#and one of them was alby talking about the first and only thing he remembered about his life..

[torglives]

lukey confirmed that his keeper slash newt slash general lore is inspired by the maze runner and i genuinely felt a passion arise from within my heart that has been dormant for a couple years now. it hasn’t dominated by blog for a while so many may not know how deep this hyperfixation runs but you’re all about to be VERY aware.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Maze Runner chapter two

Newt and fem reader.

Previous part

You stand with the others, almost uninterested in antics of the boys around you. They all amused you in their own ways but on Greenie days their immaturity shines through. As the box arrived and you all.looked down at the boy inside. Just like every month a wave of disappointment sweeps over you at it not being a girl.

“HEY HEY HELP ME!!” The boy called to them. Gally pulled open the doors and jumped inside.

“Day one greenie. Rise and shine” he grinned, grabbing the boy by his collar and all but throwing him onto the grass.

“ I could use some help in the kitchen” Frypan laughed.

The boy looked around the others who were talking at once and you saw the fear in his eyes. He scrambled to his feet and started running.

“ Hey we got a runner!!”

You just stood and watched as he ran, Newt slid his arm around your shoulders as he laughed.

Between the boys they got him subdued somewhat and dropped him into the pit to calm down a bit. Later on Alby walked past you with a grin and over to the new boy.

“Hey Hey there greenbean Not gonna run again Pff good.” He laughed, “My name is alby, can you tell me anything about yourself. Who you are? Where you came from? Anything at all?” He asked with the same hope he had everytime.

The boy shakes his head, “no”

“Can you tell me your name?” Alby asked. “I-i-idon’t remember anything. Why cant I remember anything?” More panic starts to bubble in the Greenie.

“ It's okay. Hey relax. Relax. Its normal. Happens to us all. You'll get your name back in a day or two. It’s the one thing they let us keep.” Alby explains, patting Thomas in his shoulder.

“What is this place?” Greenie asks.

“Let me show you We eat here, we sleep here, we grow our own food, we build our own shelter, whatever we need the box provides, the rest is up to us,” Alby gestured to each place as he walked through the grass.

“The Box?” Greenie looked around himself.

“Yeah. It's sent up once a month with fresh supplies and a new Greenie. This month that's you. Congratulations.” Alby laughed.

“Sent up'? By who, though'? Who put us here'?” Greenie said as Alby shrugged his shoulders.

“That, we don't know.”

“Hey, are you all right, Alby?” Newt said walking up to them with you by his side.

“Green Bean, meet Newt and y/n. When I'm not around, he's in charge.” He pointed to Newt.

“Well, it's a good thing you're always around then.” You giggle and Newt nudges your arm.

“That was some dash you made earlier. For a second, I thought you had the chops to be a runner.” Newt said to Greenie.

“till you face-planted.” You added.

“That was great.” Newt grinned.

“Wait, a "runner"?” Greenie asked looking at the blonde boy next to you. Looking at the new guy you figured he was around your age, seventeen maybe, he had dark hair that contrasted with Newt's. His eyes though, you're sure you recognise those eyes.

“Newt, do me a favour. Go find Chuck.” Alby breaks your concentration and Newt darts off towards the shelter.

The greenie’s eyes are locked on Mai Mai who had sauntered up to your side.

“Oh, this is Mai Mai. She belongs to y/n, kinda. They are our only girls in the Glade.” Alby explained, “y/n do you wanna check with Frypan if the food is on track?”

“Sure thing.” You say before wandering off with the tiger beside you.

“Look, I'm sorry to rush this. You came up a little late, and there's a lot to do. We got something special planned tonight.” Alby said excitedly. He shows Greenie up the watch tower where he was able to explain everything to him.

“We only have three rules. First, do your part.

No time for any freeloaders. Second,never

harm another Glader. None of this works

unless we have trust. Most importantly… never go beyond those walls. Do you understand me, Greenie?” Albys’s eyes were never so serious than when he said this speech. Greenie nodded, though his mind screamed to know what was out there.

You sat below the shade of a tree by the shelter and listened to Chuck going through more things with the Greenie. Every new kid was sent with a hammock and blankets so they were working on getting that set up.

“It's basically the same story for all of us. We wake up in the Box, Alby gives us the tour, then here we are.” He explains, “Don't worry.

You're already doing better than I did. I clunked my pants three times before they got

me out of the pit.” Chuck turns to see Greenie walking away from him.

“No, come on. Dude, where are you going?”

“I just wanna see.” He says back.

“You can look around all you want but you better not go out there.” Chuck warned.

“Why not? What's through there?” Greenie pushed.

“I don't know. I just know what I'm told And we're not supposed to leave.” He sighed. Greenie copies the act.

“Hey, Chuck. New Greenie huh? How does it feel to be promoted?” Ben laughed. You liked Ben, he was the fifth boy to come up and a good friend. Though he had once told you he liked you a little more than that, you didn't return his feelings.

At the entrance to the maze you see the runners coming back in.

“I thought no one was allowed to leave.” The Greenie said.

“I said we're not allowed to leave.” Chuck states.

“ They're different, they're runners. They know more about the maze than anyone.” you elaborate drawing their attention to you.

“Wait, what?” he asked.

“What?” Chuck drops his head.

“What? You just said "maze."” He looks at you then back to the entrance.

“I did?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Chuck nodded, “Where are you going?”

“What are you doing?” You say getting up from the floor and disturbing the sleeping tiger.

“I'm just gonna take a look.” Greenie started walking away from the shelter.

“I told you, you can't. No one leaves, especially not now. It's not safe.” Chuck scrambles to keep up.

“Okay, all right, I'm not gonna go.” He says and he stands looking out into the Maze. You remember that look, Minho used to get that look.

Just as you were about to start running Gally came bounding across the field and pushed Greenie to the floor. He stood over him.

“We gotta stop meeting like this Greenie.”

He scrambled to his feet and you feel the other boys running to see what was happening.

New tries to calm him down but Greenie wants to know what is out there. You step forward and Mai Mai makes sure no one else can.

“Hey Greenie, it's for your own safety, okay? We can't just let you leave.”

“Why not?” Just as he asked, there's an echo that ricochets through the maze walls. Everyone turns to it and an eerie silence falls over the gathered boys. Mai Mai comes up to your side then rounds the Greenie and pushes him out of the entrance way.

“What the hell?” Greenie says. You all watch as the walls.of the entrance begin to move, closing in on each other. Everyone started to disperse and return to their jobs as Greenie watched the doors until they were fully closed. Once again Mai Mai nudged at his waist and pushed him backwards a few steps.

“Okay, okay. I'm going.” He held his hands up to her and turned round to you and Newt, he had once again flung his arm around your shoulder.

“Come on Greenie.” He beckoned, turning you both away.

Frypan and Gally had slaughter the older pig and cooked him over the big bonfire. Frypan had used the vegetables to make up a stew. You loved that stew and always looked forward to Greenie day. After eating Gally brought a brand new barrel of his homebrew and the boys started drinking. These nights were the best, you all, for just one evening, could forget where you were and the people you'd lost. It was nice. It was a real home.

You look up and see Greenie sitting alone by a log.

Newt came up to you and pulled you against his hard chest.

“Hey.” He whispers into your ear, “what's up?”

You gesture your head to Greenie.

“He could do with a friend.” You say to him. Newt nods, presses a soft kiss to the side of your head and wanders over to the Greenie.

Alby came.over to you and sat beside you.

“What do we think then? Where should we put him?” He has led you. It had always been you and Alby that chose where people went.

“He'd be a good runner but he needs to get a bit dirty first.” You say.

“So with you and Newt then.” Alby says as more of a statement than a question.

Not too far away the normal games started and Gally was sparing with another lad.

Newt dropped down against the log.

“hell of a first day, Greenie.” He laughed.

“Here. Put some hair on your chest.” He handed him the mason jar of liquid. Greenie took a large swing and coughed.

“Oh, my God! What is that?” He laughed.

“I don't even know. It's Gally's recipe. It's a trade secret.” Newt chuckled.

“Yeah, well, he's still an asshole.”

“He saved your life today. Trust me. The maze is a dangerous place.” Newt's eyes tell the story of a frightened little boy.

“We're trapped here, aren't we?” Greenie asked.

“For the moment. But...you see those guys?

There, by the fire?,” he pointed to Minho and the others runners, “Those are the runners.

That guy in the middle there, that's Minho.

He's the Keeper of the Runners. Every morning, when those doors open, they run the maze...mapping it, memorizing it, trying to find a way out.” Newt says proudly.

“How long have they been looking?”

“Three years.” He admits.

“And they haven't found anything?”

“It's a lot easier said than done. Listen. Hear that? It's the maze, changing. It changes

every night.”

“How is that even possible?”

“You can ask the people who put us in here,

if you ever meet the bastards.” He laughs again, “Listen, the truth is… the runners are the only ones who really know what's out there. They are the strongest and the fastest of us all. And it's a good thing, too because if they don't make it back before those doors close then they are stuck out there for the night. And no one has ever survived a night in the maze.” He explained.

“What happens to them?” Greenie asked.

“Well, we call them Grievers. Of course, no one's ever seen one and lived to tell about it.

But they're out there. Right, that's enough

questions for one night. Come on. You're supposed to be the guest of honor.” Newt jumps up to his feet, “Let me show you around. Come on.” the pair start walking back to the camp fire.

“And there we got the builders. They're very good with their hands...but not a lot going on upstairs.” He chuckled. “And then we got Winston… he's the Keeper of the Slicers. And we got two med-jacks, Clint and Jeff.”

He pointed at the two guys sitting close by.

“They spend most of their time bandaging up the slicers.”

“And whose she, why is she the only girl?” Greenie asked pointing his head your way.

“That's y/n we don't know why she's the only girl, but cross her and if she doesn't kill you the tiger will.”

“What if I want to be a runner?” Greenie asked.

“Have you listened to a word I've just said? No one wants to be a runner. And, besides,

you gotta get chosen.” He shrugs.

“Chosen by who?” at that moment the kid Gally was sparing with came tumbling out of the circle and knocked into Greenie.

“What do you say, Greenie? Wanna see what

you're made of?” Gally asked, the firelight making the thin layer of sweat on his forehead glow.

As they start pushing at each other you walk up to the circle. The boys part for you allowing you space. Gally knocks the Greenie to the floor and you see something change in his eyes.

“Thomas. Thomas. Hey! Thomas!” He gets to his feet once more, “I remember my name. I'm Thomas!”

“Thomas!” Alby shouts.

“Welcome home, Thomas.” Newt claps him on the shoulder.

“Good job... Thomas.” Gally smiles shaking his hand.

Next chapter

@fandomfan-102 @deanstolemydragon @afalls14universe

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

hello :) how are you ? i saw that you followed me, thank you by the way ! may i request a adhd!reader x thomas fanfic please ? They have a telepatic link together. She is mejack. Being in the glade wasn't easy for her because of the works, she needed to focus and being fast and it exhausted her also some gladers wasn't very nice to her so one day she has a ouburst and yell across the glade. Thomas her boyfriend was the first to comfort her.

sorry for my english im french

Hey! I'm doing pretty well, ty for asking

Yeah I looked at your page and saw maze runner, teen wolf, and taylor, so I absolutely had to follow ❤

Thanks for the request, I hadn't gotten to explore the telepathy thing from the books in my fics yet, so that was fun to write. Hope you enjoy!

Calm and Storm

Thomas x adhd!fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Notes: I am not personally close with anyone with ADHD, so representation of ADHD in this fic is completely research-based, like my fic Tides which had an autistic reader. Let me know if anything should be changed.

More notes: I also added an emotional empathy-type bond on top of the telepathy thing. Canon divergence where Thomas is in the Glade for at least a few more weeks before everything happens i.e. Teresa coming, the Grievers attacking, all the stuff. it happens later.

Warnings: language, minor injuries, some asshole men and suggestive comments, I feel like it's not written that well :( hopefully it's ok

You remember the first time you met Thomas.

"And in here, we've got the Medjacks." Newt's voice floated in from the entrance.

You'd missed seeing the Box come up, cause one of the Gladers was sick and needed to be watched.

You turned and smiled at the new boy. "Hey, I'm Y/n."

You're a girl, you heard.

"You've got some stellar observation skills there," you said, smirking.

Thomas had looked surprised, and Newt looked between the two of you, confused.

"Uh- Y/n, what?"

...did Newt not hear what the Greenie said?

"Um... anyway, you here for a crash course on Medjacks?" You decided to just continue and skip over that weird exchange.

Little did you know that was the first of many telepathic conversations to come.

You found out about your mental link with Thomas the next night.

When he was stuck in the Maze with Minho, you'd called out to him in your mind, and been stunned when he responded.

After confusedly realising that you clearly had some sort of mental connection, you stayed up all night talking to him and supporting him.

Holy shit, I just killed a Griever

What the shuck? How is that even possible?

I ran and baited it until it was crushed between the walls.

You must've looked pretty strange that night, alone in the Medjack hut making hand gestures and facial expressions to nobody, and pacing around the room restlessly.

What're you doing now?

I'm with Minho, we need to get back to Alby.

Okay. Stay with me, alright? Just keep updating me.

Sure, oh- ohhhh shit!

What? What happened?

I just heard another Griever, I don't think I can kill another one, holy shit, what do we do-

Thomas! Calm down. Breathe. Focus on my voice.

Minho- Minho's saying something.

Okay, good, just follow him.

Shitshitshitshitshit

You realise you can feel emotions through the bond too, and Thomas' fear is spiralling straight into you.

Thomas?

Yeah, I'm here. Just say anything. Tell me about anything, just distract me.

Okay, you keep following Minho alright?

Yeah yeah, just talk to me so I don't hear the Grievers as much.

You got it.

You try to channel your own emotions too.

Hey, when you get back, I can ask Frypan to make pancakes.

There's pancakes in this place?

Only for special occasions. We put the good fruits on them and everything.

You mentally push as much comfort as you can through the bond. It feels weird, and you don't know if it works, until-

Hey, Y/n, is that you?

What?

I can feel like... calmness, or something. Are you doing that?

Shucking hell, it actually worked.

You just keep talking all through the night.

When he gets back, the two of you sort through how the bond works.

Basically, you can talk to each other through telepathy, and also send emotions through sometimes.

Usually, the emotions won't go if you don't push them across on purpose.

But, if it's strong enough, like Thomas' fear from that night, it'll be felt by the other person.

Having that bond brings you closer to Thomas, and before you know it you're practically attached at the hip.

You trade little jokes with each other during meetings and meals, and sometimes you chat while you're working.

⭒----⭒

It's a few weeks after Thomas arrives in the Glade that you start dating.

Boys had always tried to hit on you, cause you know, you're shuckin' pretty (and also hot, obviously), but you were never interested in any of them.

Until Thomas.

You started crushing on him when you became friends and got to know him better.

He makes you laugh, and his smile is intoxicating, and he has an insane knack for remembering the little things you mention in conversation.

Things you'd only mention once, for half a second, like bringing up the little flower garden by the lake.

But he still remembers.

And that's how he confessed his feelings to you.

You can still feel the nervousness coursing through the bond from him as he handed you a bundle of white flowers, smiling shyly.

Then you felt joy, both his and yours when you told him you liked him too, and you had your first kiss.

⭒----⭒

Aside from casual conversation and sharing emotions, the connection also helps you a lot, cause Thomas can feel when your frustration seeps through the bond, and he can come over to look after you.

As a Medjack, the work isn't always the best - sometimes it feels like you're fighting your own brain to do your job.

Most of your work includes sitting at a table in the Medjack hut and repetitively making cures for various ailments and injuries.

You often feel restless sitting at that desk, finding it hard to force yourself to stay seated and focus on the task.

That's not to say you're bad at your job.

You make the most effective hangover cures the Glade has ever seen, and you can bandage a wound faster than both Jeff and Clint.

You just hate doing one thing for too long.

Oftentimes you'll impulsively switch to rolling bandages halfway through mixing fever medicine, or you'll be constantly fidgeting during the Medjack segment of council meetings.

Essentially, being a Medjack can be a lot sometimes.

Like today.

Most of the Gladers are good guys, but there's still a few that you loathe to treat.

There's a Builder, Derek, a grade-A asshole who can never stop sending you that smarmy, suggestive grin and making obscene comments about you and Thomas, as well as outright insulting your work.

Unfortunately, Derek is clumsy as klunk, and is always getting cut up on sharp pieces of wood.

He thinks being littered with scars is cool, and wears his stupid shirt with the sleeves obnoxiously cut off, because apparently having scratched up arms from being unable to stay on a ladder is a good look that must be shared with the world. (or just wear a singlet bro, you didn't have to cut up a t-shirt).

Anyways, Derek is once again injured, and is yelling at the Medjack hut from where he and another Builder are working on the council hall.

"Oi! Can we get some help over here? People are injured!" His grating voice cuts through the peace of the hut.

Clint looks up in concern. "Shuck, must be bad. Y/n, let's go take a look."

You take a breath to steady yourself. You've had a rough day already, dealing with some difficult Gladers, and having to treat Derek might just push you off the edge.

Plus, you only got like, two hours of sleep last night, so you're pretty exhausted.

You gather some supplies and rush out of the hut to where Derek is waiting.

He's sitting calmly on a rock, legs visibly uninjured.

Even Clint's annoyed at this point. "Couldn't've even walked to the hut?" he mutters.

There's blood dripping from Derek's shoulder, which; how do you even get injured there.

Medjacks treat all patients with care, you tell yourself, gritting your teeth.

"I'll take Derek, you take care of John," says Clint, clapping a hand on your shoulder. He leaves to grab a needle for stitches.

You nod gratefully; Clint's probably remembering your many rants about Derek in the huts.

You carefully examine John's sprained wrist, grabbing supplies to make a brace before bandaging the injury.

"Hey Y/n," calls Derek. "Any chance you can hurry up with that? I need some help here."

Clint must be stuck in the hut with something.

"Just. Wait." you say stiffly, through clenched teeth.

At this point, you're about one more comment away from taking a swing at Derek.

You feel your anger start to build as Derek steps closer.

Y/n?

Shuck, you're mad enough to alert Thomas.

It's fine, you send back.

"Seriously?" Derek's leaning over John's wrist right now, inspecting your brace. "It's just a sprain. How is this taking so long?"

"Dude, back off," says John.

You ignore Derek despite being ready to punch him. "You should ask Frypan for ice later," you tell John. "Don't work for at least the rest of the day okay? I'm gonna bandage it now."

"That's how you're leaving the brace?" Derek stares down at your work.

"Look, do you wanna do it?" you huff, before berating yourself for giving in and speaking to him.

"I guess your hands are busy doing other things for Thomas to practice doing actual medical work."

You stand abruptly, hands clenched furiously.

"What is your problem?" you exclaim. "Just shut the fuck up and leave me alone!"

"Woah there," says Derek, laughing a little. "Chill out girly."

You're actually seething by now, and-

Y/n!

What.

Hey, you're okay. What's wrong?

Nothing. It's fine.

You can almost hear him sigh half-fondly and half-exasperatedly through the bond. I'm comin' out of the Maze now. I'll be at the hut in two minutes.

"Uh- hello?" Derek waves his hand in your face.

You shove his hand away before bending to bandage John's wrist.

"Finally," says Derek when you're done. "Can you do my shoulder now?"

"No," you say flatly. "It's a minor cut. You can wait for Clint."

