"Please, don’t do this." He pleaded, tears building up in his beautiful eyes as he stood in front of you. And it almost worked, almost.
"I can’t Stiles. I’m done. I can’t do this any longer" You sighed, trying to make him understand.
"But I love you."
"I know. Which is why you have to let me go."
"I don’t know, you’re a smart guy. You’ll figure it out."
"What if I can’t? What if I can’t ever get over you?"
"Hey, look at me." You spoke softly, placing a hesitant hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense beneath your touch.
"You’ll meet someone, someone great. Who’s special, and is perfect for you. But Stiles… I’m not the one you’re looking for."
"You’re wrong." He shook his head, staring intensely into your eyes.
"You’re wrong.” He repeated, his gaze flicking down to your lips and you suddenly became truly aware of just how close you were standing.
"Stiles…" Your protest was interrupted by a pair of soft lips kissing you hungrily, desperately for something to last.
"I love you." He breathed against your lips.
"I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going to push me away."
"You’ve made a choice. Now I’m making mine. You. I pick you, always."
It was a beautiful autumn day, the sun peeking through the clouds and the brightly colored trees lit up the scenery. A boy was walking slowly, raising up his red hoodie to protect his face from the cold wind. Realizing the time, he picked up the place. He couldn’t be late for the meeting.
Breathing harshly, he entered, slowing his pace down. Smiling, he removed the hood and sat down in the grass.
"Hiya, sorry I’m late. My baby finally gave up on me, don’t worry though, she’s doing fine. I’ll just have to walk for a while."
"I know, you always complain about how it would break down one day, guess you were right. As always. You always have to be right, don’t you? It’s still annoying by the way." The smile faded away from his lips, and he started to play with the strings, looking down at his feet.
"This is so strange. I’m just waiting for you to show up and laugh at me, or tell me when I’m being a jerk. So much for being a smart guy huh?" He chuckled lightly, shaking his head.
"You’re way smarter than me. And braver. Remember that time we pranked Derek? Wow, he was pissed, I was about to run for the hills. But you? You stood there and looked at him, like he was a kid throwing a temper tantrum." The image of you with your crossed arms and coked eyebrow cause a small smile to spread across his pale face.
"You were never scared. It drove me nuts, being the one to be cared for rather than to take care. Or maybe you were, but you never showed it. Not even when… not even when you knew what was going to happen." A tear fell down his cheek, and he brushed it away angrily.
"Sorry, I know you hate when I do that. I don’t look nearly as beautiful as you, my weeping angel."
"Fuck, I’m sorry. I couldn’t save you… maybe I could have. Done something. You gave me the world, I just wish that what you got was enough." Glancing up he ran a hand over the polished surface.
"I love you. Thank you, for letting me know you. I swear I’ll try and make you proud."
"Night angel." He stood up, and place the bouquet of flowers beneath the grave stone. "I’ll see you later."
Warning; Spoilers about Newt if you haven’t read all three books.
"Shuck!" Newt’s sudden exclaim startled you where you were crouched down working on the garden, promptly sitting down in surprise. Ouch. Wincing, you turned around to glare at the second in command, though the anger vanished quickly when you saw him sprawled out on the ground.
"Are you okay?" You hosted yourself up and walked over to him. No reply.
"Newt?" The words were barley over a whisper as you gently prodded his shoulder.
"This isn’t funny you know. Get up." Still nothing. Panic started to rise within you. No, no, no. You rolled him over, desperately trying to remember the basic training you learned a couple of weeks after you first arrived to the Glade. Holding your breath, you leaned in over his face to listen for breathing, not exhaling until you felt something warm tickle your cheek.
"Thank shuck." You sighed, noticing a large gash across his forehead where he must have hit it going down. Out of solutions, there was definitely no way you could carry him back all by yourself, you ripped off a piece of your shirt and tied it around his head to stop the bleeding. Pressure is the most important part.
At a loss for what to do next, you ran your hands gently over his body to look for any other injuries, thankfully nothing besides his limp. Okay, I’ll just have to wait for him to wake up. That’s all. Everything will be fine. There was no other option for this to end.
"Don’t you bloody dare go anywhere. We have a deal, remember?" You muttered to the unconscious boy in your arms.
"Ow." A low groan stirred you from your sleep, groggily, you opened your eyes.
"Oh, you’re awake." At the realization, you shot straight up, cringing a bit at your stiff neck. The floor was not a comfortable place to sleep on.
"What happened?" He stared puzzled.
