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Story of Tonight

Warnings: weapons, tmr spoilers, cursing, violence, mentions of death, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Gladers x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Your chaotic order is suddenly disturbed by the arrival of the newest greenie

A/N: Welcome to book places one year event!!

Inspired by: The Story of Tonight by We the Kings

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

I may not live to see our glory

“Hey, greenie!” You called as you strolled over to the poor boy who had been whipping around, looking at the Glade in complete fear.

Alby grinned, clapping the boy on the back in a way that made him stumble forward in his already unbalanced state, “And this is Y/n.” The leader introduced while you gave a friendly wave to the boy, “And she might be the only girl here, but messing with her might be the last thing you ever do.”

You laughed, playfully shoving the boy aside, “Quit scaring the guy, Alby. You’ll make him go running off again.”

The boy's cheeks flushed at your words, “I didn’t know what was going on.” He defended weakly.

A nod of understanding came from you, “I know, I get it. We were all like that when we first got here. No matter what the other kids will tell you, not a single one of us handled it any better than you did.”

Alby began backing up with his hands in his pockets and a rare wide smile, “I’ll let n/n take it from here, but I’m serious, greenie! No flirting! If she doesn’t end you for it, I guarantee any one of the others- including myself- will!”

You scoffed and flipped him off, leaving the boy cackling as he went off to his other duties and you began steering away the new kid, who looked downright petrified.

“Don’t listen to him,” You sighed softly, “That’s just Alby being Alby. He learned over time that he had to be like that after getting the first and only girl thrown into the mix with everything.”

The boy gulped from beside you, “I wasn’t going to try and flirt-“

“I know.” You smiled kindly, bumping your shoulder with his slightly, “You don’t seem the type.”

“Have-have the others actually done things to people who’ve flirted with you?” He asked.

You grinned teasingly, “Nah, they’ve got pretty close, though.” You looked around and waved at a couple nearby boys fondly, “We’re all like a family here. And family looks out for one another, which is what they’re just trying to do.”

He nodded beside you in understanding, but then asked, “Is it normal that I don’t remember my name?”

It was so innocently asked, but his eyes were wide with fear in a way that made you chuckle slightly and swing an arm around his shoulder, “It’s your first day, greenie. You’ll remember eventually, I promise.”

You continued showing the boy around, something that had quickly become your second job around here after Alby and Newt figured out that you had more of a welcoming personality than any of the others. That alone quickly made you climb up to almost third in command around the Glade, a job often playfully fought over between you and Minho.

“What is this place?”

You faltered in your steps. After so many times of showing new greenies around, you had become used to the recurring question, but that didn’t mean it was any easier for you to talk about each time.

With a clearing of your throat, you turned to look at the small cemetery that had been set up, “These are places to rest for those we’ve lost.” It was an answer that you had been able to generate over time.

“Oh,” He breathed out, dropping his head slightly as if saddened by the loss of those he hadn’t even known, surprising you slightly. You decided that you liked this boy, “Are there many of them?”

“I believe that every loss is a great one,” You said, “So, to me, yes. But to others,” You shrugged, “Maybe not.”

“I think it is.” He whispered.

You smiled softly at his words and gently began steering him away, “I’m glad you think so.”

“But… do they die often?” The nervousness in his tone hinted at what he was trying to insinuate with the question.

“You’re going to be fine,” You reassured him, “If so many of us have made it this far, then you have lots of good people to look out for you.”

But I will gladly join the fight

“New greenie today?” Minho asked, chest still heaving up and down slightly as he leaned his forearms against the table in the map room.

You hummed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall, resting your head against it, “Just left him to Chuck.”

The boy grinned, “Poor kid, Chuky’ll talk his ear off.”

A small laugh left your lips, “I don’t know, the new guy asks a million questions, I think Chuck’ll be the one getting fed up.”

“Hey, sorry we’re late.” Newt's british accent rang out through the room as he and Alby stepped through the door, closing it securely behind them.

“Any new progress?” Alby got straight to business, standing over the table with cross arms.

Minho shook his head, expression dropping from the relaxed, joking one he held as the two of you conversed only seconds ago.

The leader sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “We lessen our odds of getting out of here every day that passes.” He admitted in a small whisper.

You and the other two boys exchanged a worried look, he almost never talked like that- not in front of others at least- he liked to keep hope held up for as long as he could.

With a sympathetic smile, you walked over and clapped the boy on the shoulder, making him peek over his hands to look at you.

“Take a break, Alby,” You said softly, “Relax for the rest of the night, we have the greenie bonfire still. Enjoy it.”

He reached up and placed his hand over yours, squeezing it appreciatively before nodding once to the other two and slipping out.

“Here, I’ll clean this stuff up, guys.” You picked up the papers Minho had been drawing on to showcase the map of the trails he had just run, “Save me a plate of Fry's food, will you?”

“You got it,” Minho mockingly saluted before exiting with an amused Newt right on his heels.

As soon as the door softly shut behind him, you dropped all the belongings with a tired sigh, letting your head fall into your hands.

You had to try to keep a brave face on for them- for everyone. Because even though Alby and Newt outranked you, you felt as though you were responsible for keeping their hope alive- all of the gladers hope.

You would never admit it out loud to anyone, but you had lost hope a long time ago that you were all going to get out of there. But you would fight- you would keep fighting until you had nothing left in you if only to try and give the others a chance of getting out of this place.

And when our children tell our story

“Smile, greenie,” You joked, swinging your arm around the new kids shoulders, “We’re here to celebrate you tonight.”

The boy looked over at you hesitantly, “I’m not so sure I like that idea.”

You threw your head back with a laugh, leading him towards the festivities centered around the large bonfire, “I like you, greenie, you’ve got a humor on you.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny…” He mumbled, slowly taking the glass you held out for him, “What’s this?”

You shrugged, taking a sip out of your own glass, “Gallys famous Moonshine.”

He stared down at it suspiciously, “But what’s in it?” Clearly he had met the creator of the drink already, or he most likely wouldn’t be having this much problems with it.

Your grin only widened, “That’s the thing, nobody knows. He won’t tell us.”

Hesitantly, after watching you take another swig of the mystery drink, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a slip. Less than a second later, he was bent over, sputtering and coughing.

Newt strode by just in time to see that, and laughed loudly while clapping the greenie on the back, “You get used to it after a while.” He promised with a snicker.

The boy grimaced, “I don’t know if I want to.”

“Ah, so this is the famed new greenie I’ve heard so much about,” Minho then came over, wearing a grin you knew meant he was in the mood to mess with the new boy, “Gunning to be a runner on your first day, are ya?”

A blush crept up onto his cheeks and he quickly shook his head. This caused you to scowl at Minho and swing an arm around the boy's shoulders, “Don’t listen to him, he’s just trying to get you all worked up.”

You and the other two laughed slightly while the greenie just stood there, looking uncomfortable.

Noticing this, you shifted the conversation and glanced around, “Where’s Alby?” You frowned slightly.

Newt glanced back towards the Homestead, “Already retired for the night, poor bloke could barely keep his eyes open.”

Your lips twitched into a slight frown at the news, but quickly replaced it with a wide grin when you noticed the others watching you, “Good, he deserves to get some rest.”

With that, your small group slowly dispersed, you and Minho plopping down onto some nearby logs and chatting while Newt led the greenie away to show him around a bit.

Shortly after, your attention was pulled from the boy beside you and towards where a group of gladers were huddled near the fire, cheering in a way you knew could only mean that there was a fight.

Letting loose a small sigh from your nose, you pushed yourself to your feet, ready to break up the brawl.

You surged through the crowd, the couple boys that saw you moving out of your way, already knowing that you would be mad at them for encouraging it in the first place, and wisely decided on not making it worse for themselves.

A surprising surge of anger coursed through you when you reached the front and came face to face with the sight of Gallys stupid smirk as he advanced on the greenie, who stumbled backwards in fear.

You barely knew the boy, but you already really liked him.

“Hey!” You called, marching forward and shoving Gally backwards by the chest.

Gallys eyes widened and he didn’t resist your push, everyone all around quieting as well, watching the scene before them unfold.

“Alright, ya shanks!” Minho's voice boomed behind you, “Show’s over!” Normally he didn’t get involved with the fights, but he must have followed you.

Slowly, the crowd disbanded and spread out, giving you some space, muttering amongst themselves all the while.

You turned to the boy, “Are you alright, greenie?”

“Thomas.” He mumbled, looking slightly disoriented.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“My name- it’s Thomas.” His eyes finally lifted to meet yours.

You shot him a small, amused grin, “Funny time to remember something like that.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Thomas mumbled, shuffling his feet.

With that, you rounded on your heel to face Gally, who was being blocked from running away by Minho, who stood like a solid wall in front of him with his arms crossed.

“And you,” You seethed, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I-he-“ Gally sputtered out.

You held a hand up to silence him, “Actually, I don’t want to hear it.”

Minho let out a low whistle of amusement once Gally scampered off, “Damn, greenie, some first day you’re having.”

“Tell me about it,” Thomas muttered.

You forced yourself to let out a laugh, trying to make it sound as real as you could.

They'll tell the story of tonight

Your lips were pulled into a thin, grim line as you stood over Ben with crossed arms, your ears long since having begun ringing from his screams.

He was going through the changing and you and the others could do nothing but painfully sit around and wait for it to be completed.

Alby sat in a chair to the other side of the bed, head resting in his hands as his forehead creased with worry and contemplation.

It was beginning to get to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to get out of that room.

You turned on your heel and quickly exited, feeling a bit guilty for the sigh of relief that slipped past your lips, even though the noise of his screams were only muffled the tiniest bit through the thin door.

“Y/n.”

Subconsciously, you started with slight surprise at the sudden voice to your left, and your head whipped to the side to face Gally, who almost looked as if he had been waiting for you.

You scowled slightly, still upset with him about what happened with Thomas the night before.

“What do you want, you shank?” You grumbled, already beginning to stomp down the stairs to leave the Homestead.

“I don’t trust him.” He kept up with your quick pace with ease.

The bluntness of his tone paired with the suddenness of his words made you falter in your step slightly and you shot him a sideways gaze, “Who?” Your curiosity got the better of you.

“Thomas.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and quickening your steps in hopes of getting away from the boy.

A gentle hand grabbed your arm and pulled you to a stop. You were forced to look into Gallys eyes that held such seriousness and urgency that you didn’t even try to wretch your arm from his grip, “I saw him during the changing. I don’t know how or why, but I don’t trust him.”

“You saw him?” You hesitated.

He nodded his head, “Clear as day.”

You swallowed thickly, averting your eyes to the other side of the Glade, where Newt was showing Thomas the ropes of everything.

“Thanks for letting me know,” Was the only thing you said before slipping away.

Let's have another round tonight

She’s the last one. Ever.

Of course, you should have known. The first time there’s ever another girl in the Glade, she comes with an ominous note that shoots fear through everyone’s hearts, including your own.

Your first thought was if she was the last greenie to come up, then would the Box itself never come up again either? Would you be able to still get supplies?

The girl was quick to pass out almost as quickly as she had woken up, and you could tell right away that Thomas seemed off, as if her arrival had triggered something from within him.

Unconsciously, your mind drifted to Gallys words from earlier, the ones about seeing Thomas while he was going through the changing. Maybe this as connected to it.

You hadn’t questioned it though, or voiced your opinions, too busy working with Newt to keep everyone’s panic at bay, even when your own was rising more and more by the second.

Alby looked at you, and you picked up on a hint of duress that only those closest to him would be able to see. It was never a good sign when the leader of the Glade was worried and practically showing it.

Let's have another round tonight

A loud scream pierced through the air, immediately ripping your attention away from Newt, who was talking in front of you, and your head snapped over to the source of the noise so fast that you could have sworn you almost got whiplash.

Without a second thought, you took off as fast as your legs would carry you into the general direction, eyes zoning in on where Thomas was making a beeline out of the trees, seemingly aimlessly.

Right on his heels was Ben, who you were certain was still supposed to be on bed rest. The boy was chasing after the greenie with a murderous glint in his eyes that made your stomach churn.

Gladers all around quickly gathered close to the two boys, watching with parted lips and eyes wide with shock as Ben tackled Thomas to the ground.

“Hey-“ You yelled, moving to dove forward and push him off the boy, only for another hand to hold you back.

Your head whipped around to where Newt was shaking his head, nodding in the direction of Alby, who wore a deadly calm look and held a bow that was pointed directly at Ben’s head.

“Get off of him, Ben,” Alby demanded authoritatively.

The boy made sounds of protest, refusing to release him.

Your eyes worriedly flickered down to where Thomas lay, staring up in horror as he used all his strength to try and keep the crazed boy at bay.

“This is your last warning.”

Newts hand was still gently but firmly placed around yours to keep you from impulsively interfering and possibly getting hurt.

Ben let out a scream, arm reeling back with a sharp object grasped tightly in his fist, as if to stab Thomas, but was swiftly thrown off the boy by the force of an arrow hitting him in the side of his face.

Thomas immediately scampered up, stumbling away from the boy. Only then did Newt let go of you, and you quickly rushed to him while a bunch of the Gladers moved to secure Ben.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked anxiously, eyes traveling over his face for any sign of damage.

He huffed out a large breath of air, muscles still tense from the chase, “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

Dusk quickly approached after that, seconds ticking by until the Keepers were to get together to push Ben into the maze just in time for the doors to close. Locking him in there for the night.

You knew he deserved it- he tried to murder Thomas- but in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to go and watch.

It was honestly sick, pushing a kid to his death, even after he tried to take another’s life.

Let's have another round tonight

It was one bad thing right after the next.

You felt like you barely ever had time to breathe, tragedy just kept striking again and again.

Now, you paced back and forth at the west door entrance of the maze that Minho and Alby were supposed to come back through hours ago. The two of them went out to explore a dead grievers body that the runner had supposedly seen, and had not been back since.

Every couple of seconds, you would glance up at the ever setting sun and your heart would just sink lower and lower into your chest.

You had resorted to worriedly biting on your thumb nail, ignoring the way all the Gladers around you were muttering amongst themselves in their own panic.

“They’ll be alright.”

Though you knew the british boy was trying to comfort you, the slight waver in his tone at the end of his sentence gave him away to only putting his confidence on for show.

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to manage a nod, urgency and worry eating up inside of you. It was getting so bad that it felt as if your chest was contracting.

You didn’t know what to do.

All of a sudden, two figures emerged from around the corner. Well, one figure was stumbling while dragging another limp figure at their side.

Minho was dragging Alby along.

Minho was dragging Alby along, and the doors were beginning to shut.

Your mouth went dry and your throat began closing up.

“Come on!”

“Hurry!”

“Leave him!”

“Run, Minho, run!”

Desperate cries broke out from all around you as everyone tried to urge the pair on. But you already knew, somewhere deep down, that there was no chance of them making it.

They were too far away and the doors were closing far too quickly.

From the corner of your eye, you barely even registered Thomas’s body moving forward until it was too late. Until Newt's arm was hanging uselessly to the side after trying to grab the boy and yank him back.

Until Thomas had slipped through the maze doors just in time for them to close with a deafening thud.

Raise our glass to freedom

Not once during any of the hours of the night had you moved from your spot.

Your feet were planted firmly into the ground right in the very center of the west door and that’s where they stayed. Your eyes didn’t close for longer than the occasional blink, and you wordlessly waved away any of your worried friends who had tried to coax you to bed.

Nothing could have moved you from that spot. Not when three of your closest friends were trapped in the horrid maze for the night.

Somewhere deep down, you knew that no matter what you did, no matter how long you waited, nothing would bring them back. It was impossible to survive a night in the maze.

“Love,” Though you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, you didn’t tear your eyes away from the bland concrete in front of you, “The doors are gonna open soon, and I don’t think we should be here when they do.”

