#tbs x reader

The night was thick with fog, your button up boot's heels occasionally wedging in between each stone on the broken pathway. The pearls on your neck collided with each-other where they overlapped, jangling and making you far less silent than you wished. But appearance matters, so you had to keep the necklaces.

Quickly, you came upon the enchanted building, its decorations quite alluring to all of those who couldn't afford them. Each step that led up to the white mansion's porch had layers of delicate swirls encrusted.

The mask you made of wanted posters and the gossip columns of newspapers clung to your face, strapped to you with a thin twine you had prior dyed black. Your ballgown was embellished in all of the ways you could have wanted, making for one of your best disguises yet.

As you stepped into the bustling building, you were met with a waiter already shoving some sort of darling spirit into your hand—a fluorescent shade of yellow coming off of it.

Looking down both hallways beside you that stemmed from the entrance, you noticed a peculiar door. Oddly amounts of sand seeped underneath the crack of the door where it was separated from the floor, golden and alluring as it spilled into the hallway's candle-lit aching light. Archways of polished oak wood crept along the ceiling leading to the ballroom, which dazzled with shining chandeliers, their diamonds made from the hard work of others only there to show how little the visitors had.

Upon the walls were lines of tables, along with chairs, all pressed as close as they could be away from the dance floor. Many women danced along the fine floor, their arms laced and draped within a man's existence as they melted into one another and the music.

"Hello, madam," softly spoke a voice from behind you, making you crane your neck back to see the culprit. The man, as well-dressed as he was, struck you as someone to be weary of… though you couldn't exactly decipher why. Perhaps it was the lack of decor on his mask, or the untucked scarf that swept from under his blue vest. "Would you care to dance?"

Without much thought, you dug into the pocket-bag that had been neatly tied around your waist, searching for your dance-book. Finding it, you handed it to him with a pen. "Sign there, sir," you spoke, to which he lightly chuckled.

"I won't be signing my name at a masquerade ball, and I doubt you will be either." he said, turning the book toward you as he pointed to the pages that hadn't yet been filled with anyone's name. "New book? You don't want anyone to know who you are, do you?" the man spoke slyly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Now," you coughed, "shall we dance, or bicker?"

"Dance," he smirked, his thin, pink lips pulling up.

The two of you danced several dances together, before he tugged himself closer into you upon the song change. "What brings you here?" he whispered into your ear. "I know it's no dance."

Pulling yourself back from him, your lips tugged down into an unamused frown. "Who are you?" you whispered with urgency, your eyebrows kissing underneath your fashionable mask.

His smirk somehow grew, his head tipping down as he leaned into your ear. "The Dodger…"

The arm you had wrapped around his shoulders grabbed the fabric behind his back, pulling you with him as you left the long dance-hall.

In an off-set office out of the way, you interrogated him in the dark green room. Books filing the shelves grabbed all of the sound from outside, leaving it painfully silent where you both stood.

"You're after it too," you pointed out, your hands gripping your waist as disillusionment wandered through you. "Well, you're not getting it, Dodger."

"Who said I wanted it?" he asked, his blonde hair well-kept and completely out of his face. "I have no need for it."

Giving a weak nod, you let out a half-laugh: "If you do not want the ruby, why did you question me?"

"So it's a ruby you're after?"

You felt your heart drop to your stomach and dissolve within the acid. "Shit…" was all you said—all you even could. "No," you hacked out, your neck reeling back a bit.

His hands went to his mask, pulling it from his face.

There, directly in front of you, stood Jack Dawkins: the most pristine surgeon you knew lived within a hundred-mile radius.

"Dawkins…" you muttered. "You're the Dodger?"

Skin creasing under his eyes as he grinned, he gave a short nod. "And you are…?"

"[Surname]," you murmured. "[Name] [Surname]." Your hands swept away your mask too, just to prove it.

Mask dancing in his hands, under his light fingertips, he kept his smile. "I assume you need help with your diamond escapade?"

"Ruby," you quickly corrected. "And, quite frankly, no. But I'll gladly take it." you supposed, shrugging.

Leaning into you, Jack spoke, "This isn't the thing you want, if you want my help."

Unamused, your brows crinkled along with your nose. "Who are you to tell me what I want? What is it that you can have that is… so much better than a prized ruby?"

"Gold," he grinned. "Meet me Monday, at the spring behind the Church."

Thoughtlessly walking away as he guided the mask over his face once more, he left you speechless.

You sat on the sand, the cold air hitting your bare shoulders as you breathe in deeply at the salty air of the ocean in front of you, waves bring the water closer to your feet. It calms you.

you always love those small things. you loved the sun and the stars, amazed at how they can shine on they're own.

you watch the stars and wish that you could also be like those stars, shine on they're own. But you can't, you're different. you're the moon. The moon that shined because of the sun.

