*Requested: Mistletoe gets sent up in the Box and Y/N ends up giving a kiss to all the Gladers except for Newt because she forgot (fluff).*
You rushed towards the Box with the other Gladers. You maneuvered your way towards the front of the crowd and wondered what the next Greenie was like.
“There’s a bunch of boxes and a note.” Newt said and you tried to get a closer look.
“Merry Christmas. Y/N will know what it is.” Newt read and you stood in confusion as the eyes of all the Gladers fell on you. Newt took your hand and helped you down into the Box and you opened a couple crates. The Greenie, of course, was confused as ever but Alby helped him out as you looked around the Box.
“Christmas…” you whispered softly and closed your eyes. It was at the tip of your tongue.
“It’s a celebration. We give gifts and party.” you said with realization and the Gladers whooped and hollered.
“I want to help Y/N!” you heard Chuck say and you helped him into the Box as Newt got out and unloaded the crates.
“Y/N?” you heard and turned, seeing Chuck holding a little green plant.
“What is this? Why would we need a couple leaves like this?” he asked and you took a closer look at what was in the young boy’s hand.
“Oh, Chuck. That’s mistletoe.” you said and took it from him.
“When mistletoe is hung above two people, it’s a tradition that they share a kiss.” you said and placed a gentle kiss on Chuck’s cheek.
“Merry Christmas.” you said softly and his already pink cheeks blushed even more.
“I’m next!” you heard Thomas yell as he ran across the Glade and wrapped his arms around your waist, waiting for you to give him a kiss. You planted one on his cheek and he let go of you, satisfied.
“My turn.” you heard and saw a small crowd of boys being led by Gally. You were a little surprised that he wanted a kiss, but you couldn’t say no and held the mistletoe tightly as you kissed each boy’s cheek.
“What about me, honey?” you heard and saw Minho strutting towards you. The muscular boy wrapped his arms around you and dipped you close to the ground, giving you his all-famous smirk. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and he lifted you up again, looking content.
You kissed every boy’s cheek in the Glade and you were finally back to setting up Christmas with Chuck.
The bonfire was even more celebatory than usual. It was Christmas time, and everyone was buzzing.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something…” you said to Chuck and he shrugged.
“We decorated everything. Oh! Newt told me he really likes the way it all looks, he was really impressed by you.” Chuck said and you thought for a second. Of course Chuck was telling you this because he knows you like Newt but there was something else with Newt.
“Chuck, where’s the mistletoe?” you asked and he pointed towards the hammocks. You jogged over and saw it hanging by your hammock. Chuck must’ve put it there. How cute.
You grabbed the mistletoe and walked back towards the fire but your eyes caught Newt standing by the Homestead.
“Hi.” you said and he jumped slightly. You could tell he was in deep thought but you had snapped him out of it.
“Hello.” he said and your chest grew warm. You were nervous about what you were about to do.
“Merry Christmas.” you said and took the mistletoe out from behind your back. Newt stared at it, unsure.
“Mistletoe. I kissed everyone else on the cheek. Almost forgot the most important shank here.” you said and looked up into his eyes.
“So what does that mean?” he leaned in close to you and you wrapped an arm around his lower back.
“It means I saved my best kiss for last.” you said and stood on your toes in order to reach Newt’s lips. When your small, soft lips came into contact with his smooth ones, it was like drinking Gally’s special drink and becoming all warm on the inside.
“Merry Christmas.” he whispered and took the mistletoe from your hand, hung it above you two, and kissed you again.
Request: Could you do a Y/N imagine with Minho and how he says he loves you all the time but you can’t say it back. Like my heart breaks thinking about that, thank you and Merry Christmas!!!!!
I’m sorry it’s been so long- I was super busy over break and on my trip!
“Runners should be back soon,” Newt observed, gazing at the doors as he stretched his back and wiped sweat off his brow. You grunted in acknowledgment but kept your head down as you dug deeper into the dirt. Even though you didn’t look up, you could hear Newt chuckle. You glared at him rather than asking for an explanation for that smirk of his. “When you ‘n Minho first got together I figured you’d be a mess while he was in the maze from then on out. Glad you’re not, but I think it’s funny how… little emotion you show,” he clarified. You sighed and wiped your grimy hands on your pants, standing up and putting one hand on your hip, the other acting as a visor to block the sun for your eyes.
