Kitten In The Glade - Newt (Maze Runner)

Kitten in the glade - Newt (Maze Runner)

Requested by Anonymous: ‘Could you possibly do a Maze Runner imagine where the reader finds a kitten in the Supply Box, but they want to hide it just in case the others don't like the cat and so Newt helps them? I also hope you're having a lovely day!’

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*Your POV*

Every week the gladers get supplies from the box. These supplies are taken by whoever needs them, and the box goes back down. However, one week, the box came up with a surprise for whoever found it. It just so happened that the one to be getting everything out of the box that week was Y/N.

As she passed the week’s supplies up to Newt, she heard a faint noise coming from behind a crate in the corner. Frowning slightly, she walked slowly towards the source of the noise. She gently pulled the crate out of the way, and looked into the corner. At first, the darkness made it hard to see what was in the corner, but when her eyes adjusted to the light (or lack thereof), her mouth dropped open slightly.

Curled up in a ball in the corner of the box was a small kitten with black and white fur. Uncurling itself slightly, it let out a gentle meow and stared at Y/N with big brown eyes, instantly melting Y/N’s heart.

“Hey little guy,” Y/N said softly, crouching down in front of it, “what are you doing in here?” The kitten looked up at her with what looked like sadness and confusion in its eyes and uncurled itself completely.

Reaching forwards, Y/N gently picked up the kitten and brought it closer to her. The kitten nuzzled into her hands, purring quietly. In doing this, the kitten had solidified its place in Y/N’s heart.

Y/N looked down at the little cat in adoration, which was soon replaced by concern. What would happen to this tiny cat if she let it loose in the glade? Would the other gladers like it? If she left it in the box, would the box go back down with the cat in it?

“Hey, Y/N!” Newt called down to her, interrupting her train of thoughts, “What are you still doing down there? Everything has already been taken out. You know the box won’t go back down with you in it.”

“Newt? Can you come down here for a minute?” Y/N asked, hoping her could help her decide what she should do with the kitten. She felt the box shake slightly as Newt jumped down into it.

“What’s going on?” He asked as he walked over to where she was still crouching with the kitten. He leaned over her shoulder to look at what she was holding.

“Where the bloody hell did you get the cat from, Y/N?” He asked in a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“It came up in the box. It was hidden behind a crate.” She explained, gently stroking the kitten that had fallen asleep in her arms.

“Well, are you gonna take it into the glade, or are you planning on leaving it here forever?”

“That’s the problem.” Y/N said. “What if the others don’t like it? What if something bad happens to it?”

Newt frowned slightly, thinking about what she said. After a few moments, he spoke up.

“We could hide it from the others.” He suggested, earning a startled look from Y/N.

“How are we going to be able to do that?”

“You could keep it in your room, and we can take it in turns to feed it, so no one gets suspicious of one of us.” He explained.

Y/N thought about it and a smile spread across her face.

“That could work. Thanks Newt!”

“No problem love. Does it have a name?” Y/N shook her head, thinking of possible names for the kitten. Suddenly, a name popped up in her head, making her smile again.

“Lets call him Isaac.” She said, happy with her choice of name.

Newt smiled. “Well then Isaac.” he said, “Welcome to the glade.”

Flower crowns

Your job in the glade is helping Frypan with the cooking, meaning that you find yourself with a lot of free time during the day.

Today, you find yourself with 2 hours before your next job. Wandering around the glade, you stumble upon a large patch of flowers. An idea springs into your mind. You sit down, smiling to yourself and start picking flowers and threading the stems together.

After making 3 flower crowns, you realise that if you’re going to make flower crowns for all the gladers, you will need a basket. Running into the Homestead, you find a basket with assorted objects in it. You tip the contents of the basket onto the floor and run back to the flower patch.

An hour and a half later, you finish your last flower crown and put it on your head. Brushing yourself down, you stand up and skip towards the kitchen with the basket on your arm.

Making your way towards the sink, you pick one of the flower crowns out of your basket and put it on Frypan’s head. He turns around and looks at you, confused.

“What did you just put on my head?” He asks. You smile and giggle slightly.

“It’s a flower crown Fry. I’ve made one for everyone!” He shakes his head and smiles.

After you finish cooking, the gladers all line up, waiting to get their food. As Frypan gives them their food, you put a flower crown on their head, recieving a few strange looks. You keep doing this until all of the gladers are wearing flower crowns.

You go and sit down at a table with Newt, Chuck and Winston after putting the serving equipment back in the kitchen.

“Nice to know that you spend your free time usefully, Y/N.” Newt says, nodding at the flower crowns and smiling.

“I would like to say that I do spend my time well Newt.” You reply, smiling and you start eating your food.

A few hours later, you go over to the maze doors with your last 2 flower crowns. One for Minho and one for Thomas.When they come jogging into the glade, you walk up behind them and place the flower crowns on their heads.

“How do I look Thomas? Am I beautiful now?” Minho jokes, pretending to flick his hair over his shoulder. Thomas stares at him in surprise and you burst out laughing.

