NEW IDEA - SEND REQUESTS

NEW IDEA - SEND REQUESTS

Hey guys!

So I was thinking about starting doing ‘dating ___ would include…’ because I think it would help me ease myself back into writing and I can do them quickly, so hopefully they can be done on the same day or by the next day if people request them. So please send in requests with the name of the character and if you want a more specific one, go ahead and request it! All the fandoms I do requests for are in my bio so check there if you’re not sure or drop me a message to ask.

Anna

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.

Vidcon

Vidcon was coming up soon and you got an email asking if you wanted to go on a panel with Jack, Mark and Felix to play some games and answer some questions. You agreed immediately and soon tweeted out that you were on the panel, causing your fans to lose it. Little did you know, your fans weren't the only ones who were freaking out, Jack and Mark were setting up to record together over Skype when they found out and they were instantly terrified that they were going to embarrass themselves or make you hate them, whilst also being insanely excited. You were Y/N, the Y/N who had recently hit 23 million subscribers on her YouTube channel and now they were going to be on the same stage as you. Neither of them nor Felix had ever met you so they had no idea how you would react to them, whether you would like them or find them obnoxious and loud. The idea of being hated by someone with almost as many subscribers as the two of them combined was horrifying.

They spent the next month planning with Felix what to do at the panel, eventually settling on playing Cards Against Humanity and doing a Q&A, hoping you would like what they had come up with. To tell the truth, they were getting too worried, you were really looking forwards to meeting them and doing the panel but they kept imaging the worst.

Eventually Vidcon came around and you were backstage getting your microphone set up when the other three arrived together. You were talking to some of the crew, so you didn't notice them arrive until you heard the head technician call them over, causing you to turn around. They froze in place, even Felix, waiting anxiously as you looked them over. When a big grin spread across your face they all relaxed and after introductions and a few minutes of talking they realised they had nothing to worry about. The four of you bounced off each other on stage and had a great group bond and entertainment level. It was as if the four of you had been friends for years, although they were surprised when you schooled them at Cards Against Humanity.

After the show you exchanged numbers with the others and all hung out at parties and explored the city together, as well as spending what little downtime you had at the convention together, resulting in a lot of Snapchat and Instagram videos and a ridiculous amount of selfies (mostly stupid ones). Safe to say, the four of you would be requesting to be on a panel again next year and filming loads of videos together, the new found friendship being one to last a lifetime.

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.

Shot

awesomenewtimagines - What about a Newt imagine where it's basically the same as the scorch trials movie but the reader was in the maze with Aris and they are best friends. Instead of Minho knocking out the guard the reader does that. And while running out of the compound the reader get shot, nothing serious, just a flesh wound on the upper arm. Since the moment Newt saw the reader he felt like he knew her, like Thomas felt like he knew Teresa and the reader feels that way about Newt too. The reader is fearless, protective of the people she love, hates having people take care of her, or worry about her. So she doesn't tell them that she was shoot right away. They figure out she was shoot when Thomas and Newt is fighting about not having a plan and she almost faints do to blood loss. (the bullet hit a blood vessel) not to much fluff. And you don't have to stop writing in the mall, continue maybe to the end of the movie? I don't mind it being long and multiple parts, but if you like it short and have a good idea for a short one, don't let me stop you. Write how you want to!

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You followed the others half way down the corridor before stopping and turning to the other end.

"Y/N! What are you doing? Come on!" Newt yelled, but you ignored him and took off running in the direction you had just come from.

'I hope this works', you thought to yourself, the shouts of the others barely audible over the sound of the air whistling in your ears. As you reached the end of the corridor you slid along the floor, swinging your leg into the legs of the guard who had just rounded the corner, causing him to fall to the floor and hit his head on the wall, his gun sliding across the smooth surface.

You grabbed the gun and pushed yourself off the floor and ran back to join the others, met with looks of astonishment and pride.

