Just a bunch of OneShots for the people who are absolutely in love with Newt (Cough cough just like me cough cough)
I do not write smut, so please do not read this book expecting that, or requesting it. Thank you!
I'm adding a second part to the im...
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(You do know it's WICKED, but they put your room specifically on lockdown so you can't escape)
Your sitting on your bottom bunk bed, leaning up against Newt. He's leaning against a pillow propped up between himself and the wall, and your curled into his side, your eyes closed. His arm is wrapped around your waist in a comforting manner, leaning his head on top of yours. You were close to falling asleep, when the door to your room opens, and two guards and Janson walk through.
"I need Newton to follow me please," he states, looking around the room at all of the Gladers, then towards your two bodies curled up against each other.
"Over my dead body," you snap, getting up off the bed, and blocking Newt from Jansons sight.
"That can be arranged," he grins evilly at you. Your hard glare falters for a second when he snaps his fingers. The two guards step in front of him, aiming their guns at you. Your breath hitches, and all of the Gladers jump up from their beds, shouting words of protest. You feel someone grab your hand, and before you can argue, Newt steps in front of you.
"Put the gun down and I'll go with you," he growls darkly, still gripping your hand tightly.
"Newt no," you say in a terrified voice, tugging on his arm.
"Shut up (Y/n)," he snaps at you in a low tone, keeping his glare focused on the guards and Janson.
"You know you should listen to your boyfriend," Janson says, a smile on his lips. "I still wouldn't mind turning you into another one of our lab rats," he smirks evily, and Newt steps further in front of you, using his body as a shield between you and the guards.
"Leave her alone, and I'll go with you," he repeats in a stern tone, still glaring. Janson nods his head at the guards, and they lower their guns, walking over to you and Newt. They each take one of his arms, and Newt is forced to let go of your hand.
You try reaching for him again, but one of the guards shoves you back with his free hand. Just as you try to run at them again, you feel someone gripping you from behind. You turn your head up to see Thomas had wrapped his arms around you. You struggle in his grip, screaming and flailing around.
"Newt," you screech, and you see a terrified look in his eyes through the tiny window of the door as it shuts before he's dragged off to somewhere you can't see. Your still flailing in Thomas's arms, crying because you didn't know what would happen to Newt.
"(Y/n) calm down," he shouts at you, but you don't listen to him. You keep fighting against him to get out of his grip. This goes on for a while before you finally lose all of your energy, and your to tired to keep fighting him. He lets go of you, and you fall onto a nearby bed, continuing to cry into a pillow, hoping you would see Newt again sometime soon.
Newts POV
I see one last glimpse of (Y/n) struggling to get away from Thomas before the door closes and I can't see in through the window. The guards follow behind Janson, dragging me with them, gripping my arms tightly. I'm panting as the force me to move, only occasionally giving my arms a halfhearted jerk to try and escape.