The moon that wait days and nights and hours to shine together side by side with the sun but the day never came.

you're the moon, while newt is your sun.

Newt, the boy that made your life thousand times more better with him in it.

you missed the days you and him wouldn't sleep and sneak out quietly and you went to the top floor with him holding hands. watching together how the stars shine the sky so brightly and feeling the night wind blow your hair.

There we're times in glade where Newt would always hold your hand tightly while kiss you on your forehead and lips once in a while and say how much he loves you, grinning so widely to you.

You miss him. You can't deny the fact you miss him. You miss the times you had with him in the glade.

The ocean waves getting closer to your feet and the sound of footsteps reaching closer to you.

"good morning" came from minho as he sat down next to you. you replied with a forced smile, not really feeling like you want to talk.

"hey, you sure you don't want any breakfast? i made pancakes, the same ones you used to made" asked thomas, sitting beside you too, as he looked at you with worry.

The same one i made in the glade for them and newt.

Newt.

"I'm not feeling really hungry", you weren't lying, you hardly eat anything ever since you arrived at the paradise.

Thomas came and sat next to you. "well then, water?"

he handed you a cup of warm water.

"Thanks", you said before taking a gulp.

Minho puts his arm around you, "i know this is hard for you", he started,

"it's hard for all of us, but you need to take care of yourself. you haven't eaten anything since yesterday we arrived, and you're supposed to be resting in your room" He finished, speaking to you softly.

You gave him a small nod, and stared at the cup your holding as the sand warms your feet. "How have you been sleeping lately?" Thomas asked

"I sleep well" you send him a soft smile as he returns the smile and trace smoothing circles on your back.

The three of you watch the ocean for a moment without a word, you look to the sand as you inhaled deeply. Minho's eyes fell on you, and you turned to him with a soft weak smile. "Hey,"

with a small forced chuckle from the black haired boy, he replied "Hey"

"I'm glad you're both okay" you glanced at your feet, "I don't know what i would've done if you guys couldn't make it"

they nodded, looking at you for a while before minho replied; "i didn't expect that i'll made it here too"

thomas chuckle, "everything feels like a dream"

you didn't reply anything and just watch the waves getting closer to your feet. "I'm hungry, i think i'm gonna go get something to eat, see you both later" with that, you walked off

you weren't actually hungry, you felt empty. you just needed a reason to walk away. talking to them remind you so much of Newt and what happened that night.

Newt's hands are cold. His eyes empty. He's gone. tears pouring faster, and you wipe the tears away roughly.

"You can't leave me like this. not now, not later. you promised me you'll never leave me. please, newt. please. answer me."

you sighed.

Slowly, you made your way to get food, dragging your feet behind you. You stared at your surroundings, fiddling the hem of your shirt, trying desperately to not think of Newt but failed miserably. everything feels weird without him. the feeling that something is missing.

But as you looked to your left, there he stood, your eyes widened in surprise and you shake your head.

'stop, he's not here anymore, don't imagine things and pull yourself together y/n. he's gone.' you remind your self, trying so hard to not take a double look to check, but you couldn't hold your self so you looked. this time hoping he'd be there

you saw him.

again.

then the reality comes crashing down as you looked at him.

you froze. you stared at the blonde boy.

Newt.

your eyes locked at the sight your seeing. it's really him.

"Hey what's wrong?" Minho asked looking at you concerned.

You stood there, still frozen.

"Did you change your mind? do you not want to eat pancakes?" Minho asked

You finally found your words, and say what was holding your voice stuck in your throat. "that's... newt?"

his eyes fall to the direction your looking at. it took him a second to process it was really him as you both stood frozen.

Newt. The blonde boy. The love of your life. The one that died that night, is now running fast towards the two of you. He hugged you both tightly.

Thomas stared at him with surprise from afar, dropping his glass of water and run to our direction, hugging newt tightly as the corner of his eyes start to water.

Minho and Thomas asking him many 'how' questions as he replied "I'll answer all of your bloody questions later" his british accent ringing in your ears, making you cry. Is this really newt? but how?

"Newt.." the sound of your voice made him turn to you and smiled lovingly with tears in his eyes.

"Hey gorgeous" He opened his arms to hug you, you jump into his arm immediately feeling his warmth, solid and everything, He held you tightly against his chest.

You buried your head in his neck and your tears wetting your cheeks, tears drenching his shirt. you smiled a little. for the first time your truly smiled after you lost him. you hugged him tighter, still wanting to feel the warmth of his body and his touch as you feel him pressing his lips into your forehead and the smell of his body that you missed so much is enough to make you feel like you're home.

anywhere with him is home.

"Newt.."

