i was warming up to get my stuff together so i wrote this super short newt x reader/y/n. if you want to see more pls lmk
“Come on, Greenie! Have a little fun! Lighten up!” You heard a vaguely familiar voice call from across the Glade. You ignored him and continued on your path to the Homestead. It’s not so much that you weren’t in the mood for the bonfire, which was apparently being thrown in your honor, but more so that you were tired of the stares. And cat calls.
You slammed your hands into the front door and it flew open with a small bang, startling the two boys standing at the foot of the stairs, chatting. Since you were the sole girl living in the Glade, without hesitation the leaders quickly gave you your own space in the Homestead; much to your fellow Glader’s chagrin. Without a word to either boy, you padded up the stairs and into your room, shutting the door behind you. Not even a minute later, there was a soft knock at the door.
“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked. You were sitting beside your bookshelf, sorting through a few of your favorites, ignoring the boy in the doorway. “I know you can hear me. I’m standing right here.” He opened the door the rest of the way without acknowledgement from you and sat beside you.
“Newt, if this visit is in regards to the bonfire, I am not interested.”
“Come on, (Y/N)! It’s supposed to be FUN. It’s supposed to be a celebration, in your honor!” He favored his bad leg.
“You know exactly what’s going to happen, the same thing that has been happening the entire week. Everyone is going to get drunk and make disgusting comments, catcall me, play grabass. They do it when they’re sober, I can’t imagine how they’re going to be drunk,” You stared out into the Glade.
“Alby’s giving those shanks a talking to as we speak, love. They are not gonna lay a finger anywhere near you.” He offered a half smile. You couldn’t help but smile back. Something about Newt’s aloof, small smile always brought a smile to your face, even if you didn’t want to. “There you go.” He muttered softly.
He stood up, offering his hand. You took it after a second’s hesitation and allowed him to lead you downstairs. You couldn’t help but blush at the prolonged contact.
Thomas: Look, Newt, if there was one thing that stood between you and happiness, don’t you think I would be there to help you get it? No matter how stupid it was.
Newt:You’re right, Thomas. If I was doing something stupid, you definitely would be involved.
warnings:blood, some cursing, injury, kisses, fluff, being jumped by guards (?)
a/n:this was another one that was originally split into 3 parts here, but i’ve put them together here to make for easier reading! :) + you are the equivalent of Alby in this - first in command of the girls maze/glade.
This was written a while ago, so sorry if it’s shitty lmao
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[Part 1] (first gif)
A boy comes up in the box with a note. You help him…
“It’sa boy.”
“What?” You step forward, looking down into the box. “How?”
“I don’t know,” Sonya replies. “Who’s gonna get him, though?”
“I will.” You jump down, landing perfectly and with ease. You kneel down next to the boy and notice something in his hand. Carefully, you pull it out and then look up in shock. The rest of the girls look confused.
“What is it?” One of them asks.
“It says..” You take a small breath. “It says… ‘he’s the last one… ever’.”
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Later that night, Harriet walks quickly out of the medical hut. “He’s awake, Y/N. Says his name is Aris. But he’s confused and upset. We’re finding it hard to keep him calm.”
“Alright. Let’s go then.”
We make our way back to the hut. I walk in and see Aris sitting up with crossed legs. He looks so scared, and I feel instantly guilty. One of the med jacks speaks up. “He won’t keep still. Keeps tryna get outta here.”
I push open the door. “Let go.”
“What? Y/N, What if he runs-”
“You heard. Let the boy go! He’s scared, and he needs to know he’s not our prisoner here. Come on, Aris.”
The girls step back, and Aris stands up. I gesture for him to follow me out of the hut, and he does. The second we are out, he does as I expected since seeing him: he runs.
“Hey!” I quickly catch up to him, getting ahead and stopping him with my hand landing hard against his chest. “You don’t wanna do that.”
“What is this place? Am I trapped? What’s that?” He points to the doors of the Maze.
“So many questions, greenie. All will be answered, I promise you.”
“When? I don’t understand. Why can I only remember my name… n-nothing else.”
“Listen,” I sigh. “It happens to everyone. None of us can remember anything. But, as I said, answers will come later. For now, all you need to know is that you are safe. As safe as you can be… for now.”
Aris looks up finally, frowning at me. “For now?”
“Yes.” I put a hand on his shoulder and meet his eyes. “Because I’m working on getting us out of here. And I will.”
