The Maze Runner Imagines

-just borrowing it

A gust of wind blew about the glade making the branches on the trees sway back and forth and the fallen leaves to dance around you. I should have worn a hoodie, you thought to yourself as a shiver ran through you, producing goosebumps over your body.

Rummaging through your hammock, you stopped and sighed, remembering that you had sent yours to the wash. Tapping your foot, you scanned the other hammocks surrounding you, looking for a sweatshirt to take. Apparently, everyone else was prepared for the wind.

Not giving up, you wandered over to Newt's bunk. He was in a meeting so there was a high chance he didn't have his hoodie. You smiled, noticing the (y/f/c) piece of clothing laying there.

You were enveloped with warmth as you shrugged it on, making you sigh with relief. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you smiled as the scent of the gardens mixed with Newt entered your nose. You didn't know why but you loved Newt's scent.

Wrapping your arms around your body, you prepared yourself for the wind that waited for you outside.

Newt stretched, relieving the tension in his muscles from sitting still so long. The meeting had gone longer than expected, well, way longer and he just wanted to get out of there. Walking outside, a blast of wind made his step off balance.

Rubbing his hands over his arms to get warm, he started walking towards his the homestead, remembering that he left his sweater on his bunk.

Ready to get warm, he reached his bunk only to see that his hoodie was gone. He scrunched his eyebrows together and tipped his head to the side, as he tried to recall the last place he had it and after thinking hard he distinctly remembered leaving it here.

After trashing his bunk, he started foraging through everyones hammocks, trashing them as well but still not finding anything. Letting out a low huff, he marched out, keeping his eyes out for the culprit.

Spotting Thomas, he walked up to him, "Hey Tommy, have you seen my..." he stopped mid sentence when he noticed you. You were standing there in his hoodie which was way too big for you. It went down to about the middle of your thighs and the sleeves were too long, covering up your hands.

You shuffled uncomfortably under his gaze, looking down and biting your lip. "Uh..I think I've seen it." he watched you as you became flustered, your cheeks turning a light shade of red. He couldn't help but think you looked adorable wearing his sweatshirt.

"You think? (Y/n), you're bloody wearing it." he gestured at your body, a grin making its way onto his face. You giggled and looked down at yourself. "I couldn't help it, mine was dirty and everyone else was smart enough to take theirs..." you stopped when you saw Newt's eyebrow playfully raise. "So, you're saying I'm not smart? Okay, give it here." he reached his hand towards you, his palm facing up.

Biting your lip to restrain your smile, you shook your head. "(Y/n)..." he warned, but he couldn't control his smile any longer. Taking a step forward, you automatically took a step back.

Thomas couldn't help but smile either as he watched you go to run but Newt quickly grabbed you making you squeal with laughter. You squirmed as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. "Newt! Let me down!" you yelled but you were only answered by Newt's laughter.

Newt turned to Thomas, who was enjoying the amusement that was happening in front of him. "This should teach the slinthead to stop stealing people bloody hoodies, don't you think?" Thomas belted out in laughter and nodded. He watched as Newt made his way to the homestead, laughing as he pretended to almost drop you so you'd scream and clutch onto his shirt.