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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.”

I was tagged by the lovely Renee (aka destinies-are-troublesome-things). Let’s get started!   

1. Write your name in song titles. 

 Amnesia - 5 Seconds of Summer 

Nobody’s Perfect - Jessie J 

Nasty - Pixie Lott 

Afire Love - Ed Sheeran 

2. Why did you choose your URL? 

 A lot of my personality is made up of my fandoms and thing that I like, so I wanted some way to represent that. 

3. What’s your middle name? 

Lucienne, after my great-great-grandmother. 

4. If you could be a fictional/fairy tale being, who would you be? 

I would love to have some sort of power/magic so probably someone like Wanda Maximoff or Hermione Granger. 

5. Favourite colour? 

Purple, red or turquoise. 

6. Favourite song? 

Probably either Riptide by Vance Joy or Photograph by Ed Sheeran. 

7. Top three fandoms? 

Oh god, probably Teen Wolf, The Maze Runner and The Avengers. 

8. Why do you like Tumblr? 

Tumblr is the first place I’ve been able to completely be myself and not be judged by anyone and be accepted into the community. 

9. Tag people 

I tag imagining-in-the-mcu, accal1a and shankitsune. Don’t worry if you’ve already done it.

THANK YOU!

I woke up this morning and found that I now have 100 followers! Thank you all so much! I’m really glad that people are enjoying my writing and I’m so grateful for all of you for following me!

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.

Gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Journey through the scorch - Part 1 - Newt (Maze Runner)

Request by @tiagrindalen - Can you write an imagine that takes place in the scorch (the book) and its when Brenda and Thomas are separate from the group. The others are trying to find them but Jorge decides they need help to do that. So he goes to the reader who also lives in the city and knows every little corner of it better then anyone. She is an immune who used to work for WCKED but escaped because she thought what they did was wrong. She used to know all the gladers and seeing them, especially Newt brings back a lot of memories. She is a badass, a trained assassin. She used to be a soldier for WCKED.

A/N - This is a long request so I’m going to split it into a couple of parts.

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“ We need to go now, or we’re not going to find her in time.” Jorge said, turning to the exit. The group of boys cast a glance back and started following him.

“Find who in time?” Newt questioned, a look of confusion spread across his face. Jorge stopped abruptly and turned to face the group.

“The only person who can help us get our friends back and survive in the scorch.” With that he turned around and set off again, the boys following after exchanging a series of glances.

*** The small group spent the next few days journeying towards the city to find this mysterious character Jorge told them about. They arrived at an ‘abandoned’ warehouse, the floorboards creaking as the ventured inside. The boys started looking around for food or water but finding nothing.

When they gave up, Jorge lead them through the warehouse to a hidden set of stairs with light at the top of the passage. He took a step back and gestured for them to go up. The boys looked uneasy but after Minho went first, the rest shortly followed.

When they reached the top they found a living area with fresh clothes, food and water laid out on a table a short distance away. The group rushed forwards, with the exception of Jorge and Minho, the latter letting out a short yell of surprise as he found himself being held against a body with a knife pressed gently across his neck.

The others span around, a few of the starting forwards before abruptly stopping when the voice called out.

“Take one more step and your little friend here will be the newest addition to my stuffed bodies collection.”

“Come now hermana, is that any way to greet an old friend?” Jorge called out from behind the group. The girl let out a sigh and reluctantly pulled away the knife before pushing the now-pale boy into his friends.

“What do you want, Jorge?” The girl asked, moving behind a desk and falling down into a chair, allowing the boys to get a good look at her. They stared at the girl, taking in her appearance. Most of them felt a sense of awe or shock, but for the second-in-command it was something different, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on, like somewhere deep in his mind he knew this girl.

Jorge moved in front of the boys to talk to Y/N, putting his hands on the desk, blocking her view of the group. “We need your help. Some friends of ours were separated from us in our escape from WICKED and we want you to help us get them back.”

“Look, hermano, I’ve told you this before and I’m gonna tell you one more time. I don’t know everything that happens to everyone WICKED has, I only know a few of the subjects and have a connection with even fewer.” She leaned back in her chair, twirling a small knife around her fingers. “So either you give me a good enough reason as to why I should help you, or you get the hell out of my house.”

“That girl is as sassy as you are Minho.” The British boy muttered to his friend who rolled his eyes, muttering a quiet “is not” to himself. At the sound of the first boy, Y/N leaned forwards in her chair and glanced around Jorge, her gaze falling on the boys behind him. Her eyes locked with Newt’s and there was a quiet intake of breath before she leaned back to face Jorge.

“Fine, I’ll help you find your friends, but you all follow me and do everything I say. That way you might survive.” The boys exchange confused looks, wondering what changed the girl’s mind, a girl who seemingly couldn’t be reasoned with. The girl noticed them staring at her and she narrowed her eyes.

“Is there a problem?” The boys shook their heads vigorously, none of them wanting to be on the receiving end of her knife. “Good. Get some food and get some sleep. We leave in the morning.” And with that she spun her knife into its case, turned around and marched off.

Shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We have to do something!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not yet - Newt (Maze Runner)

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

The word was Y/N.

***6 months earlier***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***Present day***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NEW IDEA - SEND REQUESTS

Hey guys!

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

Anna

DCWI - Newt (Maze Runner)

Requested by Anon and michaelsshoe : Dating Newt would include?

