SEQUEL TO LOVE ME AGAIN-Newt and the reader try to keep their love alive despite WICKED following their tails.

The Maze Runner imagines I write imagines for all your favourite (and the most underrated Gladers). I do write smut. Enjoy!

Y/N was sent up to the Maze midway through the trials due to her disobedience and disloyalty to W.I.C.K.E.D. She becomes a sister to all the Gladers but becomes quite close with a certain blond boy with a funny accent. Is it love? Or something that will cause everything to fall apart? When a twist in the trials occur, how will Newt cope with it all, how will the whole Glade cope? Will it be a happy ending? Just wait and see... DISCLAIMER: - Don't own Tmr series, the Amazing James Dashner does - I don't own you, you own yourself - I didn't create the cover, this amazing cover was made by @fandomfuneral who is awesomely talented, show them some love I OWN: - Variations in the story line - Some characters that are not mentioned in JD's books - The words that are written in this book (Apart from quotes from the book)

So, basically one day we realized that Newt is a fuckboy at heart. Something that was also realized was that Newt had kinks. Quite a few of them actually. This is a book about every single one we figure out. (Plus some feels thrown in along the way.) Done with the help of @crybabynewt @xdylansbootyx Go follow them both and check out @xdylansbootyx smut imagines to see some kinks in action and all that good stuff. Cover by @Ethereal394

all credit goes to the authors

The reader and Newt used to be together until he was sent into the Glade. Years later, the reader sees him again and tries to restore his memory of her. Multi-chapter.

Even time hasn't cooled the flame. This story is officially being continued by user @thirlwclls.

101 Imagines about Thomas Brodie Sangster.

Before you went into the Maze. Before you were dropped into the Scorch. Before you escaped from the very people who raised you -- you worked for them. Brought to WICKED headquarters when you were no older than seven years old by your father, you were employed by them. You made friends. You met a guy. You were as close to happy as it was possible to be with the world half in flames; so happy, in fact, you almost wished you hadn't found out what they were really trying to do. What they intended to do to you. To Alby, Minho, Thomas. To Newt. You almost wished you didn't have to stop them. Almost.