#tmr au

[the-fiction-witch]

Tennis Match

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Smut Seminonconsenual / nudity / forced orgasm/ anal/ object insertion / squirting

I was a little nervous today as Teresa and I want to meet up with Minho and Newt for a game of tennis. Nervous because I wasn't very good at the game Teresa is but I'm awful. And playing against Newt wouldn't be easy, he's good and Teresa knows full well about my crush on him. And lastly, I was nervous because I left my sports bra at home and there was no way I could play tennis with my usual bra the bones would cut me to pieces so as I wondered thought in my little sports kit I was nervous everyone could see my breasts even if they couldn't but it's still a nervous fear I have. Teresa scanned us in the door with her card and we entered into the room used for tennis and changed the sign in the door to fill meaning we wouldn't be distributed by others opening the door to try and use the room.

It was small court with high walls, skylights and of course the net across it. Minho was stood fixing his hair in his blue shorts and best and newt just beside him having a drink in his orange shorts and white shirt.

"Ooohhh hi girls" Minho smiled

"Hi" she smiled widely giving Minho his hug

"Hi" I waved awkwardly

"Hey love. You okay?" Newt asks

"Yeah just worried you guys are about to destroy me"

"Aww don't worry. I'll go easy on you" he winked going to return his bottle to his bag

I sat my bag down on my side and fiddled with my racket

"Boys vs girls?" Minho suggested

"Of course" Teresa said

"I'm good with that" newt nodded

"We betting?" Minho asked

"No it always ruins it, just for fun" newt said

"Okay, girls serve first. You go y/n" Teresa said grabbing the ball and throwing it over to me I tried to catch it but missed bad dropped the ball, and my racket almost tripping over

"Sorry"

"It's fine, come on girls let's play!" Minho laughed

I did… my best.

Which basically means I came in dead last and basically messed up everytime the ball came near me so the boys made easy work of us. After a good few games I sat on the bench feeling sorry for myself as Teresa grabbed her stuff and Minho's arm

"We're off to get a sports drink, you guys wanna come?" She suggested

Which was Teresa's code for her and Minho are going to the sauna to fool around as honestly every time we came to the fitness center they did it and if may actually be where they do more physical exercise.

"We're good. I was thinking we could play a little just me and you?" Newt suggested

"Are you sure?" I asked sheepishly

"Yeah I'm sure I could give you a hand love, I'd you want that is"

"Thank you, I'd love too" I smiled

Minho and Teresa then left and I felt kinda nervous all alone with newt

"So? One on one?"

"Hummm?"

"Shall we play a game? Just the two of us?"

"Ohh yeah course sorry -"

"It's okay, give me a basic serve and we'll go from there" he says giving me the ball and heading to his own size so I did my best and actually did okay he quickly hit it back and I messed up completely and the ball hit my head

"Owww!"

"Ohh bloody hell sorry y/n"

"It's okay"

"You alright?"

"I think so"

"Okay, let's try again I'll serve this time I promise I'll be nice and gentle" he says giving a very tender serve which I could just about manage "there you go, you're doing great. Now we can get a little faster"

"Okay" I nodded nervously and almost immediately I messed up and need up flat on my butt

"Sorry"

"It's no your fault newt. I'm sorry for being such a mess up"

"Hey it's okay you just need a little more practice" he says "here" he says jumping the net and coming over to me "you should stand a little firmer" he says holding my hips moving me a little and immediately I blushed hard "don't get scared of the ball" he says still adjusting my legs, my hips, my shoulders, "hold the racket a little higher you have better control that way" he says moving his hand up from my waist to stroke my arm and move my hand

"Uhh okay" I nodded

"Don't be so tight loosen the grip a little" he says stroking my hands "see isn't that better?" He asked his breath against my ear

"Yeah, thanks newt"

"No trouble. Keep your swing loose but don't go too crazy" he says, guiding me a little "there you go, see that ball should be scared of you" he says "ohhh nooo don't hurt me y/n I'm just a cute little ball. There's no need to be scared of me" he joked making the ball give My cheek a kiss making me giggle "there, I'll serve" he says taking the ball away and pressing a little kiss to my cheek himself which immediately turned me bright red as he went back to his side and immediately I forgot everything he told me! I did my best to carry in with our game and I didn't do too bad "AHH. Okay point to you"

"Really!"

"Yep."

"Yay!" I giggled

"Your doing good, You just have to remember keep your body square" he says coming and fixing my hips again "okay? Square" he says

"Square. Okay" I nodded

"Good girl love" he smiled "and maybe don't run around so much your skirts rising up" he smirked and I almost had a heart attack as his hand moved from my hip to under my skirt and he snapped my panties

"Ohh I'm so sorry" I said quickly fixing my skirt as I blushed

"Was I complaining?" He chuckled "let's make this game a little more interesting."

"Oh?"

"Next to score a point wins"

"Okay?"

"And the looser has to play the next game with their shirt off"

"Ohh! Uhhh I don't know"

"Come in it'll be fun"

"Well… okay" I blushed and we started our next game I did my best to play as well as I could with such intense focus and I got a point "yay!"

"Alright, deals a deal" he sighed pulling his shirt off revealing his thin but tones sweaty body "yes?"

"Uhhhhh nothing!" I blushed

"Come on your serve love"

"Yeah sorry" so I did my best even if he was so much more distracting now and I wasn't doing too has until it all went wrong.

I gave the ball a firm wack and immediately noticed something was wrong as my feet returned to the floor quickly I noticed my panties had snapped and now the tightness of My thighs is all that kept them on my legs

"Yes! I win" he smirked "you okay?"

"Uhhh I can't play anymore"

"What why not? Come on I thought we were having fun?"

"we were I just… I can't play anymore" I said in panick

"What is it?" He asks getting his shirt back in and coming over "did you hurt yourself?"

"Uhhh…"

"Come on sit down" he says ushering me to the bench "is it your ankle? Did you put your weight wrong? Your leg? Did you maybe pull a muscle? Maybe a cramp?" He suggested running his hands up my legs trying to soothe me I didn't know what to say or how to respond or even his to fix this byhe moved my leg a little too much and my broken panties came rumbling down my legs and onto the floor "oh." He says and I turned bright red wanting to bury myself in the pile of mats "I didn't think I snapped them quiet that hard" he chuckled "sorry love"

"It's okay, not time fault"

"It's okay one of those things no need to be embarrassed" he says still gently stroking my legs "that nice?" He asks as he massaged my leg

"It is but there's nothing wrong with my leg newt"

"I know. I just wanted to make you feel a little better" he Cooes giving my legs a sweet massage it was really nice and did make me feel better so I relaxed a little against the bench enjoying how nice it was until I heard his sly chuckle and I looked down at him noticing he knelt on the floor massaging my leg but he was holding my leg up a little higher then he needed and thus peaking under my skirt "ummm hello"

"Newt!" I yelped pushing my skirt down to hide myself

"Sorry, I was curious" he shrugs "come on, just a little peak" he smirked moving his hands up my legs over my knees as he did he pushed my knees apart and moved himself into the space between them before his hands moved up and across my thighs under my skirt until his hands where stroking over where my panties band would have sat stroking his fingers across me without the elastic and fabric in his way "there's no reason we need to stop our game" he whispered

"But my -"

"Yeah? So what? Maybe you can use it as a distraction for me. Come on you've already been playing all this time without a bra like panties makes any difference"

"You -"

"I'm not stupid love. I know how much your tits bounce. I couldn't help getting distracted by these while we plaid." He smirked taking a hand out from under my skirt and slipping up my top to fondle my breast "uhhh fuck- uummm Plus sometimes your cute little nips poke through your shirt"

"Oh my god" I blushed trying to cover… all of me at this point

"Aww I think it's cute come on one more game then maybe we can go to the sauna and take your whole outfit off" he whispered

"I uhhhh I'd rather we just stay here*

"Yeah? Okay. One more game" he says getting up and kissing my nose before he headed to his side for one more game so I got up nervously unsure how I could play like this "how's about a deal"

"What?"

"If you beat me I'll do whatever you want me too" he winked "but if I win you have to do whatever I want you too"

"Okay" I blushed

"Good girl. Your serve" he smirked throwing me the ball so I did my best all while trying to keep concealed but he was doing gae better then me so I decided to roll my skirt up and purposely bounce around often distracting him but even so he was no match for me not when hes really trying and I quickly lost "I win"

"Okay" I sighed

"Come here love" he smirked leaning on the net so I went over "one leg over"

"Uhh okay" I blushed moving one leg over the net he then smirked and pushed my back down so I bent over

"There we go" he smirked "if you move your Hands your in big trouble" he warns so I nodded "net between your tits" he smirked so I did as he asked adjusting so the net sar between my breasts "good girl. Now feet on the floor" he ordered so I did it "good flat on the floor now and keep those legs wide for me love" he smirked so I did as he asked and he moved slightly so I couldn't see him but he clearly could see me "awww yeah hello love" he smirked slapping my ass "now you stay nice and still for me. I'm gonna play a game I've been wanting to play with you for years" he smirked he pulled my cheeks apart spreading my pussy as he did he adjusted the net so the top plastic protective part of the net now sat against my clit and pussy he smirked holding my skirt up so he could see and he grabbed the nets loops a few down and began to lift or as if curling a weight lifting, tugging and rubbing the net leaving It to mercilessly run against my most sensitive places

"Uhhhhh newt!" I whined bright red as I felt my wetness already dripping down my legs but he just kept going without mercy for a moment "uuuuuuuhhh newt please stop I'll-"

"Aww is it really that good?" He smirked and I nodded "perfect. I wanna watch you cum" he smirked speeding up his movements leaving to squeal for mercy from the overwhelming pleasure but he ignored me only ever muttering things clearly enjoying tormenting me he stopped for a moment giving me a second to breathe but he returned to his pace immediately and I felt the base of his racket push it's way inside my pussy making me squeal as he used it to fuck me all while he still moved the net by now I imagined a puddle on the floor as I was utterly soaked desperate to cum "come on love cum for me. I wanna watch you cum before I fuck you myself" he smirked getting more intense with both and I was so so close my screams uncontrollable "how about I do this?" He smirked pulling the racket out of me using the juices I had covered it in as lube as he pushed it inside analy and thrust his fingers in my pussy which was enough for me to cum squirting all over him and the net "awww good girl love" he smirked slapping my ass taking the racket away and helping me to climbing off the net even if my legs were jelly, he grabbed my ass and pulled me into his chest stating at my breasts as my shirt has ridden up too "you look so fucking good" he growled pulling me into an intense kiss "come on. You walk all the way to the sauna without panties baby I'll fuck you raw"

"Okay newt" I giggled fixing my clothes grabbing my stuff making sure to flash him as I bent over

"Go on I'll be following" he smiled slapping my ass 

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[miryum]

Mum and Dad (Newt x Reader)

AU: “You’re the mom friend of the group and I’m the dad friend of the group, I think we should get together, y’know for the kids.” 

I know that Minho is totally the dad of the friend group, but we’re switching that to Y/n for a sec. Newt is still the mom cause we love our British Glade mother. 

F/s: favorite sport 

F/t: favorite team of said sport

“Newt, where do you keep your beer?” Thomas rifled through Newt’s fridge. 

“Uh, bottom left.” Newt said from the stove. “Though this is your second. Watch out.” Thomas sighed but put the beer back.

“And… uh, did you buy the feminine products?” Sonya nudged.

“Yep. They're in the bathroom in the little brown box above the toilet.” Newt nodded, glancing back at his sister. 

“Thanks.” Sonya rushed to the bathroom. 

