#alby imagine

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i will raise hell to the bitter end.

I don’t think Messmer visits the jar clinic in his Keep often… they remind him too much of his Mother.

Btw, he wears a golden ring on the middle finger of his left hand…

in Palmistry, that indicates responsibility, balance, justice. usually it’s sth the head of the family wear, but no other characters wear sth like that. he’s truly the sole heir to all of Marika’s happiness & all of her pain.

[mssorceressupreme]

Saviour | Minho x Reader

Summary: the gladers pull a prank on you, stealing your clothes while you’re showering, leaving you stranded there with nothing at all. Minho accidentally walks in on you, and you ask him for a favour.

Warnings: mild bullying/teasing

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The hot water felt like a rare luxury, washing away the grime and exhaustion from your time in the glade. Being the newest member, or greenie, as they called you, meant that every day was a new challenge, full of unfamiliar faces and daunting tasks.

The shower was the only place where you could find a moment of peace, especially since you were the only girl.

You had just finished lathering up and rinsing off when you heard faint giggles and whispers outside. You dismissed it, assuming it was just some of the boys messing around.

But as you turned off the water and reached for your clothes from the shared clothing rack outside, panic set in. The rack was empty. Your clothes were gone.

All that was left was a tiny towel which you brought with you inside the shower. And it was barely enough to cover you.

Given that it was only boys in the glade before you arrived, there wasn’t a need for shower hooks or racks inside the shower, as most of them wandered around freely without a single care, grabbing their clothes from the shared rack outside the shower station and proceeding with their day as usual.

Your heart ached as you clutched the towel around yourself. There was no way you could step out like this. You were stuck, anxious and scared, not knowing what to do.

Minutes ticked by, and your mind was a whirl of panic and embarrassment. You were so caught up in fear that you didn’t hear the door open.

Minho opened the door, a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his well-carved and defined abs. You knew that being a runner meant that he was fit, but wow, he was truly fit.

“Ah-I’m in here—” you shouted, voice trembling. Moving to the corner of the shower to distance yourself from Minho.

Minho froze, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment as he saw you without any apparel except for the tiny towel, “Oh, uh, sorry! I didn’t think anyone was in here.��� He turned around, closing the door.

“Wait—please, don’t go!” You pleaded, desperately.

Though this was your first time properly interacting with Minho, you felt that he was someone you could trust.

You saw Minho come to a halt outside from the opening beneath the shower door, his feet facing towards the door now, “You need something?” His voice curious, a hint of concern.

“Someone stole my clothes, and I can’t leave like this—please, I feel so humiliated…” you felt a lump in your throat, eyes welling up from this situation, honestly, it was a combination of emotions making you feel on the verge of tears. The feeling of being in this new unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people was petrifying.

Realisation dawned on Minho, and he frowned. On his way back from the maze, he recalled a group of gladers running around and sniggering, carrying clothes that seemed a bit too small for them. “Stay right here. I’ll handle this.”

He left the shower station and you sank to the floor. Clutching the tiny towel around you.

Moments later, you heard Minho’s voice, angry and authoritative, echoing through the compound.

“Hey! Get back here, you shanks!”

Through the small hole in the shower, you saw Minho, dripping wet, chasing after a group of gladers. His towel was barely holding on, his muscular build flexing as his ran. Despite your predicament, you couldn’t help but admire him.

“If you ever pull something like that again, I’ll have Alby put you guys in the pit! And if you’re still not careful, banished.” He was stern, no glimmer of kindness.

Though he wasn’t first or second in command, the gladers held Minho highly. His position as keeper of the runners was much respected, especially since it would be him, of all people, finding the way out for you. It was no easy job, even you knew he was someone important when Newt explained who Minho was before you even saw him.

A few minutes later, Minho knocked on the door, “Still here greenie?”

You slowly opened the door, reaching your hand out to grab your clothes from him. His face was flushed, a mix of anger and exertion, “Here,” he said, as he handed them to you. “I’m sorry about those shuckheads. It won’t happen again.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, “I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “I’ll wait outside to make sure no one bothers you.”

You quickly dressed, feeling a mix of gratitude and something else you couldn’t quite identify.

When you stepped out, Minho was leaning against the wall, his eyes scanning the area protectively.

“Thank you Minho,” you said again, feeling the need to express my gratitude. The awkwardness from earlier became a foreign feeling, for some reason, it was comforting to be in his presence despite him seeing you cloth-less just now.

“It’s no problem,” he replied gently, “We look out for each other here. I’ll make sure no one messes with you again.”

You shared a moment of silence. A sweet but short gaze into those warm brown eyes of his, before he cleared his throat.

“Well uh, I better clean up before the builders hog the stalls, but catch you at dinner?” Minho smiled.

“Oh yeah right—yeah, see you at dinner!” You jogged off.

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Dinner time arrived in a matter of moments. It was a chaotic affair with everyone crowding into the dining hall, laughing and talking loudly.

You scanned the room and spotted Minho, who waved over to with him and the other runners. Relief warned over you as you made your way through the crowd to his side.

For the first time you had someone to sit with, it felt nice to have a friend.

We barely settled into our seats when a group of boys approached our table, the same ones who had pulled the prank earlier.

“Need your boyfriend to get your clothes for you again?” One of them sneered. “Want him to serve you dinner too?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks as they laughed, their teasing hitting a sore spot. Being the only girl in the glade was hard enough without their torment.

Minho’s expression darkened, and he stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor which darted most of the attention towards him, “You better shut up before I make you,” he gritted his teeth.

He had no idea where this sudden protective instinct was coming from, especially since you barely know each other, but he felt the overwhelming urge to protect you.

The laughter stopped abruptly as the boys realised that Minho was serious. Tension crackled in the air and for a moment, it seemed like a fight was inevitable.

They stood face to face, Minho’s fist tightening as he clenched his jaw.

Just then, Alby and Newt appeared, quickly moving to pull Minho back. “Calm down, Minho.” Alby said firmly, placing a hand on his chest.

“Yeah they’re not worth it,” you added, stepping forward to calm him. You placed a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch.

Minho looked down at you, his anger slowly dissipating. He let out a frustrated sigh and allowed himself to be guided back to his seat. The boys, seeing they were outnumbered, backed off, muttering under their breaths.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly once you were seated again.

“Yeah, I just hate seeing them treat you like that. If they weren’t so lucky, they’d be banished by now.” Minho replied, his eyes smouldering with residual anger. “I just don’t want anyone hurting you.”

You held your breath, before placing your hand on his, both of you jolting slightly at the contact of your hands, it was an all too familiar touch. You smiled softly at him.

His protectiveness touched you deeply. Despite the touch exterior, there was a kindness in him that made you feel safe.

“Can I stay with you for the rest of the evening?” You asked hesitantly, “I just…I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Minho nodded, a small but assuring smile, “Of course.”

The rest of the evening, you grabbed dinner and found a quiet spot away from the others. You talked, shared stories, and slowly, a bond began to form between you.

Minho’s presence was a comfort, and the more time you spent with him, the more you realised how much you liked him. Could this friendship turn into something more? You wondered.

As the night wore on, and the glade fell silent, Minho walked you back to your hammock. “Thank you for today,” you looked up at him with an appreciative smile, you truly did not know what you would have done without him.

“Anytime greenie,” he replied, a warm smile playing on his lips, “I’ll always be here for you.”

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WORRIED

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A/N: first story!! feel free to give me feedback and enjoy!!

Warnings: nothing really just a little fluff ig

Word count: 843

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He's late.

Minho’s never late

You were starting to get worried.

You begin to pace back and forth, running all the possible scenarios through your mind

Did a griever sting him during the time?

Is he hurt?

Is Alby dead?

Yesterday, Ben was stung by a griever in the daytime. That night, Minho told you that tomorrow, he and Alby would go back to the maze and retrace Ben's steps.

That same night he told you, you lay awake on your hammock with a sinking feeling in your stomach causing you to get minimum sleep that night.

You planned to wake up early that next morning to say goodbye to him. Unfortunately, you were too late.

That whole day you couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

You were in the Medhut cleaning up when you heard voices outside. You left the hut and jogged to the commotion.

Many gladers were surrounding the maze with torches in their hands. You slow down walking toward Newt to ask what happened.

“They should be back by now,” Newt said, gesturing toward the maze. Your heart dropped, and that sinking feeling in your gut got worse.

“What happens if they don't make it?” Thomas questions standing between you and Newt.

“They're gonna make it,” Newt argues.

Thomas continued arguing about how they should send someone in there but you were too worried to care besides, you knew that was against the rules.

You were deep in thought when you were interrupted by the maze doors closing. The gladers, including you, started to panic.

“There!” Thomas shouted pointing toward something at the end of the corridor.

It was Minho and Alby but something was wrong.

Alby seemed to be unconscious.

“Hurry!” She heard gladers cheering him on and soon she found herself joining in.

“Come on Minho”

“Just a little more!”

“You can make it!”

“Minho, you gotta leave him!” But you knew Minho too well, he would never.

The doors were about to close when suddenly, Thomas ran through them.

“Thomas, No!” you hear Chuck shout trying to grab his hand but failing.

And just like that Minho, Alby, and Thomas were stuck in the maze

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Everyone was getting ready to set up camp outside for the night.

You sat on the grass near the wall when Newt walked toward you with a sleeping bag in one hand and a plate with a sandwich in the other.

You accepted both, thanking him.

“Eat up and get some rest,” he advised you as he walked away to his sleeping bag.

You tossed and turned all night wishing you could have run into the maze instead of Thomas.

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“Y/N, the doors are about to open,” Newt spoke out, shaking you awake.

You got up and hurried with Newt to the maze doors and pushed through the crowd as the doors began to open.

The corridor was empty. You couldn't believe it.

“Minho!” You yell out waiting for a response.

Silence echoed through the maze.

Newt placed a hand on your shoulder “They're not coming back Y/N,”

You turn around to look at him, shaking your head. “There has to be something we can do!” You argue.

“No way!” Chuck lets out.

You turn around to see Thomas and Minho helping Alby to the Glade.

“Yeah!”

Gladers begin to cheer them on. You were filled with so much happiness you also began cheering them on.

“I got him,” Jeff says, laying Alby on the ground.

“Did you see a griever?” Chuck questions.

“Yeah, I saw one”

“He didn't just see it, he killed it,” Minho explains.

They immediately decide to call a meeting.

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After the meeting and the new Greenie, You went up to the tree house tired and overwhelmed with all the events that happened.

You were too deep in thought when suddenly another pair of feet were next to you.

“Hi”

“Hi,” You let out barely above a whisper.

“How are you doing?” he asks, you let out a small laugh “ I should be the one asking you that.”

He chuckles, Then it goes silent again.

You turn to face him but you find him already looking at you. You wrap your arms around him. He stiffens at first then wraps his arms around your waist.

“I was worried about you” You whisper, not sure if he heard you.

“Who wouldn't miss my handsome face?” he says, causing you to laugh and hug him tighter.

You finally let go, looking him in the eyes.

“Promise me you'll always come back,”

He node “I promise”

You stare into his eyes, as he stares into yours.

He then began moving closer towards you.

You closed your eyes and then felt a pair of soft lips on yours.

You kissed him back passionately.

After a while, you both pull away to catch your breath.

“I'm guessing that means you like me too?” he says, staring at you with a slight blush on his cheek.

You nod, pulling him in for another kiss.

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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

[bri-the-fando-meister]

You're Safe With Me

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Minho x reader female

Summary: Minho is out on a daily run to map the maze and he finds a girl trapped in the maze, on her own, with no sign of how she got there. Minho takes her back to the glade, and looks after her for her first night.

Word count: 1950

Read time : 13 minutes

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Cool rock on your face, littered with debris. Nice and relaxing coolness, want to sleep. Dust filling air, hard to breathe, want to cough, dry throat, can't cough. Constant thump, distant and mesmerizing. Loud breathing, mine or someone else's?

"I want sleep, but where am I?" you croak, burning your throat as you speak. You opened your eyes.

Walls, tall and ancient , ivy covered walls, three walls surrounding you, one long corridor. Trapped, your chest felt tight and you found it hard to breathe.

You got up and walked toward the end of the corridor and saw two exits, you took a step back, hide.

The thumps got louder, closer and closer. And heavy breathing followed it. Someone was there. Who. Maybe it's a person.

I should check. But I am scared. I should check. My chest is tight again.

Dizzy, spinning walls, the dirt is flying. Must. Check. Now. Sit down before I fall. Yell out, now sitting, I am safe.

"Help me! Where am I?" you croaked half yelling.

"Who are you, where are you? How did you get in here? I am going to find you." a voice replied.

