#but i'd feel bad taking her to his homestead

[the-fiction-witch]

Council Hall

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Flirty

Y/n lays in her hammock her blanket over her head trying to block the sun that had already peaked over the top of the walls of the maze, but she refuses to get up, far too snuggled in her hammock with her shoes and clothes in a pile below the hammock, left wearing only her oversized boy's hoodie and her cotton panties, only the top of her hair sticking out the top of her blanket, Y/n is the only girl in the glade and has been here a year and a half fairly comfortable and use to the way the glade operated, 

Newt Approached the homestead and Y/n's hammock, a smile escaped his lips as he looked over her, He walked over to her hammock, and his footsteps made a soft thud on the soft earth. He took the blanket in his hand and pulled it down letting the morning light illuminate her face.

She groans and grumbles turning her body away from him and the sunlight, 

Newt chuckles and looks at her with a smirk. His voice is low and affectionate. "Wake up, sleepy head."

"Noooo," She whined, 

Newt chuckled again, "Come on, lazy bones, you know we gotta get to the meeting soon." 

"The meeting can happen without me not like Alby lets me say anything..." She whined tucking the blanket up and back over her face, 

"I’m sure you’ll say something if you want to. Alby is a pretty understanding guy, and you should come, it’s almost time, and we can’t be late…" Newt smiled softly, 

"Noooo," She whined, 

"Aww come on, we gotta be there. It’s an important meeting, and don’t worry, this time I’m sure you’ll get to say something, I’ll even make sure that Alby hears ya!" He cooed, 

"No." She pouts childishly,

"Come on please, for me?" He pouted, 

"You can't just say that every time you want something Newt,"

" I can and will." he smirked, "And I’m telling you right now that I want you to be at the meeting."

"... but my tummy hurts,"

"Does it now? why does your tummy hurt?"

"The moon and my womb have cursed me,"

"Oh please, your period isn’t that bad to complain about."

"You shank! My whole body is ripping itself to shreds right now! I have every right to complain," She complained, 

" Yeah, right. You’re just being dramatic." He laughed crossing his arms over his chest,

"dramatic! I'd like to see you when your body floods with hormones that make you wanna cry one minute and scream with rage the next when you have boobs that have doubled in size and are now so sore you don't dare touch them when your body decides to rip out your flesh crush it up and them cramp your whole lower body to force it out of you though a hole so small you can't even fit your hand."

Newt's expression goes serious and soft. He feels sorry for her "… I take it back" he gulped, He then softly took her by the hand even if she was still under her blanket "I am sorry I shouldn’t have poked fun at you like that. I didn’t think it was that bad."

"yeah, and that's not even adding headaches, backache, vomiting, loss of appetite and the inability to klunk,"

Newt is speechless. He doesn’t know what to say. He is looking into her eyes, seeing her in a whole different light now, after thinking about everything she’s going through every month, he feels so bad for her. "...Bloody Hell,"

"so yeah. I'm not exactly in the mood to hear Alby yell at the runners for wanking in the showers again. I'd rather just lay and die until it's over,"

" So, every month, this happens? And how long does it usually last?"

"four to seven days,"

"And it’s every month right?"

"Every 28 days."

His face is filled with concern, he feels so bad for her now. He just stares at her for a moment, letting the thought soak in. "And you have been here for how long?"

"a year and a half and yes. It does this every. single. month."

"Ohh my god... that's actually insane. I am so so sorry y/n."

"It's fine," She sighed, "such is the life of a woman,"

"Ohh shut up y/n," he joked, 

"don't tell me to shut up... Seems unwise when I could very easily throw up in you right now. Or bleed on you. Whichever you'd find more frightening,"

Newt laughs A genuine laugh,  "His voice is slightly amused when he says I think I’d rather you throw up on me, blood just scares the hell out of me."

"Then I'll bleed on you,"

"oh really? Is that your best threat?"

"It's all I have... Newt do I have to go to the stupid meeting? Can't I just go and lay in a hot bath for like... A week?"

"No, you gotta go to the meeting. I am not letting you miss out on the meeting, if you wanna lay in a hot bath for the whole time after the meeting then fine, but you’re going to that damn meeting." 

"Fine..." she whined as she pulled the blanket off her and climbed out of her hammock, she grabbed her bra slipped it on under her hoodie and slipped up her denim shorts slipping on her shoes, "do I have to?" She whined holding her stomach,

"Yes, you have to. Just try and keep your cool for the meeting, and I know it’s gonna be tough for you but I'll help as much as I can love,"

"newt?" she whined, 

"Yeah, Y/n?"

"Would you carry me?" She whined opening her arms, 

"You want me to carry you?" He smirked,

"Mhm,"

"...C'mere," He rolled his eyes he grabbed her softly and lifted her in his arms carrying her like his own personal princess, The feeling of holding her close made his heartbeat speed up. he carries her in his arms, holding her close as he makes his way to the meeting. she nuzzles into his hoodie slipping her hands in his pockets and almost falling asleep in his arms The sensation of her brings comfort and peace to his mind and he is reluctant to put her down and break this wonderful moment of closeness they are sharing.

Once arriving at the council hall he tries to set her down but she won't let go of him she clings to him so he simply rolls his eyes and sits down keeping her with him she moves slightly to sit on his thigh her head on his chest struggling to keep her eyes open, Newts hands wrap around her as he notices how much pain she is in, as well as trying to comfort her. His heart begins to beat faster and his breath grows shallow as he lets her snuggle her head against his neck, her nuzzling just making him want to pull her even closer. Their bodies almost fit perfectly together and the feeling of her laying her head against him brings an urge to run his hands through her hair, but he resists.

Alby coughs getting everyone's attention and starting on the meeting, Newt's body goes into autopilot as his attention is divided by Y/n clinging to him and Alby starting the meeting. He is looking at Y/n, concerned about her and trying not to think about how much pain she is in. His whole world suddenly seems to narrow down to only Y/n and nothing else. Alby is talking about the food supply and how the crops this month have been lacking and how they are going to have to stretch their rations a little longer. Newt's eyes are only half listening, half watching Y/n. She is almost asleep again from the pain she's in but she nuzzles closer to Newt finding comfort in his grass-like scent and dirty skin, in the middle of the meeting she moves and pressed a kiss into his jaw before she burrowed her nose into the crook of his neck luckily everyone was listening to Alby so didn't notice

Newt's heart rate suddenly speeds up and his body freezes as his cheeks turn a bright red, but he forces himself to stay calm and remain stoic. The sensation of her lips brushing against his skin and her nuzzling into his neck sends an overwhelming surge of desire through him. He struggles to keep the urge away and not lean down or pull her closer. The feeling to kiss her and running his hands through her hair was so strong, but he still resisted. Newt's breath grows shallow and he feels his heartbeat racing.

Newts hands tightly hold Y/n’s back and his thumb massages her back while he thinks about her lips brushing against his skin. He cannot stop his desire from wanting to kiss her and pull her closer but he still resists and forces the urge away. He tries not to think about it but his heart is pounding with desire and the feeling that he wants more only grows the longer he thinks about it. However he forces himself to remain stoic, with his head still up and listening to what Alby is saying. The whole time his heart is beating like never before.

Newts mind was on a completely different track than the meeting. All he could think about was Y/n pressed up against him, and how he wanted to drag his fingers through her hair. A sensation of warmth grows in his stomach and his heartbeat begins to speed up more and more. He wants this meeting to end so he can take her back to the dormitory and lay down with her and maybe kiss her. But he snaps his head back up as he hears the silence and Alby asking if anyone has anything else to add. Newts attention is back on the meeting.

Once the meeting is done everyone heads out leaving only Newt and Y/n, as he sits there he is filled with the desire, he wants to kiss her so damn much but he doesn't move even if he has the urge too,

Y/n has her head buried into his neck and she clings to his body desperately like her life depends on it. Her body is so small in his arms that he feels like he could pick her up and throw her over his shoulder if he really wanted to. The fact that he could have easily man-handled her, and he feels this urge grow inside him to just pick her up and hold her more tightly. Even if it was just for a moment it would feel so good to pick her up and just have her body pressed against him, she nuzzles even closer stroking his hoodie like a blanket giving his neck small nibbles.

The feeling of her nibbling at his neck makes his breath catch and he can feel his heart skipping a beat. Newts breath is shallow and he can feel his heartbeat racing. He is trying to hold back his desire to pull her close and kiss her. He wants to run his hands in her hair and feel her body pressed against him but he won’t do it. His hands are tight and locked around her. He is starting to sweat in his hoodie as he is heating up from the intensity of the urge.

He feels her soft breath on his neck as she is nuzzled up close against him. The urge inside him is almost too much to bare. he thinks about how soft and tender she feels in his hands. Every part of him is wanting to take her head in his hands and just kiss her deeply. He notices her stroking his hoodie with her fingers. He is starting to want this moment to last just a bit longer.

He looks down at her, watching the way her hand strokes his hoodie softly and how she nuzzled her head even closer against his neck. The sensation of her soft body pressed against his is such a contrast to how hard and rough his body is. He feels his heartbeat pick up more and more and a heat is growing in his body that is slowly beginning to feel unbearable.

Suddenly she moves in her sleepy painfilled state and gives his cheek a kiss "thank you for taking care of me newt,"

her kiss on his cheek catches a surge of emotion in him and his body suddenly tightens and he feels his breath catch. His heart beats harder and faster as his body begins to feel all the desires growing inside him. He tries to contain the feeling but when she whispers thank you he can feel his eyes begin to grow moist. He looks down at her beautiful face and his eyes grow heavy and hot as the desire inside him grows. 

He suddenly feels his body acting on its own accord, his body suddenly leans closer and he pulls her into a kiss, but at the last second, he pulls back. 

His body heats up and he is filled with shame. He knows he has to resist. For a moment all the desire and urge inside him is just pure pleasure and bliss but when he pulls away he suddenly feels ashamed and disappointed with his actions. He looks away to avoid looking in her eyes and can’t bring himself to look at her.

"what did I miss?" She sits up and yawned

newt clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck feeling a little bit ashamed of himself. He smiles nervously as he looks away, not wanting to catch her eyes “uhm…” he stares down at his hands “What did you miss…?”

"mhm what did I miss? What did Alby have that was so important?"

Newt's face is flushed red now as he continues avoiding her eyes. “he was… talking about stuff…”

"stuff. You got me out of my cosy hammock... For stuff?" she asked and he nodded "fine... What are you so blushy about?"

he still looks away from her and takes a deep breath “I am not blushy.”

"you look like a strawberry newt. What's going on? Did you get a telling off or something?"

his face is still extremely red and he continues avoiding her eyes “no… it’s nothing.”

"newt. Tell me. Or I will throw up in you"

he lets out a sigh and looks back at her, he is still avoiding her eyes “I… well… I might of tried to kiss you…. At the meeting.”

"you... Did what now?" she glared,

he finally looks her in the eyes as he takes a deep breath “I tried to kiss you.”

"on the lips?'

his whole face lights up red when he thinks about the moment again and nods his head “on the lips.”

"and?"

his jaw clamps down and he starts to feel heat all over his body from the embarrassment “and I was gonna pull you even closer… but I pulled back.”

"I see..."

his words catch in his throat and he is feeling very uncomfortable looking at her, he takes a deep shaky breath and looks back at his hands “Im really sorry I don’t know what got into me, it was a moment of weakness and I -"

she moved and pressed a soft kiss to his lips stopping his words, he blinks in surprise as she suddenly gives his lips a little kiss. His body heats up again and this time he cannot stop himself from pulling her closely to him and kissing her again, this time with more force and passion than before. His body is feeling all the desire and urge growing inside him again and his hands are caressing her back and neck. Newt's heart is thumping loudly inside his chest and he is breathing heavily.

the feel of her kisses brings a tingling sensation to every place they have contact and is lighting up his body with desire. He can feel his pulse quicken and his breath grow shallow as he pulls her closer and continues the kiss. Newt's hands begin to roam the curves of her body and he is starting to feel like he is losing control. His tongue brushes against hers and he starts to feel an overwhelming urge to pull her closer and closer.

She happily separated her lips she happily separated her lips letting his tounge battle with her own her hands happily stroking his chest, playing with his hoodie even trailing as high as his neck and the bottom of his hair the feel of her lips and tongue against his ignites a fire all over his body and he feels his body heating up from the rising desire. His hands begin to roam down her legs and he is starting to lose himself in the kiss. The feeling inside him grows more and more overwhelming and the kissing becomes even more intense. Newt's mind blanks as his body is filled with lust.

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author's note; hey everyone, mari here, just wanted to say thank you for 1k followers!!!!!!!!1 that's crazy, and you guys are so so amazing and cool and swag. i thought about doing a celly, (fun fact, i've never done one of those!) but i've decided to save that for next time and attempt to do a draft clean out.

i have 117 drafts, really just pages upon pages of unfinished work that i'd like to get out at some point. so, if you enjoy my writing, under the cut will be excerpts from fics/oneshots/series' that i haven't finished. if any of them of them peak your interest, please let me know by either leaving a comment, or something in my inbox. i'll try and work on the ones that have the most interest first, and then finish the others. if this doesn't make sense, or you have any questions, you can let me know in the same fashion.

dad!jt compher x fem!reader

Eamon huffs out of frustration. “She’ll already marry Sammy B. by then.”

Laughter escapes JT’s lips, “and who is Sammy B.?”

He huffs again. “He has black hair, and he sits by her in reading. Why can’t I have hair like mommy?”

“I got my hair color from my dad, your papa, just like you got yours from daddy.” You explain.

“Well, I don’t want daddy’s stupid h-hair.” Eamon’s voice waivers, and the tears that he was holding in begin to free fall. He turns into your side, clutching your shirt.

This idea randomly came to me. Eamon would probably be in either first or second grade, and has a little crush like all kids have. Said crush doesn't like his hair color, and tells him that flat out because kids are menaces and very blunt. OR. Was floating around the idea of the same concept, but perhaps a teenage girl? tween girl, maybe middle school age, and the boy she likes only likes blondes, so she asks to dye her hair blonde? But obviously that conversation would be waaaay more mature. I don't know. If you have any thoughts, feel free to let me know.

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jack hughes x fem!reader (best friends brother/kinda enemies to lovers)

"You can put your drink on my tab." A voice says, coming up from behind you, a hand on the small of your back as he takes a seat at the barstool to your right. You smile to yourself, shaking your head before turning to him.

You quirk a brow at him, "I did that already."

