#I’m going to punch him when I see him tmr get the hell out of my dms bro

[threefuckencrowsinaleatherjacket]

Hi ppl who are nosy and want to know ur grades so they can judge how smart u are are annoying as fuck

[jj-5656]

We’ll Be Alright

With; Newt (TMR)

A/N: Beware, it’s a sad. Anyways, it’s more Thomas and reader than anything else, both trying to overcome their grief. I also recommend sad music lmao. ALSO I do condone Teresa slander and yes I have read the books. I acknowledge the character development BUT AT WHAT COST?

You rub your fingers across the zipper of the jacket over your shoulders, glaring at the boy in front of you. Blood boiling as he carves her name onto the rock that potrudes from the sand. Each scratch of the knife against the stone, each letter makes your stomach churn in rage. Why the shuck would Thomas even consider putting it there, not after all she’d done. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest, pumping the hot blood throughout your nbody as your mind is flooded with the hate-

“Y/n, just breathe alright? You need to calm down.” Minho’s deep voice instructs softly beside you. Despite his soothing tone, the burning fire in front of the group of you does nothing to relax you.

This isn’t like you, you’ve never been one to get this angry. But it’s different now, you’re different. A lot of times there are moment when everything seems fine, but not when Thomas is carving her shucking name right where-

“Y/n, you’re practically seething just-” Minho’s cut off when you scramble up from your seat between him and Frypan, not bothering to listen to their protests as you March towards Thomas. Tunnel vision making the wide distance between you collapse in only seconds. He’s only halfway through carving out the ‘R’ when you shove him out of the way. No doubt catching him off guard as he looks at you with eyes wide in bewilderment.

“Wh-what the hell-”

“How dare you put her shucking name next to his! You have no right!” You shout instantly, voice raw with anger and hurt as the taller boy straightens himself out.

“Y/n, what are you-”

“You don’t even see how messed up it is, do you? She’s the reason Minho still can’t sleep at night, the reason he does all he can to escape sleep to avoid the awful night terrors. She’s the reason the boy I loved is dead! It’s her shucking fault. And what, because she assisted us the tiniest bit before shit hit the fan she deserves to be on that rock? That’s a load of klunk, Thomas.”

“I lost him too y/n!”

“Then how could you possibly love her Thomas? After all she did to us!” You shove him again, but the boy doesn’t move back this time. He steps to you, eyes filled with anger and confusion at your outburst. His next words tear you apart, and suddenly all the pent up anger you’ve been pushing down explodes as he speaks.

“WCKD took her too! The flare took all she had, she was only trying to make things right!” Without thinking, your fist crashes against the brunette’s cheek with a terrible thump. Pain immediately sears throughout your knuckles and up your arm, but it’s nothing compared to the never-ending ache of your heart.

“You slinthead! How dare you try and justify what she did to us! Does what she went through make her actions right? Does her pain excuse torturing thousands of kids for the sake of what WCKD felt was necessary? It doesn’t Thomas, and no amount of her regret or guilt can take it back. Or bring him back, bring him home!” Your voice cracks as you cradle your fist, warm tears streaming down your cheeks as Gally, Frypan, and Minho come rushing over.

“Take a walk y/n.” Gally yells once the others help Thomas to his feet. He holds his chin, dazed and shocked at your actions.

“Th-Thomas I didn’t-” You struggle to find the words as you slowly back away, stunned and terrified by your own force as you try to come to terms with what you’ve just done.

“I said take a walk!” The muscular blonde repeats, standing in front of you and nudging you toward the edge of the beach. You don’t protest this time, stumbling hurriedly toward the water in a fit of emotions.

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When you’ve finally calmed down, your blurred vision can just make out the large rock that stands a few yards from the crashing waves. You don’t hesitate to climb on top of it, settling down against the cold stone and wrapping the corduroy jacket around you even tighter. It still smells like him, and sometimes when you close your eyes you can still feel him.

“Hey, I know you’re scared. But we won’t hurt you, I promise you’re alright greenie.”

“Greenie?”

“That’s what we call all the newbies, I’m Newt by the way. What do you say you get out of this thing, lemme show you around? You’ll be alright greenie, I promise.” Without thinking, you take the stranger’s outstretched hand. You can’t remember who you are, where you’re from, or how you ended up here. Still, his kind eyes and warm smile draw you to him. You don’t know him, but you will.

“Newt, I know we have to save Minho but there’s still time for-”

“Darling, please. We talked about this.”

“No, you talked about it! You can’t make this decision on your own!”

“I know you’re scared, I’m scared too.”

“You don’t get it Newt, I won’t-I can’t do this without you.” He offers a soft smile when he wipes a tear from your cheek, but you can tell it’s not genuine. You grip onto his jacket, pleading with your eyes for him to reconsider. But the way he cups the sides of your face with blood-shot eyes makes the small bit of hope in your hear fizzle away. He’s already decided, he’s gonna leave you.

“Please, please don’t leave me Newt. Mihno’s gonna be here soon okay? He’s gonna bring the serum and this will all go away just...Please don’t go baby, please don’t leave me here. Thomas, Thomas he won’t stop bleeding! Go find Minho! Thomas, get up! We have to do something!” You’re screaming at the boy who only stares blankly ahead, tears streaming down his face as he meets your eyes. Your body wracks with sobs as he only shakes his head, getting up and walking towards the building ahed of you. You don’t attempt to get his attention anymore, grabbing the collar of Newts jacket and shaking him. “Wake up Newt, please wake up...” You throw your arms around him as you sob, hiding your face in his neck when Minho and the others reach you. It’s too hard to look at them, knowing their expressions will only make this moment more real. Is it real? This couldn’t be anything more than a nightmare. You can only mumble out protests when you feel Minho pulling you to your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist when you desperately try to get back to the cold body laying on the floor. “We can’t leave him here! We can’t just leave him!” Minho’s own cries are drowned out through white noise as he drags you back to the jet, Newts fluffy-collard jacket crumpled in your arms as you succumb exhaustion and defeat. He’s gone

Waves crash against the large rock in a rythmic dance. Bringing your knees up to your chest to fight the cold, you rub the stained sleeve of the brown jacket wrapped around you. The deep blue stain reminding you of that horrid night, the lifeless, black eyes that stared up at the sky as you were whisked away from your only love.

“Mind if I sit?” The solemn voice interrupts before you can spiral once more. You nod, not turning around to watch Thomas climb onto the Boulder and shuffle to sit beside you. The brunette looking out at the night sky with an thoughtful expression.

“I think about that night a lot, what we could have done differently. And I think somewhere out there, there’s a different ending for all of us. Where he’s here, and we don’t have to pretend there’s not someone missing at the bonfires or dinner table...I didn’t want to love her y/n, not after what she did to us. But you and I know it’s not something we can control. No matter what I do, I love her.” His voice cracks as he speaks, but he avoids your eyes when you look to him.

“What I said Thomas, what I did...That wasn’t fair. I should have never hit you. It’s just, I’m so angry Tommy. I’m so mad all the time and it’s so scary. Sometimes, I feel like I lost myself that night and I’ll never get her back. It’s like, I don’t know...Like whoever I once was, was left laying next to his body. I can’t imagine how scared he must have been, how alone he must have felt. To feel himself and all his memories slipping away all over again. He never deserved it, he didn’t deserve any of it. A lot of times I wish it was me-”

“D-don’t say that.”

“I do though, I wish it was me. He was too good for this world. He deserved a happy ending Thomas, damnit we all did. I feel like I can’t breathe when he’s not with me, I don’t even recognize myself anymore. I mean, I punched you for gods sake! Same girl who wouldn’t even slice a pig her first day at the glade...” He lets out a small laugh, nostalgic smile pulling at his lips when he looks over at you.

“I remember Newt telling me about that, said he’d never seen a greenie tell Gally to go shuck himself until you.” You let out a pathetic chuckle, shaking your head and rubbing another oncoming wave of tears at his words.

“I miss him so much Tommy, it hurts all the time...I guess I’m still trying to forgive the world, forgive myself. I just wish I could talk to him one more time, hear his voice. I’m still trying to grasp he’s never coming back to me. I don’t know what to do with all these feelings sometimes, all this pain.”

“You could punch me again. You have a mean right hook by the way.” You meet his gaze with forced smile, tackling the taller boy into an embrace when you notice the fresh tears on his cheeks. He falters at the contact, but immediately wraps his arms around you with a sigh.

“I’m sorry Tommy. He loved you so much, I know he’d hate to see us fight. You didn’t deserve what I did, I know that. I should never taken my anger out on you.”

“It’s alright, I know you didn’t mean it. And I also know he would never have wanted you to blame yourself. He wanted you to be able to move on, to look back on all of it and know it was all meant to be. The shank also told me to take care of you, I guess I’m doing a pretty shuck job at that huh?” Your laugh is genuine this time, a little giggle that reassures Thomas he’ll be able to make sure of that promise some day in the future. He’d make sure Newt would have someone to look after you, always.

“He told me the same thing. I think you and Minho are doing all the work though.”

“Not a chance, I think I needed a good punch honestly. Who taught you how to hit like that?” You swat at his chest, pulling away from the hug to lean against his side.

“Gally, I think. Didn’t you get flashbacks from when he kicked your ass at the glade?”

“Hilarious, I could totally beat him in a fight now.”

“Right.”

“We should head back, the others might worry you were jacked enough to finish what you started.”

