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.
Newt: Oh, no, no, no. I was just kidding. I never yell. Even when I’m mad. I just push it down really deep, and then I wake up in the middle of the night, panicked and sweaty for no reason.
warnings:blood, injury, knives, fire, death/su*c*de, cranks/zombies, reader’s death
a/n:so, this is another from my wattpad book, which can be found here. it was two parts over there, so i’ve just stuck them together for easier reading :) also… i’m sorry!! 0_0
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(Part 1)
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The sound of the crackling fire calms you. You stare into it, then watch as the smoke rises up into the night sky. The stars are splattered like tiny, sparkling paint spots. While you watch them, you can think of nothing else. Not the Maze. Not hunger, nor thirst. Not the ache in your legs from running up and down sand dunes. Not even WKCD.
Your group is all sleeping around you. Aside from Thomas, of course. He either doesn’t sleep at all or is on high alert: waking up at the slightest sound.
Looking around at all of them, you smile. If there were anyone in the world you’d want to go through this hell with, it’s them. These people who you now consider friends. The people who have had your back ever since you arrived at the Glade a couple of years ago.
When your eyes land on him, though… your smile grows wider.
Newt.
The glue that holds your group together, especially during those times when things get tough. The one who always seems to know just what to say. The friend that motivates us and tries to keep us all on the same page- never taking sides. There isn’t anything wrong you can say or think about Newt. Except for one little thing: being that he is apparently oblivious to the fact that you are totally and undeniably in love with him.
*
You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. You watch Newt sleep. He snores softly, and the chilly breeze brushes his hair from his eyes. You wonder what he could be dreaming about as his lids twitch.
A sudden gust of wind disturbs your peace. It makes you shiver, so you wrap your arms tighter around your body.
You move your right hand up to your left shoulder when you feel a stinging sensation there. When you make contact with damp, raised skin, your mouth falls open. You quickly stand up and take three long strides before sitting again, farther away from your friends.
Closing your eyes, you remove your left arm from your t-shirt. You touch the skin again to feel it. The pain makes you wince, but curiosity makes you ignorant of it. Your fingers run over what feels like three jagged lines. Taking a deep breath, you pull your hand away and open your eyes.
“Oh, no.” You glance behind you upon realising you had said that out loud, but it seems that no one had heard.
You glance down at your hand. Your fingertips are red with blood. How did I not notice that I was bleeding?
*
You think back to the broken escalators you ran up a few hours ago. A Crank had grabbed you just below your neck, then Newt had kicked it back: pulling you up and running with your hand in his.
I’m infected.
You cover the scratches, glancing back at your friends once more. Tears start to form in your eyes. As they run down your cheeks, the wind picks up again. It makes them cold, causing goosebumps to rise along your arms and legs. You sniffle, rubbing the back of your hand under your nose.
The crackling fire isn’t so calming any more. It feels more like a ticking clock of your remaining life.
And as the fire dies, so do I.
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(Part 2)
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When you hear footsteps approaching, you quickly swipe at your eyes. “H-hey.” You don’t hear an answer, so you look up to see who it is. Newt stands above you. His hand flies up to cover his mouth.
“Y/N..” You squeeze your eyes shut. He must have seen the scratches. “How.. oh god- how long have you been there?” Newt falls down beside you.
“Long enough.” You whisper, barely audible. “Shit. Newt- I- I just noticed them myself..”
“No.” His head falls onto your unmarked shoulder. “This isn’t happening.. not you.”
“Newt… I know- I know this is.. bad, but I don’t wanna become one of those.. things-”
Newt looks up with teary eyes and furrowed brows. “No- don’t ask me to do.. to do..”
“I’m not.” You look to your friends, pointing at them. “But you have to let me do it. Please. And I don’t… I don’t want them to know. At least.. until after. I can’t bear seeing them when-”
You watch Newt as his eyes wander all over your face. Never, ever had you seen him look this broken. “Y/N, I-”
His hand reaches for yours. You place your palms together. Slowly, your fingers slide between his, fitting together like a puzzle. You cover your joined hands with your free one and squeeze.
“I don’t wanna leave you either…any of you. And… I know.. I should have said this a long time ago.. but I-” You take a deep breath, gathering yourself. You look him in the eyes and smile. “I love you, Newt. I always have. Ever since you lifted me out of that box, I just had this.. feeling,” you lift a hand to cover your heart that is beating faster than ever, “right here.”
