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Story of Tonight

Warnings: weapons, tmr spoilers, cursing, violence, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Gladers x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Your chaotic order is suddenly disturbed by the arrival of the newest greenie

A/N: Welcome to book places one year event!!

Inspired by: The Story of Tonight by We the Kings

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

I may not live to see our glory

“Hey, greenie!” You called as you strolled over to the poor boy who had been whipping around, looking at the Glade in complete fear.

Alby grinned, clapping the boy on the back in a way that made him stumble forward in his already unbalanced state, “And this is Y/n.” The leader introduced while you gave a friendly wave to the boy, “And she might be the only girl here, but messing with her might be the last thing you ever do.”

You laughed, playfully shoving the boy aside, “Quit scaring the guy, Alby. You’ll make him go running off again.”

The boy's cheeks flushed at your words, “I didn’t know what was going on.” He defended weakly.

A nod of understanding came from you, “I know, I get it. We were all like that when we first got here. No matter what the other kids will tell you, not a single one of us handled it any better than you did.”

Alby began backing up with his hands in his pockets and a rare wide smile, “I’ll let n/n take it from here, but I’m serious, greenie! No flirting! If she doesn’t end you for it, I guarantee any one of the others- including myself- will!”

You scoffed and flipped him off, leaving the boy cackling as he went off to his other duties and you began steering away the new kid, who looked downright petrified.

“Don’t listen to him,” You sighed softly, “That’s just Alby being Alby. He learned over time that he had to be like that after getting the first and only girl thrown into the mix with everything.”

The boy gulped from beside you, “I wasn’t going to try and flirt-“

“I know.” You smiled kindly, bumping your shoulder with his slightly, “You don’t seem the type.”

“Have-have the others actually done things to people who’ve flirted with you?” He asked.

You grinned teasingly, “Nah, they’ve got pretty close, though.” You looked around and waved at a couple nearby boys fondly, “We’re all like a family here. And family looks out for one another, which is what they’re just trying to do.”

He nodded beside you in understanding, but then asked, “Is it normal that I don’t remember my name?”

It was so innocently asked, but his eyes were wide with fear in a way that made you chuckle slightly and swing an arm around his shoulder, “It’s your first day, greenie. You’ll remember eventually, I promise.”

You continued showing the boy around, something that had quickly become your second job around here after Alby and Newt figured out that you had more of a welcoming personality than any of the others. That alone quickly made you climb up to almost third in command around the Glade, a job often playfully fought over between you and Minho.

“What is this place?”

You faltered in your steps. After so many times of showing new greenies around, you had become used to the recurring question, but that didn’t mean it was any easier for you to talk about each time.

With a clearing of your throat, you turned to look at the small cemetery that had been set up, “These are places to rest for those we’ve lost.” It was an answer that you had been able to generate over time.

“Oh,” He breathed out, dropping his head slightly as if saddened by the loss of those he hadn’t even known, surprising you slightly. You decided that you liked this boy, “Are there many of them?”

“I believe that every loss is a great one,” You said, “So, to me, yes. But to others,” You shrugged, “Maybe not.”

“I think it is.” He whispered.

You smiled softly at his words and gently began steering him away, “I’m glad you think so.”

“But… do they die often?” The nervousness in his tone hinted at what he was trying to insinuate with the question.

“You’re going to be fine,” You reassured him, “If so many of us have made it this far, then you have lots of good people to look out for you.”

But I will gladly join the fight

“New greenie today?” Minho asked, chest still heaving up and down slightly as he leaned his forearms against the table in the map room.

You hummed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall, resting your head against it, “Just left him to Chuck.”

The boy grinned, “Poor kid, Chuky’ll talk his ear off.”

A small laugh left your lips, “I don’t know, the new guy asks a million questions, I think Chuck’ll be the one getting fed up.”

“Hey, sorry we’re late.” Newt's british accent rang out through the room as he and Alby stepped through the door, closing it securely behind them.

“Any new progress?” Alby got straight to business, standing over the table with cross arms.

Minho shook his head, expression dropping from the relaxed, joking one he held as the two of you conversed only seconds ago.

The leader sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “We lessen our odds of getting out of here every day that passes.” He admitted in a small whisper.

You and the other two boys exchanged a worried look, he almost never talked like that- not in front of others at least- he liked to keep hope held up for as long as he could.

With a sympathetic smile, you walked over and clapped the boy on the shoulder, making him peek over his hands to look at you.

“Take a break, Alby,” You said softly, “Relax for the rest of the night, we have the greenie bonfire still. Enjoy it.”

He reached up and placed his hand over yours, squeezing it appreciatively before nodding once to the other two and slipping out.

“Here, I’ll clean this stuff up, guys.” You picked up the papers Minho had been drawing on to showcase the map of the trails he had just run, “Save me a plate of Fry's food, will you?”

“You got it,” Minho mockingly saluted before exiting with an amused Newt right on his heels.

As soon as the door softly shut behind him, you dropped all the belongings with a tired sigh, letting your head fall into your hands.

You had to try to keep a brave face on for them- for everyone. Because even though Alby and Newt outranked you, you felt as though you were responsible for keeping their hope alive- all of the gladers hope.

You would never admit it out loud to anyone, but you had lost hope a long time ago that you were all going to get out of there. But you would fight- you would keep fighting until you had nothing left in you if only to try and give the others a chance of getting out of this place.

And when our children tell our story

“Smile, greenie,” You joked, swinging your arm around the new kids shoulders, “We’re here to celebrate you tonight.”

The boy looked over at you hesitantly, “I’m not so sure I like that idea.”

You threw your head back with a laugh, leading him towards the festivities centered around the large bonfire, “I like you, greenie, you’ve got a humor on you.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny…” He mumbled, slowly taking the glass you held out for him, “What’s this?”

You shrugged, taking a sip out of your own glass, “Gallys famous Moonshine.”

He stared down at it suspiciously, “But what’s in it?” Clearly he had met the creator of the drink already, or he most likely wouldn’t be having this much problems with it.

Your grin only widened, “That’s the thing, nobody knows. He won’t tell us.”

Hesitantly, after watching you take another swig of the mystery drink, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a slip. Less than a second later, he was bent over, sputtering and coughing.

Newt strode by just in time to see that, and laughed loudly while clapping the greenie on the back, “You get used to it after a while.” He promised with a snicker.

The boy grimaced, “I don’t know if I want to.”

“Ah, so this is the famed new greenie I’ve heard so much about,” Minho then came over, wearing a grin you knew meant he was in the mood to mess with the new boy, “Gunning to be a runner on your first day, are ya?”

A blush crept up onto his cheeks and he quickly shook his head. This caused you to scowl at Minho and swing an arm around the boy's shoulders, “Don’t listen to him, he’s just trying to get you all worked up.”

You and the other two laughed slightly while the greenie just stood there, looking uncomfortable.

Noticing this, you shifted the conversation and glanced around, “Where’s Alby?” You frowned slightly.

Newt glanced back towards the Homestead, “Already retired for the night, poor bloke could barely keep his eyes open.”