"I'm here"

you finally pulled away, to look at him. those dark brown pair of eyes, his caramel colored hair that turned to a vibrant shade of gold when the sun hits his hair. oh how much you missed them.

it feels so unreal seeing him right now in front of you, you don't know if it was real or not.

he smiled at you again. that smile. the one you missed so much.

you hugged him again, this time with your head on his chest, he held your head in one hand and and your back in his other, pulling you closer and putting his head on top of yours gently.

you pulled away again, running your thumbs on his cheek and lips, realizing all the black veins, black eyes and popping veins we're gone. he's back to normal.

Minho spoke up, "But how? you..you we're stabbed and you died,"

"Yeah, we see you died that night in her arms, it doesn't make any sense" Thomas added.

"To be bloody honest, i don't know how myself. but i think y/n's blood touched my wound when we fought that night and it killed the virus and i survived, then i woke up surrounded by people, cured, and they led me here." he finished, looking at them.

"who we're those people?" thomas asked

"who ever those people are, I'm happy to have you back shuck face." minho laughed.

"and i'm happy to be back" newt smiled at us all, before whispering into my ear, "we've got a lot to talk about" he grinned.

Thomas glanced at minho, signalling to him to give you both time to talk. minho nods in response. "You must be hungry newt, let's make more food for them, and give them space to talk alone" Minho whispered the last few words and left with the others leaving you and newt alone.

"We'll meet you there later!" newt called back and turned to you, grinning.

he sit down at the sand, and pat the sand next to him, signalling you to sit next to him, so you did. he looked directly to you, breaking the silence.

"i miss you"

your eyes widened at the sudden confession, your eyes start to heat up and tears start to flood your eyes making your vision blurry.

"sorry, i didn't mean to make you cry" he looks at you softly and wipes your tears gently.

"you don't know how much i miss you and how hard it was losing you" you started. "it felt so weird without you here, it's like something's missing" you gazed at your lap

"i'm sorry for that night, i should've told you and try to work it out together like you said, but it was the best way to protect you" he started

you nodded as you understand the word 'that night' referring to the night you both argued because he hide the fact he was infected and you both broke up because of it.

"that night when i finally turned to a crank, i know i shouldn't have attacked you, but something in me is screaming for your blood, and in the end i hurt you, i'm sorry love." he whispered. your surprised at the last word, he used to call you that before you both broke up.

you forced a chuckle. you definitely missed being called that. you smiled at him "i understand and yes, i forgive you newt. i always will."

he felt his heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name coming out of your mouth.

newt.

his words stuck in his throat as he tried to get him self to continue say the things he was planning to say but he failed miserable, after a second he finally forced out the words.

"and i know we had a bloody argument and we're not together anymore but i still love you y/n. i didn't mean the words i say when i told you i don't love you anymore and i don't need you caring about me, i still love you so freaking much and i really love it when your care for me, so..."

his voice getting quieter as he looks at you nervously, trying to observe your expression as his voice stuck in his throat for the second time. he lowered his head looking down at his lap, trying to find the perfect words to tell to you

'it's now or never'

"listen, the point of what i'm trying to say is, do you think it's too late to continue what we had?" he glanced at you and made eye contact with you

you chuckled at his nervousness. "so you're trying to say that you want to get back with me and continue our relationship?"

"if you still love me, well yeah" you chuckled

"i still love you newt"

"then, it's a yes?" he tilt his head and grinned at you, happy with your answer and now hoping you would agree to his offer

"why would i refuse?" you answered.

"bloody hell, come here" he smiled, he leans up, closer to you and kiss you. you kiss him back.

he hugs your body as your arms snaked its way to his neck and your fingers run to his hair, your fingers tangled in his hair. he pulled your body more closer, colliding yours with his until it you can feel his body warmth.

you both pulled away when minho suddenly yelled "Y/N, FOOD'S READY

you turn to newt. "You ready to meet everyone else?"

he nods. "yeah, let's go"

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you walk in together, and you see the moment everybody's faces turn into shock except for minho and thomas, who was smiling widely at you both. you guessed that both of them haven't told the other's.

gally's eyes fall to yours, as if he's asking confirmations from you. you nod at him and smiled. gall's eyes widened and start to water.

"hey?" newt gives a little wave nervously as he watched the others exchanging glances with each other, and then gally, frypan and the other's moved, leaving the table they're sitting in and charged towards newt with a hug as newt happily hugs all of them tightly and didn't let go until thomas butt's in.

"alright everyone, let's eat as much as we want as a celebration AND STOP THE HUGGING SESSION, newt haven't eaten anything at all today"

they roared with laughter and finally pulled away from the hug.

standing beside you, minho chuckled and whispered, "you're happy aren't you?"

you smiled and nodded at him. "is it that obvious?"

"yes y/n, it's so obvious" you both laughed.