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No One Better

(Gally x Reader)

Hope you have some time, because this one’s large and in charge (of the feels, that is). Huge thanks to all the lovely people who encourage me to keep writing. Enjoy!

A few beads of sweat rolled down your temple, your bottom lip beginning to sting from how hard you were biting down on it, your brows furrowed in intense concentration, all while you were struggling to finally saw through this one stupid chunk of wood. It was a particularly thick one - you’ve been at it for almost ten minutes, with frustratingly minimal results. The muscles of your right arm were positively aching, pleading for you to drop the shucking saw and just ask somebody for help.

However, your resolve was stronger than your protesting muscles. You could do this. You didn’t need help.

You gave yourself a minute to rest before drawing in a deep, determined breath, and getting right back to it. You couldn’t believe it - will all this effort, you’d only managed to saw through half of it, thus far. Gally always made it look so easy…

“Having a bit of trouble there, baby?”

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[ekdmarsrem4]

Oh my goodness, thank you, love! That’s so kind of you to say, I really appreciate it 💗🙏 So happy you liked it! 

IT MEANS EVERYTHING (NEWT X READER)

Requested? Yes. You know who you are. Thank you for the request, & a thousand apologies that it’s taken so long to post 💗

Warnings: Reference to Newt’s incident, descriptions of depressive thoughts/symptoms. Please, do not read if this could be at all triggering for you.  

Tears burning hot in his eyes, Newt takes slow step after slow step towards the edge. He stares down, unable to tear his gaze from the cold, unforgiving concrete below. A shaky sigh bubbles past his lips, his breath turning to steam as it mixes with the cold night air.

He stands there, waiting - praying - for someone, anyone, to yell for him to stop, but there’s only silence. A suffocating void of anything good, anything bright, anything hopeful. Just the miserable, unendurable reality of the Creators & their experiments. Newt glances up, bloodshot eyes searching the sky for even the tiniest sign that someone - anyone - sees him, knows him, & wants him to live. But he finds nothing. And in that moment, he resolves to finally stop searching. 

His mind is numb to the pain at this point. All that’s left is utter exhaustion - an overwhelming need for everything to just slow down, quiet down, end.

He teeters at the ledge, steeling himself as best he can, before screwing his eyes shut & letting his body fall forward. 

But he never feels the impact. Instead he finds himself tangled in soft sheets, uninjured, & warmed by a body pressed tight against his side.

“Newt?”

She’s staring up at him, face pillowed on his shoulder, the softest smile pulling at her lips. She tracks her finger over his cheek, traces the shadow under his eye. “You okay?” she asks, & Newt can’t help but heave a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice. Nodding quickly, he presses his arms around her & pushes his face into the warm crook of her neck. “Nightmare.” he says simply, lips pressed tight to her skin. 

“I’m sorry.” Y/N soothes, her hands gentle & grounding against his back as she holds him to her. “Was it about the Flare again?”

Newt shakes his head, nose trailing against her skin. He’s had a lot of nightmares about the Flare since arriving at the Safe Haven. All too vivid memories of the thick black veins that’d once raked up his skin. Memories of almost becoming a monster. And still, this most recent nightmare felt even more horrifying…

“You wanna talk about it?” 

He doesn’t respond for a few moments, wondering whether he can handle saying certain things out loud. But, then he focuses on the feel of her skin, the smell & the warmth of it; the way her arms are looped protectively around his waist & how her heart beats strong & true against his chest.

He can do it. He’s safe. She proves that to him with every look & every touch.

“It…was about what I did in the Maze.” he stutters. “What I tried to do in the Maze.”

At that, Y/N leans back, a pained understanding in her gaze, a slight tremble in her hand as she gently tucks her fingers into Newt’s hair. “Newt…”

“I was there again…” Newt recalls shakily. “…in the maze, alone…just…nothing, to anyone…”

“Newt…” Y/N whispers, lips soft against his temple. “…you were never nothing, to anyone. What the maze and the Creators made you feel isn’t true. Your life means something, it’s always meant something–”

“Then why do I still feel this way?” Newt asks, leaning back quickly, hoping for an answer in Y/N’s eyes. “With everything I put you through– you & Tommy & Minho, Fry, Gally, everyone…Y/N, I could’ve killed you when I had the Flare & now we’re finally safe & I’m still being a burden—”

“Newt.” Y/N’s voice is soft but firm as she presses her hand to his cheek & carefully guides his teary gaze to hers. “You’re not a burden, on me or anyone else. The fact that you’re still struggling with what you did in that maze doesn’t make you weak or burdensome or incapable of moving on & being happy.”

Newt can’t help but hang on her every word. He touches her cheek with tender fingers, feels how real she is. 

“It means you’re a person, who, by no fault of your own, went through terrible, terrible things. And you’re still here, despite it all. And I couldn’t be more grateful for that, & I promise you that Thomas & Minho & Fry & Gally & Brenda & everyone else feel the same.”

“I just…I just feel like…maybe it would’ve been easier for you guys if I hadn’t…”

“No.” Her voice cracks & Newt’s heart lurches at the sound. “Losing you would’ve been it for me, because to me…your life doesn’t just mean something…Newt, your life is everything to me. All I want is for you to see yourself the way all of us see you, the way I see you, because if you did…you wouldn’t wonder why you’re still here. You wouldn’t wonder why you survived that night. You would know you survived because you were meant to. You would understand that the world is a better place because you’re in it, & that we are stronger, happier, & better people for having known you.”

Tears hanging on his lashes, Newt just stares at her in awestruck disbelief. His chest feels full, fuller than it’s felt in a while…but not full of fear or dread or shame. Full of something that makes the corners of his mouth quirk up. Full in a way that somehow makes his soul & his heart feel lighter, freer, stronger.

He presses his forehead to hers, touches his nose to hers. “You…I…h-how…”

But Y/N just shushes him gently & hugs him tighter. “We love you.” she insists, smiling through the tears welling in her own eyes. “I love you…& I want nothing more than for you to love yourself.”