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[Part 2] (second gif)
After escaping the Maze with Aris, as you promised,you get separated…
Arislooks at you from across the dining table. You smile in reply to his worried expression. You reach over and place your hand on the table. He follows, placing his on top of yours. “We’re gonna be fine, A. We made it out.”
“I know, I just…” He whispers, pulling down his hood farther. “I don’t trust this place.”
“Me either, not completely… but we have food, clean clothes, showers, it’s-”
“Y/N.” You jump, looking for the source of the voice calling your name.
“No.” Aris leans forward, slightly bending over the table. “Don’t go with them. Please, there’s something wrong here.”
“Y/N!?” You look in the direction the voice comes from, realising that it’s Janson. “Is she here?”
You stand up slowly, shaking. “Yes..”
“Come on up here.” You stay still, looking back at Aris again, unsure and scared. He shakes his head.
Your heart rate picks up as you look around at the other teenagers who all stare at you with jealous looks. Most of them are convinced that they are here to be saved, to be taken 'home.’ You glance around for exits, but every single one is guarded by two or three armed men. You feel the tears begin to well in your eyes as your hand clutches Aris’s tighter.
Then suddenly, you are jolted forward by two pairs of arms on either side of you. You glance at the two guards who start forcing you forward.
“No! Y/N!”
“Aris! Aris!” You yell.
The force they pull you along with convinces you that they are not good people. Your arms are being practically crushed by the guards’ grip on you, and they don’t even notice your tears or shouts of pain. “Where are you taking me!?”
“Move!”
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You follow behind a line of boys and girls. Each one disappears behind a curtain and then doesn’t come back. The line gets smaller and smaller, and you start to panic. Then one of the guards grabs you and pulls you aside. They turn you around quickly, clamping a hand over your mouth. You scream when the guard places a sharp object against the skin of your arm and slices long, jagged cuts into it. He then shoves you forward into view and gestures to another guard. "This one is injured. I’m taking her to get stitched up first.”
“Right. Be prompt.” A woman in a lab coat says.
The guard then takes you out into the corridor. You start kicking again. “Let go of me! Let go! Asshole, let me go!”
“Shh! Shh!” The guard pulls down their mask. It’s a woman, with black braided hair. “I’m here to help you. I’m with the Right Arm.”
“Help me!?” You show your bleeding arm, the red substance dripping along your skin and onto the floor. “You cut me!”
“To buy time. So come on, let’s go. Now.”
“How can I trust you!?”
She quickly reaches into her pocket, pulling out a rag and swiftly wrapping your wound. She ties a knot, causing you to hiss as the action makes the injury sting. “Follow me, and you will trust me. I promise.” You both start to run, the woman helping you along.
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[Part 3] (third gif)
Reuniting with Aris in the Scorch…
You gasp as you see him. He stares at you, standing between two taller boys, completely taken aback. “Y/N!”
“Aris!”
“Y/N? H-how?”
“Just come here!” You open your arms. Aris pushes through the boys, wrapping you in a hug. You cradle the back of his head, holding him as close as possible and planting a kiss on his cheek as you break away, one hand moving to cup his jaw. “I can’t believe it.”
“Me either. And you look so different.”
You glance down at yourself. Your hair is braided on one side, and it’s cut slightly shorter. You wear bottoms that have mismatched colour patches sewn into them. A scarf sits tightly, but not too much so, around your neck. “Not really. Just dirtier clothes.”
Aris chuckles lightly, his eyes flickering up and down your form. You could almost swear that you catch him blushing. “Can we- uh..”
“Yeah, let’s go catch up.”
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“Comfy enough spot right here, I think.” You sit together in front of a fire. “So, who are the other guys?”
“Uh, there’s Frypan, Newt, the girl is called Teresa, and then there’s Thomas, their kind of leader." You rub your hands together, warming them up. "He was the one who I talked to about not trusting that place. I told him about you and how you just… disappeared after they called your name. Then… he helped me get out.”
“Oh, so I suppose I should thank this Tommy for that later then.”
Aris looks up. “Why?”
“Why? We might have never seen each other again if he didn’t help you. And I missed you, A.”
“I missed you too. How’d you get out anyway?”
You chuckle, remembering. “There was a guard there who wasn't really a guard. She actually pulled a damn knife out and cut me… to buy us some time, and then we ran for it. She was a member of the Right Arm. They have groups who go in and try to get kids out… every now and then.”
