Dear Newt // Newt x reader.

Chapter 4 - Meeting Wade

A few months later

"Yes!!" I screamed with happiness as the dart arrow hit the little round red circle in the middle of the target. The Gladers who were watching cheered for me. This was the fourth time I had won today. Ever since the latest glader, Adam, had shown up, she had asked for board games and they had sent down a dart game. I was killing it.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Newt standing there, watching me with a smile on his face. I had been adjusting pretty well in the glade. My skin had bronzed due to the sun's gentle kisses, which had also lightened my hair slightly, and it was now longer. I was covered in dirt from working all day in the gardens, and my hair was braided in a very advanced braid to keep it away from my face.

Suddenly, an all too familiar ear-piercing sound echoed through the glade – another greenie had arrived. We all ran towards the box, and as usual, there was a confused little greenie. This guy was a masculine, brown-skinned guy with curly hair.

Ever since Chuck had arrived in the Glade, I had always been the one to greet the new greenies. I don't know why, but there was something about me that made them feel calm in their hard situation. Newt helped me climb down into the box, and then he jumped down next to me, standing behind me. The last time I had jumped down to help a confused Glader, I had flashbacks from my first time and had a mental breakdown. I needed Newt here with me to feel safe.

"Do you remember your name?" was the first thing I asked him. "It's... Wade," he said. It was like he wasn't even sure of it himself. "Hi Wade, I'm y/n. I know it's confusing, but you're safe here," I reassured him, and then I walked with him to meet Alby. I smiled as I watched her deal with this. I was so proud of her.

Gally jumped down and looked through the boxes. He was grabbing my box with stuff from the creators. "Hey, don't look through her stuff," Newt told him and took it from him. "Right, sorry," he said, confused as to why Newt would never let anyone open my box. We had made a rule about respecting my privacy. The only ones I trusted in the glade so far were Newt and Minho, and Minho was running around in the maze all day. So Newt was the one who took care of my stuff. He put it in the hut that Gally had built for me. Newt was waiting for me when I arrived. "Hi," Newt said. "Just wanted to make sure you were pleased with everything," he said with a smile, but I knew better. He was curious about what was in my box.

I opened the box and let him see. His face turned all red when he saw my bra. "Oh yes! Finally, mine is so worn out," I said, holding it high in the air, and then he felt it. He shuffled awkwardly in his position, pulling down his shirt in hopes of hiding it. I put the clothes away, and Newt looked curiously in the box. Then I found an odd package I've never seen before. He grabbed it and looked at it in confusion, turning it over in his hands. "What in the shuck is this?" he muttered to himself. Y/n turned around and started to giggle. "Is it some kind of cushion for your bum? Or maybe a fancy kind of bandage?" He furrowed his brow, trying to figure it out. "Well, whatever it is, it must be important if you keep asking for it. "Is it magic?" he asked me and I giggled "in a manner of speaking" i said, which is kinda the truth? Newt shrugged and handed the package to me with a grin. "Here you go, love. I hope it works its magic on you."

I couldn't help but laugh. He was just too adorable. "I'll go and plant the bloody stuff the creators sent us in the gardens. I hope I'll see you there later, love," he said. I nodded. "I just need to change," I told him. He nodded uncomfortably with a snort and left my hut. After switching bras, I couldn't help but feel watched. I went to my window and closed the curtains, then I saw Wade standing not far from my hut. He was watching me. I was shirtless. I closed the curtains. God, he made me feel so uncomfortable ever since he had arrived. Just something about his name that I hate. (No offense to all the Wades. I'm thinking about Wade Robson.)

I put on a tank top, and when I was about to leave, I couldn't help but notice a little black book. It was the diary I asked for. I've been feeling so bored and empty here sometimes and really wanted to write my thoughts in... about Newt. He's been on my mind a lot lately. I opened the book, and another piece of paper fell to the ground. I bent over to the floor and looked at it.

"Please meet me in the maze."

What's in the shuck?