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tmrr-imaginez · 6 years

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Eavesdropping

The night sky was glittering above you but the edges of you vision were blocked by the maze walls. Each time the hammock rocked the stone walls entered your peripheral vision marring the beauty of the stars. The slight breeze that was swinging you stopped and the stillness felt eerie and your ears strained for any sounds to penetrate the growing silence.

A shift of your head and a glance at the other sleeping gladers told you that no one else seemed to be bothered by this unearthly quiet. Turning you face upwards again you sat up and got out of the lightly woven hammock removing the thin, but warm blanket from your body.

Your bare feet hitting the cool ground sent shivers racing down your spine and shooting goosebumps along your arms. You started to tip toe towards towards the distant embers that had been that nights bonfire but quickly stepped back again to grab your blanket, the air was just at that uncomfortable temperature.

Approaching the fire your ears started to pick up the occasional crackle and pop. The noise somehow comforted you. It was familiar. Safe. You selected your favourite log and sat down wrapping yourself in the cloth, staring into the dying fire. The night had been loud and bright. The boys had partied long into the night, drinking mugs upon mugs of light alcohol, the amount had far from paled in comparison of how much of Frypan’s broth had been consumed.

Absentmindedly your fingers searched the nearby ground to find a twig or two before tossing them gently into the warmth. Your eyes lit up as the twigs caught and burned brightly for a few seconds before crumpling into ashes. Spurred by the light you stood and tossed a larger plank onto the fire to help the fire stay alive.

After sitting back down again you rolled sideways to lie on your side facing the fire, flickering shadows danced and the heat was pleasant. Your eyelids did what anyone else’s would have done, they started to droop, before finally closing. You lay there. Surrounded in your brown blanket listening to the fire chuckle away slowly eating the wood.

Before long you heard foot steps, so you cracked an eye open and watched as Newt and Minho rounded the log pile on the other side of fire and slumped down to the ground, both leaning against a tree trunk.

“Eighteen days Minho, eighteen days.” Newt let his head role back so his face was lit by the stars and his chin and neck ghosted by the light of the flames. Minho shuffled one leg out to be straight in front of him before replying,

“Are we still talking about how long it’s been since we got a decent meal out of the kitchens,” he grinned sliding his eyes towards Newt. “ or something else?” It was then you realised that they hadn’t noticed that you were laying on the other side of the flames listening to them but you were a curious person so you stayed still and listened.

“No, I mean her. Since she came up in the box. I don’t know what to do with her.” He brought his head back down to watch the flames, running his fingers through his silky blonde waves. “She seems to be good at everything. Except for cutting down trees. I just don’t know where to put her.”

“She has the speed and smarts for a runner and we need more runners. Why don’t you put her there? She can run with me until she’s learnt enough to go out there on her own.”

“But she makes amazing food, I don’t know if I can pass that up,” Newt and Minho chuckled, “seriously though, being a runner is dangerous. It’s hard and she could get hurt. I’m not sure if I could watch the happen to her. What if she didn’t make it back before the doors closed.” Newt looked at Minho and away again before sighing and muttering, “I think I’m getting fond of the lass, shuck me.”

“Not wanting someone to die in the maze doesn’t mean that you like them you know.” Minho picked up a stick lying next to him and pocked the embers, creating a trail of little star-like ashes floating into the sky. Newt hunched his shoulders and said,

“No, I think I like her more then that, more then what I feel for all you shuck faces, like I think I could really really like her.” Before straightening up again and grabbing the stick from Minho and roughly thrusting it into the fire. The explosion of sparks was sudden and unexpected and would have disguised your gasp if a couple of the floating ashes had not landed on your blanket and started blossoming into a full flame.

You yelped and tossed your blanket away from you and all three of us watched as it began to glow and burn. Newts wide eyes turned to you. And he said something. “What,” you said distractedly still staring in awe and disbelief at your rug.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it.” You smirked stepping closer to him. Newt gulped, his throat bobbing as he look down at you.

“Any chance you could erase that from your mind?”

“Nope!” You said popping the ‘P’ before turning on your heel and heading to the storage shack to get a new blanket.

Comment and message me. Let me know if you guys think this is okay and what your thoughts are. Tell me if you want a part two or if I should just stick to being an artist haha.

Open to corrections as well.

Xx J

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commodorenewt · 7 years

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crowns (chapter 3)

mon·ar·chyˈmänərkē,ˈmänˌärkē/

noun

a form of government with a monarch at the head.

a state that has a monarch.

plural noun:

monarchies

the monarch and royal family of a country.

notes:

warning for slurs, physical abuse, hints of emotional abuse and mild violence.

chapters 1 & 2 can be found here.

hope this was worth the wait guys :), thank you so much for reading!

dedicated to the wonderful @caritivereflection, happy birthday lovee!!! <3

Newt was in the gardens, eating brunch while reading the newspaper when the Queen sought him out. The Queen stepped outside and Newt immediately stood and bowed. She smiled and inclined her head in acknowledgement. “Might I have a moment of your time, Newt?” The Queen asked, inclining her head to the chair opposite him. Newt nodded, moving to pull it out for her but Jorge beat him to it. “I trust you’re enjoying your stay here then?” The Queen’s smile was pleasant and genuine. Newt sat back down.

