#yn x newt

[la-gotica-fantasma]

visions

characters - newt x gn!reader

setting - the safe haven (i just love the angst of being okay but stuck in a time you weren't. that, and i love writing newt to be okay.)

word count - 645 (SHORT AS HELLLL)

warnings - hallucinations, blood/gore, panic attack, slight cussing

summary - You've been hallucinating lately, from just little things like smells or sounds to the faces of the people you lost on the way to this newfound home of yours. Newt finds you struggling and comforts you (as best he can).

authors notes - been hallucinating a little more recently so i just thought this one up.

It was just supposed to be a break, you just wanted a break from people.

Everyone has seemingly expected you to be back to how were in the Glade, but you've changed.

You sat on your cot, taking in whatever alone time you could get.

But you didn't feel alone. You didn't seem alone. You sat with that dreadful feeling.

The strong smell of something burning filled your nose, but you knew it wasn't real, you knew it was just another one of those hallucinations you've been having.

The sound of buzzing began crowding the room, another hallucination.

They stayed there for a few minutes, you were already overwhelmed from before, these were not helping whatsoever.

But you're strong. Nothing you can't handle, right?

Until the image of Alby appears beside you, only for a split moment, but so realistic it was like you could reach out and touch him.

You turned away from where you saw the glimpse of him, only for your eyes to find what looked like a pool of blood, crawling towards you.

This was all becoming too much.

You snap your head back to where it was before.

Alby. Zart. Stephen. Chuck. Ben. Jeff. Winston. Nick. Teresa.

All appearing in a carousal-like manner.

They disappeared just as quick as they had come, but that didn't shake the feeling they left.

Tears rushed to your eyes just as guilt had reached your mind.

Frantically grabbing at your shins, scooting quickly across your cot to the wall.

Your lungs felt like they were getting too much air and not enough simultaneously, making your breathing erratic. Your hands felt tingly and numb, you felt numb, but you also felt nothing alike to numb, all at once. It felt like the world was too big and your hut far too small.

You thought you heard a knock, but you couldn't trust what you may have heard.

The knock came again, then a heavily accented voice, "[Name]?" Damnit.

You would have gotten up and pretended nothing was wrong, but you felt like you couldn't move.

You were stuck.

"Love, I can tell something's wrong, I can hear you sniffling from here. I'm going to come in and immediately shut the door, okay?" He kept true to his word, opening the door as little as he could to slip through the crack, and immediately shutting the door after himself.

Turning around from the door he rushed over to you like he never had to do something more, wrapping his arms around you and letting your head rest on his chest.

"Hey, hey [Name], c'mon we gotta try and fix that bloody breathin' of ya's." Hugging you a little tighter, but careful not to hurt you or discomfort you.

"C'mon just breathe with me- you're okay, I'm here, nothing bad'll happen. Just follow my breathing, please." He tried his best to sound held together, but seeing you break made it harder for him to stay as calm as he wished to.

Your breathing began to slow, but your mind was still in the same place it was moments prior.

"I saw them- I saw them Newt. I see them everywhere I go." You trembled.

"Saw who, love?" Newt urged.

"Everyone we've lost."

The morbidity was palpable.

"I can't stop hallucinating-" Choked sobs escape as you turn and hide yourself in arms. "Every night, every damn night is a fight" Another sob.

His arms slightly repositioning, to let you know he was still listening.

"I'm exhausted- I'm tired. I just want it to stop." You were pleading at this point.

"I- I can't take it away, but I'm here, whether you want it or not. I'm here and I won't leave, I promise. And we'll work through it, okay?" He was mumbling by now, saying whatever he thought would help soothe whatever was happening.

"Okay."

[dreamy29]

Midnight thoughts: Newt Scamander

Newt walked back to his room, his mind and his heart racing. The image of you, with his shirt on, the nifflers all around you, was repeating over and over in his head.

Unable to forget the sight, he slowly got into bed, not bothering to change into pajamas. He laid down on his back, looking at the ceiling, the image of you in his shirt forever stuck in his mind.

Just friends...

Newt whispered to himself, closing his eyes. He tried to think of other things, of the hippogriff on the Hogwarts school grounds that he needed to examine, but no matter what he did the image of you wearing his shirt, nifflers around you, kept running through his mind.

Every time he tried to think of something else, it was like his thoughts always found their way back to you, to the way you looked in his shirt..

Soon enough, the image was enough to consume his mind entirely, and his own thoughts began to betray him.

How it would feel to crawl into bed next to you... To gently brush his fingertips against your skin... Run his fingers through your hair as you slept... Hold you close... Feel your warm breath against his chest...

Newt took another deep breath, his heart racing once more. He was trying desperately to control his own mind, but it was proving harder and harder. The temptation to just get up, go to your room, crawl into bed with you, hold you close, it was only getting stronger and stronger...

