#newt x glader! reader

[gladerscake]

Gally: And of course, Y/N was there, looking at everyone with her ridiculously big eyes.

Minho: Why is he talking about Y/N?

Newt: I don't know. I asked him about the new shack and somehow we ended up here.

#the maze runner #incorrect tmr quotes #tmr gally #tmr newt #tmr minho #gally x reader #gally x y/n #gladers #tmr #tmr thomas #gally tmr #gally x you #tmr x reader #incorrect quotes tmr #tmr crack

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

could you possibly do a platonic gladers thing where reader was the first to come out of the box? like they came up with the note like teresa but “the first” if that makes sense 😭 anyway the reader is just sort of a parental figure to everyone? whatever gender you’d like to put and scenarios, the thought just popped in my head. ofc do this only if you’d like to!! pls don’t feel obligated!! love ur work <333 /p

HI LOVE THIS!! Thank you for the request ❤

Everyone loves Y/n

Platonic gladers x gender neutral!reader, set during tmr (movieverse)

3k - longish fic but worth it if you love platonic love 🫶

Warnings: discussions of Newt's suicide attempt; but more like the recovery after it, still please take care everyone, also language warning

1. Alby

You're the first one. Welcome.

You stuff the crinkled note back in your pocket just as you've done so many times before, re-examining it and hoping for some clue as to why you're stuck in here alone.

Except- you're not alone anymore.

The boy stands beside the Box, staring around the same way you did when you first climbed out, exactly 30 days ago.

Come on, Y/n. Time to go. You take a deep breath, resolving yourself, and you step out from where you'd been standing hidden in the trees.

The guy notices you immediately and takes a defensive stance, understandably hostile and scared. "Who are you? Don't come any closer!"

"Woah, hey," you raise your arms nonthreateningly, continuing to move slowly towards him. "It's alright."

"Where am I?" demands the boy.

"To be honest, I haven't got a clue," you tell him. "But you've got no idea how happy I am to see you."

His eyes narrow. "What?"

You shrug. "I thought I'd be alone here, forever."

At his silence, you continue. "So I've been here for a month. I was sent up in this Box, like you, with a bunch of resources and... hey, they've sent more stuff," you say happily, peering into the Box.

"Alright listen man," you say. "I don't really have answers for you, but I did start developing a routine for how to live here, and I'd love for us to work together."

The boy holds your gaze for a second, before giving a single nod.

You let out a sigh of relief. "Great, wonderful. I'm Y/n, by the way." You stick out your hand to shake. "Oh- memories. Your name is all you get, everything else is gone. But hey, let's make new memories here, together." You flash a cheesy grin and clap the guy on the shoulder.

You don't know how someone conveys sarcasm in a single look, but the new guy manages it just fine.

2. Minho

"Here, this way- shit."

You turn the corner and see the wall sliding into place, sealing off your exit.

"Which way now?" asks Minho, fear evident in his voice.

"Uh- that was already my backup route," you say honestly, backing away from the closed wall. "Just follow me, we'll find another way back."

You start down a lane, moving faster now, admittedly guessing your way through the paths and taking turns on instinct, aiming for the vague direction of the Glade.

Somewhere across the Maze a Griever lets out a screech.

"Yeah, okay," you mutter. Shuck. "In here, quickly," you direct, pushing Minho ahead into a smaller lane.

"Alright, here's the deal." You squat down, forcing Minho down with you, and keeping your voice low. "If I'm right, we're close to the Glade now. There should be a right turn at the end of the path next to us now, then a left and a straight shot back to the Glade."

"What if you're not right?" hisses Minho, wincing at the Griever's screech.

"Then we're dead," you say flatly. "Cause that Griever's in the same direction we're going. By the sound of it, we'll be running the path right beside it's lane."

"What."

"Look, Minho. Do you trust me?"

He hesitates, before; "Yes, fine. Let's go."

You shoot him a grin, patting his shoulder. "Perfect. Follow me, stay close."

You run through the route you'd explained to Minho, feeling your blood chill as you get closer to the Griever, its screeches becoming deafening.

You turn to check on Minho, who gives you a firm nod despite the terror you can see in his eyes.

The two of you turn into the final stretch, separated from the Griever by a single wall, and you sprint back to the Glade, heart pounding in your chest.

You collapse into the grass, breathing heavily as Minho falls in beside you.

"What the hell happened to you two?" demands Alby, running up to you and Minho.

You sit up. "Maze changed, and there was a Griever near the Glade," you explain. "Too near."

"Bloody hell," says Newt, hands balanced on his hips. "Are you sure this was a good idea?"

So far you and Alby have been the only people to enter the Maze. Today was meant to be a beginner's run for Minho, your newest Glader and technically the Greenie even though he's never acted like it. You wanted to build a team of Runners, to see if more people could help with searching for an exit.

You look to Minho, still bent over in the grass. "Let's talk in the hut," you say, patting his arm.

"What did you think?" you ask, after you've both gotten water and a few minutes to let the adrenaline fade.

Minho flicks his gaze up at you, before dropping it. "I freaked out. I don't think I'm cut out for this Runner klunk."

You hum softly, tapping on the table Gally had lovingly built and sanded until it shone. "Do you think everyone was immediately good at their jobs?"

"Running is different," responds Minho, dodging the question.

"You were fast," you say. "I think you'd beat any of us in a race if we bothered to test it out. And you've got a level head, which is the most important thing when you're in the Maze."

You lean forward. "But you also need the guts to set foot in the Maze in the first place. And Minho, you were the first volunteer to run with me today. That's exactly the bravery we need in Runners."

You're met with silence. "If I asked you to be a Runner," you say quietly. "Would you say yes?"

"You could be asking the wrong person," hedges Minho.

"I don't think so," you say.

"I- why? Why me?"

"Because I believe in you," you say simply. "I think you could do it."

The silence stretches as you wait for Minho's response. Then; "Okay, I'll do it." He gives you a nod, expression resolving.

You sit back, a mock-thoughtful expression on your face. "I mean, I said if I asked you, this was really more hypothetical-"

"Y/n, I swear-"

You let out a laugh, and Minho rolls his eyes at you, grinning.

3. Newt

Overtime, the Gladers have grown into a wider community, with new jobs and groups slowly added.

Alby steps into the leader position and you move into your gardening job, as well as mentoring the Medjacks on the side. You tend to pick up a little of every job, passing what you know to newly formed groups until they can develop on their own.

Minho's grown far beyond what you could have expected from him, moving on to memorising routes, constructing a scarily detailed Map, and hand-picking the new Runners.

Newt becomes a Runner too, and you almost lose him.

They're some of the worst memories you'll ever have, that day Minho ran in in the freezing morning, screaming for help. The Medjack hut was finished literally a day before, and the Medjacks themselves were barely trained to patch up the Slicers. So everyone turned to you... And you were so, so, out of your depth.

You'd built a temporary brace for your own twisted ankle from your first month alone in the Glade, but for this you were completely unqualified and unprepared.

It’s been months now, with Newt slowly healing overtime. You worked with the Medjacks to set up a few movement drills, but it’s been painstakingly slow progress.

“I want to try walking again.”

You lift your gaze to Newt in the dark. “Now?”

“I wanna go outside.”

You hesitate.

“Come on, Y/n, I barely got five steps in today before Jeff made me sit down again. I’m fine, I promise.”

“You’re fine when the Medjacks say you’re fine,” you reply.

“The Medjacks don’t know shit,” retorts Newt. “They’re just making stuff up as they go. That’s what we’ve all been doing.”

“I trust them,” you say steadily. “Alby and I chose them for a reason.”

“Y/n, can you please just let me outside.”

You let out a breath. “Fine. Take your crutches.”

You don’t go far; the ground is too uneven and the crutches slip in the grass. You end up dropping them near the top of a hill.

“Here, let’s sit.”

You reach a hand out to Newt, which he thankfully takes, letting you help him down so you’re both lying back on the grass, facing up at the night sky.

“It was a good idea,” you say, breaking the silence. “I get why you wanted to come out.”

"Yeah," says Newt. He jerks his chin upwards. “The stars, they’re what I’m here for.”

You tip your head back, following Newt’s eye line. “You know, my first night here, I hadn’t built a place to sleep. I just lay on the ground like this, looking up at the stars.”

Newt shifts, moving one hand to point upwards. "I recognise most of the constellations," he tells you.

"Really?"

"Yep. That's Orion, right there. And over there is Gemini. And that star is Sirius, in Canis Major."

You search your mind for a hint of a memory, trying to call up knowledge you might have had before being put here.

"It's all bullshit," says Newt.

You turn to him in surprise.

"The stars," he says, still staring upwards. "None of them should be arranged like that, the constellations wouldn't be that close, or even in the same area, if this was real."

"Oh," you say, voice soft.

Newt lets out a flat laugh. “I don’t know why they let me keep this knowledge, when they’ve taken everything else away.”

He sits up, eyes flicking down to you. “…sorry.”

You shake your head, sitting up and turning to face him. “It’s okay. I’d rather you say this stuff than keep it bottled up.”

