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.

Uhm

Uhm (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 738 words

Warnings: kissing, mention of illness

Summary: You and Newt are trying to share a private moment but Minho has other plans

you sit in a cot, arms folded, a sheet tucked up to your chin. two boys walk into the door room, one carrying a bowl of soup, the other, swinging a basket of strawberries.

Minho sets the bowl down and jumps onto your bed, about an inch away from crushing your legs. “Minho lay off, she’s supposed to be resting” the other boy looks half amused, half disapproving.

“Like she cares” he laughs, “you look like a monkey y/n” he makes his eyes half lidded, holds his arms out awkwardly from his side and sticks out his bottom lip.

“I’d hit you over the head if I didn’t get banished for it”

he giggles, rocking on your bed and earning another exasperated glance from Newt. “I don’t know how you became a keeper,” he sighs and sets his basket down next to you, sitting on the floor nearby, legs crossed.

“It must be because of my dashing good looks.” he strikes a pose making you burst out laughing. “I can’t wait till’ I can join you all again, it’s dull here.”

“Welp, medjack knows best”

“You think you could do better than them”

“Yeah, maybe I should have been a medjack rather than a runner”

“Now there’s a scary thought,” Newt’s face splits into a grin, “sorry young lad, I know you’re heads hanging off but you better get back to running, no days off”

Minho is giggling so hard, he falls off the bed, curled on the floor, still laughing like a hyena.

you reach over and pop a strawberry in your mouth as Newt helps a still laughing Minho to his feet. “we should probably let you get rest now”

“no, don’t”

“y/n”

“Come on it’s so boring here on my own”

Minho looks at you, “well at least this will be the last time in a while you get a fever”

you scoff, “yeah right, if I don’t get another fever after this one, I’ll tell Newt I love him.”

everyone freezes, taking a moment to understand what you said, while you bury your head in your hands, silently cursing yourself.

soft footsteps approach your bed. “y/n,” Newts voice sounds from above you, “say that again.”

“if I don’t get another fever I’ll tell Newt I love him” you mumble, lifting your hands from your face, and looking up into those dark eyes.

he lets out a small sound, somewhere between a laugh and an ‘oh’. he looks like he might faint or do a backflip, you can’t tell which. either probably wouldn’t be welcome in this small room.

“well, I think you’ll find he likes you too”

“Really”

“Why don’t you ask him”

you smile and he smiles back. you both lean forwards into each other until your lips are brushing. you puts your arms around his neck and you can feel him smile. you close your eyes, lost in a world with just you and Newt.

a loud wolf whistle brings you two to your senses. you both turn to look towards the noise. Minho is leaning in the doorway, a smile on his face, someone standing next to him, holding a handful of daisies in a small fist.

Chuck is looking between you, Newt and Minho, obviously not sure whether he should laugh, or leave the room. “uhm” is all he could manage.

you straighten up and Newt does the same, acting like the young boy hadn’t just waked in to them kissing. “What have got there Chuck?” you try to change the subject.

he holds out his hand and puts the flowers on the table near your bed. “thank you, they’re lovely, uhm,” you grasp around for something else to say, “why don’t you go with Minho, maybe you can show him where you got those flowers.”

Chuck nods to you and looks at Minho. Minho grins at him, but as he turns you could have sworn you heard Minho whisper, “you tell the trackhoes and I’ll take the runners.” the echo of laughter leaves with Minho and you are left with the boy.

“So, do we just pretend that didn’t happen.” you ask slowly.

“I like that idea.” he smiles, but before he approaches you, he shuts the door with his boot. probably for the best as you could already the hear the exclamations as Minho and Chuck regaled the definitely over exaggerated story of what they had just seen.

Run

Run (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 930 words

Warnings: kissing (as usual), injury, blood, (once again struggling with this part)

Summary: you enter the maze to find your friend but you went as alone as you first thought

(Also, tysm to @creativepromptsforwriting, two of your prompts are in this piece, you saved me from my own pitifully few ideas)

it was the evening after he had got lost in the maze. you know, despite what the others said he’s still out there. you know your best friend wouldn’t leave you.

your eyes dart left and right, making sure the coast is clear before sprinting quietly towards one of the giant entrances.

you look back over your shoulder seeing nobody but Newt, sitting in the long grass, looking down at something in his hands that you can’t see.

slipping into the maze, you begin hurrying down a long corridor, you suppose is the best word for it. it had to have been almost 10 minutes when you notice the second pair of footsteps behind you.

you spin around, hair flying. the sandy haired boy, that now you came to think about, probably wasn’t as focused on whatever he was holding as you thought.

