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fossntwriter · 4 years ago

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More than Life Itself

Newt x reader

Summary: the reader was taken by WCKD when Minho was and Newt’s determined to get her back, but it will take a little convincing

You honestly didn’t know how long it had been since you last saw your friends, but you did know that it was a long time ago. When you were with them, you felt happy and safe for the most part (when you weren’t running for your lives) but it’s been months since you’ve felt anything but hopelessness and despair.

You were only in the glade for a couple of months before Thomas came up and figured a way out with Minho. But, in those short months, Newt and you became best friends. You were practically inseparable all throughout the maze and the scorch, up until you were taken by WCKD with Minho. You wondered if he missed you as much as you missed him. You hoped your friends would come for you, but you also knew that if they did-it would be incredibly dangerous. You didn’t want to get your hopes up in case they never came or didn’t make it.

You wanted to know more than anything that they were safe though. You would give anything to know that they were alive and okay. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t ever find out unless they or the right arm finally helped you escape from the clutches of WCKD.

You thought you were safe at the right arm. You thought you were finally going to live a happy and somewhat normal life. But nothing lasts forever. You knew that. But when you arrived at the camp where people from the right arm were going to help you, you finally found a sense of safety and security. You were finally going to live your life with your friends and the boy you loved.

You remembered when you first found out that he loved you.

It was one of those nights in the glade where you just couldn’t sleep. Your brain was still wondering what your life was like before the maze. Did you have any siblings? What did your parents look like? You lied wide awake in your hammock just thinking about what the outside world is like and why you were taken here. You were restless and getting bored of just laying there, so you decided to take a walk to burn off some energy and hopefully get to sleep soon.

You started to quietly walk around the glade, enjoying the silence of it at night. It was peaceful for once. Until you heard the screeches of a greiver from inside the walls of the maze. It wasn’t a sound you were really afraid of anymore after having spent a couple of weeks in the glade already, but it did send shivers down your spine just thinking about the deadly creatures.

You just tried to ignore the sounds and continue walking, letting your feet guide you. You somehow winded up in the homestead. You decided to just sit in there and try to enjoy the peace and quiet. A little while later, a certain blonde-haired boy walked the stairs and let out a startled (but still quiet) noise upon seeing somebody on the main floor at this time of night. But he quickly calmed down when he saw that it was you.

“(y/n)? What are you doing up at this hour?” He asked curiously.

You looked at him and shrugged, “Just thinking.”

“About?...” He prompted as he took a seat on the floor next to you.

“What my life was like. I just want to know what my family looked like. And why I’m here.Why I was sent here. I want to know what my life would be like right now, if I was still with my family. Ya know? I don’t even know what they look like. I just want a moment with them, to meet them.”

Newt nodded, having thought the same thing before about his family. “I get it.”

You nodded and looked at him. “What are you doing up at this hour?”

He shrugged, “Just restless. My body won’t let me bloody sleep.”

“Want to do something?” You asked, “Maybe doing something will help us sleep.”

“Like what?” He asked.

“Like a game. Pictionary?”

He let out a small laugh, “Sure. Why the bloody hell not.”

You giggled and got up, starting to rummage through droors as quietly as you could, looking for paper and a pencil of some sort.

Moments later you came back and started to draw. Newt wasn’t even watching the paper though, he was watching you. A look of awe on his face as he admired your beauty. He found himself staring at you a lot. You were just so bloody beautiful to him, and you tried to stay positive even though being in the glade can seem hopeless at times. He admired your passion to help others. You were genuinely kind and cared about everyone. Even Gally liked you.

“Newt.” You snapped your finger in front of his face, letting him out of his trance. You had a smile on your face as you realized he was staring at you, and Newt blushed at having been caught.

“Oh sorry.” He said, scratching the back of his neck, nervously.

“Why were you looking at me instead of the paper?” You asked obliviously, letting out a small giggle.

His heart fluttered at the sound, it was the most gorgeous sound he’s ever heard.

“Umm, I-I was...” He stumbled over his words as his blush grew darker, and stopped talking when he heard you giggle again. An adorable smile graced his face at the sound again.

He looked down at your drawing on the paper, and saw two people holding hands with a heart drawn between them.

He looked back up at you, “Hey, (y/n)?”

“hmm?” You asked, wondering what he was going to ask you.

“I just- I wanted to tell you something.”