“Right,” says Newt. “I guess we should… get back to the hut.”

Neither of you move to get up.

“Newt,” you say. You face forward, resting your arms loosely around your knees.

”Yeah?”

“Please stay with us,” you say, voice quiet. You turn to him, letting go of your legs to gently take his hands. “We need you, I- we- okay, let me just-” You take a deep breath. “Listen, we’re gonna get out of here some day. And I want to sit with you under real skies, with real stars, so you can tell me each and every constellation you see. Cause I know your nerdy ass studied all of them in another life, and I don’t know, when we run out, we can just... make up new ones? I think that’s something I want to do with you.”

“Yeah, okay- yes. Okay.” Newt’s eyes are wet, and he squeezes your hands right back.

“And talk to us,” you continue. “When you’re struggling, or hurting, or… anything. Just talk to us, Newt. Please. We need you, and we care about you, so much.”

“I’ll try, I’m trying.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” you say.

“God, okay,” you start, after staying there under the stars for a while. “Look at us. Let’s get back in the hut, c’mon.”

You help him up, handing him his crutches.

“So, we’re trying,” you say, looking Newt in the eye.

“Yes, we’re trying.”

You get the smallest of smiles from him, and count it as the biggest win.

4. Gally

"First he breaks all our rules, then he tries to convince us to abandon them entirely? These rules have held us together for years, why are we questioning them now?"

You frown slightly, taking in Gally's words from your seat at the back of Council Hall.

"If Alby was here, he'd agree with me, and you know it."

You watch pain flicker across Newt's face for a second, before he speaks. "Let's take a break. I want Minho, Gally, and Y/n in here, the rest of you just give us ten minutes."

As the others clear out, you join the three in the centre of the room.

"Newt, this really isn't complicated. That shank broke our rules, and he needs to be punished," says Gally.

Newt sighs, and you notice how tired he looks. He needs Alby. "You're not wrong, Gally, but..."

"Y/n, what are you thinking?" asks Minho, jerking his chin at you as Newt trails off.

You raise your eyebrows. "You know I have no say in this, Min. I'm not a Keeper, or any kind of leader. I'm pretty much just here to watch the meetings."

"Seriously, Y/n?"

"Fine," says Newt. "Then suppose we're asking you as friends asking a friend, not as a council leaders or Keepers."

"I don't-"

"Just speak, Y/n," says Gally exasperatedly.

"I- alright, the idea that Newt's having right now, mine's the same."

"Well, we'd love to hear it from your mouth," says Minho drily.

"Yeah Y/n, what am I thinking?" Newt crosses his arms, lifting a brow.

You sigh. "Punish Thomas for breaking the rules, but make him a Runner."

"You can't be serious," says Gally immediately.

Newt shrugs. "They're right, that's what I was thinking."

"I'm down to train him," says Minho. "I think he'd make a good Runner."

"Good. Call the Council back in then, we'll make the announcement."

"You're making a mistake," says Gally angrily. "Tell the others without me." He storms out as the rest of the Keepers file in.

"Gally-"

"Nah, Fry."

"I got him," you say, nodding at Frypan.

"You're alright," you whisper as you brush past a stressed-looking Thomas. You squeeze his shoulder reassuringly, and he gives you a small smile of gratitude.

You shut the door behind you, chasing Gally down as he storms into his hut.

"Gally wait-"

"I don't want to hear it, Y/n."

He slams his door shut, closing you out. You sigh, and let yourself in.

"Get out of my hut, Y/n."

"Stop, Gally," you say sharply. "Just listen."

Miraculously, he stays quiet, leaning back on the wall and crossing his arms.

"I... I know you're scared, Gally."

"What-"

"Oh my god, just hear me out," you huff, rolling your eyes. "Okay, so yes, we just got attacked by Grievers, right here in the Glade. And yeah, it's probably linked to Thomas. And- yes, making him a Runner and letting him pretty much just fuck around and find out could put us in danger. ...But he's also the closest we've ever been to understanding the Maze and this whole place. I think he's the key to getting us out of here."

You sit down on Gally's bed, gesturing for him to sit down beside you. He lets out a huff, but reluctantly takes a seat.

You look him in the eye. "Gally I've been here for three years, and it's great. We've built a structure, a life, a goddamn society. But I really, really want to see the outside world."

Gally scrubs a hand over his face, dropping his gaze. "Yeah, I know, Y/n. I'm just- I'm trying to keep everyone safe. Newt and Minho are blinded by this hope, they're believing too much in one guy who's been here for literal days."

"I know, I know. But we need to take that risk, if we want to get out of here, alright?"

Gally sighs, then nods. "Yeah, fine."

"I'm gonna help Thomas, and Newt and Minho in whatever plans they make."

You hold out your fist. "Promise me you'll follow the plans we make, and stick with us. Don't... you know, make your own group and stay here and get killed, or whatever you were planning to do."

Gally rolls his eyes at you, and reluctantly brings his fist up to knock against yours, following through with the handshake the two of you used to do after building something, back when you used to help out with the other jobs. "Yeah, yeah, we get it Y/n. You've been here the whole time, you know us sooo well, you can read our minds."

You grin widely. "Damn right I can."

5. Thomas (everyone loves Y/n)

"Do you think this'll work?" asks Thomas, chewing on his lip worriedly.

"Of course it will," you say. "Have a little faith in your plan, Thomas. You don't need approval from me."

Thomas huffs out a laugh. "Thanks. It's nice to hear you're confident, though."

You raise your eyebrows, smiling a little confusedly. "I mean, I'm glad my support motivates you."

Thomas squints his eyes at you. "Y/n, you know you're like... super respected, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, everyone looks up to you. You don't notice the way people turn to you in tense situations and stuff? You're kinda like an understated leader, I guess."

"Ah, right." You smile at him. "It's cause I was the first person here, which I do get credit for, I don't know why. Totally underserved, Alby's the one who built this place."

"Bullshit." You turn in surprise as Minho walks in, Newt following behind him.

"What?"

"Undeserved credit, my ass," says Minho, crossing his arms. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be a Runner."

"Yeah," says Newt, coming over to your side. He props an elbow on your shoulder, grinning at the frown you send him. "And you know what," he says quietly. "If it wasn't for you, I might not even be here."

You smack his arm. "Don't even say-"

"Gally, tell Y/n we love them," interrupts Minho.

"Huh?" Gally lifts a brow, before nodding. "Yeah, everyone loves you, man. Don't take it personally. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't even be on board with this plan right now."

"Ugh-" you pinch the bridge of your nose.

Thomas leans in. "Told you so."

"God, let's just do the plan. Let's go, everybody out," you say hurriedly, shoving Newt out, ignoring Minho's snickers.

You stand between Minho and Gally as Thomas and Newt explain the plan to the Gladers, feeling yourself surrounded by friends; family.

Time to get out of here.

The end chapter is cheesy but I love it thank you for reading <3333

#the maze runner #platonic gladers x reader #alby x reader #minho x reader #newt x reader #gally x reader #thomas x reader #my writing

[theodorelore]

Hey! How are you doing? I saw on your blog that you're up for requests (unless you're not doing that anymore, than that's completely fine!). I was wondering if you could do a Gladers ( it's platonic ofc) x 9 year old female story? Just fluff and stuff, where the gladers start taking care of her a lot. You can start from any point in the Maze Runner timline. Like I said, If you don't have time, you don't have to write this. Have a nice day! :)

- ahh thank you so much for the request!! unfortunately, i don’t write f!readers, but i’m happy to write it gn!, i hope that’s alright:)

- this is loosely based off of the first book

↱ platonic!glader’s x gn!reader

↱ summary: the creators send a child to the glade, chaos insured

↱ cw: mentions of tears and falling out of trees

↱ a/n: thank you so much for the request! i hope you like it:)

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the lurching of the metal box was almost enough to make you sick. you couldn’t tell where you were, your back was pressed against a metal wall. you couldn’t see anything, the box you were inside of was pitch black inside, and the only movement of the box was the slight swaying movement.

then it finally stopped, the sudden jolt caused you to slide from where you were against the wall, to the middle of the hard, metal wall. you laid there for a moment, trying to figure out where you were. the only thing you could remember was your name, but nothing else. you had flashes of memories, but no faces or names.

you slowly sat up, your hands touching each side of the box, searching blindly for a way out. you gave up after a moment, realizing that you were stuck. tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, you didn’t know where you were, and you were scared.

after a moment, a loud clank sounded from somewhere above you, and light shined inside the metal box. you had to shield your eyes from the bright light, but you could hear the voices coming from above you.

“is that a child?” someone asked.

“don’t be stupid, they’re too small to be anything else.” another person said.

you moved your hand from your eyes and cautiously looked up. the voices came from a group of boys looking down at you, some looked older, while some younger, but no one looked as young as you.

someone then lowered a rope with a loop at the bottom, so you hesitantly stepped inside of it and held the top of the rope tightly. you were slowly brought up, leaving the metal box behind.

