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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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i’ll keep you safe ~ newt;the maze runner

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request?: yes!

@jesylovesmusic “ Hey I know you're not talking request right now but I just had a question for if you would accept request for the maze runner when they're open again. Ive fallen down a hole”

description: when a new girl who knows more than the rest of the gladers is brought into their world, newt finds himself drawn to her, and a strong desire to make sure none of the others hurt her

pairing: newt x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of the world being awful outside the glade

masterlist (one, two, three)

The Gladers had hardly grasped the addition of Teresa into The Glade when The Box shuttered to life again, signifying that another was being added into their world. There had been so many surprises and uncertainties with their recent two additions - Thomas and Teresa - that the others were sure that nothing else could ever surprise them.

They were proven wrong when The Box delivered to them another girl.

This time, she was huddled into the far corner of the box, her knees brought up to her chest and her whole body trembling with fear. The Gladers looked down at her with yet another feeling of shock, something that had become normal for them at this rate. None of them knew what to do, so Newt took the lead and jumped into The Box to retrieve their newest member.

He was taken aback when her eyes widened with fear upon seeing him and she started to scream, “No! No, get away from me!”

“What’s wrong with her?” Minho asked.

“She’s scared,” Newt responded.

He dared to take another step forward, but she shrunk away from him the best she could, hiding her face behind her hands. Newt felt a pang of compassion for her. They had all been scared and confused when they entered The Glade. It was never easy, and it especially wasn’t easy to collect the newcomers when they arrived in this state.

Newt kept his distance, but knelt down so that he came eye level with the unknown girl. She peaked at him around her hands.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. “I’m just trying to help you. I know this is scary; you just arrived to a strange place and you don’t even know who you are - ”

“I know who I am,” she cut him off. “My name is (Y/N). They took me away from my parents. They took my parents and I don’t know what they did with them, but I don’t think they’re alive. They tried to inject me with something, but I fought back until finally they just knocked me out and threw me in here.”

Her eyes gazed up at the other boys who were now peering down at her. The terror returned to her face and she curled herself up tighter into her ball. Newt stood and turned to look at Alby. He knew by the look on his leader’s face that Alby had heard what this new girl had said.

Another strange thing to continue the string of surprises they had been going through: this new girl had memories of the outside world.

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After finally managing to get (Y/N) out of The Box (although not without a lot of screaming and a hearty fight), they put her up in a room alone. It was the only way they could get her to calm down. One of the Gladers would come by to give her food to make sure she wouldn’t starve, but she refused to face any of them. She stayed in the room until she knew they were gone, then she would take the food and leave anything to be collected outside the door by the time someone else came by.

She wouldn’t even open up for Teresa. The boys thought that maybe (Y/N) was afraid because she was one girl with a large number of boys, so maybe she would feel more comfortable if she was approached by another girl. However, when Teresa came back from giving (Y/N) her routine meal, she told them, “She definitely does not care about gender. She screamed at me as if I were one of you guys.”

On the day that Newt was tasked with bringing (Y/N) her food, he felt a bit more courageous than the others seemed to be. He wanted to know more about this new person; he wanted to know what exactly she knew about the outside world. Maybe she could tell him how they all got there. Maybe she’d know how to escape.

He approached her room with a tray of food and knocked at the door. Of course, there was no response. He placed the tray on the floor by the door and backed away two steps. He waited again, expecting to hear her shuffling around her room to come get the food. When she didn’t answer, Newt tried knocking again.

“I’m not going away until you come out,” he said. “You don’t have to be afraid of us. If anything, we should be afraid of you. You’re this strange new girl that’s been dropped into our world saying you actually remember what life is like outside The Glade. How do we know you haven’t been sent to hurt us?”

There was no response again. Newt sighed. Okay, maybe that was the wrong thing to say.

He pressed his back against the wall next to her door and slid down till he was sitting. He still couldn’t hear any movements inside the room. He wondered if she was even awake. It was only midday, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t trying to escape this situation some other way.

“Obviously, you’re not going to hurt us,” he said, hoping she was awake he wasn’t talking to himself. “If you were, you would’ve by now. You’re either genuinely scared, or you’re an incredibly good actor with much patience. I’m choosing to believe the former.”

He put his head back against the wall behind him. “You have to understand, you’re the first person to ever come here to remember life before The Glade. None of us remember how we got here. We just woke up in The Box while being transported in. We understand that, if someone took you the way you say they did, that you’re very scared, but we’re all very curious to see what you know. You might be our key to finding out how we got here and how we can get out.”

When no response came, Newt sighed and admitted defeat. There was no coaxing (Y/N) out of her room, and he wasn’t about to sit around so that she couldn’t get her food. He was pulling himself to a stand when he heard the doorknob slowly turn and the door creaked open just a crack. (Y/N) peered out at him through the door, her face a mixture of worry and sadness.

“You don’t want to leave here,” she said. It was the first time she had spoken since that day she arrived in The Box. “It’s...terrible out there.”

“What do you mean?” Newt asked.

(Y/N) opened the door a little more, just enough to poke her head out and see if there was anyone else with Newt. She knelt down to pick up her food and beaconed for him to come inside.

Besides the sheets on the bed having been messed a little, it looked as though the room was untouched. Not even the clothes that had been brought for her to change into had been touched, Newt noticed. It was like she had been spending all of her time in bed or pacing around the room. She didn’t want to be entertained, she wanted to be home.

She sat down on the bed and placed the tray in front of her. She ate slowly, her eyes never leaving Newt. He didn’t want to push his luck too much, so he opted to sit on the floor across from the bed. He waited until she felt ready to talk.

“The world is not...good,” she told him, finally, after what felt like hours of silence. “There aren’t many of us left out there, and the ones who are left...they’re not nice humans anymore. Not like in here.”

Newt pushed aside the thoughts of Gally and the way he treated Thomas and Teresa when they entered The Glade. Definitely not everyone in here was “good”.