You knew he was just trying to spare you the heartbreak of the doors opening without any one of them being there, but you couldn’t will yourself away.

“I can’t,” Your voice was slightly hoarse from non use.

“Y/n…” Chuck was there too, the poor boy was also worried about you, “Fry said we can go get some breakfast from him before any of the others get up. That means we get first dibs on everything.”

Your feet remained firmly planted on the ground.

The all too familiar groan of the doors easing open drew more Gladers near, no other sound but the quiet murmurs that slipped past their lips.

You knew that the emptiness waiting for you would be too much to bear, but you couldn’t will your feet to move, to pull you away from the scene that would leave you devastated.

But as the doors inched open, you sucked in a sharp breath and you felt as if your heart froze.

There stood Alby, Minho, and Thomas.

All very much alive- despite the fact that Alby looked seconds away from passing out.

A sob escaped from the back of your throat and you threw yourself forward before any of the other Gladers even reacted, hugging the closest of the boys, which just so happened to be Minho.

Despite being the one to be trapped in the maze all night, Minho caught you with ease and hugged you back with a tightness that you could only assume meant he needed it just as much as you did.

“Come on,” You pulled away after a moment once Newt started speaking, “Let’s get you to the med-jacks. Then we can talk about how the bloody hell you shanks managed to survive.”

Something they can never take away

“Heya, greenie.” You grinned, striding over to the slammer.

Thomas peaked his head towards one of the openings, “Hey,” He replied back.

“I come bearing good news,” You began rifling through your pocket to pull out a key, which you slotted into the lock on the jail door and turned, letting it fall open, “You’re free to go.”

Thomas quickly scrambled out, letting loose a breath of relief, making you chuckle slightly.

“Here,” You handed him a plate of lunch you had been carrying for him, “Eat it on the way, Alby wants to talk to you.”

A mixture of surprise and relief flooded onto the boy's face, “He’s awake?”

You nodded, “The first thing he did was demand that he talked to you. Alone.”

A bit of nervousness grew on his face as the two of you walked side by side towards the Homestead, “Any idea what it’s about?”

You shook your head, “Nah… but, hey, I’ll be right outside the room if you need anything, alright?”

He nodded, shooting you a grateful smile as you arrived at the room Alby was in before he carefully crept in and closed the door behind him.

You did as promised, leaning across the wall opposite to the door as you waited for Thomas to emerge from the room again, only to be alerted a couple moments later by the sound of struggling coming from within the room.

Quickly, you burst in to see what all the ruckus was about, only to find Newt- who was surprisingly in the room as well- restraining Albys hands and Thomas backing away, eyes wide with fright. Alby himself was sputtering and seemingly trying to regain control of his breathing.

He turned his head to face you and Newt, who were now standing side by side, “Be careful with the girl, and protect the maps.” Was all he told you before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

You knew he was talking about the strange girl that arrived the other day, but his directions were eerie to you. And sudden. You didn’t know what was happening- you were no doubt missing some pieces to the story- but you were beginning to freak out.

No matter what they tell you

No, no, no, no-

This couldn’t be happening. You must have been dreaming.

But as you whipped around in circles with your head tilted back to stare with wide, unbelieving eyes, you knew that it was true, if only by the similar reactions from the other Gladers.

The sky was gray and the sun had disappeared.

Scientifically, you knew this wasn’t possible. But you also knew that scientifically, having no sun meant no crops could grow- the things keeping you all alive. So you figured that the reality of the situation was more important than how it actually came to be.

First the girl. Then the note saying the box would bring anymore supplies. Ben going insane. Then Thomas, Alby, and Minho getting trapped in the maze. And Albys weird instructions-

Sure, being stuck, helpless, in the Glade was never ideal to begin with, but you all made due. There was order to all of the chaos, but it seemed like ever since Thomas’s arrival, everything had come tumbling down, crushing you in the process.

It was all too much. You could hardly breathe.

But you couldn’t worry about that at the moment, not when so many of the Gladers were thrown into a panic that only you and the few others in charge could even have a small hope of curing.

“Hey! Alright, listen up!” Your voice boomed over the open space, effectively gaining the attention of everyone around and silencing them, “Until we know what’s going on, everyone head to the Homestead.”

Only a few quiet murmurs escaped from the lips of all the boys, but they all did as you said without question, trusting you.

All you could do was hope that their trust wasn’t misplaced.

“Y/n,” Newt came up beside you, “We have a problem.”

“You don’t say.” You deadpanned.

The blond boy shook his head, “It’s not just the sky… the doors to the maze aren’t closing… nothing's happening.”

Your throat tightened, “What the hell do you mean?”

He gestured towards the entrances, “They should have closed by now.”

Your eyes widened and you glanced towards a couple of stragglers nearby who were yet to make it into the Homestead.

“Come on, people! Move it!” You snapped, worry seeping into your tone.

They exchanged glances, but didn’t question it, just doing as you said and changing their paces to a small jog.

Once you and Newt did a sweep to make sure that nobody was left outside, you yourselves went in and assisted in barricading all of the doors and windows to hopefully keep the horrible grievers out.

Raise our glass to the four of us

“The grievers will kill one of us each night until all of us are dead!”

As if the crazed- slightly animalistic- look in his eyes weren’t enough to make you uneasy, his words threw you as well as everyone else within the Homestead into a full on panic.

Gally had burst in with disheveled hair and clothes to announce that to all of you, but you honestly had no idea how he knew or why he was telling everyone, he knew well enough that it would just shoot fear into everyone’s hearts.

Before anyone could so much as speak, the boy had already flung himself across the room just as one of the grievers that had been trying to penetrate the place broke in.

A shrill scream left your lips along with others as you all stumbled backwards.

But instead of charging at the rest of you, the griever followed along with Gallys words and simply disappeared after he had taken the boy.

A sob raked through your body when the boy who you never considered a friend nor foe disappeared along with the creatures into the night.

Thomas pulled you into a sideways hug, his chest falling up and down rapidly as he tried to regain control of his breathing.

“They’re gonna come for one of us each night,” You muttered, finally comprehending the server weight of that fact.

“The maps!” Alby burst out suddenly, leaping ungraciously to his feet and sprinting out of the room before any of you could so much as blink at his words.

Tomorrow there'll be more of us

“What the hell are you doing?” You cried, rushing towards the map room where Alby stood, torch in hand.

He released it, feeding it to the ever growing fire.

You received no response in return, it was silent as you stared at him with betrayal-filled eyes. He was destroying years of research- possibly the only chance any of you ever had of getting out of this place.

Minho came to a stop beside you, mouth slightly agape as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing- you barely could either.

“No!” You snapped out of your trance and lunged forward, as if to dive into the flames and save the maps.

“Hey, hey-“ Minho quickly caught you around the waist and pulled you back, “It’s alright, it’s alright.”

“Does this look alright to you?” Newt snapped, he and Thomas finally having made their way over to the three of you.

“I already moved the maps,” Minho explained calmly, “They’re safe.”

For the first time that day, you sagged in relief and quit fighting against your friends hold.

Telling the story of tonight

It was a code.

Of course it was, how could you have been so stupid to not notice before?

The girl- Teresa- had proven to be helpful after you let her out of the slammer and she was able to decipher the maps as different codes when all put together.

All you needed to figure out was how to use them.

“I can’t believe it,” You ranted excitedly to Newt, “After all this time, the answers have been right in front of us.”

The boy smiled softly when he heard something in your voice that he hadn’t heard in years.

Hope. Genuine hope.

As much as you had tried to fool the others that you still believed in your chances of getting out of there, he never fell for it. Not once.

“Y/n! Newt!” Minho was breathless as he came running over to the two of you, falling forwards with his hands on his knees when he reached you.

“What is it?” You noticed the worried look on his face.

“Thomas- the shucking idiot- he got stung by a griever. On purpose.”

Your heart stopped.

“What?”

As fast as you could, you sprinted to the Homestead, throwing open the door and crowding the bed that Thomas laid on.

Almost as if waiting for your arrival, his eyes fluttered open when you came to a stop in front of him.

“I have a plan.” Were the first words he uttered.

The story of tonight

It was a miracle that the Keepers- that anybody- had agreed to the reckless- and undoubtedly stupid- plan, and you honestly had no idea how Thomas did it. But now, you, and the rest of the Gladers that decided against staying, were gearing up with weapons to storm the maze and make your escape.

Minho shot you an encouraging smile- the best one he could muster- as he handed you a makeshift spear to defend yourself and others.

You tuned everything out as Thomas went over the plan once again with everyone, but you already had it down. All you had to do was keep telling yourself that it was achievable- that it was actually happening. That you weren’t just dreaming. That there was actually a chance of getting out of this place.

So when everyone charged forward with a loud battle cry, you joined in with them, falling into step with Minho and Thomas, who were leading the way through the maze.

At every twist and turn, there was a new griever lurking about, deadly weapons at the ready and deafening shrieks going.

You lost track quickly of how many of them you had stabbed, how many had tried swiping at you, only for you to duck at the last moment.

“Come on!” Thomas shouted above the chaos, rushing over and grabbing your wrist to drag you over to the edge of the cliff as the other Gladers held the beasts off.

Your wide eyes snapped over to him, “What? This wasn’t part of the plan-“

“I need you down there.” There was a sort of urgency in his voice as he spoke, and it reflected through his eyes as well, “Please, I can’t do this without you.”

You hesitated before slowly nodding. You came to the realization that you were the first person in the glade to show him kindness, and even if you only knew each other for a short amount of time, you were close friends. And he needed you, so you would be there for him.

“I’ll go first.” He called, giving you one last nod before jumping off the edge of the cliff, disappearing right where he said he would.

Your eyes flitted back to Newt and Minho, both of the boys sending your hurried nods to tell you to go along, that they would be alright and would keep everyone else safe.

So with that, you followed after Thomas, jumping off the cliff and into the abyss.

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heliads · 2 years ago

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ok so… i’m totally obsessing over Newt from TMR rn but i’m not sure if u still write for him🤧 but if u do i was thinking maybe something like during bonfire night the reader has had too many special drinks from Gally, accidentally confesses to Newt and lists everything she loves about him and then Newt gets all flustered and stuff (he’s so cute omg) but the reader is too drunk to go back to their own hammock so then Newt carries reader to their hammock but ends up sharing a hammock and then the reader doesn’t remember anything the next morning and then i’ll let u decide the rest😭

gally's special brew as a plot device >> it will always be famous to me

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In roughly thirty seconds, you’re going to reach a milestone you never thought possible. You’ve been waiting for this for a while now, counting down the days and hours and minutes like you were going to find yourself anywhere other than right here when your self-imposed timer went off. All you’ve got to remember the date is a memory, but given the fact that you only recall so many of those, it was easier to place than one would expect.

An alarm goes off across the Glade, ear-piercing klaxons rattling off of the high stone walls surrounding you. The rest of the boys around you start to amble towards the source of the noise, the Box newly arrived from who knows where, but you stay put for the time being, just breathing in the moment.

One blond boy next to you, your closest friend and favorite person here, nudges you in the leg with his foot. You’re both sitting in the unruly grass, ignoring the press of the green strands against your arms and calves. You have a habit of always wanting to keep him within reach.

“Why aren’t you racing towards the Box?” He asks.

You tilt your head to the side, staring up at the sky. Robin’s egg blue dappled with clouds, it’s the only pocket of space outside the Walls that you’ll likely ever know. “Today marks one year since I showed up here for the first time.”

Newt whistles through his teeth. “Shoot, already? Feels like time has flown. I swore you came up just last month.”

“No, I’ve been keeping count. Twelve months and I’m still here.”

Newt winces. He made a promise to you at the very start that he would get you out in six months, then, when that deadline came and went, he lengthened it to a year. The oath was only sworn because you were nervous about this place when you were still a Greenie and unused to the idea of living and dying here in endless repetition. You’re no happier about that fact now, but you are more used to it, at least.

“Well,” he starts off, “maybe you’re still here, yeah, but Minho and the other Runners are getting closer to finding a way out, I swear. Minho says they’re this close to having mapped the whole thing, then we’ll have an escape route for certain. Just give it another year. You won’t even notice the time passing, I promise.”

It’s kind of Newt to try to distract you again, even though you both know by this point that it’s useless. Minho is getting closer to traveling every pathway of the Maze, yes, but what Newt isn’t mentioning is how little the Keeper of the Runners actually is to finding something useful. Whenever you ask Minho what he’s learned about how to get out of here, he only ever comes up with a blank slate.

Still, harping on that doesn’t exactly make for a good time, so you’ll let yourself play along with Newt’s idea of your inevitable escape from this place for now. He’s losing hope even faster than you, even if he doesn’t tell anyone. It would be good to keep up the pretense.

You eye his leg, the one with the limp, and nod. “Yeah, next year for sure.”

Newt sits in silence for a moment or two longer, then stands up carefully, offering a hand to you. “Come on, then. We’ve got a Greenie to stare at and stuff to unpack from the Box, no time for musing. Besides, we’ve all got to get ready for the bonfire later tonight.”

You accept his offer of help, and when you’re on your feet once more, your smile is back. “I forgot about the bonfire! Oh, that’ll make everything better. Always does.”

Newt grins. “You’re just saying that because it’s the one time a month Alby will let all of us get proper wasted and skip work for the afternoon.”

“Of course I am,” you laugh, “I want to have fun! Is that such a terrible thing?”

Newt slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side as the two of you walk lopsidedly over to the Box opening. The other Gladers have already crowded around the opening, but there’s enough space for the two of you to peer in at the befuddled newcomer inside if you squeeze past a few Track-Hoes.

“No,” he murmurs later, once you’ve almost forgotten what you were talking about, “I don’t think it is.”

Damn right. You’ve looked forward to each Bonfire Night of your full year here with just as much excitement as everyone else. The soaring flames, the delighted shrieks and shouts of your friends, plus Gally’s special brew, everything about the celebration is a joy to behold. You can watch Gally kick the asses of people who should have known better to challenge him, or observe the Greenie as he tries to figure out his name.

Or, better yet, you can sit in a circle of your friends and tell jokes that get progressively worse as the lot of you get progressively more tipsy and tired. The night wears on, the stars burn themselves out above you just trying to catch a glimpse of your magnificently roaring fire, and all is well, as much as it can be around here.

At some point, you look up and you’re sitting alone with Newt towards the outskirts of the gathering. You don’t remember quite when that happened, but you’ve refilled your glass enough times that the memory loss sort of makes sense. Does anything here, though? No, not at all. Not ever.

Newt’s grinning over at you, saying something that you have to focus extra hard to hear. “Are you lucid again?”

“Not entirely,” you beam up at him, “Have I had a lot to drink tonight?”

Newt grimaces. “Probably more than you should have. You’ll be regretting it tomorrow, I can promise you that. Sorry for not cutting you off earlier.”

You shake your head a little too wildly and have to pause for a moment to blink the stars out of your eyes before continuing. “No, that’s not your fault. You don’t have to watch out for me all the time.”

Something almost like hurt plays upon Newt’s features, mixing with the warm glow of the firelight, and it makes you rush to say something so he stops looking so unhappy. “Only if you don’t want to watch out for me, that is. I like having you around. Makes me feel better.”

“Really?” Newt asks, amused.

“Really,” you confirm happily. “You’re my favorite person here by far. Minho teases me about that a lot, actually. He says I should soldier up and just tell you that, but he can’t bully me anymore, because I’m talking about it right now, aren’t I? He’s right, though, I do like you. Oh– I was thinking, Newt, and– and I think I’m okay, staying in the Glade forever, if I’ve got you here with me. You’re the best thing about this place.”

You hadn’t meant to ramble on like that, but the words came easily enough from your throat, and Newt seemed like he really wanted to hear what you were saying, so you went ahead and let him.

Newt sits for a few minutes in stunned silence before clearing his throat a little too loudly. “Um. Well, I think you should get to bed. Like, now. I think you’re drunk.”

