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Beyond [Prolog]
Hello,
this is my first fan fiction written in english, so i am sorry for mistakes.
This is a self-insert Maze Runner fan fiction, and is also Newt x Reader.
This chapter is just the introduction.
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Before
“Hey, how was your mission?“
“Ah, don´t ask! It was fine. What happened when I was gone?”
“Don´t change the topic Y/N! You know what you and your guys are called nowadays?” The girl with fluffy blond hair had an angry look on her face as she scolded her friend.
Since her brother was sent off to the facility six month ago she hadn´t had heard a single word from him. The only thing she ever heard about him was the weekly report about the test subjects generally and there wasn´t anything out of the ordinary. She missed him dearly and now her stupid best friend seemed to try to get herself killed. The girl next to her just rolled her eyes.
“What?”
“Team Beyond Suicidal! The TBS for short! Bloody hell Y/N you need to be more careful. You can´t just go into an area and start to clean it out! You need to think before you and your unit move or you will die!”
Tears started to fall and Y/N watched her friend cry silently. She knew her friend hadn´t had it easy since her brother was taken. Hell, she herself missed that stupid brat, a little. But that was something she would never admit. The three came to Wicked at the same time and her brother was the same age as Y/N. They had a few classes together and she grew fond of the siblings.
A sigh escaped her and she stopped walking through those endless corridors.
“I am sorry Lizzy., all right. I will be more careful the next time. I promise. You know I wouldn´t be out there if I couldn´t handle myself.”
“Really? I… I couldn´t bear to lose you as well.” Her tears fell freely now but she didn´t care.
“Hey don´t say that. Your stupid brother will be fine. Heck, I´m sure his Maze will be the first to finish the tests.”
“You… You think so? Really?”
“Yes, or else he owes me 20 bucks!” This comment made Lizzy chuckle.
It wasn´t uncommon for the people from the defense squad to place bets on the experiments. With this, the defense member and the laboratory assistant went to the dining hall. But it was the true. Y/N´s squad was called Team Beyond Suicidal for a reason. They were the first to run straight into danger. All squad members had special combat and medical training, but Team 13 were mad like the Cranks they fought themselves.
Beyond [Part 1/10]
Hello,
this is my first fan fiction written in english, so i am sorry for mistakes.
This is a self-insert Maze Runner fan fiction, and is also Newt x Reader.
The previous chapter is more or less a Prolog.
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“So Y/N, your little friend alright? Saw you guys being all girly and shit.”
“Yeah, Lizzy is fine. She is just a little bit overprotective.”
“So you didn´t tell her how close it really was?” The elder guy with fire red hair chuckled.
“Oh shut up! As if you are always so honest with your friends at the experimental department, Jake.”
Instead of an answer the elder boy only grunted. Your talk with Lizzy laid some days back, but you never told her, that you guys just barely made it out the last time. Those cranks were scary but you couldn´t leave Wicked. That was just not an option, even if you knew how fucked up the world was, but you didn´t want to creep Lizzy out of her mind by telling her what you experienced every day. She would only worry more than she already did.
You and Jake just finished checking the equipment for your next mission. So now you could spent some time with your friend. Lizzy worked at the laboratory. Something about developing half organic, half metal weapons to fight against the cranks. In the future those weapons would replace you and the other defense members in order to protect the city and the citizens. That was also a reason why Lizzy worked so hard. She wanted you to leave the active fighters. You couldn´t find her at her normal work space. It took you a while but you found her at one of your hiding places. One you hadn´t used since her brother went into the Maze.
“Hey Lizzy, what´s wrong?” You creeped closer to your friend. You could hear her sniffing as if she were crying.
“He… he…“ But your friend couldn´t say anything more before another whine left her.
“Hey shhh, everything is fine Liz. I am here, I will protect you ok? Now breathe. I can´t help you if I don´t know what´s going on.”
She did what you told her. Lizzy breathed slowly in and out. When she tried to talk again her big brown eyes were teary from all the crying.
“He is going to kill himself.”
Your body froze. Kill himself? Who? And when? That didn´t make sense! Why would she be so sad instead of doing something? Oh no…
“Y- You don´t mean him, him? Who told you this?!”
“A… a friend. I… I needed to know. They never said anything specific. I just needed to know. … He will try to kill himself. The cameras recorded him talking to himself about it. He made a plan! He will do it the next time they send someone up, when everybody is distracted! ”
She was nearly screaming at the end. You were shocked. What should you do? Your friend was at the brink of a panic attack. And all because of this stupid Brit! Shit! You needed to do something! But… what could you do? You hadn´t many options. All you could do was try and calm her down but that wouldn´t work. You had known Lizzy long enough to realise it wasn´t worth trying. Your mind went into overdrive. Before you could come to a solution the blonde Brit grasped your hands with a force you never knew she had. Her eyes seemed to pierce into your soul.
“You need to get him out! You need to look out for him! Please I am begging you! Help him!”
It took you a moment to realize what she was asking you. She wanted you to run and ruin one of the few experiments that might produce a cure for the flare.
“Lizzy I… I can´t…”
“Please! Y/N I´m begging you…!”
You stopped her right there. It wasn´t that you didn´t want to go and save her brother. You genuinely wanted to help him but…
“Stop! Lizzy stop. Even if I could just walk into the maze, straight to him and I then… I don´t know what. Tell him everything is fine or take him out of there? That what he is doing might help hundreds of people? He wouldn´t know who I am and you know it. They erased their memories! It was necessary in order to build a community and strengthen their ambition. I don´t even know what they else do to him and the others, but Ava would have my head for ruining something so big! Not to mention that there is no way for me to get into the maze.”
“My friend can do it. He can get you in. He is smart! We could arrange wrong delivery papers. Make it look like you were sent to the wrong maze. He will cover for you. They already broke Newt, please don´t let them kill him as well! You are the only one I can turn to. Help me.”
The whole time you were kneeling before Lizzy. But after she said that, you had to sit down. Perhaps she - or her friend - could smuggle you into the maze. Maybe you could save him.
List of Fandoms
I love to write. Feel free to ask me anything: imagines, one shots, shipping, fan fiction etc. The fandoms I write about are:
Harry Potter
Marvel
DC
The Maze Runner
The Riot Club
Stephen King’s IT
Riverdale
I’ll add more to my list later, maybe.
I love this so much. I do be pulling my bf in from his neckties sometimes to kiss or just because he’s being an idiot. Either one.