“A virus took out a lot of the population, and those it didn’t take out have resorted to fighting for survival. My parents and I were fortunate enough to have hidden in a bunker full of survivalists who knew how to handle the situation, but even then we had out moments where things were looking dark. Honestly, I don’t think any of us expected to survive as long as we have. Others were lost much earlier on.”

“How did you get here then?” Newt asked.

(Y/N) sighed, looking down at her plate. “Our bunker was compromised. A couple scientists who said they’re trying to find a cure for the virus or something. They grabbed us, took us in for testing to see if he had been infected, then they put us up in some rooms in their labs. Next thing I knew, they were bursting into my room and dragging me off. My parents tried to stop them, but they were detained as I was taken. I have no idea what happened to them or if they’re even still alive, but I don’t have much hope for it. One of the scientists tried to explain to me what was going on, but I didn’t want to listen. I just wanted to get out. And then, suddenly, they just knocked me unconscious and threw me into that thing that brought me here. I woke up just before it opened up and you guys found me.”

“No wonder you were so scared then. You probably thought we were one of them.”

She nodded. “I thought you were going to kill me. I thought that they found traces of the virus in me and that’s how they dealt with people who were infected. I have no idea why I’m here, or what ‘here’ even is.”

Newt was also starting to wonder where “here” was. Was The Glade supposed to be a safe haven for those who hadn’t been infected by the virus in order to save them? If so, why wipe their memories before sending them in? Why not send in their families, too?

He always knew there was a world beyond The Glade, but he never could’ve imagined it was as awful as (Y/N) was saying. Newt always figured that maybe he and the other Gladers had done something bad and The Glade was their punishment. But maybe The Glade was a way to save the world once this virus was taken care of.

Newt was brought out of his thoughts by the sounds of whimpering. When he looked up, he saw tears running down (Y/N)’s cheeks and her body was trembling from silent sobs. Against his better judgement, he got up from the floor and rushed over to wrap his arms around her. To his surprise, she leaned into his embrace and buried her head into his chest. He could feel her tears dampening his shirt, but he could care less. He held her and allowed her to let out her emotions in a safe environment. She could finally let her guard down, even just for a second.

“I just miss my parents,” she sobbed. “It’s the not knowing that makes it so awful. I have no idea if they’re dead or alive, if they know where I am, if I’ll ever see them again. I’m all they had, and then those fuckers took me from them!”

“I know,” he said. “Until you know for sure, it may be best to think of them as still being alive.”

“How will I ever know for sure?” she asked. “I’m never getting out of here.”

“We’ll find a way. We’ve been trying for so long, and now we have you who actually knows about life outside The Glade. There’s a huge chance we could get out of here and find your parents.”

(Y/N) pulled away from Newt. Her eyes were swollen and puffy and her cheeks were tearstained. His heart ached for her. The Gladers always wished they knew where they came from or what their life was like before The Glade, but now Newt was realizing what a gift it was for them not to know those things.

“There’s bad people out there,” she said. “What if they try to kill us?”

“We’ll just have to prepare for that,” Newt said. “We can talk to Alby, that’s our leader, and tell him everything. He’ll come up with a plan.”

“What if your people don’t like what they hear?” she asked. “You’ve all been in here for how long? Dreaming of a life outside of this place, a world that’s beautiful and good. What happens if I tell them that the world is not beautiful and good and they decide they don’t believe me? What happens if the entire place turns on me except for you?”

It was a small thought in the back of his mind, but Newt refused to let it wiggle it’s way in. He took (Y/N)’s hands in his and squeezed them. “I would never let them hurt you.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah? You’re going to protect me? You don’t even know me. Those people down there have been with you for years, and you’re going to back up the crazy new girl who just arrived?”

Newt nodded, which seemed to surprise her.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I believe you,” he said. “I know it’s going to be hard to swallow the fact that the world outside of The Glade is not what we pictured it to be, but it’s something that we have to prepare for whether we believe you or not. And because...well, there’s just something about you. You interest me. I’ve actually been waiting very patiently for many days to be the one to bring you food so I could try and talk to you.”

It was Newt’s turn to be surprised when a small smile spread across her face. “You’re quite the charmer for someone who’s been stuck in here with a bunch of dudes for years.”

Newt chuckled. “Maybe my lack of practice helped.”

(Y/N) leaned into Newt again, which took him by surprise yet again. She guided the two of them down until they were both laying on the bed, her head against his chest and his arm around her. He could feel the tension leaving her body as she relaxed against him.

“I just need to lay here for a second,” she said. “And I don’t want to be alone. We can go down and talk to your people later, but I just need to build up the courage to do so.”

Newt nodded and ran his hands through her hair. “That’s fine. Take as much time as you need. I’ll stay here as long as you want.”

Her arm moved around his stomach and gave him a small squeeze. “That might be for a very long time. You never told me your name, by the way.”

“It’s Newt.”

“Newt. I want you to stay, Newt.”

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reneeluv154 · 4 months

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Apple

Hope you enjoy <3 <3

⚠️This is a smut, I’m sorry if it’s absolutely horrible, this is my first one. Also I felt mad awkward writing this. Hahah

If you like this imagine I have a couple more on my profile. 🫶🏼

Today had been a long day and it wasn’t even 12:00. Jack sat reading up on a surgery he was required to do in a few day’s. “Jack, you haven’t lifted your head from that book in the last three hour’s.” I set down my journal. “It’s important I get this right y/n.” He huffed, taking a bite out of his apple. I smirked devilishly, “Is your apple good?” I asked, walking over and straddling him. Grabbing his hand, taking a small bite out of his apple.

He looked at me, barely biting his lip, his eyebrows furrowed. “Not now Y/n.”

“Pleeease we haven’t had any fun in month’s.” I pouted, closing his book and grabbing his face to look at me.

“I know love and I apologize but I’ve been really busy.” He moved my hair behind my ear. “Don’t you miss having fun?” I asked, He nodded “I do, I promise I do.”

I smiled playfully reaching the hem of his shirt pulling it up, He didn’t fight, letting me completely pull it off and throw it to the floor. It wasn’t long before our lips were working passionately and our hands ventured.

