The Maze Runner Preferences

Maze Runner Preference #4: He Comforts You

Newt: "(Y/N)! Wake up, wake up!" You sat up with a start, breathing heavily. Newt wrapped his arms around you and stroked your hair soothingly. Your entire body shook with fear and you could do nothing but stare. Not even a tear marred your face. The nightmares were coming more frequently now and they were always the same. The day starts out normal, with you doing your rounds in the maze, but then it goes horribly wrong. You lose Minho and the sky blackens rapidly, plunging you into darkness in mere seconds. The metallic clang of Grievers echoes all around and you can't move. They close in and right before their stingers pierce your skin you wake up in a terror induced stupor. "Shh, shh. You're okay, love. I'm here. You're safe." Newt repeated the same phrases he did each time this happened. Your body slowly stabilized and you sunk into Newt. "Same dream?" he questioned knowingly. You nodded and scooted closer to him. "They're happening every night now. I don't think I can ever sleep again. Newt, it's petrifying." Now the tears began to fall in quick succession. Newt pulled away and forced you to look at him. "(Y/N), I will be right here every time it happens. That's a promise. I will never leave your side. I did once and if I hadn't none of this would be happening." You shook your head, "No, Newt. That wasn't your fault. I was stupid and stayed out longer than I should have because I thought I could get back in time. I overestimated myself and got trapped in there. It had nothing to do with you." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I just hate seeing you like this. I'm supposed to protect you and I can't." You pressed your forehead against his, "You can't control what goes on in my mind, Newt. You can't prevent my nightmares. All I want is for you to be here when they're over." He tilted his head and pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. "I will be. Always, love. Always."

Thomas: Oh my god. It's all my fault. You watched on as one of the Gladers was shoved into the Maze. His screams penetrated the tall, stone walls. You couldn't take it much longer so you headed back towards the homestead. This has happened only once before while you were in the Glade but it didn't bother you as near as bad as this did. Probably because you weren't directly responsible. "There you are," Thomas said, sitting beside you, "What happened?" You brought your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. "It's my fault, Thomas" He shook his head like he did before, "(Y/N), we've talked about this." Your eyes were glued to the Maze as you spoke, "He was just so young." You choked back tears. "He hurt you. I don't know why you can't understand that we're doing this for your good and everyone else's. We have certain rules and they have to be followed." Sighing, you laid down, resting your legs on Thomas' lap. "That doesn't make me feel better though. How did you feel when it happened to Ben?" He took your hand and rubbed soothing circles on the back of it. "Touche. It didn't feel good at all. It was even worse knowing that he was under the influence of a Griever sting when it all went down." He snuggled down beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Sorry that I haven't been very comforting but I'm here for you. Just rest for now, (Y/N). I'll be right here."

Minho: "Oh no. What the hell happened, Minho?" You pushed through the Medjack tent and walked over to Minho's side. "It's just a sprained ankle, (Y/N) I'll be okay." You shook your head, "But you're a runner, you can't afford to have a sprained anything." He laughed, "Calm down, babe. It'll heal up nicely in a couple of weeks." You ran your fingers through your hair, "What if you miss something out there?" He rolled his eyes playfully, "Thomas can handle it for a while." You sat down beside him, "How can you be so calm about all this?" He reached up and massaged your shoulders, "Because it's happened before and everything turned out fine." You sighed, "I still hate to see you all laid up in bed like this. I know how much you like running and all." He placed light kisses along your neck, "I'll survive as long as you promise to take care of me." You smiled, "Of course. Like I trust these shanks to do it." Clint and Jeff pretended to be hurt. Minho laughed, "What would I do without you?" You thought for a second, "You'd probably be dead." He agreed, "See? Isn't this preferable to death?" You bent down and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, "Of course."

Gally: Although you can't remember the first thing about your home, frequent bouts of homesickness still hit you. You had your good and bad days. Unfortunately, today was a bad day. You were still in bed well past sunrise when Gally came looking for you. "What's going on (Y/N)? We expected you at the site an hour ago. This shelter isn't going to build itself." You groaned in response, "Please don't make me get up." He sat down beside you, "One of those days, huh?" You nodded somberly, "I don't know why this happens to me. It's not like I can even remember anything from my past life. I just wake up and start thinking of what it might've been like. It's like mourning a lost life only it's your own which is even more depressing." He pulled you up with ease, forcing you to sit and look at him. "It happens to the best of us. The best thing to do is to focus on life now. Make your life here the best it can be and there won't be anything to long for." You leaned against him, "How can this shucking place be good in any way? We're trapped here like rats!" He rubbed his hands up and down your sides. "I used to feel the exact same way." This caught your attention. The tough Gally being homesick? Not a chance. "What changed?" He placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You came along. You turned my whole world around. I thought that there was nothing to fight or live for in this place. I was just surviving. But when you arrived, my whole outlook changed. Now I have something to fight for. Now I am living." You looked up at him and was amazed to see a single tear trailing down his cheek. "I never knew that, Gally." He wiped away the lone tear and nodded. You grabbed his face and pulled his lips down to meet yours. "I love you, Gally. I really do. You are the one thing that keeps me going in this madhouse." He smiled and pulled you in for another kiss. "I love you too, (Y/N)."

A/N: This was requested weeks ago. Sorry it is up so late but I hope you guys like it! More requests would be appreciated!