Smiling through a sob, Newt kisses her softly, desperately, infinitely grateful. “Thank you.”

Thanks for reading 💗

A/N: Hi guys. I just wanted to reiterate what was said in this story. Struggling with depression or any other mental health issue IN NO WAY makes you any less valuable as a person or any less worthy of love or respect or happiness. You’re not a burden, you’re a human being. Please, be kind to yourself. And in those moments when you feel alone or abandoned, try your hardest to remember that you’re not. There’s always someone who cares and who is willing to show you just how much they care. 

[ekdmarsrem4]

Awww, thank you for your sweet comment! 💗🙏

IT MEANS EVERYTHING (NEWT X READER)

Requested? Yes. You know who you are. Thank you for the request, & a thousand apologies that it’s taken so long to post 💗

Warnings: Reference to Newt’s incident, descriptions of depressive thoughts/symptoms. Please, do not read if this could be at all triggering for you.  

Tears burning hot in his eyes, Newt takes slow step after slow step towards the edge. He stares down, unable to tear his gaze from the cold, unforgiving concrete below. A shaky sigh bubbles past his lips, his breath turning to steam as it mixes with the cold night air.

He stands there, waiting - praying - for someone, anyone, to yell for him to stop, but there’s only silence. A suffocating void of anything good, anything bright, anything hopeful. Just the miserable, unendurable reality of the Creators & their experiments. Newt glances up, bloodshot eyes searching the sky for even the tiniest sign that someone - anyone - sees him, knows him, & wants him to live. But he finds nothing. And in that moment, he resolves to finally stop searching. 

His mind is numb to the pain at this point. All that’s left is utter exhaustion - an overwhelming need for everything to just slow down, quiet down, end.

He teeters at the ledge, steeling himself as best he can, before screwing his eyes shut & letting his body fall forward. 

But he never feels the impact. Instead he finds himself tangled in soft sheets, uninjured, & warmed by a body pressed tight against his side.

“Newt?”

She’s staring up at him, face pillowed on his shoulder, the softest smile pulling at her lips. She tracks her finger over his cheek, traces the shadow under his eye. “You okay?” she asks, & Newt can’t help but heave a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice. Nodding quickly, he presses his arms around her & pushes his face into the warm crook of her neck. “Nightmare.” he says simply, lips pressed tight to her skin. 

“I’m sorry.” Y/N soothes, her hands gentle & grounding against his back as she holds him to her. “Was it about the Flare again?”

Newt shakes his head, nose trailing against her skin. He’s had a lot of nightmares about the Flare since arriving at the Safe Haven. All too vivid memories of the thick black veins that’d once raked up his skin. Memories of almost becoming a monster. And still, this most recent nightmare felt even more horrifying…

“You wanna talk about it?” 

He doesn’t respond for a few moments, wondering whether he can handle saying certain things out loud. But, then he focuses on the feel of her skin, the smell & the warmth of it; the way her arms are looped protectively around his waist & how her heart beats strong & true against his chest.

He can do it. He’s safe. She proves that to him with every look & every touch.

“It…was about what I did in the Maze.” he stutters. “What I tried to do in the Maze.”

At that, Y/N leans back, a pained understanding in her gaze, a slight tremble in her hand as she gently tucks her fingers into Newt’s hair. “Newt…”

“I was there again…” Newt recalls shakily. “…in the maze, alone…just…nothing, to anyone…”

“Newt…” Y/N whispers, lips soft against his temple. “…you were never nothing, to anyone. What the maze and the Creators made you feel isn’t true. Your life means something, it’s always meant something–”

“Then why do I still feel this way?” Newt asks, leaning back quickly, hoping for an answer in Y/N’s eyes. “With everything I put you through– you & Tommy & Minho, Fry, Gally, everyone…Y/N, I could’ve killed you when I had the Flare & now we’re finally safe & I’m still being a burden—”

“Newt.” Y/N’s voice is soft but firm as she presses her hand to his cheek & carefully guides his teary gaze to hers. “You’re not a burden, on me or anyone else. The fact that you’re still struggling with what you did in that maze doesn’t make you weak or burdensome or incapable of moving on & being happy.”

Newt can’t help but hang on her every word. He touches her cheek with tender fingers, feels how real she is. 

“It means you’re a person, who, by no fault of your own, went through terrible, terrible things. And you’re still here, despite it all. And I couldn’t be more grateful for that, & I promise you that Thomas & Minho & Fry & Gally & Brenda & everyone else feel the same.”

“I just…I just feel like…maybe it would’ve been easier for you guys if I hadn’t…”

“No.” Her voice cracks & Newt’s heart lurches at the sound. “Losing you would’ve been it for me, because to me…your life doesn’t just mean something…Newt, your life is everything to me. All I want is for you to see yourself the way all of us see you, the way I see you, because if you did…you wouldn’t wonder why you’re still here. You wouldn’t wonder why you survived that night. You would know you survived because you were meant to. You would understand that the world is a better place because you’re in it, & that we are stronger, happier, & better people for having known you.”

Tears hanging on his lashes, Newt just stares at her in awestruck disbelief. His chest feels full, fuller than it’s felt in a while…but not full of fear or dread or shame. Full of something that makes the corners of his mouth quirk up. Full in a way that somehow makes his soul & his heart feel lighter, freer, stronger.

He presses his forehead to hers, touches his nose to hers. “You…I…h-how…”

But Y/N just shushes him gently & hugs him tighter. “We love you.” she insists, smiling through the tears welling in her own eyes. “I love you…& I want nothing more than for you to love yourself.”

Smiling through a sob, Newt kisses her softly, desperately, infinitely grateful. “Thank you.”

Thanks for reading 💗

A/N: Hi guys. I just wanted to reiterate what was said in this story. Struggling with depression or any other mental health issue IN NO WAY makes you any less valuable as a person or any less worthy of love or respect or happiness. You’re not a burden, you’re a human being. Please, be kind to yourself. And in those moments when you feel alone or abandoned, try your hardest to remember that you’re not. There’s always someone who cares and who is willing to show you just how much they care. 

