the maze runner imagines

he is actually the definition of pure




  1. Transferring to Dauntless
  2. Private Training Sessions
  3. I Love You ‘Til the Sun Dies
  4. I’ll Protect You
  5. Complimenting your Piercing
  6. Without You
  7. Comforting Eric after a Fight
  8. Cleaning Lady
  9. Sparring with Eric
  10. Sassing Eric Part 1 and Part 2
  11. Beating Him in a Fight
  12. The Proposal
  13. New Tattoo
  14. I’m Pregnant
  15. Badass Leader
  16. Four helping Eric
  17. Therapy Sessions
  18. Valentine’s Day
  19. Eric’s Tumor
  20. He Takes a Bullet for You
  21. Taking Care of You When You’re Pregnant
  22. Your kids transfer
  23. She’s Got You High
  24. Insecurities
  25. Coming out Part 1 and Part 2 (Not romantic but very fluffy!)
  26. Alcoholism
  27. Sick Eric
  28. PTSD
  29. Performer
  30. Withdrawal Doctor
  31. Attacked
  32. Comforting
  33. Special: Eric vs. Minho Crossover!
  34. Birthday Special!
  35. When You’re on Your Period
  36. Eric and the Stray Cat
  37. You’re Sick
  38. Getting high with him
  39. Love triangle: Eric and Four
  40. Eric taking your baby to work with him
  41. Assuring Eric that you’ll always be there for him
  42. Love Myself
  43. Your family doesn’t approve
  44. Nightmares
  45. Forced to share a room with him: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3
  46. Caught in the Rain
  47. Comforting Eric after his parent’s death
  48. Training session gets heated
  49. Pregnant during the war
  50. Not Knowing Much English
  51. Martial Artist
  52. Helping heal Eric
  53. Accidental matching tattoos
  54. The Dog who Protects
  55. Lessons of Love
  56. In Heaven with Eric
  57. Depression
  58. Let me in
  59. You Can’t Kill Him!
  60. How did I end up in your lap?
  61. Too noisy
  62. Playing pool
  63. Help me get dressed
  64. Eric x male!reader: Confessions
  65. Prince Charming
  66. Truce
  67. Weak but sassy
  68. Prince Eric (Halloween Special!)
  69. Keep you safe
  70. Pushed to the limit
  71. Little Brother
  72. Miscarriage


  1. Goofing Off with Him in Training
  2. Peter’s Crush
  3. Sassing Peter
  4. He sneaks into the infirmary to see you
  5. Taking care of you when you’re drunk
  6. Peter x Caleb BROTP
  7. Confessing he likes you
  8. The morning after
  9. Nightmare


  1. Proposing to Eric’s sister
  2. The Hideous Creature
  3. Tattoos and Surprises
  4. Zeke and Uriah Tease Him
  5. Comforting him (Warning: Allegiant Spoilers!)
  6. Pranking him
  7. You Get Injured and He proposes
  8. Love triangle: Eric and Four
  9. Meeting Marcus
  10. Four x Tris Pregnancy Announcement
  11. I’m Pregnant!
  13. Nightmare
  14. But you’re injured


  1. Proposing


  1. Happily Ever After
  2. Peter and Eric are crushing on you, but you like Uriah


  1. Peter x Caleb BROTP


  1. Oblivious Al


  1. Four x Tris Pregnancy Announcement

The Maze Runner:


  1. Jealous of the Greenie
  2. Special: Eric vs. Minho Crossover!


  1. Badass Bitch
  2. The Changing
  3. You’re a girl?


  1. Twins
  2. Caught singing
  3. Oblivious Love


  1. The Vegan
  2. Arguments and Confessions
  3. The Strange Girl
  4. Reunited
  5. Pregnant
  6. Impressing you at a bonfire
  7. High School Jealousy AU
  8. It’s not a boy?
  9. I hate my voice
  10. How we met
  11. Stay away from my man!


