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downthe-f4ndom-rabbith0le · 11 months ago

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As Brave As You Are (Newt x Reader) - A Maze Runner Story

As Brave As You Are (Newt x Reader) Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 12,051 Warnings: death, bloody wounds, fighting, mental and physical torture, guns, suicidal thoughts and actions Spoilers: no spoilers because the books and films came out ages ago

After helping Newt recover from his ankle injury, Y/N and Newt formed an unbreakable bond that always had them looking out for each other. When they escaped the Maze, then navigated the Scorch, they always had each other’s back. It isn’t until Y/N is captured alongside Minho by WCKD and Newt contracts the Flare that he realises how he truly feels about Y/N.

Problem is, will he rescue her in time to tell her?

Note: I'm back in my dystopian future era thanks to the new Hunger Games film so of course I had to write for my original YA crush. This piece is based on the movie series mainly. Don't get mad at me, I love the books more, but I can appreciate the storylines that came out of the path they took with the films. And if there is one thing the TMR fandom can agree on, it is that the film cast was the best cast ever for the series. So enjoy - not sorry that it's horrendously long, Newt deserves it xx

‘Medjack! Medjack, now!’

Y/N recognised it was Minho was calling for help. Clint and Jeff ran out of the med hut to see what all the commotion was. It wasn’t long before they were hurrying back inside, carrying Newt of all people between them, Minho and Alby in tow.

‘Clear the table,’ Clint ordered, and Y/N quickly followed through, practically throwing off containers, bowls and medical instruments to get Newt on there as quick as possible. Once Newt was up, Y/N finally noticed the unnatural twist in his ankle and it almost sent Frypan’s sloppy sweet potato soup right back up.

She was still pretty new to her job as a Medjack, being the greenie and all. She was the only girl in the Glade of the current twelve residents, so she was intimidated at first as to what role she could play in the place. Medjack seemed the most suitable, and she seemed to have a knack for it, having stitched up some eyebrows and cleaned up knee scrapes with ease and precision.

But even though she’d seen blood, dealt with displaced bones and joints, she still got queasy doing her job. It didn’t help that Newt was hissing through clenched teeth from the intense pain, an occasional sob passing through.

‘What happened?’ Y/N asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Minho said. ‘We split up for only five minutes. I thought we could cover more ground that way. And we’ve run that part of the Maze like a hundred times already. I thought we’d be fine…’

Clint held Newt down as Jeff and Y/N took a look at Newt’s ankle. Jeff only pressed gently with his fingers around the bone, but Newt’s responding howls confirmed the severity of the injury.

‘The bone is completely shattered,’ Jeff said grimly. ‘We’re going to need to reset his foot first though. Y/N?’

‘On it.’ She rushed to a shelf that held bandages, then to a cupboard with flat boards about shin length. She grabbed two of those before heading back to the table.

‘You’re going to have to hold him down,’ Y/N directed at Alby and Minho, gesturing to follow Clint’s efforts. Then she turned to Newt, whose face was slicked with tears and sweat as he continued to writhe in pain. ‘Newt. Newt, can you open your eyes for me? I need you to focus on me.’

To his credit, Newt opened his eyes and he didn’t look away from her.

‘Good. Good, Newt,’ she said. ‘Now, we have to realign your foot. It’s going to hurt a lot. We’ll go on three, okay?’

In the short time Y/N had known Newt – which arguably was no time at all, as he ran every day and she was in the Medjack hut all day. They didn’t interact unless he or another runner got hurt, or at dinner if only to say hello. Even so, she had come to know he liked it plain and straight, no bullshit. So, despite his pain, he took two deep, calming breaths and gave her a nod to say he was ready for what they had to do.

Y/N nodded back, then looked to the others, who had their hands braced on all Newt’s limbs. ‘Ready?’ she asked, to which they nodded in reply. Y/N gently held Newt’s ankle, eliciting a quiet whimper from the boy. ‘Okay, on three. One, two…’ She cut herself off as she slammed her hands either side the ankle bone, causing a loud cracking sound as the ankle snapped back into place.

Newt’s wail of pain must’ve been heard from across the whole Glade it was so loud. He writhed and pulled to sit up, but the boys held him down as Y/N and Jeff bandaged the two splints either side of Newt’s ankle. Jeff then dabbed a small dose of chloroform in a cloth and pressed it to Newt’s nose. Soon enough, the boy was unconscious, finally pain-free.

‘You guys go have dinner,’ Y/N said to Clint and Jeff a little while later as they were cleaning up the hut. Alby and Minho had left soon after Newt fell asleep, but it was almost dinner time now. ‘I’ll stay with Newt tonight.’

‘You sure?’ Clint asked. ‘We can do shifts if you’d prefer.’

Y/N shook her head. ‘I insist. You guys rest up. I can do this. Consider this my final test to becoming a fully-fledged Medjack.’

Jeff chuckled. ‘You have much more to learn, Greenie, but suit yourself.’

‘We’ll bring you back some food, Y/N,’ Clint said as he and Jeff left the hut, leaving Y/N to idly clean up.

Newt woke up from a dull throbbing in his ankle, which turned into a harsh pain, causing him to sit up in alarm.

‘Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,’ a voice gently said as equally gentle hands pushed him back down.

‘My ankle,’ he said, voice hoarse and dry. ‘It hurts…’

The face of the voice finally came into view: it was the Greenie. Y/N offered him a small smile as he finally recognised her. In one hand, she held a needle with clear serum. Her other she offered to his leg. ‘May I? It’ll help, I promise.’

He hesitated for a moment, but the intense pain in his ankle broke his composure as he eagerly nodded. The painkiller worked immediately, and Newt sighed with relief as the throbbing eased significantly.

’There,’ Y/N said, wiping the needle. ’That should help for a bit. Sadly, we don’t have much left for me to give you more than once a day, but I’m hoping you won’t need it beyond the end of the month.’

Confusion clouded Newt’s mind as he tried to process her words. ‘What… What happened?’ But he answered his own question as images of the Maze flashed through his mind, and he remembered it all. How he bid farewell to Minho. How he climbed as high as he could along the Maze walls. How easy it was to let go.

Then the pain fully encompassed him, and then it was just a blur. How Minho found him. How Clint and Jeff laid him on the table he realised he was still on. How angry and embarrassed he felt having his friends see him broken and miserable.

Newt managed to pull himself into a sitting position, propping a pillow behind him to cushion the hut wall. ‘How bad is it?’ he asked glumly, eyes unable to lift from his injury.

He couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries. He was too tired, and, frankly, saw no point in keeping up appearances anymore.

To her credit, Y/N seemed to pick up on his mood, saying, ‘It will heal to a point you’ll be able to walk again. But it won’t ever heal properly.’

‘You mean I’ll have a limp?’

‘Potentially.’

’So I can’t be a Runner anymore?’ Y/N didn’t reply, finally drawing Newt’s attention away from the source of his pain and to her.

Newt had only interacted with Y/N on a few occasions. Mainly at mealtimes or the odd occasion he passed her by on the way back from a run, only talking as much as greeting and farewelling one another. As the only girl so far, of course he found her intriguing, but he never had time nor a reason to get to know her.

And while he’d come to think of her as the quiet and gentle Medjack in comparison to Clint and Jeff, he didn’t see an ounce of pity on her face as she looked at him. Only quiet contemplation, as if there could be any other answer but no to his question.

‘I guess that’s up to you and Alby,’ she finally said. ‘I mean, I know what I should say is no. I’m sure Clint and Jeff will say no. But it’ll more so come down to if you want to go back in or not.’ Her eyes flickered to his ankle, sadness glazing her eyes briefly before returning to him. ‘But I think I can take a guess as to what your answer will be.’

Newt’s gut twisted with guilt and shame that she’d figured it out, and his face flushed with embarrassment and anger. ‘So, you going to tell everyone?’ he asked, words thick with hopelessness. ‘I mean, that’s your job, right? Diagnose me, then tell Alby, then the whole glade how pathetic I am?’

Y/N shook her head. ‘I think you give me too much credit. I’m not an actual doctor, you know,’ she said, coming to stand beside him. She inspected his ankle for a moment, then turned her gaze to him, and it shocked him to see such intensity in her eyes. It was as if suddenly he was the most interesting person in the world.

‘I can say it was a running accident,’ she finally concluded. ‘You can tell your truth when you’re ready. It’s not my place to take away hope when the others are so full of it right now. That includes me.’

He stared, stunned, as she packed up the last of her things by a spare medical cot at the other end of the hut. It wasn’t until she let out a loud yawn that Newt noticed it was dark outside. The silence of the Glade told him everyone else had gone to bed so it was late. Or early, he couldn’t really tell.

Y/N fluffed a sad excuse of a pillow and put it on the cot. ‘Now that I know you’re alive, are you going to be okay if I get a few minutes shut eye? I can stay up if you’d like.’

Now that the initial shock and embarrassment of the day’s events had subsided, Newt realised how exhausted he was still. ‘No, that’s okay,’ he said. ‘I think I should rest a bit more anyway.’

Y/N nodded and swung her legs up to lie down fully. Newt went to slide himself and his pillow back down to do the same when Y/N spoke again.

‘And Newt?’ she said, her voice soft and almost hesitant.

‘Yeah?’ he called back.

She was silent for so long Newt thought she’d gone to sleep. But then she spoke. ‘For the record, I don’t think you’re pathetic. For wanting it all to end, that is. I actually think what you did was really brave. You might be scared and maybe out of hope, but at least you did something about it. The rest of us can only hope to be as brave as you.’

Newt’s breath caught in his chest as it swelled with a mix of emotions. Brave? What he did was the act of a coward. Tears streamed silently down his face, both from a deep shame, but also a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time.

The rest of us can only hope to be as brave as you…

Newt had lost all hope after a year of searching for a way out and finding nothing. But she didn’t know that, and neither will the next Greenie, or the Greenie after that. Even some of the boys already in the Glade didn’t know that. That’s why they waited every day for the runners – for him – to come back with news, with a shred of hope that they’d get out of there soon.

Newt twisted himself so he could see Y/N, who was rolled away from him, her body rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep. Even if he thought it would all be hopeless in the end, some truly believed they would get out of here.

And maybe that was something worth fighting for.

Two years on and Newt and Y/N had managed to forge something akin to a friendship.

Y/N had kept her word and said Newt had had a running accident, and he’d agreed with her for the sake of his worried friends. Y/N had also been right about his ankle; it healed to point where he could walk and do a decent jog with a limp. But he would never run again.

He was transferred to work as a Track-Hoe in the gardens with Zart. But it wasn’t all bad. As more boys arrived – never any girls much to their confusion – Newt developed a knack for leading others, for diffusing hard situations, and for wrangling the boys into line. Because of that, he was promoted to Alby’s second-in-command, which gave him more meaningful work to do than just the gardens – stuff that might actually get him and the other Gladers out of the bloody Maze.

It also meant he had more time to talk to Y/N. He would make sure to drop by once a day (and not just at mealtimes) to check in on her. For a time, he convinced himself he did that because it was his job as second-in-command to keep up group morale, and he would visit everyone in the Glade. Eventually, however, he realised it was because he genuinely enjoyed her company.

Since that night, Y/N had come out of her shell more. Still a little shy and apprehensive at times, but she would openly joke and play along with the boys’ antics. She was more confident in her work as a Medjack too, not afraid to boss Clint and Jeff around if she needed something from them.

Newt’s visits became longer, as they talked about any and all things. Aside from Alby and Minho, Newt considered Y/N one of his closest friends. And she must’ve felt the same – or at least in a similar fashion – as she entertained his thoughts about life beyond the Maze, and the rants he would go on thanks to whichever stupid shank put the fertiliser in the wrong place.

It was a friendship built on mutual respect and genuine care for one another, something that helped Newt convince Y/N to come with him and the others when they finally decided to leave the Maze. But he couldn’t help but feel a deep dread and guilt as he waited behind Thomas, knowing that Grievers were right around the corner.

While the others caught up, Newt turned to Y/N – who’d been helping him through the Maze with his limp – and offered her a spare spear he’d been carrying.

Her eyes widened at his offering. ‘I can’t take that. I can’t fight.’

‘Well, you can’t just go in there without something to protect yourself,’ he said, this time forcibly handing the spear over. Y/N clutched the spear awkwardly, and Newt saw the uncertainty in her eyes, in her trembling hands.

Newt felt bad for making her hold such a violent weapon. All her hands had ever done were help people, save them at times. Now he was asking her to kill. It was for the greater good they both knew, but to kill, nonetheless.

Newt placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and locked eyes with her. ‘Hey,’ he said softly, ‘you stay with me the whole time, do you understand? I promise you won’t have to use that unless absolute necessary.’

Y/N bit her lip to stop it trembling too, but she nodded, steeling herself in preparation for the fight ahead. Newt reciprocated the action and gave her shoulder a final squeeze before turning to face Thomas as he explained the plan.

They fought the Grievers, taking down a few while some of them took down Gladers. The Gladers were backed against the door that Teresa and Chuck were trying to open with a code. Minho shouted numbers at them as he, Newt, and the others fended off one last Griever.

Before he could finish, Minho was caught by a Griever, and Clint ran out to save him. But the Griever’s tail caught him, sending him over the edge of the walkway they fought on with one flick.

‘Clint!’

Before Newt could stop her, Y/N rushed out from behind him, spear drawn back and flying at the Griever in seconds. Not being a fighter to begin with, let alone a good one, the spear bounced off its metal leg without much effect. It did, however, alert the Griever to her presence, turning all its attention to her. Minho leapt to his feet, finally free, and ran back to the group. ‘Y/N!’ he cried as he ran. ‘Run!’

Y/N seemed to finally realise her situation, looking up at the Griever frozen with fear. The horrible creature raised its claw to end her, but Newt moved faster.

He ran as fast as he could, limp be damned, past Y/N and threw his spear at the Griever’s head. It landed true, puncturing one of the creature’s bulbous eyes, drawing a painful screech from it. Newt didn’t wait to see what it would do next, as he grabbed one of Y/N’s arms and Minho grabbed the other and ran back to the group, practically throwing her behind the front line and against the door.

Teresa finally got the door open and the Gladers tumbled in, Thomas throwing one last spear down the Griever’s throat as the doors closed.

Lights flickered on to show they were in some empty room with a door on the wall behind them leading to a corridor.

Thomas looked at the group, taking heavy breaths. ‘Everyone okay?’

‘What’s left of us, that is,’ Winston said, his tone sad and regretful.

As Newt eyed the group, he noted how many they’d lost, how little their group seemed all of a sudden.

Minho stepped ahead with Thomas, pointing towards the door. ‘Well? It’s not going to open itself.’

As Minho and Thomas led the group to the exit, Newt turned to Y/N, whose eyes had a distant look glazed over them. ‘What were you thinking?’ he asked, bringing her attention to him. ‘I told you to stay behind me. You could’ve been killed.’

‘I-I know. I’m sorry,’ she stuttered out, tears teetering in her E/C eyes. ‘I just… Clint… It all happened so fast, and I was just kind of moving before I knew what I was doing.’ She looked down at her hands then, and Newt noticed a slight tremble to them. ‘I thought I could help, but I was too slow. And I put you guys in danger too. I’m just… I’m sorry.’

Newt’s guilt came back full force then. He placed a gentle hand over her trembling one, grasping her fingers to stop their shaking. When she looked up at him confused, he just said, ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pressured you into thinking you had to fight. You won’t ever hold a weapon like that again. I promise.’

Y/N opened her mouth to object no doubt, but Newt cut her off. ‘But you have to promise me something back. Promise me that you’ll let us protect you. You can help by keeping us alive, just like you always have. But you’ve got to listen to me, you got it?’

He used his authoritative voice this time, and it seemed to work as Y/N calmed down, her unshed tears now gone.

‘Okay,’ she said, quiet but strong. ‘I promise.’

Newt nodded. ‘Good that.’ He turned to see the others leaving through the door then turned back to Y/N. ’Do you think we’d be lucky enough not to face anything else beyond those doors.’

‘I think we should consider ourselves lucky for getting this far.’ To her credit, Y/N managed a small smile as she looked up at him. ‘But why should our luck run out now?’

There it was again; the glimmer of hope Newt had felt from her since the night he injured his ankle. Newt couldn’t deny that they’d made it this far – by design or by luck, they’d made it.

And who was he to deny that things might be on the look up for them now?

Together, Y/N and Newt followed the rest of the Gladers to meet their makers.

‘I never thought I’d say this… but I miss the Glade.’

The group around the fire grew silent at the implication Frypan’s words had, the memories they conjured up. Y/N couldn’t help but agree as she looked into the dark sky above her, peaking from behind the crumbling pillars they took refuge under.

The sky was always so clear back in the Glade, she recalled silently. But, just like their current situation, the sky was now obscured.

The people who rescued them from the Maze were actually WCKD – the people who’d put them in the Maze in the first place. The past twelve hours had seen herself, Newt, Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Winston, and a boy named Aris find Teresa, break out of the facility, and enter the deadly Scorch. In their search for supplies, they’d been attacked by crazed, infected people, driving the group to hide where they were.

The Maze was dangerous, but it was familiar and the only home Y/N recalled ever having. Out in the Scorch, safety wasn’t guaranteed.

She looked to Winston, who laid back, his shirt pulled up to expose the bloody bandage she’d wrapped his torso in. Y/N tried not to think about the infected scratch marks underneath, and more specifically what gave them to him. The Grievers were one thing, but the things that attacked them? They used to be people.

Not wanting to sit in her thoughts anymore, Y/N stood up, brushed off her pants, and grabbed knife from their pile of weapons they’d found in the abandoned mall. ‘I’ll take first watch.’

She didn’t wait to hear if anyone objected, already walking around the stone that covered them so she was on top. To her relief, the others let her go without argument, putting out the fire and quickly settling down to sleep.

After half an hour, Y/N decided to get up and patrol around the area, knife tightly gripped in her hand and her footsteps quiet despite the sand.

There was so much of it, the sand. The lady in white – Doctor Ava Paige – had said in her video that the whole world was just desert now. The thought made Y/N yearn for the Glade even more. For the grass, and the woods, and the bonfires they used to have, and the games they played. The boys – Clint, Jeff, Alby, Gally, Chuck.

Y/N wasn’t a hateful person, but she clutched the knife tighter at the thought of all the loss they’d all suffered at the hands of WCKD.

It’s why she didn’t hesitate to follow Newt when he’d found her in her room – for some reason, she hadn’t been allowed to stay with the other girls from the other mazes just yet. It’s why they were now braving the Scorch searching for people that Thomas didn’t know even existed. They wanted a better life out from under WCKD’s thumb.

The crunch of sand had her whirling around, awkwardly poising the knife as if to attack, but she relaxed at the familiar person standing there.

Newt raised his hands in mock surrender. ‘Whoa there,’ he said, the quirk of a smile on his lips telling her he was just joking. ‘You could do some real damage if you’re not careful.’

Y/N blew out in relief, the knife dropping to her side again. ‘Thanks, but we both know that’s not the case, Newt.’

Newt shoved his hands in his jacket pocket, shrugging his shoulders as he did. ‘I don’t know, I’ve seen you with a scalpel. Absolutely terrifyingly precise with that thing.’

Y/N chuckled softly, appreciative of the distraction. But her smile dropped as she looked out into the dark cityscape. The moon hid behind clouds so Y/N couldn’t make out anything. ‘Is it pathetic that I’m scared to see what the world has become?’ she asked, not daring to raise her voice above a soft mumble.

Newt stepped up beside her, his body radiating the last remnants of heat from the fire and it warmed her slightly. ’Someone once told me that I was brave for facing my fear,’ he said after some quiet contemplation.

Y/N looked up at him confused, but he looked down at her with a knowing, smug smile. Much to her chagrin, she couldn’t help but chuckle and shake her head at him. ‘I don’t recall saying that specifically. But if that’s how you saw it, who am I to tell you that wasn’t what I meant?’

Newt hummed in agreement looking back out at the dark expanse, contemplation scrunching his brows together. ‘I’ll be honest with you, I’m scared too.’

That surprised Y/N. Newt, second-in-command, casual, leader Newt was scared? ‘You are?’

Newt nodded. ‘I’m scared that we’ve made a mistake. That Thomas is wrong and there aren’t any mountain people.’ He turned back to Y/N, the most serious she’d ever seen him. ‘I’m scared we’re going to lose more of us, and then what was our escape for? But… it’s not my place to take away hope when the others are so full of it. Including myself.’ Finally, Newt’s smile returned, and it warmed that cold pit of despair Y/N had been falling into ever since they left the WCKD facility. ‘Or, at least, I think that’s what someone very wise once told me.’

Y/N stared at him, awestruck. Hopeful. Newt was hopeful again. And she didn’t want to read into it, but she thought the knowing smile he was giving her told her that she had something to do with it. The thought alone strengthened her resolve, and she looked down at the knife in her hands, less afraid of it all of a sudden.

Y/N held it out to Newt. ’Teach me.’

He raised an eyebrow in a silent question. ‘What?’

’Teach me. How to fight,’ Y/N explained, eyes unwavering from his.

Concern flashed across Newt’s face for a brief moment. ‘Y/N, I told you, you don’t have to fight if you don’t want to.’

‘If there is one thing I’ve come to know about WCKD is that it doesn’t actually matter what I want anymore. What any of us want,’ Y/N said, feeling the most certain she’s felt in a long time. ‘The one thing we have on WCKD is that we are defiant. We escaped, and are taking away the one thing they want most of all: a chance to find a cure. So, if we’re going to have any hopes of making it to the mountains alive, I’m going to have to know how to fight. So please – teach me.’

Newt contemplated her for a moment, and Y/N just prayed he wouldn’t say no. Or even worse, laugh. Instead of doing either, he took the knife from Y/N’s hand, his fingers brushing across her palm as he did.

‘All right,’ he said, moving his feet apart to get into a fighting stance. ‘First of all, you’ve got to have a wide-ish stance, and stay light on your toes so you can control when you back away from your opponent.’

He demonstrated the movement by quickly shuffling away, always keeping his feet a certain distance apart and the knife gripped tight by his hip. ‘…and when you go into attack.’ He moved so fast Y/N didn’t see his footwork, her eyes locked on his as they bored into hers, knife poised at her neck as if he’d strike.

He stepped away and gave her the knife back. ‘You think you can do that?’

Y/N nodded and took the knife, and for the next hour Newt taught Y/N basic blocks and manoeuvres that he’d picked up from Thomas and Minho and just from basic instinct. Just like she’d been with her Medjack skills, Y/N was a quick study, performing move after move when Newt asked her to.

She impressed herself. For a natural pacifist, she wielded the knife quite fluently.

They decided to finish the session on a quick sparring match. Newt took a swipe at Y/N, and she stepped back just like Newt had taught her. She then rushed in for an attack, to which Newt threw up his own knife in time to block. Y/N anticipated the pushback and twisted out of Newt’s way as he stumbled slightly forward. While he was disorientated, Y/N gripped his wrist that controlled his knife and pointed her own into his back.

‘Looks like I win,’ she said, breathless but proud.

Y/N didn’t like the carefree scoff he gave her, followed by, ‘Are you sure?’

She doubted herself for a moment, loosening her grip enough for him to twist out of her reach, knock her knife away and bend to sweep her legs out from underneath her. Y/N landed hard, groaning at the pain in her butt as Newt looked down at her and laughed.

‘I’m glad you find my pain amusing, Newt,’ she grumbled, rubbing her sore behind.

Newt laughed for a moment longer then calmed down. But his radiant smile remained on his face, brightening the darkness surrounding them. ‘I’m sorry, love,’ he said between remaining chuckles. To his credit, he held out his hand in an offer to help her up. ’But the surprise on your face was priceless.’

Y/N contemplated his hand for a moment, whether she should just push it away or take it. Instead, an idea came to mind, and she gripped his hand tightly then pulled him to the ground with her. He landed on his stomach beside her, getting a face full of sand.

Y/N let out a loud laugh before quickly covering her mouth to stifle the relentless laughter that wished to burst from her.

Newt spat and coughed out sand as he made to sit up. ‘Well,’ he started, spitting out more sand as he looked up at Y/N, ‘I should’ve seen that coming.’

That just made Y/N laugh even harder, using now both hands to quieten the giggles. Goodness, when was the last time she’d laughed this freely? When was the last time she’d felt such joy? After everything they’d been through, Y/N was worried she’d forgotten what was like to laugh.

When she’d calmed down, she looked down to see Newt propped up on his arms looking up at her with an odd expression on his face. Like he was in awe, maybe. Whatever it was, it made Y/N acknowledge how handsome Newt had become. His baby features had faded since she’d first met him, being replaced by a lean figure and a toned jawline from working in the gardens every day for two years. And with his big brown eyes, tousled blond hair and funny accent, Y/N wondered how he had changed so much without her realising it. How she hadn’t realised he’d grown up.

The intensity with which he looked at her brought a heated blush to her face, and so she turned away into the cool night breeze, willing the blush to cool down. Newt shuffled to sit up next to her. They didn’t speak for a minute, until Newt suddenly stood up.

‘Well, um,’ he started, and for the first time since Y/N had known him, he sounded uncertain about what to say. ‘I better let you continue with your shift. At least you know how to defend yourself now.’

Y/N hastily stood up as well, making sure there was at least a step between them. ‘Yes!’ she said. ‘Thank you for that. I’ll be sure to practice.’

‘Good that.’

They looked at each other for a moment, and even though Newt said he was leaving, he made no move to leave. Maybe he doesn’t want to, she thought, and the mere possibility of that being true warmed her heart.

But he took a step away, gave her a shy smile and a small wave farewell. ‘Goodnight, Y/N.’

‘Goodnight Newt,’ she said, those two words hanging in the air long after he’d left.

As she finally woke Frypan up for his shift, she clung to the knife and went through all the manoeuvres Newt had taught her until she fell asleep.

Newt was unable to sleep until Y/N woke Frypan up to take the next watch shift, and laid down to sleep herself. Newt opened his eyes to see Y/N laying across the pit they’d dug out for the fire. She faced him on her side, and Newt noticed with curiosity that she held the knife she’d practiced with close to her chest. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, and paired with her heavy breathing, Newt figured she was completely asleep.

An odd sensation fluttered in his chest and stomach as Newt considered Y/N’s sleeping face. It was the same feeling that had fizzled in his chest when he’d looked up at her as she laughed. He couldn’t remember the last time any of them had laughed as freely as she had.

And he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked doing so – hiding her bright smile behind trembling hands, eyes narrowed but sparkling with joy.

All because of him.

He rolled onto his back then, not wanting to give the thought anymore weight. There’s no point getting your hopes up, he reminded himself. But like a moth drawn to flame, Newt couldn’t help but tilt his head to gaze upon her peacefully sleeping. An ache carved itself deep in his heart. How had he not realised her growing up, changing? Being the only girl for a long time, of course he and the others found her pretty. But now that he looked at her – really looked at her, and wasn’t concerned with his life for just a split second – he realised just how beautiful she was.

It was in her features, but also in her determination to be better for the group. It both hurt and impressed him when she asked for his help. He promised her she would never have to fight again, but things have changed drastically since the Maze.

It was in her ability to still find the joy in things, to still be able to laugh despite their situation.

It was how she believed in Thomas, in Aris, in the mountain people, even if she was scared.

‘The rest of us can only wish to be as brave as you,’ he whispered into the night, a silent promise that he’d tell her that sometime.

And with the fluttering in his chest finally easing into a calm warmth, he finally fell asleep.

Everything exploded with chaos as Y/N, Newt, Thomas, and Minho navigated their way through the Right Arm camp as guns fired and explosions went off.

Teresa had betrayed them. Y/N couldn’t believe it when it was revealed in front of everyone, and she still couldn’t believe it as Minho pushed her head down, sheltering her from another explosion. Teresa truly believed WCKD could find a cure, but still at the expanse of Y/N and her friends’ pain. And just when Thomas was going to blow them all sky high, Jorge and Brenda had come in like a saving grace, and that’s when all hell broke loose.

‘This way!’ Thomas yelled over the din, beckoning them behind a weapons container.

However, Minho stopped suddenly and picked up a launcher. Keep going!’ Minho called over his shoulder as he shot at WCKD soldiers around him. ‘I’m right behind you!’

