Kitten In The Glade - Newt (Maze Runner)

Kitten in the glade - Newt (Maze Runner)

Requested by Anonymous: ‘Could you possibly do a Maze Runner imagine where the reader finds a kitten in the Supply Box, but they want to hide it just in case the others don't like the cat and so Newt helps them? I also hope you're having a lovely day!’

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*Your POV*

Every week the gladers get supplies from the box. These supplies are taken by whoever needs them, and the box goes back down. However, one week, the box came up with a surprise for whoever found it. It just so happened that the one to be getting everything out of the box that week was Y/N.

As she passed the week’s supplies up to Newt, she heard a faint noise coming from behind a crate in the corner. Frowning slightly, she walked slowly towards the source of the noise. She gently pulled the crate out of the way, and looked into the corner. At first, the darkness made it hard to see what was in the corner, but when her eyes adjusted to the light (or lack thereof), her mouth dropped open slightly.

Curled up in a ball in the corner of the box was a small kitten with black and white fur. Uncurling itself slightly, it let out a gentle meow and stared at Y/N with big brown eyes, instantly melting Y/N’s heart.

“Hey little guy,” Y/N said softly, crouching down in front of it, “what are you doing in here?” The kitten looked up at her with what looked like sadness and confusion in its eyes and uncurled itself completely.

Reaching forwards, Y/N gently picked up the kitten and brought it closer to her. The kitten nuzzled into her hands, purring quietly. In doing this, the kitten had solidified its place in Y/N’s heart.

Y/N looked down at the little cat in adoration, which was soon replaced by concern. What would happen to this tiny cat if she let it loose in the glade? Would the other gladers like it? If she left it in the box, would the box go back down with the cat in it?

“Hey, Y/N!” Newt called down to her, interrupting her train of thoughts, “What are you still doing down there? Everything has already been taken out. You know the box won’t go back down with you in it.”

“Newt? Can you come down here for a minute?” Y/N asked, hoping her could help her decide what she should do with the kitten. She felt the box shake slightly as Newt jumped down into it.

“What’s going on?” He asked as he walked over to where she was still crouching with the kitten. He leaned over her shoulder to look at what she was holding.

“Where the bloody hell did you get the cat from, Y/N?” He asked in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“It came up in the box. It was hidden behind a crate.” She explained, gently stroking the kitten that had fallen asleep in her arms.

“Well, are you gonna take it into the glade, or are you planning on leaving it here forever?”

“That’s the problem.” Y/N said. “What if the others don’t like it? What if something bad happens to it?”

Newt frowned slightly, thinking about what she said. After a few moments, he spoke up.

“We could hide it from the others.” He suggested, earning a startled look from Y/N.

“How are we going to be able to do that?”

“You could keep it in your room, and we can take it in turns to feed it, so no one gets suspicious of one of us.” He explained.

Y/N thought about it and a smile spread across her face.

“That could work. Thanks Newt!”

“No problem love. Does it have a name?” Y/N shook her head, thinking of possible names for the kitten. Suddenly, a name popped up in her head, making her smile again.

“Lets call him Isaac.” She said, happy with her choice of name.

Newt smiled. “Well then Isaac.” he said, “Welcome to the glade.”

Flower crowns

Your job in the glade is helping Frypan with the cooking, meaning that you find yourself with a lot of free time during the day.

Today, you find yourself with 2 hours before your next job. Wandering around the glade, you stumble upon a large patch of flowers. An idea springs into your mind. You sit down, smiling to yourself and start picking flowers and threading the stems together.

After making 3 flower crowns, you realise that if you’re going to make flower crowns for all the gladers, you will need a basket. Running into the Homestead, you find a basket with assorted objects in it. You tip the contents of the basket onto the floor and run back to the flower patch.

An hour and a half later, you finish your last flower crown and put it on your head. Brushing yourself down, you stand up and skip towards the kitchen with the basket on your arm.

Making your way towards the sink, you pick one of the flower crowns out of your basket and put it on Frypan’s head. He turns around and looks at you, confused.

“What did you just put on my head?” He asks. You smile and giggle slightly.

“It’s a flower crown Fry. I’ve made one for everyone!” He shakes his head and smiles.

After you finish cooking, the gladers all line up, waiting to get their food. As Frypan gives them their food, you put a flower crown on their head, recieving a few strange looks. You keep doing this until all of the gladers are wearing flower crowns.

You go and sit down at a table with Newt, Chuck and Winston after putting the serving equipment back in the kitchen.