Newt folded the paper properly before placing it next to his glass. “It’s been pleasant, Your Majesty.” Newt answered, a genuine smile gracing his face as well. “Everyone’s been warm and welcoming.” Newt told her. “Young Charles, has been a pleasant change of security, I have to admit. He’s not like my old head of bodyguards, he actually talks to me and not just standing there like a statue.”

The Queen’s eyes crinkled at the corner. “I’m glad, but were you expecting them not to be?” The Queen asked, her head tilting slightly to the side and her eyebrow quirking up.

“Am I allowed to speak freely, Your Majesty?” Newt asked. The Queen nodded slightly. “If you forgive my bluntness, I would understand if they weren’t, I am no fool to think that I’m a welcomed guest. I am, after all, in their eyes trying to steal the crown from the rightful King.”

The butler placed a cup of tea in front of the Queen. “Ah, well, yes, I suppose I can understand that.” The Queen smiled at the butler, waving him off. “I sought you out for something other than asking how you’re faring here, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, how can I be of service, Your Majesty?” Newt asked.

The Queen placed her spoon on the side and smiled. “I hear you’re quite close to Alby Einstein.”

“He’s my best friend.” Newt said proudly. “Has he done something wrong?”

“No, no, it’s not that.” The Queen shook her head. “As you know, the Genovian ball is just around the corner. My grandson has never been a dancer, and well, I was hoping if you could ask Mr. Einstein to teach Minho how to dance?”

“Oh,” Newt pursed his lips. “I thought Jorge was teaching him?” Newt asked.

The Queen smiled, “Yes, he was, but… you’ve seen them.” Her tone was exasperated but her eyes looked fond. “Leave them alone for an extended period of time… they’d end up on the floor, bruised and possibly bloodied.” The Queens sighed and Newt wondered how she can manage to make it look so dignified. “He’ll be compensated for his services, of course.”

“I have noticed that they’ve been at each other’s throats whenever I find them together.” Newt commented, “It’s no trouble at all, Your Majesty. I’m sure Alby would be happy to do it, even for free.”

The Queen smiled. “If Mr. Einstein’s schedule allows it, I would like his lessons to start this week.”

Newt glanced at his watch. “Since it's still early, I can go to his estate and ask him, Your Highness. You’ll have an answer by tonight.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do it today, you can go when you’re free…”

“I don’t have anything planned today, Your Highness, it wouldn’t be any trouble at all.” Newt told her. I'm practically a social pariah nowadays, Newt thought, a power-hungry Demon like dear old Janson is.

On the other side of the Palace, Chuck was walking Newt’s dog, Alexi. As much as he liked doing things for Newt, walking his dog can be a big pain in the ass. The big furry dog loved making Chuck run after him and Newt wasn’t inclined in making him stop. Chuck soon realized that Newt often went on a walk in the middle of the night and it was usually after midnight. He had lost count of the times he was woken up by one of the evening guards to inform him about his ward’s activities. Chuck had always resented the man for it but after witnessing the meeting with his Uncle a few days ago, all he could feel towards the man was protectiveness and something he was sure Newt would kill him for feeling, pity. For someone so nice (and quite a low self-esteem), he had a lot of pride.

Whenever Chuck was forced out of bed due to Newt, he’d head to the garden and find Newt and Alexi by the fountain. Alexi would be running around, chasing something while Newt would be looking at the sky, looking somber and melancholy. He once told Chuck that this was the only time he could think. Chuck wondered if that was true, he also wondered if Newt knew that he didn’t deserve what Janson was doing to him.

Newt was a nice guy, sure; but it can’t be denied that he can also act like a prick and a dick to those who didn’t find amusing or worth his time. But that didn’t make him anything like this Uncle. Lord Janson was the epitome of dickishness in Chuck’s mind. The memories of Newt’s bruises after his meeting Janson was still fresh in his mind. He wanted to forget like Newt requested but how can he? If he could, he’d reach out to Jorge or someone… to help the young Lord. But Newt didn’t want it and he wasn’t sure how to proceed with the situation.

After a while, Chuck was still stuck in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the leash slowly slipping through his fingers until it was too late. Chuck tried to grab on it but the big ball of fur with legs was too fast and was already out of grasp. “Alexi!” Chuck called, breaking in to a run to follow the dog.

Minho was walking past the hallway when Chuck ran straight at him. It was like running a solid wall, Chuck fell back, falling on his ass. Alexi ran back to him, barking happily and when Chuck opened his eyes, the dog was beside him, nudging his cheek with his snout. It was like he was apologizing, Chuck didn’t know if he should be endeared or not. Bloody Dog.

