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Under The Gun - Gally (The Maze Runner)

What better way to kick off the New Year with my man (and @gladerscake's), Gally

Yeah, this is gonna be painful, cause I am a sadist as well as a masochist😊

2.3k words🤙🏻

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In all your time in the Glade, you were known as two things.

Number one, you were known as Gally's girl. You two were always with each other, whether it be working or just hanging out. If you asked anyone else, they'd probably say that you two were dating.

Which, wasn't entirely wrong.

You and Gally knew that you felt more than friendly with each other, your longing gazes and his slight possessiveness when you talked to other guys in the Glade was just a couple examples. Though, with everything always so hectic, you never got the chance to really talk about it. But it was unspoken that you belonged to Gally, and he belonged to you.

But, you were always known as the big sister, to only one kid in the Glade.

Chuck.

Ever since he arrived in the Glade, you felt a strong urge to protect this kid. His frightened eyes when he first came up in the box melted your heart, and he clung onto you the first week in the Glade. And that was it, you were done for. He became the most important thing in your life, and you wouldn't have had it any other way. Though, you soon come to regret that opinion.

You had always wanted to escape the Maze, take Chuck and Gally far away and find each others' families, if they were even still alive. You thought it would be a slow progress, if the information the Runners gave was any indication. But as soon as Thomas showed up, everything was kicked in to high gear. He had managed to make more progress in three days than anybody had done in three years. It was hard to believe, and it was overwhelming.

You tried to talk to Gally about it, about how this was a good thing, but he had always been extremely stubborn. He was too stuck in his ways to see any change as a threat, and threats needed to be destroyed.

Unfortunately, in Gally's crusade against Thomas, he pushed away the most important thing to him; you. He couldn't fault you for giving up on trying to talk to him, he felt just as exhausted trying to get you to be on his side. He just didn't want you to get killed because some Greenie thought he was better than everyone else, and he was furious at you for allowing Chuck to believe in Thomas too. Though he'd never admit it, he felt just as responsible for Chuck as you did.

When you and Chuck ran off with Thomas into the Maze, Gally couldn't help but be compelled to follow, even though it was too late. A part of him never wanted to see you again, he was so angry. But he realized he couldn't live without you by his side. But by the time he could make up his mind, Thomas' group was already far ahead. He never thought he'd be stung by a Griever, he was always so careful, but it happened and it messed with his mind.

Gally's poisoned brain went to the darkest places. He knew everyone who died, everything that went wrong, it was all Thomas' fault. Thomas deserved to die. Thomas should've been the one to die, not Alby, not Zart, nor anyone of his fellow Gladers he thought of as his brothers. And Gally would be damned if he let Thomas get you killed too. It didn't matter to him anymore, he was going to take you back whether you liked it or not.

But once Gally saw that gun laying on the floor, his hatred for Thomas overpowered any sliver of reason that he might've had left.

You felt like you were in a nightmare. The boy you cared for so much was almost unrecognizable, pointing that pistol right at your friend.

You begged and pleaded for Gally to stop, to snap out of it somehow. But he didn't, and Minho's spear found its home in Gally's chest as soon as he pulled the trigger. You can't remember who dropped to the floor first, but you didn't even have time to mourn Gally before you saw Chuck bleeding. Then, nothing else mattered to you besides keeping this sweet kid alive.

You screamed as Chuck let out his last breath, falling limp in your arms. Thomas' own screams sounded far away, and you didn't even register how roughly you were pulled away from Chuck's body until you were slightly slapped in the face by Teresa inside of a helicopter.

There wasn't a moment that went by where you didn't think of Chuck, not one moment where you weren't pissed off. You were pissed off at a lot of things, depending on the day. You were pissed of at W.C.K.D., how dare they let this kid die, even if it was for science. You were pissed off at the world. You were even pissed off at Thomas for a few days, just because he was there and the chain of events that led to Chuck's death was because of him. But most of all, you were pissed off at Gally.

Gally was the only person you truly trusted, and you were completely shell-shocked at how he could betray you so harshly, even if he was stung. You held on to that anger, and you led it drive you. A part of you wanted to die, but no, you were too angry to die. You wanted W.C.K.D. to pay, especially after Teresa actually betrayed everyone and kidnapped Minho.

And while trying to find a way into the Last City, you were completely blown away and shell-shocked, once again. You couldn't believe your eyes, you almost pinched yourself, thinking that it must've been a dream.

Gally was alive, standing before you and your friends.

A wave of emotions hit you all at once, and you almost dropped to your knees, it was so overwhelming. Tears came to your eyes, but you couldn't tell if they were happy tears or angry tears. You've felt so much rage towards this boy over the past months, but now that you saw he was still alive...

You couldn't fault Thomas for punching Gally, if you weren't so stunned you might've done the same thing. But as always, Newt was the voice of reason and reminded him that Gally was stung and wasn't in control. But that only made rage bubble up in your chest more. You were angry, but knowing you had no right to be angry just made you angrier.

You ignored Gally as long as you possibly could. With everything going on with the mission, it was easy to put off talking to him. And you weren't making it easy for him either. You had a hard time not glaring at Gally every chance you got. Every time you saw his face, all you could see was Chuck falling to the floor.

You kept up this attitude even after Minho was rescued and everyone settled in the Safe Haven, Newt's death just making you feel even more bitter. You weren't particularly close with him, but it was hard not to like him. Honestly, you had no hope for yourself. You thought you were just destined to become a bitter shell of a human, but after all you had to endure, could anyone blame you?

Seeing Gally be the one to carve Chuck's name into the giant stone pillar just twisted the knife in your stomach, but you made no comment about it. Seeing that Thomas had forgiven Gally made you feel guilty, just the cherry on top, really.

You didn't realize how badly you needed to cry until that night. You sat far away from camp, making sure no one was around so you could open the floodgates in peace. But once you started it was hard to stop. You'd think you were done, but then one little insignificant thing would set you off again. You wished you could've just ripped out your eyes so you'd never cry again, you wanted anyway from how badly they burned.

It was the middle of the night, and everyone was asleep. You quietly walked to the pillar and immediately found Chuck's name. You placed your hand on top on the engraving, cursing as fresh tears came to your eyes once again.

"Y/n...?"

You froze up when you heard that familiar voice, shutting your eyes in slight annoyance as you heard his footsteps in the sand slowly moving closer to you. "What do you want?" You asked softly, hearing for the first time just how hoarse your voice sounded after those couple hours of sobbing.

"Please, Y/n." Gally whispered sadly. "Please, talk to me."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"You and I both know that's not true." Gally gently grabbed your wrist and turned you around to face him, almost shocked at how you didn't resist in the slightest. "I can't handle this anymore, this silent treatment. I'd much rather hear every hurtful thing you have to say about me than continue on this way. Please, I-" Gally huffed tearfully.

"You wanna hear what I have to say?" You asked bluntly, causing Gally to flinch, but he nodded anyway. "Every night when I sleep I see you, gun pointed at all of us. I heard the shot. I see Chuck hit the floor. I watch him die, feel him die in my arms. Over and over until I wake up, panicked. And then I see you, alive and well, and it's like the nightmare never ends. I hated you. I hated you so much. Chuck became my family when I couldn't remember mine, if they were even alive. W.C.K.D. took them from me, and then you took Chuck away too." You stopped when a choked sob escaped your throat, not being able to stop it no matter how hard you tried. "Satisfied?"

"I never wanted that to happen...I never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not Chuck, or you. I can't express how terribly sorry I am, for everything. I know anything I say will seem empty to you, but I..." He took a deep breath. "I was scared. I was scared of losing you, losing everything. Back then, I was stuck in the Glade for so long that it started to feel like home. Then Thomas came and everything started to change. But I realized a long time ago that he was right, that you were right. I regret what I did every single day. I see Chuck's face every time I close my eyes, Y/n. What I did haunts me every second. Again, I am so, so sorry."

You were silent, speechless almost. You finally noticed Gally's face must've resembled yours, red brimmed eyes, cheeks flushed and tear stained, his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth to keep it from wobbling.

"If you never want to speak to me again...that's okay. Honestly, if I were you, I'd probably hate me too. But, I love you, and I'll respect whatever you choose."

No matter how hard you tried to hold on to your hate, or how long, you loved Gally too, even if you didn't want to admit it. And you knew you were in the wrong, you knew he was never in control and it wasn't his fault. You knew if he could go back and change things, he would.

"I...don't hate you, Gally. I convinced myself that I did, but now that I think about it, maybe I never did." You admitted. "I've just been so angry. It was so easy to blame you." You teared up again, your throat tightening up once again, but digging your nails into the palms of your hands to try and keep your sobs at bay. "I'm so tired of feeling like this." You held your hands up over your face, embarrassed at yourself for breaking out into tears, even though you had no reason to be.

It didn't take long before you felt Gally gently wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and patting down your hair. "Gally, I'm so-"

"I know, I know." Gally shushed. "It's okay."

In all honesty, Gally didn't need you to say anything else. Knowing you for so long, he had a way of knowing how you felt about most things. For him, he was just happy you allowed him to speak to you. He was a bit pessimistic about how the conversation would go, he was pretty much shocked you didn't punch him right then and there. But holding you like this, it took him back to the Glade, before everything started to change. He was taken back to all the times he held you during thunderstorms, or when it was too cold and your blankets weren't enough, so you'd bring him to your bed without a word.

Gally didn't know if there was a higher power out there somewhere, but he felt it might've taken a miracle for him to hold you again. He was grateful nonetheless. He slightly smiled when he felt you finally relax against him, pulling your hands away from your face to wrap them around his neck. God, how he wanted to kiss you, and he would've if he didn't think it was too soon.

You and Gally stayed like that for a few minutes, not caring about who or what might be watching. You probably would've stayed there all night if it wasn't for the exhaustion you both felt, and you both could sense it too.

"I know it's going to take some time." Gally started, trailing his hands down your arms to hold your hands. "And that's okay. I'll work as hard as I can to earn your trust back, no matter how long it takes."

You smiled softly, his words warming your heart. It was nice of him to say, but honestly, he already had.

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Haha, take that, suckers! Got emmm

To Plant A Seed - Gally (The Maze Runner)

Hey, @gladerscake remember that really dumb idea I was telling you about?😂 Yeah, I don't know why I wrote this. I must be going crazy. I do not like kids. They're all mistakes- children. Filthy, nasty things, glad I never was one.

Warnings: unexpected pregnancy, alluding to smut near the end (but nothing explicit)

2k words🤙🏻

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You felt your heart beating rapidly, too rapidly. You felt like you were going to pass out, but you knew you couldn't; you couldn't risk it hurting yourself, and in turn, your baby.

You couldn't believe this was actually happening. You never even thought about having kids and now you suddenly were going to have one. But the only thing that felt more intimidating was having to tell the father of your child, Gally.

Ever since you both arrived at the Safe Haven, it was difficult to keep your hands off each other. You, of course, knew the risks of being with him, but you honestly thought you'd be safe if he pulled out every time. It just wasn't in the cards for you.

After three weeks of not getting your period, and then the morning sickness, you knew you were screwed. You were thankful that Gally was as clueless as every other male around you when it came to women's issues. He just thought you ate something bad, and you wished it had only been that too.