[ekdmarsrem4]

Thank you!!! 🙏😘

IT MEANS EVERYTHING (NEWT X READER)

Requested? Yes. You know who you are. Thank you for the request, & a thousand apologies that it’s taken so long to post 💗

Warnings: Reference to Newt’s incident, descriptions of depressive thoughts/symptoms. Please, do not read if this could be at all triggering for you.  

Tears burning hot in his eyes, Newt takes slow step after slow step towards the edge. He stares down, unable to tear his gaze from the cold, unforgiving concrete below. A shaky sigh bubbles past his lips, his breath turning to steam as it mixes with the cold night air.

He stands there, waiting - praying - for someone, anyone, to yell for him to stop, but there’s only silence. A suffocating void of anything good, anything bright, anything hopeful. Just the miserable, unendurable reality of the Creators & their experiments. Newt glances up, bloodshot eyes searching the sky for even the tiniest sign that someone - anyone - sees him, knows him, & wants him to live. But he finds nothing. And in that moment, he resolves to finally stop searching. 

His mind is numb to the pain at this point. All that’s left is utter exhaustion - an overwhelming need for everything to just slow down, quiet down, end.

He teeters at the ledge, steeling himself as best he can, before screwing his eyes shut & letting his body fall forward. 

But he never feels the impact. Instead he finds himself tangled in soft sheets, uninjured, & warmed by a body pressed tight against his side.

“Newt?”

She’s staring up at him, face pillowed on his shoulder, the softest smile pulling at her lips. She tracks her finger over his cheek, traces the shadow under his eye. “You okay?” she asks, & Newt can’t help but heave a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice. Nodding quickly, he presses his arms around her & pushes his face into the warm crook of her neck. “Nightmare.” he says simply, lips pressed tight to her skin. 

“I’m sorry.” Y/N soothes, her hands gentle & grounding against his back as she holds him to her. “Was it about the Flare again?”

Newt shakes his head, nose trailing against her skin. He’s had a lot of nightmares about the Flare since arriving at the Safe Haven. All too vivid memories of the thick black veins that’d once raked up his skin. Memories of almost becoming a monster. And still, this most recent nightmare felt even more horrifying…

“You wanna talk about it?” 

He doesn’t respond for a few moments, wondering whether he can handle saying certain things out loud. But, then he focuses on the feel of her skin, the smell & the warmth of it; the way her arms are looped protectively around his waist & how her heart beats strong & true against his chest.

He can do it. He’s safe. She proves that to him with every look & every touch.

“It…was about what I did in the Maze.” he stutters. “What I tried to do in the Maze.”

At that, Y/N leans back, a pained understanding in her gaze, a slight tremble in her hand as she gently tucks her fingers into Newt’s hair. “Newt…”

“I was there again…” Newt recalls shakily. “…in the maze, alone…just…nothing, to anyone…”

“Newt…” Y/N whispers, lips soft against his temple. “…you were never nothing, to anyone. What the maze and the Creators made you feel isn’t true. Your life means something, it’s always meant something–”

“Then why do I still feel this way?” Newt asks, leaning back quickly, hoping for an answer in Y/N’s eyes. “With everything I put you through– you & Tommy & Minho, Fry, Gally, everyone…Y/N, I could’ve killed you when I had the Flare & now we’re finally safe & I’m still being a burden—”

“Newt.” Y/N’s voice is soft but firm as she presses her hand to his cheek & carefully guides his teary gaze to hers. “You’re not a burden, on me or anyone else. The fact that you’re still struggling with what you did in that maze doesn’t make you weak or burdensome or incapable of moving on & being happy.”

Newt can’t help but hang on her every word. He touches her cheek with tender fingers, feels how real she is. 

“It means you’re a person, who, by no fault of your own, went through terrible, terrible things. And you’re still here, despite it all. And I couldn’t be more grateful for that, & I promise you that Thomas & Minho & Fry & Gally & Brenda & everyone else feel the same.”

“I just…I just feel like…maybe it would’ve been easier for you guys if I hadn’t…”

“No.” Her voice cracks & Newt’s heart lurches at the sound. “Losing you would’ve been it for me, because to me…your life doesn’t just mean something…Newt, your life is everything to me. All I want is for you to see yourself the way all of us see you, the way I see you, because if you did…you wouldn’t wonder why you’re still here. You wouldn’t wonder why you survived that night. You would know you survived because you were meant to. You would understand that the world is a better place because you’re in it, & that we are stronger, happier, & better people for having known you.”

Tears hanging on his lashes, Newt just stares at her in awestruck disbelief. His chest feels full, fuller than it’s felt in a while…but not full of fear or dread or shame. Full of something that makes the corners of his mouth quirk up. Full in a way that somehow makes his soul & his heart feel lighter, freer, stronger.

He presses his forehead to hers, touches his nose to hers. “You…I…h-how…”

But Y/N just shushes him gently & hugs him tighter. “We love you.” she insists, smiling through the tears welling in her own eyes. “I love you…& I want nothing more than for you to love yourself.”

Smiling through a sob, Newt kisses her softly, desperately, infinitely grateful. “Thank you.”

Thanks for reading 💗

A/N: Hi guys. I just wanted to reiterate what was said in this story. Struggling with depression or any other mental health issue IN NO WAY makes you any less valuable as a person or any less worthy of love or respect or happiness. You’re not a burden, you’re a human being. Please, be kind to yourself. And in those moments when you feel alone or abandoned, try your hardest to remember that you’re not. There’s always someone who cares and who is willing to show you just how much they care. 

[ekdmarsrem4]

IT MEANS EVERYTHING (NEWT X READER)

Requested? Yes. You know who you are. Thank you for the request, & a thousand apologies that it’s taken so long to post 💗

Warnings: Reference to Newt’s incident, descriptions of depressive thoughts/symptoms. Please, do not read if this could be at all triggering for you.  