He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stop thinking of you, of how it would feel to press his skin against yours, how you would fit into his arms. He began to toss and turn in the bed, a war raging inside of him. Every fiber of his being screaming at him to get up and go to your room, to your bed, to hold you...

But he forced himself to stay in his own bed. He tried to distract himself, thinking about the other creatures, trying to think of anything but you. But it was no use, the thoughts of you wouldn't stop.Holding you against him, feeling your soft skin and warm breath, and hearing your soft murmurs as you slowly wake and whisper...

'Good morning, Newt'...

[inlovewhithafairytale]

The Maze Runner x Y/N

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

to me, you’re… everything

pair: Newt Scamander x reader

summery: Newt showing his love to y/n(she/her)

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Newt Scamander was never one for grand gestures. He wasn’t a man who spoke in sonnets or filled the air with flowery words. But Merlin, if he didn’t adore you with every beat of his kind, gentle heart.

You had known since the moment your eyes met that there was something soft and comforting about him. The way his messy curls fell into his eyes, those brilliant blue-green orbs full of wonder and kindness, and how he carried himself with a quiet grace, like he belonged more with the creatures he tended to than with the world of wizards and witches. You could tell, even then, that this man held worlds inside him—worlds full of magic and mystery, of tenderness and patience. And now, as he moved about your shared home, you were endlessly grateful that you were part of that world too.

Newt had always been thoughtful in the most unexpected ways. He'd leave handwritten notes in the oddest of places, tucked inside your coat pocket or hidden between the pages of a book you hadn’t yet opened. They weren’t grand declarations, but simple, precious things: “I saw a bowtruckle today that reminded me of how strong you are.” Or, “You light up a room more than any Lumos spell ever could.”

Today, however, he was more bashful than usual, and you had a suspicion why. There had been murmurs of something special on the horizon—whispers of a surprise, though Newt was not one to be sneaky for very long. You found him in his usual spot, bent over one of his creatures with a furrowed brow, his hands as gentle as ever as he calmed a fidgety niffler who’d gotten itself into a bit of a tangle.

You smiled, leaning against the doorway, your heart swelling at the sight of him. He had such a soft, unspoken beauty about him. It was in the way his eyes lit up when he looked at you, how his hand would automatically reach out to rest on your lower back when you were near, as though he needed to be close to you, always.

As if sensing your presence, Newt looked up, and when he saw you, a shy smile curled at his lips. “Ah, Y/N,” he murmured, pushing his hair back in that endearing, slightly awkward way of his. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I could watch you all day and never get bored,” you teased, stepping forward until you were close enough to feel the warmth of him, close enough to smell the familiar scent of earth and parchment that clung to his clothes.

His cheeks flushed at your words, a delightful shade of pink that made him look even more endearing. “I, uh, I have something for you,” he stammered, shuffling slightly from foot to foot. His hands were suddenly fidgety, and you could tell he was working up the courage to say more. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? What is it?”

Without a word, he led you to his case—the one you knew so well by now—and opened it with a quick flick of his wand. Inside, the usual flurry of magical creatures were going about their business, but it was clear something was different. Something… softer.

It was then you saw it—a delicate little creature with pastel wings fluttering just above the ground, surrounded by flowers that you couldn’t recall being there before. Its eyes sparkled as it twirled in the air, dancing almost, and Newt turned to you, his face glowing with affection.

“I, um,” he began, “I found her a few months ago on one of my trips, and she’s been rather shy. But when I told her about you, she—well, she seemed to perk up. I thought maybe she wanted to meet you.”

Your heart melted. It wasn’t just the creature itself—although it was undeniably one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. It was Newt, the way he spoke about you to even the most timid beings, the way he found a way to show his love for you in such a subtle, meaningful way.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You’re incredible, Newt,” you whispered, moving closer to him until your hand found his. “How do you always manage to make me feel like the most special person in the world?”

He looked down, that bashful smile gracing his lips again, but this time he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in that soothing way you’d come to love. “Because you are, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice as gentle as the breeze. “To me, you’re… everything.”

The words were simple, but the sincerity behind them took your breath away. You leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling the warmth of him, the steady beat of his heart against yours. When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-closed, a contented smile on his lips.

“I love you, Newt,” you whispered, your voice full of the kind of softness reserved only for moments like this.

His eyes fluttered open, and there was a tenderness in his gaze that made your heart swell. “I love you too, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “More than words can ever say.”

And in that moment, with the magical world swirling around you, and Newt’s hand warm and steady in yours, you knew that you had found the kind of love most people could only dream of—the kind of love that was quiet and constant, full of wonder and care. It wasn’t flashy or loud, but it was real, and it was yours.

And that was all you ever needed.

[taylor9736]

Hello!

Please can I request Newt being worried for and taking care of a Reader who is injured or has a fever (whichever you want)

I just care about you

A/N: I wasn’t sure what gender you wanted, so I just did gn. I hope that’s okay!

