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running out of time - newt

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I actually started this fic back in 2018 when the movie came out but I never got around to finish it lol. But here it is, finally :)

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“Come on, Newt.” you cried out as you struggled to carry your best friend’s body on top of the burning building. Your limbs were shaking, and you kept stumbling on your own feet as you tried to keep him up.

Newt was loosing himself to the virus and it was getting harder for him to stay conscious. You could feel him try to push you away but you tightened your grip on him as much as you could, knowing that every second was precious. You had to save him, like he had saved you multiple times before. You had to keep going and make him live the life he deserved to live.

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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.

Imagine: Newt - Grossly In Love

Word Count: 509

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

could you make a imagine where y/n and newt are in the hammock taking a cheesy chat? from thomas POV and he left because it's so cheesy. ill be really glad if you can do that. Sorry for my english - Anon

My peaceful sleep came to an abrupt end, when someone laughing startled me awake.

“Newt!” 

It was Y/N. Her high pitched flirty giggle was all it took for me to realize they had laid down in the hammock three or four over from me. 

Her laughing drowned out, and the sound of them moving around and getting comfortable was all to be heard. 

“Newt,” Y/N questioned. 

“Yeah?” His accent rung back.

“Will you still be with me when we get out of the maze? If we do?” 

I felt like groaning. Why the hell was I still in here? If it weren’t for my aching body, and my want for relaxation, I would have left as soon as the couple came in. 

“Of course I will, I wouldn’t dream of not being with you.” He replied. “And we will get out,” 

“Sometimes I don’t think so...” Y/N said, a little quieter.

“I used to think the same way. But then Thomas came... And then you.” 

My ears perked up at the mention on my name, and I awaited what he was to say next. 

“For some reason, Thomas gives me real hope. He’s smart, and I think he might find the way out.” 

“I hope so.” Y/N said, fidgeting a little. 

“You give me hope too,” Newt began to speak, and once again, I felt like groaning. This was going to get real cheesy, real fast. 

“I have a reason to try now... Before I didn’t. I used to think I didn’t have a reason to live, but now, I do. You are my reason. I want to stay alive for you, and I want to find a way out for you.” 

Y/N didn’t reply, but I could almost feel her smile. This conversation, while making me feel super uncomfortable, also made me wish I had a significant other. They were so happy together, and I wanted someone to feel that way with. 

“I love you, baby.” Newt cooed.

“Mm, I love you too.” Y/N replied. 

They were quiet for a couple minutes, so I closed my eyes again, and sighed, thinking they had fallen asleep, but then, Y/N abruptly asked, “Have you thought about having kids?”

My eyes shot open, and Newt laughed. “I’ve thought about it...” He trailed off. “But I’ve thought about the process more...” Then I heard the sound of small moans, and lips locking together. 

I silently winced. 

“Newt! No!” Y/N scolded. “What if there’s someone in here? Let go of my shirt!” 

Then I shook my head rapidly. “Oh no.” I thought to myself. 

“There’s no one in here!” Newt reassured her, laughing. 

Then I decided to pipe up. “There’s someone in here.” 

I heard a small gasp from Y/N and then Newt swore under his breath.

“And I’m leaving,” I continued, getting up. “You guys are grossly in love, and it’s sickening.” 

Imagine: Thomas Brodie-Sangster - Necklace

Word Count: 1215

Smut: Yes | No 

Requested: Yes | No

Inspired by the silver necklace that Thomas always wears.

“Tom?” You called. You listened for his response but it never came. He was mad. Beyond mad. You bit your lip, and wiped the tears from your cheeks, getting off the bed of your room, and walking over to the open balcony door.

There he was. Beautiful as ever, elbows resting on the railing, pants slung low on his hips, no shirt on. “Thomas, please listen to me.” You begged, more tears threatening to fall.  

He banged his hands against the rail. “What is there…” He whispered, trying to contain his anger. “To fucking listen to?!” And it all boiled over. “You cheated!" He yelled. “You were drunk! I was gone! And you cheated!”