Minho crouched down to pet the animal. “I didn’t know you had a dog.” Minho scratched the back of Alexi’s ears. “What’s his name?” The dog laid down on the floor, prompting Minho to scratch his belly.

Chuck got up, glaring at Alexi who was enjoying the tummy rub Minho was giving him. “His name’s Alexi, he’s not mine.”

“Who does he belong to then?” Minho asked, he had half a mind to take the dog off Chuck’s hands. Chuck looked like he was having a hard time keeping the dog in line. “He’s so cute.” Alexi turned his head towards Minho, growling. MInho smirked. “Pretty?” He tried but the dog growled again. “Handsome?” Minho smiled when the dog laid back down, returning to his position earlier.

“He’s Lord…” Chuck began to say.

“Alexi! Come!” An irritatingly familiar voice called. Minho looked over his shoulder and found Isaac Newton walking towards them. Alexi quickly got on his feet and ran towards the blonde. The dog barked happily as Newt crouched down and petted him. “You didn’t give Young Charles a hard time, did you darling?” They heard Newt ask the dog.

Chuck huffed out a breath next to him. “We were heading to you, but he ran off…” Chuck began to explain but trailed off. “I thought you were going to walk Alexi outside?”

“I was supposed to but change of plans, Chuckie.” Newt said, ruffling the boy’s hair. “We’re going for a drive and we’ll drop Alexi off earlier than expected at the hospital.” The dog whined, nipping Newt’s pants. “Oh darling, I know but you want to get better, yes?” He looked at Minho, a brilliant smile on his face. “Good Morning, Your Highness.”

“It was good until I saw you.” Minho said bluntly.

The corner of Newt’s lips twitched at Minho’s response. He chuckled, patting his cheek as he passed the monarch. Minho would have grabbed the limb and lashed out on Newt, because how dare he touch him. “Oh come now, Prince Minho, I know seeing me has become the highlight of your days.” Minho opened his mouth to retort but Newt shook his head as he raised his hand to waive goodbye “How do you Americans say it? Catch you later?” Newt walked away with Chuck and his dog trailing behind him.

Alby was quite surprised to find his best friend at the door. He was sure Newt told him that he wouldn’t visit for some time. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?” Alby asked, leaning against his door sill. “I thought you’d be too busy stealing the throne to come visit my humble abode.”

“Being a Villain is tiring, I don’t know how Janson does it.” Newt pushed past him.

Alby snorted, shaking his head. “That’s cause that Uncle of yours is the Devil Incarnate.” Alby looked at the boy Newt left standing there. “Uhh, are you with him?” Alby asked, his eyebrow quirking up. The boy nodded. “Ah, wait, you’re Chuck?”

“He’s told you about me?” Chuck asked, a little surprised.

“That prick tells me everything, unfortunately… except this visit.” Alby pulled him inside. “Do you have any idea why he’s here?”

“I think the Queen asked him something… I’m not really sure.” Chuck told him.

“Hey Alby, don’t you have anything stronger than this?” Newt asked loudly.

Alby sighed, rolling his eyes. “Come on, make yourself at home. Mi casa es su casa.” Alby squeezed his shoulder before going in the room where Newt disappeared into. “Are we sure we wanna drink this early in the morning?” He heard Alby ask.

“There’s no such thing as too early.” Chuck heard Newt drawl. “God, this tastes atrocious, what the fuck is this?”

“It’s one of Ben’s experimental drinks. He and a friend he met on Tumblr were exchanging recipes.” Alby told him. “It doesn’t taste that bad.”

“It doesn’t taste that bad… right, and the reason why it’s still here is because…” Chuck came in and found Newt raiding Alby’s liquor cabinet. “I miss my summer house, when all of this is done, remind me to never answer my Uncle’s calls."

“If you manage to survive this plot of your Uncle’s then I’ll be happy too.” Alby told him. “Have you come up with a plan?”

Minho glared at the computer as Thomas read an article he found about Isaac Newton. “Dude, how exactly can you hate him? He’s exactly your type?” Thomas asked. “I don’t know him personally, sure but dude, he’s something nice to look at.”

“He’s not something.” Minho grumbled. “He breathes, talks and moves.”

“Okay, it says here that he’s one of the most eligible bachelors in Genovia.” Minho snorted at that. “They also say that he really has royal blood in his veins but they weren’t sure if he was eligible for the throne.” Minho rolled his eyes. “His parents died when he was 7 years old, Lord Janson, the brother of his mother, took him in after that.” Thomas looked at him. “That’s tragic, man.”

“No wonder he’s a dick.” Minho said, opening the link Thomas sent.

“Dude, you just learned his parents died, it wouldn’t hurt to feel some sympathy for the dude.” Minho didn’t have to look at Thomas to know that there was a frown on his face. Minho was tempted to look outside his window to see if the world was coming to an end because Thomas, who was the epitome of tactlessness and insensitivity, was lecturing him about being sympathy and empathy.

