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talesofesther · 2 years

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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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pingguins · 2 years

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Newt x F!Reader

Warnings: violence, graphic scenes, cursing

Summary:

What do you do when you've gotten out? Out of the Maze, out of The Scorch, with WICKED supposedly destroyed? When the love of your life turns into the monster you and your friends have tried and failed to outrun?

The story takes place after Death Cure. Newt's alive, but so are the workers of the people who trapped and tortured you.

As more of the story unfolds, Y/N and Newt have to survive and live with the fact that both are willing to die for each other. Hopefully, with allies ahead, they will go on to have a life instead of just surviving.

Everything happens for a reason. Now that Newt's life has been given another chance, we can only wish that the story ends without having another's taken away.

Even when all else fails, with enough time and perseverance—often times with strategy and purpose—life finds a way to begin again.

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☬ Prologue

☬ Chapter 1: Impatience

☬ Chapter 2: Grit

☬ Chapter 3: A Wicked Escape

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bells-stories · 8 months

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NEWT X READER

-Newt finds out that you have feelings for him but also the others…

-Snippet from PROJECT GRIEVER CHAPTER: 10 (Wattpad: bells_stories)

"They suit you." I hear a voice from behind and see Newt point at the flower in my hair.

"Thank you." I say quietly.

"Are you gonna tell me what you wanted to talk about?"

"I don't really want to do it here." I say twiddling my thumbs getting nervous. If he isn't okay with this, I don't want him to think I'm doing it to embarrass him. And if he takes it harshly I don't want him to take it out on the boys although I know that's not in his character.

"What wrong love? You can tell me anything." He says and puts a hand on my shoulder. I sigh and push him back a little farther from the boys.

"I have feelings for you." I say and don't look up.

"I-"

"Let me finish please. I also have feelings for Minho and Gally." I say pausing. And when Newt doesn't say anything I look up. He looks at me with his hands on his hips and with a look of sass. Which surprises me but I continue regardless. "I also...in short terms....I remember myself being in a very committed relationship with someone before I came into the maze." I said finally and he still looked the same. "Say something please." I say still playing with my thumbs.

"Well are you done?" He says sassily.

"Yes?" I say confused.

"Well great beacuse if you would've let me replied earlier I would've told you I already knew you had feelings for me and the others. But this new bloke you talk about from your dreams, I kind of feel sorry for him. I stole his woman." He says cheekily and I smile.

"You did?" I say mischievously.

"Oh yes I did. I'd like to believe the moment I met her, he was no longer hers." He put his hand around my waist and brought me close.

"Maybe I'm still mad at you?" I say looking up at him.

"I doubt it." He says and places a kiss on my lips. I break free and I look at his eyes trying to decipher how he feels. All I could see in them was endearment.

"So you don't care then? About the others?"

"Not really no. I care about you and all I need to know is that you feel the same. If you care about the others well then they're lucky too but it won't stop me from wanting you all the same." He said and plays with the ends of my hair. "Now we should go help them before they start complaining."

"Agreed." I said and hugged Newt before we went with the rest of the boys. None of them noticed Newt and I's interaction because they were all busy arguing.

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bruh--wtf · 2 years

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You were quite literally in a cage. When the boys saw you, everyone froze. You were helped out of the cage, but nothing changed for a second.

Then a few of them started arguing over who got to show you around. You took a step back from the group of loud boys, nearly tripping back into the cage. A boy grabbed your arm, and pulled you away before you could though.

When you looked at him, he was a bit taller than you, with fair, pale features. Blonde hair, fair skin, and then these contrasting dark eyes. He nodded at the group of boys behind you.

“Ignore them, you’re the first girl in the glade and they’re a bit excited,” he says. You press your lips together and glance around, noting the tall stone walls surrounding the field you were in. He lets go of your arm and holds his hand out for you to shake. “I’m Newt. Don’t worry, your name will come back to you within the next couple days. That’s all we’ve got,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him, confused.

“What do you mean?” You ask, scared. He gives you a small comforting smile.

“That’s all any of us remember before the Glade. Our names are all we’ve got,” he tells you. Then he glares at someone over your shoulder. You flinch when he shouts at the group of boys over your shoulder. “Get back to work, and clear out the boxes!” He yells. The boys stop arguing behind you and do as the boys say.

A boy with darker skin, and built much more muscular than Newt comes over to the two of you. “Newt, show the greenie around. I’ve got stuff to do with Gally,” he says to the blonde boy.

And so he does. You spend the rest of the day with Newt, and he explained how things worked in the glade and showed you around.

The next day, you ran over to him in the gardens towards dinner time. “Um, Newt?” You question. He looks up as you stop next to him and he smiles at you.

“Hey, something wrong?” He asks. You give a nervous smile and shake your head.

“Um, not really. I just… uh…” you suddenly feel stupid for coming to him with the request. It was stupid and you suddenly felt like you would be pulling him away from his job for nothing important. You closed your eyes, then glance down at the spare set of clothes and towel in your arms. “Nevermind.”

You quickly turned and attempted to walk away before Newt grabbed your hand. He stood up straight and raised an eyebrow at you. “Come on, love, whatever it is you can tell me,” he tells you. You press your lips together and look down in your arms again.

“Uh, well, I… I know you showed me where the showers were. But, I don’t know, it’s sorta stupid but I just feel uncomfortable. Going alone, I mean. Just a couple of the boys were looking at me funny, and… I sound really paranoid. I’m sorry, I can go by myself-” Newt cut you off, squeezing your hand.

“Love, I’ll go. Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you came to me if you feel uncomfortable. Just let me tell someone I’m done really quick and I’ll go with you,” he told you. You let out a breath of relief and gave him a small smile before he walked away to tell someone.

All he was thinking was that he was going to kill the next boy that gave you the wrong look.

Over the next few days you became more attached to Newt. He showed you around the gardens and basically dared any of the other keepers to try to take you from him. Without you around, of course.

Then on the third night, you had a dream that involved your name. You woke up when it was still dark and everyone was asleep. You went to Newt immediately, woke him up just to tell him.

You shook his shoulders and he practically jumped in his hammock. He looked at you as his eyes adjusted and he glanced around. “Is everything alright, love?” You got a small swarming feeling in your stomach like you always did when he called you that.

“Yeah, I just. I needed to tell you,” you whisper. He sits up on his elbows and leans closer to see your face better.

“What is it, love?” He asks. You smile at him.

“I had a dream and my name was in it.” He blinks at you.

“Don’t leave me in suspense, love, what is it?” He asks. You grin at him.

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” He smiles at you and looks over your features in the dark.

“Y/N,” he whispers to himself, and it for some reason makes you blush. You’re glad he can’t see it. “Fitting.” You tilt your head.

“Why’s that?” He smiles at you.

“It’s a pretty name, so of course it fits you perfectly.” Your blush deepens and you tilt your head down a little.

“Thank you,” you say softly. He smiles at you before squeezing your hand.

“Get some more sleep, love,” he says. You smile at him, nodding before getting back into your hammock which was right next to his. You were glad that just because you knew your name he didn’t stop with the pet name.

Over the next few weeks, he watched you become more comfortable and confident with your place in the glade. He was happy that you were becoming more comfortable with his bestfriends. Minho, Alby, and Frypan adored you nearly as much as Newt did. Though he doubted that was actually possible.

And Newt always kept a close eye on you. Just to be sure you’re okay. And you didn’t even need to ask him to go with you to the showers. He just went when he saw you going. In a strictly protective way. He never went anywhere near you until you were dressed.

When a new boy came up in the box the next month, he noticed that you were a little disappointed. He sat with you and the boys at dinner. The new boy sat her without making her talk to much.

At the bonfire, you and him were walking around a little. He was talking with the new greenie when he noticed how frequently the boy kept glancing at you. He wrapped his arm over your shoulders nonchalantly, and didn’t mention anything. He just noticed how the boy stopped glancing at you after that.

You didn’t mind either. You liked the comfort and warmth his touch provided.

Over the next weeks, you became Newt’s top priority and he was convinced you were blind to all of it. You’d of course say thank you for the small things he did, but he was also convinced you didn’t notice the way he looked at you. The way he thought about you constantly. The way he was always so tempted to kiss you. But he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He definitely didn’t want to lose you being around him so much.

At a fire one night, you sat next to Newt with some of Gally’s special recipe. As the night wore on, you had more than you had ever had before and Newt noticed. He also noticed how you got tired, and started leaning on him more. When you wrapped your arms around his arm, and rested your head on his shoulder, he decided it was best to get you to your hammock. He excused the two of you from the group and took you to your hammock. You never let go of his arm, and his heart ached.

He laid you down and you curled up in your hammock. He was going to go to his own hammock, but you grabbed his hand.

“Where’re you going?” You ask. Newt crouches down next to you, and brushes the hair out of your face.

“I’m just going to lay down. I’m not going anywhere far, love,” he tells you. You frown anyways.

“Lay with me,” you tell him. He just looks at you for a moment. His heart leaps at the idea. He wants more than anything to hold you. And he wants you to want it too. But he doesn’t know what it means in your head. Regardless, he is incapable of saying no to you.

He gets into your hammock, and adjusts you so you are laying on his chest. You wrap your arms around his middle and he looks down at you.

“Goodnight, love,” he says softly. You snuggle closer to him, and grab onto his shirt a bit.

“Newt?” You whisper, ignoring him. He tilts his head a little.

“Yes?”

“You’re more comfortable than I imagined,” you say softly. His heart skips a beat. “You’re so warm. I love this.” He stares at you.

“I love it too, Y/N,” he says softly.

“Newt?” You ask again. He smiles to himself.

“Yes?”

“I love you,” you whisper, and he freezes. He stares at you. That could mean multiple things. That could be friend zoning, or… or not. He hoped not.

“You-”

“I’ve thought about this before, you know. Just… being with you. Is that strange?” You ask. He blinks, in disbelief. Then he grinned.

“No, not strange at all. I think about you too, love.” He felt you smile against his chest and he knew that when the two of you woke up in the morning he’d make plans to have you to himself for dinner tomorrow night. And, with any hope, get to kiss you like he hoped. “I love you too.”

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acciopietro · 2 years

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lonesome love - n.

pairing: newt x gn! reader

summary: newt is one of the first few to arrive in the glade, and you do your best to help him navigate this new life. he has a difficult time adjusting.

word count: 7,576

tw: suicide attempt. also, it’s the maze runner, so like... confused chaos.

a/n: hi everyone! i am now on SUMMER BREAK BABY which means hopefully time to write. i figured i’d get this one out of the way since its low in demand. side note, i know that james dashner has confirmed newt as gay, so this is gender neutral reader out of respect for that :) btw this is HELLA long and i didn’t even mean it to be. sorry not sorry!

EVER SINCE HE EMERGED FROM the box, you were worried. There was an air of helplessness that dripped from his every word, a sense of melancholy with his every movement as though his very existence was painful. Newt was a very sweet and very thoughtful boy— but he was also very, very sad.

Selfless and humble, Newt tried his best in everything and later on became a wonderful friend to you. You held onto him with every ounce of strength you had, even if it meant holding down the feeling that you had the potential for something more; there were things more important than your measly crush.

