anemoia || a maze runner fanfiction (Newt x reader // Minho x reader)

chapter twelve | (𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓) 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐

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𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓: This chapter includes the mentioning of attempted suicide. I will put a page divider before and after the mentioning, so if you're feeling uncomfortable you can just skip it :) Stay safe and reach out for help if you need to.

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Just like everyday it was a sunny day in the Glade and you just finished lunch. You sat at a table with Newt, Winston and Leo, but there wasn't much to talk about. Leo complained over the broken water pumps in the gardens and Winston told you about Peony and how she had grown a bossy behaviour, which caused you to chuckle - Sometimes you wished to be more like the little lamb, just a little bit. But while the three of you talked about trivialities, Newt seemed to be lost in his thoughts, sometimes his eyes wandered to you, but he didn't include himself in the conversation.

After lunch you offered yourself to bring the dishes back to Frypan, the three boys left the table and went back to their work, even though Newt seemed to be hesitant if he should wait for you or not. As you stood in line to bring the dishes back to Frypan you heard an annoyed sigh from behind you. After you've turned around you were greeted by a bugged Gally, you needed to lift your head a little bit as Gally was a few inches taller than you.

He looked at you with dead eyes and didn't bother to turn away even though you looked him straight in the eyes. "Is there something bothering you, Gally?" you asked and tried to not sound annoyed, he wasn't really worth your emotions nor your time. "Standing behind a dwarf is pretty bothering, so yeah, actually there is." he said in a mocking tone, but you've decided to not let his comments affect you in any way, so you took a step to the side. "Don't worry, you can line up in front of me" you stated in a soothing voice and indicated to Gally to take a step forward.

Completely dumbfounded Gallys eyes grew wider and he took a step forward, after you've lined up behind Gally you overheard a small 'thank you', probably coming from the tall blonde boy in front of you. Sometimes it really seems to be the truth that you destroy enemies by making them friends. You still didn't know why Gally acted so mean towards you, but you were tired of talking back or making sarcastic comments, that was Minho's job to do.

As it was your turn to hand Frypan the dishes you immediately recognized how stressed he was. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and his eyes trailed restless between the stacked plates and mugs. You turned around and realized that you were the last in line, after you let Gally go first. As you turned back, Frypan still didn't allow his gaze to rest. "Just put the dishes there, Y/n" he told you and pointed on the only free space left on the wooden table. "Is everything okay, Frypan?" you started "you seem a little bit stressed.." you said carefully and searched for his eyes by leaning forward.

"Stressed? That's an understatement, Y/n. I'm at the breaking point!" Frypan confessed and let his head fall. You bit your lip and thought about how much time you have left - Clint shouldn't be too angry with you if you start ten minutes late. You couldn't just go away after Frypan told you that he was stressed out. You put the dishes down and made your way to the sink, "Let me help you" you said smiling while grabbing a few dirty plates. "Oh you don't need to Y/n! It's these shanks! They're always hungry Y/n, I'm telling you ALWAYS!" Frypan exclaimed while throwing his hands up in the air.

You chuckled over his gestures and Frypan sended you a playful glare "Don't you dare laugh, Y/n! To be exact your slintheads of friends Hank and Minho are the one who raid my fridge at least once a week" Frypan told you which only caused you to laugh even more. "I can imagine that, but you need to keep in mind that they're runners" you defended your friends, even though you knew that Frypan wasn't serious, "And now you start defending them! They're lucky they're runners, otherwise I would make them wash the dishes and peel the potatoes for the rest of their lifes, but I never get to catch them" the boy told you, still in a playfully angry tone.