"Are we gonna wait around for more guards or are we gonna go?" You asked, resting the gun on your shoulder. The reply was a mixture of silence and laughs, making you grin and walk off down the corridor, trying to find a way out.

The group followed Thomas to the medical ward where Teresa was being kept. You stood back as Thomas ran over to Teresa, helping her up, your gun pointed at the rattling door. In a flash, Thomas and Newt had smashed the window with chairs and you threw Thomas the gun before you climbed through the window, Newt helping you to make sure you didn't get cut by the shards of glass.

You soon found yourself running alongside Newt again, trying to get away from Jansen and his guards, your fingers linked as you helped him run faster until you arrived at a door. Thomas swiped the key card again and again, the mechanism denying access every time.

Thomas turned to face Janson as the rest of your group tried in vain to get the door open. You watched as Thomas moved towards Janson, pointing the gun at him before the door opened and Thomas started firing.

You heard another gunshot and felt something hit your arm, pain radiating off it, but you tried to ignore it as the group ran for the big door that lead to the 'Scorch'. Thomas managed to get the door open and you followed the others out into the unknown, ripping a piece of cloth off the bottom of your shirt to tie around your wound, hoping the others wouldn't notice. You saw Newt glance back at you and slow down to wait for you to catch up before the two of you chased after the others.

The group finally arrived at what looked like an abandoned mall and you all slid down the sand dune and stumbled in. You took in your surroundings as best you could with the slight darkness around the edge of your vision, pressing down on the cloth tied around your arm. You heard faint conversation between Thomas and Newt which soon turned into an argument, bringing your attention to them.

"You brought us this whole way and you don't have a plan?" Newt yelled, a mixture of shock and anger on his face. Suddenly you felt light-headed and tried to find something to lean on, accidentally pushing something metal off a surface, drawing attention to you.

"Y/N?" Newt asked gently, his tone changing as he took a few steps in your direction. You looked up at the group, taking in their looks of concern and confusion before your legs gave out from underneath you and you fell to the floor, your vision blackening.

"Y/N!" Startled voices cried out and you felt yourself being pulled into someone's arms, brushing your hair out of your face as the others crowded around you.

"What happened to her?" You heard Aris ask, worry evident in his voice.

"I don't know!" Newt replied; obviously flustered before you felt a hand brush across the wound, causing you to flinch slightly. Moments later you felt your makeshift bandage being pulled off your arm and heard sharp intakes of breath and you guessed they had seen the blood and the bullet hole.

“Oh my god.” Aris whispered and you could imagine his hand covering mouth as it had done so many times before in the glade.

“I don't understand, when did she get shot?” Newt questioned loudly, his panic shown very expressly in his tone.

“It must've been on the way out, y’know with Janson and his guards…” Thomas muttered, his voice just audible.

“Does anyone know anything we can do to help her?” Minho asked, taking control of the situation.

“I don't know man, we don't have a lot to work with.” Winston sighed and you heard Newt’s breathing speed up and become uneven.

“We have to do something!”

“Frypan see if you can find any cloth we can use as a bandage for her arm.” Minho instructed and Frypan quickly set off, trying to find something to help. “Whilst he's looking, everyone else try and get as much stuff as we can take with us. Newt, you stay here with Y/N.”

The group dispersed, leaving Newt holding your body in an unconscious state, your head resting on his lap and one hand with your fingers loosely intertwined. You could feel Newt’s shaky breaths and he tried to calm himself.

“How could I let this happen to you?” Newt quietly said to you, making sure the others didn't hear. You wished you could convince your eyes to open and make yourself sit up to tell him it's not his fault, but your body was ignoring you. The two of you remained in silence until you heard shouts in the distance causing Newt to sit up, making sure not to injure you further in any way.

You weren't sure what was happening, all you heard was a surprised exclamation from Newt and soon found yourself being carried out of the building in the arms of a running British boy. You heard the others catching up and their shouts at each other to hurry up. All the time you and Newt were kept at the front of the group, the others trying to make sure you would be the first ones to get out. Soon all the shouting and disorientation got the better of you and you fell into a gentle sleep again.