That was it. The tears. More after more, after more. They didn’t stop. A choking sound escaped your mouth and your hand immediately covered it. “I’m so sorry,” You said, and then walked back into your room. 

Was this the seventh? Eighth? Maybe even the ninth? You didn’t know. And you didn’t care.  You just wanted to numb the emptiness. Make the hole in your heart full. 

You smiled as the shot of moonshine burned in your throat, you winced a little, and then smiled again, making your way to the dance floor. You wedged yourself in between numerous bodies, and then began to move just as they did. 

Most things were blurry. You could hear the music, but couldn’t really make out what it was. You could barely walk, your feet not really able to move your body the way they usually did. You could barely talk. Your vocal cords slurred the words that wanted so badly to be heard. Really heard. 

You just let it go though. You didn’t care that you couldn’t see, that you couldn’t understand. You didn’t care that your judgment was clouded, or that you could barely walk. You didn’t care that you could barley talk. You really didn’t care. 

Hands made their way around your waist, and although you shouldn’t have, you let them. You just wanted someone’s hands there again. Actually no, that was a lie, you wanted Thomas’ hands there again. But he wasn’t there. He was off somewhere, of course, you couldn’t quite remember where though. He’d be back soon, but you were lonely now, and you wanted him now. 

These hands though… They felt familiar. They felt like his… They felt like Thomas’. Maybe that’s why you welcomed them.

You turned in the mans arms. He was tall. Like Thomas. He was blonde. Like Thomas. He was skinny, but muscular, like Thomas. 

It couldn’t be him… Could it? Thomas was gone. This had to be someone else. But none the less, you kept dancing with him.

You stood on your tiptoes, and leaned in. Wanting to feel close to someone. And that was when you saw it. That silver chain, wrapped around his neck. 

Thomas. Thomas had that same silver chain. It was him. 

“Thomas!” You cried, flinging yourself on him. 

“What?” The guy mumbled back, but you barely heard him. 

“I missed you.” You said into his neck. You felt the coldness of the necklace on your lips, and you smiled. It was him. 

You leaned up to kiss him, and although he was surprised, he kissed you back. It was odd. It didn’t feel quite the same. But it was him. 

From there, you remember nothing. You just know, the pounding headache that woke you, woke you in someone else’s bed. You thought Thomas, but no, it wasn’t him. Defiantly not. 

You didn’t recognize the room you were in, nor the man you were in the bed with. You only remembered spending the night with Thomas, and although the guy you were with somewhat resembled him, it was not him. 

You gasped in horror, and shuffled out of the bed, taking the sheet with you to cover your naked body. 

The man in the bed stirred a little, but didn’t wake, and you took that time to find the dress you wore last night. You gathered the rest of your belongings, and rushed out the doors. 

After leaving the building, you didn’t recognize the area you were in, so you waited for a half hour for a cab to come and get you. 

You told the taxi driver your address, yours and Thomas’ address, and then sat the rest of the car ride with your head in your hands, and your eyes closed, trying to stop your pounding headache. 

How could you have done this? How could you have cheated on your boyfriend? Drunkenness was no excuse. You had so many alcoholic beverages that you couldn’t remember the events of last night. You just remember feeling lonely. But that was no excuse either. 

You should have just called Thomas or something. Anything to have changed your mind, or stopped you from doing this. But it was too late now. 

You got home, and stepped into the shower immediately after taking your grimy clothes off, and let the hot water pour over your skin. 

And you did it again. You didn’t know what to do anymore, so you went to your shower.  You felt weak as you turned on the tap, and rid yourself of your clothes. After your shorts, and your cardigan came off, you stepped in, not having the energy to take off your white tank top, or your under garments. 

You felt physically sick. The amount of guilt piling up in your chest was unbearable. So unbearable, you started to cry. You cried for the ten billionth time that week. 