“Thanks, mom.” Minho joked from the couch. Y/n glared at him.

“Hey, Newt?” Y/n called to the boy. “Do you need any help in there?” 

“No, I’m good. I’m almost done. And you already helped with drinks.”

“Okay.” Y/n sat back and held a hand out to Brenda. 

Brenda stared at her hand before wondering, “What are you doing?”

“I want some of your goldfish.” 

“No!” Brenda shielded her food. “Go get your own!” Y/n gave her a look and Brenda sighed before offering her some. 

“Thanks!” Y/n happily crunched on the snack. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Gally said, heading to sit down next to the girl. “Could I borrow a ten?” Newt scoffed from the kitchen. Gally rolled his eyes at the noise. 

“What for?” Y/n twisted away from him. “This is, like, the fifth time!” 

“I know, but I’ll pay you back!” Gally whined. Teresa laughed at his lie.

Y/n sighed and said, “No you won’t.” Yet she still pulled out her wallet and handed him a ten dollar bill.

“Thank you!” Gally snatched the money and hopped out of his seat. 

“Food’s ready!” Newt called. 

“Here, lemme help.” Y/n dashed to help him. She took the heaviest dish, despite Newt’s protests, and plopped it on the coffee table. “Minho, change the channel to f/s.” 

“I’m watching the amazing world of gumball!” Minho protested. 

“Minho, come on.” Y/n said, “F/t is playing!” 

“Newt, it’s your TV.” Minho pleaded, “Tell Y/n I can watch cartoons.”

“Hey, you heard her. It’s f/t.” Newt chided as he carried the pizza out.

“Thanks Newt.” Y/n kissed him on the cheek, eliciting a blush from him that she didn’t see. 

Minho huffed and muttered something to Brenda and Sonya who laughed.

“What?” Newt asked as he sat down. 

“It’s just…” Sonya started, “you’re kinda like the mum of the group and Y/n/n’s like the dad. Just think it’s interesting.”

“And why is that interesting?” Y/n asked, brows furrowed as she served everyone else before herself. 

“Well,” Sonya coughed before continuing. The rest of their friends grinned while avoiding eye- contact. Sonya, being Newt’s sister and one of Y/n’s close friends, had been specifically chosen for the task. “Mom and dads are usually… together. In an intimate relationship. It’s obvious you two like each other. Why not get together for us kids?” 

Y/n’s face flushed at the end of her sentence and she couldn’t look at Newt. “Just… put on the game.” She finally managed to say. 

Minho shot a tense glance at Thomas. Did they do the right thing by trying to force their friends to see their feelings? 

The low mumblings of conversation slowly stirred as the f/s played. Y/n still couldn’t look at Newt, her face still bright red. 

“You okay?” Newt whispered to her. “Sonya shouldn’t have said that if it made you uncomfortable.” 

“No, no.” Y/n stretched her feet out onto the ottoman. “It didn’t make me uncomfortable.” She didn’t take her eyes off the TV.

“Seriously, are you okay?” 

“I- I guess I’m trying to gauge your emotions. Did you feel disgusted when Sonya said we should date?” Y/n took a big bite of her pizza.

“No! No!” Newt loudly said, gaining the attention of their friends. He lowered his voice. “I wouldn’t mind at all if we dated.”

“So you want to date?” Y/n asked hesitantly. 

“Do you?”

“I mean, I don’t know.”

“Oh my god!” Thomas cried out, “Just go on a shucking date!” 

Y/n went back to staring at the TV, her blush now ten- fold.

The conversations returned. After a while of awkward silence between Y/n and Newt, Y/n broke the silence. “Coffee? Tomorrow, 10 am?” 

Newt hid his smile. “I would love that. Can’t wait.”

“Thank god.” Brenda mouthed to Sonya who was just happy to see her friends find happiness.

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[toby-du-coeur]

au: they finally escape the maze and it's just....

inspiration

at the request of @dumb-bi-thomas

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[heliads]

'wckd is good' part 2 - newt

Based on a past request for a Maze Runner fic set in the MCU where Newt was Venom, Reader was Spider-Woman.

part one / masterlist

a/n yes this is wayy longer than i expected lmao but i choose to see this as a good thing

Running has always been easier than staying to face the truth. As you swing back through the dark city, you hear Newt’s words echoing in your head with every snap of web hitting concrete and glass. It is foolish to let one conversation shatter your entire worldview, but even running can’t convince your mind to settle back the way it had been. Newt has done his part well. 

Worst of all, you think he was right about you, about everything. Usually, when the moon hangs low over the city such that its glow can be hidden by the shadows of the skyscrapers around you, your worst fears about this city seem like they couldn’t be more true. On nights like these, you always see a monster lurking in the face of every man, the darkness bleeding from every eye. Now, though, in every face you see only a blond boy grinning back at you. If the worst monster you’ve seen lately was just a kid like you, what does that say about every creature you’ve killed in the name of preserving the peace? What does that say about you?

You don’t get into any more confrontations that night, electing instead to perch on the edge of a dark roof and watch the lights of the cars go by far below you. Your shift ends, but you only return to WCKD headquarters when you’re certain no one else will be there. A few rooms have lights on, but you avoid them as best you can. There is no one you want to see right now. No, not true— there is one person you want to see, but if he’s in WCKD’s clutches, it’s all over. 

Sleep comes fitfully that night, as it has every night before that and will every night again. You see Newt reaching out a hand to you, smiling easily, but then his jaw ripples and the monster’s awful fangs come out again, distorting his charm into something terrible. You wake up screaming; for you or for him, you can’t be sure. 

Even more restless than usual that morning, you decide to go on a walk to clear your head. Normally, walking around in the bright sunshine, seeing the smiling families, the upturned faces, all serves to lift your mood. A strong city is a happy city; this is why you do it, remember? You protect these people, all of them. It’s worth every sacrifice. 

Turning down another street, though, your spirits refuse to lift. How many more people would be here if you hadn’t been in charge of taking them out? How many times did you get it wrong? How many Albys do there have to be before you realize that you can’t make judgment calls on someone’s life?

Lost in thought, your guard slips unconsciously. You don’t notice the hand snaking out to grab your arm until someone’s already pulled you under a shadowy overhang. Immediately, you’re on high alert, grabbing a knife from your belt to press against their throat, but your attacker just laughs. It is this sound and this sound alone, that call like the high-pitched ring of a bell, that stops you from slitting his throat. 

“You shouldn’t have done that, Newt,” you warn him as you pull your knife away from his neck. 

For someone who’s life almost ended, he seems remarkably unaffected by your words. “It’s lovely to see you, too. Didn’t realize you remembered my name.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s my job to know things. Don’t take it personally.”

“Yes, Y/N, because it would be terrible to not be as affectionate as you,” Newt muses. “Forgive me for wanting to be friendly.”

“Being friendly gets you killed.” You remark plainly. “So does trying to sneak up on an assassin. Don’t let that happen again.”

You turn away and walk back onto the sidewalk. Newt, however, just joins you without a heartbeat’s delay. “It’s not up to me whether this happens again. I think you wanted to see me a little more than you care to admit.”

You shoot him an angry look, but Newt remains resolutely cheerful. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Newt asks. Without giving you a chance to interject, he carried on blithely, “Or maybe you’re right. Here, I’ll give you a chance to prove it. I’m meeting up with some friends tonight to discuss our favorite enemy. If you don’t want any of this, feel free to stay away. Or don’t.”

He casually passes you a folded paper that’s been creased from staying in his pocket. A quick glance towards its contents reveals a place and time. 

You arch a brow. “If this little gathering is happening so you can denounce WCKD, I don’t think giving the location to one of its best soldiers is really the brightest idea.”

Newt lifts a shoulder. “That’s what they said too, but I know what I saw last night. They don’t have a chokehold on you, Y/N, despite what you might try to tell me. Somewhere in there,” he says, brushing a hand against your temples, “you want out. Let me help you with that.”

You press your lips together, thinking. Going could be suicide. What if this is just a trap to take out WCKD’s finest agents one by one, and Newt’s just telling you this so he can lure you into letting your guard down?

At the same time, your mind whispers selfishly, what if he isn’t lying? What if there was a world without WCKD? You haven’t dared to let yourself imagine such a thing in a long time; security cracked down after Thomas and Minho ran away a year or so ago. There’s no way they’d let you go without a fight. If Newt’s friends had your back, then maybe, just maybe, you might win this one. 

“You told your friends about me? Moving awfully fast, aren’t you?” You question. 

Newt grins. “Don’t take it personally, baby. I tell them a lot. Doesn’t mean we aren’t special, of course, but you wouldn’t be the first girl I’ve brought home.”

You laugh, surprising yourself. “No need to get carried away.”

“Too late,” he says, smiling back at you, and then he turns down a corner and disappears into the crowd. You’re left clutching the note, wondering if this mistake might cost you your life, and if you’re leading any sort of life that’s worth saving to avoid a chance like this. 

You shouldn’t go. Odds are, WCKD has someone tailing you, and even though you’re always careful to shake anyone you even suspect to be following you, there’s no way to tell for certain that you got rid of everyone. You check your clothes and personal items thoroughly for recording devices every time you leave WCKD headquarters, but what’s the precautions of one girl against such a massive organization?

You check the note once, twice, and then again. The time is later tonight, the pickup location outside the docks near the south of the city. Newt hasn’t given you many hours to deliberate, although you suspect that was intentional. The less time you have to ponder about whether or not you’ll take him up on his offer, the less time you have to turn them into WCKD if you decide to betray him instead of trying to run.

In the end, you put away your sense of self-preservation and head out again. You aren’t scheduled to go out on patrol until tomorrow, so you’ll have plenty of time in case something happens. You don nondescript clothing and pull a baseball cap low over your head to disguise your face. After taking a long, roundabout way to the docks to avoid suspicion, you stand on a pier, watching the dark water go by.

It was smart of them to pick this place. The sound of the tides, the churning of the boats up and down the water, the roaring of distant traffic echoing off of the tall buildings, all serve to muffle the sound of the strangers as they walk up to you. Normally, you’re able to sense trouble when it comes to you, but maybe your reflexes decide that your assailants aren’t a threat before your head makes that call, because you don’t notice anyone sneaking up behind you until they’ve already shoved a dark hood over your head and clamped a mouth over your hand to silence any shouts.

The second the hood is pulled over your eyes, you’re swimming in dark danger. You can feel the heartbeats of the people around you; four of them, men, young men. Boys. Newt’s age. Your age. They’re desperate, you can taste their fear like metal on your tongue. One of them has a limp. If you strike now, you could break a leg, roll away long enough to get the hood off of your head, then kill them all. They’d be dead before they even hit the ground. The blood would run scarlet into the river and ruin your last chances of leaving this hell. You’d be alive, though. Isn’t that why you do all of this, to live? Isn’t that the only motivation any of us have ever had?

A whisper in your ear, sharp and urgent:  “Trust me. Please.”

Newt.

You don’t trust people. You shouldn’t. He knows this. If Newt set you up to die, though, he would have killed you already. Newt’s monster doesn’t need to sneak up on you and blind you to kill you. One snap of those jaws would do the trick. If Newt wants you to play by these shifty rules, there must be a reason. Strangely enough, you realize that you believe in him enough to want to know what that reason is.

You comply, going limp long enough for the others to seize hold of your arms and take you with them into a waiting car. They intentionally take a confusing, circuitous route so as to confuse you. Still, you carefully note each turn, how long you stop at traffic lights or stop signs. Then you’re bustled out of the car again and into a building with tall ceilings; you can tell from how your footsteps echo against the top that the sound has a long way to go.

