#maze runner drabble

[newtslvt]

Newt and Thomas in the Glade trying to recreate Gally’s secret drink recipe, Thomas thinking he can handle being the taste tester until he just ends up getting straight up drunk

[kareofbears]

"You know," Thomas starts, putting the flowers down on the sand as he rolls his sleeves up. "How you yelled at me, back in the Glade, because I wasn't helping out?"

A breeze ruffles his hair, longer than it was a year ago, and the tang of salt doesn't register anymore. "I know, I know. You technically didn't yell. To be fair, I was new, and it's not like I had someone showing me the ropes."

He kneels on the ground, in front of where the tombstone stood. This wasn't the boulder that Vince had set up in the beginning of Safe Haven's existence--this was smaller, flatter, bordering on where the sand meets the dirt. "Now, I feel like all I'm doing with these kids is showing the ropes."

Busying himself with rearranging the flowers, he rubs his thumb on a golden petal idly. "They're doing fine. Between me and the others, things are getting done. Maybe not as efficiently if you were here, but we're trying." He pauses. "I'm trying."

Thomas' voice doesn't shake, not anymore. How can it? It's just him and Newt. His voice never shakes with Newt.

Waves crash somewhere behind him. A bird chirps, its tune lively and bright. The world continues to spin, and it's a long moment before he speaks again.

"I'm throwing myself into work, Newt." His gaze tilts skywards. "I'm working, aren't I? I build homes, I teach, I train the others. There's food, so much of it, enough for years and for anyone who wants to start a family. Last night, I woke up because people were laughing so loud near my bed--laughing. I couldn't even get mad."

Careful not to mess up the floral arrangement, Thomas leans forward slowly until his forehead is pressed right up against the slab, stone cool to the touch. "How busy?" he wonders. "How busy do I need to be until this gets better? How much more do I need to do before it starts to get better? How much more do I need to give?"

When he doesn't get an answer, Thomas lets his eyes slip close. "I'm busy, Newt. I'm busy, and I'm trying, and I'm so fucking sad."

Eventually, Thomas raises his head. He presses his lips to the top of the tombstone, smiling wryly to himself. "At least I can actually reach the top of your head like this, right?"

He gets on his feet, brushing the sand off of his pants, feeling the sun beat relentlessly down on his skin. "Tomorrow, then. Maybe it'll get better tomorrow."

[scorchedmazes]

minally drabble bc i’m sad and i miss my boys.

tw for mentions/references of chronic pain

Gally sat up and stretched his back, which was sore from sleeping on his rickety cot all night long. Having only been in the Safe Haven for a few days, their beds hadn't been perfected yet. He still slept on a bed that reminded him of his old bed in the Glade.

Gally sighed and stretched again, trying to work the ache out of his chest. His chest ached more than usual today, though. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to work. Just as he was about to curse himself into oblivion, the hut door swung open and Minho waltzed inside, a tray in his hand. Gally sighed in relief at the sight of the shorter man as he walked over to the bedside and squatted down, setting the tray on the table.

"You groaned all night long, I knew your chest was hurting you. There's hot tea and a warm towel. Lay down." Minho said as he pushed Gally's shoulders back so he was lying down on his back. Gally rolled his eyes before he opened his arms and jerked his head at Minho to get him to lay down with him.

Minho smirked as he laid down beside Gally, his hand automatically going up to Gally's chest, right where the thick, puffy scar laid. Gally's chest had hurt ever since he woke up in the Last City, he was constantly dealing with sharp and dull pains that ran through his chest and deep into his ribs, as if his lung was haunting him.

"Min-" but Minho cut him off with a shake of his head as he grabbed Gally's hand and squeezed it. Minho knew how to massage his chest just right, he had done the same with Newt’s leg and his own muscles after running. He was the expert.

"Tell me if I push too hard." Minho said as he placed his other hand on Gally's chest and began to push and massage his chest to alleviate the pressure.

Gally let a sigh slip out of his lips as his chest had slowly begun to loosen, the pressure faded as Minho manipulated the muscles surrounding his chest. Minho sighed contently as he watched Gally close his eyes and fall back into a deep sleep.