“I show emotion,” you snapped in defense. “I just… Minho always comes back. No need to be worried, right?” Newt just shook his head and grinned.
When the runners finally did come sprinting back into the maze, sweaty and exhausted, Minho ran straight up to you. He took you in his arms, kissed your lips, and murmured, “Gotta go to the map room. I’ll catch up with you after that, okay? I love you.” And then he was off to the map room, leaving you standing stricken. ‘I love you’? He’s never said that before! What did it mean? Was he serious? Would he expect you to say it back? It was a sweet, sure, but… for some reason you felt almost nauseated with anxiety. You only jerked back into action when you heard Zart whisper to Newt, “hey, is Y/n okay? she looks kinda… like she’s gonna puke.”
“It’s dinner time right? I’m going to dinner, are you guys coming to dinner? I’ll see you there,” you rushed out, turning heel and sprinting towards the dining hall. You sat with Newt until Thomas and Minho finished in the map room and joined you. You tried your best to not worry about what had happened earlier, but everyone could obviously tell something was up. Newt kept looking between you and Minho, and Thomas was just watching you suspiciously. Minho seemed extra affectionate, keeping his arm around you practically the entire dinner.
“Hey, you seem weird, what’s going on?” Minho asked as the two of you strolled around the glade, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You gave a noncommittal shrug and avoided eye contact with him at all costs. He rolled his eyes and heaved a huge sigh, then stopped and turned to face you head on. “Y/n, what’s up? I know something’s going on with you,” he insisted, putting his hands on his hips impatiently. You shrugged and forced a smile.
“I’m just tired- the past few days I haven’t slept very well,” you lied. Your stomach squirmed uncomfortably, but you weren’t about to tell him that he had seriously made you uncomfortable earlier.
“Oh, well if that’s all, then let’s get you to bed,” Minho said, instantly relaxing and smiling brightly at you. He walked you to your hammock and gave you a gentle kiss goodnight. You smiled warmly and closed your eyes, finally beginning to feel back to normal.
“Goodnight, Minho. See you in the morning,” you murmured sleepily.
“See you in the morning, Y/n. I love you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead and walking to his own hammock. The strangest sensation of dread once again filled you, and you knew that sleep would be difficult to come by.
The next day at work, Newt sighed and leaned up against his shovel, staring down at you accusingly. You ignored him for a good two minutes until he cleared his throat and somehow his staring intensified.
“Can I help you?” you asked with a roll of your eyes, finally giving in and looking back at him.
“What is with you today, Y/n? You’re so jumpy, and you’re working very… ferociously. I think you’re the first person ever to look scary while gardening,” he observed, his dark eyes wide. When you didn’t answer, Newt pressed further. “Is it something with Minho?” Newt could always see straight through you, so you knew there was no point in trying to lie.
“Yes, it’s something with Minho,” you grumbled, contemplating whether or not to continue. Newt just knelt next to you and looked at you expectantly. “He keeps telling me he loves me. Yesterday he said it twice, and even today before he left he already said it three times!” you hissed, glancing around furtively, hoping no one else could hear.
Newt’s brow scrunched in confusion and he ran a hand through his blonde hair. “Sorry if this is a dumb question, but… why is that bad?”
“I don’t know! That’s the problem! It just makes me feel weird when he says it, and I don’t want to say it back, but I feel like I have to, and UGGGHHHH,” you groaned, tossing your hands in the air in utter defeat. Newt nodded as if he had any idea what you were talking about and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Well, I think tonight after dinner you need to talk to him and tell him what’s going on. That’s the only way you’ll solve anything and you know it. Now, we’ve got a lot more plants to tend to, so let’s get back to work.”
Dinner came and went, but your stomach squirmed so much from nerves that you couldn’t bring yourself to eat a thing. Newt kept giving you encouraging smiles and Minho asked you what was wrong nine times, to which you responded with a shrug every time. As the two of you walked around the glade after dinner as usual, he asked you again.
“Y/n, seriously, what is with you?” he repeated, frustration edging its way into his voice. “You know you can tell me anything, right? Y/n, I love you.”
You sighed and buried your face in your hands. “That’s it, that’s what’s wrong,” you groaned into your palms. “You always say you love me,” you admitted.
You felt Minho freeze beside you. “And you never say it back,” he whispered, his voice broken.