"O-ok"

"just stay where you are." it ordered

You were sitting too close to the entryway of your corridor. So that's when he saw you and you saw him, he kind of, almost, maybe ran into you.

He lowered his body to match your height and reached one of his arms to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, you flinched.

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay. You are safe now. Let's get you out of here and get you some food and water." the boy spoke gently "You are safe with me."

He hooked his arm over your shoulders and using his free hand, he held onto your hands.

"It's okay, you are safe, I promise"

"I get that I am safe but, but are there more of you? Like, more people?"

"Yeah, there are more people, they are all great people."

"Okay then, keep them away from me. By the way, what is your name?"

"My name? Minho. I am Minho"

"Okay Minho, I don't want to meet your friends."

You stopped walking, you understood he was taking you to them.

"I know that you are scared, but please, you need to keep moving. How about you, what is your name?"

"Y/n"

After an hour of walking and being dragged, you had arrived to a point where there was a break in the walls, leading out to a grassy square, filled with boys running about, working.

You hid around a corner, "No, I am not going." It didn't faze Minho as he walked into the grassy place and yelled.

"Alby! I am back!" a boy came running to Minho

"Newt, where's Alby? I need to show him something"

"Sorry Minho, he can't come, he is dealing with something important at the moment."

"Okay then Newt, if you say so. You are going to want to see this."

Minho began leading the boy assumably called Newt to your location, you told him you didn't want to meet anyone else.

"Minho, NO, I told you I didn't want to meet your stupid friends"

"Minho, who the shuck said that?"

"Ahhh, does Alby's important business have something to do with no greenie being in the box when it came up?" you poked your head around the corner to listen in.

"Yeah....."

"Well, Newt. I found our greenie in the middle of the maze." He gestured foy you to come to him.

"Come on darling, it's okay. This is Newt, he is really nice. Remember, I promised that you would be safe with me." Newt waved.

You began to slowly walk to the two boys, when you got there you grabbed Minho's arm and hugged it closely for comfort, he looked down at you and swilled a warm smile.

"Minho, I want you to come back with me, I feel safe in there, come back with me." you began to tug his arm, but his tall muscular build made it impossible to move him. After giving up you just walked back into the walls, Minho followed. Newt yelled to him. "Minho, you have like, 30 seconds to get out."

"Look, you need to get out of here, it isn't safe in here, you could die on your own."

"Minho, Get out now!" Newt yelled

"I am sorry, but you have to move"

"10-9" Minho picked you up and began to run "8-7-6-5" a few meters left to the grass "4-3" A giant gust of wind "2" you fell out of Minho's arms and landed on the grass "1" BANG!

"You still want to be in there now? You could have died for shuck sake. What were you thinking?" Newt was yelling at you. You began to cry, you didn't like yelling.

Yelling hurt, you couldn't quite connect the dots but, you remembered when you were yelled at, you would get hit.

You cowered, bracing for impact through heavy sobs. "Please don't hit me. Please don't. Don't hit me. Don't yell. What did I do wrong. I am sorry. Just hit me."

You cried so hard and found it hard to breathe, "Just hit me already, I am used to it. Sorry for being a burden."

When you didn't get hit you decided to see what was happening, so you turned your head. When you turned around you saw Minho having a go at Newt because of what he did. Newt pointed at you and spoke to Minho "You might want to talk to her, calm her down"

"Hey, hey. It's okay" he sat down on the grass with you, you were curled up in a loose ball so he wrapped himself around you. Giving you a warm hug.

"Do you want me to just be here, or do you want me to comfort you?"

"Both." you said, in broken sobs "I don't think that I like Newt."

"I get that you might not like him but, he was yelling out of concern, you could have died today, and he was very worried about you."

"I know, I, I just remember that whenever I got yelled at, I would be hit until I couldn't feel it anymore. Yelling hurts, I don't like it"

"He is sorry, I already talked to him, he didn't know that that triggered you."

"Okay, it was just a bit scary."

"I know, it's okay now. I promise, you are safe. Also, meet Alby, he is our leader."

"Hey there greenie, I see you have already made close friends with my best man."

"How long have you been watching?"

"I have been standing there since I heard you bawling your eyes out. Sorry about Newt, he was just really worried about you, he always is worried about the green-beans. By the way, what's your name?"

"Y/n, that's my name."

"Well then Y/n, we are going to need to find you some sleeping arrangements, it is already dark."

"Okay, where can I sleep?"

"We have some huts, some of the guys already sleep in them, the most important ones at least. Lucky Minho has one. And we have some hammocks outside the homestead. Your choice."

"Minho, can I sleep in your hut? I can take the floor if you want."

"Uhh, sure. If you really want to, I will take the floor though."

"Well, Y/n, now you have sleeping arrangements you'd be best to go have a sleep, you have had a rough day. We will need to talk in the morning so we can set a few boundaries."

Minho helped pull you up off of the ground.

"Let's go, I will show you my hut." he smiled so warmly that you couldn't help but calm down a bit.

He hooked his arm around your waist and walked you away to his hut.

"Here we are Y/n, this is my hut, just let me unlock it" he fumbled around his pocket for his keys and finally fished them out. when he unlocked it you got a strong smell of woodiness and a bit of boy funk, but it was quite comforting.

The room was about three meters by three meters, not too big but big enough to have his bed and chair in there.

He pushed the chair into the corner and placed a sleeping bag on the floor. He made the bed and pulled all the sheets back into place and put the pillow back on the bed. It wasn't much but it was his hut, it had bits of paper strewn everywhere and had notes scrawled on them.

He pointed to the bed "Sleep, you need it"

"But, what about you, you don't need to sleep on the floor."

"I can sleep in the sleeping bag, I say you sleep on the bed, so do it."

You got into his bed and curled up under his covers. The smell of them were so comforting. You couldn't sleep though, you felt too vulnerable, you could be hit while you were asleep, nightmares could come.

After what felt like hours of tossing and turning you finally gave up trying to sleep, you were too scared.

"Minho, are you still awake"

"Yeah, what's up Y/n? To busy wanting to talk to me than sleep hey?" Minho was half-asleep, he spoke groggily, he sounded like he was drunk.

"I can't sleep, I am too scared, I don't want to be here."

Minho got up and sat on the end of the bed.

"Look, you need to go to sleep, it isn't healthy being awake for too long. What can I do to help you sleep?"

"I don't know, I don't feel safe, what if Newt comes and yells again, and hits me this time?" You sat up. "I don't want to be alone."

"You aren't alone Y/n, how about I sit next to you until you fall asleep. Do you think that would help?"

"O-ok. Thanks"

"Would you mind scooching over though, so I can sit next to you."

"Yeah, sure." you shuffled over so that you were a bit closer to the wall.

Minho stood up and walked towards your end of the bed and sat down, well actually, more like he fell. "Sorry Y/n, just tripped on my shucking rubbish"

He pulled the covers off of you and shifted his body down so that he was lay next to you. Then he pulled the covers back onto both of you.

"Thanks Minho, I, I just don't feel safe here, or anywhere. It's like I am missing something."

Minho began to fiddle with your hair.

"You know Y/n, I think that you are overreacting. And you also need a hug"

Minho forced his arm under your back and pulled you into his warm chest, embracing you, comforting you. "Remember, I told you that you are safe with me"

"Minho, thankyou, thanks for making me feel safe, making me feel like I am worth it."

"Anytime Y/n, but maybe next time, do what you're told, you could have died today, if it weren't for Newt, I wouldn't have gotten you out in time."

"He's still scary though" you mumbled, groggily.

The warmth of Minho's chest was comforting, soothing and relaxing. You were in just the right spot to listen to his heartbeat, it was almost as mesmerizing as his footsteps when he was running.

"Y/n, I understand that, but I will keep you safe, I will protect you. so go to sleep now, I will too, I am already too comfy to go back to my sleeping bag."

You chuckled.

"Okay Minho, goodnight" then you were out like a light.

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[petrichor-idyllic]

I would like to request headcanons for the maze runner boys for how would they react when they're jealous of you.

Luv you <3

Wooo, I love writing headcanons, they're a hell of a lot easier than full stories. I'm assuming you mean when they're jealous over you, so that's what I'm going with.

Gender neutral reader because the pronouns are unspecified.

Also I have seen your request for a part 2 to "warmth in cold places" and I will do that after I've finished your headcanon requests because it'll be simpler lol, hope that's okay.

ENVY IS A SIN

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. Gender-neutral!Reader x All boys. Not established relationships, just long-term crushes from some jealous boys. You're close with the boys, and despite them not knowing how you feel- they just can't help but be jealous.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some possessiveness, violence and suggestive themes. Alby is based more on the book to add some variety.

What happens when your favourite Glader boys get jealous over you?

Let's find out.

THOMAS

Thomas is definitely a... controversial character amongst the Glade.

Which means that the Gladers (especially Gally and the other's that don't hold his favour), would often flirt with you just to get a rise out of him.

It's not like you two are dating or anything, but he'd clearly have a thing for you.

And he's not exactly the most self-assured person around. Yanno- with the identity crisis, no memories of his life, people accusing him of everything under the sun- you get the picture.

The boy already has enough insecurities on his plate- nevermind watching the person he has feelings for get hit on.

He's not exactly one to start physical altercations, but it wouldn't be rare to feel his 500-yard death stare from across the Glade.

"Gally's talking to them again."

Newt would get to hear the worst of Thomas's internal conflicts.

He'd find it funny, but kind of annoying.

"They're just talkin', mate- it ain't a crime."

"He's doing it to get to me. I know he is."

"Seems to be workin'."

"Shut up."

Despite not wanting to get into a fight, Thomas would occasionally butt into conversations.

He can be sarcastic, something he's picked up off of Minho (but not nearly as good at), and he would be snappy and condescending when diving face first into trying to steal your attention.

Which would leave you concerned as you'd have to blankly watch Thomas bicker with someone in a way you can't quite understand.

Thomas isn't stupid.

He'd be fully aware he has no right to be so jealous or meddling, but until he actually gains the courage to say something about his feelings, you better get used to it.

NEWT

Newt is far more level-headed than Thomas.

He is respectful and busy, remaining calm in the majority of situations he has to face.

Though, like Thomas, he would absolutely be the type to stand with a tense jaw, staring while you interact with some poor, unknowing boy as Newt plots murder in his head.

Newt is confident in his skills, and doesn't have much time to focus on romantic endeavours. But there would be the creeping feeling of possessiveness as he'd watch you talk to the other boys.

He'd prefer to talk to the culprit in private, giving them a warning nod to keep their distance.

"I'm telling you to stay away from them."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

It wouldn't go much further than that.

The boys heed Newt's warnings- despite his reputation, he isn't exactly someone people want to upset.

Alby and Minho would find it very funny that the only time Newt chooses to actually use the power he has is when it comes to scaring people away from you.

"You're literally the Second in Command, and the only time you actually tell people what to do is when you get all shuckin' possessive over a crush? Ha! That's the best thing I've ever heard."

"Shut up, Minho."

When you'd bring it up to him that less and less people are talking to you, he would just shrug it off.

Of course, Minho would absolutely tell you what's actually going on because he can't keep his mouth shut, but you can only knowingly smile until Newt is willing to finally tell you himself.

MINHO

Minho is a reckless and unsubtle man.

He lives with his life on the line permanently, and is pretty blunt about most things.

He would absolutely tell you to your face that he doesn't like someone, or how they're acting around you.

"I just don't like what Zart said earlier- he's gettin' too shuckin' friendly."

He'd also go out of his way to be physically intimidating and make himself look better than whoever his competitor is.

That includes but is not exclusive to:

- Knocking shoulders with people who are talking to you.

- Loud (and obnoxious) insults aimed at anyone who dares get too close.

- The more than once he'd almost get into a physical fight.

- Casually throwing an arm over your shoulder to assert dominance.

He'd also be a sulky bitch.

Minho doesn't seem like the type to be good with his feelings, so apart from the initial rage, confrontation, and warnings- he would strop.

He'd have no grounds to, and Newt would remind him of that since you guys aren't dating.

But that wouldn't stop him.

"Dude, if you keep pouting like a shank, they're never gonna like you back."

"I'm not pouting."

He'd get over it, eventually.

Minho isn't an insecure person. He'd know there were something more between you both. The problem would lie in whether he'd be the only person you had that something with.

That is why he would sulk.

Because deep down, you'd be almost like a weak spot for him.

Though, it would kind of become a sort of unspoken rule not to flirt with you- after all, no one wants an angry Minho after them.

GALLY

Gally is like Minho, only ten times worse and borderline homicidal.

There would be many Gladers who would show up with broken noses and a nervous disposition after they'd be seen talking to you.