Your lips twitched into a slight frown at the news, but quickly replaced it with a wide grin when you noticed the others watching you, “Good, he deserves to get some rest.”

With that, your small group slowly dispersed, you and Minho plopping down onto some nearby logs and chatting while Newt led the greenie away to show him around a bit.

Shortly after, your attention was pulled from the boy beside you and towards where a group of gladers were huddled near the fire, cheering in a way you knew could only mean that there was a fight.

Letting loose a small sigh from your nose, you pushed yourself to your feet, ready to break up the brawl.

You surged through the crowd, the couple boys that saw you moving out of your way, already knowing that you would be mad at them for encouraging it in the first place, and wisely decided on not making it worse for themselves.

A surprising surge of anger coursed through you when you reached the front and came face to face with the sight of Gallys stupid smirk as he advanced on the greenie, who stumbled backwards in fear.

You barely knew the boy, but you already really liked him.

“Hey!” You called, marching forward and shoving Gally backwards by the chest.

Gallys eyes widened and he didn’t resist your push, everyone all around quieting as well, watching the scene before them unfold.

“Alright, ya shanks!” Minho's voice boomed behind you, “Show’s over!” Normally he didn’t get involved with the fights, but he must have followed you.

Slowly, the crowd disbanded and spread out, giving you some space, muttering amongst themselves all the while.

You turned to the boy, “Are you alright, greenie?”

“Thomas.” He mumbled, looking slightly disoriented.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“My name- it’s Thomas.” His eyes finally lifted to meet yours.

You shot him a small, amused grin, “Funny time to remember something like that.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Thomas mumbled, shuffling his feet.

With that, you rounded on your heel to face Gally, who was being blocked from running away by Minho, who stood like a solid wall in front of him with his arms crossed.

“And you,” You seethed, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I-he-“ Gally sputtered out.

You held a hand up to silence him, “Actually, I don’t want to hear it.”

Minho let out a low whistle of amusement once Gally scampered off, “Damn, greenie, some first day you’re having.”

“Tell me about it,” Thomas muttered.

You forced yourself to let out a laugh, trying to make it sound as real as you could.

They'll tell the story of tonight

Your lips were pulled into a thin, grim line as you stood over Ben with crossed arms, your ears long since having begun ringing from his screams.

He was going through the changing and you and the others could do nothing but painfully sit around and wait for it to be completed.

Alby sat in a chair to the other side of the bed, head resting in his hands as his forehead creased with worry and contemplation.

It was beginning to get to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to get out of that room.

You turned on your heel and quickly exited, feeling a bit guilty for the sigh of relief that slipped past your lips, even though the noise of his screams were only muffled the tiniest bit through the thin door.

“Y/n.”

Subconsciously, you started with slight surprise at the sudden voice to your left, and your head whipped to the side to face Gally, who almost looked as if he had been waiting for you.

You scowled slightly, still upset with him about what happened with Thomas the night before.

“What do you want, you shank?” You grumbled, already beginning to stomp down the stairs to leave the Homestead.

“I don’t trust him.” He kept up with your quick pace with ease.

The bluntness of his tone paired with the suddenness of his words made you falter in your step slightly and you shot him a sideways gaze, “Who?” Your curiosity got the better of you.

“Thomas.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and quickening your steps in hopes of getting away from the boy.

A gentle hand grabbed your arm and pulled you to a stop. You were forced to look into Gallys eyes that held such seriousness and urgency that you didn’t even try to wretch your arm from his grip, “I saw him during the changing. I don’t know how or why, but I don’t trust him.”

“You saw him?” You hesitated.

He nodded his head, “Clear as day.”

You swallowed thickly, averting your eyes to the other side of the Glade, where Newt was showing Thomas the ropes of everything.

“Thanks for letting me know,” Was the only thing you said before slipping away.

Let's have another round tonight

She’s the last one. Ever.

Of course, you should have known. The first time there’s ever another girl in the Glade, she comes with an ominous note that shoots fear through everyone’s hearts, including your own.

Your first thought was if she was the last greenie to come up, then would the Box itself never come up again either? Would you be able to still get supplies?

The girl was quick to pass out almost as quickly as she had woken up, and you could tell right away that Thomas seemed off, as if her arrival had triggered something from within him.

Unconsciously, your mind drifted to Gallys words from earlier, the ones about seeing Thomas while he was going through the changing. Maybe this as connected to it.

You hadn’t questioned it though, or voiced your opinions, too busy working with Newt to keep everyone’s panic at bay, even when your own was rising more and more by the second.

Alby looked at you, and you picked up on a hint of duress that only those closest to him would be able to see. It was never a good sign when the leader of the Glade was worried and practically showing it.

Let's have another round tonight

A loud scream pierced through the air, immediately ripping your attention away from Newt, who was talking in front of you, and your head snapped over to the source of the noise so fast that you could have sworn you almost got whiplash.

Without a second thought, you took off as fast as your legs would carry you into the general direction, eyes zoning in on where Thomas was making a beeline out of the trees, seemingly aimlessly.

Right on his heels was Ben, who you were certain was still supposed to be on bed rest. The boy was chasing after the greenie with a murderous glint in his eyes that made your stomach churn.

Gladers all around quickly gathered close to the two boys, watching with parted lips and eyes wide with shock as Ben tackled Thomas to the ground.

“Hey-“ You yelled, moving to dove forward and push him off the boy, only for another hand to hold you back.

Your head whipped around to where Newt was shaking his head, nodding in the direction of Alby, who wore a deadly calm look and held a bow that was pointed directly at Ben’s head.

“Get off of him, Ben,” Alby demanded authoritatively.

The boy made sounds of protest, refusing to release him.

Your eyes worriedly flickered down to where Thomas lay, staring up in horror as he used all his strength to try and keep the crazed boy at bay.

“This is your last warning.”

Newts hand was still gently but firmly placed around yours to keep you from impulsively interfering and possibly getting hurt.

Ben let out a scream, arm reeling back with a sharp object grasped tightly in his fist, as if to stab Thomas, but was swiftly thrown off the boy by the force of an arrow hitting him in the side of his face.

Thomas immediately scampered up, stumbling away from the boy. Only then did Newt let go of you, and you quickly rushed to him while a bunch of the Gladers moved to secure Ben.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked anxiously, eyes traveling over his face for any sign of damage.

He huffed out a large breath of air, muscles still tense from the chase, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

Dusk quickly approached after that, seconds ticking by until the Keepers were to get together to push Ben into the maze just in time for the doors to close. Locking him in there for the night.

You knew he deserved it- he tried to murder Thomas- but in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to go and watch.

It was honestly sick, pushing a kid to his death, even after he tried to take another’s life.

Let's have another round tonight

It was one bad thing right after the next.

You felt like you barely ever had time to breathe, tragedy just kept striking again and again.

Now, you paced back and forth at the west door entrance of the maze that Minho and Alby were supposed to come back through hours ago. The two of them went out to explore a dead grievers body that the runner had supposedly seen, and had not been back since.

Every couple of seconds, you would glance up at the ever setting sun and your heart would just sink lower and lower into your chest.

