Maze Runner Preferences (Requests Open)

They Write You a Love Letter-Pary 1 (The Girls)

Opening the flap to my usual bag, I went to throw my towel in only to spot something at the bottom. Something I had never even thought of adding.

A piece of paper.

Well, I guess that could be one way to spice up the day. Then again, it could also be trash someone didn't feel like throwing away. The possibilities truly are infinite.

Grabbing it, I turned it over to see letters. Not just any letters though. A set I was somehow familiar with.

My name.

Dearest Y/N,
Life has been rough the past few years. You know that as much as I do. There have been monsters after monsters and evil organization after evil organization. Somehow we escaped a Maze, kidnapped a boy, and saw city lights in less than a year.

Those experiences, as hellish as some of them were, all had one amazing thing in common. Through it all, you've been by my side. I know quite a few other girls have, but that could never discredit the magic of waking up knowing you were still there.

I want that to be as serious for you as it was for me. I know it's possible that I’m just another friend, but I’ll hope not until you say otherwise. Pinning, yearning, wishing, that's what keeps me breathing and stops my heart at the same time.

But I can't do that forever. And for you Y/N, I promise I won't. I’m just gonna keep you in suspense for a little longer. Make you feel just a pinch of the anxiousness you accidentally give me every day.

Sincerely yours,
Your one and only secret admirer

Someone I’ve known basically forever is in love with me. That really, truly is something special.

Now I need to find out who.

Brenda(The Scorch:Movie:Your P.O.V)
These Cranks are absolutely insane. I know that's in a literal sense, but they exhaust me to the point of never having trouble sleeping. Just being around them drives the life force out of me. And I’m supposed to casually eat dinner after like I didn't watch someone tear their eyes out? Are you fucking kidding me?!

Whatever I guess. Whatever.

Pretending I didn't notice the scent of blood that was still lingering, I stumbled into my room, blindly making my way to the bed by the boarded window. Because nothing screams safe like some nails and wood.

Laying down on my stomach, I went to scream into my pillow the way I do every night only for a new texture to hit my forehead instead. Well, not new I guess, but definitely not something that was supposed to be there.

Sitting up, I pulled a piece of paper from my skin, already able to tell it was folded at least three times. I don't think many people were planning on invading our privacy, but if it works it works.

Dear Y/N,
I feel like I should start by saying sorry I’m not much of a writer. I am trying though, so that has to say something about how I feel about you. Maybe not as much as I’d be able to in person but this feels more personal in a way.

I don't want to ruin what we have. It's alright so incredibly special. It's hard enough to form relationships without living in a post apocalyptic world.

We don't know what it's like to not live in a world filled with sun Flares and Cranks just like how we don't know what it's like to live in a world without each other. As far as I’m concerned, you're the only real memory. Your smile haunts me in the most beautiful way when I close my eyes. Your skin is so effortlessly perfect to brush against. Your laugh is a melody that's become my favorite song.

I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m stupidly in love with you, and I hope you love me too.

A love letter.

A beautiful, heartfelt love letter by someone who claims they can't write.

It almost makes me never want to complain again. Almost.

Teresa Agnes(The Last City:Movie:Your P.O.V)
My feet were aching and bloody, pulsing at every step. My once new and shiny black flat had long gone dull and scratched up. My office job never said anything about it, but that was only because they knew they didn't pay enough to be able to.

Then again, the economy isn't exactly booming. Between the riots and Daniel Cranking out in the middle of rush, everyone was suffering all the time. At this point, it doesn't seem like anyone really cares about doing something about it. Not in the sense that they're happy about it but in the way where they’ve accepted it as normal.

It's not normal. None of it is.

Change will happen one day though. I’m sure of it. I just have to be willing to wait for it.

Taking a breath, I pushed my door open, the keys jingling softly in the lock. With a sigh, I walked into the flat that was doomed to be just me, myself, and I.

Home sweet home.

I kicked my flats off as I flicked on the living room light, illuminating what few things were actually worth owning. My couch, television (obviously), fridge, bright art, and colorful magnets made it hard to tell I was renting. At least I hope so.

As I went to take another step, I felt something under my noshow socks. Seeing as I don't own a rug, I think I can put that out of the picture too.

Glancing down and moving my feet, I spotted an envelope on my floor, my name written in neat, tiny print.

What an unusual way to deliver mail.

Grabbing my keys, I shoved them in my pocket before picking it up, reading while walking to the oven. Maybe this is my dinner and a show moment.

Kindest angel,
Being here, in this new environment, in this new place, has done nothing but make me nervous. I feel as though I’m failing at everything. I haven't accomplished what I hurt so many people for, and I haven't come close to what I set out to do.

I wasn't sure anything was worth it anymore. I didn't think it deserve to be.

After getting to see you though, after a glimpse of your smile, I found the light in the world again. I found the hope I was sure I had abandoned me. And, for better or worse, I found something I thought I lost before I came in.

Y/N, I have no idea if you feel the same. For all I know, you're just a naturally friendly person who likes showing off your beautiful smile. I do know I can't help it though. I’m not going to pretend I’ll be able to control it. I won't feign wanting to.

I need a minute though. To figure out what I want, to make sure I’m not just rushing into this while I’m a wreck.

I promise I’ll figure it out though. Not just to be the girl you deserve if you feel the same but because it's the only way to start living again.

Thank you for always being there even when you didn't even know it,
Anonymous

Awe. Already, this is the sweetest person I’ve ever met. And I have met them. I just don't know who.

Before I could dive into thinking about it, my oven went off, letting me know I could finally put my pizza in.