#gally reader insert

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) You Protect Him

Thomas: It further seals the bond between the two of you. He already admired you, but you jumping in to defend him in a Glade scuffle made him realize you really had his back. Trouble seems to follow him where he goes and occasionally rear it ugly head, so he's always appreciative of those who care enough about him to defend him.

Newt: He gets all grumpy over the fact that you put yourself anywhere in the vicinity of danger to protect him. He is rather impressed seeing you stand your ground, but it's pretty much overruled by the reality that you could've been hurt.

Minho: He thinks he can handle himself, but he has to admit he finds it amazing to see you step in on his behalf to protect him. He warns you about inserting yourself into a dangerous situation, but it's said affectionately. He can't help but be impressed.

Gally: He is so torn between being absolutely impressed and also grouchy that you put yourself in harm's way and also hurt pride over the fact that you felt the need to protect him in the first place. He goes from staring at you wide-eyed to frowning to downright complaining. He may even get petty. Even so, part of him feels even more respect for you.

[angelofthenight]

*reunion in the Death Cure*

Gally: (y/n)?

Gally: (y/n)!

Gally: *runs to you in slow motion*

You: Gally?

You: Gally!

You: *runs to him in slow motion*

Gally: (y/n)!

You: Gally!

Gally: (y/n)!

You: *grows angry* Gally!

Gally: *grows concerned* (y/n)?

You: *goes into full sprint, angry* GALLY!!!

Gally: *turns to run away* OH SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA!!!

[hurlingsupport]

"An All-Consuming Feeling of Dread"

(Gally x Gender Neutral Reader One-Shot)

You stand completely still, a fist pressed against your lips as you stare at the cold concrete in front of you. Your other hand grips your arm, the touch being the only thing stopping you from banging your fists against those stupid doors. You swear you could still hear him screaming; his crying and pleading never once left your brain.

How did it even happen? How was that possible? No one's ever gotten stung during the day before, so why did it happen to Ben?

You nearly jump out of your skin when someone touches your shoulder, but you quickly calm down once you realize it's Gally that touched you. Still, you go right back to staring at the concrete doors after you realize it's him.

He calls your name quietly at first before raising his voice after you ignore him. His raised volume catches your attention, and your eyes finally latch onto his.

“You good?” He asks, his voice low as he glances around the glade.

The others are staring, perhaps worried by your behavior. You're well aware that they're likely not worried for you, but rather worried that you might have been stung, too, given your odd behavior. Despite how long you've been here, you don't think they'll ever respect you as much as someone like Alby, or Newt, or Gally. It's simply unfeasible.

You force out a breath, trying to get your mind off the others. “Yeah.”

Gally shifts his stance, he turns his head towards the concrete doors, then to the surrounding area, then to you. “No one could've stopped it. We just have to deal with it now.”

You gulp, trying to blink away the tears that keep building up. “Yeah, I know.”

Gally places his hand on your shoulder again, and you shudder at the feeling. You're not sure anyone's touched you at all since you got here. Sure, the occasional tap to get your attention, or a grab at your arm to get you going in the right direction (courtesy of Alby back when you first got here and tried heading straight for the open doors). But, never more than that. And it made you realize how badly you wanted someone to hold you. But, has that ever happened before?

Before this, you can't recall much. It all comes back to words you're not sure how you discovered, despite the meaning being all too clear, blurry faces, and a dreadful feeling that never faded. Before this, were you held? Surely, you were held as a baby, but were you loved? Did you have a mom? (A word you knew the meaning to, yet not the memory). Perhaps a sibling? (Something you're sure you'd get tired of given your experience here). Who loved you?

The question swirls around your head as Gally leads you back. You're not too sure where he's taking you. Perhaps he's going to lock you up for the night. You wouldn't put it past him. You liked Gally, despite his attitude. But you're fully aware that he never goes easy on anyone, and that's not going to change with you.

It certainly didn't change with the new greenie, but you think Gally might just have something personal against the kid. You didn't feel anything towards Thomas, really. Suspicion, sure, but aside from that, you couldn't bring yourself to get near him. Something about him just seemed… wrong. But, maybe that's just Gally's influence. You did favor him a bit.

It's only when the boy in question comes to a full stop that you realize where you are. You're in the wooded area, probably not too far from the Deadheads. You certainly don't want to go there at a time like this. You don't want to think about the fact that Ben won't be there. There's a hand on your arm, pulling you closer, and it's only then that you remember you're here with Gally.

“What's up with you?” He asks, looking you up and down.

Then you remember he's just another glader. He's not special. He's not special to you. You don't think the two of you are even friends, and yet here you are, separating him from the rest of the glade in your mind. Of course, he's suspicious, too.

“I'm not stung.” You defend weakly, trying and failing to pull yourself out of his grip. “I'm sorry for scaring everyone.”

“I know that.” Gally hisses out, as if offended at the very idea of you being stung.

You pause, staring up at him with a bewildered expression.

“I mean, what's wrong?” He whispers out, as if afraid of prying ears. His eyes, however, are hopeful as he awaits your response, as if there were a right answer to how you feel.

You gulp, feeling as if you might puke the longer he looks at you. He's not special. He's not special. You're not special. “I, uhm, I'm just scared.”

“Of what's going to happen next?” He ponders, hands slowly reaching towards your shoulders.

“Yeah, and… I'm–” you pause, the tears you had been holding back coming to fruition once more. “--I wish that didn't happen to Ben. He didn't deserve it.”

Gally’s hands have a tight hold on your shoulders, bringing you closer. “Yeah,” He stops, pressing his lips together as he continues. “Yeah, I feel the same way.”

You spare a glance at his face, utterly confused by this whole ordeal. Tears run down your cheeks, and you sniffle as his hands grow closer to your neck.

“Why do you think it happened?” He asks as his thumbs press against your collarbone. You can't tell if it's on purpose or not, but the pressure causes your mind to reel.

“I–I, uh, I don't know.” You wet your lips with your tongue, eyes darting between Gally and his hands. “What… what do you think?”

A grin grows on his face, as if you had just told him he won the lottery. The change in expression brings a heat to your face that you desperately hope he doesn't notice. Because you're not special, not to Gally.

“That new greenie, Thomas, came here the day before it happened. That's strange, isn't it?” His hands wrap around your neck, but they don't squeeze. They simply hold.

“Um…” his thumbs rub against your jaw, and you find yourself nodding.

“Exactly, and I bet you more is going to happen the longer he stays.” Just as his hands meet your face, Gally pulls away, and you're embarrassed to find yourself missing his warmth. “Right?”

You nod, if only so that he might touch you again. His grin grows at your agreement, and his hands land on your shoulders once more. He drags you closer to him, and you can't help but look at him like he’s everything. And, maybe he is.

“You're smart, see? I knew you were smart.” You try not to smile at his praise, all too aware that you were putty in his hands. “I need your help, okay? Alby and Minho are going out tomorrow morning, got it?”

You hurriedly nod.

“And I know something’s going to happen. No one else can see it, but I know. Thomas shouldn't be here.”

You have nothing against Thomas. You thought he was kind of sweet, if not annoying at times. He seemed heroic, but with such little knowledge on how the maze worked, he came off as arrogant instead. You're sure he's not a bad kid, but you find yourself agreeing with Gally despite this.

“Perfect, I knew you'd understand. Will you have my back? No one else understands but you.”

You nod, and before you know it, Gally's pulling you into a hug. And for just a moment, you question his words. Why is Gally talking to you like this all of a sudden? Why is he acting as if you're all he has? And, most of all, why are you reciprocating? You're not special. You're not special and you know that. But…

Gally squeezes you tighter, his arms wrapped around your torso as he smiles. “I knew I could count on you.”

But, he makes you feel special. And even though you know he's growing a grudge against a kid who hasn't done any wrong as far as you know, you simply hold him tighter. You know this isn't right, plotting against someone like Thomas, but you feel special in his arms, so you just breathe in his scent. You know Gally's going to get worse and worse the more you indulge him, the more you agree that his hate for Thomas is justified, but when Gally holds you, you can't help but feel loved. And maybe that's exactly what Gally wants.

[mackjlee9]

Gally x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Author's note: this is like... heavily based on The Rejected, but of course, this can be read separately from that, it doesn't affect this one shot at all.

Masterlist.

The Maze Runner

Requested by BåůmŠquåd W187 on Quotev

"We can make it out of here. I know that."

