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zer0brainc3lls · 9 months ago

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I bet on losing dogs pt4

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story summary: what if newtmas was canon in the death cure and there was a plot change?

word count: 8.3k

TW LIST: detailed gore, detailed mentions of blood loss, typical canon violence. let me know if i missed any!!

Newt's bones and eyes are still so so heavy but he has woken up, the muscles in his eyes twitch to open but his brain screams at him before he moves. DON'T OPEN YOUR EYES his survival instincts holler at him, he can't trust anyone anymore except his own heavy body. Where are you? Newt feels that the room is cold, his arms and legs are strapped down by what feels to be.. Warm leather. The leather is warm, he's been there a long time. He hears bombs raging on in the distance, it's muffled. Are you hurt? Newt can still feel his right palm stick against the bandages Minho had applied along with deep discomfort, his hand feels exposed despite being covered. His face still sears with agony from the scratches and his wrists whine in overuse. His bad leg screams at him, the muscles feel tight and raw under his flesh but despite that he has no new injuries except he feels a prick in his lower arm.

He feels blood being drained from his arm, his senses heightened already to pick up the sound of quiet breathing, along with heavy footsteps not too far away pacing rhymically. Keep your breathing steady he continued to breath at the pace he was earlier, his chest rising and falling in time with the steps. Who's in the room? The person who is drawing his blood is steady, clearly trained because the pain in his arm is very miniscule. Ava Paige is dead and the halls of the tower were empty, wait. Teresa had called for him to come back so she must have been waiting, Teresa is drawing his blood. The heavy footsteps boom louder with every step, presumably Janson. “What's taking so long?!” the ratman snaps. “He's dehydrated, the blood is barely coming out.” Teresa replies, her voice wobbling slightly. As if her words summoned it, his throat scratches at every breath he takes in as his head pounds desperate for water.

After a minute or two, Teresa finishes extracting his blood and removes the needle from his arm. Newt knows where he is, who he's with and what state he's in. He's not going to learn anything else with his eyes closed. open your eyes Newt listens and slowly opens his not so heavy eyelids and says, his voice scratching “why don't you just kill me?” his eyes drawn to the gray haired man. Janson turns and speaks in a low voice “no we don't want to do that Newt” he walks ever so slowly, almost taunting him. “We're going to take special care of you. We’ll keep you alive, just. And in return, you give life to the rest of us..” The crank turns on his heels at a snail pace, reaching out for something and making all of two steps back to newt. Holding a cylinder tube with a cap he ever so slowly removes and places to the side, the tip of the needle mocking him. The small see-through part of the mostly black cylinder glows a light blue. Desperation and rage bubble in his blood at the sight, the syringe Newt desperately needs, the serum he would give his own life for just out of reach.

The serum. Thomas’s serum.

“The ones we chose to save anyway.” The putrid crank carefully pulls up his sleeve, extending his arm out as he does so making sure Newt sees his arm. His arm is covered in black veins, almost like a web that's been woven together without care or direction spreading anywhere and everywhere. His arm is coated in a thin layer of dirt unlike the rest of his body, as if the flare itself is dirty. Newt's eyes are drawn away from the spider's web before him, up to the needle tip that Janson is waving right in front of his eyes. He smirks maniacally, his eyes wide and dangerous. He creeps the needle tip towards his arm.

…

“DONT YOU FUCKING DARE JANSON” the rage in his gut spreading to his throat, his arms, his legs, his bones and muscles. he wildly pulls against his restraints as if will stop the cruel crank, Janson taunts him by dragging out the process for as long as possible. Inching closer and closer and every centimetre he gets he somehow gets even slower, all the while Newt is screaming profanities at the top of his lungs. His throat burns as he screams. Somehow, Janson knows Thomas is infected and he's determined to remind Newt of this fact. How dare he taunt him?! Years and years of suffering, watching gladers die gruesome deaths and hearing their god awful screams knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do to save them. He can't let Thomas die, not now! He's the reason they got out of that maze, he saved his best friends' lives and gave him freedom, hope. For ONCE in his life he felt something other than complete hopelessness the day Thomas killed that griever. Newt finally had something to run for, to push for. Thomas made him believe in a future. He fought almost every battle he could, escaping the maze, fleeing from wicked, making it to the right arm, finding minho. He has one final job to do and that is to save thomas. the one thing he has left to fight for is JUST out of his reach, if he could just MOVE HIS GODDAMN HANDS-

SMASH

Janson falls to the floor in a spray of glass, his head thumping against the hospital floor. Teresa stood behind him breathing heavily, she quickly snatches the syringe off the floor before removing Newts restraints. Relief floods through Newt's body and he fights to shake from the nonstop adrenaline that he believes may never stop coursing through him after this night. Teresa mumbles something that doesn't reach Newt's ears while she struggles with a buckle, Newt desperately trying to assist her wriggles his way up and away from the leather. Teresa removes the restraint before the crank whose head is dripping with blood grabs Teresa by the hair and throws her across the room with an inhumane amount of strength, Teresa slides across a table of medical equipment before falling onto the cold ground. “TERESA” Newt screeches before using his bandaged hand to try undo the rest of his body, he fights a whine at the back of his throat at the pain that boils under his palm as he does. He struggles to ignore the fact that his once white bandages are becoming crimson and sticky.

