The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Imagine for Peaachie

You hated whatever this was. The fact that you can't remember anything at that moment made you want to scream and punch the walls that seemed to trap you from the outside. Though, these walls were moving upward, towards something, maybe even somewhere safe. You still hated it, though. You hated all of this.

Who would do something like this? Who would do this to a person? You thought all of this as you banged you fist against the metal walls. It was no use. No one would probably hear you scream, and the walls were never going to let you go. Nothing was going to work.

You faced the fact that you probably won't ever get out of there.

That's when it got faster. The room you were in started to speed up, it went up higher and higher going faster and faster. Then, suddenly, it stopped.

It stopped too fast, though. It made you launch forward and smash your head on the metal wall.

You cried out, you felt the pain spring through your head and down your neck.

You cursed under your breath, as you heard a squeak of doors open. Your vision began to become dark around the outside of all you could see.

You felt dizzy and someone jumped in the room. The bright sun blinded you even more.

You saw a face, though your vision kept going in and out of focus.

"You alright?"  A thick British accent voice said.

That's when you tried to nod, but you fell instead, falling into a deep dark pit of blackness.

---

When you woke up, you felt a presence there. You also felt the throbbing pain of when you hit your head on the metal wall. You squint your eyes open, letting the lights through what you thought was the window.

Your vision starts to clear up and adjust to the bright light. You see a tall figure standing at the end of your bed. He speaks in a deep British accent and it startles you at first, though he speaks smoothly and gently, not making it quite as shocking as you got it at first.

"Are you feeling okay?"

You didn't want to speak. To be honest, you didn't really even want to speak. You didn't feel like it. Your eyes met his dark chocolate brown ones. His jaw was squared, and his hair was blonde and shaggy.

He was actually really good looking.

But that's not what you were really worried about at that moment. You were more worried about how he could possibly be an attacker, or why he was even asking if you were okay or not, or that there is an injury on your head that still hurts.

You answered a little while after your eyes' met. Your voice was soft, though it was tough to talk from how dry your mouth and throat were.

"My head still hurts."

He chuckles, like he was almost expecting the answer. Was he? You didn't know, really. All you knew was that he didn't look surprised at your answer at all.

"I would think so," he says. "You took quite the hit. We managed to stop the bleeding, though. All you have is a bruise and a knot on your head. You may be sore for a bit."

You nod. It hurts though, when you move your head.

He sees how much pain you were in, and immediately came to your side. He sat on the edge of the bed you were laying in, and looked at you.

"We don't really have that much pain meds," he says. "I wish we had some, but let's just say that the Slicers are sissies when it comes to their injuries."

You laugh a bit, though you have no idea what he means by Slicers.

"You remember anything?"

He says it hopefully, like he was hoping I remembered something. I just shake my head.

"No."

His face falls, but something hits you. Not physically, but more mentally. Your name.

"Wait," You say. His head automatically snaps up, and looks at you.

"My name."

He doesn't look much hopeful, but he still has a soft smile.

"What is it?"

"Tatiana."

He smiles more.

"I'm Newt."

You smile back at him.

You knew you would be able to trust Newt.

---TWO WEEKS LATER---

Newt and you were practically best friends.

Of course, both of you wanted to be more than friends.

Of course, both of you didn't know the other thought the same way.

Everything seemed calm in the Glade. Everything was quiet, dinner was over and everyone was about to go to bed. You and Newt stayed up and talked for a while, like you always used to do.

"I think this is perfect." He said.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because," He replied to you, the littlest hint of a smirk forming on his face. "It's a perfect night. Nothing is loud, nothing is going wrong, and its calm. Its always nice when its calm. And you're here so that's a plus."

"I'm only a 'plus', huh?"

But, to be honest, you were blushing like crazy. At least it was hidden by the darkness.

He chuckles and shrugs, looking up at the Maze walls.

"Shuck," he said. "I can't take it anymore."

"Can't take what?" You ask him.

He looks at you nervously, and then looks away again.

"I like you, Tatiana. A lot. And if you don't that's fine, I get it. I just wanted to tell you because, I don't know, its weird and I can't take it that you-"

Before you can stop yourself, you touch his cheek, pushing his head to look at you.

He stops talking at the touch, and you stare into those dark chocolate brown eyes you first saw, and then you two were kissing. 

It was sudden, and it was random, but at the same time it was expected. You were happy, though. Your friend, someone you care about, someone you trust, have just made it to the next level.

And that was what you had always wished for. 

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Hello everyone!

So I kind of went a littttlllle overboard with this imagine, but hey! It was fun.

Its like 3 in the morning and I'm planning on pulling an all nighter, so a lot  of them will probably be up tonight.

I hope you like it!

(Btw, if any of you fabulous readers live in Texas WHAT THE LIVING HELL IS GOING ON OML)

IT IS LITERALLY LIKE 70 DEGREES ON CHRISTMAS AND ITS TORNADOES AND BLIZZARDS IN THE SAME EXACT DAY JUST IN DIFFERENT PARTS OML.

Its horrible but kind of exciting.

Love you all, my Little Newton Gangsters. 

<-------- That is why I should not be in charge of names. -_-