He rolls his eyes at your answer, taking a sip of his own drink, some beer you'd never heard of until earlier tonight. You'd taken a sip of Luke's earlier, and about gagged at the taste. "Of course you did."

You shrug your shoulders, no shame in your game. You were at a bar with about a dozen NHL players, you'd be damned if you had to buy your own drinks. "I already told Lukey I'm not paying for anything this weekend."

The request: Hiii can I request something where reader and luke know each other from college and they’re at a party or bar and jack is visiting luke so they see each other and jack is interested in reader but she’s playing hard to get 🤭

I changed the request a bit, so it's set in this season when Luke is already with the Devils, and reader visits during that 5 game homestead. This would probably be a long one shot, and I like the idea of combining these tropes:

forbidden

best friends brother

enemies to lovers (but not insanely enemies)

(more below, but a different part than above)

He scoffs, his hand pushing into your shoulder, playfully of course. "I love this relationship that we have."

You quirk a brow, bringing your glass to your lips, finishing off the rest of your white russian. "And what relationship is that?"

"The one where you pretend you're not in love with your best friends older brother."

"I always did like Quinn." You respond, an innocent smile on your lips.

"No-"

You cut him off. "Plus, he has that whole Captain thing going on. Very sexy."

"He has a girlfriend!" He exclaims.

You shrug your shoulders, leaning in closer to face him. "That's too bad."

You're obviously joking, but Jack doesn't seem to catch on. "And, you're too young for him."

You shoot him a questioning look. "But not for you, huh?"

He slides his barstool closer to yours, the fabric of his jeans making contact with the bare skin of your knee. "Are you still dating that college fuck, what was his name.. Alan?"

Your tongue rolls over your bottom lip. "Aiden."

He nods, feigning a look of realization, while you both know that he knew his name. "Right, Aiden." He confirms. "The guy who leaves you on the side of the road at 3am."

You scoff, shaking your head. "That was one time."

Your eyes shoot to his palm, that has found a place on your thigh, his warm hand against your cold skin sending a chill throughout your body.

"I could never leave a pretty girl like you on the side of the road." He continues.

Probably going to have a lot of bickering throughout the fic, reader will be hardheaded and uncompromising on fucking up her friendship with Luke. I haven't fleshed out the personalities I want them to have yet so this is in a very rough stage. If you have any thoughts, feel free to let me know.

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nathan mackinnon x fem!reader (5 year age gap)

“Today’s my 23rd birthday.” You say, before taking a sip of your drink, your attention to the right, where a man as struck up a conversation with you at the bar.

He takes a swig of his beer, his eyes roaming your body before they finally meet your gaze again. He looks conflicted, his brows tensed as if battling an internal war.

You weren’t stupid. You graduated college top of your class—with honors, and even if you hadn’t, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that you were speaking to an older man.

The only man, to even catch a sliver of your entire, in the entire bar. You’d caught eyes with him from across the room, back when you were pushed in a booth with your friends. He looked away immediately, but you could feel his eyes on you every now and again, before you finally excused yourself from the table and went up to the bar. You wore a black slip dress, your hair cascading down your back with silver glitter hair tinsel placed throughout. You didn't bother turning to see if he would follow you, you don't chase, you attract. If he sat in the chair next to you, then he was buying you a drink. And if he didn't, then you'd move on to the next.

“Happy Birthday.” He finally said.

"What happened to your nose?" You were over the birthday formalities-having received them all night. You had questions for the man sitting next to you, starting with his bruised nose, a prominent and formidable feature dominating his face that you couldn't take your eyes off of. With him looking straight at you, you could see that it curved slightly to your right. Nothing stopped the thoughts of feeling it against your skin.

"My nose?" He questions. There's surprise in his tone of voice, like he forgot about the bruise on his nose, or surprised that you'd asked about it.

"Quite the shiner you got there." You comment again, bringing your glass to your lips again, this time finishing off the rest.

"Uh-" he pauses. There it is again with those tensed eyebrows, you wished you could gauge what he was thinking about. "Work incident."

"Damn, where do you work?" You let out a chuckle. You hadn't meant to be blunt, but you couldn't imagine what line of work would create a bruise like that.

He finishes his beer, setting it back on the counter with a light thud. "I work in..sports."

"What are you like a gym teacher?"

He laughs, for the first time since he's sat down next to you. You could tell that he had a nice smile. "Something like that."

Another fic starting in a bar. Don't know how this started, but very self indulgent as I am 22 and suffer from nate mac brainrot daily ! I have no idea for plot at all, literally nothing. I'd probably want to include smut of some sort, that seems very much where the vibe is heading, but I am absolutely terrible at writing it, so I'll have to do some research and practice writing that (if you have any tips-please let me know!!)

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quinn hughes x fem!reader (debating on making this an oc)

Quinn and Reader (debating on making reader an OC!) are getting married in a week, and reader is still struggling to write her vows. Will probably be a long fic and include the wedding. A bit angsty, but a lot of fluff to make up for it. I'd probably give reader/oc emotionally distant parents?? Or maybe her parents are divorced? Not sure. It'll mid offseason, so we'll probably see a lot of familiar faces (j. norris, b. tkachuk, etc.)

Your frustration mounted as you released an exasperated sigh, the eraser of your pencil frantically working overtime to correct yet another line that failed to capture the right essence. You flicked away the eraser remnants with a swift motion of your palm, straightening out your legs and allowing the spiral notebook to settle in your lap. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, you closed your eyes, simultaneously opening and closing your hand in an attempt to alleviate the cramping in your fingers. A burgeoning headache threatened to take hold, and you could feel a slight discomfort in your eyes after hours of writing without the aid of your glasses.

A week, you were getting married in a week, and you still hadn't finished writing your vows. Admittedly, you had procrastinated until the last minute, but you hadn't anticipated the challenge to be this daunting. Your love for Quinn surpassed anything you had ever experienced, so why was expressing it in words proving to be such a formidable task? Frustration morphed into annoyance, and you carelessly tossed the notebook onto the modest coffee table before rising from the couch and heading towards the bathroom.

You were grateful that no one was home at the moment. Everyone had gone out for lunch, and you chose to remain behind, citing a lack of sleep the previous night as the reason for your decision to take a nap. While that wasn't entirely false – your night had indeed been restless – your true intention wasn't to catch up on sleep while the others were away. Quinn, being the caring soul he was, insisted on staying with you, but you resisted his efforts and practically ushered him out the door. That was about an hour ago, and you were keenly aware that their return was imminent.

Delving into the medicine cabinet, your fingers located the bottle of aspirin. You poured two into your palm, easily popping them into your mouth and washing them down with water from the sink. Gazing into the mirror, you couldn't help but cringe at your reflection. The extent of your fatigue hit you with full force – the bags under your eyes were darker than you had ever seen them.

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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quinn hughes x fem!reader

This would probably just be a fluffy, short, domestic blurb, don't really have any other plot ideas for this.

Arriving home from work, all you wanted to do was take a shower and collapse into your bed. Tonight was an exception, with your shift extending later than usual, around 10:30, instead of your customary 9. Combine that with your regular hour-long commute, and it's almost midnight by the time you finally get home. Silently navigating through the dark and quiet house, it appears that your boyfriend is already asleep. However, as you step into your shared bedroom, you find him slumped against the headboard, eyes fixed on his iPad, headphones in.

The soft glow from the screen casts a muted ambiance in the room, the only sound being the distant hum of the city outside. Your initial fatigue gives way to a subtle pang of guilt, realizing he stayed up to wait for you, something he quite often did when he was home, even though you insisted he not.

He doesn't notice you, until you've crossed over to your dresser to grab your nightclothes before your shower, slightly jumping before dropping his iPad and taking out his headphones. "Hey, you're finally home." He comments, climbing out of his previous spot on the bed to sit at the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off the edge.

You yawn, turning around to face him. "Don't you have to be up early tomorrow?" You question. He pats his thighs, gesturing for you step over to him.

Leaving your clothes to rest on the dresser, you walk over to him. Quinn widens his legs so you can step in between them. Wordlessly, his fingers trail up your waist, to your chest, beginning to undo the buttons of your white lab coat. He slides the fabric off your shoulders, leaving only the black satin blouse you'd been wearing underneath.

He pulls gently at your collar, drawing your lips to his softly. His hands drop to your waist, gripping at your sides to guide you on top of him until you're straddling him.

"Are you okay, Quinn?" you ask, breaking apart from the kiss, just enough for your foreheads to remain pressed against each other.

"Just missed you." he mumbles, pulling you into a hug, his head finding a comfortable spot in the crook of your neck.

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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jack hughes x fem!reader

Toxicity, angst, angry sex, maybe second chance love, idk.

"Where have you been?" Jack's inquiry slices through the air, surprising you as you step quietly through the front door. Your boyfriend, still awake and perched on the couch, rises to his feet the moment the door closes, arms crossed at his chest, a sour expression gracing his features. Your brows furrow in confusion as you lift one foot behind you, placing your hand on the wall for balance while attempting to undo your heel.

"What?" His question catches you off guard, especially because you had left him multiple messages earlier, clearly communicating your plans for the night—messages that went unanswered, leaving you on read once again. He sighs, a mix of frustration and concern, and crosses over to you, bending down. Without a word, he grabs your knee, gently pulling your heel-clad foot to rest on your knee, his hands deftly moving to undo the straps. He repeats the same with the other foot, before releasing you of his hold.

"I don't like you being out this late," he says, the firmness in his voice evident as he pushes himself up from his feet. Suddenly, he's towering over you, and you angle your neck to look up at him, annoyance etching your face.

"Sorry, Dad, didn't realize I had a curfew," you slur with a wry smile, a hint of laughter punctuating the absurdity of his concern. With a last dismissive glance, you shake your head and push past him, your shoulder bumping into his side as you ascend the stairs to the bedroom.

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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quinn hughes x fem!reader

Quinn shows the reader that she can enjoy her birthday when the two of them spend it together for the first time. Would be super fluffy, reader will be written to have two dads, though I might make it an OC instead.

Quinn's persistent nuzzling against your shoulder blade disrupts your peaceful slumber. With a groan, you bury your head deeper into the pillow, yearning to cling to a few more precious moments of sleep before the demands of the day pull you from its embrace. Gradually, he initiates a series of tender kisses, commencing at your collarbone and concluding at that delightful spot just beneath your neck. "Happy Birthday, Angel," Quinn murmurs, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

Gently parting your eyelids, you shift on your other side to meet his gaze. His eyes are already fixed on you, brimming with adoration, as his teeth graze at his bottom lip. The morning sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow that accentuates just how gorgeous he truly is. Even in the early hours, with disheveled hair and faint remnants of drool, he remains undeniably handsome in every retrospect.

"Thank you," you express your gratitude softly, a subtle shyness tinting your voice.

Birthdays, even as a child, never held much appeal for you. The discomfort of being the focal point, the recipient of attention, has remained a constant, and birthdays, with their inevitable spotlight, are something you've always actively avoided. Yet, here you are, facing a birthday that feels different, primarily because Quinn is here to share it with you. This marks the first birthday you're spending with him in the span of your three year relationship, and it's a welcomed departure from the usual routine. It's a rarity, considering his demanding schedule that seldom grants him time off, but you know it's because he'll be leaving for a four game road-trip on Monday.

Reaching over, his hand envelops yours, fingers applying deliberate pressure that prompts a satisfying crack from your knuckles. It's a peculiar habit he picked up from you, a subtle exchange of quirks that began when you surprised him with it initially. "I have a special day planned for you," he announces, punctuating his words with a tender kiss pressed into the center of your palm.

"You know I don't want a fuss, Quinn," you mumble, weariness etched across your features.

He senses your reluctance and responds swiftly, his touch gentle as he brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes. "Not too much," he reassures, his words soothing against your worries. "Just want to celebrate you, Angel, on your day." Drawing nearer, he shifts, propping himself up on his right arm as he hovers over you. "Will you let me?" He wets his bottom lip, anticipation palpable as he awaits your response.

A small, close-lipped smile graces your lips as you reach up, your fingers delicately tracing over the overgrown scruff that lines his face. "Of course I will." A wide grin spreads across his face in response to your words, and he leans in, morning breath be damned, as your lips meet in a soft, synchronized dance.

He breaks apart, planting a kiss on your nose, before carefully stepping over you to get out of bed. "You get ready, I'll make breakfast."

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luke hughes x fem!reader (but not really)

This is part two to Nobody's Love. I finished it, but I absolutely hate it, and will basically be starting over from square one. Below is where we would've left off, but when I finish this properly, it won't start with this dialogue, it will probably open within a flashback, and this part will be later in the story (if that makes sense).

"What's going on here?" Your blood runs cold at the sound of his voice, and you immediately break away from Jack, moving with an urgency as if you'd been caught doing something forbidden. Frantically, your hands move to wipe away the lingering traces of tears that you'd shed just moments ago. But your efforts to disguise your emotions prove futile as Luke's keen eyes detect the remnants of your sorrow, and his face contorts into a mix of confusion and well-intended concern.

"Why is she crying? What did you do to her?" Luke's voice brims with accusation, his words directed at his brother.. He takes a step forward, his intent to comfort you clear in his movement. You instinctively shuffle backwards, creating a protective distance, your arms loosely crossing over your chest.

Jack scoffs, disbelief etched across his features. "I didn't do anything," he retorts, his tone dripping with emphasis on the word 'I,' subtly implying that Luke is the source of your distress.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Luke's words slice through the air, laced with an unmistakable edge. His face tinges with a reddish hue as his gaze drills into Jack.

Again, would love to give you a bigger excerpt, but I hate everything else of what I've written LMAO. Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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quinn hughes x darcy sorokin (black fem!oc)

Basically a quinn x single mom au. May rewrite this entire thing. Also, started this months ago and loved the name Sunny for the kid (Sunny Sorokin) (no relation to the hockey player) but now I kind of hate it :)

Quinn became utterly enamored with her the moment his gaze met hers in the diner. She was a delightful surprise, replacing his usual waiter, Johnny, to collect his order. Her dark skin seemed to radiate a subtle glow under the dim diner lights, and her curly hair was artfully gathered in a loose bun resting at the back of her neck, adorned with a floral bandana draped over it. When she smiled, her dimples and the slight gap between her front teeth only added to her charm, leaving Quinn captivated and unable to shake thoughts of her for days.