(And Gally with broken knuckles.)

He's terrible at controlling his feelings and expressing them in a healthy way.

He would be especially harsh if he saw someone making you uncomfortable.

"I'm going to shucking kill that bastard!"

Frypan would make comical commentary.

"Y'all still aren't together then, huh?"

"Shut up, Fry."

"Ah- figures."

He would also be incredibly insecure.

Sure, he's not the most liked guy around, but he thought you guys were close. That he might have a chance with you.

So, instead of having a healthy conversation with you about maybe establishing a relationship, he would react in a rash way.

Which would definitely not be a good way to show he cares about you.

But the boy has issues.

Alby would absolutely get mad at him and tell him to stop.

He'd then start insulting people instead.

FRYPAN

Frypan would probably...

Do nothing.

Nope.

He doesn't like conflict and despite being a jokester, he doesn't actually want to cause any problems.

And he's not about to go around bashing people when he doesn't even know if the feeling is mutual (*cough* something the other boys can learn from *cough*).

He'd probably keep his mouth shut and try to judge things from spending time with you.

He might talk to Gally about it.

"You could just ask them?"

"Would you ask them if you were me?"

"Fair point."

He'd definitely just silently simmer in his own emotions whilst staring off into space.

Though, when he'd be with you- you'd have absolutely no idea he was jealous or possessive at all.

He would never do anything to upset you.

He'd definitely lie awake at night thinking about it and how you might like someone else and what would he even do with himself?

But he'd never tell you.

Or show you.

Your happiness always comes first.

ALBY

Alby would throw them in the Slammer.

Wouldn't even hesitate.

Looked at you for too long?

Slammer.

Made a flirty comment?

Slammer.

Bad and slightly inappropriate joke?

Slammer.

He is a very busy man. He doesn't have the time to keep an eye on you all the time, so, putting anyone who crosses a line in the Slammer would definitely make that easier.

"Why's Ben in the Slammer again, Alby?"

"Why do you think, Newt?"

"Ah, (Y/N)? Again?"

It's not like Alby is insecure or even possessive.

He has much more important things that he needs to worry about.

But, watching people try and flirt with you would make him uncomfortable, and Alby has no time to process this discomfort.

So it obviously means that they're doing something wrong, right?

So, Slammer.

It is the simplist answer.

You'd have to ask him to stop because he'd keep locking your friends up.

He would begrudgingly agree.

Though, people definitely would not dare hit on you once they started to understand that Alby liked you.

That'd be an easy way to a fast grave.

In reality, Alby wouldn't have any reason to be jealous- he is the Leader for a reason.

He probably could've just told people to back off with no context, and they would've, instead of the immediate jailing.

It would be a very odd phase for the Glade.

Yoo, back with more headcanons. I try not to take these too seriously because I feel like they're just a bit of fun instead of the usual one-shots.

I have some more headcanons coming up next.

I hope you enjoyed :))

[foreverforgally]

In the Garden

A Gally Fanfic; Chapter 1

The Glade.

Summary - You, The reader, are the first female ever to grace the presence of the Glade. At first the tensions between you and keeper Gally are high, the enemies to lovers trope creeps through your life. Will you give into the trope? Or will you chose the love triangle?

Warnings - Maybe smut in different chapters or hints of sexual activity. Fluff! Angst! I am definitely not a good writer!

I wasn’t the first person in the glade, maybe the twentieth or twenty-first. The comforting smell of spring grass and rain dew was the first thing that comforted newbies that popped up from the box. It was so long ago, but I remember my first night in the glade.

I was scared, people laughed at me and I couldn’t remember a thing. I hid myself in Homestead, the walls outside were unbearable to look at. i felt trapped, alone, hell i was alone.

i was one of my own kind, first female to appear from the box. y’know, at first i thought i was being punished, like i had done something wrong and this was a judgement gone wrong.

there was a knock on the door, and then a soft creak from the wood scrapping the floor as it opened.

“Hey greenie, you going to hide forever?” called a soft but strong voice. I didn’t want to reply, why should i? i didn’t know who these people, i can’t trust anyone.

silence past over Homestead, a long sigh passing through the boy. “Listen.. I understand you’re scared,” the floor scuffed under his steps.

“But we’ve all been there. I’m sure you have questions that I can answer, you’re safe here.” finally, the steps stopped in front of the long table i hid under. “So, please, come out.”

I hesitated, but i felt satisfied enough with his statement to peak my head out from under the table. He was tall, looked older than most i’ve seen and reaked off confidence, he was a leader.

“Ah, there she is.” his hand reached out to help me out, a gesture of peace. I took his hand, and he pulled me up. “not much of a talker?” I just stared at him, unblinking and uncomfortable.

He chuckled through his breaths, “That’s okay, I’m sure us boys out there will break down those walls someday.”

It was awkward for a few moments, the only sound was the shuffling of my feet that connected to the ground, in which my eyes did too. “Are you ready to come out? i’m sure they’re dying to meet you.” he said encouragingly, with such a contagious hopeful smile that you couldn’t help but grow one as well.

That was when i spoke my first words.

“Gladly” was all i said and he grasped my hand and led me softly outside.

The sun glared brightly in a cloudless sky, it was so bright i immediately covered my eyes for some shade.

“This, is the glade.” He said, leading me over to a skinny but tall blonde.

“Newt! Come ‘ere” The blonde looked back squinting before dropping his tools in the garden and running over to greet me with a smile.

“Well well, if it ain’t the greenie” His accent was thick, his lopsided smile matched his energy as he catches his breath from running.

“Yeah well I want you to show her around, think you can do that for me?” He asked Newt, sounding like a question but it felt like an order. “Can do Alby, I’ll pick up from here.”

So his name was Alby, well Alby turned to wave goodbye before running off to do something. “Hey love, just follow me and keep up yeah?” His smile was so comforting.

He turned and starting to walk in another direction, i had to push my strength in my legs just to keep up with his pace.

“I’m Newt, by the way” he said as we walked through the field.

“I’m..” I paused confused, do I not have a name? who am i? Why am I drawing a blank?

“It’s alright greenie,” he snickered “We didn’t remember our names at first either, you’ll remember it soon or a nickname will get too stuck for us to start calling you by it.”

“That’s what happened to Frypan” He smirked, opening the door to a kitchen slash dining hall.

“Now I know you’re not talking klunk, shank.” Frypan called out from his position behind the counters.

Newt chuckled and Frypan directed his attention to me. “Hey greenie, how’s your first day goin? any messes yet?”

Silence took over for a second, i built my liquid courage. “I’m definitely gonna need therapy after this.”

small laughter filled the silence, “So she does speak.” Newt said

I shrugged, “What can I say, I’m mysterious.”

“Ah well are you? You’ll definitely have a chance to prove that card at the bonfire later tonight.” frypan said as he cooked for lunch.

I turned and looked at Newt confused, “Bonfire?”

Newt smiled “Yeah, we get a new greenie every month, gives us enough time to prepare a celebration.” I nodded along, now understanding the glade.

For the next hour Newt showed me around every touch of the glade, and i was starting to understand the algorithm.

The runners run the maze, Slicers care to live stock, Gardeners take care of crops, etc etc.

the last stop on our list were the builders. Buff teenagers working in the heat to cut wood for the special bonfire. God was it intimidating.

the most intimidating aspect about the builders, was their leader. “See that shuck with the eyebrows yelling at everyone? That’s Gally, he’s the keeper of the builders.”

Gally, The first time I saw him I was frozen. He was scary sure, but his soft muscle and toned back drew me in. Eventually I was caught staring, my face reddening as i quickly broke the eye contact we made.

“Gally, come meet the new greenbean.” Newt called him over.

“God must you call me that? So embarrassing.” I said frazzled from being caught ogling.

He laughed, “Come for the accent, stay for the existential crisis.”

Gally nodded towards his team before jogging over to me and Newt. “So.. You’re a girl.” His eyes trailing my body up and down. I knew it wasn’t sexual, everyone had done it.

I laughed in awkward, “Uh yeah I guess I am.” my eyebrows creased and my tongue trailing the side of my mouth.

“Yeah well just keep out of my way and we won’t have any problems, got it?” his eyebrows raised in question but he jogged off before I could even get offended.

“Jesus i’ll just go ahead and fuck myself.” i scoffed, muttering in disbelief as my eyes watched his movements.

“Hey don’t let him mess with you, the guys a bloody twat. You’ll get to prove yourself tonight anyways.” Newt placed his hand on my shoulder and stood next to me.

“Why, what’s tonight?”

[miryum]

Hi, Idk if someone already requested this, but I'll request it. Can you please do a Newt Au where in he's part of a mob and the reader is a college professor and she saw Newt's mob kill someone or something like that and Newt pretended to be a student in the university where the reader is working to assassinate her, but he fell in love with her something like that.

I don’t know how I feel about the whole teacher x student thing but weirdly I’m fine with the mob part. 😅 That’s a fanfic writer for you. 

Warning: OOC for everyone (they’re in the mob, it’ll be dark), mob stuff including mentions of murder, guns, a tiny bit of stalking, sexual innuendos, someone being beaten up, happy mob ending, my thoughts are kinda scrambled and all over the place (sorry about that). Also, idk shit about being a professor or the mob so half of this will be complete guessing. (And there’s a part that’s a little unbelievable but I didn’t know how else to write it)

When the dean informed you that a new student would be joining your class, you didn’t expect a man your age who looked like he was a son of a CEO to march into your class. “Hello,” he walked right up to your desk and stuck out his hand for you to shake. Hesitantly, you shook his hand. When new students enrolled in your class, they usually just slunk to the back of your class and didn’t engage for the first couple of weeks. It also didn’t help that this new student was very handsome. 

“I’m Isaac,” he introduced himself. Isaac was wearing khaki pants and a professional- looking sweater, an unusual choice for a laid- back college student.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Isaac. I’m Professor L/n. Welcome to European History. I hope you enjoy it.” Realising his hand was still in yours, you quickly pulled away. “The syllabus is online on my website where I’ll always post information and homework assignments. Usually, the only homework is a bit of light reading unless we’re working on a project.” Isaac nodded, studying you in a way that made you clear your throat and use your teacher glare on him. “Obviously, you enrolled a little late in the semester, but I have your transcript here and luckily, we’re basically picking up right where you left off. We’re finishing up the Middle Ages before we move onto the Renaissance. In any other class, I would offer you any seat, but this group of students are a little picky on where they sit.” 

Your eyes grow kind at the mention of your first class of the day. It was a mixture of all cliques and groups, but yet, meaningful discussions and debates still took place, pushing against the stereotypes of college. The students interacted well, bouncing ideas back and forth.

“Which seat would you recommend?” Isaac tilted his head and you had to remind yourself that you were his superior, not the other way around. 

“Well,” you looked around the room, visualising the students. Some were already starting to trickle in, eyes flickering towards you. “I would sit you in the first row, but that’s a little intimidating at first. How about third row all the way to the left? And hey, if you need anything you can ask me. I know moving to a new college is overwhelming, so seriously, if you need any help, I’m here.”

“Sounds perfect. Thanks.” Isaac shot you a grin and strode back to the seat you suggested. Some students looked around, confused that he was a student. They had expected him to be another faculty member. Isaac leaned back in the uncomfortable college seat, not taking out any materials of any sort. You stared at him a bit longer, wondering about his past. And why did it seem like he walked with a limp?

Once the rest of the students filed in, you started class, pulling up a series of slides for them to take notes on. Most students scribbled furiously, raising hands to ask questions or to clarify something. Today, however, you found yourself a bit distracted, having trouble remembering certain parts of the lecture or needed someone to repeat their question. You caught yourself sneaking glances at Isaac more than once and was surprised to find that he was always staring back. He still had no notebook or pencil out and wasn’t even watching the slides you clicked through. His gaze was always fixed on you. The coy smile on his face only grew whenever your eyes flickered to him. 

Once class was over, much to your relief, the new student simply whisked away, not giving you another second of his day. While this was normal for college students, especially if they had another class they needed to attend, you thought (or maybe it was wishful thinking) that maybe he would stay. Quickly, you shook the thought out of your head, firmly reminding yourself that he was a student. 

Isaac, on the other hand, walked briskly down the street, tugging at his sweater. He was much more used to a button- up suit and tie. He rounded the corner, seeing a large black car sitting idly in front of a coffee shop. Making sure no one was watching, Isaac quickly opened the door to the back and slipped in. 

Inside, sat the notorious mobster Thomas Mazer and his third- in- command, Minho Glads. “Hello, Newton.” Thomas drawled, lips flicking up into a grin. “How was your first day at school?” 