You knew you had to tell someone before Gally, you needed someone on your side just in case. Your first choice would've been Newt, he was always the most understanding, but you teared up when you knew it wouldn't be possible. And Teresa wasn't a choice either, and you didn't trust Brenda enough to confide in her. Frypan was Gally's best friend, not a great choice. And Minho, he wasn't the most empathetic outwardly. Which only left Thomas, but you were still a bit hesitant.

Thomas was like a brother to you, more than the others, and you did trust him. But you knew he had a tendency to not know when to keep his mouth shut, and that worried you. He and Gally had reconciled enough to know that he'd be accepting of him as the father of your child, but then again, Thomas was unpredictable. But you didn't have a choice.

"Thomas?" You started timidly, playing with the hem of your shirt. "Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, of course." He smiled softly, gesturing you to come into his hut. "What's up?"

You sighed, already dreading the conversation. "Okay, Thomas, I need you to be completely serious right now, and you absolutely cannot freak out."

"Uh oh, what's wrong? What happened? Did something happen with Gally? Did he hurt you? I swear to God, if he-"

"Thomas." You spoke sternly, making him shut up but still keep a concerned and slightly angered look on his face. "Nothing's…wrong, per say, depending on how you look at it."

"Oh God, did Gally propose or something?"

"Thomas, will you let me fuckin' speak, Jesus Christ." You snapped, annoyed at yourself for feeling like you wanted to burst out into tears. "I'm pregnant." Just like ripping off a band aid.

Thomas blinked a few times, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What?" He almost stuttered. "Are…are you sure? Like…have you been getting your…ya know."

You rolled your eyes. "No, I haven't gotten my period in like, three weeks. And I've been getting morning sickness." Thomas stayed silent, his gaze distant and hazy. "Well, say something."

Thomas hesitated before speaking. "Are you keeping it?"

"Of course."

"Does Gally know?"

You bit your lip, your anxiety skyrocketing at the thought. "No, not yet. I'm telling you first because I want someone in my corner, just in case things go wrong. I can count on you, right?"

"Of course you can, it's just a lot to take in. I'm honored that you trusted me enough to tell me, despite my past…differences with Gally. I got your back, always." You smiled tearfully as you pulled him into a tight hug, a relieved sigh escaping your mouth, knowing that you'd be okay regardless of the outcome of your upcoming confrontation with your boyfriend. "I get to be the godfather, right?"

You pulled away and punched Thomas in the shoulder. "Cool uncle, more like."

"Hey, I'll take it. I'll be the best goddamn uncle to my little niece or nephew."

You whined a little. "I guess…I have to go tell Gal now."

Walking side by side with Thomas to you and Gally's shared hut, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread, like something terrible was going to happen. Gally loved you, and you loved him, everything would be fine, right? That's what you had to tell yourself, and you hoped to God that it would hold true. You wiped your palms against your shirt every five seconds with how much they started to sweat.

"If Gally doesn't accept this, I'll tackle him and punch him in his stupid teeth." Thomas seethed, cracking his knuckles obnoxiously.

"You can try, sure." You replied plainly, Thomas revving up to be protective big brother not helping ease your nerves in the slightest.

"What do you mean try? Remember when I did actually tackle and punch him?"

"That's only cause he let you, Thomas."

"Jeez, you're already such a mean pregnant lady." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?" You snapped, Thomas immediately cowering in fear.

"Sorry. Sorry." He whimpered.

"That's what I thought." You rolled your eyes. Usually, you weren't so quick to snap at others, but you could just blame it on the hormones, or just your nervousness that was going to eat you alive. Standing outside of you and Gally's hut, you felt like you were going to vomit...again. You were already over that part of being pregnant. You exhaled shakily as you looked to Thomas with tears brimming your eyes. "I don't know if I can do this..."

"Hey, hey," Thomas hugged you tightly, rubbing your arms, "you can do this. You're strong. You managed to survive everything we've been through along with us. If you can survive Grievers, Cranks, the Scorch...you can do anything. Plus, Gally loves you and he'd do anything for you. I don't think you can possibly do anything that could scare him away; he's stubborn, that one." You nodded, giving him a grateful smile. "I'll be right out here if you need me, okay?"

Before you could chicken out, you knocked on the front door to your hut and entered, immediately greeted with a warm smile by your favorite person in the entire world. "Hey, baby," Gally kissed you on the cheek, a soft grip on your waist, "you feeling any better today?"

"Uh, yeah, a little bit." You smiled back, taking his hands off your waist to kiss his knuckles. "How's your day been?"

"Eh, it's been alright. Fry's making me build him his own private shack where he can cook, and I don't know if that'll be a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe he'll start making things that don't taste like literal klunk." He chuckled to himself, which you only gave a short nervous laugh in return. "It's probably what's making you throw up so much. You need to stop trying his experiments, I don't care how much he begs you."

"Well, I'll feel like a bad friend otherwise."

"You could never. It's not in your DNA to be a bad friend, or a bad partner." He winked, making you blush.

God, why was telling Thomas so much easier, you thought.

You dug your fingernails into the palm of your hand as you spoke. "Actually...I think I know why I've been throwing up lately."

"Oh? Do you have a stomach virus or something?"

"Uh, you could say that." You chuckled nervously, crossing your arms over your stomach.

Gally walked up to you with a concerned expression, his eyebrows knitted together, tilting your chin up to look at him. "What's wrong?" He asked softly, his gaze making you want to melt into the floorboards.

"Gally, I'm-" You felt the sting of tears pricking your eyes, a whimper trying to escape your mouth. "I'm pregnant..."

Gally's hand fell from your chin, and he stumbled backwards, almost like the sentence had slapped him in the face. He turned around quickly as your tears finally spilled over, his back facing you. You couldn't see his face, but you already assumed the worst. You placed your hands over your mouth to stop your crying squeaks, shutting your eyes tightly and wishing you could just disappear into thin air.

You only opened your eyes when you felt the warm touch of Gally's hand on your cheek, tears in his own eyes and a blush dusting his freckled face. "How long have you known?" He whispered, gently thumbing away your tears.

"Not long. Are you mad?"

Gally shook his head with a grin. "No. No. You're having my baby, how could I be? Wait, it is mine, right?"

"Yes, of course." You laughed tearfully.

Gally leaned down and passionately connected his lips with yours, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up slightly. He hugged you so tightly you almost couldn't breathe, but you couldn't think of anything else other than the immense relief you felt. "God, I love you so much." Gally kissed you once more before setting you down, kneeling down on his knees in front of you.

"What are you doing?"

Gally didn't answer as he pulled you close to him, leaning his forehead against your stomach. You gasped lightly as he lifted up your shirt and placed a kiss on the exposed flesh, the gentle but intimate gesture sending heat straight to the apex of your legs. "I'm gonna be a dad." He laughed breathlessly, continuing to pepper kisses along your abdomen, stopping at this waistband of your pants. "God, I want you so bad, need to show you how much I love you. Oh, but, will that hurt the baby?" He suddenly stood up, a nervous expression in his eyes, making you chuckle.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's fine." Gally grinned, leaning forward to kiss you but you quickly stopped him. "Wait, wait, Thomas is right outside."

Gally tilted his head in confusion. "What? Why?"

You bit your lip, a guilty smile gracing your lips. "I, uh, was really nervous about telling you, as you saw for yourself. I just wanted to make sure I had a backup plan. We never really talked about it, so I didn't know what your opinions were. But, now I know that I didn't need to worry. I'm sorry."

Gally sighed, kissing your forehead. "It's okay, just tell him to get outta here before I punch him in his stupid teeth." He said, making you chuckle. "What?"

"Nothing."

Later that night, you couldn't believe how well Gally was handling the news, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were that Gally was in your life. You kept running your fingers through his short sandy blonde hair as he laid on you in your bed, one hand caressing your stomach, occasionally placing kisses on the soft skin. "Do you think he can hear me?" Gally wondered aloud.

"It's literally just a cluster of cells right now, Gal, hasn't even developed ears yet." You snickered. "And you think it's gonna be a he?"

"Yep. Father's intuition."

You rolled your eyes. "Right. I say it'll be a she. Mother's intuition, mostly just to spite you though."

You felt Gally smirk against your skin, bringing his head up to look at you. "Whoever our child turns out to be, they'll be amazing, just like you." He kissed the tip of your nose, poking it right after. "You're gonna be a great mother, I hope I'll be able to keep up with you." He chuckled weakly, insecurity evident in his expression.

"Hey," You whispered softly, moving Gally so that you were straddling him, hearing him grunt as you settling in close. "you're going to be amazing as well, okay? You're already handling this so well." You planted a gentle kiss on the underside of his chin. "I love you, Gally. Nothing's gonna change that."

"I just want to be someone you deserve, the father our child deserves. I don't want to let you down." His voiced wavered, angrily wiping away one of his fallen tears.

"We'll figure this out together, okay? One day at a time."

"There's no one I'd rather spend the rest of my life with than you, you know that right?" Gally smiled.

You nodded, mirroring his smile with your own. "Yeah, I did know that."

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this is the ONLY time i will ever write a pregnancy fic, never ever again. if i do, put me out of my misery cause i'd obviously be in the midst of a psychotic break

on another note, i mostly use song titles for my works. i think i might start adding the name of the bands too, just so y'all know where I got the titles from. This one was from We Came As Romans, they have a song called To Plant a Seed off that same titled album. If you like metalcore, check em out, they're talented folks

Ooh ooh can you do newt or Thomas falling for Gally’s little sister? And him just being his normal grumpy self about it?? Please

When I think of Gally, I never think "brother"...but sure! Lmao. Got a little bit carried away with this one sooo, enjoy?

2k words🤙🏻

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You had a brother, and you didn't even remember. Well, until you got stung by a Griever.

Being stuck in a Maze full of girls and one boy, it didn't even occur to you to wonder if you had any family outside of the concrete walls. You only considered your fellow Icers to be your family. But being one of the few lucky (or unlucky) souls that lived through getting stung by a Griever, you remembered so much; not a lot, but you didn't care that you couldn't, you were just so thankful you could remember Gally.

After escaping the Maze, you prayed to every deity you could think of hoping that Gally survived somehow, wherever he was.

Seeing the new arrivals from Group A, seeing that it was mostly boys and one girl, you knew that had to be where Gally was. You didn't even hesitate, you ran up to the group as they entered the cafeteria, all wide-eyed and staring at you like you were a lunatic. "Is Gally with you?" Your question seemed to make everyone speechless, a few seconds having to pass before one boy spoke up.

"Wait, you know Gally?" A blonde boy with a British accent asked.

"He's my brother."

"He's dead." A voice rang out, coming from the brown haired boy that stood in front of the group.

You froze, feeling your heart beat erratically. "What?" You stuttered.

"Are you deaf? I said he's dead, and he had it coming."

"Tommy-" The blonde placed his hand on "Tommy's" shoulder, but he pushed him off.

"He killed my friend, tried to kill me, all of us. He was insane-" You couldn't let him speak any longer, you cut him off by landing a rough punch to his cheek. He stumbled backwards, obviously getting caught by surprise. You moved to hit him again, but you were quickly detained by a couple of guards who were watching the whole encounter.