Scenarios That I Imagine In My Freetime
- them saying, “What are you going to do about it”
- them making a spotify playlist full of songs that remind them of you
- falling asleep on their chest with their arms wrapped around you, feeling safer than you ever have before
- them trying to do your makeup and vice versa, just laughing at each others mistakes
- their eyes lighting up when they talk about you to their friends <3
- them tackling you onto your bed and giving you kisses all over your face after you wiped their kiss off jokingly
- “Do you know just how much you have me wrapped around your finger?”
- pet names. Pet Names. PET NAMES. “darling” “love” “princess/prince”
- them giving you a hug from behind while giving that one person a bitchy smile as they do so
- “Your so cute when you’re mad” “Shut up”
- You pull away from a kiss but they immediately say, “no come back here” before kissing you again
- them lifting your head and just staring at you, leading you to say, “what?” they reply “wait a minute I wanna look at you” before pulling you into a kiss
- them grabbing your hips to get past you
- kissing in the rain. Need I say more?
- pulling them into a kiss by their necktie/you getting pulled into a kiss by your necktie
- them being speechless when seeing you all dressed up
- their hips being the exact same height as the kitchen counters. That’s all imma say but ifykyk.
with dreams came rain, part one. thomas x green-eyed reader
summary 📣: in which thomas has a dream about a pretty girl with pretty green eyes from his past
warning/s 🚫: “angst”
slater’s note 🗯: au but also still follows the storyline of the scorch trials (part two?)
sleep was hard to come by now a days.
the heat of the scorch sent thomas over on edge as he would have barely have time to sleep before being woken from deep sweats of stress and bad dreams that were always the same and always reoccurring but always so short.
he’d lie awake at night with his hands folded over his chest while his eyes studied the surface of the sky. dark and blue with tiny little lights that were just barely visible through the usual clouds full of thunder and lightening but never really rain.
he’d think and he’d hope for sleep and for peace to come to his mind at last but he knew it’d never come.
when sleep did come, he’d wish for the dream.
the dream with the pretty girl around his age with memorizing pretty green eyes filled with youth and spark. he could see the soul in them, full of harmonious joy that gave him life, that fueled him with happiness.
it was always the same. begun the same, ended the same, never with a hello nor with a goodbye.
and that angered him. he was always set mad with the lack of time he had. he wanted more. he wanted to say goodbye.
“look at the sky, thomas, look how pretty.”
everytime he saw you, it always rained.
literally rained. water fell from the sky, drenching the dry, hot sand. blinding any live eyes of the scorch.
“looks so soft and...”
“...calming.”
he held you closely and tightly with his arm wrapped around your back while the other held your arm, making sure you were stable up close on top of him.
“you make me feel calm... you make me happy, thomas,” you rolled over so your chest was fully pressed against his, hearts connecting, hands lacing together like puzzle pieces.
he felt like he couldn’t breathe. everything you were doing he wanted to last forever and yet he hadn’t had the slightest clue who you were despite everything feeling familiar.
like this was done before, you were real and not a figment of his imagination. every repetitive touch you shared together, every kiss, every word, every noise... it seemed all real and all just a distant memory that his subconscious was pulling up for a sense of relief.
“i feel stuck in my head when i’m not with you,” you whispered, lips moving closer to his, every inch closer to desire and praise and relief.
relief from the built up tension in his stomach. relief from the scorch. relief from WICKED, being hunted, seeing his friends dying, starting life over and over again. it was all relief once your lips touched his.
“please, never leave me.”
he should’ve known it was a dream by how good he felt and by the words that fell from his mouth so effortlessly and mindlessly and by how he didn’t worry about anything.
his stomach felt like as if there were a million tiny bunches of bubbles swarming and consuming every bit of him as he took in every bit of you.
“i wouldn’t dream of it.”
it always ended there. the fantasy world of soft colors and warm weather began to melt away and disappear, slipping from his finger tips no matter how hard he tried to grasp it, hold on tightly, but that only made it fall away faster.
and then it rained.
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home. thomas x reader
summary 📣: in which reader and thomas share a close moment wondering if they’re finally home
warning/s 🚫: naked fluff, swearing
slater’s note 🗯: thomas has blue eyes in this okay?
it was peaceful.
the high pressured water knocked down all the pain away, all the soreness from running and rushing away from all the past problems that happened in the last few day. it all went down the drain.
the heat made your skin go numb in the most sensational way, the best feeling that had ever touched your skin in the longest time. you wanted to stay in there forever, but something was drawing you away into your new profound home.
you turned off the faucet, running your hands through your wet hair before stepping out of the shower, the cold air immediately nipped all over at your skin, surrounding you in coldness. it made you shiver while wrapping the white towel hung next to your stall around your body.
the room seemed to be completely empty, taking you by surprise since just like you, no one had had a proper shower in years. you shifted back and forth on your feet, the cold, wet tiles pressing hard against the bareness while you thought, soon noticing you weren’t the only one that still occupied the the shower room.
the water echoed loudly throughout the hollow, tiled filled room. it sounded lightly of a rainstorm, reminding you of afternoons in the glade when heavy water droplets fell from the previously clear blue sky, roughly crashing into the ground and tearing up the grass.
it didn’t feel real. none of it. hours ago you could've sworn there no other world out there than besides the glade, and no other people than besides the hundreds of boys that came in and out of the glade, death stealing them from their feet.
until thomas. with his crazy ambition and pretty blue eyes that drove you wild and out of your mind. the things he did within a couple of days you couldn’t ever do in a couple of years. he saved you, every one of you.
“hey, pretty boy,” you peaked your head through the thin manila material that shaded everyones eyes away from the person in the shower stall, that being pretty crystal blue eyed thomas.
how'd you guess?
he turned around, slightly shocked before realizing it was you, his facial features softening but yet slightly surprised still.
“nice ass.”
“shut up.”
you smiled up at him, admiring the way his eyes were shining back at yours, full of feverishness, high of energy. the rest of him looked worn out, your eyes dragging away his own, studying his low held shoulders, bruised, but clean.
“you gonna join me or not?”
you dropped your towel, your smile expanding at his words. you had never been with him personally, not this personally anyways. he was always a rock for you the moment he came from the box, finding a strange sense of comfort in him, as did he with you.
the moment you met thomas, you immediately saw something you never saw in other boys that came to the maze.
he had a court of hope that filled his eyes. it looked like he never slept, and for that, it also looked like his mind never stopped racing, never stopped thinking. he was special, he didn’t give up, he wasn’t okay with the fact that he was trapped unlike the other half of the boys who were rather comfortable with it.
he was a prodigy of hope.
