#CONTINUE TMR I AM DEAD

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

could you possibly do a platonic gladers thing where reader was the first to come out of the box? like they came up with the note like teresa but “the first” if that makes sense 😭 anyway the reader is just sort of a parental figure to everyone? whatever gender you’d like to put and scenarios, the thought just popped in my head. ofc do this only if you’d like to!! pls don’t feel obligated!! love ur work <333 /p

HI LOVE THIS!! Thank you for the request ❤

Everyone loves Y/n

Platonic gladers x gender neutral!reader, set during tmr (movieverse)

3k - longish fic but worth it if you love platonic love 🫶

Warnings: discussions of Newt's suicide attempt; but more like the recovery after it, still please take care everyone, also language warning

1. Alby

You're the first one. Welcome.

You stuff the crinkled note back in your pocket just as you've done so many times before, re-examining it and hoping for some clue as to why you're stuck in here alone.

Except- you're not alone anymore.

The boy stands beside the Box, staring around the same way you did when you first climbed out, exactly 30 days ago.

Come on, Y/n. Time to go. You take a deep breath, resolving yourself, and you step out from where you'd been standing hidden in the trees.

The guy notices you immediately and takes a defensive stance, understandably hostile and scared. "Who are you? Don't come any closer!"

"Woah, hey," you raise your arms nonthreateningly, continuing to move slowly towards him. "It's alright."

"Where am I?" demands the boy.

"To be honest, I haven't got a clue," you tell him. "But you've got no idea how happy I am to see you."

His eyes narrow. "What?"

You shrug. "I thought I'd be alone here, forever."

At his silence, you continue. "So I've been here for a month. I was sent up in this Box, like you, with a bunch of resources and... hey, they've sent more stuff," you say happily, peering into the Box.

"Alright listen man," you say. "I don't really have answers for you, but I did start developing a routine for how to live here, and I'd love for us to work together."

The boy holds your gaze for a second, before giving a single nod.

You let out a sigh of relief. "Great, wonderful. I'm Y/n, by the way." You stick out your hand to shake. "Oh- memories. Your name is all you get, everything else is gone. But hey, let's make new memories here, together." You flash a cheesy grin and clap the guy on the shoulder.

You don't know how someone conveys sarcasm in a single look, but the new guy manages it just fine.

2. Minho

"Here, this way- shit."

You turn the corner and see the wall sliding into place, sealing off your exit.

"Which way now?" asks Minho, fear evident in his voice.

"Uh- that was already my backup route," you say honestly, backing away from the closed wall. "Just follow me, we'll find another way back."

You start down a lane, moving faster now, admittedly guessing your way through the paths and taking turns on instinct, aiming for the vague direction of the Glade.

Somewhere across the Maze a Griever lets out a screech.

"Yeah, okay," you mutter. Shuck. "In here, quickly," you direct, pushing Minho ahead into a smaller lane.

"Alright, here's the deal." You squat down, forcing Minho down with you, and keeping your voice low. "If I'm right, we're close to the Glade now. There should be a right turn at the end of the path next to us now, then a left and a straight shot back to the Glade."

"What if you're not right?" hisses Minho, wincing at the Griever's screech.

"Then we're dead," you say flatly. "Cause that Griever's in the same direction we're going. By the sound of it, we'll be running the path right beside it's lane."

"What."

"Look, Minho. Do you trust me?"

He hesitates, before; "Yes, fine. Let's go."

You shoot him a grin, patting his shoulder. "Perfect. Follow me, stay close."

You run through the route you'd explained to Minho, feeling your blood chill as you get closer to the Griever, its screeches becoming deafening.

You turn to check on Minho, who gives you a firm nod despite the terror you can see in his eyes.

The two of you turn into the final stretch, separated from the Griever by a single wall, and you sprint back to the Glade, heart pounding in your chest.

You collapse into the grass, breathing heavily as Minho falls in beside you.

"What the hell happened to you two?" demands Alby, running up to you and Minho.

You sit up. "Maze changed, and there was a Griever near the Glade," you explain. "Too near."

"Bloody hell," says Newt, hands balanced on his hips. "Are you sure this was a good idea?"

So far you and Alby have been the only people to enter the Maze. Today was meant to be a beginner's run for Minho, your newest Glader and technically the Greenie even though he's never acted like it. You wanted to build a team of Runners, to see if more people could help with searching for an exit.

You look to Minho, still bent over in the grass. "Let's talk in the hut," you say, patting his arm.

"What did you think?" you ask, after you've both gotten water and a few minutes to let the adrenaline fade.

Minho flicks his gaze up at you, before dropping it. "I freaked out. I don't think I'm cut out for this Runner klunk."

You hum softly, tapping on the table Gally had lovingly built and sanded until it shone. "Do you think everyone was immediately good at their jobs?"

"Running is different," responds Minho, dodging the question.

"You were fast," you say. "I think you'd beat any of us in a race if we bothered to test it out. And you've got a level head, which is the most important thing when you're in the Maze."

You lean forward. "But you also need the guts to set foot in the Maze in the first place. And Minho, you were the first volunteer to run with me today. That's exactly the bravery we need in Runners."

You're met with silence. "If I asked you to be a Runner," you say quietly. "Would you say yes?"

"You could be asking the wrong person," hedges Minho.

"I don't think so," you say.

"I- why? Why me?"

"Because I believe in you," you say simply. "I think you could do it."

The silence stretches as you wait for Minho's response. Then; "Okay, I'll do it." He gives you a nod, expression resolving.

You sit back, a mock-thoughtful expression on your face. "I mean, I said if I asked you, this was really more hypothetical-"

"Y/n, I swear-"

You let out a laugh, and Minho rolls his eyes at you, grinning.

3. Newt

Overtime, the Gladers have grown into a wider community, with new jobs and groups slowly added.

Alby steps into the leader position and you move into your gardening job, as well as mentoring the Medjacks on the side. You tend to pick up a little of every job, passing what you know to newly formed groups until they can develop on their own.

Minho's grown far beyond what you could have expected from him, moving on to memorising routes, constructing a scarily detailed Map, and hand-picking the new Runners.

Newt becomes a Runner too, and you almost lose him.

They're some of the worst memories you'll ever have, that day Minho ran in in the freezing morning, screaming for help. The Medjack hut was finished literally a day before, and the Medjacks themselves were barely trained to patch up the Slicers. So everyone turned to you... And you were so, so, out of your depth.

You'd built a temporary brace for your own twisted ankle from your first month alone in the Glade, but for this you were completely unqualified and unprepared.

It’s been months now, with Newt slowly healing overtime. You worked with the Medjacks to set up a few movement drills, but it’s been painstakingly slow progress.

“I want to try walking again.”

You lift your gaze to Newt in the dark. “Now?”

“I wanna go outside.”

You hesitate.

“Come on, Y/n, I barely got five steps in today before Jeff made me sit down again. I’m fine, I promise.”

“You’re fine when the Medjacks say you’re fine,” you reply.

“The Medjacks don’t know shit,” retorts Newt. “They’re just making stuff up as they go. That’s what we’ve all been doing.”

“I trust them,” you say steadily. “Alby and I chose them for a reason.”

“Y/n, can you please just let me outside.”

You let out a breath. “Fine. Take your crutches.”

You don’t go far; the ground is too uneven and the crutches slip in the grass. You end up dropping them near the top of a hill.

“Here, let’s sit.”

You reach a hand out to Newt, which he thankfully takes, letting you help him down so you’re both lying back on the grass, facing up at the night sky.

“It was a good idea,” you say, breaking the silence. “I get why you wanted to come out.”

"Yeah," says Newt. He jerks his chin upwards. “The stars, they’re what I’m here for.”

You tip your head back, following Newt’s eye line. “You know, my first night here, I hadn’t built a place to sleep. I just lay on the ground like this, looking up at the stars.”

Newt shifts, moving one hand to point upwards. "I recognise most of the constellations," he tells you.

"Really?"

"Yep. That's Orion, right there. And over there is Gemini. And that star is Sirius, in Canis Major."

You search your mind for a hint of a memory, trying to call up knowledge you might have had before being put here.

"It's all bullshit," says Newt.

You turn to him in surprise.

"The stars," he says, still staring upwards. "None of them should be arranged like that, the constellations wouldn't be that close, or even in the same area, if this was real."

"Oh," you say, voice soft.

Newt lets out a flat laugh. “I don’t know why they let me keep this knowledge, when they’ve taken everything else away.”

He sits up, eyes flicking down to you. “…sorry.”

You shake your head, sitting up and turning to face him. “It’s okay. I’d rather you say this stuff than keep it bottled up.”

“Right,” says Newt. “I guess we should… get back to the hut.”

Neither of you move to get up.

“Newt,” you say. You face forward, resting your arms loosely around your knees.

”Yeah?”

“Please stay with us,” you say, voice quiet. You turn to him, letting go of your legs to gently take his hands. “We need you, I- we- okay, let me just-” You take a deep breath. “Listen, we’re gonna get out of here some day. And I want to sit with you under real skies, with real stars, so you can tell me each and every constellation you see. Cause I know your nerdy ass studied all of them in another life, and I don’t know, when we run out, we can just... make up new ones? I think that’s something I want to do with you.”

“Yeah, okay- yes. Okay.” Newt’s eyes are wet, and he squeezes your hands right back.

“And talk to us,” you continue. “When you’re struggling, or hurting, or… anything. Just talk to us, Newt. Please. We need you, and we care about you, so much.”

“I’ll try, I’m trying.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” you say.

“God, okay,” you start, after staying there under the stars for a while. “Look at us. Let’s get back in the hut, c’mon.”

You help him up, handing him his crutches.

“So, we’re trying,” you say, looking Newt in the eye.

“Yes, we’re trying.”

You get the smallest of smiles from him, and count it as the biggest win.

4. Gally

"First he breaks all our rules, then he tries to convince us to abandon them entirely? These rules have held us together for years, why are we questioning them now?"

You frown slightly, taking in Gally's words from your seat at the back of Council Hall.

"If Alby was here, he'd agree with me, and you know it."

You watch pain flicker across Newt's face for a second, before he speaks. "Let's take a break. I want Minho, Gally, and Y/n in here, the rest of you just give us ten minutes."

As the others clear out, you join the three in the centre of the room.

"Newt, this really isn't complicated. That shank broke our rules, and he needs to be punished," says Gally.

Newt sighs, and you notice how tired he looks. He needs Alby. "You're not wrong, Gally, but..."

"Y/n, what are you thinking?" asks Minho, jerking his chin at you as Newt trails off.

You raise your eyebrows. "You know I have no say in this, Min. I'm not a Keeper, or any kind of leader. I'm pretty much just here to watch the meetings."

"Seriously, Y/n?"

"Fine," says Newt. "Then suppose we're asking you as friends asking a friend, not as a council leaders or Keepers."

"I don't-"

"Just speak, Y/n," says Gally exasperatedly.

"I- alright, the idea that Newt's having right now, mine's the same."

"Well, we'd love to hear it from your mouth," says Minho drily.

"Yeah Y/n, what am I thinking?" Newt crosses his arms, lifting a brow.

You sigh. "Punish Thomas for breaking the rules, but make him a Runner."

"You can't be serious," says Gally immediately.

Newt shrugs. "They're right, that's what I was thinking."

"I'm down to train him," says Minho. "I think he'd make a good Runner."

"Good. Call the Council back in then, we'll make the announcement."

"You're making a mistake," says Gally angrily. "Tell the others without me." He storms out as the rest of the Keepers file in.

"Gally-"

"Nah, Fry."

"I got him," you say, nodding at Frypan.

