#neewtmas

Aaaaaaa sweet peas!! Thank you so much Lisa, this is literally the first Valentine's I've received in 8 years 🥺 happy Valentine's day 💖

Honestly this fandom is almost dead and several of the blogs I loved while the fandom was alive are inactive, we’re mostly like a handful of (amazing) blogs including myself and tbh I was gone for a little bit too just focusing on other stuff, but I recently logged back in and am currently trying very hard to revive the fandom & I’m here to stay, I’ll always love tmr no matter how small this fandom gets 💚

Based on the AU above (i'm sorry i'm not original).

props to @neewtmas for this entire idea

Darshi ( @preciousnewt ), Happy Birthday!!!

I am so sorry this is late, my computer died on me and won't turn on again (I lost EVERYTHING on it, including the original, so I rewrote it). I really hope you enjoy it. I hope you got everything you wanted for your birthday. Love you!

Love, your secret santa 💗

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It wasn't until Christmas Eve when you realized you have aged since your eighteenth birthday- six years ago. Of course, this was normal for everyone. Except, you thought this had only happened when you met the person- your soulmate, who would allow the two of you to grow old together. Then you figured it out...

You sat in your living room, curled up next to the overly cliché fire burning next to you with your nose buried in the first book of your favorite series: Harry Potter. You've read it through and through countless times, yet you could never get tired of it. The plot twists, the drama, the scenes that made your toes curl in anxiety. It filled you with adrenaline like it was the first time you read it, over and over again. You were so into it, that you hadn't realize the front door of your small apartment had opened and shut or that your current roommate, Newt, had snuck up behind you until it was too late.

"Newt! Don't do that!" You scolded at him, holding your chest dramatically as you caught your breath from the scare. Newt and you were best friends throughout high school and decided to move in together for college, to try and spend every millisecond you could with each other before you'd both graduate, get jobs, and live two completely separate lives.

"Oh come on, Darshi, you know I can't help myself when you're distracted like that." He teased, elbowing you playfully.

You rolled your eyes sarcastically. "You know that I don't like jump scares." You fake pouted, trying your best to hold back a smile that would mimic the one plastered onto the blonde boy's face.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" He joked, letting out a light chuckle and tilting his head ever-so slightly. His blue eyes twinkled in the fire's light and you had to look down at your lap to keep from blushing.

You were embarrassed at how much you you had a crush on him. You never realized you liked him so much, until a couple months ago, but you weren't surprised- you've always thought he was perfect. His mess of fluffy hair, his intoxicating smell, the way your head rested against his chest whenever you hugged him, those cute wrinkles next to his eyes when he laughed or smiled, and best of all, his accent- the way your name rolled off his tongue almost made you fall head over heels for him. Almost. The only thing holding you back was the fact that you didn't think he was the one. That some other girl would steal him away and then another guy would come and swoop you off your feet.

"You can make popcorn and pour us some eggnog for a Christmas movie marathon?" You suggested, talking slowly as you thought about it.

"Sounds great to me. You pick the movie and I will be right back." He smiled widely as you looked back up at him. He hopped off the couch were he had placed himself next to you and practically jogged to the small kitchen, doing exactly as you'd asked of him.

You let out a small sigh and refocused your attention to marking your page and setting the book on the coffee table and then flipping through Netflix's Christmas movies before deciding on one of your favorites: How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You put it on the screen and kept it paused, standing up from the couch and excusing yourself to the restroom, telling Newt to wait for you if he got done before you.

You walked into the bathroom and did what you came to do. You were drying your hands when you glanced up into the mirror and saw a strand of gray hair mixed into yours. Of course this must've been your imagination. You furrowed your eyebrows and leaned in closer to your reflection, searching your hair for any sign of real aging. Nothing. But something else did give off a sign. You were starting to get light wrinkles where you had none before.

Then it all hit you like a bus. You and Newt were aging together. You and Newt were soulmates. The boy you've had a crush on since tenth grade was the one for you.

You gasped to yourself, covering your mouth in disbelief. Suddenly your reflection looked like a complete stranger. A knock on the bathroom door made you almost lose balance.

"D? Are you alright? I'm getting restless out here." Newt laughed lightly through the wood.

"Um- y- yeah. I'll be out in a- a minute." You managed to stutter out.

"Okay.." He mumbled and walked off.

Thousands of questions flooded your mind. Did he know? Has he noticed and just been scared to tell? It wad thousands of questions with no answers. You took a couple of deep breaths, calming yourself down before walking back out there. Your best poker face didn't feel like it was doing it's job, especially since Newt could read you deeper than you gave off.

"You alright?" He asked again looking you over once you walked into the room.

"No." You admitted, it was no use lying. You looked everywhere but him, avoiding any sort of eye contact as you looked at the popcorn, the glasses of spiced eggnog on the table, even at the television wanting it to play so he could focus on something else.

"What's the matter?" Newt asked, standing up. His voice was now full of concern. "Darshi talk to me." He begged when you didn't respond.

Tears brimmed your eyes. You were so scared to tell him, what if he didn't believe you? What if he got mad? What if he didn't want you?

Eventually you gave in and looked at him, his hand immediately pulled you into a tight hug. He didn't say anything, and frankly, it was better that way. You wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him tightly as if it was the last time you'd be this close.

"We are soulmates." You whispered quietly after a couple minutes.

"What?" Newt pulled away, his hands resting on your shoulders as he looked down at you.

"We are soulmates." You repeated louder, a tear escaping and falling down your cheek. "We're aging."

The worst possible scenario was going through your mind, but that was not at all what happened.

Newt wiped off your tear with his thumb, his hand resting on your cheek. "Why are you crying then?" He asked, he sounded surprisingly hurt.

"I'm scared." You sobbed, leaning into his touch. "I've been in love with you since high school and I don't know if you even like me that way but we're meant to be so I don-"

Your rambling was cut off by Newt' lips pressing onto yours. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, your heart skipped a beat, tingles ran up and down your spine, and fireworks exploded around you two. You were about to kiss back when he pulled away.

"I'm in love with you too."

"Really?" The tears stopped like you turned off a faucet. He nodded and relief flooded your body.

fandom: the maze runner

pairing: newt x reader (platonic)

word count: 1,1k words

warnings: talking about suicide/suicide attempt, it’s kinda sad?

request: by anonymous

summary: y/n keeps asking about newt#s limp, until he one day tells her about it.

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