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your first day in the glade was interesting, to say the least. after the whole “getting pulled out of the box with a bunch of boys who you’ve never met before,” you were in hysterics for quite awhile.

you finally calmed down once the blond boy made everyone go back to work and just sat down with you and explained everything that he knew. he introduced himself as newt.

then you met thomas, who had just arrived about a month before you. he was pretty shy, but you thought he was cool. after thomas, you met gally and minho.

you started to get used to living in the glade, choosing to hang out with newt most of the time, considering that your other options were minho and thomas, both of which would never allow you to enter the maze.

you basically would just walk around with newt while he would go around and monitor what everyone else was doing. he let you run around and go watch other people work, just as long as you told him where you were going and who you were going to be with. you also liked to watch chuck work.

after about a week of being at the glade, you started to wonder why you hadn't started to get the tour of jobs to figure out where you'd work for the remainder of your time there. next time you saw newt, you’d ask him about it.

the next morning, after eating frypan’s great cooking, newt took you to supervise the builders. that was the most boring part of your day, you knew that if he allowed you to get a job, you’d choose to be a cook.

“hey newt?” you asked after a moment of silence, newt had been watching the builders intently, but at the sound of your voice, he turned his head.

“what’s up?” he asked, “are you hungry? we can see if frypan can slip us some scraps.” he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants before giving you a hand to help you up.

“just a little, but that’s not what i was gonna say.”

“oh?” he raised his eyebrow in question, “well, why don’t you tell me on the way to get some food, yeah?”

“sure.”

the two of you walked towards the kitchen and you decide you might as well ask now, “so i know how everyone here has a job, and i was wondering when i get to pick which one i want.”

your question actually stopped newt in his tracks, he turned to you, “you’re too young for a job. and plus, you don’t need one.” he started walking again.

you groaned, “but i want one. can i please get one?” you even tried your puppy dog eyes. unfortunately for you, they never worked with him. only thomas could fall for them.

“why do you even want a job anyway? am i too boring for you?” he asked, so serious that you had to laugh at him.

“i just wanna help around, y’know?”

“what would you even wanna do?” he asked, opening the door to the kitchen for you.

“i wanna help frypan cook.”

“well, i’m sure he’ll help you cook but you aren’t gonna help everyday. deal?”

you hugged him so hard that he let out a soft “hmph”.

———

your favorite time of the day is when thomas and minho get back from running. every time minho sees you, he always gets a stupid smile on his face while he ruffles your hair. thomas likes to get you on his back and likes to run at people while you scream.

it’s even funnier when you convince the three of them to skip work for once and to play tag with you.

somehow, the game of tag turned into hide and seek, and they couldn’t find you for at least a good hour. after that, hide and go seek is banned for the glade. you didn’t understand why, but apparently you had stressed the three of them out to the verge of tears. you’re just too good at the game.

another one of your favorite memories is when minho will tell you stories of the glade. he’s been there a long time, and can tell you lots of different stories about different things. he has to story for everything. you’re sad? we’ll get ready, he has a totally embarrassing story about newt that he’ll share with you. you’re scared? well don’t be, he’s gonna tell you all the good things about the glade.

thomas is the easiest to convince to skip work and play with you. though with him, you once fell out of a tree. you were trying to avoid him making you go to dinner, so you decided the most logical thing to do was to climb a tree.

for a moment, you felt triumphant as you sat atop a tree branch, until it broke and you went crashing to the ground.

you don’t remember much, only thomas’s horrified face looking over yours as he tried to figure out what to do and the tears falling down your face.

you must have passed out, the last thing you remember was newt and minho running towards you and thomas while he tried to shush your tears.

you woke up sometime later, your arm wrapped in a sling with newt’s face standing above you.

“no more climbing trees.”

you cracked a smile, “agreed.”

#platonic x reader #gladers x reader #the maze runner x reader #thomas x reader #thomas x you #thomas x y/n #minho x reader #minho x you #minho x y/n #newt x you #newt x y/n #newt x reader

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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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#minho maze runner #the maze runner #mazeposting #maze runner #minho x you #minho x reader #tmr minho #minho imagines #minho #minho headcanons #thomas tmr #newt tmr #alby tmr #gladers #the glades #teresa tmr #gally tmr

[dontlookintoit00]

Gally, running away from a kiss. I might DIE!" Minho howled with laughter, his fist pounding the table.

Newt looked at him distastefully. "What happened after?"

"Nothing! He's just been working on the new space for Frypan. He didn't even eat lunch with the rest of us." Truth be told, lunch had been slightly peaceful with the other builders without Gally around. A healthy amount of teasing took place, courtesy of Peter telling what little he had seen to what felt like every boy in the glade. But none of it was with ill intent, and I shot smartmouth things back at them just as easily.

"Maybe you should talk to him.." Newt suggested wisely, as though I hadn't thought of that.

"What would I even say to him though? Like 'hey Gally, things have been weird since you finger-fucked me in the tool shed-" Minho spit water all over the table when I said that, but I pressed on "and now you've kissed me in the middle of our screaming match. Are you feeling okay?' Cause that will go over well. I don't know what he wants from me."

Newt seemed at a loss for words, his eyes darting slightly back and forth as though trying to process. Minho on the other hand, was recovering from his outburst. He wiped a hand over his mouth, "don't say none of that. Just go in there and suck his dick. That's all you have to do for any guy here to straighten out."

"Shut up Minho. Seriously." I rolled my eyes, unsuccessfully holding back a smile. He would say something like that. That only seemed to encourage him.

"Hey I'm serious. What is he going to say? No F/N, don't put my dick in your mouth, I don't like that. Come ON."

"Somehow, I don't think that's going to solve all our problems."

From Chapter 5 of These Hands Were Made For Building on A03

#gally maze runner #gally smut #newt maze runner #gally x reader #newt x reader #minho x reader #thomas x reader #reader x everyone #fanfic #maze runner #thomas maze runner #Gladers #the maze runner x reader #smut

[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

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #maze runner x reader #the maze runner #tmr #tmr x reader #tmr minho x reader #tmr minho x reader platonic #tmr newt #tmr newt x reader #tmr newt x reader platonic #tmr alby #tmr ably x reader #tmr ably x reader platonic #tmr frypan #tmr frypan x reader #tmr frypan x reader platonic #gladers x reader

[its-a-ittle-bit-cold]

This is home pt. 2

I can’t really think right now in this place

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masterlist

series masterlist

a/n: my first post in forever

summary: The greenie arrives in the Glade. You have a sneaking sensation this one will change everything

Warnings: Fighting, language, traumatizing events, violence

gif not mine

originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

You wake up, lungs burning as you ascend. Your breath tears through you as you scramble.

Where am I whereamiWHEREAMI?

Your back presses against the metal caged wall. An elevator. It’s an elevator, going up, up up. Creaking and crunching in the shaft. with a loud bang and an alarm that chills you to the bone, the doors above open, and you have to lift your hand to block to sudden sunlight that pierced your corneas. 

The noise stops. everything stops, and you sit, dripping wet, in the bottom of an elevator you don’t remember getting on. 

The first day is hard. You walk around, feet bare on the soft grass trying to remember. Remember anything, at all. Not even your name, you don’t remember anything. 

You’ve found yourself in a lush, green square, maybe a kilometer in each direction, forested, and you can hear a rushing river towards the lake. The kicker is: this square is surrounded by towering walls. Walls that are too tall to climb safely, walls that, is you stare at the for too long, give you the chills.

While the first day is hard, the second, you go back to the elevator and look around the boxes, unloading them one at a time and burrowing through them. Shoes, clothes, enough food for two weeks. Some plywood, and axe and a bucket.

Most chillingly, a note.

Stay alive.

You venture out into the grey walls that day, making sure you’re back well before sunset, when the cool air chills you to the bone. You make a fire and dry your clothes completely.

That first month, you alternate between exploring and building. You build the chicken pastures and coops, tackling the cows next. You plant the seeds that have been supplied for you, and gradually build up a shelter that turns into a hut. You collect moss and use old scraps of packing fabric to make yourself a mattress and a pillow.

the next month, the boys start arriving.

You welcome them to the place you’ve dubbed the Glade and introduce yourself by the name you’ve finally remembered.

Y/n.

Alby, Siggy, and Alfred listen to you. They’re good guys, but they suggest ways to get out, something you’ve tried time and time again.

You take them over to the name wall, where you’ve carved yours big and in the middle, and let them do theirs like yours.

Alfred dies first and you bury him yourself, exactly six feet under. You learn a valuable lesson that day, though. 

you’re not alone.

Someone’s watching.

Two more sets of three boys show up, then a few of two, for about a year, and then one boys comes up in the elevator - the Box - every month, heralding supplies and another 30 days lost to the Maze.

You run the Maze in the days and organize the Glade on your off days. You’ve appointed everybody a place in the glade, including your best friends, Newt, Keeper of the gardens, and Minho, who you’ve resolved your position of Keeper of the Runners to, as with the arrival of more boys, there’s fires to put out on the daily. That’s not to say that you don’t run the maze, of course, but you find it depressing. Only Minho, Newt and Alby know the truth. There’s no way out. You mapped every inch of it yourself, built the map in the forbidden cartography room.