"You bastard!" You screamed, not caring who was watching or who heard you; you were in such agony that you couldn't even think. Your fist ached to wipe that almost smug look off of that brunette's face, even though it was already throbbing from when you first hit him. At that point, it didn't matter. You couldn't find it in yourself to care where the guards were dragging you.

The next day, by some miracle or stroke of luck, you managed to befriend the blonde who you now learned was called Newt. He apologized for his friend's behavior, and he filled you in on everything that happened to your brother. It was a shock, a painful one, to hear what he did under the influence of Griever venom, but it didn't lessen your love for him, not one bit. Newt tried to make you understand that Thomas wasn't a bad guy, he was just in pain from his own loss and needed someone to blame. It didn't matter what he said, you still felt deep anger for the so called leader.

But as your luck would have it, you were all but forced to join Thomas' group. Learning that you were all in a W.C.K.D. compound, you didn't really have a choice in the matter. Aris seemed to trust them, and Newt was good at convincing you, so you were doomed from the start.

It was tense in the beginning, having to be in the company of the boy you attacked, a nice purple bruise formed on his cheekbone that managed to stay there for awhile. You tried to hide that fact that you smirked every time you spotted the shiner, but apparently not well enough.

It became almost comical how often you and Thomas would bicker back and forth, every day, any chance you both got. Of course, neither of you thought it was amusing, but everyone thought so, and that was even more annoying. Some days, you wished you had stayed at that W.C.K.D. facility, getting your blood drained sounded more appealing than having to converse with Thomas the blockhead every day.

You tried to fight it, your growing affection for the idiot. You found yourself...caring, about the boy. It was hard to ignore, how your chest seemed to tighten unbearably whenever you feared for his life, how you felt heat rise up beneath the skin of your cheeks whenever he said your name, even if it was in anger or annoyance. There came a point when you couldn't hide it anymore, when Thomas stopped hissing your name and started to speak it more delicately, almost fondly.

Likewise with Thomas, he started to care for you. It was a drastic change from when you two first met, absolutely hating each other to saving each other's lives from time to time. Being Gally's sister, Thomas viewed you as someone not to be trusted, even before he actually knew you. His hatred for Gally seemed to pass over to you, even though you were your own person. The punch you managed to land on him just strengthened that belief. But he couldn't refuse Newt when he talked him into taking you with them when they planned to escape. Then, he was forced to get along with you.

It didn't take long for Thomas to view you as someone different from Gally, before you were one and the same, but you had a kind of softness that he never saw in Gally. He grew self-conscious of his interactions with you after the group started joking that you both argued like an old married couple, as if they even knew what that looked like. But they were eventually proved right when Thomas started to protect you more than others, he just brushed it off by saying you were the weakest and needed to be treated as such. He totally didn't do it because he was afraid of losing you, how stupid would that be...

The betrayal of Teresa only brought the both of you closer, sharing in the pain of losing family, even if it was different circumstances. Thomas staring into your soul with those big brown eyes, you so badly wanted to kiss him, but you remembered how hatful he was to you in the beginning, how you were as well, you thought he couldn't possibly reciprocate if you were to lean in; the thought along scared you out of doing it.

As you started planning the details of recusing Minho, the unexpected happened. You were all captured by men in masks, put in the back of vans and transported to who knows where. But when the leader took off his mask, you almost fainted.

"Gally?"

Your trembling voice seemed to echo throughout the group, causing Gally to almost drop his gun. "Y/n?" He remembered you, he actually remembered you.

You went to jump into his arms, but Thomas beat you to the punch, literally. You immediately went to stop him from beating Gally to a pulp, along with Newt, convincing him to back off. "Kinda had that coming." Gally rubbed his aching jaw.

Like most family reunions, it was awkward at first. You had so much you wanted to tell Gally, and you could tell he did too, but business came first. But eventually, you did have time alone with him. You talked about what you remembered about each other, time in the Mazes, how he survived, how you ended up with Thomas' group. You were just so happy to have your brother back, even if no one else shared the same sentiment. You had actual flesh and blood in this world, it was a feeling you couldn't even begin to describe.

You instantly picked up on Thomas' wariness of your brother, the last memory of him killing someone important to him. But you tried to get across that Gally wasn't that same person in the Glade, he was different now, more grown up and mature. "Come on, Thomas, just give him a second chance. Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance? You gave me one."

"That was different. You punched me, not killed one of my friends."

You sighed. "Gally was stung, Thomas. You know how that affects people."

Thomas didn't want to budge on his opinion, but he knew you were right. Your pleading eyes didn't really make him stand a chance anyway. He promised you he'd play nice, even though ever fiber of his being wanted to put another spear through the guy's chest.

For Gally, seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, filling his lung. You were always going to be his baby sister, even if you were grown and could take care of yourself. You managed to make it through the Scorch and could outrun Cranks, he was proud of you. What worried him though was how close you seemed to be with Thomas. It's not like Gally hated Thomas like he did him, but that big brother side of him wanted to shield you away from anyone and everyone, Thomas was no exception.

It was funny at first, Gally being overprotective of you, but it soon lost its charm. Every time you were alone with Thomas, Gally always managed to show up at the worst times. It annoyed you and you could clearly see how it annoyed Thomas, but Gally always had an amused smirk on his face.

You loved your brother and you had missed him so much, but he needed to chill out. "Why must you follow me around like a lost puppy, Gal?" You whined.

"What? I can't make sure my baby sister is okay?"

"I'm not a baby anymore, Gally. I can take care of myself. I don't need you hovering over my shoulder all the time."

"It's my responsibility to make sure you stay out of trouble, especially when you're always hanging around Thomas." He mumbled that last half of that sentence.

You scoffed. "Oh come on. Really?"

"I see the way you two look at each other. Need I remind you that he left me to die?"

"Gally..." You spoke softly. "That was a long time ago, you both were different then. Truth is, I've been on my own for most of my life, I've had to learn how to take care of myself. I love that you're back in my life, I've missed you so much...but I don't need you to take care of me anymore."

Gally chuckled weakly. "My earliest memory is having to take care of you...you scraped your knee after falling down on the sidewalk and you were crying. I cleaned you up, put a Band-Aid on your cut and kissed it. I said that...I said that-"

"Your kisses were magic, that they could heal any wound."

"Then you said that magic wasn't real, stupidhead." He chuckled softly, his smile turning into a frown.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore, Gally. And as for Thomas...I care about it, a lot. And he cares about me. He's a good guy, you just have to give him a chance."

Gally sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. But if he even looks at you the wrong way, he'll be six feet under faster than he can say wicked."

Eventually, you could see a pleasant change in Thomas' behavior around Gally. After the war with W.C.K.D. and the rescue mission, he and Gally seemed to grow closer, just a little bit. But it was even to make you know that everything would be okay.

"So, are you and Gal best buds now?" You teased Thomas, poking his side while to two of you sat next to the campfire together.

Thomas scoffed, smacking your hand away. "Yeah, right. He wished he could be best friends with me, I'm too cool for him."

"Not." You snorted. "My brother is the coolest person I know."

"Well, am I at least in second place?"

You giggled. "Yes, of course." You placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Just a kiss on the cheek? What, is Gally around or something?" He looked around obnoxiously. "No, I don't see him anywhere."

"Oh, shut up, ya idiot." You shut him up by placing a kiss on his lips, feeling him smile as he raised his hand up to hold the back of your head.

"Hey, hey, hey, cut that out." You both groaned as Gally's voiced boomed in your ears, causing you both to hesitantly pull away from each other.

"Gally the cockblock, who would've thought?"

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apparently group B were called Icers in the graphic novels? The more you knowww

this is weird for me to like request but can you like write a really fluffy soft ff abt gally and its x reader i love soft gally sm

Nothing weird about it, lovely. I love getting requests! And I love Gally very very much.

Warnings: none, just fluff (no gender specific pronouns for this one, can be read as GN or F!Reader)

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It was yet another noisy day in the Safe Haven. Buildings were being built, food was being cooked, people were talking and laughing.

But your head was just not in it for some reason.

Minho had told a funny joke and everyone laughed, but all you could manage was a chuckle. It was unlike you, especially around your friends. Your boyfriend, Gally, was always quick to notice how you were feeling, sometimes even before you knew yourself. Just one look from him was all it took for you to know that he realized you weren’t having fun, causing a crease in his brow to form.

“What’s got you down, babe?” Gally gently pushed his shoulder against yours, the water in the cup he was holding sloshing around with the sudden movement. 

You sighed wistfully, slightly shrugging. “Don’t know, woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” Gally smirked, knowing fully well that was not true, but you lightly swatted his shoulder with an eyeroll. “Maybe it’s just one of those days?”

Gally frowned. “I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed your temple. Yeah, it was just like that sometimes. Everyone had their days where past memories just seem to sneak up on them out of nowhere. It could be debilitating, especially when there was work to be done. It felt like there just wasn’t time for bad days anymore. “Hey, it’s a really pretty day out. Why don’t you go take a walk or something? Clear your head? Or try to, at least.”

You nodded, offering a small smile. “I’ll do that. Be back soon, love you.” You quickly placed a chaste kiss on his lips, your smile growing when you lightly pinched your side before you left.

It was one of those rare days on the island where the temperature wasn’t too scalding, a cool breeze from the ocean fanning out and flowing through the Haven and into the trees beyond the beach, making a whistling noise that whisked past your ears.

Journeying through the path that was made through the woods a while ago by the workers, you soon heard a noise that wasn’t the builders, wasn’t the wind, wasn’t the ocean. It was foreign to you, yet familiar, like it was a sound you should have known but had forgotten. It was high pitched and squeaky, you thought of birds but you knew it would’ve sounded too different. You intently followed the noise, trying to find the source. It was getting closer and closer until you heard a hiss. Snakes? No, can’t be.

You yelped as you suddenly felt a sharp burning on your leg, recoiling back and seeing tiny claw marks. Looking for the culprit, you almost immediately melted. A cat. That’s what it was. You had a vague memory of them from before, but you never saw one in person. 

It made the hissing sound again, its ears flattened back and its fur sticking up. It was scared, but it had nothing to be scared of, definitely not from you. It was so cute though, you had the primal urge to pet it, but that would just get you bitten. 

You slowly lowered yourself to the ground, trying to make yourself as non threatening as possible. “It’s okay, little one.” You spoke softly, extending your hand a tiny bit and making kissing noises. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

The cat eyed you, its ears pointed and its tail thrashed, trying to figure you out. It slowly walked towards you, sniffing your fingers, its teeth lightly grazing you. It meowed, and the sound almost made you implode. “May I pet you?” You asked in a high pitched voice, trying not to awe out loud when the cat nuzzled you. “Oh…my…god.” You whispered excitedly, slowly petting the cat’s head until it moved closer to rub itself against your leg, gently licking the wound it created. Were you the chosen one?

Now, you weren’t too knowledgeable about animals other than farm animals, but even then you were pretty sure none of them would have tried to lead you somewhere but that’s what this cat seemed to be doing. It was like something that only happened in fairytales, and you were sure as shit that you weren’t in a fairytale. But you followed the feline anyway.

