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bruisedboys · 3 months

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please write for tmr!thomas i beg of you

tmr!thomas x reader | established relationship, fluff and hurt/comfort, 1k words (set in the scorch trials!)

you, thomas and your friends find sanctuary from the scorch with the right arm. unfortunately, they don’t provide any sanctuary from nightmares.

“Are you awake?”

Thomas feels you shift under his arm. You’re curled into his side, arm slung over his chest and thigh pressed to his. He hums.

“Yeah, I’m awake,” he murmurs back. “What’s up?”

He feels your hand glide across his stomach and your fingers curl around his hip. It makes him shiver.

“Nothing,” you hum. “Just thinking.”

Thomas huffs. Typical you, keeping yourself awake for no good reason. “Stop thinking and go to sleep then, sweetheart. You need rest.”

You muffle a giggle in his shirt. It warms his chest all the way through. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re keeping me up,” Thomas says back, only half serious. “Go to sleep.”

Eventually you do as he says. These days Thomas always always has waits for you to fall asleep first before letting himself drift off. It makes him feel better about himself. He does everything in his power to make sure you’re safe and healthy and happy, but it’s hard when you’re on your own in a sick world, running from a government organisation that wants you for your blood.

The Scorch has been unforgiving, but you’ve braved through like you always do, never once complaining, always making sure the rest of the group are okay. Thomas thinks someone as lovely as you doesn’t deserve to live in a world like this. It’s half the reason he’s as determined as he is the find somewhere safe.

Well, you’ve found sanctuary for now, at least, with the Right Arm. You and Thomas are sharing a tent with the rest of the group — Minho, Newt, Frypan — none of whom seem to be willing to seperate from each other, despite the spare tents the Right Arm offers. It speaks volumes about where the real safety net is.

Eventually Thomas falls asleep too. He’s not sure how long he sleeps until he’s woken by you. You don’t mean to wake him, he thinks, but he’s a bad sleeper at the best of times, and he’s got a sixth sense for this kind of thing, anyway.

He blinks his eyes open sluggishly. It’s dark, but the campfire still flickers outside the tent, so he can just make out your figure. You’re sitting up straight, stiff as a board. Panic slices through his heart like a cold knife.

“Y/N?” He murmurs. He finds your thigh under the sleeping bag you’re sharing and braces his hand on it to help him sit up. “Baby, are you okay?”

Thomas’ eyes slowly adjust to the light until he realises, with a pang in his chest, that you’re crying. Thankfully, you don’t seem to be in any immediate danger. Everyone else is still fast asleep, and everything’s quiet outside the tent. Still, he doesn’t like the way your shoulders are shaking.

“Sorry,” you gasp. You’re holding your face in two clammy hands, fingers cruel where you scrub at your tears. “Didn’t mean to wake you. I just—“

“Bad dream?” Thomas asks gently. He can guess well enough. He’s had his fair share, and while he’s not an expert on the human mind or anything, he can see that you’re pretty shaken up.

You nod. Tears splash down your front. “Yeah,” you mumble. “Sorry.”

Thomas frowns at you as he brings his hand to your shoulder.

“Stop apologising,” he says, squeezing you gently. His drags his thumb across your collarbone, soothing. He doesnt want to think about what you’d’ve done if he hadn’t woken up. Would you have suffered all by yourself? The thought alone feels like a bullet to his heart. “It’s okay, babe, really. Can I give you a hug?”

You nod viciously. Thomas makes a pitying sound from deep in his chest and wraps you up in a hug, sliding his hand to the nape of your neck to encourage your head over his shoulder. You’re shaking like a leaf, your cheek damp and warm where it presses to his neck.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs to you. It’s all he can say, really. He can’t tell you it wasn’t real, because the chances that you had dreamed about something very real, and equally horrifying, are high. He strokes your hair, feeling a little useless but a lot sorry. “I’ve got you.”

Somebody stirs across the tent. Thomas watches over your shoulder as that somebody sits up.

“Thomas?” It’s Newt. His voice is raspy with sleep but he sounds concerned. “Is everything okay?”

Thomas feels something akin to a rush of gratitude for his empathetic friend. If anything was ever to happen to Thomas, he at least knows for certain Newt would take care of you.

“Yeah, Newt,” he says. “Everything’s fine. We’re good. Just a nightmare, I’ve got it.”

Newt hums and his lanky figure drops back to the tent floor. Meanwhile you’re sniffling over Thomas’ shoulder, your hands screwed into the back of his shirt.

Thomas can’t be sure if Newt’s still awake, but he doesn’t really care if his friend hears him or not. He’s past being embarrassed about how much he cares for you. Thomas draws back and takes your face in his hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks you.

“Not really,” you whisper back. Your anguished tone breaks Thomas’ heart clean in two.

“Okay. That’s alright,” Thomas tells you, as kind as he can when he’s up to his ears with worry. He swipes his thumbs over your cheeks, rubbing away your hot tears. He gives you a reassuring smile. “Do you want some water?”

You nod. Thomas reaches behind him to pull his metal flask from a meagre pile of supplies. He unscrews the lid and encourages the bottle into your hands.

“Here, babe,” he says softly. “It’ll help.”

He steadies your shaking hands with his own and helps you have a few gulps of water. When he returns the bottle to it’s place you’ve calmed significantly. Your cheeks are still damp and sticky but your tears have ebbed, at least.

Thomas smiles at you. He’s sure he looks sick with concern but he tries not to let it show, thumbing your cheek with as much tenderness as he can manage. “Let’s lie down, yeah? C’mon, sweetheart.”

He tugs you down with him. You slump onto his chest and push your hand under his shirt. You’re really warm, but it gives him goosebumps anyway.

“You’re safe with me,” he promises. It’s a promise he doesn’t plan on breaking, ever. He rubs your back. Big, rough sweeps that have you going lax in his arms almost instantaneously. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I promise.”

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newtkive · 3 months

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pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 2 - drama queen core

summary: minho's drama finally catches up with him, but newt becomes a hero.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

THE GLADE

[ 12:08 PM ]

y/n: gm pookies

newt: it’s the afternoon.

y/n: yeah well

ur east coast

newt: so are you y/n

y/n: FINE BAD MORNING THEN ARE U HAPPY?

minho: drama queen is awake

newt: you’re the drama queen min let’s be fr

minho: u want me to die be honest

newt: see .

tommy: hey guys :3 been waiting for you all

y/n: awwww tommy <3 gm

tommy: morning sweetums

minho: ew stop

newt: how did you sleep?

tommy: good! used my new heated pillow

newt: not you

minho: not you

tommy: wtf

WHO THEN?? THERES LIKE 7 OTHER PPL IN HERE

minho: he means y/n

and there’s 4 other people not including newt and y/n dumbass

y/n: oh

why just me????

newt: cuz you stayed up til 6 am

y/n: ..

how do you know that

newt: i saw you were active on discord

gally: doesn’t that mean you were awake too then

newt: ok and?

minho: thats crazy newt

newt: no it isn’t

i just casually saw it

y/n: hehe

im ok i need to sleep more. sims 4 was really consuming me

why were you awake??

newt: up for work

minho: you get on discord before work?

chronically online..

newt: can you choke and pass out and hit your head please

minho: THE WAY U WANT ME DEAD IS INSANE

y/n: he’s gotta check on his discord hoes before hitting the grind

newt: there are no discord hoes

unless you count thomas

and i don’t

tommy: well why not

newt: because you disgust me

tommy: love u too :3<3

minho: y’all about to kiss aren’t you

newt: never say that shit again im outside your door with a b*mb

minho: why censor it

just blow me up it’s my grandmas house anyway. u want to jump her that bad????

gally: blow that bitch up i say

y/n: HELLO???!,!!

gally: minho not grandma

she loves me cuz im so tall

minho: tall people always gotta remind you they’re tall 😒

like we get it bigfoot

gally: shut up tinkerbell

y/n: you’re somewhat tall minho

minho: any man under 6’0 is considered short

y/n: yeah but newt is 6 ft trapped in a 5’10 body so not totally true

newt: what does that even mean

minho: give me a break

i can tell you exactly what that means

she wanna hit

newt: stop

tommy: don’t get his hopes up

newt: dude

stfu

y/n: what newt said

gally: can we appreciate the only one actually over 6 ft here

minho: no.

tommy: im the same height as newt!!!!