“Okay,” You said kindly, “What is it?”

“I- I, um, I just w-wanted to say that, I l-love you.” He stuttered out, obviously sounding scared to tell you that.

You were taken aback, not expecting to ever hear the words you wanted him to say, but here you were. You were so shocked, that you forgot how to breath for a second as all air left your lungs. Newt let out a cough of nervousness, which seemed to bring you to your senses and say something back.

“Wow.” You breathed out. Newt didn’t know what to make of the reaction. He was nervous that that was all you had said, and for sure that you were going to reject him, until he saw a bright smile take over your shocked face.

“I love you too.”

He let out a laugh of disbelief and ran a hand through his hair, ecstatic that you felt the same way. Without thinking, he leaned over and kissed you.

And you kissed him back.

Your thoughts of him were broken by the sound of your door opening, and a WCKD doctor stepping in. He didn’t bother to say anything to you, knowing that you were probably in no mood to talk to him-since you never were.

You closed your eyes and tried to forget you where here, in this building, with these awful people who seemed to not give damn about how you felt. You hated it here. They didn’t give you a choice in anything. They did whatever they pleased and they did it whenever they wanted to do it. You let a tear slip out of your eye and felt it as it rolled down your cheek. You were miserable here. Put through hell everyday. You’ve never wished so badly to die. WCKD had broken down your spirits and normally positive behavior, but because of them-you had lost all hope. You wanted out of this place. You were not treated like a real human. To them, you were a subject. You were their subject to experiment on you with. To take your blood. To sacrifice you slowly to find a cure.

When you first got here, you put up a fight. You would punch or slap anyone that tried to get near you or tried to stick a needle in you. Eventually, they strapped you down to the white bed in your gray room so they could conduct their experiments without you harming them. As time went on, you stopped fighting. Losing the energy to do so. You were hardly let out of your room. You got two small meals a day and a bathroom break only once.

The doctor ignored the tears silently rolling down your face and continued on with his work as he got a needle ready to draw more of your blood. You felt the needle being inserted into your arm, and you wanted to punch the guy so badly, but you couldn’t because of your restraints. And even if the restraints weren’t there, you weren’t sure you could properly kick the doctor’s ass considering how weak you had gotten over the months of being trapped here.

You just wanted to die. You’ve never wanted to die before, but now you would rather die 100 times than stay here and be treated like this.

But you couldn’t do anything about it. It was hopeless.

As soon as the doctor left, you let out a breath of relief. Thankful that you could finally be alone again, but still unhappy.

You tried to get some sleep considering you haven’t really done too much of that since arriving.

It was only a couple of moments later that your door opened and in walked someone you never thought you would see again in your life.

Newt.

You gasped. “Newt!” You said, sounding relieved, and pulling on the bindings that held you down.

“Oh thank bloody goodness.” Newt said when he saw you. He made his way over to you quickly, a small, happy but yet worried smile on his face.

“H-How did you get in here?” You asked with hope in your voice that you would finally escape with the boy you loved with your entire heart.

“Long story, no time to explain.” He headed right to the droor where there were scissors so he could cut the bindings holding you.

While he rummaged through the droor full of things to find them, you tried to struggle your way out a little more but soon gave up because you knew it was useless.

“Did you find Minho?” You asked.

“Minho?” He asked confused.

“Your best friend, Minho. He was taken along with me.” You told him suspiciously. How could he forget his best friend?

“Oh right. Minho.” He said, his voice void of any emotion as he finally found the scissors and started to walk back over to you. “I almost forgot about him.” He laughed nervously.

This was not your Newt. He would never forget about any of his friends, especially if they were in danger.

“Stop!” You shouted at him, and Newt stopped in his tracks. “You’re not him! You’re not the real Newt!”

Then you heard a voice come over the speaker, “Test for subject A11 completed.” You had a look of confusion on your face, but then when you looked back over to where Newt was, his appearance started to change into one of a WCKD doctor.

You let out a sob as you realize that you were right. This was fake. It was all a test to see if you could figure out that it wasn’t really Newt, and that you weren’t actually going to be saved.

You let out a sob of despair as the doctor that was once disguised as Newt walked out of the room. All the hope you had just had moments ago, shattered into a million pieces as you were left in the awful room by yourself once again.

That was a couple of weeks ago. You didn’t think you could’ve ever not trusted WCKD anymore, but after that test, you didn’t trust anything you saw or heard.