Like most Greenie’s, he had been timid at first— keeping his head down and his mouth shut for the most part, doing his job all whilst trying to get answers to all of his questions. It had taken you (who was second-in-command at the time) and Nick (who was first-in-command) the entirety of the boy’s first week, however, to get him to crack a smile. The thing about Newt, though, was that even after he shed the shy layers, he behaved as though he always had a weight on his shoulders, a constant air of dread of every next moment. And that was what worried you.

There were mornings when the two of you would rise early and stand before the closed doors to the Maze, waiting for the earthquaking rumble of their opening. The sun would peek above the walls, the golden light casting over the dewy skin of his face, the glassy sheen of his warm brown eyes glimmering. You’d stare at him, lips slightly pursed, endlessly pondering the reason behind his eagerness to enter the Maze.

Newt would fiddle with the hems of the harness on his chest, tucking and untucking the knives in each pocket. He’d wobble his wrists out at his sides as though to shake off the remnants of sleep before dropping his shoulders with a sigh, turning his head to you and asking, “Sleep okay?”

You’d give a shrug and say some variation of, “As okay as sleeping in a shuckin’ maze can be.”

His lips would twitch up sympathetically. On occasion, if he were in a good mood, he might nudge your shoulder with his and say something like, “Let’s kill a Griever or somethin’ today,” or some kind of joke to try and lighten your mood. Momentarily, it worked. But once you ran into the Maze again, you were reminded of your situation and you started back from square one.

Once a month, you and the other Gladers held bonfires with the intention of sparking some joy within the glade when the new Greenies arrived; it worked, for the most part, especially when Gally would whip-up a drink of unknown contents that loosened your nerves and lifted your spirits.

Newt, however, on his first few bonfires, had a hard time loosening up. He had sat by the edge of the perimeter, an empty mug of Gally’s drink in his hand and his elbows resting on his propped up knees. You kicked his knee with your foot, standing above him with a grin. His warm eyes flickered up to meet yours, brightening at the sight of you.

“What’s up, shank?” you greeted happily, taking a sip of your drink; it was almost bitter, with a hint of something sweet that you assumed had been stolen from Frypan’s food storage. Sitting down beside Newt, your shoulder brushed his and you asked, “What’re you doin’ over here?”

Newt shrugged, turning the empty mug over in his hands. “M’just tired.”

“All that running, huh,” you stated, pursing your lips jokingly. Newt, to your delight, cracked a smile.

“Someone’s gotta keep up with ya,” he side-eyed you, brown eyes raking over your face for a moment before shifting back down to the empty bottle in his hands. “You look like you’re having fun.”

“Y’know what? I am,” you sighed, resting your elbow back on the log of wood the two of you leaned against. You shifted your body to face him, knees tucked in and brushing the side of his thigh. His eyes flickered down to them before meeting your eyes again. “I love the bonfires. Makes things feel nice for a change. It’s less... er... dystopian.”

Newt's shoulders bounced as he chuckled. Glancing back at the other Gladers, he said, “Wish it was always like this.”

“Yeah,” you said gently, eyeing him carefully. His eyes were wistful, shoulders slouched. His frowning lips twitched, and when his eyes traveled back towards you, his brows furrowed.

“What?” he said in response to your staring. Instead of shyly lowering your gaze, you held it, smiling. You shrugged.

“Just lookin’ at you.”

He gulped and glanced at his lap, a pink tinge on the apples of his cheeks. Your smile widened at the reaction you got from him.

“C’mon,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Jerking your head to the other Gladers and getting to your feet, you said, “Let’s fill up that drink of yours, yeah?”

Newt sighed, tilting his chin up to peer up at you. Lips twitching, he got to his feet and breathed, “Yeah, alright.”

You slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. He turned red and bowed his head to hide it from you, eliciting a laugh from you and a flutter in your chest.

“Good that!”

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THE FOLLOWING MORNING, YOU HAD woken up before the sun. The Glade was glazed with sleep, silver light of the moon brightening up small slivers of darkness among the grass pathways. Even after closing your eyes and snuggling into your blanket, sleep refused to take you back; accepting defeat, you withdrew yourself from your warm cot and stepped outside, slipping your sneakers on unconsciously.

The Maze Doors were going to open any minute, you thought as you glanced down at your watch. You, Minho, Newt, and the other few runners weren’t due to start running for another few hours, and you wondered how long it took for the Griever’s to go to wherever they went during they day. The rumble of the doors broke you out of your harmless thoughts.

You watched them open, the wind rustling the lush ivy at its edges as the moonlight flooded into the open hall of the maze. You leaned against the wall of the Keeper Hut, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched the walls come to a standstill. Your eyes were still glassy with sleep, drooping a bit as you stared off, but it was a tall figure walking by the Maze doors that perked your interest.

Narrowing your eyes to try and see through the darkness, you watched as the tall figure paused in front of the doors, staring, hesitating. They ran a hand through their hair — you were sure it was blonde — and glanced behind themselves at the rest of the Glade. They took a step closer to the entrance before pausing again, and you, too, took a step closer; squinting, you tried to decipher who it was. When the figure moved again, you were sure it was Newt, solely by his stride.

And then, without another hesitation, he ran into the Maze; you could see the tightness around his shoulders and figured he wore his harness and other running gear, but couldn’t for the life of you figure out why he would go running so early. The first thought that came to mind was to immediately go in after him, but you reluctantly turned around to go back inside the hut. At the very least, you could get your running gear on.

“Psst!” you whispered at the door of Minho’s room, rapping your knuckles on the doorframe before stepping inside, adjusting the straps of your harness. “Minho!”

No answer. Soft snoring came from the right side of the room, and as your eyes adjusted to the darkness of his space, you saw Minho’s chest rise and fall with his each breath. Hesitant to wake him up, you whispered his name again. He only stirred.

Fed up, you shook his shoulder a bit, whispering his name once more. As though you had brought a flame down to his skin, he shot up, gasping as though he had woken from a nightmare.

“Y/N?” he grumbled, scratching at his neck. “Shuckin’ scared the daylights outta me...”

“Sorry,” you said half-heartedly. “I think Newt just went into the Maze, man.”

“Huh?” he mumbled, tilting his head and squinting up at you through the darkness.

“I think Newt just ran into the Maze. Like just now.”

“Now?” Minho glanced down at his watch. “Sun’s not even up yet.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’m worried ‘bout him.”

“Probably just wants to get a head start today, I dunno,” Minho shrugged, making a move to lean back down into his cot, slipping his blanket back over his chest.

“But why so early? We don’t run for another three, four hours or so,” you gnawed at the corner of your lips. “I think I’m gonna go in after him.”

“Why’re you so worried?” Minho asked.

“I just have a weird feeling,” you said honestly. “I don’t understand why he’d want to go into the Maze so early, ‘specially when we’re gonna be out there all day, y’know?”

“Y’sure it’s not to go and make out with him out there?”

You flushed and were silently grateful for the darkness so Minho couldn’t see. “If I were gonna go make out with Newt, I certainly would not come in here to let you know first.”

Minho pursed his lips and threw his blanket off of his legs. “Touchè. All right, you’ve convinced me. Give me five minutes, will you?”

You retreated outside of his room while he changed after Minho insisted it’d be “cheating on Newt” for you to see him void of clothes. Tapping your foot with your eyes glued onto the open doors of the Maze, you waited.

When Minho was done, the pair of you silently walked across the Glade and approached the doors, the absence of the howls from the Griever’s offering you a sliver of comfort. Minho, however, paused at the entrance, staring out into the abyss as though the Grievers had not yet gone to bed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him, one foot inside of the Maze.

“Now that you mention it... he has been weird that past couple of days. Y’think he’s okay?” he said quietly, brows furrowed. You bit the inside of your cheek.

“I hope so,” you replied honestly. “Let’s go find him.”

“Should we split up?” Minho wondered as the pair of you ventured into the Maze, taking your first right and staring up at the ivy-covered stone walls that towered over him. “Cover more ground? We both know the Maze enough not the get lost.”

“Good idea,” you nodded your head. “I’ll take sections one through four, you get five through eight.”

“Yes, General Y/N,” Minho saluted you, to which you playfully rolled your eyes and saluted him back. "I’ll yell if I find him. Meet back at the entrance in an hour or so.”

You were swiftly engulfed by the ominous interior of the Maze, eyes scanning up and down the length of the walls and lines of the pathways. The sun still had not risen, but the chirp of the morning birds reminded you of the time. When your watch began to beep from your old morning alarm, you wondered how long you’d been searching and whether or not Minho had found him or not.

“Newt?” you cupped your palms around your mouth and called out, wondering if perhaps he were nearby. You halted your movement at the rustling sound of leaves, but when more silenced ensued, you continued your strides. You wished you could have tracked his footprints or something of the sort, but the stone floors were too solid for shoes to leave imprints.

You slowed your pace as you rounded the corner, sure you heard someone speak; could it have been Minho? Had you circled the sections and accidentally made your way back to the center? Steadily moving, you took a few more steps forward.

And then— more rustling. You froze, waiting. A sound that reminded you of a gasp followed, but you were sure it could’ve been the wind. More resulting ensued; you closed your eyes for a moment in an attempt to locate where the sound came from, or at least which direction it was in. For a moment, you wished Minho was with you; he was the better tracker out of the pair of you.

Your head suddenly snapped up to your left, gaze sliding across the edges of the various walls and ledges within the maze. The ivy beneath the walls was teeming with wild leaves and branches, a curtain of lustrous green coating the stone. For a moment, as you stared you were sure you saw something move.

“Newt?” you tried again, your voice losing its strength and becoming small like a child’s. You continued down the corridor, but the sound of a voice had forced you to fall to a halt. You stood by the corner of the corridor, waiting, eyes closed to listen.

“...I don’t know who you people are, but I hope you’re happy,” you heard. It had to be Newt, it sounded like his voice... he sounded strained, out of breath, but him nonetheless. “I hope you get a real buggin’ kick out of watching us suffer. And then you can die and go to hell. This is on you.”

And then, all at once, the sound of fierce rustling of the ivy, a thud, and finally, a slam. You ran around the corner of the corridor and continued down towards the final wall, glimpses of blonde and brown flashing before your eyes; the leaves rustled again, and you saw Newt at the very bottom of the wall, curled up into a ball. The leaves became stagnant once more.

He lay on his side with his leg pulled up, arms wrapped around it; he rocked back and forth, groaning, sobbing. He let out a deep, painful cry that made your chest hurt, and you broke into a sprint, willing your legs to move faster despite the burning of your muscles. He let out another cry of anguish before shouting, “I hate you! I hate you!”

Cursing under your breath, you ran and ran and ran until you reached him, sliding to reach him as fast as you could, despite the stinging of your knees scraping against the stone ground. He hadn’t noticed you yet, eyes squeezed shut, tears pearling out between his lashes.

“Newt,” you said carefully, your breath catching in your throat as you moved to place a hand on the side of his face. His eyes opened, pupils widening in humiliation, before he closed them again. “Hey, hey, hey... let me help you, okay?”

“Just leave me here,” he muttered, his voice cracking. You clenched your jaw, swiping the damp blonde hair off of his forehead. His face ran pale, long lashes brushing his red- tear-stained cheeks. The rising and falling of his chest began to slow, his body becoming less reactive. “No, stop, you... don’t...”

The tears began to pour out of your own eyes, thumbs grazing his cheekbones as though your soothing touch might bring back his energy. Taking a deep breath, you glanced around you as though Minho might magically pop out to help you. You glanced back down at Newt; he had passed out from the pain of his leg, head lolling to the side.