  1. Anonymous Letters

The Hunger Games:


  1. He saves you
  2. He falls for you on his victory tour
  3. Cato catches you sneaking into the gym
  4. I’m pregnant!
  5. Goodbye


  1. Your birthday
  2. Caught in the Woods
  3. A new beginning (MOCKINGJAY SPOILERSSSS)


  1. Capitol Surprise
  2. He Saves You

The Outsiders:


  1. Caught in the rain


  1. Trying to help Johnny and Ponyboy (Spoilers from the end of the book!!)


  1. Trying to help Johnny and Ponyboy (Spoilers from the end of the book!!)

Harry Potter:

Sirius Black

  1. Stupid Idea

Preferences (And Headcannons):


  1. On your period
  2. Cuddling
  3. Pregnancy Announcement
  4. Moving in Together
  5. Dating Peter would involve… (Headcannon)
  6. Dating Four Would Involve… (Headcannon)
  7. Dating Eric Would Involve… (Headcannon)

The Hunger Games:

  1. Dating Peeta would involve… (Headcannon)

The Maze Runner:

  1. Going on a roller coaster with the Gladers (Headcannon)
  2. A Baby in the Glade (Headcannon)


Link still aren’t working so here you go….

Dating Newt Would Include…

A/N: Words cannot explain how sorry I am for being so inactive.

Originally posted by berracelik

  • him being ridiculously overprotective
  • pointedly kissing you whenever he gets jealous
  • always being the reason he wakes up with a smile on his face
  • lots of hand holding
  • rubbing his shoulders when he’s stressed
  • him calling you ‘love’ all the time
  • being best friends with Minho
  • sleeping in his shirts
  • temple kisses
  • late night conversations about life outside the maze
  • teasing him about his accent
  • him protectively wrapping an arm around your waist
  • “That’s my girl.”
  • comforting each other after a nightmare
  • warm hugs
  • constantly catching him staring at you
  • him secretly loving it when you call him ‘Newtie’
  • random kisses
  • helping him through his depression
  • being the reason he never tried to jump off the wall again
  • lots of sexual innuendos
  • making weird faces whenever he looks at you
  • falling asleep in each others’ arms
  • him being an absolute gentleman
  • excessive cuddling
Newt Imagine: “Make Me”

Request: “Hey, can you do and imagine for nr.1 with reader x Newt, please.”
     “Make me.”

Warning: Very slight smut | TMR | Word Count: 1,859 (Hope you like this, this was a pretty quick but fun write so I really hope you enjoy it too!)

The Glade felt like it was on fire. You shifted uncomfortably in your tank top, fanning yourself every few minutes in between your work. The sun was glaring angrily down today, bringing the Gladers into a slow, lazy lull by noon.

“Y/N!” You heard a hoarse voice call you from a distance. You already knew it was Newt, your closest and oldest friend in the Glade, so you didn’t bother to turn around. You were feeling much too tired.

“Y/N!” He called again, this time with a twinge of annoyance at your lack of response. You sighed heavily before turning and squinting unresponsively in his direction. He rolled his eyes, walking towards you steadily, before stopping right in front of you. “Y/N, what are you doing? It’s past noon, Fry needs the meat to start cooking. You’ve been workin’ on that shuckin’ animal for hours now.” He furrowed his brows in seriousness, though his ruffled sandy blond hair and soft brown eyes made it hard to take him seriously.

You sighed and looked at him carefully. “I’m on it, I’m on it… It’s just so shucking hot, Newt. I can barely focus.”

Newt eyed the sweat beading on the side of your face and the hair clinging to your forehead stubbornly. “Alright, love, finish what you’re working on and then go take a shower. That ought to cool you down.”

You huffed and began slicing up the last bits of meat, hurrying to get them to Frypan.


As soon as you stepped into the cold shower, you shuddered with relief, half shaking from the freezing sensation, and half relieved to finally feel clean again. You didn’t worry about being the only girl in the Glade, because you had, more than once, proved yourself capable of taking care of anyone who dared try anything with you. Sure it had landed you in the Slammer once or twice, but that was a small price to pay for being able to take a shower in peace. No one had ever bothered you when you were in there except…

“Y/N,” that same voice called out. You groaned. You had never been so annoyed to hear Newt in your entire time in the Glade.

