TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Maze Runner

"Please be safe, love," Newt said like he did everyday before I entered the maze. We stood outside the entrance waiting for the doors to open.

"I always am. I promise I'll come back to you," I repeated the words I said every morning. He never wanted me to be a runner after the fall but he knew it was something I was good at so he didn't fight me on it.

"You better," he sighed and pulled me tight into his chest.

He brushed his fingers through my hair as I played with the strap across his chest. He kisses the top of my head when Minho ran by.

He spun around so he could jog backwards. "Don't worry Newtie. I'll bring her back like I do everyday."

"I know. I know," Newt mumbled kissed my forehead. I then pulled his neck down so our lips could touch like they did a hundred times a day. If it wasn't obvious, we were head over heels in love.

"I'll see you later, my love," I said pecking his nose. "I'm coming back to you."

"Good luck, love." With that, the familiar grinding of metal and shaking of the ground pulled us apart. I ran to Minho and jokingly slapped her shoulder.

"Race ya," he offered with a sly smirk.

I nodded and hit his chest before taking off. "Too slow!" I teased entering the dark maze, leaving behind the comfort and safety of the glade.

Newt's POV

"Too slow!" (Y/N) called as she crossed the border into the maze. It hurt knowing she went into the griever infested maze alone everyday. But it hurt more knowing I couldn't be in there with her, protecting her, because of a selfish mistake I made the first year in the glade.

She repeatedly told me things like 'I'm glad you're with me', 'you make me truly happy', and 'I needed to make sure you're okay' just to keep me from going as dark as I was. She was the light for me here in the glade and everyone knew it too. They could see from the moment (Y/N) and I got together that I've become a happier and more lively person.

But like every person, she breaks. I've helped me her as many times than she's helped me and I feel that's how it should be. We're each here to keep each other strong and going. I wouldn't want it any other way.

Only a few hours went by until I happened to see a boy point towards the maze. My stomach lurched thinking something was wrong with (Y/N). I ran into the view of the maze and looked inside.

(Y/N)'s arm was draped over Minho's shoulders and his hand on her waist. Her left leg was dragging behind her as her face curled in pain. Of course I thought of the worst; what if a griever broke her leg? What if it stung her? What if she'll never walk again? What if she'll have a limp like me? What if-

I tore myself from my thoughts and ran towards the doors. I impatiently waited for them to cross into the glade so I could see if she was fine. Yes I was an ex-runner but that still meant I was never allowed in the maze.

She looked at me with a worried look before I scooped her into my arms. She whined a little as I turned to Minho knowing she wasn't gonna answer while she curled her face into my neck.

"What happened?" I asked looking at her dirt stained cheek and scraped collarbone.

"We were running and she twisted her ankle on something and fell on her face. She couldn't walk on the leg and needed help back," Minho explained with his hands on his hips to catch his breath.

"Min I'm sorry you had to carry me back but I'm fine. I'm not hurt at all," (Y/N) said making me roll my eyes. She never wanted anyone to worry about her. She wanted to look tough and strong so no one would worry about her but she was all I worried about.