Quinn stumbled upon Alma’s, the quaint diner, during his rookie year in Vancouver. Its unassuming atmosphere, a hidden gem tucked away, immediately resonated with him, providing a sense of ease. Combine that with the staff’s familial treatment, and he easily became a regular patron. Now, however, his visits weren’t just about unwinding and savoring a meal; he hoped to encounter the beautiful waitress he had learned was named Darcy (not through inquiry, but thanks to her name tag — he was too anxious to ask). Quinn relished any excuse to come to the diner, whether to be served by Darcy or simply steal glances at her when she wasn’t looking.

Quinn’s attempts to discreetly observe Darcy didn’t go unnoticed. She could sense the weight of his gaze, subtly tracking her movements around the diner. Intrigued and slightly puzzled by his behavior, Darcy decided to approach her co-worker, Johnny, to inquire about this regular customer. Johnny, with his wealth of experience at the diner, shared that Quinn was a nice guy who had been a faithful patron for years. He detailed Quinn’s routine of ordering the same breakfast every morning—soft scrambled eggs on wheat—followed by prolonged disappearances, especially during the summer months. Armed with this newfound knowledge, Darcy’s curiosity about the handsome and somewhat mysterious customer deepened. 

Darcy couldn’t deny the undeniable attractiveness of the man. His chestnut brown hair, steadily growing out since their first encounter, months ago, often required his attention as he habitually moved it out of his line of sight. His eyes, a deep brown that occasionally hinted at hazel in the early morning light. The way his teeth grazed over his bottom lip during conversation, though she was unsure if it was born out of nervousness or mere habit. Following the tumultuous chapter with her ex-boyfriend, after nearly five years, another man had finally found a place in her thoughts.

She harbored these thoughts secretly, keeping them locked away from anyone but herself. With her son, Sunny, now five years old, she couldn’t afford to be hasty. Sunny, more aware of his surroundings, comprehended things with greater clarity. She had already delicately explained the departure of his father, her ex-boyfriend, wanting to shield him from the unnecessary pain of the wondering, not knowing. And despite yearnings for companionship, she held the burden of guilt for Sunny’s lack of a father figure, and understood the importance of not rushing into a relationship that wasn’t genuine. Both she and Sunny deserved better, and she was determined to prioritize their well-being.

Let me know if you have any thoughts.

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quinn hughes x fem!reader

Quinn and Reader go to their favorite diner late after a game. Probably lots of fluff, reminiscing. Possibly out of character Quinn, not too sure if he'd be into pda in front of the wags LOL.

Hovering in the distant corner, your fingers nervously toyed with the security pass draped around your neck, its edge resting just above the waistline of your jeans. A cluster of other wives and girlfriends lingered in the same vicinity, engaged in casual banter among themselves. You offered polite smiles, but there was no effort on their part to include you, nor did you make any overtures to join their conversation.

At last, you caught sight of a familiar mop of brown hair making its way down the hallway. The impulse to sprint towards him, leap into his arms, and plant an immediate kiss on his lips surged within you. However, with watchful eyes fixed on you, you opted for a more restrained approach, contenting yourself with a gentle caress of your hand against his right bicep. "Great game, Quinn."

A puzzled expression settles on his face, seemingly oblivious to the attention directed your way, or perhaps indifferent to it. His calloused hands find their place on your waist, guiding you closer as he dips his head low to meet your lips. Your fingers intertwine around his neck, and as his towering figure elevates you slightly off the ground, he murmurs, "Thank you, baby."

An orchestra of 'awws' surrounds you, a symphony of approval that bathes your cheeks in warmth. Quinn, charmed by your bashful response, lets out a chuckle, drawing you back into the protective embrace of his side. As he ushers both of you towards the back door, he bids the women farewell with a casual, "Goodnight, ladies," leaving the echo of their admiration suspended in the air.

"Goodbye, Quinn!" Their voices lingered with a touch of wistful admiration. You couldn't help but notice the collective enchantment Quinn seemed to cast on them. It wasn't entirely surprising—your boyfriend possessed a magnetic blend of boyish charm and dorky allure that had a way of rendering anyone weak in the knees. Since being crowned captain and amassing a string of victories, his newfound confidence only added to his undeniable sex appeal.

The night air nips at the exposed skin, coaxing you to cling closer to Quinn's comforting frame. As you approach the car, the two of you reluctantly break apart. "Do you want me to drive?" Quinn shakes his head with an easy smile, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before courteously opening the passenger side door for you.

You smoothly slide into the car, and Quinn secures the door behind you. With a jog to the driver's side, he swiftly settles into the seat, key in the ignition. Your hand instinctively reaches for the heat controls, but Quinn, ever attentive, beats you to it. After ensuring your seatbelt is on, he rests his hand on your thigh, the warmth of his touch contrasting the cool night air as he skillfully navigates out of the once bustling parking garage.

"Eddie's?" His voice dances just above the soft melody of the radio in the background. Tilting your head to the left, you catch his gaze for a fleeting moment before his focus returns to the road.

"Okay" You nod absentmindedly, a yawn escaping your lips as you lean your head against the window of the car.

He peers at you once more, skepticism lingering in his gaze. "Are you sure? We can just call it a night and head home if you're tired."

Your hand descends onto his, offering a reassuring squeeze. Fatigue clings to you, but the knowledge that he's hungry and wouldn't eat if you went home propels you forward. "I want to go out with you, Quinn."

A grin overtakes his lips, and he brings your hand up to his mouth, peppering a kiss against your palm.

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dawson mercer x juniper hughes (fem!oc) (luke's twin)

Remember last halloween when I floated around the idea of dawson x hughes sister. I started it, barely a sliver into the universe. I also know very little about dawson other than I think he's an absolute cutie pie, so I'll have to do some research for this series for sure. Will deal with heavy topics such as alcoholism, addiction, etc, so if that is triggering for you, this may not be the series for you, please take care of yourself, love you.

Juniper Hughes was no stranger to the judgmental eyes. They seemed to trail her everywhere she went, the invisible weight of societal expectations bearing down on her, reminding her both of who her family was and who she wasn't. While her brothers excelled as perfect, professional athletes, following in her parents' footsteps, she had been on a different journey—one of recovery from alcoholism after her expulsion from school due to underage drinking.

Twelve long years of arduous study, relentless commitment to extracurricular activities, unending string of tests, and the suffocating pressure of expectations—Juniper endured it all. Only one fateful night was enough to strip away everything she'd worked for. In the blink of an eye, her scholarship to Brown University was lost, her only friend torn from her, and her dignity shattered into pieces. The ruthless media, once her cheerleaders, rapidly transformed into her tormentors, subjecting her to a public shaming campaign for her mistakes, constantly drawing odious comparisons with her accomplished brothers. The intrusive question hung heavily in the air, echoing endlessly: where had her parents gone wrong with her?

Why was she so deeply flawed while her brothers seemed to glide through life unburdened? Why couldn't she manage a regular relationship-whether it was with alcohol, food, or people, but they could? Juniper's life had always been marked by relentless effort, a result of sheer necessity. Unlike her brothers, nothing seemed to come naturally to her—school, sports, it all required double the hard work just to lag two steps behind them. Alcohol served as her escape, a means to shed the heavy cloak of perfectionism that enveloped her. It provided release, a fleeting respite from her self-imposed pressures. Juniper enjoyed the person she became when she drank, but the mornings after, the ensuing guilt and repercussions, they ruined her.

"Cleaned out the guest bedroom for you, Twinny," Luke's voice is gentle as he opens the bedroom door, ushering you inside. Juniper offers him a nod, accompanied by a faint smile, and steps into the room. It's devoid of any distinctive character, featuring only four white walls, a simple bed, and a closet. As she walks around, she can't help but grimace, the stark emptiness of the room triggering memories of your time in the rehab center.

Juniper gracefully lowers herself onto the edge of the bed, her fingers delicately tracing the intricate designs on the black and white duvet. Luke and Jack linger in the doorway, observing her with wordless, almost reverent gazes, as if any sound might shatter the fragile stillness of the room. She clears her throat, then turns her gaze toward her brothers. "Thanks."

While this fic will deal with heavy topics, I don't want this entire series to be super depressing, so I'll try and add equal amounts fluff!!

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jack hughes x fem!reader

Part of the Bless the Broken Road series. Jack gets the kids up and takes them to school for the first time without readers help. Super fluffy. Might completely rewrite it, though.

"Hey, wake up." Y/N shakes Jack awake, her hand pressing into his shoulder as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to him.

Jack groans, stirring in his sleep, his eyes squinting open to meet her chocolate brown gaze.

"Remember, school starts at 8, kids need to be up by 7, and you need to be out the door no later than 7:45."

Y/N leaned down to plant a tender kiss on his forehead before straightening up. With grace, she retrieved her phone from the dresser and picked up her coat hanging from the back of the door. "Yeah, I know, I got it, baby," he dismissed, though when Y/N glanced back at him, his eyelids had drooped shut once more.

She flicks his cheek. "Don't fall back asleep!"

She was well aware of Jack's exhaustion, considering he had a late game last night that went into overtime. However, she had a scheduled meeting with a contractor at the bakery early in the morning, which meant Jack had to shoulder the responsibility of taking the twins to school.

Smacking her finger away, he forced his eyes open once more and sat up, leaning against the headboard. "I'm up." He rasps, "now go before you're late."

She gives him a knowing look, shaking her head. "Call me if you need anything."

"We'll be fine." He assures.

Things were definitely not fine. Jack couldn't pinpoint when or how it happened, but at some indeterminate moment, he'd drifted back into sleep, only to be roused by a gentle poking on his forehead and a soft voice by his side. He blinked his eyes open, finding his youngest son, Adler, right in front of him, his lips curved into a pout.

"Where's mommy?" Adler asks.

Jack's eyes shoot wide open, and he promptly sits up, his gaze fixed on the alarm clock perched atop the dresser, which displayed the time as 7:36. With a swift hand running through his tousled brown hair, he mutters a curse under his breath. Adler instinctively takes a step back as Jack moves abruptly, his tiny hands fidgeting nervously, forming knots of unease in front of him.

Exhaling a deep breath, Jack pushed off the covers, swinging his feet to the right side of the bed. He gently grasps Adler's shoulders, using one hand to push stray curls out of his eye line, his voice soft and reassuring. "Mommy had to go to work early today,"

Adler nods. "So no school today?"

Jack shakes his head. "I'm gonna take you. Will you wake up your brother for me, please?"

He nods, and Jack breaks into a grin, pulling Adler into a tight hug. With a gentle lift, Jack stands up, eliciting gleeful giggles from Adler as he spins them around in a circle. The sound of the child's laughter fills the quiet stillness of the house, prompting laughter of Jack's own. Setting Adler back down, the boy immediately dashes off, sprinting back to his bedroom.

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Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

jack hughes x fem!reader (ex-situationship to lovers??)

Months ago, when Jack had insisted that you attend your first hockey game when the season started, he had presented you with one of his jerseys. It had ended up tucked away in the back of your closet, gathering dust and fading into oblivion. In fact, you'd nearly forgotten about it altogether. However, the morning after your conversation with Luke, a sudden thought about what to wear to the game had crossed your mind. You were certain of one thing: you had no intention of donning Jack's jersey. You did briefly consider asking Luke for one, but that would have been counterproductive since he shared the same last name as him. Instead, you were determined to indulge in a little pettiness.

On that particular day, you impulsively ordered a Red Wings jersey from eBay. It happened to be Moritz Seider's jersey, though you didn't really know much about him, or whether he was still actively playing or not. Frankly, you didn't care. You had no intention of cheering for the Red Wings, you simply saw the purchase as a final "fuck you" to Jack Hughes.

Reader and Jack "breakup" and so she wears a different jersey to a game to spite him. Jack gets jealous, yada yada you can probably guess the vibes.

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trevor zegras x fem!reader (bookstore owner)

Trevor comes into readers bookshop a couple times a week, begging to take her out on a date. Might turn into a 3 times he asked and the 1 time she said yes type thing. Not sure!

"Go on a date with me." Your gaze transitions from the non-fiction books that you were presently shelving to the tall blonde on your right. He regards you with eager anticipation, awaiting your response, although it seems to be no different from all the previous rejections you've given him.

"Don't you have anything more productive to do than pester me while I'm trying to work?" Your voice carries a tinge of irritation as you descend from the small stepladder.

He offers a nonchalant shrug, feigning innocence with an expression of mock sincerity. "Just one date."

You push your way past him, making contact with his side as you stride back toward the front desk. He tails you, mirroring your movements like a lost puppy, eventually leaning his elbows casually on the tall counter, opposite to where you take a seat behind it.

"Why must you deny this obvious chemistry?" He's teasing, his face leaning on his hand as he looks intently at you. You let out a huff of laughter, settling into the spinny chair.

"Does rejection get you off or something?"

Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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luke hughes x fem!reader

Reader broke up with Luke months ago, and doesn't expect to see him again, but she does, and he wants answers. Angsty, but will probably have a happy ending.

You tried your best to move on from him, putting in every ounce of effort you could to try and forget him. You threw yourself into your work, deliberately steered clear of the songs that held his memory, and even canceled your ESPN Plus subscription to shield yourself from the overpowering sadness that welled up whenever you saw him on the ice.

You weren't angry with him; anger had no place in your heart. After all, you were the one who had made the difficult decision to end things with him. You had asked him to leave your apartment as he struggled through sobs, his voice filled with desperation, seeking answers about what had led to the dissolution of your relationship. And despite the tears brimming in your own eyes, you didn't break down, standing your ground as he tried to challenge your conclusion.

Your sadness clung to you like a relentless shadow, casting a long and persistent gloom over your life for months. The vibrant and extroverted girl you once were seemed like a distant memory as you found solace in the confines of your home. Days passed in mechanical, robotic-like motions, each one blending into the next in a monotonous blur. Even the cheerful banter and laughter of your co-workers, which once provided a semblance of happiness, now felt like distant echoes in the cavernous emptiness of your heart. And nights were spent curled up on the couch, lost in the embrace of comforting films from your childhood, each frame a desperate attempt to escape the crushing loneliness that had become your all-encompassing reality.

You were aware it wasn't healthy, and though that knowledge weighed on you like a heavy anchor, you made no effort to climb up to the surface for air. The relentless ache in your chest, filled with sorrow and regret over losing the boy you had loved so deeply, was like a suffocating fog, clouding your vision at every turn. You couldn't go anywhere without being haunted by phantom images of him, his presence lingering like a stubborn ghost in the back of your mind.