Newt blocks out the screaming and fighting not even a metre away, only focusing on the buckles. Eventually he frees himself and he hears a loud THUNK and a lack of high pitched screams, Teresa's limp body crumples to the floor, her eyes shut tightly. A machete shines under the fluorescent hospital light, his machete. Jansons' eyes notice quicker and he's already snatched it, his teeth bared wildly. Newts runs and pounces at Janson, both bodies flying out the door of the hospital room and into an equally bright hallway. Newt and Janson tumble around on the ground, punches thrown and kicks landing into stomachs and faces. Janson barely uses the blade, only slicing Newt hesitantly across his shoulder blade and arm, clearly having no clue how to wield the blade. Fucking pathetic. If the machete were in Newt's hand however? Janson would've been dead already. If it weren't for Jansons flare enhanced strength Newt would have overpowered his pen pusher body by now, machete or not.

Janson manages to deliver a heavy blow to the side of Newt's head, the world spins and darkens for a moment. He stumbles to the ground, trying to reel his consciousness back to him. The crank straddles him with the machete to his neck, pressing down slightly blood drips from Newt's neck. The cut is nowhere near deep, in fact Newt barely feels the small cut. “He was never supposed to be in the maze!” Janson spat, Newt has a firm grip on Jansons wrist keeping the machete from getting any deeper than a paper cut. “But he just had to go after you and all your little friends didn't he? So brave so.. Caring” the end of his sentence reeks of sarcastic sweetness, Newts grip gets impossibly tighter as he attempts to push Janson away to no avail. “The one thing Ava did right was making you The Glue, so desperate. Putting his life above your own? Their lives above your own?” Newt tries to kick up with his feet and push Jansons body off with his core, he squirms around desperately trying to get out from underneath the vile crank.

BANG

Janson drops the machete, his arm goes limp for a moment. Newt seizes the opportunity and pushes Janson off him and snatches the machete off the floor and scrambles up to his feet, blood pumping in his ears. He looks up to find Teresa holding a small pistol, eyes wide looking down at Janson. More specifically his shoulder which is now seeping with blood. Her body is stiff and unwavering, her hair tangled around the back from Jansons cruel fingers. Her breaths are quick and shallow, her bottom lip quivering.

“We need to go-!” Newt's authoritarian tone is cut short by bombs that make the floor shake and cause both him and Teresa to fall to the ground, Janson who was on his hands and knees attempting to stand falls flat on his stomach. Smoke and ash fill his lungs and burn his eyes, the light above flickering on and off, wires spark with electricity bouncing off the ceiling and walls. The pistol that Teresa held moments ago flies from her hands as she falls, landing right next to Jansons body ready for the taking when he eventually stands his ground.

Newt somehow gains his footing despite being in a much weaker state than Teresa, grabbing the back of her white coat insisting they need to move. Without hesitation she too scrambles to her feet as they run down the hallway, his body mimicking a rusty doll in need of oil as he moves, every step becoming more and more agonising. Bullets spray down the hallway just before they duck into the next, his bum leg getting weaker by the second. “In here!!” Teresa shrieks, pulling Newt through two glass double doors that move apart on their own. They stumble into a large what seems to be a testing room..? The right wall lined with thick glass and well past the gone crank inside, banging on the glass in ripped up dirty hospital gowns. The back wall and centre of the room filled with small tables with medical equipment and the largest object in the room being a large cylinder machine Newt couldn't even fathom the name of. Newts bum leg drips.. Drips?

Newt looks down to find a gunshot wound embedded into his right thigh.

His breath hitches at the sight, he collapses to the floor almost hitting his head against a metal cabinet before Teresa grabs him and lowers him to the ground. Teresa brows furrowed in concentration immediately, she scrambles through cabinets and seconds later she finds what she's looking for. A long white cloth and small scalpel. SCALPEL?? Newt's eyes widen in shock and he considers scrambling away from her even though she's a trained doctor. “I'm not cutting you, I need something for the tourniquet.” right. Newt remembers Jorge showing him how to tie one of those a few times, you need something to put in it to act as a “torsion device” Newt's body settles significantly and she allows Teresa to cut off his pant leg and wrap the cloth around his now scarlet soaked leg. Her fingers and arms work quickly, she's mumbling steps to herself throughout the quick and painful process. Newt hisses in pain as she tightens the cloth, “sorry, if it hurts-” “that means it's working, i know-” - he hisses and scrunches his eyes closed - “Jorge told me.”

Teresa finishes the tourniquet and takes the now cut off pant leg and starts to instruct Newt to press down on the wound, as if he hasn't done that already tonight before the sound of the glass doors opening once more interrupts her. Heavy footsteps walk ever so slowly into the room, Janson calls out for teresa. Teresa quickly leaves Newt's side and scrambles behind the desk, Janson goes on a long winding speech about the girl and her betrayals. Newts mind drifts away from the sounds of teresa shifting around the room and jansons taunting, he barely notices when his own body shifts to get away from the cranks watchful eye. Newt is only thinking about two things, how dry Thomas's blood is on Newt's hands. it coats his palms and fingers, the way it trapped itself underneath his dirty nails. How much time does Thomas have left? Does he have any time left at all? Or has his heart come to a steady stop along with Newt's ability to think about anything other than survival?

