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natimiles · 2 months

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All of Me (Arthur x Isaac)

Summary: Arthur decides he and Isaac need a break after not leaving their own bedrooms for a while because of work.

Words: 2158

Tags: tooth-rotten fluffy; romance; established relationship; lots of kissing; romantic Arthur is so romantic it hurts.

Notes: I got the meaning of red tulips from this site.

Moodboard: Arthur&Isaac | Picnic Date

Isaac doesn’t even have to look up to know who barged into the bedroom. There is only one person who is brazen enough to not care about knocking before entering his room.

He senses Arthur walking up to him, standing behind his chair and peering down at his work. He feels a finger lightly running up and down his ear, caressing the adornment at the top of it, sending goosebumps down his body. He tries to keep his composure, but when he feels a light kiss and the tip of Arthur’s tongue tracing the piercing, he shivers and tries to hide his ear, looking sideways at the culprit, who is chuckling very close to his face.

“Hi, luv,” Arthur smiles and gives him a peck on the lips, flustering him even more. “Finally looked away from this work of yours!”

“Hi,” Isaac huffs, but his blushing cheeks give away that he isn’t mad. “Like you’re one to talk.”

“And that’s why I’m here,” he straightens up, one hand on his hip and the other hidden behind his back. “To take you outside and enjoy the sun. I think we both need to leave our rooms for a bit.”

The physicist turns around to get a better look at his boyfriend. Arthur has dark circles under his eyes, and their beautiful sapphire color isn’t as bright as usual. His hair is disheveled in the way it gets when he is nervously running his hands through it, his shoulders are slumped, and he looks pale. He is undoubtedly exhausted.

“Did you even sleep last night?” Isaac asks, eyeing him suspiciously.

Arthur chuckles. “Did you?”

And Isaac knows he isn’t much better if the concerned look stamped on Arthur’s face is any indication.

“Mmm…” He slowly gets up and stretches his arms, only then realizing how long he’s been sitting there and how tired he really is. “What are you hiding there anyway?” Isaac notices that Arthur still has one of his hands behind his back.

“This, my lovely Newt, is for you.” He takes a step closer to Isaac and presents him with a bouquet of red tulips. “So, will you give me the honor of going out on a date with me?”

Isaac blushes, and Arthur giggles at the sight. Bringing his hand to his boyfriend’s cheek, he traces the redness with his fingertips until he reaches the hair covering almost half of Isaac’s face, tucking it behind his ear. The physicist looks down at the bouquet to hide his blush, taking it into his hands. It’s ridiculous how Arthur makes him feel, even after dating for some time.

“Assuming I agree,” he clears his throat, trying to keep his shyness in check. “Where are we going?”

“Mmm, that’s a surprise,” he says mischievously, winking. “A good one, I promise!” he adds when he sees the grimace on Isaac’s face.

“Fine,” he sighs, agreeing.

“Great!” Arthur flashes him a bright smile and pecks his lips. “I’ll meet you in the foyer in ten minutes, is that okay?”

“It is. I’ll just freshen up. Maybe eat a snack before leaving.” Isaac looks at the clock on his desk to check if it’s already time for his elevensies.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be eating out. And if you get too hungry, you can always bite me,” Arthur says, wiggling his eyebrows, and Isaac rolls his eyes.

As agreed, they meet in the foyer. Arthur is carrying a basket, and Isaac cocks an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously. The writer only smiles and takes his hand, intertwining their fingers while leading him outside the mansion.

“Are we walking there?” Isaac asks when he realizes they’re not heading in the direction to get a carriage.

“Yes. Don’t worry, it’s not far. We won’t get more tired than we already are.”

Isaac hums and looks around. “You’re really not telling me where we’re going, right?” He tries again, curiosity speaking louder when he notices they’re not heading town. He doesn’t remember ever walking this way before. Arthur glances at him with a smile, and he knows he won’t get any answers. “Fine, I’ll just follow you blindly.”

“Oh…” The writer’s smile widens.

“I won’t put a blindfold on to walk there,” he says matter-of-factly, already anticipating where the other’s mind would drift.

“Will you put it on when we’re back home then?” He grins slyly, and Isaac deadpans at him, his cheeks turning red. “It doesn’t hurt to ask, huh?”

“I guess I should’ve seen this one coming,” the physicist sighs, rolling his eyes, though his lips curve into a tiny smile the next second.

“Well, we won’t have to use the blindfold now anyway.” Arthur slows to a stop and lifts their laced hands to point at his boyfriend’s other side. “We’ve arrived!”

Isaac looks at the intertwined hands in the air and then turns in the direction they are pointing.

“Oh…” It’s the only sound he lets out. He smiles softly at the field of colorful flowers ahead. The sun shines down, making their colors even brighter. The wind blows, messing with their hair and spreading the gentle fragrance of the flowers. The nearby trees create the perfect spot for them to sit down and enjoy.

“Nice, huh?” Arthur steps beside him, taking a good look at his features, and showing a matching smile when he sees Isaac likes the place. “Come on, let’s settle down.”

Arthur guides them through the flower field to a spot near a tree, where they can enjoy the sun but also have a nice area to rest. He swiftly retrieves a blanket from inside the basket and lays it out on the grass with Isaac’s help. Gesturing for Isaac to sit down, Arthur places the basket in one of the corners to hold the blanket in place and settles between the basket and his boyfriend.

He is really proud of his accomplishment — he set up his first picnic all by himself. Well, he asked for some tips from Sebastian, but he put them into practice on his own. He made the sandwiches, brewed coffee, fetched some blanc and rouge, and, of course, got some apples.

Isaac stares silently while Arthur takes everything out of the basket. He frowns when he sees the apples, even though he knows they’re not meant to tease him — not anymore, since Arthur actually grew to like the fruit after teasing Isaac for so long. He can’t help but notice how happy and proud his boyfriend looks right now, and he wonders…

“Did you make all this?” He voices his thoughts.

“I did. Sebas gave me some tips, but I did it. Not the cake though,” he points at a little strawberry cake in the middle of all the displayed food. “I will admit I bought it, but only because I didn’t think now was a good time to test my baking skills. I was short on time because I decided to do this after breakfast and didn’t want to end up ruining everything. I would gladly try next time though.”

Isaac blinks once, twice. He is suddenly hit by the notion that Arthur planned and executed their entire date in just a few hours, probably after noticing that he hadn’t left the room for breakfast again that morning. His mind drifts back to Arthur barging into the bedroom and the bouquet he brought, and he feels his face heating up. He doesn’t know what red tulips mean, but he bets they symbolize something; Arthur always gives him things that mean something.

He doesn’t even notice he’s been staring at Arthur for so long until he hears a chuckle. Suddenly, blue eyes are watching him from very close, and he feels a light kiss on his lips.

“Why lose yourself in thoughts about me when I’m right here, darling?”

Isaac frowns and averts his gaze. He reaches for a sandwich, fiddling with the wrapping in his hands for a minute. He glances back at Arthur and watches the writer pour coffee for himself. Arthur has always been an excellent observer, and he became even better at it after they got together. The physicist considers pretending he doesn’t know what Arthur is talking about, but it wouldn’t work — it never does. If anything, every time he tried it, his too-cunning boyfriend saw right through him and made him ten times more flustered and embarrassed.

“Arthur,” he calls, his voice soft and low, but his boyfriend hears just fine and turns to him, giving his full attention. “I was thinking about... the, um, flowers.”

“You want to know what red tulips mean?” Arthur asks, watching for every little reaction from the other man. Isaac lets out a low sigh and nods once, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, the kind that emerges when he wants to know more about something. “Mmm, I wonder,” he feigns ignorance.

Isaac swats his arm with the back of his hand, an adorable pout on his face. “I know you know! You wouldn’t give it to me if it didn’t.”

“Someone’s been paying attention to my meaningful gifts,” he smirks.

“Ugh, never mind.” The physicist turns back to look at the flower field ahead, opening the wrapper of his sandwich to eat in silence.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Arthur places a finger on his chin and turns his face back to him, looking intently into his eyes. “I’ll tell you,” he whispers.

He extends his hand and waits for his boyfriend to take it. Isaac raises an eyebrow but concedes, putting down his sandwich to grasp it. Arthur gently squeezes the hand and brings it to his face, planting light kisses on the knuckles, his gaze never leaving Isaac’s flustered expression.

“What are you—”

Arthur silences him with a shush. He opens the hand he’s holding and places it on his chest, securing it in place with his own hand. “Just feel it,” he says in a low voice, his expression serious. Isaac nods, and they fall into silence. It takes only a few seconds for him to grasp Arthur’s intentions.

He feels the heartbeat going crazy under the palm of his hand.

He blinks, and Arthur flashes him a loving smile. Isaac doesn’t have time to say anything, not that he would know what to say in the first place, and he feels soft lips against his own. Arthur is still holding their hands against his chest, but he brings the other one to Isaac’s neck to deepen the kiss. Isaac complies, and it feels like his whole world has shifted.

Arthur has been nothing but a charmer and a good boyfriend, and Isaac feels flustered and shy almost on a daily basis, but he also feels loved and cared for like never before. However, it’s a whole different feeling being able to feel how fast his boyfriend’s heart is beating now, to know he could elicit the same reactions from Arthur. He didn’t realize until now that he could feel even more loved than he has since they started dating.

