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newtmas also
GOD HE ONLY WANTED ONE THING AND HE THOUGHT HE COULDNT HAVE IT
#the maze runner#tmr#tmr newt#maze runner#newt tmr#thomas tmr#tmr thomas#newtmas#tmr fandom#spn#dean spn#dean supernatural#supernatural
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tmr text posts (8/?) 👯♀️
hey god it’s me again
#the maze runner#newtmas#minally#tmr newt#tmr thomas#newt the maze runner#thomas the maze runner#tmr#minho tmr#newt tmr#thomas tmr#tmr gally#tmr brenda#tmr teresa
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Thomas, stroking Newt’s head: you look so tiny and adorable
Newt, half asleep: I could kick your ass right now
Thomas: ... I know
#tmr#tmr thomas#tmr newt#newtmas#the maze runner#tmr incorrect quotes#maze runner#newtmas incorrect quotes
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Turned 20 today and I'm still madly obsessed with the same dystopian film franchise that I've loved since I was 12 🥳
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this is so freaking cute holy shit safe haven newtmas is the best
TMR Valentine’s week - favorite ship
newtmas, in Paradise together, cause fUCK tHE LAST MOVIE /CRIES
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┏━ • 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓 • ━┓
pairing; GALLY x READER word count; 1.8k summary; you’re reunited with gally after a tumultuous few weeks of grieving his death. warnings; mentions of death and grief, canonical type violence, angst, hurt/comfort
A/N: this is set during ‘death cure’. all the characters are above the age of 18. there will be lots of mentions of death, violence, and the flare. if you’re not in the right headspace to read something heavy, then please take care of yourself.
FOR THE LONGEST TIME, ALL YOU HAD WANTED WAS TO ESCAPE THE GLADE. You spent countless, restless nights, sitting under the stars and wondering what the world outside was like. There were times when you truly lost hope. There were times when you didn’t think you would make it out alive - that the only time you would ever get a glimpse of what was beyond the grey, harsh walls would be in your dreams. Or even the afterlife.
Now, as you trekked along the depressing streets, you found yourself wishing for that blissful ignorance again. Ben, Chuck, Gally, Winston. Those names were on repeat in your mind almost every night and every morning. They died so that you could live, and that had to count for something.
You remembered vividly what it was like to see a fellow Glader die right in front of you. Sure, Ben was banished; but he had died long before he was sent out into the Maze. He was dead the moment the infection took hold of his body.
Gally was next. His stubborn nature caused his demise, and Chuck’s too. Clenching your eyes, you blinked away the anger and resentment. Gally had been your friend. He was a hard-headed ass, and too overbearing, but he always took care of you when it mattered. Even if he was grumpy about it while doing so.
There was no place for love in the Glade, but if you had to pinpoint the first and last time you felt it, it would be for Gally. The memory of you begging him to come with you haunted your every waking moment. Tears, blood, and sweat covered your face as you dragged his sleeve - crying, almost falling to your knees to convince him. You’ll never forget the way he looked at you, the way he shook you off his arm like you were some pest.
And you couldn’t forget about Winston. His death was still fresh in everyone’s mind. It was hard to forget the echo of the gunshot that had ended his life - even if it was by his own hands.
A harsh slam woke you from your thoughts. Someone had rammed straight into you, trying to pass you. Looking up, you saw them walk past a cargo truck. A tall man was sat on it - gas mask heavy and tight on his face as he seemingly stared straight through you. You shivered before looking away. The streets were too crowded. Thomas held onto your arm tightly as he maneuvered his way around. Honestly, your search was feeling futile.
If you could go back in time, maybe you would’ve never left the Glade. Maybe Gally was right.
“Over there,” said Thomas, pointing to something in the distance.
You squinted, not quite understanding what he was getting at. In truth, you weren’t even sure how he knew what to look for. The Right Arm hadn’t been heard of in ears. That’s what everyone had said. We were looking for ghosts.
“Thomas-“ you started, wanting to reason with him. Words caught in your throat as a bullet wheezed straight past you two.