Not even when you heard gunshots from outside of your room. You kept staring at the ceiling of the horrid place you have been at for what felt like years.

When the door to your room opened, you didn’t even look at whoever stepped in, already knowing it was a doctor to put you through your daily hell.

“(Y/n)?” You heard a voice. His voice.

“Not again.” You whispered as you began to cry. “I can’t do this again!” You shouted and started to pull at the bindings with the little strength you had left.

Newt was taken aback by your reaction. Not again. I can’t do this again. What did that mean? He cautiously walked over to you. He wanted to hug you and kiss you but clearly WCKD did something to you, and he knew he couldn’t yet.

What did they do to you? He wondered. He thought you would be at least a little happy when you saw him, but you were laying there with tears trickling down your cheeks and trying to squirm away from him the best you could.

Seeing you like this broke his heart.

“(Y/n/n). It’s me. It’s Newt.” He said, voice cracking with sympathy at your tired and terrified state. You had bags under your eyes and your skin was paler than he remembered it being. You were looked skinnier too.

“No! Stop!” You shouted at him as you continued to stop, “Don’t come any closer!”

Tears started to well up in Newt’s eyes at her reaction to him.

“Please.” She whispered in defeat. “I know it’s not him. I know it’s not actually Newt.”

“What?” He asked disbelievingly. He was confused. What did they do to you to make you think it wasn’t him. To make you this terrified of him coming any closer to you.

Then Thomas came into the room with Minho in tow. They both looked shock at how much you were crying and trying to get away from Newt. When the say the confused and heartbroken look on Newt’s face, they knew that WCKD must have done something to you.

Thomas tried to convince you as well. “(y/n), it’s us. It’s really us. I promise.”

“Don’t give me hope if you’re just going to take it away again. Please. I can’t do this anymore.”

All of their hearts broke upon hearing what you had just said.

“How can we prove it to you?’ Newt asked quietly.

You thought for a second, trying to calm down enough. A little flicker of hope sparked inside of you at hearing the genuine concern in his voice for you. Maybe it was him? Maybe it was actually your friends this time. You wanted to know for sure. “Tell me something only you would know.” You told who you hoped was actually Newt when you started to stop crying.

He thought for a moment, trying to think of something that happened between the two of you. Then he remembered.

He slowly, walked to where you were, Thomas and Minho watching him cautiously, hoping whatever he was going to say was going to work.

“Back in the glade, there was a night where neither of us could sleep.” He began, and you listened intently. “You and I sat on the floor in the homestead, telling each other why we couldn’t sleep. Then you said that we should play pictionary together, to have something to do. So we did. You started drawing but I wasn’t even looking at the paper because I was too busy looking at how beautiful you looked. You asked me why I was staring at you and that’s when I told you that I loved you. It took you a couple of seconds to say it back, but you did.”

Tears started to form in your eyes, but not of sadness and fear this time, but because he was actually there. It was him. It was the real Newt. The real Thomas and the real Minho. The Newt dug around in his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. When he unfolded it, you saw the two people you drew with a heart.

“I kept it.” He whispered.

“Oh my god, it’s actually you.” You breathed out and started sobbing with happiness this time.

Newt looked so happy and relieved that you finally believed him. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I won’t ever let them hurt you again.”

And then he kissed you. It had been months and months since you’ve felt his lips on yours and it felt just as loving as you remembered. You kissed him back right away. As soon as he broke the kiss, you two just looked at each other, finally taking in the details of each others faces in for the first time in was seemed like a lifetime.

“I love you.” You told him.

“I love you more than life itself.”

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magnoliabloomfield · 3 years ago

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Afterlife Part 4

Madison showed up even though he didn’t need bandages anymore. He looked up at her awaiting an explanation, noting how she seemed a bit nervous today. He got the impression he always intimidated her, but this was different. Her hand smoothed over the pocket of her pants as if she were checking for something.

“Fontain is doing some checkups today, so he sent me to start your PT,” she explained as she stood by his bed, lacing her fingers together.

“PT?”

“Physical therapy,” she clarified.

“I’ll pass,” he said firmly, hoping she wouldn’t challenge him.

“I’m afraid that’s not an option,” she told him. “See, Doctor Fontain is kind of like my boss. He tells me what I need to do and I have to do it. That’s how we keep things running around here.”