The second thing being how Jansons undeserving body receives blood from his icy heart every second that passes, every heavy footstep being assisted by his flare infested brain that is undeserving of the ash tainted air. How is Janson allowed to walk while so many boys lay dead in the deadheads? How is Janson allowed to breathe while Albys lungs receive no such sensation and never will again? How is Janson allowed to point a gun towards someone else while Winston willingly turned on to himself? So many deaths and screams haunt his mind, will his mind ever quiet again? Or will he forever be forced to hear their screams whenever he breathes?

Oh.. the world is escaping him now, everything is focusing and unfocusing as if he was taking glasses on and off again. What is that sound? White noise buzzes almost inside his head, his brain shaking for blood. “Don't you have enough blood on your hands already?!” Janson calls out, oh his talking to him. Who else would he be talking to? Newt realises that his hands are shaking violently, how long have they been doing that for? “Your little friend Thomas might not have been able to shoot her.. But I can!” Newt senses are impossibly heightened so much so he can hear the gun rattle in Jansons palms,

Newt looks towards Janson, black veins pulsing up his neck.. His neck. Newt looks down at his machete which is covered in now half dried blood, his own blood. The machete shimmers under the flickering lights calling to him, the handle almost slips itself into Newt's hand as he wobbles to stand. “JANSON!!” he screams, tumbling towards the crank. Janson turns to point the gun towards the blonde but is much too slow because by the time his pupils almost disappear in shock at Newt's raised arm it's too late for him. Newts arm and shoulder muscles tighten as he slashes his machete across Jansons throat, the blade swipes effortlessly into his flesh, unlike Janson Newts slash is not hesitant or unpracticed. The gun that once shook in the cranks palms drops to the floor as he claws at his throat, blood dripping from his mouth as he falls to the floor choking on crimson.

Once Janson drops to the floor all the strength newt gathered deep within his bones all slips away from him, Teresa grabs his arm and helps him hobble out of the room with her. Any and all tension snaps, Newt in this moment feels no hatred towards her because in this moment they both want the same things, to survive this nightmare along with thomas. Wires all around them blow and light up with electricity, the halls reek of ash and gunpowder as they stumble towards a stairwell. Teresa’s voice orders him to move in certain directions and he does what he's told with no argument, they enter a stairwell, the stairs leading down boom in fire. Teresa leads them up the stairs, Newt desperately trying to take some of his weight off her shoulders.

They climb and climb until Teresa uses her free hand to open a door taking them onto the roof, everything around them burns violently, the sheer brightness burns into newts eyes. Teresa turns back around to go back into the stair well before that too, explodes in bright fire. Newt can almost see the hopelessness radiating off of her, her mind finally coming to a stop and realising it over, their done. Dead. They had failed.

Newt's body finally gives out, crashing to the ground along with Teresa who tries to break his fall. Teresa's chest rises and falls as she gasps for air desperately, the sky starts to slowly swirl together. Teresa reaches into her pocket and hands Newt the syringe he came back for. “I knew you would come back.” she said, her tone impossibly soft as if the world was not on fire. “I knew you would help me.” Newt responds in the same manner, in this moment, in this fire, Newt cannot hate the girl that holds her. He will never forgive her but he cannot hate her. “I- i dont want to die Teresa.” The words escape his chapped lips and his fogged brain before he has the chance to bite his tongue, he struggles to speak with the ash in his lungs. He knew the likelihood of his return ending in his death, but now that he is faced with it burning all around him he's never felt such despair in his life. Even in death he couldn't keep his promise. “Me neither.” her voice tremors now, another understanding. Her tone is ridden with guilt, not the same guilt Newt carries in his chest but guilt all the same.

White noise blares in his ears, the noise gets closer and closer.. Teresa turns to look in front of them, Newt turns also to see that the noise is the berg. The berg!! “C’MON!!” Teresa commands, lifting Newt to his feet, practically dragging him to the edge of the building. Newt holds the syringe impossibly tight in his hands, his eyes fighting to stay open as he searches for Thomas in the berg. His bones heavy and tired attempt to put up one final fight, his body searches for one final push of adrenaline to get him and Teresa onto the berg. The berg is so close yet so far, Newt's hand grazes Vince's before falling once more. “YOU HAVE TO GET CLOSER” Teresa shouts, gally shouts something along those lines to the pilot who Newt can only assume to be Jorge. The berg swings back and forth, building around them crumbling down. Teresa holds onto Newt and pushes him to the berg with one big push, Newt feels hands grip his upper arms pulling him onto the ship.

Newt looks around the ship, his eyes landing on Thomas only a few steps away. Steps his legs cannot take him. Everyone around him is shouting out to Teresa, part of Newt wants to help her but he has a promise to keep. So he crawls, his bad leg weighs him down as his arms fight to pull his body along. His tourniquet slowly becomes looser as he crawls across the floor, leaving a trail of blood as he moves. He's not far now, PUSH GODDAMNIT his brain screams. Newt considers injecting it into Thomas’s palm just to get the serum in him faster but decides against it, refusing to risk the one and only vial they have. His arms shake as he pulls himself one final time before injecting the serum into Thomas's upper arm with a firm click. He did it. It's over. He kept his promise. Minho and Thomas are alive.