You had resorted to worriedly biting on your thumb nail, ignoring the way all the Gladers around you were muttering amongst themselves in their own panic.

“They’ll be alright.”

Though you knew the british boy was trying to comfort you, the slight waver in his tone at the end of his sentence gave him away to only putting his confidence on for show.

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to manage a nod, urgency and worry eating up inside of you. It was getting so bad that it felt as if your chest was contracting.

You didn’t know what to do.

All of a sudden, two figures emerged from around the corner. Well, one figure was stumbling while dragging another limp figure at their side.

Minho was dragging Alby along.

Minho was dragging Alby along, and the doors were beginning to shut.

Your mouth went dry and your throat began closing up.

“Come on!”

“Hurry!”

“Leave him!”

“Run, Minho, run!”

Desperate cries broke out from all around you as everyone tried to urge the pair on. But you already knew, somewhere deep down, that there was no chance of them making it.

They were too far away and the doors were closing far too quickly.

From the corner of your eye, you barely even registered Thomas’s body moving forward until it was too late. Until Newt's arm was hanging uselessly to the side after trying to grab the boy and yank him back.

Until Thomas had slipped through the maze doors just in time for them to close with a deafening thud.

Raise our glass to freedom

Not once during any of the hours of the night had you moved from your spot.

Your feet were planted firmly into the ground right in the very center of the west door and that’s where they stayed. Your eyes didn’t close for longer than the occasional blink, and you wordlessly waved away any of your worried friends who had tried to coax you to bed.

Nothing could have moved you from that spot. Not when three of your closest friends were trapped in the horrid maze for the night.

Somewhere deep down, you knew that no matter what you did, no matter how long you waited, nothing would bring them back. It was impossible to survive a night in the maze.

“Love,” Though you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, you didn’t tear your eyes away from the bland concrete in front of you, “The doors are gonna open soon, and I don’t think we should be here when they do.”

You knew he was just trying to spare you the heartbreak of the doors opening without any one of them being there, but you couldn’t will yourself away.

“I can’t,” Your voice was slightly hoarse from non use.

“Y/n…” Chuck was there too, the poor boy was also worried about you, “Fry said we can go get some breakfast from him before any of the others get up. That means we get first dibs on everything.”

Your feet remained firmly planted on the ground.

The all too familiar groan of the doors easing open drew more Gladers near, no other sound but the quiet murmurs that slipped past their lips.

You knew that the emptiness waiting for you would be too much to bear, but you couldn’t will your feet to move, to pull you away from the scene that would leave you devastated.

But as the doors inched open, you sucked in a sharp breath and you felt as if your heart froze.

There stood Alby, Minho, and Thomas.

All very much alive- despite the fact that Alby looked seconds away from passing out.

A sob escaped from the back of your throat and you threw yourself forward before any of the other Gladers even reacted, hugging the closest of the boys, which just so happened to be Minho.

Despite being the one to be trapped in the maze all night, Minho caught you with ease and hugged you back with a tightness that you could only assume meant he needed it just as much as you did.

“Come on,” You pulled away after a moment once Newt started speaking, “Let’s get you to the med-jacks. Then we can talk about how the bloody hell you shanks managed to survive.”

Something they can never take away

“Heya, greenie.” You grinned, striding over to the slammer.

Thomas peaked his head towards one of the openings, “Hey,” He replied back.

“I come bearing good news,” You began rifling through your pocket to pull out a key, which you slotted into the lock on the jail door and turned, letting it fall open, “You’re free to go.”

Thomas quickly scrambled out, letting loose a breath of relief, making you chuckle slightly.

“Here,” You handed him a plate of lunch you had been carrying for him, “Eat it on the way, Alby wants to talk to you.”

A mixture of surprise and relief flooded onto the boy's face, “He’s awake?”

You nodded, “The first thing he did was demand that he talked to you. Alone.”

A bit of nervousness grew on his face as the two of you walked side by side towards the Homestead, “Any idea what it’s about?”

You shook your head, “Nah… but, hey, I’ll be right outside the room if you need anything, alright?”

He nodded, shooting you a grateful smile as you arrived at the room Alby was in before he carefully crept in and closed the door behind him.

You did as promised, leaning across the wall opposite to the door as you waited for Thomas to emerge from the room again, only to be alerted a couple moments later by the sound of struggling coming from within the room.

Quickly, you burst in to see what all the ruckus was about, only to find Newt- who was surprisingly in the room as well- restraining Albys hands and Thomas backing away, eyes wide with fright. Alby himself was sputtering and seemingly trying to regain control of his breathing.

He turned his head to face you and Newt, who were now standing side by side, “Be careful with the girl, and protect the maps.” Was all he told you before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

You knew he was talking about the strange girl that arrived the other day, but his directions were eerie to you. And sudden. You didn’t know what was happening- you were no doubt missing some pieces to the story- but you were beginning to freak out.

No matter what they tell you

No, no, no, no-

This couldn’t be happening. You must have been dreaming.

But as you whipped around in circles with your head tilted back to stare with wide, unbelieving eyes, you knew that it was true, if only by the similar reactions from the other Gladers.

The sky was gray and the sun had disappeared.

Scientifically, you knew this wasn’t possible. But you also knew that scientifically, having no sun meant no crops could grow- the things keeping you all alive. So you figured that the reality of the situation was more important than how it actually came to be.

First the girl. Then the note saying the box would bring anymore supplies. Ben going insane. Then Thomas, Alby, and Minho getting trapped in the maze. And Albys weird instructions-

Sure, being stuck, helpless, in the Glade was never ideal to begin with, but you all made due. There was order to all of the chaos, but it seemed like ever since Thomas’s arrival, everything had come tumbling down, crushing you in the process.

It was all too much. You could hardly breathe.

But you couldn’t worry about that at the moment, not when so many of the Gladers were thrown into a panic that only you and the few others in charge could even have a small hope of curing.

“Hey! Alright, listen up!” Your voice boomed over the open space, effectively gaining the attention of everyone around and silencing them, “Until we know what’s going on, everyone head to the Homestead.”

Only a few quiet murmurs escaped from the lips of all the boys, but they all did as you said without question, trusting you.

All you could do was hope that their trust wasn’t misplaced.

“Y/n,” Newt came up beside you, “We have a problem.”

“You don’t say.” You deadpanned.

The blond boy shook his head, “It’s not just the sky… the doors to the maze aren’t closing… nothing's happening.”

Your throat tightened, “What the hell do you mean?”

He gestured towards the entrances, “They should have closed by now.”

Your eyes widened and you glanced towards a couple of stragglers nearby who were yet to make it into the Homestead.

“Come on, people! Move it!” You snapped, worry seeping into your tone.

They exchanged glances, but didn’t question it, just doing as you said and changing their paces to a small jog.

Once you and Newt did a sweep to make sure that nobody was left outside, you yourselves went in and assisted in barricading all of the doors and windows to hopefully keep the horrible grievers out.

Raise our glass to the four of us

“The grievers will kill one of us each night until all of us are dead!”

As if the crazed- slightly animalistic- look in his eyes weren’t enough to make you uneasy, his words threw you as well as everyone else within the Homestead into a full on panic.