Tears burning hot in his eyes, Newt takes slow step after slow step towards the edge. He stares down, unable to tear his gaze from the cold, unforgiving concrete below. A shaky sigh bubbles past his lips, his breath turning to steam as it mixes with the cold night air.

He stands there, waiting - praying - for someone, anyone, to yell for him to stop, but there’s only silence. A suffocating void of anything good, anything bright, anything hopeful. Just the miserable, unendurable reality of the Creators & their experiments. Newt glances up, bloodshot eyes searching the sky for even the tiniest sign that someone - anyone - sees him, knows him, & wants him to live. But he finds nothing. And in that moment, he resolves to finally stop searching. 

His mind is numb to the pain at this point. All that’s left is utter exhaustion - an overwhelming need for everything to just slow down, quiet down, end.

He teeters at the ledge, steeling himself as best he can, before screwing his eyes shut & letting his body fall forward. 

But he never feels the impact. Instead he finds himself tangled in soft sheets, uninjured, & warmed by a body pressed tight against his side.

“Newt?”

She’s staring up at him, face pillowed on his shoulder, the softest smile pulling at her lips. She tracks her finger over his cheek, traces the shadow under his eye. “You okay?” she asks, & Newt can’t help but heave a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice. Nodding quickly, he presses his arms around her & pushes his face into the warm crook of her neck. “Nightmare.” he says simply, lips pressed tight to her skin. 

“I’m sorry.” Y/N soothes, her hands gentle & grounding against his back as she holds him to her. “Was it about the Flare again?”

Newt shakes his head, nose trailing against her skin. He’s had a lot of nightmares about the Flare since arriving at the Safe Haven. All too vivid memories of the thick black veins that’d once raked up his skin. Memories of almost becoming a monster. And still, this most recent nightmare felt even more horrifying...

“You wanna talk about it?” 

He doesn’t respond for a few moments, wondering whether he can handle saying certain things out loud. But, then he focuses on the feel of her skin, the smell & the warmth of it; the way her arms are looped protectively around his waist & how her heart beats strong & true against his chest.

He can do it. He’s safe. She proves that to him with every look & every touch.

“It...was about what I did in the Maze.” he stutters. “What I tried to do in the Maze.”

At that, Y/N leans back, a pained understanding in her gaze, a slight tremble in her hand as she gently tucks her fingers into Newt’s hair. “Newt...”

“I was there again...” Newt recalls shakily. “...in the maze, alone...just...nothing, to anyone...”

“Newt...” Y/N whispers, lips soft against his temple. “...you were never nothing, to anyone. What the maze and the Creators made you feel isn’t true. Your life means something, it’s always meant something--”

“Then why do I still feel this way?” Newt asks, leaning back quickly, hoping for an answer in Y/N’s eyes. “With everything I put you through-- you & Tommy & Minho, Fry, Gally, everyone...Y/N, I could’ve killed you when I had the Flare & now we’re finally safe & I’m still being a burden---”

“Newt.” Y/N’s voice is soft but firm as she presses her hand to his cheek & carefully guides his teary gaze to hers. “You’re not a burden, on me or anyone else. The fact that you’re still struggling with what you did in that maze doesn’t make you weak or burdensome or incapable of moving on & being happy.”

Newt can’t help but hang on her every word. He touches her cheek with tender fingers, feels how real she is. 

“It means you’re a person, who, by no fault of your own, went through terrible, terrible things. And you’re still here, despite it all. And I couldn’t be more grateful for that, & I promise you that Thomas & Minho & Fry & Gally & Brenda & everyone else feel the same.”

“I just...I just feel like...maybe it would’ve been easier for you guys if I hadn’t...”

“No.” Her voice cracks & Newt’s heart lurches at the sound. “Losing you would’ve been it for me, because to me...your life doesn’t just mean something...Newt, your life is everything to me. All I want is for you to see yourself the way all of us see you, the way I see you, because if you did...you wouldn’t wonder why you’re still here. You wouldn’t wonder why you survived that night. You would know you survived because you were meant to. You would understand that the world is a better place because you’re in it, & that we are stronger, happier, & better people for having known you.”

Tears hanging on his lashes, Newt just stares at her in awestruck disbelief. His chest feels full, fuller than it’s felt in a while...but not full of fear or dread or shame. Full of something that makes the corners of his mouth quirk up. Full in a way that somehow makes his soul & his heart feel lighter, freer, stronger.

He presses his forehead to hers, touches his nose to hers. “You...I...h-how...”

But Y/N just shushes him gently & hugs him tighter. “We love you.” she insists, smiling through the tears welling in her own eyes. “I love you...& I want nothing more than for you to love yourself.”

Smiling through a sob, Newt kisses her softly, desperately, infinitely grateful. “Thank you.”

Thanks for reading 💗

A/N: Hi guys. I just wanted to reiterate what was said in this story. Struggling with depression or any other mental health issue IN NO WAY makes you any less valuable as a person or any less worthy of love or respect or happiness. You’re not a burden, you’re a human being. Please, be kind to yourself. And in those moments when you feel alone or abandoned, try your hardest to remember that you’re not. There’s always someone who cares and who is willing to show you just how much they care. 

[ekdmarsrem4]

[ekdmarsrem4]

Thank you! 🙏💗

ALL THE MORE SPECIAL (NEWT X READER)

A/N: Hi everyone! It’s been WAY too shucking long. So sorry for disappearing. I’ve been dealing with a lot, as I’m sure everyone else has been too. I hope everyone’s managing all right during this crazy & stressful time. Best wishes to everyone & their loved ones. Stay safe, & please watch out for yourselves & those around you.

Here’s some more Newt fluff that I wrote during my lunch break at work, kind of as a way to hopefully get back into the swing of things & shake off any lingering writer’s block 🤞. Sorry if it sucks! Hope you enjoy! Everyone needs some fluff, especially nowadays 💗

Y/N tries to maneuver out of bed without waking Newt, but even in his sleep Newt clings to her like she’s the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth. With every gentle attempt to pry his arms away, his grip tightens & an adorable whine falls from his lips.