The wall of names fills. You always have the job of carving lines through the boys’ names who’ve passed, usually doing something stupid, or getting stung by the Grievers.

On the eve of your fourth year in the Maze, you and Minho are running late. Very, very late, and as you bolt around a corner at full speed, pursued by a clicking griever, you think briefly about Newt and what he’ll do once you and Minho are gone. 

“Come on, Y/n!” Minho screams. You take a tight corner and speed up at the sound of the Griever slamming into the wall. It doesn’t stop. 

Minho, the sweet, lovable, absolute dumbass, has slowed his own run so you can catch up.

“Run!” you scream, passing him. The Griever scrabbles and screams. 

The Glade.

If you don’t shake this Griever, it will endanger the Glade. 

The walls are shifting as night falls completely, you can see the opening thinning. Not fast enough. You slide through, shouting at Newt to give you the fucking spear, and then, just as Minho breaches the Glade’s threshold, you throw the spear like a javelin and hit the Griever right in its slobbering mouth. It screams and collapses, right as its body is concealed by the closing walls. 

You settle down on the grass, head between your hands as you come to terms of what just happened.

You faced off a Griever.

And survived, and kept Minho alive, too.

The boys gather around the two of you, the only two runners that day, and solemnly pat your shoulders. Newt’s eyes are teary as he embraces you, someone he considers to be his younger sister. You suck in a wet gasp as you card your fingers through his hair.

“You… you need a haircut,” You tell him, trying to bring some light to the situation. Minho remarks something about liking it, and suggests that he might need to grow his out like Newt has. 

“Mean hoe, if you do that, I’m disowning you.”

Minho laughs and you hug him.

Just you  and your boys.

You’re out of the Glade when the Greenie arrives. Running the maze, while Ben is sick, you and Minho quickly fall back into rhythm. Out here, out in the Maze, you feel ironically free, stuck in the stone walled prison. It gives you a break from constantly putting out fires (though you do feel a little guilty leaving Alby with the incoming Greenie) and greeting yet another Greenie who is surprised that you, the only girl, are the leader. (There’s only been a few, but you’re long overdue for the next. Chuck, the most recent, is a cherubic twelve-year-old who was surprised a group of boys could do what they had alone, before meeting you. After which you adopted him as your child)

Today is a very routine day, jogging along until the sun reaches its peak, stopping and eating lunch, and then running again.

Both you and Minho know that there’s absolutely no way out, but it’s nice to pretend for a while. Minho fills your mental blankness with funny anecdotes and remarks that would sound flirty or downright creepy from anyone else but your Mean Hoe. 

When the sun drops low enough to start casting shadows, you head back, having found absolutely nothing new. 

Right near the eastern entrance of the Glade, Alby is introducing a wide-eyed Greenie to the last of the brief tour - one that covers about an eighth of the extensive one that you traditionally conduct the day after the elevator brings the newest boy up. You and Minho jog over, and you can just see Minho putting on his surly attitude. He nods at him.

“Greenie.”

Minho, who has done this literally every single introduction jogs away, to the map room in the woods. You roll your eyes, knowing that he’s probably patting himself on the back for another great performance. 

“Hi,” you say, smiling. You offer your hand for him to shake. Shit, he’s actually cute, though. Scruffy black hair, wide copper eyes and cheekbones for days, he stares at you like you’re a mystery, which, in a Glade full of boys, you suppose you are. His touch is weirdly familiar, calloused hand gripping yours firmly. “I’m Y/n.”

Alby interrupts the moment by putting a gentle, threatening hand on the Greenie’s shoulder. 

“Y/n’s the leadership around here. Shes like a sister to the boys.” 

The message is clear: Y/n is off limits.

The Greenie swallows visibly, and you find yourself entranced by his adam’s apple and his chiseled collarbone. Alby clears his throat. 

“Y/n, I think Clint needed your help with Mike’s leg.”

That distracts you.

“What happened? did he tear his stitches again?”

“Better go check it out.” Alby shrugs. “He looked worried.”

“And you just decided… not to ask him what was wrong?” You bid the two goodbye and storm off, muttering under your breath about stupid shucking useless boys.

After an hour of careful stitching and stapling, you and Clint successfully graft a piece of skin onto Mike’s leg. You’ve missed dinner, so the two of you stop by the kitchens to see if Fry has saved any food, and are rewarded with his famous grilled cheese sandwich, a delicacy in the Glade.

The Greenie bonfire is another tradition, where every group of Gladers celebrate another arrival around the biggest bonfire of the month. Gally makes his special mix, The cooks supply bonfire snacks later in the night, and the community of boys you’ve built celebrates together.

You gratefully accept the jar from Gally, the stony- faced keeper of the Builders, and search out Minho from the group of boys, laughing and joking around. He’s sitting with Dan, dazedly looking out into the fire, tuning out the party. 

You gulp down your drink before offering him a sip. He waves it away, leaning his head on your shoulder. You ruffle his hair before catching Newt’s eye. You haven’t even talked to your other best friend all day, so you wave at him and make your way over. Minho squawks unintelligibly over losing his pillow.

“Hey, Newtie,” you greet the Keeper. He’s not yet showered, so his face has smudges of dirt and grime marring his features. “Greenie. Still no luck on the name?”

The Greenie shakes his head no, and you sigh, sitting down beside him.

“Well, we have all of tomorrow to coax it out of ya.” You sigh. 

His mouth drops open and his eyes voice out okie a fish. You grab his shoulders and pull him up. 

“Cmon, you’re the guest of honor. Newfie’s just been keeping you all to himself, I guess.”

You wave your hands at each group, you and Newt alternating between explaining who everyone is. Passing by the fight circle, Gally’s latest victim, Nick, runs into Thomas. You and Newt share a look, both knowing full well what Gally’s expression means.

“What’d ya say, Greenie? Wanna see what you’re made of?”

The Greenie shakes his head, but everybody’s already chanting his name. You push him lightly towards Gally, sending the Builder a pointed look. Don’t kill him on his first day.

The boys are circling. You blend back into the audience, eager to see this boy’s potential.

The fistfights are only allowed on the first day of every month, after the greenie arrives. Any other time, you’ve prohibited them from ever happening, else the boys get stuck in the Slammer for a week. 

And, so what if you enjoy whooping ass during these night, proving who’s really in charge.

Gally is bigger than the greenie, and, after a few rounds, is getting cocky. This is his weakness. You and Minho share a look. It’s always difficult to know when to step in to these types of things. The Greenie suffers from it too, getting too confident and ending up hitting his head hard on the sand.

He freezes on the ground, eyes immediately finding you. 

“Thomas,” he breathes out. He jumps to his feet. “I remember my name! Thomas!”

A smile splits your face, this being your favorite part of orientation, the elation of recalling something - anything. 

“Thomas!” You yell, with the rest of the gladers. You’re the first to him, shaking his hand. Alby pats his back hard. 

“Welcome to the Glade, Thomas.”

The sun rises and you with it, as corny as it sounds, but you have an orientation day ahead and the post sunrise glade calm is the best way to really introduce a greenie to the environment. 

Thomas.

You hadn’t been able to sleep last night, turning his name over and over in your head. Why does it sound so familiar? did he mean something to you?

You weave through the maze of hammocks- the boys sleep outside when it’s hotter out -  and prod thomas’s shoulder. His eyes shoot open, jerking up, mouth poised to shout. You clamp your hand over his mouth, finger to your lips. 

“Get up. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“This is the Glade, the only place in the Maze we stay safe,” You explain. The watchtower is the beginning of all of your tour. “Every morning, those walls open. Every night, they close, hiding us from the monsters in the maze.

“Monsters?”

“Grievers. Nasty things. That’s why we run the maze, because there’s always a chance the walls don’t close, and we want to be out of here by the time that happens.”

Thomas looks out over the Glade. The runners are just departing. Minho and Dan. 

“What if I want to be a runner?”

You purse your lips. Another one of your ponderings last night was how to break the news to him.

“Newt told you. You need to be chosen.”

“By who?”

“Me,” You say. “Newt, Alby, Minho, Gally. All the Keepers and the ones who have a say in goings on in the Glade vote to choose the new runners.”

“But-“

“I’m not saying it’s impossible. I’m saying you can’t be one immediately. That’s what today’s about. Finding your place in the Glade.”

The breakfast bell rings, Fry always vigilant on his timing.

“C’mon Thomas. Time for breakfast. Then we begin.”

He’s taking the tour, your patient answers to his every question, the Glade well enough for a greenie. Right now, he’s in the phase where he tries to find a way out.

“What about climbing the vines?”

“Tried it. That’s how Alfred died. They don’t reach the top, and even if they did, the Glade is an Island in the Maze.”

“going down in the box?” 

“Doesn’t leave with someone in it.”

“what about the shaft? I saw some rope, maybe-“

“Tried it! Everything you can think of, we’ve already tried.”

You wave your hand at the wall. 

“It never gets us anywhere. The best chance- the only chance we have is by running the maze.”

Thomas falls silent.