His vision swirls once the blue liquid finally empties out of the syringe in what has got to be the longest 5 seconds of his life, his body goes limp as he lets his arm fall. His brain slowly flips into unconsciousness as the berg rumbles with an upward descent, he faintly heard feet rushing towards him and barely feels minho flip him onto his back. “STAY WI-” the rest of Minho’s words are unheard as white noise becomes the only sound in the world, faces and arms crowd his vision and body, fingers and hands touching all his injuries that were well worth it in Newt's mind. Newt turns his head to see Thomas’s face that is now soft and calm in a peaceful sleep as his chest rises and falls, the black veins slowly becoming less visible. He’d truly done it. He saved Thomas.

That's Newt's final thought before his vision finally escapes him.

It's been almost 2 days since Newt woke up in the safe haven, and for the past 2 days he has had doctors speak to him, getting his vitals taken, being forced to eat and drink, being banned from walking without a cane as if he's an old man, has had his bandages changed and he's not seen a single person he knows. Doctors have asked him his pain level, how he's feeling, how he’s coping, and he has barely said a word to them. Newt could speak, if he wanted to. Doctors speak about him as if he's not there, they say he's in shock. The past 2 days have not felt like days, everything blurs together in one big jumble of memories. Everything seems so distant, even the present moment he's in now, which is another one of these doctors attempting conversation.

“You have been in the safe haven for 2 days, did you know that?” the doctor says. Yes I did, I have heard this countless times. Newt shrugs and refuses to look at said doctor, he just wants to see someone, anyone he knows. “Is Tommy ok?” he asks for about the billionth time, one of his few repeated phrases. “When can I see him? Or anyone?” the doctor sighs, as if Newt is forcing him to be there before he says “speaking of that.. One of my colleagues informed your friends about your condition so they should-”

The doctor is interrupted by Minho, Brenda, Frypan and Gally all crashing into the room at once. “NEWT!!” Minho practically screams, running over and pulling him into the world's tightest hug. The doctor stands and leaves the room smiling happily to himself. Newt's body floods with happiness for the first time in 48 hours as he hugs him back weakly, his face buried into his neck. He feels Brenda hugging him from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder. “Hurry up! I wanna get in there!” Frypan ushers Minho away after a minute or two before clapping both his hands on both of Newt's shoulders “how you doing?” he asks warmly “much better now!” Newt exclaims, his lips curve into a wide smile. He feels giddy, giddy like a kid on Christmas finally getting the toy they begged for. “Hey dude.” gally says, his arms crossed with a slight smile. “Hey man!” he says, refusing the impossible urge to squeal in pure excitement, for once in 2 long days he finally feels present in a moment, the past 48 hours a mere sad blur that no longer exists in his mind.

Then he realises, someone is missing. “Minho,” - Newt turns to face him and takes a deep breath - “is Tommy ok?” Minho’s smile turns into a cheeky grin before saying “about that..” he steps towards the door, pulling it open and reaches his arm to the side, tugging on something. “TADA!!” Minho pulls Thomas in the room by his shirt, Thomas’s eyes widen in shock at Newts state, Newts eyes widen as his eyes drift to Thomas's stomach. No knife, no blood. He's really ok. Newt feels Brenda's arms slip away from him and he hears her ushering everyone except Thomas out of the room. Newt and Thomas both pause for a moment, Their eyes locking in pure disbelief before Thomas practically sprints over and pulls Newt into the softest hug possible. Newt's body relaxes significantly, his forehead resting on Thomas's shoulder while one of his hands cups Thomas's face. “It worked, it actually worked” he whispers, his eyes filled with tears that threaten to spill. “That was the longest two days of my life” Thomas whispers back with a twinge of humour, Newt laughs, his gut fluttering at the sound of Thomas's voice and his reciprocated laughter.

Thomas pulls back slightly, his eyes almost droopy as he smiles looking into Newt's eyes. His gaze drifts to Newt's cheeks and his eyes widen significantly, his smile dropping. Thomas goes to speak, his brows furrowed before Newt promptly interrupts him. “I won't hear none of that, ya hear me? It's only a couple stitches tommy.” “Only?!” Newt scooches over allowing Thomas to sit down, after taking his shoes off. He sits with his legs crossed on the surprisingly large hospital cot. “That's nothing! i’ve got a high pain tolerance, barely felt a thing. Don't you worry your pretty head about it.” Newt teases, tapping Thomas's temple Thomas keeps his hands in his lap, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Well go on then.” Newt folds after a few seconds, allowing Thomas to cradle his face and examine his wounds. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows down what Newt can only assume to be the apologies swirling in his brain. “What did I just say?” Newt scolds.

“Is there anymore? I heard you got.. Shot.” Thomas ignores Newt's playful scolding, his doe eyes full of worry. Newt doesn't know how to answer, he doesn't want to lie to Thomas but he knows that if he tells the truth.. oh yeah and I also got a few stitches on my arm, shoulder and hand too! My gunshot wound nearly killed me by the way! Thomas would never forgive himself. He's always so goddamn forgiving but the moment something happens that's not even his fault that he's remotely tied to he makes it his mission to flip the situation and pin the blame on himself, he won't understand that the wounds were well worth it, he won't understand that Newt would have rather died than not at least try to save him-

“Newt? You ok?” Thomas says softly, cupping the side of his face with one hand now, being gentle as to not touch his stitches because of course he does. “You sort of zoned out there” Thomas, who is the loudest, bravest and the biggest “act now think later” person in the whole entire world is somehow changes into the most caring and tender person ever whenever he's around Newt and it always makes Newt crumble into tiny little pieces, he couldn't lie to him right now even if he tried. “Yeah.. i did uhm- get shot.. Don't freak-”

“WHAT??”

