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Bc where did the maze runner fics go🙁

WHY EVERY FUCKING TIME I WANNA FIND A CERTAIN FANFICTION I MADE UP IN MY HEAD ITS NOT A REAL THING

WHERE TH IS ALL THE THOMAS X READER FICS???? I THOUGHT WE ALL LOVED DYLAN IN MAZE RUNNER????????IM SO DEPRIVED IM MAKING A POST ABOUT IT!!!! THERE WAS LIKE ONLY ONE GOOD JUICY FANFIC I NEED MORE!! AND WHILE WE AT IT I NEED MORE STILES STILINSKI FICS TOO WE RUNNING LOW!!!!! IM BEGGING YEWWWW! PLEASEE👹🥹🙏🏾

Maze runner masterlist

Newt x fem reader story, multi chapter

Full request on chapter one

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Maze runner

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven

Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven.

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Scotch trials

Twelve. thirteen. Fourteen fifteen sixteen

Seventeen eighteen nineteen. Twenty

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Death cure

Twenty-one twenty-two twenty-three

Twenty-four twenty-five twenty-six

Twenty-seven twenty- eight. Twenty-nine

Thirty

Behind the scenes series

One two

@fandomfan-102

Hiii, im liz/vivi, and this is my page !! 📃⌨️

i write fanfics, post about random stuff and am in way to many fandoms !!

my tags: #[liztalks] , #[lizwrites] , #[liz’s anons]

i do write smut for some of my fanfictions, but i dont put ‘minors dni’ in them because i cant control your internet usage or media consumption.

who i write for:

sturniolo triplets

evan peters/his characters ( besides dahmer)

spiderman

scream

avatar

obx (mostly rafe or pope)

the maze runner (thomas,minho,newt,gally,frypan

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what i write:

smut

fluff

comfort

angst

period

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what i wont write:

r*pe/r*pe kinks

incest

weird kinks (any bodily fluids,etc.)

pregnancy (it makes me uncomfortable)

and more, just ask

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mutuals:

@59candelas

dm me if u wanna be added !! 🫶🏻

A Little Too Much-Part 3

Guys, i’m sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I have tried making this one a little longer, hope you like it Also, thank you anon for being so supportive. I love you 😍 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There you were. In all your glory, in the most perfect most beautiful way. All Newt wanted to do was rush up to you, and hold you in his arms. He found it hard to control himself, all he wanted to do was to breathe in your familiar scent, to feel the way you fit perfectly against his chest, to look into your eyes and tell you he is sorry. That he is miserable and that every second every moment after you left was filled with regret and pain only. And here you were, walking in with a smile on your face, like you have never been better. “I don’t deserve a beautiful girl like her ”, that is all Newt could think of. Of course you wouldn’t forgive him, hell he couldn’t forgive himself until now. Then how in the world could you possibly do that?No, he couldn’t ask of that from you after he hurt you so much. Just at that moment, he saw you gaze onto him and he swears he saw your smile disappear. He knew he should have left, but he didn’t, he had to see you happy for once, hopefully the last time he sees you happy without him. And so, all he did that night was drink. 3rd PoV I saw Newt. For the first time in years. “Take your mind off him (y/n),this is your night “, yet even if you kept talking to people giving them fake smiles and handshakes, your mind kept going back to him. You needed an escape, to get away from him so you went out through a back door. You curse under your breath at the sight you see outside-Newt, drunk and passed out near a dumpster, all you did was send him back to his apartment, you didn’t want to see him again.Did you? And so Pickett was there to save you. You handed Pickett a note, to give Newt when he wakes up. "All I need is some closure”, that is what you thought. But you knew that wasn’t true. —————————————- Hope you guys like this. Its basically off the top of my head. I am going to make 2 More parts, and then do Rain. That is hopefully a going to be longer :)

A little too much- Part 2

A little too much- Newt x reader  xLeta

Sort of a song fic. It’s a cliffhanger. Thank You Anon, for the compliments.I will always write for you :)

Its been weeks since you broke up with Newt, you now decided to live in the Muggle world. You always kept an eye on Newt though, you still loved him. Leta once again, left Newt- this time for good. She tried to steal his occamies, you saw her once, when you went to the pet store in Diagon Alley trying to sell those occamies. You took them from her and sent them back to Newt. You didn’t tell him it was you, you just let it be. He loved his occamies, and you knew how it left to be snatched away from the ones you love, you wouldn’t let that happen to anyone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~3 Years later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You’d made it big in the muggle world. You became a singer, and became quite popular in 3 years. Your best songs were either memories with Newt or because of him.

Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash You tossed it in the trash, you did To give me all your love is all I ever asked 'cause What you don't understand is I'd catch a grenade for ya Throw my head on a blade for ya I'd jump in front of a train for ya You know I'd do anything for ya

You gave him all you had, but all he did was toss it, in the trash. Why? You kept questioning yourself if that was what you deserved. All you asked was for his love in return. That was all, what he never realized was that you would do anything for him. Hell, you would still do anything for him.

But you won’t do the same,

And now, slowly but surely you were becoming a little glad about what ever happened. Because, you achieved success at a level you could never achieve in the wizarding world. You were grateful for that.

You decided to get some sleep, it was a big day tomorrow. It was a promotion party, for your upcoming album. You drifted off to a peaceful dreamless sleep.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  The Next Day     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The following evening, you were dressed in the most stunning Black gown still from above your knee in the side, in a low V-neck. You paired it with Silver high heels and silver jewellery.

As soon as you entered in the bustling crowd, everyone fell silent as if awe. And then burst into applause. And this was the moment, when you had the biggest shock in your life, which could change your life forever.

  Until Next Time,

Kay

A little too much-Newt x reader x leta

Hey guys. The original first part of the Newt x reader x leta thing got deleted and since being the awesome person who does not keep backup, i have re written this piece. So, guys here goes nothing

Also, the plot here differs with what i had written in the first one :3 hope you dont mind.I did not plan on doing that, but i am really really sorrryyyy. :3 :3 :3

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You were wrapped cosily in your blankets when you felt a soft tug at the corners and pulled the sheets right back into yourself with another tug.

Sighing, newt continued,”Love, you really need to get up now, like seriously please do please?”, you just grunted in reply.

“Darling, the occamies are giving birth today” This made you shoot right from your rather too comfy bed and within fifteen minutes you were in the case with your one and only, Newt.

The whole day was tiring and crazy yet seeing that happy smile on newt’s face just after the occamies gave birth, made the day a little more bearable. Gosh, you loved him.

Finally, you retreated to your room after dinner. With Newt resting his head on your lap while you just slowly ran your fingers through his thick, soft curls. Much to your dismay, the bell rang to detroy this perfect little moment. Wondering who that might be, you got from the bed thinking when Newt said-

“ Dont worry love i’ll get that”, you smiled in reply. Perks of dating a Hufflepuff, you smirked at this thought of yours.

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Newt stood there, in shock, disbelief and maybe a twinge of happiness when he saw Leta Lestrange (Thats her name rightt?!), after all these years standing at his doorstep a stuttering, sobbing mess who still looked stunningly beautiful. Quickly brushing these thoughts away. He asked her to come inside and gave her a blanket with tea.

“What Happened?, Newt asked, voice filled with concern.

“My boyfriend, he left me. For good, i moved out , i do-dont kno-ow wh-ere to go or wha-”, Leta replied, letting all of her tears flow out.

“Shhh... Its okay. I’m always here. Always”, he replied soothingly and added

“Let’s get you warmed up” a he motioned for her to follow him. Just then, you came to the hall wondering why Newt was taking so much time when you saw her. Leta in close proximity with your boyfriend for the past three years. You shook your head in utter disbelief. This is not real.

“What is she doing here?”

“(Y/N), not now please”, without saying another word he quietly left.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Its been thre weeks since she had been here, at your home. You refused to accept this ridiculousness. Interrupting your train of thoughts, you saw Newt walking to you, without Leta by his side.

“Broke up with your girlfriend?”, you spat at him. You said, releasing all of your anger in this one sentence.

