The Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

Bonfire // Newt

Requested by BeautifulMax2001

You loved the bonfire nights. Those nights always took your mind off the fact that you were trapped in the Glade, with a long maze to escape. Those nights were always your favorite, and the fact that you got to spend them with your boyfriend, Newt, and your best friends, Minho, Gally, and Thomas.

Gally always made his special drink. No one had any idea what was in it, other than Gally, but you didn't care because you were always able to get drunk on it. 

Currently, you were sitting between Thomas and Newt, laughing about whatever they were talking about. You three could carry on a conversation for hours and never get bored.

After a while, you noticed Newt had zoned out of the conversation and had his focus fixed on something. You followed his eyes to land on Gally, who made eye contact with you. 

"You okay, Newt?" You asked after Thomas had left. Newt turned his head to you and sighed, taking your hand in his.

"Gally's been staring at you for quite a while now, and I don't like it. If he doesn't stop, I will go over to him and say something."

"Newt, calm down. Let him stare. Just remember, I'm not his. I'm yours and only yours. I'm the only girl here, there's gonna be guys staring left and right, but I belong only to one person, and that is you." 

Newt smiled and gave you a soft peck on the lips before apologizing. You accepted his apology and grabbed his hand, leading him to the circle where Gladers would like wrestle. You always enjoyed watching them.

Maybe an hour later, you met up with Minho, who was hanging around while drinking some of Gally's secret recipe. You loved to watch Minho get drunk because he always did the stupidest things, which kept you entertained. Sometimes, you would even join Minho for a drink and just get drunk with him. 

"You'ree so prettyy, Max," Minho slurred, making you giggle. You never thought anything of what came out of Minho's mouth, since he was just drunk. You just thought he was talking nonsense. 

"I reallyyy like youu," Minho slurred again, and you just laughed at him. You were about to reach for the drink in his hand, when another hand stopped you. 

"I don't think so, Max," Newt spoke. "You're not getting drunk tonight. I don't think you want to suffer a hangover in the morning." 

"But Newt," you whined. He gave you a stern look and you grumbled, "okay." 

So, you and Newt left Minho alone to get drunk, and went to sit behind a log away from everyone. You and Newt just sat there, talking about whatever you two could think of. It was getting the time of the night where the bonfire was starting to slowly die down. There was still a lot of people there, but some left to head for their cots and crash for the night. 

You planned on leaving for your hut, the one the Gladers built you so you'd be separated from the boys, soon. You could feel your eyes starting to slowly droop, and Newt's voice starting to fade out. 

"You tired, Max?" Newt asked and you just gave a slight nod. He stood up and you lifted your arms, telling him to carry you. You heard him chuckled, then slip one arm under your back and the other under your legs, lifting you bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Gally saw the sight of Newt carrying you and chuckled.

"Max is so adorable when she's asleep," he said to himself, but Minho overheard. 

"Don't think you should be saying that about Newt's girlfriend," Minho said, putting emphasis on girlfriend. Gally turned towards Minho and scoffed, making Minho even more enraged. 

"I'll say what I want to say about Max. It's not like Newt's gonna know." Gally fought back. Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, Minho threw a punch at Gally's face. Gally stumbled back before throwing a punch back at Minho. 

The two boys  were soon on the ground with punches landing back and forth. Newt walked out of your hut, after tucking you in, and saw Gally and Minho in the distance. Newt then ran, his limp slowing him down a little, to the two boys and started to break up the fight.

"What the bloody hell are you two fighting over?!" Newt exclaimed, after he pulled the boys both apart with some help from Winston and Frypan. 

"Why don't you ask Gally? He was the one making flirty comments towards Max. And then saying that you'd never find out," Minho spoke up. Newt then turned to Gally, and glared.

"Is this true?" Newt asked.

"Why does it matter?! It's called being friendly," Gally said, making Newt glare harder. If looks could kill, Gally would be beyond dead right now. 

"If I ever hear you, or one of the Gladers, talking about Max or flirting with her, I won't hesitate to throw you in the pit for a week!" Newt said, loudly. He was enraged. 

"Do you understand? She's my girlfriend, and she's the only girl here. She don't need a bunch of boys talking about her or flirting with her. So now, do you understand?" All the Gladers nodded, Gally included. 

"Very well," Newt said, then turning around and walking back towards your hut. He walked in and got into your cot next to you, wrapping his arms around you. 

You knew you'd have Newt to protect you, always.