y/n: yea but ur like 3 ft trapped in a 5’10 body tommy not the same

tommy: oh ..

minho: kind of real

newt: can someone kick gally i’m tired of seeing his fucking name on my phone

gally: then turn your phone off don’t you have old ladies to tend to at the library

newt: yeah and they all love me

y/n: so real

if i was old i’d go in there and imagine you’re my young boyfriend and cling to everything u say

tommy: true im the old ladies

y/n: LMAO

minho: write a fanfic y/n why don’t you

newt: yeah you both are old and not beating the dementia allegations

y/n: IM THE YOUNGEST HERE

ur just mad you’re old as dirt

tommy: youth has left you newt and it has turn you bitter in your old age.

minho: thomas knows big words who knew

newt: which word in that sentence was big??

y/n: shut up minho

minho: wtf did i do

y/n: idk but i imagine you sitting there typing on your little phone and i got pissed

minho: WHAT???!.‘wKWHFO

newt: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

yeah chubby little fingers hitting the wrong letters on his iphone 8

minho: im leaving

tommy: dont leave i forgive you for what you said

minho: i don’t give a damn

y’all mad y’all are all fake im the realest i’ve been prophesizing and reading scriptures 7000 years before y’all fake asses were born be so for real right now

y/n: not reading that

congrats

or sorry for what happened idk

about to drink my coffee in a wine glass

tommy: just drink wine

newt: it’s noon tommy??

tommy: ok and?

newt: explains a lot

minho: no coffee for me this new year only water and pussy juice fr fr

[ newt removed minho from the group ]

tommy: woah

y/n: woah..

newt: i can’t take it anymore

alby: How did you get that access..?

newt: don’t worry about it

in times of need i have to step in like that

y/n: hi alby!

alby: Hey y/n!

tommy: you’re such a hero newt

gally: that was deserved

who wants to play minecraft rn

y/n: me!!

alby: I’ll play, I’m off work today.

y/n: let’s go to the desert i want a camel

gally: alright but then the caves after i wanna mine

newt: if you mine with her you gotta bring extra food and storage when she dies so you can pick up the fallen items

gally: i forget you’re her designated babysitter

y/n: oh please no he isn’t

and i’ll bring my own food

newt: you always say that and then leave it in the stove oven

y/n: WELL I WONT THIS TIME

newt: sure ok

i’ll get on after work

[ alby added minho to the group ]

minho: when i get you.

newt: why did you add him back alby

alby: He was harassing me.

newt: be a man and take it

gally: im leaving

[ gally left the group ]

minho: im going to throw up and die

newt: im staying out of this

minho: (guy who caused it) im staying out of this

y/n: why does gally alwyas leave 😔

newt: why question a gift from the heavens

tommy: get online y/n gally is attacking my dirt house w a pickaxe :((((

y/n: NO IM COMING

minho: im coming to your work newt

newt: okay im locking the door early then

minho: i’ll smash through the glass idc

newt: i’m leaving my shift is over at 1 today.

minho: i’ll use life360 on you

newt: i deleted that app

minho: i’ll stand in the middle of the street

newt: ok let me position my car in front of you

just come to my apartment and we can play w them on pc and xbox

minho: …. fine but i hate your guts

newt: fine

y/n: HURRY GALLY IS ATTACKING MY SHED NOOOOWWW

newt: i’ll just rebuild it

minho: i’ll set it on fire just wait

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eddies-guitar13 · 1 year

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Thomas : Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Newt: Okay.

Thomas : And make out during the scary parts.

Newt: Th-

Newt: The scary parts.

Newt: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

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astyrial · 2 months

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hold on, for me thomas x teresa (angst) synopsis: canon divergence for thomesa week word count: 1k warnings: death, bleeding, explosions masterlist | requests are open

the veins in janson's forehead pop out, thomas' fingers feeling the pulse racing through his jugular. despite janson's hands pulling at thomas' shirt, ripping sections off, he can still feel the muscles with every clench. "you'll regret thi-" janson's now gravely voice is cut off by the sound of snapping, his eyes bulging.

no amount of blood-curdling noises or the sight of janson's tongue jutting from his mouth can stop thomas' blind rage. their capture, the experiments set on them, newt's body filled with a metal bullet. all of their lives were consequently ruined by janson's actions, by his blindness for something else. thomas' hands stay wrapped around janson's throat, body limp.

the sound of explosions burst his eardrums, face red with anger. even the palm of a hand slapping the side of his face can't seem to shake him from such violence. a noise, a voice of sorts, shouts in his ear. he can't quite tell what it is, the noise a mere buzz compared to the building falling around him. "he's dead!" minho appears in front of him, shaking his shoulders to bring thomas back to his senses.

"he's dead," minho's voice softs as thomas stares back into his eyes, knowing he finally got through to the runner.

thomas finally lets go of janson's neck, bruises forming where his hands were, leaving an eerie shadow. he stumbles upwards, minho helping him stabilize before pulling him close, shouting in his ear, "we put them all out of commission! we need to go!"

two explosions rattle the storage room. minho and thomas push through the dust and debris as they run for the maintenance room, ignoring the walls crumbling around them. a piece of ceiling falls next to them, sending thomas to the ground, his arm scratched and soon to be bruised. minho grabs at thomas's arms, one hand under his armpit, pulling him until his feet can gain traction.

the ground rumbles as another explosion goes off in a nearby room, throwing minho against a wall. his body slams into the wall, a groan leaving his lips. "we need to hurry!" thomas shouts, pulling minho, trying to throw minho's arm over his shoulder.

minho stumbles to follow him, nearly running into brenda who appeared from another hallway. as thomas lays eyes on her, he instantly thinks to teresa. where is she? is she injured, dead? as if he manifested her himself, she runs up to them, tumbling through the rocky flooring.

she's dirty, blood smeared around different parts of her clothing. teresa's gaze lands on thomas, the sight of a large piece of ceiling tearing from the rest of it. she shouts for him, running towards him, "get out of the way!"

just as she jumps towards him, the piece falls from the ceiling. every part of her wanted to make up for the pain she had caused thomas, even if she believed in wicked's intentions. she wanted to watch him grow old with happiness in a free land. she wanted him to love her just as she did for him. maybe, in a way, he does, especially when he takes the last second to push her away.

the ceiling collapses onto thomas' legs and midsection. it crushes his bones and organs, blood seeping onto the tile flooring. "thomas!" her voice screeches at a tone that never seemed possible for her, completing taking over the sounds of rocks colliding around them.

his face is covered in grime, and she can't help but run to him, yelling his name again. she pictures him nearly dying to gally, the spear just nearly colliding with him. the thought of wicked taking a saw to his skull, blood splattering. he could've died in so many ways, in so many times. yet, now, when all he could've done is let teresa do the right thing, he can't stop it.

"thomas! please! please, i can't do this without you! i'm sorry!"

he looks over at her, eyes meeting hers, watching as the blue fades into a clouded gray. his mouth barely moves, the sounds of his voice quiet and only audible as she moves in closer, "me too... i only ever cared for..."

his lips stop moving, time freezes around teresa and all she can do is watch, "thomas, just hang on a little longer! please! you have to hang on just a little longer!"

she brings her hands up to his face, pushing back the hair that hung down, "thomas, just a little longer, for me." tears build up in her eyes, cascading only after it begins to blur her vision. for a moment, she realizes that that could've been her. teresa could've been the one to have left thomas alive. she could've taken the easier route than being alive without the only person she ever truly loved.

teresa's hands pull from him as someone yanks her away from thomas. they pull vigorously, her body numb and unable to fight whoever had the strength to still save her. after everything she did, after everyone decided she was the betrayer. they still pulled her through the rubble and continuous falling of the building around them. when she finally catches a glimpse of who was pulling her, minho, she knew that this was her defining moment.

minho, the man who hated her since the building, the one who never trusted her, saved her. maybe it was because she attempted to save thomas. maybe it was because he knew that thomas would've done anything to save her if he had the chance, and that was enough for him. she held back tears and strengthened herself enough to make it through the maintenance door with them.

on the other side is a flat trans, the room empty of any other people. she looks over at minho and quickly follows him towards the flat trans. the echos of flames crackling behind them accompany the thick booming of the building slowly falling and crushing every room with it. any second they could be dead, but all teresa could think of before jumping forward into the icy grey wall is thomas.

a/n: i hope you all enjoyed (or at least at much as you can lol)! @thomesa-week

#thomesaweek2024 #day two #thomesaweek2024 day two #thomesa #tmr #the maze runner #tmr thomas #tmr teresa #the death cure #the maze runner fanfic

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notthiscoolkid · 11 days

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I'm currently writing the last chapter. If I finish this shit, I swear I'll write more and more because I'm obsessed. Re-reading the first book in the Maze Runner trilogy is so fun. I notice a lot of things that I didn't pay attention to when i was reading before. And i have so many headcanons about Newtmas. For example when Newt and Thomas are sleeping together. Newt always wrapped his arms around Tommy.

