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Good That >> TDC!Newt X Reader

Title: Good That

Paring: The Death Cure!Newt X Reader

Warnings: Heaps of angst, mentions of death and stuff like that

Spoilers: Yeah. Yeah. Don't read if you haven't read or seen The Death Cure. I literally put the book down on the page before - yes, you know that page - it happened, and that was two years ago and I only read on because this was a request...and now I'm dead inside and crying, brb.

Requested: By LordImpossible

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When you close your eyes, it's all normal again.

It's like you've never left the Maze: Alby is micromanaging the Greenie of the month. Gally's arguing about something. Frypan's there, burning something in the kitchen. Chuck is making a little song up as he does his chores, and Newt...oh, Newt.

He'd look at you like you're made of the stuff of sunshine.

You were a Greenie seven months ago, and five months ago, you remembered your name. But all that time, Newt was by your side, fending off the other boys' mockery of your terribly memory. Three months ago, your hand touched his by the fireside, the night the Greenie, Thomas arrived. Soon after, your shoulders touched, and then your lips, and in the shadows of the bonfire, you finally relaxed into one another.

After Thomas came the girl, Teresa, and after her, the horrible things began. You barely made it out of the Maze alive, and coming through the Scorch, well, you're not the strongest. You were labelled as The Dirt, someone joked that it was because you're always underfoot. Newt had kissed your cheek, and whispered to only you, "it's because I love moving you while we're in the garden,".

That made you smile only until you learned that you were immune, and he wasn't. But you'd always have him in your memory as the boy who made your heart sing.

But you can't keep your eyes closed forever.

You like to pretend that you never went into the Maze, that you met each other somewhere before all the klunk happened with WICKED. You pretend that the world isn't bugging ending, that you had a nice family that didn't trade you in for drugs to become immune.

You like to pretend that you met him at a corner store, a block from the group home where you lived. In almost every scenario, you're buying something small for the people you're lumped with. But it doesn't matter that in this daydream it's never the same item, be it bread, butter or milk, it's always him.

He's always at the door, and you always bump into him. He'd say "ah, sorry, I didn't see –," or just wave his arms around like a comedic octopus. But either way, Newt was adorable, and he made your heart sing.

You'd go, "oh no, sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going –," or just drop the bread or butter or milk you'd just bought to the ground and take his face in your hands and just kiss him like you'd always wanted the nerves to kiss him.

It would be a shuck fairy-tale. Because that was not how you met Newt.

You met him when you were coming out of a cage, and you were not doing just fine. You'd puked everywhere and were crying, and you didn't remember your name or your family, but you really wanted to go to back to them, and that was before you lived through the jacked-up klunk that had happened. The Medjacks had given you a blanket, and Frypan had given you a hot mug of something which made you feel better, and Newt stayed by your side throughout all of it.