But Thomas was right (something he would never admit to the shank), he should be more sympathetic but he wasn’t referring to his parents’ dying but to him being taken in by Janson at such a young age, from their brief interactions in the parliament meetings he’s attended the past few weeks, he can see that Janson was a dick. Growing up around someone like that… it would have left a big impression on someone. “He’s really cute though, dude.”

Minho’s eyes narrowed. “He’s really not.” Minho replied immediately.

Thomas looked at him, a little skeptical. “Whatever you say, man. We’re staring at a picture of him and even Sonya says that’s he’s cute.” Thomas told him seriously. Minho rolled his eyes again because like whatever they said was valid. “He looks young too, are you guys sure that he’s 21?”

“I’ve noticed he looks young, it’s the genes, I think.” He wasn’t sure how their discussion of their accommodations when they come visit went to the Young Lord sleeping a few doors away from him but it did and now Thomas was pestering him about it. “Dude, why are we even talking about him?” Minho asked before Thomas could open his mouth again about Newt. “You planning on breaking things off with Gally?”

“What? No! Shut up, dude, I think if things come to that, Gally would have a better chance with Isaac Newton than I do.” Thomas flipped him off. “Besides, he wants to steal your crown.” Thomas’ eyes averted away from the camera again. “I think it won’t hurt to get to know him. Know what they say, ‘know thy enemy’. Or you know, ‘keep your friends, and your enemies closer’.”

“Minho isn’t capable of that high level thinking, you know that.” Teresa said, as she passed by.

“Fuck you, Agnes!” Minho yelled at her which she responded with a smile before sending him a flying kiss. She left the room when Thomas gave her his phone. “I know I should get to know him but I’m doing a fine job at that.” Minho looked out the window and found Newt and Chuck arriving. Alexi, Newt’s dog, just ran out of the car and headed to the gardens. Chuck ran after him. “I don’t think he’s that complicated.”

“Says you.” Thomas says and Minho knows that he was rolling his eyes. “You’re not exactly a good judge of character, man.”

“And you are?” Minho asks. “You thought Gally was straight until he kissed you in front of the whole school.”

The door opened and Gally walked through just in time to hear Minho say that. “Why are you guys talking about that again?” He walked over to Thomas and waved at Minho. “Who’s Isaac Newton? Is he your new guy?” Gally asked.

Thomas laughed, “No, Minho’s denying it and labeling him as his arch nemesis.” Thomas told him. “He’s cute, right?”

Gally nodded. “Yeah, bro. You should go for it.”

“Remind me again why I’m here.” Alby said, plugging in the sound system before looking at Newt. “Because I seem to recall refusing.”

“Because you’re my best friend and you love me?” Newt grinned as he looked at his watch. “Besides, the Queen personally requested you to teach her grandson how to dance. You can't refuse a request from the Queen, Alby.”

“I didn’t know the palace had a Dance Studio.” Alby was stretching his legs beside Newt, looking at his reflection while his best friend, lifted himself to sit on the bar. “So how is life living in this place? I expect they’re being terribly pleasant towards you?”

“Should we be discussing that here?” Newt asked him. He nods though. “It’s a little unnerving. Nothing I didn’t expect but I expected to feel... unwelcome.” Newt told him. “So far, it’s only the prince who thinks I should bury myself underground. He doesn’t bother to hide it and it’s amusing.” Newt chuckled. “I don’t know if anything will come out of this, I don’t know if I’ll be king or I’ll be branded a failed Usurper, I suppose I’m only glad that the practice of taking heads is no longer done because if I do fail, I’d hate to see my bloody head detached from my body.”

Alby shoved him, giving him a look that made Newt feel slightly guilty. “Where is the prince? I thought he’ll be here by now?”

"Why haven't you gone in yet?" Minho whipped around and found Chuck there. "Sorry, did I scare you?" Minho gave him a pointed look.

"I'm waiting for Isaac Newton to leave the room." Minho said, moving away from the door. "What's he doing in there anyway? How did he get there before I did?" Minho asked, looking at the bodyguard expectantly. "Is he flirting with my dance instructor?"

"What?" He heard a familiar voice ask. "Flirt with Alby? God, that's disgusting."

Minho turned around to look at the pair blocking the entrance of the dance studio. The man next to Newt must have been the dance instructor, 'Alby'. "You did try to flirt with me the first time we met." The dance instructor reminded him.

"Impossible. We met when we were 3." Newt frowned at him. "You're practically my brother. Flirting with you will be strange.”

Alby shrugged and turned towards Minho. "It's an honour to meet you, Your Grace." Alby offered his hand to shake. "Newt hasn't been able to shut his mouth about you, it's quite endearing." Alby said, ignoring Newt's undignified squawk. "I'm Alby and I'll be teaching you today."