“What now?” You yell angrily over your shower. “Can’t I just have one moment of peace today, Newt, at least in the shower?”

Newt paused to stand in front of the showers on the other side of the barrier, not facing your direction. “Fry said he asked you to slaughter two animals, but he’s short on meat for the bonfire tonight. Any idea why?”

You grumbled and turned off the shower, accepting you weren’t going to ever be able to properly finish it anytime soon. You grabbed the towel to your side and wrapped it around you before padding your way out to face Newt, glaring angrily. Newt awkwardly looked in your direction, trying not to glance below at your body, even though you two were usually comfortable with each other, being best friends.

“No, Newt, I have no idea why –” You stopped short as it hit you. You remembered that in your anticipation to take a shower you had forgotten the second chicken… “Shuck.” You muttered only, biting your lip.

Newt raised an eyebrow. “Something the matter, Y/N?”

You roughly pushed past him, colliding shoulders with his. “Nothing’s the matter, Newt,” you snapped. “Go away.”

“Y/N,” Newt warned slowly, lowering his voice slightly, though it became raspier than ever because he was so parched. The heat was clearly getting to him, too. “Y/N, come back here.”

You continued walking.

“Y/N, don’t you dare walk away from me!” Newt shouted at you, though you were already halfway to the Homesteads now.

You shrugged simply and waved sassily back. “Watch me, Newt!” You called back out to him.

As quick as a whip, Newt ran up to you, grabbing your arm and swinging you around to face him. “Y/N, I am your second in command, you will do as I say,” he ordered you roughly.

You made a face and pulled yourself out of his grasp. “Make me,” you challenged, sticking your tongue out at him, and before Newt could even react, you turned and started running in the opposite direction. You clung to your towel desperately, regretting not putting on clothes immediately. You swore to yourself, but refused to look back to see if Newt was gaining ground on you; he undoubtedly was: even with his limp, you were encumbered by the towel, forced to run slower. As his unmistakable footsteps began grow louder behind you, you flung yourself into your hut and shut the door, though you knew that couldn’t keep him out for long.

Newt pounded on the door in a split second. “Y/N! Don’t make me barge in there. I will drag you out of there myself if that’s what it takes to get you to finish your work.”

You smiled to yourself, suddenly overcome with a desire to embarrass Newt. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” you called out warningly in a sing-song voice. “My towel fell off, and I’m trying to get dressed…”

Newt immediately withdrew from the door, but was resilient. “I’m not falling for that, Y/N! I’m coming in there in one minute, and you better be dressed.”

You pouted, creeping closer to the door to taunt Newt. “But that’s not nearly enough time, Newt,” you whined. “But you already know that, don’t you?” You smiled wickedly.

Though you couldn’t see Newt flush, you could hear him falter. “Y/N, d-don’t be ridiculous - I know what you’re trying to do. I don’t care. If you’re not dressed, it’s your own shuckin’ fault.”

You shrugged, slipping out of the towel and leisurely started putting on your clothes. “Alright, but don’t be surprised if you see me n –”

The door to the hut burst open, but you were wearing only your underwear and a large t-shirt, that was barely reaching a couple inches into your thighs. You smiled victoriously, pleased to see Newt’s red face, clearly more embarrassed now than in the showers. It didn’t help Newt and you had always felt attracted to each other, even started falling for each other as you grew closer in friendship, but neither of you acted upon it because Alby forbid it. Now, seeing Newt’s eyes reluctantly trailing over your half-exposed body, it made you want to forget there were any rules in place. 

Newt clenched his jaw and crossed his arms. “Go ahead,” he said in a hardened tone, trying to mask his obvious reaction at seeing you half-naked. “Get dressed.”

You raised an eyebrow incredulously. “Seriously?”

