it's a bit different than the one in the movie and so much better dammit

Boys in Plaid || Peter Parker x Reader

i have no excuse for this drabble other than the fact that i love peter parker too much.

this isn’t a sequel to {{beloved season}} since I feel pretty torn about it. on one hand, i feel like it’s gr8 on its own, but on the other hand–

i wanna give peter the happy ending he deserves 。゚(TヮT)゚。

i’ll think about making a sequel later. Maybe it’ll happen sometime in the future but idk bc the original requester never really spoke about wanting it to be a two parter so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so to make it up for making any of you readers cry with {{beloved season}}, have a fluffy drabble with peter (●♡∀♡)

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

**dont repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine!!



[key: =reader’s text

=peter’s text]

boys in plaid are so cute.

really? you think so?

petey, i don’t just think so. I KNOW SO.

so are you saying that you’d date any guy, as long as he wore plaid??

welllll, i do have standards tho. not any guy can date me just from wearing plaids alone.

then what do you look for…in a boyfriend?

hhhhh i can’t believe im telling my best friend this (/ω\) okay what i look for in a bf is that he has to be super sweet with a genuine personality. like, he’s not a lowkey asshole when im alone with him and only a sweetheart in public, you feel???

he has to be like SUPPPEEERR SMART and he has to be willing to spoil me with cuddles and nights spent watching cheesy 80s movies (/ω\)

also boys who wear plaid with jeans and converses are my absolute weakness (/ω\) ♡ ♡

i see…


Peter Parker couldn’t help the wide grin that showed on his face after reading the series of texts between him and [Name]. He could practically feel his confidence skyrocketing to the roof because he finally had proof that he had a chance with her.

Setting his phone to the side, he stands and searches through his closet, picking out all of the plaid shirts that he could find before setting them aside.

Despite how foolish Peter felt about doing this, he knew that it would all be worth it in the end if he managed to have [Name] in his arms.


You go into Midtown the next day with a sluggish walk that usually came with Monday mornings. Internally groaning at having to deal with chemistry and lab first thing in the morning, you unlock your locker and pulled out a thick textbook, your lab workbook, and binder. The weight of each book was becoming uncomfortable against your arms, and you were struggling with closing your locker when you felt someone take away your stack of books from the side.

“Here, let me help you [Nickname].” Recognizing Peter’s voice, you face him, about to thank him when you felt your words die against your throat.

Holy shit, had Peter always been this fucking cute?! The boy was standing next to you, looking positively delectable as he wore a black and red patterned plaid shirt coupled along with a pair of jeans and his signature converses. The fact that he wasn’t covering the plaid shirt with his usual Midtown High hoodie made you see his physique as a whole in a totally different light.

As you stared at him, you were loving how broad his chest was as his left arm seemed to bulge a bit as he carried your books in one hand, making you nearly drool at how his veins were shown on his wrist.

“Oh my god, you’re so cute-” you catch yourself at the very last minute, feeling a deep blush paint your skin when you cover your mouth with your hand. You had just told Peter that he was cute!!! And that was the one thing you were absolutely terrified of admitting.

When you had texted Peter last night about your love for boys in plaid, you had unconsciously (and automatically) described Peter Benjamin Parker in near perfect detail. Only after you had sent those texts did you realize the error of your ways- however, you were confident that Peter was too nerdy to understand your (un)intentional description of him.

But the fact that he was in front of you, (dressed to absolute perfection in your favorite aesthetic) was making your knees weak as you shivered at his proximity. You should have known better, dammit. Peter had been your friend for years now, and there really wasn’t much you could hide from him.

Peter seemed pleased at your embarrassment as he shifted all of your books beneath his left arm. Using his right hand, he gently runs a finger down your face, stopping at your lips before lingering against them, “I’m so nervous right now, and I want nothing more than for you to finally put me out of my misery and be my girlfriend. If the fact that I literally spent some time the night before picking out this exact outfit in a pathetic attempt to get you to notice me isn’t enough proof that I’m already madly in love with you, then I don’t know what is.”