“This is hardly fair love.” He glanced down at my shirt smirking. I smiled, both of us breathing heavily as I pulled my shirt off letting my breast’s pop out since I wasn't wearing a bra. “Fuck Y/n” He moaned grabbing my breast’s groping them roughly. “Jack please, I need you.” I moaned hard as he played with my nipples rubbing and pinching them. “Patience baby.” He whispered into my ear blowing hot breath against my ear.

After another 20 minutes of hickies,pinching, kissing, and groping I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him in me. I broke our kiss, grabbing his pant’s, pulling them down and taking my panties off as well. I felt as though I couldn’t get undressed fast enough,Jack sat there smirking at me in my frustrated and impatient state. I finally pulled down his boxers letting his hard cock jump free. I couldn’t wait sitting down letting his cock fill my pussy before I started to bounce, still in my frustrated state. It took me a minute to notice him groaning and kissing down my neck. “Ummm baby, you're bloody tight, maybe I should starve you like this all the time.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I breathed going as fast as I could but it still wasn’t enough. I whimpered, “Jack It’s not enough.”

“You want some help?” He asked breathlessly. I nodded fast, “Word’s baby.” I tried to catch my breath “Ugh yes! I need fucking help Jack, Please!” He took his index finger down to my clit, rubbing it violently while moving his hips in sync with my own. “ Mmm damn baby.” He moaned. I felt his seed fill me and that was enough to throw me over the edge. I screamed cumming down his dick while he continued to move my hips helping me ride it out. “That was good, holy shit that was good.”

He gasped. I couldn’t force any word’s out of my mouth.He finally pulled out making me sigh from the empty feeling. “You okay?” He asked with a small chuckle. I slowly nodded, keeping my head on his shoulder not having the strength to move. My legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, he picked me up gently, setting me down on the bed covering me up with his thin sheets. “Are you sure you're okay?” He asked, stroking my arm. “Yeah I’m okay.” I mumbled. “Okay, scoot over gorgeous.” He softly spoke, laying down letting me lay on his chest while he opened up his second book and started reading

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col0rlord · 2 years

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Louder for the ones in the back

Thomas Sangster x reader

Summery: Dylan says something embarrassing on live TV about you and Thomas.

This one isn’t as long as the other Fanfics I do. again anything misspelled I am sorry. and I hope you Enjoy<3

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I was so proud of him.

Dylan was saying the winner for an award at the Oscars and he had a drink in his hand along with a card held by his pinky. You could tell he was a little buzzed from how his face fell. I sat next to my boyfriend, Thomas and the rest of the cast of the Maze Runner series. We were put in the front row because the The Death Cure was nominated for a few awards.

I was holding Thomas’s hand under the table as I listened to the story and remembering the times Dylan told us about it happening.

He had a bit in the beginning were he was saying jokes and stories. He was Telling a story about a time he was put in a hotel room next to screaming children and he barely got sleep that night.

“These children wouldn’t stop screaming. Like please some people have work at 4 am. The next morning was hell to film as you expected. Tired as hell and having to do stunts all morning with no energy. I swear I was in the air at one point and took a nap. Like I was just hanging from the harness. Folded forwards”

Everyone giggled and he just smiled and looked down at his feet. Kicking dust that wasn’t there.

“Yea, Yea, But I guess you get used to loud screaming when you get put in a room next to Y/N and Thomas.”

My mouth hung open a little. I can’t believe he just said that to the world.

We all could hear laughing and people ooing at us. This was not real.

I looked over at Thomas and his face and covered by his hand and he was laughing to himself. Rubbing his forehead.

I looked back at Dylan and saw he was laughing and looking at me as well.

“I’m going to beat your ass later.” I mouthed to him.

“You’re going to beat my ass? Like Thomas that night.” He said again. I let out a breathy laugh and covered my face with my hands. I was so Embarrassed. I feel like I wasn’t going to make it out of this place alive.

Dylan was smiling at me. I could feel it. burning on my head.

“We all know it was going down tonight as well anyways.” He said again.

I felt like this was going to never end.

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nessie-writes · 1 year

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Alone - Thomas Brodie Sangster

Summary: Thomas sees you a month after your break up.

Warnings: None

It was a sunny autumn day in London. Thomas ran his fingers though his hair, releasing a sigh of disappointment as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight peaking though the crack in the curtains. His body felt cold despite the warmth radiating from the sun rays. The space left open besides him, only hurt him more. He closed his eyes, hoping to feel a similar sense to when you were laying by his side. As the memory faded, he pulled himself out of bed, reaching for his phone. 12:38pm. It was unlike him to sleep in. Blinding himself in the process, the blond separated the curtain, revealing the busy streets of London. The air was anything but fresh, filled by the typical city aromas. He decided anywhere but here would be better. After fully awaking up and preparing himself for the day, he left his home while also hoping to abandon the memory of you.

The sun was at its peak. Thomas decided to leave his coat inside the car, as his admired the view of the parks greens. The park included a small pathway decorated by many plants. At the end of the path, it greeted him with a large pond with ducks swimming around. Thomas starred enchanted by the vibrant colours layout messily on the ground. The weather was warm upon his face, but it still had a light breeze preventing it from being hot. He walked closer to the lake, his favourite setting in the park. He froze.

His body started to shake lightly, there you were. In another mans hands, despite it only being a month since the two of you separated. Thomas felt himself adore your smile, the sun perfectly displaying a light shine on your face. Your hair ran lightly with the breeze, you were well dressed, matching the colours surrounding you. Thomas felt a stray tears fall unpin his cheek, you looked so happy in the moment. The man you were stood with spoke up, your face lit up, your eyes creasing at whatever joke he had just told. Your smile was twice as wide as it had ever been with him. He noticed a bright colours faded. He assumed he was over you. Or at least thats was he hoped. Despite it being obvious, he told everyone he was over you.

Thomas was captivated by every moment you made. The way you hand lifted to your hair to brush it back, all the way to the way you lightly tapped the floor with your foot. You were everything he needed, everything he wanted, all that he would ever love. Yet here he stood alone, watching you.