“Nice to know that you spend your free time usefully, Y/N.” Newt says, nodding at the flower crowns and smiling.

“I would like to say that I do spend my time well Newt.” You reply, smiling and you start eating your food.

A few hours later, you go over to the maze doors with your last 2 flower crowns. One for Minho and one for Thomas.When they come jogging into the glade, you walk up behind them and place the flower crowns on their heads.

“How do I look Thomas? Am I beautiful now?” Minho jokes, pretending to flick his hair over his shoulder. Thomas stares at him in surprise and you burst out laughing.

“I think you look fabulous Minho.” You reply, seeing as Thomas is still staring at Minho like he has three heads. You decide that now would be a good time to leave and head back towards the Homestead. You get inside, but not before hearing one last remark from Minho.

“You see Thomas? Y/N knows how to treat a guy!”

Who are you calling greenie?

The bonfire was in full swing, with Gally and the other builders wrestling near the fire and most of the other gladers drinking Gally’s special brew. You were sitting on a log with your friends Newt and Minho when a wave of fatigue swept over you. You slowly stood up, your eyelids growing heavy.

“I’m gonna call it a night now guys. See you tomorrow.” You said sleepily, before wondering off towards where you slept. On your way past the deadheads, you heard a rustling noise. Assuming it was just the wind, you ignored it and continued your journey. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure slowly walking towards you.

Becoming slightly alarmed, you sped up to a gentle jog, your eyes flicking back over your shoulder towards the figure. When you did so, the figure also sped up, reducing the gap separating you. Breaking into a run, you tried to escape, but your legs were refusing to go any faster. The figure soon caught up and you felt hands come across your mouth.

You tried to struggle, but it was no use. The figure kept a tight grip on your arm and you felt a sharp prick in your arm. Your eyesight went blurry, and it was only a matter of seconds before your eyes closed and your body went limp as you drifted out of consciousness.

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Your eyes slowly opened as you gradually woke up. Your mind was slightly foggy and you sat up, causing yourself to get a head rush and you put your head in your hands to steady yourself.

“Ah, you’re finally awake.” A voice from next to you says. You look over to see a blond woman with her hair pulled back in a bun with a white jacket and a clipboard.

“Where am I? What happened to me?” You asked, looking around in confusion.

“You’re in the WICKED laboratory. Your ‘kidnapping’ was a test variable on the subjects. We needed to see how they responded to confusion and fear.” She explained. You nodded slowly, taking the information in.

“So you took me to see how everyone else would react?” You asked, making sure you understood properly.

“Exactly. Now that we have the results, you will be sent back to the Maze.”

“Right… Just one question.” You said, lying back down. She gestured for you to ask.

“How are they?”

She smiled before picking up a needle and filling it with something. She looked down at you and put the needle into your arm. Just before injecting you, she said one simple, yet powerful word.

“Terrified.”

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You sat up, gasping. You felt the ground moving and you looked around in confusion. The memories of what happened in the lab came back to you and you groaned to yourself.

“They just had to send me back up in the shucking box.” You muttered. You sat down on the floor and waited to get to the top.

When it finally stopped, you looked up and saw the top being pulled open.

“Why the shuck are we getting another greenie so soon?” You heard Minho’s voice ask.

“Oi! Who are you calling greenie, ya shank?” You yell up.

“Y/N?!” This time multiple voices called out and within a few seconds, Minho had jumped down into the box, along with Newt.

“Hey shanks. Did you miss me?”

Instead of getting a response, you get pulled into a group hug.

“Don’t you ever scare us like that again, you got that?” Newt mutters.

“Whatever you say.” You reply and smile. You were back with your friends. Your brothers. 

You were home.

Almost died of worrying

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*Your POV* 

After getting an almost unintelligible phone call from your heart-broken best friend, you found yourself walking to her house with a bag of sweets, films, chocolate, blankets, ice cream and other junk food. 

When you arrived, you reached under the doormat and picked up the spare key. Unlocking the door, you stepped inside. 

“(Y/B/F/N)?” You called out. You hear a muffled noise coming from upstairs. Bringing your bag with you, you make your way up to your friend’s room. You push the door open and find her lying face-down on her bed. You drop you bag to the floor and sit down on the bed next to her. When you do this, she sits up and you see the makeup running down her face. 

You pulled her in for a hug, rubbing her back and quietly muttering words of comfort. After a few minutes of doing this, you pulled back and reach into your bag, pulling out her favourite film and a tub of ice cream. She smiled weakly at you and lay down on the bed as you put in the DVD. 