Thomas and Newt reached the container, but Y/N stopped and turned at the sound of a painful cry. ‘Minho!’ she cried as her friend fell, his body convulsing from a launcher shot.

‘Y/N, no!’ Newt called after her, but she was already running back to Minho, grabbing at his jacket to drag him to safety.

But Y/N was not strong like the boys, and certainly not strong enough to move Minho in any hurry. She looked up just in time to see a launcher fire at her, then her body felt like it was on fire.

She was sure she was screaming, but she couldn’t hear anything as the electricity struck every nerve with a vicious bite. After what felt like an eternity of pain, she was granted a moment of peace as her vision went white, then in a flash was swamped by darkness.

Newt’s heart stopped when he saw Y/N shot. She convulsed as Minho had, then collapsed beside their friend unconscious. The second Y/N hit the ground, Newt found his voice again, feelings of anger and desperation clawing their way through every vein in him.

‘Y/N, no!’ His cry came out broken as he made to run to her, but a strong hand gripped the back of his jacket and pulled him back.

‘No, boys,’ Vince shouted over the din, holding both Newt and Thomas back.

‘Let me go!’ Newt protested, struggling against Vince, eyes darting between him and Y/N. ‘I need to help her! Y/N!’

But WCKD soldiers were already picking up Y/N and Minho’s unconscious bodies, dragging their feet through the red dirt and into a berg.

‘I’m sorry, son,’ Vince said, and Newt thought he sounded genuine. But that didn’t stop icy terror gripping tight on his heart as the doors began to close on Y/N, Minho, and other immunes from the Right Arm.

Thomas called for Minho, and Newt called for Y/N, but neither could do anything to help their friends as they were flown away. Back in WCKD’s clutches once again.

When the sun rose, the remaining survivors came out of hiding and began scrounging up supplies. They were moving on, Vince claiming there was nothing they could do but keep going with who and what they had left.

Newt couldn’t accept that, and neither could Thomas apparently, as he claimed he was going after Minho, Y/N and the others. Without hesitation or any further explanation, Newt was the first to sign up and join him.

And so, they went on a quest to rescuing Minho, Y/N, and as many immunes as possible. The train hijack was a huge success with immune numbers, but no Minho and no Y/N. Even so, Newt refused to accept that he’d never see either of them again. Even when they almost got killed by cranks. Even when he, Thomas, Brenda, Frypan, and Jorge were almost blown up by turret guns.

Even when he found out he was infected with the Flare.

He could feel it, his mind slowly slipping away as the Flare ate away at his sanity. He was usually level-headed and rational – it’s part of the reason he became second-in-command in the first place. Guilt and shame ate away at him as he sat on the rooftop of their hideout in the outskirts of the Last City, explaining to Thomas why he just bit his head off about being in love with Teresa.

Not that I’m one to talk, he thought as he rolled down as his sleeve, silence wrapping around him and Thomas comfortably. Newt could feel Thomas didn’t know what to say, and Newt didn’t like long silences so he broke it.

‘The crazy thing, though is…’ Newt started, a soft but sad scoff escaping him, ‘I’m not scared of dying. I used to be, back in the Maze. Because it felt like my friends were dying for no reason, without purpose. But…’ Newt looked over his shoulder, past Thomas, and to the peaking spires of the Last City. To where Y/N was being held somewhere.

‘I have something to die for now,’ Newt said, eyes never wavering from the spires.

Thomas came to sit beside Newt, a sad realisation drawing his brows and lips down. ‘You’re not just talking about Minho, are you?’ he asked.

It was how gentle and matter-of-fact Thomas spoke that had Newt’s chest tightening with fear and an immense pressure he’d been scared, until now, to acknowledge. His throat threatened to close on him as he spoke, rendering his words tight and uncontrolled. ‘I failed to protect her, Tommy,’ he managed to get out. ‘I promised I’d always protect her, and I didn’t.’

It surprised Newt how simultaneously hard and easy it was to speak about his feelings, and now that he had started, the words just flowed.

’She’s just always been there, so I never saw it coming,’ Newt continued, a melancholic smile adorning his lips as he recalls the day he met you, how you helped him with his ankle. How, since then, you’ve always been by his side, growing with him, changing with him, supporting him and everyone else around you.

’Saw what?’ Thomas asked.

‘I never saw that I could have a future after the Maze, after all of this,’ Newt explained. ‘That I would want a future… with Y/N.’ And with that, his tears finally spilled over, the pressure in his chest bursting into sobs that wracked his whole body. Newt was vaguely aware that Thomas was now holding him, and so he wrapped his arms tight around his friend, around his brother.

‘I love her, Tommy,’ Newt whispered over Thomas’ shoulder, his words obscured somewhat by his tears and holding back sobs. ‘And I’m scared I’ll never be able to tell her before I go.’

‘Hey,’ Thomas said, pushing Newt to arm’s length. He kept one hand on Newt’s shoulder and used his other to grip Newt’s neck, forcing their eyes to lock. ‘We’re going to find her – and Minho, and the other immunes. We’re going to get you that serum that helps with the Flare – as much of it as possible – and you’re going to tell her. You’re not dying. No one is dying. You hear me?’

No one could replace Alby, but the way Thomas was taking control of the situation reminded Newt of his old friend. How kind yet stern he could be. How hopeful yet pragmatic he was. It was something familiar that Newt was thankful for. He quickly calmed down, wiped away his tears and nodded at Thomas.

‘Good that,’ Thomas said, a small proud smile gracing his lips at his use of Newt’s common phrase.

Newt couldn’t help a chuckle as well. ‘Good that, indeed,’ he agreed, and followed Thomas back inside the hideout to finalise their plan to get into the WCKD facility.

…and you’re going to tell her. You’re not dying.

There was a nagging voice in the back of Newt’s head that was telling him not to believe Thomas. That Newt was going to die, or worse, turn into a crank and hurt his loved ones. That voice had followed him from the Maze, to the Scorch, and now the Last City. It was the voice that had driven him over the edge of the Maze walls all those years ago. But not anymore.

Newt had to keep hope, just as Y/N had taught him. He just had to be brave.

Y/N sat in the corner of her white-walled cell, hugging her knees to her chest as she rested her head on top. She’d sat there for hours, perhaps days. Y/N lost track of time after her first month in WCKD’s facility.

There were no windows, and the lights never dimmed. She pressed her eyes into her knees in the hopes of downing out the incessant white light. Her eyes ached with sleep deprivation, but she refused to sleep. The nightmares were much worse to deal with, and they always came whenever she closed her eyes.

Images of her friends dying in the Maze and the Scorch, of Grievers chasing her, of her friends turning into cranks and attacking her. Images fed to her by WCKD.

She knew they weren’t real, but she could never wake herself up in time to escape them. So, she stayed awake, knowing that she’ll have no choice but to face her nightmares when the doctors and scientists come to test on her again.

Y/N shivered at the thought of seeing another needle, of seeing her blood drained from her while WCKD turned her mind against her. When will it be enough? She might’ve lost track of time, but Y/N knew she’d been in the facility for a while now. If they hadn’t found anything by now, something told Y/N that nothing she gave would ever be enough. That included her life.

She knew Thomas and Newt would be dumb enough to come after her and Minho – that’s just the kind of people they were. Her heart ached at the thought that their efforts would be in vain.

Y/N hadn’t seen Minho since they arrived, having been separated from each other and the other immunes. Something about how they were the most promising subjects, she overheard from a scientist one time. Y/N didn’t know if Minho was alive, and if he was, what condition he was in.

But Minho was strong, the strongest of all the Gladers in Y/N’s opinion. If he was being tortured like her, he would be able to hold on. Y/N highly doubted she would last much longer.

The rest of us can only hope to be as brave as you…

Y/N wasn’t sure if Newt knew she was actually awake that first night in the Scorch, but she’d heard him, his words so soft she thought she’d dreamt it at first. But it had been real; Newt thought she was brave.

She was too dehydrated to produce tears, but an ugly sob desperately tried to escape her aching chest. She bit her lips instead, hard enough to draw a little blood, and the sob died out, leaving her body quiet except for her mind.

I’m sorry Newt, but I am not brave.

Even so, Y/N refused to crumble to WCKD anymore. They’d taken everything from her. Her life, her memories, her loved ones, her friends. Even her hope – something she so naively believed no one could take from her. They would not take her dignity.

She raised her head at the sound of her cell door unlocking, blinking a few times as bright light flooded her vision once more. Two WCKD soldiers and two scientists stood by the door, and Y/N spied a gurney just behind them.

One of the scientists – young male, maybe in his early twenties – stepped forward. ‘Time for more testing, Y/N,’ he said in a cold tone. But he had the sense to look sympathetic as his eyes roamed over Y/N as she stood up, showing how pale her S/C skin had become, how dark the circles beneath her eyes were, how the cargo pants and grey t-shirt hung off her in areas where she used to fill.

Y/N knew it was useless, but still she ran for the door, pushing past the scientists with ease despite her weakened state. However, she hit the soldiers like a brick wall, unable to fight against them as they restrained her arms and pressed her against the wall. The male scientist recovered quickly and injected her with a serum that made her drowsy enough that she wasn’t in control of her body. She was conscious as the soldiers strapped her to the gurney and the four of them wheeled her down corridor after corridor, and all she could do was watch fluorescent lights pass her by as she stared at the ceiling.

Soon enough, she was in a familiar room: the test lab.

‘It hasn’t been that long since we last tested her,’ the other scientist – a female, about the same age as her co-worker – said, her words laced with worry. ‘We put her under again, we risk losing her for good this time.’

‘I didn’t make the call,’ the male said as he continued to set up equipment around Y/N. ‘When Janson says he wants a cure, I don’t question him. Do you?’

The female didn’t answer, switching her focus to helping her co-worker. Y/N could slowly feel the serum wearing off – it was obviously only a light dose, the scientists knowing they’d put her under when they began testing.

But just as they unstrapped her to move her to the nightmare simulator, the room shook, sending Y/N rolling to the ground as glass and steel broke around her.

Sounds were muffled briefly and her vision blurred in and out of focus. She couldn’t hear what exactly the soldiers were shouting, but she saw them run out of the room alongside other soldiers. That just left her and the scientists.

Y/N flexed her fingers, the serum completely wearing off. Before she could stand though, two hands roughly grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. ‘Come on, Y/N,’ the male scientist said, pushing her towards the machine. ‘Just one more trip under…’

Fear electrified Y/N’s every nerve. No, not again. With a desperate cry, she shoved the male into the utensils table, sending him and the tools scattering across the ground. Before he could get up, Y/N straddled his upper body and slammed his arms into the ground.

‘Get off me!’ he yelled, struggling violently beneath Y/N. He managed to twist them both around until she was the one pinned to the ground. Y/N struggled but to no avail. She was significantly weaker than she was when she was first captured and he knew that.

‘You little brat,’ he spat in her face. ‘Ungrateful, selfish immunes. Your duty is to save us all! You–’

He was cut off when he suddenly went slack, falling unconscious on top of Y/N. She scrambled out from underneath him, then looked up from the floor to find the female scientist with a syringe in her hand. She looked between her unconscious co-worker then Y/N, a scared and disbelieving expression morphing her delicate features.

‘Go,’ the scientist finally said, her voice shaky, but the resolve in her eyes told Y/N that she wouldn’t chase after her. The room – no, the whole building – shook again, and when Y/N looked out the window, she realised why.

The city outside was on fire. Buildings crumbled, and Y/n could hear the screams and cries of civilians through the broken windows. The scientist wouldn’t chase her because there was no point.

This was the end.

‘Go!’ The scientist insisted, and Y/N didn’t think twice. She picked herself up, ignoring the cuts and scraps of glass it caused her, and ran out of the room.

She ran into the corridor, ignoring the cries of soldiers and other scientists who recognised her as a subject. She didn’t know where she was going, but this was the most freedom she’d had in forever.

Then a thought came to her – Minho. She had to find him, he surely had to be alive. She would run through every floor if she had to to find him. So she ran, looking into every test lab, every storage closest, every break room on the floor.

‘Minho!’ she cried, uncaring at this point if someone heard her. She just wanted to find him. She didn’t want to die without a familiar face with her. ‘Minho, where are you?’

She rounded a corner, right into the chest of a WCKD soldier. He was caught by surprise, giving Y/N an opportunity to slam him into the wall. It was like her fear was giving her a boost of strength, as she kneed him in the groin, sending him to the ground. He dropped the pistol he was holding, and she quickly picked it up and smacked the butt over the back of his head. He fell to the floor in one last scuffle and laid unmoving as Y/N sucked in deep breaths.

‘Y/N?’

She whirled around at the familiar call of her name, only to find three other people had entered the corridor. Thomas, Minho, and Newt. Her eyes scanned over them all, heart aching with an intense relief it threatened to crush her chest. ‘Guys?’ Her voice was hoarse with disuse and exhaustion. She was surprised she even had a voice after all her screaming.

Newt stepped forward, a relieved smile gracing his lips. ‘Yeah, love,’ he said, sounding on the verge of tears. ‘It’s us.’

Y/N’s first instinct was to run into his arms, the only place she’d felt since leaving the Maze. But she took a closer look at him. He was paler than when she last saw him, almost sickly with how dark the circles under his eyes were. Crank.

She pointed the pistol at her friends, causing them to raise their hands in shock. ‘Whoa, Y/N, it’s us!’ Thomas exclaimed.

‘No,’ she said, her voice cracking ever so slightly. ‘How do I know I’m not in that simulator again? How do I know this isn’t just another test, another trial?’

‘What are you talking about, Y/N?’ Newt asked, worry crinkling his brow.

’She doesn’t trust her mind,’ Minho said, as if in explanation. ‘Boy, they really did a number on her…’

‘Shut up!’ Y/N unlocked the safety and pointed the gun at Minho. ‘You’re just trying to trick me. Make me think everything is all right. But it’s just a lie. You’re not here. You’re not here…’

Newt stepped into the firing line. ‘We are here, love. I promise, we’re really here.’

‘Newt…’ Thomas warned, but Newt remained, eyes locked on Y/N’s.

Y/N couldn’t look away from Newt. He sounded so genuine, so much more real than previous simulations. But WCKD couldn’t be trusted, and they were wearing soldier uniforms…

Her hands shook but her voice was strong. ‘Prove it,’ she said. ’Tell me something only the real Newt would know.’

Newt swallowed thickly. ‘Okay, um… You cut yourself when you tried out being a Slicer and had to have Clint and Jeff fix you up. That’s when you thought being a Medjack would be a good idea.’

‘WCKD was watching us the whole time. They would’ve seen that,’ she countered, using both hands to grip the gun.

‘Okay, okay,’ Newt said, looking away a moment to think of something else. When he finally looked back at her, he was calm once more, eyes genuine and sincere. ‘How about how I jumped off the walls of the Maze in an attempt to kill myself?’

The world around the four of them seemed to freeze, as if the world wasn’t collapsing outside. To Y/N’s knowledge, Newt had never told anyone the truth of what happened that day. It was the shocked and tragic expressions on both Minho and Thomas’ faces respectively that had Y/N loosening her grip on the gun slightly.

Newt took a small step closer, eyes never straying from her. ‘I had lost all hope of getting out of that bloody maze. So I did the one thing I could do to control the situation. But I failed.’ He stepped closer again. ‘I was embarrassed, ashamed. I was just a coward. But you healed me and told me something I will never forget. I have held onto it like a lifeline through the Maze, through the Scorch, and all the time I was looking for you.’

He took one final step towards her, unfazed at how the gun pressed hard against his chest. Now that he was so close, Y/N saw just how sick he was. He looked like the early stage victims of the Flare they’d seen in the decrepit city they’d lost Brenda and Thomas in temporarily. And while Y/N refused to believe Newt – her beloved, sweet Newt – was infected, his eyes were the same as always. Open, honest, and truthful.

‘The rest of us can only hope to be as brave as you.’

It wasn’t the fact that he knew the exact words – again, WCKD had cameras everywhere in that Maze, they would’ve heard it. It was instead the emotion tied to the words. She felt them, felt the lifeline they’d created for him in his darkest moment. He wasn’t lying, and that meant he was real.

Finally, she allowed the sob to break free as she dropped the gun and threw her arms around Newt’s neck. He breathed out in relief, bringing her closer to his chest, face pressed into her H/C hair.

‘It’s really you,’ she whimpered, grasping tighter to the person she’s always been able to rely on. The person who has always protected her and brought out the best in her. Her closest friend, her safety net, her home.

‘It is, love,’ he said into her hair, breathing her in deeply. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you before.’

‘It’s okay,’ she said, pulling away to look up at him then to the other two. ‘I can’t believe you came after us.’

‘I know right,’ Minho said, punching Thomas’ arm lightly. ‘Dumb shanks.’

‘You can berate us later,’ Thomas said, rubbing his arm. ‘Right now, we’ve got to get out of here before Lawrence brings down the whole city.’

Y/N went to ask what he meant but gripped onto Newt instead as the building shook again.

‘Come on, let’s go,’ Newt said, grabbing Y/N’s hand with one hand, and holding a launcher in the other. Together, the four of them ran to escape WCKD once and for all.

‘Brenda!’

Y/N didn’t care about the rain of bullets and walls of fire around her as she ran for the berg. After hearing Teresa’s broadcast, she needed to get the cure back to Newt fast. Leaving him was one of the hardest things she has had to do. He wasn’t in great condition, but Thomas insisted that he’d take care of Newt. But the medicine Thomas had given Brenda all those months ago didn’t just buy her time, it had cured her completely. It could do the same for Newt.

If she could make it in time.

‘Brenda!’ Y/N cried as she spotted her friend. ‘The cure! I need the cure!’

Brenda understood, immediately retrieving one of the extra capsules Mary had made from Thomas’ blood before WCKD raided the camp. ‘Here,’ she said, passing over the injector.

‘Thanks!’ Y/N said, already sprinting back into the war zone before anyone could stop her.

She could feel it, the exhaustion, the strain she was putting her body under. Underfed and under trained, she was struggling. But she refused to stop. Newt had come all this way to find her, risked his life to get her out of WCKD’s clutches when he could’ve been administered the temporary cure and been safe on the berg already. No, Y/N refused to let him die without trying.

Minho, Brenda, Frypan, and Gally – Y/N was still shocked about that revelation, but that was for another time to discuss - followed around her, covering her with guns and other weapons as they ran through the war zone.

After an eternity of running, the group rounded a corner to find a sight that made Y/N feel like she was back in the nightmare simulator. Newt was leaning over Thomas with a knife aimed at his chest.

‘Newt, no!’ Y/N cried, running towards the two boys without thought.

Newt faced her at the call of his name, and she froze as she saw his black eyes. Dark veins branched over his skin and black blood dribbled from his chin. He was a full-blown crank now.

He raced at her, snarling as he swung the knife at her throat. She ducked just in time and rolled away as he slammed the knife down where her neck was. She quickly jumped to her feet, and despite her fatigue, muscle memory took over her legs, then her hands. That first night in the Scorch came to mind, how her and Newt sparred. The injector was her knife, and Newt her proper opponent.

‘Newt, it’s me,’ she said, slipping into her Medjack demeanour – calm and steady. ‘It’s Y/N. Please, snap out of it for a moment so I can help you.’

She thought he would run at her again, but his brows crinkled with concern and he looked at the knife in his shaky hands. He looked back at her, and the voice he spoke with broke her heart. It was a mixture of his sweet accent and a gargled croak where blood clogged his throat.

‘Y/N…’ he started. ‘Run away… Before… Before I kill you.’

The scene reminded her of the time he came in with his injured ankle. How desperate he was to fade into nothing because he was scared and ashamed of what he’d done. But just like then, she refused to be scared of him.

Y/N shook her head. ‘I’m not leaving you, Newt,’ she said. ‘None of us will.’

Newt seemed to realise there were more people than just her and Thomas, turning around to see the others. The sight of them seemed to distress him, though, as he snarled angrily and charged at her. She shuffled back as he swung at her again and again, but as she stepped back again, she tripped on something. She fell onto her back, knocking the air out of her lungs. Before she could gather herself up, Newt was on her, straddling her similar to how he had Thomas pinned before. Newt raised the knife to bring down on her but was tackled by Thomas.

They rolled for a little, then scrambled to their feet as they fought once more. This was Y/N’s only chance. She pushed herself up and ran for the boys, injector at the ready. Newt was bringing the knife forward in a wide arc that would gut Thomas when Y/N threw herself in between them, slamming the injector into Newt’s arm.

Right as his drove the knife into her stomach.

‘Y/N!’

She wasn’t sure who called her name, because all she could focus on was Newt as some of the blackness in his eyes cleared and she saw some of his gorgeous brown eyes. She also felt her body finally giving up. As if it knew that this was the end. After all the torture and pain, she had stayed alive so long for one reason. To save Newt – the boy who had been there from the start. So much so she hadn’t realised until he wasn’t there how much he meant to her. How he’d wormed his way into her heart and consumed it without her even knowing.

She gripped his hand that held the knife in her stomach, unfurled his fingers from the handle, and brought them to her chest where her heart was slowly slowing down. Her weak legs gave out, and she brought Newt down to his knees with her. She could’ve been imagining things, but she swore she saw recognition in his half-black eyes which made her smile as tears finally fell from her eyes.

‘It’s okay, Newt,’ she whispered. ‘It’s okay because… I love you.’

Her vision blurred and she finally let go of Newt as the both of them collapsed to the ground. Her breaths were short and sharp as the pain made itself known. A rush of feet thumped around her, and she had the slightest awareness that someone was moving her, but she didn’t care. She was finally at peace as darkness, at last, consumed her.

Y/N woke to the sound of waves rolling over on sand. The first thing she saw was grey canvas, then rolled her head around to see she was lying on a cot in a small tent with tables and medical supplies similar to how her Medjack hut looked. But she wasn’t alone.

‘Oh my God.’ Brenda’s face came into focus as the girl crouched by Y/N’s cot, disbelief and relief morphing her gentle features. ‘You’re awake! You’re finally awake!’

‘Ow,’ Y/N clasped at her head at the sudden loudness. ‘Could you lower your voice please?’

‘Yes, right, sorry,’ Brenda said, but her lips split in a bright smile as she helped Y/N sit up. ‘I’m just so happy you’re okay.’

‘What happened?’ Y/N asked, all she remembered was being stabbed then falling unconscious. She pulled up her fresh linen shirt to see her wound bandaged. ‘I thought I was done for.’

‘So did all of us,’ Brenda admitted, her tone sombre as she pulled up a seat beside the cot. ‘We got you to the berg as quickly as possible and Vince got you stable, but you just weren’t waking up. It’s been a week.’

‘A week?’ Y/N made to get up but sat back down as her wound pulled in an unpleasant way.

‘Whoa, where do you think you’re going?’ Brenda asked stabilising Y/N back in her bed. ‘You’ve just come out of a coma induced by physical and mental torture. Not to mention you were stabbed.’

‘I’m fine. Trust me, I’m trained… somewhat,’ Y/N said, this time able to swing her legs over the side of her cot. Brenda didn’t try and stop her, but she did have to help Y/N when she stood. ‘Now, where is Newt?’ Brenda didn’t answer right away, and tears threatened to pool in Y/N’s eyes at what her silence could mean. ‘Brenda… Is he… Is he alive?’

Brenda, again, didn’t answer, and her face didn’t give anything away either. Instead, she just held back the flap of the tent and motioned for Y/N to exit. Y/N took cautious steps forward as she followed Brenda into a completely new place that had her staring in awe.

It was a bustling camp where sleeping quarters and other spaces were mapped out by canvas strung up on carved wood pillars and posts. Y/N spied a kitchen area where she swore she heard Frypan laughing with some others.

There was a gathering area where a giant stone stood in front of the seats. There were names carved into it, like what they used to do in the Glade. Y/N tried to make out if a certain blonde’s name was on it. She caught familiar names like Alby and Chuck, Clint and Jeff.

‘Y/N?’

She swung around to find Brenda smiling as she was joined by Thomas, Minho, and Jorge. The three of them ran at her, arms wide open to capture her in a hug.

‘You crazy shank, Minho said, laughter on his lips. ‘Look who finally decided to join the living again.’

‘And here I thought I was the lazy slinthead for sleeping for so long,’ Thomas said jokingly, pulling Y/N in for another hug. ’I’m so relieved.’

‘Welcome back, hermana,’ Jorge said, a warm smile gracing his lips as he gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder.

‘Good to be back,’ Y/N replied, smiling at the three males. ‘What happened after I thought I’d died?’

Thomas went to reply, but Minho cut in. ‘We’ll explain later. Right now, I think you should go say hi to someone else.’

Confused, Y/N followed Minho’s gaze to Brenda, who stood atop a hill and was staring over the other side of it. Y/N quickly reached Brenda’s position and followed her gaze to a large garden that people were working on. But her breath caught at the sight of a familiar blond at the edge of the gardens talking and pointing in all directions to people.

‘Hey, Newt!’ Brenda called out, causing the blond to turn around and look up. At first, he saw Brenda, but his gaze soon fell on Y/N and his whole face changed into disbelief.

With the other gardeners forgotten, he started climbing up the hill, and Y/N couldn’t wait another moment so she started walking down the hill.

They met in the middle, with Y/N standing at Newt’s height on the uphill. Neither said anything to begin with, both in disbelief and awe at who stood in front of them. Y/N looked over Newt, noting he still looked pale and somewhat sickly. But the dark veins were gone, as was the black blood and his black eyes. And the sun shone so brightly that his hair looked golden. It was as if he was never infected to begin with.

With a shaky hand, she reached out to rest her hand over his beating heart. ‘You’re alive,’ she whispered, too scared to voice it too loudly in case this was also another nightmare.

But he proved her doubts wrong as he rested his own hand on top of hers. ‘I am,’ he said, and the usual warmth of his voice truly convinced her he was real.

His face pinched suddenly with concern and guilt. ‘I’m so sorry, Y/N,’ he said, his hand tightening slightly over hers. ‘I hurt you. I almost…’

‘It’s okay,’ she interrupted, using her free hand to cradle is cheek and keep his eyes on her. ‘You didn’t. I am here, too. Looks like we both saved each other.’

To her relief Newt smiled. It was a genuine, happy smile, something she hadn’t seen on him in a long time. He nuzzled into her hand briefly, before bringing it down with his free hand so he held her hands between them.

‘Before I passed out,’ he started, ‘I remember you saying something.’

‘Oh.’ A blush heated upon her cheeks, but she refused to look away from him. ‘Right. I did say something.’

She was trying to play it cool, but as soon as his deep brown eyes fixed on her, she knew he could see right through her. But he didn’t smile smugly, he didn’t tease. He actually looked scared as his jaw clenched, fighting to find the next words to speak.

‘You said you love me,’ he finally said, words tight but hopeful. ‘Is that true?’

Y/N’s mouth dried up suddenly, constricted by all the things she wished to say but couldn’t say all at once. It’s not like she was scared, she just never thought she would live long enough to have a future, let alone one with love. One with Newt.

But she had – she had survived WCKD’s cruelty, she had survived the terrors of the old world, she had survived when so many of her friends hadn’t. And it was her duty to live her gift of a life to the fullest.

‘Yes,’ she finally said, and it was like breathing in fresh air after being underground for so long. ‘I love you, Newt. I don’t know when or how it happened, but I do. I love you.’

There was a second of hesitation, but then Newt broke out into a wide smile, and Y/N swore she saw tears brim in his eyes. He suddenly reached one hand up to cradle her neck as he pulled Y/N in for a sweet kiss that simultaneously knocked the air out of her and breathed new life into her. He held her neck and hip, and she pressed her hands against his chest, satisfied to feel his heart thundering beneath her hands. The heart that almost never beat again, the heart that had saved her over and over again.

The kiss was short but was no less breath-taking, and when they pulled apart neither could stop the smiles on their faces.

‘I love you, too,’ Newt said. ‘If that wasn’t already obvious.’

Y/N threw her head back in a hearty laugh. She slung her arms around Newt’s neck, a cheeky grin dancing across her lips. ‘I’m not so sure. Maybe we could try that again to make sure?’

‘Cheeky bugger,’ he murmured as he pressed his lips to hers again. Y/N sighed into the kiss, grasping the baby hairs at the base of his head.