“you talk to all girls that way, thomas?” “never met one until now.”
he held you close, his fingers pressing deeply into your hipbones as his eyes filled your own, full of admiration, consuming every feature of yours. he had an amused look on his face as he begun to pull you closer and closer, soon pulling you beneath the hot water.
his amused smiled expanded into a playful one as the two of your were now completely emerged in the warmth of thick droplets of steaming hot water.
your chest was soon pressed against his before the eagerness got the better of the both of you. his head dipped down close to you until the both of your mouths were pressed against one another’s.
a tension of pleasure begun to build up in your stomach as he worked his lips against yours, sucking before your head dropped backwards letting a low exhale of pleasure escape past your lips.
the slightest opening of your mouth made him take his chances, slipping his tongue against yours.
“you sure kiss like you have,” you pulled away, a smiled swarming your face as you watch him roll his eyes before cupping your cheek, kissing you one last time on your lips before pulling you into an embrace.
you had never felt that way before. a strange sense of comfort filled your stomach like a glass of juice. it added onto the warm ness of the shower as your cheek was pressed against thomas’ bare chest while his chin was pressed in the crook of your neck.
he pressed soft, wet kisses against your shoulder making your stomach go warm in happiness, a different happiness you had never felt before. you had never felt such a fast yet long euphoria made from such a closeness you had with nobody before.
you pressed a soft kiss against his chest before pulling away slightly, looking up to the boy with full admiration, “you think we’ll stay like this forever?”
“what, in the shower..?”
“no,” you lightly laughed breathily, “happy, safe... home.”
he pressed his lips together in a thin line, his eyes reaching the far top of the ceiling, thinking and thinking before looking down again, meeting your eager and rare innocent looking eyes.
“we’re close, baby, real close.”
you melt. your hand reaches up to touch his face lightly, thumb caressing the light cut along his cheekbone. he closes his eyes lightly underneath your soft touch, soaking up how gentle you were.
“you’re home to me, thomas,” you whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek before you paused, rubbing your lips together before jumping up on your tippy toes, kissing his pretty lips.
maybe it was too fast, too random, too out of pocket... but you felt as if you needed to say it. you wanted him to hear it no matter how short of a time you knew him.
“i’ve never felt this way about anyone, no one has ever made me feel this safe,” your hand tracked to the back of his neck, running your fingers through the back of hair, “you feel like home.”
Half The World Away || Newt x Reader|| Part 1 of 2
A/N: This is a recreation of what I had in mind since my dumbass forgot to save before closing the app
Part 2: Here
Cold...
WCKD is good...
I'm sorry...
WCKD is good...
Cold...
I hope you will survive...
WCKD is good...
Cold...
Wake up Y/N...
Wake up...
Wake up Y/N...
¡¡¡WAKE UP!!!
She violently woke up by the cage movement. She looked around, breathing heavily. "Help... Help!" She screamed, tears welling in her eyes. Her heart sunk when the cage halted, and voices could be heard from the outside. She held her knees tightly, closing her eyes shut, concentrating on her breath.
"Found the greenie!" She froze at the accent, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Greenie is a shebean" Another voice said, as she could hear responses.
"Girl? Aw yeah!"
"I call dibs"
"I saw her first!"
"Alright, Alright! Everyone get back to work!" Another voice called. She started to tremble, her breath becoming irregular. "She's scared" the accent said. "No shuck! I thought she was happy!" A voice said. "Shuck off, Minho" the accent said. "Hey..." she looked up to see a dark skinned man a couple feet away. "It's okay, we won't hurt you... Your scared, we all feel the same when we were in your position. But your the only girl, so I know you might be frightened to death" The man started, as she tried to back away when he tried to get near.
"My name is Alby. The one to my right is Newt, my second in command... Thats Gally, Keeper of the builders. And that's Minho, Keeper of the Runners. It's oka-" She didn't know why, but she ran and hugged Alby, her hands trembling violently, as she cried. Alby froze, but hugged her back, trying to soothe her. "Why..." she whimpered, as Alby looked at Minho and Newt, who eyes seemed to pity, as Gally ordered the boys to take out the supplies.
Once she calmed down, Newt and Minho helped her out and she sat on the grass, shyness overtaking her. "You think shebean got a name?" She heard Minho asked to Newt. "Y/N..." She whispered, as they looked at her. "What?" Minho asked. "Y-Y/N... My name... it's Y/N" she said a little louder, still looking at the grass.
Couple Months later...
Y/N was quiet and sometimes distant, working in the kitchen with Frypan, the only person who wouldn't ask her question after question. "Y/N, can you get veggies from Newt" Frypan asked, as she nodded. Picking up the basket, she went off to where the track-goes were busy farming. "Ah, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here! Fry needs something from the gardens?" Y/N nodded to Newt, who placed veggies on the basket.
Y/N smiled, and bowed her head, before walking off. "She still doesn't talk to anyone?" Zart asked, as Newt shook his head. "Only speaks to Alby and Fry when needed. Oh, the box is coming up" Newt said as they walked towards it. "It's another boy!" Someone yelled. "He klunked himself!" Another yelled, as everyone laughed. Y/N looked as they picked s chubby boy out from the box.
"Fry..." Y/N called out, as Fry nodded. Y/N walked out and towards Alby, who was talking to the boy. "Oh, Y/n, what's u-" Minho didn't finish when he saw Y/N hug the chubby boy, who seemed startled. "It's okay... I was in your shoes..." Y/N whispered to him, as the boy hugged her. "It's okay to cry... Crying always help with the shock" She said, as sniffles left the boys mouth.
"My name is Y/N, that's Alby, he's the leader. Oh, and that's Newt, he's Alby second in command. And that's Minho, Keeper of the Runners" Y/N whispered to him, pointing at the people. "Do you remember your name?" She asked, as the kid shook his head. "Don't worry, it'll come today or tomorrow, or the next day. Alby will give you the tour, then it'll be lunch. I'll see you then, okay?" She said, as he nodded.
Y/N looked at Alby, nodding and walking back to the kitchen-like hut. When lunch was being served, Y/N found the chubby boy sitting alone and sat down with him. "Hello" She said smiling, as the boy smiled back. “What’s your name again?” The boy asked, as Y/N smiled. “My name is Y/N” the boy smiled. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Chuck” he said, as Y/N hugged him, happy to know that he remembered his name.
One month later...
"Why don't you tell him?" Chuck asked, as Y/N sighed. "He doesn't see me like that. He sees me as a sister..." Y/N said, as she glanced at Newt. "Isn't the box suppose to be coming?" Chuck asked, as Y/N nodded, smiling. "Oh, it seems like it's here" Y/N said happily, as boys gathered. "Are you going to see?" Chuck asked, as Y/N shook her head. "I want to meet up with Jeff. I got injured the other day and he told me to go and change the bandage today" Y/N said, waving Chuck goodbye.
