#newtimagines

The night sky was glittering above you but the edges of you vision were blocked by the maze walls. Each time the hammock rocked the stone walls entered your peripheral vision marring the beauty of the stars. The slight breeze that was swinging you stopped and the stillness felt eerie and your ears strained for any sounds to penetrate the growing silence.

A shift of your head and a glance at the other sleeping gladers told you that no one else seemed to be bothered by this unearthly quiet. Turning you face upwards again you sat up and got out of the lightly woven hammock removing the thin, but warm blanket from your body.

Your bare feet hitting the cool ground sent shivers racing down your spine and shooting goosebumps along your arms. You started to tip toe towards towards the distant embers that had been that nights bonfire but quickly stepped back again to grab your blanket, the air was just at that uncomfortable temperature.

Approaching the fire your ears started to pick up the occasional crackle and pop. The noise somehow comforted you. It was familiar. Safe. You selected your favourite log and sat down wrapping yourself in the cloth, staring into the dying fire. The night had been loud and bright. The boys had partied long into the night, drinking mugs upon mugs of light alcohol, the amount had far from paled in comparison of how much of Frypan’s broth had been consumed.

Absentmindedly your fingers searched the nearby ground to find a twig or two before tossing them gently into the warmth. Your eyes lit up as the twigs caught and burned brightly for a few seconds before crumpling into ashes. Spurred by the light you stood and tossed a larger plank onto the fire to help the fire stay alive.

After sitting back down again you rolled sideways to lie on your side facing the fire, flickering shadows danced and the heat was pleasant. Your eyelids did what anyone else’s would have done, they started to droop, before finally closing. You lay there. Surrounded in your brown blanket listening to the fire chuckle away slowly eating the wood.

Before long you heard foot steps, so you cracked an eye open and watched as Newt and Minho rounded the log pile on the other side of fire and slumped down to the ground, both leaning against a tree trunk.

“Eighteen days Minho, eighteen days.” Newt let his head role back so his face was lit by the stars and his chin and neck ghosted by the light of the flames. Minho shuffled one leg out to be straight in front of him before replying,

“Are we still talking about how long it’s been since we got a decent meal out of the kitchens,” he grinned sliding his eyes towards Newt. “ or something else?” It was then you realised that they hadn’t noticed that you were laying on the other side of the flames listening to them but you were a curious person so you stayed still and listened.

“No, I mean her. Since she came up in the box. I don’t know what to do with her.” He brought his head back down to watch the flames, running his fingers through his silky blonde waves. “She seems to be good at everything. Except for cutting down trees. I just don’t know where to put her.”

“She has the speed and smarts for a runner and we need more runners. Why don’t you put her there? She can run with me until she’s learnt enough to go out there on her own.”

“But she makes amazing food, I don’t know if I can pass that up,” Newt and Minho chuckled, “seriously though, being a runner is dangerous. It’s hard and she could get hurt. I’m not sure if I could watch the happen to her. What if she didn’t make it back before the doors closed.” Newt looked at Minho and away again before sighing and muttering, “I think I’m getting fond of the lass, shuck me.”

“Not wanting someone to die in the maze doesn’t mean that you like them you know.” Minho picked up a stick lying next to him and pocked the embers, creating a trail of little star-like ashes floating into the sky. Newt hunched his shoulders and said,

“No, I think I like her more then that, more then what I feel for all you shuck faces, like I think I could really really like her.” Before straightening up again and grabbing the stick from Minho and roughly thrusting it into the fire. The explosion of sparks was sudden and unexpected and would have disguised your gasp if a couple of the floating ashes had not landed on your blanket and started blossoming into a full flame.

You yelped and tossed your blanket away from you and all three of us watched as it began to glow and burn. Newts wide eyes turned to you. And he said something. “What,” you said distractedly still staring in awe and disbelief at your rug.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it.” You smirked stepping closer to him. Newt gulped, his throat bobbing as he look down at you.

“Any chance you could erase that from your mind?”

“Nope!” You said popping the ‘P’ before turning on your heel and heading to the storage shack to get a new blanket.

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Bucky woke to darkness. Nausea overcame his body, and his head was spinning. He was in some kind of lift, he knew that much, but he knew nothing else, nothing but his name. What street had he grown up on? What was his grandma's name? What colour was his mother's hair? He had no idea. Tears sprung to his eyes as he tried to remember something, anything. The lift shaft continued to travel upwards, and Bucky punched the side in anger.