Finally, he’s come to the realization every Glader has to make.

That this is an elevator you never get off. 

#thomas tmr x reader #thomas x reader #cavetown #the glade #the maze runner #maze runner imagine #minho x you #tmr minho #newt tmr #newt #newt x reader #gladers x reader #first glader!reader #leader!reader

[makethiscanon]

THE MAZE RUNNER: WRITING MASTERLIST

Gally

Headcanons

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

Writing

‘Tick': Extract [CRACKFIC]

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

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

Minho

Headcanons

Cocktail Bar: Barman

Newt

Headcanons

Cocktail Bar: Server

Writing

We're Almost Free

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

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

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

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

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

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[FULL WRITING MASTERLIST]

#don't mind me just organising #writing masterlist #the maze runner #gally #newt #tmr #x reader #x you #x yn #maze runner #scorch trials #glade #gladers #reader insert #will poulter

[crazysheeplyca]

hii!!! could i have a minho and reader fic with the classic enemies to lovers trope?? shes co keepers of the runners and theyre always competing with each other, and everyone else ships them and always try to get them together? and maybe they have to share a bed at one point and they wake up cuddling and everyone teases them?? happy ending please!! Thanks💕

Hi of course, I love your idea and it was really fun to write !!! I hope you’ll like it, enjoy ❣️!

Slinthead

Minho x femal!Reader

/!\ English is not my first language 

Warning : None

Summary : Reader and Minho spend their time fighting and competing while everyone in glade ships them. But one day one of their friends decided that give them a bit of help, to make each other realise their true feelings.

A/N : I am so bad at summary, anyway I hope you guys will enjoy it. Let me know what you think.

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“I bet she isn’t even awake at this time” Said Minho with a little grin, checking his watch while waiting in front of the gates of the labyrinth. 

He looked at the other runners and counted them in his head to make sure everyone was there and on time. 

“You know before saying anything that would make a fool of yourself you should think, or at least verify that what you are saying is right.” 

A honeyed voice raised behind the young man. Minho rolled his eyes and scoffed, then turned around and looked at the girl who spoke. She gave him a little wave with a playful smile, Minho looked at her up and down. 

“You’re late, shorty” Minho stated, crossing his arms.

“You are the one who’s late slinthead. You perfectly know that I am always the first one to arrive. Is it because you can’t beat me in a race that you look so frustrated ? It’s not a big deal you know, after all I am the keeper of the runner” Said the girl with the same honeyed voice.

“Yeah right, first of all you are the Co-keeper of the runners, secondly I am faster than you Y/n, don’t take your hope for reality” Minho scoffed in disbelief.

“If it helps you to sleep at night, i’ll pretend it’s true” Y/n winked at him and turned to face the gates that are opening soon. 

Minho scoffed again while going beside her, preparing for another day in the maze. Some whisper and giggle can be heard coming from the other runners mocking them as they look like a married couple. Since Y/n and Minho are the fastest runners Alby decided to make them co-keeper, a decision that they had hardly accepted. They argued with him for two hours straight, the poor Alby couldn't take it anymore and threatened to throw them off the cliff if they didn't stop. The two runners stopped arguing but still weren't enjoying this situation. Since that, their little competition grew into a great rivalry, but for the gladers it looks as if they are just flirting. 

A deafening noise followed by a violent gust of wind alerted the runners that it was time to get in the maze. With a last provocative wink Y/n start running, Minho grins saying he won’t let her outrun him, he runs and rapidly catches up with the girl, returning her provocative wink. They engaged in different hallways, running in between the giant gray walls, sometimes covered by ivy. While working they couldn't stop throwing puns, challenges or insults at each other. The keepers turned every little thing into an argument from the moment they stepped in the maze till they finished working. 

Today was no different, when the time came to go back to the glade, they bet they would be the first one to arrive. After counting to three they raced home, on the way Minho tried to block Y/n so she would stay behind and Y/n tried to push him aside, they pinched and nudged to get in front of the other. Running as fast as they could, their legs starting to ache, their breaths becoming short, they were finally seeing the glade. In the last hallway Minho and Y/n pushed themselves at their maximum. 

Entering in the glade Y/n pushes Minho to the side while he trips her, they both fall hard on the ground. Newt, who was waiting for them like every day, sighs deeply and closes his eyes, praying his friends would be more mature one day. He took the two teenagers to the med hut, even if this was for minor injuries. After Clint and Jeff heals the shanks they left, letting Newt all the time he needed to scold them. As the second in command asked the runners what happened, they started to argue saying it was the other fault. The more the time passes the less what they were saying made sense or was simply understable. 

“Enough ! I’m starting to have a headache” scolded Newt while he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why the shuck can’t the two of you get along ? You are the exact same idiots !”

“I’m not like him/her !” protested the teenagers looking disgusted at this idea.

“Finally something you two agree with” said the blond with a malicious smile “Why don’t you stop pretending you hate each other when everybody else sees that you’re just flirting ?” 

“I beg your pardon ? No shucking way ! Him ? Of all the boys that are here ? Impossible.” retort Y/n crossing her arms.

“Right even if she and I were the last people on earth I’d rather die alone than be with her !” claimed Minho.

“You’re just talking” Newt observed before turning his back to them “come on it’s almost dinner time”.

The three gladers ate their dinner with the other in a friendly ambience. Y/n and Minho didn’t argue or fight once, they just decided to ignore each other. At least that was what everyone thought. During the dinner they sent little provocative signs at each other that are left unnoticed by the gladers. When Y/n finished eating she got up and cleaned her plate, before she could get out Newt asked her to wait for him outside. The girl nodded and kept going. After a minute Minho arrived and waited beside her, she glanced at him, sighs and took a step away from him. Minho looked at her raising a brow, she could feel his gaze on her but ignore it. The boy decided that it was time for payback and a bit of fun, harboring a mischievous smile, he approached her. 

“Hey shorty, what’s the problem ? You can’t stand my incredible presence ? Or are you scared that I will discover that you're in love with me ?” Asked Minho.

“Leave me alone slinthead, between the two of us you are the one who's in love with me. I got away because you stink” Y/n replied with a smirk.

“Say it again, I dare you.” Challenges the boy, hovering over her. 

Y/n straightens, looking at him dead in the eyes with a bright smile repeating “You. Stink. Slinthead.”

Minho was about to speak when Newt clears his throat to make his presence noticed, they both looked at him and Y/n ran to the glader giving him a big hug. She took a false sad face and told Newt that Minho was mean with her, the boy in question rolled his eyes and called her a crybaby. The second in command holds Y/n to prevent her from attacking her co-keeper.

"Okay stop it you two, no fight or there will be consequences." Informed Newt

Minho grunted and Y/n mumbled, crossing their arms and turning their back at the other. Looking like two pouting children, Newt giggles giving them a tap on the back.

"Anyway, why did you ask me to wait for you ?" Asked the girl

"You asked her to wait too ?" asked Minho

Newt noded with a small smile, and gestured to them to follow him. As he walked away the keepers asked him where they were going or what he needed them for. But the blond remains silent. Arriving in front of a small shack, Newt pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

"I need your help to search for something in there, it'll be faster to find if we do it together." Decided the second in command to finally explain as he motioned for the two rivals to enter.

"Alright and what are we searching for ?" Demand Y/n as she entered the shack followed by Minho.

"Good question, I hope you'll find it on your own." 

Minho gave a wandering look at his friend, while Newt wink at him and closed the door, not forgetting to lock it. The co-keepers rushed to the door and tried desperately to open it, trying to push it, hit it, kick it. But nothing worked. 

"Newt let me get out of here or I swear I will make you regret this !" Screamed Y/n banging on the door

"Silly me, I dropped the key and I can't find it now ! How clumsy can I be ?" Newt took a false apologetic voice while playing with the supposedly lost key.

"I'll ask Gally if he got another one but I doubt it, and since it's starting to get dark I won't be able to find it before tomorrow morning. Guess you two will have to spend the night here, I am sooo sorry guys. Goodnight." And with these last words Newt walked away giggling to himself.

Y/n and Minho cursed him, they tried to open the door for another twenty minutes before giving up. Y/n took a deep breath and looked around the room but there was no other way out, and nothing could help break or open the door. Actually there wasn't much in this shack, just two beds, another one in construction and some other furniture not totally done. This shack is probably used as a storage for the builders. She took another deep breath and walked to the bed at the other side of the room and sat on it. Minho stood against the wall, hands in his pocket, thinking about how he will take his revenge on Newt, then he looked at the teenage girl. He thought about bothering her, if he has to spend the night with Y/n he could have at least a bit of fun. 

"Guess you're stuck with me shorty." Smiled Minho as he approach her 

"Yeah, I couldn't be more happy, I suggest you leave me alone. You stay on your side of the room, I'll stay on mine, everyone's happy and nobody gets killed." Y/n rolled her eyes at him, knowing what he wanted.

