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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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lowkeyrobin · 24 days

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can u write a tmr newt x gn!reader where they were really close in the glade but slowly started to drift off of their friendship when they were in wckd compartments but got together again during one of the scorch nights(angst to fluffy thingy) tried my best to make it make sense:^)

ooo okay okay I got you ; idk I just had zero ideas for this?? I apologize lmao, I got like the basis of what you wanted, I'm just posting bc I spent way too long making just this 💀

NEWT ; rekindling a friendship in the scorch

summary ; friends to not friends to friends again in the scorch

warnings ; language

word count ; 959

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You and Newt were inseparable in the Glade. You did nearly everything together, following each other around, finding comfort in one another. It changed once you escaped the maze, however.

Even though you shared a room in your new home inside a lab, it didn't help whatsoever. After that first warm shower, everything between you two just changed.

You were never able to have lunch with your friends, always being pulled away for more and more testing. You'd seen Newt following Thomas around like a lost dog.

Between all the stress and physical deterioration, you didn't have time to talk or share thoughts with him anymore. He seemed to think the same way as you basically ignored each other as the days passed. Everything seemed to be a problem now, even though no words were spoken, only looks, or for that matter, the lack of them.

Upon finding out that WCKD was never gone in the first place, you quickly join the escape with your new friend Aris, crawling around through the vents at dark. The escape was quick and calculated, and nearly ended in death, probably a solid fourteen times. But, your group escaped to the dark, sandy scorch outside.

Bergs fly overhead, lights shining onto the sand in search of you. You all ran through the rough terrain as fast as you could and hid behind a large area of hills, waiting for them to retreat, hoping they wouldn't find you.

Unluckily, you slid down next to Newt, not a glance shared between you two. You instead looked over at Aris and Thomas to your right, making sure they were both in one piece.

The long, painful hike through the scorch continued, Newt behind Thomas and Teresa while you were behind those three, then Minho and Fry. Winston and Aris were behind you, symmetrically separating you and Newt.

The night passes, hours and hours of walking and sweat fatiguing you.

You stumble upon a mall, building up your outfits and learning some more about the Cranks that flooded the scorch. Your fight through the mall was intense and still really God damn awkward as you found yourself helping Newt up off the floor after being tripped, nearly left for dead for the Cranks.

You sprint behind the group, catching up as Thomas leads you to the exit.

Once the adrenaline wore off, it was back to the exhausting trudging through the sand.

You kept your distance with Newt, especially after Winston had fallen ill to the Flare Virus. You'd both known Winston for most of the time you could remember about your lives. The pain after hearing the lonely gunshot in the distance stopped you all in your tracks before continuing some moments later.

The days were far too long for the group of teenagers. Why you were all bundled up in a desert was beyond you, but you'd take listening to the others rather than dying because you didn't cover up. No one knew who was actually immune or not, so it wouldn't be worth it to try and test it out.

You'd taken refuge under some rocks in a little flatland area in the desert once it hit dark. You'd barely spoken in the past few days, malnourished and exhausted. You, Aris, Fry, and Newt are the stragglers left awake, baking cans of beans over the fire while also tending to it, making sure the others got some warmth as they slept.

As the hours passed, Fry and Aris fell asleep, cuddling up in the heavy clothing they found extra warmth in. Who knew a desert would be freezing once the sun had set? Obviously not you, since most of any important memory ever had been wiped, but yknow.

That left you and Newt awake, sitting a few feet away from each other, an awkward silence among you. You tap your fingers on the sand beneath you, then graze them around in little patterns, unable to find yourself tired even if you wanted to. You were exhausted tired, not sleepy tired, sadly.

The blonde surprisingly speaks up.

"Thanks for saving my ass in the mall"

You glance over at him, then look back down at the sand beneath your fingertips. You nod. "Yeah, anytime"

He slowly nods, looking out at the empty miles of sand and dirt surrounding you in all directions. "Is something wrong between us?" He asks, "You haven't been talking to me at all, and you've always got this intimidating look on your face when I look over at you, so I mean, I didn't wanna bother you, ya know?"

You shrug in response. "I mean, it started back at that lab. They were always testing on me and I was just tired, but once we escaped I kinda thought you were trying to ignore me. I dunno, sorry if I read that wrong"

His expression morphs to one of sadness and guilt before wrapping you in a hug, pulling you closer to him.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to ignore you, Y/n"

You lightly smile, wrapping your arms around him. "Sorry for kind of being a bitch about it"

"Look, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. We did kind of escape the maze, then WCKD after being tricked, and we've been running through this bloody desert for days. I don't blame you. If anything, I'll blame Rat-Man for burning you out with testing in that lab. " The dirty blonde smiles, patting your back.

"Oh, thank you, Newt. How could I ever repay you?" You chuckle, pulling away from the hug as he does.

He shrugs, a devious yet smug smirk on his face. "You could repay me in water?"

"My cantine has been empty since this morning!"

"Damnit"

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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.

