The Maze Runner: Newt Imagines

Anxiety

You stumble into your shared room, closing the door behind you, and sliding your back down the long piece of wood. You hide your face on your hands, breathing in deeply, trying to calm down.

"Love are you ok," someone with a British accent asks in a worried tone. You hadn't realized Newt was in there.

"Sorry I didn't know you were back yet," you say, looking up at him with an apologetic look.

"It's already 10," he says with a nervous laugh, getting up out of the bed, and walking over to you. You look down at your watch, and realize he's right. He normally got back to your room around 9 o'clock, and you were usually there an hour before him. Knowing you were two hours late getting back to your room ticked you off even more.

"Uuuugh," you groan as he sits down next to you. You grab your bruised arm, peeling your sleeve back to see the large patch of blackened skin.

"What the bloody hell happened," he exclaims, grabbing your arm and pulling it towards him. He gently runs the pads of his thumbs over the dark bruise the size of your palm, inspecting it.

"The greenie was being stupid with one of the shovels, so I went over to get it from him, and he swung it and it hit my arm. It's not as bad as it looks. I got it checked out by Clint and Jeff, and they said it will heal soon," you say, hoping your tone was believable while you lean your head back against the door, closing your eyes.

"Good story. Now tell me what really happened," Newt says, turning his head to look at you.

You sigh. "Had to break up a fight between Hunter and Jack. They wouldn't listen, so I had to shove Jack away, but he swung his fist, and I had to block it with my arm," you say in a tired tone.

"And you haven't been to the medjacks, so let's go now," he states in a matter-of-fact tone, standing up, and trying to pull you up with him, but you stay on the floor.

"Newt please not right now," you beg, exhausted from your day. You look up at him through half lidded eyes, and his face shows a sad expression. He sighs, and sits back down on the ground next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

"Ok," he whispers to you, running his hand that's wrapped around your shoulders up and down your arm. You sigh, curling into his side, leaning against him. You ended up falling asleep within minutes.

Time Skip
(A week later)

You walk into your shared room, two hours late for the seventh day in a row. You have dark bags under your eyes, and you can barely stand up. Newt watches you walk in with his arms crossed, and a serious expression on his face.

"(Y/n) where the bloody-" you cut him off.

"Newt please just don't. I-I don't want to get into an argument with you," you stutter out, trying to not have another anxiety attack. You had been having them all week, but you either went to the deadheads, or you went behind the homestead so no one would see you.

"No (Y/n). I don't bloody care if I have to lock us in this room, but your going to tell me what's going on. I can't do anything to help if I don't know what's wrong," he tells you in a loud voice, walking up to you.

"Newt it's nothing. I'm just tired," you tell him, not feeling tired anymore. You could feel your anxiety building up, and you really didn't want Newt to see. He doesn't say anything as he walks up to you. He backs you up against the dresser, leaning on his hands on either side of your waist.

Now your starting to get angry, only adding to your anxiety. "Ok you know what. I think I'm just gonna sleep in my old room tonight," you state in an angry voice, trying to duck under Newts arm and walk to the door.

Newt just grabs your wrists, pinning them to the dresser by your waist. You jerk your arms, trying to get out of his grip, but you were to physically exhausted, and he was to strong.

"Newt let me go," you tell him, anger laced in your voice. He just keeps looking down at you, you not looking into his eyes, cause you know you'll break down if you do. You had always tried to not talk about how bad your day was, or if you were upset. Newt was the second-in-Command, so however bad your day was, his was probably three times worse. He didn't need to have to deal with an anxiety crazy teen girl. "Newt let me go," you beg this time, panic in your voice.

His face seems to soften a little bit. His grip on your wrists loosens, so you take your chance to get away from him. You jerk your arms as hard as you can, and duck under Newts arm. You run to the door, and sprint out of it, running down the hall to your room. You slam the door behind you, and start pacing around the room, breathing hard, and tugging at your hair. If you pulled your hands away from your hair, they wouldn't stop shaking, so you just kept pulling your hair. Eventually you stop pacing, and just go to sit against the wall.

Your still breathing hard, and your hands are shaking frantically, but it only adds to the anxiety when Newt steps into your room. You look up at him from the corner of your room. Your knees are curled to your chest, your hands are wrapped around the back of your neck with your elbows on your knees, and your rocking back and forth.

"Newt go away," you snap at him, but it comes out quiet and panicked. He doesn't say anything. For a minute you start to think he left, when you hear the floor boards creaking. You don't have to look up to know he's walking over to you. You feel him sit down next to you, but he doesn't wrap an arm around you, or say anything. "Newt please, please go away," you beg, crossing your arms over your knees and clenching your shaking hands when you lay your head down on your arms.

Newt sighs. "Do you remember that night when I had the council meeting about how long Michael would be stuck in the slammer for?" He asks. You don't say anything. "Remember how when I got back and I could barely breathe, you asked me what was wrong," he continues. Your eyes peak out of your arms to look at him. "I just told you it was because of nerves, and that I was mad at Alby. What I didn't tell you was that it was actually because of my anxiety," you had turned your head back into your arms, so you bring it fully out of your arms to look at him. "Ya I know right. Second-in-Command has anxiety. Pathetic. There was only ever one thing that helped me anytime I was about to freak out."

"What was-" your cut off by his lips on yours. At first you don't kiss back, to scared that you'll wake up, and this will be a dream. Eventually your lips start moving in sync with his. Your hands go up to his hair, running your fingers through the soft strands. Your already feeling the anxiety melting away.

Your body is practically limp on the floor when Newt pulls his lips away from you, and scoops you up into his arms. Your head limply leans on his chest while he walks you back to what your assuming your shared room. You feel him set you down on the bed, you laying down when you feel him crawl on top of you.

His kisses this time are completely different from what they were in your room. He kissed you hard and rough in your room. Now his kisses are gently and soft, not that your complaining. Your lips are moving in sync with his, completely forgetting about your anxiety a few minutes ago.

You don't know how long you and Newt stayed up kissing, but eventually you needed to get some sleep. You and Newt crawled up to your pillows, and you laid down facing him. He wraps his arms around your waist, and pulls you into his chest. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, curling your knees up, and moving your arms so they are in between your chests. You sigh feeling content in the moment, breathing in his scent. He holds you to him, one arm around your waist, and the other at the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair.

From that point on, if you were ever stressed, or your anxiety was building up, you would find Newt, and he could make it all go away. And maybe there were even a few times that you weren't actually freaking out, and you just wanted to feel his lips on yours, so you would still go to him. It was good to know you had the best boyfriend in the world.

Hey guys! Sorry this is so bad. Again, I thought it could be cute, but I went and shucked it up. Please comment what you think, and send requests!
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