There was silence for a few seconds in the Glade as they let those words sink in.

And just like that, like the breeze blowing by, guys who were on their side started making their way to Thomas, mumbling quiet apologies to them.

Gally and (M/n) made brief eye contact, unsure of what to do next.

"It's over," their sight shifted back ahead of them, "Just come with us..." Despite Thomas' words being directed to all of them, his eyes were locked onto (M/n)'s, it was clear who he wanted to have by his side.

He stared at Thomas, at Teresa, and all the guys he called friends standing in front of him, ready to go into the Maze and maybe, find their way out. (M/n) looked at each one of them, at Minho, at Newt, at Fry, at Winston, and he soon remembered all of those who weren't here with them to witness what was happening.

Some of his best friends were waiting for him to come with them, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't leave Gally just like that, not after everything they'd been through together.

(M/n) sighed and turned his head to look at Gally, whose eyes were locked on him, not even acknowledging all the other guys staring at them. Green eyes looked into (e/c) ones, pleading (M/n) to stay, terribly scared that he might leave him too.

It broke his heart to see Gally so vulnerable, his hand gripping onto the back of his dirty and worn shirt, trembling as the seconds went by, beginning to feel desperate at the thought of (M/n) actually deciding to go with Thomas into the Maze.

And the weak smile Gally received from him almost made him double over, wanting to wail and cry for him to stay.

(M/n) took a deep breath as he turned to look at the others, silently waiting for his response, hoping they would come along as well, but that's not what they got.

"Good luck against the Grievers," everyone saw how determined to stay (M/n) was, and some of them felt the need to stay, as if they'd changed their mind, no longer sure of their choice.

However, before they could make their way back to Gally, Thomas called to them and ran into the Maze, soon followed by those whose resolution didn't waver and the hesitant steps of those who did.

They watched how they left and got out of their sight when they rounded the corner.

It took a bit, but everyone left in the Glade began making their way to what was left of their home, and (M/n) wondered how things were gonna go now.

Will they survive? If so, for how long?

He couldn't take even a single step forward when Gally's arms wrapped around him, tightly. He was shaking and sniffing on his neck as he cried. Silently, he rubbed Gally's back slowly, whispering in his ear that everything was gonna be alright.

"It'll be fine. Things will get better."

If only he could believe his words.

//////

They tried. Everyone did.

Ten guys against two Grievers didn't sound too hard, but it didn't sound easy either. They tried their damnest and succeeded, but at what cost?

Everyone was dead, or dying, and nothing could be done.

(M/n) got up from the ground, and grabbed the spear a Glader had lost while running away before getting captured by one. He released a shaky sigh and cautiously started walking out of the Deadheads, everything was quiet.

The fight they had and all the screaming that echoed was now gone, it just disappeared, and the quietness did nothing to ease his freaked-out mind, sharpening his senses as he walked forward, trying to find anyone that could still be alive, but nothing.

And now he was panicking... What if he was the only one alive? What if...?

From afar, relatively close to the Maze Doors, he spotted someone, they were pulling apart the slimy flesh of the Griever and rummaging for something inside. A cylindrical device that beeped rather slow and quiet.

He got closer and saw them stand up to their full height. It was...

"Gally?" He whispered to himself, and he witnessed with horrified eyes how the blond ran into the Maze, alone and without a weapon, "Gally!"

The only logical thing he could do was run after him.

Navigating the Maze was hard, even if he had gone in a handful of times in the past, getting lost was easy, but he tried. It was weird that Gally seemed to know where he was going, and his legs trembled and shook as he struggled to catch up to him.

If he stayed quiet, he could hear the beeping of the device getting more frequent, and whether it was closer or further away, so he kept going, knowing that Gally was somewhere ahead of him and he wasn't gonna stop for (M/n) to catch up.

The sound of echoing footsteps reached his ears, and he ran faster, rounding the corner, stopping as he slipped and almost fell. He gasped for air and looked around.

(M/n) saw multiple Grievers dead, along with some of the guys that went along with Thomas, there was blood on the stone floor he was walking on, making dragging marks as they went over the edges on either side of him. Carefully peaking over, he realized he couldn't see the bottom, and he felt like his stomach was gonna spit through his mouth.

He took a deep breath, put the spear down, and slowly walked forward, and into the dark tunnel, following along it as he got closer to the light.

He knew better than to believe they were out of the Maze, everything felt off and unsettling. (M/n) stepped out of the tunnel and stepped into a long hallway, it extended to his left and to his right. He was unsure of which way he should go until he stepped on something gooey. It looked like Griever spit.

A set of footsteps left a mark on the floor heading into the hall on his right, and he walked that way, his hand unconsciously dragging along the wall he was closest to.

After a short while that felt a little too long, he came across a door that displayed 'exit' atop it, he rolled his eyes at the inconvenient comedic timing. Even so, he walked in.

An open door on the other side of the room made him groan as he covered his eyes, the sun was too bright and the air coming inside felt scorching hot. He stepped to the side where he didn't have to look at the light directly and soon, he got adjusted to the room.

He didn't see anything worth mentioning, just computers and scientists dead. He walked around the long table, seeing pictures of his friends on the monitors, labeled 'subjects' instead of their names.

He felt sick at the thought of just being treated like experiments, and he wondered where the rest of his friends had gone to. Maybe they were outside...?

His train of thought stopped when he looked down.

Lying by the door, was Chuck. Dead.

(M/n) froze for a few seconds, feeling tears gathering in his eyes as his brain processed what he was seeing. Slowly, he knelt on the ground next to Chuck and gently wrapped his arms around his body, he blinked and a few tears made their way down his dirty face, looking into his lifeless eyes.

He sweetly moved his curls away and pressed a kiss to his forehead, backing away and gently closing Chuck's eyes, letting him rest in peace. "Goodbye, little buddy."

He sighed and placed Chuck's body back on the floor, regretful that he didn't have a way to give him a proper burial. He deserved it, he was just a little kid.

His whole life was taken away by W.I.C.K.E.D, and (M/n) would do anything-

The frown on his face disappeared instantly the moment he looked up, his eyes landing on another body lying on the ground. He stood up and tried to make his way over to them, but his legs shook and quivered, his sight completely glossed over with tears as his bottom lip trembled, he could barely move, and the only thing keeping him moving was the adrenaline.

"Gally...?"

He mumbled, his hands shaking violently as he placed them on his face. Truth is, (M/n) didn't know what to do, just cry and hold Gally close.

There isn't much he can remember from that moment, but he recalls the sound of various vehicles stopping outside before making their way inside the facility.

"We've got a survivor!" One of them screamed and they approached him, these people had tactical gear and masks covering their faces.

And they were trying to pull him away from Gally.

"No! Let go of me! Gally!" (M/n) managed to elbow the guy holding him on the stomach, getting free from his grip and crawling his way back to Gally, "I'm not gonna leave you, okay? I'm not..."

His body shook with each sob he released, blinking away the tears to be able to see Gally's face clearly, wanting to engrave it in his memory. But then again, he was being pulled away from him.

He groaned and kicked, pulling his arms away from the foreign hands holding him back, "I won't leave him! Stop, let me go!" His voice broke, desperately pleading to these people to just let him stay there with Gally.

There was no point in living if Gally wasn't gonna be there with him, reminding him to eat all three meals, to mess up his hair with a playful smile, to show him his drawings, to hear his beautiful laugh, and to comfort him when he didn't feel worthy. He couldn't live if Gally was gone.

"I can't... Gally..." He whimpered and made a last attempt at freeing himself again but to no avail.

"Sir! He's still alive!"

(M/n) saw a spark of hope in the dark tunnel he found himself inside of, and he felt like he was moving toward it, needing the hope to be able to continue.

"Save... Save him! Please, save him!" He yelled at them, as he stopped fighting their hold, and he watched how they stabilized the spear through his chest to cut the handle off. He had refused to leave, struggling against these people again, who decided against it and simply stayed put, "Can I... Can I go with... With him?" He asked between gasps, "Please, let me... Go with him..."

One of the guys holding him released his grip, moving to help the other group get Gally on a stretcher and take him outside to their van.

(M/n) was taken outside in the scorching sun as it began setting, and he started squirming and screaming when he realized he was being taken to another vehicle than Gally.

"Fuck off!" He pushed the man behind him and ran toward the group of four carrying Gally onto the van, and he got in, closing the door behind him. Seeing as he hadn't run away or caused any other major problem, everyone got in their car and drove off.

