Maze runner x reader imagines

Earn it: part 4

His grip on me tightened for half a second before he let go, stepping back like he was scared of the answer.

I knew why.

Because no matter how much he wanted me in the dark, in the quiet, in the moments where it was just us, Teresa had a hold on him I never could.

And yet—

His hands were on me again, his lips crashing into mine like he needed me to survive. Like I was some kind of fix for the mess in his head.

And I let him.

Because I was just as weak. I loved him.

Used and Left Behind

It was a cycle.

Daytime, he was with her.

Nighttime, he was mine.

Over and over.

Until I couldn't tell what was real anymore.

I wanted to believe him when he whispered, "You're the only one I want."

I wanted to believe him when his hands traced my skin, when he held me after like I actually mattered.

But in the daylight, he would pull away. Avoid my gaze. Keep his distance like I was just some mistake he made in the dark.

And it was killing me.

The final straw came when I overheard them.

Not even whispering this time.

Thomas and Teresa, standing by the Homestead. Arguing.

"You need to stop sneaking off with her," Teresa hissed.

My stomach dropped.

Thomas ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated. "It's not like that."

Teresa laughed. "Oh, really? Because it sure looks like you're using her to distract yourself from me."

I stopped breathing.

I thought he'd deny it. Thought he'd fight for me.

But he didn't.

He just stayed silent.

And that was worse than any answer.

I turned and walked away, feeling something inside me shatter.

That night, when he came to my hut, I didn't let him in.

I heard him whisper my name.

I heard the desperation in his voice.

But I wasn't going to be his second choice anymore.

 The Last Goodbye

The next morning, I found him before he could find me.

His eyes lit up when he saw me, like he thought I had forgiven him.

Like he thought I was still his.

I didn't give him the chance to speak.

"I'm done," I said, voice steady.

His smile faltered. "What?"

I clenched my jaw. "I know the truth, Thomas."

He paled. "Y/N, it's not—"