Gally had burst in with disheveled hair and clothes to announce that to all of you, but you honestly had no idea how he knew or why he was telling everyone, he knew well enough that it would just shoot fear into everyone’s hearts.

Before anyone could so much as speak, the boy had already flung himself across the room just as one of the grievers that had been trying to penetrate the place broke in.

A shrill scream left your lips along with others as you all stumbled backwards.

But instead of charging at the rest of you, the griever followed along with Gallys words and simply disappeared after he had taken the boy.

A sob raked through your body when the boy who you never considered a friend nor foe disappeared along with the creatures into the night.

Thomas pulled you into a sideways hug, his chest falling up and down rapidly as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

“They’re gonna come for one of us each night,” You muttered, finally comprehending the server weight of that fact.

“The maps!” Alby burst out suddenly, leaping ungraciously to his feet and sprinting out of the room before any of you could so much as blink at his words.

Tomorrow there'll be more of us

“What the hell are you doing?” You cried, rushing towards the map room where Alby stood, torch in hand.

He released it, feeding it to the ever growing fire.

You received no response in return, it was silent as you stared at him with betrayal-filled eyes. He was destroying years of research- possibly the only chance any of you ever had of getting out of this place.

Minho came to a stop beside you, mouth slightly agape as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing- you barely could either.

“No!” You snapped out of your trance and lunged forward, as if to dive into the flames and save the maps.

“Hey, hey-“ Minho quickly caught you around the waist and pulled you back, “It’s alright, it’s alright.”

“Does this look alright to you?” Newt snapped, he and Thomas finally having made their way over to the three of you.

“I already moved the maps,” Minho explained calmly, “They’re safe.”

For the first time that day, you sagged in relief and quit fighting against your friends hold.

Telling the story of tonight

It was a code.

Of course it was, how could you have been so stupid to not notice before?

The girl- Teresa- had proven to be helpful after you let her out of the slammer and she was able to decipher the maps as different codes when all put together.

All you needed to figure out was how to use them.

“I can’t believe it,” You ranted excitedly to Newt, “After all this time, the answers have been right in front of us.”

The boy smiled softly when he heard something in your voice that he hadn’t heard in years.

Hope. Genuine hope.

As much as you had tried to fool the others that you still believed in your chances of getting out of there, he never fell for it. Not once.

“Y/n! Newt!” Minho was breathless as he came running over to the two of you, falling forwards with his hands on his knees when he reached you.

“What is it?” You noticed the worried look on his face.

“Thomas- the shucking idiot- he got stung by a griever. On purpose.”

Your heart stopped.

“What?”

As fast as you could, you sprinted to the Homestead, throwing open the door and crowding the bed that Thomas laid on.

Almost as if waiting for your arrival, his eyes fluttered open when you came to a stop in front of him.

“I have a plan.” Were the first words he uttered.

The story of tonight

It was a miracle that the Keepers- that anybody- had agreed to the reckless- and undoubtedly stupid- plan, and you honestly had no idea how Thomas did it. But now, you, and the rest of the Gladers that decided against staying, were gearing up with weapons to storm the maze and make your escape.

Minho shot you an encouraging smile- the best one he could muster- as he handed you a makeshift spear to defend yourself and others.

You tuned everything out as Thomas went over the plan once again with everyone, but you already had it down. All you had to do was keep telling yourself that it was achievable- that it was actually happening. That you weren’t just dreaming. That there was actually a chance of getting out of this place.

So when everyone charged forward with a loud battle cry, you joined in with them, falling into step with Minho and Thomas, who were leading the way through the maze.

At every twist and turn, there was a new griever lurking about, deadly weapons at the ready and deafening shrieks going.

You lost track quickly of how many of them you had stabbed, how many had tried swiping at you, only for you to duck at the last moment.

“Come on!” Thomas shouted above the chaos, rushing over and grabbing your wrist to drag you over to the edge of the cliff as the other Gladers held the beasts off.

Your wide eyes snapped over to him, “What? This wasn’t part of the plan-“

“I need you down there.” There was a sort of urgency in his voice as he spoke, and it reflected through his eyes as well, “Please, I can’t do this without you.”

You hesitated before slowly nodding. You came to the realization that you were the first person in the glade to show him kindness, and even if you only knew each other for a short amount of time, you were close friends. And he needed you, so you would be there for him.

“I’ll go first.” He called, giving you one last nod before jumping off the edge of the cliff, disappearing right where he said he would.

Your eyes flitted back to Newt and Minho, both of the boys sending your hurried nods to tell you to go along, that they would be alright and would keep everyone else safe.

So with that, you followed after Thomas, jumping off the cliff and into the abyss.

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 3 months

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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

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theodorelore · 10 months

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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:)

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥

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.

———

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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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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Hello can I request a yandere platonic

Newt Scamander and Theseus Scamander with hog warts reader who is in 5 year if you don’t mind

Fifth Year

AO3

Pairings: Platonic Yandere! Scamander Brothers X gn! Reader

Summary: Their reaction to your fifth year.

Warnings: Yandere, obsessive, possessive, controlling

The Scamander brothers, whom you met by chance, have never left you alone. They always took care of you and always protected you. You were like a little sibling they never had. So when you're in your fifth year, they give you extra private lessons. They both want you to thoroughly understand what they're particularly good at.

Sometimes you hear them arguing among themselves. They try not to decide what is best for you. As much as Theseus loves his brother, he wants to be extremely responsible and in control when it comes to you. But no matter how soft and agreeable Newt is, when it comes to you, he can get angry enough to want to punch his brother in the face. He wants him to leave you alone, he can see that you're under enough pressure.

You work hard everyday. O.W.L exam puts a lot of pressure on you. While Newt encourages you, Theseus scares you a little. He cares about you too much, not because he's being critical about how successful you are. He just wants you to have a good future, but he doesn't know how much pressure he's putting you under.

You becoming one of the Prefects for your house makes Theseus extremely happy and proud. You're happy too... At least for making him proud. You have extra authority and responsibilities now. Perfect. Newt is not that happy, he prefers you to be comfortable.

Newt always checks on you and asks how you're feeling. When he sees or feels you're bored, he takes a break and does things to cheer you up. He's the sympathetic brother. But Theseus is a little firm about it. He wants you to focus on him until he's done. He's the boring brother.

Your days are busy. While you're trying to be successful, you try to fulfill the duties that are placed on you. You keep going in silence for a while, but of course there are a breaking point.

Eventually you snap at Theseus. Why does everything have to be so good, why do you have to work so hard to be successful, they weren't your real brothers, why didn't they just leave you alone? why can't you just go...

You break his heart. But he knows you didn't mean it. After all, they're the only family you have. And you were just tired, weren't you? Newt approaches from behind and holds your arms. Of course, he heard you too. You turn your head to look at his sad face.

Theseus doesn't want you to see him as an overbearing, oppressive brother. It deeply hurts him to see too late your state of mind which Newt was aware of from the start. When he looks at your tear-filled face, his heart aches. He regrets not listening to his brother.