“It beats like this only for you,” the writer breaks the kiss to speak in a low voice, his lips still close and brushing against his boyfriend’s.

He chuckles when he hears Isaac’s breath hitching and sees his whole face reddening; such an endearing sight. He lets go of Isaac’s hand to cradle his face, brushing his thumb against his red cheeks in a loving, gentle caress. Isaac doesn’t let his hand fall, quite the opposite. He fists Arthur’s shirt and pulls his body closer, laying back on the blanket. Isaac is better with actions than words, and they’re kissing again in the next second.

However, Arthur hasn’t finished saying what he wanted.

“I love you dearly.” He kisses the red, hot cheeks of his boyfriend, and proceeds to punctuate every sentence with a kiss. “You’re the only one I love.” A kiss on the forehead. “The only one I want.” A kiss on the tip of the nose. “For as long as you’ll have me.” A kiss on the corner of his lips. “That’s the meaning,” he concludes with a kiss on the lips, one that Isaac tries to deepen but Arthur pulls away to finish professing his feelings. “That’s what I promised you since we started dating months ago. True, deep, and undying love.”

“God, you are… so cheesy,” Isaac rasps, his voice barely audible.

Arthur knows his boyfriend well enough. He knows Isaac is overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to react when love is expressed so intensely. With a smile, he runs his hands through Isaac’s strawberry-brown hair, gently pushing it back and holding it there.

“And you still love me.”

“Yes,” he replies with a shy smile. “And I still love you.”

They eventually eat and drink everything Arthur prepared. It takes a while, as it requires them to finally let go of each other and keep their hands to themselves for a few minutes.

Masterlists

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findroleplay · 1 year

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˚ · • . ° . rp partner(s) wanted ! ˚ · • . ° .

my name is mallory (or lory), i’m twenty-one years old and i’m looking for people to write with !

below the cut you’ll find some ‘requirements’ as well as some of the fandoms and tropes i’m into.

i’d love a partner(s) that wants to talk outside of rp as well because i love headcanons, sharing pinterest boards, playlists, and just general gushing over our characters/plots.

i do write both males & females, but i have more experience writing males. for ocs and canon characters with no established actors, i like to use faceclaims (just for establishing looks and (again) gushing over them). can be canon or ocs. that being said, i also love oc x oc pairings in an established universe (i.e. harry potter, shadowhunters, teen wolf, GOT and many more! just ask and i’ll let you know!).

i do like darker themes. limits can be discussed later (some basic ones are pedophilia, beastiality, rape). i’m down to write angst, fluff, smut.. pretty much whatever.

i also love fandom crossovers ! my personal favourites at the moment are wednesday x shadowhunters, wednesday x teen wolf, shadowhunters x teen wolf and shadowhunters x harry potter.

some basic rules

must be 18+. i don’t feel comfortable rping with minors, sorry!

i rp exclusively on discord.

i write between 1-2 full length discord messages. could be more depending on the content/inspiration.

i write in third-person and past tense.

fandoms i’m into

harry potter/marauders

bbc merlin (!!)

teen wolf

the maze runner

shadowhunters (the show)

wednesday

shadow and bone (the show)

ships i’m into

draco x hermione (hp)

draco x harry (hp)

sirius x remus (marauders)

regulus x james (marauders)

merlin x arthur (merlin)

merlin x gwaine (merlin)

merlin x gwaine x arthur love triangle (merlin)

merlin x lancelot (merlin)

jace x alec (shadowhunters)

simon x raphael (shadowhunters)

stiles x derek (tw)

scott x isaac (tw)

stiles x isaac (tw)

scott x allison (tw)

thomas x newt (tmr)

gally x newt (tmr)

thomas x gally x newt love triangle (tmr)

kaz x inez (shadow and bone)

kaz x m!oc (shadow and bone)

wednesday x xavier (wednesday)

stiles x alec (crossover)

& a wide variety of other crossover pairings !

tropes i’m into

enemies to lovers

childhood friends to lovers

sunshine x grumpy

forced proximity

forbidden love

unrequited love

hurt / comfort

angst

redemption

‘there is only one bed’

love potion

injury/illness

major character death

slow burn

rescue missions

huddling for warmth

mutual pining

fake dating

love triangle (love love LOVE!!)

you can either message me or like/comment on this and i’ll come to you !

#roleplay #rp #harry potter rp #marauders rp #bbc merlin rp #teen wolf rp #the maze runner rp #shadowhunters rp #Wednesday rp #shadow and bone rp

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ikesenwritings · 5 months

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The Seasons and Love Languages

[Isaac x fem!Reader] + mansion residents

<< Winter + Words of Affirmation >>

“I would rather spend my evening with you,” Isaac pouted. And only you, he would’ve added.

“Oh, Isaac. Don’t be like that! It’s the last hours of Christmas,” she exclaimed. “The last hours of your birthday!”

“I don’t see the purpose of this. We’ve never celebrated before.”

The pair stopped short of exiting the mansion. Loud, jovial voices were just beyond the grand double doors—the alcohol, no doubt, having already made its way through some of the residents’ systems, birthing a lively atmosphere.

“Why have we stopped?”

She dropped Isaac’s hand and grabbed the beanie that hung out of his shallow coat pocket. A handmade gift—it was maroon and a bit horribly made, his favorite color and the level of craftsmanship to be expected from a novice knitter.

Her fingers ran through his strawberry brown hair with a smile so soft, so forgiving. If Isaac had started his day moping in past mistakes and current worries, it would have all been okay because of that smile. It deepened along with her admiration when she pulled the beanie over his head.

“By all means, it’s a terrible hat, but you look cute anyway,” she beamed. Isaac sighed, his cheeks now flushed. “Sorry. Handsome.”

“It’s making me itch,” the vampire grumbled.

She laughed and rubbed vigorously at his wool-covered forehead, earning a grunt of dismay from her lover.

“C’mon,” she urged, once more holding onto Isaac’s gloved hand. “Everyone wants to see the birthday boy!”

“The whole lot saw me at breakfast and din—”

They stepped through the doors. A cacophony of greetings rang in the late night air.

“Newt, ol’ boy!”

“Isaac, you made it!”

“Isaac, I got these graphite pens for your research. They’re high quality.”

“Do you and hondje care for eggnog?”

“We’ve been waiting for you, Isaac!”

“Were you and Toshiko-san having fun in the foyer?”

“O-Of course not!” Isaac cried, the tips of his ears having already turned red. “We were having— we were just—”

“No teasing tonight, Dazai,” Napoleon interjected. Talking. We were just talking. The former emperor laid a heavy hand on the author’s shoulder and directed a tender smile at the physicist.

“I know we’ve all said it today, but happy birthday, Isaac. We’re all glad to have met a man like you.”

“Really…” Isaac grumbled. A cherry blossom hue dusted his cheeks, his gaze fixed to the paved ground littered in snowy footprints. “There’s no need to say that, Napoleon.” But no one could have dismissed the smallest, shyest of smiles Isaac reserved for these kinds of gentle words.

Comte held his cup of eggnog high. Affection—the deep golden color of his eyes. He looked to the physicist. “A cheers to our dear brother and friend.” The others followed suit.

Soon, previous conversations resumed, Isaac being pulled every which way into discussions he would find himself very immersed in or wishing to be anywhere else. Either way, he was left only with a sense of belonging and a gratefulness for what was now his daily life.

Because he was looking at her. As Arthur prattled on about wagers and games of chess and little birds he’d met at the bar, Isaac was looking at her and she was looking at him, like two people at opposite ends of the room. And she was beautiful.

He watched as she apologized to Napoleon, dismissing herself from the conversation. She latched her arms around Isaac’s waist from behind and began to clumsily pull him away from the old Scot. She laughed as she struggled to walk backwards with Isaac’s taller frame.

“We’ll fall at this rate. And I’ll crush you,” he warned, eliciting a giggle from his love.

“And I’m fine with—” She let out a small shriek as she began to fall. In his own supernatural speed, Isaac managed to turn halfway before hitting the ground. One hand cradled her head, the other firmly planted on the ground, holding his top half up.

A third round of laughter erupted from her as Isaac’s frantic eyes scanned for any possible injury or sprain. He came to when he felt her arms gingerly wrap around his neck.

“I love you,” she said.

“Where is this coming from?”

He couldn’t help but ask.

“From me.”

Simple. Simple and so freely given.

‘I love you.’

“I love you, too,” Isaac replied. “With everything I am, everything I wish to be.”

And in that moment, with his family telling grand stories of the lives they once lived and the crackle of the fire pit and the flurry of snow that stuck to her hair and eyelashes and the red noses and the bated breaths, he felt complete, happily destined to this new, little life of his.

A/N

The original plan was to write one for each season of the year with a different suitor but who knows if that’ll happen 😅😅 either way, I’m happy that I got to finish this piece. I’m glad to be back and I’m sure I have much reading to catch up on!!! Both on this app and in the games!!

#hi hi hi #this is my first piece of writing in many months !!#I started this back in April 💀 and it’s finally complete #just in time for Isaac’s birthday whoop whoop #I’ve been wanting to write something for Isaac’s bday for two years now #i hope y’all like it #because I love this little man and his little life and his little friends !#cybird ikemen #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp fanfic

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castielli · 2 years

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How to request:

Go to @castiellos and send an ask with all the details you need! (To see my works, just search in my tags “castielli”. I’ll make a masterlist soon)

Fandoms I write for under the cut!