Eventually, you’re sat down on a chair, your hands bound behind you. The others hover nearby, you can sense their presences. There are more of them now, probably a dozen. Mostly inhumans, with the occasional exception. Not bad numbers, but not enough to really challenge WCKD. That’s why they’ve gone to you, though, you suppose. Foolhardy, but not completely insane.

A voice, loud and challenging, calls you sharply back to reality. “Y/N. You work for WCKD, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you answer deadpan. “None of you do. That’s why you were so kind as to bring me here, right? You were desperate. Now, can you take this hood off of my head? I would hate for you to miss anything I said.”

The loud boy scoffs. “There’s no way we’re letting you get a good look at us. You’d just turn us in.”

You cock your head to the side, staring exactly where you think the boy’s eyes are. “Would I? I don’t need my sight to do that. There are fifteen of you in this room right now, but that’s not all of you. About five leaders, I think. All teenagers. One adult, though. He drove. And one little boy. I can hear your heartbeats. I know who you are.”

A young voice lets out a muffled complaint from the far side of the room. “I’m not a little boy.”

Instantly, he’s shamed into silence. “Shut it, Chuck. Don’t give yourself away.”

A weakness. You grin, even though they can’t see it. “Chuck? That’s the boy, then. If I looked up connections between boys named Newt and Chuck, how long do you think it would take for me to track all of you down? I’d start by checking security cams near the docks. We’re in the warehouses near the docks. I’d guess the third from the left in the second row, yes? Usually used for temporary storage of agricultural products, but you’re in between seasons, so it’s empty for now and you’ve been borrowing it for meetings.”

A collection of gasps confirms your theory. You press on. “I know where you are, I know who you are. Bonds and a hood won’t keep me. Hell, I don’t even need you to undo me. I can manage that by myself.”

See, your would-be captors were so distracted by their own seeming safety that they didn’t check to make sure your wrists were fully together when they tied you down. Also, they were so stunned by you being able to catch onto them that they didn’t notice you slowly pulling a blade from your sleeve, nor spot when you sawed through your bonds. You stand up easily, toss the ropes to the ground, and pull the hood from your head.

You’re greeted with fifteen shocked faces. Well, fourteen. One’s grinning proudly. Newt. He winks when you catch his eye, but he’s careful not to let his friends see. Another boy, with close-cropped hair and a dark glare, looks particularly unhappy about your little escape. This is the one who had been speaking to you, you assume, and there’s the man in the back who drove you here. Silver touches his dark hair near his temples, but he looks intimidating enough anyway. Close by him is a girl about your age.

The angry boy who had spoken earlier groans in disgust. The angrier he gets, the more his eyes start to flicker, turning from green to a fiery red. Sparks flash along his clenched fists. Another inhuman, then. Fire powers. He’s probably somewhere on your list. “Who tied her up? Winston, you know to make the bonds stronger than that.”

“Wasn’t his fault,” you call out, and hold up the knife you’d disguised in your sleeve to make your point.

The boy groans again. “What is that? No one checked her for weapons?”

“You certainly didn’t, Gally,” Newt points out.

The boy– Gally– tosses Newt an irritated look. “Don’t start with me, Newt. I bet you’re just delighted with her for this bit of showmanship, aren’t you?”

“Very,” Newt says, grinning over at you.

Gally looks like he can’t decide who he wants to throttle more, you or Newt. “Fine. Fine. Let’s get started, if that’s what you really want. How do we know we can trust you?”

“You’re the ones who kidnapped me,” you argue. “I think I should be asking that question first.”

Gally might actually try to kill you this time, so Newt quickly steps in before things can escalate further. “Play along, will you?” Newt asks. “We’ll get nowhere if both of you are bickering the whole time.”

You sigh. “Alright, fine. If I wanted to turn you guys in, you’d already be dead. WCKD doesn’t cut corners, you know that. We would have burned your entire establishment to the ground. Happy?”

“Very,” Gally remarks dryly. “We’re familiar with your typical way of handling things, thank you very much. We know how WCKD operates.”

“If you know so much, why do you need me?” You ask. “Newt knew where to find me even on my off day. I’m assuming you’ve done your research thoroughly or you’ve got a source, in which case you’d have no reason to reach out to me, too. Why take a risk like this?”

“Because our source is no longer in WCKD,” Newt interjects. “Our information is out of date. We want more relevant gossip, to put it plainly.”

You frown. “You used to have a source in WCKD? Who?”

Newt goes silent, something almost like pity in his eyes. Gally, unencumbered by weak things like empathy, answers your question. “Thomas.”

You draw in a harsh breath. “You know Thomas?”

This changes the whole situation. Thomas– Thomas was everything. He and Teresa were the very first to show up to WCKD. You were the third, but they’d been there for at least a year before you. It changed them, you think. It made them closer than anyone else. When Thomas left, it destroyed Teresa. You and Teresa have known each other for years now, but it’s nowhere remotely close to the bond she shared with Thomas. Nothing can ever match that.

Thomas had been the last of the good ones, you think. After he left, everything was ruined. It was the first sign of the end of days. If Thomas, Thomas the believer, Thomas, the one who was willing to give everything to cause even when it left him broken and bloody, could walk away, what claim did the rest of you have to anything at all?

Thomas’ departure changed the way that WCKD worked. Neither Thomas nor Teresa had been true experiments. Teresa was trained as a Black Widow, and Thomas made himself an indestructible shield, running around the city as Captain America and saving people wherever he went. They juiced him up a little to make him stronger, but nothing as intense as the rest of you. No cuts were made.

Thomas was the last ideal any of you had that humanity could be protected by other humans. Once Thomas was gone, WCKD started up their labs in earnest. Now, almost every one of their teenage recruits is modified in some way. They say it’s because you have to fight fire with fire, that you can’t possibly compete with mutants if you’re not more than human yourself, but many terrible things have been done in the name of scientific progress. This would not be the first.

And now you find out that Thomas had once been here. Thomas had been friends with everyone in this room. You look wildly from face to face, expecting to find the boy you had once pledged to defend until your dying breath. The two of you had saved each other on countless dangerous missions, but now he’s just gone, and you aren’t even entirely sure that you would recognize him were you to see him again.

Newt saves you from the peril of not knowing. “He’s not here,” he answers you gently. “Thomas got out. He told us to try to reach you, though. Said you could be trusted.”

“Not Teresa?” You ask softly. That surprises you. If Thomas could save anyone, wouldn’t it be her?

Newt shakes his head. “He said Teresa was better than him. She would never leave.”

“But I would?” You say bitterly.

“He knew you could save us, not just the city,” Newt supplies. You’re not sure if that makes it all better or worse, but it is an answer to fill the empty silence curling between your ribs, so that helps with something, at least.

You nod curtly. “Alright, then. If you’ve got Thomas on your side, I’ll help. Just– have you seen him recently? Is he still alive? I would ask on my end, but I don’t know if WCKD would tell us if they– if they killed him.”

Gally looks vaguely irritated. “No, the asshole’s still alive. He’s a major pain, won’t stop asking questions or getting in the way we do things, but he’s still kicking.”

You grin in spite of yourself. “That’s Thomas for you. He has a way of getting under your skin. He means well, though.”

Newt laughs. “That’s one way of putting it. He skipped town a week or so back. Said he was going to try to look for an old friend.”

At first, you’re confused about who that would be except for you and Teresa, and then– Oh. It hits you like a tidal wave. “Minho.”

Newt nods. “You knew him too?”

You smile. “The four of us were always the closest. Maybe we can do a little family reunion if I can get away without WCKD always watching my back.”

Gally coughs pointedly. “Let’s get back to business. You can reminisce later about the good old days of killing mutants together. You’re willing to help?”

You incline your head. “As best I can. Tell me what you need and I’ll do my best to get it. It might be slow going at first, I’ve got to divert suspicion, but I have access to just about everything. Perks of working for them since I was small. Satellite feeds, location tracking, anything.”

For the first time all night, you think Gally smiles. “You know what, I think we just might be friends after all.”

Isn’t that a lovely thought? As it turns out, Gally isn’t wrong. Days turn into weeks, and the information you accumulate for Newt’s friends steadily turns into a virtual mountain. You find mutants for them, people with abilities who WCKD would kill but they can save. They have friends, too, who are already on WCKD’s radar and need to be removed from the list. You pretend to kill them to erase any sign of their existence. After that, they can run without getting gunned down when they try to leave the city. WCKD has this place on lockdown, the only way you can escape their clutches is in a bodybag, so you fake that part and everything goes according to plan.

You usually rotate members of Newt’s group when handing off information to avoid suspicion, but your favorite blond shows up the most often. You heard one of the other boys grumbling once that Newt has a habit of insisting that it be him to meet up with you, even threatening to set his monster on someone who argued too hard against it, but that just makes you laugh. Newt’s a sweetheart. He wouldn’t hurt any of his friends to stop them from flirting with you. Hopefully.

One evening, the two of you are walking along the river for such a handoff when Newt breaks the one boundary both of you have had the good sense to maintain and asks you when you’re going to leave along with them. Newt’s friends aren’t interested in making a stand against WCKD, they just want to get the last of their allies out of the city before the whole thing burns down.

The more you research on Newt’s behalf, the more you realize how precarious the whole affair is. WCKD has no surefire way of keeping crime out. Their only solution for stopping violence is to nip it in the bud, so to speak, but innocents get caught in the crossfires more often than not. The murder rate is skyrocketing anyway. Nothing any of you do will matter in the long run, and it just puts the teenagers WCKD hires in harm’s way more than the adults who hide in the wings and keep their hands clean.

It’s like working just downhill from a volcano. At some point, the lava will flood into your streets and engulf you all in an inferno of blood and tears. You pretend that you can just work hard enough to fight that, but it isn’t working. It hasn’t since the start. You can push off the inevitable a few weeks, but it always comes in the end.

That’s why Newt and his friends are so interested in getting out. WCKD keeps clear tags on all mutants and inhumans in the area. The second any of you try to run, they send an assassin out to kill you. Supposedly, it’s all about containing the threat, but none of this has ever been about having a good motive, no matter what you say. Everything leads back to power. If you run the city with all the inhumans, you have more power than the rest. Easy as that.

You’ve been steadily helping people escape. Chuck was one of the first to go, all of you agreed. He was just a kid, hardly twelve. He ended up on WCKD’s list because he figured out how to turn his flesh and bone into any material. Soft skin could become as hard as diamond or as pliable as water in a second if he just thought about it. Often, he didn’t, electing instead to just ignore his mutation in favor of trying to blend in with the rest of the guys he idolized, but WCKD doesn’t forget as easily as a preteen.

There were others, too. Clint, a boy about your age, who could heal from any injury. Frypan found an old spell book and learned how to cook up portals to other places and fantastic rings of glowing energy. Zart could shrink as small as an ant or grow taller than a skyscraper. Jorge had a mechanical suit impervious to most attacks that let him fly so long as he kept it up to date; he taught a girl named Brenda how to do the same. They don’t like being apart.

Only a few remain now. Newt, with his monster. Gally, with his fire abilities. You, with your webs. Thomas has appeared a few times now to help ferry people out of the city. The first time you saw him, you nearly wept. It was like seeing a ghost. You assumed he had died a long time ago, but then you’d walked into the warehouse one day and there he was, making a sarcastic joke to Newt. He’d turned to look at you as you slowly approached, and said it was good to see you again. It had taken everything in you not to break down at that very moment.

So he’s alive, then, and Minho is too. Hypothetically, the rest of the boys you’ve been slowly ferrying out are with them. In reality, you have no idea if any of them managed to survive past the edge of the city, but you can hope. That’s all any of you have at this point, hope that someday, you’ll all live past WCKD’s imposed expiration date.

