When Will It Be Over

When will it be over

When will it be over (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 633 words

Warnings: madness, going insane, (I hate doing these) holding hands (gasp) also spoilers!

Summary: you arrive in Denver but things take a turn when you realise they only let in Immunes. (reread this like 5 times, I know it’s bad but I have no idea how else to write it)

(Also, I wrote this a while ago and literally just found it so it’s not amazing)

you huddle in a corner of the berg next to Newt. his hand finds yours in the dark and you rest your head of his shoulder.

his thumb strokes your hand and you hear his heart beating in his chest. the others are breathing heavily, most asleep, you guess.

“Newt” you whisper to the boy beside you.

“Yeah”

“Will this ever be over”. you hear his breath catch in his chest, and he finally says, “I don’t know, y/n”.

you look up at his face, seeing its shadowy outline in the pitch darkness. he shifts slightly, pulling you closer and letting you lean against him. sleep eventually washes over you like a dark heavy wave.

you wake up on the floor, and you snap upright, looking around. light seeps in through the huge window, where Jorge is steering the berg, illuminating the sleeping faces of Brenda, Thomas and Minho.

pushing yourself to your feet, you hear a soft banging sound. you creep towards an opening into another room, towards the banging.

peeking your head around the frame, you see Newt, throwing rocks at a metal wall of the berg.

“You should come back with the others, we might have to leave soon and we need to stick together”. he starts but doesn’t turn. with a scoff he says, “Anyone who sticks with me for too long will end up dead”.

you move towards Newt, and sit beside him. “You’re not a killer”. you put your hand on his but he snatches it away. “You’re so naive. you really think that just because we’re all friends, that my shucked up brain will be able to not hurt you, any of you” he almost shouted the last part.

you shift away from him and fear sparks in his eyes. “Just leave me alone, please”. you stand up and walk away from him, feeling his eyes on the back of your head.

as you enter the cockpit again, Minho and Thomas turn to look at you, having evidently woken up. “How is he” Thomas asks. you shake your head and the boys exchange a look.

Newt limps into the room and you feel the pair watching him. he sits beside you, and you can feel his eyes on you. you reach out your hand to him and he takes it. “I’m sorry” he breathes into your ear.

you press your head into his chest, breathing in his sweet, musky scent. he strokes your hair slowly, looking directly at his friends.

Jorge turns to face them before anyone else can speak and says, “Welcome to Denver boys”

Minho looks at him and starts shouting orders to the others, who begin scrambling to their feet. you rise with Newt, not letting go of his hand as you crowd behind Minho.

the berg lands and you stumble, but the sandy haired boy catches and steadies you. a large hatch opens and Minho herds the boys and Brenda out one by one.

you and Newt reach the hatch but Minho holds out his arm, blocking you from going down. the blond boy glares at him and tries to push past.

Minho shakes his head. “I’m sorry Newt, but Denver is protected, they won’t let anyone in, unless they’re immune”.

“Don’t be silly Newt’s coming with us”. Minho looks at you, pity shining in his eyes.

“y/n, he can’t come”. you grip Newts hand tightly. “How can you be so stupid? he’s our best chance out there, we need him”.

Newt squeezes your hand gently, “It’s ok y/n, I’ll stay here”. you open your mouth to say something but he cuts you off, “I’ll see you when you get back”

you watch as Newt retreats back into the berg, his dark eyes shine for a moment and then he’s lost in the darkness.

Jealous

Jealous (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 531 words

Warnings: drinking, drunk teens, kissing, Minho and Thomas and lots of other gladers kissing, cuddling (my sister is concerned for my after reading the warnings)

Summary: After a game of spin the bottle, you are forced to kiss Thomas but when your break away, you notice someone is gone.

you sit around the shining fire, laughing with the others. orange light illuminates their faces as they look towards Gally, stumbling towards the group with an empty bottle in his hand, grinning.

your knees bumps into Newt’s who sits beside you, as the gladers budge up to let Gally sit down. “Who wants to play spin the bottle”

this is met by many cheers, and Gally sets the bottle down.

after a while, in which most of them had had a few more drinks as they watched pairs kiss and either roar with laughter or hide their glowing red face in their hands.

by the time Minho almost knocked Thomas over with a kiss through laughter, most, Gally, Thomas and Minho most prominent amoung them, were drunk.