You close your eyes and lean into the palm of his hand when he begins to caress your cheek, “Yeah? Well if the fact that I described you in perfect detail the night before isn’t proof that I’m madly in love with you, then I don’t know what is.”

Peter laughs, the sound making your heart flutter when he leans down to place a quick kiss against your lips, “How about we both put each other out of our miseries right now and become that gross couple who hold hands and kiss all the time?”

You cutely scrunch up your nose before nuzzling Peter with it, laughing while staring into his sweet brown eyes, “I think I’d like that.”


Originally posted by chrisbeck

that one BNHA/KHR I was writing

I love KHR and have also been a fan of BNHA even before the anime came out. Since I haven’t written anything in a long time, I thought “hey, why not give it a try again?” So I brainstormed on what plot it should have.

Both Tsuna and Izuku are my favorite characters in their respective series, but I have a better grasp on writing Tsuna so I decided to focus on him.

This story is basically Tsuna gets stranded in another world -> becomes homeless. WIP title is Aimless but might change once I finish it. (maybe call it Homeless!Tsuna AU for now idk)

I’m actually 5k+ words into it and decided to share a preview.

Attracting chaos must be Tsuna’s special talent.

He always thought of himself as an average person, but ever since Reborn came to his life, all the powers that be in the universe have somehow conspired together to keep throwing him in every bullshit situation possible.

Or more specifically, how he ended up in a different world and somehow turned their society on its head. 

(By accident, to boot.)

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* Lafayette × Reader
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: Could you do one where the reader is hanging out with Burr a lot and Lafayette gets super jealous. Burr noticed and he gets the Schuylers sisters and the hamilsquad to help him get the reader and Laf together, though it may take a couple tries.

A/N: really long, at least longer than average. I’m like seventy-five percent happy with this story but oh well. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 2,882


You walked into the noisy bar after a long day of work. You followed the source of most of the noise and found your friends on some odd numbered round. You plunked into a chair next to Aaron Burr. He was the calmest of the group, calmly sipping from his glass and flipping though a book. He glanced up at you as you dropped down.

“Long day?” He asked as he closed his book.

“The longest.” You groaned.

“Hm, I guarantee it was the same length as yesterday.” He said back.

“Oh shut up.” You retorted and kicked him lightly.

“Mon amie!” Lafayette shouted, drawing your attention to him. “Would you like a round?” He asked. You nodded eagerly so he stood to go grab you a drink. You raised your legs and laid them in Aaron’s lap. He chuckled a bit before turning back to his book.

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CheaterCheater - Austin Carlile