Minho grins, he is going to annoy her as much as he possibly can and the better part is that she can't escape. The young man sits on the opposite bed, but as he does so a crack can be heard and before he knows it Minho finishes on the floor, not really understanding what happened. The bed was probably not finished. Y/n burst out laughing, after a moment tears started to form in her eyes, her stomach aching as she couldn't stop laughing. Minho stood up, jaw clenched, and asked her to stop, which the young woman didn't. The runner stood in front of Y/n, he then placed his hand on each side of her frame, leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"If you don't stop laughing in three seconds, I'll make you shorty." 

Y/n slowly stopped and looked at him wondering what he could possibly do. But didn't push it, knowing nothing good would happen. She shrugged and told him that she doesn't fear him. The boy scoffed, and layed down on the bed, Y/n furrowed her brows and nudged him. The runner grunted but didn't move.

"It's my bed slinthead, go sleep somewhere else."

"Where am I supposed to sleep ? There's no other bed shorty."

Retorted Minho his eyes closed

"Then sleep on the floor, I don't care as long as it's away from me." Y/n pushed him off the bed and got under the covers almost ready to sleep. "If you wanted a bed you shouldn't have broken the other one, goodnight loser." She winked and blew him a kiss with an arrogant smile.

Minho got up, took a deep breath and repeat a few times to himself that murder was not the solution. Suddenly an idea popped in his head, one that would bother his co-keeper and get him a bed. The boy goes quietly behind Y/n and gets in the bed with her. The girl slightly jumped in surprise and looked at her co-keeper in disbelief. 

"What the shuck are you doing, go away !"

"I won't move a finger shorty, get used to it." Minho replied with a provocative wink.

Y/n tried to push him off the bed again but Minho grabbed her wrist and pinned them to the mattress, hovering over her and looking at her eyes he winked again saying it was a nice try. The girl bit her lips and tried to get rid of his hold unsuccessfully, which made the runner laugh. After a few minutes she gave up knowing that Minho is physically stronger than her. 

"You're finished ? You are gonna let me sleep on the bed or you're gonna make me hold you all night ?"

Y/n huff and mumbled with a light blush "fine but don't get too close to me". The boy let go of her wrist and lay down next to his rival, savoring his victory. About an hour passed and Y/n couldn't fall asleep, she kept moving and fidgeting, not finding a comfortable position. Minho, having had enough, snakes his arms around the girl and pulls her against his firm chest. She was about to protest but he hushed her. 

"You are moving too much, I can't sleep. Now stop moving and let me cuddle with you so my incredibly reassuring presence will calm you down and lull you to sleep, is that alright Y/n ?" Asked Minho with a sleepy voice

Against all odds she agreed and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Minho blushed at the sudden action and placed one hand on her back to hold her close while the other went in her hair. He started to absentmindedly play with Y/n's hair until they both fell asleep.

The next morning they wake up because of whispers and giggles. After adjusting to the light of the sun they notice Newt and some other glader looking at them cuddling. Y/n blushes and hides under the covers while Minho throws them his shoes to chase them away. Newt wink at the runner, laughs and closes the door without locking it this time. The young woman got out of bed and took her head in her hand in order to hide her blushing face. Minho gets up, straightens up a bit and approaches her.

"Come on Y/n, it's not because you hide your blush that I can't see it." Chuckled Minho

"You know it's quite nice to hear you calling me by my name, it's the second time you do it. Be careful, or I might start thinking that you love me Minho." She said, looking at him briefly while biting her lips.

The runner stood in front of the girl with an affectionate smile and murmured yet again in her ears "I can say it as much as you want Y/n. And by the way I love the sound of my name on your tongue." 

Minho took a step backwards to look at her face turning red again. He chuckled and gave Y/n a kiss on the cheek and said "I knew you loved me" before taking her hand to get out of the shack.

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[iskdndjxos]

Newt x girl Glader series

Part 9

POV Y/N

I sat on a chair in an otherwise empty concrete room. A window that looked like a mirror on one wall, a metal door on another. Wires connected me to something I couldn't see. A voice spoke on a speaker.

"How about now?"

I paused for a moment reaching into my mind.

"Confusion."

"Very good, last one for the day."

I closed my eyes and breathed using the little energy I had left to connect with him.

"Pain,fear....Stop!" I yelled.

"What are you doing, stop it!, stop hurting him"

they didn't listen. I continued to scream as I felt my connection to him get weaker. Then nothing.

"Let me see him." no answer.

"Please! I did what you asked now let me see him!"

Newts pov: I woke up with my stomach in a knot. Something was wrong. I sat up to make sure she was alright. Her face was scrunched into worry.

"Greenie?"

I stood up as her breathing got heavy. She must be having a bad dream.

"Greenie? Are you alright?"

Suddenly I jumped back as she sat up screaming. Again a quieter scream. Her eyes darted frantically around the room till they met mine.

"It's alright darling your okay."

I slowly got closer to her sitting on the bed. I placed a hand on her shoulder and her breathing slowed a bit. Taking me by surprise she grabbed my arm pulling it into a tight hug. I let her though cause she was comforted by it. Her eyes were now squeezed shut. I wanted so badly to pull her into my arms, to tell her she was safe. I longed to be closer to her but it seemed wrong for the short time I’ve known her. She seemed to read my mind.

"Can you hold me" She said it in a whisper.

My heart shattered and I quickly pulled her into my arms. Something in me bent. For once the weight on my chest lifted. I felt at home. Her body fit so perfectly in my arms. I never wanted to leave.

We only pulled apart when a knock sounded on the door. I stood quickly to answer it. Alby, Minho, Gally, Winston, Fry, and Jeff stood with looks of groggy concern.

"What happened is she okay?" Alby spoke.

Before I could answer he pushed past me through the door, along with the rest of the keepers.

"I'm okay." The girl spoke addressing the crowd.

"Just a nightmare, I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you all."

I could feel embarrassment rise in her. Minho sat at the foot of the bed.

"It's alright greenie, we all get them."

"Yeah but we don't scream like we're getting murdered." Gally added.

That landed him a smack in the back of the head from Frypan.

"I remember my name though, it's y/n."

"Alright then y/n, it's just about time for the wake up anyway, get dressed and I'll come get you in a few minutes." Alby stated.

She simply nodded. The boys walked out. Gally's eyes trailed suspiciously between us before he left.

"Was I not supposed to sleep in my clothes?" She questioned giggling.

I had just dawned on me that ever boy that walked in was in their boxers. I was too. Suddenly I felt extremely exposed. She giggled again.

"It's okay Newt your not naked."

I tried to hold back a smile but I couldn't. I laughed genuinely and so did she. This was new territory for everyone and we had some figuring out to do.

"I'll get you something to sleep in today."

"Thanks"

She slipped on her boots as Alby walked back in the door now fully clothed.

"Come on Greenie you got a big day."

With that he wisked her away. I couldn't help but noticed the strange things she was feeling. A mix of excitement, nervousness, and hope.

#newt x reader #the maze runner #james dashner #imagine #gladers #thomas sangster

[enemymarkus]

The Glade |2|

Parings: Gally, newt, thomas, frypan, zart, winston, chuck, minho and others x FEM!reader (Platonic with a capital P) (sister/brother relationship with the boys)

Warnings: fighting, dying, death, angst, fluff, crying, getting captured by WICKED, terasa being a traitor, almost dying, swearing, minho and (name) being the sassy best friends, terasa is a jealous bitch, some swearing, reader kinda crybaby at first

summary: You were the second girl to come up in the maze. And when the maze runner boys saw your scared face they vowed to protect you, even if that means sacrificing themselves.

( you came after terasa)

|1 | 2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10 (maybe some more)

I do not give permission for people to steal my work or translate it without my consent!

bold is gally and italics are others normal is (name)

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I heard that there's another girl in the glade. I was furious, I'm supposed to be the only girl to be around the boys. I saw her walking around with alby newt and gally, i felt jealous because gally never comes and talks to me, he always ignores me or walks away when i'm trying to talk to him, and there he is talking to the new girl. Ugh she better not go near thomas.

I saw treasa being her usual moody self, i guess she saw me talking to the new greenie.I don't care though, i don't like terasa and every time she tries to talk to me i always ignore or walk away from because she thinks that she can get away with everything because she a girl, but she has to follow the same rules as us. THe greenie seems pretty alright, she is sarcastic but not as much as minho ( not yet anyway )

I heard from Ben that there's a new girl in the glade. I was shocked because we thought that Terasa was the only girl I would ever get but nope, we got another girl. She's nice and I really like her, unlike terasa. She was talking to me. I think that she's really cool. Terasa ignored me when she came up in the box. I told her that my name is Chuck and that I hoped to be friends but she ignored me and walked away. She made Thomas spend less time with me so I felt lonely until the new girl came up.

I was talking to Newt before something hit me really fast. “ I REMEMBERED MY NAME ”I said while smiling, newt smiled and asked what it was “ (name)” i saw that he looked at me with soft eyes but i thought nothing of it. As we were walking around I saw the other girl, Terasa. I think her name was staring at me. I'm pretty sure it was glaring but I didn't care, she needs to suck it up. As i was talking with newt he told me that they were going to have a bonfire tonight and i was really excited to see what we were going to do but what i didn’t realize was that a glaring terasa was stomping towards me.

