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Once Bitten, Twice Shy -  Chapter 5 - The Maze Runner Newt Fic

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Author’s Note: Okay, so I’ve learned I don’t really like schedules. Sorry this is out so late! I really appreciate all of the support for this fic. Thank you so much for reading! Shoot me a message if you want to be added to the tag list! Or if you just want to chat :)

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The woods were dark. You paced around endlessly, waiting for day, praying for a happy ending, terrified of what would lay beyond the open Maze doors when the sun finally rose.

Your stomach was in knots. New blisters were forming on your feet and thin scratches lined your arms, remnants of a tree branch’s caresses. You felt sick. You felt disgusted with yourself. You felt guilty.

I’m Minho’s partner!

Every footstep pounded the word further into your head. Partner, partner, partner. Left him, left him, left him.

He needed you, Alby needed you, and you didn’t help them. And now Thomas was in there, a Greenie with less than a week in the Glade under his belt.

Newt’s fault, Newt’s fault, Newt’s fault. Step, step step.

Your chest burned with rage. Part of you understood why Newt had held you down and prevented you from helping. Staying in the Maze overnight was, historically, a death sentence.

But that was where Newt had made a mistake. You knew it was dangerous. 

And you accepted it. 

If staying in the Maze was what you had to do to help Minho and Alby, you would do it, no hesitation. That was your choice to make. Not Newt’s. 

You felt like tearing your hair out as you remembered pushing Newt to the ground and pinning all of the blame on him. Just once, why couldn’t you have taken a breath? Calmed down and told him what you were thinking?

Pace, pace, pace. Monster, monster, monster. 

Instead, you ran from him. You always ran.

Coward, coward, coward.

You stopped in your tracks and picked up a branch. Using all of your rage and fear and guilt, you whipped it at a tree trunk and watched it splinter into pieces. Then you took a deep breath in, a deep breath out, and turned around and walked to the Glade.

Leaving the shadowy coverage of the trees, you made your way to the doors where you’d last seen your friends. A figure sat slumped against the wall. You were too far away to make out any features, but you knew who it was. The way Newt carried himself was engraved in your mind.

Your steps grew more timid as you neared him. Newt had one leg outstretched, the other bent at the knee. His hands were resting in his lap and his head was tilted back. You couldn't see if his eyes were open or not. 

As you drew closer, Newt stirred.

You cleared your throat. “Can I sit down?”

For a second, you didn’t think he was going to respond. His eyes weren’t closed, you saw; he was looking up at the sky, searching for answers among the stars. Then his gaze flicked over to you and he nodded. “Of course, lo-” He frowned and looked back up. “Of course.”

Love.

You sat down a few feet away from him, your back against the wall. The cold stone against your skin should have given relief from the warm night, but it made your skin crawl to touch the Maze. You moved forward and sat up straighter.

The silence that fell over the two of you was unfamiliar. There hadn’t been a time in your relationship where quiet had felt so stifling. Usually, if Newt wasn’t talking or listening, you could glance over at him and find that he was already looking at you, his eyes soft, his smile warm.

You looked over at him. He was staring at the sky.

You followed his gaze up. Overheard, stars twinkled against a pitch-black sky. The moon reigned supreme over them all, full and bright. You wondered if Minho was looking at the moon. Was Thomas searching for a shooting star? Did Alby imagine he could see the hint of a sunrise in the east?

You’d wanted to apologize to Newt, but the words wouldn’t come out. In your heart, you were a coward. The muscles in your legs were already tense, ready for you to run. You had to say something, you had to keep yourself there. You said the first thing you could think of. “Do you think they’ll make it out?”

Newt kept staring at the sky. “We both know what it’s like in there.”

Then, before you could stop yourself, “You should have let me go.”

Now Newt did turn to you, and in his eyes you saw pain and fear and guilt, rage and bitterness and sorrow. You saw a lifetime of suffering in the eyes of a teenager. “How could I let you go in when I know what it’s like?”

The question hung in the air like a noose.

“I couldn’t...I don’t want anyone to be in there, but I couldn’t live with myself if you were.” His voice was thick with emotion.

Your throat felt so constricted you couldn’t talk. Your hands fell to the dirt. You needed something stable, you needed something normal. “You can’t keep doing this,” you said weakly. You gained strength as you found more words. “I need to be able to make my own decisions. You can’t keep treating me like you love me.”

“I do love you.”

“Stop.”

“Love, I can’t. I know you want me to, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to. Y/N, I-”

“Newt.” He went quiet at his name. His eyes were so big, so hopeful, so tired. “I can’t be with you.”

“I know-” Newt began, his voice gravelly.

“No,” you cut him off, “you don’t know. And that’s fine. I don’t need you to know. I just need you to...” He’d already given you space. More space than you wanted. Everything had been so hard without him. You would have run yourself into your own grave, because that’s what you did instead of solving problems. You ran. How were you supposed to solve this?

“Whatever you need me to do, love, Y/N, I’ll do it.”

You couldn’t look at him. You traced shapes in the dirt. Subconsciously, your fingers carved an “N.” You slashed a line through it.

“I need you to be my friend,” you said. Looking up, you saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Did it shrink when you said that? Was it seconds away from dying out? “I need a friend right now. And I think you do too.”

Newt slowly nodded. “I’d love to be your friend, Y/N.”

For the first time in weeks, you smiled at Newt. The smile he returned was a little sad, a little glad, and very, very tired. The bags under his eyes had been growing for the past month.

“Minho told me a funny joke the other day.” You sank back against the wall, head tilted up.

Next to you, Newt was sitting the same way. “What was it?” he asked.

“Well, he told me he had a joke about construction, but he's still working on it."

A few seconds passed before Newt let out an amused huff. “That’s awful.”

“Yeah, Minho needs to work on his material.” Your lips twitched into a small grin, remembering the countless days spent running with your partner by your side. You refused to think of him without you, or you without him.

“Chuck pranked Gally again,” Newt said.

You laughed, Newt joining in a second later. It filled the air around you. “What’d he do this time?”

Newt launched into the tale of how Chuck, with an unassuming Thomas in tow, managed to scare Gally out of the bathroom.

