#tmr thomas x reader insert

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) Imagine: He Protects You

It can be dangerous, especially for the only girl in the Glade.

Warnings: Guys being creeps in the Glade (nothing graphic), bullying, the Maze, danger.

. . .Thomas. . .

It’s a beautiful evening in the Glade.  You’re walking straight along the treeline on your way to run a final errand for Alby at the end of the day.  The sun is no longer visible, as it already descended far enough to be blocked by the walls.

Suddenly, you get the creeps.  It was hard to explain, but you feel goosebumps bloom along your skin, and you get the distinct feeling that you’re not alone.  The lovely glow of the bonfire is in your field of vision, but it’s so far away. It’s where most of the guys are gathered.  You can hear their distant whoops and hollers, reminding you that help is far away too.

A twig snaps, and your suspicions are confirmed.  There’s a figure following several feet behind you, lurking in the shadows cast from the trees above.

So, you veer off your original path to draw closer to the homestead where there would hopefully be someone who hadn’t made it to the bonfire yet.  Whoever it was must have caught on to what you were doing because they instantly pick up their pace.  You begin to hurry, increasing your speed so that they can’t catch you before you make it to what you hope will be a haven of safety.

Your heart is pounding, and your chest heaving with panicked breaths as you finally make it to the homestead.  

“Hello?” you call frantically.  

Suddenly, Thomas appears.  He sees your nervous state immediately, his hand taking yours.  But then his eyes lock onto something behind you, and he moves right past you to intercept your pursuer, effectively blocking them from you.

“What’s going on?” he demands.  Your follower is frozen to the spot, stuttering, failing miserably to offer up some sort of explanation.  Thomas steps forward, towering over the guy.  It’s plain to see that he is furious.  His forearms flex and his jaw is clenched.  You can hear his angry breaths as he speaks again.  “That’s what I thought.  Now, get out of here.”

As soon as the guy is gone, Thomas turns around to face you.  His close presence eases your fearful state when he steps into your space, filling your nose with his scent. “You okay?” he asks gently.

You manage a nod.

“We’re going to tell Alby right away.  This isn’t going to happen to you again.  Come here…” He carefully pulls you into his arms for an embrace, as if you’ll break apart if he’s too sudden. You bury your face in his chest, breathing a sigh of relief.  His heartbeat is close to your ears, like a lullaby.

“Thank you…” you whispered.

. . . Newt . . .

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The teasing, the taunts… The inability of certain individuals to just leave you alone.  Ever since you’d rejected him, Allan had made it his life’s mission to make your existence in the Glade all the more difficult.

Most recently, he had purposely bumped into you at lunchtime so that your meal was spilled all over your clothes and onto the ground.  Resources were limited in the Glade.  It was understood that wastefulness wouldn’t be tolerated.  You couldn’t afford to lose food or have clothing ruined.  Fortunately, your clothes would be fine after a wash, but the discarded food was a different story.

You dab at your tank top with a washcloth and pause to look at your reflection in the mirror.  It was all too easy to recall how quickly you’d reached your limit after Allan’s ridiculous ploy.  Your face is still wet from crying, eyes puffy, and lips parted as you took deep breaths.

There’s no use crying over spilled milk, you thought. Or in my case, spilled lunch.

After composing yourself, you decide it’s time to go back out there and face the music. You toss the damp rag aside and march determinedly out of the empty washroom.  To your surprise, you smack right into another individual coming in.  You instantly recognize the blonde hair and grumbles of complaint as he reels from the collision.

“Oi, shank, watch where you’re going-”  Newt quickly realizes it’s you and clamps his mouth shut, extending his hands to each of your shoulders to steady you gently.  He takes in the sight of your tear-stained face with his eyes showing clear concern.  “Hey, what’s gotten into you?”

“Oh, just… Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Newt looks far from convinced, and you lower your gaze.  He’s about to inquire further, but a familiar voice sounds from outside the washroom.

“Hey, _______!” Allan calls tauntingly, making you freeze up.  “How’s it going in there?”

Newt’s eyes instantly flash, and his face scrunches up anger.  You can hardly believe it when Allan continues.

“Sorry about my clumsiness earlier.  Maybe I can make it up to you.  Come on out before I go in there!”

Newt can’t contain himself anymore.  He turns on his heel and heads out of the washroom, and you follow behind just to see the look on Allan’s face when he realizes he’s been caught.

It is so worth it.  Allan’s stupid grin falls hard into a look of horror as the Second-in-Command approaches him furiously.  He doesn’t lay a hand on him, but he looks like he’s awfully close when he jabs a pointer finger in his direction.

“If I ever catch you bothering her, or even breathing in her general direction again, you’ll be a permanent Slopper for the rest of your time here in the Glade.  Do you understand, shank?”

Allan nods quickly, and doesn’t even wait to be dismissed.  He just hurries away, leaving you and Newt both standing there watching him flee.

“Coward,” he mumbles.  Then, Newt turns to you, resting a hand on your arm in a comforting gesture.  “I mean it, you know.  He’ll never bother you again.”

. . . Minho . . .

It’s hard not to panic when you glance up and can no longer see the sun above you. It’s the end of the day, and you’re nearly out of time.  The lightning pain that shoots through your ankle suddenly just becomes too much.  You lean against one of the ivy-covered walls and exhale.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it,” you say aloud, and the words weigh heavily on you.  You mentally scold yourself.  You can’t afford to think that way.  A Runner knows better.  With a wince, you continue limping on your way.  It’s not that the exit from the Maze isn’t close.  If memory serves you right (which it did), it wasn’t too far at all… but at your pace, it would take a lot of effort and some good luck to get you back in time.

Just when you are about to give up again, you hear footsteps rapidly approaching.  Your first thought is that perhaps your cowardly companion had a change of heart, but the footsteps didn’t match.

“Hello?” you call.

“_________!” Minho’s voice responds, and your heart swells with hope.  You aren’t out of the woods just yet, but your chances were much better with help. Minho nearly slides to a stop in front of you, instantly taking your arm and putting it around his broad shoulders to help you up.  There is no time to stop and compare notes, so you update him as he begins helping you back along the path.

“I sprained my ankle.” You hold onto Minho like he’s your lifeline as you push through the pain to keep up with his pace.  He’s right to go so fast.  Time is running out.

“Where’s Derek?” he asks with a grunt.

“He…he left me,” you gasp in pain.  “I think he was worried he wouldn’t make it out in time if he helped me.”

Minho goes quiet for a moment, and you can practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves.  His eyes are focused straight ahead at the path, and he huffs.  Finally, he bites out a sarcastic comment. “I think it’s safe to say that he’s getting demoted from being a Runner.”

You keep talking, trying to distract the both of you from the familiar groan of the Maze walls shifting.  “Why did you come out here?”

“Because it was getting late in the day, and no one had seen you,” he pants.  “Usually, you check in with me right away.  I knew something had to be wrong.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

You continue limping with all your might toward the gate, feeling your heart jump, as the walls on either side begin their agonizingly slow crawl to a close.  There’s a small group standing on the other side, ushering you both out anxiously.  It was mostly Keepers, a select few who had been informed of the problem by Minho.

The two of you fell onto the green grass, gasping for breath, while the others surrounded you.  Alby knelt down beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder.  You just let yourself breathe, tears welling up in your eyes from relief.

“So it’s true?” Gally questioned, brows raised.  “Derek left her in there.” “Yes,” Minho replied, sitting up.  “And he will face the consequences.”  He looked over at you, finally catching his breath.  “You’re safe now.”

. . . Gally . . .

James had been haunting your steps for far too long.  He was always there, always hanging around, and sometimes showing up at the most alarming of instances.  What could be done about it?  It wasn’t as if he’d taken severe enough action to warrant disciplinary measures, you thought.  He was only ever seen staring at you, smirking, and just being an all-around jerk at times.

This time, he’d snatched your tools away from your working station while your back was turned. After uncovering a particularly tough old root, you turned around to get a spade to chop it up, only to see that your things were gone.

A few laughs caught your attention, and you glanced over to see James and one of his shadows standing there, staring at you from several feet away.  You couldn’t say for certain, but it seemed like they had something to do with your missing tools.

So, now you’re debating with yourself on the best course of action.  Do you ignore him and try to rustle up some extra tools from Newt or Zart?  Or do you bother to give this shank the attention he’s so desperately seeking to get your stuff back?

You don’t really like the latter option.  Frankly, James gives you the creeps. The last thing you want is to play his little game… But every minute that you spend deliberating is wasted time that could be put towards helping the Glade.

As much as you despise indulging him, you find yourself marching right over to his work area.  Both James and his minion are laughing in amusement, shoving each other at the sight of you approaching.

“Do you know where my tools went?” you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I might,” James replies cryptically.  “And I might be willing to strike up a bargain for that information.”

You fold your arms across your chest.  “What could you possibly want?”

“Ohh, I don’t know…Perhaps a kiss will do.”

You make a face as the disgust hits you.  “Seriously?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“Yeah, that’s going to be a ‘no’ for me.”  You wave off the concept, turning around.  You decided that your best bet is to find some spare tools.  This just wasn’t worth all the trouble.  Just as you start to leave, James comes running around to block you.

“Hey now, I didn’t say you could go.”

“Yeah, you might want to think about his offer,” James’ lackey said from behind you.  The two of them close in, and you clench your fists in preparation to fight.  If you make enough commotion, you’re sure that someone will notice and come to your aid.

You give him one last chance.  “Let me pass.”

“Come on, just one kiss.  Unless you want more than one after that-” to your relief, James is cut off by a new voice interjecting.

“What’s going on here?” The three of you turn to see Gally standing there, sweating from whatever project he was working on,with dirt and wood shavings on his clothes.  His expression looks expectant as he waits for an explanation, though his tall and bulky form makes him appear positively dangerous as he stares the two guys down with his hands resting on his hips.

“I, uh.. We…”  They break off in stutters and fumbled words.

“I’m fairly certain they have my tools,” you say, and Gally’s famous arched brows raise at the two guys in disbelief.

“Is that so?” As Gally walks forward, he plants his palms harshly on James’ shoulder, shoving him clear out of the way. James stumbles unceremoniously, almost falling straight into the grass.  Gally walks over to the bench and pauses.  He picks up a bundle of leather and tosses it to you, the tools rattling inside.  “Are those yours?”

You recognize it immediately.  “Yes, these are the ones.”

“You shanks had better never even speak to her again.  Understand?” He stares at each of them pointedly with all the authority of a Keeper, and they both nod.  With that, Gally walks up to you and ushers you away with a warm, gentle hand on your back protectively.

“Your timing was impeccable,” you say quietly.  “Thank you.”

“They won’t bother you again.  I’ll make sure of it.”

“I think you already have,” you chuckle.

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

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THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺🥺

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀💀

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

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[daintylovers]

back on my thomas (tmr) shit.

i think thomas would hate hate hateeeeee being ignored. he's an attention whore by heart, feeds off of having eyes on him. and after he meets you, it only gets worse. cause now, if he doesn't have your attention, he's either making a fool of himself to get it or is talking to someone about it. i mean fuck, newt has every reason to hate you at this point lmfao.

but it's not just that. no, because when you blatantly ignore him, brush him off, for example, his heart hurts. he would never do that to you, so why would you? but he doesn't stay sad for long, he gets bitter. cause yeah, if he did that to you, you would be furious. but thomas isn't an angry guy, so bitter fits better.

thomas is burning embers, not insane flames. sure he can get to that point, but a smolder is usually more his speed. festering anger before a climax. sorry, i mean before your climax.

he can't help himself, he's just a boy after all. so when you ignore him, he makes it his personal mission to rile you up. get your heart rate going so that you give him the attention he so desperately craves. I'm talking he's getting in your space and disrespecting your job type shit. he's one big distraction, and you don't take it lightly. you try to just push him away again, but when he yanks you back to your spot, your resolve breaks.

immediately you are dragging the ill-intended boy to your room and promptly screaming at him. cause wtf?? you were trying to work, doesn't he understand that. and he's grinning ear to ear because yes you finally are focused on him. yipee!!!

you don't even realize what he's accomplished until the two of you are making out. it's an intense, almost teeth-knashing type of passion. you push him onto your cot and the smile hasn't left his face.

you're a dick, you know that right? you question, removing your top. and his hands are immediately on your bare waist, traveling up to cup your breasts.

i know, i'm sorry baby. but i missed you, wanted to see if you missed me too. he pulls you to lie on top of him, slotting his knee between your legs.

fuck off and at that, he flips you two, so he's on top.

fuck off, don't you mean fuck me? he laughs, bending down to plant kisses on your neck.

you angle your jaw up, reveling in his touch, yeah fuck you

well if you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask. you don't have to play games or anything. you just roll your eyes at his antics, pulling at his hair, pushing him further to where you want him to go.

thomas always gets his way. even if he has to work a little extra and piss a few people off to get it.

[harringtonstilinski]

Got The Girl - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Thomas Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1,429 Warnings: angst, fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since August. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Thomas and Stiles Stilinski were your best friends. You, honestly, couldn’t see your life without them. The three of you had met in the 8th grade in a class you all had together, and the rest is history. Granted, it’s been about three years since then, but you still couldn’t see your life without them. 