“Newt.” Y/N coos, carefully smoothing her fingers through his messy hair. “Honey…you’ve gotta let me go.” She traces her fingers up his face, watching with a smile as he desperately chases her touch, tilting his face against the warm softness of her palm. Cradling his cheek, she ghosts her lips over his but quickly pulls away.

“Noooo.” Newt all but whimpers. “Another.”

Y/N can’t help but chuckle at the pout on his lips. She loves when his needy side comes out. “Open your eyes then.” she says playfully, poking his cheek with the tip of her nose.

And so he does. He looks at her like she’s every beautiful thing he’s ever seen all wrapped up into one. God, if he could simply stare at her every second of every day, he’d never know sadness or fear again. “Kiss me again?” he breathes. “Please, love.”

And so she does. She presses her lips to his, kissing him slowly, letting her body curve into his.

“Don’t go.” Newt whispers against her lips, now fully awake & even more reluctant to loosen his grip. “Let me keep holding you.” He pushes his face against her neck & down her shoulder, nuzzling there, mouth pressed to her skin. “I want you to stay.”

Y/N squeezes him tight, cradling the back of his head, fingers gently twisting between his messy strands of hair. “You know I can’t.” She feels the warmth of his breath as he sighs deeply against her, tickling the sensitive skin at her neck. “But you know I would if I could.” Her lips graze against his forehead in a barely-there kiss. “I can’t think of anything better than being with you, like this, right here—” 

“Then stay.” 

“Newt–”

“I know, I know, I just…” He dips his head back to catch her eyes, smiling softly as he admits, “I just can’t think of anything better than this either…” He reaches up, cups her jaw & caresses her with a touch so light it feels almost dream-like. “And it’s like each day, it gets harder & harder to let you go.”

“Honey.” Y/N murmurs, eyes soft & understanding & brimming with the same desperation. She touches her forehead to his, bumps their noses together & says, “I know how you feel…but I think of it this way.” Her finger strokes over his cheek, her smile widens. “The fact that it’s so shucking hard to say goodbye to you every morning…makes it all the more special when I get to see you again every night.”

Newt’s eyes widen minutely. His cheeks burn & brighten when she tells him, “Every night, I feel like the luckiest person in the world…” Her eyes never leaving his, she finds his hand & weaves her fingers between his, squeezing gently. “…because I get to be like this, all tangled up with you…” She kisses his knuckles, touches his hand to her cheek. “where I’m safest, & where I’m happiest.”

With that, Newt pushes up slightly & kisses her deeply, grinning against her lips. “I’m the lucky one.”

Thanks for reading!

[ekdmarsrem4]

ALL THE MORE SPECIAL (NEWT X READER)

A/N: Hi everyone! It’s been WAY too shucking long. So sorry for disappearing. I’ve been dealing with a lot, as I’m sure everyone else has been too. I hope everyone’s managing all right during this crazy & stressful time. Best wishes to everyone & their loved ones. Stay safe, & please watch out for yourselves & those around you.

Here’s some more Newt fluff that I wrote during my lunch break at work, kind of as a way to hopefully get back into the swing of things & shake off any lingering writer’s block 🤞. Sorry if it sucks! Hope you enjoy! Everyone needs some fluff, especially nowadays 💗

Y/N tries to maneuver out of bed without waking Newt, but even in his sleep Newt clings to her like she’s the only thing keeping him grounded to the earth. With every gentle attempt to pry his arms away, his grip tightens & an adorable whine falls from his lips.

“Newt.” Y/N coos, carefully smoothing her fingers through his messy hair. “Honey...you’ve gotta let me go.” She traces her fingers up his face, watching with a smile as he desperately chases her touch, tilting his face against the warm softness of her palm. Cradling his cheek, she ghosts her lips over his but quickly pulls away.

“Noooo.” Newt all but whimpers. “Another.”

Y/N can’t help but chuckle at the pout on his lips. She loves when his needy side comes out. “Open your eyes then.” she says playfully, poking his cheek with the tip of her nose.

And so he does. He looks at her like she’s every beautiful thing he’s ever seen all wrapped up into one. God, if he could simply stare at her every second of every day, he’d never know sadness or fear again. “Kiss me again?” he breathes. “Please, love.”

And so she does. She presses her lips to his, kissing him slowly, letting her body curve into his.

“Don’t go.” Newt whispers against her lips, now fully awake & even more reluctant to loosen his grip. “Let me keep holding you.” He pushes his face against her neck & down her shoulder, nuzzling there, mouth pressed to her skin. “I want you to stay.”

Y/N squeezes him tight, cradling the back of his head, fingers gently twisting between his messy strands of hair. “You know I can’t.” She feels the warmth of his breath as he sighs deeply against her, tickling the sensitive skin at her neck. “But you know I would if I could.” Her lips graze against his forehead in a barely-there kiss. “I can’t think of anything better than being with you, like this, right here---” 

“Then stay.” 

“Newt--”

“I know, I know, I just...” He dips his head back to catch her eyes, smiling softly as he admits, “I just can’t think of anything better than this either...” He reaches up, cups her jaw & caresses her with a touch so light it feels almost dream-like. “And it’s like each day, it gets harder & harder to let you go.”

“Honey.” Y/N murmurs, eyes soft & understanding & brimming with the same desperation. She touches her forehead to his, bumps their noses together & says, “I know how you feel...but I think of it this way.” Her finger strokes over his cheek, her smile widens. “The fact that it’s so shucking hard to say goodbye to you every morning...makes it all the more special when I get to see you again every night.”

Newt’s eyes widen minutely. His cheeks burn & brighten when she tells him, “Every night, I feel like the luckiest person in the world...” Her eyes never leaving his, she finds his hand & weaves her fingers between his, squeezing gently. “...because I get to be like this, all tangled up with you...” She kisses his knuckles, touches his hand to her cheek. “where I’m safest, & where I’m happiest.”