“No, c’mon, Newt,” you babbled as you shook Newt’s shoulders, your movements becoming frantic the longer you laid there. “You gotta wake up, you shank, you can’t do this to me!”

Your quick breaths turned rapid, the more you hyperventilated, the faster your hands trembled against his skin. Desperately, you turned your head to side, and shouted, “MINHO!”, praying it might reach the other side of the Maze, or wherever your friend was.

The silence that emanated from the Maze was unnerving. You took a final glance down at Newt’s closed eyes, his pale face, before you clenched your jaw and got to your feet. Lifting him by his underarms, you slumped him over your back as though you were giving him a piggyback ride, and trudged along the Maze. You were unsure how long it’d take you; Newt was significantly heavier than you expected him to be, and you could barely see which way to turn with the tears clouding your vision.

“Minho!” you shouted again, voice cracking, and found yourself puzzled about how long you’d been walking. What section were you in? How far were you from the Glade? Was Minho even nearby? “Minho!”

“Y/N?” came Minho’s voice. You could’ve fallen to your knees in relief at the sound of it. “S’that you?”

“Follow my voice!” you cried, tightening your grip on Newt as it began to grow more and more challenging to carry him. You only stepped forward once more before falling to the ground, lowering Newt as gently as you could before you collapsed over his torso, sobs racking your body from the stress of your situation. “Over here!”

“Did you find him?” Minho called back. He was getting closer, and soon enough, you could hear his footsteps racing towards you. “I couldn’t find anything, I think he just...”

He halted, skidding to a stop right at the end of the passage. You lifted your head, lower lip trembling, and Minho suddenly sprinted towards the pair of you, falling to his knees.

“What...” he murmured. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you bawled. “He was talking to someone, one of the Beetle Blades I think... I think he...oh, Jesus, Minho, I think he jumped!”

“From the ivy?” Minho froze, thinking, before his face dropped. Eyes darting down to Newt’s face, he placed a hand on his friends shoulder and mumbled, “God, please tell me you didn’t.”

“He’s breathing, but his leg, it’s... I think he might’ve broken it,” you sniffed, staring down at him. “I’m sure Clint and Jeff can fix him up, but... I can’t carry him anymore.”

“Okay, let’s just... let’s just rest a second,” Minho breathed heavily, sitting down. You could see he was trying to stay calm, but even you could see the way his body was tensed in his panic, his muscles like a cocked gun. “He’s alive. He’ll hurt more if we try to carry him in the state we’re in, we gotta take a breather for a second.”

“Okay,” you stammered out, unable to catch your breath. Running your hands through Newt’s hair, you glanced up an Minho unsurely. “Oh, god...”

“It’s okay,” Minho told you, but you could tell he didn’t believe his own words. “He’s gonna be fine. Just a broken ankle... or leg... could be worse. Bright side is that he’s not stung, he’s alive, he’s breathing, heart’s beating, and... shuck, y’think he’s waking up?”

“Huh?” your head snapped down. Newt was stirring. “Oh Jesus, his leg probably hurts so bad!”

“No shit,” Minho grumbled. “We gotta get out of this shuckin’ Maze.”

“Newt?” you said gently, brushing his hair softly and trying to ease him out of sleep. His eyes rolled beneath his eyelids before they peeled open, squinting at the light of the world. You hadn’t even realized that the sun had risen. Brown eyes stared up at you, almost in disbelief.

“What...?” he murmured almost incoherently, glancing around him, before he suddenly grimaced, hissing through his teeth.

“His shuckin’ leg,” Minho muttered, getting to his feet and dusting off his hands. “Okay, Y/N, get his other arm. We gotta try to not put pressure on his left leg—”

“The shuck are you doing?” Newt slurred as the pair of you frantically moved around him, unsure how to lift him up. His eyelids fluttered as though he were teetering on the edge of consciousness.

“Tryna carry you back to the shuckin’ Glade!” you said frantically, wiping tears from your face. You caught glimpses of his mellow, ebony eyes through his lashes, the leftover tears managing to slip down his cheeks and roll soullessly down his jaw. Running a hand over his forehead, you frantically went on, “The hell are you, doin’, goin’ into the shuckin’ maze at the ass crack of dawn—?”

“Slim in, Y/N,” Minho said quickly. You shot him a broken look, jaw clenched and body tense. He frowned, getting to his feet and grabbing one of Newt’s arms. “Let’s just get him back.”

“I can walk,” Newt mumbled, his words sounding like one big jumble of nonsense. Ashen-faced, he shut his eyes and mumbled something more as you grabbed his other arm; Newt’s hand flexed and grasped at your forearm, fingers sinking desperately into your skin as though trying to hold onto consciousness.

“No, you can’t,” Minho fired as you felt Newt’s grip on your forearm loosen. “Y/N, come on. Let’s get out of this damn maze.”

---

IT WAS GRUELING TO HAVE to exist in Newt’s absence. The poor boy had been passed out in the Med-Hunt for three days now, and although flushes of color had returned to his once-gaunt skin, the sight of him laying so unnervingly still on the white cot made your stomach turn. Nick cut you some slack, knowing how close you held the boy to your heart, but after day two, the Glade needed you to get back to work; however, the last thing you wanted to do was go back into the Maze.

“How’s he doin’?” Minho asked grimly late that afternoon, sauntering into the Med-Hunt with a frown. You took your head out of your hands, pursing your lips and turning to face him from where you idly sat beside the cot. You shrugged. “Still lyin’ around like a shank, huh?”

He was joking of course, but his tone lacked the usual humor it carried. His dark eyes casted over Newt, fingers fidgeting at his side as though he were anxious for him to wake from his coma. You stared at Minho for a moment, his disheveled appearance and untidy hair; he had just gotten back from running.

“The swellings gone down in his ankle,” you muttered, sitting back in your chair and running a hand down your face. Minho gave an almost inaudible hum as a response, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest, the muscles of his forearms flexing.

“Hope he’s okay,” he muttered. “Shank dropped us down two runners.”

“Sorry,” you muttered. “I just feel like as soon as I leave, he’ll wake up, and—”

“I’m kidding, Y/N,” Minho said carefully. “I get it. Not like I’m itchin’ to get back in the Maze after the other day.”

You pursed your lips in a tight smile of understanding before turning back down to look at Newt again. Brushing the hair out of his eyes, you mumbled, “I don’t understand why he would...”

You trailed off, unable to say the words. Minho hung his head.

“It’s this damn Glade,” he answered tacitly. “The Maze. Easy to feel helpless in here, y’know? When you’ve been stuck here for so long...”

He didn’t need to say more. You sighed, moving your hand away from Newt’s hair and settling it on your lap. Minho casted a sympathetic look down at you before pushing himself off the doorframe and extended a hand to you.

“Let’s go get something to eat, okay?” he offered. You only stared at his hand, hesitant to leave. “You can come back right after. Frypan’s making breakfast for dinner.”

You heard your stomach grumble; you hadn’t even realized how hungry you were. With another sigh, you spared Newt’s peacefully sleeping figure a sad glance before taking Minho’s hand and getting to your feet.

Frypan was elated to see you walk through the door, grinning at you as you and Minho approached. He served you a little extra bacon than the others as though he were thanking you for coming by, and you ate happily with Minho, Nick, and the other Gladers.

You and Minho kept you lips sealed about what actually happened in the Maze. When others asked, you both stuck to the same story: that Newt had taken a wrong turn and taken a really, really bad fall. The other Gladers, most of which who hadn’t ever stepped foot in the Maze, believed it for the most part. Alby had his suspicions, the cynic, but he didn’t dare ask you questions. He knew you weren’t talking.

“Hey, Y/N, Minho,” a voice called from behind you as you swallowed the last of your meal. It was Jeff, one of the Med-Jacks, out of breath and leaning down on his knees. “Newt’s up.”

“He is?” your head whipped up, swinging your arms around the wooden bench you sat out and began power-walking in the direction of the Med-Hut. Minho followed suit, excusing the pair of you from the table before jogging to match your pace.

An abundance of thoughts dashed through the walls of your mind was you approached the Med-Hunt, Minho at your side and Jeff following at your heels. Would Newt want to see you? Would Newt want to see anybody? You couldn’t imagine what he must be feeling like.

When you burst through the door, stumbling slightly on the doorstep when Minho practically crashed into your back, Newt’s honey colored eyes flickered up at the pair of you. They were glassy, rose colored cheeks standing out starkly from the new-found paleness of the rest of his skin.

You let out an exhale, staring at him as Jeff walked around to the other side of the bed, sitting down on the small chair.

“His leg’ll be fine,” he told you and Minho, gesturing to where Newt’s left was propped up. “S’healing real nicely. Might— er— might have a bit of a limp, I think.”

You watched Newt clench his jaw at this, his eyes downcast, his chin tucked into his chest as though he were afraid to meet your or Minho’s eyes. Minho gave a sigh of relief at Jeff’s words.

“That’s good, ain’t it?” He said. “I mean, not the limp, but that it’s healing nicely... uhm...”

Minho trailed off, sort of rocking on his toes as though he felt uncomfortable. Newt wouldn’t look at either of you; he clenched his jaw again and shifted around where he lay on the cot.

“How ya feeling?” you asked hesitantly, stepping further into the room and taking a seat on the edge of the cot. Newt still wouldn’t look at you. He gave a lackluster shrug. “Do you... do you want somethin’ to eat or somethin’?”

“No,” he muttered. “M’fine.”

“Y’sure?” Minho asked. “Fry made bacon with dinner... Gally’s gorging himself and someone’s gotta take it from ‘em.”

Newt looked like he wanted to crack a smile, but stayed solemn-faced and shook his head. “M’good. Thanks.”

Minho pursed his lips and nodded. You bit the inside of your cheek, unsure of what to say. Newt’s demeanor implied that he didn’t want either of you there, but you couldn’t find it in you to leave him.

“I’ll, uh...” Jeff awkwardly paused. “I’ll let you guys have a minute...”

Jeff hastily left the room, and you were slightly envious of him to easily escape the awkwardness. Minho slumped his hands into his pockets, still standing by the doorway, and you stared at your hands in your lap.

“Y’don’t have to stay here, y’know,” Newt muttered. “You can go back to whatever you were doing.”

“We wanted to see you,” Minho told him. “T’make sure you were all right.”

“Well, I am,” Newt said shortly. He said nothing more, still avoiding both of your eyes. You made quick eye contact with Minho. He pursed his lips again.

“Uhm, okay, well...” he swallowed. “I gotta go talk to Alby about somethin’... er... get some good sleep, okay?”

“’kay,” Newt mumbled. Minho spared you a final glance before backing up out of the room, leaving just you and Newt to sit in silence. Newt was visibly uncomfortable, fidgeting around, eyes flitting to everywhere but you.

“Y’know you can talk to me,” you finally uttered. You weren’t sure if he looked up at you; you kept your eyes cast down. “I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have an outlet here.”

Newt said nothing for a moment. When you finally glanced up at him, he was staring at you, his face downcast. Finally, after a pregnant pause, he said, “I know.”

“I really care about you,” you went on. “Anyway I can help you, I... just let me know, okay? Getcha back on your feet again, y’know?”