The three of you were now in your Junior year of high school; Stiles was off doing his supernatural thing with Scott and his pack, Thomas was with his crew that had Newt and Minho in it, and you were hanging out with whichever twin had the most time for you… which had been Thomas here lately.

Well, he was there for you for a while until he started hanging out with Teresa and Brenda, both of which you caught him sucking face with. Granted, it was at a party and he was a little drunk at the time, but still. Your heart shattered as you watched. You didn’t want to watch, but it was kinda hard to look away.

You cried on Stiles’ shoulder that night, falling asleep with him in his bed. Thomas had walked into Stiles’ room, thinking it was his in his drunken state, seeing the two of you cuddled on his twins bed. He sobered up at that point, his heart shattering.

You and Thomas had crushes on each other, but never acted on it. Scott McCall, Stiles’ best friend since the age of four, could smell the chemosignals on the two of you, with him being a True Alpha werewolf and all.

He talked to Stiles about it a few times, the latter not really wanting to hear about his twin brother’s crush on his other best friend. Everytime Scott brought it up, Stiles shut it down.

Thomas, on the other hand, talked to Newt and Minho about you all the time. It was like he never shut up about you. They gave him advice on how to subtly ask you on a date and all that, Thomas planning the day he was going to ask you.

He was gearing up to ask you at your locker, but when he got just a few feet away, he watched as you flirted with Gally, the boy who deemed himself Thomas’ enemy.

You were laughing at something ridiculous Gally said when you looked over, seeing Thomas walk away. Instantly, regret hit you like a bus, taking a step to follow after him, but Gally’s hand on you had you stopping in your tracks.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gally looked over to Thomas’ retreating form, smirking as he looked back at you. “Looks like we made him upset.”

You looked at him, disgusted. “Ya’know what, Gally? I’m tired of your games. I’m tired of you flirting with me just to make him upset. I know you know how I feel about him. This ends today.”

“Come on, baby,” Gally said. “You know you want a real man.” “And that real man is Thomas. He doesn’t use me for his own personal gain, unlike you.” With that, you turned and slammed your locker door shut to start your journey of finding Thomas.

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“I can’t believe she’d do that,” Thomas said, sitting at his desk.

“Do what? Laugh at Gally?” Newt asked.

“He probably said something stupid and she couldn’t help but laugh,” Minho added.

“She was laughing,” Thomas breathed, sitting back in his seat.

“Laughing doesn’t always mean she’s flirting, bro,” Stiles said, sitting in front of his twin.

“Yes, it does. Lydia laughs at you all the time.”

“Because he’s stupid,” you smiled, sitting down at your own desk next to Stiles.

“Thanks for that,” Stiles deadpanned.

You turned your head, smiling at your best friend before your eyes shifted to Thomas. Whispering, you said, “Hey, Thomas. Can we talk?”

He looked at you and it was then you finally noticed the sadness in his eyes.

Sighing, you started to say, “I wasn’t flirt–” before your teacher’s voice cut you off, starting the class for the day.

Begrudgingly, you sighed and sat back in your seat, halfway paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying.

You couldn’t help but sneak looks back at Thomas, the twin quickly looking away from you as you did. You pretended to not notice that he was already looking at you, so when the class ended and he quickly got up, you followed his lead.

Following him down the hallway, you kept saying his name. Every time you got closer to him to tap his shoulder or grab it, he would move away faster. When the two of you made it outside, you followed him to Stiles’ Jeep, your hand finally on his shoulder.

When he turned around, he looked pissed and you could understand why. “Look,” you said, voice stern. “I wasn’t flirting with Gally. He said something so ridiculously stupid, the only thing I could do was laugh. Laughing doesn’t always mean that a girl is flirting with someone. I mean, Teresa and Brenda laugh at you all the time, and they’re not flirting!”

“How do you know they’re not flirting?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I actually see them flirting with guys on the lacrosse team,” I countered, replicating his stance. 

“What if they’re doing it to make me jealous?”

You snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.” You took a breath, releasing it while asking, “You wanna know how a girl is flirting with you?”

He narrowed his eyes, asking, “I think I have an idea, but how?”

“She’ll put her hand on your arm while laughing, maybe give it a small squeeze,” you started to explain. Deciding to take it a little further, you explained everything that you did when the two of you hung out. “She’ll lay her head on your shoulder while watching a movie, or even lay her head in your lap while watching a movie because she’s tired and falls asleep.

“She might even be thoughtful and remember your favorite snacks for movie night, cuddle into you if you’re watching a scary movie. She might even wear your favorite shirt for shits and giggles every time she’s over because she knows how it makes you feel when you see her wear it.”

As you explained all that, you saw something shift in Thomas’ eyes. “But… you do all those things.”

“Yeah,” you drug out, turning your head to the side a little, but keeping your eyes on Thomas’.

“Why would another girl–”

“You egghead!” Stiles said, slapping his twin on the back of the head. “She’s talking about herself!”

Thomas looked from Stiles back to you, eyes growing a little wider. “You–?” Making the decision to get back at him, you said, “Maybe I’ll have Gally give me a ride home?” “I’ll kill him if he does,” Thomas sneered.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed. 

“Knew what?” Scott asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“Thomas likes me.”

Shrugging, Scott said, “I could’ve told you that.”

Looking at him with an unimpressed look, you said, “You’re a fucking Alpha werewolf. I’m sure you could smell it on him.”

Scott leaned forward, saying, “And you, too.”

Your eyes went as wide as saucers, Scott’s smile returning to his face. “You son of a bitch.”

“Wait,” Thomas said. “You like me, too?”

Quickly turning your head to look at Thomas, you said, “So admit it!”

“Oh, yeah,” Teresa said.

“He’s had a crush on you for years,” Brenda added.

“You two knew?!” you blurted. 

They looked at each other and nodded. “Yeah.”

“He told us freshman year,” Brenda said.

“He won’t stop talking about you,” Newt added as well.

It seemed like all of your friends were surrounding you now, Minho having joined Newt, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Issac, Erica, Boyd, Gally, Jeff, and even little Chuck all surrounding you and Thomas, waiting for one of you to make a move.

Thomas groaned, looking at Stiles for some direction. “Tell her,” Stiles said. “Tell her.” Thomas sighed and looked back at me, “Listen, I–” 

I didn’t let him tell me what he needed to as I jumped into his arms, pressing my lips to his, feeling him kiss me back without missing a beat. Our lips moved in sync as our friends cheered us on. Laughing, I smiled out of the kiss, Thomas’ arms wrapping around my middle to lift me up off my feet for a moment.

“I guess Greenie got the girl after all,” Gally said.

“Yep,” I smiled, never taking my eyes off of Thomas. “He sure did.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

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​​​Posted on October 9, 2023

[freakykira]

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Hi, i’m Kira and I’m freaky. You can literally ask me ANYTHINGGGG, you want it, I’ll write it. But, that’s not what this page is all about. Just like every writer, I have my limits.

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I’ll write for…

TWD/The Walking Dead (TV Show & Game), Harry Potter, Blue Lock, Seven Deadly Sins, Mid90s , Riverdale, The Boys The Breakfast Club, TMR/The Maze Runner, Divergent, Detroit Become Human, Heathers (Movie), Good Girls, Marvel, DC, Youtubers, Rappers, Actors, OC/OC (of requests choice), Reader/OC, Reader/Unidentifed, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy, Girl/Boy/Boy, and etc. !I know of more fandoms, but my memory is failing me, i’ll update this as I go! (Feel free to request a something about a fandom unlisted) !!ILL RESPOND TO EVERY REQUEST!!!

Genres…

Main Classification: [🍄] Fluff, [🚬] Angst, and [🎋] Smut.

Sub Classifications: [🪰] Horror, [🎳] Headcannon, [🚘] OC/OC, [👤] Unidentified, [🪀] Random/Practice Fic.

[thelastcitysposts]

I’m Right Here

Character: Newt x GN!Reader

Fandom: The Maze Runner, Safe Haven Setting

Categories: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Angst, Fluff.

Word Count: 3879

Warnings: Mentions of past violence to the reader.

Requested?: Kind of! Excited for this Part 2!

Summary: This is PART 2 to my ‘I Need You To Be Safe’ story. (I’M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG!) Newt and Y/N have been rescued and taken back to safety. Reunion occurs but will Newt’s guilty conscience get in the way of them truly being happy?

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It had been four days.

Four days since everyone had fought for their lives and liberties at the Last City. Fending off WCKD, rebellions and a mind-eating virus.

And for everyone that had been conscious during those days, they finally let out that deep breath that they had been holding in for years.

The Right Arm had successfully saved as many immunes and people they could from the hands of WCKD, and had transported everyone to their Safe Haven. A little island location with the most breathtaking beach.

On the first day, Frypan, Gally and Minho had helped Vince load everything onto their ship. Their supplies, the survivors and their friends that were still recovering from the trauma and injuries their bodies had faced the day before. They had given Newt Thomas’ plasma that contained the cure as soon as they could, which knocked him out cold. Thomas was still in recovery from his battle wounds, and so were you.

On the second day, they had safely arrived in their new home. All hands were on deck to achieve a new home. Gally was building again, new homes for everyone and making sure they were comfortable. Frypan started scouting for food around the area and recruiting people to his new kitchen, and Minho, he was helping in any way he could. For he did not need to run anymore.

On the third day, Minho sat beside his friend's bed as he did every day. Newt began to stir awake. This jolted Minho from his seat with the biggest smile he had worn for many weeks.

As Newt's heavy and crusted over eyes began to open, the boy rubbed his face despite the pain he held all over his body.

‘Newt?’ Minho whispered, placing a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder. Hoping to not startle him.

‘Minho?’ Newt hoarsely spoke back, staring at his friend in disbelief.

As much as Newt had remembered being cured and the events that happened to him that night, he was still missing blank spots in his memories.

He remembered crawling around the WCKD lab with Thomas and Y/N.

He remembered the fatigue and pain he felt that gradually got worse as they trudged around the city.

And then it's all black, until he remembers you. Laying on the ground, blood streaming from your side from the stab wound that he inflicted.

With that memory in his mind he turns to his friend.

‘Where are they?’ he said sternly, guilt laced in his voice as he hurriedly tried to get up from the cot he was put into.

Minho pushed his friend's shoulders back carefully, not wanting him to hurt himself.

‘Wo there. Lay back down please Newt you're going to hurt yourself.’ Minho exasperated trying to get his friend to calm down. “They are okay, they haven’t woken yet’ he said like it was the simplest thing.

‘What do you mean? What have I done? Where are they?’ He struggled to get out while fighting against his friend. Had he hurt you beyond repair? Was it too late? He had only just had you in his arms.

‘They are going to be fine. They lost a lot of blood, they just need some more time.’ Minho tried calming his friend. ‘Just relax please. You’re not looking to good yourself’ he sadly announced.

Newt sighed, laying back down while wincing and staring up at the wooden roof above his head. He honestly couldn't care less to ask the question of where he was, if they were safe, what happened to WCKD. None of that matters if it meant that you were in pain somewhere in the world.

‘Thomas hasn’t woken either yet. But he will and they will too. We made it Newt, you made it. We are safe now and everything will be okay. As soon as you rest and recover. I’m going to get someone to help you with the pain. Stay here’ Minho said sternly as he patted his friend on the shoulder and walked out of the hut.

Newt watched his friend leave the hut, waiting a couple of minutes before rising up out of the cot as he did before, feeling his head start to spin from the fast movement.

He stood fast and looked down at his feet, trying to ground himself before he made his way out of the hut and squinted from the bright sun that cascaded around his new surroundings.

As his eyes began to adjust he saw everyone. Tending to their new home, laughing with each other and enjoying the peace and serenity that they had built for themselves. He listened and heard nothing but tranquility and silence. No humming from electricity that he learnt to live with during the maze, no arguing that he became so used to in the months afterwards. Just silence.

It made his ears hurt. Because in his mind, all he heard was his thoughts screaming at him for what he had done to you.

Limping and aching, he hurriedly looked around him. You must be in this area recovering if he was too.

Searching each hut he passed, bursting through the doors like a maniac trying to see your smile again. Only to find that each one was either empty, or filled with supplies.

Growing frustrated in his panicked state he began yelling for you. Tripping up over his feet as he sprinted around on the sand.

He spotted another hut a couple meters ahead of him, using the last of his strength that he held he raced towards it, slamming open the wobbly door. And seeing you, lying peacefully in a cot, eyes closed.

He stopped immediately upon seeing your face. You looked so peaceful and tranquil. He approached with caution towards your still body, worried that any movement he makes will injure you just as it did days ago.

Opting to kneel on the ground beside your cot, he reached out and delicately held your hand, feeling how cold and pale it looked. Almost lifeless. It knocked the oxygen straight out of his lungs as he felt hot tears run down the sides of his dry cheeks.

He began to sob, no words being able to reach his lips apart from ‘I’m sorry’ millions of times as he became erratic. Gripping onto your fist as he broke down on the floor. He didn’t feel full anymore, the only reason why he wasn’t screaming right now was for the small movements of your chest rising each time you drew a silent breath.