“Give me a couple minutes? I’ll meet you there.” You mutter softly, offering the boy a soft smile when he kisses the crown of your head and heads towards the firelight in the distance.

You let out a deep sigh when you look back out at the waves, stuffing your hands in the pockets of the jacket to warm them. Movements faltering when you feel something like twine wrap around your fingers. Pulling out the small item, your heart swells when you finally see what’s blocked your hand. It’s a strand of braided leather, a bracelet you recognize as the one Newt wore back in the glade. The frayed ends of the tattered leather warm your heart, surveying his tedious handywork with moisture filled eyes. Suddenly, a wave of assurance overcomes you. As if the boys’ finnally been able to communicate it’ll all be okay. You wrap the fabric around your fingers, pressing it against your lips before heading toward the campfire in the distance. Everything’s gonna be okay.

[belphegor1982]

So Evy telling Anaksunamun to "pick on someone her own size" is my favorite thing because I think that people forget that Evy is just as protective of Jonathan as he is of her. Then there's Rick who probably went from "I'm only trying to protect Jonathan because Evy would be sad if I didn't" to "Damn, I've gotten used to him and I'd be sad if something actually happened to him". What I'm trying to say is that this is a trio that lives by "if you mess with one of us, you mess with the rest of us.

YES. Characters being protective of each other is the jam I will die on (I know, mixing metaphors, but what the hell). And, well, let’s see what we have in canon before going into headcanons:

• Like you said, Evy telling Anck “Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size” before yanking her off of her brother just as he’s about to get stabbed through the throat. (In the novelisation she says “Leave my brother alone” and honestly I don’t know which I love more.) And in TM, when they’re cornered by the mob and backing up against a wall, Jonathan tries to shield Evy from the brainwashed zombies in front of them. In both movies they hold hands when they run. MY HEART.

• Much has been written (to my eternal joy) about how soft and protective Rick is of Evy even early on, when his version of “MUST PROTECT” consists in dipping her over the rail of the boat. And yes, there’s definitely an element of keeping Jonathan safe because Evy would be sad otherwise, but they also seem to just like hanging with each other? Like, when they get back to Cairo and Rick has his fight with Evy re. bailing or staying, he goes to the same bar Jonathan (and later the Americans) is and has a drink with him. And when they’re in Hamunaptra and Jonathan’s gun runs out of bullets (and he just... chucks the gun at the mummies XD) Rick physically drags him away. Also he takes a moment to ask Jonathan if he’s all right after making a door with dynamite and practically hauls him out of there. In TMR when they’re being shot at by Hafez’s men and they hunker down behind the statue, Rick has his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder the whole time. Don’t tell me they don’t like each other, because I will Call Shenanigans. (Of course I also think they’re vitriolic best buds/brothers-in-law and know they can throw all the snark at each other with no filter because they’re family, and a ridiculously small family at that.)

The thing is, Rick being The Protagonist(TM) (even though we all know it’s Evy, I mean, come on), the movies never place him in a position where he needs someone else protecting him, which is a damn shame. I mean, Evy essentially goes with Imhotep to protect him, Jonathan, Ardeth and the Curator, and we all know she would and could cut a swath through the Army of Anubis to defend him, so that’s something. But, y’know. Not all protection needs to be physical. 

And now I’m picturing a party after a conference in London or something and Jonathan lounging about and enjoying the free buffet when he hears someone speak about (or to) Rick in a less than flattering manner - the kind of cold contempt disguised as politeness, refined and cultured and so very civilised it hardly sounds like they’re comparing him to an ape at all. It’s all in good fun, old chap.

And, you know, Rick is perfectly able to defend himself, savvy enough to know when to throw a punch and when not to, and quite smart enough to come up with a few barbed retorts. But he doesn’t have the codes. He’s not playing by the same rules these people are, which makes him even more of an outlier and just a tiny bit more vulnerable than usual.

Now, Jonathan’s best weapons were never his fists, but his words. He and Evy grew up in this kind of milieu. This is a language he’s learned to speak, if only to shield himself because when your mother is Egyptian and your father comes from English gentry you either grow a thick hide or you break. So he ambles in, glass in hand, looking harmless and a little ridiculous, and he just. Rips into the guy. Talks circles around the bloody twat in that same fake-politely savage manner until the bystanders are all laughing at the aforementioned twat. Never raises his voice, never loses the slight smirk that makes the twat want to throttle him, until the twat mumbles an excuse and flees.

Because they might not agree on a number of things, but Rick is a capital fellow and Jonathan Carnahan will not have his new brother-in-law vilified and ridiculed by this lot, thank you very much.

[tricksters-captain]

TMR: The Death Cure/Gally imagine - You Made Me A Promise

AN: Due to my Colin Ritman fic being so popular I have also received requests for other Will Poulter characters. I used to write a lot for the maze runner when the first film came out so it actually feels strange going back to this but nethertheless I hope you enjoy. Also I’m sticking to the movie concept and script rather than the book. I am also using some of the deleted scenes from the movie. 

Summary: You and Gally met as rebels against W.I.C.K.E.D and now that his old maze friends have returned, you’ll be damned if he thinks he’s leaving you out now. 

Pairing(s): Gally x reader

Word count: 2,866

Warnings: Strong language, Fluff, there is smut at the end but I will put a smut warning for those who don’t like smut. There is plenty of fluff at the beginning but there is rough, unprotected s e x  at the end. Hair pulling. 

You shook your head when you heard Gally had gone out on patrol.

“You gotta trust him, (Y/n), he’s a tough guy.” Lucille called to you as you strutted away.

“I do trust him. I don’t trust the fuckers with guns shooting at him.” You called back.

You and Gally had been close ever since he joined the group. You initially repressed your attraction towards the boy due to the fact that it’s hard to have relationships with people due to the loss you have to endure. This world was dangerous and being so close to the city was worse.

You repressed your attraction until you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You were out on a run and it was Gally first hazardous mission which you tried to fight with Lawrence on, however, you lost. Gally got shot; it was just the shoulder and his injuries were minor but you had never felt so much concern for one person until that moment.

He had kept bugging you during the mission on why you didn’t want him to be a part it but you just blanked him or made up some bad excuse like how he was inexperienced. However, he just then snap back a snarky remark like ‘how could he get experience if you didn’t let him out’.

Then he got shot and your concern made it very clear that there was feelings there.

You visited him in the medical area a few times as he recovered and things went from there.

After that incident, you two were put on almost every patrol and mission together as everyone knew you’d watch each others back and you were pretty much inseparable. That became even more so after what happened to your brother.

“(Y/n)! He’s back.” Lucille came and got you from your living quarters when the vans returned from the patrol. There was a bombing on the outskirts from the guns you hated so much and you had been worried out of your mind. Lawrence forced you to stay within the premises after you tried to make a break to find Gally when the guns went off.

You ran down to the vans and managed to catch Gally getting punched by some brunette guy.

“Hey!” You yelled, your protectiveness kicking in hard as you thrusted forward. One of the boys grabbed you and stopped you from going any further.

You watched the brunette hover above Gally with his fist raised as Gally told everyone it was ‘alright’ which definitely wasn’t true to you.

“He killed Chuck.” The brunette grumbled as a skinner blonde tried to calm him down.

“Yeah, I know. I remember. I do, alright? But I also remember that he was stung and half out of his mind. Just calm down.” The blonde one said which managed to just work as the brunette pushed himself off Gally.

Gally also rose to his feet and held his jaw. He saw you and shrugged. ”

“Kinda had that coming.” Gally stated. “Anybody else? Fry? Newt?” Gally looked between the other boys.

“You know this guy?” The older man out of the group asked the kid who seemed to be called Fry.

“He was an old friend.” Fry must have been referring to the maze. That was the only way you could think these boys would know Gally.

“How-How is this possible? I don’t... We watched you die.” Newt, the blonde one, stared at Gally with disbelief as if he might be a ghost or phantom.

“No, you left me to die.” Gally corrected them. “And if we didn’t find you when we did, you’d be dead right now.” There was a pause before Gally spoke again. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Minho. WCKD has him here.” Newt told Gally. “We’re looking for a way in.”

You scoffed which caught Gally’s attention for a moment.

“I can help with that.” Gally told them to your surprise. You had a way into the city but if Gally thinks he can get them into the W.I.C.K.E.D building he’s wrong. “Follow me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” The brunette refused. You admired his gut but now was no time for holding grudges.

“Suit yourself but I can get you through those walls.” Gally shrugged.

You knew the boys would take this opportunity, you could see it in their faces.

You moved to Gally’s side, shoulder to shoulder almost immediately as he lead the newbies to Lawrence.

“We need to talk.” You mutter, Gally shook his head slightly at your anger which only made you wanna slap him even more.

You peered over your shoulder at the boys raising their eyebrows at your interaction with Gally and just looked them up and down.

Gally explained how he was alive to the group as you all walked down to Lawrence.

“Gally, glad to see you made it back. Jasper told me what happened.” Lawrence greeted Gally as you approached him. “(Y/n), here was worried sick. Practically had to strap her to her bed to keep her within the premises.”

“Thank you for that.” You nodded, slightly annoyed he would say that right at that moment.

“It was a slaughter. There's nothing we could do against those guns.” Gally informed him.

“No, but they can only poke the hornet's nest so long before they get stung.” Lawrence brought a flower up to what was left of his nose as he spoke. “(Y/n), do you mind fetching Lucille for me, I need a word with her.”