“No,” you protest, “well, I am drunk, yeah, but I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk. I mean it, Newt. I really do.”

Newt’s expression softens. “I know you did, sweetheart. Let’s go to bed anyway, though. I think some rest would be good for you.”

“Alright,” you decide.

Newt stands up. You try to start walking back with him, but your feet refuse to cooperate on the uneven ground and you end up tripping more than you should. Eventually, Newt laughs quietly and picks you up, easily carrying you back to your hammock. He tries to set you down but you’re seized by the overwhelming panic that he’ll leave you here alone and you complain vehemently.

He’s still in a good temper, though (is it not wonderful to be needed?) and instead shifts so he’s lying down in his hammock instead, you on his stomach. You whisper goodnight to him and he says goodnight back, then a beat and a half later, did you really mean what you said? About me, that is? About how you–

You can’t really pick up what he’s saying, though. He was right about you needing rest, because the gentle swaying of the hammock and the soft beat of his heart under your head is just enough to send you off to sleep. Darkness pulls you under in an instant, and you’re rocked away to the tune of the crickets chirping somewhere in the distance and Newt still mumbling questions against the top of your head.

You can sense your hangover looming like dark clouds on the horizon, signaling a true storm of a day about to wreck you for good, but for now it’s just in the distance, not quite yours, not yet. The terrible feeling is warded off by an odd sense of calm and quiet. It’s warm now, warm and comfortable in your hammock, which is strange. Usually, you wake up cold on mornings in the Glade, but not today. It makes you want to snuggle down further, push off consciousness just a little longer.

Then your hand connects with something that isn’t one of your few allotted threadbare blankets or the knots of your hammock, something soft, like skin. A hand, one that isn’t yours. Your eyes fly open and– well, you don’t remember this, but you’re not exactly going to complain.

Newt is lying next to you, still asleep. You are curled up beside him, must have fallen asleep with your head on his chest. One of his hands is just touching yours, the other is cupping the back of your head to pull you closer to him.

Immediately your brain splits into two warring factions. One half wants to run away quickly, figure out what happened and why you’re here. This isn’t what you’re supposed to be doing, you know. Shuck, Alby would have a fit if he saw the two of you like this. Probably enough to throw you in the Slammer for a couple of hours.

The other part of yourself wants to stay here forever, to close your eyes and make Newt wake up first and handle it. You haven’t felt peace like this in a while. It’s just the two of you, soft and sweet and mostly folded over in sleep. Why should you disturb this? Disturb him? He’ll just be unhappy if you wake him and force him to realize that you’re here. Probably. Unless he’s the one who let you sleep in his hammock, which is more likely and far more terrifying.

Your issue is solved when Newt shifts slightly, rocking the hammock, and wakes up at last. You quickly shut your eyes and feign sleep, but judging by the movement of his chest as he laughs, you were caught in the act.

“I know you’re awake, Y/N.” He says.

You reluctantly open your eyes. “Maybe. By any chance, do you know why I’m here and not in my own hammock?”

You might just be kidding yourself, but you swear something almost like disappointment crosses Newt’s face. “You were pretty drunk last night,” he says at last, “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

It’s a decent explanation, but that doesn’t explain why he’s looking at you like he really, really wants you to remember something about the events of the most recent Bonfire Night. “What did I do last night?” You ask slowly.

Newt shakes his head. “You didn’t do anything, trust me.”

“Then what did I say? You’re looking at me like you’re going crazy.”

Newt furrows his brows in a moment of indignation. “What? I’m not– I’m not looking at you like that. Anyway, you might have said a thing or two. Maybe.”

You stare at him in disbelief. “Newt, if you keep withholding information from me, I’m going to rock the hammock so much you fall on the ground. What happened?”

He has the audacity to laugh at your threat, as if you weren’t completely serious about it. “Alright, alright. You might have told me that you liked me.”

Your sense of terror, which had faded briefly after Newt woke up, is back in full force. “I did what?”

“You told me you liked me,” Newt repeats, “and I thought– well, you were drunk, so I thought you didn’t mean it, but–”

“I did mean it,” you whisper.

Newt’s eyes are wide when you dare to risk a glance back up at him. “Oh.”

That’s a bad oh. Has to be. You move to get up and try to run away before he can look at you like that anymore, but Newt tightens his grip around your waist, forcing you to lie back down. “Wait, wait. Don’t go. I like you too.”

Now it’s your turn to be surprised. “You do?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling, “Have for a while. Minho teases me about that too, by the way. No wonder he seems so frustrated about it, he has to listen to both of us moping around even though we both like each other.”

You laugh. “That would be annoying, yes. He has to be happy now, though, we finally told each other about it.”

“That we did,” Newt says, and you can feel the upturned crescent of his lips as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

Maybe you spent a whole year in the Glade without ever seeing rescue. Maybe another year will pass without anything, or maybe five, or ten. Maybe you’ll never leave at all. Still, you’ve got your reasons to be happy after all. They start with him.

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tarareindeer · 7 days ago

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Part 2 : Uneven Paths

The office was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that makes you hyperaware of every little sound—the hum of the air conditioning, the faint click of your keyboard, even the soft scratch of Claggor’s pen as he sat at his desk, pretending to work. You didn’t know why he was still here. Probably because the universe had decided your suffering wasn’t complete without him lingering like a bad punchline.

Finally, he spoke, breaking the silence with his signature mix of confidence and audacity. “You know, if this was a rom-com, this would be the part where we realize we’re secretly in love and kiss under the fluorescent lights.”

You didn’t even look up from your screen. “Good thing it’s not, because I’d rather kiss a stapler.”

Claggor laughed, that low, annoying chuckle that somehow always got under your skin. “Come on, you don’t mean that. Admit it—you’d miss me if I wasn’t around to spice up your life.”

You snorted, still typing. “Spice up? You’re about as spicy as unseasoned chicken, Claggor. I’d survive.”

“Ouch.” He clutched his chest like you’d physically wounded him. “And here I thought I was your favorite office distraction.”

You finally turned your chair to face him, raising an eyebrow. “Favorite? You overestimate yourself. You’re more like background noise—mildly annoying but easy to ignore.”

Claggor grinned, leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. “Admit it, though—without me, you’d be bored out of your mind.”

“Without you,” you countered, “I’d be done with this project and halfway home by now. So, no, I wouldn’t be bored—I’d be productive.”

He spun his pen between his fingers, that irritating smirk never leaving his face. “Maybe I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you’re not working too hard.”

You folded your arms, narrowing your eyes. “Oh, so now you’re my guardian angel? What’s next, you gonna offer me life advice?”

“Only if you ask nicely,” he shot back, leaning forward with a wink. “But seriously, you’ve been here late every night this week. You ever take a break, or is hustling your whole personality?”

“Some of us don’t have the luxury of coasting through life,” you snapped, your voice sharper than you intended.

Claggor’s smirk faltered for a second, but he recovered quickly. “I’m not coasting. Believe it or not, I work hard too.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, sure. Must be exhausting being you, with your perfect life and your fancy suits.”

He nodded, his voice softer than usual. “It’s not as perfect as you think.”

The sincerity caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. But before the silence could stretch too long, he grinned again, the teasing tone back in full force.

“Anyway,” he said, standing up and grabbing his jacket. “If you ever want to swap sob stories over drinks, let me know. I’m a great listener—and I promise to let you roast me for at least half the night.”

You shook your head, turning back to your screen. “I’ll think about it… when pigs fly.”

He chuckled, heading toward the door. “I’ll pencil it in.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts—and the annoying realization that the night had felt a little less lonely with him there.

(tmr last part...to be continued)

#claggor x reader #claggor #arcane #fanfic #fem reader #x reader

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ivesterrarium · 1 year ago

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Christmas TMR Headcanons!

*You can find my Halloween ones here

The Glade celebrate the new year more than Christmas, and would therefore have their new year resolutions as promises to one another. Some would give actual handmade gifts, but most would go off with a simple gesture.

Chuck would give prank gifts to people, usually next to their sleeping bag or cot so they didn't know it was him.

In a modern au, the main few would all have their specific Christmas tree topper, and if they were to all live together, it would get very hectic.

Thomas: A silver wire angel Minho: A glow-up wire reindeer Newt: A golden star Teresa: A white angel model Brenda: A snowflake

Every day of December there'd be a different Christmas tree topper, and nearing Christmas day, they'd all get tense whenever around the tree. What do you choose for your tree topper?

Newt has no shame and will absolutely be eating mince pies as soon as they are in store (I do this too, lol, I saw a box of them in September)

Most of the main few take mistletoe quite well (at this point, Minho has kissed everyone, they are starting to suspect he's doing it on purpose) but Thomas... he's a complete mess.

He instantly malfunctions the second he realises he's under the mistletoe, and then has to sit in his own puddle of bisexual disaster-ness for a minute or two.

Newt is often really thoughtful with his gifts, but ends up panicking on Christmas day and watches in mortification as his friends all open gifts from him, only for them to find it just as sweet as Newt three weeks prior.

As I said in my previous Halloween headcanon post, Teresa and Sonya both love the patterned season themed socks, and that's not just restricted to Halloween.

As I said there, Teresa would have her socks organized for December and late November, while it would be April and Sonya would be wearing garish green Grinch socks.

Brenda has about a wardrobe full of ugly Christmas jumpers, and has a hard time deciding which ones to wear on Christmas day.

Back with the idea of the main few living together, they would all help out with the cooking. Because of their mixed talents, the turkey would be immaculate whilst the pigs in blankets are burnt and the gravy being evaporated.

Favourite Christmas songs, now! They'd have a shared Spotify playlist where all the Christmas songs would go, Brenda would automatically skip whenever Mariah Kerry would start playing, much to both Teresa and Minho's despair.

Thomas: Last Christmas by Wham! Minho: All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Kerry Newt: Fairytale of New York by The Pogues, Kristy MacColl Teresa: Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by Mariah Kerry Brenda: Merry Christmas Everyone by Shakin’ Stevens

What are your favourite Christmas songs?

Newt, Minho and Thomas would watch those shitty Christmas hallmark movies together (whenever any characters would do anything remotely sexual or romantic, Minho would turn to the two others and go 'that's SO us')

Thanks for reading! Merry-almost-Christmas to those who celebrate it and a merry-almost-December-25th to those who don't.

#tmr #the maze runner #newt tmr #thomas tmr #minho tmr #teresa tmr #brenda tmr #sonya tmr #headcanon #newtmas #minewt #thominho #thominewt #thomesa #trenda #chuck tmr

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2012aura · 2 years ago

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just something to hold y’all over while i work on prt 3 …

imagine you and ellie are on a date, and it’s at your place of work; aka a coffee shop. you’re off and you’re enjoying your day at your place of work, very ironic. you’re there just reading a book in the very quiet cafe, letting the calm of being in ellie’s presence for the whole day settle in. she’s just staring at you, totally eloped with your beauty, even if today was supposed to be a “lazy day” you still managed to look beautiful. you place your book down to look up at her and sip on your coffee, you start feeling the pressure of her longing stare. “you okay els?” you speak up, setting your cute cat mug onto the wooden table, and she breaks out of her trance. “huh? yeah baby i’m okay, i’m just- you’re so beautiful” she says as she grabs your hand, needing to feel your touch.

you don’t turn away from it, you embrace it, you haven’t felt love like this in a long time. a true and comforting love no matter where you were, and who was looking. “thank you els, i think the same about you every morning, matter fact every hour and second of the day.” you smile warmly, seeing her cheeks heat up in the moment. “hey i’m supposed to be the complimenter here, don’t steal my job!” she joking said, raising her voice slightly. you extended both your hands to grab hers and you both just sit there, in the comfort silence around you. with the beautiful nature outside the small window of the cafe, and the delicious smelling drinks you both have in-front of you.

“i love you els, with all my heart.”

“i love you baby, with everything in me”

hopefully this will hold y’all thirsty ppl over, i PROMISE it’ll come out tmr or saturday!

part 3

#2012aura ♡#nayobrains♡#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams blurb

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yukiumisakura25 · 1 year ago

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AN: This is A TakeMikey ship, but from the present time, so they’re adults! Also like an alternative universe where Takemichi only needed to save two people. -SMALL SPOILER ALERT- It was going to be a one shot, but I kept writing. My second SNZFIC!

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: TAKEMIKEY (Takemichi and Mikey)

CW: It’s messy, description of snot, sneezing, contagion, spoiler alert, and cussing.

Synopsis: Takemichi has a date with Mikey, but Mikey shows up late and is sick as a dog.

First Date Back

Takemitchy took an hour getting ready for his date with Mikey. He fought with his black hair to stay tamed as he put on a nice, light blue collared shirt that complimented his deep blue eyes. He decided since it was supposed to be a warm day, tan shorts would be the best to go with. After getting back to the future, having saved Draken and Baji, he discovered he was still connected to Toman, even if he was not officially in the gang anymore. He planned to ask more questions about what happened, as he only just recently reconnected with Mikey, but all he could think about was the text message he received yesterday morning.

‘Wanna to go on a date Mitchy?’ Takemitchy never sent a yes so fast before.

‘Great! I’ll see ya tmr at R. Amusement Prk at 9!’

Takemitchy re-read that message at least 10 more times before he could process what had happened. He could barely sleep that night and now he’s staring in the mirror, debating on putting cologne on or not.

He left his house with thirty minutes to get to the location, deciding against anything too extra. He took the train to the amusement park and ran the rest of the way. He checked his watch and found he was five minutes early and sighed in relief. He looked at his reflection in the water and fixed his shirt and his hair that got messed up in the run. Fixing his collar, he stood outside the park, and checked his phone.

It was 9:03 a.m.

Takemitchy fiddled with his phone as he kept looking around, waiting for Mikey’s figure to show up or to hear his voice.

He checked his phone after a few more minutes, finding that it was now 9:07 a.m.

Takemitchy called Mikey, knowing if it was him late, he’d get an earful and probably a forehead flick from Mikey. The phone rang three times before it stopped.

‘Yo this is Mikey, I’m not here at the moment, obviously, leave a message if you want to-‘The voice mail was cut off by an incoming call from Draken. Takemitchy quickly answered it, feeling worried about the lack of Mikey.

“Draken?” He held the phone close to his ear.

“Takemitchy, hey. Did Mikey call you yet?” Draken asked, sounding out of breath. Takemitchy’s eyebrows furrowed.

“No, and he didn’t answer my call. And he didn’t show up to our- well…” Takemitchy was blushing, unsure if he should mention their date.

“Anyway, is he alright? Have you heard- “

“Takemitchy!” He heard from his far left. He almost gave himself whiplash when he turned his head and found a breathless, red-faced Mikey. He was bent over, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, his black hair falling onto his face.

Takemitchy beamed and used his free hand to wave to Mikey.

“Mikey! I’m over here!” He called to him, then heard Draken through the phone.

“Mikey?? He’s there?? Why- “

“Sorry to worry you Draken, he made it. I’ll have him give you a call later, I promise!” Takemitchy pulled his phone away.

“Wait Take- “Takemitchy hung up and Mikey jogged slowly over to him.

“Sorry I was late, I slept through my alarm.” Mikey said, still sounding breathless. Takemitchy beamed and shook his head.

“No, it’s fine, you’re here now.” Takemitchy said excitedly. Mikey smiled lightly before letting out a small cough. Takemitchy was able to fully appreciate Mikey’s casual wear. A light green jacket over a black button up, and dark jeans that showed off his ass.

“Let’s go Mitchy!” Mikey grabbed Takemitchy’s hand and ran inside, quickly purchasing two tickets.

“Mikey, I could’ve gotten my own tickets.” Takemitchy blushed, allowing Mikey to pull him around with no resistance.