Newt gazed at you stonily, and only gestured for you to proceed getting dressed. You scoffed. You threw your jeans at him and flopped down onto your bed, sticking your tongue out again at him. You had pushed your luck too far. Newt closed the distance between the two of you in a flash, and climbed over you on your bed, pinning you down against the sheets. He glared at you with darkened eyes. “Do you think that I’m joking, Y/N?”

You panted slightly underneath him, unable to help but think this was the first time Newt had ever gotten on your bed. You had been on his plenty of times, but he had never been on yours. This was different. “Not anymore,” you replied breathlessly, afraid of what he would do next.

Newt nodded. “Good that. Now be a good girl and do as I say,” he growled at you roughly.

You smiled mischievously up at him, fully aware that he was still hovering over you, his face just inches from yours. If you just leaned up… “And what if I don’t?” you asked teasingly.

“I’ll punish you,” Newt said tonelessly.

You lifted yourself up slightly, meeting Newt’s cheek with yours, your lips brushing against the side of his face as you moved to whisper playfully in his ear. “I’d like to see you try,” you threatened, your lips pressed against his skin hotly.

Newt jerked back surprisedly, before his eyes filled with a new look of… lust. The wild, crazed desire finally unleashed within him, Newt grabbed you by the shoulder roughly and pushed you down against the bed, smashing his lips against yours. He kept you pinned down as he delved deeper into the kiss, your lips opening and parting to meet his. He pressed his tongue against your mouth, pulling away before giving you two hot kisses with tongue, each time exploring deeper and deeper. You gasped in order to catch your breath, taken aback by the suddenness and rushed manner of Newt’s kisses. He didn’t even give you a chance to catch your breath before lowering himself down on you again, pressing his lips to yours with a deep hunger you didn’t know he had in him.

You flicked his tongue with your own, moaning at his every touch. The blonde, instantly turned on by the sounds your moans, cupped your cheek, pulling you even closer to him, and you trailed your fingers up to tangle them within his disheveled hair. You smiled at his eagerness, and as your mouth twisted in victory you pulled away teasingly. Newt tried to lean down to kiss you but you merely turned your face slyly, laughing. Newt groaned in frustration and looked at you inquisitively, panting heavily. You watched him as his eyes followed you as you scooted back to the top of the bed. “It’s so easy to get you, Newt,” you giggled.

Newt raised his eyebrows in arrogant surprise. “Oh yeah? Sure about that, love?” He slowly crept forward and suddenly lunged to tackle you against the soft sheets, and though you laughed and tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp, Newt’s strong arms forced you against his hard chest.

You gasped for breath in between pouts and cried, “That’s no fair, Newt!” Newt smirked and flipped you over, releasing you playfully against the bed, running his hands up the side of your body until he reached your arms, which he moved up by your head and pinned your hands under his. He laced his long, rough fingers through yours and raked his teeth down the side of your neck, causing you to drop your head back against the sheets. You arched your back, surrendering yourself, as he lowered his wet kisses down your neck.

He paused, watching your eyelashes flutter and small, gasping breaths escape your lips. Seeing you crumble under his touch made him smirk, swelling his heart with pride that only he got to see you this way. “All’s fair in love and war, Y/N,” Newt whispered in your ear and pecked it with a small kiss after.

You smile and take his cheek into your hands, turning it to face his sweet caramel eyes towards you. “Well, if this is what a little war with you brings, I’m not complaining,” you winked and pulled Newt down to kiss him again.

Imagine you knocking out the WICKED man chasing you

Newt: Shit Y/N.

Y/N: Well I want answers. I am not allowed to die until all this gets solved. My last thoughts can’t be ‘huh wonder what’s gonna happen’

Minho: And here I thought your last words were gonna be ‘I love you Newt’

Frypan: Dude, she just knocked out this guy, not a smart move to be saying that.

Heart-Filled || A Newt Imagine

Originally posted by sundaze-e

Summary: Newt and Minho had to endure a night in the Maze. The reader wakes up to an all-too-pleasant surprise. Fluff though, so… yeah.