With that, Newt pushes up slightly & kisses her deeply, grinning against her lips. “I’m the lucky one.”

Thanks for reading!

[ekdmarsrem4]

You’re too kind to me, love! Thank you!!! 🥰 Your comments always make me smile from ear to ear, & I appreciate the support more than I can say! 

I’ve missed you SO much & I hope you’re doing well!! Love love LOVE you loads, you beautiful person you! 😘

HERE (NEWT X READER)

Request(s): Hello! I’m obsessed with your Newt stories! Can I please request a Newt X Female y/n fic FULL OF FLUFF? Please just kill me with sweetness. Thank you! Your writing is amazing! 

Newt fluff pretty pretty please 🙏🙏🙏 Any story idc as long as its fluffy! Thank you beautiful 😘😘😘

Can I please request a Newt fic? Maybe like a sweet confession or like a moment when newt realizes how much y/n means to him? I don’t know. Really whatever you wanna do I know I will love! Thank you so much!!!

A/N: Thanks for the kind words! Hope you enjoy!

Her eyes flutter open & the first thing she registers is the warmth of his skin against hers & the comforting weight of his arm slung protectively over her waist. Smiling, she sighs at the feeling, turning in his arms to bury her face in his bare chest. “Good morning.” she mumbles sleepily into his skin, humming as his arms tighten around her.

Newt brushes his lips against her forehead, whispering a soft, “Good morning, love” as he gently combs his fingers through her hair, tucking any unruly strands behind her ears so that he can see more of her face, more of her smile.

He touches her with such tenderness, her heart skips. When the warm pad of his thumb swipes across her cheek, she just has to tilt her head back & find his eyes. She has to remind herself that he’s real, because sometimes she forgets. Sometimes she simply stares at him in disbelief, shocked into silence at how much he cares & how easy it is for her to love him as much as she does.

The way he looks back at her with that same lovesick awe takes her breath away.

“Thank you.” he hums, the softest smile on his lips, the brightest light in his eyes as they trace the shape of her smile.

“We just woke up.” Y/N chuckles. “What could I have done in the last few seconds to deserve a thank you?” 

Newt kisses her in response, soft & slow & infinitely loving. “You’re here.” he whispers against her lips. “You’re always here, next to me, with me. You’re the first thing I see when I wake up…” His fingers ghost along her jaw, tender & protective. “…the first thing I feel.” 

Y/N breathes in his words like they’re her oxygen, keeping her eyes shut as every syllable finds home in her heart.

“Because of you, the first thing I do every day is smile, a real smile, & that’s something I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do again.” He kisses both her eyelids, coaxing them open, wanting - needing - to see her eyes when he tells her again, “Thank you, love.”

“Newt…” Her voice is a soft coo, so full of delight & awe that she can barely get the words out without tearing up. “I…you have no idea how happy that makes me.” She cups his jaw, touching her thumb to the corner of his mouth, the corner of the smile she made possible. “Because, God, this smile of yours…it’s easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, & you so deserve to feel happy.”

She presses her lips to his, smiling against his smile when she says, “You deserve every good thing.”

Newt’s happiness is palpable in the way he kisses her back, & even more so in the way he whispers into the kiss, “You are my every good thing.”

Thanks so much for reading! Any & all comments/feedback/re-blogs are always greatly appreciated! 

[ekdmarsrem4]

Awww, thank you @technolilly! Right back at ya! You’re always so kind & supportive! Very, very happy we’re mutuals! 💗

@gladerscake @iamburdened @givemetheblanket @blue-m3rmaid @i-read-too-much-fanfiction

Reblog if you have made a friend online that you would love to hang with, but they live far away.

[ekdmarsrem4]

Awww, thank you, love! Glad you liked it! Fluffy Newt fics are one of the best ways to feel all warm & fuzzy inside 👍🥰

HERE (NEWT X READER)

Request(s): Hello! I’m obsessed with your Newt stories! Can I please request a Newt X Female y/n fic FULL OF FLUFF? Please just kill me with sweetness. Thank you! Your writing is amazing! 

Newt fluff pretty pretty please 🙏🙏🙏 Any story idc as long as its fluffy! Thank you beautiful 😘😘😘

Can I please request a Newt fic? Maybe like a sweet confession or like a moment when newt realizes how much y/n means to him? I don’t know. Really whatever you wanna do I know I will love! Thank you so much!!!

A/N: Thanks for the kind words! Hope you enjoy!

Her eyes flutter open & the first thing she registers is the warmth of his skin against hers & the comforting weight of his arm slung protectively over her waist. Smiling, she sighs at the feeling, turning in his arms to bury her face in his bare chest. “Good morning.” she mumbles sleepily into his skin, humming as his arms tighten around her.

Newt brushes his lips against her forehead, whispering a soft, “Good morning, love” as he gently combs his fingers through her hair, tucking any unruly strands behind her ears so that he can see more of her face, more of her smile.

He touches her with such tenderness, her heart skips. When the warm pad of his thumb swipes across her cheek, she just has to tilt her head back & find his eyes. She has to remind herself that he’s real, because sometimes she forgets. Sometimes she simply stares at him in disbelief, shocked into silence at how much he cares & how easy it is for her to love him as much as she does.

The way he looks back at her with that same lovesick awe takes her breath away.

“Thank you.” he hums, the softest smile on his lips, the brightest light in his eyes as they trace the shape of her smile.

“We just woke up.” Y/N chuckles. “What could I have done in the last few seconds to deserve a thank you?” 

Newt kisses her in response, soft & slow & infinitely loving. “You’re here.” he whispers against her lips. “You’re always here, next to me, with me. You’re the first thing I see when I wake up…” His fingers ghost along her jaw, tender & protective. “…the first thing I feel.” 

Y/N breathes in his words like they’re her oxygen, keeping her eyes shut as every syllable finds home in her heart.