“Well... foot,” Newt joked. You blinked before smiling at him. Frowning again, he said, “I erm... I couldn’t think of an alternative. Felt too trapped in here.”

“I get it,” you nodded your head sympathetically. “I feel it, too. But... I’m glad you’re still here.”

His lip quirked up. “Thanks.”

“Sure,” you smiled at him. Reaching out to grab his hand, you asked, “Do you really not want me to bring you dinner?”

He pursed his lips. “No.”

“I’ll go get you some.”

---

WITHIN THE NEXT FEW WEEKS, word had spread of Newt’s injuries. Only you, Minho, and Alby knew of the true events of the what happened in the Maze, however to the other Gladers, Newt had simply ‘injured his ankle whilst running’. They accepted it and didn’t ask questions, which was, in the end, better for everyone.

He was back on his feet quicker than Clint and Jeff anticipated, hobbling around on a pair of make-shift crutches before he was finally able to put some weight on his ankle. He wouldn’t be able to be a Runner anymore, that was obvious, but he had taken a place behind Nick and Alby as a sort of third-in-command. Aside from that, he’d hang around the gardens, watching the Track-Hoes work, or even in the kitchen, helping Frypan cut up fruits and vegetables for the next day. He found new purpose aside from running.

He still woke up to bid you goodbye. While you, as always, were in your running gear, Newt wore his normal clothes, even sometimes in his pajamas. He’d sleepily rub his eyes and give you a dopey grin, gazing out at the maze. His eyes were no longer eager when he stared at the great stone walls, but a combination of fearful and satisfied. He had done his time.

“Hey,” he said sheepishly one morning, shrugging his hands in his pockets. He was off the crutches now, although it seemed he would be limping forever. “How you feelin’?”

“All right,” you replied, staring at face, cheeks pink that you assumed were from sleep. “Kinda sore.”

“M’sorry,” he told you. “You, er... you can always take a rest day.”

“Nah,” you sighed, adjusting the straps on her harness, only to find they were twisted. A rumble sounded, the doors of the maze slowly diverging and revealing the trodden stone path of the first corridor of the maze, ivy lining its walls and floor, a few beetle blades skittering away from the entrance. “Told Minho he could take the day off... shuck, this damn harness always gets screwed up...”

“Let me help,” Newt offered, and without waiting for a response from you, he stepped forward and touched the straps, fiddling around with them to try and disentangle them. His fingers kept brushing the skin of your neck as he adjusted them for you, digits fumbling along the canvas fabric of the harness. “Is that good?”

“Yup,” you said, glancing down at them before up at him. He was standing closer now, less than a foot away from you, golden hair tousled over his forehead and honey-brown eyes shifting between every pore on your face and the grass by his feet every few seconds. He seemed nervous, you thought. Hm. “Thanks, Newt.”

“You’re—” he cleared his throat and paused. “You’re welcome.”

He said nothing more, licking his lips and swallowing. Lips twitching, you found yourself smirking. “You okay? You look flustered.”

“Oh, oh yeah, I’m— fine!” Newt fiddled with something in his pocket. “I— yes.”

“Mmhm.”

“I have something for you,” he said, and from his pocket he withdrew a small envelope with your name on it in sweet, crooked handwriting. You narrowed your brows.

“Newt...”

“I had it from before,” he jerked his head. “Y’know, everything. But... everything in it still stands, so... figured I’d give it to you.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, tentatively taking it from him. He nodded, giving a crooked smile.

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “Read it on your break, yeah? Come find me afterwards and, uh... let me know what you think.”

“O...kay,” you said, slipping it into your bag. “Will do. Wish me luck in there.”

“Always am,” shrugging his hands into his pockets, he gave another one of those soft smiles of his, apples of his cheeks round and glowing golden from the heat of the rising sun. Jogging backwards, you gave him a false salute before disappearing into the maze.

---

AN HOUR OR SO INTO your run, you took a break to sit down in one of the dead-ends to eat the lunch Frypan had so kindly packed for you. Sinking your teeth into the bright red honey crisp apple, you slipped Newt’s now creased and wrinkled envelope from out of your pocket, staring at the scrawl of your name as the paper rested on your lap. Holding the apple between your teeth, you tore opened the letter; out fell a very small string bracelet, the colors blue, pink, and purple twisted together with knots and braids. You grinned and tied it on your wrist before sliding the worn parchment out of the envelope and unfolding it, your dirty, calloused hands clutching the sides. With a deep breath, you began to read.

Y/N,

I’ve never written a letter before. Not that I could’ve remembered if I wrote one before this. I hope this one is a good one. Chances are you’ll never get this, since I probably won’t have the guts to give it to you. Truth is, I just want to talk to you. Even though you can’t respond. Because this is a piece of paper. Okay, this is off to a bad start. Let me start over.

When I got to the Glade, you were the first to really welcome me here. You make this place feel like home. I’m appreciative for all you have done for me. I’m grateful for having met you and having the honor of becoming your friend. I wish I had the guts to ask you for more. Because in the time that I’ve spent with you, that’s all I’ve wanted.

I miss you when your gone. I lose my mind when we get separated when running. I pray you sit next to me during mealtimes and my heart skips a beat when you bump your shoulder into mine. I love that you like to watch the sunrise every morning and I love the way the hair by your ears curls up after a run. I love how your eyes crinkle when you laugh and I love that you hum to yourself during the bonfires. My face is getting warm as I write this simply by the thought of you reading this. I’m kind of rambling at this point. I guess it’s sort of pointless since you probably won’t read this.

Just know I care for you more than I’ve ever cared for anyone. That I can remember, at least. I wish I could be suave and poetic with this letter, but I’m kind of just spilling my guts everywhere, so I hope the message gets across the right way. I love you, Y/N. Thank you for brightening my life.

Love, Newt.

Ignoring the two tears rolling down your cheeks, you held the letter close to your chest and curled your back, resting your forehead to your knees. Your heart was fluttered, stomach erupting with butterflies. You still had to run the length of the rest of the Maze, but you found yourself counting down the minutes until you could go back to the glade.

---

NEWT SPENT THE MAJORITY OF the rest his afternoon stressed and anxious. In the midst of his work in the gardens, he’d zone out, pondering the endless possibilities of how you might react to the vulnerability within the letter he gave you. He tried his best to make it out to be no big deal, and that the letter was something trivial, but it was harder to relax now that he knew that you knew the truth. The idea of that very fact seemed scarier than anything in the maze.

“Would you stop fidgeting like that, you shank?” Minho had grumbled as the pair of them walked towards the kitchen, where Frypan and the other cooks were starting to serve out dinner. Newt stopped wringing his hands together and dropped his hands to his sides, deeply inhaling through his nose. “What’s your problem?”

“Nothing.”

Minho gave a scoff. “Yeah, okay. And the Greenie doesn’t klunk his pants every three hours.”

“Seriously,” Newt lied through his teeth. “M’fine.”

“You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with a certain Runner who gave me a day off?” Minho hinted, nudging his shoulder.

Newt rolled his eyes, his gaze unconsciously darting towards the open doors of the Maze. Y/N and the other runners should be back any minute now.

“What’d you do?” Minho asked after Newt only gave silence to his last question. “C’mon, man, just tell me. No doubt they’ll tell me later, anyways. We’re, like, best friends, y’know, so I’m sure they’ll just tell me everything—”

“I gave them a letter,” Newt blurted finally, face red and jaw clenched. Minho raised a brow.

“Wow, the jealous tactic does work on you,” Minho mused. “Okay, well... what’s the big deal about a letter?”

“The big deal, Minho,” Newt stopped walking altogether, jolting towards Minho and grabbing him by the shoulders. “Is that that letter just so happened to be me spilling my guts to them about how I feel!”

Minho blinked. “Isn’t that good?”

“No!” Newt shrilled, dropping his hands and starting up his stride again. “No, it’s not good. Because no they’re going to think I’m— like— obsessed with them, or that I’m weird and then they won’t want to be my friend anymore.”

“But... you are obsessed with them.”

“Not the point. That is so far from the point,” Newt ran his palm over his face. He glanced back at the south doors behind him; he watched Ben and Oscar, the newest Runner, run out of the doors. “They’re gonna want to talk about it. And... I’m worried that it’ll be them sitting be down and saying, oh, that was so nice of you, but we’re just friends and then things will never be the same.”

“I think you’re overthinking it,” Minho said carefully. Newt glanced back at the doors; you came jogging out of it, pausing at outside of the doors just as they began to rumble closed. Newt clenched his jaw and whipped his head back around. “They for sure feel the same.”

Newt shook his head. “No, I can already see it. Maybe if I avoid them, I can prolong the inevitable rejection I’m going to face.”

“With that attitude, they’ll turn to me instead,” Minho joked, to which Newt slapped him on the arm. Wincing, Minho chuckled. “Sensitive topic, my bad.”

Newt hastily glanced behind him again; you were striding towards the kitchen with Ben and Oscar flanked at your sides, chest heaving. You ran a hand through your hair and, at the sight of Newt, lifted said hand in the form of a wave. He gave a half-assed wave in return before whipping around again.

“Damn,” he hissed. “I should just... I should—”

“You should turn around and go makeout with them or somethin’,” Minho said casually. Pink in the face, Newt gave him a funny look. “That’s what I would do in this situation.”

“I can’t do that, you shucking idiot,” Newt grumbled. “I’d rather a Griever to this.”

“Hey, Newt!” your voice called from behind him. Newt cursed, pursing his lips, and sent a look at Minho. He smirked and nudged his side. Sighing and bracing himself, Newt turned and waved again, halting in his spot.

“Good luck, Romeo,” Minho patted him twice on the shoulder. “See you at dinner... if there’s any left by the time you guys are done having a steamy session of—”

“Shut it!” Newt hissed and shoved him away. Laughing, Minho jogged off. Your face was shiny from the day of running, hair curled up at the ears, but her cheeks were flushed and your teeth were flashed in a wide grin. “Hi, Y/N.”

“What a day,” you sighed, falling into step with him, shoulder brushing his every few steps. “Should’ve given myself the day off, not that shank Minho.”

Newt allowed himself to crack a grin. “Take the day off tomorrow.”

“Nah, Alby’ll have my head, I’m sure of it,” you smiled. “It’s okay. Got all night to reset my body.”

Newt said nothing, staring at the kitchen ahead as the pair of you walked. You kept shooting him glances, licking your lips as though preparing to speak. Newt swallowed anxiously.

“I, uh... I read your letter during my break,” you finally said, and his breath caught in his throat, heart leaping.

“Oh,” was all he could muster up the energy to say. You were silent for a moment, before you stopped walking. He, too, paused, and glanced up at you; your e/c eyes were glossy, brows tilted up as you stared at him. He blinked.

“It was really...uhm...” you paused searching fro the words. Newt felt his insides shrivel up.

“Yeah, you don’t... you don’t have to say anything,” he muttered. “I know that it was... I... you can spare me the gentle rejection.”

You furrowed your brows. “I was going to say beautiful.”

Newt glanced back up into your eyes, letting out the breath he had been holding in. “Oh.”

“And I wasn’t going to give you a gentle rejection, either,” you told him. “I just... I’ve never really done this before, so... I, erm... I really loved the letter, Newt. Made me cry.”