"Hey, I'm pretty sure it's your responsibility. I'd prefer to wait for Clint, too, but I-"

"Shucking hell, enough!" you shout, voice rising quickly. "Can't you just leave me alone, you piece of klunk! God, you're always looking for someone to bother, finding some way to annoy someone. What, do you just want attention? Please just get out of my face."

The Glade seems frozen, with people looking up from their work to watch.

Then a soft voice breaks the silence. "Hey," says Thomas. He comes up behind you and gives you that signature grin.

"Derek, a pleasure as always." He flips him off with one hand, using the other to take your hand, and you let him lead you into the Medjack hut.

"Clint," says Thomas. "There's a dickhead outside who needs stitches. Is it okay if you..."

"Oh shuck, sorry." Clint grabs the needle and thread he'd initially come in from. "Got distracted," he explains.

You snort. "I get that."

Clint leaves, leaving you and Thomas alone.

You take a seat on one of the beds, and he sits facing you in a stool.

He gently kicks out a leg, nudging you in the shin.

"You alright?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say. "Just- you know."

"Just what?"

You sigh, scrubbing your face with a hand. "That was embarrassing."

Thomas looks at you incredulously. "Are you kidding? Everything you said was more than valid. Derek's just a horrible person, don't let him make you feel embarrassed."

"Yeah... but everyone was watching."

"I'd watch too. I'd watch the strongest, coolest, prettiest person in the Glade ripping into this sorry excuse for a human."

You huff out a laugh at his dramatics. "Thanks."

"Hey, c'mon." Thomas pulls you into a hug, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Wanna have dinner in the flower field today?"

"I'd love that," you reply, grinning.

Heyy I'm loving the diversity of readers in my asks lately. Thanks for sending this one ❤❤

Also, I know my tense is messed up in this one. I usually write in present but idk this one's just funky. Hope it was alright.

In general I'm a little unsure about how this fic turned out, I feel like the writing wasn't really good. This weekend was pretty hectic and I didn't get in the flow of writing :((( idk I hope it was still an enjoyable fic.

Anyway, is asshole Derek based on someone I know? nope just an oddly specific OC. in other news I have a family friend I always have to see at get togethers who loves making his furniture from scratch and can never stay safe while making his fucking chairs and lets us know proudly every time he has to go to the ER. he's a douche not a misunderstood hot guy trust me on that

[pomegrantemoths88]

Ch.4 Foundations? (Till We're Safe: AU The Maze Runner, Gally X FemReader)

After a Greenies first 2 weeks, they get chosen for whatever job they were best at during the rotation. However my 2 weeks aren't done till 2 more days, this morning Alby decided to keep the “best” for last. The Builders. I think it was pretty apparent that my first job Med-Jack was the job I was going to get chosen for, however to keep up the order you gotta go through all of them. 

However after breakfast, I decided to find Gally to just ask what I needed to get started with and I found him talking with Alby near the hammocks, as I walked over, a person who I gratefully forgot about till a week ago and again today, decided to grab my shoulders. 

“Hey Greenie.”

“Oh, what’d you need?”

“I can’t say good morning?”

“What’d you need?”

“Alright then, I’ll go straight to it, have dinner with me today. I know the builders aren’t going to be the most pleasant group today, least of all Gally, so what do you say?”

Yeah I didn’t like this guy one bit, and I’d rather stomach Gallys nagging over whatever the hell Joffrey was going on about. Since the first day he’s never sat right with me, thankfully he wasn’t somebody I’d have to interact with much as a med-jack.

“Sorry Joffrey, I think I'm okay.”

“Cmon y/n, what’s your deal with me? I’ve tried to be nice, listen I’ve heard the guys talking, they’re waiting for your routine to set in before anyone tries to “talk” to you, and there's no telling what any of them might do after that, hell even Alby laughed about it, let me help you. ”

I considered his words for a bit, there could’ve been some truth to what he was saying, but I remembered another important detail at this point. He was the only boy in this damned prison or wherever we were, that succeeded in making me uncomfortable beyond measure. I'm grateful I remembered what “red flags” were because Joffrey lit up every single one. 

“Listen Joffrey, I don’t know how much clearer I need to make this for you. I don’t want to eat dinner or breakfast with you, and I don’t need your protection.”

“Careful y/n, you wouldn’t-”

“She wouldn't what?”

We both quickly turned to the side to see Gally walking up to us. A soft feeling of ease sat on my shoulders when I realized he was here, but as quickly as it came, I dismissed it.

“Go on Joff, finish it.”

“Just making sure she knows that we all need to get along”

“Yeah I think she got the point. Get to work.”

As he walked away, I wanted to wipe that smug smile off his face. I wondered if there was a 3 strike system for hurting another Glader. I found myself stuck in thought till Gally finally spoke up,

“Are you coming to work or are you gonna waste more time?”

That attitude of his was becoming a really annoying prick in my head. 

“Hey, he came up to me and bothered me first, I’ve been trying to tell him to back off since day one! I probably could’ve made it clearer if you hadn’t butt in.”

“Yeah you're welcome now he won’t bother you again.”

“Yeah well if Minho couldn’t get him to shut up, I doubt he’s gonna stop because of you.”

“The hell did Minho tell him?”

“He just told him he was messing it all up on the first night, it’s not like there's anything to mess up, I don’t think anybody should be “trying”.”

“When did I ask?”

I shot him an annoyed look and I watched a smug smile appear on his face. That face of his made it really difficult to stay mad or annoyed at him.

 As we walked to the new building, it seemed like they were laying groundwork for a foundation. As the hours passed by, Gally stood beside me helping me. I got the hang of using tools pretty quick, they worked hard and fast, it wasn’t a bad job to have. Despite the jokes and banter, the builders weren’t as dumb as everyone said they were. Airheaded and stubborn? Absolutely, working with Gally for a few hours solidified that. The only bad thing the entire time? Oh, Gally not letting me fucking work. It’d go something like this…

“Watch your hand.”

“I got it.”

“If you didn’t I wouldn’t tell you to watch your hand, you’re gonna smack a finger.” 

“Gally I’m using the smallest and lightest mallet you have already, I'd have to use my whole body weight to bruise my hand.”

“Okay fine break your finger then, matter of fact, let me do it.”

“Why would I let you do it?”

“Shucking hell just move, you’re doing it wrong anyway.”

If it wasn’t irritating moments like this, it was more. I went to carry some logs and a tool bag. We were getting more supplies for the foundation until…

“Lemme carry that.”

“It’s not that heavy, I'm fine.”

“You're gonna get hurt. Just carry the bag.”

“You might as well be carrying half the shack, just let me do it.”

As he walked around to my other side, he grabbed the logs without asking again, leaving me only a light tool bag. 

I hated how good he looked walking away with all of that, and just as that thought came, I shook my head and cursed at myself silently, this was becoming a regular problem.

I decided to think about the other jobs, I pulled in as much weight as I could, and that was fine, if anybody slacked off, that was a problem. But for some reason when I’m here with the builders, they don’t mind. At around the end of the day, my duties were reduced to handing things to them or holding certain things in place, if it wasn’t for the hot sun, I would’ve barely worked a sweat in. 

“I didn’t work today Gally.”

“Yeah I know.”

“I got the hang of it at the start, why didn’t you let me do more?”

“You’re gonna be a medjack, so one, there wasn’t much point in you working with us today and second, you can’t really get your hands injured before being med-jack so…”

““So that's what you were talking to Alby about this morning. You know I could’ve been better at this job.”

“Yes and sorry princess, leave the building to me and the rest of these guys.”

“You’re not gonna let up tomorrow either will you?”

“Nope.”

The dinner bell rang and everyone was quickly dismissed. I stayed instead.

“What? Are you waiting for me?”

“Waiting for you, hurry up I wanna eat.”

“Alright Greenie if you wanna work, then help me so I can finish faster.” 

It didn’t take us very long and we worked the rest in calm silence. As we walked to dinner I heard him softly say, 

“If you want, you can eat with us so he doesn’t bother you again.”

He really didn’t like eye contact, it was either smart remarks in front of others or quiet comments that confused me, even after 2 weeks I still didn’t know what to think about him. Others would’ve said he was brash, blunt, or a straight up shank to the rest of them, there was some truth to it but that wasn’t all he was.

“Thank you.”

I ate my dinner and sat with the builders, who despite me not pulling enough weight, they welcomed me still. I didn’t say much and instead listened to the chorus of laughter and conversations. Sitting next to Gally brought back that feeling again, the feeling of familiarity and habit, and it almost made me forget where I was. 

Once dinner ended and we went our separate ways, I decided to climb up a small tree close to Homestead. I figured maybe I used to like star-gazing.  Usually at this time of night, I would’ve found myself trying to remember my life or I would’ve repeated my name in my head till I went to bed.

 But this time I found myself thinking of Gally, I wondered who he was, what his parents would’ve looked like, what did he do in his spare time, did he always like building? Did he have a favorite color or a favorite anything? Questions I asked myself, I asked about him. 

But of course that was ridiculous, I didn’t know him, I didn’t know any of them. I don’t know where the hell we are or why we’re here. I stayed wrestling with my thoughts for a while until somebody else had the same idea.

“Oh heya y/n, see you found my spot.”

“Oh I'm sorry Newt, I can get down.”

“No it's fine, I like having company anyways.”

We stared at the stars for a bit till he chimed up,

“How’re you holding up?”

“It’s weird, when I'm with people, doing my job, I forget where I am, I feel almost comfortable with certain people. But afterwards the gravity of where we are just sets in and I'm reminded of whatever we could’ve lost out there.”

“Yeah you get used to it after a couple weeks. Wanna know the cool part?”

“Not sure if there's a cool part about it but go on ahead.”

“We come up the Box with no memory and not a bloody clue who any of us are, so we have a clean slate. We can make our lives here for however long they keep us here, take it from somebody who tortured himself for a year about what I could’ve lost out there, we only have each other here.”

I heeded his words and as I thanked him for easing my anxiety, we stared back at the stars. I thought about what he said that night and all I could think about was how I just wanted to go back to work tomorrow and hear Gally complain again.

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[chippedshake]

Chapter 1: I can't

It was his voice. It was his tongue. It was his throat. But they weren't his words. An invisible force was ripping the sounds out of him, twisting them into sharp words, made to hit, made to cut. Made to kill. It - or he - was hurling them at the only person who still cared.  

He was running. He was running towards a boy. He’s wronged you, the virus whispered, he’s wronged you, and you should kill him for it. Hate coursed through his veins, hate for the boy. The boy had wronged him; he should kill him for it.

“I should rip your eyes out. Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why’d you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?” 

Tommy. For shuck’s sake, it was Tommy. Why was he doing this to Tommy? He stumbled to a stop in front of him, faltering slightly. Why would he do this to Tommy? 

For coming back. He was just worried. For not killing you. He didn’t listen to Newt. Not then. Not ever. You only asked him for one thing. He’d only asked him for one thing. Months of following whatever he said without question, and the other boy couldn’t offer him the simplest dignity? Not even after making his life a living hell for as long as he could remember? Not even after erasing all the memories of a possible happier time?

His heart beat with rage, his lungs swallowed outrage, his legs ached but the hate kept them going. 

“You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don’t think I did.” 

“What happened?” Bloody buffoon. Not letting him monologue like he wanted. Can’t even let you have this, can he?

“I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed half way up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the Doors closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all… your… fault!”

Grab the gun. He took the hand Thomas was holding the gun with and twisted it around. It was pointing at his head. It would be so easy. For the first time, he agreed with the virus. There was no fight between them, no struggle for territory or control, just a common goal. Getting Thomas to pull the trigger. 

But he couldn’t even do that, could he, the coward? He was just a useless piece of klunk, pretending to know what he was doing, but refusing to actually take action. A coward. 

“Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters!” Hadn’t he already become one? “Kill me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!”

“I can’t, Newt, I can’t.”

He was watching someone’s heart break before his eyes. He was watching someone realise his friend was no longer conscious, no longer feeling, no longer human. He knew that. But he couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for him. 

“Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right thing. Put me out of my misery.”

“Newt, maybe we can-”

“Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!”

“I can’t.” Maybe in another life, Newt would’ve felt bad for him. 

“Do it!”

“I can’t!”

“Kill me or I’ll kill you. Do it!”

“Newt…”

“Do it before I become one of them!” 

“I…”

“KILL ME!” As if the scream had killed it, the virus disappeared for a fraction of a second, just long enough for Newt to meet his friend’s eyes and - 

“Please, Tommy, please.”

His face seemed to soften with Newt’s voice, looking at him with pity, slowly coming to the realisation that there was nothing else to do. Newt closed his eyes, preparing himself for death, for his misery to come to an end. He’d press the trigger. He’d do it any moment now. Three��� Two… 

“No.”

There was the sudden clang of metal against his head, and the world turned to black.

[galaxygurlll]

Minho x Reader - Part 4

Y/n has been in the glade for almost as long as she can remember, around 3 years, to be exact. She is also the keeper of the med-jacks and becomes the girlfriend of the keeper of the runners, Minho and is also the sister of Gally. Y/n has a close bond with all the boys and Gally even has a soft spot for her. What happens though when a green bean comes up and things start to change, what happens when q girl comes up only two days later? Will y/n stay with her brother, or will she follow her boyfriend?

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"Come here," Minho says in a soft tone as he wraps an arm around my waist and his other one on the back of my head, running his hand through my hair, already calming me down as I cry into his shoulder. "Princess?" He asks, "Hm?" I reply in a sob, "Do you still have those, uh, nightmares?" He asks in concern and I just nod my head a sob more, "Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm right here. Nothing is going to hurt you, I promise" He tells me in a delicate voice, one which he saves for me and only me.

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I watch as my princess throws a fired stick into the bonfire and then cheers with the other gladers around her. When we make eye contact, I gesture for her to come over and, with one final hug from Alby, she heads over to me whilst saying quick things to the others as she passes.

"Hey, babe!" She says as she sits in between my legs on the ground, "Hey," I reply and kiss her head as we sit there in a comfortable silence between us and she watches the others around her. "So, today I saw you dragging a poor glader by the ear," I inform my girlfriend who I feel chuckles softly. "Well, if Ivan hadn't played with the hammers, I wouldn't have to, would I?" She tells me and I laugh quietly to myself.

The majority of the boys are now drunk courtesy of my girlfriend's brother's drink. Speaking of her, she's gone off to go chat with Clint and Jeff; she mentioned having to ask if they checked the supplies, what happened today, and what will happen tomorrow and I know she talks about me.

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"I don't even know, it's Gally's recipe, it's a trade secret," Newt tells the greenie next to him after he tried Gally's secret drink for the first time, "Yeah, well he's still an asshole," Thomas mumbles, annoyed, but it's loud enough for New to hear, "He saved your life today," Newt starts but pauses, "Trust me, the maze is a dangerous place," He finishes and the two go silent, "We're trapped here, aren't we?" Thomas questions whilst staring at the closed maze doors, Newt doing the same.

"For now," A feminine voice speaks behind them and they both turn their heads to see y/n standing above them. Newt pats the spot next to him and y/n sits down next to the blonde boy, "Well," Newt starts to speak again and he turns around, the other two on either side copping him, "You see those guys, over there, by the fire?" Newt asks, "Those are the runners," Newt tells the greenie.

"And that bloody shank in the middle sitting down, that's Minho, he's the keeper of the runners and my bloody boyfriend," Y/n tells the greenie, "When those doors open, they run the maze, mapping it, mesmerising it, trying to find a way out," Newt informs the greenie and, oblivious to the boys, y/n's body starts to tense, "How long have they been looking?" Greenie asks, "3 years," Y/n says bluntly whilst looking at the ground.

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"3 years," Y/n says bluntly whilst looking at the ground. I know this is a touchy subject for her. "And they haven't found anything?" Greenie asks us, "It's a lot easier said than done you stupid shank!" Y/n tells him in an angry manner and she looks away but I saw the slight glisten in her eyes as she did.

After a little moment of silence, I raise my finger and say, "Listen...; hear that? That's the maze, changing," I inform greenie, "Changes every night," I tell him with a tone that hopefully, he wouldn't ask more questions but, it's mistaken, "How is that even possible?" He mumbles, "You can ask the people who put us in here if you ever meet those basterds, " Y/n snaps but then I hear her claiming her breath.

"Listen, the truth is," She begins and looks back to us, "The runners are the only ones that really know what's out there. They're the strongest and the fastest of us all and that's a good thing too; cause if they don't- if they don't," She stops and her breathing goes heavy so a place a hand on her knee and finish it for her, "If they don't make it out before those doors close, then they're stuck out there for the night."

"And no ones ever survived a night in the maze," Y/n tells greenie, "Or gotten stung twice and made it out just alive," She mumbles but I hear it and I can tell greenie could as well because of the concern on his face. It goes silent for a little and I take another drink from Gally's drink whilst a rub small circles on y/n's knee, attempting to calm her down as she knows what's about to be asked, and then, greenie does ask it, "What happens to them?" He asks in concern.

"Well, that's my cue to leave," Y/n announces and stands up, "Have fun boys," She says and walks off, probably to go watch over her brother. He's older than her, sure, but they love each other. She always makes sure he's okay and that the gladers he fights are alright as well.

"Is she alright? And what does 'or gotten stung twice and made it out just alive' mean when she says that?" He asks and before I can answer, images rush threw my head from that day. Y/n being brought in, her basically dying, bleeding out, screaming, she even lost some of her memories for a few days after waking up. It was one of the most scariest times here in the glade, that's for sure.

"We call them grievers," I start, "Course no ones ever seen one and lived to tell about it." Lies, y/n survived. But, she has to tell him, "but they're out there," I finish and hope that he doesn't ask what I think he wants to ask but, then again, I'm wrong, "What about y/n?" He asks again and I hear the worry and concern, "Don't worry about her, you'll learn soon enough mate," I tell him and it goes silent again.

"Well, I think that's enough questions for one night; listen, you're supposed to be the guest of honour," I inform the boy, "Oh! No, no, no," He begins but I cut him off, "No! Come on, let me show you around," I tell him, "Come on," Pulling him up, I begin to lead him around.

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-(Quick update now on what's happened during the skip: Newt took him around the bonfire and explained the jobs, thinking he's crazy for asking about being a runner, greenie gets pulled into a fight with Gally. Minho holds y/n's waist from behind as they watch the scene unfold in front of them and y/n being scared. She doesn't like fighting, but she is stern. Greenie gets knocked to the ground and this is where we are now!)

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Greenie slowly stands up, holding his head and I look at him with worry laced on my face and I feel Minhoo tighten his grip. He knows what happened a few minutes ago, that's why his clinging again and also because I'm really tired and sleep-deprived due to my nightmares.

"Thomas..." I hear him mumble softly, "Thomas! I remember my name! I'm Thomas!" He announces and we're all silent as we take in the new information and then, "Thomas!" Alby calls out whilst pointing at him in celebration and we all cheer and I get out of the grasp from my boyfriend and head over to my brother, "Good job big bro," I whisper softly in his ear with a smile, "Didn't mean to get his name back lil sis, but hey, actions have consequences," He replies back as everyone continues to cheer and even pat Gally on the back as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.

Gally then brings me along with him and shakes Thomas's hand, "Good job, Thomas," He tells the boy and then comes the dreaded sound. A griever. I bury my head into my brother's shoulder and he tightens his grip around the back of my shoulders. "What the hell was that," I hear Thomas ask, "That my friend, was a... griever," Gally replies and I bury my head further.