It only got worse in the weeks leading up to the Devils vs. Red Wings game. You were aware that he would be in town, and that knowledge sent you spiraling into self-pity and uncertainty. You had deliberately steered clear of any rumors about his dating life, but your mind couldn't help but obsessively wonder whether he still missed you. Whether he mourned the loss of your relationship, or had moved on to someone better – a fear that had haunted you ever since he moved to Jersey even before the breakup.

It's a rainy Tuesday night, and you impassively make your way to Walmart with one single purpose in mind: to purchase alcohol and junk food. Your plan was simple – to watch the game and numb your sorrows with alcohol. You were fully aware of how pathetic it might seem, but at that moment, you simply don't care.

You stretch up onto your tiptoes, straining to reach a tall bottle of merlot perched on the top shelf, your shopping basket hanging from the crook of your elbow. In your haste to secure your wine, a sudden, sharp pain pierces your sternum. Your grip falters, and the basket slips from your grasp, clattering to the floor with an ear-splitting thud. One hand flies to your chest, your fingers resting on your heartbeat that pounded wildly against the thin fabric of your shirt. Disoriented, you stumble backward, the voice of a concerned stranger echoing in the distance as your vision blurs and darkness encroaches.

Let me know if you have any thoughts.

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jack hughes x fem!reader

Jack spends the night at Readers apartment for the first time, and asks her to move in with him. Probably would be a short blurb, maybe 1k-1.5k words and under.

"You live in this building?" Jack inquires, his gaze sweeping over the aging building, a typical five-story apartment complex in dire need of renovation. You nod at him, shutting the passenger-side door as you step out.

"Is this area safe?" He inquires, his eyes lingering hesitantly on the parking lot.

You were roughly forty minutes from Jack's neighborhood, and while this area was a bit rundown and perhaps less safe, you thankfully had never encountered any issues.

"Uh, yeah," you respond, taking Jack's hand and leading him toward the entrance. After a moment of rummaging in your bag, you locate the key to the building, insert it into the lock, and swing the door open. Jack grabs the door, gesturing for you to enter first.

Your building lacked an elevator, so you faced a long climb to the fifth floor, where apartment 48B awaited.

As you unlocked the door, you visually cringed at the chaotic scene that greeted you. Clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, dishes forming a precarious tower in the sink. You hadn't had a chance to tidy up before Jack insisted on spending the weekend in your modest abode. And although you hesitated, knowing your apartment was far from perfect, you couldn't resist any longer. You two had been dating for about a month, and he had yet to see where you lived. He'd casually mentioned it a few times, so you knew it was time to swallow your pride and invite him over.

"Sorry bout' the mess." You apologize, nearly tripping over yourself to grab a pile of clothes off the floor.

Jack runs his hand across the wall to his right, his fingers tracing the scattered nail gun holes. "What the hell happened to the wall?" he asks, furrowing his brows in concern.

You pause in your cleaning, turning to face him. "Oh, the neighbors like to get drunk and play with their nail gun. Don't stand too close." you warn, shaking your head.

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quinn hughes x pharmacist!femreader

Nothing started for this, but my time working in a retail pharmacy has me obsessed with writing this pairing. Might make her an OC, though. I love the idea of a badass working woman who doesn't put her life on hold just because she's married to a hockey player.

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If you're wondering about the status of Never Have I Ever, I'm gonna be honest, I may discontinue that 🫣. Sorry! I just have no motivation to write out that storyline now, but maybe sometime in the future I will.

author's note part two: Obviously this isn't all of my wips, only some, and most haven't been edited at all and a very rough drafts, but I wanted to give you a glimpse of what I have sitting in my drafts. I also have a lot of things in my inbox that I want to get written, but I have been slacking (clearly). I also wanna do some song fics because I've never done one and think that could be cool. Again, if you have any thoughts, don't hesitate to let me know.

#quinn hughes imagine #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes imagine #dawson mercer imagine #jt compher imagine #nathan mackinnon imagine #trevor zegras imagine

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A Thousand Ways

Chapter 12: "That Which Is Left Behind"

Legend makes a decision when it comes to his family's farm, and more specifically, his presence in the ruins.

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Twilight held Legend close, feeling the younger hero tremble and shake, any cries he made were silent. He hadn't expected the veteran to run off the moment they arrived in a new era, especially without explanation, but he had and immediately they came up on a burning homestead.

Twilight had barely caught up and it was only out of a burst of fear and adrenaline that he was able to catch Legend before he ran into the building that was clearly about to collapse. The veteran had looked terrified in that moment, and Twilight had naively thought it was because he realized he had been about to enter a building that was going to collapse.

Then all that fear and pain in his eyes disappeared, he pulled away from him and then went to the crowd of townsfolk that had watched. They knew him, but he did little more than assure him that he would handle the situation but would need their help and extra hands. His Cub had been right in a way, it definitely appeared as if Legend was just doing the hero thing and trying to help out when they had a quest.

But then Legend had, without an ounce of emotion in his voice, claimed the homestead as his grandparents' and himself as next of kin.

Now Twilight had his arms full of a grieving hero who he wasn't sure had ever let himself grieve before.

The next morning, what had to be the entire town showed up. Legend took charge, and it seemed a bit weird to see but he was a natural at it. Villagers had brought wagons and carts and soon enough the debris of the burned home was cleared away, and there were a few things that came out somewhat unscathed, mostly just domestic items like a partly burnt chair or a stuffed animal.

From what Twilight could tell in the moment, Legend seemed rather unaffected, but from the night before and having the hero crying himself to sleep in his arms, he knew otherwise. He frankly hadn't noticed just how good Legend was at masking.

He talked with some farmers and one left with the cow, another with four of the five cuccoos. Legend was followed by the remaining one the whole day and the horse which was definitely another version of Epona stayed nearby.

They finished for the most part by that evening. Most of the debris was taken to be used for charcoal or whatever, the animals carted off, and Twilight rejoined the heroes to the side.

"He looks tired," Sky said, their veteran was walking through the last bit of the house that they hadn't quite finished clearing. "How could this happen?"

"Sometimes bad things happen," Warriors responded. "I'm more worried about what he'll do when this is over."

"What do you mean?" Twilight asked, glancing over to make sure the others were fine. Wild was cooking with Wind helping him, and Time and Four were sharing thoughts on whatever it was they decided was today's topic. Hyrule was with Wild and Wind, but distinctly only there and not participating.

"I mean," Warriors began, "that the vet is a kid. Experienced though he is, he's still a teenager and he's told us his uncle died during his first quest and now his grandparents are gone. Considering he was raised by his uncle, I'll take a guess and say parents are out of the picture. I also asked one of the villagers about how many bodies we should look for and they said only two. They also said that Leanne and Alphon only had two sons and a grandson, both sons are dead, leaving just our scholar."

Leanne and Alphon--Twilight's own birth parents shared those exact names. That was an interesting connection to note, but irrelevant for the time being.

"So he's all alone?" Sky frowned. "What about his Zelda?"

"A queen, and hero though he is, he's called himself an average nobody before. I'd doubt it if he could be close to her long term outside of romance," Warriors surmised. "He's said before he doesn't want to settle down, but..."

"I'm not deaf," Legend called over his shoulder and Twilight could see him holding a soot covered plush of what might've been a bunny. He walked toward them, stuffed animal tucked against him. "We'll head to Hyrule Castle in the morning. It's just about half a day's walk from here."

"What about the other animals?" Wild spoke up, frowning.

"You have Wolfie and the Rancher keeps his horse when she's around. Piyoko and Epona are staying with me."

Four frowned. "The horse I get, but a cucoo?"

"They both stay."

Twilight gestured for Four to back off, the smithy shrugged.

"Alright, how early of a start?"

"Dawn. I'd like to arrive at Castle Town as close to lunch as possible, guards are usually more inattentive about then. So, get some sleep--This place is safe, monsters don’t come near here. They're smart enough to know better than that."

Twilight wondered how many monsters had been slaughtered on the property line for those brainless creatures to steer clear.

Looking at how Legend stood, the darkening fire in his eyes, and he had a feeling it didn't matter how many, just who killed them.

Once it was finally dark and the heroes were settling, Legend mounted Epona. The mare had no tack, but he had extras back at his house. Piyoko settled in his lap.

Time noticed him mount the horse, most of the others had already fallen asleep.

"Where are you going?"

"The other side of the property." He didn't bother lying. "I'll be back well before twilight, but I need to get Epona some tack, a saddlebag and the like. Rancher's up, you can send Wolfie after me if I'm not back within a couple hours."

Time frowned. "He can go with you instead. I don't want anyone going off alone, especially you, vet."

He sighed. "Then send him. I'm leaving now. Let's go."

Without a tap, Epona took off and soon broke into a gallop. Wolfie could catch up.

Legend used his fire rod to keep their way lit, even if he and Epona knew the route by heart, he wasn't risking anything.

We're being chased! Piyoko cried.

Legend glanced back and saw piercing blue eyes only just setting off after them, not gaining on them and actually losing distance as Epona sped up.

"No, slow down a bit and let him catch up and keep pace," he told the mare. "He's a friend."

Friends with a wolf? New leaf for you, Epona commented but she slowed down a bit. Wolfie caught up soon enough and ran just beside them, Epona settling into a good speed.

Hi! What's your name, Link's wolf friend? Piyoko asked.

Legend snorted, Wolfie made no move to respond.

"He's a transformed person, Piyoko," he told her, Wolfie glanced up at him. "He can't understand you."

If Piyoko had lips she would've pouted. Aww!

Explains why Link's friends with him, Epona nickered.

Legend rolled his eyes but didn't deny nor argue. It was no new thing, his dislike of canines, foxes and coyotes were the closest he could handle. Wolfie's aura of dark magic bode the reminder that it wasn't just a wolf, it was Twilight, so he was fine with him... at least since he became aware of that fact.

They crossed the orchard in an hour and Epona came to a stop just outside his house. He slid off her and headed up toward the house. He plucked an apple from  a tree and gave it to her, murmuring a soft thanks for pushing through and galloping for so long. Piyoko perched on his shoulder.

Wolfie padded after him. He went to the back shed first, grabbing the new tack he had been meaning to take over to the farm. Epona let him saddle her and situate the bags over her. It took a little while to do so, but soon enough he was leading her to the door and going inside.

Wolfie followed him in, before Legend could tell him to wait, Twilight stood in his doorway clearly startled.

Legend sighed. "Enchanted silver along the trimming forcibly deactivates transformation and illusion magic. I was about to warn you."

"That's... incredibly simple."

"The enchantment is actually extremely complex and nearly impossible to accomplish, I just happen to know a few witches, mages, and have a lot of magical stores myself." He turned back into the house. "There's a reason I've said not to touch anything here, a lot of this stuff is cursed--purposely or not. I leave most of it out because if anyone does break in, they'll take the cursed stuff that'll let me more easily track them down than the extremely powerful stuff."

He usually kept his more powerful items on him, and now he was going to keep it all on him.

"You have cursed items?"

"A lot of them. You thought I didn't?"

He found an extra expanded adventure pouch and began gathering items. He plucked the colorful mask off his wall and put it in one pouch, then the pale human-like faced one in a separate one. He took several books from the shelves.

He was aware of Twilight silently watching him, Piyoko was likely napping outside on Epona, so nobody was there to fill the silence and Legend relished in it.

It took him a couple hours, filling a half dozen pouches with items and putting them into a satchel that he pulled on. He also switched the richly made red top Dusk gave him for his blue mail, not yet wanting to return to the green he'd worn for... ages.

He debated putting on the green cap, but he was tired of green in all honesty so he left it with the rest of the clothes and moved on.

Before exiting the cold and freshly barren house, he reapplied the magic protecting it from intruders, just in case. There were a few things left, but nothing a determined person couldn't find on the black market or even a regular mage market.

"So," Twilight said as Legend went over and mounted Epona. "Why?"

Legend didn't meet his eyes, only looking at the cold and quiet house and then the surrounding orchard. Beyond the orchard was the burned down farm, but even with the orchard strong and the house behind him still standing, it was all filled with ghosts.

"Now there's nothing left for me here anymore."

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[bosspigeon]

speaking of skyrims, i reinstalled Interesting NPCs, and i got olette’s voice to work!!!

#pidge rims the sky #i was missing a couple NPCs voices too and it was bugging me #and like i dont really care if the voice acting is bad or annoying #bc uh #its skyrim #all the voice acting is bad and annoying #if anything bad voice acting is lore friendly #i like olette #she's funny #love a scrappy little urchin child #maybe corax will adopt her #but i'd feel bad taking her to his homestead #bc its outside a city so like she wouldn't be able to terrorize the local populace #i also am STILL trying to get the adopt aventus mod to work #with axe's rs children #bc i want my murder son #but also i feel like corax would make a good dad to a little girl? #but idk if i really like any of the vanilla kids other than aventus for corax #but mod children wont work with the overhaul i have i dont think #Sadness

[marindram]

full transcription of Marin's blog from Omega Mart!

huge thanks to @b0chelly for recording a scroll-through, which i typed this out from. (and warning for Omega Mart lore/story spoilers. second half is in reblog)

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June 26, 2018

Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeee!

So 14 feels way different than 13. For real. I think it's because I was expecting 13 to feel different, but sometimes when you expect something it turns out the opposite ya know?

Plus, 13 is like, "I'm new to being a teenager!!"

14 is more like, "I'm becoming the person I want to be." At least that's how I want it to be. I wanted to start this blog as a record of all that.

I should ask Did you guys feel the same way when you turned 13 and 14?

But probably nobody's gonna read this because I'm just a weirdo in the weird dessert. I mean, I know my best friend Jesse is reading this (hi Jesse). Besides her, crickets.

But yeah, if you are reading this and you don't know me - I live in Seven Monolith Village, a teensy tiny town that you've only heard of if you're into aliens or homesteading. And I'm literally stuck. As in, I'm physically unable to leave. My first memories are of all the adults in my life (Charlie, my great-uncle/father-figure - Rose, my what? Roommate? Mother-figure? Pseudo-aunt? All of the above? and my mom, Cecelia. who doesn't live here) telling me that for some reason, there's something wrong with me that makes it so I can't leave a certain radius of where we live. I got older and thought that they were just exaggerating to keep me safe, but then last year I tried. And it was, let's just say not good.

Anyway. That part of my life sucks, but not everything sucks. This year is all about Marin Dram 2.0. Not new, but definitely improved.

And maybe someday, somehow somebody will read this and care about what I have to say. Somebodies, even. Until then, this is Marin Dram signing off and sending my lame contemplations into the void!