There is, of course, the idea that once the last of them leave, you’ll be left alone with the organization you’ve been steadily betraying, but truth be told, you thought you’d be found out long before the last of Newt’s crew left, so that decision was never going to be yours to make anyway.

Newt doesn’t care about that, though. Newt has told you that he’d break into WCKD headquarters all by himself if you were captured or discovered. So of course it makes sense that Newt is the one to look you in the eyes at last and ask when– not if, but when– you’d be leaving with the rest of them.

You let out a shaky breath. “I wasn’t under the impression that I would be going with you.”

Newt reacts as if you’ve slapped him. “Why wouldn’t you? You don’t believe in WCKD anymore. Burn them to the ground one last time, then leave with us.”

You sigh. “I would be abandoning the only life I’ve ever known. If I leave, WCKD would know for certain that I’d betrayed them, if they haven’t figured it out already. They have evidence of dozens of murders I’ve committed. If they wanted to, they could release that information and have the police drag me back to them. WCKD doesn’t like it when their experiments try to run away.”

You learned that lesson well enough with Thomas. Newt’s jaw locks at the mention of what WCKD had done to you, but he manages to keep his cool. “Exactly why you should leave. Where we’re going, no one will find us. It’s wild land in the middle of nowhere. There’s a total maze of forest cutting off outside access. We’ve got farmland and a big house for all of us. It’ll be a simpler life than we’re used to leading, sure, but no one can find us there. You’ll be safe, Y/N. We all will.”

You’re not sure if you want to laugh or cry at the fierce hope in his eyes. “Do you really believe that?”

“Yes,” Newt says decisively. “We’re so close, Y/N. Most of us are gone, only a few left. Promise me that you’ll go with us when the last of us leave. Maybe we can fake our deaths or something to stop them from looking. Just promise me you won’t let me leave alone.”

Promises are dangerous. They have a way of being broken. Still, you nod, and press your fingers against his when Newt takes your hand. “I’ll do it. I promise.”

A sunrise of a smile splits Newt’s face. “I’m holding you to that.”

You hope against everything that he does. To be honest, hearing him talk, you almost think that you could do it; make it out alive. The last few kids are shipped out of the city, and then Newt meets up with you, says that only he and Gally are left. It’s time to go. You agree to meet him that night to run. You haven’t let your hopes truly rise all this time, but it’s impossible to avoid now. A life without killing. It seems like a dream, but it might be yours after all.

And then, a few hours before you’re scheduled to meet Newt to leave the city behind, you get a call from WCKD saying they want to meet with you to discuss recent progress. You text Newt from a burner phone telling him that you might be late and to go on without you if you take too long. You know he won’t, but the comforting lie that he might make it out without getting caught up in your capture carries you to WCKD.

Your heels click on the tiled floor. You know everyone here, you have since you were small. That fact used to fill you with pride; after years of watching people get replaced, you alone stayed, along with Teresa. You had what it took to put your life on the line and keep going. You were the best of the best.

Now, it just seems like another betrayal. How could all of those people watch you grow up and still condone what they had forced you to do? You try to imagine making Chuck go out and hunt down kids his age. It makes you sick to your stomach. All of these people are complicit in the blood caking your hands, and they will never, ever be accountable for it.

You’re certain that they must know what you’ve done. You walk to the conference room in a haze. Newt is on the other side of the city by now. Maybe he’s already out. Maybe they’re all out. If there was one good thing you did in your life, you couldn’t be more proud that it was for him. After years of senseless death, you saved the lives of other mutants just like you. It won’t be enough to wash your ledger clean, but it’s a start. It’s a shame it’s all over now. No more chances to improve. Just one last opportunity to die.

You walk into the meeting room and take the only empty seat. Around you are many familiar faces. Dr. Ava Paige sits at the head of the table, her second in command, a sickly man named Janson at one side, Teresa at the other. Teresa eyes you with no small amount of judgment. How righteous she must feel, knowing that of the three kids who started it all, she alone was capable of carrying out the blessed mission without getting corrupted. How challenging, to wonder why both you and Thomas needed to leave and she could never find a reason why.

Other WCKD officials and high-level agents crowd the ranks. There are only a dozen people in here, maximum, but Ava Paige has chosen them well. They’re all older than you, making the aura in here quite sinister indeed.

Once you’ve sat down and the door closes behind you (do you hear a lock slide shut, or are you just paranoid?), Dr. Paige begins. “We’ve had reason to worry about you, Y/N,” she says. “You’ve always been one of our best agents, but your quotas have been down as of late.”

“By quotas, you mean the people that I’ve killed, correct?” You clarify, sending a ripple of whispers around the room.

Dr. Paige’s face tightens. “I refer to the threats you have eliminated from our glorious city, but if that’s the way you’d like to put it, fine. You have killed fewer times, yes. Why?”

“Maybe I didn’t find any more threats,” you reply.

Janson arches a brow. “There are always threats. Have you lost your stomach for it?”

You smile, although the expression is cold. “I have a question, Dr. Janson. Why is it always me?”

He frowns. “Pardon?”

“Why is it always me out there in the field?” You repeat. “All of you in this room would rather send a child out to kill inhumans than do it yourselves. Does that ease your conscience? Does it reduce variables of concern for human life if you force a teenager to kill instead of doing it yourself?”

Ava Paige rises to her feet. “Y/N L/N, you have been a part of this organization since the start. I remember when you were fiercely dedicated to the cause. Don’t tell me you’re walking away now because you’ve decided to reinsert morals into the equation. What about the people who will die because you are no longer willing to protect them?”

“I’ll find another way to protect them,” you shoot back, “One that doesn’t involve murdering people just because you think they might one day become a problem.”

“That’s naive and you know it. You can’t leave,” Dr. Paige says, her face bleached pale.

“Why not?” You ask. “Are you afraid that I’ll tell people what you had me do? What will you do to stop me?”

When she remains silent, you realize that it’s not just you who has something to fear from WCKD’s actions becoming public. They’ve sanctioned killing dozens if not hundreds of times. They can’t afford to call you back without letting all of their dirty secrets go, and that is a loophole you will most certainly exploit.

You stand. “I think we’re done here. I am.”

They don’t try to stop you. Teresa, however, runs out the door after you. “Don’t you leave us, Y/N. You know what WCKD means to this city.”

“I know what it means to innocent inhumans who have to fear for their lives every time they leave their homes,” you retort.

She pulls you into an empty room. In the half-light of the nearby windows, her eyes are frantic. “You’re the only one I have left. The only one who believed like I did. You know we have a responsibility to this city.”

“Not like this,” you whisper sadly. “Teresa, you know this isn’t the way. We can still save the world in our own right, but it shouldn’t come at the cost of this much blood. There are other ways.”

“What, like with that little group of mutants you’ve been running around with recently?” Teresa’s voice is shrill, and you feel your blood ice over in your veins. “I know, Y/N. I know everything. I know you’ve been feeding them information. You’ve been working with the enemy all along.”

“Then why haven’t you turned me in yet?” You ask quietly. “That would be what WCKD wanted, to know about moles or liars. Why are you telling me this now?”

She’s silent for a while, then:  “I wanted to know why you would throw all of this away for nothing.”

“It wasn’t nothing,” you tell her. “I made friends there. Real friends, who wanted me to be safe.”

“They’re not your friends, I am. Those are perfect strangers who could be planning to kill you the second you all leave the city. You can’t trust any of them.” Teresa argues.

You look her steadily in the eyes. “Maybe not, but I trust Thomas.”

That finally gets through to her. Teresa rears back. “No. He wouldn’t–”

“He would,” you continue. “I’ve seen him, Teresa. He knows all of my friends. Thomas is the one who wants us to get out alive.”

She shakes her head, but the fight is gone from her eyes, you can see it. “No. That can’t be true.”

“It is, Teresa,” you say, then on a sudden urge, “Come with us. There’s still time. WCKD is going to destroy itself in a matter of months, you know this. I don’t want you there when the whole thing goes up in flames. Come with me. Stay alive.”

You reach out to her, but Teresa backs away slowly. “I can’t abandon the cause,” she whispers.

It hurts like a broken bone, but you can’t say you didn’t see it coming. “Goodbye,” you tell her at last. “Thank you for being my friend.”

She nods once, tight and controlled. “You should go now. Before they try to stop you.”

There is nothing else to say, so you take one last look at her and run. She’s saved you one final time by not turning you in, but she’ll do no more for you from here on out. This is the end of you and her, although if you were going to be honest, you would know that your friendship effectively ended when you first started going against WCKD. Everything past that was a betrayal of your work with her, and Teresa knew it all along but didn’t say a word. She has always been the best at sacrifices, hasn’t she?

You should still have time to get to Newt before their car leaves. He’s probably stalling with everything he has so you can make it to him, and you won’t let him down now. You practically sprint out the door and down the sidewalk, hurtling towards the pickup location. Secrecy doesn’t matter anymore. WCKD caught on to the fact that you no longer want anything to do with them, and they’ll be sending someone after you to kill you soon if they haven’t already.

You whip around a few corners. You’re meeting at the docks one last time, it’s just a few corners down. You take a shortcut across a parking lot, but several dark cars screech into the space behind you just as you enter. WCKD already. You swear under your breath and pick up speed, turning down an alley so they can’t follow you except on foot.

One of your stalkers is crazy enough to run after you. He’s bigger than you, and gains ground quicker than you’d like. You take several quick turns, but can’t shake him. The alley opens up to the docks, and you sprint towards the empty pavement of the loading area. You’ve hardly left the shade of the alleys behind when someone collides with you from behind, sending both of you toppling to the ground.

You shove the man off of you, staggering to your knees to come eye to eye with Janson. “Experiments can’t leave,” he growls. “We’ll learn from your bones if not your missions.”

He draws a gun from his belt and points it at you. “Come with me, now. Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be. I can collect your corpse if that’s easier.”

You wonder if Newt is still here, if he can hear you. You hope that he’s already gone. It’ll be far worse for him to watch you die. He’s already watched too many of his friends lose their lives to WCKD, you cannot be another one.

You hold up your hand slowly. “Don’t do something you’d regret.”

“I should be telling you that,” Janson snarls.

You wait for him to be distracted trying to move across the uneven ground, then lunge for the ground, shooting a web at his hand to muffle the trigger. He shifts at the last second, and the spider web hits the trigger instead, sending a rogue shot against the side of a nearby shipping container instead of you.

You duck on instinct, rolling away in case he tries to shoot again. Janson looks half mad as he aims at you again. “You can’t leave us,” he says, “We made you. You cannot abandon your creators.”

There’s a shadow moving somewhere behind him. With a chill, you realize you know who it is. Newt doesn’t know that Janson has reinforcements; although they’re still a little behind, they’ll catch up soon enough. You cannot afford for Newt to be caught, not now.

You shout as loud as you can, “Don’t do it! You have to run!”

Janson glances at you, confused. “Who are you talking to?”

You ignore him, calling again to the shifting mass of shadows steadily growing darker by the edge of the shipping containers. “You have to go! Leave me!”

“No,” answers the darkness slithering across the ground, forming into a massive monster behind Janson.

Janson whips around, and his eyes grow large at the sight of Newt’s monster. It snarls at him, displaying rows of wickedly sharp teeth. He tries to shoot, but the monster grabs the gun with one muscular hand, forcing it away and snapping several of the bones in Janson’s hand at the same time.

Janson screams in pain. “This is what you leave us for, Y/N? This monster? You’re no better than everyone you killed. You’ll always be a disease upon this earth.”