Being the only other British glader

The other gladers being confused by your ‘Britishisms’

Talking in Cockney Rhyming Slang to have private conversations

Being like Alby’s little sister

Becoming best friends (and prank buddies) with Minho

Working with him in the garden

Your cooking being the highlight of everyone’s week

All the gladers respecting you

Even Gally

Whipped af

“Good morning love”

“Morning Newtie”

Being the only one allowed to call him Newtie

“How goes the work, Newtie?”

“Shuck off, Minho”

Him not leaving your side for the entire day when a greenie arrives

Being a gentleman to you

Hand holding at every opportunity

Cuddles every morning and night

Forehead kisses

Hello and goodbye kisses

Being his reason for staying hopeful

DCWI - Gally having a crush on you

Requested by im-just-one-of-the-avengers : “Gally having a crush on you would include”???

He’s tsundere af

He actually wasn’t a douche when he first met you

Subtly listens into conversations when he hears your name

Subtly watches when another glader starts talking to you

Getting jealous when they make you laugh

You’re a medjack and help Frypan with the cooking

He gets minor injuries to spend alone time with you

He’s always the last person to get food

Waits for you as you get your food

Tells you the recipe for his ‘special drink’

Very defensive (like threatening level)

“Say that again and I’ll make sure the last thing you see is the walls of the maze shutting”

Minho not-so-subtly dropping hints

Making you a separate hut and it’s his best work

Him falling in love with you as he sees your face light up when you see it

Him blushing furiously when you hug him

Kissing him on the cheek after a conversation

Him standing in shock watching as you walk away (Minho watching and laughing)

DCWI - Alby having a crush on you

Requested by im-just-one-of-the-avengers : Can u do the crush thing for Alby too?

Him answering all your questions when he shows you around

Becoming best friends with Newt

Helping him balance his leadership with relaxation

Being able to make the gladers listen to you

Like he’ll be asking them over and over to but not getting any response

And then you ask once and everyone does it

You’re really the one in charge but he has the title of leader

Being like a mum to the gladers

Your happiness being infective

The others getting you when the new greenie arrives

You always give the tours because you have the patience to explain to them

Chuck is your bb

Everyone else knowing Alby likes you

Being the only one who can always read Alby’s feelings/mood

The gladers looking up to you

Finding flowers by your bed every morning

Pretending to be asleep to find out who was leaving them

Being in a good mood for the rest of the day when you find out

Best Friend Minho x fem!reader

warnings: handsy glader, cursing, spicy

NO SMUT

mostly fluff, but definitely some spice

Best friend, he’s your best friend y/n nothing more stop looking at him like that. 

You’d been in the glade for a little over a year, one of the first to come up. Of course you were also one of the first people to explore the maze. You’re a Runner, and proud of it. Everyone respects you for how hard you work, and it’s well deserved. 

At first it was just you, Newt, and Minho running in a group for safety. But then Newt got hurt, and couldn’t run anymore. So now it’s just you and Minho running the maze until you choose more runners. You run together still, because not one person thinks that it’s smart to separate when you know so little about the maze and the monsters that haunt it.

“I wonder how much longer we’ll be searching” you huff, sweaty and tired from almost five hours of running. 

“Yeah, but we can’t stop our searching until we find a way out, I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life in the shucking maze.”

“We’ve been running so long can’t we have a lunch break now?”you whine. 

Minho looks over at you as you slow down and he smirks, 

“ fine ya lazy shank, we’ll rest for a half hour then finish out the day”

You both sit and pull out your small lunch if fruits and plain bread, silently grateful for Frypan figuring out how to use wheat for his delicious homemade bread. 

It’s quiet as you lean against the wall, and you take the time to admire Minho, in the least creepy way possible. His hair looks good even after all that running, and damn was he built, his shirt slightly sweaty and sticking to his form a bit. 

He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall and you cough as you’re taking a sip of water, caught off fairs by how attractive it was. No! Shut up y/n! He’s your best friend FRIENDDD nothing more stop thinking about him like that why does he have to be so damn hottttttt. 

“You good there shuckface?” 

He catches you off guard with the nickname and you feel heat rise to your cheeks as he smirks at you, but in a concerned kind of way.  

“Do you ever just wish things were different, Minho?”

“Different how? Like in the Glade?”

You laugh at his confusion, “No it’s just a different way of life when you’re the only girl, not that you get it though Mr. Tough Guy” you sigh, after a year of it you’d gotten used to it but hell, some boys have no respect, and can’t take no for an answer.

“So help me understand then.” Minho furrows his brows a bit and turns his body to face you.

“It’s just a girl thing i guess”

Raising his voice an octave Minho acts offended “Girly ok you know I’m here for you sister. Spill the tea😝” you laugh at his dumb girl voice. “No but seriously I’m here for y/n, I’m your best friend you can talk to me about anything.”

“Ugh fine” you cave, not planning on confessing anything, but definitely needing to talk. “Friendships are weird for me. All the guys that I just wanna be friends with want more. And the guy that I want more with just wants to be friends, nothing more.”

“Ahhh I see” he says, mocking a serious tone “y/n’s got a crushhhhhh oooooooooooooolalalalala!!!” He wiggles his eyebrows “Do tell, don’t be shy y/n. Is it Newt?”

“Im not saying!” You laugh “it’ll go straight to your head!” 

Not even realizing your slip you keep laughing. But Minho goes quiet, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He grins even bigger when he realizes that you have no idea you just gave it away. Jumping up he offers you a hand and says

“Come on shank let’s get going”

Both surprised and suspicious that Minho had dropped the subject so quickly you continued your run.  As you got to the end of your run started to worry.