“What? I dont understand Darlin-”

“Darling? Oh, so you finally realised my existence huh? After three fricking weeks you realised my existence,I thought I mattered to you Newt, Hell three weeks earlier i would’ve sworn on my bloody life that you care about me, that you would care if  i eat or sleep or die.Now, i am not so sure if I should stay. Not like you care, or i have a reason”

“THAT’S IT! (Y/N) You have not right to say that. You know I love you, i spent three years of my life with you.I live with you. Is that not reason to stay?”, he said looking hurt

“Is it really? Because the way I see it. The second, that bitch Leta walks in. You seem to forget all about me? Is that how it really is? Am I just a backup Plan for you? The one who always ends up picking up your broken pieces every time anyone hurt you, even if i end up getting hurt, but now you’re too occupied to notice. Me, having to stand up for you, to stand by you all these years, yet this is what you do Newt?  Bring that exact person back into your life, who broke your heart and soul ages ago, to simply break your trust again?”, you continued seething at him

“You cannot talk about her like that (Y/N) let alone anyone else. Can you just respect my choices, for once? She is an old close friend. I cant just ask her to leave, your being paranoid (Y/N), She is going to stay as long as I like, as long as she likes.”, he shot back at you. This was the biggest argument you had ever broken into.

“And you definitely cannot leave”

“Watch me”, you got your bags which you had packed ages ago. It happened. Something you never dreamed of happening. Ever

PART TWO - MONDAY  19TH  JUNE, 2017.

Until next time,

A rubbish Author- Kay

Send me requests!

Okay so, I’m being dragged in a 4 day camping trip and I need entertainment. Send me some requests!

I’m really in love with Eddie Muson right now but I’m also bored and procrastinating uni deadlines. So if you have an idea I want to hear it!

Falling Hard- Newt x reader (The Maze Runner)

Summary: The day you entered the glade, Newt felt something inside him grow. A need to protect you, to see you smile and laugh, to hold you when nights were cold. It’s true, the boy had fallen for you, and he fell hard.

Warnings: implied depression (Newt my poor lil boy is sad) I do refer to the situation that got Newt his limp throughout this so please lovely’s, if you think this may trigger you move on <3

A/N: Hello lovely people! My first fic back on tumblr, what a time to be alive.

Greenie day was always tense in the Glade, a new boy stumbling around, breaking rules and asking way too many questions for anyone to bear. This Greenie day was especially hard for Newt, as it was the first since his ‘accident’. The boy reluctantly swings himself out of the hammock, sharp pain shooting through his left leg as it makes contact with the unstable, rocky ground. A constant reminder of that day, the day he had finally given up hope of ever escaping the maze.

He sighs as he stretches, twisting slightly as a satisfying crack comes from the boy's back. He rolls his head to the side, eyes closed as yet another sigh escapes his lips. The blonde boy looks around, smiling slightly at the sight of the Gladers asleep in their hammocks. ‘So peaceful, not for long though’, he thinks to himself.

The day drags by slowly as Newt attends to his garden, weeding and tilling soil. Occasionally helping Alby when the leader required it. Before long the all too familiar shrilling ring of the box alarm rings through the Glade, effectively stopping all the boys from their required tasks.

Newt makes his way over to the box, pushing his way through the crowd of curious boys. Murmurs breakout throughout the group, a light buzz falling over the glade as the boys speculate the fate of the incoming arrival.

“I hope he’s a good cook, I need some help in that shucking kitchen, you guys are animals sometimes.”

“I hope he cuts it as a builder, shuck knows we need a bit more brute strength around here.”

“He’s probably going to cut it as a slopper.”

Newt rolls his eyes at his friend's comments, his mind clouded by his own judgment.

The newly appointed second-in-command grumbles to himself; “Great, another boy who’s going to follow us around like a lost puppy until he finds his place in this shucking hell hole. Another boy to feed, to explain to that we are all trapped here with no escape. Just great.”

As the box comes to a halt a high pitched scream is heard, rumbling its way through the metal cage. Slight laughing breaks out among the group as someone shouts “The greenie screams like a shucking girl!”