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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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tbslov · 2 years

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timelordoftimelords · 1 year

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imjustagirlinthisworlddd · 4 months

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Hello:))) been reading ur newt hcs and absolutely adored them YOU WRITE HIM SO SWEET. But i was wondering if you would do newt cuddling hcs with a f!reader please? (I haven’t requested for you before so if this isn't the type of thing you do just delete this lol)

thanks<3

hello anon!! i'm happy you like those!! i think that newt is the type of person that treats their s/o gentle !! i hope you like this:))))

Newt who can't keep his hands to himself when you're both cuddling. Newt who would pull you into his chest with your back against him so he can kiss your neck. Newt who would put his arm around your waist just to touch you. Newt who would be crazy and rambles whenever he sees you wear his shirts to cuddle or sleep (and when you ask him why, he says "you look hot- i mean beautiful, wait i didn't mean it like your not hot, cause you are hot, i mean- your hot- wait that's not the point- but you look bloody amazing with my shirt"). Newt who can't sleep without you in his arms. Newt who would be very clingy and glued to you when both of you are alone (he's starved for your attention and affection). Newt who doesn't have a 'favourite cuddle position' but he loves it so much when you rest your head on his chest and just lay there. Newt who runs his fingers through your hair and leave a bunch of kisses all over your face whenever he gets the chance. Newt who sometimes wander his hands underneath your shirt (with consent of course) and he just trace circles all over your skin. Newt who sometimes would just lay in your arms tiredly because he’s exhaused from doing all work, helping around the glade, and having many meetings with Alby and the runners(he's a busy man). Newt who would smell a little more earthy when you guys are cuddling before shower. Newt who prefers to cuddle after shower because he thinks you'll like him more if he smells 'sweet like a candy' when you're both cuddling (he used your soap and shampoo because he said it made him "smell like sweets and vanilla" lol ). Newt who would sleep with you with hardly any space between each other. Newt who loves it when you bury your face in his neck and when you play with his hair. Newt who will always pull you back onto the bed and back into his arms if you try to leave or stop cuddling. ("Newt we have to get up! Alby will be mad at us-" "2 more minutes, please love? i'm sure Alby will be fine without me" "Newt, you said that 20 minutes ago."). Newt who doesn't mind being a big spoon or the little spoon when you're both cuddling. Newt who likes it when his arms are securely around your waist & his face in your hair when he's being the big spoon. Newt's arms will be the place you wake up every morning. Newt who would ask if he can play with your hair every time you're both cuddling (he wants to make sure you're giving him consent even tho you've reassured him that he doesn't need to ask that). Newt who would randomly compliment you when your almost asleep ("your so beautiful. like really bloody beautiful, love"). Newt who would sometimes talk in his sleeps because he gets nightmares when he's cuddling you ("please stay, please. don't go. stay with me." "i'm not going anywhere love"). Newt who would easily get sleepy when you run your hands through his hair. Newt who would fall asleep on top of you, then wakes up only to ask if you're okay, if he made you uncomfortable, and why didn’t you wake him up in his raspy sleepy voice. Newt who would have a staring contest with you and then make stupid faces so you laugh and he wins the contest (later on he tease you about it). Newt who would stay up with you and just have deep conversations as you both cuddle when you can't sleep ("why do people has to lose the person they love first, to realize they're bloody value and worth? doesn't make sense, what do you think?").

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY MAKING THIS, IT TURNED OUT SO LONGGGG. I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG FOR YOU

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justauthoring · 11 months

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Running, Freedom, Salvation (Alternate Ending)

Prompt: “Run, run, run. That’s all we ever do. All we’ve ever done.” You paused, feeling the wind brush through your hair. Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself and met his eyes. “Do you think it’ll finally stop?”

Maze Runner: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

Scorch Trials: one - two - three - four - five - six

Death Cure: one - two - three - four - five

A/N: I honestly cannot believe i'm adding another part to RFS... but i'm finally giving people the ending they deserve lol. I honestly had so much fun writing this and I just... ahhh I wish we could go back to when I first wrote this series.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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You don't think you've ever ran so fast.

The burn in your lungs was a familiar sensation, one you hadn't felt since you'd left the maze -- and that sense of fear? The one coursing through your veins, striking your heart and making it hard to think straight, eyes blurring with unshed tears... It was unlike anything you'd ever felt.

Please. Please make it in time.

You had... You had to make it in time. If you didn't, you didn't know what you'd do. The mere thought of losing Newt was enough to make your heart feel like it was ripping apart. He was your whole world, and you'd never once doubted that fact.

There was no time to think. No time to look back. The clock was ticking towards his inevitable death, and you refused to let the time run out.

You're gripping the serum so tightly in your hands that you're surprised it doesn't crack from the sheer pressure. But you were afraid of letting it go, of dropping it, of breaking it and every little chance of saving Newt disappearing within seconds right before your eyes. The serum in your hand was his last hope.

You can't breathe, but you continue to run. And you don't stop. Until you see Newt and Thomas, the both of them and there's a split second of relief, your feet slowing beneath you, before you blink and properly process what's happening in front of you. Newt's crouched over Thomas, a knife in his hands, inching closer and closer to piercing Thomas' chest.

And his name leaves your lips without thought, a deep guttural cry breaking past your lips that sounds so unlike you you barely register it as you screaming for him.

"Newt!"

Thomas looks at you at the sound of your voice, a sense of relief flooding his gaze, before a cry leaves his lips. The one second of him looking away had allowed Newt to gain the advantage, piercing Thomas in the chest and sinking the knife deeper and deeper in his chest.

You move without thinking, breaking out into a run once again as Newt's name leaves your lips in a shrieking cry.

This time, Newt hears you as well, head snapping to the right and eyes falling on you. You don't realize that it isn't Newt staring back at you, and rather the virus taking control of his body and so when he lunges at you, you're completely unprepared. He slams into you, you just barely managing to dodge the knife still held tightly in his hands, swiping across your face before you lose your footing, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

"Y/N!"