"You're alright," you whisper as you brush past a stressed-looking Thomas. You squeeze his shoulder reassuringly, and he gives you a small smile of gratitude.

You shut the door behind you, chasing Gally down as he storms into his hut.

"Gally wait-"

"I don't want to hear it, Y/n."

He slams his door shut, closing you out. You sigh, and let yourself in.

"Get out of my hut, Y/n."

"Stop, Gally," you say sharply. "Just listen."

Miraculously, he stays quiet, leaning back on the wall and crossing his arms.

"I... I know you're scared, Gally."

"What-"

"Oh my god, just hear me out," you huff, rolling your eyes. "Okay, so yes, we just got attacked by Grievers, right here in the Glade. And yeah, it's probably linked to Thomas. And- yes, making him a Runner and letting him pretty much just fuck around and find out could put us in danger. ...But he's also the closest we've ever been to understanding the Maze and this whole place. I think he's the key to getting us out of here."

You sit down on Gally's bed, gesturing for him to sit down beside you. He lets out a huff, but reluctantly takes a seat.

You look him in the eye. "Gally I've been here for three years, and it's great. We've built a structure, a life, a goddamn society. But I really, really want to see the outside world."

Gally scrubs a hand over his face, dropping his gaze. "Yeah, I know, Y/n. I'm just- I'm trying to keep everyone safe. Newt and Minho are blinded by this hope, they're believing too much in one guy who's been here for literal days."

"I know, I know. But we need to take that risk, if we want to get out of here, alright?"

Gally sighs, then nods. "Yeah, fine."

"I'm gonna help Thomas, and Newt and Minho in whatever plans they make."

You hold out your fist. "Promise me you'll follow the plans we make, and stick with us. Don't... you know, make your own group and stay here and get killed, or whatever you were planning to do."

Gally rolls his eyes at you, and reluctantly brings his fist up to knock against yours, following through with the handshake the two of you used to do after building something, back when you used to help out with the other jobs. "Yeah, yeah, we get it Y/n. You've been here the whole time, you know us sooo well, you can read our minds."

You grin widely. "Damn right I can."

5. Thomas (everyone loves Y/n)

"Do you think this'll work?" asks Thomas, chewing on his lip worriedly.

"Of course it will," you say. "Have a little faith in your plan, Thomas. You don't need approval from me."

Thomas huffs out a laugh. "Thanks. It's nice to hear you're confident, though."

You raise your eyebrows, smiling a little confusedly. "I mean, I'm glad my support motivates you."

Thomas squints his eyes at you. "Y/n, you know you're like... super respected, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, everyone looks up to you. You don't notice the way people turn to you in tense situations and stuff? You're kinda like an understated leader, I guess."

"Ah, right." You smile at him. "It's cause I was the first person here, which I do get credit for, I don't know why. Totally underserved, Alby's the one who built this place."

"Bullshit." You turn in surprise as Minho walks in, Newt following behind him.

"What?"

"Undeserved credit, my ass," says Minho, crossing his arms. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be a Runner."

"Yeah," says Newt, coming over to your side. He props an elbow on your shoulder, grinning at the frown you send him. "And you know what," he says quietly. "If it wasn't for you, I might not even be here."

You smack his arm. "Don't even say-"

"Gally, tell Y/n we love them," interrupts Minho.

"Huh?" Gally lifts a brow, before nodding. "Yeah, everyone loves you, man. Don't take it personally. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't even be on board with this plan right now."

"Ugh-" you pinch the bridge of your nose.

Thomas leans in. "Told you so."

"God, let's just do the plan. Let's go, everybody out," you say hurriedly, shoving Newt out, ignoring Minho's snickers.

You stand between Minho and Gally as Thomas and Newt explain the plan to the Gladers, feeling yourself surrounded by friends; family.

Time to get out of here.

The end chapter is cheesy but I love it thank you for reading <3333

[the-flaminhos]

Real or not real.

Summary: "You were struck by lightning Minho." "That's nightlock peeta!!!"

"Take me back to the night we met."

Word count: 3.6k

Tw: typical thg/ tmr type content. Electrical torture, mental torture, allat. Angsty as FUCK. Character death👀👀

All my love to you. - Nevaya.

I am not the only traveler

“I just wanna die me.”

Am I dying? It's so damn hot, I can't breathe. I continue swinging through the mess of vines, vines. I miss painting. I miss when life was just fear and living. Now it's fear and survival. Suddenly that's all it was. Survival. Trying to put as much distance between us and the Career pack makes me realise just how horrifying it must be for the siblings to go through this just after watching their baby sister go through. God. The last thing we need right now is a set of siblings on our ass about Glimmer. My mind is clouded with the worst thoughts possible. What if I can't save Katniss? I'll definitely try my hardest but what's telling me I'll be strong enough? I'm not stronger than her. Never was. I'll never be stronger than her. The pure and genuine fear coursing through my body isn't something I recognize. This is all new to me. As sweat trickles down my face and neck Finnick and Katniss chat behind me, something about making it away from the beach. She screams my name, why is she screaming? Is she okay? She yells for me to stop but the momentum in my arm sends the machete forward. Sparks fly and it all goes black—.

“Don't let me turn into whatever you saw, you hear?”

Am I dying? It's so damn hot, I can barely breathe. What even is breathing? Like how do we just know? God Minho, pay attention. I follow his train of sight as thunder rolls above us. It was just shucking hot, how is it storming? I mean I've never had to run in the rain so if that happens I'm cooked. My mind is occupied with so many thoughts at once. What if I lose more close friends? I mean I'll definitely try but what's saying I'll be strong enough to? I wasn't strong enough to save Alby alone. Thomas did. I'll never be stronger than Thomas. The fear that courses through my veins isn't something I recognize. It's new. Maybe it's the scorch or my new found fear of cranks but I'm terrified. As we pick up our pace sweat drips down my face and neck and all I can hear is thunder and screaming. Lightning strikes like four times behind us. This run is the third worst thing that's ever happened to me. He screams my name but before I can stop my legs keep their momentum and send me forwards. Light strikes and it all goes black—.

Who has not repaid his debt

“You were supposed to save him!!”

He's gone because of me. Where is he? Is he still alive? Why peeta…? Haymitch told me he'd save him not me. Peeta was supposed to be here not me. I was supposed to die not him. He's not supposed to be dead. He's supposed to be safe. Haymitch will never be the same to me ever again. I'll never trust him again. Even before this, trust was so so thin when it came to that drunk bastard. It isn't his fault. What was he feeling? Guilty? Horrible? Broken? Angry? Wait no, that's how I feel. All of that. That's how I feel. He promised we'd make it together, I broke it. All I had to do was stop trusting them and now he's dead because we listened to the plan. Why did we listen? That conversation on the beach should've gone differently cause now he's hurt and alive, maybe. What am I even doing? He wasn't safe because I wasn't fast enough. The walls of 13 are a lot like my home, cold, bare, depressing. No one here is happy. If he is alive, I hope to any god that'll listen that he's okay. I need that boy. My boy. Live broadcast? From the capitol? Tonight? Odd. What is Flickerman on about? Who is he talking to? Talking about… Peeta—.

"Minho—!! No!!! Minho—!"

He's gone because of me. Where is he? Is he still alive? Why Minho…? I told him I was sick of running and then he gets kidnapped? If anyone deserves to be taken away on that train it's me. I don't deserve to be this close to the safe haven. Minho tried for years. That's all he did. All he did was try and now it gone because I wasn't fast enough. It was Newt, he held me back. Why did I let him hold me back? Why would he let Minho go like that? How did he feel? Guilty? Horrible? Broken? Angry? Wait no, that's how I feel. All of that. That's how I feel. God I knew we shouldn't have trusted those bastards at WCKD. That talk in the bunk beds should’ve gone differently because now he's hurt and alive, maybe. He promised we'd make it together, I broke it. What am I even doing? He wasn't safe because I wasn't fast enough. The walls of this covered dock area are like the maze, dull, cold, bare. Everyone here is too happy. If he is alive I hope to any god that'll listen that he's okay. I need that guy. My guy. Updated map? What is Vince on about? Where's WCKD? Last city? WCKD… Minho—.

Take me back to the night we met

“I would've saved a lot of pain if I had just fed those damn pigs.”

I'm in this situation because of her. She's the reason I am the way I am. She's bad for me. I can't trust a traitor. If I hadn't liked her in the first place this would've never happend to me. She was right. Trust can only get you so far. Every day I lay on the mattress under leather restraints. Every night I fill my time with thoughts of what is real and what isn't. And no matter how hard I try it's all the same. Fake. I sit in the deafening silence, I'd rather the desperate love driven cries of Annie. Or the screeches of pure anger born from Johanna's coarse throat. Anything just silence. Please. The light piercing my eyes, the horrible blue white makes my eyes burn. I sat there waiting to be declared insane, because I am, when she calls my name. How dare she? Who is she to humanise me when she's why they treated me like a dog? Hurt her. Hurt her the way she hurt you. Hurt her. Why let her feel like you still trust her. Hurt her. She doesn't deserve it. Hurt her. She's why I was injected with the trackerjacker venom. She's why they didn't feed me. She's why they electrocuted me. She's why I'm insane. Hurt her, Peeta—.

“You're a traitor, we trusted you. I'll kill you, you traitor.”

I'm in this situation because of her. She's the reason I am the way I am. She's bad. I can't trust a traitor. Everyday I'm brought out into this room to be tortured for hours on end. Ever night I lay against the concrete mattress and just think. And no matter how hard I try to differentiate reality and their sick game i never win. I'm dragged out of my bunk bed, just to sit in a room that's just as silent. I'd rather the desperate fear infused cries of the younger kids. Or the hard cursing and anger driven screams of the older teens. The lights burn through my eyes when she walks in. She's talking to me. Why is she talking to me? How dare she? Who is she to tell me that what I'm doing is good when I'm literally dying because of her? Hurt her. Hurt her like she hurt you. Hurt her. Don't let her feel like she deserves your trust. Hurt her. She doesn't deserve it. Hurt her. She's why they make me sit through hours of trauma inducing nightmares. She's why I haven't seen my best friend. She's why they electrocuted me. She's why they don't feed me. She's why I'm insane. Hurt her, Minho—.

When the night was full of terror

“…”

What in the ever living fuck are these mutts. They're so pale, they're lanky, and they have no eyes. Before anyone allows themselves to think we're fighting to stay alive. Not too big of a change of scene. The sudden change from living to surviving was one I barely even notice anymore. It could just be because I'm half insane. Did I mention the water? It's horrible. The smell, the look, the sound. Everyone is screaming, no one is safe, and fuck are we tired. I'm pushing these things off me, off other people, and away from anything that's moving. This is another new fear, this was all Snow. Not like the games being the tributes you fear no this is worse. It's all Snow. And that man loves the smell of fear. I'm being shoved and guided up a ladder, Katniss following behind me. Where's Finnick? Fuck no. I shove past Katniss to see Finnick making sure they don't follow up behind us. He always did that. Made sure we were all safe before even trying to help himself. The ladder shakes and a look of hope flashes across my face. The same hope that made me feel like I'd be safe forever. The same hope the filled my chest when Katniss kissed me in our first arena. The same hope that made me think I loved her. That wasn't him getting up. That was the ladder falling. He screams for Katniss, and she returns the favour. The way she called for him was desperate but at what cost? His life? That isn't right. She knows it isn't. His screeches of pain are bloodcurdling, the pure and raw fear burns through my ears. What was more like 10 seconds felt like years. His desperate pleas and cries rang through my head like Katniss used to. Nightlock, nightlock, nightlock. The screams are interrupted by the explosion. He's gone. The one guy who kept me grounded, who made me feel sane, kept me in time. He's gone. No way. Finnick—.

