Newt x Reader
Warnings; Glader slang, slight language, Death Cure spoilers, kind of sad at some parts, fluffy,
(Y/n) P.o.V
Groaning, I throw my bag onto my bed. I've only just got home from working, so I get changed into the comfiest clothes I have. The 'apartment' I'm living is perfect for me, the only problem is sometimes I feel like someone is with me. I know it sounds crazy, it just feels like someone is stood next to me or watching me but I live alone. The weirdest part is that I've become accustom to whatever the presence is, I even talk to it. For now, I've named them 'Spirit' until I want to actually communicate with them, or some freaky deaky shit happens and I can see them.
"Spirit you will not believe the day I've had. Sometimes I wish I could see you, or talk to you. God I just wish I had someone here with me."
Time skip
I wake up to the sound of the radio in the living room. Huh, I could've sworn I turned it off last night. In my half asleep state I get up and wander through my apartment. Walking in, I see someone sat on my couch, staring at the radio. He turns to face me, smiles and looks away again. "Okay, what the fuck are you doing in my house," now the guy turns around again, but now he looks confused.
"Y-you can see me?" He stands up and walks forwards. For someone who's got a stranger in their house at 3am, I'm very calm. Something about him make him seem familiar almost.
"Yes I can. Now what are you doing in my home!" I turn a light on so I can see his face. Oh shit he's pretty. He's also probably going to kill you dumbass. By the way he's standing, and the fact he seems more scared than me, I'm guessing he isn't going to hurt me. He takes a slow step forward and cautiously raises a hand to my arm. It passes through me, what the hell is happening right now! For some reason he almost looks disappointed, but then smiles when he sees me glaring at him.
"I have a ghost in my house," the boy nods.
"I knew something was different about you, I assume you could sense me in a way. You would talk to me all the time you know," only now do I notice that he has a British accent, and that he's probably seen me naked. A nauseous feeling over takes me and I run to the toilet. Ghost boy follows me and attempts to calm me while I retch.
"W-who are you then, I guess you aren't called Spirit?" I lean against the toilet with him stood facing me. I take this time to get a good look at him, and wow. He has golden blonde hair, really nice brown eyes, and just everything about him is so calm and beautiful.
"Right, well Greenie, I'm Newt. I've lived here since it was built." That caught me off guard. That means he was alive when the last city fell. So either he died when they got to the Safe Haven, or they took his body back. The name also rings a bell, the saviours said that one of them died in the city.
"Wait so you helped to save those kids in the Last City? You sacrificed yourself for them," I through myself at him, forgetting that he's a ghost. This time he doesn't pass through me, but it feels like I'm holding warm air. Newt shifts in surprise, as do I. We stand in shock, that I hugged him and that I didn't go through immediately. "Woah, okay. I'm probably just really tired, so none of this is even real. Yeah that's it. Well Newt, it was nice meeting you, but now I'm going back to bed." I run to my room and get under the covers of my bed.
Time Skip
When I woke up, I checked every room and no one was there. I guess it must have been a really realistic dream. The weird part is that I kind of want it to be real, he's a good guy and he deserved a chance at really living. I spent the day thinking about Newt, and how I could get him to visit again if it was real. Laying on my couch I think of all the stories I'd heard about him. My hands move unconsciously, fiddling with my shirt. "Will you stop fidgeting, I'm right here," I jump at the sound of Newt's voice. He stands at the edge of the chair, smiling sadly.
"Why can I see you?"
Time Skip
It's been three months since I met Newt, and everyday we try to figure out either why I can see and hear him. What he doesn't know is that I'm trying to find a way to bring him back alive again. So far I haven't found anything realistic, but at this point I'm willing to try anything. "Hey Jorge! Let's say hypothetically, if ghosts were real, how would you bring them to life again?"
A.n ~ I'm so sorry for the lack of updates recently, I've started school again so I've been more busy and stressed. I'll try to get more updates out soon and if anyone has any requests feel free to comment or message me. Hope you all have a great day :)))
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