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lowkeyrobin · 3 months

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TMR ; how you meet

includes ; newt, minho, brenda, aris, sonya & harriet

warnings ; language, mentions of weapons, death

pronouns used ; you/yours

masterlist

NEWT

met at the mall in the scorch

you were barely fucking alive

thomas heald the gun up at you thinking you were infected and newts like "bloody hell, what happened to you?"

he quickly helps you because you're literally starving and dying of dehydration

you're slumped over his shoulder and barely able to walk

you thank him religiously for helping you

your friendship is the definition of the vibes of From Eden by Hozier

such a pure, wholesome relationship

most of the group had no hope for you but he did

because he wasn't going to let another person die

cries

MINHO

at the right arm

he caught your attention so fast

like who is that badass, tired, fast ass runner???

he honestly admires you

the way you hold a gun, the way you show facial expressions, etc

your determination to get him back from WCKD was probably the only thing actually keeping the operations going

even after the train rush failed, you wouldn't stop

even with your small time together, you'd built a weird bond

and you weren't gonna give up on him, even if his actual friends wanted to

BRENDA

Met in the Last City while reuniting with Gally

you worked with him and helped assist him and the others kind of helpfully kidnap the crew (???)

she didn't trust you at first, but you jumped at the sight of a rebellion and blowing shit up

she started to like you

the whole bus scene went crazy

she admires your fight and that you don't like violence, you like the rebellion aspect and taking down the bad people and find a way to make it fun for everyone yk?

you kept the kids so calm and collected, she wished she could stay so calm in a panic filled situation like you

ARIS

you came out of another maze just before him

you kinda sat in silence with him every day until maze b survivors showed up

he'd never showed you the vents, although he did talk about escaping with you

although iffy, you listened to him and the maze b kids

you had no one left, and you didn't want to stay if janson turned out to be with WCKD yk?

a quiet, mutual was bonded on the first day you guys sat in silence together

kind of like a mutual respect for one another although you barely knew each other

SONYA

you came up in the box before her

you showed her around and all that

she admires your hard work and how you don't give up, even with the most boring, mundane tasks or the most spine cracking, difficult ones.

you have a strength for defending the ones you love as well and she loves it about you

you have awesome fashion too tbh

HARRIET

at the right arm

she heald you at gunpoint and you were both trying to figure each other out

mutual bond of respect formed between you two

constantly teaching each other new things and stuff

you teach her how to use a pencil, she teaches you how to weave together blankets and shit

you're smart and quick thinking and she's kind of the arms of the operation, she's like your shield

w dynamic

#lowkeyrobin #tmr x reader #tmr preferences #newt x reader #minho x reader #brenda x reader #sonya x reader #harriet x reader #aris x reader #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #tmr minho #tmr newt #tmr aris #tmr sonya #tmr harriet #tmr brenda

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nomoreusername · 28 days

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TMR characters repeated lyrics

Gilded Lily-Cults

Haven't I given enough?

Given enough?

Haven't I given enough?

Given enough?

I Know The End-Phoebe Bridgers

The end is here

Please Stay-Lucy Dacus

But please stay

Strangers-Ethal Cain

I tried to be good

Am I no good?

I tried to be good

Am I no good?

My Love Mine All Mine-Mistki

I love mine, mine, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love all mine

Nothing in the world is mine for free

But my love, all mine, all mine

The Archer-Taylor Swift

They see right through me

I see right through me

Not Strong Enough-boygenius

Always an angel,

Never a god

Always an angel,

Never a god

Always an angel,

Never a god

Waiting Room-Phoebe Bridgers

I know it's for the better

Know it's for the better

Not Allowed-TV Girl

All by yourself, sittin' alone

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind

All by yourself, sittin' alone

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind

All by yourself, sittin' alone

I hope we're still friends, yeah, I hope you don't mind

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justanobsessedfangirl · 2 years

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What Makes a Home - The Maze Runner Imagine

Request from Anonymous: I have a lil maze runner request. 🥺 maybe something involving a very motherly reader taking care and keep order of all the glade boys and — girl. yea, that’s all I got 😔 just some nice fluffy maternal stuff.

Warning: Some mentions of blood -- I don't think it's too graphic but it is mentioned.

Author's Note: I hope this is what you wanted! Thank you for your patience!