Alby apparently asked Newt to be there. Newt refused at first (Minho didn’t believe that the evil shank refused) but Alby insisted (he didn't believe that either). And even with Newt’s disruptive presence, Minho was able to absorb a few things from the instructor. So far, Alby was a good teacher. He also seemed like a good person, well, basing it from what Newt has been yammering about since they began.

From what Newt tells him, who he tries to ignore, Alby’s family is in the performing arts industry. Alby helps with teaching at their performing arts school and at the side, he works with kids in Orphanages as well. “You’re like my walking resume, aren’t you?” Alby smirked at his best friend. Newt rolled his eyes and continued telling Minho about one of the kids that Alby worked with. “Don’t let him fool you,” Alby said, low enough for only Minho to hear. “He usually comes with me when I volunteer.”

Newt and Alby exchanged insults like they were talking about the weather. It reminded him of his friendship with Thomas. The insults held no real bite. Newt can give as good as he gets and sometimes, he would win and it would have Alby rolling his eyes at him. Minho wasn’t watching them interact in between positions, it was just a passing observation from a person totally not watching them. Seeing as he wasn’t observing them, he didn’t notice the glances that Alby would cast at Newt every chance he gets. He was going to comment on it when the glimmer in his eyes wasn’t one of affection or love or any of the klunk that he notices in Gally or Thomas’ eyes when they look at each other, it was the glimmer that he saw in Teresa’s eyes whenever Gally and Thomas has one of their fights.

It's been an hour since they started and it was the nth time that Minho stepped on Alby's toes when Alby told him to stop. Newt was cackling (giggling) near the speakers. Alby was looking at him sheepishly. "Let's take a break." Alby told him, walking over to the side. "3 minutes."

Minho sighed and sat down on the chair next to Newt. The shank was too amused in this, why couldn’t he just go away, so Minho can embarrass himself without any witnesses other than Alby? "Don't you have anything better to do?" Minho glared at the blonde who had calmed down from his giggle fit. Newt looked like he was going to have another one.

Newt turned towards him, smirking. "I've got to be honest; living in the palace hasn't been as entertaining as I thought it'd be." Newt told him, "I've been looking for entertainment, and watching you try to dance is the most fun I've had since I got here."

Minho scowled at him, his eyes narrowing. "Have you ever been called a dick?" Minho asked, stopping himself from using the Glade slang that he's always used to using. Newt only smirked, Minho wanted to wipe it off his face. He wasn't sure how though.

"Not to my face, no." Newt shrugged, unfazed by the insult. "You'd be the first."

"Dick." Minho said with as much venom he could muster.

Alby was back to standing in the middle of the studio, clapping his hands, calling Minho back. "Go on, dance. Pretend I'm not here laughing."

Alby was still teaching him the waltz which was really, an easy dance but it seemed Minho's feet were asleep and detested instructions today. Alby huffed before telling Minho to stop once again. He turned towards Newt who looked far too amused for Minho’s liking but it slowly disappeared when he caught Alby looking at him. "Newt, I need you." Alby said, pulling his best friend from the sideline. "Stand here." Alby instructed. "Minho, put your hand on his waist."

"What?" They both asked.

"Are you both deaf?" Alby tutted, "I said put your hand on his waist." Alby told Minho.

"Why does he have to be the boy?" Newt asked. "Why can't you be the one dancing with him anymore?"

"Because I have to teach him how to move as the lead." Alby said, rolling his eyes. "He has to learn how to lead," Alby told Newt, he rolled his eyes and clapped his hands together. "Now, Minho, hand on Izzy's waist."

"Oh stop embarrassing me, wanker." Newt said, a smile gracing his face momentarily. "Now, you heard your teacher, hand on my bloody waist." Newt smirked at Minho. Newt was looking at him expectantly and really, he was asking to be punched.

Alby rolled his eyes and grabbed Minho's hand and placed it on Newt's waist. "Alright, Newt, let Minho lead, alright?"

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howlingcommando98-blog · 8 years

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Cracks.

Request: I heard this song I hadn’t listened to in years that used to be on the radio all the time when I was younger and I thought it might make an interesting Gally AU? It’s called Foundations by Kate Nash and it’s a bit weird but quite catchy! Maybe they have a fight that they don’t properly resolve so it causes this rough patch where they’re always trying to get at/piss each other off or one up each other etc? And they’re both too stubborn to be the one to try to fix it first? But one day something reminds them of how things were at the start of the relationship and they both face up to what they've been doing and where they might be headed if they don't at least try to fix it? Or something sort of like that? The song has a few different plot points and stuff! But don't worry about it if you don't want to write it! Also sorry if I'm not making much sense or rambling! :) x by anon.

A/N: *Sheepish wave* Hi guys! I just wanna briefly say that I am soo sorry! I am going to post something soon just to briefly explain and apologize for my absence - thankyou for sticking with me! And I hope my writing will start to make it up to all my beautiful followers. I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it! There will be a part two to come!