➥ m.list

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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currently-munching · 20 days

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year

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

word count: 2498

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.

~~~~~~

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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queen-of-diamonds-xo · 2 years

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Falling Hard- Newt x reader (The Maze Runner)

Summary: The day you entered the glade, Newt felt something inside him grow. A need to protect you, to see you smile and laugh, to hold you when nights were cold. It’s true, the boy had fallen for you, and he fell hard.

Warnings: implied depression (Newt my poor lil boy is sad) I do refer to the situation that got Newt his limp throughout this so please lovely’s, if you think this may trigger you move on <3

A/N: Hello lovely people! My first fic back on tumblr, what a time to be alive.

Greenie day was always tense in the Glade, a new boy stumbling around, breaking rules and asking way too many questions for anyone to bear. This Greenie day was especially hard for Newt, as it was the first since his ‘accident’. The boy reluctantly swings himself out of the hammock, sharp pain shooting through his left leg as it makes contact with the unstable, rocky ground. A constant reminder of that day, the day he had finally given up hope of ever escaping the maze.

He sighs as he stretches, twisting slightly as a satisfying crack comes from the boy's back. He rolls his head to the side, eyes closed as yet another sigh escapes his lips. The blonde boy looks around, smiling slightly at the sight of the Gladers asleep in their hammocks. ‘So peaceful, not for long though’, he thinks to himself.

The day drags by slowly as Newt attends to his garden, weeding and tilling soil. Occasionally helping Alby when the leader required it. Before long the all too familiar shrilling ring of the box alarm rings through the Glade, effectively stopping all the boys from their required tasks.

Newt makes his way over to the box, pushing his way through the crowd of curious boys. Murmurs breakout throughout the group, a light buzz falling over the glade as the boys speculate the fate of the incoming arrival.

“I hope he’s a good cook, I need some help in that shucking kitchen, you guys are animals sometimes.”

“I hope he cuts it as a builder, shuck knows we need a bit more brute strength around here.”

“He’s probably going to cut it as a slopper.”

Newt rolls his eyes at his friend's comments, his mind clouded by his own judgment.

The newly appointed second-in-command grumbles to himself; “Great, another boy who’s going to follow us around like a lost puppy until he finds his place in this shucking hell hole. Another boy to feed, to explain to that we are all trapped here with no escape. Just great.”

As the box comes to a halt a high pitched scream is heard, rumbling its way through the metal cage. Slight laughing breaks out among the group as someone shouts “The greenie screams like a shucking girl!”

“Slim it.” Alby announces to the group. “Gally, if you will.”

The builder opens the box, jumping down as the metal cage shakes under his heavy feet.

“Day one Gree-“ the boys sentence is cut short as a fist connects with his jaw. The builder to stunned to speak as his eyes scan over the new arrival. “Uh Alby, Newt, you might want to come take a look at this!” The boy shouts as the gladers calls and laughter ring through the glade.

Newt peers down, his heart stopping and stomach dropping as he inspects the scene below him. Huddled tightly in a corner, wielding a knife and shaking slightly was a girl. A shucking girl! He peers over at Alby, completely stunned and without a clue how to proceed.

“Alright slint heads, back to work. Things just got complicated.” Alby shouts to the gladers.

But none of them move, shell shocked as they stare at the new greenie.

“You heard him, back to work.” Newt announces, receiving grumbles from the boys as they reluctantly make their way from the box.

Newt makes his way into the box, looking over to Gally who only shrugs, rubbing his jaw slightly from the impact of the prior events. Newt makes his way over to the girl, whose eyes are wide with fear as she scans between the three boys in the box. As he takes another step the girl panics, holding the knife out further as she speaks. Voice hoarse from crying.

“Don’t come any closer, I'm warning you.”

The threat is empty as her voice cracks at the end, fresh tears making their way down the girl's stained cheeks.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. It’s okay, we're not going to hurt you.” Newt speaks slowly proceeding closer to the girl, arms stretched out as if approaching a wild animal.

He slowly grabs the knife, throwing it away from her as he crouches down, grabbing the girl's hands as he does so. His kind eyes boring into her as he tilts his head to the side. She stares back at him, crystal orbs stained red from tears as her laboured breaths ring through the box.

Newts heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might rip out of his chest, as he slowly rubs his thumb over the girls knuckles he can’t help the feeling of nostalgia that rushes over him. The feeling he gets is indescribable, like the first stretch of the morning, or watching the bright sun disappearing over the clouds only to be surrounded by millions of dazzling stars. The feeling of coming home to freshly baked cookies or sitting in front of a blazing fire. He sniffles slightly as tears sting in his eyes so overcome by emotion, his ears ring as his stomach twists.

Just one look at this girl and he knows, his life has been flipped upside down. And for a moment he’s falling, wind rushing through his hair as he screams to no one in particular. But this time he knows that when he lands, he wont be left broken on the cold stone walls. No, he wont be left broken again because maybe, just maybe, this new greenie was sent here to build him back up again.

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talesofesther · 2 years