NCIS

Timothy McGee

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Luke Alvez

SHAMELESS

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Kevin Ball

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Peter/001

Jason Carver

Dimitri

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Chase McKinney

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Quill

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Eddie Brock/Venom

Druig

Ikaris

Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr

Peter Maximoff

Wolverine

Scott Summers

Hank McCoy

Bobby Drake

Alex Summers

Phil Coulson

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockey

Scott Lang

Pietro Maximoff

Mobius M. Mobius

Matt Murdock

Shang-chi

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Finn

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Bernard

Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

Peter

Caleb Prior

Four

HARRY POTTER

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

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spiderlandry · 6 months

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CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR !

always check my pinned post to see if im taking requests

keep in mind i only take drabble (<1k words)/hc requests so please clarify which one u are requesting; english is not my first language; i use y/n in my fics

SCREAM: ethan, tara, quinn, chad, anika, sam, mindy, amber

AVATAR: lo’ak, neteyam, spider, jake, tsu’tey, tsireya, rotxo, ao’nung

ONE PIECE (anime only except koby): koby!!!, nami, zoro, luffy (platonic only), sanji, usopp, polyam zosan, law, penguin, ace, polyam acesan, kidd, chopper (platonic only), sabo

SHADOW AND BONE: nikolai lantsov, nina zenik, polyam helnik

YELLOWJACKETS: for 1996 - lottie, shauna, nat, tai, van, laura lee, jackie, misty, mari; for present day - misty, van, tai

TEEN WOLF: malia, stiles, isaac

THE MAZE RUNNER: minho, thomas, newt (no fem!reader), gally, teresa, frypan

ADDITIONAL: i can write character x character - newtmas, lo’reya, tamber, lottielee, lottienat, jackieshauna, zosan, acesan, lawzo (please request these i love writing character x character fics)

WHAT I DON’T WRITE: smut, yandere, abusive relationships, cheating, rpf, anything too sadistic (furthest i’ll go is scream-type stuff), toxic relationships, pregnancy, human x na’vi requests

^ will add more if something comes up

#ethan landry x reader #tara carpenter x reader #scream 6 x reader #loak sully x reader #neteyam sully x reader #avatar x reader #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews x reader #the maze runner x reader #opla x reader

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year

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Fantasy

Media TMR au

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating smut af!!

Concept dirty little fantasy

Smut 'princess/ mastubation/ consensual rape play kinda?/ Nipple play/ breast play/ fingering/ eating out/ pantie stuffing/ vibrators/ magic wand/ torcher/ squirting/ mystery intruder/ Hickis/ full sex/ jizz/

Warning: I don't know how to explain this so I will do my best in this fic, there is rape play or well semi consensual play is better, they are agreeing it is consented will safewords, for a 'intruder non consensual fantasy' they do consent to doing the roleplay there is just semi consensual non consensual elements in the roleplay just wanted to clarify that for everyone.

I rushed along with the steam of people from room to room all of us trying to get where we were going within the short time between bells. I rushed into the room and immediately saw on the board a seating plan I was always concerned with seating plans as you can end up in pretty terrible places. They only do it to try and split people up even if it never works. I found I was to sit at the back beside… him. I nervously approached the table seeing him sitting there.

His converses against the chair's metal legs dirty and tattered, dark brown cargo pants also dirty and well-tattered, a grey hoodie that swallowed his skinny body up now allowing any of his skin to be seen, even the hood up with only the small fringe of his hair visible its gold and chocolate colour with a bright blue steak that honestly looked like he took a blue highlighter to his head last period. He had headphones in his ears with the cord coming down from the hood into his pocket.

“Alright everyone phones away, and attention forward,” The Lecturer said so I took my seat and put my books down. He rolled his eyes pulling his headphones out soon enough we got out the worksheet for the day and of course once everyone began working and the lecturer left everyone began to talk among themselves. So I tried to strike up a conversation

“Uhh Hi”

He only glared at me chewing some gum in his cheek “what?”

“I was just saying hello” I answered sheepishly

“Whatever,” he says returning to his work, finishing his questions quickly and starting to doodle in his notebook

“I’m y/n” I smiled trying once again to start a conversation

“Wonderful.” he says

“And you are?”

“The fucking tooth fairy,” he says clearly annoyed so I silenced myself and got on with my work “Isaac.”

“Isaac. Nice to meet you”

“Just call me newt. If ever you wish to actually speak to me”

“Okay, newt” I nodded “what-” I began but he spoke up interrupting me

“The less you speak. The happier I’ll be”

“Okay” I nodded just getting on with my work.

I sat up at my desk, typing away on my laptop the lights down low, typing up my little fantasy, the little things I dreamt off. I don’t know why I do at this point but still in my little notes to read when I feel particularly giggly. Writing my little notes about invaders, about masters and mistresses, about monsters and mad lusts. All for my own personal use knowing knowone but me would ever see them.

I sat at my table doing my work for the day, I caught sight of newt beside me as he made his work sheet into a paper airoplane he saw me looking and simply glared at me “What?”

“Just curious what you where doing.”

“Curiousity killed the cat”

“Did it?”

“Well someone did” he says

I focused back on my work trying to get the work done.

“Whats your deal anyway?”

“My deal?”

“Your vibe. Your thing. You just sort of seem to… be”

“Isn’t that normal?”

“Whatever Princess”

“P-Princess?” I asked blushing hard unable to think off… my little smutty dreams

“Ohhh” He smirked “Thats the kinda girl you are” he smirked the bell rang so everyone began to gather their stuff he threw his backpack over his shoulder “See you later, Princess” he smirked pinching my butt before he headed off to his neck class.

I sat on the yard on my little bench book in hand having a sweet read of my book, “Hey Princess” I looked up and saw newt smirking at me

“Hello Newt” I rolled my eyes a little

“Missing something?” he smirked

“What are you talking about?”

“You really don’t miss it?”

“Miss what?” I asked

“This?” he smirked revealing my phone from his pocket

“Where did you get that!” I yelped snatching it from him

“I found it”

“Where?”

“You left it on the desk in social studies” he smirked

“Well thanks newt”

“Don’t worry about it princess. See you around” He chuckled heading off somewhere else

I nervously went though my phone incase anything was missing, not that I don’t trust him…. Well I don’t. Nothing seemed to be missing or changed so I breathed a sigh of relife and put my phone back in my pocket.

I walked down the grey stone street holding my books close to me, I know he’s hovering behind me, following me home. I sighed and turned around to face newt “What are you doing?” I asked

“Walking home?”

“You never walk this way home”

“Well I wanted to walk this way today”

“You know newt if you wanted to walk me home you could have just asked?”

“Could I princess? Did I read right?”

“What?”

“On your phone, your parents are out of town?”

“....yes” I admitted “Till tuesday”

“interesting” he smirked

“Why?”

“Curious”

“Curiousity Killed the cat”

“Did it? See you around princess” he smirked heading off his own way, I was a little nervous but headed home and locked the house up.

I sat in my bed unable to stop reading though my little writings as I laid unable to sleep contemplating perhaps having some fun as I was all alone. I read about a man forcing his hands on me in a crowded train carriage. I knew it was horrible. I know if it was something to happen in reality of scream and cry, but I'm my own mind it's safe under my control, a sick fantasy I would never act on. As I laid in bed I heard a sound but I didn't think much off it probably just a bird or something. So I nuzzled closer to my pillow getting cosy in my bed I heard a creaking but thought little off it just the house spooking me as I'm here all by myself focusing on my phone when all of a sudden I felt something grab my ankle making me squeal as I was aggressively pulled from my bed I screamed but quickly a hand was put over my mouth silencing my screams "hello princess" his voice smirked in my ear holding me tightly

"Newt!' I yelled pulling his hand away "what the hell are you doing in my house!"

"Exactly what you want me to do" he smirked grabbing my hands pulling them behind me and locking them into handcuffs

"What the hell!" I yelled "let me go!'

"No. I won't' he smirked throwing me on my rug immediately pinning me down there

"Let me go!" I yelled

"No princess" he smirked throwing a black backpack down beside me as he smirked down at me in my little nightie

"What are you doing here?'

"Well. I read your little story"

"My what!'

"On your phone." He smirked "a very interesting read princess. About big tough men, touching you and having there way with you" he smirked "I figured as your parents are gone for a few days… I could help you live out one of those dirty fantasies of yours"

"But I don't really want that!'

"Don't you?'

'there just fantasy newt silly little dreams"

"Well. Reading them got me hard. The thought of you being so… into that stuff. I'll do it. If you want me to. Or is it part of the fun to… not want me?"

"I uhhhh"

"I get it princess. The safewords fantasy. Unless you say it I won't stop" he smirked

"Newt i-"

"And if you want harder say my name princess" he smirked kissing down my neck

I blushed hard unsure what I wanted to do and all that I could think of was "I'm a virgin"

"Really?" He smirked and I nodded "ummm you bad bad girl" he growled "that's alright princess. I can fix that" he smirked pressing himself against me rubbing his erection against my panties

I gasped and tried to struggle away but given my restrains and his weight above me it was impossible "newt" I complained to which he smirked pulling back and taking my nightie in his hands firmly gripping the cotton and with a quick pull he ripped it apart completely exposing my bare breasts to him which I instantly tried to hide and struggle against but he just sat his knee on my leg and his hands on my hips leaving me with no escape as he chuckled

"My perky little princess" he smirked playfully tugging on my nipple to harden it before grabbing my breasts one in each hand firmly groping me "ummm fuck ohh god they feel so good" he moans his eyes rolling back a little as he squeezed, groped, fondled, and massaged my breasts often times twisting and rubbing on my nipples with his fingers making me whine and struggle but he never let me move very content to play with my tits for what felt like hours leaving my nipples hard and sore from his playing.