When you start crying they both apologize and hug you. Between your sobs, you say you feel so stressed and unhappy. They promise again that they will always be there for you. They love you no matter what.

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spideyharrington · 23 days

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i haven’t been in here in so long but what if i came back and started taking requests for fics again… and what if i turned on the tips option… or made a kofi?.. maybe i’ll do x reader fics but also fics with original characters? maybe character x character? maybe some cute platonic stobin fics?

people can also ask me to write for specific characters i haven’t already done and i could let you know whether or not i know who they are and think i could write for them? :)

ik i’m a good writer and i can write very vivid scenery etc. i just have to get back into it !

#fantastic beasts #newt scamander #theseus scamander #steve harrington #platonic stobin #robin buckley #peter parker #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #peter parker x reader #theseus scamander x reader #newt scamander x reader #fic requests #stranger things #spider-man

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freedomforthewin · 7 months

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Desperate Measures (Scamander Brothers X Muggle Reader)

Content Warnings: Themes of suicidal temptation, narcissistic abuse, C-PTSD, attempted abduction, PTSD, and betrayal. There’s also emotional distress, and a knife is present. Ableism and biphobia are mentioned.

Note 1: Some numbers and resources are noted at the bottom of this story post.

Note 2: If you like this story, please like, reblog, or comment on this story. Doing that really helps writers out. Plus, this was a really difficult story to write, and I worked extra hard on it, haha.

You slowly walked over to the knife holder on the kitchen counter, as if you were in a trance, and grabbed a knife. You stared at the knife in your hand.

Everything was too much. Your entire being was consumed with so much stress and pain. And it had been that way for too long. You couldn’t do this anymore.

There was no other way out.

But—you just remembered—your friends—Newt and Theseus—they would not be okay with this. Doing this would devastate them. They had always genuinely cared about you.

And you had worked too hard to die now. It was taking a while for you to get better and work towards building the life you wanted, but you were farther along than you were before.

But, you needed a way out. You needed this pain and stress to stop. You didn’t want to be stuck with the trauma anymore. And, you wanted to finally be safe. What could you do???

You felt trapped.

Tears started to fill your eyes. Your grip on the knife tightened and shook; then it relaxed. You moved the knife to the side. You stared at it for a few seconds. Then, you put your elbows on the counter, lowered your head into your hands, curled into yourself, and started to cry.

Soon after, footsteps came towards the kitchen, but your overwhelm prevented you from hearing them. The footsteps paused upon the scene, and there was a brief silence.

“(Y/N)?” you heard a voice call softly from behind you. Newt’s voice.

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t raise your head.

No. He had caught you.

You didn’t know what to do, what to say. You didn’t have the energy for this, so you just stayed as you were.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?”

You still didn’t answer. Newt walked till he was standing to your right. He placed his hand on your shoulder, gazing at you with concern.

Then, he noticed the knife to the right side. When he realized what you were trying to do, he let out a small gasp. His green eyes turned to the knife holder in front of you.

He kept his hand on your shoulder and used his other hand to move the knife and then the knife holder farther to the right, away from you. He stared at them. Then, he looked back at you, scared.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

You tried to hold back sobs.

He was worried. He knew you had been going through a hard time, but he had never seen you like this. He thought about the knife he had just pushed away from you.

“Please show me your wrists.”

You didn’t move. You didn’t want him to see you cry, even if he was one of your closest friends. You didn’t feel comfortable crying in front of anyone. It was too late, in a way, though. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were crying, but that didn’t mean you had to show your face.

“I need to make sure you’re not injured,” Newt clarified.

You still didn’t speak. You didn’t trust your voice to sound normal.

“Okay,” he said cautiously, “I’m just going to pull your sleeves down and check.” You kept your head in your hands. Newt carefully pulled your sleeves down and tried to look for injuries, walking around you to continue checking your arms from other angles without pulling your arms away from your head. He didn’t find anything concerning.

“Alright. Your arms seem fine. Did you cut yourself somewhere else?”

You shook your head, no.

“Did you—stab yourself?”

You shook your head again. Then, you gave up on not speaking.

“Al—almost,” you said in a thick voice.

He was quiet for a few moments.

“Why—why would you do that?”

You didn’t answer at first. He waited for you.

“It’s all too much,” you finally said hoarsely.

“Alright. Can you—can you tell me more?” he asked, trying to stay calm.

Your head turned towards him, a desperate look in your eyes. He saw the tear streaks and pained expression on your face. Newt’s heart broke.

“I believe you,” he said. “I know you’ve been going through a hard time. I do. Just, just talk to me. Take your time, it’s alright. Just tell me whatever you can. In case there are things going on that I’m not aware of. I’ll—I’ll do my best to help you.”

Just then, Theseus, who had come over earlier that day to spend time with you and Newt, walked into the room while adjusting his gray suit. He stopped when he noticed the sight in front of him. “What—what’s going on?” Theseus asked, concerned. You and Newt looked at each other, unsure of what to say. You snapped your eyes shut and lowered your head while pursing your lips together. Newt worriedly placed his hand on your shoulder. He then glanced downwards before turning his head towards his brother.

“She—she almost killed herself,” Newt answered.

Theseus just stood there as the realization of what Newt said hit him.

“What?” Theseus asked, shocked.

Newt let out a breath before speaking.

“She tried to—she was going to—she almost—she almost stabbed herself.”

Theseus stood still for a few moments before making his way over to you both. His ocean blue eyes gazed at the knife that was away from you and Newt. Then, he turned back towards you and caressed your arm.

“Please talk to us,” Theseus said quietly.

“We’re here for you,” Newt added tenderly.

You were overwhelmed, making it hard for you to speak, but they waited patiently for you.

“These memories,” you started, your voice hoarse. “These thoughts. These feelings. They don’t go away for good. And they can get so…intense.”

“What are you remembering?” Theseus asked gently but worriedly.

“The abuse.”

Your friends looked at you, sadly.

“It was really bad,” you whispered.

“I believe you,” Newt reassured you.

“So do I,” Theseus agreed.

Your mouth curled into a hint of a smile, a pained but grateful look in your eyes. You tilted your head towards them in a slight nod, which they returned.

You were silent for a few moments. Then you continued, “They were ableist, too. And biphobic. Even though I was their daughter and a part of those minority groups. Didn’t matter. I was their daughter, and they didn’t care…they didn’t care.”

Both of the Scamander brothers’ faces fell at your words.

“They treated me so…” you trailed off and sighed hopelessly.

Your friends gazed downwards morosely. The three of you went silent.

Then, you asked, “Do you remember what they and the others did to me after I escaped?”

“Yes. I remember,” Theseus said solemnly as Newt nodded. You looked at Theseus, a tortured expression on your face.

“They terrorized me,” you nearly whispered. “But they did it subtly and manipulatively, under the guise of caring. If anyone read or listened to the messages, or listened to those monsters try to justify their actions, without being very familiar with how manipulation works and the different ways it can be done, they’d fall for the manipulation and not believe me.”

“I’m sorry,” Theseus said sadly. He was quiet for a few moments. “But it’s good that you don’t have contact with them now. You’re safe now.”