"Jeff?" Y/N called out, as the scrawny dark skinned boy came in. "Y/N! Came to change the bandage right now?" Jeff asked, as Y/N nodded, sitting down. "How have you been? Still with irregular breathing or..." Jeff started, as Y/N thought. "I'm fine" She said, smiling brightly. Jeff only nodded warily, but decided not to push her. "Are you going to the bonfire tonight?" Jeff asked. "No, I want some time alone and relax. Partying isn't my thing, especially with Gally's drink around" Y/N said, before walking away.
"Y/N" She looked up and saw Chuck standing in the door. "Come in Chuck" Y/N said, patting the spot next to her. "Why aren't you outside?" He asked, as Y/N thought for a while. "Chuck, would you like to hear something?" Y/N asked, as Chuck nodded.
"I would like to leave this city
This old town don't smell too pretty
And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Y/N sang, as Chuck looked at her in awe.
"I didn't know you can sing!" Chuck said happily, as Y/N placed her finger to her lips. "Please keep it a secret?" Y/N asked, as Chuck nodded. She bid Chuck goodnight, and looked out her window, to see Newt with a boy she never seen before, which might be the new greenie.
"Oh, Thomas, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Thomas. He's the new greenie" Chuck said. Y/N was walking to the destheads when she bumped into Chuck with the greenie. "Hello Thomas, I'm Y/N" She said, smiling. "Are you an angel?" Thomas said aloud, before turning red. Y/N giggled, before laughing. "I don't see myself as an angel, Your the first to say it" Y/N said.
Across the field, Alby, Newt and Minho stood looking at Thomas, Chuck, and Y/N talking. "She laughed at something he said" Minho said. "She's smiling too" Newt said, bitterly. "He's flirting Alby, do something!" Minho whined, as Alby sighed. "Let her talk to whoever. This is the first time she's talked to someone that isn't me or Fry or Chuck" Alby said, walking away.
"She grabbed his hand" Minho said, as Y/N said something. "Bloody shank" Newt said, bitterly, before walking away, Minho going to the map room. "So... your telling me that me and Chuck are the only ones who know you can sing?" Thomas asked during dinner, as Y/N nodded. "And you l i k e Newt?" Y/N nodded again, her cheeks red. "More like in love with him" Chuck whispered to Thomas, who snickered.
"You guys stop it!" Y/N whined, her cheeks turned a darker red. Thomas and Chuck started laughing, as Y/N joined them, coughing time by time during the laughing fit. When they finished with their laughing fit, they noticed that the glade was starring at them, especially Newt, Minho, and Alby. Y/N shrunk a bit, looking at Thomas, who thought of something. "Let's go to the forest, I think I saw some fireflies" Thomas said, as Y/N eyes were bright.
"She was laughing at something he said" Minho said. "And they're leaving to the forest" Newt said. "He's flirting with her Alby!" Minho whined again, as Alby gave them a warning glance. "I think she's breaking out of her shell" Alby said, telling all the Gladers to finish food and call it a night.
At the forest, Y/N coughed some more, using a cloth to cover her mouth. "Are you allergic to something?" Thomas asked, as she shook her head. "I think I ate too quickly, that's all" Y/N said, swallowing down the feeling of throwing up.
The next day, Y/N was at the med-jacks hut, as Jeff gave her some medication for her nausea. "Are you sure your alright?" Jeff asked, as Y/N nodded, drinking water. "Help!" Jeff got up and looked out. "Jeff..?" Y/N called out. "Stay here, I'll be back" Jeff said, as Y/N stay sitting. "Y/N!" Chuck called out as Y/N looked at him, before noticing Thomas. "Are you alright?" Y/N asked, worriedly. "Ben was stung and attacked Thomas" Chuck explained, as Y/N bandage Thomas. "Stung? In broad daylight?" Y/N questioned, as Thomas nodded.
"What will happen to him?" Thomas asked, as Y/N froze. "Well... he broke one of the three main rules. Alby might punish him badly" Y/N said, as Chuck stayed silent. "How?" Thomas asked, as both shrugged.
Later on that day, Y/N was next to Thomas, as Ben begged Minho and Alby to spare him. "What are they doing?" Thomas asked, as Y/N lips trembled. "B-Banishment..." Y/N whispered. Thomas noticed and held her hand, as she saw them all push Ben in, his cries and pleas reaching deaf ears. Y/N closed her eyes, as she heard the doors close shut. "He belongs to the maze now" Y/N whispered, pulling Thomas to find Chuck.
"They're holding her hand" Minho stated, as Newt looked. "He's going to break her heart" Newt said to Alby, who rolled his eyes. "They're just friends, she told me" Alby said, as Newt scoffed. "Yeah, I don't believe a single klunk" Newt said, as Alby gave him a warning glance.
"Talk to him" Fry said, as Y/N was cutting vegetables. "Fry..." Y/N started, before running and throwing up breakfast. "Are you okay?" Fry asked, worried. "Yes... I'm okay, just have stomach flu I guess" Y/N said, as Fry grabbed her and pushed her to the gardens. Y/N sighed and walked to the gardens, noticing Chuck and Thomas sitting, and Newt and Zart cutting a tree out.
"Your suppose to be helping, not slacking" Y/N said, as Chuck, Thomas, Newt and Zart jumped. Y/N smiled, and waved at them. "Fry told me to take some time off, and I saw that Thomas wasn't doing his job" Y/N said, picking up the machete from Thomas. "What are you-" Y/N swung at the tree roots, as Zart and Newt took a step back.
"Holy shuck" Zart said, as Thomas looked scared. "Try, Thomas" Y/N said, smiling, as Thomas grabbed the machete and started. Y/N looked at Newt, and smiled innocently, making Neet blush. They all stopped when they heard thunder, and went to take cover, as rain started to pour. "What happens if they don't make it?" Thomas asked, as Y/N looked confused. "They're going to make it" Newt said. "But what if they don't?" Thomas asked again. "They're going to make it" Newt said, avoiding eye contact with Y/N.
"Alby... No..." Y/N said, sprinting to the maze door once the rain stopped. "Y/N, wait!" Newt called our, running after her. He stopped her from getting any closer to the door, and held her as everyone waited patiently. "Look!" Thomas said, as Y/N saw Minho with Alby. "Somethings wrong" Newt said, as Y/N realized.