Newt rolled his eyes, used to the teasing. “It was fine, Thomas,” he sighed, “I still don’t see why we’re doing this.” 

“Because we can’t have any loose ends.” Thomas explained for the umpteenth time. “Y/n L/n saw messy Minho over here,” he jerked his head towards Minho who gaped, “attempt to murder someone. We’re thankful she hasn’t already gone to the police.” 

“I would’ve finished the job, too,” Minho growled, “if it wasn’t for her scream.” 

“She ruined a month- long organisation,” Thomas said calmly. “We’ve taken people out for less. This’ll get the message through that we’re not to be messed with. Hopefully, Ava and Ratman will keep their distance.”

Newt glared, having heard this a thousand times over. “But why me? Why not Gally or Alby? Hell, even Chuck! At least he looks like a college student.”

Thomas rubbed his temples, Newt having been protesting ever since Thomas brought up the assignment. “Because Gally and Alby were with Minho that night and Chuck is too much of a loose cannon. We both know he’s too young and could mess this all up. You’re someone I trust, has experience, and can get the job done.” He punctuated the last four words.

“But why not a sniper? Brenda could easily do it.” Newt asked. “Why me? Why do I have to go to fucking college?”

“A sniper would be too obvious,” Thomas said. “A broken window with a bullet in her head? Too suspicious. No, we need this done in a way that it can look accidental or suicidal. Only a person on the inside.” 

“And why not Teresa?” Newt kept coming up with ideas and people. “She’s a girl. And actually likes learning.” 

“God damn it, Newt!” Thomas yelled, sending a jump to Newt’s heart though he kept his composure. “I don’t know! Why not Teresa?! I chose you and the mission has already started! I didn’t have time to go over every single idea or option! We need this done soon! We can’t send Brenda in now because a new student in L/n’s class and then her dead the next day would be too coincidental! Just do the damn assignment.” Thomas shook his head. “I don’t know why this is so hard for you. You’ve done so much worse. Just take out this woman. It’s not difficult.” 

Thomas, with bags under his eyes, turned to stare out the window, his actions meaning the end of the conversation. After a long minute, Minho muttered out, “Was she hot?” 

Newt huffed a chuckle. “Yeah,” he conceded. 

“Thought so.” Minho smiled at Newt in a way only life- long best friends could. “Her file was nice.” He drew out the word.

“I just don’t get it, Thomas.” Newt turned back to his boss. “She’s spotless. Hasn’t done a bad thing her entire life. I’m sure a little… persuasion could convince her to bury this memory. Maybe she doesn’t even know what she saw. She has no way of knowing it was Minho.” 

Minho shrugged, making a high- pitched noise that disagreed. “Hate to tell it to you bud, but I’m pretty sure this chick knows it was us.” 

“But as Thomas said, she hasn’t gone to the police. Let’s just watch her for a couple days and if she doesn’t go to the feds, then we’ll simply sweep this up under the rug.”

“Why do you care?” Thomas frowned. “Why are you protecting her life?” 

Newt quickly responded. “She’s not working for Ratman. Why take an innocent life? Isn’t that why you built the Maze up? To stop WICKED from doing just that?”

Thomas hummed. “Touche,” he finally relented. “Alright. Let’s monitor her for a month and if this all goes away, so be it. But,” he leaned in close to Newt, his stare piercing into his soul, a warning if Newt ever saw one. “If there is one scrap- one crumb of evidence she’ll turn us in, you’re finishing the job.” Thomas sat back in his seat and said casually, “This is why I like you around, Newton. To rein me back during times like these.” Newt’s gaze flickered to Minho, sharing a glance. They walked on a thin line in their choice of occupation. However, Minho and Newt had worked with Thomas for many long years and felt close and comfortable with him. Thomas relied on them for important decisions and they, including Teresa, are the few who could change his mind. 

“I almost feel bad for her,” Newt ventured carefully. “L/n seemed nice when I talked to her- made me feel welcome. Still, I don’t like going to college.” He shuddered. “Those kids have no idea what the real world is like.” 

“I’m sorry,” Minho interrupted. “Could we go back to the part where Newt complimented someone? When does that ever happen?” 

Thomas chuckled and Newt kicked Minho in the shin. “Whatever,” Newt grumbled. “At least you don’t have to mingle with children who think the whole world revolves around them.”

Minho laughed loudly. “That’s true. But seriously, how was European History?”

Newt groaned. “Why do I need to know which king waged war on whatever king?! It’s stupid!” 

“You’ll grow to like it.” Minho chuckled. “Soon you’ll be able to name every duchess and knight in Europe and their affairs. It also helps that the professor is nice eye- candy. I have some fantasies she could fulfill.” 

“Minho,” Newt’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t talk about her like that. She’s not a toy. She’s- she’s just a victim of circumstance. Another person we have to eliminate.” 

Thomas cocked an eyebrow, Minho squinting briefly at Newt and then looking quickly at Thomas. Why was Newt defending this random woman he had just met that day? They had all made jokes like that before. Hell, Newt had one of the dirtiest minds of them all, though he rarely shared his gutter thoughts. 

Something about Professor L/n had already changed Newt, though none of them knew how much she truly would change him.

**

Walking back from your classroom, you passed a dark alleyway. It was just a small walk to your apartment and you had made the short commute everyday for a couple years. Why would this night be any different? 

The universe had different plans for you as shouts soon reached your ears, along with the sound of groans and punches landing. 

Against your better judgement, your teacher personality and worry kicked in and you quickly lit up your phone flashlight. “Hello?” You called into the darkness, fully intending to break up a student fight and then file the paperwork in the morning. 

The sound of violence stopped immediately and when you lifted the light a little higher you saw something you knew wasn’t just a student fight. 

Two men in suits were restraining a third while a fourth had his fist raised as if to punch him again. The man being held down already had a black eye, a cut lip, blood matting his hairline, and a smattering of other bruises and cuts. The man who had, you assumed, threw the punches suddenly stood, calling out, “Hey, lady,” while reaching slowly into his suit. 

At the time, the gun didn’t fully register with you. A small little part of your brain simply screamed DANGER! so, you ran. When a gunshot rang out behind you, you only ran faster, letting out an instinctive scream.

Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t that far away. Running up the steps and locking the door sharply behind you, you took a sigh of relief. A second later, the irrational part of you started dragging over a drawer and blockading your door, just in case.

Dialling your dad, you let your heart calm as the phone started to ring. On the second ring, your dad picked up.

“Hey! What’s up!”

“Dad! I need to tell you something!” 

From your panicked state and your hurried retelling of what just happened, you dad did the last thing you thought he would do. “Okay sweetheart, I know this is going to sound crazy, but you can’t go to the police.”

“What the fu-”

“Y/n, listen to me. I think you might have just encountered the mob and I want you to be as safe as possible. A little while back, a buddy of mine saw something similar. He went to the police and then a couple of days later, he was dead. If it is the mob, then going to the police will only confirm for them that you need to be taken out.”

“Dad,” you started reasoning with him. “Come on, this isn’t a movie. The mob?”

“Y/n.” Your dad’s voice turned strict and unyielding. “Shut up for a moment and listen to me. I don’t want you to die. If nothing unusual happens in the next week, then you can go to the police. But if you're sure of what you saw, then lying low is the safest way to go. Be on the lookout and call me if anything bad or suspicious happens. And you should probably stay away from the internet for a bit. Be cautious. I love you. Do you feel safe tonight?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah. Love you too.”

“Okay. Call about anything.”

~Click!~

With your phone still pressed to your ear, you listened to the emptiness. Disbelief entered your system. Why was your dad so scared? Why did he immediately think it was the mob? Should you listen to him? And why did you have to get messed up in this? 

What did a college professor do to get wound up in this? 

You didn’t get much sleep that night. 

The next morning, you got an email that a new student would be joining your class in a week.

**

Eating your take out Chinese food because you definitely didn’t feel like cooking that night, you thought back on the day- specifically, the new student. Something about Isaac struck you. You don’t know whether the feeling was good or bad. Half of you wanted to get to know the older, mysterious student more but the other half warned you that something bigger was at play. Twirling your glass of wine, beer, champagne, or whatever alcohol you had off-handily chosen, you reminded yourself that Isaac was a student. While you had taught many older people before, some even older than you, you had never taught someone who looked like they could’ve just hired a private tutor or simply used their daddy’s money to coast through life. Something in your gut told you that something was off. Planning on playing it safe, your mind kept wandering back to that one night a week or two ago. It had been so terrifying. You wondered if the men had run after you. Did they try to enter the building? Your dad had warned you to- 

Your thoughts were cut off by the ringing of your home office telephone. You pressed the decline button, letting your thoughts thankfully shatter.

Taking a gulp from your drink, you listened to the message as it played to you. 

“Hello Professor L/n,” Isaac’s voice rang out through your apartment. It sounded clear and suave, nothing at all like a student’s. “This is Isaac from your first class. I was wondering if I could stop by office hours to... talk a little bit.”

Fuelled by alcohol and your dad’s words in your ears, you pressed the button that accepted his call. “Hello Mr. Johns.”

“Professor L/n, I’m happy you picked up.” Isaac said, sounding somewhat surprised. 

“As it’s after office hours, I’m going to be quite blunt,” you stated. “What do you need?”

Isaac laughed. It was a nice sound. “I was wondering if I could stop by during your office hours to get some help on the homework.”

“Mr. Johns, you don’t have to call me and ask for my permission to do so. But yes, you may stop by.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“How’d you get to be a professor so quickly? You look so young.” You could almost hear the flirtation in his voice. 

“Compliments will get you nowhere, Mr. Johns,” you warned. “But to answer your question, I’m an assistant professor. I’m working my way up.”

“Well, if I may say, you're an excellent assistant professor. I think you deserve the title of lead professor.”

“That’s not what it’s called. But thank you. Mr. Johns, why did you transfer to my class?”

There was a pause at the end of the line. “Because I moved colleges.”

“Yeah, no.” You clicked your tongue, not believing him. “Too many coincidences have been happening lately. If you want to meet up, we can meet in the public library. And why don’t you wear something comfy for a change? I’ve been around enough college students to know that most of them don’t wear khakis and sweater vests. Goodbye, Mr. Johns.”

“Professor-” you hung up before he had a chance to say anything. Albeit against a teacher’s code of conduct, you were a little tipsy and just wanted to go to bed. 

On the other end of the line, Newt groaned and slammed his head on the table. “Wow,” Minho huffed out a burst of air. “You are bad at acting.” 

Newt looked to Thomas who simply said, “Go to the library, wear something comfortable, and get her to trust you enough so you can see if she’ll rat us out.”

“She’s my ‘professor’,” Newt argued. “She knows she can’t get intimate with a student. Even I know that’s weird.”

“You don’t have to get intimate.” Thomas waved him away. “Just get her to trust you. Be her student. Actually learn something for that empty brain of yours.” Newt glared at him as Minho let out a laugh. 

“Fine,” New agreed. “But what qualifies as comfy?”

**

Browsing the shelves, you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. You turned to see Isaac dressed in low- drooping grey sweatpants and a tight fitting white shirt, a gold chain hanging loosely from his neck. His blond hair was ruffled, floofing up over his forehead in a way that made you want to smooth it down.

“My eyes are up here, professor.” Isaac chuckled lowly. 

“Gosh, I’m sorry,” you shook your head. He’s a student! You had to remind yourself. No matter if he was your age and looked very hot in that outfit, this was entirely against every single rule. You would immediately get fired with an ugly mark forever barring you from teaching ever again. “But that isn’t exactly what I meant by comfy.”

“What did you mean?” Isaac’s tone was nothing like it was in the classroom. It seemed more meek and unsure, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I don’t know, some jeans? A sweater?” You shrugged, pushing your hands into the pockets of your own sweater. “Hell, you’ve seen what I wear around the classroom.”

“True,” Isaac laughed. 

“Where would you like to start?” You asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you get an impressive view of his biceps. “Maybe some of the things you were covering before I transferred?”

You nodded, “Got it. Come on.” You led Isaac to a row of dusty books that looked like they hadn’t been checked out in a while. “Here you go.”

You dropped two large books into his arms. Isaac grunted slightly under the weight and let out an embarrassed chuckle. “How do you lug these around all the time?”

“Practice. A reader is always stronger than they look, Mr. Johns.” You smiled coyly.

“Um, can you call me Newt? It’s what all my friends call me.” Isaac asked hesitantly. 

“Friends?” You shot a sarcastic look at him. “I didn’t know the son of a CEO had friends.”

“Wow, you’re cruel for a teacher. And that’s not who I am.” Newt laughed along with you.

“Where’d you get the name Newt?” You asked before handing him another book. “You like the lizards?”

