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Maze Runner : The Scorch Trials (2015)

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Arguments // Will Poulter

Prompt from @notommystahp : Can you make an imagine where Will & Y/N gets into a fight because he thought she cheated on him but then in the end they both made up?

Warnings : None

Word Count : 910

A/N : Requests will be slow this week, due to a start up of a musical I am in now as well as school and homework and everything else in the life of a teenager. Still, feel free to request! I have a place where I put all my requests and even if I don't get to them right away, they will be written!

Sorry for any errors!

3:17 am.

I was exhausted, but I was determined to see Will come through the door. It was the same every weekend. Clubbing, drinking. He would always come home, stumbling into our bedroom and immediately falling asleep. I would leave Aspirin and water for him in the morning before curling up next to him.

But he never stayed out this late.

He was always home by one at the latest and now my mind had more time to fill with undesirable thoughts of what he could be doing in these two extra hours. I ran my fingers through my hair for the thousandth time that night, pacing back and forth through the room, trying to push all negative thoughts of him from my head, reminding myself that he only loved me.

But it was easier said than done.

I glanced down at my phone again, checking for anything from him, but of course, there was nothing. His phone was either dead or he was ignoring me, and he better hope it was the first. I threw myself onto the couch, phone clutched tightly in my hands and I waited. The clocked ticked on to three thirty, three forty-five, then four o'clock.

The click of the door sounded through the silent room and his heavy footsteps clomped into the room. I sat up and watched him as he kicked his shoes off, actions slow and buffered. I stood and crossed my arms over my chest as he removed his jacket and threw his keys onto the table. He turned and his eyes met my own, frown taking over his face.

"Why are you still awake?" He mumbled, gripping his head.

"You know why, Will," I said exasperatedly, running a hand through my hair again. "Where were you?"

A smirk rose on his face.

"None of your business," he said cockily, shaking one finger at me.

"Actually it is," I snapped. "Just tell me where you were for three extra hours. When you ignore me I'm going to get anxious, Will."

"I'm not telling you."

I narrowed my eyes at him. My heart was pounding in my chest as self conscience thoughts floated into my mind.

"If there's something you're not telling me-"

"Jesus, Y/N, it's really none of your business. Even if something happened, I wouldn't tell you."

I froze.

"Are you cheating on me?" I asked in a small voice.

His face didn't change and no response was given as my heart dropped to my stomach. I nodded.

"You sleep on the couch tonight," I said roughly, trying to keep myself from crying.

"But I-"

I sent him a final look that shut him up immediately and he looked down at his feet before shuffling into our room for blankets. I didn't look at him once, knowing his eyes were on me the entire time. He shut the door behind him and I yanked my shirt over my head, tears slipping from my eyes. I curled into a ball in bed, quickly shutting off the lights before I let the tears flow freely down my cheeks.

I woke to a dip in the bed and familiar arms wrapping around me. I groaned sleepily and tried to escape his grip, desperate to stay angry. He fought my resistance and held me tightly to his body.

"Please, Y/N, I can't sleep knowing you're angry with me. And you need an explanation."

I sighed and wiped my eyes before turning over, meeting his bloodshot eyes. My heart clenched but I ignored the feeling best I could and nodded at him to continue. His arms tightened around my waist and I couldn't hide the excitement that still bubbled in my chest at the action.

"Y/N, I promise, no matter how drunk I become, I will never lay a hand on another woman. We were just out later for some reason tonight, and I apologize for ignoring your texts.  I know all you want is to check up on me. I love you, please know that."

A sigh escaped my lips and I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his neck.

"I'm sorry for accusing you," I mumbled, placing a feeble kiss to his cheek.

"Don't apologize," he whispered, gripping my cheek gently and connecting our lips.

Our lips molded so perfectly together it still made me dizzy, even after our long-time relationship. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I could faintly taste the mint toothpaste in his mouth. Our hands roamed each others bodies and even though our lips sloppy kissed one another, passion ignited in my body. All I had was him and I wanted was him and I knew he felt the exact same way, and that's all I needed.

"I love you," I said breathlessly, breaking away to lose myself in his eyes.

"I love you more, Y/N."

