newt fanfiction

Overprotective || Newt

Originally posted by allur-es

Summary: Newt sets his rules straight and claims what’s rightfully his.

A/N: Short, filler imagine. Life’s been throwing a lot at me, hope y’all understand.

“So you’re telling me that she’s the only girl here in the middle of sixty or so boys?” Thomas was baffled. He frowned. “Isn’t that kind of hard for her? Y’know…”

“I guess,” Newt shrugged. “I hope not.”

Thomas gave him a confused look, to which Newt sighed.

“I make it quite clear to the others that if they do anything of the slightest that makes her feel comfortable, I’ll have their heads,” Newt spoke of it like it was the most normal thing ever.

“She seems to be really important to you.” Thomas muttered, eyeing his moonshine.

“She’s my life,” Newt said almost immediately. ”I’d fight off whatever buggin’ touches her if that’s what it bloody takes to keep her alive.”

As if on cue, you take a seat beside Newt, waving shyly at Thomas.

“Hi, Thomas,” you smile at him, wrapping your arms around Newt.

“Hi, Y/N.” he smiled.

“How’s the Glade so far? Has Gally gotten to you yet?” you teased.

“Nah.” he looked down, uncertain of what he should say. “I sure hope he doesn’t.”

You laughed. “Gally may be intimidating, but he’s a teddy bear inside.”

Newt spoke up. “That’s only when he’s around you, love.” and you were reminded of the subtle but constant conflict between Gally and your boyfriend.

“He’ll come around.” you replied, leaning on Newt’s shoulder.

“You tired?” Newt looked at you.

“I know you are,” you smiled, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “You should stop fussing over the Glade too much.”

“I’ll stop when the shanks get their klunk together.” Newt huffed, turning to Thomas. “I’ll take this one to bed before things get crazy.”

You pouted. “Oh, please. Minho hasn’t even started yet!”

“You are not going to watch Minho get drunk, Y/N.” Newt stood up and pulled you up with him.

“I’ll say good night to Minnie, at least.” you pleaded, to which Newt nodded and sat back beside Thomas.

“Minho’s the closest thing Y/N has to a brother,” Newt explained. “He’s good for her. He likes to have fun with her but he also knows when it isn’t bloody safe anymore. He takes care of her when I’m not around.”

Thomas nodded. “I can tell why you all like her so much.”

Newt chuckled. “Well, off I go. If I don’t go to her now, she’ll never leave his side.”


Newt turned his back to Thomas and was about to limp away when Thomas spoke up.



“Take care of her, okay? Don’t break her heart.”

Newt smiled sadly at him “If anything, she could break my heart by simply smiling.”

Newt Imagine: “Make Me”

Request: “Hey, can you do and imagine for nr.1 with reader x Newt, please.”
     “Make me.”

Warning: Very slight smut | TMR | Word Count: 1,859 (Hope you like this, this was a pretty quick but fun write so I really hope you enjoy it too!)

The Glade felt like it was on fire. You shifted uncomfortably in your tank top, fanning yourself every few minutes in between your work. The sun was glaring angrily down today, bringing the Gladers into a slow, lazy lull by noon.

“Y/N!” You heard a hoarse voice call you from a distance. You already knew it was Newt, your closest and oldest friend in the Glade, so you didn’t bother to turn around. You were feeling much too tired.

“Y/N!” He called again, this time with a twinge of annoyance at your lack of response. You sighed heavily before turning and squinting unresponsively in his direction. He rolled his eyes, walking towards you steadily, before stopping right in front of you. “Y/N, what are you doing? It’s past noon, Fry needs the meat to start cooking. You’ve been workin’ on that shuckin’ animal for hours now.” He furrowed his brows in seriousness, though his ruffled sandy blond hair and soft brown eyes made it hard to take him seriously.

You sighed and looked at him carefully. “I’m on it, I’m on it… It’s just so shucking hot, Newt. I can barely focus.”

Newt eyed the sweat beading on the side of your face and the hair clinging to your forehead stubbornly. “Alright, love, finish what you’re working on and then go take a shower. That ought to cool you down.”

You huffed and began slicing up the last bits of meat, hurrying to get them to Frypan.


As soon as you stepped into the cold shower, you shuddered with relief, half shaking from the freezing sensation, and half relieved to finally feel clean again. You didn’t worry about being the only girl in the Glade, because you had, more than once, proved yourself capable of taking care of anyone who dared try anything with you. Sure it had landed you in the Slammer once or twice, but that was a small price to pay for being able to take a shower in peace. No one had ever bothered you when you were in there except…

“Y/N,” that same voice called out. You groaned. You had never been so annoyed to hear Newt in your entire time in the Glade.

“What now?” You yell angrily over your shower. “Can’t I just have one moment of peace today, Newt, at least in the shower?”

Newt paused to stand in front of the showers on the other side of the barrier, not facing your direction. “Fry said he asked you to slaughter two animals, but he’s short on meat for the bonfire tonight. Any idea why?”

You grumbled and turned off the shower, accepting you weren’t going to ever be able to properly finish it anytime soon. You grabbed the towel to your side and wrapped it around you before padding your way out to face Newt, glaring angrily. Newt awkwardly looked in your direction, trying not to glance below at your body, even though you two were usually comfortable with each other, being best friends.

“No, Newt, I have no idea why –” You stopped short as it hit you. You remembered that in your anticipation to take a shower you had forgotten the second chicken… “Shuck.” You muttered only, biting your lip.

Newt raised an eyebrow. “Something the matter, Y/N?”

You roughly pushed past him, colliding shoulders with his. “Nothing’s the matter, Newt,” you snapped. “Go away.”

“Y/N,” Newt warned slowly, lowering his voice slightly, though it became raspier than ever because he was so parched. The heat was clearly getting to him, too. “Y/N, come back here.”

You continued walking.

“Y/N, don’t you dare walk away from me!” Newt shouted at you, though you were already halfway to the Homesteads now.

You shrugged simply and waved sassily back. “Watch me, Newt!” You called back out to him.

As quick as a whip, Newt ran up to you, grabbing your arm and swinging you around to face him. “Y/N, I am your second in command, you will do as I say,” he ordered you roughly.

You made a face and pulled yourself out of his grasp. “Make me,” you challenged, sticking your tongue out at him, and before Newt could even react, you turned and started running in the opposite direction. You clung to your towel desperately, regretting not putting on clothes immediately. You swore to yourself, but refused to look back to see if Newt was gaining ground on you; he undoubtedly was: even with his limp, you were encumbered by the towel, forced to run slower. As his unmistakable footsteps began grow louder behind you, you flung yourself into your hut and shut the door, though you knew that couldn’t keep him out for long.

Newt pounded on the door in a split second. “Y/N! Don’t make me barge in there. I will drag you out of there myself if that’s what it takes to get you to finish your work.”

You smiled to yourself, suddenly overcome with a desire to embarrass Newt. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you called out warningly in a sing-song voice. “My towel fell off, and I’m trying to get dressed…”

Newt immediately withdrew from the door, but was resilient. “I’m not falling for that, Y/N! I’m coming in there in one minute, and you better be dressed.”

You pouted, creeping closer to the door to taunt Newt. “But that’s not nearly enough time, Newt,” you whined. “But you already know that, don’t you?” You smiled wickedly.

Though you couldn’t see Newt flush, you could hear him falter. “Y/N, d-don’t be ridiculous - I know what you’re trying to do. I don’t care. If you’re not dressed, it’s your own shuckin’ fault.”

You shrugged, slipping out of the towel and leisurely started putting on your clothes. “Alright, but don’t be surprised if you see me n –”

The door to the hut burst open, but you were wearing only your underwear and a large t-shirt, that was barely reaching a couple inches into your thighs. You smiled victoriously, pleased to see Newt’s red face, clearly more embarrassed now than in the showers. It didn’t help Newt and you had always felt attracted to each other, even started falling for each other as you grew closer in friendship, but neither of you acted upon it because Alby forbid it. Now, seeing Newt’s eyes reluctantly trailing over your half-exposed body, it made you want to forget there were any rules in place. 

Newt clenched his jaw and crossed his arms. “Go ahead,” he said in a hardened tone, trying to mask his obvious reaction at seeing you half-naked. “Get dressed.”