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Embers and stars

Newt x Reader

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

A/N: This is very self-indulgent, and to the few anons who said they'd like to see a story with this cutie. Also, this is mainly to try and put my brain back in the writing game, with my favorite boy. I doubt many people are gonna read this, but I post all my stories here so…

And yes, Newt made it to Safe Haven; don’t look at me like that.

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The sand was warm as you buried your toes in it, breathing in deeply the salty air of the ocean just ahead of you. Waves brought the water closer to your feet, it was pleasantly cold compared to the warmth of the setting sun.

You opened your eyes to the view of the orange sun touching the end of the sea far away, painting the sky in deep shades of orange, purple, and blue. There were voices behind you, people chatting happily for once. You glanced around with a smile, seeing your Glader friends and everyone else that made it to the Safe Haven.

A few trees adorned the main area along with grassy ground just after the thin strip of sand, some of the tents were still being built but most were already up; held by large pieces of wood and big enough to accommodate everyone.

It's been only a few days, and there are countless adjustments yet to be made and problems to solve. But they were futile, small compared to the hell you all just escaped from.

Everyone needed time to relax, so tonight, Frypan and Minho decided to bring back the bonfire night.

Thomas walked out of the forest with pieces of wood in his hands. You giggled at the way he struggled to carry them, groaning dramatically when he dropped two of the pieces.

With a last glance towards the vast ocean, you made your way up to him, feeling your already tired muscles complain about having to walk in the fluffy sand. As you reached the grass, you put your slippers back on and called out to Thomas; "Need a hand?"

Thomas glanced up to you from his crouched position, in the middle of trying to pick up the fallen wood. "Yeah, that would be great. Thank you."

You split the pieces of wood between both of you, carrying it with much more ease towards the middle of the big camp, where the bonfire would take place. Slowly, the place started to look more like home. In some ways, it reminded you of the Glade.

The box had brought you up one month before Chuck arrived, and your life had been a rollercoaster ever since. From living two months in the Glade and then diving into nothing short of an adventure in the outside world, it felt nostalgic to finally have something similar to what you called home back in the maze.

With a grunt, you let go of the heavy pieces of wood. Seagulls could be heard singing in the distance, along with a soft cold breeze that started flowing from the ocean.

"All good here?" Minho had run up to you and Thomas, seemingly done with his scouting around the beach. Almost everyone had found something to do by now, you were still helping around randomly wherever it was needed.

"Yeah, I think that's all," Thomas told him, looking down at the wood you had just dumped on the sand.

"Great, we can start the fire then," Minho said excitedly, walking back towards the main tent.

As Minho ran out of view, Thomas nudged you on the shoulder. You looked his way curiously, and he had a teasing grin on his face. "You caught someone's attention."

You raised an eyebrow at him, following his gaze towards your right side. Your eyes found Newt, who was watching you from afar, with a forgotten tomato seedling in his hand. The tender smile that came to you was inevitable, the way his blond hair fell softly over his eyes with the wind; the way the last rays of sun painted his cheeks pink, and how he quickly looked away as you caught him staring, pretending to pay undivided attention to the new garden; it all made your stomach flutter pleasantly.

Newt had sneaked his way into your heart from day one. With him being the sweetest, most caring, and respectful amongst everyone on the Glade; you became friends fast.

You felt warmth coming to your cheeks, throwing a last glance towards him before walking back to the tents with Thomas, who started teasing you relentlessly.

"-Hearing me? Newt? Newt!"

With a start, Newt looked up quickly, shaking his head lightly to clear his mind. He saw Frypan watching him already with a knowing smirk. Newt got up from the ground, cleaning his hands on his pants. "Don't even start." He grumbled under his breath.

"I'm just here to pick up some oregano." The playful tone betrayed Frypan's words.

Newt huffed out a nervous breath, shooting a side glance towards the same direction you walked to.

Frypan caught up on his staring. "Why won't you just talk to her?"

"There's nothing to talk about." Averting his gaze, Newt walked past his friend and towards his own tent.

"You're wasting time, she likes you too, you know," Frypan called out to Newt, who didn't bother to stop walking.

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As the night came along fully, allowing countless stars to adorn the sky and the embers of the bonfire to shine bright; Frypan's words ringed inside Newt's head. He was sitting down on one of the benches that were placed under the main tent, his gaze fixed ahead of him on the bonfire; or more specifically, on you.

He twirled a half-full cup of Gally's drink in his hands, watching as you laughed along with his friends, your skin being illuminated by the fire.

The feelings he had for you had been brewing for a long time, almost as long as he had known you. It came naturally to him, being with you was easy and it warmed his chest like nothing else could, even if a familiar anxiousness always came with it. What was not easy, was acting on it. Newt never had any relationships, or if he did, he doesn't remember. It angered him that he didn't know how to deal with everything you made him feel.

And to think that there was a possibility you might feel the same; made his heart do somersaults.

He had been so lost inside his own worries that he didn't register someone coming towards him, only catching on when a shoulder was pressed to his.