July 1, 2018

Things I Want To Do Before I Turn 20 (and some of these will never happen like are literally unable to happen but JUST LET ME DREAM

1. Kiss someone (who???)

2. Meet HTB (kiss him) (jk he would never) (plus meeting him would be enough)

3. Go to Paris

4. Go to Rome (or somewhere cooler in Italy, look up where is the best pasta???)

5. Go to Greenland (why not???)

6. Go to New York City

7. Go to LA (with a dream and my cardigan lol)

8. Go to the Grand Canyon (this isn't mine, but 9, Jesse is sitting right here and she went to the GC when we were 12 and she's like blah blah blah it's my favorite place in the world and you'll love it. I'm doing this so she'll shut up.

9. Live in a normal house with normal rooms → ideally 12 of them: living room AND TV room, kitchen, dining room, 3 bathrooms, 3 bedrooms, study/library.

-plus an upstairs downstairs

-I'm willing to compromise on the number of rooms as long as there's more than ONE for TWO PEOPLE and I got my own

-plus an upstairs/downstairs

-I'm willing to compromise on the number of rooms as long as there's more than ONE for TWO PEOPLE and I get my own room with an actual door. Very into doors.

10. Go to a mall (Jesse says there's a bunch of bonkers ones in Vegas)

11. Make friends who aren't Jesse (no offense, Jesse)

12. Get Cecelia (my "mom") to teach me about business stuff so I can open my own cool coffeeshop/bookstore someday

13. Learn to drive (ask Charlie to teach me, he's obsessed with his truck) (Jesse says she can teach me because she's Little Miss Mechanic and thinks she knows everything about cars but news flash Jesse: you're you get than me)

14. Figure out my signature style- like I want people to send me pictures of things and be like "this just screamed Marin" and for that to be true

15. Liquid eyeliner??

16. I'm stopping here because I just read over all this and want to die/cry because easily 3/4 of these are literally impossible?

17. Kill me

18. Bye

19. Lololol Charlie just came in and I was complaining about this, not being able to leave and stuff, etc and he said that I should visit new places by... reading books?? And I mean I like to read. But dude. That's the dumbest thing I've ever head.

July 30, 2018

Okay so this is what I want my life to look like:

I want a pink room. Not just pink... P I N K. Cool pink wallpaper (floral? jacquard??), pink carpet, lots of pink flowers everywhere, a four-poster bed with a pink silk canopy, lots of cool pink throw pillows. Like, so pink that

people think I'm being sarcastic! Oh, and BOOKS. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases, and some of the shelves have, like, STUFF on them that isn't books, like gifts people gave me, or things I've collected on my JOURNEYS. You know, normal stuff that people who live on normal places and do normal things have.

If I lived in in this room, it'd be in awhite three-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac (did you know "culs-de-sac" is the plural? Not "cul-de-sacs"? crazy) and I'd wear very classic girly clothes and my hair would always do what I wanted it to. It'd be one of those towns that people call small, but it's actually a city. just one with a kinda small, cozy feeling. Somewhere that gets cold enough to wear cute jackets but not so cold I have to to like, shovel my driveway. Not a non-place with like 100 people where you can't even go outside without going crazy.

August 2nd, 2018

I guess I should explain where I live, for all my avid fans out there! (lol) (hello??)

So like... I don't live on Earth. At least, not the Earth you think of when you think of EARTH. I live in some some weird off-brand version of Earth called the Forked Earth where there are aliens and magic wells of magic energy and everything is MAGIC but like the crappy kind of magic, where the sun never fully rises and some goo called "runoff" has made everything wacky and oh yeah, my mom is responsible for that and everyone here hates her!! LOL

Also, I can't leave! Like, literally can't! Rose says I'm a "special child of Source" and that's why but that LITERALLY explains tells me nothing, in fact it just raises further questions that no one can seem to answer! AHHHHHHHHHH

Anyway, the last time I tried to leave I felt. When I try to leave I feel like I'm being pulled back by something, like you know those old cartoons where someone's on stage doing something dumb and then someone offstage pulls them away with a giant shepard's crook? It felt like that, and when I opened my eyes I was back in 7 Monolith Village. UGH.

I know this sounds crazy!!!!! But believe me when I say that I am the least crazy person here. Also, """here""" is C R A Z Y. Runoff has made everything the bad kind of psychedelic and then people here actually DRINK IT! Not only do I not DRINK THE STUFF THAT HAS MADE THE WORLD INSANE, I also do not talk to aliens (or whatever Nula are) like Rose or believe crazy conspiracy theories like Charlie, so I believe that qualifies me as the most normal person in the Forked Earth, thank you for this honor, I accept this award with humility and grace!

September 4, 2018

I had the weirdest dream last night?? I was swimming in a pool full of cereal, and when I came up for air, my mom was pouring milk on my head like she was rinsing my hair. She had her hand over my face like I was a little kid and she was shielding me from soap getting in my eyes.

Anyway I have no idea what it's supposed to mean. I went to bed hungry and I need to take a shower? Lol

October 16, 2018

I was trying to hide this entry from Jesse, but JESSE IS A NOSY PERSON. She says that blogs are for readers, and if I wanted something to be private then I should "Just write in a fucking notebook and hide it under your bed like a normal person, Marin." I'm allowed to have secrets!! Anyway, I'm making her a freaking playlist, that's why I wouldn't tell her what I was writing about. but EVEN STILL! I'm allowed to have secrets!! But I have this blog because I wanna get my feelings out, I wanna see everything in my head typed out all nice in a way that doesn't make it look insane. You know? I don't know who I'm asking.) Because, it's not like I go to a normal school or have a normal life where I'm surrounded by normal people I can talk to. No one knows about me! I'm trapped in this crazy place and This blog is my only outlet to the world outside. I KNOW that's heavy but it's true! The point is: Jesse's birthday is coming up. The central consistent thing in pretty much my whole life is sharing headphones with her and listening to music. The soundtrack to my entire existence is her. I wish I had money and could buy her the best presents of all time, but I can make her the best playlist of all time. I want it to be so good it feels like magic. I want her to think I'm magic. I had another dream the other night. I don't remember much, just glitter. I must be crafting too much. Or looking at festival makeup tutorials. Or both.

November 12, 2018

WARNING- Weird thoughts ahead, lol.

I can never tell which feelings are normal, and which are me being a giant weirdo. But for as long as I can remember, I've had this feeling like every part of my body that's possible to have a ribbon tied around it, has a ribbon tied around it. It's so weird. I can't see the other end of the ribbons - how far they go. where they're attached, nothing. And sometimes it's fine, because sometimes I can hardly feel them. I can forget about them for days at a time, weeks, months if I'm lucky. But then other times I can feel them like, pulling at me. It's freaking spooky, to have something pulling at you from somewhere you can't see. I can't tell if it's pulling me toward whatever it is? Or if it's trying to warn me? Or if I'm just insane??

Does that make sense? Does anybody else feel that way? (she asks into the void)

So idk I guess this ribbons-feeling is why I'm really careful all the time. Like I'm just a careful person. Charlie tried to give me a hard time about it, and I can't be like "I don't wanna pull back in the ribbons too hard without realizing it and wreck something!" because he'd be like "WTF Marin, do we need to get you help?" But also, more and more, I want to be the opposite of careful. I want to take a pair of comically oversized scissors and cut the ribbons into so many pieces that nobody can even tell what they are any more.

I don't know why I'm such a freak, only that I am. I don't know why I can't leave 7 Monolith, only that I can't. But there must be a reason, even if I can't see it, and I feel like it makes sense that the ribbons-feeling is part of that reason, right?

There's just a lot.

January 15, 2019

Happy new year! Lol I forgot to write on the actual first day of 2019, but OH WELL!

I got this new glitter nail polish, thanks to the monthly makeup subscription box my "mom" sends me as an outlet for her abandonment guilt. It has like, every color glitter imaginable without quite reading as "rainbow" which is fine just not really what I was in the mood for and it's vaguely halographic and shifts into all these different colors depending on the light. I'm obsessed. Anyway.

I was putting on another layer because I chipped it like 20 minutes into wearing it, and all of a sudden I had this feeling like I recognized the glitter? Like I felt this thing way deep in my gut and for a minute I couldn't breathe. It's the closest thing I've felt to how books and movies make Christmas look. Like I was home, with family, cookies and cider and all that stuff. Familiar and safe. I almost didn't recognize that feeling. And it came from the nail polish. How weird is that.

I mean, I don't want to make it sound like I've had this awful Charles Dickens childhood - Rose and Charlie are the best ever and always there for me and I love them a lot. But things never feel like...home. You know?

My mom always says this cryptic stuff about how I'm "special" and I wanna strangle her because I'm not, but you try getting my mom to stop doing anything she wants to do. Rose told me once that one day, I would "lead the charge into a new era of existence and access" because I'm "of the Source" and I was like uhhhh okay?? Charlie mostly treats me pretty normal, except when I ask him questions about our family. my mom or any Dram. He knows that I want to know more about them and he's my only real entrypoint, but apparently he's like the black sheep of that whole family. He and my mom were close way back right before I was born, but now whenever she comes to visit he barely even looks at her.

So that's to say: nobody tells me anything, ever.

January 16, 2019

Okay this is so weird. I wrote that entry yesterday about glitter and then last night I dreamed about glitter. Then I woke up with purple glitter in my bed?? Like not a lot, so at first I thought it was from my nail polish, but it was just a handful of purely purple glitter that looks nothing like my nail polish. SO WEIRD!!!!!!

February 14, 2019

Rose has an old book full of "ye olde" style fairy tales, and I flipped through it for the first time in forever today.

Not so weirdly, I've always been drawn to the story of Rapunzel.

Rapunzel couldn't leave the tower, or else she'd break her neck and die.

Same.

February 19, 2019

I was reading this article the other day in one of the teen magazines my "mom" gets me a subscription to and it was all about body positivity, which is great, but it was basically just like "wear a crop top if you wannna wear a crop top! it doesn't matter what size you are! You go, girl!" And like, sure. Yes. I am all for that. But doesn't it seem like there are some steps missing in there? Like, I can physically put on a crop top and wear it outside. But how do I convince myself that everybody isn't looking at me and making fun of me in their minds? How do I unlearn the last almost-fifteen years? How do I get actually positive about my body, not just put on a crop top and fight the urge to cry all day?

It's the same thing like when my mom sends me brochures from the CEO camp she ten when she was my age (her dad started the camp for her, which is an insane thing just by itself, but she did all the work, which is even more insane) and she's like "Marin, you lack direction for your life" and I'm like, cool mom. Yeah. I can see that. What I can't see is how to get there from here.

March 2, 2019

This is what I want my life to look like, volume 2:

The walls of my room are covered in Polaroids of me and my friends. There are lots of mirrors in all kinds of shapes. hearts and moons and stars. There's a record player and a lot of vintage records by Billie Holiday and Lena Horne and Peggy Lee and Nina Simone. And Christmas lights! Everywhere! Lots of of pink and purple Christmas lights everywhere.

If I lived in this room, I'd have so many friends and be part of so many clubs. My best friend would have a collection of vintage cameras, and every place we go to that has a photo booth, we'd get photos taken. Every time I'd look at myself in one of those mirrors, I'd feel happy at what I see and never weird or sad. (Jesse hates taking pictures, so even when I actually do normal stuff with her there's no evidence. What even is a life supposed to be without evidence? That's not an actual question you need to answer Jesse, it's just a question)

Anyway, if I lived in this kind of room, my mom would probably be like, an art history professor at a liberal arts college. That's how come everything looks so cool, because I would know stuff about art. My mom and I would love to try new recipes together. We get each other new cookbooks for every special occasion, and right now we're working out way through a Moroccan one. Moroccan Mondays.

In actuality, there's a dust storm happening outside and my eyes sting.

March 9, 2019

Here's what I'm obsessed with lately.

Can. You. EVEN???

February 3, 2020

Omg I totally forgot this blog existed!!

I lost the password and instead of just resetting it I got in one of my super stubborn moods (Taurus moon lol) and just kept putting in guesses and jokes on me, it locked me out. Anyway, that's a boring story.

But my friend Ximena is really good at hacking and stuff, so she got me back in. Yeah you read that right - I have friends. Obviously a lot has happened since my last post. Ximena moved out here a couple months ago (X's family used to live here but they moved away a while ago) and she introduced me to Lora who I sorta-not-really already knew, and Jesse and I have been hanging out with them a ton. Jesse kind of more than me. Which is fine!!

Anyway I'm 15 now? If I lived somewhere normal I'd be psyched about almost being 16, because I'd get a car and have a Sweet Sixteen and eat a huge PINK cake, but I don't!

February 16, 2020

I read this fanfic the other night that was written in the second person so everything was like "you." "you're doing this" etc you know?

So... You go to a drive-in movie with Heartthrob Boy, and he spills soda on you by accident. And you take off your shirt ( you have a tank top on, don't worry) to clean it up, bit you're still all sticky and self-conscious about being sticky and HTB like... used his tongue to get it off??? AAHHHHH I'M DISGUSTING

but also I wonder if a boy will ever touch any part of me with his tongue

March 2, 2020

Hi I don't know if you heard but I have friends :)))

March 15, 2020

I think I'm so into painting my nails and doing my hair because those are things that always fit. I don't have to worry about places not carrying about a size 8, or places that carry XLs but when you read the measurements they're actually size 8s too and it's like jesus if that's an XL what am I

My "mom" was confused why I needed new pants because mine still look new, but I showed her the thigh holes and she was like "that's a weird place for a hole, how did that happen" and I realized that when your legs are a certain size, you just don't know about thigh rub and what it does to clothes. Pants could just last for years.

No matter what, I can paint my nails with a different color nail polish on every finger, and I can always do a braid crown. And I know I'm cute as hell, etc, so this is not a Marin Needs to Learn to Love Herself thing. It's just an UGH thing

April 17, 2020

So Rose does all these Source experiments on plants and flowers and stuff. Tbh, it's just one if those things I hardly even register anymore because it's just always there. She's explained to me a million times what Source is/does/means, but the way Rose explains things sometimes is just a LOT to take in and she refers to me as a "child of Source" but I kinda figure that's like "child of God" right? What else would that mean?

But anyway, it's really annoying because dried flowers are a part of my new aesthetic and I pinned a bunch of them up on my wall but I woke up this morning to a freaking jungle of very alive flowers. I freaked out. on Rose, and she Rose said she didn't do it and I was like WELL THEN WHO DID and she said that I did??