“Because of you, the first thing I do every day is smile, a real smile, & that’s something I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do again.” He kisses both her eyelids, coaxing them open, wanting - needing - to see her eyes when he tells her again, “Thank you, love.”

“Newt…” Her voice is a soft coo, so full of delight & awe that she can barely get the words out without tearing up. “I…you have no idea how happy that makes me.” She cups his jaw, touching her thumb to the corner of his mouth, the corner of the smile she made possible. “Because, God, this smile of yours…it’s easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, & you so deserve to feel happy.”

She presses her lips to his, smiling against his smile when she says, “You deserve every good thing.”

Newt’s happiness is palpable in the way he kisses her back, & even more so in the way he whispers into the kiss, “You are my every good thing.”

Thanks so much for reading! Any & all comments/feedback/re-blogs are always greatly appreciated! 

[ekdmarsrem4]

GOTTA GET MY THOUGHTS DOWN

I just feel like venting, so please excuse me.

If anyone & I mean anyone - friends, family, teachers, whoever - makes you feel at all inferior or ashamed for liking the things you like, that’s a THEM problem. They’re inability/unwillingness to acknowledge your passions reflects entirely on them & not at all on you. It’s your life & you don’t need anyone’s approval to live it the way you want to. The people who are worth having in your life are the ones who’re willing to listen to you when you talk about what makes you happy & fulfilled & excited. Those people will be excited for you. They will share in your joys & embrace your interests because those interests are part of what makes you you. People who try to convince you to give up the things you love because they’re supposedly “childish” or “useless” or “pathetic” do not deserve your time nor your energy. Those people need some serious self-reflecting if they’re going to spend their energy trying to change other people’s hearts instead of opening up their own.

[ekdmarsrem4]

You’re so welcome! Glad I could provide some inspiration! Thank you for the lovely comment & support! 💗

HERE (NEWT X READER)

Request(s): Hello! I’m obsessed with your Newt stories! Can I please request a Newt X Female y/n fic FULL OF FLUFF? Please just kill me with sweetness. Thank you! Your writing is amazing! 

Newt fluff pretty pretty please 🙏🙏🙏 Any story idc as long as its fluffy! Thank you beautiful 😘😘😘

Can I please request a Newt fic? Maybe like a sweet confession or like a moment when newt realizes how much y/n means to him? I don’t know. Really whatever you wanna do I know I will love! Thank you so much!!!

A/N: Thanks for the kind words! Hope you enjoy!

Her eyes flutter open & the first thing she registers is the warmth of his skin against hers & the comforting weight of his arm slung protectively over her waist. Smiling, she sighs at the feeling, turning in his arms to bury her face in his bare chest. “Good morning.” she mumbles sleepily into his skin, humming as his arms tighten around her.

Newt brushes his lips against her forehead, whispering a soft, “Good morning, love” as he gently combs his fingers through her hair, tucking any unruly strands behind her ears so that he can see more of her face, more of her smile.

He touches her with such tenderness, her heart skips. When the warm pad of his thumb swipes across her cheek, she just has to tilt her head back & find his eyes. She has to remind herself that he’s real, because sometimes she forgets. Sometimes she simply stares at him in disbelief, shocked into silence at how much he cares & how easy it is for her to love him as much as she does.

The way he looks back at her with that same lovesick awe takes her breath away.

“Thank you.” he hums, the softest smile on his lips, the brightest light in his eyes as they trace the shape of her smile.

“We just woke up.” Y/N chuckles. “What could I have done in the last few seconds to deserve a thank you?” 

Newt kisses her in response, soft & slow & infinitely loving. “You’re here.” he whispers against her lips. “You’re always here, next to me, with me. You’re the first thing I see when I wake up…” His fingers ghost along her jaw, tender & protective. “…the first thing I feel.” 

Y/N breathes in his words like they’re her oxygen, keeping her eyes shut as every syllable finds home in her heart.

“Because of you, the first thing I do every day is smile, a real smile, & that’s something I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do again.” He kisses both her eyelids, coaxing them open, wanting - needing - to see her eyes when he tells her again, “Thank you, love.”

“Newt…” Her voice is a soft coo, so full of delight & awe that she can barely get the words out without tearing up. “I…you have no idea how happy that makes me.” She cups his jaw, touching her thumb to the corner of his mouth, the corner of the smile she made possible. “Because, God, this smile of yours…it’s easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, & you so deserve to feel happy.”

She presses her lips to his, smiling against his smile when she says, “You deserve every good thing.”

Newt’s happiness is palpable in the way he kisses her back, & even more so in the way he whispers into the kiss, “You are my every good thing.”

Thanks so much for reading! Any & all comments/feedback/re-blogs are always greatly appreciated! 

[ekdmarsrem4]

Thank you, love! That really means a lot! 🙏😘

HERE (NEWT X READER)

Request(s): Hello! I’m obsessed with your Newt stories! Can I please request a Newt X Female y/n fic FULL OF FLUFF? Please just kill me with sweetness. Thank you! Your writing is amazing! 

Newt fluff pretty pretty please 🙏🙏🙏 Any story idc as long as its fluffy! Thank you beautiful 😘😘😘

Can I please request a Newt fic? Maybe like a sweet confession or like a moment when newt realizes how much y/n means to him? I don’t know. Really whatever you wanna do I know I will love! Thank you so much!!!

A/N: Thanks for the kind words! Hope you enjoy!

Her eyes flutter open & the first thing she registers is the warmth of his skin against hers & the comforting weight of his arm slung protectively over her waist. Smiling, she sighs at the feeling, turning in his arms to bury her face in his bare chest. “Good morning.” she mumbles sleepily into his skin, humming as his arms tighten around her.

Newt brushes his lips against her forehead, whispering a soft, “Good morning, love” as he gently combs his fingers through her hair, tucking any unruly strands behind her ears so that he can see more of her face, more of her smile.