"You hit your head, I almost thought you were dead there for a second… But then I thought, he would never be that stupid, you know. To get himself killed inside the maze." He didn’t smile like you thought he would. He didn’t do anything, but flicking his gaze up at the wall, tightening his jaw.
"Newt?" You were starting to freak out again for the second time today, though this was something entirely different. "Please, say something." You pleaded, at the verge of tears.
"I’m sorry." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Remember when I told you I used to be a runner?"
"Well, I never told you how I got this limp, did I?" You had a feeling you wouldn’t like what was coming next.
"It doesn’t matter…"
"Yes it does. I want you to know. Perhaps you will stop seeing me like this perfect person who haven’t done anything wrong. I’m not perfect, I’m not even close."
"I can’t, you have to know. I need to get this off my chest." His gaze turned back to you, more intense than you have ever seen them before.
"I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up those bloody walls and jumped right off. I hated that place."
"Not so perfect now, am I? It’s okay, you can go if you want."
"No. I’m not going anywhere, not without you. We’re a package deal, where you go, I go. Got it?"
"Good that." He smiled softly, placing a kiss on your lips.
"We will get out of here." You promised, knowing that this was something you would make happen, for him you’d do anything.
"There is something more than this."
"I believe you."
"Watch where you’re going, shank." Gally shouted as you almost knocked into each other, barely dodging him at the last second. Biting you tongue, you ignored him and continued walking. Or at least, that’s what you planned on doing. Though it seemed he had other plans, as a hand was placed on your arm in a firm grip, forcing you to stop.
"Let me go." You spoke, not bothering to turn around.
"Look at me when I’m talking to you, greenie.” Annoyed, though just wanting to get out of there as quickly as you could, you obliged and turned your head to glare back at him.
"I’m looking. Now let me go."
"Hey, lose the attitude girly. I’ve been here a lot longer than you. If I were you, I’d watch myself. You do not want to get on my bad side." As if to prove his point even further, the grip tightened.
"Like wise, Gally.” You hissed, purposely raising your voice, effectively getting the attention of others nearby. “Now, get off me.”
"You - " He started, inching closer.
"Hey, what’s going on here?" The second in command interrupted, breaking up what could very well have turned into a fight.
"Nothing." You said simultaneously, exchanging annoyed looks.
"Good, well, let’s get back to work then? It ain’t gonna bloody do it on it’s own." Newt ordered, casting you a final look before turning his back and taking his own advice. Breathing out, you rubbed your arm as you were finally free from his hold and walked off.
Your peace was interrupted by a pair of footsteps approaching.
"Not now Chuck." You sighed, closing your eyes.
"Not Chuck." A voice answered, one who was well familiar.
"Did Newt send you to check up on me Tomas?" You cracked one eye open to look at him.
"I, eh, no." Flustered, he rubbed his neck. "No one sent me okay, I just wanted to see how you were doing."
"I’m fine. Go let them know that would you?" Completely ignoring your remark, he sat down beside you and started to play with the grass.
"Are you sure? I mean, he’s a shuck face and all… but he’s not really that bad once you get to know him."
"Well Tommy, if that’s what you’re feeling, maybe you should ask him out." Jokingly, you nudged his shoulder, coaxing a laugh out of him.
"He’s not my type." Shaking his head, he looked at you.
"No? So you do have a type Mr Thomas?"
"And what might that be?"
"Well, I’m looking at her right now,"
"Aw Tommy, are you trying to woo me? Is that it?"
"Trust me, I haven’t done anything yet. You would know when I did." He grinned, surging forward to place a passionate kiss on your lips.
Hiya fellow runners,
I just wanted to let you know that my ask is always open for requests, wether its an imagine or an idea for a preference. Or just even a plot for something you think I should write.
Send your name, person or people you want to have the imagine / preference with. It would be extra nice if you already had an idea of what you would like to happen.
So, by all means, send them my way and I will write them as good and as quick as I can.
When you woke up in the box, there was only one thing you could remember, and you had no idea why. It wasn’t your name, something about yourself, or even someone you remembered knowing. All you had was a face of a young boy who was grinning widely, missing a tooth. And you couldn’t understand how it happened.
Because no one remembers anything from their past life, at most their name, some aren’t even fortunate enough to have that at the very least. You had still yet to know yours.
"Don’t worry about it greenie, it will come to you." They assured you, Thomas, Newt… everyone. Even Gally who seemed to be the grumpiest person in the Glade was offering some encouragement.