(M/n) felt his eyelids heavy, but he refused to fall asleep, observing closely what they were doing to Gally to keep him alive.

From what he heard, it was bad, and it would be a miracle if he survived, but he clung to that hope.

He clung onto the possibility of a miracle occurring.

//////

The days that followed felt like a blur.

(M/n) was glad that Gally was still alive, and he hadn't been able to thank the doctor that saved him yet which upset him, but he couldn't leave his side. He had especially learned how to clean his wound and change his bandages, just to have an excuse to be with him, take care of him, and wait for him to wake up.

It was painful, really. He had been told Gally would wake up eventually, but they didn't know when it would happen, how they were unsure if there would be any other issues within his body, and (M/n) was constantly on edge, sitting by his side, sleeping on the worn couch in the infirmary, talk to him about the good memories they had back in the Glade, and where they were.

Even if Gally couldn't hear him or know he was there, he still did, because he cared, and he was scared.

The image of Gally's body lying on that cold floor would flood his subconscious every night, and he was convinced that he would never fully believe or realize that Gally was still alive.

It was early morning at the base, and he had just been taken to the cafeteria by the doctor, Lauren, to eat something. He couldn't, but he tried, for her.

They stayed silent, and after enough time had gone past, (M/n) got up and left, apologizing to her and heading back to the infirmary. It was hard to stay away from Gally for longer than twenty minutes, he couldn't do it.

He sighed and opened the door, expecting to see him there on his bed, still in a coma, just... Waiting for a miracle. But no, Gally was awake.

He was looking around the room, slowly, frowning at the sunlight coming through the slightly open blinds, setting a glass of water -the one he left there- down, when he heard the door being opened. Then, his green eyes, which had been devoid of all emotion, landed on him, shining brightly as they regained their usual glow.

"(M/n)...?" His voice was hoarse and raspy, probably from not being used, and (M/n) found himself shocked in place, looking at Gally as if he wasn't real.

He took a step forward and struggled to take a breath, his eyes filling with tears as he approached Gally, who was also getting emotional at the sight of (M/n) there, by his side, alive.

"Gally," he whispered his name, his voice trembling as he did so, and he got closer to the bed he was lying on. He held his face in his hands, and they looked at each other as if they couldn't believe it, smiling and chuckling between tears, "I missed you, so much," (M/n) hugged him, careful of not hurting him, his face buried on his neck, wetting his skin with his tears.

"Sorry, I... Kept you waiting..." The sound of his voice brought shivers to (M/n)'s back, and he couldn't resist.

He lifted his head away from Gally and leaned in to press their lips together, with no hesitation. Gally gasped in surprise but smiled against (M/n)'s lips and kissed him back.

Their lips moved against each other slowly, and Gally sighed through his nose at the feeling of (M/n)'s hands holding his face gently, his hand lifting to intertwine his fingers to his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, tugging on it weakly, feeling shivers down his body at the quiet satisfied hum he released.

Unfortunately, their kiss was cut short when Gally's breath faltered, reluctantly pushing (M/n) away to regain his breathing. The stinging pain in his chest worked to bring foggy memories back, but he was scared to ask just yet.

"Sorry, are you okay?" (M/n)'s hand moved through his hair, observing him attentively, and Gally felt his face getting hot, knowing he was blushing when (M/n) smiled at him, chuckling and leaning closer again, placing a kiss to his forehead, "I'm so happy you're awake, Gally."

He smiled back at him, "And im happy... You're here with me, (M/n)," at that moment, nothing else mattered to them.

They had each other again, and that's all they could ever ask for, or need.

[raidenssblog]

He's hard to talk to, really reluctant to engage in a conversation and dosent intend on getting close. But by some holy miracle you shimmy you way into his heart, before he knows it he's already head over hells.

Everytime you two pass ways he's always feels his heart race and palms get sweaty. The tips of his ears heat up and he shifts around while trying to look calm.

The admiration he has for you is through the roof, tho he wouldn't tell you that yet. The way his eyes unintentionally follow your every move and every aspect of your body, to the way he dreams about you.

Finally sucking in a deep breath before telling you about his feelings. You look in utter shock, these feelings of his went completely over your head. You though it was a one way love.

Guess you were wrong.

- Iguro Obanai, Sanemi and Genya shinazugawa, akaza, Katsuki Bakugo, Levi Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Gally,

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Not super happy with this but it'll do, I'm sorry for not posting writer's block been crazy.

[freakykira]

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Hi, i’m Kira and I’m freaky. You can literally ask me ANYTHINGGGG, you want it, I’ll write it. But, that’s not what this page is all about. Just like every writer, I have my limits.

[DO NOT REQUEST PEDOPHILIA!!!]

I’ll write for…

TWD/The Walking Dead (TV Show & Game), Harry Potter, Blue Lock, Seven Deadly Sins, Mid90s , Riverdale, The Boys The Breakfast Club, TMR/The Maze Runner, Divergent, Detroit Become Human, Heathers (Movie), Good Girls, Marvel, DC, Youtubers, Rappers, Actors, OC/OC (of requests choice), Reader/OC, Reader/Unidentifed, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy, Girl/Boy/Boy, and etc. !I know of more fandoms, but my memory is failing me, i’ll update this as I go! (Feel free to request a something about a fandom unlisted) !!ILL RESPOND TO EVERY REQUEST!!!

Genres…

Main Classification: [🍄] Fluff, [🚬] Angst, and [🎋] Smut.

Sub Classifications: [🪰] Horror, [🎳] Headcannon, [🚘] OC/OC, [👤] Unidentified, [🪀] Random/Practice Fic.

[thelastcitysposts]

I’m Right Here

Character: Newt x GN!Reader

Fandom: The Maze Runner, Safe Haven Setting

Categories: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Angst, Fluff.

Word Count: 3879

Warnings: Mentions of past violence to the reader.

Requested?: Kind of! Excited for this Part 2!

Summary: This is PART 2 to my ‘I Need You To Be Safe’ story. (I’M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG!) Newt and Y/N have been rescued and taken back to safety. Reunion occurs but will Newt’s guilty conscience get in the way of them truly being happy?

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It had been four days.

Four days since everyone had fought for their lives and liberties at the Last City. Fending off WCKD, rebellions and a mind-eating virus.

And for everyone that had been conscious during those days, they finally let out that deep breath that they had been holding in for years.

The Right Arm had successfully saved as many immunes and people they could from the hands of WCKD, and had transported everyone to their Safe Haven. A little island location with the most breathtaking beach.

On the first day, Frypan, Gally and Minho had helped Vince load everything onto their ship. Their supplies, the survivors and their friends that were still recovering from the trauma and injuries their bodies had faced the day before. They had given Newt Thomas’ plasma that contained the cure as soon as they could, which knocked him out cold. Thomas was still in recovery from his battle wounds, and so were you.

On the second day, they had safely arrived in their new home. All hands were on deck to achieve a new home. Gally was building again, new homes for everyone and making sure they were comfortable. Frypan started scouting for food around the area and recruiting people to his new kitchen, and Minho, he was helping in any way he could. For he did not need to run anymore.

On the third day, Minho sat beside his friend's bed as he did every day. Newt began to stir awake. This jolted Minho from his seat with the biggest smile he had worn for many weeks.

As Newt's heavy and crusted over eyes began to open, the boy rubbed his face despite the pain he held all over his body.

‘Newt?’ Minho whispered, placing a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder. Hoping to not startle him.

‘Minho?’ Newt hoarsely spoke back, staring at his friend in disbelief.

As much as Newt had remembered being cured and the events that happened to him that night, he was still missing blank spots in his memories.

He remembered crawling around the WCKD lab with Thomas and Y/N.

He remembered the fatigue and pain he felt that gradually got worse as they trudged around the city.

And then it's all black, until he remembers you. Laying on the ground, blood streaming from your side from the stab wound that he inflicted.

With that memory in his mind he turns to his friend.

‘Where are they?’ he said sternly, guilt laced in his voice as he hurriedly tried to get up from the cot he was put into.

Minho pushed his friend's shoulders back carefully, not wanting him to hurt himself.

‘Wo there. Lay back down please Newt you're going to hurt yourself.’ Minho exasperated trying to get his friend to calm down. “They are okay, they haven’t woken yet’ he said like it was the simplest thing.