"…"

What in the ever living shuck is going on out here. I just jumped out of a window with my best friends and swam to the edge of the pond to get out. We move to see Gally- Gally? What? One quick conversation and a shoulder pat later and I find out Newt is dying. The black, ivy-like veins that climb up his neck remind me of the time I ran through that maze and found my best friend half dead on the dyed red concrete. Thomas and I helped him get as far as his legs would take him before gently sitting him down. He and I exchange a few frantic words before I shucking bolt to get that serum.

I can't believe it, it was so Newt to play it off and I hate that I know that. Newt never really knew how to to explain his problems. Being second in command didn't have my perks. The barefoot run through the city isn't as freeing as I thought it to be. The sheer amount of adrenaline running through me is the only thing keeping me going right now. Bits of ash bite my skin and broken building stabs the pads of my feet. Through the flames and chaos I make it to the berg with Gally to see Brenda. We share a look before running back to find Newt. The fire casts a deadly glow across our faces, the wind colliding with our bodies as we push against the odds to get the serum to him in time. I made it after Brenda and her still standing figure spoke more to me than words ever could. He looked like he did that day. The day he attempted. Carrying his limp, half dead body through the winding maze alleyways. That's what this was but it only felt like I fell off that wall. He's gone. The guy I told my secrets to, the guy I shared a hammock with on cold nights, the guy I cried with. Gone. Newt's gone. He's gone. Newt—.

And your eyes were full of tears

“My last thought will be of your lips—.”

Holy shit this sucks. Everyhing is wet, hot, and so goddamn close to me. The lizard mutts, very mature Snow. This is too different to the Arena's, Snow had control but the main threat was the tributes. The real threat here is Snow. He didn't care who died he just know who he wanted dead. Everyone is screaming, at least 3 people are dead, and if I was just a little faster I could've saved them. They're dead because of me. Katniss is fine, she jas to be or everything I did to keep Annie safe was for nothing. Where's peeta? That poor boy. The state he was in when he was unofficially put under my care reminded me of a young Annie fresh out of the maze. The water reminds me of home. Of annie. Annie. Annie Cresta, my only constant thought. That poor girl. My poor wife. The chaos in her mind must be so suffocating. I hope she's okay. The chaos in here is much like swimming through the ocean of lovers in the Capitol, constantly fight to keep them off me. To keep the mutts off me. The mutts. Peeta. I rush everyone up the ladder frantically while trying to make sure these fucking lizards don't follow up. The way they follow reminds me just a little bit too much of the capitol bastards sending flowers to my home address and threatening to kill my wife. I push as hard as I can and decide it's finally safe enough for me to get up the ladder. To finally see Annie. My girl. The ladder broke. I'm dead. Not yet, but you get the point. Annie. Annie, district 4, home, the ocean, water. Water. The crashing of the mutts isn't like the ocean waves. The way they make my skin burn isn't like the sun summer. The marks they tear into my skin aren't like the one's my wife leaves when we make love. This isn't 4. This isn't home. I'm dying. A single cry for Katniss rings through the walls that contain this ocean of chaos. I didn't die in that arena. But I might as well have. I still lost to Snows sick game. And she was still my last thought. Annie. My wife. My love. My girl.

My last thought was of your lips—.

“Tommy, Tommy will understand—.”

Holy shit this sucks. Everything is on fire, hot, and so goddamn close. My head is pounding, everyone is screaming, and if I had been a little faster my best friends wouldn't be dragging me through a city of flames. Thomas is fine, where's Minho? That poor guy. The state he was in when we got to him reminded of how I felt as he carried through the confusing walls on the maze. The fire reminds me of the Glade, of the night I met Thomas. Thomas, my only constant thought. Tommy. That poor boy. My poor boy. The chaos in his mind must be suffocating, I hope he'll be okay. The chaos out here is much like trying to run from my thoughts of death in the Glade, constantly running my brain on other things. Death was always around the corner in The Glade. You never knew when your moment was gonna be your last. I thought I knew then. I'm full aware of my end now. Running from the flames. The fire. Minho. We're rushed to a semi covered area, Minho and Gally are sprinting and the changing is getting to me. I can't do it. I'm dying. Not yet, but you get the point. Why am I trying to hurt him? Why am I letting the flare win? Can he hear that it's me? Newt? Not the infection but me? If I were to love him as the undead I'd eat only his heart to know I'm the only who has his heart. Tommy please. Tommy. Tommy, the Glade, bonfires. Fire. The blaze isn't like the coziness of greenie nights. The way it makes my skin burn isn't like the sun in the Glade while I garden. The shadows they cast aren't like the ones that spread across his face the night we met. This isn't the Glade. This isn't home. I'm dying. A plead and a cry for Tommy is shared over a hug. I followed him into the maze. Into the unknown parts of the scorch. Into this bloody warzone. And I'm trying to kill him. I didn't die falling off the maze wall. But I might as well have. I still lost to the thoughts. And he'll still understand, right? Tommy. My friend. My leader. My boy.

Tommy, Tommy will understand—.

Take me back to the night we met.

Real or not real.

Home is so much to me now. It's more than a bakery. It's more than where the heart is. It's more than four walls. It's more than pain and tears and suffering. Whatever 12 was before is gone. Literally. Lost them all to the Capitol. But I have my own little family now. It's different being away from The Capitol, just being away. Katniss is great, we are authentically ourselves out here. She hasn't been the same since prim and she'll never be the same. Kinda like I'll never be the same after what Snow did to me. We talk to Annie a lot more than before, that poor girl, losing her husband and giving birth to their child must be so so much. Snow took so much from her. Innocence. Youth. Her husband. Her whole life. I'm glad we talk to her. Johanna is hard to reach. She never seemed to truly get over the promise she and Katniss made. Haymitch and Effie are so cute, Haymitch doesn't drink as much as he did, Effie ditched the heavy makeup. Finnick. We wouldn't be here without him. He's my reminder that good still exists, even if he's gone. The impact he had on Katniss and I is unexplainable. I am forever grateful to him. The older brother I always needed but never had. That I'll never have. One of the many things I admired about him was his patience. He was there to make sure Annie knew what was there and what wasn't. Life is still disorienting, I still pray that I don't wake me up from whatever dream Snow put me in this time. I have such a hard time getting used to anything new because if something new shows up it feels like I've just started imagining things again. Katniss is constantly reminding me that what we have is real. It's still hard though. Grasping reality gets hard when you have small copy paste versions of your wife running everywhere. Katniss and I had kids, my favourite colour is still that orange, and I'm allowed to think for myself again. It's refreshing, being able to breathe without someone questioning my every move. Being able to move without camera's being shoved in my face. We swim in the lake every now and then during summer, we play tag in the fields, and dandelion soup to celebrate forever happiness. To celebrate growth. Freedom. We're free—.♪

“No one needs me–”

“I do."

Real or not real.

Home is so much more that it was before. It's more than a hut. It's more than where the heart is. It's more than endless winding walls. It's more than Running and pain and suffering. Our Glade is long gone with WCKD. It'll never be the same and I think I'm okay with that. It's different being away from WCKD, just being away. Brenda is great, she is authentically herself. She hasn't been the same since Newt died but who has? She'll never be the same. Kinda like I'll never be the same after what WCKD did to me. We talk to everyone, especially Frypan, Losing Jeff and Clint, then Winston must've been so so much for him. They were a lot to him. I never really noticed how close they were until I realised how distant I was from a lot of people. Gally is hard to reach. He's been more open but I don't think he ever really shook the sight of chuck. Jorge is such a dad now, to all of us, the maze guys and Bren I mean. He crochets now, does something with his hands that isn't killing someone, he keeps busy with Vince as well. Newt. I wouldn't be here without him. He's my reminder that kindness exists outside of the cruelty that is one's mind, even if he's gone. The impact that he had on me is unexplainable. He's like the brother I always had. That I'll never have again. Newt is someone I'll never be able to forget. I hope. Life is still disorienting, I still pray that I don't wake up from whatever cruel experiment WCKD has put me in. Bren keeps me grounded, helps me come back when I float a little too far. It's still hard though. Brenda and I are officially dating as of three months ago. She's great for me and Jorge has already given me his blessing. I still run, just not for unhealthy hours, not anymore. We walk along the beach and splash in the water every now and then. And Fry's iconic potato soup to celebrate forever happiness. To celebrate growth. Freedom. We're free–.

“You hear—?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

A/N: AHHHH IT'S FINALLY HERE. Okay so I'd literally adore any comments and if you hate it PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL CRY. But constructive criticism is always welcome. A MASSIVE thank you to @zer0brainc3lls and @thirtyminutebreak you guys have been my rock through all of this :)) hope you enjoy this and have an amazing day or not lovelies <333

All my love to you - Nevaya <3

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Hellooo, will you continue writing for A Sinner's Redemption

I am! Don't you worry. Now that my health has improved and my university is out for the summer, I finally have the time and motivation to write again. Just to prove my words, here is a snippet from the next chapter (which I hope will be finished tmr)

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Piper bit her lip, and her eyes fell on Ellie's sleeping figure. "All I've ever…Have you ever thought you were cursed?" Joel shook his head. "I think I'm cursed. Actually, I know I am," Piper scoffed.

"Cursed?" Joel questioned.

"To kill." Piper pulled her arm away from Ellie and stared at her shaking hands. In the light of the fire they only grew more red; A dark red that seemed to seep underneath her skin. She shuddered. "It's all I was used for in the QZ. It's all I've known." She couldn't bare to look at her hands any longer, instead resorted shoving them under her legs. "I'm cursed to kill when all I want is to save…but I can't." her voice caught in her throat. "I can only save Ellie. She's all that matters. So, as long as I can do that, I'll be fine."

"Kid," Joel paused. "Piper." The sound of her name drew her attention. "You are more than a sister. You can want something for yourself that is outside of Ellie."

Piper scoffed. "Says you. You've been on and on about Tommy. What about you then? What is your dream outside of Tommy?"

"I-" Joel began to refute Piper's words, but something stopped him. She was right. He'd started this whole thing for Tommy: picked up the girls, lost Tess, danced with death, saw the impossible, and all for someone who could be dead. Piper and him were one in the same. As long as their family was safe and happy, so would they be. But as Joel really pondered her question, the dream of the farm came back into mind. The farm with the quiet sheep, the peaceful life. Except now this dream had room for more, yet Joel wasn't sure if there was room for his girls in the first place.  

"It's getting late," Joel remarked, standing up again to patrol. This time, Piper didn't refuse sleep. Instead, she let the silence close in on her as the warmth of the fire cascaded over her body. The only sign of life was the slow rise and fall of her chest, the rhythm to which Joel stepped as he guarded his girls from the looming horrors of the night.

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First Lines :)

tagged by the wonderful @alllthequeenshorses who has been writing The Old Guard joe/nicky fics that deserve to be read!! go check them (and other good reads) out!

i, myself, have been sitting peaceably in the phandom quicksand. more specifically, the phandom quicksand that is crossed over with DC :)

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As king, Danny is beholden to the emotions of his subjects, is able to feel them in the bottled swirl of an orb, the centerpiece to his icy crown.

i had the VIVID mental image of danny dragging a dead joker thru the streets of Gotham in a color blocking sort of thing? where it's a dark grey silhouette outline of danny and joker's body on a black street lined with towering white buildings- joker is trailing red and danny's looking back, eyes glowing green. a red sky and people observing on the streets. i might do this with colored paper? tmr actually since i've got the time

Approximately 54 minutes ago, Damian set off his panic button on his civilian identity.

i do not particularly like this line; i gotta go find batman's voice later, but i haven't found a way to continue Unknown Caller ID that i am happy with. please be patient with me, and if you have anything you think might happen/could see happening, i'm always up for a chat abt my fics! drop into my ask box! (anon is on too)

They’re in a transitional period now.

timeskip just slip me on, i'll be your blanket???? is that you??? guys idk if i'll finish it since it's mostly directionless rn, but istg in my heart of hearts it's not really finished and i'll never be free until i'm satisfied

Spencer stepped out of the elevator, sipping from his to-go coffee cup.

i found out about danny phantom x criminal minds, specifically the spencer reid is a gothamite trope, and I Need More. gotta do whatcha gotta do.