[Btw i write in polish not English because the descriptions of EVERYTHING is just easier to me in my native language. But if you want to read it in yours, put it in the translator. The language is not intricate or complicated so it should be well translated]

#the maze runner #the maze runner fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #newt maze runner #newtmas #thomas maze runner #james dashner #book canon #bookblr #fanfic #the maze runner fanfic #newtmasfanfic #book thomas #book newt #minho is so iconic #book maze runner

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sleeplessdiablo · 5 months

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can someone make new gally ff? im craaaaving

#the maze runner fanfic #the maze runner #wattpad #wattpad fanfiction #dylan o'brien #thomas brodie sangster #ki hong lee #will poulter #kaya scodelario #tmr x reader #tmr teresa #tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr minho #tmr gally #tmr #tmr brenda

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afyrian · 3 days

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chapter 1 masterlist

"NO!" Ben charges at the maze doors, his eyes locking on Minho, "MINHO! Alby! Don't do this!"

His voice rattles Minho, Ben's eyes wide with betrayal written in every tear. Pupils sharp, Minho stares right back at him, unable to move his attention. "You can't do this to me!"

Ben reaches the towering doors; however, they're too tight a fit for him. Loose bits of concrete fall to the ground as he lets out another scream. Nothing, not the changing, not even a griever's sting, could cause quite a scream to rip from his lungs. Cause him to want to rip his vocal cords out and hope that something may give him a saving grace.

He pounds against the maze walls, writhing in pain as the concrete bruises his hands. The mossy vines rub against his forearm, the only thing sending a calming sensation through him. His lungs fill half way before he needs to let a breath out, panic now setting in. "Please!" Ben's voice becoming too hoarse for his pleads to pass through the wall.

It's quiet, his arms and feet growing tired. "Please..." his eyes water, body sliding against the concrete doors until he's on the floor.

Tears drip onto his hands, the dirt on his hands finally showing as it mixes into a muddy substance. He brings his hands up to his face, laying down against the concrete flooring. Bits of rocks poking into his back and legs. When he lifts his hands from his eyes, the sky has started to grow dark. Shadows merge with the rest of the emerging darkness and Ben's situation truly dawns on him.

No one has ever survived a night in the maze, nor found a way to escape. How could he possibly be the first? His heart beats quickly as he grabs ahold of the bag that they had thrown to him. While sitting up, he opens the bag and starts digging through the items. There's some fruit, veggies, and granola wrapped up. A couple bottles of water hide behind the bundle of food. Rope and other materials make an appearance alongside a note in an inside pocket.

Ben scrambles to open it, looking at the lined paper like it's the last thing he'll ever see. The feeling of the thin paper between his fingers is the only thing keeping him grounded. The feeling of the glade. Of every time he's flipped between the pages of a notepad, talking to Minho about his time in the maze. He stares down at the note, lip trembling as tears fall onto the paper.

His name is written at the top as if it's a decree for his head on a spike. The signature style of the sloppy b only leaves him to believe that Minho wrote it. Ben furrows his eyebrows, thumb running along the paper as he reads. The lines of pain and torture hit his heart harder than anything any of the other gladers could've written.

The mini map at the bottom of the page, uneven and poorly designed, is what sends the ink blurring. There are small notes etched alongside the locations, showing how the maze will appear the next day. Minho used a pen to write what Ben had already knew, took the time to sketch something out in the case that his mind can't think straight.

Ben leans the back of his head against the concrete doors. Letting the paper slip from his fingers and lay against the ground. He finally looks up at his surroundings, watching as the darkness over takes the maze. The only lights in sight are the ones somehow carrying over the maze doors. Flickering from a supposed bonfire. However, the shadows of those dancing and playing aren't there. It seems, there's a somber feeling inside and outside the maze.

A clicking noise echoes down the maze halls, Ben's breath hitching as the sound carries through his ear drums. He hurriedly grabs the paper, crumpling it in his hand before stuffing it into the backpack that the gladers supplied. Ben throws the straps around his shoulders, clipping the clasp across his chest. His shoes slide a little against the slick spots of the concrete flooring as he runs forward.

"Oh shuck," Ben whispers to himself, reaching a spot in sector two that he's not totally familiar with.

It branches in two directions, one left, one right. Click.... Click... The noise grows louder as Ben pulls the paper from the backpack, looking at the locations of the walls. Ben's jaw clenches before taking a right, hand stuffing the paper into his front pocket. His heart beats quicker with each step and each turn he takes.

He takes a turn quickly, stopping in his tracks as he spots a griever a ways down. Its body moves unnaturally, the fleshy parts thick and overtaking the space of the hallway. His eyes can't seem to move from it and the stingers that carry the same venom that sent him through the changing. Air audibly leaves his mouth, body stuck like a deer in headlights.

Ben swallows a thick ball of mucus, lips trembling at the sight of the thing. He takes a step back, staring the griever down. When he takes another step back, he steps on a dried out ivy branch, a thick crack resonating in his ears. However, he isn't the only one who heard the nauseating sound. The griever's body moves in his direction, spinning like a ball.

He breaths heavily, spinning in place and running down the hallway he had just come from. With every noise it makes, he loses track of where he is within the maze, every turn he takes contradicts his knowledge of the maze. Especially with the thought that every turn he takes to escape will reveal another griever ready to rip his head from his shoulders.

He takes a final turn, one that should've carried some forethought. When he looks up, all he can see is a hole in the ground and a large wall blocking him from running elsewhere. He looks back, listening to the sounds of chittering and clicking getting ever so closer. Even the sounds of the sloshing, gummy body sticking to the walls and flooring echo through his ears.

Ben's always been a runner, always on the balls of his feet. Even if it's just a bonfire night, he still jumps back and forth between his feet. Now, though, he feels stuck to the floor. His body weighing down at his senses overwhelming him. The sight of the distance of the hole, the sound of the griever taking another turn, the smell of dirt and vines.

Even for a second, he wonders if this is where he's meant to be. If he's meant to die on this hill, if he deserves it. Something in his mind clicks as he hears the paper crinkling when he turns to look towards where the griever is coming. Minho made a map for a reason, left a note for a reason. This isn't the end of Ben's story, he isn't going to let it be the last chapter.

a/n: my first miniseries here!! i hope you all enjoy

#his time isn’t finished #the maze runner #the maze runner fanfiction #the maze runner fanfic #tmr #tmr ben #the maze runner ben #tmr fanfic #tmr fanfiction

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Newt

• The cure

Thomas

• New Glader

Gally

• Run to me

Harriet

• The Scorch (Fem!Reader)

• The little things (Fem!Reader)

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saltwaterburns · 2 days

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Teresa & Thomas are endgame AND I'M TIRED. OF YOU GUYS. ACTING LIKE THEY AREN'T.

#the maze runner #tmr #tmr thomas #tmr teresa #thomas and teresa #the maze runner headcanons #the maze runner drabble #the maze runner fanfic

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sunnyie-eve · 8 months

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13 || The Right Arm

Series: Trust | Maze Runner (Thomas x OFC)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

We all end up getting in Bertha and I was sitting between Minho and Aris while Newt was in the front with Jorge and the rest in the back. We go as far as we can with the vehicle then all get out.

"Well, I guess we're on foot." Jorge says so we all begin to walk.

"Thomas." I saw what looked like a bullethole. As he gets closer a shit is fired making him grab me, pulling me to cover with him and Jorge.

"Take cover!" Newt yells.

"Hey, is everyone okay out there?" Thomas asks everyone.

"We're fine." Teresa shouts.

"Anyone know where those bloody shots came from?" Newt shouts.

"Up in the mountains. Sniping." I say making myself small between Jorge and Thomas.

"That son is a bitch, Marcus. He led us into an ambush." Jorge looks for something and Thomas peaks over the hood making another shot come at us.

"Idiot!" I pull him down.