anon: your dating Austin carlile but in secret because Andy biesack is you brother and he finds out and flips but Juliet was helping you keep it a secret combine with: Can I please get a Mike Fuentes & Austin Carlile imagine one were you catch mike cheating on you then years pass and your dating austin … You run into mike at the supermarket and he begs you to take him back but you say no because your happy with austin. Sorry if this is confusing xC
“I’m going to go see Mike,” I said to my brother Andy as I pulled on my jacket.
“When will you be back?”
“Um, I’m not sure, a few hours maybe,” Andy didn’t seem to like that answer.
“Oh, ok. Just text me if you need anything,” He said looking worried.
“Will do,” I said as I left.
I walked down the street. Mike only lived about ten minutes away. I put my headphones in and turned the music on as loud as it would go. The walk seemed to be shorter, maybe it’s just the anxiety. I haven’t seen Mike in a week and I’m excited to see him again.
I knocked on the wooden door, no answer. I knocked again but louder this time. His car’s in the yard, he’s home but not answering. Panic started rising within me, I opened the door and ran into the living room.
“Mike?” I asked looking around.
I heard moaning coming from down the hall.
I slowly walked toward Mike’s bedroom. I looked in the door and saw some fake-tanned blonde and Mike under a blanket.
Tears started welling up in my eyes while my blood was boiling.
“(Y/N)!?” Mike looked at me confused.
“We’re done!” I screamed stomping out of the house.
“Wait,” He said grabbing my wrist.
When I turned he said nothing, just stared at me.
“Mike, how long was this going on?” I asked.
“About a month,” He mumbled looking down.
I scoffed and turned around, ripping my hand from his grasp and running out of the house and down the road toward my house.
Tears were pouring down my cheeks as I ran past Andy and into my room.
“(Y/N)? What happened? Are you okay?” Andy questioned knocking on my door.
“Leave me alone!” I sobbed.
I went and opened the door.
“Mike cheated on me, for a month!” Andy pulled me into a hug.
“(Y/n), you deserve so much better than him,” Andy said rubbing my back.
I was crushed.
“Two years,” I choked out, “we were dating for two years, a-and then,” I paused, “he cheats on me!” I buried my head into Andys’ chest.
“Shh, it’s okay. You can do so much better than him anyway,” Andy comforted rubbing his large hands up and down my spine.
“I loved him. I-I thought he loved me back,” My breath caught in my throat, I could hardly breathe. Sorrow filled my lungs, worthlessness floated around my mind, my heart was drained of all the love I ever felt.
“He’s a dick,” Andy said lowly.
A hard knock boomed from downstairs.
I looked up at Andy. He was looking toward the staircase.
“It’s probably Mike,” I said quietly.
“(Y/N)! Please! Let me in! I’m so sorry,” I heard Mike yell.
Tears began streaming down my face once again. I shook my head and placed my forehead back on Andys’ chest.
“I should go kick his ass,” Andy said through his teeth.
I laughed slightly.
“I should talk to him, clear things up,” I mumbled.
Andy nodded, “I’m going to be with you the entire time, just incase.”
We walked down the stairs together, I slowly opened the door and looked at Mikes’ tear stained cheeks.
“(Y/N)?! Oh thank god, I-”
“Wait. I need to talk. First of all, we’re through. There’s no getting us back. Second, why? Why did you cheat? Was I not good enough for you, Mike? Were you to good for me. You’re a rockstar I should’ve expected this to happen.”
“No, no (y/n). I was just being stupid. You’re perfect, I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a huge mistake!” Mike looked at me with pleading eyes. It was hard to stay angry but I managed.
“It obviously wasn’t just a mistake, Michael! It went on for a MONTH! How could you? I was sure that you loved me just as much as I loved you!” Tears well up in my eyes, overflowing and flowing down my cheek to add one more stain to the collection on my face.
“I did! I still do (y/n). I still love you. I always will.” He pleaded.
My breathing became rapid and uncontrollable.
“Just leave, Mike. I’m done,” I turned away slowly tears streaming down my face.
“Wait!” Mike grasped for my arm but never touched it.
“Don’t you dare touch her with those dirty, scum-bag hands of yours,” Andy growled gripping tightly onto Mike’s wrist.
“I suggest you leave,” Andy said deeply, “NOW!”
Mike looked at me one last time, an ashamed look in his eyes. I knew he was desperate to get me to forgive him, but why he was so desperate, I have no idea. He had a girl that could be mistaken for a model in his bed only half an hour ago, why would he come back to me?
“If he tries to talk to you again tell me, okay?” Andy looked straight into my eyes. I could sense his empathy.
I nodded and went up to my room. I curled into my patterned comforter. The darkness encased me, leaving no room for light. I felt so wounded, my heart ached. I screamed into my pillow, smashing my fists against the firm matress.
A shrill ring echoed out beside me; my phone.
“Ugh!” I screamed.
I slowly inched out of my cacoon, I pressed the lock button. The screen lit up; 10 missed calls and 27 texts.
“Dammit,” I mumbled.
I set my phone down and laid my head back down on the pillow. Curosity got the best of me and I decided to check my phone.
*32 TEXTS*
I read some of them.
‘I’m so sorry’
'You deserve better’
'please just answer me’
'I love you’
’(Y/N)? please’
'i know i messed up but please, just one text’