“Oh!” Newt’s eyes widened. “I didn’t mean to make you cry! I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s good! Good crying!” You reassured him, to which he gave a nervous laugh of relief in response. “I... wrote one back.”

You handed him a small scrap of paper, no doubt torn from a paper in the map-room. Written in a scratchy scrawl were the four words I love you, too. Newt’s heart picked up its pace, heat rushing towards his cheeks in a fiery frenzy. He almost couldn’t tear his eyes away from it before he remember you were there in front of him, and he let his eyes lock on yours.

“You do?” he asked, to which you smiled. He let out a breath of relief. “Oh, jeez...”

You laughed. “Mines not as lovely as yours, but... hope the message is there.”

“Oh, it’s there,” he said, his lips now curving up into an uncontrollable smile, beaming from ear-to-ear. “You’re wearing the bracelet. Sorry, I don’t really know how to make them. Frypan tried teaching me, but I’m not so good and this was already my third or fourth try so I was—”

You leaned over and pecked him quickly on the lips, shutting him up. When you pulled back, you saw his eyes were wide, lips parted.

“It’s okay,” you grinned and glanced down a the bracelet, touching the string with your other hand. Newt watched you, warm eyes sparkling. “I like it this way.”

“I really like you,” Newt blurted, staring, the apples of his cheeks glowing bright red. Heat crept up your neck.

“I really like you, too,” you smiled, looming forwards, rocking on your toes. “We should probably go eat before Gally takes everything.”

“Yeah,” Newt said, although he didn’t move. You stared at him, eyes flickering around his face, watching as his gaze stayed flitting between your eyes and your lips. “I really want to kiss you.”

“Do it, then,” you muttered. He gulped, inching closer, and you felt his nose brush yours. He paused, eyes closed, breathing you in, before he leant down and pressed his mouth to yours. His arms snaked around you, melting against your skin, your fingertips grazing the back of his neck in a quiet, constant motion.

Something whacking against your back forced you to jolt away, on guard; it was Ben and Oscar, giggling and now running away. Flaring your nostrils, you yelled after them, “ASSHOLES!”

Newt was bright red, chest rising and falling faster than you’d ever seen it. You glanced back at him, shyly smiling. Jerking your head towards the kitchen, you said, “C’mon.”

“Okay,” he said immediately, falling into step with you. Hands brushing and cheeks red, the pair of you walked towards the kitchen. Somewhere along the way, your hands found each other and held on tight.

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a/n: some of my description of minho might be overly descriptive cuz he’s so hot and i can’t help it sorry sorry. also this is so unedited its not even funny. not a single proofread im sorry im SORRY.

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not-a-newt · 2 months

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Woot woot I published a second chapter to my nonbinary ryder/jaal & ryder/liam fanfic, this one is just about ryder/jaal cuddling and watching a movie

You can read it [here]

#Mass effect #Mass effect andromeda #jaal x ryder #jaal ama darav #Liam Kosta #rydaal #space newt #newt fanfic

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luveurmilk · 1 year

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Synopsis: Eleanor starts her new life with no memories and is trapped behind four gray walls with a group of twenty boys. When she explores the place with her new friends Alby, Minho, and Newt a mysterious note with a weird mantra is found and it triggers something in her brain she can’t explain. With nothing but time, Eleanor and her friends choose to survive, fight, and live until they can find a way out of their new home with hopes of gaining their memories along the way.

Chapter One: A Family Formed.

My name is Eleanor and I am alone.

If she had a diary, that would be her first entry. That sentence was the only thing running through her mind, aside from fear, as she took in her new life around her. Not too long ago, in the middle of a vast courtyard, she was brought here with a group of twenty boys who all shared one common memory. Their name. Some were crying, some were running, and some were mulling around the cracked stone and vine covered walls.

When she spotted a few boys near a tree, silent and resigned, a pang of an emotion she couldn’t quite grasp filled her chest. A memory, almost, that was dancing around her brain and so close she could taste it. But as soon as the emotion came, it went. Leaving her empty and full of sadness and fear all over again. She stood up from the trees she was leaned against and brushed off the dirt from her pants and made her way over. They seemed to be the only level headed ones here, for now, and they may have some answers.

“I know just as much as you, so stop asking questions.” The one sitting down snapped with a little tremble in his voice. They were scared and clueless; but the more Eleanor looked around, the more she realized that whoever had sent them here had given them the means to survive. There was a barn and pens already filled with animals; there was a running water system and crops were beginning to sprout. There was a concrete building with a large iron door and, on the other side of the box they had arrived in, what looked to be like a house. Not near enough to house twenty or so people, but still shelter. There was a kitchen and by the kitchen she could see someone rummaging through and unloading boxes of what looked to be cooking ware and ingredients that their crops hadn’t produced yet.

She cleared her throat and shoved her hands into her pockets before rocking back on her heels. “I think.. I think we should at least introduce ourselves. Maybe that will make things less scary?” She suggested, voice soft and wavering. Relief washed over her when they agreed and they each took turns telling their names.

“I’m Alby. The snappy one had said after finally raising his head from where it was tucked in his knees.

“Name’s Newt.” The blonde one spoke, this time with an accent she couldn't place. He looked equally as frightened with distant eyes and white skin.

“Minho.” The more muscular one said. Tears were brimming his eyes and she wondered if he was feeling the same familiar and warm fuzzy feeling she was getting the more they spoke.

“I’m Eleanor.” She said quietly, offering a light, warm smile to the three of them. “And apparently, the only girl in this stinkin’ place.” She added on as a lighthearted joke, but it was the truth. There wasn’t another girl in sight. Maybe it was some fluke in their kidnapper’s plan. Maybe there was an entire girl group and somehow they messed up and sent her with the boys and vice versa. Either way, she felt safe with these three boys, and if they allowed it, she would stick with them until they could find a way out of this place.

“Do you think we should try and figure this place out?” The blonde boy, Newt, piped up as he took one more glance around their new home. Home. Did she have a home before this? Did she have a mom or dad, well, she had to have a mom and dad to be here, but did she live with them? Did they know she was missing and being held captive in a strange place with a bunch of boys? A flash in her mind, a memory, was there one second and gone the next. A faceless blonde woman and muffled words standing in front of her. She tried to take in what was in the background but it seemed like it was just a white room. Was that her mother?

“We can tomorrow.. We just.. Maybe we can just take a walk around for a bit?” Alby suggested as he was standing on his feet and dusting the dirt off of his jeans. That was another thing that she was noticing; that their clothing was almost all the same. A mix of blues, browns, and beiges with a pair of jeans. There were no patterns to their shirts except some had buttons and some didn’t.

They all gave a voice of agreement and started walking along the walls, looking at the already structured buildings, listening to the sounds of the animals that someone was already tending to, and watching as the boys slowly started to come around and explore. There seemed to be a breeze coming from somewhere and the more she thought about it, there wasn't a sun in the sky despite it being daylight. Minho had found a rock and was kicking it along with their journey until they stopped in front of the building that looked like a janky house.

“Should we go in?” Alby asked the group; hand twitching as if he wanted to reach up and twist the knob to see what was inside. “Absolutely. Maybe there’s a clue as to why we’re here in there.” Minho had shoved the rock he was kicking to the side in favor of their newest fascination, annoyance peeking through in his voice and through the look on his face as if to say, Why else would we be exploring? Alby shoots him a look and places his hand on the cool metal before opening it with a shaky turn.

Inside was empty, but large. You could practically smell the new wallpaper and fresh wood; like somebody had finished building it a few days prior to their arrival. There was a long hallway that led to a big, open room that was lit up by the light on the ceiling. From what she could see, there were a few other rooms located inside the little home. Newt let out a low, sarcastic laugh as they moved inward. “How lovely, we have a home. I suppose our furniture will come later?” She chose to ignore it and pressed forward and so did the rest of them. The foyer was big enough that they could spread out and have a bit of breathing room, but she wandered down the hall behind Alby.

“Uh.. You said your name was Eleanor, right?” Alby said, drawing the attention of Newt, Minho, and herself. His tone was full of suspicion as his gaze remained locked on the door he was currently standing at before dragging his eye away to look at her; face drawn into an unreadable expression. She felt her stomach knot and she gave a nod as she, and the other two boys in the room, moved towards where Alby was. On the door was a rectangle piece of wood that had been sanded and polished, and in the middle, her name was carved.

“I don’t… I don’t understand..” Eleanor spoke up when all eyes were on her; hands starting to tremble as the knots in her stomach grew into angry cramps of anxiety. Alby steps aside as she moves forward and twists the knob to the door, opening it with a creak as they all hold their breaths in anticipation of what could be on the other side.

It was empty.

The room was empty.

The walls had the same patterned wallpaper as the other rooms and a measly light hung from the ceiling, glowing and barely illuminating anything due to it being day time. “What’s this?” Newt asked as he bent over and picked up a folded piece of paper; fingers opening it with a slight tremble before he started reading aloud to the group who was all now gathered together around him.

Everything that’s happening, is happening for a reason.

Remember: WICKED is good.

Eleanor doesn’t know what happened. One minute she was listening to Newt read the words on the paper and the next a sharp, breath taking pain was piercing her skull. She could faintly hear Newt, Minho, and Alby calling her name as she fell to her knees; the strength of the pain so grand it caused her knees to collapse and give way on her.

The blonde, faceless woman was clouding her fading vision, muttering the same words that were inked onto the note left for them.

WICKED is good. WICKED is good. WICKED is good. WICKED is good. WICKED is good.

The voice finally fades out and leaves her standing in a dark room. Eleanor figures at this point that sharp pain in her head must’ve killed her and she's in some kind of purgatory state, or that whoever took her memories took her ability to dream too. “Hello?” She shouts out with her arms flailing up in the air and then dropping back down dramatically at her sides. Her body turns and looks for any sign of life and then..

A bubble. Bright and shining. A memory.

She rushes towards it like a moth to a flame; hand reaching out to touch it and gain some sort of normality to her new life. Anything to remember why she was here, how she got here, or even, who put her here.

Almost, almost.. Her hand brushes the ball of light and it burns; searing her hand and causing her to let out a gasp before her eyes fly open. She registers muttering and scrambling, voices around her and a softness under her that she didn't remember sinking into before she blacked out.

“She’s awake! Get Minho and Alby!” Newt says to no one in particular and turns his focus back to her as one of the boys’ footsteps scramble out of the room. He’s giving her a light smile that brings more comfort than anything. “Gave us a right scare, you know that? Passed out on us and everything.” Confusion must’ve come across her face because Newt kept speaking. “After we read the note you kinda.. grabbed your head and fell to the ground. We found this room with a bed and brought you here and hoped you’d wake up.” Alby and Minho are at Eleanor’s side the next second with Minho shoving a metal tin full of cool water towards her as Alby helps her sit up from the bed. “How long was I out?” She croaks out, voice raw and dry from lack of hydration since God knows when and entirely grateful for the cool liquid coating her throat.

“About two hours. We thought you might have died.” That statement earns Minho a smack to the back of his head from Alby and the noise he makes had the room erupting in a light fit of giggles. “The main thing is that you’re awake and you seem to be fine.” She shares a smile with Alby as he says it, nodding in agreement before downing the rest of the water.