[juliannatrevizo]

Gally - Maze Runner Imagine

1.1K words.

"It's a girl.." A chorus of panicked voices began to speak over each other. A few sounded like they were shushing others but it didn't seem to work.

"Hey, what's in her hand?" A voice piped up, surprisingly louder than the others. A feather light touch was felt on her palm, but she was unable to react.

"She's the last one ever.." A boy read out loud. Multiple voices began talking over one another yet again at his statement.

"Clint, Jeff, take her to your station and get her a bed."

"Got it."

As the girl's consciousness slowly began surfacing, she felt a warm compression placed on her forehead.

Where am I...?

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her face lightly scrunches up as she squints against the bright light seeping in through the dusty slats of the med hut she was in. A young male suddenly peeks over her with a cloth, making her shove him away as she jolted up.

"Stay the hell away!" She demanded, her voice wavering from being unused. Her slightly widened eyes glanced around her surroundings in panic.

"Woah, calm down!" The kid tried to reassure her, his hands held out in front of him in a way to try and calm her down before he angled his head towards the opening of the hut, his voice ringing out as his gaze never strayed from her. "Gally! Get over here!"

"Where am I?" Her breathing began to get ragged and uneven while subtly making her way towards the opening with clenched fists. A few tense, silent moments pass as the kid didn't answer.

"Answer me dammit!" She shouted. The kids eyes were wide with uncertainty and slight fear just before another guy had burst into the room, glancing at the guy before looking at her.

"You need to calm down, now." He said gruffly, his hardened expression held authority as he spoke.

"No, you need to tell me where I am and who the hell you people are." She said angrily before quickly grabbing a small, stray log near the corner she was standing at. She gripped the small log tightly as she glared at the two of them.

It wasn't the best choice of a weapon but she'll be damned if she didn't fight her way out of here without one.

"Okay, okay. This is Clint, he's been looking after you, and I'm Gally." The guy said with his hands raised slightly. "Now drop the wood and calm down."

She didn't respond right away, instead continuing her glare as she registered his words. Her eyes glanced between the two of them while slightly adjusting her grip on the makeshift weapon.

"Drop it, now!" Gally suddenly shouted while taking a threatening step towards her. She immediately swung the log at him, but he was quick to dodge it before ripping it out of her hands.

"I told you to calm down." Gally grumbled angrily, taking another step towards her. "Look, I didn't want it to come this far."

Gally's hand reaches out to grasp her arm but she harshly slaps his hand away before he could touch her. He tried once more with an angry sneer but she reached before her mind could even register what she was doing. Her hand clenched into a tight first before throwing a hard punch to his jaw, making him stumble back in pain.

Her eyes widened as his gaze snaps to her, his eyes dark with fury as his face lightly scrunched up. A red splotch had already begun forming where her first made contact on his skin. She suddenly bolted out of the hut, his hands barely missing her shirt.

"Don't touch me!" She spat angrily while pushing herself to run faster as his heavy footsteps were right behind her. His arms suddenly circled around her upper body, holding her biceps against her ribs. She jabbed her elbow in his stomach, making him grunt in pain.

"Stop struggling and just calm down!" Gally strained to speak as he tried to keep her from wriggling out of his grip. The chaotic scene had caught the attention of the other boys.

She digs her fingers into his arms while twisting her body to the side a bit, hooking her leg behind his knee before thrusting herself forward and pulling his arm along with the force. Gally sprung forward, landing onto his side with a loud groan. She slowly backed away from him with a defensive stance as everyone began nearing the two of them, watching with cautious eyes.

Her fists clench together from the fear that bubbled up in the pit of her stomach, slowly creeping up her spine as she watched a few people help Gally to his feet.

"Shit, shit, shit." She repeatedly muttered under her breath as they began surrounding her. She whips her head around, her eyes quickly glancing around in hopes of finding any sort of way out. Just then, two guys came jogging out from between huge ivy covered walls before making their way over to the group.

"Greenie.. Can you please just calm down? I promise no one here is going to hurt you." A blonde headed boy spoke from behind her. Her eyes watched him closely as she tried to keep her composure.