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A Heart Full of Love // Will Poulter

Prompt from @purityimagines : I couldn't seem to find your ask box but can you write one where Will Poulter proposes to Y/N by doing a flash mob of a scene from Les Miserables? The scene with In My Life and A Heart Full of Love. Will tries to attempt to sing Marius's part but he kinda sucks and y/n follows along singing Cosette's part and Will then proposes and the whole TMR cast records everything but then when Will gets on his knee he ends up ripping his pants XD but then y/n says yes!

Warnings : FEELS

Word Count : 653

A/N : Thank you so much for requesting, honestly this was so cute and I got so many feels writing it!

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*If you are interested, you can find the song here. 

The whole cast had been acting weird all day. I was visiting Will while he was filming and usually everyone was chill and social.

But not today.

Today, everyone was quiet and I could feel a weird vibe coming from everyone, especially Will. He was quiet, which was extremely unusual for him. His hands were sweating like crazy and he kept toying with something in his pocket. Eventually, after about an hour more, I stopped him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"N-nothing," he stuttered, face paling.

"Don't bullshit me, Poulter," I growled.

I turned to Dylan and Thomas, finding they were both focusing very hard on their phones, typing furiously.  I sighed and turned back to my boyfriend, who was nodding at Kaya, who was typing away on her phone before a familiar song rang through the air.

"A heart full of love," Will began to sing, horribly off key and two octaves too low.

A small laugh bubbled in my chest and I immediately responded.

"A heart full of you."

"A single look and then I knew."

He gripped my hands tightly, pulling me into him. His hands rested on my hips and began to sway with me, the only dancing Will did. I glanced around at the others, noticing they all had their phones out, capturing the precious moment. I smiled and turned my attention back to the singing dork in front of me.

"From today..." he sang softly, placing a small kiss to my forehead.

"Every day," I sang back softly, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"For it isn't a dream, not a dream after all," we finished together, lips pressing to each other's.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine, smile breaking out on his face.

"I love you," he stated.

"I love you too," I whispered.

"Good," he said softly, releasing me.

Will stuffed his hand in pocket, taking a deep breath before pulling the unknown object from his pocket. He winked at me before kneeling down on one knee. My heart pounded in my chest, reality of the situation setting in.

"Y/N Y/L/N, since the day I met you, you've made me crazy. Crazy mad, crazy protective, crazy in love. You've stuck with me through filming, leaving for months on end, weird mood swings, my annoying clinginess, everything. I love you more than anything on this planet and I can't imagine my life without you. So, Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

All words caught in my throat and I could only nod as a huge smile broke out on his handsome face. He slid the ring onto my finger and I bent down, wrapping my arms around him. Cheers and shouts erupted from our friends while I pressed my lips to his.

I felt him shift to stand up when a tear sounded. Will broke away, face flushing a deep red.

"What happened?" I asked, wiping my eyes.

"I just - I ripped my pants," he mumbled, looking down at his feet.

We all burst into laughter and I wrapped my arms around him tightly.

"I love you, dork."

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Game Plan // Minho

Prompt from @wellimscrewed : hey! can you do an imagine with minho and the reader where minho is ofc being his usual sassy self but the reader gets him to open up and show how afraid he really is? if not that's cool too. thanks a lot though (:

Warnings : None

Word Count : 730

A/N : Sorry for any errors :/

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"Don't work to hard, Princess, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

I rolled my eyes, turning to face the tall Runner, taking in his smirk. It wasn't anything new that he was sassing me. Everyday we'd go through the same cycle.

"At least I actually get work done, Minho. I don't prance around the Maze all day after I know there's no way out."

Minho's mouth dropped open in shock and I smirked, turning back to finish weeding the garden. I could tell he wanted to say more, but after a short moment, I heard him jog off. I shook my head slightly and let out a sigh.

"Just ignore him, Y/N," Zart spoke up, leaning against his hoe.

"Yeah right," I muttered, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"She could probably ignore him but she can't ignore her feelings," Newt butted in, winking at me.

My mouth dropped open.

"I don't - I don't have feelings for Minho!" I exclaimed, tossing the bundle of weeds I was holding at Newt.

"Right, Y/N. The day I begin believing your lies will be the day Gally takes that stick out of his ass," Newt chuckled.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stuck my bottom lip out.

"Well then, what do you expect me to do?" I challenged childishly.

"Well, Y/N, since you asked..."

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The flames from the Greenie's bonfire danced into the sky that night. Every Glader held a glass of Gally's concoction in their hands, all a little tipsy from one to many glasses. My eyes rested on the Runner who sat across from me. His eyes were focused on his hands that rested in between his legs.