“While I was out.. I did have this.. Weird dream thing..” Eleanor says and it grabs the attention of the boys piled in the room. Each one leaning forward in hopes of a glimpse of their lives before. “Everything was dark and there was this floating ball of light so I went to it. When I touched it, it burned my hand. That’s why I woke up. I think it was a memory and whoever put us here doesn't want us to remember a thing.” The room was silent after she finished, maybe because nobody knew what to say. They were trapped here with no way out; held hostage by tall gray walls and green vinery.

“Maybe we’re the last people on Earth and this is all that's left!” A boy from the back says, voice shaky and still full of fear. Everyone erupted in their own small conversations; filling the room with anxiety filled words that they were all going to die in here and rot away to their captor's delight. “I don’t think we’re the last people on Earth. I think this is some kidnapper’s sadistic torture. I guarantee we’re being watched somehow!” Minho pipes up and that seems to be everyone’s general agreement.

“Either way,” Alby begins, calming the voices in the room that have gotten louder in their own conversations, “whoever or whatever put us here has given us the means to survive. We have water, electricity, animals, and crops. Plus the note we found. You’ve all seen it. I don’t know who WICKED is and if they really are good.. All I know is now we need to adapt and make the most of it. We can either cry and be a big baby and die or live long enough to get out of here.”

Alby’s words seemed to hit each one of them in the heart, filling them with warmth and better hope for tomorrow. Newt pats Alby on the back with a wide grin, “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” After that, they all went around the room and introduced themselves as they stayed crammed into that one room. This was their home now and this was their new family.

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Everyone felt a lot calmer when late afternoon came and they all settled at the tables that had been set up near the kitchen. A boy named Siggy had piped up and said he'd like to try his hand at cooking for them and a few other boys volunteered to help. An hour later the smell of cooked beef and spices were filling the air and the area filled with crying and sobs for help that morning were now occupied by talking and bonding. Eleanor sat with Minho, Newt, and Alby as well as two other boys: Nick and George. Like them, they seemed to click the moment they found one another.

Nick was talking with his hands about things he could remember: airplanes, television, busy city streets. The more he listed the more they agreed that the only thing they couldn’t remember was their lives before coming up in the box. They knew what the animals in the pens were and they knew each vegetable that was planted in the ground. They could remember basic math and science, pieces of literature. Yet, no matter how much they talked about the things they knew, nothing sparked a memory in their mind. They just knew one solid thing: their name.

George was in the middle of describing a book he remembers reading when Siggy announced that dinner was done and plates were passed out; full of piping hot beef stew and a hearty serving of mashed potatoes served with cold water. They all dug when the aroma of the food reminded them of just how hungry they were; groans of satisfaction sounding across the tables and forks clattering against glass plates. “Siggy, my man, you have a calling.” Newt, with a mouth full of mashed potatoes, said when the cook sat with them with his own plate of food. The table laughed, agreeing, but too busy to talk due to eating.

Later, when their stomachs were full, Minho had a brilliant idea of trying to climb the vines. “I’m just saying.. Look how thick these puppies are! Maybe we can reach the top and see what’s out there!” He was tugging the greenery and hanging off of a few vines to see if they could hold his weight and they did. “Minho, I think whoever put us here is smarter than that.” Eleanor had a smile on her face as she gently tried to prevent her friend from being the first one to break a bone, but it fell on deaf ears when Nick encouraged him. “We’ll never know if we don’t try!” Was expressed matter of factly by Minho and the boys then joined Nick in joyful chants of, “Climb! Climb! Climb!”

So Minho did. His hands grasped onto one of the thicker vines and he began to scale the wall five feet, then ten. The cheers never stopped coming, and even though Eleanor didn’t think it was possible, she and Newt gave each other a shrug before chiming in and encouraging their friend with wide smiles on their faces.

It was a moment of freedom and elation. A distraction and sense of hope that they were all longing for. Minho wasn’t successful but he didn’t stop trying a new vine until his strength and stamina ran out. They gave him pats on the back for his efforts and pushed a cup of water into his hand. “Maybe I was a bodybuilder before I was put here.” He flexed his muscles and everyone laughed; now sitting on the ground beside the wall. Dusk was now upon them, the sky dimming and still no actual sign of sun to set. The sky was growing dark and what appeared to be stars were starting to twinkle in the west where the sun wasn't shining.

“Hey guys! Look what we found!” A boy named Gally was running up to them with something rolled up in his hands. “Adam found a bunch of them in the boxes of supplies. They’re sleeping bags!” His voice was full of excitement and the entire group rushed to where the boxes were, each one picking out a bag to call their own. “Wouldn’t you rather sleep in the building there? You have a room all to yourself.” Alby asked with a red sleeping bag clutched in his hands. Eleanor shook her head and gave her new friends a smile. “No, not tonight. I think we should all stick together.” That seemed to make the three of them happy as they set off to find a spot to sleep for the night; tucked away near the building and beneath the tree lining.

Sleep found them easy. Their minds exhausted from the start of their new life and bodies exhausted from exploring. Eleanor drifted off between Minho and Newt as her dreamland was filled with a faceless blonde woman and the words WICKED is good flooding in her ears.

A/N: We're starting from The Fever Code, my friends! Most of the beginning will follow the books and some of it will follow the movies. The chapters will get longer and I have no set time on when I will update just yet. Feedback is welcomed, but please be kind. Happy reading!

* Can be found on Wattpad, AO3, and Quotev.*

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Hi there.

Maybe a newt x f reader where reader its a healer ( doctor) . reader was a friend of theseus and they were working on a case from the Ministry of magic. Thank you so much ❤️

kiss it better

newt scamander x reader

fluff (making out)

cw: unedited, blood, a lil bit of ~suggestiveness~/(okay a lot a bit of suggestiveness i write like a romance novelist sometimes lol sorry not sorry), making out, newt is ripped and hot as hell

summary: newt gets injured and theseus knows the perfect person to kiss it better.

notes: thank you so much for the request love!!! i wasn’t sure exactly what you were looking for with this one so i just used my imagination so i do hope you like it. feel free to request something more if you don’t though :))

16+ please!!

“theseus, this is ridiculous, let go of me.”

it was a small cut, just a little one. a small mishap with alone of his creatures, that was all. such a tiny little ailment.

“it is bleeding profusely and goes all the way across your stomach, newt!” theseus exclaimed, pulling his brothers coat sleeve like a child dragging their parents through a candy store. “she’s very nice, you know that.”

oh, newt knew you were nice— that was the problem. you were so nice, so pretty, so incredibly everything that newt could hardly bare it. years and years of friendship with you and he could hardly even contain his joy at the sound of your laugh, at the mere sight of you. it made it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to exist when all he could focus on was you.

“you’re working a case, theseus,” newt sighed, allowing his brother to pull him up the stairs to your apartment. “she’s probably reviewing files or something, it would be rude to interrupt her work.”

but the scamander brothers were already outside your door, and theseus was already knocking. before newt could brace himself for the wave of love sickness that would inevitably hit him the second he saw you, the door swung open and there you were; nice, pretty, perfect.

“hi newt, theseus,” you greeted, chest heaving (you may have ran across the apartment the second you’d heard their voices coming down the hall) “what can i— oh merlin’s beard.”

newt looked down, unsurprised to see the blood had seeped through his white shirt. he gave you a lopsided smile and you rolled your eyes, a pitiful attempt to avoid eye contact with the boyish man before you.

“come inside.”

theseus all but shoved newt inside, already straightening out his suit and brushing the left over floo powder off of his shirt. he looked up to you and his brother, unphased by the confused look on your faces.

“well, i best be off.”

you gawked at him. “your— your not going to stay?” you asked. he shook his head. “theseus! your brother is injured and you’re leaving?”

“we have a case!”

“it’s really okay,” newt said, bashfully, suddenly reminding you of the reason they were there.

scoffing, you turned back to newt, waving your friend off. “workaholic,” you murdered as you began searching for your emergency bandage kit.

and with that, theseus shut the door— but not before sending his brother a mischievous wink. newt felt a shiver down his spine.

sneaky bastard.

you finally found the small red box, pulling it open and rifling through it for a disinfectant and some gaws, as well as a mini suture kit.

glancing up at newt through your eyelashes, you hummed expectantly. “shirt off,” you ordered, some foreign sort of confidence surging through you.

newt swore all the brain cells left his mind. “pardon?” he chocked, suddenly not too concerned with his injuries.

“i can’t exactly fix you through the shirt. now c’mon, we don’t have all day,” you explained.

quickly, newt obeyed, shedding his baggy coat and undoing the bloodied buttons. very quickly, he felt exposed, but the bashful look on your face made him feel more smug than anything.

you had never seen newt shirtless before now, but my lord, did you wish the sight to be engraved in your mind till the day you died. you could see the viens that traveled up his tanned arms, and as shocked to see his biceps had been rather toned under that jacket all this time. his freckles spanned all down his chest and arms as well, dancing around the thin scars across him.

for a man so cute and clever, he was sure an enthralling sight to see.

clearing your throat, you finally looked down at the wound intently, relieved to see it didn’t look like too hard of a fix. with some shallow sutures and cleaning, he’d be better in no time.

“not too bad,” you murmured without thinking, entire body going cold at the implication. shit. the clever smile on newts face grew. “i— i meant the cut isn’t too bad, doesn’t look, y’know, infected.”

“good,” newt agreed, leaning back on his arms. his abdomen tensed at the movement and he hissed at the pain. “ouch.”

before you could look at him too closely, or think too much apparently, you knealt down infront of him. however, as he opened his legs to allow you space between them, you realized the predicament you’d put yourself in.

holy fucking shit.

you looked up hesitantly, feeling your heart race at the way newt looked down at you; nervous and kind, like he was just as surprised by your position as you were.

“this might sting a little,” you announced, trying to redirect his (and yours) attention back to the real reason you were on your knees.

carefully, you wiped the cotton pad across the cut, cleaning up the blood around the wound. newt hissed again, hands gripping the blanket laid across your couch. you had to will yourself to keep your eyes on the wound.

“almost done,” you reassured, finally looking up to see newts eyes screwed shut in pain. quickly, you dabbed at the far end of the wound, bringing your hands down quickly. “all done.”

newt sighed in relief, swallowing roughly. he glanced down to his stomach, feeling his head buzz as you looked back up at him. “whatcha thinking, doc?” he teased.

you could’ve died at the irony. you could not tell him what you were thinking right now.

“well, it’ll only need a few stitches at the edges there on the left, but it should be fine otherwise. just some bandages and you’ll be good,” you answered.

“no magic?” he asked.

“sadly, my regulations to do these sorts of healing charms only spans as far as britain,” you replied. “i’m working on getting the papers here in the states, but for now, just my handy work.”

newt smiled, another grin which made you weak in the knees. “your handy work is quite good.”

you ignored the heat in your face from the praise as you began you sutures. you felt newt shiver under your hands as they fluttered across his stomach, tracing the stitches and looking for any imperfections. finally satisfied with the stitching, you taped some bandages across them, and stood up once you were done. three easy steps, and nothing went wrong—

as you took a step back, you stumbled over the edge of your rug, fumbling backwards as you tried to regain your balance. before you realized what had happened, you felt newts hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you forward.

and forward was onto his lap.

you had spoken too soon.

you caught yourself with a tight grip on his bare shoulders, the skin soft and hot under your hands. your face was barely an inch from his, and your eyes met his in a brief moment of panic.