"Newt please stop-" I began

"If you wanted me to stop you'd use the safe word. Not the rougher word. Humm or does my little princess just not wanna admit how much this turns her on" he smirked, unzipping the backpack revealing a whole bunch of items that made my heart race. Rope. Tape. Paddles. Vibrators. And a large magic wand.

"Where did you -"

'I bought them just for you princess" he smirked he grabbed the rope and tried my legs in such a way that I had no choice but to keep them as apart as they would physically go tied to my bedpost and the leg of my chest of drawers he smirked stroking my panties softly

"Newt please i-"

"Don't whine princess. Master will fix you up don't worry" he smirked pushing my panties to the side

"No please! Newt don't-"

"Why not?"

"Now ones ever touched -"

"Never? Just you?" He asks and I nodded "humm… well I did break in princess. So I am going to make sure I steal something valuable" he smirked slipping his fingers inside me making me squeal curving my back trying to struggle away "oh yeah. Dripping wet for me princess" he growled kissing my neck leaving Hickis all over me as he fingered me aggressively moving his fingers back and forth curving them and moving them to cause endless pleasure which only amused him more "maybe I should come bye every night your so much fun to watch princess" he smirked

"Newt stop please I-"

"Oh i'll stop. When you say the word. When you say the safe word and admit what a little dirty girl you are" he smirked "ummm just reading those little things on your phone got me so hard princess. I couldn't help imagining bring the one who gets to ruin you" he smirked "did you fantasize me too?"

"No I never-"

"Liar." He growled moving to lick and suck on my nipples as his fingers worked hard

"Uuughhhh newt!'

"Where are they?'

"What?"

"Your toys"

"I haven't-"

"No? Good I got everything then" he smirked reaching into his backpack pulled out a well sculpted and textured vibrator he removed his fingers and wiped them down the toy leaving my wetness there without hesitation he pressed it against me watching for my reaction I just tried to avoid his eyes, to which he smirked and pushed it as deep inside me as it could go making me squeal in shock but even louder as the moment it was hilt deep inside me he turned it on letting it vibrate on full inside me making me squeal trying to move from the pleasure but it impossible due to my ties which only admired him more watching me struggle "ohh yeah. You dirty dirty girl" he growled "fuck just let me watch you… ummm I wanna watch my princess cum"

"Noo! I-"

"Oh I'll make you cum princess. Even if I have to force it out of you' he growled kissing down my chest and stomach until he reached my clit giving it soft kisses as the vibrator worked

"Ahhh newt please ! No more!" I begged

"You know what. I'm gonna have my fun. You wanna say your safe word scream. Until then" he smirked tugging off my panties balling them up and stuffing them in my mouth "fuck you look so hot" he growled "but let's really have some fun" he dorked getting a role of tape from his backpack he cut a few prices with his teeth using them to secure small vibrators against my nipples both of which he turned on leaving me compelletly at his Mercy I did my best not to moan or squeal trying constantly to struggle away which only made him chuckle he knew how close I was and smirked down at me "still? You won't cum princess. Hummm I know how to make you" he growled grabbing the magic wand immediately i panicked he settled it on my clit and taped the body of the wand to my floor "you ready princess?'

I shook my head in desperation but he turned it on low to start with but immediately it made me squirt and squeal feeling it's harsh intense pleasure "fuck. Look at you princess" he growled undoing his belt and pushing his pants down to take his hard cock in his hand jerking off over me as he watched me "uuugh… fuck. Princess. Uhh oh yeah squeal princess" he muttered as he watched me slowly but surely increasing the speed of the wand until I hit my orgasum squirting alot and arching my back, my eyes rolling back as I did but he didn't make It stop in fact he increase the wands speed leaving me to whine in my desperation but he didn't care still jerking himself off as he watched me biting his lip hard it didn't take me long already overstimulated to hit another even more intense orgasum tears now steaming down my cheeks and still he wouldn't make it stop until he suddenly snapped pulling the vibrator out of me and moved the wand away for a second I breathed in relief but he slipped inside me raw his head rolling back "oooh god yes. Yes! Uuughhhh fuck me, princess!" He groans loudly taking no time to start his aggressive intense thrusts I couldn't help rolling my head back feeling the pleasure of having him inside me "fuck! Princess! Uuuuuuuuuuughh I need you so bad! You feel so good." He moaned getting faster and faster more merciless every second "yes! Tighter! Fuck your pussy is heavenly princess!" He moaned I knew he was close and honestly I worried given how intense my own pleasure was until he grabbed the wand again still it back on my clit and setting it on full he held it there not allowing me an escape as he worked leaving me a screaming mess I spat out my panties fighting back tears

"Newt please -"

"Just a little longer princess" he groans

"I can't, no more please-"

"Just one more please princess!" He whines and meer seconds later I hit another my voice shredding as I did he let me ride it out turning the wand off and pulling out quickly I was confused why for a second as I got my breath but almost as soon as he pulled out I felt his seed spill across my stomach he turned everything off and leant against my bed "fuck. That was awesome"

"I don't know how I feel about it"

"You loved it" he smirked untiring my legs Letting me out from everything and I fixed myself up a little

"So"

"So?" He smirked

"Ummmm" I smiled leaning on his shoulder

"Good girl" he Cooes playing with my hair "you like it? I wanted to give you your fantasy even if we had the safe word. So you could see if you really like it on a safe way. It's just me after all"

"Thanks newt"

"Do you like it?"

"I think so. With you"

"I like it too. With you" he smiled giving my lips a little kiss "did I really take your virginity? Or was that just part of the roleplay?"

"It's true"

"Ohh? Did you enjoy it?"

"Very much"

"Would you want to again?'

'so long as it's you. And maybe you know next me first"

"Fair enough,"

"Would you?'

"You want me to play your sexy intruder again you have only to ask my princess" he Cooes "my numbers in your phone I'll see you in class" he says giving me a kiss before he got up and sorted his stuff "I'll get out the way I came in" he says going to leave

"Newt?"

"Yeah?'

I blushed and slipped what was left of my nightie off grabbing a little sundress from my laundry pile turning to have my back to face him

"Yeah?" He repeated a little puzzled but clearly happy he got to see me naked

"Long train journey isn't it" I said glancing at him over my shoulder he smirked dropping his bag turning the light a little lower before closing the gap between us pressing himself against me in my little dress

"Humm it is princess. But I don't mind it being long and crowed of I get to be… pressed up against your sexy ass" he smirked grinding against me "now stay quiet princess or someone will hear you" he smirked grabbing my breasts

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miryum · 1 year

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Hi, Idk if someone already requested this, but I'll request it. Can you please do a Newt Au where in he's part of a mob and the reader is a college professor and she saw Newt's mob kill someone or something like that and Newt pretended to be a student in the university where the reader is working to assassinate her, but he fell in love with her something like that.

I don’t know how I feel about the whole teacher x student thing but weirdly I’m fine with the mob part. 😅 That’s a fanfic writer for you.

Warning: OOC for everyone (they’re in the mob, it’ll be dark), mob stuff including mentions of murder, guns, a tiny bit of stalking, sexual innuendos, someone being beaten up, happy mob ending, my thoughts are kinda scrambled and all over the place (sorry about that). Also, idk shit about being a professor or the mob so half of this will be complete guessing. (And there’s a part that’s a little unbelievable but I didn’t know how else to write it)

When the dean informed you that a new student would be joining your class, you didn’t expect a man your age who looked like he was a son of a CEO to march into your class. “Hello,” he walked right up to your desk and stuck out his hand for you to shake. Hesitantly, you shook his hand. When new students enrolled in your class, they usually just slunk to the back of your class and didn’t engage for the first couple of weeks. It also didn’t help that this new student was very handsome.

“I’m Isaac,” he introduced himself. Isaac was wearing khaki pants and a professional- looking sweater, an unusual choice for a laid- back college student.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Isaac. I’m Professor L/n. Welcome to European History. I hope you enjoy it.” Realising his hand was still in yours, you quickly pulled away. “The syllabus is online on my website where I’ll always post information and homework assignments. Usually, the only homework is a bit of light reading unless we’re working on a project.” Isaac nodded, studying you in a way that made you clear your throat and use your teacher glare on him. “Obviously, you enrolled a little late in the semester, but I have your transcript here and luckily, we’re basically picking up right where you left off. We’re finishing up the Middle Ages before we move onto the Renaissance. In any other class, I would offer you any seat, but this group of students are a little picky on where they sit.”

Your eyes grow kind at the mention of your first class of the day. It was a mixture of all cliques and groups, but yet, meaningful discussions and debates still took place, pushing against the stereotypes of college. The students interacted well, bouncing ideas back and forth.

“Which seat would you recommend?” Isaac tilted his head and you had to remind yourself that you were his superior, not the other way around.