It's Thomas calling for you, but can't see him. Newt is on you, pressing on you enough that you can't breathe, unable to catch your breath as he moves to stab you; just like he'd tried to with Thomas.

Your hands come before you in a panic, the serum slipping from your hands and rolling away from you.

"Thomas!" You cry, using all your strength to hold Newt back; "the serum! Thomas, get the serum!"

You can't see him but you distantly hear him call out in response, before your attention is stolen back by Newt. He's too strong for you, you realize with a panic, the knife growing closer and closer, and you don't have the strength to hold him back anymore; your arms are shaking and you can't breathe properly with the weight of him on top of you.

You see a shadow fall behind Newt, hope flooding you, just as your strength gives out and you just manage to shift in time, the knife lodging itself in your upper left arm instead of your chest. A cry leaves your lips in response, pain erupting up your arm, but as you blink, you realize the weight on top of you has lifted.

"Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?"

Thomas is suddenly in front of you. hands flittering from your cheeks to your arm, now profusely bleeding, helping you sit up as your eyes dance around, confused, until they finally settle on Newt beside you, slumped over.

"It's okay, it's okay," Thomas' breathes, pulling your gaze back on him, "I got the serum, look." He holds the empty vile in front of your face, you blinking at the sight of it before falling back on Newt. "You did it, Y/N. You saved him."

Lips parting, you turn to Thomas, feeling the tears in your eyes finally fall as you let out a sob.

"It's okay," Thomas soothes.

Your eyes fall back on Newt once again, eyes flickering across him, slumped over to his side; but you see the soft rise and fall of his body and it's enough to assure you he's okay.

Hot pain erupts from your arm, causing you to hiss, looking down only to see blood bleeding into your shirt, soaking it.

"Here," Thomas calls, moving to rip off a strip of his shirt, wrapping it around your arm, pulling it tight. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let him go after you like that."

Smiling softly, you turn to meet Thomas' eyes. "It's not your fault, Thomas. I'm sorry it took me so long to get here with the serum. If he'd hurt you..."

Thomas shakes his head; "all that matters is you did, yeah? Newt's okay."

You nod, letting your hand fall over your injured arm. Distantly, you see Thomas glance over his shoulder and you're reminded of Teresa's message. Smiling gently, you set your hand on Thomas' shoulder, pulling his gaze on you as you nod; "go," you assure. "I'll be okay."

"No, Y/N, I'm not gonna--"

"Go."

One more look at you, and then frowning, Thomas nods, moving to stand up. You send him one last smile before he turns, rushing off, and watch his figure disappear, you slowly shift, being careful not to put any pressure on your injured arm. You move until you're right next to Newt, pulling him back and towards you, right into your lap, until his face is staring up at your own.

With only silence surrounding you, you brush back the strands of hair that had fallen into his face, biting your lip.

The tears build up before you can stop them, a slight shake to your shoulders as you stare down at him, his peaceful expression staring back up at your own. The only trace of what had just happened being the sweat and grime stuck to his face, and the light traces of his veins popping over his pale skin.

"Thank God..." you breathe out, unable to stop the shake of your voice as you curl into yourself, letting your head fall on his chest as you sob. "Thank God you're okay..."

Rolling over, your hand instinctively reaches out, expecting to feel the familiar warmth of another body beside you, only to fall on the mildly cold, empty sheet.

Eyes peeling open, you sigh.

Pushing yourself up, you rub at your face, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you let yourself slowly wake up, taking in your surroundings. It's quiet, telling you that it's still early and nobody else is awake.

Eyes falling back on the empty spot next to you, you shake your head.

Except for one.

You move to a stand, relishing in the way the cool sand feels against your bare feet, before you push yourself up. You grab a sweater on your way out, wrapping it around you to protect yourself from the cool morning wind, pushing the flap of your tent open, eyeing both ways, before your gaze falls on a familiar figure off to the side, by the far end of the ocean.

Swallowing thickly, you make your way over, footsteps quiet so as not to wake anyone else up, silently sitting down right next to Newt.

He glances at you briefly, before looking back ahead of himself.

"You weren't in bed this morning."

"Couldn't sleep."

Frowning at his short reply, you bring your knees to your chest, hugging them. "I... I missed you."

Newt glances over at you, finally meeting your gaze, before he sighs; "YN..."

"No, Newt," you argue, shaking your head. "You've been so distant ever since we got here... and you won't tell me why. You wake up early, you go to bed late. You're always busy during the day that I never see you. You... You won't even look at me."

You can't help the way your voice chokes up, the distress of everything building as you bite your lip. "It's like you don't even love me anymore."

Newt starts at that, body straightening as he turns to look at you. His eyes are wide and his lips part, as if to argue, before his gaze flickers past your face, lower, and all the fight leaves his eyes as his shoulders slump.

Your lips part, to say something, most of all to ignore the hurt that burns deep inside of you at his complete dismissal of your words. But he's pushing himself to a stand before you can, avoiding your gaze and refusing to look at you as he walks off, without a single word.

Lips left parted, the hurt bubbles up enough to pull a sob from your lips, chest burning at the fact that he'd just walked away from you like that. Without a word.

It had been on your mind for weeks since you'd all arrived here... the second all of you had made it to the safe haven, Newt had been distant. What had started from just being quiet and avoiding your touches occassionally, had turned into him refusing to talk to you, avoiding you at all costs and all together ignoring you.

You hadn't wanted to believe it, but it really was starting to feel like he'd... just fallen out of love with you.

You sit there for a while, holding yourself as you let yourself cry, listening to your own raggid breathing and the sounds of the ocean waves, before the distinct sound of chatter reached your ears and you realized everyone else was getting up. Getting started with their day.

Sniffling, you hastily wipe at your tears, brushing your fingers along your cheeks and ignoring the heavy weight in your chest as you move to stand.

You promised you'd help Brenda with breakfast this morning, so there was no time for tears.

Brenda can tell there's something wrong but any time she tries to ask you, you just brush her off.