Word Count: 2.5k

"If you don't tie your shoes, you're going to trip over a rock and crack your head open and get a really ugly scar, and you know what you're going to think then? While you're lying on the ground next to the rock that just cracked your head open? You'll think, 'Gosh, Y/N really was right, just like she always is!' And then you'll die. All because you didn't tie your shoes."

Minho cackled as he bent down. He made a big show of double-knotting his laces, narrating aloud, "First you go left under right, then you make the bunny ears..."

You stood over him, hands on your hips, and tried to hold onto your scowl. You meant business. But then he looked up at you and he smiled and you felt yourself smiling back.

"Thanks, Mom," he teased.

You swatted at his arm but he twisted away, laughing as he shot back in to give you a peck on your cheek. He sprinted off to the Maze, calling out behind him, "Hope you're not too bored without me!"

Slinthead, you thought, but the words that came out of your mouth were, "Be careful!" You watched him until he disappeared into the stone mouth of the Maze, and then you waited a few more minutes, just in case he'd forgotten anything.

Time seemed to pass slower in the morning. The sun crawled up the horizon, creeping into a sky painted with vibrant reds, pinks, and oranges. The Glade began to stir awake.

A group of Slicers passed you on their way to the Blood House. Winston was at the head of the pack, talking with Frankie about something that seemed to require lots of hand gestures. Both boys nodded at you as you waved. Trailing behind them were Mike, Dave, and Geo. Geo was busy trying to step on the back of Dave's shoes, and Dave was busy trying to shove Geo away from him, but Mike slowed to a stop beside you, an easy smile on his face.

"Everything alright?"

You smiled back at him. "Yeah, you? Do you guys need any help?"

Mike shook his head. "I know we don't look the most competent," a few feet away, Dave had slung an arm around Geo's neck and gotten him in a headlock, and was now giving him a noogie, "but we're pretty good at our jobs. I just wanted to say thanks for taking over in the kitchen for me."

"No problem! I like helping Frypan."

Mike's smile grew. "You're the best. Let me know if you need anything!" He squeezed your shoulder and jogged back to his friends. Frankie had separated Dave and Geo and was holding them by the backs of their shirts, but that hadn't deterred Winston from his gesticulating.

You gave the group one last wave, receiving back a chorus of "Bye, Y/N!" and, with a final look at the Maze doors, you headed for the kitchen.

"There's our favorite girl!" Frypan exclaimed when you walked in, his hands deep in a ball of dough. The smell of bacon and eggs made your mouth water, and you saw Jim and Carl manning the flat top grill, bickering whenever they thought the other got in their way. Jack was beside them, providing empty plates and taking away the ones they filled, lining them up on the counter that separated the kitchen from the tables.

"You're just in time. We really knead you." Jack laughed at his own joke, jerking his chin to the dough, his hands full of plates.

Jim and Carl groaned in unison, then went back to arguing. Frypan began to sing, too loud and too off-key, and so perfect for the rambunctious peculiarity of the Glade that it made you feel at home. You smiled, rolled up your sleeves, and got to work.

Your shift in the kitchen ended after lunch with Frypan shooing you out the door. "We've got this handled now, I swear. Clint and Jeff will kill me if I keep you late again," he'd said. Then he'd ruffled your hair and shut the door behind you. A second later, you heard a loud crash, a cacophony of curses from the cooks, and a hurried, "We're fine!"

You made your way to your next job. It was a short walk, just long enough for you to run into Chuck, who tried to tag along with you until Zart, in charge of the boy for the day, hauled him back to the Gardens; and Newt and Alby, who walked with their heads bowed in deep conversation, only looking up to give you a quick greeting.

Gally lingered by the Med-jack Hut, holding his left arm to his body. His eyes were shifty, his face sulky. When he saw you coming, his lips set into a grim line that could have meant he was relieved or pissed off.

"Hey, Gally, you doing okay?" you said brightly, opening the door.

Gally followed you inside. "Fine," he grunted. As soon as he kicked the door shut behind him, he thrust his left arm in your face.

It was drenched in red. "Woah, what'd you do there?" You took a reactionary step back so it didn't drip on you, then peered closer.

"Dumb Greenie. Can't use a clunkin' saw." Gally spat on the ground.

You clucked your tongue at him. "Not indoors," you chided.

