#talk of newts limp

[miryum]

Hi hi! i love your writing and i was wondering if you could do a newt x reader where newt explains his limp to reader and they pamper him for like a week and are super caring after they learn about his ykyk? 🫶🫶🫶

Thank you for your kind words! You are too kind!

Warnings: Established relationship, love confessions, sexual innuendos, Frypan being brotherly, all of the cheese. Didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted, but I hope you like it! 😬😅

“Hey Newtie,” you affectionately said, sitting down next to the boy. “Could I ask you something?”

“Anything, love,” Newt smiled kindly. He stretched out his legs, enjoying the heat off the monthly bonfire. 

Your lips quirked up stiffly, fully aware of what you were about to ask. However, the question had been pushing at you, wanting to burn its way out. “You don’t have to answer,” you started carefully, “but how did you get your limp?”

Newt’s face fell and you immediately knew you overstepped your boundaries. You had only been dating a couple weeks and didn’t want to make the boy feel uncomfortable. You shifted towards him as if to begin apologising. “Are you sure you wanna know?” He asked quietly, speaking before you could.“You’re not gonna see me the same after I tell you. I’ll be this ugly, delicate, depressed, misshapen monster-”

“Newt,” you cut him off. “You could never change in my mind. You will forever be my kind, loving, adorable Newt.”

Newt flickered a smile at you. “I jumped,” he said softly.

“You jumped?” You didn’t want to press him.

He nodded. “Th- There was this time, a couple years ago, when things got really bad.” He swallowed roughly and avoided your eyes. “I didn’t wanna go on so I ran into the maze, climbed a wall, and jumped.” His words hug, suspended in the air. All other sounds around you two faded, leaving a bubble of just you and Newt. After a deafening silence, Newt slowly continued, “Minho found me. He brought me back here and Clint and Jeff patched me up. But they said my leg would never be the same.”

“Do you wish it worked?” You asked before you could stop yourself. 

Newt sighed. His body was angled into you, and yours to him. An intimate position for an intimate conversation. While this would forever change your and Newt’s relationship, it would never be the reason you stopped loving him. If that was even possible. Only a couple weeks into this relationship and you already knew Newt was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

“At first, yeah,” he admitted. “When I woke up and realised nothing had changed except for a crippled leg, I wanted to run back and try again. But Alby and Minho made me go on. And then you showed up.” For the first time since you began this conversation, Newt looked at you. His brown eyes held a deep sadness, one you wanted to erase away and make him new again. But this experience had changed Newt. If you erased it, you would be erasing him. You couldn’t do that to the boy you loved. 

“I came up?” You wondered.

“You came up,” he confirmed. “And everything changed. You made the sun shine brighter, the grass grow greener, and the birds sing louder. You lit up the Glade. You lit up my life. And then I had a reason to be happy again. You changed everything.”

You melted. Reaching forward and grabbing Newt in a hug, you said, “You’re not a misshapen monster. Depression doesn’t make you ugly. I love you and nothing will ever change that.”

“You love me?” Newt broke the hug to look at you, a large, hesitant smile growing on his face.

You couldn’t meet his eyes and stammered out, “Well, I mean like, you know, we were friends before we started dating and I really loved and valued your friendship so yeah, I loved you then and ever since we started going out, I mean, love doesn’t go away, there’s different kinds of it. I don’t know if I love you romantically- I mean, of course I do, I love you a lot, but it’s too soon to tell you, so-”

Newt stopped your rambling with a kiss. You two had kissed before, but this felt different. More passionate and caring. More trusting. 

“I love you too, you know.” Newt confided, his lopsided grin making you want to kiss him again. So you did. 

“And nothing will ever change the way I feel.” You hugged him tightly, your bodies fitting together like they were meant to be.

**

“Hey Fry,” Newt said, standing in line to get his food. “How’re you?”

“Your girlfriend’s fine,” Frypan rolled his eyes. “Seeing as that’s the information you really wanna know. She got up early this morning to make something special for the Glade.”

“Yeah, I know,” Newt frowned. “She was gone when I woke up.”

“Okay, ew.” Frypan shuddered, slopping some food into a bowl for Newt. “I don’t need to hear that.”

“Our hammocks are right next to each other, you shank!” Newt defended himself. “But what’d she do?”

“Made pancakes for everyone.” Frypan grinned, proud of his protege. He showed a plate to Newt, piled high with pancakes. “She made this plate just for you.” 

Newt carefully took it, his cheeks lighting up with a blush. Next to the delicious looking surprise of pancakes stood a piece of paper, folded in half. On the outside was a drawn heart and on the inside a scribbled note that said: Good morning! Hope you like the pancakes. Love, Y/n.

Frypan groaned as Newt stood there, smiling softly at the note. Fry said sternly, “Shuck off, man. You’re holding up the line!” 

Newt shook his head at the impatient cook, still beaming because of his girlfriend. Going to sit next to Thomas and Minho, his friends cheered when they saw him. “The man of the hour!” Minho cried, already on his second plate. He had put off running the maze to eat more of Y/n’s breakfast.

Puzzled, Newt asked them what they meant. 

“Clearly you did something to butter Y/n/n up,” Thomas mumbled through a mouth of food. “Because these are delicious. Word is that she made them for you but then decided to make them for all of us.”

“You’re the reason we have pancakes this fine morning.” Minho pointed his fork at Newt, “so whatever you’re doing, keep it up. Ask for waffles next.”

Newt rolled his eyes. “I’ll stop by to thank her later.”

“Good that.” Minho said. 

Eating quickly to see Y/n sooner, Newt hurriedly dumped his empty tray. Using his second- in- command rank to get out of fifteen minutes of early work, Newt knocked on the side door of the kitchen. 

Frypan opened it and once he saw who it was, closed it. 

“Fry!” Newt protested. 

“You’ll only distract her!” Frypan yelled back. “We need to start lunch.” 

“Let me talk to my girlfriend!” Newt shouted. He heard Y/n’s laugh from behind the door and he involuntarily smiled at the sound of it.

“Frypan,” he heard you say, “I’ve finished the dishes- I’ll be two minutes.”

“Yeah, cause that’s all the stamina he has,” Frypan muttered. 

Newt’s jaw dropped. The door suddenly opened and you pulled him away, chuckling nervously. “Did he just say-” 

“He didn’t say anything!” You said quickly. “Now, what did you wanna talk about? Is something wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong!” Newt assured you, “In fact, the opposite. I wanted to thank you for the pancakes. They were really good and everyone loved them.” 

“Well, I just thought that you needed a picker- upper after last night,” you shrugged. 

“What the shuck happened last night?!” Frypan’s voice cried through the door.

“Slim it!” You yelled in response. 

Newt then wrapped you in an unexpected hug. “Thank you,” he murmured. “You’re a really great girlfriend. I love you. And I love that I can finally say that.” 

You hugged him back. “I love you too, Newt,” you said. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

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Newt smut. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU.

Yes, ma'am/sir/mx!!! Just because you asked so nicely <3

Warnings: Praise kink, heated make-out, handjob, teasing

Y/n was frustrated all day long. She was constantly getting picked on by all the boys of the gladers. She was quite Ornery. Even Gally was picking on her, sometimes even attempting to advance on her. She had enough, the next person who tried she just might become violent.

It was late at night and she and Newt sat at by the edge of the forest called Deadheads. It was her favorite place, the Gladers barely went there.

Unfortunately, Gally saw them and began walking his way toward her-Not her best friend Newt. She threw her head back in a groan at the sight of him. "Fuck off, Gally! I don't want to fight you in the circle!"

"How about fighting in a bed?" Gally asks suggestively. The Y/n stood up slowly and offered him a hand. He was shocked at first was Newt- then took her small hand into his. Then she pulled him into her knee and kicked him between the legs. "If any of you! Ask me that STUPID QUESTION again! I WILL THROW YOU IN THE MAZE MYSELF."

Newt was quick and pulled her off of Gally. As he was being held up by her he fell to the ground and gruntled, turning over to regather himself. Newt shoves his best friend into the trees away from prying eyes. He looked mad, but he wasn't mad at her. To the Gladers it looked like he was going to give her a talking to and maybe throw her into the slammer. But- he could never do that to her. He admired her too much.

The deeper they went, the calmer she got. It was just the two now. It was refreshing as she was always stuck between these walls with the wretched horny boys.

Y/n stopped and sat against a tree, out of breath from being dragged by her limping friend. "I'm sorry Newt," She cries, her voice slightly breaking. Newt sits down next to her and pulls her to his chest.

"Don't be sorry, love. That shank deserved it," He hummed. He kisses the top of her head and moves the hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry that the boys are constantly bothering you... Tomorrow I will make a meeting for you to never be bothered again," He declared holding her tightly to his chest. He had a teasing smile on his face that Y/n adored. Y/n straddled his lap and cuddled into him. Newt thought nothing of this as they always were this affectionate.

"I appreciate you, Newt. You're the only one that I feel safe with," Y/n whispers, her voice as soft as the wind. It was a bit cold from the breeze but that just gave her more of a reason to snuggle into him.

"I appreciate you too," Newt whispers. He plants a small kiss in front of her ear and she giggles. He kissed her again and it was on her jaw. He was now laughing as he continued to kiss her.

"That tickles!"

"Good! You have to be punished!"

Y/n whimpers and tries to get away from him. Y/n was now on the ground and Newt was on top of her. He was tickling her and she was laughing loudly. She hears something and they both look at the owner. Newt sees the owner and chuckles before guiding her face to look at him with two fingers. "It's just a squirrel, love." Y/n's heart flutters and begins to hyperventilate a bit. He looked so fascinating. So Charming above her.

"Newt?" She croaks.

"Yes, dear?" Newt asks with a small smirk.

"Would you be mad at me if I asked you to kiss me?" Her voice was softer now, barely being able to be heard. But he heard her just fine. His hand now cups her face chin, "Never," he responds huskily. And then he kisses her, slowly tasting her every drop of nectar that rested in her mouth. He was entranced. He wanted to kiss her since she arrived here and was finally able to. He wanted to kiss her for an eternity. But he knew he was human and needed oxygen to survive.

He releases the kiss with a giant gasp for air. He lets her breathe for a second and goes in again. This time she moans from not expecting it. His pants become tighter, so he situates himself where his knee rests between her legs. This gains him more access to the kiss. He couldn't help but tease her, his knee pressed up against her mound. He didn't expect anything from the kiss, he just wanted to feel her lips on his. But he got more than he wanted. She flips him over, his back now against the same tree they sat against. "You're teasing me," She states the obvious. He nods and pulls her into his lap. "It's in my job requirements."

"Oh, yeah?" She purrs and points to his hard-on. "Is this in there as well?"

Newt flushes and looks away at a twig on the ground. "It's not my fault; It's a bodily function that I do not control, love."

Moments go by, Staring into each other's eyes. "I know I said that I would throw someone in the maze if they asked me that question but you haven't asked yet." Her voice was everything but innocent. It was filled with desire, luring him in like a magnet.

"Do you want me to ask you?" He asks daringly.

"If you don't, I will."

Then Newt kisses her again; He groans the second his tongue enters her mouth. His hands roam her body, exploring it like he was a scavenger in a jungle. His hands Memorize her curves, wanting to be engraved in his brain forever. So that way W.C.K.D can never take it away.

She takes off her shirt, her lips leaving him temporarily. Now, Newt memorizes her skin, the texture of her torso, the scars, freckles, and moles. It burns into his brain. Then he only kisses her with more need. Her hand reaches down to his trousers and palms him slightly. "You're going to kill me if you keep touching it like that," Newt murmurs. Y/n says nothing and silently begs him to take his shirt off by tugging on the hem. He takes it off with one hand swiftly. Her hands roam his chest, admiring how he looked. She also wanted to remember every detail, every perfection, and imperfections that littered his body. "Stop staring," He mumbles. She kisses his chest, "Never." She licks the spot she kisses, sucking on it as she looks up at him with innocent eyes. His chest was moving quickly. He pets her hair, smiling almost like he is exhausted. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared at her marking his chest.

Subsequently, some clothes were removed as they kissed and felt each other. Their breaths were so heavy; The kiss was too. The kiss was so long that they had to stop for air numerous times. Newt couldn't keep his slender fingers off of her. He was so enamored by how alluring she looked. She was like a siren and he was the pirate amongst the beating sea waters; except at this point she was the seawater, she felt like it anyway.

"Newt... Please," Y/n whimpers. Her hands were above her head, pinned to the soft dirt ground. His calloused lanky hands had pinned them, his body grinding against each other like desperate animals.

"Patience, dear... Wanna take my time with you," he responds with a crass, rough voice. He plants kisses under her ear, trailing down to her clavicle. Her beady eyes flutter at him doing so, never having felt such wonderful pleasure. She let out a satisfied moan, making him respond with a deep chuckle.

"Just wait until we continue."

Y/n's hands find his hips, his stomach, and then down to his member. He shudders when her soft small hands toy with with his red tip. "How is this on waiting?" Y/n purrs bawdily. His mouth falls open and he nods. Her stomach fills with butterflies, feeling like they were riding on roller coasters.

"Oh, don't stop," Newt moans with urgency. Y/n smiled innocently at him, assuring she wasn't going to. Her hand twists on him slowly, massaging the sensitive head as she gives him direct eye contact. His hood eyes trained on hers, fluttering to stay open as it felt too phenomenal.

"You look so handsome," Y/n praises in an attempt to tease him. He groans lowly, "Shut up... I'm so close-" Then Y/n speeds up, wanting him to feel that sweet relief. She also wanted to feel that release splatter all over her stomach. "My handsome boy," she murmurs as her free hand tickles his bicep that is holding his body up. Then she feels warmth on her abdomen, concurrently as he whispers her name repeatedly with a high-pitch moan.

(All alright I'm sorry if this is short, but I've been stuck on how to continue this for a while so here is this... Let me know if you think of anything specific and I'll try to write it// or add it to this)

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[lowkeyrobin]

Hi!! 🍄 again I was wondering if I could get a platonic newt x reader (from tmr) where maybe it’s while newt is still new to his limp and reader is helping him do Is jobs

(Also just to let you know if you didn’t newt from tmr is canonically gay (as stated by the author ) I just wanted to let you know so you didn’t write him with a fem reader btw I didn’t relizie how rude this sounds not trying to be rude just and fyi also sorry if you did know just a lot of fans didn’t )

Thank you once again sorry if it seemed rude

ooooo okay I like this! ; also I know, don't worry, and you didn't sound rude! i do see newt as a queer character 100 and I always have, even before learning about James dashners tweet about it, which I find sketchy bc I'm pretty sure he tweeted that after being accused of being weird to women or smthn?? idrk, doesn't matter here bc gn readers only + I wholeheartedly see newt as queer and I can rant ab it for hours ; I don't plan on writing for tmr much but pls send requests, I love writing for this fandom lol

NEWT ; personal aid

summary ; youre helping him after he gained his limp

warnings ; language, talk of/about suicide and mental health

genre ; platonic fluff, kinda angst

word count ; 1k

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Newt was recently injured in the maze. He'd been as fixed up as possible, given a brace made of tree branches and some painkillers sent from the box. At least no one was using the pills for bad, considering they're a fragile item to give to a bunch of teenagers. The only thing you'd ever thank WCKD for was those painkillers, because seeing the blonde hurt like that killed you inside.

To put it as blankly as possible, he tried to kill himself. He climbed his way up of one of the walls surrounding the glade using the ivy that grew on it, and jumped. He fell about thirty feet, considering he only climbed up the wall about a third of the way, apparently thinking thirty feet would kill him.

He'd never been the type to express happiness within the glade, but he never expressed the opposite either.

But, everyone struggles inside, especially in the Glade. Reoccurring dreams and nightmares, unanswered questions, the will to live dwindling down each and every day, they only fed into the growing depression. Everyone was struggling in the Glade, but Newt, he took the first place trophy for that.

Once he'd been able to walk around again, you took helping him into your own hands. He was clearly never running in the maze again, due to the limp that slowed him down. So, he had a few options, hopefully one he'd like.

Alby took pity in him, making him his right hand man not long after. He needed someone around for when he wasn't, Newt was a good choice for that. He was responsible, good at directions, and keeping order.

You were working as Newt's personal aid, being a medic. You were very much an empath, and your true goal was to just help anyone and everyone. You brought him food and water, washed his clothes, sewed up his ripped up clothes from that day in case he'd be strong enough to wear them again, you did everything for him.

But now he leans into you, looking up at you with a certain displeasure, clearly uninterested in working outside of the maze.

You obviously were never going to let him be a builder, that was already off the table. But he got to look around and make his decision between slicer, cook, track-hoe, med-jack like you, slopper, bagger, and map keeper.

He easily put his money down on track-hoe. Something you didn't know about him was that he found gardening therapeutic. You didn't blame him whatsoever, you never wanted to be in the shoes of the sloppers, slicers, or baggers. To be fair, it was a little too gruesome and gross for you, you'd rather be helping people around the Glade than washing everyone's clothes or killing the animals, just a personal opinion.

He needed help while working, though. He couldn't put too much weight on his one foot, and he couldn't bend down on that knee at all yet. So, while he worked, you stood off to the side, making sure he was alright while you watched the others work around the Glade, enjoying their peaceful, warm day.

While he was picking fruit and vegetables off the vines of ivory, you were by his side, either holding the basket or getting the ones he couldn't bend down to reach. You couldn't help but feel bad for his poor spine as well, considering your back started to hurt after a few hours. The gardens were pretty large, considering there was about thirty or forty boys in the Glade to feed, meaning there was always hours and hours of work or expansion to do.

