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.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1001 words

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! peeps getting hurt, violence, someone getting electrocuted

Summary: when you fly your way to Crank Palace you find Newt, less than happy to return with you.

you sit on the floor of the berg, looking down at the price of paper clutched in your hand. Thomas and Minho’s eyes are latched onto the note as well, their friend’s last goodbye.

you breath in very deeply, and stand up, your legs still shaking. “Right, we need to go to, wherever they’ve taken him”. you can feel Brenda and Jorge looking at you, something between pity and exasperated swimming in their faces.

“y/n-”

“-no, we’re not going any further without Newt” you fold your arms and sit back down, crossing your legs. Jorge opens his mouth to say something but Thomas cuts him off, “don’t try and argue with her, she won’t budge”

*

“He said- very pointedly, I might add- to tell you guys to get lost”

you fold your arms across your chest, “we’re not going anywhere without Newt.” Minho and Thomas nod and stare stonily at the guards.

“Did you not hear what I said?”

“Your jobs not done” Thomas takes a step towards the guard.

“Yeah, so if you want your money, you better take us to him”

the guards sighs and mutters darkly. “come on then, I’ll take you to your friend”

you step over rubbish, mud and suspicious looking scarlet patches. there are shrieks and shouts that sound like they came from a strangled animal.

the others are looking around warily but you stride after the guard, not even stopping when you stepped into a pile of mud, splattering yourself with mud.

eventually you reach a run down bowling alley, with cackling laughter echoing from it. the others are talking quietly behind you. “..I just have a bad feeling.” you spin around to face her. “don’t come then, but I’m getting Newt back if it’s the last thing I do.” Brenda looks slightly taken aback but there is understanding in her eyes.

you push your way into the building, Thomas, Minho, Brenda and Jorge close behind you. your eyes scan the room, as you step over people muttering to themselves or else hitting each other over the head all the while grinning.

then you spot him, even in the dark you recognise him. you speed up your pace and the others hurry to catch up. you’re so focused on making your way towards him that when his voice echoes around the dark room, “I told you bloody shanks to get lost!” the others stop behind you, and you keep your eyes on the boy. “Newt, listen to me-.” you step forwards, one hand outstretched. “y/n, listen to me, turn around and leave, now”

“Newt, please-.”

“y/n, stop”

“Newt-.”

“y/n” he turns around, his dark eyes dancing in the small blinking lights of the building, and a launcher gripping in his shaking hands, “y/n, please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

your heart sinks down to rest, somewhere around your navel. your mind is spinning, broken only when Newt’s voice tears at the air.

“I am a Crank Minho! I am a Crank! Why can’t you get that through

your bloody head? If you had the Flare and knew what you were about to go through, would you want your

friends to stand around and watch? Huh? Would you want that?”

“No, I wouldn’t” your voice comes out soft, but makes Newt turn his head, “but I would have thought maybe you would care enough for a goodbye”

his gaze softens, “If that’s all you want, goodbye y/n”

you shake your head, as though trying to clear it, “no…no” your voice is so quiet it’s more of a whisper “no Newt, I don’t want a goodbye, I don’t want to leave here without you”

“you have to”

“no”

“you have to”

“no I don’t”

“y/n, don’t make me hurt you”

you feel as though you must be wearing a look similar to being hit over the head. “at one point, you said you would never hurt me, you promised” you take a deep breath of forced calm, “but I suppose that means nothing to you now”

it was Newt’s turn to look slightly stunned. “I’m sorry.” his voice was less than a whisper, and his eyes were sparkling, whether with tears or anger, you could not tell.

he raises the launcher in shaking hands, still mouthing those two words, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

and then there’s a fizz of electricity and a blinding flash of light. your limbs jerk around, and you see the others bend over you, shouting something that cannot penetrate the ringing in your head.

he had done it, he had hurt you. you do not move as arms carry you out of the dark bowling alley and back into the berg. a blurry face bends over you, while you mouth one word, Newt.

you blink rapidly, the world fuzzy and distorted. you sit up straight looking around and startling Minho who has evidently just woken from a doze in a chair nearby. despite yourself, you fond yourself hoping it was all a dream, that Newt’s soft voice and protective arms would comfort you any moment now.