“I think you look fabulous Minho.” You reply, seeing as Thomas is still staring at Minho like he has three heads. You decide that now would be a good time to leave and head back towards the Homestead. You get inside, but not before hearing one last remark from Minho.

“You see Thomas? Y/N knows how to treat a guy!”

Don't you dare throw that- Damn it! - Liam Dunbar

Requested by Anonymous: Prompt 11 with Liam?

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*Your POV*

It was a sunny Saturday in Beacon Hills, the first relaxed weekend the pack had in a long time. You were in your kitchen, browsing over different cupcake recipes, trying to decide on which one to make. Your boyfriend Liam was on his way over, having texted you a few minutes earlier, informing you of his visit.

After finally deciding on a chocolate chip cupcake with vanilla icing, you set about getting the ingredients and starting to weigh them out. When everything was ready, you started to work as quickly as you could without spoiling them. You knew that once Liam arrived, the chances of you actually doing anything productive, let alone remotely baking related were extremely slim, so you were trying to do as much as possible before he arrived.

Just as you were mixing it all together in the bowl, you heard the sound of a lock clicking and a door opening, signalling Liam’s arrival. Once he replaced the spare key in the hanging flower basket by your door, he entered the house, closing the door behind him.

“I’m here!” He called out to you, making sure that you were totally aware of his arrival.

“I’m in the kitchen.” You replied, still mixing the cupcake mixture. You heard him walking into the kitchen, and felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist a few moments later.

“What are you making? He asked, leaning forwards to taste some of the mix.

“I’m trying to make cupcakes.” You said, swatting his hand away from the bowl.

“What for?” He asked, trying again from the other side, only to receive the same result.

“I just wanted to do something that normal people do for once, instead of running around after werewolves and various other supernatural creatures.” You explained, opening the cupboard to get a baking tray out. Using this to his advantage, Liam quickly stuck his finger in the mix and, trying to be subtle, but failing horribly.

“Liam! They’re not even in the oven yet!” You exclaimed, scooping a handful of flour out of the bag and throwing it at his stomach. His eyebrows shot up.

“So that’s how you want to play it.” He smiled, grabbing a handful of the mix and throwing it at you. You squealed and ducked, making the mix fly over your head and hitting the cupboards behind you. You grabbed the bag of chocolate chips and started pelting him with a continuous stream of them. You turned around to find something else to throw at him, when you heard him laugh evilly. Turning around, you saw that he had picked an egg out of the container and was smirking at you.

“No no no!” You exclaimed, trying to find something to defend yourself with. “Don’t you dare throw that-” You were cut off by the egg colliding with your body, cracking and soaking your shirt. “Damn it!”

An idea popped into your head, and you smiled to yourself. You grabbed the bowl of mixture from the counter and ran over to the fridge, pulling it open. You grabbed random things, such as chilli, cream, olive oil and grapes and dropped them all into the bowl, creating a disgusting brown coloured mixture. You smirked and started walking towards him slowly.

He saw the bowl full of the slimy substance and a look of horror appeared on his face. He started to back away, until his back hit the wall.

“Have I told you how much I love you today? Because I really do.” He laughed nervously, trying to stop the possibility of having a mixture of whatever you had found in your fridge poured on him.

“I love you too Liam, but you’re not getting out of it that easily.” You smiled sweetly, before tipping the contents of the bowl over his head, laughing. His look of disgust and horror made you laugh harder, until you saw him spread out his arms and made his way over to you, before enveloping you in a very sticky bear hug. You squealed and tried to push him off you, but gave in and sighed happily.

When he finally let you go, you looked around the kitchen and sighed.

“This is going to take ages to clean.”

Imagine Minho annoying you over text.

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I was tagged by the lovely Renee (aka destinies-are-troublesome-things). Let’s get started!   

1. Write your name in song titles. 

 Amnesia - 5 Seconds of Summer 

Nobody’s Perfect - Jessie J 

Nasty - Pixie Lott 

Afire Love - Ed Sheeran 

2. Why did you choose your URL? 

 A lot of my personality is made up of my fandoms and thing that I like, so I wanted some way to represent that. 

3. What’s your middle name? 

Lucienne, after my great-great-grandmother. 

4. If you could be a fictional/fairy tale being, who would you be? 

I would love to have some sort of power/magic so probably someone like Wanda Maximoff or Hermione Granger. 

5. Favourite colour? 

Purple, red or turquoise. 

6. Favourite song? 

Probably either Riptide by Vance Joy or Photograph by Ed Sheeran. 

7. Top three fandoms? 

Oh god, probably Teen Wolf, The Maze Runner and The Avengers. 

8. Why do you like Tumblr? 

Tumblr is the first place I’ve been able to completely be myself and not be judged by anyone and be accepted into the community. 

9. Tag people 

I tag imagining-in-the-mcu, accal1a and shankitsune. Don’t worry if you’ve already done it.