When he finished, you brought up your favorite Minho story, one you’d never told Newt. It was one of your first days as a Runner, one of your first weeks in the Glade. Minho was cordial enough, if a little distant, especially once you started running.

Soon enough, though, it turned into a race. He couldn’t have you even a few feet ahead of him. “Which was a problem, really, because everyone knows I’m faster than him!”

You’d come back to the Glade sweaty and panting and with Minho’s respect. And more strained muscles than you could count.

Newt talked about Alby. He told you about the rare times Alby smiled, the even rarer times when he laughed. “He’s a good bloke. He’s got a lot of pressure on him.”

You stopped yourself from asking how much pressure Newt put on himself. The serious topics could hold off. For now, you were waiting for the sun to come up.

And, slowly, slowly, slowly, you saw the darkness beginning to creep away. Your conversation, filled with all of the events of the past month that you hadn't been able to share, drifted away as the cold fingers of anxiety crept up your stomach. Chuck joined the two of you, then Frypan, and soon your duo had turned into a group.

You rose as the sun peeked over the horizon. Offering a hand to Newt, you helped him up, then stood side by side and faced the doors.

The seconds ticked by slow as an eternity. Your hand never left Newt’s. Chuck lingered on your other side, shifting back and forth. Resting a hand on his shoulder, you kept him still as the Maze began to rumble.

You were so close to the Maze that the sound of stone scraping against stone was all you could hear. As the noise faded, your heartbeat grew louder. 

Dread. Dread so thick you could taste it. It sat heavy on your tongue, sour and rancid and acidic.

The doors opened fully. The corridor was empty.

Your heart twisted. You gritted your teeth, forced tears back into your body, swallowed. Newt squeezed your hand. You stared straight forward, not moving, not even breathing.

And then you saw a shoe round the corner.

You broke away from Newt and Chuck, calling to Minho and Thomas and Alby. The boys behind you took up the cry, but none were Runners, so you sprinted into the Maze alone.

Minho and Thomas were supporting Alby, whose feet seemed to scrape the floor instead of step.

Minho’s legs were visibly trembling. His face looked like it had aged years, worn from the exhaustion of a full day and night of running in the Maze. When you reached them, you gave Minho a light push and replaced him under Alby’s arm. Together, you and Thomas carried Alby to the door, Minho trudging along next to you. And although you were full of adrenaline and you were anxious and scared and overjoyed, your heart was beating normally again. A wave of calmness had settled over you once Minho was by your side.

Chuck’s voice was loudest as you exited the Maze. “Yeah!” he cheered, bouncing up and down, punching the air. 

You and Thomas laid Alby on the ground. His head lolled to the side, his body limp and unresponsive. 

“Where are Clint and Jeff?” You knelt by Alby, scanning the crowd. You stopped on Newt, who nodded and switched into leader mode, giving out orders to the surrounding boys. A few of them took off running.

All of your attention turned to Alby. Pressing your fingers to the side of his neck, you searched for a pulse. Nearby, you heard Thomas and Minho slump onto the grass.

Did they ever have a chance to rest? Were they on their feet the whole night? What did they see? 

What did they do?

The faint beating beneath your fingers gave you hope. Alby was alive. Barely. But alive.

Once more, Chuck’s voice rose above the rest. “Did you see a Griever?” Chuck looked too excited. Behind him, someone was rushing up to the group. The crowd parted. Red hair flashed in the sun.

Margaret dropped to her knees beside you, setting a canvas bag on the ground. Struck dumb, you watched motionless as she pulled up Alby's shirt. There, beneath the fabric, surrounded by darkened veins, was a puncture wound the size of your thumb, leaking bloody pus. Margaret moved as if she dealt with this every day. She pulled bandages and clean towels out of the bag, starting to clean the wound. 

The Griever sting.

“Yeah. I saw a Griever." Thomas sounded like he was in shock. He was breathless, from running or adrenaline or both.

“He didn’t just see it,” Minho said between pants. “He killed it.”

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aren’t supposed to be here (prologue) - newt

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word count: 299 (the second part will be longer)

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The box above you shuddered, the clanking metal making a loud groaning sound. Where were you? The box continued to move faster and faster, as you were pushed further into the floor. Suddenly the movement stopped abruptly, before the doors above you began to creak open slowly. A bright light blinded you, and you moved your hand to shield your eyes. Blinking to readjust, there were at least 50 boys staring down at you. “Another one?” one of the boys spoke, with a smirk on his face. One of the boys, with a larger stronger build jumped down. “Come on, get up” he spoke, voice rough. You blinked, not knowing if you should trust him or not. “Come on greenie! Get up we don’t have the time”. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, but complied. You didn't want to know what happened if he got any anger.

 He helped you out of the box, before waving two boys over. One had dark brown hair and the other was sandy blonde.  They were jogging over, before stopping before the boy who helped you out. “ I thought Teresa was the last one Gally” the brunette spoke. “That’s what the note said shuck face” Gally replied, “but do I look like the creators to you?”. The brunette shrugged, “Stop with your questions Thomas, I’m going to go back to building, which actually halves keep the glade safe” Gally glared at the brunette, before walking off. Creators? Glade? What were they talking about? “Well” , the blonde spoke, grabbing your attention to look at him, “You’ve met Gally, not exactly a warm welcome. We weren’t really expecting anyone else”. He stuck his hand out, and gave you a warm smile, “I’m Newt, Nice to meet you Greenie, and welcome to the glade”

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“Is this the last time I’m going to see your face?” ; Newt

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⤿ the death cure made me so sad especially that fuckin newt letter at the end oh my fuckin god my boyfriend was so shook that i cried

She typically trusted Thomas when it came to anything, and by anything, she means everything. She would give Thomas her undivided trust if it wasn’t a serious case of life and death for her boyfriend.

“Thomas, you have to go in there as fast as you can,” she emphasises exasperatedly. “Get the cure, get it to Newt, and then get out.”

Thomas nods to her unseemingly neverending demands, but as another person who cares so deeply for Newt, he can’t blame her for the paranoia she’s been feeling. When she first came out of the box, she’d only talked to Newt for an entire week. He knows she needed Newt as much as he did.