but judging by the look in Minho’s eyes, you know it wasn’t a dream. Newt was gone, and you may never see him again. your hands ball into fists and you fight the urge to scream. Minho leans over and puts a hand on your shaking arm. the touch only reminds you more of the boy you had left and you snatch it away, hissing angrily, “don’t touch me.”

the boy clasps his hand in his lap, looking down at them. of course Minho has known him better, if not, longer than you had and was no doubt upset. but you’re too full of emotions that fight their way out of you.

you twist around and scream into your pillow. scream your voice hoarse. scream until your sobbing. you wish you could sleep but you know you won’t be able to. not with those two words weaving their way around your head.

I’m sorry.

The Glade

The Glade (newt x fem!reader)

Word Count: 587 words

Warnings: threats, mild violence

Summary: you arrive in the box, with no idea where or who you are

you open your eyes. not much changes. you’re met with pure blackness. a rattling greets your ears and you feel that you’re rising upwards. you appear to be in a lift.

dark objects hit you. something that feels like leaves and what must be a crate. that’s when the panic set in.

what’s is going on? where are you? who are you?

you begin to shout. hoping that someone, anyone will hear you. of course no one does. then the rattling stops. you look around for a moment until a hatch above you opens and light floods into your prison.

covering your eyes with your arms, you look at the inside of your eyelids, tinged with red. voices bombard you, boys by the sound of it. you can only make out a few words they are saying.

“It’s a girl”

“What”

“Yeah, a girl”

“What’s a girl doing here”

you blink rapidly as someone jumps down beside you. opening your eyes fully you see a boy of about 16 smiling down at you with a hand outstretched, “hey greenie, name’s Newt, welcome to the glade.”

rising slowly to your feet, you look around, faces look back at you, all boys, all about the same age as Newt except for a few, 12-13, by the looks for them.

Newt climbs out of the pit looking thing you’d just come up in, tossing his blond hair out of his dark eyes. he twists his fingerless gloves in his hands, brushing dust from his trousers. he reaches down for you and pulls you gently after him. you look down to find your footing and see that one of Newt’s legs is bent in an awkward angle, and he is not putting weight on it.

“I know you probably have a lot of questions but just wait until we get away from this lot and I’ll answer them”

you nod silently tearing your eyes away from his leg and, follow the boy as he pushes through the crowd. “I call dibs on her” a voice rises above the crowd and an unknown person grabs your arm.

you give a small exclamation of surprise and Newt turns. the unknown boy tries to drag you into the crowd but Newt pushes his way past you and grabs him by the front of his shirt, lifting him onto his toes. he puts his face about an inch away from the other’s.

“Do that again shank and I’ll snap your neck in half”

“That would be breaking one of the rules Newt.”

yet another boy joins the crowd, smiling. “Alby, he tried to drag the new greenie off.”

“Maybe, but I don’t want to have to banish you, so don’t make me”

Newt drops the boys shirt, shoots him such a look of hatred and contempt he recoils slightly, and makes his way to you and Alby.

Alby pats him on the back, and starts shouting orders getting the boys to haul the crates and strange leafy things, which turned out to be carrots, out the pit.

“right, I spect’ you’re pretty confused, firstly, can you remember your name, only that seems to be the only thing anyone can remember when they come up in the box”

you think for a moment then reply, “y/n, my name’s y/n”

“y/n, that’s a nice name” he smiles at you. “I know you’re probably confused but we’re all in the same boat. no idea where the bloody hell we are, only we call this place the glade.”

The Shadow In Your Eyes

The Shadow In Your Eyes (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1367 words (Finally a long one)

Warnings: illness, madness/insanity, hints at murder, violence, death, (once again my having no idea what to put here)

Summary: the flare is spreading through Newt quicker than you could ever have imagined, it won’t be long before the boy you loved is lost forever.

you cannot even bring yourself to look at him, for, if you did, you would not see the smiling, brown eyed boy you love, but a pale, dark vein streaked, stranger.

the other gladers seemed to be keeping their distance too, not out of fear or spite, but merely because watching someone you love, slowly die, and you can do nothing but watch, is too hard.

you take a deep breath and move to sit beside Newt, causing many turned heads. he looks sideways at you, causing you to shift away from him in discomfort.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite”. his voice comes out harsher than you knew it would if he wasn’t infected. you still can’t meet his eyes, as though scared you will see madness, or perhaps hatred, staring back at you.

the boys are looking up now, eyes fixed on you and Newt, not speaking. Newt looks around, realises everyone is staring and stands up.

he limps out of the room, and after a moment’s hesitation, you follow him.

you peep your head around the frame of the door, to see Newt sitting cross legged, his chin in his hands.