Keeping his eyes trained on your matted hair that laced around your face, he lightly swept some of the strands away from your face before giving himself the courage to place his chapped lips on your forehead, before immediately rising to his feet and leaving the room. He felt as if the energy around him would bring you to your demise and he couldn’t risk that. Not when it came to you.

As soon as Newt had reached for the door handle and walked his way outside, he collapsed onto his knees, grabbing at his face and crying into his hands. How could he have done this to you? Even in the state that he was in those nights before, how could his love and adoration towards you not stop his actions and keep you out of harm's way? God, he wasn’t even able to tell you just how much he loved you before he hurt you.

Minho and Gally had spotted their friend from a mile away, already on their way back to him to keep him company and lift his spirits. They had never seen this boy as upset and broken before. His usual kind and happy nature, gone.

They rushed to him and held him on the ground as he sobbed. Mumbling how much of a monster he was and how he wished it was him that was in your shoes and not you to the two that held him.

Minho looked towards Gally, sad eyes holding onto his friends as he caressed Newt’s shoulders, no words being able to creep from his mouth as he communicated with Gally in silence.

What could they possibly do to mend a broken heart?

—

It had taken another day passing, and for Minho to sleep on the ground next to Newt for someone to convince Newt to drink some water, and eat something.

Thomas had woken now. His physical wounds began to heal, making his own way out of the hut and trying to rebuild his life again after everything that they had lost.

Brenda had decided to spend the day by your bedside. Wiping wet towels across your forehead and checking your wounds to see how they were healing.

When she found you laying on the concrete, blood dripping from the knife handle that hung tightly on your side. She made it her mission from then on to make sure you would survive. She tended to you when she could, made sure the fabric that laid under your head was comfortable enough and let the ocean breeze come through the front door to let you have fresh air.

When she had met everyone from the Glade back at her home, she had taken a liking to you immediately. Your kind nature, matching Newt’s was always something she was so fascinated by due to the onslaught of trauma you had been through.

So she would do everything she could in her power to make sure that you would be given the happiness and life you deserved once they got out of that hell hole.

‘You can do this Y/N’ she whispered, leaning her chin against the hand that laid on the cot beside your head.

—

Hours had passed now, the sun starting to fade away into the horizon and creating a cascade of purples and pinks. Everyone at the camp had set up a bonfire, celebrating the first night of freedom after setting up the camp for the last few days.

Newt sat besides Thomas, after reluctantly joining them all at the celebrations. Minho having to basically drag him out of the hut and force him to sit, and have a drink. To rejoice alongside his peers. Which Newt found so incredibly hard to do.

As you laid in your cot, darkness consumed the world outside. You begin to stir, shuffling around in the cot before awakening with a loud gasp and a wince. Your abdomen is still in pain, but mostly because you hadn’t moved in so long.

Looking around you, you first noticed the fresh smell of salt that hung in the air, the structure around you and the small candle that was alight next to your head.

Slowly making your way to be sat with your legs hanging off the cot. You sat trying to get a grasp on everything that rushed inside of your head.

You had been injured last you had remembered, but also Newt had been cured. Even just the thought of that had made you sigh happily out loud.

Taking your time to stand, you walked towards the door of your hut and opened the door. Looking around at your surroundings.

Even in the darkest you could see that you were by the ocean, the smell from before giving that away but even with how dark the night sky had become you could still see the moon's reflection on the tide as it rocked from the current.

Scanning around to the right you noticed more huts and structures halfway finished.

That was enough to tell you that you all had made it. This was the Safe Haven you all had dreamt about for years. The place where you all could finally relax and live your life the way it was meant to be lived.

Spotting the raging bonfire in the distance and the sound of cheering and laughter. You made your way over there slowly. Holding your wounds as you watched as faces you recognised became clearer in your vision.

The first face of which you saw, was Brenda’s as she came bounding over to you at the speed of light.

‘Y/N!’ she screeched happily and engulfed you in the tightest hug you had felt in a long time, almost sending you tumbling to the ground which caused you to giggle.

‘Brenda! We made it!’ you smiled happily and squeezed the girl back. Ignoring the mass amounts of pain in your side as you held her close. Happiness overtakes your senses rather than dealing with pain. You’ve dealt with enough of that in the past.

Pulling away, Brenda begins ‘God I knew you would make it. I missed you so much.’ she claims, grabbing each side of your face before bringing you back in. Laughing at her and you smile widely. ‘Can’t leave you here to deal with all the issues alone now can I?’ you smiled back at her and then pulled away again.

Smiling to yourself you look around and watch as faces you knew come closer to you.

Minho, Gally and Fry coming up from every direction and joining in for a massive group hug.

‘Welcome back Y/N’ Gally exclaims while messing around with the hair on top of your head. ‘Now that your back Y/N could you help Fry please? His food is making my stomach hurt again’ MInho laughs while his friend whacks him in the chest.

‘It’s so good to see you guys. I can’t believe we are finally here, it doesn't even feel real!’ you exclaim and laugh alongside them.

However, your mind isn’t exactly trying to stay in this moment too much longer. As your eyes search the crowd for the one face you beg to see. The only person you want to be held by.

Newt.

Where could he be? Is he okay? Did he make it to? And if so, why isn’t he here?

Brenda was the first to watch your eyes trail away from the conversations happening around you. Obviously knowing what you were searching for.

‘He’s by the pit Y/N’ she smiles and pushes you along as you give her the cheesiest grin back.

Making your way closer to the fire, you watch as faces, new and old pass by your vision. People who you had seen around the Right Arm and new recruits that you had helped save that night days ago smiling at you, nodding their heads and lifting their drinks as they indulge themselves.

Your smile started to grow smaller and smaller each time you looked around and could not see him.

Until, you did.

There he was, sitting quietly next to Thomas, nothing coming from his lips and his eyes dead as can be. This made you pout as you made your way over to the two.

Thomas looked up first, smiling and nudging his friend's shoulder while waving to you.

As soon as Newt looked up, you watched as his eyes went wide. Like a deer caught in the headlights. He almost looked scared to see you, that feeling making you stop in your tracks as your smile immediately disappeared off your face.

Was he not happy to see you? Was he angry at something you did?

You weren’t sure as you stood there, racking your brain for any wrongs that you may have done. While watching as Newt stood up, and instead of walking to you, hurriedly walked in the opposite direction.

You frowned, watching as the love of your life walked away from you. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

Thomas looked up to you from his spot by the fire at you. Watching the orange flames cascade around your figure as you looked defeated. He got up, and made his way immediately over to you.

‘Hey Y/N’ he said softly, rubbing the back of your forearm for comfort. All you could do in a response was look back up to him and give the smallest of smiles back before looking back at Newt’s disappearing figure in the distance.

‘He woke up a day before you and freaked. He didn’t think you would make it’ Thomas explained to you as he watched the cogs turn in your brain to understand what happened.

‘Does he think that this is his fault? I’m right here Thomas, why couldn’t he just come talk to me?’ you spoke back, finally looking at Thomas’ face with tears starting to form in your eyes.

He sighed lightly before bringing you into a tight embrace, letting you cry against his shoulder lightly. ‘I think that he is scared, Y/N. He needs you just as much as you need him.’ he starts to explain. ‘I have known Newt for a long time, and trust me on this. I have never seen him more happy and content than when he is by your side’ he reassures you as he lets you go.

As much as that fills your heart with joy, you need to go and find Newt and help him realize that everything is okay now.

Giving Thomas a tight nod you pull yourself away from him and begin walking in the direction that Newt has just headed to. Lifting your head up high as you trailed after him.

Since he had a head start, you walked fast until you could start to see his figure appearing in the distance. ‘Newt!’ you yelled, picking up your pace.

You knew he could hear you, but he just kept walking.

‘Newt, please!’ you yelled again, starting to jog despite the pain that you started to feel.

When Newt heard your sweet voice calling for him, it scared him. He wished that he just wasn’t here, maybe that would keep you out of harm's way. It wasn’t until you begged for him that he stopped. Not by choice, but the adoration he held for you in his heart stopped his legs before he could even think.

You saw when he stopped walking, but yet he was still turned and faced away from you. You jogged faster to him, reaching out to grab onto his arm.

‘Newt’ you whispered as you huffed, tugging on the sleeve of his jumper he adorned trying to get him to face you. ‘Please Newt, just tell me what I did. What happened? I don’t understand’ you rambled as your breathing started to normalize.

This made Newt turn around in an instant. ‘What you did? What do you mean what you did Y/N? I hurt you!’ he yelled back, causing you to take a step back. The wild look in his eye makes you remember the torment and anger he went through when he first discovered the virus.

‘You didn’t hurt me Newt, the virus was plaguing you! You were a crank Newt, that wasn’t you’ you whispered back, leaning backwards while staring into his hard eyes.

‘No Y/N, I hurt you. I stabbed you, the one person that I love and cherish. The one person who I thought maybe my stupid idiotic crank brain might think twice about. But no, I stabbed you. I caused you to be unconscious for days with no certainty of your recovery. I let you sit there on the ground while you bled out, too weak to even get up and help you myself’ he yelled back at you.

This stunned you. Not only his angry words directed at himself, but the word love. He had never said that to you before and this was not exactly how you expected it to happen.

This caused you to stay still, unnerved by his stature.

This caused him to look down at the sandy ground. ‘Right, well. Just stay away from me, please’ he begged. His heart breaking whilst turning around and beginning his journey away from you.

As you watched his footsteps make marks along the sand, trailing away you huffed.

‘Get back here Newt right now and face me yourself if you’re so scared!’ you yelled, causing the blonde to turn around and look at you wide eyed.

‘How am I ever going to prove to you that that wasn’t you Newt. What will make you realize in that shuck brain of yours that it was the damn  virus! Don’t make me stand here and watch you walk away from me while I spent the last year loving you!’ you yelled back.

You watched as Newt’s face immediately softened at your words. Love. How could someone he hurt so badly love him?

You watched as the clogs started to turn in his brain while he thought of what he could do. He could turn around, and continue walking. Maybe he could find someplace else on this island that would be far enough away from you to keep you safe?

Or maybe, he could just lift his head up, storm right to you and show you just how sorry he is and how much you fill the empty void in his heart? Mend the wounds that he had been facing for the last few days and just start again?

And the second option is exactly what he did.

Without a second thought, he raced towards you and held your face in his hands, causing you to look up at the boy's beautiful brown eyes.

‘I’m right here, Newt. Can’t you see that? I’m right here’ you whispered to him and you felt your body relax in his hands.

He looked deep into your eyes, searching for any form of regret of anxiety from his presence. Trying to find something that would make him run in the other direction. But he couldn’t, all he could see was the same love he held for you.

He wiped the tears that began flowing down your cheeks before leaning forwards and kissing you with all of his might. Hoping that the outpour of emotions that leaked from him would convey just how sorry he was and how much he loved you.

Leaning back into him, you reached your hands around his neck and reciprocated happily and passionately. Relaying every emotion you had in your brain at that moment. Never ever wanting to pull away from him.

He pulled away suddenly, placing his forehead against your own and resisting the smile that was aching to reach his lips.

‘I’m so sorry my love’ he whispered almost silently before taking his hands away from your face and wrapping them around your waist to hold you close, as his knees gave away from under him and he brought you down to the ground with him.

‘Shhh, it’s okay Newt. I’m here. We are both here, and we are safe.’ you smiled at him as you held him closely, rubbing the hair on the back of his head and rocking you both slowly.

Looking up from your position you watched as the last bits of the sun disappeared and the night became dark. But you didn’t care. You had made it.

Both of you had made it, alongside almost everyone you cared deeply about. You were safe.

It would take time to heal, both your own wounds but also Newt’s. It would take time to be comfortable again.

But time wasn’t something you were worried about anymore.

You have all of the time in the world.

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[hollybell51]

hey so i've been binging your maze runner oneshots lately and i was wondering if you've got any thomas x female reader smut... 👀

love your stuff btw, keep up the good work!

Thanks! I was actually planning to post this anyway but you have given me the perfect excuse! Enjoy xx

Dancing

Series masterlist, masterpost

Thomas x fem!Reader

The Scorch Trials (2010 novel - James Dashner, 2015 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 1914

Summary: you know that party scene from the scorch trials movie? Yeah. That.

Content: intoxication, a party (and the stuff that usually entails), smut (obviously), porn with like a sketchy outline of a plot that's kinda hinted at, handjobs, cowgirl, hickeys, unsafe sex (yikes)

The music of the party carried you through the crowd, sweating, stinking, gyrating bodies pressed against yours on either side. Whatever you’d been given at the door had a bitter aftertaste, and the burn still ached gently in your throat. Everything was so loud, you could barely think. You turned to say so to Brenda, but where she had been by your side just moments before was now simply a wall of flailing limbs and swaying hips, stamping feet and giddy smiles. Thomas was ahead of you, his hand tight on your arm. 

“Stay together,” he’d said before you’d passed through the curtain. You and Brenda had both nodded, of course, but now there was no sign of the other girl. Panic stirred you momentarily. You were in a strange place, with strange people, on the run in a world that either hated or coveted you, your stomach heavy with what very may well be poison. It was far from an ideal situation. 

“Thomas!” you shouted over the noise. “Thomas!” 