When you woke up you were under a giant slab of brick, shielding you from the sun. Your arm was aching and your head was pounding slightly, the aftermath of the running and blood loss. You slowly pushed yourself up into a sitting position before glancing at the people around you. Everyone was asleep except for Frypan who was left on watch over the group.

You coughed, the lack of water in your body making your throat dry and also bringing Frypan’s attention to you. The moment he saw you awake and ‘healthy’, his face lit up in a relieved smile.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed before pulling you into a hug, careful not to put pressure on your bad arm. You smiled and wrapped your other arm around his side, watching as the others stirred from the noise. One by one they realised you were awake and all had similar reactions to Frypan, especially Aris and Newt, who both pulled you in for a long hug, obviously relieved you were okay, the bags under their eyes visible.

Once you had drunk some water and had something to eat you changed your ‘bandage’ before tying your hair up and linking hands with Newt, ready to start in the next part of your journey. Little did you know, everything would go downhill from there.

Christmas baking

Christmas imagine #1 - baking with the pack

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*Your POV*

Everyone in the pack knew you had amazing baking skills, so it was no surprise when they all turned up at your house to do Christmas baking with your help.

The first struggle was designating the roles to each person. There was a lot of arguing and “but I want to do the mixing!” “Well Y/N said you're doing the rolling so get over it”. Eventually you managed to get them sorted out with Scott and Lydia doing the weighing/measuring, Kira and Malia doing the mixing, Stiles doing the rolling and cutting, Liam on oven duty and you on supervision.

You found a Christmas cookie recipe in a cookbook on the shelf and everyone agreed to make them. Since there was seven of you, you had to change the amount of each ingredient you needed. Luckily, Lydia and Stiles figured it out in about a minute and Lydia and Scott started measuring out the ingredients, passing them to Kira and Malia. You quickly got Liam to preheat the oven before you started instructing Kira and Malia on which things to mix with which and how to mix them. You gave Stiles the cookie cutters and the rolling pin and a pot of flour to spread on the counter and the rolling pin. You found a baking tray and baking paper and lined the tray, ready for the cookies.

Ten stressful and messy minutes later, the cookies were ready to go in to the oven and the oven door closed with a slam. You glanced around the room and saw the mess that had been made.

You sighed, “This is going to be fun to clean up.” The rest of the pack looked around, only just noticing their surroundings.

“Ok, here's how we’re going to do it. Liam and Kira, you're on washing duty. Stiles and Malia, you're on drying and Scott, you're on putting away. Everyone got it?” There were nods and murmurs of agreement in response and everyone set to work. After a couple of minutes everyone found a good system that made the washing up go faster and it was finished within five minutes.

You glanced at the timer and saw that it still had a couple of minutes to go. An idea popped in to your head. “Who wants hot chocolate with marshmallows?” There was a chorus of “Me!” and excited teenagers. You told them all to go in to the lounge except for Liam who stayed and helped you with the hot chocolates. When they were ready the others came racing in, grabbing at the drinks. There was a happy sigh from everyone as the warm liquid touched their lips and there was a comfortable silence as everyone drank happily.

It was disturbed by a loud ringing sound from the timer signalling that the cookies were ready. You got your oven gloves and opened the over door, pulling out the tray and putting it on the counter. The smell of cinnamon and other spices wafted through the air as you transferred the cookies on to a cooling rack. Lydia picked up one of the cookies, blew on it gently to cool it down and took a bite out of it. Everyone watched in suspense as she chewed it before a grin spread across her face.

“They're really good!” She remarked, taking another bite. This made everyone grab a cookie and try one for themselves, noises of approval sounding from them all.

“Merry nearly Christmas guys.” You laughed and got happy grins in response as the pack munched on cookies and drank hot chocolate.