 A/N: Look at that adorable face. Also, I was sleepy as ever when I wrote this so I don’t even know. Don’t get me started.

Word Count: 1168

“It’s getting dark,” you commented, storing the last of the monthly supplies. “Can I go meet up with Min and Newt before they get to the Map Room?” you turned to Clint, who was listing things down.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “The Hut’s practically empty. Be quick, though, no more than ten minutes.”

You thanked your Keeper before shutting the door behind you. The doors were already closed. Newt and Minho were probably already in the Map Room. You were about to return to the Hut when you saw Alby walking towards you, catching your attention, so you met him halfway.

“Hey, Alby, what’s up?” you smiled politely at your leader.

He had a grave look on his usually dominant face. Your smile vanished.

“Y/N…” he trailed off, inhaling deeply. “They didn’t make it.”

It took a little longer for the words to sink in. It could mean something else… but no, the words clearly held one meaning.

Newt was inside the Maze.

All came crashing down, and you muttered an inaudible “excuse me” before rushing toward the Deadheads.

You were torn between preparing for getting familiar with the feeling of pestering emptiness in you and hoping he’d be there, alive and well, when the sun comes up. The rational part of you wanted to settle for the former choice: Minho and Thomas got lucky the first time around, it seems unlikely that Minho will get lucky the second time.

All of a sudden, the walls seemed quite tempting. But you continued to run, focusing your eyes on the obliviously mourning Gladers as you went. Gally – the person who made sure you had enough to eat, Thomas – the boy who never let you anywhere near the Maze doors, Chuck – the little brother who always lifted your spirits with his innocent yet wise insights… they all loved you, needed you.

You reached the crowd of trees, finally, and leant against the nearest tree you could find. You began to process everything, - well, you tried – but the tears came flowing down uninvited.

You promised. You thought, the idea ripping your heart to pieces. He did promise. He always does.

Every now and then, when time calls for it (or when Alby says so), you watched Newt prepare for a day in the Maze, pushing away the obvious uncertainty of whether he’d return or not.

One night you told Newt about your concerns, and ever since, he always promised that he’d return to you, that he’d be careful, that he’d watch the time. He always kept his promise… until now.

He promised.

Your thoughts lingered to the boy, the boy you entrusted your life to.

The boy whose arms you slept in every night, who vowed to make you both a new life outside the Maze, who always put you first before anyone including him, whose voice you wake up to every morning – husky, thick and loving.

It was fully dark now, and you remained still, uncertain of what to do. A flickering light began to ease its way towards you.

“Y/N?” Thomas.

Gally held the torch in his hands. Both boys looked at you sympathetically, eyes fresh of tears.

“Let’s get you to your room,” Thomas whispered, voice cracking.

When you didn’t respond, he lifted you up in his arms and began walking to yours and Newt’s room, Gally leading the way with the light.

The bed was uncannily cold. The room was too quiet and still, and it formed an ache in your stomach, a certain emptiness you knew would never leave.

Sleep never came. Instead, tears you willed to stop never did. You only felt your eyes get heavier when the sun’s rays began peeking through the door, and sleep finally found you.

The boys probably didn’t bother waking you, because you woke to the boys’ voices, Alby’s the loudest, commanding the Track-Hoes to lift the craters elsewhere.

The tears threatened to arrive along with the thought of his absence. Consciousness fully took over, and you shut your eyes then rolled to your side and let yourself grieve.

Well, you tried to roll to your side.

You opened them slowly to see a hint of pale skin and tousled light brown hair. Your fingers ran across the bare back that faced you. A hint of familiarity hit you, and you let your fingers dance to his hair.


“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his back remained facing you.

You didn’t respond, and you withdrew your fingers. He took the opportunity to turn around and look at you.

His gaze was intense and apologetic, but he was also determined to get a response out of you. He reached for your hand and placed it on his bare chest.

“Talk to me, love.” His expression was worried, and he pressed his hand on yours.