‘What do you mean? What have I done? Where are they?’ He struggled to get out while fighting against his friend. Had he hurt you beyond repair? Was it too late? He had only just had you in his arms.

‘They are going to be fine. They lost a lot of blood, they just need some more time.’ Minho tried calming his friend. ‘Just relax please. You’re not looking to good yourself’ he sadly announced.

Newt sighed, laying back down while wincing and staring up at the wooden roof above his head. He honestly couldn't care less to ask the question of where he was, if they were safe, what happened to WCKD. None of that matters if it meant that you were in pain somewhere in the world.

‘Thomas hasn’t woken either yet. But he will and they will too. We made it Newt, you made it. We are safe now and everything will be okay. As soon as you rest and recover. I’m going to get someone to help you with the pain. Stay here’ Minho said sternly as he patted his friend on the shoulder and walked out of the hut.

Newt watched his friend leave the hut, waiting a couple of minutes before rising up out of the cot as he did before, feeling his head start to spin from the fast movement.

He stood fast and looked down at his feet, trying to ground himself before he made his way out of the hut and squinted from the bright sun that cascaded around his new surroundings.

As his eyes began to adjust he saw everyone. Tending to their new home, laughing with each other and enjoying the peace and serenity that they had built for themselves. He listened and heard nothing but tranquility and silence. No humming from electricity that he learnt to live with during the maze, no arguing that he became so used to in the months afterwards. Just silence.

It made his ears hurt. Because in his mind, all he heard was his thoughts screaming at him for what he had done to you.

Limping and aching, he hurriedly looked around him. You must be in this area recovering if he was too.

Searching each hut he passed, bursting through the doors like a maniac trying to see your smile again. Only to find that each one was either empty, or filled with supplies.

Growing frustrated in his panicked state he began yelling for you. Tripping up over his feet as he sprinted around on the sand.

He spotted another hut a couple meters ahead of him, using the last of his strength that he held he raced towards it, slamming open the wobbly door. And seeing you, lying peacefully in a cot, eyes closed.

He stopped immediately upon seeing your face. You looked so peaceful and tranquil. He approached with caution towards your still body, worried that any movement he makes will injure you just as it did days ago.

Opting to kneel on the ground beside your cot, he reached out and delicately held your hand, feeling how cold and pale it looked. Almost lifeless. It knocked the oxygen straight out of his lungs as he felt hot tears run down the sides of his dry cheeks.

He began to sob, no words being able to reach his lips apart from ‘I’m sorry’ millions of times as he became erratic. Gripping onto your fist as he broke down on the floor. He didn’t feel full anymore, the only reason why he wasn’t screaming right now was for the small movements of your chest rising each time you drew a silent breath.

Keeping his eyes trained on your matted hair that laced around your face, he lightly swept some of the strands away from your face before giving himself the courage to place his chapped lips on your forehead, before immediately rising to his feet and leaving the room. He felt as if the energy around him would bring you to your demise and he couldn’t risk that. Not when it came to you.

As soon as Newt had reached for the door handle and walked his way outside, he collapsed onto his knees, grabbing at his face and crying into his hands. How could he have done this to you? Even in the state that he was in those nights before, how could his love and adoration towards you not stop his actions and keep you out of harm's way? God, he wasn’t even able to tell you just how much he loved you before he hurt you.

Minho and Gally had spotted their friend from a mile away, already on their way back to him to keep him company and lift his spirits. They had never seen this boy as upset and broken before. His usual kind and happy nature, gone.

They rushed to him and held him on the ground as he sobbed. Mumbling how much of a monster he was and how he wished it was him that was in your shoes and not you to the two that held him.

Minho looked towards Gally, sad eyes holding onto his friends as he caressed Newt’s shoulders, no words being able to creep from his mouth as he communicated with Gally in silence.

What could they possibly do to mend a broken heart?

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It had taken another day passing, and for Minho to sleep on the ground next to Newt for someone to convince Newt to drink some water, and eat something.

Thomas had woken now. His physical wounds began to heal, making his own way out of the hut and trying to rebuild his life again after everything that they had lost.

Brenda had decided to spend the day by your bedside. Wiping wet towels across your forehead and checking your wounds to see how they were healing.

When she found you laying on the concrete, blood dripping from the knife handle that hung tightly on your side. She made it her mission from then on to make sure you would survive. She tended to you when she could, made sure the fabric that laid under your head was comfortable enough and let the ocean breeze come through the front door to let you have fresh air.

When she had met everyone from the Glade back at her home, she had taken a liking to you immediately. Your kind nature, matching Newt’s was always something she was so fascinated by due to the onslaught of trauma you had been through.

So she would do everything she could in her power to make sure that you would be given the happiness and life you deserved once they got out of that hell hole.

‘You can do this Y/N’ she whispered, leaning her chin against the hand that laid on the cot beside your head.

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Hours had passed now, the sun starting to fade away into the horizon and creating a cascade of purples and pinks. Everyone at the camp had set up a bonfire, celebrating the first night of freedom after setting up the camp for the last few days.

Newt sat besides Thomas, after reluctantly joining them all at the celebrations. Minho having to basically drag him out of the hut and force him to sit, and have a drink. To rejoice alongside his peers. Which Newt found so incredibly hard to do.

As you laid in your cot, darkness consumed the world outside. You begin to stir, shuffling around in the cot before awakening with a loud gasp and a wince. Your abdomen is still in pain, but mostly because you hadn’t moved in so long.

Looking around you, you first noticed the fresh smell of salt that hung in the air, the structure around you and the small candle that was alight next to your head.

Slowly making your way to be sat with your legs hanging off the cot. You sat trying to get a grasp on everything that rushed inside of your head.

You had been injured last you had remembered, but also Newt had been cured. Even just the thought of that had made you sigh happily out loud.

Taking your time to stand, you walked towards the door of your hut and opened the door. Looking around at your surroundings.

Even in the darkest you could see that you were by the ocean, the smell from before giving that away but even with how dark the night sky had become you could still see the moon's reflection on the tide as it rocked from the current.

Scanning around to the right you noticed more huts and structures halfway finished.

That was enough to tell you that you all had made it. This was the Safe Haven you all had dreamt about for years. The place where you all could finally relax and live your life the way it was meant to be lived.

Spotting the raging bonfire in the distance and the sound of cheering and laughter. You made your way over there slowly. Holding your wounds as you watched as faces you recognised became clearer in your vision.

The first face of which you saw, was Brenda’s as she came bounding over to you at the speed of light.

‘Y/N!’ she screeched happily and engulfed you in the tightest hug you had felt in a long time, almost sending you tumbling to the ground which caused you to giggle.

‘Brenda! We made it!’ you smiled happily and squeezed the girl back. Ignoring the mass amounts of pain in your side as you held her close. Happiness overtakes your senses rather than dealing with pain. You’ve dealt with enough of that in the past.

Pulling away, Brenda begins ‘God I knew you would make it. I missed you so much.’ she claims, grabbing each side of your face before bringing you back in. Laughing at her and you smile widely. ‘Can’t leave you here to deal with all the issues alone now can I?’ you smiled back at her and then pulled away again.

Smiling to yourself you look around and watch as faces you knew come closer to you.

Minho, Gally and Fry coming up from every direction and joining in for a massive group hug.

‘Welcome back Y/N’ Gally exclaims while messing around with the hair on top of your head. ‘Now that your back Y/N could you help Fry please? His food is making my stomach hurt again’ MInho laughs while his friend whacks him in the chest.

‘It’s so good to see you guys. I can’t believe we are finally here, it doesn't even feel real!’ you exclaim and laugh alongside them.

However, your mind isn’t exactly trying to stay in this moment too much longer. As your eyes search the crowd for the one face you beg to see. The only person you want to be held by.

Newt.

Where could he be? Is he okay? Did he make it to? And if so, why isn’t he here?

Brenda was the first to watch your eyes trail away from the conversations happening around you. Obviously knowing what you were searching for.

‘He’s by the pit Y/N’ she smiles and pushes you along as you give her the cheesiest grin back.

Making your way closer to the fire, you watch as faces, new and old pass by your vision. People who you had seen around the Right Arm and new recruits that you had helped save that night days ago smiling at you, nodding their heads and lifting their drinks as they indulge themselves.

Your smile started to grow smaller and smaller each time you looked around and could not see him.

Until, you did.

There he was, sitting quietly next to Thomas, nothing coming from his lips and his eyes dead as can be. This made you pout as you made your way over to the two.

