Peter Pan Imagines

Just Allergies ((Newt from the Maze Runner))

Request: ((with Newt from The Maze Runner series)) 

"Would you be able to somehow with your ultimate skill and wisdom work together "w-what are you doing" and "I'm not crying I'm just allergic to jerks" If not that's totally and completely fine! I really love your writing and will read literally anything you put up xxx I understand that you probably get heaps of requests tho, so if you do decide to take this on please do take your time! :)"

- I'm not crying, I'm just allergic to jerks

- W-What are you doing?

(((Hey this isn't Peter Pan but oh well, Newt is kinda like Peter Pan; I mean Thomas Sangster DOESNT FREAKING AGE so I don't know just imagine him as Peter Pan or don't read it if you don't know who I'm writing about)))

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You stumbled back further across the dirt, your throat burning and your heart pounding. Your face was red with humiliation of the events occurring, and you wished you could fight back without getting yourself into more trouble than you were already in. The hands were relentless and harsh as they pushed against your shoulders, again and again without warning.

"Aww, what's the matter, Greenie? Having trouble standing straight?" The boy cackled cruelly, continuing to throw his heavy hands at you.

You huffed angrily, bringing your arms up to try and defend yourself as much as you could without getting hit more. You could feel the unfamiliar sting behind your eyes, and all you really wanted to do was sit down right there and bawl your eyes out, but you wouldn't do that. You couldn't, no matter what they did to you or how terrible you felt, you couldn't make them believe that you were weak, especially since you had the weight of all your dignity sitting on your shoulders.

"Slim it, Shank," you growled, trying to keep your head held as high as you could.

There was a reason behind this little brawl between you and Gally, of course. You were known, if not for anything else yet, as a very out spoken Greenie. You knew how to "tell it like it is" when one of the boys was saying something stupid, alway correcting them when they said something rude to you or another Glader. 

In complete honesty, it should have been quite obvious that you weren't just going to leave his specific conversation be, especially when all the rude comments they were passing around to each other were about you. They were saying the stupidest stuff back and forth to each other, stuff so sexist and demeaning that if it had been any other group talking about it, you would have marched right over and gave the leader a good ol' punch in the jaw. 

But of course, the leader of this annoying group was the one and only Gally, keeper of the builders. He was a terrifying sight, and not because he was ugly, but because of how he towered over you, and had huge arms that looked like they could punch right through you if he really felt like it. He always had some sort of obnoxious glower on his face, except for when he was bossing other boys around or saying rude things.

That was what you had done to get yourself into the little predicament you were in; you had told Gally and his little buddies off for the stupid things they were saying, and maybe went a little too far with it. 

"Look at her, I bet she couldn't even hammer a nail!"

"I'm just surprised she hasn't been stepped on yet!"

You remember them saying, and honestly you had started off okay, keeping your voice calm and steady, doing a good job at focusing on just educating them on how stupid their words sounded. But, of course, you then started to get a bit more passionate about it, yelling and cursing at him until he finally snapped and stood up, an angry sneer set on his face...and then the rest started to happen, the shoving and taunting.