“He’s your keeper?” Gally blurted without much thought.

“My what?” She asked, her face scrunching up a bit like she didn’t care for that word.

Gally shook his head. “Nothing, never mind.”

Deep down he couldn’t quite shake his old ways of following rules and keeping order. It probably wasn’t anything big so he might as well let her get it over with so she could say she’d done her job.

“Fine, what do I have to do?” he asked and watched her face light up in surprise and relief.

“Well, we’re just going to go for a little walk,” she said sounding a bit chipper.

Gally however slumped his shoulders. “I thought I’d just have to do some breathing exercises or something, not go anywhere.”

Madison eased herself into her usual seat beside his bed. “You can’t exactly live in the infirmary, Gally,” she said softly. “After three years in a maze, don’t you want to see what’s outside of it?”

“Pass.”

She gave a small huff. “Fine. I hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but if you come with me I’ll answer any questions you want to ask me about Wicked.”

He looked over at her and tried to hide his curiosity with skepticism. “What makes you think I care?”

“Because you’re still upset about something. You can’t be upset if you don’t care,” she pointed out. “And the fact that you’re still here. You haven’t walked out or… you are in a room with a lot of sharp objects…” she cocked her head meaningfully. “So I have to believe you’re still holding on to something.”

Gally felt a hot rush of anger. He didn’t like being psychoanalyzed, he didn’t like someone telling him things about himself like they were facts. Especially when there was so much he didn’t know about himself to begin with.

“You don’t know the first thing about me,” he said as he started to sit up on his own, glaring her down and seeing her look more nervous. “You don’t know what I went through, or what I’ve done. If you did, you wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I told Fontain already! I didn’t deserve to be saved!”

He put his feet on the floor, sitting facing her now, seeing her look down and bite her lip, sinking back into her chair away from him.

She was very tense but she carefully lifted her eyes back up to his, despite how he was scaring her she looked at him with empathy. “I don’t believe that,” she said quietly with an earnestness that stabbed at his heart.

“I don’t care what you believe!” He yelled so angrily she jumped. She tried to push her chair back probably to get up and run away and he couldn’t blame her, but he grabbed the arm rests and pulled it closer to him. He was going to convince her once and for all that he was beyond saving and kindness. His chest burned but he didn’t stop yelling at her.

“Because here’s what I know. I’m the guy who tried to string up two kids for the monsters in the maze to kill hoping they’d leave us alone after that. I’m the guy who tried to keep everyone from leaving, and the monsters came for all of us anyway,” he was amping up as he went on because the worst part was coming up and he deserved to feel pain as he confessed this sin. “I’m the guy who aimed a gun at the kid who got everyone out, but when I pulled the trigger- and I did pull the trigger, he’s not the one that ended up dead. I shot a kid younger than everyone, a stupid little kid that hadn’t done anything,” his voice began to break and he felt his throat getting tight, felt the tears sting his eyes. He wished it hadn’t come to this. “A kid I actually… really liked.”

He couldn’t help but break down crying, like a real baby, like he had never done before. He let go of her chair and buried his face in his hands as his chest was painfully racked with sobs. He was leaning over her lap since he had pulled her chair in but there wasn’t much he could do about that now. He knew that any second now she’d finally push the chair back and make a break for it. He’d probably never see her again. That’s what he was trying for in the first place.

He felt her hands, one resting on the back of his head and the other on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” her soft voice reached him over his own noise. “I’m so sorry.”

Somehow receiving comfort managed to make him feel worse, but he indulged in it all the same. The broken human being doesn’t care about what they deserve when faced with what they need. The drowning man gasps for air, the man in the desert drinks whatever water he finds, and the wounded seek relief from pain.

She gave him a moment where she didn’t ask anything of him, just let him sit there in his feelings. She didn’t pull away, she didn’t wait awkwardly for him to stop, she just stayed there with her hands on him, her thumbs occasionally stroking him.

“Gally,” she finally said, her voice sounding thick. She slid the hand resting on his head down, probably to coax him to look up at her, but he snatched her hand in his and held it. She let him but also kept talking. “Gally, listen to me. I am sorry that happened, I am. But I know you didn’t want to do it.”

She took her hand off his shoulder and reached into her pocket, the one she had touched earlier, and pulled something out. He looked up, wondering what it could be. He ran his free hands over his face to try and wipe away the tears that blurred his vision. She held out what looked like a computer chip with a long ribbon like tail. He released her other hand to examine this item.