They pulled apart at the sound of their friends whooping and clapping atop the hill. Y/N felt her face erupt with embarrassed heat, to which Newt laughed as she ducked her head into his chest.

‘All right, come on lovebirds!’ Minho called out. ‘Dinner’s almost ready.’

As they walked down out of sight, Y/N went to follow but was stopped by a loose grip on her wrist.

‘What is it?’ she asked as she turned back to Newt.

‘I just…’ Newt turned to the gardens below, then to the water, then to the sunset that bathed the whole camp in beautiful hues of orange, pink and purple. When he finally turned back to Y/N, she thought he couldn’t look any more handsome with that pure sunshine smile and sparkle in his eyes. ‘Thanks.’

‘For what?’ she asked.

‘For teaching me how to be brave,’ he answered.

Y/N gave his hand a squeeze. ‘You were always brave, Newt,’ she said. ‘It’s how I learned how to be brave in the first place.’

Newt squeezed her hand in return, then they walked hand in hand back up the hill and down to dinner to where their friend awaited them.

Where the lives they never imagined they’d get a chance to live awaited them.

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zer0brainc3lls · 3 months ago

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Newtmas headcanons perhaps?

Ik my requests are closed but I got this awhile ago and I just decided screw it and ima answer it (sorry I’m so late) but srsly my requests are closed ☹️ also this post is RIDICULOUSLY LONG. BE WARNED.

- when they were in the scorch newt struggled with all the walking and running because of his leg, Thomas would call for breaks saying he’s tired when really he’s fine and just noticed Newt was having a hard time

- Thomas has leg strength, Newt has arm strength

- they silently communicate ALL the time, glances, body language etc. they don’t need to be vocal to know what the other wants to say and it’s extremely annoying for everyone around them 😭 example:

Jorge: *proposes plan*

Thomas: *looks at newt*

Newt: *looks at Thomas*

Jorge: what are you two doing?!

Thomas: yeah ok we’re in

Jorge: what do you mean we? Newt can speak for himself-

Newt: no I’m in?

Thomas: yeah Jorge he’s in what are you talking about?

Jorge: what are YOU talking about??

- Thomas loves to read, Newt loves to write. Newt rarely writes anything fictional, often only writing about his day but likes writing poetry and Thomas loves reading Newts poetry ☹️

- when Newt got the flare Thomas wrote down any symptoms he knew about it and asked Brenda about it as well, even taking posters that were hung up for his own reference.

- when Newt got the flare he would sometimes try to start arguments over petty things that didn’t matter, not realising his anger wasn’t his own and Thomas would just look at him with a sad smile :( example:

Newt: your a bloody idiot sometimes you know that?! WHY would you-

Thomas: *looks away*

Newt: … sorry, I didn’t mean-

Thomas: I know. it’s okay, it’s not your fault.

- Thomas often looks for pain medication on supply runs for Newts leg, he tells Newt he just found it when really he spent ages searching for it

- sometimes leading the group is a lot for Thomas, he turns to Newt to make decisions sometimes. Newt gives suggestions on what to do and how to say it since he was second in command for so long and saw how alby ran the show.

- Thomas LOVES Newts hair, any chance he gets he’s constantly touching it, burying his face in his hair, if it got kinda long he would plait small bits of it.

- despite Thomas’s leg strength he’s a TERRIBLE swimmer, never learnt how. Newt however? Despite he’s leg he’s surprisingly good, he learnt in the lake at the glade and when they got to the safe haven he INSISTED that Thomas had to learn, for his safety of course. (He really just wanted to see Thomas in board shorts but he never told him that)

- Thomas is an absolute SUCKER for Newts freckles/moles, in the glade Newt wore lots of tank tops and shorts since he was out in the sun all day gardening so he developed large freckles and moles alllll over his body and Thomas CANNOT get enough!!! Thomas kisses them all the time and Newt pretends to be annoyed (but he secretly loves it)

- how they got together was a whole gay mess 😭 example:

Newt: *staring longingly as per usual*

Thomas: *catches him and stares back*

Thomas: uhh-

Newt: *kisses him*

Newt: so uhm.. are we-?

Thomas: YES. YES PLEASE.

- they aren’t super massive on nicknames, but they have a few!!

Newt: Tommy, my love (if they are alone), love

Thomas: babe, honey (if they are alone), hun

- they both love their slight height difference, TO THEM ITS NOT SLIGHT OK!!

- in the scorch (after they got together but they hadn’t told anyone yet) they held hands. All. The. Time. If they were outside in the and Thomas would say “I’m just helping Newt through the sand” and if they were inside Newt would say “Tommy here is just helping me with my bum leg, isn’t that right Tommy?” (Everyone knew but said nothing, they thought they were soooo sneaky)

- before they got together they would insult eachother (never going over the line of course) ALL THE TIME. Like playfully, example:

Newt: your a shuckfaced idiot y’know that Tommy?

Thomas: oh really? Well you’re a hotheaded shank!

Newt: me?! Hotheaded?! Oh please- we both know who’s the hotheaded one!

Thomas: I hate you so so much

Newt: I hate you more!

Brenda: do you two need a minute or..?

- I have said this once but I’ll say it again, Thomas is so atrociously down bad for Newts accent. Like DOWN. BAD. Newt is unaware of this because Thomas has made it his own personal mission to hide it but Minho knows and uses it against him all the time 😭 example:

Minho: THOMAS PLEASE!!

Thomas: NO. I WONT DO IT.

Minho: I’ll tell Newt.

Thomas: … wait no-

Newt *walks over : tell me what?

Thomas: NOTHING BABE!!!

Newt: … ok then… bye love :) *walks off*

Thomas: *red in the face* … fine.

- another thing similar to this, Thomas blushes super easily but Newt has no clue for awhile and thinks he just has naturally rosy cheeks, Minho ofc exposes him example:

Minho: Thomas doesn’t have rosy cheeks

Newt: what? Yes he does? *holds Thomas’s face to show Minho, totally oblivious* see! Right there!

Thomas: *mouthing to Minho* Don’t. You. Dare.

Minho: *LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF* Newt.. take your hands off his face and look again!

Newt: *takes his hands off Thomas face and watches as his face goes back to normal* … *LAUGHS WITH MINHO*

Thomas: SLIM IT BOTH OF YOU

- Newt is obsessed with Thomas’s hands, his hands are almost to big for him and don’t fit his proportions but are scar free and much softer then Newts, Newts hands are the right size but covered in scars and calluses and Newt constantly traces along Thomas’s knuckles, palms, fingers you name it. Soft hands are a rarity in the glade and the scorch. Newt tells him how nice his hands are constantly 😭

- Newt is very confident, and is the more flirty one and is a lot more sarcastic Thomas however is a fucking sap but SOMETIMES he matches Newts flirting and Newt is just stunned to silence

- if Newt got the cure he would’ve gained some of his memory’s back, and Thomas still has some of his memory’s from the changing so they piece together story’s that are incomplete in each others heads :) they write it all down in the unlikely case of them forgetting

- picnic FANATICS. Picnics to them is serious business in the safe haven to them and they do NOT PLAY. They have multiple blankets they bought/made made, baskets, they reserve afternoons/early mornings to have them and secret spots they go to

- Newt hates sleeping in a room alone. Absolutely hates it. Like his whole life he’s always slept near another person: in the bunker as a toddler to young child, the massive shared room while with wicked, everyone sleeping close by in the glade etc. so when they made it to the safe haven and he had the option of privacy he was STUNNED. Thomas let Newt share a hut with him and they have lived together ever since

- When Newt got the flare Thomas never changed how he treated him, everyone else got sorta wary but Thomas never doubted his abilities or judgment. Never.

- when Minho was taken Newt and Thomas clung to each other for support, Newt lost his best friend and Thomas learning how to lead on his own and also losing a friend. They’re bond became unbreakable and they learnt to depend and trust each other

- Newt trusts Thomas but as we all know he jumps into plans or ideas with little to no direction and Newt will sometimes have to make Thomas take a step back and think about what they are doing 😭

- as the months went on Thomas got more and more stressed about finding Minho, feeling that it was his responsibility to find him. Often pulling all nighters or not sleeping for days without even realising, example:

Thomas: *in the map room muttering to himself, deep purple eye bags from not sleeping for almost 2 days*

Newt: *walks in* hey Tommy.. do you know what time it is?

Thomas: uhm.. *doesnt answer and continues to do whatever he’s doing on accident*

Newt: What day is it.

Thomas: uhhh Monday? *turns to face Newt wobbly* why are you up so late? Its 1am?

Newt: Tommy it’s Wednesday, and it’s 4am. Come to bed, now.

Thomas: *stunned for a second before turning away* I’ll be there in a minute babe I just need to-

Newt: Thomas. Now. *pulls him out of the map room and forces him to sleep*

- Thomas is Newts human calculator, any math problem ever Newt will just go “hey tommy what’s ——?” And Thomas will answer without hesitation because he’s just used to it by now, Newt could absolutely do it if he paused and took a second but Thomas doesn’t need to pause or think about it he just answers 😭 it’s effortless for him

- Thomas is the worlds biggest book worm, in the glade they didn’t have many books and in the scorch books were a rare find but in the safe haven they had a bit of selection and he was ECSTATIC. Newt got him a bunch of books one time and a week later he had finished most of them

- Newt is super flexible, Thomas forgets this a lot until Newt can fit himself into tight spaces with ease meanwhile Thomas is in no way flexible and Newt also forgets this so Newt will go into a vent or something with no effort meanwhile Thomas is STRUGGLING

- Thomas and newt get into petty arguments (they aren’t actually fighting) on how to say things/spell things 😭 example:

Newt: it’s COLOUR. C O L O U R.

Thomas: ITS COLOR?!

Newt: says the boy that spells mum as m o m

Thomas: THATS HOW ITS SPELT?!

- if they are ever going up onto high places, Thomas always gives Newt a boost and then Newt will pull Thomas up

- Newt makes fires, Thomas gathers the wood and stuff to start it

- Thomas covers for Newt all the time, often forgetting to cover himself and the only reason why he hasn’t gotten hurt is because Newt does exactly the same thing for Thomas

- don’t get me wrong, they are both extremely strong and capable alone but TOGETHER?! ABSOLUTE UNIT. They know each others fighting styles, weaknesses, preferred weapons and where they keep they’re back ups 😭 they both steal eachother back up knives all the time

- they share most of they’re weapons but Thomas never takes Newts machete, it’s from the glade and very important to him and he keeps it on top shape and doesn’t like other people using it

- they aren’t huge on PDA but they 100% gravitate towards each other subconsciously, walking next to each other and holding hands, sitting next to each other, falling asleep on shoulders/laps etc they are almost always within ear shot of each other to the put of people asking one of them “where Thomas/Newt?” Instead of just trying to find them themselves because there’s a HIGH chance they both know where the other is example:

Jorge: Thomas do you know where-

Thomas: he’s getting food from frypan why?

Newt: *walks back over with two plates of food and passes a plate to Thomas* hey Jorge you need me?

- Newt loves giving words of affirmation, loves receiving physical touch, Thomas loves giving physical touch, loves receiving words of affirmation

- Thomas 100% opens and closes doors for Newt, and holds his hand getting out of cars :3 at first it was a joke and sorta teasing but it became a habit over time

- Newts the type of guy to sit as close as humanly possible to Thomas, if they’re with close friends their legs will literally be squished together and Newt will be holding his hand, god forbid they are alone 😭 legs fully draped across Thomas’s lap, tracing lines across Thomas’s palms while absolutely YAPPING. Thomas is just staring at him with big heart eyes going “uh huh” “yeah”

Anyways I hope you enjoyed my yap session

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justanobsessedfangirl · 4 years ago

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The Sound of Silence - The Maze Runner Newt Imagine

Request from @ausblack: was wondering if you could write a newt x reader where she’s like the new greenie and the only girl. Everyone think she’s mute because she never talked and Newt decides to take care of her since he’s the only one she seems comfortable with. One day another glader attacks her making her scream and for some reason Newt recognizes that it’s her, he gets protective and helps her out. Eventually she speaks her first words to him and they both get together in the end

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Warning: Some mature language

Author’s Note: Sorry I haven’t posted in...a while. If it helps, you can think of me as a turtle. I’m damn slow and it’s pretty frustrating to wait but I’ll get there in the end! I hope I did this idea some justice because I thought it was pretty cool. Thank you for the request, I’m always open! (just remember the turtle analogy.)

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You stood in darkness. There was nothing in the darkness except for a quiet hum that rumbled the floor and the walls and the ceiling. It was power, some type of power that was running through this room and making it rise.

You stood in darkness. And you waited.

You weren’t alone, because your fear was so strong it had formed an icy hand, which wrapped around your throat, so tight it was hard to breathe. It took every ounce of your concentration to inhale, and exhale, and inhale again, and all the while the box hummed and rose, and you stood in darkness.

The hum cut off abruptly, the room halting with it. You strained your ears, and, through the loud beating of your heart, you could hear voices. Four heartbeats passed before the roof opened and the room was flooded with light.

You cringed away, raising a hand to block the brightness. Through squinted eyes, you saw boys encircling the room, level with where the roof would have been. Their voices floated down, gasps and shouts of “It’s a girl!”, and the sounds of shoving, bodies against bodies.

You took a step back, but there were boys above you there too. They were everywhere. One jumped down, making the whole box shake, and then you were turning around and around, looking for a break in the boys, a spot you could run through, someone to help, anything, anything, anything--

“It’s alright, love. We’re not going to hurt you.”

You whipped around to face the boy. He had his hands raised, and his eyebrows were knit together in sympathy. He had a kind face, with soft brown eyes.

Even so, any words you had were caught in your throat, caught by fear’s hand, trapped. Trapped, just like you. Your breaths came faster, your heartbeat quicker. Your hands trembled.

Across from you, the boy took a step back and looked up at the others. “Right, all you bloody slintheads need to back up!” He looked at one of the boys closest to the box. “Alby?”

The boy, Alby, nodded, then shouted, “Everyone, back to work!”

The crowd didn’t move. Your heart stopped. Your blood went cold.

Then, with a chorus of grumblings, the mob slowly dispersed. Boys peeled off this way and that, revealing grassy fields and large mountains in the distance. You peered closer. No, not mountains.

Walls.

“It’s a strange story, love, but we’ll tell you all of it,” the first boy said.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of the walls.

“I’m Newt. D’you remember your name?”

No. You’d realized in the darkness that you couldn’t remember anything. You felt strangely detached, like you were watching some other girl with no memories who was abducted and brought to a strange place. You felt pity for her. You felt sad for her. And you kept drifting along, only half-listening to the boy next to her, the one who said his name was Newt.

Newt stepped closer. You watched the girl watch him, watched his mouth move, watched the girl take light, careful steps to the edge of the box and climb out. You watched her stumble.

It was the feeling of Newt’s hand on your back, steadying you, that brought you back to reality.

“I’ll take you on the tour, love,” he said to you, pulling his hand back. In a soft voice, he added, “Don’t worry. You’re safe here.”

Your lips parted. Words sat on the tip of your tongue. Are you sure and How do you know and Please be right. And, also, lingering in the back, Thank you.

You swallowed and looked away from Newt.

He started walking. He kept a slow pace, both because of his limp and so he could intermittently point out buildings and people. “That’s Frypan, he’s the cook, and there’s the kitchen. Next to that’s the Homestead. You’ll be sleeping there.”

He spoke with such authority that you wanted to ask what his role in this little society was. If there was a cook, there must be a leader, and you hadn’t seen any adults around. But your tongue wouldn’t move, so all you could do was tilt your head to the side and look at Newt.

He scanned your face, then nodded. “I’m Second-in-Command. Alby’s in charge, but he won’t raise a fuss about you sleeping in the Homestead. We…” Newt ran a hand through his dirty blond hair before making eye contact again. “We haven’t…” He sighed. “You’re the only girl here. We don’t really know how the rest of those shanks will react.” Noticing your instinctive recoil, Newt hastened to say, “But you’ll be okay. Most of these lot are good guys. And the ones that aren’t...Well, they know the consequences. We won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

There was that fear again, running its hands along your arms, past your shoulders, to your neck. It squeezed painfully around your throat, so painfully that tears threatened to spring up in your eyes. You gave Newt a quick nod and looked away, into the fields he was leading you toward.

He read you like a book and quickly switched topics. “These are the Gardens. When I don’t have other duties, I like to come out here. It’s good work, but it’s also just a good place to be. It’s peaceful.”

A short, round boy darted out of a row of tomato plants, cackling madly. Lumbering behind him was a tall boy with a shock of curly blond hair, who shouted, “Come back here, Chuck!” The younger boy, Chuck, gave no indication that he’d heard. He disappeared back into the plants, with the tall boy following him.

Newt sighed. “It’s mostly bloody peaceful,” he grumbled.

The smallest of smiles twitched your lips up. You forced them back down, reminding yourself that you were scared, that you couldn’t trust anyone here, and that the way Newt grinned down at you did not make you feel safe.

“We’ll have you start working here tomorrow, all right, love?” Newt asked.

You chewed on your lip, staring over the plants. Your eyes landed on the tomatoes, right where the boisterous duo had gone through. Flutters of anxiety filled your stomach.

“I’ll be with you. There won’t be anything to worry about.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Besides waking up with no memory, that is,” Newt added.

Your lips betrayed you again. Newt grinned, and the butterflies that had been flying inside your chest slowly started to settle down.

Newt led you through the rest of the Glade. You saw the Deadheads and the Blood House, learned about the various jobs and Keepers, and, through it all, you didn’t say a single word. Newt never pushed you. Instead, he watched for facial expressions. He responded to any tap on the arm or flick of your chin. He lingered in the comfortable silences.

As you sat in your room in the Homestead that night, knowing that Newt was asleep in the next room over, you felt your shoulders loosen, just a little. The fear was still there. It still held your throat tightly in its grasp. But you felt a trickle of hope springing in the cracks.

You woke the next morning to a knock on your door. Opening it, you saw Newt.

“Ready to get to work, love?”

You nodded. The smile you gave him was uneasy and weak, nervous and gone in a flash, but it made Newt’s eyes shine with happiness. He smiled the whole way to the Gardens. Under the shining sun, you weeded plants, hoed new rows, and picked vegetables.

Newt stuck by your side. He explained more about the Glade; all you had to do was point to a person or a place and he’d run through it, even if he’d already explained the other day. A few times, you found yourself picking out things you already knew, just so you could keep hearing his voice.

“And then Chuck convinced Minho and Thomas,” Newt said between laughs. Behind him, the sun sat heavy on the horizon, haloing him in gold. “He convinced Minho and Thomas to take the rest of Gally’s clothes and--” Newt broke off, devolving into laughter.

You hadn’t met Minho and Thomas yet -- they’d been busy in the Maze all day yesterday and in the Runner’s Hut all last night -- but you’d heard a lot about them from Newt by now. You’d also heard about “Captain” Gally, and you figured he probably deserved whatever ended up happening to his clothes.

Beneath the cover of Newt’s voice, you felt comfortable letting out a small laugh. It was the first noise you’d made in the Glade.

Slowly, Newt’s laughter stopped. He stared at you, eyes soft, his lips pulled up in a small, pleased smile. He didn’t say anything.

You looked down at the basket in your hands, trying to stop yourself from blushing.

After a second, Newt said, “Before we go to dinner, there’s one last place I want to show you.” He took the basket from you and handed it off to Zart, the Keeper of the Gardens.

The pair of you headed off towards the far wall, away from the buggy Gardens, the dark woods, and the noisy kitchen, where a hungry horde of Gladers clamored to get their dinner.

“It’s not one of the really important places,” Newt said as you walked, “so I didn’t show it to you yesterday.” His hands swung awkwardly at his sides, as though he wanted to reach one out, maybe to guide you, maybe to hold you, but couldn’t decide whether he should or not. You couldn’t decide whether you wanted him to or not.

All you did was nod.

Newt continued, “But I think, maybe, it could be good.”

As you neared the wall, you felt your stomach drop at the sheer size. You craned your head back and back and back, trying to see the top, trying to see if any ivy led all the way up. How could there ever be a way out of those walls?

A warm hand touched your arm.

Your head shot back down, eyes landing on Newt’s. The faintest pink burned on his cheeks, a glow from the sunset, maybe, or... You shook the thought out of your mind as he pointed to the wall.

Carved into the wall in front of you were names. Immediately, your gaze landed on Newt’s. Next to his, Alby’s name was done in blocky letters. Thomas and Minho had made their marks. Chuck’s name was squeezed between the two, as he often was in real life, when he’d inject himself into their days. You recognized enough names to figure out that every Glader had been here once and had left a permanent memento of themselves. Some of those mementos, like the ones with a single sharp line running through them, had already outlasted their creators.

“I thought, I don’t know...I thought maybe seeing other names would help you remember yours.” Newt rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground.

Your heart felt warm in your chest. Yearning took over. You reached a hand out, tracing the closest names, looping through the letters, dotting the i’s, crossing the t’s. You wanted to remember.

Please remember. Remember for Newt. Remember for me.

You pulled your hand away and pointed to Newt’s side, where his knife was strapped. He unsheathed it out without a moment’s hesitation. When he handed it to you, his fingers brushed over yours and you could swear your heart stopped. You had to fight to keep your composure, especially with the feeling of his intense stare as he watched you carve the first letter of your name into the wall.

You felt, rather than saw, Newt step closer to you. Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, his smile almost took the breath out of you. Your hand stilled as you finished the first letter.

Newt repeated it, sounding almost awed. “Keep going, love.”

Forcing your eyes away from him, you continued carving. Each letter of your name was done with precision, right below Newt’s. It felt fitting to do it there, like he was some guardian angel looking over you, keeping you safe. Being around him made you feel...the English language wasn’t sophisticated enough to describe it. You felt warm. And calm. And the kind of happiness that made your cheeks hurt and your jaw ache, even when you weren’t smiling.

When you finished, Newt said your name, his voice reverent. “Y/N.” He repeated it. He glanced down at you. “Am I saying it right, love?”

He’d gotten closer than you’d thought. His breath nearly hit the tips of your eyelashes. If you moved only a few inches you’d be touching him.

You nodded.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nodded again. He was so close you felt dizzy. You would’ve agreed to just about anything he said at that point.

“Are you able to speak?”

Your nod was more hesitant this time, slowed by dread for his next question.

“Why don’t you?”

You wanted to look away but his eyes had a hypnotic hold on you. You shrugged half-heartedly. How could you explain that every time you tried to speak your throat closed up? That your mouth went dry and you forgot every word you knew? That your heart started beating erratically, and your palms began to sweat, and it felt like walls were closing in, and you felt the fear again?

Newt nodded. He took a step back, the tension in the air dissolving. Jutting his chin at the wall, he said your name again. A smile crept onto his face. It was that soft, sweet smile that had gotten you through your first days in the Glade.

It got you through the next week, too. A week spent trying other jobs, where your lack of communication proved rage-inducing for a certain captain and ultimately landed you back in the Gardens.

It was rare that Newt wasn’t by your side. Today, though, he and Alby were caught up in meetings with the other Keepers, trying to figure out how to discipline a Glader who’d been making inappropriate comments and trying to instigate fights.

Newt had told you the basics the other day. You hadn’t wanted him to go into detail. He’d seen that on your face and quickly switched to telling you about the first crops they’d tried to plant, which had been such a disaster that the Creators sent up multiple books on farming the next month. The conversation was much lighter from then on.

Being with Newt was so easy. Most of the others pushed you too hard to talk, which only made your throat dry up and your tongue feel like lead. You wanted to talk with them, sometimes, but...you couldn’t get the words out. You couldn’t think of them when it came time to speak. You had a mental block, barricades set up to keep you from feeling too comfortable here. Part of you needed to feel the fear that came with trying to speak. If you stopped being afraid, you’d start getting complacent.

The sound of the Walls grating to a close struck the same feeling in you, even though you were safe in the Gardens, well away from the terrors of the Maze.

“Y/N.” Zart’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “Good job today. Some of the other shanks left a bunch of tools out, could you bring them to the shed? I have to track down Chuck.” His normally placid expression morphed into a scowl as he shook his head, his blond mop of hair flopping over his forehead.

You nodded. The two of you split off among the rows, Zart’s cursing fading as you approached a scattering of trowels and rakes.

You pursed your lips in disappointment before stooping down and trying to gather everything. You ended up with two rakes and a hoe tucked under your right arm, a few trowels held close to your chest, and a sharp hand pruner held carefully in your left hand.

Boys.

You huffed as you headed for the shed. It was a crudely constructed building that was made in the first few weeks of the Glade’s existence. You’d heard some other boys say that the first Gladers originally slept here, but Newt hadn’t mentioned it so you weren’t sure how true that was. If they had slept there, you didn’t envy them. It was smaller than your room in the Homestead, which was a far cry from large. You supposed it was in a nice enough location, though; it stood on the edge of the Gardens, close enough to the woods to catch some shade, but not so deep that you were alone.

As you neared the shed, you saw that you actually weren’t alone. A figure paced next to it, head bent low, features hard to make out.

You purposely tried to walk louder as you came closer, hoping you wouldn’t scare him. At the sound of a twig crunching under your foot, his head shot up.

You’d definitely seen him before; he had thick, dark eyebrows and a strong jaw. The bruise forming under one of his eyes was new, as was his now crooked nose. You were pretty sure his name was Connor.

“Y/N,” he said, stilling in his tracks. He made no move to help you carry the tools.

You nodded, gave him a tight smile, and headed for the door. One of the rakes almost slipped from under your arm, but you squeezed it tightly and took a few hurried steps.

Connor crossed in front of you. You veered to the side. His arm shot out and grabbed your shoulder, hard enough to jostle it and send the rakes and hoe tumbling to the ground.

“You think you’re better than me or something?” He was speaking quickly, too quickly, you didn’t have a chance to respond or adjust the trowels that were slipping through your grasp or push him away. In one quick movement, he turned and slammed you into the shed wall. Two trowels dropped. You clutched the rest closer, your breaths turning into nervous pants.

“Is that why you don’t talk? You think you’re better than me? Than us?” Conor loomed over you. He glowered at you, his eyes afire with rage. “Answer me.” He slammed you back again. Your head cracked into the wall and you let out a soft whimper.

“So you can talk.” His grip was vice-like on your shoulders. His nails dug into your flesh like he wanted to tear you apart. “So why don’t you talk? Why don’t you fucking talk?” Again, he slammed you into the wall.

Were you crying? Were you talking? Were you making any noise at all?

Were you even breathing?

“You make this place even harder to be in. We don’t need some fucking mysterious mute bitch when we have to solve the Maze. Don’t you get it? You’re a distraction!” Every few words were punctuated with a slam. The air whooshed out of your lungs in a pathetic cry for help.

You’d never tried harder to talk.

But now there was so much fear in you. Not existential fear -- real, in-your-face danger.

One of Connor’s hands released your shoulder. It ached in relief until his fingers wrapped around your throat and he leaned in close to say, “Fine. Don’t talk.” And he squeezed.

Each second was an eon. Your lungs screamed for air. Blackness lingered on the edges of your vision, closing in, closing in, closing in, leaving only a pinprick of light. Your legs went numb, as if they’d just fallen asleep, and the feeling worked its way up your body, down your arms, to your hands, where the last trowel and the hand pruner were about to fall.

Hand pruner.

You had no more air, you had no more energy, and yet your body was moving and you were thrusting the sharp end of the hand pruner into Connor’s gut.

He let you go with a cry, curling over and holding his stomach. Air rushed into your lungs, only to leave a second later as you screamed, “Help!”

Connor groaned and straightened up enough to launch a clumsy fist at you. You twisted to the side. Your foot caught on a gardening tool, sending you sprawling to the ground, clambering away on hands and knees, still gasping for air.

A wet hand grabbed your ankle. You kicked, connecting with something solid, and yelled out, “Someone help!” The hand left your ankle for a second, then you heard something heavy moving in the grass, and the hand clamped down on your calf.

You tried to wriggle away. People were coming from the Gardens, you could see their black silhouettes as the sun set behind them. You heard your name, shouted by your rescuers and growled by Connor. You kicked at him again. His other hand caught your foot, using you to pull his body further onto your legs.

He was heavy. He slammed a fist into your back, knocking you flat.