My thumbs danced over the keyboard on the screen.
'Never text me again’
I quickly erased that and though some more. I can’t seem like the bad guy in this.
'Mike, we’re through. This is the one text you wanted, so here. But don’t text me again. It’s better for both of us.’
I hit the send button and relaxed back into the cloud-like blankets.
'Alright. I love you.’
I shut my phone off and tried to get some sleep. Anything to take my mind off of the day.
“Rise and shine sweetie!” A gentle voice greeted.
I turned and saw Juliet, Andy’s girlfriend, standing at my door.
“Hey Juliet,” I croaked out trying to sound happy.
“Andy told me about everything,” She said sympathetically, “You can do so much better than him, trust me.”
I smiled weakly.
“Andy made lunch,” She quickly tried to change the subject, “you’re favourite!”
I mustered up the best laugh I could do and slid out of my warm, inviting bed.
I trudged down the stairs, Juliet following closely behind.
“Hey (Y/N)!” Andy exclaimed.
“Hey Andy,” I replied with a dead tone.
He gave me a sympathetic smile.
“(Y/N), I was thinking, how about we go out shopping today? Or we could go see a movie, your pick,” Juliet suggested trying to be up beat.
I usually would say yes in a heartbeat but this was different circumstances.
“I think I’d rather stay here,” I said quietly.
Juliets smile quickly turned into a sorry smile, “alright. Maybe some other time.”
I nodded and grabbed my full plate of food Andy prepared off the table. We all sat at the table. An eery silence surounded us. I had a few bites then resorted to pushing the food around my plate with my fork.
“You haven’t eaten much today (Y/N), you should try to have a bit more,” Andy said in a parental tone.
I didn’t say anything I just took a few more bites. The food was amazing for being Andy’s cooking but I wasn’t really in the mood for eating.
“I’m going to go up to my room. I’ll finish my food later.” I got up and put my plate in the fridge.
Andy and Juliet just nodded.
I trudged up the stairs. Everything seemed like a chore now.
I opened my door and my eyes landed on the picture on my bedside table, Mike and I in front of the eiffel tower on our 1st anniversary. The room became filled with the sound of sobs. I’m undeniably in love with him, but I don’t want to be. I know I should just get over him, but it’s so hard to just forget abount 2 years of your life.
*2 years later*
“ANDY!” I shouted running over to him.
The crowded airport looked at us like we were crazy.
“I’m so glad to have you back home,” I said hugging my brother.
“I’m glad to be back home,” Andy said smiling.
I looked up and saw none other than Of Mice & Men walking out of the same terminal Andy just came through.
“I didn’t know Of Mice was coming here?” I looked at Andy puzzled.
“Oh yeah, they said they wanted me to record a song with them on their new record. So yeah, they’re staying here for a bit.”
“Oh, okay.”
The five boys walked over to us.
“Where’s Jules?” Tino asked.
“She couldn’t make it, she had to work,” I answered.
They nodded and then began talking to each other.
“So, you must be (Y/N),” Austin said coming over to me.
“Yeah, that’s me,” I smiled polietly. “And you must be Mr. Austin Carlile,” He nodded while giggling, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
We exchanged smiles while holding eye contact.
“So!” Alan exclaimed breaking Austin and I out of our little world. “Are we going to get some food? I’m starving!” The rest of the boys nodded in agreement.
“I actually made some homemade lasagna, if you want that,” I said fiddling with my fingers. The intense stare of six hungry men is quite intimidating.
I laughed.
“Well let’s get going then.”
*At Andy and (Y/N)’s house*
The dinner table was silent, everyone was to busy shoveling food into their mouths to talk. I must admit the lasagna did turn out well for my first time making it from scratch.
“That was amazing (Y/N)!” Phil exclaimed with a huge smile.
“Thank you, Phil.”
“You need to cook more often,” Andy said.
“If I do these guys will never go home!” I said refering to the Of Mice guys.
Everyone laughed.
“She’s right ya know,” Alan said through laughter.
They all nodded.
“Hey, is the XBox still downstairs?” Andy asked.
“Well let’s go down and play!”
The boys all stood up and rushed their plates over to the sink.
“I’m going to clean up a bit,” I said walking over to the sink.
“I’ll help,” Austin said coming towards me.
“We’ll be down in a few,” He told the boys.
“You don’t have to help you know. You can go down with the boys if you want,” I said to him once everyone was downstairs.
“I actually wanted to talk to you, one on one,” He said seriously while drying the dishes.
I’m sure the baffled look on my face was obvious.
“How would you like to go on a date sometime?”
I looked at him in shock. I’ve always had a slight crush on him, we was such a sweet and caring guy.
“I-I would love that!” I replied almost to quickly.
“Awesome,” He said grinning.
*5 months later*
“He’s going to find out sometime,” Juliet said to me sitting down on the edge of my bed.
“You know how Andy got after my break up with Mike, I don’t think he’s going to be happy that I’m dating another rockstar musician,” I sighed.
“We’ll just have to come up with a plan,”
I thought for a minute.
“I just won’t mention anything. I won’t tell him where I’m going or who I’m going out with. It’ll be fine.”
She nodded reluctantly.
Suddenly the door opened.
“Hey girls, I was looking for you,” Andy said walking into my room.