You sat down beside Newt with a smile, not bothering to leave any distance between you. "Why are you out here isolating yourself?"

Your cheeky grin brought a blush to Newt's cheeks, and the way your body was touching his gave him goosebumps. "I'm not isolating, it's just a little more peaceful here."

The faint glow of the fire reflected on Newt's eyes, you could get lost in his warm gaze and the way he smiled at you.

"You're not wrong." Your words were quiet as you looked ahead of you, taking in the dark night sky and the orange glow of the bonfire.

Newt felt his mouth go dry, his finger tapped his cup anxiously before he set it down on the table. "Do you want to um- maybe take a walk along the beach?" He averted his gaze as he asked, hoping you didn't notice the pitch of his voice.

He could feel your gaze on him but there was no answer yet. Before he could ask again, or say it was no big deal if you didn't feel like it; he felt the warmest of touches involve his hand, his breath getting caught up in his throat as you intertwined your fingers with his.

"I'd love to."

You didn't let go of his hand as you silently walked along the coast side. This time of night, you couldn't even see the ocean, only hear the waves crashing. The chatter and partying of your friends were nothing but a background noise now.

"A part of me thought we'd never be able to make it here." You confessed with a quiet voice, feeling the cold wind on your skin.

Newt squeezed your hand, still feeling elated that you chose to hold on to him. "I know, sometimes it still feels like a dream."

There was a pause, and then your feet stopped moving as you felt Newt had stopped walking. You looked back at him with gentle curiosity, your outstretched hands still together. The moonlight illuminated his eyes and you saw hesitance in them.

You walked up to him, standing close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. "What's wrong?"

He averted his gaze, looking down at your joined hands as he played with your fingers. "I wanted to- I need to tell you something."

His accent caught heavily onto his words, letting you know he was forcing them out. Without thinking much, you brought your free hand up. Your fingertips ghosted over his cheek before running through his hair, burying your touch on his messy blond strands from the wind.

Newt visibly gulped at your action, he squeezed your hand more forcibly to ground himself. Yet, he leaned into your touch, almost closing his eyes.

"You can tell me anything." You promised.

He licked his lips, taking one last deep breath; and as he felt the salty water hit his shoes, he spoke what his heart had been screaming for a long time. "I have feelings for you, and I'm not sure how else to tell you this."

His gaze moved over your face for a moment, but he couldn't read it. He cleared his throat. "I have for a while and, it's alright if you don't feel the same. I just had to say it becau-"

A hand on the back of his neck pulling him forward cut him off. With an exhale of surprise, Newt felt your lips on his.

As fast as you kissed him, you pulled back. Your nose brushed his as you looked at him with a dazed stare. "I do feel the same." You breathed out, not being able to form any better words.

Newt pulled you back to him instantly, both his hands coming around your waist and flushing your bodies together. He melted against you, feeling the way you threaded your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck.

And you kissed him back with just as much passion, wrapping him up in an embrace that would hopefully let him know for how long you'd wanted this as well.

Far away, you thought you heard the voices of your friends laughing and shouting comments at you both. It made you smile into the kiss and you felt the way Newt's lips turned up as well.

If this was a dream, you'd be fine with never waking up.

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

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tomblythsslut · 9 months

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#thomas brodie sangster x reader #thomas sangster x reader #thomas sangster #newt x you #newt x you smut

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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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dylobilysmomg · 1 year

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Movie Scenes That Never Fail To Make Me Cry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐰 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟑)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟒)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐞 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖)

𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐆𝐮𝐧 (𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟔)

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗡𝗼𝘄 & 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲!

𝗶𝗯: 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲𝟴𝟲𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆

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lizzysbrain · 4 months

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My poor baby probably didn’t get an ounce of sleep that night. Bro was being dragged to prison and the only thing he was worried about was whether she was breathing or not 😢. I need a man this in love with me.

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imjustagirlinthisworlddd · 4 months

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could we get some Newt headcanons pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Newt headcanons !!

FINALLY SOME LOVE FOR NEWT!!!!!!!! MY LOVEEEEEEEEEEE ASKASOKAKS i've been waitingggg for someone to finally do a request of newt!! so happy you made one<3