Her breath quietly hitches as a loud rumbling starts up in the distance, emitting from the two concrete walls that slowly began closing shut. "Wh- Where am I?"

She glanced around the group of surrounding males before looking back towards the walls. A few of the boys turn towards the closing maze then back to her with a slight shake of her head. An idea suddenly popped into her mind as she noticed she still had a bit of time to make it before the large concrete walls were fully closed.

"Don't even think about it greenie." Her heart dropped to her stomach as the walls slammed shut. Her hope immediately vanishes as angry tears begin brimming her eyes but she quickly blinks them away before anyone could notice.

"well damn." She mumbled to herself before sighing in defeat, while relaxing her tense shoulders and unclenching her fists. A few of the surrounding boys let out a breath they were holding before walking away when a darker boy gave them a curt nod.

"Look, I know you're scared. We all are when we wake up in the box." Her face hardens at his words before glancing around at the remaining people standing there, her eyes landing on the one she punched.

She took a deep breath, regaining her composure and gathering her pride before making her way over towards him. She watched as he tensed up, his arms falling to his sides with clenched fists.

"I reacted badly in that situation, but I am not sorry for hurting you." She held her head up high while stretching her hand out to him. "I'll make a truce though."

Gally watched her for a few moments, his gaze falling to her outstretched hand before clasping his hand with hers.

"That's gonna be a nasty bruise." She chuckled jokingly while gesturing towards the red splotch on his jaw. Gally simply shook his head with a small smile before walking away with the others.

"Alright greenie, let's give you a proper tour shall we? My name's Alby, by the way." She only smiled in response as he began explaining about the place they call home. She subtly glanced over her shoulder to Gally, finding him already looking at her. She gives him a half smile, to which he responds with the same action.

"Hey, attention back to the tour greenie. You'll be able to socialize later, okay?" Alby chuckled after noticing her attention had been elsewhere, playfully snapping his fingers at her.

"Sorry." She crossed her arms over her chest with an embarrassed smile while giving Alby her full attention.

[mysteriouslyrainypatrol]

late night talking (newt x gn!reader)

(Reader is the only med-jack in the Glade and is working themselves to exhaustion)

CW: none i dont think! if i have missed any pls let me know!

Word Count: 1.4k

(hi! this is my first ever drabble/fanfic, please feel free to leave any feedback!)

The cool night air is a welcome relief on your warm face. It’s night in the Glade, and all the other Gladers are asleep, well, except for you. You’re the only proper med-jack in the Glade, the only one who actually cared enough to read the textbooks that came up in the box long before your arrival, and due to this you’re the only one who is able to treat more severe issues. 

This means that when it comes to the overnight shift, it’s usually you who takes it. Whilst the other Gladers get to rest and recover you’re stuck watching over the patients who have winded up in your care for one reason or another. Tonight is another one of those nights, you have three patients, each in for different issues. They’re soundly asleep while you’re sitting at your desk, begging yourself to stay awake. It usually wouldn’t be an issue taking the overnight shift, you would usually use the time to tidy up the med-hut, but it’s the third night in a row that you’ve taken the shift. You felt bad for the other boys, and after all you are the newest to the Glade out of them, so shouldn’t you do what they tell you to? 

It’s nearing 3:30 in the morning, and you’re desperately trying to rub the sleep from your eyes when you hear the door to the med-hut open.

“Hello?” you call out, voice quiet so as to not disturb the three sleeping patients.

A familiar blonde-haired boy makes his way into the dim light of the med-hut. Newt, the Glades second-in-command, and one of your closest friends.

“Hey..” he says quietly, with a small smile on his face “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same question” you respond with a cheeky grin.

Newt rolls his eyes and sits down next to you, smile never faltering.

“You know tonight is my turn to do the night watch” he says, watching you intently, seeming to realise the sheer exhaustion in your eyes.

“You never answered my question (y/n), what are you doing up?” he asks again gently, waiting for your response.

You sigh and run your hands on your face “it’s my turn to do the night shift tonight” you say, knowing fully well that by now it had to be one of the other boys’ turns. You simply don’t want to worry Newt, afterall he has a really important job in the Glade, and if he found out what the boys were making you do he would be livid.