She liked to think the two of you were close, that being the only two girls of your group had helped the both of you bond. And if she asked you, you would of course say the same -- but, she didn't know you like the rest. And if you weren't going to tell her, she figured the next best bet was them.

It wasn't hard for anyone with eyes to tell that you and Newt had been distant, estranged and Brenda had a pretty big suspicion that that was the source of your problems. She'd known enough not to talk to Newt, but the boy had been pretty isolated recently, so it wasn't hard to reach Thomas and Minho alone.

"I need your guys' help."

The two boys glance at each other, before turning back to Brenda. "Yeah?"

"There's something wrong with Newt and Y/N."

Minho's eyes instantly light up in recognition, and his shoulders slump; "you noticed too, huh?"

Thomas, ever so oblivious, blinks; "noticed what?"

Both Brenda and Minho turn to him with deadpanned expressions. "They've been weird with each other. Newt has been distant with all of us, but it's like he's avoiding Y/N. He ignores her whenever she tries to talk to him, and I can tell it's hurting Y/N."

"She barely spoke this morning while we were making breakfast. She also looked like she'd been crying," Brenda explains with a frown. "And she wouldn't tell me what's wrong. But I could've sworn I saw Newt and her at the beach when I woke up this morning."

Thomas frowns; "I didn't see them."

Brenda rolls her eyes; "that's because you were half asleep."

"I'll talk to Newt," Minho offers, frowning. "Neither of you were there, but this is just like after Y/N had her accident in the maze."

Brenda's brows furrow; "the maze?"

Thomas nods; "back in the glade."

"She'd just been promoted to runner," Minho explains, "and we got separated. She said she saw a griever, but it hadn't attacked her, just stared. And then when she moved, it did, knocking her off a high pillar. I'd found her, passed out, with a broken arm and leg. I thought she was dead..." Sighing, Minho shook his head; "when I brought her back to the glade, Newt was a mess. Nobody could calm him down until we knew she was alright and then..."

"And then?"

"And then he just stopped talking to her," Minho shrugs, "he would avoid her, like he was scared of hurting her or--" Pausing, Minho's eyes widen.

Thomas shakes his head; "what?"

"He's afraid of hurting her," Minho repeats, "when he was infected, before he got the serum, Thomas, didn't he hurt Y/N?"

Blinking, Thomas nods; "yeah. He lunged at her before I could stop him, trying to kill her. Then, just as I stabbed him with the serum, he stabbed Y/N in the arm. She still has the scar." Then, pausing, Thomas adds; "but it's not like he did it on purpose. It was the flare."

"Yeah, but Newt would still feel guilty."

Brenda nods, "that's gotta be it. Minho, Thomas, you talked to Newt, i'll find Y/N. Get him to talk to her, okay?"

They both nod.

"Brenda--"

"Y/N."

Huffing, you roll your eyes; "I promised Aris I'd help him with dinner, I can't just--"

"I'll help him," Brenda cuts you off once again. "You looked tired this morning. You've been working so hard, you deserve a break. Me and the guys decided it."

"No more then everyone else," you sigh, "and besides, Minho and Thomas don't know what they're talking about. I'm pretty sure i've not seen Thomas stop moving all day, so really--" You pause your own rambling as you reach your tent, blinking in confusion as both Thomas and Minho make their way out of said tent. They look briefly panicked at the sight of you, you missing the glare that Brenda sends them, before they offer a smile and a wave, rushing off.

"What were--"

"No worries," Brenda cuts you off, again, "just get some rest, okay?"

With a simple slap to the back, she all but shoves you inside, not giving you any time to argue before she flips the flap of your tent shut behind you. "What the...--" Pausing at the sound of someone else, your head turns, panicked, before falling on; "Newt..."

Thomas and Minho...

It all makes sense then.

"They forced you in here, didn't they?"

Meeting your gaze, Newt nods, but doesn't say anything.

"I'm sorry," you sigh, not sure what else to say. You haven't spoken to him since this morning, and even then it hadn't been much of a conversation. Not to mention, anything before that had been short and brief as well.

You didn't know how to talk to Newt anymore.

"I don't know what they were thinking or Brenda for that--"

"I still love you."

Lips snapping shut, your body tenses at his words.

"I do love you," Newt continues, voice soft. "I'll always love you."

Shoulders falling, you glance at your feet; "then..." and you trail off, but you know Newt knows what you're talking about.

He stands then, crossing the short distance of your tent over to you. Your eyes fall on him as he stands in front of you, oddly feeling nervous, choosing to say silent as he simply reaches forward, taking your hand in his and pulling your arm up. His free hand pushes up the sleeve of your shirt, before his fingers trace across the scar there.

"I hurt you."

Confused, you shake your head; "but you weren't in control... it was the flare, Newt."

"I still hurt you," he argues, "something I promised I'd never do."

"Newt..."

"I can't be around you because I hurt you... I can't forgive myself and... i'm better off de--"

"Don't," you cut in, eyes falling shut as you shake your head. "Don't you dare say that."

"But it's true."

"It's not," you cry, unable to stop the way your voice rises, desperation sinking in. "It will never be true." Reaching forward, you push Newt's hand away from your arm, moving to cup his cheeks. "I thought I was going to lose you, Newt and if I had, I don't think I would've been able to live. You are... everything to me. There is no one I trust more, no one I would rather be with. You are my whole world."

Eyes shining with unshed tears, Newt shakes his head. "Y/N..."

"Please, Newt," you cry, "please..."

Breath shaky, Newt finally allows himself to lean into your touch. "I didn't mean to hurt you...."

"I know," you whisper, "I've never once blamed you."

"I love you so much."

The relief that coarses through you at that is undeniable. Just to hear those words, the words you've been so desperate to hear, is enough to make everything better.

"I love you too," you whisper, glancing up at Newt. "And nothing will ever change that."

"Well, that was a success."

Smiling, Minho nods at Brenda; "a complete success."