"Hey, Y/N, box is on it's way up." Zart poked his head round the door. "Cheers. I'll be right out." She replied, wrapping up a bandage and placing it down on the table. She jogged out to where the lift shaft was, laying a hand on the shoulder of the second in command. "Why aren't you running?" She asked. "It's greenie day. I don't run greenie day." He replied. "Anyway, how's it going?" "Some shuck face sliced the top of his finger off, and I had to stitch it back on, with him sobbin' his shuckin' face off." I told him. "I feel so sorry for you. Anyway, what do you reckon the green bean will be like?" He smirked. A siren sounded, alerting the whole glade that the box was up. "Guess we'll find out." I replied. The lift opened, and in it was the most bizarre boy I had ever seen. His long hair fell into his face, and one of his arms appeared to be metal. "Day one greenie, rise and-" Gally began, only to be cut off by the greenie lifting him by the scruff of the neck. "Where the hell am I?" He spat. "Ergh, ahh, gar...." Gally spluttered. We all rushed forwards to restrain the boy. Someone hit him underneath the chin, and he slumped into the arms of a burly builder.

Part 1

“Hey, girl!” The cook greeted me. “Hey. Frypan, yeah?” I asked. “Hell yeah.” He replied, placing bacon on my plate, and a blueberry muffin. “Morning, chick.” A sunny voice said from behind me. “Hi, Gally.” I replied, biting a piece of bacon. Frypan snorted in amusement.

“Hey, Y/N. You’re with me today.” A sunny voice said from behind me. “I’m Zart, and I’m keeper of the gardens.” “Hi.” I grinned. “As far as I remember, you were a natural. You’ll be fine.” He smiled warmly, leading me over to a quiet area. “You’re just weeding, maybe planting a few potatoes. I’d take it easy while you can.” “Cheers, Zart.” I said. He clapped me on the back, before walking in the other direction. A tall blond was knelt in the dirt, pulling potatoes. At the sound of footsteps, he looked up, one dirty hand brushing his thick hair away from his forehead. His dark eyes lingered on mine, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile, before going back to his work.

Around twenty minutes later, Zart reappeared. When he looked at Newt, sadness fell over his soft features. The two of them exchanged a few quiet words, Zart shaking his head. “I’m sorry, bud, but you’re gonna have to come with me. Alby’s orders.” He told him. Newt sighed in frustration, before following him.

Newt was odd, by the other glader’s standards. Upon leaving and entering breakfast, the others would yell things along the lines of ‘freak!’ and ‘wanker!’ at him, and at both meals and the bonfire, he had been by himself. In the time I had been there, only Zart had spoken to him, and their conversation had been brief.

“So y/n, we heard you have a not just a small but huge crush on the maze runner cast, Thomas Brodie-Sangster. Is it true?”Alan Carr asked you.                               

As photos of Thomas flashed in the screen, making your eyes wide and your cheeks heat up.

“I-I,You know Oh my god, why am I even stuttering.” You muttered more to yourself than to Alan. Your cheeks flushed even more, making the people in the studio roar in laughter at your reaction.

You put your hands in your face, trying to hide your embarrassment while nodding shamelessly and feeling your cheeks heat up.

You Make it Okay

Pairing: NewtxReader

One where Newt gets hurt and you care for him. Kinda confusing, involves the vines but is not when he get’s the limp. Like pre-Thomas era but post-limp. Sorry if it’s confusing and has bad grammar. Crappy ending too, haha I apologize. Hope you enjoy! Love to take requests!