Newt sighs and carefully moves closer to you, eyes never leaving your face “(y/n), I know that you took a night shift last night too, Alby told me. What are you still doing up, darling? Don’t lie to me”

You freeze, forgetting that Alby had in fact come to visit you last night. You realise there’s no point in trying to lie to him, you’ve never been able to lie to Newt, that’s why you guys are such close friends, he can always tell when something’s bothering you.

“I took tonight's shift too..” you say quietly, busying yourself with organising your desk so you wouldn’t have to see his face “it’s okay though-” 

Before you can say anything else Newt gently grabs your hand. The action makes you confused, and you turn to face him. His face is hard, clearly not liking what you’ve said.

“So you’ve worked the last 2 nights?” he asks quietly, before adding “How long has it been since you slept?” 

You pause “three days i think” you say almost sheepishly “it sounds worse than it is though Newt-”

Again you’re cut off by the boy in front of you. He looks incredibly mad now, not at you however.

“(y/n), darling, you cannot do this to yourself, okay? You need to rest, you’ll end up sick if you keep working yourself like this” he says gently, using a hand to gently caress your cheek

“Please, get some sleep for me”

You shake your head gently “I can’t Newt, the patients need someone to watch them..”

“So I’ll wake one of the other boys” Newt says with a shrug “they’ve been making you do their jobs, and that’s not on, okay? You deserve to rest, especially after a night shift. I’m going to tell Alby, and I promise you darling this will never happen again, alright?” he says, leaving no room for argument.

You nod your head, the tiredness now hitting you in waves.

“C’mon” Newt says, gently pulling you to your feet “your hammock or mine?”

It was a thing between the two of you to share hammocks some nights. Usually it was when one of you was having a tough day, or simply when it got too cold at night. Tonight seemed to be no exception.

“Yours please” you mutter, standing up. Newt smiles and begins to lead you out of the med-hut to where the hammocks are set up. The moon is full tonight, the light from it illuminating the tops of the trees in the Glade. It looked so peaceful like this, if you could ignore the sounds of the Grievers lurking in the maze. As you walk Newt turns around to look at you, making sure you're okay. His eyes are filled with concern. Soon enough, you both reach his hammock. You sit down and take off your shoes and then climb into the hammock, Newt following straight after. You settle into the hammock, your head resting on Newt's chest. He gently runs a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

"Is this okay?" he whispers, not wanting to ruin the moment.

You snuggle into him more "This is perfect. Thank you Newt" you say, lifting your head to place a soft kiss to his cheek. Newt freezes, not anticipating that. Before you can rest your head back on his chest he gently cups your face, looking down at you with soft eyes

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, darling” he says quietly, voice so soft and quiet.

You blush softly at his touch, leaning into his hand slightly.

“I just- you didn’t have to do this ... .just wanted to say thank you” you say softly, trying to avoid his gaze. You didn’t want him to see the blush on your face, knowing he’d tease you or worse, would figure out your feelings for him. By the way he’s looking at you it’s too late, he already knows just how much you like him.

“Hey” Newt says, gently turning your head so you guys are face-to-face “I would do anything for you…okay?” he says softly, the words almost flying away in the soft wind. If you weren’t looking at him you wouldn’t know he’d even uttered them. 

Your breath catches in your throat slightly. Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

“..you like me?” you ask after a beat.

Newt chuckles, the sound deep and comforting beneath your body

“(y/n), I like you. I adore you...you didn't know?” He chuckles again, seemingly amused at your obliviousness. “Is that okay?” he asks after a brief pause.

You feel like someone’s dumped a bucket of cold water on you. He likes you? Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been in love with Newt ever since you came to the Glade. He was the first person who showed you kindness, gently talking to you while showing you around the Glade. Before he can do or say anything else you press your lips to his. He’s taken aback for a second, before moving a hand to the side of your jaw and deepening the kiss. You can feel him smiling into the kiss, and you feel your lips involuntarily turn up. Eventually you have to break the kiss for air, but you don’t go far from each other, resting your forehead against his. 