“No,” he explained, “I’m named after Isaac Newton and my friends just took to calling me Newt.”

“Oh, that’s very clever, Newt.” You thrust more books into his arms.

Newt stumbled under the weight and grimaced, “Do we really need all these?”

“No, we only needed the first two. I was just wondering how long you could hold out for.” 

Newt's shocked face made you laugh. His faux betrayal slowly morphed into laughing alongside you, setting down the other books on a cart before following you to a table.

The next couple of hours were spent with you giving him mini lessons and Newt scribbling it all down in his spiralled notebook. You started on the opposite side of the table from him, but after a frustrating rant, you ended up on the same side as Newt, hurriedly flipping through pages and citing evidence that backed up the explanation no one asked for. In the beginning, Newt would try and write down all that you said, wanting to immortalise your words, a hand running through his hair that you eventually swatted down, inserting a comment about how his hair was too fluffy that made him smile. However, after a while, when you turned the pages, rambling on about one king or running to get another book about some obscure war, Newt would just stare and watch as you delved into the world you cared so much about. His eyes sparked with silent happiness as you waved your hares around, trying to capture the long lost history in words. 

After a particularly long winded ramble, you caught yourself and took a deep breath, a sheepish grin on your face. “Geez, I am so sorry. I get a little… passionate about history.”

“That’s clear to see. But I like it!” Newt nodded, leaning a bit closer to you. “It shows that you should be a history professor. It shows that you care about the subject- as all teachers should!” 

“Thank you.” You bowed your head. “But it wasn’t always seen that way. There used to be a lot of teasing in high school.” 

“But you made it now!” Newt tried to encourage you. “Where are your former peers? Not making… How much do you make?”

“I’m not telling you my salary.” You pointed a non- threatening finger at him.

“Okay, whatever you want.” He held up his hands, surrendering to you. “But seriously, thank you for taking time out of your day when you certainly could’ve been doing much more important things than help me.”

“Of course. Helping students is my number one priority.”

Newt gnawed on his lip, hesitating in an unsettling way. “Can I tell you something?” 

Your eyes narrowed. “Yes, but I should tell you that if I learn of or believe that you are threatening serious harm to another person, I am obligated to report that. This can be in the form of telling the person who you have threatened, contacting the police or placing you into hospitalisation. If there is evidence that you are a danger to yourself and I believe that you are likely to kill yourself unless protective measure are taken, I may be obligated to seek hospitalisation for you or to contact family members or others who can help provide protection.” 

“You have that memorised, huh?” Newt’s chuckle seemed like forced sadness. “I’m sorry, Professor, but I need to go.” Spinning out of his chair, Newt whirled away, hands shoved in pockets and eyes cast downward. 

“Newt!” You called out. But he didn’t turn. Why did he leave? Obviously he had something to tell you that applied to those scenarios. But what?

**

A couple of weeks had gone by, you watching Newt leave quickly from class every day. Sometimes he simply didn’t show up. After a while, you had enough. Making you worry was one thing, but skipping class and falling behind on grades was another thing entirely. 

“Mr. Johns, see me after class.” The cold infliction in your voice made some students snicker, just like back in primary school. Meeting your gaze, Newt knew that if he disobeyed there would be consequences. 

“Yes Professor L/n?” Newt saddled up to you.

“Sit down,” you commanded him, directing him to a chair. “I’m going to be frank; who are you and what is your secret? Why are you here?” 

“I can’t tell you.” 

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m talking to you as a friend, not a teacher. We’ve both known that you’re different from the other students. Maybe not in a good way, but definitely different. I can assure you that I will not reveal anything you say to anyone. I would like you to be completely honest with me right now.” To bring the point home, you stood from your desk and sat with him on the other side. Equals- not student and teacher. 

“Do you remember the night when you heard the gunshot?” You tensed up at his words, subconsciously knowing where this was going. “That was my friend. He was the one with the gun. The man he was beating up was someone named Randall Spilker, a hit-man for a mob called WICKED. They’ve been terrorising this city for years. Another friend’s father created a group called the Maze. My friend took it over a while ago and appointed me second- in- command. Our mission was to make sure WICKED stopped hurting innocent civilians, such as yourself. However, it was clear that all of this had gotten out of control. A year ago, WICKED’s leader, a woman named Ava Paige, made a decision that ultimately doomed everyone unless we stepped in. Unfortunately, in the midst of stopping her, you got in the way.” He slowly looked at you, analysing your every movement. “I was sent in to kill you. No loose ends. That’s how Thomas said it. We were so close to stopping Ava Paige and WICKED. We couldn’t afford to have you screw it up for us. Clearly, it didn’t go as planned. I found out that I may be in love with you.” You reeled back. Newt couldn’t meet your eyes, and continued muttering, “I’m not exactly sure when it started. Maybe it was how you welcomed me into the class. How you agreed to help me even though I’m older than you and a little arrogant.” 

“Just a little?” You asked.

“A little,” Newt pressed his thumb and pointer finger so close that they were almost touching. “Just a little arrogant. Or maybe how you run into class apologising because you were up late last night reading and didn’t get that much sleep. How your eyes light up when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about. How you care so much for this job and your students. Or maybe it was that one day when you were sick and just spent half of class rambling on about whichever TV show you were watching at that point. And then you drank so much NyQuil that you nearly passed out. I don’t know exactly when I started falling for you, but I did. I fell. I fell so hard for you.”

Newt stopped talking, letting you process. He awaited your words, his tongue brushing out to wet his chapped lips. Running a hand through his hair, something you now knew meant that he was stressed, he didn’t say anything. 

“So,” you puffed out a burst of air. “You’re a mobster who’s part of the mafia that almost had me murdered who’s now in love with me, your teacher. What do you want me to do with that information?”

“Well, technically, you were never my teacher. Isaac Johns doesn’t exist. My real name is Newton Stead. Or Newt. I wasn’t lying about that part.” 

“I’m sorry, your last name is Stead?”

“And an ‘I love you too’ would be nice.” Newt shrugged. 

You let out a brief chuckle, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know what you want me to say. It’s entirely against the code of conduct for me to have feelings towards a student and I could get fired for this. And you’re in the mob! Newton, don’t you know how terrifying that is? I could never allow myself to become close to you due to the fear of you getting killed.” 

“So… you do have feelings for me?” Newt’s lips quirked up into a smile. “You’re not denying it.” 

“You’re right, I’m not denying it.” You laughed loudly, not fully comprehending everything. 

“So you love me?” 

“Maybe not love you, Mr. Jo- Mr. Stead. Oh my god, that’s such a bad last name! But, I’d be willing to go on a date with you. But you’d have to unenroll in university immediately. Now that I know you’re in the mob and that you don’t actually need my education, in order for us to go on a date and for me to not lose my job, you need to drop out of university.”

“Are you asking for me to derail my education just to pursue you?” Newt asked, aghast. 

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking.” You stifled a laugh, trying to look serious. 

“Well, you know,” Newt leaned a bit closer to you, making your heart race. “There’s a lot of money in my line of work. If you want, you could quit your job and I can support you. You won’t need to ask for anything. Anything you want, at all, I can get it for you. What’s your favourite food? Favourite brand? You can have all the clothes you want. I’ll make you feel as comfortable as possible. Cause I care for you, Y/n.” 

“It’s so weird hearing you call me by my first name.” You evaded the question until Newt gently took your chin in his fingers, lifting it up to meet his gaze. With a kind smile, he extracted more words and confessions out of you. “I can never leave my job. I love teaching. But…” Newt grew hopeful. “Maybe, if things turn out well with us, then I could think about moving in with you. However!” Your voice raised, shutting down the complete look of love sickness Newt had on his face. “If we ever do move in together, you’re not to spoil me with your money that you probably swindled.” 

“First off, it’s not swindled money,” he pointed a finger at you, smiling coyly. “Second, if you’re my girl then I’m going to spoil you all I want.” He punctuated the last three words. “I’m talking about jewellery, clothes,” he ticked things off on his fingers, “the best food money can buy, and maybe even some… underclothes?”

“Oh my god, Mr. Stead! You are still my student!” You cried out, slapping him lightly. 

“I promise, I’m going to go to admissions right now, drop out, ask you out on a proper date, and while I’m spoiling you I’m going to have all your things moved to my apartment so you’ll have no choice but to move in with me so I can love you forever.” 

“You really are a hopeless romantic, aren’t you Newt?” 

“Only because of you, love.”

[book-place]

Melody

Warnings: implied violence, slight cursing, mention of weapons, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Gladers x reader platonic

Request: Hi, could you make an imagine of Maze Runner, where the creators send an electric guitar and the reader plays and wows the gladers and asks him to play at the bonfire? Thank you very much💕

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: When a guitar is randomly sent into the glade, it felt as if a puzzle piece was clicked into place

A/N: Short one for y’all

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

“Why do you think they sent it?” Everyone whispered to one another, all peering in awe at the opened box down below them.

“What the bloody hell are they all looking at?” Newt asked, walking over to where you, Minho, and Alby stood in the back of the group.

The first in command looked over at him with a shrug, “Couldn’t get close enough to see.” He admitted.

You and Minho grinned at one another, “Maybe it’s some new weapons!” The boy exclaimed, you nodding your head vigorously in excitement.

The other two looked over at you with wide eyes, “For all of our sakes, let’s hope not.” Newt shook his head in disappointment at you.

Alby cleared his throat, seeming to have enough of the gawking boys, “Alright! That’s enough! Back to your jobs, all of you!”

Everyone reluctantly spread out across the glade, leaving the four of you alone, who all had the day off from your own jobs.

The group of you shuffled forward until you could stare down into the wooden box to see what the big deal was about.

“It’s a guitar!” You exclaimed in surprise, eyes widening at the instrument.

The leader and second in command exchanged a look of disbelief, “Why would they send this?” The british boy questioned.

The other boy shrugged in return, “Who knows why they do anything!” He exclaimed with a scoff, throwing his hands up and turning on his heel, “I have more important things to do then ponder the same question we all think about every day.”

You and Minho looked at each other with shit eaten grins, “I call playing first!” You each exclaimed at the same time.

Both of your eyes narrowed at one another in a challenging threat, “I call it.” You hissed at him.

“It’s mine first.” His voice was dangerously low.

Newt rolled his eyes at the duo, pointing a warning finger between each of you, “You two bloody idiots better not break the thing while trying to figure out who can play it.”

You stretched out your neck while Minho cracked his knuckles, “Don’t worry, Newtie,” You teased with a smile, “We have other ways of settling this.”

The boy rolled his eyes and released a tired sigh, turning around and going the way Alby had went, “It’s not my problem,” He mumbled to himself, “I’m not going to get involved.”

Right as you were about to lunge at the boy and vice versa, Frypans' voice rang out, bouncing off the stone walls, “Dinner!”

Both of you halted, eyes flickering down to the object before you, silently trying to come to a decision.

Minho was the first to step back, hands up in surrender while shaking his head, “Nah, man, it’s not worth missing Fry’s cooking.”

With that, he jogged off into the direction of the kitchens, leaving you grinning in victory because you had eaten a late lunch, therefore weren’t hungry.

As you picked up the guitar, a feeling washed over you. Holding it was just right. Like the sun on a hot day, or salt and pepper. It felt like it was a part of you.

Unconsciously, your hands moved to hold it in a way you somehow knew would work. How you knew, you didn’t know.

Perhaps in whatever life you had before entering the glade, you had played the instrument. It felt as if you had done it hundreds of times before, like nothing had changed from then to now.

A small smile tugged on your lips as you ran your fingers along the strings, letting a note loose.

-•-

Laughter filled the air alongside the smell of firewood, making for a rare night for the gladers.

You sat a little farther away from the large group, softly humming along to the unknown lyrics you quietly played.

“Hey, play us something!” Minho's voice drifted through the crowd, making you perk up in his direction.

All eyes were suddenly on you, your own widening when you realized he was talking to you.

“What?” You asked in disbelief, not understanding why he would think it was a good idea for you to play in front of everyone.

He smirked in your direction, leaning back against a log doubling as a bench, “I gave it up, so I think it’s only fair you play me something.”

You rolled your eyes, “You didn’t give it up, you just decided that you wanted food more.”

He shrugged, “Same difference.”

Silence fell over everyone, the only thing breaking it being your sigh of reluctance, “Fine,” You gave in.

After hesitating only a moment, you began to once again move your fingers across the strings majestically, releasing the beautiful sounds that it had to offer.

Simultaneously, everybody’s jaws dropped as they all gawked at you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on nothing but the melody that you produced, allowing the feeling of calmness that came with playing flood over you.