Gally frowned but didn't spit again.

"Sit down, I'll fix you right up." You pointed to the cot. Gally followed your directions like an angry toddler: trudging to the bed, sitting down heavily, and letting out a series of irritated sighs while you searched through the drawers. The medical supplies were sorted meticulously by Clint and put into frequent disarray by Jeff. You guessed Clint had been here last because you were able to easily find clean towels, wipes, and antibiotic ointment. You cleaned your hands with a wet wipe, tossed it in the trash, then returned to Gally, your brightest, most eager-to-help smile on your face.

Gally scowled at the floor.

You pulled his arm toward you and went to work wiping away the blood with a towel. "So a new guy did this?"

Gally nodded.

"And how'd that happen?" With the blood mostly cleared away, you could see a long, skinny cut along Gally's forearm. It stretched from just below his wrist halfway to his elbow. Although it had clearly gushed blood before, the rush had slowed. You applied pressure while you waited for Gally's answer.

"Idiot said he could cut the board. Idiot couldn't cut the damn board." Gally gritted his teeth as you pressed harder.

"What are you guys working on right now?" Peeling the towel back, you took a peek at the cut. It had stopped bleeding so heavily, and you could see that it wasn't deep. You let out a quiet, happy hum, then traded out the towel for a wipe. You started to clean the cut, glancing up at Gally every so often.

"We're...uh...working. On the Homestead." Gally's eyes flicked to yours, widened when he saw you were looking at him, then shot back to the floor. "Just normal stuff. Not for anything."

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Not for anything?" Gally's mouth clamped shut. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. "The cut's not too bad," you added after the silence had stretched on for too long.

"So I can leave?" He tensed like he was about to bolt off the bed.

"No! I haven't even bandaged it yet. It's like you're asking for it to get infected." You gave him a light smack on his uninjured arm.

Gally looked affronted. "No, I'm not," he muttered.

"You guys are too tough for your own good sometimes," you mused as you started dabbing the antibiotic ointment on Gally's cut. He grunted in response, which you decided to take as him profusely thanking you for doing such a good job. You bandaged his arm with a smile. "All set."

Gally was striding to the door as soon as the words were out of your mouth. "Thanks," he mumbled.

"No problem!" You started cleaning up, trying to match Clint's keen eye for organization. You were just trying to remember if he stored the creams alphabetically by name or by use when you heard someone clear their throat. You turned.

Gally was still standing by the door. His hands were on his hips and he was glaring a hole into the floor. "It's good," he said, seeming to fight to get every word out, "that we have someone like you. In the Glade." He nodded sharply, then stomped out of the room.

Your chest warmed and a shy, heartfelt smile crept onto your lips. "Thanks, Gally," you said to no one.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Somehow, not a single Glader managed to get injured. Not even Chuck! Or someone working in the general vicinity of Chuck! You’d organized and reorganized the supplies, and when that had become mind-numbingly boring, you’d practiced your sutures and leafed through the medical textbooks. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you headed to dinner alone. Neither Clint nor Jeff had come to get you. Usually one of them would take over while you were gone, or, if all the Runners were back and the Builders and Slicers had finished their work for the day, all three of you would walk to the kitchen together. Leaving the Med-jack hut unattended made you uneasy. You hoped you would run into one of the Med-jacks on the way.

You saw no one. As you neared the kitchen, the air felt too still. The Glade was too quiet, too devoid of all the noises people made as they talked and ate and allowed themselves to unwind. You knew the kitchen and the dining area would be empty before you walked in, but it still made your chest run cold to see a place that was supposed to be so lively be so dead.

Your mind raced as you left the kitchen. Was there a meeting? You started walking toward the Homestead, then running. Why hadn't anyone gotten you? At the back of your mind, in that slimy, creeping voice that you hated, another thought arose: what if the Creators had taken all of them back?

You ran faster.

Suddenly, the doors of the Homestead burst open, and Gladers came pouring out, calling your name. For a split second, you were terrified. For a split second, you thought everything had gone wrong. Then you saw their grins. You heard their happiness. You slowed down.

"What's going on?" you asked, breathless from exertion and shock and excitement.

Newt was at the front of the group. "The boys made a little surprise for you, love." He tilted his head back at the Homestead.