What if he somehow figured out that I liked him and doesn’t feel the same way?Is it gonna be awkward now? Dammit did I just ruin my relationship with my best friend? Oh gosh, please no.

You finally reached the giant doors that lead back to the maze and run straight to the map room mean hoe right behind you. As you both work on the tedious task of drawing out the maze, you finally decide to say something, just to make sure your friendship isn’t ruined.

“Hey Minho?”

“Yeah y/n?” He suddenly stops what he’s doing and gives you his full attention. 

“We’ll be friends no matter what right?”

“Of course shank, always.” 

His gaze lingers on you, knowing exactly why you were asking. A grin spreads across his face again, as he looks at you focusing on your work with a small smile. You look up at him and catch him staring, a shy smile on your face as you quickly look down. 

Does he know?

(TW: handsy glader) it gets spicy

About a half hour later you suddenly realize something. 

“Oh shit it’s greenie day! I completely forgot they probably already started the bonfire!” You exclaim before grabbing Minho’s hand and dragging him out of the map room to grab some food and a jar or two of Gally’s drink. 

Two hours later you’re still having fun by the bonfire you’ve had a bit of Gally’s drink but not enough to really affect you.

But you are buzzed, which makes you a little oblivious to the random Gladers who flirt with you. And a little more physically affectionate. 

“Hey y/n” some random Glader who is definitely drunk comes up and puts his arm around you. 

“Wassup dudeee” you giggle a bit as the weight of his arm makes you stumble a bit. The glader leans in incredibly close and his and slides down from your shoulder, moving to your hip. 

“Hey there y/n, you wanna have some fun?” 

Slowly, painfully slowly you realize what he means. Your hesitation makes the glader think that it’s a yes. He starts to drag you away from the bonfire when you realize what’s happening. 

Thankfully, your night in shining armor, had been keeping a close eye on you all night long. He follows you as the guy pulls you through the Deadheads.

“Let go of me!” You scream and smack the glader in the chest, struggling to get out of the tight grip he has on your waist and hip. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun, I know you want me…” 

The guy grabs your face and starts to pull you in

“Stop! Please!” You yell, in no position to fight back, the guy could seriously hurt you if you tried anything. Just as the guy was about to kiss you, someone jumps out from behind a tree and knees the guy into the nearest tree. 

You hear a loud smack as the guy hits his head and Minho starts beating the shit out of him. 

“Minho! Stop I’m okay! He’s already unconscious you’re gonna kill him!”

Minho looks up at you, eyes wild with fury at seeing what the guy tried to do to you.

He grabs your hand without a word, and you two slowly walk back to the bonfire. Minho sits down on a log and you sit on the ground in front of him, your back to the massive flames. His eyes never leaving yours. 

Most of the gladers have gone to bed, but 3 or 4 are still up, the last few sober people cleaning up a bit.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Minho asks, his tone laced with worry. 

“Yeah, you saved me.”

“I can’t believe that guy tried to-“

“Minho.” Your voice is stern.

“Yeah?”

“You saved me, that’s all that matters. Thank you”

He grins, looking at you with a playful smirk. “That’s what friends are for right?”

Friends. Yeah, because that’s all you would ever be. Friends. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yes Minho?”

You’re still buzzed, and you’ve had a bit more to drink after the handsy glader. 

Minho is silent for a second. 

You stand up quickly, still dizzy and a fuzzy feeling in your head. As unstable as you are you fall forward, Minho catching you by your hips. He looks up at you, and you look down at him. 

Your hands come to rest on his shoulder and the side of his face. For a second you just stare at him, but then you remember that he was about to say something.

“Yes Minho?”

Suddenly he’s on his feet, and it switches to you looking up at him, and him looking down at you.

“Shuck” he whispers barely audible. His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes and to your lips, silently asking permission. 

For a second you both just stand there, his hands on your hips and your hand that was on his shoulder sliding down to his chest, keeping you two from being as close as you are longing to be. 

The hand on the side of his face moves, and you brush your thumb over his lips. 

“Shuck” he says again this time even quieter. He lets out a soft groan as if making a life changing decision. You close your eyes  and softly, oh so softly whisper his name “Minho…” 

Anything that possibly could have made him hold back is immediately broken down as he hears you say his name.

“Y/n” he whispers one last time before he pulls you in until your lips are ghosting over each others. You briefly open your eyes to look at him and something in him snaps as you make eye contact. 

“Fuck” he says.

Then nothing else matters

It’s just you two as he kisses you. He kisses you. Holy shit. Your mouths move in sync and his grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you impossibly closer. Your hands move around to the back of his head and run through his hair. He groans into your lips at the sensation, and you smile into his lips, breaking the kiss to laugh. 

“Damn Minho-“

You get cut off as he pulls you back in possessively, it catches you by surprise and you lightly moan into the kiss. 

The sound spurs him on ever further, and suddenly his hands are on the back of your legs and he breaks the kiss. 

“Jump” his voice is raspy and breathless and man is it hot. You jump and it’s like you weigh nothing as he holds you up by your thighs, your legs wrapped around his waist. 

Then he’s carrying you to the closest tree, and your back is pushed up against it, supporting you. 

His hands are back at your waist and they slowly move up up under your shirt, feeling your skin. They stop at about halfway up your torso. 

He’s switching between lightly massaging your waist and your thighs (good Lord he loves your thighs) when you slowly start to kiss down his neck. 