“What do you want”. his voice comes out hoarse yet without that harsh tone. you decide it’s safe to move closer, and rest a hand on his shoulder, “it’s going to be ok”

he shoved your hand away, “it’s not going to be bloody ok, lying to yourself isn’t going fix this, fix me. I’m getting worse y/n, I can feel it.

“Newt, listen to me”

“no! you listen to me,” he was shouting now “do you really think that me knowing you all, will stop me from killing you”

“Newt-“ you reach out your arm to him.

“Get away from me!” his eyes blaze with a maddened anger as he shoves you, hard, sending you sprawling across the floor.

horror crosses Newt’s face as he sees what he’s done, he rushes towards you but you back away, drawing your knees up to your chin, just as Minho and Thomas ran into the room.

“we heard you shouting Newt and-“ Minho breaks off as he sees you sitting huddled in a corner on the floor, with Newt, standing near you, a hand over his mouth.

Minho and Thomas hurry towards you, standing between your curled up body and Newt. “Minho, Thomas, what are you doing?”, Newt says in a shaky voice.

“What we have to” Thomas looks grimly at his friend. Minho nods at him, lifts you into his arms, and Thomas keeps his eyes on Newt as you are carried from the room.

“are you alright”. Minho begins checking you for injuries. you nod, a little shakily, still shocked and speechless.

the boy looks at you, “it’s not a very nice experience, the flare”. you shake your head vigorously. “me and Thomas will talk to Newt, don’t worry, we won’t let it happen again”

Thomas and Newt enter the room at that moment, Thomas grim faced and Newt still shaken, approaching you slowly. you move backwards, afraid and hurt flashes in Newt’s dark eyes before he turns away.

you sit between Thomas and Minho, who are whispering to each other, and stare at your hands.

whenever you glance up, which was next to never, Newt sat alone, shivering slightly, his chin resting on his knees.

evidently, the other graders had either been told, or had heard, you and Newt’s fight, the latter seeming more likely. all the boys had crowded on one side of the room, as though trying to put as much distance between themselves and the sandy haired boy.

he fiddled with his fingerless gloves, the thin cotton going nothing to hide the dark veins snaking up them. it was clear to everyone, that Newt was not the same Newt as they knew from the Glade.

the stranger was harsher, colder, and had broken a whispered promise you had heard too many times to count. “I promise I will never hurt you y/n”

but this was not the Newt that made those promises. this was not the Newt that held you as you wept for Chuck. not the Newt that would hug you when he saw you return from the maze. not the Newt who would hold you when the nightmares plagued your sleep.

not the Newt that decorated your hair with chains of daisies. the Newt that would laugh when you weaved flowers through his hair. not the Newt that would let you lie of his lap, pointing out the pretty shadows the leaves cast. the Newt that would stroke your hair until he heard your breathing go heavy.

that Newt was gone now. to a place you would never reach him again.

it made your heart break to see the boy that would always comfort you, the kind track hoe, the friend that would bring you baskets of strawberries, decorated with flowers, sitting their, blank eyed, staring at his thin fingers.

you wanted to move forward to comfort him, yet even if Minho or Thomas, or heck even Newt himself, let you, it was not a good idea.

looking at his lost, pale face, it seemed hard to realise that this, blank, vacant youth, was the same smiling sandy haired boy from the glade.

the Flare had broken his mind, worse than the fall had broken his leg.

night had fallen and the boys were laying down, using packs to prop up their heads and each others heat to warm them.

your eyes watched the lonely boy curl up by himself, wrapping his hands around his knees. you felt your eyes close, but you cannot sleep. after a moment or maybe it was hours, the breathing around you grows steady and you believe everyone is asleep. that was before movement caught your eye.