"What do we do?" Thomas asks Jorge.

"Here. Hold this." He hand me a bomb.

"We gotta create a diversion. You get ready to chuck it." I give him a look but nod my head. "Everybody. Get ready to sprint back to the truck! And hold your ears!" Jorge tells them and as he counts down we stop to the sound of guns.

"Drop it." A girl tells me so I do. They tell us to get up so we do and the rest join us as we all have our hands up.

"Aris?" One of the girls puts down her gun saying his name so we look at him.

"Oh, my god. Harriet?" He says as she shows her face.

"My god. What the hell are you doing here?" She hugs him.

"Aris, you're lucky we didn't shoot your dumb ass." The other girl hugs him.

"Uh what's happening?" Minho asks.

"We were in the maze together." Aris tells us.

"We're clear, guys! Come on out!" Harriet whistles and we see the people come out then they lead us in. "We're taking them to base." Harriet says.

"Wait, so, how did you guys get here?" Aris asks them.

"The Right Arm got us out." She tells him.

"Wait. Wait. The Right Arm? Do you know where they are?" Thomas asks her. "Hop in." She opens the jeep door.

After some little ways we stop and get out of the cars to a base camp with people. "They've been planning this for over a year now." Harriet says walking us.

"You guys are lucky you found us when you did. We're moving out at first light." Sonya tells us.

"Who's Vince?" Thomas asks.

"He's the one who decides if you get to stay." Harriet tells him.

"Thought the Right Arm is supposed to be an army." Thomas speaks.

"Yeah, we were. This is all that's left of us." A man, who's probably Vince, walks up to us. "Lot of good people died getting us this far. Who are they?" He asks the girls.

"They're Immunes. Caught 'em coming up the mountain." Harriet tells him.

"Did you check 'em?" He asks.

"I know this guy, Aris. I trust him." She points back at her.

Brenda falls down trying to breathe and I remember the bite as they check her making the Right Arm freak out. We try to stop him from shooting her, "Vince, that's enough! Let him go." A woman rushes over to us.

"She's infected, Doc. There's nothing we can do for her." He tells her as she makes eye contact with me, "Lizzie...No, but he can and so can she." She looks at Thomas now. "Hello Thomas, Elizabeth." We look at her confused. "You know us?" He asks her.

"Interesting. It makes sense they'd put you in the maze. Though I must admit... I was worried they'd kill you after what you did." She talks to Thomas.

"What I did?" He asks her.

"The first time we spoke, you said you couldn't take it anymore... watching your friends die, one by one. The last time we spoke... You gave me the coordinates of every Wicked compound, trial and lab." She tells him.

"He was our source." Vince looks at him.

"We couldn't have pulled all this off without him." She says before telling us to follow her.

"How do you know me though?" I ask her as we walk.

As we get to the tent she stops turning to face me, "Because you're my little girl." She tears up, making stare at her.

"You're li-little girl?" A tear slides down my cheek as Thomas watches us.

She smiles, nodding her head taking my hand into hers, "I'm glad you are okay." She pulls me into a hug and I hug her back crying because it felt right. Of course I knew I had to have parents but getting to see one finally even though I don't remember felt really good.

"Okay, we need to go help your friend." She takes us inside and Thomas rubs my back giving me a smile.

As she takes Thomas's blood she explains why they wanted us and that she used to work with them a long time ago. She explained Wicked didn't care about us as long as they found a cure. She and Jorge start to leave but I call her back for a second.

"Can you explain to me more... about me... you?" I make her smile as she sits down.

"When I worked for Wicked and they started to change their ways... I tried to get you out but they dragged you away from me. I fought so hard to get you back but Ava wouldn't have it, she had to have you just like all the others. When I was no longer a part of Wicked and Thomas contacted me he gave me updates on you in the maze. Remember how I said he hated seeing his friends die... Well, he hated seeing you struggle. That first month you were there alone... Thomas couldn't live with himself wishing he could've done something. He cried to me about how he promised-," I cut her off for a second.

"I promise you will be okay. I won't let anything happen to you." I say what I remembered when I was out.

"Since you both don't remember much before the maze, I'll let you both know you were super close since you first met each other. Even though most of the time you were kept apart, you always found your way back to each other. I'm gonna get you a warmer jacket." She gives me a smile, leaving us with Brenda.

"You met your mom." Thomas finally speaks up so I nod my head. "How do you remember what I said?" He asks me.

"After passing out I remembered getting taken away to go into the maze." I explain to him.

"Why did you back away?" He messes with his hands.

"Huh?" I play dumb.

"After the kiss? Why did you back away?" He asks again.

"I hallucinated Gally dead then Newt as a crank." I look down.

"I saw Newt too the Grievers." He gets up coming to sit next to me.

"Why did you? You know, kiss me?" I look at him.

"It felt right. All the small things I can remember about you and now your mom saying how we were... just makes sense. Get what I mean?" He looks at me.

"Yeah, I mean I trusted you right away.... I'm gonna go find my mom and her that jacket." I get up and leave the tent.

"There you are." She smiles as I walk up to her and Vince.

"You remember how I always talk about my daughter, well this is her. Vince meet Elizabeth, Elizabeth meet Vince." She smiles at him.

He looks at me surprised then smiles nodding his head, "I can see it. Glad to have you with us now. Your mother always tells me stories about you before everything happened. I've always hoped she would get to see you again, and I would get the chance to meet you." He gives me a smile, putting an arm around my mom.

"Well here I am." I wave my hands up smiling.

"Oh, I forgot your jacket. I'll be right back." My mom leaves us.

"Can I ask you a question?" I eye Vince.

"Of course." He crosses his arms.

"Is there something going on between you and my mom?" I raise an eyebrow and he laughs.

"I care about her. She's a wonderful woman. Puts a lot of work into this." He tells me.

"I didn't ask for your opinion about her." I cross my arms laughing as my mom comes back handing me the jacket.

"What's so funny?" She laughs.

"Liz was asking if anything is going on between us." He tells her and she laughs.

"We care about each other." She joins his side.

"It's a simple yes or no question." I laughed at them so they looked at each other. I knew the look. It's the look I always gave Gally when we first started getting close. "I know the answer. I'm gonna go find my friends. If that's okay?" I put on the jacket.

"I saw them that way." She points in the direction. "Okay. Thank you, mom." I say making her get a big smile. I rush over to give her a hug again not wanting to let go as I cry.

"Ava! That is my daughter! You can't just take her away from me!" My mother screams as Wicked men try dragging me out of her arms. "Yes, I can, Mary. She belongs to and with Wicked thanks to you working with us and bringing her here." Ava tells her as I cry, holding on to my mom's arms. "Mom please don't let them take me!" I cry out before being ripped from her arms. "No! She's mine! Give her back to me! Elizabeth! Please! Not my baby!" I see my mother being held back as I'm dragged out of the room.

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pixels [ newt x reader - modern text au ]

ch. 3 - infamous minecraft night

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

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n: yooo newt get on!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You think?" Newt echoed, amused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I added you back!" Alby corrected him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" They all bellowed out in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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gayjesus2023 · 7 days

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the maze runner p.1

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(Disclaimer: if I mess up some things about the female body I am very sorry!!!(fw: none (that I know of), potentially a little course language))

wc: 0.5k (beginner story)

back story: when the only girl in the pit died when she tried escaping the maze. The people of the laboratory freaked and had to get a girl back into the maze . Until one of the scientist had a plan…

“Where the fuck am i. It’s like a cage, why am I in a cage” you thought to yourself. You screamed for help but all it did was echo through the channel that brought you up. Until the box came to a stop, the doors opened and it took a moment for the light to make friends with your eyes. You could see people, multiple people all of them had big shoulders. So you knew they where all men you were carried out by two of them and hauled into a hut. Some of the boys waited around you then ,one boy told you “It’s ok darling” then you saw darkness.

You woke up after what felt like 3 minutes but when you woke up and saw the same person who said “it’s alright darling” to you. He was blond and you thought that he was a little British. as soon as you saw him, he ran out of the room and got 2 other guys both of them where American but they all stared at you. You focused on your surroundings the blonde one was the British one and the two Americans looked really sporty. Like Runners.