That Bastard. You thought venomously, as you stared at the mess left in the kitchen. He knew you had been at work all day, he knew that you hated having to clean up after him and he certainly knew how tired you would be at this time of the evening.

Deciding not to waste your energy on yelling at him, choosing to be childish and petty instead, you began tidying the kitchen. You made sure that your huffs and sighs were exaggerated, whilst you placed things in the cupboard with extra exuberance in the petty hope that the endless clanging would awaken him.

You felt a bitter victory course through your veins when he walked, sullenly, into your kitchen. Not even bothering to hide your smirk, you showed an obvious fake concern. “Oh sorry, did I wake you?” The glare he fixed you with was indication enough that he was aware of the subtle lie in your words. “Or maybe you just came to help me clean up your fucking mess.”

Shaking his head at you with a gaze filled with disappointment he lazily replied. “It’s your fucking kitchen.”

Scoffing angrily, you swiftly retorted. “ Oh well that’s funny, seeing as we both paid towards this shitty apartment.” You ensured that your tone was bathed in a fake uncertainty, as though you were seriously considering the situation.

He said nothing, there was nothing to be said. Almost every heated interaction between the two of you over the past months had ended this way, the two of you running out of energy - neither one of you bothering to even indulge in pettiness anymore - and falling silent.

For what felt like the thousandth time you merely stood and stared each-other down, eyes darting across the others features as though desperately searching for the one thing you fell in love with in the beginning.

Opening his mouth to speak, Gally raised a hand to point almost accusingly towards you, but after a moment he thought better. Closing his mouth, he looked away, shaking his head in aggravation.

As you watched him walk away, out of the apartment with an angry slam of the door, you weren’t entirely sure how to feel. Relieved that he was gone for now? Upset that things had gotten so bad, so suddenly? Reminiscent of the sparse good memories you held of him? Sad that yet another argument had ended without a drop of closure?

Forgetting the mess of the kitchen altogether, despite how it had just caused an argument, you slowly lowered yourself into the nearest chair. In a strange twist of reality, your mind was both racing and entirely still all at once - as though you were aware of the solution to your problems with Gally and yet, you couldn’t stop thinking of an alternative.

You should let go.

But you just couldn’t.

Gally hadn’t come back that night, you assumed that he had stayed with one of his few friends but, strangely, you didn’t give much thought to where he had been. He had walked in the morning after, supplied you with a clipped ‘morning’ and then proceeded to clumsily tidy the still messed kitchen.

You had watched him with curiosity - questions that you couldn’t quite articulate running through your mind.

Currently, you were both sat on the dingy couch - paying each other no mind. Gally was watching something loud and brash on the television while you flipped through an uninteresting book. Getting bored of scanning the words with abject disinterest, your eyes flickered up to his face.

You felt your eyebrows raise just slightly as your gaze met his, he had already been watching you. The expression he held never once changed and you felt yourself grow uncomfortable, uncertain - but, as had become the norm, you covered these emotions in a defensive outpouring of aggravation.

“What?” The snapping word was likely unfair, he had done nothing wrong, but you felt like you were slowly breaking in two and anger was the only way to hide it.

A chirping sound beside you saved him from having to reply, saved you both from another screaming argument. Thankful for an excuse to break eye contact you swiftly snatched the phone up from the coffee table.

“It’s Brenda, they wanna have a get together tonight. Like a reunion.” When he made no attempt to reply to that information, you glanced over and pushed him to reply. “Gally?”

“Yeah?” He sounded tired, defeated, finished.

“Can we go?”

Keeping your hope hidden away, you waited patiently for a reply. You sincerely doubted that his answer would be yes, these were your friends - not his - and there seemed to be at least some level of mutual dislike between them.

“Yeah..” The word was spoken in an almost cautious manner, as though he wasn’t quite sure whether it was the right response.

Failing miserably to hide the surprise from your widening eyes, you smiled at him - for the first time in what felt like years. “Thanks...” You told him, feeling odd. “I’ll let her know.”

“You came!” Brenda’s exclamation was surprisingly loud as she pulled you into the apartment.

Sheepish, you attempted a smile. “I told you we would.”

Something about those words, or perhaps the way you had said them, seem to sit strangely with Brenda. “Yeah, but...” Seeming to think better than to explain herself, Brenda shook her head and muttered “don’t worry” before leading you and Gally into the living room.

“Shit! You guys actually came!” As usual, Minho employed more cursing than was actually necessary but his burst of speech and surprise gave you pause.

They clearly had not expected you to come, despite your reassurances.

Deciding not to question them, having grown weary of confrontation and disagreement, you smiled and accepted his embrace. After a friendly pat on the back Minho let you go, his eyes sliding past you and towards your companion.

“Gally.” He greeted, curt.

Nodding in response, Gally shifted just slightly towards your figure. Why did he do that? As soon as the thought flashed through your mind you found yourself pondering when exactly it was that you had begun questioning his every action.