“No way Mitchy, I asked you out, so I wanted to pay.” Mikey smirked, pulling Takemitchy further into the amusement park. He abruptly stopped, Takemitchy nearly faceplanted into his back.

“Ow, Mikey!” Takemitchy rubbed his nose with his free hand. Mikey made a soft, breathy sound.

“Heh…” Takemitchy looked over Mikey’s arm to see his face. His eyes squinted as his mouth hung open alittle. Takemitchy noticed his nose was twitching like a rabbit’s.

“Mikey?”

“HEH-KSHUUU!” Mikey leaned forward violently, spraying the air without even attempting to cover. Takemitchy moved back, nearly jumping at the intense display.

It was quiet for a moment, then he heard a soupy sniffle as Mikey stood up straight.

“Mikey?” Takemitchy softly asked, watching Mikey rub his nose on his sleeve from behind with another sniff.

“Hm?” Mikey questioned, turning to look at Takemitchy with his nose still in his sleeve.

“Are you okay?” Takemitchy asked looking into his eyes, which looked away as he sniffed.

“I’m fine, just a sneeze.” Mikey grumbled and sniffed harder, rubbing his nose harder on his jacket. Takemitchy huffed and reached into his pocket to pull out a free tissue packet he got from the station.

“Don’t use your sleeve Mikey, here.” He held the packet out to him. Mikey froze and eyed the packet, then to his own hand holding Takemitchy’s. Takemitchy held the packet to Mikey, waiting for him to take it. After a moment of Mikey not taking it, he looked at the hand holding his. He sighed and tried to pull his hand free, but Mikey kept a firm grip.

Takemitchy huffed. “Mikey, you need to let go so you can clean up.” Mikey looked to the side, muffled a ‘No’ as he kept his grip firm.

Takemitchy sighed heavily. “Mikey. Fine, here.” Takemitchy used his teeth to open the packet and held out the tissues. In one swift motion, Mikey grabbed a few and turned away from Takemitchy to clean up his face. Mikey took a deep breath and blew into the tissues, making a squelching noise as he rubbed his nose roughly.

“Mikey, are you sick?” Takemitchy asked concerned, to which Mikey turned to look at him with his nose buried in the tissues.

“Me? Sick? HA!” Mikey put the used tissues into his pocket.

“C’mon, I wanna ride the gut blaster!” Mikey pulled Takemitchy off to the right, stopping at the rollercoaster. Although he wasn’t sure what was going on with him, he trusted Mikey.

If he felt bad, he would tell Takemitchy, right?

He held onto that hope after the next three rollercoasters, Mikey looking more and more drained after each one.

“Let’s sit for a moment Mikey.” Takemitchy said worried as Mikey looked pale, with a permanent blush on his cheeks.

“No, wait. We haven’t sniff mbade it to the ferris wheel.” Mikey began to sound congested, pulling gently on Takemitchy’s hand, the same hand he refused to let go of the whole day.

“Mikey, you don’t seem very well.” Takemitchy spoke worried.

“Mbitchy, I- heeeh...” He used his free hand to rub his nose, trying to stave off the sneeze. Takemitchy frowned.

“Mikey-“

“HEh-TCHEEEW!” Mikey turned and sprayed off to the side, takemitchy watching as tiny droplets fell onto the pavement. The sneeze made Mikey off balance and Takemitchy held his shoulder while gripping Mikey’s hand abit firmer.

“Heh- Heh- HESHEEEW!” Takemitchy held onto Mikey’s shoulder as he threw his body forward with the sneeze, keeping him balanced as Mikey swayed.

“Mikey! Are you okay??” Takemitchy worriedly led Mikey to a bench, sitting him down.

“Sniff Guh.” Mikey lifted his head, and a string of snot was hanging from his right nostril. Takemitchy sat next to him and rubbed his back, frowning.

“You’re sick.” It wasn’t a question anymore. Mikey sniffed hard, looking forward with a glare, like he was mad his body betrayed him. Takemitchy pulled out his phone, as Mikey used his sleeve to rub his nose again. He eyed Takemitchy as he snuffled.

“What are you doing?” Mikey asked warily.

“I’m calling Draken, to pick you up- hey!” Mikey let go of Takemitchy’s hand and quickly grabbed his phone.

“No!” Mikey called out desperately. The tone in his voice shocked Takemitchy, as he had never heard Mikey like that.

“We- We sniff haven’t gotten to the ferris wheel, or take a picture, or- or sniff sniff “ Mikey’s eyes welled up with tears, and his nose was running. Takemitchy waved his hands unsurely, taken aback from the crying Mikey.

“Mikey, it’s okay.” He said, trying to calm him down. He took both his hands, ignoring the sticky and wetness of one of them.

Mikey shook his head, tears falling down his face.

“It’s not! I wanted to go on the ferris wheel sniff with you.” He cried out, trying to sniff back his congestion. Takemitchy then noticed how hot Mikey’s hands were and reached up to touch his cheek, then his forehead.

“Mikey, you’re really hot.” He said worried. Mikey gave a forced chuckle.

“Really Mbitchy? Flirting right ndow?” He spoke a little playfully, closing his eyes and trying to keep from shivering as Takemitchy held a hand over his forehead.

“I’m serious Mikey, I think you have a fever. A high one.” Takemitchy looked at Mikey concerned. Mikey sniffed as he leaned into Takemitchy’s hand with a hm.

“Takemitchy!” He heard a booming voice from behind and turned to see a disheveled Draken running towards them, having a hand.

“Ah! Draken!” Takemitchy yelled back and stood up, getting Draken’s attention. A shaky hand gripped his shirt.

“Hah..heh..” Mikey hitched as he held onto Takemitchy’s shirt.

“Mikey, wait- Mikey-“

“Heh He-HESCHEEEW!” Mikey snapped forward with the sneeze, coating the bottom of Takemitchy’s shirt in a thin layer of snot and saliva. A blob on snot landed on the crease of Takemitchy’s shirt and the hand holding him down. Takemitchy held in a deep sigh, then noticed that Mikey wasn’t done as his eyes were still squinting.

“Damn.” Takemitchy grabbed Mikey’s nose to save himself from another snot shower as Mikey snapped forward again.

“HEH-PTCHU” Mikey stifled into Takemitchy’s hand, the congestion from his nose splattering Takemitchy’s fingers. If he were in his right mind, Takemitchy wondered if Mikey would have been embarrassed. Mikey tried to sniffle and whined as Takemitchy hadn’t moved his hand.

“Mbitchy~ sniff.”

Takemitchy searched through Mikey’s pockets for the used tissues, then heard heavy footsteps jogging up beside him.

“Take..mitchy..” Draken was out of breath, leaning forward to catch it. He choked alittle and coughed. Takemitchy let go of Mikey’s nose and slowly pulled back, a huge string of mess following his fingers as he held up the used tissues to wipe off his fingers and then Mikey’s face gently. Mikey made a soft nose that nearly broke Takemitchy’s heart while getting off most of the mess.

“You dumbass…” Draken stood straight, glaring at Mikey, then Takemitchy’s gentle cleaning.

“I told you to stay home.” He gritted out, moving closer to Mikey and touched his forehead.

“Fucking hell Mikey, you’re burning up!” Draken pulled his hand back, then turned to Takemitchy.

“And you, why didn’t you answer your phone??” He demanded. Takemitchy turned to toss the tissues into a nearby bin, not being able to move far as Mikey kept his grip on his shirt.

“My phone? I didn’t receive any calls. When I went to call you, Mikey took my phone.” Takemitchy frowned, trying to look into Mikey’s glazed over eyes. Draken saw the phone in Mikey’s hand and took it with ease. He looked at it and tched.

“That’s cause you have shitty service.” Takemitchy looked up at Draken when he sighed.

“We need to find better reception to call Mitsuya, he’s probably freaking out.” Draken looked down at Mikey and put the phone into Takemitchy’s back pocket. He gently moved Takemitchy over, with Mikey’s grip still firm.

“Mikey.” He spoke softly, nothing at all what Takemitchy was used to. Mikey had his eyes closed, swaying a little as he fought to remain upright.

“Hm.” He replied quietly, proving the fever really kicked his ass.

“We need to get you home, get on my back” Draken turned around and got on a knee for Mikey to lean down. Takemitchy noticed how Mikey’s grip on his shirt slacked.

“Okay, then I’ll call Mitsu-YA?!” With strength Takemitchy didn’t think Mikey could muster, he was pulled into Mikey’s lap and his arms wrapped around his waist with a death grip.

“Mikey?! Wait, what are you doing??” Takemitchy blushed as he felt Mikey shove his face into Takemitchy’s back.

“No. Ferris wheel.” Even with the stuffy nose and muffle through his back, Draken and Takemitchy could hear the pout.

“Mikey, you’ve caused enough trouble as it is! Now let go of Takemitchy and get on my back!” Draken shouted, causing Mikey to shake his head ‘no’ and held Takemitchy tighter. The movement caused Mikey’s nose to rebel again and Takemitchy couldn’t move away as Mikey sneezed.

“PTSHU!” Takemitchy felt a warm wetness in the center of his back, trying his best not to grimace at the mess Mikey just made. Draken growled and grabbed Mikey’s arm and began pulling.

“Takemitchy isn’t your handkerchief you brat! You know how worried I was when Takemitchy told me you showed up?! I told your ass to Stay. In. Bed! I ran around town trying to find your grape flavored cold medicine and you take that moment to sneak out with a 100.4 degree fever?!” Draken roared; his sweet tone completely gone.

“NDO!” Mikey yelled muffled in Takemitchy’s back, gripping harder.

“Draken…stop..” Takemitchy choked as he could hardly breath. Draken tched and let go.

“Mikey…we can come back once you’re better. I promise.” Takemitchy tried to reason, but Mikey didn’t reply, only sniffed. Takemitchy sighed.

“Alright Mikey, one ride. But then you have to go home and rest. Deal?” Mikey looked up from behind Takemitchy.

“Really?? You mbean it??” Mikey sniffed and loosened his grip. Draken scoffed and spoke sarcastically.

“Yeah no, this is a great idea. Just give into him.” Mikey sniffed and rubbed his eyed before Takemitchy stood up, helping Mikey up. Mikey wrapped himself around Takemitchy’s arm and leaned onto him heavily.

“Okay, I’ll call Mitsuya, and we’ll meet you at the bottom of the ferris wheel.” Draken said and held up his phone. Mikey held a childish smile as he seemed over the rainbow. Takemitchy mentally sighed and nodded.

“Alright, see you then.” Takemitchy nodded and started to lead Mikey to the ride.

“Oh, and Mitchy?” Takemitchy turned his head to Draken with a questionable expression. Draken wore a shit eating grin.

“Mikey NEVER covers.” Takemitchy looked confused, then it clicked, hearing Mikey’s breath hitch.

“Heh..heh”

“Yeah, I guessed as much.”

“HEPTSCHEW!”

I tried to keep them as close to the characters as I could! I felt Mikey would totally be a brat being sick. Again, this was supposed to be a one-shot. Part 2?

~Plz Don’t Repost To Non-Snz Blogs~

#snzfic #tokyo revengers #takemikey #sano manjiro #takemitchy #mikey tokyo revengers #snz fet #sneezefic #sneeze blog #snz mess #mikey x takemichi #YUS25 Fics #fanfic #fanfiction #sneeze fucker #sickfic #sick fanfiction

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ravvenheart · 1 year ago

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fifi here, sparklative thong left a trace in my head (and since I’m occupied by other works, idk if I write it) so I’m leaving a prompt with a usage of those:

Roleplay in bed - SW and client, idk something along those lines. Feat SPARKLATIVE THONG. And maybe slight femininization (switching pronouns??? A bit of makeup)

A scene before - “lets try something new” talk with negotiation and boundaries, bc it’s good to talk abt trying something new

"Why this has been so has been sparkling?" jan asks, no one in particlar. In hindsight, the footage of him drunkenly wondering about this piece of fabric was slightly embarassing. With grammatical skills of the english language completely lost on him, Jure and Nace passed him after some time. The drummer chuckled along but ignored him ultimately but Nace, best boyfriend one could ever have, paid attention to him and listened to his ramblings. the battery of mark's battery conviently gave up, so he left for his bag inside, promising hed return in a moment.

"nacko, look at it, its so pretty"

The older nodded along and looked him up and down with dark eyes jan always got lost in. "Yeah, very pretty"

"But why so sparkla-, sparkly-, sparklative?" he rambled on, completely focsued on the thin fabric with deliacate lace and shining rhinestones.

Totally oblivious to the dark gaze his boyfriend is sending him, nace leaned in and whispered "Reds always been your color Janći. think youd look breathtaking"

Jans head whipped around at the words, trance abrubtly ending as he finally met naces mischevious eyes. something in his stomach fluttered as images flew around his head and his breath stopped for a second.

Lace across his pelvis, rhinestones framing his hips and fabric barely fitting his dick with the head peaking out to the side. Nace between his legs, kissing hickies onto his inner thighs and hands, gripping tight, leaving bruises on his hips. He felt himself shifting away from the hot breath on his sensetive skin but then again moving back, needing more, more stimulation, more touch, more nace. he was breathing hard as the bassists large, calloused hands caressed his sides and spread on his stomach. Goosebumps all over his body-

Jan felt the blush on his ears but the footsteps of marc made him return to the present because jesus christ, where did these thoughts come from? this was definetely neither the right time nor place to dive into this newly developed-, kink? Preference? interest? Well, whatever it was, nace chuckled meanly at jan, apparently fully aware of the crisis he started in the younger man. the bassist planted a short but hot kiss under his ear, making jan shiver and freed himself from his grip and turned back to walk back to the venue just as marc started filming again. quickly realizing he needed to get his act back to the "why is this so sparklative?", he rambled on again and yelled back at nace, though the older mans words reverberated in his mind. The vision even more.

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Guess who returned with a little treat!?

Dear fifi, you are so correct about the sparkative thong and there has been a vision in my head I cannot get rid of and I've been writing whenever I had time this week (in between working 40hrs and getting sick lol) and I am not even remotely finished but I really really wanted to share this with yall!

I'll try to get this done in the next few days, I think I am at 2k right now but I won't promise anything, because I never fulfill my promises anyway lol but I offer this as a little tasting, teasing you for what is about to come (and who!)

Excuse the typos, I haven't betad this yet and I'll be going on a trip to brugge tmr and I am very tired, I promise the finished version will be better!

#jan peteh #nace jordan #nace x jan #jance

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maze-mind · 11 months ago

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Notice for TSoA ~ TMR

1/5 - Clarification:

TSoA stands for the name The Start of Anew. There will be no rebranding of characters' personalities and etc. If I make a mistake writing characters, I LOVE feedback.

As well, if I mess up the pronouns for ANY chapter, notice, or log, *I have no problem fixing it*.

There will be 3 versions of each chapter/log, and they will follow the EXACT same storyline. Nothing will change except a small bit of dialogue/wording.

This will not be a romantic story. The y/n and OCs will be asexual.

Y/n version is gender-neutral.

2/5 - Context:

The male version can be interchanged for a male y/n, if you want.

Same up above for the female version.

Like I said in the pre-view, this story will be up for public consumption. You can tweak/change anything that happens in it, and call it your own.

There will be platonic Minho stuff in this. No smut, (very much) fluff, and a lot of angst. But I'll make those parts skip-able.

3/5 Storyline:

The storyline is 100% based on the Canon book and will include every single death with no changes to how, why, and where. This book will only be the first book (The Maze Runner); the second book (The Scorch Trials) will be named something else.

4/5 Ships:

There will be no ships. This is because I don't want only a specific audience; I want *everyone* to enjoy it, no matter the context, what you ship, etc. That's why I'm making multiple versions.

5/5 Promises:

— I write out every single chapter and version in a rough draft, and I am one man, so updates are going to be uhm.. long-spaced.

