You run through the maze doors, panting and in pain. You had had a run in with a griever, and it had slammed you against the wall, but your wrist was pinned between your body and the wall. Your 99% sure you broke it.

You fall onto the ground, to tired from getting away from the griever to stand at the moment. When boys see you run in, they start running up to you to see what's going on. Gally, Georgie, and Jeff get to you first, kneeling down next to you, and shouting questions.

"What the shuck happened," Georgie shouts.

"What the hell (Y/n)," Gally.

Jeff doesn't say anything. He just starts examining your wrist, laying it gently over your stomach. You don't answer any of them as more boys run to the scene. You just lay on the ground, eyes closed and panting.

There's a lot of commotion around you, but you can't really focus on anything until one voice shouts over all the others. "What the bloody hell is goin on," you hear your boyfriend shout over everyone else. The boys go silent, and they make a small path from Newt leading to you. He rushes to your side as quickly as his limp would allow him, and kneels down next to you, Gally scooting over to make room for him. "(Y/n)," he asks in a worried tone.

You peel your eyes open slightly, and see the terrified look on his face. "Griever," you breathe out tiredly, closing your eyes again, feeling sleep pulling you under.

"We need to get her to the medhut," Jeff says in a worried tone.

"Ok, Newt move," you hear Gally say, the boys shifting at your sides. You feel someone pick you up bridal style, and you assume it's Gally, cause he's your brother. He never fully approved of you and Newts relationship, but he tries his best to act civilized when your around.

You don't feel yourself being set down on a cot, cause your already asleep.

Time Skip my fellow slintheads

You wake up, and feel a blanket tucked up to your chin. You roll to your side with a groan, your wrist throbbing.

"(Y/n)?" You hear a British accented voice ask you. You peel your eyes open, and meet Newts gaze. You groan again, leaning up on one elbow. "Bloody hell (Y/n)," he exclaims, jumping up, and wrapping his arms around you. "I swear I'm gonna have a shuck heart attack if you scare me like that again," he tells you, keeping his arms wrapped around you. You melt into the hug, him holding most of your weight by his arms.

Eventually he lets you go, and sits back down on his stool, stroking your hair gently. You close your eyes at the contact, feeling content in that moment.

"I guess I'll have to be a little faster next time," you say, chuckling at the end. You hear Newt suck in a breath, and he stops stroking your hair.

"Um that's actually something I need to talk to you about," he says in a cautious tone. You look at him with a confused expression. "Alby called a gathering because of what happened today, and we all came to a conclusion. We all decided that," he takes a deep breath. "That you should not be a runner anymore."

Your face turns to one of complete shock. "Your kidding right," you ask with a nervous laugh at the end. Newt shakes his head softly. "Wha-what do you mean I can't be a runner anymore," you laugh in a peeved kind of way, sitting up in the cot, and dangling your legs off the side right in front of him. "I mean I'm one of the best runners. Even Minho says I would be his next pick for keeper, and now your saying I can't run anymore. What the heck. I mean did you at least try to convince them to let me keep running," you ask in an accusing tone.

"Babe I was the deciding vote to not let you run anymore," he tells you sadly. You look at your boyfriend, a look of betrayal on your face.

"You what," you asked in an angry tone, almost coming out like a growl.

Newt stands up in front of you, towering over you. "What was I supposed to do?! You could have been killed by that griever! What would you have expected me to do if you hadn't made it back before the doors closed," he exclaims, waving his arms around frustrated.

You stand up, getting in his face. "You were supposed to stick up for me," you growl. "Of all people you are the one who knows how much running meant to me. Of all the boys in this glade I would have expected you to at least try to fight for me. You were supposed to believe in me. You were supposed to stand by my side with all the decisions I made," you tell him in a dark tone, walking towards him, backing him up into the wall. "I know your worried about me, but I'm fine! I got away from the griever, and the only thing I have to prove it is this," you snap, holding your splinted wrist up. "Of all people your supposed to be the one who encourages me to get back in that maze one more day, telling me that we'll find a way out soon. Not the one who tells me that I can't be useful anymore."