You raised an eyebrow incredulously. “Seriously?”

Newt gazed at you stonily, and only gestured for you to proceed getting dressed. You scoffed. You threw your jeans at him and flopped down onto your bed, sticking your tongue out again at him. You had pushed your luck too far. Newt closed the distance between the two of you in a flash, and climbed over you on your bed, pinning you down against the sheets. He glared at you with darkened eyes. “Do you think that I’m joking, Y/N?”

You panted slightly underneath him, unable to help but think this was the first time Newt had ever gotten on your bed. You had been on his plenty of times, but he had never been on yours. This was different. “Not anymore,” you replied breathlessly, afraid of what he would do next.

Newt nodded. “Good that. Now be a good girl and do as I say,” he growled at you roughly.

You smiled mischievously up at him, fully aware that he was still hovering over you, his face just inches from yours. If you just leaned up… “And what if I don’t?” you asked teasingly.

“I’ll punish you,” Newt said tonelessly.

You lifted yourself up slightly, meeting Newt’s cheek with yours, your lips brushing against the side of his face as you moved to whisper playfully in his ear. “I’d like to see you try,” you threatened, your lips pressed against his skin hotly.

Newt jerked back surprisedly, before his eyes filled with a new look of… lust. The wild, crazed desire finally unleashed within him, Newt grabbed you by the shoulder roughly and pushed you down against the bed, smashing his lips against yours. He kept you pinned down as he delved deeper into the kiss, your lips opening and parting to meet his. He pressed his tongue against your mouth, pulling away before giving you two hot kisses with tongue, each time exploring deeper and deeper. You gasped in order to catch your breath, taken aback by the suddenness and rushed manner of Newt’s kisses. He didn’t even give you a chance to catch your breath before lowering himself down on you again, pressing his lips to yours with a deep hunger you didn’t know he had in him.

You flicked his tongue with your own, moaning at his every touch. The blonde, instantly turned on by the sounds your moans, cupped your cheek, pulling you even closer to him, and you trailed your fingers up to tangle them within his disheveled hair. You smiled at his eagerness, and as your mouth twisted in victory you pulled away teasingly. Newt tried to lean down to kiss you but you merely turned your face slyly, laughing. Newt groaned in frustration and looked at you inquisitively, panting heavily. You watched him as his eyes followed you as you scooted back to the top of the bed. “It’s so easy to get you, Newt,” you giggled.

Newt raised his eyebrows in arrogant surprise. “Oh yeah? Sure about that, love?” He slowly crept forward and suddenly lunged to tackle you against the soft sheets, and though you laughed and tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp, Newt’s strong arms forced you against his hard chest.

You gasped for breath in between pouts and cried, “That’s no fair, Newt!” Newt smirked and flipped you over, releasing you playfully against the bed, running his hands up the side of your body until he reached your arms, which he moved up by your head and pinned your hands under his. He laced his long, rough fingers through yours and raked his teeth down the side of your neck, causing you to drop your head back against the sheets. You arched your back, surrendering yourself, as he lowered his wet kisses down your neck.

He paused, watching your eyelashes flutter and small, gasping breaths escape your lips. Seeing you crumble under his touch made him smirk, swelling his heart with pride that only he got to see you this way. “All’s fair in love and war, Y/N,” Newt whispered in your ear and pecked it with a small kiss after.

You smile and take his cheek into your hands, turning it to face his sweet caramel eyes towards you. “Well, if this is what a little war with you brings, I’m not complaining,” you winked and pulled Newt down to kiss him again.

Masterlist thing

Hey Everyone, this is my masterlist type of thing for my imagines, sorry it’s kind of long and strange, but I hope you enjoy. Love you all and I hope you have an amazing day!


Newt Scamander X Reader imagines

Drawn Together-Newt and the reader are friends, but Newt wishes they could be more  X

Protective Side- Newt and the reader are out on a date but the reader’s ex shows up to the scene X

Flowers in Your Hair-Reader is stressed so Newt helps them relax  X

My Eyes are Different, Darling- Reader meets with a friend, but this meeting results in them feeling very insecure and Newt finds out and comforts them   X

Empty Bed- Reader has trouble sleeping   X

Chains- The reader’s heart is hurting (depression related)  X

An Unexpected Rescue- Newt and the reader step in to save a harmed creature while in the city   X

Sips of Jealousy- Reader is jealous of Newt and Tina, and later Newt finds her sobbing and drunk (mentions of drinking)   X

Early Delivery- Reader is pregnant and goes into labor in the case  X

Tickled Pink Part one - Newt meets the reader, who is a metamorphmagus and passionate creature lover, when visiting with Tina and Queenie  X

Tickled Pink Part two-  X

Handwritten Heartbreak- Newt misses the reader  X

Click- The reader is an aspiring fiction author, yet when met with Writer’s Block, they start to lose faith in their passionate and abilities, causing Newt to make things right  X

It’s What’s Best For You Sweetheart- The reader’s parents don’t like Newt, even though the fact that he’s been dating the reader since Hogwarts   X

Trinkets of Treasure- It’s Newt and the reader’s anniversary, and the Niffler steals Newt’s gift to them.  X

Just Us- Newt and the reader enjoy a honeymoon together (very fluffy)  X

Slipping Into Moonlight- Newt wakes up in the middle of the night to see the reader still awake  X

Be Mine- A Valentine’s Day imagine  X

Forget Me Not, My Love- the reader has to be obliviated following the events that occurred in New York  X

Satisfied-Part One- Newt has fallen for the reader, but he knows hat his brother and you have formed a connection (based off of the song Satisfied from Hamilton  X      Part 2

Slipping Away-Newt has been distant, and it starts to take a toll on the relationship X

It Takes Two to Cuddle-The reader is feeling quite lonely, and Newt arrives to help   X

In and Out- The reader is bullied, causing a panic attack to occur, but Newt helps comfort them (takes place at Hogwarts)  X

Please Don’t Leave Me- The reader is extremely hurt during the fight with Graves, and in that moment they reveal their feelings to Newt (probably one of the most angsty things I’ve ever written)  X

As Bad As the Niffler- Newt realizes that one of his sweaters has gone missing from his closet  X

Show You- The reader has a disability but is insecure and doesn’t think that anyone will love her, but Newt shows them otherwise (disabled fem! reader by special request)  X

Out of a Nightmare and Into a Dream- After Newt and the reader watch a scary movie, Newt comes to comfort them after noticing them let a few tears fall in their sleep. Fluffy comfort and a confession of feelings follows. X

Hearts Half Full- Reader suffers a miscarriage and begins to isolate herself more and more, but with time and care from Newt, everything starts to heal   X

Send Her My Love- (songfic) the reader is obliviated, but Newt still remembers everything they had together (Newt’s pov)   X

Sticks and Stones- Tina is jealous of the reader and Newt’s relationship  X

Ever So Charming- Newt gets himself and the reader in a tricky situation  X

Scars and Scattered Thoughts- The reader feels responsible for the scars that litter Newt’s body as they were not there to protect him, but Newt assures that that is not the case (part one is clean, part two will be a cont. and nsfw) 

Part 1  X      Part 2 X

Songs of Shyness- Newt hears the reader singing in the shower X


Newt Scamander X Hogwarts!Reader Works

Headcanons for ALL the Hogwarts houses (List)  X

Ravenclaw Reader! part 1 X    Part 2:  X

Hufflepuff Reader! Part 1  X     Part 2:  X

Slytherin Reader! Part 1  X     Part 2:  X

Gryffindor! Reader Part 1 X     Part 2:  X


Assorted Newt x Reader Headcanons

Traveling with Newt Headcanons   X

Newt Taking Care of You When You’re Sick/ Not Feeling Well Headcanons  X

Jealous! Newt Headcanons  X

Newt x Bookworm!Reader Headcanons   X

Random Fluffy Newt x reader Headcanons  X

More Fluffy newt x reader Headcanons   X

Newt Finding Out You Had a Bad Day Headcanons X

Newt Scamander Christmas Headcanons X


Credence Barebone x Reader Imagines

Warm Hugs and Cocoa Mugs- he reader finds Credence upset in the streets and invites him in for some cocoa and comfort (Part 1X   Part 2  X


Other Harry Potter characters x Reader Imagines

Who You Are~Young Remus x Reader- Remus thinks his condition will eventually lead him to hurt the reader in the future, so he cuts them off until they confront him (sad angsty and fluffy) X

After all

Newt Imagine
Warnings: Death Cure spoilers (Uses script from the book)

This one was actually a request so I hope you enjoy! (If not, I’m sorry but I tried.)

