Maze Runner Imagines

You Find Him Crying

Thomas Imagine:
Warning: None
Word Count: 466 words
Quick A/N: I figured out that listening to really sad love songs (like If you Want Love by NF, Out of Love by Alessia Cara, and Lovely by Billie Eilish ft. Khalid) over and over until you yourself are crying, you can write some pretty good crying imagines.

She walked inside Homestead, a common place she would be seen. She had a special room for herself inside of it, walled off from anyone that was sick. When she opened the door to her room, she was shocked with what she saw.

"Thomas?" She asked in a whisper. The brunette sat on her bed, tears gently falling down his face. He got up from where he sat and embraced her in his arms. The two immediately became friends when Thomas had be introduced to the Glade. He had been there for a few days, maybe even a week. [Y/N] never kept track of time because she found it pointless since she had been there so long. The boy continued to cry as his strong arms wrapped around the girl. "It's ok," She spoke. She didn't know what to say, how precisely comfort him.

"But what if it's not?" She heard him mumble. He released her from the hug, wiped his eyes rid of falling tears.

"Hey," She spoke, her eyes full of sorry. "What's wrong? Typically you're pretty positive."

"It's all too much to take in," He wouldn't look into her eyes. "The Maze. The Glade. Runners and that klunk." He sat back down on the bed, placing his head in his hands. "Call me a baby or whatever, but I don't want to be trapped here forever. I'm scared, [Y/N]. I'm scared we're never going to get out of here."

She sat down beside him with a sigh. "You have every reason to be scared, Thomas," She looked over at him, placing an arm around him. "We'll get out of here, though. I know it."

"You've been here for three years. How do you still believe in that?" Thomas asked, looking up from where he buried his head. His eyes were red and teary.

She looked at the door and nodded. She couldn't believe it's been that long. The fourth Greenie to enter the Glade, the first Greenie to become a Med-Jack, the first Greenie to spend days with Newt due to his injuries, the one who decided that the reasons why he was left with a limp should be hidden to the others, the only female. "Somehow, I just do," she turned to the boy. "And I think you should, too. If you put your mind to it, you'll figure it out. You showed off your speed when you got out of the Box. Maybe you'll be the one to get us out."

He shook his head. "I'll believe that we will be able to get out eventually, but I'm not going to believe the impossible," He faced her again and gave a slight smile. "This really helped. Thank you [Y/N]."

She smiled in response. "Anytime, Tom. Anytime."

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Newt Imagine:
Warning: None
Word Count: 477 words

She will admit it: she's been distant. Not just to Newt, but to the other Gladers as well.  Ever since Minho had recruited her as a Runner, it's been different. She was up early in the day, returned a few minutes before the Doors closed, and mapped late into the night. The two lovers barely got to see each other, and when they did, they could only have quick conversations before one of them had to run off to do something. Most of time, Newt arrived at their shared room to see a sleeping [Y/N], and when [Y/N] woke up, all she saw was a sleeping Newt. It was common for days to pass without them saying something other than "Good morning".

When [Y/N] had opened the door to their room after a long, stressful day of work, it surprised her to see Newt crying. "[Y/N]!" He spoke, startled. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't...I'll go." He got up, and went to walk out, but the girl blocked the doorway. She closed the door and stood in front of it.