All hell broke loose as swarms of bodies shoved and pulled - trying to escape the danger of being shot. Newt and Brenda had disappeared. Whipping your head around, you yelled for them, not wanting to lose another friend to the chaos that this world offered.
Before you knew it, a strong grip dragged you away, and everything went black as a strange fabric went over your face.
“Let me go!” you yelled, looking at the familiar mask on the soldier’s face. You quickly recognized them as the ones who were riding around town earlier.
The car ride had been brutally long. Your muscles ached, and your eyes were sore from being in the dark for so long. Frantically looking around, you tried to find your friends. Surprisingly so, your arms weren’t tied. The only thing stopping you was the almost painful hold on your upper arm. Whoever these people were, they didn’t seem like they wanted to hurt you - or else you’d most likely be dead by now.
You huffed as you were manhandled into a room. There was something about the soldier - something about then gave you a sense of deja vu. It was the way they held themselves, the way their breaths came in ragged gasps as you stared at their chest. Each moment felt like a distant memory that you had seen before. Furrowing your brows, you decided it was your memory loss messing with you again. It was common for you to think you remembered something from your past, just for it to be a fluke.
You were quickly let go, and you jogged up to Newt, wrapping him in a hug.
“I was worried sick,” he mumbled. “Where are the others?”
You shrugged as your eyes scanned around. Spotting Brenda, you nodded to her. There were significantly less of you than you’d initially had begun with. Had they taken the rest to a different location? My heart hammered rapidly against your ribcage as you stepped back. You eyed the familiar soldier, noting the way his shoulders squared back as he stood tall.
You shook your head. I don’t know him. It’s all just fake memories. Get over yourself. Get over yourself-
A shout interrupted the awkward and anxious silence. As Jorge began laying down punch after punch on one of the men, Brenda ran up to him to put a stop to it. All your eyes were looking for was Thomas and Fry.
After everything you had all been through, the thought of losing someone else was unbearable. You couldn’t afford another loss like that. Letting out a deep breath, you watched as Frypan and Thomas stepped up, curiously staring down the soldier at the end of the room.
Words were exchanged, but none of them stuck.
His voice. It sounded like…
“What do you mean same side? Who the hell are you?”
The soldier stopped, his arm flexing as he lowered the gun in his hand. He looked away briefly before slowing pulling off his mask. A buzzed head came into view, and you had almost no time to process before his face turned to look at me.
All you could see was blue. The color of his eyes. The same eyes you had looked into as you pleaded and sobbed. The same ones you had watched the light slowly die out of. The eyes you had so long ago fallen in love with.
Both of your eyes locked onto each other’s, and if it weren’t for Newt’s hands steadying you, you genuinely think you could’ve passed out. It was like seeing a ghost.
All you heard was a loud commotion behind you as you turned to sprint out of the room. Another minute in there and you would lose your mind.
Pushing open the door to the balcony, you panted slightly, trying to get your bearings. The cool breeze pinched your cheeks, causing a slight twinge of pain. It was usually warm during the day, but the nights were freezing. In the Glade it had always been warm - never a dull day. Perhaps once every few months you’d get rain, which was always good for the crops, but it was never necessarily cold.
Shivering, you wrapped your arms around you. Weirdly enough you had never been more glad to feel the chill of air run through your bones. It was the only thing reminding you that you were alive.
Alive. Gally was alive.
Burying your face in your palms, you paced around. You spent almost three weeks grieving him. You saw him die - no, correction, you watched and left him to die.
His face tormented you every time you closed your eyes. The tears he cried as he realized he was being left for dead, the scream that had left your body as you were pulled away from the scene. Gally was the first person you had ever truly opened up to. You had been in the Glade for the brunt of 2 years, and over time you’d like to think you had gotten under his tough exterior.
The nights where you both couldn’t sleep. Your head in his shoulder, and his hand intertwined with yours, precariously tip-toeing the line between friendship and something more.