"C'mon Minho!"
"You can do it!"
"You gotta leave him"
"Please don't leave him..." Minho didn't let go, he couldn't. Y/N was standing there, her eyes filled with fear, hugging Newt, who had a grip on her. "They're not going to make it" Thomas said. It went in slow motion, but Y/N struggled, screaming at Thomas, who ran into the maze. "No!" She screamed, but the doors closed, as tears fell from her eyes.
"Y/N... Y/N!!!" Y/N fainted in Newt arms, as he picked her up and went to the end-jacks but, Jeff and Clint on his tail. "Fainted due to shock" Clint said, as Chuck saw Newt hold her hand, his eyes worried. "He loves you too, Y/N" Chuck said, before walking and sitting a couple feet away from the maze.
"Alby... Minho... Thomas..." Y/N whispered out, as she gained consciousness. Blinking, she looked to see Newt smiling, his eyes holding worry. "You alright, love. Just fainted due to shock" Newt said, as Y/N got up. "The maze... Minho... Thomas... Alby..." Y/N said, as Newt tried stopping her. "Rest. I'll go and check for you. The first sign that they're back I'll send Chuck to tell you, okay?" Newt said, as Y/N nodded, before she went to sleep.
"Jeff what's wrong?" Clint asked once Newt left. "Something doesn't seem right, Clint. Y/N clearly isn't alright, even if she says it" Jeff said, as Clint looked outside. "She looks healthy, though. The box comes up with the same supplies as always. If there was something else, then it would've given a clear view that something wasn't alright with her" Clint said, as Jeff nodded.
Half The World Away || Newt x Reader|| Part 2 of 2
Part 1: Here
Previously;
"Jeff what's wrong?" Clint asked once Newt left. "Something doesn't seem right, Clint. Y/N clearly isn't alright, even if she says it" Jeff said, as Clint looked outside. "She looks healthy, though. The box comes up with the same supplies as always. If there was something else, then it would've given a clear view that something wasn't alright with her" Clint said, as Jeff nodded.
Continuing;
Early in the morning, Y/N woke up feeling cold. She got up and walked to where the group sat and walked next to Newt. "Bloody hell, Y/N! What are you doing here? You should be resting" Newt said, as Y/N sat down. The doors opened, and Newt helped Y/N up, as they looked inside. "They're not coming back" Y/N eyes welled up, as everyone turned their backs.
"No way..." Zart said, as Y/N turned around. Minho and Thomas were in view, helping Alby. "Yeah!" Chuck said, as everyone cheered. "Alby!" Y/N called out, as Minho and Thomas placed him down. "He got stung" Minho said, as Y/N hugged him and Thomas. They both felt how she trembled, and guilt started to fill them. "You saw a griever?" Chuck asked Thomas once Y/N released them from her hug. "He didn't just see it... he killed it" Minho said, as Y/N froze.
Thomas sat as Gally started to talk. After what happened, Y/N and Alby were taken to the med-jacks hut, as Y/N was drained and Alby had to be restrained. "I'd say make him s Runner" Minho said, as everyone disagreed. Suddenly, they heard the box come up. It wasn't suppose to come today, so everyone went out.
What they found was shocking. A girl was there, almost sleeping, with supplies surrounding her. When they took her out, she woke up and looked at them, as th boys gawked. "Ah- um... Hi, I'm Newt. Welcome to the glade, what's your name?" Newt asked, coming out of the shock. "Teresa... Why am I here?" She asked, as Newt explained.
After Teresa's arrival, Y/N noticed a change in the boys. They saw her as a goddess. She cured Alby from the sting, and everyone was on her. Y/N didn't mind, she got to know Teresa, and kept each other secrets safely. But what she did mind was the fact Newt payed more attention to Teresa.
"Y/N..." Chuck called out and she looked at him. Everyone was having a bonfire for the new greenie, Teresa. All the Gladers paid more attention to her, but Y/N didn't mind, she still had Chuck and Thomas to talk too. "What you guys doing here?" Thomas voice rang, as he handed a glass of Gally's secret recipe to Y/N.
Y/N looked at the maze, before looking at Thomas and Chuck. "What do you guys think is on the other side?" Y/N asked, as Thomas thought. "Freedom?" Chuck guessed, as Y/N smiled. She looked behind to see the group of boys surrounding Teresa, asking her questions, especially Newt. Y/N looked at Thomas and Chuck, and decided that get up and used a stick.
"I would like to leave this city
This old town don't smell too pretty
And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Y/N started to sing, as Thomas and Chuck smiled.
"And when I leave this island
I book myself into a soul asylum
I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Thomas and Chuck swayed their hands in the air from side to side, Y/N smiling and closing her eyes.
"So here I go
I'm still scratching around in the same old hole
My body feels young but my mind is very old..." Teresa looked up when she heard a voice. "Who's singing?" Teresa asked the group of clingy boys, who looked confused once they heard it. Teresa got up to listen.
"So what do you say?
You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway
You're half the world away
You're half the world away" Teresa followed the voice and stopped when she saw Y/N singing, Thomas and Chuck relaxed. When Teresa looked back, the group of boys looked as shock as her.
"And when I leave this planet
You know I'd stay but I just can't stand it
And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Thomas and Chuck chuckled, as Y/N smile grew.
"And if I can leave this spirit
I'll find me a hole and I'll live in it
And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Y/N then looked at the wall, where the names were carved. Y/N traced her name, before tracing Chuck, Alby, Thomas, Teresa, and Gally.
"So here I go
I'm still scratching around in the same old hole
My body feels young but my mind is very old" Y/N then stopped and stared at the Newt's name. Everyone looked at Newt, who's cheeks were tinted pink, possibly from Gally's secret recipe or from his thumping heart.
"So what do you say?
You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway
You're half the world away
You're half the world away" Y/N traced Newt name, as everyone saw the warmth in her as she looked at the wall, and the names.
"You're half the world away
I've been lost, I've been found
But I don't feel down" Y/N twirled and sat down in between Thomas and Chuck, who gave her te drink.
"You're half the world away
I've been lost, I've been found
But I don't feel down" Y/N twirled and sat down in between Thomas and Chuck, who gave her the drink.
"You're half the world away
I've been lost, I've been found
But I don't feel down
I don't feel down" Y/N finished singing, as she drank. Slowly, Thomas, Chuck, and Y/N heard clapping and looked behind them. Teresa was clapping, as the boys. Y/N got up and looked at them, before locking eyes with Newt.