“Make way!” Minho was making commotion outside that was leaving the glade in a frenzy. Even from inside the Med jack hut, I could hear his uneven footsteps fall, crushing the dried grass underneath. Quickly as possible I wiped my wet hands on a clean towel and opened the door to see what was happening. I gasped the moment Minho walked through the door with Newt draped across his arms like a rag doll, unconscious and broken. “MINHO WHAT HAPPENED?” I tossed everything off one of the cots so Newt could lie down. “Y/N I don’t know! Ben and I were just returning from our run and just saw him on the grass near the maze doors and I think something’s broken and he’s all bloody and just-“ “MINHO I CAN SEE HE’S ALL BLOODY, I NEED THE ROOM” “Just, please help him, Y/N” Minho sputtered out before leaving the room, a hard look on his face. I hadn’t been in the glade for very long, 3 months tops. First female greenie was a bit of a shock to everyone, myself included. For the first couple of days I sat in absolute silence, not wanting to cause trouble, or do anything that would cause the boys to react irrationally. It was Newt who took time out of his day to coax my worrisome state which led to me eventually warming up to them all. Alby set up a couple of new rules here and there, certain exceptions (for example, no one, NO ONE, was to be in the general vicinity whenever I showered; basic rule). Other than that, I was accepted and welcome into, essentially, a family of rowdy, unruly boys. I guess you could say I had taken a special liking to Newt, I mean, who wouldn’t. British accent and all, he was absolute perfection, whether he could admit it or not. He was gentle with me, always putting me forward like I was priority. In fact, he always put the other gladers first. If anything, Newt was the most caring. Alby would always be leader, that’s a given, but Newt seemed to understand the frailty of everything around us. And now, now that he was laying unconscious and torn in front of my very eyes, a tear escaped my eye, because he didn’t deserve pain, suffering, nothing, and it just wasn’t fair. Letting the tear roll down my cheek I snatched up the bottle of antiseptic and put it down on the bedside table, careful not to spill any. Nervously, I tore off Newt’s already torn linen shirt and threw the bloody mess into the bin. His orange top was stained with even more blood, all soaking through. With shaking fingers I cut it off and tossed that in along with the shirt. (insert gif 1) I had been chosen to be a med jack because of my small, nimble finger but now, I was beginning to question that decision. To see Newt like this almost literally broke my heart, not to mention made my hands shake uncontrollably. The antiseptic did its thing as I ran a cotton pad over the bloodied cuts and purpled bruises that littered his torso. I felt his warm skin under my hand and suddenly was very much aware of the fact that he was shirtless. His chest rose with each breath he took, my cheeks getting warm as I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander a little, over his small but still muscular frame and pale body. If Newt didn’t have injuries scattered throughout the expanse of his body, he would’ve looked like he was sleeping, really. Tussled dirty blonde hair, furrowed dark eyebrows. His face was made up of sharp edges but a smooth expression. Even when he was angry he was very human. I let my eyes scan across his body once again and breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed that none of his cuts were deep enough that they would need stitches. Me being in the state I was, I didn’t think I would even be able to keep my hand still enough to even manage to string the thread through the needle. The left side of his rib cage was a strange mix of blue and purple bruising, which only led me to assume one of his ribs were broken. Having absolutely no medical expertise I could remember of, the best I could do was ice the whole area and make it the least bit painful. It was late when I finally finished bandaging and wrapping all his wounds, ointment gratefully slathered on beneath all his bandages. The whole hut smelled of mint and antiseptic. I waited for Newt to wake up. Peaceful he laid, expression softening up a bit to which I could only assume was relief. I sat on the wooden stool that was next to the cot and laid my head on a patch of empty bed space near his arm. His long spindly fingers were all too tempting and before I knew it my hand was intertwined with his, fast asleep.                        *                     *                         *       I could tell it was really early in the morning when I woke up. No later than 5 am. The sky was streaked with orange slowly fading into blue. Me not ever being a morning person, took a while to get my head out of the gutter and see what was going on. For starters, I hadn’t even noticed, but my fingers were still wrapped around Newt’s hand as if holding on for dear life. But now, I wasn’t the only one holding on. It was immediately after understanding that did I notice Newt was awake, eyes staring out the window in front of him, eyelids barely half way open, looking out into the fiery scene just like me. Then, unlike a normal, calm human being who would’ve probably calmly let go of Newt’s hand and asked if he was okay, I came to realize the boy I liked was holding my hand, immediately yanked my hand back, and very loudly said, “I am so sorry I have no idea what I was thinking.” Newt was a little startled ,to say the least, at the sudden rapid amount of sound in the room, but as soon as he saw it was me, his expression softened and he cheekily smiled. “No worries, Love,” no other words were said. Just him looking out the window. The sun shone a warm light into the room. The only sound in the whole Glade was that of birds chirping and the Maze walls moving one last time before the runners went out there. I sat still. Observing every inch of Newt. His sharp jawline, pale soft skin, everything bathed in the yellow light. My fingers gingerly picked and smoothed out the wrinkles in the sheet, waiting for him to say something. “You can ask, Love, I won’t be mad you know?” He still wasn’t making eye contact with me, same expression, just talking this time. (insert gif 2) “I know, but maybe, maybe I don’t want to.” I answer and genuinely as I can, which is hard for someone like me who really does prefer the sugar coated aspect of answers. It is in this moment that I feel like a complete stranger to Newt. How he’s all emotionless and not-so-Newt-like. It’s like staring at a painting except all you see is exactly as it is, the human being. There. On the canvas. Colors but no real, sobbing, heaving life. “I was just sick of not being able to do anything. To not be a runner like I used to, or to be of some help. But this bloody, bastardly limp just keeps holding me back; I just wanted to climb up the vines and see if I could figure something out, anything out. And then the vine snapped and dragged me down the wall and now I’m here. Hurt once again.” I had never heard Newt talk so rapidly, so panicked. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes and if he cried, I would probably cry along with him. Before my brain had time to process anything that my limbs were doing I was leaning standing up. “I might regret this massively but,” And I took his face in my hand and kissed him with everything I had. Just like that. Just melting into his lips and feeling a surge of every emotion I could possibly feel, but of course, mainly happiness. My stomach lurched at what I had just done. It was all up and down. Suddenly, I felt Newt moving his lips along with mine. Kissing me back. His arms enveloped me and he deepened the kiss. So in sync and perfect I broke it just in case I fainted from everything that was going on. My eyes fluttered open to see Newt softly smiling at me. A beautifully genuine smile of happiness. (insert gif 3) “Newt, every single glader has a purpose here. Heck, every single human has a reason to be alive. And you’re so much more than you give yourself credit for. You’re not just second in command or just the boy with the limp. You’re part of this. You were chosen and whether thats a good thing or a bad thing, I don’t think anyone knows, but you’re one of the strongest people here, if not the strongest. Everything turns out okay because I believe you’ll always be there for us. There hasn’t been a day where I faltered to see you as anything less than a wonderful leader who’s going to fix things and who helps everyone stay alive. And I don’t believe this could get any cheesier but, those are all the reasons why I’m so utterly in love with you.” The confession made me want to both throw up and smile at the same time. I had no idea how Newt would take it, nor did I really want to if it were to be bad. When he didn’t say anything, just stared at me, eyes open but unmoving, I felt my heartbeat increase and took it as the worst. Just as I was about to leave the room embarrassed and flushed, I heard him whisper. “I love you too.” And it was all okay.