He quickly grabs your chin and makes you look at him

“Don’t- don’t do that” he looks at you with a look in his eyes that you can’t help but love. “Hmmm someone has control issues.” You laugh at him and he pulls away from the tree, his hands going to your legs to carry you again. He starts to make his way to his hut, on the way there you start to kiss his neck again and he stops, a dangerous look in his eyes.

“Y/n. Stop, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” 

“Minho?” 

“Yes baby?” 

“Baby?” You laugh peck him on the lips and unwrap your legs from his waist standing up. For a split second he’s scared, scared you’re gonna realize you don’t want him and walk away. But then you take his hand in yours and continue to walk to his hut. Once there you both step in and he gives you a shirt of his, which makes it a little big on you. He turns around as you quickly change, and he does the same. Wordlessly you both climb into bed. He wraps his arms around you and you two lie on your sides just looking at each other. All of the sudden he shifts so you’re lying right on top of him, your head on his chest. He looks down to meet your gaze, 

“Y/n, you’re my girlfriend now” he states, no questions or anything. 

You grin, “Finally shuckface, it took you long enough” 

He laughs and is about to comment on how you slipped up in the maze and practically told him, when he looks down to see you asleep, or so he thinks. 

Barely audible over your own breathing, he whispers 

“I shucking love you y/n” and you smile, knowing that you’ll wake up in his arms and the rest of the shucked up world won’t matter.

requests are open and critiques are welcome! loosely based off combo of movie and book

maze runner boys headcanons

little things they would do if they were dating you

Newt

•loves to kiss right at the base of your jawline

•will come up behind you and do this

•loves putting his arm around you

•always giving you hugs

•calls you “love” and “sweetheart” (maybe darling)

Thomas

•constantly kissing your hands

•showers you with compliments

•forces you to be big spoon

•constantly holding your hand or touching you in someway

•calls you “baby” or “angel”

•leans his head on your shoulder any chance he gets

•likes to lay in your lap

Minho

•constantly flirting and trying to get you to blush

•loves to kiss your neck and cannot get enough of your lips

•calls you something like “princess” and “sugar”

•will occasionally let you style his hair if you’re lucky

•loves it when you wait by the gate for him to come back home

•makes you fall asleep on top of him very often

•always wants to make you laugh

Gally

•compares hand sizes a lot

•very needy and kinda clingy (in a cute way)

•loves kissing your collarbone and forehead

• likes it a lot when you sit in his lap(I can’t explain it, it just makes sense)

•calls you “short stuff” and “babe”

reminder:these are my personal opinion

requests open

Dumb Plan

Gally x fem!reader We LOVE a confident Gally, and he definitely is in this one.

Part 1/2

Dumb plan, dumb dumb. Dumb plan. This could not end well. 

Would it help with your situation? 

Definitely 

But shit man, it has been hard enough to become the man’s friend. He’s not one to open up easily.

Alby and Newt have a good point though, some of these gliders just have no respect for you or your personal space. They just wouldn’t lay off.

I mean, he’s definitely scary enough and wouldn’t for sure scare off any unwanted attention. 

“Y/n what do you say “all eyes are on you Newt, Alby, Minho, and…Gally.

“ you don’t have to decide right now, will give you a day, but the sooner the quicker we can be sure that this problem is solved.”

New looks at you waiting for an answer.

“ no, no, no. I don’t need any more time. It’s a good plan.” You say quickly.

Alby nods his head sharply, “ all right I want you to come up with a plan, stage something. if I don’t find out from someone by the end of the day that you two are dating, then I’m gonna plan it out myself. We need this plan to work, or theees no point in trying it”

 Alby, Newt, and Minho leave the room, giving you and Gally some time to think about a plan.

The idea was for you to get yourself a fake boyfriend so that you wouldn’t have to worry so much about your personal space being invaded by overly friendly gladers. Minho and Galley were some of the obvious options, as you were relatively close with both of them, and people wouldn’t be too suspicious. You’d decided to choose Gally, because well, not one single person would dare go against him I mean hell, he’s terrifying.

While you knew it would work, but it felt more painful than it should.

“ OK, I was thinking something along the lines of holding hands, maybe even just a quick peck on the cheek?” Gally stared at you intensely, but you refused to meet his eye.

“ that could work, but I’ve seen you hold hands with Meho too. It’s not just a strictly dating thing. No, if we really want people to think we are dating, then we’re going to have to take it up a notch.”

You looked up to find that he was already staring at you, and you feel a flush creep up your cheeks. 

“ Oh OK, so what does that entail?“

Maintaining eye space contact, he walked around the table until he was standing right in front of you. 

“I’m not sure, but I know we’ll have to make it super exaggerated so that Albie doesn’t have to step in. We both know that that would not go well“

You laugh at his joke, breaking eye contact and looking down. 

“ the only thing that I can really think of, that would truly make people think that we’re dating is something as extreme as a kiss. “

At this, you look up sharply, and find him looking at you with a smirk on his face. 

He laughs at seeing how flustered you get at the suggestion.

“I was only half joking, not like the shanks here are stupid, they should be able to pick up on little things. It’s not like we can just make an announcement.” He still refuses to lose eye contact. Realizing that you need to add more to the conversation, you slowly breathe out. 

“ Yeah, and we can start to drop more obvious hints if they don’t seem to get it.” You smile at him, “ oh and by the way, thank you for helping me with this ya shuckface” 

“Anytime slinthead, anytime” He returns the the smile with a grin.

Wait, half joking? What does that mean? Does he want to kiss me? No, stop it’s FAKE dating.