“I knew you would do that!!”

“do what?!”

“act like the biggest shuckfaced idiot that's ever stepped foot on the bloody planet that's what!!”

“You got shot because of me!”

“I didn't get shot because of you, I got shot FOR you!!”

“...”

“Love. When you..” - Newt takes a deep breath before continuing - “passed out, i don't know if you heard but i.. ran back to the tower-”

“YOU WHAT??”

“Don't interrupt!”

“...”

“You were dying Tommy. I had to go back! You don't know what you looked like.. What I saw. Long story short me and Janson got in a fight and I got a couple cuts” - Newt pulls his collar down to expose his bandages, afterwards pulling up his sleeve to show the bandaged cut on his upper arm. Thomas’s eyes got wider and glasser the more he spoke - “and yes I got shot. But it was worth it tommy! You lived.. That's all I wanted.” - Newt takes Thomas's hand in his, rubbing the back of his knuckles. - “Ok?” Newt's throat tightens at his last word, making his word wobble despite his tone being steady recounting the tale.

Thomas pauses for a moment, he opens his mouth as if he wants to protest but quickly closes it. He presses his lips into a thin line while squeezing Newt’s hand. “Thank you, for saving me.” He mumbles, barely audible. If Newt wasn't so close and the room wasn't so quiet he wouldn't have been able to hear the low whisper. Newt doesn't think saying your welcome is exactly appropriate so instead, he squeezes Thomas's hand for a moment before smiling warmly his way. Plump lips smile back at Newt, Thomas’s head tilting to the side ever so slightly as he smiles in a way that makes Newt's face glow with warmth. Newt doesn't realise he's staring at Thomas's lips until Thomas reciprocates the action, they both pause for a moment before Thomas leans in and gently kisses him.

He tastes like toothpaste and saltwater. Newt keeps his hand in Thomas’s, Thomas’s hands have always been so soft, so warm. Newt places his other hand on Thomas's shoulder, Newt's gut swirls when Thomas's hums against his lips, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. Newt's hand makes its way from his shoulder to the back of Thomas's head, pushing Thomas closer in an attempt to deepen the kiss before the brunette pulls away. “What was that for?!” Newt asked, displeased, with no real anger behind his words. “First of all, we're in a hospital room.” - Thomas kisses the corner of Newt's mouth before continuing in a whisper - “Second of all, you're recovering. So maybe not now, mkay?” “you Thomas are a bloody tease”

“uh oh ‘Thomas’ should i be worried?” Thomas replied sarcastically, only a few inches from Newt's face. “Yeah, maybe you should be” Newt spoke in the same manner, attempting to kiss Thomas again before Thomas lightly pushed him back before exclaiming

“what did i just say!”

“finee.” Newt pouted in pretend annoyance before they both broke out into a fit of laughter, Newt’s cheeks slowly began to ache from all the smiling.

Its officially been a week since Newt arrived in the safe haven and today is finally the day he is getting discharged from the makeshift hospital they have set up, over the past 5 days Thomas, Minho, Brenda, Frypan and Gally all came by to visit often, Thomas and Minho the most by far. Thomas visited at least once a day, sometimes multiple if he wasn't busy. Constantly asking how he was doing, telling Newt about about the safe haven and how Frypans “still got it”, Thomas tells Newt about the fields and spots he wants to take him, about the hut he's been assigned and how nice it is to sleep in a bed instead of sleeping bags, Newt listens intently as he talks about his slow lazy days since Thomas is still recovering from his knife wound. But those days are finally over because Thomas is on his way to help Newt hobble out of the hospital doors insisting he wants to help, despite the fact Newt has a cane. Newt is beyond ecstatic to get out of the dingy hospital room and move in with Thomas, they both agreed on that since they haven't slept apart for almost 6 months anyway so why change now?

Newt sat impatiently on top of his hospital bed, cane in his lap as he fiddled with the corner of the blanket waiting for Thomas to get there. His heart beat thumping in his ears like a clock, ticking by as the seconds pass. He can't help but wonder if walking is going to be harder now, he's barely stood up for more then a minute or two so how is he going to do walking longer distances? … the sand is a whole different ball game. Newt would rather walk in the sand than stay in the hospital another night though.

As if on cue the door swings open and Thomas stands there grinning from ear to ear boyishly. Thomas walks over and extends his hand out, bowing as if Newt is a king or something. Newt rolls his eyes while Thomas laughs, but accepts Thomas's hand gratefully despite the sarcasm. Newt slowly stands to his feet unable to suppress the hiss that escapes his lips, his eyes scrunching as pain shoots through his whole leg. His fingers that are now interlocked with Thomas's squeeze significantly tighter, leaning slightly against Thomas's arm to keep him upright.

