Not Yet - Newt (Maze Runner)

Not yet - Newt (Maze Runner)

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The runners were out on their daily run around the maze, all noting down their pants and any differences, although there never were any changes. All of them were busy, trying to escape, however one of them was trying to escape a different way. A blond boy was slowly climbing the vines up the walls until he reached the top, preparing himself to fall. Just before he pushed off, he muttered one word. As he fell, he kept repeating the word to himself, trying to find comfort in it before the end. A name, the name of the person he wanted to see more than anything in the world, for she was his world. The single word showed the feelings he had kept inside for 6 months, the pain and despair were the most prominent.

The word was Y/N.

***6 months earlier***

Newt was returning from his run in the maze when he heard a scream pierce the air. Instantly recognising the voice, Newt spun around and raced towards the source, adrenaline coursing through his body and fear flowing through his mind. Newt quickly turned a corner and ran straight in to the person he was looking for. He quickly grabbed their hand, pulling them up off the ground and took off running again.

Y/N stumbled behind Newt slightly, the shock of seeing a griever the only thing she could think about. The sound of the griever and Newt calling her name was enough to get her out of that state and into survival mode. She sped up, prompting Newt to do the same as they dashed towards the Glade, the knowledge that once they were inside they would be safe fuelling them.

When they were two corridors away, the unmistakable rumbling sound of the giant stone doors starting to close began, flooding the pair with fear, urging them to go faster. When they rounded the last corner they saw a crowd of boys, encouraging them, their shouts barely reaching the pair over the wind, rumbling and mechanical noises coming from the approaching griever.

The gap between the pair and safety was diminishing, but not as fast as the opening in the doors, soon shrinking to only allow one person through at a time. They both knew that only one would make it, but both wanted that one to be the other. They came to a halt a short distance from the doors, ignoring the shouts of the other gladers and turned to face each other.

“Go.” Y/N said quietly, not breaking eye contact. Newt immediately shook his head, opening his mouth to protest, before Y/N, with sadness and remorse in her eyes, pulled him in to a short kiss and then pushed him through the closing doors. The last thing he saw was her turning to the griever before looking him in the eyes one more time before the doors shut and she was gone. The noise was enough to wake Newt out of the shock and realization set in, tears starting to fall down his face.

None of the other boys said anything, not even joking about Newt’s ‘unmanliness’, all of them too shocked and upset to even try to say anything comforting or otherwise. Slowly, they all returned to the work stations, a few of them patting newt’s shoulder, trying to reassure him that it would be fine, although they all knew it wasn’t working.

For the entire night Newt sat by the doors, leaning against them and hoping to any ‘higher power’ that when the doors opened in the morning, Y/N would come running through and everything would be happy. However, come morning, no one came back from the in the maze and soon Newt lost all hope of seeing his girlfriend again.

Slowly, he started pretending to get better, although if anyone looked deep enough they could see that he was broken almost beyond repair and was falling apart a little more as each day passed.

***Present day***

As Newt fell through the air, he closed his eyes, passing out just before reaching the ground. He opened his eyes to find himself standing in a large white room with no visible walls or floor. He looked around in confusion before a figure a small distance away from him caught his attention.

“Y/N?” Newt muttered in disbelief, his eyes widening at the sight of the girl he loved. She smiled at him, her eyes shining and started walking towards him, hair bouncing with each step. Newt remained in silence until she reached him, too shocked to react. Y/N brought her hand up to his cheek, gently running her thumb across it before looking him in the eyes again, finally setting free the tears the boy had been holding in for so long. She pulled him in to a tight hug, allowing him to cry in to her shoulder as she gently rubbed his back.

“You shouldn’t be here Newt. Not yet.” Y/N muttered, causing the boy to look up at her, tears still in his eyes.

“What? Why not?” He sniffed, his eyes searching Y/N’s, taking in the look of fondness with a hint of remorse hidden in her Y/E/C eyes.

“It’s not your time yet. The others still need you, and as much as I want you to stay, you need to go and be with them.”

“No, I don’t want to. I want to stay with you, I can’t go back to the same life in the glade knowing that we’ll never escape and that I could have stayed with you instead. I can’t lose you again.” A fresh wave of tears started moving down his face, causing a few tears to appear in Y/N’s eyes, although she tried to keep them hidden.

“Newt, this isn’t goodbye. I’ll see you again, but for now you have to go back and help the others find a way out.” Y/N reassured him, linking her hand with his, slowly guiding him towards a door. She clicked her fingers and the door opened, revealing Minho, Alby, Gally and the other gladers standing just beyond it. They were beckoning for Newt to come towards them, their mouths moving but producing no sound.