"Don't worry, you safe here with us," Gally says in a soft tone so I can't tell if it's to me or to Thomas or both, "Nothing gets through those walls," Gally adds in a more firm but still soft tone. After that, Gally leads me back to Minho as Alby says for everyone to 'tuck it in for the night' which everyone groans about.

I feel arms leave and then new arms appear and I can tell it's Minho, "Look after her and makes sure she gets into bed, I'm helping the pack up tonight, I trust you Minho," Gally says and I sense my boyfriend nod cause he then picks me up bridal style, don't ask how I know what that is, and I bury my head into his chest and hear a light chuckle leave his lips.

As I fall into darkness, I hear Minho one last time, "Night princess, see you tomorrow."

With a final kiss to my hair, then forehead, then nose, then both cheeks and then lastly, a peck to the lips, everything goes completely dark and silent.

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[book-place]

Story of Tonight

Warnings: weapons, tmr spoilers, cursing, violence, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Gladers x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Your chaotic order is suddenly disturbed by the arrival of the newest greenie

A/N: Welcome to book places one year event!!

Inspired by: The Story of Tonight by We the Kings

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

I may not live to see our glory

“Hey, greenie!” You called as you strolled over to the poor boy who had been whipping around, looking at the Glade in complete fear.

Alby grinned, clapping the boy on the back in a way that made him stumble forward in his already unbalanced state, “And this is Y/n.” The leader introduced while you gave a friendly wave to the boy, “And she might be the only girl here, but messing with her might be the last thing you ever do.”

You laughed, playfully shoving the boy aside, “Quit scaring the guy, Alby. You’ll make him go running off again.”

The boy's cheeks flushed at your words, “I didn’t know what was going on.” He defended weakly.

A nod of understanding came from you, “I know, I get it. We were all like that when we first got here. No matter what the other kids will tell you, not a single one of us handled it any better than you did.”

Alby began backing up with his hands in his pockets and a rare wide smile, “I’ll let n/n take it from here, but I’m serious, greenie! No flirting! If she doesn’t end you for it, I guarantee any one of the others- including myself- will!”

You scoffed and flipped him off, leaving the boy cackling as he went off to his other duties and you began steering away the new kid, who looked downright petrified.

“Don’t listen to him,” You sighed softly, “That’s just Alby being Alby. He learned over time that he had to be like that after getting the first and only girl thrown into the mix with everything.”

The boy gulped from beside you, “I wasn’t going to try and flirt-“

“I know.” You smiled kindly, bumping your shoulder with his slightly, “You don’t seem the type.”

“Have-have the others actually done things to people who’ve flirted with you?” He asked.

You grinned teasingly, “Nah, they’ve got pretty close, though.” You looked around and waved at a couple nearby boys fondly, “We’re all like a family here. And family looks out for one another, which is what they’re just trying to do.”

He nodded beside you in understanding, but then asked, “Is it normal that I don’t remember my name?”

It was so innocently asked, but his eyes were wide with fear in a way that made you chuckle slightly and swing an arm around his shoulder, “It’s your first day, greenie. You’ll remember eventually, I promise.”

You continued showing the boy around, something that had quickly become your second job around here after Alby and Newt figured out that you had more of a welcoming personality than any of the others. That alone quickly made you climb up to almost third in command around the Glade, a job often playfully fought over between you and Minho.

“What is this place?”

You faltered in your steps. After so many times of showing new greenies around, you had become used to the recurring question, but that didn’t mean it was any easier for you to talk about each time.

With a clearing of your throat, you turned to look at the small cemetery that had been set up, “These are places to rest for those we’ve lost.” It was an answer that you had been able to generate over time.

“Oh,” He breathed out, dropping his head slightly as if saddened by the loss of those he hadn’t even known, surprising you slightly. You decided that you liked this boy, “Are there many of them?”

“I believe that every loss is a great one,” You said, “So, to me, yes. But to others,” You shrugged, “Maybe not.”

“I think it is.” He whispered.

You smiled softly at his words and gently began steering him away, “I’m glad you think so.”

“But… do they die often?” The nervousness in his tone hinted at what he was trying to insinuate with the question.

“You’re going to be fine,” You reassured him, “If so many of us have made it this far, then you have lots of good people to look out for you.”

But I will gladly join the fight

“New greenie today?” Minho asked, chest still heaving up and down slightly as he leaned his forearms against the table in the map room.

You hummed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall, resting your head against it, “Just left him to Chuck.”

The boy grinned, “Poor kid, Chuky’ll talk his ear off.”

A small laugh left your lips, “I don’t know, the new guy asks a million questions, I think Chuck’ll be the one getting fed up.”

“Hey, sorry we’re late.” Newt's british accent rang out through the room as he and Alby stepped through the door, closing it securely behind them.

“Any new progress?” Alby got straight to business, standing over the table with cross arms.

Minho shook his head, expression dropping from the relaxed, joking one he held as the two of you conversed only seconds ago.

The leader sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “We lessen our odds of getting out of here every day that passes.” He admitted in a small whisper.

You and the other two boys exchanged a worried look, he almost never talked like that- not in front of others at least- he liked to keep hope held up for as long as he could.

With a sympathetic smile, you walked over and clapped the boy on the shoulder, making him peek over his hands to look at you.

“Take a break, Alby,” You said softly, “Relax for the rest of the night, we have the greenie bonfire still. Enjoy it.”

He reached up and placed his hand over yours, squeezing it appreciatively before nodding once to the other two and slipping out.

“Here, I’ll clean this stuff up, guys.” You picked up the papers Minho had been drawing on to showcase the map of the trails he had just run, “Save me a plate of Fry's food, will you?”

“You got it,” Minho mockingly saluted before exiting with an amused Newt right on his heels.

As soon as the door softly shut behind him, you dropped all the belongings with a tired sigh, letting your head fall into your hands.

You had to try to keep a brave face on for them- for everyone. Because even though Alby and Newt outranked you, you felt as though you were responsible for keeping their hope alive- all of the gladers hope.

You would never admit it out loud to anyone, but you had lost hope a long time ago that you were all going to get out of there. But you would fight- you would keep fighting until you had nothing left in you if only to try and give the others a chance of getting out of this place.

And when our children tell our story

“Smile, greenie,” You joked, swinging your arm around the new kids shoulders, “We’re here to celebrate you tonight.”

The boy looked over at you hesitantly, “I’m not so sure I like that idea.”

You threw your head back with a laugh, leading him towards the festivities centered around the large bonfire, “I like you, greenie, you’ve got a humor on you.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny…” He mumbled, slowly taking the glass you held out for him, “What’s this?”

You shrugged, taking a sip out of your own glass, “Gallys famous Moonshine.”

He stared down at it suspiciously, “But what’s in it?” Clearly he had met the creator of the drink already, or he most likely wouldn’t be having this much problems with it.

Your grin only widened, “That’s the thing, nobody knows. He won’t tell us.”

Hesitantly, after watching you take another swig of the mystery drink, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a slip. Less than a second later, he was bent over, sputtering and coughing.

Newt strode by just in time to see that, and laughed loudly while clapping the greenie on the back, “You get used to it after a while.” He promised with a snicker.

The boy grimaced, “I don’t know if I want to.”

“Ah, so this is the famed new greenie I’ve heard so much about,” Minho then came over, wearing a grin you knew meant he was in the mood to mess with the new boy, “Gunning to be a runner on your first day, are ya?”

A blush crept up onto his cheeks and he quickly shook his head. This caused you to scowl at Minho and swing an arm around the boy's shoulders, “Don’t listen to him, he’s just trying to get you all worked up.”

You and the other two laughed slightly while the greenie just stood there, looking uncomfortable.

Noticing this, you shifted the conversation and glanced around, “Where’s Alby?” You frowned slightly.

Newt glanced back towards the Homestead, “Already retired for the night, poor bloke could barely keep his eyes open.”

Your lips twitched into a slight frown at the news, but quickly replaced it with a wide grin when you noticed the others watching you, “Good, he deserves to get some rest.”

With that, your small group slowly dispersed, you and Minho plopping down onto some nearby logs and chatting while Newt led the greenie away to show him around a bit.

Shortly after, your attention was pulled from the boy beside you and towards where a group of gladers were huddled near the fire, cheering in a way you knew could only mean that there was a fight.

Letting loose a small sigh from your nose, you pushed yourself to your feet, ready to break up the brawl.

You surged through the crowd, the couple boys that saw you moving out of your way, already knowing that you would be mad at them for encouraging it in the first place, and wisely decided on not making it worse for themselves.

A surprising surge of anger coursed through you when you reached the front and came face to face with the sight of Gallys stupid smirk as he advanced on the greenie, who stumbled backwards in fear.

You barely knew the boy, but you already really liked him.

“Hey!” You called, marching forward and shoving Gally backwards by the chest.

Gallys eyes widened and he didn’t resist your push, everyone all around quieting as well, watching the scene before them unfold.

“Alright, ya shanks!” Minho's voice boomed behind you, “Show’s over!” Normally he didn’t get involved with the fights, but he must have followed you.

Slowly, the crowd disbanded and spread out, giving you some space, muttering amongst themselves all the while.

You turned to the boy, “Are you alright, greenie?”

“Thomas.” He mumbled, looking slightly disoriented.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“My name- it’s Thomas.” His eyes finally lifted to meet yours.

You shot him a small, amused grin, “Funny time to remember something like that.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Thomas mumbled, shuffling his feet.

With that, you rounded on your heel to face Gally, who was being blocked from running away by Minho, who stood like a solid wall in front of him with his arms crossed.

“And you,” You seethed, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I-he-“ Gally sputtered out.

You held a hand up to silence him, “Actually, I don’t want to hear it.”

Minho let out a low whistle of amusement once Gally scampered off, “Damn, greenie, some first day you’re having.”

“Tell me about it,” Thomas muttered.

You forced yourself to let out a laugh, trying to make it sound as real as you could.

They'll tell the story of tonight

Your lips were pulled into a thin, grim line as you stood over Ben with crossed arms, your ears long since having begun ringing from his screams.

He was going through the changing and you and the others could do nothing but painfully sit around and wait for it to be completed.

Alby sat in a chair to the other side of the bed, head resting in his hands as his forehead creased with worry and contemplation.

It was beginning to get to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to get out of that room.

You turned on your heel and quickly exited, feeling a bit guilty for the sigh of relief that slipped past your lips, even though the noise of his screams were only muffled the tiniest bit through the thin door.

“Y/n.”

Subconsciously, you started with slight surprise at the sudden voice to your left, and your head whipped to the side to face Gally, who almost looked as if he had been waiting for you.

You scowled slightly, still upset with him about what happened with Thomas the night before.

“What do you want, you shank?” You grumbled, already beginning to stomp down the stairs to leave the Homestead.

“I don’t trust him.” He kept up with your quick pace with ease.

The bluntness of his tone paired with the suddenness of his words made you falter in your step slightly and you shot him a sideways gaze, “Who?” Your curiosity got the better of you.

“Thomas.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and quickening your steps in hopes of getting away from the boy.

A gentle hand grabbed your arm and pulled you to a stop. You were forced to look into Gallys eyes that held such seriousness and urgency that you didn’t even try to wretch your arm from his grip, “I saw him during the changing. I don’t know how or why, but I don’t trust him.”

“You saw him?” You hesitated.

He nodded his head, “Clear as day.”

You swallowed thickly, averting your eyes to the other side of the Glade, where Newt was showing Thomas the ropes of everything.

“Thanks for letting me know,” Was the only thing you said before slipping away.

Let's have another round tonight

She’s the last one. Ever.

Of course, you should have known. The first time there’s ever another girl in the Glade, she comes with an ominous note that shoots fear through everyone’s hearts, including your own.

Your first thought was if she was the last greenie to come up, then would the Box itself never come up again either? Would you be able to still get supplies?

The girl was quick to pass out almost as quickly as she had woken up, and you could tell right away that Thomas seemed off, as if her arrival had triggered something from within him.

Unconsciously, your mind drifted to Gallys words from earlier, the ones about seeing Thomas while he was going through the changing. Maybe this as connected to it.

You hadn’t questioned it though, or voiced your opinions, too busy working with Newt to keep everyone’s panic at bay, even when your own was rising more and more by the second.

Alby looked at you, and you picked up on a hint of duress that only those closest to him would be able to see. It was never a good sign when the leader of the Glade was worried and practically showing it.

Let's have another round tonight

A loud scream pierced through the air, immediately ripping your attention away from Newt, who was talking in front of you, and your head snapped over to the source of the noise so fast that you could have sworn you almost got whiplash.

Without a second thought, you took off as fast as your legs would carry you into the general direction, eyes zoning in on where Thomas was making a beeline out of the trees, seemingly aimlessly.

Right on his heels was Ben, who you were certain was still supposed to be on bed rest. The boy was chasing after the greenie with a murderous glint in his eyes that made your stomach churn.

Gladers all around quickly gathered close to the two boys, watching with parted lips and eyes wide with shock as Ben tackled Thomas to the ground.

“Hey-“ You yelled, moving to dove forward and push him off the boy, only for another hand to hold you back.

Your head whipped around to where Newt was shaking his head, nodding in the direction of Alby, who wore a deadly calm look and held a bow that was pointed directly at Ben’s head.

“Get off of him, Ben,” Alby demanded authoritatively.

The boy made sounds of protest, refusing to release him.

Your eyes worriedly flickered down to where Thomas lay, staring up in horror as he used all his strength to try and keep the crazed boy at bay.

“This is your last warning.”

Newts hand was still gently but firmly placed around yours to keep you from impulsively interfering and possibly getting hurt.

Ben let out a scream, arm reeling back with a sharp object grasped tightly in his fist, as if to stab Thomas, but was swiftly thrown off the boy by the force of an arrow hitting him in the side of his face.

Thomas immediately scampered up, stumbling away from the boy. Only then did Newt let go of you, and you quickly rushed to him while a bunch of the Gladers moved to secure Ben.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked anxiously, eyes traveling over his face for any sign of damage.

He huffed out a large breath of air, muscles still tense from the chase, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

Dusk quickly approached after that, seconds ticking by until the Keepers were to get together to push Ben into the maze just in time for the doors to close. Locking him in there for the night.

You knew he deserved it- he tried to murder Thomas- but in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to go and watch.

It was honestly sick, pushing a kid to his death, even after he tried to take another’s life.

Let's have another round tonight

It was one bad thing right after the next.

You felt like you barely ever had time to breathe, tragedy just kept striking again and again.

Now, you paced back and forth at the west door entrance of the maze that Minho and Alby were supposed to come back through hours ago. The two of them went out to explore a dead grievers body that the runner had supposedly seen, and had not been back since.

Every couple of seconds, you would glance up at the ever setting sun and your heart would just sink lower and lower into your chest.

You had resorted to worriedly biting on your thumb nail, ignoring the way all the Gladers around you were muttering amongst themselves in their own panic.

“They’ll be alright.”

Though you knew the british boy was trying to comfort you, the slight waver in his tone at the end of his sentence gave him away to only putting his confidence on for show.

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to manage a nod, urgency and worry eating up inside of you. It was getting so bad that it felt as if your chest was contracting.

You didn’t know what to do.

All of a sudden, two figures emerged from around the corner. Well, one figure was stumbling while dragging another limp figure at their side.

Minho was dragging Alby along.

Minho was dragging Alby along, and the doors were beginning to shut.

Your mouth went dry and your throat began closing up.

“Come on!”

“Hurry!”

“Leave him!”

“Run, Minho, run!”

Desperate cries broke out from all around you as everyone tried to urge the pair on. But you already knew, somewhere deep down, that there was no chance of them making it.

They were too far away and the doors were closing far too quickly.

From the corner of your eye, you barely even registered Thomas’s body moving forward until it was too late. Until Newt's arm was hanging uselessly to the side after trying to grab the boy and yank him back.

Until Thomas had slipped through the maze doors just in time for them to close with a deafening thud.

Raise our glass to freedom

Not once during any of the hours of the night had you moved from your spot.

Your feet were planted firmly into the ground right in the very center of the west door and that’s where they stayed. Your eyes didn’t close for longer than the occasional blink, and you wordlessly waved away any of your worried friends who had tried to coax you to bed.

Nothing could have moved you from that spot. Not when three of your closest friends were trapped in the horrid maze for the night.

Somewhere deep down, you knew that no matter what you did, no matter how long you waited, nothing would bring them back. It was impossible to survive a night in the maze.

“Love,” Though you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, you didn’t tear your eyes away from the bland concrete in front of you, “The doors are gonna open soon, and I don’t think we should be here when they do.”

You knew he was just trying to spare you the heartbreak of the doors opening without any one of them being there, but you couldn’t will yourself away.

“I can’t,” Your voice was slightly hoarse from non use.

“Y/n…” Chuck was there too, the poor boy was also worried about you, “Fry said we can go get some breakfast from him before any of the others get up. That means we get first dibs on everything.”

Your feet remained firmly planted on the ground.

The all too familiar groan of the doors easing open drew more Gladers near, no other sound but the quiet murmurs that slipped past their lips.

You knew that the emptiness waiting for you would be too much to bear, but you couldn’t will your feet to move, to pull you away from the scene that would leave you devastated.

But as the doors inched open, you sucked in a sharp breath and you felt as if your heart froze.

There stood Alby, Minho, and Thomas.

All very much alive- despite the fact that Alby looked seconds away from passing out.

A sob escaped from the back of your throat and you threw yourself forward before any of the other Gladers even reacted, hugging the closest of the boys, which just so happened to be Minho.

Despite being the one to be trapped in the maze all night, Minho caught you with ease and hugged you back with a tightness that you could only assume meant he needed it just as much as you did.

“Come on,” You pulled away after a moment once Newt started speaking, “Let’s get you to the med-jacks. Then we can talk about how the bloody hell you shanks managed to survive.”

Something they can never take away

“Heya, greenie.” You grinned, striding over to the slammer.

Thomas peaked his head towards one of the openings, “Hey,” He replied back.

“I come bearing good news,” You began rifling through your pocket to pull out a key, which you slotted into the lock on the jail door and turned, letting it fall open, “You’re free to go.”

Thomas quickly scrambled out, letting loose a breath of relief, making you chuckle slightly.

“Here,” You handed him a plate of lunch you had been carrying for him, “Eat it on the way, Alby wants to talk to you.”

A mixture of surprise and relief flooded onto the boy's face, “He’s awake?”

You nodded, “The first thing he did was demand that he talked to you. Alone.”

A bit of nervousness grew on his face as the two of you walked side by side towards the Homestead, “Any idea what it’s about?”

You shook your head, “Nah… but, hey, I’ll be right outside the room if you need anything, alright?”

He nodded, shooting you a grateful smile as you arrived at the room Alby was in before he carefully crept in and closed the door behind him.

You did as promised, leaning across the wall opposite to the door as you waited for Thomas to emerge from the room again, only to be alerted a couple moments later by the sound of struggling coming from within the room.

Quickly, you burst in to see what all the ruckus was about, only to find Newt- who was surprisingly in the room as well- restraining Albys hands and Thomas backing away, eyes wide with fright. Alby himself was sputtering and seemingly trying to regain control of his breathing.