Behind her, Newt reaches out to tangle his fingers in her hair. “Love, don’t be like that,” he cooed, wrapping his arms around her from behind, “we’re going to do our best. I’ll live, you know? I always find a way.”

“Okay, yeah, but what if you don’t? Newt, I have come close way too many times to losing you. This is indefinite,” she frowned, turning away from Thomas to look at Newt. “You won’t let me come along, so can you really blame me for being pushy?”

Newt sighed. He’s come this far out of that torturous experiment only to find out he’s not immune, then get caught up with a crank. Just how lucky could he be? “(y/n), please just trust us. Plus, I’m not going to go yet. We can spend some quality time together.”

He definitely kept his end of the promise. Due to her screwed body clock, she’s always tend to sleep really late and get little to no sleep. He falls asleep after her, and wakes up before she does. He talks to her until she falls asleep, fingertips rubbing lovingly on her scalp to give her the comfort that she needs from him.

He’s going to find a way, and he’s going to come back to her safe so they can spend the rest of their life together.

Sooner or later, the day had come when Newt, Thomas, Minho and Gally are to go back inside. Deep down, she’s still angry at why this has to happen. Why does Newt need to go along? He needs to rest, but given his persistence, she knew there’s nothing much she could do.

“Love, I’ll be right back before you know it,” Newt muttered, thumbs carressing both of her cheeks. “Alive, and healthy. Then, we’ll spend the rest of our lives together! Like we have planned.”

She sighed, hooded eyes pleading him not to go. “Newt...”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, but-”

“Then trust me when I say I will come back in one piece for you,” he says sternly. 

The door opens slightly, Minho popping his head in to politely say that he needed Newt in a minute. Newt nods, waving him off as he turned his attention back to her.

She frowns as her hand comes up to place it over her hand, leaning into his touch. “I love you, okay?”

“And I love you,” he whispers back, placing his lips over hers. 

They didn’t drag on the kiss, but it definitely spoke volumes of passion and ‘I need you’ in the rush of it. Resting his forehead against hers, he lets out a deep breath. “I’ll come back for you, (y/n).”

“I’ll wait for you,” she whispered, tears slowly seeping out of her eyes as she feels him detach himself from her. Losing Newt would be just like losing a part of herself.

He’s just about to walk out the door when he feels a hand pull him back to where he was. Turning back to her, he raises his eyebrows and then slumped his shoulders when a tear rolls off her face.

“Is this the last time I’m going to see your face?”

“I will be back,” he muttered with such certainty in his voice that it almost put a stop to her doubts. “Before you even know it, love.”

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Never Fear (Newt Preference)

A/N - Helloooooo lovelies! Are you all ready for the Holiday weekend? Wishing you and your families the very best for this New Year! And to celebrate the Holiday season, I have a Newt Preference to share with you all and I hope you all enjoy it! This one was requested by the lovely 02273 

When He is Protective Over You

You rolled the revolver in your hands.

Once.

Twice.

Your fingers trembled against the hard metal which burned from the scorching heat of the barren wasteland you found yourself in. A few weeks ago, you were still in the Glade, struggling to hold yourself together for 3 years while fighting to stay alive within the maze. Yes, you were in the company of other Gladers but when you found out that you were the only girl sent up through the box, it sent shockwaves through your body and mind. Here you were thrown into the company of tall and brawny boys who you had absolutely no clue as to who they were and were forced to live with them until you managed to solve the maze. With each day the trepidation and burden grew heavier and heavier. You felt yourself shrinking. The pressure intensified in your heart. Until one day, someone offered their hand . . . and he happened to be the second-in-command, Newt.

“Y/N,” came a voice.

You jerked and nearly tossed the revolver over the ledge in the process. When you flipped your head around you saw the person whose memories just filled your mind walking towards you.

“You alright there love?” He asked in that silky, deep voice of his which made you grow weak in the knees. He slipped passed the round boulders and sat down beside you gently rubbing the top of your head. “You know I always find you.”

You smiled and shifted your eyes to the ground, anywhere to avoid letting him see the blanket of pink covering your cheeks.

“Why aren’t you eating with the others?”

“I can’t eat.”

“Nor sleep,” he muttered.

You caught a sudden movement in the brambles below. You instantly straightened.

“What is it?” He asked concerned.

“I thought I just . . . never mind.”

He chuckled. “You should try to keep your mind off things. You worry too much Y/N.”

“I can’t help it . . “ you muttered.

He offered a sympathetic smile, “I know . . its ok.” After a bit of silence he offered, “You know you always have us right? Have me? We got your back Y/N.”

You nodded.

“I know its a lot easier said than done but maybe you should try shifting your mind towards lighter things . . positive things. Why don’t you just hang with the Tommy and I sometimes, you know .. . well actually Tommy can be a bit reckless . . . umm scratch that . . . you could hang out with me - wait I mean not with me alone, unless you want to - no wait ummm I mean with me and the other settlement folk, you know? Get to know them a bit? You haven’t really talked to them.”

“I don’t really like crowds . . . or people.”

He laughed once again, a sound that was nothing but pure bliss ringing in your ears. “Yeah, I have noticed. If only I can get you some  of that herbal tea that you always  enjoyed making back in the glade.”

“I don’t think we can afford to have the things we like at this point.”

After sometime, you peeked upward to catch his eyes staring at you with intense curiosity.

“What’s up with you Y/N?”

“It’s nothing,” you muttered placing the revolver aside and fighting with your fingers, “It’s just -“

“Just what?”

“Just . . . this place.”

Newt sighed. “Come on Y/N, you know we are safe here.”

“We thought so to when we were in the glade.”

Newt looked up to the sky and ran his fingers through his hair. He let out a deep sigh which almost made you wish you had not said anything at all.

Out of all the members in the glade, he was the one who first approached you. Made you feel at home. It wasn’t long before he maneuvered his way dangerously close to your heart. But you couldn’t let that happen. Not when you lived in complete fear and he faced his life with confidence and strength he gained from the Gladers. Next to him, who were you? It wasn’t long before you realized that you and him . . . are impossible.