“Aight’ then, y/n’s turn” Minho reaches forward and spins the bottle, just as you feel the blond boy beside you stiffen.

a cheer rises from the group as the bottle spins to a stop, facing Thomas. he looks at you, his eyes slightly unfocused. you lean forwards, rolling your eyes at the other boys watching you two closely.

movement catches your eye, and by the time you have pecked Thomas lightly, ignoring the cheers rising from the others, you turn to see Newt disappearing into his hut.

you look sadly after him and decide to follow. your chuckles rap lightly on the door and you push it open, looking inside. Newt sits on his hammock, looking at, half standing as though he had begun to get up.

“Oh hey y/n.” his voice is light and casual but you know something’s wrong.

“What’s wrong”

“S’nothing”

“Yeah right”

you sit down next to him and he fiddles with his hands, twisting them together.

“are you jealous.” he doesn’t answer you, just stares down at his fingers.

“Hey, look at me. No look at me.” you lift his chin with your hands and look him in the eyes, “nothing’s gonna stop me from loving you. not the flare, not WICKED, and definitely not some stupid kiss in an even more stupid game. Understand?”

he nods, not meeting your eyes. you push your lips into his and his eyes widen but he’s kissing back. you break away from him, “let me ask again, understand”

“I understand” he says a hint of his beautiful laugh back in his voice.

you move back towards him and your sitting there, your arms around his neck and his around your waist. you sway slightly, grabbing handfuls of his tank top as you press ever closer to him until you’re practically on top of him.

after a few more moments, or maybe it’s an hour, or maybe even a couple days, you break apart, foreheads touching, looking into each others eyes.

you hand finds his hair and you twirl blond strands in your fingers. Newt lifts you into his arms and sets you down gently, so you’re lying in the hammock. he hops in after you and pulls your head onto his chest so you can hear the steady thump of his heart.

“Newt”

“Yeah”

“I love you”

you can hear the smile in his voice as he replies.

“I love you too y/n”

Runner

Runner (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 445 words (short but sweet, like my sister)

Warnings: kissing (for the first time in ages), hugging, cuddling (wait those are the same thing, ah, it’s late)

Summary: when you return from the maxe, Newt has to make sure you’re alright. (me just realising, I start lots of my summaries with ‘when you’, yes very creative, well done me)

you hoist your pack a little higher onto your shoulder, getting ready to follow Minho into the maze. Newt stands a couple metres away, resting his chin on his fist, looking between you and his friend anxiously. you smile at him, and he smiles back though you can see the worry behind his gentle eyes.

Minho orders everyone to move out and you start to follow him before being almost knocked over by Newt’s hug. “be careful” he whispers in your ear. you give him another smile and kiss him on the nose. “I will.”

as you start to move away from him, he calls out, “if you die, I’ll kill you y/n”. you laugh, wave and follow Minho into the maze.

*

you face is red, and sweat dampens your hair as you hold onto your knees, panting. looking up you see the blond boy, previously pacing around the glade, running, or rather, hobbling towards you.

he hugs you hard, then hold you at arms length, inspecting you, for even the slightest injury. “lay off Newt, she’s fine.” Minho comes out of the maze behind you, laughing at the look of concentration on his face.

he sighs and releases you, “I’m sorry, I’m just-“

“If anyone has a right to hate that place, it’s you”

you smiles gratefully at you. “Are you tired?”

“No, I’m feeling quite energetic, ready for another run” you joke.

he laughs quietly, sweeping you into his arms, ignoring Minho’s loud wolf whistles behind him. he carries you to his hut, shutting the door with his foot, and setting you down gently in his hammock.

your eyelids grow heavy almost as soon as you lie down, you hold his hand, breathing deeply, until sleep washes over you.

sunlight seeps through your closed eyelids, creating a red glow. you raise your head slightly, blinking sleep from your eyes. you see Newt curled next to you, his arms around you.

you start to get up, you needed to meet Minho, he always liked to start early. Newt groans and holds onto you. “Newt” laughter edges your voice, “I need to wake up now.”

“Why?” his voice tired.

“I’m a runner now, I need to meet Minho”

“Minho, shminho” he scoffs, but his voice softens as he looks at your face, “I’ll handle it.”

you bend down in front of him, “you can’t keep me safe forever.”