"They did?" Your heart had pounded with panic seconds before, and it kept its same quick beat, only now trickles of warmth began to fill your chest and small butterflies beat against your stomach. Newt moved out of your way, giving you a clear path into the Homestead. Boys lined up on either side of you, more peering out through the open door, and, as you walked inside, a motley group of Keepers and your closest friends waited for you against the back of the room. The group was so thick you couldn't see the wall behind them. Thomas and Minho were front and center, wearing matching smiles of mischief and glee.

"One," Minho said.

"Two," continued Thomas.

"Three!" they shouted in unison, and the group parted to reveal a door.

A new door.

"That isn't--" you started to say, and then you were pushed and pulled forward, and they opened the door for you, and you were inside of the Homestead's newest room.

Your room.

Your friends filled in after you. They wandered around the small space, excitedly pointing out the things they'd brought for you.

"You obviously need a better blanket, so I put my second favorite one there for you." Minho pointed to the bottom of the bed, a roguish grin on his face. Both of you knew that was his favorite blanket.

"And I folded it!" Chuck added.

"I read that the smell of lavender helps with sleeping," Clint said when you saw the vase of flowers on your bedside table.

"And I put them in a glass!" Chuck added.

"Brought some housewarming snacks!" Frypan shouted as he and the other cooks weaved in and out of the Homestead holding trays of mini sliders.

"And I helped bring them over from the kitchen!" Chuck added.

"Newt and I...uh...tried to make some pillows." Thomas scratched the back of his head. "We recruited Jeff to sew them up. I think they'll stay shut?" He smiled bashfully.

"And I helped stuff them!" Chuck added.

"Made a rug out of sheepskin," Winston cut in proudly.

Chuck did not have anything to add.

As the commotion swirled around you, and you nodded and laughed and thanked everyone, you felt a quiet presence beside you. Looking over, you saw Gally, who seemed determined not to stare back at you.

"I thought you said you were just working on normal stuff," you teased. Around you, the room was warm and full of laughter. Your heart felt so full you thought it would burst.

Gally shrugged. You figured that was all you were going to get until he said, “I came up with the idea for the window.”

The window was next to your bed. Its edges were crisp and neat, and, because they couldn’t make glass panes in the Glade, it was framed by wooden shutters so you’d be able to close it. Right now, it was open, and light from the setting sun streamed in and gave everything a comforting orange glow.

“I love it,” you said, and for a second you felt yourself getting choked up, all of your gratitude and care and love for these boys becoming overwhelming. You wanted to wrap all of them in a hug and never let them go, you wanted to tell each and every one of them that you appreciated them, you wanted to make sure none of them ever got hurt again. You wanted them all to know how much you loved them. But maybe, you thought, feeling all of them around you in this room they’d built and designed for you, maybe they already knew.

“It’s got something written on it,” Gally muttered. He nodded to the left shutter.

Swallowing back happy tears, you stepped closer, peering at the shutter's bottom edge. The words were neat, carved in delicate cursive that should have been impossible to do on wood. It said: Thank You.

You couldn’t help yourself. You started to cry.

Gally shifted uncomfortably before reaching out to give you an awkward pat on your shoulder.

You cried harder.

Then Minho’s voice rang out from across the room. “Check the other shutter!” he crowed.

Sniffling and wiping away tears, you squinted at the other shutter. There, painstakingly carved in elegant script on the right side shutter, was the word: Mom.

That slinthead.

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bunbunbl0gs · 10 months

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the maze runner

newt

masterlist

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vvagustd · 11 months

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!maze runner fics!

YALLLL i am on a maze runner kick rn and i REALLY NEED SOME REQUESTSS

i write for newt and minho but i can also write for thomas and i fr need some recommendations

minho is keeping me thriving rn fr

help me keep the maze runner fandom alive 🙏🙏

link to other request list <-----

#minho x reader #tmr minho x reader #tmr thomas #tmr x reader #tmr newt #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #tmr preferences #tmr thomas x reader #the maze runner preferences #tmr fic #the scorch trials #the death cure

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luvingwoo · 10 months

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heyy, i'm back:) i feel like my writing has gotten better and i feel a bit adventurous so i will expand my writing even to some characters😊 the tmr boys, marauders and such to be honest so please feel free to request!