“s-sorry, i just didn’t want you to hit your head on the coffee table,” newt whispered, eyes darting form your eyes to your lips and back again nervously. he seemed very regretful of his action at first, but he didn’t budge to move you off of him, hands gripping the flesh around your hips.

“t-thank you,” you stammered, gathering all your strength not to squirm in his arms, your heart beating faster than your blood could pump.

newts eyes found yours again, thumbs making small circles in your hip bone. “have i ever told you that you’re very pretty?” the low rasp of his voice could’ve made you faint on any ordinary day, but given that you were practically straddling him, nothing could’ve made you more lightheaded. “especially up so close.”

“newt,” you whispered.

“what, love?”

“please kiss me.”

newt closed the gap without a second thought, kissing you gently. his lips were soft, but needy, pulling away and coming back for more over and over and over again. his hands traveled from your hips all the way up to your head, resting on your jaw. you moved your hands up his neck, playing with the curls on the nape.

you whined as he pulled away entirely, pulling him impossibly closer to yourself. “why’d you stop?”

“isn’t there a rule about strenuous activities post surgery?” he teased, laughing as he pressed another kiss to your lips briefly; he had waited too long to do this and he didn’t wanna stop now. “making out seems pretty strenuous to me.”

“i’ll kiss it better.”

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reneeluv154 · 4 months

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I need you

I hope you enjoy this imagine!!🤍🤍

This is a smut imagine about Newt.

I realize it’s a little long, I apologize. There isn’t really a plot just straight up smut.

I tickled Newt’s hand, making him stir.

“Hmmph.” He grumbled, opening his lazy eyes.

“What love?” He whispered.

His voice made me horny. We may have our own room in the glade but that doesn’t mean the walls aren’t paper thin. Anyone at any time could hear everything. I smirked, wrapping both my legs around one of his and grinding.

He cocked an eyebrow.

“Not tonight love.” He pulled me closer holding me still. I tried desperately to grind on him but he wouldn’t let me.

“Shhh go to sleep, baby.”

I clenched my legs hard. Hearing him call me “Baby” made me need him even more.

“But Newt you promised!” I whined.

“Be quiet, there’s others trying to sleep.” His voice was more demanding. Thirty minutes later we still just lay there. I tried multiple times to grind on him or kiss him just trying to get him in the mood but he wouldn’t budge and he would slap my hand anytime I got too close to his Penis. My next choice was to touch myself but yet again I was stopped, no matter how quietly I tried.

“Newt please, I need this.”

A tear ran down my face in desperation and frustration. He sighed, wiping my tears, getting up and grabbing his shoes before picking me up, and letting me straddle him. I moaned from the contact and immediately began making out with his neck, trying to get more friction by moving myself roughly up and down his chest.

Before I knew it we were at our spot, deep in the deadheads where no one could hear or find us. I squealed when he set me down finally connecting our lips, we made out for a long while before he pulled away, both gasping for air.

“Newt, I need you,” I begged.

“Prove it, princess.” He whispered.

I smiled before lowering to the ground feeling the leaves and grass beneath me. I reached up and pulled down his trousers. Shocked to see he hadn’t worn any underwear to bed. He was huge, I swear bigger than last time. It was thick and long with veins bulging from it.

“You miss him, baby?” I nodded, giving him the cutest doe eyes I could. There was no sense of sleep in his eyes, he was wide awake and so was his Dick.

“Go on.” He pushed.

I trailed my tongue from his v all the way to the tip before taking him in my mouth and softly moving my tongue in circles around the tip. He moaned and threw his head back with his eyes shut.

I very slowly began sucking, moving my head back and forth. I wasn’t going to give it to him that easy, he made me wait, why shouldn’t he?

“You're gonna have to move a little faster, yeah?” He grunted.

I giggled, sending vibrations down his dick, his legs shook from the amount of edging.

“Faster princess.” He was much more dominant now grabbing my hair, and forcing his cock down my throat over and over again until he came, groaning loudly. I felt the sweet liquid shoot into the back of my throat before he pulled out. I looked up at him to show his load letting some dribble down my Chin before swallowing the rest.

“Mmmm, now it’s your turn princess.”

He grabbed me by my arm, roughly walking me over to a tree and tying my hand’s tightly around it, my ass sticking out from behind. He lifted my chin to look at him.

“This is what happens when you aren’t patient.” He gave me a small kiss before making his way behind me.

“I don’t think we need this now do we?” He asked, ripping off my tank top.

I gasped trying to move back against him. “A a ah, you do that again and I won’t let you finish, do you understand me?”

I nodded

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

He ripped both my bra and my panties off, playing with my nipples pinching and rubbing them, making me moan and arch my back. I could feel his dick against my ass making it harder not to grind.

“You're such a good girl.” He cooed.

My wetness was now running down my legs as I felt him sucking on my neck. “Are you ready?”

I smiled. Finally, he was gonna fuck me.

“Yes yes, I’m ready.” He chuckled at my desperate pleas, placing both hands on my hips before pushing his dick further inside me than I felt it had ever been. This was heaven. He began thrusting hard and fast into my sensitive pussy while guiding my hips with one hand, using the other to play with my clit. I screamed my eyes rolling back into my head and my back arching as I hit my high cumming on him but he didn’t stop pulling out a few moments later leaving his cum to squirt up my back. The warm sensation made me smile.

After he undid my cuffs and we both got dressed he carried me back to our room laying me down on my stomach and cleaning me up with a wet cloth before lying beside me.

“Was I too rough?” He asked with uncertainty and worry. I slowly shook my head, still recovering from my orgasm. “You were perfect.”

I smiled, cuddling into his chest.

And I felt a subtle kiss on my head while drifting into a relaxing rest.

Not very proud of this lol I was bored and needed something to write.

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shaythey · 6 months

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Hermann deflates. “Don’t drift with the bloody brain,” he snaps. “You’ll kill yourself.”

A familiar, ominous gleam twinkles in Newton’s eye. “What a way to go, though,” he says, wistfully.

From time won't give me time by @hermannsthumb

#THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVS PLS READ IT #newmann #newton geiszler #newt geiszler #hermann gottlieb #pacific rim #pacrim #pacrim fanart #charlie day #burn gorman #pacrim fanfic #my art #fic rec

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bee6r · 5 months

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Rushed Reunion

⚠contains maze runner SPOILERS⚠

{Gally x !GN! Reader}

Summary: After reaching the last city, you reunite with Gally after thinking he was dead. (takes place in the Death Cure movie)

Warnings: Violence, cursing

WC: 1k

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The streets are crowded as your group attempts to push their way through to the front of the barrier. You wonder silently why no one wants to cross it, given the lack of guards patrolling, but decide it is better to be safe than sorry.

People are screaming from all around you and the group, and it's all you can do, not to be separated from each other. Finally, you reach the street that winds down the middle of the square. Large black trucks pass, many of them carrying uniformed soldiers towards the border. You stare up at them, wonderingly and one catched your eye. You don't mean to exactly, but as the soldier keeps your gaze locked with his own, you let your eyes follow him down the road until the car turns and continues out of sight.

"Y/N," Newt calls from a few paces ahead, "we're going to try to make it to the front." You nod and follow him, along with the rest of the group.

It takes some pushing, shoving, and Thomas pulling you forward between two women who refuse to budge, but finally, you can rest your hands on the concrete fence. Thomas and Newt talk to each other in hurried whispers to your left, while you quickly survey your surroundings. Beyond the mass of people there is a strong iron wall, splitting only for seconds at a time as vehicles enter the city.

Resting on the tops of the walls are large weapons, all pointed away from the crowd, but you don't underestimate their power once activated. As if reading your mind, small red lights flicker on inside each of the machines and they spring to life, un-focusing on the entrances and instead setting their malicious sights on the front of the crowd. At once, everything goes silent, then, the first blast crashes to the ground on your right and screams erupt throughout the mob.

You're knocked out of your stupor as someone grabs your arm.

"Let's go!" a voice yells, and you can't tell if it's Thomas, Fry, or someone else. Instead of thinking, you run in the direction of the voice, trying to get away from the area of the blast but more attacks are already coming. The hit the ground behind you and it is all you can do to stay on your feet as the ground shifts. Suddenly, someone grabs you, but the idea that it may be someone from the Glade stops you from reacting immediately.

"Thomas?" You ask, but no one answers, and before you know it, you're being thrown into the back of a dark van. You scream, running towards the doors to escape, but you're knocked backwards as Jorge is thrown into the van as well. He doesn't hesitate to mimic your actions, throwing his weight against the door of the van right as it closes securely.

You sit back on your heels, trying to catch your breath, but Jorge continues to ram himself against the door as the van begins to move.

"Let me out you assholes!" He screams and you lunge forward grabbing his middle and pulling him back.

"Jorge! Stop, you're going to hurt yourself!" You try and scream over his consistent yells, but he continues trying to break down the doors, to no avail.

After about ten minutes of this, the vans stop, and Jorge backs up, readying himself for a fight, and as the doors open, he propels himself forward and out of the car and towards the soldiers.

You jump after him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he tries to run at the others.

"Where is she?" he yells, his voice booming in what you realize is a kind of highway overpass. "Where is Brenda? If you hurt her i'll-"

"Jorge I'm here, I'm right here," Brenda assures, stepping out of an identical van to your right. You release Jorge's middle as he crosses over to Brenda. You turn to the others, Thomas, Newt, and Fry, as they also step out of the van.

"Thanks for leaving me with him," you mutter as Newt walks over to pat your shoulder.

"Anytime," Newt smirks, and you smile. Thomas, however, is already striding over to the closest soldier, anger evident in his features.

"Where are we?" he asks, his voice and temper both rising, "where did you bring us?"

"We're here to help," another soldier calls, making his way over to your group, "no need to get angry." You recognize the voice but can't place it immediately. Apparently, Newt does as well, because he turns to you, a look of confusion crossing his face.

"Who are you?" Thomas asks, his voice still louder than anyone else's. The soldier sighs, and stops walking, only a few feet away. Then, his head turns towards you, and he takes off his helmet.

As soon as you see him, your arms are around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Gally's arms curl around your waist in return, and he snuggles his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent deeply.

"I-I thought you were-"

"I know," he whispers so that only you can hear him, "I know, and I'm sorry." Instead of responding, you pull him impossibly closer, never wanting to let go. When you finally pull away, he presses a quick kiss to your lips, and you smile.

"I missed you," you whisper, before turning back to the group. While the two of you reunited, the others had been talking. As you face Thomas, Newt and the others now, they turn to you, hope alite on their dirt-covered faced, and smiles starting to form.

"Okay," Thomas starts, "we have a plan."

PART 2 COMING SOON...

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moonys-wrld · 8 months

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hear me out, Newt Scamander with an animagus boyfriend who's just as shy as Newt so he stays in Newt's briefcase to keep a 24/7 eye on the animals and whenever Jacob enters the case for the first time he panics and turns to his animagus form which is like a cat or dog and Jacob is just like "oh shit, a normal animal!" and Newt is just like "yeah no that's my boyfriend" forgetting that Jacob doesn't know what an animagus is. I must write this now,,

(psst, anyone can use this idea as well! if you do use it tag me so I can read what you come up with!!)

