#I know she is not a newt don’t kill me with a hammer for the joke

[freedomfireflies]

Can we get an angsty Thomas blurb? 👀

“Hey. Hey. Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you. Hey—”

Thomas’s fingers find your arm, tugging furiously as you’re yanked to a halt, nearly colliding with his chest as he demands your attention.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hisses, pressure hard along your skin, as if attempting to shake the answer from you. “Huh? The fuck was that—”

“I told you, I’m done,” you respond flatly, expression bored as you slip your arm from his grasp. “Do whatever you want, I’m not staying to watch.”

You turn, striding toward the ruins of buildings before you, ready to disappear into the crowd of people before Thomas is brushing past you and coming to a stop.

“Enough,” he barks, a distraught look on his face as you’re forced to freeze. “S’this cause of what Gally said? Cause he’s wrong. It’ll be easy—”

“It’s not about Gally and you know that—”

“Then what?” He straightens up, eyes flicking between yours as he waits. Waits for an answer he already has.

You purse your lips shut. You nod your chin at him. Wait for him to connect the pieces himself.

And you watch as he does. Watch the way his brows pull together and his teeth scrape. “Really?”

“Really,” you agree, arms crossing. “I’m not putting Minho’s life on the line for your ego.”

“I’m not—” He stops, quickly lowering his voice as he glances around. “M’not fucking putting his life on anything. This is just our only chance to get him back—”

“No. It’s not.” You take a step closer to him, searching his face for any sign of something you can trust. “You know the right thing to do and you’re not doing it. Which shouldn’t really be a surprise at this point, and yet here we are.”

The muscles in his jaw constrict. “This is the right thing—”

“No, the right thing to do is go with Gally, and you don’t want to because you’d rather get everybody killed than admit he might know what he’s doing,” you correct, a rather disappointed lilt in your tone.

He moves closer to you, nearly nose to nose as he glances down with vicious contempt and murmurs, “And you think I should give two fucking shits about Gally after everything he’s done? After what he did to Chuck? To all of us? You think I should throw a fucking parade and follow him into battle?”

You don’t fall victim to his attempt for dominance, merely straightening up as you respond, “I remember what he did. I’ll always remember. Just like I remember how he saved our asses from getting lit up and knows the layout better than we do. If he says your way isn’t possible, then I believe him because sometimes, you don’t use your head.”

A bitter scoff. He glances away. Pretends to be oblivious. “Don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Why don’t you really wanna do this?” Your voice softens, hoping to expel the truth. “Can’t just be about Gally because even you know he’s our best chance at getting to Minho. What’s really going on?”

Again, Thomas hesitates, fingers flexing by his side as he regards you suspiciously. “Nothing, I just don’t think it’ll work—”

“Is this about Teresa? About what she said last time we were there?”

His eyes widen, frown deepening as he leans back, clearly taking great offense. “What? No, s’not about her—”

“Are you worried about Newt?”

Another indifferent scoff. “I’m always fucking worried about Newt, but that’s not—”

“Brenda will be there, Thomas. If we can trust anybody, we can trust her—”

“It’s not about that—”

“Then what?”

Now, you both still, voices having risen until you’re teetering on the edge of screaming.

He’s silent now, chest heaving as he battles the real answer in his mind. Refuses to let you in. Refuses to just admit what you’re afraid you already know.

“We’re not doing it that way,” he finally huffs, voice coarse like gravel. “Okay? It won’t work and it’s too dangerous.”

“It’s not dangerous, it’s simple—”

“No.” The excessive force of his refusal has you leaning back, heart hammering in your chest.

Despite your better judgment, you snort, brushing past him as you mumble, “Fine. Then like I said, I’m done.”

You expect him to let you go. Let you storm off and have your little fit while he goes back to camp and rounds everybody up. Expect him to go raid the back hallways of WCKD no matter how fucking stupid you know it is.

But, to your surprise, he doesn’t do any of that, instead striding after you as your arm is grabbed—yet again—until you’re forced around. 

“Don’t,” he’s quick to hiss, soft breath hitting the shell of your ear. 

You struggle, offering a bored look in return as you glance over your shoulder. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t do whatever it is you’re fucking planning.” He lets go, but steps to the side until you can see his face a bit clearer. “All right? I know you. So whatever it is you think you’re gonna do…don’t.”

His memory might not be his strong suit, but he is right about one thing. You do have a plan.

But you let him believe he’s won. At least for now. Because it’ll be much easier to ask his forgiveness than his permission.

“Fine,” you agree before returning to your stride. “I’ll stay right fucking here like a good little dog. Exactly the way you want.”

His eyes narrow at your obvious jab but you don’t mind. Because it worked. That is all he wants. For you to obey.

Although, he should know by now that it’s not about obeying. But about doing what’s right.

No matter the cost.

And he should also know exactly where you learned that from.

After all, nobody disobeys better than Thomas.

So that night, with Gally, Brenda, and Newt by your side, you proceed with Gally’s plan. The one Thomas was so sure wouldn’t work.

And in fact, it does work.

Gally, Brenda, and Newt sneak their way through the halls of WCKD dressed as Med Staff with you as their patient.

It’s an easy in. You make it to the main floor, slipping past the different security guards as you search the halls for Minho.

To your disappointment, you don’t find him, and time is running out. With a heavy heart, Newt declares you’ll all have to try again later.

With little to no hold-up, the four of you manage to make it back through the back alleys of the Last City and through the wall without suspicion.

It’s not until you finally arrive back on base that the real trouble begins.

The doctors, security, Ava, and Ratman? All easy.

But Thomas?

Possibly the only person you’re all actually terrified of.

He’s waiting with a scowl. Arms crossed and jaw clenched as you slip through the gate.

Frypan, Jorge, Aris, and about five others stand behind him. They seem curious to know what you’ve found, but before any of you get the chance to divulge the details, Thomas steps closer.

And your heart sinks.

“Where the fuck…have you been?”

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Gally x (fem) reader - Jobs

Y/N hadn’t been in the glade long. Long enough to be trialling the different jobs with the keepers though. So far she’d tried helping Fry in the kitchen which would have gone okay if she hadn’t burnt everything, gardening with Newt and Zart, building with Gally but today was with in the blood house. Y/n was okay with blood, its just a thing that most living things have after all. However, she were most defiantly an animal person who most certainly did not want to be dealing with the freshly killed meet.

“Gally, please please let me come build with you again today. I won’t be able to handle it in there. I swear I’m gonna be sick just thinking about it”.

“Y/n, you’ll be fine. Everyone had to have a go at everything before they got their job anyway”

“But you’re a keeper! Can’t you just say that I did so well when I was working with you and you recommend I just start working as a builder right away?”

“You want me to go against Alby’s rules?” Y/n nodded her head enthusiastically “Nope can’t do that. Even if I could, don’t you remember your day building?”

Thinking back Y/n remembered how physically draining it was as a builder, a lot of lugging the building materials around (most of which she needed help to carry). Other than the difficulty carrying items y/n remembered the large amount of splinters she had received that day along with the bruises and the still black finger nail from using the hammer poorly. Despite Gally’s usual tempter towards others in the glade, y/n realised that day that he didn’t take that tone with them. Rather than cracking down on them and complaining she were doing everything wrong, he actually helped. This was nothing like what y/n had expected based on what the other graders had said. “You did well in the gardens today y/n, tomorrow won’t be so easy building with Gally though” said Newt. Chuck pipped up “he was so mean to me when I was trialing builder, it was worse than when I passed out in the blood house. Good luck tomorrow. You’ll need it.”

Turning back to Gally “okay so I’m not the best builder in the world but I can assure you that I’d be a better builder than working in blood house and I’m sure Id be an even better builder this time around now that I know what I’m doing” y/n pleaded.

“Sorry y/n still not gonna tell Alby that you should drop be a builder and not give it a go in the blood house. Plus by the sounds of it there leaning towards making you a trackhoe anyway so doubt you’ll be in the blood house again after today.”

“You’re not help. I think ill go find Newt and plead my case to him instead them,” y/n grumbled turning away from Gally. He caught her wrist and looked at them with an odd expression that y/n couldn’t read. She’d only been in the glade for about a week and she don’t remember seeing Gally look at them like that, nor anyone else for that matter. Confused y/n huffed. “Fine, ill go to the blood house. But when I pass out or worse vomit everywhere you better come visit me the med jack hut.”

“Deal”.

With that y/n met Jeff outside the blood house. “You ready for this y/n?”

“Not really Jeff but im here anyway. Ill do my best but no promises that I’ll be any good or that you won’t have to take me to the med jacks as soon a I see a dead animal”

With that she went inside. The smell instantly made y/n want to hurl. “Oh please its not that bad”

“That’s because you’re use to the smell Jeff.”

Surprisingly y/n had made it to lunch time without needing a visit to the med jacks. What was even more of a surprise was that Gally came to meet them at the blood house to go to lunch together. Normally y/n would eat with the group of where ever she were working that day. “Not at the med jacks yet I see” Gally remarked.

“Haha very funny Gal.”

The rest of the workers from inside the blood house exited and started to make her way over to lunch. “All good for me to head over for lunch Jeff?” Y/n asked poking her head back inside the blood house.

“Yeah go ahead. I’m just going to finish up this then I’ll be over.”

Y/n turned to Gally and gave him the thumbs up as an okay to head to lunch. As she started to walk over there was a loud crash sound that come from inside the blood house followed by what sounded like Jeff screaming in pain or surprise or both. Gally and y/n looked at each other before turning and running back to check what had happened.

Throwing the doors open, the saw the one of the goats had escaped the pen and had charged right at Jeff. Knocking his knife off the table and sliced his leg in the process.

“Gally, get that goat out of here now!” Y/n yelled before turning to Jeff who was now lying on the ground looking very pale. “Hey Jeff can you hear me?” His only response was a low grumble and a role onto his side. Okay good, he’s responsive y/n thought followed by stripping her shirt off and using it to apply pressure to Jeffs leg that was bleeding heavily. Y/n turned to look toward Gally to see if he had the goat way yet. Thankfully he had but was now staring at her. Only then did y/n remember that she had taken her shirt off. “Don’t just stand there Gally. Give me your shirt, Jeff is bleeding through mine then go get the med jacks!” She yelled at him. It took Gally few seconds to register what y/n had said before he rushed over, looked at them, turned a bight red colour. He was clearly flustered at seeing y/n shirtless. “Gally! Your shirt! I need it to reduce the bleeding.” Just as he was about to take it off others came bursting into the blood house taking in the scene of you sitting shirtless next to Jeff who was bleeding and Gally standing above you about to take his shirt off. “What the hell happened?” Newt asked as the med jacks came over to where you were sitting next to Jeff. You began to explain when you noticed that Gally was still staring at you with blush covering his cheeks. Not the time to think about this you though as you pushed the though out of your mind. Gally snapped out of whatever trance he was in and took over explaining to Newt and Alby what happened. You began relaying what you’d done to Jeff to the med jacks. By the time you had finished explaining Clint told you to take your shirt off Jeff’s leg so he could have a look. Thankfully the bleeding had slowed down that it had practically stopped now. As Clint examined the gash on Jeff’s leg you began to rummage through his med kit to find some wet wipes of some kind so you could get a better look at the cut. “We should get him back to the hut” Clint said to the rest of the keepers that had gathered to look. Once she had retrieved the stretcher and Jeff was on his way to the med jack hut y/n pipped up to ask if she could come along too. “It looks like the cut will need stitches” y/n said.

“We don’t have anything to do stitches with so bandages will have to do” Clint replied.

“I thought that we each got a little sewing kit from wicked when we arrived in the glade and stuff?” Clint, Gally and Newt all paused to look at you confused.

“ You know like the needles and tread packet that was in your pocket? I figured that we were each given one to fix our clothes and stuff?” Y/n replied. “Ill meet you at the hut then” yelled back as she took off running to the homestead where her kit was.

She shortly returned to the med jack hut with the things required for stitches and a new shirt on as well . “Here” y/n said passing the stuff to Clint who looked at the needle then gulped. Y/n watched as he took the needle and thread out of the packet trying to tread it. “Do you need some help? Y/n asked. Clint sighed and handed it back to them. Y/n threads it with ease and tied it off preparing to hand it back to Clint. “Y/n? You know how to do stitches?” Clint asked

“I know how to sow things so it can’t be that different can it?” Y/n responded

“Newt if it’s all good with you I think Y/n should do the stitches” Clint said.

“You’re the keeper of the med jacks Clint, its up to you”

“ You want to give it a go y/n?” Clint asked. You nodded, cast a look at Gally so looked at you, blushed then looked away.

Once you were finished, Clint took over the rest of the care and sent you to go get some now very late lunch. Once you came out of the hut you ran right into Gally.

“Jezz Gal you always waiting for me outside huh?” Y/n said as she looked at him.

“Wanted to make sure you were okay after all that. Wasn’t a pretty sight.”

“ I just hope that Jeff is feeling okay. He’s got some colour back to him now which is good.”

“That good to hear. You did well with all that im impressed.”

“Oh so I impress you huh?”

“That not what I meant”

Y/n nodded and began to walk over to see if Fry had any food left.

“I’m starving, you coming Gal” y/n turned around smiling at him. He just nodded and followed y/n.

Thankfully Fry had saved them some food. Although he did give Gally an odd look that y/n suspected was to do with how he was interacting with them. Y/n tried to make small talk with Gally while she ate but he wasn’t all that talkative.

“You feeling okay Gal?”

“Huh? Oh yeah yeah. Don’t like the sight of blood all that much that all.”

“Ahhh. So nothing to do about you seeing in just a bra then huh?” With that Gally’s face turned bright read. Y/n just laughed.

“I wasnt expecting that okay?” Gal responded in a hushed tone. Y/n placed her hand in on his arm in an effort to comfort him and she felt his body go stiff. She quickly removed her hand but Gally reached for it and just held her hand in his. Y/n looked up at him and smiled sweetly. Gally realised what he’d done and quickly dropped her hand much to y/n’s dismay. He cleared his through and stood up. “I should get back to the builders they’ll be slacking off since I’m not there.”

“Yeah that’s probably a good idea. See you at dinner?” Y/n asked trying to mask to the sadness that their little flirtation was over for the moment but hopeful it would resume later. Gally nodded before turning around.

“Oh and despite what I said earlier I reckon you’ve found your job as a med jack” he looked over his shoulder and smiled before turning away running off to the rest of the builders. Y/n smiled and sighed as she wanted him run off.

“You know I saw all of that right?” Y/n jumped at Frypans comment.

“Oh what ever Fry. Do you want help with those dishes or what?” Y/n laughed and followed him into the kitchens.

[heliads]

Are You Happy With Him?

Y/N is a Med-Jack in the Glade, who happens to be dating Gally. Newt happens to be completely in love with her, but he may have more of a chance with her than he’d first thought.

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The night is dark, the air is cool. Sparks dance away from the fire, and the Gladers mill about watching Gally pummel whatever boy had the misfortune to step into the circle with him, all the while pretending they can’t see the looming walls of the Maze rising up around them. Thomas is seated on the ground a distance away from everyone else, back leaned up against a fallen tree trunk while he listens to Newt explain everything there is to know about the Glade and the Maze and whatever else Thomas asks him. 

The sound of footsteps draws close, and seconds later another boy swings into a seat next to the two of them. Newt grins to see his friend. “Thomas, this is Minho. Think you’ve seen him around before, he’s a Runner.” Minho waves a greeting to Thomas, then glances back in the same direction as the two boys. “Newt talking you through life here in the Glade?”

Thomas nods. Minho keeps glancing around the campfire, then chuckles slightly when his eyes fall on the lone girl standing among the other Gladers. “Newt mentioned her yet?” Newt groans, but Thomas shakes his head. “No, not once. Who is she?” Minho adjusts his position so he’s facing Thomas, holding up his hands as if the runner’s about to deliver a key piece of information.

“That right there is Y/N. She’s a Med-Jack, although we all call her a Med-Jane because we’re a bunch of shanks who like to mess with our friends. The reason she’s so important is because Newt here is head over heels for her.” Newt rolls his eyes. “That’s not true, Minho, and you know that. Besides, it doesn’t matter how any one of us feel about her, because she’s seeing Gally. End of story.”

Minho groans. “Come on, Newt, there’s not a single person here who’d believe that klunk. Newt’s obsessed with her, but to be fair, we all kind of are. Anyways, the point is she’s one of the best Med-Jacks here, but you wouldn’t know it because Gally gives us a death stare whenever we talk about her for more than thirty seconds.”

Thomas looks up to see Y/N approaching the three boys. She jerks her head at them, and Newt and Minho move over so she can sit down. “I heard my name being mentioned. You telling the Greenie about how I’m the best person in the Glade by far?” Minho laughs. “We were saying that if he ever breaks an arm he should go to Clint instead.” Y/N lunges over to hit Minho on the shoulder, and the friends break into laughter.

Newt reaches behind him to grab a glass full of a frothy (and somehow dirty) amber liquid, taking a sip to Y/N’s disgust. She makes a face at him. “Honestly, I don’t know how you stand that stuff. It’s foul.” Newt grins at her. “Your own boyfriend makes it, I feel like you should at least pretend to stomach it like the rest of us.” Y/N rolls her eyes. “Not even our relationship can make me want to look at that poison.”

She sighs suddenly, eyes travelling across the campfire to where Gally’s pummeling yet another Glader into submission. “And it wouldn’t be the only habit of Gally’s that I disagree with.” Minho nods slowly. “It’s the Med-Jane impulse. Stops you every time.” Y/N gives him a look dripping with outrage, and she and the boys dissolve into laughter.

After a while, limbs get stiff and the four stand up to take a tour around the campfire. Newt points out the different groups of Gladers, and they’re doing fine until Gally ‘accidentally’ shoves a stumbling opponent into Thomas’ back, causing him to lose his balance. Thomas dusts himself off, but looks up when Gally approaches him. “What do you say, Greenie? Want to see what you’re made of?”

Thomas stares at him, uncomprehending, but Y/N makes a quiet sound of annoyance. “Come on, Gally. It’s the guy’s first day here. Give him a break.” Gally ignores her, speaking even louder to Thomas to explain the rules of the fight. Newt drifts over, gently pulling Y/N away from the ring. “Let Thomas have a go. Gally probably won’t rough him up that much.”

They step aside, hanging on the outskirts of the group. Y/N winces as Gally shoves Thomas face-first into the dirt. “It’s barbaric. Does he really have to do this?” Newt stares at the ongoing fight, at Gally clearly reveling in the chance to rough up another Glader, then looks back at Y/N. “Are you happy with him?”

Y/N turns to him, a look almost like outrage on her face. “Of course I am, why would you ask me that? Maybe he has a few habits that aren’t my favorite, but he’s still one of the best guys in the Glade.” Newt shakes his head. “I’m not talking about Gally’s necessity as a Glader. I’m talking about how he makes you feel. Are you happy with him, Y/N? Actually happy?”

Y/N opens her mouth to speak, then closes it again. “I should be able to answer that.” She’s silent for a moment or two longer. “I don’t know.” She stares back at the fight, flinching slightly when Gally’s fist crosses Thomas’ face as if she’s already mentally figuring out how much time she’ll have to spend in the Med-Jack hut trying to put the Greenie back together.

“I don’t think I am. I don’t think anybody’s asked me that in a very long time, and I haven’t thought about it in even longer.” Y/N tilts her head down, sighing quietly. Newt glances back at her, then carefully slides an arm around her. She leans her head against his shoulder.

The morning is bright, heat already pouring into the Glade. Newt is about to take his break for lunch, but he looks around and realizes he doesn’t see the one girl who should’ve been out to eat before him. He taps Zart on the shoulder. “You seen Y/N?” The Track-Hoe nods. “She had some argument with Gally, then headed out to the Deadheads for some peace and quiet. I don’t think she’s come back since.” Newt considers this. “I’m going to go get her, tell her it’s time for lunch. See you after the break’s over.”