Next story won’t be out for a while because I have to concentrate on school so all my current requests won’t be published for a short time.

Thanks for understanding!

“Instead of Newt dying, they make it in time to save Newt and the reader somehow stops him from going crazy, but they had never met until this point.”

Part 2 is out!

“Just stop the freaking van!” 

In the middle of the chaos, a van screeched to a stop, a boy of about 16 jumping out, slowly walking over towards a lone figure that stood apart from the other Cranks who were still working on the pile of refuge.

From who he was before, the lone boy looked terrible, some parts of his hair gone, body covered in scratches and bruises. His shirt barely clung to his thin figure, incredibly ripped whilst his trousers appeared too big, covered in grime and stains of blood.

His eyes were filled with a dark desire for something, flicking over everything that was in the area, two festering pools of madness.

“Hey. Newt. It’s me, Thomas. You still remember me, right?”

And then, his eyes were calm. The same chocolate brown they always were, the same colour that Thomas had grew to know as something to trust. Ever since they had become friends, Thomas knew he could trust Newt, just from his eyes.

“I bloody remember you, Tommy. You just came to see me at the Palace, rubbed it in that you ignored my note. I can’t go completely crazy in a few days.”

His voice was heavily laced with a British accent, making it seem like Newt was perfectly fine, that nothing was wrong…

Making Thomas forget that this could be the last time he saw his friend.

“Then why are you here? Why are you with … them?”

Thomas’s voice was shaky, like he didn’t want to say the words, dreading them before they tumbled out of his mouth. Newt didn’t seem to take offence though, taking a small break to look up at the sky and lick his dry lips, trying to think of what to say.

“It comes and goes, man. I can’t explain it. Sometimes I can’t control myself, barely know what I’m doing. But usually it’s just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything off-kilter just enough to bother me—make me angry.”

“You seem fine right now.”

“Yeah, well. The only reason I’m with these wackers from the Palace is because I don’t know what else to do. They’re fighting, but they’re also a group. You find yourself alone, you don’t have a bloody chance.”

“Newt, come with me this time, right now. We can take you somewhere safer, somewhere better to …”

The two ignored everything that was happening around, looking directly at each other as Newt laughed, his head twitching a few times, an unnatural movement that should have scared Thomas. 

But instead, Thomas stood his ground, wanting nothing more than to help his friend, not believing that there was nothing he could do to help Newt and the darkness that was succumbing over him.

“Get out of here, Tommy. Get away.”

His words were filled with a desperation, like he was begging for Thomas to run before he did something that he couldn’t control, something he would regret for his entire life.

“Just come with me,” Thomas pleaded, his voice cracking at the idea of leaving Newt to become like one of the Cranks, deranged, with no-one that cared about them. “I’ll tie you up if it makes you feel better.”

After that, Thomas knew he had said the wrong thing as Newt scrunched his face up in anger, venom seething through every word.

“Just shut up, you shuck traitor! Didn’t you read my note? You can’t do one last, lousy thing for me? Gotta be the hero, like always? I hate you! I always hated you!”

By the end, he was shouting, his eyes becoming glassy. Inside, Newt felt trapped, it wasn’t him shouting these words, it was someone else, the madness inside that was slowly claiming Newts body as its own, gaining control.

“Newt …”

It was just a faint whisper, so faint that Thomas suspected Newt didn’t even hear it, as Newt kept going, arms moving round violently, expressing his anger.

“It was all your fault! You could’ve stopped them when the first Creators died. You could’ve figured out a way. But no! You had to keep it going, try to save the world, be the hero. And you came to the Maze and never stopped. All you care about is yourself! Admit it! Gotta be the one people remember, the one people worship! We should’ve thrown you down the Box hole!”

Thomas was frozen in place. Newt’s words struck him deep in the heart, a lone tear falling down his chin as he watched Newt come closer, his fists clenched, eyes wild.

“Newt, stop. Just listen to me. I know you’re okay in there. Enough to hear me out.”

“I hate you, Tommy!” 

He wanted so hard to believe it wasn’t true, but with each nearing step, the hurt that Thomas felt grew into an impending fear that coursed through his veins.

A fear of what might happen to both himself and Newt.

“I hate you I hate you I hate you! After all I did for you, after all the freaking klunk I went through in the bloody Maze, you can’t do the one and only thing I’ve ever asked you to do! I can’t even look at your ugly shuck face!”

“Newt, you need to stop. They’re going to shoot you. Just stop and
listen to me! Get in the van, let me tie you up. Give me a chance!”

Regaining movement, Thomas took a few steps back, tentatively holding his hands out in an action to show Newt that he meant no harm.

Completely unprepared, Thomas’s eyes widened in fear as Newt screamed in anger and ran forwards, knocking Thomas down to the ground, climbing atop of him and pinning him down, not allowing his friend to regain his breath.

“I should rip your eyes out,” Newt said, his voice hoarse from all the screaming, but still containing the same poisonous tone that freaked Thomas out. “Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why’d you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?”

Fumbling around with his belt, Thomas managed to slip a finger through his gun and very gently slid it out of the holster, trying not to move to quickly so Newt would notice.

“You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don’t think I did.”

“What happened?” Thomas asked, stalling for time, the gun now properly in his hand, the grip feeling unnatural, sensing that what was going to happen shouldn’t.

“I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the Doors closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all … your … fault!”

Suddenly, Newt moved, his actions fluid, leaving Thomas to allow them to happen. He found himself with his gun pointed towards Newt’s head, Newts own hand holding it there, tears streaming from his eyes.

“Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!”

What Thomas expected to come out as full screaming came out as mere whispers, and when he looked into Newts eyes, he found the same comforting eyes that he had seen too many times, the eyes that he confined in, told all his secrets too.

“I can’t, Newt, I can’t.”

“Make amends! Repent for what you did!” The words made Newts body shake, immense force behind each one.

“Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right thing. Put me out of my misery.”

“Newt, maybe we can—”

“Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!”

“I can’t.”

“Do it!”

“I can’t!”

In his head, Thomas questioned everything that he was thinking. How could Newt ask him to do such a thing? Was there a way to cure him?

“Kill me or I’ll kill you. Kill me! Do it!”

“Newt …”

“Do it before I become one of them!”

“I …”


And then Newt’s eyes cleared, as if he’d gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened.

“Please, Tommy. Please.”

About to pull the trigger, Thomas was left speechless when Newt slumped onto him, not lifeless, just asleep. 

Struggling to sit up, he saw a girl in the distance, a gun aimed at where Newt had been kneeling over Thomas. She stopped aiming, and blew the smoke away that was escaping from the top of the gun, walking slightly forwards, allowing Thomas to see her closer up.

She had hair that glistened in the sun, skin that was battered, scarred and cut, showing off various memories from her life. Her eyes were narrowed, sparkling slightly as she pulled out another gun and shot at the van, her aim impeccable, precisely hitting the back wheel so that inside, Lawrence would never know any better. 

However, the whistling shot attracted all of the Cranks, their heads turning at angles inhumanly impossible, their bodies contorted as they ran towards the van, leading Lawrence to call out his apologies to Thomas, speeding off down the ruined street, shouting out a location where he would meet Thomas.

The girl, happy with her work, jogged over, sliding her guns into the appropriate holsters and helped Thomas get up who hoisted Newt over his shoulder. 

“Come with me. Stay low. No noise.”

And then they set off, the sun setting, their figures disappearing into a building not too far away, the door sealing shut behind them.

Streaming through the windows, Newts body was basked in sunlight, his clothes different, cleaner, not ripped. He lifted an arm up and groaned at the effort, but he felt his head and his hair seemed to have grown back, and then he felt his face, and it no longer seemed covered in cuts. 

Trying to sit up, he found it took extremely long as all his limbs felt like lead, but when he did, he gazed at his surroundings, the room that was too clean, the thin white mesh that covered the window swaying in the slight breeze, the furniture all white, perfectly clean.

