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Running, Freedom, Salvation (14/?)

Prompt: “Run, run, run. That’s all we ever do. All we’ve ever done.” You paused, feeling the wind brush through your hair. Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself and met his eyes. “Do you think it’ll finally stop?”

Maze Runner: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

Scorch Trials: one - two - three - four - five - six

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Based off of: 20-25 minutes of Scorch Trials after the fifth part.

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Stepping out behind Newt, you groaned lightly. There was definitely not enough room for everyone in that car, and you ended up practically having to sit on top of Minho and Newt.

Brushing back a strand of lose hair, you stepped forward, eyes falling on the stacked pile of cars in front of you. That of which completely blocked your path.

“Well,” Jorge mumbled, “I guess we’re on foot.”

Following after the rests lead, you slipped your hand into Newt’s, sending a quick smile his way before gazing around yourself. Once again, you found yourself amazed by the scenery that surrounded you. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, and this world continued to amaze you again and again.

As your eyes drifted across the group in front of you, you couldn’t help but frown at Brenda, who, even from the behind, you could tell wasn’t fairing well. No one but Thomas and you truly knew what had happened to her in regards to her bite. But it was obvious soon the rest would too, by the way she was lazily and tiredly stumbling forwards.

For a while, there was just peace. You walked along with Newt, peering into cars every once in a while. Mainly out of curiosity and to see if there was anything valuable inside. You came up empty handed most of the time, pretty much all of the time, but you couldn’t help your peeked curiosity. Part of you wondered what had happened here. Where all the people who’d owned and been in these cars had gone, and what happened to them.

But then, your peace was interrupted by a gun shot. Almost immediately your hands flew above your head, crouching down slightly in worry. Newt’s arms fell around you as he shoved you down, tucking the both of you behind a car.

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Running, Freedom, Salvation (13/?)

Prompt: “Run, run, run. That’s all we ever do. All we’ve ever done.” You paused, feeling the wind brush through your hair. Taking a deep breath, steadied yourself and met his eyes. “Do you think it’ll finally stop?”

Maze Runner: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight

Scorch Trials: one - two - three - four - five

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Author’s Notes: Just for anyone who doesn’t know, or hadn’t read the books. Stephen is Thomas’s actual name, the name he was given by his parents.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Based off of: 20-25 minutes of Scorch Trials after the fourth part.

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You coughed, gagging as dust flew into your mouth.

For a moment, you were completely surrounded by darkness. Then, Brenda clicked on a flashlight, one you hadn’t even known she’d had, and you begrudgingly pushed yourself up.

“Are you okay?” She asked, glancing down at you. You nodded, choosing not to say anything as you glanced over to your left, frowning at Thomas who was still trying to catch his breath. “And, you?”

Sitting up himself, Thomas mumbled; “ah, yeah, great.”

You glanced up at the elevator you’d just been on, panting exhausted when you saw the pile of rocks that could’ve crushed you had you stayed there even a moment longer. Then, Brenda was turning, taking the flashlight with her as she glanced behind you all.

You felt your heart plummet when you saw the lack of escape routes.

“No, no,” Thomas huffed, “no, how are we gonna get back to the others?” Apparently, he’d been thinking the same thing as you.

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You Are Going To Have So Much Success In 2018 (pass it on)

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a Dilemma

i wanna start writing again but i don’t wanna starts ghosting y’all again after two imagines also i never can come up with good plots

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jumpsuit, jumpsuit cover me

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rb if you’d wipe all pedophiles off this earth

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Jake Gyllenhaal as a furious ferret enthusiast

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if you’re a baby gay and this is your first pride, watch your drinks! men are trash across all sexualities

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Romeo and Juliet (Part 8)

College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: College!AU - Bucky and Reader go to rival schools. Bucky is a football player and Y/N is a cheerleader, what happens when the two from opposing sides find themselves falling for each other.

word count: 1886

warnings: none

a/n: be a doll and reblog? :)))

part seven

“I’m heading out, see you later, Buck.“ Steve pulled the door behind him, followed by a comfortable silence now sitting in the apartment Bucky was alone in.

Bucky exhaled, taking a seat on the couch and grabbing the remote, channel surfing to find something remotely interesting. He stopped on a documentary, and tossed the remote on the cushion beside him. Not even a minute later, a knock came from the door, pulling Bucky’s attention away from the show.

Bucky chuckled to himself, pushing himself off the couch and lazily dragging his feet towards the door, “Dumb punk forgot his keys.”

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Romeo and Juliet (Part 7)

College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: College!AU - Bucky and Reader go to rival schools. Bucky is a football player and Y/N is a cheerleader, what happens when the two from opposing sides find themselves falling for each other.

word count: 2168

warnings: none

a/n: help a girl out and REBLOG THAT SHIT

part six

“What are you doing here?” Your body straightened, crossing your hoodie-clothed arms across your chest.

“I need to talk to you.” His shoulders were dropped, head tilted downward, eyes flitting between yours and the floor.

