TMR Imagines and Preferences

He Comforts You After the First Griever Attack

Thomas- After the first griever attack all of the gladers decided to make a base in the slammer and the map room with extra food, clothes, and blankets in case they attacked again. Thomas had volunteered the two of you to carry blankets and pillows from the fields and the Homestead to the slammer. You had started out fine, but even with the light weight of the blankets your arms eventually began to shake and your legs grew weak, finally showing the fear that had been inside of you since the previous night. As you set down the last blankets, Thomas went back to see if there was still food left to be carried. You saw his back, and were reminded of the griever that had almost taken him last night as he ran into the Homestead. His shirt was in tatters and his back had been bleeding, but it had slowly stopped. Worry washes over you, not only for Thomas, or for yourself, but for the entire glade. For Chuck, and his missing family, and for Gally, and his uncontrollable temper. You lose past grudges and feel compassion for all of the boys who had come to accept this life as their everyday normality. With a wave of pain in your temples, you collapse into a heap in against the side of the building, letting tears pour from your eyelids. As other gladers passed by they leave you alone and you sit in a silent misery with a pounding headache in your temples. Thomas did not see you the first time he passed but you let out a sob and he runs over, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hands away from your face. It is red and swollen, but he takes it in his hands and pulls you to your feet. Thomas brings you to his chest and surrounds your fragile body with his arms. He does not say anything for the longest time, simply letting you cry into his chest. After minutes of him shooing away curious gladers, he finally gives in and lets tears of his own spill out onto your neck. You had calmed down enough to look up and were puzzled by the glistening orbs escaping his normally focused eyes. He did not say much, but kissed you with one hand around your neck and the other running through your messy hair. Your tears mixed with his and he whispered into the kiss. "I'm scared too", he said, and then wrapped you tightly once again, sinking to the ground. You gently kissed his cheek and held him close as the sounds of the Glade echoed around you, the gray sky casting a somber aura over the survivors.

Newt- With Newt being so high in command, after a griever attack he of course had to take charge and try to collect all of the pieces of last night and put them into a plan. You helped him all day, although the sky did not change with it's light and it cast a grim shadow over the Glade. After helping some of the injured gladers along with Jeff and Clint, you joined Newt again who was making plans to have a small army ready in case there was a griever to fight again. His eyes were hollow and he had not eaten since early the previous day. Looking at him in the map room discussing with Alby and the keepers, you saw his hands shaking as they drew plans, and his voice cracked with fear and emotional pain. He saw you walk in and passed the conversation to Alby, who took over. Walking outside with you, he grabbed your hand and you found his ice cold. He leaned you against the side of the building with his other hand supporting himself next to your ear, and lowered slowly down for a kiss. It lasted long, and in it it seemed as if you were trying to gather strength from each other to find comfort for the intense terror growing inside. When Newt pulled away from the kiss, he was ready for another, but you insisted that he go back to the meeting. His eyes begged you like a wounded puppy, but you kissed his forehead and sent him back down. After seeing the ghost of the boy you thought you knew the day before, you found yourself in a whole new state of shock. You climbed the lookout tower and sat, staring at the gray sky as if you could make the sun come out again. Hours later the boys rushed to the kitchen for lunch and you watched as they entered, and then left, slightly slower, to their jobs. Newt and Alby were trying to keep life in the glade as normal as possible, but there were some boys recruited for special jobs to prepare for the night ahead. Your stomach rumbled, but not from hunger. There was a fear gnawing away at your insides and if you ate anything you were sure it would not stay down. Again, you waited, this time staring at the doors, willing them to close, so that you could be safe with Newt and the gladers again. Your hands found knots and splinters in the wood and played with them, finding a distraction from the mess inside of your mind. You only realized the time that had passed when the boys once again went to eat dinner. Newt's tall figure stooped out from the map room and snaked through the crowds to talk to Chuck. You followed his blond mop of hair until your eyes became hazy and you passed out with your head slumping down and your legs sliding out from under you. In a dark cloud, you faintly heard Newt calling out Y/N, over and over again. Your body shook like an earthquake and you awoke to find Newt's face only inches from yours, tears cascading down in a torrent. "Y/N! Y/N, please! Please, please don't do this to me!" Newt whispered, choking on tears and with a cracking voice. You raised your head and he gasped, throwing his arms around you. "Newt?" you said. "Newt, what's wrong? Are there more grievers?" He unwrapped himself from your torso and you saw his face clearly, splotchy and red from constant tears. "You were almost gone Y/N! You weren't at lunch or dinner and no one could find you, and we thought you had gone into the maze! Then I came up here and you were slumped over like you were dead. Bloody hell Y/N! I thought that you kissing me earlier was an attempt at a goodbye, and I freaked. How could you do that? I was so worried, so bloody worried about you," Newt rushed out in a quaking voice. You let out a slight chuckle but he continued on. "Y/N, God, I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead! And because of me, or something that I did, I was ready to throw myself off of this tower! Please, do not ever leave me, Y/N, please!" Newt's voice croaked and all of the composure that you thought had been burnt into his soul was gone. He was a mess in front of you, and you wiped the tears from his face. "Newt, you had better not ever kill yourself over me. How could you think this was because of you? I am worried as heck, and I don't know why, but I passed out. I figured it would be better to stay up here than face the gladers and their scared faces. I am sorry and it was wrong of me, but I was just so scared. I didn't want to burden you and you seemed like you were under so much stress. Maybe I should have gone into the maze, to make everything easier," you said with a sigh. Newt suddenly cupped your face in his large hands and kissed you, tasting the salty tears on your lips. You sat up more and wrapped your arms around his waist and bobbed your head while continuing to kiss him. He broke away, and said "Y/N, if you ever think leaving me is going to make anything better then you are bloody crazy. I'm a wreck just because you were missing for a day. Don't ever even think about it. Bloody hell, I'm not strong enough to lose you." You stared up at Newt, still shaking with the fear that you would leave, and that the grievers broke you. "Newt, don't worry. I'm here now. And I could never leave. I'm not strong enough to live or die without you. Slinthead," you said with a small chuckle. You could tell he was still scared stiff, but you could see the love in his eyes, finally warming them up from the icy cold they had been. He let out a bellowing laugh, and then took you again and feverishly kissed you, too hungry for your lips to even make a comeback worthy of his usual sarcasm.