“Huh?” he turned, confused. He looked… dazed, unsure. It may have been the heat of the room, the huge mass of humanity surging around, the pungent smell of whatever liquor and drugs were being used combined with the sweat of tens – probably hundreds, but you were starting to feel a little odd yourself. 

“Brenda,” you said slowly. “She’s not…” 

Thomas’s gaze flicked over your shoulder, scanning the room briefly before alighting on your face once more. His hand had shifted to your own, his grip much gentler now. The light was playing tricks with his eyes, making them shine like liquid gold. It was mesmerising, watching the colours shift and move over his skin like the crowd around you. “She’s…” he started, but trailed off. 

Who was he talking about? What were you looking for? You knew you had to find something, that you’d come here for a reason, but now the colours had wrapped you warmly in their soft embrace and were carrying you into the crowd, where your body was theirs and your mind was at one with the sway of the music. You could feel the rhythm of it in your bones, every note and beat and chord vibrating through your very cells. 

“Thomas,” you said softly, your own hands running over his chest almost of their own volition. He looked otherworldly, swaying gently before you, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. His eyes snapped open and he looked at you, hazy and dazed but peaceful. God, it was the first time you’d seen him look peaceful in a long time. 

“(Y/N),” he whispered back, his own hands sliding up your sides and coming to rest on your hips, pulling you into his swaying dance. You stepped closer, almost chest-to-chest with him, your bodies moving in perfect tandem with the music. The energy of the room washed over you with every wave of sound. 

Thomas was so close, his dark eyes boring into yours, heat radiating from his skin onto your own. He moved with such easy grace, every shift of his form perfectly aligned with yours, not a single fibre out of place. Yet his motion was free and unrestricted, relaxed and natural in the way that water flowing over a river bed is. And like a tributary feeding into the larger whole, your movements matched his as you let him guide you, bumping gently against him every now and then, each time sending a jolt of sparks through you. You wanted to touch him, wanted to erase every inch of space between the two of you. And judging by the way he was holding you closer against him, running his hands over you and looking at you so intensely you imagined there was a physical tunnel of attention between your eyes and his, he felt the same. 

Eventually, inevitably, there came a point where he was so close that you could literally feel his skin breathing. You could feel the press of the cloud of electrons in your atoms repelling the electrons in his, feel every tiny change in the currents of air between you. And then even that gap was gone, and his lips were against yours, his hands in your hair, his torso pushing against you. It was a kiss, but it wasn’t. It was much more than that, because you kissed him with your whole body and your whole mind. All you were was in this union, this touch, and all he was was being poured right back at you. 

“Fuck,” he murmured against your lips. “Fuck, (Y/N).” 

“I want you,” you breathed. If possible, his eyes grew even darker. 

“I want you,” he echoed, still barely an inch from your lips. In an unspoken agreement, the two of you slid through the crowd to a curtain in the wall, never breaking contact, barely ever more than a few inches apart. The room beyond the curtain was as dim as the outside, the colours more red and pink than gold due to a crimson curtain strung over what you assumed was a window and a purplish-pink glass lamp standing in a corner. The music was dimmer here, but only slightly. The bass still pounded in time with your own heartbeat and Thomas’s. No sooner than you were inside, he was kissing you again, his hands roaming your face and neck. He had large hands, you observed, one was enough to cover your whole cheek and most of your neck. 

You slid your jacket back over your shoulders, wanting nothing more than his skin on yours. In no time his shirt was off, followed by your own, and he was pulling you backwards with him onto a couch in the corner. It was made of something soft, maybe velvet, and had arms that were perfect for you to grip as you straddled Thomas’s lap. He was resting against one such arm, peppering your neck with kisses, the occasional nibble. You could feel him stop to concentrate on one spot every so often, no doubt leaving a trail of dark marks over your skin. No matter. 

“Thomas,” you sighed softly as his fingers found your bra clip, fumbled momentarily, then slid the garment off you. He brushed over your breasts, leaving goosebumps and hardened nipples behind. Your fingers tangled in his hair. His skin was warm, slightly sweaty, and so soft where it brushed your own. You touched his face, his neck, his shoulders, his back, his chest, down to his stomach where you stopped. 

“Keep going,” he said, his voice raw with want. “Please.” 

If you weren’t turned on before, you were now. You made quick work of his zipper, and you spat into your palms before taking his already hard cock in your hands. It was hot to the touch, and fit perfectly into your grip. Throughout it all, his eyes never left your face, but they fluttered closed as you gently moved your hand. “Like that?” you asked, your mind still slightly hazy. 

“Yes,” Thomas moaned. The sound and sight of him like this probably could have made you cum right there. Again, his mouth found your skin, fastening on to the spot where your shoulder met your neck. You continued to massage his cock with one hand, the other sliding around his back and into his hair, holding him close against you. His breath was coming fast, punctuated with tiny gasps and moans of pleasure. “Wait,” he said suddenly. 

You hesitated, your hands not leaving him, but ceasing their movement. Even through the haze in your mind, you didn’t want to overstep whatever boundaries existed between you – if any. “What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“I want to feel you,” he murmured, his hands flitting to the fastenings on your pants. “Please.” 

You nodded, the words sending a bolt of heat through you to pool between your legs. Thomas’s deft fingers made quick work of your pants, and you kicked them off just as hastily, followed by your underwear. His kisses had migrated from your neck to your chest, tracing a path between your breasts. You moved your hips over his length, sighing at the hint of friction it created. God, you wanted him so badly. 

Thomas’s head tipped back as you ground against him, his fingers digging into your waist, your hips, as he tried to guide your movements. “(Y/N).” The way he said your name, he might have been speaking an incantation. 

 You reached between your legs, rubbing tiny circles over your swollen clit, feeling the wetness gathered there. The heat of Thomas’s dick pressed against your centre, adding to your own, and finally – finally – you lined him up at your entrance and, at his nod, lowered yourself onto his length. A sigh escaped you as he filled you, and you were tempted to just stay there forever. But the desire for friction, for movement was stronger. 

“God, Thomas,” you gasped as you rolled your hips over his, his fingers still tight on your skin. He was perfect, warm and real and firm and locked in reverie with you as the music from outside your sanctuary pulsed in time with the beating of your hearts. 

Thomas was looking at you now, studying every line of your body, every inch of your face, as though he wanted to etch you into his memory. And maybe he did, you certainly wanted to capture the moment forever. It wasn’t dissimilar to dancing, how you’d been so in sync the lines between your two bodies had begun to blur until they were erased, and you were here. 

The sensation built in your stomach, and you forced yourself to keep your rhythm even as your mind told you to go faster, to break your steady stride and run, sprint towards the finish line. Thomas was holding you so close to him he may as well have been trying to absorb your body into his, his sweat and spit mixing where his face was pressed into your shoulder as he frantically delivered more hickeys to your skin. You would be covered in them come morning.  He whispered your name, every syllable like a prayer as it fell from his lips. He twitched inside you, and you shivered involuntarily. 

“Yes,” you hissed, reaching down once more to touch yourself. Thomas spilled with a curse inside you, his head falling back and his eyes closed. Fuck, he was gorgeous, and you’d brought him undone. 

Your own climax flooded through you, all your muscles tensing together at once, a shuddering, desperate cry of “Thomas” torn from your throat. You rode him through your combined pleasure, until your legs were no longer shaking and his breathing had evened out. Yet still, neither of you moved. 

Thomas rested his forehead against your chest, his arms circling your waist. You held him, his hair tickling your face and neck where it brushed against you. He gently kissed over the dark marks he’d left on your skin, soothing and warm. 

You weren’t sure when, but at some point he pulled you down to lie half on top of, half beside him on the couch. You sighed at the emptiness when his cock slipped from inside you, but his skin was warm against yours and his breathing was deep and even, soothing. Your eyes drifted closed, the music from the party just beyond the reaches of your consciousness carrying you into a drugged, hazy sleep.

[imaginesbymk]

Preference // The Maze Runner.

Love Languages.

CHARACTERS - thomas, newt + minho

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

TAGLIST - @ladyxblake @myriadimagines @lotsoffandomimagines @gallysonegoodlung​

AUTHOR’S NOTE - enjoy!!!!

( THOMAS )  —  Quality time. Thomas will often get antsy during the day because he’s practically leading a large group of immunes, so he has so much on his plate. Since he’s exhausted, you’d be expecting him to pass out for the evening, but Thomas wants to spend the last few hours of sunlight with you, and even stay up at night with each other and have a surprise date by the fire. As long as you were with him, that was all right with him.

( NEWT )  — Words of affirmation. Newt knows how to place the right words of wisdom at the right time. Most of it inspire Thomas to push him forward, but as for you - Newt knows how to make your heart melt with such. You love hearing him compliment you throughout the day, whether it be your hair or your personality, and you came to appreciate him giving you words of encouragement. 

( MINHO )  — Physical touch. Minho gets very handsy in the morning, cuddling you like a plush toy before he slugs out of his makeshift bed to get ready for the day. He’ll often sneak up to you and hold you from behind, he’ll hold your hand on rest your head on his chest at night. You two maintain a “you scratch my back, I scratch yours”, and when you give him massages after running all day, he’ll use you as a pillow.

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

Hello there, can you do any hcs for dating Thomas (from the Maze) with reader please?

Hey, thanks for requesting! And of course I can :)

Dating Thomas would include...

He’s a very touchy person. Holding your hand, random forehead kisses,… be prepared to just have him pop up behind you to kiss your cheek before he’s running off again.

You’re the one to remind him that he needs to breathe. Thomas throws himself headfirst into everything comes across, so sometimes he needs to be reminded to slow down and take a breather.

I mentioned this before but FOREHEAD KISSES!! So many forehead kisses.

Sleeping together in a hammock isn’t an easy task at any rate, let alone with someone who tossed and turns as much as Thomas. Be prepared to land on the floor occasionally.

Thomas’ brain short circuits when he sees you wearing his clothes. You might have to physically close his mouth before he catches a fly lol.

Newt and Minho were the ones who told Thomas to get over himself and ask you out. Little do you know that the only reason they did, was because Thomas wouldn’t shut up about you. Unfortunately for them, that plan backfires when you say yes: he only talks more about you.

Hope you enjoyed it! Have a lovely day/night :)

[t-marveland]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 | thomas

Thomas x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 155

Masterlist

Thomas était assis avec Newt pour manger le repas, tous deux adossés à un tronc. C'était son premier jour alors Newt se devait de tout expliquer. Cependant, Thomas n'écoutait pas vraiment, trop occupé à t'admirer, toi, la seule fille du bloc. Newt le vit faire et mis vite les choses au clair.

❝━N'y pense pas trop, Thomas. Elle est inaccessible. Pour nous tous. Dit Newt.❞

Cela attira l'attention du nouveau qui tourna la tête vers Newt.

❝━Il y a 4 grandes règles ici.❞

Il leva un doigt.

❝━Chacun doit accomplir sa tâche. Pas de place pour les fainéants.❞

Un second.

❝━Ne jamais blesser un autre Blocard. Faire confiance à tout le monde.❞

Un troisième.

❝━ Ne jamais franchir les murs du Bloc.❞

Un quatrième.

❝━Ne jamais tenter quelque chose avec (T/P).❞

Thomas baissa la tête, déçu. Mais il le savait, il n'était pas du genre à suivre les règles.

[woodandwaxwings]

Alby: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Thomas: We got spring water Alby: NO. Y/n: with EXTRA minerals Thomas: it's like licking a stalagmite Alby: DON'T COME HOME. Y/n: Mmmmm cave water

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) You Protect Him

Thomas: It further seals the bond between the two of you. He already admired you, but you jumping in to defend him in a Glade scuffle made him realize you really had his back. Trouble seems to follow him where he goes and occasionally rear it ugly head, so he's always appreciative of those who care enough about him to defend him.

Newt: He gets all grumpy over the fact that you put yourself anywhere in the vicinity of danger to protect him. He is rather impressed seeing you stand your ground, but it's pretty much overruled by the reality that you could've been hurt.

Minho: He thinks he can handle himself, but he has to admit he finds it amazing to see you step in on his behalf to protect him. He warns you about inserting yourself into a dangerous situation, but it's said affectionately. He can't help but be impressed.

Gally: He is so torn between being absolutely impressed and also grouchy that you put yourself in harm's way and also hurt pride over the fact that you felt the need to protect him in the first place. He goes from staring at you wide-eyed to frowning to downright complaining. He may even get petty. Even so, part of him feels even more respect for you.

[newtkive]

pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 3 - infamous minecraft night

summary: the usual minecraft night ensues, and newt comes to a realization.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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note: the first meme is minho i swear. anyways first written chapter yaaaay !!

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The only sounds coming from Newt’s apartment were the whirring of his pc and the shuffle of his friend situating himself on the living room couch. Newt was stationed in the corner of the small apartment, typing away at his computer, head down and floppy blond hair over his forehead.

“Dude, chill. You’re going to give yourself carpal tunnel from typing that fast.” Minho said from his spot on the sofa. His hands were behind his head, feet on the coffee table and shooting a judgmental look Newt’s way.

The older looked over his shoulder, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I told you to stop putting your nasty feet on my table.” He retorted.