As you applied the mascara to your eyelashes, you thought about the next few hours again. What would Thomas say or do when you told him what you did? How would he react? Would he leave you? The thought absolutely terrified you, but it wasn’t unrealistic.  

You had spent all day getting ready for Thomas’ arrival. You had showered earlier in the day, you curled your hair to perfection, did your makeup, and even picked out a nice outfit. 

As you looked yourself over in the mirror, you couldn’t help but frown a little. This might go to waste. You had applied a tan shadow to your eyes to make them look a little deeper, you spent hours curling your hair, you wore a tight, white, boat-neck crop top with high waisted shorts, and a navy cardigan over top, and also, your converse. Thomas loved these shoes on you. But… It might all go to waste. 

Thats when you had heard the door slam shut, and although you knew what was to happen in the future, you couldn’t stop the smile on your face when Thomas walked into your house. 

You nearly attacked him when he was near enough. You hugged him tight, and his hands snaked around your waist. “Tom, I need to tell you something,” You had whispered. 

“Y/N,” He moaned, breathing in your scent, “I missed you so much.”

You smiled and looked at him. “I missed you too,” 

Then, his lips were on yours. It all happened so fast, and it all felt so good. You were now laid on the bed, Thomas hovering over top of you, his shirt off his body. His hands roamed up your legs, and that was when you finally had the courage to stop him. 

“Tom, I need to tell you something.”

More choking sounds escaped your mouth as you tried to drown away all your sorrows. You just sat in the shower, body racking sobs etching through out the room. 

“Y/N.” 

You looked up at Thomas who was staring back at you, an unreadable look on his face. 

“I’m so, so sorry,” Was all you could say through the tears. 

Thomas sighed and surprisingly got into the shower with you, leaving his jeans on. He climbed in behind you, and took you undeservingly in his arms. Your sobs eased a bit at this, and you clutched onto his arms. 

You turned towards him, and rested your head in the crook of his neck. And then you really saw it. The necklace. You reached up to touch it with your finger, and Thomas flinched. 

“I’m still mad at you,” He said stubbornly.

“Rightfully so,” You replied. 

Silence overtook the room. All that was heard was the sound of the water hitting the floor. 

“I thought he was you,” You tell him honestly. “That doesn’t make it alright though. I know.” 

Silence. 

“I’m so sorry, Tom. I love you.” You said, squeezing his arm. 

Silence. 

“Please,” You begged. “Don’t leave me.”

This time there was no silence. 

“I could never.”

Imagine: Newt - Apologize

Word Count: 1964

Smut: Yes | No

Requested: Yes | No

This imagine was inspired by multiple messages between okaynewt, and an anon. Enjoy! 

“My god, Newt!” You shouted. 

Once again, no reaction. At this point, you had forgotten what you were even fighting about in the first place, you just wanted him to care. You were so angry, and it had no effect on him. He just watched you rage and did nothing about it. 

You stared at him long and hard before, shoving him back. “Show some god damn emotion, Newt! You don’t even care.”

You knew he cared. Of course he did. But it was Newt. The rational, sweet heart. He knew that yelling at each other wouldn’t solve anything. He just wanted to let you blow off steam. 

You had no clue whether it was the accusations of him not caring, or if it was when you shoved him, but his eyes were now a little darker. He clenched his jaw, as if to hold his words, but they eventually poured out. 

“You bloody want me to scream at you? What the hell is that going to do for either of us?” 

His sudden burst, as much as you hated it, it was hot. The veins in his neck became visible, and his jaw clenched. You weren’t supposed to be turned on by this, you were supposed to be mad. But he was just so fucking gorgeous. 

You tried to focus on your anger, and not the overwhelming, and growing sexual tension. You just stare at him.  

“Oh yeah? So know you’re not going to talk to me?” Newt pushes. “I thought you wanted me to react?”

You continue to look at him, just blinking. 

The anger in his face almost completely fades, and he steps towards you. “Are you alright? Did I scare you?” 