We just smiled.
“I was thinking we could have a movie night. We never get to have nights in together anymore,” He suggested.
We all walked down to the living room, I turned Netflix on and chose a movie. Juliet made popcorn and Andy got blankets and pillows for us all.
My phone vibrated on the table.
Hey sweetie
- Aussypoo <3
I smiled and instantly wrote back.
Hey cutie :)
I cuddled into the blankets and pressed play.
What are you up to? xx
I lowered the brightness and then replied.
Move night with A&J, you?
I could see Andy look over but I acted calm.
Ooh, I just finished a show. I’m missing you :(
My thumbs danced over the screen.
I’m missing you too :’(
My eyes started welling up but I quickly blinked back the tears.
“It’s not a sad movie (Y/N),” Andy said eyeing me oddly.
I laughed a little.
“Yeah, I know. I just yawned,” I lied
Only 2 days til I’m home with you wrapped in my arms again :) xx.
My heart ached.
I can’t wait!! :D
I went to grab a handful of popcorn but got nothing but air.
“I guess I’ll go make more popcorn,” I laughed.
Andy and Juliet lightly laughed turning their attention back to the fast paced film.
I went to the kitchen and put the popcorn in the microwave for three minutes. A minute later I heard Andy shout.
“(Y/N)? Why is Austin sending you texts that say 'I love you babe’ with kissy faces?”
My heart beat quickened and I stepped back into the living room.
“Oh, uh, we-we’re kind of, well we, we’re dating,” I stumbled.
Andy’s eyes widened.
“Another musician. Do you not remember what happened last time?” Andy almost sounded angry.
“Andy,” I started.
“Don’t! I was with you the whole time mending your broken heart! I don’t want to see you go through that ever again,” Andy said looking me straight in the eye.
“Andy, you know Austin, you know he’s a good guy,” Juliet chimed in.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was scared what you’d say,” I mumbled.
The redness grew on Andy’s face.
“Andy,” Juliet said softly.
Andy looked over at Juliet and his face slowly softened.
“There are good rockstars out there, I mean, there’s one in this room.”
Andy blushed.
I head up to my room and stay there for the rest of the night.
*2 Days Later*
“I’m so glad you’re here (Y/N),” Austin said cuddling me in closer.
The movie that once held our entire attention was disregarded.
“Me too, I missed you while you were on tour,” I said closing my eyes, listening to Austin’s steady breaths.
“So, Andy knows,” He said quietly.
“Yeah, he didn’t take it to well. I think Juliet might’ve helped though.”
Hey (Y/N), how’s Austin treatin’ you?
-Best Brother Ever
I smiled.
Great! He’s a really good guy :)
We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before my phone rang again.
I’m glad for you sis :)
I let out a sigh.
“What’s up?” Austin asked.
“I think Andy is finally okay with us,” I smiled.
Austin smiled back, kissing me on the nose.
“I’m glad.”
We watched the movie a bit longer. The intense drama folding out and revealing all its’ secrets. The movie wrapped up and looked over at Austin.
“I’m going to go to the store and pick up some stuff for supper. You want anything?” I asked.
“No thanks sweetie,” Austin replied kissing my temple.
I got up and grabbed my purse off the kitchen counter, I tugged my shoes on and ran out the door towards my car. A short ten minutes later I arrived at the store. I slowly stepped down the isles filled with possible choices taking my time. I was so focused on finding the right sauce I hardly even noticed accidentally walking into someone.
“Oh, sorry!” The stranger and I both said immediatly.
I looked up and saw none other than my ex, Mike Fuentes.
“Oh, hey (Y/N),” Mike said looking at me softly.
“Hey Mike,” I awkwardly looked away.
“It’s been a long two years, huh?” Mike tried to make conversation.
“Yeah,” I kept my gaze on the sauces.
“How are you doing, (Y/N)?”
I finally broke stare and looked up at Mike. He looked the same as the last time I saw him, two years ago, but he has more facial hair now and it seems like he has more tattoos than I remember.
“Great,” I smiled not hiding my happiness.
“How about you?” I added.
His grin instantly turned into a frown.
“Not so great,” He quickly looked down to the floor and then back to me.
“I miss you, (Y/N),” he added, “I’m so stupid for not appreciating every single moment with you. I took you for granted.”
Tears sprung into his eyes.
“Mike,” I said softly.
He looked up at me and my heart broke, he looked broken.
“I really love you (Y/N),” He said.
I stayed strong and didn’t let my sympathy show.
“I’m with someone else now Mike, someone who makes me happy.”
“I love you so much, I can’t just let you go,” he paused for a moment, “I really think we can work things out.”
I sighed.
“Mike, it’s over. I love Austin, my boyfriend. You had your chance and you ruined it, don’t come crying to me, this is your fault. We just weren’t ment to be.”
“I’m sorry,” He mumbled walking off drained of his confidence.
I took a long breath in, picked up what I needed from the shelf and got ready to check out. I drove back home and walked in on Austin writing something in his song book.
“New song?” I asked dropping everything on the counter.
“Yeah,” He mumbled writing some more.
I read some of the lyrics, it wasn’t his usual song. This was a love song.
“I wrote it for you,” He said looking up from his book and focusing on my eyes.
“I love you Austin,” I smiled leaning in connecting our lips.
“I love you too.”
A/N: I kind of rushed the ending but here you go :)