He turned his head to face you and Newt, who were now standing side by side, “Be careful with the girl, and protect the maps.” Was all he told you before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

You knew he was talking about the strange girl that arrived the other day, but his directions were eerie to you. And sudden. You didn’t know what was happening- you were no doubt missing some pieces to the story- but you were beginning to freak out.

No matter what they tell you

No, no, no, no-

This couldn’t be happening. You must have been dreaming.

But as you whipped around in circles with your head tilted back to stare with wide, unbelieving eyes, you knew that it was true, if only by the similar reactions from the other Gladers.

The sky was gray and the sun had disappeared.

Scientifically, you knew this wasn’t possible. But you also knew that scientifically, having no sun meant no crops could grow- the things keeping you all alive. So you figured that the reality of the situation was more important than how it actually came to be.

First the girl. Then the note saying the box would bring anymore supplies. Ben going insane. Then Thomas, Alby, and Minho getting trapped in the maze. And Albys weird instructions-

Sure, being stuck, helpless, in the Glade was never ideal to begin with, but you all made due. There was order to all of the chaos, but it seemed like ever since Thomas’s arrival, everything had come tumbling down, crushing you in the process.

It was all too much. You could hardly breathe.

But you couldn’t worry about that at the moment, not when so many of the Gladers were thrown into a panic that only you and the few others in charge could even have a small hope of curing.

“Hey! Alright, listen up!” Your voice boomed over the open space, effectively gaining the attention of everyone around and silencing them, “Until we know what’s going on, everyone head to the Homestead.”

Only a few quiet murmurs escaped from the lips of all the boys, but they all did as you said without question, trusting you.

All you could do was hope that their trust wasn’t misplaced.

“Y/n,” Newt came up beside you, “We have a problem.”

“You don’t say.” You deadpanned.

The blond boy shook his head, “It’s not just the sky… the doors to the maze aren’t closing… nothing's happening.”

Your throat tightened, “What the hell do you mean?”

He gestured towards the entrances, “They should have closed by now.”

Your eyes widened and you glanced towards a couple of stragglers nearby who were yet to make it into the Homestead.

“Come on, people! Move it!” You snapped, worry seeping into your tone.

They exchanged glances, but didn’t question it, just doing as you said and changing their paces to a small jog.

Once you and Newt did a sweep to make sure that nobody was left outside, you yourselves went in and assisted in barricading all of the doors and windows to hopefully keep the horrible grievers out.

Raise our glass to the four of us

“The grievers will kill one of us each night until all of us are dead!”

As if the crazed- slightly animalistic- look in his eyes weren’t enough to make you uneasy, his words threw you as well as everyone else within the Homestead into a full on panic.

Gally had burst in with disheveled hair and clothes to announce that to all of you, but you honestly had no idea how he knew or why he was telling everyone, he knew well enough that it would just shoot fear into everyone’s hearts.

Before anyone could so much as speak, the boy had already flung himself across the room just as one of the grievers that had been trying to penetrate the place broke in.

A shrill scream left your lips along with others as you all stumbled backwards.

But instead of charging at the rest of you, the griever followed along with Gallys words and simply disappeared after he had taken the boy.

A sob raked through your body when the boy who you never considered a friend nor foe disappeared along with the creatures into the night.

Thomas pulled you into a sideways hug, his chest falling up and down rapidly as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

“They’re gonna come for one of us each night,” You muttered, finally comprehending the server weight of that fact.

“The maps!” Alby burst out suddenly, leaping ungraciously to his feet and sprinting out of the room before any of you could so much as blink at his words.

Tomorrow there'll be more of us

“What the hell are you doing?” You cried, rushing towards the map room where Alby stood, torch in hand.

He released it, feeding it to the ever growing fire.

You received no response in return, it was silent as you stared at him with betrayal-filled eyes. He was destroying years of research- possibly the only chance any of you ever had of getting out of this place.

Minho came to a stop beside you, mouth slightly agape as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing- you barely could either.

“No!” You snapped out of your trance and lunged forward, as if to dive into the flames and save the maps.

“Hey, hey-“ Minho quickly caught you around the waist and pulled you back, “It’s alright, it’s alright.”

“Does this look alright to you?” Newt snapped, he and Thomas finally having made their way over to the three of you.

“I already moved the maps,” Minho explained calmly, “They’re safe.”

For the first time that day, you sagged in relief and quit fighting against your friends hold.

Telling the story of tonight

It was a code.

Of course it was, how could you have been so stupid to not notice before?

The girl- Teresa- had proven to be helpful after you let her out of the slammer and she was able to decipher the maps as different codes when all put together.

All you needed to figure out was how to use them.

“I can’t believe it,” You ranted excitedly to Newt, “After all this time, the answers have been right in front of us.”

The boy smiled softly when he heard something in your voice that he hadn’t heard in years.

Hope. Genuine hope.

As much as you had tried to fool the others that you still believed in your chances of getting out of there, he never fell for it. Not once.

“Y/n! Newt!” Minho was breathless as he came running over to the two of you, falling forwards with his hands on his knees when he reached you.

“What is it?” You noticed the worried look on his face.

“Thomas- the shucking idiot- he got stung by a griever. On purpose.”

Your heart stopped.

“What?”

As fast as you could, you sprinted to the Homestead, throwing open the door and crowding the bed that Thomas laid on.

Almost as if waiting for your arrival, his eyes fluttered open when you came to a stop in front of him.

“I have a plan.” Were the first words he uttered.

The story of tonight

It was a miracle that the Keepers- that anybody- had agreed to the reckless- and undoubtedly stupid- plan, and you honestly had no idea how Thomas did it. But now, you, and the rest of the Gladers that decided against staying, were gearing up with weapons to storm the maze and make your escape.

Minho shot you an encouraging smile- the best one he could muster- as he handed you a makeshift spear to defend yourself and others.

You tuned everything out as Thomas went over the plan once again with everyone, but you already had it down. All you had to do was keep telling yourself that it was achievable- that it was actually happening. That you weren’t just dreaming. That there was actually a chance of getting out of this place.

So when everyone charged forward with a loud battle cry, you joined in with them, falling into step with Minho and Thomas, who were leading the way through the maze.

At every twist and turn, there was a new griever lurking about, deadly weapons at the ready and deafening shrieks going.

You lost track quickly of how many of them you had stabbed, how many had tried swiping at you, only for you to duck at the last moment.

“Come on!” Thomas shouted above the chaos, rushing over and grabbing your wrist to drag you over to the edge of the cliff as the other Gladers held the beasts off.

Your wide eyes snapped over to him, “What? This wasn’t part of the plan-“

“I need you down there.” There was a sort of urgency in his voice as he spoke, and it reflected through his eyes as well, “Please, I can’t do this without you.”

You hesitated before slowly nodding. You came to the realization that you were the first person in the glade to show him kindness, and even if you only knew each other for a short amount of time, you were close friends. And he needed you, so you would be there for him.

“I’ll go first.” He called, giving you one last nod before jumping off the edge of the cliff, disappearing right where he said he would.

Your eyes flitted back to Newt and Minho, both of the boys sending your hurried nods to tell you to go along, that they would be alright and would keep everyone else safe.

So with that, you followed after Thomas, jumping off the cliff and into the abyss.

Bloody Shanks 🧪- @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @etanordoesbullsh1t @kiyomi-uchiha777

[heliads]

Hello hey can you do some fluff with Thomas ? 🥰please

when they are talking in the safe heaven they was mutual pinning for them since the glade. She was all ways there for him and vice versa. They are a balancing personality. She was pessimistic and he was optimistic. But they have matching energy: one day he make a stupid joke and she says «  why I’m in love with you remind me «  but she didn’t mean to, and Thomas was surprised because they were in love it was obvious and didn’t stop teasing her for it.

Ps : Newt and Teresa are alive

i believe in newt and teresa being alive

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There is no such thing as winning over Y/N. That’s one of the very first lessons Thomas learned upon entering the Glade, along with the other crucial ones such as ‘don’t pick a fight with Gally,’ and ‘for goodness’ sake, Greenie, stop trying to go in the Maze.’ Still, he’s not inclined to give up yet. On any of those topics, actually. 

Thomas is not prone to surrender. He is a fighter, always has been. Or, he’d like to say that, if he had any idea what he ‘always has been’ in his life. There is Thomas now, Thomas when he first came up in the Box, and then a great expanse of nothingness before and after that. Blank emptiness is his past, unknowable odds his future. There is only Thomas in the present moment, so capable of changing his future that he doesn’t even know his past.

The nothingness makes it easier to remember the lessons. He has so few concrete memories in his head that the day-to-day events stand out in bright highlighter neon. Thomas can remember the sensation of a pen but never what brand he liked best nor what he might have written with it. Thomas does not know if he has ever worked in a garden growing up, but he knows what seeds can become and that he hates being a Track-Hoe, so he focuses on the last bit instead.

It makes him lie awake at night, spending hours staring up at a sky utterly foreign to him in the hopes of remembering any more of it. The constellation over his nose could have been his favorite, once upon a time, it could have been taught to him by a mother or father, but now it is just a broad handful of stars somewhere beyond his reach.

With so little to fill his head except fear and paranoia of the day before, Thomas is forced to conjure up something better worth his imagination, and more often than not, that happy thing becomes Y/N. Y/N is probably what Thomas will become sooner or later, once the initial rush of finding himself in the Glade wears off and he just grows sick of everything in sight.

Y/N has been here longer than most everyone here. The only rivals she has in terms of tenure would be Alby or the dead boys lying in a grave somewhere in the Deadheads. All that time stuck in these stone walls, and it taught her the importance of never getting your hopes up. Thomas met her the first time and thought that he might make it his goal to get her to smile.

He reached that after a few days, but that didn’t stop him from trying again and again. So what if Y/N is a realist who’s given up on dreaming of a way to get out of here, Thomas has enough heart for both of them and he’ll wield it just the same. Thomas sidles up to her at meals and tells terrible jokes until she has to sip at her water to hide a smile. He listens to her talk about everything that goes wrong in the Glade and intersperses recollections of what went well that day as well.

Slowly, surely, Thomas swears that she’s coming over to his side. He can win her friendship like a battle, a round of cards, anything he can make his own with enough dumb luck and a good few twists of fate. He’s come closer than anyone else, so that surely should count for something, right?

Thomas knows he’s getting there when the other kids start intervening. Minho takes it upon himself to tell Thomas that this whole thing is a lost cause. Been there, done that, Minho says one day while they’re out mapping a sector of the Glade, you’re going to have to give up eventually, and you know that. Y/N doesn’t want to suddenly become an optimist. It’s not going to happen.

I don’t want her to suddenly become an optimist, Thomas argues back, I just want her to like being around me even if I’m one.

Later that day, while they were taking one of their few much-needed breaks, Thomas had dared to ask Minho more in between desperate sips of water.

You knew her at the start, didn’t you? What was she like? He’d prompted.

Minho had sighed, stared at the water in his hands. She was like you. I never thought she’d give up on the hope that we’d get of here, and then she did.

Thomas had pushed for more details on just what had happened to change Y/N’s mind, but he hadn’t been able to get any additional facts out of Minho other than a recollection of several Gladers lost without any monumental change in their slow slog towards getting answers out of the Maze.

Mainly, though, what had done Y/N in was time. She’s spent three years here now, three years without any sign that they’ll ever leave. Fine, then, Thomas decides. If Y/N can’t see a world in which they ever get out of here, he’ll forge a new one just to make her eyes light up again.

He’s good on his word, too. When Thomas finds the way out, when their entire way of life goes awry and Gally tries to exert his control over the Glade, Thomas fights his way out with his friends. He shows Y/N the door out of the Maze, and he takes her through it.

Thomas doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget the look on her face when they step out into the sunlight for the first time. The sun was still there in the Glade, obviously, but it isn’t the same when you can feel the shadows of the Maze walls on your back with every other breath. Out there in the real world, though, that was something else altogether.

It was good, even when they were fighting for their lives in the Scorch. They spent their days terrified of Crank activity, but when the sun sank beneath the horizon and they were finally able to rest in whatever meager shelter that crossed their path, Thomas looked at Y/N and he knew that her hope was back. It was enough to make him keep fighting for a better life. It was enough to make him feel infallible.

And they did it, didn’t they? They found their way out. Thomas is reminiscing about old, worse times from his hut in the Safe Haven, far away from harm. Cranks cannot reach them here, nor WICKED, nor anyone else. He is here with his friends and Y/N, and he could not want for anyone else.

The final fights were the worst of Thomas’ life. He lost allies, but he saved some, too. Thomas doesn’t know that he’ll ever experience a fear quite like the one ricocheting through his chest when Newt was bitten. For a few horrific minutes there, Thomas had thought that he might lose him, the one friend he’d had from the very start. 

Minho had made it back in time with the cure, though, and then Newt was blinking up at him with shocked eyes and asking what had happened. Thomas hadn’t been able to answer him, not for a while. He remembers standing there, clutching Y/N for support, knowing that without her there he might have collapsed to the ground by Newt’s side.

That was Y/N for him, Thomas supposes. Whenever he was low, she was high. They complemented each other perfectly. He held out hope when she couldn’t, and when he was in danger of losing himself, Y/N pulled him back from the brink. Survival does horrible things to us all, but sometimes it gives you salvation in the form of people. Y/N is his people. Y/N is all he has ever needed.

Y/N was the one Thomas was thinking about when he was fleeing Janson through a burning city. Y/N was the name on his mind when Thomas caught Teresa just before the roof caved in. When the explosion hit him too hard and Thomas passed out on the Berg carrying them away, her face was the last one that flashed through his head.

It is all okay, though. They have lived through the horrors, the desolation, the grief. All that is left for them now is a quiet sort of ending, an epilogue in which the heroes win and the villains are forgotten. Thomas rises with the sun and goes to bed with the moon, and slowly, carefully, he heals.

They do that together, too. Thomas hands over leadership duties of the new settlement to the others; he wants no part of that now, no forced maturity of any kind, and he runs away to the one person who will always want him now. It’s funny, looking back on the Glade, how Thomas had always operated with this slight fear that Y/N was just humoring him because they were both stuck in the same place. He knows now for a fact that was never the case.

She’s told him as much, both directly and through the little things. He picks a wildflower out of surprise that such a colorful thing could idly grow on the side of the road and she tucks it behind her ear for the rest of the day. He wakes with nightmares and she holds him until the dreams become just that, just dreams, just memories which can no longer touch him.

Thomas thinks for the first time that growing old sounds like something that he can finally ignore. In the Glade and Scorch, the thought of making it to infirmity was something of a dream, an impossibility he would never reach. Right now, though, Thomas wants all the time he can get his hands on. He’s desperate for it, greedy and drunk on every moment. He loves the little things. He is enchanted by the big events. All of it is his, and all of it is beautiful.

He finds Y/N in the mornings, the evenings, the afternoons. They walk until their feet ache and sleep until the sun has climbed far too high in the sky, laugh and cry and live. It is nothing like what he thought growing up would be like, but then again, he never thought he’d make it far enough to judge. Right now, he is happy.

Very happy. He turns to Y/N as they’re sitting by the edge of the water and tells some sort of stupid joke. He’s been prone to them recently, like some inner comedian has suddenly remembered it exists and dusted itself off for its fair share in his personality. Maybe the Thomas before the Maze liked being funny. He’s never had enough time to figure out who that was at all.

Thomas waits for Y/N to say what she usually says in response to his attempts at being funny:  laugh along, maybe, or swat him on the shoulder, or come up with an even better joke just to make fun of him.

Instead, she rolls her eyes fondly. “That was awful.”

“Great,” Thomas corrects, “I think you mean it was great.”

“I certainly do not,” she says, smiling, “Remind me again why I love you?”

It’s late in the evening, maybe she’s tired, maybe that’s why she slips up and says something like that. Neither of them have been willing in any way to put a name on what they have or what they feel, but it occurs to Thomas that he wants that label more than anything he’s ever wanted before.

Y/N’s face looks tight, as if the skin has been yanked up on her bones to expose the skeleton beneath. She starts talking about something else quickly, the words tumbling out in an attempt to hide what had been said before. It doesn’t matter, though, Thomas knows what he heard and he adores it.

“I love you too,” he says. He feels like shouting it.

Y/N stares at him. “What?”

“I love you,” he answers her. “I love you. And you totally knew that, by the way. You’ve known that all along, so you do not get to just pretend like that didn’t happen. I know what you said. Also, I want it remembered from here on out that you said ‘I love you first.’”

Y/N gives him a look, but she can’t stop her lips from twisting up into a grin, so even her fiercest glares can’t weather him in the slightest. “Why does the order of who said what first even matter?”

“Who knows?” Thomas says, shrugging as casually as he can, “Probably that you’re just, you know, obsessed with me or something. I wouldn’t blame you.”

This time Y/N does swat him, but she kisses him too, so Thomas supposes she could be forgiven. He already has. He’d do it in a heartbeat, even if she was stabbing him through the chest instead of toying with him. He loves her. He loves her, and he won’t do anything else but that.

requested by @hope92100, i hope you enjoy!

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I ONLY KNOW YOU FROM BOOKS

newt x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: Being teleported into your favourite universe can be a stressful experience but you also get to meet your favourite character.

Warning/content: nothing i can think of, maybe one mention of death, as requested by dm reader is french and has a little accent!, my English

a.n.: 1.7k words- can be read as platonic!

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Your head was hurting, your ears were ringing, the loud sound of mechanics happening around you wasn't helping. You slowly opened your eyes, taking the time to look around you. It seemed to be like an elevator filled with supplies, food and even animals. 

Suddenly, the motion stopped in a loud thump before a red light started to flicker. You started to panic a bit, you were lost and couldn't tell how you arrived here. Above you, the ceilings opened and you thought you'd maybe have answers to your questions. 

The sudden sunlight blinded you and you had to cover your face with your hands. You took a minute to analyse what was happening, people were chatting and it seemed like they were surprised to find you here. Your eyes were finally adapting to the light and you were able to discover the faces of the boys above you. You raised your eyebrow, surprised to find them wearing these types of clothes you never saw anyone wear anymore. You were even more surprised to find yourself wearing the same ones. 

A man shouted, making you jump in surprise, and everybody stopped talking before a blond boy went down into what you heard was "The Box". You swore you heard this noun before. "Hi," the sandy-haired boy greeted you, holding out his hand for you to take. "Can you remember your name?" he asked with a quiet voice, it seemed like he was trying not to scare you. 

Your eyes widened when you heard what he said, maybe you never heard of The Box, maybe you read about it. You took a time to observe the blonde boy. "What is your name?" you asked back.

It couldn't be true, it didn't make any sense. "Newt." Your mouth fell agape as you heard his name. Was it possible to teleport into a book? You looked more carefully at the boy and recognized all the descriptions you used to read about. You thought you were dreaming and pinched your arm to make sure you were truly awake. You felt the pain. It was genuinely happening. 

After a minute you realised Newt was still holding his hand out for you and you finally grabbed it. When you were on your feet you took the time to look around you and saw four huge walls enclosing the square of grass you were standing on. "Welcome to the-" 

"Glade..." you finished Newt sentence with a smile on your lips. The gardener shared a horrified look with who you recognized as Alby. The later asked Newt to bring you out of The Box. 

Finally by everybody's side, you were contemplating the Glade, trying to find everything you read about. But before you were able to see more you felt someone grabbing your arm. "How do you know where you are?" Ably asked you. "What's your name? Why are you a girl?" he continued his questions more and more aggressively, visibly panicked. 