No Stories (Part2)

Pairing: NewtxReader

(Part 2 of Newt breaking up with you)

Requested by the lovely lovely @paradiqe and @arianasmagconrunner, thank you so much for requesting and I’m incredibly glad people liked it, part 1 was the first time I had ever posted any of my writing ever! Sorry for any grammar errors, and that it’s a bit short. I’d love to have more requests!! Thanks!

“You’re such a blithering shank!” I yelled at Thomas, who was wildly running away from me with the evilest of grins stretched across his face. I wiped the water that clouded my eyes and squeezed it out of my hair, laughing despite it all. Thomas had discarded the empty bucket as soon as he’d thrown the water at me, so I picked it up and turned to face Thomas.

“Come back here you wretched little-,” my smile was immediately wiped off my face. Newt’s own smile vanished as we made eye contact (insert gif 1). It felt as if I couldn’t breathe, and I choked in a gulp. Every time I saw Newt or heard his name, or thought of anything remotely related to him, I felt my heart completely sink. It was nearly impossible to ignore him since everyone in the glade worked together. At first, I had pretended it was okay. Sometimes Chuck would sit next to me during our meals and complain about Newt, even though there was nothing to complain about. I would play along, making Newt sound like the worst guy out there even though we all knew, that could never be the case. More times than a few I would catch myself thinking about Newt and I, nitpicking my way through what I had thought was a perfect relationship; trying desperately to find what had gone wrong. In the end, though, I was just sad. Not on the outside, no, I still ran around the Glade laughing my head off, fooling around with Thomas or Chuck, or even Minho whenever he decided to not be his usual grumpy self. Whenever I caught myself laughing extra loud, or being more childish than usual, though, I always thought back to what Newt had said, to all the words that had torn my heart into pieces; and stopped immediately. Most of all, I was lonely. I didn’t realize how much Newt was part of how I solved problems, made decisions, thought things out until after he stopped it all. Before, whenever I couldn’t make up my insanely busy mind, I’d always chat it out with Newt, and as expected, he’d always made it all make more sense. All my secrets, all my stories, it was always Newt who listened. All wide brown eyes and smiles, and I missed that more than the world. On the days I felt especially self conscious, at war with myself in my mind, Newt loved me for exactly who I was, nothing less. I just didn’t get how he could just let it go so easily. “Earth to Y/N…., are you mad?” Thomas peered questioningly into my eyes and prodded at my arm. Newt and I broke eye contact simultaneously, pretending that nothing had ever happened, like usual. “It’s fine, Thomas,” I gave him a small smile to reassure his worried face. “I saw who you were staring at, Y/N, wanna talk about it?” he asked, uncharacteristically kind and polite (jk jk love me some Thomas). “It’s fine, really, I’d rather just go find something to do. I think Alby mentioned something earlier, see you later Thomas,” I waved him off and without a glance back, made my way to the homestead.                             *                      *                      * Post-dinner and all the gladers were already half asleep. I put away the last couple of dishes and walked off to a little secluded spot on the field that led to the maze doors. I absentmindedly picked at the grass and amusedly watched the gladers play a game called “kick-the-ball”, but which included no actual balls. The torches were lit and I could see all their shadows dancing in the light as the ran around, hollering, like the teens they were supposed to be. I turned to my back and watched the sky. (insert gif 2) Chuck and Thomas had both gone to bed, leaving me by myself, so I quite almost expected it when I heard the sultry voice I had wished of hearing all these weeks. “Can I sit?” Newt asked, the faint outline of his body in my peripheral vision. I turned my head so I didn’t look at him, cursing Thomas and Chuck for not being with me. They were my Newt-repellents, drawing me away whenever Newt was in close proximity. Even without an answer, the British boy sat next to me with a sigh, grunting as he adjusted his leg. “Y/N, I’m sor-“ “Save it Newt,” those were the first words I had said to him in over a month. It felt weird talking to him again, like I had just figured out how to talk. “The last time you said sorry, you didn’t even mean it; which defeats the purpose of saying it at all.” “Y/N please, please just let me,” he gently placed his large hand over mine, and I felt myself almost immediately giving in. Feeling my fingers curl over his, I turned and still tried my hardest to not make eye contact with him. One move and I would knew that the tears would start running. “Please,” he almost whispered. My chin was lifted gently with his finger, guiding me to his eyes. I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding and faltered. “I’m sorry, sorry I was a fool and absolute rubbish, and just, I was just so scared that one day I would hold you, and you’d just fall out of my arms like sand. You’re too precious for all this bloody shit that’s going on and it’s not fair that I have to live everyday worried I might lose you. I was a stupid shank and thought that if I just pushed you away hard enough, you wouldn’t be in harm’s way as much. That you deserve the world and to be happy, to be living in some grand old palace with every wonderful thing surrounding you. And you won’t ever get that with me, here. Because the way we live is a ticking time bomb, Y/N, and I’m terrified that one day everything’s just going to go off and you’ll be gone. Now I know that the closer you are to me the better I am, because then I know that whenever I reach out a hand, your’s will always be there. I just want to get us all away from this. To get you away from this nightmare.” He paused to take a breath. “ I fell in so much love , not like stepping into this kind of like hole of love, but a whole bloody abyss. And your so gorgeous, I mean not just your looks, who your personality, oh my god it’s so beautiful. I know we’re not very old, and that maybe I don’t know enough about love, but I missed every single millisecond that I was away from you. I was a whole bloody mess. Not hearing your stories or your laugh, or that way you raise your eyebrow when you get annoyed at me. I missed that without you, no one cared enough to ask me what I was thinking, what was running through my head. And I’ll be dead before I ever say goodbye to you like that again, Y/N. ” My heart lurched and ached, filling to the brim with happiness and pouring over. Newt had never said anything like this. He had told me he loved me before, he had told me I was beautiful, but he had never thought out a whole poem of words and looked at me like I was the universe. My eyes filled with tears, me being the ever so emotional person I was, and I felt as if nothing else mattered except right now. This. Very. Second. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so so sorry, and I love you to millions upon millions of pieces, and I’m not scared of anything anymore.” he rambled on, talking with his hands and spitting out emotion after emotion. (Insert gif 3) “Now, if it’s not too weird to ask, can I please kiss you?” “Come here you twat.” He crawled over the expanse of my body, placing his gentle lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as his dusty blonde hair tickled my cheek. My lips melted into his as he clung onto me like I would disappear. Newt’s long fingertips rested at my hip and his thumbs drew small, calming circles. His rough nose brushed against mine as he left yet another lingering kiss on my lips. He planted a weathered kiss on my jawline and one on my hand, which he was holding. I was then pulled flush against his body, smushing my cheek against his rough linen shirt. This was the one place I didn’t mind feeling like a porcelain doll. In Newt’s arms. Something wet landed on forehead and I looked up to see Newt rapidly wiping a tear off his face. “Don’t worry Newt, I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