Thomas looked up first, smiling and nudging his friend's shoulder while waving to you.

As soon as Newt looked up, you watched as his eyes went wide. Like a deer caught in the headlights. He almost looked scared to see you, that feeling making you stop in your tracks as your smile immediately disappeared off your face.

Was he not happy to see you? Was he angry at something you did?

You weren’t sure as you stood there, racking your brain for any wrongs that you may have done. While watching as Newt stood up, and instead of walking to you, hurriedly walked in the opposite direction.

You frowned, watching as the love of your life walked away from you. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

Thomas looked up to you from his spot by the fire at you. Watching the orange flames cascade around your figure as you looked defeated. He got up, and made his way immediately over to you.

‘Hey Y/N’ he said softly, rubbing the back of your forearm for comfort. All you could do in a response was look back up to him and give the smallest of smiles back before looking back at Newt’s disappearing figure in the distance.

‘He woke up a day before you and freaked. He didn’t think you would make it’ Thomas explained to you as he watched the cogs turn in your brain to understand what happened.

‘Does he think that this is his fault? I’m right here Thomas, why couldn’t he just come talk to me?’ you spoke back, finally looking at Thomas’ face with tears starting to form in your eyes.

He sighed lightly before bringing you into a tight embrace, letting you cry against his shoulder lightly. ‘I think that he is scared, Y/N. He needs you just as much as you need him.’ he starts to explain. ‘I have known Newt for a long time, and trust me on this. I have never seen him more happy and content than when he is by your side’ he reassures you as he lets you go.

As much as that fills your heart with joy, you need to go and find Newt and help him realize that everything is okay now.

Giving Thomas a tight nod you pull yourself away from him and begin walking in the direction that Newt has just headed to. Lifting your head up high as you trailed after him.

Since he had a head start, you walked fast until you could start to see his figure appearing in the distance. ‘Newt!’ you yelled, picking up your pace.

You knew he could hear you, but he just kept walking.

‘Newt, please!’ you yelled again, starting to jog despite the pain that you started to feel.

When Newt heard your sweet voice calling for him, it scared him. He wished that he just wasn’t here, maybe that would keep you out of harm's way. It wasn’t until you begged for him that he stopped. Not by choice, but the adoration he held for you in his heart stopped his legs before he could even think.

You saw when he stopped walking, but yet he was still turned and faced away from you. You jogged faster to him, reaching out to grab onto his arm.

‘Newt’ you whispered as you huffed, tugging on the sleeve of his jumper he adorned trying to get him to face you. ‘Please Newt, just tell me what I did. What happened? I don’t understand’ you rambled as your breathing started to normalize.

This made Newt turn around in an instant. ‘What you did? What do you mean what you did Y/N? I hurt you!’ he yelled back, causing you to take a step back. The wild look in his eye makes you remember the torment and anger he went through when he first discovered the virus.

‘You didn’t hurt me Newt, the virus was plaguing you! You were a crank Newt, that wasn’t you’ you whispered back, leaning backwards while staring into his hard eyes.

‘No Y/N, I hurt you. I stabbed you, the one person that I love and cherish. The one person who I thought maybe my stupid idiotic crank brain might think twice about. But no, I stabbed you. I caused you to be unconscious for days with no certainty of your recovery. I let you sit there on the ground while you bled out, too weak to even get up and help you myself’ he yelled back at you.

This stunned you. Not only his angry words directed at himself, but the word love. He had never said that to you before and this was not exactly how you expected it to happen.

This caused you to stay still, unnerved by his stature.

This caused him to look down at the sandy ground. ‘Right, well. Just stay away from me, please’ he begged. His heart breaking whilst turning around and beginning his journey away from you.

As you watched his footsteps make marks along the sand, trailing away you huffed.

‘Get back here Newt right now and face me yourself if you’re so scared!’ you yelled, causing the blonde to turn around and look at you wide eyed.

‘How am I ever going to prove to you that that wasn’t you Newt. What will make you realize in that shuck brain of yours that it was the damn  virus! Don’t make me stand here and watch you walk away from me while I spent the last year loving you!’ you yelled back.

You watched as Newt’s face immediately softened at your words. Love. How could someone he hurt so badly love him?

You watched as the clogs started to turn in his brain while he thought of what he could do. He could turn around, and continue walking. Maybe he could find someplace else on this island that would be far enough away from you to keep you safe?

Or maybe, he could just lift his head up, storm right to you and show you just how sorry he is and how much you fill the empty void in his heart? Mend the wounds that he had been facing for the last few days and just start again?

And the second option is exactly what he did.

Without a second thought, he raced towards you and held your face in his hands, causing you to look up at the boy's beautiful brown eyes.

‘I’m right here, Newt. Can’t you see that? I’m right here’ you whispered to him and you felt your body relax in his hands.

He looked deep into your eyes, searching for any form of regret of anxiety from his presence. Trying to find something that would make him run in the other direction. But he couldn’t, all he could see was the same love he held for you.

He wiped the tears that began flowing down your cheeks before leaning forwards and kissing you with all of his might. Hoping that the outpour of emotions that leaked from him would convey just how sorry he was and how much he loved you.

Leaning back into him, you reached your hands around his neck and reciprocated happily and passionately. Relaying every emotion you had in your brain at that moment. Never ever wanting to pull away from him.

He pulled away suddenly, placing his forehead against your own and resisting the smile that was aching to reach his lips.

‘I’m so sorry my love’ he whispered almost silently before taking his hands away from your face and wrapping them around your waist to hold you close, as his knees gave away from under him and he brought you down to the ground with him.

‘Shhh, it’s okay Newt. I’m here. We are both here, and we are safe.’ you smiled at him as you held him closely, rubbing the hair on the back of his head and rocking you both slowly.

Looking up from your position you watched as the last bits of the sun disappeared and the night became dark. But you didn’t care. You had made it.

Both of you had made it, alongside almost everyone you cared deeply about. You were safe.

It would take time to heal, both your own wounds but also Newt’s. It would take time to be comfortable again.

But time wasn’t something you were worried about anymore.

You have all of the time in the world.

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Once again, I’m so sorry this took me so long to write! Been such a long year but I am finally getting back into my writing and I’m so excited to get started again! I have so many ideas. I hope that this part 2 to my first story is satisfying enough! I’ve tagged a few people that commented on my last post asking for a part 2, sorry if you didn’t want to be! Thank you all for all your support from all of my stories. Can’t wait to write more! Big love!

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THE MAZE RUNNER: WRITING MASTERLIST

Gally

Headcanons

Cocktail Bar: Barman (Ask For Angela) *NEW* || Cocktail Bar: Bouncer || How He Deals With Fem!Reader Glader's Period Cramps || How He Reacts to an Accident-Prone, Fem!Reader Glader || Finding a Scared Fem!Reader in the Box

Writing

‘Tick': Extract [CRACKFIC]

In an attempt to flee your pursuers, you jump realities and return to the Glade, where you hope your friends are still alive and well.

Friendship, Adventure, Fluff, Romance if you squint at the end || 2800 words || Extract || Warnings: Canon-typical threat.’

Minho

Headcanons

Cocktail Bar: Barman

Newt

Headcanons

Cocktail Bar: Server

Writing

We're Almost Free

The future is so close. You aren't willing to let Newt give up now.

Angst, Canon Fix-It, Happy Ending || 2200 Words || One-Shot/Part One of Collection || Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence.

By Your Side (I’ll Stay Forever) ~ [Part 2 of We’re Almost Free] 

You subdued Newt during the attack on the Last City, but now that you’re here in the Safe Haven, what will it take to get him to wake? And will Newt still be in there when he does?

Light Angst with a Happy Ending, Post Canon, Canon-Divergence || 1900 Words || Part 2 || Warnings: none.

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[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

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THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺🥺

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀💀

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

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lmk if you want to be tagged!

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the maze runner masterlist

𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

💕 - fluff, ⚰️ - angst, 📚 - reader insert, ✏️ - oc,

🃏 - crack, 🍼 - agere

𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞

𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

rivers run dry ⚰️✏️

sick of kissing you in my head (when can it be real instead?) 💕⚰️📚

peiskos 💕📚

𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

gally as galileo galilei

𝖓𝖊𝖜𝖙

𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

there's many different ways to kill the one you love ⚰️✏️

𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘

𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

the klein-paige legacy 🃏 - tmr x the wilds fusion

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Apricity... Masterlist

You've read the books, you've seen the movies- and now you're living it? You wake up in an elevator with only flashes of your old memories. You remember slowly, bits and pieces that make no sense at all. Everything anyone remembers involves a facility, some scientists, even drowning. But you remember reading.