Today is the day.

from the Young Justice part of dc (screw it not being continuity, and also wally is dating dick wdym) crossed over with dp, of course, where danny joins the justice league as a consult/doomsday protocol, but he lives at the hall of justice and acts as a heimdall??? basically. the extended league is awkward around him bc he reminds them that they can't save everyone; inspo'd by a fic

Damian was gone.

not a cross over, it's just dc. is more of a character study on Alfred Pennyworth, maybe? but also i'm not really pulling from observing a ton of canon, it's more of my understanding and imagination on him and his relationships (and how his family's night activities affect him) [i love him and david mccallum is MY alfred]

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aaand that's abt it, in terms of new things i've worked on in the past four weeks! imma try to tag some new folks (hello there!!), but no pressure, and anyone is welcome to post their first lines (tag me, i'd love to see them!)

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ALIENATED

[ TAGS ] toxic dynamic, unreliable narration, manipulation, trauma, abuse of power, DEAD DOVE ; DO NOT EAT !

✦❅✧───✧❅✦ CHAPTER 2 - SCHOOL SPIRIT

Li's POV

God this is so embarrassing. Everyone already has their own friend circles from previous years. But there was no way I was going to stay in that school after-

[bell noise]

I quickly collect all my supplies and shove it into my backpack, hurrying to my next class. I don’t remember school being this long…it’s only the third period. I take out my schedule, trying to figure out where my next class is. I barely make it to my history class, as soon as I step in the bell rang. Wow, I must look stupid. I find a seat and take out the supplies I need for the class. The teacher goes through the curriculum. So boring… I rest my head on my hand, trying not to fall asleep.

“...Oh! For your first assignment you will receive a project…” 

I sit up from my desk. What? On the first day? But who the hell am I going to work with?! I look around, other people also giving each other confused glances. 

“You will be making a timeline about one of the global history topics listed on this sheet. You will be working in groups of 3-4! I will give you the remaining time to find a group and discuss the topic you want to research. You must let me know your group topic by tomorrow!”

I look around as everyone goes to ask their friends to be in their group. I sigh. I bury my head in my arms on the table. Do I have to wait until the teacher asks if everyone has a group? Wow, that’s really embarrassing. Loser. I raise my head quickly as I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around confused.

“Hey! You alright?” the girl says. I furrow my eyebrows. There’s some guy behind her.

“Yeah…” I say. Well this is awkward. 

“That’s good! Do you have a group yet? I haven’t seen you around,” she asks. 

“Nope,” I pause to think about what to say next. “Is it okay if I join yours?” Hope that wasn’t too risky. What if that guy behind her is her boyfriend? That would be REALLY awkward. 

“Yeah of course! I’m Kenzie and this is Jordan!” Kenzie says, pointing at the guy behind her. “What’s your name?”

“Oh- I’m Li,” I say. “Nice to meet you guys.”

“Yeah me too,” Jordan says with a grin. “Can we get your number? So we can meet up sometime to work on the project.” Oh yeah, we don’t get class time for this. 

“Yeah of course,” I say, pulling out my phone. I open my contacts to show them my number. They both whip out their phones.

[bell noise]

“See you around, Li!” Kenzie says, packing up her things and waving goodbye. I wave back. I also pack my things up. 

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             The moment I step into my apartment, I collapse onto my couch. I seriously forgot how exhausting school can be. I guess not going to school for a year really screws you up.              I get up from the couch and take my homework out of my bag. I put my earbuds into my ears and start with my algebra 2 homework. 

             [ping]

             I look up from my school work to see a message from an unknown number. Who could that be? I opened the text message.

Unknown: heya li this is kenzie from global history

Unknown: the other number in the group chat is jordan

Unknown: Hi

Oh yeah, the project. I add their numbers to my contact before I reply.

You: Hey, what’s up?

Kenzie: jordan and i were wondering when u r available to meet up to work on the project

You: I’m free whenever, it’s up to you guys.

Jordan: Cool cool wanna meet up at Kenzie’s place next week?

You: Sure, that’s fine.

Kenzie: cya tmr li !!

I set a reminder for next week and closed my phone. I try to continue my homework as a light throbbing begins in my head. I groan. I guess I’ll make dinner now and head to bed early tonight.

Rei's POV

He seems a little too old compare to the typically observed 'junior' year... A little abnormal, no? Was he held back or something? He seems less orderly than the others, more sloppy..... He looks like he's a social outlier, with no companions, no 'friends', nobody that likes him, how sad.

"...Xil'ka! For your first Vro'thak zel'quar, you will receive a tek'lar zhor'vath xin'dar project..."

Is my translator breaking..?

I roughly tapped the back of my ear, hoping that some buttons were just broken.

Ugh… The budget could not be utilized to get me a better translation unit? I have done everything they ask of me, and they can't repay the favor? assholes…

"You will be making a zog'tar blimmo timeline about one of the global zylo'vaq history topics listed on this glib'nar sheet. You’ll zerk in grob'no groups of 3-4! I’ll squib your xarn with the remaining jort'lix time to find a klor and jibble the topic you want to quorpl. Glarx me your grob's zyx topic by zort'la tomorrow."

Seriously? You're kidding me, right? They want me to learn their languages but can not provide me with a sufficient translator? Ugh! Stop thinking like that, Rei! I'm lucky to even be here right now.. Stay focused. Focus on him. Remember why you're here. Okay.. He has a group project and he can't find any person to work with him. He seems distressed, panicked. I almost feel bad for him. Awww.. He's burying his face into his arms, sulking as he pities himself for being a social reject. What a loser.. He's just pitying himself, instead of trying to just fix such a simple problem. All he needs to do is just talk to other people. He can't do it on his own? Well, I mean maybe he has too because he's already on his own. Oh. Forget that thought. A person is talking to him. “Hey! You alright?” "Yeah..." Yeah? Seriously? Obviously not. You're sinking into your seat like you're about to break down.

“That’s good! Do you have a group yet? I haven’t seen you around,”

Really? Nooo way.... You haven't seen him around because he is not supposed to be here. He's an incompetent outlier. He was held back. What a moron... The more I think about it, the more miserable this guy is.

“Nope," . . . Is he going to say anything else? Does he know how to keep a conversation going? “Is it okay if I join yours?”

“Yeah of course! I’m Kenzie and this is Jordan!”

“Oh- I’m Li, nice to meet you."

“Yeah me too, can we get your number? So we can meet up sometime to work on the project.” “Yeah of course,”

Oh. That's how they communicate. I heard about this. They're all too reliant on their phones to think for themselves. Sure, my planet is a more technologically advanced than theirs but at least we can think. Half of the people here are looking at the screen for almost the entire d-

[bell noise]

Oh goodness! What the f̸͚̀ũ̴̧c̶̥̾k̵̡͝!? Ugh.. Those noises are agitating.. Do they really need to be so loud that they're ringing in my ears? If I could block out this sound, I would. “See you around, Li!”

-

Okay.. He's already collapsed on his couch. How lazy do you have to be? I was watching him the whole day and this stuff seems pretty easy. He's weak if he can't do this.. I watch him as he sighs and gets up from his couch, and takes out a worksheet labeled "ALGEBRA II" Algebra two? Seriously? He looks like my age and he's still learning algebra two? That's simple. This should be easy for me.

[ A/N ] slow updates.. sorry guys!! this is just a chapter to introduce more characters. next chapter might get better (*^_^*) hope u liked!

[kidfoundonstreets]

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he is ONE step away from going “uwaa” every sirius and claire interaction makes me kick my feet and giggle but cry at the same time they r so.. . JUST AHGKHFKSDJGS I CANT EPXLAIN IT BUT THIS GAME KNOWS HOW TO MAKE DYNAMICS INTERESTING SIRIUS HOLDING ONTO MORE PAINFUL MEMORIES I jghjgkgd;kkgkggkgldfd.fe.,,,,,,,,,,, this music is so good

THE WAY HES SO TICKLISH HES THE PRETTIEST PINKEST MOST SPECIALSIT PRINCESS IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD I LOVE HIM CLAIRE HAS A POIINT PLSPL S... P LS. SPL P LP SLSPLELASE LET THENM BE HAPPY U CANT POV SIWTCIH ME LIKE THIS. GODMANTIJF </3 its noel so im not angry but AGHHHG

moomm the chsaracters are parrerllgiun/rleaitng to each other again..  but this makes me so sad i really love wilardo and his sotry just. he isnt even mad he isnt sad its just gone on too long for the emotions he couldve been feeling hes just tired from everythoing as stated multiple times but itgjfdhgkjhejkhwjlkhwjhr3h3hhhhhhhhhh it sucks because without the heart then how is he supposed to get his wish?? i want him to have some sort of release anyway noel and that sprite breaks my heart a lot,, ik im not making sense im sleepy ok IS THAT A FUCKING CAT. woAH i cant believe ashe and noel invented gay people!!!!!!! okay shipping aside i love how ashe cares for noel so much..........even if it is just decency 

everytime noel thinks/says shit like this i just feel obligated to reblog that idiot sandwich post

h boy.............. ASHE SMILING HOLY SHIT >>> LIKE NOELS SMILE IS THE WORLD TO ME BUT ASHES SMILING GETS ME DYING TOO gril they are comparing each other to the dead.....................idk how to feel about that GOD THE WAY THEY COMMUNICATE IT HAS ME ON A HOOK

the fucking stare i love them but this hurts my heart DOES THE CAT JUST ASCEND EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU CLCIK IT OH YMGJFDHHASHDSAHAHAHAHA they bond over a cat!! actual goals!!! he likes animals cuz theyre honest. yeah noted NOELS ASKING ABT THE BTICHS HEAR TYEAHH IM NERVOUS ABT THIS THE TICKING MUSIC TOO

*sounds of me absolutely dying in the bg* HE DIDNT EVEN LIE EITHER OR AVOID IT  ,, WELL ID CERTAINTLY LIKE TO BE A BILLIONAIRE THIS GUY..