Then, in a split second, it was all gone.
“Hey, firecracker.”
You winced at the nickname. Gally had given it to you on your first week there. He said you would give him a run for his money with the way you snapped and yelled at everyone. Really, it was just because you were scared - especially being the only girl.
You blinked away tears. “Please, don’t.”
Your voice came out more shaky than you had liked. It wasn’t that you weren’t relieved to see him, it’s just that you didn’t exactly end on good terms. Now, seeing him alive and well - and so, unbelievably tall and handsome - it made you question everything.
He whispered your name, and you felt his body heat burn unbearably against your back as he stepped closer.
“Look at me.”
Shaking your head, you clenched your eyes shut, letting a few stray tears fall. “I’m can’t. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
The last time you let yourself cry was that exact fateful day. Every single tear in your body had been used up to the point that you weren’t sure you were even capable of crying anymore.
Your back hit something hard, and you soon realized that two familiar arms were holding you to his chest. He breathed in and out, his inhales pressing against your back, indicating and proving that this was real. That he was real.
“How?” You sobbed, leaning into his arm.
Really, you didn’t care how. All that mattered was that he was here. And bit by bit, you would hopefully fix what was broken - regain what was lost.
Shifting around, you collapsed against him, wrapping your arms around his torso and gripping at his shirt desperately. You felt that if you let go, he would disappear. Just as he did the first time - when you let go of his sleeve, and he slipped away from your grasp, like he was never even there.
The only words that you were able to conjure were feeble apologies as you let yourself sob against his shirt. Inhaling his scent again for what felt like a lifetime, you finally felt like things were piecing together. Like you were whole again. Taking a quivering deep breath in, you finally lifted your head to look at him. He was just as beautiful as the day he left you.
He cupped your face as he rested his forehead against yours. You must have stayed like that for hours - or maybe it was only a few minutes.
All you knew was that no words had to be spoken for you both to understand. You were never going to leave each other again.
𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠𝟒𝐥 © 2024, all rights reserved.
#tmr gally#gally tmr#gally x reader#gally maze runner#gally x y/n#gally x you#tmr fanfic#tmr fandom#tmr#the maze runner fanfiction#the maze runner#maze runner#maze runner fandom#maze runner fanfiction#gally imagine#will poulter#tmr x reader#the maze runner x reader#the maze runner x you#maze runner x reader
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My earliest Tommy drawings everrr
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merry #newtmas
people in the mountains.
mountain people.
that's your plan?
#the maze runner#tmr#maze runner#thomas tmr#newt tmr#tmr newt#tmr thomas#newtmas#thomas brodie sangster#dylan o'brien
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can someone suggest a newtmas fic: slow burn, 15k+ words, and importantly a happy ending. PLEASE and THANKS
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my two mazer runner thoughts rn
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hello, ive brought you a gift
in case you wanted my art as your wallpaper, uh. here you go
please tell me im not being too pretentious when i do this
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okay... ever since I read this for the first time, i've been thinking a lot about them
what if, when newt writes his letter to thomas, he purposely excludes a love confession, because leaving thomas with the weight of “i love you” without a way to respond was a heavy pain that newt didn’t want to scar his beloved with.
but, after newt stabs his chest, and thomas lays him down to rest, he whispers something into newt’s ear that will haunt him even in the afterlife. three words that will fill him with regret until his bones rot in earth’s scorching soil.
“i love you.”
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stupid little doodles inspired by @sadgalwrites’ descendants au !!!! (i’m loving this fic sm)
(the quality gets better if you click on the image ig 😔🙌)
#the maze runner#tmr newt#tmr thomas#teresa tmr#minho tmr#thomas tmr#newt tmr#tmr teresa#brenda tmr#tmr brenda#newtmas#brenderesa#tmr#digital art#artists on tumblr
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#you feel me?#newtmas#the maze runner#tmr#tmr fandom#the maze runner fandom#tmr thomas#tmr newt#tiktok emojis
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what an interesting choice of words, newt
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