As if you couldn’t get any weaker from cuteness, you followed the kitty to find out that she was a momma kitty, leading you to her litter of kittens that was the source of the squeaking earlier. You had to stop yourself from squealing. There were five of them, all cuddled up together and they were so small, almost like they were just born. They looked so fragile, but the momma cat seemed to be alright with you petting them.

The cat meowed at you again, gently pulling one of her kittens by the back of the neck and bringing it to you. Did she want you to bring them back to camp? You didn’t have to be asked twice.

You took off your jacket, gathering all the kittens and carefully picking them up, making sure they weren’t going to fall. The momma cat followed you closely as you walked back to camp, keeping a close eye on you as well.

You were wearing a large grin on your face as you walked back into camp, quickly calling over everyone and anyone that was nearby. “Look what I found in the woods!” You called out, beckoning over your friends and boyfriend.

Minho squealed uncharastically, immediately picking up one of the kittens gently. “Dude, they’re so cute!” He smiled, snuggling the tiny creature.

“Looks like that walk did you good, huh?” Gally chuckled, keeping a short distance away but still leaning to get a look at the cats.

“I mean, we have to keep them, right? They were all alone out there and it didn’t seem right to just leave them.”

“Does anyone even know how to take care of cats?” Minho asked, “I’m all for keeping them though.”

“Guess we’ll take it one day at a time?”

“Where do we keep them?”

“I’ll keep them in my hut for now.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Gally joined in the conversation, “why do we have to keep them? Why can’t Minho take them since he seems so smitten?”

“I don’t know what to do with cats, man.” Minho snapped.

“Gal, it’s fine. We can figure it out.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

Gally frowned. “I don’t know…”

“Good thing you’re not the boss of me.” You shrugged, carefully taking back the kitten Minho held onto and walked to your hut with Gally trailed behind. “Do you not like cats or something?” You asked, placing all the kittens on the floor next to your bed.

“No, it’s not that I don’t like them. It’s just another responsibility I don’t have time for. But feel free to let these things take up all your time, I’m sure Vince won’t have any issues with that.”

For creatures so small, they sure did take a lot of time and energy to keep them all safe and alive. You figured out their needs pretty quickly. You talked to other people at camp and a lot were interested in helping you out with taking care of them, especially Minho. The kittens got big pretty quickly, and they were weaned off their mother. 

Gally seemed pretty indifferent towards the cats, much to your dismay. He never even tried to bond with them, and he was annoyed that he didn’t have you all to himself anymore. But as the kittens grew older and didn’t need constant attention anymore, he loosened up a little. You could tell he was happy when the kittens went to new homes. You did keep one kitten, while the momma cat was everyone’s really, roaming around the Haven whenever she pleased.

Gally was reluctant to keep one of the kittens, but he had no choice in the matter. You were absolutely in love with yours, having it always by your side even when you slept, treating it like it was your own child in a way. You always had a nice chuckle whenever the kitten tried to nuzzle up to Gally, only for him to get really uncomfortable and give you pleading looks until you took the cat away.

It was only a couple months later when you came back to your hut one day, not finding your kitty or Gally. Finally searching your bedroom is where you found both of them, and it was the sweetest sight.

Gally was taking a nap on your bed, laying on his back with your cat laying right on top of him. He had fallen asleep petting the cat, his hand still tangled in its fur. You could hear its purring from the doorframe. You wished you could take a picture of the moment.

You slowly crawled on your bed, careful not to wake Gally, laying beside him and nuzzling up to his side while taking your hand to join his on your cat. You smiled as he instinctively moved to wrap his arm around you, turning on his side, ultimately moving the cat to be sandwiched between the two of you. “Hey, baby…” Gally whispered sleepily.

“Hi there.” You giggled.

“What’s so funny, hm?”

“Oh nothing, just thought you didn’t like cats and yet I found you here cuddling with mine.” You pet the purring cat in between you and Gally, its eyes closing to go back to sleep.

Gally blushed as he looked down to see the cat, rolling his eyes as he fought off a smile. “Okay, I admit it. It grew on me a bit.” He huffed, allowing himself to pet the cat alongside you. “But you tell anyone, I’ll throw this cat out.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him.

“Okay, I wouldn’t do that, but at least don’t tell Minho. He’s become a crazy cat lady and he’d never let me live it down.”

You laughed softly. “Fine, fine. But can you admit that you love this cat now?”

“Don’t push it now.”

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i'm allergic to cats...like deathly allergic. it makes me very sad.

heyyyyy!! (i’ve never requested smt before so plz don’t mind my awkwardness) could you do smt with will poulter where he’s kinda subby (or not, lol it’s up to u), but he’s obsessed with eating reader out, and then they fuck? (also if u could like imply short!reader or thicc!reader (or both, yk) that would also be fantastic!).

anyways, i love ur work and tysm for writing!

Aw, you're not awkward at all! I'm honored I'm the first person you've requested a story from🥺👉🏻👈🏻💕 I kinda feel weird writing for Will at the moment, still kinda getting over the knowledge that he has a girlfriend now...i'm not jealous i swear😅 *cough*...anyway, so i'm making this Gally if that's okay? I've already gotten a Gally sub request so I thought this could knock out two birds with one stone

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), kinda sub!Gally, orgasm denial, oral (f and m!receiving), degradation, humiliation (if you squint), biting, femdom kindaa, one singular utterance of the word "mommy"🙈

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Gally was the least submissive person you had ever known. You wanted to be the dominant one for once, but you never knew how to get him in that space because he never ever did. You had to get clever.

One of Gally’s favorite things to do was eating you out. The boy lived for it. So you thought that maybe taking that away from him for a while would get him desperate enough to submit to you, at least for a little bit.

You had hatched your plan. You had no idea if it would work, but it would have to. You were determined to not give him before he did, you knew you were stubborn enough.

The day was almost over, soon everyone would turn in after work, including Gally. You both had your own separate huts, you had no idea why considering he always snuck into yours almost every night. He practically lived with you. But that was all the more reason you felt comfortable enough to issue this challenge without fear of being stuck with him if it went wrong.

You laid down on your bed, discarding your clothes, your skin prickling with goosebumps from being exposed to the cool air. You were tingling with anticipation, your nipples hardening and perking up, moaning softly as you reached up to pinch them roughly. Running your hands down your curves to reach your mound, spreading your legs and running your fingers through your slicked up folds. You sighed as you rubbed slow and light circles on your aching clit, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly.

Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing. Gally was finally here. You smiled for a second before continuing to pleasure yourself, pretending you didn’t notice him come in.

“Now what do we have here?” You gasped as Gally suddenly appeared in your bedroom door frame, a wide mischievous smirk adorning on his face. “What makes you think you can do this without my permission, huh?” He teased, his eyes darkening as he feasted on the sight of you.

You swallowed, you could do this. “And what makes you think I need your permission?” You responded tremulously, your pussy already responding to Gally’s domineering attitude, his eyes narrowing at your comment. But nope, you weren’t going to give in that easily. You wanted to get your way.

Gally slowly sauntered over to you, but still staying a couple feet away, hovering over you intimidatingly. “Excuse me?” He spoke lowly, an amused smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “What are you up to, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you rough tonight, huh? I can do that.”

“No.” You quickly said, taking a deep breath. “The opposite actually.” He gave you a confused expression, stepping back as you got up from your bed, looking up at him with sultry eyes. “I want you to be my submissive tonight. I want you to obey my every command like a good boy. Understand?”

Gally looked you up and down before letting out a laugh, causing you to scowl. “Aw baby, it’s cute you think I could do something like that. But no, sorry. I don’t think that’s what you really want. Clearly, you’re trying to get me all riled up so I can fuck you until you beg me to stop. Right?” He took steps towards you and leaned down to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him before he could.

“I’m being serious, Gally.”

“I am too, baby.”

You refused to pout or sulk, you held your head up high as you could, keeping a small smirk on your face. “Have it your way, Gal. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You turned away from him and put on your overnight clothes.

“Oh, come on.” Gally huffed. “You’re really gonna be this stubborn about this? Seeing you touch yourself like that made me so hard for you, babe. I wanna ravish that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” You smiled tauntingly, motioning him to leave your hut.

“You really wanna play this game, huh?” Gally smirked. “Fine. I’ll play, cause I know I’m gonna win. In a few days, when you can’t give yourself an orgasm like I can, you’re gonna be on your knees begging for me to fuck you. If you give in now, I won’t tie you up and bring you to the edge just to stop over and over again. Deal?”

You scoffed. “No deal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta finish what I started.” You blew him a kiss.

Gally frowned. “Game on, sweetheart. Game on.”

It was the first day of this game you started. After having a wonderful night’s sleep after making yourself come a couple times, you woke up with a smile, excited for the day. You hummed to yourself as you got ready for work, greeting everyone you walked by as you headed further into camp. It was perfect timing because you got to work with Gally this week, after some convincing with Vince. You usually cooked with Fry or helped out in medical, but you needed this to happen in order for things to go your way. You were a Builder in the Glade so it worked out.

As you helped saw some wood, you suddenly felt a hand on your hip and warm breath on your neck. “Come to your senses yet, sweetheart?” Gally teased, his grip on you tightening. “Were you even able to make yourself come last night, baby? It must’ve been frustrating.”

You turned around quickly, a prideful smirk on your face. “Actually, I made myself come twice after you left. I enjoyed myself very much, and got excellent sleep too.” You shoved him out of the way so you could leave to get more wood. But Gally grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him.

“Come on, Y/n. Don’t do this. I know you wanna prove a point but it’s no use. You’re never gonna get me to sub.”

You shrugged. “Oh well.” You looked down at your wrist. “Let go, please?”

Gally sighed as he released his grip from you, rolling his eyes as he tried to shift his focus back on work.

You felt Gally’s eyes on you the whole day, frowning or scowling whenever you stole a glance at him. It just made you giggle. You had no problem with getting him frustrated, you knew no matter how far you pushed him, he’d never force you to do anything even if you were teasing him.

It was night and you sat on your bed reading a book, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. The door to your hut opened and you put down your book, anxious to see if Gally was ready to submit to you yet. He walked in your room with a smug expression. Welp, there goes that hope. “Still continuing this silly game?” He asked.

“I don’t find it silly.” You smirked, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening pussy underneath your extra large shirt, sliding the end of the shirt up your thighs to reveal more. “Frankly, I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would.” You teased your entrance in front of Gally, whose eyes were fixed on your fingers going in and out of your cunt, a tent forming in his pants already.

“Do you wanna be able to walk in the morning?”

“You’re not fucking me, Gally. Not tonight. Not until I get what I want.”

Gally groaned, frowning for the umpteenth time that day. “Seriously? You can’t touch yourself in front of me expecting me not to fuck you? You can’t do this.”

“Watch me, sweetheart.”

Day two and you were starting to believe you actually had a chance of winning this game. Gally looked like a kicked puppy last night. You were surely giving him blue balls by now, but you were still keeping your pussy happy and satisfied every night without him. Honestly, from the looks of it, it was more of a punishment for him than it was for you. You could go without sex, for the sake of a challenge of course. Most of the time, Gally was on you like a dog in heat, so you were pretty positive that you could outlast him.