"Um... it's a little complicated," you saw Newt making a weird face when you spoke. 

"What's that accent?" he asked. He would be smiling if you weren't standing there when you shouldn't be. That's the thing. Being able to read in English was something, being able to talk without an accent was another. 

"French," you said shyly. You were grateful they could still understand you but you felt a little dumb, standing there, in the middle of boys who either seemed like it was the first time they saw a girl- well it was actually- or like they wanted to directly throw you in the Pit without thinking about who you were. 

"Do you know why you're here?" Newt asked and you shook your head. You loved the maze runner universe but it wasn't the best one Destiny had chosen to put you in. Your survival skills weren't the best they had seen.

The tall boy you reckon must be Gally talked, pulling you out of your thoughts. "That's not what matters Newt! How do you know where you are? Everybody forgets what they know when they come here!"

"I know," you said quietly, timid under Gally's gaze. It was legitimate to be freaked out by your weird arrival here. But the thing was you didn't know how you came here. You knew who they were, you even knew their future, this thought sent a wave of questions in your mind but it wasn't the moment. The last thing you remembered was reading a book. You dug into your mind to find an answer. Everybody around you was waiting for you to talk and you felt intimated. 

Apparently, Newt could feel it because he sent everybody- except the Keepers- back to their work. The boys walked you to the Council Hall, they all seemed lost in their own thoughts. You awkwardly took a seat in front of everybody and bent your head down, even if you knew them you couldn't help but feel shy as they all watched you attentively. Alby finally started to talk. "First question. What's your name?" 

"Y/n," you said, trying your best to hide your French accent, it wasn't the moment to lose credibility, you needed to be trusted.

 "How much do you know about here?" 

"A lot." 

"How is that possible?" 

"Um..." there was no way there were going to believe you, you didn't even believe your own words as you spoke. "Well- I don't know exactly how I came here but..." you tried your best to search every bit of information your brain held. "It will sound crazy, but... I-in my world you don't exist." The boys in front of you looked septical at your explanation for the moment. "I know you all but from books. In my world, the maze, the Glade, WICKED and all of you are just ink on paper." You shut your eyes, refusing to look at them for the moment, you were afraid that their faces would tell you they were going to abandon you in the Maze. "B-but I don't know exactly how I came here, what kind of magic bought me here but now that I am there, I may know the way out."

This caught everybody's attention and while you thought it was going to be an argument for you to stay and not be killed, it seemed like they feared your even more. "Really?" Alby asked. 

"Yes," you said. "In my world, your universe has six books and right now you are in the first one," you took a deep breath, omitting the explanation with the sequels and novellas, this part was going to be complicated to explain. "You guys escape at the end of the first book. I read it multiple times, I think I can help you get out of here." 

They didn't answer anything before Minho talked "How do I know if what you're saying is true?" 

"Ask me questions." 

"How are we getting out of here?" 

"We can't until they decide we will. WICKED modify the sections every day. In the books, they escape when a guy named Thomas and a girl named Theresa arrive here but they have a special link with WICKED." You went on and on about everything you remembered, Ben's attack, Minho's night in the Maze, the doors staying open at night. You hesitated on talking about Gally's being stung and decided that there was already too much information. 

They carefully listened to you, something asking you to repeat because of your French accent or demanding you to explain further some points. You didn't know for how long you talked but your throat was sore and you terribly needed to drink "Can I have water?" you waited for them to calm down and stop talking before asking your question. 

Frypan left the room to grab you a glass and other Keepers decided to finally leave the room. It was just you and Newt now. "Are you okay?" he asked, he genuinely sound like he cared and your heart missed a beat and you nodded. "I think you already know everything but- do you want to discover the Glade?" 

You nodded, this time with a smile on your lips, you couldn't believe Newt was standing in front of you. He was a character you loved and cared about so much, it seemed unreal. 

You just had the time to receive your glass of water before you started your visit. Newt still took the time to explain everything as he would do with any greenie. Quickly the night fell and you knew what was waiting for you. The bonfire. 

The idea made you smile and you started to think about Gally's drink, was the taste as horrible as you read about? You didn't have to think a lot because you rapidly found yourself with a jar between your hands. "C'mon Greenie," Newt said with a tipsy smile, "Drink." 

When the beverage touched your tongue you tried your best not to spill it everywhere. It truly tasted disgusting. "What's inside?" 

"Ah! They don't tell you in the books?" Newt smirked and you shook your head. "Then I won't tell anything. It's not like I know anyway." With your back against a log, you gathered your legs to your chest, resting your head on your knees. You breathe happily. 

You couldn't express the way you felt but it was a peaceful moment. The sound of Gladers having fun, of the fire and the burning wood. Newt's laughter. He was the best part of all this.

He was making you feel comfortable, you weren't nervous at the idea of recreating what you read when you were by his side. You had to admit you had to resist the urge to just hug him. He deserved a hug so much. 

"Newt?" The boy turned his head to look down at you.

 "Yeah?" 

"You know in all the books I've read about all of you? You're my favourite character." You hoped you didn't sound weird but judging by the way his smile soften you were almost sure he was flattered by what you just said. 

"Why?"

You felt warmth winning your cheek "Well, I think you're brave. I only know you from books but- after everything you've been through you're still kind to everyone." You unconsciously looked at his limp. You continued to talk about the comfort he bought you before your smile faded "You always try your best and- and I think you deserve a happy ever after. The best happy ever after." You felt your heart clenching in your chest as you thought about the ending he had.

Newt was looking at you with a gentle smile, touched by your words. It was a weird feeling to have a stranger understand you so much. You knew what your goal was now. It wasn't just to escape and join the Safe Heaven. You were going to save Newt.

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[chaoscriess]

HELLO I have been stalking you page for a while and then I see this and I'm so happy because I wanted to request, what would it be like dating newt but then a greenie comes and like starts flirting with you and newt is about to step up to help you but then you just like punch the guy and he like passes out, but remember you don't have to do this if you want or you don't have to get it done right away but I even just want to say thank you for reading this have a good [day- afternoon- night] <3

newt x FEM!reader

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! none

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! swearing because I refuse to say shuck, catcalling, greenie doesn't get the hint, kinda short??

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

you had arrived in the glade shortly after alby did, so you had always been used to greenies showing interest in you. as boy after boy arrived, it had almost become a game. a greenie would arrive and see you as soon as the box was opened, and they would be told off by all the others, whom had already discovered that you werent interested in any of the boys of the glade. after each boy was told that there wasn't a chance in hell that you would be with them, and after you had told them no about 50 times, they had all given up.

but that all changed the next time the box came up. the greenie that inhabited the box was newt, the only greenie that you would ever be interested in. as soon as he came up in the box, you knew he was different. his blonde hair was the first thing you noticed, but his accent followed closely after. you loved his accent, it was the most bizarre thing you had ever experienced, due to not having any memory of the outside world. well, besides your whole situation. you still played hard to get despite your growing feelings towards him. every time you had work, you asked newt to accompany you. you blamed it on the fact that he was a good worker, but really, you just wanted to be around him as much as you could.

when newt finally asked you to be his girlfriend, you were doing your work in the garden. he had already finished his work for the day so he was standing near you, giving you playful words of encouragement every time you yelled that you were tired. you two were talking about the gladers, and newt had asked if you would ever date one of them. you looked up at him and wiped the sweat off of your forehead with a dirty hand, before sighing and looking back at the ground. "well, no, but there's one guy.. I don't think he'd ever be with me though, so.." you paused and decided not to continue. he looked at you with a fake smile on his face, and raised an eyebrow. "oh yeah? well who is it?" when you stayed silent he bugged you some more, pleading with you to tell him. "oh come on, you know I won't tell anyone!" you sighed and stood up before walking away.

newt walked quickly after you and grabbed your hand, turning you back to him, before apologizing to you. "look, I never meant to upset you..". you took a deep breath while newt paused. he began speaking again, "I just, I really like you and I want you to be my girlfriend.."

your eyes went wide and lit up before you plastered kisses across his face and screamed, hugging him as tightly as you could. everyone in the glade heard you scream and raced over to you, expecting to see you being attacked by something, but when they saw you with your lips on newts and your arms around his shoulders, most of them walked away with a frown on their face. the boys still held hope that one day you just might open up to one of them and give in to their advances, but not one of them thought it would be newt. alby patted newt on the back and congratulated the two of you, and gally stood back with a smirk on his face as he chuckled. "I see the beast was finally tamed". you giggled and turned to him, rolling your eyes playfully before walking back to the garden to return to your chores.

many months and many greenies later, it was a hot day and you and newt were trying to escape the sun by laying under a tree in the forest. you had been expecting the box to come up any minute, so since you two had nothing to do, you had been tasked with waiting and watching for it. when it finally came up and the boy came to his senses a few hours later, he came up to you and asked for your name. you told him it was y/n, and thankfully, alby came up and dragged you away before he could bother you anymore.

after that, the boy would never leave you alone. even though he knew you were with newt, it didn't stop him from shouting at you as you were working. "hey, pretty thing! where's your guard dog? you get bored of him yet? ill show you a good time!" you groaned and rolled your eyes, flipping him off as you walked past him. you walk up to newt, who wasn't too far away. he was out of eyeshot but not earshot, so he had heard what the greenie said and was about to go stand up to him when you stopped him. it wasn't worth it.

however, the greenie seemed to have a different idea. "come on baby, you know newt could never make you feel as good as I could!". that was your last straw, the boy had been harassing you ever since he arrived and you thought he would stop once he met newt, but you decided you needed to take matters into your own hands. walking up to him, you cracked your knuckles and drew your fist back, before connecting it with his nose. you heard a loud crack and a few boys ran up to you to see what happened, but they understood when they saw a sick grin on your face and the knocked out greenie on the ground with a bloody, broken nose.

newt laughed and grabbed you by the waist, dragging you off to who knows where. he had never been more in love than he had just then, and even if he had, he hadn't remembered it.. so..

[petrichor-idyllic]

I'm out of ideas but I really need more of Minho. But here's another one: So female reader and Minho were running partners but also a oowerful couple that went throw a lot during the maze, the scorch and the death cure...but before they get to the Safe Haven reader sonehow gets seriously injured and ends up dying on Minho's arms and it's all angst and fluff.

Alright, damn, this is brutal.

Time to break some hearts I guess.

This is based on the Movies for simplicity's sake because I haven't read TDC in a long time and if I remember quickly, things get pretty messy at the end very fast. I'm pretty familiar with the first book because it's my favourite, but man, it's been a while with the others. I seriously need to pick them up again.

That being said, I am providing today, this is long. I mean, of course it is, I'm covering three movies here.

ALL YOU HAVE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some vague references to suggestive stuff, kinda depressing, you're dead bro, long.

You were the first thing Minho ever loved. Maybe he loved someone or something before the Maze, but he didn't care. He had you, and that was all that mattered.

From the day you showed up in the Box, shouting at anyone that would do as much as looked at you for too long, completely on edge but willing to stand your ground- Minho knew. He knew that you were going to be massive parts in one another's lives. Whether that be friends, enemies, rivals or lovers.

It didn't really matter; he just knew it would be strong. And it was. God, it was.

You meant the world to him. You were literally his everything.

So now, as the Last City burns around him, how is he meant to move forward as you bleed out in his arms?

His life before this moment- everything you've been through, flashes in front of his eyes.

He'll never forget the first time you spoke to him.

"I want to be a Runner."

It was early in the morning, far too early for the majority of the Glade to be classed as functioning people. Minho used to enjoy the mornings; it was one of the only moments where he could be in the Glade without being asked endless questions or being harassed. The downside of being popular I guess.

He didn't even hear you approach him. He was too busy focusing on the Doors, waiting for them to open as Ben stretched obnoxiously, like he was actually achieving something.

"What?" He turned around to face you, blankly blinking as his heart jumped into his throat.

You hadn't even said hello. Truth be told, you were nervous at the time. Everyone talked about Minho like he was some kind of God, but if you wanted to be out there, you had to talk to him. Alby thought you were crazy when you told him. But he couldn't blame you, it would serve as a break from the peering eyes and painful flirting.

And a much needed vice for your exceedingly growing pent-up energy.

"I said I want to be a Runner."

"You want to be a Runner?" Ben scoffed, butting in before Minho had so much as a chance to even process what was happing. "You sure you're up to it, girly? The Maze is no place for a lady."

You went to open your mouth to snap at the other boy, but Minho beat you to it.

"Slim it, Ben, do you have to be such a shuck-face all the damn time?"

You were shocked that someone actually defended you. And he defended you in a way that didn't also put you down or turn into a creepy comment.

"You want to be a Runner, eh?"

"That's what I just said, isn't it? I've already spoken to Alby about it." Minho scoffed at that. You were defensive and sharp, clearly not wanting to deal with anyone more than you had to.

"Alright, alright, what did Alby say?"

"He told me to ask you. Says you know more than he does."

Of course, that was the one time Alby let Minho actually call the shots.

"Uh," the sound of the Doors rumbling quickly reminded Minho of what he was there to do, "listen, we're full on Runners at the minute, but if anyone gets hurt or quits or some klunk, I'll come find you, okay?"

You weren't sure when you first started to crush on Minho, but you'd be lying if you weren't at least slightly excited to spend time with him. Especially after another Runner had enough and Minho kept his promise.

He was a good teacher. And a great Keeper.

You were the first person in a long time that Minho actually enjoyed teaching. You learnt quick, did as you were told and easily kept up. You had decent stamina and were curious to learn, but you occasionally cracked jokes and effortlessly kept up conversation with him.

You learnt fast that, despite it being his job, Minho did not like talking about the Maze. What he thinks it all means and where you were there and shit like that? He didn't want to hear it.

So, you spoke about other things.

You were eager to learn about him.

It always caught him off guard when you seemed genuinely interested in what his favourite colour was, or what he'd do if you were on the outside and he won the lottery, or what job he'd like to do if he weren't a Runner. It was... nice.

Minho had always been popular because of what he did, but someone being actually interested in him? That was almost unheard of.

You also cared about his life in the Glade. You were always there to lend an ear to his rants about Gally or even his frustrations about stunted progress.

And, to your surprise, he returned it.

You spent hours complaining about the other boys and how they'd hit on you, or how Alby didn't trust you to make your own choices.

Even once you'd finished your training, Minho made the executive decision to make you his running partner, and you definitely weren't complaining. It's kind of hard to spend that much time with someone and not gain some sort of connection with them.

The more time you spent together, the more you noticed Minho's irritation when someone else would hit on you, and you would spend dinner together. You could even be found hiding somewhere during Bonfire nights, chuckling amongst yourselves and having a bit too much to drink.

"Dude, are you fucking (Y/N)?" Minho nearly chocked on his food when Ben asked him that question.

"What? The shuck are you talkin' 'bout?"

You'd left to go take a shower and Ben had taken the opportunity to interrogate his friend.

"You guys are always together- I'm just picking up a vibe, bro. I can feel the tension between you shanks."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He did. Absolutely, he did. He spent so much time staring at you. You got back once on a particularly hot day, and you took your shirt off, leaving you in your sports bra. It wasn't like it was anything revealing, but that image kept Minho up for weeks.

"Hey, Newt," Ben called over the blond boy to add some more perspective, "do you think there's some sexual tension between Minho and (Y/N)?"

"Wha- Ben! Shut up, man!"

"Oh yeah," Newt snorted, "have you ever been in the same room as them? Bloody hell, you could cut the tension with a knife. You're a lucky shank, Minho- almost everyone here would love to be in your position."

Minho groaned, "You're looking too much into it- there's shuck all going on there. Slim it, both of ya."

Minho couldn't help noticing it after that. The way you'd look at him and the way you acted differently around him. Not only did he notice it, but he loved it.

The other boys were jealous of him and it was definitely a flex. But most importantly, he was seriously gaining feelings for you. Sure, he was a horny teenage boy and you thought about you in some more... intimate ways. But he also just liked being with you.

Things came ahead after you both had a brush in with a Griever. Honestly, the fact that both of you made it out alive without getting stung was a miracle.

And that was the first time you kissed him.

"Shuck me," he hissed, "that was close, too shuckin' close." Minho was doubled over, trying to catch his breath whilst you did the same.

You didn't respond to him. Your brain was moving at a million miles an hour- but all you could think about was what you'd do if you lost Minho.

"Hey? You okay?" Minho managed to ask once you'd both calmed down, in a much safer part of the Maze that was closer to the Glade. "You seem kind of-"

"Can I kiss you?" Minho froze completely- that was the last thing he was expecting. But he didn't hesitate.

"Yes." You stepped towards him, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You became nervous for a second, halting yourself as your noses bumped. He closed the space, resulting in a peck, which very quickly turned into a heated kiss.

You and Minho didn't start officially dating for about a month after that. Sure, you'd have secret make-out sessions and you spent a lot of time in his hut together. Suspiciously so.

But it wasn't until another Glader tried to make a move on you did Minho come over and kiss you in the middle of a Bonfire. It shocked everyone and whilst you never really officially asked each other out- there wasn't much of a question.

You both started to refer to the other as boy/girlfriend after that anyway.

You spent pretty much all day, every day together, but you were also both protective over each other. Minho became your personal guard dog and people tended to leave Minho be if you were with him.

You were a fairly physical couple- your first "I love you" being whispered between bated breath and heated kisses, which led to both of your first times.

That was also a night that Minho holds fondly. Not because he'd actually lived to have sex, but because he had you. He'd never felt closer to anyone, and it was the first instance of real physical intimacy, and it just showed him how much you truly did love him.

He also loved just having a "normal" life with you in the Glade. It was almost homely, and you made him work harder and more determined to figure out the Maze so you could escape and live a happy life outside of the hellscape.

He probably fantasised more about owning a house with you than he did meeting his parents again.

Then Thomas showed up.

And shit hit the fan.

Once Minho and Alby went out into the Maze that day, and Thomas played saviour, something changed in the Maze.

Minho survived purely because he couldn't die without saying goodbye to you. He wasn't going to let that happen.

And he didn't.

"Minho!" He didn't even care that he'd dumped Alby onto Thomas, or how much pain he was in when he saw you running towards him.

You almost sent him flying as you dove into his arms, tears streaming down your face. "I thought you were dead, you shank."

"Hey," he soothed you, puking your face up to meet his, "I'm okay." He kissed you.

He kissed you like he'd never kissed you before, and he'd never kiss you again.

Things moved fast after that. You and Minho showed Thomas the ropes, using a key from that dead Griever to unlock a new area.

And before you knew it, you were free. Surely there was a brutally traumatising fight with the Grievers.

And Gally lost his mind and killed Chuck. You'd lost Alby, Zart, Chuck, Jeff and Gally- who had been speared by Minho.

It was a bittersweet day. One that you wouldn't be forgetting any time soon, but Minho had you. So, he knew he could pull though.

Then you got separated. Janson pulled you and Teresa away from the boys. They took Teresa somewhere else and shoved you into a room with a group of girls you didn't know.

So, you were beyond thrilled to reunite with them during meals. It was weird being surrounded by so many new people- and so many girls. But Minho didn't care. Why would he? He had you.

You weren't exactly shocked when Thomas attacked a guard and got everyone thrown back in their rooms. What you didn't expect was when the alarms went off less than an hour later.

And you knew you had to break out.

You waited patiently, a knife stole for protection hidden up your sleeve. The door swung open, revealing an armed guard doing room checks in light of the alarms blaring. You stabbed him through the mask, square in the face, kicking him in the groin and stealing the gun he held. Along with his key card.