The trees of the Deadheads sway slightly, offering some much-appreciated shade and cool despite the burning heat of the sun. Newt doesn’t have to walk far before he finds Y/N seated on a high-reaching tree branch, head leaned back against the rough bark. He climbs up after her, and they both pretend not to notice when his bad leg gives out, making him slip for just a second.

“Is there a reason you’re camped out in the middle of the forest?” Newt asks, and Y/N smiles ever so slightly. “I’m here to avoid Gally. I broke up with him and now he’s passive aggressively building things as if every hammer swing could kill.” Newt frowns. “At least he’s being passive.” Y/N laughs. “Focus on the aggressive. It’s mostly just aggressive.”

She sighs suddenly, looking up at the tree branches around her. The leaves seem to form a slight crown around her head. “I never thought I’d be the one to end things. Always thought he’d get tired of me and that would be that. I don’t feel any different than I did before. Maybe a little more free, like I can finally complain about things and not have to mince my words around him.”

Newt nods. “He’ll come around after a while. He’ll mess around and be bloody angry for a while, but then he’ll be back to our usual easily-bothered Gally.” Y/N smiles. “You do have a way with words. I feel better already.” Newt laughs at that, then jumps down from the tree, holding out his hand to help Y/N down. “You’ll feel even better when you have your lunch. Come on, I’m sure Frypan’s outdone himself, or at least he’ll pretend he has.”

The afternoon is late, and Y/N’s still working in the Med-Jack hut despite the fact that she should have left long ago. Gally finally warmed up to her again a couple of days ago, and he’s sent in a torrent of injured Builders to join the already large number of wounded Slicers that occupy the hut. She’s been busy all morning, and finally finished sending the last boy out with bandaged hands and a promise to stay out of trouble.

Y/N’s just doing the last checks to make sure her workstation is clear and ready for the next morning when she hears a soft knock on the door behind her. She turns to see Newt lingering by the door, and smiles. “You’d better not have cut yourself too. I don’t even want to have to look at a bandage ever again, or maybe just until tomorrow.” 

Newt grins, padding into the room to come stand next to her. “No injuries here. We’re all good.” His focus shifts to the cabinet open above him, and Y/N’s failed attempts to reach the door to put a faded glass bottle of ointment back inside. “Here, I’ve got you.” He takes the bottle from her hand, reaching up over her head to slide it inside and shut the door. When he looks back down, he realizes that his slight movement had shifted him close to Y/N, and they stand only an inch or two apart. He stands there for just a second, then leans forward with the air of someone taking a leap of faith and kisses her.

His hands slip around her waist, and Y/N presses her palms against the small of his back. When he breaks away, her eyes are light, and happier than he’s seen in a while. “I’ve been wanting you to do that for a long time.” She says, and Newt finally allows himself a smile. “I’ve been wanting the same.”

When morning breaks, it brings with it fear and overwhelming terror. After the doors to the Maze didn’t close at nightfall, the resulting Griever attack had left the Glade weak and unprotected. Newt walks with Y/N to the opening of the Maze, and wraps a protective hand around hers as they watch Gally prepare to sacrifice Thomas and Teresa to the Grievers in the hopes of protecting the rest of the Gladers.

Teresa, already tied to a wooden pole, argues desperately that their deaths will do nothing to save the Glade. Gally grows angry and orders Thomas to be tied up as well, but Thomas fights back against his would-be captors. The second Thomas lashes out, Y/N drops Newt’s hand, and the two of them join Minho, Frypan, and a score of other supporters to turn the tide, forcing Gally back with weapons drawn.

Y/N remains silent as Thomas speaks to the rest of the Gladers, urging them to escape the Maze with him. More walk away from Gally to join Thomas and the others, but still more remain on the other side. Finally, when the last of the Gladers willing to leave stand by Thomas, Y/N steps forward. She speaks directly to Gally, her voice cracking slightly.

“Gally, please. Come with us. You won’t survive here if you stay.” Gally shakes his head just slightly. “Good luck with the Grievers.” Y/N looks at him, remembering all of the love she’d once had for him in that moment. “Don’t do this, Gally. Please.” But Gally turns and walks away, leaving Y/N standing there to watch him go. Newt stands silently beside her, and Y/N looks at him with pain before allowing him to wrap his arms comfortingly around her. “He made his choice. There’s nothing you can do.” She nods hesitantly, and they walk together into the Maze.

The journey through the Maze is fraught with peril, and Y/N watches with horror as friends she’d known for months died at the claws of the Grievers. Finally, amazingly, a small handful of Gladers make it through the Maze and into the broken rooms of WICKED. Y/N holds Newt’s hand as they walk through the rooms, broken glass crunching under their feet. They do not intend to let go.

There’s a voice from across the destruction, from one of the other rooms. The Gladers group together instinctively, Newt pulling Y/N close to his side. A figure steps out from the darkness, and Y/N’s breath catches in her throat when she recognizes the boy. “Gally?” Her voice echoes across the room and he nods ever so slightly. Newt steps in front of her protectively when he notices the gun in Gally’s hand.

Gally shakes his head quickly when he sees the boy move. “I’m not going to shoot her, Newt. That’s not why I’m here. I could never hurt her.” Y/N speaks in a calm voice. “Put down the gun, Gally. We can talk about this, about why you’re here.” Gally shakes his head again with even more fervor than before. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I have to do this.” He takes a shuddering gasp, and his eyes clear for just a second even as tears begin to pour down his cheeks.

“Are you happy with him?” Y/N nods slowly when she hears his question. “Yes. I am.” Gally forces something that looks almost like a smile, but with the overwhelming twist of his face from the tears it looks bent and broken instead of joyful. Gally redirects his attention to Thomas, who is asking him to put down the gun. Gally shakes his head, sobs still racking his body. “I belong to the Maze. We all do.”

It all seems to happen at once. Gally pulls the trigger, Minho moves in a blur of movement to throw a spear through Gally’s chest. Gally stumbles and falls to the ground. Y/N lets out this quiet scream, her breath rasping sharply against her throat. Newt covers her eyes with his hand, making sure that she can’t see the dead body of the boy she’d once loved.

It is then that Thomas sees the blood starting to spread from Chuck’s chest, then that he sees the way Chuck’s breathing falters and he starts to collapse to the ground. Thomas bends over him, frantic. “Y/N, Clint, somebody! He’s been- he’s been-” Thomas can’t finish the sentence. Y/N kneels next to him, ignoring the blood beginning to stain her hands, but at last she stands up again and shakes her head almost imperceptibly at Thomas.

Silent tears run down her cheeks as Thomas stares at her in mute incomprehension, then turns back to Chuck. Y/N buries her face in Newt’s shoulder, unable to watch as the young boy breathes his last in Thomas’ arms. When it comes time for them to leave, Thomas’ screams echo down the empty hallways. Newt takes Y/N’s hand, whispers in her ear. “There was nothing you could have done.” She looks at him sadly. “I know. And it hurts even more for it.”

The two of them head back down the halls together, hand in hand. She won’t leave him, not now. Not ever. He needs her as much as she needs him, as much as the sun needs the moon and the earth needs one more chance to heal. They do not intend to leave each other, never again. They do not know if they will have a choice about it, but it does not matter. They would follow each other to the ends of the earth to give themselves the chance to stay together.

[rai-wick]

Gally x Reader Chapter 16: Night in the maze (3)

GALLY'S P.O.V

"Guys, get up!"I heard Chuck yell. I opened my eyes to see the Maze opening.I scrambled up, my heart hammering. I couldn't believe it when ____ ran into the Maze after Thomas.

FLASHBACK

"Minho you have to leave him"I yelled as Minho dragged Alby, feeling ____ tense up next to me. I was about hold her hand when I saw her nod at Thomas and they ran into the Maze"NOOO!"We pounded the walls as they closed, her sparkling ___ eyes staring at me.We all gazed at the closed gates in shock.

"We have to open this this gate! We have to get them back"Chuck said worried.

"We can't"Newt put a hand on Chuck's shoulder"Besides there's no way to open the door"

"Either they make it back or...." I said as everyone stared at the gates.I didn't need to finish my sentence.

FLASHBACK

We all crowded around the Gates as they opened.My heart dropped as we looked at the empty passage.

"I told you Chuck.They're not coming back"Newt put a hand on his shoulder.We were turning away when he heard Zart say"No way"

"Yeah!"Chuck cheered as we saw Thomas, Minho and ____ carrying Alby back. Newt ran forward with Frypan and took Alby off them.

"What happened out there?"

"How did you guys make it out?"

"You saw a Griever?"Chuck asked, everyone's gaze on them.

"Yeah, I saw one" Thomas replied, panting.

"He didn't just see it"Minho shook his head.

"He killed it"____ said while gazing at Thomas, admiration shining in her eyes, a wave of jealousy washing over me.

~ A FEW MINUTES LATER~

Everyone assembled in the meeting cabin.My gaze met with ____. She gave me a small smile but I just looked away as everyone arrived. I felt her brush past me coldly as she went and stood next to Minho.

"Things are changing. There's no denying that"I gazed at everyone in the room"First,Ben gets stung in broad daylight.And then, Alby. And now our Greenie, here, has taken it upon himself...to go into the maze"I looked back at Thomas who was sitting behind me"Which is a clear violation of our rules here"

"Yeah, but he saved Alby's life"Frypan injected.

"Did he?"I raised my eyebrows at him"For 3 years, we have coexisted with these things.And now you've killed one of them"I pointed at Thomas"Who knows what that could mean for us"

"What do you suggest we do?"Newt asked tiredly.

"He has to be punished"I stated as everyone began to outrage.

"Come on"

"He killed a Griever!"

"Minho, ____"Newt silenced everyone by asking Minho and ____"You were there with him. What do you think?"I saw them look at each other before Minho replied.

"I think, in all the time we've been here...no one has ever killed a Griever before."I looked back at Thomas who was staring at ____ and Minho"When I turned tail and ran, this dumb shank"He pointed at Thomas" stayed behind to help Alby, along with this slinthead" ____ gave him a glare as he continued"Look I don't know if he's brave or stupid. But whatever it is, we need more of it"He looked back at ____ who nodded before both looked at us.

"We say he should be made a runner"They said in unison, ____ staring straight at me as everyone began to talk.

"A runner? What?"

"Guys, let's not jump the gun here"Frypan said as Chuck started to chant"Thomas! Thomas! Thomas!"

"If you want to throw the newbie a parade, that's fine"I shouted, quietening everyone"Go ahead. But if there is one thing I know about the maze is that you do not-" I was cut off by a sound.It was the Box. We all rushed over as it came to a stop.I pulled open the door with Newt and he jumped down.____ arrived next to me with Thomas as everyone crowded around the box.

"It's another girl"____ jumped down and knelt next to her as Thomas stepped closer, both of them staring at the girl intensely. She was thin, but not too small, pale skin and tar black hair.

"Is she dead?"___ shook her head, checking the greenie for vitals.Newt picked up a piece of paper in her hand and opened it.

"She's the last one EVER"He read aloud" What the hell does that mean?"The silence was broken as the girl awoke, taking a deep breath.

"Thomas"She panted then slipped back into a peaceful slumber.We all looked at Thomas as he stared at her.

"Still think I'm overreacting?"I questioned, glancing down at ____ who avoided my gaze.

"Bring her to the Med Cabin anyhow" Newt said and lifted her legs as ____ lifted her arms.They brought her to Clint and Jeff.

"Do you guys need a check up?"Jeff asked Minho, Thomas and ____.They all shook their heads.

"I'll let you know if anything happens"We nodded and left the cabin.____ walked off to her cabin, her face unreadable.I waited until the other guys had walked away before storming to her cabin.I opened the door and saw her sitting on her bed. She looked up tiredly before sighing.

"Yes?"

I swallowed deeply before saying"Am I not good enough?"

"What?" She looked at me in bewilderment.

"Are you bored of me? Would you prefer to be with Thomas? Is that why you keep picking him over me?" My face felt hot and my eyes were pricking as she got up and walked towards me, staring.

"Is that how I'm making you feel?" I clenched my jaw as she whispered "I'm so sorry Gally. I would never get bored of you" She hugged me tightly, softly stroking the back of my neck"You mean the world to me. Sure, Thomas and I get on great but he's just a friend he could never take your place"She cupped my face in her hands"Believe me when I say, Gally I love you 'till death does us part "I kissed her passionately, holding her close, breathing in her intoxicating smell. I pulled away after a while, both of us breathing heavily.

" I love you _____"

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[peterspideyy]

chapter 8 | never look back

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“stay down!” thomas shouted to you all, turning behind to see cars and motorbikes trying to find you all. finding a tall enough sand dune, you all hid behind it, peering over to see wckd trying to catch you all again. covering your eyes, as sand was being blown everywhere due to the storm, you all crouched down.

“let’s go!” minho whispered, but it was loud enough for you all to hear, as you saw lights from a car getting closer to you all. running down the edge of the dune, you all stopped making sure they didn’t see you. looking around, you saw a gap in a building, which has been knocked over, in front of you. looking down, you could hardly see what was down there. but, it was better than staying out here, where wckd could find you.

“come on!” you spoke, entering the gap.

“y/n!” you heard peter shout, as he realised you were walking into the unknown.

“don’t go down there!” newt shouted, as the pair ran after you trying to pulling you back.

“get down here!” you replied, noticing how deserted it was.

“get down!” thomas shouted, making everyone follow you. peter rushed to your side, touching your arm gently, as you both looked around, but it was hard due to the lack of light. minho pulled out a flashlight, moving it around in random directions, to see the place you were in was trashed. it looked like a shopping mall. well, one that hasn’t been used in years.

“where the hell are we?” he mumbled, looking at you all.

“we gotta go.” thomas replied, looking into the gap you just came through, as he heard cars in the distant.

“no.” teresa mumbled.

“we gotta keep moving.” he panicked, walking away.

“thomas, stop!” she shouted, taking you by surprise, “tell us what’s going on.”

thomas looked at you and teresa, before walking towards you both slowly, “it’s wicked. they lied to us. we never escaped. me and aris-“

“wait,” you inturrupted, looking at the boy you didn’t know, “you’re aris?”

“yes.” he replied, looking at you shly, while you nodded, smiling at him.

“anyway, we found bodies. to many to count.”

“what do you mean? dead bodies?” minho asked, panic clear in his voice.

“no, but they weren’t alive either. they had them strung up. with tubes coming out of them. they were being drained. there’s something inside of us that wicked wants. something in our blood. so we have to get as far away from them as possible.”

“okay,” peter breathed out, “so, what’s the plan? you do have a plan, right?”

“yeah. i don’t know.” thomas spoke, making you, peter and newt roll your eyes.

“well, we followed you out here thomas and now you’re saying that you have no idea where we’re going, or what we’re doing.” newt exclaimed.

“wait,” aris spoke, “janson said something about people hiding in the mountains. some kind of resistance or army.”

“the right arm. if they’re really against wicked, maybe they can help us.” thomas added, looking at the three of you.

“people? in the mountains. mountain people? that’s your plan?” newt mumbled, sarcastically.

“it’s the only chance we have.” thomas replied, looking at newt.

“hey guys!” winston interrupted, “check this out. minho give me a light.”

you all walked to where winston was crouched down, and when minho shone the light from the flashlight on the ground, you noticed a variety of footsteps in the sand, going into the building you were in.

“someone’s been down here.” frypan spoke, as you all looked down into the darkness. walking down, you all looked in the windows, before minho stopped. walking over to him, he showed you the clothes and water, in the room.

“come on. open up.” he shouted, as peter and newt helped him open the pull up door. you all looked around the room, peter still by your side, as you both found flashlights, giving them to everyone.

“looks like people lived here.” peter mumbled, gesturing to the array of beds and clothes.

“where are they now?” you asked, making him shrug.

“let’s pack some of this stuff up,” thomas ordered, putting a grey jacket on, “anything you think you might need. we’ll split up, see what else we can find. meet back here.”

“wait, thomas.” newt spoke, handing him a flashlight.

“let’s go.” he spoke, before him and minho started to walk away.

“y/n, stay with me and newt, yeah?” peter whispered to you, making newt nod in agreement.

“yeah, i need to talk to thomas though, but i’ll come back.” you replied, before running after minho and thomas.

“thomas!” you shouted, making him jump slightly, and turn around.

“you okay?” he asked.

“i need to speak to you.” you replied, smiling at minho who nodded, walking away; leaving you and thomas alone.

“what’s up?” he smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i don’t know how to explain this, but i feel different. i think wckd gave me my memories back.”

“really?” he asked, shocked.

“yeah. i can remember my friends. what i liked. my family. you,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor, “thomas, i think i’m your sister. well, i don’t think. i am.”

you looked up, expecting to see his eyes wide, but instead you saw guilt, “i know.”

“what?”

“when i stung myself, back in the maze, i saw you. not only in wckd, but everywhere in my life. it’s quite funny though. when i first saw you in the maze, i recognised you instantly. and i think you recognised me too.” he laughed, while you nodded, chuckling slightly.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you when i found out though. i just felt, so guilty. about everything. i caused you to go into the maze. i’m so sorry.” he added, making you nod.

“it’s okay. i forgive you.” you smiled.

“come ‘ere.” he beamed, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a tight hug. you giggled slightly, but closed your eyes. you never thought you had any family left. but, knowing thomas is your brother, makes you so unbelievably happy. pulling away, he kissed your forehead quickly, before turning to look at minho. glancing back at you, he squeezed you reassuringly.

“i know you forgive me, but i won’t let anything bad happen to you. i promise.” he whispered, looking down, as he suddenly felt an urge to protect you from everything.

“i won’t let anything bad happen to you too.”

“come on, we better go.” minho shouted, making thomas pull away fully from you.

“be safe.” you spoke, making him nod, turning his flashlight on.

“you too.” he beamed, before him and minho turned; walked away. you breathed out, smiling widely, turning around to find peter and newt. ending up by peter’s side, as he was packing a backpack, he smiled at you.

“what did you want to speak to thomas about?” newt asked, who was packing a bag too.

you shrugged, “oh. nothing.”

newt nodded, walking away but peter glanced at you.

“you know, you can tell me anything, right?” he exclaimed, turning fully to face you.

“wckd has given me my memories back. pete, i remember everything.”

peter’s eyes grew wide, “what? that’s amazing, isn’t it? or is it not?”

“yeah, it’s so good. i’m just still in shock you know.”

“why did you tell thomas then?”

you sighed, “he’s my brother.”

“really?”

you nodded, smiling at him. it seemed weird, saying you have a family. but, a good weird. it felt right.

“i’m happy for you.” he grinned, pulling you into a hug

“oh,” he spoke, pulling away and handing you a backpack, “i packed you this.”

“thanks pete.” you replied.

“there’s a hammer in there, just in case.” he laughed, making you nod.

finding newt again, the three of you looked around. smiling at teresa, she showed you a photo of a little girl, who was beaming widely in the photo.

“what happened to her?” you mumbled.

“i’m not sure,” she replied, placing the photo down, “oh, we better change y/n. here.”

throwing you navy jeans, a grey top with a kharki jacket you thanked her, before changing, with teresa doing the same. the boys were outside, and you didn’t mind getting changed infront of her. after putting your jacket on, you saw peter move frypan’s face from you to him, making you roll your eyes.

tying up the laces on your brown boots, you walked out the room going over to peter and newt, who were looking around. you noticed how peter now had a black jacket, while newt was wearing a brown jacket. crouching down by their sides, using your flashlights you looked through memories of a variety of people. have they been killed?

suddenly, the main lights flickered on, making you stand up, confusion written all over your face.

“what the?” you mumbled, watching as one by one a bulb turned on, to reveal how massive this place you were in was. leaving the room, to the middle section, you looked at the others.