Newt who would be stunned and surprised by your looks when you first came up in the box. Newt who tells the boys to 'back off' when they're making fun of you when you first arrived at the glade. Newt who would always be staring at you; through the bonfire, across the glade, and even when you're eating (literally all the time). Newt who is startled when both of your hands brushed at the slightest contact. Newt who would always guard you when you're showering. Newt who accidentally heard the way some boys talk dirty things about you and yell at them to shut up. Newt who would use his position as the 2nd on command to try to save you from alby's punishments when you break the rules. Newt who hopes everyday that you won't be a runner. Newt who would insist that you shouldn't be a runner which leads to you both arguing so loud which later on ended with Newt kissing you against a tree. Newt who knows that you can handle yourself in the maze but still gets scared that something would happend to you. Newt who clenches his jaw when a Greenie flirts with you. Newt who talks to Minho about taking care of you in the Maze. Newt who would tell you and even show you how much you really mean to him without being ashamed. Newt who accidentally calls you 'love' but later on calls you that all the time after seeing your shy reaction (he wants to see more of your flustered face). Newt who doesn't realize that he likes you until Minho jokingly tease him about you getting with other boys. Newt who is shockingly easy flustered whenever you flirt with him. Newt who would ignore his feelings for you until you're the only thing in his mind, and it makes him shy around you. Newt who would kiss you slowly as he brushes his thumbs against your cheek. Newt who enjoys your presence so much that he wants to spend all his time with you. Newt who would suggest to Alby that you should move into his hut once you both start dating to give your hut to the new greenie. Newt who would wake up more early due to his position as the 2nd leader and spend his time kissing your cheek and forehead gently and admire you're features, and whisper 'your so bloody gorgeous' and 'i love you' quietly. Newt who would always take every chance he could to be with you because he's busy as the 2nd on command. Newt who's surprisingly into PDA (not all of the time, and not too much, and it's more of a cautious possessive thing than just being cute in front all of the gladers; he normally stands behind you with his hands on your waist. His grip is gentle and he loves it when you relax your back into him).

tbh it's crazy and still unbelievable how i get requests btw I'm thinking of making a part 2 of this since i still have many more hc's of him on my mind and maybe make a smut or spice version of his hc's, but do you guys want that? (In case y'all don't know yet, i'm a really big simp for newt.)

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NEWT ; the night we met

summary ; newt is new to the glade & you're there when he regains his name

warnings ; language, alcohol, very pre-thomas era (about three or four years)

word count ; 1.3k

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Newt, with his arrival to the glade in the box, was a frightened little Greenie. He was merely fourteen years old, about 5"7, with dirty blonde hair just barely hiding his eyes. He seemed awestruck, as usual Greenies were, and obviously scared and confused.

Alby sadly didn't have any answers for him, many, at that. He just had the rundown of the Glade to give him and the rules and to introduce him to the other Gladers out and about. He wouldn't be able to introduce him to you or Minho, seeing as you were both running the maze right now.

The second the poor boy heard the word maze, he nearly had a panic attack. It was like something in the back of his brain had been triggered, reminding him of something he couldn't remember.

But as the cool, green forest faded into an orange-y warm fire, the sun set above, leading you and Minho back to the Glade to join the monthly Greenie bonfire. There was work to be done, tasking you with business before you could join.

The fifteen year old Minho begged you to hurry up, but you had to map out a new section of the maze. There was no fooling around for you at the moment. So, he leaves without you, curiosity stabbing him as he jogs back into the main Glade, away from the Deadheads.

You, finally, were able to join around eleven or so, the moon nearly centered in the dark sky above.

You had a cup of Gally's secret juice in your hand as you rest your back against a tree, a nice view of both the fire and the little fight-circle. You take your time to enjoy the peace and intoxicate yourself, ridding yourself of any worries.

You lay your eyes on the new Greenie, a light, inviting smile as he looks back at you. He was standing all alone, staring at the fire like he was trying to think long and hard about his past. He joins you, seeing that you were also alone, watching the fire and the other boys talk and have fun.

He sits criss-cross next to you, an awkward little hi slipping from his mouth.

"Know your name yet, Greenie?" You ask him, taking a sip from your cup.

He shakes his head, a slight twinge of sadness twinkling in his eyes.

"Don't worry," You pat him on the shoulder, "You'll get it back soon"

He nods, basking the two of you in a calm silence, listening to the fire crackle and the boys cheering and whooping a few yards away. He speaks up after a few minutes, having been conjuring up a question for you.

"How long have you been here?" He asks, question and curiosity dripping off his tongue.

You shrug, "Seven months. Same thing every day, all day. It's nice after a while, I guess."

He nods, watching Gally and Alec tussle and shove each other around the fight circle. He looks down at the mason jar in your hand, seeing you cringe as you feel the sour taste hit your tastebuds.

"What's that?"

You deviously smile, "Gally's secret concoction." You hold out the glass for him, giving him a look to try it.

He looks between you and the glass jar filled with the dark yellow liquid, seeking approval in your eyes. You nod, silently urging him to try it.

"It's good for the nerves"

He's silent for a moment before he takes it in his hand and takes a quick swig of it. He cringes as he hands the jar back, coughing up a fit as he rubs his mouth with his wrist.

You lightly laugh, watching his dramatic reaction.

"Good for nerves?" He repeats, smacking his lips to try and rid the taste from his mouth. "What is that, bloody hell!"