When the melody came to a stop, it was silent for a whole moment before a voice shouted out, “Play another one!”

And with a smile upon your lips, you did just that.

Bloody Shanks 💉- @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2

[diablescharmants]

{ I know this is a little filler scene or at least I'm pretty sure that it is but I like how it was shown before that nobody, or at least none of those who have been shown trying before, was able to 'tame' Erza the 'dancing demon' and then it jumps to this screen later on-

not only showing Freed actually dancing with Erza leading her (I appreciate this pair up) but their posture also differs from the rest of the dancing pairs as Freed holds Erza by the waist and not by her hands, which I think is a nice little detail also }

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hihihi Petri, i love your headcanons so much, they're so fun, so I would like to ask one for the maze runner boys x gn reader on how would they react if they find you sleeping in their shirt

Ahhh I'm happy you like them, this is such a cute prompt and I've been looking forward to getting around to this one.

COMFORT CLOTHES

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, awkward Gladers, some suggestive themes but mainly fluff.

After a long day's work, you stumble across your favourite boy's shirt, and decide it makes suitable pyjamas- how do they react when they find you?

THOMAS

Thomas, as per usual, would not know what to do when he'd find you in your hammock, snuggled up in his shirt.

He'd stand there, staring blankly.

He'd probably be very flustered as well.

The man cannot flirt.

So, any feelings he'd have for you would be hidden and ignored in his pursuit of becoming a Runner.

But, here you are, in his clothing, sleeping as sound as can be.

It'd make him want to protect you.

Look after you.

You clearly hold him dearly, and him the same for you.

So, this simple action would make him want to protect you.

Then Chuck would wonder wtf he's staring at.

"Bro, you've been standing like a shucking statue for about ten minutes, what are you-? Holy shuck!"

"Shut up, Chuck."

"Dude, are they wearing-?"

"I said shut up!"

He'd be teased for the foreseeable future.

The Glade would know in no time because Chuck can't keep his mouth shut.

Thomas would spend the following days as a blushing mess.

Cute.

NEWT

Newt would probably notice in passing.

He doesn't sleep very well and has more than enough on his mind to keep him awake.

So, when he'd walk past your hammock on his nightly walk and spot you wearing his trademark hoodie-shirt-thing that he thought he'd lost earlier, he'd stop dead in his tracks.

He probably wouldn't approach.

But he would smile to himself from a distance and leave you be.

He'd be smiling to himself for the next couple of days, actually.

Until Alby would notice and point it out.

"You've been grinning like a shuckin' weirdo for the past week- it's creepin' me out, man."

"Bloody hell, am I not allowed to smile now?"

Alby wouldn't be the only one to notice, but no one else would mention Newt's new sunny disposition.

Newt in love is a happy Newt indeed.

Which the other Gladers love to see.

MINHO

After a long day's work, the last thing you expect to see is the person you're crushing on wearing your clothes.

Which is exactly what would happen to Minho.

Unlike the previous boys, Minho would probably do something.

He'd probably also think of some... less savoury things.

He'd still think it's cute, though.

He'd wake you up.

"Oi, (Y/N)? Hey. Wake up."

"Huh? What?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"...yeah."

"Hm. Looks good on you."

He'd let you keep it.

Actually, he'd insist you keep it.

And wear it.

As much as possible.

It'd be a weird silent symbol of possession.

I mean, his sun-faded blue button-up is a bit of a staple of the Glade- so the other Gladers would know about it.

You're wearing his shirt. No one else's.

And it looks damn good on you.

GALLY

Gally would panic.

That's his shirt?

Why are you wearing it?

How did you get it?

Why are you sleeping in it?

Is it because it's his or did you just need a clean shirt?

So many questions.

Gally would consider shouting at you to give it back.

It is technically theft.

But he'd just leave and talk to Frypan about it instead.

"So, they were sleeping in your shirt?"

"Yep, what do you think it means?"

"They needed a nap?"

Fry is no help.

Gally wouldn't mention it to anyone else purely out of his own unsurety.

But he would start viewing you differently, and the image of you peaceful in his clothing would be burnt into his mind.

He wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it.

And he'd like it.

So, I guess he'd just "suffer" in silence.

FRYPAN

Frypan would be blushing and giggling like a little kid.

He'd spot you and probably squeal.

He wouldn't want to wake you up because you'd look so peaceful.

But he'd find it adorable.

And would have to find someone to tell them immediately.

Which would probably be Gally.

"Pstt, Gally. Gally!"

"What? What is it, Fry?"

"(Y/N)'s sleeping in my shirt!"

"Right- wait, what?"

Gally wouldn't believe him, so he'd take him to see.

Then the other Gladers probably wouldn't believe him either so he'd make Gally confirm.

He'd be bursting at the seams with happiness.

Similar to Minho but less noticeable, it'd be a bit of a possessive thing.

You were sleeping in his shirt.

You chose his shirt out of all the other Gladers clothing.

It wouldn't matter if you just happened to find it or if it was because it was his.

It would still be his.

ALBY

Alby would be very much unfazed.

He's been there for the longest and it probably wouldn't be the first time someone's stolen his clothes.

But, it's you.

He'd probably hesitate and look for a second.

But then he'd move on and never mention it or talk to anyone about it.

He probably wouldn't even let it show that he witnessed it.

But he'd think about it.

He'd think about it a lot.

Some more headcanons to enjoy. This type of piece is always my favourite because it gives me a lot to work with and it's easy for me to write.

I hope you enjoyed :))

[cammie]

macey likes sabrina carpenter idk i’m listening to espresso rn send tweet.

[foreverforgally]

In The Garden

a Gally Fanfic; Chapter 2

The Bonfire

Summary - You, The reader, are the first female ever to grace the presence of the Glade. At first the tensions between you and keeper Gally are high, the enemies to lovers trope creeps through your life. Will you give into the trope? Or will you chose the love triangle?

Warnings - Maybe smut in different chapters or hints of sexual activity. Fluff! Angst! I am definitely not a good writer!

Hollers of celebration filled the air as the boys surrounded the pit. “Tonight, we honor a new greenie, a girl!” The boys around Alby shouted in salute to my existence, it made me giggle and holler in acknowledgment.

“Light it up!” the stakes they all held were thrown into the fire and the wooden statue lit up so bright. The feeling it gave me was exhilarating, everyone cheered on and smiled through their conversations.

“Fun right? it’s like the family you got stuck with.” newt slid down to my side, a jar of suspicious yellow liquid in his hand.

I turned and looked at his boyish smile, “ I wouldn’t say it’s my happiest moment, I once found ten pounds in my pocket and it was amazing.”

He laughed, “How do you remember that and not your name.” He leaned in closer.

“I’m lying out of my ass.” I giggled and grinned, his matching mine from ear to ear. “You’re really something, aren’t you greenie?” He got closer and I could feel his breath on mine.

“I don’t remember being told so, so I’ll take your word for it.” I pulled away from the moment, feeling shy out of my mind and eager to change the topic.

“So, do I want to know what the hell is in that jar?” I said, grimacing down at that suspicious jar of liquid again.

Newt beamed and offered the jar in my direction. “Want to try it? It’ll knock you off your boots and take the edge off.” he swished the liquid around to try and make it more appealing

The jar made me nothing but uncomfortable, Newt swished the jar at me again with a stupid smile plastered on his face. it probably wasn’t even that gross so I took the jar from his hands and took a swig.

Immediately I gagged and swallowed the substance as hard and fast as I could as Newt completely laughed his ass off at my choking.

“Oh my fuck what the hell is that?” I coughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. “Can’t handle your alcohol newbie?” God I could wipe that grin off his british mug.

“Yeah well I was going to give you a nasty look but I see you already have one.” I choked off my words as he laughed out again. “Please greenie I’m beautiful, you just can’t hold your own.”

“Ok get up, there’s a few people I want you to meet.” Newt stood to his feet, exhaling his laughter as he he reached his hand out to help me up from my seat on my log.

Newt walked me over to multiple groups, introducing me to everyone of them. He told me that starting tomorrow I will work in every department to see where I fit best. Hopefully I won’t have to bust my ass to prove myself.

The group gathered in a circle behind us, was this another part of the bonfire? “Cmon let’s go check it out.” Newt lead me towards the circle, letting us have front seats to the show.

It was brutal, in the middle was none other than Gally and he looked.. so good. If I didn’t have a vendetta against eyebrows i would definitely say the warm light of the fire kissing his skin made him look knee bending. But of course why would I ever say that.. where would my self respect be?

“Gah!” he threw the other guy out of the circle with an ease of a grunt, like the weight was nothing to him. The crowd around us cheered him on yada yada, is this why his ego is so massively inflamed? Someone oughta put him on his ass.

“See, this is a game we play every bonfire, if you remember our rules i told you earlier you’d remember no glader can physically hurt each other. The point of this game is to push the other bloke out of the circle. Currently however, that shuck is undefeated.” Newt pointed towards Gally as he stalked around the circle, looking for his next pray.

His eyes locked on mine, and a one sided smirk crept onto his face. His pace around the circle stopped and he lift his finger to point at me.

“Greenie! Come, show us what you got.” Everyone around us oohed and laughed as I looked towards Newt who shrugged.

“Gally.” Alby gave him a look. “What i’m not gonna hurt her.” Gally brushed off his warning and turned his attention toward me.

“What, too chicken? Too scared little girl?” The word girl sos off his tongue like venom, his tone was threatening and i so needed to gouge his pretty eyes out.

All I had to do was kick his ass out of the circle, that should be easy enough.

I stomped one foot into the circle, “Please, you’ll never be the man your mother was.” This had him going. The reaction from the crowd combined with his embarrassment, you could see the smoke spilling from his ears.

“Alright greenie, rules are simple. I try to push you out of the circle, and you try not to cry like a girl.” Gally smirked at me, his stance widening as he grounded himself.

If looks could kill, he’d be ebliterated. Huffing, i waited for him to make a move. The guy was a big but he was such a bigot.

He grunted as he sprinted at me, arms held out to grab me but I ducked. Last minute I darted quickly under his arms and ran behind him, sliding to the ground to carry me out of the way.

He turned around prepared, but I swept my legs below his, knocking Gally to the ground. He got up quicker than he was on the floor and was back to strategizing. He ran towards me, barreling in a heat of rage to catch me.

this time he caught me and took me down with him. I struggled but i got him on his back. The crowd roared as I slid my legs on his sides and pinned him down. "Not bad for a girl, huh?" I smirked, huffing at his defeat. His eyes glazed over, and he placed his giant hands on the sides of my thighs.

"Yeah, but you haven't won yet." And he flipped us over, so he was on top. The both of us were winded, our chests heaving in synch and the eye contact was heavy. it felt like people were maving slowly, the cheers drowning out. "C'mon Greenie!" I reached my hand up slowly, placing it on the side of his jaw.

His movements faltered and his gaze grew softer. A smirk grew on my face, I got him right where I need him. I quickly slammed his head to the ground next to our bodies. I grabbed his shirt and successfully kicked him out of the circle.

The Crowd cheered me on, screaming my glade given name. Being in the center of cheers like this felt normal, I was used to being in the center like this with my arms up and the energy boosting my ego.

"C'mon Quinn, get his legs!" The trainer paced across the training mat as me and another person wrestled. My arms and legs were at their limits, and I ran towards A-9 and ducked under their swing, I pushed their back down and swept my legs under theirs, their head slamming into the ground.

I panted hard, struggling to catch my breath. "And that’s a match, you need to improve your swings, Quinn. You cant rely on your fists all the time." The trainer let out a breathy chuckle and laid his arm over my shoulders, my white jumpsuit darkening in areas l've sweated. "I’ll work on it Jansen, can't be a weapon if I cant fight, huh?” smirked and nodded my head towards him.

"Quinn! My name is Quinn!" Alby ran over and grabbed my hand, raising it towards the sky. “To Quinn!” He bellowed out and the other Gladers crowded around, taking turns shoving me and patting my back, cheering my name.

I never felt more belonging.

[miryum]

The Pawn (Newt x Reader)

This is a fic I’ve been working on for a while... I’ve changed up the ending like, three times 😅 I hope y’all like it

Warnings: Talk of Newt’s limp, mentions of attempted suicide, Newt’s backstory, near-death experience, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, OOC for Gally (a little bit), another only girl in a glade, newsie reference, cheesy ending I’m unsure about

“It’s getting out of hand.” 

“No, we can’t afford to send her up yet.” 

“A5’s depression is off the charts! If we don’t do something soon, things could escalate.”

“A11 is not ready. If we send her to them, we don’t know what could happen!”