This had to be heaven. 

Standing up, he staggered over to a mirror that hung over the small sink in the room and gasped. He had always imagined himself looking different in heaven.

Perhaps he thought a halo would don his head, or he would be dressed in white robes, with a set of wings attached to his back.

But no.

He was perfectly fine, his hair the usual amount of messy, his skin almost the same albeit for a few faint scars. He looked down, and found himself wearing a shirt and trousers that looked like his old clothes, but no longer broken, no longer hanging off his frame.

Going over to the window, he only made it halfway when someone walked into the room, humming a tune as they came.

Looking over to the doorway, Newts breath was taken away as he saw the girl gasped in shock, dropping the small tray that was in her hands.

If he was in heaven, she was definitely one of gods angels, her hair down, in a style that perfectly complemented her face structure. Her eyes twinkled, a kind look in them as she smiled brightly, flashing her teeth. 

“Terribly sorry. I hadn’t realised you would awake so soon. I’m glad your better though, my names Y/N, nice to meet you Newt.”

He failed to find his words, sitting down on the bed sheets he had previously clambered out of. 

“Are you an angel?” 

It was the only question he could get out, and he felt stupid when she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as she struggled for breath.

“Me? An angel? Good one, mate. I guess you could class me as an angel considering I saved your life out there, but no. I’m just as human as you are.”

So he wasn’t dead. At least not yet.

“But… I had the Flare… I was a Crank… Thomas… he shot me… I’m dead… I should be dead.”

“That’s right, you should be, but I managed to save you. See, I like to experiment and I’ve been trying to create a cure for the Flare, just like W.C.K.D. Only, I knew what to do. Unfortunately, my dad was one of the people who helped create the Flare, so I just had to found his notes on the cure. And then formulate it, that bit was a tad hard here. So it took a while, but I did it and I saw the rundown between you and your buddy Thomas, so I decided you deserved to live and shot you with the cure. And now your here!”

She finished her explanation with a fake curtsy, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the room, excited to show me something.


There, in the next room, was Thomas, who gently walked towards me, as if cared that I would attack at any given moment. After a minute, he smiled cheekily and pulled me in for a hug, whispering in my ear.

“You know, I don’t think your lifes gonna be that bad with Y/N around. From what you told me, she seems like your type.”

Ending the hug, he raised an eyebrow and winked at me, leaving me to laugh for the first time in a while.

Looking back at Y/N who was watching our exchange with a blissful look, I nodded.

“You know what, I don’t think living is going to be that bad after all.”

Originally posted by falaffles83

  • My friend: soooo what are you looking for in a guy?
  • Me: kind. sweet. approximately 6'2". ginger. messy hair. wears bow ties and a blue coat. no one can ever figure out THE FUCK his eye color is. has to have solid cheek bones just saying. also jawline. freckles are a thing. wizard. Hufflepuff™. author. magizoologist. is actually Newt Scamander.
Heart-Filled || A Newt Imagine

Originally posted by sundaze-e

Summary: Newt and Minho had to endure a night in the Maze. The reader wakes up to an all-too-pleasant surprise. Fluff though, so… yeah.

 A/N: Look at that adorable face. Also, I was sleepy as ever when I wrote this so I don’t even know. Don’t get me started.

Word Count: 1168

“It’s getting dark,” you commented, storing the last of the monthly supplies. “Can I go meet up with Min and Newt before they get to the Map Room?” you turned to Clint, who was listing things down.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “The Hut’s practically empty. Be quick, though, no more than ten minutes.”

You thanked your Keeper before shutting the door behind you. The doors were already closed. Newt and Minho were probably already in the Map Room. You were about to return to the Hut when you saw Alby walking towards you, catching your attention, so you met him halfway.

“Hey, Alby, what’s up?” you smiled politely at your leader.

He had a grave look on his usually dominant face. Your smile vanished.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, inhaling deeply. “They didn’t make it.”

It took a little longer for the words to sink in. It could mean something else… but no, the words clearly held one meaning.

Newt was inside the Maze.

All came crashing down, and you muttered an inaudible “excuse me” before rushing toward the Deadheads.

You were torn between preparing for getting familiar with the feeling of pestering emptiness in you and hoping he’d be there, alive and well, when the sun comes up. The rational part of you wanted to settle for the former choice: Minho and Thomas got lucky the first time around, it seems unlikely that Minho will get lucky the second time.

All of a sudden, the walls seemed quite tempting. But you continued to run, focusing your eyes on the obliviously mourning Gladers as you went. Gally – the person who made sure you had enough to eat, Thomas – the boy who never let you anywhere near the Maze doors, Chuck – the little brother who always lifted your spirits with his innocent yet wise insights… they all loved you, needed you.

You reached the crowd of trees, finally, and leant against the nearest tree you could find. You began to process everything, - well, you tried – but the tears came flowing down uninvited.

You promised. You thought, the idea ripping your heart to pieces. He did promise. He always does.

Every now and then, when time calls for it (or when Alby says so), you watched Newt prepare for a day in the Maze, pushing away the obvious uncertainty of whether he’d return or not.

One night you told Newt about your concerns, and ever since, he always promised that he’d return to you, that he’d be careful, that he’d watch the time. He always kept his promise… until now.

He promised.

Your thoughts lingered to the boy, the boy you entrusted your life to.

The boy whose arms you slept in every night, who vowed to make you both a new life outside the Maze, who always put you first before anyone including him, whose voice you wake up to every morning – husky, thick and loving.

It was fully dark now, and you remained still, uncertain of what to do. A flickering light began to ease its way towards you.

“Y/N?” Thomas.

Gally held the torch in his hands. Both boys looked at you sympathetically, eyes fresh of tears.

“Let’s get you to your room,” Thomas whispered, voice cracking.

When you didn’t respond, he lifted you up in his arms and began walking to yours and Newt’s room, Gally leading the way with the light.

The bed was uncannily cold. The room was too quiet and still, and it formed an ache in your stomach, a certain emptiness you knew would never leave.

Sleep never came. Instead, tears you willed to stop never did. You only felt your eyes get heavier when the sun’s rays began peeking through the door, and sleep finally found you.

The boys probably didn’t bother waking you, because you woke to the boys’ voices, Alby’s the loudest, commanding the Track-Hoes to lift the craters elsewhere.

The tears threatened to arrive along with the thought of his absence. Consciousness fully took over, and you shut your eyes then rolled to your side and let yourself grieve.

Well, you tried to roll to your side.

You opened them slowly to see a hint of pale skin and tousled light brown hair. Your fingers ran across the bare back that faced you. A hint of familiarity hit you, and you let your fingers dance to his hair.


“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his back remained facing you.

You didn’t respond, and you withdrew your fingers. He took the opportunity to turn around and look at you.

His gaze was intense and apologetic, but he was also determined to get a response out of you. He reached for your hand and placed it on his bare chest.

“Talk to me, love.” His expression was worried, and he pressed his hand on yours.

You kept your gaze on your hands on his chest. You missed him, truly. But you were angry at him for worrying you so much. For breaking his promise, technically.

“I was ready to jump off the wall.” It was all you can say. You didn’t want to say it, but the second bitterness overtook your thoughts, the words rolled off your tongue. And for the first time in two years, you saw Newt cry.

It was a gentle sob, two tears rolled off his cheeks and his shoulders didn’t shake. He didn’t move at all.

You were both silent for a long while and you were contemplating leaving when Newt took you in his arms, tightly. It was a wonderful feeling. Home.

You began sobbing again, curled up in his arms, your own arms embracing yourself under his. He pressed his forehead on your head, rubbing your back. When you finally calmed down, he spoke.

“I’m not doing that again, love. Ever.”

“That’s very convincing, Newt.” You spat bitterly, and you felt him cringe. The  guilt came as soon as the words left. You whispered a soft apology.

“I love you, Y/N, in case you’ve forgotten already.” He breathed deeply. “If that is the case, I’ll remind you every day.”

“I love you, too.” It was barely audible. You felt an unexplainable peace, knowing that the boy you loved so dearly, your safety and the responsible captor of your heart, was here in your bed, willingly yours in return.

“I think of you, y’know.” He commented. “Every time I run in there, all I could bloody think of is what I can give you out there.”