“Get off of her!” Your rescuers closed in. They wrenched Connor off and surrounded him. Warm hands, soft hands, gentle hands, helped you stand. Connor’s blood rolled down the backs of your legs.

“Are you okay?” Newt asked, his voice frantic. He held you, his touch like feathers on your arms, as he scanned your body up and down, looking for any injuries. “Is that--” he started to ask, staring at your legs. Mid-sentence, Newt turned away, calling for a Med-jack.

“It’s not mine,” you interrupted him. The words were hoarse and quiet but audible, and Newt whipped back around to face you, eyebrows raised in surprise.

His touch slid down your arms, his hands enveloping your own. “I knew that was you yelling,” he said. His eyebrows lowered and his face grew serious. “I knew it was your voice. I knew it was you, love.”

Words hung on the tip of your tongue. Words you’d meant to say your first day in the Glade. Words you’d wanted to say every day since. Words that you could never get out. “Thank you,” you finally said.

Newt smiled, so wide and so bright that your heart started beating like you were sprinting. “I’ll always be here for you, love.”

The distance between the two of you was quickly fading. “I know you will,” you said, and then, again, “Thank you.” A second later, your lips met. And you felt like thanking him all over again.

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jj-5656 · 4 years ago

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The Fight

With; Newt (TMR)

A/N: Kind of a long one guys. Thank you again for all the love. I appreciate every like, reblog, and comment. Enjoy!

Warnings: mention of suicidal thoughts/attempt, anxiety, minor panic attack, Minho being an ass (I promise it’s not all depressing and sappy there is a good amount of angst/fluff ofc)

“Bugger off Newt, I want to be left alone.” The boy trails behind as you stomp over to the forest, figuring collecting fertilizer would be better than having to tolerate the pestering blonde any longer.

“Don’t you want someone to keep you company?”

“Am I still speaking English? Leave me be.” It’s been a long day, and a part of you is still getting used to the harsh, mundane work days of the glade since you’re arrival a few months ago. It’s been a lot of pressure, but surprisingly you’ve managed to hold it together. It’s impressive too, you’ve managed to adapt better to your new life better than any other glader had. Perhaps that was why the boy was so drawn to you.

It’s not like he had wanted to be. In fact, Newt would have been more than happy treating you like any other glader. But it just so happened the one and only girl in the glade just had to be a natural track-hoe, so there was no avoiding her. Not her smooth skin, glistening eyes, or her infectious laugh-

“Hello? Would you quit it, shank? It’s like you want to get me jacked.”

“Maybe I just like seeing you all riled up.” You can feel the smirk playing on his stupidly Cherry-red lips as he teases you, quickening his pace so he can grab the straggling branches of the thick forest out of your way. Your stomach flips at his words, but it’s quickly filled with hot anger as the nervousness fades. He won’t quit flirting, and despite your quit wit you’re finding it harder to snap back at him when he says things like that. He doesn’t even mean it

“You’re infuriating!”

“And you’re gorgeous.” The words slip past his tongue before he can catch him, and your footsteps stutter over a stray twig amongst the brush on the ground. You almost trip, but the glader behind you is quick to catch your forearm. It’s silent, and you’re darting your head around just fast enough to catch the stunned look on his face, informing you he hadn’t meant to voice the compliment aloud. Your eyes narrow, trying your best to ignore the longing temptation within you begging to kiss away the stupid blush in his cheeks.

“You know, instead of searching the forest for fertilizer, I should just pick up all the klunk that comes out of your mouth.” The harsh words come without much thought, but you don’t completely regret saying them. If he was actually interested, he wouldn’t be so keen on making you annoyed every minute of every day.

His eyebrows narrow, but if your snarky comment provoked any thought he doesn’t voice it.

“Shuck, sorry then newbie. I’ll slim it.”

“Listen, I was a newbie four greenies ago! So you can stop calling me that.” You spin on your heel to face him, standing your ground when he stops short in order to not run you over. When you meet eyes, he gives a kind smile, studying your features intently. Almost as if you were in a daze, you do the same. Relishing in the sounds of the nature around you and the warm sun beaming through the tree tops, perfectly illuminating the lightest streaks in the taller boy’s hair. You hadn’t notice before, but there are small puddles of gold in his deep brown eyes, speckled about in his irises and disappearing when he tilts his head to the side in feigned curiosity. He licks his lips before letting his accented voice break the silence.

“What’s up with you?”

“What? Nothing.”

“You’ve got that look about you.”

“What look?”

“That look.”

“I don’t have a look.”

“Well, I’m looking at you right now, and you have a look.”

“What look?!” He grins at your suddenly aggravated persistence, holding back a laugh when you let out a dramatic groan and start to tread deeper into the woods.

Later that night, you’re making conversation with Frypan as you help with the dishes. He’s good company, and most times mundane chores like cleaning up after other gladers seem to fly by when he’s around. You let out a sigh when a familiar hand reaches out to help you take out one of the heavier pots from the drying rack.

“Didn’t know you were a cook, greenie.”

“Maybe I;’m just trying to avoid you.”

“Impossible, you’d miss me too much.”

“What do you want, shank.”

“What, I can’t help out too?”

Just then, you’re pulled away by the forearm with a strong yank. Releasing yourself from Mihno’s grip and rubbing the excess suds off of your hands quickly.

“What the hell?”

“Listen, you want him to quit being a shank towards you right?”

“Of course I do Minho, but-“

“Then flirt with me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Flirt with me, squeeze my arm and laugh like I just said something really funny.”

“You’re already saying something funny. You must be jacked.” You attempt to blow your friend off and walk away, but he pulls you toward him again.

“Just humor me for a minute, yeah? Let’s see how riled up this shank gets.”

“Minho, he’s not going to get mad. He lives to annoy me, he’ll be happy to see you’re joining in on the fun!”

“Y/n, you’re not seriously this dense? The poor shank likes you, he’s just got no idea how to show it. The playful banter you two have, although it’s cute, is starting to get old. So, because I’m an amazing friend and wing-man, I’ll help you shanks out. Now squeeze my arm and laugh.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Don’t believe me?” His challenging smirk is enough for you to give in, determined to prove the raven haired boy wrong. Setting aside your irritated mood, you adjust your hunched stance before giving Minho your most charming smile. Muttering idly and pressing his bicep with a dramatic laugh. He shoots you a glare when you pinch with a little too much passion, but a smirk stays on his face nonetheless. He moves just a bit closer to you, eyes darting across the glade and smile widening.

“See she-bean? He’s practically fuming.” The boy does all he can to contain his laughter, pulling himself together when you offer a subtle glance to the blonde across the glade. He’s leaning against the now empty sink with his arms crossed. Looking too angry to even begin to make his death glare towards Minho any less obvious. Admittedly, you don’t think you’ve seen Newt ever look so flustered. When you lock eyes, his lips remain tightly pressed together. Not long after does he turn back around to continue attending to the dishes. All whilst muttering something under his breath and shaking his head.

“Don’t get so cocky, you’re blushing too you shank.” You swat Mihno’s hand pinching your cheek, genuinely laughing when he nudges you out of the homestead hut.

“I’ll probably be banished by sundown for that.”

“You think he’s really that upset about it? I mean, I know we’re good friends and all but I never expected Newt to see me like that.”

“It’s a good thing I’m one of the only shanks around here with a brain.”

“Y/n, mind if I talk to you for a bit?” Alby approached the pair of you with a soft expression, his gentle nature filling you with a bit of concern. You nod hesitantly, feeling as though every damn glader needed to pull you from one conversation to the next tonight. You follow Alby closely as he leads you back into the homestead, sitting on one of the hammocks and motioning for you to do the same. There’s a contemplative silence before the head glader speaks, only taking him a few moments to gather his thoughts before meeting your eyes.

“I gotta be honest greenie, I’m a bit worried about you.”

“Why me?” Your eyebrows narrow in confusion, and the older boy’s worried tone makes your heart sink.

“Most of the newbies are jacked the first couple weeks. You know, lashing out one minute and crying like a baby the next. But you’ve been quite, collected. That leaves a lot of room for me to be concerned.”

“Alby, you’re upset that I’m not...Upset?”

“I’m upset that you remind me of myself. I was a lot like you, I kept everything in when I first got here. I was reserved, and I kept everything bottled up inside. And I’m no therapist, but that quickly tore me apart. I understand being a girl might...Complicate things, seeing as some of these shanks expect you to be weaker. You don’t have to prove yourself greenie, at least not in that way.” You take a minute to consider his words, chewing on the inside of your cheek in thought. He studies you for a moment, seemingly thinking about his next words with caution. “I don’t mean to jack you up, just think about it.” He finishes carefully, nudging your shoulder with his own before exiting the hut. Giving you a tight lipped smile and curt nod before disappearing from view. Was that supposed to be a pep talk?

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The past weeks had been confusing, terrifying, and downright unbelievable. That was clear, but didn’t you have no other choice than to accept what was going on? You still had millions of questions, and a certain ache in your heart that felt like it was pulling at you. But there wasn’t time to break down, not yet anyway. Is there even a right time? The conversation with Alby seemed to have made you worse off than before. You shuffle for the hundredth time in your hammock, letting out an exasperated sigh at the restless situation.

Despite your efforts, sleep never comes. For the past week, you’ve been exhausted just about everyday. Today had been no different, except when you try to relax, anxiety crawls in the air around you. Suddenly, the warm night air is absolutely suffocating. It’s too much pressure, too much unknown for you to handle it any longer. When your pounding heartbeat begins to drown out the cicadas and other sounds of the glade, you can only think of one thing. Alby was right

Stumbling out of your hammock, you start making your way out of the hut. It doesn’t matter where, you just need to escape. Even when you’re outside, there’s still not enough room. The four walls that once felt like a barrier between you and the horrors of the ominous maze, now feel like a cage. Trapping you inside and shrinking impossibly smaller until they eventually crush you.

Without thinking, you begin to sprint over to the west wall, pounding at the menacing stone and letting out a chocked sob. All at once, every emotion you’d suppressed since your first day in the glade releases from you. It’s nauseating, and you grip your stomach in an attempt to latch onto some sense of stability.

Who put you here? Why was everyone so indifferent to their lives here, and why had you eventually become the same way?

There’s been this ache, some rotting substance in your core that’s been emanating within you since you first woke up in the box. A horrible, indescribable hollowness that is the result of the loss of what must have been your life before the maze. Suddenly, you miss your mom. Or maybe a woman who resembled one. It’s mortifying, to know you must have parents somewhere out there. But you can’t remember them, can only feel the ugliest parts of you that aren’t whole without them. Your vision blurs, and there’s an awful white noise that drowns out any and all sounds of reality surrounding you. Completely immersed in your own thoughts, even the ground beneath you feels as though it’s been meticulously sculpted by whatever monsters put you here. It’s impossible to breath, feeling as though every beat of your heart, every blink of an eye is in the control of the creators. So caught up in your own panic, you don’t sense the boy calling your name behind you.

You attempt to squirm out of his strong grip, his stature never showing how strong he truly is from his long hours in the gardens. It’s no use to keep pulling away when his back hits the stone wall of the glade, using his strong grip to hold your hands against your chest as he slides you both to the floor. Weaker leg giving out from the sheer strength needed to restrain you. Newt’s not sure if he’s helping or making your panicked state even worse, but he’s reassured when you begin to calm. Erratic cries faltering into small whimpers as your head uncontrollably jerks at each sharp intake of air your body forces you to take. You can feel his heart beat rapidly against your back, informing you just how scared he is despite his stoic nature on the outside. You try to release from his grip once again, instincts telling you there’s too much to worry about to calm down. The blonde pulls you closer to him once more, hushing your cries and leaning his chin atop of your head. The world feels authentic again, and you silently think out a plethora of thank you’s to the boy for immersing you back into reality. Doing your best to cease your cries and gain control of your breathing, you grip onto the fabric of his long sleeve sleeping shirt with a terror-induced strength. It’s all too much

“Just breathe y/n, breathe with me.” He mutters softly, chest filling with pride when you mimic his dramatic intakes of air.

The ringing subsides, and the white clouding your vision finally clears when your heart begins to slow. Eventually, Newt releases your arms. And in an instant, you clutch onto his hand in fear the crippling panic will return. Rip you away from everything you’ve come to know in only seconds.

“You’re alright now love, just breathe.” He soothes again, not even flinching at your harsh grip on him. The minute you had left your hammock, something within him beckoned him to follow. You’d been off the past couple of days, and somehow the boy knew you couldn’t be alone. His eyes well with tears, you having reminded him so much of himself his first year in the glade. He wonders what you would have done if he hadn’t caught you in time, and what lengths you would have gone to if the pain never stopped and the maze walls opened. He wills away the thought with a shake of his head, reminding himself that you’re still here, and in dire need of a friend.

“I miss my mom.” You stutter out eventually, soft lips trembling and pulled into a pitiful pout. “I don’t remember her of course, but it’s like I can feel her. I feel everything and nothing at the same time, you know? There’s so much death here, it’s been hard to find something to live for. How am I supposed to do this, how are we supposed to survive this? I mean...This has gotta be some sort of sick joke, nobody could be this shucking cruel right?” You let out a pathetic scoff, still shaking uncontrollably in his arms.

“Listen to me y/n, I’ve been where you are. We all have, and I can promise you there is so much more than that feeling. You have to believe me.” You shake your head, refusing to accept his empty promises. He sighs before continuing, trying to gather his thoughts in preparation to confess what he’s kept secret from almost all other gladers until now. “A couple weeks into my first year here, I couldn’t shake the same feeling you’re describing. That dark, ominous part that sits inside of all of us here. The unknown, the memories begging to re-enter your mind. I hated it, I hated this place, and I hated myself.” You lift your head from his shoulder at that, wanting to study his contemplative expression as he carries on. “Eventually, I couldn’t take it. So I ran out into the maze....And I did what I assume you’ve been thinking about the past couple of days. And I can assure you, nothing you do to yourself with get rid of that pain. That’s why we survive, we persevere, we fight. It might have taken a shattered leg and permanent limp for me to realize, but I know now the only way to beat that feeling is to escape this shucking place. What comes next doesn’t matter, we have to show whatever slintheads put us here that they won’t ever win. Do you understand?” His expression becomes stern, willing each word to bore into your mind as a permanent oath. Stunning brown eyes boring into yours as if they’ll cement each syllable into your mind. You nod, unsure of how to respond.

“You have to promise me.” He mutters softly, eyes welling with tears at your empty expression. “Please love, promise me you’ll fight.” He’s holding your head in his hands now, silently willing the overwhelming demons your facing to escape that beautiful mind.

“P-promise. I promise.” You reassure weakly, overcome with love for the boy under you. Instantly, you encase him in a tight embrace. Heart swelling even more when he plants a soft kiss to your temple.

“Good that.” He breathes gently, pulling you impossibly closer to his heart. Just to hold you for a little while longer. You have to fight, and you’ll do it together.

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magnoliabloomfield · 3 years ago

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Possession 9

Gally sat with Nikola at lunch time, away from the other boys where they wouldn’t be overheard. He learned that her little hideaway wasn’t so hidden, that she would actually just sit at the work table… the one he often used. It was his table; she sat at his table. He tried not to focus on that fact.

After her startling revelation about the dreams they only had time for a few words before they had to get to work.

“Me?” He had exclaimed with palpable surprise and confusion. “Why me?”

“I don’t know!” She held up her hands helplessly, just as confused. “Maybe it’s because you stand out? Or because I spent the most time with you right after I got here, I don’t know. I don’t know anything.”

Her voice shook a little and she threaded her fingers into her hair as she looked into the opening of the maze. She seemed to be on the verge of a freak out, and he couldn’t handle her freaking out, he was barely stable himself.

“It’s ok,” he said, trying to sound soothing. “I believe you. Just… let’s just do our morning work, let this sink in a little, and then we’ll talk about it lunch. Maybe you’ll remember something or one of us will figure something out by then.”

That’s how he found himself alone with her at lunch on the very day he’d promised to put distance between them. He was afraid of getting caught alone with her, being accused of breaking the big rule, but it would be worse if they tried to sneak off. Being in the open would indicate they expected someone to see them together and it wasn’t a big deal. That didn’t make him any more comfortable.

“Sorry I made you uncomfortable,” she said as she slumped on her stool, poking at her food instead of looking at him. “It’s probably super creepy to find out some one is dreaming about you in less than a week.”

He paused because she had a point. “Well, dreams are weird things. You can’t really control them,” he still tried to make her feel better anyway. Her words about him standing out were still ringing in his ears though. After a beat he finally caved and cautiously began, “Can I ask…”

“It was nothing weird, swear to god,” she interjected her assurance into his pause, her eyes locking onto his with a pleading look that he believe her. “The first time, I was running in the maze, I was scared of something I think. I came around the corner and first I felt you grab my shoulders and stop me, and you asked me what was wrong. You said my name and that’s when I woke up. The second time…” her eyes trailed away from him and she got a little slumpy again as she played with her fork. “I didn’t actually see you. I was running in the maze again and fell, and I felt someone help me up. I didn’t get a chance to see who it was before I woke up, but I just kind of knew- or I just assumed because of the last dream,” she shrugged.

He watched her a little absent mindedly for a moment, taking in the fact that once again she was being expressive with him.

“That’s no big deal,” he finally declared. “It makes sense I guess, I was the first one to help you with something, that’s a good explanation, right?”

She nodded, still not looking at him. “Pretty much the only thing that makes sense,” she said before her gaze slowly shifted back to him.

He felt like they were both not saying the same thing. It hung unsaid between them, though.

‘What if we knew each other before?’

After that, the distance invited itself between them. She kept on her tour of jobs and Gally did what he always did, what he did best. Still it nagged at him, the thought of what keeper she would be working under. That’s not how he really thought of it though, he thought ‘what keeper would get her’ and he finally discovered why it troubled him so much.

It was the day before the gathering where they’d settle on her assignment, and Gally had a clear plan in mind. He was confident he had the answer to the problem that only he saw.

“Newt,” he said in greeting as he sat down at his lunch table.

Being friends, Newt wasn’t shocked by his appearance but it was at least curious. “Gally,” he greeted in return, suspicion lilting the word slightly.

Gally was already uncomfortable, knowing Newt was more than willing to tease him about Nikola. But he knew he had to plant this idea in Newt’s head for it to work. It was easier to reason with him one on one than the whole council at once. They had a habit of only listening to him when they needed his specific knowledge or skill set and not much outside of that.

“I get the feeling we’re about to talk about someone in particular,” Newt said with a small grin as he eyed Gally.

“The gathering to assign her job is tomorrow,” Gally jumped right in, trying to just barrel over Newt’s cheekiness and get serious. “And I have some concerns.”

“Concerned she won’t be a builder?” Newt pressed.

“Assigning her to a keeper is a bad idea,” Gally went on like he didn’t say anything. “It could result in jealousy among the other keepers or crews, and the keeper could abuse his position. He could get possessive of her, or someone could just think that he was, and it could cause a lot of trouble with that new rule.”

Newt finally had a serious expression as well. “Yeah, Alby has already thought of all that. I assume you have some kind of solution though?”

Gally swallowed, knowing that what he had to say would probably shock Newt. But he had to sell it. “I think we should make her a keeper.”

Newt’s eyes popped wide open as his head pulled back, he was reeling.

“Hold on, just listen,” Gally tried to reign him back in. “Think about it. What if more girls show up? Do we want the tension of who gets this one, or who has the most girls? If Nikola was a keeper, any future girls could just go with her. And it would give her a voice on the council.”

Newt looked intrigued by that statement. “A voice on the council.”

“Can anyone else speak for her?” Gally pressed. “She has a unique perspective on things and should have a say in matters that affect her life. That’s the only way we can truly uphold the rule.”

Newt was nodding now and Gally knew he’d made his point.

“You’re right,” Newt finally admitted, still surprised by it. “It’s the only way to make sure she doesn’t belong to anyone.”

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Slow burn is going to fire up soon I promise.

future imagine series will include one that takes place after the maze when Gally is with the right arm, and probably a short and different series of one with Gally in an all girl glade unlike my Garden of Heathen story. We get a lot of Gally in his glade, or a girl he was with in the glade finding him alive at the beginning of death cure and I'm interested in expanding our Gallyverse.

#gally #tmr gally #tmr gally imagine #tmr fanfic #tmr gally fanfic #maze runner #maze runner gally #thirsting over gally's thick ankles #will poulter protection squad

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 4 years ago

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Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 2 of 16

(Not my GIF)

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Everything started to spiral out of control when a new Greenie came up in the Box, Thomas.

You didn’t know him, but you felt connected to him somehow. Why? You had no clue. It’s almost driving you crazy that you can’t place why you felt this way, and if you were being honest, it almost scared you.

Thomas felt this way as well. He felt that same type of connection to you. He never spoke of it for the sake of him sounding crazy, well, even more crazy than everyone else already thought him to be.

All it took was a simple glance in each other’s direction to realize you and Thomas felt the same way about each other.

“Y/N!”

Gally’s irritated tone snapped you out of your daze. “Sorry, what?”

Gally rolled his eyes. “That’s the third time you’ve dozed off today. Get it together, will ya? This shack needs to be built and I don’t feel like getting scolded by Alby because you didn’t do your part.”

You tried not to blush as the rest of the Builders looked at you with amusement, probably glad that they’re not getting yelled at for once.

Gally noticed your eyes traveling to the other Builders and huffed. “Get back to work, you shanks!”

You almost could’ve laughed at how fast they went back to work because they were pretty much scared of the boy.

“What’s up with you today, huh?” Gally asked, surprising you with his slightly softer tone.

You sighed, biting your lip in thought. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just one of those days.” You lied, partly. You truly didn’t know why you felt the way that you did, but had a feeling it was because of the new Greenie. But you didn’t need Gally to know that, especially after he’s expressed so many times about how he didn’t like Thomas.

Yeah...he didn’t need to know.

Gally raised his brow, clearly not buying her reasoning, but he decided not to push it. “Well, just, get back to work, okay?”

“For sure, Captain.” You fake saluted, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Gally rolled his eyes as he shook his head, struggling to hide a smile. “Shut up. Just get building.”

You sighed as you sat down in your hammock in the Homestead, relieved to have finished that new shack for the Slicers by sundown. After that talk with Gally, you made sure to focus extra hard and you managed to do more work than you thought you were capable of.

Your muscles ached badly. You needed a shower asap.

You tried not to scream when you bumped into a Glader, realizing it was just Thomas. “Oh, hey, Greenie.” You chuckled breathlessly.

Thomas’ face visibly from relaxed to one of irritation. “I have a name, you know.”

“Right. Right. Sorry. Guess I’m just happy that I’m not the one being called that anymore.” You chuckled, clearing your throat seconds after. “I was just heading to the showers so...”

Thomas blinked rapidly, quickly moving out of your way with a slight blush dusting his face. “Uh, Y/N?” He voiced, causing you to look back up to him with a smile. You noticed Thomas’ face contorting in thought. “Uh, sorry. Never mind.”

Before you could say anything, Thomas walked off in a hurry, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. But the aching muscles in your arms and legs begging for the coldness of the shower water caused you to shrug it off quicker than you normally would.

You tossed and turned that night, which was unusual as you normally were able to fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

You felt like you woke up as soon as you fell asleep, the opening of the maze doors woke you from a less than pleasant dream. Yet again, the dream you had left your memory as soon as it appeared. The one thing attaching itself to you from the dream was a face. Thomas’ face.

You groaned as the rest of the Gladers started to get up for the day, knowing that you must’ve gotten an hour of sleep, if even that. You just accepted that it was probably going to be a shit day.

The Builders didn’t have much to do surprisingly, only needing to touch up a few things. But you absolutely didn’t mind the shorter work day, having the night that you had made it difficult to focus on anything. Even Gally’s pretty face.

Still, you didn’t want to be a useless shank. So, against your better judgement, you decided to help out Newt, Zart, and Thomas in the gardens.

You were tired as hell, but you wanted to talk to Thomas eventually, and befriending him felt like the best way to go about doing so. Plus, Newt was an absolute delight to be around.

“Eyo, Y/N.” Newt smiled, “Gally finally given ya a break?”

You laughed softly. “Nah, just a smaller work load today.”

Newt nodded. “Because you work so hard, no doubt. Things are gettin’ built a lot faster ever since you came up, love.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed a little basket to help pick off some ripe fruit. “I’m just good at following orders, if that’s something to be proud of.”

Newt chuckled. “You give about as many orders as Gally does nowadays. If anything, you seem to be partners.”

You knew Newt probably didn’t realize his phrasing, but it still made you blush nonetheless. “Gally’s an asshole.” Thomas muttered out.

You tried not to laugh loudly. “He has his moments, for sure.”

“Gally’s an alright bloke, he just has issues with change. He’ll warm up to ya eventually. He even avoided Y/N the first week and a half she got here. It’s just how he is.” Newt said.

“You seem close with him now.” Thomas said, looking at you.

You shrugged. “Uh, I’d say we’re friendly. Well, I guess my definition of friendly anyway.”

“Do us a favor, get us some more fertilizer.” Newt asked Thomas.

“Uh, sure. Where is it again?”

“Show him, will ya, Y/N?” Newt asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded. “Let’s go, Greenie.”

“You really think Gally’ alright?” Thomas asked once you both got a few meters into the woods.

“Yeah, I think so. Like Newt said, he’s just scared of change. I think it’s understandable when you live in a box that you can never leave, unless you wanna get horrifically murdered by Grievers.”

“When you put it like that, then yeah. I guess change would be pretty scary.” Thomas paused, “I just, I don’t understand how you guys have been here for three years without making any progress.”

“You’re acting like it’s easy, Thomas. I’m no Runner, but I can tell how hard it is to run a changing maze every single day, having to map it, fearing for your life in the process.”

Thomas stayed silent after that, only speaking up when you both passed the Deadheads. “Who was George?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I wasn’t around when he died. He was the first one to get stung by a Griever from what Newt told me...he wasn’t too eager to talk about him anymore after that.”

“Y/N?” Thomas started, “I don’t really know how else to put this without sounding crazy but...I feel like I know you from somewhere. I know how it sound but-”

The look on you face stopped Thomas from speaking any further. You couldn’t even describe how you were feeling. Almost like relief, but fear, all meshed together in some sort of weird understanding. “You feel that way too?”

A sudden snap of a twig caused the moment between you and Thomas to end abruptly, you both twisting around to see another Glader. “Ben?” Thomas asked.

You eyed the Glader up and down, noticing how frightening he looked. Black and purple veins protruding out all over his body. His eyes red, almost bloodshot. His heavy threatening gaze on you and Thomas.

He had been stung.

You never saw how anyone looked after being stung, not really. You imagined horrible things, things more horrible than how Ben looked now. But seeing him like that disturbed you to no end.

“Ben...” You said slowly. “Are you okay?”

Ben grunted in response, looking in between you and Thomas like he couldn’t decide who to look at. “You did this.” He whispered harshly.

You brows furrowed in confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

“You did this.” Ben raised his voice. “I saw you. Both of you! This is your fault!”

You gasped when Ben suddenly charged at you and Thomas. All the breath being knocked out of your lungs when he body slammed you into the ground.

You and Ben struggled on the floor, him quickly gaining the upper hand and placing his hands firmly on you throat. “Get off her, man!” Thomas yelled, tackling Ben off of your smaller body.

You coughed violently, gasping for oxygen as the pressure on your windpipe finally disappeared as Thomas saved you from being choked to death.

You looked around to see Thomas hit the infected Glader with an animal skull just in time, him quickly pushing a now disoriented Ben off of him and soon helping you to your feet. “Go, go!” Thomas yelled in your ear.

You didn’t have to be told twice.

You and Thomas took off in a sprint, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you feared of being caught by the fellow Glade member. The confusion taking a hold of your mind as you ran, still having no idea why Ben seemed so hateful towards you and Thomas.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to think about it anymore. Ben ultimately catching up to you both due to his Runner status and tackling you and Thomas down a hill.

You groaned in pain, feeling your body topple over and landing on your arm painfully.

Thomas, yet again, helped you get to your feet, making sure you didn’t get left behind. You yelped in pain as he grabbed your now aching arm, pulling you along as he yelled for help as loud as he could.

You almost felt relieved when you saw the Gladers running to your aid, but it was short lived.