Which like. Obviously that doesn't make sense. I asked her what she meant and She just shook her head and said " It's happening. We should have known" which is some horror movie shit that she refused to elaborate on. I love to feel safe and normal!!

Or maybe it's not a horror movie at all. But maybe it's a superhero movie? Maybe there's some kind of origin story I don't know about yet, and all of this will be worth it once I figure out my powers. I wonder what my costume will look like. Lol.

April 23, 2020

Is it possible to die from longing? I know that sounds melodramatic, but I'm also kinda serious?? Because it seems like one of those things that could fester and get infected and kill you. It's like when you fall down and bang up your knee, and you need to put a band-aid on the scrape for a while, but THEN you need to air it out - but how do you know when you're supposed to do each one of those things? And if you do either one too much, your knee gets infected. What if I smother my heart with band-aids for too long and it gets infected? This isn't about anybody. I just keep having these dreams about someone I never expected to have dreams about and they're so intense that they keep leaking into my life and I wonder if I need to do something about them.

May 2, 2020

So Jesse's gotten really into metal music, and I tried to get her to play me something since, AS PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED, that's what we've literally ALWAYS DONE with music and each other, and she kinda looked at Ximena out of the corner of her eye and said like "I don't think it's really your thing" And it was the meanest thing anybody's ever said to me.

So later I looked up Zenion, the band she was talking about, and I listened to every single fucking song they've ever recorded turned up as loud as it could go with my own headphones that are better than hers anyway, and I loved it. And I didn't love it just because she said I wouldn't. I loved it because it was loud and weird and wild and when I listened to it it made me feel like it's not crazy when so feel stuff so hard it's like my heart's gonna vibrate out of my body. And I would have told Jesse all this and we could have shared it, but I guess she thinks just because I like HTB and glitter and stuff, I don't have the capacity for anything else.

She clearly doesn't know me at all. So much for any kind of whatever, why would she ever want to kiss someone she clearly sees as like a stupid baby.

May 7, 2020

The dreams are getting weirder and they're happening more. I'm getting scared to go to sleep. Not that the dreams are always scary (they almost never are, or not scary like in a typically scary horror movie way). I mean, I've only ever been me. I don't know what other peoples' dreams are like.

The other night in one I was jumping on a trampoline, which is something I've never done in real life. I told Rose about it when I woke up, and she said "do you even know how to jump on a trampoline?" and I said "Rose, it's not like riding a bike. You don't have to learn. You just jump." and then we got into this whole thing about how some things we just know, and jumping's one of them, and how that's so weird. Sometimes I really like talking to Rose about stuff.

May 19, 2020

So, it's prom season in the real world. If I lived somewhere normal, my prom dress would be pink with lots of tulle and silk flowers at the shoulders, and it would fit perfectly and trying in dresses would be fun and not anxiety-inducing.

But since there are only like 10 teenagers currently in 7MV, were not having a homecoming. Cool.

May 27, 2020

So, mom came to visit this weekend, and I asked her about her prom. She was Typical Cecelia at first, very "Prom is a waste of time and money, Marin. It's a night when lesser people play dress-up to engage with their aspirations of grandeur." And I was like eyeroll forever and just stopped talking. BUT THEN she actually talked to me like a human being. She was like, "I actually didn't go to my prom" and when I asked her why she said that she didn't have a date, and was very self-conscious about it. I almost passed out at her admitting that she's ever been anything less than perfect.

(gonna continue this in reblog)

#omega mart #marin dram #omega mart lore

[conduitandconjurer]

❗"Do you want to have another kid because we're grown up and you want the chance to have children who are really yours to raise?" (griefgifted)

Send ❗ and a question for an honest answer (accepting)!

Klaus tries to disregard the sting of Raegan having to ask the question to begin with. After he's gone against all his natural coping techniques, his bad habit of bailing on situations of tension and drama, to create a homestead that is warm and loving and unquestioningly accepting, it's frustrating that the idea of having a biological baby with a surrogate (if a loom can be termed as such) could call all his efforts into question.

And maybe that, more than anything else, is what rattled him during last night's family meeting over sundaes. The feeling of, don't you know by now how much I treasure you?

"If I tell you 'It's complicated,' will you listen to my whole answer?"

He studies his daughter's face, somewhere between hurt and eager to comfort. The latter wins out; it does because, even if he doesn't realize it, Klaus is a good mother.

"The idea started when Jo said she wanted a little sister or brother. What grew out of it....hubs and I had a bunch of scattered conversations, and, well, I. Was depressed at the time, that...you and Nathan had been through so much shit, and we couldn't have known you younger, and been your parents longer. And then, I admit, we were both...because of our own baggage...insecure about how we were doing as parents. And I thought...maybe you two would get married, go off, have your own life, someday. Someday sooner than I had expected. And the idea came up, that....if the nest was gonna be empty soon, especially with how quickly Jo's, like, advancing....maybe we should have another baby to offset me obsessing over you two just bein' normal adults who move on." He takes her hands, and pushes his face into her temple. "But that doesn't make Jo, or this new baby, more 'really ours to raise,' than you, or Nathan. I wish I'd had you longer, but you are mine so much that I would kill or die for you. You are mine. I look at you and I think 'my daughter.' I don't think 'my adopted daughter,' just 'my daughter.' There is not one thing about you that is deficient, that I think a new baby will freakin' 'make up for.' You are perfect as you are. Like, think about where I came from. I don't know shit about my biological mother. Adoption is MAJORLY legit to me. If I hadn't been adopted I wouldn't know ANY of my siblings, and I LOVE my siblings."

He pauses, drags a hand down his face, groans at his own long-winded yammering.

"Please tell me this makes sense to you."

#ic #griefgifted #rae of sunshine (raegan)

[peachships]

Sunrise

Sitting outside last night and hearing the sounds of cicadas screaming inspired me dvkkhdf

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The droning sound of cicadas echoed around the trees that surrounded camp as the stars above shimmered like embers of a dying fire. The stone was cold as Ollie sat on it, dangling her legs over the edge as they listened to the rush of the river below. Horseshoe Overlook was much prettier than their temporary home in the snow, and she almost wished they could stay.

She was so lost in thought that she almost didn't hear the soft footsteps in the damp grass. A gravelly, sleep-riddle voice spoke gently behind them, pulling them out of their memories.

"Whatcha doin' up? Ain'tcha cold?"

Ollie looked over her shoulder to see the slouching form of Arthur, rubbing his eyes as he leaned all his weight on one hip. They could tell he had just woken up and wasn't fully awake yet. She patted the spot next to her, offering it as a seat to him which he accepted. Once he was seated Ollie offered some of her blanket that was wrapped snugly around their shoulders to the sleepy man. Arthur scooted close, pressing his side against hers as he pulled what little blanket he could around his other shoulder.

"I'm a li'l cold, but this blanket feels good. Plus you're a walkin' furnace, Mr. Morgan." She smiled as he elbowed him. "What are you doin' up? It's almost sunrise."

"Dunno," his deep voice rumbled in his chest as his eyes unfocused while looking at the valley before him. "Woke up, looked around, saw ya sittin' here alone and wanted to make sure you're alright."

Ollie couldn't help the flutter in her chest. Sure, they had a crush on him but she assumed that he wouldn't like her back, so hearing he was worried made her smile. "I'm just thinkin'. Sometimes I miss 'em, ya know? My family? Wonder what they're doin'." She sighed heavily before continuing, "I left without tellin' 'em. Packed my bag, grabbed what money I could, some food, and Sugar Cube and left. Never looked back."

"Why'd'ya leave? If you don't mind my asking," Arthur questioned, leaving the conversation open in case she didn't want to speak further. He was watching her from the corner of his eye and felt his heart sink a little at the sight of a tear slipping out.

"We was bad people, Arthur. My pa? Struck rich with gold in California. Moved to Nevada, set up a homestead. Stupid man flaunted his money and ended up hiring a local gang for 'protection'. Ended up deciding he needed more land, and that gang? Well, started wrestlin' up land and livestock from honest folks. His greed made him hungry for something that could never be satisfied." Ollie sighed again as she stared past the trees, eyes focused on memories of the past. "Couldn't stand it no more, especially when he hit me. Tried to tell him he was a greedy bastard, he called me ungrateful and said I'd never see a cent of his money. Hit me so hard I fell against the wall. And my ma? She ain't stop him. She ain't even cry. Waited till they was asleep, grabbed my things and my horse, and left."

The heaviness of their story settled in Arthur's stomach like a stone, his heart aching. His life hadn't been any easier, but hearing other's stories always hurt. Without thinking, he snaked his arm around their back and settled his large palm on her hip and pulled her closer. Ollie leaned into his side, resting her head on his shoulder as she willed the tears to stop. It had been the first time in years she had talked about her family, and now here she was crying like a fool in front of the man she looked up to the most.

Arthur broke the silence first. "Is that why you was fightin' folks in that bar all those years ago? When Hosea and I found you?"

"Yeah," she sniffled. "Drunken old fool was talking about how he swindled a poor old couple outta a few cows. Couldn't handle it, so I stole his cows and returned 'em. Went back to the bar, heard him talkin' 'bout how his cows were gone. Said it was me, and he was a sorry sack o' shit. That's when he punched me, and I-"

"You broke his nose, I remember. That was the moment we walked into the bar," Arthur interrupted. "Hosea and I heard the shoutin' and decided to see if anything interesting was happenin' and we walked in just to see your fist connect with his face. Ain't he split your lip?"

Ollie giggled at the memory, the moment her life changed forever. "Yeah, that's where this scar came from."

"Which one? I can't see."

"This one, here," she replied as she turned her head towards Arthur, only to freeze as they realized just how close he was leaning. "S-see?"

"Nah, hold on. Lemme see," Arthur smirked as he closed the distance, kissing her softly. His lips were just as burning warm as the rest of him, yet it sent shivers down her spine. His hand on their hip pulled her even closer as he deepened the kiss. Finally breaking it to breathe, Ollie's cheeks were a deep shade of red that was mirrored on Arthur's. "Been wantin' t'do that for a while, now."

"Really?" She asked, blinking a few time as she turned the words over and over in her mind.

"Yeah, you're just so Goddamn beautiful. Knew you was something special the moment I saw ya, and I'm just sorry it took me so long to say somethin'." Arthur avoided her questioning gaze sheepishly. "Sorry if you don't like me, you just looked so damn cute, an' I felt bad, I couldn't think of anything to cheer you up-"

"Arthur Morgan," Ollie interrupted as she grabbed his chin. "You talk entirely too much." Before he could protest, she kissed him deeply, releasing his chin to rest their hand on his scruffy cheek.

Ollie broke the kiss this time, smiling up at the outlaw who looked more like a lovesick schoolboy. The sun was just starting to rise, casting bright pink ribbons across the skies as the birds began their morning medley. Placing one last kiss on his nose, she turned and snuggled into his side, resting her hand on his as they watched the sun awaken. It was the dawn of a new day, both for the world and for the two of them, and neither one couldn't wait to see where it takes them.

#star in the northern sky #peach smoothies #adhd selfship #pan selfship #nd selfship #selfship #selfshipping #okay to rb! #okay to interact! #me? using my pronouns? more likely than you think

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Four

The next morning I was awakened by a thick accent speaking as I was being shaken.

"Greenie, wake up" Newt said giving me a good shake.

I groaned and rolled over on my back.

"You want breakfast or not love?" Newt asked quietly.

My eyes popped open as my stomach growled at his words. I hadn't realized I was hungry until he mentioned food. Newt laughed as I quickly got myself out of bed. I smoothed my hair out the best I could as I followed him out of the homestead.

Next to the homestead was a decent sized shack with a few tables sitting out in front of it. A line had formed in front of the shack as each boy was given a tray of food.

"Hey Frypan" Newt greeted once it was our turn to get our food.

"This is our new greenie" Newt gestured back to me with his head.

"I'm Frypan, you can call me Fry though. I watched you kick Gally's ass last night. That was awesome." He beamed at me then handed me a tray of food.

"Thanks" I chuckled then followed Newt once again.

I sat next to him at the table. Clint and Jeff were sitting across from us. Just as I was about to take my first bite hands slammed down on the table next to me making me jump and drop my bite of food.

I snapped my head to the side to see Minho sitting down next to me. Once he was seated I pulled my arm back and punched his arm.

"Ow" he chuckled wrinkling his nose and rubbing his arm.

"Don't do that" I chided him then turned back to my food.

I don't know if it was due to me being so hungry or if Fry's cooking was really this good but I couldn't help myself from shoveling the food in my mouth as quickly as possible. The four boys sitting around me chuckled.

"After breakfast you're gonna go with Clint and Jeff. Try out the job of a Med-Jack for the day." Newt said between bites.

I looked up at the two boys across from me. They were smiling ear to ear. Both seemed pretty eager to have me working with them for the day. I already had a feeling I wouldn't be taking the job of a Med-Jack. I had a feeling I'd be more suited as a builder.

I glanced over to the table Gally was sitting at. He was on the side of the table that had him facing me. He glanced up from his food like he could feel my eyes on him. He saw me and gave me a tight lipped nod before going back to his food.

Breakfast was soon over which meant I had to get to work. I followed Clint and Jeff back to the homestead. We went upstairs where there was two different rooms. One for their supplies and the other for checking out patients. They informed me of a small hut on the other side of the homestead that was for people who got injured and had to stay there to rest and be looked after.

Their job was simple enough. They organized and listed all their supplies making sure they knew what they had and where it was. It wasn't until a little later in the afternoon that I got to bandage someone up.

Just as Newt had said it was a slicer. The guy had cut his arm up pretty good. I learned quickly that Jeff didn't do well with these kind of injuries. He was gagging as he tried to clean the wound. The deep cut exposing the slicer's bone.

"Jeff go have a seat I think I can manage this one." I told him softly.

He quickly stepped away and I stepped in. Clint brought over a few things we'd need to bandage the guy up.

"We don't get a lot of wounds this bad. Usually its minor things." Clint said quickly as he grabbed the slicer's arm.

I saw the thread and needle Clint had grabbed and knew this wasn't going to be easy. I looked around the room quickly finding some cut up fabric. I grabbed it rolling it together as I walked over to the slicer.

"You might want to bite down on this." I suggested handing it to the boy.

He did as I said placing the fabric in his mouth to bite on. Clint grabbed the needle and thread then moved to start stitching the boy's arm up.

"Go to that side of him. You'll probably need to hold him still when I start this." Clint said as he glanced between the wound and the boy's pale face.

I nodded jogging to the other side of the boy. I placed my hand on his cheek and gently moved his head to look at me. I wanted to try to distract him.