You giggle, setting the jar down in the grass with a little twist so it'd stay. "Dunno, ask Gally"

"Which one is Gally? Good God" He lightly coughs, "It tastes like piss!"

You stand up, a hand out to help Newt up. "I'll show you around, hm?"

He nods, taking your hand as you walk around the bonfire.

"Y'know Alby and Fry, right?"

He nods.

"Cool. Well, that's Minho, my best friend. He's a runner, as am I. He's Keeper of the Runners, though, very down to Earth and stuff. There's Gally and the other builders. They're strong but dumb." You shrug. "Winston is Keeper of the Slicers. He and that whole crew are wonderful. Zart and Jeff are the Med-Jacks. Go to them if you have a splinter or a cold, they'll help you out"

The blonde nods, following your gaze and finger as you look to and point the others out.

"And those are the Track-Hoes. They're gardeners, very sweet, that's Sam, Keeper of the Track-Hoes" You finish, giving him a warm smile as you look back at him.

He goes silent for a moment, looking dazed and zoned out before you snap him back to reality.

"Greenie? Hey, dude?"

"Newt" His lips curl into a smile, eyes twinkling as he looks at you. "Newt. My name is Newt"

You widely smile and chuckle in excitement, both of you with your hands on each other's shoulders as you bounce around, both buzzed off of the alcohol you'd been served.

"Greenie has a name!" You shout, looking to him for him to shout out his name, the whole Glade looking at you two.

"My name is Newt!" He smiles, looking to you for approval.

In your buzzed state, you convince him to jump on your back as you loop around the large fire, the boys chanting his name.

"Welcome to the Glade, Newton!"

"Newton?"

"It's gotta stand for something!"

The boys continuously chant and holler his name, a smile painting his freckled face. You had all of him now, his kind, friendly and trustworthy personality, his dirty blonde hair, his freckles, and his dorky name.

He felt his brain take a photo of the scene as he looked slightly down at you, a hand on your scalp, the other formed in a fist which he held in the air. From the crackling fire beside him, to the feeling of the warm air against his face, to the boys in a circle watching as you proudly carry him on your shoulders. The smell of the bitter drink passed around the bonfire haunted his nose, and the way you gripped onto his ankles for safety did as well.

After the bonfire, the drunk boys return to the Homestead one by one, leaving you, Minho, Newt, and most of the builders by the fire. Minho struck up a conversation with Newt by the fire, sitting on a log together while you sit at the log on the right of them, sipping on Gally's secret drink. You weren't shitfaced but you weren't buzzed either, just the right amount of kind of out of it. You wanted to rid your life of any stress tonight, considering your friend and your new friend, Newt, were getting along and no one had tried to kill each other today, a win in your eyes.

Minho, wanting to embarass you, buzzed, brings up how you requested a guitar from the box and actually received it, although you never touched it afterward because you didn't want to be made fun of. Newt found this interesting and began begging you to play, even just for a minute. He never heard any real, genuine music before, and to experience it from you, his first actual friend would've been a memory he'd remember for a lifetime and more.

You eventually comply, striking a deal that if you play, you wouldn't be singing. You walk back and forth from the fire to the Homestead, retrieving the guitar, re-tuning it on your walk back to the two boys. You sit down again with a dramatic sigh and strum on the strings once to make sure it was properly tuned now.

Newt watches with a smile as you strum away, humming along to the rhythm.

The same rhythm that he could decode one certain phrase from underneath the warm, orange light of the fire, which was now dying out.

Take me back to the night we met.

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pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 3 - infamous minecraft night

summary: the usual minecraft night ensues, and newt comes to a realization.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

note: the first meme is minho i swear. anyways first written chapter yaaaay !!

The only sounds coming from Newt’s apartment were the whirring of his pc and the shuffle of his friend situating himself on the living room couch. Newt was stationed in the corner of the small apartment, typing away at his computer, head down and floppy blond hair over his forehead.

“Dude, chill. You’re going to give yourself carpal tunnel from typing that fast.” Minho said from his spot on the sofa. His hands were behind his head, feet on the coffee table and shooting a judgmental look Newt’s way.

The older looked over his shoulder, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I told you to stop putting your nasty feet on my table.” He retorted.

Minho rolled his eyes, dramatically stomping his feet back on the ground. Another look was shot his way, curtesy of Newt before he turned back around, focusing again on his screen. “We getting on Minecraft or what, man?” Minho sighed, putting his laptop on his lap.

“Uh, yeah, go ahead and get on. I just finished my work and I’m gonna join the call.” Newt mumbled, taking hold of his mouse to click off of the library website he was editing, and switch to the Discord app. It took a second for him to find ‘The Glade’ group, noticing three active members in the voice chat to the left side of the main chat. He suddenly saw the chat moving as an alert popped up, showing that a familiar name was typing.

y/n: yooo newt get on!!

y/n: i see you online. get on call! we need a voice of reason

Newt’s dark eyes flew across the screen, a small smile gracing his lips as he read what you said. Behind him, Newt could hear Minho scoffing. The sound must have sobered the blond up, since his smile fell and he coughed to snap himself out of it.

“Dude, how come she asked you to join? I’m online too!” Minho grumbled like a spoiled kid.