“why are you here” you stare accusingly at Newt.

“to stop you doing something stupid, why are you here?”

“you know perfectly well why I’m here”

he sighs, “y/n, he’s gone”

“You don’t know that”

“Nobody survives the night out there”

“Thomas, Minho and Alby did” you persist stubbornly

“That was different”

“Different in what w-“

your cut off before you can say anything more by Newt shushing you, looking around.

“don’t shush me, I know your just trying to get out of the conversation”

“y/n be quiet”

“why, I’m trying to ask you a question and your avoidin-“

Newt slaps a hand over your mouth and pulls you back against a wall, looking around the corner. a clicking sound is drawing nearer, and you look to see a horrible creature, crawling towards you.

this must be the grievers that the runners would often talk about. Newt pulls you around to face him again, the clicking getting ever louder.

“Listen to me” he breathes “you need to use a moment of distraction and run. run as far away as you can and try and find help”

“and what about you?”

“I’m going to be the distraction”

“Newt-“

he cuts you off yet again. “do you want to make it out of this shuck maze alive”. you nod and he gives you a small, gentle push.

he put your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. “don’t die”. red flush creeps along his cheeks as he smiles. “I won’t”

you start sprinting away from Newt and the griever as he turns the corner to face it. you run, trying to remember the steps you took to get where you were.

finally you reach the glade, shouting at the top of your lungs. “HELP!” you scream until figures rush towards you.

“What’s going on” Minho reaches you, looking concerned. you explain to him in one breath about, the maze, the griever, about Newt.

Thomas and Minho listen to you and by the time you finish, are already running towards the maze, you right behind them.

they sprint down pathways, following the loud sounds of clicking. you skid to a halt in the clearing when you see the griever standing over a bloodied Newt, practically dragging his injured leg behind him as he crawls in an attempt to fend off the beast.

Minho looks at you and says as quietly as he can while being heard over the din. “y/n get Newt out of there, me and Thomas will distract it and be right behind you.”

“Go!”. you sprint towards the crouched form of the blonde boy, as Minho and Thomas run around you towards the screeching creature.

you put your hands under his arms and drag him towards a corner.

“Hey y/n,” he looks at you through bleary eyes “don’t worry, I didn’t die”. you laugh quietly, “good, you never will when I’m around”. you bend down and kiss him.

“Umm, I don’t want to break up this sweet moment,” Minho’s voice comes from above you, “but there’s an angry griever making its way towards us right now”

you help Newt to his feet and let him drape an arm around your shoulders, hurrying after the other boys. the clicking gets louder, following you. you keep turning corners. left, right, left again, two rights.

you can tell Newt is doing all he can to make the run easier for you, but between his leg being practically limp and his many other injuries, you are both hobbling.

eventually, your legs slip out from under you and you and Newt fall into the dust. the boys turn around to help you but you don’t let them.

“keep going” Newt urges you “don’t worry about me, get out!”

“Fat chance, I’m not leaving here without you”. You drag him to his feet and continue on running, shouting for Minho and Thomas to do the same.

you reach the glade, and Newt slides from your grip onto the floor. you clutch your chest, panting as the clicking sounds fade slowly.

“We need a medjack” you try to lift Newt again, but stop at once when a small pained sound escapes his mouth.

someone was already running towards you and you recognise Clint. While Minho says in hurried tones about what happened, Thomas helps you lift Newt, and you follow the med jack into their hut.

While Clint rummages around, and Minho and Thomas start walking away, talking intensely, you hold Newt’s hand, stroking the back of it with your thumb.

“y/n”

“yeah”

“you won’t leave me will you? you’ll stay?”

“of course. I’d never leave you”

Newt’s eyelids start to droop, and, with you still holding his hand, falls asleep.

Chuck

Chuck (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 508 words (I’m trying to make these longer)

Warnings: Death, hugging (how preposterous), grieving

Summary: a strange women shows up after Chuck’s death, do you follow her.

it’s all too much, first Alby, now Chuck. Thomas’s screams fill the room, and a few other gladers are crying, all of them pointedly ignoring the strange lady. you look sideways to see Newt staring fixedly at the floor, a hand over his mouth.

you can tell he’s trying so hard to hold it together, he’s the leader now, now that Alby was. well.

your hand gropes until it find his, and you squeeze, with him squeezing back. the screams become a dull ringing in your head.

you tug on Newts hand slightly, pulling him around into a hug.

he presses his head into your neck, seeming to relax where his face was hidden. after a moment, you feel hot tears drip down your shoulder.

you wrap your arms around him, feeling sobs shake his body. he had known Chuck for at least 2 months, and Alby for possibly even more that 2 years. and now they were gone. along with many other gladers that he must know. or have known you suppose.

in that moment, with you standing, arms around Newt, feeling his sobs shaking your intertwined bodies, you felt like you were the only ones in this world.

you feel Newt take a deep breath, and break away from you, helping Minho drag Thomas to his feet and whispering words of comfort in his ear. eventually he stops screaming, tears still sliding down his face.