You had to be fast, bolting through through corridors and trying to avoid getting caught. You didn't know why you were escaping, but Thomas seemed adamant that something bad was going on.

So when you skidded down a corridor, spotting your friends, boyfriend, and Teresa on the other side of a pane of glass, cornered, you obviously had to smash it. Slamming a chair against the window, you scared the shit out of everyone there, who were too busy trying to fight guards breaking into the room.

"Hi," you grinned. Minho's lopsided smile made your heart melt.

He'd been terrified something had happened to you. With Thomas being too hell-bent on finding Teresa and the group already having split up, he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to break away and save you.

But he didn't need to. You could save yourself.

Your escape to the Scorch was traumatic and feverish, escaping to a wolf in sheep's clothing abandoned mall that ended up being full of Cranks.

Minho did everything in his power to stay by your side during your escape- and through your rough time through the Scorch.

Realising Winston had gotten infected was another hard blow. Because it meant not all of you were immune.

But you had to keep going. You and Minho spent a lot of time with your hands tangled together, sleeping curled up on the sand, using Minho's arm as a pillow.

That was until Minho got hit by lightning.

"Minho!" You screeched, scrambling to your boyfriend with the help of Thomas. He was out cold- he body warm and limp as you dragged him into a nearby shelter.

"Oh my God, Minho!" He was dropped to the floor, you quickly on your knees, shaking his body as tears started to prick your eyes. "Minho! Wake up!"

"Ugh," he groaned, rubbing his face, "what happened?"

You blinked at him, exchanging glaces with Thomas, who seemed equally dumbfounded.

"You got struck by lightning," you stated, rather blunt.

"Oh."

Honestly, Brenda scared the shit out of all of you. You all blindly followed her, with little choice to do otherwise.

Minho held you close at all times, staring down anyone that so much looked at you wrong.

Once you met Jorge and Thomas decided he had a lot to say- you ended up strung up from the ceiling.

Some circus stunts were required to escape, and the whole thing is kind of a blur. Befriending Jorge and Brenda, only to lose Brenda and Thomas and find them the next day passed out in a random building.

Though, hopes of finding the Safe Haven kept Minho going. Just a little bit further, and he could have a happy life with you.

And you joined the other groups moving to the paradise pretty easily. There was a couple of bumps along the way, but you were all sitting around talking.

You even bumped into some of the girls from another Maze that you were dorming with, choosing to spend some time with them and letting the boys have their fun.

"I shuckin' knew it," Newt scoffed, dropping his head as Minho raised his eyebrow at him, exchanging a confused look with Thomas. The four boys ended up sitting on a higher ledge, away from the crowds. They'd had a rough few days- and with Brenda being bitten, Thomas had to play savior once again.

It was a much needed break.

"Knew what?" Minho dared to inquire.

"That you'd fall for her."

Minho snorted a laugh. "Slim it, alright? I don't need to hear this klunk again."

"Yeah, Newt," Frypan chimed in, "it was obvious- you ain't smart."

"It was not."

"Yes, it was."

"How obvious was it?" Thomas couldn't help but smirk, watching the normally confident boy grow red. "I wasn't there to see most of it."

"Well-"

"Enough!" Minho immediately silenced them, earning a round of chuckles.

"Gotta say, man," Frypan let out a satisfied sigh, his eyes landing on you as you spoke to Harriet, Sonya, and Aris. "You are one lucky shank. You managed to pull a girl like that? I don't know how you control yourself."

"Watch it," Minho warned him, and Fry feigned innocence, holding his hands up, but the smirk never left his lips.

"He's got a point," Minho punched Thomas in the arm, earning a stiffled laugh from Newt.

"Shut up, slinthead, you've got two girls all over you."

"I don't think that's- whatever. It's not the same. I don't have what you two have."

Minho fell into silence, making all the other boys look at each other, confusion clear on their faces.

"Yeah, well," Minho shrugged, "you're not gonna, are ya?"

"What do you mean?"

Minho took a second to compose himself, rubbing his face in his hands because he knew he'd be bullied for what he was going to say.

"Because I love her, dude," he awkwardly fiddled with his fingers, "I'm in love with her. She means the shuckin' world to me- and I know I sound like a damn sissy but you better not say klunk because it's the truth. I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with that girl- I just know I am." He paused, taking in his friends' expressions, which were a mix of pride and cringing.

"And I wouldn't want it any other way."

Then Teresa betrayed you all. Chaos destroyed the camp, lining you all up in preparation to force you onto the Berg. Thomas appeared, holding a bomb he'd stolen from Jorge, and was more than prepared to take this whole thing to the ground.

Minho looked at you, and watched in disbelief as you joined the boy. So, of course, Minho didn't hesitate to mimick your bravery.

He'd decided that if you couldn't live together, then at least you wouldn't get taken by WCKD. He wouldn't let it, and he would be with you I'm a sense.

Luckily, Brenda and Jorge came in clutch, giving you all an opportunity to escape.

Minho grabbed a gun, protecting everyone from the WCKD guards.

"Minho! Come on!" You shouted at your boyfriend, all of you shuffling behind him as you gained the upper hand.

Minho was always reckless when it came to protecting you, and this was no different.

"Get back! Go!" He shouted, but the victory was short-lived as he was hit with a Launcher. Seizing, his body fell to the floor.

"Minho!" You screeched, bolting forward, only to be stopped my Frypan as the guards picked up his unconscious form. "Minho!"

Your knees hit the floor as you watched them drag your soul mate away.

Minho doesn't like remembering the next part of his life. The torture. The pain. The experiments. He doubts he'll ever get over it.

But his thoughts of you pulled him through. He had to get back to you- he had to know you were okay.

It's all a complete blur of constant fear and pain now.

Minho knew he had to escape. One way or another, but that was hard when he was constantly in and out of consciousness. He did everything he could to escape, including attacking Teresa.

When the building went on lockdown and Minho wasn't fully sedated, he took the opportunity to escape.

You, on the other hand, had an interesting six months.

You'd completely changed in that time. You'd taken a Leader role along with Thomas and Vince. You and Thomas formed a plan to go save Minho, and Newt and Frypan ended up tagging along.

Finding out Gally was alive was a hell of a shock- but he proved himself useful and a plan was quickly set in motion.

Added problems of Newt being infected and having to remove chips from your necks made things harder. But if you could save Minho, get Newt a Flare buffer like you'd done for Brenda and could get to the Safe Haven- you might have been able to actually pull it off.

But, for a second, it didn't matter when you rounded that corner in WCKD's building and watched your boyfriend throw a guard through a window.

He stared at you, blinking for a second before you ran forward, throwing your arms around him as Minho grunted.

It only took Newt and Thomas a second to crash into the both of you, engulfing you into a group hug.

"Is this real?" Minho looked between you and your friends, and something about the question broke your heart.

You had to move pretty quickly after that, having no time for a proper reunion. You managed to escape after a daring stunt jumping through a window and Gally helped you escape again.

Much to Minho's complete confusion.

With the city falling around you all and Newt's growing infection rate, you really had no choice to run.

You, Minho and Gally ran to Brenda, retrieving the buffer to give to Newt. But it was too late.

Minho's knees hit the floor as Thomas disappeared into the flames. Newt's lifeless body was lay on the concrete, bulbous purple veins covering him, his eyes black and a knife sticking out of his chest.

Your hands came to Minho's shoulders, crouching behind him and wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to offer some sort of comfort.

"I'm sorry, Minho," you sighed, trying not to cry yourself, "but we need to leave- we can't stay here."

He looked at you, tears pooling in his eyes, he nodded.

You, Minho, Brenda, Frypan and Gally all started to make your way back to the Berg, desperately trying to get through the endless round of gunshots and brutality.

If Minho would have know that these would be his last moments with you, he probably wouldn't have taken the lead.

"Minho," you hiss, a sharp pain shotting through the front of your chest. You don't know where it came from and you're mere metres away from the Berg. But as you look down, blood pouring out of your chest and soaking your shirt, your body suddenly feels very weak.

Your boyfriend turns to face you, his face turn pale as he watches you stumble backwards. "No, no, no!" He rushes forward, managing time catch you before you hit the floor. "No, (Y/N) come one, stay with me."

"Minho," a coppery taste fills your mouth, coughing slightly as you reach up to touch his face. "I love you."

"No," he can't do this again. He can't lose you and Newt. He struggles, picking you up and hooking his arms under yours. "Frypan! Help me!"

The boy struggles to get to you, shielding himself as he grabs your legs. People scramble around you, pulling you onto the Berg and trying to avoid further injury, but it's no use.

"Someone, please do something!" Tears stream down his face. He's only just got you back- he can't lose you again.

You lightly touch his hand as Jorge and Vince shout something about having to find Thomas due to the revelation he's vanished.

But Minho doesn't care. How could he? The love of his life, the girl he spent all his time dreaming about marrying and having a life with, is dying in his arms.

"Please," he begs, "please don't leave me, (Y/N)," it's a hard scene to watch. Brenda and Frypan stand nearby, Brenda's hand covers her mouth, trying not to cry and Fry stoically watches on.

"I love you," he collapses on your chest, sobs shaking his entire body. He doesn't have the energy to even try to pretend to be tough anymore. He's been tortured for months and has lost his best friend and now is watching his girlfriend die in front of him.

"I love you.. too," your hand comes to his face once again, making him pull away and look at you. He presses his forehead to yours, tears hitting your now colourless face as the blood drains from your features.

As much as it hurts, you lean further up, taking all of your strength to brush your nose against his. He takes the hint and kisses you.

Your lips connect for one last time.

He pulls away, looking at you and you offer him a very weak smile. "You're gonna be okay, Minho. I know it. I love you."

"I love you, too," his voice breaks, staring at you as the life finally fades from your eyes, your breathing stills and your body falls limp.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)!" He shakes your corpse, his world crumbling around him as Frypan puts his hand on his shoulder, crouching down next to him.

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Minho." He brings his arms around the deverstated boy and Minho embraces him as Brenda joins them both.

The three mourn together.

"We have to save Thomas before we move to the Safe Haven!" Vince shouts from the cockpit. "I'm sorry, but we need to."

It's all a blur to Minho- static in his head as he clings to the only friends he has present, hysterics completely taking over him.

You're gone. The first thing he ever loved- gone.

He knows he has to keep going, because that's what you would want him to do.

But right now, he lets himself break. You were all he had.

This was absolutely brutal to write and I made myself sad lmao, but it was interesting to write something other than spice. Anyway, sorry if I made anyone upset but this is what you get when you ask for for angst.

And you're gone.

I'm sorry.

Hope you enjoyed :)

[dreaminginpastels]

Ok so I was looking for one line prompts for a possible Newt (maze runner) x reader and found this one: “you make my life so bright, you know? I always look forward to seeing you and I don't really know what to do when you’re not here.” and then thought maybe mutual pining where a misunderstanding (reader walks into the maze to pick up something Minho dropped but all newt saw was them walking in) leads to maybe confessing? Idk sorry if it's too specific but if any of this works as a prompt then I'll be happy lol

a light in the dark

pairing: newt (maze runner) x gn!reader

summary: when newt sees you enter the maze, it gives him the courage he needs to finally tell you how he feels

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, the briefest hint of panic and distress from our darling boy

reader pronouns: they/them

word count: 1.6k

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It was another day in the Maze. While you were thankful for the community that you had so seamlessly become a part of, it was also another day of trying desperately to decode Newt’s feelings towards you. You were the closest of friends, he constantly looked out for you and was there in an instant if something was even vaguely wrong. In fact, you were convinced he had some kind of overly-developed danger radar, but it only worked when it came to you. Still, that wasn’t enough to determine whether he was in love with you the way that you were with him.

Ever dutiful, he tried to keep personal things aside, making sure that his responsibilities as Second-In-Command always came first, which meant that any time he had even the tiniest opportunity to show you whether he felt the same, he quickly moved off to complete another job. It was one of the most endearingly frustrating things about him.  

You’d had a breakthrough last week, sitting by the bonfire the night the newest Greenie had come up in the box. Sitting against a log, he’d come over and sat next to you, brown eyes twinkling with intoxication and mischief.

“So,” he’d begun, leaning close enough to you that you felt his warm breath on your cheek, “You happen to be my favourite Glader.”

You’d laughed, shocked at his forwardness, “Is that so?”

He’d nodded enthusiastically, eliciting fond chuckles from you. “Absolutely. You’re so smart, and you have such a big heart - you’re always going out of your way to help everyone, and you’re so nice! When I’m having bad days, you come over and smile and then I feel better and wow you’re just-”

You were leaning forward, holding onto every word, so desperately excited that he was finally opening up. Well, until Minho came over and ruined absolutely everything.

Leaning over the log the two of you were laying against, he chuckled amusedly. “Aww, is Newtie finally telling y/n how he feels?”

At this, Newt shot upright, eyes widening as he sobered up instantly. He regarded you, mortification etched across his face. “Uhh…y/n, I- I have to go.”

You smiled to yourself sadly, wishing that looks could kill as you remembered the death glare that you’d given Minho after Newt sped off.

Still now, you weren’t over it. Newt had spent approximately 2 minutes talking to you per day in the week that had passed since that night. It was like every time he looked at you, he remembered that feeling of mortification and couldn’t bring himself to even ask how you were. He gave short responses to your questions, and seemed to always have a new job to do, or a new task from Alby to follow up.

You had hated every second of this week, and woke up determined to fix things, only to be rejected by Newt once again.

“Newt, we need to talk.”

He’d turned to you then, sighing. “y/n, we have an important gathering tonight and I really need to focus.”

“Right, of course,” You’d begun, scorn lacing your usually gentle voice. “I forgot you don’t have any time for me anymore. Guess I’ll see you when I see you, shank.”

“y/n-” He’d taken a deep breath, indecision evident in his expression before he looked up at you, resigned. “-Good that.”

You’d scoffed and marched out of the Homestead. Keeping your furious pace until you found a log near the Map Room, letting soft, frustrated tears fall.

“Hey, hey, y/n, what’s wrong?”

You looked up, a dry laugh escaping your lips as the very person you wanted to avoid looking down at you. Minho’s face was laced with genuine concern, all teasing aside as he worried about his friend. “Of course it’s you. Look, would you just leave me alone? You’ve done enough damage.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Sorry, what damage?”

You rolled your eyes. “Last week? At the bonfire? You made fun of Newt and he’s been ignoring me ever since. Real nice work on that one by the way. Maybe they should create a new job, hmm? Breakers - it’s probably real important to ruin friendships, not like we desperately need some joy in this shucking place.”

He groaned in realisation and crouched next to you, hand resting on your hunched-over shoulder as he watched you wipe fresh, frustrated tears from your eyes. “y/n, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I’ve been trying to get that slinthead to talk to you about, uh, stuff, for ages, and I really did just think he’d finally worked up the courage to do it. I genuinely wasn’t making fun of him, I was proud of him.”

As you opened your mouth to respond, you heard the other Runners calling out to Minho. “Well, whatever your intentions were, he’s ignoring me, and at this rate, I’m pretty sure it’s going to just keep on happening. So it is what it is, I guess. Happy running.”

His hand still on your shoulder, he pulled you into a side hug, before whispering, “He won’t let it go on forever, I promise. I know him well enough to know that he can’t live without you. He’ll come around, and I bet it’ll be sooner than you think.”

You sighed, looking up at him as he pulled away and moved to join the other Runners. “Thanks, Min.”

He smiled and saluted you before running off. However, just as he entered the Maze, you noticed a piece of paper fall out of his pocket.

You jogged over as the last of the Runners disappeared into the Maze, looking in cautiously before deciding that, logically, if they’d just run out of the Map Room, whatever had fallen was probably critically important to you all finally getting out of the shucking Maze once and for all.

You took a deep inhale before stepping in, and moving towards the discarded paper. Just as you leaned back up, paper secured in your hands, you felt a warm hand on your arm yanking you firmly back into the Glade.

Within a second, Newt’s face, which you had missed so desperately, was glaring at you: fury in his eyes, jaw tightened in concern. “What in the bloody hell did you think you were doing, y/n? What the shuck were you thinking? You could’ve been hurt!”

“Woah, slim it, Newt-” You started, as he started pulling you back towards the Homestead. “How did you even get here this quick?”

“I can’t believe that you would do something so shucking stupid! You! Of all shanks!”

“Well if you would let me explain-”

He stopped in his tracks, and turned to you. “What possible explanation could you have other than wanting to get yourself killed? I would shucking know all about that, y/n, but you could’ve talked to me about it-”

“Maybe I would have if you’d given me more than 5 seconds of your time!”

He softened at that, but not fully. “Look, y/n, if this is about this morning-”

You were about to unleash another retort before Alby interrupted the two of you. “Gathering. Now.”

…

And that was how you’d ended up in the Slammer. For three nights. For breaking “the first and most important of our Glade rules”. Or at least that was how Gally had described it.

You sat, mumbling to yourself in a frustrated huff until you heard a soft, familiar voice above you.

“If it helps, I voted against you being locked up in here.”

You sighed, but smiled up at Newt. “It doesn’t, but I appreciate it.”

Silence, not uncomfortable, filled the space between you until it felt almost deafening. You were about to break it for your own peace of mind before you heard Newt’s mellifluous British tones reach down towards you, as tender as if he were wrapping you in a hug. Oh how you missed those warm arms.

“Look, y/n, I’m sorry about earlier today, I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. Not at you. Not ever.”

You sighed, again. Heavy with unspoken words. “It’s not just today, though. You’ve been so distant this last week, and I-I’ve just been wracking my brain trying to work out if I did something, or if maybe I misjudged our friendship.”

At your words, Newt’s face softened into a heartbreaking expression of pain. “Oh, love, I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. I can assure you it’s the complete opposite, just you being your wonderful self made it hard for me to be around you without-”

You raised an eyebrow when he didn’t continue. “Without-?”

He sighed, turning so he could look directly into your eyes, pupils dilating in the low light of the night. “It’s just- you make my life so bright, you know? I always look forward to seeing you and I don’t really know what to do when you’re not here. I guess I just…I just figured maybe if I wasn’t around you as much I wouldn’t spend so much time breaking my own heart thinking you didn’t feel the same.”

You looked up at him, doe eyes meeting his timid irises, “A-and how do feel, e-exactly?”

He smirked gently down at you, taking in the sight of you looking up at him so tenderly through the barred roof of the Slammer. “I love you, shank. Now are you going to tell me you feel the same or am I going to go run into the maze as a sign of solidarity and embarrassment?”

You chuckled, “Of course I love you. I’ve loved you ever since you first pulled rank to give me the tour instead of Minho.”

He smirked, but raised a nervous hand to rub the back of his neck. If it was lighter, you’d swear he reddened at your words. “How about, uh, when you get out of this shucking place, we chat to Frypan about having a special dinner in the treehouse, just us?”

You smiled, reaching up to hold his hand through the barrs above you, melting at the way he tenderly caressed the back of your hand while staring deep into your eyes.

“Good that.”

a/n: ✨SURPRISE BIRTHDAY FIC HAS ARRIVED✨

hello lovely, and happy birthday!!! 💚

I hope that this surprise birthday fic is everything that you wanted to be, and I hope that it makes your birthday that much brighter ☺️

I absolutely LOVED writing this request for you, and I love that your request is my first newt story on here (fitting as he is the fictional sweetheart that brought us together) 🍃

also apologies for my very rusty glader slang and for no thomas (in my head this is set before he gets to the glade)

I hope that you have a beautiful day!