— I take recommendations. Authors block sucks, so if you want something to happen, *I won't ignore it just because the story isn't "interactive".

That's all.. I think? Sorry for being formal, lol, I just hope people will enjoy it :)

(Added a smiley to demonstrate my angsty teenage age)

MASTERLIST IS: here

#the maze runner #tmr #tmr fanfic #tmr fandom #storylines #notice #story notice #please enjoy #i hope you like it

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fic-recs-by-mink · 2 years ago

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JANUARY 2023 FIC RECS: GO CHECK THEM OUT!

Okay, So This Month I Found So Many Amazing Fics… When I Say Go Read Them, I Mean Go Read Them! Aaaa It Was Great.

Additionally, I Think I’m Going To Start Adding Little Notes For Each Fic On The Monthly Lists, What They Were About, Why I Liked Them, Etc.. So We’ll See How That Goes.

KEY

🗝️ = I Loved The Style Of Writing

✈️ = I Loved The Plot/Idea

⭐️ = Well Portrayed/Written Characters (In My Opinion)

🔥 = 10/10 I Will Fight You Again

🤍 = Fluff

♥️ = Angst

🎉 = Seasonal (?? 😂)

little moments, by @parkers-peonies (Peter Parker MCU X Fem!Reader) 🗝️✈️⭐️🔥🤍

This Is What I Want, Right Here, Sir! XD. All Of The Little Scenarios Hit Just Right. Best Kind Of Vacation Imagine. OP Really Brought Every Fantasy I’ve Entertained About Going To Venice With My Crush To Life.

Chocolate and Promises (Part One) by @michelleleewise (Loki MCU X Fem!Reader) ✈️⭐️🤍♥️

Chocolate and Promises (Part Two A) by @michelleleewise (Loki MCU X Fem!Reader) ✈️⭐️🤍♥️

Chocolate and Promises (Part Two B) by @michelleleewise (Loki MCU X Fem!Reader) ✈️⭐️🤍♥️

The Whole Thing Was Full Of Angst And Love And Raw Emotion. If You Read Them In Order, It Initially Doesn’t Seem Like There Would Need To Be A Second Or Third Part, But It Really Blossomed. Very Satisfactory. There Are Abuse Themes, Just To Warn You.

a drunk blurb 4 you by @mrshipsmcgee, (TASM!Peter Parker X Reader) 🗝️✈️🔥🤍

Short And Cute And Just SO Sweet. Perfection. Only A Little Thing, But It Made My Day.

Baby power by @crimson25 (Loki Blurb) ✈️🔥🤍

Listen Up, My Two Best Friends Who Will Never Know I Have Tumblr.com, I Promise You That I Am Going To Get Married First And I Will Also Have Kids First, And I Promise That You’ll Be The Godparents And I Will 100% Pass My Child Off To You (Like How Pepper Did To Loki, Here,) When I Want To. 10/10.

listening ears by @literaila, (TASM!Peter Parker X Reader) 🗝️✈️⭐️🔥🤍

Gosh, This Fic Has Been One Of My Most Favourites By This Girl, By Far. I Follow Her From My Main, You Should, Too. Plot Was Easy To Follow, Great Dialogue As Always, 10k, I Really Lost Myself In This One. I LOVED The Incorporation Of All The Different Songs, Too.

Valentines, by @arzennn (Loki X Fem!Reader) ✈️⭐️🔥🤍♥️

If You Asked Me, It’s A Bit Early To Start Celebrating Valentine’s Day, But It Is Never Too Early For A Good Little Ficlet, Okay? And, Oooooh, Jealous Loki 😏. Gosh, I Wish Someone Would Ask Me Out Like This.

Punished by @gladerscake (Gally TMR X Reader) 🗝️✈️⭐️🔥🔥🔥🤍♥️

Listen To Me, When I Say That This Fic Right Here Is My Most Favourite Fic On The Planet, I Mean That This Is My Most Favourite Fic ON THE SHUCKING PLANET. Gosh, I Love It So Very Dearly. All Of This Girlie’s Works Are Fantastic And Genuine. I Follow Her From My Main, As Well, Although I “Lost” Her Blog In A Sense, So I Am Extremely Happy I Found Her Again. 1000000/10 <333

My Sunglasses by @this-kitten-is-smitten (Sebastian Stan X Reader) ✈️🤍

This One Here Is Very Cute And Domestic. Perfect Little Quarantine Read. 😊

If You’re An Author Of One Of These Fics And Would Prefer I Take You/Your Work Off This List/My Blog, Pls Message <3

#fic recs by mimi #fic recs #january 2023

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figula · 2 years ago

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so the dress my sister picked is an actual bridesmaid dress, which means it gets made to measurements. getting the measurements off her is perhaps unsurprisingly turning out to be a real struggle

we really should have just done it here, but she said she would rather do it at home pre-breakfast and at the time i was like sure whatever, but now im like .... :| tbf we both came to same conclusion after she'd already left that it would have made more sense to do it post-breakfast anyway so it's not really tight if she has anything to eat/drink. but that didnt occur to either of us at the time. she also doesnt want to know the numbers so she cant do it hereslf

anyway my mum measured her the other day + the measurements were just nonsense - the waist came out at like 3 inches more than her bust/hips and also more than MY waist measurement, which like - i promise you is not accurate lmfao like. not in an eating disorder-y way just in an "i have eyes" way

so after my mum fucked it up she suggested to my sister goes to an actual bridal store to get measured, my sister agreed, my mum made the appt, my sister ended up not going x_x my mum is going to give it another go tmr but otherwise i think im going to chalk this up to something she obviously isn't ready to do - that's ok - i will look up sizing charts for standard measurements, buy one in a size too big, + we can alter it later. have already messaged her suggesting this plan if she cant cope w/ the measurements

i really dont want this to be one of those things that triggers some hideous relapse. im like entirely happy for her to buy an off the peg dress but this dress that she picked only comes in made-to-order sizing. ahhh

ok as i was typing this i was talking t oher in another window lol and we had this conv:

so maybe it's just my mum being dramatic bc i did hear all this second-hand :|

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when-worlds-end-archive · 3 years ago

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Get Your Hands Off My Girlfriend

A/N - New fandom! New fandom alert! Time to write for one of my favorite TMR characters, the fluffy little newty boy! So very very excited, especially since I haven’t taken part in this fandom in a while! Let’s jump right in the chaos! Enjoy! :)

Day 15 of Writer’s Block Challenge

Pairing(s) : Newt x Female!Reader

Summary : The newest green bean hits on you, not realizing that you already have a boyfriend, the glade’s second in command, Newt.

Warning(s) : Male persistence/harassment, a couple swear words.

Word Count : 797

“Go on a date with me.”

Ever since the newest green bean had arrived in the glade, he’d been after you. Ever breakfast, every lunch, every dinner, even in between, it was always the same question. If he were asking anyone else, they would have been annoyed. You however, didn’t care that much, you were very good at blocking people out. It was something you’d gotten used to, being the only girl.

“I’ll pass,” you respond, the same answer you’d given him every time.

“Just one date,” he tries again, “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

You highly doubted that. Anyone that persistent normally couldn’t keep any of the promises they made, they just made them so that people would say yes. You weren't going to.

“No means no, Greenie,” Newt pipes up from across the table, pausing from his food to tell the newbie off.

“Let the lady speak for herself,” the boy fired back.

“Like I said before,” you took a bite out of your sandwich, “I’ll pass.”

As you chewed on your food, you could see the cogs in his mind turning, trying and failing to understand why your response was the one that it was. People like him just couldn't take no for an answer.

“You’re just saying that because Newt and Minho are here. I’ll be back to ask you again later,” with that, he finally leaves, allowing you to peacefully finish your meal.

“I truly don't understand how you’re able to tolerate it,” Minho wonders in amazement.

“Lots of practice, Minho. Lots and lots of practice.”

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“I want to tell him off,” Newt stated when you were laying in the grass far away from the rest of the graders, your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you.

“We’re not supposed to be dating,” you remind him of the rule Alby had set, one to keep the peace amongst all the boys.

“Fuck that rule,” he mutters, shoving his nose into your hair, “it’s a stupid rule.”

You couldn’t deny that statement so you lean up to kiss him instead, your senses immediately sharpening as you feel every sensation; the early summer breeze blowing past you, the grass brushing your legs, the beating of his heart beneath your hand.

“Just do your best,” you say when the kiss finally ends, “neither of us want to be scolded by the man in the charge.”

“Fair enough.”

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It as during a meeting that he asked you again, sliding in beside you, bumping Thomas out of the way. He truly had the worst timing, talking to you when you were focusing on other things, other tasks.

“Go out with me?”

“No.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“No.”

“Why are you playing so hard to get?”

“Why are you talking to me when Alby is making an important announcement?”

Surprising even to you, your patience was beginning to wear thin. Normally you could hold up a lot longer against the advances of the newest green bean but there was something about this boy that ticked you off. Maybe it was the consistency at which he asked you, maybe it was the timing of when he asked you, maybe it was the way he asked you, you truly didn’t know. You just knew that it bugged you.

Wanting to get away from him, you silently begin making your way over to Gally, knowing he’d protect you from the unwanted advances. You didn’t get far however when the boy’s hand wrapped around your wrist, keeping you rooted in place.

“Release me,” you grit out.

“Not until you say yes,” he responds, looking at you expectantly. He fucking expected you to say yes.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend,” a voice rang out. Newt.

At this point, the meeting had been put on pause, everyone’s eyes and ears on you as Newt stalked over, a murderous look in his eyes. It had been a very long time since you’d seen this look.

“What?” The boy stammered out, “girlfriend?”

“Are you deaf as well as dumb?” Newt asked, coming to stand beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist protectively.

“I, I,” the poor guy didn’t seem to know what to say.

“I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but if you ever touch her again, I will shove you into the maze myself.” Everyone in the room knew Newt wasn’t kidding, he never made threats unless he absolutely meant them.

“Yes sir,” he turned and fled to the other side of the room, much like a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs.

“With that out of the way, let’s resume out meeting,” Alby called out as you kissed Newt’s cheek in thanks, “and Newt?”

“Yes?”

“You both are in trouble.”

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masivechaos · 2 years ago

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ARE YOU OKAY?

minho x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: minho almost didn't make it to the doors on time and you are so worried but he can't seem to understand why

Warning/content: kinda angst to fluff, hurt to comfort, first kiss, set before tmr (no Thomas), a little mention of blood, wounds, one small mention of death, my english

a.n.: 1.4k words- argh i hate this one i'm so sorry

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As usual, you were waiting for Minho in front of the doors. The runner liked to spend his resting time with you. But you started to worry when he didn’t show up yet. Anxiously, you bit your nails and Newt swatted your hand away “Don’t do that” he was always stopping you from doing it.

You groaned, rolling your eyes “What is he doing?” you hated when Minho was late, it wasn’t the first time but you hoped he was going to hurry, you couldn’t lose him.

“Worrying for your boyfriend, huh?” Newt teased, elbowing you in the ribs gently. You shot him a glare, you weren’t very receptive to humour when you were stressed.

“He’s not my boyfriend” you mumbled, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Newt looked down at you with a smirk “But you love him” you hated the way he sang the end of the sentence.

You glanced at him, brushing your tongue over your top teeth “You want to talk about issues that make me angry?”

Newt raised his hands up in the air “Okay, okay” he chuckled. He stared down at you with a small smile “Hey” he caught your attention “He’s going to make it” he tried to reassure you as much as you could, as your best friend he didn’t want to see you like this.

Without even thinking you brought your nails to your lips. Eyebrows furrowed, you stared at the entrance of the maze “C’mon Minho. What are you doing?”

You finally saw him, in a poor state, running as fast as he could next to a Ben looking as pitiful as him “Minho!!” you shouted as you rushed to the doors, cheering him on as much as you could, encouraging him and Ben to run faster as the walls started to close. He had to make it out alive, you couldn’t handle his death.

The runners finally made it to the Glade, immediately falling to the ground, exhausted. You joined Minho, cupping his head between your hands “Are you okay?” Behind you the maze closed, the big doors touching each other in a great din.

Minho looked up at you with his iconic smirk “You’re with me, of course I am” unfortunately, you weren’t in the mood for his flirting, you still had the impact of all this stress and fear from a few seconds ago.

“Stop it, Minho!” you let out the tears you were holding for the past few minutes, slapping his shoulder, forgetting for a second he was probably covered in bruises and cuts.

Minho didn’t expect you to be this worried, and he hated that he felt a little guilty about being the reason for your cries. “Hey…” he said, sitting up “I promise you I’m fine” he smiled at you, hoping you knew he was honest.

A few more tears escaping from your eyes, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders “Don’t you ever do this again” you warned. You hugged him tightly, too scared he would disappear if you ever let him go.

Minho laughed in your arms “If I get a hug every time I almost die, I will probably do it more” he tried to lighten the mood but it didn’t go well. You pushed him away, still crying from too many emotions. He was always flirting with you but you knew he was only joking, you detested that it hurt.

“Don’t you get anything?” you said, brushing your tears away and getting up. You knew it wasn’t the best moment to go weak but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted him to know how much he mattered to you, you loved him so much and he didn’t even get it.

You just wanted Minho to understand why you cared this much. But it seemed like he didn’t even care and it broke you more than it should.

Minho watched you as you left him “What did I do?” he asked Newt who was next to him.

The blond boy shrugged with a little smile “You really are blind, aren’t you?” he said, extending his hand out for Minho to take.

The runner was as confused as ever, getting up from the ground “Just go get her” Newt smiled, patting Minho on the shoulder.

The latter started to search for you without even thinking, not willing to care about the way his body was hurting, he could go to the Medjacks later, also you were a Medjack yourself so everything was okay. He found you sat against a tree at the Deadheads “Hi” he said to announce his arrival, sitting down next to you. “What’s happening in this little head of yours?” He wasn’t good with words and he knew how clumsy he could sound.

Your cheek was pressed against your knee, legs brought to your chest “Nothing” you mumbled, too pride to admit you liked him.

“Please tell me. I don’t like seeing you like this”

With a sigh, you turned your head, facing him “I don’t like seeing you hurt. I’m scared and it’s like you don’t care” Your heart tightened in your chest, it hurt admitting it out loud.

Minho chose his words carefully “I care, I really do. But- I’m alive, you don’t have to worry anymore. And I’m sorry about the hug joke, I just thought- I don’t know… that you could enjoy hugging me but… I was wrong”

You froze as he spoke “Enjoy hugging you?” your lips curled into an ironic smile “You really don’t understand” you wanted to laugh at how oblivious he was.

You took a deep breath before talking “I care so much because… I like you Minho. And you make your jokes and I feel like an idiot” your cheeks were burning hot, you wanted to bury yourself in a tiny hole and never see him again.

“You… like me?”

You squinted your eyes, regretting your confession “Don’t make it a big deal. Forget it” you were about to get up when you felt a hand grabbing your wrist.

You turned around, eyes widening when Minho’s lips touched yours, his hand coming at the back of your head “Don’t you dare tell me to forget it because I like you too” he grinned. Minho never expected you to like him, to hide his feelings he joked with you. That was the only way he found to tell you how much he wanted to kiss you, how beautiful you were without making it obvious and he never thought it could hurt you, that was the last thing he wanted to do.

You stayed there, mouth wide open in shock, you always thought he was joking turned out the feelings were actually reciprocal. “You do?”

Minho nodded, his shit-eating smirk not wanting to leave his face “A lot” he said before leaning in again, kissing you tenderly.

When you pulled away, you offered him a small smile “I’m sorry for being rude to you. Didn’t mean to,” you were a little ashamed of your behaviour when he just got out of the maze, someone snappy was the last thing he needed.

The boy grinned as he pulled you into a hug “It’s okay” you held him a little tighter and heard him trying to suppress a groan.