You pull up your sleeve, revealing a few jagged, raised scars. “Harriet left some ugly ass marks. I would be mad about it, but she saved my life, so.”
Aris lightly touches one of the scars and then traces it with his fingertips. He moves up and up until his hand sits atop yours. You squeeze it, holding his hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t come back to you. We.. we didn’t have time. I wanted to, though. I kept asking, but it got too dangerous.”
“That’s okay, as long as you were safe. Thomas and his group helped me. It was a long journey, but we got here eventually.”
“I had no doubt that you could make it out… through the Scorch and…” Your voice lowers on the next words, “back to me.”
Aris smiles shyly. “I don’t know. I had a lot of help-.”
“No.” You interrupt him. “I always knew you were tough. Right from when you ran out of the med-hut that day.”
Aris turns shy, looking at his feet. “It kept me going. Thinking about the possibility that you could’ve gotten out. Or that if you didn’t… I needed to as a way of thanks for everything you’ve done for me.”
“A… I…”
“What?” He looks up again, and when your gazes meet, you can see the reflection of the fire in his kind eyes. He walks his hand over to yours, which lies flat against the ground and covers it, instantly making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Y/N, what?”
“I just, um- I think…”
“What?”
You sigh loudly. You are never the type to be at a loss for words. So instead, you dive into action, pushing yourself onto your knees and taking Aris’s face into your hands. You pause an inch away and feel him nod as his eyes flutter closed. The next thing you know, your lips are against his, delicate and sweet. “That…” You mutter when you pull away, cheeks hot.
“Oh.” Aris says, “well… that was nice. Thank you.”
“Yeah. Uh…” You nod before you both burst into a fit of laughter. Eventually, you both close the gap once again. You sink into each other’s embrace before falling asleep in front of the crackling fire.
My eyes are squeezed shut. I scream out in pain when my body hits the glass beneath me. The force winds me, and I cough frantically for a minute or so.
I whisper to myself. “Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Don’t look down.”
I suddenly hear voices, causing me to jump. I hear footsteps running, and then the sound of metal crashing. Two faces look down from a hole above me. One of them is a short-haired girl, and the other, a boy. They look surprised when they see me. I probably look the same, my eyes widening.
“They aren’t a crank!”
“How do you know?! We can’t save everyone, Thomas.”
There’s a pause. “We can try. We can’t just leave her/him here.”
The glass beneath me starts to crack. I can hear the deathly sound, though I force myself to not look down. My breathing picks up, and I call the pair, desperate. “Help me!”
“I’m coming! Hang on!” Thomas suddenly drops through the hole. He grabs on to any piece of rubble he can on his way down to me. “Don’t move!”
When he finally reaches me, I reach up with my hand, and I stretch out my arm, but the shift in weight causes the glass to crack further. “Oh! Shit!”
“Come on! You can reach!”
I keep trying. Just as I connect with the pads of Thomas’ fingertips, the glass cracks again before it breaks completely. I scream. Thomas is quick, though. He kneels down at just the right moment and catches my wrist.
“I’ve got you!” I reach with my other hand and grip his tightly. “I’ve got you!” He repeats.
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After Thomas and Brenda had quickly introduced themselves and then led me out of the crumbling building, we made it to a small alleyway in what would have been a town.
“Are you hurt?” Thomas kneels in front of me. I’m sitting on the ground, gratefully sipping water from a flask.
“Surprisingly.. no. I think I’m okay. Thanks to you.” Thomas doesn’t say anything. He just looks me over a few times: as if inspecting for injuries. “I’m not infected, or bit.. or scratched… I promise.”
“It’s not that.. just.. I can’t help thinking- I mean..”
“Thank God, you found me when you did?” Thomas smiles, but it’s so small, you’d barely notice. He nods. “Yeah.”
“Thank you. So much… again.” I don’t even think before I throw my arms around him. I’m even more surprised when he actually hugs me back.
“We don’t ever leave people behind.” He mutters against my ear as he tightens his arms around my waist.
I smile against his shoulder. “Does that mean I get to tag along?”
I gasp, shooting up from the make shift bed I call home for the time being. I’m heaving, but no tears are falling. I look around myself frantically, but that’s when I see him. Newt. He’s stirring awake beside me. He’s okay. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks worriedly, sitting up. My breathing calms. “Yeah, I’m okay, sorry.” I whispered to him. “You sure?” He asked, grabbing the water bottle beside the bed and handing it to me. I nodded, drinking it, and laying down, Newt doing the same, and I cuddle into front, and he rests his arm around my waist. He looks so tired, he’s exhausted, and I feel a little bad for waking him up.
