Long story short: Newt and reader get into an argument, the reader is a builder and she ran into the maze when she couldn’t take the argument anymore and everyone thinks she dead cuz the next day they can’t find her. Maybe after a few months the reader is back in the maze and everyone is shocked and Newt has his limp now cuz he tried to die cuz he thought he lost her. Sorry it’s so confusing and long. Heated argument at first than fluffy and stuff at the end. Thank you in advance!! XX
Being a Builder in the Maze was always fun. You got to work with all the tools and make sure everything was secure. One mistake and you’d get hurt, which was always the risky part of it. Though that’s what made it really fun.
Being the Second-in-Command in the Maze was stressful. You had to make sure everything was running smoothly. You had to travel from job to job around the Glade, and make sure no one was getting riled up at another. sometimes there were unsolvable problems which made it even more stressful.
But you being a Builder, and Newt being Second-in-Command worked out well. Especially when together. You took Newt’s stress away, calming him down so much. Newt always patched you up when you got hurt. You were both so in love with each other, and worked out so well. Everything was peaceful when together.
That is until today. You and Newt were a very serious couple. But lately Newt was on edge. He was becoming a little more angry and more stressed. It was so much for him that he snapped at you.
“Jesus, Y/N, lay off! Bloody hell, you are smothering me! You’re too much!”
Although you were a tomboy, you were still sensitive. Newt’s words hurt. A fear of yours was becoming too clingy, or smothering him. Now it was obvious that fear had come into play.
“Fine.” Your voice cracked. “I’ll fucking back off.”
Due to Newt being stressed out beyond belief made you stressed out. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. He had been exploding lately. Each time he got upset and you were around, he’d lash out and say things that really hurt. This time it especially hurt. He knew that you were afraid of smothering him and becoming this annoyance.
The only thing you thought of doing was something unimaginable. You ran off into the Maze.
Gladers tried to stop you. You were trying to be sneaky about it, packing a bag with food and water. You tried slipping through the Doors without disturbance, but Gladers caught on to what you were doing.
“Y/N, no! That’s breaking a rule!” Someone yelled. A few Gladers tried to capture you, but you were faster than you looked. Once you passed the Doors, Gladers stopped, not daring to go inside. You ran and turned a corner, disappearing.
Multiple Gladers–especially Gally–were infuriated at Newt. They knew it was him who started this. He was so rude and mean lately. It wasn’t like him. But he really hurt you, and you didn’t know what to do.
Newt, who was in the Homestead, didn’t hear about you fleeing into the Maze until after you were gone. His mood instantly changed. He had no idea he pushed you over the edge to the point of running inside the Maze. Newt felt awful, and was now worried about you. Would you come back?
Newt moped around. He couldn’t believe that he pushed you to suicide. You never came out of the Maze and none of the Runners that day saw you. It had been two months. You were dead. You had to be. And Newt knew it was his fault.
“Newt… You might want to see this,” Alby said urgently. Newt furrowed his brows, leaving his spot. He went outside into the Glade, seeing all the Gladers surrounded at the Doors. Clint and Jeff rushed passed Newt with a makeshift stretcher.
“What’s going on?” Newt asked, trying his best to run.
Arriving at the crowd, there you were. Shockingly enough there you were. The backpack you took was gone, your clothes were tattered, hair a mess. You had scratches and a few marking that needed stitches. Blood soaked some parts of your skin and clothes. All in all, you were on the brink of death.
Clint and Jeff arrived with the stretcher. Newt helped hoist you up on it and you were carried away. Half of the Glade was silent while the other half was questioning about how you were still alive.
Newt, Alby, and Gally followed the Med-jacks. They kept telling you to stay awake, keep your eyes open. They needed you to keep fighting.
Multiple questions were thrown at you, but you weren’t responding at all. You were non-responsive, just looking around and blinking slowly. Everyone was concerned. But everyone was more baffled by how you managed to live in the Maze for an entire month.
A week passed. You slept a lot. A lot more than a person should, but it was understandable. You were stitched up and heavily medicated, but no one could determine your recovery. You still hadn’t spoken a single word.
“Y/N…?” Newt asked, peeking in. You made eye contact with him from your bed. “How are you doing, love?”
Nothing. But you moved your arm slowly, motioning for Newt to walk in further. He followed your small demand, walking right next to your side. He slid a chair over, sitting down and caressing your forehead.
Newt hadn’t said much to you since you were sleeping so much, or were busy getting checked. This was his first real moment alone with you since being back.
You looked up at Newt, tears in your eyes. Everything hurt and there was so much pain. You were physically and emotionally scarred to the point of no talking.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Newt sighed. “Y/N… I’m so sorry I lashed out so much. I’m sorry I pushed you to the point of… you know. You could have told me I was pushing you too much. Hell, you could’ve lashed back at me and told me to fuck off. But I’m so sorry.”
“I…” You whispered. “Sorry.”
Newt’s eyes went wide. He wiped the few stray tears that had escaped your eyes. “No, don’t be sorry.”
It was silent again. Newt didn’t say anything, just gazed at you. You stared right back into his eyes, missing them. You made a huge mistake about leaving through the Maze, but it was also a huge accomplishment. During that month, so much happened. Including finding the exit. Once you were healed and recovered, you’d inform everyone. Though for now you needed to rest.
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