“Are you okay?” you asked worried, trying to inspect his body as much as you could, searching for any marks of what happened beyond the walls “Why did you arrive this late?”

“I’m fine. We started to head back to the Glade when Ben sprained his ankle. We were both exhausted, I had to hold him on the way back but we had to hurry. Wasn’t careful enough and this time I was the one falling, hurt my arm but except this, we are both fine” he didn’t try to joke this time and his heart melted when he saw the way you looked at him. Like you cared about him more than anyone else.

Your hand came to cup his cheek “You have to go to the Medjacks” you got up and invite him to follow you, grabbing his hand to lead him to the shed.

When you enter the room no one was there, the boys probably already took care of Ben and finished their work for today. “Sit there” you demanded as you dig in the selves, searching for what you needed.

You turned around, facing Minho who sat on the table “Take off your shirt” you said, taking a salve between your hands.

Minho raised his eyebrow with a smirk “This early?” you shot him a glare and he took off his shirt. In revenge, you didn’t warn him the balm was going to sting. “Ouch,” he yelped.

“Can’t you just let me do my job?”

Minho smiled at you, he liked it when you were bossy “Yes ma’am” you smacked him on the shoulder one more time.

“Shut up” you refused to accept the heat on your face.

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blublublujk · 2 years ago

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love always wins (2)

-> chapter 1, chapter 2

words count: 6k

pairing: businesswoman y/n x businessman pjm ft. businessman kth

summary: you were given one simple task. how far are you willing to go for it?

warnings: in this chapter we do get a look at the relationship between oc and her father and just to warn you he's a piece of shit, it's a bit angsty (mental abuse), adult content, swearing/harsh language!!! (oops), alcohol, jimin can be a bit mean and maybe intimidating at first look (it's okay it will change quickly), sexual content (unprotected sex, fm. riding m., creampie)

a.n: this took so so long to get out as usual lmfao, i apologize for being so inconsistent but creating a whole new dialogue is so strange (i miss dilfy jk >.<) just to clarify a few things before the read, this ff will not end in a love triangle so do with that as you will. i know it will seem the oc & taehyung are hitting it off very well but this is a jimin x reader ff so it will get there i promise! im not a fan of writing love triangles but maybe some day… im so obsessed with these characters so far im excited ^.^ anyways, i wanted to get this out quickly since i have a concert to attend tmr and i cant believe i'll be thinking of other men who arent bts lol (wish me luck), feedback is always welcomed <333

—> m.list

Just one more year.

Your father promised just one more year.

One more year of standing tall by his side, only known as his golden child. One more year of the long– boring, mandatory parties. One more year of this false father-daughter relationship. Just one more eventful year.

Your father had declared his retirement only last year.

It was New Year’s Eve.

“Everyone let us please gather around quickly! Please take your seats! ” Nobody in the room really paid your father much attention at the time. Dinner had just been brought out, the room was a chattery mess. Everyone feigning for some nice warm bread to accompany their warm mashed potatoes. You had just stuffed down a roll of the sweet bread yourself, your cheeks puffing the loaf down. It was the only thing you could do during boring times like these. “Quiet down please! This won’t take much of your time!”

Doing as he asked, you chugged a glass of champagne before serving yourself another round then took your seat across him. People too, gathered pretty quickly after you, hot plates decorating the table.

Clearing his throat he started, “Well, you all might be wondering why you are here besides the obvious matters. The new year is approaching. There is so much to look forward to and so much more to expect. New years are filled with new opportunities, new advances, and most importantly, new beginnings.”

Your father takes a deep breath before he continues, “As many of you may know, I’ve been the backbone of SSM for many, many years. Too much to count. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, really. I’m very grateful our family was built off this very same company. We’ve had a long, long journey and it only keeps progressing. SSM will thrive forever.”

Cheers filled the room, while you downed another glass. The champagne tasted fucking delicious tonight.

Between smiles your father continued, “Quiet down please! Thank you, thank you! Now, with careful consideration and thoughtful planning, I’d like to announce a big change happening to SSM this new year. This news may shock some, but SSM will move forth regardless.”

The room stilled for a second anticipating the long awaited news. Whatever he had to say, it was dragging on for too long, you were so bored. Another glass of champagne was placed upon the dinner table, you picked it up with no shame.

“I have decided to retire from my terms with SSM within the new year.”

Shit.

No fuck, fuck, fuck.

“But with that being said, there isn’t any better fit for this position. With great honor, I would love to present to you your new CEO and the amazing woman I get to call my daughter, Y/N Y/L/N.”

The once blaringly loud room fell dead silent to your ears, though everyone jumped in excitement. But it was so quiet, so much that all you could hear was a buzzing ring, tinglingly inside your ears. The glass of champagne you once held came crashing down quite quickly.

You weren’t even given a chance to process anything. Those around you took turns embracing you, congratulating you on the great news. How fucking pathetic. Your fathers speech kept going but you weren’t listening, not after something like that. You fucking hated this moment more than anything. Out of everything he could have pulled from his ass, this— this was the worst.

You had mentioned several times that you weren’t ready for such a position and never would be. Frankly, it's a position you thought would never open, one you would never possess on your own behalf. Your father was very adamant about being the greatest, most successful CEO. But of course, he wouldn’t just leave this position to a nobody. You just didn’t expect it to be you. You could barely take care of yourself, how were you to take care of a whole fucking establishment? Much less lead others. You were done for.

He could have warned you.

He could have and didn’t.

“Congratulations, dear! You’ll do just wonderful!” Some older lady you didn’t even know by name, cheered, pulling you into her slim arms.

You couldn’t even force your arms to squeeze back, they kinda just hung around her loosely. “Thank you.” You whispered sadly. “I’ll try not to disappoint you all.”

That was the last you remembered of that night.

It’s how you ended up in these exact steps.

Your last task so to speak, but really it was just the beginning. Park Jimin, he signs and you’re free. Well not technically…

In the words of your father, you understood very well what Park Jimin would do for SSM.

Park Jimin didn’t need SSM.

SSM needed Park Jimin.

You hated to admit your father had been right all along. SSM was missing something. The company was missing new money, something your father nor you could have ever brung. Being born into wealth is always a privilege, but keeping it was worse than anything. Sure, other people have it worse, you will admit that. But those that lose money that once had nothing don't bat an eye at something they are used to experiencing. As harsh as it may sound, it's the way life worked for someone with wealth.

Park Jimin only had a taste of that. It was your job to bring him down.

You’ve been over this plan many times in your head. Park Jimin is not the enemy, but he could be. Losing an asset like him could be the upbringing of another establishment and the downfall of yours. Nobody wants to lose at the hands of business, but if it’s you or someone else, that other person doesn’t stand a fucking chance.

At first, you weren’t sure you could handle such a high position. But maybe your father was right, if not you, then who else? Business was your life. You weren’t good at anything else. It’s all you have ever known. And being quiet honest, you felt so fucking stupid for thinking that. But this was all a matter of confidence. You could get anywhere you wanted to.

Eventually there would come a time where you then would retire from this position too, but right now, you did the best with what you had. Your father fully retiring from his seat would mean you were left to do as you please, as you had always wished. So Park Jimin’s signature was all it took.

Collecting these businessmen like Pokémon cards was your job. And you were only the best at doing that. How you collected them was nobody’s business, right?

Park Jimin was suddenly nowhere to be found.

You searched everywhere. Quite honestly it made you panic, it wasn’t like this was the end of the world but maybe you were a bit desperate.

Taking sad steps, you found yourself in the kitchen pouring yourself yet another glass of the sweet champagne. That’s when you finally caught sight of him.

“And I’m sure you would do well in a company like ours.” The younger woman bat her eyes drastically, dragging her hand against Jimin’s arm. She gave his bicep a squeeze, his brow raising at the action, though he didn’t push her away.

You scoff silently from your place. What a fucking bitch.

“Jimin!” You call the man's name as you reach the two.

He turns, immediately his eyes smile before his lips. “Y/N.”

The familiar woman notices you too, but doesn’t say anything. Her mean gaze tells it all. She was not happy.

“Yuna. Nice to see you around here.” You put your hand out. She looks down at your hand, hesitant to shake it. She does anyway but there is nothing nice about the greeting. “Thought your mother taught you not to speak to strangers, Yuna.”

Jimin chuckles quite intrigued, if he didn’t know any better he would be offended but he decides to stay quiet for now.

Yuna retreats her hand harshly. “Jimin and I are everything but strangers.”

This is where you raise your eyebrows. “You and Jimin, huh? What is this supposed to mean?”

A new voice cuts in. “It means one of two things. They either date or they fuck.”

You all turn to find Taehyung. Well this just got interesting.

Jimin steps in before Yuna gets a word out. “Neither. We are family friends, you could say.”

You nod.

“I will say, I’m quite shocked you are this invasive around someone you just met, Y/N. You had me fooled.” Jimin pouts, folding his arms across his chest.

“My sincere apologies if I interrupted anything,’ You bow your head before continuing, ‘I was simply checking on our precious guest.”

He nods understandingly. Taehyung’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He didn’t even know Jimin enough, but he was already starting to annoy him.

“No need to apologize. Yuna here meant no harm. She’s the sweetest.” He explains squeezing her shoulder.

Yuna smiles in return.

You hum. “Yeah, of course. The sweetest. Um, if you don’t mind, Taehyung? Make sure our sweet Yuna here makes it home safely. Her parents must be so worried. I wouldn’t want you to be late.”

Yuna’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. Taehyung steps in. Yuna, having left with no choice, gives one last bow in Jimin’s direction.

“It was nice to see you again Jimin, you know where to find me when you decide on my proposition.” He bows back, smiling politely.

“Of course, take care.”

The two leave you and Jimin behind, the glass still in your hand, you take a sip of your drink. Suddenly, the sweet taste is bitter.

“I’m so sorry about that.” You say. “She tends to get too excited. She’s so young, you understand right?”

Jimin purses his lips. “Yeah, of course. Who was that, by the way?”

You finish your drink, placing the glass down. “Ah, that was Taehyung.”

“I know that. I mean, is he your boyfriend?” Jimin is very forward when asking his question.

“No.” You say.

“What a shame.” He replies, you raise your brow in confusion. “He’s hot.”

You mentally thank yourself for finishing your drink because you would have spit it out by now.

“Wait, you’re gay?” You try to sound casual, but you are sure your face gives it all away. Now how the fuck are you supposed to fuck him into signing a contract? Not that, that’s what you had planned…

Jimin giggles. “No, no. But, you should have seen the look on your face! Would that have been a problem, Ms. Y/N?”

“No, of course not.” You are quick to defend yourself. “I was just curious is all.”

“Good because I am bisexual.” Jimin simply replies, looking around the room.

Nodding you respond, “Nothing wrong with that. I like women too. Probably more than I like men.”

Jimin raises his brow looking back at you. “Really?”

You only nod.

“I didn’t see that in you.” Jimin shrugs.

You scoff. “You don’t know the first thing about me then.”

“I wasn’t trying to offend you.” He clarified.

“Didn’t say I was.” You snap back.

He smiles. “Right. I like you.”

“Then we are already starting on the right foot. Let me introduce myself now.” You insist before he cuts you off.

“Y/N, Y/L/N…” Jimin clicks his tongue three times against the roof of his mouth, dragging his palm slowly across his suit, flattening the material. His eyes look down at the ground before they travel back to your face. “Age 23. Began your first start-up at the young age of 13. So young, passionate, filled with dreams only one could ever simply dream of reaching. The start-up did well. Not well enough for you to feel completely satisfied though. Trust me, been there— done that. The media accused your young, precious entreprenstic mind for that of your father. They compared you to him, so much they called your ideas, his. It was so hard on you. Eventually, Kihyun’s dearest daughter flew off to college. Medicine, her first choice, but then that didn't work out. You eventually walked right back into the hole where you started. You are what many young entrepreneurs wish they were. You’re smart, driven, and most of all you knew exactly what you wanted. You are quite the woman.”

You scoff because Jimin read you like a book, except your life was a quick Google search. Nothing you hadn’t seen before. “Google taught you all that?”

Jimin smiles and tilts to the side. “Yeah actually. You’ve done it all. Believe me when I say, I am your biggest fan here.”

You can’t help but to laugh. What were you even worried about? He was already on your side. “You, a fan of me? I’m flattered.”

You really weren’t, but this was all for show anyways.

He steps closer towards you, for a minute he just seems to check you out, his eyes landing right on top of your breast, the same way he did earlier. “Too bad I have no interest. It was nice meeting you dear, take care.” He steps back and turns his back.

You snatch his suit pulling him back to face you. “What.”

He looks down at you. Suddenly, you feel so small.

“I’ve heard of what you like to do. And let me tell you one thing before I part.” His lips brush up against your ear before he whispers, “Let this be clear. I may be a man, but I would never allow myself to fall for a pretty woman for some quick business deal. When you have something to actually offer me, you know where to find me. In the meantime, take care. You had plenty of drinks tonight, I would call it a night if I was you. See you later.”

Jimin’s turns and leaves as promised. His brother fell behind him quickly. You are left in your own little world, speechless. You couldn’t even move. What the fuck was his problem?

What now?

——

“What do you mean Jimin didn’t seem interested?” Your father scoffs, he was as confused as you were.

“You heard me. He simply stated he wasn’t interested.” You mumble.

“Did you even care to tell him about the shareholding bill? This would benefit him big time and he simply wasn’t interested? This isn’t a game, Y/N. I expected more from you.” Your fathers words are harsh. It wasn’t the end of the fucking world, you thought. You could get him to sign if he just gave you more time. At the end, this was to set you up for the long run. Who cares how long it takes? Your father’s position was close to being taken anyways. You could run this company with or without Jimin, you were so sure of it.

“I didn’t have enough time for that father. You heard me explain this three times now. He just wasn’t interested.” You say, giving up.

Your father laughs dryly. “You think this is what being a leader means? Do you seriously think you can do well with this attitude you carry? The world doesn’t revolve around you, Y/N.”

It’s laughable that he’s mentioning the world not revolving around you when he had the habit of always making everything that occurred to you, about him. Of course, when your father has nothing better to do, he loves to destroy the only thing you have left going for yourself. It’s what he was best at besides his career.

“Just think about the situation you’re in for two minutes. You will never succeed with this attitude!” He repeats himself. “What was I thinking? Can you even handle it?”

He always makes you feel so useless. You didn’t even choose this for yourself. He did. He always did.

“You know I would have never taken this position in the first place. I made that clear father.” You whisper, firmly trying to maintain your peace. “You know that—”

“You have no choice!!!” He shouts, throwing some paperwork off his desk, the papers landing all over his floors. You step back, startled. Your father wasn’t abusive in any way. He had never laid a single finger on you, ever, and you believed he never would but the man didn’t have to. His words hurt you deep enough. Sometimes you wondered if hitting you would hurt less.

“You have no choice!!! How many times do I have to repeat myself?” The man sits, massaging his temples. “Please, just fix this attitude you have. It won’t get you anywhere.”

You nod, clenching your fists.

He then says, “You’re dismissed.”

“You know mother was right about you.” You start, breathless. The room was starting to eat you alive, suffocating in your own thoughts. But it would drive you insane keeping this in.

The distributed man looks up. “Please don't start this now.”

“She was! And you knew it! This— this shit is all you care about! Have you ever thought once of how this affected me? You never cared to ask me if I was fucking okay! You were never here for me! Never! Not once. I should have just escaped with her when I had the chance.” You choke into a sob, god you hated crying in front of him. You were gonna hate yourself later for doing so.

“You think it’s just affecting you! I was married to that woman! She’s not as innocent as you fucking think. She had a lot to fucking say about my job but what did she end up doing? She left with all our fucking savings! She never cared about you. Stop defending her and get that through your fucking head.” Your father whispered the last of his words, focusing back on some paperwork.