“I’m bloody well gonna try.” he pulls you towards him and kisses you, “you’re not getting hurt if I can help it”

“but you won’t always be able to help it.” he looks at you, amusement and seriousness flashing in his eyes.

“We’ll see about that”

Flowers

Flowers (Newt x Reader) (what a surprise)

Word count: 402 (arg my fanfics are getting shorter)

Warnings: mentions of Newt’s incident (no kissing, what a shocker)

Summary: when you follow Newt into the forest, you remember that you’re all just children in a sick trap.

it was strange, whenever you would see Newt around the glade you would see the stern, authoritative, second in command. yet now you saw a gentle young boy, delicately stringing daisies together, or watching small insects crawl up the trees around him.

when he was alone, or so he thought, you saw the gentle, child inside him that he never showed, that he hid under his role of leading the gladers when alby couldn’t.

it made you sad, to see such a young boy having to carry so much weight, so much responsibility. the hatred for the people that put you in this trap only strengthened so you didn’t focus on where you were putting your feet, snapping a twig, and making him look around quickly.

he hastily stuffs to long string of flowers begin his back as you emerged. “Oh hey, y/n, what are you doing here?”.

“I could ask you the same thing”. you step towards him. “oh me? nothing much”

“I didn’t know you were so good at making Daisy chains”

crimson creeps across his cheeks as you pull his hand out from behind his back, and stare down at the perfect chain of daisies.

“these are beautiful” you whisper to him, “I wish I could make them like this”

within minutes, you and Newt are sitting across from each other, Newt guiding your fingers, never getting impatient as you struggled.

eventually you had gotten the hand of it, and you sat next to him weaving a long chain, talking. you caught Newt watching wistfully as the runners return into the glade.

“you miss it don’t you”, he starts,

“Hm” he turns to look at you.

“You miss going out there with them, don’t you?”

“I suppose, but, I’m the only one to blame for why I’m not out there with them”. he stops talking abruptly, and you look over to him.

“What do you mean”

“S’nothing” he stares at his hands, and you don’t talk for the next few moments.

then you lean your head on his shoulder, making him look round at you in surprise.

you lean across and hug him.

he hesitates a moment, and hugs you back, relaxing as he did so, as though the tension was seeping from his body.

you sit there for a moment, hugging, and you whisper in his ear, “I love you just the way you are, nothing will change that”.

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Don’t want to lose you

Don’t want to lose you (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 331 words (sorry it’s tiny)

Warnings: thoughts of death I suppose (once again staring at my phone for like 15 minutes tryna do these)

Summary: After saving him from a Crank, Newt is angry, telling you, you could have died.

you don’t know why you did it. love you guess. but before you know it your sprinting full pelt before the thrashing bodies. voices shout behind you for you to stop but you don’t listen.

you reach the two and throw yourself at the dark veined, roaring creature for the sandy haired boy beneath it. you spin with the creature, finally managing to twist its arms behind its back. it twists and turns, trying to bite you. you push it away, sending it skidding across the gravel and into a shadowy corner, where it stays.

turning back around, you see the others running towards you, looking scared and anxious, and Newt, looking positively livid, though fear is flashing in his eyes.

he runs at you and hugs you tightly, “Never do that again, you hear me?”

“hey, I’m fine.” you smile at him but his face is still creased with worry.

“I’m serious y/n”

“I’m ok”

“No y/n, don’t die for me.” his voice is sharp with anger and fear.

“what’s wrong I’m fine”

“Fine, FINE,” he’s shouting now, “you could have bloody died, what would I have done then, huh?”

he hugs you even more tightly, “I can’t lose you y/n”

“you’re not going to” you whisper into his ear, leaning your cheek on his head, bent into the crook of your neck. your hand strokes his hair as his rapid breathing slows.

you hold his cheeks in your hands and make him lift his face to you. leaning in, your lips meet and your arms find each other again.

a small cough from behind you, makes you break apart. “this is lovely and everything, but we should move before any more of those things come here and eat us.” Minho has his arms folded, wearing his usual amused expression.

you hold Newt’s hand as you set off again, this time he seems determined to keep you safe from everything. half annoyed, half grateful, you follow him, smiling to yourself.