TMR Oneshots (Newt x Reader)

Traitor

** This one is based on another song: Romantic Homocide by d4vd. It doesn't have any Newt in it (sorry). It is more about Y/n and Minho getting captured and seeing Teresa for the first time since she betrayed the Gladers. **

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I heard a groan from nearby, pulling me from my zoned-out state.

I turned and saw Minho was finally waking up. He had been out for several hours and I had just been sitting here, waiting for him to come back to the land of the living. I couldn't help him at all because I was tied up, but I managed to scoot across the floor two hours ago without anyone stopping me. There were other kids all around, half of them still out. Nobody was saying anything but many of them were crying silently.

My leg was resting against his and we both had our backs against the wall of the berg. I had stopped crying ages ago, letting all of my grief be replaced with anger - with rage.

"Ugh . . ." Minho's weak, pained groan came out again. I watched as he slowly lifted his head, which must've been sore from hanging loosely while he was unconscious. Minho's dark eyes finally opened as he began taking in his surroundings. He immediately began pulling at his restraints, earning the attention of one of the nearby guards.

"No, Minho, stop," I urged under my breath, pressing my leg into his harshly. He followed my eyes with a frown, calming down a little. He yanked at his hands a little bit more. "Minho, stop - it's no use."

He seemed shocked, stopping his actions immediately and turning to me with a concerned face. I knew why - I was always the optimistic one. If anyone was determined to keep fighting, it was normally Thomas and I.

But he hadn't seen what had happened to the others that fought their restraints after waking up. Let's just say . . . not everyone that was unconscious at that point had been unconscious the whole time. Some of them had blood dripping down their foreheads from where the guards had hit them with the butts of their guns. Minho seemed to somewhat catch on as I motioned my head to the guy across from us, who was lying on the floor uncomfortably with a small gash on his forehead.

"They don't like it when we pull at them," I explained lowly.

Minho was practically seething. I could tell he wanted to scream and shout and fight. I could feel how tense he was next to me as he still pulled at the restraints the faintest bit. The guard stood off of the wall and I knew he was getting ready to come over here.

"Please, stop Minho. Please don't make them come over here," I begged in a hushed voice. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes. "Please don't leave me here alone."

He completely stopped moving, looking down at me with a conflicted expression. I silently begged him not to give them a reason to hurt him. He sighed harshly, sitting against the wall with a frown. He had stopped pulling at his restraints. The guard continued coming over, anyways. I leaned into Minho with glossy eyes as the guard came to a stop just in front of us with an unamused frown.

"We got a problem here?" He demanded, his voice laced with authority. Minho turned his head to me before looking up at the man. His jaw was tense as he forced out a reply.

"No," he said as calmly as he could manage. It was so obviously strained. The guard gave us a warning glare before turning and going back to where he was across the small compartment. I rested my head on Minho's shoulder and sighed in relief. We were both silent, listening to the hum of the berg as we continued flying over the sand. "You look exhausted."

I almost rolled my eyes at his comment. Obviously I was exhausted - who wasn't?

However, I could tell by his voice that it was meant in a gentle way.

"You should get some sleep," he said, leaning his head on mine.

"So should you."

"Only if you do," he compromised. I sighed, allowing my tired eyes to finally slip closed as we leaned against each other.

All I heard was a gentle hum of agreement before I fell asleep.

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SIX AND A HALF MONTHS LATER

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The door of the room slid open with a small 'whoosh.' I didn't look up to see who it was - I already knew.

"Y/n . . ?" 

It was Teresa. I ignored her and continued to stare at the table. She had never even apologized for what she had done to us . . .

"Listen, I . . ." Teresa trailed off. She sat down across from me before continuing. "I just wanted you to know that . . . what we're doing? It's working. All of the tests, the trials . . . I was finally able to help this little girl today. I think she's actually gonna be okay."

I still didn't stay anything.

"And it's because of you - you're helping them."

"Bullshit," I muttered. 

The 'tests?' The 'trials?' It's torture. They're flat out torturing us. Teresa was silent. I finally raised my face and met her eyes.

"I understand that it isn't exactly optimal -"

"NO! I'm scared!" I shouted, cutting her off angrily. I was pissed off. "It feels like you don't care. What happened to the Teresa we knew, huh?"

"Y/n, you don't understand -"

"Enlighten me then, Teresa! Why am I still here?" I demanded. "You should've just killed me . . ."

"You know, you should think about -"

"Oh! I'm sorry," I spat sarcastically. "I don't mean to be complacent with the decisions you made, but WHY?!"

Teresa didn't say anything. She looked at me with a clenched jaw as I calmed down. I missed the old Teresa - the one who understood that WCKD wasn't as good as they seemed - the one who deeply regretted ever being on their side.

I felt tears pricking at my eyes as I spoke again.

"In the back of my mind . . ." I trailed off softly. "You died. And I didn't even cry . . . not a single tear."

I thought about my friends - were they even coming at this point? I had been waiting for months, telling myself Newt would come help me. 

"And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive," I choked out. 

Teresa was still silent, looking at me with glossy eyes. I looked down at my hands, chained together with metal handcuffs.

"In the back of my mind, I killed you," I started again, clarifying on what I meant. I met her eyes again as I continued. "And I didn't even regret it."

I stopped myself.

"I can't believe I said it . . ."

I wished to know what she was thinking. Did she regret it - even just a little bit? I analyzed her face silently. We used to be decently close - we were the only girls in the maze. I felt the tears pouring down my face as I finished.

"But it's true."

She was crying now. I felt a sob sneaking up my throat as my body began shaking.

"I hate you . . ."

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This one is a lot shorter lol, enjoy guys. Someone please request something haha I'm gonna run out of ideas after the next few chapters.