Minho rolled his eyes, dramatically stomping his feet back on the ground. Another look was shot his way, curtesy of Newt before he turned back around, focusing again on his screen. “We getting on Minecraft or what, man?” Minho sighed, putting his laptop on his lap.

“Uh, yeah, go ahead and get on. I just finished my work and I’m gonna join the call.” Newt mumbled, taking hold of his mouse to click off of the library website he was editing, and switch to the Discord app. It took a second for him to find ‘The Glade’ group, noticing three active members in the voice chat to the left side of the main chat. He suddenly saw the chat moving as an alert popped up, showing that a familiar name was typing.

y/n: yooo newt get on!!

y/n: i see you online. get on call! we need a voice of reason

Newt’s dark eyes flew across the screen, a small smile gracing his lips as he read what you said. Behind him, Newt could hear Minho scoffing. The sound must have sobered the blond up, since his smile fell and he coughed to snap himself out of it.

“Dude, how come she asked you to join? I’m online too!” Minho grumbled like a spoiled kid.

Newt smirked, sending him a look again from over his shoulder. “Because she needs a voice of reason, or so she says. You’d only serve to make things worse in whatever is going on in that call.” The older snickered, and a harsh glare came from his friend. Newt swore he heard Minho mutter a few curses under his breath as he turned back around, but he let it go.

Clearing his throat, Newt clicked on the voice chat and prepared himself. An onslaught of voices immediately filled his ears, a mix of halfhearted arguing and giggles from Alby, Gally, and yourself. As usual, dark eyes instantly found the small square that housed the image of you and Newt couldn’t control the smile that lit up his face.

“Newt!” You beamed right back at him, waving through the screen.

“Y/n!” The blond reciprocated the wave and felt his cheeks heat up as you giggled a bit.

A few groans lit up the call belonging to Alby and Gally. The two had a similar set up going on; sitting in front of their fancy gaming computers while adorning a headset, a bit distracted as they played Minecraft.

“You could say hey to us too, Newt.” Alby sassed, with a broad grin and raised brows.

“Yeah, but you guys probably caused whatever problem is going on." Newt chuckled. This elicited a furious nod from you in the corner, and Alby immediately began wagging his finger in the camera with a series of 'no, no, no's.

"Sure, go see what Y/n did to my house." Gally remarked the bottom left corner of the screen and rolled his eyes.

"I only blew half of it up because you destroyed my shed!" You gasped at Gally. Newt's smile grew at their antics.

"You mean my shed that you've been squatting in!" Gally shouted back at her. There was a hint of an amused smile on his face despite the obvious irritation about the TNT blowing his hard work up. Newt figured it would have been a bigger deal if it was anyone else's property, but Gally was an absolute beast at Minecraft; he could fix any damage within mere minutes.

Before you could retort, the sound of another person joining the call cut you off. A vertical screen stretched to fit the layout, and a blurry image of a familiar brunette was shown.

"Heyyyy, guys!" Thomas sing-songed out, holding his phone up in the air like a stereotypical dad. He was clearly walking along the snow covered streets, wired headphones in as he adjusted his beanie. The crew let out a chorus of 'hey man's and 'hey Tommy's'.

"Where the hell are you?" Newt asked, laughter laced in his voice, head tilted to the side to decipher where his friend was going.

"Uhhh, I'm on my way home," Thomas started, looking around as snow began to fall a bit, almost seeming unsure of his own words, "I think, at least."

"You think?" Newt echoed, amused.

"You're like one of those kids who need a leash on their backpacks." You said, grinning at your best friend as he trudged along the almost barren stone street of New York.

Thomas shrugged, a little laugh bubbling out. "I guess. I kinda got lost, I thought this old lady was following me so I faked her out and went a weird direction. Now I'm in a fancy neighborhood." He explained.

Alby, Newt, yourself, and even Minho from behind Newt let out a loud laugh.

"Dumbass." Gally snickered, grinning for once on the call.

"Tommy, you're nuts." You mumbled, hand moving rapidly along with your mouse as you tried to fix your shed, eyes glancing back and forth between the screens.

"Who was that? Is Min there?" Alby questioned, squinting at Newt's image on the screen.

Newt scooted his rolling chair to the side to reveal Minho's slouched over form on the couch. The man's smile comically fell as he was revealed, almost like he had an upset image to keep up (he did). "Wow, you know my laugh anywhere. You're obsessed with me." It was Minho's turn to sass out, as usual.

Alby rolled his eyes and Tommy grinned at the sight of their friend. "Minho! Hey, buddy!" The latter waved enthusiastically as he trudged the quickly darkening streets. Minho simply flashed a middle finger, making him pout.

"Join the call, Min. You should get on Minecraft too." You piped up, eyes looking away from your phone camera and glued to your laptop.

"No, fuck you guys. I'm mad at you." Minho all but shouted, arms crossed and leaning back on the couch.

Newt scooted more into the frame again, shaking his head. "He's pissed still, as you can tell."

"You're the one who removed him." Alby said, clearly annoyed.

"But you guys are the ones who didn't add me back!" Minho shouted again, glaring at the screen from his spot.

"I added you back!" Alby corrected him.

"Oh, please." Minho didn't know how to reply, so he just scoffed at the man. He was right after all, and Min didn't like being wrong.

Newt shook his head, leaning back in his chair. He shrunk the screen a bit to pull up Minecraft, eager to see what kind of damage was done to everyone's homes.

They had build up a cute little town: dark oak houses, each unique to every person who built them, all leading up to a giant cherry blossom mansion that Gally resided in. The shed beside the mansion housed any stray horses found—each horse assigned to a different person—and your own little blue bed. You refused to live in your own home after everyone made fun of the dirt house you and Tommy built together. Unlike you, Tommy stood his ground and stayed inside of it. You chose to spite everyone who made fun of you and move into the public stables, inconveniencing them.

Newt crossed his arms and patiently waited for his game to load as he tuned back into the conversation. You had convinced Minho to play with all of you if you gave him your hard earned diamond—emphasis on the singularity of the use of diamond. You often had a hard time mining without dying, so you took pride in your jewel.

"Oh, c'mon. That just means you'll steal more of my shit." Newt said, pretending to sound exasperated.

At the sound of his British accent rolling through your speakers like honey, your eyes immediately darted back to the screen to see Newt's smirk. A blush emerged on your cheeks and you bashfully smiled. "No, I won't! I swear." You said, a bit embarrassed.

Newt didn't mind you borrowing his things, and he had an inkling that you knew that. "Sure, I bet that'll last for an hour." He chuckled.

Internally, Newt was giddy at your interaction like a school girl. Now he was internally embarrassed. At the perfect time, his game screen loaded and he began playing the game to distract himself.

"Guys, promise me you'll tell me if there's someone behind me." Thomas piped up while trekking through the streets. Everyone monotonously agreed, not fully paying attention.

"Guys, c'mon!" Thomas whined incessantly, sounding like a little kid. You giggled and assured him you'd keep an eye out, and he seemed to calm down at those words.

With that, the group gaming really started up. It was weird without Thomas being online and his little character not moving around, but his constant talking filled the void.

On the other side of the screen you were reeling at the sight of Newt. He was focused on the game, lip between his teeth, brows taut, and messy, thick, blond hair splayed over his forehead like a golden crown. Brown eyes constantly flickering around the screen but somehow finding their home on you in the end—or at least you hoped.

Newt was thinking similar things about you. Eyes catching your form every time you moved your hair to the other shoulder, or ran your hand through it. He tried not to be obvious and strayed away from glancing over at every movement, but it was hard. If he caught your gaze, he would waggle his brows a bit, and you would dissolve into that cute little smile that lit up his stomach in butterflies. Thankfully, no one noticed your interactions—or at least that's what both of you told yourselves.

By the time Thomas got to his own apartment, and those affected rebuilt their in-game homes, things were slowing down and tiredness overcame most of you. Even Minho's shit talk from behind Newt had almost came to a halt. The first one out was Gally, claiming he had work tomorrow. Next was you.

“G’night, you guys. I have a 9 am Zoom class tomorrow, I gotta be up early.” You grumbled. A hand came up to lazily rub at your eyes as you carried your phone to your room, and Newt resisted the urge to say something along the lines of 'goodnight sweetheart' (which he didn't know why that popped up in his brain).

The group of guys chorused a goodnight to you, all waving. Newt stared at your image, your sweet smile that would stick in his mind long after you hung up. The sound of you leaving echoed in his brain as he stared at the spot where you once were. That is, until Alby's video replaced where yours once was and he scowled.

"What's with the stink face?" Thomas gawked at his friend from where he laid on his bed, phone sat up next to him on the pillow. His friends sudden smile turning into a stoic expression startled him.

"His girlfriend left, that's what." Minho said, walking up behind Newt. Min placed his hands on Newt's shoulders, and the blond shot him a dirty look, shaking his hands off.

"Shut up. The fuck does that mean?" Newt grumbled. Everyone seemed to notice how bothered Newt sounded, which only made smirks grow wider. Everyone but Tommy, who was just about half asleep by now.

"Ahhh," Minho started and tapped Newt's bicep, "just as we all thought." Minho left it at that and stood up straighter, hands on his hips. Newt looked up at him entirely confused.

"Do you guys talk outside of the groupchat?" Alby asked.

"We talkin' about Y/n?" Thomas slurred out.

"Yes, dumbass." Minho leaned down so Thomas could see his annoyed face, but his eyes were closed.

"Uhhhh, not too much, no." Newt shrugged. "Why does it matter?"

Minho gave him an 'are you actually stupid?' type of look, arms crossing as he gazed down at his best friend. "'Why does it matta?'" He mocked his accent, "It matters cause it'll show her you like her!" Arms flew up in the air, as if the answer was obvious.

All Newt could manage to do was look to the side, tongue to his cheek as he ignored the blossoming blush thanks to the topic.

"Min is right, dude! You should talk to her more." Alby's words seemed more encouraging than Minho's. Maybe it was due to the fact that all Minho ever expressed was sarcasm and disdain, but Newt just didn't find him as earnest as Alby at the moment.

"They're right," Thomas piped up, lazy smile on his face. "She's super easy to talk to."

"What?" They all bellowed out in unison.

"You talk to her?" Newt was flabbergasted at this new revelation.

"Uh, duh. She's my best friend. So what?" Thomas scrunched up his brows, eyes cracking open.

Newt just scoffed and shook his head. He wasn't jealous, just.. at a loss for words. "Alright, on that note, goodnight." Newt punctuated his goodbye with a press to the 'end call' button.

The black screen faced both boys, and Newt quickly stood, beelining for his kitchen to make some tea.

"Dude, you call me dramatic." Minho grumbled. Newt just gave him the umpteenth pointed look of the night from his spot next to the sink. As soon as the blond turned around to put the kettle on, filling it up for two, Minho let his knowing smile show.

"You stayin' the night?" The older one called from the kitchen. He decided to ignore whatever that humiliating topic was prior.

Minho plopped down on the couch, head in the pillow, and fishing for the television remote. "You know it." He said. It wasn't odd for Minho to spend the night, as the couch was honestly dedicated to man at this point. Newt liked the company anyways.

The best friends fell into a rhythm of one finding a Netflix show and the other preparing two mugs of tea (Minho usually detested it, claiming it was too British for him, but he surprisingly learned to like it. He would never admit it, but he actually found himself making some tea when he was at home).

Newt had the previous short conversation replaying in his mind over and over as he zoned out while waiting for the water to boil. Did he really like Y/n like that? Yeah, she was gorgeous, and he always found himself looking for her approval and reactions, but he didn't want to be that guy who liked the only girl in the friend group. Although, he knew the situation wasn't really like that.

As Newt brought over the steaming hot mugs and sat on the opposite couch from his friend, waiting for whatever action movie was pulled up to play, he decided talking to Y/n more wasn't such a bad idea.

[harringtonstilinski]

Special First Kiss - Thomas (TMR)

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Thomas(TMR) x Reader Word Count: 1,208 Warnings: fluff Requested: “I want our first kiss to be special with Thomas please???” A/N: So, I got this request in last week, and I've finally gotten around to writing it (new baby and all, lol). ANYWAY, I hope whoever sent this in like it! As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Life in the Glade was rough, I’m not gonna lie. Especially full of girls… and one boy. My best friends in the Glade were Sonya, Harriet, and Aris. Three years spent in the Glade until these guys in black uniforms stormed in and started saving us. Sonya and Harriet somehow managed to escape from those guys and met Vince and the Right Arm.

Aris and I, along with the rest of our Group, were taken to a WCKD facility. One by one, the girls of our Group were called to be taken to a safe haven of sorts… only to be “harvested” and made into Grievers. That’s when Aris met Thomas and started working on a plan to get us all out of the facility.

All of us; Thomas, Aris, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Newt, Teresa, and myself all managed to escape. It wasn’t easy. Aris came back to our room and woke me up, telling me that it was time to leave that nasty place. I was truly thankful. But we lost someone along the way; Winston, and he’ll always be missed.

Well, you know what happens next. We made our way through the Scorch, met Jorge and Brenda, who ended up becoming my best friend. Met up with the Right Arm where Aris and I were reunited with Sonya and Harriet… before Sonya, Aris and Minho ended up getting taken by Ava Paige, as well as being betrayed by Teresa, who got all of her memories back while being in WCKD’s care before we escaped.