You stood up and prepared to leave. But you found yourself tugged by the waist, spun around and then crash into a sturdy chest. You peaked up to find doe-like eyes staring back at you.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” You asked, your voice merely a whisper.

“Run away from me,” he replied back gently placing a strand of hair behind your ears. He leaned forward until his lips were a few centimeters away from yours until rationality struck your mind abruptly.

“We can’t,” you gasped pulling away from his embrace only to be pulled back even closer, his lips softly grazing your own.

“You don’t mean that,” he replied huskily.

Of course you didn’t. But where would you two go after this? In midst of all this chaos with the greivers, cranks, WCKD, flare and finding a cure, your world was in absolute hell. It was all too overwhelming.

“YES I DO!!!” You screamed and pushed him away with a strength in your arms you didn’t even know you possessed.  

His face fell and almost instantly you could see the look of hurt on his face. A moment of silence passed between you two.

“Hmm,” he replied softly shifting his eyes away from you, “Didn’t know you felt that strongly.”

Damn it . . . you’ve got it all wrong.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to say those words. He ran his fingers through his hair awkwardly while backing away from you and entering back into the facility. You were left alone upon the cliff as the evening tapered down to reveal a soft sunset. You wished you could say it. You wished you could embrace him and tell him how much he means to you. You wished so strongly that you would be able to be by his side forever. But you could not put those dreams to action. Not when you were living in absolute fear.

You followed him back down to the settlement compound where the rest of the lone survivors had lived. After the dealing with the sweltering turmoils within the Scorch, you and the rest of the Gladers finally found some type refuge within the colony in Denver.

Despite being constantly told of how secure this facility is, your levels of paranoia would never cease to subside. It had actually gotten worse over the past few days when the Base Commanders and Leaders left the facility as part of their weekly routine to check in with the Right Arm. Defense levels were low that you felt so vulnerable. You had seen the horrors in the Scorch and how it had claimed the lives of your friends. How safe can this place truly be?

You quickly awoke from your recollections when you saw Newt being tugged away to the other Gladers by a blonde girl who was originally from the Base Colony. “Newt! Where were you? We were all waiting!”

You sighed. Deep down you felt your insecurities rising.

Michele.

You knew from the start she had her eyes on him even though he was completely oblivious to it. Despite his friendly nature with everyone, he shifted awkwardly in her grasp and glanced back at you. Your mind frantically raced trying to decide what to do that you eventually decided to shift your eyes to the plate of chicken and rice on the side table and began devouring it. When you looked up he was long gone.

Yeah . . . that was completely smooth.

Will things ever get back to normal?

A sudden earsplitting scream brought you out of your daze. Stunned, you placed the plate down and looked around to see the others as perplexed as you were.

“What was that?” Michele called

“I think it came from the tunnels,” someone replied.

Whispers escalated to the point where you couldn’t even hear yourself think. A scream came once more . . . this time you knew it was not a human cry. And that’s when you realized that you did see something in the bushes when you were with Newt earlier. There were signs before. You just didn’t act upon them. All this time you were being watched until they had the opportune moment to strike.

Cranks.

Fear shot through your veins in a lightening speed which made you so disoriented you nearly toppled to the ground. The entire group ran with immense panic from side to side, some trained militia men urging others to their posts while civilians sped gathered to their designated safe zones. But it was too late.

The earth began to quake from the thunderous parade of steps from the chambers below. The tall statures slowly earned cracks from the sudden shifts. There was clearly an army coming for the colony.

The tunnels exploded with screams once more that it earned shocks and panicking cries from everyone around you. You turned around to see your worst nightmare come true. A ghastly group of a disfigured humans with tattered clothing raced from the darkness, some of them looking completely animalistic and crouched on all fours, and others who could almost be mistaken for a human if it weren’t for those yellow eyes and ruptured skin.

Your vision slowly blurred until you could almost not recognize the people in front of you. Suddenly, you felt the world closing around you. It became smaller and smaller.

No . . . not now.

“Please,” you gasped as your breaths became short, crouching to the ground. A sharp pain struck though your head from the screams and cries which you could no longer differentiate. You held your head with your numb hands as tears filled your eyes as the suffocation became intolerable.  

“Y/N!” Came a cry. You recognized that voice but you were too overwhelmed to even look up. “Its ok,” the warm voice replied pulling you into an embrace.

“Newt, we should move to the alleys,” a girls voice replied and you felt yourself moving away from the crowds.

“Deep breaths,” the voice returned, “its ok.”

You felt the commotion decrease and the steady rise and fall of his chest. Accompanied by his heartbeat, you breaths started to follow to the same pace. A rush of oxygen cleared your senses and you felt yourself regaining control of your mind at last. Though slightly disoriented, you managed to stand back up.

“Newt,” you whispered.

“Are you ok?” He asked, cupping your face in his hands.

You managed a small nod and he embraced you tightly like never before. “No one knew where you were. I thought I lost you.”

You smiled. “But you always find me.”

He pulled away giving you a sweet smile and pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Come on, we need to get to the others.”

Michele peaked from the side corners and signaled that it was ok to leave.

“We need to get to Tommy and the others. I have no idea how - “

“We were being watched,”  you quickly replied.

“What?”

“They were observing us,” you said, “Learning our every move. They realized our schedule. When the leaders would leave and they took that moment to their advantage.”

“They are getting better,” Michele stated, “I mean we once thought they were mindless drones but they still seem to have the capability to learn from maybe the remnants of the intact human brains.”

“We have to get to the others. Fast,” Newt replied.

A scream howled from above. You glanced up in shock and realized two cranks were crouched on the walls above peering down on the three of you. They both jumped down to the alley until they had you all cornered on both sides. Newt’s grip on your hands grew tighter.

Michele’s revolver was up on one end while Newt had his eye on the other. They steadily approached you two and in one quick second, they lurched forward with no warning. The sudden jolt confused both of you when one landed right on top of Newt.

“Newt,” Michele screamed when the other crank grabbed her by the throat hoisting her up against the wall.

“Run Y/N,” Newt exclaimed, struggling to shove the Crank off of him.