You nodded and walked away from the group. You couldn’t fight against Lawrence. He clearly wanted you out the room for some reason.

Gally caught Fry staring at you as you left the room and whacked him on his chest.

“Hey!” Gally snapped, “That’s mine.” Gally warned the guys as he nodded in your general direction. Not that you heard that.

When you returned you found out that Gally would take Thomas, the brunette, and Newt to the city to scout the WCKD building.

You grabbed Gally’s arms and pulled him to one side.

“You’re funny if you think you’re going into that city without me after what just happened out there.” You tugged Gally further away to have a private conversation but you knew the boys would try to listen in anyway.

“(Y/n), I’ll be fine...” Gally tried to tell you, pulling his arm out of your tight clasp.

“I am not losing you.” You quickly cut in, staring at him with an intenseness that even Gally couldn’t ignore.

“It’s just a run, just to show them the building.” Gally told you.

“Yeah, and Mike went out for ‘a run’ and never came back. Where you go, I go. That was the deal.” You reminded him of the promise he made when he asked you to be his partner in everything. Work and life. You were his and he was yours.

Mike was your brother. He went out on a quick run where he was just going into the city to go to the lookout but he was caught by the night patrol and he was killed.

You didn’t trust the city and you didn’t trust Gally to come back alive every time he went which is why you always went with him. If he died at least it was the both of you going down not just one.

“Alright. Aright, you can come.” Gally pressed his lips against your head and wrapped his arm around the back of your neck to embrace you.

Gally was flipping off the boys behind your back as Newt and Fry looked at each other and smirked.

“Come on, we need to change if we’re going.” You pulled back and headed to yours and Gally’s room.

Gally followed you and told the group to wait with Lawrence until he came back and that he wouldn’t be long.

“I can’t believe the only time you go on patrol without me is the only time they drop bombs and shoot at you. Do you realise what could’ve happened?” You asked as you toss the boy a clean jumper.

“Look, I’m sorry. They were a man short today and––” Gally tried to apologise but the anxiety was rattling your brain as you started overthinking all the things that could've happened.

“––Sorry doesn’t cut it, Gally. We’re a team. You made a promise and today you broke it.” You spun around as you snapped to look at him. You hadn’t been this upset with him before and Gally knew that.

Gally threw his jumper over his head before taking a few steps towards you.

“Hey.” He whispered as he pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry.”

You held him back tightly and breathed in his o-so-familiar scent.

“It’s okay.” You moved back and touched his face. His hard expression melted away at your touch and he closed his eyes.

“Let’s go.” He took your hand and kissed the palm before walking towards the door.

As you made your way down to the tunnels you fell back so that the newbies wouldn’t. Gally lead at the front as the boys in the middle complained about their way in.

It took a while as it always does to make it to the door that lead to the city. There was a close run-in with one of the trains which almost gave you the second heart attack of the day.

Newt fell and Gally went back for him and they dived under the train. You swore you could’ve died right there.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack today?” You glared at the boy as you and Thomas ran over to them to help them up.

“Keeps up an exciting relationship.” Gally tried to joke.

“I swear to God that if today doesn’t kill you, I will.” You turned on your heels and made your way to the door that lead out into the station.

As soon as you walked into public you took your natural instinct to stay close to Gally and you stayed stuck to his side until you reached the lookout point.

“There it is.” You gestured towards the large glass building that is the WCKD HQ as you rounded the stairs.

“If they’ve got Minho, that’s where they’ll be keeping him.” Gally told the boys as he picked up the hidden telescope.  

“Lawrence has been trying to find a way in for years. The place is crawling with soldiers.” You folded your arms across your chest as you stared at the building you detested so much.

“Surveillance everywhere. Scanners at every entrance.” Gally added.

“Sounds like a bloody fortress.” Newt frowned, looking between you and Gally as you stepped back from the edge.

“Yeah I thought you said you had a way in.” Thomas confronted Gally.

“I might.”

“What do you mean you might? Gally you said you could get us in there. We’re following you’re lead here, we’re trusting you, we don't have to do that.” Thomas barked at Gally.

“Alright, let’s get a few things straight first otherwise there’s no point in going any further.” Gally turned to Thomas to try to explain himself. “Look, I know what I did, okay? I may not remember but I know. I see Chuck’s face every time I close my eyes.” He admitted honestly.

You looked down at your feet and sucked on your lower lip. You knew this all too well. There would be some nights when Gally would wake up, covered in sweat and screaming. Some of the nightmares he has, especially of the boy Chuck, even kept you awake at night. You knew the personal hell he was going through.

“Listen, we don’t have to be friends and I’m not asking for anybodies forgiveness. I’m asking to put it behind us because we want the same thing. And after this, we go our separate ways but until then, none of this works unless we trust each other.” Gally continued.

“Okay...” Thomas backed off. “Okay, what’s your plan?” 

“Take a look.” Gally moved away from the telescope to let Thomas have a look.

Thomas looked through the telescope for a minute before his head shot back up.

“I said I had a way in. I didn’t say you were gonna like it.” Gally knew what this meant for Thomas and so did you. Gally had told you about the girl before and about Thomas, however, it only just clicked.

“Okay, you’ve shown him the building, you showed him the girl. We gotta get back. The later we’re out here, the more likely we’re gonna get caught.” You stepped forward and touched Gally’s shoulder to bring yourself into the conversation.

“She’s right. We can talk this through back at home base.” Gally took the telescope down and hid it away.

When you made it back to base, Gally told Thomas to sleep on it before making any big decisions and that everyone could talk about it in the morning.

Gally sat down on the couch in your living space. He groaned as he ran his hand over his head. He must’ve ached from the near miss with the train earlier and all the running around the city.

You sat slightly behind him and wrapped your arms around him, circling your fingers on his chest.

“I’m sorry I got so worried today.” You whispered. You didn’t like it when you got mad at Gally but on some days you couldn’t help it when your anxiety is telling you you’re gonna lose him. You didn’t want to lose another person. Especially this one.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Gally kissed the top of your head then sighed.

You lifted your head up to his and kissed his cheek. He pressed a thin-lipped smile onto his lips for a second. You used your finger to turn his chin to face you as you took his lips with yours.

He kissed you back warmly before sitting back and taking hold of your hips to move you on top of his lap.

**Smut warning**

You straddled the boy and deepened the kiss, lifting your shirt off over your head quickly.

Gally’s hands were cold and rough as he gripped onto your hip and the back of your neck. You could already feel him growing hard beneath you as the kiss became breathless.

You removed Gally’s shirt, breaking the kiss for only a second, and Gally’s hand soon moved from your hip to your breast as he grew excited.

“Gally.” You whispered his name hinting at what you wanted as you circled your hips against him.

Gally flipped you over so that you were on your back on the couch before he started unbuckling his trousers.

You undid your own and Gally easily took them off of you as he situated himself between your legs.

Gally lowered himself to kiss you, one hand on the arm rest behind your head and the other stroking down your bare stomach.

You arched your back and your lips part as his fingers ran over your clit, he knew exactly what to do by now to make you putty in his fingers.

Gally smiled against your kiss at your reaction before pulling away to watch you underneath him as he only continued to tease you as he rubbed your clit faster, his touch already bringing you close to orgasm.

“Gally... Fuck me.” You begged as he teased. Gally happily obliged as he took his throbbing member and lined it up to you before kissing you one more time and squeezing himself inside.

You dug your nails into his shoulders as he entered you. He waited for you to beg once more before properly fucking you.

“Please.” You whined, and with that Gally started to thrust into you, gaining a a rhythm.

It didn’t take long for Gally to be pounding you into the couch cushions, you both liked it rough. Gally took a handful of your hair as his other hand balanced him on the arm of the couch.

You winced as he tugged but it only brought you closer to the edge with each pull.

Gally clenched his jaw as he too was getting close to climax as he pumped in and out of you.

Gally knew you were getting close, you pulled the same face every time you were nearing your orgasm which only encouraged him to pound you harder.

“Fuck.” You hissed as you felt your walls start to pulse. Gally rode you through your orgasm and then pulled out, covering you with his own finish.

He held himself up as you both tried to catch your breath.

You looked up at him and smiled. He rolled his eyes at your cuteness then leant down to kiss you.

“Come on, you need sleep.” You patted Gally’s bicep so he would get up. He swaggered over to the small kitchen area you had and tossed you a towel to clean yourself up before he scooped you up and carried you to bed.

(PART 2 HERE)

[writingglade]

TMR Imagine #3

Title; He Had Love | Part Two

Pairing; Newt x Reader

Request; None

Warnings; Mild angst, alternate universe, the butterfly effect

Words; 1923

Summary; No one thought that once you’d escaped the maze that this was the life you’d live.

Requests are open | Masterlist

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

You squint, opening your eyes only to be blinded by the blazing sun. The static ringing in your ears tunes in to the sound of voices as your eyes adjust. A soft accent sticks out among the rest, though you can’t quite place just where it was from, perhaps England? You weren’t all to sure. 

A sandy head of hair pops into your vision as the floor beneath you rattles. Whoever it is squints, face scrunching up slightly as he turns his head up and to the side. His lips part for a moment, though nothing leaves them. The ground rattles once more, leaving you to assume whoever it was that jumped into the pit you found yourself in was larger than the blonde. 

A harsh voice meets your ears, “What the shuck?”

A soft tut pulls your attention away from the anger in the voice, a hand outstretching towards you, “Let’s get you up, alright Greenie?”