Ben grabbed your bad arm and pulled you back, making you fall on your back, but he still went after Thomas first. “Hey!” Newt’s voice filled the air, then a sickening thump, Ben immediately falling to the ground.

Newt quickly ordered the Gladers to hold down the struggling boy, Thomas quickly rushing over to you. “Oh shit, are you okay?”

You nodded, sitting up with a painful groan. You looked down at your arm to see it bruised and bloody, short jagged cuts deep in her skin.

Ben screamed bloody murder over and over again, so loud and animalistic that it even your throat hurt, even though it already hurt from being choked before.

After being taken to the other Med-jacks, it didn’t take for Gally to barge into the room, an almost angry look on his face. “How’s Ben?” You asked.

Gally could’ve scoffed at the question. Obviously Ben wasn’t okay, but you asking about him first was the reason he could’ve thrown a fit. He had seen you at the scene, wanting so badly to go to your aid first, but he needed to help the Gladers get Ben to the Pit. “Seriously? How are you? You were hurt.”

“She’s fine.” Jeff answered for you. “A sprain, and some marks from Ben’s nails.”

Gally would’ve sighed in relief, if Thomas wasn’t there too. “Why were you even with that shank anyway?” He asked, acting like Thomas wasn’t even there.

“What? Just because you don’t like him, that means I can’t hang out with him?” You sassed.

Gally glared at you and Thomas. “Ben’s gonna get banished at sundown. Do me a favor and stay away until it’s over.”

You rolled your eyes as Gally exited the room, trying not to cry at the thought of a Glader getting sent to their death. “What, banished?” Thomas asked you.

You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh. “You know there’s cure for getting stung...it would be too dangerous to keep him here.”

Thomas quickly left the room, probably leaving to see what was going to happen to poor Ben.

At first, when Gally told you to keep away from the banishment, it just made you want to go just to spite him. But you had seen a banishment before, and it was horrible. It still haunted your dreams sometimes. You really didn’t feel like reliving that again, so you listened.

That, of course, didn’t stop you from finding Gally after the fact.

“Hey...” You said softly, running up to Gally to walk with him to the wall of names.

Gally didn’t say anything, he just kept his gaze ahead of him. You knew he was hurting. Ben was his friend after all. You looked down at his hand that wasn’t carrying a torch, and your hand twitched forward, gently grabbing his large hand.

You could sense that Gally tensed at first, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed you hand, letting you know it was okay.

“Hold this please.” Gally said, barely a whisper, handing over his torch to you.

You held the torch up as Gally reached up, placing his chisel at Ben’s name to cross his name out.

Another day, another death.

“I’m sorry, Gally.” You whispered, placing a gentle hand on his board shoulder.

Gally simply nodded, giving you a weak smile as he walked away, leaving you at the wall with only the torch as your light in the growing darkness.

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#the maze runner #gally x reader #tmr gally #gally #sweet pandemonium series

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the-bee-graveyard · 4 years ago

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You’ll Thank Me Later- A Newtmas fanfiction

So this is the first fan fiction I’ve ever put on here (or anywhere) so I hope it’s not terrible. Sorry about any spelling/grammar errors, I proof read but I’m not attentive enough for it to be effective. I’ll probably delete this later but whatever.

Summary: Thomas ends up coaching his brother Chuck’s soccer team and developed a crush on a fellow coach. Minho causes a little bit a chaos and plays cupid, but nothing too bad. A little bit of Brendresa because what was I meant to do. Everyone ships Newtmas because I say so. Child!Gally but you’ll see what I mean later.

Thomas didn’t know how he got talked into this, spending his Saturday’s and Wednesday afternoons coaching his younger brother Chuck’s football team.

His twin sister Teresa had coached it for three years, but she’d taken a job offer out-of-state and she and her girlfriend Brenda had moved away about a month ago, leaving his mother to pressure him into coaching instead.

That’s how he ended up standing on a sideline on some football field handing out red shirts with “Team A” printed on the back to thirteen year olds on his day off, his best friend Minho (who agreed to be his assistant coach) starting to assign kids to position.

“Have you seen my goalie gloves?” Thomas heard Chuck holler as he handed a shirt to some kid named Winston.

Thomas stole a glance at the other team to see what they were up against (just because he didn’t want to do it didn’t mean he wasn’t invested, it was just part of his competitive nature). The other team (their shirts read “Team B”) seemed to be made up of mostly girls, and one skinny boy who seemed more invested in picking at the grass than warming up with the rest of the team.

The coach was in short the most beautiful person Thomas had ever seen.

He was lanky, with warm brown eyes and fluffy looking blonde hair. He couldn’t be older than Thomas with his young face.

“That’s Newt,” Chuck said, suddenly standing next to Thomas. He swore that kid could teleport sometimes. “His sister Sonya’s the best on their team, he’s been coaching for longer than Teresa did. He picks Sonya up from school.”

“I don’t need his whole life story Chuck, I just need to know how good his team is,” Thomas rolled his eyes.

“Good,” Chuck replied. “They won the championship last year. Sonya and Harriet are their usual forwards, and things rarely get past them, and Aris and Rachel their defense are really good even if they don’t look like much.”

“How good’s our defense?” Chuck pointed to two kids Thomas was pretty sure were named Jeff and Clint who were trying and failing to pass the ball to each other. “Okay, we can work with that.”

“Teresa made it work,” Chuck corrected. Thomas glared at his little brother.

“Are you doubting my ability to coach a team?”

“Absolutely.” Chuck paused, looking past Thomas. “He’s coming this way?”

“Who?”

“Newt.”

“Hey Chuck,” A voice said from behind Thomas. Whoever spoke spoke with a thick British accent. “Where’s Teresa?”

“She moved with her girlfriend,” Chuck said. “This is Thomas, he’s our new coach.”

“Hey there Tommy,” Newt said. “I’m Newt, I coach Team B.” They shook hands, Newt had soft hands. “Good luck out there.” Thomas stared as Newt ran off and started talking to a dark haired girl that looked like him.

“Do you enjoy coaching a lot better now?” Chuck asked with a smirk.

“Go get in net,” Thomas rolled his eyes and went back over to Minho.

They got completely destroyed. Thomas had no idea a bunch of thirteen year old girls (and one boy) could be so vicious. Aside from learning thirteen year old girls were the meanest people in the world, he learned that his own team would need a lot of work if they wanted to get even close to the championship.

“He's kind of hot though,” Minho said as they packed up the equipment. Most of the other kids had left with their parents, only Chuck and his friend Gally remained, who Thomas promised to drive home. Thomas could see Newt out of the corner of his eye, talking to Sonya (who Newt called Lizzy) and Harriet, the two best players on Newt’s team by far. Poor Chuck never stood a chance in goal.

“Who?” Thomas asked his friend.

“Newt, and don’t be lying to me shank I see you noticing too,” Minho said, slinging a backpack over his shoulders and smirking evilly. Thomas hit his friend in the shoulder lightly and picked up a bag.

“We’ll get them next time,” Thomas said. he suddenly remembered he promised he’d call Teresa after the game and pulled out his phone and called his sister.

“Hey Tom, how’d the game go?” Teresa’s cheery voice said.

“Absolutely horrible,” Thomas said. “It was twelve to nothing.” Teresa started laughing.

“So you played Team B I see,” Teresa said. “They’re the only real competition, we’ve never been able to beat them even with me as coach. I’ll tell you what Tom, you get them to the championship game and Brenda and I will drive back for a week and help you against them. Deal?”

“Deal,” Thomas replied.

-Time Gap-

They’d just won the semifinals and Thomas agreed to take the whole team out for ice cream. They were at a place Thomas’s friend Frypan owned, and he agreed to give them a discount since they were a team and Thomas and Minho clearly didn't have the money to pay for every kid.

“Have room for three more?” A familiar accented voice asked. Thomas looked up to see Newt standing there with Sonya and Harriet next to them.

“Of course,” Minho said. “Take a seat, any seat.” Sonya whispered something to Newt before she and Harriet went off to sit with the other kids, Newt sitting down at the table with them, right next to Thomas. Thomas could see now that even though Newt was slender his arms were actually quite muscular. “So I assume we’ll be playing you in the championship came next week?” Minho’s voice broke through his train of thoughts.

“You will,” Newt confirmed. Thomas couldn’t take his eyes off of Newt’s eyes, the way his eyelashes seemed to move in slow-motion every time he blinked. He didn’t come out of his haze until Minho elbowed him in the arm, making him knock his ice cream onto Newt’s shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Thomas said.

“No big deal Tommy, just ice cream,” Newt said. “I don’t fancy walking around in ice cream though. I’ll go grab some napkins.”

“Thomas’s got an extra shirt in his car, don't you Tom?” Minho smirked, and Thomas finally figured out why Minho really elbowed him. It was all part of an elaborate plan. “Why don’t you two go grab that and I’ll watch the kids.” Thomas would’ve flipped him off if there weren’t kids around, instead he got up and walked out to his car, Newt following him.

“Might bit a bit large on you, but it should do,” Thomas said, handing Newt a gray shirt he pulled out of his trunk. He always kept a spare shirt in his car, just for incidents like this one.

“Thanks Tommy,” Newt said, pulling off his shirt covered in ice cream and putting on Thomas’s gray one. Thomas looked away, trying to hide the blush on his face. “I’m going to go put my shirt in my car, no need to wait up.” Thomas nodded and headed back towards the ice cream place.

“I hate you,” Thomas said, sliding down next to Minho, who still had that stupid smug look on his face.

“You’ll be thanking me for that one day,” Minho replied.

-Time gap-

Thomas forgot Teresa promised to come help out with the game until her white car pulled up next to his in the parking lot next to the football field as he got the equipment out of his trunk. She got out of the car along with Brenda and threw her arms around her brother, almost making him drop the equipment.

“Hey Tess,” Thomas said, smiling at his sister. “Hey Brenda. Nice haircut.”

“Thanks,” Brenda said.

“Enough chit chat, we’ve got a game to win,” Teresa said, officially in coach mode.

“Please tell me she didn’t bring the whistle,” Chuck groaned as he got out of the car. Teresa pulled the infamous whistle out of her pocket and blew it right in her little brother’s face.

-Slight Time Gap-

“Alright guys, let’s get it together!” Thomas called to the team. “Chuck, Teresa suggested you and Winston starting as forwards, Gally, you get in goal. Zart, Nick, and Alby, you guys play midfield. Jeff, Clint, you take defense. Got it?” Everyone nodded and ran off to their positions.

“Aye Tommy, I see you called in reinforcements!” Newt called, gesturing to Teresa and Brenda.

“I can’t tell if he’s flirting with you or insulting you,” Minho commented.

“I smell a ship, how come no one told me?” Brenda asked.

“OTP,” Teresa grinned. Thomas glared at them before turning his attention to Newt’s lineup. He’d put Sonya and Harriet in defense and had Rachel and Aris as forwards. A girl Chuck said was named Beth was in goal, and those were the only people Thomas recognized. He thought the odds were pretty good, but they’d have to watch out for Harriet and Sonya.

“Who’s starting with the ball?” He asked Minho as the referee walked onto the field with the ball.

“They are,” Minho replied. “I’d say Chuck and Winston can get the ball from them fairly quickly, it’s getting through their defense that’s the problem.”

“Play towards the middle,” Teresa blurted out. “Sonya and Harriet always seem to go towards either side. If you play towards the middle there’s a better chance of avoiding them.”

“Chuck! Winston! C’mere a second!” Thomas called. Chuck and Winston ran over to them. “When trying to get around their defense head towards the middle, it should buy you a second. Good that?” Chuck and Winston ran back onto the field and the game started about a minute later.

It was on.

-Slight time gap-

Double overtime. They’d dragged the game out to double overtime. Thomas called a time out before the overtime started.

“Alright guys, we’ve got a strategy,” Thomas said. “Since it’s next point wins, we’ve just got to keep everyone busy enough for us to score. Jeff, Alby, you keep Sonya and at least one midfielder cornered at all times.” Newt had moved Sonya and Harriet back to forward at halftime, and Rachel and Aris were back in defense. “Clint, Zart, you take Harriet. Nick, support Chuck and Winston. The three of you should be able to get around midfield together, it’s Sonya and Harriet you’ve got to worry about. Shoot from the sides on Aris and Rachel, they congregate in the middle. High shots, Beth gets the low ones. Remember I’m proud of you no matter what happens out there.”

The team ran back onto the field, starting with the ball. Chuck passed back to Nick and began to run up the field to get passed to. Harriet ran to get the ball but Zart got in front of her before she could. Nick passed to Chuck and he zigzagged through their midfield before passing to Winston. Winston got around Aris, and just as Rachel got up to him he passed back to Chuck, who kicked the ball into the goal.

The ref blew the whistle and Thomas hugged Minho he was so happy. He saw out of the corner of his eye Teresa kiss Brenda. He watched as the whole team ran and congratulated Chuck.

They all lined up to congratulate the other team, Thomas in the way back behind Teresa, Brenda, and Minho. As he high fived the kids on the other team Thomas realized how much he enjoyed coaching the team. Before a few months ago he thought Teresa was crazy for wanting to spend her time coaching a middle school football team, but he was starting to pick up on the fact that his sister was right on a lot of things, whether he liked it or not.

“Good game Tommy.” Newt said as they shared a high five. What Thomas did next he probably wouldn’t have done under any other circumstances, it was the pure joy from winning the game speaking.

“Would you like to go get ice cream with me?” Thomas asked.

“Like, with both the teams?” Newt asked.

“No, just us.”

“So, like a date?” Thomas could feel the blush creeping up his face.

“Yes, exactly like that.”

“Bloody finally.” Newt rolled his eyes and Thomas felt puzzled.

“What?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask for weeks, you twat, it’s been driving me mad. I didn’t even think you were interested, but Minho said ‘wait’ anytime I voiced my concerned.”

“Minho?!” Thomas glanced over at his friend, who appeared to be talking to Teresa and Brenda.

“Yeah, he came up to me about a month back and told me he’d help me get you to ask me out if I wanted to.” If looks could kill Minho would be dead from the one Thomas served him. “So, um, ice cream?”

“I’ll come find you in the parking lot after we take pictures with the trophy, okay?” Newt nodded and blew Thomas a sarcastic kiss as he ran over to Minho, who’d apparently witnessed the whole thing and was grinning like crazy.

“Told you you’d thank me later,” Minho said.

“About that, we’ve got to talk about your lack of ability to mind your own business.”

#newtmas #Thomas tmr #newt tmr #The Maze Runner #Brendresa #Matmaker!Minho #modern au #it's a little chaotic but oh well #Minho tmr

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 5 years ago

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Who’s in Charge Pt2 || Maze Runner X Reader

Summary: Y/N does her best to make Teresa feel welcome in a glade full of boys, but one particular greenie ruins her plans and makes her question her insanity.

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s note: This is somewhat a continuation off of Who’s in charge and If i continue this mini series, I really want to explore the idea of being a girl in a leadership role. Not only that but the somewhat glamorization of how awesome it would be to be the only girl in a glade cause unless they all look like Minho, that would be TERRIFYING. I love attention but goddamn Y/N in any fanfic fandom is an attention WHORE!

Warning: LOTS OF CUSSING, incel type shit ew, blood and wounds

Part one || Part two

A lot has changed in the glade in the past couple of months and as the first in command, it didn’t make your job any easier. After the greenie that disrespected you, the glade got two more people, a boy named Thomas and to your surprise, another girl. Her name was Teresa and although the two of you weren’t close, it was nice to have someone you felt like you could automatically trust.

The greenie you didn’t like very much was named Theodore and while everyone else called him Teddy, you always just called him greenie because he still acted like an immature shank. You haven’t had any interactions with him since but word from the other guys was that he would not stop gawking at Teresa.

“ Has anyone seen Teddy? Fry said he hasn’t been back since lunch,” Newt asked as you continued to write down the medical inventory to help out Jeff.

“ Yeah I saw him go down to the huts about 10 minutes ago. He looked like he was in a hurry,” Jeff said as he pointed over towards the window with his pencil.

This wasn’t the first time Teddy had flaked on his duties but after your altercation with him, Newt was usually the one to reprimand him.

You rolled your eyes as you looked down at your clipboard,” I’ll go find him. I have to stop by Teresa’s room anyway since she’s gonna help me rebuild the fence with John and Gavin.”

Newt leaned against the doorway and picked up a small bandage to wrap his finger with,” How’s she liking the glade so far?”

“ I mean, as much as she can like it. I think she’s after Thomas yeah?” You said, raising your eyebrows at him, as you walked out the door with Newt following close behind,” I swear those lovebirds are hiding something. Something tells me that it isn’t all just love at first sight.”

“ Well you’re never wrong so I’ll keep an eye out,” Newt laughed softly as the two of you parted ways.

You continued to walk across the Glade at a normal pace, not so much enjoying the glade itself but the quietness of today. You knew Minho and Thomas were gonna be back any minute and those two were always responsible for the rambunctious crowd of boys every night so you savored the trip.

Given that Teresa was a bit nervous with all of the boys around, you gave up your hut so that way she would have some privacy. Although Teresa seemed to be really familiar with Thomas, you knew that sleeping outside surrounded by boys wasn’t the safest feeling. You did miss how your hut was tucked a bit away from everyone else and that the big tree near your window gave you cool shade during the harsh sun. But it was just for the time being, whenever that was.

You knocked on the door and heard Teresa’s voice on the other side,” One second! I’m changing!”

You gave a quick response and waited outside her door, tapping your fingers against your clipboard in an unknown beat. Once you stopped tapping, you heard something rustle in the leaves on the other side of the hut that was covered by a small part of the forest. You scrunched your eyebrows together as you walked over, thinking that maybe it was just another rabbit.

When you turned the corner, you saw Teddy watching through the corner of Teresa’s window. You looked through the window to find Teresa already stripping off her top which made Teddy hold his breath.

Without thinking, you stomped over and grabbed the back of Teddy’s shirt before dragging him away from the window. I knew I should’ve listened to Alby to make those stupid ugly curtains. Teddy let out a loud yelp as you dragged him farther away and closer to the center of the glade where some of the boys were building another shelter.

“ You stupid fucking pervert!” You shouted as you practically launched him onto the dirt,” you’re disgusting! After everything, this place has done for you and you think you can spy on women like some kind of ...stalker!”

You were well past mad, you had never felt anything like this before. Your whole body felt like it was building up with pure steam, almost ready to explode like hot dynamite. You were nothing short but disgusted, out of your whole time living in the glade, none of the boys had ever done something so terrible.

“ R-Relax! I wasn’t even doing anything wrong-”

You didn’t know what came over you, maybe it was because you hadn’t slept all day or because you hadn’t gotten mad in so long so you were practically itching to get into a fight. You felt your legs pump more blood than ever and in an instant, you pounced on him and started slamming your fists into his face without mercy.

You felt like a well-oiled machine, every time you smashed your fist against his body, you felt your other arm recoil and do the same thing over and over again. You couldn’t even pay attention to anything that was happening around you, all you could do was throw punches. With every punch, you still managed to yell through your gritted teeth,” Ungrateful! Little! Pig!”

Even with his limp, Newt was the fastest to make it over to where you were and tried to rip you away from Teddy, yelling at you to stop. Gally, who was nearby building the shelter, practically picked you up off of Teddy but you still struggled against him.

“ Y/N! You need to calm down-”

“ I am tired of people telling me that to calm down! I am calm!” You shouted as you breathed heavy against Gally, who was using all of his strength to hold you back,” he’s a disgusting pig!”

“ What the hell is going on?” you craned your neck to see Thomas and Minho jogging over to where everyone seemed to circle. You laughed out loud, knowing that once Minho found out what Teddy had done, he would be toast.

Gally let you go and dropped you to the floor not so gently,” There’s been a slight problem. Y/N and Teddy-”

“ Slight problem?” You exclaimed as Minho came to your side, helping you up all while looking at your bloody and bruised knuckles,” Teddy was watching Teresa through her window while she was changing. That isn’t a slight problem Gally! How would you like it if he peeked through your window!”

While some boys laughed at your comment, Minho and Thomas’s head snapped towards Teddy, who was still lying on the ground but sat up on his elbows. His nose was bleeding and by the looks of it, you were sure you gave him two black eyes.

“ She’s lying! She just started attacking me out of nowhere cause she’s fucking crazy!” Teddy spat out blood as you tried to lunge at him again but Thomas pulled you back.

“ What did you just say?” Minho said through gritted teeth as he started walking towards Teddy but Newt and Gally both stepped in between Minho,” say that again, I dare you.”

“ Everyone just stop!” Newt snapped as he turned to look up at Minho,” take Y/N somewhere to cool off while Thomas and I will take Teddy to Clint. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Minho nodded all while keeping his eyes locked on Teddy’s bloody face. Minho was stubborn and as much as he wanted to bash Teddy’s head in, he knew when it was right to follow the chain of command. You shook Thomas’s grip off of your shoulders as your eyes caught Teresa’s, her face flushed in embarrassment.

Before you could muster out a word, Teresa took off back towards your hut, pushing past a group of gladers who were crowding around. You took one sweeping glare towards all the loitering glader’s which made them all spread out back to their posts.

“ Let me patch you up back real quick. You look badass but your knuckles look gross,” Minho hesitated as he attempted to ease the tension in the air and his own blood pressure.

You looked between Minho and where you last saw Teresa, wondering where she could be. You couldn’t imagine how terrified she must have been, especially since she probably saw you beat the hell out of Teddy like there was no tomorrow.

“ Just give me a few minutes, I’m going to go find Teresa,” You said as you rubbed your fingers over your battered fists,” I think she just needs someone to talk to after all of that.”

You and Minho said your goodbyes and before you knew it, you found Teresa on the edge of the deadheads picking at the grass laid before her. You awkwardly sat down next to her and from the looks of it, she had just finished crying.

“ I want to say sorry for what you might have seen. The last thing I wanted to do was scare you or to make you think I’m such a violent person,” You apologized as you watched her expression carefully,” but I’m even more sorry that your privacy was invaded on. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to fix this.”

Instead of giving a sad look, Teresa smiled and let out a dry laugh,” No offense, but there isn’t anything you can do to fix this. It’s literally in their DNA to be so stupid.”

You were completely taken aback. Yes, nothing could ever take back what happened to Teresa but she couldn’t be talking about all of the guys in the glade, could she?

“ I don’t think that’s true and neither do you. Teddy is a sexist pervert for sure but plenty of the glader’s are nice guys. One bad seed doesn’t make the whole tree go rotten,” You said thoughtfully, not wanting to undermine Teresa’s experience.

Teresa turned to you and thought for a moment,” So when you first came up in the box, you weren’t terrified of being the only girl?”

“ Well, I was just terrified because I was alone for the longest time until Newt came up,” You admitted but then you really tried to give your honest opinion,” but yeah, I guess I felt different when more boys would get sent up. It’s not that I was scared at first but I just didn’t know what to expect with all those...hormones.”

You realized that you had never said that out loud before; revealing your feelings for being the only girl in the glade before Teresa and once you actually said it, you felt something wash over you. You weren’t sure if it was sadness or guilt or shame, but you didn’t feel good about your emotions right then and there.

Teresa noticed this too and didn’t say anything else, allowing you to speak more.

You cleared your throat, not even thinking of the right words to say because all you wanted to do was spill everything you had bottled up for years,” The more boys the box sent up, the more stares I would get, even if I was just bending over to pick something up. It felt gross knowing that they were eyeing me up and down like I was just some piece of meat but all of a sudden when it came to me being in a leadership position, they all acted as if I suddenly didn’t matter.”

“I completely understand how you feel. It’s like a cruel joke; they want you around to help engage their sexual fantasies but once you make an executive decision, you’re not fun to be around,” Teresa said, thinking about her past memories of being one of the few female researchers at WCKD,” are they still like that with you now?”

“ I hardly catch any eyes thanks to Minho being as protective as he is but I wonder if he’s just doing that out of the kindness of his heart or because he is trying to get in my pants,” you laughed honestly, knowing that in your heart he was genuinely a sweet guy,” but I don’t know. I can tell sometimes they don’t take me seriously. Remember that last meeting we had and when I gave my proposal, no one really cared but when Newt said it two minutes later, everyone thought he was a genius. I don’t think they mean to do it but it still hurts.”

That was something you were always insecure about; not being taken seriously. You were reminded of that every month when a new glader would show up and they assumed you weren’t the first in command. How was it that you all had no past memories yet in the glade, they already had some form of prejudice against you? You didn’t understand that in a world filled with hardly any societal norms that you were still treated unfairly.

“ But I love everyone here with the exception of a few. At the end of the day, we’re pretty much family. As much as Minho annoys me or how much Newt pesters me, they’re the greatest friends in the world,” You said as you thought back to all of the times they had your back,” but shuck I wish I had a day of peace without the boys tearing down the glade. I just want to get out of this goddamn place already.”

Teresa nodded sympathetically, but knowing that she was one of the reasons you were here trapped, she said nothing.

After a moment of silence, Teresa wanted to clear her head of WCKD’s old thoughts,” What are you going to do about Teddy?”

After this whole discussion, you had completely forgotten why you had come over in the first place.

“ Honestly, I don’t know yet. We’ll keep him in the slammer until we figure something out. Whatever it is though, I know it won’t be enough for how you were violated. I really am sorry that happened to you Teresa, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” You asked as Teresa smiled and gave your hand a small squeeze.

“ I’m just glad I have someone to talk to.”

You nodded as you sat there, not being able to hold in your smile.

Me too.

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stylesparker · 4 years ago

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it’s a girl // thomas

word count: 667

summary: you become the very first girl in the maze and Thomas happily becomes your friend

authors note: this is super short, I’m sorry about that, but I’m working on another fic that’s gonna be a longer so I just needed to post something for the time being

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I didn’t expect to see a bunch of boys standing above me staring at me like I’m some other worldly creature. Among those boys, I don’t find any girls. Great, I’ll probably end up stuck with a group of morons. They whisper to each other almost acting like I don’t hear them.

“It’s a girl.”

“How is it possible?”

“Dibs.”

“Cut it out shanks, let’s help her up,” a blond boy says and jumps down. He crouches, putting his hands together for a foot hold. He nods his head toward himself so I get what he’s trying to do for me. I’m still really shocked and have no idea what’s going on so I just place my foot on his hands while a dark haired boy grabs my arms to hoist me up. I stumble into him a little bit but his hands steady me. My heart feels like it does a flip when I look at his face properly for the first time. Why is he so cute- cut it out! I mentally scold myself. The blond gets back up starting to bark orders at all of the boys to get them back to what ever they were doing.

“Wow, wasn’t expecting a girl Greenie this time around. Might be a good change ‘round here, don’t ya think Thomas?” The boy who held me lets go, giving Blondie a smile. So his name is Thomas. Why does that sound so familiar? “I’m Newt, second in command after Alby, you’ll meet him later. This is Thomas, last month’s Greenie.”

“Greenie?” I ask. My voice sounds so weird when I speak, almost as if I haven’t used it in a really long time.

“Yeah, we call the new person Greenie every month. Thomas came up last month so that’s what he was called, now it’s you. You’ll remember your name soon, but until then that’s what we’ll call you. Why don’t you show her the place?” Thomas smiles looking at me.

“So where do you want to go? There’s a lot of places around here so-”

“What’s beyond the wall?” I ask, walking towards the edge where there’s a huge opening leading out.

“No, no, no, no, you can’t go out in the maze-” Thomas rushes in front of me to block me from going any further.

“Maze!”

“Yeah, it’s a maze, but only runners go out there. Like Minho, me, and a couple of other guys.” I pout slightly, putting my hands on my hips.

“Whatever, I just met you Thomas, so I’m not gonna fight you,” I joked. He gasped.

“Fight me? That sounds like a challenge, Greenie,” he countered. I get shy in the moment realizing that I wanted to tell him what I probably should have told the others.

“I actually... know my name. It’s the only thing I remember. It’s um,” I hesitated, “Y/n.” He gives me a grin making my momentary shyness go away.

“That’s a really pretty name,” he says. “Now that I’m the first person to know your name, I think that we can consider ourselves friends.”

I laugh, “oh of course! But, do me a favor, I don’t really want everyone else to know it yet. Just give it some time, then I’ll tell everyone.”