"Slim it shank, it either will or it won’t. There’s no point in fussing about it. Get back to work." Well, he was Gally after all. But you did what you were told, because it kept you busy and out of trouble. And with less time to think, it was a dangerous thing.
No one knew about it, that boy who kept appearing in your dreams. He seemed to be saying something, but you didn’t know what it was.
Three months after you first woke up with the dream, you finally had an answer. You knew who it was. How could you not have realized it earlier?
"Minho." You whispered softly, not wanting to wake the others still sleeping. Unable to stay put any longer, you quietly got up and headed for the gardens. There was just something about them that had a peaceful effect on you.
Barley paying attention, you walked right into a wall, who had arms that held you firmly in place, saving you from meeting with the damp ground.
"Hey, look where you’re walking Red." His nickname for you still didn’t make much sense, but you liked the way he said it. And it was way better than greenbean.
"Sorry." You felt a familiar warmth spread across your cheeks and you noticed a small smile spreading across his face.
"What are you doing up this early anyway? Usually, I have to drag you up."
"I couldn’t sleep."
"Okay. So, everything’s good?"
"Yeah, I’m fine. You?"
"Good, as usual. " It got kind of quite for a while, none of you sure of what to say next. You were still processing what you came out here for.
"Well, I better go and wake up Tommy." He started to walk off, and you almost let him. Almost.
"Minho, wait." Your shout made him stop promptly and jog back.
"Wow, it must be serious. You never call me that."
"I need to tell you something, and I need you to let me finish before you say anything. Can you do that?"
"Okay." Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth and admitted to everything that’s been going on in your head. Well, maybe not everything. The most important part. A sense of regret washed over you when you glanced up and looked at his shocked face.
"Um, I’m sorry I shouldn’t… I should go."
"No, I’m… Just give me a second to process this. You kind of just dropped this bomb on me." Biting your lip, you nodded, waiting for him to break the silence, hating every second of waiting.
"So, you’re saying you knew me from before, we knew each other?" A nod.
"And you know this because you have been dreaming about this kid’s face for months, a kid that reminds you of me?" Another nod.
"What?! That’s it?"
"What do you wan’t me to say? I believe you, I trust your words. I kind of felt like there was this connection between you and me, like I should remember you."
"Yeah. And besides, I always knew you dreamt about me." He grinned.
"Bloody shuck face." You shook your head, unable to stop the smile. No matter what he did you could never stay mad at him for long.
"Love you too babe."
You weren’t quite sure of what had caused you to wake up. Confused, you opened your eyes, only to discover that there was some light seeping through a crack in the rough stonewall. It was dawn, you had survived the night.
Then you heard a noise breaking the serenity. And again, and again. Then the wall started to move, sending little rocks and sand down on you. You covered your face after a while, cringing as the sound grew louder and louder, and you started to cough. Then suddenly, it stopped, and there was a lot more light in there.
Hesitantly, you slowly moved your hands, glancing to your side. There, standing with the biggest grin you had ever seen, was an exhausted person, gripping some kind of makeshift axe in his hands. The soft sunlight made him seem like an angel, giving his dark locks a golden crown.
"Thomas" The words were out before you even realized you had spoken.
"I told you, everything would be fine." He spoke softly, and reached out a hand. "Let’s go home." That word had never sounded better to you.
"Okay." You returned his smile and he helped you out of there and slowly but surely you walked back to the doors.
When you got there, they were already open, all the Gladers standing there anxiously waiting.
"Look, they’re coming!" Chuck yelled eagerly, pointing to your approaching figures. "They’re okay."
"Of course they are." Newt smiled, which turned into a frown when he spotted you. If anything, Thomas’ shouting made the entire maze sure of wether you were hurt or not.
"Give me a hand will you, shanks? Help me get her to the med-jacks." Normally, you would have fought it all the way, but frankly you didn’t have the energy to do much more than keep moving forward, him practically carrying you. "Now." He added, and chaos erupted. Oh boy.
A couple hours later, when things had quieted down, you slowly made your way out to your favorite spot, almost falling over trying to sit down, though a pair of strong hands held you firmly in place.
"Easy there greenie. Wouldn’t want to break another bone now would we?" Thomas gently helped you to sit somewhat comfortably, leaning up against the tree trunk.
"Thanks." You muttered, closing your eyes for a second. It felt strange, having practically your entire body covered in bandages and plasters. Not to mention walking around with that crutch. You weren’t used to being this slow.
"Shouldn’t you be resting." He startled you, thinking he had left.
"I am. I’m just sitting here, aren’t I? I won’t be running again anytime soon…" Frustrated you knocked your head backwards.