#newt scamander #newt scamander x male reader #newt scamander x reader #fanfic ideas #elios thoughts

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majesty31 · 1 month

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𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 | 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 <𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒔. 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐.𝟖𝑲

The world felt as if it were spinning- no coming to a complete stop. Time felt as if it wasn't a thing. You stood there like a complete idiot with a knife to your throat as you looked at the man you had come to love other the past three years. Millions of thoughts were coming to your head as everyone around you was yelling, you couldn't hear a word anyone was saying all you could hear were the thoughts running trough your head.

Did he even love you? If he did, wouldn't he give anything to be with you, give anything to have a normal life with you outside of this damn Glade. You knew the reasons for this, he was scared, so scared that everything else was blurred and blocked out. His feelings for you didn't feel as strong when the fear was much stronger. And at this moment you wanted to hate him, you wanted to yell and scream at him to just listen to everyone. Listen to you. But he wouldn't and everyone including yourself knew this.

Your eyes were filled with tears, your heart was going so fast you thought it would rip out of your chest completely and you felt as if the world was ending. You didn't think you'd ever feel so bad in your life, the feeling was far worse than fear, it was far worse than the many panic attacks you've had over the years, it was much worse than millions of stabs, you'd even prefer the stabs, you'd prefer the panic attacks. For anything was better than this.

The moment his eyes connected with yours you knew you would never see him again, you knew he was gone, he was already a dead man. And even the thought of leaving him behind made you want to throw up. The thought of begging him to come with you came across your mind many times but you knew better than to beg a dead man to leave his graveyard.

His hard eyes softened when he saw the pain in your eyes, he knew you wanted to go with them, he knew you wanted him to go with you, he knew it all. But he couldn't see past that damn fear.

"Let her go," His voice came out soft, softer than anything you've ever heard coming from his lips. Your eyes didn't leave his, not even when you felt the knife slowly drop from your throat. And before you could stop yourself you ran up to Gally, your shaking hands grabbing his neck and pulling his face down to meet yours.

His lips collided with yours and he didn't stop you, instead he dropped his knife and pulled you in closer, kissing you back with so much passion you thought that maybe this would change his mind, you thought for sure he loved you. But this kiss was a goodbye and you both knew this.

You gripped his hair tighter, going onto your toes to get more acses to him making his grip on your waist tight, so tight it hurt, but you didn't care. The hurt was nothing compared to what you felt in your heart. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms for the rest of your life, and if you would've known that the last time you'd ever see him smile or laugh was that night you wouldn't have ever looked away.

You pulled away from him, your head leaning on his as he gazed into your eyes. Neither of you said anything, for you both already knew what the other wanted to say. You knew you'd never find another like Gally, and you never wanted to ever try to find someone to replace him. He was the one for you, and now. Now you had to leave him here to die. You were in a nightmare and you were just waiting until the morning came so that you could run back into his arms and everything would be fine again. But that was just a dream at this point. A dream you'd never be able to reach.

You felt cold the second you stepped away from his warm embrace. It took everything in you to keep on moving forward, you didn't even dare to look back. You felt a warm hard on your back right as you rejoined the group of teenagers leaving the Glade.

"It'll be okay," Newt whispered as he wiped your wet face.

The rest of it all came in a blur, you barely remember anything from running in the maze to running from Grievers. And soon you were in a room with dead bodies scattered all over, most due to gun shots. You remembered a video and then your world crashed and crumbed right in front of your eyes.

You remember screams and cries, all coming from you. You remember being pulled away from the only dead body you never wanted to see dead, you remember feeling numb. You remember his face, his eyes. They looked as cold and empty as you felt.

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As the months went on you wished you had never left the Glade in the first place, for the world was nothing any of you expected, it was dark, and dead. Everywhere you looked you saw more and more death, you saw how survival was all anyone ever thought about anymore, your small group seemed to be the only ones who cared about friendship and loyalty.

You were surprised you lasted as long as you did without dying, or without getting the flare but in all honesty it was due to your group, you all saved each other over and over, never leaving anyone behind. So when Minho got captured each and everyone of you wanted to go back fro him, and thats exactly what you did.

You got shoved to the side by Newt as a truck passes by, yours eyes follow it when you see there were about five men sat on top all wearing masks. You start to feel a little uneasy when one of the men doesn't look away from you, his head moving to the side as the truck moves further along the road.

You snap your head back to Newt when he starts walking forward, your eyes roam around, seeing so many people in one spot was rare nowadays and you knew this wouldn't end well, WIKD would never allow it get like this and soon they would put a stop to it.

You saw how Thomas walked ahead of all of you, ignoring Jorge when he tried to stop him, you knew this wasn't the best way to get Minho back but none of you had a better plan so you kept on walking, ignoring the strange feeling in your chest that told you something bad was going to happen.

You looked behind you only to see that same man who you saw on the truck, his eyes were covered by the mask so you didn't know weather or not he was even looking at you, but either or it didn't feel right. Something about him made you feel uneasy, maybe it was his height, he towered over everyone it seemed like, and he had a really good build. He was intimating, and the mask made it worse.

Newt seemed to see this too, he pointed another one out to you, and this made the both of you move faster towards the rest of your group. And before you even realized you were all running again with bombs crashing into the ground all around you.

As you were running you saw someone behind you, you didn't think much of it for everyone was trying to get out before being killed but than you felt strong arms warp around your waist and before you could get out of their grasp they pulled you up.

You screamed and tried hitting the man but he was far too strong. Your wide and worried eyes searched for your friends but you didn't see them anywhere, making fear creep into your body. You turned your head to see it was the same masked man you saw on the truck, his eyes were looking stright ahead and before you knew it you were shoved into a van, hitting the floor with a grunt.

You quickly moved to the back wall when the man got in with you. You looked at them with fear laced in your eyes, there were about three men all in masks and just staring at you. Your breath was coming in and out fast, you looked around trying to see if there was a way out but you knew if you tried they would probably shot you dead.

You jumped when the door slid open but relaxed a little when they threw Thomas in. He was yelling at the man but his yells came to deaf ears when the man shut the door in his face, he turned around, his eyes finding your causing him to relax a little.

You both jerked when the Van started moving, and you tried your best to not freak out. What if they were with Wicked? All kinds of horrible thoughts came to mind but they all vanished when the Van stoped.

Thomas tried to fight off the men when they grabbed him and pulled him out. But due to his fighting they just threw him to the ground. You on the other hand, got out of the van by yourself, your eyes glaring daggers at the man who reached to get you out. But by the look you gave him, he backed away from you.

You ripped your gaze off his, the further you walked the more men you saw, all wearing masks, all carrying weapons, all looking like they could kill you without a single thought, or a single care. Thankfully you saw everyone you came here with, but they were all standing in front of the men, this could very well be your end. And Minho would rot in wicked for who knows how long.

Your heart picked up in pace when a man started talking, his voice was deep but it sounded way too familiar. He was the same man you've been seeing since you got in the city, there was something different about him, but you didn't know what exactly it was.

You could feel Thomas getting impatient the more the man spoke. You cursed to yourself when he finally had enough, pushing the man who was behind him and stepping forward. "What do you mean same side! Who the hell are you?"

Everyone went dead silent, and you could feel yourself holding your breath, waiting for the man to give some kind of reaction, a reaction none of you wanted. But he was quiet for far too long. You furrowed your brows when he turned his head, grabbing his mask with his free hand and pulling it over his head. He looked at the ground for maybe 5 second before turning his head to you all.

Your heart dropped to the ground, the air around you felt thick, and you could feel yourself having trouble breathing. Tears came to your eyes in an instant and every sound around you turned off, all you could hear was a faint buzzing and your pounding heart in your chest.

His eyes connected with yours so fast you thought you had gotten whiplash, you could feel everyones eyes on you, not just Gally's and it was making you feel suffocated. You didn't know what to do, or what to feel. You wanted to cry, yell and scream all at the same time, you wanted to run into his arms and hug him until you died but at the same time you wanted to hit him over and over again for the way he hurt you, and make you leave without him.

But before you could even take a step Thomas lunged forward, hitting Gally straight in the face, hard. So hard Gally fell to the ground with Thomas right on top of him. You wanted to move, run towards them and stop Thomas from hurting him but you couldn't move, no matter how hard you tried too.

Thankfully Newt did it for you, running towards the two boys, he fell beside Thomas, grabbing his hand, stopping him from going further. You could see their lips moving but you didn't know what they were saying, you felt as if you were in a dream, floating out of your body, it didn't feel real. Nothing felt real.

Thomas got off him fast, but you could see he was dripping with anger, anger you were slowly starting to feel. Gally got up and off the ground, moving his jaw with his hand before he eyes you again. His gaze softened, his voice dropped in pitch and he looked almost scared.

"Y/N?" Everyone turned to you again, but you didn't even see anyone, all you could see was red as you looked at the boy who was supposed to love you enough to leave with you. But he was a coward then he defiantly was one now.

And before you could stop yourself you moved forward, it all happened so fast as you grabbed the gun for the man behind you, he tried to stop you but you kicked him in the crouch casuing him to fall to the ground.

With the gun in your hands and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you tightened your grip on the firearm, your knuckles white with tension as moved towards Gally who didn't move from where he stood before. He held his head high, his eyes becoming glazed, but he clenched his jaw waiting for you to do what you wanted.

You could hear yelling from everyone behind you, but it was too late. Without a moment's hesitation, you swung the gun with precision, striking him hard across the temple with the back of the weapon. A sickening thud resonated through the air as the force of the blow sent him reeling backward. His eyes widened in shock, then dulled with pain as he crumpled to the floor.

The room fell silent, save for the heavy breaths echoing in the aftermath of the swift blow. You stood over him, chest heaving. The weight of what you had just done settled upon your shoulders, but you pushed it aside, the anger still seeping in your veins when he looked up at you, his nose bleeding.

You didn't know what was going on around you but whatever it was it died down when Gally raised his hand, telling them it was okay. His breathing came in and out harshly, his eyes connected with yours and the same softness still visible.

"You piece of shit," You breathed out, your voice dripping with hurt and rage. "You shouldn't have come back," Tears filled your vision as you remembered what he did, and how he made you feel. You had woken up screaming and crying because of him, and thinking you saw him die right in your arms. But he wasn't dead, and it was messing with your head, he was messing with your head.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," You let out a small cry at the sound of his voice, or the way your name rolled off his tongue. You didn't think you would ever hear him say your name again, and it caused your heart to physically hurt. Your breathing was getting faster and faster the more you let yourself feel the pain, you felt yourself give in slowly.

Tears slipped down your cheeks and you took a step away from him, dropping the gun on the ground in front of you. Gally didn't even waist a second, his eyes connecting with yours as he got up and off the ground, and making his way towards your form.

You gasped when he grabbed you and pulled you into his warm arms. And as he wrapped his arms around you, he could feel you trembling against him, your body shaking with the weight of all the emotions coursing through you. He held you close, his embrace a shelter from the storm of doubt and fear that had plagued you both during your time apart.

Your arms wound tightly around his neck, fingers clutching at the fabric of his uniform as if afraid he might slip away once more. He could feel the dampness of your tears soaking into his shirt.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the passing of time, nor the trials you had faced while you were apart. All that mattered in this moment was the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

And as you held each other, lost in the sweet embrace of reunion, the world faded away around you, leaving only the echo of your love reverberating through the empty spaces between you. It was a moment frozen in time, a testament to the enduring power of your connection, and a promise of the future you would build together, one tender embrace at a time.

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