You kept your eyes trained on his, squinted in confusion, lips pursed in a flat line. The thought of him possibly showing up at your doorstep crossed your mind several times, but you never thought the idea would become a reality. Honestly, you weren’t sure how he knew where you lived.

You sighed, dropping your arms along with your stern facade and took a step aside and allowing access inside your apartment, “Come on in, Steve.”

Steve stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and following you into the kitchen at the gesture of your hand.

“Coffee?” You held out the mug to Steve, who only tilted his head to the side and raised his brows. You nodded and retracted your hand, pouring yourself a cup instead.

You made your way around Steve, taking your seat in comfort on your couch once again. Steve remained where he stood, only changing his direction from the kitchen, to you on the couch. He watched as you pulled the grey blanket back over your legs, taking a sip of coffee.

“You know why I’m here.” Steve stated, crossing his arms over his chest and one ankle over the other. His brown leather jacket crinkled at the crease of his bent elbow, his light brows mimicking the leather over his crystal eyes.

“Do I?” You shrugged innocently, only egging Steve on.

Steve scoffed, uncrossing his arms to place his hands on his hips instead, “Don’t play dumb,” He rolled his eyes, “I came to talk to you about Bucky.”

Chipping a piece of nail polish off your nails on your right hand, your left raised the pastel mug to your lips, “What about him?” You avoided using his name, the word leaving a bittersweet residue in your mouth.

“He’s miserable, Y/N.”

You scoffed this time, as if it were a reflex. Shaking your head once, loose hairs swinging in your line of sight. The polish was almost completely gone off your middle finger of your right hand, and your left ached from holding the mug so tightly, but you didn’t change hands, you kept your gaze on your nails.

Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He knew you weren’t going to talk, especially to him, “Look, I’m not asking you to take him back. I’m just asking you to hear his side of the story.”

Steve lightly pushed himself off the wall, knowing he would get no reply, and let himself out. The door shutting finally allowed you to look back up, breath restored in your lungs as the hot room became less claustrophobic.

“His side of the story,” You mentally scoffed, you already know both sides, no need to open a healing wound. If Bucky cared so much to express his own take on things, why did his best friend, who you had only talked to once, have to come to your apartment. Why was it Steve instead of Bucky.

There were two sides to every conflict, that’s what made it a conflict. In any other circumstance, you would argue for the right of both sides to be told and explained. But you didn’t want an explanation. You didn’t want to endure the heartbreak for a second time. You saw, with your own eyes, Bucky locking lips with a girl that was not his girlfriend, that wasn’t you. What more did you need to know? What else was to be explained?

You didn’t want to admit it, but this was the end of your story. This was your conclusion. This was Rose letting Jack’s hand go. It was Tony dying in Maria’s arms. This was Romeo taking his life, Juliet following moments after. This was the tragic ending, to your short story.

No one enjoyed a tragic ending, it tore people apart. But it opened eyes to both sides of the story, it revealed the secrets and concluded the conflicts. It was heartbreaking, but also sometimes a necessary sacrifice.

You struggled to find the positive in this situation, the reason for the necessary sacrifice. Maybe you learned a lesson, that you shouldn’t fall for someone you’re not supposed to. Maybe the inconvenience brought you closer to Wanda.

Whatever the positive outcome may be, if there was one, you were much too exhausted to find it at this moment in time.

“Sorry, Pal,” keys clinking against the marble countertop aroused Bucky’s attention.

Steve looked down at Bucky with pursed lips, a frown accompanied by guilty eyes. Bucky knew what Steve did, exactly what he told him not to do.

“God, Steve,” Bucky mumbled, sitting up straighter against the back of the couch, “Why?”

“You were too busy moping around, someone had to do it!” Steve tossed his hands up in defense.

Bucky sighed, rubbing a large hand over his pale, tired features. Bucky hadn’t gotten much sleep. He respected that you didn’t want to talk to him, but that didn’t stop him from constantly running marathons in his mind over this situation.

He wanted to talk to you. God, more than anything. But he couldn’t. In the short time you two were together, he picked up on things you didn’t even know you were laying down, like how you hate talking about things right after they happen. Some people are instantly ready to resolve conflict, you on the other hand, need time to process the incident and evaluate it in your head.

It killed him. Waiting for days, hell probably weeks before he could explain his side of the story. Bucky was absolutely clueless.

“You’ll thank me later.” Steve shook his head, cockily.

“No I won’t.” Bucky grumbled under his breath.

Bucky pushed himself off the couch, tucking his hands into his sweatpants pockets and dawdled his way back to his room. Lazily falling back into his bed, he pulled out his phone and held it above him to see it.

He checked his messages, heart skipping a beat when his thumb passed your name. The most recent message was one of the ones he sent, pleading for you to let him explain. His heart thumped so loud his ears ached, his thumb traced circles in the air over the phone icon of your contact. He wanted to talk to you, so damn bad.

He sucked in a short breath, pressing the button and ignoring all the second guessing thoughts swimming in his mind. He placed the phone against his ear, holding his breath.

“I’m sorry. This number is not-” Bucky huffed, quickly pressing the power button on his phone and throwing it aside. His heart ached, you blocked him.