[hdsc-ace]

Ivy Walls || Newt - Maze Runner

Rest of my work.

Warnings: none.

A female greenie arrives and Newt is tasked on looking after her. That's until she remembered her name.

She remembered nothing. Nothing of how she got there or even why. All she knows is that she's in a metal cage-like box that's heading upwards quite quickly.

The girl was stuck to the floor, the pressure from the box going up was too much for her body to comprehend. Her hands were tightly wrapped around the bottom of the box in fear. It didn't help that it was nearing the top of what seemed like a never ending ride.

The sudden stop made the girl groan in pain as her body jumped, her head slamming against the thin bars.

A blinding light filled the box as the lids were flipped open. 15 or so boys gathered around to see the new arrival.

In fear, The girl scrambled into a corner as a young blonde haired boy dropped down into the box. "It's a girl." He announced as he drew closer to the girl. She still tried to crawl further  into the corner, more than she's able to.

Muttering from the group above didn't calm the girl in any way, they were all shocked from a girl finally being allowed into their maze.

"You're okay." The boy reassured, stepping closer to the girl he reached out a hand for her to take. Once the girl did she was pulled to her feet and taken out of the box onto an area that made it look like they were caged.

The boys that were scattered around were whispering to one another still but quickly stopped as their leader began to walk up to the two. "Welcome to the Glade, Greenie.''He welcomed with an accent very different to the one the boy that pulled her out.

This only created more questions for the girl. What's the glade? What the hell is a greenie? But without another thought she took off, running down the grassy plain. Her legs could go on for hours except she couldn't. The girl stopped as two boys ran in front of her. Turning to run again two appeared in front of her again. The two boys from earlier pushed past the boys to the girl. "Running is not the best answer here, greenie." The boy with the odd accent tells her. "Well unless you're chosen as a runner." He jokes

"Do you remember anything? Like a name?" The leader asked as the girl calmed down.

"No." The girl said in an accent similar to the boy she met first.

"It'll come to you eventually, if not we'll let you pick one." The girl nodded again as some boys brushed pass the girl to gather stuff out of the crates in the boxes.

"Im Alby." The leader says, making the girl turn her attention back to him. "This is Newt." Alby then points to the boy who pulled her out of the box. "He'll show you around, find you somewhere to sleep and explain what we know about this." Alby tells the girl, which seemed more like he was ordering newt, before walking off. Everyone slowly departed back to their jobs soon after, leaving Newt and the girl alone.

"You're not out of place anymore, Newt." A boy joked to Newt as he walked past but Newt didn't even react.

"Shall we get started then?" Newt asked while gesturing for the girl to walk next to him. Before following, the girl spots Newt's small limp but doesn't think too much about it. "The glade is what we call this place." Newt says like he read the girl's mind. "Outside the walls are the maze, only the runners are allowed there." As soon as Newt mentions the runners two of them exit the maze. They both waved to the girl as they passed. "You're going to be the talk of the town." Newt joked as he watched the two runners pass.

The two began walking. "Everyone here gets an assigned job. We've job Runners, which I explained. Cooks, pretty self explanatory. Slicers take care of livestock. Track-hoes do the hard work around the plants, like trenching. Gardeners take care of said plants. Med-jacks are our healers. Brick-nicks and Bloodhousers are basically builders but build different things. Baggers take care of our sadly passed friends and Sloppers take care of the work no one else does, usually because they're not good at something." Newt rambles on. "Tomorrow we'll start letting you have a go at some of these roles to see what you'll do. From what I saw earlier, being a runner isn't the worst idea."

"What do you do?" The girl asks quietly with her arms wrapped around her small torso.

"I do bits and pieces of everything." Newt replied, finally stopping to take an actual look at the girl. Her red hair was meaty tied back into a braid running all the way down her back. Her green eyes sparkling as the sun caught them slightly. "I was a runner." He mumbles slightly.

"And now?"

"Second In command." He almost instantly answered. "Alby's second in command." Newt corrects himself. The two just stood in silence. The girl is silent as she tries to self answer her questions and Newt just stands there examining her, trying to guess what she's thinking. "I suppose you've got questions?" He asks to only receive a nod. "Ask them over lunch."

The two made their way to the lunch area. They got their food and sat down away from everyone else. "What's a greenie?" The girl asked while picking at her food.

"Something we call new people until they remember their name." Newt responds quite calmly as he watches the boys at the other tables.

"What if they don't want to remember it?" She asked again, her eyes locked on the table. This made Newt stop and stare at the girl.

"You remember it?" He asked as calmly as he possibly could to only receive a nod from the girl. "We've never had that problem before." Newt responded, turning the conversation back onto why the girl didn't want to use it. "I mean if you say it's something else no one will know."

"You'll know."

"No one else will." Newt told the girl, sending a small reassuring smile towards her. "So greenie, what will it be?"

"You can choose." Newt once again was taken back from the girl's words. He didn't expect her to allow him to choose what she'll be called for the rest of her time in the Maze.

"You sure?" He asked, receiving a nod in return. She was certain. Newt's eyes scanned around the area as he thought. Something that'll suit her. As he scanned his eyes fell on the vines that exited the maze, Ivy vines. "Ivy." Newt responded with a smile which sent a smile to the girl's face. "Like the maze ivy vines."

"Ivy it is then."

With that Newt stood up and climbed onto his seat "Hey!" He yelled, gaining the attention of the surrounding boy. "Meet Ivy! Our latest Glader." Newt smiled down at the girl as everyone started to clap and chant her name. As Newt sat back down, everyone began to settle down.

"Thanks." Ivy thanks the boy as they finish eating.

Once the two finished they started walking again, this time towards the maze doors. "Why did you stop being a runner?" Ivy asks but as soon as she does Newt stays quiet. "I'm sorry if I brought up a bad memory or something."

"No, No. It's fine." Newt quickly says, attempting not to allow the girl to go into a bad mood. "I got into a bad accident with someone who got stung in the maze. Alby thought it'll be better if I stay in the Glade more. I'm glad the Grievers got him instead of me."

"Griever?" Ivy asked.

"Some monster in the maze that kills people left in the maze at night." Newt explained as he directed Ivy towards the maze doors. He walked to the side of it which had names carved into it. "Names of everyone here. Dead and Alive." Newt said as he admired the wall. Ivy's hand ran across the name cravings but stopped when it ran over Newt's. "Alby was the first." He said as he passed Ivy a knife. "And you're the latest." He smiled as Ivy scraped the knife against the wall, barely making a dent. Newt picked up a rock and placed his hand over the girl's. He directed her hand as he hid the end of the knife with the rock, making the craving.

"So he's got his second running around with the greenie?" A voice says from behind the two. Ivy turned around to see a guy with a rounded face standing behind them with his arms crossed. "Woo, look at Newt making a move on the new girl." He says as he spots Newt's hand on top of Ivy's. As soon as the boy mentions it Newt quickly moves his hands anyway from the knife.

"Gally you have a job to do." Newt practically orders Gally to go away without using them exact words.

"Just wanna meet the greenie, relax." Gally says while walking up to Ivy. "Gally, keeper of the builders." He greets.

"Ivy." She responds timidly. Her eyes darted to Newt for reassurance.

"Time to go." Newt told them while patting Ivy's shoulder. She shot Gally a small smile before following Newt.

[redskull199987]

Remember

Newt x female!reader

Word count:1.7k

Warnings: death, injury

Summary: After your final fight, you take some time to remember your lost ones...

Masterlist

My fingers wrapped tightly around the little capsule in my hand. The long ribbon that was attached to it, almost dangled to the floor.

My steps felt heavy, as I took one after the other, trying to find a quiet spot for myself.

After everything, that had happened, there was no time. No time to grieve. No time to cry. No time to remember...

I sat down at the shore. I looked around but saw no one. Most of the people were at the camp, enjoying their freedom. I could spot some of the gladers. They were laughing and talking, enjoying their time too.

I looked back down and felt a tear slip down my cheek.

I wanted to be with them. I wanted to be happy, to laugh, to enjoy our freedom.

But I couldn't...

I couldn't, because he wasn't here. Because Newt wasn't here with me to enjoy it.

I looked at the capsule and mindlessly twisted it around in my hands, while eyeing the sea.

Suddenly, I heard a plop and the capsule opened, revealing a rolled up letter.

My eyebrows furrowed, while I pulled the sheets of paper out and slowly unrolled them.

"No way..", I mumbled and carefully stroke the Letters of my name on the paper.

Eagerly, I started reading.

Dear Y/N,

This is the first letter I can remember writing. Obviously, I don't know if I wrote any before the Maze. But even if it's not my first, it's likely to be my last.

I put a hand over my mouth, trying to process, that these words were actually written by Newt, knowing that he was about to die.

I want you to know that I'm not scared. Well, not of dying, anyway. It's more forgetting. It's losing myself to the virus,thats what scares me.

I clutched the letter tighter, as I rememberd Newt's last moments before his death. His dark eyes not showing any sign of the sweet British boy, I fell in love with.

So, every night I've been saying their names out loud.

Alby, Winston, Chuck.

And I repeat them over and over like a prayer and it all comes flooding back.

Just the little things like when the sun used to hit the glade at that perfect moment right before it slipped beneath the walls.

And I remember the taste of Frypan's stew. I never thought, I'd miss that stuff so much.

And I remember you..

"Oh God, Newt", I mumbled and looked up for a minute, trying to contain my tears. Of course, he had to write something cheesy. He's always been cheesy.

A chuckle left my lips, as I remembered how often he used to tease me back at the Glade.

I remember the first time you came up in the box. Just a scared little greenie who couldn't even remember her own name. And the first girl we ever saw at the glade.

I remember looking at you for the first time. You looked so peaceful, laying there inside of the cage, but the you woke up and I remember, that you slapped me in the face and slipped past the boys, immediately heading for the Maze entry.

I believe, we've never had another greenie, as crazy as you were.

A smile was plastered over my face, as I remembered the day we met. It seemed so long ago, now that we were here.

"It's a girl"

I heard various whispers and murmurs of people who presumably seemed very interested about my arrival. I had no idea, where I was nor who I even was. I didn't even know my name.

I didn't know these people, so my first instinct was to run.

So, I ran. I got up as fast as possible. I pushed away the boy, that was standing next to me.

"Woah!!" he yelled, but I was already out. I pushed past all the boys and immediately started running. I looked around and noticed the huge door, which also seemed to be the only one around this... I don't know, Glade?

So, I headed for it. I ran faster, as I heard the boys chasing me,yelling for me to stop.

"Stop!!! GREENIE, STOP!!"

I wanted to. My legs screamed for me to stop, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

I should be careful with my wishes, because the next thing I knew, that a pair of feet collided with my rips and I toppled over hitting my head on the ground.

I groaned, trying to make the world stop spinning. I looked up and saw a boy with a buzz cut and tank top looking at me. He had stopped me a few meters in front of the entrance.

"What the hell-", I murmured, as I touched my head. I felt a warm liquid running down my temple.

"Rules, Greenie. Never leave the Glade", the boy in front of me said. He had a smug grin on his face, as the other boys finally arrived.

"Bloody hell, Gally! What did you do to her!?", the boy, I pushed away in the box came running towards me. He leaned down and held out his hand for me:"Are you alright, love?"

I nodded and grabbed his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

I stumbled a little bit, until my eyes finally focused again and I could stand by myself.

"What an entrance", Another boy smiled. He walked over to me and also held out his hand for me, "I'm Alby. Welcome to the Glade"

I shook his hand while furrowing my brows:"The Glade?"

"You'll learn about this later. For now, Newt here," He pointed at the other boy, "Will bring you to the medjacks to take care of your laceration"

I only nodded, not questioning any further. My head was pounding like hell and all I wanted now, was to rest.

"To be honest", Newt mumbled and grabbed my hand pulling me away from the crowd, "When I saw you running away like that, I thought you'd have the spirit to be a runner"

I smiled at him, not exactly knowing what he was talking about.

"And then Gally kicked you away", he chuckled.

"Oh yeah, he's a great guy", I mumbled.

I felt Newt nudge my shoulder:"He probably saved your life"

"Why, what is out there?", I asked.

Newt hesitated:"We call it the Maze"

Remembering the days at the Glade, was like reading a book. Like, I was just an observer. It seemed so long ago.

But Y/N, from the moment I saw you running, I knew I'd follow you. The braveness you had, running into the Maze without even knowing what it was, it inspired me. It inspired all of us.

It is, what made me fall in love with you. But not only your braveness. It was your loyalty, your beauty, your pure heart and the love you had not only for me, but for all of us.

Before you came, life at the Glade seemed miserable, the same and the same and the same routine over and over again every day.

But when you came, everything changed.

I felt fresh tears running down my cheeks. I rememberd everything. Everything we've been trough together, since that day we met, so long ago. Every little moment, every little tease, every joke, every kiss...

Suddenly, It was all in my head again. All the times I spend with Newt, I just felt...

Loved.

If I could do it all over again, I would. And I wouldn't change a thing.

My hope is for you when you're looking back, years from now, you'll be able to say the same.

The future is in you're hands now, Y/N. And I know that You, Tommy, Minho and Frypan will find a way to do what's right. You always have.

Take care of everyone for me. What am I saying, you have always taken care of us boys. But also take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy.

Thank you, for always loving me

Goodbye, Y/N

Newt.

I closed my eyes, processing everything that I just read. My ears rang and I felt like Gally had kicked me to the ground again.

Finally, I opened my eyes and looked at the waves crashing against the shore.

"I will find a way, Newt", I mumbled to myself.

"And I will always take care of the boys", I added while shoving the letter back into the capsule. I eyed it for a second, before grabbing the ribbon and putting it around my neck. That way, I would always have Newt with me, no matter what.

"Hey, Y/N. Are you coming?" I heard the voice of Thomas, who jogged over to me.

He stopped in front of me, but when his eyes met mine, his face sunk immediately.

"Are you alright?", he asked and put a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded:"Yeah, I'm alright"

I looked over at the shore, trying to avoid his gaze. Thomas slowly nodded before he pulled me into a much needed embrace.

"Come on", he finally said and grabbed my hand, "It's time"

He lead me back to the others. I quickly gretted Minho and Frypan, before we all made our way over to the huge Rock, where all the names of the Fallen were going to be engraved.

I looked it up and down, reading all the names.

"Here", Thomas smiled and handed me a knife.

I took it and turned around. I carefully started to carve out his name, letter by letter.

A few minutes later, Newts name was to be seen big and vibrant in the middle of the Rock.

A smile crept onto my face.

"We made it", I mumbled.

I felt Thomas nudge my shoulder:"We did"

"And we did pretty good", Minho added and patted my shoulder.

"Hey guys, who wants some stew!?", Frypan yelled.

I smiled to myself, before looking at Thomas and Minho. All three of us were Runners back at the Glade.

"Three..",I mumbled.

"Two..",Minho said.

"One!!", Thomas yelled and we started sprinting like a Grievar was chasing us. And I finally allowed myself to laugh, to have fun, to enjoy the freedom.

And all wouldn't have been possible, without one person.

Newt, I'll never forget you.

[pomegrantemoths88]

Till We're Safe (AU The Maze Runner) (Gally X Reader)

Chapter 1: Entering The Glade

I woke up in a cold sweat, I didn't know where I was. It was a creaky rusty elevator moving very fast, I didn't know how I got there or even the events leading up to this, I remember boxes and crates of things around me. I barely had time to think before the elevator abruptly stopped, and 2 doors opened up. I remember the light blinding me at first, but my eyes adjusted to see figures all around me. I looked around in a panic to see dozens of boys staring at me, all whispering and saying, "It's a girl. Why did they send her up?" "What's going on?"

I looked around more, and it was true, I was the only girl. Suddenly a wave of terror and panic set in, I could barely breathe, and everyone was talking or yelling, I stumbled back into a corner and just then a tall burly blonde boy jumped down the elevator, offering his hand to help me up. And in a reassuring voice he said,

"Welcome to the Glade greenie."

He offered to pull me up which took a second for me to take but then I climbed out to a sea of boys surrounding me, the same boy who helped me started yelling at the rest.

"Back the hell up, you’re scaring her you dumbass shanks!"

3 other boys did the same to the others, all the less I was still panicking, I was backing up and trying to avoid all of them, a certain animalistic fear was taking over and I started to hyperventilate, I stood still for a moment when one of the darker skinned boys tried approaching me slowly,

"Hey, it's okay, we won't hurt you, just stay calm."

One boy from the crowd however decided to cut out all pleasantries and yank my arm towards them. Immediately with no thought, I sprinted and pushed through the crowd to run away, I didn't know where to go until straight ahead, a large dark opening. I felt as if I was running for my life until a group of 3 boys emerged from the imposing doorway. They quickly realized what I was doing, and I made a hard right turn. On my new route I saw a forest and figured I could lose the small crowd chasing me there, somewhere to hide for now.

As I ran towards the trees, I noticed one of the boys from the doorway very quickly gaining on me and as I got past the tree line when I was abruptly stopped in my tracks by the same boy who pulled me up, he backed me up into a tree, and with large, calloused hands he held still my wrists and shoulders. I started to try and fight but he spoke again, this time much more assertively,

"HEY calm down, no ones going to hurt you!"

As he spoke, I looked him in the eye this time, I didn't know how else to describe it but his eyes were a familiar shade of blue, they were beautiful stoic eyes. As I focused more on his face, he started to take deep breaths, encouraging me to do the same, I started to calm down and my wave of panic faded, replaced with a sense of familiarity and safety, I felt like I could trust him,

"I'm going to let you go, I promise no one here will hurt you."

I nodded and he slowly let me go and backed away with arms up, the other boy from the doorway who originally kept his distance, started to speak to the taller boy,

"Why the shuck did they send a girl up here?"

As he asked the question, the smaller crowd finally caught up.

"Shucking hell greenie, that was some run" said a blonde skinnier boy, and then one of the darker skinned boys spoke up still trying to catch his breath

"Alright greenie, now that we got that out of the way, let's give you the introduction,everybody get back to work.” To which the guys responded with groans and small complaints, all except the tall blonde boy who caught me. As he walked away he looked back a few times, I wouldn’t be able to tell if anyone else also stared back, I wasn’t paying attention to them.

“My name is Alby, now can you tell me anything about yourself? Any memory before the Box?”

As I stood still and thought it through, I realized I couldn’t remember anything. Earlier I had been so focused on getting away I didn’t think about how I got here. 

I couldn’t remember anything, nothing, as if nothing else was there, sure I remembered concepts and things, like surely I had parents and a life before this, but why couldn’t I make out a face? The only thing I could remember was waking up in a sweat in a dark creaky elevator. And then my name, when someone gives you their name, you respond with your own, why couldn’t I remember mine?  I was starting to panic again when Alby said

“Hey it's okay, your name will come in a day or two, it’s the one thing they let us keep. Now come on, you aren’t gonna run again right?”

~

Shortly after Albys introduction thats when I really took it all in, and when I realized where we were, we were surrounded by huge concrete walls that I could barely see in one go, green vines crawling all around it, with the area I was in a huge patch of grassland, forest and wooden structures, everything so imposing to me. I looked around once again to see a group of boys staring and murmuring amongst themselves, whatever just happened with me was definitely an anomaly. 