AW SHIT YOU FUCKED UP., BAD. YOU SAID THAT TO THE EXACT WRONG GUY. fuck nicholas man. i get noel though. what the hell. claire dead for that id be sick to my stomach too ashe actually sdaying it was a lie help?? even he got the entire off vibe dude that etnire interaciton.. cronches it they make each other confused. pushes them together again ROUGE NOT YOU CALLING NOEL SLOW WITTED WORST MOM SON DUO EVER TBH 

[baekmond]

Before Midnight (Seonghwa Smut)

Includes: Vampire Seonghwa x (f)readers, NonCon, blood, horror, mention of death, dacryphilia, biting, very dark theme (Please don’t read if you are uncomfortable, I am not responsible for what YOU read.) Sorry for not posting, I really try to make new ideas to satisfy you guys. This is a Halloween special. :) @hijirikaww

“What if we get caught Chansun?” You looked around the dark forest worried but also excited, your boyfriend was leading you somewhere in the forest where you both would get some privacy. “Why? You scared? Our family are both strict they will never know.” You weren’t too worried about you families but because of the folktale of the midnight suckers. “It is almost 12 we should be quick. “ Your boyfriend had finally stop grabbing both your shoulders in reassurance. “We will definitely be done before 12 and even if we don’t you don’t have to be scare, old people only tell us those stories to scare us.” You smile slightly pushing your boyfriend against a tree before kissing him. Exploring each other’s bodies you were now both naked with your clothes scattered around the ground. The moon was already up brightly shining some lights through the dark forest. The warmness of both your skins touching you didn’t even realize it has already past midnight. With your boyfriend in between your leg giving you a slow pace thrust you began to worry. “Chansun we should get going now before our parents become worried.” Chansun ignored your words only going faster. “Ch-Chansun.” You whined softly hitting his chest. “Fine, tmr you owe me more.” You nodded before both of you parted putting on your clothes. “Wait, I am going to pee behind the tree.” You nodded as your boyfriend walk behind the giant tree. You rubbed your arms feeling the wind hit, the silence from behind the tree made you laugh. “Chansun, are you masturbating right now for not getting off? I promise we can have phone sex once I get home.” Silence, you sighed walking up behind the tree. Terror, Chansun laid lifeless with his guts ripped out and neck bitten, his eyes was still open staring right into your soul. You screamed crying running to him. “Chansun Wake UP!” As if it could help you covered his neck bite from bleeding even more. Breathing heavily as tears fall out continuously you reached for your phone in your pocket calling the emergency number. “911 what is yo-” “Please PLease!!! My b-boyfriend i-is dead!” The phone was snatched away from your hands before the police could reply. You stared at the ground frighten and clueless of what just took your phone. “Why are you crying baby?” Voice stuck in your throat you couldn’t make a sound to scream, just staring at the unknown creature’s shoes. The figure bend down to you grabbing your chin lifting it up, you were now face with a beautiful man inches from you, your lips tremble and tears drop to the mans hand. “Voice stuck in your throat? Don’t worry, I can help with that.” He smirked before lifting you up effortlessly harshly shoving you to the tree. “N-no n-no.” Your voice was soft and broken. “No? That’s too bad.” He licked your tears lowering to give you a peck on your parted lips, his long tongue entering exploring your mouth. Finally coming back to your senses you began struggling against his hold, he bit your lips making it bleed. “I love when my victims refuse me. “ You tried kicking him but it was no use because it didn’t seem to hurt him. “Baby you are only making it harder for yourself.” You screamed for help only for him to chuckle. “I guess I will have to punish you baby.” He ripped your clothes exposing your skin, his fingers found its way to your folds spreading the wetness from your previous intercourse with your boyfriend. “Too bad I came too late.” You shook your head fighting the urge to moan. One of his hand trapped both of your wrist above you as his other roam your body. “I’m going crazy over you.” Smelling your soft skin his eyes turned red. “Fuck, what luck it is today to find someone so lovely.” The man unbuckle his belt letting his hard dick spring free form the leather pants. He caressed it before lifting one of your legs up wrapping it around his waist. You screamed trying to close your legs but failed. He groaned as you struggle using his tip to spread the wetness around. “Here I come.” He watched your face as he entered slowly, you threw your head back screaming from the pain.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Can I request a Thomas (tmr) x f!reader soulmate au maybe where he comes up to the glade after she’s been there for a while with her name on his wrist. And that brings back her memories of him? Thank you!!

Of course, sweet Anon! 😊 I don't usually like AU, but I actually do like the soulmate trope lol. Also, this took too long, I know. I've been so unmotivated and I have no idea why and I still have like 4 more imagines to do hahahahahaaa......ugh

Aaaanyway...*cough cough* this is...what it is. I have this disease, called "backstoryinitis" where I add too much backstory to an imagine, so, uh, sorry?

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Wiping a bead of sweat off your brow, you stopped hoeing the ground when you heard the loud alarm that rang every month.

Another month, another Greenie...

You'd lived in the Glade for a couple years now, so you were used to new kids coming up in what everyone called the Box every month. It's really the only way you could keep track of how long you were stuck in this place.

Every month, you wondered if there was going to be someone like you sent up; a female. Being the only girl in a group of dozens of boys, it got lonely. Of course you had friends, but it just wasn't the same to you. And what was even weirder, you had a tattoo on your wrist, a name.

At first, when you came up in the Box without your memories, you actually thought it was your name, until you remembered your actual name.

Looking at your wrist every day and night, you tried to comb your brain for any sliver of memory that could answer your hundreds of questions that you had. Why was this name on your wrist, and who was this person? You hoped you'd find out, one day.

You ran alongside your friend to the Box, Chuck. Well, more like closest person you considered a younger brother. He very well could've been for all you knew, but he was just one of over fifty other boys that could've been a relative. But you always called Chuck "baby brother," not that he enjoyed that nickname, in public at least. He did get teased a bit by the other guys if you called him that within earshot, so you eased up on the name a bit. But you couldn't help that protective sister side of you when you thought Chuck was getting too close to the Box when it still hadn't come up all the way.

You looked around at all the excited faces of the other boys, anxious to see the new Greenie, anxious to hassle him more like.

You always tried to be nice to Greenies, remembering how poorly you were treated when you arrived in the Glade a couple years ago. No one would really take you seriously because you were a girl. You didn't even get a job assigned to you until a few months later, of course besides the stereotypical doing the laundry and helping Frypan in the kitchen, until you almost burned down the whole shack. Turns out, you were a terrible cook. Fry still teases you about it from time to time.

Eventually, you gained everyone's trust, even Gally's, that kid definitely took some convincing though. You thought he hated you if you were being honest, but in time, you saw through your anger and understood why. Some mysterious girl just shows up with a name tattooed on her wrist when nobody else did? It probably would've freaked you out too. Thankfully, everyone stopped asking you about it when you didn't even know yourself.

You winced softly when a dull pain shot up your hand, the ink in your wrist started to itch. Huh, it's never itched before? You tried to think nothing of it when the Box finally came up all the way, Gally reaching down and opening up the hatch doors.

Everyone peered over the sides of the heavy metal doors, trying to get a good look at the new Greenie. Of course, it was another male, cowering in the corner in terror like so many other boy you've seen. An odd feeling washing over you, like nostalgia but mixed with an almost sense of overwhelming joy. The feeling was so all consuming that you didn't even notice the new Greenie taking off in a dead sprint until all your fellow Gladers started to whoop and holler, obviously finding the Greenie's fear amusing, the boy faceplanting only adding to their boisterous laughter.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling to yourself, "The dude's just scared."

Of course, the Greenie being terrified out of his mind didn't stop the Keepers from deciding to keep him in the pit until he calmed down, a sentiment you did not share. Newt chuckled, gaining your attention quickly. "What're you laughing at?" You asked.

"Nothing, just adorable how you feel for the Greenies."

"Oh, shuck you."

"Why so defensive?"

"I am not." You pouted, crossing your arms. "It's not like he's the only one that's totally freaked out on the first day. He shouldn't be locked up in the pit."

"That is true, but you know it's for everyone's safety, including his." He said, walking away.

"Yeah, yeah..." You sighed, uncrossing your arms and choosing to lean against the hoe that you were holding, eyes completely focused on Alby and the new Greenie. To say you were curious would've been an understatement.

It was strange, you usually didn't have such a peaked interest in Greenies like this before. You felt yourself drawn to him, for some unknown reason. And another thing that was strange, your wrist tattoo had been tingling ever since he came up in the Box, but you just wrote that up as a coincidence. There was no way it could be correlated...right?

"Y/n!"

You turned to Alby, quickly making his way to you with almost angry expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Do you know the Greenie?" He asked, his expression not changing.

You furrowed your brows, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. "Of course not, why would I?"

"Your name is on his wrist."

You froze, your confusion clearly etched on your face. "W-What?"

"You really don't know him? If your name is on his wrist, then I think it's pretty safe to assume that the name on your wrist is his."

"No, that's...impossible. I..." You were at a loss for words, how could this be happening? All this time, you just thought, maybe you had a partner before your memories got wiped and got their name tattooed; but now, you had no idea the hell was going on.

"The Greenie also claimed he didn't know where the tattoo came from, or who the name belonged to."

"You didn't tell him...about me?"

"No, not yet. I wanna keep this under wraps until we figure out what the shuck is happening here."

"But Alby, everyone knows about my tattoo, if someone sees his-"

"He's wearing a long sleeve. If he knows what's good for him he'll listen to me when I told him to cover it." Alby sighs, hardening his expression once more. "I swear, Y/n, if you know something about this-"

"I don't." You assured, you were just as confused as he was.

"The bonfire tonight will be a good opportunity to talk to the Greenie, everyone'll be too drunk to notice."

"Alby, you still trust me, right?"

"That remains to be seen."

The anxiety that you felt the rest of the day finally bubbled to the surface when the bonfire party started. You pretty much avoided the Greenie all day. You didn't know if you had any reason to be scared, but so many fears plagued your mind. So many "what ifs." But were sure nothing would be worse than having to wait to find out.

Looking over to see the Greenie and Newt sitting together away from the bonfire, Alby gave you a look, stern but not stern enough for you to feel threatened, although you still felt nervous.

Slowly walking over to the Greenie, you kept telling yourself over and over that this is the moment you've been waiting for ever since you were sent to the Glade, the moment you found out if this boy was the one who's name was permanently engraved onto your skin. You could finally have some sort of closure, maybe not complete, but just knowing would be enough.

You nervously cleared your throat, both boys looking your way as you stood above them. "Hey, Newt." You quickly started, "thought I'd introduce myself to the Greenie." You gave Newt a look that told him to leave the two of you alone.

Newt chuckled. "Right, of course. I think I'm gonna get myself another drink." And off he went, leaving you and the Greenie in an awkward silence, but more of an anxious silence on your part.

"Sorry I haven't introduced myself yet, been a busy day." You forced a smile, taking a seat next to the Greenie.

"Do you guys throw parties like this every time a new...Greenie shows up?" The boy asked, a slight bitter tone to his voice.

"Yeah, pretty much. We only really started this tradition a year ago, we thought we might as well celebrate another month of surviving here, also welcoming the newbies."

"Yeah, well, doesn't really feel like a warm welcome, despite the bonfire." You chuckled. "Are you...? Uh, never mind."

"No, what?"

"Well, just looking around, you seem to be the only girl here. Why is that?"

You shrugged. "Beats me. I came here just like everybody else, no memories. I wish I knew. Speaking of, have you remembered your name yet?"

The Greenie frowned. "No." He whispered, suddenly rubbing his sleeve covered wrist.

"What's wrong?" You asked, noticing his discomfort.

He sighed. "Uh, nothing. My wrist just hurts a little, might've sprained it or somethin'."

This was taking too long, and the bonfire party was starting to die down. It would be over soon, you had to speed this up.

"Alby told me..." You started, nervously taking a deep breath before continuing, "about your wrist."

The Greenie looked to you with wide eyes. "He told me to keep quiet about it, why would he tell you?"

"Because...the name on your wrist is mine."

He furrowed his brows, his mouth slightly agape, rolling up his sleeve slightly, just enough to see the top of the outline of your name. "Wait, really? How is that...?"

"I don't know. But I'm guessing," You rolled up your own sleeve, "this is your name?"

You held up your wrist, the light from the bonfire illuminating the ink enough for the Greenie to read what it said, "Thomas." Thomas' confused face mirrored your own, both of you feeling a strange mix of emotions all at once. He reached out, you flinching away slightly. "Can I?" He asked.

You nodded curtly, extending out your wrist for him to hold.

As soon as his skin made contact with yours, you felt a spark of electricity rush through your whole body, so intense that it made you jolt with a quiet gasp. Thomas seemed to have felt the same, his grip on your wrist tightening as he felt the same rush.