You remained silent, giving him nothing but a sniff.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t here. I do all this for you. Just say the word, love, whatever you want, I’ll dedicate my life to finding it.”

You raised your chin up, your nose just under his jaw. You breathed in his all-too-familiar scent and relished in the feeling of his bare skin against yours, emerging butterflies in your stomach.

You.” It came as a whisper, but the weight of the word remained the same. “I want you.”


It’s a Buggin’ Girl

Pairing: Newt x badass!reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, badass!reader, violence 
Summary: (Y/N)’s new to the Glade- the only problem? She’s a girl. Oh, and she has WCKD tattooed in bold, black letters just below her jaw. Mistrust runs deep when your life could end with the flip of a switch, and you’re trapped in an enormous Maze with no way out. Can she adjust to her new life, along with the mysterious boy named Newt, or will everything go wrong just as it always does?

A/N: Helloooooo Newt! I am in love with this character right now so please send in some requests! :) There will most likely be a part two to this as well. 

Lights flashes on and off as you felt yourself being hurdled upwards. Banging your hand against the metal walls, you realized you were in a cage. The sick feeling in your stomach only worsened- there was no way out. 

“HEY!” You screamed and banged your fist against the wall again, “LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!” 

You hit until your hand was sore and throbbing, but that cage still wouldn’t budge. Those god damn walls had you trapped, and you felt yourself starting to panic. How do I get out? How do I get out? How do I get out? You chorused, forcing your breathing to steady. 

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you decided to look at it, the box stopped…. and you were met with a blinding white light. 

Were you dead? Was the box just a feverish nightmare before the end? You wondered as the scene before you started to fill in. Blinking, you saw you were still in that god damn cage. 

It all looked very different in the light though, and you found the barrels surrounding you were filled with food, water and blankets- not the torture devices you’d imagined on the way up. 

“Hey, Newt, what is it?” You heard a male voice from above the box’s rim, “Shucking hurry up will ya?” 

“It’s, it’s,” Your gaze darted to the boy in front of you, whom you hadn’t noticed before, locking your terrified eyes to his, “It’s a girl.” 

He stared at you in shock, actually taking a step back from where you were sitting, knees hugged to your chest, “It’s a buggin’ girl.” 

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Left Behind

Summary: You’re in the WICKED compound, and you’re left behind.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count: 3250

Warnings: Swearing, angst, and kind of spoilers for The Scorch Trials movie.

A/N: The trailer for The Death Cure came out yesterday and I’m shook. Also, I wanna thank everybody for the love on the last imagine! I wasn’t expecting so many notes so thank you! Anyways, enjoy! 

Part 1 | MasterlistPart 2

They had been flying in the helicopter for hours before reaching the place where they were supposed to be ‘safe.’

After having a nice meal, a man with a gun opened the door. They all turned their attention to him and got up from where they were sitting and talking. A man with a rat face came into the room.

“You kids doing all right?” He said. “Sorry about all fuss. We had ourselves a bit of a swarm.”

“Who are you?” Thomas asked.

“I’m the reason you’re all still alive and it’s my intention to keep you that way. Now, come with me.” He gestured them to follow him. “We’ll get you kids squared away.”

They all began to follow him as he walked through the building. “You can call me Mr. Janson. I run this place. For us it is a sanctuary, safe from the horrors of the outside world. You all should think of it as a way station. Kind of a… home between homes. Watch yourselves.” He pointed up to where a few sparks rained down.

“That mean you’re taking us home?” Thomas asked.

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Come Home (Newt Scamander x Reader)

The winner of the Newt Vs. Steve contest. Hope you enjoy!

He sat across from you at the kitchen table in your small London flat. You lazily stirred a spoon in your cold tea, watching as he eagerly read a letter from New York; more specifically, a girl from New York. Tina Goldstein to be exact.

You knew by the glimmer in his green eyes that he was going to leave, most likely due to her requesting his presence in America. You knew that she was beginning to take a spot in his heart that was supposed to be meant for only you, and you didn’t know how to accept that.

“You look happy,” you noted, setting your spoon on the table as Newt lowered the letter. A grin had formed on his face, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he sat back in his squeaky chair.

“I guess I am,” he beamed, his smile remained bright as his eyes found yours.

“Care to elaborate?” You questioned, leaning back in your own chair while crossing your arms over your chest.

“It looks like I’m returning to New York again!” He exclaimed gleefully. “Tina located a few Bowtruckles and wants me to take them in! I can’t put into words how excited I am to return; there was so much I wanted to do last time and-“

“Am I going with you?” You interrupted his wild speech after noticing that he was only mentioning things that he wanted to do. Newt’s grin faltered and he moved foward to grasp onto your hand; you allowed him to and watched him carefully.

“I don’t think it would be best,” he told you. He didn’t look the least bit bothered by the fact that you wouldn’t be joining him. “Tina is only expecting me, and I have to leave first thing in the morning, she even sent a ticket for the boat-”

“How considerate,” you snapped, pulling your hand out of his roughly. Newt looked shocked at your sudden action.

“This is a great opportunity, Y/N, don’t be mad at me,” he seethed, watching as you stood up to place your cup in the sink. You stood with your back to him when you began to speak again.

“I don’t understand how you can think I would be okay with you leaving me behind!” You said, voice shaking from anger. “I work with you and the creatures, Newt, this is my life! And suddenly you want to leave me behind?”

“You know that’s not true,” he protested, rising from his seat. “But I don’t always need you to be there; the creatures and I will be fine for a few weeks in New York without you!”

“I’m glad to hear that you don’t need me,” you stated, turning to face him with glassy eyes. He couldn’t feel any kind of remorse for bringing you to tears; there had once been a time where he would have been a mess at the sight of you crying.

“What do you want me to say? I’m perfectly capable of doing things without you! I’m getting the Bowtruckles and coming back here to you, Y/N.”

“Don’t you dare try to convince me that I’m not the one who has your heart anymore!” You yelled, voice cracking. Newt jumped, his jaw dropping slightly as his heart began to feel heavy. “You’re in love with someone else, Newt. She’s in New York, and I’m not her.”

“Y/N,” he sniffled, stepping towards you, his hand beginning to stretch out to you. You merely shook your head and stepped back.

“Go to New York, Newt,” you whispered, wiping at your eyes quickly before looking at him. He closed his eyes as he looked into your own, not able to handle the wall he could see being put up in you. The wall that would be used to keep him out, to push him away.

“I’m just confused, you know I love you-”

“If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have fallen for her,” you declared. “You are a pathetic excuse of a man, Newt Scamander.”

Newt sat across from Queenie in the kitchen of the apartment. Tina was at work, leaving the magizoologist alone with her sister.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Queenie began as she stirred her steaming coffee. “There are just some things that I can’t help but hear-”

“Please don’t read my mind,” he pleaded quietly in a hoarse voice.

Newt had returned to New York without you after making you promise to wait for him in London. He hadn’t realized how different life would be without you, though. There was more to do in the case. There was no one there to fix his hair after a night of falling asleep at his desk, but then again, there was no one there to make sure that he didn’t fall asleep at his desk.

“Your thoughts are kinda loud right now,” Queenie stated, looking down at her cup with a frown. “I just want to know what your intentions with my sister are.”

“I can assure you that my intentions are strictly platonic,” he rushed out nervously.

“Y/N didn’t seem to think so, did she?” Queenie inquired, her eyes flashing up to meet his with a hint of suspicion. She had always liked you and had admired your relationship with Newt; it hurt her to know that her sister was the reason you and Newt were fighting.

“You know what Y/N thought,” he snapped, beginning to feel upset. “She and I are going to work things out when I return to London, though. Everything will be okay for us.”

“Mr. Scamander, I know what happened between you and Tina,” Queenie sighed sadly. Newt’s leg hit the bottom of the table and he winced.

“It was a mistake,” he attempted to reassure her.

“Tina doesn’t think so. She doesn’t even know that you’re still with Y/N.”

“Well, I am still with Y/N,” he insisted, despite not knowing where your relationship stood.

It wouldn’t be until he returned to London that he found out.

“Let’s talk,” you stated as Newt entered the kitchen the morning after he returned from New York. You clutched a letter behind your back as you stood in front of the sink, watching as he stumbled wearily into a seat at the table.