Greenie? What the hell was a Greenie? You reluctantly take the blonde’s outstretched hand, ready to yank him to the ground and pin him if he tried anything. He seems to notice this through the tenseness in your arm, he chuckles.

“Hey,” he speaks softly, a smile forming on his face, “I’m not gonna hurt you. None of us are.”

He seems to think for a moment before looking off to his side, where a noticeably more muscular guy stood. “Well, Gally here might but I’ll try my best to ensure he doesn’t. Alright, love?”

You furrow your eyebrows at the name. First Greenie, now Love? The blonde releases his hand from yours after giving it a reassuring squeeze. The muscular man—Gally—huffs, scrunching his nose before practically stomping over.

“Come on she-bean, let’s get a move on.” He grabs ahold of your upper-arm, roughly pulling you to your feet.

You ignore the pain left from his calloused grip, annoyance showing on your features. “I have a name you know.”

Gally seems amused, huffing a laugh through his nostrils that disgustingly flare as he does so. He folds his arms, looking to you with a condescending smirk.

“Do you now? Alright, Greenie, what’s this name of yours then?” He appears rather smug as he asks, a look that makes you want to punch him straight in his ugly nose.

“My name is—” Wait a minute... What was your name? “I— My name—”

Gally lets out a triumphant laugh, taking a step forward and jabbing a finger into your chest. “That’s what I thought, Greenie.”

“Gally,” The blonde begins to warn, though you're already reeling back your arm. “That’s eno—”

Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to recalculate your aim after the blonde shoved Gally away. Your fist connects with his cheek and he staggers back, a hand immediately flying to his now red cheek.

“Bloody hell,” He groans, massaging his sore cheek. “you pack one hell of a punch, Love.”

He doesn’t seem mad, oddly enough. Rather, he simply laughs, scowling as Gally busts into a fit of cackling laughter. You draw in a deep breath, pivoting on your heel before careening your fist into his nose. He grunts, faltering in place before blood gushes from his nose. A scowl forms against his brow as he examines the blood on his fingers.

“Did you just...?” A rumbling growl seeps from his throat as he angrily wipes the blood from his nose with his arm, smearing it across his face in a gross display.

His hand fists in your hair before you have a chance to process the fact that he was even reaching for you. You yelp, letting out a cry of pain as he harshly tugs you.

“Gally! What do you think you’re doing?!” A new voice booms amongst the others before the blonde is trying to free your hair from Gally’s hand.

The blonde succeeds with little to no effort as soon as another male appears in the pit. He ushers you away from the other two, climbing out of the pit himself before offering a hand to help you out.

“Come on now, let’s get you out of there.” 

You hesitate before taking his hand, allowing him to help you out of the pit. You stumble to your feet once they meet the soft grass. You look around, noticing that many of the boys that had been watching you before had dispersed across the large field you found yourself in. You look back to the blonde in confusion.

“Where— Where am I?” The colossal stone walls that stare back at you put a sour feeling in your stomach. 

You’re afraid. That much is obvious. The blonde doesn’t have time to answer before you find yourself running in a full-blown sprint. You don’t know where you’re running or how it was possible for you to run so fast. You hear the blonde’s voice behind you.

“We’ve got a runner!” 

You feel yourself running faster at his words, unsure how much longer your legs could keep up the pace. The stone walls are getting closer, and the blonde’s yells are both growing more frantic and closer. Then you’re on the ground and the world is spinning. You’re pressed flush against the blonde, back against the dry soil as he tightly holds onto your body. A pant leaves his lips, brushing against your ear before he pushes himself up.

“Hey,” He pants, grinning down at you. “for a second there, I thought you could be a runner. Well—until you got tackled by a guy with a bad leg and a limp.”

You force a laugh that becomes just a bit more genuine when he climbs off of you and helps you up once more. He looks around for a moment, before spreading out his arms.

“This,” he looks to you with a soft smile, “is the glade.” He points to himself with a bashful grin, “And I’m Newt. Sorry ‘bout not introducing myself sooner.”

You frown, nervously scratching the back of your neck. “Sorry about punching you.”

Newt laughs, “No worries Greenie, I’m pretty sure we all had a similar reaction when we came up in the box.”

“We?” You look around quizzically, “You mean, you all came up in that?”

He nods, “Yup, every month a new Greenie comes up. Though you’re the first girl.”

There were no other girls? Your fear returns, this time tenfold. You step back from Newt, readying yourself to run again though your legs won’t move. Newt seems to notice, going to grab your wrist to prevent you from doing so, but you take another step back.

“Who are you? Where am I? Why can’t I remember anything?” You take a deep breath, gesturing vaguely as you speak before stabbing out a finger in the direction of the wall in front of you. “And what the hell is up with these walls?”

Newt runs a hand through his dusty hair, browns eyes softening as he speaks slowly as to not further agitate your nerves, “I’m Newt and I’m second-in-command here in the glade, just behind Alby.” He extends a finger past you, pointing to another muscular man—the same that had jumped into the pit with you, Newt, and Gally—dragging Gally behind him. “That’s Alby. He’s in charge, been here the longest—well, out of what’s left of us that is.” He pauses for a moment, turning to look at the looming walls. “That’s the maze. You aren’t allowed in there. None of us are, not unless you’re a runner. There are things in there that no one needs to see, especially the likes of you. We don’t know what’s out there, and we don’t know how to get out. We’ve been trying for years. That’s beside the point though. You’ve gotta be given the tour, and by the looks of it, Alby’s busy locking Gally up in the slammer.”

Newt begins to walk past you, turning his head over his shoulder as a signal for you to follow him. At his previous comment, Newt’s limp suddenly becomes noticeable and you notice how when he stands in place he shifts his weight to his better leg. It’s something you find almost admirable due to how despite whatever pain he might’ve felt, he still ran after you to prevent you from dying a tragic death in the maze. For a moment you feel thankful, though it quickly washes away with an invisible tidal wave when you notice Newt’s leg begin to tremble impatiently, having grown tired from supporting a majority of his weight.  You take a moment before reluctantly trudging over, nervous to learn more about the glade yet dying to somehow find comfort in getting to know the place.

By the end of the tour, you only feel slightly more comfortable than you had when you’d first awoken in the box. Newt makes it an effort to help you feel welcomed—going as far as to show you the places you could go to unwind, even implying that you could hide out in the map room when the runners were out as long as you didn’t get caught. Lastly, he shows you the gardens or as he’d referred to them, “His pride and joy after years of being a track-hoe.” Though he implied he tended to do lighter work as a gardener as opposed to the trench digging the actual track-hoes did. At some point, you grew to feel comfortable around Newt, well, more so than you did around the likes of Gally, Alby, and even Frypan. Newt pauses in the middle of the glade before he turns to look at you, stretching his arms above his head.

“Tomorrow, you’ll be starting work in the gardens. Just like the rest of us, you’ve gotta try until you find what you’re good at.” He wipes the sweat from his brow that had formed under the beating sun. “Judging by how the sky looks, Fry’ll be serving up dinner soon. The bonfire’ll be after the sun sets. You’d better rest up Greenie, you’re the guest of honor after all.”

He grins at you, pointing to the homestead, “Right now, there aren’t that many rooms. Gally and Ben’ll have to start adding on tomorrow seeing as Gally’s been thrown in the slammer for now.” He hums in thought for a minute. “You can use my old room, well, I say old but it’s only cause I’ve been sleeping out on the hammocks recently. Don’t think Alby’s gonna let you sleep outside with so many teen boys.”

Newt starts again, this time heading in the direction of the homestead. You follow him, not being all too short of a lost puppy as you trail just behind his heels, occasionally bumping your feet into his from following too close. He pulls open the door, leading you up the stairs and just down the hall before opening yet another door. The scent of dust wafts to your nose almost immediately and you find yourself holding back the urge to sneeze. You could definitely tell that Newt hadn’t been sleeping there. 

He coughs slightly, picking a shirt up off the ground, “Don’t mind the mess... I’ll, uh, clean up real quick. Why don’t you head down to the showers and freshen up?”

You squint at him, “Are you implying something, Newt?”

Newt snaps his head towards you, missing the woven basket he’d attempted to toss the shirt into. “N— No! Of course not!” You snicker slightly, earning a frown from Newt, “Bloody— Gosh, you sure are some kind of special, you shank.”

[writemoment]

Recovery Companion Pt.3

Writer: Ellie-Mae (Pen Name)

**Part: 3/5 Previous Parts: 1 - 2

Summary: Being the only girl stuck in a maze with boys, things get complicated. When y/n gets attacked, resulting in several injuries, she is assigned a companion during recovery. Will her quickly developing feelings for the tall, British boy be platonic or something more? And what will happen if or when he finds out?

Pairing: TMR Newt x Female!Reader

Warnings/Rated: Mentions of suicide attempt, attack(s) on character(s), nightmares and fluff!!

Word Count: 4,571

A/N: Hey! Quick note here! So this story will have a bunch of time jumps from here on out so please watch for that. ALSO! I would like to start a new imagine series for you guys - Should I do another TMR or a different fandom? Message me and let me know your ideas!! I really enjoy writing for you guys and would like to continue doing so. Anyway, now you can enjoy the story.**

( Readers ) P.O.V.

To say that Newt and I have been spending a lot of time together feels like an understatement. We sit together during meals (whenever he isn't busy), no matter where I'm working, he collects me to help him do his rounds of The Glade and every night we are together either in his room or mine.