No. You think to yourself. You’re not exactly sure how to say that seeing him angry makes you want to jump his bones. “I was just startled.” You say. Then you scoff a little. “As if you could scare me, Newt.” You step back, bumping into the kitchen counter, not wanting him to be any closer. The proximity between you two might just be too much, and you might end up stroking his hair, or touching his face, but you can’t do that. You’re too stubborn. So you cross your arms and say, “I’m still mad at you.”

Newt stays where he is, you can tell that he’s worried. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten you. “Well, maybe I’m mad at you too.” He tells you. 

You grin a little, letting out a little huff. “Well at least you’re showing it now.” You were excited that you had broken past his usual passive aggressive glare. “So, are you going to apologize now?” You asked, a small smirk on your face. 

Newt scoffs, and shakes his head. “Why would I apologize? I haven’t done anything wrong. You should be the one saying sorry to me,” You knew this might happen. His overly rational mind was stopping him from ending this fight because he knew, and you knew, that he didn’t do anything wrong. 

You stand there for a long moment, glaring at eachother. Then surprisingly, he takes a step forward. “You sure you don’t want to apologize?” He taunts. 

Newt made you like a teenager again. Horny and moody, and his close proximity was making it harder to stay mad. You growl and then protest. “Who said I did anything wrong? I don’t want to apologize to you. Stoic Newt, huh? The guy who never does anything wrong, right? You’re just the epitome of perfection.” You mock. 

This doesn’t rattle him in the slightest. He just replies, eyes narrowed. “Did I ever tell you how bloody loud you are? You probably pissed off all the neighbours for one.” He shoots back. “You started a fight with me. You knew you wouldn’t win, because I didn’t do anything wrong. So you should apologize to me.” 

You’re counting the steps, one more, and he’ll be right in front of you. Less then a few inches apart. But you’re still not ready to give in. You put your hands on your hips. “Whatever, Newt. Fuck you. It’s like you don’t even care at all, You barely even reacted.”

“Bloody hell, when you pick fights over every little thing its kind of hard to react.” He rolls his eyes. “I could use up all of my energy fighting you.” He runs a hand through his hair, nearly breaking you. 

You shake your head. brushing his alluring movements off. “Well if everything I pick a fight over is so insignificant to you, why do you even bother to stick around?”

Now this time. This time. Newt does explode. He swiftly steps forwards, his hands grabbing at the counter on either side of you. His angry face leaning towards you, he just glares. 

You are left just staring up at him, his tall figure almost towering above you. 

You leave the air silent for a moment. He’s too angry, and you’re just breathless. 

“Well?” You aim to push his buttons more. “You gonna pack your things because of all the fights I start with you?” 

You know have a different type of silent Newt staring down at you. You’ve managed to push past his quiet passive stage. He’s seething at the idea that he could leave after a stupid fight like this one. He can’t even speak he’s so angry. He’s never not been the calm one, and here he is, taking deep breathes trying to do so. 

If you were to inch forward you’d be pressed against him. You’re not exactly sure how he’ll react to your touch now, but that doesn’t stop you. You brush your fingers across his chest. “Well?” You test, waiting for a reply to your question. 

Your touch makes his hands clamp down on the counter even tighter. “I’m not bloody leaving.” He says through clenched teeth. He’s never sounded this angry before. “I’m not a fucking child.” He states. “How dare you?”

“You sure?” You press on. “Cause I think the silent treatment is kind of childish.”

He leans forward even more know, locking you in place. “Say it again. I dare you.” 

The counter is pressing into your back, but Newt doesn’t move a muscle. “I said, the silent treatment is kind of childish.” You have always pushed Newt’s buttons, but never before have you received a reaction quite like this. It almost makes you want to see how far you can go. 

He just shakes his head, a grim smile plastered on his lips. He lets out a harsh laugh. “Sometimes you can be a real bitch.” He says, his voice lower than usual. 

Fuck is he ever attractive when he’s angry. One last push. 