When you begin to not only care for the people surrounding you, but remember feelings buried deep down, what lengths will you go through to ensure their safety? You know all the plays, all the answers, so long as you don't change too much. But things have already changed, and you're struggling to keep up.

Or, alternate summary… You were transported from our reality to theirs. You're living in a book you once read and you need to fight to survive. Honestly, just an indulgent self insert where I get to have both boys of my dreams, and they get to have each other and also live. (By the by, everyone is aged up because I'm not about having romances with teenagers woops)

Relationships: Newt/Reader, Thomas/Reader, Newt/Thomas, Newt/Thomas/Reader, Gally/Ben, Gally & Reader, Minho & Reader, Chuck & Reader, Chuck/OC: Josh, Frypan/OC: Holly,

Characters: Newt, Thomas, Minho, Alby, Gally, Ben, Chuck, Winston, Zart, OC: Holly, Frypan, OC: Josh,

Tags: Second person POV, Third person POV, Switching POV, Reader POV, Gender neutral reader, Fix It, Aged Up Gladers, Polyamory, Canon typical violence,

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Prologue, The Boys Find Comfort

Chapter One, The Beginning

Chapter Two, Settling In

Chapter Two 1/2, Newt's Mistake

Chapter Three, Growing Closer

Chapter Four, Remembrance

Chapter Five, Contemplation

Chapter Six, Preparation

Chapter Seven... coming soon

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) Imagine: He Protects You

It can be dangerous, especially for the only girl in the Glade.

Warnings: Guys being creeps in the Glade (nothing graphic), bullying, the Maze, danger.

. . .Thomas. . .

It’s a beautiful evening in the Glade.  You’re walking straight along the treeline on your way to run a final errand for Alby at the end of the day.  The sun is no longer visible, as it already descended far enough to be blocked by the walls.

Suddenly, you get the creeps.  It was hard to explain, but you feel goosebumps bloom along your skin, and you get the distinct feeling that you’re not alone.  The lovely glow of the bonfire is in your field of vision, but it’s so far away. It’s where most of the guys are gathered.  You can hear their distant whoops and hollers, reminding you that help is far away too.

A twig snaps, and your suspicions are confirmed.  There’s a figure following several feet behind you, lurking in the shadows cast from the trees above.

So, you veer off your original path to draw closer to the homestead where there would hopefully be someone who hadn’t made it to the bonfire yet.  Whoever it was must have caught on to what you were doing because they instantly pick up their pace.  You begin to hurry, increasing your speed so that they can’t catch you before you make it to what you hope will be a haven of safety.

Your heart is pounding, and your chest heaving with panicked breaths as you finally make it to the homestead.�� 

“Hello?” you call frantically.  

Suddenly, Thomas appears.  He sees your nervous state immediately, his hand taking yours.  But then his eyes lock onto something behind you, and he moves right past you to intercept your pursuer, effectively blocking them from you.

“What’s going on?” he demands.  Your follower is frozen to the spot, stuttering, failing miserably to offer up some sort of explanation.  Thomas steps forward, towering over the guy.  It’s plain to see that he is furious.  His forearms flex and his jaw is clenched.  You can hear his angry breaths as he speaks again.  “That’s what I thought.  Now, get out of here.”

As soon as the guy is gone, Thomas turns around to face you.  His close presence eases your fearful state when he steps into your space, filling your nose with his scent. “You okay?” he asks gently.

You manage a nod.

“We’re going to tell Alby right away.  This isn’t going to happen to you again.  Come here…” He carefully pulls you into his arms for an embrace, as if you’ll break apart if he’s too sudden. You bury your face in his chest, breathing a sigh of relief.  His heartbeat is close to your ears, like a lullaby.

“Thank you…” you whispered.

. . . Newt . . .

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The teasing, the taunts… The inability of certain individuals to just leave you alone.  Ever since you’d rejected him, Allan had made it his life’s mission to make your existence in the Glade all the more difficult.

Most recently, he had purposely bumped into you at lunchtime so that your meal was spilled all over your clothes and onto the ground.  Resources were limited in the Glade.  It was understood that wastefulness wouldn’t be tolerated.  You couldn’t afford to lose food or have clothing ruined.  Fortunately, your clothes would be fine after a wash, but the discarded food was a different story.

You dab at your tank top with a washcloth and pause to look at your reflection in the mirror.  It was all too easy to recall how quickly you’d reached your limit after Allan’s ridiculous ploy.  Your face is still wet from crying, eyes puffy, and lips parted as you took deep breaths.

There’s no use crying over spilled milk, you thought. Or in my case, spilled lunch.

After composing yourself, you decide it’s time to go back out there and face the music. You toss the damp rag aside and march determinedly out of the empty washroom.  To your surprise, you smack right into another individual coming in.  You instantly recognize the blonde hair and grumbles of complaint as he reels from the collision.

“Oi, shank, watch where you’re going-”  Newt quickly realizes it’s you and clamps his mouth shut, extending his hands to each of your shoulders to steady you gently.  He takes in the sight of your tear-stained face with his eyes showing clear concern.  “Hey, what’s gotten into you?”

“Oh, just… Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Newt looks far from convinced, and you lower your gaze.  He’s about to inquire further, but a familiar voice sounds from outside the washroom.

“Hey, _______!” Allan calls tauntingly, making you freeze up.  “How’s it going in there?”

Newt’s eyes instantly flash, and his face scrunches up anger.  You can hardly believe it when Allan continues.

“Sorry about my clumsiness earlier.  Maybe I can make it up to you.  Come on out before I go in there!”

Newt can’t contain himself anymore.  He turns on his heel and heads out of the washroom, and you follow behind just to see the look on Allan’s face when he realizes he’s been caught.

It is so worth it.  Allan’s stupid grin falls hard into a look of horror as the Second-in-Command approaches him furiously.  He doesn’t lay a hand on him, but he looks like he’s awfully close when he jabs a pointer finger in his direction.

“If I ever catch you bothering her, or even breathing in her general direction again, you’ll be a permanent Slopper for the rest of your time here in the Glade.  Do you understand, shank?”

Allan nods quickly, and doesn’t even wait to be dismissed.  He just hurries away, leaving you and Newt both standing there watching him flee.

“Coward,” he mumbles.  Then, Newt turns to you, resting a hand on your arm in a comforting gesture.  “I mean it, you know.  He’ll never bother you again.”

. . . Minho . . .

It’s hard not to panic when you glance up and can no longer see the sun above you. It’s the end of the day, and you’re nearly out of time.  The lightning pain that shoots through your ankle suddenly just becomes too much.  You lean against one of the ivy-covered walls and exhale.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it,” you say aloud, and the words weigh heavily on you.  You mentally scold yourself.  You can’t afford to think that way.  A Runner knows better.  With a wince, you continue limping on your way.  It’s not that the exit from the Maze isn’t close.  If memory serves you right (which it did), it wasn’t too far at all… but at your pace, it would take a lot of effort and some good luck to get you back in time.

Just when you are about to give up again, you hear footsteps rapidly approaching.  Your first thought is that perhaps your cowardly companion had a change of heart, but the footsteps didn’t match.

“Hello?” you call.

“_________!” Minho’s voice responds, and your heart swells with hope.  You aren’t out of the woods just yet, but your chances were much better with help. Minho nearly slides to a stop in front of you, instantly taking your arm and putting it around his broad shoulders to help you up.  There is no time to stop and compare notes, so you update him as he begins helping you back along the path.

“I sprained my ankle.” You hold onto Minho like he’s your lifeline as you push through the pain to keep up with his pace.  He’s right to go so fast.  Time is running out.

“Where’s Derek?” he asks with a grunt.

“He…he left me,” you gasp in pain.  “I think he was worried he wouldn’t make it out in time if he helped me.”

Minho goes quiet for a moment, and you can practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves.  His eyes are focused straight ahead at the path, and he huffs.  Finally, he bites out a sarcastic comment. “I think it’s safe to say that he’s getting demoted from being a Runner.”

You keep talking, trying to distract the both of you from the familiar groan of the Maze walls shifting.  “Why did you come out here?”