Thump thump thump thump
Y/N walked back before looking around, panicking. She looked at Chuck and Thomas, before bottling to the forest. Chuck followed, as Thomas looked at everyone. "What the fuck guys!" Thomas yelled angrily, as Newt snapped. "What the fuck? What the fuck, Tommy! Why didn't you fucking tell us she can sing!" Newt yelled back, walking up to Thomas and pushing him. They started to argue, before Alby broke them both up. Thomas shook his head, before walking to the forest to find Y/N and Chuck, who were sitting under a tree, visible to Thomas.
The next day, Y/N sat with Thomas and Chuck, looking down as whispers went through the glade. "Hey Y/N..." Teresa started with a smile, but the smile faltered when Y/N got up and walked to the homestead, Chuck following, and Thomas apologizing to Teresa, before following. "I want to be alone, please" Y/N said once Thomas and Chuck caught up to her.
"We'll be outside if you need us" Thomas said, tugging Chuck. Y/N nodded, and waited for both to be out of eyesight, before collapsing and gasping for air, holding her chest tightly.
"Chuck, come sit" Y/N said, as she coughed into a cloth. "Are you okay? Do you want me to call Jeff or Clint?" Chuck asked, as Y/N smiled weakly. "I'm fine, Chuck. Show me the little art you created" Y/N said, as Chuck took it out. "It's beautiful Chuck. Your parents will love it" Y/N said, as Chuck looked at Y/N. "You and Thomas will be there when I see my parents, right?" Chuck asked, as Y/N nodded, coughing again.
Thomas later joined, bringing blankets to sleep on. Once Chuck and Thomas fell asleep, she got up and went a bit further away, before throwing up what she ate, and blood. She kept on coughing and throwing up, as her mind became woozy. She started to crawl to Thomas and Chuck, her eyes pleading for a bit more time. She kissed Chuck forehead, before kissing Thomas forehead. "I'm sorry..." Y/N whispered, before darkness engulfed her.
The next morning, Chuck woke up to Thomas coming with food. "Did Y/N wake up yet?" Thomas asked, as Chuck shook his head. "Alright, Y/N, rise and shine. It's time to work!" Thomas said, walking to Y/N unmoving body. "Y/N, did you hear... me..." Thomas stopped as he saw the image in front of him. "Chuck... Chuck! Get Jeff and Clint!" Thomas yelled, as he picked up Y/N. "Help! Help!" Chuck screamed, grabbing the attention of the Gladers.
"Chuck what's wrong?" Alby asked, as Chuck cried. "I don't know... Y/N... she isn't... Thomas said... Jeff and Clint..." Chuck cried out, as everyone saw Thomas running with Y/N body. There eyes widen when they saw how pale she was, and dried blood stain near her mouth. Jeff and Clint quickly rushed and started to examine her, everyone waiting outside. "What happened?" Minho asked Thomas. "I... I don't know..." Thomas said, trying not to break down.
A gruesome hour passes, before Jeff and Clint come out. Everyone looks at them with hope, but it soon disappears when Jeff shakes his head. Chuck cries grew louder, as Thomas hugged him. Teresa started to cry, as the whole Gladers looked shock, and sad. "Alby" Jeff called out, as Alby looked. Jeff gave him a letter, which read;
Dear Gladers,
Writing this is the most hardest thing I've ever done, energy wise. The truth is, I was dying, but of what is unknown. You see, when I went to Jeff to get my arm bandage, Jeff realized I had irregular breathing, and told me to rest. But it grew worse. Suddenly I would get coughing fits, and blood would come out. Then I couldn't keep Fry delicious food down, and I knew my time was being cut shorter and shorter.
Thomas, take care of Chuck, he's going to need you the most. Chuck, don't cry, please. Even if I'm gone, that doesn't mean I won't be there in spirit. Teresa, thank you. Don't blame Teresa. I asked and begged her to keep the attention on her, even if it hurt me, but it would allow me to distance myself from you guys. But when you caught me singing, I had to distance myself even more. Alby, thank you for being the best leader. Minho, you shucking perverted minded Asian shuck face, keep focus and find a way out of this maze.
Fry, I always loved your cooking. Gally, You shuck face... your a teddy bear in my eyes. Clint... Jeff... I'm sorry for not relying on you, but there are other people who need you. Newt... Sweet, lovable, calm, beautiful shuck faced with an accent... I hate you... but my mind and heart forgives you because I always loved you, still have and always will. And for the others who I didn't name, I'm sorry but my mind is woozy and I'm trying to stay awake before my hourly passing out starts. I hope you all get out, and I will miss you all. I won't say goodbye, but I will say thank you for everything.
Love,
The forgotten girl, Y/N
Not everything was the same. Everything came crashing down. Alby's death, the way out of the maze. But as Chuck took his last breathe, Thomas cried out in anger. He let Y/N down... Chuck was dead. And a blink of an eye, now he was leading his friends away from WCKD into the scorch. Winston died, but they learned about the people who were not immune to the flare. And then they met Brenda and Jorge, who help them.
Then came the betrayal of Teresa, and their friends were captured. Newt wasn't immune, but he didn't mind. He would do anything to be with Y/N in the sky...
And that's what was going to happen. Thomas had fire at Newt, after Newt begged Thomas to not let it make him into a crank. Thomas did what he was told, and Newt felt the bullet hit him in the head, but he didn't feel dead.
"Newt... Sweet, lovable, calm, beautiful shuck faced with an accent... I hate you... but my mind and heart forgives you because I always loved you, still have and always will"
"Newt, I love you"
"I love you"
"Newt..."
"...Newt?"
Newt woke up gasping, as Thomas stood there. "Tommy... where- why am I not dead?" He asked. "Because I didn't want you dead" Newt froze. That voice wasn't suppose to be heard. "Y/N..." Newt whispered, as Y/B stood there, wearing a doctor outfit. "Hello Newt" She said, as he hugged her. Y/N hugged back, kissing in the process. "How?" He asked, as Y/N sighed.
"After I was buried, I woke up and felt the coffin being dragged. I heard metal, and figured that a griever dragged me into the maze. I then was greeted by Dr Paige and others, and taken to become a doctor. Without their knowledge I figure out something and check on how the flare worked, which gave me the time to create the cure" Y/N said, helping Newt.
"I love you, you shucking shebean" Newt whispered, kissing her again. "I love you too. C'mon. They're waiting" Y/N said, as they went to the plane. Y/N was greeted like an old friend, but they waited for Thomas and Teresa. "Teresa hurry up and get in!" She heard Thomas said, as she check on his wounds. "Thank you..." Teresa said, as Y/N eyes slipped tears. The building collapsed, as Teresa plunged to her death.