I saw Terasa come up to us while me and The greenie were talking, she looked pissed but Thomas can deal with her. “What are you doing talking to him?!” terasa said to (name) “ leave her alone terasa”. “Thinking you own the place now because you got the boy's attention?! I will always be the number 1 girl here!” terasa said while inching closer to (name) “ THOMAS! GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND NOW BEFORE I THROW HER IN THE PIT” Thomas came and took a mad terasa away. I saw (names) face She had a tear coming down her cheek “ its okay greenie” i said while hugging her.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” gally came into me and thomas hut “what do you mean gally?” i said while looking at him “ WHY IS THE GREENIE CRYING” he said yelling at me “ i was helping newt out with her.” i said “ you said that you would always be number 1” “ because i will! “ I yelled at him “ Thomas, sort out your girlfriend! Otherwise newt or alby will throw her into the pit. “ don't you think that's a bit mean gally?” my boyfriend said to gally “ if she lays a hand on the greenie, she's in the pit for 2 days no food” gally said while walking out our hut. 

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this is part two to my series “ The Glade” i hope that you will like it <3 if you want to request something please copy and paste the link in my bio, or text me here in the comments or on instagram @enemymarkus​ 

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I hope you have a good night/afternoon/day xx

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[gladerscake]

Thomas: Is this thing between Gally and Y/N supposed to be a secret?

Newt: Hardly. The only people who don't know that Gally and Y/N are in love are Gally and Y/N.

#the maze runner #incorrect tmr quotes #tmr gally #gally x reader #gally x you #tmr thomas #tmr newt #gladers #tmr #gally tmr #tmr x reader #gally x y/n #incorrect quotes tmr #tmr crack

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hey! How are you doing? I saw on your blog that you're up for requests (unless you're not doing that anymore, than that's completely fine!). I was wondering if you could do a Gladers (maybe mostly Thomas? it's platonic ofc) x 9 year old female story? Just fluff and stuff, where the gladers start taking care of her a lot. You can start from any point in the Maze Runner timline. Like I said, If you don't have time, you don't have to write this. Have a nice day! :)

And even more platonic stories ❤❤❤

Hope

Platonic Thomas + other Gladers x 9yo fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Notes: canon divergence in that all the crazy plot stuff doesn't happen, Thomas was a regular Greenie like everyone else, basically just livin life in the Glade, and also they haven't finished mapping the Maze yet. Also, this ended up turning into a weird mini-story compilation, so that's cool.

Warnings: language

You're a huge shock when you come up in the Box.

Or rather, you're a tiny shock.

For all the fantasies that boys have had about a girl coming up one day, no one had ever imagined you.

When Newt pulls the grates open and sees you, his heart drops into his stomach.

Yep, that's it. Creators've done it this time. A shucking kid.

He pushes his reaction down and extends an arm to help you up.

His heart clenches as he does so: pulling you out barely takes any effort.

As you stand there, breathing shakily with your gaze darting around fearfully, the Gladers all have the same collective reaction.

It was the reaction they had when Chuck came out, but worse.

You look even younger, even smaller.

It's a new low for the people who put you here.

Thomas is the first person to step forward.

"Hey," he says softly, crouching down in front of you. "It's okay- you're okay. Don't worry. You're safe here."

"Wh- where am I?" you ask, voice wavering.

"This is the Glade. I promise you it's safe. It's gonna take a little getting used to, but I promise, you'll be alright."

He sends you a kind smile and extends his hand. "Wanna come on a tour?"

You take his hand.

⭒----⭒

Thomas sticks with you for the entirety of your first day, helping Newt with the tour.

You jump as a rumbling noise fills your ears, and you turn to see the Maze doors sliding closed.

"It's a good thing," reassures Newt, noticing your worried gaze. "Keeps the Grievers out, so we're safe for the night. And they never come in the day either."

"Have you ever seen one?" you ask.

To your surprise, Newt snorts and jerks his chin at Thomas. "You might wanna ask Tommy 'bout that one."

Thomas gives you a sheepish grin. "My first week here I ran into the Maze. Killed a Griever by trapping it between the walls."

"Woah," you breathe.

"Oi, Newt!" a voice calls from down the hill. It's Alby. "Get down here, we're starting!"

"Come on then," says Newt gesturing for you and Thomas to follow.

"What's going on?"

"It's a welcome bonfire, all the guys get one. ...all the guys, and girl."

"Right," you say, smiling a little.

You watch with wide eyes as the Gladers throw lit torches to make a huge burning bonfire, the flames dancing in your eyes.

"Here," says Thomas, handing you a plate of food. "Best chicken is for the Greenie."

"Thanks," you say with a smile. "What's that?" You point to the mason jar he's holding, full of some honey-coloured liquid.

"Well it's... it's a drink Gally makes. Secret recipe."

He glances at you uncertainly. "I don't know, do you want to try-"

"No!" yelps Newt, grabbing the jar from Thomas. "What the shuck, Thomas."

You giggle at their antics, not noticing their fond smiles at your laugh.

"Yo, Newt. Did you say the new Greenie's a-"

The new guy pauses when he sees you, and you look up at him nervously.

"Greenie, Minho. Minho, Greenie." Newt introduces the two of you.

"Shuck," whispers Minho, staring at you.

"I know, I tend to have that effect on people," you say dryly, raising an eyebrow.

He blinks at you, before bursting out in laughter.

"Kid's got fire," he says with a grin. "Welcome to the Glade, Greenie."

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The night drags on, and you're obviously exhausted from... you know, being thrown into a grassy plain surrounded by a monster-filled Maze, with no memory.

You feel your eyelids start to droop as the world turns fuzzy, and you end up slumping onto Minho's shoulder.

He looks over in concern, before seeing that you've fallen asleep.

"Hey," he gets the others' attention. "Where're we putting the Greenie? She just sleepin' with the rest of us?"

Newt nods. "For tonight, at least. We can figure something else out later."

"Here, I got her," says Thomas, scooping you up and carrying you over to the sleeping area.

Still half asleep, you feel yourself being moved. "Thomas?" you whisper.

"Yeah."

"Y/n."

"What?"

"I remembered my name. It's Y/n."

You feel him pause, before he continues walking.

"Good to meet you, Y/n."

You huff a soft laugh into his shoulder before drifting back to sleep again.

He places you gently in a hammock, pulling a thin blanket over you before returning to the bonfire.

⭒----⭒

The Builders throw up a hut for you the next day. It's a little rushed, maybe not as reinforced as the other ones, but it's all you need.

You stare in disbelief at the hut when Newt leads you over.

"It's for me?" you ask, turning to Gally.

"Yeah," he says. "Just, you know, a kid probably doesn't wanna be sleeping with all the rest of us. There's an extra bed in there if you ever want company from someone." His tone is flat, arms crossed as he keeps his eyes on the hut.

You step up to him and wrap your arms around his midsection, which is about as far as you can reach. "Thank you," you say, smiling up at him.

Gally looks down at you in surprise, before awkwardly patting your head. "Oh, uh- sure. That's fine."

He turns and death glares Newt and Thomas, who are cackling away over... something. You don't really know, you're just grateful for your hut.

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There's a clatter as you drop the sticks you were holding for the Runners' map.

Although you work in the gardens, you often help Minho and Thomas in the Runner's hut, mapping out new sections.

"Fuck," you mutter, bending down to pick up the sticks.

"What did you just say?" Minho exclaims, and you let out a squeal as he throws you over his shoulder and runs out into the fields.

"Who taught Y/n 'fuck'?" he yells, charging over to where Thomas is emerging from the Maze with Ben.

"Let me down you stupid shank," you say through giggles, hitting his arm.

"She called me a shank!" Minho gasps dramatically.

"Minho, what the fuck are you doing?" asks Thomas, snorting at the two of you.

"Ah, the culprit," says Minho, pointing an accusing finger at Thomas.

"What?"

"She said the fuck word," says Minho, finally letting you down.

"Ah, shit Y/n," Thomas mock-groans, as though you've let him down.

You laugh before jumping slightly as the Maze grinds to a close.

"Come on, it's dinner," says Thomas, tugging on your hand. "Let's get some fucking food."

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"Shuck!" you flinch a little as you hear someone yell on the inside, and you slip into the hut to see Thomas slamming his hand on the table.

The entrance is shrouded in darkness, so the Runners don't notice you standing there.

"We've still got one more section," consoles Ben. "There has to be something there."

"But what if there isn't?" asks Thomas, waving a hand at the Map. "Look at all this! If Eight is anything like every other fucking section, then we'll have nothing."

"We'll find something," says Ben calmly.

You see Minho sitting on a chair, staring blankly at nothing.

"Two years," he says, tone dead and flat. "I started this two years ago." He shakes his head, shutting his eyes. "There's just no way out."

You take in the sight before you - Thomas bracing his hands on the table, eyes on the map, Ben standing beside him, arms crossed, and Minho sitting on the chair, staring out.

Then you step forward. "There has to be a way."