You kept your gaze on your hands on his chest. You missed him, truly. But you were angry at him for worrying you so much. For breaking his promise, technically.

“I was ready to jump off the wall.” It was all you can say. You didn’t want to say it, but the second bitterness overtook your thoughts, the words rolled off your tongue. And for the first time in two years, you saw Newt cry.

It was a gentle sob, two tears rolled off his cheeks and his shoulders didn’t shake. He didn’t move at all.

You were both silent for a long while and you were contemplating leaving when Newt took you in his arms, tightly. It was a wonderful feeling. Home.

You began sobbing again, curled up in his arms, your own arms embracing yourself under his. He pressed his forehead on your head, rubbing your back. When you finally calmed down, he spoke.

“I’m not doing that again, love. Ever.”

“That’s very convincing, Newt.” You spat bitterly, and you felt him cringe. The  guilt came as soon as the words left. You whispered a soft apology.

“I love you, Y/N, in case you’ve forgotten already.” He breathed deeply. “If that is the case, I’ll remind you every day.”

“I love you, too.” It was barely audible. You felt an unexplainable peace, knowing that the boy you loved so dearly, your safety and the responsible captor of your heart, was here in your bed, willingly yours in return.

“I think of you, y’know.” He commented. “Every time I run in there, all I could bloody think of is what I can give you out there.”

You remained silent, giving him nothing but a sniff.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t here. I do all this for you. Just say the word, love, whatever you want, I’ll dedicate my life to finding it.”

You raised your chin up, your nose just under his jaw. You breathed in his all-too-familiar scent and relished in the feeling of his bare skin against yours, emerging butterflies in your stomach.

You.” It came as a whisper, but the weight of the word remained the same. “I want you.”


Being the only girl in the glade would include...

• The other gladers would be so shook when they saw a girl sitting in the box
• Jumping up with a single push
• Ok, but you’d be so badass
• Kicking all the other gladers’ asses because they underestimated you
• Always impressing Alby
• All the guys are lowkey crushing on you
• Newt highkey crushing on you
• Being close to Minho and Newt
• You and Minho sassing the shit out of each other but always smile afterwards
• Minho always teasing Newt about you
• “So… Y/N?”
• “Bloody hell, shut up Minho or she’ll hear us!”
• Gally having a soft spot for you
• Being the only one Minho carries on his back for fun
• Always getting extra food from Fry Pan
• Chuck looking up to you
• All the Greenies, after you, admiring you
• When Thomas arrives, you’ll be the first to make him speak
• Understanding him like no one else
• Being a bit wary of Teresa
• But ending up befriending her
• Bonding over being the only girls
• When escaping the Maze, everyone checks on you to see if you’re okay
• Newt being extra concerned about you
• Ranting about your safety
• Accidently confessing his love for you
• Shutting him off by kissing him
• Minho teasing you for days
• “Oh Newt.” *cue kissing noises*
• “Do you want to die, shank?”
• Being happy as never before.


Imagine: Being in love with Newt, and attempting to become fierce like the Group B girls because you think it will make Newt will like you better.

For: Anon

Group B, group B, group B, that’s all you’d been hearing since you left the Glade. Apart from Teresa, you were the only girl in group A, the only difference was that you had been living in the Glade for nearly 2 years whereas she only came in a week ago.

“Damn,” Minho sighed, before dropping into the seat next to you in the cafeteria, “Baby got back.”

“Minho,” Newt scolded, but you could see him checking the girl out as well.

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“This is the beautiful Y/N. Brightest one in the Glade, most attractive one in the Glade, most important one in the Glade. You listen to what she says.” Newt said and Thomas looked over at you.

“She’s so hot.” he mumbled and Newt stopped in his tracks and smiled aggressively.

“I know. And you better keep your eyes where they belong, Greenie. She’s mine.” Newt said and continued the tour, leaving you blushing.