Minho- In the morning, when the shrieks and clicks no longer ring out through the air, you go out and find Minho at the East entrance to the maze, staring blankly into the walls covered in ivy. You make your way over to him, still slightly trembling from the events you could not shake from your head. When Minho hears the grass crunching beneath your feet, he turns around with a measly smile, and makes a comment about your appearance. "Well didn't the little lady spend her time getting prettied up today," he says and then laughs at his own joke. You grumble and punch him in the arm weakly, rubbing at your eyes before replacing some loose strands of hair behind your ear. His quiet soon catches on, and you begin to think of the worst. Your shoulder comes to rest on the door that did not shut, and your mind begins to drift. Without knowing it, tears start to fall from the corners of your eyes and Minho shakes you from your trance. "Y/N!" Your eyes clear up and you stare at him, oblivious to the salty wetness gathering on your chin. He turns and faces you, and you can see the humor fading from his face. With a gentle finger, he brushes the tears away and then delicately kisses the trails that they left. You are embarrassed that he had seen you looking so weak, and try to apologize. "Minho, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. It's ridiculous to think that I'm the only one afraid here, and even if I am, I don't have to show it. I can be brave, like the rest of you. I'm sorry." Your gaze shifts from his eyes to your boots, and you stare holes into the ground. For the longest time Minho does not move, does not say anything. Then, he spontaneously lifts you by the waist and twirls you between the maze doors, setting you down and pecking your lips. "You'd be an idiot if you thought that crying is weakness. I spent the whole night bawling because I did not know if you would make it through the night alive, and when I heard the screams, I thought for sure that you were dead. I should be ashamed, but I am not, because I truly love you, and I am not embarrassed to show it. Please, feel free to cry. It helps me know that the Shuckhead warrior I know and love is human." You smile and finally look up to him again, noticing his puffy eyes and red nose for the first time. He was revealed just as he said you were- as a human being. You nod and he hugs you hard and tight, and then with a devious look, shouts out "Race you to the Homestead!" while looking over his shoulder. You knew that there would be work to do, but at the moment, you could not resist the offer.

Gally- The day after the griever attack, you go to help Gally rebuild a side of the Homestead so that it would be secure for the coming night. You are a builder, so normally you are able to patch a section of wood fairly quickly. Today it has taken you over two hours to fix a six by three foot area, and Gally has noticed. You continue to glance at all of the maze doors, sometimes with a frantic look in your eyes if someone in the glade drops something too close or too loud. He can tell that you are uptight, but does nothing but stare as he moves around, finishing all of the boards you should have gotten to by now. After an eternity, you place the final nail into a knot in the wood and just as you swing your hammer back Gally rushes over and grabs it from your hands. "What was that for?" you ask, slightly annoyed that you could have been finished. "You were about to hammer your shucking hand so I thought I would save Jeff and Clint the trouble." You glance down to see your hand in the place of the nail that you swore you had placed there simply moments ago. Looking back at Gally's face, you could not tell whether he was angry or said at you. In a moment of weakness, you broke down, letting tears slip out and mumbling an "I'm sorry" to Gally. He says nothing, but stoops down and picks you up in his arms, walking slowly to the hammocks. With a plunk, you are in his, and he opens the blankets before climbing in next to you. Still silent, he hugs you tight and your head falls to his chest, limp. Gally kisses the top of your head and then rests his on it, enveloping your body in his large one. "Y/N, I love you. I love you and I will always protect you. I promise on this whole shucking glade and everything in it. I love you Darling". With this being his final statement, you nuzzle your head in his neck and fall asleep beneath the gray sky before the grievers bring terror once again.

Hope you like!! Sorry about Newt's being so long, I got carried away. Enjoy 😊