You almost felt sorry for him as you saw him in the morning. He looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep, he had bags under his eyes and he looked unkempt. If that was all from a lack of sex, you started to think it was a problem and maybe this was good for him. But he could put all that suffering to an end if he just gave in. Oh well.

“How was your night?” You asked as you sat together during lunch.

Gally scoffed as he picked at his food. “Fine. Yours?”

“Really good.” You smirked, running your finger through your plate and slowly licking the food off your finger while keeping eye contact with Gally, sucking on the digit before releasing it with a pop. “Mm, Fry’s gotten better at cooking, wouldn’t you say?” You jumped slightly as Gally pushed his plate away and stormed off to his hut, rolling your eyes as you followed him after a few minutes.

You entered his hut without knocking, walking into his room to see him jerking himself off on his bed, but stopping as soon as you walked in. “Aw, is someone frustrated?” You giggled. “Please, continue. Don’t let me stop you. I’ve been getting off every night, so you should be too.”

“It…it’s not the same.” He huffed in annoyance, stuffing himself back in his pants. He stood up and walked to you, gently caressing your face. “Please, Y/n, let me fuck you. I’m gonna go crazy if I can’t soon. Let me eat you out at least.”

You smiled sympathetically, leaning up and standing on your tiptoes to give him a passionate kiss, the simple act eliciting a moan from Gally. “Of course you can, baby. But first…get on your knees.” You said as you pulled away.

“What?” He stuttered.

“You heard me. On. Your. Knees.” You smiled sweetly.

Gally groaned loudly, turning away from you and punching a wall. “Fuck sake.”

“I suppose that’s a no then?” You frowned. “Guess I’ll leave you to your business then.” That night Gally didn’t even come to your hut, you were left to yourself and your own fingers yet again. 

Two more days passed and Gally had decided he wasn’t even going to talk to you, trying not to even look at you because if he looked at you then he’d get horny and he wouldn’t be able to relieve himself like he would want to. You were doing perfectly though. You were proud of getting work done and you didn’t go a night without being satisfied. It was quite lovely. Though you did start to worry about Gally and…well, his dick. He still looked like he never got sleep which was more concerning. You started to wonder if you should quit this game…

You were almost done reading a book as you heard a knock on your door. Curious who it could’ve been, you put some pajama pants on to cover what your oversized shirt couldn’t. You furrowed your brows when you opened the door to see Gally on the other side. “You didn’t have to knock.” You giggled. “Thought you were someone else.”

“Can I come in?” He asked nervously.

“Uh, yeah, of course.” You allowed him in and shut the door, turning around to see him with tears brimming his eyes. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I…I haven’t been able to make myself come…since you stopped letting me have sex with you. Every time I try, no matter how long I jerk off, I can’t fucking come.” He ranted, his fists clenched at his sides. “I need you, baby. I need you to make me come.”

You felt sorry for him, but you still gave him a look that told him you still weren’t going to let up.

Gally sighed shakily, slowly lowering himself to his knees. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. “Please…” He whispered, looking up at you pitifully.

You smiled softly, leaning down to kiss him, bringing him back up on his feet. “It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” You led him to your bed, slowly lifting up his shirt and almost drooling at this sight of him. “So handsome…Undress me.” You ordered, Gally eagerly lifting up his hands to remove your shirt. “Slowly.” You scolded.

You weren’t wearing a bra, so your tits bounced freely as Gally lifted and removed the shirt, letting out a shaky exhale as he finally saw your breasts for the first time in almost a week. “Fuck, baby…” He breathed as he started to lean down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, but you stopped him.

“Relax. Lay down.” Gally did as you asked reluctantly, huffing silently as he laid down, awaiting your next move. He hummed as you ran your hands up and down his naked torso, kissing down his abs and biting down occasionally, unbuckling his pants and pulling them and his underwear down his legs. His cockhead was a bright red, twitching against his stomach and the tip leaking precum that puddled onto his happy trail. “My poor baby, all this time without being able to relieve yourself? Must’ve been so miserable.” Gally moaned loudly as you licked a stipe up the underside of his cock. Then, a noise you’ve never heard from him escaping his lips, a whimper. You actually made Gally whimper. You chuckled. “You could probably come so easily right now, huh? Want me to do that? Make you come? Want me to drain your cock all night?”

“God, fuck yes.” He panted, his face flushed red almost resembling the tip of his cock.

You took his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head very slowly, making Gally moan pitifully. It wasn’t even a couple minutes of sucking him off that he spilled into your mouth, various curses and groans leaving his mouth as he bucked into you. “Wow, you didn’t last long at all. Bad boy.”

“I-I’m sorry…it just felt so good.”

You hummed in disapproval. “I suppose you could make it up to me. Would you like that? Wanna make me feel good too?” He nodded vigorously, leaning forwards to kiss you roughly but you quickly stopped that. “Lay back down.” You crawled on top of him, making your pussy hover over his face. “You’ve made me so wet, baby. See how wet you’ve made me from obeying me like this?” Gally tried to lean up to taste you, but you kept a knee on his shoulder, making him stay put. “Beg to eat my pussy.”

Gally blinked up at you in surprise. It was weird, usually you were the one to beg him. Oh, how the tables have turned. “Please, Y/n…” He whispered.

“Please, what?” You smirked.

“Please, baby, let me eat you out. I wanna taste you so bad. I need to taste you.” He finally begged and you moaned in pleasure before he even did anything to you. You lowered yourself down onto his face and crying out as he quickly devoured you, licking up and down your folds and focusing his tongue to play at your clit.

“Fuck, Gally.” You moaned, bucking your hips against his face, grabbing onto his hair tightly as you rode him. “Feels so good, baby. You’re making me feel so good.” You groaned as he started teasing your entrance with his tongue, sinking in and making your wall clench around him. “Yes…” You whispered, leaning back to stroke his cock, his moans sending soft vibrations into your pussy. “Getting hard again already?” You chuckled breathlessly. “Poor baby’s been so deprived, huh?"

You gasped loudly as Gally traveled back to your clit, sucking and licking on it mercilessly. You felt those shocks of pleasure shoot throughout your entire body, making you writhe and squirm on his face, allowing your body to give in to this primal force inside you. “Oh fuck, baby. I’m so close. Make me come, make mommy come, baby.” You squealed, riding Gally’s face harder with abandon, desperate to reach that peak.

You finally let out a strangled moan as you came on Gally’s tongue, lightning bolts of euphoria traveling through your veins and causing goosebumps to rise all over your body, your nipples hardening almost painfully as you rode out your orgasm. It was so all encompassing that your vision went hazy for a split second. You then shakily moved off of Gally’s face, a proud smile on his face. “So fucking talented.” You smirked, kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“Please…” He whispered breathlessly.

“That’s a good boy, using your manners.” You saw Gally lick his lips as you hovered over him, lining his cock up with your soaked entrance, groaning loudly as you finally sunk down on him. “I only have one rule: you can fuck me, but don’t touch me, let me ride you.” That made him frown, but his lips quickly formed an o shape as you started to bounce on his dick.

You scowled as you felt Gally’s hands reach up and grope at your breasts, but you quickly slapped them away and pinned them on each side of his head. “What did I fucking say?” You scolded, your angry tone almost scaring yourself, but you put on a dark smile. “Baby? What did I tell you, hm?”

“Not to touch you…”

“Exactly, so why did you disobey me?”

“I just…I needed to feel you, to hold you.” He looked so soft, so vulnerable, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

You heard Gally whine as you got off of him, looking at you in hurt curiosity as you grabbed his belt from the floor. “To make sure you don’t disobey me again.” You snapped the belt, making him flinch. “Hands together for me, above your head.” You were almost surprised when he listened to you immediately, allowing you to tie both his hands together with his own belt. “You look so pretty like that.” You chuckled softly, kissing him before sinking back on his cock. “Now, behave, my love.”

“Fuck…” Gally moaned, his hands balled into fists and his head thrown back in pleasure, giving you easy access to bite the sensitive flesh on his neck. “Baby…” He whimpered, unable to stop himself from bucking up into you.

“God, it’s like your cock was made for me.” You moaned as he thrusted up against that special spot inside you, the faintest beginning of another orgasm starting to build in your core. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come again.” You chuckled breathlessly.

“Let me touch you.” Gally whined. “Please. I need to touch you.” At that point, you were too fucked out to continue being harsh and demanding with him, and you wanted to feel his hands on you too. You unlatched the belt, his hands immediately finding your love handles and squeezing roughly, the bruising pain mixing with the pleasure creating a lovely sensation.

You were mumbling sweet nothings incoherently, your mind clouded due to being on the precipice of another orgasm and Gally was right there with you. Your hands were on his chest, surely leaving bright red scratch marks, but also making sure he stayed put. Gally’s hands traveled all over your body, varying from slapping and kneading your ass, groping your breasts, and holding on to your hips. You squealed when he lowered his hand to rub your clit, amplifying the pleasure, giving you exactly what you needed to finally send you over that edge with him. You looked into each other’s eyes as you came together, your eyes glazing over with tears as Gally’s closed his tightly, spasming beneath you as he released inside you.

You and Gally both let out breathless laughs as you came down from your highs, you pulling off and plopping down beside him on the bed. A part of you thought that this was all a dream, had you actually pulled off turning Gally into a sub? You almost considered pinching yourself, until his laugh from beside you forced you back into reality. “What?” You asked with a somewhat nervous chuckle.

Gally smirked. “Mommy?” He raised an eyebrow and you instantly blushed.

“It just came out…”

“Uh huh.” He snickered before you lightly slapped his arm with a pout. “I’m not judging, thought it was kinda cute.”

You scoffed. “Cute, ha. Yeah, I’ll never say it again. Are you okay though? I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

Gally smiled, turning over on his side and giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You were perfect.”

“Did you…like it?”

He pondered for a moment, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Maybe a bit more than I thought I would. It was very different, obviously. I enjoyed that you enjoyed it, didn’t know you could be so mean.” He teased with a smirk, running a hand up and down your arm. “It was sexy.”

You smiled hopefully. “So does that mean I can dominate you more often?”

Gally rolled his eyes playfully. “Maybe on special occasions.” Then his eyes turned dark, suddenly hovering his body above you, one of his hands gripping your neck gently. “I gotta say, that little game you played this week, you know you’re gonna be paying for that, right?”

You smirked. “That’s also what I was hoping for.”

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Running, Freedom, Salvation (1/19)

Prompt: “Run, run, run. That’s all we ever do. All we’ve ever done.” You paused, feeling the wind brush through your hair. Taking a deep breath, steadied yourself and met his eyes. “Do you think it’ll finally stop?”

Maze Runner: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

Scorch Trials: one - two - three - four - five - six

Death Cure: one - two - three - four - five

A/N (2019/10/20): As of today, I will be editing and adding to each chapter weekly. Just overall trying to make the series better and more engaging. 

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count (before): 2,132 Word Count (now): 4,334

Based off of: The first three minutes of The Maze Runner (this was mainly made up on my part, to get the story started. Further parts will be more based off the movie and actual canon scenes).