You suddenly felt like you were hit in the head with a brick, sharp flashes of images of you, but not in the Glade. These were different, you saw yourself smiling, laughing, with an older woman, smile lines and subtle wrinkles around her eyes, tuffs of greyish white hair scattered about in random spots amongst her lush natural colored hair. You instantly teared up...this was your mother...you remembered your mother.

"I remember." You and Thomas said at the exact same time.

"My name is Thomas." He confirmed, tears welling up in his golden brown eyes, giving them a shine. "I remember everything, my family, my friends, why I came here..."

"I remember my life before here too. I was...taken. They took me away from my mama." You quickly felt a surge of anger rush through you. "W.C.K.D. They did this."

Thomas sighed. "I know..." He took hold of both your hands. "I remember you too, Y/n." A slight rosy blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Me too." You said softly.

You both had worked at W.C.K.D. together, you both had the same distain for the company and wanting to take them down together, both of you being betrayed and sent here. You knew it was dangerous for W.C.K.D. to send you both to the same Maze trial, how could they make such a stupid mistake.

"We have to get everyone out of here, Thomas."

"We will."

"Together."

~~~~~~~~~~

Well, that escalated quickly. Hope you enjoyed it regardless, Anon😊

[liptonsbabe]

Havoc [Thomas]

A Maze Runner fanfiction

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Summary: When the reader, the second-in-command of the village goes out into the maze looking for a way out, the last thing she hopes to find is a whole new community on the other side of the walls. Much less, when it seems to be inhabited only by boys her age.

Warnings: none

A/N: Hey! This is my very first fanfic here and i decided to start with some tmr stuff ;) English not my mother language so please let me know if something is wrong. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter one: Leaving home

YOU WAKE UP THAT DAY WITH AN INCREDIBLE MOOD, although things in the village were not encouraging at all.

The dew hadn't fallen yet when you were already in front of the maze, impatiently waiting for the doors to open. You were carrying a backpack with the breakfast on your back, the belt resting on your hips, and an awl strategically hidden in your back pocket.

You didn't understand why your heart was beating so fast even if the night before had been the worst of all. The disease was progressing, it was devastating the village and the parents were leaving their children alone. You trembled in your place. You've never seen anything like that before. The illness, the confusion, the tiredness, the agony. The desease was ending with all of you. If you and the trackers didn’t find a way out as you had promised, then the village would be devastated.

You couldn't allow it. You weren't going to give up. Maybe the answer was out there, waiting for you and you weren't going to keep it waiting.

Maybe the feeling of your restless heart was a good sign. Maybe your heart was sensing things that you could not know and, with a little bit of luck, get it right as he almost always did.

The village had exits from its four points, so, as the sun was in the west that day, you decided to start with the east gate, considering it a good sign. You pulled your hair up in a high ponytail, ate an apple as fast as you could, and waited for the doors to move.

A curtain of dust and pebbles rose in front of your face as you listened the doors opening. That day the main corridor to the maze had a strange smell, but you thought that your nose was already damaged by the medicines and infusions that you had been smelling in the nursery, so you ignored it. You adjusted your boots waiting for the stench to disperse when a strong pull carried you backwards, scaring you.

“What the hell...? Asenat! "You muttered releasing the grip on your shirt. The girl smiled haughtily, crossing her arms over her chest “How many times do I have to tell you to not pull me like that? I hate being pulled!

“You can do it as many times as you want, I honestly don't care, I'll keep doing it anyways”

“You're an idiot”

“Where do you think you are going?” Cassidy asked, standing next to Asenat, both of them staring at you with their arms crossed over their chests and frowning. You rolled your eyes

“To do my job, the same as you should be doing right now”

"You are no longer a tracker”

“I am the leader, I can give myself that position”

"Second leader," Asenat corrected you, "After Richard, and he was the one who gave you the order to stay in the village, remember?"

You clicked your tongue as the trackers were already leaving to the maze. Asenat caught your shirt between her fingers again preventing you from running. Cassidy sighed, shaking her head. If something was clear to them about you, it was how stubborn you could be.

“Yes, I remember”

"Do you still have those headaches?"

"No," you lied. You'd been feeling terrible headaches for a couple of weeks now, before Richard fell sick from what the villagers called the glow. The man, who was also a tracker, had found you in the middle of your section with a terrible bruise on the back of your head and a pool of blood surrounding you. He carried you to the village, and when you were sufficiently recovered, you mentioned having a terrible pain and falling unconscious hitting the stone. Richard didn't need to know more to remove you from your job, forbidding you to return to the maze until your headaches were better. Until the night before you hadn't felt any pain, so you assumed you were fine “I'm great, don't worry about me. It was an accident”

"Yeah, are you sure?"

“Completely”

"Even if it were so, you are not allowed to go out," Cassidy said, determined. "We need you here, my friend."

"I'll be back before dark”

"Things don't work that way anymore," Cassidy replied, looking at you with a frown. "Richard hasn't died yet." His rules are still ours and since when we can do whatever we want?

“Don’t say it like that”

"You know Richard is not going to survive" Asenat lowered her voice preventing any other villagers from hearing her "he will die like the rest of the infected and when that happens all this will be over. We can continue with the rules that he made, but that will not be enough. There are families dying every day, our duty is to take care of them. We have a pact, okay? Treat the disease first, look for a way out later”

"How long are we going to keep waiting?" You asked, taking a step forward. Asenat sighed, "Three? Four? Another five years? This place is falling apart. If we really want to help the remaining villagers we need to find a way out, take them home, give them a better life, heal them "

"Nobody assures us that we will be better out there than here"

"Let's take the risk, we won't lose anything just by trying"

"We have kids in here, even babies. Their parents have died and they depend on us.

"This time it will be different" you said looking at them pleadingly "It's crazy, but something tells me that today we will find the answers we have been looking for. I could assure you that. Do you believe me? Do you trust me enough to believe in what my heart feels?”

Cassidy and Asenat looked at each other. Richard was still sick, confined to his cabin with the doctors trying to keep him alive. The night before he had lost part of the skin on his arms and his uncontrollable anger had made them tie him to the bed, however, that didn’t mean that in his small lapses of serenity he did not realize what was happening in the village.

Asenat shrugged her arms, leaving the decision to Cassidy. In her role as a teacher, she had no say in that situation and she didn't really care too much. You were reckless and almost always clumsy, but you had good ideas and that had helped you become te mainstay of the village. However Cassidy as the third in charge represented the third head of the monster. She would be the leader at Richard's death and if you didn't get back from the maze in time and that terrified her. She was not afraid of responsibility, nor making important decisions, but that represented visualizing a future where the three of you were not together and she preferred not to think about it.

"You know we do," she replied. "There hasn't been a single day when we doubted in your good judgment, but ..."

"It's different," Asenat said rubbing her chin. "The village doesn't feel like it used to. We are used to death, we can handle it, but the feeling of having it lurking over our heads is unbearable. The maze is not better. It is changing. I listen to it every night. The steel lobsters clattering through the halls. The giant woke up and will not go back to sleep”

"Cassidy," you called her, squeezing her hands. The girl sighed, thinking of the possibilities you guys had. Staying with your arms crossed was not an option, but neither was breaking the trust Richard had placed in all of you. Asenat watched you. The three of you shared the same fear, the same confusion and the same dread of losing the entire village. There were children who required the presence of someone capable to guide them, men and women waiting in fear to be infected with the glow and babies crying to feel the arms of their dead parents. You clenched her hands tighter. You needed to be covered for a few hours only and, in return, you would find the way out. You could do it, you trusted your instincts “Please...”

Cassidy sighed.

"We'll cover you until lunchtime, that's all."

"I only need that”

"Come back in one piece, will you?" She begged, looking at a small boy approaching. You leaned down, taking him in your arms letting out a groan as you picked him up. George was eight years old, he didn't weigh the same as five years ago. You kissed his cheek, returning him to the ground “The boy would go nuts if something happened to you”

"Are you going back to the maze?" George asked looking at you with his huge brown eyes. You nodded. Then you were hit by the little boy's suffocating embrace “the lobsters will hurt you!

"They are asleep now”

"They can wake up!"

"I doubt it little one. Don’t worry, I'll be fine. I'll be back at noon and we'll have a snack together, what ya think?”

“You promise?

“I promise”

"Okay, you can go," he said. You laughed, ruffling his hair

"Thanks, puppy. Stay with Asenat, okay? She can scold you while I'm gone”

"Ya’ heard it, boy," Asenat said, rubbing her knuckles at the top of his head. George complained, "You will stay with me the rest of the day and help me teach the little ones how to count to ten.

“That's not fair!”

"Life isn't fair, brat." Come on, maybe we can grab some chocolate from the kitchen later, huh?”

Asenat held out her hand and George took it enthusiastically as they walked together towards the largest cabin that you used as a classroom. George spun on his feet saying goodbye with a bright smile on his face. You blew him a kiss and Asenat turned to show you her middle finger. You smiled

"Take care of him, will you?" I highly doubt that Asenat will do it properly”

"I'm going to watch her. Now go before I regret it. And (Y/N)” She said, stopping you as you walked towards the main corridor of the maze. You turned around, waiting for his words “Don't die out there. The maze stinks enough to add the stench of a corpse” You nodded. It was a fair deal

“No prob”

You finished your run in your section faster than you expected. The meal would not be until three hours later so you decided to make a stop to rest. You sat on the floor against a wall. Hot sweat was running down your neck and the fucking headache was back. You closed your eyes, tired. It was terribly hot, and the stench of rotting meat numbed your nose.

You drank water, the little sip you had left, and put it back in your backpack. You were going to eat some of the apple slices you took with you, but the pain in the back of your head kept you from even chewing. You stood up wanting to continue your hike when the headache went down your neck and then numbed your spine. You leaned against the wall. It was covered in vines, moss, and fungus. You wiped your palms on your pants and started walking again.

The migraine erased your sight. For a second the world around you seemed to move in luminous spirals forcing you to close your eyes. The sound lightened and you swore you heard a static signal on your eardrums.

The floor spined over and over again. You dug your nails into the palms of your hands feeling the blood pour out from the sides, staining the stone. You heard the drops hiting the floor and suddenly everything stopped.

You were sweating. Your soaked shirt stuck to your body, your hair matted on your forehead and you opened your eyes. Pushing back the hair you noticed that this was not your section, that in some inexplicable way the maze had changed drastically and there was no way to return home.

Your heart beat madly. You fell to the ground on your knees, your head aching every second screaming in agony. You crawled down the corridor without understanding its course, but recognizing small fragments of leaves pointing a path to the north.

was that the way out? You, without being aware of the pain, could you have operated some kind of lever, changing the composition of the maze, leaving it unrecognizable? You weren't sure.

You kept crawling. The leaves spreading across the path, turning into a corridor covered in dust and dirt. You complained in pain and in the confusion, you managed to hear voices from the other side.

You buried your nails in the stone rising up. You pulled forward slowly approaching until you reached the exit (or the entrance?) of the maze. The wind ruffled your hair. Then your hands touched the green grass and the pain stopped.