It makes me really happy to be with him and sometimes he's busy so I don't see him much at that time. It doesn't feel overwhelming because we do get breaks from each other. The only things that are bothering me are; Newt acts affectionate one moment then backs off the next.

And...Gladers are starting to notice how much time we spend together, questions and jokes are going around but they don't ever reach Newt because he's second in command - that leaves me to take all the teasing.    

Several weeks have gone by and Newt has been acting strange when we're seen together. I don't know if I should be relieved or hurt, I'm scared of these feelings that I have for him and I don't want to hurt anyone or be hurt.

I woke up this morning to a 'see you later' and a smile from Newt as he was walking out the door. He's been sleeping a lot better recently but when the nightmares hit, they're worse than the last.

One night after I woke him, I decided to ask him what was wrong, what causes the nightmares. He didn't look at me and gave me a vague answer "loss". Not wanting to upset him, I didn't push it or ask again.

I've gathered that it's probably something to do with The Maze, sometimes he cries out in his sleep. Stuff like "run!" "I'm sorry" and "leave me".

After he left this morning, I haven't seen him. It was already dinner and there has been no sign of him. I'm not worried, he's most likely with Minho and/or Alby. I don't worry about him as much anymore because I know that we will see each other every night.

Chuck and Zart sit with me tonight, we're discussing whether or not pranks would be appropriate occasionally around here. I mean, it'd be kind of fun and I'm sure everyone would be a good sport. We are all laughing about our stupid ideas when a boy named Jay comes up and takes a seat beside me.

I don't know him that well, he's just another one of the dozen boys around here that I don't hang out with. I basically stay with my main group of friends and keep friendly with everyone else.

Something about Jay feels off though, I begin to shift uncomfortably when he doesn't say anything to us.

I greet him, offering a small smile with Chuck and Zart following my lead. Jay doesn't acknowledge the boys and continues to stare at me, smiling. "Hey, y/n. I just came over to see how you've been doing." He continues to smile and I assure him that I've been fine.

"That's great. I've noticed you spend a lot of time around the second of command..." God, not this again.

"Yeah, he's a good friend. Like Chuck and Zart here, I like to stay close to my friends." I finish, gesturing at my company. The boys sit quietly, not sure what to do. Silence fills the air and after a few moments, my friends decide to turn in for the night.

After they leave, I finish my food and push it to the middle of the table.

Jay still sits beside me, staring. I uncomfortably smile and try to find a polite way to excuse myself. Sadly, I didn't get to that point. "So, it seems like you are the closest to Newt since he's around your age." I nod, I suppose that's true.    

"You and I are close in age." He slides closer and I lean away from him."Maybe you could become closer with me..."

He places his hand on my knee and I immediately stand up and excuse myself. He grabs me by my arm tightly and I push him off, only for him to advance on me. I pull my arm back and aim for his face but he catches my hand.

Seriously? Why am I always caught in these situations!? He smiles smugly at me but that soon disappears. Another hand suddenly pulls us apart and Newt is standing at my side.

Newt still has Jay's wrist in his hand and pulls him in close, "Don't ever touch her like that again or I will feed you to the Grievers." it's barely a whisper but Jay got the message. Newt shoves him back and the boy stumbles over himself before hastily leaving.

Embarrassed. That's all I feel right now. I don't need to be saved all the time yet I'm so glad he was here. I hold my wrist in my hand and cradle it to my chest. I whisper a thank you, feeling my cheeks flush.

Slowly and gently, he reaches out and takes my wrist in his hands. It's red and turning a light purple in small patches. Newt's face remains expressionless as he examines my wrist.

I pull it away from him, he sighs but doesn't say anything. Not knowing what to do, I told him I was tired and made my way to my room. Our room? I don't even know anymore, all I know is that I need a bed.

Not bothering to change my clothes, I get into bed and cover my entire body. Newt didn't follow me and after a while, I assume he went to his own room. God, I'm such an idiot. Why do I have to be the only girl here?

I thought I could hold my own but I guess that's only true when others are around. Then when I'm alone....I feel out of control, useless.

Out of nowhere, I hear my door open and slam shut. I throw the covers away from my face and see Newt looming over me. Before I can ask or say anything, he's talking and rather loudly.

"I can't take it anymore! I hate it, so much." he half shouts, looking at my confused face.

"You drive me so bloody insane, I can barely stand to be around you! And the worst part is, you don't even realize it."

My heart hurts and I can't think straight. Newt doesn't like me? Were we ever friends or was it just something he felt obligated to do? He keeps talking, not allowing room for me to speak.

"Most of the guys think of you like a sister, a part of our family but others...bloody hell, It makes me want to beat the klunk out of them!" Newt bangs his fist on top of my dresser, irritated. I'm not sure what to think, I'm hurt and confused.

His eyes meet mine, glossed over and I see pain in them. "All I want to do is keep you safe. I want to protect you and make you smile. I want you to never worry over anything and most of all..." He looks away from me, walking to the end of the bed.

"I want you to love me as much as I love you..."

What? My heart flutters and hurts at the same time. Does he really feel the same way I do? With all of my being, I hope he does. Gently, I stand up and walk over to Newt. My hand reaches his shoulder and he turns around to look at me.

Newt. My best friend, the one I love. He's here in front of me and even if this is just a dream, I want him to know that I love him. He looks at me as I scan his face, my other hand going to the back of his head.

"I love you, Newt." I whisper, leaning my face up to his. Although he doesn't move, my lips meet his and soon he's kissing me back. Both of his hands rest on my hips, pulling me closer.

Whatever hurt I felt before, it all disappears and gets replaced with the affection we both have for each other. I pull away, breathing heavily while smiling and Newt places a kiss on my exposed collar bone before hugging me.  We hug tightly for several minutes and I never want to leave this moment. Pecking his lips a few more times, we both head to bed and sit there, talking about everything we kept inside. Newt. The tall, blonde, British boy that I've been drawn to since day one. He's mine now and I, his. My Newt.

Now that Newt and I know we feel the same, so does the entire Glade. He didn't bother hiding it but didn't flaunt it either. I respected that, keeping our business to us. Still, if anyone messed with me, he made it known that I was his. Thankfully, no one has except for a smart comment here and there. 

"'Bout time you guys got together! I was starting to debate stealing her from you." Minho says, laughing.

Newt punches him hard in the shoulder, causing Minho to wince while a smirk creeps onto Newt's face.

A few days passed and we have been so happy. I was working with Chuck today and he wouldn't shut up, which I didn't mind. He was a bit nosy about my relationship but I answered most of the questions as long as they weren't too personal.

On our way to the builders to deliver water, Newt passed me and stuck a piece of paper in my hand. He smiled and winked at me, leaving without a word. Even though I was eager to look at the paper, I didn't want Chuck to know about or read it. I finally got a chance to open the folded note and it read

‘Meet me at the tower after work. - Newt' 

It took everything in me not to smile for the remainder of work but occasionally, I'd feel one spread across my face. So after work, I took a shower and changed into new clothes before heading to the tower.

When I finally reached the top, Newt was sitting with his back against the rails and looking out at the field that makes up most of our home. 

He must have heard me because he looks over, smiling and motioning for me to join him. Everything in front of me made me happy. 

A tan blanket was spread out and our dinner was placed on top. He had a lit torch setting inside it's holder, casting a warm light over everything. But most of all, Newt was there.

I sat beside him and he gave me a kiss, not a long one but gentle. My heart swells and I can't help but smile into his lips.

"I thought I'd try to take you on dates even though it's almost bloody impossible to be somewhere alone." He chuckles lightly and I reassure him how wonderful it is.

Newt always made me feel safe and always took my feelings into consideration. After our lovely date, we ended our night like always. Peacefully asleep in each others arms.

**6 months later **

"You really are a piece of work, Thomas." I laugh at him as he tries to come up with ways to get out of the maze.

"Listen, we've tried all of those things. Unless you have a map of the maze memorized in that head of yours, I'd leave the maze to the runners." I say this in a serious voice.

A few months ago, Newt woke from a nightmare screaming out my name and frantically searching for me. I calmed him down and finally got the truth out of him...

About four months before I arrived in the box, Newt had been a runner. I was confused on how that could be, with his leg and all. Newt was in a dark place, no hope left to be found in his mind.

One day, on a run, he climbed the vines of the maze walls and jumped off. He tried to take his own life but instead he landed on his foot - he fractured his ankle.

I started to cry when he told me, not being able to imagine a world without him. He told me he felt like a failure, like he couldn't do anything right, including his attempt. Minho found him and dragged him back to the glade. His nightmares are about that day. And he has a constant reminder of his failure, his limp.

However, the nightmares started changing when I came up. His voice seemed broken as he told me. "I started dreaming about you coming into the maze to find me..." Newt had never cried in front of me until that night.

"and a Griever gets a hold of you and I can't reach you. I can't run or protect you because I wasn't strong enough to fight for you. I never want that to become a reality, ever. And you're the only thing that keeps me from drowning in those nightmares." Newt finished and I straddled his lap and embraced him.     Quietly I told him that I was happy he failed and that sometimes being a failure is good when succeeding wasn't. We both cried silently and he told me the last secret he had.

"Y/n....there is no way out of the maze."

My mind snaps back to the present, I had forgotten I was talking to the Greenie. 

Thomas came up a few days ago. Newt was originally in charge of showing him around but he got called into a meeting with Alby so I got left with the job.

I hadn't gotten close with any newcomers since Aaron came up but Thomas is nice. He's helping me out in the gardens, he seems to be about Newt's age but he's not as tall as Newt.