Imagine having a secret relationship with Newt, which means breaking one of Alby’s rules. The two of you think you sneak out together in the night and steall kisses now and then. It doesn’t take the others long to figure out something is up between you two.

| Masterlist |


Peter Pan ~

Different Ways to Love || Not What it Seems || Virgin Mary: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Epilogue  || One and the Same || Oh, Brother || Mine: 1, 2, 3 || Arguments || Little One || The Pan Flute || Doesn’t Matter to Me || Doll?: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 || Seeing Double || Remember The Name || Dangerous Woman || New Year. New Me.: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 || S.N.B || H.A.T.E: 1, 2 ||

Robbie Kay ~

Skin || Obsessed || Bloody Pirate! ||

Felix ~

I’m Here: 1, 2 || 

Maze Runner 

Newt ~

“I’ll always be with you.” || Stubborn Love || 2nd is the Best || Forbidden Touch || Pushing Buttons || 

Thomas ~

Gally ~

Minho ~ 

Glader ~ 

| Deez Nuts! || 

Teen Wolf 

Stiles ~

Scott ~

Liam ~

Derek ~

Issac ~

Theo ~

Brett ~

One line Prompt || One line Prompt ( II ) 

Imagine Newt getting a needle in the arm but the whole time he is staring at you, wondering if you are alright

imagine #7

character - Newt

words - 1172

warnings - n/a

description - You and Newt are dating, but Newt thinks you like Minho more than him.

a/n - @brooklynalpha requested an imagine with a jealous Newt, but I think I made it a little sadder than it was supposed to be…

Originally posted by loventer-lotzku

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See The Solution? (The Scorch Trials)

Newt x Minho x Thomas x Reader - 634 words

Just a random imagine I wrote a while back from TST. What would happened if there were one too many gladers for the amount of beds? Surely, someone would have to end up sharing.

Since being welcomed into the cold, bleak facility, everyone was fairly content. Sure, their suspicions were raised high, but they had clean clothes, food, and beds to sleep in. In contrast to the past few years in the Glade, this was a dream.

The Gladers were tossed into a dark room with bunks lining either side. Some of the boys claimed a spot immediately while others raced to the bathroom.

“Ummm guys—Problem.” Thomas piped up, looking to his friends.

What? The floor not the right colour for you?” Minho grumbled, examining the room. Thomas always had a problem with something.

“No, Minho. We’re short a bed. Twelve beds. Thirteen Gladers. See the problem?”

“No.” Minho snapped, making Newt want to throw his face into a wall.

“Minho, it means we have more boys than beds.” Newt laid out the facts plainly.

Minho rolled his eyes in annoyance. “I know that you shank. But we have twelve boys and one girl.” He looked to Y/N. “See the solution?”

Newt pursed his lips in annoyance at Minho’s mocking tone.

“Y/N!!” Minho sang out, trying to grab her attention. She slowly approached with a questioning glare on her face.

“Care to share a bed with me?” He asked slyly, holding out his hand.

Y/N dry heaved. “Gross no.” She immediately stepped back and climbed up to one of the top bunks and settled in.

“Awww Y/N! Why not?” Minho whined.

“It’s probably your stench.” Thomas admitted, putting his hands on his hips. “Newt, do I smell better than Minho?”

As Thomas approached the blonde with an arm raised in the air, Newt backed up in disgust. “I’m not smelling your bloody pits!”

“Ok—best Glader gets to sleep in the same bed as shebean.” Minho put out his hand to shake on it.

“What’s your plan? Who do we decide who’s the best?” Newt rolled his eyes.

“Well it’s obviously me. I’m the keeper of the runners.” Minho stated confidently.

“Yeah, but I’m the reason we all got out of the maze.” Thomas snapped.

Newt watched his friends bicker. “But I’m the glue.”

“I’m the shuck leader!” Minho forced.

“Well I—“ Thomas began before being cut off by Minho.

“Thomas, you’re already out. You’re to be killed by group B.” The black haired runner waved his partner off. Thomas slumped down on one of the bunks in defeat.