Sensing the slight awkwardness in the room, Newt spoke up next. “You two gonna sit down or what?” Thankful for the humor in his tone you shot him a smile and sat beside him - Gally coming to claim the seat on your other side.

About an hour into the night, any lingering discomfort in the air had dissipated like smoke, and you were honestly enjoying yourself. As usual Minho had been the main talker but none of you really minded, their group dynamic had always worked strangely well.

Gally didn’t say much, unsurprisingly, but you found that you didn’t mind so much - you still felt grateful that he had even agreed to come.

In fact the entire night had made you strangely reminiscent - remembering times long forgotten. Memories of when you and Gally had first met, your first date, your first kiss, your relationship back when it had been shiny and new and happy.

You missed it.

The drive home had been silent, but not heavy. For the entire journey your mind had been preoccupied, thinking about Gally and how everything could have possibly gotten so bad.

In a daze you had walked with him from the car to the apartment, silence still hanging in the air. Before Gally could retreat into the bedroom, you gripped his arm. “Gally, wait.”

He seemed nervous to turn and face you, probably worried that you would say something to spark an argument. Unfortunately, you doubted that the night would end without an argument however, you were hoping that it would lack the pettiness of your previous screaming matches.

“We need to talk.”

Masterlist.

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notfunnyislike · 8 years

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how is there not a Fallout TMR au yet though (that I’ve come across, that is)

like?????

the setting resembles the TMR universe well enough, just with nuclear fallout instead of sun flares

the vaults are isolated and each one of them is meant to be a different experiment (at least in Fallout 3, I’m not as familiar with the others yet), kind of like the mazes

the Overseer could easily be either Janson or Paige

ghouls could easily be cranks

the Right Arm could be the Brotherhood of Steel or some equivalent

your character has just exited the vault for the first time and has no real idea what to expect from the outside, similar to the gladers escaping the maze and having to experience the scorch for the first time

there are tons of things you can do with that universe, including spins on all the different quests

it could totally be a thing???? why isn’t it????

#tmr #tmrau #tmr au #the maze runner #the scorch trials #there are probably other points that I'm missing but I can't think very well atm #BUT LIKE #it could be really cool #and I would read the fuck out of it if anyone ever wrote it #art and edits would also be amazing

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wcdidthis-a-blog · 8 years

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mAY I ASK YOU ALL to please consider:

au of the scene in the mall where Thomas is holding the door. he didn’t run fast enough and the cranks overwhelmed him, and he was so far behind the others that they didn’t even realize he wasn’t with them until he was too late. by the time they risk going back for him, he’s gone, and they can’t find him. they assume he’s dead and don’t really have any other choice but to continue on without him

BUT ACTUALLY. he’s not dead.

and he gets left behind.

(◕‿◕✿)

#;; shut up brie ( ooc. )#;; wishlist #tmrau #tmr au #tst #( hello my name is brie and I enjoy making thomas's life miserable )

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amayajiiwe · 8 years

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remember tmrau? i just finished writing chapter 2 and i’m editing now. it should be up in an hour or so unless i fall asleep

#tmrau #it's midnight so there's a high chance i'll get too tired #kay speaks

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shucked-and-gone-to-hell-blog · 9 years

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ⓉⓂⓇ ⒶⓊ + ⓈⓆⓊⒶⓇⒺ

тнє ινу тяισ // gєη∂єяѕωαρ

#tmr #tmredit #tmrau #shucked-and-gone-to-hell #mine #capitol #thominewt #thomas x minho x newt #thomas #minho #newt #tmrcreativitynet #the mighty gladers #the ivy trio #ot3: the mighty gladers back together again

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mazerunnermusical · 1 year

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Happy Mishapocalypse 10-Year Anniversary!

Here are synopses of the award-winning Misha Runner films:

In The Misha Runner, Misha (Misha Collins), an adult man, arrives in a glade at the center of a giant maze. Like the other Mishas dumped there before him, he has no memory of his previous life. Misha quickly becomes part of the group and soon after demonstrates a unique perspective that scores him a promotion to Misha Runner status -- those who patrol the always-changing maze to find an escape route. Together with Misha (Misha Collins), another Misha, Misha tries to convince the other Mishas that he knows a way out.

In The Misha Trials, transported to a remote fortified outpost, Misha and his fellow Mishas find themselves in trouble after uncovering a diabolical plot from the mysterious and powerful organization MISHA. With help from a new Misha, the Mishas stage a daring escape into the Misha Scorch, a desolate landscape filled with dangerous obstacles and crawling with the virus-infected Mishas. The Mishas’ only hope may be to find the Right Misha, a group of resistance fighters who can help them battle MISHA.

In The Misha Cure, Misha leads some escaped Mishas on their final and most dangerously Misha mission yet. To save the other Mishas, they must break into the legendary Misha City, a MISHA-controlled city that may turn out to be the deadliest maze of all. Any Misha who makes it out alive will get answers to the questions that the Mishas have been asking since they arrived in the Maze. Why is everyone Misha?