“Well,” you looked around the room, visualising the students. Some were already starting to trickle in, eyes flickering towards you. “I would sit you in the first row, but that’s a little intimidating at first. How about third row all the way to the left? And hey, if you need anything you can ask me. I know moving to a new college is overwhelming, so seriously, if you need any help, I’m here.”

“Sounds perfect. Thanks.” Isaac shot you a grin and strode back to the seat you suggested. Some students looked around, confused that he was a student. They had expected him to be another faculty member. Isaac leaned back in the uncomfortable college seat, not taking out any materials of any sort. You stared at him a bit longer, wondering about his past. And why did it seem like he walked with a limp?

Once the rest of the students filed in, you started class, pulling up a series of slides for them to take notes on. Most students scribbled furiously, raising hands to ask questions or to clarify something. Today, however, you found yourself a bit distracted, having trouble remembering certain parts of the lecture or needed someone to repeat their question. You caught yourself sneaking glances at Isaac more than once and was surprised to find that he was always staring back. He still had no notebook or pencil out and wasn’t even watching the slides you clicked through. His gaze was always fixed on you. The coy smile on his face only grew whenever your eyes flickered to him.

Once class was over, much to your relief, the new student simply whisked away, not giving you another second of his day. While this was normal for college students, especially if they had another class they needed to attend, you thought (or maybe it was wishful thinking) that maybe he would stay. Quickly, you shook the thought out of your head, firmly reminding yourself that he was a student.

Isaac, on the other hand, walked briskly down the street, tugging at his sweater. He was much more used to a button- up suit and tie. He rounded the corner, seeing a large black car sitting idly in front of a coffee shop. Making sure no one was watching, Isaac quickly opened the door to the back and slipped in.

Inside, sat the notorious mobster Thomas Mazer and his third- in- command, Minho Glads. “Hello, Newton.” Thomas drawled, lips flicking up into a grin. “How was your first day at school?”

Newt rolled his eyes, used to the teasing. “It was fine, Thomas,” he sighed, “I still don’t see why we’re doing this.”

“Because we can’t have any loose ends.” Thomas explained for the umpteenth time. “Y/n L/n saw messy Minho over here,” he jerked his head towards Minho who gaped, “attempt to murder someone. We’re thankful she hasn’t already gone to the police.”

“I would’ve finished the job, too,” Minho growled, “if it wasn’t for her scream.”

“She ruined a month- long organisation,” Thomas said calmly. “We’ve taken people out for less. This’ll get the message through that we’re not to be messed with. Hopefully, Ava and Ratman will keep their distance.”

Newt glared, having heard this a thousand times over. “But why me? Why not Gally or Alby? Hell, even Chuck! At least he looks like a college student.”

Thomas rubbed his temples, Newt having been protesting ever since Thomas brought up the assignment. “Because Gally and Alby were with Minho that night and Chuck is too much of a loose cannon. We both know he’s too young and could mess this all up. You’re someone I trust, has experience, and can get the job done.” He punctuated the last four words.

“But why not a sniper? Brenda could easily do it.” Newt asked. “Why me? Why do I have to go to fucking college?”

“A sniper would be too obvious,” Thomas said. “A broken window with a bullet in her head? Too suspicious. No, we need this done in a way that it can look accidental or suicidal. Only a person on the inside.”

“And why not Teresa?” Newt kept coming up with ideas and people. “She’s a girl. And actually likes learning.”

“God damn it, Newt!” Thomas yelled, sending a jump to Newt’s heart though he kept his composure. “I don’t know! Why not Teresa?! I chose you and the mission has already started! I didn’t have time to go over every single idea or option! We need this done soon! We can’t send Brenda in now because a new student in L/n’s class and then her dead the next day would be too coincidental! Just do the damn assignment.” Thomas shook his head. “I don’t know why this is so hard for you. You’ve done so much worse. Just take out this woman. It’s not difficult.”

Thomas, with bags under his eyes, turned to stare out the window, his actions meaning the end of the conversation. After a long minute, Minho muttered out, “Was she hot?”

Newt huffed a chuckle. “Yeah,” he conceded.

“Thought so.” Minho smiled at Newt in a way only life- long best friends could. “Her file was nice.” He drew out the word.

“I just don’t get it, Thomas.” Newt turned back to his boss. “She’s spotless. Hasn’t done a bad thing her entire life. I’m sure a little… persuasion could convince her to bury this memory. Maybe she doesn’t even know what she saw. She has no way of knowing it was Minho.”

Minho shrugged, making a high- pitched noise that disagreed. “Hate to tell it to you bud, but I’m pretty sure this chick knows it was us.”

“But as Thomas said, she hasn’t gone to the police. Let’s just watch her for a couple days and if she doesn’t go to the feds, then we’ll simply sweep this up under the rug.”

“Why do you care?” Thomas frowned. “Why are you protecting her life?”

Newt quickly responded. “She’s not working for Ratman. Why take an innocent life? Isn’t that why you built the Maze up? To stop WICKED from doing just that?”

Thomas hummed. “Touche,” he finally relented. “Alright. Let’s monitor her for a month and if this all goes away, so be it. But,” he leaned in close to Newt, his stare piercing into his soul, a warning if Newt ever saw one. “If there is one scrap- one crumb of evidence she’ll turn us in, you’re finishing the job.” Thomas sat back in his seat and said casually, “This is why I like you around, Newton. To rein me back during times like these.” Newt’s gaze flickered to Minho, sharing a glance. They walked on a thin line in their choice of occupation. However, Minho and Newt had worked with Thomas for many long years and felt close and comfortable with him. Thomas relied on them for important decisions and they, including Teresa, are the few who could change his mind.

“I almost feel bad for her,” Newt ventured carefully. “L/n seemed nice when I talked to her- made me feel welcome. Still, I don’t like going to college.” He shuddered. “Those kids have no idea what the real world is like.”

“I’m sorry,” Minho interrupted. “Could we go back to the part where Newt complimented someone? When does that ever happen?”

Thomas chuckled and Newt kicked Minho in the shin. “Whatever,” Newt grumbled. “At least you don’t have to mingle with children who think the whole world revolves around them.”

Minho laughed loudly. “That’s true. But seriously, how was European History?”

Newt groaned. “Why do I need to know which king waged war on whatever king?! It’s stupid!”

“You’ll grow to like it.” Minho chuckled. “Soon you’ll be able to name every duchess and knight in Europe and their affairs. It also helps that the professor is nice eye- candy. I have some fantasies she could fulfill.”

“Minho,” Newt’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t talk about her like that. She’s not a toy. She’s- she’s just a victim of circumstance. Another person we have to eliminate.”

Thomas cocked an eyebrow, Minho squinting briefly at Newt and then looking quickly at Thomas. Why was Newt defending this random woman he had just met that day? They had all made jokes like that before. Hell, Newt had one of the dirtiest minds of them all, though he rarely shared his gutter thoughts.

Something about Professor L/n had already changed Newt, though none of them knew how much she truly would change him.

Walking back from your classroom, you passed a dark alleyway. It was just a small walk to your apartment and you had made the short commute everyday for a couple years. Why would this night be any different?

The universe had different plans for you as shouts soon reached your ears, along with the sound of groans and punches landing.

Against your better judgement, your teacher personality and worry kicked in and you quickly lit up your phone flashlight. “Hello?” You called into the darkness, fully intending to break up a student fight and then file the paperwork in the morning.

The sound of violence stopped immediately and when you lifted the light a little higher you saw something you knew wasn’t just a student fight.

Two men in suits were restraining a third while a fourth had his fist raised as if to punch him again. The man being held down already had a black eye, a cut lip, blood matting his hairline, and a smattering of other bruises and cuts. The man who had, you assumed, threw the punches suddenly stood, calling out, “Hey, lady,” while reaching slowly into his suit.

At the time, the gun didn’t fully register with you. A small little part of your brain simply screamed DANGER! so, you ran. When a gunshot rang out behind you, you only ran faster, letting out an instinctive scream.

Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t that far away. Running up the steps and locking the door sharply behind you, you took a sigh of relief. A second later, the irrational part of you started dragging over a drawer and blockading your door, just in case.

Dialling your dad, you let your heart calm as the phone started to ring. On the second ring, your dad picked up.

“Hey! What’s up!”

“Dad! I need to tell you something!”

From your panicked state and your hurried retelling of what just happened, you dad did the last thing you thought he would do. “Okay sweetheart, I know this is going to sound crazy, but you can’t go to the police.”

“What the fu-”

“Y/n, listen to me. I think you might have just encountered the mob and I want you to be as safe as possible. A little while back, a buddy of mine saw something similar. He went to the police and then a couple of days later, he was dead. If it is the mob, then going to the police will only confirm for them that you need to be taken out.”

“Dad,” you started reasoning with him. “Come on, this isn’t a movie. The mob?”

“Y/n.” Your dad’s voice turned strict and unyielding. “Shut up for a moment and listen to me. I don’t want you to die. If nothing unusual happens in the next week, then you can go to the police. But if you're sure of what you saw, then lying low is the safest way to go. Be on the lookout and call me if anything bad or suspicious happens. And you should probably stay away from the internet for a bit. Be cautious. I love you. Do you feel safe tonight?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah. Love you too.”

“Okay. Call about anything.”

~Click!~

With your phone still pressed to your ear, you listened to the emptiness. Disbelief entered your system. Why was your dad so scared? Why did he immediately think it was the mob? Should you listen to him? And why did you have to get messed up in this?