"He's getting a little handsy, though, so--"

"Dude," Minho huffs, grabbing Thomas' shoulder and tugging him back before he can go stomping into your tent. "Leave them alone."

"That's my sister--"

"Yeah, yeah."

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indeediagree · 10 months

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the-fiction-witch · 3 days

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Jack Dawkins Masterlist No.2

Arrangement - Sweet

Arrangement P2 - Flirty

Arrangement P3 - Cute

Experiment - Cute

Little Squirrel - Cute

GIRL - Sweet

GIRL P2 - SMUT

I've Killed An Angel - Sad

I'm Sorry My love - Sad

Magic Words - Smut

Magic Words P2 - Smut

Favourite Nurse - Sweet

A New Job - Spooky

You... You Can't Just Kidnapp A Girl Fagin! - Cute

You... You Can't Just Kidnapp A Girl Fagin! P2 - Cute

It's Not Fair - Sad

Hello Nurse - Smutty

Hello Nurse P2 - Sweet

I Hope You Wake Up Soon - Smut

Corset - Smutty

Criminals - Sweet

Nurse Y/n - Flirty

Doctor's Orders - Smut

I Know Who You Are - Sweet

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bellzsad · 19 days

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my roman empire is what would’ve happened if dylan obrien and thomas brodie-sangster had actually kissed in that one blooper

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reneeluv154 · 5 months

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Mean

Hope you like it! 🤍🤍🤍

In this imagine a girl starts pointing out what’s “wrong” with you, Thomas gets protective.

(Sorry if this isn’t all that good. I have a bit of writer's block and I’m struggling with liking what I write.) 🤍🤍

If you like this imagine I have a few more on my profile.🫶🏼

“Y/n, have you always had that much acne.” Everyone’s eyes were now on me. I cracked a small smile not knowing exactly what to say or do. “Yeah, I guess so.” I felt embarrassed, She looked disgusted. “What about your lips? There really chapped, no way Thomas like’s that.” She glanced at Thomas, my boyfriend who sat beside me. “They’ve been chapped since I was a little girl, I’ve had a hard time fixing them.”

She rolled her eyes using her fork to play with the food left on her plate. “Don’t you have dandruff too?” I didn’t understand what she was trying to do. I hated that she was pointing out what I saw as my flaws. Especially in front of Thomas, “That’s kinda gross to talk about at the dinner table.” Cole was right. I nodded “I agree.” She shrugged “I was just curious, Than what’s your weight?”

“That’s enough,” Thomas spoke up. He had a stern look. “I was just curious, weren’t you?” I wanted to slap that stupid smile off her face. “No. I’m not worried about how much she weighs or her acne. I don’t think there is anything about her that isn’t beautiful and I hope she doesn’t either.” He leaned in closer as he talked, his voice was different almost like a hushed yell.

She had nothing to say. Thomas looked at me his face and voice now filled with love and care. “Are you okay?” He whispered, I just nodded forcing a small smile. After a few minutes I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to look in a mirror and pick at my face or my lips, to weigh myself or scrub my head as hard as I could with shampoo.

“I’m gonna go use the restroom.” I made it to the bathroom and locked the door, looking at myself in the large mirror.

-Thomas’ POV-

Y/n had been in the bathroom for a good 30 minutes now, making me worry. I decided to give her five more minutes before going to check on her.

-Y/n’s POV-

The soft knock on the door made me jump. “Y/n, are you okay?” Thomas. I slightly panic but try and calm myself. “I’m fine.” I unlock the door and open it trying to hide my red face and bleeding lips. “What are you doing silly.” Thomas chuckled, softly grabbing my arm and my cheek guiding me to look at him. The small smirk he carried dropped when he looked at me. “Why would you do this?” He caressed my cheek slowly moving to caress my lips. “Your poor lips, baby.”

A small whisper was all I could muster.“I'm sorry.” My eyes watered from guilt and sadness maybe a little bit of insecurity. “Don’t cry. I don’t want my beautiful girl to cry.” His small smile made one appear on my sore lips. He started to kiss me all over my face, making me giggle and try to escape. His low chuckle echoed through the private hall before he gave my lips a small and gentle kiss.

“I love you y/n.” He sounded so sweet.

“I love you.” I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck before giving him a big hug.

(Each and every person who is reading this. You are absolutely gorgeous! Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Your not alone with your struggles weather it’s physical or mental. I’m here for you and proud of you. 🤍)

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ajwild220 · 11 months

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Newt x Reader - May I braid your hair?

The sun shown down brightly on my back, causing beads of sweat to form under my hairline and along my forehead and soft earth enveloped my hands, getting under my fingernails. I gritted my teeth in effort as I once again pulled against a stubborn weed that had taken its home amidst the growing tomatoes.

The green color stripped onto my hands as I strained, the stem rubbing mercilessly against my palms. I took a breath, licking my salty lips and I blew my Y/H/C hair out of my face again. I would not be bested by a stupid weed. I glared at the tiny leafy thing, unfortunately for me weeds couldn’t be killed by looks alone. With a final great tug, the weed finally released itself from the earth. I landed on my rear end with a grunt narrowly avoiding smashing the next row of plants.

“You ok over there? You need rescuing from squash or something?” I heard Newts teasing voice a few rows over.

“Very funny” I rolled my eyes somewhat playfully as I still sat in the moist earth. I couldn’t help but grin upon hearing his self-satisfied chuckle, although I’d never admit it.

I casually tossed the vanquished weed into my pail from my place in the dirt, panting a bit from the heat. I rubbed an itch on my face with the back of my hand, only resulting in dirt mixing with the warm dampness of my skin. It seemed quite tempting to sit here the rest of the day, hiding from the blazing sun underneath the leafy green plants, but before I could consider it, I heard soft footsteps, and a head of golden hair popped up from above me.

“Slacking off on the job I see.” He grinned brown eyes twinkling as he stood leaning on his shovel.

I playglared up at him blowing my hair out of my face, “I just pulled a very strong weed thank you very much.”

His eyebrow raised playfully “I don’t see any weed.”