“Actually,” the monster corrects, “You are.”

Before your eyes, the shadows start to run away from Newt all at once, but instead of disappearing like normal, they coalesce onto Janson instead. Janson’s head is flung back as the monster enters him, eyes shot with dark veins. When it’s over, Janson is comatose on the ground, arms and face shadowed with the monster, and Newt is running over to you, human, anxiously searching you for any sign of harm.

“I’m fine,” you promise him, “But– what did you do?”

“I gave it up,” Newt says wryly. “I didn’t need the hate anymore. I just needed you to be alive.”

At last, you understand. Newt needed the monster so he could protect his friends from WCKD, but that’s over now. The last car is about to leave, and then the city, the dying, all of it will be a nightmare that has finally ended.

He grabs your hand. “We need to hurry. Jorge’s waiting, but he won’t want to stick around much longer.”

You run with him towards the waiting car. Gally’s in shotgun, and although he’s always sworn that he doesn’t need any of you, you swear he almost smiles in relief when he sees you and Newt slide in. “Way to cut it close, you guys,” he admonishes you.

Newt rolls his eyes. “We’re here now, aren’t we? Let’s go.”

“I’m perfectly fine with that,” Jorge says, and pulls away into the night.

You watch the dock disappear behind you into a web of roads and street lights. You thought it would be impossible somehow, leaving, like there would be an invisible wall to keep you here. When the lights of the city fade into a dim skyline, then vanish behind the safety of miles of distance crossed, you realize at last that you’ve done it, you’ve left. Now, all that exists for you is a wild dream of a simple life, one with your friends where no one tries to hunt you down.

Newt takes your hand and squeezes it. “We’re out,” he says.

“We’re out,” you repeat in somewhat of a daze. “Where are we going again? What’s that place where everyone’s waiting?”

Newt chuckles. “It’s a bit of a mess right now. It’s just us in the middle of nowhere, but that’s the way we like it. Thomas managed to acquire a property surrounded by parkland so no one could build nearby. It’s just us. Nice place, though. Lots of green space. We’re thinking about calling it the Glade.”

A soft smile crosses your lips. “The Glade. I like that.”

It sounds good. It sounds, at last, like a quiet end to your otherwise violent story. Sometimes, though, quiet isn’t always bad. It lets you know that you’re alive, that you made it. Quiet tells you that you’re going to be okay.

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@thomesa-week Day 1 - Long Way Home

Crown Prince Thomas has been abducted by his father’s rival kingdom for a ransom, where he meets librarian Teresa who takes pity on him. He promises her all the riches a person could dream of should she help him escape. Little does Thomas know that Teresa had never wanted wealth but dreams of a grand adventure like those of her storybooks.

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You said you don’t get any trick or treaters so I’m here with this message 😌

Trick-or-Treat! I have come knocking on your Tumblr door asking for a treat. You can answer with a meme, a bit of art/fic, a fic recommendation, pictures of candy, or something else! Then go to your mutual’s Tumblr door and ask them for a treat! Happy Halloween! 🎃👻

Answering this one months late with a tiny fic snippet of something that hasn't seen the light of day.

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Thomas isn’t even sure how Vince finds him.

“How did you find me?” is the first thing Thomas says to him in over three years.

Vince shrugs in that infuriating way he has - a small gesture that does very little to sell someone on the idea that he’s as harmless as he might look. “Asked,” he answers, succinct and a little smug. It also doesn’t fully sound like the truth, and Thomas vaguely entertains the idea that Vince never really didn’t know where to find him.

Thomas sighs, shoulders his pack and turns away. “Nice to see you,” he says, unsure if it’s a lie or not. “Bye, Vince.”

“We need you.”

And there it is.

Thomas stops. He can’t really help it. He’s known Vince for half his life. He’s the reason it changed; first for the better, and then… Well. It wasn’t his fault. Vince had pushed him when he needed it, supported him when he didn’t know how to ask, and then let him go when staying would have destroyed him.

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have to,” Vince says, suddenly softer, to Thomas’ back. He hasn’t moved closer. “You know that.”

That’s what makes it harder, really, is Thomas does know that.

....

-Reblog or like if you want to but please do not repost. I don't generally share fic on here so I'm cautious-

#thanks for the ask! #sorry its years late #💀 #my writing #my fics #tmr #maze runner #tmr au #pacific rim #started this fic over a year ago omg #one day i may finish it #yet another fic currently sitting at around 30k that was meant to be maaaaybe 10 max. #ffs #fanfic #fanfiction #snippet #asks

[subjecta5theglue]

just remembered that i made more drawings for my maze runner instagram au and didn't post them so here you go

#maze runner #the maze runner #tmr #tmr au #maze runner au #the maze runner au #maze runner frypan #tmr frypan #frypan tmr #aris jones #aris tmr #aris maze runner #sonya tmr #sonya maze runner #maze runner sonya #tmr sonya #harriet tmr #harriet maze runner #maze runner harriet #tmr harriet #brenda maze runner #maze runner brenda #the maze runner brenda #brenda the maze runner #brenda tmr #tmr brenda #soniarriet

[crestfallercanyon]

BEEN A WHILE SINCE I POSTED SOME AU SHENANIGANS — but now I’m back to my regularly scheduled bullshit (read: could not sleep and this is what I came up with at 4 am)

Let's go! TMR AU: Inception (because I love that movie and I’m stuck in the 2000s apparently)

Here’s the team:

Thomas — the extractor (Cobb/DiCaprio’s role). The extractor is the person who is sent in to get the information from a subject via the dream. Cobb learned about dream sharing and such lucid dreaming techniques from Mal's father, and then shortly after Cobb and Mal began testing the bounds of dreamsharing. This is pretty much the quintessential Thomas move as Thomas, due to an innate curiousness and other qualities, tends to forego the rules in pursuit of what he deems are greater interests (TMR is freedom). I could see him doing what Cobb and Mal did, which is try to see how far deep they can go until they got trapped in Limbo. He’s an extremely guilt ridden character in TMR so his guilt over what happened with Teresa matches well, and I think Thomas as a character is peak “trying to learn from my mistakes” and “my failures will not be futile/in vain”.

Teresa — the shade (Mal/Marion Cotillard). The shade refers to the fact that Mal was just a projection of Cobb's guilty conscience and grief over his wife. Mal was the one who founded the idea of totems, "an elegant solution for keeping track of reality" which seems very like Teresa. Teresa is clever and curious and enchanting to Thomas, which is why she fits Mal's role well. Mal loses sight of reality when she goes too far into the dream space with Cobb, and abandons reality in order to cope with living in limbo (I'm not sure Teresa could cope with the idea that there is no cure in TMR, losing track of her own personal humanity -- betraying Thomas -- to try to save all humanity, so I think this kind of parallels well). I can see her and Thomas falling in the same pitfall, becoming intensely fascinated with dream sharing and, with Thomas, going very deep in the subconscious until they are stranded in Limbo, get an idea implanted in her head, and unfortunately dies as a result. To be a guilt-born remake of herself in Thomas’s subconscious, I think unfortunately suits her character.

Gally — the architect (Ariadne/Page’s role). Architects build the setting of the dream world for the subject, supplying the requisite paradoxes and safes for information to be stored and the team can extract. Gally built the glade up from nothing as a teenager. In the inception world I think this could parallel to how Ariadne is approached because she can think outside the box. Dream-architecture gives the intellectual opportunity of pure creation, which I think Gally would be fascinated by, even if concerned. He also would constantly question Thomas’s approach to dream-sharing and the dangers he’s potentially putting them all in like Ariadne does. (in TMR this makes him an antagonist, here he wouldn’t be like Ariadne wasn’t) (also yes while I can't bring myself to ship Cobb/Ariadne, I would plan that here in this au thomally would be endgame, fight me)

Minho — the point man (Arthur/Gordon-Levitt’s job but I think he’d have the personality more like Eames/Hardy). Minho’s an organizer. The way the point man worked was basically the extractor made the theoretical plan for the mission and the point man did the research, organization, training, and detail work to be able to make that plan an actionable reality. They also are the one relied upon to support improvising if the plan goes awry. Minho ran the entire maze and made a detail oriented map about it, was able to track how the maze shifted and knew its schedule. That takes an amazing amount of skill and detail-oriented mind. He is able to survive well on his own (especially movie Minho who gets kidnapped and almost breaks out/does some damage without help) and is overall the one who seems more meticulous than he comes off.

Newt — the forger (Eames/Hardy’s role but I think he’s have more Arthur’s personality). Forgers in dream space aren’t people who can forge documents, rather they forge people and personalities well enough to be convincing in a dream (i.e., they know the ticks, mannerisms, and personality of people in a subject’s personal sphere — family, friends, lovers, enemies — and are able to become them by replacing them through a mirror in the dream). Newt’s incredibly good with people. He is compassionate, observant, and clever. As Alby’s right hand man in TMR he fills the role with a sort of docile strength, intensity, and firmness with others. As Thomas’s second in later films, he is a lot more gentle and only uses firmness when Thomas is being unclear/they need immediate answers. This shows a lot of perception into what people need/want, which I think would make him the forger.

Brenda — the chemist (Yusuf/Rao’s role). The chemist creates the drug that is used to provide for stable sleeping that won’t be interrupted/disturbed so that the team can share the dream through multiple levels of dreaming (i.e., provides the stability in order for them to support sleeping within sleeping creating multiple layers of dreaming). I pick Brenda because while she and Jorge are not exactly super supportive in the beginning, she is somewhat of Thomas’s/the group's stabilizer in the Scorch providing them at least some sense of direction (particularly in the movies). I also could see her being fascinated by other people who wish to do such dream sharing and deep dive but be less inclined to actually go that far herself, staying upon surface level dreams (perhaps due to concerns raised consistently by Jorge).

That's it, that's the au -- I'll never write this fic but to play around with the idea is fun so I thought I'd share. Enjoy.

#TMR AU #The Maze Runner Inception AU #The Maze Runner #tmr gally #tmr thomas #tmr newt #tmr minho #tmr brenda #I am shameless about my love for the movie inception it's just too good

[sweeneydino]

Sleep deprived.

As a smol little one, he doesn't make blueprints from his mind come to life(hes still a baby). He instead creates things to entertain himself or sometimes even things he's seen in the past

Which is totally not as important as this kid possibly making a gun-

Too bad his uncle is too tired to care about the strange purple sticks pointed at him.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #is that a jojo reference #art #crossover #tmnt crossover #ill officially start spikeangelo asks again tmr or tonight so send them in if you want questions answered or sketches made #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2003 raph #rottmnt donnie #little dragons au #paper scales au #rottmnt turtle tots #tmnt turtle tots #turtle tots #turtle tot donnie #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt au #rottmnt au #tmnt 2k3 raph

[isjasz]

The sand may brush off (Do memories last forever?)

Happy DL anniversary i am NOT LATE LETSGO

Dtiys from @pikorulli on twt!! (from like sept 2022 LOL)

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #double life #double life smp #desert duo #is there a dl anniversary tag i have no idea #trafficblr #traffic smp #my art #i remembered i never finished this dtiys so now it is a perfect oppotunity LMAOSKFLJ #and sorry for lack of acitivity lately !! Ive just been doing aus and spidersona with friends a lot #maybe i will post them later :DD #there are leftover botw au doodles too LOL ill prob throw them all in a dump tmr (if i remember)(and am not being lazy) #(dear lord i need to stop being lazy to post ASJFAK)

[bluechocowitz]

@hheisa's echo flower sans is v..! v short cool!!