I knew the moment Clint started working because the boy howled and tried to jerk away. Without thinking I jumped onto the bed throwing my legs on each side of the boy and sat in his lap. I grabbed his free arm and tangled my fingers together with his. I put my head between the boy's head and his arm blocking him from seeing what Clint was doing.

"Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to. Don't worry about hurting me." I whispered to him.

He nodded slightly and whimpered as Clint went back to working. The boy cried and squeezed my hand until my fingers were almost purple. I didn't complain. I knew my pain was far from what he was feeling right now.

Before I knew it Clint raised up and stepped away. He was back quickly to clean the wound once more.

"Alright I'm finished" he finally said stepping back from the bed.

The slicer slowly released his hold on my hand. His head fell back as he breathed deeply. I sat up taking the fabric from the boy's mouth.

"Thank you" he said in almost a whisper.

Tears were still rolling down his cheeks. I patted his chest then climbed off of him and the bed. Clint was eyeing me with a smirk. He moved back to the boy then quickly wrapped his arm in a bandage.

"Come back this evening so I can clean it again and change the bandage." Clint told him sternly.

The boy nodded then slowly sat up. It took him a few minutes but he finally got up and left the room. Jeff came over and quickly got to work cleaning up the area.

"Thanks for that greenie. I get real queasy when I can see down to the bone." Jeff said with a shy smile.

"No problem" I chuckled.

"You did good greenie. I'm sure you made the poor guy's day jumping up on him like that." Clint laughed.

"I don't doubt that." Jeff laughed shaking his head.

"Even if you don't take this job I'll probably ask you to help out with the major cases like that." Clint smiled.

"Don't let the others know. They'll be cutting themselves up all the time." Jeff laughed as he got rid of the used tools.

"I don't think they'd go that far." I chuckled lightly as I took a seat on the bed.

Jeff and Clint both just looked at me.

"What?" I asked them clearly not getting their silent comments.

"Greenie, if the only way for me to get a girl like you to get on top of me like that was to gash myself open then believe me I shucking would." Jeff said seriously before laughing.

I shook my head. These boys are unbelievable. You'd think they'd never seen a girl in their entire lives. Which, if they all were like me, that could be true. If none of them remember anything but their name they wouldn't know if they've ever seen a girl before or been around one. At least they remembered their names. At least they had that much. All I had was the feeling that I'd met some of these boys before. Like Gally and Minho. I felt like I'd fought Gally like I had last night before. When Minho draped his arm around me it felt familiar. With all that I still couldn't remember my own name.

A loud bell tolled pulling me away from my thoughts. I looked to Clint and Jeff who were taking their aprons off.

"Lunch time greenie" Clint smiled then nodded for me to come with them.

Once we had our food we sat down at the same table we were at this morning. Newt was already there with his food. I sat next to Newt again while Clint and Jeff sat across from us again. This time Alby was here sitting on the other side of Newt. I expected Minho to come sit beside me but I never saw him.

"How's it going with the Med-Jacks love?" Newt asked as he ate.

"Oh man, you should have seen it!" Jeff shouted making Clint laugh.

I rolled my eyes at them.

"What happened?" Alby asked curiously.

"She made one of the slicer's day that's what happened." Jeff chuckled shaking his head then going back to his food.

Both Newt and Alby looked at me with confusion clear on their faces.

"I had to stitch up a pretty bad gash. When the guy tried to jerk away from me she jumped up on the bed and pretty mush laid on top of him and held his hand." Clint explained with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"I kept him calm didn't I?" I asked him trying not to laugh at the look on his face.

"That you did greenie" he chuckled.

"What do you think about the job?" Alby asked me.

"It's alright I still like to try the others though." I stated simply.

After lunch I went back to work with Clint and Jeff. The rest of the day was pretty quiet. Jeff had just said the dinner bell should be sounding soon when the slicer from earlier walked into the room.

"Winston let me go early so I could come back up here." He said simply glancing over to me.

Clint had the slicer sit back on the bed from earlier. He had explained how to clean wounds and bandage them to me so he let me try it this time. I slowly took the bandage off the slicer's arm noting the blood that had seeped threw the bandage. I cleaned it with water first to get rid of the now dried blood. Then I used the alcohol. The boy hissed but stayed still. After I was finished cleaning it I wrapped it up in a new bandage. As soon as I finished I heard the loud bell toll. That meant work was over and it was now time for dinner.

The four of us walked to get our food together. The slicer thanked me again then went off to sit with Winston and the other slicers. For my first day at work I think I did decent.

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#nothingbutfangirlsmut #the maze trials #the maze runner #gally imagine #gally smut #gally #gally x reader #tmr gally #original character #fanfiction #smut

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Nine

"We should really get back." I smiled leaning back from Gally.

He sighed then nuzzled his face into my neck. I chuckled but let him do as he pleased. It was nice not having anyone else around to comment. It was also nice being like this with Gally other than at each other's throat.

My head popped up at the sound of footsteps. Gally jolted upwards at the sound of twigs snapping. He quickly stepped away from me turning to grab his two buckets. I turned around and grabbed another empty one just as three gladers came into view. I ignored them as I dipped my bucket in the mud making it a point to get my hands muddy so there'd be less questions about the mud on my face and shirt.

"What the hell is going on?" Newt questioned sharply from behind me.

"We're getting mud." Gally said nonchalantly.

"The other builders said you've been gone for awhile. Started to think one of you actually killed the other and was burying the body." Newt said with his best authoritative tone.

I turned around grabbing my other bucket from the grass. Newt's face was priceless. He looked me up and down noticing all the mud. He saw my hands covered in mud but he also glanced over to Gally's hands which were also covered in mud.

"Everything good then?" He asked raising a brow.

I nodded looking at him with a fake confused expression. He shook his head then disappeared back threw the trees with the other two gladers. I glanced at Gally who avoided all eye contact. He started heading back towards the Glade and I quickly followed him. Both of us carrying two buckets.

"It's okay Gally" I said softly once I was walking beside him.

"What?" He asked confused.

"If you don't want to say anything. It's okay. I'd rather not deal with all the comments and questions anyway." I watched my feet as I spoke.

"Thanks" was all he said.

We silently took the buckets to the other builders then went back to chopping the same tree as earlier. He stayed silent so I did too even though I was itching to talk to him. The other builders noticing the mud on me kept eyeing the both of us. I seriously need to wash off.

"Hey Gally"

"Yea"

"Is there somewhere I can wash this mud off me?"

Gally stopped chopping and peaked around the tree at me.

"Yea right past the tree line behind the homestead. It's an open pool of fresh water we all use to wash off in. Anyone could come over there and see you." Gally's eyebrows scrunched together as if he was really concentrating on something.

I thought about that for a moment before having a brilliant idea. Before I had a chance to voice it the lunch bell tolled. Both Gally and I stuck our axes back in the tree then followed everyone else to get food.

"You could join me to wash off. That way if someone else shows up you can scare them off." I chuckled as I walked next to him.

"I'm not muddy though." He said glancing over to me.

I smirked noticing how close we were to the other gladers now but I didn't mind. I caught Gally by surprise reaching up and wiping my muddy hands down both sides of his face.

"Emi!" Gally shouted then laughed.

Most of the other boys were watching us now. Gally didn't notice and I didn't care.

"Now you need to wash off." I laughed.

"Oh really?" He asked with wide eyes.

Before I could run he grabbed me. He attempted to pick me up but I kicked out of it then ducked away. I will always be too fast for the bigger boy.

"Where you going princess?" He asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Away from the big bad wolf!" I shouted as I jogged to Frypans shack.

I quickly grabbed my food just as Gally reached me. All the gladers were watching us now.

"Too slow" I whispered towards him.

"Better luck next time!" I shouted to him as I quickly went over to sit next to Newt.

I watched him take a seat in his usual spot and he was smiling. It was a huge genuine smile. I loved the sight of it. I felt an elbow in my side bringing my attention to the blonde boy next to me who looked very confused.

"What was that?" He asked in pure disbelief.

I laughed but shook my head.

"I'll tell you later." I whispered to him.

He narrowed his eyes at me then glanced between Gally and I a few times before nodding and going back to his food.

Once lunch was over and both mine and Gally's trays were given back to Fry he attempted to take me by surprise and charge at me. I took off back down the Glade towards the tree our axes were stuck in. I heard Gally's heavy footsteps right on my tail. I ran into the trees zig zagging around as many of them as I could. I only stopped once I reached my axe.

"You're faster than I thought." Gally panted bending over and resting his hands on his knees.

I laughed pulling my axe out of the tree. After Gally caught his breath he did the same. We didn't spend a lot more time on the tree. Only a few more pieces were needed. We gathered what we had chopped and each took our own ax and met up with the other builders. Gally explained we were adding on to the sleep quarters where the boys slept in hammocks. I had a sudden guilty feeling at the thought that I had my own private bedroom.

I worked along side Gally so he could make sure I knew what I was doing. I rolled my eyes more times than I can count at him. It wasn't complicated. After he explained it the first time I knew what I was doing but he had to make sure. I had a small suspicion he just wanted to stay close to me without drawing a lot of attention.

When the bell tolled for dinner we moved all our tools and supplies out of the way before heading to get our food.

"Want to meet me after dinner to wash up?" I asked Gally as we walked together.

"I guess so since I actually need to wash off now. Thank you for that by the way." He smiled down at me.

"Anytime" I chuckled and patted his arm.

I met Newt at the table promising him I'd explain as soon as dinner was over. I didn't want anyone else at the table or close by to over hear us. We both ate quickly then took a walk down the Glade out of ear shot from everyone else.

"Okay now spill" Newt said eagerly.

"When we were suppose to be getting mud we ended up kissing. A lot." I smiled as I thought about it.

"What?" Newt questioned loudly.

"You and Gally?" He asked for what sounded like clarification.

I nodded biting my lip. Just talking about it had my insides swirling all over again.

"Was it like the kiss with Minho?" He asked stopping and turning to look at me.

"No, not even close. I didn't want him to stop. I felt weird and giddy."

"Is that why you have mud all over you?" He asked with a smirk.

"Yea, it was on Gally's hands."

"I knew those hand prints looked too big to be yours." Newt said excitedly.

"But" I said quickly to get his attention back.

When he was looking at me I continued.

"He doesn't want to mention it. Doesn't want the other gladers to know. Not yet at least." I informed him.

"The secret is safe with me love. I promise."

I knew I could trust Newt. In the few days I've been here he'd been there at all times. He's easy to talk to. I was glad to have a friend like him.

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#nothingbutfangirlsmut #the maze trials #the maze runner #gally x reader #gally imagine #gally smut #gally #tmr gally #original character

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Ten

After my quick explanation to Newt I ran off to get washed. The mud on my face and shirt had dried and was starting to feel very uncomfortable. I entered the trees behind the homestead making out the pool of water a few feet away. I could see the outline of someone leaning against a tree. I hoped it was Gally and not one of the other boys.

"Took you long enough." Gally's voice grumbled threw the growing darkness.

"I had to talk to Newt." I said quickly.

His arm reached out to me. He was holding a long piece of soft white material. I took it from him realizing it was a towel to dry off with. The darkness was growing quickly making things a little easier for me.

I glanced back to Gally who was busy getting rid of his shirt. I watched him for a moment as his toned stomach and chest was exposed to me. I looked away once his head was free. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing I was checking him out.

I had a sudden burst of courage in the darkness. I pulled my shirt over my head tossing it near the water for me to clean after I cleaned myself. I pulled my pants off tossing them to the side. The breeze chilled my half naked body as I turned to find Gally in the darkness.

He was standing a few feet from me holding his shirt in his hand. His eyes locked on me. The small amount of moon light shining through the trees seemed to make his eyes shine.

"You coming?" I asked nodding my head to the water.

I took my first cautious step in not knowing if the water would be cold. To my surprise it was warmer than expected. I quickly dipped my whole body in the water. Wading with it above my shoulders. Gally made a quick move to pull off his shorts kicking them to the side and throwing his shirt on top of them.

He stepped into the water walking slowly towards me. My heart hammered violently in my chest as the keeper of the builders came closer and closer never taking his eyes off me. Just as he was almost to me I dipped under the water to scrub my face with my hands quickly. When I came back up he was right in front of me. A cocky smirk playing on his lips.

He stared at me as he cupped his hands filling them with water then splashing it on his face. He ran his hands over his cheeks ridding his face of the small amount of mud I had wiped on him earlier. After he was satisfied with his cleaning his arms snaked around my waist under the water then he pulled me against him.

"You should be careful. You're doing an awful lot of teasing." He smirked at me.

Without a word I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling his head closer to mine. I crashed my lips against his not able to think about mush else. He didn't hesitate to kiss me back. It was a soft kiss at first but quickly turned rough as his hand found its way into my hair allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue outlined my lips wanting access that I granted quickly. I wanted this. I wanted him. Everything felt different with him wrapped around me. His tongue battling mine overtaking me easily. His hands trailed down my back slowly stopping once they rested on my ass. He squeezed lightly causing a small moan to escape me. He smiled into the kiss pulling me even closer to him.

"If you don't push me away this could go to far." He whispered as he moved his kisses to my jaw.

I whimpered when he nipped at the skin below my ear. I don't think I had the strength to push him away. I don't think I wanted this to stop. I wanted more of him. To watch him come undone because of me.

A quiet shuffling of leaves and twigs snapping caught my attention. I squinted into the darkness of the trees. Gally seemed unbothered by  the noise as his lips, teeth, and tongue attacked the skin of my neck. My eyes fluttered closed suddenly not caring if someone else was out there. He made me feel too good to care about anything else. A hand suddenly squeezed my breast making me gasp. Gally chuckled as he massaged the small mound. I felt his other hand move from my behind to my front. His fingers barely trailing up my heat making me shudder.

"Well now that's a sight." A voice laughed from the darkness.

I gasped grabbing Gally to use as a shield. He growled moving his eyes to the interruption. It was Frypan. He was standing at the edge of the water with a towel over his shoulder. He must have came to get washed off. I cursed under my breath. Gally used himself to shield my body from Fry's view as we got out of the water. I quickly grabbed my towel wrapping it around me. I silently grabbed my shirt and started washing it off as fast as I could. I tried to ignore the heat in my cheeks and the throbbing between my legs. Once my shirt was clean enough I rung the water out of it the best I could then stood quickly making my way far from both boys.