“I really, really like you Newt..” you whisper. The smile Newt gives you is blinding, filled with love and sweetness and hope.

“That’s more than okay darling” he whispers back, a wide smile on his face.

You smile back, tiredness pulling at your eyes. Newt seems to notice this, and beckons you to lie down again.

“Go to sleep” he says quietly, smiling softly at you and wrapping an arm around you, hooking his chin over your head. You can hear his heartbeat, slow and unhurried. Safe. He places a soft kiss on the top of your head. The last thing you register before slumber pulls you in is Newt’s voice. 

“Sleep well (y/n)...words cannot describe how much I love you my darling”

You fall asleep with a happy heart and a smile on your face, looking forward to waking up next to the man you love.

[ssseashell]

newtmas drabble, if you will

imagine this (college au):

during one of the late night drives the trio did during the weekends, thomas could be found at the back seat of minho’s car, newt on the other side by his right.

some random chill song was playing through the speakers of the car, the three inside of it vibing to it in a comfortable silence.

thomas turned to his right, glancing at his friend. newt was facing the open window, admiring the view of the dark road – only lit by the yellow glow of the streetlights.

his blonde hair partially covered his chocolate eyes, the chilly night breeze caressing his pale face.

“I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies” minho sang in the driver’s seat, “you heard the night before…”

newt faced thomas, and all the brunette could see was how sleepy the boy suddenly looked.

“I’m about to faint.” newt yawned.

“just don’t faint on me.” thomas mocked.

“oh, you bet I will.”

newt quickly shoved all the trash between them of eaten fast food to the car’s floor, and threw himself stretched out – as far as he could manage to – in the back seat.

“I practice every day to find some clever lines to say…” minho continued. newt laid his head on thomas’ lap. “...to make the meaning come true…”

“gonna take a nap, tommy, if you don’t mind.” the blonde breathed, getting comfortable.

thomas froze. that was definitely unexpected. still, he found his body softening to newt’s action. without thinking too much about it, he took off his jeans jacket, trying to not move exaggeratedly to not disturb newt, and covered the boy’s torso with it.

it was an innocent act of friendship, — covering your friend on your lap with your own jacket to warm them up — right?

his heart skipped a beat when his fingers unconsciously caressed the soft blonde hair – yes, soft, because now he could say he knew how it felt to have the golden locks under his touch.

thomas noticed he had never wondered how it felt. but then, he wanted to caress newt’s hair everyday.

“THE TIME IS RIGHT, YOUR PERFUME FILLS MY HEAD, THE STARS GET RED AND, OH, THE NIGHT’S SO BLUE…”

“minho, I swear…”

“AND THEN I GO AND SPOIL IT ALL BY SAYING SOMETHING STUPID LIKE I LOVE YOU.”

“I JUST WANT TO NAP” newt whined on his lap, eyes closed. thomas didn’t take his hand off his hair.

“fine! i’ll let you two lovebirds cuddle back there.”

“slinthead.” was all newt answered before going silent.

thomas cursed minho in his head. cursed him even more when he looked at the rearview and saw minho’s treacherous eyes looking back at him.

**

“thought you said yesterday you didn't fancy him, shank.” teased minho that same night back at their dorm.

“thought you said you would mind your own business.” thomas answered. he didn’t think much about the sudden hotness he felt climbing to his cheeks.

after that, newt could always be found wearing thomas’ jacket.

not only did thomas never protest, but he also could never take his eyes off the blonde.

and that was the time – thomas would figure out much later – he first fell in love with newt.

[itsthemxze]

It’s cold outside. And damp. Rain is pattering against the windows, they can hear the wind rustling in the trees behind them, they can almost hear the waves lapping on the beach.

But he’s warm. The blankets are wrapped tight around him. And she’s here, smiling up at him.

“It’s raining.” Her voice is soft, sleep still laced in the words.

He nuzzles into her, basking in the sound of her gentle laugh. “Hmm. It never rained in the Glade.”

“Vince says it might rain a lot here.”

“Good for the plants, probably.”

Her hands trace his face. “Good for the soul.”