“Ooo, I’m in on a secret, that’s fun,” he nudges my shoulder as we start to walk again. We talk a little more while he shows me around telling me about the different jobs, and secret places he’ll come to show me in the upcoming days. Waking up in that cold, dark box scared me because I didn’t know who I was or what was gonna come next. Maybe being stuck in a place where the only way out was through a maze that the boys here haven’t figured out in two years wasn’t what I was expecting. But, already having a friend might make it a lot less difficult then I thought it was going to be. Even if Thomas is a dork.

#maze runner fanfiction #maze runner thomas #thomas x reader #maze runner newt #newt x reader #thomas x fem!reader #other fics

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years ago

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Beside The Sea

MOVIE : MAZE RUNNER AU COUPLE NEWT X THOMAS COUPLE: SUGGESTIVE

I sat in the car looking out at the world rushing by me. The sounds of the car engine running constantly, my headphones blasting my music trying to avoid everything in the world. I looked out the window seeing the dark ocean and the little beaches and peirs most of them covered in old fisherman, the rows of little white and blue houses in lines all of them looking out to the sea. We pulled into the drive way of a tall blue house with a little garden that overlooked a nice little bit of beach and the ocean. I got out the car with a sigh I didn't want to move here I wanted to stay with my friends, I looked up at his house already hating this place "'ey? You the new kid?" A voice asks I looked up and saw a boy about the age of me he was really skinny and slender in a tight pair of blue jeans and a white hoodie the sleaves rolled up to his elbows, and a messy mop of blonde hair "Hu?' I asked "Are you the new boy?" He asked "Uhh yeah" I nodded "Cool" he laughs jumping the fence and standing with me "so what's your name greenie?" "Uhh Thomas" I said "Cute, I'm newt" he smiled offering his hand so I shook it "'ey you want I could show you around town?" "Uhh..." I began "Go on Thomas give us time to unpack" my dad says "Uhh yeah sure" I smiled "Come on then Tommy" he smiled so I happily followed him as he lead me around the little town.

I followed newt as He lead me down a little wooden pier and he sat down so I sat with him "So you starting school soon?" He asks "Yeah Monday" I shrug "If you want I'd be 'appy to take you around school on Monday" he smiled "show you around and all, introduce you to some people" "Yeah, thanks newt, that would be really nice" he smiled "'ey I wanted to ask you something" he says "Sure?" I shrug "Did you 'ave a girlfriend in your old place?" She asks "I did" I sighed "Sorry I shouldn't 'ave asked" "No it's okay, she uhh she broke up with me. She didn't want a long distance relationship so as soon as I told her I was moving away she broke up with me" I explain "Sorry Tommy," he says "don't worry theres some cute girls at school" "Yeah?" I asked "Yeah, I'll introduce you to a few of the nice girls on Monday" he winks "on one condition thought" "What?" I asked "Stay away from my sister" he warns "Sure newt" I laughed "'ey don't laugh" he chuckled playfully hitting my arm "What about you? You have a girlfriend?" I asked "Uhhhh... Yeah it's kinda a long story" he says "What do you mean?" I asked "I don't really... Do you dating game" laughed "it's just a lot of bloody klunk," "I kinda get what your saying newt" I nodded "I just kinda wish it was okay to just, do whatever you want, with whoever you want" he says "Yeah, I see what you mean" I blushed

I sat on the pier wrapping my towel around my bare chest having to pull up my shorts where they where wet and a little heavier "You okay newt?" I ask "Hu? Oh yeah, don't worry about me Tommy" he smiled "You sure? Come on man you can tell me" I smiled "I've just... I've been thinking about Stuff lately, big stuff" "What kinda stuff?" I asked "About girls" he laughs and I laughed a little to "about boys," he blushed "What do you think you might be... Gay?" I asked carefully "No, I don't think I'm gay" he says "it's just... I look at boys and girls the same way." He admits "What do you mean newt?" I asked "I mean... Today, I looked at everyone and I got the same kinda feeling looking at Teresa As I got looking at Gally" he blushed "I think I'm bi" "Bi?" I asked "Bisexual, into girls and guys" he blushed I didn't quite know how to respond "you think I'm weird don't you?" "What no, newt you can like whatever the hell you like who cares" "Everyone else in the world, I came 'ome and told my dad I was into guys he's kill me." He explained "Who gives a shuck what everyone else says" I shrug "Thanks Tommy" he smiled as I took my towel off as I was mostly dry now "Who do thinks more attractive Teresa or Minho?" I asked "Come on that's not fair" he laughs shoving me " there attractive for different attributes" "Like?" "Like... Teresa's bouncy boobs, Vs minhos hot as shuck ass" he explained "Ooohh imagine her boobs and his butt in the same person" "That would be 'ot, but would that person 'ave mins dick or Teresa's Virginia?" "Uhhh her pussy?" I suggest "Eh, not as 'ot not after she for gang banged by the whole track team" he says "Not all of them" I argue "Oh right sorry the track team except you, Luke and Alby" he laughs "What about with mins dick then?" I laughed "I'm down, seriously like 100 percent I 'ave a saw and some thread at 'ome let's make this frankinwhore" he laughs "Newt?" I ask "Yeah?" "Do you think I'm attractive?" I asked "Yeah," he shrugs "Would you have sex with me?" "Why? You want me too?" He laughs "No! Well I don't know in just curious" "I would, you are pretty 'ot Tommy. I thorough you where straight thought?" "Well I don't know, don't knock it till you try it right?" "Yeah, I get it Tommy" he laughs "hey Tommy?" "Yeah?" I asked looking at him but he didn't ask me anything he just leaned forward and kissed me, I didn't know how to respond just slowly kissed back till he pulled back

"You're a good kisser Tommy" He smiled

"Thaks newt... you're a great kisser" I blushed.

I couldn't think I couldn't do anything, I looked at the clock and it was just about midnight so I pushed open the window and snuck out. I walked through the dark coast till I saw the pier and I saw someone sat there, I went over and I saw newt sat beside his shoes as he was putting his feet to the water as he had a cigarette

"'ey Tommy" he smiled as he saw me

"Hey, what are you doing out here?" I asked as I sat beside him

"I could ask you the same question?" He laughed

"Can't sleep, how about you?"

"Similar" He nodded

"How so?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you" he smirked

"Really?" I blushed

"Umm... about that kiss, About that day at the beach, I can't stop thinking about 'ow it would feel inside you" he smirked making me cough a little in shock

"what?" i asked

"You 'eard what I said Tommy" He smirked "Now... you gonna kiss me? or you gonna go back to bed?" he asked and I smirked a little back kissing him...

#tmr #newt #thomas #newtmas

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gallymagines · 5 years ago

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Make Me Remember - Gally x Reader (Part 15)

Word Count: 7K

Warnings: Death by griever

Previous parts

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Newt's POV:

I run my hands through my hair as I pace back and forth by the box. Frantically looking around, out of the corner of my eye I can see Y/N and Thomas talking to each other. No clue about what but knowing them it's probably something out of the ordinary. That's not important though. I'm just so bloody conflicted. What Alby had said...it's been wracking around in my brain and I can't get over it. Over and over again, His words replay in my mind,

"We'll just have to try and make her remember. We'll just have to try and make her remember We'll just have to try and make her remember"

It goes on and on. With every repetition, my stomach churns itself more and more. I scratch my arms to try and get rid of some of my nerves but it doesn't quite help. I just find something off about that statement but I can't say what it is exactly. I mean I trust him, I trust Alby, but something about the way he phrased that sentence just unsettles me. What do I do? I continue to pace trying to figure out the right course of action for this situation. Nothing like this has ever happened in all my time in the glade. NO situations like this ever happened before Y/N. I'm not blaming her but at the same time, my stress levels have been spiked from all this constant conflict in the glade. And with Thomas' arrival...well that's another story. But what do I do about this? Do I tell Y/N about what Alby said? Would I betray him in any way by doing that? I know I told him I support him but we also have to look out for each other in the glade, right? I cover my face with my hands and shake my head. I'm just so confused. I don't know anymore. Well, I do know, but I don't know if it's the right decision. Letting a deep breath out, I nod my head knowing what my decision is. I slowly make my way over to Y/N and say,

"Y/N, I'll need you to come with me."

She looks at me with a haze in her eyes.

"Y/N?" I question

"I'm okay, just a little worn out." She replies

"Alright then come with me, you'll get a brief reprieve from your work," I state

Y/N gets up, brushes some of the dirt off of her legs and then follows me so we're out of earshot from everyone.

"So what is it? You didn't bring me out here for nothing did you?" She asks

"No. I need to tell you something but you can't speak a word of it. Okay?" I inform her

Y/N nods her head.

"Well...how do I put this? Recently I had a conversation with Alby and if I'm being honest a part of it unsettled me." I explain, "Alby said that he wants to bring you in to question you about your memories."

Y/N scrunches her eyebrows and looks at me confused. God, her and Gally have been hanging out too much because it looks the same way he scrunches his. I wonder what other things they do similarly. Stop it Newt. This is not the time to be a relationship observer. Focus.

"Well, I guess that's okay but a lot of it just revolves around me knowing Gally before here."

"Wait, you remember Gally? Do you remember me?" I ask inquisitively, almost hopeful.

"Sorry but not much. You've shown up but there's nothing I can tell you about yourself." She replies sadly

"Ah, don't worry it's not that important to me," I try to comfort her

I lied though. It truly does disappoint me a bit to not know about who I was before I arrived in the box and entered the glade. I try to push back my feelings on the matter and finish my statement,

"Here's the thing that unsettles me Y/N, Alby said that if you don't remember anything helpful he's going to try and make you remember."

She's silent for a bit. She has a quizzical look on her face and opens her mouth as if she's about to respond but promptly shuts it. She must be thinking of how to reply to a statement like that. It's really not what you expect to hear. Finally, she directs her attention to me and says,

"That's not...how any of this works. I can't be forced to remember things, it's just- it's a natural thing for me. Some action or word or phrase that occurred in the place before here, that happened again here, is what helps me to remember. He'd have to say or do something if he wanted me to remember anything."

"That's what I thought," I reply

It's not what I thought. I didn't know what I thought, BUT I was trying to be understanding.

"I just wanted to let you know about this because any day now he might be calling a gathering and pulling you into the meeting room to pretty much interrogate you for any info on...I don't know what. I just want you to be aware because I have no clue about what is going to happen if you don't have the type of information he wants." I conclude

"Okay...I mean I can try to remember things but it doesn't quite work like that soooo...." She trails off

"I'm really sorry about all of this...I didn't want you to be caught off guard and unprepared for whatever may come. I do hope I'm just overreacting about all of this."

"I hope so too." Y/N responds

She starts to turn to head back to her work in the gardens when an important thought pops into my head. Lunging towards her I grab her and catch her attention again. I look around the glade to make sure no one has turned their attention to us.

"What is it Newt?" She asks

"One more thing, you can't tell Gally," I answer

"What? Why not? He's my best friend, I tell him everything." She questions

"Because if he finds out that something unsavory may happen to you, and that is a strong may, he will destroy the glade more than when you two were separated," I inform her "Not. A. Word."

Y/N nods her head before reluctantly replying,

"Fine."

She then takes her leave and heads back to where she was working in the gardens next to Thomas. I look around to see that nobody is watching. No eyes look this way, nobody facing this way, I think I'm in the clear. I just really hope that I made the right decision, but only time will tell.

Y/N POV:

After that conversation with Newt, I feel like...well I'm just at a loss for words. I know that I was probably going to be questioned about my memories at some point, I accepted that fact. But being forced to remember if I have no real information that would help us? That just chills my bones a bit. What makes it worse is that I can't tell anyone about it, not even Gally. I know Newt has a point but this is just uncomfortable and I can't even talk about it with someone I trust. Why would Alby want something like this? I mean deep down I'm sure everyone knows we're not meant to be here and they're all dying to be able to remember like I can but I don't have the answer to everything. I don't even know a lot about me before being put here so how would I remember anything else? It's frustrating...and scary. I wish I could just go over to Gally right now so I could...I don't know. Get a hug maybe? It makes me feel better when he holds me. I just feel safe and calm and overall happy when he's around. I just don't know what to do. I should probably get back to work though. I make my way back to the spot in the garden where Thomas was and start to garden again. Once he realizes I returned Thomas asks,

"So what was that about?"

"Nothing of importance. Don't worry yourself too much." I state trying to avoid answering

"Listen I've heard that excuse for a lot of stuff that seems pretty important. If you don't want to tell me now that's fine but I know better than to just take your statement at face value." He replies

Damn you, Thomas. I let out a deep breath before lowering my voice to speak,

"Listen, your intuition to not take my statement at face value is correct. You shouldn't. BUT I swore I wouldn't tell a soul so I cannot tell you."

"Fine." He responds a mix of frustration and resignation

"Okay," I add

It's quiet for a bit. We silently work in the garden. You could hear the chatter from the other gladers nearby. It must've gotten to Thomas though because he breaks the silence asking,

"If you're not going to tell me what's going on can you at least tell me what happened in that memory?"

"Yeah...I can do that." I answer "It's a lot of different pieces though and It's unclear how they even connect."

Thomas nods his head and I continue to explain,

"In the first memory, you and I were walking down a hallway. It said wicked, the word you said to trigger the memory, on the wall of I'm guessing the place we were being held and I asked you what it meant."

"What did it mean?" He questions

"World In Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department." I state "Ring any bells?"

"No, not really." He answers

"It's okay. The second memory a lot of us were in a boiler room arguing. Minho wanted to leave. Newt and Alby said he should rethink. You and some girl with dark hair said it's safer to stay. Gally agreed with Minho but only said he would leave if I left with him. The last one was so short though. I was tied to a chair and a blonde woman told me wicked is good. Then I came to."

He just stares at me.

"I don't get it. I have all these memories and no shucking clue about anything. They're all just bits and pieces of a bigger picture that I can't figure out."

"So you think something is off about here?" Thomas asks

"Of course I do. I said so before that there definitely is something wrong. We weren't here before, and we shouldn't be here now. We're not meant to stay..." my voice trails off.

Thomas turns back to his work with a pensive look on his face. He must be thinking about what I said. The conversation doesn't continue and I embrace the silence between us and the soft chatter of others around. The white noise drowns out my thoughts as I fall into a rhythm, waiting for the dinner bell to ring so that I can at least be comforted by Gally's presence after all that's happened in the past moments.

Gally's POV:

It was almost time for dinner and the builders and I were finishing up with working on repairs at the bloodhouse. The pen where the pigs were held was damaged and they kept escaping. As we hammered in the last of the nails I looked around to see that everyone was doing their part. Everybody, except Ben. He was nowhere to be found. Looking around the glade I saw him a bit away with Alby talking. Alby must've pulled him away when I wasn't paying attention. I continued to watch as they finished their talk and Ben headed back this way.

"What was that all about?" I asked him when he got close enough

"Nothing much really. Alby is just asking if I can take over his position as a runner for a bit. He says that he feels like he needs to keep a closer eye on the glade for a while." Ben responds

I'd bet my next meal that it's probably because of the greenie and all the trouble he's caused. It makes sense he'd want to stick around.

"When do you start?"

"Tomorrow," Ben states

The dinner bell rings. I look towards the gardens and then back at Ben. Before I can open my mouth though he says,

"I'll get our table, you go get your girl."

Surprised by his statement I stammer out an explanation,

"Wh-what? She's...she's not mine. I don't have any claim to her or anything. We're just really close friends Ben. That's all."

"Sure, whatever you say. See you at dinner." He curtly says before turning to head towards the homestead

I don't know what has gotten into him lately but he is just unbelievable. His suggestion is ridiculous. We're just...close friends. Right? What am I thinking...of course we are. I head towards the gardens to go get Y/N as I do every day, and just like every other day there she is standing at the edge of the garden waiting for me. When I get close enough to her she throws her arms around me, squeezing me tightly. After I process what is happening I wrap my arms around her as well. Happily looking down towards her I question,

"What's all this about?"

She looks up at me with those bright eyes of hers and says,

"I just really needed a hug from my Captain."

For a second I froze as my stomach tied itself in knots. I feel sick yet somehow in a good way? I don't get this feeling and I can't tell if I like it or not. I'm not quite sure what to do but I hold her a little tighter and respond,

"You can have all the hugs you want Princess."

She smiles, but something about her seems off. I decide not to question it and instead ask,

"Ready for dinner?"

Y/N nods her head yes. We break our hug but I throw an arm around her shoulders as we walk to ear for the night.

*****

The bell for breakfast rang and as usual, I woke up and walked over to her hut to pick up Y/N to go eat. This time it wasn't as usual though. Instead of waiting at the hut, like she usually did, she was already walking over to the homestead talking to...Thomas. I don't get what she sees in him. All he's caused is trouble for her, for me and for the glade. I mean first, he tried running out into the maze, about to get himself killed and got mad when I kept him from doing so. Then he goes and hurts my princess by making her remember such an awful memory that she injured herself. AND she's still healing from those injuries! Then he hangs out with someone like Minho, so obviously he's just trying to learn the ways of being a klunkhead. I can't control what she does but it definitely rubs me the wrong way when she's around him. I don't like him. He is a rule-breaker, he is a danger to this glade and he is a threat to Y/N. As they walk this way, I approach them and bluntly comment,

"Hey."

"Oh, Hi Gally!" Y/N replies excitedly "Good morning!"

Looking Thomas straight in the eyes, I throw an arm around Y/N's waist. I then turn my head to look at her and ask,

"Good morning to you too. Ready for breakfast?"

"Yeah, of course," she answered

"Let's go then."

Keeping my arm around her waist we turn towards the homestead and walk to the dining area. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Thomas trailing behind with a confused look on his face. I look at Y/N, her eyes on the path in front of her but she doesn't seem focused on it. It's like she's in a haze. I wonder if she's remembering something right now.

"You okay? Did you remember something?" I question her

"Oh, uh yeah. I mean no. I'm okay but I didn't remember anything. Just thinking." She replies curtly

Our walk goes back to silence. She had been like this for the past week and I have no clue why. She hasn't been this on edge since that fight we had. My guess is it's because of him. I just don't know in what way, and I really don't like the options. There's only two of them and they're either he's done something to her that's putting her on edge and she feels she can't talk about it, or he's attracting her and she's nervous to tell me that she...doesn't want to be around me anymore. I really hope it's the first rather than the latter. When we get to the dining area we make our way over to Ben at our table. He already had brought over food for us so I sat down and started eating. Y/N on the other hand said,

"I'll be right back,"

I watched as she then walked over to Thomas. With ever step towards him I worried that the latter option was the one that was coming true. I don't understand what's going on. Pushing food around my plate I watch them interact. I just don't get it...

Ben's POV:

I watch Gally as his eyes follow Y/N's path over to Thomas. He wasn't the type to show his feelings around everyone. I mean except for Y/N, but not really anyone else though. Over the time we got to know each other in the glade I could pick up on the way he was feeling pretty easily, even if he didn't like that I was able to do that. I could tell that he was confused, and angry and hurt. Whether he wants to admit it or not he loves his princess to pieces and seeing her interact with someone else, let alone someone he is not very fond of, it hurts him. Sometimes I wonder if he's in denial of his feelings, or if he's just stupid. Although he can't see the way he feels, I can see the anger in him well up as they continue to talk to each across the room. Instead of pushing his food around he starts to stab at it with his fork.

"I don't get why she wants to be around him." Gally mumbles angrily "I don't like it."

"You don't like it because you're jealous," I tease

"What? Me, jealous? No." he defensively replies

"Uh-huh,"

I'm assuming my face had to look like a mix of annoyance and disbelief because Gally remarks,

"Slim it. I'm not jealous. I'm just worried she'll want him to be her best friend and leave me."

I don't think it's only Thomas becoming her best friend that he's actually worried about. It's definitely much more but he'd never admit that to himself. I see Y/N walking back to the table and decide not to respond to his comment. Gally's eyes follow her as she makes her way over here. Sitting down next to him, she scoots herself closer to and begins to eat her breakfast. She looks at his plate before mentioning,

"You haven't eaten your food yet. Not hungry today Captain?"

Y/N tilts her head and looks at him with her big concerned eyes. Right on cue, I watch as Gally just melts. Now it would probably be hard to spot from afar but up close the very small smile on his lips and the endearment in his eyes were prominently featured. His demeanor was completely changed by the time he replied,

"No, I was waiting for you."

"Oh okay! Well, let's eat then!" She replies

We all eat quietly but I notice as Y/N links her arm around Gally's and places her hand on the table. Gally then moves his fork to his left hand while grabbing Y/N's with his right. Y/N, already as close as can be, leans to rest her head on his bicep. They just casually go on with breakfast as if they weren't sharing any physical contact. Their actions must've been unconscious to them because when Y/N catches me looking she exclaims,

"Oh!"

Gally turns to her and realizes what has happened. A blush rises to Y/N's cheeks as she sheepishly says,

"Sorry...didn't notice I was doing that."

"It's okay." Gally says rubbing the back of his neck "I'll just take my arm back and-."

"No!"

He turns and gives her a surprised expression.

"I mean uh...I don't mind, you don't have to let go." Y/N explains

"I won't then." He replies sincerely

Y/N turns away from him, a smile dancing across her lips and a new blush appearing on her face. When she turns back to look at him she softly says,

"Good."

They look at each other and all I can think is that they are so. shucking. blind. It honestly astounds me how blind they are. The sound of me placing my fork down on my empty plate breaks their gaze and Y/N switches her attention to me. She asks,

"So Ben, what's it like being a runner? What's it like outside the glade?"

"Boring." I explain "All it is, is walls and running and more walls and more running. I can't wait to get back to being a builder."

"Well, I hope you get to come back soon. It's safer inside here anyway." Gally comments

It feels like the work bell rings too soon but nevertheless, we all get up to give the sloppers our plates. Heading out of the dining area we all start to head in the direction of our specific jobs. Y/N gives Gally a quick hug before running off to the gardens. From afar she turns around and waves in our direction shouting,

"I'll see you later Gally!"

Before Gally and I part ways for the day I tell him,

"You need to stop worrying, I don't think she's leaving you any time soon."

Gally lets out a little laugh.

"Maybe you're right." He remarks "I have to get over to the other builders but I'll see you later for dinner right?"

"Yeah. See you later."

I wave bye and head over to the door where Minho is waiting for me.

"Let's go." He commands

*****

Minho and I had been running for a couple of hours at this point and the sun was at its highest point in the sky blazing down onto us. How does he do this every day? I can barely keep up with him. Out of breath, I try to shout,

"Slo...slow down. Minho..."

I stop and place my hands on my knees, bending over to try and catch my breath. My body is exhausted. Not too long after I hear the sound of footsteps running this way and Minho shouting,

"BEN! BEN LET'S GO!!!"

Looking up I see a wall shifting. Panic sets in and I muster up all the energy I can and try to sprint my way to the wall before it closes. It's too late though. By the time I get to the wall, it has already shut itself firmly. I'm in real deep klunk now. I look around to see if I can get to Minho but there is no way up or around. I don't want to be stuck here at night. Nothing good happens in here at night. Fearing for my life now, I try to backtrack my steps the glade door. Any of the glade doors actually. I start to jog my way around the maze but everything has changed or has it? I'm not quite sure, I just feel like I'm going in circles. Making my way around the maze I hear the ivy leaves behind me rustle. I stop and turn around but see nothing. Just the wind maybe? Trudging on I hear movement behind me again. My heart starts to beat faster as I pick up my pace. I can still hear it. Where is it coming from? My breathing becomes erratic as I run away from whatever the noise is. As much as I run it's still there. Maybe Minho found me and it's all just a joke. I mean he is pretty fast and knows a lot about the maze. Yeah, that's what's going on. Feeling relieved, I turn behind me and say,

"Minho I know you're there! The joke is over! You can come out now you shank!"

There's nothing. I nervously laugh and repeat,

"You can come out now Minho."

I hear some shuffling and a metallic clicking sound. The sound doesn't come from in front of me though. I hear it from...above. Hesitantly I look up and see it. A griever. My stomach sinks and my heart starts to race again. I scream for help but no one is coming. The creature rolls after me, it's metallic clicking noises sending shivers down my spine as I try to evade it. Frantically running around like a chicken with its head cut off, I look for any means of escape. I take a left, a right, a left again and keep running. Oh no. Deadend. I back up against the wall, gasping for air, as the monster approaches me. My only escape is if I run past it somehow. It charges at me and risking it all I try to run my way past it. Adrenaline courses through my body, I run on the side by the wall and slip by with what only felt like a scratch from bumping into it. Somehow, I miraculously find myself at the south door of the glade. Everything starts to hurt though and I make my way over to the deadheads. Maybe laying under a tree will help me. As I try to make my way through the deadheads the hurting feeling turned into extreme pain. Collapsing to my hands and knees I scream out hoping that this will subside. I take deep breaths and look at the area around me. The trees seem to double and sway. Looking at that makes me feel sick and shortly after I'm throwing up on the ground. I push through my pain and crawl forward to lay under a tree. Looking around everything has now quadrupled. I see a figure up ahead of me. It's an older woman reaching her hand out to me as if she wants me to hold it. Closing my eyes I can faintly hear her voice. She says,

"C'mon Ben, it's time to take you to the train, you need to get to school."

"What? Hello?" I call out weakly, opening my eyes to see if she's there

There's no response and no one around. I feel like hell. The light hurts too much to keep my eyes open. I'm hearing things. I'm seeing things. I feel like I'm losing my mind. As if things couldn't get worse, I started to feel a tingling sensation. The tingling started in my legs and worked its way up throughout my body increasingly getting worse until I had no control over my muscle movements. They jerked erratically as I just consciously watch and felt everything go wrong. Saliva welled in my mouth and I started to drown in my own spit. It felt like I couldn't breathe. Everything went black but then conversations and memories flashed all around me. These weren't ones from the glade though. I could hear conversations that I never had. I could see people and places that I'd never been to before. Images and words overwhelmed me until it was all just a cluster of so much that I couldn't process it all.

"Stop!" I yelled

My eyes shot open. I was laying in the foliage of the deadheads. I could see clearly, I could hear everything, I could move my body and breathe again. Not getting up right away I tried to remember everything I heard and saw. I couldn't. The only thing that came back to my mind over and over again was Thomas. The things I saw of him and the conversations that were spoken enraged me. My blood started to boil. He did this to us. This was his fault. Forcing myself up I felt a new strength in me. I made my way towards the front of the deadheads but before I can even get there I find him alone. Feeling stronger than ever before, I knew what I needed to do.

Thomas' POV:

Heading over to the gardens after breakfast, I was ready to work with Y/N again. I liked working with her because she was the only one who agrees with me about something not being right, let alone the only person who actually listens to me about this stuff. It felt good to know that there was someone who believed me and had my back. As I approached I saw her already pick some vegetables and putting them in a basket. Making my way over to her I'm stopped by Newt who says,

"Hey greenie, you'll be helping with some shoveling today."

"Oh okay."

Grabbing a shovel I get to work and make small talk with Newt, asking him questions about the maze.

"Has anyone tried climbing to the top?"

"Tried it. The ivy doesn't go all the way to the top, and besides, where are you going to go from there?" Newt answers

"Okay well, what about the box? The next time it comes up someone jumps-"

Newt cuts me off stating,

"No, we tried that. The box won't go back down with someone still inside it."

"Okay. Well, what if we-"

A bit irritated he cuts me off again saying,

"No. We tried it, okay? Twice. You have to trust me when I say that anything you can think of we've already tried. The only way out is through that maze. You want to try and be helpful, then go dig up some more fertilizer for us."

He throws me a bucket and points toward the deadheads. Reluctantly, I make my way over there. As I walk through the trees I mumble to myself,

"Go get the fertilizer, Thomas. Can't I help in any other way? No just go get the fertilizer, Thomas. You know where it is, it's just out in the middle of the woods."

Peering through the trees I spot some odd structure. What is that? Getting closer it's some kind of marking with a sign on it. Crouching down I read the sign. George. Flies swarm around me and the structure. Looking down at the ground for the first time I see bones. Bones of something and I don't want to know what. Frightened I jump up and turn around. I see a figure and for a second I'm startled. I realize it's one of the other gladers. Ben, I believe. He's breathing heavily and I can't make out the emotion on his face. Introducing myself I say,

"Ben, right? I don't know if we ever..."