You watch a tear fall down his face, then wipe it away with your thumb. He shakes his head. “Love, how am I supposed to let you go when you say something like that?”
You giggle. You don’t mean to, but it just comes out. “I’m sorry. It’s the truth.”
*
You let an hour or two pass. You aren’t sure, as it passes by so slowly. You just sit and hold each other. Until you can’t anymore. Delaying what needs to happen won’t make it any better, and the pain worsens by the minute.
*
“Newt… It has to be now… I can already feel it spreading.”
His eyelids close for a few seconds. When they open again, he leans forward on his knees. Carefully, he puts his hands on either side of your face and then kisses your cheek. He rests his forehead against yours. “I do too, by the way… I love you.”
You pull your knife from the lowest pocket of your trousers. “Newt.. tell them I’m sorry. Please.. after.. tell them I love them all.” You nod against him before pulling away and turning around so as not to look at your love so broken.
Then you notice Thomas shifting. He sits up and looks around, and when his eyes land on the scene ahead, Thomas quickly rises. Before he can reach you to stop it, you lift the knife to your chest. You turn your head slightly in the direction of Newt and smile. “I love you… so much.” A single, final tear slides along your face as you close your eyes and clutch the knife tighter. “I’ll be looking over you.”
**
Newt catches your body and gently shuts your eyes. He chokes on a sob as he kisses both of your cheeks in turn and then whispers, “I’ll see you soon, love.”
**
He spends the rest of the night clinging to your body. He brushes hairs from your face and stares into the fire. Only small flames flicker now, the light only barely revealing the details of your face. Embers float around, rising up and then disappearing as they descend and disintegrate into nothingness.
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.
(Includes a few OCs, the rest is all headcanons, in alphabetical order, some of this only makes sense in the context of my fic lol)
Aris bakes, he pairs up with Frypan frequently. When he’s not baking he hangs out with Rachel and helps her go around the island, or he helps her in her recovery.
Brenda helps out in the infirmary later on, but before that spends most of her time helping out with smaller things around camp and the center. She spends a lot if time in and around the water once she learns to swim.
Chuck makes a few new friends his own age whom he hangs out with sometimes. Gally is training him to be a builder, but he likes to find a quiet spot (usually with Newt, Thomas, or his brother) to carve sometimes. He discovered after WCKD caught them again that he likes learning, so whenever someone teaches anything at the center he has the front seat. On rainy days he’s in the library. The only downside is he struggles with a few skills a little, so he usually takes books out to loan so he can read them at the camp where someone can peek over his shoulder and explain things. The treehouse was his idea and design, with a little common sense from Gally added to make it a possible build that does not in fact defy the laws of physics.
Dijken has a little girl to care for, but he also has a little farm a little farther North with sheep, goats, and cows (among others). He keeps his distance a bit, because having worked at WCKD he doesn’t feel he should get too close. Once Thomas starts visiting him he comes down to camp and the center more often though.
Frypan gets back to cooking. There’s a time period in my fic he loses interest in it, but he gets it back and can be found in the camp’s kitchen almost every night. Every once in a while he cooks at the center (kind of like a community hub thing?) When there’s a big event and they need more help. He learns to play the guitar and piano too. He’s quite a natural.
Gally gets back to building. He goes around the island fixing and mending things, sometimes Chuck comes with as his apprentice. When he’s not building he helps around wherever whenever, but he likes to be near the water as well. At some point he and Chuck will build a playground near the center for the younger kids, a treehouse for themselves, and a makeshift elevator (one floor up) for Newt, Rachel, and sometimes Brenda to get around the center without needing much help. He he does pottery too, mostly hand building.
Harriet takes group A under her wing right from the get go. Aside from that, she helps the builders out every once in a while, and kind of functions as a middle person between some kids and the Right Arm (because WCKD made adults scary). Sonya helps her out with this too. She’s a big fan of pottery (throwing).
Jorge’s main job is looking after Brenda while she recovers, but whenever she thinks he fusses too much he helps out with building or the logistics of the scavenges. He’s the main guy for their emergency Berg (in case they need to get deep into the mainland quickly, for medical emergencies). He’s good with animals too.