#svt imagines #seventeen imagines #tmr preferences #tmr x reader #newt x you #marauders x you #marauders x reader #newt x reader #regulus black #regulus black x reader #seventeen reactions

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c3dricsluv · 6 months

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I didn't get a hogwarts letter at 11,

I didn't get taken to camp halfblood at 12,

I didn't get my memory wiped and get thrown into a maze at 13,

I'm 14, so far my siblings haven't found a wardrobe that leads to narnia,

If that doesn't happen I have the chances of:

Being reaped into the hunger games at 15,

Choosing dauntless and discovering I'm Divergent at 16,

Meeting two beautiful vampire brothers at 17,

Becoming a vampire after giving birth to a daughter with my vampire husband at 18.

God, please make at least one of these come true, I'm not doing very well in this world.

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c0rvus-c0rax · 2 months

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My dudes, you have no idea, I'm currently being violently thrown back into my Maze Runner phase XD.

No but like actually help, it's taking over my life and I have an exam tomorrow and I kinda need to study for it

#the maze runner #newtmas #tmr #but like make it mostly newtmas #like a lot of newtmas #though i prefer thomewt or tomewt as the ship name because newtmas just makes me think christmas lol

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minnichan · 7 days

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Tagged by @the-marron !

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people.

Maikaze (Yoshioka Aika [Hakuouki OP])

Inquiry (W.K [MDZS fansong])

Naked Arms (T.M.Revolution [Sengoku Basara OP])

No Title Seaside Remix (Reol)

Imagination (Spyair [Haikyuu!! OP])

Cha Cha Cha (Lord of the Lost [Cover])

History Maker (Dean Fujioka [Yuri on ice OP])

Astronauts (Reol [Cover])

NO BRA! (Yayoi Daimon feat. Akko Gorilla)

I went through my downloaded songs, youtube and karaoke lists because I couldn't think of titles for all letters...

Tagging (only a few ppl): @burntheupholstery, @asoftspotforangels, @jeaniechibi, @polar-explorer, @partywo

#discovering old faves again #I wanna do karaoke!!!#the only eng song here is history maker haha #naked arms also has an eng version by tmr but I prefer the jp one #no bra is so funny to me because imagine watching a hypmic concert and suddenly these ladies start swinging bras #my posts

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tmrsunset · 1 year

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the spring aka group b’s ice maze

#the maze runner #tmr #tmr group b #moodboard #the scorch trials graphic novel #tst #honestly i very much prefer the 'regular' version of the maze but i haven't stopped thinking about their ice maze since i read about it #i just had to make this jfdxjjsjsjs #might make one with soniet specifically...

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that-tmr-girl · 2 months

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How TMR boys would react if you called them good boy

Aris

That's his biggest weakness

Turns red and whimpers

No matter what he becomes the submissive one at that moment

Gally

In the moment he pretends not to hear it

Neither of you say it, but you both know it pushes him over the edge

He'll think about it until the next time though and secretly hope you'll say it again

Minho

Calls you good girl back

Just starts praising you like never before

Newt

Moans louder at the name

Feels really proud that you called him that

Does whatever he did during that moment next time just to hear you say it again

Thomas

Asks you to say it again

He's a goner at that point

From then on, if you just whisper the name in public he doesn't know how to have a single capable thought

#aris tmr #gally tmr #minho tmr #newt tmr #thomas tmr #aris x reader #gally x reader #minho x reader #thomas x reader #tmr smut #the maze runner #tmr preferences #smut related

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skiiyoomin · 11 months

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THE MAZE RUNNER MASTERLIST

RULES!!

DO NOT COPY MY WORK OR REPOST PLEASE!!

REQUESTS: OPEN

I write SFW and NSFW!

I don't take requests which cover anything dark, I don't want to trigger anyone!! (ex. su!cide, sh, ed, etc.)

MOST IMPORTANTLY, ENJOY!!

GUIDE

smut/suggestive: (m)

angst: (a)

fluff: (f)

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

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REACTIONS

-nothing here yet-

MTL

-nothing here yet-

HEADCANONS

-nothing here yet-

ONESHOTS

NEWT

From afar (f)

TEXTS/SMAU

-nothing here yet-

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nomoreusername · 29 days

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TMR characters favorite color on you

Beige

Any kind of yellow

Maroon

Black

Any kind of blue

Gray blue

Red

White

Golden brown

#thomas tmr #thomas x reader #newt tmr #newt x reader #minho tmr #minho x reader #aris jones #aris x reader #teresa tmr #teresa x reader #sonya tmr #sonya x reader #harriet tmr #harriet x reader #brenda tmr #brenda x reader #the maze runner #tmr #tmr preferences

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liplessthomas · 4 months

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HEY! I'M LIPLESS THOMAS!

