#the flare

[law-autumnbow]

Shuck it I'll just post everything at once

all self-made

[catoslvt]

Newt (TMR) x Reader

you confess to Newt as he's a crank.

this is probably gonna be very quick.

As Newt jumps on me, sending me spiralling backwards into the floor, I look over at Thomas, who is standing clueless

"Go get the cure! I can handle him!" I scream, Thomas gives me a concerned look before running off anyway.

My attention is suddenly grabbed again by Newt, who now has a knife. Where did he get it from? I've got no clue, but all that matters is getting it out of his hands.

"I don't want to hurt you." Newt snaps, his tone certainly sounding like someone who wants to hurt me.

"You don't need to, please." I beg, but his eyes have faded over again, and he lowers the knife to hover above where my heart is, but I quickly knock the knife from his grip, and it moves far away on the concrete meaning I'm now gonna need to fight Newt with my hands.

"Keep talking!" Newt screams, his eyes flashing only a slight bit of normality before the flare comes back over him, and he's trying to hit me, so I do what he told me to do, talk.

"I've been in love with you since the scorch trials." I say as my hand connects with his jaw, and he stumbles off me, allowing me to stand up, and as I look at Newt, I realise he landed beside the knife.

"What?" He chokes, and I nod tears at the brims of my eyes.

"When Aris led me to your rooms from the vents, I was terrified to meet you, but somehow, I managed to persuade you to leave WICKED and I fell inlove with you almost straight away, I've never looked back. I've never wanted any other boy the way I want you." I continue to talk as a few tears fall from my eyes, and Newt now stands up with the knife, his step staggering as he approaches me, but I suddenly see Thomas, Frypan, Minho and Gallys shadows about to turn round our corner, so I take a few footsteps towards Newt as he stands and stares, either fighting the flare really well or it's about to take over for good.

as I step closer, Newt opens his arms for a hug, and I can't help but do it, crank or not. I just confessed my love for him.

as he wraps my arms around my waist, I momentarily forget he has the knife until it gets plunged into my lower stomach before pulling out, and I step away with my mouth hanging open, clutching the knives enterance wound as blood pours from it.

"y/n!" I hear frypan scream, but it's too late, I've passed out.

I wake up in a small hut with a curtain as a door confused, where the fuck am I?

I quickly go to sit up, but I let out a huge groan as a pain shoots from my lower stomach, so I decide to take it slower and once I'm sitting up, I kick my legs off the bed and stand up, grabbing onto the wall for support before I slowly make my way out the room.

Okay, where the actual fuck am I.

there's tons of people here, mainly people my age or younger who are all walking around, there's huts, there's hammocks and there's even Gardens.

Gardens. Newt.

Newt.

the thought of his name brings a huge pain towards my stomach, and I groan and almost double over, but Aris sees me and rushes over.

"You're up!?" He exclaims and I nod confused.

"Where are we?" I ask, my throat suddenly feeling incredibly dry as though those three words took away all my willpower.

"The safe haven, a real one this time." He answers, gently grabbing my wrist as he begins to steer me to what seems like a kitchen, and when we walk in, frypan is cooking up dishes.

"Morning shuckface." He says with a small smile as he raises his eyes momentarily to fall onto me.

"How long have I been out for?" I ask and both Aris and Frypan shrug.

"A week or so? Newt got banned from your hut because he was constantly in there speaking to you, Vince thought he was gonna wake you up." Frypan answers, and my eyes almost bulge out my head

"Newt?" I gasp, and they both nod, confused.

"After you passed out, Thomas managed to give him the cure. It worked quite quickly, except there's still dark veins in places." Aris tells me before pointing over at Frypan.

"Can y/n get some water and a sandwich or something?" Aris asks, and Frypan nods, turning around and rummaging around in his make shift kitchen.

I sit alone at the edge of the beach, eating my sandwich and ever so often taking a few sips of water.

"How was the sleep?" The all too familiar voice of Newt asks with a slight laugh as he sits down beside me, but I don't turn to look at him, because the last time I saw him I confessed to him only to get a knife plunged into my stomach.

"Fine." I respond and listen, I'm not too pissed about the knife thing, I'm just scared in case he can remember what I told him.

"Nobody ever told me that turning into a Crank means getting memories back." He sighs, and I turn to look at him, Frypan was right, there is still some dark veins, but it's better than what he looked like as a crank.

"All of them?" I ask, and he nods.

"I remembered Sonya from your maze is my little sister, only her name was Elizabeth back then." He first of all starts, and I gasp slightly.

"I remember every shank from my Glade before we got sent up." He begins listing little things that must mean a lot to remember.

"I remember you." He then states, and I gasp a bit.

"we would've been held separately. How can you remember me?" I ask.

"Minho, Alby, Thomas, Teresa, and I used to all sneak into a maintenance closet somewhere in the WICKED building. One day, we walked in, and there you were, as innocent as ever eating a chocolate bar." Newt tells me and we both laugh slightly.