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*3rd person POV* 

After recent threats from various assassins regarding the Dead Pool, the pack were on high alert. Any time anyone went anywhere, at least one other member of the pack went with them and the other members of the pack knew about it, in case they were missing. 

So, when Y/N hadn’t turned up at the pack meeting, after half an hour the pack were immediately assuming the worst and panicking.

“Why isn’t she answering her phone?” Stiles asked, biting his nails as Scott tried again in vain to get in contact with her.

“It’s ok guys, she’s probably just busy, that’s all.” Lydia suggested, trying to reassure herself more than anyone else.

After 5 more minutes of waiting, Stiles stood up and went over to the door and flung it open, receiving a few startled and questioning looks from the rest of the pack.

“I’m gonna go and see it she’s at home.” Stiles explained, as if he was talking to babies. Scott stood up and joined him, and together they quickly made their way to Y/N’s house.

After knocking repeatedly on the door, they were greeted by Y/N’s slightly disgruntled mother.

“Hello boys,” she said, “can I help?”

“We were just wondering if Y/N’s home.” Scott asked, flashing a smile.

“No, she left about half an hour ago. She ran out, saying it was very important and she would see me later. Sorry boys.” Your mum replied, causing Scott and Stiles’ faces to drop.

Scott forced a smile. “That’s fine, thank you.” The door shut and the boys looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces. When they got back to the others, they shook their heads. This made their nervousness increase, an atmosphere of sadness and worry creating a sad silence.

One by one, the pack slowly fell asleep, fear of what could have happened to Y/N present on all of their minds.

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*Your POV*

You looked over at your friend, to find her asleep on her bed. You smiled gently, slowly gathering your belongings and quietly exiting the room, shutting the door behind you. You let yourself out of the front door, and started walking home. As you walked past Scott’s house, you realised that there had been a pack meeting that you had missed that afternoon. You looked through the window and saw the pack all asleep in various places in the living room.

You decided to let them know you were ok, so you went up to the door and rung the doorbell. After a few moments, it opened to reveal a sleepy Scott rubbing his eyes. When he moved his hands away and looked at you, a mixture of surprise and happiness appeared on his face, as he pulled you in for a hug, catching you off guard. When he finally let go of you, he looked at your bag with a questioning look.

“Where were you Y/N? We were so worried!”

“I was looking after Y/BFF/N, she just went through a really bad breakup and needed help.” You explained. A look of relief spread across his face.

“We all thought something bad had happened to you. You weren’t picking up your phone.”

“I dropped it in a puddle a few days ago and it short-circuited or something, so my mum took it to be repaired today. Anyway, I’m fine, so it’s all ok.” You smiled. Scott let out a gentle sigh and nodding his head.

“Let’s wake the others, they’re all still here.” A mischievous smile spread across your face.

“Scott? Do you still have that air horn from April Fools?”

“Yeah, why?” He asked, looking confused.

“I think these guys need a little ‘help’ getting up.” Scott laughed slightly.

“You never change.” He muttered, running up to his room and grabbing the air horn, returning moments later, holding the horn out to you. You put your bag down gently and tiptoed into the living room. You held out the air horn with one hand, covering your closest ear with the other, before squeezing it, causing a loud screeching noise to erupt from it, jolting everyone awake.

“JESUS!” Stiles exclaimed, shooting up from the seat.

You laughed. “Nope, just me!” Hearing your voice demolished any remaining sleepiness as a happy and relieved look crossed everyone’s faces. Well, almost everyone’s face. Stiles was the exception, a glare appearing on his face as he picked up the closest thing to him, which happened to be the TV remote, and threw it at you. You ducked right before it would have hit you and turned to Stiles in shock.

“What the hell Stiles?!”

“Do you have any idea the amount of stress you caused young lady?” Stiles sassed with a hand on his hip. “I almost died from worrying!” You, along with the rest of the pack started at him in amusement.

“I don’t think you can actually die from worrying, but whatever you say Stiles.” You laughed.

“I’m very good at doing things that other people can’t. It’s a talent.” Stiles joked, a smile on his face.

“That’s true. Well, I’m gonna head home now so that I can get some sleep before the chemistry test tomorrow.” You announced, heading towards the door.

“Wait, we have a chemistry test tomorrow?” Stiles asked in horror. You laughed and went towards the door.

“See you tomorrow!” You said and left. As you went past, you looked through the window to see Stiles banging his head on the wall and the others laughing at him.

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