Newt smirked, sending him a look again from over his shoulder. “Because she needs a voice of reason, or so she says. You’d only serve to make things worse in whatever is going on in that call.” The older snickered, and a harsh glare came from his friend. Newt swore he heard Minho mutter a few curses under his breath as he turned back around, but he let it go.

Clearing his throat, Newt clicked on the voice chat and prepared himself. An onslaught of voices immediately filled his ears, a mix of halfhearted arguing and giggles from Alby, Gally, and yourself. As usual, dark eyes instantly found the small square that housed the image of you and Newt couldn’t control the smile that lit up his face.

“Newt!” You beamed right back at him, waving through the screen.

“Y/n!” The blond reciprocated the wave and felt his cheeks heat up as you giggled a bit.

A few groans lit up the call belonging to Alby and Gally. The two had a similar set up going on; sitting in front of their fancy gaming computers while adorning a headset, a bit distracted as they played Minecraft.

“You could say hey to us too, Newt.” Alby sassed, with a broad grin and raised brows.

“Yeah, but you guys probably caused whatever problem is going on." Newt chuckled. This elicited a furious nod from you in the corner, and Alby immediately began wagging his finger in the camera with a series of 'no, no, no's.

"Sure, go see what Y/n did to my house." Gally remarked the bottom left corner of the screen and rolled his eyes.

"I only blew half of it up because you destroyed my shed!" You gasped at Gally. Newt's smile grew at their antics.

"You mean my shed that you've been squatting in!" Gally shouted back at her. There was a hint of an amused smile on his face despite the obvious irritation about the TNT blowing his hard work up. Newt figured it would have been a bigger deal if it was anyone else's property, but Gally was an absolute beast at Minecraft; he could fix any damage within mere minutes.

Before you could retort, the sound of another person joining the call cut you off. A vertical screen stretched to fit the layout, and a blurry image of a familiar brunette was shown.

"Heyyyy, guys!" Thomas sing-songed out, holding his phone up in the air like a stereotypical dad. He was clearly walking along the snow covered streets, wired headphones in as he adjusted his beanie. The crew let out a chorus of 'hey man's and 'hey Tommy's'.

"Where the hell are you?" Newt asked, laughter laced in his voice, head tilted to the side to decipher where his friend was going.

"Uhhh, I'm on my way home," Thomas started, looking around as snow began to fall a bit, almost seeming unsure of his own words, "I think, at least."

"You think?" Newt echoed, amused.

"You're like one of those kids who need a leash on their backpacks." You said, grinning at your best friend as he trudged along the almost barren stone street of New York.

Thomas shrugged, a little laugh bubbling out. "I guess. I kinda got lost, I thought this old lady was following me so I faked her out and went a weird direction. Now I'm in a fancy neighborhood." He explained.

Alby, Newt, yourself, and even Minho from behind Newt let out a loud laugh.

"Dumbass." Gally snickered, grinning for once on the call.

"Tommy, you're nuts." You mumbled, hand moving rapidly along with your mouse as you tried to fix your shed, eyes glancing back and forth between the screens.

"Who was that? Is Min there?" Alby questioned, squinting at Newt's image on the screen.

Newt scooted his rolling chair to the side to reveal Minho's slouched over form on the couch. The man's smile comically fell as he was revealed, almost like he had an upset image to keep up (he did). "Wow, you know my laugh anywhere. You're obsessed with me." It was Minho's turn to sass out, as usual.

Alby rolled his eyes and Tommy grinned at the sight of their friend. "Minho! Hey, buddy!" The latter waved enthusiastically as he trudged the quickly darkening streets. Minho simply flashed a middle finger, making him pout.

"Join the call, Min. You should get on Minecraft too." You piped up, eyes looking away from your phone camera and glued to your laptop.

"No, fuck you guys. I'm mad at you." Minho all but shouted, arms crossed and leaning back on the couch.

Newt scooted more into the frame again, shaking his head. "He's pissed still, as you can tell."

"You're the one who removed him." Alby said, clearly annoyed.

"But you guys are the ones who didn't add me back!" Minho shouted again, glaring at the screen from his spot.

"I added you back!" Alby corrected him.

"Oh, please." Minho didn't know how to reply, so he just scoffed at the man. He was right after all, and Min didn't like being wrong.

Newt shook his head, leaning back in his chair. He shrunk the screen a bit to pull up Minecraft, eager to see what kind of damage was done to everyone's homes.

They had build up a cute little town: dark oak houses, each unique to every person who built them, all leading up to a giant cherry blossom mansion that Gally resided in. The shed beside the mansion housed any stray horses found—each horse assigned to a different person—and your own little blue bed. You refused to live in your own home after everyone made fun of the dirt house you and Tommy built together. Unlike you, Tommy stood his ground and stayed inside of it. You chose to spite everyone who made fun of you and move into the public stables, inconveniencing them.

Newt crossed his arms and patiently waited for his game to load as he tuned back into the conversation. You had convinced Minho to play with all of you if you gave him your hard earned diamond—emphasis on the singularity of the use of diamond. You often had a hard time mining without dying, so you took pride in your jewel.

"Oh, c'mon. That just means you'll steal more of my shit." Newt said, pretending to sound exasperated.

At the sound of his British accent rolling through your speakers like honey, your eyes immediately darted back to the screen to see Newt's smirk. A blush emerged on your cheeks and you bashfully smiled. "No, I won't! I swear." You said, a bit embarrassed.

Newt didn't mind you borrowing his things, and he had an inkling that you knew that. "Sure, I bet that'll last for an hour." He chuckled.