“Goddammit.” Bucky mumbled, closing his eyes.

You woke up the next morning, already upset. You blamed Steve, but secretly you knew there were other reasons you could blame yourself for. You didn’t tell Wanda about Steve coming to the apartment, not because you were hiding anything, but because you filed it as, not important.

It was around two in the afternoon. You and Wanda had just gotten back from a yoga class, that Hope insisted all the cheerleaders do together. But while the movement relaxed your muscles, your brain was still driving you crazy.

“Wanna order a pizza?” Wanda asked, once you had returned home. She tossed her bags down, running a hand through her chocolate hair, trying to untangle the knots from her high, messy ponytail.

You nodded, rubbing your arms to rid of the cold the dried sweat was providing you. You grabbed the phone, dialing the number you knew in your memory, and ordered two pizzas, extra black olives for Wanda.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” Wanda yawned, rubbing her eyes, “Never doing that fucking class again.” She grumbled, rubbing her lower back in pain.

You chuckled, shaking your head. Deciding you’d wait for the food to arrive, you took a seat in one of the high stools of your counter, and pulled out your phone. After scrolling through social media for a bit, you exited the apps and decided to look through your photos instead.

You started at your most recent photos, those being goofy photos of Gamora and videos Wanda took of your stunts at practice. You scrolled past a couple of snapchat screenshots, and photos Tony and Bruce took on your phone when you weren’t looking, until your stomach dropped along with your smile at the sight of one photo.

It was a picture of Bucky. For anyone who saw the picture, it was simply a man smiling at someone behind the camera, for you, it was an entire story.

“God, Buck, your eyes are so pretty.” You giggled, holding Bucky’s face in your hands and staring at his blue irises.

“Stop.” Bucky chuckled, that being the fifth time you complimented Bucky’s features in the past ten minutes. You knew it flustered him, making it all the more enjoyable for you.

Bucky was sitting on his bed, your legs lying over his lap, both of you sitting up. Bucky’s left hand lay softly on your thigh, his right hand behind him to prop himself up. The two of you had spent the whole day together inside. It was rainy that day, practice had been cancelled for both of you, which prompted you to spend the day watching movies in your sweatpants.

“I wonder what you’d look like with a man bun?” You frowned curiously, brushing your hand through his hair. Bucky closed his eyes and grinned softly.

“Think I should grow it out, Doll?” Bucky kept his eyes closed, while your hand repeated it’s previous action.

“I think it’d look good,” You chuckled, “But your hair would look good anyway you do it.” Bucky’s eyes opened, narrowing at you, playfully.

You laughed loudly when Bucky gently pushed you back, and began tickling your sides. Both of your laughs filled the others ears like music. You grabbed both his hands, pulling them from your sides.

“Don’t do that!” You giggled, recovering from your fit of laughter. Bucky chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes, “You’re funny when you blush, I like complimenting you.”

“Oh, shut it.” Bucky shook his head, lips dying down into a grin.

You pulled your phone from your pocket, opening the camera app. You turned the camera towards Bucky, who looked into your eyes instead of the lens. His grin increased the slightest, and you snapped the picture.

That was one of your favorite pictures. The memory it held being one of your favorites as well. You missed him, you missed moments like that.

The doorbell of your apartment rang, sending your thoughts out the door. You locked your phone, placing it down on the counter, and stood up to walk to the door. You opened the door, and froze.

She began speaking, and held out the two boxes of pizza in front of you, but your ears went numb and your hands were glued to your side.

The girl was here. The girl who kissed Bucky, was standing right here, delivering you your pizza. You felt like a deer in headlights, but anger bubbled under the surface.

“I forgot the money, hold on one second.” You shut the door in her face, leaning your back against the door and shutting your eyes.

“Hey, whats-”

“She’s here.” You cut Wanda off. She looked back at you with furrowed brows, “The girl, the one Bucky kissed, she’s here and she’s delivering the fucking pizza!” You whisper-shouted, eyes the size of saucers.

Wanda’s eyes mimicked yours. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. Quickly grabbing her purse off the table, Wanda grabbed the correct amount of money and opened the door. Before the girl could start talking, Wanda grabbed the pizza boxes from her grasp and placed the money in her hands, and pushed the door shut with her foot.

“That’s her?” Wanda furrowed her brows, placing the pizza down on the table.

You nodded, no words came from your lips.

“I thought you said she was knew here, why’s she delivering pizza?” Wanda tossed her hands up.

“Clearly she plans on staying.” You tossed your hands up as well, landing against your thighs with a clap.

“Did she not recognize you?”

“Guess not.” You shrugged angrily, “Guess Bucky failed to inform her about me.” You remarked sarcastically.

You were furious, she didn’t even recognize you. She didn’t recognize the girl running out of the apartment after she kissed Bucky? You’d think she would’ve put two and two together. Or maybe she did recognize you, but didn’t care to react to your shocked expression. Your head was spinning, vision blurry from anger. All the emotions you tried to push away the past few weeks bubbled to surface just at the mere sight of her.

How could you escape something that was everywhere you turned?

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