You feel a tear fall down your cheek, you desperately wipe it away. What was the point? He never listened. “Trust me, I know that very well. You know what, ‘s fine. I’ll just go.”

The man doesn’t bother looking back up. “Close the door behind you.”

“Yup.”

That night you force yourself to sleep in between tears.

You don’t recall falling asleep until you woke up the next day with a throbbing headache and your phone ringing.

“Hello.”

“Fuck, where you sleeping?” Taehyung asks after hearing your weak voice.

“What do you think?”

“Sorry.” He whispers.

“‘S fine. Did you need something?” You force yourself to get up from bed, brushing the ends of your hair with your fingers.

“How did it go yesterday?” He asks softly, he can only imagine not well if you overslept, you almost never did.

You smile then dryly laugh. “Well, he wasn’t interested.”

“No? And you're laughing about it?” Taehyung muses. You were quite glad about how close you and Taehyung had gotten. Even if you weren’t the best of friends, he always knew how to distract you. It’s probably what you needed most right now.

“Should I cry about it then?” You tease.

“God no. I was simply asking.” He sighs. “What happened?”

You sigh too, laying your head back down. “Long story short, he told me he wasn’t interested. He knows about my reputation with men. Apparently, I’m not too secretive about it. I didn’t know it had gotten this bad. Anyways, he told me when I actually have something good to offer him, to find him. Then I told my father and well, you know how he is. He’s not happy with me right now, so that’s that.”

Taehyung sighs into the phone again. “So what, you like to fuck? Is that a fucking sin?”

“Taehyung, that doesn’t make me feel better. I don't think that helps any women. I feel like a fucking whore.” You groan against your sheets.

“Did he call you that?” He asks in a very serious tone.

“God no. I would have had him escorted out instantly.” You assured him.

“Good, good. Then, so what. You fuck, you’re young. Live a little, who cares what Park Jimin thinks. Fuck what he thinks.” Taehyung tries to comfort you.

“Park Jimin thinks you’re hot.” You say.

“Nevermind.” He takes it all back and for the first time in a long time you laugh loudly.

“God you’re an idiot.” You say in between laughs.

“Whatever. Breakfast today?” Taehyung offers and honestly it doesn’t sound half as bad.

“Deal. You pay.”

“Wouldn't have it any other way.” And he doesn’t miss a single beat.

——

“I just felt so stupid Taehyung! He always does this to me.” You moan into the ceiling, gripping onto his shoulders desperately as you bounced on his cock.

After a very fulfilling breakfast, the date concluded with the activity you did best. Taehyung drove you home and well, the rest was common sense. He nearly devoured you alive when you offered him to come up to your bedroom. Thank God your father spent all his life tucked away in the office so he was nowhere to be found. This place was yours and Taehyung’s to make a mess of.

“Fuck.” Taehyung muttered against your neck, pushing his member further into you, your walls squeezing him deliciously. You weren’t sure he was listening much to your rant but at least he was fucking you well. You can't even blame him, you wouldn’t be listening either.

“God I hate him.” You whine, feeling the crown of his head hit your g-spot, driving you crazy. “I can’t stand him.”

Taehyung grunted pushing your ass down for a fuller effect. “So fucking leave.”

Your head falls against his bare chest trying to catch a breath. “I can’t fucking leave him, he’s my father.”

Was that stupid? Maybe. Maybe not.

He was all you fucking had. If not him, who else? It was only a matter of time then Taehyung would leave too. It’s just the way life works for you. You couldn’t keep anyone to save your life. This was all pathetic. You were back on square one, feeling just as hopeless.

Taehyung sighed, slowing his movements, forcing your chin up to face him. “Stop doing this to yourself. You’re just gonna prove him right. I can’t speak about your relationship with him because that’s personal to you and him but this shit— what you are doing is not good for you. You haven’t even shown half of what you are capable of to him. If you get stuck here, you will end up exactly as he imagined. You know you are so much more than this. Find Jimin and convince him to work with you. Give him something good. He’s a tough one but he can’t be impossible to break. You understand me?”

Your eyes roll back, laying your head back against his chest. “I know. I fucking know that Taehyung. You think if I didn’t that I would be here with you.”

“Yeah actually.” He replies nonchalantly.

You smack the side of his shoulder. “I needed to fuck my stress away. That’s why you are here. I’ll talk to Jimin again today, asshole.”

Taehyung chuckles. “Ouch?”

“Oh, shut up. You can handle way more.” You mumble and he nods.

“You feeling better?” The hazel-eyed man tenderly swipes the hair out of your face.

“Just fuck me.”

“Alright!” Taehyung breaks into a boxy smile and does just that. It didn’t take long for both of you to get back into action. The whole room smelled of your juices mixing together and you were loving every second of it. This wasn’t the best way to spend your mornings and had your father known you were up to no good instead of dealing with Jimin, he would’ve crucified you. It’s a good thing he is never around to witness it though.

“Right there, Tae. Right there, oh fuck.” Your moans start to raise pitch by the minute, his dick driving into you freakishly well. “I’m gonna come.”

Taehyung maintains his pace, and you gasp into his shoulder, he too was extremely close. “Let me feel you then. Come for me.” He whispered sweetly into your ear.

You both came down crashing fast. His white essence fills you to the brim. Maybe this was all a bit irresponsible but you hoped and prayed the birth control would come through every time. You didn’t do this with every fuck but Taehyung was just too good.

“Let’s clean up. I have to go find this loser.” You stand careful of the mess between your legs, rushing towards the washroom. “Thanks for the sex.”

Taehyung chuckles running his hand through his hair, you were so unbelievable.

——

“As I have stated three times before Ms. Y/L/N, if you have not scheduled a meeting with Mr. Park you are not allowed up to see him.” The stupid lady at the front desk repeated herself yet again. You were so frustrated by this point. How exactly were you supposed to speak to this man if he was impossible to reach?

“Listen Ms.,’ You pause to read her name tag, “Son, I’d have you know, I’m a great friend of Mr. Park. If he knew you were holding me back to get to him, he would be extremely displeased. So I ask again that you reconsider letting me up to speak with him or it won't end well with you, sweetheart. I can guarantee that.”

She gives you a mean look, then sighs and picks up the phone. “One second.”

You give her a false smile, hearing a low ring over the phone.

“Mr. Park, I’m sorry to disturb you. There is a lady here begging to speak to you. She says you both are great friends.” She speaks uninterested. “Her name? Y/N. Y/N, Y/L/N.”

You stand there, tapping your feet anxiously. This is all taking longer than it should.

“Oh. Okay. I’m so sorry, Mr. Park. Yeah, okay I will. Thank you.” She clicks the line and looks back at you. “Mr. Park says he has no recollection of you so I’d suggest you cut the act and leave the property immediately.”

Your mouth drops wide open, this is fucking unbelievable.

“Ms. Son, he’s lying. He’s fucking lying! I promise I know him.” You desperately explain yourself.

“Ms. Y/L/N with all due respect, so do the twenty other crazed people who come searching for him. Please do not make me call security to escort you.” She whispers meanly.

You hated her.

“You are ridiculous, Ms. Son. You and Mr. Park! If you were working for me, you would have been fired long ago!” Your petty tone dies down when you see the man you had been fucking searching for walk through the elevator doors.

The lady immediately rises, bowing. “Mr. Park, I’m so sorry this crazy bitch distrubed your peace, I’ll have her escorted out this instant.”

You gasp. “Me, a crazy bitch? Bitch, I’ll end you!”

Before things could escalate any further, Jimin quickly wraps his arm against your waist pulling your backend flush against his front so you wouldn’t jump her bones. You look up at him, and you look very angry. It was cute, he thought.

He looks towards his employee. “Ms. Son, that won't be necessary. Ms. Y/L/N here is a very special guest of mine and she is always welcomed here. From now on, she should be treated with utmost respect, you understand?”

She looks horrified and you almost stick your tongue out at her. “Mr. Park, b-but you said you didn’t know her?”

“I had to make sure with my own eyes that it was the person who I was imagining. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get some lunch. I’ll be back later.” The man releases your waist and walks out as if nothing occurred.

Left in disbelief, you turn to the lady and whisper, “You are dead bitch.” Then you turn back around and quickly follow behind Jimin.

“Hey!” You yell coming close behind him. “What the fuck is your problem?”

The man looks to his side, you’re struggling catching up to his fast pace, he slows down a bit but it goes unnoticed by you. “Whatever do you mean?”

You roll your eyes, gripping his arm, forcing the man to halt in his steps. “You seriously can’t be this clueless.” You squeeze your eyes shut attempting to cool down, then sweetly look back up at him. “Mr. Park, please, let’s do this. I’ll pay for your lunch and you hear me out. I can assure you I have something that you will be interested in hearing.”

“I don’t know… let me think.” The man purses his lips, acting as if he was giving it much thought. “Okay deal. Follow me.” The man leaves you behind once again leading the way, you of course curse at yourself for wearing heels.

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The food finally gets brought out and you thank the angels above. The man ordered basically everything on the menu but who cares at this point. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

“Great, so as I was saying—”

The man cuts you off by stuffing your mouth with some freshly cut meat.

“Eat first. Then talk after.” He says and then stuffs his own mouth with food, dragging the hot plate closer towards you. To your surprise, the taste is fucking delicious.

Once you swallow you start again, “Mr. Park with all due respect, I didn’t come here to eat with you. All I ask is—”

The man doesn’t let you finish speaking much louder than you, mocking your tone. “Ms. Y/L/N with all due respect, I don’t listen well on an empty stomach. So please eat. We can discuss things later.”

You scoff quietly. “Fine. Only because I just realized how hungry I am.”

The man smirks watching you finally shove the hot food down your throat. He feels satisfied, almost as if he’s the one enjoying the bite. He picks up his own utensils and joins you.

After eating every last bite, you lay back against your seat, rubbing your satisfyingly stuffed tummy.

The man smiles. “How was that?”

“Honestly, not bad. I’m impressed.” You say casually. The people around you must have thought you hadn’t been fed in years.

“Good. I’m glad.” He says, looking around the restaurant.

You prop back up on your elbows. “So.”

He shoves his hand against your mouth. “Please, you’re much prettier when you’re quiet.”

Is he fucking serious right now? You peel his hand off. “Mr. Park! I did exactly what you asked of me. Can you please just listen to me?!”

The man sighs, laying back against his seat, gesturing to you to continue.

“Thank you.” You sadly mumble. “This won’t take long. I wanted to speak to you about what our company could offer you. I’m sure you must have heard my father is retiring his position soon—”

“And leaving it to you, so I heard. You sure you are ready for something like that?”

You stop to think quite surprised he even cares. “I’ll manage. Anyways, I really think you could do well for us. I’m not asking you to retire from your own doings, I’d never ask that of anyone. All I ask is that you help us out on certain projects. I’ve seen your work, you aren’t half as bad as I imagined.” You admit.

“Geez, thanks.” He chuckles.

“Sorry.” You blurt. “I just mean, I could see you working with us. I mean this could benefit you big time. And it helps us along the process. Why work against each other when we could work together?”

He stops to think before he teases, “But working against you is so much funner.”

God, he was gonna kill you.

You sweetly smile. “Right. Please Jimin, I beg you to hear me out. You would be making way more than you do now. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me and I don’t really care but I promise you, those things aren’t true. I never intended to harm anyone.” You plead.

Your eyes softened halfway through your speech. He has no idea why he feels bad for you, so he just agrees.

“Fine.” He gives up.

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your sockets. You couldn’t believe your ears. Was it that easy?

“But under one condition.” He breaks. “I don’t work under you ever, you understand? Don’t hide things from me either. If we will be working together, then treat me like such. I want to know when things go wrong and if you ever need help, tell me. The same way I don’t work for you, you don’t work for me. We are equals to each other regardless of how much more money you make. You understand me?”

You just nod, not sure if you understand all the conditions because that was definitely more than one.

“Okay. Then I believe we are done here.” He stands, tucking the hair that fell into his eyes, back. God, he was so attractive.

You stand with him, following the man to the counter.

“It’s on her.” He points at you with a taunting smile on his face then leaves the restaurant.

You are quick to pay the surprisingly low bill. You expected so much more after all you both devoured. With a quick thanks, you storm outside to find the man that keeps slipping from your fingertips.

Once you catch up to him, you fall short of breaths. “Geez, do you ever walk slowly?”

“Nope.” He smiles, continuing his awfully fast pace. “I have places to be, lady.”

“Right, well how will I keep in contact with you? Shouldn’t we sign an agreement?” You say and the man abruptly stops in his steps.

He turns to you and very firmly speaks, “Another condition, no contracts between us. If you don’t trust me, then simply don’t work with me. As for contacting me, if you need my number, show up to my office starting next week. I like early birds so please be on time.”

You scoff, crossing your ams. “That’s pretty cheap coming from someone who was late to our first encounter.”

He shrugs. “You want me right? You must work for me, darling. I don’t come easy.”

“Fine. I’ll be there. I thought I wasn’t working for you, or “under” you?” You murmur.

He could eat you alive, he thinks. You are just too cute.

“You aren’t. You are simply coming for one thing next week. My number. Work will resume for us the next day. See you then.” He grabs your hand and delivers a soft peck before he’s off again.

That man… he was just full of surprises. Maybe you liked surprises after all.

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a gradum ad lumen - part 3 .

i’ve been really eager to write this chapter, thomas has always been a personal favourite. again, if any of you have requests for things to happen in the coming chapters, then feel free to dm me!

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Word count: 3.9k!

Warnings : general TMR TWS; blood, slight gore, disturbing ideas / images, and depicted injuries. mentions of drunken acts and alcohol in this specific chapter.

Pronouns used: they/them – gender-neutral.

Prompt(s) used: “Who knows. Maybe we’ve actually made it out of this hellhole after all.”

Pairing: TMR x GN!Reader.

Parts you may have missed: Part 1, Part 2.

A/N: i’m trying to make my writing style less choppy, so let me know how i do! I also might go canon divergent on a few minor things throughout the series, so don’t mind anything like that if you happen to notice.

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At your words of greeting, the Greenie seemed to fall silent, a look of confusion churned by fear and terror passing over his features as he took in the sight of you and your outstretched hand.

“Didn’t realise I looked that bad,” You joked in a weak attempt to make him feel at least a bit better, but you knew how it went. The way that anxiety constantly bolted through each newcomer when they awoke in the Box, trapped and alone, only to be hauled out by a group of people they didn’t know, with no recollection of who they were or supposed to be. It was horrifying. So you quickly amended your statement with a nervous shuffled, “Right, uh. . . look, I know you must be confused, scared, all that, but we’re not here to hurt you, promise.”

Still, no response as he continued to practically gawk at you from where he had fallen on the ground.

By that point, Newt and Alby were already shoving through the crowd to reach you, Newt shouting an order that sent the rest of them scrambling, both of them stepping forward, but you subtly flicked your hand, silently telling them to hold off for a minute. The blonde seemed to understand, turning to Alby and whispering something in his ear before they both stopped and waited expectantly. Just then, a shaky, hoarse voice cut through the temporary silence, dragging your attention back to the Greenie as he finally spoke.

“Who are you people, and why don’t I remember anything?” He spat, seeming to have recovered from his fall and scrambling to his feet, the venom that laced his voice making it sound as though you were responsible for the missing pieces of his past life and identity. You merely offered a sympathetic smile.

“We’re in the same boat as you, Greenie.”

“Stop calling me that, I have a name.”

“Oh, sorry, didn’t realise you’d remembered it already,” You said apologetically, beckoning for him to continue. “What is it?”

That’s when he seemed to falter, clearly wracking his brain to try and remember a detail that so many seemed to take for granted; the Creators hadn’t even been decent enough to let you have that off the bat, and the thought of it was enough to make a bitter taste fill your mouth. When he went silent, you offered him the same smile you had a beat earlier,

“That’s alright. It comes back sooner or later; each of us had to wait a few hours or so before it came back to us. But, in the meantime, we’ll tell you ours instead.”

