Thomas Sangster/ Newt Imagines

#8 | Newt comforting you before you + gladers have to go into the scorch

A/N: This takes place the night and morning of the gladers going through the flat trans and into the scorch so yea☺If you want to use my Fanfic in any way or repost it anywhere please ask me for permission. Also please do not tweak my fanficton or claim it as your own. Thank yoouuu

All the gladers in the dorm were fast asleep. You don't know how any of them are getting rest because your too worried about tomorrow. Tomorrow, you and everyone else will have to go through the flat trans and into the scorch. Like everybody else, you didn't want to leave this place of almost safe haven.

You and Newt shared a bed like you had done since you'd all arrived. You both lay on your side with his arms locked around you and his head nuzzled near your collar bone. Every one of his warm breathes you could feel tickling the back of your neck. But you noticed Newt didn't seem to be getting any sleep either.

"you awake, love?" Newt whispered warmly in your ear.

"yeah, can't sleep" you whisper back

"Don't worry about tomorrow (Y/N) I'll be with you the whole time" He mutters softly and you nod in response.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Newt emerge from beside you and lean over you. He plants a small kiss on your forehead and re-attaches his chest to your back and one of his hands finds its way to yours. He squeezes your hand tightly and you eventually drift off to sleep.

- THE NEXT MORNING -

Today was the day you and the Glader's leave for the scorch. Newt wakes you up and tells you need to eat and shower before you leave because no one knows how long we will be in the scorch. You follow the big crowd of gladers to the shower and changing room. Luckily, they were all cubical showers so at least you'd get some privacy.

You shut the cubical door behind you and begin fiddling with the tap until the shower hits a warm temperature. You wash your hair and just as you are washing out the bubbles you notice the cubical door slightly crack open.

"Love, you in there?" Newt he says in an sing song voice.

"Newt!" you scream in horror and reach for the towel on the rack covering yourself. You cant see the figure behind the door but you recognised the voice.

Newt laughs under his breathe and pulls the door open revealing him in his black jeans and his creme hoodie. He shuts the door behind him without breaking eye contact with you and slowly edges towards you smirking.

"Love.. you do realise I've seen you naked before.." he smirks

"Well by accident.." he adds on in realisation still smirking.

"I know.. but im trying to get rea-" you complain gripping your towel on your body tightly.

But he edges even closer to you already knowing that he has you wrapped round his finger. He gets closer to until you practically share the same air and pulls his hoodie off over his head and kicks it across the floor. He stares intensely at your lips and you already know his motive.

Instantly he hoists you up forcing your legs to wrap around his waist. You cling your hands onto his neck as he backs you up pressing you against the cubical walls under the shower drenching you both. His mouth kept locked onto your steadily. Somehow, your towel managed to keep wrapped around you the whole time.

His lips craved you further as your hands ruffled his wet caramel hair. Your hands move from his hair to his shoulders and back letting his lips do most of the work. Minho and Thomas must of noticed Newt walk into your shower cubical because they are now both peaking over the door watching in a mid laughing fit.

"They can see us" you say into the kiss but Newt carries on planting kisses all over your mouth and neck. Minho and Thomas soon disappear from the door to probably joke and spread the word about you two to the other gladers but you and him were past the point of caring.

"Don't worry they're just bloody jealous" Newt assures you sounding too occupied to care

Soon you and him grow out of breathe but Newt would not stop. His kisses only got shorter and quicker and you try and saviour this moment. Trying to memorise and process every feeling you can pluck out of yourself whilst he carries you. You never wanted this moment to end.