 With his messy dark hair and tan skin, he's cute. I feel a connection with him but not like I do with Newt. It's different..

We keep on working even though we're basically finished, we try to stretch the work out until the end of the day. Thomas picks up a chunk of dirt and throws it at me, hitting me square in the forehead. That slinthead....

He barks out laughter, throwing his head back with tears in his eyes. I throw myself at him, tackling his form to the ground and smother loose dirt onto his face. Quickly laughing, I jump off and run.

Newt has been teaching me how to get stronger since we started dating, I had told him how useless I felt. Even Minho has been training me like a runner. Although I can run faster now, Thomas caught up to me near Homestead. I screamed, laughing as he spins me around by my waist.

"Put me down you slinthead!!" When he sets me down, I'm dizzy from the spinning. I nearly fall over but bump into someones chest before I can steady myself.

Oh, klunk. "What are you doing, love?" Newt says as he pushes me to stand, steadying my figure. Thomas and I weren't doing anything wrong, yet I feel guilty. Glancing over at Thomas, he looks as uncomfortable as I feel.

"Hey, hun. We're just goofing off since we finished with work. Clearly, things escalated quickly." I say, gesturing at the dirt stuck to our sweaty faces.

All I get is a hum in reply and Newt grabs my hand, leading me away. When I look back, Thomas is gone. I refocus on wherever my boyfriend is leading me, which apparently is in the Deadheads.

We get to a corner of the maze wall that's surrounded by trees and I get pulled down beside him. I look over at him, patiently waiting for him to speak.

Honestly, I can't tell if he's mad. Even with having been in a relationship with him for over six months and knowing him for almost a year, I can never gauge how pissed he is.

"Newt, are you okay? Please, tell me what's wrong." He doesn't say anything so I reach to turn his face to look at me but he pulls away. What the shuck? Feeling slightly hurt, I pull my hand back. Our hands are still intertwined but he sits away from my body.

I jump when he suddenly turns and begins talking, "Am I failing again?" He looks at me, still emotionless. I'm confused.

"I can't even find a way out of this bloody maze, I can't help look because of my shucking leg and I feel like I'm not making you as happy anymore."

No..no, he can't think that. "Please. Newt, please don't say that. You aren't failing, you never failed at anything good! We've had so many work on that maze and still no one knows. It's not your fault..."

I lay my hand on his knee, wanting so badly to comfort him. "And don't you ever say you don't make me happy. Because that's a bloody lie, you make me smile everyday and love me when I can't even love myself. You're mine and my feelings for you aren't going to go away."

Our eyes meet and he pulls me into a hug. I repeat myself, making sure he understands and doesn't forget how much I love him.

He pulls back and kisses me. Both of us smile and he says, "Good that."

After dinner, we sit around and catch up with our friends. Chuck and Newt are sitting at my sides, Thomas is sitting beside Newt and Minho. My heart flutters, making my cheeks flush when I feel Newt's hand resting on my thigh.

He doesn't mean anything by it, it's something he does unconsciously. It's just a reminder that I'm here with him but even after all this time, the love that fills my heart doesn't cease when he's around.

The hand on my leg squeezes gently which is his signal that he's ready to leave. We say our good-nights to the boys and head upstairs.

"Goodnight, lovebirds!" Minho calls after us.

I stick my tongue at him but he just holds his arms open to me. I quickly jump into his bear hug before continuing to bed. Newt and I just stay in his room now. The other room is vacant, waiting for some glader to occupy it eventually.     I'm changing clothes and standing in my undergarments when Newt comes up behind me, hugging me. He's so warm, I turn and just lean into his warmth. When we pull away, he runs his hand over my chest, over my scar. Quickly, I pull on one of his tank tops and a pair of shorts.

With a little jump, I flop onto the bed and wait for my boyfriend to join me. My eyes close and I hum in contentment. I feel the bed dip but slightly jump when I feel my stomach become exposed.

When I looked, Newt was shirtless and hovering over me. (He still is dressed from the waist down, you pervs.) Lightly his fingertips trace the deep scar on my thigh before he moves on. His eyes become glued on the big pink scar across my stomach. Gently, he places soft kisses across it.

I love this man so much, I didn't think I could ever feel like this. He looks up at me and begins to apologize but I just shush him by throwing a shirt at his face. He feigns irritation as he pulls the shirt over his head. I tug him beside me, kissing him to convey these feelings.

He still blames himself for not stopping Gally, but Newt's the reason why I don't have nightmares about it. We smile at each other and he wraps his muscular arms around me, enveloping me in warmth from his skin.

Huh? Where am I? 

I look around and I'm in some kind of room filled with screens. There are many people in here, all typing something into computers. I move closer to the screen to inspect and gasp. Newt.

 There in front of me, the whole Glade is broadcast and I see Newt running through the maze. That's when everything slows down. Newt, he's climbing the maze wall. No, no this can't happen.

Frozen to the spot, I watch as the love of my life jumps, breaking his ankle. 

Frantically, I start screaming, needing to find a way to help him. The people around me call out and suddenly two men dressed in black clothes drag me out of the room.

 Through the halls, I scream and thrash. Newt. He can't be dead. He can't. The guards throw me into a room and close the doors.

 Immediately, I'm up banging on the door. This can't be happening. Losing strength, I fall onto my knees and cry.

 Suddenly, the door opens and someone pulls me up. Thomas? I don't understand...

 "Y/n, we need to get you into the maze. Newt is alive but I don't think he will last without you going in. I don't know how, but we have to put you in there." Thomas talks fast but calmly.

 "How? There's almost no way that they'd put any of us in there. It's too risky. But whatever you have in that head of yours, if it'll get me to Newt...I'm in." After I finish talking, he tells me to follow him.

 “We need to get you in there soon but because of your outburst, they wouldn't consider putting you in right now. They'd just kill you."

I mutter a sorry, not sure what to say. Thomas just smiles at me, giving me a side hug. "It's okay, I understand. If that were you in there, I'd probably do the same thing. Anyway, we need to get their trust again before we try anything." 

 I agree with that, being killed won't help Newt. We come to a closed door and Thomas grabs my hand. "We can't do this alone though. We need to talk to Teresa."

Gasping, I sit up in bed slightly in panic. Newt jumps, clearly not used to me being the one with the nightmares. "Y/n, are you alright? What's wrong?!" Newt kneels in front of me, rubbing circles into my shoulders.

"Yeah, just a nightmare. It's okay, it was nothing." I tell him but my voice carries no emotion. What was that? And why was Thomas there and who the hell is Teresa?

Newt must accept my answer in his half asleep mind and climbs back into bed with me. He pulls me back to him but I don't sleep for the rest of the night. Who am I? The terrifying thought enters my mind and I can't shake it. What if that wasn't a dream? What if that were a memory...

All I know is that I can't tell Newt, not until I know for sure what's going on. Also, I have to talk to Thomas and see if he knows who Teresa is.

The next morning, I work with Thomas in the gardens again. I want to talk to him but Newt is here along with a few others. Thomas must have noticed because he calls me out on it.

"Hey y/n, you're being awfully quiet. That's a first that I've seen." He says as he throws another chunk of dirt at me and sticks his tongue out. I apologize and force a laugh.

Goosebumps rise on my skin as I feel Newt look at me. He must notice that something is off but doesn't choose to say anything in front of others.

'If that were you in there, I'd probably do the same thing.'

 Who is Thomas to me? And I to him?

With all my being, I hope that it was just a nightmare but the sinking feeling in my stomach makes me think otherwise. No matter how hard I try to think back to any kind of memories, I get super sick. When I think of my nightmare last night, I feel uneasy.

Something is happening and I'm not sure that it's going to be good. My eyes wander over to Newt, feeling my heart sink. In my dream...I called him the love of my life. I wonder...

"Hey, Tommy. Would you go get some more dirt instead of throwing it, yeah?" Newt throws a bucket to Thomas. After he leaves, Newt crouches beside me as I pick weeds from around the veggies.

"Y/n?" he reaches over and holds my face towards him. "You seem off today. What's on your mind, darling?" There's so much concern and love in those eyes, I feel guilty for keeping this from him.

"Nothing, really. Just thinking about the maze..." I trail off, hoping he assumes I'm talking about escaping.

"I'll be fine. It's just one of those things tha-"

Screaming. 

Newt and I jump up. There's screaming from the Deadheads. Oh, no. Thomas..

I grab a shovel and together we run towards the sound. We catch sight of Thomas running with Ben hot on his trail. Ben? He's one of our runners, he shouldn't be here around this time of day.

Ben tackles him and I feel the sinking feeling of remembering this happening to me a year ago. Newt passes me and I throw him my shovel, which he catches with ease.

With a quick swing, Newt slams the shovel into Ben's face. The swing was powerful enough to knock Ben back, giving enough time for the rest of the Gladers to catch up and secure him. I crouch by Thomas, he's not badly injured. I'm relieved that it wasn't as severe as my attack.

Alby comes up and commands the boys to lift Ben's shirt. The runner thrashes, screaming out as they tug up the clothing. There's a small puncture wound but that's not what makes me gasp.

From the small opening, dark purple and blue veins spread underneath the skin like the roots of a tree. At this point, Ben is basically foaming at the mouth.

"He's been stung, take him to the med-hut. I'll meet you guys there. Newt, follow me. Y/n, you have training from the medjacks right?" Alby asks me.