You waved Newt and Alby forward, your apologetic smile breaking into a grin as you gestured to them both, “That’s Newt. He’s Keeper of the Trackhoes – leader of people who play in the dirt and garden, basically, but also second in command. Alby here’s our beloved leader who keeps us from losing it and letting all this go down the drain.”

You swept your arms toward the Bloodhouse, Maze walls, Homestead and everything in between with a certain sense of pride; afterall, you’d been helping out to make the Glade what it was from the very start, give or take a few months.

“And I’m Y/N, but you can call me N/N if you’d like. We’ll show you the ropes in a bit.”

You wrapped up your speech with a punctuated bow, feeling Alby laugh quietly from beside you as you dusted your hands and glanced to Greenie. He had fallen silent once more, whether he was trying to take in everything and process it all or thought you were a nutjob was well past your realm of knowledge as he remained oblivious to the three pairs of eyes that were fixated on him. When his eyes finally circled back to you and the others behind you, he spoke with a specific uncertainty,

“Okay. . . so what’s with the walls?” He queried, mimicking your earlier gesture toward the hulking steel masses that closed in on you on all sides.

You were about to respond when Alby beat you to it, his patience clearly growing thin at all the questions.

“We’ll give you a tour tomorrow first thing, you can ask questions then.”

Newt nodded to back Alby up, offering you a sidelong glance as though he expected you to do the same, but you merely shrugged and continued your conversation with him.

“Can’t have you getting any special treatment,” You joked as you began walking toward the gardens, which stood behind the newbie. As you passed, your voice dropped to a whisper, praying to the gods above that the other two didn’t hear you, “If you have any questions, you can just come to me, Alby can be a bit impatient with the Greenbeans because no one was ever there to answer his questions. Was the first to arrive here and all.”

You watched him nod from your peripheral vision, to which you grinned before pausing a few steps away and turned back to face him and gesture from you to Newt, “Oh yeah, you’ll be workin’ in the gardens with us for the rest of the day, so feel free to tag along.”

—

“Here, you can take over chopping the wood.”

You were more than happy to pass the hatchet over to the unnamed male, only for him to stare blankly down at it as he turned it over in his hands, leaving you to grin sheepishly as you gently took it back into your own grasp.

“Right, sorry, keep forgetting. Uh. . . you can work with Newt to finish picking the tomatoes or start stacking the wood I’ve already cut,” You offered, leaning against the handle of the hatchet after you had stabbed it into the scarred tree trunk once more. Greenie looked from you to the second in command, raven coloured hair practically dancing in the wind that blew through the Glade every ten minutes or so before he began reaching for the first piece of wood that lay a few feet away from the worn soles of your boots without much of a response aside from that. You nodded before brandishing the hatchet and set another block of wood onto the top of the tree stump, giving the tool a subconscious twirl, the trick something you had picked up on when Minho had been chopping wood himself at least three months back.

You almost laughed at the thought, memories of how he’d groaned each time you failed to repeat his deft and fluid movements but continued helping you well past the dinner call until you could finally do it without a second thought. But your thoughts were quick to be interrupted by the same cutting and almost out of place voice that had your head turning in an instant, the hatchet easily splitting the awaiting log as you did so, despite the almost guaranteed danger that came with taking such a risk.

“How long have you been here?” The Greenie asked, hazel eyes fixated on your e/c irises, his figure crouched beside a few split pieces of wood, a hand planted in the soft, feathery grass still damp from yesterday evening’s storm and the other hovering over one of the aforementioned pieces of woods. You paused at the question, however, levelling him with a curious stare but answered without missing a beat.

“About two years or so, give or take a few months. Why?”

“Two years,” He repeated with a certain breathlessness, almost as though he couldn’t believe it, but was quick to shoot a rebound question. “You still haven’t found a way out? Of the Maze, I mean.”

You shook your head, “It’s a work in progress, but the Runners go out each morning and dedicate themselves to tracking the movements of the walls, see if anything new’s appeared.”

“Runners?”

“Yeah, you’ll see them take off tomorrow during your tour, maybe even see them come back tonight during the bonfire if you’re lucky.”

“Do you guys usually have bonfires?”

“You’re just full of questions, aren’t you,” You teased, rolling your shoulders back and stifling a yawn before you continued. “We have ‘em once a month, helps keep spirits up around here. You’ll see why when it happens; dinner should be called in an hour or two, so we’ll be lighting the fire sooner or later. You’ll get introduced to everyone there.”

Another nod from him, “Thanks.”

You happily returned the gesture with a dismissive wave of your hand before turning back to the last few pieces of wood, the sun beating down pleasantly on the back of your neck as the afternoon slowly began to melt away into the cool weather of the early evening.

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“My back feels like it’s about to bloody split in half,” Newt muttered from beside you as you walked with him and the Greenie flanking you, each of you carrying a plate of dinner toward the bonfire pit where Builders had already begun dragging the piles of wood you had chopped and throwing them in a haphazard heap, months of built up ash and char fluttering up visibly through the practically sparking night air as you approached the gathering crowd with your typical grin. You spared a glance over your shoulder at Newt’s comment, the urge to laugh only increasing at the incredulous look he shot you at your expression.

“Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about your chronic back pain, old man,” You teased, hearing him huff from behind you before you finally reached a log that wasn’t swarming with a dozen or so Gladers, your ankle practically bursting in relief at the sight. “You think Minho’ll actually stay awake for this one, or he’ll pass out mid-drink like last time?”

The three of you settled into the grass in front of the log a beat later, watching as someone lit a match with relative ease and tossed it onto the logs wetted with whatever flammable drink Gally had whipped up this time around. You were entranced as your eyes remained fixated at the seemingly alive flames, brilliant autumn golds and oranges flickering and lapping at the air, shadows dancing in their wake and stretching to touch the glowing constellations embedded into the black velvet of the sky, missing Newt’s response under the roar of flames and the ravenette seated beside you finally joining the conversation.

“Who’s Minho?” He asked, looking up momentarily in your and Newt’s direction rather than his dinner of bread and casserole that Frypan had seemed particularly proud of when he’d been dishing it out. Newt gestured for you to explain as someone called out to him, dragging him into a separate conversation – a debate about whether they should wait for the Runners to return before passing out drinks from the looks of it.

“I envy your existence,” You joked, settling your back against the log behind you and momentarily staring off at the fire once more before returning to the conversation with a bemused laugh. “He’s, uh, Keeper of the Runners; you’ll know him when ya’ see him. A bit tall, as egotistical as they come, looks like he uses the world’s supply of hair gel each morning. The entire deal.”

At his confused stare, you elaborated.

“If you’re a Keeper, then you lead a certain group. I can’t tell you too much, otherwise Alby’d skin you and me both, but he’s in charge of the whole running deal.”

He seemed satisfied with your response, nodding once more and falling silent suddenly as his eyes trailed after something past the enrapturing glow of the fire; you followed his gaze only to see the Runners jogging through the East Door as if on cue, Minho at the head of the pack. Newt had just finished settling the argument (if they began passing out drinks that instant, there wouldn’t even be any left for the Runners to begin with, had been the conclusion) when he caught sight of Minho as well.

“There the bloody shank is,” He said after a moment, clearly bemused at the rather irritated look on the Asian’s face as he took in the sight of the bonfire that had started without him. You shouldered Newt playfully, which he easily returned, shaking your head and waving the Keeper over once he got close enough.

Minho’s finch coloured irises flicked to you the instant you raised your hand to him, despite the distance and veered from his path to the Maproom, clearly more than content to take the detour to put off the dreaded process of drawing up the maps of the day for at least a little longer. He almost seemed ethereal as he slowed to walk, the firelight bathing him in a vermillion-tinged gold light that seemed to morph to his figure when he finally halted beside you, his typical smirk instantly taking residence on his features as he observed the three of you.

“Look at you, being all nice and sweet and fetching me dinner,” He teased by way of a proper greeting, reaching over your shoulder and nearly snatching up the untouched plate of food that rested on your lap. As soon as you realised it, though, you swatted at his hand with a scoff.

“You wish, slinthead. You haven’t even introduced yourself to the Greenie.”

Your running partner pinned the aforementioned male with an almost analytical stare that the other had no issue returning, the tension in response to that nearly palpable and crackling. You glanced back to Newt, who only rolled his eyes in an exasperated manner, turning back to his meal as though he thought they’d sort it out without a fist fight. You sighed at his lack of aid, but were quick to handle it yourself, hitting Minho’s side with enough force to tear his attention away from his seemingly new opposer, however begrudgingly he had done so.

“Play nice,” You chided, which made him laugh as he began jogging once more, shooting a final riposte over his shoulder before you were out of earshot.

“In your dreams.”

The Greenie spoke up once more, settling himself back into a more comfortable position as he muttered into his food, “What was his deal.”

It was more of a rhetoric than anything, but you snorted at the comment.

“He’s a bit of an ass sometimes, but he’ll warm up to you eventually.”

“Language,” Newt warned from your opposite side, which made you pass the ravenette a joking eye roll. “Minho’s enough of a hassle in that department, I don’t need you there too.”

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Minho had joined your pleasant trio half an hour earlier, you, Newt, and him drifting in and out of conversation, you leaning in Thomas’ direction every so often to fill him in on parts of the Glade that were mentioned when his face twisted up into a confused expression. He remained quiet for the most part, the only interaction he seemed to have over that course of time was responding to you and meeting each of Minho’s glares he shot his way. There wasn’t much you could do to stop it, save for the occasional heel of your boot to the Runner’s shin, the agitated look that passed over him enough to save you and Newt a few exasperated eyerolls.

You two had just finished discussing what would be done in the Glade tomorrow, your activities tailored to accommodate your injured ankle and all, when Alby waved Newt over from the other side of the bonfire. The leader was clearly wasted, if not damn near close to; his shouts to the blonde were slurred, his steps more akin to stumbles that nearly sent him tumbling into the fire as he stepped too close, and just the sight was enough to make you laugh and offer Newt a pat on the shoulder.

“Have fun, don’t end up like him,” You teased as he swatted your hand away and stood up, clearly dreaded whatever lay in store for him next before he lifted his hand in farewell, disappearing in the glow of flickering orange-gold soon after.

“So, has Greenie here remembered his name yet, or is he still sulking like a sissy about it?” Minho commented with a certain amount of venom that made you wince. You were about to ask why he was being so short when you took a glance around him and saw the mason jars scattered around him.

Of course he was planning on not remembering anything about the next few hours.

You had never really been a big fan of drinking, whether it be the rancid taste of Gally’s godawful brews or the thought of a pounding headache the day after. So you settled for whatever Fry kept stashed in the back of the fridge for you, and you were more than content to have that instead. But no matter how much you wished you could go, settle down into one of the worn stools that lined the counter of the kitchen and get away from all the chaos, it was more than evident that you couldn’t leave the two alone. Who knew what could happen with Minho’s short temper and the Greenie’s defensive responses.

You elbowed the Keeper harshly in the stomach, your words coming out as more of a hiss than anything, “Slim it, Minho. You were in the same position a few years back.”

He only snorted in response, looking about ready to reach across the log and attempt to strangle the ravenette, bringing the jar in his hand to his lips once more, only for you to snatch it out of his hands before he could take another drink and handed it off to a passing Glader. He was about to protest when you shot him a glare that nearly made him recoil, reduced to mutters as his arms folded across his chest and he settled against the back of the log.

“He’ll. . . warm up to you eventually,” you offered wryly, almost laughing at the Greenie’s unsure expression when a shout rang across the bonfire. You didn’t even have to turn around to know what was coming next, especially not with the cheering that erupted not a moment after Gally called out to him, footsteps audible as they disturbed the grass underfoot.

“Hey, Greenie, how about I give you a preview of what you’ll be seein’ a whole lot of in the future, huh? As a Slopper, y’know,” He remarked once within appropriate earshot, stopping just a few feet from where your legs were stretched out. And as though he read your mind, he spared you a glance before settling his attention fully on you, “Unless you wanna go first.”

You scoffed at that, rolling your shoulders back experimentally and narrowing your eyes as you met his gaze without missing a beat, “Yeah? You want a repeat of last time?”

“This could be different. But if you chicken out, I get that.”

The taunt did nothing to infuriate you, something you dismissed with a disparaging wave of your hand before offering the Greenie a sidelong glance and sighing. The moment you wordlessly climbed to your feet, sending a nod to Thomas and a warning glare Minho’s way, the boys that had followed after Gally erupted into cheers, the aforementioned Builder gesturing for you to lead the way to the hastily drawn circle that they called the ‘fighting ring’. It seemed childish, the idea of essentially cat-fighting with a bunch of drunken teenagers, but you could put on a show if that’s what they wanted.

“We’ll let good old Clint give us the countdown, since you already know the rules,” Gally supplied, nodding off to the Med-jack, who shot him a thumbs up as the Keeper began stretching out his arms, making more of a show out of it than anything. A meagre eye roll was elicited on your end, taking up a spot on the opposite side of the circle from Gally, shuffling back and to the side a few paces to position yourself a bit more to your convenience; your arms hung loosely at your sides with your legs staggered just behind one another, allowing for a flexible but firm stance in preparation of the hopefully quick fight.

It was known that you were more than knowledgeable in combat techniques, something that was a bit hard to not be after having been in the Glade for as long as you had been. And perhaps your regular fights with Minho played a small part in it as well, but you were practically the crowned ruler in that aspect among the Gladers. Gally just seemed to have the constant and compulsive urge to continuously one up and belittle your every move, so you were sure to humour it every once in a while.

As the Med-jack’s voice rang clear through the otherwise silent air, you felt yourself stiffen slightly, adrenaline already beginning to course through you at the sound,

“Three,”

“Two,

“One!”

Clint couldn’t even properly finish before Gally leapt up and sprang directly for you, determination limning his every move as he raced toward you; he was frighteningly fast for his size, you seemed to note every time you were faced against him. But you didn’t allow it to deter you much, steeling yourself against the ebbing anxiety that crackled within your chest, pivoting on your heel and practically dancing just out of his reach as he attempted to swing a hook for your jaw. Your boots stirred up dust in your wake, movements light and swift, calculated as you leapt back once more, the Keeper seeming to grow frustrated as each of his blows failed to connect.

Finally, you caught sight of an opening when he drew back his fist and aimed for your stomach, allowing you ample time to parry his blow by meeting it with your forearm and shoving it away from you before grabbing his wrist and yanking him forward. The unexpected contact left him stunned for a moment, which you took advantage of mercilessly, quick to sidestep behind him and pin that same arm behind his back, twisting hard and fast until you heard him grunt in pain.

He practically flowed at your mercy as you shoved him to the ground stomach first, releasing your hold on him a second later as Clint announced you the winner at Gally’s struggling state to recover.

Once more, cheers erupted from all around you, and you couldn’t help the exasperated eye roll and grin that overtook your features, waving with a laugh as you stepped out of the ring before Gally could challenge you any further, a few of the Gladers managing to slap you on the back in encouragement as you passed. Through the parting sea of bodies, you made your way back toward your original spot between Minho and Thomas, the two clearly doing their best to ignore the other’s presence, but both perking up as they caught sight of you.

“Well? Did you win?” Minho slurred, somehow in an even more drunken state than he had been in to begin with, which only made you roll your eyes for the nth time that night, nodding nevertheless. You turned your attention to Thomas, holding your breath as you questioned him with an almost irritated tone,

“You bloody drunk too?”

He shook his head.

“Wonderful,” You clasped a hand over his shoulder, gesturing for him to follow you as you both climbed to your feet and began walking away from the roar of the ongoing bonfire, ignoring Minho’s protests for you to stay all the while, “Let’s get you settled then, hm?”

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