Author: Anna

Title: Climb

Paring: Hinted Future Newt/Reader

Character/s: Newt, Gally (don’t describe him, but he is the one ‘you’ knee), Alby, Minho, others that remain unnamed.

Word Count: 914 words

Warnings/Tags: NIL.

Prompt: Request – Imagine being the first girl in the Glade and running all the way into the Maze when you get out of the Box.

Notes: My bro and I watched the movie today and this has been niggling at the back of my brain, so here we are! My first and, if it doesn’t receive a lot of good remarks, possibly only Maze Runner fic! I know it’s shitty, but I needed to write.

Your Name: submit What is this?


You woke with the feeling of water burning in your lungs and a pounding pain in your skull as the sound of an open elevator rushing to the top of its shaft. Spinning onto your hands and knees, you cough up the clear water and spitting between the gaps in the cage. Your limbs wobble as you slowly collapse onto the floor, back screaming in agony at the sudden and heavy drop-and-turn. You ignoring the sudden halt, bright red then green lights and the loud beep that comes in quick succession. The bright sunlight stings your eyes as the doors open slowly as the shadowy figures of multiple people of different age and race surround the cage. You can barely hear the murmurs of ‘it’s a girl’, ‘what a waste’, ‘why isn’t it a boy’ as the cage doors open and somebody jumps down next to you, grabbing you by the shoulders and hoisting you up.