 I reply that I do and he orders me to take Thomas to the spare med room to treat his wounds.

We all follow our orders and I help Thomas over to the extra med room beside the kitchen. I gather some supplies, he doesn't need much help since he only has a few scratches, a cut on his head and a headache.

"Thomas, what happened? Do you know why Ben would attack you?" I ask, not looking up because I'm bandaging him.

He slightly winces and I whisper an apology. "It's okay. I don't know, I was gathering dirt like Newt asked then I started hearing twigs snap. Ben stated yelling at me, he kept saying things like 'this is your fault' and 'you're going to suffer like the rest of us'." Thomas finishes.

I drop the roll of gauze I had in my hand, looking up at Thomas. He asks what's wrong and all I can do is shake my head. Finally finding my words, I choke out quietly,

"Thomas...we put these kids in here..."

Part Four Here

A/N: Duh, duh, duuuuunnnn!!! Hey, hope you guys enjoy this! I will still be posting the next part this Monday so be sure to follow us and watch out for that. Thank you all so so much and I’ll talk to you all soon! - Ellie-Mae

[musicallisto]

Hello! I would like a TMR ship, please? I’m an average Heterosexual brunette. I’m shy and quiet but can outgoing and sweet; through I never officially open-up unless I really trust this people. I always try to will listen and help other people. I can be timid, stubborn, sensitive, and have an attitude at times. I love nature, writing, reading, music, swimming, and having small adventures. I usually write stories, draw, read, and always seem to be lost in thought. prompt #05 and #29, please?

☣ Stand My Ground (Thomas x Reader)

author notes: hope you like this! I ship you with Thomas!warnings: blood, fighting, wounds & angstyour song: within temptation - stand my ground (I love this song SO MUCH)

YOU HADN'T SEEN a battle this bloody in a long time - and God knew you had seen particularly bloody battles.In fact, calling the raging chaos of disorganized kicks and undexterous punches a battle was a little optimistic; it was more of a collective, desperate seizure that had broken out in mere seconds and was only motivated by two wishes: the hope to get away from this madhouse, from this hell of white corridors and cell-like hospital rooms, and, most vividly, the will to survive.You had been fighting WICKED operatives for a few minutes now and you were starting to grow immensely tired. An indescribable soreness gained your muscles and took over your movements, making them gaucher, havier. You could feel your agility plummeting down in the dark abyss of terror as every punch you threw was gradually slower and clumsier, and you stumbled on your own feet. It wasn’t long until the soldier you were fighting, whose mask you had managed to rip apart from his face in a desperate attempt to slash his throat with your fingernails, noticed your fatigue too, and with a series of precise and brisk hits at nose and an impetuous jolt to the stomach, he sent you flying backwards. All your months of training in this immaculate prison vanished at the exact moment when your body hit the spotless surface where the ground met the wall, and your breath was knocked out of your chest in an instant. Your eyelids fluttered heavily; you were barely managing to keep them open, and death sounded like a deliverance at that exact moment. Or, if not death, just a little second of sleep. A second would be just enough to shake yourself from this muscular numbness, to fall back into the sweet salvation of the void…When you looked up through your blood-stained eyelashes and saw the WICKED guard, mercilessly, painlessly slowly, aiming his rifle right at your face as if he were taking pleasure from this agonizing torture, as if he anticipated the moment he would see all life escape from his wounded prey, you knew you wouldn’t get that much-deserved second of sleep.You closed your eyes and raised your chin. If this was the way fate’s twisted sense of humor had decided to cut your red string, so be it. But you wouldn’t die any other way than with your head up.You braced yourself for the excruciating gunshot just above your head, for the piercing pain through your skull, for the torturous scream that would leave your throat and the black silence that would engulf you…You braced yourself. You waited. And waited more. But none of that came.When you opened your eyes, cautiously as though the artificial light from the nauseous room would hurt your eyes, you saw your boyfriend Thomas crouching down in front of you, worry evident in his eyes, a long streak of blood coming down his temple and the lifeless corpse of your attacker laying at his feet, his gun now securely grasped in the brown-haired boy’s hand.

“Oh my God, Y/N - are you okay? Can you- can you hear me?” he stammered, shaky hands struggling to cup your cheeks. “Wow - were’d you get that wound?”

His fingers proceeded to wipe off the hot blood that you almost hadn’t felt was dripping down your upper lip, from your probably broken nose. You couldn’t help chuckling nervously, still stunned by the violent hits you had recieved mere seconds before.

“Take a wild guess, Thomas.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” he grimaced, his pupils anxiously running from one side of your face to the other, searching for other injuries to treat. “Stupid question. C'mon, Y/N, we gotta get out of here. I’ll help you up-”

“No,” you feebly interrupted him, a sudden, intense pain coursing through your veins as if it decided to show itself only at that precise moment, when your brain registered Thomas’s words about having to leave the comfortable nook of ruins in which you were slumped. “No, you gotta get out of here,” you insisted.

You gently pushed away Thomas’s timid hands, that were trying to hold your own to give him courage. It broke your heart to see him like that, lips slightly apart as though he couldn’t comprehend what you had just told him, like an unfathomable thought haunting a poor child. But there was no other option. You would be a burden for them - a burden for him. And you couldn’t stand the thought of Thomas getting hurt, or wose, because you slowed him down and he stayed to help you.

“Don’t be stupid, Y/N, I’ll hold you, all you gotta do is get up, okay?”

“Leave me, Thomas,” you ordered, your voice already starting to falter. “I’m not worth it.”

“I’m not about to leave you behind!” he roared. “Dammit, Y/N, it’s not the moment to be self-sacrificing-”

“It’s not a matter of self-sacrifice, it’s just that I love you!” you screamed, cutting short his nervous ramblings.

You two remained there in pure silence, not even remotely disturbed by the distant yelling of the other boys, telling Thomas and you to shake a leg, greenies, we don’t have all day, lost in each other’s eyes, with your own conviction each, different from the other’s.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “That’s why I’m not letting you go.”

And in a second, he had grabbed you by the shoulder and hoisted you up; you were too tired to fight back, too tired to retaliate. All the colors and sounds were starting to mix around you, and all you could feel was your boyfriend’s comforting frame that allowed you to entirely lean on him. Your eyelids fluttered more and more with each step, and as Thomas’s soft voice lulled you away - he was whispering reassuring words next to you, and you couldn’t tell exactly if he was trying to comfort you or himself -, you almost tripped twice on WICKED soldiers’ bodies.

You couldn’t distinguish your friends’ cries anymore. The only thing you were aware of was that you were almost being carried by Thomas and that you could barely put one foot in front of the other. Until finally what you thought was a metal door closed behind you, silence fell upon your group and you collapsed to the ground, panting heavily and the sugary feeling of your hot blood all over your mouth.

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Green & Yellow -chapter 4

Authors note: Okay, I know it has been almost a year, please don’t hate me, and please don’t hate the story. I never wanted to stop Green and Yellow because I have so many ideas for the plot but not enough time. For those of you whohaven’t read it, this is a TMR AU in Hogwarts! the reader is in Slytherin and Newt is in ;Hufflepuff. Please read the first few chapters here!

  chapter 3 ; chapter 2; chapter 1

“ Ms L/N, I said the potion needs to be sky blue, not military green”

You banged your face into the table in defeat. Potions had never been your strongest subject, while you found it quite cool and useful, you were more of an instinct person and precision was never your strength. Hence you’d often fumble during class. While in theory you were perfect, in practicals, your clumsiness took over.

“That’s the third time! HOW do you keep fumbling!?!” said Brenda from the next table. 

“Well” you gritted your teeth “Maybe I wouldn’t have, if my partner could be more of a help!” 

You looked pointedly at Minho who had been least bothered about the potion, instead he was half asleep, and occasionally talking to Thomas. You were so ready to smack him to his senses had the professor not been there. 

“ It’s funny how his whole personality changes between classes doesn’t it?” Newt whispered across your seat.

 You smiled, it was true. During Defence against Dark arts class Minho would pay full attention and even get pissed at people who disrupted the class at the slightest. Minho was very selective about his subjects, unfortunately those subjects were very few in number, the extra ones he had to take he paid barely any attention to (such as herbology and history of magic, which to be honest, you weren’t pretty great at either)

“ Minho, wake up! We can’t fail in practicals, we already have herbology for that.”

 Minho lifted his head and gazed at you 

“What the shuck is that Y/N, it looks like klunk.” 

“Well” you spat “ Maybe if like the others I had an extra pair of hands helping, it wouldn’t look like ‘klunk’!” 

“Fine woman!” Said Minho 

“ Hakuna your Tata’s, I’ll help you!” a few of your classmates giggled around you, but you ignored them and you restarted the preparation of the potion

Half an hour later class got over, you managed to make a potion which was almost sky blue with a little green in it. Minho told the professor that it was because of your and his dedication to Slytherin but the professor let you go because it had the desired effect…Sort of…

“Ugh why do I always mess up something in potions?” You whined 

“Because” said Brenda “ You always have Minho next to you or as your partner. Why don’t you try sitting with me or Aris? We’ll help you” you hugged Brenda “Aww thanks Brenda, next time definitely” she sighed

 “ That’s what you say every time ” 

You ignored the comment and went for your next class. Soon lunch came and you Brenda and Rachel headed for the dinning hall. A petite silky black haired fourth year girl from your house came up to you.