“So? Being a leader doesn’t make you the best.” Newt crossed his arms, a smirk rising on his face.

“What you grinning for?” Minho suddenly grew unconformable.

“Nuthin. But you can sleep with shebean.” Newt raised his arms in defeat and jumped into the bunk beneath Y/N.

“Yes!” Minho exclaimed in excitement, racing to the girls bunk. There was a couple moments of silence.

“Hey, Y/—“ He started before a loud “OOMPH” came from the runner as he plummeted into the ground.

“Looks like one of you shanks is gonna have to share with Minho because I am not dealing with him for an entire night!” Y/N laughed at Minho’s look of pure shock and defeat as he sat on the ground. She almost felt bad for pushing him off.

A few minutes passed before anyone said anything and Y/N knew Minho was suffering from his dented pride. He could sleep on the floor, but it was freezing cold.

“Alright, Newt, scoot.” Minho snarled at the blonde in the bunk beneath Y/N’s.

“The hell Minho?!” Newt cried as the runner lifted the blankets so he could climb in.

“Shut up. Shebean is not a force to be reckoned with. And I ain’t sleeping with Thomas.” Minho grumbled, rolling over to the far edge of the bunk.

It was going to be a long, pride dampening night for Minho.


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Minho stepped aside as he saw Y/N bursting toward Newt. Thomas looked up from his spot next to his friend in confusion. Without saying a word, Y/N grabbed Newt’s collar and lifted him up to his feet. The three boys, and those around them, were surprised Newt was off the ground so easily.

“You’re not immune?!”
He closed his eyes and sighed. “Please, love-”
“No!” was the shouted response, “How could you keep this from me? Why wouldn’t you tell me you weren’t immune?”
“Because I knew you’d do this,” he sadly retaliated.
“I’ll damn well do what I want! Keeping that from me wasn’t protection!”
“Neither was telling you!”

The two fell silent. Y/N licked their lips and glanced down. The others took this as a cue to leave the pair alone. Newt eyed his long time love carefully. He understood their feelings; he was just as angry as they were that he wasn’t immune. To know was rare and was information he didn’t know what to do with. Y/N may not be able to feel his exact level, but he knew they could empathize. After all, they loved him back.

Newt stepped forward and grabbed their hands. He rubbed his thumbs over the knuckles.

“Hey,” he cooed, “look at me.”
Y/N glanced up. He offered a smile of comfort, eyes meaning everything he was going to say.
“As long as we’re together, it won’t matter whether or not I’m immune…because I won’t leave you, Y/N. Ever.”

They bit their lip as their eyes welled up. They pulled him into a hug, clutching him as close as possible. Y/N buried their face into his neck, a few tears slipping out.

“I’m not leaving you either, you bloody idiot.”

Newt let out a brief chuckle before tightening the embrace.

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Imagine being one of the youngest Gladers so the boys made your safety their most important priority. They try to keep you away from everything that could hurt you, but they didn’t know your stubbornness yet. It was never your wish to get a bunch of overprotective brothers.


I walked across the glade in my knee high shorts and very small strap shirt I could tell the boys were trying to not look at me but all struggling a lot not to look at me I walked through the gardens and saw newt and Thomas messing around Thomas sore me and dropped his knife 

“what’s the matter with you tommy?” newt asks before he noticed me his eyes going wide for a second before smirking at me “oh hey love” he smirks at me “you look nice today” he smirks

“thanks newt” I smirk kissing his cheek and wondering off to my work just a little further away 

“lucky shank” Thomas sighs 

“what?” newt asked him 

“she shucking kissed you man” he sighs 

“yeah, she does all the times its kinda normal” he shrugs 

“then why don’t you… you know, ask her out?” he asks

“don’t think I’ve tried, she doesn’t want a boyfriend tommy, she just likes teasing me” 

imagine #13

character - Minho

words - 701

warnings - n/a

description - Minho likes you but you play hard-to-get.

a/n - requested by @kawaii-kpop-life ; idk if this is what you had in mind, but i hope you like it!

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