“For how long?” you asked hopelessly. “They haven’t stayed away for good.

“They kept trying to contact me. And they and the others who decided to get involved kept trying to get me to reveal my location, as well as trick me into letting them abduct me. And…” you trailed off as the tears fell down your face.

Theseus went up to you and engulfed you in his arms. Your arms wrapped around him tightly. He held you and rocked you side to side as you cried in his arms.

You, like Newt, weren’t typically a hugger. But, Theseus’s hugs were different: They actually felt comfortable to you. Newt watched the two of you sadly. Then, he took his wand, turned towards the knife and knife holder, and vanished them. He stared at the space the weapons had been in, breathing heavily.

He had almost lost you.

“You’re safe now,” Theseus said to you soothingly. “You’re safe now.”

Newt turned back towards his friend and older brother. Newt placed his hand on your shaking shoulder. After a few seconds, he began to rub your shoulder.

“They can’t do this to you anymore,” Newt murmured. “They’re not here. You’re away from them, and you don’t have contact with them. You’re safe now.”

They went quiet and comforted you as you cried.

“Why don’t we take her to the couch,” Newt quietly suggested after a little bit, motioning towards the yellow couch in the living room with his head.

Theseus nodded.

The three of you made your way over to the couch, Theseus keeping his arm around you the entire way there. You sat in the middle of the couch, Newt sat to your right, and Theseus sat to your left. They rubbed your arms, trying to console you. Neither of you said a word. After a bit, you finally spoke.

“Sometimes I have to remind myself where I am. That I’m not there anymore. That I’m away.”

“Yes, that’s right. You’re not there anymore,” Newt said. “They don’t know where you are. They and the others who got involved can’t try to take you back again.”

“They already tried multiple times,” you said despondently.

“I know. I know, and I’m so sorry.” Newt was silent for a few moments.

“They did that and they did so much to try to get me to reveal where I am.”

“We’re not going to let them take you or do anything to you,” Theseus stated. “And you’ll do a good job of protecting yourself, too. You already have.”

“Yeah,” Newt reassured you. “You made very smart decisions to keep yourself hidden, and you have been continuing to make smart decisions.”

“Exactly,” Theseus agreed.

You took a deep breath and nodded.

They were quiet for some time.

“I knew that me escaping and cutting them off would lead to me getting betrayed and losing people, but it’s still hard,” you muttered. “Why do I mean so little to all of them?”

Theseus placed his hand on your arm.

“Because they’re not meant to be in your life,” he replied.

“He’s right,” Newt agreed. “But—we believe you. We care.”

“Yes,” Theseus affirmed. “We do. We know you’ve suffered. We know you deserved better.”

“And we know they’re very manipulative,” Newt said. “We read and listened to the messages you showed us they sent you. Something is seriously wrong with them.”

You shook your head up and down, so thankful your friends saw your abusers for what your abusers were.

“They’re narcissistic abusers,” you said. “They won’t change no matter what they say. If they wanted to change, they would have tried a long time ago. My suffering because of them would have been enough to get them to change. But it wasn’t. They only tried to ‘change’ after I left, when they got affected. When they lost control of me, and when me escaping put their reputation at risk. None of their words and actions are genuine. They don’t care about me.”

“I’m sorry,” Newt whispered.

“We do though,” Theseus replied. “Care, I mean. We care.”

“We’re your friends,” Newt said gingerly. “We love you.”

“You’re not alone.”

You smiled at them.

“And you have a…therapist, as you muggles call them,” Theseus added. “She can help you. Is it working out with her?”

“Yes. I like her. There’s just…so much.”

Theseus nodded sympathetically.

“(Y/N),” Newt suddenly said. You looked at him.

“You were going to kill yourself, but you stopped. What got you to stop?”

You were quiet at first.

“I’ve worked too hard to give up now,” you finally said.

Newt and Theseus gave you small smiles and nodded. You gave them a small smile back.

“But, I also remembered both of you,” you replied awkwardly, motioning to Theseus and him. “This would hurt you, both. I couldn’t do that to you. Both of you genuinely care about me. You always have.”

Your friends looked at you morosely. Then, they both leaned in and laid their heads against yours. You closed your eyes. The three of you sat like that for some time in silence.

“Why don’t we take you to get some help,” Theseus suggested quietly, his head still against yours. Then, he sat up and looked at you; Newt did the same.

You looked away, a slightly anxious expression on your face.

You had never checked yourself in for a mental health emergency before. The idea of it made you feel nervous, but, you supposed, not as nervous as you thought you’d be if you had to do this without your friends’ support.

And, this really was an emergency though, wasn’t it? You had almost killed yourself.

You felt someone take your hand. You looked to see who it was.

Newt.

“You’re worth it,” he said. At those words, your eyes held their gaze towards him. “You’re worth it.”

You smiled gratefully at him. Then, you took a few deep breaths before you looked at Theseus and nodded.

“Okay,” you said, accepting the offer of help.

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dinofromspac3 · 10 months

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Rules for Requests

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I do not write smut, but I will write spice

please request through asks

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leave as much or as little detail as you like, but fair warning if you leave so much detail that you’ve practically written it for me, I will be less likely to write it.

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Thank you<3

Who I write for:

Fem/GN readers

Doctor Who:

Clara Oswald x Reader

Rose Tyler x Reader

Martha Jones x Reader

Donna Noble x Reader

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The Doctor x Reader (platonic only because there’s not enough of these and there’s plenty of romantic fics out there)

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If you think of any others just ask

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Again, if there’s any not listed, just ask.

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Frodo Baggins x Reader

Samwise Gamgee x Reader

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Aragorn x Reader

Eowyn x Reader

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Padme Amidala x Reader

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(Sorry I’ve only seen the prequels)

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enemymarkus · 2 years

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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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kywaslost · 1 year

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Hello! Could I request headcanons about what it's like to be best friends with Newt Scamander? Gn reader, thank you!

Being Friends With Newt Scamander

A/N: Hi!! Hope this turned out alright!!

It’s going to take a while to warm up to Newt enough for him to want to be friends with you

To be honest, he probably most likely met you through his creatures

Kinda like how he ended up meeting Jacob

Except you also study magical creatures so you caught the niffler that got loose before Newt did

When you saw his suitcase, you immediately took a liking to him

He took you down into the suitcase, and you weren’t seen for several hours

From that day on, you and Newt would meet up every now and then to discuss new creatures or your latest research

Eventually you worked your way up the friend scale and now hang out with Newt all the time

He’s more of a listener, so he’d much rather prefer listening to your rants or rambles instead of talking himself

But when he does talk it’s always about his creatures

Until one time when you were bit by a creature and from that day on he’s always warning you about the ones that bite and the ones that are dangerous

Constantly worries for your safety, asking if you’re alright the second he hears a sound that isn’t one of his creatures

He’s a very caring friend, even if he doesn’t always show it

Lets you stay the night at his place if the two of you are up working late

Checks in on you if you don’t reach out to him for a period of time

Enjoys doing research with you

Loves watching you interact with his creatures

Although Newt struggles socially, I think he’d make a really great friend :)

#newt scamander comfort #newt drabble #newt #newt scamander x reader comfort #newt scamander #fantastic beasts #fantastic beast the secrets of dumbledore #fantastic beasts the crimes of grindlewald #fantastic beasts and where to find them #platonic

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platonicfanfiction · 1 year

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The Maze Runner

Who’s In Charge (F)

Who’s In Charge Pt 2 [TW] (F)

Remedy

Different [Trans Male!Reader]

My Brother

The Only Girl (F)

#maze runner x reader #maze runner imagine #the maze runner x reader #platonic x reader #platonic fanfiction #platonic fanfic #thomas x reader #minho x reader #newt x reader #the glade #male reader #non binary reader #trans male reader #trans reader

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writingloversworld · 1 year

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Hey! I'm new to Tumblr but would love to have a go writing something so if anyone has a request, feel free to send it through. I'm a lover of anything Harry Potter, Avatar, Maze Runner, HOTD and Marvel. Can be smut or fluff or whatever. Thanks!