When you fully woke up. No one was around. when you stood up It felt weird, but all you could focus on was your skin. So you walked into the woods behind the little Hut and soon found a little waterway running through the woods, you stripped down and it felt like you just bathed in holy water. Fuck it felt good. It felt like you haven’t eaten in days. you got out and dried your clean body. “ I knew you would be here somewhere” you look over and it’s one of the American boys. he was leaning on a tree. cutting his nails with his teeth “I’m Thomas, call me Tom.” he was handsome with brown hair and a dirty black shirt with beige short cargo pants.

“actually I was just about to come and have a bath, but I guess not” he says coming closer the the water. You and him were on opposite sides of the river. “just wait there” a few minutes past and he brings back a dirty white shirt and some long gray jeans. “look away” you say “Oh! She talks now” you laugh. It was silent for a moment “uhm T-Tom.. do you have any pads or maybe tampons” you hear Tomas breathe for a second. Do you want to overlap your underwear?”

after you finish getting changed you walk out and Thomas is leaning on a tree looking into the thick mist that covers the trees in the distance. As soon as he sees you he looks at you, his eyes move up and down your body. “Hey… I’m sorry I forgot to mention my name… it’s Y/N baby the way” he smiles “hey Y/N … I’m sorry that we don’t have those lady… stuff. But I’m sure we can make something..” before he finishes his scentence there’s a boy running towards Tom. “who’s that…” Tom turns around. “Oh that’s Minho… right you don’t know anyone here”

Minho stops and talks to Tom. “he wants to see her. All the guys think it’s him who deserve.. well except for me chuck and newt and a few others.” he looks at you and smiles. “Your going to want to meet someone” he says smiling greedily.

-book note: eeeek first post. I’ve been looking forward to posting this but if you want me to continue just tell me and I might continue this… (next part at 150 likes)

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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The Power of Suffering - Part 1 (Gally x OC)

Summary: Joan was the only survivor from her own maze, rescued by the Right Arm nearly a year ago. But now she was going out with them to try and save some other kids just like her. Only what they find is a boy barely clinging to life - and she is determined to save him.

Pairing: Gally x OC (Joan)

Word Count: 3675

Warnings: blood, death mention, canon typical violence, sloppy medical procedures, canon divergence, background original characters

ONE | TWO | THREE

“Do you trust me?” Nellie had asked her, holding up the tracking device they had pulled from the Griever's corpse.

Joan looked up at her, her hands still covered in the blood of her friends that she had tried to save but couldn’t, and nodded her head. Whatever was out there had to be better than staying in here.

“I trust you,” she had whispered in return, taking her friend’s other hand and making a break for possible freedom. Only a handful of their group was left, and they all followed them into the labyrinth.

The Maze twisted and turned in seemingly random directions, but Nellie appeared to know exactly where she was going, her eyes focused and her tired face lifted in hope. They came to a bridge, the doors on the other side already opening to reveal a path that lead away from the Maze. The group of girls, Joan included, dared to smile as they jogged across the bridge.

But the smiles all dropped and screams filled the air when Grievers started crawling up the sides of the bridge, grabbing anyone they could get their mechanical claws around. Including Nellie. Joan screamed, pulled with all her might to keep her friend at her side, but she wasn’t strong enough. Nellie was ripped from her and thrown over the side of the bridge, just as the Grievers began to shut down and fall from the bridge themselves.

Through the doors came a group of masked men, wearing dark clothes and carrying guns held aloft and ready to fire, but their guns immediately lowered when they saw Joan trembling alone on the bridge. Tears streamed down her red cheeks, green eyes large and terrified as they approached her.

“We’re with the Right Arm — you’re safe now. Safe from WCKD.”

The truck went over a bump in the desert, stirring Joan from her revery and forcing her back into the present. They were going to another Maze facility, the Right Arm chapter based near the Last City, and as their resident Combat Medic, she had been ordered to go along. Ever since she had been given the order her mind had been wandering back to that day she was saved from her own Maze. All she knew was that she was thankful that they had saved her from that hell, but they had been too late to save any of her friends. To save Nellie.

Joan took those thoughts and crumpled them into a ball, forcing them down into her throat and into a dark place within herself where they would let her focus on the job that needed to be done. It had been nearly a year. She had hoped that the memories would have faded by now. Instead, they were still sharp and dangerous and painful.

Beckett, the man in charge of the mission, turned back from talking to the driver, “Alright, we’re almost there gentleman — and Joan. Remember, we’re here to rescue the kids, not destroy the place.”

“But if it happens along the way?” Farley asked from beside Joan, making the other men in the unit chuckle beneath their breath.

“Two birds with one stone I suppose.” Beckett cracked a smile, causing the other men to stomp their feet and holler in excitement.

Joan only betrayed a small smile before she ducked down and did her triple check of her medical bag. IV fluids. Tourniquets. Bandages. Morphine. Gloves. Antiseptic. She hoped that she didn’t have to use any of it. That her role was only a precaution instead of a necessity. But she had a feeling that wasn’t going to be the case on this mission.

The truck came to a sudden halt, and before she knew it Beckett was leading the unit inside the massive WCKD Maze facility. Memories tried to uncrumple themselves and come back into the light, but she forced them back into their corner where they belonged as she ran in through the doors that Farley held open.

All the monitors had been turned off. There was broken glass all over the place. And two bodies lay on the floor.

“Farley, stay with Joan in here, we’re going into the Maze to look for more kids.” Beckett signaled the rest of the unit to follow him further into the darkness.

Joan went into autopilot as she dropped down onto her knees beside the first body she came across. It was a boy no older than thirteen, his eyes still open and a massive red stain covering his shirt. She reached up to check his pulse and wasn’t surprised when she didn’t feel that familiar beat beneath her fingers. Farley looked at her expectantly, only to grimace when she shook her head solemnly. She closed the young boy's eyes before moving onto the next body.

Another boy, with a spear sticking out of his chest. God, what happened here? Joan had to wonder as she rolled him onto his back so she could check his pulse. He was around her age, maybe a little older, with sandy blonde hair and built like a tree. He was handsome in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Two fingers on his carotid artery she prayed for a pulse, and she gasped when she felt a faint and slow throb where she assumed there would be nothing.

“He’s alive!” she shouted, quickly grabbing her medical kit and taking a further assessment of the damage that had been done to his body as she cut away his shirt with her pair of medical shears.

In the Maze, she had been the medic because somebody had to be, because she was the one unlucky enough to step in when someone hurt themselves the first time. Now it was a choice. A choice to help people in need every day that she loved to make.

He had already bled out quite a bit, but the spear stopped the majority of the blood that was probably building up inside his chest cavity from escaping. He was going to need surgery if he was going to live, but she couldn’t just open him up right there, she didn’t have the equipment for that or the knowledge. From the discoloration of his face and the sweat on his brow, she could assume that he had been stung by one of the Grievers, so he was going to need serum as well.

As she pulled on her gloves she ordered, “Farley, put pressure around the wound.”

“You mean the spear?” The man built akin to a bear dropped down to the floor immediately, and put his hands on the boy’s chest.

“He’ll live — “ she said, more to herself than anything else as she pulled out the one vile of serum she had brought with her, “As long as we get him back to base. He’ll live.”

“Joanie,” Farley said softly, “We’re three days from base.”

She had nearly forgotten.

“Well, we’ll have to make due here then.” She looked up at Farley as she administered the serum, “Are you with me?”

He looked at the young girl, unsure if he really wanted this total stranger’s life in his hands. He was a soldier, not a medic. But Joan couldn’t do this alone, and he didn’t want the kid to die either. So he agreed with a nod of his head.

Joan, on the other hand, hadn’t even stopped to confirm with Farley. She knew she needed to act fast if this was going to work. After injecting him with a dose of morphine for the pain, though she highly doubted he would wake up for at least a few days, she pulled from her bag a scalpel, a ton of bandages, a chest tube, stitching needle, and fishing wire.

She handed Farley a few of the bandages and picked up the scalpel.

“On three you’re gonna take the spear out.”

“I’m gonna what?”

“One — “

“Wait, Joanie, I don’t think — “

“Two — “

“Oh, my God.”

“Three.”

Farley pulled the spear out of the boy’s chest with a grunt and threw it to the side as Joan quickly covered the gaping hole with bandages.

“Put pressure on that. Pressure,” she said as she picked up the scalpel and the chest tube, “Now I have to make an incision between his fourth and fifth ribs in order to get the blood and extra air out of his lungs.”

“What about his heart?” Farley asked, eyes trained on Joan’s steady hands as they drove the scalpel into the boy’s side.