We ended up saving Minho, while losing a couple of people along the way, and gaining a new person. Those three being Teresa, Gally… and Newt. Newt hit the hardest for all of us, but especially Thomas.

About two and a half years ago, Thomas started telling me all the things that those two would do together, and how on Thomas’ first night in the Glade, Newt gave him this alcohol stuff that Gally made… that he ended up spitting out of his mouth because the taste was awful. He also told me about how Newt made him a runner, and how in his letter to Thomas, Newt said he’d follow Thomas anywhere because of the fact that he ran into the Maze after Minho and Alby, a friend they lost in the Glade to the Grievers.

A few days after Thomas woke up in the Safe Haven, I saw him standing at the far end of the beach, staring out at the ocean. It was then that I developed my little crush on him, feeling it manifest over the course of two and a half years.

Now, here we are. Two and a half years later, and we’ve been together for about four of those months. We’re still in the honeymoon phase, but it’s been awesome. We just sort of fell into our relationship. I was there for him on the nights when he had nightmares about Newt and Teresa, as well as dreams about the Glade. His hammock was right next to mine, so when he would whimper at night because of those dreams, I’d always wake him up gently and say sweet words to him before he would place his hand on my arm and ask me to lay with him.

And I probably know what you’re probably thinking; have Thomas and I had our first kiss? And my answer to that would be… no.

It’s a couple weeks after Christmas and everyone is helping out by taking down all the homemade Christmas decorations we all pitched in to make. Of course, we got to keep the ones we made. We just had to remember where we put them for next year.

Oh, I forgot to mention that in the four months Thomas and I have been together for, he and Vince, along with Minho, Gally and Jorge, built a small hut for him and I to live in.

Okay. Back to now.

I noticed that Thomas was talking to Vince very animatedly. What it was, I couldn’t tell you, but it had me very intrigued.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Sonya asked, startling me. She chuckled, “I’m sorry,” while putting her hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t do that ever again,” I said.

“You’ve said that before. Didn’t really work.” Feeling someone walk up next to me, they asked, “What are they talking about?”

Shrugging, I said, “I don’t know, Hare. But it must be something very important.” I guess they shared a look because I heard them both lightly chuckle. I looked between them and said, “Care to share with the rest of the Glade? I mean, class.”

Walking by, Aris said, “They’re talking about you, Y/N/N.”

I followed him with my eyes as he walked away, something inside of me saying to follow him. “Hey, wait a second! You can’t just walk by spilling that kind of information and not give details.” “Can’t. All the guys are sworn to secrecy. See ya later!”

What he said stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe that he would hold out on me! So, I did what any other girl would do. I went to Brenda.

“Bren!” I exclaimed, finding her reading in her hammock.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” she said, sitting up slightly. “What’s–”

“What’s Thomas planning? Aris said he was talking to Vince about me, and I need to know what he’s planning,” I interrupted.

I noticed her eyes go wide, but I didn’t think enough to stop my mouth from spilling the words that came out. “Because I always help him plan things, even if it’s for me. I mean, I even helped plan our first date because everyone knows I love walking on the beach and stargazing–”

“Y/N/N!” Brenda exclaimed.

Shutting my mouth, I sighed and closed my eyes. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is,” Thomas said.

I turned around and faced him, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before walking away, embarrassed that he just heard my ranting. I don’t know what happened next because I walked back to our hut, sitting on our bed and staring out at the water from the window.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I felt the bed dip from Thomas sitting next to me. He didn’t say anything, just held out his hand for me to take, to which I did. Gently dragging me out of bed, Thomas took me to the door of our hut, turning me to face him.

“If you look up, I’ll show what I’ve been ‘planning’,” he said.

I did as I was told and looked up, seeing mistletoe hanging down. Smiling a little, I looked back at him. “You’re gonna kiss me under the mistletoe?” Shrugging, he said, “I want our first kiss to be special.”

Leaning up on my toes and wrapping my arms around his neck, I whispered, “Would’ve been special either way,” before putting my lips upon his. I savored the feeling of finally having his lips on mine.

When we pulled away and rested our foreheads against each other, I said the three words I’ve been waiting to say. “I love you.”

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A/N 2: gif doesn't go with the theme of the request, but oh well. let me know what you thought!

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[fossntwriter]

More than Life Itself

Newt x reader

Summary: the reader was taken by WCKD when Minho was and Newt’s determined to get her back, but it will take a little convincing

You honestly didn’t know how long it had been since you last saw your friends, but you did know that it was a long time ago. When you were with them, you felt happy and safe for the most part (when you weren’t running for your lives) but it’s been months since you’ve felt anything but hopelessness and despair. 

You were only in the glade for a couple of months before Thomas came up and figured a way out with Minho. But, in those short months, Newt and you became best friends. You were practically inseparable all throughout the maze and the scorch, up until you were taken by WCKD with Minho. You wondered if he missed you as much as you missed him. You hoped your friends would come for you, but you also knew that if they did-it would be incredibly dangerous. You didn’t want to get your hopes up in case they never came or didn’t make it. 

You wanted to know more than anything that they were safe though. You would give anything to know that they were alive and okay. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t ever find out unless they or the right arm finally helped you escape from the clutches of WCKD. 

You thought you were safe at the right arm. You thought you were finally going to live a happy and somewhat normal life. But nothing lasts forever. You knew that. But when you arrived at the camp where people from the right arm were going to help you, you finally found a sense of safety and security. You were finally going to live your life with your friends and the boy you loved. 

You remembered when you first found out that he loved you. 

It was one of those nights in the glade where you just couldn’t sleep. Your brain was still wondering what your life was like before the maze. Did you have any siblings? What did your parents look like? You lied wide awake in your hammock just thinking about what the outside world is like and why you were taken here. You were restless and getting bored of just laying there, so you decided to take a walk to burn off some energy and hopefully get to sleep soon. 

You started to quietly walk around the glade, enjoying the silence of it at night. It was peaceful for once. Until you heard the screeches of a greiver from inside the walls of the maze. It wasn’t a sound you were really afraid of anymore after having spent a couple of weeks in the glade already, but it did send shivers down your spine just thinking about the deadly creatures. 

You just tried to ignore the sounds and continue walking, letting your feet guide you. You somehow winded up in the homestead. You decided to just sit in there and try to enjoy the peace and quiet. A little while later, a certain blonde-haired boy walked the stairs and let out a startled (but still quiet) noise upon seeing somebody on the main floor at this time of night. But he quickly calmed down when he saw that it was you. 

“(y/n)? What are you doing up at this hour?” He asked curiously.

You looked at him and shrugged, “Just thinking.”

“About?...” He prompted as he took a seat on the floor next to you.

“What my life was like. I just want to know what my family looked like. And why I’m here.Why I was sent here. I want to know what my life would be like right now, if I was still with my family. Ya know? I don’t even know what they look like. I just want a moment with them, to meet them.”

Newt nodded, having thought the same thing before about his family. “I get it.”

You nodded and looked at him. “What are you doing up at this hour?”

He shrugged, “Just restless. My body won’t let me bloody sleep.” 

“Want to do something?” You asked, “Maybe doing something will help us sleep.”

“Like what?” He asked.

“Like a game. Pictionary?” 

He let out a small laugh, “Sure. Why the bloody hell not.”

You giggled and got up, starting to rummage through droors as quietly as you could, looking for paper and a pencil of some sort. 

Moments later you came back and started to draw. Newt wasn’t even watching the paper though, he was watching you. A look of awe on his face as he admired your beauty. He found himself staring at you a lot. You were just so bloody beautiful to him, and you tried to stay positive even though being in the glade can seem hopeless at times. He admired your passion to help others. You were genuinely kind and cared about everyone. Even Gally liked you. 

“Newt.” You snapped your finger in front of his face, letting him out of his trance. You had a smile on your face as you realized he was staring at you, and Newt blushed at having been caught. 

“Oh sorry.” He said, scratching the back of his neck, nervously. 

“Why were you looking at me instead of the paper?” You asked obliviously, letting out a small giggle.

His heart fluttered at the sound, it was the most gorgeous sound he’s ever heard. 

“Umm, I-I was...” He stumbled over his words as his blush grew darker, and stopped talking when he heard you giggle again. An adorable smile graced his face at the sound again. 

He looked down at your drawing on the paper, and saw two people holding hands with a heart drawn between them.  

He looked back up at you, “Hey, (y/n)?”

“hmm?” You asked, wondering what he was going to ask you.

“I just- I wanted to tell you something.”

“Okay,” You said kindly, “What is it?”

“I- I, um, I just w-wanted to say that, I l-love you.” He stuttered out, obviously sounding scared to tell you that. 

You were taken aback, not expecting to ever hear the words you wanted him to say, but here you were. You were so shocked, that you forgot how to breath for a second as all air left your lungs. Newt let out a cough of nervousness, which seemed to bring you to your senses and say something back.

“Wow.” You breathed out. Newt didn’t know what to make of the reaction. He was nervous that that was all you had said, and for sure that you were going to reject him, until he saw a bright smile take over your shocked face. 

“I love you too.” 

He let out a laugh of disbelief and ran a hand through his hair, ecstatic that you felt the same way. Without thinking, he leaned over and kissed you.

And you kissed him back.

Your thoughts of him were broken by the sound of your door opening, and a WCKD doctor stepping in. He didn’t bother to say anything to you, knowing that you were probably in no mood to talk to him-since you never were.

You closed your eyes and tried to forget you where here, in this building, with these awful people who seemed to not give damn about how you felt. You hated it here. They didn’t give you a choice in anything. They did whatever they pleased and they did it whenever they wanted to do it. You let a tear slip out of your eye and felt it as it rolled down your cheek. You were miserable here. Put through hell everyday. You’ve never wished so badly to die. WCKD had broken down your spirits and normally positive behavior, but because of them-you had lost all hope. You wanted out of this place. You were not treated like a real human. To them, you were a subject. You were their subject to experiment on you with. To take your blood. To sacrifice you slowly to find a cure. 

When you first got here, you put up a fight. You would punch or slap anyone that tried to get near you or tried to stick a needle in you. Eventually, they strapped you down to the white bed in your gray room so they could conduct their experiments without you harming them. As time went on, you stopped fighting. Losing the energy to do so. You were hardly let out of your room. You got two small meals a day and a bathroom break only once. 

The doctor ignored the tears silently rolling down your face and continued on with his work as he got a needle ready to draw more of your blood. You felt the needle being inserted into your arm, and you wanted to punch the guy so badly, but you couldn’t because of your restraints. And even if the restraints weren’t there, you weren’t sure you could properly kick the doctor’s ass considering how weak you had gotten over the months of being trapped here.

You just wanted to die. You’ve never wanted to die before, but now you would rather die 100 times than stay here and be treated like this. 

But you couldn’t do anything about it. It was hopeless. 

As soon as the doctor left, you let out a breath of relief. Thankful that you could finally be alone again, but still unhappy.

You tried to get some sleep considering you haven’t really done too much of that since arriving. 

It was only a couple of moments later that your door opened and in walked someone you never thought you would see again in your life.

Newt.

You gasped. “Newt!” You said, sounding relieved, and pulling on the bindings that held you down. 

“Oh thank bloody goodness.” Newt said when he saw you. He made his way over to you quickly, a small, happy but yet worried smile on his face. 

“H-How did you get in here?” You asked with hope in your voice that you would finally escape with the boy you loved with your entire heart. 

“Long story, no time to explain.” He headed right to the droor where there were scissors so he could cut the bindings holding you. 

While he rummaged through the droor full of things to find them, you tried to struggle your way out a little more but soon gave up because you knew it was useless.

“Did you find Minho?” You asked.

“Minho?” He asked confused. 

“Your best friend, Minho. He was taken along with me.” You told him suspiciously. How could he forget his best friend?

“Oh right. Minho.” He said, his voice void of any emotion as he finally found the scissors and started to walk back over to you. “I almost forgot about him.” He laughed nervously. 

This was not your Newt. He would never forget about any of his friends, especially if they were in danger. 

“Stop!” You shouted at him, and Newt stopped in his tracks. “You’re not him! You’re not the real Newt!” 

Then you heard a voice come over the speaker, “Test for subject A11 completed.” You had a look of confusion on your face, but then when you looked back over to where Newt was, his appearance started to change into one of a WCKD doctor. 

You let out a sob as you realize that you were right. This was fake. It was all a test to see if you could figure out that it wasn’t really Newt, and that you weren’t actually going to be saved. 

You let out a sob of despair as the doctor that was once disguised as Newt walked out of the room. All the hope you had just had moments ago, shattered into a million pieces as you were left in the awful room by yourself once again.

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That was a couple of weeks ago. You didn’t think you could’ve ever not trusted WCKD anymore, but after that test, you didn’t trust anything you saw or heard.

Not even when you heard gunshots from outside of your room. You kept staring at the ceiling of the horrid place you have been at for what felt like years. 

When the door to your room opened, you didn’t even look at whoever stepped in, already knowing it was a doctor to put you through your daily hell. 

“(Y/n)?” You heard a voice. His voice.  

“Not again.” You whispered as you began to cry. “I can’t do this again!” You shouted and started to pull at the bindings with the little strength you had left.