I needed to talk to him. Not only did I need to get over these feelings, but I needed to put Newt's plan into action. My body had been surging with confidence all day, but now that I needed to do it, I could feel it draining away. So with the little confidence I had left, I stood and made my way to Minho. I approached him, causing his head to gradually look up at me.

"Can we talk?" I asked lamely, slapping myself mentally.

He swallowed and nodded, standing up next to me. I led him to the Deadheads, my hands shaking as my boots crunched against the leaves and sticks. I finally found a good place and I turned to face him. He had an unreadable look on his face which caused my stomach to lurch.

Good luck, Y/N.

"We need to come to some kind of agreement," I began.

"An agreement, between us?" He asked incredulously.

I nodded.

"I don't like being rude to you, so why don't we just stop?"

I mentally cringed at my words.

"What if I don't want to stop?" He countered, taking a step towards me.

"And why wouldn't you?" I growled, taking a step towards him.

"If the only way we talk is insulting each other, I'll take it."

His face paled slightly and I felt my confidence seep back into my body.

"You could just talk to me, Minho," I said, smirk tugging on my lips.

"This isn't funny, Y/N," he snapped suddenly. "I go into that shucking Maze everyday because even though I know that there's no way out, maybe I'll find one. I'm so scared to be trapped in here for my whole life. I don't want to die in here. I want to be free."

He stared at me for a long, chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down. He suddenly pulled my body into his own, wrapping his strong arms around me.

"I need to get you out," he mumbled, causing me to smile.

"Well, Minho. Maybe if we did a little talking, maybe I could help you figure out a game plan?"

He pulled away and smiled at me, placing a gentle kiss to my cheek. He raised an eyebrow cockily before tangling our fingers together, leading me back to the shouts of the Gladers and the roaring fire.

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Old Flame // Newt

Prompt from @tiagrindalen : Can you write an imagine that takes place in the scorch (the book) and its when Brenda and Thomas are separate from the group. The others are trying to find them but Jorge decides they need help to do that. So he goes to the reader who also lives in the city and knows every little corner of it better then anyone. She is an immune who used to work for WICKED but escaped because she thought what they did was wrong. She used to know all the gladers and seeing them, especially Newt brings back a lot of memories. She is a badass, a trained assassin. She used to be a soldier for WICKED. She knows they don't remember her so she doesn't say anything, but Newt still feels a strong connection to her. Will she tell them the truth? Will Newt find out about his past? And how will they get Thomas and Brenda back?

Warnings : Violence

Words : 1797

A/N : I'm so proud of this one. It was so much fun to write. Hope you enjoy. Thank you for requesting! Requests are open. Also, my apologies for any errors. 

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"Y/N?"

She smirked as his voice echoed through the empty room. She sat perched in her hiding spot, sword gripped tightly in her hand as she watched the unknown group of people wander into her compound.

"Why are we wasting our bloody time?" A strongly accented voice asked impatiently. "This girl's not home, so let's stop wasting our time and go find Tommy."

"Not home? Well, she owes me big time so she better come home quickly," Jorge grumbled.

"I owe you, Jorge?"

The Gladers glanced up to follow the sound of the voice, eyes resting on a small figure in the shadows. She jumped to the ground, feet landing roughly on the concrete floor.

"You do, actually, if I recall correctly."

The girl raised an eyebrow at Jorge before turning and inspecting the rest of the teens in front of her. Her eyes wandered from Minho, to Frypan, to Aris, and finally to Newt. Her eyes stayed on him longer than anyone else, mind flooding with memories of the past before she shoved her thoughts to the side.

"What do you want, Jorge?"

"No introduction?" Minho asked, eyeing up the intimidating girl.

She smirked and shrugged.

"Y/N," She replied icily, eyes flickering back to Newt again.

Newt's heart pounded in his chest and his head swarmed with questions about this girl. Y/N. It was so familiar, yet so distant. Images of lips and hands filled his memories as he stared at the girl, lust consuming his body. They eyed each other up for a few more seconds before her eyes traveled back to Jorge.

"Brenda and their friend Thomas were separated from us and we need someone to help us find them," Jorge began, eyes pleading.

"You know how I feel about Brenda," Y/N growled, placing her sword back into her belt. "And I don't even know this Thomas. You know what game I play, Jorge. I'm not a hero."