My statement trails off as he starts to breath heavier.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask him

Right as I finish my statement he jumps at me. Stumbling back I fall to the ground and he gets on top pinning me down.

"Get the hell off of me!" I shout

He doesn't listen.

"This is your fault. It's all you. You did this. I SAW YOU!" He snaps at me

With every word, he digs his fingers into my arms. My heart races as I feel the pain of him clenching my skin and veins so tightly. I scream out but it's useless as he squeezes all the air from my lungs. Choking on my breath I try to force him off me but it's as if has some kind of super-strength. I move my arms trying to hit him in the head but it does nothing. Trying again he lets go of my hand for a second. To the right of me, I see a skull in the pile of bones. Quickly grabbing it I slam it hard against his head. He lets go of me and I jump up to run away but he catches the bottom of my pant leg and I fall down. I scramble back up and start to run back out of the forest to the open glade. I hear the foliage crunch behind me as he chases me. Gaining ground he grabs me from behind and we tumble down a hill. Escaping his grasp again I continue to run towards the exit. Hoping someone will hear me now I scream,

"HEY! HELP!"

I exit the deadheads screaming for my life as Ben advances behind me. I start to see others run this way but Ben jumps at my leg and tackles me to the ground. His hands wrap tightly around my neck as he yells,

"I"LL KILL YOU!"

I start to fear that his words are coming true.

Gally's POV:

Working throughout the day everything seemed to be going just as it usually did. Although I found this day to be better than others because the builders and I were assigned to repair and build new vine structures for the gardens. And being in the gardens meant I got to be Y/N today. As my builders worked on some repairs, I watched from afar as Y/N pulled carrots out of the ground. Every now and then she would look up towards me and smile before turning her attention back the carrots. It was nice. We worked our way across the gardens repairing the structures that could be salvaged but one that was finished I moved us to an open space to build new ones. Did that open space happen to be near where Y/N was? Maybe. But it was the clearest spot, so we had to work there anyway. I had some of my guys hold the structure in place while I hammered the pieces together. As I was hammering though I felt something hit my leg. On the ground, I saw a freshly pulled carrot near me. I also saw Y/N whip her head to look the other way. Finishing my hammering I turn my attention to Y/N.

"I'm trying to work y'know."

She turns her attention back to me. With a fake surprised look on her face and a smile she was trying to hide, she says,

"So am I. Will you fetch me that carrot?"

Y/N was not even 6 feet from where I was asking for me to return the vegetable. She's absolutely ridiculous, but I'd do anything for her.

"As you wish," I answer, grabbing the carrot and walking the few steps over to her.

I hand her the carrot and she adds,

"Thank you, Captain Gally."

Before I can say anything back to her though I hear someone yelling,

"HEY! HELP!"

Everyone's heads whip in the direction of the screaming. Two figures emerge from the deadheads one being chased by the other. As the one figure tackles the other I run over to the scene. The person being attacked is Thomas but I can't tell who the attacker is. Shovel in hand Newt hits the head of the attacker and knocks him off of Thomas. When he falls on his back I see that it's...Ben?

"Hold him down," Newt commands

Newt, Frypan, Zart and I all hold him down as Thomas gets up.

"What are you doing?" Newt asks and Ben continues to try and get out of our grasp

"Calm down Ben, calm down," I say

"What the hell happened?" Frypan asks Thomas

"He just attacked me!" Thomas replies

The crowd starts to split as Alby walks through to see what is going on. When he gets to the center of the circle he sees us holding Ben.

"Calm down Ben," I repeat to him

Ben starts to freak out and struggle again upon seeing Alby. As I look down at him he starts to scream out,

"No! No! No! Please no!"

"Lift his shirt." Alby demands

Newt pulls the shirt up to reveal a nasty puncture and dark veiny lines that worked their way out from the wound. Alby crouches down next to me.

"He's been stung," I comment before turning to Alby "In the middle of the day?"

"Take him to the Pit" Alby commands "C'mon everyone put him in the pit."

He starts to panic again, moving erratically, trying to escape our grasp. He looks at all of us and begs,

"Please! Please! No, don't do it! Please don't do it!"

We start to get him off the ground as Newt calls for a medjack to follow us. As we walk away with him I tell him over and over,

"Ben calm down. Calm down."

We walk away from the crowd, away from the gladers, but his voice, pleading for help, echoes through the air. It was difficult getting him into the pit. Not just physically but mentally as well. He struggled and tried his best to not be forced in but it was no use because we managed to get him in and lock the door. Mentally though, it was hard to see another glader, especially one I know so well, change into, that. The group of us who carried him here start to walk away but I stop in my tracks when he calls out to me. Turning myself around I head back to him remembering to keep far away enough that he can't grab me.

"I can't help you."

"I know but please just listen to me. Please. " He pleads

I know his fate. I know what comes next. I know I should just try to cut ties now but I can't do that to him. He's one of my only other friends. Slowly, I nod yes to him.

"He's not good Gally. He did this to us and he'll do it again." He rants "Don't trust Thomas. Nobody should trust him."

I look at him shocked. I understood what he was saying but he didn't explain why. Instead, he slumped down and sat with his head in hands.

"I'm going to die."

I couldn't comfort him because I knew that's what would happen. Later today he would be banished to the maze and stuck in there with the grievers. We had watched it happen to other gladers before us. Unfortunately, now it was Ben's turn. He took his hands from his face, placed them at his side and rested his head against the wall of the pit behind him. He seemed to have calmed down the more time he sat there.

"Gally," He called out

"Yeah?"

"You're both so stupid." He mentions laughing to himself "Just friends? What a bunch of klunk."

"What?"

I'm confused. Ben looks me straight in the eyes. He continues,

"You guys aren't just friends. You're not even just best friends."

"I don't understand," I respond

"Of course not. Just friends don't act like you and Y/N act. Just friends don't look and each other or hold each other the way you guys do. Just friends don't get jealous or sneak out to see each other when they're told not to. I can't tell if you guys are just blind or in denial but you're not just friends."

He laughs before lowering his head again.

"Guess I'll never know what happens since I'll be dead."

I can't stand to be around him like this anymore so I decide to get up and walk away. I'm not sure he knows what he's saying anymore with that poison coursing through his body. Is he right? About all of it? No...he's gone insane from the sting. He can't be right. But what if there's a chance that he is? I knew Thomas was a rule breaker but could he have done something before here to us? And what about his other statement. That one couldn't be true...we're not like that. No, he's wrong, he's lost his mind so he can't be right.

*****

A few hours pass and it's almost time for the doors to close for the night. It also means it's almost time for Ben's banishment into the maze. Some of the other gladers and I line up with our spears by the entrance of the door and watch as Minho guides a tied up Ben towards his fate. Ben screams at him,

"Just listen to me! Just please listen to me! Minho!"

Minho continues walking him and pushes him into the semi-circle of gladers with their spears to keep him back. Forcing Ben on his knees, Minho uses a knife to cut the ropes and then throws a bag into the maze. Hearing the gears of the door start to turn, Minho steps out of the semi-circle as Alby commands us to put our spears down. Slowly we move in pushing Ben back between the two doors until his only way of not being crushed is to escape into the maze. The last thing I see is Ben on the other side of the doors screaming in anguish. The doors shut. He's gone. I drop my spear and look around. To my right is Thomas with a shocked expression on his face and to my left is Y/N. Shaking and with a terrified look on hers. I walk over and find tears starting to fall from her eyes. Wrapping my arms around her, she starts to sob into my chest. I hold her tighter and stroke her hair. This was what I wanted to keep her safe from. The dangers of the glade, the pain of losing someone close to you. I never wanted her to feel this way. The way we all have felt at some time. I rest my head on top of hers and stare off into the distance. Mulling over everything Ben said and everything that's happened, I wonder to myself one thing. Where do we go from here?

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waywardandwestward · 6 years ago

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Let Me Be Your Shelter

Chapter 4 (Updated)

Gally x OFC

Warning(s): Never enough editing, Not beta-read. Mild Swearing. Puberty talk. Jo experiences her “first” period.

When you lose someone, you try to remember the last time you saw them. And most of the time it’s a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last.“ - Hedonist Poet

A/N: Hello friends! Apologies for not posting last week. I got super busy with some family stuff. As always, I will reblog this post with the Masterlist Link about an hour or so after posting. Enjoy!

Day 19: Growing Pains

There are moments I remember better than others. In retrospective it seems a bit silly to dwell on something so small, but to my fourteen or so self, it was the worst thing that could have happened.

I snapped awake out of a nasty nightmare. I can't say what it was about, mostly because what I woke up to was far, far worse. Sweat covered my body, and a splintering pain surrounded the bottom of my stomach and all the way up my spine.

Using my left arm I pushed myself up into a sitting position while using my other hand to brush the sleep out of my eyes. This pain wasn't unfamiliar. I knew I had experienced it before.

I peered down at myself and my body shocked it self into full alert. Blood was soaking through my pants and seeping into the hammock.

The dizziness took over my consciousness like a hurricane bouncing around inside my head. My stomach churned in circles. Am I going to die? I thought for a moment, before understanding what was happening to me.

The only thing I could think of to do was separate myself from the others. After nearly falling out of my hammock, I made a run for it into the Deadheads. I took a quick look back to make sure I didn't wake up any of the boys. From what I could see they all looked sound asleep. I moved quickly through the dark forest and only stopped once I needed to catch my breath. My body collapsed hard against a tree. Inhale, Exhale, I reminded myself. Inhale, Exhale. The more I controlled my breathing pattern the more my stomach settled, but the cramps in my back were still unbearable.

"Jo?" Newt's soft voice broke through the night air in a loud whisper. "Are you alright?" His footsteps blended in with the cool breeze and the crickets chirping.

"I'm fine," I squeaked anxiously. I put my hand over my mouth realizing, I probably shouldn't have spoken.

"Jo, where-" he laid eyes on me and my cheeks immediately burned red. Without having looked at him yet I could already tell his eyes had been drawn to the blood on the back of my pants. I turned around to see that the low key, calm, collected Newt was gone. "What happened?" he asked, the panic crisp in his voice. "You're hurt. Come on, let's get you back to the others!"

"No!" I exclaimed a little too loudly. "I'm n-not-" I stuttered before lowering my voice. "I'm not hurt. I just... have my period."

"Your what?" he blinked.

"It happens once a month," I explained through a groan. "It's annoying and gross, and it makes you feel like crap."

If I hadn't been so embarrassed, the confused look on Newt's face would have made me laugh. "Are you sick?"

"No, Newt," I replied. "I'm not hurt, I'm not sick, I'm just a woman with her period," I said. "A woman with a particularly heavy flow, I guess."

"Oh," Newt was still not following. "W-Why?"

Why? Did he just ask me, "Why"? I thought. This was never a discussion I had ever pictured having to explain to anyone, let alone a teenage boy.

"So I can give birth, I guess."

Newts eyes grew wide.

"I'm not pregnant!" I corrected myself hoping to calm his fear. "It just means that I can get pregnant if I... well, you know..."

Newt's eyes grew even wider. "Oh," he said again, trying to keep himself from panicking more than he already was, and slightly pretending to understand what I was fully getting at. "So, how do you stop it from happening? And if this happens every month, why are you freaking out now?"

"Well," I sighed through the pain. "A: You don't. It stops on its own after a few days. Normally we wear some sort of protection to keep it from getting everywhere. And B: this is the first time it's happened. I mean, it's probably not the first time ever. I've probably had it before, I just don't remember. But I must have, if I know about it, right? How can I remember that? How can I remember what a period is, but I can't remember who my parents are?!"

"I... uh..."

"What am I gonna do?" I groaned again as another set of pins and needles went through my body, the back of my head bumping into the tree.

"There are some spare clothes in the supply shed," Newt suggested frantically. He pulled his jacket off. "Here, put this around your waist for now."

"Thanks," I said sincerely taking the jacket and tying it around my waist to hide the blood stain.

We walked side by side quietly over to the shed keeping a fair amount of distance between us. "You don't have to be embarrassed by it you know."

"I'm not," I replied quickly. Newt gave me a knowing glance. "Okay, maybe I am a little, but I'm not embarrassed to talk about it. I'll answer any questions you have. I just don't want the others all freaking out at once, like you did. I'd rather be able to explain it to them when I'm ready. And when I'm not covered in blood. That's the embarrassing part. I mean, you'd be embarrassed if you peed your pants, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," he nodded.

Just outside the homestead there was a small shed, which was still a bit of a work in progress. The roof was missing, but everything else was intact.

The door creaked as Newt pulled it open.

The shed was just big enough that Newt and I could both fit inside. On the left was a pile of unused clothes. I dug through them to find something that might fit me, throwing anything that looked too big to the side. They were all male cut, and given my my small stature it was hard to find a pair of pants small enough. I had hoped that when more girls arrived that would change.

"Jo," Newt whispered. I pulled my hands out of the pile and turned to see that he was holding a small, rusted, metal box with a clasp on the front. "I thought this might help too. Alby and I found them in one of the crates when you came up. Truth be told we didn't know what they were." I took the box from him and undid the clasp to find a stack of sanitary pads inside. "It makes a lot more sense now."

I smiled at him gratefully. "You're a good guy, Newt. I'm glad you're the one that found me."

"Anytime," he said placing his hand on my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze.

I went back to the pile of clothes and finally found a pair of boxer shorts and the smallest pair of pants in the pile; old faded jeans that were slightly ripped over the left knee. "Um, Newt?" I spoke up. "Could you maybe wait outside."

"What?" he said and then noticed the clothes in my arms. "Oh, yeah, sorry," he awkwardly walked out of the shed shaking his head in stupidity.

After he closed the door behind him, I untied his jacket from my waist and I slipped off my pants, nearly falling over trying to get my shoe out of the pant leg.

"You know, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now," Newt said quietly from the other side of the door.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked as I switched my underwear with the new boxers and put on a sanitary pad.

"Yeah," he said. "Don't give up hope. We're going to get out of here. One day."

"That's gonna be a little hard considering, we're not aloud to leave." I pulled the pants over my hips, zipping them up and buttoning them. They fit almost perfectly with the exception of the length. As he continued to speak, I bent down, grunting a little through the cramps, to roll the bottoms up.

"We just need bigger numbers," he said. "The more of us there are, the stronger we'll be."

"That is true, I guess." I checked to make sure the bottoms were even and grabbed my stained clothes. Pushing the door open, I looked over at Newt, who was sitting in the grass, his back up against the shed. He looked back up at me, smiling slightly before standing up. "What am I gonna do about these old clothes?"

"We'll do what we always do when we need get rid of something," he said stepping back into the the shed for a second, only to pull out an old sack. "We'll throw it into the maze tomorrow morning. The Grievers will get it."

"The Grievers?" I raised an eyebrow.

"That's what I call the things out there," he shivered just thinking about them.

"Isn't that a little...gross?"

"Maybe," Newt shrugged. "But don't you think it would be better out there with them, then in here with us?

Thinking about the smell it could erupt, I chuckled and said "Very true." He handed me the bag and I stuffed my clothes inside it.

We made our way back to our hammocks in silence. I stopped at his first before heading to my own. "Goodnight, Newt," I whispered.

"Wait," he said pulling his old, fleece blanket off of his hammock. "Here, you can use this to cover the stain on the hammock for tonight. I saw it, when I went to go look for you. I'll see what I can do to get you a new hammock, tomorrow."

"Thank you," I said. "I really do owe you one."

"Jo, we're friends. You don't owe me anything."

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perlocutionary · 7 years ago

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Morning Glory pt. 9 - The Maze Runner - Thomas au

Description: Based off the original story of The Maze Runner, where Y/N has been around a long time and she and Thomas might be the key out of here. I have my own take on this, I have used particular things from the movie/books but a lot I did change for this story!

Relationship: Thomas x Reader - THE MAZE RUNNER

Title: Time is short on our side. Word count: 3351

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

“Y/n! … Y/N!” It’s Newt voice that screeches through the Glade and I push myself off Thomas in a daze. My eyes widen when realisation kick in. There’s only one thing that Newt’s frantic voice could mean. “No. No!” I dart away from Thomas, who immediately follows after me as I make a beeline for the Med Shed. Commotion is starting to form outside but everyone makes way when they see me approach.

I could never be prepared for the chaos I’d find. Jeff and Clint are doing their absolute best to keep Alby down onto the bed as his body convulses and vibrates against his bed. Newt is holding onto his legs, immediately letting go as he sees me.

“Y/n do something!” Newt’s voice is frantic, as is his gaze. I can’t do anything; the potion isn’t ready. “I – Newt – I - …” I stumble over my words as I approach Alby, my body leaning over his as I try to calm him down.

“Did you give him the sedative?” I ask no one in particular, but I knew this was to no avail. Alby’s eyes had clouded over completely, it seemed as if he were blind. His eyes wouldn’t focus on anything as his body continued to convulse beneath my hands. “It didn’t work!” Clint yells out, using all his strength to keep the larger boy against the bed.

“It won’t pass, Y/n. What do we do.” Panic takes over as I hear Newt’s voice in the distance, eyes glued on Alby. I’m raking my brain at record speed for a solution but there is none. “In an hour the potion is ready and – “ as I turn towards Newt with the only solution I have, the only thing that could help, Alby’s state seems to worsen.

Foam wraps his lips as his whole body drains of its colour. His body turns completely rigid before falling limply against the thin mattress. He’s gone. “No… I – Oh my – “ “Alby! Alby? Come on man, keep in there, we’re so close…” Newt rushes to Alby’s side, shaking his body as tears start to form.

It’s when I see Newt’s tears rolling, I realize that I had started crying as well. I back away, my body crashing into a solid chest. Thomas’ arms immediately wrap around my frame as I fall limp in his embrace, my body quivering as the sobs rake through my body.

“I’m so sorry… I’m – I’m so sorry Newt.” I stutter, over and over again, like a chant, as I keep staring at the lifeless body of our leader. If I hadn’t let my own emotions get to me, maybe I would’ve come to a solution faster, maybe I could’ve saved him, maybe I…

A loud shout erupts from within me as I kick against Thomas who starts dragging me away from the scene unfolding in front of us. Newt raises to his full height as he wipes the tears with the back of his hand, pulling the blanket up further to cover Alby’s face. “Let the baggers come.” “No! I can save him! I – “ I try to reason, not wanting to believe that Alby had given up the fight.

Thomas took me to my room, although I’m sure it wasn’t an easy task. Ever since he brought me here, I had been staring ahead. I was too late. I knew he has tried to speak a few times by now, I just can’t seem to hear what he is saying to me. It’s like my brain shut off to try and heal what’s been hurt.

The door clicks open, but I don’t move. Due to light footsteps, I know Newt’s now finally here and that means the Baggers might’ve already dragged Alby’s body off to the Deadheads. “Done?” I mumble, hearing Newt hum in response. He sits down beside me on my bed, his lips moving, but no sound leaving.

As I let my gaze flick towards him, I see him mouthing to Thomas and I furrow my eyebrows. “What’s the plan?” I voice, turning Newt’s attention back towards me. “That’s up to you.” Newt simply states, smiling apologetically as his fingers brush over my inner knee. There was only one possible thing we could do, and even though it was something I had been avoiding since it was properly brought up, I knew I had no other choice. “We have to find a way out of here, now.” I almost growl, pushing myself up onto my feet, almost making Newt fall over at the force behind my movements. Thomas raises to his feet as well, although rather tentative, as he takes a few steps towards me.

“Y/N – “ Newt speaks, stopping beside Thomas as I eye two of the three boys I held closest to my heart. “You want to argue with me? Really want to go there now?” I glare at Newt, licking my lips before I straighten my shoulders. “I guess another Gathering is in order. I have made up my mind. And I might have a plan.”

“Order!” My voice booms throughout the Homestead. For the first time in the history of our Glade, I let the door open so the other Gladers could hear our meeting. The usual group of Keepers are lingering around the room, occupying scattered chairs or leaning against the wall.

An eerie silence falls among us as I take a deep breath. “The passing of Alby brings some rather important topics up for discussion – Elections shall have to wait until other, more pressing matters, have been resolved. I want a democracy among us Keepers, and I hope you feel the same way.”

I watch as a few of them nod their heads, although all of their eyes trained on me. “Minho and Newt have filled me in with the course of actions regarding our greenie, Thomas. Because of this,” I stumble or finding the right words, and I really don’t want them to fall from my lips,

“I grant him permission to become a Runner. Minho had extensively pressed the matters that Thomas had already proven himself, and I believe him as he says so. But, and I can’t press myself enough, I will not let a greenie become a Keeper.” I glare at Minho, who raises his hands defensively, before letting my gaze trail over Thomas by the open door.

His eyes were wide, but his smile was even brighter than I had ever seen it. Even though my heart ached as I made the decision, I can see I had made the correct one. And now I could, just as I did with others, stress myself over seeing him back alive at the end of the day.

“I want everything going back the way it was – no need of trying to find a cure if there isn’t anything to cure. I want the Runners to push themselves to the limits – time is short on our side. We need to find a way out of this maze, and fast. I guess you can all grasp your heads around that.”

The words linger through my head again and although I don’t know where they come from, or when I might’ve picked them up, I know they hold such a strong meaning. They tumble from my lips without a second thought and the cheers that follow warm my heart. Whatever happened, we’d be a family.

“A posse ad esse.”

With ordering Minho to show Thomas everything of the maze that was already known and explored before even trying to find new, unexplored areas, I had not felt comfortable in my own skin for one second as soon as he stepped past the large doors and disappeared from sight.

At first, I had to make sure to keep the order but when the commotion died, I felt empty. After four days of Minho, Thomas and the other Runners starting their run at the crack of dawn, I had to keep myself busy one way or another. I had picked up my plant books again, trying to see if I could remake the cure – which I still hoped it would be, if it were ever necessary – and see if I could come up with variants that might be of use in the future.

It was something to keep me busy, but it wasn’t nearly enough. Instead I wandered around the Glade, almost begging everyone to give me something to do. Somehow no one seemed to get hurt – and I should be glad about that – but that also meant my usual job was useless.

If you had asked me weeks ago for a day off, I would’ve cried and disappeared from sight before anyone could utter another word. Now, I wanted nothing more than to keep myself mentally busy – which seemed to be an impossible task.

Days had trickled by, my gaze almost never leaving the maze. Newt had joked that he’d ask Gally to build me a custom, comfy chair – with cup holder – and set it right in front of the West opening so at least I wouldn’t trip on my own feet while trying to walk.

The closing of the Doors for the evening was creeping closer, with still no sign of Minho or Thomas. I trailed out of my shed, papers in hand as I made my way to the crops, searching for the things I needed so I could tell Newt what to harvest for me first thing in the morning.

My plans were cut short though when within a second, I’m on the ground, the wind momentarily knocked out of me and my papers scattered beside me. I glare up at Minho, my chest heaving as I sit upright and try to cuss him out.

“Oh my god – I’m so sorry Y/N,” He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet, his eyes wide in fear as he brushes my sides off, “are you alright?” “Look where the fuck you’re going, man.” I growl, although my insides where as happy as they could be that Minho had returned – which meant Thomas had too. I bend down to collect my papers and Minho drops to his knees as well, helping me gathering them before raising to his feet.

“Where’s Thomas?” I question, my body jolting when I feel fingertips brush along my lower back. “Right here.” I spin on my heel, grinning at the young male, covered in sweat. The apparent grin on his lips made my heart melt. Minho muttered something about going to find Newt, but I was busy inspecting Thomas’ body for anything alarming.

“Y/n, I’m fine –“ He chuckled as he pulled me in his arms, pressing his lips against my neck as he hid his face from the Glade. I could feel his tense muscles in his back as I smoothed my hands across the expanse, sighing against his shoulder at our contact. My fingernails scratch along his shoulder and when he winces upon contact, I practically jump out of his embrace and glare at the boy.

“Thom, what’s wrong?” I question, my fingertips digging into his biceps as I try and search in his eyes for answers. “I told you it’s nothing, Y/n. I scraped along the edge of the maze. Miscalculated on my turn.” While he speaks, I’ve already turned him around and lifted his shirt up high enough to see a few cuts scattered between a few abrasions.

“Oh, Tommy.” I tense my jaw as I let my eyes rake over his bare, lean back and dropping the shirt. My fingers glide along his arm to end at his hand, where I intertwined our fingers, already pulling him into my shed. “Y/n, baby, I’m fine.” I feel tingles erupt all over my frame as baby falls from his lips and I can’t help but suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I gaze up at him.

“Please?” Even though I beg, it’s more of a command, still. Thomas nods his head and drops onto the lone chair in the room, the one he had occupied plenty before becoming a Runner, as his eyes stay glued to my frame dancing around the room, gathering necessities.

I’m quick to disinfect his wounds and wrap a bandage around it, not once letting my eyes trail up to his intent gaze. “I’ve never thanked you.” Thomas suddenly speaks, halting my movements as I turn to him. I hum, wordlessly asking for an explanation to his words.

“For letting me do this. I know you’re against it.” His fingers wrap around my wrist and he pulls me towards him, my knee hitting his thigh as he gazes up at me. I grant him a sad smile, my eyes flicking from his intent gaze to his lips.

“The less people I have to visit in the Deadheads the better.” I shrug my shoulders. I had never expected that Thomas would survive for even that long, but Minho briefed me of the amazing manoeuvres he had already pulled.

His arm curls around my waist and he pushes against me, forcing me to drop into his lap. A squeal leaves my lips, my arms thrown around his neck and I grin at him. “What are you doing?” “Let me thank you properly.” Thomas grins and I roll my eyes, although I can’t contain the smile forming onto my lips.

“Don’t you want to? It’s been a while…” Thomas trails off, stopping his words as his lips find my neck. It had indeed been a while and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I missed Thomas’ lingering touches, his warmth against me at night and his groaning while we were at our most vulnerable.

Instead of answering him verbally, I pull him closer by his neck and latch my lips onto his in a passionate, desperate kiss.

As our kiss deepens, Thomas’ hands start roaming wherever he can reach. I squirm on his lap, moving myself to sit properly on his lap, my legs dangling in the air. Thomas’ hands trail to my ass which he cups immediately, a squeeze driving our cores closer together.

I lowly moan against his lips, my fingers tangling into his hair. I’m continuously shifting against the crotch of his khakis, drawing whimpering sounds from the male underneath me. It seems like he can’t take any more of my rubbing and teasing when he abruptly ends the kiss.

“As much as I’d like to take my time with you,” his eyes darken as he gazes over my frame, fingertips dragging over my chest tauntingly before his gaze snaps back up to mine, “I really can’t wait.”

A light-hearted chuckle leaves my lips as I stand up from the chair, beckoning Thomas over with my finger, the smirk never faltering from my lips. I pop the button of my trousers as I keep my gaze transfixed on the male still occupying the lone chair. His eyes are ablaze, his tongue darting out to wet his lips almost continuously.

As I push my pants down my legs, dragging my knickers along with it, Thomas springs into action and raises to his feet in an instant. He groans when I turn around, casting him a smirk accompanied by a wink over my shoulders while beckoning him over. The sound of his own button popping fills the air, along with Thomas’ pants. “The things you do to me.”

My hands are resting on my desk, feeling Thomas’ warm, unclothed torso bump against mine, his boxer shorts roughly rubbing against my ass. His fingertips skim over my clothed chest, lips pressing soft, fluttering kisses against my neck and shoulder. Other than our laboured breathing, the room falls silent as Thomas’ flattened hand presses against the small on my back, forcing me to bend over for him.

His hand drags from the small of my back towards my ass, a light squeeze causing my hips to stutter against his now free erection. “Y/n – I –“ “I know Thomas.” I hear him push his boxers down, a low moan leaving his lips as he, what I presume, pumps his length a few times. I feel his tip push through my folds and I sigh out in anticipation, my breathing hitching as soon as he enters me.

The room is silent other than our skin meeting in rhythmic thrusts, Thomas’ hands roaming along my back and ass, occasionally squeezing it, drawing hitched moans from my lips. I start to grind against him, implicating I needed more, and Thomas almost immediately obliges.

His hips roughly snap against mine, making my upper body shave across my desk and a high-pitched whimper to erupt from within me. He picks up his speed, snapping his hips against mine roughly while his large hands keep me in place. I’m a moaning mess underneath him, feeling my orgasm slowly creeping up on me.