“Would you like to start?” He questioned lowly, looking up at you as he played nervously with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Okay,” you breathed out, grasping tightly onto the letter. “How was New York?”

“It was fine,” he told you. “The new Bowtruckles are in the case and seem to like the others.”

“Did you see Jacob?”

“Yes, he and Queenie are getting very well acquainted again, I believe there will be a wedding soon,” he said with a small smile. “I always thought it would be us getting married first.”

“I… I don’t see a wedding in our future,” you whispered slowly, closing your eyes so you couldn’t watch the hurt fill his face.

“W-What?” He choked out, finding it hard to breathe as the weight of your words came crashing down over him. A tidal wave of what could have been. “Y/N, please don’t say that-”

“Tina sent me a letter,” you interrupted him, shakily holding the letter in front of your trembling body. You opened your eyes and found Newt shaking his head slightly, eyes filled with tears. “She wanted to make sure I was alright, you know, since we apparently we aren’t together anymore. She wanted to say sorry for her new relationship with you-”

“Give me that!” He exclaimed, jumping up from the table and bounding over to rip the letter from your hands.

“Step away from me right now,” you growled out, putting the letter behind your back. He began to speak before you cut him off. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say, this letter made it very clear that our relationship is done. I have my things packed, I should go.”

“No, Y/N, please,” he begged, falling to his knees and grabbing ahold of your legs as he cried. His head rested on your stomach, your shirt began to dampen from his tears as you attempted to pull away.

“Let go of me, Newt,” you demanded, pushing at his shoulders. He shook his head, looking up at you as he continued to cry.

“Stay, Y/N, please-”

“Let me go-”

“No, not until you-”

There was a loud slap, his head reeling to the side from the force of your hand against his cheek. His crying went silent as your hand stung, and finally, his arms dropped from your legs. You could tell that you had shook him down to his core, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you left the kitchen to gather your bags.

“Goodbye, Newt.”

A/N: Definitely thinking about a part two for a reunion at a little wedding in New York. Let me know what you guys think.



Fics marked with * are ones that are either fan favorites or ones I am really proud of

Newt Scamander


Occamy Incident

Work Partners

You’re a Cinnamon Roll!

Sickness Sucks *

Queenie’s Matchmaking 101

Don’t Tell Me How To Raise My Children


Your Scars



She’s a No-Maj?

Newt Scamander’s Day Off

Escaped Niffler

Back Home

I Love You, and Only You *

Tell Me Everything

You Seem Familiar

An Arranged Marriage

Don’t Worry Darling *

Don’t I Know You?

Pet Store AU


Fear of the Thunderbird

Dating Newt Scamander Would Include…



Teaching Newt How To Cook Would Include…

I Think I’m In Love With My Tutor *****

Newt Dating a Photographer Would Include…

Newt Being the Little Spoon Would Include…*

Of Course I Believe in Magic

How Many Freckles Do You Have?

Dating Modern!Newt Scamander Would Include…

Rainy Days

Draco Malfoy

You’re the Best Thing That’s Ever Happened to Me

Leave Her Alone *

Leave Her Alone Pt. 2

What Would They Say?

Bad Day

I Don’t Want to Be the Reason You Get Hurt *

Injured Rabbit

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include… *

Can I Take Your Picture?

A Taste Of Your Own Medicine

A Taste Of Your Own Medicine Pt. 2

Draco Malfoy Loving Musicals Would Include…

Yule Ball

Cuddling With Draco Malfoy Would Include…



“Honey, do you know where my–what the hell happened to you?”

“Did they hurt you?”

“I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“Don’t shut me out.”

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” & “How long have you been standing there?”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me too.”

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to God!  You’re on the couch for a month!” & “Quit it or I’ll bite you.”


“Do that one more time and see what happens.”

“Please enlighten me with why you have detention this week, love.”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

Tired || A Newt Imagine

Originally posted by gangsterthomasbrodie

Summary: For the darling who requested a oneshot in the Scorch. An argument leaves the reader in an empty bed, but it’s nothing a few rolls of thunder can’t fix.

Word Count: 601

Warnings: None, just fluff.


Weeks after staying with the Right Arm, you learned to consider it your home. You were all given tents – Minho and Thomas insisted on sharing one while Newt was given a slightly bigger one for you two.

Once again, you have woken up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. You could hear the murmurs of the three outside, so you slipped on one of Newt’s sweaters and headed out.


Minho, Thomas and Newt were in a serious discussion, and they both lifted their heads to look at you by the sound of your voice.

“You should go to bed, man.” Thomas told Newt after a long silence.

Hesitating still, Newt nodded. You gave Minho and Thomas a good night hug before heading back inside.

“You should really start going to bed early, you’ll tire yourself further if you don’t stop doing that.”

“I can’t fix my head on staying here forever, Y/N. Not like I did with the Glade.”

Please, Newt. Just a few nights.”

“You don’t bloody understand, Y/N! Just because a few people treat you nicely doesn’t buggin’ mean you can stay that way forever, I have to plan, think about what I’ll do when your safety is at risk, and if you can’t bloody support it…” he trailed off, his eyes dropping their gaze. Running his fingers through his locks, he muttered, “I’m going to sleep in the spare tent,” before leaving without a second glance.

He’s just tired, you tried to convince yourself. You curled up in the cold sheets, willing your tears to stop streaming before falling into sleep as they dry.

A loud clap of thunder shook you awake. It started to grow colder than ever. You shifted in your bed many times, finding a comfortable spot. Usually, Newt would always pull you in and stroke your hair, knowing how the thunder makes your teeth chatter. You never fell asleep in a storm without Newt comforting you.

You debated whether or not you should run to the spare tent. Newt’s boxers and t-shirt were not enough to keep you warm. Hesitantly, you wrap yourself in your arms as you sprinted to the next tent.

Newt was asleep, the storm being the least of his fears. His back was to you, his shoulders breathing peacefully.

You shook his shoulder gently. He turned around sleepily with tired eyes, and his frown deepened when he saw you. “Y/N, please, let’s just deal with this tomorrow.” He mumbled, turning his back to you once again.

You stood there, defeated – neglected by your safety. You decided on going back to your tent when another loud clap of thunder boomed through the atmosphere. You jumped on the bed immediately, squeezing your arms around Newt’s torso. He stiffened in your touch.

He pulled away slowly, and tears threatened to fall at the second rejection until he turned around and pulled you back to him, his hand moving your head to the crook of his neck. He shushed you, stroking your hair and tangling his legs with your own.

“I’m sorry, darling.” He whispered, on the verge of sleep. “I just feel like I should be doing more to guarantee your safety.”

You said nothing. Instead, you tightened your hold on his shoulders, willing yourself to sleep.

“I love you, Y/N, I hope you never forget that.” He continued. “Even when it doesn’t seem like it, I still do. More than I have the day before.”

He then tucked the blanket to your chin and kissed your forehead before humming you to a more peaceful and warm slumber.

It’s a Buggin’ Girl- Part 3

Part One Here
Part Two Here

Pairing: Newt x reader
Warnings: swearing, angst, badass!reader, violence
Summary: (Y/N)’s new to the Glade- the only problem? She’s a girl. Oh, and she has WCKD tattooed in bold, black letters just below her jaw. Mistrust runs deep when your life could end with the flip of a switch, and you’re trapped in an enormous Maze with no way out. Can she adjust to her new life, along with the mysterious boy named Newt, or will everything go wrong just as it always does?

**Hey guys! Hope everyone’s having a great week, this is a multi-part series- so send me an ASK if you want to be tagged. I’m redoing my tags right now, so if you want to be tagged in a certain fandom send me an ASK**

For about an hour you’d been sitting in what everyone called the “Slammer”, trying to get yourself to calm down. Your heart was pounding and the uncertainty was killing you- when were they going to come back? What were they going to do?  

At first you’d been angry. You’d yelled at Newt and slammed your tied-together hands against the ceiling’s opening. You’d screamed and cursed everyone you knew- which as of now was just Newt, Gally, Alby and Minho. But that was enough. You’d screamed until your throat was raw, but nobody had answered your cries. 

The worst part about it had been that you didn’t even know who to be angry with. Yeah, the boys were the obvious target, but you couldn’t escape the terrifying thought that something larger was going on. It had to be.  