What did a college professor do to get wound up in this?

You didn’t get much sleep that night.

The next morning, you got an email that a new student would be joining your class in a week.

Eating your take out Chinese food because you definitely didn’t feel like cooking that night, you thought back on the day- specifically, the new student. Something about Isaac struck you. You don’t know whether the feeling was good or bad. Half of you wanted to get to know the older, mysterious student more but the other half warned you that something bigger was at play. Twirling your glass of wine, beer, champagne, or whatever alcohol you had off-handily chosen, you reminded yourself that Isaac was a student. While you had taught many older people before, some even older than you, you had never taught someone who looked like they could’ve just hired a private tutor or simply used their daddy’s money to coast through life. Something in your gut told you that something was off. Planning on playing it safe, your mind kept wandering back to that one night a week or two ago. It had been so terrifying. You wondered if the men had run after you. Did they try to enter the building? Your dad had warned you to-

Your thoughts were cut off by the ringing of your home office telephone. You pressed the decline button, letting your thoughts thankfully shatter.

Taking a gulp from your drink, you listened to the message as it played to you.

“Hello Professor L/n,” Isaac’s voice rang out through your apartment. It sounded clear and suave, nothing at all like a student’s. “This is Isaac from your first class. I was wondering if I could stop by office hours to... talk a little bit.”

Fuelled by alcohol and your dad’s words in your ears, you pressed the button that accepted his call. “Hello Mr. Johns.”

“Professor L/n, I’m happy you picked up.” Isaac said, sounding somewhat surprised.

“As it’s after office hours, I’m going to be quite blunt,” you stated. “What do you need?”

Isaac laughed. It was a nice sound. “I was wondering if I could stop by during your office hours to get some help on the homework.”

“Mr. Johns, you don’t have to call me and ask for my permission to do so. But yes, you may stop by.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“How’d you get to be a professor so quickly? You look so young.” You could almost hear the flirtation in his voice.

“Compliments will get you nowhere, Mr. Johns,” you warned. “But to answer your question, I’m an assistant professor. I’m working my way up.”

“Well, if I may say, you're an excellent assistant professor. I think you deserve the title of lead professor.”

“That’s not what it’s called. But thank you. Mr. Johns, why did you transfer to my class?”

There was a pause at the end of the line. “Because I moved colleges.”

“Yeah, no.” You clicked your tongue, not believing him. “Too many coincidences have been happening lately. If you want to meet up, we can meet in the public library. And why don’t you wear something comfy for a change? I’ve been around enough college students to know that most of them don’t wear khakis and sweater vests. Goodbye, Mr. Johns.”

“Professor-” you hung up before he had a chance to say anything. Albeit against a teacher’s code of conduct, you were a little tipsy and just wanted to go to bed.

On the other end of the line, Newt groaned and slammed his head on the table. “Wow,” Minho huffed out a burst of air. “You are bad at acting.”

Newt looked to Thomas who simply said, “Go to the library, wear something comfortable, and get her to trust you enough so you can see if she’ll rat us out.”

“She’s my ‘professor’,” Newt argued. “She knows she can’t get intimate with a student. Even I know that’s weird.”

“You don’t have to get intimate.” Thomas waved him away. “Just get her to trust you. Be her student. Actually learn something for that empty brain of yours.” Newt glared at him as Minho let out a laugh.

“Fine,” New agreed. “But what qualifies as comfy?”

Browsing the shelves, you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. You turned to see Isaac dressed in low- drooping grey sweatpants and a tight fitting white shirt, a gold chain hanging loosely from his neck. His blond hair was ruffled, floofing up over his forehead in a way that made you want to smooth it down.

“My eyes are up here, professor.” Isaac chuckled lowly.

“Gosh, I’m sorry,” you shook your head. He’s a student! You had to remind yourself. No matter if he was your age and looked very hot in that outfit, this was entirely against every single rule. You would immediately get fired with an ugly mark forever barring you from teaching ever again. “But that isn’t exactly what I meant by comfy.”

“What did you mean?” Isaac’s tone was nothing like it was in the classroom. It seemed more meek and unsure, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I don’t know, some jeans? A sweater?” You shrugged, pushing your hands into the pockets of your own sweater. “Hell, you’ve seen what I wear around the classroom.”

“True,” Isaac laughed.

“Where would you like to start?” You asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you get an impressive view of his biceps. “Maybe some of the things you were covering before I transferred?”

You nodded, “Got it. Come on.” You led Isaac to a row of dusty books that looked like they hadn’t been checked out in a while. “Here you go.”

You dropped two large books into his arms. Isaac grunted slightly under the weight and let out an embarrassed chuckle. “How do you lug these around all the time?”

“Practice. A reader is always stronger than they look, Mr. Johns.” You smiled coyly.

“Um, can you call me Newt? It’s what all my friends call me.” Isaac asked hesitantly.

“Friends?” You shot a sarcastic look at him. “I didn’t know the son of a CEO had friends.”

“Wow, you’re cruel for a teacher. And that’s not who I am.” Newt laughed along with you.

“Where’d you get the name Newt?” You asked before handing him another book. “You like the lizards?”

“No,” he explained, “I’m named after Isaac Newton and my friends just took to calling me Newt.”

“Oh, that’s very clever, Newt.” You thrust more books into his arms.

Newt stumbled under the weight and grimaced, “Do we really need all these?”

“No, we only needed the first two. I was just wondering how long you could hold out for.”

Newt's shocked face made you laugh. His faux betrayal slowly morphed into laughing alongside you, setting down the other books on a cart before following you to a table.

The next couple of hours were spent with you giving him mini lessons and Newt scribbling it all down in his spiralled notebook. You started on the opposite side of the table from him, but after a frustrating rant, you ended up on the same side as Newt, hurriedly flipping through pages and citing evidence that backed up the explanation no one asked for. In the beginning, Newt would try and write down all that you said, wanting to immortalise your words, a hand running through his hair that you eventually swatted down, inserting a comment about how his hair was too fluffy that made him smile. However, after a while, when you turned the pages, rambling on about one king or running to get another book about some obscure war, Newt would just stare and watch as you delved into the world you cared so much about. His eyes sparked with silent happiness as you waved your hares around, trying to capture the long lost history in words.

After a particularly long winded ramble, you caught yourself and took a deep breath, a sheepish grin on your face. “Geez, I am so sorry. I get a little… passionate about history.”

“That’s clear to see. But I like it!” Newt nodded, leaning a bit closer to you. “It shows that you should be a history professor. It shows that you care about the subject- as all teachers should!”

“Thank you.” You bowed your head. “But it wasn’t always seen that way. There used to be a lot of teasing in high school.”

“But you made it now!” Newt tried to encourage you. “Where are your former peers? Not making… How much do you make?”

“I’m not telling you my salary.” You pointed a non- threatening finger at him.

“Okay, whatever you want.” He held up his hands, surrendering to you. “But seriously, thank you for taking time out of your day when you certainly could’ve been doing much more important things than help me.”

“Of course. Helping students is my number one priority.”

Newt gnawed on his lip, hesitating in an unsettling way. “Can I tell you something?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Yes, but I should tell you that if I learn of or believe that you are threatening serious harm to another person, I am obligated to report that. This can be in the form of telling the person who you have threatened, contacting the police or placing you into hospitalisation. If there is evidence that you are a danger to yourself and I believe that you are likely to kill yourself unless protective measure are taken, I may be obligated to seek hospitalisation for you or to contact family members or others who can help provide protection.”

“You have that memorised, huh?” Newt’s chuckle seemed like forced sadness. “I’m sorry, Professor, but I need to go.” Spinning out of his chair, Newt whirled away, hands shoved in pockets and eyes cast downward.

“Newt!” You called out. But he didn’t turn. Why did he leave? Obviously he had something to tell you that applied to those scenarios. But what?

A couple of weeks had gone by, you watching Newt leave quickly from class every day. Sometimes he simply didn’t show up. After a while, you had enough. Making you worry was one thing, but skipping class and falling behind on grades was another thing entirely.

“Mr. Johns, see me after class.” The cold infliction in your voice made some students snicker, just like back in primary school. Meeting your gaze, Newt knew that if he disobeyed there would be consequences.

“Yes Professor L/n?” Newt saddled up to you.

“Sit down,” you commanded him, directing him to a chair. “I’m going to be frank; who are you and what is your secret? Why are you here?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m talking to you as a friend, not a teacher. We’ve both known that you’re different from the other students. Maybe not in a good way, but definitely different. I can assure you that I will not reveal anything you say to anyone. I would like you to be completely honest with me right now.” To bring the point home, you stood from your desk and sat with him on the other side. Equals- not student and teacher.

“Do you remember the night when you heard the gunshot?” You tensed up at his words, subconsciously knowing where this was going. “That was my friend. He was the one with the gun. The man he was beating up was someone named Randall Spilker, a hit-man for a mob called WICKED. They’ve been terrorising this city for years. Another friend’s father created a group called the Maze. My friend took it over a while ago and appointed me second- in- command. Our mission was to make sure WICKED stopped hurting innocent civilians, such as yourself. However, it was clear that all of this had gotten out of control. A year ago, WICKED’s leader, a woman named Ava Paige, made a decision that ultimately doomed everyone unless we stepped in. Unfortunately, in the midst of stopping her, you got in the way.” He slowly looked at you, analysing your every movement. “I was sent in to kill you. No loose ends. That’s how Thomas said it. We were so close to stopping Ava Paige and WICKED. We couldn’t afford to have you screw it up for us. Clearly, it didn’t go as planned. I found out that I may be in love with you.” You reeled back. Newt couldn’t meet your eyes, and continued muttering, “I’m not exactly sure when it started. Maybe it was how you welcomed me into the class. How you agreed to help me even though I’m older than you and a little arrogant.”