“what’s going on?” winston asked.

“i don’t know.” frypan replied, looking around.

you froze, as you heard something faintly in the background. it sounded like...shouting?turning to the left, you heard the shouting getting louder and louder, before you saw thomas and minho run around the corner, waving their arms, frantically. you squinted your eyes, wondering what they were doing, before your heart dropped, at the sight of a group of people, screeching, chasing after them.

“oh shit!” newt shouted, quickly putting his backpack on, before you all turned, and started to run.

“go! get out of here!” they exclaimed, before catching up to you. winston threw minho his backpack, before you all headed to an escalator, running up it as fast as you could.

“thomas, what the hell are those things?” you yelled.

“i don’t know. just keep running!” he replied, turning to the left with you all following. thomas suddenly froze, as a zombie-like person was in-front, running towards you all. aris ran towards it, ignoring his name being called, before whacking it in the leg. it flew forward, separating you, thomas and teresa from the rest of the gang, as you all went in different directions.

running up the escalator, the person climbed up the stairs, as another person jumped to thomas.

“go around!” thomas shouted to the rest of the group, as more people started to chase them.

suddenly remembering the hammer, peter gave you before, you took it out of your backpack, before throwing it at the person crawling up the stairs, causing them to fly back, a screech leaving their lips.

“y/n!” thomas exclaimed, causing you and teresa moved to the left, while thomas kicked the person down. instantly, running up the stairs, you eventually rejoined with the group, as you all legged it as fast as you could.

“we gotta find a way out off here!” someone shouted. turning around, you saw peter behind you, before a person jumped through the glass, knocking him to the ground.

“peter!” you screeched, stopping insantly, as he brought his arm up to stop the zombie from biting him. rushing to his side with newt and thomas, you kicked the creature off him, causing them to fall down the gap.

“oh my god, are you okay?” you asked, pulling him up to his feet, with newt helping.

“yeah, thanks y/n.” he replied, before you both looked up to see the group of people chasing after you.

“come on!” minho shouted, making you all run, until you found a door in the wall. running along the tight corridor, thomas tried to find a way out. eventually stopping at a door, he tried to open it but failed. looking to the side, you started to panic as you heard the inhumanly sounds of the creatures, running towards you.

“keep going!” you called, making everyone run, until you came to a dead end. thomas tried to open the last door, but failing. this is how your going to die. looking down, the creatures were getting closer and closer. thomas, newt, peter and minho started to kick the door down, trying to get the padlock, on the other side, to break.

“i’ll hold them back!” winston shouted, clocking his gun, before firing bullets at them. you started to help, as you all groaned as you pushed and kicked the door. frypan told everyone to move, before running into the door, causing it to fling open. instantly, you all ran out, turning around to see winston following behind. but the creatures got ahold of his backpack, pulling him down to the floor, as you all tried to close the door. you winced as you saw the sharp nails, pierce his skin deeply, as he cried out in pain, while peter and newt tried to pull him out. eventually, he got out, but was bleeding heavily from his chest, as peter and newt, wrapped there arms around him, running behind frypan and teresa. you, thomas and minho we’re pushing the door, struggling as the people tried to crawl through.

“guys! go!” thomas shouted, while minho got up and started to run.

“y/n, move!”

“together.” you replied. looking at you, you could tell he didn’t agree but nodded, before you both stood up; and started to run.

it was as time slowed down, as you nearly tripped over yourself, but thomas grabbed you quickly, pulling you onto your feet, as you both ran for your lives. your breathing was heavy. your footsteps were fast. the creatures screams and groans, were just behind you. still weak from the chemicals wckd gave you, you couldn’t stop. you needed to keep going.

finding at piece of rubble, outside the building you all hid in silence, only the sounds of people groaning was the only thing you could here, as you fell asleep.

were you going to make it, through the night?

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a/n- i told you the second chapter would be longer aahah! thanks for reading chapter 8!

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[obeymemc-marcie]

A drabble for my OC Marcie and her otaku 💜 SFW, there's no smut, just these two dorks being cute

Levi groaned for the umpteenth time that day before clicking his tongue behind his teeth and stood from his chair. He strode over to the aquarium in his room and brought his hand up to the glass, watching Henry swim about.

"I'm going to go see her." Levi told himself, yet his feet remained, unmoving. "I will." This fish swam over and stopped to look at the demon. "It's not my fault Henry! They cornered me! What was I supposed to do?"

The fish just looked at him. "She knows how I feel about her, why does everybody else need to know? Why does anyone need to know?" 

His mark had been glowing since this afternoon. He'd felt her range of emotions and if anything, it confused him. He'd never thought that someone could feel so many emotions just because of him.

But Marcie wasn't just someone. Their mating might have been unconventional, but she'd accepted him regardless. She even still accepted him after his heat was over.

Making up his mind, Levi turned on his heel and made for his door, opened it, and froze. There was a bright colored bag hanging from the handle of his door.

He eyed it suspiciously until he caught a whiff of her. This was from her! Levi pulled the bag off his handle and retreated back into his room, closing the door behind him and unwrapped his present.

Just like she'd promised, Marcie had found and brought back the limited edition Ruri-chan Halloween maid design that's only available this week that they'd talked about earlier that day.

Levi couldn't believe that she'd managed to find one AND brought it back for him even after he'd hurt her. He placed the figurine on his shelf, admiring the newest piece to his collection before turning his eyes back to the bag.

He wondered if there was anything else in the bag, but then wondered if that made him any better than Mammon to expect her to have given him more than what he had asked for. Taking out the decorative paper, he frowned seeing the small stack of papers.

They were bound together by string, the cover of the booklet making him drop both the gift and the bag in surprise. The cover looking back at him from the floor, his face flushing.

IOU's: A Coupon Book for You and Your New Mate

by Marcie, for her Henry

She was trying to kill him. Could someone die from bloodrush to their head? Levi could feel himself getting woozy and sat down on the floor.

He reached out cautiously to pick up the booklet, cradling it in his hands as if it were to fall apart if he wasn't careful. He turned the first page to read the inscription she'd written to him. For him.

My love, I know how you feel about me as you know how I feel about you. We don't need to prove this to anyone else. I've made this for you with the hope that you allow me to fulfil at least some of these tasks for you. -Marcelline

PS: don't worry, absolutely no h-route in here

He wasn't going to cry. Leviathan was most certainly not going to cry as he read over her words, her beautiful cursive.

Levi opened to see the first coupon.

'For when you want to h°old h°ands'

He got up to run back to the aquarium, showing Henry what she'd made for him. Levi read her words out loud, his heart hammering in his chest. He continued flipping through the pages, a sappy smile on his face and read them out to Henry.

'For when you need a non-judgemental shoulder to cry on on.

'For when you have a bad dream or can't sleep.'

'For when you want to take a nap (in general).'

'For when you want to take a nap (on my lap).'

'For when you want to take a nap (in my room).'

'For when you want to take a nap (in your room).'

'For when you don't want to mourn the loss of a character alone.'

'For when you want a hug (30 seconds).'

'For when you want a hug (2 minutes).'

'For when you want a hug (5 minutes).'

'For when you want a hug (10 minutes).'

'For when you want a hug (for however long you want).'

'For when you want to cuddle (5 minutes).'

'For when you want to cuddle (15 minutes).'

'For when you want to cuddle (30 minutes)'

'For when you want to cuddle (a full hour!)'

'For when you want to cuddle (however long you'd like).'

Levi turned the next page, wiping a stray tear from his eye, Henry looking at the book over his shoulder.

'You'll notice the next few pages are blank. Those are for you to write out, wildcards, blanks. I'll do whatever and anything you write out.'

Levi moved to his desk and flipped to the first blank page and wrote his own coupon. Slipping the paper into his pocket, Levi pulled out the first season of TSL, the intention to start the show from the beginning more that she'd caught up on the books, and left his room, closing the door behind him.

Marcie was reclining in her bath, her blue hair tied up in a messy bun, her glasses on the rim of the bath. She closed her eyes and sank down further into the water, inhaling the scent of the golden hellfire newt bathbomb she'd bought earlier that day.

The product had turned the water gold and simmered with tiny flecks of glitter that speckled her skin.

She wondered if Levi had seen her gift yet. The timid knock on her door broke her out of her reverie.

"Come in!" She called out. The door opened and she called out again. "I'm in the bath, is everything alright?"

He squawked. "Marcie!" His voice a mix between a harsh whisper and a whine. "You're not supposed to invite people in when you're, you know!" Levi stayed in her room, facing away from her bathroom and brought up a hand to cover his red face.

"I know this might sound a little cocky, but I had a feeling it was you coming to see me," her tone light, barely concealing her amusement.

"That's no excuse! What if someone else saw you? I'm supposed to, to be the only one, the only one who sees you, like that." His envy peeking through as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. How was he supposed to give her the coupon if she, if, if she was, indecent!

And then he caught the smell wafting from her bathroom door.

"Hey uh, Marce? That" he swallowed, "that wouldn't happen to be uh, golden hellfire newt, right?" How he hoped he'd was wrong.

She blinked in surprise, "actually, yeah, it is."

Levi groaned.

"Asmo said it was safe for humans and I liked the smell. Is it bad? Do you not like it?"

"Quite the contrary, my love."

She gulped. She knew that voice. Her blue eyes popped open and stared at her bathroom door, waiting. Marcie licked her lips in anticipation. A black hand wrapped around the door and it opened slowly.

"That happens to be a rather potent aphrodisiac that affects all demons." He pulled out the slip of paper from his pocket and licked his lips, eyes roving over what he could see of her that rose above the water. "And I've come to cash in my first coupon." Levi locked his eyes on her, his pupils narrowed to slits, his tail flicking around behind him in anticipation.

He bent over to place the paper by her glasses and watched in amusement as she fumbled to read the slip, already undressing to join her in the tub.

'For when I need to apologize.'

[imaginesfromtheupsidedown]

Oldest Friend pt. 2

A TMR/TDC Gally x FEMcharacter imagine.

This is Part2 to Oldest Friend Part 1 :)

Hi:) I haven’t read Kill Order but have seen the movies and read the other 3 books, this is just a story I’ve had in my head, a character that I created, and the way I picture everything going. LMK if there’s anything you’d like to see in this, and feedback is welcomed! Reminder that this is very windy and lengthy and that’s just how I write lol. 

triggers: still none that I can think of, LMK if there is anything that I should put as a trigger. 

word count: 3582  (again, I’ve always written lengthy stuff and can shorten or add more to the next ones if preferred, I just always want to make sure the backstory and details that are in my head get put in)

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He jolted awake. The sun was brighter than normal… he was late! He jumped up and started pulling on the first pair of pants he saw, running around and trying to grab a shirt, belt and shoes as fast he could. Man, his ass was grass when he got to-

“What the bloody hell are you doing, Gally.” Came a voice from behind him. Frozen in his tracks, Gally ever so slightly turned his head. Newt was propped up in his bed, staring at him. Confused, he glanced over at the clock above the door. 6:47 AM. They usually didn’t even get to the cafeteria for breakfast until about 8:30.

“The.. sun.. is bright?” he started, plopping back into bed and throwing his clothes to the ground. A glance around showed the other two boys, Ben and Minho, sound asleep in their own beds. Newt rolled his eyes at him.

“One of those wanks probably left the curtains open again.” He sighed, sinking back down into the covers. He shot Gally a smirk and gave him a quick look over.

“What…” Gally asked, scooting back and leaning against the wall.

“I’d try to get some more sleep if I were you, mate,” he teased, reaching to pull the string and close the curtains before laying back down. “all that sneaking about at all hours of the night will catch up to you eventually.” Gally about came out of his skin! Newt knew… he looked at the other two, snoozing away, wondering if they knew, too. Newt let out a laugh as if he read his mind, “Relax, Gal, they don’t have any clue. Mind telling me what’s so important to lose sleep over, though?”

“I..” he had every intention of playing as if he had no idea what he meant but Newt shot him the ‘I’m-not-stupid’ look. “met someone… who enjoys losing sleep to see me, too…” he mumbled, pulling his covers up over his chin to hide his pink cheeks.

“Ahh, well, c’mon, don’t be shy now, who is it?” Newt sat back up in his bed and crossed his legs. Gally hesitated, what if this got him in trouble? What if he got her in trouble? Newt seemed to be pretty good at that mind reading stuff. “Chill, mate, I don’t care what you do as long as your back here by morning and have a pulse.”

“It’s… a girl?’ Gally started. They gave each other a puzzled look and then burst out laughing. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Well... how about the beginning then?” Newt prompted. Instead of going back to sleep, Gally spent the rest of his morning gushing over Meghan with Newt listening to every word. He didn’t give up her name and wanted to keep a good amount of what they had talked about between just them, but Newt understood. After a couple hours of spilling his guts and Newt poking fun at him, the other two guys woke up and it was time to head to breakfast. They got there a bit earlier than normal but she was still the first one at the table. He quickly gathered his food and sped to claim the seat next to her.

“Hey, Meg.” He breathed, excited to see her. Her long hair was up in a loose bun that sat at the top of her head, and it seemed she decided to wear her glasses instead of contacts. Hmm, she usually only did that when she was tired. She had just taken a big bite of her eggs and turned to hi with wide eyes.

“Heh, Guhl” she laughed, covering her mouth while she finished chewing. Shit… he thought. Why do you have to be so damn cute!! She leaned in and bumped her side into his for a second before leaning back to her seat and wiping her mouth with a napkin. “How’s your morning, Gal?”

“Umm.. well..” he gathered himself, turning pink and trying to get the guts to tell her. He couldn’t though… “So, Newt had figured out I was sneaking about… and I sort of…” he stopped and gave her a look, seeing her freeze.

“You… what?” she whispered, looking around. “Are we in trouble!”

“No! No, course not. I mean, not that I know of. I just..” he took a deep breath.  “I told him I was meeting up with you. But- hey, I didn’t actually SAY it was YOU!” he ended with, seeing as her jaw dropped to the floor.

“Well!” she demanded, turning toward him and grabbing his arm, dropping her voice to a whisper again. “What did he say!”

“Meg, Gally.” The voice made them jump and she recoiled back to her own space. Newt had snuck up on them, coming up behind them to come take his seat at the table. He gave them a sly grin. “Mornin’.”

“Morning..” she mumbled, stuffing her face with food. She glanced at Newt first, then to Gally through the tops of her glasses. Newt starting laughing as he picked at his food, earning a stomp on the foot from Gally. Their table slowly filled up and started humming with conversation.

“Aye, Gally, man you ready for today? Heard we’re headed out to the desert again.” Clint said, plopping down next to Meghan and almost knocking her plate off the table. He took a piece of toast and shoved it into his mouth.

“Hopefully ya got enough sleep…” Newt mumbled before taking a sip of his orange juice, raising his eyebrows at them. Meghan started choking on her eggs and Gally went to stomp his foot again but missed, getting Clint instead.

“Ohw duhd whuht th hehl!” he yelled, food flying out of his mouth. Everyone started laughing at the chaos happening but luckily seemed to miss the big picture. Gally gave Meg a little smile from the side and jumped back into the back and forth with everyone else. She smiled big at him, happy. She couldn’t help but feel nervous though, she was so afraid of getting themselves in trouble. The last time someone got in big trouble… well… they hadn’t seen Alby since. And she really didn’t want to find out why.

She remembered it very clearly. Alby had been acting funny for days then finally, the last time they ever saw him, burst into the cafeteria screaming something about brainwashing and lies before 7 armed guards rushed in and tranquillized him. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes before anyone could see and snapped back into reality.

And just like that they went back to their quiet life as they knew it. Newt kept their secret and they still got to meet in that dusty old storage room. They each had decided that they wanted to tell the other about what they had been feeling but every time one of them wanted to the words wouldn’t form. So, they had both been trying in subtle ways. Hugging goodnight, playful shoves when they walked, grazing hands any chance they got, literally anything to get a smile out of each other.

Of course, the next day Gally would tell Newt about the night before and complain about how he felt so stupid for not telling her how he felt. Newt would give him the best advice he could, but he also didn’t really know how to handle it; there weren’t actually any instances of romantic relationships in here that they knew of. Mainly he just sat and listened. Gally and Newt grew closer as their talks became more frequent but not necessarily just about Meg. Newt just… understood him. What it felt like to be in this place, the frustrations of not knowing what direction their lives were going. He understood why Gally risked getting in trouble to sneak out, why he clung to what he had with Meg. He even understood why Gally would pick and choose what he told him about her. I get it mate, you keep her secrets like she keeps yours. Protect her and shit. You’re a good lad, Gal.

Then came the day they all got to work together. Meg was out in the desert working on updating some program and Gally and Newt were out building those giant walls again. When the lab techs landed WCKD had the guys pair up with them to test whatever devices they had, and of course Meg made a beeline to Gally.

“Alright, everyone! Don’t touch them wires they’ve got on you, we need em to get accurate results! And keep track of the weather, them dark clouds are rollin in fast and those wires can’t get wet! You four, go back to the walls. Then you two, we need these two buildings put together. But you each do one, don’t team up. Only use what’s been put out for ya, too.” One of the white coats instructed before heading back into the burg and taking off.

“Alright, doc, what the hell is this stuff?” he teased, turning and motioning to the little suction cups and wires she had stuck to his chest and neck. She barely glanced up from her tablet to meet his eyes.

“For your vitals.” She had been acting funny. She hadn’t said a single word at breakfast, and these were the first words she had said to him out here. He walked over and pretended to look at what she was doing.

“Meg…” he started, but she reached down and squeezed his hand, not even looking at him.

“We need to talk.” She was barely audible. And just as quick as she grabbed him, she let him go. She took a few steps back and looked him up and down, making him blush. “Alright, Gally, I need you to start lifting stuff.” He shot a look to Newt, who wasn’t too far away getting ready to work on the other structure.

Newt stifled a laugh and yelled, “Aye! You heard the woman, get to work, ya wank!”

It honestly wasn’t a bad day. There wasn’t much out for him to use for this one, some wood, hammers, nails and rope. It was definitely less than he would do on a regular day, so he wasn’t going to complain too much. Not to mention he got to show off in front of her. There were a few times he could’ve sworn he had caught her looking, but when he would double check her nose was always buried back in those tablets. A few times she came over and adjust the wires on him that he wasn’t sure was really necessary for whatever was on those tablets… but again, he wasn’t going to complain.

Eventually the shed.. hut… whatever it was he built, it was done. She went around and shook it a few times but it stayed standing, so she gave him a thumbs up. She ran back over to him and had him hold one of the tablets while she worked on them both.

“So.. what exactly are you doing to me?” he asked. She was quiet for a bit before responding, furring her brows and something on the screen.

“Okay, so these wires I have on you? They’re recording your vitals: heart rate, brain patterns, anything in your system that changes and whether or not it could be from something physical or not. That goes to this tablet,” she motioned to the one in his hands, then motioned to the one she had. “and this one is hooked up to… something… somewhere. It’s a remote system that doesn’t have to be hooked up to you but still is able to monitor all your vitals but without having to have anything actually on you. But they aren’t adding up right now..” she trailed off.

He moved behind her, looking down at both the tablets. She froze for a second then leaned into him, continuing to mess with the tablets. But… he could see the screens. The numbers were identical. He blushed, realizing what she was doing. He reached around her as if he was pointing at something on the one in her hands, resting his arm around her shoulder.

“Ahh, there. I see it, that’s what isn’t matching.” He said, his heart racing as she leaned into him more. He let out a laugh when he realized the system had picked up on his pulse quickening. She looked up at him and gave him a silly face but when she looked down she let out a giggle when she saw it. She stepped away and looked back at him.