Warnings: none really just fluff.

As they dragged their feet towards the gardens, attempting to steady their breathing, Newt noticed from across the way. He had been watching Y/N more closely for a while now, though he wasn’t always sure why. Maybe it was their stubbornness or their resilience. But today, there was something off.

"Y/N!" Newt called out, jogging over. He eyed them carefully, noting the slight paleness of their face and the way they seemed to sway with every step. “You look like bloody klunk. Are you alright?”

"I'm fine," Y/N replied, their voice hoarse and raspy. They tried to shake off his concern, giving him a faint smile. “Just a little tired. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Newt frowned. “You sure? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

"I said I'm fine," Y/N snapped, though there wasn’t much bite in their tone. More exhaustion than anything.

Newt crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Fine? You can barely stand straight. You’re not working today.”

Y/N groaned. “Newt, come on. There’s a lot to do, and—”

“And you’ll be no help if you collapse halfway through the day,” Newt interrupted, his tone firm but softening as he gently placed a hand on their shoulder. “You’re sick. You need to rest.”

Y/N looked at him, seeing the genuine concern in his eyes. It made their stubbornness waver, but only for a second. “I can manage,” they whispered, though even to them it sounded weak.

Newt sighed, rolling his eyes but smiling faintly. "You're the most stubborn shank in the whole Glade, you know that?"

Y/N gave a small, tired chuckle, which turned into a cough that shook their whole body. Newt’s hand immediately steadied them, his eyes widening in alarm.

“Alright, that’s it,” Newt said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re coming with me.”

Before Y/N could protest, Newt wrapped an arm around their waist, gently guiding them towards the Homestead. Their face flushed, not from the fever but from the close proximity. They didn’t fight him, though. Not this time.

Once they reached the Homestead, Newt helped Y/N onto one of the beds. He knelt beside them, brushing a strand of their y/h/c hair from their sweaty forehead.

“I’m getting you some water and food. Don’t even think about moving,” Newt ordered, giving them a pointed look before leaving the room.

Y/N sighed, their stubbornness still flickering inside them, but the exhaustion was winning out. They rested their head against the pillow, their y/e/c eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

A few minutes later, Newt returned with a cup of water and a small bowl of broth. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding the cup to Y/N’s lips.

“Drink,” he said softly.

Y/N obeyed, taking small sips. When they finished, Newt set the cup down and dipped a cloth in cool water, gently pressing it to their forehead.

"You didn’t have to do this," Y/N murmured, their voice weak but grateful.

Newt smiled softly, his gaze warm and kind. “Course I did. Can’t have you pushing yourself until you collapse, can I?”

Y/N smiled faintly. “You’re too nice to me.”

Newt blushed at that, his cheeks turning a light pink. “I just care about you, alright?” he muttered, focusing on dabbing the cloth against their skin.

Y/N felt their heart skip a beat. “I care about you too, Newt.”

There was a moment of silence, filled only by the distant sounds of the Glade. Newt glanced at Y/N, his expression softening even more.

“Get some rest,” he whispered, brushing his thumb gently across their cheek. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Y/N’s eyelids grew heavier as the fever and exhaustion finally caught up with them. As they drifted off to sleep, they could still feel Newt’s hand resting gently on theirs, his presence comforting and steady.

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[makethiscanon]

Cocktail Bar AU: Welcome to 'The Glade'.

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Gally, Minho & Newt with their different favourite patrons ♡

(Gally's mentions fem!reader. Minho/Newt's are purposefully vague)

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Bouncer!Gally who is just thrilled that The Glade has started hosting cocktail-making parties because he didn't have a big enough headache already.

Here comes another squealing, giddy group of girls who he just knows is going to be a problem.

... but oh, who are you? Tucked away at the back there? The others are ignoring him but that's an awfully cute smile you're sending his way.

Here, let him hold that door for you.

Oh, you are absolutely welcome, darling.

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Barman!Minho who prioritizes you, his favourite regular, no matter how busy the bar gets. Slip your pretty self onto that stool and his attention is all yours.

He likes showing off when you're near. Flipping bottles. Trick-shotting garnishes into glasses.

You better believe he's rolling up his sleeves the moment he sees you arrive.

And if he's just invented another shot to try? It's on the house for you, of course. Your opinion, and that cute wrinkle of your nose from the strong tasting liquor is the only payment he needs.

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Server!Newt who always makes sure you get the perfect table in the house when you stop by for food.

He knows your usual orders so he'll guess what you want and tease you if he gets it right.

Expect perfect service because Newt keeps an eye on you at all times. He knows when your drink is low and when it's time for your next course.

Single dining? No problem. If you're looking glum and lonely then he'll pop by to chat and keep you company.

Or if you're getting hit on by a creep who won't leave you be? Newt is straight out the door and dragging Bouncer!Gally in to deal with it.