Well, that's my account name. My real name is a secret (🤫). I made this account to post Teen Wolf, The Hunger Games, and The Maze Runner stuff.

My other account is @lostinbooks14 which is my main. I usually post Heroes of Olympus (Riordanverse stuff) and Miraculous Ladybug stuff there. Occassionally I reblog stuff from BBC Merlin and other random fandoms. Feel free to check it out.

So, disclaimer, I won't be posting very often, especially since this isn't my main blog. Usually I try to at least once a week, but I have school and exams and other hobbies so tumblr is really not a priority. But still, I hope you stick around (-:

#new blog #teen wolf #the maze runner #the hunger games #for those who are interested #im anti sterek and adore sciles (mostly platonic smtm romantic)#im ok w newtmas but in general dont ship tommy w anyone #im ok with everlark but in general dont ship anyone w anyone #thg and tmr just dont focus much on romance imo so i never get invested in their relationships #but i prefer romance as a small side plot so thats cool

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vvagustd · 11 months

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☼my cure - newt

[newt x reader]

synopsis - newt survives because my heart needed to be healed

warning! swearing, mention of newts accident, blood and knife use

request link

"You."

I could feel heavy blood running through my veins. This didn't feel like me, I felt… different. Loud thoughts clouded me like thick fog. I could feel my mind slipping away.

"Newt..?" Y/n's voice made me shiver. I had no control anymore, it took everything in me to not lunge at her. I never wanted to hurt her, I never did, but this wasn't me. I was something else, something uncontrollable.

"You're the cure. It's in your blood."

"Newt, what are you-?" I lost it.

I tackled her and her head slammed into the ground. Stop it! Stop hurting her! I knew what I was doing but I couldn't stop it. The virus took control and it knew she had the cure. It was like I was watching a horrible movie through my eyes, one where I hurt the love of my life.

She was the one good thing the creators ever sent up. I saw my fair share of slinthead greenies, but Y/n was something different. I was scared, and alone, until she came up. She was always there with me, even when I was stupid enough to try and take my own life by jumping off the Maze walls.

"newt," she tried to huff through my hands gripping her throat. That's when I realized there was a knife in my hand. I already knew what the virus was planning to do.

I fought with everything I could but I wasn't strong enough. I needed to take control, I needed to take control and get through to Y/n. It felt like I was ripping through my own mind as I pushed, and I pushed. I knew I was there, I could feel-

- "Well hello, greenie." I greeted a very timid girl, huddled in the corner of the Box. "What the fuck is a greenie?" She shot back. That received a lot of laughs and snickers from the other guys. We only had a handful of people in the glade so far, a greenie monthly and we only had about seven, now eight. "Where am I?"

"Welcome to the glade, greenie! I'm Newt, and up there is the first in command, Nick. And second in command, Alby." The two boys waved from the top as she stood on a box and looked out. "What the hell are those walls?" She asked, lifting herself out. "Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?"

"Slow down, greenie. I know you have a lot of questions, but we only have limited answers. Your name should come back to you in a little wh-"

"Y/n."

"y/n," I whimpered out.

"It's me, Newt." She whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I'm right here." She cupped her face around my cheeks. I knew I didn't have enough time, I needed to get my point out now.

"Kill me."

"What..?"

I shoved the knife into her hands. "Kill me now!" I yelled. She flinched, the knife clutched in her shaky hands. "If you've ever loved me you'll kill me now, Y/n. You'll kill me before I turn into one of them." Tears ran down her cheeks as she sobbed. "Of course I fucking love you, Newt! I have since the glade. You're my everything.“ My tears mixed with the rain as I coughed up a heavy amount of blood. I was losing it, she needed to do it now.

"I love you so much, Y/n. That's why I need you to kill me, now. PLEASE FUCKING KILL ME."

Something snapped. The virus took over and I lost control as I jumped on her and tried to take the knife. Stumbling back on to the floor, we wrestled with the knife. The virus was trying to kill her for her blood, but I needed her to be alive. She had so much life left to live.