Minho pats him gently on the back, and looks towards the lady, this being the first time anyone has acknowledged her. she beckons for you all to follow her and Minho shouts for the headers to follow him.

Newt whispers something you don’t hear to him and moves towards the back of the group, where you stand. you don’t speak, you don’t need to, but just grip each others hands as you start to move, making sure everyone has left the room before you leave.

Thomas’s eyes linger on Chuck’s body, and you can tell that he wants to bring the boy with him, but Newts gentle prod in the back, gets him moving forward.

you follow the snaking line of boys down, what seems like one hundred corriders. eventually, you reach the outside world, air hits you face. “our first time outside, since the box”

something is sparking in Newt’s eyes, almost like recognition. you tug on his hand as the crowd starts moving away from you and he snaps out of his daze.

Minho herds the gladers onto the bus after the women. you help Newt up after you and find a seat, near Minho and Thomas who are interrogating the strange women.

you stare out of the window, with Newt still linked to you by the hand. he leans his head gently on your shoulder, closing his eyes. you look at him and brush hair away from his mouth.

you driving away. driving away from the maze. away from the gladers you left behind. away from the dead bodies of your friends. away from Chuck. away from everything.

(Have a good day, take care of ur selves 🤗)

Maze

Maze (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 151 words (yikes it’s tiny)

Warnings: kissing, death, injury, grief

Summary: the battle is over, but the casualties are not

(Lil note, if you haven’t read the book, this isn’t what happens, but this is something I just thought would be fun to write so, here it is)

you grip the knife in your hand, feeling your arms ache, and throb with scratches. people shout and grievers shriek.

out of the corner of your eye, you see Thomas throw a makeshift spear at a griever that had its pinchers gripped on a boy and it screamed, releasing him.

Thomas crouches down and Minho jumps over him, slamming into the griever. but at that exact moment, Teresa and Chuck must have managed to turn off the grievers. the creature shrieks once more and then stills.

Minho straitened up, looking around. blood splashes the walls of the maze and dead grievers and gladers alike lay sprawled on the ground.

Thomas joins Minho, surveying the area, “is it over?”

the remaining gladers are crowding around the pair, some with tears in their eyes and most with cuts and bruises. “I think so, I think it’s finally over”

the boys let out a small cheer and some slap each other on the back. you grin at the faces of the others, sure they had lost many, but it was over, they were safe.

your eyes fall onto Newt and you smile at him. he looks at you meaningfully, and takes a bloodstained hand away from his stomach, looking down at the scarlet blood spreading across his clothes.

“No!” people turn at your shout, and watches you sprint towards Newt. his eyes roll into the back of his head and he slumps to the ground.

you slide towards him on your knees, pulling his head onto your lap. his breathing is raspy and shallow.

“shh, shh, it’s alright, you’re alright, you’re going to be okay”

you look over at the others, “someone do something.” they stare at you, looking scared and helpless. “y/n.” he says quietly, and you look down at him.

“lean down.” you do as he says, not taking your eyes away from his. he pulls you closer to him and kisses you. your tears drip onto his gentle face. “I love you” he whispers in your ear, his breath rustling your hair.

you hug him tightly, “I love you too.”

you lean back to look at his face and his breathing is slowing. “Newt, you’re going to be okay.” he shakes his head and smiles sadly at you. his mouth opens and you put your ear next to it to hear his quiet, rasping voice, “Live for the both of us, okay?”

you nod at him and tears stream down your cheeks. he lets out a soft sigh and his eyes glaze over.

you lean your head on his chest and sob as the others crowd around you, some crying as well.

Minho puts a hand on your shoulder and pulls you up to your feet. “We need to go.” you wipe your nose on a sleeve and reach for Newt.

“y/n, we have to leave him.” you look at him and see sadness in his eyes. you nod, look back down at the boy and plant a kiss on his lips. “I love you”, you whisper in his ear, before following the others.

away from the glade. away from the gladers. away from the maze. away from Newt…

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