you watch through your eyelashes as the dark shape of Newt shifts slowly towards you, looking left and right to make sure that others were indeed asleep.

your stomach sinks with fear and apprehension as he reaches out a hand towards you. but instead of doing the many things that race each other through your mind, he brushes a stray hair from your eyes, gently.

not moving you watching through squinted eyelids as he strokes your hair with his thumb, his eyes, even in the dark, glazed in sadness.

you relax, slightly, beginning to drift off to sleep when a loud creak makes you jump, Newt’s head snaps around, and the boys jerk awake, Thomas and Minho already on their feet.

the blonde boy tries to scurry back to his corner, unnoticed, but Thomas grabs his ankle and holds him fast.

“what were you doing to y/n” he demands

“nothing. get off of me” Newt struggles to free his leg from his friend’s grip but to no avail.

“answer me. you expect us to trust you around her after today?”

Newt’s face lost all the gentleness of a few minutes ago, and is shadowed by anger. “get off of me” he screams, making the other boys jump. he lunges for Thomas only to be dragged down by Minho and a few other gladers who hold him to the ground.

“I’m not going to ask you again” Thomas looks at Newt seriously.

“let go. let go. let go.” his voice sounds almost childlike, nothing like his own. it was as though someone else were speaking for Newt.

Thomas flattens his hand, and brings it down hard on the boy’s injured leg. he screams so loudly you’re surprised you don’t hear the shattering of glass.

Newt stops struggling, his breath ragged, looking almost on the verge of tears. but you knew that Newt wouldn’t cry, no matter how sick or shucked up in the head he was.

Thomas and Minho take advantage of this and drag him into a side room, slamming the door. they both look at each other, pained expressions on their faces.

they tell everyone to get some sleep, but they all know none of them will. not with the cracked screams and thumps coming from the side room.

Blond

Blond (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 597 words

Warnings: staring (how dare he)

Summary: the hut is lit, and you need to deliver a message, but voices come from inside, do you enter?

voices sounds from a hut, lights still on despite the moon being high in the sky, and you see the outline of three people, talking inside. you hover outside, not sure whether to enter or not. on one hand, Alby wanted you to bring Thomas to him, but you didn’t fancy interrupting this conversation. taking a deep breath, you bounce on the balls of your feet and push open the door.

the three boys inside turn to look at you, the blond one doing a double take. you recognise Thomas of course, and that one must be Minho, the keeper of the runners. the blond boy, who was now staring, almost transfixed, at you, you had seen around the glade, yet never talked to. you rack your brains, trying to remember his name. it begun with N, you know that much.

“yeah, y/n”, Thomas leans back in his chair, looking round at you. “Alby wants you.” you are finding the boy’s staring to be quite distracting, it looks as though he had been hit on the back of the head. Thomas gets to his feet, sighing quietly, “I’ll see you two tomorrow.” Minho nods, with dire warnings of feeding him to the grievers if he dared oversleep. he looks over at the other boy, and Minho snaps his fingers in front of his face.

“huh?” he shakes his head a little, not taking his eyes off you.

“Thomas is going now.” Minho is looking from you to the boy. then a grin spreads across his face. he says in a singsong voice, “looks like Newt has a crush.” that was it, Newt.

Newt’s face was turning red and he finally wrenched his eyes from you to look at Minho. “shut up” he muttered, though ruining the effect by the corners of his lips tilting upwards involuntarily.

you feel your own cheeks go red. Minho is grinning even more widely. “You know what, why don’t I take Thomas to Alby.”

“Minho I’m not a child-“

Minho cuts him off with a jerk of his head to you and Newt. understanding crosses his face and he grins too, “yeah good idea.”and with that, they were out the door, laughing at their own genius.

you and the boy sit in silence, looking at your own hands. “so”, you start awkwardly. he looks up at you, “so?”

“god this is awkward.” he smiles,

“when a get my hands on Minho.” he hits his own hand with his fist and you grin.

you’re surprised how easy it is to talk to Newt. as former runner himself, until an injury he would not tell anyone the cause of, forced him leave, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he felt resentment towards you and the other runners.

however his kind, gentle personality would make it seem almost impossible for him to feel anything like that. after a while, you stop talking and just stare at each other, each thinking their own thoughts. thinking. thinking.

a rap on the door brings you to your senses, you jump to your feet as Thomas and Minho come into the room, looking between the two of you. “So, how did you two get on”, Minho said in an innocent voice.