But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. While all the thoughts of WCKD, Scorch Trials, Cranks had scared you to death, you knew your biggest fear would be losing Newt and you absolutely cannot let that happen.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled your own revolver from your jacket pocket and aimed at the Crank holding Newt. Struggling to gain the perfect shot, you pulled the trigger back slightly when you felt a strong tug on your back. You were then flung to the other side of the alley landing on top of Michele who was now on the ground unconscious. You pushed yourself upward despite earning a few gashes and scrapes on your arms and legs.

“No, Michele!” You cried out, trying to wake her up, “Please get up!”

You glanced forward and noticed the two Cranks above Newt. You didn’t have to think twice.

You stood up and pulled the trigger.

A shot fired through the back of one Crank which howled with pain and staggered to the ground. The other managed to look at you with curiosity when it suddenly lost interest in its target and moved to focus on you.

You froze.

This one was larger than the other and definitely a lot stronger. Taking several long strides it came closer and you began to fire at will. 3 bullets fired and it still showed no signs of stopping. Stunned, you realized you had emptied all the bullets of your gun and staggered backward looking for the exit.

Until a large shot echoed through the alley and you found the Crank drop to his knees and fall face down to the ground. Behind him you saw Newt lower his hand gun.

A soft sigh escaped your lips. Newt ran towards you and helped examine Michele. “I think she is ok, she is still breathing.”

A flash of light came at your direction urging the both of you to shield your eyes.

“Anyone there?” A loud voice rang.

Looking up you saw a member of the Right Arm running towards you two.

“You kids ok?”

You both nodded and the man quickly helped Michele up. “Alright, we have a chopper ready for transport. We need to leave this place right now. Its completely overrun.”

You reached forward and Newt automatically found your hand. Together, you both ran forward.

1 Week Later . . .

It wasn’t long before you found your new home. This location was more of an indoor facility than the previous, which made you feel slightly at ease. Nevertheless, the crowds was something you just had to get accustomed to. Especially during the early lines for Breakfast. They were torture.

It soon became easier when Newt started to grab a tray for you, so you could avoid the lines. Made you sit with the Gladers so you were more comfortable. Ever so often, he would ask you to go for some walks around the compound, which you happily agreed to.

“You know, I never told you this love, but that was very brave of you to do back there,” he said suddenly.

“Where?”

“Back when we were in Denver.”

“Ah . . I don’t know what came over me.”

He titled his head slightly as if trying to decipher your words.

“I was just worried that I might lose you,” you stated honestly, “If that happened, I don’t think I will be able to handle it. Probably would be worse than anything else . . “

He smiled and placed something in your hand.

Opening your fingers you noticed it was a canister filled with herbs with a fresh, sweet and floral aroma. You smiled.

“Tea,” he said softly, “Had to win some races with the boys for that.”

“But you don’t like to run.”

“Yeah . . . it was worth it, I got to see you smile.”

A blush crept up your cheeks.

He walked forward and gently tilted your chin upward to meet his eyes. “You have no idea how precious you are to me,” he said softly and captured your lips with his own. A warm sensation enveloped you and you felt yourself melting into his embrace. He brought your waist closer to his own until there was no space between you two. When the two of you finally pulled back for air, he rested his forehead on yours and pecked your lips sweetly.

“I wanted to do that for the longest time.”

[itscaptaingally]

600!!

Holy shit!! This crap blog just hit 600 followers?? Pinch me, for real. I started this blog to write all my weird fantasies on and now i've got more followers than on my instagram. I can't believe this, thank you all so much! I love you all individually!!

(Also i will answer more ships soon but i'm very busy rn so i'm sorry!)

[dontbethatshank]

The Cute One, With The Limp

Request: This isn’t word for word but essentially I got a request about the reader being married to Newt and they all make it to Paradise and the girls are all hanging out with the reader. While doing this they begin to spy on Newt discussing how cute he is and calling dibs and one is about to go talk to him and he comes up and kisses the reader. Lots of fluff was specified so get ready for the fluff ride of your lives!!!

Finally. Finally, finally, finally! You had made it. After so many years of broken promises and shattered dreams, you saw it; Paradise. it was a promise for a better life and a happier tomorrow. You entered it with Newt, your husband, and surrounded by your friends.

Having spent the past two years of your life entrapped in a maze makes it seem like marriage was impossible. But on the contrary. You and Newt ‘got married’ after being together a year. He used broken twigs and twine and created to wedding bands. He still takes yours and finds small flowers to put into it, which you love. And the ‘officiator’ was Alby and your ‘maid of honor’ was Gally, who wanted to smack you for calling him such but smiled with happiness as he watched you kiss Newt.

In reality, the ‘wedding’ wasn’t a wedding. it was a promise and the ceremony was more for happiness and a da for everyone in the Glade to be happy. Yes, you still claimed him as your husband and he claimed you as his wife, but you both knew it wasn’t exactly a true statement. But every day he would tell you that if he could he would sign a paper and promise his life away if it meant he got to marry you and truly be “bound”. But you were both content. You loved the small band resting on your finger made of twine and twigs. Newt’s own band was made of small rocks and string, bits of thin metal also wound into it. It was your promise to one another, and that’s all that mattered.

As you entered paradise, you came to a city full of people, all doing their own jobs and their own activities, all just working together to make a functioning system. It was basically the Glade.. except free. When you all came in, you were all quickly pulled off - you were taken with some of the other girls while the boys were whisked away other places. You were all given clothes, food, and a nice place to shower and scrub yourselves clean. It was nice. It was relaxing. It was promising, you thought.

As all these things proceeded, even your group with the girls dispersed, Brenda was whisked off by someone else who was showing her the “most amazing blade I have ever seen, you have to show me how you carved a handle so smoothly like that”, and Sonya was shown where to shower next, and everyone was essentially taken to their on spots within the small, open room where the girls introduced themselves.

“So... what was it like?” one girl asked, long, thick red hair and bright blue eyes adorned her tanned skin. She was beautiful, fit, and seemed to have wild blood coursing through her. While raising your eyebrows, you tilted your head in response to her. What was what like, you wondered, already feeling like an outsider. “What was it like living with only a group of boys? I bet it got tiring, I mean sure, it was also pretty fun at times being the only girl, but like... so many guys, uh...” another girl piped up, her face becoming a grimace as she shuttered towards the end, the others around you bursting into laughter.