"Y/n, sorry, can you help me?" The dirty blonde asks, groaning as he stands back up, holding a hand on his knee. "I can't get those tomatoes at the bottom"

You quickly nod, kneeling down to grab them for him while he moves to the next bush, plucking off all the ripe tomatoes off the vine. You retie a string around the support branches, which heald the bush together and let it grow vertically rather than horizontally and try and choke out and kill any other plants nearby.

"Fry is gonna love it when he sees these tomatoes, they're the biggest and ripest they've been in a long time" You comment, looking over at Newt.

He nods, tossing a cherry tomato in his mouth to amount to a little snack. "He sure is, we'll be eating good this week" He chuckles with a little smile. "You wanna work on the cucumbers for me? I'll get the corn" He suggests, wanting to work a bit quicker and suggest some things he could actually do without feeling a pain shoot through his leg.

You nod, taking a new basket over to the cucumber lane. You feel something pang in your heart as you see him attempt to kneel down on one foot to reach one last tomato, groaning and furrowing his brows in the process, clearly still hurting him.

"How are you feeling? Physically and mentally, nothing is off the table."

Newt shrugs, watching you examine and touch around the bruising and his ankle. Your fingertips slide over his ankle a little harshly, and he quickly inhales and furrows his brows, which you respond to by quickly pulling your hands away and apologizing.

"On a light note, it looks much better than before already. How are you doing in a mental sense?"

"I hate this bloody place, I feel dumb for not climbing higher-" He strays silent, watching you wrap a fresh bandage around his ankle. "Sorry..."

"It's okay. I'm here as your personal aid, Newt"

"That's the damn thing! I don't want you to waste your days on me. You have other important stuff to do, I don't want you to have to babysit me." The blonde expresses, watching you properly stand up.

"It's fine, really. You're still in a lot of pain, and I swear I'm not babysitting you. I'm just watching over you so it doesn't end up hurting more, alright?"

"Alright..."

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[oceans-goddess]

I don’t know if you would be open to this idea but a tmr newt imagine where the reader hurts her knee and now has a limp like newt and she is frustrated with it and it gets him to open up and it’s all fluffy??? I have just had knee surgery so I am being very self indulgent… again if you don’t want to no worries at all!!!

Author's note: Omg of course!!! Agh, I'm so excited, this is my first time responding to a request, so I hope you enjoy! Also, I wrote this really fckin fast, so I'm sorry if it's shit.

Guys, send in more requests! This was so fun to write!!!

Pairing: TMR Newt x reader

Warnings: mentions of suicide and death, leg injury

“This bloody knee!” you hissed, tossing your gardening tool to the side and pulling at your hair in frustration.

“Did you just say bloody? I must really be rubbing off on you” Newt said from above you. You gasped in surprise.

“Newt! What are you– aren’t you supposed to be talking with Alby right now?” You asked.

“Finished early. Not much to debrief today. Aren’t you supposed to be heading to lunch?”

Your boyfriend sat down beside you and picked up the tool you’d been using, toying with it as he waited for you to respond.

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it today. I’m running way, way behind. This piece of klunk knee brace won’t let me bend down to work, and Clint and Jeff refuse to let me take it off. I have to either stand straight or sit down, neither of which are fast enough to finish all this in time.”

You finished speaking with a huff, and Newt smiled beside you.

“Hey, that’s just what a brace is meant to do. You shouldn’t bend it until you’re all healed up. It’s only been a week, love.”

A week, you thought, recalling the accident that had occurred just a few days before:

“It should be all set. Just take it easy for a few weeks, y/n,” Jeff explained, helping you to stand and placing a rudimentary wooden crutch under one arm.

“And no more messing around climbing trees,” Clint warned, opening the door that led out of the med-jacks’ building where Newt waited. You nodded, but the comment stung your pride.

Earlier that morning, you had been sitting up in a tall oak tree in the deadheads. The location was morbid, you knew, but it was also quiet. A place to breathe. To think. If you sat up there long enough, it sometimes felt like the trees went on forever– like there were no walls, no maze, standing just yards away, separating you from the world beyond.

You’d been up there a while, and you knew your break would soon be over. The gardens needed tending, after all. That, and Newt would begin to worry and come looking. You knew he could handle himself, but the last thing you wanted was to see him struggle through the underbrush of the deadheads with his bad knee because of you.

You swung yourself off the branch you’d been sitting on and began making your way down the tree. As you placed your foot onto a small notch in the tree bark, the branch you held onto with your right hand snapped. You gasped, clawing at what was left of the branch, but your foot slipped, and suddenly you were falling to the side.

You let out a scream and braced yourself to hit the forest floor. Your right knee was the first part of your body to land, and it connected with a rock or a tree root– you weren’t sure. Your right shoulder slammed to the ground, though thankfully, it seemed that your knee had borne most of the brunt of the fall. Chest heaving, you slowly sat up and you tried lifting yourself off the ground. Pain surged through your leg, and a cry of agony escaped your lips. You sat back against the trunk of the tree for a moment, then tried to stand again. It was in vain– your leg couldn’t support you.

Just when you’d made your mind up to crawl back to the field where someone would see you and bring you to a med-jack, you heard a crunch of leaves nearby.

“Y/n?” Newt called frantically. When he saw you, the expression on his face made you want to disappear. His eyes were wide, and he cringed as he saw the way you held your leg. Others followed behind him. How he’d gotten here on his leg first, you didn’t know. Must’ve been the little piece of runner still left in him. He dropped down onto his knees beside you, calling out, “Bring the med-jacks, now!”

And then you wound up here, with a makeshift brace around your leg and a boyfriend that wouldn’t stop looking at you with that nauseatingly concerned expression on his face. It was all you could do not to scream in anger and humiliation.

You shook yourself out of the memory and turned away from Newt.

“I know the brace is helping. It’s just– it gets in the way. I’m so much slower than I was, so much less graceful, efficient, I feel… I feel like I just don’t operate like I used to. Like I’m supposed to. It’s so embarrassing. Like, everyone else is pulling their weight but me.”

It was quiet for a moment. Newt only watched as you clenched your fists together, but when he noticed that you were beginning to hold back tears, he reached over and rubbed your back.

“Hey, it’s alright. I understand. Sometimes I feel the same way about my own knee.”

At that, your stomach dropped, and you clapped a hand over your mouth. All the complaining you’d just done must’ve sounded so horrible– so inconsiderate– to him. You’d only been struggling for a week; his knee would trouble him for the rest of his life. And even then, he was trying to make you feel better, like always. That was what made you care so much about him. He always did what he could to make things easier for you, to comfort you, to make you happy.

“I’m so sorry,” you breathed.

“It’s okay, honestly. It’s alright.” Newt scooted closer to you and draped his arm over your shoulder. You leaned into him and took in his warmth, his earthy smell. 

“Can I tell you something kind of sad?” he asked, his voice only a whisper. You didn’t know where this was going, but you nodded silently. Newt took a deep breath beside you.

“Aah, okay… you know I used to be a runner and everything, right? Before my knee?”

You nodded again, looking up at him. His brown eyes gazed down into yours with a mixture of affection and anxiety, but he continued on.

“Well, I don’t really ever talk about how I hurt my knee. It’s…” he swallowed. “it’s hard to talk about it now.” He shifted uncomfortably beside you, but you waited patiently.

“I… I really hated it here for a long time. It’s alright now, I’ve sort of made my peace with living here, in a way, but I just couldn’t take being trapped in this box. It drove me mad. One day, while I was on a run, I climbed up some of the vines and ended up on top of one of the maze walls.”

You could hear his heart beating faster now as you leaned against his chest. The next words out of his mouth were barely a whisper.

“I knew this wasn’t what I wanted. I couldn’t stand it. And I… I jumped.”

You gasped and sat up, looking into his face for more information. He only looked back at you with the most heartbreaking expression you’d ever seen on him.

“I wanted to be done. With it all. But, much to my resentment at the time, Alby found me. Dragged me back into the glade just before the doors closed. They fixed me up. I spent about a month under constant supervision from Clint and Jeff, and then I wasn’t allowed to be alone for another few weeks. Everyone thought I’d try again. I… I wanted to.

“It was even worse with my bum leg. Everything was harder, more irritating. I felt more useless every day.”

Hot tears rolled down your face. Newt brought up one hand and wiped them away with his thumb before kissing your forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Newt,” you whispered, and he pulled you in for a tight embrace.

“It’s alright, love,” he whispered back. “Things have gotten better since then. I found I was pretty good at gardening, and now, here I am. Made some new friends as well. And, of course, I met you.”

Newt pulled away and brought his hand back up to your face, resting his palm against your cheek.

“And I promise you I’m here to stay.”

You let out a quiet sob and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips met passionately, and you ran your fingers through his dirty blond hair. He was as gentle, as loving, as always. When you pulled away, he was smiling.

“Another thing that’s changed though,” he began, “is that I’m seriously afraid of heights now. That fear extends to you. So please, love, please, I’m begging you. No more climbing trees. I almost had a heart attack when I heard you scream”

You let out a surprised laugh before responding.

“Okay, honey. Don’t worry. No more climbing trees. I promise.”

“Good,” he said with a nod. “Now– let’s go get some lunch. We’ll worry about the garden later.”

#requests are open #newt #tmr newt #newt x reader #newt x y/n #newt x you #newt maze runner #tmr #the maze runner fic #the maze runner fluff #newt x reader fluff

[slut4fictionalmen33]

I Was Pregnant (newt)

Summary: Y/n tells Newt she used to be pregnant but WCKD found out while she was being held captive

Warnings: miscarriage, angst, language, weapons, PTSD (think that’s it)

Word Count: 1.0k

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbCBaye/ (based off this tiktok)

“No! No!” You screamed, thrashing under the nurse’s hold. “Don’t do this!” You pleaded.

You had no clue how long you had been pregnant for but WCKD believed it was early enough to get rid of it.

“Newt will kill you!”

“Shut her up.” Janson said.

One of the nurses grabbed a sedative and you thrashed harder in the other nurse's hold.

“No! Minho! Help me!” You yelled as they injected you, sending your body limp and unconscious.

Meanwhile Newt, Thomas, Brenda, Harriet, Vince and Jorge were all planning an escape for you, Minho, Aris, and Sonya.

“They will be transported by train to the last city in 3 months. We can hijack a burg and pick up the box with them in it.”

“Thomas, we're supposed to be moving forward not backwards.” Vince stated. “We’re gonna run out of time.”

He walked over to Vince so he could talk slightly quieter. “Y/n needs Newt and Newts needs Y/n. He cries himself to sleep every night. He needs her.” He explained quietly enough so Newt couldn’t hear.

“Let’s get on with it!” Newt yelled, bringing them back to the meeting. “I’d like to have a solid plan to save Minho and Y/n.”

“Right.” Thomas said, sitting back down around the table.

~

You woke up in one of the hospital beds, the white walls and sheets practically blinding you.

You were sore and aching and you knew what had happened as soon as you saw the puddle of blood in your bed. You wanted to cry but nothing came out so you screamed. Loud enough to get the whole facility's attention.

But unfortunately only Janson entered the room.

“You bastard! How could you do this to me?” You sobbed. “You deserve to die!”

“Aww is someone sad? Poor Newtie. How’s he gonna feel when you were bearing his child and you got rid of it?” He mocked.

“He will kill you. And if he doesn't, all the rest of them will. I can promise you that.”

“I’ll count on it.” He said sarcastically walking out of the room leaving you alone once again.

~

It was finally the day Newt was coming to save you.

“Let’s get a move on!” Newt yelled hoping in the truck with Fry, Harriet and Vince.

Newt was eager to save you. Like Thomas said he did cry every night. It was stressful having to go through the flare by himself.

“Coming!” Thomas yelled, hopping in the back with Harriet so he could help load all of the guns.

~

All the while you were getting loaded onto the train with Aris, and Sonya. “Do you know where we’re going?” You sat down next to both of them.

“No clue. I’m so sorry about your baby.” She changed the subject.

“I-It’s fine can we just move on?” You refused to cry. You felt as though it rewarded WCKD. They loved when the subjects cried.

“Sure.” She hugged you as best she could with the chains around her wrists.

A couple WCKD guards came into the cart to count you once or twice and then left you alone.

You and Sonya had fallen asleep rather quickly, But you were awoken to a loud thud and screaming.

“Y/n! Minho?” You heard Newt yell.

“Newt! Newt!” You screamed. “Newt!” You screamed until you couldn’t anymore. And then you saw sparks around the door. Someone was coming to save you.

You sat there heart racing waiting for the door to be knocked down. You were ready to see the culprit and you hoped to God it was Newt.

Please, please, please. You wished in your head. Then the door was knocked down and you were met by Newt and Thomas.

“Newt!” You exclaimed. He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Newt.” You sobbed.

“It’s okay I’m here we’re gonna get you out of here.” He pets your hair.

“Thank you. Thank you.” You repeated so grateful that they came to save you.

“I have to help Thomas now okay? I’ll be back I promise.” He gave you a quick peck on your head and then ran off with the dark haired boy.

“They came back.” You turned to Sonya and Aris. “They came back.” You repeated almost in shock.

“Yes Y/n he came back for you.” She comforted you.

“No but what happens when Newt finds out about the baby?” Tears threatened to fall.

“It’ll be okay Y/n I promise. He will still love you. He loves you so much and there’s still time.”

“Thank you Sonya.”

~

Once everyone had gotten back to the right arm they quickly realized Minho wasn’t in the same cart as you, Sonya, and Aris. Which meant they would eventually have to go back for him but for now you just sat comforted by your favorite people.

You sat in silence for the most part except for the occasional ‘are you okays’ and ‘I love yous’ from Newt.

You were reluctant to tell him about the baby but you gained enough courage and strength to pull him into the other room and tell him.

You sat down in one of the chairs while he pulled a chair right next to you.

“Newt there’s something I need to tell you.” You sighed hoping he would understand.

“What is it, love?”

“Well…” A couple tears rolled down your face.

“Woah sweat heart? What happened?” He kneeled in front of you.

“While I was in WCKD… I was pregnant.” He gasped, causing you to stop. “But Janson found out before you saved us and ‘got rid of it’”

“No… this can’t be happening. No, no.” He cried.

“I’m sorry. I-I there was nothing I could do. T-they held me down. T-they put me to slee-…”

“I’ll kill them.” Newt interrupted.

“W-what?” Of course you had told Janson that but you didn’t think Newt would want the same thing.

“I’ll. Kill. Him.” He grabbed your hands. “I’m so sorry they did that to you. Considering how hard it is to find out my child was taken away from me it’s got to be at least 3 times worse for you. I’m so sorry Y/n.”

“I-I love you Newt.” He stood up.

“I love you too Y/n.” You stood up with him and kissed him passionately.

“I won’t ever let anyone hurt you ever again.” He hugged you.

#newt imagine #newt oneshot #newt tmr #newt x reader #tmr newt #newt maze runner #the maze runner #thomas brodie sangster

[nomoreusername]

Random TMR Headcannons

• Frypan is Gally's best friend. He's the only one who knows how to calm him down.

• Frypan once went on strike and wouldn't cook his famous stew because everyone made fun of it. It lasted just two weeks.

• When they were Runners Gally always wanted Newt to be his partner in the Maze.

• Aris loves history books.

• Aris is just naturally a night owl.

• Rachel and Aris were together at one point or extremely close to it.

• Aris always blamed himself for Rachel's death.

• Harriet almost died in the Maze but never told anyone.

• Minho called Gally eyebrows instead of Greenie.

• Minho refuses to let anyone see him cry.

• Minho admires Newt more than he could describe.

• Newt did write Minho a letter. He just took a long time to get the strength to read it.

• Newt always wanted someone with his accent to come up.

• Newt is extremely self conscious about his limp.

• One time a Greenie asked about Newt's limp. Someone else had to take over the tour that day.

• Newt gives the best hugs.

• Thomas still has dreams that everyone is alive only to wake up to everyone dead.

• Thomas is scared to love someone because they all end up dead.

• Teresa has extremely neat yet tiny handwriting.

• Chuck only started pranking people because he wanted someone to pay attention to him.

• For about 5-6 months the Gladers purposely sent down stupid requests they knew they wouldn't get because they wanted to piss off tbe Creators.

Books

• Teresa was excited about being with the Group B girls because she didn't get a chance to be around any before.

• Whenever Sonya hears someone say Lizzie she feels like it's familiar.

• Sonya randomly felt like a part of her was missing when Newt died.

• Aris would debate telling someone about his bigger role in WICKED to get some of the guilt off of his chest. 

Movies

• Brenda used to call Jorge Dad when she was little.

• Minho spent every Greenie night for a year after he got his limp.

• Thomas always wears Newt's letter around his neck because it makes him feel safe.

• Newt came up with the idea of a fight ring on Greenie night because he could tell that Gally was holding in a lot of anger.

• Gally threatened anyone who was even slightly mean to Chuck.

• Gally used to test out his 'special drink' and made himself sick the first few times.

• Sonya, Harriet, and Aris had dreams of being reunited while they were apart.

• Aris thought he recognized Sonya and Harriet's voices from the start when they were reunited but was terrified of being wrong.

• Sonya and Aris ended up being together.

The Fever Code

• Sonya used to constantly talk about Newt to her friends

• Harriet would comfort the new girls and explain everything whenever one came.

• Teresa hated being immune because of everyone isolating her.

• Aris would color code his notes.

• Aris would constantly fall asleep in class.

• Occasionally some bored teenagers would dare each other to get as close to the Crank cage as possible.

#tmr headcanons #maze runner headcannons #tmr frypan #gally tmr #thomas tmr #newt tmr #minho tmr #sonya tmr #tmr harriet #brenda tmr #tmr jorge #rachel tmr #aris jones #teresa agnes #tmr fandom #tmr #ship headcanons #random headcanons #the fever code #the maze runner #the death cure #the scorch trials

[the-fiction-witch]

Relaxing

Media The Maze Runner Death Cure

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Relaxation

I smiled sitting in the little bed with one of my found books. I perked up as the wooden door opened with a whine and creak, Newt came in shutting the door behind him.