“Ok, let’s just let it play out and we’ll see what’s best.” You both nod, and then he steps forward a bit more to grab your hand. I’ve never seen him so confident in his life, what’s with sudden change? And his hands are surprisingly soft…

Gally was definitely confident in himself, but when it came to social interactions… he was a little reserved. For you, it was almost the exact opposite, not that you didn’t know your worth, but you were definitely a very sociable person.

“Come on y/n, let’s go flaunt our relationship in everyone’s faces.”

As you stepped outside, not one Glader looked at you two holding hands. 

The day wore on and you two kept on having to do more noticeable things to grab people’s attention. It’s started with holding hands, then he put his arms around your shoulders everywhere you went, and some point he even kissed your cheek. 

But nobody seemed to notice, and so by lunchtime you were getting a little desperate. As you were sitting down next to Gally, you looked across the room and happened to make eye contact with Alby, who raised his eyebrows at you, telling you that nobody knew yet.

With a sigh, you look back down to your food, until you feel a hand on your thigh.

You quickly look at Gally, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“Is this okay?” He turns to you as he sees you tense up.

“Oh um yeah no it’s fine just scared me for a second”

HOW DID NO ONE SEE THAT HES LITERALLY HOLDING MY THIGH

The day dragged on, with many more touches and hints, but not one single Glader picked up on anything.

Finally, when most Gladers were on their way to dinner, you saw Gally across the Glade. He waved at you and gave you a big smile. 

Shuck this man I’m not doing this stupid plan for nothing. 

You started to run towards him and his grin got even bigger. Once you reached him you jumped into his arms and he started laughing like crazy. All of the sudden you felt lips on yours. 

HOLY SHIT WTF OMG AHHH

Slowly you kissed back. Your lips moved in sync as he wrapped his arms around you. Reluctantly, you pulled away. It was not real, it should mean nothing. But to you it meant everything. 

“I hope that was okay” Gally whispered into your ear. 

Speechless, you just nodded, smiling.

Then you saw some Gladers passing by and giving you two weird looks.

“Gally i think that it worked, look”

Turning to see the Gladers, he smiled and put you down. 

“Alrighty then let’s go to dinner babe”

Ugh y/n remember it’s FAKE it doesn’t mean anything.

(Requests are open, and I would love any critiques you have🥰)

Dumb plan part two!!

Warnings:spice (no smut), cursing, drinking

(Requests are open and I would love any critiques!)

(Loosely based off @gladerscake incorrect tmr quote, go follow her she writes very well! Also I’ve been meaning to get this done for days now but I just keep getting distracted so here you go I finally pushed through)

It had been two weeks since you and Gally started “dating”.

Two weeks since you two kissed. 

Neither one of you had talked about it since, and neither of you had made the move to kiss again. Like the plan, you had both stopped showing a bunch PDA once other Gladers noticed. 

It was getting to be too much for you. At night you lay awake, not being able to get it out of your head.

During the day you were constantly distracted at your job as a track-hoe.

It’s just a kiss, pull yourself together y/n.

“Y/n? Hello? Earth to y/n!” Newts voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“Sorry, I’m just not feeling all that great today Newt.”

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you the rest of the day to rest, so you can be ready for the bonfire tonight. You’ve been kind of off lately.” His tone grows to one of concern, and he looked at you with his brow furrowed. 

“Oh it’s nothing, I’m just tired.” 

“Okay… just rest up so we can let loose and have fun tonight.” He looks at you with a warm smile, Newt has always been like a brother to you, and you can count on him to take care of you.

For a second you think about telling him everything going on in your mind, but you didn’t want to sound ungrateful. It was partly his plan after all. 

“Thanks Newt” with a hug, you head to your hut. You had your own hut because Gally didn’t think it would be safe for the only girl to be sleeping around a bunch of boys with nothing to protect her but a hammock.

Gally. He’s been one of the few people that you’ve trusted ever since you’d come to the Glade, about two months after he did. You didn’t get really close for about 3 months, but even from the beginning you had a little crush on him. Over time it grew and grew, along with your friendship. 

I mean how could you not like Gally?

He’s strong, handsome, and damn those arms, but he’s also a very caring and respectful guy. He’s passionate when it comes to the things he cares about, and puts effort into the things that he loves. 

Not looking where you were going and being lost in your thoughts, you all of the sudden run into someone. Feeling yourself start to fall backwards, and wi the a yelp,  you desperately try to grab something to stop your fall. You accidentally grab their shirt and you pull them down with you, and unfortunately, on top of you. 

Great, just great.

“Woah, you good there?” An unfamiliar voice asks you. You look up to see a Glader that you don’t recognize.

“Oh yeah I’m sorry, it’s been a long day and I wasn’t really paying attention.” You sigh, it really had been a long day.

“Wanna get off of my girlfriend now?”

“Oh uh Gally! I didn’t see you there how was- i mean how- how are you?” The glader looked anywhere but at you as Gally shot daggers at him with his eyes. 

“Oh me? I’m great it’s just a little maddening to see a guy sitting on top of my girlfriend you know. Kind of puts a damper on my mood.” Gally gets closer and closer to Glader, now staring down at him. 

“Gally it’s not what you think—“ Gally shoots you a glare and you shut up real quick. 

“Anyways I’m gonna… go now?” 

As the glader disappeared into the distance,  Gally turned to you with a look on his face that could kill.

“Y/n,” he started to walk towards you.

“There’s no point in this-us- if you’re in the Deadheads messing around with some random Glader.” He continues to move closer to you, and you slowly start to back up. 