"From that day forward, you joined us every night in the closet, and I knew from the very first moment I saw you that I'd do whatever I could to protect you." He goes onto say before frowning.

"But I couldn't. You told me you loved me, and i stabbed you." He mutters, and my eyes widen.

for fuck sake did he need to keep those memories?

"we don't need to talk about that Newt, you got the cure, and you're fine, and my stomach is healing. It wasn't your fault." I say as I reach one of my hands over and grab his hand with mine giving it a small squeeze which he returns.

"I tried so hard to fight the flare, even momentarily to tell you that I love you too, tell you that from that closet I knew it was always gonna be you." He tells me, and I look into his eyes, really confused, what did he just say.

he loves me too?

he's joking.

he has to be.

maybe he still has the flare.

"What?" I finally ask, and he nods.

"I love you y/n, I always have." He states, and I smile widely.

"I love you too!" I exclaim, and he kisses me, being gentle with the movements to not hurt my stomach.

[ian-gallagher-is-hot]

"Angel," he calls me, does he know that I'm falling from a precipice that I tripped off long ago?

"You're so pure," he says. Does he know, I'm forsaken? The original sinner, but soon you'll know.

[cherie-luvv]

- Crank Newt moodboard 🫶🏻!

[taylor9736]

The way you make me feel

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Newt x fem!reader

The Glade was alive with the hum of its daily rhythm: tools clinking, runners darting to and from the Maze, and the faint aroma of Frypan’s stew wafting from the kitchen. But Newt couldn’t focus on any of it. His attention was glued to Y/N, who stood by the gardens, sleeves rolled up and dirt smudged across her cheek.

“Oi, Newt!” Minho’s voice snapped him out of his trance. “You planning to help or just stare at her all day?”

Newt’s face turned a deep crimson as he shoved Minho playfully. “Shut it, shank.”

But Minho wasn’t wrong. Y/N had a way of capturing Newt’s attention without even trying. She was fearless, kind, and the only person who could make him forget about the Maze's dangers for a while.

As if sensing his gaze, Y/N turned, a soft smile gracing her lips. “You’re just going to stand there, or are you going to help me with these weeds?”

Newt cleared his throat, trying to play it cool. “Thought you had it covered.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow. “Not if you keep distracting me.”

Minho laughed from a distance, clearly enjoying Newt’s flustered state.

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Later that evening, the Gladers gathered around the fire for their usual storytelling session. Y/N sat beside Newt, the warmth of the flames making her cheeks glow.

“Alright, lovebirds,” teased Gally, a mischievous grin on his face. “How about a story from you two?”

“We’re not—” Newt began, but Y/N cut him off with a playful nudge.

“Fine. Once upon a time, there was a boy who couldn’t stop blushing around a girl,” Y/N said, shooting a cheeky glance at Newt.

Newt groaned, burying his face in his hands as the Gladers erupted in laughter.

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Later that night, after the others had gone to sleep, Newt and Y/N found themselves sitting on the Homestead steps.

“You really enjoy embarrassing me, don’t you?” Newt asked, though there was no real annoyance in his voice.

“Maybe,” Y/N said with a soft laugh. “But I think it’s sweet.”

Newt looked at her, his usual confidence replaced with a rare vulnerability. “You think I’m sweet?”

Y/N reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I do. And for the record, I think you’re pretty incredible, too.”

Newt’s heart raced, and for the first time, he didn’t try to hide the blush creeping up his neck. “Well, you make me feel that way.”

And under the stars, amidst the chaos of the Glade, Newt finally realized that maybe—just maybe—things weren’t so bad as long as Y/N was by his side.

[aaandbackstabbed]

[at Goldie’s funeral]

Scrooge: could I just have a moment alone with her

Other guest: yes of course.

Scrooge, leaning over her casket: okay, listen here missy, I know you’re not fucking dead

Goldie: yeah no kidding dipshit

[ratboyrhio]

Mood board for my fic on Ao3- ‘The Maze Runner: The Final Stage’ about Newt living with a mutated version of the Flare that gives him venom like powers

[promisesbutnevertokeep]

Isn’t that what he wanted? Part two

part one | part two | part three

Tags: @the-flaminhos @zer0brainc3lls

Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide, Violence, character death, sad, a bit gory, guns are mentioned.

(I have quoted parts from the death cure)

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The Flare, medical name Virus VC321xb47 was a man-made disease created by the Post-Flares Coalition after the Sun Flares. The idea was to decrease the population to a point where the remaining food supplies would be steady by systematically infecting people with the virus.

However the plan had its flaws. The disease was easily able to mutate and spread, causing a pandemic, and a desperate need for a cure, or some sort of treatment to handle it because otherwise, fatalities would outnumber those born, and humanity would risk extinction.