The Gladers shared confused glances with one another, trying to figure out the mysterious girl in front of them.

"Please, Y/N. You know the city better than anyone. I'm not asking you to be the hero, I'm asking you to help out an old friend that you basically owe your life to," Jorge begged desperately.

Her fists clenched at her sides at the mention of the past, eyes daring Jorge to keep talking. He seemingly got the hint and sighed, glancing down at his feet.

"If you can't do it for him, do it for us," Newt spoke up, causing the girl's head to snap up. "And I know you can do that."

She glared at him.

"You don't know me," She snapped.

"Are you sure about that, Y/N?" He challenged, causing her blood to run cold.

"Positive."

Her eyes scanned over the Gladers once more, finally landing on Jorge, sighing as she considered her options.

"Fine. But I'm doing this to get you off my back, Jorge," she muttered begrudgingly.

The Gladers let out cheers and she sent them an icy look.

"You listen to me, no exceptions. I'm not afraid to kill you, so don't push your luck. Stay in line and don't ask too many questions," she said lowly, moving towards the side of the room.

She rummaged through a few drawers, yanking out a few different objects and shoving them into a bag before turning back to them.

"Follow me."

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Y/N and the group of Gladers had been searching the city relentlessly all day, silence taking over the group. Y/N knew where they were going, but she had no idea where to look for the duo, even though she would never admit it.

She had tied her hair back, exposing her neck, which caught Newt's attention. On her neck sat in black, bold lettering-

Property of WICKED The Assassin

Newt's mind filled with images of Y/N next to him, laughing, smiling, kissing him. He immediately knew she remembered him from the way she had looked at him, but he couldn't say anything to her yet, knowing she wouldn't admit it.

The group had arrived at a long alleyway, a low bump-bump-bump echoing through the street. Y/N seemed to know exactly what she was doing as she approached three figures standing at the entrance of a shabby looking make-shift room.

"Y/N," a tall, ugly man greeted her, sly smile spreading on his greasy face. "Never thought I'd see you back."

"I didn't want to be," Y/N muttered. "But I need to get in."

A woman with an extremely low cut shirt and a dirty ponytail smirked darkly, pulling a flask from her pocket.

"You know the price."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"And you know the price of disagreeing with me," She threatened, hand resting on her weapon.

"Watch it, Y/N," A blonde man said tauntingly. "Wouldn't want your friends to get hurt, would you?"

"If you let me through, no one's getting hurt," Y/N said, teeth clenching as she became more and more impatient.

"Tsk tsk, I thought we told you what happened to difficult people," Tall and Ugly snarled, pulling a knife from his jacket.

Blondie tugged out a rusty, dull pistol and Ponytail pulled out an old screwdriver. Y/N looked from one weapon to the next, nodding as she took it all in.

"My apologies, give me the flask."

The three shared a look before Ponytail handed Y/N the flask. Just as her fingers brushed the glass, she smashed it to the ground, yanking her weapon from its place in her belt and slashing Ponytail across the face.

Blondie raised the gun, finger pulling the trigger as her fingers wrapped around the barrel, aiming it to the ground as the explosion erupted through the gun. He cursed and she yanked his arm back, twisting it until a crack sound through the air and he let out a horrified scream. Tall and Ugly raised his arm to stab her, but she quickly yanked Blondie in front of her, knife piercing his body instead.  He dropped to the ground, body shaking slightly as she buried her weapon into Tall and Ugly's torso while he was momentarily distracted by Blondie.

Ponytail had regained her strength, one hand gripping her slashed face while the other clutched her screwdriver. Y/N yanked the sword from Tall and Ugly's body and turned, snarling at Ponytail before swinging her sword, slicing Ponytail's head clean off her body.

Blondie began reaching for his fallen gun, but Y/N stabbed his arm with her weapon, kicking the gun from his reach. She picked it up, cocked it, and shot him without a second thought.

She turned back to the Gladers, who stared at her with their mouths hanging open, shock evident on their faces.

"Close your mouths," She snapped. "Now, let's get in and get out before someone starts to miss these three."

The group hurried into the shabby room, eyes wandering around the room for familiar faces. Newt's eyes flickered around the room, somehow always landing back on Y/N. He watched as she made eye contact with something, shoving her way through the crowds of people to one destination.