#skelesona #undertale #echo flower sans #bluechocoart #bluechocowitz #blue #my art #i thought i was short then i saw this guy and went #👀‼ #i swear his height wasn't the only thing i noticed #the concept is also so cool man 😭💙💙 i love them....... #it's like midnight but seeing his design did smth to me #need to go to bed now though #ive got class tmr lmao #undertale au #echo sans #echo flower! sans #hheisa #yippeeee

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Duck

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut AF!

I laid so very cosy and comfy in my sweet covers, the sound of the glade starting up for the day outside the little shed I called my room. I knew it would be time for work soon but I was just so comfy I couldn't bare to get up. I heard my door open and close and the familiar voice speak up

“Mornin’ Love, Time for work.” AHH newt the sweet blonde Brit that certainly works to my advantage.

Newt and I … let's say have an agreement, an unspoken agreement as it were. We had both been in the glade a good while and of course had grown in that time from little kids to mature teens. Well mostly mature anyway and of course being locked in a huge maze doesn't exactly stop the natural processes of puberty and hormones so we'd become… helpful to each other let's say.

I smiled and pushed my covers away a little sitting up as I wore only my loose oversized blue hoodie one side completely fallen off my shoulder, and my hair a mess from my sleep, I did a big yawn stretching my arms high and rubbing my little eyes as cute as I could, and of course he stood there at the end of my little mattress with his arms crossed over his chest staring like I was a fresh plate of bacon. I knew what I was doing all I needed is for his blonde butt to figure it out. Which didn't always come so easy this early.

“Good morning second in command, what's on the plan today?” I asked sweetly

“We have a few trees to cut down on the edge of the deadheads, some weeding, some inventory and then dinner” he explained

“Ohh I see. Do you think maybe I could skip the trees?”

“Why?”

“I'm just really sleepy newt. Yesterday took it out of me”

“You had a day off yesterday”

“Exactly now my body is so tried, you think I could stay in bed just an extra twenty minutes pretty please?” I whined moving my knees a little to open them more and tugging down my hoddie a little more

“You need to work little duck” he warns

“Please, just a little longer”

“We could maybe an arrangement?”

“Oh?”

“Hoodie off.” He demanded

So I pulled my hoodie throwing it onto my bed he smirked and crawled in with md sitting behind me and pressing his chest against my back before he grabbed my breasts he gave them a good firm squeeze before then jiggling them in his hands holding under them to feel their weight sitting and fondling my breasts for a good few minutes

“Ummm what a good little duck,” he cooed kissing my cheek of course by now my nipples were semi hard which he took as an Invitation to pinch them and tug on them to force them to harden “humm it is a little cold in here isn't it?”

“Very cold, you should warm me up”

“Ohh I will” he smirked twisting them and pinching them between his index finger and thumb moving his fingers back and forth hard and fast leaving me nowhere to escape arching my back and trying not to squeal from the pleasure it caused I moved my hand back to wrap in the strands of his blonde hair and pull him down to kiss my neck all while he chuckled amused at the idea all the other glade boys stare, talk and dream of My breasts and he got to play with them to his heart's content and his own amusement and torturing me one hand left however slipping down my stomach and between my legs to run his fingers across my lips “ohh what a wet little duck.” He cooed but I grabbed his wrist and forced his hand away

“You know the rules. You want more I get more” I whispered

“You'll get to cum isn't that enough for you?” He whispered back

“You want to touch this?” I asked moving his hand to my mound “then you have to pay up newt”

“Fine.” He snapped “you get half an hour meet me in the garden and we'll start the weeding” he says giving my breasts and good squeeze before he got up licking his fingers where he rubbed on my lips

“And if I'm late?”

“Don't be late. Or I'll spank my little duck so hard her pretty ass will be red a week. Got it?” he warns stroking my jaw and tapping my nose

“Yes newt” I giggled

“Alright, weeding half an hour” he remained before he left so I happily got my covers and got cosy for an extra half an hour rest.

Once I got up properly I got dressed into my bra, panties, hoodie and shorts doing up my shoes and heading out into the glade and off to the gardens where I found newt just starting in the weeding he saw me with a slight glare gave me my area to work on, so I started my work kneeling in the dirt to weed the plants humming to myself as I did. Until I felt a firm slap on my ass

“Your late” he said as he worked beside me

“You said thirty minutes”

“Yes thirty not fouty little duck” he glared

“I'm here now aren't I?” I smiled having to lean a little forward to pull a weed and he slapped my ass hard

“Deadheads. Now.” He demanded heading there himself so I pulled the weed and followed him, as soon as we were out of sight of the other boys he grabbed the small of My back and forced me over a fallen tree leaving me bent over at his mercy, “don't disobey the second in command little duck. I warned what would happen” he smirked using of the ties for the plants to tie my ankles together before he unbuttoned and janked my shorts down to my ankles “awww cute” he smirked snapping my panties before he pushed them higher leaving them tight to my pussy and leaving my ass cheeks exposed he gave them a squeeze first then a gentle sooth before he spanked me hard

“Uhhh!” I gasped

“Not a word.” He demanded so I silenced “humm that's a good little duck” he cooed but his spanking continued he made sure to change cheek often so by now both where red, sore, and ached with his every touch “you only have yourself to blame’ he cooed giving me a moment of resbite as he slid my panties to the side and slipped three of his long slender fingers inside moving them from tip to knuckle over and over driving me crazy my wetness dripping down his fingers and my legs “uhh a very soaked little duck” he growled I found grips in the tree trying desperately not to scream as my eyes rolled back from the building pleasure all while my ass still stung in pain he slipped them out licked them clean as he moved to grind his hard bulge against me making me ache for him but he spanked me again before he moved and licked my pussy from my clit to the bottom of my entrance “ummm shuck- I wanna eat you so bad little duck.” He growled licking my clit and around my entrance to toy with me “maybe I would if you got here in time” he smirked before he slipped his tounge inside me using it as he had his fingers moving in and out flicking the tip of his tounge as he did to pleasure me so much but before I could even moan he pulled back and bit my left ass cheek hard enough to leave his teeth there in my sore skin but not to draw blood or anything he stood and spread my ass as far as possible making it ache given how sore it was and he spat down letting it drip down onto my already soaked pussy “finish your weeding then we have inventory in the shed” he said spanking me again “you dare, be late again little duck.” He warns heading back to the gardens taking his tie with him but I giggled and looked over my shoulder at him spreading my legs a little more as I moved back from the tree and touched my toes leaving nothing me hidden

“Or else what?” I giggled standing back up acting as innocent as possible even with my pussy out and just tugging my hoodie down to hide my pussy a little bit

“Or I'll walk you through the whole glade with your shorts around your ankles and my bite mark on your ass” he smirked before he went back to the glade, I quickly fixed my shorts even if my ass was badly sore and I went back to work as everyone went on break.

I did my work and headed for the shed luckily I was there first so I slipped off my shorts and hoodie before I began the inventory work counting seeds and small starter cuttings and soon enough the door opened, closed and locked. He stood there hoodie around his waist licking his lips as he saw me “what a good little duck” he cooed “right here waiting for me” he smirked coming to kneel with me and grabbing my body hard “you just have to wear that for me don't you?”

“I thought you liked me to work comfortably”

“Yeah there's comfy and there's half naked?”

“Which would you rather?”

“We both know the answer to that little duck” he smirked biting his lip as his index finger slipped down the centre of my bra tugging it hard to pull my bra fro my tits

“Newt can't you do the inventory? My hands are tried from weeding”

“Are they now? Well you want something you better pay up?” He smirked

“Okay, against the shelf” I told him and he happily went and stood against the shelf so I crawled over making sure he got a good look at me before I stroked up his legs and unlaced his brown pants while he petted my hair, I pulled them down exposing his hard bulge in his washed out red boxers which I pulled down quickly too to reveal his hard erection desperate veins across his stuff shaft and his head egarly dripping precum I giggled and toyed with him batting him with my fingers and my nose sometimes pressing little tiny kisses to his shaft

“You may struggle at first little duck,”

“Why?”

“I've already cum today”

“Did you? When?” I giggled

“Not telling”

“Tell me newt, or I'll have to titty fuck it out of you”

“Umm yeah? That a promise little duck?’

“Tell me” I warn squeezing his base

“Fine! I skipped breakfast. After I just spent all morning in your room playing with those cute bloody tits your can't blame me for being too hard to go to work. So I skipped breakfast and got myself off in the bathroom”

“Naughty newtie” I giggled kitten licking his head

‘uhh! How could I not having my hands on those perk tits”

“I managed not to finger myself both in bed and after the deadheads”

“Well you have more restraint then I do. Plus you know you'll get to cum later you know I can't sleep without watching you squeal. I don't always get to cum”

“Well I'll make sure of it” I smiled taking him into my mouth and sucking gently moving my head up and down his shaft he grabbed my hair and threw his head back holding back his moans badly

“Uhhhh…. Uhhhh… uummm shuck!... Uuuughhhhh! Oh god yes! Uhhh harder little duck” he moaned but I ignored him instead cupping his balls massaging the to make his release easier “‘uhhhh harder! I need ya come on! I'm so close little duck, ummm bloody hell- uhhhh y/n please I'm on the edge little duck just a little harder!” He begs so I sucked hard and swirled my tongue around his head which was enough to too him over clamping his hand over his mouth as he moaned loudly gripping my hair tight as little spurts of his jizz tumbled onto my tounge filling my mouth. I swallowed everything pulling back to see just how much had covered his shaft even after I swallowed all that and I licked him clean

“So much, especially after you've already cum this morning” I giggled

“Well you treat me too good little duck. Get some clothes on I'll finish up.” He said fixing his clothes

“I thought you liked me like this?’ I pouted squishy my boobs together with my arms

“I like you to much like this that's the problem. You keep making me hard” he smirked

“Fine” I sighed getting my clothes back on. 

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

[miryum]

Stop Possessing My Boyfriend (Newt x Reader)

Requested by my amazing friend @the-bibliophile-public-library!!! Summary: The gang’s car breaks down by an abandoned, haunted mansion. They decide to investigate and in doing so, Newt gets possessed by a ghost hoping to win Y/n’s love and affection as she looks like an old lover. It’s pretty cheesy, but I have a better one being released a bit later. :) 

The full moon that always prophesied odd things shone brightly on the car. It bounced off the windows, momentarily blinding the people inside. Thomas felt the engine under him rattle and he cursed. 

“What’s wrong, Tom?” From the passenger seat, Teresa looked up from her book.

“Somethings wrong with the engine,” he muttered. Suddenly, the car lurched forward and came to a surprising, complete stop. 

Minho let out a scream and yanked out an earbud. “What was that?” He cried. 

“Go back to sleep, love.” Newt whispered to Y/n from the very back. He rubbed her back and she laid her head back on his shoulder, awakened by the sudden movement. 

“No, no,” Thomas said, “guys, I think something’s wrong.” 

“What do you mean?” Newt asked, brows furrowed. His arm tightened around Y/n unconsciously. She hummed and snuggled into him, unaware of the situation. 

Thomas said, “I don’t know,” then got out of the car. Teresa frowned and glanced back at her friends. Minho shrugged, a hint of concern in his eyes. Gally, who was sitting next to him, got out as well. Gally and Thomas opened the hood and rummaged around, talking adamantly. Gally eventually pointed at something. Thomas shook his head but Gally looked at him like he was stupid and said something loudly. Thomas countered his point but after Gally shook his head, Thomas ceded. They both got back in the car and Thomas said, “There’s a leak in the radiator. It overheated. We're stuck until we can get a tow- truck.” 

“So we’re staying the night here?” Minho started freaking out. “I can’t do my hair in a car!”