The thought forced you to calm down. To sit and think for a moment. 

What was WCKD? Why did Newt visibly flinch when he saw it tattooed to your jaw. Before you were jumped by Minho, you’d noticed walls surrounding the camp. Only a few exits. Was it possible they were trapped here too? 

And what was with that box you’d been sent up in? It had food and water, as if these boys didn’t have the means of getting it themselves. 

You wondered until your head hurt.  

“Hey,” Newt’s accent cut through your inner turmoil, “Screamed yourself out yet?” 

You only glared at him, a leftover tear sliding down your cheek.   

He swallowed hard at the sight, and you noticed the way his eyes flicked from your face, to your jaw, to your bound wrists, “Let me see your hands.” 

“What?” You scoffed, more bitterly than you intended, “You gonna tie my ankles together too? Don’t fucking touch me.” 

“I’m gonna untie you, actually.” His gaze on your eyes never faltered, not even as he jumped down into the Slammer and drew a knife from his belt. 

“Oh my god,” You breathed and stumbled back- he wouldn’t actually hurt you, would he? 

He took another step in your direction and you threw your hands in front of your face. Of course he would hurt you- why were you second guessing that? Newt was an enemy, not a friend.   

I’m not, I’m not gonna…. it’s not like that.” He grimaced at the sight of you peering up at him through your fingers. Terror filling your eyes. 

“Just, just give me your wrists.” His voice was gentler than you’d ever heard it before, so you held your hands out. 

The adrenaline coursing through your body had since worn off, and you found yourself gritting your teeth as Newt cut the ropes away. The skin underneath was raw- cracked and bleeding from tugging at the restraints for what felt like hours.  

The way he carefully unwrapped the rope, as if he actually cared if it hurt you, was intriguing. With expert skill, his fingers undid the knots, gently peeling everything away before tossing them to the side. 

When he was finished you quickly drew your hands away, but he only nodded, “You’ll need a medjack for that.”   

“I don’t need whatever the hell that is.” You glared up at him, what in the world was a medjack? 

Yeah, that’s not your choice, love.” He held out his hand, “Alby’ll have my head if those get infected, so we’re going.” 

You did that to me,” You motioned to the red marks wrapping around your wrists where the ties had been, “Why would I go anywhere with you?” 

He flinched, and then clenched his jaw, “Cause I’m second in command, love.” 

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Hoodie Thief

Prompt: Newt’s hoodie goes missing. He later discovers it was Y/N who took it.

Newt was looking everywhere for his hoodie, but he couldn’t find it in any of the usual places. He finally settled for asking the other Gladers if they had seen it.

“Hey, Alby,” Newt called out, walking up to his friend. “Have you seen my hoodie? I swear I had the buggin’ thing set on my hammock, but it’s not there.”

“I don’t know,” Alby answered. “Maybe one of the others took it as a joke.” He suggested, gesturing to the Glade. All around them, Gladers were walking and doing their jobs. It was a good idea.

“Maybe,” Newt responded. It wasn’t completely unlikely.

“I’d start with Chuck,” Alby nodded towards the plump, curly headed child. Newt nodded and walked towards the youngest Glader, who was picking up some trash.

“Chuck,” Newt called out once he got close. Chuck stood up, looking at the tall blond Glader.


“Do you know where my hoodie is?” Newt asked.

“Chuck looked like he knew. His eyes shined with unknown humour and he was failing at fighting back his now wide smile.

“I, uh, saw one of the others with it. I don’t remember who.” Chuck gestured to the Builders. “They went that way, though.”

Newt thanked Chuck and went off towards the Builders, his thoughts turning to confusion. He was fairly certain that none of them could fit in his hoodie. Still, as he walked towards the Builders, he did a mental list of every Glader that could possibly fit it or have taken it just to mess with him.

Newt was so caught up in the mental list that he ran smack into Gally, who stumbled forward, clearly cut off guard.

Gally turned around, his glare already planted firmly on his face. “Watch where you’re going, shank!”

“Have you seen my hoodie?” Newt asked, ignoring the comment.

“Why would I know where your stupid hoodie is?” Gally responded. Before Newt could comment, though, Gally pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. “Check Y/N. She was complaining about being cold this morning.”

Newt thanked Gally and took off to where he knew the Med-Jacks would be. Entering the room of the Med-Jacks, Newt stopped. Y/N was bandaging one of the Slicers, telling him just how stupid it was to play with his tools. The boy looked embarrassed, but that wasn’t why Newt stopped. Y/N was wearing his hoodie. And she looked better in it than he did.

Once Y/N had finished bandaging the Slicer, he leaned forward. “So… Can I get a kiss for being your best patient?”

Newt was filled with a foreign feeling. It took less than a second to know its name, though: jealousy.

“Go kiss Clint,” Y/N responded sweetly. Newt laughed, forgetting that they didn’t know he was in the room. They both jumped.

“Sorry,” Newt said. “Didn’t mean to scare you, love.”

Y/N instantly smiled bright. “It’s okay Newt.” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Newt.” She glanced down at his hoodie, still on her body, and then looked back up at him, blushing. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to steal your hoodie. I was just really cold and –“

“It’s fine,” Newt responded, leaning against the door frame. He cast the Slicer a look that clearly said ‘leave us alone’. The Slicer jumped off the cot, nearly smacking into Y/N.

“I’ll get back to work,” he said, running off. Newt wished he could remember the kid’s name. He was the newest Greenie, but that’s all Newt could remember about the boy.

“Sorry I took your hoodie,” the girl said, catching Newt’s attention. “I’ll give it back, I promise. Do you want it now?”

“No. You can keep it for a bit. It looks nice on you.”

Y/N blushed, smiling as she glanced down to the ground in a way that Newt found absolutely adorable.

“It looks better on you,” she replied, tugging the sleeves down around her hands. “It’s a bit long on my arms. I’m like a kid wearing their parents clothing.”

Newt smiled. “It looks nice, Y/N. I like you in my clothes.”

“Yeah?” She smiled up at him.

“Yeah. But, next time, maybe ask? I’ve been walking around this buggin’ Glade for an hour trying to find it.”

She bit her lip. “Sorry.”

“So… I can keep the hoodie for now?”

“I suppose you can, thief.”

Y/N laughed. “I am not a thief!”

“’Course you are.” Newt replied easily, walking into the room to stand in front of her. “You stole three of my things.”

She frowned. “I only took your hoodie…”

“You stole it. And my thoughts. And my heart.”

Newt smiled as another blush filled her cheeks. “W-what?”

“I like you. Especially in my clothes.” Newt hesitated. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled up at him. “You’re not so bad, yourself.”

Newt leaned close to her face. “Can I…?”

She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed his lips. When the two parted, Newt had a large, goofy smile on his face.

“If that’s what I get whenever you steal my clothes, feel free to do it more often.”

“Falling for a hoodie thief, are we?” Y/N teased, stuffing her hands in the pockets of the hoodie. Newt couldn’t get over how adorable she looked in it.

“I already fell.”

Left Behind - Part 2

Request: Please continue left behind 😍💕

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count: 1349

Warnings: Spoilers for The Scorch Trials movie

A/N: Yay! I finished it! Thank you for requesting, anon, and I hope you enjoy!

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After spending what you thought was a week in a small, white room in WICKED, you were going crazy. The only times you saw somebody was when the same woman brought food every morning, afternoon, and night. Every meal was unpalatable.

Finally, after what you counted to be the ninth day in there, a man armed with a gun came into your room. He said nothing as he grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hallways. You didn’t put up a fight.

At the end of the hallway was a metal door. The guard swiped his card and a light on the door flashed green. He pushed the door open, and guided you inside.

The room held big Bergs. The man motioned for somebody to open the Berg in front of them and after the door was open, he guided you into it. Inside you saw Ava Paige and more guards.

The guard shoved you onto the ground.

“Stay there,” He grumbled and walked away.

You stared at the ground as somebody started the Berg and we flew away. You didn’t know where we were going, but hopefully it was better than the facility.

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Love Me Again 1 || Newt

Summary: The reader and Newt used to be together until he was sent into the Glade. Years later, the reader sees him again and tries to restore his memory of her. Multi-chapter.