Newt narrowed his eyes, smiling, and put one foot backwards, leaning forwards, “I’ll give you a five second head start”

Minho laughs and sprints out the door, Newt limping close behind him.

you lean on the doorframe watching the two boys, smiling to yourself. yep, you had never been so sure of anything before. that boy was the one for you.

(Happy weekend y’all)

I love you too

I love you too (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 724 words

Warnings: cuddling, arguing, mention of Newt’s incident

Summary: when you decide to become a runner, Newt is less than happy.

(Hi, just wanna say, I’m currently working on a big fanfic, so keep an eye out for that)

(Also I’m posting two fanfics today because it’s the start of the summer holiday for me, so, 😁)

you pound on the door, Thomas standing at you shoulder watching you. “Newt, I know you’re in there, come out.” you can hear him moving around on the other side of the door, but it does not open.

looking over to Thomas, you see him chewing his lip, looking anxiously and sympathetically at the door. you continued to hit the door with your now aching fists, shouting his name.

eventually the lock clicks and the door creaks open a little, with Newt’s face, half hidden in shadow, looking out of it.

you open your mouth, but he holds up his hand. “Listen, I know you want to be a runner, but,” he breathes deeply, “y/n, I know what’s in that maze, it’s more dangerous than you could ever imagine”

he cuts you off as you open your mouth again to retort, “yes, I know, your not stupid, but I know you, if someone else was dying, you would run to try and save them, wouldn’t you”

you don’t answer him, the truth was you would, it often was the only reason he was furious with you. running in to try and save him from anything and usually getting hurt yourself.

“y/n, you need to listen to me, if you’re going to do this, I want you to know something.” he looks at you in the eyes, seriousness glistening in his own. “y/n, if someone gets caught by a griever and you have the opportunity, you can’t save them.”

“that stupid, we have the cure, why not save them”

“If a griever catches you, you’re dead, no matter whether you’re a greenie or someone like Minho, you’re dead.”

he looks grimly at Thomas and you look at him too. he’s looking grave, and you can see what he’s saying is true.

“Newt” Thomas speaks for the first time, “y/n can take care of herself, and if not, I’ll take care of her”

Newt flares up instantly, “don’t Thomas, you won’t always be able to. you know how it works, only when your a greenie do you move in a group, rest of the time your alone. what do you think she’ll do if she sees someone caught by a griever. huh? go on say it.”

Thomas doesn’t answer or look at his friend.

“That’s what I thought”

Newt looks back over to you, “it’s not that I don’t trust you y/n,” he puts a hand of your shoulder but you push him away.

“It’s pretty obvious that you don’t trust me.”

hurt and frustration flashes in his dark eyes and he says in a loud voice, “I’m scared y/n, what do you think I’d do if you died. what do you think I’d do without you”

you know exactly what he was getting at, and shut your mouth tightly, blinking rather rapidly.

he opens the door more and holds his arms open, with you walking into them. he pulls you into him and lets you bury your head in his chest. “hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m just worried about you” he breathes into your ear, stroking you hair.

you hug him tightly, “I’m glad you care about me, but I can do it, Thomas’ll look after me”

Thomas laughs, “if I don’t I’ll get snapped in half by yours truly.” you laugh, a little shakily, still wrapped in Newt’s arms.

“hey, do you want to stay with me tonight.” you nod and Thomas quickly leaves after a good night, as Newt carries you, bridal style, into the room, closing the door with his foot.

he lowers you slowly onto his hammock and climbs in beside you once he’s sure you’re comfortable. after a few minutes of laying in silence, Newt says in an anxious voice, “are you alright y/n, are you still upset”

“I’m alright”, you turn over to face him, and see his eyes streaked with worry. he reaches for your hand, “good, look I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it was tactless.”

“no, no, no” you cup his cheek in your hand, “it was honest, it might be sad, but it was the truth, and the truth can be sad.”

he strokes your hand with his thumb and looks at you silently, after a moment he whispers, “I love you y/n.”

you smile, “I love you too.”