“Just a little?” You asked.

“A little,” Newt pressed his thumb and pointer finger so close that they were almost touching. “Just a little arrogant. Or maybe how you run into class apologising because you were up late last night reading and didn’t get that much sleep. How your eyes light up when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about. How you care so much for this job and your students. Or maybe it was that one day when you were sick and just spent half of class rambling on about whichever TV show you were watching at that point. And then you drank so much NyQuil that you nearly passed out. I don’t know exactly when I started falling for you, but I did. I fell. I fell so hard for you.”

Newt stopped talking, letting you process. He awaited your words, his tongue brushing out to wet his chapped lips. Running a hand through his hair, something you now knew meant that he was stressed, he didn’t say anything.

“So,” you puffed out a burst of air. “You’re a mobster who’s part of the mafia that almost had me murdered who’s now in love with me, your teacher. What do you want me to do with that information?”

“Well, technically, you were never my teacher. Isaac Johns doesn’t exist. My real name is Newton Stead. Or Newt. I wasn’t lying about that part.”

“I’m sorry, your last name is Stead?”

“And an ‘I love you too’ would be nice.” Newt shrugged.

You let out a brief chuckle, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know what you want me to say. It’s entirely against the code of conduct for me to have feelings towards a student and I could get fired for this. And you’re in the mob! Newton, don’t you know how terrifying that is? I could never allow myself to become close to you due to the fear of you getting killed.”

“So… you do have feelings for me?” Newt’s lips quirked up into a smile. “You’re not denying it.”

“You’re right, I’m not denying it.” You laughed loudly, not fully comprehending everything.

“So you love me?”

“Maybe not love you, Mr. Jo- Mr. Stead. Oh my god, that’s such a bad last name! But, I’d be willing to go on a date with you. But you’d have to unenroll in university immediately. Now that I know you’re in the mob and that you don’t actually need my education, in order for us to go on a date and for me to not lose my job, you need to drop out of university.”

“Are you asking for me to derail my education just to pursue you?” Newt asked, aghast.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking.” You stifled a laugh, trying to look serious.

“Well, you know,” Newt leaned a bit closer to you, making your heart race. “There’s a lot of money in my line of work. If you want, you could quit your job and I can support you. You won’t need to ask for anything. Anything you want, at all, I can get it for you. What’s your favourite food? Favourite brand? You can have all the clothes you want. I’ll make you feel as comfortable as possible. Cause I care for you, Y/n.”

“It’s so weird hearing you call me by my first name.” You evaded the question until Newt gently took your chin in his fingers, lifting it up to meet his gaze. With a kind smile, he extracted more words and confessions out of you. “I can never leave my job. I love teaching. But…” Newt grew hopeful. “Maybe, if things turn out well with us, then I could think about moving in with you. However!” Your voice raised, shutting down the complete look of love sickness Newt had on his face. “If we ever do move in together, you’re not to spoil me with your money that you probably swindled.”

“First off, it’s not swindled money,” he pointed a finger at you, smiling coyly. “Second, if you’re my girl then I’m going to spoil you all I want.” He punctuated the last three words. “I’m talking about jewellery, clothes,” he ticked things off on his fingers, “the best food money can buy, and maybe even some… underclothes?”

“Oh my god, Mr. Stead! You are still my student!” You cried out, slapping him lightly.

“I promise, I’m going to go to admissions right now, drop out, ask you out on a proper date, and while I’m spoiling you I’m going to have all your things moved to my apartment so you’ll have no choice but to move in with me so I can love you forever.”

“You really are a hopeless romantic, aren’t you Newt?”

“Only because of you, love.”

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Who I Write For

A list of people (and ships) I write for

If you want me to write about any of these people just send a request. If there is someone else from one of the fandoms listed below you want me to write about, request it and I'll see if I'll write about it (I probably will).

HARRY POTTER

x readers:

Regulus Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon, Mary McDonald, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Rosier, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasly, Newt Scammander

ships:

Jegulus, Wolfstar, Marylilly, Rosekiller, Dorlene, Jily, Marylene, Prongsfoot, Drarry, Linny

MCU

x readers:

Peter Parker 1 & 3, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Tony Stark, Mark Spector/Steve Grant, Kate Bishop, Peter Maximoff, Maria Hill

ships:

Romanogers, Stucky, Stony, Blackhill, Ironstrange, Pepperioni

X-MEN

x readers:

Logan Howlett, Peter Maximoff, Erik Lehnsherr, Mystique

ships:

Xavier x Erik

TEEN WOLF

x readers:

Stiles Stilinski, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Void Stiles, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Theo Raeken, Derek Hale

ships:

Stydia, Sterek, Scallison, Scira, Scisaac, Thiam, Stora

FORMULA 1

x readers:

Charles Leclerc, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Logan Sargeant

ships:

Lestappen, Carlando, Landoscar, Charlos

MAZE RUNNER

x readers:

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Brenda, Aris

ships:

Newtmas

STRANGER THINGS

x readers

Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Mike Wheeler, Max Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Peter Ballard, Nancy Wheeler

ships:

Steddie, Ronance, Byler,

VAMPIRE DIARIES

x readers:

Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Jeremy Gilbert, Katherine Pierce, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Kai Parker, Enzo St John

NARNIA

x readers:

Prince Caspian, Edmund

ships:

Caspian x Edmund

x readers:

Dick Grayson, Harley Quinn

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

x readers:

Regulus Black, Theodore Laurence, Paul Atreides

OUTER BANKS

x readers:

JJ Maybank, Rafe Cameron

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Running With the Wolves - CH 5

Fandom: Teen Wolf, The Maze Runner Rating: Mature Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski AO3 Masterlist Summary: Thomas wakes up in the box and is now the newest member of the Glade, the new resident Greenie. Things are running as smoothly as they can, until Thomas becomes a runner and ends up in the maze. Chaos follows quickly and suddenly the Gladers find themselves facing more then just Grievers... now there's wolves.

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Chapter Five

“So what's the plan here?” Minho crossed his arms, looking from wolf to wolf for an answer.

They were all still standing in the middle of their destroyed home, lost, confused, scared as hell, but at least the one light at the end of the tunnel was that they were finally getting out of the maze.

“We'll take you out through the maze the way we came in.” The red eyed wolf, Derek, stepped forward and finally rejoined the conversation. “But it'll be dangerous, there is probably going to be more of those things still hunting the maze.”

“Grievers,” Thomas supplied for him.

“Grievers,” Derek repeated, eyes fixed on Thomas, “so while we're out there make sure you stay behind us, follow closely, and don't fall behind.”

All the boys nodded except Newt who just shook his head. “I'm still convinced this is a terrible idea.”

“We'll be fine, Newt,” Thomas said, “just do as they say and stay behind them.”

“Is everyone ready to leave, then?” Scott looked around, and when all of the Gladers nodded he nodded too, and started heading towards the entrance to the maze.

As they walked, Newt grabbed tightly onto Thomas's hand, holding it close to his chest and Thomas let him. It was a small comfort to Thomas to have Newt so close, this entire situation had taken such an incredible turn and it was an understatement to say that he was terrified right now. And as they reached the entrance to the maze and everyone stopped, the fear he felt crept through his body even more, intensified now by the fact that this was real. The maze was right in front of them, the reality of what they were doing hit him hard and fast, and his breathing was starting to quicken. His chest was clenching so tight it felt like someone was squeezing him, he did not want to go out there and face the Grievers again. Once was enough. He had already seen so many of his fellow Gladers lost to their stingers, Alby gone right before his eyes, who knew how many others all the chaos, and now they were just going to be waltzing back in there?!

Scott turned back to face the group, speaking to all the Gladers when they stopped in front of the entrance, “Once we shift, we all start running and we do not stop. Just stick close to us and we will protect you.”

The Gladers all nodded, except for Thomas who was still seeming to be struggling with getting his breathing under control, and completely failing. Derek looked over to him from where he stood at the front and saw Stiles clutching his chest with his free hand, his face was going pale, and his whole body was heaving with the laboured breaths he was taking. Derek knew exactly what this was, he'd seen it many times in Stiles back in Beacon Hills.

Derek walked through the group and over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Hey.” Thomas's head snapped up and he was captured in those beautiful red eyes once again. Derek moved closer, only a breath left between their chests as he breathed, “You stay right beside me, okay. I will make sure nothing comes anywhere near you, I promise.”

Thomas nodded, not able to do anything more than that, still captivated by his eyes.

Derek turned back towards the maze, and as he did he ran his hand down Stiles's arm and down to grab his hand, placing it on his back. “Hold my shirt and do not let go.”

Thomas did as he said and gripped Derek’s shirt tightly between his fingers, then he watched as Scott, Derek, and Isaac all nodded to each other. Scott then reared his head back and howled, the other two doing the same, and then in a flash they all transformed back into their wolf forms and seconds later they were running through the maze.

