Maze runner one shot requests

Marry Me? ---Newt imagine

(set in the second lightning storm, after the bulb creators)

The lightning rained down around you.

You whipped your head around, desperately wondering what you were supposed to do.

The first lighting storm had been bad, but this one was worse.

A bolt of pale electricity struck the ground only a few inches away from you, the earth where it hit exploding in a rain of pebbles and dirt. The force sent you flying back a few feet.

You hit the ground hard, the wind knocking out of you.

You quickly sat up onto your knees, clutching at your chest, trying to get air back into your lungs.

There were small black spots swirling in your vision, and the once loud cracklings of electricity were now a dull pounding in the back of your mind.

Another bolt hit somewhere behind you, throwing you forward once more.

This time you landed on your hands and knees.

You couldn't breathe.

The air crackled with electricity and screams as you sucked fruitlessly at the air.

You felt the dirt under your hands and tried to use it as a grounding, an anchor.

You close your eyes, trying to stop hearing the screams.

Another bolt sounded somewhere near you, and you knew you had to get up, find shelter, do something, but you couldn't.

Breathe.

You tell yourself.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Brea-

All at once air shoved itself into your lungs in great gasps, and you momentarily went slack with sudden relief.

You fixed your eyes on the dirt below you, still on hands and knees, taking in deep breaths of air, again and again.

"(Y/N)!"

Your head snapped up, and you hurriedly glanced around at the scene of pure chaos to find who was calling you.

Your eyes finally landed on the blond head, before focusing on Newt, who was standing in front of what looked like a black box, waving frantically at her.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) over here!"

You wasted no time.

You found a grip on the gritty dirt ground with one of your worn shoes, and sprang up, running towards Newt.

Some of the other gladers were running to other boxes in zig zag like patterns, but you ran straight, needing to get away from the lightning and the screams.

Newt had climbed into the box, motioning for you to hurry, to run faster.

You finally made it, and awkwardly clambered into the box, Newt grabbing your arms and hauling you in, before closing the hatch after you.

You sat there, panting, for a few minutes.

The box was pitch black on the inside, save for a faint flickering light, that you didn't know where was coming from, and frankly, were to shooken to care.

The air near you left ear felt warm, but you didn't think much of it, until Newt spoke.

"Uhm. . .(Y/N)?"