I noticed he was limping far more than usual, his hair pushed up where he had been frustrated running through it, his face clear that he was tired and frustrated. 

He came through and sat on the bed kicking off his shoes and slipping off his jacket, with a sigh.

"Is everything alright newt?"

"It's been a long day that's all" He sighed 

"Awww my poor little newtie," I cooed putting my book down and moving across and wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders as I sat on my knees, "Would you like something to cheer you up?" I asked giving his cheek a kiss 

"You don't have to"

"I want to"

"Well... If you'd like too" he smiled 

"Okay" I giggled climbing out of the bed stroking his jaw and tipping his face up so I could kiss his soft lips he smiled and happily kissed back, as we kissed I found my fingers finding their way into the roots of his hair as our kiss grew more intense. I pulled back and pressed a kiss to the centre of his forehead, then the tip of his nose, I moved to my knees on the cold stone floor and gently took his ankle in hand soothing his swollen skin "It's bad today"

"It's not easy walking around camp, it isn't flat like the glade was, plus these boots aren't the best for me" 

"You poor thing" I cooed massaging his ankle slowly "I think you're working too hard"

"Someone has to be at Tommy's side." He says "God only knows what kind of chaos we'd be in if someone didn't tell Tommy to calm down"

"Then maybe sometimes that duty should fall to someone else other than you newt," I told him getting up and sitting on the bed giving his back a massage 

"Ummmm" He smiled 

"I know you're Tommy's little angel on his shoulder, but he's always coming up with these crazy plans. for once someone else needs to be there to talk it out of him" 

"I know, it's just hard to do so"

"I know" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss as I rubbed his back "This nice?"

"Very nice love, thank you"

"You're welcome. Would you like even more relaxation?"

"More? What are you going to run me a bath?" 

"something like that" I smirked nibbling on his neck and sliding my hand from his back to his hips and crotch gently rubbing my hand against his brown cargo trousers

"Ohh" He gasped "I'd definitely like something like that love" 

"Good" I cooed undoing his trousers and pulling out his half-hard cock as his head leaned against my shoulder, I stroked his shaft slowly hardening him completely "This nice and relaxing newtie?"

"Very much" he smiled "A little faster love"

"Of course Newt" I smiled speeding up my hand and rubbing my thumb against his head

"Ughh! Love-" He choked on his own moan 

"More?"

"More. Please"

"Alright newtie" I giggled kissing and leaving hikies on his neck even if my hand was tired I kept moving until he gripped my wrist tightly and his hips bucked fast as his seed spilled "There we are" I smiled giving his cheek little kisses as he gasped I moved and licked up any mess as he laid on the bed "Relaxed now newtie?"

"very relaxed, thank you very much love" He smiled pulling me into a cuddle

"You're welcome, come on lets get some sleep" 

#thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster #tbs imagine #tbs #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #newt maze runner #newt imagine #newt #newt imagines #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt smut #tmr newt imagines #tdc newt smut #newt smut au #newt smut #tmr newt au

[liquidsao]

im alive

and obsessed with tmr and newtmas, and maybe some headcanons??

I didnt read the book, im still waiting for it, so if something of my headcanons is something that was in the book sorry

Spoilers warning!¡!¡!!¡!¡!!¡!¡!

Thomas is really VERY shy, Newt is not, he is much more confident about everything. They both have a lot of scars, really a lot, they love to look at them on each others bodies, they tell the stories of how they got them. Thomas remembers something from his past life and tells Newt, he likes to tell this science things to him, Newt likes to listen to Thomas, one of the things he learned from Thomas is a little bit of sign language. Couple bracelets? Newt made them once, when they were still in the Glade, actually he made one for himself first, and then Thomas appeared, he didnt have time to finish Thomas one then, but finished it later during these rare breaks. Newt condemns this recklessness and foolishness, but he follows it and would continue to follow, isn’t that the same thing? Are they the kind of people who just started dating? They didn't understand how or at what moment, no one seemed to understand, it just happened. Actually they never fully understood, it just happened, they don’t know when or how. Newt writes something and lets it go for wind to pick up and blow away, he doesn’t care where it goes.

Many of them don't sleep enough and don't eat enough, there is so much stress and pressure, Thomas is no exception, he has developed a lot of eczema due to this, they cause a lot of nasty little problems. Newt tries to make sure that Thomas gets enough sleep and food, not always successfully, he likes to take care of Thomas's eczema, and consults with the camp doctors about what is best to use to cure this.

Thomas was interested in the reason of Newts limp, for the first time he asked Minho about it, but he said that he had no right to talk about it, that Newt had to tell Thomas himself, somewhere after the infection, but before admitting that he was infected, Newt thought that Tommy should know about this, back then in the Glade they tried all the escape options, he personally tried one of options, and he talked about it, about how he climbed the wall, about how he felt, about how he was saved, Thomas didn’t know how to react, he just sitting next to him and listening to it, he was nearby, he was sorry.

Thomas writes letters to Newt in Safe Haven, describes everything that happened and just let them go to the wind, no matter where they take them, he does as Newt did, he will read it, he will definitely read it, as Tommy will definitely understand, right? He has nightmares, nightmares with Newt, he didnt save him, at first he couldnt sleep and didn’t sleep, everyone he couldn’t save came to him when he sleeps, especially Newt. Every little thing reminded Thomas of him.

If Newt had survived, his vision got worse a little and his hearing very much. When he once learned sign language from Thomas now helped a lot. Newt's limp also got worse and he has developed tremors. Brenda got something of it? But much easier because she was cured much earlier. Thomas can't let Newt out of his sight, he's afraid of losing him again. Newt was cured, but he sees black veins as hallucinations, Thomas assures him that everything is fine.

Joint sparring?? Even in Safe Haven, many of them can't get rid of the feeling of constant danger, they continue to train. Newt is better at beating people up, Thomas is better at carrying heavy objects. Thomas, along with Minho, are one of those who became hunters, they know how to run, make traps, I think Thomas would not mind archery. Lizzy and Brenda are such bestie to everyone. Lizzy asked Thomas to tell him about his brother, died him or not.

#fanart #art #newtmas #newtmas fanart #tmr #the maze runner #tmr newt #tmr thomas #thomas #newt #newt tmr #thomas tmr #headcanon #tmr headcanons #newtmas headcanon #tmr fanart

[rowniebow]

A newt x male reader, maybe a fic or headcannons different ways of how their cuddles

cuddles | newt scamander x male!reader

pairings: newt scamander x male!reader

cw: hopefully loads of fluff!

word count: 1.1k+

an: late answer to a request as always.... thank you for requesting though !!! i appreciate you so much!

⭒

newt isn't the biggest cuddler, but gosh, for you he would hold you for days.

it took him a while to warm up to it: your arms around him and your fingers between his whenever you got the chance. the first time he realized you were an established cuddler was a couple months into your official relationship after a long day of chasing after dragons.

"newt," your mumble escaped the feathers of the pillow your head was smushed into and found his ears.

he turned his head away from the sleep shirt he was about to slip over his bare torso. "yes?"

"come lay with me," your words were almost indiscernible.

"i need to go write down some stuff about the dragon's from today first-,"

"please?"

your eyelids drooped over your tired eyes. your limp limbs fell over the bed you two shared (although it seemed to be strictly yours with how little newt was in it). your arms and legs were ships in the sea of blankets. and your sonorous raspy plead wouldn't let him deny you.

he slipped the sleep shirt on and slowly made his way towards you.

you turned on to your back, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to lay with you. newt stiffly laid where he had fallen. he laid his head on your slow rising chest. his legs tangled themselves between yours. his hands balled themselves into fists and sat at his side.

"relax, sweets." the whisper left a smile on your lips. "i won't bite, i promise."

you arms wrapped around him. your left thumb ran through the canyon of his spine. your right hand snuck it's way over his tense hand. you massaged relaxation out of it and held his hand comfortably firm as to refuse him to let go.

newt only blinked at the blurry folds of your clothes that were so near to his eyes. he could practically see the individual threads and their journey throughout your clothes.

his eyes traveled up to your smiling features. you appeared to be the most relaxed he had ever seen you. no clenched jaw or squeezed eyes or scrunched eyebrows. only a soft grin and naturally falling lids that melted him.

he finally let out a breath he had been holding and did his best to relax his tight muscles. he wrapped his free arm around your waist. his hand found warm comfort under your torso. your heart beat bounced slowly in his ear. exhaustion seemed to roll over him like a wave as you pulled the blankets over you two.

you were aware that newt wasn't the fondest of hugs and snuggles, so you denied yourself whenever you had the urge to pull him into your arms and whisper comforting things in his ears.

however, the longer you two spent time together, the more often you indulged yourself.

it was a lot of little things at first.

coming into newt's workspace while he was working after a day of you two being apart. you would wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his cheek and the crook of his neck.

he would always be startled initially. he'd be stiff and sit as straight as possible. but after a glance at your tired smile he would relax his shoulders. "hello," his greeting would be quiet and raspy from working for so long and not talking to anyone.

"hi," your smile would leak through the vowel and infect his hypothalamus. the warmth of your words would brush over the hairs on his neck and make them stand as straight as he sat.

and the more you indulged yourself and he saw how happy it made you, the more he was tempted to enjoy it and initiate.

it would be the smallest of actions. ones that most wouldn't think twice about. but knowing newt so well, these "small" actions were giant leaps that brought warmth to your cheeks every time.

you would be sitting at the table, eating a bowl of oatmeal that had been drenched in brown sugar and berries. your eyes would be trained on the words and moving pictures on the daily prophet from that morning.

newt would come out from the hallway, rushing around to find his things before heading off to work or to search for a creature last minute.

getting up to wash your dish, he would stop you, wrapping a single arm around you (his other hand was full of his case and coat and dozens of other things he'd need in the day), wishing you good bye and a good day at work. a drunken-on-dopamine smile would sew itself into your features at the action as he rushed out the door.

and he always, always held you when you were down. he soon found it to be the only thing that really calmed you down.

he'd find you with a crease between your brow, shoulders as high as they physically could be, and tear stained skin.

he'd linger for a moment, taking in your distraught figure. "what - what happened?"

your sobs of nothing but random incoherent syllables smashed together would throw the option of words out the window, bringing him to wrap his arms around you and sit while you cried into his shoulder.

your arms would eventually make their way up the mountain of his body and make themselves comfortable on the cliff of his hips.

he holds you tight as your heart beat slowly calms and your gasp return to small hiccups. he would drag (practically carry) you over to your shared bed. his fingers would fly through your hair and his thumb would rub circles into your skin. he would lay with you until sleep finally found you and gave you the much needed rest you deserved.

regardless of his reactions and his general discomfort with physical touch, newt finds warmth and comfort in your touch specifically. despite his ever stiffening muscles, he loves when you brush his cheeks with your fingertips or subconsciously drew shapes into his forearms.

and he loves being able to find the confidence to hold you, which is a rare occasion for him. you love holding him and he loves being held by you.

but the moments where he can have an arm around your shoulder or waist were his special pleasures. times when you rested your head on his chest and let your eyes fall shut to the sound of his heart stuck out to him the most because of the rarity.

and you had to admit, you loved them a bit more as well.

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@djmalik52 @garlicforthewin @armand0alg0 names that would not come up are bolded

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[arcadian-litterateur]

there's many different ways to kill the one you love | newt x oc

Masterlist

summary: when thomas finds a picture of a blonde girl above newt's bed, alby tells him the story of frankie, the first glader—and the first glader to die.

wc: 9.4k bc I tried to fit so much backstory and trauma in I'm so sorry

warnings: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, suicide, panic attacks, nightmares, blood, newt and frankie make out at one point but there's nothing explicit bc they're literal children

a/n: this is a heavy one, be warned. also ik that technically there is a male frankie in tmr but ignore that bc i love the name frankie for a girl and rosalind franklin was a queen. btw, this fic follows movie lore-where thirty boys didn't come up all at once. also, thomas is there for longer before teresa comes up and everything goes down. newt and frankie are fourteen. alby is seventeen.

frankie is played by emily skinner

𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗗 been given the job of befriending Greenies a long time ago, and that meant he was friends with just about everyone. But being friends with people didn't necessarily mean opening up to them. Newt didn't like talking about his feelings. Even Alby, who'd spent more time with Newt than was probably good for him, couldn't always figure the boy out. He tried, and often he succeeded to some extent, but even he couldn't force Newt to process his trauma—which is what he needed to do. Alby simply held out hope that Newt would open up to a Greenie one day. And hopefully not terrify them while still doing the emotional processing he needed to. And soon, because Newt was starting to get lost in his head again; Alby could tell, and the last time it had gotten bad, Newt had ended up with a limp. Alby couldn't afford something worse.

When Thomas came up in the box, Newt took an immediate shine to him. He was funny and stupid and needed a voice of reason. Newt figured he was pretty good at that so he gladly stepped into that role. What he wasn't prepared for was the amount of questions that poured from Thomas's mouth. And they weren't "normal" Greenie questions either—they were invasive and private and prying. Newt didn't like it. He also didn't answer. But he knew Thomas was wearing him down—and he knew he was going to snap at the boy soon.

A week after Thomas arrived, he met Newt by his cot, ready to do his trial in the Garden. He saw a small, grainy photo of a petite blonde girl sitting in front of what looked like a makeshift Med-jack hut. She looked incredibly frail and had dark bags under her eyes, but these observations paled when Thomas saw the bright, beautiful smile on the girl's face. The photo was taped to the wall above Newt's cot, but the corners were worn, as if it had also been kept in a pocket for a period of time.

"Who is that girl?" Thomas asked Newt, who was grabbing his water jug out from under his cot. Newt looked to where Thomas was pointing and almost instantly recoiled slightly.

"That's Frankie," he mumbled, not meeting Thomas's eyes.

Thomas's brow furrowed. "But I thought you guys said there aren't any girls in the Glade."

Newt fixed his gaze pointedly on the brunet, "There aren't." Then, obviously unwilling to say anymore, he briskly walked out.

Thomas inched closer to the photo. Yes, the girl was definitely in the Glade, and he could see the Maze walls towering above the hut that the girl—Frankie, Newt had called her—was leaning on.

Thomas reached a hand up to examine the picture more closely when he heard, "Shank, don't touch things that aren't yours!" Thomas whirled around and saw Gally glaring at him. "Newt has been through enough, don't take his klunk."

"I-I wasn't!" Thomas protested.

"Yeah?" Gally scoffed, "It sure looked like it."

"I just want to know who Frankie is!" Thomas explained.

He saw something change in the other boy's eyes, who gruffly replied, "Go ask Alby if you want to know about Frankie." Then the sandy-haired boy turned on his heel and left, calling over his shoulder, "And keep your hands to yourself, shank!"

Thomas knew he should join Newt in the Garden by now. He was risking time in the Slammer now, but his curiosity got the better of him. He was just too intrigued by the picture of the girl and Newt and Gally's cryptic reactions. So instead of reporting to the Garden, he went and found Alby, who was on his way back to the Homestead after meeting with the Keeper of the Bricknicks about supply needs. "Hey, Alby!" the brunet called out.

The chocolate-skinned man paused and turned to Thomas. "You realize you're supposed to be with the Track-hoes this morning, right?" he asked.

"Yes," Thomas replied,"but I really need to ask you about something, because no one else will talk to me."

Alby sighed, looking at his watch. "Okay, ask away, but you gotta walk with me."

Thomas fell in step with the leader of the Glade and asked, "Who is Frankie, and why is there a picture of her over Newt's bed?"

Alby stopped dead in his tracks and swore, "Well, shuck, kid. Is that why Newt looked so sad?"

Thomas shrugged, "Maybe? I'm confused, though."

Alby ignored Thomas's explanation and turned to Chuck, instructing the curly-haired boy, "Go make sure Newt took his meds this morning, and tell Luke to keep an eye on him. I want to catch any possible situations while they're still manageable. Make sure Luke always sends someone with Newt if he leaves his sight." Chuck nodded and raced towards the Garden, leaving a stressed-out Alby and an even more confused Thomas outside the Homestead.

"Did I do something?" the brunet inquired, visibly lost.

"Maybe," Alby replied, which was not the answer Thomas wanted. "But you didn't mean to. The Greenies never do." At this, the dark-skinned male turned to the younger boy and chuckled, "Do you want some explanation now?"

"Yes," Thomas begged, "please."

"Then come on," Alby motioned towards his room, which was set apart from the rest. "We can talk here. It's a long story and I don't want to be interrupted." Thomas and Alby settled onto the floor, the former looking expectantly at the latter. With a deep breath, Alby started talking.

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𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 is told upon arrival that Alby was the first boy to come up in the Box. This is true. Every Glader assumes that this means Alby was the first Glader. This is not true. And it's not a secret—not really, but every Glader knows that you don't talk about the first Glader. No one but Alby tells the story, and no one bothers Newt about it. It's an unspoken rule in the Glade, one that gets slowly absorbed by all Gladers.

The first Glader was named Frankie.

It was dark, but Frankie could see a few specks of light floating through holes in whatever contraption she was trapped in. Whatever it was, the teenage girl could tell it was hurtling upwards by the G-forces pressing her back into the sharp wooden corner of some sort of crate. Her eyes had adjusted slightly, and she could tell now that she was in some sort of cage—a metal box filled with crates, barrels, and…her. She scanned the crates, unable to tell what they could contain, her mind only registering several letters on the side of one of the crates: ‘W.C.K.D.’ But Frankie didn't have much time to take this in before—SLAM!