Thomas.

She had known who Thomas was. He watched as she caught his falling body, eyes scanning over his body before looking up, meeting his eyes. She nudged her head towards her and he immediately began shoving through people towards her, reaching her quickly. He helped lift Thomas, slinging one arm over his shoulder while she supported the other.

Y/N glanced around, noticing that Jorge held Brenda up tightly, dragging her towards the exit. She hurried to get to the exit, leading Newt out of the room and down an empty alley. They set Thomas down gently beside Brenda and gave each other a look.

Newt wasted no time in grabbing her by the wrist, dragging her down the alleyway and around the corner. She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What do you want?" She asked, eyeing him carefully.

"You know what, Y/N," he snapped.

She was slightly taken back, but brushed it off.

"Enlighten me."

"You knew exactly who Thomas was," Newt said quickly, causing her eyes to widen. "And you know who I am, and Minho, and Aris, and Frypan, everyone. Also, nice neck tattoo."

She gasped and felt her exposed neck, cursing under her breath.

"What happened?"

"Jorge helped me escape, Newt," she muttered roughly. "WICKED trained me to kill and I fought for them until I realized what really went on there and I wanted to get out. I know all the Gladers, every last one. I remember every single one of you. Especially you."

"I got back glimpses," Newt said. "Of you and I. I knew I felt something different about you."

She smiled lightly, noticing how close they were to one another. Suddenly his lips were on hers and his arms wrapped around her waist. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as their lips molded together. His tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring what he hadn't for years.

Her entire body was consumed in lust as his lips worked against her own and his tongue slid along her bottom lip. She moaned quietly, leaning her head back as his lips attached themselves to her neck. Her hands began to roam his body when the clearing of someone's throat interrupted them. Their heads turned to find Minho standing with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face.

"Obviously I wasn't the only one to feel a connection."

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Jealous // Gally

° 300 followers!! Sorry for any mistakes, I didn't edit before I posted. ° Warnings : Violence, Swearing. /////// For a year and a half I had dated Gally without disruption. Without anyone getting in the way of our love for one another. Until she came. Teresa. Since the first day she had woken up, she had been all over Gally. Always by the Builders, always sitting by him, and always touching him. It had been going on for a week. I had been ignoring Gally for 3 days. Newt and I were sitting in the Med Jack hut, talking quietly about Teresa. I was ready to shove her in the Maze, watching her bend in front of Gally like she was. "She's doing it in purpose, Y/N," Newt muttered, running a hand through his blonde locks. "But Gally shouldn't be responding like he is," I snapped, kicking my foot childishly against the bed. Newt shook his head. "You're right." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair in distress as I held back the tears that welled in my eyes. "Hey, come here, love," Newt said gently, pulling me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, tears dropping onto his shoulder as he fingers ran across my back comfortingly. "You know I got you," he muttered. "What can I do?" "Talk some sense into him." + I strut across the Glade to the fire pit that night beside Newt, Thomas, and Minho, laughing at something Thomas had said. My eyes automatically floated to Gally, who was sitting by Teresa, as usual. My fists clenched at my side but Newt patted my back sympathetically, pulling me over to the usual seat of himself. "He's just being stupid," Minho remarked to us three, glaring at Gally. Teresa was inching closer and closer to him, causing my blood pressure to rise. I watched as she leaned in closer and closer until her lips were almost on his, when I bolted up and smashed my fist into her nose. She fell backward, scream leaving her lips as she toppled off the log. I stepped over the log and straddled her, repeatedly smashing my fist into her nose. After a few more seconds, I was yanked off of her and dragged off, smirking at her bloodied face. "Stay the fuck away from him!" I shouted, resisting against the Gladers carrying me away. The Gladers all stared in shock at me, hardly believing that level headed Y/N could do such a thing. Gally was helping Teresa up and suddenly everything I just felt vanished and jealousy and saddness panged my heart. "She deserved it," Alby muttered as he showed me into the Slammer. I shrugged and settled in the corner, curling my knees to my chest and letting out a quiet sob. I was alone for a long time, tears rolling down my face, nothing stopping them. The bonfire had ended as soon as I had attacked and everyone had gone to sleep. It hurt that Gally hadn't come to me. I was always there for him if he lashed out or needed guidance, but where was he now that I needed him? With Teresa? My heart clenched and I began to shake. I siddenly felt more alone than ever, every insecurity resurfacing. After a few more moments of tears, they stopped and everything was silent and dark. A bobbing light headed my way slowly, making it's way to my cell before it stopped a few feet away from me. I didn't look up as I heard them set the torch against the side of the cell and sit cross legged in front of the door. "I'm sorry." I let out an icy, dry laugh. "Fuck you," I snapped, wrapping my arms tighter around my knees. "You don't mean that," Gally said gently. "Just like you didn't mean to let her get all over you?" I snapped venomously. His eyes drifted down to his hands. "I never meant it to go that far. I just wanted to help her fit in." "I love you so much, why the hell do you hurt me so badly?" I said softly, running my fingers over my bloody knuckles. "She fucking deserved every punch that I gave her and I don't regret it one bit. You're mine and some slut isn't going to change that, no matter what you fucking think. You don't get to just hop from me to her, so take your pick right now or I swear I'll do the same to you." In my white rage, I had stood and angrily made my way to the door, inches from my lover's face. "You think this is a choice?" He asked, voice so calm it scared me. He reached through the bars, cupping my face gently in his hands. "It's always been you, no matter how blind I might be sometimes. I love more than anything I've ever known and I need you more than you know. You're my support system, my backbone, my everything. I live you so much. She's nothing, you're everything." A tear dropped onto my cheek and his finger brushed it away. "I'll always choose you." His brought my face to his, connecting our lips. I had missed the passion and love in our kisses, wishing to always be with him. I wished to be closer to him, but unfortunately, I had lashed out, earning my place in The Slammer. "You should pound people in more often," he said against my lips. "Why?" "Watching that was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do."