“Only when you make me one, Isaac.” You place your hands against his chest, pushing lightly. 

You feel him freeze momentarily at the mention of his first name. He hates it. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.” 

You smirk at him, and shrug your shoulders. “Sometimes I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do to get a rise out of you. In more ways then just one.” You say sarcastically glancing down in the direction of his groin. 

Snap. Something inside of Newt went. “Fuck you.” He snarls. 

“Wouldn’t you like to.” You grin. “You’d love to right now, huh, Isaac?”

He wants to scream at you. You can just tell. But you also know he does want to fuck you. 

“Apologize.” He barks. “You started this bloody fight, you end it.” 

You scoff. “No fucking way! You!”

Newt growls, and one of his hands moved from the counter to your waist, gripping harshly and catching you off guard. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”

You bite your lip, and your fingers curl around his shirt. “So that must be a sign that you should just say sorry.”

Newt lets out a sinister chuckle. “I’ve apologized too many times, its your turn.”

You laugh and shake your head. “When the hell have you ever apologized?” Your fingers tighten around his shirt, and his on your hip. Nearly bruising. 

You’re so angry, but you don’t want to let go. “Refresh my memory, please, Isaac. Quit playing the victim. I may pick fights but I don’t I certainly don’t end them by saying sorry. You never think you’ve done anything wrong, Isaac!”

“Will you stop with the Isaac already?” He yells. “It’s like you’re trying to piss me off!” 

You flush when you see the realization in his eyes. Newt isn’t stupid. You’re surprised it even took him this long to figure out what you’ve been up to in the past few minutes. 

“Really,” He breathes out, “So that’s how you want to play this?”

You smirk, and his eyes darken even more if that’s possible. Before you have time to react, you’ve been lifted onto the counter, and Newt’s lips are on yours. You smirk into the heated kiss, and nibble his lip a tiny bit, knowing it drives him crazy. 

He pulls away, and you attach yourself to him, “Bloody hell,” He cries making his way to the bedroom. 

Once you enter the room, you’re thrown down on the bed. Newt yanks his shirt off, before climbing on top of you, he does the same to you, and you’re left in your bra and jeans. 

His hands roam your body, and then they get to the line of your jeans. He wastes no time in pulling them from your body. He pauses for a moment to unbutton his own pants, and pull them off, his boxers following. 

You grin at his erection, who knew it did as much to him as it did to you. 

He got on top of you once again and connected your lips. Newt was impatient today, his hand pressed right onto your core, and you let out a loud moan. 

He pushed your panties to the side, and stuck a finger deep inside you, you bit your lip and gripped Newt’s hair. 

“God, baby, you’re so wet for me.” 

“Mm, Newt, hurry please.” You begged him. 

He smirked, and entered you, he thrusted multiple times, and you screamed in anticipation. 

“Newt! Oh god! Keep going!” 

He went even faster, carrying you to your climax. “Uh, Newt, I’m gonna-”

He stopped. He pulled out completely. 

“What the hell?” You cried. 

“Say it. Say you’re sorry.” Newt demanded. 

“You’re such an asshole.” Your insides churned with anger as you looked at him. But you wanted him so badly. 

“Say it, babe.” 

“No.” You stood your ground stubbornly. 

Newt slouched down, his lips touching your neck seductively. “Say it.” His hand found your core once again, and he rubbed achingly slow. 

You whined loudly. “Newt, please!”

“Say it, Y/N.” He said again, pressing a tiny bit harder. 

“Fine! Damn it, I’m sorry Newt, now please, just get in me.” You cried. 

“Thanks baby,” He grinned, entering you again. You moaned in pleasure, and this time, Newt didn’t stop. You hit your climax. 

“Oh god,” You moaned. 

Newt flipped off of you, and smiled. “You’re so good, babe.” 

You laughed lightly, and curled into his side, out of breath. “You’re such a douche, Newt.” 

He chuckled, and extended his arm around you. “I love you,” He smiled, kissing your forehead. 

“I love you too.”