“Relax,” Teresa held up a hand, “it looks like there’s a mansion, hotel- looking place up on that hill. Why don’t we go ask the owner where the nearest mechanic is?”

“Can’t we just call someone?” Gally snarked. 

Teresa glared at him. “We could also ask to stay the night if need be. I’m sure they have plenty of room.”

“In that creepy- ass mansion?” Thomas asked sarcastically, “Yeah, this isn’t a horror movie at all.” 

“Let’s just go see.” Teresa opened her door, deciding for the group. 

Newt gently rubbed Y/n’s arm, whispering, “Love, we need to go.”

“But you’re so comfortable!” Y/n whined, still in her sleepy state. 

“I know,” he grinned, “but do you wanna sleep in the car?” Y/n hummed, contemplating it. “It’ll be cold,” Newt warned. Reluctantly, Y/n peeled herself off of Newt and crawled out of the car. 

Before Teresa could lock the doors, she rummaged around the trunk and pulled out a sweater. “That’s mine!” Newt protested as Y/n tugged it over her head. 

“Yeah, that’s why I like it.” Y/n took his hand and the group trouped towards the mysterious mansion. The moon shone brightly, illuminating their way.

The group finally made their way up the hill and to the mansion and forced Gally to knock on it. Eerily, the door swung open after the last resounding knock. It creaked agape with no one beckoning them in. Gally stepped forward to try and see their host, but no one appeared out of the darkness.

“Nope,” Minho swung back around and headed for the car. 

Teresa caught his arm and pulled him inside, muttering, “Come here you big pussy.”

“I don’t like this.” Thomas shook his head, but followed after everyone else. 

“Ditto,” Y/n agreed. 

After the imposing, dark foyer that entered to a grand staircase with obsidian railings and black candles, there was the sitting room with ominous Victorian furniture. Then there was the kitchen with old utensils and facilities and finally, the set up dining room with plates, silk napkins, and shadowing candelabras that connected back into the foyer. 

Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the house, slamming the door shut and chilling Y/n to her bones.

“Absolutely not!” Minho shrieked. “I am not about to be a white person in a horror movie.”

“Did anyone else feel that chill?” Y/n asked. Newt looked at her worriedly. Little did they know, someone else was watching as well. 

Bob and Carl watched from the bannister of their house. “Intruders.” Carl lazily said. 

“No, no,” Bob corrected, “visitors. Look at her!”

“Bob,” Carl sighed, “are you sure she’s the one? She doesn’t look anything like Angie.”

“I’m sure, Carl.” Bob huffed, “Look at the eyes. Angie had eyes just like that.”

“Maybe Angie is just somewhere we can’t find her.” Carl suggested, staring inquisitively at Y/n.

“Not possible. Angie died at the hospital. The curse was only placed on this house, remember?” 

“Of course I remember!” Carl cried, “It’s all I have to think about!”

“Shut up,” Bob growled. “That’s Angie.”

“But, new Angie has a boy- toy on her arm.” Carl pointed to Newt. “What are you gonna do about him?”

Bob grinned. “Possess him, of course. How else will I get Angie to stay here forever?”

Carl sighed and floated through the bannister down to the first floor. He slowly walked through the group of humans, eliciting a shiver whenever he brushed up against one of them. Stopping in front of Y/n, he whispered, “I’m sorry. But Bob thinks you look familiar. Your lover boy will be acting a bit differently until you can get Bob to confess who he really is.” Y/n looked around, confused. Was someone talking?

With a loud cackle, Bob flew down from the second floor and collided with Newt. Newt stumbled back and started coughing loudly.

“Newt, are you okay?” Y/n touched his back. “What’s wrong?”

Then, as quickly as it started, the coughing fit ended and Newt straightened back up. “I’m perfectly fine, sweetie.”

Y/n cocked an eyebrow. “Sweetie? That’s a new one.”

Newt blinked before hurridley saying, “Hm. That’s true.” He shrugged. “Oh well.”

“Newtie,” Y/n frowned, “are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little off.” 

“I’m wonderful!” Newt cried, hugging Y/n tightly. Y/n patted his back timidly. “Oh, I’ve been wanting a hug for years.”

Y/n carefully extracted herself from the hug. “We were just cuddling in the car?” 

Bob, in Newt’s body, quickly backtracked. “Oh, you’re right.”

“Should we stay here for the night?” Teresa asked.

“Are you kidding me?” Minho scoffed. “We are not staying here. We haven’t even met the owner!”

“The door opened for us.” Newt said excitedly, “I’m sure he’s okay with it!”

“What is up with you?” Y/n asked, taking a small step towards Minho. Minho folded his arms.

“Let’s just explore a little bit.” Newt started up the stairs, acting as if he owned the place. 

Y/n gripped Minho’s forearm and whispered, “Something’s off with Newt.”

“Yeah, I see it too. It could have to do with this weird house.”

“What? You think there's ghosts in here?” Thomas joked, overhearing their conversation.

Carl said, “Why, yes. There is. In fact, I’m right here. Just, you can’t see me. How dreadful.” Carl rolled his eyes and followed Bob, aka Newt, up the stairs. 

The five teens followed Newt as well, starting to peer into the rooms of the second floor. Newt, seeming to know exactly what he was looking for, opened the door to an old bedroom.

“Wow. That’s cool.” Gally commented, taking in the beautifully hand carved bed posts, velvet bedspread, and other wooden furniture.

“I know, right?” Newt said. Teresa glanced at him inquisitively.

“Look at these old books.” Y/n stepped into the room, making Newt smile widely. 

“I don’t think those are books,” he said. “I think they’re diaries.”

“You’re right.” Y/n flipped through the dusty, yellowed pages of a diary. “Written by someone named Angie?”

“I don’t think you should be looking at those-” Gally frowned, him and the rest of the group still in the doorway. 

“No, it’s perfectly alright.” Newt, too, stepped into the bedroom before quickly slamming the door shut and locking it.

“Newt?” Y/n cried, “What are you doing?!”

“I swear to god Newt,” Minho pounded on the door, “this is not the time to do the deed! Hanky- panky can wait!”

Newt started advancing on Y/n, smiling calmly. Y/n put her hands up and said, “Newt, stop it. This is not the time to joke around.”

“Honey,” Newt purred, “let’s just relax for a second.”

“Honey?” Y/n shook her head. “Newt never calls me that. And he would always respect my wishes to stop! In fact, when we first got together, he always kept asking if what he was doing was okay. I don’t know what’s happening, but I don’t think you’re Newt. I don’t know how, but you’re not Newt.”

“You’re so smart.” Newt caressed her cheek. Y/n had to resist leaning into the familiar touch. She had to remind herself that this wasn’t Newt. “Just like Angie.”

“Angie?” Y/n stepped away and lifted up the diary. 

“Oh, yes. You should feel very connected to her.” Newt nodded vigorously, “Because you are her!”

Y/n backed up and started yelling, “Guys! Newt’s creeping me out! I don’t know how, but I don’t think this is my Newt.”

“What do you mean?” Minho shouted. 

“Just- get me outta here!” Y/n screamed. 

“Hold on!” Thomas cried. Y/n soon heard a dull thump on the door, accompanied by a soft, “ow.”

“Wow, good job Thomas.” Gally's sarcastic reply followed. 

“You’re absolutely right.” Newt said, “I’m not Newt. My name is Bob. I used to live here with my wife, Angie. Unfortunately, she died, I soon after. I’ve been looking everywhere for her. Now, I’ve found her! It’s you.” Newt looked ridiculously happy.

Y/n, on the other hand, looked confused. “Are you saying you’re a ghost that’s possessing my boyfriend?” 

“Anything can happen on the full moon!” Newt crowed.

“You imbecile!” Y/n punched him in the arm. “Get out of my boyfriend!”

“But you're Angie.” Newt frowned. “You have e/c eyes exactly like her.”

“Lots of people have e/c eyes!” Y/n yelled, frustrated. 

“Are you sure Angie’s not possessing you? Or you haven’t been reincarnated?”

“I’m pretty sure I’d know if I was possessed. And even if I was reincarnated, I have a boyfriend. Newt! Why would I want to give him up?” Y/n tried to explain it to Bob, growing more and more desperate.

“I don’t know. I guess I thought you were Angie.” Suddenly, a low howling swoops through the room. “Carl!” Bob exclaimed, “Are you sure?” Another soft cold wind swept through. “Okay.” Bob sighed, “Carl, my friend, said I should exit my host now. I’ll let you and your friends stay here the night, but I would advise you leave in the morning.”

“Yes, please exit Newt. And I think we’ll find someplace else to spend the night. But thank you for the offer, Bob. I hate that you took control of my Newt, but I’m sorry you can’t find Angie.”

“It’s okay. I have Carl.”

Newt then pitched forward, knees hitting the floor, shaking and coughing. Gally yelled out, “Everything okay?” Shuddering wind blew through Y/n and out the door. Miraculously, the door swung open and the group was greeted with the sight of Y/n tightly hugging Newt, who looked disoriented and pale. 

“Newtie, are you okay?” Y/n whispered, rubbing his back soothingly. 

“Yeah… but what happened?” Newt groaned, holding his head, “I can’t remember anything.” 

“It’s hard to explain.” Y/n said, “Let’s just get out of here.”

“Good idea.” Minho agreed. Y/n, helping Newt up, followed everyone out and down the hill and to the car. Teresa called Alby and then a tow- truck, both calls reassuring that they would be there soon. Thomas opened a map and started planning a route. Gally reclined his seat and tried to take a nap. Minho put in his earbuds and started blasting rock music. Y/n held Newt close, the latter laying down on her shoulder and muttering, “What happened?”

“I’ll explain later,” Y/n shushed him, “just get some rest. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Y/n laid her head on Newt’s hair. She clutched the boy tight, still rattled after the day’s events. Y/n kissed his forehead, just glad that he was okay and in her arms.

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[toby-du-coeur]

tmr? did you mean tmr [mole runner]

folks i think it's time for the au where moles show up* & dig secret tunnels under the Maze, allowing the Gladers to take over wckd & escape

*with teresa instead of the serum? somebody on the outside plants them and they dig through to the glade? in the Box? chuck requests them as pets & some drunk overworked wckd scientist sends em up? there are so many possibilities

#i rly wanna hash this out w someone on a discord server #this is one of those multi person ideas #mole interest #maze runner #tmr #the maze runner #maze runner au #tmr au #memerey tmr

[heliads]

Hello 💕

can I do a Thomas magic tmr au when Thomas have magic power and have to show it to the reader, and she freak out so he try to reassure her ? His power is based from nature ?

please

yes!!! magic aus hit!!

masterlist

Thomas has a secret, and he will not tell you what it is. He’s thinking about changing that, you know that much. Contemplating the idea of letting you into his head, even a little bit. You watch him from across the room, pressing his lips together as he thinks, forcing whatever words are running through his head to stay locked inside his mind. 

Thomas has always trusted you. Always, until now. You don’t know if this is a secret he’s been keeping from the start or a new one, but ever since you and your friends escaped from the Maze, he’s been uneasy. Maybe he promised himself that he’d tell you if he survived, and now that all of you have lived through the Grievers, he’s forced to deliver. 

This is not what you need, not right now. As if it is not taking everything in you to survive the Scorch. Your waking hours are nightmarish enough without being reminded of every friend you’ve lost and every monster you’ve faced whenever you close your eyes. The only constants in your life are the family you’ve made along the way, the good memories cemented in the past, and now Thomas is threatening to send all of that into upheaval.