“Slim it.” Alby announces to the group. “Gally, if you will.”

The builder opens the box, jumping down as the metal cage shakes under his heavy feet.

“Day one Gree-“ the boys sentence is cut short as a fist connects with his jaw. The builder to stunned to speak as his eyes scan over the new arrival. “Uh Alby, Newt, you might want to come take a look at this!” The boy shouts as the gladers calls and laughter ring through the glade.

Newt peers down, his heart stopping and stomach dropping as he inspects the scene below him. Huddled tightly in a corner, wielding a knife and shaking slightly was a girl. A shucking girl! He peers over at Alby, completely stunned and without a clue how to proceed.

“Alright slint heads, back to work. Things just got complicated.” Alby shouts to the gladers.

But none of them move, shell shocked as they stare at the new greenie.

“You heard him, back to work.” Newt announces, receiving grumbles from the boys as they reluctantly make their way from the box.

Newt makes his way into the box, looking over to Gally who only shrugs, rubbing his jaw slightly from the impact of the prior events. Newt makes his way over to the girl, whose eyes are wide with fear as she scans between the three boys in the box. As he takes another step the girl panics, holding the knife out further as she speaks. Voice hoarse from crying.

“Don’t come any closer, I'm warning you.”

The threat is empty as her voice cracks at the end, fresh tears making their way down the girl's stained cheeks.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. It’s okay, we're not going to hurt you.” Newt speaks slowly proceeding closer to the girl, arms stretched out as if approaching a wild animal.

He slowly grabs the knife, throwing it away from her as he crouches down, grabbing the girl's hands as he does so. His kind eyes boring into her as he tilts his head to the side. She stares back at him, crystal orbs stained red from tears as her laboured breaths ring through the box.

Newts heart is beating so fast he’s afraid it might rip out of his chest, as he slowly rubs his thumb over the girls knuckles he can’t help the feeling of nostalgia that rushes over him. The feeling he gets is indescribable, like the first stretch of the morning, or watching the bright sun disappearing over the clouds only to be surrounded by millions of dazzling stars. The feeling of coming home to freshly baked cookies or sitting in front of a blazing fire. He sniffles slightly as tears sting in his eyes so overcome by emotion, his ears ring as his stomach twists.

Just one look at this girl and he knows, his life has been flipped upside down. And for a moment he’s falling, wind rushing through his hair as he screams to no one in particular. But this time he knows that when he lands, he wont be left broken on the cold stone walls. No, he wont be left broken again because maybe, just maybe, this new greenie was sent here to build him back up again.

Always

Newt (Maze Runner) x Reader

Fluff

Summary: Newt and reader having a moment to themselves where they feel safe together

The sun had started to sink beyond the maze walls, casting the Glade in a warm, golden glow. Shadows stretched long across the ground, softening the harsh edges of their surroundings and bathing everything in a warm light. You and Newt had found a quiet moment, away from the chaos and the routine of the Glade, to just be.

He had his arm around you as you both sat in the soft grass, leaning against the sturdy trunk of a tree near the edge of the forest. A gentle breeze tugged at the wild curls of his hair, and he absentmindedly ran a hand through it, his eyes drifting dreamily along the distant horizon.

“Feels like we’re on top of the world, doesn’t it?” you murmured, breaking the silence with a soft, contented sigh. You nestled closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Newt looked down at you, his eyes alight with a warmth that made your heart flutter. “With you here, love,” he said, voice tender, “we might as well be.”

You laughed softly, nudging his shoulder. “That’s corny, even for you.”

But he just grinned, unbothered, letting his hand fall to trace gentle patterns along your arm. His touch was light, calming, grounding you in a way only Newt could. It was as if the whole world faded away, leaving only this small, perfect moment with him.

As you both watched the sky darken and the first stars appear, he shifted to look at you more closely. “I know this place isn’t much,” he started, a bit hesitant. “But… I want you to know that with you, even the Glade feels like somewhere special.”