“Day One, Greenie. Time to rise and shine.” The voice says in an almost snarky tone.

You land roughly against the soft grass, your shoulder moaning in protest as you blink, trying to remove the ringing in your ears. Several ‘be careful’s and one British ‘hey Greenie, feelin’ alright’ causes you to blink before you are turned over roughly by the same guy who pulled you out.

Adrenaline kicks in, burning its way through your bloodstream. A swift knee to your ‘saviour’s crotch allows you to wiggle out of his grip and rushing towards the only exit you see. Between two large, grey metal gates. Whistling and cheering can be heard as you leap over random holes and hills in the land, speeding towards your destination. A ‘whoa’ is shouted before ‘stop, come back, Greenie’ and a ‘someone grab her’. Swerving your way out of the grasp of the speeding Asian (whom you gather is named Minho from all the yelling out of ‘stop her, Minho’) and, finally, you reach the entrance of the doorway.

Ignoring the pleas to stop, you rush straight towards the back wall where greenery climbs the walls. Grabbing the closest bit, you use the vines to scale the wall. Climbing as quickly as you can until you reach the top and perch yourself calmly there, straddling the wall comfortably, wiping your now bloody hands against your trousers.

The view is beautiful. A square of green in the middle of a humongous maze, travelling further than the eye can see. The people, which you now realise are all boys, are refusing to enter the Maze. A couple toe at the edge, but are quickly pulled back as they resort to yelling pleas of ‘come back’ and ‘it’s not safe’. Blinking, you cock your head to the side, the pounding within your skull slowly subsided.

Minutes passed and the boys refused to budge. You had spent the majority of the time simply staring at them and enjoying the view of the green floor then grey walls and the rest trying to figure out why the only think you could remember was your name.

Finally, after much discussion with the eldest (whom you presumed to be African-American), the boys broke off into groups, leaving only three to enter the Maze cautiously.

Swinging your leg around so they both dangle over the edge facing the boys, you wait patiently for them to walk to the base of your wall.

“Hello Greenie!” The African-American calls up once they’ve reached the bottom of the wall. “Wanna come down now?” You shrug. “You’re gonna have to. The walls close shortly, then you’ll be stuck in here.”

“With the Grievers.” The British blonde next to him calls up. Your eyes narrow. Grievers? What the fuck are they?

“Look, we promise we won’t hurt you. We just want you to be safe.” The African-American boy calls up. “Could you please come down?” Shrugging, you grab the closest piece of green and slide down the wall, ignoring the yells and the tearing of skin as you slide your hands down the wall, occasionally gasping at the plant-life to slow your decent.

Spinning, you grin at the three, hiding your bloody hands in your pocket.

If the boys noticed anything, they didn’t mention it. Stepping forward, the leader and boy in the middle smiles as he introduces himself as Alby. Newt, the reasonably cute blonde British guy, was his second in command and Minho, the Asian who just kinda stands there and glares at you, was the only who knew the Maze better than anyone else, who ‘kindly’ provided you with an explanation of what the Grievers were. With an invitation to join them in the Glade, Alby and Minho leave, knowing that if you ran, you would know the consequences now.

“So, c’mon on then, Greenie.” Newt says with a smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and turning you towards the doors. “It’s not so bad. Sure, there are some bloody s-“

“Don’t call me Greenie.” You interrupt.

“Then what do you want me to call you?” He says with a bigger smile.

“Y/N.” You shrug off his arm only for it to return linked through yours.

“Well, Y/N,” he starts, his naming rolling off his tongue deliciously, causing you to shudder, “I think we’re gonna get a long just fine.”

And wouldn’t you know it, you did just that. Even if you did have to explain to Alby where those bruises on each other’s necks came from every now and again.

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