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Injuries // Gally

|| Hey guys so this is my first imagine so I hope you like it... If you want to request, just send me a message or post on my page. :) || \\\\\\\\\ "Y/N! It's Gally, he's hurt!" I heard Clint shouting and bolted from my spot just as the door opened. Jeff and Newt hurried in, each holding up Gally, whose eyes were fluttering open and close. "Gally," I commanded. "Keep those open." I ripped off the sheets from a bed as the boys laid him on his back, exposing a blood soaked shirt. I gasped. "What the hell happened?" "He was working and some wood collapsed on him," Newt said quickly as I rushed about, grabbing whatever I needed. I cut open his shirt and ripped the cloth, careful not to hurt him. I grabbed my rag and liquid before placing my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, this is gonna sting," I whispered, pouring the liquid onto his back. He let out a stangled moan and arched his back. "Hold him down," I commanded to Jeff and Newt. "Clint, I need the morphine." I ran the rag against his back, soaking in the liquid. Clint rushed next to me with a syringe and clear liquid in a small container. I ripped it from his hand and filled the syringe. "The pain will be gone in a minute, Gal," I whispered as he moaned again. My heart ached as I inserted the needle into him and he stopped moving and moaning. I ran my hand over his face and sighed, turning to the boys. "Thank you, Newt," I said softly and he smiled. "No problem, Y/N," he said and I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. "He'll be okay," he whispered and I squeezed him. I nodded and pulled away. He sent me one more smile before turning and limping out of the Med Jack hut. I turned to Clint and Jeff. "Need any help?" Jeff asked. "Otherwise we'll leave you two alone," Clint finished and I smiled. "Thank you, but I think I'm going to take you up on your offer," I said and they nodded, each placing a hand on my shoulder before walking out the door after Newt. I turned to Gally, who was now out, breathing calmed. I ran my hand through his sweaty, messy hair. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his temple. I stood up and rummaged through the cabinets, looking for the cream we had received that healed cuts and bandages. I examined his back and noticed the bleeding had stopped, thanks to the stinging liquid. I took a little of the cream on my hands and gently ran it over his cuts, feeling him tense in his sleep. "Shh," I said softly. "You're okay." I took his hand in my own before continuing to spread the cream. He eventually relaxed and took a deep breath, reluctantly standing and making my way over to the water bucket and washing my hands. I grabbed a few clean rags and laid them across his back. "Just for now, until the cream starts working," I whispered, taking his hand again. I sighed and ran my thumb across his hand, watching him carefully. He let out little huffs every now and then, causing me to smile lightly. Before long, I felt myself begin to drift off, and soon I was asleep. [ Gally ] I woke up to a pounding in my head and pain in my back. I opened my eyes and immediately noticed I was in the Med Jacks' hut. I felt something in my hand and glanced down, finding Y/N resting beside me, hands entertwined. I squeezed her hand lightly, causing her to stir and her eyes to meet mine. "Oh good, you're awake, she muttered sleepily, releasing my hand and rubbing her eyes. "How long was I out for?" I asked, voice thick with grogginess. "A few hours," she said softly, standing up and making her way over to the cabinets. I watched her hips sway as she walked away and smirked slightly. I noticed the small piece of exposed skin that showed when she reached for something on the top and suddenly all I wanted was to kiss her. She made her way back over to me and sat back down, opening a container of some sort. "What is that?" I asked nervously. "Don't worry," she said softly, looking at me. "It helps heal the cuts. I put it on you before, too." I nodded and grabbed her free hand, surprising her slightly. She smiled slightly before placing the cold cream on my back. I flinched and squeezed her hand tightly. "I'm sorry," she whispered. I eventually got