“Are you sure you're ready to-?” “Tommy, I would rather get shot again then stay here for one more bloody night.” Thomas’s eyes flick upwards immediately to make eye contact with Newt, his eyes widening in shock. “I'm joking! but please for the love of god get me out of here.” His eyes soften once more when Newt responds, they both slowly but surely begin to walk towards the doors of the makeshift hospital. Every step Newt limps and occasionally having to fight back a wince, he can't help but be reminded of when he first broke his leg and Minho and Alby had to help him walk around similarly to how Thomas is now. Eventually they make it to the rickety door made out of wood and sticks, Thomas uses his free hand to open the door and Newt gasps at the sight.

Newt has yet to see the safe haven until now, he heard waves occasionally but he didn't expect the water to be so bright, the way the sun bounces off the crystal blue water almost makes it look like a large gem. In the distance there is a large cliff covered in grass and flowers, in fact the whole safe haven besides the beach is covered in bright, healthy green grass. The sun doesn't burn Newt's shoulders or arms either, it's warm and calming. There's a large unlit bonfire in the distance along with a large stone which appears to have carvings on it, surrounding the bonfire there is small wooden structures with beams and steps for people to sit at and hammocks are set up underneath roofs, a large communal kitchen which Frypan is stationed at as well. There's people of all ages sitting, walking, running, laughing, talking or just sitting in silence enjoying the peace. Newt lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when Thomas squeezes his hand to bring him back to the present.

“It's so.. Calm?” His words come out as a question instead of a statement, Newt didn't mean to sound curious but the truth is he is curious. How do they keep order? How do they keep things running around here? “The others were shocked too, speaking of them you want to get dinner?” Newt's stomach growled at the suggestion, his eyebrows raised. Thomas doesn't move and simply waits for Newt's response. “Well c'mon then! I'm not getting there on my own!” he says playfully before attempting to speed up his walking despite Thomas's protests, Eventually Newt's leg refuses to get with the program and they are forced to a leisurely pace towards the unlit bonfire hand in hand. The gentle breeze lifting any heaviness left in his chest, the sound of grass under his shoes keeping him in the present instead of the past full of sand and hatred.

The sky above is mixed with oranges, pinks and gentle clouds as the sun slowly begins to set, the air slowly getting colder as the afternoon turns to night. As time passes by people with unknown voices and faces to match dwindle away to hammocks or huts if owned, and all the remains are the few gladers that remain paired with clinking of utensils and fits of laughter. Even Gally joining in on the smiles and giggles, sweet tasting alcohol Newt can't be bothered to ask the name of eventually being passed around. Maybe one day in the future, nearby or distant they will speak of the scorch and wicked but not tonight. Tonight is for stars and laughter that bubbles in his chest and makes Newt’s face hurt, tonight is for joy.

Newt is sitting with his crappy leg elevated by a small log. Thomas insisted on running around for five minutes trying to find it, lifting Newt's leg and placing it on top of the log saying “it helps with swelling!” Newt found the sight of slightly tipsy Thomas running around in the grass to find the log very endearing, repressing a fit of giggles when Thomas threw his hands in the air and whooped in excitement at the find. Newt's other leg is pressed against his chest, his arms hugging around it. Frypan grins to himself as he collects everyone except Gallys cleared plates, Gally still working on his meal scoffing down his food. “Fry you gotta step up your game man!” He exclaims between mouthfuls. “Oh really? So you wouldn’t mind if I-“ - Frypan goes to take Gally half eaten plate of food before Gally swats away his hand with a scowl. - “that’s what I thought!” He beams with a sarcastic grin “Fuck off man!” gally attempts to sound harsh, the slight grin on his face making it clear he’s not mad. Frypan walks away, plates and cups stacked skilfully, he laughs the whole way back to the kitchen before he’s too far away to hear.

Minutes later Gally licks his plate clean before walking off to the kitchen, “I forgot what actual food tastes like, that shit we had in the scorch was driving me nuts!” Minho’s voice slicing through the silence, the bright fire warming Newt’s sore body. “If that ain't the buggin’ truth.” Newt replied with much less enthusiasm, his voice dipping into soft silence. a comfortable wave of exhaustion crashing down onto him. Soon Gally and Frypan made their way back and everyone drifted back into comfortable conversation and laughter, the warmth of the fire and eventually Thomas's arm wrapped around him made Newt's eyes feel heavy and body like jelly, sinking into feeling his eyes threatening to pull him away from the magical night. The voices of the people he cared about most dearly all mixed together into one beautiful unintelligible chorus as consciousness escaped him, except tonight he knew that no matter what, when he woke, he would be safe. No more cranks or running from wicked, only Thomas's arms and friends' laughter made him wish not to sleep.

Newt drifted from half consciousness to being asleep and back again over the course of 30 minutes, an hour? He couldn't tell anymore. Newt feels Thomas's breath on his ear, his lips less than a inch away as he whispers “hey hun, we gotta get up c'mon.” Newt groans in response, not wanting to wake up yet, he pulls his eyes open to find the sky has turned to darkness covered in bright stars. The fire dwindled, barely illuminating any light. In the distance Newt can see Minho’s slightly wider build compared to when they found him at wicked walking off, his legs more steady and sure. Newt's body felt heavy, his brain fogged with exhaustion. “I don't think i could stand even if I wanted to Tommy” his lips tugging upwards into a tired smile, trying to avoid the inevitable.

“Then I'll carry you!”

“What?!”

