{highest ranking, #2 in TMR}
Just a bunch of imagines and maze runner gifs. I suck at descriptions, just read it slinthead....please?
(Btw I take requests just let me know, okay? Thanks babes.)
(Oh, also, I'm currently working on making it gender-ne...
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I know I've used this gif before, but oh well. Requested by ThomasNewt2922.
"Y/N, can you tell Thomas to bugger off." Newt whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist. You rolled your eyes.
"He's my brother, he's just being protective." You laughed. Newt frowned.
"Yeah well he keeps breathing down my neck every time I look at you." Newt mumbled. "I don't want to spend a day in a car with him watching my every move." He pouted. You kissed his cheek, standing on your toes.
"Then I'll talk to him. Don't worry about it." You smiled. Newt nodded and you patted his arm, walking off to pack your bag for the trip to WICKED. You could still hear the boys murmuring. You finished packing your bag and swung it back onto your shoulder. When you walked back to the Jeep, you could hear arguing.
"Tommy, I'm not going to do anything." Newt said, folding his arms over his chest.
"Y/N's not sitting with you in the car. I'll sit with Y/N, okay?" Thomas said. Newt rolled his eyes.
"Next thing I know you'll want to share a tent with. Y/N too." He grumbled. Thomas nodded.
"Yeah, actually, that's not a bad idea. Not that I don't trust you Newt, but I don't trust you with Y/N." Thomas said tensely. Newts eyes flashed with anger, and his fists clenched into fists at his side.
"Why the bloody hell not? It's not like I've ever done anything to Y/N. Stop being so shucking overprotectiv-"
"Hey! Enough, both of you." You demanded, throwing your bag of stuff into the trunk of the car.
"Tommy, slim it. Newt, calm down." You said, putting your hands on your hips.
"Sorry." Newt mumbled. Thomas nodded, hanging his head.
"We're leaving in ten minutes." Jorge called, climbing into the front of his Jeep. I cleared my throat.
"Newt, can I talk to you for a second?" You asked. He nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. You led him around to the side of the camp, leaning against the empty wall of an abandoned building.
"Um, what the shuck was that!" You hissed, your tone sounded like you were yelling even though the volume was as if you were whispering.
"I don't know, I just...I'm sick of him acting like we're both kids. He's not even older than us!" Newt explained, waving his hands around. You hadn't seen him this annoyed since the glade.
"I'll sit with you in the Jeep, don't worry. You guys need to stop arguing though. We can't have you guys getting into a fight in the middle of WICKED." You explained. Newt nodded slowly.
"I'm sorry. It's just...." he trailed off. Newt focused on the ground, digging the toes of his shoe into the dirt.
"What's wrong?" You asked quietly. Newt but his lip, his eyes starting to water.
"It's nothing." He whispered, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand.
"Clearly it's something. You can tell me anything, Newt." You said, holding onto his arm.
"I...I'm infected, Y/N. And he just makes my blood boil sometimes." Newt said, You stood, stunned as a tear rolled down his face.
"What?" You finally choked out. Newt sighed, rolling up his jacket sleeve. Purple veins stood out on his arm.
"I'm infected." Newt sobbed, finally letting the tears out. You pulled him into your arms, but you were too numb to cry. You had known you were immune.
You held Newt there, and he shook in your arms.
Sorry, this is really sad. Part two will be up tomorrow.