“If the spear had hit his heart he’d be dead.” She inserted the chest tube into the cut she had made and blood began to trickle out of it and onto the floor.

“Now what do we do?” Farley asked.

“We wait for the blood to stop. Then I can close the wound.”

She was finishing the last stitch when the rest of the unit returned from the Maze without any newcomers in tow.

“They’re all gone. Must have been taken to some other facility before we got here,” Beckett explained, his eyes locked on Joan at work, “What about the other one?”

“Didn’t make it,” she replied as she tied off the last stitch on the cut she had made on his side.

“Walter, Jameson — take him outside and bury him. He deserves at least that,” Beckett sighed, “What about this one?”

“He might still live,” she answered as she began packing up her kit, looking up at Beckett with a near pleading look, “As long as we get him back to base as fast as we can so he can get some real treatment. This is a patch job at best. He needs to be opened up and I can’t — can’t do that.”

“Right. Johnson, get the rescue board and load him into the truck. Joan, stay with him.”

The three-day ride back to base was torturous, slow, and touch and go at best. Joan had to constantly monitor his heart rate and breathing, his bandages had to be replaced every few hours, and she was so terrified that he was going to die that she didn’t sleep the entire time. He had to live. She needed him to live. They had been through the same thing, had lived through the Maze and were free, and she wanted him to have that same chance she did. That same chance to finally live instead of survive.

So she held his hand for three days straight, willing him to last just a little bit longer.

As soon as they arrived back at base, the Last City looming over their heads, the boy from the Maze was rushed to the medical wing where an actual doctor could treat his wound. Joan followed dutifully behind him, her eyes blurred from lack of sleep and her hands shaky. The doctor told her to go get some rest as soon as he saw her, but she refused, saying that she needed to see this through to the very end. And so she sat in on the procedure to seal the wound on his lung and remove the rest of the fluids from his chest cavity. It was only when he was resting on a cot in the medical wing that she finally fell asleep. Laying in the spare cot she had pulled up next to his bed.

He didn’t wake up for another four days. And all that time she stayed by his side. Checking his vitals, renewing his IV, replacing his bandages. She only left to eat and help with other patients. Everyone around base knew that it was not her sense of medical duty that kept her with the boy from the Maze, it was far more personal than that. It was the fact that they were one and the same, Joan and this stranger. They both were survivors, they were both immunes. There was no one else in the Right Arm who Joan could relate to, except the boy lying unconscious in the medical wing.

It was bright and early on his fourth day after being brought to base that his eyes slowly peeled open, revealing blue eyes like the sky above. He, of course, immediately tried to sit up and possibly leave where he was lying, but Joan was there to force him back down with a gentle smile.

“Hey, hey, hey, its okay! It’s okay! You’re safe now!” she assured him. Even in his weakened state, she had a hard time fighting back against his strength.

“Safe? What the hell does that mean?” His voice was rough and harsh, it nearly made her flinch.

“You’re out of the Maze — for one thing.” He finally stopped resisting her hands as he finally let her ease him back onto the cot, “And you’re no longer in WCKD’s hands. You’re with the Right Arm — you’re really free.”

“Where’s the others?”

“We don’t know.” She didn’t see the point in lying to him, he seemed like the kind that could tell that she was and would get the truth out of her one way or another, “You were the only one left when we got there.”

“They left me there,” He whispered, his face contorting in pain as he rested his head back on the pillows.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

He glared at her for a moment, wondering if he could really trust her, but he seemed to resolve something to himself before he answered, “Gally.”

“Nice to meet you, Gally. I’m Joan. Are you in pain?” Joan quickly stood up straight and rushed over to the medical supply cabinet by his cot, “I’ll give you a dose of morphine then we can check your vitals.”

He didn’t say anything in return, only continued to stare up at the vaulted church ceilings of the Right Arm base. She gave him the dose through his IV line then grabbed her stethoscope to test his heart and lung function. Pressing the stethoscope to his still shirtless chest, she listened to his heart for a moment, the beat of it strong and healthy in her ears.

“Your heart sounds good.” After helping him sit up against his pillow she moved the instrument to where his lungs would be in his chest cavity and instructed, “I need you to take a deep breath for me.”

He complied after a moment, but seemed to struggle to take in as much air as he used to, his eyes going blurry for a moment before he let out the breath with a huff. He stared up at her calm face for a moment, taking in her soft features and the even softer look in her eyes before mumbling, “Why can’t I breathe?”

“Do you want the long version or the short version?” she asked, but when he didn’t respond she rolled her eyes, “Long version it is then. You were stabbed with a spear. It missed your heart but tore up your left lung pretty bad. When we found you I patched you up as best I could — but it wasn’t till we got back here that the damage to your lung could be addressed.”

“Can we switch to the short version now?”

Joan grinned as she sat back down on the cot beside him, “Fine. In short, you only have one good lung.”

“Joanie!” Beckett’s loud voice suddenly rang out through the nearly empty medical wing, “You were supposed to radio when the kid woke up!”

“Sorry! Sorry! I just wanted to check his vitals first.” She scrambled from the cot, appearing nervous for the first time as she fiddled with the buttons on her long jacket, “Everything looks good. The wounds are healing nicely and his heart is strong.”

“Thank you, Joanie, but I think the kid can speak for himself now. Go check on the other patients while I talk to him — alone.” Beckett rested his hands on the collar of his kevlar vest and watched in bemusement as Joan bristled before turning on her heel and heading across the room. He then looked down at the boy from the Maze, whose eyes remained focused on Joan even from across the room, “Name’s Beckett, second in command around here. What can we call you?”

“Who’s she?” He ignored Beckett’s question, much to his annoyance.

“She’s the girl who saved your life,” Beckett sighed, looking over his shoulder at Joan as she changed another patient’s bandages with a smile, “Didn’t sleep for three days to make sure you didn’t die.”

“Why?”

Beckett scooted the cot closer and took a seat before answering, “She’s like you. We saved her from a Maze nearly a year ago.”

“What do you want with me?”

“How ‘bout you answer one of my questions first,” Beckett said, “What’s your name, kid?”

“Gally.”

“Okay, Gally, you’re here because you have something that Lawrence wants. It’s why Joan’s here too, actually.”

Gally glanced back over at Joan across the room. She had moved on to another patient. One she was talking animatedly with about something as she took their blood pressure. Why had he felt the need to look at her? He knew the answer but hated it just the same. He felt comfortable in her presence. The simple sight of her was familiar and kind in this place where he knew no one. He was left behind by everyone he could ever remember, yet she, a total stranger, stayed awake for three days straight so he wouldn’t die. As far as he was concerned, she was the only one he could trust in this place.

“Who’s Lawrence? And what could we have that he could possibly want?” Gally looked back to Beckett with cold, hard eyes that even made the grown man feel a bit intimidated.

“Lawrence is in charge around here — and you two have what a lot of people around here want. Immunity.” Beckett’s eyes turned dark, “Once you’re fit to move Lawrence wants to meet you.”

Gally swallowed thickly, “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Listen, we’re not the bad guys, kid,” Beckett sighed, gaze back to normal as he stood from the cot, “The bad guys are the ones who kept you in that maze. We’re only trying to help.”

“Sounds like you’re only trying to use me.”

“You’ll feel differently when you meet him.” Beckett smirked as he gave Gally’s shoulder a pat, “See you when you’re better, kid. Bye, Joanie!”

The blonde looked up from where she was cleaning a mess from the floor with a smile and wave to Beckett as he left. Once the mess was clean she went back to Gally with a clean shirt for him to put on.

“Beckett’s a good guy, I promise.” She smiled nervously as she bunched the shirt at the collar to slip it over his head, “Once you get to know him, anyway.”

“I don’t think I wanna get to know him.” Gally winced as he lent forward.

Brows furrowed in contemplation, Joan sat down on the edge of his cot and gently put the shirt over his head and helped him to get his arms through the holes. He was strong, that much was for sure. But his body was also littered with scars. Most were old and faded to white, others were more recent and still pink. He was a boy torn apart and put back together again and again. And she could see that same tearing and breaking clouding his blue eyes.

“Look. No one’s gonna make you stay here against your will. Not Beckett. Not even Lawrence. If you wanna leave, you have every right to. But I will say this about the Right Arm — they give you a chance to be a better person than you were in the Maze. A chance to make up for lost time. A chance to help. WCKD needs to be stopped — and the Right Arm are the only ones doing anything about it.”