“Looks like all that lifting had loosened a wire, here, I need to get these back in sync.” She pushed a button on each screen, then reached up toward where the wires were suctioned to his neck. He tensed up for a second but then relaxed into her touch. “Just need to triple check on your pulse.” She said softly. At first she really did seem to check for a pulse, but after a few moments she cupped his face, giving him a small smile. He felt his heart jump into his throat.

And then the rain started. He felt it first, two tiny drops hitting his forehead. Then it seemed to come down in sheets. He started tearing the wires off as they ran to the hut, picking up a dry cloth once he got in there and starting to dry them off. Meg stood in the far end of it, throwing her hair into a loose bun.

“Well, at least this part was done!” she laughed, laying he tablets on the floor. She crossed the room and stared out of the doorway for a few awkward seconds before turning back to him. “Gally, can we talk?”

“Yes.” He said a little too quickly. He tossed the wires to the ground and started toward her, ready to finally get the words out. He stopped right in front of her, she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“So, I need to know…” she started, still not meeting his eyes. “Do you want the good or bad first?”

“What.” He said flatly, the question taking him off guard. “Um.. go ahead with the good. Bad is bad either way.” She looked up at him with glossy eyes, giving him a small smile and coming toward him.

“Now.. don’t be mad at me. I should’ve asked first…” she started crossing her arms. “But I stumbled into the database and didn’t know if I would be able to get back into it and-” he grabbed her on either side of her face.

“Spit it out, Meg!” He teased, dropping his hands down to her shoulders.

“Happy late birthday, Gal.” she whispered, reaching up and grabbing one of his hands. “You’re 17 now!” He gave her a blank look. He hadn’t thought of birthdays in a long time… or about how old he was. Yeah, of course, he knew he was older. But he hadn’t really thought about it in years.

“I’m 17?” he mumbled, wrapping his head around it. “Wait, how long ago?”

“About a couple weeks, they track our ages for their data. I was in there and came across mine and when I thought of yours… I just wanted to know.” In one swift movement he picked her up and spun her around, earning a laughing fit from her. He sat her down after a few spins and pulled her into a big hug.

“Thank you, Meg! When do I get to tell you happy birthday, then?” he asked, pulling back and looking at her. She laughed at that, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair, giving him goosebumps.

“About 10 months, young one. I turned 17 a couple months ago.” She teased.

“Young one!” he said, raising his eyebrows at her. “I may be young but at least I’m not short!” he winked at her. She pulled her arm back and gave her a playful smack on the chest.

“Hey! I am above average height for a girl my age!”  she exclaimed, standing on the tips of her toes. Even doing that still made the top of her head come to his chin. He couldn’t help it anymore, he reached out and pulled her close, cupping her face in his hands. She seemed taken aback but didn’t pull away, instead reaching up and mirroring him. And then it happened.

Their first kiss. They both froze for a second, neither of them sure what they were doing. But then she leaned into him, pulling him as close as she could. That was all the confirmation he needed. He wrapped his arms around her and they stood locked there for who knows how long, only coming apart for air. He pushed her toward one of the walls and started to run his hands over her body while she knotted her fingers in his hair. All of a sudden she pushed him back, her face a flushed pink and hair a mess.

“Gally! We.. what.. are you?” she couldn’t get a full sentence out. She glanced toward the wide-open doorway and back to him. “That was…”

“Great.” He started, walking toward her. “Fantastic. Long overdue. Well… at least on my part it was.” He stopped in front of her, putting his hands in his pockets to stop himself from pulling her back to him. “I’m sorry… I’ve wanted to do that for a long time now an-” she cut him off, her lips crashing back into his for one long, hard kiss. She pulled back, cupping his face in her hands.

“Don’t you apologize for that again. Ever.” She dropped her hands and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. “We just… we need to be really careful from here on out, Gally.”

“Careful? He asked, wrapping his arms back around her and resting his chin atop her head.

“I.. I need to tell you the bad news now.” She locked her arms around him, not letting him go. “Is that okay?” he started running his hands up and down her back.

“Of course… are you okay?” he mumbled as he felt her start to shake.

“No.” she couldn’t keep her voice even. “Gally, I found Alby. And Nick.”

He tried to pull back from her, shocked, but she had that iron grip on him. Found them? What did she mean by ‘found them’? He relaxed back into her, waiting for what she was going to say next.

“They.. they’re in the other maze.” She whispered, finally pulling back to look up at him. “ We created the maze to put them there. And they…” she trailed off, letting her tears fall.

“What?” he asked, unable to hide the scared look on his face. “They what, Meg?” She took a deep breath and steadied her voice.

“They don’t know who they are. They know their names. But only that. Nothing of who they were before they were put in that… that prison.” She spat, breaking away from him and walking back to peer out the door.

“What do you mean… by any of this?” he slowly walked and stood next to her. He looked down at her and saw the tears running down her face.

“I… I’ve gotten in trouble. My work wasn’t what it used to be. They were holding this… project over my head. And I wanted to do it so bad, Gally.” She looked up at him. It broke his heart to see her so sad. “And I finally got to go in… but I wish I hadn’t…” she started to explain as much as she possibly could to him, scaring him bad. If what she told him was true, that means that THEY are the experiments… not animals, not other people. THEM. He didn’t want to believe it but why would she make this up? He started to tear up, too. “And… Gally..”

“Yes?” he croaked, stepping close to her.

“I think they’re killing us. I don’t know how, I don’t know if we’re just a casualty of the experiment, but… they’re just… waiting.” She whispered.

“On wha-”

“On someone to die.” She interrupted. The way she said it was so matter-of-fact. He pulled her back into him, making sure she was still looking at him.

“They won’t hurt you, Meg.” She started to interrupt him but he kept going. “Understand? I don’t know what the hell is happening or what I’m going to do but I’m going to make sure you aren’t a part of this. Not you.” He started crying too, planting one more kiss on her forehead. When they pulled apart she started rubbing her face, ridding the evidence of any crying. He did the same, walking out into the last bit of the rain and waiting on her to grab her stuff. She came out, tablets in hand.

“Ready?” she sighed. He shook his head, walking back into the hut. He came back out with the wires and handed them over to her.

“Don’t wanna lose these.” He joked. She gave him a smile and ran to catch up with Newt, who had already started toward the burg, which had apparently landed at some point during the storm. As soon as she couldn’t see him, he let his expression turn dark. It would be over his cold, dead body before he let anyone, even WCKD, harm one hair on her head.

[lettersofwrittencollective]

After the Last City (1)

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 2473

Warnings: Angst 

Prompt: How about a death cure fic where Thomas and everyone else thought y/n died amid the chaos of the city falling. The last time anyone saw her was when Thomas ran off after having killed Newt and she never made it back to the Berg. They get a sos radio call about a month latter where it’s her contacting them letting them know that she survived. She was injured and has no way of making it to the safe haven. Now they have to travel back to the fallen city to rescuer her from the cranks and what is left of civilization. - Courtesy of @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8​

A/N: I was in super Thomas mood not too long ago and had asked for some prompts and finally got around to getting a chance to work on this one a bit more!  Thank you so very much @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8

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“Tommy!” you called after the boy running back towards the WCKD compound. You watched his steps falter as he slowed down but then you saw him shake his head and speed off.

Looking at where he was to the body of your friend, you sank down next to the sandy-haired boy. Moving the hair from his face, you felt the tears fill your eyes. How is it that your lives had come to this? 

You could hear the others calling your name, Thomas’ name and Newt’s name as their steps came to a stop in the courtyard. The silence in the courtyard was in contrast with the sounds of the rebellion just on the other side of the walls. It sat heavy and all you wanted to do was scream out your sorrow. 

One of your best friends lay there, dead. You were never going to hear him laugh again and you were never going to get to argue with him over the most trivial things. 

A shallow, stuttering breath was heard and you look down to Newt. His eyes were barely open but they were open and there was a light in them, even if it was fading. 

“Gally, give me the serum!” you yelled with your hand outstretched. 

Coming up behind you, Gally handed you the serum and sank down beside you. Newts body was spasming and it took a moment but the two of you were able to get the cure down his throat. 

It didn’t take very long for his breathing to even out and become deeper. The black veins disappearing from his skin and soon the light was coming back. You smiled at him and gripped his hand tightly. 

“Hey, you,” you whispered softly, afraid that if you were too loud that you would shatter what was in front of you. 

“Am I actually alive?” Newt asked with a bewildered look on his face. A movement must have caught his attention because, his eyes flicked over to Gally and he groaned, “Nope, I’ve died and gone to hell.”

You couldn’t help laughing as Gally grumbled something about Newt being an ungrateful shank. A small smile curved on Newts lips and you leaned over, helping to pull him up into a sitting position. 

Another bomb went off not too far and you could all feel the ground beneath you tremble. Turning, you looked at Gally and Brenda, “Get him to the berg. Keep him safe and make sure a med-jack looks him over.” 

You could see Brenda nodding but Gally crossed his arms, “And where do you think you’re going?”

Your gaze moved towards the last place you had seen him. You’d all heard the announcement and you knew exactly what it was that he was planning on doing, “I have to go.” Standing up, you helped Newt stand. 

Thankfully, he wasn’t fully recovered or your sure that he’d be arguing with you about this. Tommy was as much yours as he was Newts, jus in different ways. You shook your head, “I have to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed.”

You moved to step away from him when Gally called your name. He grabbed your arm when you kept going, turning you to face him, “We have to get back to the Berg. All of us, and that includes you. We need to get out of the city.”

“And what about Thomas?” you shot back as you stepped back.

You knew Gally, he wanted to argue that Tommy had made his choice when he left the courtyard but he wasn’t as heartless as he’d like people to believe. He let go of your arm and you took advantage of the situation, pulling your arm from his grip, you tell him “Gally, go. I promise I’ll catch up to you guys later.”

The blond begins to call your name but you cut him off by leaning forward and kissing his cheek. 

“Your job is to make sure all of our family makes it back to the berg. I’ll see you soon. I promise.”

With those words, you step back and Gally nods his head. Though reluctant, he trusts you and he knows that there’s no way that you were gonna leave Tommy behind. 

He reaches into his pockets and before you realize it, he’s handing you some knives and his gun as well as two magazine clips. When you say his name, a bit tersely, he puts his hand up “Nope.  I got these shanks and the Bergs not too far. We’ll be fine but you’re going into all the crazy. You stay safe.” 

Nodding your head, you turn and start making your way through the Last City towards the WCKD compound. 

It takes dodging some of the humans that aren’t cranked out, trying to take over the city, and a lot of dodging WCKD’s police force but eventually you’re able to make it to where you can see the doors to WCKD’s compound within the city. 

You’d already had to use a magazine clip in keeping yourself alive and away from some of the people that were a bit more crazed in trying to take over the city as you had to backtrack your steps and take different routes to try and get here. Your officers uniform a sure contributor to that.  But you were getting closer to the building which was the important part. 

Double-checking your surroundings, you run across the street and just as you’re about to enter the building, a loud crash catches your attention and you look up to see pieces of rubble falling and smoke begins to fill the air around you.

Feeling like he’d been hit by a truck, Thomas opens his eyes and tries to get up but a pain in his abdomen keeps him from moving. Turning his head, he doesn’t recognize his surroundings and panic begins to creep into his chest.

Grunting against, the pain, he forces himself to sit up, on the make-shift bed. Wherever he is, they’re either not very good at keeping prisoners or they don’t expect him to be up for a while longer, seeing as how there’s nothing keeping him down.  

It takes a moment and the world around him blurs before he’s able to refocus on it. If he’s right he’s sitting in a tent of some sort. But that doesn’t make much sense, the last thing he can remember is a fight. A fight with someone and he’d been terrified. 

Focusing on the thought, he remembers the fight with Newt. Newt had been infected and was cranking out… He’d stayed behind to get Newt back to the berg as soon as possible but they hadn’t made it in time. There hadn’t been a cure and Newt had attacked him… they’d fought and then… 

“KILL ME!” Newt had screamed. He’d shaken his head and Newt had somehow grasped onto a singular moment of clarity and had brokenly begged him, “Please, Tommy… Please.”

His heart constricted painfully as he remembered not being able to kill his friend, not being able to honor his wishes. The boy had attacked him again and in that last attack, somehow the weapon had gone off and Newt was -

Teresa's voice had come over the broadcast system and informed the last city that he was supposed to be the cure to the Flare. He’d had no choice - he had to help… 

So he was probably back in a maze. Groaning, he forced himself to stand up from the bed and begins to try and find a weapon of some sort. If he’s gotta fight his way out of another maze then so be it but he’d prefer something to fight with. 

At first, he doesn’t think that he’s going to find anything but surprisingly, upon a second glance, there are actually a few weapons in the tent. Skeptical, he figures that it’s better to take the weapons with him for the time being and he ends up packing two guns and a few ammo rounds as well as a machete. 

Once he has the weapons on him, he starts to look for a canteen or something he can use to carry water. After all, the Scorch is no place to be without water… As he’s searching the sound of rustling distracts him and he quickly pulls one of the guns and turns around. 

“Whoa there!” the brunette calls out and Thomas heart breaks at the realization that they’ve taken her captive as well. 

“Brenda?”

“No, the tooth fairy,” the brunette snaps and Thomas grips the weapon tighter. 

“If you’re not Brenda then give me one reason I shouldn’t shoot you right now,” he says as he pulls the hammer on the gun back and tightens his grip on the trigger. 

The girl's eyes widen almost comically and she shakes her head, “Thomas it’s me. It’s Brenda.” He shakes his head but the girl steps back and puts her hands up, “I swear to you Thomas, it’s me.”

“Then tell me something only Brenda would know.”

She looks like she’s thinking and so Thomas starts to count down from five, just as he’s saying one she screams at him to wait, “When we got separated from everyone when Jorge blew up the building cause WCKD was after you guys, before we ran into the cranks that had grown into the sewer, you told me that you were confused. That you had memories of Teresa that told you the two of you were something more and you felt that you had to be loyal to her but that you had met someone else that made you want to be a better person. That made you want to break out of that maze - not for you or the others but just for her. You said that when she smiled at you it was like the whole world would stop and you could breathe again.”

Slowly, he nodded his head. He remembered that conversation.

“You also told me that you were planning on telling her once we got here.”

“Here?” he questioned as he looked around the tent. Taking a moment to listen, he realized that he could hear the ocean and seagulls.

“Brenda, where are we?” he asked as he moved past her and through the flap in the tent. 

Stepping out of the tent he was blinded by brightness and had to squeeze his eyes shut. Cracking them open slowly, it took a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust. 

The ocean sat in front of him, waves coming in slowly and people were amongst the crashing waves. The sound of laughter filled his ears and he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He noticed it was mostly younger kids and when he turned around he noticed that buildings were being erected.

He recognized a few people that they’d saved over the last year and some of the newer faces were faces from the WCKD compound when they freed Minho. Everyone seemed to be working on something. 

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Brenda asked as she came up beside him. 

“Did we really make it?” he asks, even he can hear the thick emotion in his voice as he looks around the place. 

“Welcome to the Safe Haven Thomas,” Brenda chuckles and he begins to laugh. 

Throwing his arms out, he whoops and laughs. The sound startles a few birds who take off out of the treeline and he watches them fly off. Hearing his name called, he turns around and see folks coming his way. 

People are calling his name and he sees Gally, Frypan, Jorge, Aris and others. He’s almost knocked over when Frypan runs into him and he can’t help hold onto the boy. 

There’s shouting around him and he can’t believe that they’re finally here. They’re finally home. They’re somewhere where they don’t have to worry about WCKD or Cranks… where no one has to die senselessly. 

He shook hands with and hugged people tightly and held onto them tightly. It was as Gally was gripping his shoulder that he saw a mop of light brown hair and piercing dark brown eyes. His heart stopped for a moment and he moved past Gally and made his way towards the pale skinny shank that he’d thought was dead.

“Newt?”

A fist connected with the side of his face and he was thrown to the side. Rubbing his jaw he looked over at the boy, “What was that for?!”

“Look around you, you shank,” Newt responded and Thomas did. He saw a happy place. A safe place. A place full of happy people and he didn’t understand. 

Turning back to Newt he asked what he was missing and Newt scoffed and turned around, walking away. Thomas went to chase after him that a grip on his arm stopped him. Turning back he saw that Gally had stopped him and was shaking his head. 

“Don’t - he needs some time,” Gally warned and Thomas shook him off. 

He started to rush after Newt when Gally and Brenda called his name. He ignored them at first but then Frypan called his name and he stopped in his tracks. 

Turning around, he looked at Frypan. He looked at Gally, at Brenda, and Aris and at Jorge and all of the happiness and joy that had just been there was gone. There was an almost perceptible  cloud that hung over the group and they all looked away. 

One by one they walked away. Many of them gripping his shoulder as they walk by until only Frypan is left. It was then that he realized that she was missing. That of all the faces he’d seen and all the voices he’d heard there was one missing. 

“Wait a second, where’s Y/N?” he asked his old friend before turning around his eyes immediately started searching the area for her. 

He didn’t see her immediately but noticed a group of people further north and started making his way towards them. It didn’t take him long to make it the group and he immediately knew that she wasn’t there. 

Other voices caught his attention and he followed the sound of voices through a group of trees. Breaking through the trees he found Sarah, Michael, Ruben, Mario, Julie, Anna…. A few others that he didn’t know the names of but you weren’t there. 

Turning around, he saw Frypan had followed him and he shook his head, “Frypan? Where is Y/N?”

Frypans face flashed in pain and she shook his head, “I’m sorry man.”

“What do you mean you’re sorry? Frypan… is she with someone?”

“Thomas…”

“Is she with Liam? Ben? Roman?” 

Frypans face had fallen and he was shaking his head, “It’s not like that man she-”

“Is she sick?!” He demanded and started to walk back through the trees. There would have been a med hut. That would have been one of the first things that they put up. As he walked through the trees, he asked over his shoulder, “Where’s the med hut Frypan?”

He kept going through the woods, picking up his speed until he was practically running through the raising buildings. Almost tripping over a couple people in his haste he found himself in what looked like the middle of the buildings but didn’t see her. 

He started moving when a voice called out, “Thomas stop!”

He looked over at Vince and shook his head, “Where’s Y/N?” 

“Damn it,” Vince muttered and Thomas saw the pain on his face before he asked, “No one’s told you?”

“Told me?” Thomas questions and Vince motions for him to sit down but Thomas shakes his head and takes a step backward. 

He knew what happened. He had to know… there was a reason that he couldn’t find her but no! No! She couldn’t be. 

She had to be okay. 

She had to be safe. 

She had to be okay… 

“Vince… Where’s Y/N?” he questioned again. The question was a low whisper and his voice shook as he waited for Vince to answer him. 

Vince was silent and Thomas could feel himself begin to shake. Shaking his head, he begged, “Please Vince… Where is Y/N?”

Vince walked towards him and he saw the hand reaching out to him before he jumped back, shoving the mans hand off his shoulder. 

Vince shook his head, “I’m sorry Thomas.”

“Vince… where is she?”

It was Newts voice answered, “She never made it back to berg and we couldn’t get a hold of her on any of the radio channels after.”

Newts voice was from behind him and Thomas didn’t have the strength to turn around.The words that hit his ears made whatever strength Thomas thought he had left disappear. Sinking to his knees he shook his head. 

“What do you mean she never made it back to the berg?”

“I mean she never made it back. She went after you and no one ever saw her again. We think she’s dead.” Newt told him as he came around to the front of him. “Her death is on you.”

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[zach-the-fox]

Furiends Episode 7: Broken with Power

It is a new day, and the friends gather once again. This time, their conference takes place at the Heroto Diner. They squeeze together in a round booth and get comfortable. After having washed off the last of the rainbow chemicals and rest from their time at the ruined laboratory, the gang finally chills without having to be in an eerie environment. Navy takes a big gulp of sweetened iced-tea as Emmy and Silus sip on their mugs of hot, steaming coffee. Eren, sitting besides his husband, holds a cup of hot tea in contrast with the newt. Niji and Zach, on the other hand, hold soda in their grips. Carly is the only one focused on the activity she creates in her drawing pad.