They came to a halt a short distance from the doors and turned to face each other, an overwhelming sense of déjà vu appearing in Newt as he stood once again with the girl he loved by a door that was slowly closing.

“Go.” Y/N said quietly, not breaking eye contact. Knowing there was no point in arguing, Newt pulled Y/N in to one last kiss before slowly making his way towards the door. Just before he stepped through the door he turned to face Y/N and saw her standing there, tears in her eyes, but a reassuring smile on her face and instead of complete sadness like last time, he saw a glisten of pride in her eyes. She nodded her head at him, gently blowing a kiss to him before she faded into the air. Newt took a deep breath and stepped through the door, opening his eyes again to find himself hanging from his leg halfway down the wall, the sound of Minho approaching as he looked up at the sky, muttering a quiet “thank you” into the wind.

Stilinski family present

Christmas imagine #2 - Stilinski family present ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Your POV* You woke up to a violent burst of light flooding through your curtains. You groggily rub your eyes as you sit up and find your brother Stiles pulling your curtains open and singing Christmas songs (horribly out of tune, more like wailing really). “GET UP LAZYHEAD IT’S CHRISTMAS!” He yelled as he ripped your blankets off causing you to curl up in a ball to stay warm. “Stiles it’s only 3rd December. Christmas isn't for another 22 days.” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Well that doesn't mean we can't get in the Christmas spirit now, you damn Scrooge.” “I am not Scrooge you nerd, I love Christmas. Just not at half past eight in the morning.” You retorted, glancing at the clock on your bedside table. Stiles raised his eyebrow and glanced at you. “I have hot chocolate downstairs with marshmallows and cookies.” You shot out of bed and quickly put on your dressing gown and slippers. You made your way towards the door, grabbing Stiles by the arm and pulling him with you. When you got into the kitchen, as promised, you found a plate of cinnamon cookies and a steaming mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows bobbing gently on the surface. You leant over the counter and pulled the mug towards you, wrapping your hands around it and blowing on it to cool it down. You sat on a stool and soon Stiles came and sat next to you, his Star Wars mug in his hand. You say there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you broke it. “What are you getting Dad for Christmas?” Stiles sighed gently. “I'm not sure. I swear it's never usually this hard, but I can't seem to find the right thing.” You nodded and there was another silence, both of you thinking about what gift your dad would like. An idea popped in to your head. “Hey Stiles?” He looked up. “Yeah?” “You know Dad has been wanting to go on a date with Lydia’s mum for a while, but keeps getting interrupted.” “Yeah… Where's this going?” He questioned, tilting his head. “Why don't we plan a date for them. It'll be a good distraction from all the crazy stuff happening, and it would be the perfect present for him.” Stiles though for a moment, considering the idea, before a grin slide on to his face. “That's a great idea.” You smile. “I know. I have them from time to time.” For the next couple of days you and Stiles worked on the perfect date for your Dad, choosing restaurants, checking the weather forecast and every other detail, until you were happy with your plan. You texted Lydia, who was helping you, and told her to get her mum ready and to meet you and Stiles in an hour. You both approached your dad and he raised an eyebrow when he saw the looks on your faces. “What? What have you done this time?” You and Stiles grinned at each other. “Nothing this time. In fact, it's an early Christmas present for you.” He leant back in his chair. “Go on…” “Well we know how much you want to go on a date with Lydia’s mum.” You started. “So we planned it for you. You have under an hour to get ready.” Stiles finished. “Go on. Go get changed!” You ushered your dad towards the stairs. Half an hour later he came back down, a fresh shirt and tie on with a jacket and trousers. You smiled. “You look great Dad.” He smiled nervously. “You think so?” You nodded and Stiles appeared from in the lounge. He looked at your dad and gave him a thumbs up, a grin on his face. Your dad smiled. “Thanks you guys. This is great.” You grinned and pulled him in to a hug, Stiles joining a few seconds after. “Merry Christmas Dad.” You whispered happily as the three of you stood in the corridor in a group hug.

Capture the flag - Mark Fischbach

When you and Mark were invited to take part in a giant game of ‘Capture the Flag’ along with 28 other gamers to promote the new Warcraft movie, the two of you jumped at the opportunity, agreeing immediately. However, the people organizing the game decided to spark rivalry between the two of teams and put the two of you, often referred to as ‘YouTube’s cutest couple’, as the captains of the two teams, you leading the Horde and Mark leading the Alliance. At first the two of you were slightly sad you would be against each other but soon your competitive sides emerged and neither of you could wait for the game.