I ran into the homestead and into my room. I closed the door behind me then opened the window on the far side of my room. I used some rope to hang my shirt out of the opening to dry. I changed my underwear and bra as quickly as I could trying to keep my mind on anything other than Gally. The thought of his rough hands roaming my body. Just his touch making me feeling like nothing else ever had. I breathed deeply trying to calm my out of control heart and shake the thoughts of Gally's toned body wrapped around me.

A sudden light knock on my door made me jump. Without thinking I opened the door to see Newt. His face instantly went pale and his eyes shut tight. I glanced down realizing I was only in my bra and underwear.

"Come on Newt not like it bothers you." I chuckled lightly.

"No but I figured you didn't realize so I was trying to be respectful." He said with his eyes still shut.

"Open your eyes idiot and get in here." I laughed grabbing his arm.

He did as I said now seeming completely unfazed by the sight of me. He sat down on the edge of my bed while I leaned against my now closed door.

"I saw you running in here. Looked like something was wrong." He stated looking over to me.

I huffed walking over to the bed falling face first into it with a frustrated groan. Newt laughed then I felt him move himself to sit in the floor against the bed.

"What happened love?" Newt asked.

Before I could answer I heard my door open then a deep familiar voice shout.

"What the shuck?" It was Gally suddenly sounding very angry.

I turned over to look at him. He looked like he was fuming. Newt suddenly looked like he was going to be sick. Gally stomped into the room grabbing Newt's shirt and lifting him to his feet. I hopped up quickly from my bed.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" Gally growled in the blonde's face.

"Gally stop it!" I shouted grabbing his arm.

"What the hell are you two doing in here alone with the door shut and you half naked?" He asked angrily.

"It's not like that Gally." I tried to explain.

"Listen Newt when I'm done with you you won't even be able to see her." Gally growled ready to beat the life out of the poor boy.

"Gally stop it! He's gay!" I shouted before I realized what I was saying.

Both Newt and Gally's heads snapped to look at me. Newt looked shocked and hurt while Gally looked confused.

"What?" Gally asked me.

"He's gay Gally. Let him go." I said sternly pulling Newt out of his grasp.

Newt stumbled backwards. He stood frozen to the spot just staring at me like I'd just stabbed him.

"I'm sorry Newt but he was going to beat your face in." I said sincerely.

"That wasn't your information to tell." He said quietly then left my room quickly.

"Newt!" I called after the boy trying to run to him.

Gally grabbed my arm stopping me from leaving the room.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked harshly turning back to builder.

"I thought Newt was trying to get with you. I didn't know he was gay." Gally said sternly.

I groaned sitting on the edge of my bed resting my face in my hands.

"I can't believe I blurted that out. I feel so bad." I grumbled more to myself.

I felt Gally sit next to me then wrap his arm around my back.

"To be fair if you hadn't I would have beat the klunk out of him." Gally said quietly.

"You listen to me Gally. If you even think about telling the other gladers about Newt I will personally kick your ass up and down the Glade then I will never talk to you again. Do you understand."

Gally's face paled suddenly. He nodded looking more serious than I had ever seen him.

"I mean it Gally." I said sternly making sure he understood I was serious.

"I swear I won't say anything."

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#nothingbutfangirlsmut #the maze trials #the maze runner #gally x reader #gally imagine #gally smut #gally #tmr gally #original character

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Fifteen

It was about two weeks after the banishment. I was finally letting it stray from my mind as I got back into full work. I was healing quickly according to Clint and Jeff. They made me come see them every day. I was aloud to talk again. My voice still sounded a little weak and scratchy but no where near as bad as it was the first day they told me I could talk. I didn't even recognize my own voice for about a week.

Today was the day we were suppose to get a new greenie. Today would make three months I've been in the Glade. It feels like so much longer. The last greenie was already told his task of giving our new one the tour when he or maybe even she arrived. Since both the greenies after me were boys I doubted I'd get lucky enough to have another girl among this horde of boys.

When the alarm went off later that day we all ran to the box as fast as we could. We were always anxious to see the new greenie. I silently hoped for another girl even though I knew my chances were very slim. Gally and Newt opened the cage. Gally jumped inside. We all leaned over the edge to get our first glimpse. It was another boy. Of course. He looked small but toned. He didn't seem to be too scared of the situation either. Winston and Zart pulled the boy out of the box. He landed right in front of me on the grass. His eyes landing on me almost immediately.

"Welcome to the Glade greenie." I smiled widely at him.

He, very openly, took in my full appearance before smiling at me. An arm grabbed me suddenly pulling me to the side. It was Frypan. He pushed me toward a few others helping Gally pull items out of the box. I joined them happily.

Later that evening we were finishing things up for the bonfire. The greenie had finished his tour and was now standing with Newt and a few others chatting. I was with Fry watching Gally and a few of his builders stacking the last bit of the bonfire. A few minutes later Alby gave his usual shout to light it up and the bonfire roared to life. I chatted with Fry until Newt came over to introduce the greenie to us.

"This is Frypan our cook and this is Emi. She's the only girl here in the Glade and she's one of our builders." Newt said gesturing to both Fry and myself.

The greenie smiled at me and extended his hand to me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you beautiful." He said trying to be charming.

I couldn't help the sudden blush that crept across my face. He was cute I'd give him that but he wasn't anything near Gally. Fry and Newt both looked instantly uncomfortable with his comment.

"The only girl in the Glade and someone hasn't made you their's yet?" He asked stepping closer.

"Actually..." I started to speak but was cut off by the greenie's surprised shout.

Gally had appeared behind him picking him up with ease. He walked a few steps away then sat the boy down. He angrily walked back over to me. He glared at the greenie as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me away.

"What was that?" He asked angrily.

"What do you mean?"

"You just stood there and let him hit on you." He said threw clenched teeth.

"No, actually I was about to tell him you would break his face when you picked him up." I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"You're shucking right. I'll break that little shank in half." He growled.

I couldn't help but chuckle. He was really hot when he got like this. It didn't happen often because the boys knew not to step over the line. They already knew what Gally was capable of. I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer so I could kiss him with all the passion and heat I had. I needed him to know that no one would ever compare to him.

"Let's get back to the others." I whispered then pulled him by his hand behind me.

Gally went straight to start forming his circle. I had a feeling he'd call out the greenie. He'd want to show the greenie what he could do to him. He was all for showing off his strength. I wouldn't complain. I loved to watch him do this.

We formed the circle quickly. Newt and Fry making sure they were between me and the greenie. I watched as Gally did his show to pick out a glader. To my surprise he stopped and pointed at me. All the boys cheered and chanted my name. I laughed stepping in the circle to face my boyfriend.

"You sure about this big bad wolf?" I asked as he circled me like a predator.

"You scared princess?" He asked raising a brow at me.

As he walked behind me I quickly kicked my leg out making him trip and fall into the dirt. I stepped to tower over him.

"You wish" I smiled down at him.

He jumped back to his feet quickly. The fight was on. He lunged for me but I ducked slamming my elbow into his gut. He doubled over with a groan. I wrapped my arm around his neck pulling him down. He rolled over me and onto his back. I pinned him quickly making all the boys cheer.

Gally was quick to roll us over trying to pin me to the ground but I was too quick to unlatch myself from him. I kneed him earning me the escape I needed. I watched him get back to his feet slowly as he eyed me. I stepped closer with my hands up.

"I don't wanna hurt you big bad wolf." I cooed.

He laughed taking a step closer.

"You wanna give up already princess?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

Without a word I kicked him as hard as I could making him stumble backwards. He was close to the edge so I dropped to my knees kicking his feet out from under him then gave him one more swift kick that slid him across the dirt and out of the circle.

The boys erupted into cheers again chanting my name. I loved beating Gally at his own game. The keeper of the builders got back to his feet. He grabbed me from behind as he laughed then planted a kiss to my neck.

"I'll get you back later." He whispered into my ear.

"I hope so" I winked then went back to stand with Newt.

Just as I thought he would Gally called out the greenie. Newt wanted to bet me on how long the greenie would last but I knew it wouldn't be long. I wasn't wrong. Gally threw the poor boy around like he was a rag doll. He threw him out of the circle a countless amount. Once everything was over I made sure Gally knew to meet me in my room before he went to bed. I said a quick goodnight to Newt then disappeared into the homestead.

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The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Eleven

As the sun started to set I met Fry at his makeshift cooking area. We didn't want to actually build anything cause we were constantly on the move. So we set a small area up so Fry could work his magic every morning and night. It was nice to have his cooking again. Oddly enough his cooking made where ever we were at the time feel a little more like home.

"Where's Thomas and Newt?" I asked him as I came to stand next to him.

He handed me a few discolored and chipped plates. I sat them down in front of me.

"Back there" he nodded with his head as a smile spread across his face.

I looked back to see my brother and best friend sitting practically on top of each other. Their heads were close together as they had a whispered conversation. I smiled when I noticed their intertwined fingers resting on Thomas' lap.

"About damn time" I whispered turning back to Fry.

The boy next to me laughed.

"How long have you suspected that?" Fry asked me.

"Since the beginning" I chuckled.

I helped Fry finish up what he was doing. Once everything was done he told me to give the call.

"Grub is up everyone!" I shouted.

Everyone dropped what they were doing then made their way over to me and Fry. I helped him fill the plates with food then pass them out to everyone. Fry and I were the last to grab our plates then join the group around the fire. I sat next to Thomas with Fry on my other side.

"You two look very friendly." I whispered to Thomas.

He chuckled then shook his head.

"Very friendly" he said with a grin.

It had been only a few short weeks since we lost Minho, Aris, Sonja, and countless others. The atmosphere around what was left of us had slowly loosened. There was still some tension especially when we were in the middle of following a lead. I had spent most of the time staying busy. Whatever needed to be done I was doing it. From sorting supplies to helping Fry cook and serve the food. Fry had been the one person I'd spent most my time talking to. It was mostly just random conversations like what was happening in and around the camp. It was a nice way to spend the time. As long as I wasn't thinking about everything that had happened.

After everyone was finished eating we all pitched in to finish loading everything up. We were heading out at first light. Our goal was to get to some dock Vince had told us about. We'd been at it for weeks now. We were trying to move forward but track WCKD's movements at the same time. It was a struggle to keep up with them. There had been times we'd lost them completely only to find them again a few weeks later. Now was one of those moments. We'd lost track of them about a week ago. The four of us gladers that were left were the ones that tried to track all of WCKD's moves. Vince and the others worked on getting us closer to the safe haven.

"Let's hit our beds. First thing in the morning we'll get moving again." Vince ordered as everyone finished loading the trucks.

I met up with Harriet so we could go to our beds together. They were right next to each other. When I say "beds" I really mean sleeping bags or blankets either on the ground or in the trucks themselves.

"Any more leads?" Harriet asked as we got to our beds.

"Not yet but we are working on it. We'll find them." I told her softly.

She nodded then crawled under her blankets. I did the same hoping sleep would come quickly.

The next morning Harriet woke me up. We immediately rolled up our blankets then climbed into our assigned vehicles. I was obviously with my fellow gladers. Thomas was driving while Newt happily sat in the passenger seat. Fry and I had our guns loaded and ready in the back seat just in case they were needed.

We drove for hours from sun up to sundown. We rarely stopped only if it was absolutely needed. When we did, it was late into the night. Vince had as stop in an area we could easily hide the vehicles. We all ate quickly then got back in the trucks to sleep for a few hours.

When we did start moving again Newt had taken the driver seat while Thomas took the passenger seat next to him. Not long into the drive, I saw Newt reach over and grab Thomas' hand. They intertwined their fingers together then rested them on top of Thomas' thigh. It was so good to see those two actually moving forward with their relationship. As I watched Thomas rub his thumb against Newt's hand a sudden sadness came over me. It was one I hadn't felt in some time. I had been so busy with everything going on I hadn't let myself have the time to think. To think about Gally and how he could have been apart of all this.

I turned to stare out the window. I had to clear my head. I couldn't let myself get distracted by the past or what could have been. Gally was gone and I had to make my peace with that no matter how hard it might be. I had to keep moving.

"You alright?" Fry asked quietly.

"I'm fine," I told him in a sharp tone.

I didn't mean to say it like that. I glanced at Fry who had a knowing look on his face. These three boys had come to know me way too well. They could read me like an open book.

"I know you still miss him. I do too. He was my friend as well. You know you can talk to us about it. Maybe talking about it will help you move on." Fry said softly.

Thomas had turned in his seat to look at me. Newt glanced back in the mirror.

"I don't want to talk about it. I'm fine you guys." I said softly with a small smile.

Thomas chuckled.

"We know you're not fine Em. It's okay to not be fine. He meant a lot to you. I don't fully understand it but I didn't know him like you did." Thomas said with a smile.

"I don't think any of us knew him like she did." Newt joked.

Fry laughed.

"That's for sure. Did I ever tell you about the time I caught the two of them in the wash pool?" Fry asked leaning forward to talk to Newt.

I felt my face instantly heat up. I had totally forgotten about that! Newt laughed and shook his head.

"No you didn't." Newt said.

Fry laughed again.

"Fry!" I shouted as I slapped his shoulder.

"Remember the day Emi was all muddy?" Fry asked.

Newt laughed again.

"Oh yea I remember that day." Newt nodded.

My cheeks heated even more.

"Can we not please?" I begged them.

"That night I went to wash up and I caught the sight of her and him in the water. Things looked like they were getting pretty heated too till I said something." Fry laughed.

Newt and Thomas both laughed.

"I hate you guys." I grumbled.

"Did you ever figure out why she was covered in mud?" Newt asked Fry.

"Newt!" I shouted in disbelief.

"What? It's not like any of it needs to be a secret anymore." Newt laughed as he glanced back at me in the mirror.

"While the two of them were supposed to be getting mud they ended up making out for the first time. He had mud all over his hands which ended up all over Emi." Newt laughed at the memory.

I couldn't help but smile. I realized at that moment that every memory I had with Gally was so precious. Even the bad moments at the end. Every second I spent with him should be cherished and not buried in my memory.

"I never knew you two were so handsy!" Fry shouted with a fake look of disgust on his face.

I laughed at him as I slapped his arm playfully.

"Let's just say it was a good thing I had my private room in the homestead." I chuckled.

"Ew" Newt said making the other two boys laugh.

The laughter died but I continued to smile. I think reminiscing was exactly what I needed. It reminded me of all the happy moments. The moments I'd almost let myself forget.

"Thank you guys" I said softly.

Gally might be gone but I'll always remember him. I'll always have those moments that no one else knows about. The quiet words shared only between me and him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

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