As the Box (as she'd named it in her head) reached its final destination (she assumed), it jolted, sending her flying backwards into one of the crates. Frankie could feel a jagged edge get caught on the tender skin of her scalp, and when she touched her hand to the wound, it was sticky with blood. With a hiss, she pressed the heel of her palm to the tender spot, gritting her teeth against the sting. On wobbly legs, the blonde stood, steadying herself on a crate. There was sunlight streaming through the lid of the Box, and Frankie tentatively pushed on it. It moved slightly, so Frankie quickly climbed onto a crate, the added height giving her enough momentum to push the lid up and over, effectively freeing her.

But the teenage girl didn't climb out of her cage. Instead, she slumped to its floor as the adrenaline from waking up like this wore off. And as Frankie tried to force breaths into her lungs, a new kind of panic overwhelmed her, because a new fact was becoming apparent—she couldn't remember anything. She had no recollection of why she was here, how'd she'd gotten here, where here even was—and she had no memory of where she'd been before this metal box. The only thing she could remember was her name (Frankie), which she'd recalled when her head had collided with the crate.

Taking a tentative step into the sunlight, Frankie shielded her eyes from its intense rays, surveying what could only be described as a Glade. The air smelled of campfire smoke and fresh, new earth. The Glade was mostly just wide open grass, but there was a cluster of small trees on one side, and a small hut on the other. Surrounding the Glade were four large, stone walls. One had a large gap in it. Frankie squinted, noticing the odd passages branching out from the gap, and it suddenly dawned on her—she was in the middle of a fucking maze.

Frankie had been placed here on purpose.

The only sign that anyone else might live in the Glade was the tiny hut, and so, hoping for any clues as to why she was here, Frankie raced towards it. But she was met with bitter disappointment, because it was completely bare. She realized, anxiety rising, that it was a shell. It was waiting for her. Frankie thought back to the crates she'd ridden up with. They were filled with everything needed to homestead—she'd checked before she'd come to the hut.

Whoever had sent Frankie here was watching, and they wanted her to build a homestead. Build a life here. Frankie ran outside, looked up at the sky, and screeched, “Fuck you!” Then she collapsed to the ground in a heap of sobs.

Once Frankie had regained a bit of functionality, she decided to keep track of the days, so as to keep a sense of the passage of time. By the end of the first day, Frankie had taken everything out of the Box, which was good, because the next morning, it had gone back to wherever it came from. On the third day, Frankie had moved most of the essentials into the Hut. She stacked all food-related items in one area, all clothing and toiletries in another, and had set up a nice makeshift bed in the corner. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

Frankie wasn't a gardener or a scavenger, and she couldn't cook well either, so she hoped the foodstuffs in the crates would last long enough for her to learn those skills through trial and error. She still couldn't figure out why she was in the Glade, or what its Creators could want from her, but the girl could at least try her hand at surviving. She reasoned that someone or something was bound to happen eventually.

At the start of her second week, Frankie, who'd been living off of tally marks, canned fruit, and jerky, started feeling the effects of her gradual loss of hope. Upon arriving in the Glade, the blonde had noticed thin, red scars on her arms in neat, precise rows, and had easily deduced that something in her ‘before’ had caused her to carve those lines into her arms herself. She also reasoned that if she'd fallen into that depression then, she could easily fall into it again. And the longer she went in this Glade alone, with the horrid Maze that shifted in the night and creepy sounds of some kind of creature, the more she felt her mind slipping into a very serious depressed state.

The word ‘hope’ wasn't in her vocabulary anymore.

Frankie’s sixteenth and seventeenth day in the Maze consisted of eating the last of the foodstuffs, wandering aimlessly in the small patch of trees and letting tears trickle down her pale, sunken-in cheeks. She was underfed, overwhelmed, and utterly alone. It had been over two weeks since she'd come up in the Box, and she was still in solitude (not counting the creepy-sounding Maze monsters). She still had no clues as to her real location, her purpose, or her captors. Her situation seemed bleak, and under even darker lenses of examination, (like her handy-dandy depression lens), there seemed to be no way forward.

Frankie decided that if some kind of help hadn't appeared at the one month mark, she would take matters into her own hands. Kill herself.

As the days went by, Frankie became increasingly convinced that the Creators of this place wanted her to venture inside the dark, deadly walls of the Maze.

“Well, I won't do it!” the teenage girl screamed at the sky. “I won't explore your fucking Maze!” Of course, there was no answer, but that didn't weaken her resolve. Frankie was determined to never step foot in the Maze. She was also ignoring just how necessary planting seeds and trying to start a life would be if she wanted to survive. After all, she wasn't really trying to survive. She was already giving up. There was no motivation in her to keep going.

The blonde pondered this, wondering if it made her weak. She was sure, after all, that most people would have the instinct to build a life; a livelihood. Most people would try to get out, or start a garden, or send for help. If anyone else was in her situation, they'd put on an exciting show for whoever was watching. But not Frankie. See, whoever had put her here had made a seemingly grave mistake—they'd placed a girl with an untrustworthy mind in an unfamiliar place and then expected her to try.

Even if logically, she knew what she should do, her fucked-up brain was still going to win every time. She would still sit there, unmotivated and depressed. She would tally the days…and then pass them by staring blankly at the Walls. And if nothing changed by the time one month passed, she would end it. She refused to wait here forever.

At sunrise on the first day of the new month, Frankie put one more tally mark on her makeshift calendar, laid down on her bed, and slit her pale wrists. Fire licked at the cuts, burning her arms before consuming her. After several moments of extreme pain and spots overwhelming her vision, Frankie's eyes shut and it all went black.

She didn't expect—or want—to wake up, but after some unknown passage of time, she did, her eyes unwillingly flickering open as a shuffling sound moved from her left side to her right. When a warm hand gently turned her right wrist so her palm was facing up, her breath caught in her throat and she jumped, her eyes flying open.

“Woah, there, tiger!” Frankie stared at the dark-skinned boy who was holding her wrist. His expression was one of relief and amusement, but she could also see a tinge of worry in his eyes. She glanced down to where he gently held her wrist and observed the heavy bandaging that mirrored her other wrist. This boy must have nursed her back to health.

“You weren't supposed to save me,” she informed him, her voice barely above a whisper and raspy from lack of use. She used his (quite muscular) arm as support to sit up slowly. Scanning what she could now see was the Hut, she noticed that the boy had taken the liberty of moving her belongings to one space and filling the rest of the Hut with medical supplies. “You redecorated,” she commented.

“This building was in the perfect spot to make it a Med-hut,” her companion answered. Then he grinned, “I'm Alby, by the way.” Frankie nodded once, noticing he'd added to her makeshift calendar. He'd been there almost a week and a half, then.

“I'm—”

“Frankie. I know. You told me.”

The blonde girl looked at Alby in surprise, “I don't remember that.”

“You wouldn't,” Alby chuckled, “you were drifting in and out of consciousness for the first few hours after I found you. When I walked into the Hut and saw you, I thought you were dead, but you opened your eyes and giggled, ‘Hi, I'm Frankie. Welcome to the fucking Glade.’ Then you promptly blacked out again. That's when I started grabbing medical supplies from the Box to stop you from bleeding out.”

“I'm surprised you succeeded,” Frankie chuckled dryly.

“You'd only made the cuts thirty minutes or so before I found you, from what I could tell,” Alby reasoned, “so you were lucky, I guess.” Frankie looked down at her wrists, moving them in circles to test their mobility. They both stung like hell, but the right one could move fine, while the left one hurt too much to even twist slightly. She hissed in pain, rubbing the tender joint.

“You narrowly missed an artery on that one,” Alby told her.

“Wish I hadn’t,” she retorted, “then I wouldn’t still be in this Glade.”

“Hey, I’ve made this place a bit more liveable,” Alby teased. “I’ve built a makeshift Homestead and started a Garden.”

Frankie raised an eyebrow, “You did that in a week and a half while caring for me?”

The boy shrugged. “What can I say? I must have been good at architecture before this.”

Frankie laughed, “Maybe. I think I was just good at overthinking.” Alby nodded, reaching to undo Frankie’s bandages. She let him change them, trying not to grimace as she took in the gross, jagged cuts on both wrists. They were mottled with bruises and half-formed scabs on the shallow parts. The left wrist still had a large section of skin that was hanging open, blood trickling slowly from it. As Alby dabbed at the cuts, he frowned.

“The right side is healing nice,” he commented, rebandaging that wrist before turning to her left, “but this cut keeps reopening. I’m worried it will become infected.” Grabbing a bottle of alcohol, he warned Frankie, “This is going to hurt.” With that, he poured an ample amount of the liquid onto her wound. She let out a shriek.

“You could’ve counted to three, you heartless fucker!”

Frankie’s insults fell on unfazed ears as the receiver wrapped the throbbing cut, “You should be okay for the next couple days.”

Walking around the Glade was a bit of a challenge for Frankie, but with a heap of Alby’s cooking on her plate and his arm to lean on, she made it around the whole walled enclosure. Her legs were very wobbly, but she was glad to be out of bed and away from the reminders of her failed suicide attempt. Alby had warned her that she wasn’t going to let her out of his sight, because he wasn’t going to let her die. She just rolled her eyes.

“There’s no hope for us. We’re just some kind of exhibit in a godforsaken horror zoo. We’ll be better off dead.” But secretly, she was thinking that Alby, with his two room Homestead, half-built Kitchen, and small garden bed, might actually be able to give her hope. Neither teen had set foot in the Maze; it was too soon and Alby had been busy building the foundation for this little ‘civilization,’ as he was trying to convince Frankie to call it. But maybe they could survive here. At least until someone from their befores realized they were gone.

Over the next few weeks, Alby made good progress on the buildings, completing the Kitchen and outfitting the Homestead with furnishings. Alby and Frankie each had a room in its two room structure, and Frankie had moved her belongings from the Medhut to the Homestead. It was a meager pile of belongings, just some extra clothes, a journal and pen, feminine projects, and of all things, a disposable camera.

Alby had given it to her in exchange for promising to try and stay alive.

Frankie was still a less-than-decent gardener, but her wrists still weren’t healing right, so she couldn’t truly build. She could almost garden…as long as she was careful. So she did her best to take care of their food source, letting him handle the struggle of actually cooking. He wouldn’t let her near fire, just in case it might tempt her to harm herself. She appreciated the concern, but knew deep down that if she truly wanted to die, she’d find a much more efficient method than burning herself to death.

And the longer her cuts went without fully healing, the more worried she became that she was going to leave Alby alone here whether she liked it or not. She obviously couldn’t remember anyone besides the teenage boy, but she still got the feeling that he was a kinder person than most she’d known in her before, whatever that was. And the fact that he spent time nursing her back to health even though he had no obligation to? It was sweet. Very sweet. She didn’t want to abandon him to live in the Glade alone.

With Alby here to help her, the voice of depression in her head quieted.

The two teens decided that if the Box brought another teen up at the month-mark, it would be safe to assume that a new teenager would come every month. After all, the Glade seemed too vast for two inhabitants; like it was supposed to be filled with more people, and Alby and Frankie had agreed to ignore the implications of no teenagers in the Box. The implications of what that meant the Creators of this hellhole wanted them to do. They couldn’t decipher their exact ages, but it was clear that Alby was around seventeen, while Frankie was closer to fourteen.

At the very least, it was clear that Frankie was quite a bit younger than Alby.

To their relief, on the day that marked the month, the Box came up loaded with crates, barrels, and a scared, shaking teenage boy. He had dirty blond hair and bright, doe eyes, his arms and legs stick-thin as he huddled in a corner of the Box. He looked to be about Frankie’s age, and he looked terrified.

“I’m Frankie,” the teenage girl smiled, trying to look reassuring as she offered a hand to the boy. This was a mistake, though, because as she pulled him up, the fragilely repaired skin of her left wrist tore right back open, blood immediately gushing out of her arm and onto the boy’s startled face.

Her vision immediately blurring, Frankie leaned against the Box, the sudden blood loss going to her legs. She felt herself losing consciousness, arms flailing to find any support as she fell. In true Frankie manner, she swore as she tumbled down, but in her semi-conscious state, her speech slurred, and so the last word out of her mouth was, “Shuck!”

Then she passed out.

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𝗡𝗘𝗪𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 tell he was green.

He’d already thrown up once, yellow stomach acid mixed with blood, (though he couldn’t tell if it was Frankie’s or his own, because he was pretty sure he’d bitten his tongue). But looking at the cuts on Frankie’s wrists, half-healed and probably infected, he felt incredibly squeamish. Alby had explained the story to him—Frankie’s lonely first month in the Glade, her suicide attempt, Alby’s care as he tried to save her, and the life they’d built from there.

Newt thought that his new reality might be partially responsible for his nausea, too.

He’d washed the blood from his face and changed into the clothes sent up with him, Alby directing him to set up a cot in his room.

“We didn’t know if anyone else would be coming up, so I just built two rooms. I figure we can just squeeze in until they’re full and then build on once we run out of room,” the older boy had explained. Newt felt too numb to do anything but nod. Now he simply sat near Frankie, who was lying on a cot in the Medhut, barely conscious. She didn’t seem to have the energy to do anything but groan in pain as Alby set to work sewing her wound back up.

As he tied off the thread, a concerned look in his eyes, Alby patted the top of Frankie’s head, “I’m sure this is the last time I’ll have to sew one of these bad boys back up.”

“You mean, ‘I hope this is the last time,’” the girl grumbled.

Alby rolled his eyes, but Newt could see the note of worry in his eyes that confirmed Frankie’s statement. “Rest up, Frankie,” he ordered, motioning for Newt to leave the Medhut with him. “Take a day off tomorrow,” Alby added, to which Frankie replied,

“Fuck you! I’m working tomorrow!” The strain in her voice, however, said otherwise.

“Frankie,” Newt hummed, shaking the blonde’s shoulder lightly, “time for breakfast.” It had been four days since he came up in the Box, and the teen felt much more comfortable around Alby and Frankie. He’d realized quickly that despite their tough exteriors, both were as cuddly as teddy bears. Alby babied Frankie like she was his little sister, which was adorable to an extent, but after one too many days of bed rest, the teenage girl had asked Newt to take a turn caring for her.

Frankie had an obsession with creating nicknames for everything in the Glade, which she wrote in detailed lists in her journal (what else was she supposed to do?)

“We can call ourselves Gladers,” she had suggested, “and if we ever have someone who wants to solely work in the Med-hut, we should call them a Med-jack, because you go in jacked-up and hope you’ll come out less jacked up!” Newt and Alby had laughed but agreed. “And the last person to come out of the Box will for the first month be a Greenie, because they’re a newbie, which means they’re green.” Then with a smirk, she’d added, “And if they’re anything like Newt, they’ll be physically green, too.”

“You bled on me!” Newt had protested.

“You ripped my arm open!” the teenage girl shot back. “And it’s too late, Greenie, I’ve already decided.”

“I like it,” Alby had nodded, laughing when he saw Newt’s scowl.

“You’re both jerks,” the sandy-haired teen mumbled.

“And you’re a little shit, but I’m still being nice,” Frankie sing-songed.

“Hey, I didn’t cuss at you!” Newt had gasped, Frankie sticking her tongue out to say,

“So?”

“So you were rude!” the boy had insisted. “You should apologize!” Frankie had glanced at Alby, who was watching with a bemused expression. She mouthed ‘Help?’ but the dark-skinned boy had just shook his head.

With a groan and dramatic eye roll, Frankie had forced out, “I’m so sorry that I hurt your feelings. Do you want me to ask the Creators to send you some little boy pants? They might fit better.”

Alby had coughed, “That was a shit apology, Frankie. In fact, it was just another insult.” Then he’d sighed and admitted, “Newt has a point, as much as I hate to say it. Who knows how young W.C.K.D will deign to go? They might send up ten-year-olds. As hard as it is in a place like this, we should at least try to set a good example. We’ll come up with alternatives.”

Frankie had finally agreed after Newt reminded her of the hilarious ‘Shuck!’ she’d let out after covering him in blood, and they’d all agreed that it was a suitable alternative.

Newt smiled at the thought, returning to the present as Frankie stirred, awakened by his mention of food.

“Breakfast?” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. The girl had been quite fatigued from losing so much blood during Newt’s arrival, and it was taking her quite some time to gain the energy back.

“Yup,” Newt encouraged, “and once I check your bandages, I’ll bring you some.” At this, Frankie’s eyes flew open.

“No!” Newt raised an eyebrow.

“No? What do you mean, no?”

Frankie scowled, “I want to eat with you and Alby.”

Newt chuckled. He loved her tenacity, and at first, it had made him slightly timid, but he’d adjusted quickly and picked up on the fact that it was her defense mechanism.

“I’m not sure that’s smart,” he began, not the least bit surprised when she interrupted.

“I don’t shucking care!”

With an eye roll that could envy one of Frankie’s, Newt told her, “Well, I do, because Alby and I care about your health.” He could see her trying to figure out her next argument, the gears turning in her head.

“I’d be doing the exact same thing there as I’m doing here; sitting!”

“And how would you get there?” Newt inquired. “It’s a hard walk for someone recovering from blood loss.”

Frankie huffed. “It’s only five minutes!”

“And that’s about four minutes too many for you,” Newt told her decisively. With a resigned sigh, the girl let Newt finish with her bandages. But as Newt disposed of the dirty rags, an idea lit up Frankie’s brain.

When he turned to face the blonde, Newt was surprised to hear, “You can carry me!”

“What?” Newt sputtered.

“You said I can’t walk all the way to the dining hall, so you should carry me there!” Frankie crowed with a big grin on her pale face.

“Fine,” the teenage boy said. He leaned down and easily swept her off the bed in a bridal carry. “Comfortable?” he inquired, walking towards the Kitchen.