#the maze runner #mishapocalypse #misha collins #tmr meme #tmrmeme #mine #tmredit #tmrau #bgwitgy #the scorch trials #the death cure #if you see a starkid one that is me on my multifandom blog shipsonmymind

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the-fiction-witch · 6 years

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The Dance Below A Thousand Stars

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER AU X BEAUTY AND THE BEAST COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING: SWEET

Full Series:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/147901224-beauty-and-the-beast-tmrau

writers note: I know crazy right I am actually gonna finish this series!

NEWT’S POV:

“Ohh for goodness sake! this would be over six months ago if you two went so dam Awkward!” the teapot yells at me as I sat on the window seat in my room looking out at the rain

“You care for the girl don't you?” the clock asked

“Of course i do” I answer

“Then tell her” Everything yells at me

“why would she care about me I’m just her stupid prisoner boy” i complain

“Ohh my god! we know we talk to her! if I had arms by god I would shake you boy!” the clock yells

“What about if we arranged something so you would both see how much you care about each other” The teapot suggested

“I guess so” I shrug after a little while of most things running off I went down the library when I got there the fire was going and I saw y/n laid on the floor wrapped up in her dress with a half-open book she must have fallen asleep “Y/n?” I ask making her sit up a little

“Ohh Newt! I’m sorry I’ll go” she blushed

“Its alright y/n” I tell her shutting the door behind me

“But this is your library,” she says

“it's alright, I wouldn't feel happy if I kicked you out,” I tell her

“well thank you, but as your hear could you do me a favour?” she asks

“of course” I smile

“Could you get me one of the books from the top shelf I would go up myself, but.... the ladders are more build for people not...me” she said sadly

“Ohh dont worry I’ll get you down as many books as you want” I tell her quickly going up the ladder and getting her down any book she wanted I had to help her out with reading the books a little two as she didn’t want to damamge the books with her claws and all till we where sat by the fire wrapped up in the huge pars of her dress as we read a book together even if she kept elbowing me because she wasn’t done reading the page I kept giving her fur or hair I’m not completely sure a soft little stroke and it was so comfy to have her cuddled with me as we read

“Newt?” she asks

“Yes?” I ask her

“Do you hate me?” she asks

“what? No! Y/n I don’t hate you I just, I miss my family, my friends, Y/n I do love spending time with you but- I miss my old life” I tell her

“Newt, I will let you go home for one night, to see your family and your friends, but you must come back the next day” She told me

“ohh Of course I will y/n I promise” I tell her hugging her close “Thank you so much” I tell her

“and when you come back maybe we could have a nice big dinner” she suggested

“I would love too y/n” I tell her giving her head a little kiss

TIMESKIP:

after I had seen my friends a little having to try and avoid Teresa the most I could and after seeing home I felt so happy to see the castle again once I got into the door I changed and happily went down the the dining hall where y/n was sat having some food “I missed you” I tell her

“I missed you too, the place seems so much quiet here without you” she smiles once we had sat down to dinner once we where done we walked out to the garden standing on the stone patio surrounded by roses the stars and moon bright in the deep blue sky “Would you like to dance?” she asks

“Of course” I smile holding her tightly she did look very pretty in her long flowing dress we slowly swaied listening to the sweet music from the garden I stpped on her toes a little but she just laughed and smiled cuddling me tighter as we danced as the music got a little faster our dance getting more complex like a disney movie dance almost she looked so happy with me as I span her a little and I saw her dress begin to change like it was on fire with glow and golden sparks like she was changing so I ept spinning her till she stopped almost falling over and sighed looking up at me she was normal, a beautiful girl she looked at me confused but i pulled her close kissing her lips softly and sweetly she kissed back melting into our heavenly kiss till she pulled back

“What is it?” she asked

“You look beautiful” I tell her “I love you y/n” I told her

“Ohh newt” she smiles hugging me tightly “I love you too” she smiles

“I never knew you looked like this” I tell her

“This is what I was like before” she smiled

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world” I tell her

“thank you for changing me back” she giggled

“Your welcome” I tell her

“I’m changed back now, you don't have to stay here,” she told me

“I don't? but I want to stay here with you” I tell her

“Really?” she asks

“Why would I ever want to leave you,” I tell her giving her another kiss till I saw the palace lighting up with golden light for a moment everyone else had changed back too ...

TIMESKIP:

I sighed as I could see the harsh light coming in though the window “Ehhh it’s to bright” I sighed

“Ohh stop complaining” Y/n laughs as she turned over to face me

“But I like complaining” I sigh

“it’s not your favourite thing to do thought is it?” she giggles

“Of course not darling” I smirk kissing her deeply pulling her closer

“Mummy! daddy!” I heard little voices yell as our door opened ...

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