The day finally arrived and the two of you arrived at the location and were immediately blown away by it. Soon you found your other friends such as MatPat, who was on your team, and Jordan, who was on Mark’s team, and Mark started vlogging some behind-the-scenes for his channel. Slowly your team assembled and the competitiveness went through the roof and, after a quick good luck kiss, you and Mark parted ways to give your teams ‘inspirational speeches’ which involved a lot of shouting and cheering.

Soon the game started and colour bombs were flying everywhere, you managing to hit a few people on the other team but eventually getting hit. Luckily, you were soon released and you went back to throwing. This went on for a short while, one team occasionally making progress until they were pushed back by the other team, until Mark started a sudden offensive attack by his team and they steadily made their way towards your flag. You quickly glanced over to your team mates and came to a decision that you had to move now.

You snuck through the maze, bending down to avoid being seen by the other team, Mat and Maude following behind you in order to defend you from any attacks. Luckily, they were all focused on their sudden surge towards your team’s flag, leaving theirs unprotected. You took the opportunity to run to their hill and grab the flag, quickly pulling it out and you ran back into the maze with only their jailed team mates noticing you. You weaved your way through the obstacles and made a last dash back to your hill, the other team just noticing you as you ran into your area and up the hill before planting the flag in the ground, setting off the signal for the end of the game.

The rest of your team joined you as you all celebrated your victory before you made eye contact with Mark from across the room, his eyes shining with pride. You worked your way out of the crowd of your elated team mates and ran towards Mark, jumping into his arms when you reached him as he spun you around, making you laugh as he congratulated you on getting past his “ninja senses” before he gently placed you back down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before linking your fingers together as the two of you went off to talk to the other gamers. Mat came up to you and gave you a high five before the three of you started talking and laughing, especially after Mat told you and Mark that you two were “#goals” as you leant on Mark’s shoulder.

The two of you finally made your way home after spending most of the day with the other gamers and got changed out of your paint-covered clothes and into your pyjamas. You walked into your bedroom and found Mark lying on your bed, waiting for you, stretching out his arms when he saw you walk in. You smiled to yourself and lay down next to him, resting your head in the crook of his neck as he draped his arm across you waist. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sighed contentedly before falling into a peaceful sleep.

DCWI - Dating Thor and being Tony’s sister

Requested by Anon: Dating Thor but being Tony's sister?xoxoxox

Him declaring you were beautiful as soon as he sees you

Not realising you’re Tony’s sister

“The Man of Iron is your brethren?”

Teaching him how be more ‘Midgardian’

Him having you on speed dial

Tony finding out from the rest of the team

Him confronting Thor about it

“I love her more than anyone else does”

“Fight me, Goldilocks”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing”

Forcing Thor and Tony to have a bonding evening

Tony needing reassurance that he’s still your favourite male

Braiding Thor’s hair

Him pulling you out of conversations to kiss you

Being completely enveloped when he hugs you

Spinning you around in a hug when he gets back from Asgard

Being able to lift Mjolnir

Him running around the tower shouting “SHE IS WORTHY”

Tony being SO SALTY when he finds out

Being his reason for staying on Earth

So many cuddles

Like seriously

At every opportunity

Cuddles 24/7

Reunited - Aris (Maze Runner)

Requested by enchantclouds: Can you do an imagine where the reader saves everyone like the way Brenda and her father did in the TST movie, and all of the boys are attracted towards her after that, but she’s dating Aris. (sorry if it’s too complicated)

Sorry it took so long, I hope you like it!

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*Your POV*

You had been on lookout for any Cranks when a giant Berg flew over your head. You scrambled under one of the broken cars to hide yourself, your finger on your gun trigger and watched the Berg fly towards the campsite where the rest of the group were. When the Berg started its descent, you crawled out from your hiding place and glanced around; trying to find anything you could use to help the others. Your eyes landed on a blue car, the least beaten up of the collection. It still seemed to work and you found the keys tucked under the seat.

You ran through the car wreckages, jumping over fallen parts, collecting weapons from the other abandoned lookout points. You found a bag and started loading the weapons into the bag hurriedly. You heard yelling in the distance and ran back to the car. You threw the bag next to you and drove to the campsite as fast as you could.

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*3rd person*

Gunfire blazed as people ran around in a state of frenzy. A state of chaos ensued as people were rounded up and forced into kneeling in lines. The gladers from Group A were pushed to the front. A man surrounded by armed men walked forwards, scanning the crowd.

“Where’s Thomas?” He asked, still searching for the missing boy.