It was true, it was hard being around boys. The didn’t understand privacy all that well none of them had seemed to ever know that you could simply sew up a hole in a shirt instead of ripping it apart and throwing it away, they seemed to forget their clothes everywhere and even forgot to wear clothes half the time. It was honestly tiring at times and you sometimes wanted to strangle a few of them, but you loved your boys. They were your brothers, sons, best friends - everything. you would have killed to save them all... you would have done anything to protect them.

With a shake of the head and a smile, you looked back at the girls, laughing at the girl with the two long brown braids in her hair who was still grimacing at the thought. “it was... odd. I mean, none of them knew what the hell a bra was until I did everything but give a demonstration. Asking for tampons as like asking if I could keep a Griever as a shucking pet. It was so exhausting, but.. I loved it.They were nice and I adored them, some more than others,” you muttered as an afterthought, and the girls grinned. You all were still teenagers and you all still enjoyed gossip and you all still enjoyed boy talk (and for some girl talk, and that could get hilarious you soon learned).

“Hey, isn’t he from your group? He’s really cute...” the red headed girl suddenly asked, her eyes turning towards Newt as she jut out her chin in his direction her teeth catching her bottom lip as she did so. You laughed, about to explain just how special ‘that guy’ was, but then it continued - and boy, did you love it. “Who?!” asked another girl, her head swiveling around, trying to eye the boy. “The one with the limp and the sex God hair, Jessie,” the red head laughed at her friend. “Oh Woah, yeah, you’re right Maria, he is hot, woah,” the girl, Jessie, replied. And soon, a group of about 10 girls were ogling Newt as he talked with the boys, his hand rubbing at his hair and drying it of the water. His laugh was heard even from the four or five-yard distance and the girls swooned even more.

“He’s got really nice arms,” one girl mumbled, another commenting on his lips, a few agreeing that his voice was definitely a fan favorite. And you stood there, giggling. “Oh yea, he’s got amazing arms - really strong,” you commented, nodding as if affirming it as a fact. Your mind wandered to every time he crawled into bed with you, his arms finding their way around your waist as he peppered your neck and collar bones with light touches of his lips as you shoved at his shoulders, telling him to get away. But his arms only tightened, as his laughter left along with the small contact. He loved to make you laugh.

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Maria said, a devious glint to her eyes as her fingers gently raked her hair, the loose, messy bunch of curls that stacked up on her head and dwn her back flew around and danced as she moved them, the other girls groaning or cheering her on. “I called dibs,” another girl, Kamira if you remember correctly, mumbled out, huffing softly. But Maria grinned, fixing her shirt just a bit as she shrugged, continuing to say that she was going to do it. That she was going to ask him to sit with her at dinner and to maybe show him around the plae that night. All the while you stood back, biting your cheek, laughing just a bit.

As this continued and as Maria finalyl decided it was time to go and talk to the “cute boy with the limp” she turned around and you all saw him already coming over, limp and all. With a wicked grin you watched as a couple girls encouraged Maria, saying that he couldn’t turn down a beautiful girl like her. And you might of felt a bit bad that her hopes were about to be crushed... but you could’t stop internally laughing long enough to explaina nd part of you wanted to show them that yes, you were in fact with that cute British boy from group A, and yes, you knew he was cute as hell. Another part of youw as jealous at the fact that Newt had options now - and Maria was one of them, her beautiful bright red hair and her deep dimples and her lithe body that seemed to be built for dancing or sports. Part of you wanted to see newt only come to you when he had his options - and he did.

newt walked up, a poliet smile on his lips. “Hello!” Maria chirped, a small wave following as a couple others greeted him. He laughed and greeted them all back, a wave coming from his right hand as he continued to talk. Walking past a couple f girls and to the side, he walked up to you, his hand softly grabbing yours and slipping off your ring. “I found some of those tiny purple flowers you always loved in the Glade,” he mumbled, slipping in and tying three small purple flowers around the ring he had made for you all those months before. “Thank you Newt,” you smiled back gently, the thoughts of jealousy and hilrity pushed from mind as your hand tangled with his and he leaned towards you, pressing his lips to your forehead and then one kiss to your nose.

“Gotta keep this wedding band pretty right? Can’t have any of those shanks forgetting, or any of these new ones not noticing,” he smiled, a wicked grin placed on his pink lips as he raised your hand up to those lips, kissing the ring he had just mentioned. “I doubt anyone would forget or anyone would even attempt so,” you rolled your eyes at him, smirking as he egan to laugh. “Oh!” you exclaimed, remembering how Maria was going to offer to shwo Newt arond that night,” Newt, this is Maria, Amira, Helen, and Jessie. They have been very welcoming since we got here. Maria wanted to show you around the city tonight.” Maria blushed as she looked down, her eyes already looking like they were practicing a sorry speech to you afterwards. “That sounds lovely,” grinned Newt. “A beautiful girl to show me around a beautiful city! I’m sure the others would love to look around to and get a feel for the place,” Newt hummed, smiling warmly at Maria. “Oh yea! Definetely! I- we, we would love to. The girls and I would love to show you around,” Maria quipped, a lopside, toothy grin shone on her face, her dimples peeking out as she did so.

“Great! Now, if you’ll excuse us...” Newt smiled at all the others, before gabbing your wrist and pulling you along. His eyes glanced back at where he was with the others, several new faces accompanying them as they all glanced over and watched yout wo. Newt pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and an arm slithered to hold your waist. he began to talk about everyone he had met and how they all got these “amazingly clean” new clothes and how they were given the “most bloody amazing pot roast” since the boys kept complaining of hunger.

And you didn’t notice that Newt continuously held your waist and pushed the hair from your eyes, or how he always peeked to the side after kissing you o look at a few guys who still lingered near where he came from. And Newt didn’t see you glance behind you at the girls as  you moved to hold his hand, or how you bit your lip and gave side eyes to the Maria as he kissed your ring again.

And neither of you realized that the girls were eyeing Nwt and the guys were eyeing you because both of you got jealous and both of you needed to remind yourselves and prove to the others around you that, in fact, Newt was yours and you were his, and no beautiful aria or dashing Mark were going to change your minds about it. 