What if you come up from the box before Newt. He's the greenie and you're one of the first ones there.

pairing : Reader x Newt

rating : K

Your point of view :

You were working hard in the garden pulling the weeds out of the soil when the grennie's alarm went off, you looked up from your work and dropped your machete to the ground. You started racing up to where you could hear the metallic sounds come from because you needed to welcome the greenie, it was your job besides gardening due to the fact you were one of the first to arrive in the Glade. But when you arrived to the hole a crowd was already assembled around it, getting in your way of seeing the boy, you quessed, trapped inside the box. You pushed trough the mass of gladers and looked down to see the new greenie. He had dirty blond hair and what it seemed dark brown eyes, although, it wasn't easy to see him clearly with the gladers obstructed the sun upon them. The boy, you noticed, was completely desoriented and frightened. “Poor lad” you thought, another one coming from the box and it had been the same for every month of the past five months. Deciding that it was time to save the guy and made the introductions, you jumped into the box. The newbie stepped back causing him to bump into some wooden boxes with, you supposed, the new furnitures for the next month.

“ Hiya greenie , you alright ?” you said, presenting him a hand to help him up. Following your hand, you saw his eyes running along all your arm up to your neck, your chin, your mouth, your nose and finally stopping straight into your eyes. When he didn't answer, you reckoned it was time to take things in hand.   “ My name's (Y/N) , do you remember yours ? - I....  I don't remember ….. I don't remember anything …...” Seeing that he started to panick, you knew you had to do something. “ Oh calm down greenie ! Everything is ok, you'll remember it in a few days, perhaps even hours if you're lucky !” you reassured him while patting his shoulder quite uncomfortably, it wasn't really often that you'd had physical contacts with others, being the only girl in the Glade was not a real problem but still you couldn't ask for a hug if you felt sad because.....,Well, you had to be tough in the Glade in order to survive. “ Ok, green bean, time to go now ! You've been in there far too long and those lads are getting impatient.” you said pointing up to the boys above the both of you. Taking his hand, you helped him up and pushed him slightly towards one of the sides where you kneeled and clutched your hands together and waited for him to put one of his foot on your hands which he did after a second, you pushed him up and outside the box and you followed him afterwards. When you where steady on your feet, you turned to the guys and yelled : “ Well ,shanks, it's time to stop hanging around and to go back to work !!” They sighed and went back to work grownling at how bossy you were. When everybody was gone, you turned to face the new greenie : “Well, ready for your guided tour of the Glade ? -I suppose ….. But , what …. what is the Glade -Oh, shuck ! Why do I always forget that they don't know ? The Glade, greenie, It's all this land. Every single thing you can see at this very moment is the Glade.” you'd said that with a large movement of your arm towards your environment. Thinking that you must get started now if you wanted to finish before dinner's time, you told him : “ Hé, c'mon green bean ! I'm going to explain everything, you must have load of questions,...... they always do.” With those words, you gently took his arm and started walking around the Glade. “ Ok, shuckface, first of all this place, as I said, is called The Glade and we called ourselves The Gladers. Secondly, we have a few rules you need to know and respect, got it ? -Yes, got it !” He nodded firmly. “Good, Rule One : Don't hang around or be lazy, you have to do your part as everyone else. Rule Two : Don't hurt another glader in any ways, we're in here together and have to stick with each other if we want this to work. From today we're your new family. Rule Three and certainly the most important, you MUSTN'T go beyond these walls, NEVER !” While you're saying the last sentence, you pointed to the massive fifty-metre-walls. “ Why not ? What's beyond them ? -It's not important and not for you to know.” You said severely. “What ? But, it's completely unfair, I'm trapped here, I don't know the reason and I should stay quiet without having the anwers to my questions ?! -YES ! YOU SHOULD AND YOU WILL ! BECAUSE WE ARE ALL STRAPPED HERE TOGETHER AND WE CAN'T DO A THING TO CHANGE THAT !” You'd said that angrily and you were sure that your face was bright red at the moment. You looked at his face and it shown surprise but also guiltiness and you knew you shoundn't have yelled, it's his first day in here and he's obviously scarred which is totally comprehensible. You sighed and said : “ I'm sorry , ok ? I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. Althought, what I said is true. I'd love to tell you that it's just a joke but it's not and actually, I don't have many more answers than you. I don't remember anything apart from my name, nobody does. - I'm sorry too …... I'm just ….. To be honest , I'm just really anxious about all of that. I don't know what to do …... - Well, firstly you could follow me in this tour and I'll show you around ? - Yeah, you could explain to me what will happen the next few days and how I can survive here ? - This will work, let's get started ….. Oh, and you don't need to worry about what to do, I'll help you with evrything I'll take care of you I promise.” You said it while looking straight ahead you but if you'd looked at his eyes, you'd have seen them soften at your words.