Then she’s slipping away from him, out of his arms and out of the bed. She stands by the door, hand extended to him, smile bright.

He follows. Slowly, but he always follows.

Standing in the doorway, their blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, he watches her leap into the rain. Bare feet splashing in the puddles, the damp grass between her toes, hair gathering droplets.

It’s beautiful, watching her move. So full of joy and so full of life after everything they went through.

He leaves behind the quilt and the warmth of their cabin.

The rain patters against his skin, the chill will reach him soon, but her hands are still warm when they hold his face. Her laugh is still bright.

It never rained in the glade.

He hopes it rains again here.

@thomesa-week day 1: Rain

A moodboard and a lil drabble!

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

In His Arms

The hammock swayed back and forth, a rocking endorsed by Thomas' leg as it hung over the side, Newt felt himself slowly slipping further.

His eyes were drooping while his head lay tucked into Thomas' chest. The hand running through his hair wasn't helping much either, soothing nails scratching across his scalp. It was as if a spell had been cast over him, urging him to finally close his eyes and fall asleep.

Most nights it would be difficult, the screeching maze too loud, but under Thomas' care and the stars above, he couldn't find it within himself to resist.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[saltwaterburns]

Teresa & Thomas are endgame AND I'M TIRED. OF YOU GUYS. ACTING LIKE THEY AREN'T.

[witchedwisteria]

for @xuoria.

when thomas pushes himself up and breathes sharp air tinged with sea salt, minho is waiting. he grips his shoulder and grins, dark eyes shining with a beat of happiness rarely there. “we took bets on who would wake up first,” he teases, gesturing behind him, and oh -

newt is beautiful; he has always been beautiful to thomas, but there are no dark veins alongside his throat and face and his face is relaxed peacefully in sleep. he is bandaged, and breathing, and sleeping. thomas falls over on the way there, dropping to his knees and cupping his face. hope and relief surges up in him so rapidly he lets out a hysterical laugh, and he feels like a crank, losing grip of everything from the sheer amount of feeling. he is here. newt is here. and he loves him.

“doctor’s think he’ll wake up soon, but they’re still not sure. he’s better, but…there’s no medical stuff here. we won’t know until he wakes up,” minho comments softly.

newt does wake up.

the next morning, thomas stirs, and peers over at the cot holding him. his eyes are open, dark eyes so familiar and so beautiful, and thomas’ heart soars, and he opens his mouth, but newt’s eyes are not looking at him and they are not closing and oh, no, please, no-

newt wakes and dies in paradise. but he never got to see any of it. never got to feel the warmth of the ocean in summer, to taste frypan’s new coconut pancakes in the morning, to finally get peace. doctors wrap him in cloth, and thomas presses his forehead against a cold, still chest and wails. it is the last noise he makes for a long time.

thomas sees paradise for one day, and then never sees it again. the warm colours fade the moment they bury newt under the largest tree they find, blossoming spring colours. thomas presses his hand against disturbed earth, as if he wants to reach down and pull his lover back up. he doesn’t even have a coffin. they don’t have wood to spare, and newt would have liked being buried close to the earth, anyway.

gally began to dig in the middle of the space in front of the tree, at first, but thomas remembers stopping him. “to the right,” he whispers. “save a space there.” because he will be buried with newt. he just has to wait in his second maze and build his own walls to cling to his grief.

[newtslvt]

Ooh look what we have here! Another drabble (double drabble this time).

Summary: Newt meets an awkward Barista who happens to love Star Wars just as much as he does.

For @ssseashell <3

[agerefandomrambles]

Little Newt is a clingy kiddo

Physically incapable of being more then a metre away from his cg at all times

Always keeps his cg in sights and WILL cry if you leave for even a moment

Is convinced that you're going to leave and never come back

Eventually, his cg invests in a baby carrier and just carries him around everywhere

He couldn't be happier about this development

[scorchedmazes]

lowkey continuing this fic idea with minally and scars bc im obsessed with them,,

minho had fallen asleep at the bonfire. he’s done it before, the last six months had exhausted him beyond belief and gally understood completely.

he knew minho was tired and still healing, even if minho debated gally every time he mentioned rest, so he knew just what to do when his boyfriend’s head slumped against his shoulder gently.