And you better believe dessert is on the house that evening, Newt's treat.

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BONUS:

Bouncer!Gally basically adopting you after you stagger outside for some air, only for you to ask him if he'd like a drink because he must be thirsty.

Soon you're back with a water for him, and he's enjoying hearing your tipsy babblings.

He keeps an especially-alert watch on you whenever you come back outside, noticing you keep getting a little bit drunker.

Oh, he can see the opportunistic guys prowling near you, alright. Just let them try talking to you. See what happens.

And he doesn't mind in the slightest when you cling to his arm to hold yourself up. Had a bit too much to drink, sweet? Sit tight. He'll order you a taxi. No, he's not mad at you. He wants to make sure you get home safe-- of course you're welcome back anytime.

Yes, he hopes he'll see you again soon, too.

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[WRITING MASTERLIST]

[nessie-writes]

My Only Wish - Newt x Reader

a/n: This was made for a friend who adores newt way to much.

Warnings: Angst, Death, Suggestive Su!c!de.

You looked over towards the love of you life. You remembered the way his eyes always lit up like the stars once they met yours. Now that was something of the past, his eyes overtaken by pure fear and disappointment in himself.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

He sighed pulling his sleeve back down to his wrist. As much as you wanted to comfort him, you couldn't. He was going to die. And there's nothing you could do. Struggling to keep eye contact, you looked down to your feet. How much you wanted to scream. How much you wanted to swap positions with him. It had been so hard, everything had been hard. From the moment you woke up in the box, to this moment of pain and despair. No matter how much it hurt, he always comforted you. Either rubbing his thumb across your shaken hands or pulling your body into a warm hug. Yet when he needed you most, you froze. Looking away. Feeling so sorry for yourself. You blinked.

Back in your bed. Your breath had quickened, barely being able to catch it back. Trying to ignore all the horrendous images of your dead lover you counted to three as you inhaled followed by another three second exhale. Walking over to your mirror, you stared at the reflection. Was this really you? Did you deserve to be here more than him? As you lent back in annoyance, you felt the light metal tap against your chest. You forgot you were still wearing this. You put your hand over the tiny capsule, holding it as hard as you could. Hoping maybe if you had it secured enough, you'd wake up with Newt smiling by your side. You remembered the multiple times in the Maze when you would spend the night together, but not how you wish you did. Every time you looked over to his peaceful sleeping figure, it would get replaced with his dead one. Every thought and memory, ruined, infected by the scent of death.

As you fell back into your bed, you hear the voices of screaming. Though your tears and screams so much unbearably louder than the others. You closed your eyes to try to prevent your tears from over spilling. The begging and apologies falling from Newts mouth became clear as did your replies.

"Newt. It's okay, it's not your fault. "

You choked on every word, seeing blood spill from his mouth. You looked at Thomas who was getting pinned down by him, hoping he could do something. Maybe he could make Newt come back straight away, in the moment. Snapping back to reality, you opened your eyes. Nowhere was safe for you. All of your senses cursed with guilt. Why didn't you save him?

Your thoughts refused to stop thinking causing another memory to flood your brain. You smiled looking at Newt who was covered in sweat.

"Would you like any help?"

Your laughter blessed his ears as he considered your help before quickly refusing it. Another memory overtook this, you looked down to his arm. A repeated memory.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

This moment changed your life. The moment a sigh fell from his mouth you knew you had to tell him, otherwise he'd never know. He was going to die. You wanted to speak but nothing left your mouth. You couldn't comfort him, let alone tell him your feelings.

A while later the two of you were left alone once again, his face purposely avoiding yours. You hadn't spoken since he told you.

"Newt. I'm sorry. I just...I just can't lose you as well."

Tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. Newt turned to face you, he couldn't handle the sight of your face being destroyed by fear. The boy lifted your head ever so slightly, wiping away your tears. As of right now, he had no words to share. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you. Even he knew that would be harsh, to tell someone you love them, and then leave them. He wasn't stupid. He knew his chance of survival were ridiculous.

"I mean, how do I say goodbye to someone who's been with me through hell. You where there when I needed you most, so I'll be here for you."

You threw your head back, looking up to the sky, hoping it would stop the tears.

"I can't keep living like this. We can't keep living like this. We've lost so much. Why must we lose more? Let alone ourselfs."

Guilt swarmed Newts head, your pain was all his fault. He was unsure whether to comfort you or allow you to spill your thoughts. He pulled you into a hug whispering into your ear.

"It's okay, I love you so much. Don't let what happens to me change you. I want you to be happy. That's My Only Wish."

You were back into the present time. Water filled your eyes before spilling down your cheeks, you wished you could have lived how he wanted you to but you couldn't. You couldn't handle these feelings anymore. Let alone dealing with them alone. The longer you're sat here alone, the more you break Newts only wish. You wanted to see the way his face creased when he smiled, the way his eyes sparkled in front of the fire, and most of all you wanted to hear the sound of his voice telling you he loved you. You knew there was only one way to have even have the slightest chance to stop this suffering. And it was to end it all.