Regret and guilt suddenly washing over you, you snapped your head up and gazed at him insistently. “I just can’t, Minho. It’s just that… I mean, how do we even know what love is, am I right? We’ve been stuck in this maze for as long as we can remember and we’re just kids, how can we even really know? And I think I do love you, but how can either of us really know? I just want to make sure we’re being real with each other, you know? I don’t want to say it and be meaningless,” you said, words rushing out of your mouth as quickly as you could say them. His eyes watched your face intently, and as you finished he began to nod, biting his lip.
“Okay. I get it. I don’t necessarily agree, but I understand. If it bothers you, I’ll stop saying it, deal?” he suggested, forcing a smile.
Your heart cracking within your chest, you nodded and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest.“Deal. Thank you,” you breathed as he hesitantly hugged you back.
The morningsunlight cut like a golden blade through the heavy canopy of leafs above.Even the birds in the trees that grew along the small river, seemed to be still too tiered to sing, so the same glade was wrapped in a layer of silence that was only mildly ripped by the sound of the happy gurgling river.
In the pale morninglight bleached Mars on the ground spread Linencloths, which she had washed in the river before. And still there were glittering soapbubbles on the rivers surface like colourful pearls of glass. The Halforc had set her camp at the glade in the night before, now she was sitting before her tent with a cup of tea in her hands and the small campfire before her feet for there was nothing else to do while she waited for the sun to do their work and dry the on the grass laying householdlinen, tunics and trousers. It was quiet, even her Drafthorse Kevin and the Burro Come-Here seemed to doze in the warm morninglight, feeling both much too comfortable to even browse over the of dew damp grass.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
From one moment to another Mars ears jolted upwards like the ears of a suprised deer. Leery the young woman looked over her shoulder and-
Tap. Tap. Tap.
-saw a tiny, little boundle of fur with two small horns and two even smaller hoofs toddle over what was the freshly washed outer of Mars tent. At least it had been freshly washed before it had happned to lay in the small Taurenchilds way.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The Taurenchild hoofs made dull sounds while stepping on the bright linen. Putting her cup to the side, Mar stood up from her place and slowly stepped closer. Promptly alerted her ears listened after the sounds in the forest undergrowth, after the sounds of someone to which the child belonged to. The child who stood dangerously near to a river.
The child who stood dangerously near to a river and was so young that Mar doubted that they had learned to swim yet.
However, all the Halforc heard was the calm gurgle of the river and the childs quiet huff when their short toddlerlegs gave in under them and they flopped on their rear.
“Greetings, Child.”, Mar said carefully and inched a little closer, still listening after the sounds around her and somehow the gurgle of the river so near to the child sounded nolonger happy or calm but sounded almost like a dangerous snarl. As they heard Mars voice the child looked over to the young woman with their fluffy ears jolted upwards and their eyes as round as glasspearls. Then the child looked back to the soapbubbles on the rivers surface and Mar felt her guts cramp to a heavy knot. Automatically Mar gauged the distance between her and the child and the distance between the child and the river. The Halforc felt beads of sweat appear on her forehead.
Then everything happned fast.
The child got back on their small hoofs again, toddling twards the soapbubbles on the rivers water. Promptly Mar sprinted forward, arms outstretched.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Not fast enough, Not fast enough, not fast enough!, The thought throbbed painfully against the inside of Mars skull like a warhammer.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Beneath the tiny forward stomping hoofs riverwater sloshed up.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Mar jumped forward.
Tap! Tap! Ta-..!
Then- Yes, yes! Thanks the Light! Thanks Elune! Thanks the Earthmother!- Mars hands closed around the fabric of the childs tunic. Hasty Mar pulled the little Tauren back and then up in her stout arms.
The little Tauren was heavier than the Halforc had expected and for a moment she gasped, before she lay a arm under the childs legs and the other over their back, holding them before her chest.
“That was dangerous!”, she grunted in orcish, but the little boundle of fur only looked up at her quizzically. They seemed to like to be held, for they only looked back one last time to the colourful soapbubbles on the rivers water before they trustingly lay their arms around Mars neck and wagged their little tail happily.
More confused than actually angry, the Halforc frowned at the child.
“Well…”, she said as the frown draw a long line between her thick eyebrows: “I am sure someone is already looking for you. So we better go now to look for them instead, yes?” The child did not answered, but they wiggled their fluffy ears and Mar just interpreted this as a ´yes´.