“Yes,” Frankie smiled, her head resting organically on his shoulder. The teen boy hummed in response, sending vibrations through his chest into Frankie’s body. It was a comforting sensation, and coupled with the warmth of his body, Frankie realized that she felt oddly safe in his and Alby’s care.

For two teenage boys she’d known for a month at most, it was impressive. It was probably the whole saving-her-life thing. It earned them brownie points.

The next few days, Newt took the time to carry Frankie around. She wasn’t that heavy and she was great company. He definitely enjoyed gardening more when Frankie was there, even if she was constantly forgetting to drink enough water and take it easy. Newt got into the habit of forcing her to hydrate and take breaks, despite her constant grumbling that ‘she was perfectly healthy’ and ‘didn’t need much water.’

Newt, of course, had the upper hand in these debates, as he could always point to her still scabbed wrists and pale complexion. Eventually, as Frankie gained back enough strength to start walking to and fro as she pleased, these debates simply became an inside joke that the two had, often ending with insult battles.

Alby found it equal parts amusing and frustrating, just like the younger teens’ insistence that the small copse of trees be called the ‘Deadheads’ after Alby came out of them one day, swearing and grumbling, “One of the trees tried to kill me! It tried to take my head off!” The other teens just laughed at him, earning sharp glares from the older boy.

As the three teenagers settled into a rhythm, Alby grew accustomed to completing the day’s work with Newt and Frankie, and then retiring to the Homestead to relax while the other two went off to frolic and explore. He didn’t mind the alone time, and he was incredibly grateful that Newt and Frankie had bonded so well. Frankie still refused to view rescue as a viable possibility, but he could tell that to her, living here in the Glade forever was enough. Fostering these friendships with the boys who’d brought her back from the dead was enough for her.

Frankie may have gained her leg functionality back, but she’d gotten used to Newt ferrying her around, and so she’d jump on his back and ‘force’ him to give piggyback rides on their explorations. She knew he could easily insist she walk, and deduced that his willingness to carry her across the Glade indicated that he secretly enjoyed it as well. She always took her camera with her, snapping pictures of nature, Newt, and even the Walls, if the sunlight hit them in an interesting way. The collection of images grew, occupying the otherwise empty walls of the Homestead. Alby had to admit, it gave the Homestead a homey feel. It was comfortable here.

Frankie realized her rising feelings for Newt on one of their adventures. They were sitting by the pond, Frankie weaving grass together while Newt braided her hair.

“How’d you learn to do that?” she inquired.

Newt let out a hum. “I’ve no idea. Maybe I have a sister somewhere.” The girl smiled, checking the final product in the clear water. She let out a tiny gasp. It had been a long time since she’d felt pretty, but all of a sudden, she felt positively beautiful.

“I love it, Newt!” she squealed, throwing her arms around the boy. Her excitement caused the pair to topple over, Frankie landing on top of Newt. His hands immediately found her waist, as if to ensure she was okay. Her hands tangled in his air, and she was struck with the sudden urge to kiss the boy.

Their lips almost touched.

Frankie rolled off of Newt, clearing her throat as she mumbled, “It’s probably close to dinnertime.”

Then she quickly stood up, and before Newt could offer her a piggyback ride to the Kitchen, Frankie was half-running, half-stumbling away, all the while thinking, Shuck. I’m falling for Newt.

Newt walked behind her, forehead creased as he watched Frankie go flying back towards the center of the Glade, trying to ignore how his hands shook slightly, vibrating in time with the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. What was this weird feeling he got every time he twined his fingers through Frankie’s hair, or heard her laugh, or received a smile? Why did her presence make his skin all prickly while at the same time forming a warm glow around his heart? It seemed so silly to have such an odd reaction to the girl. He couldn’t even fathom why she could be affecting him so.

He wasn’t as confident in his emotions as Frankie was in hers.

“Alby, why does my heart speed up when I’m with Frankie?” the teen inquired one night, nervously dragging his thin fingers through the dirty blond fluff piled atop his head. It was grimy and matted, and his fingers got stuck, Newt wincing as he untangled his hair from his jagged fingernails.

Alby, who was sitting across from Newt by the firepit, looked surprised, but then chuckled. “Well, do you usually feel scared around her, or happy around her?”

Newt smiled. “Happy. But maybe a little nervous, too. She can be intimidating.” Alby nodded in agreement, a toothy, knowing grin adorning his handsome face. “So why do I feel that way?” Newt pressed, annoyed at Alby’s silent smirk.

“Oh, I think you know, Greenie,” Alby replied, letting out a small chuckle when Newt groaned.

“Alby! Give me a real answer!” The older boy just shook his head.

“You know the answer. Now figure out what your response is going to be.”

Before Newt could shoot a snappy comeback at Alby, Frankie waltzed over and plopped down next to him, chirping, “Hi, Greenie!” Newt rolled his eyes.

“You know my name, why’re you still calling me that?” Frankie grinned patronizingly,

“Oh, Newt, you’ll always be green in my heart.”

“You mean nauseous?” he grunted.

“Yup!”

Alby watched the exchange silently, watching the pair’s body language and banter as it suddenly dawned on him—Newt’s feelings were returned. These two were mutually attracted to each other—these two fourteen-year-olds in an awful, unexplainable prison, finding comfort in each other; feeling safe despite everything.

It was kind of beautiful.

Of course, the two were completely oblivious, both believing that their feelings were unrequited. Newt and Frankie simply continued to act like best friends, unable to see the flirting that was plain as day to Alby. That’s what he got for being older and wiser, he thought to himself.

But as much of the romantic tension that he did see, there was even more that he didn’t. Like all the nights that the two younger teens ended up in the same bed, for example.

It was just a normal night in the Glade, but Frankie’s mind didn’t care for peace. It liked to wreak havoc on its owner, especially while she slept (or more accurately, while she tried to). Frankie had been hopeful for a dreamless rest, but in the middle of the night, she started reliving that first lonely month. Except that in her dream, every time she woke up after slitting her wrists, she was back in the Box, starting the month over again.

Trapped here forever.

The teenage girl bolted awake, sitting up in bed as she regained her bearings. She was breathing heavily, forehead slick with sweat.

“It was just a nightmare,” she murmured, trying to convince her racing heart of this truth. She slowly eased herself back to a horizontal position again, but was out of bed wincing within seconds. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again by herself.

She hated waking Newt, but ever since he’d forced Alby to move rooms (the older boy snored), Newt had told Frankie to bug him any time. So, taking a deep breath, she padded over to his door and knocked. After a few seconds of silence, she became too anxious to linger in the dark hallway and simply entered the boy’s room.

His room was surprisingly messy—she’d expected him to be an overall organized person—but she ignored this small detail, tiptoeing around the piles of clothes and other materials on the floor. As she neared his bed, Frankie gulped, noticing that Newt was shirtless. He lay sprawled across the mattress, just boxers on his frame. This made her even more anxious to wake him, but she just took a deep breath and lightly shook the blond’s shoulder.

“Hmm?” the boy mumbled, eyes fluttering open as he looked around the dark room, disoriented.

“Hi, Newt,” Frankie peeped, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by his deep, groggy voice and mussed hair.

“Frankie?” She could hear a hint of a smile in Newt’s voice as he rubbed his eyes. “What do you need, love?” he inquired, the pet name slipping out like it always did when he was tired. Frankie would never confess to it, but she secretly loved it.

“I had a nightmare,” she admitted, heart skipping a beat when Newt immediately frowned,

“I’m sorry, Frankie.”

“Oh no, it’s okay,” she assured him hurriedly. Newt opened his mouth to argue, but before he could, Frankie blurted, “Can I stay here?”

She felt blood rush to her cheeks immediately, but Newt just said, “Of course, love.” Frankie immediately climbed beneath the blanket he’d pulled back, right into his outstretched arms. She carefully rested her head on his chest, arms wrapping around his lean torso as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. His chest rose and fell with every soft breath he took, Frankie’s cheeks red as she took in the closeness of their bodies and the rhythm of Newt’s hand rubbing her arm.

“Are you comfortable?” the girl whispered, craning her neck to get a glimpse of Newt’s comforting face.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry about me, love. Just sleep.”

The raspy tiredness in his voice made it even more attractive than it already was, and all Frankie could do was mumble, “Okay.” Then she drifted off to sleep, undisturbed by nightmares now that her knight in shining armor was holding her.

When she woke up, Frankie panicked for a second, chest restricted by something on top of it. But upon opening her eyes, the girl chuckled, finding Newt laying on his stomach between her legs, head resting on her chest, arms around her waist. Obviously, he’d shifted during the night. Frankie certainly didn’t mind; this way, she could run her hands through his soft hair. She’d noticed that he’d started washing it more often recently. It was certainly nice that the head of hair resting on her chest smelled like shea butter, not dirt and B.O.

After a few minutes of lying peacefully while Frankie played with his hair, Newt began to stir. With a large yawn, he stretched, rolling onto his back, but staying between Frankie’s legs.

“Frankie?” he mumbled, obviously not awake enough to remember why she was in his bed.

“Hey, Greenie,” the girl smirked, running a hand through Newt’s hair again. He closed his eyes in enjoyment.

“That feels good.” Frankie laughed, helping the boy sit up.

“Oh, really, Newt?” Neither teen commented on Frankie’s nightmare from the night before. Frankie felt better—Newt’s presence was enough—and Newt knew Frankie well enough that he could tell she wanted to move on. And that’s how it was the next time it happened, and the next. Newt never pressed her to talk about her dreams, and Frankie never pressed him to talk about the nightmares she knew he had, too.

The body heat of another was enough comfort for them both.

It should have been obvious to Frankie and Newt that their feelings were shared, but the two lovesick fourteen-year-olds remained blissfully unaware even after these late night cuddle sessions. It made Alby wish he had longer hair just so he could pull it out. Eventually, fed up with Newt’s insistence at denying his feelings, Alby hatched a plan.

Yes, he was desperate enough to play matchmaker.

Alby wasn’t great at whittling, but he was determined enough to create a decent, simple flute-like instrument. Coupled with a small bonfire, the stilted little flute’s music was all Alby needed to convince Frankie and Newt to dance together, the pair laughing as they twirled around, hand in hand.

“You stepped on my foot!” Frankie yelped as the two pretended to waltz, circling the fire.

“Sorry,” Newt winced, drawing the blonde girl slightly closer to his tall frame. Alby watched from a few feet away, a smile on his face as Newt and Frankie settled into a slow-dancing position, swaying gently from side to side with Newt’s arms around Frankie’s waist and her arms around his neck. Alby changed his flute’s melody to match the mood, watching the scene intently as a reality tv show host. Being as unassuming as possible, he waited for something—anything—to happen.

“Frankie, love?” Newt whispered, the girl looking up at him expectantly. “You look gorgeous in the firelight.” Frankie blushed so red that Newt could see it even at this time of night.

“Don’t be silly, Newt,” she argued. “I’m covered in sweat and grime, and I don’t own a shucking hairbrush. That cannot possibly translate to gorgeous.”

“Yes, it can,” Newt insisted, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. “Trust me, love; you are gorgeous.” Frankie’s eyes fluttered closed as the boy’s hand cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her soft skin.

“Thank you,” she whispered in response, Newt just humming as Alby watched the pair, practically spontaneously combusting. “Newt—” Frankie was interrupted by the loud shriek of a Griever, causing her to jump from surprise.

Newt chuckled, “We should all go to bed, shouldn’t we?” Alby wanted to protest at first, but then saw a golden opportunity.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of the fire. Newt, walk with Frankie back to the Homestead, yeah?” The younger boy quickly agreed, Frankie knowing better than to protest, as it wasn’t a judgment of her own abilities, but just Alby’s overprotective nature manifesting in an overbearing approach.

“What were you going to say before?” Newt inquired, the girl looking at him in confusion. “Before the Griever so rudely interrupted you,” he clarified, eyebrows raising slightly at the blush that flooded Frankie's face.

“Oh, that—I was just going to ask if…” she trailed off for a second, but quickly regained her resolve, “I was going to ask if you'd stay again tonight. My nightmares have been bad.” Newt’s eyes lit up immediately as he threw an arm around Frankie's shoulders.

“Of course, love.” As the two reached Frankie's room, they both went for the knob, hands colliding in a burst of sparks that caused the two teenagers to exchange sheepish looks. “Sorry,” the British boy mumbled before following Frankie into her room.

A mostly comfortable silence filled the room as the teens quickly changed into their night clothes, sleepovers a routine enough occurrence that half of Newt's clothes were in Frankie's small dresser.

Neither Newt nor Frankie could deny the slight tension in the air, however, when Newt turned around a tad too soon and caught a glimpse of Frankie's bare breast as she pulled her night shirt on, the tension became almost unbearable. He attempted to act as if it hadn't happened, but judging from the blush on her cheeks, Frankie was just as aware as he was of what he'd seen.

They came to an unspoken agreement to ignore it, clambering under Frankie's blanket together as Newt fit his body easily into the outline of the girl's, spooning her. They laid there quietly, breaths filling the room as Frankie felt Newt's exhales tickling the back of her neck. His arms were wrapped almost lazily around her waist, as if they were just supposed to be there. Frankie's eyes fluttered closed at the sensations, hyper aware of Newt's firm chest against her shoulder blades.

Shifting slightly, Frankie unintentionally rolled her hips as she adjusted her legs’ positioning, the girl's breath hitching when the small of her back brushed against Newt's pelvis.

She remembered very suddenly that he was a teenage boy.

“Newt,” she whispered, rolling over in one fluid motion so they were face to face, “gosh, Newt.” Her gaze was soft, very un-Frankie-like, her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth as she gently cupped his cheek in her hand. Stroking his cheekbone with her thumb, she wondered when she'd become so bold.

The teenage girl felt soft hands trail from her ribs to the small of her back, Newt guiding her even closer to himself so their hips were flush against each other. Frankie felt as though her entire body was blushing in one red, burning shade, her eyes squeezing shut of their own accord when Newt's hands drifted lower, resting on the girl's ass before squeezing tightly, Frankie whimpering as her hands found a new spot—tangled in the boy's hair.

“Will you kiss me, Newt?” she asked in a whisper, the boy nodding before using a hand to lift her chin. His lips closed in on hers, Frankie waiting in anticipation, but Newt didn't kiss her full on the mouth. Instead, he planted a kiss on the corner of the girl's mouth, a dissatisfied groan leaving her vocal cords.

“Newt,” she whined, a low chuckle leaving his throat before he pressed a kiss to the other corner of her mouth, followed by a soft pattern of pecks that trailed along her jaw. Finally, sensing her patience waning, his hands found their way back up to her face, pressing his lips to hers with a passion Frankie hadn't expected him to have. She eagerly answered the requests of his soft lips, letting him have access to her mouth as she closed her eyes in contentment, completely happy to let him have dominance. His tongue flicking against her own, Newt's eyes held a deep desire that Frankie was sure was mirrored in her own.

“Gosh, you're so beautiful,” the British boy murmured, leaving Frankie breathless with no words as he continued to brush his lips against hers. Then he moved to her eyelids, placing soft kisses on them as he slowly ground his hips against her own, like he didn't fully believe this was real and had to make sure Frankie was truly there. Being loved on by him. With one last peck to her nose, he pulled back and just stared at her face softly, admiring the teenage girl's ethereal beauty.

“Newt—” she mumbled through swollen lips. “What are we?”

The spell broke.

All of a sudden, Newt was rolling off of Frankie and clambering out of her bed, grasping at the dark, messy floor to find his day clothes as Frankie sat up, stunned.

“Newt—Newt?” she asked anxiously. “Newt, what are you doing?” The British boy froze momentarily, eyes locking with the blonde's, but just as quickly, he unfroze and started towards the door.

“I'm sorry, Frankie. I'm really sorry,” he muttered. “I'm so bloody sorry. I just can't.” He looked at her with a pained expression, “I can't do this.” He stumbled over his words for a second before spitting out, “I don't want this.” Then he scrambled to leave, Frankie frozen in bed, stunned.

How had it all gone downhill so fast? How had it all fallen apart so quickly that she couldn't catch it; couldn't stop the snowball?

After a few seconds of denial, Frankie, though still unable to process what had just happened, found a tear rolling down her cheek. Then another, and another, until a rainstorm was charting paths down her face to fill a sea in the bed sheets below. Frankie found herself growing angry and heartbroken all at once, unable to reason out whether Newt had meant he didn't want her or didn't want a relationship. She wanted to scream, yell, curse his stupid name and wake Alby, too, but all she had the strength to do was let out one gasping, quiet whisper.

“Fuck you, Newton.”

The next day, neither teen would tell Alby what had happened, but he had enough sense to figure out that something had gone down, and from the cold, formal way Newt and Frankie were greeting each other, it didn't take the older teenager long to deduce a basic summary of the previous night's events. Alby tried in vain to bridge the chasm that lay between Newt and Frankie now, reasoning that they were stronger together, but nothing he tried could fix the damage Newt had done to Frankie's trust.

Alby became resigned to a fate of mediating between two icy parties, but what he wasn't willing to accept was Frankie drawing back into herself again. He watched her close herself off from both boys, noticing how she dug her nails into the scars on her wrists when Newt passed, and he remembered what he'd promised her when she woke up from her attempt—he wasn't going to let her die. Not by outside causes, and not because of her own mind.

Alby knew deep down that to help Frankie, he needed to first get her out of this hellhole, and that's why he first turned to the Maze.

There was no way he'd let Frankie out of the Glade into such an unknown, likely hostile environment, so the leader of the trio recruited Newt, who'd wanted to explore the Maze all along. Frankie, of course, opposed the idea with everything in her, wanting the well-being of both boys despite Newt's earlier defenses. She still treasured them both, and so the thought of them risking their lives in the Maze scared the girl.

But they were persistent, and Frankie held no real power over them. She just wished that they'd be content in the Glade. That they'd squash this desire to explore the Maze.