“Cmon! Up you get!” Thomas is crouched now, one arm hooked under Newt's legs, the other hooked around his upper body attempting to lift him. Newt shrieked and tried to wriggle out of Thomas's grip to no avail, “I was joking!! Put. me. DOWN-!” Thomas quickly stands and spins around in circles quickly, Newt's cries of fear paired with Thomas's laughter. Eventually Newts screams twist into laughter and shrieks of joy, the world whirling in repeating blurred twists. “Ok ok i'm awake now!” Newt insists between happy cries, Thomas slowly stops spinning and puts Newt down. Newt attempts to walk back to where he was sitting moments earlier to retrieve his now discarded cane, forgetting momentarily about his.. Predicament. The world still wobbly combined with his already crappy leg with assistance, his walking mirroring a drunk he almost tumbles over until Thomas hooks his arm with Newts. They attempt to walk together, giggling as they still stumble despite the assistance of eachothers arms.

Newt attempts to crouch down to grab his cane, sucking in a sharp breath between his teeth in pain. Thomas waves him off and picks it up for him, placing it in Newt's free hand. “What would you ever do without me?” he teases, his eyes crease as he grins. “Oh bugger off!” Newt exclaims, whacking Thomas in the shins with the stick. Thomas pretends to wince in agony despite the fact the tap was nothing but light before exclaiming back “how you have wounded me Newton! How dare you strike me-! OW-” this time his cries of pain are real, Newt whacks him in the leg again except harder this time. “Just because I have an old man cane doesn't mean I bloody hit like one!” Now it's Newts turn to tease, Thomas rolls his eyes as dramatically as humanly possible before interlocking his fingers with Newts, allowing their hands to fall by their sides as they walk to their hut.

Newt woke up to the sounds of quick and loud breathing that was not his own, unlike Newt who was laying on his side facing the brunette Thomas was laying on his back with his hands clenched tightly into fists breathing rapidly. Thomas always has had nightmares, he doesn't toss and turn or scream he just wakes up in a cold sweat unable to fall back asleep. As weeks pass his nightmares have become more and more frequent and intense, Newt rolls onto his stomach towards Thomas careful not to suddenly touch him so as to not scare him out of sleep, he slowly raises his hands to Thomas’s face cupping it softly, his touch feather light.

His thumbs graze across his cheekbones in an attempt to coax him back to sleep, he reassures quietly that he's okay even though Thomas can't hear him. Sometimes, this works and Thomas falls back into a deep sleep but clearly tonight is not his night because Thomas's eyes flick open, his pupils jumping from side to side. His breathing and the rising and falling of his chest slowly return to normal before his dark eyes land on Newt's hazel ones, his lips part as he begins to speak before Newt's voice cuts him off promptly.

“Dont.”

“Why not?”

“There's nothing to be sorry for!”

“I woke you up-!”

“I. Don't. Care. You. Dumb. Shank. how many times do I have to say it!” Newt whisper scolds him, holding his face tighter to somehow emphasise his point. They lay in this position for a moment, looking into eachothers eyes seeing who will crack first. Thomas knows Newt will win this argument because he always does, despite this he still continues to stare for a moment before pressing his lips into a tight line.

“I'll get you one day.” Thomas teases with a cheeky grin, Newt hums sarcastically back before Thomas rolls his eyes. Thomas wraps his arms around Newt's waist and pulls him closer, Newt obliged happily, shuffling closer so his face was in the crook of Thomas's neck, his fingers intertwined in brunette hair. The world is yet to wake, a lack of birds chirping and people speaking signifying its nowhere near close to breakfast. The sky is yet to rise as the sky is a pale blue, almost grey. A soft light blankets them through the window next to their cot which is pushed against the right wall, Newt scratches Thomas's scalp, willing him to drift back into dreams. Soft waves crashing nearby accompany the sound of their out of time breathes, Newt smiles to himself at the thought of the water against his legs and the sand between his toes. He's never swam at the beach before, he's cleared to do so if the water is calm since he doesn't have too much trouble walking on his own for short periods of time.

“I reckon there will be a beach or lake, wouldn't that be nice? I'll teach you to swim Tommy, I'll teach ya’ to swim. That's a promise love-”

The memory bounces in his brain, he still remembers the stickiness of blood in between his fingers and the smell of gunpowder that night. His once heavy bones and sleepy eyes come back to life at the realisation that he hasn't followed through on the promise he made. He pauses and listens to Thomas's breathing, his breathing is steady but not deep. Newt kisses the underside of Thomas’s jaw before questioning quietly

“Tommy, you ‘sleep yet?” Newt can almost feel the smile radiating off the brunette once Newt kisses him.

“Not yet, why?” Newt props himself up onto his elbows, moving away slightly. Thomas frowns at the loss of body heat and looks up at Newt with a raised brow.

“I told you I was gonna teach ya to swim. C’mon, Up you get!” Newt announces, his voice picking up from a whisper to its normal volume.

“Huh??” Thomas questions, making no effort to fight when Newt grabs him by the hands to pull him to his feet. Newt begins to rummage around in their large chest drawer, pulls out two pairs of trunks and throws one to Thomas.

“You might not remember..” Newt started, turning around to face the shorter boy. When the promise was made Thomas was.. Not in a good state but there's a high chance he doesn't even remember, but Newt is a man of his word goddamnit! This boy will learn how to swim! It's not like he's going to fall back asleep anyway. Plus, they live on an island knowing how to swim would most probably be useful! Plus Newt gets to see Thomas in board shorts so that's a plus.