                                                                    3 days later

You were sleeping soundly when you'd suddenly been stopped in the track of your dreams by someone shaking you awake.

“ (Y/N) ! (Y/N) ! I remember ! I remember !” Rolling on your side you faced the greenie who, now that you were completely awake, appeared to be in a frenzy. Processing his words, you jumped out of bed. “What ? What do you remember , greenie ? - You can't call me grennie anymore. - Why ? ….. Wait a minute ! Do you remember your name ? - Yes, Yes !  It's Newt ! My name's Newt ! - Congratulation, shuckface !” Saying this, you took him in your arms for an awkward hug. He hopefully returned the hug whitout hesitation, too excited about the memory to contain his joy. “ Thank you so much ! - Why are you saying that I didn't do anything you remembered yourself. I'm so happy for you  Newt !” You thought it was strange the way his name rolled on your tongue for the first time but somehow it wasn't a bad strange of way. Stepping back and looking at his face, he didn't seem to think otherwise. You looked into his eyes and said : “ Well, It's time to go greenie, tomorrow is going to be a long day. - More than habitually , you mean ? - Ha ha, don't be a petulant child !” You'd said this while elbowing him into his stomach. He laughed and returned you the elbowing. “ I'm not ! C'mon, you must admit, it's alaways tough here, everyday.  - Maybe, but tomorrow you're going to be asignated to your job.” When he didn't answer you looked up at him. He was silent, looking at his feet as if it was the most interesting thing in the wold. Smelling a rat, you asked him wich job he wanted. Never breaking his silence, he started playing with his fingers, looking down at them. Now, you were sure he was hiding something from you. He was trying not to look at your face or more specifically, into your eyes. “ Newt, Which job do you want ? Tell me ….. - I..... I'm panning to ask for a job as a runner.... - Newt, ….. Yo-” Stopping you, he replied : “ I know what you told me about it, it's dangerous, there are a lot of grievers, I might get hurt or worst never coming back from the Maze ! - And, still ! You chosed to spend all your days in there ! Why ? I can't understand the reason which pushes you to want to do this. WHY ? - BECAUSE …..”  he stopped, took a deep breath and carried on more calmly “ because I want to help them, to help us to step out of here alive, I want to find a way out and I WILL even if you don't agree with me. I just can't stay safe in the Glade doing nothing to try to get out of here. Please, understand me or if you don't want to understand just don't try to stop me tomorrow at the gathering..... Please (Y/N), you're my friend, right ? My best friend ? - Yeah …. I suppose ….. I'm not going to try to stop you, It'd be a waste of time and efforts because of how stubborn you are. But, I've to say, what a stupid best friend I have......” At these words, you saw his lips turning upwards and his face lightened up and you knew you'd made the right decision. Afterwards, you told him to go back to bed and that you'd see him tomorrow. And you went back to dreamland.