Thomas jumps as you speak. "When did you-"

"If there wasn't a way out," you continue, ignoring him. "Then we wouldn't have been put here."

"Probably just be some cruel experiment," says Minho flatly.

"Maybe," you say, shrugging. "But I think we're meant to get out of here. We just need to look harder."

"You don't get-" Minho catches himself, and shakes his head. "I'm gonna tell Alby we're on the last section."

He stands to leave, and Ben follows him. "I'll go with," says Ben. "Y/n, keep an eye on Thomas for me, alright?" he sends you a comforting grin as he walks out.

"Thomas." You tug on his hand, pulling him to sit with you on the floor.

"I can't get you out," whispers Thomas, eyes teary. "We can't get anyone out."

"Okay then, so what?" You squeeze his hand. "What if you can't? If there's really no exit, then we just keep living."

"Keep living? Here? In this caged hell?" He stares at you, incredulous. "Face it, Y/n. We're all gonna die here. We'll never get out."

You bite your lip, frowning slightly.

Thomas sighs. "I'm sorry," he says. "It's just-"

"I know," you tell him. "I'm not saying we delude ourselves into a fantasy, I'm just asking you to have a little hope. Can you do that?"

"Hope?"

"Please, for me?" you widen your eyes at him, and he groans.

"Fine. I'll have some goddamn hope."

"Thank you," you smile sweetly, and he rolls his eyes.

You raise your arms up, and he pulls you into a hug.

The door swings open as Minho walks in.

"What's going on here, then," he raises an eyebrow.

"Hope," you reply. "We're havin' it."

"Come on," says Thomas, opening an arm to his friend.

Minho gives the tiniest of half-smiles, and you count it as a win.

"Alright, fine." He wraps his arms around both of you. "Love ya, you dumb shanks."

I didn't know how to end it lol. But in the end they end up in the Safe Haven (Newt lives ofc) and live happily ever after.

Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed!!

#the maze runner #platonic gladers x reader #minho x reader #newt x reader #thomas x reader #gally x reader #my writing

[bells-stories]

CHAPTER THREE IS UP RIGHT NOW?!

Here’s a snippet from Project Griever Chapter 3 on Bells Stories (Wattpad):

Tommy? Do you believe what I'm doing is right?

I don't know. I wish I could give you comfort but if you continue down this path..y/n I don't think I could stand by and watch you.

Thomas. I don't have a choice.

We all have a choice. Don't choose because she tells you too.

That's the thing Tommy. I wish it was just her but it's not...it's me...I believe it like how I believe you will stand by me no matter what......

WCKD is good.

Story: Project Griever On Wattpad

Account: Bells_Stories 🔔🧡❤️💛

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[newtslimp101]

HI!!! I'm a keen maze runner fan and a MASSIVE LBMR fan as well! which is lowbudgetmazerunner if you guys don’t know! I'm mostly going to post maze runner, LBMR, Newt, Liz and tbs BUT I do have a passion for some other shows as well so you might very well get some other content.

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[fannyspammy]

Third Row Back

Minho x Reader

Summary: Minho & y/n get freaky during a celebration (+ a little Newt x y/n tease)

Warnings: PWP, public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink (cuz y’all know Minho would have one), exhibitionism/voyeurism

A/N: writing for minho made me miss my fav sassy glader so here is smt spicy with him. also y/n is a freak. that is it.

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It was dark apart from the warm glow of the bonfire, and even that illuminated only so much. By the third row of logs, you’d barely be visible— those sitting in the front row would get all the light. Which was perfect for what Minho had planned for y/n.

Y/n sat comfortably between his legs in that convenient third row, his arms wrapped tightly around her. His fingers played with the hem of her short skirt, one she’d made herself for occasions such as this.

Minho whispered against her neck, “I love this skirt on you. You should wear it more.”

Y/n laughed. “You want me to wear this around the Glade while you’re off running around the maze all day?”

“Okay, maybe not.” He planted a kiss on her neck. “You cold, babe?” Minho asked in her ear.

Before even hearing y/n’s response he reached into a bag he’d placed behind him, pulling out a large blanket. The blanket could easily fit three under it, so it wrapped around them no problem, a good portion of it dragging onto the ground.

The first round of Gally’s brew came around, and soon all the other Gladers were drunk. Soon everyone was inebriated, & wrestling matches began in the firelight. Minho saw his opportunity.

He placed wet, open kisses on y/n’s neck, and she threw her head back to give more access. Sucking on her sweet spot, he took both breasts into his hands and massaged them gently, playing with her nipples every so often.

Y/n bit her lip to stifle her moans. “Minho, everyone is around.”

“Don’t worry babe, it’s so dark you can barely see us back here, everyone is drunk & focused on what’s happening around the fire, & you’re fully covered by the blanket.” He bit down on her skin and sucked hard.

“You thought this through, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” he smirked against the bruise that was forming where he sucked her.

Minho slid his hands down her abdomen to her core. With one hand he parted her folds to give more access to her clit, and with the other he began to stroke slowly, softly touching the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Y/n’s breath hitched at the sensation, the feel of his touch amidst the party almost overwhelming her senses.

The boy slowly dragged his finger lower, dipping slightly into her entrance. Y/n felt his cock harden against her lower back as he felt how wet she already was for him.

“Turn to me,” he commanded.

Y/n obeyed, turning her head to meet his. He enveloped her in a passionate kiss, tongues wrestling for dominance. His fingers continued their work on her clit, rubbing firmly, and y/n moaned into the kiss, doing her best to keep her volume at a minimum.

There was a lot of noise around them, with all the shouts & hollers & conversations going on, so she wouldn’t have to be fully silent.

As Minho quickened the pace y/n instinctively opened her legs, hooking them behind his calves. As his access widened, Minho brought his other hand to her soaking entrance, sliding two fingers in with little resistance. Y/n arched her back as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting her g-spot.

“Mm, Minho,” she whispered, calling his name as loudly as she could without drawing attention.

Pumping in and out of her, y/n rolled her hips lightly against his hands, creating as much friction as she could with little movement.

Y/n laid her head back against his shoulder, panting through the pleasure. She watched the boys dancing by the fire, and the groups having conversations. The thought of any of them catching the graphic scene playing in the shadows at any moment excited her, and she rolled her hips harder.

Panting through light moans, she cried his name again. “Mm, Minho.. oh- yes, yes baby, yes.”

“You’re so fucking hot babe.” Minho added a third finger and rubbed her clit harder. From there it only took about five minutes before y/n came undone. She continued her faint moans as he pleasured her through her high, the blanket beginning to slide down her shoulders.

When she finished she pulled the blanket back up with a satisfied sigh. Minho brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the juice off of them, murmuring about how he loved her taste.

Then, the crowd stood up and gathered tighter around the fire, entranced by an intense wrestling match between the latest greenie & one of the other boys. Y/n saw an opportunity.

She quickly turned herself around so she was straddling Minho, keeping the blanket covering as much as she could. As she undid the button of his pants the boy raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing babe?”

“It’s your turn,” she said simply, freeing his hard cock from his underwear. “They’re all distracted right now. But if they catch us… then they can watch.” She smirked seductively, lowering herself onto his length.

Minho groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out, and y/n wasted no time. She rode him steadily, moaning louder this time, matching the volume of the crowd. Quickening her pace, Minho grabbed her ass to support her, helping her deepen her thrusts.

“Ooh, yes baby, just like that. You ride daddy’s dick so well,” he whispered into her ear, sticking his tongue in afterwards and exploring.

“Ooh M-Minho.. oh, yes.. I love how you feel inside me,” she increased her speed again, squeezing her walls against his length. “Oh, daddy, you feel so good! Mm, I love taking your big, fat cock in my tight pussy.”

Minho began to thrust his hips into her harder, keeping one hand on her lower back and the other on the log to steady himself. He panted his words.

“Yeah? You like that? You like taking daddy’s cock like a good girl?”

The blanket was at their waists now, barely covering where their bodies became one.

“Yes! Oh, yes, daddy, yes! Yes! Yes!”

Y/n came for the second time, and Minho followed shortly after. They rode each other through their highs, calling each other’s names as they did, not even caring who heard them.

She slowly pulled herself off of Minho, a mixture of their juices spilling out of her as she turned around to sit with her back against his chest again.

They scanned the scene. The wrestling match was still going, seemingly at its own climax, and the Gladers cheered as the greenie gained dominance.

So no one saw, y/n thought to herself. She hated to admit it, but a part of her wished someone had.

Then, the fire roared stronger for just a second, and in the flash of light, a couple dozen feet away, in the third row of sitting logs, y/n saw him.

Newt sat alone, eyes closed with head thrown back, vigorously pumping his hard length, his lips parted as he moaned and panted in solitude. She couldn’t him, but she could read her name on his lips.

Y/n.

As he levelled his head his eyes opened & met hers.

She smirked at him knowingly, and then turned to kiss Minho, making sure Newt could see how her tongue slipped into his mouth. Dropping the blanket, y/n palmed Minho through his pants. Y/n continued kissing him with one eye open, only pulling away when she saw Newt finish.

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