He touches her with such tenderness, her heart skips. When the warm pad of his thumb swipes across her cheek, she just has to tilt her head back & find his eyes. She has to remind herself that he’s real, because sometimes she forgets. Sometimes she simply stares at him in disbelief, shocked into silence at how much he cares & how easy it is for her to love him as much as she does.

The way he looks back at her with that same lovesick awe takes her breath away.

“Thank you.” he hums, the softest smile on his lips, the brightest light in his eyes as they trace the shape of her smile.

“We just woke up.” Y/N chuckles. “What could I have done in the last few seconds to deserve a thank you?” 

Newt kisses her in response, soft & slow & infinitely loving. “You’re here.” he whispers against her lips. “You’re always here, next to me, with me. You’re the first thing I see when I wake up…” His fingers ghost along her jaw, tender & protective. “…the first thing I feel.” 

Y/N breathes in his words like they’re her oxygen, keeping her eyes shut as every syllable finds home in her heart.

“Because of you, the first thing I do every day is smile, a real smile, & that’s something I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do again.” He kisses both her eyelids, coaxing them open, wanting - needing - to see her eyes when he tells her again, “Thank you, love.”

“Newt…” Her voice is a soft coo, so full of delight & awe that she can barely get the words out without tearing up. “I…you have no idea how happy that makes me.” She cups his jaw, touching her thumb to the corner of his mouth, the corner of the smile she made possible. “Because, God, this smile of yours…it’s easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, & you so deserve to feel happy.”

She presses her lips to his, smiling against his smile when she says, “You deserve every good thing.”

Newt’s happiness is palpable in the way he kisses her back, & even more so in the way he whispers into the kiss, “You are my every good thing.”

Thanks so much for reading! Any & all comments/feedback/re-blogs are always greatly appreciated! 

[ekdmarsrem4]

HERE (NEWT X READER)

Request(s): Hello! I’m obsessed with your Newt stories! Can I please request a Newt X Female y/n fic FULL OF FLUFF? Please just kill me with sweetness. Thank you! Your writing is amazing! 

Newt fluff pretty pretty please 🙏🙏🙏 Any story idc as long as its fluffy! Thank you beautiful 😘😘😘

Can I please request a Newt fic? Maybe like a sweet confession or like a moment when newt realizes how much y/n means to him? I don’t know. Really whatever you wanna do I know I will love! Thank you so much!!!

A/N: Thanks for the kind words! Hope you enjoy!

Her eyes flutter open & the first thing she registers is the warmth of his skin against hers & the comforting weight of his arm slung protectively over her waist. Smiling, she sighs at the feeling, turning in his arms to bury her face in his bare chest. “Good morning.” she mumbles sleepily into his skin, humming as his arms tighten around her.

Newt brushes his lips against her forehead, whispering a soft, “Good morning, love” as he gently combs his fingers through her hair, tucking any unruly strands behind her ears so that he can see more of her face, more of her smile.

He touches her with such tenderness, her heart skips. When the warm pad of his thumb swipes across her cheek, she just has to tilt her head back & find his eyes. She has to remind herself that he’s real, because sometimes she forgets. Sometimes she simply stares at him in disbelief, shocked into silence at how much he cares & how easy it is for her to love him as much as she does.

The way he looks back at her with that same lovesick awe takes her breath away.

“Thank you.” he hums, the softest smile on his lips, the brightest light in his eyes as they trace the shape of her smile.

“We just woke up.” Y/N chuckles. “What could I have done in the last few seconds to deserve a thank you?” 

Newt kisses her in response, soft & slow & infinitely loving. “You’re here.” he whispers against her lips. “You’re always here, next to me, with me. You’re the first thing I see when I wake up...” His fingers ghost along her jaw, tender & protective. “...the first thing I feel.” 

Y/N breathes in his words like they’re her oxygen, keeping her eyes shut as every syllable finds home in her heart.

“Because of you, the first thing I do every day is smile, a real smile, & that’s something I didn’t think I’d ever be able to do again.” He kisses both her eyelids, coaxing them open, wanting - needing - to see her eyes when he tells her again, “Thank you, love.”

“Newt...” Her voice is a soft coo, so full of delight & awe that she can barely get the words out without tearing up. “I...you have no idea how happy that makes me.” She cups his jaw, touching her thumb to the corner of his mouth, the corner of the smile she made possible. “Because, God, this smile of yours...it’s easily the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, & you so deserve to feel happy.”

She presses her lips to his, smiling against his smile when she says, “You deserve every good thing.”

Newt’s happiness is palpable in the way he kisses her back, & even more so in the way he whispers into the kiss, “You are my every good thing.”

Thanks so much for reading! Any & all comments/feedback/re-blogs are always greatly appreciated! 

[ekdmarsrem4]

hello, do you still taking request?

Hi! I feel like I’m always open to requests. Though, I’m not able to get to every one I receive, & I don’t really do requests in any particular order. It’s just what I’m inspired by moment to moment, you know? That being said, I love getting requests! So, if you want to send one in, please feel free! Hopefully I can get to it, but I can’t make any guarantees. Sorry about that!

[ekdmarsrem4]

Hi! So I LOVE your maze runner stories so so so much and I really hope you keep writing for the fandom because it needs more content! But I was wondering if you write/want to write for any other fandoms? Like what other fandoms are you part of and would you ever write for them? Thank you I love your work!

Hi! Thank you so much! I’m super flattered you like my stories! I will definitely keep writing for TMR, (1) cuz I’ve got more requests to get through & (2) because I just love this fandom so damn much!

I would love to try writing for some other fandoms as well! I have a few Red Dead Redemption 2 fics in the works, but those are mostly just continuations of a little series I already started. I’d like to write more for Supernatural, so maybe I’ll give that a go sometime soon? I’ve also recently gotten into The Walking Dead, & there are definitely a few characters from that that I’d love to try writing for. I also LOVE Peaky Blinders, Vikings, & Harry Potter, so maybe I’ll try writing for those too 👍