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The boys all kept up fairly well with the wolves as they made their way through the maze, and Derek had been right, there were still Grievers attacking them around every corner. But the entire way through Derek had kept his promise. Not a single Griever had been able to come close to Thomas, not with Derek putting himself between him and any threat that even tried to come close, and Thomas never let go of the death grip he had on his fur since the start.

They had been running for what felt like a lifetime through the maze, but as Thomas looked around he started to recognize where they were. They were near the blades. It seemed that the wolves must have realized the same thing as Thomas, as they started to run a little faster, obviously getting closer to the way out. Still Thomas did not let go of Derek, but as they ran he did let go of Newt's hand. He registered a shocked and worried, “Thomas…” behind him as he let go, but he couldn't manage to turn back or do anything more than clutch desperately to Derek and keep running with him.

Once they made it through the blades, they came to a long corridor in the maze. Thomas had never been here before, he hadn’t made it this far through the maze before the shit started hitting the fan. He peeked down the corridor and saw at least two Grievers pacing the long bridge between them and wherever it was the wolves were taking them. He held tighter to Derek's fur as the wolves ran them down the corridor and straight towards the grievers, both of which screeched and charged when they saw them coming.

Scott and Isaac both leapt ahead of them, Derek staying back and pushing himself closer to Thomas, and the two wolves easily took down the two Grievers, tossing them over the sides of the bridge and down into the darkness below them. Derek ran the rest of the group past Scott and Isaac and towards the end of the corridor, though Thomas wasn't sure what more they could do from here, it was a dead end with no way out.

Thomas’s head whipped around as the sounds of more Grievers were closing in, and his heart sank when he saw more and more of them climbing up and over the edges of the bridge. Scott and Isaac held their ground, and Thomas watched in awe at the sheer force of the wolves as they grabbed one of the Grievers in their mouths and flipped it up onto the bridge. He was sure it was Scott who then held it down with one paw, the thing writhing underneath him as he reared up then bit down on it, pulling something out of it as he did.

Suddenly Thomas was being nudged back, his trance interrupted by Derek's large snout pushing him towards the back wall. “What?” He asked, stumbling backwards, “What are we supposed to do? There's no way out from here, we're trapped!”

Just then, Scott came running through the group of boys and dropped something at Derek's feet, a small metal cylinder, then ran back to help Isaac as more Grievers began to surround them. Derek picked it up and shoved it into Thomas's chest. “You want me to take this?” Derek nodded, “And do what with it?” Then he nudged Thomas back again, towards the wall, so this time Thomas obliged.

He let go of Derek and moved to the very back of the group, Derek staying near the front of the Gladers to make sure they were kept safe, but he wasn't sure what good it was going to do, or what this metal cylinder was. But clearly the wolves knew something that he didn't, and every inch of his being was screaming at him to trust Derek, so he ran.

He ran to the back wall, and as soon as he got there the metal cylinder in his hands lit up and the wall began to lift. He couldn't believe his eyes, it was a key. The key they had been missing this whole time, all these years in the maze and the Grievers were holding the missing link the entire time. He glanced back at Derek, still standing his ground at the front of the rest of the Gladers, and as if he knew Thomas was seeking him out, Derek looked back too. He whined and gestured his head for Thomas to keep going, then turned and began herding the rest of the Gladers back with Thomas.

He turned and ran again through the multiple doors lifting as he went, through a large hole in the wall, and found himself standing in front of another wall with a smaller circle on it. A door. The cylinder in his hands lit up again and so did the small circle on the door. It started a countdown of eight, then began circling the numbers around.

He knew what it was instantly, Minho's words coming back to him from earlier in the maze, and he turned quickly to call for him, “Minho!” The boy turned and looked back at Thomas. “There's a code! Eight numbers, it's the sequence of the sections of the maze! What is it?!”

“Minho ran back to stand with Thomas, rattling off the numbers as Thomas punched them in, “Seven, one, five, two, six, four, eight, three!”

The door opened the second Thomas punched in the last number. Derek began quickly ushering the rest of the Gladers through the door with Thomas and Minho, and then turned back to roar at Scott and Isaac. The two wolves still fighting the endless Grievers turned and ran towards them, but the Grievers were following just as fast. They watched as the sections of walls that had opened before, were now starting to close again, and they were falling quickly. The first one crushed the two slower Grievers, the second crushed another, and as they watched the third wall getting closer and closer to the wolves, Thomas wasn't sure they were going to make it. They were either going to get squished like the other Grievers or get trapped between the walls.

“Come on, hurry up!” Thomas yelled, waving his arms at them frantically. “Run!”

The other Gladers joined in, all yelling at Scott and Isaac to run faster, harder, they just had to make it. Derek roared again, sending a chill through Thomas's body, and he reached out to grab onto his fur again as it got close. Too close. But just as the wall was about to crush them both, they made one last final push with their powerful legs and jumped through the door. The wall missed them by the fur of their tails and crushed the Griever behind them instead, and both Scott and Isaac collided with Derek and the other Gladers with the power of their pounces, and they all went tumbling backwards in a big heap.

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Thomas groaned, slowly opening his eyes and pushing himself up off the ground. He was sure one of the wolves' large heads had collided hard with his own, and now he was sporting a rather intense headache.

He turned his head to the side, despite the protesting pounding that hit his temples as he did, and found himself looking at a very human Scott in much the same position as him. “Hey,” he said, and Scott turned to look at him, “how did you know the code when you entered the maze?”

“We didn't need it,” he shook his head, “we knew we would need one on the way out, we just had to hope you'd figured it out.”

Thomas couldn't help but laugh, laying his head back down in the cold soft grass that he was laying in. He heard Scott push himself up beside him, then he accepted the hand that was offered to him and allowed Scott to haul him up to his feet.

“Where's everyone else?” Thomas said, looking around and so far only seeing the two of them.

“Don't know, but they can't be far,” Scott answered as he brushed himself off.

Thomas took the second of peace they had to finally look around. They were definitely not in the maze anymore, and now they were in the middle of a forest. The sun was high, Thomas assumed it was around noon, but thankfully the canopy from the trees above them was providing some shade along with the cool breeze sweeping through.

A pair of howls that traveled through the rustling of the leaves caught both of their attentions, and Scott motioned for Thomas to follow him as he ran past him and deeper into the forest. After a few minutes of running they eventually breached the thick forest and came out into a clearing. Derek was there with most of the Gladers, and Isaac was walking through another section of the forest followed by the rest.

Thomas was happy to see Minho and Newt there, relatively unharmed from the chaos of escaping of the maze, and the rest of the Gladers seemed to be doing well too, aside from some small cuts and bruises. But Derek…

Thomas watched as he moved quickly through the Gladers, shoving his way around them as he searched, and Thomas was sure he knew what for. “Stiles?!” Derek shouted, his back still turned to him and Scott. “Where is Stiles?! Stiles! Stiles!”

“I…” Thomas started to say, then took a step forward, “I’m here, but it's still Thomas.”

Derek turned sharply at his voice and just stared at him for a few seconds, before he all but lunged at him, grabbing him into the tightest hug of his life as he said, “Thomas, Stiles, I don't care who you are at this point, I'm just glad that you're safe. I thought something happened to you when we went through the door. I…” His voice fell to a whisper then. “I thought I lost you again.”

His arms were still wrapped tightly around Thomas, his chin tucked into the crook of his neck, and Thomas didn't quite know what to do. On one hand he didn't know this man, but on the other, there was a part of him that wanted to wrap his arms around the wolf and hug him until they merged into one being. His hands started moving on their own accord, not giving Thomas much of a choice in the matter, and started lifting up to wrap around Derek.

“Thomas!” Minho called him and broke him out of his trance, then he quickly pulled his hands back and pushed Derek away, clearly startling the man, but he turned all of his attention to Minho. “Where the hell are we?!” Thomas just shook his head, then Minho turned to the wolves. “Where the hell are we and how do we get out of this?! Are we out?! Is this reality?!”

“No,” Scott shook his head, “this is just another part of the game, another level.”

“Okay,” Minho said, then asked again, “and how do we get out of this level and out of this stupid ass game, or whatever the hell this is?”

Scott didn't answer this time, none of the wolves did. Instead, Scott just inclined his head towards the edge of the clearing, and both Isaac and Derek moved to follow him. As Derek walked past Thomas he held him by the shoulders and said, “We’ll be right over there, please, stay right here.” Then the wolves all walked to the edge of the clearing and huddled in the cover of the trees away from the Gladers.

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Once they were out of earshot of Stiles and the other boys, Scott rubbed a hand down his face then said, “So, what now? We don't know where we are, or how to get out. We didn't pass through this level on the way in. What do we tell them?”

“The truth?” Isaac suggested, “I know they won't be exactly happy, especially the cranky British one, but it's better than lying and then having them all be mad at us later.”

“Look, I don't care what we do,” Derek said, waving a hand between them, “we just need to find a way out of here and make sure Stiles gets out safe.”

“Maybe we should just find somewhere to sleep for the night?” Scott said, dismissing the rest for now, then pointed at Derek, “You can stay with the group and get a fire started, and me and Isaac can go hunting for some food. Then tomorrow we can try and get a handle on whatever this is.”

“Yeah, let's do that,” Isaac said, starting to walk back to the group, “and we need to make sure we find fresh water wherever we decide to settle for the night.”

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A/N: Hey! another update! And as always if anyone wants to be tagged for future posts please let me know <3

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