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book-place · 2 years

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Your Boys

Warnings: Death Cure spoilers, brief mention of killing, implied ptsd, nightmares, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Gladers x reader platonic

Request: if its okay, ill request a platonic maze runner one! with a reader who is the ”mom” friend of the group but has ptsd from everything theyve been through? just something slightly angsty/comforting/fluffy with the gladers and the reader!! thank you!! 🥰 also hope you have a great day!

Request by: @luminouslywriting

*not my gif*

Summary: You always take care of them, and they think that it’s about time that they take care of you

A/N: I really enjoy writing for Maze Runner; This is as if Chuck and Newt both lived and made it to the Safe Haven with everyone

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

“Minho, put down that rock and do not throw it at Thomas!” Your voice called sternly from the widow of your hut.

The boy rolled his eyes, dramatically dropping the stone to his side, “Yes, mom.” He called back sarcastically.

Thomas stuck his tongue out at him, “Yeahhh, see? Y/n said you can’t throw the rock at me!”

Mischief sparked in the other boy's eyes, “But I don’t need a rock to kill you.”

His eyes widened, and he didn’t waste a second turning on his heels and sprinting the other way, screaming for you the whole way as Minho tried to tackle him.

Newt shook his head, sitting down in one of the chairs beside you, handing you a cup of tea as he looked out of the window with you, “I bloody swear that they will never stop acting like children.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, gratefully accepting the warm mug, “Boys will be boys.”

He chuckled in return, taking a sip out of his mug and allowing the two of you to fall into a comfortable silence.

When you all had gotten to the new paradise through the flat trans, everybody had begun setting up new lives, rules, and houses. And you had made sure to get one at the top of the hill where you could watch over everything going on.

Where you could watch over your boys.

Before Teresa, you had been the only girl in the ‘Group A’ maze, and had gotten very close to all of the boys, becoming like the mother that everybody had wanted and needed at the time. And that never changed, although you were the same age as some of the boys.

You took care of all of them, quickly becoming a medjack when you discovered that it was the best way to do it.

You would tend to everybody’s wounds, make sure they’ve all eaten and had water, slept enough, helped Frypan in the kitchen whenever you could, and you were always a shoulder to cry on or an ear to talk to.

No matter what, you were always there for them.

They were your boys and you were never going to let anything happen to them. Not anymore. Not after all that everyone was put through and couldn’t protect them from.

A small smile made its way onto your face as you watched Chuck throw a ball to a younger kid that you had all picked up along the way, playing catch with him.

It had been weird at first, seeing people of so many different ages- some even younger than Chuck- who hadn’t been with you all for a long time, but you had all quickly adjusted and even learned to be friends with one another.

As you took the last sip of your almost cold tea, you glanced up at the sky to see the sun begin to set over the vast sky.

With a sigh you turned to Newt, who was already standing up and beginning to make his way out of the hut.

“Sleep well, Newt.” You called before he could fully step out the door.

He turned his head over his shoulder, offering you a kind smile, “You too, love.”

All around you, people were beginning to retire to their beds for the night- even Thomas and Minho, who had at least five different fights since the one you had tried to break up not even a half an hour ago.

You sat at the seat by the window until the last door had been shut for the night, before allowing yourself to leave that position and get yourself ready for a hopefully good night of rest.

But after all you’ve been through, you should’ve known that something like that was never as simple as it should’ve been.

-•-

It was the largest Griever you had ever seen.

You heard the sound of its metallic legs hitting the floor of the maze long before you even saw it round the corner, heading straight towards you.

Through your fright and the darkness, you had made the mistake of taking a left turn instead of a right and ended up in a dead end.

Now, you were no runner but you had spent countless hours in the map room, memorizing every detail of the maze that you had never even been into.

Its ugly face was pointed right in your direction, and it walked towards you slowly and menacingly, as if it knew exactly how to scare you even more.

As it inched closer and closer to you, your head whipped around, looking for a way out. But you knew deep down that there was nowhere to go, and you were alone in the maze with it, and all of its friends.

The Griever was so close now that you could reach out your hand to touch it if you wanted to. But your hands stayed glued to your sides, your body stayed stiff as a board.

A clicking sound was made as it reached its disgusting arm out and your breath caught in your throat.

It was an inch away from touching you.

An inch away from death.

It let out a horrible shriek and-

-•-

“Y/n! Y/n!” A voice was shouting from above you.

You shot up in your bed with a gasp.

You were drenched in cold sweat that made you shiver from under your covers. Your breathing was staggered as you tried to gulp air into your mouth, as if you had run through the entire maze and back to the Glade without taking a break.

Thomas had quickly backed away from you, letting go of your shoulders as he visibly let out a small sigh of relief.

Minho was standing a couple feet away with clenched knuckles as he rocked back and forth on his heels, something you knew he did when he got nervous.

Newt was next to him, running a hand through his hair while comfortingly patting Chuck's shoulder with the other. The younger of the two had wide eyes and it looked like he was biting his nails.

Frypan was right next to him, seeming unsure about whether to sigh in relief or call for help.

“W-what happened?” Your voice was sore- for what reason, you had no idea- when you finally broke the silence and spoke up after regaining your breath.

Fry quickly hurried to your side and handed you a glass of water you hadn't even noticed that he was holding.

After gulping the liquid down and allowing it to soothe your throat, everybody was yet to answer and you began to panic.

“What is it? What happened? Is everybody okay?” Your voice was rushed as your eyes darted back and forth between everybody.

“You, umm-“ Thomas cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck, “You were screaming.”

Your mouth snapped shut as you looked at him, waiting for him to crack a smile and tell you he was joking and this was all a stupid prank that Minho came up with and Chuck got overly enthusiastic about.

But he didn’t, and everybody else seemed to become increasingly more worried.

“Did I wake everybody up?” You whispered out in horror when you realized that he wasn’t kidding.

“Well not everybody…” Chuck piped up, rubbing his left arm up and down with his right hand.

You groaned, throwing your face into your hands as you were sure that your cheeks began to turn red.

“Hey, hey,” Newt said gently, taking a seat beside you on your bed, “It’s okay, nobody’s mad at you.”