“Because it was getting late in the day, and no one had seen you,” he pants.  “Usually, you check in with me right away.  I knew something had to be wrong.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

You continue limping with all your might toward the gate, feeling your heart jump, as the walls on either side begin their agonizingly slow crawl to a close.  There’s a small group standing on the other side, ushering you both out anxiously.  It was mostly Keepers, a select few who had been informed of the problem by Minho.

The two of you fell onto the green grass, gasping for breath, while the others surrounded you.  Alby knelt down beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder.  You just let yourself breathe, tears welling up in your eyes from relief.

“So it’s true?” Gally questioned, brows raised.  “Derek left her in there.” “Yes,” Minho replied, sitting up.  “And he will face the consequences.”  He looked over at you, finally catching his breath.  “You’re safe now.”

. . . Gally . . .

James had been haunting your steps for far too long.  He was always there, always hanging around, and sometimes showing up at the most alarming of instances.  What could be done about it?  It wasn’t as if he’d taken severe enough action to warrant disciplinary measures, you thought.  He was only ever seen staring at you, smirking, and just being an all-around jerk at times.

This time, he’d snatched your tools away from your working station while your back was turned. After uncovering a particularly tough old root, you turned around to get a spade to chop it up, only to see that your things were gone.

A few laughs caught your attention, and you glanced over to see James and one of his shadows standing there, staring at you from several feet away.  You couldn’t say for certain, but it seemed like they had something to do with your missing tools.

So, now you’re debating with yourself on the best course of action.  Do you ignore him and try to rustle up some extra tools from Newt or Zart?  Or do you bother to give this shank the attention he’s so desperately seeking to get your stuff back?

You don’t really like the latter option.  Frankly, James gives you the creeps. The last thing you want is to play his little game… But every minute that you spend deliberating is wasted time that could be put towards helping the Glade.

As much as you despise indulging him, you find yourself marching right over to his work area.  Both James and his minion are laughing in amusement, shoving each other at the sight of you approaching.

“Do you know where my tools went?” you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I might,” James replies cryptically.  “And I might be willing to strike up a bargain for that information.”

You fold your arms across your chest.  “What could you possibly want?”

“Ohh, I don’t know…Perhaps a kiss will do.”

You make a face as the disgust hits you.  “Seriously?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“Yeah, that’s going to be a ‘no’ for me.”  You wave off the concept, turning around.  You decided that your best bet is to find some spare tools.  This just wasn’t worth all the trouble.  Just as you start to leave, James comes running around to block you.

“Hey now, I didn’t say you could go.”

“Yeah, you might want to think about his offer,” James’ lackey said from behind you.  The two of them close in, and you clench your fists in preparation to fight.  If you make enough commotion, you’re sure that someone will notice and come to your aid.

You give him one last chance.  “Let me pass.”

“Come on, just one kiss.  Unless you want more than one after that-” to your relief, James is cut off by a new voice interjecting.

“What’s going on here?” The three of you turn to see Gally standing there, sweating from whatever project he was working on,with dirt and wood shavings on his clothes.  His expression looks expectant as he waits for an explanation, though his tall and bulky form makes him appear positively dangerous as he stares the two guys down with his hands resting on his hips.

“I, uh.. We…”  They break off in stutters and fumbled words.

“I’m fairly certain they have my tools,” you say, and Gally’s famous arched brows raise at the two guys in disbelief.

“Is that so?” As Gally walks forward, he plants his palms harshly on James’ shoulder, shoving him clear out of the way. James stumbles unceremoniously, almost falling straight into the grass.  Gally walks over to the bench and pauses.  He picks up a bundle of leather and tosses it to you, the tools rattling inside.  “Are those yours?”

You recognize it immediately.  “Yes, these are the ones.”

“You shanks had better never even speak to her again.  Understand?” He stares at each of them pointedly with all the authority of a Keeper, and they both nod.  With that, Gally walks up to you and ushers you away with a warm, gentle hand on your back protectively.

“Your timing was impeccable,” you say quietly.  “Thank you.”

“They won’t bother you again.  I’ll make sure of it.”

“I think you already have,” you chuckle.

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You: *says anything good about literally anything other than Gally, even an inanimate object*

Gally: go marry it then

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Boisterous laughs were heard in the Glade, the circle of boys just chillin and playing during their break made others wonder what was happening, causing smiles to grow on their faces again.

They had just heard one of Newt's hilarious stories after he had picked true, and he shook his head with a blush on his face and a small smile, turning to look at the next guy's turn.

And that ended up being (M/n), who made eye contact with the blond almost immediately, "True or dare, (M/n)?"

While everyone calmed down, he was thinking about his choice, always picking true wasn't funny (unless you were Newt) and it's been quite a while since someone picked dare, and that's when he felt Thomas nudging him with a playful chuckle, making him laugh with him.

"Okay, fine... Dare," he said releasing a breath, a faint smile still pulling at the corner of his lip and he saw how Minho leaned closer to Newt's ear to tell him something.

Something that got them both laughing like idiots. And the mischievous look in their eyes worried him for a moment, considering if picking dare was a good idea, this almost seemed planned.

"I dare you to kiss Gally, on the lips," (M/n)'s mouth opened in surprise, speechless for a couple of seconds as he processed Newt's words, hearing everyone around him laughing their ass off like Minho and Newt did, even Alby was having a hard time holding back his laugh.

"You're shucking crazy, Newt?! He's gonna kill me!" He yelled while standing up from his spot on the wooden bench, "If we had a guillotine, my head would be the first one to go there! And all of you after he finds out!" No one paid attention to his words and continued to laugh at his panicked reaction, but Minho seemed to have regained himself enough before everyone else did.

"Come on, it's... just a kiss, it doesn't have to be longer than a second," pushing his hair back in frustration, (M/n) sat back down with a heavy sigh, he looked up at everyone and frowned.

"Has this happened before? Daring someone to kiss Gally?" Fry nodded but didn't add anything after that, not even to reassure him that he'll be fine- which he knows he won't, he sighed and shrugged, "Alright... Where's Gally?"

(M/n) saw Newt wriggling his eyebrows while his eyes were focused on something- someone, behind him, "There he is," he looked over his shoulder, and effectively, Gally was working on something over there, completely silent and focused, looking as serious as always, "Go, your prince is waiting~" Newt said in a teasing voice when (M/n) stood up, everyone chuckled at the idea of Gally being a 'prince'.

He smiled a bit and started walking away, "Shut the hell up, Newt."

His smile was soon wiped off his face, cold sweat running down his spine followed by shivers, his palms felt clammy, making him wipe them on his shirt. He occasionally glanced back at the boys, only to see them chuckling and giving him a thumbs up as a way of encouragement.

Now, (M/n) was within hearing distance of Gally, so taking a deep breath he approached him a few more steps, thinking 'you can do it' to himself a few times, "Uh, Gally?"

Gally looked up at the call of his name, his green eyes looking into his (e/c) ones, the movements his hands did to tie the pieces of wood together momentarily stopping.

"What do you want?" He continued working, sparing a few glances at (M/n), realizing how nervous he looked.

"I..." Nothing, he could barely breathe properly, even less formulate a sentence. Gally frowned when (M/n) simply stayed quiet, and annoyed, he completely stopped working, turning his body to look at him.

"You?" He added with an irritated tone, making (M/n) anxiously shift in place and wipe his hands again, Gally didn't miss that, wondering what was going on with him all of a sudden.

(M/n) looked down at the grass under his feet, "Can you promise me you won't punch me?" Gally pressed his tongue against his cheek, his jaw tensing at the question.

"I wanna punch you right now, (M/n)," he just nodded as he took a deep breath, understanding that he was making the situation worse by behaving like this.

"I can do it," he mumbled loud enough for Gally to hear him.

"Can do what?" (M/n) didn't even bother answering him, mostly because he didn't actually hear him over the sound of his own thoughts, and he quickly approached Gally before he lost all the courage he managed to gather in the past ten seconds.

Everything seemed to going in slow motion in the Glade, Gally watched how (M/n) got closer and closer to him, making him feel nervous and anxious, something not many could say have accomplished. And yet, it seemed like (M/n) didn't have to do much to make him feel like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any given moment.

Gally shifted in place as he observed (M/n) with uncertainty, but soon, his mind was going numb.