“I know that, believe me, I just ran into him and fell and-really it’s not what you think it was, it was nothing.”

“Really? You seemed in no hurry to get him off of you.” You feel your back hits something solid, a tree maybe? 

Gally puts his hands on either side of your head, and leans in, maintaining eye contact. 

Red flushes to your face and you quickly look down. 

“Y/n- look at me.” You look up at Gally meets your gaze. For a moment you two just stare, and he searches your face for something thing. Slowly he moves forward, barely an inch-but then he pulls away and walks off. You stare at him as he just walks away, a puzzled expression on your face.

What the hell? What was that about? He seemed so…jealous? But we’re not actually dating?

Whatever- you were just gonna go back to your hut so you could let loose at the bonfire and not have to deal with any of your problems. 

An hour or so later, Newt come to get you for the bonfire. For an hour or so you’re up and dancing around, drinking, and having the time of your life. You played truth or dare with a group of Gladers and had drunk at least two and half jars of Gally’s drink. 

Once you’re sufficiently drunk to where nothing could get you down, you plop down close to the fire, in between the Minho and Gally.

“You know Minho” you turn to Gally, and he and Minho look at each other. “You’re a shank”

Gally laughs “Ya hear that Minho? You’re a shank!”

“I have a secret to tell you Minho.”

Gally just smiles and says “Oh really, you have a secret for Minho?” 

“Yep- it’s a-it’s a big one- about Gally” you slur your words.

“Oh really?” Minho laughs as you turn back to face the fire.

“Yep” you say quietly. For about five minutes, you just sit silently staring into the fire, Minho and Gally share a look behind your back, confused by your sudden silence. You chug the rest of your jar full of Gally’s special drink, and turn to Gally out of nowhere. 

“You know Gally has no idea I’m in love with him”

Gally’s face of amusement turned to one of shock. His whole demeanor changed from confident and assertive to flustered and unsure. 

“You’re in love with me?” 

“Oh sorry” turning to Minho, you look at him seriously. “Gally has no idea I’m in love with him.”

Minho bursts into laughter, stands up, pats Gally on the back and walks over to Newt, laughing the whole time. 

“What’s so funny?” you turn Gally and he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face. Slowly, veryyyyy slowly, you realize what just happened. 

Oh shit.

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah y/n, oh shit”

“Listen- I’m fuck- I’m really sorry Gally I’m just gonna go to bed now I’m obviously not thinking straight.”

You stand, turning to leave when a strong hand grabs your wrist just as you’re about to walk away. 

“Y/n-“

“No Gally, seriously I’m sorry, I really can’t believe i slipped up like that, but I can’t deal with this right now.” You pull your hand out of his grip and start to walk away, tears starting to form in your eyes. 

Two strong hands grab your waist and spin you around to face Gally, so that his hands are on your waist, and your hands are on his chest. Heat immediately flushes to your face and you look up at him in surprise. 

“Gally?” He stares at you for a moment, eyes roaming over your face. You start to try and pull away, when one of his hands reaches up and cups your cheek, surprisingly gentle. “Y/n-“ his nose brushes yours, and then his lips are on yours. 

The kiss isn’t very long, but it’s perfect. When he pulls away you smile, and he laughs a bit. 

Feeling bold and empowered by his kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss. 

This one lasts a lot longer, yours and Gally’s lips moving in sync. He pulls you tightly against him, and one of his hands moves to your hair.  

“GET A ROOM!” Newt yells at you from across the clearing.

“Gally-maybe we should take this somewhere more private?” You break the kiss, breathing just as heavily as he is and give him a big smile. 

Without a word, he picks you up bridal style, in the background Newt and Minho start clapping.

“FINALLY!” One of them calls out. 

Along the way to Gally’s hut, you get impatient and start to kiss his neck. He groans softly and looks down at you. 

As you keep kissing his neck getting lower and lower he stops somewhere in the Dead heads. He gently sets you down and kisses you sweetly.

“Couldn’t wait till the hut?” You laugh a bit then run your hands along his arms and up to his shoulders.

All of the sudden he grabs both of you hands in one of his, and roughly pushes you up against a tree, pinning your hands above your head. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just stares directly into your eyes with an intensity that you had never seen before.

“Gally? Are you gonna say something?” You’re both breathing heavily, and confusion at his actions is setting in. 

“Y/n, you’re beautiful.” Never in Gally’s life had he been so honest with someone. 

Then he leaned in and kissed her like it was the last thing he’d ever do, you groan into the kiss, and his other hand moves to your hip and gently squeezes it. His lips move down to your neck and you lay your head back against the tree. 

Gally releases your hands and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Now free, your hands move to his hair, and his hands start to roam your body. The one on your waist moves to your thigh and squeezes it, the one previously pinning you hands against the tree moves to rest just under your chest. Gally moves back up to your mouth and kisses you again, then he throws you over your shoulder. 

“Gally! A warning would be great!” You yelped in surprise, now hanging over his shoulder.

“Deal with it.” He walks to his hut and throws you on the bed, and lays down next to you. He moves so that you’re laying completely on top of him. He kisses your head and starts to slowly run his hands through your hair. 

“Gally? Why’d you stop so suddenly?” You shift and look up at him.

“You’re drunk- i didn’t want to do something that you might regret.” His voice is level and soothing. With a nod, you lay back down on his chest. 

“I love you too by the way y/n” it’s soft, but it’s there. You smile and kiss him gently, lying down again. 

As you two are falling asleep, you whisper

“I wouldn’t have regretted it-not with you.”