                                                                    The day after

The breakfast was finished which meant It was time for the gathering. All the gladers walked towards the Homestead and took a seat as an orginal, you had a reserved seat at the front just next to Alby who was the boss around the Glade. When everybody but Newt, who was waiting outside, was sitting, Alby started speaking : “ Hi, shanks ! Today, we're here to decide where to place the greenie. But , before letting him enter , someone has a proposition about where he could go ?” Everyone was silent, looking around at each other. Breaking the silence Zart who is the keeper of the Track-Hoes, the people who work in the garden, raised his hand : “Yes, if you want I can take him under my wing, he was quite good during his training day in the garden.He'll do a great track-hoe, I guess.” Alby nodded and asked if someone else has something to say. Nobody seemed to want to add something. But, you were thinking, if Newt really wanted to be a runner, someone would have to be his guarantor and Minho, the keeper of the builder needed to accept as well. Making your decision, you raised your hand and exclaimed : “He could be a runner !” At your words, the mass of gladers jumped off their seats, outraged. They were shouting that it was a bad idea and that Newt was too weak for the job. You looked up in the direction of Minho and your eyes met, he mouthed at you : “ you sure ?” and you mouthed back “I am.” In the other hand, the crowd was still shouting and Alby as the leader he was decided it was time to stop that and yelled at them : “Slim it , shuckfaces ! It's not your place to choose !” Turning towards Minho he asked him “Minho, what do you think, the greenie is capable or not ?” Looking at you, Minho took a step forwards, nodded and said “ I think, he can. I'll accept if he chooses to. - Well, then it's decided, he has to choose between a job as a Track-hoe and a Runner. We can let him in, now.” With these words, Alby disappeared outside and came back a second later with Newt in his track. Newt took a seat next to me and Alby started to speak again : “Well , greenie , two people was volonteer for taking you on. You have the choice between becoming a Track-hoe or a Runner.” Inhaling deeply, Newt took your hand into his and to show him you were with him completely, you pressed his hand. He looked at you and returned the gesture, his thumb caressing the top of your hand. You smiled at him, letting know for the second time you supported him. He smiled back and turning his head towards Alby he voiced his choice : “My choice is done, I want to be a runner !” No more words were needed. Alby agreed and dispersed the gathering, telling us to go working if we didn't want to stay in the slammer for the day. You let Newt's hand go and pushed him towards Minho. “ Go, Newt ! Today, you're going to stay in the Glade, Minho will tell you everything you need to know. See you at the dinner !” With these words, you exited the Homestead and started your work.

                                                                          At the dinner

You were eating your dinner, a kind of stew, you'd never known was in Frypan's food but it was always good anyway, then you didn't have a reason to worry, when Newt and Minho arrived, took their bowls and spoons, and sat down at your table. Minho took a seat in front of you while Newt sat next to you. “Oh , boys ! How was the first day of the little greenie there ?” you asked, messing with Newt's hair. “Hé !” Tried to protest Newt but with Minho and you against him it was a waste of his breath. “ Well , it was ok but it's hard to make something enter in his empty head !” joked Minho but you knew that he was just bantering, it'd always been his favourite game. After that, They carried on talking about their day and how it'd be tomorrow in the Maze before you changed the topic to what was in Gally's concoction. A mystery really. When you had all finished the dinner Newt and you said your goodbyes to Minho and climbed to the top of the observation tower. You wanted to show him the view. Arrived up to there you sat down, your legs balancing in the wind with Newt sitting newt to you again. After a moment of silence, Newt took your hand into his and you could feel it warming up yours. “I know that you spoke for me at the gathering and that is because of you Minho accepted to take me on. - I told you before, didn't I ? We're friends, I can't let you down, not there, not ever.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the palm of it. “Thank you.” You could feel your lips turning into a bright smile and you looked up at him, he was watching at your cluntched hands, a dark blush on his cheeks. You looked back at the view in front of you and intertwined your fingers with him. “No worries, Newt.” And, at this moment, you knew you could count on him to be always here for you and you sworn to do the same for him.