(M/n) had reached his arms up to hold him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and pressing their lips together. Gally's eyes were wide open for a moment, processing what was happening, and yet, his hands went up to gently hold (M/n)'s wrists as his eyes closed, his whole body tingling and face heating up at the feeling of (M/n)'s lips pressed against his.

His sleepless nights imagining, fantasizing, and daydreaming about kissing (M/n) didn't even come close to how he felt right now. It almost felt like they were the only ones around. And he liked that. The small moan he let out was a clear giveaway of the fact.

However, the kiss was cut short when (M/n) backed away. He was caught by surprise at the... Pretty moan he heard from Gally, and now he was really confused.

And seeing Gally blushing made him believe that he was actually knocked down or was killed by him because there was no way that Gally was blushing. He looked taken aback and flustered, his hand reaching up to cover his lips with the back of it, looking away without making eye contact.

(M/n) swears he saw a hint of a smile too.

"Uhm... Gally?" He asked unsure, almost flinching at the soft look in his green eye when he glanced back at him, it was... New and rather nice, it felt good to not be constantly glared at for once.

"We'll talk about this later," and just like that, he left him standing there alone.

(M/n) watched how Gally ran away back to the main building, and he slowly turned around, his steps hesitant as he walked back to the boys, who seemed just as surprised as him.

"What was that?" Thomas asked as soon as he arrived, he opened his mouth to talk but didn't have any answer to that.

He shook his head from side to side and shrugged, "I don't know, Tommy..."

With the tense atmosphere, everyone decided it would be best to stop playing for now and just talk, but (M/n) wasn't feeling like talking at the moment, so he simply excused himself, muttering something about having a headache and he went to the infirmary when Winston told him he could rest there.

Laying on the bed, he racked his brain about the situation, remembering the kiss and Gally's reaction. (M/n) thought that it would've been nice if Gally only pushed him away and left with a threat, but... He was really confused about how Gally reacted.

The last thing he expected was to see him blush and just leave.

He let out a groan and rubbed his face with his hands, deciding that staying in bed wasn't gonna help him, he needed to distract himself with some work. Even if that meant seeing Gally.

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- The other Gladers being confused as to how it even happened in the first place because to them and Gally, you deserved better but out of everyone you could've possibly chosen to fall in-love with, you chose him. Or at least that's what the others said

"I didn't choose to fall in-love with him." You confessed to one of your best-friends, Newt.

"So do you regret it?" He asked.

"No, not at all." You replied as a soft smile graced your face.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, standing on the other side of the tree stood a now flustered Gally who felt like butterflies had suddenly entered his stomach.

- It was odd at first, mainly because of the reaction the other Gladers gave but in their defense, how could they not. The mean ole Keeper of The Builders who was quick to send someone to the Slammer suddenly acting like not an asshole? That’s something you don’t see everyday.

- Except as your relationship with Gally grew stronger, the other Gladers did see the softer, more romantic side of him. Much to their dismay.

- It wasn’t that they hated the relationship, they were glad that the two of you were happy but it was simply the fact that the softer side that Gally reserved for you was something they never expected for him to have, let alone show!

- The first time the others got to see the softer side of Gally was when you had gotten hurt and was stuck in the Med Jack’s hut for a few days. After raining hell on the other Gladers for even letting you get hurt in the first place, they all watched as his demeanour visibly softened as he went to comfort you. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you leaned against his chest, the other boys found it hard to believe what they just saw and it wasn’t until Gally noticed that they finally moved,

“Don’t you shanks have work to do? Or are you going to keep staring?”

- Slowly though, as the others became more used to Gally’s mood immediately brightening when you were in a three meter radius of him, they thankfully stopped looking shell-shocked whenever he would show any sort of affection to you, though, it didn’t mean they weren’t surprised.

- The other Gladers, and you included actually, were always surprised at the little things he’d do like picking flowers for you because he knew you liked them, or building you a hut for the two of you to sleep in because you complained of the boys snoring at night disrupting your sleep.

- Of course, as Gally’s soft side became a usual sight to see whenever he was around you, this meant that teasing started happening. A lot of teasing.

“Gotten soft now have we?”

“Shuck off before you spend the night in the slammer for slacking off!”

- If he were to even spend a second looking at you when he wasn’t supposed to be, he’d better hope no one caught him.

“Pretty breathtaking they are.”

“Oh shove off!”

- He’d become this flustered and soft boy because while what they say is true, he never thought he’d ever be experiencing this. It felt new, the things he was now feeling because of you and he didn’t know if he had felt these feelings before the Glade but he didn’t mind. Regardless of who he may have had before, it didn’t matter because he now had you

- When Thomas came up in the box, things started going South fairly quickly

- In the span of three weeks he had managed to become a runner, not to mention breaking several rules doing so, and all while trying to find an escape from the maze

- That night when Minho shoved a spear through Gally’s chest, you barely remember being lifted up from the ground and onto the berg. It was hard for you to peel your eyes off of him but it wasn't until he was finally out of sight that you lowered your head and instead opted to stare at the floor for the rest of the trip, not quite sure how to react or feel after the event you had experienced. He had just killed Chuck but he was also stung. But that would also mean, with the spear now through his chest, that he’d be dead....

- The ride was silent. No one spoke, and if they did then the conversation was short-lived before the soft hum of the berg was the only sound you could hear

- Knowing how hard it must've been for you, even though he was also grieving, Newt spent most of his time with you. Not that you complained of course. Aside from Gally, Newt was one of your best-friends, even if the two boys were always tense around each-other. They managed to push it aside for your sake, or at least they often tried to

- Entering the Scorch, because the maze was apparently not enough for WICKED, Newt started to become more protective over you. He knew that you were more than capable of fending for yourself— Gally made sure you knew how to because even he knew he wouldn't be able to protect you forever, but that didn't help with the growing worry that something might happen to you whether it was intentional or not.

- When WICKED discovers their location in the mountains while a doctor tended to Brenda's bite, WICKED manages to not only destroy their base but take Minho along with them. It only takes an ounce of hope from Thomas for you and your friends to agree on working on a plan to save Minho, even if there were some protests. Mainly that from Newt

"(Y/N) I don't want you going." Newt said as he walked into your room that you had already started packing up.

"Well it's a good thing that I don't care." You scoffed in response. Shoving the last of your minimal belongings into a bag, you got up to leave when the blond blocked your way.

"I'm being serious-"

"And so am I. '' You cut him off as you crossed your arms against your chest. From your tone to body language, it was like you were challenging him and luckily for you, you weren't in the Glade anymore so his 'Second in Command' title meant nothing.

Newt let out a sigh of defeat knowing there was no use in arguing with you. "It'll be dangerous."

A smirk grew on your lips as you realized you had won before replying. "Nothing I can't handle."

"I know," He said as he pulled you into a hug. "I know."

Silence filled the room as you two stood there in each-others soft embrace. Not sure if this would be the last time you'd be able to spare a hug. This could be a death mission for all you knew.

"We're leaving at sunset, get some food and rest if you can, it won't be an easy ride." He told you as he pulled away from the hug.

- After months of finalizing the plan and pinpointing every detail to a t, it finally came the day to act on it but just as you began to believe that it would go according to plan, WICKED managed to slip through your fingers as you all realized Minho was no longer there

-This time, with absolutely no more time to waste, you joined Newt, Thomas and Frypan in going to the Last City to find Minho. The plan this time was simple: get Minho back and stay alive.

- While the plan consisting of only two parts seemed fairly simple, you had failed to consider just how your life was never anything close to simple. Because here you were, surrounded by men in gas masks strapped with rifles with the boy you had fallen in love with and had thought was dead, standing right before you.

"Hey." He said, unsure of how to start this conversation. It was especially hard with so many people around watching you both

You stood there still shocked, a million thoughts and doubts running through your mind as you struggled to believe the sight before you. Hoping this wasn't another dream, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him, practically melting into his touch as he held you tightly.

"You're here, you're really here." You mumbled as your mind failed to believe that he was really here.

"Can't let my last moment with you be while I was stung." He joked as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm here baby, I'm still here."

As you managed to slow your breathing and take in the fact that he was alive and well, you lifted your face up from your chest to whisper in his ear. "Do they have to stand here with their guns?" Referencing to the men still surrounding you. Guns in hand and ready to fire if they were ordered to.

Gally chuckled, momentarily forgetting that they were still on guard, before waving his hand to dismiss them. The men nodded and quickly left, leaving the two of you, along with the rest of your friends, alone to further discuss how to finally get Minho back.