Once in the safe haven, Newt hugged Y/N, who was humming a tune. "We made it..." Newt said, kissing her neck. "Mhm. And were going to create a better world, without the scorch nor the flare" Y/N said, as they kissed off into the sunset.
Me secretly hoping for a part two: 👀👀
a gradum ad lumen - part 1 .
decided to post the first chapter to the Maze Runner fanfic I discussed earlier, I thought it would be a good way to ease back into things after my prolonged absence. hope you all enjoy, please contact me if you have any specific requests for the series and let me know what you think! ending is also a bit rushed, because i was super excited to get this posted for you guys, but i already have the second chapter in the works.
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Word count: 2.1k!
Warnings : general TMR TWS; blood, slight gore, disturbing ideas / images, and depicted injuries.
Pronouns used: they/them – gender-neutral.
Prompt(s) used: “Who knows. Maybe we’ve actually made it out of this hellhole after all.”
Pairing: TMR x GN!Reader.
A/N: just one; i imagined reader had a slight british accent when writing this, but feel free to think otherwise!! this is also open to any skin tones, body sizes, etc. i believe in inclusion to the fullest, and plan to make a few fanfics w/ a practising muslim reader in the future; lmk if you have any ideas!
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Staying out in the Maze was likely a dumb idea, especially with the ever-present thought of the fact that the Doors were bound to close at any minute pounding at the back of your head.
Nevertheless, your eyes were fixated on the sight in front of you, hands on your hips as e/c irises took in the thick vines that were rooted into the cracks lining the stone floor and stretched as far as the eye could see up the surrounding walls. Your hand reached up to thread through h/c coloured tresses, thoughts bumbling about your head in an analytical manner.
E/c coloured eyes moved after the beetle-blade, the metal, bug-like machine chittering as its red-light flicked across the wall it was scampering along before pausing. Almost as though it sensed your presence, the thing’s head turned to you, camera staring right back at you as it focused on the stationary Glader. You took a challenging stride toward it, surprised by the fact that it didn’t even move, the step bearing an experimental trial as well as it encouraged them onward. You were quick to take advantage of the situation, leaping after the machine and closing the few metres of distance between you and the beetle blade in the process.
Unfortunately, the sudden movement on your end had sent the beetle-blade shooting further along the wall, bee-lining it straight for a crack in the stone that it would just barely manage to fit into. However, after months of trying to catch one of the blasted things, you’d come to learn a trick or two. You kicked off the ground, clearly determined to finally get your hands on one of the rutting machines even if it meant having to risk the slight detour from heading back to the Glade.
You swiftly scaled among the vines, arm shooting above head as your fingertips came to wrap around one of its legs just as the machine made to disappear. Triumph shot through you as you were about to yank the thing back and disarm it, focused solely on the task at hand when a swift shout that consisted purely of your name halted everything and sent them tumbling backwards when your single-handed grip on the vines jerked loose in surprise.
Your ankle, however, was more reluctant to follow, remaining entangled amongst the vines, a sharp jerk sending jolts of pain through your leg the minute your back slammed against the hard, unforgiving floor. The pain flared, your vision swaying as your eyes flicked to the shoes of the now approaching figure, clearly not pleased with the situation in the slightest as a frustrated and slightly pained groan drew past your lips. Your thoughts of irritated agony echoed the emotion vividly as you practically felt the bruises forming along your ankle, only to be interrupted by the same person who had caused you to lose your balance in the first place, a teasing lilt now lacing the newcomer’s voice, which you could easily pinpoint as Minho,
“Man, I knew you liked me, but I didn’t realise you’d be throwing yourself at my feet the minute you heard me. Not that I can blame you, I am pretty hot,” Came his playful words, causing you to set your jaw in an exasperated grimace before snapping a response.
“Slim it, before it’s your ankle getting broken, shank,” You growled, accent heavy and thick in their unpleasant predicament. You took note of the airy laugh their running partner allowed to bubble past him before crouching beside you and gently unwinding the shrubbery the held them captive, leaving you to wince as your leg dropped to the floor alongside your other leg with a harsh ‘thump’. “Bloody hell, that hurts like a fucking–,”
“Woah there, you think Newt’d approve of that kind of language?” Minho snickered from somewhere behind you, the volume of his laughter only rising as you tilted your head back to shoot him the best glare you could muster from the ground. After a few beats, he finally stifled the rest of his bemused sounds, eyes flicking from your haphazard position and back to your eyes that strained to keep pace with his own before he rolled his eyes and crouched down to offer you a hand up.
You were rolling onto your stomach in an instant, gingerly twisting your aching leg a moment later with great care as to not let it snag in the chipped concrete floor before you flung your hand into Minho’s outstretched one while huffing a begrudging sigh. His grip was cold and assuaging in contrast to your heated and unpleasant grasp from being pressed against the Maze’s floor, you noted in the fleeting moment in which your eyes met once more, only for you to bite back a bark of pain as you attempted to settle a sliver of weight onto your leg. Had it not been for the Keeper’s firm grasp on you, you would have stumbled right back to the ground and likely been left there had he not shown up in the first place, but he offered a teasing scoff instead and slung your hand that was already in his own gloved one across his shoulders. You obliged with his actions gratefully, almost gasping in relief as you felt the crushing weight alleviated from your injured leg, and began stumbling alongside Minho as he set a rather swift pace that you struggled to keep up with, considering you were only left with only one good leg.
“Keep up or we might as well roll out a picnic blanket and wait for the Grievers to come and enjoy the quick meal we’d make for them,” He managed after you stumbled for the nth time, his breathing clearly heavy, and the signs of strain obvious, but he didn’t so much as falter as he continued practically dragging you in the direction of the East Doors. You couldn’t help but cast a partially distressed glance in his direction, feeling nothing but sorrow at the unnecessary weight you were forcing him to bear, but you knew that he would only tighten his grip on you if you tried to manage without him, so it was a losing game either way. You cast a final glance his way, but he seemed to catch notice of your lingering stare in his peripheral vision, not even fully turning his head as his mahogany irises focused on the twisting corner wreathed with thickly woven vines just up ahead. “What’re you lookin’ at, shank?”
You pushed off the ground with your good leg, springing forward and stumbling a few steps as Minho matched strides with you, huffing your response between focused breaths and sighs, “Nothing. Uh –,” you panted softly, sweat beading on your forehead as you continued to manage single steps in the time Minho made three paced strides. “ – anything planned for tonight?”