“I’m here.” He pushed through the crowd, making his way over to the other gladers, kneeling beside them. The man smirked and started addressing the crowd, not noticing the bomb and detonator Thomas had. In a flash, Thomas was up, holding out the bomb at arm’s length. The man stopped in alarm.

“Thomas.” He warned, “Think about what you’re doing.”

“I’m tired of this Jansen.” He explained, “Too many have died because of WICKED.” His friends gathered behind him.

“We’re with you Tommy.” Newt said, the others nodding with him. Thomas flicked the top off the detonator and everyone froze. As he was about to press the button, a car came crashing in, running into a building as all heads snapped towards it. A girl jumped out, her (Y/H/C) hair flying behind her. She pulled a pistol out of her belt and started shooting the armed men. This unfroze everyone, and the chaos started again. The men from the Berg started shooting as the people from the crowd surged forwards. The girl ran over to the gladers, throwing guns to them before running off to help the others.

The next ten minutes were a blur of gunfire, screaming and running. Eventually it died down as the Berg took off with Teresa and Minho inside. The mysterious girl approached the gladers who were watching her as she drew closer.

“Is everyone alright?” She asked, her eyes scanning the boys for any major injuries. They nodded, unable to form words out of amazement for this girl who saved them. They watched dumbly as she shrugged off her jacket and sat on a rock, running her hands through her windswept hair.

Their attention was pulled away by two figures, Aris and Sonya, shouting their names as the walked towards them. The girl’s head snapped towards the approaching pair and her (Y/E/C) eyes widened as she pushed herself up off the rock.

“Aris?” She asked quietly, before she took off running towards him. “Aris!” The boy dropped his weapon in shock.

“Y/N!” He sped up until they met in the middle as Y/N jumped into his arms and he spun her around. They looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds before closing the gap between their lips.

“I thought you were dead!” Y/N muttered with tears in her eyes, her forehead touching his.

“I thought you were dead too.” Aris replied softly. Y/N looked him in the eyes before pulling him in to a hug again. At that moment, it didn’t matter that there was a deadly virus everywhere or that WICKED was still out there, taking people and trying to find a cure. All that mattered was that they were together again and not even WICKED could tear them apart.

Gone

The gladers crowded around the doors, waiting for them to open in complete silence, all consumed in thought. What if Y/N didn’t make it and wasn’t coming back? Everything would change and they would lose all hope of ever leaving this hell.

After what seemed like hours, the doors finally started to open, emitting a loud groaning sound as they did. Hands flew to ears to try to block it out, but everyone’s attention was still fixed on the widening gap. The doors stopped opening with a crash and there was silence throughout the glade.

All eyes were searching the opening, looking for any signs of life inside. Nothing happened and one of the boys whispered a quiet “no”. This set off a series of reactions, sobs emerging from some of the boys, none of them caring what they looked like or how ‘unmanly’ crying made them seen. For most of them Y/N was like a sister or even a mother, especially to the younger ones.

A few of the boys were angry, angry at themselves, the creators and anyone else they could try to blame. Gally hit the wall in frustration, Minho was staring at the ground, barely moving and Newt was standing there, frozen in shock and horror, ignoring the tears streaming down his face. Not even Alby made a move, refusing to give his normal speech, refusing to accept the fact that Y/N, the last bit of hope and happiness left in the glade was gone forever.

Just as Alby was about to tell everyone to go back to their jobs and the runners would go to find the body, a loud ‘thunk’ came from the entrance to the maze, bringing all attention back to the opening. The item that had landed there was round with a number and a red light on it and the initials WCKD. The boys looked up to see where it came from and were greeted by a very welcome sight.

Standing there, covered in scratches, bruises and dirt was the girl they had all been crying over moments before. Y/N looked at the group and one of her bright smiles appeared on her face. At this, the gladers rushed forwards to hug her, only Newt staying back. When they all finally let go Alby sent them back to start working and the crowd dispersed, all signs of the previous sadness gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief and happiness as the boys joked around with each other, leaving Y/N and Newt alone.

The moment they made eye contact, they both rushed forwards, tightly wrapping their arms around each other, each seeking comfort in the other. Newt still had tears rolling down his face and he buried his face is her shoulder. None of the others tried to interrupt them with a sarcastic comment about love as the couple stood there, rocking gently as Y/N ran her fingers through his hair and Newt clung on to her, afraid that if he let go she would disappear for real.

Newt eventually pulled his face away and leaned back slightly to examine her face, releasing Y/N from his tight embrace, still holding hands with the girl he loved.

“Let’s get you down to the medjack hut, okay?” He said his hands tracing circles on the back of hers. She nodded and they slowly walked towards the hut, their hands gently swinging between them as they walked.