Newt Imagines- Newt x the reader

Bloodhouse

Y/n's pov

I notice that Alby isn't coming with me, and am about to shout back at him, when I realise that Newt is talking to him. I stand there staring, wondering what he could be saying. When he catches up with me, we start walking over to the place the gladers call the bloodhouse. I shudder. My first job trial and it's the grossest one. Slaughtering animals. We walk in and the smell makes me gag. I have to focus on not throwing up as Alby explains that Winston is the keeper of the slicers and will be showing me how to do the job. As if on cue, Winston walked over with a spare apron in his hand. He chucks it at me and I throw my hands up to catch it, squealing a little, making them laugh. Thank God the blood on it is dry. He spends the next 10 minutes going over how things work and the different parts of the bloodhouse. I spend the rest of the day with different people working around the place. With Winston supervising me the whole time, it went by smoothly, until I had to actually kill a pig. I started ok, other than really deep breathing and a few tears in my eyes, I was fine. But as soon as I held up the knife it looked me in the eye like it knew what I was about to do, and I didn't have the strength to do it. I dropped the knife, making the pig squeal and tore the apron off me as I ran. Tears were streaming down my face and I could hear people calling out after me, but I didn't stop. I kept running until I got to my bed in the homestead. Once I was there I curled up under the blankets and cried until I fell asleep.

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Newt's pov

I hear Winston yelling and look at the direction he's looking just in time to see Y/n disappear behind the door. I sprint over to Winston "What the bloody shuck happened" I yelled right in his face. "I don't know. She was about to slaughter the pig, then she broke down and ran off" he said, walking over to pick up her discarded apron. Alby walks up to us with a questioning look on his face and Winston quickly fills him in on what happened "Well, you better go talk to your girl. Calm her down, all that klunk, you know?" He said once Winston finishes "Nah, I'll leave her for now. Let her sleep. I'll check on her in the morning. Let's just give her some space." I hated leaving her like this, but I know it's the best thing to do. I go back to the gardens, but my mind keeps drifting back to her, no matter what I do. I still leave her though, using all my willpower to not walk over to the homestead.

Newt's pov

I smell dinner before I get told about it. After a long day in the gardens and all the klunk that happened with Y/n I'm starving and Frypan's cooking hits the spot. It feels so strange not to have Y/n sitting next to me, leaning on me. But I feel comforted by the fact that she is in the homestead, probably sleeping peacefully. Once I finish dinner I walk around the glade looking for something to do. I spot Minho sitting on the grass, stretching his legs out, probably just come back from a day in the maze. I walk over and sit next to him, leaving my stuffed leg sticking out to the side. "Hey man" he says. "Hey" I say and an awkward silence follows. "You're a shuck face you know?" I say only half joking. "Yeah" he says with a smirk. "Seriously though." I say "Newt, man, listen. You need to stop being so protective of Y/n." He says and grimaces at the stretch he's doing. I sigh. "Mate, you know I can't do that. I...I love her." He rolls his eyes. "Of course you do" There's a pause before he adds "I can tell though." I laugh a little at this. Apparently I can't hide my emotions as well as I thought I could. "Well, I've gotta go. I have a day off running tomorrow, so Alby wants me to prepare some sort of debrief for him about the maze and what we know so far." He says scoffing. I laugh. Knowing Minho, that debrief isn't going to happen. But "Night mate" is all I say. He walks off and I stay sitting there for a while, my mind actually blank and at peace. Then it drifts to Y/n and I decide to turn in for the night. Without her around and Minho off doing something, there's nothing for me to do. What did I do before Y/n got here? I think as I get myself ready. I really don't know the answer.