Alby let me know of the rules as we walked around, till we reached the watchtower. As we reached the top and looked around the entire Glade he spoke,

“I hope you're not afraid of heights, I’ll have you stay up here in the meanwhile, I gotta talk to some of our Keepers about the situation…”

“Is it really that weird that I’m here?”

“Yes and no, I just want to make sure you and the rest of the group are comfortable. If everyone respects the rules and does their share, then we’ll all get along just fine.”

“Well, I think me running earlier is about all the trouble and attention I wanna bring.”

“Ha, well you're already good in my book then greenie. Now just stay up here while I come back.”

As he went towards the homestead, and a couple others I noticed one of them was the taller boy. I wished I would’ve caught his name earlier but I thought back to when Alby asked if there was anything I remembered from before the Box. There wasn’t but when I got caught, and I was held by him, something seemed familiar. And I wondered if familiarity isn’t a memory itself.

~

Alby came back after what seemed like an hour, only he came back around with the skinner blonde boy.

“Greenie, this is my second Newt. He’s in charge when I’m not around.”

“And i’m glad he’s always around, that was some running you did earlier girl, you could really have the chops to be a runner.”

“Runner?”

“Trust me, you don’t wanna do it.”

“Newt, do me a favor and accompany her to dinner please, I have some things I gotta do.”

As I went for dinner I met Frypan. He was very sweet and one of the first to make me laugh since I got here. I talked to Newt and met some of the Gladers. A bell rang and Newt said that the workday was done. 

Chapter 2: Brawls and Bonfires

The rest of the short afternoon was full of introductions and walking around and I noticed the sun going down. While new Gladers were sent in and given a place to sleep in the regular huts, the Keepers and Alby decided I'd sleep in the Homestead for now, everything else seemed the same, that is until the Greenie from a month ago decided to follow me around.

"Hey I'm Joffrey, I got here a month ago, now I understand how scary all of this might seem but don't worry I can keep you safe around these animals."

With the several boys I'd already interacted with, he was by far the most annoying one yet. I didn’t care for his annoying tone of voice he spoke with, I knew that I was a unique addition to the Glade but I didn't want them to think I was any less capable. For some reason, I wanted to prove myself to them, I'm not sure how but I'd need to find a way.

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Night fell and a bonfire was lit, Newt approached me and gave me a bit more information about this place, as he was talking the weird gateway in the walls slowly closed up and was followed with a horrible blood-curdling screech that came over the walls, everyone stopped for a second and went back to the festivities. 

“What the hell was that?!”

"That's a Griever. That's what makes the Maze dangerous, no ones ever seen one and lived to tell the tale. That's why we have the rules of the Glade.”

"How long has everyone been here?"

"Every month, the Box sends up new supplies and a new Greenie, so that means someone had to be the first one here. That was Alby, he knows more about this place than any of us."

"Has anyone tried to escape?"

"That's why we have the Runners over there, they map out the Maze, the Keeper is Minho. But HEY, this is supposed to be a celebration, you're our guest of HONOR, the first girl of the Glade! Here take a swig of that, it's Gallys recipe."

It was a bitter drink that burned but the name caught my attention.

"Whose Gally?"

Newt got up and gestured for me to do the same, he smiled and pointed over to the crowd on the other side of the bonfire, he pointed towards the tall boy from earlier, one of the Keepers but for some reason, I never got his name. He was in a circle wrestling with anyone who dared to get in there with him, it seemed fun and heartwarming to me, the only part that seemed strange however were the fleeting glances he was taking towards me.

"He's our Keeper of the Builders, strong guys but not much going on upstairs... but him? He's always stressed and uptight, don't take it personally if he yells at you eventually."

I got a little disappointed for some reason but my intrigue still peaked. I didn't know how to describe it at the time but I was curious.

I listened to Newt talk and I walked with him as I was introduced to more of the Gladers, this time way less formal. I got the same reaction usually, all either excited or shy, but overall plucky and welcoming. I was starting to feel much safer and calmer, maybe even joyful. I picked up conversation with the runners and more specifically Minho,

"That was quite a run earlier, you almost outran me, if Alby didn't forbid me I would've nominated you for runner haha." 

"I'm not sure, after that scream I heard earlier maybe I'll leave running to you guys."

We giggled for a bit until an annoying face came up. Joffrey had entered the conversation as if he had already been there, 

"Hahaha, the first greenie joke. So, are there any guys here who peak your interest?"

I'm not sure if it's because he was still new here or if he was genuinely stupid, but I didn't care at all for his insinuations and neither did Minho.

"Dude, she just got here. You're messing it up so bad."

"I'm sorry but I'm not here to be anyone's interest." I got a bit more aggressive with my tone at this point. How dare he?

"Oh come on Greenie, you're pretty and maybe some of these guys are nicer looking to you? I'm asking what we're all thinking!"

Minho didn't have much to say after this, in a way he proved him right. I couldn't even blame him, I was after all the first girl and not a bad looking one at that, but I for sure knew that I would not be reduced to just that. I was put here like everyone else, I'd work like everyone else and just maybe, I'd belong like everyone else, in this weird constructed world of ours, I'd help us get out.

I looked over Joffrey once again to see Gallys fleeting glance, he had just thrown someone out and no one seemed to take his offer. So, in a quick movement I shoved Joffrey aside and walked to the circle. 

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"WOAH WAIT A MINUTE"

"no way..."

"GALLY DON'T DO IT"

"GO EASY ON HER MAN"

"HE'S GONNA KILL HER"

Shouts roared amongst us as I took my shoes off and faced Gally, who was very clearly in shock. At this point everyone was surrounding us, I took a quick look around to see Newt and Alby trying to stop me and Minho hyping me up, Winston in utter shock and concern. Gally then spoke up and the audience quieted down,

"Hell no I'm not doing this Greenie."

"From what I hear it's tradition, too scared to do it now?"

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"You should be concerned about me hurting you." Ooohs littered the crowd with other side comments. Gally smirked and let a sarcastic laugh out.

"Alright but don't start crying when you get thrown out."

I smiled and got in ready position, the only thing I had to do was not get thrown out, maybe I could tire him out in time,

He charged towards me and I quickly jerked away, he didn't expect me to move so quickly and he tripped at the edge, he got up quickly and embarrassed, I smirked and gestured for more. This time he was quicker to charge, he went for one of my legs this time but in what seemed like a familiar manner, I wrapped my hand around his neck and swung around, my feet hitting the sand. 

However he didn't get up immediately, he swung and used his legs to knock out my own, I fell hard on my back. Alright, I really got mad this time. I decided to stop messing around and charged at his stomach, all while grabbing the back of his knees and trying to flip him, which didn't work because he took both of us down with him, with me landing directly on top of him. 

He swiftly pushed me off and got up again, as did I. We were both tired at this point and I knew I had to come up with something, Gally charged at me again, only this time much much faster, I didn't have time to come up with anything except duck a bit but it ended with him crashing down on top of me this time at the edge of the circle.

We both got up and I tried to just go ahead and push him, he did the same. Both pushing against each other's shoulders and for just a few moments we locked eyes and stared.

One word came into my mind at that moment...

"y/n"

[youmarin]

Carved Into Our Hearts | Minho x Reader! Pt. 2

A/N: I wrote a part 2 almost as soon as I published the first one. Not so sure abt it cuz I think the 1st one is so much better but posting this n e ways. I have a shorter alternative too in my docs. lol.

Word count: 2,694

part 1 here | part 3

You saw a boy. You two were just children at first. But it was the same boy in every flash of your dream. Was it a dream? You felt like you knew him. What was his name?  

Minho. 

Minho. You saw yourself repeating the name over and over. 

It was the only thing you wouldn’t dare forget. You clung to it as if your life depended on it. 

You gasped awake as if you had been held forcefully underwater and pulled back out, pronouncing it once before you plunged in the darkness one more time. 

The gladers looked around between each other, stunned by the new arrival. First, it was a girl. Most importantly, she was the only one until now that seemed to remember someone else, something from before they got to that place. They had a lot of questions but couldn’t utter a single one. Even if they could, you had passed out. 

By the time you woke up again, it was noon. Opening your eyes softly, adjusting your vision to the soft light that came from outside, you saw a boy sitting nearby. Light skin, blonde, slim. When he looked over at you and noticed you were awake, he stood up from his seat, approaching you. “Hey there, Greenie.” he grinned.  

You just stared at him, curiously. Greenie?

“Are you feeling better?” you nodded. “Can you tell me your name?”  at that you shook your head no. You didn’t remember it. Everything you remembered was mostly out of context, the only thing in common in each memory being the boy. He saw you scowl. “You don’t remember it?” you shook your head again. Newt tilted his head, staring at you, intrigued. He knew you could talk, he heard you back then. “Can you speak up?” You just stared at him. Okay, that’s a no. For whatever reason. “My name’s Newt.” He told you instead. You extended your hand for him to shake. He looked down at it, then held it, chuckling, “Nice to meet you too, Greenie.” 

When Alby came to check up on you after he heard you were awake, Newt updated him before the leader guided you outside and gave you the tour around. As he explained things, he looked over at you and so did the other boys when you passed, all of them equally curious about you. By far, you were the calmest one to arrive. No screaming, no trying to punch anyone and run away, and well, no talking. 

You relished the warmth the sunlight casted over you and over the place. It was the first time - that you could remember anyway- feeling it.  When you tried to recall something way back all you could conjure was a white void or a gloomy blue. You shuddered, a gust of wind hitting you and bringing you back to the grass on your feet and the trees surrounding you. The Glade seemed safe. That was until a claustrophobic feeling creeped over you as you looked up at the looming grey walls. You’d obviously never been there before, but there was a sense of familiarity overall. As if you had stumbled onto another place not knowing what you were doing there, again. 

“So, Green Bean,” again with the names. You made a funny face, and he laughed, We’’’ll call you Greenie or Green Bean until the next one arrives. And  we’ll call you by your name as soon as you remember it and tell us.” you nodded, “Today you can look around all you want, but tomorrow we’ll start looking for a job suitable for you.” 

He also had told you the rules: Do your part, Never hurt another glader, Never going into the Maze. 

Another boy named Chuck, a couple of years younger than you, made you company while you glanced around and threw a comment here and there. He seemed very animated as he talked to you. You liked him. 

When you walked near one of the large walls surrounding the Glade, you noticed something written on it. 

“Oh, that.” Chuck spoke following you as you began walking over to it. “We write all our names there. Yours will go there too.” 

You thought about it, wondered about your own name. Carving your names in stone, as if to say: May I never forget again. 

“And well, the ones crossed out…” He continued with a grimace, bringing you back from your thoughts with an unescaping truth.  Chuck didn’t mean to make you anxious yet he’d screwed that up, “But don’t worry. We’re safe as long as we stay in the Glade.” 

You nodded, unsurely, but as you stood in front of it, you saw it, to the right of Alby’s. Your hand shot up, brushing over the name. You sent an inquisitive look towards Chuck. 

“That’s Minho. He’s out in the Maze right now but he’ll be back soon.” He felt he should elaborate as your stare bore into him. “I know, I said we’re not allowed out but he is. He’s a runner. Fastest guy around- Where are you going?!” 

He shouted after you as you dashed over to the open gates. You didn’t even get to stand rightfully in front of them when something, or well, someone crashed into you. 

You groaned, the boy on top of you cursing. 

“That had to hurt.” The other boy that came rushing from the Maze said, amused. “Hey, Chuck. That's the Newbie?” 

“Why would you get in the way like that?” The boy moved to get up, and that’s when he looked at you. You stared up at him, stunned, and so did he. He was still the same from what you remembered, yet different: His hair was a bit shorter, his skin was tanned, and he looked sturdier. 

How long has it been since they broke you apart?

Looking at you, Minho felt like he had all the answers there but he didn’t understand them. Just that it had something to do with you. And then you smiled at him, looking so genuinely happy to see him. Flustered, he leaned back on his knees, getting off you, and was surprised when you got up and wrapped your arms around him in a hug, almost making him stumble. “Woah! Okay.” He chuckled. 

“She’s been waiting for you all afternoon.” Newt said as he walked over to where you stood with Alby by his side. You turned to look at them. 

“What?” Minho helped you stand up. 

“We’ll talk later. Now, let’s go.” Alby told Minho rather sternly, who looked at you one more time before reluctantly turning to leave, and you reached over for him. 

“You’ll see him later at dinner.” Newt told you, grabbing your arm gently to stop you. “Also, we have something special for tonight.” 

“It’s bonfire night. Happens every time someone arrives.” Chuck explained as he followed you. 

After Minho was done with his work and had taken a shower, he was called for a Gathering. 

Everyone was already there when he arrived. 

“Why are we having a Gathering on Greenie day?” He started, confused, until his eyes landed on you, sitting on the chair opposite to theirs. “Did she do something?” He asked, going for his seat. 

That was, until Gally stopped him, “Today your spot’s on the other side. With her.” 

“Why?” he smacked Gally’s hand away,  “What’s going on?”  He looked over to the rest of the council for some sort of explanation.

“You tell us.” He spoke again,  “Newbie here can’t remember her own name yet but yours was the first and only thing that came out of her mouth when she got here.” 

“Is there something you might want to tell us?” Newt asked somewhat uncomfortably. 

Honestly it hurt him a little that they thought he was hiding something. He was getting upset, “Like what? You think I’ve been keeping something from you?” 

“Do you remember her?” 

Minho froze, then turned to look at you. You’d been looking over at each of them warily. You looked up at him waiting for his answer, “I don’t.” But he felt like he ought to remember you. Like he knew you. Your expression fell. 

“I’m sure she can tell us. She’s just acting to keep from answering our questions.” Gally walked past Minho and over to you, “Tell us, Greenie. What do you know?” He demanded.

You shook your head, startled by his aggressiveness. 

Did you see something? 

“Gally, back down.” 

“We know you can talk and you ain’t fooling me.” He said getting in your face, both of his hands resting on the arms of the feeble chair you were sitting in.

What have you and the boy been doing? 

“That’s enough.” Minho warned, looking between you and him. 

“Do you remember him? You know something about this place?”

Is anyone else involved? 

“C’mon say something!”

“I said that’s enough!” Minho pushed Gally away from you, and both leaders stood up and hurried to get in between them before things could escalate further. 

The things they said after that  were muffled by the ringing in your ears. Your head was spinning, mind blurring between where you were sitting to somewhere you used to be.

“She needs to toughen up if she wants to make it here and be useful.” Gally spat at the rest. “I’m not going easy on her because she’s a girl.” 

Someone was asking you something, the boy from med-jacks, Clint, before Minho walked over to you and grabbed your hand to drag you away from there. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” The leader asked. 

“If you really want to have a proper conversation or get her to talk you should slim it and act less like a bunch of assholes.” He stated before exiting the room, slamming the door shut. He might regret later telling them off like that but right now they deserved it.

You stopped walking when you reached another room further away. He switched on the lights and shut the door before turning to you, “Are you okay?” You nodded, though it was evident you weren’t. “It’s okay, you can say if you’re not but please don’t lie to me. I don’t think you would’ve lied to me before.” He was satisfied to see that that made you smile a bit. “Do you really know me?” 

You made a gesture like, more or less. 

“Do you know anything else?” again, more or less, “Can you tell me anything?” You heard the hopefulness in his voice. 

You wanted to tell him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak yet. “Right. No speaking yet.” He stood there, fidgeting as he thought, before rounding a big table covered by a mantle and looking for something on a cabinet. “Could you write it?” He asked, walking over to you holding up a piece of paper and a pencil. Noticing you looked scared, he asked, “Is something wrong?”

You wrote something down and showed it to him. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Okay, that was ominous. He tried to brush it off. “It’s okay. Nothing’s going to happen. You can trust me.” 

You glanced at him, doubtfully, yet wrote I trust you. But there’s bad people. 

Minho held himself back from asking more about the bad people. “If you’re not ready yet just tell me what you know about me. How do we know each other?” He was also curious about that. If he could only remember anything about you too.

 He stared at you as you wrote down, taking his time admiring your features. Your hair was nice, though someone had given you a bad haircut, the ends uneven. Your eyes looked tired, as if you’ve been through so much for your age. He was sure all of you had looked like that at some point when they had just gotten here, which made him more curious about what you knew from the past. Your lips,  looking like you’ve been biting on them. Even so, he still thought you were pretty. 

He was snapped back from his thoughts when you passed him the paper to read. 

They kept us in the same building. We lived together.  A lot of boys and girls. We have known each other since we were just kids. You talked to me first and you made lots of friends. I remember you sneaking into my bedroom to talk, causing trouble to the people who ran the place…

And you’d crossed out something at the end. Minho frowned, trying to make out what it used to say before you grabbed the paper back and crumpled it into a ball on one of your fists. “Hey! I wasn’t done with that.” He laughed, surprised.  But you just nodded as if telling him, Yes you were, looking somewhat flustered. 

You had more memories with him, horrible things that had happened, but you weren’t ready to tell him that just yet, because then you’ll have to explain everything you’ve managed to remember.

Minho sighed as he stood up, “Alright. I guess we’ve been away for too long already. Maybe they won’t give me much hell tonight. It’s still bonfire night.” He extended his hand for you to take and helped you to your feet. 

He led you outside and back to the Homestead til you reached the kitchen. They were still serving dinner. Frypan gave him a look as you two walked over but said nothing. You seemed better now, and he didn’t really think Minho was hiding anything. With how he was, he doubted Minho could. He still wondered what you knew, but concluded that you will all find out sooner than later.

Later, Minho walked you over to where the rest was about to light a huge pile of straw and firewood. They had approached you to properly welcome you, and the members of the Council, even Gally - although forcibly-  apologized for how they acted back there. It was clear they still wanted answers. 

You looked around as the boys shouted, ate and drank. Some were sitting and chatting around the fire, some were further away but not too much as to miss its warmth. 

 An uproar was heard behind a tight circle. “That’s Gally. He must be fighting someone.” Minho explained as he caught you looking. It didn’t ease your confusion. He laughed, “Honestly I don’t get it either. It’s stupid. I fought him once before though, so...” He shrugged and you rolled your eyes. “You should ask if I won.” You crossed your arms and raised a brow. “I didn’t.” He admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck and it was your turn to laugh. He smiled at the sound. It was oddly comfortable being around you, like it had always been like that. He’d dare say this is the most peace he’d felt ever since he got there and hoped that that calmness would last. 

When the small celebration was over, everyone began to disperse to get some sleep. 

“Did someone show you where you’re sleeping?”  You nodded, yet you didn’t make it for a move. You honestly didn’t want to be apart from him. Being the only one you remembered, and by what you remembered, you felt like everything would be fine as long as he was near. Even if he didn’t remember you. At that thought, you looked down, your smile turning more into a grimace. “What, What’s wrong?” He asked you, worried.

You shook your head. You could still figure things out. Hopefully.

He was about to insist about what you were thinking when you reached over on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek. 

Goodnight. 

Pulling back with a small smile, you began to walk away, leaving him standing there like an idiot for a few seconds, watching you go. Then an image, a memory, flashed into his mind. 

“Shit. I Gotta go.” He complained looking over at the heavy door. 

“Hurry up before the guards find you.” you nudged him softly with one hand, the other brushing over your eyes as sleepiness got to you.

He gave your forehead a kiss, “Goodnight.” 

“Goodnight, Minho.”