But everyone noticed the rings - and everyone noticed the three small purple clowers that wer now intetwined within the tightly bundeled twigs and string around your finger.

[trytoimaginemazerunner]

Hey. I just had a terrible day at work. I got accused of doing something I didn't do and was then threatened with termination. I've been there for three years and have never done anything wrong before. So how would Newt, Minho, and Gally react if this happened to their s/o?

I’m so sorry that this happened to you, and I’m so so sorry that I didn’t get to this sooner. I hope that work goes better for you!

Newt-Newt was shocked when he heard. How could they treat an employee that had a spotless record so horribly? But Newt being the wonderful person he is, wanted to make it all better. He would try many things, such as cooking your favorite foods and having a bath ready for you when you got home. He would spend the rest of the night doing whatever you wanted to do.

Minho-Minho was upset, he was upset because you were upset. All he wanted to do was see that beautiful smile. He tried jokes, he tried funny movies, he tried anything remotely funny just to make you laugh. He would take you out to dinner, then to an arcade or bowling alley. While bowling, he would say that he “let you win”, but really you just kicked his ass.

Gally-To say Gally was angry would be an understatement. He was furious, he was enraged. But no matter how angry he was, you needed him. You needed him to back you up, you needed him to tell you that it was going to be okay, and that this would all blow over, and that your boss would realize their mistake. So in hopes of making you feel better, he would take you to dinner, then back home for some movies and cuddling. And a little more if you were interested ;)

[imobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

The Maze Runner Preference: Tour

Tag List: @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester, @trumpetsaretheworst, @outsidersimagines57, @lucifer-in-leather, @nea90sweetie

Thomas-  (Y/n) felt a weight on her back and looked back to see a boy with dark hair sitting on top of her. He stood up and pulled her up as well. She stepped away from the boy who looked worried.  "I'm Thomas... What's your name? If you remember" "(Y/n)" "Its nice to meet you (Y/n). Welcome to the Glade" "Umm... Thomas, what's in there?" "That's the maze. Don't ever go in there. Its very very dangerous" "Okay..." "Would you like me to show you around?" "Yes please..." Thomas and (Y/n) walked around the Glade talking. (Y/n) learned a lot about Thomas. He was caring and brave. She admired his strength even with the current situation. Thomas spoke about his friends, Newt, Chuck, and Minho. He also talked about Alby. To (Y/n) it seemed like Thomas thought highly of Alby, but everyone probably did considering he was the leader.  "Thomas?" "Yeah?" "Um... Where am I going to sleep?" "I guess near me and Chuck" "Okay" (Y/n) and Thomas walked around some more. They enjoyed each other's company. When it was time they got dinner together. They sat with Chuck, Newt, and Minho. (Y/n) became friends with them quickly. Thomas knew then that (Y/n) was going to be special.

Minho- When (Y/n) realized what happened, she was on her back. She realized that who ever had tackled her had come from inside the gap in the wall she was running towards. The weight lifted off of her and (Y/n) was able to breath again. She saw the boy named Newt jog over. He was slow because of a limp he had. "Hey Minho, back from the maze?" "Yeah, is this the greenie?" "Yup" "What's your name?" "(Y/n)" "Why were you going into the maze?" "I felt overwhelmed by how many people were crowding me over there so I thought if I went in there I wouldn't get bothered." "You wouldn't get bothered... But you can't go in there..." "Why?" "It is very dangerous" "Oh" (Y/n) didn't ask any more questions thinking she would annoy the boy. She looked down feeling all her emotions crash down on her. She started shaking, but successfully held back the tears. She felt a hand on her shoulder but didn't look up. She didn't want either of the two boys to see her on the verge of tears. A hand gently tilted her face up. She was face to face with the boy named Minho as Newt called him. She averted her eyes and looked everywhere but at him. "You can cry if you want. It won't make either of us think any less of you. Its okay to cry" "Its not okay... I'll get over it soon" Minho and Newt just stared at (Y/n). Minho let go of (Y/n)'s chin. He looked at the girl in front of him with curious eyes. She was a very beautiful girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. The more Minho looked at her the more intrigued he became. He decided he wanted to spend some more time with her to figure out who she was. "I'll give you the tour if you want" "O-okay" (Y/n) hated how she stuttered. She didn't want to seem weak in his eyes. Minho thought that her stuttering was cute. It didn't quite match how strong she was on the inside but it showed that she was afraid. That was a start on getting to know her. They walked around and talked about the jobs. Minho explained every job and described how he was a runner and what he did. The whole time Minho talked (Y/n) just listened quietly and asking questions when she had them. Minho seemed quite happy to be around her and didn't seem like he was going to get annoyed with her. So she asked the question that had been on her mind, "Minho?" "Yeah?" "Where am I going to sleep? Do I have to sleep out here by all of these guys?" "I'm not sure where you are going to sleep... We can go ask Alby, I don't think that he will want you to sleep out here with all these guys... He will probably want you protected" "Oh... Can we go ask him?" "Sure" Minho and (Y/n) walked around trying to find Alby. When they found him Minho immediately asked, "Um... Alby, where is (Y/n) going to sleep? I don't think it is a good idea if she sleeps out here with all of the other guys..." "I don't think it is a good idea either... Well... I guess it would be okay if she had a protector... I don't know who would want to do that and it would have to be somebody who wouldn't be inappropriate with her" "I'll do it Alby" "I don't think that is a good idea Minho... You are in the maze all day... Maybe Newt would be a better choice" "I can stay with her at night and he can watch her while I'm in the maze, I think she trusts Newt... Do you (Y/n)?" "I don't know... I don't know him very well... Do you trust him Minho?" "Yes" "Then I guess I can trust him as well" "Okay" "Then its decided, Minho you take care of her after you get back from the maze and Newt will take care of her while you are in the maze" "Okay..." "(Y/n) did you have a question?" "No... I was just thinking you should probably tell Newt about it" "I will" Minho and (Y/n) got their dinner and sat with their backs against a tree stump. They ate in a comfortable silence and watched the others mess around with each other. The doors started to close. (Y/n) whimpered. Minho had explained that the maze doors would close but she didn't expect it to be that loud. Minho heard her whimper and put an arm around her shoulder trying to calm her down. She calmed down quickly and Minho removed his arm form her shoulders. They continued eating.  After they finished (Y/n) looked at Minho. "Um... Where am I going to sleep?" "Well... I can set up a hammock next to mine so that I can keep an eye on you" "Okay..." "Come on, I'll show you where it is" "Okay" They walked over to Minho's hammock. (Y/n) looked at him. Minho smiled and started setting up (Y/n)'s hammock. When he had it set up he laid down on it to make sure it wouldn't fall when (Y/n) was on it. Nothing bad happened so Minho got up and motioned for (Y/n) to lie down. She laid down on the hammock and smiled at Minho. "Thank you" "No problem. You should get some sleep. After all it was a very overwhelming day for you" "Yeah... Good night Minho" "Good night (Y/n)" (Y/n) closed her eyes and was asleep within seconds. Minho smiled at the girl in front of him. He knew that it was going to be entertaining keeping an eye on her. 