“But everybody needed rest and I woke them up because of a stupid-“ You cut yourself off with wide eyes when you realized that you almost told them why you had screamed.

You were the one supposed to be worrying about and taking care of them, not the other way around.

“Nightmare?” Minho finished quietly, it was actually the quietest you had ever seen him in a long time.

The answer wasn’t needed to be vocalized for them to know.

“We all get nightmares.” Newt began rubbing your arm comfortingly as he spoke, “It’s what reminds us that we’re human after everything we’ve been through.”

Slowly, the others had made their way closer to the two of you, ending with them all sitting on one part of your bed, all facing you.

“It’s okay to have nightmares,” Frypan spoke up in a whisper, “It doesn’t make us any less strong than we are.”

“It’s also okay to let us take care of you sometimes, you always worry about us, but let us worry about you for once.” The British boy spoke again.

Tears had begun to fill your eyes as you looked over all of their faces. The faces of your boys.

You let out a watery chuckle, “When did you all become so wise?”

They all grinned, “We’ve been watching you, of course.” Minho said jokingly, easily sliding back into his normal self.

Chuck crawled across the bed and gave you one of his famous hugs, which you gladly returned with a signature strong and safe-feeling one of your own.

“Thank you.” You whispered, making eye contact with each and every one of them as you spoke.

“No need to thank us.” Thomas smiled a little, reaching out and shaking your foot slightly.

Bloody Shanks 🧪- @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #maze runner x reader #the maze runner #tmr newt x reader #tmr thomas x reader #tmr x reader #tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr minho x reader #tmr minho #tmr chuck #tmr Chuck x reader #tmr frypan #tmr Frypan x reader #death cure #safe haven #scorch trials

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 11 months

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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."

⭒----⭒

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.

⭒----⭒

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."

⭒----⭒

"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

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theodorelore · 10 months

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Can you write platonic gladers x gn child reader (8 - 10), like when their in the scorch trials

- this is based off the first part of the scorch trials- i plan at some point to make another part(s) to finish the book. honestly when i started this, i planned to have more written, but then i got 1k words down and decided i could make another part HAHA

↱ platonic!gladers x gn!reader

↱ cw: none

↱ summary: the very beginning of the scorch trials

↱ a/n: thanks for the request:)

the start

the first thing you noticed when you walked into the dormitory was how beautiful it looked. after all those months living in the glade, this looked like something out of a movie- even if you hadn't seen one of those before. your saviors led the group of survivors into the main room, saying how on either side was a room to sleep in, as well as bathrooms.

it was almost too good to be true, you snuck a glance over at thomas, and he seemed to be in shock about the whole ordeal. you felt a wave of sadness when you remembered about chuck, but quickly was replaced by an unrecognizable need for food. apparently, your saviors knew that you were all hungry, and had appeared with pizza.

actual pizza. your mouth started watering as minho grabbed your hand and led you to the front of the line. frypan, who was at the very front, had no issues with you cutting the line. after receiving three huge pieces of pizza, he led you over to a nearby couch, and joined the line.

the pizza was better than anything you could have imagined; the cheese was melty, and the pepperoni was insanely good. newt took a spot beside you, laughing at the amount of pizza sauce on your face. he grabbed his napkin and gently wiped the excess sauce off of your face. you wrinkled your nose at him, taking another huge bite of the pizza.

"really?" he asked, his face looked disapprovingly, but his eyes showed amusement.

just at that moment, thomas sat on the other side of you, "c'mon newt, leave the kid alone." he told him, reaching behind you to swat at his shoulder. you stuck your tongue out at him, smiling.

minho was the last to join the three of you, but by the way the three of them were laughing and speaking to each other, it felt like they had been there for a while. you finished your last slice, and not even a second later, thomas was sliding one of his slices onto your plate. you shook your head, trying to hand it back to him, but all he did was claim he was full. you reluctantly finished the slice, ignoring the look on thomas's face.

once the gladers had all finished eating, a woman came in to take the dirty plates away. after she left, another woman came in to show you where you'd be sleeping. the room had about twenty bunk beds inside of it, and there was two bathrooms, each with ten showers. the boys let you pick out your bunk first, you chose a top bunk while thomas picked the bottom one. newt and minho were beside you. after that, the woman said there was clothes in the drawers, so to feel free to shower while there. you picked out some pajama pants and a hoodie, and then spending a good twenty minutes in the shower.

after leaving the bathroom, you noticed that neither newt, thomas, or minho had moved during the entire time you had been showering.

"you guys okay?" you asked, starting to climb the latter of the bunk bed.

"yeah, why?" newt asked as thomas and minho started walking towards the bathroom.

you shook your head, "no reason." you then started to unmake your bed, getting underneath the blankets.

you saw thomas come out of the bathroom and start to unmake his bed. "alright y/n, i'm gonna go shower, i'll see you in the morning, okay?" newt told you, seeing how you were already falling asleep.

"g'night." you mumbled, and then you were out like a light

—

rough hands grasped your sides, shaking you. you groaned, trying to swat the hands grabbing you, but they didn't let you go.

"y/n, you need to wake up right now. something's wrong." a voice said, and you opened one of your eyes slightly. only then did you hear the other sounds of what was happening in the room. it sounded like animals were being tortured. then you saw that newt was the one who was still holding you.

"what's going on?" you asked, trying to get out of his hold.

newt's face was pale, "we don't know, but you need to stay there. don't move."

you didn't have time to question him as he shoved the blanket over your face again, and told you not to take it off, and then he was gone again. you could still hear those awful sounds but was too afraid to try and figure out what it was coming from.

you could also hear the sounds of newt, minho, and thomas speaking about something, but couldn't figure out what it was being said.

then you heard something that would most likely stay with you forever. there was a loud bang from somewhere beside you, and then someone saying "kill me!" over and over again. you don't know how long you sat there, covering your ears, and cowering in fear, before newt was beside you again.

"c'mon," he picked you up, "we're getting out of here." you kept your eyes on the floor, not wanting to see who was making those awful noises.

newt carried you back to where you had pizza the night before, only it was pitch black inside. he let you down, letting you hold his hand instead. they stood in silence before minho decided that he was going to be the one to start looking for the light switches. thomas also started to look, before crashing into a table.

minho must of got to the light switch because suddenly, light illuminated the previously dark room. everyone gasped, looking at the sight in front of them. there were bodies hanging from the ceiling.

thomas tried to cover your eyes, but you had already seen. it was the people from the night before.

it was a blur after that, thomas and newt was conducting people to look for teresa, while minho was in charge of watching you. they had been in the room that teresa was supposed to be inside of, when the door opened again, and a boy who you've never seen before came walking out with thomas.

minho immediately jumped to his feet, pushing you behind him, "who is that? and where's teresa?"

thomas just shrugged, "he says his name is aris, and he doesn't know how he got here." thomas turned to walk back out into the common area but stopped.

"are you okay?" you asked, seeing his hesitation.

"the bodies are gone."

after that statement, a loud alarm started, just like the one in the maze.

all chaos broke out.

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

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