Newt & Thomas & Minho & Gally imagines as the first girl in the glade. Suggestions welcomed in comments but not all will be done. I'll always do my own imagines but sometimes when I have writers block I'll re-post other writers imagines that I have...
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Your POV
"Up you get angel, lets go" A familiar voice sang out. You groaned as you rolled over on your bed, burying your head into your pillow to block out the sunlight streaming in the now open door
"Come on you bloody shank, we've got a maze to run." The voice teases chuckling at you. "Bugger off Minho." You groan.
There was silence for a moment and you were about to move to see what was going on when two hands gripped around your ankles and yanked. Your sheet was pulled off you and you shrieked.
"Bloody hell Minho I swear to god I'm going to-" He cuts you off by placing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. When the two of you pulled away breathlessly a smirk graced his face.
"What were you saying?" He teased and you giggled before wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him down and pulling him in for another long passionate kiss.
"If this is what kind of greeting I get every morning, you can expect me up bright and early." You mumbled against his lips.
"Is that so?" He said playfully and you giggled before slamming your lips onto his. He moaned softly against your mouth as you pull him towards you and onto the bed.
"I know what you're doing." He whispered as he lay on top of you smirking.
"I'm not doing anything." You say cheekily. "No matter how tempting your lips are, we have a job to do." He says and you moan in annoyance as his weight is lifted from you.