Gally- (Y/n) hit the ground hard. All of the air in her body was knocked out. She felt a weight on her. Whoever it was, was very heavy and (Y/n) was having an even harder time breathing. She started to panic. "Please get off of me!!" She didn't try to keep the panic and desperation out of her voice. "Oh, sorry" The weight was removed and the boy pulled her up. (Y/n) got her breathing under control.They boy was looking at her, concern laced his features. (Y/n) started shaking like a leaf. She was trying to hold back her tears. "Its okay, you can let it out" (Y/n) broke down and started crying. The boy stood there with a strange look on his face. He had no idea how to help in the situation. He had never dealt with a girl before. He had no idea how to calm her down. He just held his arms out to her. She walked into them and laid her head on his chest. He rubbed her back soothingly. He felt her tears soaking his shirt. He felt bad for the poor girl, she was in a totally new place, and she probably couldn't remember anything. She was lucky to even remember her name at this point. He had heard her say it when she was in the box. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair and beautiful (e/c) eyes. He kept trying to calm the small girl in his arms down. He was a little awkward about it but he guessed that it was helping because her sobs were slowing down and her shaking had almost stopped. When she had finished crying she pulled out of his arms and looked at him. He felt the need to introduce himself so he did. "I'm Gally" "(Y/n)" "Sorry bout that, I can't let you go in there." "Why not?" "Its very dangerous in there" (Y/n) didn't question it anymore. She saw the rest of the boys running over. She whimpered and scooted away from them. Gally noticed and stepped in front of her in a protective manner. Then he yelled out to the other boys. "Don't come any closer!" They all jerked to a stop. (Y/n) noticed that they all seemed afraid of Gally. She wondered why. But at the same time she figured that she would find out soon why everyone was afraid of him. Gally also seemed like he was in a somewhat higher position. Like he was a leader of sorts. The boys looked at Gally confused. "The reason she ran is because she felt boxed in by you! You need to give her some space! She just got here for goodness sake!" All of the boys looked at Gally then nodded and started to walk away. (Y/n) heard one boy say, "I think Gally is going soft" She chuckled at that. Gally turned to her and smiled. "I guess that I'm in charge of showing you around." "Okay. Thanks" Gally and (Y/n) were walking around the Glade. Gally was explaining to (Y/n) how everything worked in the Glade. Who did what job, what the jobs were, so on and so fourth. By the end of the day (Y/n) had a grasp on what  was going on and how everything worked. But when the doors started closing for the night (Y/n) still was startled. She didn't think that they were going to be that loud. Gally seemed to notice and put his arm around her in attempt to calm her down. She looked at him and smiled. Gally smiled back, he realized that he was going soft. What was this girl doing to him?

Newt-  (Y/n) looked up to see the boy who helped her out of the box straddling her. He got up quickly and held out his hand for her to take. She looked at his hand before taking it. He studied her, she had (h/l) (h/c) hair and beautiful (e/c) eyes. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. (Not to mention the only one that he could remember anyway). She looked at him as well. She noticed that he was very cute. (Y/n) looked down as her emotions crashed down on her. She sunk to her knees and put her hands up to cover her face. Newt looked down at the girl who was now crying and knelt down and pulled her into a hug. He felt her move her hands to grab his shirt. He was rubbing her back and whispering in her ear. Her tears were soaking his shirt but he didn't care. (Y/n)'s sobs died down. She looked up at Newt. "Thanks... Sorry I've caused you trouble haven't I?" "Its okay"  Newt pulled (Y/n) up and he guided her back by Alby and Gally. They cast concerned glances at Newt but he paid them no attention. He just waited for them to talk to (Y/n). Instead he was instructed to explain the current situation and show her around. "Newt since you have bonded with (Y/n) a little bit, why don't you take her around the Glade" "Okay. (Y/n) come with me" (Y/n) started to follow Newt. She saw him limping. She wondered if he had done something to it while he was chasing her. If that was the case (Y/n) felt guilty for it. Newt showed (Y/n) around the Glade, explaining the jobs. He also told her what he did and who the leaders were. Newt saw that (Y/n) had become more comfortable, and started telling her about the maze. She took the news pretty well. She didn't freak out like some of the other guys that had come up in the box. (Y/n) was stronger than some of the boys, maybe not physically but mentally. She wondered where she was going to sleep. She hoped that she wouldn't have to sleep near all of the other guys in the Glade. She wasn't quite comfortable with anyone other than Newt. She figured Alby was somebody she could trust according to Newt, she thought she could trust Newt's judgement. "Hey Newt?" "Yes?" "Um... Where am I going to sleep?" "Well... If you are comfortable with it you could sleep near me so that nobody tries anything funny" "Okay. That would be great if its okay with you" "Its perfectly fine with me" "Okay. Thank you" "Its no problem" Newt and (Y/n) went to go eat dinner. Newt introduced (Y/n) to Thomas, Minho, and Chuck. (Y/n) and Chuck became friends quickly. They had the same friendly personality. Thomas and Minho were both shocked to see that the greenie was a girl but accepted it quickly. (Y/n) knew that she would be okay at the Glade.