“Isn’t this nice?” asks the deer, smiling. “Sitting in at the diner and having a nice chomp on good food. The best part is, we’re all here together.”

“I second that,” Niji replies, reflecting his expression. “Nothing beats a good, old-fashioned burger and some french fries.”

“I agree!” adds the blue jay. “It’s so much better to have you guys here, unlike those cold-hearted animals known as Team Rescuers.” She turns to Zach. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bring that up.”

“No offense taken,” Zach tells her. “In fact, I’m happy to say I’m past all of that. You guys have helped me back on my feet and changed my life. You’re the greatest friends a fox could ask for.” Silus pats him on the back with glee.

Emmy looks to the cat. “Carly, can’t you work on drawing another time? We’re at the table with our friends.” Carly scoots away slightly to ignore her. “Come on. Don’t be so-” The warthog pauses as she notices the people of the diner begin eyeing the gang. “Um, does anyone get the feeling something’s wrong here?” The others see what she means, observing the specters of the eatery.

Eren leans closer to his lover’s chest. “Everyone is looking at us… Why are they looking at us? What must they think…?” Silus wraps two arms around him.

“We didn’t do anything,” Niji implies. “We’re just hanging out… Unless, they all think we’re weird because Zach is with us…”

“Maybe we should get out of here,” Zach suggests. “I feel like we’re attracting unwanted attention.”

“I second that,” Navy adds. “Besides, I’m feeling a little headache…” Everyone agrees, get out of their seats, and stand. Carly keeps her head in her sketchbook as she draws. Silus places money down on the table before the whole gang exits out the diner. The eyes of the other animals follow them as they disappear, and remain fixed on them through the glass as the others distance themselves from the diner.

“That was so strange,” Silus comments. “What is going on?”

The warthog halts beside the glass window of an electronic store, noticing her and her friends’ pictures on the screen mounted on the wall. “Guys, come look at the television right now…”

“Not now,” Carly says. “I’m working on something very-”

“We’re on the news!” the warthog interrupts. Everyone gathers by the screens and watches the news story.

“Welcome to Heroto News!” utters a well-dressed owl. “I am Helen Hooters with your regular news stories. We begin today with a warning to the town. Team Rescuers are advising us to be cautious of these seven figures shown here. We’ve been told that they were at the old ruined Heroto Laboratory last night and are have been acting suspicious. Team Rescuers and police are urging residents to be cautious.”

Silus remains fixed on the television. “What…? They’re thinking we’re suspicious? Of what? This is ridiculous…”

“We’re now going to turn to our breaking news,” the owl continues. “The Heroto orphanage had been ripped apart by a loud explosion. We go to you live on the spot with Camille Chicken.” The scene cuts to the orphanage building with a large hole in it and emergency services around the area.  

In front of the damaged structure stands a chicken in a trench coat. “Good morning, Helen. It is a surprising morning to everyone in Heroto as we have found the orphanage had blown up in the early morning hours. Residents have informed the news team that they heard a loud “boom” last night around 4:20 a.m., and are calling it an act of terror. Team Rescuers had combed through the site to find evidence that it was, indeed, a terrorist attack, after finding pieces of explosive materials around the area. There have been only mild to moderate injuries, and everyone who was involved in the blast should recover in the hospitals. People have been informing us that they’ve seen seven animals walking through town and suspect they are the culprits behind the attacks. Team Rescuers has advised us it’s the flawed fox and his freaky friends that hang about, but there is no word on whether they were the ones behind the attacks. This is Camille Chicken reporting to you from the Heroto Orphanage.”

“Thank you, Camille.” The shot returns to the owl. “Now, we’re unsure if these two events are related to each other, but it seems plausible at this time. Team Rescuers and police are urging caution. We now take you to Alan Hawk for the weather.”

“That can’t be good,” says Zach. “That can’t be good at all…”

“Indeed,” Emmy adds. “We better get out of here now before-”

“Flawed Fox and friends!” The gang turns to see Jay and the team appear before them. “You have made a grave mistake!”

“Oh, hello there, Team Rescuers” utters Navy. “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

“Can it, Canary! And, we had suspicions you would, Flawed Fox!” Jay marches up to the fox. “I know you always loathed the orphanage, and it’s a good enough motive to get you arrested!”

“Hold on.” Carly stands between the two animals. “What makes you so sure Zach was the one who blew up the orphanage? He was with us the whole time.”

“Indeed, you were,” says Miffy. “You seven have quite the nerve attack poor, defenseless children!”

Carly turns to her quickly. “What?!”

“We weren’t the ones who attack the orphanage!” cries Eren. “We were hanging out last night.”

“Yeah,” responds. “Hanging out by the old laboratory!” Eren flinches with fear. “You don’t think we know? You are all in big trouble! You’re coming with us!” She reaches for Zach and grabs him. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Flawed Fox!”

“Get off of him!” Carly smacks the sheep with her sketchbook, causing her to fall back. She then charges toward them, but Silus lifts her in the air and tosses her into a trashcan nearby.

Jay growls. “No one hurts my girlfriend!” He starts for the newt, clawing at him and scratching his torso, ripping his new shirt. Zach steps in and extends his arm across Jay’s face, punching him in the mouth and knocking him away. “That’s it! I’ll kill you, Flawed Fox!” He charges for the three, but then freezes within three meters of them as Navy stands in front and sticks out her leg, which connects with the area between his legs. The wolf covers his sensitive spot and stumbles to the ground.

Navy smiles. “I’ve always wanted to do that!”

“You’ve messed with the wrong group!” Kenji gets into his ready stance. “Prepare to face a master in martial arts!” Emmy stamps on the monkey’s foot, which causes him to lift and hold it before Niji quickly pushes him into the trash with Cindy.

“You criminals won’t get away with this!” As Miffy presses forward, Eren grabs her by the tail, yanks her, and spins her around. With enough momentum, he lets go and tosses her into a wall, where she’s stunned and dazed.

“Don’t ever mess with my husband!” Eren yells. The gang looks around as a crowd of angry citizens gather by them. “Uh… Uh oh…”

 “Let’s get out of here!” Emmy shouts. Silus lifts his lover and the fox up as everyone bolts away from the area with the mob. They run, faster and faster, as the yells and cries of the mob continue from behind them. The gang gets chased around blocks and corners. Eventually, they duck down into a sunken set of railway tracks. The gang travel into the tunnel and remain hidden from the mob. When they no longer hear the cries and yells of the townsfolk, the friends stop and rest in place by the mouth of the tracks.

“Phew,” comments Navy. “That was close… Who would’ve thought people would become agitated quickly…?”

Silus places the deer and fox down. “Sorry about that, Zach. Just thought I’d help you move.”

“It’s okay,” Zach tells him. “I appreciate it…” He turns to the others. “That was amazing… The way you all took on Team Rescuers…”

“You did well, too,” says Carly, smiling. “It was a nice punch against Jay. Did it feel good?” Zach nods.

“Friends always stick up for each other,” Emmy implies. “That’s what we do. It’s too bad that everyone, including Team Rescuers, will be after us, now…”

“That’s just great,” Niji starts. “Now the whole town thinks we’re terrorists…”

“W-what do we do now?” asks Eren. “We can’t go back up to our homes… Team Rescuers will be waiting for us up there…”

“But we didn’t do anything!” Navy utters. “How could they blame us for something we didn’t do?!”

“I don’t know,” Zach responds. “They’re just blaming us because-” The fox pauses and holds his head. “Ugh!”

Carly moves closer to him. “You okay, Zach? What’s gotten into you?”

“My head,” the fox tells her. “I-it hurts so much! It’s like a hammer is banging on my skull a million times!”

“You should take s-” The cat mirrors the fox’s move and flinches, trembling. “Ow! Ugh, I don’t feel so good…”

Emmy heads over to them with worry. “We should see if we -” The warthog pauses, then quickly kneels to the ground as she grudges her stomach. “A-ah! W-what is happening?! Why does my body ache so much?!” Soon, the others join them in agony as pain fill their minds, bodies, and senses. All they could do is endure it, with no help or relief. The friends moan, groan, tremble, grit, and clench as their suffering continues. Half of them lie on the ground as the rest lean against the wall, wishing it would all stop. And then, just like that, the torture ceases.

“W-what just happened?” Eren asks, getting off the floor. “What was all of that about?”

“Hold on!” Niji puts his paws on the area between his legs. “I have to use the bathroom real bad!” He runs away fast, then returns within fifteen seconds. “Phew.” Everyone stares at him in bewilderment. “What?”

“Oh my god!” Emmy yells. “How did you do that?!”

“I don’t know… But, I feel like I should run around, all of a sudden…”

“You have super speed!” exclaims Navy. “That’s so cool! Wait, why do I feel like my wings are tingling?” She lifts them up and pushes them down fast, producing a huge gust of wind down the tunnel, strong enough to push all the garbage out. “Holy! Did I just do that?! Whoa…”

Eren looks down at his paws. “My arms feel tingly…” Navy flaps her wings again, picking up more debris, which fly at the deer. “Oh!” He moves his arm so fast to defend himself, which knocks away the cans. Eren then lowers his arms. “W-what the?! Oh my grob! I have lightening speed in my arms!”

Carly looks over at the garbage the bird tosses around. “Navy, stop making a mess.” She extends her arm. “Clean it up now before-” The objects around her glow a bright light blue as the trash float and zoom away from the tunnel. “What the heck did I just do?!”

“Cool!” Navy comments. “Looks like you’ve got telekinesis!”

Emmy holds her head, hearing the wolf speak. She turns to him quickly as he continues on about how annoying Navy is becoming. “I agree, Niji. Navy should control herself.”

Niji faces her. “Huh?! How did you know what I was thinking?! I didn’t say anything!”

“I thought you were talking.” Emmy’s expression turns to surprise; showing her eyelids pulled back she notices him saying things without moving his lips. “I-I’m reading your mind… That’s insane!”

Zach holds his head. “Why does my head feel tingly… I am sensing something-” His face changes to surprise fast. “There’s a train coming! Look out!” His prediction rings true as a railroad car speeds toward the gang. Everyone runs down the tunnel, but cannot go fast enough to outrun it.

Silus stands on the tracks and extends his arms out toward the fast transport. The train keeps going, but halts in place as it touches the newt’s palms. The others stop and turn around, looking at the grey newt with shock. Silus himself examines the work that he’s done. “Oh… My… God…” He then pushes the cars in the opposite direction with great force.

“So,” Niji starts. “Zach has super sense, and Silus has super strength… Good to know…”

“We have super powers,” concludes Eren. “That’s incredible… How did we get super powers?”

Zach gasps, tracing his thoughts back to the event that lead up to this point. “The chemicals from the laboratory! The ones Niji spilled all over us! That’s how we’ve got them!”

“I’m down with that,” Navy says. She pushes the empty cans with her wind again. “Man, this is “super” cool.”

Niji smiles. “Look at us! We’re like superheroes!”

“Hm.” Carly puts her paw on her chin. “That actually gives me an idea. We should start our own little super gang with our new abilities. We can blow Team Rescuers out of the water and show Heroto what real heroes are. We’d be better than them.” Everyone hesitates with her suggestion, but then soon come to an agreement on it.

“Just one question,” adds Eren. “Where are we going to go? We’re wanted by the whole town, and I’m pretty sure Team Rescuers will be out looking for us.”

“We can hide down here, actually,” Zach implies. “There’s an abandoned subway terminal just down the line on the third set of tracks. Been abandoned for years, and no one ever uses it.”

“Ooo!” Navy smiles as she holds her wings together by her beak. “I like the sound of that! Very interesting! Wait, how the heck do you know about that?”

“When I was with Team Rescuers, we intercepted Capital Corp using the tunnel, but we – I mean Team Rescuers – battled and pushed them out.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Carly tells him. “We should get our essentials if we’re going to set up down here, too.”

“And how are we going to do that with Team Rescuers and the townspeople above us, waiting to hurt us?” Silus queries.

“We’ll go at night,” Niji suggests. “That way no one can see us. Also, I’m super-fast, which means we’ll get everything down here quickly.”

Eren looks at Zach. “Lead us to the abandoned station, Zach. Once we head there, we should go out when it gets dark so we can retrieve our stuff.”

“It’s right this way.” Zach traces the third track down into the tunnel with the gang following him. “It’s going to be a bit of a long walk, but it should be safe enough to hide in.”

Emmy has her hoof on her chin as she follows the fox. “I’m starting to grow weary of Team Rescuers…” @carlycmarathecat​ @emmy-the-absolute-goof​ @ask-choro-mama​ @rainbow-strike​ @pink-unicorn-blood​

[polygon-streams]

22/04/19 - Jenna & Pat streaming Days Gone

Pat and Jenna are streaming Days Gone for one hour because that’s how much they’re allowed to show us. The game is about fighting zombies (”freakers”), other humans, and keeping the main character’s brother alive, but mostly actually about riding a hog around. They also discuss the horror genre, Alien vs Aliens and if you can pet dogs in this game.

Link to the VOD.

The stream starts with a “Stay Tuned” screen, but Jenna is welcoming people in the chat.

“I’m just oiling my bike up, polishing my decals.”

“Yes I am steaming up my hawg”

Pat enters the chat to say “Yeehog”

Video starts at just after 6:00, Pat begins by saying “Yeehog” out loud, Jenna echoes back, Pat then immediately goes to fix sound levels

Jenna’s bike is named “The Tenderloin” and we’ll see why when she starts running down some zombies

Jenna’s played about 10 hours of this game, but we’re back to a specific save

Pat: “It seems like a video game” Jenna: “It certainly is that”

Subs get turned on, game audio gets turned down, Jenna says writing of the game is surprisingly good

Jenna: “about to make some friends”, Jenna then attacks and kills a man with a bat

Stealth is important in this game, freakers (zombies) can take a lot of damage, but stealth attacks allow one hit kills

Explanation of the game: it is like Last of Us, but with “sick hogs”

“There were no hogs in Last of Us, which I think is one of the biggest shortcomings.” - Pat

This is one hour into the game play and they’re only allowed to show us one hour of the game from this point, if they go over time Sony will send a biker gang and Jenna will be in trouble for being “too cool a biker”

An important mechanic of the game is marking “boyos” with binoculars, because enemies wander and it tracks their health

Pat thinks zombies sound like they are eating spaghetti. He also makes spaghetti eating noises. Don’t like that.

Jenna hasn’t had an issue with ammo management, Pat is excited for some “hog action”

Chat asks if the game is running at 60 fsp. Pat: “My gamer eyes tell me big no”

Chat really likes Pat’s gamer eyes

Embargo on this game is apparently pretty strict and maybe the lower fps is a preview setting

“Should we go deal with Crazy Willie’s infestation?” - Pat

Pat: “Oh, cool, you got a fleshlight” Jenna: “Uh, yeah, I guess you could call it that”

Pat, at the chat: “I said flashlight, why is everyone being weird?” (No, you didn’t)

The controller starts speaking and neither of them like it

They’re talking about hogs now, Jenna: “Hog ride real good”, “Hell yes you can drift this hog”, her previous hog got “metroided” (Pat’s word)

Jenna just ran over a zombie for chat. She did that for us.

Someone from chat says “Jenna is too good at games to know what happens when you fuck up”, Jenna is one with the hog, in tune with it

Jenna doesn’t like zombies surprise attacking her since she’s talking on stream

She goes to deal with a zombie infestation and keeps saying she’ll “release the Molly” (Molotov cocktails), she is nervous because there weren’t many zombies inside the nest

Apparently the freakers eat each other ??? like when one of them is dead, the other will eat it

Jenna kills a zombie, Pat: “Knife to meet you”

She said that if you kill a zombie, you keep their EAR!!

There are children zombies, which are called newts, and adult zombies will sometimes attack and kill them, which is “something”

There are human enemies in this game as well, Jenna: “as we all know, humanity is the true monster”

Pat says the zombs seem really dumb

He thinks they’re too easy to kill, but I think Jenna is just too good at gaming

They’re talking about horror! (timestamp 27:30, if you want a discussion about the origin of zombies in this game and whether they are infected or not)

Jenna says that she keeps thinking we’re over zombies, but we’re not, she predicts environmental horror as next big thing

“We’re seeing an emergence of horror movies where people without disabilities are forced to live the life of people with disabilities. Which isn’t great.” Go off Jenna.

Pat talks about Godzilla and climate change, also he thinks the new Godzilla looks good because it looks like a bunch of big monsters fighting

Pat asks Jenna what her favourite horror archetypes are

Jenna likes witches, but doesn’t like how a lot of the stuff is like “what if we were right for burning witches”, she also likes undead and cult stories

Jenna doesn’t like and understand the grading - she got 44% and doesn’t understand why

Pat says he thinks it looked boring, Jenna says she’s already done this story, so she knew what to expect

Continuing with horror (timestamp 31:00): Alien or Aliens? Pat likes the first one more, the second one is “a bunch of James Cameron bullshit”, they then discuss why they like the first film more

They are wondering how much of a good guy the main character is, as he kills nearly all other humans he meets, Pat: “and then a book about their murder plans falls from their body”

Oh we’re meeting Jenna’s in-game brother. A cult burned his arm because they didn’t like his tattoos. Pat doesn’t like his tattoos either. Jenna appreciates the aesthetic of a full head tattoo.

Jenna likes that every time the main character is asked where his brother is, he tells a different lie about his location.

Pat asks about “bike juice”, they then discuss game mechanics regarding the bike

Jenna’s having some hog trouble, she ran into a fence.

Jenna’s riding to go “fuck up some humans who have done nothing to us, but someone’s paying us to do it”

Oh shoot Jenna drove too far into the human’s camp and everyone is swarming to the bike, she stealth kills some from a bush, then runs away while shooting from an AK, Pat provides extra sound effects

Someone from chat asks what happens when you die, Pat says that that’s a difficult philosophical question, another ask is if the main character is going to hell, Jenna says definitely, there was some drug delivering she had to do

Jenna killed another guy with a wooden plank, Pat: “You just introduced him to the newest millennial trend: planking.”

Chat is mad at Pat for that

They discuss Rockstar-type open world games and having to do stuff for characters you don’t like

Jenna: “You know he’s [main character] a good guy, because he let that one woman go, despite killing ten people just before.”

Everyone in chat is saying that Deacon, main character, is a true feminist (probably because he saved that one woman???)

Pat points out that the location of the game is Bend, Oregon, the location of the last Blockbuster. Jenna will keep her eyes peeled for it.

“I feel like zombie fiction just gave up on scary and just goes for stressful.” - Pat

My cat just showed up to cuddle with me and I just think that’s worth noting.

Someone from chat notes that they got a blueprint for a spike bat, because you can’t just hammer nails into a bat, need a plan for that

The in-game brother says to the main character that “That code of yours is gonna get you killed”, Jenna repeats that to Pat, is this a running joke/thing for them? (Pat nods in response)

Pat has started yawning

Jenna starts riding and says “Hogs up, boys” (timestamp 51:47, I recommend listening to it), Pat asks, while laughing, if that’s what bikers say when they start riding, Jenna says that that’s what this biker says and repeats it, Pat laughs more

Pat: “Hills are sort of nature’s bike ramps”

They’ve decided to close out the stream “just ridin’”

Oh Jenna’s STUNTIN, she drives into a tree, Pat: “you are immune to trees”

Except she just ran into some people and has to kill them

She’s just freed Charlie Day from a hostage situation

Apparently the studio that made this also made Bubsy 3D? I don’t know what that is. Pat verified that with a quick google.

Pat asked if she can drive the bike into water, it killed both the bike and the main character

Pat yawns again

Jenna took out some more humans and then stunted too hard

“Ooh my bike’s really smokin’ isn’t it?” - Jenna

“It’s vapin’. You got a vape bike now.” - Pat

Jenna says that biking is the best part of the game.

