The Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

One last will - Newt

Author's note at the end about requests!

I drew this with Adobe Sketch, honestly it's super cool and you can do so many things but anyway enjoy the imagine!

It's gonna be a little different than my preference of This is gospel.

Y/N's POV

Thomas and I were both sat in the backseat of the van in silence. I wanted to cry. I had lost my best friend and lover all at once. Thomas gave a light squeeze to my hand and I bit my lip. I was battling against my tears and it was painful. During the past days, it has been much harder for me than for anyone. Not that I was just crying and saying that everything that happened to me was harder than what anyone else had to live, but I lost the only person I trusted during a mission I didn't agree on, I mostly died in Denver and I saw someone who already tried to kill me in the Glade all at once so yeah, pretty harsh on the way I was feeling.

"Alright kids, tight your grip on each other 'cause it's gonna be really close to a catastrophic situation!" the driver said.

Two cars were rolling towards us at a crazy fast speed. I heard the driver swear before the van started to stumble and roll around. Thomas and I didn't wore any seatbelt so we both fell on each other multiple times. Shattered glass cut my skin and clothes during the whole roller coaster. My head hit the window on my side of the car and broke it in thousands of pieces. The car finally stopped and I was surprised I wasn't unconscious or dead. I crawled out of the van by the broken window and fell on the ground once I was completely out. I took my head in my hands, my forehead resting on the ground. It was so painful.

"Y–Y/N?" a voice said, almost muttered.

Even though I was laying down, my eyes facing the floor, I knew who said that. That voice, I could recognize it from thousands. I locked my sight with two hazel orbs I loved so much. I smiled and sighed in release. He was alive. I painfully got up, surprised by the fact I could actually stand up, and walked to him. I stopped my track right in front of him and took few seconds to observe him. His clothes were tattered, his skin was dirty, almost grey, and he had lost a chunk of hair on the side of his skull. I slowly raised my hand and pressed it on his cheek.

"What have they done to you?" I said with a shaky breath.

He placed his hand on mine and closed his eyes. I rubbed my thumb over his dirty skin. It felt so right, yet so wrong. Last time I saw him, he was mad at all of us. But I loved him. He got closer to me and his lips brushed against mine.

"I missed you."

He hugged me tight before gently pushing me away. I grabbed his hand as he was about to walk away.

"Newt, stay with me."

He snatched his hand out of my grip and pointed at me.

"Go away! I don't want to see you anymore. Get out of my sight."

"Newt..."

He pushed me on the ground at few meters from him and I fell on my back. I strangled with all the sand that got in my lungs. Newt looked at me, eyes full of guilt. He looked over to the van and a tear rolled on his cheek.

"Don't let me hurt her, Tommy. Can't you do that one thing for me?" he said, pointing at me.

"Newt, come with us. You'll be safe, we'll find a cure." Thomas said while helping me to get up.

Newt went out of his mind. He ran and punched Thomas. I got out of the way and took few steps back. They were fighting mercilessly on the floor. The other Cranks looked happy though. Thomas and Newt rolled over again and again until Newt stopped on top of his adversary. Thomas had a hand on his gun and I was afraid he'd do anything with it. Newt saw the gun and pulled it until the barrel was on his forehead, Thomas ready to pull the trigger. I got my gun in my hand and pointed it at them.

"Put the gun down now, Newt."

"Why? So you can do it?"

"No. Because if you shoot," I said, placing my gun on my temple. "I will too."

Newt looked at me with a sad expression. I've never seen him looking that much devastated. Even when he fell. Even when Chuck died. Thomas was shaking underneath the poor Crank. Newt ferociously shook his head and let few tears run down his face.

"You can't do that to me... I want to protect you by doing that. Not kill you..."

He let Thomas' gun fall back on Thomas' chest and got up. He walked to me and took my hand in his. With the other hand, he pulled down the hand I was holding the gun with.

"Don't... kill yourself for me. I'm dangerous now."

Again, he lift the gun I held to his forehead and looked at me straight into the eyes. He let go off my other hand and held the barrel straight. I started shaking. He was keeping my hand on the butt of the riffle so I couldn't escape him.

(Careful!! This gonna hurt like a bitch!!!)

"Please Y/N, please."

My heart shattered in millions of pieces. How could he ask me to kill him? The one with who I fell in love for the first time. The one who supported me no matter what was happening. The one who I loved unconditionally. My one and only was asking me to do something I couldn't even do in my wildest dreams. But deep down, I knew how much he had suffered in his life. I knew it was killing him to not control himself. And I knew he wanted to do this for both of us.

"Remember. Remember I love you Y/N. No matter what." (Teen Wolf S6 anyone?)

"I love you too. Forever and always............"

I closed my eyes and tears ran down my face for few seconds before I finally decided to pull the trigger. The grip of his hand on mine loosened and I heard a loud thump when he fell on the ground. I opened my eyes and screamed in pain before I knelt beside him and pressed his dead body against mine. Thomas had watery eyes and a trembling lip. I put Newt's head on my lap and tossed the hair off his forehead. I gently closed his eyes before running to Thomas. He held me close and we walked together to the van.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

"It would've been worst if you had been the one who shot him. I'd kill you."

He kissed the top of my head and we continued our mission.

Come on, go lower
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Lower
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Almost there
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Aaaaaaaaand here

||alternative end because I hate myself rn||

"Y/N! Y/N wake up darling." someone whispered while shaking my shoulder lightly.

I opened my eyes and shifted to get more comfortable. We were in the Berg and I was laying on the couch, my head on Newt's lap. Wait, what? I sat straight up and Newt looked at me with a smirk.

"You good there, Love?"

"Newt!"

I jumped in his arms and kissed him with all the passion I could have. He wrapped his arms around me and responded to my needy lips. He laughed as I peppered his whole face with light kisses and touches.

"What happened to you during your sleep darling? Do you missed me that much when you do?"

"Where are we going?"

"Denver...?"

"But...... you'll have to stay on the Berg..." I pouted.

"Why?"

"'Cause you're not Immune?!"

"Darling, is this what your were dreaming about?"

I nodded quickly and he laughed again. He brushed his hand on my cheek and smiled.

"Oh Darling, it was only a dream. I am Immune, just like you."

I wish. I wish. 😭😭😭

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