You stayed alert. Your senses fading little by little from fatigue. Your head ached, your hands ached, your back ached. You heard the clear voice of a boy and, unaware of it, you got up as best as you could.

You got up with the help of the leaves on the wall. You narrowed your eyes focusing on the meadow stretching out in front of you. It was not the village, it was not the exit. The walls of the maze were surrounding the meadow and you could only think that the pain had caused you allusions.

Then the torture returned. You clenched your teeth. Your vision became blurry, however you could distinguish completely unknown figures in the mist. Your ears recognized voices, men's voices, and, unable to bear another second, you fainted.

[alunarayn]

Mr. Loverman by Ricky Montgomery is a Newtmas song.

observe.

Verse 1: I'm headed straight for the floor The alcohol's served its tour And it's headed straight for my skin Leaving me daft and dim Verse 2: I've got this shake in my legs Shaking the thoughts from my head But who put these waves in the door I'm cracking out I pour Chorus: I'm Mr. Loverman And I miss my lover, man I'm Mr. Loverman Oh, and I miss my lover Verse 3: The ways in which you talk to me Have me wishing I were gone The ways that you say my name Have me runnning on and on Oh I'm cramping up I'm cramping up But you're cracking up You're cracking up Chorus: I'm Mr. Loverman And I miss my lover, man I'm Mr. Loverman Oh, and I miss my lover Bridge: I'm shattered now I'm spilling out Upon this linoleum ground I'm reeling in my brain again Before it can get back to you Oh what am I 'spose to do Without you Chorus: I'm Mr. Loverman And I miss my lover, man I'm Mr. Loverman Oh, and I miss my lover Ending: I'm Mr. Loverman And I miss my lover, man I'm Mr. Loverman Oh, and I miss my lover 

(spoilers for tmr obviously)

the first & second verses and chorus are newt singing: 

– “I’m heading straight for the floor” he’s cranking out/falling to the floor dying 

– “The alcohol’s served its tour” the flare has spread throughout his body

– “And it’s headed straight for my skin” symptoms of the flare, like the sores from the books and veins/discoloration from the movies

– “I’ve got this shake in my legs” his limp from when he tried to k!ll himself 

– “Shaking the thoughts from my head” when you crank out you lose your humanity, so newt being incapable of intelligent thoughts now that he’s a crank

then it’s thomas singing in the third verse and chorus: 

– “The ways in which you talk to me Have me wishing I were gone” thomas reading newt’s letter/how he felt when newt would crank out at him 

–”The ways in which you say my name” newt calling him tommy and being the only one to 

– “Have me running on and on” thomas is a runner 

– “But you’re cracking up You’re cracking up” newt cranking out 

then newt in the bridge and chorus with thomas joining in at ‘oh what am i,’ and continuing through the chorus:

– “I’m shattered now I’m spilling out” newt when he dies 

– “I’m reeling in my brain again” newt trying to control himself so he doesn’t attack thomas

– “Oh what am I ‘spose to do Without you” both boys wondering what they will be without each other

then thomas alone in the ending reflecting/remembering him and newt together but newt’s dead now :'((((

[percysjakcson]

Okay so, Newt is confirmed gay and honestly @dashner.... we’ve been knew

Anyways, it’s great if he’s being honest about this and not just - ya know - jumping on the wagon of confirming characters as lgbtq+ only after they die/are about to die and/or the series is over

BUT! I have some thoughts about this and the Crank Palace that for some reason I feel the need to share so....

*some thoughts under the cut cause there are SPOILERS for Crank Palace!!!*

Okay so I honestly feel like Dashner threw away a great opportunity to.... like... continue the story?? 

I mean........ I haven’t read Crank Palace yet, BUT! As far as I understand, Newt wasn’t dead when Thomas left him. He wasn't dead after Thomas shot him?!?!? Again I haven’t read the book, only saw text posts about it here on tumblr, but from what I understand he was found by WIKED and they tried to save him. 

So.... why not let them succeed? I mean.... why. What is the point of this book and of having him “survive” the shot only to just....... let him die 

If he was after money/milking the tmr series again, then he had the perfect opportunity right there. He could have left the door open for a possibility of a new story... Newt is probably the most beloved character of the series and he just confirmed him gay, he could have let him live and write another book and tbh? I would read that one. I don’t know if I’m gonna read Crank Palace, I don't really feel like going through that suffering again, only to see Newt die... again..

Anyways, am I going somewhere with this post? Probably not, but I just needed to vent for a moment. I just... love Newt so much and if you know me, you know how passionate I am about newtmas and the tmr fandom in general 😂 

I just.... if you wanna go with the fanservice, then go all the way lmaooo! But no, the man had to go with the bury your gays trope...... meh

[sherlockfanficwriting]

Sherlock “Don’t let her drive!”  (x reader)

Summary - You’re helping your brother, Sherlock on a case. All seems to go well until the criminal soon emerges out of nowhere, hopping into a car. He drives away and you’re left to catch him. How will that turn out?

Warnings - none

A/N - hello everyone, enjoy this funny story. i am getting thru ur requests and send me some more! getting another story out tonight or tmr morning. I noticed u guys like the idea of a more human holmes sister - any ideas? Love u all!

You bent over, peeking behind a desk trying to look for any clues. 

“Find anything?” Your brother shouted from the corner of the room. It was getting late as you were helping Sherlock on a case. 

“I can’t find anything viable.” 

“(Y/N), Sherlock! Did you find anything?” John asked. You peered over your shoulder to see him standing next to Lestrade. 

“Not....yet.” 

“Bloody hell! There’s a dead woman laying on the floor in the room next to us and you have no idea who?” John’s voice seemed irritated. You had an idea who was behind all this. It was a man. It wasn’t his first time with murder. You scanned the floor and drawers as well as footprints. You found hair and looked over the woman’s body. You knew what he was wearing and what his build was like, but you couldn’t tell them just yet. 

“John, why don’t you be useful and leave us alone. And you too, Lestrade.” Sherlock said, kneeling on the ground with a magnifying glass. 

“He could be anywhere. He’s hot-handed and could kill again tonight, just like the other murders.” Lestrade said, walking away. 

“They’re so annoying. Goldfish.” You said to Sherlock, causing him to chuckle. 

“Oh, yes, indeed they are.” Someone else voice said.

Mycroft? 

You turned around and made out the silhouette of someone taller. “Mycroft, what are you doing here?” You asked. 

“Mycroft?” Sherlock said.

“Clearly the two of you need help, but I can not and will not be lying on this floor looking for....leads. However, this man is dangerous and we all think he’s going to strike again, perhaps tonight. I will be here for intelligence and.....support.” 

You saw Sherlock get up. “That’s it. There’s nothing here. I’m going out.” 

“I’m going too. I’ll get John and Lestrade.” 

“Bu-.” Mycroft said. 

“Brother, I love you, but we need to solve this from another angle. There’s nothing here that can help us.” Mycroft relaxes when he heard this and you saw him roll his eyes. 

You ran over to the next room and saw Lestrade standing next to John while he looked over the body again. “We’re leaving. You should come now.” You left the room before they could say anything. You noticed Sherlock in a separate hallway, looking at the walls. 

You walked up to him and quietly said, “He’s tall. He’s physically strong, but can easily be overpowered by a few people. Brown hair, almost balding. He’s angry. Large hands.” 

“He’s going to strike soon. But where?” He said.

You took his arm and said, “Let’s just go.” 

Lestrade, Mycroft, and John stood in the hallway, checking their phones. You walked past them as you heard Sherlock urge them to leave. You opened the front door and walked down the steps. The sky was dark and the air was cold, causing you to shiver a bit. You were walking to the curb when all of a sudden you saw a tall figure run from the side of the house and onto the street. You thought it was odd, but your mind set in for a second. It was him, the murderer!

“Sherlock!” You called out, sprinting to the door. “He’s here!” You turned around and saw the man getting into a car. Your scream startled everyone as they shuffled outside. 

“He’s getting away, the man!” 

“We have to stop him.” Sherlock said, turning around. The man zoomed off in his car. 

“Mycroft, where’s your car?” You asked him. 

“I don’t drive.”

“Mycroft!” The whole group exclaimed. 

“It’s right there!” He pointed to a dark car parked on the side. 

“Give me your keys!” You demanded from him. He shuffled through his pockets, pulling out a spare key. 

“Where is my driver?” He asked, confused. 

“Lestrade, drive!” You shouted to him. 

“I can’t drive!” 

You groaned, ran to the car and turned on the ignition. “Come on!” You shouted. Everyone sped into the car. 

“(Y/N), you can’t drive!” Sherlock said. 

“I’m going to have to!” 

You pressed hard on the gas, causing the car to speed forward. Sherlock, who was sitting in the driver’s seat flew forward as well as Mycroft, who was behind you. 

“(Y/N), go slower!” John said, lunging forward. 

“Lord, have mercy,” said Mycroft. 

“Dammit, I can’t see anywhere!” You cringed at your driving, but tightened the grip of the steering wheel and kept your eyes forward. The man only left not even a minute ago and you knew what the car looked like. You could get him. 

“You know where he went?” Lestrade asked. 

You pressed the gas harder, seeing the gray car down the street. “I see him!” Suddenly a car drove into the road as you ran past a stoplight. You swerved around causing yourself as well as everyone else to shift uncontrollably in their seats. 

“I’m sorry!” You cried out. 

“Who knew you were this bad at driving?” Mycroft said. You drove madly as you approached the car even faster. You twisted around the cars coming from the opposite direction. 

“Careful!” Everyone yelled. You continued to zoom through everybody. You swore you almost hit someone walking across the street. 

“He’s close!” Sherlock said. 

“I’ll corner him here!” 

The car neared a dead end as the gray car slowed down. You slammed the brakes as everybody jolted forward. You saw the man rush out of the car as you park yours. Sherlock flew out of the car to pursue him, as well as everyone else. After you pulled the key out, you followed. 

“Stop!” Sherlock cried out as he was chasing the man. You caught up to all of them. Suddenly a gunshot went off. 

Empty

The man stopped running and raised his hands in the air. 

“Horrible crimes you’ve committed,” Sherlock said. 

“You’ve been causing us lots of trouble,” Mycroft added. 

“Who are you?” The man said fearfully as he panted. 

You stepped in front of them. “We’re the Holmes.” 

[chaggle]

Alright, last doodle to stop myself from continuing on lol

Ill prob be a bit more focused on other stuff tmr (or today later on since its 1 am rn) since its gonna be Mianite Monday and i love to create something for lore heavy streams (but that still wont stop me from aiding the dead team >:)

[elixirity]

december 0520

so this was an idea on my mind for quite some time already. since this year was super unexpected and like seriously not the best, i wanted to do something to at least remember the last few parts of it by. the idea was something like - every day/ night of december, i type out one or more things i am thankful for in my life. and i kinda missed the first 5 days of it cos im so heckin tired every night although i literally sleep 12hours every single day. ok anyways j took a short break to wear my retainers isit j me or is evryone scared of their teeth shifting back to their original position after braces - i am already so unsatisfied with the ugliness of my teeth even after braces but cant do anyth abt that rn can i. 

anyways. yea that was my idea super wholesome and stuff but since my stupid distracted ass cant stick to a single idea im j gon make it like a brain dump of the last *30* now 25 days of december cos i dont think i wanna forget this year. also mahims i know i talked to u regarding writing a diary and i think is as close as it gets lmao thanks for the idea n encouragemnt tho. 

this year was so. interesting. honestly its the most apt usage of that word i’ve ever had in my entire life of 17 years. start of this yr, i can remember being literally 

so 

bored 

legit 

bored 

like i had seriously NOTHING to do and i was like the definition of stoner

i j read like fanfictions and watched utube 24/7 and then i was so fkin excited for sch to start like omg i am going to meet so many new ppl and make so many friends i know me and meenu had this whole idea of like becoming loners and j fully mugging our way out of jc and i was actually serious about that idea cos like yaknow what else is important apart mugging amirite and it seemed so ideal like the campus is hecking huge anyways whos gon find out if i j fucked off and like started mugging at some randomass corner and honestly those who didnt know i existed didnt need to know i did. or smt lidat that was my thought process but as wbk i cant survive without ppl THAT IS ONE THING I REALISED ABOUT MYSELF THIS YEAR NOTE yes i literally need some person like 