"Hey, stop it okay? You’re lucky, you could have died out there. Being off duty for a while won’t kill you."
"Maybe." You sighed, playing with your hands. "Why did you do it?"
"Save me. You never told me why you ran back out."
"What kind of question is that? Why wouldn’t I save you?"
"I dunno. Why risk yourself getting killed to save me? I’m nothing, I’m no one." You finally turned to look at him. "I mean nothing." Suddenly, he looked angry, you had never seen him like that before.
"You’re not nothing. Listen to me." A warm hand brushed against your cheek and took your chin in a firm grip, unable to escape those honey colored eyes that were looking at you intensely.
"You are someone. You’re not nothing. I would to it all over again. Even if it meant dying to save you. Do you understand?"
"I don’t -" A finger placed over your mouth stopped you from finishing.
"You are not nothing, to me, you’re everything. I can’t lose you, I cant…" He took a deep breath. "I love you. Okay? I love you." To prove his point even further, soft lips were pressed against yours, fire erupting everywhere.
“I love you too, Tommy.” You gasped when you broke apart, breathless. For more reasons than one.
“But I swear, the next time you do something that stupid that get’s you killed, I will kill you. I need you, okay? Promise me you won’t leave. I can’t handle this on my own, definitely not being stuck with Gally.”
“I promise. You’ll be stuck with me.” He smiled and gave you another kiss.
“I should have done this a lot sooner if I had known how it was going to end.” He grinned, throwing you a wink, which you promptly answered by punching him in the stomach.
“I’m kidding, though I would really like to kiss you again.” You were perfectly fine with that. More than fine.
AN / Here you go, the final part of the imagine. Hope you like it!
When you were little, your mother used to tell you that freckles were kisses from angels. It always seemed strange to you.
"When did they kiss me mama?" You’d ask, in the most serious voice you knew, the same one she always used when asking you something important.
"When you’re sleeping love. So you better go to bed right now or they won’t come."
"Okay." You’d nod and snuggle up beneath the covers pretending to sleep to see when they came. Though you ended up falling dead asleep every time, waking up in the morning disappointed.
Of course, that was a while ago now, and you had grown up since then. No more tea parties, or playing in the sandbox or play chase with the neighbor kids. You’d realized a lot of things, learning the truth about others.
The thought of angels hadn’t crossed your mind at all, it was just something parents talked about to have their kids stay good and quiet. Obviously, there was so such things as an actual angel.
Or so you thought, before your life turned upside down and things you had never dreamed of came to light, and you finding yourself in the middle of everything.
It started out as any other day, until it wasn’t. You were walking back home, when out of nowhere, a person wearing a trench coat literally dropped from the sky right in front of you.
"Shit." You breathed, stunned for a second, then you kicked into action and rushed toward the figure.
"Where the hell did you come from?" You breathed dubiously, trying to check for a pulse.
"I didn’t come from hell." A gravely voice answered, startling you into jumping back up again.
"Obviously, you wouldn’t be falling downwards then, would you?" You shook your head in disbelief. He seemed perfectly fine.
"I wasn’t falling, I was attempting to fly. Though it was not as successful as I had hoped." Okay, wow. He rose quickly to his feet, being slightly taller than you were. He seemed physically fine anyway.
"Are you sure you’re okay sir. Perhaps you hit your head." Or maybe you hit yours.
"I’m fit as a violin."
"Fiddle. It’s fit as a fiddle."
"Why would a fiddle be fit?" He asked confused, turning his head sideways, fixing you with eyes. Who happened to be the most blue you had ever seen before. He was kind of adorable, reminded you of a kitten.
"Never mind. You sure you’re alright? Maybe I should take you to the hospital, that was quite the fall."
"I’ve had worse."
"Okay, if you’re sure…" You said hesitantly, not sure of what to do.
"Thank you, for helping."
"No problem, it’s not any day it’s raining men." You joked.
"It would be impossible for it to rain men." Clearly, he didn’t get it.
"It was a pun."
"Ah, I see. Dean have told me about those."
"Good. Well, it’s nice to meet you." You reached out a hand.
"You too." He nodded.
"You’re supposed to shake it silly."
"Oh, I’m having a hard time remembering all these things." He wrapped a strong hand around yours and shook it. "I’m Castiel."
You stood in your position for a moment wondering what you should do next. A few more seconds passed by and you had made your decision.
You started walking coming around the corner to see Minho, Thomas and Newt all in their same positions. You couldn’t help but keep you smile…