“You weren’t the only one in your head,” she explained.

She turned and pointed to the back of her neck where a thin pink scar was.

“Wicked put them in all of us,” she went on after she turned back to him. “This is how they kept me from doing anything to stop them. How they made me… hold still. I think it may explain why you did some of the things you did.”

He reached up and touched the back of his own neck finding a thin line of sensitive skin. “That’s not possible,” he murmured. “They can’t do that. You’re making it up,” he told her, refusing to believe, refusing relief.

Now she looked angry and her eyes got darker as they pooled with tears that were no longer for him.

“You know how I told you they kept me in a lab?” she asked him, her jaw getting tight.

“In the genetics department,” Gally parroted what Fontain had told him.

“Yes, in the genetics department,” She confirmed. “Do you know what they do in the genetics department?”

He had a thought but he couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth and say it.

“They try and figure out where the immunity comes from, because if they find that they may find the cure,” she went on to answer her own question. “They wanted to figure out if an immune person would pass that immunity on. If so, which parent passed it on? And was there a stage in the pregnancy where the mother started producing that specific gene, whatever it was that created immunity.”

Gally felt the tears on his face turn ice cold.

Her lips trembled. “There were 19 girls there, one of each age. If they didn’t have the flare already they were given it. They studied each of us to see when either the virus started to take over, or when our immunity kicked in. The Flare is in your head. The harder your brain works, the more stress you’re under, the faster you slip away until you’re gone. Gone, not dead. I was the oldest one to survive, so they… wanted to see if I could pass immunity on.”

She looked down at her lap where she had sandwiched her hands between her thighs.

“It, uh, it didn’t go so well, for them or me, so… they just tossed me out like garbage with the rest of the dead kids from their studies,” she took a breath and let it out slowly through her mouth before she looked back up at him, an unwarranted hint of shame in her expression. “You want to tell me that I just let them do that to me?”

Gally looked down and swallowed hard. Of course the answer was no. As far as he knew he hadn’t experienced anything that invasive. He didn’t feel upset with her anymore, now he was angry for her too, he hated what they did. He understood why she’d want to forget that.

He was surprised when she was the one that reached out to him, her small hand warm on his arm and oddly familiar.

“I don’t care what you did,” she said as he stared down at her hand. “Wicked did terrible things to you, I can’t judge you for anything you did then. I only care about what you do now. I want you to know that you did not deserve to go through that and you deserved to be saved just as much as anybody else.”

He kept his head down and gently shook it, still reluctant to forgive himself despite what she had told him. She seemed to sense his doubt and squeezed his arm a little.

“But if I can’t convince you of that, then I want you to stop thinking about what you deserve and start thinking about what your friends deserve, and what Wicked deserves. Live to get justice for them, live to bring down Wicked, live as long as it takes to get someone else what they deserve.”

He lifted his head and found her blue eyes full of hope searching his face. He couldn’t help thinking she might be on to something there. He could live to raise hell for Wicked, and if he went down with them what would it matter? They’d already saved him so what if he actually did something with his second life?

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“How did it go?” Fontain asked eagerly when he saw Madison approaching him.

She answered by burying her face in his chest and crying on his least torn shirt. Not a good sign. He rubbed her back soothingly. “What happened?”

“He yelled at me, and he scared me, and I feel so bad for him,” she sobbed.

Fontain furrowed his brows, thrown off by that plot twist. He sat Madison down and through tears and snot she told him everything. He hated to see her in distress but he couldn’t help but smile. In a world where people slipped further and further into inhumanity and madness he felt blessed to see a person so thoroughly human as Madison, someone still willing to feel the things that hurt. Someone who would share your pain rather than be happy it wasn’t their problem.

The kind of person Gally needed.

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Gally lay in his bed in the infirmary for the last night. Madison hadn’t taken him out on that walk, but said she would tomorrow. He knew he had scared her, and after she stuck around and tried to make him feel better he felt guilty about it. He was surprised she had been willing to come back at all, so he decided he’d behave better and not freak her out so much.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what she had said, about what he could do with his life, and he was really curious about what opportunities there were for bringing down Wicked. Tomorrow he would leave the infirmary for good and see the world outside the maze. If he was lucky he might even find his place in it.

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