existing 

alongside me. leme try to explain it doesnt really make sense. like i keep asking ppl wyd or i check if theyre online and stuff cos i need to know if there is anyone who is currently present in my life and im not suddenly like alone and shit idk ew i sound cringe but that kinda sums it up. like i know i think of going off the grid to mug and start tryna fking pass school but i dont think i ever can. i will keep trying cos maybe i will be successful one day. dont know if thats for the better or for the worse but i do know one day i will have to learn to be by myself and not be needing to know of people’s existence to be grounded. yea but start of the year went by like this. and then it was sKOOL orientation days were soo cool i knew nobody i mean i had vishnu and harshnee in my og and literaly every other person from rg was walking around but all of us were so. new. like u get wadaimean yea it was cool but Hecking Sad i mean really sad i know i say i hate all the cringey running around and like introductory shit that goes on in orientation camps and all but there is always this new fascination like you can never know if u will find your next bestie in that grp or anywhere. ya but i was super sad that orientation got cancelled and it was even worse cos my o was pretty dead in the sense that i could sense that the jockish ppl wanted to go out and stuff but no one really initiated anything so we just. didnt. and we dont even talk to each other anymore lmfao but is alrt they were nice ppl n im thankful to meet them. 

then it was clas time omg my class was sooo quiet at the start of the year. ok one thing i still rmbr i was so shocked about was the number of indians in my class. i mean i still am but . literaly when has one ever had a indian person as the person on the register before you AND after you?!??!?!?!?!? yes and i was like o wow this is 

interesting 

and it was honestly my class ppl are angels and i cant be more thankful for all of them and god i mean this legit like i love yall guys 

i mainly hung out with like shwetha and vishnu at the start of the yr cos we knew each other so that was cool for a bit then i hung out with gopesh alot cos he was p cool and nice and he had weird but nice humour now that im writing this i kinda miss talking to him but it eez wat it eez. people are like passing clouds in your life. and you honestly never see them pass by you but they do and you cant do much to stop them or anything they just do. you can only reminisce after they left or j faded away.  then i went home with the sengang karthik varshini gopesh and htey were all such cool people sri is so fking cute aaa i wana squish and protec but anws karthik is an interestin fella too he has such cool views on shit and like such a level headed mindset i aSPIREE 

this has extended way past my bedtime i just realised i shall continue tmr. adios!  

[yourghastlycloseness]

discordance/dislocation of objects in scenes from ari aster’s films (?)

that’s probably not the right way to express it but i’ll refine these thoughts later

basically he takes objects from another scene and puts them in a place where they do not belong, creating an unnerving juxtaposition — a high school classroom & a rear view mirror; the dead bodies of dani’s family, who had died from carbon monoxide poisoning, at the bottom of a cliff

i’ve been out of academia since may 2018 and have completely lost touch with the art of expressing ideas cleanly in words

i’m halfway through midsommar (note to self: 1:45:55) and i am ready to stone christian to death and call it ‘culture’. what a pathetic guy all around

florence pugh is an amazing actress

i’ll have to continue the film tmr because i have work and only have 3.5 hours of sleep to catch

[ace2light]

felt so down..

i wanted to talk to people so badly. by people, i meant those whom i am close with. super close with, esp him. i do have ppl whom are extremely close to me. but i dont dare to approach them due to as follows: 

poon: he is with his friends, he wont have the time to entertain me also, well, there were times i couldnt control myself and texted him, i got a single word ‘ok’, i know where i stand, i backed off. i switched off my phone literally. idw to have more disappointment in my alrdy bad and sad mood. rather than unknowingly text him and anticipate he would at least ask how i am. i rather not meet with such a disappointment. well if he knows that i am really trying my best to cope with my feelings and thoughts, he would auto read this without me telling him. cos if i dont spam him, i go to insta, if i dont go to insta, i come to tumblr. these are the ways i penned down how i feel and what i think when there is no one to talk to me, no one whom i can chat with. 

steph: in gasglow, i dont want her to be burden with my issues. she will know when she returns when we catch up anws. 

chanel and jiawen: we are drifting apart. they are the ppl i joke ard with but no longer the ones whom i find to rant about. as i always hang out with poon, i dw them to feel i treat bf more than i treat my bff. i dont want them ti feel they are spare tyre. 

sheena and sam: i scared i make them feel overwhelm with my issues. plus sheena is no coping well alrdy, idw to add to her problems. 

mum: she no longer is my close listening ears. i nvr tell her many things, in fact, i nvr say much about myself anymore, except rant about dad to her. other than that, nth. idw her to worry about me, esp my studies. i didnt tell her i wasnt coping well in school lately also. she’s too busy dealing with my dad anws. 

dylan: he is a gd friend, but then i am not comfy telling him too many things. 

xx: i lose the position to rant to him. before i got into a relationship, he was always there when i was feeling down. be it normal classes whereby i am feeling sad or stress, he will buy me oreo (altho he say his house got unlimited supplies, so many times, he think i believe meh). he can chat with me for the entire night when i was feeling so lost about some issues in the past. he takes care of me like a little sis. often he is the one who can notice i am sad and try ways to make me happy. i always treated him as my bro. he is like my younger/older bro. because of many reasons, i distant myself from him. i dont want poon to be jelly about xx and me, neither do i want to make xx feel sad, so the best way is to distant from him. 

it has been long since i felt like cutting myself. thankfully that feeling happens when i was on a cab, i have no access to pen knife. if not idk what would happen to myself. honestly, i just wanna just rot in bed tmr, i dont feel like meeting anyone, but cos i promise alrdy, i have to appear.. 

it is getting worst, i overthink. i overthink in my sleep also. idw to. idk how to tell my brain to gimme a break. i really wanna break free from overthinking. i even woke up from a worst case scenario about poon me and my parents. i was awaken by this dream today, it scares me but i didnt share with him. 

what i feel now. towards poon. yes, i am his gf. apart from saying ‘i love u’, he technically did nth thru out the entire day i was down. i understand that he is with his friend. but i am feeling too low to even be considerate about it. at least, talk to me abit? make me feel a bit btr instead of just ‘i love u’? i know u love me and you mean it, but in times of this, too much of such phrases makes me feel i am not impt. i am just a person whom you have to say ‘i love u’ to a few times a day. for so long, i havent felt so lonely on terms of texting. i am a heavy texter to ppl whom i am comfortable in. he is one of them. i always felt a bit sad that when i am awake, he is asleep, why cant fate let him have a normal sleeping time? i really wish he was at least awake to text me when i am on my way to school or in school.. yes, he blame me that i didnt call him up or wake him up, but certain things, it doesnt comes from me, it takes his effort, not just mine. i mean if a person is asleep, what for wake him up for a casual chat esp when the reason is i am bored? this is so unreasonable. 

just ytd issue. btn poon and me. when i started to put in more trust in him, he shakes it again. i trusted him to come meet me with monster also, in fact, i anticipated that, that was the encouragement i told myself, the only reason that keep me awake. the thought of my bf visiting me and delivering a drink i needed so badly that day. end up, he did come (make me feel i am his priority but i was guilty). before that, i was comtrolling my temper not to rage at him. honestly, what does he mean. well if i was in his shoes, it is very simple. come to the gf then meet his friends afterwards. cos he promise the gf to come alrdy, but didnt promise the gf to wait for her after her test. what was promise first should be carried out, what is so hard about it? for me, personally, whoever i made a promise with first, i go with the promise first. unless that person is fking impt to me, which is him, whenever he wants to meet last minute, i have to push some of my plans away just to meet him. i really hope he knows it is hard for me to lie all the time, i dont have so much lies in me to hide from my parents all the time. and in order to make a lie, i have plan ahead, if it is so last minute, i cant think of a perfect reason to lie. but he doesnt get it? he seems to take it for granted that i can meet him any time sometimes, that is what i feel. sometimes, i have to get back home early cos i cnt go home too late. one is my fears of going home alone late at night, second is i cant see shit at night, three my mum is worried for me too. one more thing, shouldnt he pull me into the conversation instead of asking me to try on my own? isnt it easier for him to pull me into a conversation with his friends rather than i awkwardly ask them weird qns? i just hate it when he force me to talk, and if i dont, he would get upset, like srsly, i didnt talk for a reason okay. 

well i do appreciate his efforts, waking up before i go and caring for me. but if he’s gonna ignore me or forget about me when he is with his friends, i rather he dont show me i am his priority. cos it is fking hard to deal with when he isnt there to reply me all the time, reply as in a continuous conversation not a single word of trying to brush me off, yes, it might be a form of acknowledgement of it to me. but then, if i rant to him, do i really need an acknowledgement? hmm, i doubt so. i hate spamming him my feelings my thoughts cos he reads but dont reply me one by one, i hate that. if i tell you my feelings and thoughts fking reply, rants, at least tell me sth instead of a word ‘i reply later cos i chatting or gaming with my friends’ is still btr than a word, but ofc, make sure he replies afterwards lah, if not the words has no meaning. 

it is so hard to not text a person whom you text all the time a day. it is not i didnt wanna text, i am so fking tired and disappoointed at the nonchalant, okay not even nonchalant reply, just a word answer seems like i am disturbing him and brushing me off. i tried to text him, but if i am gonna get a word, what for i continue, sometimes it is not i didnt wanna spam. it’s just i know he wont reply to every single thing, so i am avoiding that disappointment. it takes two hands to clap, he want me to do this, then prove to me, it is worth it. like spamming, you want me to spam, then reply everything lah, i know i say b4 he need not necessarily reply everything but who doesnt want to be replied, if not send for what? 

he always wanted me to text him ‘i want him now’, why would i text a person asleep that? does he knows how much courage it takes for me to ask for things i want?  for almost 10 years, i havent been living for myself, i live for others, i nvr really requested a lot of things. idk how and i fear rejections, imagine mustering tons of courage then got rejected. hell no am i gonna make myself suffer that. best eg, first time i asked him to bring me sth that is extremely out of his way for me, he came but didnt fulfil the things i want. seeing him makes me not angry but the sadness doesnt disappear. 

i am like this now cos i want him to talk to me, even if it is for 2 mins, show that he tries to understand how i feel now. but nah, nope, i had enough of dissapointment today. i aint gonna on my phone until tmr. if he is late for tmr, i am so gonna ignore him for a day. 

as much as i wanna blame him for having fun and forgot about me. but i cnt. 

enough of him.

what cause me so sad and down. it is like i am awake but i aint doing my work. i dont have the energy to do so. i am so tired of everything. 

academic failure. is extremely strong when i failed my CT. 

stress. i m dealing with so many in schools but no one exactly knows what i am going thru. 

home: i have to smile to maintain i am okay feels. one not to let my parents worry and not to anger them. 

friends: i dgaf about them alrdy. i dont have the mood to deal with them. 

him: i am just idk, extremely sad and dissapointed about it, how he acts/ treats me these 2 days, esp today. 

wtv happens next, tonight, i wont gurantee. whether i harm myself or not. i cant be sure. controlling it is so hard. death to me aint scary, what i am scared of is the sadness ppl felt if i harm myself. 

dont blame me to disappear. if he shown more effort, i wouldn't have disappeared due to sadness and disappointment. actually, would he even know i disappear? 

or maybe, i havent been okay, cos i felt neglected by him... apart from my parents, only one more person can me feel so dead when i am alrdy unhappy, which worsen my sadness. 

IF HE HAPPENS TO FIND TILL HERE, I SALUTE HIM COS I DONT EXPECT HIM AT ALL. which implies he knows how to find me when i dissapear.