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“Alright, Group A is in,” Janson announced. “Your assigned subjects are listed by the door. Once you know where to go, a file of their history is available once you enter the lab. Good luck.” He exited the room.

You bounced on your feet in anticipation. Some of your friends looked at you nervously for the same reason. They knew of your little work romance with Isaac. Your superiors tolerated it as well, Isaac being the charming man he is. Well…

You haven’t seen Isaac in years.

And here you are, about to see the list that was about to determine whether that’ll change or not.

One of the seniors in your group, Jon, took the list and read it aloud.

“Listen up, guys. I’ll only say this once.”

The crowd of junior nurses hushed.

“We need two people to hold Subject A2 down. That’s Thomas, as we don’t use their real names anymore. Bella and Mike are going to do that.

For Subject A7, Minho, we have Paul. He doesn’t need much supervision – he seems to be calm since he got here.”

As names of your coworkers were being mentioned, they nodded and entered through the door behind Jon.

“Right. Subject A6, Newt.” Jon glanced at you briefly. “We have Y/N.”

You’re going to see Isaac again.

“Just a note for you, Y/N, Janson was quite hesitant to assign you to Subject A6 for obvious reasons. Don’t initiate emotional contact. Stay professional. If you do anything suspicious, I’m going to have to reassign you to another subject, probably Subject A7. Understood?”

You didn’t mind seeing Minho, but of evidently, you wouldn’t want to see him over Isaac.

“Got it, Jon. Thanks.” You breathed deeply.

“You got it. Good luck.”

“I’m gonna need it,” you muttered, entering the lab and searching for Isaac’s file.


You made your way down the hall, scanning for the familiar head of blonde locks you haven’t seen in forever.

You saw Minho first, running a treadmill. He met your gaze calmly, and his brows knit when you kept your eyes on his longer than he expected, but he didn’t say anything

He was your big brother figure before he was sent into the Glade. He always looked out for you, took care of you. He was the closest thing you had to a family.

Now, all he was was a pair of suspicious eyes and a guarded demeanor.

You let your gaze drift back to the lab. It was mostly closed curtains, but one.

“Newt? You inquired.

The lanky blonde turned to you.


He was definitely taller – he built more muscle, his face was rougher, his gaze harsher.

The Maze ruined him.

“Yeah.” He responded silently.

You swallowed your tears down as you walked closer. It felt like trying to swallow pebbles.

All you wanted to do was kiss him. Hold him back from harm’s way.

“I’m here to check you,” you announced, setting his file down.

“Check me?” he repeated.

“Yes.” You breathed deeply. “You were very much deprived of a lot of things out there… I’m here to make sure you’re all right.”

Your words probably sounded creepy to him, but you didn’t care. It was sincere. It didn’t cover how you felt, but you settled for that.

“Who are you?” his voice was threatening. It wrung your stomach.

“My name is Y/N. But I doubt that helps at all.” You began setting your tools out. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I mean well, trust me.”

He scoffed. “I’ve been lied to bloody enough, thank you.”

“I guess I can’t do anything about that.” You sighed, picking up the syringe, keeping it out of his sight.

“How do you people know our names?” he demanded.

“I’m not allowed to say,” you mentally face-palmed. Letting your guard down in front of Isaac was inevitable. He saw through you, always. He knew you as well as he knew himself.

But this wasn’t Isaac.

“Huh.” Was all Newt said.

“Anyway, I’m going to have to check a few essential things… weight, height, blood pressure…”


“Please just go with it. No questions, because I won’t answer them.” You pulled him up to stand. You gestured to the height scale. “Please stand there.”

You took a notebook and tried to level it with his head. You stood on your tip toes.

He was definitely taller.

You decided to savor this moment – it’s probably the closest you’re going to be to Isaac, having your nose almost touching his chest.

He smelled different, too. You barely caught a hint of his old smell.

Snapping you to reality, he cleared his throat, annoyed.

“Right… I’m sorry. 5 foot 10.”

He hummed.

You then checked his weight, eyes, and tongue, trying to stay focused as Newt was practically glaring at you.

“I have to check your heartbeat now. Please sit.”

He obliged.

It was pretty hard to stay professional at this point.

Then you remembered…

“Would you mind if I lift your shirt? It’s… how people check heartbeats.” You finished lamely.

“Do whatever you need to do.”

His shirt rode up as the stethoscope explored his back.

Then his chest.

It was more toned than you remembered, but taking note of his glare, you stayed focused.

Or tried to, at least.

“You watched us in the Glade?” he asked, his tone still strained.

“No. That’s not my job. I work here, in the lab.” It’s not fault he asked you questions, right?

“You knew Thomas?” he asked after a long while.

Of course, you knew who he was referring to. You hesitated, but it’s just Isaac, after all. But what he knows could be used to escape WICKED, thus might make you lose your job.

Screw that.

“Yes. We weren’t close, though.”

“And Teresa?”

Teresa was a reserved girl. She didn’t talk to anyone at all, except Thomas, whom she had a small, brief romance with.

“We weren’t friends, either.”

“And they’re the only people from our group that you worked with?”


You sat down beside him and began to update his file with information.

“You’re not wary of the fact that I’m fishing for information?” his tone started to grow warmer.

“No. It’s normal, isn’t it? To ask questions?”

“You expect me to ask questions, then?”

“I’d like it if you didn’t, but yes.”

“One last question, then.”


“You think trapping people in one place and wiping their memory out is good, like they claim it to be?”

“No. But I don’t have any other choice.” You sighed, stopping your writing to meet his eyes.

“Why not?” he leaned backward as if to criticize you.

“I have nowhere else to go.”

“Come with us.” He suggested. “Help us find a way out.”

Sheer terror filled your veins.

But running away with Isaac always has been a plan between you two. Weeks before the day you two planned on running away, you were discovered and he was sent into the Glade.

Running away now still sounded oddly appealing.

“Well?” he licked his bottom lip.

“You don’t know me, Newt. And I technically don’t know you.” You hoped he’d catch on to your hint. “I can’t trust you.”

It was true. He could abandon you once you helped them out. He isn’t Isaac. He doesn’t love you.

“You think trusting you is easy for me?” he retorted. “And you said technically, what are you on about?”

You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. Why did you even hint on anything?

“You know me, don’t you? We were friends before I lost my memory.”

And then, you were reminded that Isaac was a smart guy. Beyond humanly smart. He was an asset to WICKED.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

“Please don’t make me answer that. I could lose my job.” Being honest with Isaac was never wrong, that couldn’t change, right?

“Then come with us.” He pleaded. “Then tell me who you are.”

“Please know that it isn’t easy for me.” You reminded.

He nodded.

“You’ll be coming back here tomorrow for a follow-up interview with me. I’ll be sending up one of my friends up your room after you all have been interviewed. Just follow him and move fast. He’ll lead you to me.”

“How are you so sure your friend won’t tell on you?”

You and Isaac had a lot of friends who supported and offered to help with your plan of escaping. You already had a game plan ready, all prepared by Isaac beforehand. All you have to do is tell your friends when to play the plan out.

“I trust them. Are you in or not?”

He looked around warily, then nodded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Drunk newt would include…

Originally posted by booksareallthat

(I’ve wanted to do one of these since forever, so here it is!!)

  • “I’m not drunk at all.”
  • “ok, maybe a little bit.”
  • Him being more talkative.
  • “newt I think you had enough.”
  • “y/n, you had enough. I see two of you.”
  • He giggles at every little thing you say.
  • Him stumbeling over the tree trunk making you laugh.
  • Thomas and Chuck helping you put up with drunk newt.
  • “Man, she is right, you had enough.”
  • “You have another drink?”
  • Newt realizing he is on his limit but the alcohol is still in his system.
  • Him telling every single glader how amazing you are.
  • “I mean, look at her, perfection!” Popping the ‘P’.
  • You being surprised.
  • Newt comfessing his Endless love for you.
  • “Really?”
  • Him stammering “of course, you’re bloody gorgeous!”
  • Still laughing at every word your saying.
  • Letting him sober up, on your lap.
  • “You’re gonna regret all of this Tomorrow.”
  • “Not everything.” He smirks
  • You helping him to his hamlock and staying till he is asleep.
  • ending up falling asleep with him.