[budgiesunset]

Hi can you write a harriet the maze runner x fem reader please maybe with an idea of (your the only girl in group A and then a wall opens and group A and group B gets connected and then you start a relation ship with harriet) that was just a suggestion you can write about anything love its okay if not and definitely don't feel pressured to make one xx💕💕😘😊💗❤️

AN: GUESS WHOS BACK! After a few months and my birthday I have returned. Hope you like this story Anonymous and I did decide to change a few things about the plot but I hope you still enjoy and sorry for the delay

Shot || Harriet x Fem!Reader

•Warning’s• blood, guns, gunshot wound (not fatal), the flare, slight swearing, probably incorrect medical information, part where reader is in bra but it’s not descriptive, angst if you squint, not edited or proof read •Summary• After escaping the maze and the scorch you find yourself getting shot and falling for Harriet while she patches up your injury

You had just escaped WCKED and again now setting off with Jorge, Brenda, Aris and what was left of the gladers on a mission to find the right arm and to get to the safe haven.

‘We’re so close’ you thought as you got out of the car that had gotten you almost the entire way. The road was blocked by a bunch of abandoned cars several of them had been trashed

‘probably from when this all started and people were looking for supplies or ways to get out’. The thought came to you as you looked through a cracked window of an old truck.

First you heard it. It was loud and clearly a gunshot then suddenly felt a hot pinch in your arm. You felt yourself being pulled to the ground in your daze you turned around seeing Frypan looking at you concerned.

“Keep pressure on your arm” he said as he moved your un-injured arm so the you could replace his hand on your wound.

Everything happened so fast and the next thing you know your being pulled up from the ground by someone you definitely didn’t know.

She was wearing a mask and had a rifle. But she had dark brown eyes. Brown almost black hair that she had styled in twist and she had tanned skin even though you couldn’t see her face you felt like you could trust her.

After a very confusing interaction between Aris a girl named Sonya and the girl who pulled you off the ground who you learnt to be called Harriet. They agreed to take you to the Right arm.

Along the way you found yourself walking next Harriet. “How’s your arm” She questions.

“It’s okay I guess for being shot.. Hurts like hell though” you say as you lift your hand off of the injury to look at it but quickly placing it back and applying more pressure as blood starts to leak out again.

“When we arrive we can get it looked at and bandaged up.” She said looking at you then quickly looking straight again.

“Yeah that sounds good” you say. The rest of the trip was silent.

[Time Skip]

You were sitting in the med tent when Harriet entered.

“Docs busy with your friend but luckily for you I know how to fix up a gun injury.. Do you need help to remove your shirt?” she says as she lets out a breathy laugh. You just nod as she carefully removes your shirt leaving you in your bra. She then sits down on a stool using a cloth to clean around the wound.

“This is going to hurt” she says while holding a pair of tweezers so they were just hovering over the hole using her other hand to stretch out the skin. Then carefully she pulls out the bullet.

“Fuck” you mumble squeezing your eyes closed. Harriet them starts to bandage the wound on your upper arm.

“Wait here I’ll go get you a clean shirt.” She says before exiting the tent. She returns a few minutes later with a cream colored long sleeve shirt. “Here” she says holding it out to you.

“would you mind helping me?” You say looking up at her from this angle you could see just how beautiful she is, how her skin glows as she nods and how her hair falls in her face as she leans over you to help you pull the shirt on.

Her touch is warm and as she stands up you find yourself missing her warmth you both stare into each others eyes until the silence is broken.

“Dinners ready” you look over to the door of the tent to see Aris standing there looking at you both confused.

Harriet helps you stand up and guide you to a small log next to a campfire she tells you to sit before walking off and returning a few minutes later with two bowls of hot soup.

She hands you one and then sit’s down next to you and you both talk for hours. Then suddenly you hear a loud buzzing then you see a beam of light and feel a gush of wind.

Harriet acts fast grabbing her rifle then your hand and pulling you behind her as she yells out orders left and right.

You’re suddenly behind a car and all you can hear is gunshots, explosions and yelling. You cover your ears curling your knees up to your chest hiding your face in them.

Not even a minute later you feel yourself get violently yanked from the ground and then you feel it. A gun placed at your temple.

“Put your weapon down or else she dies!” The soldier yells. You start shaking your head left and right tears welling in your eyes as the barrel of the gun get pushed even closer to your temple forcing you to move your head on a diagonal so that your left ear is almost at your shoulder.

Harriet looks into your eyes before throwing her gun to the floor not even two seconds later she is being grabbed and pulled to a line up you not too far behind.

Your head gets pushed forwards and then the soldier calls out “A45” and then moves onto the next one.

