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Stone Cold Heart - Minho x (y/n)

Hey can you do a longer imagine where Y/N has been a runner for a while and she has been stuck in the maze for a night and survived but her friend that was with her died. So now she is brutally sarcastic and stone cold. When Mihno comes up they don't get along but the he finds her breaking down and comforts her, please!! BTW I love your writing. Requested by @fandomingforever.

Word Count: 2253

Warnings: PTSD mention

Flashback

You were running like your life depended on it. In fact, it did depend on it. You were being chased by a griever and trying very hard not to slip and fall on the very large puddles of water spread around the maze. You thought back to how this had happened. You had thought you’d found a way out but it had just led to a dead end. Your partner had taken a different route and you told each other to meet at a specific spot. You were heading towards there but you didn’t spot him. Once you got there you spotted a limp body. You covered your mouth in horror. You looked towards the sky and noticed it darkening. The body moved and groaned. You gasped in surprise. The griever was coming right around the corner. Your first instinct was to run but then you remembered that your partner had displayed signs of life. You couldn’t just leave him. You dragged him to a nearby vine covered wall and shoved him underneath. Then you climbed in after him. He sat up and rubbed his head. You checked his body cautiously to make sure there were no griever stings. Luckily you found none. You held your breath as the griever moved past you swiftly. You turned to your partner. “What happened?”

“I saw it.”

“Saw what?”

“The way out.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Where is it?” You asked shaking him slightly. He mumbled incoherently. You shook him harder. “Where is it?!” You demanded.

He opened his mouth to respond but was pulled back suddenly by a strong force. Suddenly he was face to face with a griever. “Run (y/n)!” He yelled.

You wanted to scream and yell, “I’m not leaving you!” Unfortunately, you knew how headstrong he was and how right he was. It was foolish to stay and get killed. The gladers had no use for two dead runners. Plus, you needed to get back to the maze doors before they closed. With a reluctant sigh, you turned and ran for your life. Drowning out the screams of your partner you ran and ran and ran, your vision slightly blurred due to the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Finally, you made it to the maze doors to find them already closing. Your best friend Newt stood at the other end struggling against the grip of the other gladers to get to you.

”(y/n)!” he screamed. “Run!”

This seemed to snap you out of your trance while the maze doors were closing and inching closer together every second. You frantically ran towards the entrance only to have the doors close only seconds before you reached it. That was it. You broke down crying and screaming and banging your fists against the maze doors until they were bloody and bruised. You heard Newt putting up a fight at the other side, his screams echoing throughout the dark maze.

Present Time

Newt put his hand on your shoulder. “Are you alright?”

You turned to face him and nodded. He seemed to sense that your emotions were far from fine. He could only imagine the horrors you must have been through. Hell, he’d been a runner himself and he still couldn’t shake his nightmares away at night. He engulfed you in a warm hug, gently rubbing your back to calm you.

“It’s alright. You’re safe now. I know you’ve been thinking about that night but it’s all behind you now.”

“He knew where the exit was Newt. I could have sacrificed myself so he could live. So he could tell you how to get out of here. You could have all been safe. You never would have injured your leg. It’s all my fault.”

“Shhh. No. Don’t say that. He didn’t die because of you. I chose to do what I did. Nothing was your fault.” Newt said, trying to calm you down.

“Newt!” Alby called from across the glade. Newt’s head shot up quickly when he remembered that the box was coming up today.

“Come on.” Newt said, pulling you with him towards the center of the glade. You followed him and stood at the edge of the box waiting for it to come up. Suddenly the familiar rattle of the rusty old metal came into sight. The box opened to reveal a tall Asian boy with black hair. You stared at him and he stared right back. Your first thought was, “Boy does this kid have guts or what?” Most of the people couldn’t hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds because of your detached persona and constant sarcastic comments. You were well aware of the reputation you had built of yourself. It was all part of the act you put on to tell yourself you were alright. If everyone thought you were normal no one would care to find out who was crying in the middle of the night. Not even Newt knew about your nighttime breakdowns. The kid kept on looking at you. You scowled at his face and turned away. You walked away from the box entirely. You watched from a safe distance as the others pulled the kid from his dazed state in the box and set him on his feet. He looked around. Surprisingly his face didn’t show any fear. He looked calm and knowing. You hated that stupid look on his face. In fact, you hated him. You didn’t know why but something about him seemed familiar and you didn’t like it one bit. He looked around and soon his eyes landed on your figure, sitting in the distance. Your eyes looked into his and he sent you a smirk. You hated that you flushed red at this. You looked away quickly. Soon Newt took the kid by the arm and led him away for the tour. You turned back around to get your tools so that you could continue your work in the gardens. Still, you couldn’t shake off the thoughts of the mysterious boy that were swarming and invading your mind.

Time Skip

The bon-fire had long gone out and the dying ashes were floating around in the dark sky as you took a seat on an abandoned log. The kid you learned was named Minho had done well in fighting Gally and had earned an impressed look from you but nothing else. You were sure if he asked about you that Newt would have already filled him in on all the details. They seemed to be getting close. You watched the glowing orange embers floating around your head and suddenly you were hit with a huge wave of nausea. Your head spun and the world around you blurred. You got flashes of a griever and your former partner. You saw yourself leaving him behind. You took a deep breath in. This happened frequently enough for you to know how to calm yourself down without needing the help or assistance of a medic. You always had the same vision. The same night. The same scene. It haunted you every day. This time it seemed a thousand times worse. Your breathing didn’t steady and instead became more and more erratic until you couldn’t breathe anymore. You felt like you were spinning and you couldn’t stop. You felt your body jerking erratically and thrashing. Everything became distorted and soon enough you felt yourself falling, falling, falling endlessly and you couldn’t steady yourself. Suddenly strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you up. You gasped and regained your breath. You panted heavily and put a hand over your heart to calm the racing organ.