The two of you rounded the corner and you could practically feel your running partner quaver in relief, his response breathless but audible as the two of you attempted to hurry through the homestretch.
“A big plate of whatever crap Frypan has cooked and a warm shower to rest my weary bones.”
You were about to scoff a laugh the moment you cleared the Doors, already shouldering him with an eye roll and a witty quip soon to follow, when someone called out to you and Minho. Both your heads turned in unison, your steady steps pausing as his arm fell to your waist to hold you steady, and a beaming smile instantly made way through your exasperated frown as you caught sight of Chuck ambling straight for you, Newt trotting not far behind.
“What happened? You guys were out for like, two hours longer than usual!” The younger boy exclaimed as he approached, finally taking in the sight of you leaning against Minho and his arm around your form before he gagged and darted away. “Get a room!”
You choked a surprised laugh at the suddenness of Chuck’s joke, watching his retreating figure stick out his tongue at Minho’s irritated expression, which made him look as though he was about to go after him had it not been for Newt’s prompt arrival. You greeted him with a soft “hey” and the same smile that had been present for the short period of time you had to talk to Chuck, which the blonde seemed to eagerly return, nodding at Minho and taking in the closeness between the two of you.
“You two had an eventful evening, huh?” There was no malice in his voice, merely just an amusingly intrigued tone to his words as he gestured to Minho’s gentle hold on your waist, which made you fumble over your words momentarily, rapidly moving to explain the situation as your hands flicked subconsciously along with your rushed train of thought.
“Oh, uh, Minho distracted me whilst I was trying to grab a beetle-blade, and I ended up falling. Blew my bloody ankle, it seems,” You gesticulated to the obviously sparse pressure you were putting on your leg with a slightly nervous laugh as Newt cracked into a brighter grin.
“It was your fault,” Came Minho’s facetious remark before he cursed under his breath suddenly and knocked your shoulder. “Since you’re too busy chattin’ up a storm, I’m gonna have to do the maps, aren’t I.”
It was the second in command’s turn to scoff lightly and wave a dismissive hand in the Asian’s direction.
“Consider it an order.”
“The things I do for you shanks.”
“Yeah, a bloody hard life you have, shank,” Newt mused, his smile never once faltering before his eyes finally strayed back to you. “I’ll get Jack or Clint over, see what they can do in the meanwhile. Probably just needs to keep off it for a while, take it easy.”
“Ay, ay,” He quipped, a lazy, two fingered salute his makeshift form of a farewell, quick to turn on his heel after his fingertips tapped your shoulder in a reassuring manner before he jogged off in the direction of the Map Room, leaving you and Newt to your devices.
The two of you immediately fell into a bout of comfortable silence as he slowly edged toward you, taking Minho’s place at your side and slipping an arm across your shoulders before looking to you for silent confirmation to begin guiding you to the Medjack hut. You nodded easily, instantly finding a compromised speed to limp alongside Newt, your own arm settled just under his shoulder blades as you both made your way across the Glade with the sun fully beginning to set behind you.
“So,” He began after a moment, doe eyes fixated wholly on you as you carefully navigated through the swishing grass. Gladers were bustling about the expansive courtyard, some carrying plates loaded with food while Builders wrapped up the day, Gally’s shouting fit heard even from the distance you and Newt were as he ordered the others around. “You ready for tomorrow?”
Your head perked up in curiosity, brow furrowing as you called upon even the slightest memory to recall what was supposed to be taking place the next day, finding rather quickly that you wouldn’t be able to. You offered te blonde a confused look as you continued to keep pace with him as best you could, only stumbling every few feet or so now that you were walking across the even terrain of the grass-laden field. “What’s going on tomorrow?”
The second in command chuckled, the sound more akin to the shard of a melody plucked out of a long-since-forgotten song, ancient and rich and beautiful as the golden rays of the dissipating light hit the panes of his face and sent the amber tones to his eyes sparking. It was truly a peaceful moment, one that you found yourself eager to meld into as you laughed alongside him.
“Greenie day. I’m surprised you didn’t remember though, you’re usually more on top of it than I am.”
You hummed. It was odd, how something so big followed by the most looked forward to night of the month followed right after slipped your mind, but you figured that in combination to the surge of new Runners and having to train them alongside Minho had proved to be a bigger distraction than you had originally though. So you shrugged, a content sigh tugging at your lips as you leaned into Newt with a nod.
“‘spose so. Let’s just hope they aren’t another nutjob like Gally.”
Fandom: The Maze Runner Pairing: Newt x Reader Plot: Just a fluffy Newt imagine, it’s my first imagine on tumblr so I wanted to do something easy just to show that I can actually write and that I’m not terrible (well I think I’m not anyway?). This is set in the glade by the way, if it wasn’t already obvious. Word Count: 301 A/N: I don’t really know what this is? Kind of just an introduction into my writing I think. It’s not great, but it could be worse I suppose. It’s VERY short, and also pretty cliché and boring but there you go I guess, this is pretty terrible introduction into my writing.
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Gut Feelings [Newt]
Description: Y/N’s gut feelings strike again.
Warnings: Cranks. They are creepy as hell.
Y/N and the rest of the group had just escaped Wicked, again. Teresa directed them into what looked like an abandoned mall and they split up to get supplies. Y/N went with Teresa while Newt, Frypan, Aris, and Winston were a couple of feet away.
She quickly found a grey t-shirt, a pair of skinny jeans, a Army green jacket, a bandana and a new pair of combat boots. She grabbed some extra clothes, shoving them into the bag she found before going over by the boys and grabbing some supplies. Newt, Frypan and Aris watched as the girl fumbled with shaky hands.
Y/N had a feeling, and it wasn't a good one.
Newt had continued to watch her for another minute or two before deciding to go over to her.
"Why are you shaking?" The familiar voice pulls Y/N's attention away from opening the knife holster in her hands.
She sighs and looks up at the blonde boy.
"This place is just giving me a feeling."
"What type of feeling, love?"
"Like something bad is going to happen."
"Is it paranoia, or a gut feeling?" Newt asks.
"Gut feeling."
Over the years Y/N and Newt had learned to trust her gut feelings, because somehow, they were always right.
"Alright, we'll pack up and get going as soon as Thomas and Minho get back." Y/N nods and zips up her bag, but as she goes to stand up the power turns on.
"What's going on?" Frypan asks. Aris, Winston and Teresa gather around the three with their supplies.
"We need to find Thomas and Minho and get the hell out of here." And as if on cue Thomas and Minho came running and screaming while being chased by cranks telling the group to run.
Y/N was right. They should've left, and now they've lost Winston.
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.”
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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.