You flinch when you feel something grab your hand but quickly relax when you look over and see Harriet holding onto your hand.

“It’s going to be okay.. I won’t let them hurt you” she whispers so that only you and her could hear.

[Time Skip]

After everything happened and the WCKED soldiers left taking almost half of what was left of the right arm you curled up next Harriet as she rested up against a large rock.

Your head rested on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around your waist in a protective manner as if she was scared that if she let go you would end up in the hands of WCKED just like Sonya and Aris. So that night you fell asleep in the arms of Harriet where you felt safe.

The End

[average-vibe]

19 Times

SUMMARY : You count how many times Newt drops his shovel while he plays with it.

PAIRING : Newt X Reader

WARNINGS : Use of the name ‘Love’ and unedited work

A/N : I got the idea for this from me and my bf lol

(READER POV)

I thanked Gally for the mysterious jar he offered me, graciously taking it and walking to an empty log, facing the fire and its radiating heat. Slowly sipping the rather distrusting liquid from the jar, I watched the flames ignite, the smoke float in the air, and the ash pop from the flames.

Newt staggered his way over to me slowly, and i glanced at the blonde through the corner of my eye.

“Hello, love.” his british accent said, eyes sparkling in the fires light. “Gally got you?” he joked, noticing your eyes slowly becoming glazed over with the drink.

“yeah, i guess he did.” you responded, looking at the tall boy in all of his glory. “Surprised he didn’t get you too, he seemed pretty intent on getting everyone tonight.” you commented, looking back at the fire.

“is that so?” Newt asked, taking a seat next to you.

“mhm.” you said, eyes still on the fire, occasionally throwing a twig or leaf into the flames.

You watched, out of the corner of your eye, Newt pull out his small shovel. He begun to flip in in his hands, making sure he never touched the dirty parts.

Eventually, Newt dropped the shovel onto the ground with a whispered “Klunk!”. After he picked up the tool again, he began to flip it.

2 drops. you chuckled to yourself as you looked at Newts frustrated expression. Newt looked at your smirk and glared back. “Oh, is it really that funny, love?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure is.” you responded, looking back at the fire, seemingly not paying any attention, but silently, you were waiting for him to drop it again.

“Shit!” Newt curses, dropping his shovel again, rolling his eyes at your smirking figure. “I’m pretty sure that’s 3.” you commented, nudging him with your elbow.

“Yeah, yeah, i know.” he says, picking up the new toy and flipping it some more. about 5 minutes in, he drops it, glancing at you to see if you noticed. to his dismay, you did.

“4.” you said, eyes still on the burning fire. You noticed Newt mutter something about you being a slinthead and continued flipping the shovel.

“5.” you said. “6. 7. 8. 9. 10.” you continued, saying the next number every time the silver took his the ground.

“How long are you going to keep this up, Love?” He questioned.

“Until you stop dropping it.” you reply, a mischievous look in your eyes. Newt chuckled and continued to fidget with the shovel.

“11.” you say.

“12.” You and Newt say in union, Newt giving you a playful glare. “that’s my job, pretty boy.” You say, raising your eyebrows.

“Mhm.” Newt smirks.

“13. 14.” You keep going, having no intention of stopping.

Newt dropped the tool again, but when he got up to grab it, you noticed he sat closer to you that before. “15.” you mutter under your breath.

Newt drops, you count. “16. 17. 18.” you say, Newt getting progressively closer until he can’t anymore (unless, of course, he sits on your lap.).

On the nineteenth drop, before you can get anything out, Newt droops over next to you and catches your mouth in a kiss. It was slow and passionate, and neither of you let go for a little bit. Finally, you both let go, and Newt smirked at your shocked expression.

“What number are we on, Love?” He innocently questions, mouth in a smirk.

“Uhm.. I think we’re on 20?” you guess, cheeks red and hot from embarrassment.

Newt chuckled before kissing your forehead.

“only 19, Love. This is why you don’t need Gallys drink.”

“i don’t think it was the drink” You say, rolling your eyes and taking Nests hand, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you.” You say, looking at Newt, who’s eyes are on the fire.

“Even if i drop my shovel 19 times?” he teases, looking at you with his pretty eyes.

“Yes, i’ll love you even if you drop your shovel 19 times.”

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a/n: THAT SUCKED LOL (jk i liked it(maybe))

[la-gotica-fantasma]

Too Close To A Never

setting - the glade (newts attempt.)

characters - newt x fem!reader

word count - 1,500

summary - Do Y/n and Newt hate each other? Or is there something else beyond those glares and glances? A tall fall may help to wrap up any confusions for the two.

request - Hello! If you are still taking imagines requests can I plz request a newt imagine?