The morning Alby and Newt departed the Glade to run the Maze, Frankie ignored the sun's cues and instead simply glared frostily at the boys, as if to give them one last chance to back out. But of course, they didn't. Instead, they disappeared into the Maze, ignorant of the fact that they would never see Frankie again.

At least, never alive again.

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𝗔𝗟𝗕𝗬 𝗛𝗔𝗗 remained relatively calm during the whole story; emotionless, even, but at this last statement, his head fell into his hands, a strangled sob coming from his mouth.

“Alby—” Thomas said uncertainly, but he was interrupted as Alby's head snapped back up, an anguished, feral look in his eyes.

“She fucking killed herself, Thomas! She slit her fucking wrists, right on the scars, so fucking perfectly that it must've been so meticulously intentional.” The leader of the Glade let out another angry cry before continuing, “She collected every single photo, poem, drawing, memento…everything that had any connection to her at all…and burned it. All of it. So we'd have nothing left of her. And then she wrote a fucking note that said, ‘You shouldn't have left.’ Set it next to her. Went to the Med-hut, right where she did it the first time, and ended it. When we got back and found her, she'd already been gone for at least a few hours.”

“I'm so sorry,” Thomas whispered, voice cracking, surprised to find a few tears in his eyes for this girl he'd never met; this girl whose brain had worked against her from the very start. Alby looked at Thomas with the expression of someone so in pain they could barely breathe.

“She died alone, Greenie. She fucking died alone.” Alby shook his head, “She shouldn't have had to die alone. Everything about it was awful.” The dark-skinned boy caught Thomas's eye again, answering his unspoken question. “Newt's photo only survived her purge because it wasn't in the Glade. It was in his pocket. He was in love with her, but he was too scared to admit it. At least, until it was too late. Fucking screamed it when we found her, as if a love confession could raise her from the dead.”

Alby laughed, but it was devoid of humor. “Creators started sending up antidepressants for Newt after that. Didn't make him take ’em at first, but…well, something happened that made them necessary.”

Thomas didn't know how to process all of the emotions rolling off Alby's body, especially paired with the deja vu the whole story brought with it. So he just sat there, not moving for a few minutes before Alby stood abruptly.

“Time to get to work, Greenie. Why don't you do your job trial with the Builders today instead of the Track-hoes?” The brunet agreed numbly, staggering out of Alby's office as the tales of Frankie ran through his mind. The image of that blonde in the photograph cycled through his head over and over, her smile getting stuck in his thoughts. She looked so happy in the photograph, and it made Thomas wonder if that joy was real. If that photo was taken in a happy time.

“So did you learn your lesson about being nosy, Greenie?” A gruff voice interrupted Thomas's thoughts.

He looked up to find Gally towering over him and mumbled, “Probably not. But I did learn to be more careful about being nosy.” Gally just stared at the boy for a second before sighing.

“Good enough. Come with me and we'll start your job trial. Not that it matters, I wouldn't take you. But that's inconsequential.”

Thomas trudged behind the Builder, barely even processing his words before asking, “Is there a grave for Frankie?” Gally looked at the other boy sharply, causing him to turn red, but the taller boy finally replied,

“Yeah. First one in the Deadheads.”

“Thanks,” Thomas said quickly, glancing over at the clump of trees that housed the graveyard.

“No, you can't go see it right now,” Gally added, Thomas scowling,

“I wasn't going to ask!”

“Sure,” Gally snorted. As the two boys reached the Builders' latest project, a repair site for a Slicer hut, Gally turned to Thomas and said, “Look, I get it. You're curious. But getting fixated on Frankie will help no one. I came up after Newt, just a few days after Frankie died, and spent the month trying to mediate between Alby and Newt, who were both trying to handle the guilt by blaming each other. It was the most miserable month of my life, and once they became civil again, it was still a nightmare to be reminded of her. Once I got them to talk again, I chose to just move past it and not think of it. And that's what you need to do. We didn't know her, so it's not our business. Got it?”

Thomas was taken aback by the harshness of Gally's words, unable to tell if the tall boy felt angry or sad about his forced role as peacemaker. The 6’3” Keeper of the Builders definitely didn't seem like the peacemaking type. But then again, Thomas was learning not to judge a book by its cover.

After all he'd thought Newt was a ray of sunshine.

That evening, as Thomas knelt silently at Frankie's grave and placed a makeshift bouquet at the wooden plaque, he wondered why the Creators had sent a girl with depression up to the Glade.

Unfortunately, no one would ever know. The only answer anyone had ever received was, “WCKD is good.”

the end

#fanfiction #one shot #angst #angst with a sad ending #the maze runner #tmr #Thomas #thomas tmr #newt tmr #tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr alby #alby tmr #newt x oc #tmr angst #newt angst #newt and gally are best buds #gally defends newt any chance he gets #both newt and oc are clueless #both newt and oc are accidentally jerks #alby is an unreliable narrator #thomas needs to stop thomasing

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TAINTED THRONE | thomas (the maze runner)

pairing — thomas x male! reader

summary — since the first day in the maze, y/n’s been getting weird visions. his mind is rattled with them until a greenie a year later pops out of the box like he owns the place. y/n’s visions only get worse from there and as thomas builds himself a reputation in the glade, y/n struggles with everything he thought he knew about himself.

word count — 1335

warnings — cursing, suicide attempt (not really), violence and gore. sexual content references but nothing explicit.

chapters — previous next

SWEAT GATHERED ALONG HIS BROW, small pants escaping his lips as he limped toward the entrance/exit of the Maze. He had injured himself last week but was trying his best to not let it get to him. Some of the other runners were behind Y/n, all of them wondering how he were still faster than them with a hurt leg. "Almost there guys. Minho's group is meeting us in the map room." He called out behind him.

He exited the maze, noticing Alby talking to someone he didn't recognize at first glance. However, when he got closer to the person, he halted in his steps before he almost fell to the ground. He ushered the other runners to go ahead of him so that he could talk to Alby. "What's up, Shuckface?" He slung an arm around the (taller/shorter) male, all while trying to inconspicuously study the new boy.

"I told you not to call me that, Runaway."

Y/n looked up at him with a soft — yet joking — glare before he looked back at the Greenie. He was (taller/shorter) than Y/n for sure, his eyes were a light blue and several freckles and moles were scattered across his face. His hair was a mixture of being black and brown. He was really good looking.

"Who's this?" Y/n asked, hoping the Greenie would answer rather than Alby. He could sense that the Greenie was hesitant on answering him but Y/n gave him a reassuring look that said he could tell him. "Thomas. My names Thomas."

Y/n gave an amused hum but soon something came rushing through him. He had to hold his head and squeeze his eyes shut. Thomas looked to Alby with wide eyes. He was confused.

"This happens sometimes. Go get Newt, Greenie." Thomas simply nodded before hurriedly running off to find the British boy he had become aquatinted with already. Newt was standing by the gardens, talking animatedly with one of the other Gladers as Thomas approached him. He was slightly out of breath but the blonde still understood what he was trying to tell him.

Y/n lay on the ground now, his eyes wide with what appeared to be either fear, recollection, or both. His chest rose and fell heavily while Alby was squatted next to him, trying to get him to calm down. He wouldn't though.

Scattered memories were making their way through his surface but there was one that just stuck out to him. It was one of the same ones he had the first day in the Glade.

A lady peers down at him, her blonde hair creating a halo that made the younger him think she was to be an angel - only if she hadn't been the one prodding him with needles - and a smile that seemed to be unsettling yet sweet, and comforting at the same time. "Y/n? Can you hear me?" He felt himself nod and before he even had the chance to utter a word, another needle was stuck into his skin and the lady brushed a baby hair away from his face.

“Good. That's good. You won't be down there for too long. Thomas – he'll come down soon after. You won't remember him but that’s the whole point. All you have to remember, Y/n, is that Wicked is good."

"Y/n, never forget. Wicked is good."

Y/n shuddered, moving to sit on his knees with his head between his hands. Shocked gasps fell from his lips and even Newt couldn't calm the (e/c) eyed boy down when he finally came over. When a certain name came from the boy, Alby whipped his head to Thomas, his eyes holding a burning fire. "You. Talk to him."

Thomas pointed to himself confusedly to which Alby rolled his eyes. "Yes you, slinthead! Talk to him."

Thomas didn't know what he would be able to accomplish by talking to Y/n but he was already on Alby's bad side, he didn't want to get deeper in it. So, the blue eyed boy crouched down to him and placed a band on his shoulder, prompting him to flinch slightly.

“Uhm hi –" Newt mouthed 'Y/n' and Thomas nodded, "Y/n. It's Thomas. Are you okay?" Y/n shuddered and shook his head. "What's wrong?" Thomas didn't know how to handle this situation; he assumed he wasn't very good at comforting people.

"I - I remember...."

Thomas looked to the others, his exterior still showing that he was confused. Newt placed his hand on Y/n’s other shoulder. "What do you remember Y/n?"

It took him a moment to reply but Y/n spoke with a shaky voice, "Him. I remember Thomas."

———

Y/n lay on one of the makeshift beds in the homestead, completely unconscious. At the end of his bed sat Newt with a frown plastered on his face. His eyebrows were drawn together tightly as he tried to think of why Y/n would be the only one that was able to get his memories back without getting stung, which before him, was the only way anyone could get their memory back, or at least parts of it.

A knock on the wooden door pulled the former Runner from his thoughts and he turned to look at Alby who offered a tight lipped smile to the second in command. He stepped further into the room and behind him came Thomas who was looking rather upset. "What's he doing here?" Newt stood up and looked as if he was about to attack the new Greenie. "Woah, calm down, Newt. He just wanted to come see Y/n." It took the blonde a moment to allow it but he eventually nodded, albeit reluctantly, and settled back at the end of the bed. Newt had been the closest with with Y/n after Nick's death - which hadn't been that long ago - but he was still extremely protective over the boy; just as Nick had been. He was trying to protect him from something that might've as well been way beyond Newt.

Thomas slowly walked over to Y/n’s bed and sat in one of the chairs placed next to it. An idea popped in his head but he didn't want to risk Newt jumping him. Despite his rather small frame, he looked strong and Thomas didn't know what he, himself, looked like so he didn't want to try him. Instead, he spoke his idea to the two leaders.

"What if I touch his hand? I was just thinking that.. maybe whatever he’s thinking could be transferred to me somehow?" He said a little nervously but still tried his best to look them in the eyes. Alby exchanged a look with Newt and the two of them nodded. "Go ahead." Thomas took a deep breath, reaching out and taking Y/n’s hand in his own. It was slightly cold compared to his warm one but he tried to ignore it as he closed his eyes.

Y/n looked up at Thomas with a light hearted smile as he leaned down to whisper something in Y/n’s ear. Thomas didn't know what he had said but it caused a light blush to cross over the other boy’s cheeks. He (stood up on his tip toes/ pulled Thomas down) to brush some of his dark hair away from his forehead so he could see his blue eyes properly. "You know, you're in desperate need of a haircut, Tommy." Thomas saw himself laugh, a genuine laugh as well, which made him wonder how close the two of them really were. Whenever this was.

"But then you can't play with my hair, Y/n/n."

Y/n smiled and (leaned up again/pulled Thomas down) but this time to plant his lips on Thomas’. What came next made Thomas quickly open his eyes. Even though it was him, he felt weird for seeing that, as if it hadn't even been him doing those actions in the first place. "You alright there, Greenie?" Thomas looked up at Alby with a shaky breath.

“Yeah.. Yeah I’m okay.”

tags — @bxckbexk @itstuneshere @fitzells @grfields

#the maze runner #tmr #thomas tmr #minho tmr #newt tmr #the maze runner x male reader #tmr x male reader #the maze runner x reader #thomas x reader #thomas x male reader #thomas is bisexual #tmr thomas #thomas #newt x reader #newt x male reader #thomas x you #tmr one shot #tmr fanfiction #tmr fandom #the maze runner one shot #the maze runner fanfiction

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A Win

Summary: Sebastian has a creative interpretation of who won your last duel.

A few lines in reference to S1 E12 of Community.

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Word count: 2767

Warnings: Mature content (not super explicit but definitely sexual), 7th year, aged-up characters

Seventh year was gruelling. There was easily twice as much homework as sixth year. Every class was overly complicated and utterly confusing. You lived in constant fear of NEWTs that loomed over the end of the year. You rarely even got time for adventuring or kicking dark wizards’ arses. Your one saving grace was Crossed Wands. You duelled every single week. This month, you and Sebastian had been facing off one-on-one. He had won the second duel, but you won the first and the third. The two of you would get very intense, and it seemed like half the school would come to watch.

Your fourth match was particularly rousing. You had each landed spells that had you feeling rough. Sebastian hit you square-on with a blasting curse. You had banished him into one of the stone walls before slicing his arm with a severing charm he couldn’t quite roll out of the way of in time. There were several basic casts that had various parts of your bodies stinging. Finally, as Sebastian dodged an exploding charm, you caught him with a summoning charm. It hit him on the ankle and dragged him feet-first toward you. From the shock of it, you held onto the charm a bit too long and Sebastian slid into you just as you disarmed him. The impact knocked you on top of him, though you caught yourself enough to keep from headbutting his face.

You had still ended up lying on top of him, though. You held your torso up with one hand on the ground and the other on his chest. He had let out a grunt when you landed, as your hand slamming his chest knocked the wind out of him.

He gave you a crooked smile as your cheeks flamed red. “So, how’s your Sunday going?” he asked.

You chuckled as you pushed yourself to your feet. He was sad to have you leave him so soon. He so rarely got to be close to you lately. He missed being huddled next to you as you sneaked into the restricted section or up to an Ashwinder camp.

You reached a hand down to help Sebastian up, which he gladly took.

Lucan declared you the winner of the duel since you had disarmed and pinned Sebastian. “That was brilliant!” he said. The fifth-year looked up at your with stars in his eyes.

“Thanks, Lucan,” you replied with a smile.

“Maybe you could help me with the banishing charm sometime?” he asked hopefully.

You gave him an amused smile. “Sure thing! After I get patched up, though, okay?”

He gave you an enthusiastic nod before trotting off to his friends.

You and Sebastian limped off toward the Undercroft after talking with your friends and other classmates about the duel. “We’re 2 and 2 now,” Sebastian said as you entered the secret room.

You looked at him, your brow furrowed in confusion. “I think you need to check your maths on that one, Sallow,” you said.

He smirked at you like he knew something you didn’t. “I don’t think so,” he replied. He leaned in so close to you that his lips were nearly brushing your ear. “Anytime you’re on top of me, it’s a win.”

His warm breath fanned over your neck, sending a shiver through you. You could feel your whole face go red. Sebastian was often a shameless flirt, and you knew it was because he loved getting a reaction out of you. He pulled his head back to observe if his words had the desired effect. He smirked as he observed your flushed cheeks.

“Do, erm, do you have a, uh, wiggenweld? I forgot to grab some before the duel,” you said, stammering as you tried to recollect your thoughts.

“Of course, I do,” he said with a grin. “Unlike you, apparently, I came prepared.” He produced two bottles of the green liquid from his robe pocket. He handed you one of them. He held his up for you to cheers. You clinked the bottles together before downing the potions.

You sighed in relief as the aches faded from your body. “Thank you. That’s much better,” you said.

He looked down at you with a worried expression. “I didn’t hurt you too badly, did I?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re the one who went flying into the wall and got dragged across the floor. I should probably be asking you that,” you replied.

“I just want to be sure you’re okay,” he said sincerely.

You couldn’t help but melt a bit at the way he fretted over you. The worried look in his big, brown eyes always softened you up immediately. The way he was still standing so close to you made your knees feel like you were recovering from a jelly-legs jinx. Sebastian’s hands came to rest on your waist as he continued to stare down at you. You could see every freckle on his face in perfect detail from the proximity. Your eyes lingered for a moment on his lips. They looked soft and inviting. Sebastian noticed your gaze, and it made his breath hitch. His teeth sank into his lower lip as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes.

“I also really want to kiss you,” he admitted.

You slapped him on the arm. “Stop joking around,” you said, rolling your eyes again. You tried to step out of his grasp, but his grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you back toward him. He brought you even closer than you had been, and you gasped a bit as your body was pulled flush against his, knocking roughly into him. You looked back up at him with a questioning expression. He liked to rile you up, but he didn’t usually hold you captive.

“I’m not joking,” he said in a husky voice. His face was so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath hit your cheeks as he spoke. He brushed a stray lock of your hair back off your cheek, letting his hand come to rest on the smooth skin.

You were certain he could feel your heart pounding in your chest as it was pressed against his. You had half a mind to close the precious few centimetres between your mouths yourself, but you were still fairly certain he would pull away laughing any second now. The thought kept you from leaning into the comforting warmth of his hand on your cheek.

You just continued to stare up at him, wide-eyed and frozen in place. Your hands hung limp at your sides. It was certainly not the reaction Sebastian had expected, and he began to panic. “Merlin, I…I thought you felt the same,” he said apologetically. “I’ve misread your kindness as something more. I’m truly sorry.”

The brushes of your hand against his. The stolen glances. The lingering hugs. He had not misread any of it. He was quite right about your feelings toward him. You snapped out of your daze as he began to pull away from you with his gaze lowered to the floor. Your hand bolted up to pull his back to your cheek.

His eyes met yours again as he gave you the questioning look this time.

“Ask me,” you whispered as you stroked your thumb over the back of his hand.

His confusion deepened for a moment before his eyebrows raised in realization. His tongue ran over his lips, leaving behind an enticing sheen on the pink skin. His gaze was intense when you met his eyes once again. It was as if he could see into your mind – or perhaps your heart. His voice was gruff when he spoke up. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

He leaned in slowly, using his hand still on your cheek to guide you to him as well. His lips met yours in a soft embrace, and you could neither anticipate nor prevent the small whine that left your throat. Hearing the needy noise escape your lips sent his blood rushing south. He felt feral, and he could only barely resist ravaging you right then. He had wanted this for so long. He could hardly believe it was finally happening.

