warm colours fade the moment they bury newt under the largest tree they find, blossoming spring colours. thomas presses his hand against disturbed earth, as if he wants to reach down and pull his lover back up. he doesn’t even have a coffin. they don’t have wood to spare, and newt would have liked being buried close to the earth, anyway.

gally began to dig in the middle of the space in front of the tree, at first, but thomas remembers stopping him. “to the right,” he whispers. “save a space there.” because he will be buried with newt. he just has to wait in his second maze and build his own walls to cling to his grief.

[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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