used to the small sting the cream gave and enjoyed her presence. She finished and untangled our fingers. "Let me just go wash my hands," she said softly, placing the container back and bent over the water bucket. She dried off her hands and grabbed a roll of bandage before making her way to me. "Just a little longer and we should have your bandages on," she said. I smiled. "Thank you for taking care of me," I whispered and she smiled. She brought her hand up to my forehead and placed her hand on it, causing my stomach to feel nauseous. "You're burning up, Gal," she whispered. "Probably because you're right next to me," I said. Her mouth dropped open and her cheeks flushed red. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear nervously and smiled faintly. "Do you want something to drink?" She asked quietly. I nodded. "I'll be right back then," she said softly, standing up slowly and made her way to the door, sending me a look before closing the door. I let out a breath as soon as the door closed and felt my heart rate fall back to it's regular rate. She was the only person who could ever make me feel this way. I needed to tell her, the worst she could say was she didn't feel the same way. "You'd be crushed", my conscience snapped. I sighed, knowing it was true. Since the moment I had laid eyes on her, she was my weak spot, ths ray of sunshine in this dark place. I had always feared she felt something for Newt, always being near him. It made me angry, thinking she couldn't be mine because of Newt, who would gaining yet another thing I wanted. My attention averted to the doorway, which was occupied by her, cheeks flushed. "Frypan's something else," she chuckled, sitting down next to me again. "Do you want to try sitting up?" I nodded and she stood again, hands reaching for my back. Her soft hands brushed my skin and I felt goosebumps rise. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," she whispered, feeling her lift me up slightly. I used my arms to push myself up with her help and soon I was sitting. "Everything feel okay?" She asked, fingers brushing my skin again. I felt my breath hitch in my throat and I only nodded. "Drink," she said, handing me the cup of water. She watched as I lifted the cup to my lips and drained it. She smiled and grabbed the cup from me and placed it on the table. "I think you're ready for the bandages," she said, gripping the roll tightly. I straightened my back for her as she made her way behind me again, hand running down my back. I heard the material rip and I felt her wrap one cut. She continued ripping and wrapping before no more material was ripped and she was making her way to my front again. She sat down next to me on the bed and I hoped she couldn't hear my heart beating. Without a second thought, I turned and kissed her. She didn't kiss back immediately, but soon responded and I felt her hand cup my cheek. My hand found hers and I deepened the kiss, longing for more. My whole body was on fire and I felt myself become light headed. After a few more moments of kissing, I pulled away. I rested my forehead against hers and ran my hand down her arm. "I've been waiting for you to do that," she mumbled breathlessly. I smiled. I pressed my lips to hers again once more and pulled her body on top of mine. "You're hurt," she muttered against my lips. "Oh well," I muttered. She tried to say something more, but I snaked my tongue into her mouth, shutting her up nearly immediately. She let out a small moan as my hands rested on her hips. Her hands rested at the nape of my neck, deeping our kiss. I pulled her hair slightly and she moaned again, causing me to moan. "So beautiful," I whispered, lips trailing down her jawline to her neck. I began sucking and biting and she leaned her head back, giving me more access. I ran my tongue across the marks I had left and placed a small kiss to the corner of her mouth. "I'm really glad you kissed me," She muttered. "Me too."

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Sniper Newt 😎

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Thomas being adorable as fuck, as usual.

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Perfection

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Thomas Sangster in Nowhere Boy