It makes you think. Who exactly is the Thomas that you know? There is the confused boy who woke up in the Box for the first time only a matter of weeks ago, the hero who saved Minho and Alby from a night in the Maze, and the enemy Gally kept trying to make him out to be. There’s the brave Runner with that uncanny sense of direction that brought all of you out of the Maze, and there’s the friend who won you over within hours of first meeting just because of his smile.

All of them are Thomas to you, and all of them are good. However, none of these remembered versions of your best friend include the shifty figure hovering at the sides of your consciousness right now, the one who jumps whenever someone speaks to him and second guesses every word he says lest he say too much. 

Thomas is still confident in his ability to guide your group out of harm’s way, but he seems far less confident in himself. You’ve seen him waking up abruptly from tumultuous nightmares, or getting lost in a haze of thoughts he won’t share with any of you no matter how many times you ask. 

When he cares to let out any detail to you, Thomas says that he’s starting to remember things from his life before WICKED, the lingering aftereffects of the time that he’d stabbed himself with the stinger of a Griever back in the Maze. This could be true, but they must be some hellish memories indeed, and the fact that none of the rest of you have had the slightest luck in unlocking any memories before your forced amnesia seems rather suspicious.

It feels pointless to question him in this way. Thomas is Thomas, at the end of the day, still your friend, still one of you. If he’s remembering anything, there has to be a reason outside of his control. Thomas is no different than any of you.

On second thought, is he? Before Thomas came to the Glade, you used to be good friends with Gally, a relationship that only ended once Gally started losing it close to the end of everything. You can remember countless fiery monologues Gally had delivered to you, all warning you to stay from Thomas. Gally had tossed hundreds of accusations at the unsuspecting Greenie, all going back to the fact that there was something wrong with Thomas that he wouldn’t tell any of you.

Those hateful claims had only doubled in volume once Teresa showed up and Thomas spent a night in the Maze without dying. You were there firsthand to watch how Gally’s wrath consumed him, up until the very moment when he killed Chuck and died on the floor of the crumbling WICKED base just outside of the Maze. You had never put any merit into anything Gally told you about Thomas, brushing it off as jealousy or, later, madness, but–

What if he was right? The thought brings you nothing but shame at first. Who are you to question such a good friend of yours, someone who has risked his life over and over again to protect all of the Gladers, yourself included? Thomas brought you out of the Maze, and delivered you from WICKED headquarters. He’s keeping you alive in the Scorch right now. All of this, and you thank him by doubting his every move.

The questions start to bubble up again, though, multiplying by the hour. You start noticing things about Thomas that you don’t think you should. Whenever he wanders the Scorch, he has this strange sort of purpose in his step, as if he can smell a path to salvation on the faint breeze. You ask Minho about it later and he says Thomas was the same way in the Maze, like even though he’d never been there before, he knew exactly where to go. It’s not enough for either of you to distrust him, but it’s still a fact that you wish you didn’t know.

You start watching Thomas closer than before. It’s like he has a sixth sense for figuring out when Cranks are around, either in the shambling shadows of a wrecked building or even when one of the Gladers was bit and hasn’t told any of you yet. It’s a frustrating feeling burning beneath his skin, and he boils with the uncomfortable knowledge that something is wrong until he finds out the source and can relax at last.

And then– that one night– Your group was wandering near a crop of destroyed skyscrapers near dusk, looking for a place to rest when it got too dark to see. The skyline was mostly rubble at that point, but Thomas said that there weren’t any Cranks there, so it would be safe enough. No one asked how he knew. No one wanted to figure out that grim sense of determination behind his eyes.

Everything had been fine, and no attacks occurred that night, as promised, but there was this one moment when everyone was settling down to sleep that won’t leave your head. You had been on watch first, and were startled by a shuffling sound in one of the nearby rooms long after everyone else was unconscious.

You had grabbed one of the precious flashlights Newt had found in a nearby building and poked your head cautiously around the corner to see what was the matter. It ended up being nothing at all, and the beam of your light caught only Thomas, but instead of feeling your nerves abate when you spotted your friend, your heart instead leapt up into your chest.

For a moment there, when Thomas had jerked his head up at the sudden light with this almost animalistic speed, the beam of the flashlight had caught his face dead on and his eyes– they were glowing, almost, kind of like that of a deer or fox. Twin silver disks staring right back at you, utterly devoid of any expression or humanity. They blinked back at you for just a moment, and then Thomas shifted slightly in the light and his normal eyes were back again.

The whole thing lasted for perhaps a second, nothing more. Just short enough that you could have imagined the whole thing. Just long enough that you can’t possibly put it out of your head. 

Thomas had mumbled apologies and excuses about being unable to sleep, but even after he followed you back to the rows of sleeping Gladers to join their numbers, you couldn’t shake the feeling like cold rain slipping down your back. Perhaps it was the memory of those ghastly silver-white eyes blinking at you in the light. Or perhaps it was the fact that you watched his shoulders for the telltale rise and fall of breath, and he was motionless for one hour until the movement came at last, forced and uncanny.

You might have to amend your quick dismissal of Gally’s theories. There might indeed be something wrong with Thomas. Perhaps he isn’t as similar to the rest of you as you’d originally thought. Perhaps– perhaps he isn’t even human.

This is not a good thought to have. It plagues you all night, making you toss and turn even after your watch ends and it’s time to sleep. It’s as if now that you know it, Thomas does too, and the weight of too much of his awareness could be quite a difficult thing to stomach indeed.

You do your best to put it from your mind. Out here in the Scorch, there are a thousand things more pressing than the impossibility of your best friend being anything but human. WICKED’s still out there, after all, and more than that, there are Cranks everywhere in the desert, just waiting for you and your friend to spring a nest of them.

Right now, the threat of Cranks is more prevalent than ever. In order to reach the mountains where the Right Arm may or may not be waiting to help you, the Gladers have to cut through part of a solar flare-ravaged city. The wind whistles through the debris as you walk, and you swear you’ve been hearing the echoes of distant footsteps for miles now.

The Cranks wait until your small group has been walking through their city for two days before they strike. One moment, the streets are clear, and then they’re descending on you like a cloud of flies, rushing towards you out of nowhere. Thomas sees them first and shouts for all of you to run further into town. You’ll be able to lose them in the twisting mess of buildings, if you don’t lose yourselves first.

The Cranks lunge out of you out of every alley. You take a quick turn to dodge one of the infected, which takes you onto a street parallel to the one on which the rest of your friends are sprinting down. Thomas notices your detour and chases after you, tossing you a piece of shrapnel as you run so you can have some sort of weapon.

The mass of Cranks splits, half following you and Thomas and the other half following the rest of the Gladers. Thomas shouts for you to keep moving, and you have no problem obeying. You don’t like the idea of what would happen to you should the teeming horde of Cranks catch up to you. Would the madness set in fast enough to soften the agony of being torn to pieces?

Thomas risks a glance over his shoulder and swears. “There’s too many of them.”

You point at the entry of a building not far ahead. It’s got a functional door, at least, which should hold long enough for the two of you to catch your breath. “There!”

You throw yourself into the shelter. Thomas is right behind you, slamming the door behind him and quickly barring it with whatever junk he finds nearby. Loud thuds echo from the door as the Cranks hurl themselves into it, causing dust to rain down from the ceiling onto you.

“It’s holding,” Thomas says, gasping for air.

“Not for long,” you grimace.

Cracks are starting to appear in the wooden paneling of the door, and the rusty hinges scream from the strain. Thomas lets out a low breath, then gestures for you to move further into the building. “Get back.”

You do as told, but hesitate at the far end of the room when he doesn’t follow suit. “Aren’t you coming too?”

Thomas sets his jaw, turning his determined gaze towards the door, which caves more by the second. “I need you to trust me.”

You nod once, even though he can’t see it, and watch as the Cranks beat down the thin door standing between themselves and your best friend. You scream his name as they start to lunge towards him, but they’ve hardly cleared the threshold when something strange happens.

In the days to follow, you’ll go over this memory again and again in your head, trying to piece together how it happened. Surely there’s some reason other than the obvious. There must be a way that it made sense without the explanation he gave you. There must be some way that Thomas is still human, even as he extends his palm at the mass of Cranks and the shards of the door below them erupt into flames.

It’s like no fire you’ve ever seen before. The tendrils of flame grow to the ceiling in seconds, incinerating the Cranks as if they were so much kindling. You can feel the immediate wave of heat, and shrink away, already feeling sweat break out onto your forehead. By contrast, Thomas does not seem fazed at all. He just curls his fingers, watching the rest of the Cranks burn away to ash.

Once the last of the infected are gone, Thomas lowers his hand and the fire dies down in moments, leaving only the lingering smell of ash and smoke as testament to what had just happened. He turns back to you, and you stare at him with undisguised horror. Worst of all, he’s almost smiling, proud of himself for saving your lives, yes, but also massacring things that had once been human.

You can’t take the sight of it, the last proof that the Thomas you thought you knew is not remotely close to the Thomas in this room with you, and you turn frantically to the room behind you, searching for some sign of escape.

Thomas calls after you. “Y/N, you can’t leave.”

You almost double over with fear. It doesn’t sound like him, whatever has become of your friend. A cold certainty has tinged his syllables, making them darker than human. “No. I don’t know what you are, I don’t want this anymore.”

A scuffling of footsteps. He’s following you, or would, were you able to move at all. "No, wait– Y/N, look at me. Look at me. It's still me. Thomas. Still Thomas."

And when you do as told, you realize he’s right. This is still Thomas, but a different sort of Thomas. Thomas, glowing not because of the setting sun, but because of the lingering coils of flames still dancing around his palms and his face. Thomas, eyes wide, knowing things that you could never even dream of.

“How long have you had this?”

Thomas shrugs helplessly. “As long as I can remember. That isn’t that long, but–”

You cut him off, mind already whirring to make sense of this nonsense. “That’s how you got out of the Maze so quickly, isn’t it? Those– abilities?”

Thomas nods. “I could feel the way out. It would have driven me crazy if I didn’t go.”

You let out a shaky half-laugh. “Gally always did say there was something off about you.”

Thomas’ expression darkens almost immediately. “So he was right to fear me, then? To try to kill me?”

You consider this, then shake your head at last. “No. But he was right to worry.”

Thomas’ expression lightens microscopically. “And you? Are you worried now?”

You tilt your head to the side, considering this. “I’m worried about the Cranks. I’m worried that our friends might not have made it out alive. You, though? If you wanted us dead, you could have done it a long time ago. You’re my friend. Always have been.”

Human or not, Thomas still has the same tells as ever. You watch his shoulders drop, his brow clear. “I don’t want you dead. By the way.”

“I know,” you tell him, “You need me alive way too much for that.”

Thomas snorts. “That’s bold of you.”

“Is it?” You ask. 

Thomas takes your hand when you offer it to him, and he leads you out of the abandoned building, back into the streets of the city. Your friends are waiting for you. Less than a day’s worth of travel is between you and the Right Arm. For once, everything might be going according to plan. And, if it didn’t, it’s nice to know that you have someone more than capable of evening the scales on your side.

requested by @hope92100, i hope you enjoy!

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[coldemergency]

Harry: A world without Lord Voldemort is quite dull

Voldemort: Sounds like you have experience

Harry: Yeah, in my third life I sped-ran the whole thing and took you out before my thirteenth birthday. You should have seen Dumbledore’s face, absolutely priceless

#harry potter #incorrect quotes #fanfic #harry potter is a menace #hp #fanfiction #tomarry #tom riddle #voldemort #harrymort #tmrhp #tmr #tom marvolo riddle #tomarrymort #ao3 #MOD #master of death au #master of death