"Bloody hell (Y/n) listen to yourself. You sound like your asking for a death wish," Newt snaps at you, agitated.

"Ya well maybe that's what I want! You ever thought about how being stuck here makes me feel? No! You ever ask me about how my day in the maze was? No! Have you ever said even one thing to encourage me to go run one more day? No! All you do is complain about me never being there for you! That I'm being stupid for running! That it's not safe, and they shouldn't let a girl do it! You ever wonder how that makes me feel!" You shout in his face, clenching your fists.

What he does next surprises you. He leans down, grabbing your cheeks in his hands, and smashes his lips to yours. At first you don't kiss back, but within three seconds your anger melts away. You kiss him back slowly, savoring the taste of his lips. His hands move slowly from your cheeks, to your hair, running his fingers through the (Y/h/l) strands.

He gently bites down on your bottom lip, making you gasp into the kiss and giving him the chance he needed to slip his tongue into your mouth. You battle for dominance, your fingers roughly grabbing at his blond hair. His hands glide over your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt, squeezing the bare skin of your waist. You moan into the kiss, pushing your body tighter against his.

His strong hands slide from your hips down to your thighs, his fingers caressing your soft skin. You get the hint, jumping up and hooking your legs securely around his waist, your free hand gripping his shoulder. He swiftly walks you to the cot, laying you back as he crawls over you.

His lips break away from yours, traveling down from your jaw to your collarbone. He kisses up to the crook of your neck, leaving love bites wherever he goes. You moan as he sucks a dark red spot just below your jawline, his tongue easing the soft pain before moving on to another sensitive area. His hands continue to roam over your body, slipping under your shirt. They move higher and higher, stopping just shy of your bra, his finger reaching up to caress the fabric.

He returns his lips to yours, the same amount of passion he started off with. Your nails dig into his shoulders, pulling his body against yours impossibly more. Your hand runs from his strong shoulders, up to his shaggy blond hair, tangling your fingers in the soft strands, while keeping the other at your side. He breaks away from you, panting, and resting his forehead on yours.

"I do," he whispers breathily. "I think about it every day. I wonder how your day in the maze went. I do wonder how all of this makes you feel. I do wish you were here with me all day, so I can make sure that your safe, and nothing happens to you. That's all I care about. Is making sure your ok, and I can't do that if your stuck in the maze," he tells you in a desperate tone. "Bloody hell (Y/n) of course I care. I care so much that I'm willing to put up a fight to get you to quit running. I care so much, that I try to not mention that we're still stuck in this hell hole. I care so much that I try to not put any pressure on your shoulders when you do go out and run, cause I remember what it did to me. It destroyed me, and I don't want the same thing happening to you," he whispers against your lips.

He gently presses his lips to yours, not in the harsh way like he was before. Just a single, gentle kiss, but it was full of passion. You break away slowly, keeping your foreheads together, and breathing in his scent.

"Ok," you whisper. "Ok," you repeat in an understanding tone. Newt let's out a sigh of relief, holding you to him.

"I love you so much," he whispers, pressing his lips to your again.

"I know you do," you whisper in between kisses. "I know."

Yo yo yo what up my fellow shanks! So this is just a cute idea I found off of the internet, so I decided to write it. I hope you like it, and sorry it's so short. I have an awful headache, and I'm trying to keep updating, but I'm falling behind. Please please please comment what you think, and send requests of you have them.
Also anyone who reads this please wish me luck! My soon to be little brother and sister are coming over tomorrow night, and their staying all summer. I'm freaking out, cause I have absolutely no clue how to be an older sister, but I want to say thanks to the people who gave me some advice on the A/n.
Anyways peace out for now. I love you all so much, and please stay safe and healthy!

Xoxo
Anna