Both newt & y/n never liked each other. But the day newt injured his leg, y/n realized her feelings for newt and stays with him through his recovery and refused to leave his side until he woke up. When he finally wakes up and he admits what he'd done and that he really likes her all along but he was too stubborn about it, he breaks down and reader engulfs him into a tight hug and she admits that she likes him back 🥹🥹🥹    

warnings - hate, talk of suicide

pov - third person

authors note - AHHHHHHHHHH. I GOT A REQUEST I STARTED DANCING AND JUMPING FOR JOY. AHHHHHH. I hope I did well enough for your standards suga

Newt sat smugly eating Frypan’s stew, a personal request from him to the cook.- Because of course, Newt always had to get what he wanted. 

Every few spoonfuls he shoved in his thin lipped mouth, he sent a glare Y/n’s way.

At his very last spoonful and very last pointed glance, he began to stand with his bowl in hand and waltz over to Y/n’s table. 

If Y/n was to be honest, Newt wasn’t all that bad. He was never crude or mean to Y/n. But the way her eyes automatically seemed to land on him when he was around never ceased to annoy her. 

“Hi, Y/n,” He smiled, then looking at the rest of the table greeted them, “and you guys.” 

Y/n hated his stupid pish posh and his accent, the way it so sweetly rolled off his tongue, his words like butter sliding from a hot knife. The obvious façade of care that he must get tired holding.

“M, Newt.” Y/n greeted with a nod. Picking up her bowl, she walked over to the trash can to toss the remnants of the veggies and beef. 

“Y’know,” Newt’s voice sounded from behind her, clearly trying to begin a conversation she wanted nothing to do with.

“I know nothing of the sort.” She spat back, straightening her posture and making way for the door.

This time Newt didn’t follow, and for some reason that made Y/n feel slightly down. 

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The sun rose and shone harshly through the sticks the glader’s called walls. The runners had all likely left.

“Alright.” Y/n whispered to herself, already exhausted by the workload she knew she would soon be given the task of relieving. 

Saying goodbye to her humble abode of peace, she left the comfort of her hammock and scampered toward the Med-Hut.

Hours passed, and not one patient entered. There goes that for an exhausting workload. 

She sat in her little wooden chair, a piece of it cracked from the constant weight put on it. When Y/n didn’t sit there, her heavy slew of books did. 

“Help!” A disembodied voice shouted from outside. 

Y/n quickly jumped from her chair, sprinting out of the hut she was met with the alarming sight of a mangled leg having Newt being held up by an equally shocked Minho. 

After she forcefully ordered Minho to stay in the main room of the hut and wait, she ran into a back room to begin fixing Newt’s leg in the uncomfortable slumber he let crumble on top of him.

His leg was broken in three places. And he likely would attain a limp as a souvenir. 

Once again, hours upon hours passed. Y/n just sat beside the cot Newt lay, waiting. 

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was waiting on, but something wouldn’t let her leave the room, like she was tied. 

Y/n rested her chin on the sliver of space not occupied by Newt’s pain ridden body. Staring at his pretty freckled face, the kisses of comfort slumber had blessed him with, the small ‘hhmmm’ sounds that gracefully fell from his mouth, Y/n began to realize she did not hate Newt. 

Nor did she dislike him. 

Quite the contrary. She may even like him. 

It wasn’t sympathy, and nary a pinch of pity. She wouldn’t let herself leave this room because she liked him, and she couldn’t bear the idea of him waking up thinking nobody cared for him and his injuries. 

Newt let out two sharp gasps, one of shock, and the other of surprise. 

He looked at his leg, then up to Y/n, then to his leg, then Y/n, his leg, Y/n, leg, Y/n. 

His face turned a tomato paste red, his eyebrows cinching together so close that an ocean of wrinkles rested above them.

“Hey, hey.” Y/n called, bringing her hands up to his face to wipe the tears that adorned it. “Newt, you’re okay, nothings going to hurt you.” She promised. 

Her heart tumbled from its resting position in her chest all the way down to her feet, just at the mere sight of Newt. 

“Why- Why can’t it?” He choked out in between his sobs, her thumbs rapidly wiping away the tears that seemingly never stopped. 

Oh. 

Y/n was so wrong, her heart hadn’t yet fallen. Now it had.

“What?” She stressed out, scooting impossibly closer to him. 

“It was me.” He cried, bringing his arms up to wrap his hands around Y/n’s wrists, frantically begging for an escape route. 

“What was you?” She nudged in a hushed tone.

Worried couldn’t begin to describe how she felt.

“I- I jumped.” He confessed, his stutters were like wind beating on a flag.

Y/n just stood there, zero movement, in shock. 

These degenerate creators and their idiotic ideas has run Newt down to his last rusty gear. When she gets her hands on them, she’d surely be leaving in a pine box.

“And now- and now you’re here-, and you- nobody was- meant to- find me-” He stuttered. 

Y/n got up from her kneeling position to lean over and hug Newt. One arm wrapped under his arm and her other arm over his shoulder. She pulled him into her with all her might, careful not to hurt him more. 