“But we need A5 more than we need A11. He’s the glue. We knew there would be casualties and hardships with this. But we were prepared to make those for the greater good. We need A5. If A11 can help him, we should send her up.” 

“I- I don’t want to mess it up this time.”

“Yeah, neither do I. But don’t you remember their connection? It has to be done.”

“Okay then.”

Click! 

“Send up A11. The Pawn.”

**

Minho ran out of the maze, carrying something heavy in his arms and yelling like a maniac.

Boys started rushing towards him and too many things happened in a whirlwind of tragedy and confusion. After everything had died down, Alby cornered a tear- streaked Minho in the Med- Hut. 

“What happened?” He demanded.

“Newt-” Minho’s voice broke, “I found him almost dead. I don’t know what happened. I knew he was sad and tired of being here, but I never knew it was that bad. I- I found him on the ground, just laying there and it was horrible. Alby, I thought he was dead.” 

Alby took Minho in his arms, hugging the boy tightly. Minho shook with cries, the after effect of Newt’s near- death experience breaking him down.

Clint and Jeff flew around Newt’s unconscious body, the movement around him becoming too much for Minho and he had to leave. Alby whispered things and concerns to the Med- Jacks, trying to hide his own emotions, before following him.

Exiting the Med- Hut, Alby ran a hand down his face. He’d have no idea what to do with himself if Newt died. Newt was the glue of the Glade. Alby thanked the Creators that Newt didn’t die in the maze right then. Did Newt jump? Why did he jump? How else would he have gotten in the condition he was in?

A loud, hysterical, wailing echoed through the Glade. Alby’s head whipped up at the sound of the Box coming up. What the hell? First Newt, and now the Box coming up way too early, with a potential, confused greenie.

Gally opened the Box and the boys (excluding the Med- Jacks and Newt) huddled around it. Alby and Gally jumped down into it. Inside there was a girl who was starting to wake up.

Immediately, the whispers started. “It’s a girl?” “It’s a girl.” “How the hell?” “Is that even legal?” 

“Everyone!” Alby yelled out, silencing the crowd. “It was bound to happen sometime. I know this is a change, but we’re going to welcome her like any other greenie.” 

“By having Gally pound her to the ground at the bonfire?” Someone from the back yelled out. The boys snickered. 

“Gally, what’s that in her hand?” Alby asked, squatting down beside the girl. 

The girl groaned and started to sit up. “Where am I?” The girl groaned. 

“In the Glade, greenie.” Gally snarked. 

“Gally, help her up.” Both boys helped the girl up. “What’s your name?” 

“Uh, Y/n.” The girl stammered and held her head.

“You’re a girl.” Gally stated bluntly. 

“Uh, yeah.” Y/n looked him up and down, “You’re a boy. What’s the Glade? And why are you surprised I’m a girl? Do you guys know what this note is?” 

“We’d all like to know the answer to the last two.” Alby sighed, overwhelmed by the news of the first girl and Newt’s attempt to end his life.

The boys helped Y/n out of the Box where she took in the Glade, the maze walls, and the large clump of boys staring at her curiously. 

“Everyone, get back to your jobs!” Alby called out, waving a hand to try and get the boys to disperse. With a lot of muttering and conversations, they did. 

“Am I the only girl here?” Y/n asked. 

“Yes,” Alby cleared his throat, “unfortunately, with you coming up in the box, it’s going to mean a lot of changes for us. I’ll get the Builders started right away on a shed for you, and-” 

“Alby.” Gally cut into his nervous rambling. “Go make sure Newt’s okay. Minho and I’ll take care of the greenie.” 

“Oh. Thanks.” Alby sped off. 

Y/n said, “Why can’t I remember anything?” 

“That’s normal, greenbean.” Gally clapped a hand onto Y/n’s shoulder, “No one can remember klunk when they first come up.”

“Klunk? Greenie? What the hell are you talking about?” 

Minho came up behind the two, “It’s glader slang. I invented most of it.” 

“Greenie is what we call new boys- well, I guess people now, who come up in the box.” Gally explained. Minho glanced at him. Usually he was much more impertinent to the greenies. 

“The Glade is this place,” Minho answered some of the most common questions, “It’s where Alby came up first and then all of us came up after him. Alby created what it is today, all of us contributing in our own way. Sorry that you can’t have a normal welcome to the Glade, but we’re all kind of shocked that you’re a girl.” 

“You don’t have to keep stating that fact.” Y/n glanced at him. “And what is that?” She pointed to the large four walls surrounding them. 

“That’s the maze.” Gally interrupted Minho before he could break down again. “It’s what keeps us trapped in here. It completely surrounds us.” 

“Shank, what’s in your hand?” Minho pointed to Y/n clenched fingers that were clutching a crumpled piece of paper. 

“Uh, I don’t know.” Y/n smoothed out the paper which revealed the crude words: 

                                          Get her to A5. Immediately.

“What’s A5? Who’s A5?”

Gally looked at her, “Greenie, who’s A5?” 

“Hell if I know.” Y/n shrugged. 

“Shouldn’t we take her on a tour of the Glade?” Minho asked Gally, “That’s what Alby or Newt would do.” 

“Newt?” Y/n’s interest seemed to perk up. “Who’s Newt?” 

“Uh,” Gally quickly looked at Minho, gauging the boy’s emotions. “Newt’s kind of like the unofficial second- in- command. Though, maybe he’ll become the official one after today. We’ve all just realised how much we need him.” Minho swallowed and Gally continued, “Uh, he’s a Runner and is usually in charge of showing the greenies around because of his… kind and charismatic nature, if you will.”

“Well, what’s wrong? Why isn’t he here?” Y/n asked, oddly concerned for the boy she’d never met. 

“We’re not exactly sure.” Gally said, not looking at the girl. “Minho found him in the maze. He was in bad condition.” 

“He was in the maze?!” Y/n’s voice got louder. “You let people go into the maze?!” 

“Yeah,” Minho got defensive about his role, “we have to find some way out of here!” 

After a moment of hesitation, Y/n asked, “Could I see him?” 

“Um.” Minho and Gally shot each other an odd look. Y/n couldn’t quite understand what they were trying to communicate, but after a moment, Gally said, “I don’t see why not?” It came out as a question. 

Y/n followed Minho, quite fervently, to the Med- Hut. Minho led Y/n and Gally up the stairs to where Newt was currently laying, Clint still puttering around him and Jeff talking to Alby. 

Alby glanced up when the trio came inside, a confused look on his face. “What’s going on?” He asked. 

“Uh, the greenie asked to see Newt. She also came with this note.” Minho said, giving the piece of paper to Alby. 

“She?” Jeff craned his neck around Alby and looked wide- eyed at Y/n. “The greenie’s a girl?” 

“A5?” Alby mumbled, “You don’t think that could be…” He trailed off and his eyes flicked to Newt. 

“How’s Newt?” Minho asked Clint. 

Clint sighed and said, “he’ll live. That’s for certain. Thank the Creators that you found him soon enough. But… his leg’s busted pretty badly, and I think he’ll need crutches for a good while.” 

“Will he ever get better?” 

“I don’t know.” Clint shrugged. Jeff nodded sadly along. “I think it’s a high possibility that he could have a limp the rest of his life.” 

“So no more running, huh?” Minho darkly chuckled, trying to find humour in the bitter news. 

“Unfortunately, probably not.” Jeff confirmed his fears. 

“At least he’s alive,” Gally reminded Minho. Minho nodded, but didn’t say anything. 

“What is she doing here?” Alby said, almost to himself. “She’s oddly calm about this- only focusing on Newt. Y/n,” he said to the girl, “can you remember anything?” 

“No.” Y/n frowned, “It’s very unsettling. But I feel like I’m forgetting something very important. Like, I’m here for a reason. I’m supposed to feel an overwhelming emotion, but I don’t know what.”

“Do you wanna continue the tour?” Gally asked. Usually greenies wanted to know everything all at once and they had so many questions it made him want to run into the maze. 

“Do I have to?” Y/n looked at Alby, who shook his head.

“We can finish tomorrow.” He said, “Do you want to stay here with Newt?” 

“Uh, oddly, yes.” Y/n moved to the corner of the room, out of Jeff and Clint’s way. 

Minho, Gally, and Alby exited, shutting the door quietly. 

“What the hell is going on?” Gally wondered. “Newt tried to kill himself then the box came, completely off schedule may I add, only carrying this girl- who’s the first girl in the Glade! And she immediately connects with Newt. She wants to stay with him, even though she doesn’t have any memories and doesn’t know who the shuck he is!” 

“Thanks for the recap, Gally.” Minho rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome.” Gally said coldly. Alby could sense tensions rising, so he stepped in between them. 

“Gally, I want you to start building a small hut for Y/n; right away. She’ll have to sleep in a hammock in the meantime. Minho, go tell everyone that the bonfire is still happening and that tomorrow I’m going to call a Glade- wide meeting to discuss the new rules pertaining to the arrival of our greenie.” The Runner nodded and took off. Gally sighed, not looking forward to the extra work, but headed off to corral the Builders.

**

Newts’ first thought when he came to was, I hope I’m dead. But when he recognized the familiar view of the Med- Hut, Newt almost cried. 

“You’re awake,” An unknown voice commented. “How are you feeling?”

Newt’s blurry vision cleared and for a minute, he was sure he’d gone to heaven for in front of him was an angel. A girl who was foreign to him came into view. She had h/c hair and e/c coloured eyes. But the thing that struck Newt the most was the genuine concern, mixed with a dash of happiness and relief, etched into her face.

“Who are you?” Newt’s voice was hoarse and he tried to sit up on his elbows. 

The girl shook his head and moved to push him back down, but paused. “No, no.” She said, “You need to lay down. I’m Y/n. I’m the ‘greenie.’” She laughed, “Minho’s been trying to teach me all of the slang. It’s a lot to remember and adjust to.”

“Y/n?” Newt didn’t understand. “How long was I out?”

“Two days,” Y/n told him. “Come to think of it, I really should get Clint and Jeff. And Alby and Minho. And everyone. They’re all really worried.” She stood up.

“You’re a girl.” Newt stated obviously. He still couldn’t get over the fact. 

“And yet everyone seems so surprised by that.” Y/n sighed. “I came up right after you… had your accident.” She sat back down. “There was a note in my hand that said ‘Bring her to A5’. I assume that’s you?” Newt shook his head, confused. “I don’t know myself.” Y/n continued, “Apparently, I’m the first girl here, which has given you guys quite the shock. Sorry about that.”

“How’ve you been accommodating?” Newt asked, feeling his protective instinct come over him. 

Y/n laughed. “I think I should be asking you that. But, could you tell me,” she paused and cleared her throat, “what happened in the maze?”

“I…” Newt trailed off, tears starting to come to his eyes.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Y/n quickly retracted her point. When, if ever, he wanted to talk, she would be there. Until then, she would stay by him. She took a deep breath, in and out, eyes trailing around the room. “So anyway,” she continued, “I’m going to tell your friends that you’re not dead. I’m sure they’ll want to hear that. Good news for everyone.” 

Y/n exited, Newt looking after her. He was confused about who she was but also didn’t want her to go, oddly enough. He wanted her to stay and to tell her all that had happened. He wanted to tell her about what had gone through his mind right before and after he jumped. But mostly, he just wanted her to hold his hand and tell her it would be alright. 

It was a weird feeling, wanting to be comforted by someone you didn’t know and wasn’t even sure they should be here. Newt was still puzzled over the crazy coincidence that right after his incident, the first girl in the Glade came up in the Box. But, he didn’t have much time to puzzle, as for right that second, Minho and Alby came rushing in along with Clint and Jeff. 

Clint and Jeff immediately went to Newt’s bedside, whispering questions to Newt, checking on his leg, and starting all sorts of tests and procedures. Minho breathed a sigh of relief, and Alby nodded slowly and tiredly once he saw Newt upright. Y/n, seeing that everyone was where they were supposed to be, smiled and slipped into the background. 

**

Newt was slowly adjusting to life back in the Glade. He was up and around again, for only an hour or two a day and under Clint or Jeff’s constant supervision. He heavily relied on crutches and never ever answered questions about what happened that day in the maze. Whenever someone asked him, he would be simply hum and shake his head, muttering something about later. Minho was at his side nonstop, whispering and joking, trying to get his best friend back. 

Y/n had turned to the life of a cook and a Mapmaker. She studied the maps and planned out the routes for the Runners while they ran and helped them map their routes after they came back. When she wasn’t in the map room, she was with Frypan, helping him slug vegetables to the kitchen and slice the fruits for when he needed them. She hardly ever left the kitchen or Frypan’s side, with whom she had become great friends with, the map room, or her small hut that Gally had constructed after a couple days. 

