Maze Runner Imagines

Another Glader Hurts You- Pref 0.5

Gally: The sickening crunch of the victim's nose resounded in everyone's ears before anyone had a chance to stop it. The glader took the blow, knowing that he was at a great disadvantage if he chose to fight back. Gally's jaw was clenched tightly as he grabbed the boy's shirt, gripping it in his fists as he grumbled, "Say another shucking word about her and next time I'll throw you in the maze and let the grievers decide your fate, slinthead." His cheeks were still flushed with anger as I finally lured him away to calm down.

Newt: Newt shot up from his slumber once he heard your piercing screams. He thought maybe your screams were just part of a nightmare that reoccured often, but his heart sank once he realized that this was not true. He scrambled to get himself up and towards the source of the screams. His heart sank in his chest as he saw the tears coursing down your cheeks. "What happened? Sh, just tell me what happened." His voice was trying to be comforting, but the fear seizing his heart was preventing that from happening.

"He came at me out of nowhere. I couldn't get him off of me until he ran off when he heard you coming." Your voice was shaky as you tried to explain.

"Where did he go?" Gally asked once you stopped speaking as he came in behind Newt.

You pointed into the Deadheads and Gally followed immediately. Newt hands ran down your arms tentatively, but you want to bury yourself into him as you pulled him towards you. His arms wrapped around you, reassuring you where the safest place in the glade was: in Newt's arms.

You nestled your face into his neck, letting out a shaky breath as he ran his fingers up and down your back softly.

Minho: Minho's eyes widened as he heard an insult leaving the young glader's lips directly to your face. He mumbled surprised curses and was about to leave his spot by the fire to show the glader exactly what he was thinking, when he suddenly paused. He watched your lips utter some insult, he was guessing, as the boys around the you were chuckling. He tried to cover his mouth to disguise his chuckles, but gave up the act as he fully succumbed to the laughter taking over him as he watched you kick the glader right in the 'family jewels'. Your smirk matched his as you sauntered up to him. He wrapped his arms around you, still chuckling before he kissed your forehead softly. "Shuck it, I love you." He chuckled before resting his chin on top of your head.

Thomas: His eyes were nothing but pools of regret as he glanced at you. His eyes followed you slowly as you sat down next to him, pressing a damp cloth to his cheek. He grit his teeth as pain surged through him, finding its home in his heart. The cut on his lip and swollen eye were just physical scars that would fade eventually, but the emotional scar of him hearing you scream was something that he would never forget. He could still hear your screams echoing in his ears, over and over, like a broken record.

The stung glader had caught everyone by surprise as he barreled over to you, knocking you down with one urgent shove. Your screams could be heard across the entire glade, alerting everyone of the disdain occurring. Thomas was the last one to arrive as he was just coming back from the maze. Bruises were imprinted into your wrists from when the jacked boy had gripped them, pinning you to the ground. His attention was split as he attempted to grab the knife hanging on his belt when Gally had pushed him off of you. Thomas broke through the crowd of boys surrounding you, seeing your frightened face before connecting it to the glader who was being held back by Gally and Winston.

He hurried forward, connecting his fist squarely with the defenseless glader's jaw. Boys were screaming at him to stop, but Thomas refused to listen. He was using every little spark of anger in him against one who was fighting without truly knowing why. I screamed at him to stop, finally catching his attention, but it was also the distraction that led to his demise. The glader was pulling and squirming, trying everything to get its way out of its captor's arms when it finally succeeded. Their grip on him loosened until he was able to wiggle free. His body crashed into Thomas', scarring double the damage onto Thomas.

You felt like you couldn't breathe until the glader was dragged off of Thomas and he was safe in the homestead. It was silent between you and Thomas before he finally decided to speak, "I'm sorry." His whispers faded in and out as he spoke like he was deciding to speak and suddenly wished he hadn't.

"For what?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

"If I can't protect you, what good of a boyfriend I am?" He huffed out, casting his eyes to the floor.

"Thomas, you just went against someone who was stung for me. You know how dangerous they can be and you risked your life for me. You're everything I could ever want in a boyfriend plus so much more." His eyes glanced up to meet yours before placing his hand on your neck, pulling your lips to his softly. His lips were rough on the surface from the cut splitting his lip, but they were tender in movement.

"Thank you." Thomas whispered softly before kissing your lips once more.