His kisses turned hard and desperate as he moaned against your lips. His grip on your hip was bruising as he backed you up against one of the stone walls of the Undercroft. You clung to his back to keep yourself steady as he walked you backwards. The cold wall on your back was a stark contrast to the heat radiating off the man pressed against you.

The kiss was dizzying, though that could have been from how long it had been since you had taken a breath. Sebastian broke the kiss to focus his attention on your jaw. You gasped the cool air of the underground room into your lungs. He continued to trail to kisses along your jaw and then down the side of your neck, nuzzling into your silky skin as he went. He found a particularly sensitive spot above your collar bone, having tugged your shirt out of his way, and you let out an unhindered moan at the pleasure his lips were giving you.

He moaned back at you as he ground his hips into yours. His hands had begun roaming over your body, running up and down your arms and over your back and hips. “Merlin, you sound obscene, love,” he rasped. “It’s quite sexy.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I could tell,” you quipped before bucking your hips up against his, pressing your core to his very obvious erection.

He whimpered at the friction. “You’re playing a dangerous game, darling,” he warned, sliding his hands down over your arse and pulling you tighter against him.

You gasped as his length pressed harder against you.

Sebastian quickly pulled back to look at you. “Are you all right? Did…did I hurt you?” he asked nervously. Despite all the dangerous places he had dragged you, he was always concerned about hurting you. It was a bit ironic, though you still found it sweet.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, bringing a hand to his cheek to sooth him. “It felt, um, quite good, actually.” The burning heat of embarrassment had returned to your cheeks.

Sebastian smiled meekly. “I like making you feel good,” he said, stepping closer to you again. He wrapped his arms around you and held you against him. “I never want to hurt you again.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Sebastian. Really,” you insisted.

Sebastian stared down at the floor as he spoke. “I did, though…” he said. “I–Not just now, but…in the Scriptorium.” He glanced at you as if begging you not to make him elaborate further.

“Sebastian,” you said softly. “That was years ago. And we were in dire circumstances. I’ve never held that against you. You even offered to take the curse yourself, but you know Ominis and I didn’t want to cast it.”

He nodded but didn’t reply. A few tears had started slipping down his cheeks.

“Oh, Seb,” you said, doing your best to wipe them away. They had started falling more quickly.

“I’m still so sorry,” he said in a broken voice before clinging to you tightly. You embraced him just as tightly in return. “I caused you so much pain, and I don’t deserve your friendship, let alone your affections.”

“Even if you believe that, surely you can see that you’re not the same person you were two years ago,” you said. You rubbed your hand up and down his back in an attempt to sooth him. He only sobbed harder, though.

He held onto you like his life depended on it. His grip was on the verge of making it difficult to breathe, but you wouldn’t dare complain. Sebastian had buried his face in the side of your neck, repeatedly muttering apologies into your skin. You assured him that he was forgiven.

After a few minutes, he settled down. He pulled back just enough to wipe his face with his robe sleeves. “I’m sorry for sobbing like a child,” he said as he dried your neck with his sleeve as well. He still wouldn’t look you in the eye, focusing on where he kept dabbing his sleeve to your now-dry neck instead.

You held his face in both of your hands and gently turned it towards you. He finally looked at you, and you could see the sadness in his deep brown eyes. “You are my most loyal friend, and you have done far more for me than would’ve been necessary to make up for whatever pain you caused in the past. I’m grateful for every day I have you in my life, because you make it better. I don’t hold the Scriptorium against you, nor do I judge you for caring about it now. The very fact that you’re so bothered by the pain you caused proves you’re a different man now. There’s no need to apologize for that.”

Sebastian pulled you back into a kiss. It was just as desperate as you had left off, though it was a different kind of desperation now. It was a kind that begged you never to leave him. You slid your hands from his cheeks to tangle in his hair. The feeling of his soft lips pressed hard against yours made you wonder how you’d gone so long without it. “I love you,” he breathed between urgent kisses.

The words made a hot desire spread through your body. Your hands gripped him more frantically, pulling at his robes and hair to bring him any bit closer to you that you could. “I love you, too,” you said, breaking the kiss only just long enough to get the words out before diving back in. You trapped his lower lip between your teeth, tugging it forward gently.

Sebastian let out a moan at the feeling. He had you pinned against the wall with his body as he kissed you deeper still, sliding his tongue past your lips to lick into your mouth. His leg was pressed firmly between yours, furthering your arousal. You were both moaning messes as your tongues met and your hands groped over each other, grasping everywhere you could reach.

You were so lost in each other that the rest of the world had ceased to exist in your minds. As such, the sound of the gate rattling open had you jumping out of your skin as fear prickled up your spine. Sebastian had leapt off of you, spinning around to face the entrance. He had whipped his wand out before he recalled where he was and the fact that there could only be one person entering the space.

“Good evening,” Ominis said casually as he strode into the Undercroft. He could hear you and Sebastian panting to catch your breath, though that wasn’t exactly surprising. “Did Sebastian challenge you to a rematch already?”

The amusement was clear in Ominis’s voice.

“What?” you asked, still feeling dazed.

Ominis furrowed his brow. He stood facing you, but he was still standing on the other side of the room. “Were you not…What are you doing down here?”

“We were snogging,” Sebastian stated, drawing out the ‘s’ as he panicked in vain to find a different word.

You sent a death glare toward him.

He shrugged. “I couldn’t think of another word,” he whispered to you.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Idiot,” you grumbled. “He meant that we were snog…ging.”

Sebastian gave you a smug look.

“You’re right. It is hard to think of another word,” you admitted.

Ominis shook his head at the both of you. “Well, if you two are quite finished, we’re supposed to work at the greenhouses together this afternoon.”

“Right. Sorry, Ominis, I totally forgot about that!” you said.

“I wonder why,” he said sarcastically. “But I’m glad you morons finally admitted your feelings for each other. You’ve no idea how painful it was waiting for either of you to come to your senses.”

You were too embarrassed to sass him back for calling you a moron. Ominis turned to leave the Undercroft, and you and Sebastian followed behind. Sebastian caught your hand and leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

“Please try to behave until I don’t have to listen to you, Sebastian,” Ominis said in an exasperated tone, making the two of you blush. Sebastian still winked at you before pulling you along toward the greenhouses.

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[mandareeboo]

Title: The needed sacrifice

Summary: And Marcy will open up to him. Talking about her parents, about her life. About the move. About a special little box she'd found, unaware that it had originated in the very castle she was calling home. Andrias will store all that info deep down, ignore the yelling glee coming from the crown, and play his pieces. He loses. He wins. It's a little of both.

Excerpt:

The scouting mission goes terribly. Andrias sips his giant mug of tea and watches as his best newts get dragged in limping and holding each other up, scrambling to grab the walls for balance, or even on gurneys. It's about what he expects. It's a disaster. The Core is whispering about weaklings and disposable corpses as Marcy finds him. Her cape is a bit singed, her hair scuffed, but she's up and moving. A benefit of tasking his crew to care for her. "That cult went downtown, baby!" she crows, already climbing onto an impossibly large chair. She crests the top without running out of breath, used to the big furniture he had to utilize. "What's next, boss?" "Patience, Mar-Mar," he chides her. "Let your men rest a bit."

Shouldn't've opened her heart over a game of flipwart, huh? This was a fun one. Dealing with Andrias' internal monologue while also dealing with Marcy's unwillingness to see Amphibia as anything more than a game.

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[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Twenty•One|

•|Masterlist|•

Days in the Glade went by, and soon, two weeks had passed since Lucas' threat, and (M/n) no longer cared about that, mostly because he kind of forgot about the whole ordeal.

Lucas had completely stopped talking to him, he didn't flirt and not even a single Slopper bothered him anymore, which was suspicious a while back, but now? (M/n) was grateful for that.

His bruises were completely gone and he had been enjoying his time in the Glade like he never thought he would be able to. His book collection grew with a few more books, they got sent some more clothing and he spent his days with Gally.

(M/n) was sure he couldn't have a bigger crush on him than he already had, but every day he was proven wrong, he could love Gally more, and it was scary sometimes, although he couldn't say he disliked how he felt whenever he saw Gally from afar or nearby, maybe simply just talked to him or heard his voice. It felt nice, and (M/n) got used to living day by day with the giddy and nervous feeling in his chest and tummy every time anything Gally-related occurred within witnessing range.

Some time the past week, (M/n) had a little talk with Gally regarding the incident of him getting beaten up. Alby had been helping Gally find the culprits of his attack, when (M/n) told him to simply forget about it, which upset Gally deeply.

"What do you mean just forget about it? (M/n), you were attacked, thankfully they were just bruises, but what if it wasn't? What if it was something more serious?" (M/n) could understand where Gally was coming from, and sometimes he also had those kinds of fleeting thoughts, and he didn't like to think about how the situation could've turned out to be worst if Newt hadn't shown up, but it wasn't like that, and Gally had to understand his point as well.

"Just listen, okay? If they think they are safe from punishment, just because we actively stop looking for them, they will lower their guard and probably slip up again," Gally frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, he didn't like to admit it but (M/n) had a point. But it would be most likely at his expense that they would lower their guard.

The Sloppers were pretty damn good at protecting each other, they would fight with nails and teeth for anyone of them, they were like an iron wall. Unbreakable. Only for a short while though.

"We just have to be patient and wait, alright? Believe me, I wanna beat the shit out of them too, big guy," he patted Gally's shoulders and started walking out of the blond's room, "But now is not the time."

And that settled it.

Besides, they had other stuff to focus on. Like the new greenie coming up the next day.

//////

-Greenie Day-

With the new shank coming up later in the day, a fair amount of Gladers had come to realize how similar (M/n) had become to Gally in the past two months he'd been around.

He looked tough at first glance, having picked up on a few of Gally's habits, like frowning and crossing his arms whenever he was standing alone with nothing to do or waiting. It didn't help that (M/n) had grown a few inches and was taller than half the Glade now, but was still shorter than Gally.

However, all that tough demeanour would fade away whenever he was with his friends, making them feel glad and relieved that everything was just a mask to protect himself from anyone that might want to stir his waters and cause problems, and they watched how, at the end of every day, (M/n) went back to being the same idiot they knew and loved so, so much.

(M/n) sighed as he walked out of the Homestead, a cup of cold water in hand, and he watched around the Glade, making his way to the swing. Lunchtime had already passed and they were waiting for the Box to come up, in the meantime, they had to keep themselves busy.

"(M/n)," he turned around at the call of his name, seeing Billy walking his way, a slight yet obvious limp on his right leg. (M/n) frowned, feeling a little worried about him.

"Hey, you okay, man? What happened?" Billy looked down at his leg, trying to ignore the fluttering of his heart at the thought of (M/n) caring about his wellbeing.

"I had some trouble..." He hesitated, unsure whether he should tell the truth and look like an idiot, or act as if it was no big deal, "Well, it's nothing serious, but Clint told me I should rest, so I can't help with the Box today."

(M/n) nodded, trying to understand where Billy was going with this, "So, you want me to...?"

At that, Billy looked up at him again as he seemed to catch onto what (M/n) wanted to ask.

"Right! Could you... Take my spot unloading the Box? Just for today," he hurried to add, shifting in place and hissing at the pressure on his ankle.

"Yeah, sure, no problem," (M/n) answered as he stood up, walking toward Billy and getting closer to him, unknowingly making the Keeper nervous, "First, let me help you, or you won't be getting better any time soon, come on," he wrapped his arm around Billy's middle, having his arm over (M/n)'s shoulders, and he helped him sit down on the swing, "I can take you to your room later, if you want."

Billy was having a hard time finding his voice to speak, so he simply nodded in complete silence.

(M/n) sighed and pushed his hair back, "I should go tell Gally-"

"Oh, he already knows," he hurried to add before (M/n) could leave. He stared at Billy with a 'really?' expression on his face, "Yeah, he... He was the one who said you could take my spot."

A smile tried to find its way to (M/n)'s face, but he held it back as the sound of the Box coming up filled the Glade, "Well, gotta go!"

Billy watched as (M/n) ran toward the rest standing around the Box while they got ready for its arrival. It was pretty common for the whole Glade to gather around when it was greenie day so, slowly but surely, one by one began approaching.

(M/n) watched the mechanical door open, and he pulled open the metal gate that kept the Box closed along with Gally's help. The blond jumped in first on his own, used to having to calm down the greenies and show them that they shouldn't fight him.

"Alright, greenie, let's stay calm, okay? We're not gonna hurt you," Gally's voice was rough but somehow reassuring, it made it seem like he was lying but he just had to appear tough and strong to prevent them from freaking out, and hold them back if they began throwing punches.

A guy with very short and straight dirty blond hair stood there, he seemed to be kind of on the shorter side but he had some muscle, the tank top he wore hugged his torso rather tightly. A deep frown had settled on his brow, looking up at everyone and glaring at Gally with bright, almost yellowish eyes, a few freckles dusted his skin. He looked kind of scary.

"Where are we?" A voice behind the greenie could be heard, and the Glade observed how another boy walked up from behind him.

This guy had blond, almost white wavy hair, pushed back to reveal a thin, sad-looking face. His hazel eyes looked tired and about done with everything, with few freckles on his cheeks and nose, barely visible as they hid behind his tanned skin. He got close to Gally's height, but much more skinny, like an easily breakable stick. And the aura around him was a more kind and gentle one.

These two, were twins.

(M/n) was confused but when he looked around at the others, he saw that they were chill about the ordeal.

"You'll find that out soon enough, come on," Gally helped both of them get out the Box, Fry and Newt taking them away toward the Homestead, "(M/n)," he turned toward Gally, who was staring up at him from the Box, "We have work to do, come down."

And he just remembered what he was doing there.

(M/n) jumped down inside the Box, feeling odd at the realization that he had been in there only the day he came up to the Glade, and that was a weird thought.

"Ready?" He nodded and they began unloading the supplies.

Despite his mind telling him to ask Gally about the twin greenies, he stayed silent, only mumbling where the crates and bags he lifted belonged to when he handed them to the rest of the guys. And soon, they were done getting everything out, now they had to get each other out of the Box.

Mikah leaned down to hold (M/n)'s hands, pulling him up, "Thanks," he whispered as he regained his balance and turned around, reaching his hand toward Gally.

The blond looked up at him and saw that (M/n) was determined to help him out, causing a smile to pull the corner of his lips up and he shook his head, accepting the help. It wasn't news around the Glade that Gally only accepted (M/n)'s help without complaining, but it was still odd to see him take anyone's help, he was usually too prideful for that.

Quickly, they started picking up something each and began taking it where it needed to go, being done pretty quickly, seeing as the rest of the Gladers would grab the stuff and put it away, leaving the Builders and Baggers with nothing else to do.

(M/n) sighed and wiped the sweat off of his forehead, completely unaware of Billy's stare locked onto him, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and sighing deeply every few seconds.

He turned to look at Gally who had just finished drinking water out of his bottle and absentmindedly passed it over to (M/n), who silently grabbed it and took a few sips.

"No one seemed surprised about the greenie...s," he added after a second of realization, and Gally nodded, sitting on the grass under the shade of a tree. They were relatively close to the Homestead.

"Yeah... It's not the first time we get twins sent up here, but it's... Been a while since it happened, almost two years I think," (M/n) sat down next to him and began playing with the grass.

"Who were they?" He whispered after quickly realizing that he hadn't seen twins around in the Glade, so he came to the easiest conclusion. They were scrapped off the wall.

Gally looked at him, something similar to nostalgia and anger swimming in his green eyes, "Nick and Chris, they were... The original Leaders of the Glade."

All (M/n) did was nod, he didn't know if the topic was sensitive to Gally so he decided to not push it unless the blond wanted to say anything. Which he didn't. He silently drank more water and sighed, looking far into the distance of the Glade.

However, the sight of a hurt and far-off Gally made his mind overthink, (M/n) wanted to be there with him- for him whenever he needed someone by his side, and... Maybe if he couldn't get the words out to put Gally's mind at rest, he could provide some reassurance.

Slowly, he reached his hand out toward Gally's, gently and carefully linking their pinkies together, and immediately looking away, wanting to ignore the warmth he felt crawling up his neck and face. Surprised at the sudden yet small action, Gally glanced down at (M/n)'s pinky holding onto his, and couldn't hold his smile back.

He looked away like (M/n) did, before moving his hand around to hold (M/n)'s hand, intertwining their fingers.

Their hearts fluttered and their bodies heated up, falling into a comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of the gentle breeze against their sweaty skin.

//////

As the previous greenie, Lucas was assigned to show the new guys around, and Zachary was around to help -apparently, they've become besties by now-, and they were busy getting another hammock ready since they weren't expecting twins the day before.

And, as expected, they started asking stuff, which Lucas was glad to answer.

He explained to them where they were, and showed them around plenty for them to get used to the new environment they found themselves in. Said something brief about the dangerous Maze they were surrounded by, and who were the coolest Gladers to spend their time with.

"And... What about her?" Lucas and Zachary looked over their shoulder, staring at (M/n) as he talked with Gally, laughing and smiling widely. Lucas felt disgusted. And angry, deeply upset.

"Oh, you don't want to get involved with that, trust me," as if waiting for this moment to arrive, Stan approached them, Peter and Jason following behind him, "These two, great guys by the way, were trying to help her out when she fell on a bunch of crap, only to get attacked with the gardening tool on her hands, claiming that they were harassing her."

"She did get punished for that in the end, although no one believed our side of the story," Jason added, acting hurt at the lack of trust from those he considered "friends", and Peter nodded.