Jenna’s hog has run out of juice and they’ve just decided to end the stream there

The game will be out on the 26th, that is it. 

Jenna, rotating the camera: “Here’s Deacon. He’s doing his best, but that involves a lot of murder.”

Lighting round: haven’t seen other outfits for Deacon, can do hog upgrades, can do new weapons, the bike has a decal and a bandana (it’s part of Jenna’s gang)

Final note: Jenna hasn’t seen any dogs in the game, but there are wolves. You cannot pet the wolves, more “die by their hands”.

They might stream this game again once it’s out of embargo, they’ll stream also when they have other games they want to show us.

Pat has got the lunch time sleepies and that’s why he’s yawning, he says that Deacon is a bastard and “hog up, boys”, and that’s the end of the stream.

[sunriseverse]

For a prompt do you think you do the Newmann variation on "shoutout to the time my mom was hammered and i heard her trying to tell my dad that she murdered her first husband years ago and my dad very patiently said “i saw glenn in an elevator last week”"?

[rolls up three days late with a fic in hand] hope y'all like this…..ridiculous thing

“This was a bad idea,�� Newt mutters, Hermann’s arm slung over his shoulder, barely managing to keep the both of them upright; Hermann’s grip on his cane tenuous at best as he leans into Newt’s side fully, eyes half-lidded, a dopey smile on his face.

Amara shakes her head; mock-disgust. “You should’ve thought of that before you went out, maybe? And here I thought you were a genius.”

Newt scowls at her, slightly cross-eyed, and hisses, “I am!”

She flashes him an indulgent smile. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Doc. Oh—” She means to warn him, but it’s too late; Hermann’s already tripping, dragging the shorter man down with him to the ground with a startled huff.

For a second, she thinks he’s going to start yelling at Newt about being clumsy, but then—

He giggles.

It’s almost a hiccough, but then he does it again and Amara realises, a delighted grin spreading across her face, that Hermann Gottlieb just giggled. Holy shit.

“Holy shit,” she says, out loud, “Doc, do you have a—? Oh man, I have to record this, I’m never—”

“Don’t you dare,” Hermann hisses from the floor, untangles himself, partway, from Newt, and then when Newt reaches for his pocket, slaps his wrist. “I’m going to kill you, Newton, I will—I will murder you, you’ll join Vanessa in the grave—”

Newt ignores his protests; tosses her the phone; says, slowly, as if speaking to a small child, to Hermann, “Babe, I saw Vanessa in the elevator last week.”

Hermann sputters while Amara turns the phone on, deftly typing in the passcode—"Hey! That's—!“"The day of your wedding, Doc, easy, you’re such a closet romantic,"—and then says, to Newt, "Make him do it again.”

“No,” Hermann says, warningly, tries to pull himself up; unsuccessfully, in part, because Newt drags him back down again, a spark of mischief in his eyes, “Newton Geiszler, don’t you dare—!”

But it’s too late; Newt’s hooked his fingers beneath Hermann’s ribs, lightly, and Amara’s got the camera on, recording as the physicist rolls around on the ground, giggling helplessly as Newt tickles him.

“I h—hate—I—,” he gasps, unable to properly string together a sentence through his laughter; the glare he tries to level at them lacking intensity due to the combined factors of being plastered—he’s actually surprisingly put-together, given the amount he drank—and Newt’s relentless assault.

Finally, though, Newt falls back, lets the other slide to the ground, panting. “I detest you with every fibre of my being,” Hermann grunts, once he can finally breathe. “You as well, Cadet Namani.”

“Oh cheer up, you grump,” Newt shoots back. “‘mara, pass me the phone.”

For a moment, she debates not doing so; he knows what she’s thinking, she can tell, and he wags a warning finger at her. “Phone, please.”

“Oh, fine,” she huffs, “but if you never use it…”

“What do you take me for, Hermann?” he scoffs. “Nah, man, this is prime blackmail material, thanks. C'mon, let’s get you to bed.” The last bit’s directed at Hermann, who glares, alternatingly, dourly, at the two of them as Newt helps him up. “Oh, c'mon,” Newt laughs, “it’s not like you haven’t done anything similar to me before.”

“Yes, but—” he flounders, scowls. “It’s not comparable.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Newt replies, indulgently. “Good night, Amara.”

“Goodnight, Doc, goodnight Doctor G,” she returns, and watches as they make their way down the hallway towards their rooms, and, without meaning to, finds a small smile tugging at her own lips.

Hermann’s first words to Newt the next morning are, “I need a cup of tea, now,” followed by, once he’s no longer blinking dazedly at the wall, “I detest you. You’re a pest. Why did I ever agree to this—this—”

“Marriage,” Newt offers cheerily, and refills the teacup, a thin wisp of steam curling up off of the surface.

The other scowls at him, but doesn’t refute it. “You’re a pest,” he says, again, instead.

“But a cute one.”

“…that depends on what one defines as 'attractive’,” Hermann says, after a pause, and sighs. “Which, apparently, in my case, includes you.”

Newt laughs. “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad, am I?”

“You really are.”

“Well, for the record, I think you’re cute too,” Newt teases, “I dreamed that one day I’d be whisked away by a knight in shinning armour, but I think I prefer my knight in shinning wool and chalk dust better.”

“Newton,” Hermann scolds, but there’s no heat in it, not with the way that a faint blush has rissen on his cheeks, the corners of his eyes crinkling despite his attempts not to smile.

Newt grins. “Hey, man, it’s mutual. I think we’ve both wanted to bang—”

“Newton!” Hermann hisses, going scarlet. “I—you—”

“Sex is a perfectly natural—”

“No. Shut up. I cannot deal with this at this hour in the morning, I cannot,” Hermann interrupts.

“Make me.”

“Oh, you—”

[orionwhispers]

🍒 Hey, Lolita, Hey! 🍒 ; Tommy Shelby

(A/N - Wow!! Its been a long time, sorry for my absence, I suck! Lana Del Rey is one of my favourite artists of all time and Lolita inspired this imagine, because as Im sure you have all figured out now in my head Tommy is brought to his knees by a small country girl who he adores. I know my characters are all similar but i can’t help it lol! Thank you for your patience and PLEASE let me know your thoughts on this, kisses and hugs my angels xoxox also - lolita is one of my fave books and i would never romanticise pedophilia or anything gross like that, this character is of age and entirely consenting all that good stuff!)

Part Two 

There was one thing Thomas Shelby was not, and that was a babysitter. He was respected and powerful, wise beyond his years with no time for childish antics or immaturity, he had a business to run, one that required his undivided attention. He was surrounded by an aura of dominance and authority, as grey as the smoke that passed his full lips, engulfing those around him and contaminating them with his darkness. In contrast, you're a beacon of light, radiating youth and enchantment - so bright you rivalled the sun, illuminating everyone you came in contact with your exhilarating nature. Maybe that’s why you became so close, two opposite sides of the spectrum drawn together like magnets, unaware that you needed the other to help balance yourselves out.

You were Michaels best friend from childhood, except, when you knew him he was Henry. You grew up in cottages side by side, with matching rose vines blossoming up the brickwork and sharing a stream at the bottom of your garden. Ever since he was adopted by his foster parents you became as thick as thieves, sharing secrets until the sun set and rose again behind the clouds that consumed your neighbourhood. You paddled in the water, catching frogs and newts with your bare hands, splashing each other until your mother ran out, shrieking at you for ruining your new dress. As the years passed and you slipped into adolescence you remained just as close, stealing whisky from your parents and drinking it on the roof of an abandoned house, staying up till midnight in the cornfields, laughing until you burst into tears of pure elation.

Everyone was convinced you would end up together, your mothers sharing tea and tales about what your children and future home would look like. The both of you would roll your eyes, teasing and giggling the other relentlessly, knowing that although the bond you shared was unbreakable, you never once thought of the other romantically. Deep down though, despite his toothy grins and the adventures you shared, you knew Michael wasn’t happy in the country. He was brilliant, destined for a life more than just meadows and wildflowers, as much as it pained you, you knew your best friend would eventually leave.

That’s why, when he came rushing to your house, scaling the vines and darting in through your window as he had always done - (despite the door being constantly unlocked) - and he breathlessly told you about the suited man who had visited him, telling him about his birth mother, you grabbed his face and demanded he leave. You both knew it was for the best, and you helped him pack his bags and fix his best tie as he prepared to start a new chapter in his life, both of you wiping away tears as you remembered your fondest memories spent in the village, grateful for the fact that it brought you impossibly close.

“Oi! You better not forget about me.” You teased, wiping away droplets from your rosy cheeks as you watched him board the train, ready to start his new life.

He rolled his eyes dramatically, “Please. Like you’ll get rid of me that easily, we both know we’re stuck with each other forever.”

His words were beyond true, and no sooner than a week later a letter arrived at your doorstep, it was on fancy paper only available in the inner city and you fingered it gently, running your hands over the words as if they would fade from the page. It described how he had met his birth mother and had been welcomed into a new family - he seemed hesitant to describe them but you didn’t mind, your heart soaring at the happiness leaking from the ink. Despite his stupid pride, he was truthful about how much he missed you, and how it wasn’t the same without seeing you every day, and you agreed, missing the connection you shared. He was adamant that you would come visit, telling you how he was desperate to show you around and introduce you to his family, you beamed with pride, running inside to get your ink and write back.

A year passed and the only way you communicated was through your weekly letters. Without fail, every Friday morning as you drank your tea sweetened with sugar and honey, you perched on the window seat eagerly, unable to stop the grin as you saw the postman’s statement bag from behind the gate. You’d rush outside and tear it open, laying in the grass as you read his weekly update, missing him with your whole heart. You had so badly wanted to go and visit him, but things were more complicated than you anticipated.

Not only did you still have school to complete, but village life was all you had ever known, and you soon got sucked into the routine of feeding animals, taking care of the children and tending to the plants. The letters were the tear in your familiarity, exposing you to a world beyond what you knew. Despite the miles of distance between you both, conversation flowed like it had never stopped, your friendship evident on the pieces of parchment paper travelling across the country. It was something you never knew you needed, for you, it was the idea of a life outside what you knew, more than rivers and fields, that idea that you were possibly destined for more. For Michael, it was a reminder of where he came from and who he had left behind, as he slipped more into a Peaky Blinder, your letters would bring him back to sanity, reminding him of the good in the world.

The Friday following your eighteenth birthday and the start of summer, you were watering the sunflowers blooming below your windowsill when you heard the crunch of the gravel behind you. You twisted at the sound and gleefully took the letter from the weary postman, seemingly tired from the weekly trek he made to your cottage. You thanked him as you felt the package in between your fingers, it was much larger than before, and you could feel a slip of something between the edges of your hands. You ripped it open, your heart hammering as you saw the train ticket, fragile and delicate between your shaking palms and printed in large red letters, Birmingham. Placed behind you could see Michaels tell-tale handwriting but instead of pages of detail, there was only a line.

“Happy Birthday. Come and visit me, no excuses this time. I’ve missed you.”

Much to the rest of the Shelby’s amusement, Polly was a nervous wreck, ever since Michael had announced he had invited you to come stay with them, she had been cleaning and dusting relentlessly. Tommy rolled his eyes as she pushed his feet off of her coffee table, wiping it down for the third time since he had arrived. “You know, Pol, I hardly think this new guest is going to be judging you on the woodwork.” She gave him one of her hardened stares and he held his hands up in mock defeat, sucking on the end of a cigarette and turning the newspaper. “I don’t see why you’re being like this - isn’t she just one of Michaels friends from the country?”

She stopped mid-wipe, placing her hands on her hips and staring him down like a tigress. “She’s his best friend.” She emphasised the words as if they would have any significance to him, he resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose, he had work to do, and he hoped that his cousin wouldn’t keep him busy with childish antics. “Not like you know the meaning of those words.” She added slyly, dusting the bookcase with far too much vigour, sending speckles of dust into the air. “You know how much he goes on about her, it’s sweet. I want everything to go well, She knew him all those years I didn’t… she knows a side of him I don’t.”

Her voice was unusually soft and it made Tommy rub a hand over his eyes reluctantly, he met Polly’s expectant gaze and nodded, a small signal of mutual agreement - he would be nice. He didn’t have any high expectations and hoped the two of you would leave him in peace, he had no need for two teenagers to mess around in his business, his plan was to hole himself in his office for the duration of your stay. He grabbed his jacket and pocket watch, checking the time quickly and making an exit as he realised he was late for a meeting, he offered a salute of departure as he heard his Aunt’s voice cut through the brisk air. 

“I swear, if you mess this up for him Thomas, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

He rolled his eyes, she was back.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, Birmingham seemed as foreign to you as Mars, but that day as you stepped off the train onto the platform, stomach twisting into gnarled knots from your nerves, and you saw the familiar face of your best friend, it felt like home. His transition was shocking though, at first. His hair was shorter, the blonde fading chestnut from his lack of sun, he was taller and broader, and had an aura of power surrounding him, you could tell from the way people avoided his gaze, slinking back like he was a wild dog. His accent was different as well, thicker and he spoke slower, more eloquently as if he had rehearsed every word that fell from his lips. Any qualms you had about seeing him dissolved though, as soon as you saw his trademark eyes and soft smirk, his lips twisting as he enveloped you in his arms. Beneath the fancy suits and rolls of cigarettes, he was still your Henry.

Polly adored you. She was the one you were most terrified of meeting. You knew Michael was adopted, and even as a small child he spoke of his Mother as if she was a Queen from the storybooks you would share, it broke your heart to find out the truth - and your sympathy and genuine kindness made you and Polly close, your heart of gold unusual in Birmingham. The three of you would spend all day and most of the night sharing stories, you could have filled up a book with hilarious anecdotes of your childhood adventures, Polly snorting with unrefined laughter as you reminisced about Michael falling down a well. You were the closest thing she had to the boy Michael once was and loved the fact that you brought a childish glimmer to his ocean eyes.

The days passed and you slowly became more intertwined with the roots of Michaels new life, he opened up to you about the family business and introduced you to his cousins Arthur, John and Finn. They were kind and hilarious, welcoming you with big smiles and hugs as if you were a long-lost family member. You also bonded with Isaiah, sharing a talented knack for teasing Michael and knowing how to exactly get under his skin and make him squirm with embarrassment, the three of you laughing till the sun rose in the Garrison.

Coincidently, that was the first place you met Tommy. It was a particularly hot evening and after Michael enthusiastically showing you around his new kingdom, he dragged you into the pub for something bitter and unfamiliar. You were never much of a drinker, only occasionally stealing liquor from your parent's cabinets and stealing swigs under the stars, but you were desperate for some relief from the unrelenting heat. Arthur and John noticed your arrival, both men beyond tipsy and waving for you to join their booth, you smiled as you slunk in next to them, smelling sour spirits and old cigarettes. Michael returned with a pint of something that smelt and looked like petrol and you raised an eyebrow, laughing as he winked and murmured. “Birmingham's finest.”

It was hot and spicy on your tongue, but refreshing and it didn't take you long until you had downed the glass, enjoying the buzz it gave you. You weren’t sure how long had passed but soon you were giggling like a little girl, already drunk, the blood rushing to your head. You thew your hair back as John told a dirty joke, and you nestled deeper into the arm Michael had swung over your shoulders, at some point he had plucked the flower from the vase on the table and tucked it behind your ear, singing a drunken rendition of a lullaby from your childhood.

“Tommy boy!” Arthurs voice was booming and made you wince from the sudden intrusion. You blinked away the headache forming and tried to focus on the figure in front of you. You almost audibly gasped but managed to close your mouth before you could let it slip, you hoped the blush rising to your cheeks seemed like natural flush from the alcohol and heat but even still you hid behind your loose hair. The man acknowledged his brother momentarily but kept his eyes on you, impassive and emotionless, making you quiver under his stare. Up close he was even more beautiful than you originally imagined, his eyes were the colour of the summer sky and you felt even dizzier as you melted under his gaze. He radiated domination and pure power and you felt beyond intimidated, but so intrigued, his beauty making him an enigma you were desperate to uncover.

To your surprise, he extended a palm, so cool and collected it made you shiver. “You must be, (Y/N)” His confidence was alluring and you nodded in return, reaching across the sticky table to meet his fingers, unable to ignore the spark as your hands connected. “Thomas Shelby.” You simply stared in return, getting helplessly lost in those eyes, feeling hot and drunk and unable to form any kind of sentences. “I’ll be seeing you around.” it wasn’t a question or a friendly remark, it was a statement, one that made your knees buckle, only snapping out of your daze as you heard John snigger.

“What?”

He lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke into the humidity. “I think Tommy has seen something he likes.”

You weren’t what he was expecting. Truth be told he had forgotten all about you, his mind wrapped up in business deals and endless meetings, and he had simply slipped into the Garrison on his way home looking for something strong to numb his thoughts. He wasn’t expecting to see you there, with loose hair and flushed cheeks, captivating everyone around you unknowingly. He hadn’t expected his jaw to clench at the sight of his cousin's arm around your shoulders, heavy and strong against your small and delicate frame. The heat rose inside him unconsciously, even though he had no reason to be jealous of such a small and simple gesture, especially one directed at a girl he didn't even know.

He shrugged the feeling off and remained impassive, extending a hand as he drank you in like a glass of water after a scorching day. He roamed over your features, freckles from the sun sprouting along your nose, eyes big like a young doe’s and lips prominent. It was your skin that made him stop though, impossibly smooth despite the few blemishes of adolescence, untainted from smoke or age, no wrinkles from laughter or sadness. Simply glossy and beautiful, dewy from the heat and unbridled with years of drinking or fighting. He fought off the thoughts in his head as he left the pub, fondling the smoke between his fingers as he slid into his car. You were just a child, you were innocent.

Three days passed without any contact between you both, Tommy caught up with his business and you enjoying spending the days with your best friend. It was just approaching mid-afternoon, the sun was high in the sky and even Tommy had to shrug off his jacket as he approached Polly’s door. He gave three rapid knocks against the wood, waiting a millisecond before sighing in annoyance at the lack of response and unlocking the door with a spare set of keys.

“Pol?”

He ran a hand over his brow as he entered the hallway, searching for any sign of his Aunt. He was feeling impatient, inwardly annoyed at the fact she wasn’t immediately answering - even though he had arrived unannounced. Walking through the kitchen he pressed a hand to the teapot resting by the sink, frowning when the ceramic was cold to his touch and opened his mouth to call one last time.

“Polly?”

“Sorry, you just missed her.”

He turned to the noise, enthralling him like a bell against the wind, soft and gentle. You were stood in the doorway, hair loose and your dress hitting just below your knees, showing slivers of sun-kissed skin. Fire was brewing in the pit of your stomach from the mere sight of the older man and you turned your face to the sink, heading over to wash your mud stained hands to escape his gaze. You cleared your throat at the silence that lasted a millisecond too long, feeling like a school girl with a crush as you felt his eyes trawl across you.

“She just left, with Michael - they went to the betting shop, I think they had some work left behind.” You almost bit your tongue to stop yourself from rambling, but you were embarrassed and insecure, feeling like a complete and utter child. You knew he probably already thought of you as a burden, especially after your ridiculous encounter at the Garrison, and now barefoot in a sundress in Polly’s kitchen, you felt like a field mouse encountering a fox.

“And they left you.”

It was a simple statement and you couldn't decipher any hidden meaning behind it, your anxious nature wondering if it was a dig at you - perhaps he thought you were unable of doing mathematics or simply too stuck up to help out with the family business. You ran your tongue over your teeth momentarily as you turned off the faucet, wiping your palms with a tea towel and shrugging your shoulders.

“Michael doesn’t want me involved.”

“Overprotective, eh?”

“We’ve been best friends since we were kids, we both are of each other.”