You felt your cheeks flush, warmth blossoming in your chest. He was like that—always making you feel like you were someone irreplaceable, like you were everything to him. You lifted a hand, brushing a lock of hair from his face, letting your fingers linger along his jaw. “It’s you that makes it special for me, too,” you said softly. “No place could ever be too dark, not with you in it.”

For a moment, he looked at you in that way he sometimes did, the way that made you feel like there was nothing else he saw. His fingers intertwined with yours, holding your hand firmly as if he’d never let go.

“Promise me,” he whispered, voice carrying an unspoken worry, as if something beyond your view haunted him. “No matter what happens… you’ll be here, with me.”

You gave him a smile, squeezing his hand. “Newt... we can't guarantee—"

He lifted your chin ever so gently, cutting you off. "Promise me."

"Always."

He took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, his eyes lingering on yours with something deeper—a quiet understanding. A silent promise.

And for that moment, everything felt whole. You knew there would be dark days and shadows still to come, but as long as you had this, as long as you could hold onto each other, it was enough.

Yet, somewhere in his gaze, you thought you caught a fleeting hint of something—fear, perhaps, or the kind of acceptance only seen in someone who understood that some things, no matter how much love could try to hold them, couldn’t last forever.

Ink.

Newt x reader

Angst

summary: In his last moments of clarity, Newt writes a letter to you, fearing the end as the Flare tightens its grip on his mind, but clinging to the memory of your voice.

note: this is my first time posting my writing (this was my first work that I saved in my notes app so please go easy, but do drop a comment so I know how and where to work on it)

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The paper trembles in his grip, its edges curling under the weight of the words he can't yet bring himself to write. The air feels heavy, thick with the staleness of a room too quiet, too still, like a space that has forgotten the sounds of life. He stares at the blank page, the ink from his pen bleeding softly into the grain as if it too is hesitant, afraid to stain the white with what it knows must come.

Outside, the wind howls low, a distant cry through the cracked window, but it’s your voice that haunts the silence. Not in words. No, it’s the rhythm of your laughter echoing in the back of his mind, the way it used to fill the room so effortlessly. He can still feel the ghost of your breath against his skin, cool and soft, like the first morning dew settling on a world that didn’t deserve it.

But now the warmth is gone, swept away by the creeping coldness that wraps tighter around his thoughts. The Flare, slow and cruel, coils itself deeper inside him, dragging every memory of you through a haze until your face becomes just a shadow behind his eyes. His hand jerks, trembling against his will, ink splattering onto the page like a wound freshly opened.

He should stop. Let you go before the disease takes even that—takes you from him, in the only way he has left to hold onto you.

But he can’t. Not yet.

His fingers trace the outline of your name, barely pressing down on the pen, as if he can somehow carve your presence into the moment without breaking it. He swallows against the knot in his throat, but it’s not sorrow—it’s the fear of forgetting what it felt like to have you close, to feel your hand slipping into his when words failed you both.

His chest tightens, not with pain, but with the unbearable lightness of the memories that float just beyond his reach now. The smell of the earth beneath your feet when you would walk together after the sun had sunk below the horizon, your whispered thoughts lost to the darkness around you both, shared in the space between breaths.

That’s what he’s fighting to keep, what the Flare threatens to strip away—those moments when the world fell away, and it was just you.

The pen presses harder now, the ink running in uneven lines, as though time itself is pushing him forward, rushing him to finish before he loses the strength to. The words don’t come in sentences; they are fragments, bursts of thoughts too fragile to be held together. But you will understand. You always did.

He writes of the way the sound of your voice held him together when everything else fell apart, of how your presence was the one light he chased even as the darkness grew inside him. He writes of the end, not in fear, but in the simple acceptance of what is to come, because you would want him to be honest, not heroic.

And as the ink dries, his vision blurs—not from tears, no, those dried long ago—but from the soft haze of a mind slowly unraveling. He folds the letter, pressing it to his lips, the faint taste of paper and ink bitter against his skin, a poor imitation of the warmth he remembers from you.

He leaves it on the table, a final goodbye.

Before the Flare takes him too.