Internally, Newt was giddy at your interaction like a school girl. Now he was internally embarrassed. At the perfect time, his game screen loaded and he began playing the game to distract himself.

"Guys, promise me you'll tell me if there's someone behind me." Thomas piped up while trekking through the streets. Everyone monotonously agreed, not fully paying attention.

"Guys, c'mon!" Thomas whined incessantly, sounding like a little kid. You giggled and assured him you'd keep an eye out, and he seemed to calm down at those words.

With that, the group gaming really started up. It was weird without Thomas being online and his little character not moving around, but his constant talking filled the void.

On the other side of the screen you were reeling at the sight of Newt. He was focused on the game, lip between his teeth, brows taut, and messy, thick, blond hair splayed over his forehead like a golden crown. Brown eyes constantly flickering around the screen but somehow finding their home on you in the end—or at least you hoped.

Newt was thinking similar things about you. Eyes catching your form every time you moved your hair to the other shoulder, or ran your hand through it. He tried not to be obvious and strayed away from glancing over at every movement, but it was hard. If he caught your gaze, he would waggle his brows a bit, and you would dissolve into that cute little smile that lit up his stomach in butterflies. Thankfully, no one noticed your interactions—or at least that's what both of you told yourselves.

By the time Thomas got to his own apartment, and those affected rebuilt their in-game homes, things were slowing down and tiredness overcame most of you. Even Minho's shit talk from behind Newt had almost came to a halt. The first one out was Gally, claiming he had work tomorrow. Next was you.

“G’night, you guys. I have a 9 am Zoom class tomorrow, I gotta be up early.” You grumbled. A hand came up to lazily rub at your eyes as you carried your phone to your room, and Newt resisted the urge to say something along the lines of 'goodnight sweetheart' (which he didn't know why that popped up in his brain).

The group of guys chorused a goodnight to you, all waving. Newt stared at your image, your sweet smile that would stick in his mind long after you hung up. The sound of you leaving echoed in his brain as he stared at the spot where you once were. That is, until Alby's video replaced where yours once was and he scowled.

"What's with the stink face?" Thomas gawked at his friend from where he laid on his bed, phone sat up next to him on the pillow. His friends sudden smile turning into a stoic expression startled him.

"His girlfriend left, that's what." Minho said, walking up behind Newt. Min placed his hands on Newt's shoulders, and the blond shot him a dirty look, shaking his hands off.

"Shut up. The fuck does that mean?" Newt grumbled. Everyone seemed to notice how bothered Newt sounded, which only made smirks grow wider. Everyone but Tommy, who was just about half asleep by now.

"Ahhh," Minho started and tapped Newt's bicep, "just as we all thought." Minho left it at that and stood up straighter, hands on his hips. Newt looked up at him entirely confused.

"Do you guys talk outside of the groupchat?" Alby asked.

"We talkin' about Y/n?" Thomas slurred out.

"Yes, dumbass." Minho leaned down so Thomas could see his annoyed face, but his eyes were closed.

"Uhhhh, not too much, no." Newt shrugged. "Why does it matter?"

Minho gave him an 'are you actually stupid?' type of look, arms crossing as he gazed down at his best friend. "'Why does it matta?'" He mocked his accent, "It matters cause it'll show her you like her!" Arms flew up in the air, as if the answer was obvious.

All Newt could manage to do was look to the side, tongue to his cheek as he ignored the blossoming blush thanks to the topic.

"Min is right, dude! You should talk to her more." Alby's words seemed more encouraging than Minho's. Maybe it was due to the fact that all Minho ever expressed was sarcasm and disdain, but Newt just didn't find him as earnest as Alby at the moment.

"They're right," Thomas piped up, lazy smile on his face. "She's super easy to talk to."

"What?" They all bellowed out in unison.

"You talk to her?" Newt was flabbergasted at this new revelation.

"Uh, duh. She's my best friend. So what?" Thomas scrunched up his brows, eyes cracking open.

Newt just scoffed and shook his head. He wasn't jealous, just.. at a loss for words. "Alright, on that note, goodnight." Newt punctuated his goodbye with a press to the 'end call' button.

The black screen faced both boys, and Newt quickly stood, beelining for his kitchen to make some tea.

"Dude, you call me dramatic." Minho grumbled. Newt just gave him the umpteenth pointed look of the night from his spot next to the sink. As soon as the blond turned around to put the kettle on, filling it up for two, Minho let his knowing smile show.

"You stayin' the night?" The older one called from the kitchen. He decided to ignore whatever that humiliating topic was prior.

Minho plopped down on the couch, head in the pillow, and fishing for the television remote. "You know it." He said. It wasn't odd for Minho to spend the night, as the couch was honestly dedicated to man at this point. Newt liked the company anyways.

The best friends fell into a rhythm of one finding a Netflix show and the other preparing two mugs of tea (Minho usually detested it, claiming it was too British for him, but he surprisingly learned to like it. He would never admit it, but he actually found himself making some tea when he was at home).

Newt had the previous short conversation replaying in his mind over and over as he zoned out while waiting for the water to boil. Did he really like Y/n like that? Yeah, she was gorgeous, and he always found himself looking for her approval and reactions, but he didn't want to be that guy who liked the only girl in the friend group. Although, he knew the situation wasn't really like that.

As Newt brought over the steaming hot mugs and sat on the opposite couch from his friend, waiting for whatever action movie was pulled up to play, he decided talking to Y/n more wasn't such a bad idea.

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