“You alright?” a voice came from behind you. You turned around to see a blurry tuft of black hair. Your eyes came back into focus and you realized it was Minho.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You said. You turned around and curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth. Your legs were tucked into your body and your arms protectively wrapped themselves around your shivering figure. Minho didn’t say a word and instead of going away did the exact opposite and sat down right next to you. You sighed in exasperation at his boyish acts and scooted away from him. He scooted closer. You scooted away again. He came even closer. You emitted a low growl from your throat and kicked his shins. This time, he didn’t retaliate. You kicked him again and again.

“Would you please stop kicking me?” He said. There wasn’t a hint of angry in his voice and it confused you.

“Would you please stop… I don’t being so you?”

“Did you just ask me to stop being me?”

“Yes…”

He laughed. You glared at him.

“Would you please stop being so loud?”

“Why?”

“Because you might wake someone up.”

“And… why is that a bad thing?”

“Because then we’ll be punished for being out of bed so late and you’ll have an excuse because you’re a greenie, but I won’t. They’ll ask me why I was out so late and no one knows about my little attacks.”

His eyes widened. “No one knows about it? Why not. You were in a dangerous position there. Your body was pretty much failing, that was the worse panic attack I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, I know someone is going to be a medic.”

“Medic? Nah. Newt said I’d probably be a runner.”

You snorted. “A runner? Huh. Didn’t peg you for that type. You know I was once a runner.”

“You were? Huh. Didn’t peg you for that type.” He retorted, mimicking you.

You gave him a serious look.

“I was the best runner in the glade.”

“Was?” He questioned.

“That panic attack I had was from when I spent a night in the maze.”

“You’re lying. Newt said that no one spends a night in the maze.” You shook your head.

“Newt always tells the greenies that no one spends a night in the maze because once they see me they’ll be all, ‘What happened to them?’ and once he tells them I once spent and survived a night in the maze they won’t want to be a runner.”

“Whoa. You’re the product of what happens to someone if they spend a night in the maze?”

“Probably. You might have a different experience. I saw my partner get eaten by a griever and I did nothing. It scarred me for life.” You sat sadly staring at the orange embers dying in the bon-fire. He stared at you. Then he shifted standing up and pulling you up with him.

“What?”

“What do you say you relive your old glory days and race me?”

You laughed. “You wouldn’t survive, what with your broken shins and all.”

“What broken- ow. Cheater!” he said as you kicked his shins one more time. You took off to the other side of the glade as fast as your legs could carry you. The wind blew into your face and you were hit by another flashback. A good one. You remembered running around the glade with Newt chasing after you. You didn’t know who he was at the time but you remembered being entranced by his accent before realizing where you were and taking off into a sprint. This was a memory from a happier time. When you first came up in the box Newt had immediately taken you under his wing. Suddenly you fell and rolled to a stop right at the edge of the maze. Minho came up to you seconds later, panting with heavy breaths.

“Whoa… you’re fast.” He said with amazement.

You patted the grass next to you and motioned for him to sit. He eyed you suspiciously.

“You’re not going to kick me again are you?”

You let out a breathless laugh and shook your head. He took the seat. It didn’t take him long to start asking questions again.

“So after that night in the maze… did you ever try to run again?”

“Once. About three weeks later I ran with the other runners. I asked Newt if I should run again and he told me I didn’t have to but it was my choice. Later when I was getting ready, Newt wanted to come with me because he was still a runner back then. But I told him I was fine and ready. I wasn’t. I fainted near a wall near the tricky part of the maze. Luckily Newt was running at the time and he dragged me back.”

“You said Newt was a runner what happened?”

“He tried to kill himself by jumping off the maze walls but only broke his leg. That was the same day he was wandering around the maze and found me lying unconscious. When we got back both Newt and Alby talked to me. They thought I laid there specifically so that I would die. They thought I was trying to kill myself. But then I told on Newt and he got mad at me. We were on thin ice for a week before we made up and now I work in the gardens with him.”

Minho was silent for a while before he moved his hand to link it with yours. You looked at him but he still showed no emotion. You sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder. As you both lay there looking up at the stars you realized this was the most content you found yourself in a while. You decided you liked it.

Imagine Newt hearing you scream his name for help

(y/n): Newt!

Newt: *gif* Oh my god, (y/n) is in trouble. *drops everything and runs towards your voice*

Gladers: *look at each other*

(not my gif)

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Imagine Thomas questioning your abilities as a runner because you’re a girl and Newt defends you

Thomas: Are you sure it’s safe to send her out there?

Newt: (y/n)? Yeah of course it’s safe. She a good runner, smart and fast.

Thomas: Yeah, but I mean she’s a girl. Shouldn’t she go with someone?

Newt: No. She’s perfectly fine on her own. She’s better than all of you lot. Better than Minho even.

Thomas: What if she doesn’t make it though? I mean, what if-

Newt: Shut up Tommy. You’re a bloody idiot. You haven’t been in the glade that long so you don’t really know her. So don’t talk klunk about someone if you aren’t aware of their abilities.

Thomas: ...ok

(not my gif)

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Imagine your boyfriend Minho and your brother Thomas finding a piece of your clothing in the maze

Minho: *gif* Shuck...

Thomas: Oh god no. Not her. Anyone but her.

Minho: I’m afraid so shank. What will we tell Alby and Newt?

Thomas: We won’t tell them. If her clothing is here she might still be alive.

Minho: I don’t know Thomas. That seems pretty unlikely.

Thomas: She was a good runner. I know she’s still alive.

(not my gif)