"She did this to me, and still, no one believed us," Peter made a dramatic show of showing the scar on his neck. It was true that he got wounded by (M/n), but not in the way they were narrating them.

"Then she picked a fight with Stan," Zachary decided to join in, sitting on the newly placed hammock, "She was so scared to lose in front of everyone that she sent her playtoys to beat him up."

Stan acted as if that had wounded him deeply, emotionally and physically, "I still won the fight, even if my body was covered in bruises and cuts."

"She's just full of herself," Lucas muttered, a venomous tone taking over his voice, "She has everyone fooled with her little act, always so high and mighty," the Sloppers exchanged looks between them before staring at the twins, who were frowning and looking toward (M/n). Seeing how he was laughing made it almost hard to believe, but they didn't know any better, "Always boasting about how she's better than everyone else, and how she has these so-called 'friends' of her... Eating out of the palm of her hand."

The look on the greenies was all they had to see to know they made it.

They had succeeded. They had planted the seed of hatred and disgust inside the twins.

It was only a matter of time before they would start treating (M/n) like he deserved to be treated.

Like a mere toy they could use and dispose of whenever they felt like it.

//////

The next few hours that passed, (M/n) couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, but he decided to completely ignore it, too used by now to the glares and comments thrown his way, simply choosing to stay focused on getting the bonfire ready.

Every now and then, a few of the guys would walk past and hype him up, asking if he was gonna fight Gally at all, to which he smirked and nodded.

"You know I will, and I'm planning to win," he would respond all cocky, but a with playful smile on his face, making eye contact with Gally, who stared at him with a 'you wish' expression on his face, "Well, winning is the plan."

His friends would laugh and cheer him up before leaving to help around whoever needed it, or simply sat around on the logs and chilled for a while.

And when the sun finally set, disappearing behind the Walls, the cheering began. (M/n) drank Gally's drink as he vibed to the music the guys were playing, enjoying his time with his friends.

"Alright, bean, it's time," Gally called out next to him, setting his drink down as he got up from the ground, extending his hand toward (M/n) to grab.

He smiled at the nickname he was given by Gally. While everyone referred to him by his name, and others -such as Fry- still called him 'greenbean', Gally decided to call him 'bean' instead of 'dummy', or well... Most of the time anyway. He was Dummy (M/n) only a few days of the week, which he didn't mind, as long as Gally was the one coming up with nicknames for him.

"Get ready to lose, Gally," he responded as he stood, loud cheering could be heard from everyone as they watched them approach the fight circle. Gally chuckled and fixed his wrist brace, like he always did before a fight.

"Let's get on with it then."

As always, their fight was pretty even, and everyone got to see how they would constantly try to one-up each other with a move, despite the whole thing being a nice fifty-fifty situation, all eyes around were hooked on them, too scared to even blink in case they would miss the crucial attack that could decide the winner.

Everything was fun and laughs around, and in the end, (M/n) ended up being the one pushed out of the circle, although barely... He had gotten distracted by Gally's smile and forgot what he was doing, but who could blame him anyway?

"Well, good luck next time, bean," as it had become a habit, Gally messed (M/n)'s hair, "You're getting there, I'm sure you'll beat me soon."

Gally turned around and encouraged the cheering.

And (M/n) took the loud volume of the Glade to his advantage, "Would've won if you weren't so pretty..." He mumbled while pushing his hair back.

They were planning on going back to eating or simply messing around, when Gally caught sight of the twins, watching them gossip with one another as they looked at (M/n), a look on their faces he did not like. Again? He thought, feeling extremely mad at how no one could let (M/n) live his life peacefully without the drama that seemed to constantly gather around him.

"Hey, twinnies!" His voice boomed over the sound of everyone's excitement, and the twins flinched at the sound of Gally's voice, "What do you say? Wanna fight us?" He walked to stand next to next to (M/n), who was just a little bit confused about the situation.

"Gally?" He didn't react, his green eyes stared at the greenies, mentally thanking everyone that began chanting 'twinnies' over and over again, getting louder and louder.

"You can pick who you wanna fight, if that would make it fairer for you," he added when the twins looked at each other, unsure of their decision, but with that, they agreed, "Alright, pick."

With his arms crossed, Gally watched how the buffest twin stood in front of (M/n), standing shorter than the (h/c) haired male by a couple of inches. And with that, Gally was left with the scrawny twin.

"Great, we're going first," (M/n) nodded and walked backwards to stand outside the circle, Mikah and Xan on either side of him, and they watched the fight as it started.

Far behind the sea of heads, (M/n) could see the Sloppers making their way over, intrigued by the fight going on at the moment, but he ignored them to stare at Gally, refusing to admit -even to himself- he was heavily staring at the way his muscles flexed with every move he did.

"You should take a picture..." Mikah leaned closer to whisper in his ear, making him flinch, "It'll last longer."

(M/n) rolled his eyes, pretending like his face wasn't getting hotter by the second, but he decided to be cheeky this time around, "I already have enough, Mikah, believe me."

The curly-haired blond was caught off-guard by (M/n)'s comment, and he looked at him, his blue eyes staring at him in disbelief.

"Bold..." (M/n) couldn't help but cackle at that, catching pretty much everyone's attention, including Gally and the scrawny twin.

Gally felt an involuntary grin grow on his face and how the greenie's hold became weaker and loose, so he took advantage of that, securing his grip and throwing him out of the circle.

He stood there, looming over everyone, "I win," he uttered, proceeding to make his way to (M/n), who was bouncing in place to get ready for his turn, "Beat his ass, bean," the ruffle to his (curly/wavy/straight) hair worked to encourage him, so he huffed and stepped inside, watching the buffer yet shorter twin find his spot in front of him.

"I don't like the idea of hurting a girl," his words caused others to 'ooh' out loud, making (M/n) nod with a look on his face that read 'yeah, sounds fair' as he approached the greenie.

He patted his shoulder a few times and leaned closer to him, "You won't," he responded before swiftly kicking the greenie's ankles, making him lose his balance and fall back to the sand. (M/n) paced around him, his groans of pain muffled by the yelling and hype of those surrounding them, "Come on, greenie, we're not done yet."

Gally watched with crossed arms and a proud smile on his face, how (M/n) dodged the greenie's attacks, sometimes even mockingly, smiling and chuckling to himself. He would act as if he had been successfully outsmarted and outmuscled, only to prove everyone wrong, that it was all pure tactics.

(M/n) had come a long way, and Gally was really proud of him, of course he would be.

By now, the greenie was getting mad along with embarrassed, knowing everyone was watching him fail miserably as he was beaten by a girl. He could've surrendered, but what was the point of that? It would only prove to the rest that he had no pride whatsoever. He couldn't give up.

He looked up and saw (M/n) smiling wide as he paced around the circle, waiting for him to stand up, which he did, shaking his body a little.

"About time, I was getting bored-"

With a deep breath, the greenie approached (M/n), quick on his feet as his hand closed tightly, drawing his arm back before rushing his fist forward. (M/n) couldn't react in time before he got punched in the face, but he managed to keep himself on his feet despite stumbling back a few steps.

An eerily silence followed, the screaming completely stopping as they processed what just happened.

(M/n) rubbed his jaw, feeling the sharp pain shoot through it, he would have a nasty bruise in the morning but he didn't care about that right now. He was mad. He tried to be playful and lighthearted about the whole fight, but now? He wasn't gonna let the greenie feel like he had won over him.

Never in a million years would he let that happen.

"That was a bad move, shank."

The greenie had a cocky look on his face, which was soon erased when he felt (M/n)'s kick on his gut, pushing him back against the wall of Gladers and causing him to kneel to the ground. He tried to hold back, but he ended up throwing up the dinner he had just eaten a little while ago.

He saw out of the corner of his eye, through tears, how (M/n) slowly approached him, and he instinctively backed away, "I give, I give," he mumbled, quite audible in the silence of the Glade.

(M/n) looked down at him, but backed away and nodded at his surrender, and soon after the ambience went back to hyped.

Gally grabbed (M/n)'s arm and dragged him away from the circle, where the rest of the guys decided to have their own fun in matches more even, feeling happy about being able to win for once instead of constantly losing against Gally. (M/n) looked at the blond with a confused frown, deciding to stay quiet as he was taken away to the Homestead.

Without saying a word, Gally entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, rummaging around for a while until he found a frozen food package, and silently pressed it against the purple bruise forming on (M/n)'s chin.

He flinched at the pain and cold feeling, realizing why he was taken there, and he playfully rolled his eyes with a chuckle, "Hey~, I'm fine, big guy, it's just a bruise."

Gally sighed and stared into (M/n)'s eyes, immediately noticing the soft look in them as he looked up at him, silently reassuring him that he was fine, nothing he couldn't handle.

"Even if you are, let me do this or it'll get worse," (M/n) nodded and hummed in response.

"Fair enough."

They stood in the kitchen for a few minutes, staying in a comfortable silence as they basked in the sounds of the Glade. They were standing pretty close together since Gally refused to let (M/n) hold the ice to his face, even if Gally's hand was going numb at the cold feeling.

"I'm hungry," (M/n) suddenly broke the silence with a whisper, followed by the sound of his stomach growling, making them laugh at how angry it sounded.

"Yeah, I'm too," Gally pulled the package away and inspected the bruise for a couple of seconds, "Looks better for now, let's go."

#gally x reader #gally x y/n #gally x male reader #the maze runner x male reader #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #tmr gally #gally the maze runner #gally maze runner #ftm reader #trans reader #trans #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter fanfiction

[mazewolf]

Kinda written without a thought and zero brain power

Probably cringe, it’s like a rough draft but worse

Anyways enjoy :)

It was the first day back at school where she sat next to her best friends Scott and Stiles though she’s more spaced out than anything, today feels different… she’s been having dreams that’s hard to describe and making it hard to focus ignoring the world around her, well that was until Allison came in

“A greenie?…” she muttered making both Scott and her best friend look at her weirdly, they had never heard her say anything like that before, they didn’t even know that was a word.

“A what?” Stiles gave a confused mutter trying to stay quiet while Scott offered Allison a pencil

“I…don’t know…“ she shifted a bit in her seat, why did she say that? Why did it sound so familiar? Her pencil began to tap as she anxiously waited for the class to end and end it did with the bell ringing making her shoot up out of her seat leaving both of her concerned friends behind as she left the class in a hurry but not before she accidentally ran into someone watching books drop down hitting the others leg making her nose scrunch up a bit, that’s gotta hurt, she hurries to help the person pick up their books

“I’m so sorry-” she apologizes looking up as the words from her throat came to a complete stop, the blonde hair, those eyes, she knows him…but from where?

“It’s alright surprisingly not the first time it’s happened” He gave a small unsure smile after gathering the rest and holding out his hand for a shake ”I’m -”

“Newt…?“ She quietly said, she didn’t know if that was his name, she didn’t know him so why ? Why did she say that? Why did he look and sound so familiar to her?

“Ah actually it’s Isaac but my friends call me Newt…how did you-?” He trailed off giving her a look, not one of accusatory but one of curiosity, little did she know he also felt a small pull of familiarity with her

“Oh well I …heard it from your friends and picked up on it” she excused quickly before shaking his hand “I’m (name) it’s nice to meet you, hope the books didn’t hurt your leg even more -”

“My leg ?…how did you know about my leg?...” His brows furrowed slightly as she took her hands away awkwardly

“Your limp..?” She said unsurely and gave him an apologetic look as she was cut off by her friend Stiles swiftly managing to take her away leaving her no room to talk to the boy. Yet that didn’t stop them from looking at each other when leaving.

Both of them wondering what in the world was that? And why did it seem so familiar?

#tmr #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #tmr newt #reader insert #teen wolf x reader #reincarnation fic #buckle up #its about to get crazy #grievers are a thing #idk how to write #crossover #kinda cringe

[isha-4b2]

Do you remember?

Movie: the maze runner

Couple: reader x newt

Warning: smut, fluff ig, unprotected sex, anoying minho.

*it about newt wants to know about you and him before the maze and he gets to know on a very very fun way. ( this is my first time writing yk smut so sorry if it sucked)

YOUR POV

You were working in the gardens with your lovely boyfriend newt today. Honest... he looked hot .. just so hot. Not forget to mention it was like 1000 degrees so him being shirt-less wasn't helping very much. Your were so caught up in your own tought that you didn't realise you were staring.

N: enjoying the view love

He said with a wink..

When you shot out your daydream you felt your cheeks burning and turning bright red.

N: aw no need to getting flusterd love.

Y/n: ohh shut up asshole

N: what did i do wrong?? You were the one staring

Y/n: well stop being so goddamn handsome and i will stop staring!

You said with a sight smile..

You saw newt turning pink and you were about to tease him for it but you were cut off by a anoying, sassy rather i say teasing minho.

M: ohhh get a room you two

Y/n: shut up minho

M: someone is in a bad mood. Newt i let you handle your lovely girlfriend. Y/n always a pleasure to see you.. newt my man get it!!

He said sending newt a wink. And with that he walked away.

NEWT POV

The moment minho walked away i stepped closer to y/n. "Gosh isn’t she the most cutest thing you ever saw" i said to myself. She was just getting back to her work but i just couldn’t look away. The way she makes a difficult face when she can't get the tomato out of the ground it just so adorable. I zoned out and was lost in my own thoughts i couldn’t help but wonder if we were something before the maze. I never thought about it i mean we felt the conection the moment she came up. We were one of the gladers that were the longest here along with alby. I knew she was different but did we had something before?.. i didn't knew. I really wanted to know tho so i maybe i should ask thomas, we grew lose and i knew he was having visions of the time before the maze.

N: y/n, love do you know were thomas is?

Y/n: i dont know maybe in the maze suckface you made him a runner.

You said laughing at him for forgetting.

N: oh yeah right.

He said laughing with you.

Y/n: why tho.. it there something bothering you??

What am i going to say should i tell her?? What if she things im doubting our relationship.. would she leave me..

N: nope im perfectly...

I was about to finish my sentence when a saw thomas and ben running out of the maze.

(Pretend like ben wasn't stung..)

Y/n: newt you were saying...??

She ask with a questioning tone.

N: nothing thomas is back im gonna talk with him i finished my work so just scream when your done.

With that i walked over to thomas and i saw that y/n was looking at me with a weird look. I brushed it off. and approached thomas.

T: newtt whats up..

N: hey thomas i just kinda have a question.

T: well shoot it.

N: its about the visions you get.. how do you like get them...

T: well usually its a dream... well nightmare i guess. But i think its about being in the moment..

N: oh well thank you.

T: why do you ask is there something??

N: i just wanna know things about me and y/n before the maze you know.

T: ahhh i get it i wanted it with theresa it worked when we you know got intimate.

N: when did you get bloody intimate!! how did you find time!! were did you-. You know what i dont what to know please don't give me details.

T: hahaha but i do know my story with theresa now.

N: thanks thomas i will try it

T: hmm well good luck get it ;)

With that i walked back to y/n and lucky for me she was done.

Y/N POV

The moment newt left i felt something was bothering him. A couple minutes later i was done and saw newt laughing with thomas. What am i lucky to have him. I wanted to go to him but i saw he was already walking over to me. When he was finally here ( his damn limp ) he went for it just like that.

N: y/n i want to have sex with you..

I was damn shocked i mean 4 monthes of a relationship but it wasn't going more than heated make-out sesions. When he realised what he said he turned red no scratch that he turned deep red for shame.

Y/n: newt don't be ashamed its normal don't worry.

I saw him relief a sigh.

Y/n: but so suddendly you were in need to find thomas and then this....

N: i uhmm i just wanted to know about our past before this before the maze...

Y/n: why didn't you tell you know i would've understood.

N: i know i just overthink...

(Tw spicy)

You knew newt had a problem with that it were personal traumas. You saw his face turned to the ground so you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. And with that you kissed him loveing and sweet, slow and passionate.    

You felt his tongue beg for entrance but you remembered you were in public and everyone could see you.

"Newt they can see us" you said rather moaning. He didn't care he took his chance to stick him tongue in your mouth when you talked. He grabbed your waist and picked you up. He took you took his hut and wrapped you legs around his middle.  You moaned at the feeling of his now his hard member.

"Love that sound you make love" he said with a groan.

At this moment you just wanted him to take you right there and then. You grabbed his shirt in order to take it off. He let you undress him while he was undressing you (i dont know if that posibble just imagine). When you were both naked he looked at you.

"Are you 100% sure love cause i might think i can't stop if you dont stop me here."

You let out a chuckle and say "i never was so sure about something."

And with that he enterd you with a moan from you and a groan from him he let you adjust to him. You really needed him to move

" newt please move" you say as you couldn’t take it.

And that was his sign he pushed himself in and out you at a steady pace. " bloody hell woman you feel so good" he said. You never felt so good.

NEWT POV

I was so happy she felt so good i got want i wanted. I felt her become tight around me so i knew she was there. I trust and i felt it to. My trust became sloppy and our noises fill the room. I was so desperate and i closed my eyes. But i didn't expect to see what i saw. We were in a lab... i saw y/n she was looking at me. I took her with me i saw walls im telling her something.

N: please remeber me im next to go i will not see but i will wait y/n i love you so much and then i kissed her.        

And went back to reality. I saw the position we were in and y/n her closed eyes. She said my name and i feel her loseing up. And ride our highs out. I walked over to to my hammock and layd us down and wrapped my arm around her. We were catching our breathes when she askes me "did you saw it to?" She ask a litte out of breath. I did love, i did... we loved.. well i loved you before this all." I said because i didn't heard her say it back.

"Newt i loved you to im so happy i remebered we loved eachother before and we always will."

" i promise as long as i will live"

and with that said you both fell a sleep in eachother arms.

#maze runner #images #newt maze runner #smut