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kept from you — thomas [tmr]

summary ; in which WICKED take y/n to experiment on her, and thomas loses his mind worrying about her. [040218]

warnings ; thomas x fem!reader, being drugged, unconciousness, violence, angry!thomas, angst.

word count ; 2.4k

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IT HURT YOUR head. The bleach white of the walls, the floors, the lights. The endless corridors of pale, blanch colourant glaring down at your weak figure. It made your fluttering eyes sting, a grimace contorting your features as you felt the thundering in your skull - like war drums pounding in a constant, ruthless beat.

A woman, dressed in a lab coat and a red veneer of lipstick painting her smirk sinister, had a grip on your arm so tight you were sure it would leave a bruise in the mark of her hand. Her long legs were paced fast, her heels clicking rapidly against the ground, one after the other in a gruelling pattern. Her swift walk had you stumbling on shaky legs in your hospital gown behind her, trying to keep up with her as she dragged you down the maze of corridors.

And although you distantly recognised the situation you were in to be cunningly evasive (something was definitely not right), your head was elsewhere. It was spinning.

Foggy were the memories of them sticking needles in the vein in your neck, in your arms, your wrists. You weren’t sure if you dreamt it or not, but by the way that you couldn’t stand up on your bare feet properly as you staggered behind this unknown woman, you had an idea that you had been injected with something. You had been drugged. It wasn’t a dream.

As you came to the dreaded conclusion, you tried to pull back. Your muscles felt feeble, all the energy in your body having seemingly dissipated up into the tense air and had you feeling unsteady, wobbly. The woman felt you meekly fight back, too drowsy to change your uncharted fate. She let out a chuckle, although void of any emotion it seemed. She barely glanced over her shoulder as you grunted lightly, your breath coming out choppy and your head lolling to the side with tiresome enervation. What had they done to you?

Alas, her iron grip on your aching arms only tightened as she tugged you sharply forward - as if she was silently telling you that you were being too slow. Inevitably, the yank had jolted your indolent body to a collapse, your knees giving way and smacking against the cold, tiled ground. The woman let out an irritated huff, stopping shortly to snatch the collar of your hospital gown and jerk your thin body back to your feet.

“We don’t have time for this.” She muttered, the gripe of her voice low and venomous in your ears.

“W-Where-” Your stuttered and hushed words quickly slammed into their demise when your chest heaved, sweat dripping down your forehead as the floor tipped. You had to squeeze your eyes shut as the world spun right before you. “Where am I- Where are you… Where are you taking me?”

She didn’t answer. Or she didn’t hear you, your panting words barely registering in your own ears through the high pitched screeching ringing in your head - like a shrill whistle.

The two of you turned yet another corner, you fully expecting it to be one more corridor in a never-ending compound of corridors. But then you passed a window stretched out to fit the entire length of the wall, and your dazed attention shifted to the variable.

Behind the glass, tables full of people that looked close to your age were situated, chatting with each other, eating peacefully from food trays. You wondered if that was where you were being taken, your empty stomach growling and your dry mouth and cracked lips begging for a drip of water.

But that hope was crushed when you noticed your attire was clearly different to their plain shirts and trousers and trainers, compared to your thin gown that hung limply from your malnourished figure and your bare feet that slapped against the floor.

Unbeknownst to you, in the bland room of teenagers, Thomas immediately noticed you stumbling down the hallway through a small window of glass. He straightened sharply, his dark eyes widening.

“(Y/N),” He breathed out, his heart racing so quick he thought it would burst from his chest.

When you had all arrived at this unknown building after escaping from the maze, his hand had been clutching yours with anticipation and the instinct to protect you from whatever came next had washed over him. Then, the people who saved them proved to be noble and considerate when they ran some tests of all of the Gladers, checking their vitals and making sure they were healthy.

A woman, dark-haired and smile sickly sweet, gently guided you away from the rest of the boys. You’d looked over your shoulder sceptically, peering over at Thomas with eyes clouded with dubious confusion. He’d held your gaze as you gingerly followed the woman, itching to jump up - from where some doctor was holding the chest piece of a stethoscope to his chest and monitoring the rhythm of his heart - and pull you away from the stranger who could potentially bring you harm.

But then he had reminded himself that these people had saved them, they’d been nothing but nice to them and caring of their well-being. So, instead of pulling you into his arms and away from the lady, he’d sent you a small, reassuring nod. To that, you’d reluctantly nodded back, following the doctor out the room and into another - one more closed off and desolate. You trusted Thomas, with everything you had and more. If he believed you’d be okay in the hands of these people then you would believe it too.

It had been a week since then. Thomas hadn’t seen you since that very day, and each passing day that he spent not seeing you had his heart spiralling further and further into an abyss of worriment and distress. Nobody would tell him where you were, how you were, what you were doing. Nobody would answer his questions, and it infuriated him to no end.

The other boys were concerned too, troubled by the fact that you had seemingly disappeared from the face of the dying earth. So when they vaguely heard Thomas call your name through the faintest of whispers of disbelief - they too perked up.

“What?” Newt asked sharply, his eyes trying to find where Thomas’ were glued to.

“It’s (Y/N),” He muttered again, swiftly jumping up from his place at the table. “(Y/N)!” Your name fell from his lips in a rush, his legs carrying him to the window. His palm banged against the glass, wide eyes watching as you passed - the same woman he’d seen guide you away on their first day there forcefully wrenching you along.

Your hair staggered in front of your face when you head dropped forward sluggishly, as if it were too heavy for you to be able to hold up on your shoulders. Your feet stumbled over themselves, your body’s vitals failing as your head spun with whatever serum was rushing through your veins. You looked like you were about to pass out. Thomas’ fleeting thoughts told him once again that something wasn’t right with this place. It had seemed too good to be true when they’d first arrived, but now seeing you in the condition that you were in, he knew it was too good to be true.

Running along the window to keep up with you, your name echoed up into the now eerily silent room of teenagers by his will, “(Y/N)!”

Your head lifted at the muffled sound. Your tired eyes locked with a pair of familiar dark ones and your heart jumped, “T-Thomas?” To you, the sound left your lips in a hushed breath. But the boy read your lips perfectly, his worry only increasing when your eyebrows tugged inwards and your eyes glazed over, welling with glimmering tears.

You struggled to draw back from the woman once more, wanting to prolong the glimpse of hope that coiled in the pit of your stomach when you saw the boy that you loved - even if it was through a barrier of glass that made it sound like the words he called were said from underwater.

The wall of window was quickly running out, the end of the corridor nearing with a dread that curled around your bones like vines. At the very end, a door. You shuddered at the thought of what was behind the steel, and fought harder to release yourself.

The woman noticed you trying to make your escape, digging your heels into the ground in an attempt to try and stay in the eye-line of your boyfriend’s tormented gaze. Her tug was sharper than the first time you revolted from her grip; it sent you lurching to the ground almost immediately with a pained groan, your body screaming - courtesy of the burden of aching affliction put upon you.

Weakly, you wrung your arm from her fingers and shuffled back on the tiles as quick as you could. Regardless of your infeasible attempts, you weren’t quick enough - your lack of desired energy costing your life as she trapped you like a caged, hopeless animal and pulled a syringe from the pocket of her doctors coat.

The needle looked salient and treacherous, taunting you as she cornered you against the wall. Her bony fingers grasping grimly at your jaw and keeping you locked in place as she shook her head, almost in disappointment. “I told you,” She seethed, her eyes dark and menacing and her tone marred with unmerciful malice, “We don’t have time for this.”

“Hey!” Thomas’ voice boomed, his fist repeatedly smacking against the unbreakable glass in his burst of fury as he watched you struggle away from her. “Let her go!”

The woman blatantly blanked the racket that Thomas was making behind her, the pad of her thumb pressing down on the syringe and injecting the unidentifiable liquid into your bloodstream anyway. A gasp slipped from your lips in the shape of Thomas’ name, fear coursing through your being like a tidal wave as your body reacted instantly to the haunting inoculation.

The lights seemed more blinding than ever, the walls closing in on your helpless figure, the inky darkness creeping up into your eyesight - until you saw nothing, until you felt nothing, until you were nothing. Your body slumped over in the desolate corridor, and the woman wound her arm around your waist like a python suffocating its victim. She lugged your unconscious body to the door, her emotion stolid.

Thomas felt frantic as he watched the woman swipe her ID through the monitor and carry your limp body through the door, unable to do anything from his side of the glass. His darting eyes saw the guards standing in the doorway of the cafeteria and he immediately took off running - needing to get out and find you. He tried to get past, his chest heaving and panic shrouding his rational thoughts. The two guards, a lot taller than him and armed, shoved him back with ease.

“This is a restricted area, kid.” One of them spoke. Thomas would’ve scoffed at the term ‘kid’, but he was too panicked to care. Nobody else saw what that woman did. Nobody else saw the condition you looked to be in.

“Where is she going? Where are they taking her?!” He bellowed, trying to look over the guards’ shoulders and catch a glimpse of your dark head of hair being hauled away against your will. The guards didn’t answer, acting impassive and as if Thomas hadn’t said anything at all.

“Tell me where they’re taking her!” He shoved the guard back as hard as he could, his frenzied worry for you forging all of his actions. The rest of the boys were instantly by his side, trying to hold him back from causing more of a scene and getting in trouble.

“She’s fine.” The other said, grave and inscrutable and dodging the question easily.

The sudden hot temper that adorned Thomas was only fired up further at the guard’s uncaring response. His heart pounded in his chest, so fast that the iambic rhythm became utterly lost between the waves of chaotic, choleric rage. “She’s not fine!” He all but roared, struggling against the hands of his friends attempting to hold him back.

“Why won’t you let me see her?! What are they doing to her?!” The spat of alarmed questions erupted, his dark eyes wide and glowering as the guards continued to refuse his entry.

He wasn’t getting anywhere. The distant sound of his friends trying to tell him to calm down, that you’ll be fine, that they’ll find you skimmed over his head completely. The only thing ringing in his ears where the echoed sounds of you calling his name, panic and despair etched in your sunken features as you looked to him through the glass. The only haunting image in his head was the one of you hanging unconscious in the woman’s cruel grip.

He couldn’t give up on you, he would never. The two of you had been together since being in the Glade, unable to deny the feelings that had been mutual before your memories got wiped. When Thomas had gotten himself stung, he’d seen you. You and him, together. You’d been by his side since the two of you had first been taking in by WICKED when you were young, and after, when he’d come up in the box - despite not recalling the memories you shared with him.

You were what got him through being trapped in the Maze. The thought of you, of seeing you again, of holding you in his arms once more, had got him to strive to survive the night he, Minho and Alby had been stuck out there in the depths of the deadly night. You were what got him through defeating the Maze, through Chuck’s death, through everything. He needed you.

That was when he decided. He will get you back, he will find you, even if it’s the last thing he does.

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Infected - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 20,245

Summary: Thomas scrambles to find a way to cure his girlfriend after she is infected with a deadly virus that is destined to drive her crazy, if not end her life.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving), Dirty Talk, Cowgirl, Secret Sex, Car Sex (kind of), Rough Wall Sex, Romantic Hugging Sex, Doggy, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Death, Blood, Fighting

Notes: I’m not sorry. Bye.