As he closes his eyes to go to sleep once again, I speak. “Do you ever get the feeling that…you’re trying to remember someone but, you just can’t?” I ask, looking up at him. “I wish I could say I do.” He said. I sighed. “My dreams are about you, you know?” He quirks a brow. “From before.” I say. “What were we like?” He asks. I clench the jacket he’s wearing between my fingers. “Just like we are now, somehow.” I say. “Almost like it was fate.” I add. He brings his hand from my waist to my face. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.” He says, looking into my eyes. Gazing, even. “Kiss me.” I say. And he does as I ask, kissing me oh so lovingly. Passionate and sweet. All I could ever want.
It was supposed to be a short kiss and back to sleep, but that isn’t what happened. His hand slides from my face and under my shirt to my waist. “Newt,” I whisper. He hums. I pull away slightly and whisper, “I want you to make love to me.” I stated. His eyes widen a little, “But we’re both half asleep.” I shake my head, “I don’t care.” And that was all he needed. He then hovered over me, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he ground into me. No roughly though, you have to remember, we’re both tired. We also have to keep quiet, because down the ‘hall’ is our friends who are peacefully sleeping.
He sits up, and pulls off his coat, and I take off my shirt. He kissed me again, and I run my hands under his shirt, he gets the memo, and takes it off. He connects our lips once again, and groans quietly in my mouth. I moan back as he grinds onto me. He pulls off my pants with ease, then leans back to take off his own. He hovers back over me, hands caressing down my sides. “God, you are so beautiful.” He says, breathlessly. I blush, and his lips are back on mine like clockwork. His hands slide down to the hem of my panties, and slowly pulls them down my legs. He discards them with the rest of our clothes, on the ground. “What did I do to deserve you?” He smiles, not really looking for an answer. I bring my hands to the hem of his boxers, “By being you.” I replied, before pulling them down and he kicks them off. He reaches over to his coat that lays limp on the floor, pulling a condom that we found in the mall weeks and weeks prior, from it and slips it on.
He looks at me, as if asking me if I’m ready without words, because none are needed, I trust him completely. With a nod, he slides into me slowly, and I gasp quietly, and he lets out a breath from his nose, burying his face into my neck. I bring one hand to grasp the hairs at the base of his neck while the other snakes under his to hold his shoulder. He thrusts slowly, but not too slow, it’s perfect. We moan quietly, almost whispers. Our breaths and occasional moans could only be heard by us. It doesn’t take us long for us to be almost there, we never have alone time anymore. He pulls his face from my neck and looks into my eyes. “I love you.” He says and my heart flutters. “I love you too.” I say. And before long we’re both over the edge, and the moment is over. And we put our clothes back on, and lay back down.
“What time is it?” I ask, cuddling into his side.He reached over to the ground to grab his picket watch, glancing at it before answering me. “Almost 2 am.” I don’t respond, I bring my arm to his waist from the inside of his coat, and he wraps his arm around me. We lay in silence for sometime, and when he’s sure I’m asleep he whispers, “I love you.” And cuddles further into me. And I whisper it back.
I stood in front of the car door watching Newt hotwire it or whatever he was doing. We were waiting to leave to go save Minho, and I was tired. It was like two A.M. when Newt woke me up, and I’m exhausted.
“You alright?” Newt asked, noticing my drooping eyes. “I’m just tired.” I answered. “You can hop in the back, we’ll be driving long enough for you to get some sleep.” He said. He was sweet, always cared for me. I loved that about Newt. He always cared no matter what.
I just nodded before walking over to the backseat and getting in. Newt stopped messing with the car to walking away and coming back a minute later with blankets and a pillow for me. He even took it upon himself to sit down with me to tuck me in and make sure I was comfortable.
“You alright being back here, or do you want me to stay with you?” He asked me. “I’ll be fine, Thomas will be back here anyway.” “You sure?” He asked. I smiled, “I’m sure, you need to be up front with Fry so he knows where he’s going.” I answered. “Alright, sleep tight.” He said, leaning down to give me a sweet kiss. He then got out and leaned against the car waiting for Thomas, who would inevitably try and leave on his own.