Justin teaches the youngest kids on the island thr basic skills. Reading, simple maths, things like that. He went to school himself while Chuck and the others were stuck at WCKD. Vince and Jorge nudged him too so he’d have a little distraction. Justin specifically chose to learn teaching when he discovered through one of the Right Arm’s spies that Chuck loves to learn. He also helps the builders because he’s so strong and has some expertise. He loves to hang out with Dijken’s sheep as well. He knits the group (group A and B, and Brenda, and Dijken’s daughter) all blankets. Chuck and Thomas already had ones, so he knits Thomas a stuffed animal (because everyone else already had one but him) and Chuck gets a sack for his rock collection.
Minho has a bit of trouble finding his “thing” that isn’t being a Runner or a soldier at first. He runs around to help everyone, but eventually (after a pretty long while to be honest) he heads out on scavenge journeys to the mainland, or helps out at the farm they have on the mainland, where immune kids get brought before the Right Arm gets them to the island or the Safe Zone kept in place at the end of part four (kids who need specific medical care go to that city first, others to the Safe Haven unless they don’t want to).
Newt gets his gardens back. Vegetables, fruits, flowers, doesn’t matter, he’s in there every day almost all day. When he’s not, he helps out in the kitchen with snacks, or he joins Gally in planning things for their camp. Sometimes he heads in early specifically so he can stay up at night to watch the stars (later on with Thomas, but others join sometimes). Justin teaches him to knit, so whenever he’s bedridden he spends his time knitting, listening to someone’s music, or just watching the sea. He loves (English fails me) swimming to look at the fish as well (they live near a coral reef), but he rarely goes alone.
Rachel is a very minor character, mostly because she doesn’t do much. She’s been comatose for almost two years, that has an effect on people, so she’ll be very tired all the time in the first half of the story. At first she can’t do much of anything at all, so even toward the end of the story she’ll usually stick close to the main camp unless someone takes her to the center. She’s a reader, and she’s good with younger kids as well. Aris or the others sometimes take her to a lake/pool to be in the water because she loves the weightlessness of it. Newt introduces her to the gardens, where she takes up the lighter tasks and starts a herbarium (that’s what one of those dried flower books is called right?)
Sonya kind of had a similar issue to Minho when she first came to the Safe Haven, so she helps him out. She likes to paint and play music, sometimes Harriet gets her to join her in the pottery as well. She starts hanging out with Newt in the gardens and the forest a lot when Newt shares they’re related, to get to know each other better. She and him come up with the idea for a monument for their lost friends together.
Teresa helps out at the infirmary and literally everywhere else at first. She takes on a lot of work, while also sharing every bit of information she has about WCKD, and keeping track of Brenda and Newt’s health. When that all becomes too much, she picks up other things and scales down. When Vince discovers she took elective computer science classes he lets her help crack WCKD’s servers (a big thing, because after she burned out, he specifically made sure she wouldn’t be busy with WCKD all the time, but here she’s ready to do it in a healthy way). At first ones they had already cracked before so they could be sure she didn’t find anything triggering, but later on he just lets her loose under he condition she talks about what she finds with someone.
Thomas has an issue similar to Minho’s. He has no clue what he likes to do. Newt fixes this by having him go through the cycle again like in the Maze. He ends up helping out the Builders, occasionally being a pain in the ass to Gally because like Chuck he’s eager to learn, but that has the nice side effect of his habit of asking 46829728 questions per hour come back. He and Gally become close friends through this, though. On tough days, Thomas lets himself be dragged to the arts area of the center, or he goes to swim. Sometimes he helps Dijken out on the farm, or he helps out with his daughter from time to time. He’s wary around the infirmary, so he takes the long way through the center. He heals enough to get back to it, though, especially when Teresa finds herself in it for almost a week and he doesn’t want to be the only one not to visit.
Vince runs the show, pretty much. He’s the group leader of both group A and B (the Right Arm split the kids up over multiple camps to be able to help them recover better. Also B used to be in another group, but joined A when they arrived), but also still the leader of the Right Arm and by extension responsible for the security of the Safe Haven. He has people in charge on the mainland and in the Safe Zone (which is self-governed only the Right Arm essentially leads child-protective services on the “this child needs to be literally anywhere else” level). He also helps plan any operations to help save kids (immune and otherwise) from trafficking operations and other bad situations. Later on in the story he shifts his focus more to the Safe Haven and his dozen kids, though.