The rest of the Gladers thought of her as an elusive being. They hardly ever saw her, aside from meals, and she didn’t talk to them much, content with being in her own world. Frypan, however, would say differently. Y/n talked and hummed while working, and he learned all about her days in the map room and her thoughts, many of which he asked about and started a conversation about. 

Untrue to her word, Y/n avoided Newt. She had promised herself to stay by him but let herself down. She would see him limping by, conversing with Minho, a far- off, sad look in his eye and want to go talk to him but something always held her back. Frypan continuously hinted that it would be good for his recovery if he had someone else to talk to and maybe he would open up about his depression, but she would just wave him away. 

Like Y/n, Newt wanted to talk to her too. He would be staring off into space, foot tapping absentmindedly, when he would see her. She would be working with Frypan or coming out of the map room and Newt would wonder what it would be like to hug her, or even talk to her. She was a phantom limb that Newt knew he needed, but could never grow back. An ironic situation to be in. If one has ever felt as if they wanted someone so badly or needed them to simply live, then they would know how Newt felt. He would just be happy to sit next to Y/n. They didn’t have to talk- he just wanted to sit by her. 

One day, Y/n had felt enough guilt from seeing Newt hobble around the Glade. She knocked on his Med- Hut door and after hearing a soft, ‘come in’, she entered.

“Newt?” Y/n pressed her lips into a smile. “Hi. Can we talk?” 

“Yeah.” Newt sat up, happy to have a reason to abandon his meal. 

“How are you?”

“I’m fine.” 

“Please, tell me the truth.”

Newt was about to protest, but huffed and frowned. For some reason, he felt obligated to tell her. And not only obligated- he wanted to. “I’m not well. I’m pissed that it didn’t work. I was so… done with everything. And I feel like I still am. Why couldn’t it work? Why am I here? And I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling like this. I just want to be done.”

Y/n sat down at the bottom of his bed. “I’m sure. I know you have a lot of contradicting feelings right now, but know that your friends are very happy you’re alive.” After a brief silence, she said, “Alby thinks I was sent up here to help you.”

“And what do you think?”

“I think that there’s an official greenie day coming up, and it might be fun to go.”

“Uh, I’m not sure.”

“Okay. How about we stay here and play a card game or something. Or we could talk.”

Newt shook his head. “I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your first greenie bonfire.”

“I’m sure I’m not missing anything. Plus, there’ll be another one next month.”

“No, you should go. It’ll be fun.” Newt tried to encourage her. 

“Newt, stop thinking of everyone else for a moment and think of you. Do you think it’ll be fun to hang out with me?” Newt nodded and Y/n smiled. “Great. Then I’m coming over.” Newt started to protest, but the girl shut him down. “Selflessness is an amazing, admirable, and attractive quality to have, but if it puts more stress on you, it’s not worth it. You come first.” Y/n stood, kissed Newt on the forehead, and left. 

Newt let her words sink in, letting them resonate with him. What really got to him though, was that Y/n hadn’t known him for long- just met him in fact, and was already being kind and sweet to him. She was taking care of him- something no one had ever done. Her kiss seemed to burn on his forehead and after all of his thoughts, his last one was: does she think I’m attractive?

**

Y/n placed down a Queen of Hearts. Newt thought for a moment before placing down an Ace of Hearts. 

“Damn it!” Y/n groaned, throwing down her cards. Newt laughed at her display. “How are you so good at this?! I’m the one that taught you.”

“Guess I’m just lucky.” Newt grinned.

“Yes, you are.” They had been at cards for three hours now, mixed in with chatting and many laughs. Newt had won 13 of them, and Y/n 5. The sounds of the bonfire were muffled behind them and though the noises might’ve been enticing for anyone else, for Y/n and Newt it was simply white noise. They were perfectly content in the company of the other.

Minho and Gally had checked in on them at one point, Gally bringing both of them a brew of his special drink. Y/n had pushed hers away after the first sip and Newt had happily taken it. The liquid had loosened Newt up a bit, him chattering away, talking more than Y/n had ever heard him talk. Newt would slip in comments about his depression and Y/n would take them to heart and make a mental note of them to think about later. 

After a long night, Y/n had announced that she was going to try and get some sleep. Newt nodded and warned her about the sheer amount of hungover boys she would see in the morning. Y/n laughed and said she would take the warning to heart. 

Once she exited Newt’s room, Y/n sighed deeply and rubbed her temples harshly. She slowly made her way to her hut, the sounds and sights of the bonfire only a tiny speck in the distance. After tonight, Y/n was sure of her feelings for Newt. She felt bad for the boy, but she also loved his company and his caring personality. It also didn’t hurt that he was hot. But was it okay to feel for a boy she hadn’t known that long? Were her feelings only of infatuation or something more? 

Ever since she came up in the Box, Y/n had felt a strong attraction to Newt. The note she came up with, labelling her as A11, added to her confusion.

An impulse decision burst through her and Y/n turned on her heel, marching back to Newt’s room. Throwing open the door, Y/n started speaking, ignoring Newt’s confused expression. “What’s going on between us?” Y/n asked. Newt blinked, shocked at her outburst. “I mean,” she continued, “am I imagining things? And I don’t know if the creators are just conducting our strings, but I really hope not because I want these feelings I have for you to be real. I really really like you, Newt and I hope I haven’t messed everything up by telling you.”

After a short second, Newt let out a small laugh. Y/n took a deep breath, having known rejection was on the table. His laugh only confirmed that. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll leave.”

Newt rapidly shook his head, quickly shouting out, “No! Y/n, bloody hell, I just thought I was another one of the hormonal boys who kid themselves.” His smile said it all, ”You’re a wonderful, kind, and lovely girl, watching over me and all, and I thought it was because I’m pathetic and you felt sorry for me but now I know it was something more. And I’m so glad it was.”

“Really?” Y/n asked softly. Newt’s smile, a full, true, happy smile that hadn’t graced his face for a long time told Y/n all she needed to know. 

Newt struggled to get out of his bed and Y/n rushed to help him. “Shuck, I hate this.” He muttered, both knowing he was talking of his limp. “I- I would’ve never jumped if I knew you were coming.”

“But I’m here because you jumped.” Y/n said, Newt wrapping a hand around her waist for stability. Y/n looped her arms around him and a loose hug.

He grinned down at her and said, “I guess there was something good that came out of it. I still can’t believe you like me too.”

“Course I do.”

“Good, because I’m not sure what I will do without you.”

“We make a pretty good team.”

Newt’s smile never dissolved as he leaned down to kiss her. “We really do.”

[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.

[creptolli]

Pet names from the entire CoD ensemble (TF141, Los vaqueros, Graves, Alex & Farah, Hadir, Valeria..)

because it’s actually painful when I see someone use one that I could not imagine hearing from them (no hate it’s my problem not anyone else’s 😭🙏)

A/N: y’all I’m not from any of the character’s countries meaning idk standard terms of endearment in their countries/languages (о´∀`о) - especially the Arabic ones

Also, I may do another one with Makarov, Nolan, König (ew), Horangi and anyone else y’all want!

@medic--main for you :33

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

MY BABY (anywho)

- definitely uses ‘Love, Lovey, Babe, Baby’

- could hear him possibly saying ‘Darling’

- maybe ‘Sweetheart’

- honestly probably wouldn’t use his lover’s name as much to their face. More while referring to them.

- If you ever got married, he would 100% jokingly yell “HUSBAND/WIFE!!” Whenever someone wanted to speak to you.

Rodolfo ‘Rudy’ Parra

- y’all idk Spanish but if you have any ideas for pet names in Spanish then yes.

- ‘Amor, Corazón, Cariño’ [Love, Heart, Darling]

- ‘Darling’ is something that could be heard at points in time but likely not when dating, more married.

- would interchange between ‘Amor/Love’ in conversations.

- Would use your first name a lot, especially when other people are around. It’s not that he’s insecure or anything, he just prefers using your name.

Phillip Graves

- ‘Sweetheart’ violent screaming

- ‘Darling’ more violent screaming

- Could at times use ‘Baby, Love’

- rarely says ‘Babe’ instead of ‘Baby’

- ‘Honey’ <33

- ‘Doll’ or ‘Dolly’

RHAJGDISHDUAUDHSB IM GOING INSANE

- honestly wouldn’t use your name a lot, sure sometimes when he’s in conversation with others, but even then he just says ‘the missus/mister’ or ‘my sweetheart’

- would sometimes tease you when you’re dating by using your last name rather than your first name when wanting your attention. Idk it’s an authority thing. 😏

John Price

- ‘Darling, Love, Sweetheart’ melts

- again, before you took his last name (or he takes yours), he would call you by your last name.

- ‘Lovey’ when he wants to be a pain tease

- in marriage he would often say ‘Sweetie’

- sometimes uses ‘Honey’ or ‘Hon’

- sometimes he would use your first name.

Alex Keller

RAHHH MY LOVE <333

- ‘Babe, Baby’ an insane amount.

- Sometimes, but not often, ‘Love’

- probably uses stupid names or inside jokes that no one else understands.

- if you speak another language, he 100% try’s to learn it and use names from it (he’s absolutely terrible to the point of it being painful, but he’s adorable in trying nonetheless).

- used your first name a lot, sometimes used your last name as a joke.

Farah Karim

- ‘My Love’ is her go to <33

- never ‘Babe’ but sometimes (rarely) ‘Baby’

- ‘Honey’ or ‘Hon’ especially.

the next ones I got straight off of Google so I apologise in advance if they’re wrong (´；Д；`)

- ‘habib albi’ This term of affection means “love of my heart” - حبيب/حبيبة قلبي

- ‘ya hayati’ “my life” - يا حياتي

I would put more but that fucked up my keyboard and took about 10 minutes (copy and paste was a pain in the ass)

Hadir Karim

- said ‘Babe’ once and immediately regretted it, he thought it sounded stupid. It did

- never ‘Baby’

- sometimes he says ‘Love’ or ‘My Love’

- Has a lot of inside jokes that he uses to make fun of you (he means it in good fun).

- Any of the Arabic words from Farah’s list (I’m aware that Uzikstan has its own language.. because I searched it up.. but they also speak Arabic - it’s just not as well spoken)

- sometimes try’s out ‘Sweetie’ or ‘My Sweet’

More Arabic below ⬇️ (again I’m so sorry if it’s wrong it’s from Google I know absolutely nothing about the language, please correct anything if you do know🧍‍♂️)

- ‘ya helo’ “my beautiful” - يا حلو/حلوة

- ‘ya amar’ “my moon” - يا قمر

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

- ‘Hen’ & ‘Honey’ for sure

- Often also uses ‘Sweetheart’ and ‘Sweetie’

- probably uses ‘Bonnie’ if he’s with a femme partner (idk much about Scottish slang)

- loves to yell ‘WIFE/HUSBAND’ if y’all ever get married.

- Would probably jokingly say ‘Dear’ or ‘Darling’ to sound fancy (it sounds so weird with his accent that it always makes you giggle)

- ‘Doll’ and ‘Dolly’ while dating, not as much during marriage.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

- ‘Dear’ when married, also uses ‘Darling’ a lot when married but plays (teases) when dating.

- he sometimes, but it’s usually rarely, ‘Sweetie’ or ‘Sweetheart’

- apparently ‘Duck’ is a British term of endearment? Idk it says older gentlemen use it and he seems like he would say it. Old man soul

- sometimes says ‘Love’ or ‘Lovey’ when he’s sleepy.

- uses your first name a lot, not as much your last name.

- unless you get married, in which he uses your last name all the time (whether you take his last name or he takes yours)

Alejandro Vargas

- He uses a lot more English than Spanish around you unless your first language is also Spanish.

- He loves to tease you with inside jokes and all sorts of complicated Spanish compliments if you don’t speak the language.

- ‘Cariño’ & ‘Amor’ a lot.

- Doesn’t usually use ‘Corazón’ but it will rarely slip.

- ‘Cielo’ [Sky] sometimes, but again, not so much.

- sometimes says ‘Babe’ or ‘Baby’

Valeria Garza

Gods there aren’t enough women

- lovesss calling you ‘Corazón’ and ‘Cielo’ especially right next to your ear while holding you from behind, pushing her body weight onto you.

- ‘Mi Vida’ [My Life] sometimes

- ‘Mi Rey/Reina’ [My King/Queen] a lot, especially if she’s treating you to dinner/luxury.

- Doesn’t often use English pet names, but when she does she favours ‘Love’ or ‘My Heart’ (she often translates Spanish names directly into English)

Here’s the website I used (for mainly Arabic) ⬇️

Edit: HOLY SHIT I FORGOT NIKOLAI