Newt was taken aback by your reaction. Not again. I can’t do this again. What did that mean? He cautiously walked over to you. He wanted to hug you and kiss you but clearly WCKD did something to you, and he knew he couldn’t yet.

What did they do to you? He wondered. He thought you would be at least a little happy when you saw him, but you were laying there with tears trickling down your cheeks and trying to squirm away from him the best you could. 

Seeing you like this broke his heart. 

“(Y/n/n). It’s me. It’s Newt.” He said, voice cracking with sympathy at your tired and terrified state. You had bags under your eyes and your skin was paler than he remembered it being. You were looked skinnier too. 

“No! Stop!” You shouted at him as you continued to stop, “Don’t come any closer!”

Tears started to well up in Newt’s eyes at her reaction to him.

“Please.” She whispered in defeat. “I know it’s not him. I know it’s not actually Newt.”

“What?” He asked disbelievingly. He was confused. What did they do to you to make you think it wasn’t him. To make you this terrified of him coming any closer to you. 

Then Thomas came into the room with Minho in tow. They both looked shock at how much you were crying and trying to get away from Newt. When the say the confused and heartbroken look on Newt’s face, they knew that WCKD must have done something to you.

Thomas tried to convince you as well. “(y/n), it’s us. It’s really us. I promise.”

“Don’t give me hope if you’re just going to take it away again. Please. I can’t do this anymore.” 

All of their hearts broke upon hearing what you had just said. 

“How can we prove it to you?’ Newt asked quietly.

You thought for a second, trying to calm down enough. A little flicker of hope sparked inside of you at hearing the genuine concern in his voice for you. Maybe it was him? Maybe it was actually your friends this time. You wanted to know for sure. “Tell me something only you would know.” You told who you hoped was actually Newt when you started to stop crying. 

He thought for a moment, trying to think of something that happened between the two of you. Then he remembered.

He slowly, walked to where you were, Thomas and Minho watching him cautiously, hoping whatever he was going to say was going to work. 

“Back in the glade, there was a night where neither of us could sleep.” He began, and you listened intently. “You and I sat on the floor in the homestead, telling each other why we couldn’t sleep. Then you said that we should play pictionary together, to have something to do. So we did. You started drawing but I wasn’t even looking at the paper because I was too busy looking at how beautiful you looked. You asked me why I was staring at you and that’s when I told you that I loved you. It took you a couple of seconds to say it back, but you did.” 

Tears started to form in your eyes, but not of sadness and fear this time, but because he was actually there. It was him. It was the real Newt. The real Thomas and the real Minho. The Newt dug around in his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. When he unfolded it, you saw the two people you drew with a heart.

“I kept it.” He whispered. 

“Oh my god, it’s actually you.” You breathed out and started sobbing with happiness this time.

Newt looked so happy and relieved that you finally believed him. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I won’t ever let them hurt you again.”

And then he kissed you. It had been months and months since you’ve felt his lips on yours and it felt just as loving as you remembered. You kissed him back right away. As soon as he broke the kiss, you two just looked at each other, finally taking in the details of each others faces in for the first time in was seemed like a lifetime. 

“I love you.” You told him.

“I love you more than life itself.”

[thelastcitysposts]

I Need You To Be Safe

Character: Newt

Fandom: The Maze Runner, Death Cure Setting

Categories: Reader Insert, GenderNeutral!Reader, Angst, A sprinkle of fluff

Word Count: 5037

Warnings: Violence, blood, violence against the reader.

Requested?: NO

Summary: Thomas, Newt and Y/N just recovered Minho from WCKD’s last city. Working their way out of the chaos, Newt’s condition worsens. Can Y/N and the rest save him in time?

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It felt like they all had been running for years. And it felt like there was no sign of stopping soon. No where they went felt safe, trustworthy. As long as WCKD wanted to find them there was nowhere safe for them to go.

That’s why the second Newt had woken you from your sleep that night many weeks ago, explaining that Thomas was going to sneak out and go get Minho back. You knew you would happily go too. Because no matter where you all were, you had to run.

You had made it through the tunnels filled with cranks, (thanks to Brenda and Jorge), made it through to the gates of the city, seeking refuge with a surprise entrance from Gally, and now you were waiting back with Frypan in Lawrence’s camp for the boys to come back and speak about a plan to get into the WCKD building. Usually having this many things happen to a person within the span of a couple days would traumatize someone, but after everything they had been through. Nothing was new at this point.

You sat on a stool, knees jumping up and down as you waited anxiously. ‘They are going to be fine, Y/N’ Frypan whispered to you, placing a hand on your shoulder in the hopes to calm you down. You just nodded, it felt weird to be away from Newt and Thomas amongst everything. You hadn’t been away from their presence in the longest time.

Suddenly, the grate that laid on the ground in which the boys had left through earlier popped right back open and revealed the three, causing a small smile to grow on your face before it settled back down due to the anxious looks on the others. Newt made his way over to you, giving you shoulder a little pat before taking a stance around a table.

Newt and yourself had a very unspoken connection, always leaning on each other in times of grief and being particularly cuddly with each other. It was something no one talked about, minds filled with more dangerous thoughts. But, you both knew how you felt for each other, it just wasn’t worth saying anything right now.

You followed the boys around the table, trying to understand what was going through their minds right now. The three were silent, not saying a word about what they saw. You just began presuming that something awful had just happened. ‘Well, did you find a way in?’ you asked Thomas, taking a glance at Gally along the way and standing next to Newt.

Newt seemed ridgid, a temperamental nature surrounding him. It made you look over at him, scanning over him for wounds or something that could make him seem so cold, which just wasn’t a characteristic that the boy held. ‘It’s Teresa’ Gally awared the group.

You took a step back, this was the same girl that was your friend back in the glade. You trusted her just like you did with the rest of the boys. But just like everything else in the world, it changed. She was the reason they weren’t in a safe haven now, the reason Minho was taken alongside all of the innocent young people that were safe for once.

‘No, there’s got to be another way’ Thomas spoke, while pacing back and forth around the table. ‘Like what? You’ve seen the building, she is our only way in,’ Gally pointed out, while looking down at the blueprints and map he held under his fingers. You looked towards the man before seeing out of the corner of your eye Newt starting to pick at his fingers and chew his nails off. He was angry, it made you go cold inside. Tearing your eyes away slowly from Newt’s movements you slowly spoke, ‘Do you really think that she would just help us?’. Gally looked towards you, starting to get agitated himself. ‘I don’t plan on asking her for permission’ he chuckled lightly.

‘Am I missing something here? This is the same girl who betrayed us, correct? Same dick?’ Brenda asked, making you hold back a slight bit of laughter on how Brenda described the girl. She wasn’t wrong, one bit. And with all the pent up emotion that you felt after everything it might just be time to use Teresa just like how she used you, and the people closest to you. ‘I like her’ Gally added to Brenda, making you all smile just slightly before Newt spoke, startling you all by his tone and appearance.

‘What? Are you afraid your little girlfriend is going to get hurt? Hmm? This has obviously never just been about rescuing Minho’ he started to ramble. Your eyes went wide with his demeanor as you instinctively reached a hand out from under the table to hold his own, which he quickly slapped away, eyeing you dangerously. ‘What are you talking about, Newt?’ you asked the boy, who never brought his eye contact away from Thomas who looked just as shocked as the rest of the group.

‘Teresa!’ Newt yelled, while climbing off his seat and stalking towards Thomas. ‘I mean, she’s the only reason why Minho went missing in the first place. Now we finally have the opportunity to get him back and, what?’ the blonde haired boy yelled and started to press Thomas against the wall while saliva and negativity was thrown out of his mouth. ‘You don’t want to because of her? Because deep down inside you still care about her, don’t you?’ Newt exclaimed. You look over to Frypan standing up now and eye him, trying to see if he had any idea of what was going on. He shrugged, never taking his eye’s of the boys.

‘Just admit it’ Newt asked of Thomas, venom laced in his voice. ‘Newt’ Thomas whispered, looking over to you for some sort of help knowing that Newt and yourself had a connection. You rose up from your position, stalking over behind Newt. ‘Don’t lie to me!’ he screamed, shoving Thomas roughly against the wall. This causes you to jump back slightly.

‘Dont. Lie. To Me’ Newt repeated himself, looking deep into Thomas’ eyes. You walked further behind Newt, gently caressing his arm in the hopes it might just calm him down in the slightest.  Suddenly, Newt's posture changed, looking back towards you, the group and then Thomas. ‘I’m sorry’ he whispered to his friends, ‘I’m sorry’ he whispered again to you before trailing himself out slowly to the door.

You looked at Thomas, still not knowing what had happened. ‘I’ll go talk to him’ you mumbled. Feeling the tension hot and heavy in the air. You followed your feet towards the door. Thomas following your steps closely behind you. What could've caused Newt to react like this? You thought, he just wasn’t this person. No matter what happened to him or the trauma that he had gone through, he never, ever, acted like this. You both walked in silence up to the roof. Seeing Newt with his feet dangling off the roof.

Making your way over to where he was sitting, you placed yourself right next to him with Thomas lingering behind you both. Obviously slightly scared to have another reaction like that from Newt.

Newt took in a deep breath, turning his head to look over the sunrise that started to cascade into the beaten down housing surrounding you all. No one dared to speak first. ‘I’m sorry about that. Back there’ he finally broke the silence. Looking towards Thomas first, with sincere eyes before turning to you and nodding. He looked back towards the sunrise and played with his fingers once more. ‘What’s up, Newt?’ you asked him sweetly, trying to calm him as he was obviously very anxious.

He smiled lightly before looking down towards his forearm. ‘I guess I can’t hide this anymore’ he spoke softly before pulling up the sleeves of his jacket. Your eyes went wide. Newt wasn’t immune. Your jaw hung, almost hitting the roof underneath you it felt. You felt a tear try to make its way to your eye but you tried your best to look strong, for him.

Thomas bent down to your levels, taking a closer look at Newt’s arm in sorrow. ‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ you asked, a crack evident in your voice. Newt’s other hand reaches down to touch your thigh to give you some form of comfort. ‘Didn’t think it would make any difference. All I know is that WCKD must’ve put me in that maze for a reason. Maybe it was literally just so that they could tell the difference between immune’s like you and people like me,’ he admitted. It made your heart hurt, they could’ve helped him. Back when they first found the Right Arm, Mary would have helped. You took your eyes away from Newt’s arm, looking at the sunrise and trying to calm yourself down.

‘You know, we can still fix this Newt’ Thomas finally spoke, looking at his friend with hope still evident in his eyes, even though these days it looked like that fire was slowly burning away. ‘Don’t worry about me. This is about Minho. Now, he needs us. All of us’ he stated, looking towards you with a stern face. ‘So if there is even the slightest chance, that we can save him. That we can get him out of there then we have to take that. No matter what the cost’ Newt explained, looking back at Thomas again.

You were too confused, too angry to really speak now. He had been hiding this awful thing from you all for so long, his dignity and humble nature trying to protect you all from the truth but it could’ve been rectified. ‘Okay, I hear you’ Thomas spoke. Looking towards you. He knew how you felt about the boy. He knew what you were hiding behind your tongue. The feelings that you felt towards Newt and he knew that this would be affecting you in a much different way than he could imagine. ‘I’m going to give you guys a minute. I’ll be downstairs with the others’ Thomas mumbled, nodding towards you as you continued to look towards the sun. Newt nodded a thank you, watching Thomas’ retreating figure before turning to you again and hoping you would look at him.

‘Y/N?’ he asked sweetly, rubbing his thumb across your thigh and his other arm draped alongside himself, obviously becoming painful. ‘You know Newt, we could’ve done something. If you had just spoken about it sooner we could've done something to help you’ you stated, ripping your eyes away from the sunrise to look at him. Newt was taken aback slightly by your words but kept his composure. ‘It doesn’t matter now, Y/N, we have bigger and much greater issues to face’ he mumbled taking his hand away from you. ‘Our friend needs us-’ he added before you interrupted. ‘You need us! Newt, you need us. We need you! I need you’ you replied, letting your much awaited tears fall down your cheek.

‘Okay Y/N, I know but -’ You shook your head. ‘No Newt, you don’t understand. I need you more than you realize. More than you will ever know, especially now’ you huffed. Standing up to walk back down to the others to try and distract yourself from the fact that the love of your life was most likely going to die. ‘Y/N! Stop’ he announced behind you. You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face him with a scowl on your face. ‘You don’t know how much I need you! You don’t get it. I kept this from you all because I knew what would happen! You would help me instead of fighting for our freedom. I want us all to be safe, I need you to be safe’ he exclaimed, walking up closer to you.

‘I’m never going to be safe or feel safe if you won’t even be there with us’ you yelled back to him. He stopped himself, eyeing you up and down. Not knowing what to do in order to show you what he truly meant in this moment. He needs you to be safe so that he could be at peace, needs to know you are happy so that he can be happy. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. He looked back into your eyes before storming up to you and entrapping you in a mighty kiss. One that knocked the air straight out of your lungs. You were shocked, eyes still open with so much emotion running through your veins that you didn’t even know what you were supposed to do or say. So instead, you melted into him and poured out your soul.