“Is that why you stayed? For a second chance?”

Joan looked down at his hand thoughtfully before she took it. His hands were much larger than her own. And even though her hands were not Lilly soft, his were infinitely rougher. Fighter’s hands, maybe even builder’s hands. She could feel him tense when she touched him, but she refused to let go. Knowing just how important touch could be after the Maze.

“I couldn’t save anyone in my Maze. Any of my friends. But here I’ve saved hundreds of people. Helped even more than that. Makes me feel like a human instead of…”

“An animal?” Gally suggested with a tone of understanding he couldn’t fully comprehend.

“Yeah. Exactly.” Joan smiled as she stood from his cot, “Now, get some rest, Gally. Big day tomorrow.”

After helping him lay back down she turned to the cot she’d been sleeping on for the past four nights and gathered her things. A blanket she knitted herself. Her pillow. And a worn hardcover book.

“You read?” Gally asked when he noticed the book held delicately in her hands. Almost like it was sacred. Almost as if he didn’t want her to leave him.

“Yes. I love to read. Aren’t many books around anymore though. Most of them burnt up in the Scorch.” Joan looked down to the cover fondly, tracing her fingers over where the title used to be written in gold, “It’s the only one I’ve got. Bought it from a shady man closer to the city.”

“What book is it?”

“Little Women. I read from it every day.”

Gally hesitated for a moment, questioning his motives as to why he wanted her to stay with him for just a little bit longer, but then he gave in and asked quietly, almost sheepishly, “Would you read it to me?”

“Of course!” Joan immediately dropped back down to the cot and cracked open the book, “I was about halfway through — but I’ll start at the beginning.”

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug …

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everybody loves somebody sometime minho x thomas (fluff) synopsis: the boys find a surprise on a supply run word count: 1.7k warnings: anxious!minho masterlist | requests are open

"this building looks shucked, there's no way there's anything in there- thomas, where are you going?" minho's shoulders drop as he runs into the building, wondering what could compel thomas to run off on his own like that. especially with so many cranks on the loose.

when he enters the large house-like structure, there's an array of homely goods left behind. furniture, video games from a world far left behind. minho takes a step back with his eyes wide at the array of objects filling the room. he even reaches for a jar, filled with something like a jam.

"tom, where'd you go? you have to see some of this stuff," minho looks at the label on the jar, turning it around in his hands in amusement.

when he finally looks up, thomas is still nowhere to be seen. nowhere to be heard. minho's eyebrows furrow, his hands knocking over the jam jar while trying to set it back down. he then grabs a bat from his bag, his hands gripping the handle in case a far off crank decides to pop by.

he enters the next room over, his eyes even more amazed. it's a kitchen, a full blown kitchen. "frypan would get a kick out of this.." minho whispers as he lowers the bat, everything pulling his attention away from the matter at hand.

minho grabs a towel from the oven, the wording in some form of cursive, completely unreadable to him. he then opens a cabinet, seeing a box of cereal, some boxes for tea. due to wicked, he knew what each of them were, but had never had the chance to actually experience any of it.

and despite his deepest wants to try everything there (no matter the expiration date), the large clatter sounds out from the floor above. a ringing noise rattles through minho's ears, both of his hands immediately clutching the bat again for dear life.

the runner makes his way up the stairs, his eyes seeing thomas standing down the hall and in the last room. he has some circular thing within his hand, a small design in the center. minho sighs before shoving his bat back into his backpack. "you nearly scared the klunk out of me, i tried shouting for you. what'd you find?"

thomas looks back at minho, his hands still holding the circular device, "i saw one of these on that thing there and figured it would work as well. from what i can remember it's called a record player? something they used a lot in the late twentieth century."

"we should probably gather what we need and go," minho sets his bag down onto the bed, looking around the bedroom as well.

just like the other rooms, it has an array of beautiful furniture. pieces from a time that neither of them could remember even if they wanted to. from the wood paneling to the matching wardrobes, it's captivating to the eye. thomas rolls his eyes at his fellow runner, his smile still persisting though.

he then takes off the other disc, setting a new one down onto the player. much to thomas' luck, it begins to play a sound after he presses a 'play' button. it begins out slow, the player warbling a little as it adjusts to the years of no use. then a low masculine voice begins, everybody loves somebody sometime.

everybody falls in love somehow, the music continues, minho rolling his eyes at the song. he turns to leave the room, his finger covering his ears, "i'm definitely not listening to this klunk."

thomas leans forward, his hand grabbing minho's away from his ear, something in your kiss just told me, my sometime is now. minho turns around, his eyes rolling again as he stumbles back. his feet are sloppy, his lips pursed in annoyance, "come on, give it a chance, min."

he readjusts his hand a little so it's clasped with thomas', his other hand resting on his hip, everybody finds somebody someplace. thomas' free hand rests on minho's shoulder, his fingers running along the seam of his shirt. "see this isn't too bad, is it, min?" there's no telling where love may appear, something in my heart keeps saying my someplace is here.

"slim it, tom... the music is shucked, but it is nice to get away from everything," minho holds back a smile, his eyebrow raised at his running partner, if i had it in my power, i'd arrange for every girl to have your charms.

"so what i'm hearing is that you absolutely love this? because that's what i'm hearing," thomas smiles widely, a somewhat sarcastic and cocky smile. but minho looks at it over and over again, soaking it in because it's hard to garner a smile when cranks are hunting you. then every minute, every hour, every boy would find what i found in your arms.

minho shakes his head, the two of them swaying with the music. despite the only dancing they ever committed to was around the bonfire, they moved perfectly in sync. everybody loves somebody sometime. it wasn't the first time, though, that the two finally faced the music and realized the feelings circling the air.

and although my dream was overdue, your love made it well worth waiting for someone like you. and despite the two never having danced like this, thomas initiates a spin. minho accepts it, moving through the air gracefully (or as gracefully as a runner could). "where'd you learn that move from?"

"instinct, i guess. i mean we don't know much about our time before the glade," thomas' hand returns to minho's shoulder, inching closer to the runner's neck. if i had it in my power, i would arrange for every girl to have your charms.

each of them thought constantly back to the time they entered the glade. thomas, and a couple of the others, are really the only ones who could remember things from before. he always knew he was close with a couple of the gladers. he just never knew how close. but it always felt different with minho.

like the two of them weren't closer than anyone else, but it was another sense of closeness. then every minute, every hour, every boy would find what i found in your arms. when thomas' thoughts finally clear, he truly notices minho's eyes on his. the way they shine with the sunlight's glow.

everybody loves somebody sometime. "right, you do know more than me, what were we like before the glade? what were we before the glade?" and although my dream was overdue, your love made it well worth waiting for someone like you.

"i think we were us... just us," thomas' eyebrows lower, his forehead crinkling as the song comes to a close, everybody loves somebody sometime.

minho lets go of thomas' hand, feeling as though he got too caught up in the things. that a crank could walk through the door at any time and ruin everything. that if he got too distracted, every moment the two ever had could dissipate in a second.

"we should get going," minho relents, reaching for his backpack, his bat now close by to him. before he can reach it, thomas grabs his other hand, attempting to calm him down.

with a small twist of his body, minho looks back at thomas, his lips pursed. his heartbeat quickens, his palms becoming clammy as he tries to look away from his closest companion. thomas raises his eyebrows, yearning for minho to tell him something, because the two of them clearly know something is happening. electricity is writhing through the air.

minho shakes his head, "a crank could walk in here at any second, you know that. we have no time, no nothing to even talk about it-"

"so you know something is going on, and i think it's time we talked about it. because we're us. we'll always be us, and neither of us can move on until we finally understand what we're feeling. so either walk out that door now, or stay here with me, talk about it," thomas stands his ground, his feet planted firmly on the ground.

the keeper of the runner's mind races, he knows he has to walk away. but his heart wants to stay because he's never danced like that with anyone. and he doesn't want to with just anyone. minho moves his hand back to his side, leaving the backpack right where it's placed.

minho takes a deep breath, "i really.. like you thomas, i do. but how do we even have time for anything when this is what we're doing constantly?"

"we make time, we run together, dance together, grow together. we're strong min, but we're even stronger together. i don't know how to explain any of this, i mean, this connection? it isn't exactly in how to be a glader, or how to survive against cranks. but i think we can learn," thomas raises his free hand, letting it rest against minho's cheek.

with a bite of his lip, minho leans into thomas' hand, a smile crossing his face. "yeah, we'll figure it out... but next time, don't run off from me when we're entering a potentially overrun building. we're partners now, and that means we stick together," minho grabs thomas' hand from his cheek, squeezing it a little.