He gently wraps his strong arms around you in response, and you both fall asleep with smiles on your faces.

dreams

Thomas(maze runner) x fem!reader

contains: angst and fluff- shameless fluff, spoilers to the death cure

Requests are open and critiques are welcome💜💜💜

The Safe Haven. It was nice not to be running for your life for once, searching for food, hiding from cranks. You were finally safe. 

But that didn’t stop the nightmares. Newt, Chuck, Alby and many others were constantly haunting you. You knew that Minho and Thomas were just as scarred as you were. Minho- he’d found his way to cope, he’s always had a lot of friends because everyone wants to be around him, it helps him to not be alone. Thomas and you however, were never very sociable to begin with, especially after all that had happened, and were left with no one but each other for life support. 

In the Glade, Thomas had been one of the few people you could trust. Always putting effort into the things he cares about, showing respect for the people he holds close, and he had become your best friend. 

Newt reached out for you, black veins crawling up his neck and face. 

“Y/n…help me.”

You reach out for him, tears staining your face. 

“Newt!”

As you grab him his face grows angry, and he pulls out a knife and stabs you in your stomach. 

“Y/n, you could’ve saved me. Why didn’t you save me?”

“Newt- I’m sorry” you sob uncontrollably, pain clouding your mind. “Newt! Newt!”

“Y/n”

“Y/n”

“Y/n!” Thomas gently shakes you awake and looks down at you, concern in his eyes. Soft morning light shines through your hut’s windows and reflecting across your room, lighting it up.

“Thomas…” your arms act on their own, and you sit up, pulling him in for a hug. Unable to control yourself, you start to sob uncontrollably. He sits down next to you on the bed and lets you cry into his shirt.

“I could’ve saved him.” You whisper quietly once you’ve calmed down a bit.

“No, you couldn’t have. None of us knew until too late.” Thomas holds you tightly, his voice breaking as he speaks. 

“Some part of me will never let him go, but he would want us to move on with our lives y/n, we need to let him rest now.”

You look up at him through your lashes and smile, a sad smile, but still a smile. 

“I know, I just miss him.” 

He smiles down at you and rubs your back, 

“Me too.”

Weeks pass, and so do your dreams. The Safe Haven grows, buildings and communities being built. Occasionally the nightmares return, but Thomas is always there for you, and you for him. On nights like those you hold him, running your hands through his ever-growing hair, and letting him lay in your lap, and he does the same for you. 

Slowly, you learn to let go of the people you’ve lost, never forgetting, but moving on. Their names are carved into a rock that sits on the beach, nothing but the wind, sand, and occasional visitor for company. 

You and Thomas grow to care for each other in ways neither one of you was expecting.

One night you lay awake, Thomas running through your mind, after what feels like hours but was probably only 20 minutes or so, you sit up.

Pulling on your shoes, you make your way to Thomas’s hut. 

On your way you see someone headed your way on the path between your and Thomas’s hut. With a start you realize it’s Thomas and are contemplating going back to your hut and lying awake all night, but by that point he has seen you, and is waving at you.

You wave back, a smile breaking out on your face as he nears you.

“Bad dream again?” His eyes scan your face for any sign of distress or pain, as you shake your head. 

“No I couldn’t sleep, I was just coming to see if you were up.” You smile at him and he looks you up and down for a moment , “Wanna go for a walk on the beach?” He holds out his hand, looking at you expectantly. Unsure, you hesitate, looking between him and his hand. After a second you grab it and the two of you make your way to the beach. Not letting go of his hand, you walk along you find a perfect spot to sit and stargaze for a little bit.

He tentatively puts his arm around you and you lean into him. 

“You’re my best friend y/n”

“And you’re mine” the combined body heat keeps you warm, and you snuggle closer to him. You breathe in his scent and are content to just sit there, when he lays back onto the sand, pulling you on top of him. 

A moment or two passes with nothing but the sound of your breathing in the air. You push yourself up, an arm on either side of his head, with a smile you brush a stray hair out of his face. “You need a haircut.” You say with a smile.

“I know, but I kind of like it long, is it really that bad?”

“No, it’s not, I just miss your short hair for nostalgic reasons, you’d look handsome no matter what.” 

“Thanks.”

And with that, he kissed you. It was just a short peck, but it was a kiss. And with that kiss, your heart skipped a beat, your stomach somersaulted, and your brain turned to mush. He pulled away, smiling. 

You don’t know when friendship morphed into a crush, and when a crush morphed into love. All you know now is that Thomas is  your home and you’re his home. With a whispered “I love you” you kiss him again, and the two of you lay with each other on the beach until the sun has risen and world wakes up. 

Hello! If you're still taking requests, can you write something about being the only girl in the Glade? Also maybe being a runner. I love all the boys there, but my favorite is Minho.🤍 Thank you and I really like your writings!🤎

Thanks!

Omg yes! I love writing Minho! I’ll have it done ASAP💜💜💜

Requests are open!

a/n: sorry this took me way longer than I wanted 😭 I’ve had no motivation and I even had to have a friend help me finish writing it, things have been a little rough lately. I hope you all enjoy!

The friend that helped me is @galactic-junkyard and much love to her bc I literally could not have finished this without her

enjoy!