The last city, 23:19PM, Thomas and Newt had just found and rescued Minho from the WICKED facility. And now they could be safe and happy, just the three of them reunited and Bubbles together with no WICKED to worry or run from again, right?

If only it was that easy and simple. But life’s not fair, easy or simple, they’d learnt that the hard way.

They ran together, trying to reach the tunnels to join everyone as they went to evacuate the progressively breaking city.

Newt, however, fell behind. He couldn’t keep up, his body slowly deteriorated as the virus moved up further. Blackened, dying veins made their way up to his porcelain skin, making his features look like cracking pottery. He coughed and moved against a wall, struggling.

The others were long gone, but Thomas stayed put. He was struggling to walk or support his frame, the black liquid spilling his mouth “Tommy.. please.. I..”

It seemed like a light switch, flicked on every time the flare took a hold of Newt, he’d become aggressive and seem more like a monster. Thomas tried to grab him to carry him to the others but he pushed him away, grabbing the gun from him, more of that vile liquid spilling, he pointed it at the boy he did love so so dearly. Then the switch flicked off and he noticed what he was doing, instantly turning the barrel to face himself. He hated this creature inside him.

The brunette pushed him down, taking the gun off him so he couldn’t hurt himself. Newt frantically took his capsule necklace off, almost snapping it “Take it..” he said breathlessly, barely audible. Thomas was trying to calm him but his attempts were futile.

That switch was flicked on once more.

“TAKE IT!” He yelled at Thomas desperately, snatching his hand to give him it. He tried to find Thomas’ eyes for some clarification he was real. The switch turned off “Tommy.. please do it..” the eyes Thomas found utter comfort in we’re now pleading him to pull the trigger.

Thomas refused.

“Kill me Tommy, if you’ve ever loved me, kill me, please.” The blonde begged, the pleas became more intense “KILL ME! Please! Put me out my misery before I become like them! I don’t wanna become one..” he sobbed, he was quite literally begging for death. For that sick, twisted peace he’d sought for many years before on the maze walls. The pain he felt currently, brought back those all too familiar feelings of loneliness and despair.

Thomas refused once more.

“Do it! Kill me or I kill you!”

“Newt…”

“Do it before I become one of them!”

“KILL ME!” And then newt’s eyes cleared, filled with a familiarity, a last gasp of sanity and the aggression stopped, voice soft “please Tommy please.”

And then with his heart falling into the black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

He felt guilty the second he heard the gunshot. He couldn’t even find the tears to cry, he’d just killed the one he loved, Newt, the one he did all this for, he’d just killed him.

The last city, 23:57PM, Thomas and Minho sat over the cold, cold corpse of their beloved friend. Minho closed Newt’s eyes to make it more peaceful for him, like he was sleeping.

There was movement in Newt’s satchel, a small fluffy cat crawled out, walking to her owner in confusion. The poor thing didn’t understand what had happened to her friend. She pawed at Thomas. After noticing that he was crying, she realised.

Her owner was dead.

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right so the bubbles mention at the end, I feel so bad for doing that I’d like to formally apologise to specifically @the-flaminhos and @zer0brainc3lls I will get some fluffy Bubbles content for you seen.

[bellzsad]

the fact that one of the only reasons as to why newt turned into a crank so quickly was because of the amount of stress he was under.

[snickerdoodlesart]

Scug selection screen concept sketches featuring ocs Maybe someday they'll be real.

[law-autumnbow]

more tmr memes I made

[star--anon]

hc that the Flare also invokes the desire to create open wounds in others.

it'd fit the theme of Mutated Population Control Virus. The Flare is just doing what it was designed to do: kill people via blood loss. It just mutated into something much, much worse.

Cranks lose their sense of self to the increasing bloodlust of the Flare

[i-dont-know-anything-anymore]

The Maze Runner + Text Posts

[byler-twitter-escapee]

Guys I’m doing my English GCSE speaking exam next week and I can’t decide if it’s a good idea to do ‘why i consider Newt’s death a tragedy’ or not :/

[taylor9736]

Newt: The Death Cure

[f0linasahl0]

SPOILERS FOR THE MAZE RUNNER MOVIES (if applicable)

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okay so i don't know how many people on here talk about the maze runner but i just rewatched the series and looking back at the plot and all, i think i noticed something i never noticed before.

so janson has thomas to and talk to him in that interview room (and sure he does it with all the new escapees and asks them questions and they made that into a little trailer thing) but i was thinking about. it.

if i remember correctly, in the third movie in a flashback he realizes giving the WICKED compound coordinates and things to the right arm would get him in trouble so he talks to teresa but the guards find them and drag him away.

one of those guards is janson.

i just had the thought that MAYBE janson had thomas talk to him and "ask for his opinion on wicked" could've been a cover to see if he recognized him and he didn't.

honestly it might be a stretch but like that's so interesting to me if that's what he did.

anyway i love those movies despite some issues/plot holes they might have. 😭😭