"only if you can keep up with me," thomas shrugs, freeing his hand and grabbing minho's backpack for him. without much of a word, he helps sling it around minho's shoulders.

minho scowls at the runner, his arms crossing in front of his chest. he knows it's in thomas' nature to be a runner, be wild. and he's finally realizing that maybe he'll have to adapt to that. "fine, but we both know i'm the faster runner," minho comments, grabbing onto thomas' hand after he gets own bag on.

thomas' fingers intertwine with minho's, his eyes rolling in response, "sure... only one of us has the raw running talent that has truly been honed with time."

"yeah, me," minho bumps thomas' shoulder, a laugh emitting soon thereafter, "let's grab some of the supplies and then head out. we don't want any cranks visiting us anytime soon."

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Lovers Lies | Thomas TMR (2)

Pairing: Thomas x fem OC

Word Count: 1.4k

(1)

IT wasn't a surprise when Sandra saw Minho leaning back against the wall out the front of the shower hut, his muscled arms crossed over his chest with a sharp look in his eyes that softened when he saw her.

"How long did you get at the creek today?" he asked her, pushing off the wall.

"Only an hour," she simply answered, stopping beside him with dry clothes and a towel still wrapped around her body. "Chuck helped me wash some clothes before Carl made us get out."

Minho chuckled, looking behind her to where Carlos was, hanging up the wet clothes over a rope tied from one tree to another.

"You know, you don't have to stand out here every time I go for a shower, right?" She placed a hand on her hip, arching a brow.

Minho shrugged his shoulders with a careless smirk on his face. "Is this you finally inviting me to join you in the show—Ow! Jesus Sansa!"

"Say stupid things, get stupid rewards," Sandra muttered, rolling her eyes as she walked into the showers.

"It was just a suggestion!" Minho called out, muttering a curse under his breath as he leaned back against the wall.

"Imagine if Carl heard that suggestion," she shot back, walking past a few empty shower stalls until she reached the end one and walked in.

The other doors didn't have a lock, but with her being the only girl, Gally had put a lock on one and it became clear to everyone that that particular shower was hers. Thankfully, no one argued about that.

Sandra got undressed and then took her braids out before quickly washing her body and hair with shampoo, not wanting to leave Minho waiting for a long time outside when dinner would no doubt be starting to get served up soon.

A shower two stalls down turned on and Sandra froze, her hands still in her hair. Anxiety crept through her body like a spider as she strained her ears to listen, praying that one of the boys wouldn't try anything and also wondering where the hell Minho went.

"It's only me!" Carlos called out, instantly making her relax. "I told Minho to go get dinner."

"You could've told me you were coming in, slinthead," Sandra shot back, turning off the shower. "I think I had a heart attack."

"And this is exactly why Minho stands outside when I'm not," he muttered.

Sandra ignored his comment and dried herself before slipping into black trackies that Nick used to own and then she slipped on a black shirt and her black jacket. Carlos was still in his closed stall as she walked past, letting him know she was going to the kitchen to get some dinner.

The sky had turned twilight by the time she walked out of the showers and made her way toward the kitchen, returning a few smiles thrown her way. As usual, Newt, Alby, and Minho were seated at the same picnic table with Chuck joining them. Well, that was unusual but made her smile. The youngest boy normally waited for her before joining the others, but it seemed he was starting to show more confidence.

"Clint said you made more cookies," Jeff started, pulling her attention to the curly-haired, light-skinned boy standing in line ahead of her with a smile. "I ran all the way over here to make sure I get one before one of these idiots ate them all."

Sandra laughed, noticing a few boys eating cookies as she looked around. "I'll make more tomorrow if we run out tonight."

"I heard through a few boys that you might make your blueberry muffins tomorrow," Winston said, turning around in front of Jeff. "Be sure to save me one."

"She'll make them when she wants, mate," Newt cut in, placing a hand on Sandra's shoulder. "Now get your dinner and eat up. Tonight's an early night."

Winston and Jeff nodded, turning their backs to the pair as Newt pulled Sandra toward the front of the line, past the other boys.

Frypan was waiting behind the serving bench with a smile and two trays held out to her. "I made sure to give you an extra cookie since you made them," he informed her.

"Thanks, Sig," she hummed, taking both the trays with a warm smile before walking over to the picnic table with Newt.

"Sansa, these cookies are good," Alby commented, taking a bite into his cookie as Sandra sat down beside Minho.

"Yeah, they are," Chuck said, food spitting out of his mouth as he sat across from Sandra.

Sandra slapped his hand with a scowl. "Cover ya' mouth when you're talking with food in your mouth," she hissed.

All the boys started laughing as Chuck blushed, covering his mouth with a hand while chewing the food in his mouth.

"What's got you idiots laughing?" Carlos asked, pushing his way between Minho and Sandra, forcing them to sit on either edge of the wooden bench. He took the second tray from Sandra, grinning at the mashed potatoes, carrots, and pork sausages. "What did Chuck do now?"

"Sansa got up him for eating with his mouth full of food," Minho answered with a grin. "It probably turned the little shuck face on."

"Minho!" Alby, Newt, and Sandra groaned at the same time, the three of them throwing parts of their dinner at his head.

"You're an idiot," Alby said, shaking his head while standing up. "I gotta check on a few things but I'll be back soon." Sandra gave him a small smile before he walked away.

With all of them being focused on a complaining Minho who was currently picking food out of his black hair, none of them noticed the tall scrawny boy standing at the end of the table, between Sandra and Chuck.

"Did you clean my shoes?" Adam asked Chuck, gaining everyone's attention.

Chuck seemed to shrink himself in his seat, a look of fear in his eyes that Sandra noticed straight away while pushing around the mashed potatoes on her tray. The youngest boy had been in the Glade for nearly a month now and the other Gladers had stopped teasing him. All except one—Adam. There had been a few times when Sandra saw Adam punch Chuck in the stomach, but every time she intervened, the older boy just didn't seem to care.

"I was busy helping someone else," Chuck quietly admitted, staring down at his tray of dinner.

The other Gladers had gone silent with hard eyes while watching Adam who was staring daggers into the side of Chuck's face. None of them particularly liked Adam and for good reason. He wasn't one of the oldest boys like Alby and Carlos, but he liked to think he was. That somehow made him think he had more power than the other Gladers. And, he seemed to always have it out for Sandra, making rude comments, cat calling her, even telling a few other boys that she was his for the taking.

Disgusting pig.

"I'm a first priority," Adam spat with hatred.

Newt groaned in annoyance, rolling his eyes. "Oh, piss off, mate. You aren't his first priority so why don't you rack off?"

Adam turned his dagger gaze to Newt, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't you mind your business, limp boy."

That nickname made Sandra tense. She and Minho were the only ones who knew how exactly Newt got a limp, and for Adam to bring it up against one of her closest friends, enraged her. With one swift movement, she unsheathed the machete that was on Carlos' belt. Before any of them could blink, she pressed the sharpened end against Adam's crouch, not hard enough to cut through the fabric of his brown pants, but hard enough to warn him that she wasn't playing around.

"I would suggest walking away before I de-ball you," Sandra lowly warned, eating a piece of carrot while looking up at him. "It would be a shame to take away your favorite part, even if it's so small."

Minho snickered, covering his mouth with a hand with amusement shining in his eyes at the clear fear covering Adam's face as the boy looked down at the machete and then at Sandra. Chuck turned pale as paper, his eyes wide with surprise. Newt was just as surprised, even after seeing that side of her many times. And Carlos—Oh, the older boy looked as proud as ever while he continued to eat his dinner.

"Well?" Sandra raised a brow at Adam. "You gonna fuck off or piss yourself?"

Adam gulped, taking a step back before looking at Chuck. "You're in deep klunk now."

Sandra clicked her tongue, putting the machete on the table. "You touch a hair on his head, and I won't give you a warning next time," she said with a sweet smile.

The second Adam turned around and started walking away, Minho howled in laughter with Carlos while Newt smiled, shaking his head.

"You're insane, Sansa," Newt mumbled, watching her shrug her shoulders while eating the last of her dinner.

Carlos threw an arm over his sister's shoulders, pulling her into his side. "That she is."

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