I grabbed a clot of dirt and threw it at him, he dogged.

“Hey! Don’t get me all dirty.”

“You deserved it. Besides you are already dirty” I grinned.

“Well you aren’t exactly clean either, Love.” He was right of course but that didn’t stop me from sticking out my tongue at him. He started laughing

“So ladylike”

“Oh slim it you”

Still chuckling he leaned his shovel against a post and gently stepped through the soft earth extending a dirty and calloused hand. I readily accepted and he pulled me up my hair sticking to my damp face and getting in my eyes and mouth. He looked on in amusement as I tried to spit out my hair but not get any dirt in my mouth or smear any on my already dirty face. When I finally accomplished this he just shook his head smiling,

“Time for a break.”

He didn’t need to say it twice. I followed his lead easily through the rows of tomatoes, cabbage, beans, and the like, both of us careful not to tread on the growing plants. Newt led us over to a nearby tree where we had left some water and our discarded jackets. He plopped down out of the sun, his back to the tree, one knee bent and the other extended as he looked up, panting slightly from the heat. My cheeks were flushed and grimy, and beads of sweat dripped down my back and neck as I reached out for the cool jar of water.

Unscrewing the silver lid, I tilted it back and let the cool liquid flow down my throat and cool me from the inside out. I took a few more swigs adjusting myself to sitting on my heels as I tossed my wayward hair over my shoulder. Between the shade and the water, everything was much more comfortable, considering the sweltering day. After my next sip, Newt reached out silently asking for the jar and I passed it over. He drank just as deeply as I did pausing a bit to allow the liquid to do its work before he let out a contented breath. We sat in comfortable silence for a couple moments.

I started gently pulling at the grass beneath my fingertips, soaking in any small breeze that made its way under our tree. Newt had been silently observing me for a bit, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I didn’t really realize it until his sudden movements caught my eyes as he quickly stood, favoring his right leg.

“Break over so soon?” I tried not to sound as disappointed as I felt.

“No, I just need to do something I’ll be right back.” With that he hobbled off quite fast, leaving me alone under the green canopy. I drank in these few rare moments of silence, gazing easily at the green leaves dancing above, even stealing the jar back from where Newt had left it and taking a couple more sips. When Newt returned swiftly his eyes were bursting with an idea. It was always that way with him, his brown eyes were so expressive you always had an idea of what he was thinking. He knelt down in front of me and waved me closer

“C’mere”

I furrowed my eyebrows confused.

“C’mon love, sit.” He patted the grass right in front of him. Still a bit confused I more or less crawled over looking up into his brown eyes every so often to try to understand what he wanted. When I reached him, he said

“Now turn around and sit.” By now, I was horribly confused. “Will you just trust me?” I sighed and plopped down, awaiting further instructions. Now he seemed to hesitate before he asked, “Is it alright if I braid your hair? It’s been in your face all day and I thought it might be nice if you didn’t have to worry about it.” I smiled even though he couldn’t see, I could tell he had been thinking about it and gotten excited, but now that I was actually sitting here, he realized it might be a strange request.

“Of course Newt go for it.” I couldn’t keep the smile out of my voice and he picked up on it causing him to loose any worries he could have had. However before he started something struck me “Wait wait wait! Newt!”

“Yeah?” I dropped my head back to look up at him since he was kneeling directly behind me.

“Your hands are filthy! You are not touching my hair like that.”

A boyish grin spread across his face as he waved his clean hands in front of my face. “I washed them already Love” he was clearly proud of himself. I returned his smile and gave a small laugh dropping my head back down.

“Alright then, you have permission to braid my hair.”

I sat there patiently as his hands firmly but gently tilted my head up my eyes now peering up through the green leaves. I felt him rake his fingers through to get out all the tangles from our already long day. As his finger hit a snag I heard him wince for me “Sorry” apology dripped from his accent. It was just a small pull but he was so careful, trying not to let it happen again. It inevitably did however, as is the nature of my hair, and his response was the same.

“It’s ok Newt it doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“It feels like it would hurt.” I can see his furrowed eyebrows and concerned face from his voice alone and it made the corners of my mouth turn up slightly.

“Newt it’s fine you don’t have to apologize, I promise it doesn’t hurt.”

“Ok” he breathed.

Moment later he hit another snag. “Sorry!”

“Newtttt”

“Oh that’s right! I’m sorry Im sorry I didn’t mean to—“ he huffed in exasperation and I burst out laughing. His head popped around my shoulder so he could look me in the face, his expression slightly taken aback but also a bit teasing.

“And what are you laughing at?”

I tried to regain my breath amidst all the laughing.

“You!”

“Me?” He feigned surprise.

“Yes you!”

“I feel like I should be insulted” he laughed, grinning as he returned to running his fingers through my hair. My laughing calmed down as I enjoyed the delicate flow of his fingers once again. His fingers caught one again and I raised an eyebrow at the silence, a grin forming over my face.

“Newt! Stop apologizing.”

“I didn’t say anything!” He insisted defensively.

“You did so, in your mind.” I dropped my head back to look up at him. His face was so absolutely horror-stricken I realized my guess was right. I started laughing so hard I fell over backward toppling into him slightly and falling onto the warm grass.

“I just can’t win with you, can I, Love?” He had recovered a bit and sat chuckling at my state.

“You really were apologizing in your head?” I wheezed.

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, “I guess you know me too well, what am I ever going to do with you.” He had leaned back on his hands, and the admiring smile he gave me made me feel a glow growing from the inside out. I managed to push myself back up still catching my breath as I looked back into his beaming eyes.

“You sir,” I slapped the ground behind me to signal him closer, “can finish braiding my hair.”

He sat up and knelt directly behind me once again, ready to begin braiding, and with a small smile in his voice, I heard a quiet “yes, Love.”

#Mazerunner x reader #The maze runner #Maze runner #tmr #the maze runner #tmr imagines #tmr newt #Newt #newt x reader #newt x you #the glade #thomas brodie sangster #Newt x reader he braids hair

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newtkive · 3 months

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pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

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THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

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