Tommy’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes lighting up with a flicker of humour that you couldn't read as he lit a cigarette. Even an action as simple and collected as bringing the smoke between his lips made you feel uneasy at the sheer authority and power he held over any situation. Being alone in a room with him made you feel small and meek, but you couldn’t help but yearn for him, his dominance and beauty were unrivalled with anything you had met before and you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

Unhappy with the silence that engulfed you both, you lifted your leg to scratch your ankle with the underside of your foot, unknowingly lifting your dress an inch higher. You watched as his eyes darted to the flesh that had slipped out, the momentary blip in his demeanour making you regain a sliver of confidence, your eyes meeting properly for the first time.

He was first to break contact, back to his impassive and in-control state. “You been gardening?” The causal dip in conversation made you stammer but after noticing his eyes drift to the stems and tools strewn beside the sink you nod, toying with your fingers.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to thank Pol for everything, she mentioned she loved Violets and I saw some when I was at the market, thought I could surprise her.” Your words were dainty, even with your slight country accent they glided across Tommy’s ears like the finest silk, much to his displeasure at the effect you were having on him.

You noticed the change in the air and tried to brush away your inner discomfort, “I’ll ask her to ring when she’s back? I’ll tell her you stopped by…” You paused, “Thomas.” His good looks and character made you feel small and once again you diverted your attention to the tiling, sure that by now you could memorise the pattern in your sleep.

Footsteps made you tilt your head, and exhale from deep in your chest as you noticed how close you both were now. Without warning his thumb skimmed across the side of your cheek, making your heart hammer madly. He tilted it so you could see the calloused underside was covered in speckles of dirt and immediately your hand shot up, your face turning as pink as the salmon coloured roses outside.

“Call me Tommy,” You nodded, sucking on your tongue for comfort as his ocean eyes bore into yours, a confident smirk on his beautiful features and you inwardly cringed that he knew the impact he had on you. Without warning, he turned to the door, grabbing his coat and box of matches, back facing you as you scrambled to pull yourself together. “It’s a shame.” You looked up, confusion evident on your features, the summer breeze mingling into the cottage as he held the front door open. “Me and Michael, I don’t wanna fall out with him.” His voice was so even and calm you weren’t sure you were hearing him properly, your brows were knotted together in surprise and he answered for you, “but one thing you should know about me - I always get what I want.”

From then on Tommy took every opportunity to watch you from afar. He observed you from a distance, admiring the little quirks and mannerisms that made you, but he remained impassive, refusing to be submerged into you entirely - he had a reputation to uphold after all. However, it was much harder than he thought. During intense family meetings at Polly’s, his eyes would travel to you outside, sat in the sun away from the drama, tanned legs tangled together, reading a book in the grass. Your laughter would hit him like the brisk winter air as it flowed into his office as you giggled down the hall with Michael, forcing him to get up and shut the door, despite it ringing in his ears like wind chimes. You would catch his eye at the Garrison, swallowing pints of bitter as large as your head, or sneak glances at you as you roamed arm in arm with Michael around Birmingham, radiating the cobbled streets with your infectious smile.

One particular morning, as Polly stirred milky tea and spoke about business, he diverted his gaze to you outside. Standing on your tiptoes to hang bundles of washing onto the line, face flushed from the heat and tongue caught between your lips in concentration as you fiddled with the pegs. Feeling eyes on you, he watched as you turned to face him, squinting momentarily from the sun only to blink it away once you recognised the familiar face, you offered him a playful wink, your confidence and cheekiness surprising you both. You grabbed the empty basket and walked away, and Tommy frowned inwardly when he realised he didn’t want you to go.

The sound of clashing china brought him from the depths of his own mind as Polly slammed the cups onto the saucers lining the table. She gave him a pointed look as he sighed when the liquid sloshed onto his sleeve, he went to open his mouth but Polly cut him off, “Stop sniffing around that girl, Tom.” Upon seeing his expression she put both her hands onto the mahogany, looking him in the eye. “I mean it. She’s a good girl and I won’t have you dragging her into this shit. For Michael's sake.”

Polly could strike the fear of God into men and could make anyone twice her size cower from her sheer authority and cold tone. Even Tommy with his abundance of war medals and engraved bullets would think twice before crossing her, but even his intimidating aunt couldn’t stop him this time.

As the nights became longer and the sun beat down like rays of golden honey onto the streets of Birmingham you and Tommy grew closer. It was subtle and small at first, gentle glances and touches, words with hidden meanings and silences filled with significance. He stirred up a feeling in you-you couldn’t understand, something you had never experienced before, flickering in your stomach like a match. Your whole life you had felt tiny and insignificant, but around Tommy he made you feel like the world.

The feared Gangster did an incredible job at wooing you, despite you falling head over heels for just his charm and good looks. He soon realised you weren’t a champagne and pearls kind of girl and surprised you with novels you had offhandedly mentioned or perfumes that smelled of citrus and pine. He made your heart flutter and cheeks widen whenever you saw him, but you still felt massively insecure, you were years younger than him, and despite being mature you could still be playful and childish. He surrounded himself with brilliant and beautiful women and in comparison, you felt tiny, you wanted to trust him, you wanted to more than anything, but you couldn’t see what he saw in you.

He persisted though, knowing exactly what he wanted, he took you to the races, saying it was because your country roots would help him choose a mare, but really he wanted to observe you in privacy. Watching your demeanour change and shift depending on who you were talking to, holding your own against the toffs but being sweet and soft by the horses, making his heart unexpectedly swell. Your confidence around him soon grew, spending evenings reading in the candlelight of his office as he scribbled on forms, occasionally reciting a line that you liked. You exchanged glances, and he offered you his signature smirk that made you weak at the knees.

Your initial worries diminished entirely one late night, as you twirled around with Michael to music coming from the gramophone in the ballroom of a party, slightly drunk from cherry wine and you escaped the garden. He followed immediately, unable to take his eyes off you the entire night, you captivating him completely, you smiled at his presence, face flushed and eyes twinkling, but before you could greet him, he took your faces in his large palms, kissing you passionately under the moonlight.

That night you lay on Michaels bed, limbs spread askew and heart thumping wildly as you recited the night to your best friend breathlessly.

“For fuck's sake, (Y/N)! You could've had anyone in Birmingham and you pick Thomas fucking Shelby, you are such a twat!”

You paused, gauging his reaction and wondering if he was actually annoyed. You never wanted to do anything to hurt him, and you knew that he was massively overprotective and didn't want you involved in the Blinder’s business, but also Tommy was his cousin, and you didn’t want it to be uncomfortable. You both momentarily stared at the other, faces twisted in anticipation until you both broke out in peals of laughter that lasted till your ribs hurt. You threw a plush pillow at him that he caught effortlessly, beating your stomach with it as he declared,

‘Seriously, though. If I ever walk in on you two fucking I’m driving you back to the country myself.”

Truthfully, Tommy had never met a girl like you. He hadn’t expected the connection he felt to be anything more than lust, but to his surprise, his feelings went deeper than that. The women he was usually with were a sharp contrast to you, with your long hair and sun-kissed skin, dancing around barefoot and soft-lipped. He took a while to get attached to anyone, and it happened very rarely so he was beyond confused when he noticed the overprotectiveness and jealousy that bubbled inside him whenever you were with someone other than him.

Something in you brought out a side of him no one had seen since before the war, your youth and optimism awakening a light that he thought would forever be extinguished. You were half his size and about as intimidating as a kitten but it wasn’t long before you had him utterly wrapped around your little finger, so sickly sweet you almost brought him to his knees. The difference between you both was huge, but you meshed together perfectly, he was the most dangerous man in town and you were his little angel.

You were hardly innocent though, using your power over him for manipulation whenever you could. You were infatuated with him and had never been in a relationship like it before, only cheesy kisses with the young boys from back home. You knew how to tease and wind him up, running your tanned legs over the other as you lounged alone, tracing a finger over your exposed collarbone as you drank sweet tea in the sunlight, biting your lip as you read a book, licking your fingers clean of strawberry juice with an innocent grin.

Nights were spent under the stars, forcing him back to his Gypsy roots as you tangled up in one another, hot kisses mingling in the evening air. Giggles escaping your cherry lips as you sat under the crystal sky laughing with Finn, making him pause his work to listen to the noise. Exchanging stolen kisses whenever you could, making him feel young again as you demanded his undivided attention whenever he was free. You were completely drunk off of him, relishing in his kisses and the way the smallest touch could send sparks across your skin, you gave yourself to him entirely, raw and exposed, without a single regret.

The sun would eventually go down, but the heat remained as close as ever between you two. Raspberry coloured blush rising to your cheeks as his finger trailed over your skin, cigarette between his lips. Compared to you he was rough and calloused, and he loved how pure you were in contrast, big eyes and soft-spoken, feeling like he won the lottery at the fact he had you next to him.

“Do you own anything that isn’t pink and frilly?” He’d ask, voice thick with smoke, the room smelling of whiskey and sex. You’d raise a brow and place your hands on his exposed chest, tracing the tattoo as you playfully bit his shoulder and kissed his neck. He toyed with your satin knickers, pulling the lace and greedily eyeing the skin underneath, wanting nothing more than to smother it in possessive kisses of ownership, but relenting as you sat up to answer.

“Thomas Shelby doesn’t like pink?”

Your voice teasing and playful, mimicking the sweet champagne lingering on your tongue from dinner. He rolled his ocean eyes, trapping you in his stare as he smoked in the moonlight. You extended a foot, lavender coloured toes darting across his skin as you tilted your head innocently, reaching up to pull your bra straps over your skin and down your arms.

“I guess I’ll have to take them off.”

Months passed by and you made the decision to stay in Birmingham, not just for Tommy but because the entire Shelby clan were now like your family. You were introduced into the business, despite Tommy’s reluctance at letting you get involved. “For god’s sake Tom, stop acting like her dad! She’s a grown woman!” Polly would protest, defending your honour as you raised a brow in a playful challenge when Tommy forbid you from going to the races with Michael one day.

The truth was, Tommy thought you were far too good for him and knew that his enemies would love to use you against him, knowing how pure and kind you were compared to the blood that stained his hands. Bad thoughts would enter his mind again, you covered in crimson, face black and blue, telling him it was his fault as the light drained from your eyes. The shovels would start again, and he’d become snappy, his walls building back up with thick bricks as he was determined to push you away, telling himself it was for your own good. He’d drown himself in whisky and cigarettes, spend full nights under dim light doing work until his head was thumping and his hand was swollen.

But, as always you would drag him out of it. You rendered him completely useless as you turned the corner into his office, eyes twinkling and smile wide as you crawled into his lap making him grin for the first time in the entire day. You’d reminisce about something that had happened, small hands toying with his buttons, smelling of rose and sweet fruit, talking with your hands, face lit up with glee. As selfish as it was, especially knowing the dangers you were involved in by simply being associated with him, there was no chance he was letting you go, completely trapped under your spell.

Without warning he'd smash his lips onto yours, making you squeal but quickly melt under his intoxicating kiss, the two of you connecting entirely, falling into each other like you were made that way.

“What was that for?”

His voice was deep, eyes solemn and meaningful as he answered truthfully,

“I’m so fucking glad I met you, little one.”

[ekdmarsrem4]

I’LL BE OKAY (NEWT X READER)

Request: Could you do #14 (angst) for a Newt X Reader? You can make up the rest.

ALERT: Angst.  

Y/N’s on her way toward the maze doors when she hears, “Y/N, wait!”

She turns to see Newt jogging toward her, as best he can with his limp. “Be careful, okay?”  

“Always am.” Y/N replies with a sweet smile before stepping forward & pulling Newt into a hug. “I’ll see you later?” she says, her voice muffled against the fabric of his hoodie.  

“Yeah.” Newt whispers back, his lips pressed to the crown of her head. “See you later, love.”

Y/N tries to back out of Newt’s embrace, but he doesn’t let her go.  He holds her flush against his chest, protectively, desperately. “Newt...” he hears her say into his sweatshirt. “I gotta go.” So he heaves a deep sigh & reluctantly opens his arms, willing away the tears stinging behind his eyes. “Be safe...please.” 

Y/N flashes him a sad smile & gives his hand a comforting squeeze, her palm soft & warm against his calloused skin. “I’ll be okay.” she soothes before turning & running into the maze.

Newt watches as she disappears around the corner, dread settling in the pit of his stomach.  

*****

Newt’s in the homestead checking supplies when Minho rushes in. “Newt!!” 

The look on Minho’s face - panicked & devastated - tells Newt everything he needs to know. 

“No...” Newt breathes, before rushing through the door & sprinting to the med hut, heart hammering against his ribs.  He reaches the hut but Alby & Gally block the doorway. “You can’t go in--”

“LIKE HELL I CAN’T!  MOVE!”

Newt shoves past his friends, & what he finds...shatters his already fragile heart.  

Y/N’s lying on a cot, writhing in what must be unbearable agony, thick, black veins lining her neck & wrists.  

Newt can’t help but fall to his knees at the sight of her.  His eyes wide with panic & welling with tears, he crawls to her bedside & lays a shaky hand against her tear-stained cheek. “Y/N...” he croaks, his voice a high-pitched whimper, his heartbreak palpable. “Love?” His voice cracks. “Can you hear me?”

She can’t.  She coughs & groans & sobs before going completely limp, her head lolling to the side.  

“NO!  NO, PLEASE!” Newt wails. “Did you give her the serum?!”

Jeff nods solemnly. “Now all we can do is wait.”

Newt turns back to Y/N, his bloodshot eyes scanning the still features of her face. “You said you’d be okay...”

*****

Two hours pass & Newt hasn’t left Y/N’s side.  He’s been cradling her limp hand in his, pressing sweet kisses to each of her knuckles.  

Suddenly Y/N gasps, her back arching, face contorting in pain.  Her head flails from side to side as more tears trickle down her cheeks & choked sobs escape her quivering lips.  

Newt cups her face with both hands & presses his lips to her sweat-sheened forehead, whispering against her skin, “I’m so sorry, love...p-please, just hold on...” He strokes her face in a loving caress, his calloused fingers trembling against her jaw. “I wish I could take away every ounce of your pain...& it kills me that I can’t...”

Y/N manages one more deep breath before going completely still once again, her head lolling against Newt’s palm. “P-Please...” Newt whispers, his voice racked with pure grief. “...don’t leave me...”

*****

Exhausted from hours of nonstop crying, Newt drifts off in his chair, his head hanging low, his hand on top of Y/N’s.  

A little while later, he wakes to the feeling of someone’s fingers tangling with his.  He opens his eyes & finds Y/N staring back at him, a weak yet oh so passionate smile on her face.

“Y/N??” Newt sobs, gently stroking her forehead. “Can you hear me??”

Y/N manages a small nod & Newt can’t help but heave a shaky sigh of relief.  Wave after wave of emotion hits him like a ton of bricks as he watches the light return to Y/N’s eyes.  She raises her hand to his face & glides her fingers along his damp cheek. “I’ll be okay.” she soothes, her voice barely a whisper.  

Newt kisses the center of her palm, then drops his head to her chest, sobbing into her shirt as the steady beat of her heart echoes in his ears.  

Thanks for reading!

Requests are open!

[sarahmaybank]

What do you think their first snow in paradise is like? (feel free to pretend Newt and Teresa are still around bc I know I do)

I hope you’re tucked in real nice and cozy!!!! this is more than four pages of notes!!!!! Lol.  Enjoy!!!!! I DID

This kind of went from first now in safe haven to skii lodge/winter cabin/Christmas AU lolllll anyways, [strums guitar] here’s snowy safe haven

When he first lays his eyes on the falling snow, Newt’s stomach swirls uncomfortably. An inexplicable dread washes over him. Thomas notices his sudden furrowed brows, taking Newt’s hand in his. “hey, you okay?” “…yeah.”

With his hand in Thomas’, Newt’s eyes would travel across the grounds, gravitating towards Sonya, who was sitting next to Harriet with the same confusion plastered on her face. Only to find, that she was already looking at him.

They both felt their chests tightening, fingers closing around their hearts like a vice. Sonya looked away. Newt…couldn’t. He didn’t know why, but when he looked at Sonya, he felt an urge to protectively wrap his arms around her and never let go.

Newt could see blurred faces. He could see white snowflakes floating, sinking, in the air through a small window. He could hear muffled voices, but no words could be distinguished.

Teresa would start a snowball fight, pelting Newt in the face and bringing him out of his daze.

She hit Thomas next while the two were trying to locate her, and soon a full on snowball fight was initiated.

Sonya and Harriet were using each other’s bodies for cover, giggling as they tried to throw their bodies in front of each other

Minho would THROW himself in front of Brenda with a dramatic “I’ll protect you!!” and she’d grab a handful of snow and shove it down the back of his shirt. 

They’d end up chasing each other across the beach that was now covered in a white blanket, throwing handfuls of snow at each other and not bothering to roll it into balls

 Chuck would make snow angels with Thomas and Teresa while Newt just stands beside them watching with a smile on his face.

Gally, Beth and Ben would help Chuck make igloos and snow forts with other kids

Minho would tease him about it and call him the safe haven Dad

Gally would shove him into a big pile of snow and walk away, but he’d be hiding a tiny smile because he secretly likes that title 

Frypan would make everyone hot chocolate

Thomas would spill his cup everywhere and Chuck would make a joke about how it looks like he klunked

Newt and Minho would l a u g h at the face Thomas made when he fell face first into the snow as he ran away from Teresa who was chasing him with a bunch of snowballs gathered in her arms

 “Looks like nothing’s changed, eh, Tommy?”

Alby would make snow people with the safe haven kids, stealing carrots from fry’s kitchen 

Fry doesn’t mind, he loves seeing how happy everyone is in this moment

Zart decorates his cactus with tinsel and one single bauble 

Zart pelts EVERYONE with snowballs, especially Gally. Zart has no fears. He is the last man standing. 

Newt wants no part in the snowball fight so he hides in one of the igloos Alby made (with Chuck’s help) until Thomas, Minho and Brenda find him and flush him out by throwing snowballs at him. Thomas and Minho let out a weird war cry.

 Thomas and Rachel sneak attack Aris, dumping heaps of snow on his head

Aris and Rachel find mistletoe

Aris reaches up to touch it and Rachel smacks his hand away – “NO touching the mistletoe. Leave it there.” “But I wanna.” She distracts him by kissing him under it instead.

Minho tricks Brenda into standing beneath the mistletoe. He tries to kiss her but she dodges it and he ends up kissing Gally.

Beth just bursts out laughing

That kiss was Gally’s Bi Awakening (because NO ONE IN TMR IS STRAIGHT DO NOT FIGHT ME ON THIS)

Gally sees the finished product of the igloo Beth was building with some kids: “that’s a…strong igloo.” “…it’s solid water that can melt from heat.”

Frypan watches them a few feet away like “hell no. i’m not dealing with you too.”

The ocean has frozen over because of the cold

Ice skating!!!

Sonya and Harriet are the best skaters, doing figure eights and other fancy moves while wearing matching mittens

Newt is SO UNCOORDINATED and Thomas tried to be a Good Boyfriend but forgets how clumsy he is and the two are falling all over the place

Thomas is crap at skating, but good enough to support Newt on the ice, who can’t be on his own because his leg doesn’t allow him. They just muddle around together closer to shore, laughing and in their own little world while Brenda laps them at speed

Brenda and Teresa hold hands and spin together

Frypan secretly teaches Newt to stake in the middle of the night. One morning at sunrise, Newt surprises Thomas.

Newt still isn’t great, but Thomas is so Proud of him and just kisses him when they’re a little further out from shore. They both fall and Thomas just sits there gazing at Newt lovingly and tearing up like wow

Jeff furiously curses the weather because he has to keep patching people up after they repeatedly get hammered by teresa’s snowballs, and because Newt and Thomas keep falling on the ice.