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Subject A0: In The Glade [Part 1]

Emergence

Part 1/20 of Subject A0 : In The Glade. [next]

“They took everything. They took her whole world. But little did they know that she found a new one in him.” (Newt x Reader)

Basically a self-insert Maze Runner fan fiction (because I’m obsessed and absolute trash haha) but formatted as an Imagine for more to enjoy! This is also Newt x Reader by the way! <3

Warnings: Anxiety

A/N : This is the story I’m talking about and I really hope you guys enjoy this! It’s been going on in my head even before I made this blog, so it’s thanks to this storyline that this blog even came to be. I got some references/concepts from both he books and the movies. I’ve got a lot of parts planned out but only just an outline but nonetheless, this is going to be a long one, haha!

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Remember

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Thomas x Reader Word Count: 1427 Warnings: none like one swear word I think?  Prompt: “hey, hey calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore” with Scorch Thomas - @lettersofwrittencollective​

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Sitting at the tables in the room they call the cafeteria with Aris, you notice a new group of faces walk in. A couple of minutes later a lone boy walks in and you stop mid chew at seeing his face. A face that you’ve been seeing in your dreams lately, ever since you were sprung free from the maze with Aris and the rest of your friends.

“y/n, you ok?”

You swing your gaze over to your friend and smile as reassuringly as you can “mhmm”

“You sure because you look like you’ve seen a ghost–”

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No One - Newt

Requests: the maze runner yes!! can i get an angsty newt imagine where the reader has been in the glade like as long as alby has, maybe longer and she’s kinda at her breaking point bc its been so long and newt is just trying to comfort her but its like a whole mess? thanks hun

Newt request please! You were the 2nd Glader in the maze, after Alby and when Thomas gets a crush on you, Newt gets protective! Thank you xx

Newt x reader imagine where in the Scorch or sometime in the death Cure the reader gets injured and newt is all worried

Warnings: attempt at sexual assault, yelling, all that sort of stuff. this is a darker themed story, but let’s be honest - if you really were the only girl in the glade, not every boy would be chivalrous.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Requests are CLOSED!!!

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Every since the knew Greenie had arrived, he’d given you weird vibes.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t mentally hope that just once they’d send up a girl. Being the only female in a group of boys became repeatedly annoying, and while most of the boys you were surrounded by knew there boundaries, there was always the stereotypical cat-call. Or possibly the demeaning that came with the boys always saying you weren’t as physically strong as them, therefore had to be protected.

You held up your own well enough, and by now, given that you were the second Greenie to ever arrive in this God-forsaken place, you’d earned your place. Most of the boys cared for you, but knew better than to underestimate your strength. You were a runner, along side Minho, and you had just as much authority as Newt, next to Alby.

But of course, being the only girl did come with it’s cons. Every time there was a new Greenie and he was a boy, depending on the age, there was always the worry that maybe this boy just wouldn’t understand the rules that had been put in place given your role. Or maybe he wouldn’t care. By the seventh Greenie, you’d learn to grow use to being surrounded by boys. You’d even accepted the fact that, for an indefinite amount of time, it seemed like W.C.K.D. would only ever bring boys up.

But that didn’t make the fear any lesser. Yeah, you could hold up your own. But these were boys, and you had no idea who they were each time they came up or how they’d react to see one girl in a group of guys. 

Luckily the boys, specifically Newt, made it clear to every new Greenie that you were not to be touched or harassed in anyway. It usually came along with some threat, and in that moment, you didn’t really mind being protected. You trusted some of these boys with your life, namely Alby, Minho, Fry, Winston and of course, Newt.

You knew they wouldn’t let anything hurt you, or anyone, just like you wouldn’t let anything hurt them.

But something was different this time. This new Greenie, Aaron, just seemed off. It had only been his first day there, given that he’d arrived early in the morning, and ever since he’d been given the tour by Alby, all he would do as stare at you. Even now, late at night, when everyone was taking the chance to relax, you could feel a pair of eyes on your back. 

You shrugged it off, knowing that he’d already been given the talk. Aaron could stare all he wanted, but it wouldn’t change anything. Wouldn’t change where your heart lied.

Nestled into Newt’s side, you let his arm fall around his shoulder, taking a sip of your water as your eyes stared at the large doors that led to the maze. After a long day of running, you were promptly exhausted. Glancing back behind you, you knew Minho was as well. But full on festivities were on tonight, given the arrival of new supplies and of course, a Greenie.

The boys cheered and chatted, taking swings of Gally’s concoction which you had politely denied. Though, Newt still allowed himself to indulge in the rather… odd tasting beverage. 

You wanted to stay awake, you really did. All day running and finally you were able to be by Newt’s side, but you found it become increasingly difficult to keep your eyes open. And there was something more you had to do in the map room. So sadly, you had to get up,

Turning your head, you pressed a soft kiss against Newt’s cheeks, an immediate smile growing on his lips as you did so. When you pulled back, the hand that had been around your shoulder delved into the ends of your hair, caressing the back of your head. Cheeks slightly flushed, Newt smiled over at you; “going to bed, love?”

“Soon,” you nodded, smiling softly back. “I have to do one finally thing, then i’ll be heading to bed. You coming?”

Newt paused, glancing back at the group of boys partying around the fire, the reflection of it dancing in his eyes. You smiled as you saw his eyes twinkle. “I think i’ll stay with the shanks for a little while,” he explained as you nodded. “Okay?”

You nodded, “of course.” Pressing another quick kiss to his cheek, you stood up, pulling the sleeves of your shirt further down your arms. “I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t be out there for too long,” Newt called, watching you leave. 

“I won’t.”

And you really wouldn’t be, or at least, you didn’t hope to be. You hated walking to the map room late at night, but Minho had asked you to do one last thing, something he only trusted you to do, and you’d put it off for much too longer. So, you took quick strides, willing yourself not to glance around at the deep delves of trees around you. You knew it’d only freak you out more.

You didn’t notice the figure that followed you, and somehow, neither did you notice the stare.

At least, not until there was a sudden grip on your shoulder and you were aggressively pulled, your back smacking against the trunk of a tree. You groaned out as you felt your vision blur for a second, given that your head had also been aggressively smashed against the rough bark. You blinked a few times, trying to see who was before you. You prayed it was just one of the boys, maybe Minho or Newt, playing a prank on you. But you knew they’d never hurt you.

Swallowing thickly, you felt your vision finally clear and a pair of blue eyes staring down at you. A sudden bundle of panicked welled within you when you noticed that it was the Greenie, Aaron staring at you. Not to mention, that at this point he’d trapped between his arms on either side of your head and was leaning dangerously close to you.

“Agh,” you hissed, raising your hand to touch the back of your hand. You would’ve, had Aaron not grabbed your wrist and press it against the bark behind you. 

“What the hell are you doing, Greenie?” You hissed, eyes narrowing in the darkness of the night. You let your eyes fall back the way you came, your heart plummeting when you saw just how far you were from camp. There was no way anyone would be able to hear you, and you doubted Aaron was going to let you scream.

“You know my name,” the boy hissed back in response. “Remembered it earlier, remember?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, blinking. “And I don’t care. Get off me,” you huffed, struggling within his grasp. You raised your free hand to shove him off you, but Aaron grabbed that one two. It was then that the real panicked settled in - whatever (and you had a pretty good idea of what) Aaron wanted to do, he really wanted to.

“Sorry, princess, but no can do.” Aaron smirked, and even in the middle of the night, you could see the twinkle of mischief behind it.

Snarling your lip, your struggles increased tenfold. “I swear to God, you shank! Let me go!” As your panic rose, so did your anger.

Aaron only tightened his grip and you felt your breath get caught in your throat the moment he leaned in even closer to you, the lightest touch of his lips reaching your neck. “I’m curious,” Aaron whispered and you shivered in disgust when you felt his lips press a kiss against your neck. “You’re the only girl in this entire glade…”

What you’d been trying to deny seemed to slap you in the face as you felt Aaron slide his hand under your shirt. You tried to push him off you were your now free hand but with the way he was positioned, it was practically impossible. That didn’t mean you’d stop making this difficult for him though.

“How come that little blonde shank get’s you all to himself, huh?”

You snarled at the mention of Newt’s name, narrowing your eyes dangerously. “Because, it ain’t a pig like you, you damned shank.” You spat, pressing yourself even further against the tree when Aaron’s hand just reached the cup of your breast.

Biting your lip, you felt your eyes water with water. You were trying to think of a plan, but all thought was lost the moment you felt Aaron dig his teeth into your neck. A scream immediately left your lips, it echoing across the entire forest. You were about to scream out for help, wondering why you hadn’t done that before, but then Aaron’s hand clasped around your lips, digging the back of your head into the bark.

Your eyes fell shut as a sharp pain ran through your through, breathing becomingly increasingly more difficult.

“You little bitch!” He spat, his narrowing with anger. That same familiar terror you felt when you might not make it back into the glade after a day in the maze filled your stomach, and you so desperately wished that Newt had somehow heard your scream.

Letting go of your hand, Aaron pressed his knee in-between your legs, trapping you as his hands went to the hem of your shirt, ripping it up through the middle. A cry left your lips as he did so, lips parting to call out for Newt before Aaron’s hand was on your mouth again, his face dangerously close again.

“Not another peep,” he grounded out.

You didn’t even hear, in your panic, the sounds of footsteps running your way. The only time you realized someone was there when you saw a fist clash with the side of Aaron’s head, sending him to the ground Minho appearing before you. You let out a deep gasp the moment you realized his hands were gone from your lips, the tears finally falling from your ears.

You were about to collapse against the ground before two arms wrapped around, and you were in the familiar embrace of Newt. The moment you realized it was him, you latched on to him tightly, barely noticing the crowd of boys, that consisted of Alby, Fry, Winston and more, as you buried your head into the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, love,” Newt whispered, his hand falling on the back of your head. You shuddered against his grip, your fingers practically digging into his own skin but Newt didn’t much mind. He was too busy glaring at the slowly steadying Aaron, who groaned out in pain.

Meeting Minho’s eyes, they both shared a look before Newt gently pulled back from your grasp. Smiling at you, he helped you to a stand. “Minho’s gonna get you to a medjack, okay?”

You shook your head rapidly as Newt cupped your cheeks, “don’t leave me…” You whispered.

“I’ll be right behind you, love,” Newt smiled, “there’s something I gotta do.”

Glancing back at Aaron, you clued in pretty fast to what Newt meant. And nodding solemnly, you walked over to Minho, his hand wrapping around your waist to steady you as he begun leading you off.

Newt might not look like much, but when it came to you, that didn’t matter.

“Look,” Aaron begun, raising his hands. “I didn-”

He never got to finish his sentence before Newt delivered a sharp punch across his cheek, sending him to the ground once again. Towering over him, Newt glared down at him; “I told you, no one touch’s Y/N.” Without another word, Newt promptly turned and left, running to catch up with you.

“Bind his wrists,” Alby called after a moment, “tomorrow, he’s banished.”