After a few seconds, holding each other, he backed away, leaning his head against your own and panting slightly. ‘I need you to be safe. That’s my priority,’ he whispered. You nodded, taken aback by the moment. Looking into his eyes, you could see how scared he was. How in pain he was. You placed your hand around the back side of his neck. ‘I need you next to me. Forever. So don’t get mad at me if I try to help you’ you whisper back. He smiled lightly, nodding before grabbing you close, holding you as the sun began to rise further up above the buildings.

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You had made it into the WCKD headquarters, after a rather rough interrogation of Teresa you all had come up with a plan of escaping. Newt, Thomas and Gally had luckily been able to disguise themselves as guards while you dressed yourself in a doctor's uniform. Luckily enough your face would definitely not be recognized easily now that Teresa had taken out your microchip. Your white lab coat bounced the bright white lights hanging from the ceilings. Newt stayed by your side, or right behind you the whole time. Sometimes squeezing your hand to make sure we're okay until you all had to fight your way out of there.

Luckily, you had found Minho. But now you were all trapped inside of a room with no foreseeable way out. ‘Newt, come on!’ Minho yelled, trying to get the boy to help him push down some drawers to block the door more. You paced around looking left, right and center for some way to get out of here. You all stood next to Thomas, wrapping your arm around Newt’s bicep as you began to feel cornered. Like a lab rat. ‘Oh shit’ Thomas mumbled, looking towards the door. Sparks started to come out from the other side as they attempted to pry the door open.

‘Any ideas?’ Minho asked, as we all slowly started to back away from our impending doom that awaited us on the other side of the doors. You unlocked yourself from Newt, causing him to flurry his arm back in an attempt to keep him near you, but you were too focussed on what Thomas was looking at. The windows. ‘Maybe’ Thomas mumbled before you ran across the room and grabbed a tank of nitrogen that laid on the ground. Newt followed after you, getting Thomas and Minho to replace you as the boys chucked it out of the window.

You started to freak out, dying from falling out of a building wasn’t exactly how you pictured your death but at least you wouldn’t die being a WCKD lab rat.

Watching the tank fall into the water bed on the ground you looked back at Newt, reaching to him. ‘Okay, it’s doable,’ you mumbled, mostly to yourself for reassurance. The three boys looked at you like it was crazy. ‘We just need a little running start’ Thomas agreed while backing up further from the window frame. Newt grabbed your hand and held you close to him. He was getting weaker and weaker every second that passed, you hoped that deep down Brenda had gotten those remedies and that everything would be okay soon. Back to the way life should be. Peaceful, safe.

‘Are you sure about this?’ Minho asked Thomas. ‘Not really’ he admitted. That’s the first time you had seen him doubt himself, which made you shudder with anxieties but Newt gripped onto your waist as tight as he could muster, trying to calm you. ‘Nice pep talk’ Minho added. ‘Yeah, we are all bloody inspired’ Newt laughed. Giving you a light kiss on the head before turning back to the window. While you all stood around, procrastinating to avoid jumping out, you all heard a loud bang and scrape, seeing that Janson and the guards had made their way through the door. ‘Shit’ Thomas yelled before starting to run to the window. Minho, Newt and yourself following behind.

Newt grabbed onto you as you flew through the air, down what seemed like a hundred story building. Gripping onto his collar you didn’t dare look down until you all landed in the water, frantically trying to reach the surface to get another puff of oxygen. You were the first one to reach the surface, so you scanned for the others as they all started to appear on the surface. Looking back up at Janson briefly you started to make your way over to the edges of the pool, yanking yourself up and then helping Newt up, who seemed to be losing all his strength at this point which made you even scareder than you could be.

Before you could even ask him how he was feeling you heard the clocking of guns behind you, resulting in Newt clicking back on and dragging you behind him, to see four heavily armed guardsmen surrounding you all. Physically shaking you lent your head on Newt’s back. ‘You four! Don’t move’ one the guards announced through his mask. Letting your mind float elsewhere as you tried to take in your surroundings to see if there was any way to get out of this situation AGAIN.

‘Take it easy. Hey! Don’t even think about it’ the guard yelled at Thomas as the boy started to reach for the gun in his holster. ‘Get on your knees with your hands in the air’ he added, but before you could even start moving down to the ground, one of the other guards started to shoot down the others, falling to the ground. Ripping off his mask he showed that it was Gally. Letting out a sigh of relief as he did so.

‘Gally?’ Minho looked shocked to see his former friend again. ‘Minho’ he nodded before looking back up to the window we jumped down from. ‘You guys are nuts’

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Looking around, the last city was being blown into pieces. Everything around you is either falling down, or being shot at. It was a new level of terrifying that you hadn’t been aware of yet. Sure, it was a great distraction for you all to sneak out of the city without being noticed but Newt was falling to pieces too. Each second that passed it was harder and harder. You held him close to you, as you all cowered away in a pile of rubble to avoid the war that was going on around you all.

Thomas was speaking on the walkie talkie, speaking to Brenda about our chances of getting out. But you couldn’t listen, all of your energy being poured into Newt. ‘Listen to me, we are going to get you out of here’ you whispered to him as he panted and his face turned discolored. Thomas suddenly shot up. ‘We gotta move. Our ride is here’ he exclaimed while grabbing onto Newt, pulling him from the ground with the blonde leaning on his shoulder, Minho rushing to the other side as they dragged him along the uneven ground. You ran ahead with Gally, grasping Newt’s gun in your hand as you battled the streets. ‘Alright Newt, we are almost there,’ Gally claimed as we turned a corner. You nodded to your boy, held flimsily in the other's arms. You rushed forward only to be thrown back as a flying car was hurdled in front of you, landing on your back side. Slowly getting up with a ringing in your ears you hear Gally shouting to get back.

Lawrence’s army flooded through the new opening and began to take on WCKD and the city. You looked over to Newt, crawling over and placing your hands on his thighs, hoping he would look you in the eye. ‘We gotta go, we gotta go’ Thomas mumbled trying to pry Newt off the ground. ‘No we don’t’ Newt replied weakly as you looked at him, trying to bring the sick boy you loved from the ground. ‘Come on Newt, please’ you begged him. He started coughing up black slime, panting heavily. It made your heartbreak as you kept a worried eye on him. ‘Y/N, Minho and Gally. Run ahead, grab the serum. Get back to us as soon as you can’ Thomas mumbled to you all. ‘No’ you easily let out. ‘I’m not leaving him’ you said sternly. Thomas looked at you with pleading eyes, not wanting to give up on his friend but not wanting anyone to stay around here any longer. Newt too out of it to say anything back to you.

‘I won’t do it. I can’t do it. Gally, Minho, you two go. Now’ you begged them. ‘They're right. I can cover’ Gally told his friends. Eyeing you down and holding a hand to your shoulder for support. You gratefully nodded back, a weird feeling of Gally giving you hope but taking it in and processing it.

Newt grabbed Minho’s hand, thanking him kindly and looking back to you, black slime reaching down his neck and his eyes so bloodshot you couldn’t even see his normal brown ones anymore. You pressed your head against his hand as he fidgeted and coughed. The old Newt slowly flushing away from his aura and being drowned by the disease. You just hoped they would get back in time to save him.

He started to grunt as you laid your head on his hand. Looking back up at him you could see him starting to turn. ‘Newt! Newt please hang on. Please. Hang in there, for me’ you begged him as he continued on his path to insanity. ‘Hey!’ Thomas yelled, grabbing the boy's collar bringing him back into the real world. ‘We are going to try this. Okay? We got to move. Now’ Thomas instructed the boy, looking back at you as you nodded. Ready to carry Newt anywhere you had to. ‘Let’s get you up. Come on’ you asked of Newt as you tried lifting his arm up. ‘No, Y/N. No. Take this’ he begged as you shook him, ripping a necklace off his chest and trying to hand it to you. ‘Take it!’ he yelled. You knew it wasn’t him yelling, but you still stared at him in shock. You grabbed it immediately from his hand, looking at the small metal vile on the piece of fabric. ‘Please, Y/N/N. Please’ you nodded at his begging. A small tear coming from your eyes as you put it in your pocket of the lab coat you were still unfortunately wearing.

‘Now we have to go. Okay?’ Thomas begged the boy as he grabbed one shoulder and you leant down immediately grabbing the other to support him. You all grunted in pain, trying to drag the poor boy's legs across the ground.

You all searched the scenery in front of you, trying to find a place where you could go and hide, or even better yet closer to wherever Minho and Gally could be. Hurriedly dodging the bullets and people storming around you. Eventually, you ended up in what was the metro station. ‘Stay with me Newt. Please’ you begged as you grunting carrying the weight of the skinny boy across the ground.

Suddenly, he started to convulse and move unwillingly against Thomas’ and your own grip, slowly making his way back down to the ground. ‘No no no’ you mumbled, reaching back down to the ground to grab him. He was making animalistic noises and gasping for air. More tears came through the flood gates as you looked at Thomas. ‘We have to keep moving. We have to get him that serum. Now’ you begged him but all he could hear was his best friend in pain. Thomas hurriedly grabbed his shoulders, dragging him along the ground as you stood up. Hand clasped around your mouth so you didn’t sob.

Shortly after, Thomas collapsed onto the ground with Newt in his lap. You ran back over to them as Thomas stood from his friend. You pressed your fingers against your loved one's pulse, feeling how fast his heart rate was made you worry even more.

Thomas moved even more when he began hearing Teresa’s voice emitting around the city. Explaining to Thomas that there was still time. That he was the cure, his blood was the antidote to the virus. He could help save Newt, and he was the reason Brenda was still alive. This caused you to stand, if that would help you to hear her better. Thomas can save Newt, Thomas can end his suffering. Even just the thought made a small smile appear on your face as you turned back around to see your weak, paralysed boy start to climb up from the ground. ‘Newt’ you mumbled. Looking at him as he turned around, head slung to the side, black goo running from his mouth like a waterfall and eyes of a predator.

Suddenly the most animalistic screech came from his mouth, Thomas immediately throwing you away from his point of impact and being tackled by Newt himself. ‘Newt!’ you screamed, rushing off to the two as they fought on the ground. Thomas begged Newt to come to his senses and realize what he was doing. ‘Newt! It’s me!’ he yelled as the boy rushed over back towards him.

Thomas threw Newt to the ground, Newt spitting up blood and coming alive again. ‘I’m sorry Tommy, kill me!’ he yelled, making you let out an audible sob as you approached him. ‘We’re not doing that Newt, there’s a way!’ you yelled to him as you were within inches of him. Suddenly, he threw himself off the ground and tackled you to the ground. ‘Newt! Please! It’s me’ you yelled, holding his strong arms back as he tried to scratch and bite on you. After a few seconds of this behavior. The old Newt came back.

You continued holding his arms back but released some tension from them, watching as Thomas was backing up and trying to see if Minho and Gally were close by. The boy above you huffed and puffed, holding back onto your arms to give you some sort of comfort. ‘I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry’ he pleaded with you. You nodded back to him, crying as you held him away from you when all you wanted to do was bring him closer. ‘It’s okay’ you let out breathlessly. Letting your head lean back to touch the ground.

Newt then reached into your pocket, grabbing the grab he had given you earlier and placing it on his head. ‘No!’ you screamed, kicking it out of his hand with the leg you had free from his straddle and watching it fly across the ground. Newt screeched again, going back to being a crank and trying to grab onto you.

Fighting against him was hard enough for you mentally, but then having to chuck him off you was even harder. He curled onto the ground, spitting out black goods before grabbing a knife that was in his pants. You stalked over behind him on your knees, trying to creep up on him and smack the knife out of his hand again. Afraid he was going to hurt himself. Before he turned around and swiped the knife on you, causing you to fall back onto the ground. You let out a yell to Thomas before Newt climbed back on top of you, grasping the knife with strength you didn’t know he had and trying to feed it into your heart. ‘Newt, please. I love you, please’ you screamed out. Trying to make reason with him as you watched the disease fight with his brain in his head.

He released his grip, making you relax for a moment before he reached around and stabbed you in the side. You let out a loud scream before you watched Brenda run up behind Minho and stab him in his side with the cure. You let out a long held breath as you began to pant yourself, Thomas immediately running over to you as you started to get tunnel vision.

‘Y/N! Stay with me okay. You’ll be okay, we’re all going to be okay’ she exclaimed, holding pressure around the knife on your side as you nodded slowly, turning your head over to look at the unconscious Newt. ‘Did you do it? Did you save him?’ you asked her softly. She nodded immediately, letting yourself relax as your vision caved in. ‘No Y/N. No!’ Brenda shook you, trying to get you to open your eyes as you tried your hardest. Seeing Newt start to stirr and awake as Thomas ran off, probably to talk to Teresa.

Newt woke and looked to his side, seeing your blood pool around your sides he raced over to you even though he was completely weak himself. ‘Y/N! No no no. Please stay with me okay? Please oh my god. I did this. Stay with me love we are going to safety. I’m okay. Everything is okay’ he mumbled trying to grab onto your bloody hand and hold it in his own.

You smiled nodding. ‘I’ll be okay’ you mumbled as Gally slowly began trying to pick you up to bring you to the ship, with Minho helping Newt off the ground. As your eyes began fading into the darkness….

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