I know he senses it too. One of his hands leave my waist and curls around it to press his fingers against my clit, causing me to drag my nails along my desk as my mouth falls open widely. Thomas is bend over, his body against mine, as his lips leave lingering kisses on my shoulder blade.

“Come on, Y/n. Let go. He almost growls against the shell of my ear and I stutter against him, my eyes squeezing shut as I harshly bite down on my bottom lip. “Thom-“ I can’t finish what I wanted to say as I feel myself crash down, whimpering underneath Thomas as he never wavers the rhythm of his thrusts, still chasing his own orgasm.

It gives me a chance to ride out mine and as soon as I feel his hips stutter against me and Thomas comes, he pulls out and drops onto the chair behind him while I let myself slink down onto the floor, grinning at him. “What are you doing? Come here.” He smiles as he pats his lap, his boxers already pulled up over his hips. I recollect my own knickers and pants, leaving it unbuttoned, as I drop onto Thomas’ lap again.

He groans as I slowly press my lips against him, my thumb pressing into his jaw as I pull him closer. I slowly reopen my eyes, seeing Thomas already beaming brightly at me as he repositions me on his lap. “Is my lady occupied for the rest of the evening?”

I fake contemplating if I had anything to do – which I always had – but grinned deviously nonetheless. “Nothing important that I can’t cancel if something more pressing comes along.”

“I think I might need some more medical care, I’m sure I’ve hurt myself more than I’d like to admit.” His smirk is almost as devious as mine, his teeth scraping along my bottom lip as I wind my arms around his neck, trailing my fingers up into my hair.

“Then I guess I’m playing nurse for the night…” I trail off, giggling loudly as Thomas moans against my neck and bites down on it, leaning forward, which caused me to dangle above the ground, clutching onto Thomas’ neck.

I stand up from his lap, buttoning my pants as I watch him pull his khakis over his firm, round ass. I can’t help myself as I smack it, Thomas immediately turning and staring at me dumbfounded. I shrug my shoulders and before I can say anything, I’m squealing, Thomas throwing me up in the air and over his shoulder.

I’m quickly back on my feet though as his thumb and pointer finger cup my chin, tilting my head up to meet his. “I’ll go grab some quick dinner and see you in your room, yeah?” Thomas grins as he leans down and presses his lips softly, but swiftly to mine before cracking open the door. I hum in response, shooing him out of my shed and I drop onto the chair as soon as he’s out of sight. If letting Thomas go into the maze meant this for me, that I wasn’t too mad about it anymore.

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demented-russian-empress-of-hell · 7 years ago

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A Shred Of Light In A World Of Darkness pt 4

“Newt get your ass off the greenie, we need to go see what this girl knows,” Gally quipped, not bothered by the fact that he had interrupted the two boys, “Come on, Clint and Jeff can only keep her locked in the med hut for so long,”

“Fine, lead the way,” Newt said as he begrudgingly crawled off of Thomas’ lap. He grabbed Thomas’ hand and together they followed Gally over to the med hut.

“Has she said anything?” Newt asked.

“No, she just keeps demanding to see Thomas. Alby is about ready to go in there and shut her up, or at least he was last I saw. What’s up him lately?” Gally asked.

“No bloody clue,”

“You! Greenie! You better have some answers! Because you said you didn’t know who she was, but clearly she knows who you are,” Ably snarled when the trio approached the med hut.

Thomas took a step back, Alby’s anger seemingly like an invisible barrier around him, keeping everyone a respectable distance away. Gally’s hand slid down to rest on the handle of the knife that was hanging from his belt. Newt followed in suit, with how sporadic Alby had been acting earlier, and now this, Newt wasn’t sure if he should trust their leader with such a delicate situation. A few of the other onlookers noticed this and readied themselves in case things took a turn for the worse.

Alby seemed to notice this as well because he backed away from Thomas and took a few deep breaths. Newt relaxed himself slightly and lead Thomas around Alby and over to the med hut, never once taking his eyes off Alby until he and Thomas were both safely inside the hut. Safe from Alby, but once Newt closed the door a knife flew past his face and embedded itself in the wood.

“The bloody fuck?” Newt asked turning to face the girl who was holding another knife, looking ready to lunge and sink the blade into Thomas or himself.

“Who are you? I asked for Thomas, not some blond, British, beanpole,” she scowled at Newt.

“Hey, hey, calm down, I’m Thomas,” Thomas began.

“I know that, I’m not blind,” she snapped, “That’s not my point, who is he, and why is he here?”

“I’m Newt, I’m second-in-command here, now will you just put the knife down so we can have a calm discussion about what the fuck is going on?”

The girl cautiously lowered the knife but didn’t release it, still not entirely sure of whether or not to trust Newt. Newt just sighed, knowing that was probably the best he was going to get. Thomas spared a glance to the blond and gave a short nod. Newt returned the gesture and followed the dark haired boy’s lead as they slowly moved to sit on the bed opposite the girl.

“Look, you seem to know who I am, but I have no idea who you are, so want to enlighten us?” Thomas asked, figuring it would be better if he did the talking.

“Tom, you don’t remember me, I’m hurt,” She mocked, tone harsher than it was meant to be because of the stress of the situation, “Sorry, but you seriously don’t remember me?”

Thomas shook his head in the negative, “Should I?”

“Well it’s not like we practically grew up together or anything. I guess they really did a full wipe on you,” She ended, a sad smile gracing her pale face.

“Look you seem to have a lot of answers, so I would appreciate if you could do your little reunion or whatever this is later and start telling us what you know,” Newt quipped, not really sure why he was feeling so hostile towards the girl.

“Fine,” she started with a dark glare at Newt, “My name is Teresa, and unfortunately, blondie, I can’t clearly remember most of what happened before I woke up here. Just bits and pieces, flashes of conversations, but I don’t think I have the answers you want,” She snapped at Newt.

“Hey, calm down you two. You guys don’t even know each other, so don’t start hating just yet,” Thomas said in attempt to bring peace back into the picture. Newt let out a quiet growl but otherwise remained silent.

“You said something about me being wiped, what did you mean by that?” Thomas asked, the only one of three not glaring at the others.

“They did it to everybody before sending them into the maze,”

“Maze?” Thomas asked, forgetting that Newt had mentioned the maze when he was showing Thomas around.

“Yes maze, seriously Tom, haven’t you even once questioned where you were?” Teresa asked, though not surprised by Thomas’ cluelessness.

“Uh… I’ve been a bit preoccupied,” Thomas answered, nervously running a hand through his hair and finding the floor increasingly more interesting. Newt chuckled from beside him and slipped his hand into Thomas’, hoping to give some sort of reassurance.

“Preoccupied? What the hell is there to be preoccupied with in this shit-hole? And you!” she turned to Newt, “Why didn’t you tell him about the maze? If you’re the second-in-command shouldn’t you have told him where he is? What the fuck have you been doing for the past two days?” Teresa raged, anger rising with each word.

“Look, Teresa, I’m sorry I don’t remember you! But unless you can give us something more substantial to work with we’re leaving, we have better things to do than sit here and listen to you berate us,” Thomas snapped. He pulled Newt up from the bed and began walking towards the door.

Teresa huffed in annoyance, “Fine, I’ll tell you what I can, but it’s not much,”

“Anything is better than nothing,” Thomas prompted sitting back down on the bed.

“Well to start this place is just a giant maze, and you,” she pointed at Thomas, “and I had something to do with it’s creation. It’s part of a series of trials, I think. And I was sent to be the trigger,”

“Trigger? Bloody hell does that mean?” Newt asked.

“I don’t know. But my guess is it’s probably not good,”

They were interrupted by Gally slamming the door open, looking frantic, “Alby’s gone into the maze,”

“Shit! Why the shuck would he go into the maze? Why didn’t you stop him?” Newt asked, brow furrowed in agitation.

“I don’t know why he did it, he just kept muttering something about finding answers. And I did try to stop him, but the look in his eye and the fact that he was holding his bow drawn- I was more concerned with not getting killed,” Gally retorted.

“Fuck, bloody fucking shit. Go get the keepers, we need to have a gathering, a real one, tell them to be ready in ten minutes,” Newt commanded. Gally nodded and left the med hut to do as told.

“What do we do? Isn’t one of your rules; Never leave the Glade, unless you’re a runner? Alby isn’t a runner is he?” Thomas queried.

There’s not much we can do ‘cept hope a runner will find him and bring him back in one piece. As for being a runner, well since Alby is the leader, and since he was the first one here, he technically is a runner. But he hasn’t gone out into the maze in for-bloody-ever,”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,”

“Now you two,” Newt started, pointing and both Thomas and Teresa, “Are going to be at the gathering, because at least one of you might be able to help us, whether I like it or not,” Newt gave Teresa a pointed look. With that Newt stalked out of the room, most likely to gather his thoughts before the gathering. Thomas went to follow after the blond but Teresa grabbed his wrist, stopping his pursuit.

“Tom, what the hell?” Teresa snapped, “You seriously don’t remember me, what we did, why you’re here, why we’re all here? And what the fuck is with blondie? What’s got his panties in a twist?”

“No, I don’t remember you, and I’m not sure I want to. As for Newt, he’s just frustrated, ever since you showed up a few hours ago, I guess things have been going to hell,” Thomas stated bluntly, “Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go find Newt and talk about, a lot,” Thomas ended with a sigh, he then ripped his arm out of Teresa’s grasp, turned heel, and left a very shocked and confused girl behind.

It didn’t take Thomas long to find Newt, the blond was sitting under a tree not too far from the med hut. Thomas didn’t say anything, just plopping down to join Newt in the cool shade. Newt looked over at the brunette, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Thomas felt his heart skip a beat, even under all the stress Newt still looked adorable. Newt’s smile broadened as he saw the blush spread across Thomas’ cheeks.

“What’s going through that dense head of yours Tommy?” Newt teased.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing, I just can’t believe I’ve only been here what, two, two and half days? And it feels like it’s been forever, you know?” Thomas answered looking out at the Glade.

“Yeah, I know what you mean, your appearance really spiced things up around here,” Newt smirked, “But we can’t dwell on that right now, got a gathering to go to,” Newt stood up, offered his hand to Thomas, and together they made their way to the gathering hall.

They entered the gathering hall, most of the keepers were already there, Gally and Winston were still absent, and Teresa was also missing. It wasn’t long before Gally arrived, dragging Winston in with him. But Teresa was still nowhere to be seen.

“Did we tell her where to go?” Thomas asked.

“No,” Newt said, after a few minutes, “Did you?”

“No, I was more worried about you, you seemed a little stressed,” Thomas admitted quietly so no one other than Newt could hear.

“Clint, go get the girl, she seems to know something about this place and if that’s true I want her to answer questions,” Newt ordered. Clint gave a small salute and went off to retrieve the girl.

“While we wait for them we can get started by discussing the Alby issue,”

“He went into the maze, looking ready to kill anybody that got in his way, what is there to discuss?” Winston asked.

“Alby has been our leader ever since the beginning, since he was the first one to be shoved in here. He deserves to be heard out at least,” Newt countered, “That doesn’t mean that we won’t punish him for this, but we should take these facts into consideration. Now can anyone tell me exactly what happened with Alby?”

“After you and the greenie went to talk with the girl, Alby stormed off. Nobody followed him. He was pretty pissed, and I for one, did not want to be the one he took it out on. I guess he off to the weapons shed and got his bow and a knife or something, because the next thing I know Alby was marching to the doors, bow drawn, and knife and sword strapped to his belt,” Zart recalled.

“Right, well,” Newt was cutoff when Clint returned with Teresa in tow. She sent a glare at Newt, still not trusting him, and sat down beside Thomas.

“Now that we’re all here, let’s move on to the other matter at hand,”

“What other matter?” Frypan spoke up.

“This girl here says she knows a bit about how we all got here, what here is, and all that fun klunk,” Newt answered, “And now she’s gonna tell you all what she told me and Tommy,”

“Tommy? I thought you hated that name?” Teresa snorted at Thomas, “And what makes you think I’m going to tell these guys anything? You haven’t answered any of my questions, why should I answer yours?”

Everyone fell silent at her outburst. Even Gally, the most most menacing out of the group, seemed just a bit put off by the girl’s fury.

“Teresa, you’re stuck just like the rest of us, might as well try to do something useful, and not just pout about the fact that I don’t remember you like you want me to,” Thomas criticized.

“Fine,” and with that Teresa recounted everything she had told Newt and Thomas.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that there is a way to get out of here?” Frypan asked, very skeptical of what he had just been told.

“Yes,” she said.

“Ain’t no way out girlie, I’ve been running that maze since I got here, and I haven’t seen no shucking exit. Unless there’s something else you’re not telling us,” A deep voice came from the back of the room.

“Minho, you’re back early,” Newt commented. Thomas turned around to see who Newt was talking to. Minho was tall and well built, obviously consistently running through the maze helped keep him shape. His dark hair had a wind blown look to it, and his dark eyes were locked on Teresa.

“Yes I’m sure,” Teresa retorted, “If I knew any more I would tell you,”

“Uh-huh, sure you would. But if you think there is a way out, follow me,” Minho started to the door.

“Minho wait,” Newt called out.

“What?”

“You didn’t happen to see Alby out there did you?”

“No, why would I see Alby in the maze?”

“I’ll explain as you take us to where ever you’re going to take us,” Newt told him.

“Okay, who’s all coming? I’m not taking all you shanks with me,” Minho asked.

“Just myself, Thomas, and the girl,” Newt answered. Minho seemed to accept that and went to lead the group to a small building out in the more wooded area of the Glade.

“Be careful and don’t touch anything,” Minho said as he unlocked the door, “Don’t need you shanks shucking up all my hard work. Alby really did that? Shit,”

“Yeah, it’s been a day, a long fucking day, and it isn’t over yet,” Newt sighed, “but this isn’t a bloody slumber party, we’ve got work to do,”

Nobody knew what happened next, one moment Thomas was standing besides Newt, looking just as normal as the day he arrived, the next he was on the floor clutching his head in pain.

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You Be the Anchor that Keeps My Feet on the Ground (Ch. 3) | Newt x Reader

Summary: The reader is dealing with the aftermath of the new rule on top of her obligation to go and watch her attacker’s banishment. Her and Newt continue to grow closer and closer.

Warnings: Banishment/sexual assault mention Word count: 3,234

A/N: This chapter is more fluffy and I was smiling like a schoolgirl writing most of the parts. Again, I’m aiming for only about 2-3 more chapters unless I get some requests that might make it longer. My ask is always open for this and future imagines!

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

After the meeting, I head directly to the gardens to start my new job. Zart smiles timidly at me and asks me to start weeding around the crops, as long as I don’t mind. I roll my eyes and sigh as I get to work. I knew the new rule was going to make things a little bit weirder, but I really did not expect it to start happening that quickly. It’s almost as if anyone who talks to me is afraid to have a target on their back now.

“Hey, love,” Newt announces as he comes up behind me in the gardens.

I’m startled a little by his sudden and quiet arrival, but I recover quickly before turning and looking up to meet his eyes, hoping he didn’t notice. I have to let what happened with Ivan go, before I become nothing but a scared shell that everyone feels they need to tip-toe around. I fought so hard for so long to be treated like all of the other guys, and I’ll be damned if I let him take that away from me.

“Hi, Newt,” I answer, smiling.

He’s still managing to get around very well on just one crutch, and he seems to only use it as an afterthought. I admire his strength, and it makes me want to be strong too.

He kneels down on the ground next to me and starts pulling at weeds too. “Mind if I help?”

I groan. “Listen, Newt, I really appreciate your help yesterday. I know I was an absolute wreck, and I still am pretty shaken up, but Alby has already relocated my job and my living arrangements, as well as given me around-the-clock supervision… If you guys keep treating me like I’m weak, that’s how I’m going to look to the other Gladers and what happened yesterday will happen again.”

“You’re absolutely right, (Y/N),” Newt agrees, “But I’m not here to babysit you, or because I think you can’t handle pulling out some weeds on your own. I’m here because my new job is working in the gardens too.”

“Really?” I ask, both excited that I get to spend every day with him again, but suspicious of why he was placed in the same job as me, on the same day.

“Yes. And it’s not because of you, it’s actually because I was a Track-hoe before Minho picked me to be a Runner. Obviously, due to recent events, I can no longer run the maze.”

My heart drops a little. “How are you doing, by the way?”

He smiles at me and returns to work. “Much better, (Y/N). Much better.”

“Good,” I answer him happily as I return to my own area of weeds.

–

As Newt and I sit down at lunch, I can tell that a lot of the Gladers are feeling the same way Zart did towards me. They avoid any eye contact, and Gally even let me cut in front of him to get food, no matter how many times I told him it was okay. My appetite is suddenly gone and I just pull Newt’s hoodie around myself tighter, feeling dozens of eyes on me.

Of course, the blonde-haired boy notices this and asks what’s wrong.

“Why aren’t you afraid to be near me?” I ask instead of answering his question.

He just furrows his eyebrows and stares at me, lost for words.

I gesture to the boys sitting around us, but he only continues to look at me in confusion.

“They’re all acting like I have the black plague.”

Slight recognition graces his face but he still seems un-phased by the situation. “I think they’re just trying to give you space, given what Shuckface did to you.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s because of that stupid new rule. They’re probably all scared if they make me mad I’ll tell Alby and have them banished or something.”

“(Y/N), that rule is for your protection. It’s not stupid,” he says, looking hurt by my comment.

“Well, I think it’s stupid. And who is Alby to decide if I can or can’t have any kind of romantic relationship with anyone?”

Newt’s eyebrows raise at me and a cheeky grin appears on his face. “Someone you have in mind there, (Y/N)?”

“Oh, bugger off,” I say, my cheeks heating up. “What happened last night scared the klunk out of me, but I still need to be able to live my life here. It’s going to be hard to do that if you’re the only person who will talk to me.”

“Would that be so terrible?” he jokes.

I laugh in response, but on the inside, I know that if Newt were the only person I talked to for the rest of my life, I’d be a little more than okay with it.

My mind suddenly goes back to the other important topic of the Gathering this morning. “Ivan’s banishment is in a few hours.”

Newt sighs. “You don’t have to go if you don’t feel up to it.”

I just shrug, staring down at my uneaten food. “A person is going to die because of me.”

“(Y/N),” Newt says but I just twirl my food around with my fork, until he says my name more sternly and grabs my hand, which I initially want to pull out of his grasp but I remind myself that it’s Newt and he won’t hurt me. “He’s going to die because he’s a bloody Slinthead. And trust me when I say this: if I hadn’t gotten there in time, I would have killed him myself.”

Tears burn my eyes but I blink them back as I smile at the sweet boy in front of me. I look longingly into his chocolate orbs and think of everything we had been through in just a short amount of time, and how much he’s come to mean to me as well.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Newt asks quietly.

“How a life without you in it would be so pointless.”

His cheeks redden slightly as he smiles and looks down at the table. “That was me before you came and put me back together.”

“Not very well, though. Your poor ankle…” I joke at my lousy job at tying the splint tight enough that will result in him having a slight limp.

His eyes find mine again and all humor is gone. “A reminder of why I need you in my life.”

We stare at each other for who knows how long, until I realize most of the Gladers are gone and we have to get back to work.

Newt notices this too and we just smile at each other, an unspoken agreement to pick this conversation up at a different time, as we get ready to head back to the gardens.

–

Newt must sense my anxiety as it gets closer and closer to sunset because he spends the next few hours trying to get my mind off of it by asking hundreds of questions.

“I guess I would say (Y/F/C),” I answer when he asks my favorite color. “Yours?”

He gives another cheeky smile as he looks into my eyes. “Recently I’ve been really digging (Y/E/C).”

I roll his favorite color at him and try to think of my own question. “Do you think you ever owned a pet?”

“I have this odd sense that I once had a dog. I can imagine taking it to the park and throwing a ball around. You?”

I grab my tiny sketch book from my pants pocket and open to a random page, showing him the contents. It’s a black and white cat, which I draw on almost every page. At first, I thought I was just drawing it because I was bored, but the markings always stay the same and the name ‘Cookie’ always comes to mind while I’m drawing it.

He takes the book from me and flips through a few more pages. “Wow, (Y/N), these are great. You’re really talented.”

“Thank you,” I tell him, grabbing the book back and stuffing it into my pocket, relieved that I resisted the urge to draw a certain second-in-command on more than one occasion.

“Seriously. You should do a cartoon page in the Glader Gazette,” he says and winks at me and I laugh despite it being a rather sad memory.

“I really do think we should get that going. We can just ask W.I.C.K.E.D. to send us up a type-writer. It would seriously boost morale around here.”

He chuckles. “I think we should worry about basic necessities like soap and medicine, but yeah, a typewriter could be a close third.”

I pretend to sniff myself and make a disgusted face. “What? You don’t like the smell of a hard worker?”

He playfully scrunches his nose up and I run after him trying to rub my dirty shirt in his face as he tries to push me away.

We end up falling over because he doesn’t have his crutch and I’m a huge klutz, and we lie on the ground laughing so hard it hurts.

“You do seriously stink though,” he teases.

“Well I only went one night without showering. You forget, Newt, that you went weeks while you were in the Med-jacks.”

He laughs again. “My hair looked really good though, didn’t it?”

“It did,” I agree, giggling. “It did look really good.”

We lie on the ground another moment or so when Alby calls for the Keepers to gather for the banishment, and my happy mood is ruined again.

I feel Newt look over at me while I continue to stare at the sky, the fake sun lowering quickly.

“You don’t have to do this, (Y/N).”

I nod my head as I consider it again. It would be so easy to just head to the showers and wash up while the banishment goes on and then join everyone at Fry’s after. But then I remember that I want to be strong, like Newt, so I start getting up and turn to help my injured friend do the same. I grab his crutch that’s leaning against the tomato cage and hand it to him.

“Let’s get this over with,” I say gravely and he nods his head in return as we make our way to the north maze doors.

There are six long poles with sticks tied horizontally at the end for the two leaders: Alby and Newt, and for four of the Keepers: Zart, Winston, Frypan and Gally. Newt is the last to get there, and hands me his crutch so he can grab his pole.

Twelve other Gladers have spears and stand on the sides of the maze doors while the leaders and Keepers stand in front, waiting for Ivan.

Almost all of the Gladers gather around; a lot of them giving me sympathetic smiles and some even come over and tell me they’re sorry or that I am so brave for being there. It really makes me feel like I can get through this okay.

Eventually Ivan comes into view, his hands tied behind his back while Minho has a hold of his shirt and pulls him into the center of the poles and spears. His nose is obviously broken as it is almost completely turned to the right side and dark, dried blood is all over his face, neck and shirt, including the blood Newt said poured from his ears. He also has a black eye and several gashes around his left cheek.

“Ivan,” Alby speaks, “for your crime of breaking the second rule of not harming another Glader, you are sentenced to banishment. Do you have any final words?”

His eyes travel around all the Gladers gathered, until finally landing on me. The eye contact between us makes me nauseous but I hold my ground and remind myself to be strong.

“You were worth it, sweet cheeks,” he says to me with a disgusting smirk on his face but I only stare back at him, my eyes squinting in anger.

“Do you want me to use your face to break my other bloody crutch?” Newt yells, starting to run forward but Alby grabs his arm, pulling him back and giving him a knowing look that says to behave.

“Don’t worry, Newt. I was only borrowing her for a few minutes. She can be your slut again.”

Newt looks at Alby, a crazed expression on his face that says he wants very badly to do something stupid, but then the booming that warns the closing of the doors sounds throughout the Glade and Alby is yelling at everyone to move forward.

Newt is on him with his pole first, nearly knocking him to the ground with how hard he pushes. Ivan’s face finally shows fear of his upcoming fate as his eyes silently plead to everyone around, but no one seems the least bit compassionate as they continue to guide him into the maze as the doors come nearer to their close.

Once he’s right outside the walls, Newt’s pole gives him his last good push so that he has to fully enter the maze so as to not be crushed by the doors. When the doors are fully shut and Ivan’s shouts can no longer be heard, everyone looks around at each other.

The only other banishment the Gladers ever held was George’s, after he had gotten stung by a Griever and was going through the Changing. He became a danger to the population so we had no choice but to send him into the maze. Afterwards, there were a lot of grave expressions and guilty consciences as we all wondered what more we could have done.

Now, however, everyone just looks relieved that it’s over.

Newt leans his pole against the wall and hobbles over towards me, and I meet him halfway to give him his crutch back, but he pushes it away like it’s the last thing on his mind and pulls me into a hug, settling his face in my hair. This time, I don’t even flinch from the contact. It’s like the doors closing on Ivan officially cut off the fear of intimacy again.

“Are you okay, love?” he askes.

“Honestly? I am.”

He pulls away and looks into my eyes, searching for a sign that I am just trying to act stronger than I feel, but I’m not lying. I don’t blame the maze, or even the Creators, for what happened. People like Ivan exist all over the world, trying to make others feel like they’re objects and not human beings. I was just as likely to be in the same situation outside of the Glade. But I realize, because of Ivan, and even more so because of Newt, how strong I really am and how important my life is.

He smiles and finally grabs his crutch from me. “Dinner?”

“I’ll meet you there. Someone told me earlier that I smelled so I should really hit the showers,” I retort.

“Oh, good. That means the flies won’t be joining us as well,” he jokes and I hit his arm playfully before I walk in the direction of the bath house.

‘He’s going to be the death of me,’ I think casually, before it hits me that he might actually be the death of me because of the new rule.

I shrug and decide I really don’t care.

–

After dinner, Newt and I find ourselves nonchalantly strolling over into the Deadheads, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

“What job do you think you’d have if you didn’t live here?” he asks me.

I smile, as this is a question I’ve answered in my head before. “I think I’d be a teacher. I can’t remember any specific children in my life, but I feel like I would love to work around them. I just think their carelessness and innocence would be so refreshing.”

“I can see that,” Newt responds, smiling at me. “Yeah, you’re so great with everyone, like, such a people person… I can see you being an amazing teacher, (Y/N).”

My heart just soars some more, as it seems to do every time we talk. “Thanks, Newt. How about you?”

“A firefighter. I always liked the idea of saving people. I guess it’s why I was so miserable here for such a long time. I felt like I was no good to anyone.”

“I totally disagree with that,” I tell him, stopping us in our tracks so I can look into his eyes. “You ran into that maze for a year and a half, every day without fail, risking your life for everyone in the Glade. You’re a hero in my books.”

He seems to consider this for awhile, biting on the inside of his cheek as his gaze goes between me and the grass until he eventually smiles brightly at me. “Thanks, love. That means a lot.”

We look into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, just smiling at one another in comfortable silence until some sort of confidence finds its way into me and I find myself asking, “Do you think you’d have a girlfriend? Outside the Glade?”

His cheeks go pink. “I would hope so.”

I raise my eyebrow at him, as a small gust of wind comes by and I shiver, pulling his jacket tighter around me. He notices, and runs his hands up and down my arms which causes me to blush hard.

His voice comes out as a whisper, “I think she would have (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair and (Y/E/C) eyes, and would be the sweetest yet strongest person I know. She would be beautiful even when she’s dirty and smelly and would make the world seem like rainbows and sunshine even on the grayest of days.”

I smile so hard my face hurts and I feel happy tears prick my eyes. “Well I think I would have a boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, grinning.

“He’d have blue eyes and red hair and wouldn’t make fun of me for smelling bad.”

Newt chuckles and pulls me into a hug, still warming up my arms.

I whisper in his ear, much more seriously, “No, I’m kidding. He would actually have shaggy blonde hair and chocolate-colored eyes and the cutest accent. He would be the most caring and loving person, who deserves more love and care than anyone else on the planet. And I would literally risk my life to feel what it’s like to be with him.”

His arms still from their warming motions halfway through my talking and by the time I’m done, he’s pulled back and staring into my eyes as if he can see my soul. His eyes briefly glance to my lips and I only nod slightly before he leans down and kisses me so softly it almost feels like it didn’t happen. We pull back, staring at each other a moment before I grab hold of his shirt and pull him down more forcefully. He smiles at my eagerness into the kiss, but I can’t help myself as my hands go straight into his hair and his find their way to my waist.

We pull back after a minute and lean our foreheads together, so immersed in each other that we don’t see a certain Glader watching us from behind a tree.

To be continued.

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