Requested by @futuristicyouthvoid (again sorry it took so long)

Minho x fem!reader

Warnings: blood and an injury, it’s just fluff honestly though

Two years. You’d been in the Glade for two shucking years. You were also one of the first people in the Glade after a few others, so you were there when the rules were made. You were there when mistakes were made, and you’d seen a lot of people die trying to escape the maze. Not only all of this, but you were the only girl. The only girl in a very confined area with a whole bunch of boys. Thats why you became a runner, you wanted to see first hand exactly what was going on in the maze, and it gave you some time alone. 

You definitely had friends, but they were never your top priority, the maze always came first. The only person you truly took time for was Minho. You never noticed the special attention that he payed you, or the special attention that you payed him. Sure you were aware of how very attractive he was, but the maze should always come first. 

And besides what would be the point of ruining such a good friendship for a dumb relationship. What would even be the point of dating in the maze? It’s not anything could really come from it, right? 

This is what you say to yourself everyday. You can’t get distracted. The only thing that matters is getting out. 

And it stayed that way for a while. It got boring and the maze got more frustrating, but you had to push through.  

It was on a run that everything changed. Those shucked up grievers. You knew how they worked, you knew their usual routes that they took during the day. You knew how to avoid them. But today they were acting different, you were running section 2 like normal, thoughts going through your head as fast as your feet were running. You weren’t really paying to your surroundings, just leaving a trail of cut vines to find your way back. 

That’s why you didn’t notice the clicking and whirring of the griever. That’s why it was too late for you to run. The griever reached its mechanical claw out and was unable to grab you, but did manage to cut you. A long deep cut down your left leg. 

“Shuck!” You cry out. The  pain makes you want to stop, but to stop is to die, so you push on. After five turns your vision starts to blur, but the griever is still following you close behind. Blood is pouring out of your leg, and black is clouding the edge of your vision.

“Help! Help me! Minho!” Your voice breaks and you trip over a stray vine and hit your head. You don’t know what compelled you to yell Minho’s name, but out of all the names you could have yelled, you chose Minho. As your vision fades, you see a blurred blue shirt and then everything goes black.

You open your eyes to see a cracked open window, letting in warm afternoon light. Pounding fills your head and you go to sit up, only to fall back down, a sharp pain running through your leg. 

Why does everything hurt? 

“Hey y/n, how are you feeling?” Clint briefly looks over you, making sure your movements haven’t opened any wounds. 

You let out a bitter chuckle “Good as I can be I guess. What-“ you cut yourself off as you look around and see the sleeping figure of Minho, slumped over in the crudely built chair next to your bed.

“…How long has he- how long have I been out?” You briefly take your eyes off of Minho to glance up at Clint as he begins to move about the room, grabbing clean bandages so he can change your dirty ones. 

“It’s been about three days now, and yes- he’s been here this whole time” he gestures to Minho.

“Oh- three days? I- has he eaten anything?” Concern fills your voice, you know Minho, he’s stubborn and if he’s been by your bedside you don’t doubt that he hasn’t moved for anything. 

“No, like I said-“ just as Clint started to speak, Minho’s head shot up.

“Y/n?” Minhos groggy voice matched his lopsided hair.

“Morning sunshine-“ Clint teases as Minho shuffled over to your side.

“Shut up.” Minho snipped back before turning his full attention to you. “Are you okay..?” He asked cautiously, his voice had an undertone of care and warmth to it.

“Fine.. a little sore-“ you begin before getting cut off by the other runner.

“Where?” His eyes scan your body, making your cheeks flush. You’ve never cared about they way he looked at you before, why now?  You motion to you leg and minho pulls up the thin blanket covering your mangled limb. Both of the two boys take a peek and cringe at the sight of it. Clint, being the closest thing to a doctor, took a closer look at you leg while minho zoned out.

“Minho.. you good?” You ask, immediately getting an agitated answer.

“How could I be okay when your carelessness nearly got you killed. Oh sometimes I swear you do this on purpose but i know your no idiot because I-“

Minho’s eyes caught your tearful gaze and he stopped scolding you. “No I didn’t mean- y/n you now Ii- Clint could we have a moment”

The medic looked relieved to be excused from this awkward situation. He left the two alone in the dimly lit room, giving minho time to form his words.

After a few beats of silence you speak up, “I know you- what?”

You prompted in a mildly aggressive tone. When he refused to speak up you repeated yourself with a harsher attitude. “I know you-“

“You know i care for you! Right…?” Minho said cautiously. Now you were the on who couldn’t speak. Your lack of words made him more self conscious. He was fighting tears, which shocked you. He never gave of that kind of fragility before. “I care for you, a-lot. And seeing you push yourself so hard all the time to find a answer to this shucking maze is killing me. Its killing me because i love you, and im not sure you feel the same. And its okay of you don’t but-“

He was cut off by your lips meeting his. When the initial shock wore off  and you pulled away his hand cupped your cheek and reeled you back in. This kiss was tender and warm. He treated you like an artist would worship his final creation, which was a breath of fresh air in comparison to the harsh conditions the maze forced upon you. On all of the gladers..

“Am I… interrupting something?” Clint interrupted in a cheeky tone. Minho pulls away with a smile tugging at his lips, the happiest hes been since he beat Gally during the bonfire two months ago. 

“Yes Clint, your timing is impeccable-“

Clint snickered, “If I’m not mistaken, you have a maze to run around.”

“And you have a patient to take care of” Minho adds with a glance down at you, “take care of her shuckface.”

Before Minho leaves,  the room he turns and flashes you a wink. The giddy boy left and Clint gave you a look. 

“So…… are we gonna talk about that?” 

With nothing but Minho on your mind and a smile on your face you turn away from the door as Minho is gone now. 

“Nope.”