“How did you even get out there? Your leg–” “Just see if you can reach me without falling over, Tommy.” “Even with a gimp leg your boyfriend is better than you, Thomas!” “Minho, I will cut you with my skates.”

Brenda normalizes Newt’s leg injury on the ice and in any other activity because she knows how frustrating constant pity and concern is: “Come on, slow poke. Hustle a little!”

Zart brings his cactus on the ice and surprises everyone with how skilled he is at skating

Aris decided to eat a berry from the mistletoe plant he had found with Rachel earlier and now Jeff and Clint have to deal with that too

Jorge is Brenda’s personal cheerleader on the ice “esa es mi chica!” (’that’s my girl!” and calls her his hija (”daughter”) and mi corazón ALLLL the time [wow Jorge is the only dad i will ever accept as a Dad – AND VINCE. jfc]

After a day in the snow, everyone heads inside for the evening and cuddles up by the open fire that Gally and Alby built. They sit/sleep on whatever they have at their disposal from the times Jorge and Vince went scavenging for materials; their hammocks, rugs, maybe a few sleeping bags and worn mattresses

Frypan made hot chocolate for everyone

Thomas’ sleeping bag catches fire

Thominewt run outside and throw it in the snow. 

Newt makes Thomas sleep with him in his sleeping bag despite the very tight fit. “Newt there’s not enough room” ”Don’t be a twat about it, Tommy. Come on.” Newt gives him that same knowing innocent smile (LIKE THAT DAMN SMILE IN TDC WHEN HE WAS LIKE “lol you have no choice twat, we’re coming with you.”) while he sits in his sleeping bag in his pyjamas. Thomas slips in beside him and rests his head on Newt’s chest and they cuddle and aH

Gally spikes the hot chocolate

Newt drunkenly flirts with Thomas “guess we gotta share now, Tommy,”

Gally threw Minho’s right skate into the bonfire earlier

Minho calculated his moves carefully while trying to find it, growing annoyed at Gally and his stupid pranks

Ben saw Gally do it but didn’t say anything and just watched Minho slowly lose his mind over one missing skate

Minho started chasing Gally around with his left skate until Teresa pulled the safe haven Mom card and put them both in separate corners

Later that same evening when they went to light the bonfire, Frypan noticed something in it and tried to hide a laugh. “Min– are you still missing something?” “Gally – where is that shuckfaced Shank– I’m going to kill him.” “Minho no, wait! Someone stop him!”

Newtmas cuddling to stay warm

Snowflakes in Newt’s fluffy hair

Newt catches snowflakes on his tongue and Thomas just smiles at him

Rachel and Minho roll their eyes at everyone’s shenanigans and go get extra blankets

 Brenda and Jorge are both impartial to the cold

But Brenda tries to hide how much she is freezing

Rachel is used to the cold, but Aris isn’t. He gets cold easily.

Newt wears mittens

Thomas makes fun of him all the time, but when Chuckie (safe haven dog) accidentally bites a finger off of his glove, Newt give him his mitten and Thomas tries to hide how much he loves it but Newt stays silent and just gives him a knowing smirk

Sonya and Harriet don’t have gloves so they put their hands in each other’s pockets

Minho and Teresa hanging up mistletoe ALL OVER THE PLACE just to get everyone to kiss

Thomas and Newt give Chuckie one of Minho’s boots and tell him to hide it

Newt kisses Thomas under every single mistletoe

Newt drags Thomas under every single one, just so he can kiss Thomas repeatedly 

“Newt, come on i’m hungry” “There are only 7 more, Tommy, come on" 

Frypan is cracking up in the background. he keeps moving them so they LOOK like they’re new

Thomas is just rolling his eyes but he highkey loves it

Newt on skiis is WORSE than skates oh my GOD

Thomas on skiis is a recipe for disaster. He cannot control himself and in one go he takes out Minho, Brenda and Teresa 

Brenda and Harriet race down the slopes on their boards

Vince joins in after little persuasion from the two girls and Jorge

Jorge stands by, cheering his girls on and does not hide the impressed look on his face when he sees how skilled Vince is at snowboarding

Sonya and Minho are waiting at the bottom with hot chocolate and proud kisses

Minho totally snowboards like a pro. Someone gets whacked over the head with a ski. Someone mistakenly ends up on the DEATH LEVEL slope and four people end up wrapped around a tree

Gally sneaks off to the bunny slopes when no one is looking

Alby’s already there like “YOU TOO???”

Thomas and Newt share a ski lift

Thomas drops his hat. It smacks Gally in the face on a run down the slope 

Thomas kisses Newt and Minho from behind is all like “GET A ROOM!” Newt flips him off and doesn’t stop kissing him

Sonya and Harriet share a sled 

Being snowed in with a dwindling supply of food 

Game room in the lodge where Minho owns everyone at the dance games

Frypan finds two tennis rackets and says he’ll brave the wilderness to find rations

Christmas pyjamas

Sonya and Harriet wear matching onesies 

Brenda wears flannel. 

Sonya, Harriet, Aris and Rachel wear matching onesies with Aris’ fluffy boots

Christmas Morning - they can’t get Brenda to wake up. She sleeps like the dead. After 5 phone calls, 3 people knocking and 2 screaming her name, Gally climbs through her window from the outside ledge between their rooms. He shakes her awake. She punches him in the face.

She didn’t mean to - she’s saying that all morning. It was reflex. 

Gally’s black eye doesn’t believe her

Minho following Gally in through the window: “well consider me both scared and aroused.”

Sonya offers to add eyeshadow to the other eye to make it match. Harriet spits her drink out laughing

Gally threatens to lock them both out on the balcony

Sonya and Harriet share a look and shrug. They’re not mad about it. They go out there anyway

Newt and Thomas keep sneaking to the kitchen to steal gingerbread cookies. “NOT BEFORE DINNER!“ But Frypan sneaks Newt two of them that he made that are holding hands

Teresa helps Chuck rip his presents open and they throw the shreds of  wrapping paper at each other

Jorge takes a LOT of photos of everyone together

Jorge and Vince help Frypan prepare food – the two learn from him. 

Frypan has a soft spot for Brenda so he lets her have as many cookies as she wants, which she then splits in half and gives to Teresa

Teresa often supervises to make sure nothing chaotic goes on in the kitchen – Jorge and Vince try to tell her she doesn’t need to but she always counters with the time Gally almost cut Jorge’s finger off while subbing for Vince. Everyone vowed never to let Gally make food again after that.

Newt teases Thomas into wearing a matching christmas sweater with him: “You love ugly christmas sweaters, don’t you babe?” Thomas just grumbles. “Alright, fine, i look better than you would in it anyway.”

Later when Thomas comes down for Christmas dinner, he is wearing the sweater to match Newt’s, and Newt just melts. “So I do look better in it.” “Shut up,” Thomas tugs Newt over by his shirt collar and kisses him.

ALRIGHTTT that’s all I got so far, I may add more if I think of any! 

Huge thanks to my tmr fam for helping with this. 

Sorry it took so long (almost 3 months wow)!!! I hope you like these. 

Tagging: @glader-of-wicked @your-local-geek @newthomally @thomasnewts @comebacknow @seaselkie @demented-russian-empress-of-hell @harveylovesmike @museelo @abyssith

[emiliaclarkesdragons]

THOMAS - You and Gally were siblings. It was obvious, all the guys said it in the Maze. You and Gally never talked about it but you knew it was true. When Thomas came up, the closeness with your brother began to fracture. He was so mean to Thomas and something about it made you feel sick inside. You knew it was because Gally had seen Thomas in the changing but what exactly had he seen? You were going to find out. One night, you and Thomas had been talking up in the tree house, you both had fallen to sleep. Both of you had the same dream, but you both knew when you woke up that it really wasn't a dream. You were there, Thomas was there and Gally was there. "Now I see why he hates me," Thomas had joked.

"Yeah" you breathed. You couldn't think. You knew you and Gally were related but now you knew for sure and it was a strange feeling. A feeling you and Gally could now share, you were now able to talk about it. You and Thomas however, you didn't know what to so with that. "I guess we were..."

"Yep," Thomas said. You were both going to talk about it there and then, but- and only one person could interrupt this- Gally shouted up to you.

Later that night you and Thomas had planned a place to meet. This time it was up an actual tree, that way Gally wouldn't be able to spot them. "I think we used to do this a lot to get away from him," you said as you helped Thomas sit safely on the branch.

"I couldn't imagine why," Thomas replied sarcastically, after a moment he said what you both had been thinking, "I think whoever put us in here made sure the three of us had that memory."

You would all come to learn why. When you break out of the Maze and Gally killed Chuck, you were forced to choose between Thomas and Gally. You chose Thomas, only because you believed Gally was dead. You never believed it was him who killed Chuck, you knew he was being controlled. That was because you were being controlled too.  

NEWT - You had come up in the box before Thomas, you didn't say anything but you knew Newt. You knew him instantly, you assumed that WCKD couldn't erase him from your memory. You seemed to know what he was thinking and how he was feeling, you had a connection. But, it would take Thomas coming up in the box before you spoke about it. "y/n?" Newt began, you looked up from the chopping board, "hi."

"Hi, Newt, Frypan's out back, I'll get him-"

"No, no, I want to talk to you..." Newt wasn't his usual self, he was nervous. You agreed and followed him, "Frypan will be upset that you left the veg unattended."

"Frypan can't argue with the second in command," you said, "what's up, Newt? You know it's better to say it." You said that because you knew he was thinking that. You both walked slowly around the Glade.

"I think we both know what I'm going to say..." Newt trailed off and stopped walking. He looked at you and you nodded.

"I know because you do," you said, "I realised that you also know what I'm thinking... I just wonder if we can communicate," you said, frowning. Newt was wondering that too. Yes, we can, you both said together, both of you heard it. No one can know, both of you thought.

Not yet, Newt added. "It'll create suspicion and if we want to get out of here... all of us, we can't fight. We're already in a pickle about that Thomas." Newt nodded over to Thomas, he decided it best they actually talk. It was too strange talking to someone without any sound coming from each other's mouths.

"Plus, it's a bit weird," you said, making Newt laugh.  

MINHO - You were a runner, ever since you had sprinted across the Glade. You had seen the runners come back, but they were screaming at one of them, you had sprinted across the Glade to help. You had pulled one of the runners past the wall, just in time before it started to close. Minho, the keeper of the runners, had seen the whole thing. Many of the keepers had protested the idea of you being a runner. But, Minho made a very good case. "y/n was able to sprint the length of the Glade, Newt can stand to this, then make the quick decision to pull one of my men out of the Maze. I need someone like that on my side when we're out there. Perhaps, I will suffer the consequences but as for now. I want y/n to be a runner."

You were now a runner, you had been for a long time, you had seen a lot of things. Both you and Minho had run the entire Maze yourselves. Today was no different to any other, you and the runners had made your way out into the maze and split off. Minho wasn't far from your area, he never went too far from you. Today, you would be thankful for it. As you ran your ends, you suddenly tripped. You didn't scream, "shuck!" you shouted, but before you could catch yourself you fell and hit your head. You weren't sure how you got back to the Glade. You were sure the fall had knocked you out. "Move! Give y/n some space!" you thought that was Minho yelling at everyone around you, but you couldn't be sure. You were afraid to open your eyes. You spent a few days resting, you knew yourself something was wrong. You felt disorientated. "How's my favourite runner?" Minho asked, bringing you some of Frypans stew.

"Alright..." you said unsure, "I had some memories come back when I bashed my head. I'm only just remembering..." you trialled off again and sat in silence as you and Minho ate the stew. He didn't have to ask you what they were off, you were going to tell him anyway, you had to. "I- I think we knew each other before all this..."

"I don't doubt that for a second," Minho said, "since you arrived, you've been in my dreams every night. I know they aren't real dreams."

GALLY - When you came up in the box, everyone was still getting used to the Maze. You came up after Winston. Back then they didn't know what was normal to say when you came up in the box. You had screamed, shouted, kicked, you fought everyone off. Everyone but Gally, he was able to get you out of the box. He had calmed you down and he made sure you were comfortable. Later, you would find out that he checked on you through the night.

As more people- boys- came up in the box, your memories did. It was strange, you had asked Newt if anyone else had experienced that. He said that no one had said anything, he asked you what you could remember, "nothing about the Maze, if that's what you mean" you replied, "sorry Newt" you added, placing your hand on his as comfort.

After more boys came up, it was becoming clear who the memories were of, Gally. The keeper of the builders. The only way to speak to him is if you went and worked next to him. You had asked Alby if you could try building, he didn't argue. The more people learned the better, there were enough people in the Glade to cover everyone's jobs.

You weren't there five minutes and Gally was already trying to take over what you were doing. "Y/n, you are going to hurt yourself" he would say as he snatched the tool you were holding out of your hand.

"I'm not five, Gally, I can handle it!" You snatched the tool back and carried on. You ignored the number of times you had caught Gally looking at you.

A week later and you had begun to outshine the other builders. You were doing better here than any other station, you hoped Alby would see and move you over here. Today, you were helping Gally with a new shack he was building. "I've been having some memories come back you know," you said. He looked at you as if to say 'so?'. "I was just wondering if you have? I asked Newt be he said that no-"

"No, I haven't," Gally said, cutting you off.

You carried on as though Gally had never spoken, "One had said they had any memories back. At first, I didn't know what they were about... I do now," you paused as you handed Gally a hammer, "they're of you." As you said that, he dropped the hammer, it just missed his foot.

He avoided you from then on. But, you being you, tried to talk to him at every given turn. "Hi, Gally." Nothing. "How're the builders doing without me?" Nothing. "You'll have to talk to me at some point." Nothing. "It's a small world we live in, Gally, literally." Nothing. "Don't you want to know what the memories are?" Finally, you get a reply.

TERESA - She has recognised Thomas instead of you and that really stung. It stung more than a griever and you knew what that was like. After Gally survived the changing... you figured you would give it a go. You wanted to know what that thing in the back of your mind was. Now it was coming in handy. At first, you avoided her, you were trying to find out ways to tell her. It was after the grievers came, that's when you had to tell her. "Teresa?" You began, she looked up at you. She was hard to read, but there was something about you that relaxed her. She let you in naturally, "erm-" you stutter as you sit down next to her. She was dangling her feet over the box. "You know you shouldn't do that," you say, as you cross your legs up, "some guy did that before..." you trailed off to create suspense, "lost his legs, you know." Teresa looked shocked, you tried to hide your grin, "yeah! It was awful..." again you trailed off and allowed your smile to show.

She shoved you playfully, "I almost believed you for a minute" she laughed.

"I actually want to tell you something, it might make me want to jump down this hole..." you point down, Teresa shook her head as if you were being stupid, "oh trust me... it might," You said firmly, you took a large breath. "I can remember you from before... all this" you motioned around you, "they put me in here for a reason and I don't know if you know why but I do." You stopped talking to see what Teresa's reaction was but she was good at hiding herself from people. You started to close yourself up at Teresa said nothing, only frowned looking down the hole where you had all come up in either 2 days, a month, a year or three. "Gally isn't the only one her to survive the changing- well Gally and Thomas- I wanted answers and I went and got them the only way I knew how. There was something in the back of my mind that wanted to come out." You paused again, this time looking at Teresa who was finally looking at you, "it was you, the memory of you.

Thanks for reading! I've included these as I am struggling with requests but wanted to give you all something.

If you want any of these as full imagine then don't hesitate to ask, but remember that I'm a slow writer ahaha

Thanks again!

[demifishblog]

Harry Potter Fic Recs

EDIT 6/16/18: Part the Second

So I heard a call a while back for good Harry Potter fic, which is...kind of murderously difficult to find due to the sheer volume involved.  I can't say I've made any significant dent in searching for the stuff, because it's fucking exhausting, but I do have some favorites that I cherish dearly. And being an extremely picky reader, hopefully this list will be helpful to others as well.

So. Fic recs.  Yes.

Anything, anything at all, by @copperbadge; he hasn’t been in the fandom for years, but his oldies are definitely goodies.  Stealing Harry is something of a fandom classic and really good for comfort reading, starting as it does on the happy ending and moving from there.  My personal favorite is Cartographer’s Craft, however, which is just full of wonderful things.

Anything, literally anything, by @lullabyknellart.  She has multiple long, chaptered fics in progress, and while it takes a while for her to update when she does it is glorious.  Personal favorites include face death in the hope (time-travel, Regulus Black, and emotional-disaster Harry), and into the arena with your head held high (Harry and genderfluid godkid Teddy time-travel from apocalyptic future to non-apocalyptic past and proceed to fuck shit up).

@deadcatwithaflamethrower, because she is the bomb, delightfully prolific, and produces moving, emotionally and intelluctually rich fic while making it look easy, what the fuck woman.  She also has a “I will take a hammer and fix the canon” approach to just about anything while managing to make it all jive with the original.  Current works in the fandom are Swung By Serafim (complete, gorgeous, with the book-length epilogue that we all deserved) and work-in-progress Of a Linear Circle, which is a beautiful romance and also chock full of interesting medieval facts and “hammer to canon” fixits.

@waspabi has two excellent fics (I have not read the third because it’s rpf, but go check it if that’s your thing) in the fandom: Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run, which is exactly as amazing as it sounds (” 'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work ”); and Stately Homes of Wiltshire, a post-canon fic where Harry is an Auror and, as anyone else could see coming, Hates His Job (but won’t admit it).  Also there are poltergeists.  Both are Drarry fics, but even if that’s not your thing I’d give it a go because @waspabi‘s Draco is unlike anyone else’s Draco, ever, and has rendered me nearly incapable of enjoying any other Draco because no one else’s can compare.

Aeturnum’s Leo Inter Serpentes series, which is just...so excellent.  Rewrite of the whole series with Harry being in Slytherin, because Draco is significantly less of a dick.  Narcissa is bomb-ass and divorces Lucius and Hermione is amazing and Snape adopts Harry and is a Good Dad, I cried okay, I cried.  Everyone is so in character and it’s so well done and just.  I inhaled the whole thing in two days, it was terrible.  Only other Drarry I will ever accept.

@ink-splotch (dirgewithoutmusic)’s boy with a scar series.  It’s a collection of stories, mostly au’s, including “Neville/Ron/Hermione are the Boy/Girl-who-lived”, Girl!Harry (once dfab, once trans), “what if Snape made up with Lily”, and many, many more.  All are absolute gems, seriously, beautiful fucking writing, will kill you with so many feels.  So. Many.  Read them all.  You will cry.  You will be happy about it.

esama is an excellent author and writes many, many things, not all of which are everyone’s cup of tea, but each fic is unique unto itself so keep that in mind when scrolling their work.  Just because you don’t like one doesn’t mean you won’t love another.  My personal favorites include D.S.S. Requirement (the Room of Requirement provides a spaceship.  No, really), Undone Wars (excellent crossover with Stargate Atlantis), and Mother May I, a Fantastic Beasts fic in which Newt recognizes Credence as an Obscurial on sight and basically adopts/kidnaps all the Barebone children immediately and forever.

And no Harry Potter fic rec from me would be complete without metisket’s side-splittingly funny There May Be Some Collateral Damage.  It’s a crossover with Bleach, but no knowledge of Bleach is required to thoroughly enjoy this ridiculous piece of perfection.  Seriously, I went into knowing that Bleach existed and what the main character looked like.  Basically, Voldemort is deemed a grim reaper’s problem, Harry Potter becomes designated bait, and chosen for his bodyguard is the most reasonable maniac you will ever meet.  Ichigo crashes through Hogwarts like a wrecking ball, everyone either hates or loves him (or in Harry’s case both), the twin’s perspective is entirely written in the plural and you will laugh every other sentence, I guarantee.  Hate prophecies? Hate Umbridge? Need cheering up?  Want to stab Voldemort with a dinner knife?  This is the fic for you.