She screamed out in pain, the knife had gashed her in her stomach. It took everything she had to flip herself over on top, still crying out in agony. Her wound bled out everywhere as I fought for control of the knife, I kicked and screamed, grabbing the knife and her hands trying to desperately flip it around on her.

…

Suddenly the world came to a standstill. She did it, she plunged the knife into my chest. I fell back onto the ground behind me as Thomas and Minho came running over, grabbing her as she desperately kicked and punched. The last thing I heard was her screaming my name.

"I love you."

"Hey, can we talk?" I walked over to Y/n, my long time best friend. It took me a lot of courage to walk over to her, I didn't know how she was going to take this considering she's probably the most sporadic, unpredictable person I know.

But she's brave when I'm scared, she's hot-headed when I'm calm and maybe that's what I love about her. She's everything that keeps me even and she means everything to me. Today's the day I decided I'll tell her how I feel.

"Of course! Have a seat." She said, patting the ground next to her. I sat down and plopped back on the thick tree stump with a heavy exhale. "You alrighty, Newtie?“ You asked with a laugh. God, he thought you were beautiful. Everything from your laugh tho your hair, to how you yelled at the boys to keep then in line. It was like you kept the whole glade together.

"I wanted to tell you something, something I've had on my mind for a while." She turned and looked at me questioningly. "I've felt something more towards you, like there was something else I felt towards you other than friendship. I value you more than anyone in this glade but I also deeply admire you. Your beauty, how you're so eager to help out, how you always compliment Fry's mediocre cooking without fail." She let out a laugh as her cheeks flushed. "Are you trying to say you like me?"

I stumbled trying to find the right words when I suppose a yes would have done fine. She leaned in and brushed her hand across my cheek before her lips met mine. I completely froze, and she pulled away when she realized I wasn't kissing back.

"I'm so sorry, I thou-"

I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck and pulled her in for another kiss, this time deeper, more meaningful.

"Wake up!" A tall, big man in full armor shouted at me over the loud horn of a..

boat?

"Where the bloody hell am I?" I said, trying to sit up and immediately doubling over from the pain in my chest. "What the-?"

"Man, your lucky we got there when we did, you were bleeding out like crazy, can't believe that knife missed your heart." Oh no. Oh no no no no. I can't be here, I need to leave before-

I lifted up my shirtsleeve to find nothing on my arm, no virus in my veins. How is this even possible?

The events of that day flooded back to me, that one line repeating over and over again.

"You're the cure. It's in your blood."

During the fight her blood entered my bloodstream, the blood that would cure me. It's because of her, the girl I begged to kill me that night was the reason I'm still standing.

"Welcome to Paradise." I looked over from the edge of the boat to see a beautiful island. Sure it wasn't much, but there was people everywhere, some laughing and dancing, some getting food, and some making a bonfire. I prayed that Y/n had made it here, if anything she deserved to be here and not me.

"Do you know if a Y/n got here?" He thought about it for a moment. "Nah man, sorry. I don't know much about the people here. But what I do know, is that you're very lucky to be here. We found you half cranked out in the middle of the city, so if it wasn't for my crew I would have left your sorry ass."

The boat docked and the first thing on my mind was to find Y/n. If there was one thing I knew, it was that I desperately needed a shower. My tour guide took me to a disinfectant room, he gave me a change and I showered, probably the best treatment I've had in a very long time.

The sun never really showed since I got here, the island in a constant gray haze. I got led around to get a feel for the island, but everything felt unfamiliar, from the island down to the people. I passed dozens of faces, each either looked at me like there was sometimes wrong with me, or glanced and moved on. I prayed to see a familiar face. I prayed to see her face.

"Newt?"

I whipped my head around.

"Y/n?" My heart dropped. The memories from that night flooded in. Her tear covered face flashed my memory as she plunged that knife into my chest. How could she ever forgive me for what I did to her that night? I took a step forward and she staggered back.

"Is it really you?" Her voice was small, tears started filling her eyes. I nodded, tears filling my own as she ran into my arms. "I can't believe it's you!" She sobbed into my chest, being careful to avoid my injury. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. "How is this even possible?" She sniffled.

"You, love. You were my cure."

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hope you enjoyed my first newt fic! little angsty but it all works out

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