“come on, min”, gally lifted minho up bridal style, making sure his head didn’t fall backwards. gally gently placed minho on their shared bed.

minho’s shirt rode up in the back, revealing markings that gally had never noticed back in the glade. markings that ran all along the bottom of his back, and even down his thighs.

gally frowned slightly, lifting minho’s shirt up to reveal burn marks and strange lines that jutted out from his spinal column.

they resembled.. lightning. dark pink lines covered every inch of his back, shoulders, and even ran down to his elbows.

the burns were healing, gally assumes the medjacks had taken care of them when they first arrived at the safe haven, surely wckd wouldn’t have treated them. they seemed to cause more damage to minho’s body.

gally contained a gasp, reaching out and gently caressing the lines etched into minho’s skin.

minho shivered in response, feeling gally’s cool fingertips running up and down his spine.

“lightnin’”, gally barely heard minho’s hushed whisper as he buried his head further into his pillow. gally paused, letting minho’s shirt roll back down, covering him. he then shifted so he was spooning minho, pulling a blanket on top of minho’s legs and hips.

“lightning? it’s not storming, min.. there were no clouds in the sky at all, just stars”, gally was confused, why was minho talking about lightning? unless he was sleep talking, which was a habit of his.

“no, shuckface, lightning hit me”, gally could hear minho’s eyes rolling at his idiocracy.

“..oh”, was all gally could manage. lightning had struck minho? when? it had to be after the maze, when gally wasn’t with him.

“when.. when did that happened?”, gally gingerly wrapped his arms around minho’s waist, pulling him closer before planting small kisses down his neck.

“in the scorch.. after the maze. it was storming and.. then i was on the ground”, gally felt minho shiver at recalling the memory. he placed a kiss on one of the scars, gently in case it hurt.

“they’re ugly, i know”, minho smirked. gally shook his head.

“they’re beautiful. you’re a real piece of art, a masterpiece”, gally whispered in his ear before kissing his earlobe.

minho rolled his eyes but made no argument. he simply turned around and laid on gally’s chest, falling asleep to his heartbeat as gally’s blunt fingernails traced along his back.

[arcadian-litterateur]

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖟𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗

𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖑

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘

𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖘

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖘

𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖌𝖚𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐

𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖎 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞

𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘

[kreoreo]

"What 're you reading?" Thomas said sleepily while looking up at Newt through his bleary eyes.

"Alice in Wanda..wond..the title is a bit faded but it's about a girl going through a rabbit hole. It's quite interesting." Newt said while playing with Thomas's hair.

The scavengers had found a library in a city not so far away the other day, they brought a big number of books back saying that if the Safe Haven was to become a village, they needed a library. It was gaining popularity rapidly as most of the immune didn't remember anything, so learning about the past was *very* intriguing to the kids.

Thomas sat up beside Newt, holding the hand that was in his hair moments ago. They kissed softly, as was becoming a lovely morning tradition, and Thomas placed his head in the crook of Newt's neck.

"Will you read to me" he whispered, and so Newt did. He read for nearly 30 minutes and was almost done with the chapter they were at when came the time for breakfast.

"C'mon, it's time to eat" said Newt. Tommy was on the brink of falling asleep again, so he brought him to sit upright, rubbing his back in a circular pattern, gently waking him up.

Sometimes life got hard, sometimes they came back with less people at the end of the day when going on trips to the outside and winters were harsh on their small community but mornings like these made Thomas feel like everything they endured was worth it if he got to wake up beside Newt. His Newt. The boy who makes everyday worth living, who kisses him like he's the most important thing in the world, and who's willing to read to him in the early morning.

So they got up and went to eat Frypan's cooking, like they will do for eternity, talking about silly white rabbits and girls in blue dresses.

Life was hell, but life was good.

[intheyellowandgreen]

Christmas Again Next Year

The Maze Runner. Thomally. 100 word drabble. Christmas fluff.

Gift for: @itsthemxze at AO3 and @smalleymcsmall at AO3

Series: 100 Word Drabbles