“ Sorry to bother you, I was just wondering, if, you would be going for the dance at Hogsmeade with Minho”

“Hogsmeade dance? That’s coming up” you replied a little confused 

“ Yes, two weeks from now remember?” said Brenda “It happens once in every two years, we didn’t have it last year.” 

You scratched your head “ Oh right, I completely forgot about it” you looked at your junior “ Yea no we haven’t decided anything yet, you can go take him”

 The blonde blushed and walked away quickly murmuring something along the lines of “ it’s not like that b-baka”.

“You sure you’re not going with him?” Asked Brenda. “ Why are you asking that, is it a rule that I must go with Minho for the dance? ”

“Well, it’s just that you went with him in first year and third year” said Brenda as she grabbed a juicy piece of chicken leg. 

“Yea but,” you said as you munched on a cheese croissant “that was because we didn’t find anyone else !”

 Brenda snorted “Every year at least two guys asked you out for that dance but you’d say no! And Minho was quite popular in third year so don’t give me that shit!” 

You shrugged and looked across the house tables “ Yea well, nobody worthwhile asked ”. 

Brenda followed your line of sight and saw Newt talking to a few oh his house mates. “Well, if they don’t ask, suck up your pride and ask the worthwhile ones, stop being such a snooty Slytherin”

You blushed and turned to Brenda “Hey!!” But she just laughed. That evening you went to the grounds to fly. It had been a while since you had taken out your Firebolt and the breeze was just perfect for a good ride.

You placed your Firebolt on the ground

 “Up”

 It zoomed into your hand. You smirked 

“someone’s eager” and you jumped onto it and zoomed up. 

You flew upwards till you reached a good altitude and had a good view of the grounds and the castle and then you started flying around aimlessly. Occasionally taking a few swivels and turns. You zoomed past Hufflepuff’s tower and that was when you heard someone call out your name

“ Y/N! Over here!” It was Newt. 

He was flying behind you with a bright smile on his face which made you almost bang into a half open window.

“Newt! How nice to see you up here” He caught up to you and steadied his pace with yours

 “Yea well, I saw something interesting fly past my window, so I decided to go check it out”

 You laughed “You flew out through your window?!?”

 He shrugged “Yea well, Maybe Thomas has really rubbed off on me..” 

 “well it’s fine, I wouldn’t mind some company”

“ Well then love, I’ll be the gentle man I am and accompany you on this magical ride.”

 You smirked “okay” and then you zoomed ahead leaving Newt to eat your dust. “Bloody hell!” He laughed and quickly zoomed after you.

The two of you flew around playing cat and mouse, Newt usually caught up to you, but just as he’d think it was over you’d take a deep turn or just randomly stop mid air for a second and get out. 

“Shucking hell, you’re a lil minx on the broom” 

You laughed and winked at Newt 

“Should that be a problem for you? You’re part of the quidditch team aren’t you?”

“ Yea well” he replied and flew above you “ I ain’t a seeker, and also” he suddenly appeared right in front of you almost nose to nose

 “ I’m wondering, why aren’t you?”

You blushed at the close proximity between the two of you. His eyes reflected yours “ What pretty eyes he has” you thought, “Warm, yet a hint of some hidden emotion, and his lips, they look so kissable”  But before you could think further his husky voice broke your line of thought. 

“Y/N, why don’t you join the quidditch team?” 

You cleared your throat and tried to fly passed him but he kept stopping you. 

“Na-ah, not letting you go till you tell me”  

You huffed “Fine, it’s because I don’t want to lose and I don’t like playing by the rules”

 "Wow, now you sound like those rotten rich Slytherin brats”

“ I maybe rich and I am from Slytherin, but I’m not rotten you shank! ”

 You then reached your hand out and stroked Newts cheek catching him off gaurd and then flew past him

 “ I just don’t like having rules to follow when I’m flying! It’s the time I feel absolutely free!” 

Newt followed “So what? You can fly otherwise, there’s another thrill to flying as a team in coordination and helping each other” 

You sighed “You don’t get it do you” and you slow lifted your feet upto the broom “What the-” said Newt in shock. 

“My broomstick is the only partner I want when flying, it helps me clear my mind” you were standing on your broom stick, surfing the wind. “

She’s one wild rare creature muttered newt as he positioned himself below ready to catch you.

You smiled “ No need for that Newtie” then you jumped from your broom.

 You heard Newt tell your name as your broom fell towards the ground, 

“ Y/N, I’ll catch you!” he yelled , but to his surprise you landed right back on your Firebolt with a smirk plastered on your face. 

“Bloody hell how-”

 "The Wesley’s jokes shop, the old man George is really sweet to me!“ 

He ruffled his hair “Well love, no more surprises, you almost gave me a heart attack there”

You gave him a toothy grin “Well you asked-" 

 Newt nodded "I think I get it, although, if you don’t want people to fly with why did you agree to fly with me?" 

You blushed "Because you’re special…One of the special people I mean”

 "Well” he replied “ Am I special enough to be a possible dance partner?”

 You blushed, thoughts about the Hogsmeade dance came to your head, but before you could respond some one yelled

 "Newt!“ It was Thomas

“There you are! What are you doing? If you two head and further y'all will reach the castle barriers!”

“Sorry mate” Newt replied “Didn’t realize we had wandered that far!”

The two of you flew towards the ground. Thomas was standing with Teresa, she smiled politely at you and you smiled back. Thomas smiled at you

“Hey Y/N, so you’re the girl Newt jumped off the window for”

Newt punched Thomas on the head in embarrassment as Teresa giggled

“ Shut up Tommy” 

“Ignore Tom, he doesn’t realize what he says”

“It’s the truth! he jumped out through his window room when he saw her fly by!”

“ Yea, but you make it sound like I jumped to my death”

“I didn’t say that!”

“ It’s implied Tom”

You smiled “ No wonder Minho likes hanging out with them” Then Thomas shifted his attention back to you 

“ By the way Y/N, I didn’t know the two of you were close, the two of you have been talking a lot recently, especially since the last time we visited Hogsmeade.” 

Newt seemed a little hesitant to answer that so you replied non-chalantly

“ We were friends since third year Thomas, it’s just that you kept hogging all of Newt’s time “

Thomas snorted “ You mean Minho hogged yours”

“He really does not” you said in defense “Especially since third year, it’s well known he’s part of the ivy trio or whatnot”

Teresa smirked “ Is someone jealous?”

Newt frowned at that comment, but you paid little attention

“No my point is, Minho and I aren’t the problem,rather your attachment to Newt. Did you know there were rumors going around that the two of you are a couple? They even gave you a ship name, Newtmas”

Newt and Thomas started blabbering on how that wan’t true, and how there was a logical explanation for both of them being caught in the bath at the same time (even though they were in different houses) and Teresa commented on how Thomas almost got expelled for that. You laughed at the comments and protested being passed among the three when you felt someone walk up behind you.

“Min?” you turned to see Minho smiling with his latest edition of the firebolt which his father had gifted him.

“Hey Y/N, funny to see you here! didn’t know you were joining us.”

“Joining y’all where?”

“To the dead heads” said Thomas

“You mean the forbidden forest?”

“ Yea… but there’s an explanation”

“which is”

“We can’t tell” said Teresa in a tone which hinted no more should be said. 

You looked at her suspiciously and then at Minho.

“Min?”

“ It’s nothing, she’s right you should stay out of it”

You sighed “Newt?”

Newt gave you half a smile “It’s nothing, just some stupid stuff, we’l catch ya later eh love?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, you knew they were hiding something from you but you walked away. They were the ivy trio +one what did you expect? but deep inside a little part of you wanted to be accepted by them, just like Brenda.

“ This is silly” you thought to yourself, “Minho is and probably always will be one of my best friends, and Newt… well Newt and you were slowly getting closer, and that was good enough right?” but then you remembered Brenda’s words

“Well, if they don’t ask, suck up your pride and ask the worthwhile ones, stop being such a snooty girl from Slytherin”

You laughed “Snooty Slytherin girl eh? well won’t that be news when she asks the Golden boy of Hufflepuff”

Meanwhile somewhere in the dead head-

Thomas walked pushed a thick branch ahead to allow Teresa to walk through

 “ Do you guys think we should have told Y/N? I mean she seemed kinda hurt”

“ I don’t think so” said Teresa “ She’d get us into trouble”

Newt scoffed “ And you’ve never almost gotten us into trouble Teresa? honestly I think we can trust her. We shouldn’t have left her like that after Minho blabbered some part of it out”

“Give it a rest” said Minho “ Focus on where we’re going, Y/N will be fine, she’s used to me being like this”

“Speaking of you and Y/N” Teresa gave Newt a quick look and continued ”Are you going with her for the dance in Hogsmeade? ”

“ Haven’t thought much about it” replied Minho “ But yea probably, we always go together”

Newt gritted his teeth “ But what is some guy asks her this time to go with him?”

Minho laughed “It’s lil Y/N, guys always ask her, but she’s not interested in them, pretty sure she’ll say no and I’ll end up taking her anyway. Its been like that since we were five, I had to scare all the boys who bullied her because they found her cute. Though she never realized that, she just cried because they pulled her pony tail and took her toys”

Before Teresa or Newt could continue the conversation though Thomas stopped them “ Okay guys, I think from here on we need to be really quiet okay? now lets go” Teresa and Minho nodded following silently behind Thomas, but Newt stood in his position for a moment,just staring down. 

“Buddy, you coming?” asked Minho

Newt snapped out of his thought and nodded “Of course mate”