His head nuzzled into her neck, his cries continuing. “Do you hate me?” He whispered. Y/n almost didn’t hear him.

“Hate you?” Y/n asked, far louder than Newt had been previously. 

“Yes. Hate me. In this bloody SAW trap, do you hate me?” He whispered. Leaving a pause, he continued, “Will you ever not hate me?” 

“I-” Y/n sighed, pulling away from him slightly to look at him as she spoke, “I far from hate you. I think I like you. A lot more than I probably should.” 

“Well shuck.” Newt muttered.

“Hm. Shuck.” Y/n granted. 

“I like you, I was stubborn.” Newt whispered, sliding his hand down to hers. 

“I think I was a bit too stubborn too.”

“Better late than never?” Newt asked.

He was so close to a never, and if he got that never, Y/n probably would never have realized how she felt for him, would never get to make amends for the way they acted with eachothers cross contaminated attitudes. 

Newt looked up at her with those glistening eyes. With pure zeal, Y/n dipped her head down and slid her free hand back to Newt’s shoulder. Newt nudged his head forward, signaling for a kiss, but he waited to see if she wanted it too. 

Their lips connected. It didn’t feel like fireworks, or emotional explosions like all those books had said. It felt like a normalcy to be welcomed. It felt like a part of her was a cup being filled with each millisecond they stayed together. 

It felt like freedom.

“Better late than never.” She swore against his lips.

[minhos-attitude]

Maze Runner Preferences Newt, Thomas, Minho & Gally

What he calls you

What you call him

Your job

How you kiss

What they are like when you are on your period

What type of boyfriend are they

What yous fight about the most

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Masterlist

Teen Wolf

She looked at me as if there was something worth seeing in me(Theo R.)

I think we lost her(Theo R.)

Because I love you you little piece of shit(Theo R.)

I think we lost her II(Theo Raeken)

Morning Love(smut(Theo R.))

Friends Dont look at friends that way(Malia H.)

You belong with me(Stiles S.)

You're beautiful just the way you are(Stiles S.)

First time you ever listen to me( Sister reader)

You got the devil on your team(Void Stiles)

Maze Runner

He was only 17(Newt)

Marvel

Keep your head up soldier(The Winter Soldier)

TVD/TO

Elijah Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Yandere Klaus Mikelson x Reader Headcannon

Multifandom

I don't want to forget

A letter from Y/n to reader

SUPERNATURAL

POV series wich include a mini stories of Winchester little sister reader.

Why and how this is going to go...

⛥⛧Pilot-01x01

part 1

part 2

⛥⛧Flashback series

" flash news. you have a little sister"

"promise you wont leave"

POV: The Winchesters have a little sister 1 2 3

Supernatural masterlist.

STRANGER THINGS

I'm right here (Billy Hargrove)

Requests are open for:

Stranger Things

Narnia

Lort

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

day 21: late-night astronomy

pair: Newt Scamander x reader

summary: Newt’s gentle and introspective nature would suit a quiet, stargazing moment with y/n(she/her)

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The chill of the evening air clung to the stone walls of Hogwarts as you and Newt climbed the steps to the Astronomy Tower. Your breath puffed in small clouds, and Newt’s soft voice filled the silence between you, his gentle words always soothing.

“I’ve always found the night sky fascinating,” he murmured, eyes glancing up at the stars as you both reached the top. “So many creatures thrive in the dark. It’s their world, you know? A world full of life, even when everything seems so still.”

You smiled, watching him as he spoke with that familiar, quiet passion. His love for all things magical and wild always drew you in. Tonight, however, it wasn’t creatures or plants that captured your attention, but the twinkling stars above.

Laying a blanket down on the cool stone, Newt gestured for you to join him. You settled beside him, close enough that your shoulders brushed, the warmth of his body easing the bite of the night air.

The sky stretched out endlessly above you, and Newt pointed out constellations, his voice soft, like the gentle rustling of leaves. “There’s Orion… and over there, that’s Canis Major. Magical creatures have been linked to the stars for centuries. Even the centaurs believe the stars hold prophecies.”

You turned to face him, the glow of the moon catching in his soft brown eyes. His face was calm, but there was an underlying intensity, the kind that only appeared when he was fully immersed in something he loved. The night, the stars, the quiet—this was Newt’s element.

“It’s peaceful here,” you whispered, letting your hand drift to rest beside his. His fingers, always so steady when handling creatures, hesitated for a moment before gently brushing against yours. The smallest of touches, but it sent warmth through you.

Newt glanced down, his usual shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It is, isn’t it? I think… I think I rather like sharing this moment with you.”

The stars twinkled overhead, but all you could focus on was the steady rise and fall of his breath beside you, the unspoken bond growing between you in the silence. Beneath the vast, infinite sky, it felt like it was just the two of you—small, but not alone.

[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.