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A Day in The Glade || “Wrestling”

Summary: Apparently, Mommy and Daddy like to “wrestle”. A Hope imagine. The reader and Newt are Hope’s foster parents.

Word Count: 875

Warnings: Teasing.

A/N: I had fun writing this. Hope you have as much fun reading.

You watched Minho chase Hope around Newt, who was working to get some wood using his machete.

“Min, go a bit farther, shank,” Newt called, his eyes locked on his work. “or I’ll hit you with this if she gets anywhere closer to it.” He waved his tool carefully.

“You heard Daddy,” Minho ruffled the child’s hair. “wanna go to Fry for some juice?”

Hope nodded eagerly. You watched the two skip joyfully to the kitchen, leaving you alone with Newt. You watched him attempt to slice through the bark several times, his muscles tensing at every motion, before you spoke.

“You should really take a break, I need to go back to the Hut in a few minutes.” you pouted playfully. He hit the bark once more, then looked up at you, a playful smirk on his lips.

“You just miss me.” he stated. He sat on the grass next to you and took your hand, clasping it in his bigger ones. Newt’s eyes remained on your hand as you leaned on his shoulder.

“And you don’t?” you felt him smile. “Miss me, I mean.”

“Of course I do.” he looked at you over his shoulder and you met him halfway, kissing his nose. You scrunched your nose.

“You’re sweaty.” He raised a brow.

“Oh, really?” you barely heard the husky comment. He pushed you down on the ground gently and hovered above you, kissing your neck and causing his sweaty cheek to come to contact with yours.

“Ew. Newt…” you trailed off as a moan escaped your lips. Your fingers clung desperately on Newt’s toned arms. Newt pulled away to look at you, his gaze switching from your eyes to your lips. You closed your eyes as you felt his heat closer and closer when…

“Daddy!”

Damn it.

“I wanna join!” she giggled.

Newt rolled off of you and sat up, and you refused to do the same, staying on your position on the ground.

“Why’d you stop wrestling, Daddy?”

Apparently, she mistook your heated exchange for the typical playful wrestles Minho and Gally have with her.

“I think Mum was feeling a little too hot,” he smirked at you as Hope’s little arms clung on his neck.

“I was perfectly fine,” you retorted playfully when Hope began to laugh at you. Minho caught your eye and he sent you an apologetic look before Thomas pulled him into a conversation.

“Daddy’s bigger than you, Mommy…” Hope observed innocently, fitting perfectly into Newt’s embrace and whispered, “you’re icky, Daddy.”

“Is that right?” you laughed and sat up, refusing to miss out on their affection and kissing Hope’s forehead before Newt removed an arm from the embrace to put it around you.

“Yep.” she started picking on Newt’s hair. “So he’ll win all the time.”

“That’s the spirit, love!” Newt grinned, rubbing her little arm.

“That means Mommy is weak, then?” you looked at her menacingly, threatening a second wrestling round.

She didn’t seem to notice, shaking her head. “No, Mommy. Daddy said you’re really strong.” she seemed occupied with the grass on her palm. “But he said he has to protect you, too. Because you get into a lot of trouble.”

“I do not!” you slapped Newt’s arm.

Newt only looked at you smugly as Hope continued. “He said so, when he was telling me a bedtime story. He also said you fall down a lot when I asked him why you don’t run like him.”

You glared at Newt. “I guess that’s true.”

Hope apparently saw your rage, because she added, “But that’s okay, ‘cause Daddy’s here and he won’t let anything bad happen, he promised.”

You met Newt’s eyes and he shrugged. “That sounds about right.” he smiled.

Feeling heat rush to your cheeks, you stood up. “That’s it for my break. I need to check on Winston.”

“Remind me to get sick tomorrow, I can’t believe Winston gets your undivided attention all afternoon.” Newt stood up as well. “I’ll walk you.”

Hope pouted. “I’ll go to Unca Minho now.” You knelt down for a kiss, and Newt lifted her up before letting her peck his cheek. And off she went.

“You’re not getting sick tomorrow, the Greenie might arrive.” you commented as you walked across the Glade.

“First Winston, now the bloody Greenie.” he huffed, then put his lips close to your ear. “You better know what you’re in for tonight, love. I’ll show you what undivided attention is.”

You shuddered and instinctively brushed your hands against his torso. He wasn’t winning this, though. “With a five year-old girl asking us why we didn’t invite her to play? Not my cup of tea.”

“You’ve got a sharp mouth now… we’ll see how sharp that can be when I make you beg. Again.”

You knew he was right. The thought brought butterflies to your stomach and heat to your face, but decided not to respond as you stop on the Hut door.

“Tonight.” you finally agreed, wrapping him in a rib-crushing hug. You can practically feel his crotch.

He hummed, stroking your hair. “I love you, Y/N.”

“Even when I trip when I run?” you felt his chest rumble as he chuckled.

“As long as I’ll be the one to catch you.”

SUBMIT A REQUEST || ANOTHER HOPE IMAGINE

Almost had us worried there

*Your POV*

Usually, running the maze was no problem for you. Today, however, you found yourself sprinting through the maze, skidding around corners, trying to get back to the glade before the doors close.

You had just finished your lunch and walked around the first corner, getting ready to run again, when you stumbled across a sleeping griever. You would have managed to get away, but as you were backing away slowly, you tripped over a rock and fell to the ground with a thud.

The griever sprung up and started coming towards you. Taking that as your cue to leave, you ran as fast as you could through the maze, trying to lose it.

Eventually you had managed to trap it and you pulled out your knife and threw it at the griever. It let out a loud hiss and fell to the ground.

You glanced down at your watch to see how long you had until the doors close. A wave of panic spread over you, when you realized that you only had 6 minutes and you were at least 10 minutes away from the doors.

Not wanting to risk getting trapped, you quickly started running, faster than you’ve ever run before in an attempt to get back to the glade.

You were almost at the doors, when a loud rumbling noise caused the walls to start shaking. You turned the corner and saw the rest of the gladers waiting for you by the doors.

Hearing their shouts of encouragement, you somehow managed to speed up, causing a burning sensation to erupt through your legs. Still, you kept running until you were a few steps away from the glade. With one final push you fell into the glade, seconds before the doors closed.

The gladers crowded around you as you lay face down on the ground. You let out a sigh of relief and rolled over onto your back.

“Y/N? What the bloody hell happened? You almost got trapped!” Newt exclaimed.

“I was running… there was a griever… I threw my knife at it…” You said, still slightly out of breath.

“A griever? What the shuck was a griever doing roaming around the maze before the doors closed?” Minho asked, pulling you up.

“It was asleep, but I woke it up when I fell over.”

Minho let out a laugh and threw his arm around your shoulder.

“Well at least you made it back. You almost had us worried there.”

Imagine Minho annoying you over text.

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.

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.”

THANK YOU!

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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.

Before I could - Minho (Maze Runner)

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Y/N were running in the maze, like she does everyday, when she took a wrong turn. Normally she was fine, but today she was lost in thought. One of her best friends Minho had been acting strangely around her for the last few days for no apparent reason. She had to admit that she had a crush on Minho, so she was upset that he was ignoring her. He wasn’t even being subtle, he would walk in her direction, see her, then promptly turn around and hurriedly walk in the other direction.

She tried retracing her steps as far as she could remember, but most of the corridors looked the same, so she was even more lost than she was to begin with. She decided to go in the other direction in hopes of finding the exit or even one of the other runners. She realised there wasn’t much time until the doors closed, so she ran faster, looking for any signs to show her the way out.

After a few minutes she came across a corridor with a set of open doors at the end. She approached them, but stopped when she realised that those doors didn’t lead to where she usually ran in and out of everyday, but lead to a different end of the glade. These were the south doors, which were never usually open, the ones that were located in the heart of the deadheads.

She was pulled out of her state of confusion by a low rumbling noise as the doors started to close. She quickly ran to the end of the path and through the doors, barely reaching the glade in time. She navigated her way out of the deadheads and into the fields. Strangely, none of the gladers were in the fields, adding to list of confusing events that transpired that day. She wandered through the fields, towards the main doors where she could just make out a group of people standing around them.

There was no talking coming from them, only a few crying noises could be heard from the otherwise silent group. The gladers had different expressions on their faces, some of shock, some of anger, some of pure disbelief, but all of them with an undertone of sadness. They were all so focused on the now sealed doors that none of them noticed the girl approaching from the other end of the glade. Before she reached the group, one of the boys turned around to leave when he saw the girl a short distance away. A look of confusion and relief appeared on his face.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, getting the attention of the other boys as he ran to pull the girl into a hug. He was soon joined by the other boys, all with similar looks on their faces as they talked over each other, trying to reach the very confused girl who was being pulled between relieved hugs.

“Enough!” The tall leader shouted, silencing the boys. “Everyone go back to your jobs.” The boys dispersed in different directions, smiling at the girl or greeting her as they passed her. Soon the only ones left were the leader, his blonde second-in-command and the keeper of the runners, who had remained silent the whole time.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N.” The leader smiled before walking off. The second-in-command pulled the girl in for a hug.

“You gave us all a bloody fright Y/N.” He told her, “I’m just glad you’re okay. None of these shanks would’ve been able to cope with losing you to the maze, not even Gally.” The girl laughed gently as the blonde boy ruffled her hair and limped off to his hut. This left only the sassy yet handsome runner Minho.

“Hey Min.” She said in an attempt to get him to react in any way. He locked eyes with her before suddenly taking off running towards the runner’s hut, leaving the girl standing there in shock. She sighed and dejectedly made her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by an excited Frypan and helped him prepare dinner. When dinner came around the girl looked around for Minho, but couldn’t see him in the mass of hungry boys.

“Hey Newt, have you seen Minho anywhere?” She asked her friend, her eyebrows scrunched together. The British boy shook his head.

“Sorry love, the last I saw him was when he was with you when you got back from your run.” The girl smiled at him, before standing up.

“I’m gonna go and find him.” She announced before making her way towards the runner’s hut she saw Minho run to earlier. When she arrived she knocked on the door with no response. She pushed open the door to see the boy with his back to her, leaning on the table, uneven breathing coming from him.

“Min?” She called out gently, causing the boy to quickly turn around to face her. His appearance surprised her. His hair was messy and his eyes were red with visible tear stains on his shirt sleeves.

“Oh my gosh, Min, what happened?” She asked worriedly, stepping towards the shaking boy. He muttered something under his breath that she couldn’t hear.

“What did you say?” The boy looked up at her and his eyes met hers. He took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly.

“I thought you were gone.” He repeated, his voice cracking. “I thought you were trapped in the maze, meaning you would be dead. I thought I lost you forever, before I could…” He trailed off at the end, his gaze still fixed in the girl.

“Before you could what, Min?” She took a step towards him, her head tilted slightly. There was only a short distance between them and there was a moment of silence where nothing happened. This was broken by the boy reaching forwards and pulling the girl into a kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and his hands resting on her waist. When they pulled apart there was a smile on the girl’s face as she wrapped her arms around the boy and leaned her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head and the couple stood there in a happy silence, with only the noises of the animals and the wind rustling through the trees and the distant sound of happy chatter.