“Right before you passed out.. I said I was going to teach you to swim.” he finished, his voice going sombre for a moment at the memory. Thomas looks away for a moment, searching for the memory before his eyes snap back to Newt once he remembers. Newt bites his tongue at the memory, he pauses for a moment before beginning to say “we don't have to-”

“No! No. it's a nice idea babe.” Thomas interrupts, and smiles genuinely. Newt can't help but smile back, any embarrassment or guilt pouring out of him at the sight.

Twenty minutes later Newt and Thomas were hand in hand walking across the sand of the beach, their free arms draped with one towel each. Despite the fact Newt could have walked the distance between their hut and the beach just fine on his own, Thomas insisted on holding his hand “just in case” just as he does every other time he gets the chance. “Are you sure you’ll be ok?” Thomas asks for about the third time in the 5 minutes it took to make it to the sandy part of the island.

“Yes! Now hurry up before I push ya in!” Newt drops his towel to the ground and drags Thomas into the water, Thomas steps in hesitantly. Newt takes both of Thomas’s hands and walks backwards into the water, eventually they make it to a small part where it's deep enough so Newt can stand but Thomas, since he's a bit shorter, can practise swimming on his own. Newt gently explains the basics, how to keep yourself up right, how to swim around and take breaths as you do and holds up Thomas during his first few attempts and cheers when Thomas starts to get it.

Newt feels relief flood his entire body, he did it. They did it. They survived. And now? They get to live. In this moment, the water up to his chest and sand in his hair he realises how grateful he is to be able to live. Not just survive. Hes felt grateful after surviving grievers, cranks, wicked, bombs, fire, gunshots and wounds but this? This is another type of gratitude. He's not just grateful for his heart that pumps blood through his veins and the bones in his body remaining unbroken, hes grateful to wake up to sunrises and watch sunsets, hes grateful to watch gally start to smile a bit more and scowl a little less, hes grateful to watch Minho's scars fade and notice how his collar bones no longer stick out. He's grateful for being able to hum to himself as he washes his mostly clean hair, he's grateful for books and flowers and good food, this feeling is strange and new but oh so welcomed.

There are hard days, very very hard days filled with tears and shouting everything being a reminder of everything horrible but that's just it. It's all just a reminder. And those hard days are so worth it to experience all the good ones. All the good days filled with warmth and laughing and slow kisses because now he, no. Everyone has all the time in the world. Newt watches as Thomas becomes entranced with something, Newt feels the warmth of the sunrise on his back and he realises Thomas is looking at him. Newt stares back at him, he too becomes entranced with the other.

Newts eyes trail across Thomas’s body and face, the way the sun bounces off his skin and how as the weeks have passed Thomas's has gained more and more freckles, how water has pulled strands of rich chocolate hair in front of his eyes, the way Thomas’s eyes swirl with a pure devotion Newt only understands because he feels the same unwavering, permanent devotion in his chest too. Newt holds his hand up to cup Thomas’s now wet face, he leans into the touch and Newt feels like he could dissolve into the ocean at the sight. Both boys close the distance at the same time, Thomas’s lips coated in saltwater and freedom.

They have all the time in the world.

Authors note: ITS DONE. IT IS FINALLY DONE. I BET ON LOSING DOGS IS OFFICALLY DONE. I'm actually so proud of this fic and i just want to say thank you to everyone who stuck around since the very first chapter and have supported me throughout this. this story is literally my baby. this is the longest fic i have written and have actually FINISHED and its an honor to be able to share it with all of you. i could not have done it without all of your support and encouragement. :)

also THREE FICS IN LESS THEN 2 DAYS??? damn yall are spoilt ROTTEN!! (happy to spoil yall hehehehehehehehe 😚)

FIRST CHAPTER - NEXT - PREVIOUS

#the maze runner #tmr #maze runner #newtmas #tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr fandom #newt tmr #tmr newt x thomas #newt x thomas #thomas x newt #the death cure #newt is alive

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 5 months ago

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iM ABT TO CRASH OUT

OKAY NOW THAT IS JUST MEAN

Newtmas is one of my ride or die ships omg. I have shipped Newtmas since I very first saw The Maze Runner in theaters in 2014. and that hurted omg

I really, really want to write a fic that is Thomas x Reader x Newt to get full Newtmas content, because I feel like they would be sooo well used in a poly ship. like come here, imagine it with me - Newt and Reader dating before Thomas shows up as a Greenie. Thomas then develops a crush on the Reader before everyone tells him to back off because that is 'Newt's Girl'. Thomas doesn't make any kind of romantic move because he doesn't want to break up the relationship and because he values his newfound friendship with Newt, but he continues to harbor that crush (along with the feelings he's developing for Newt that he has not yet realized are romantic).

Skip forward to The Death Cure - Newt gets infected, BUT before it can progress too far, they do find a way to start curing him (because I fucking said so) and while he is healing and mostly bed bound, you and Thomas are glued to his side, taking care of him (along with Thomas worrying about you and taking care of you because he knows that's what Newt would want). And one day, when you wake up by Newt's side and see Thomas asleep with his cheek against Newt's chest, you are hit with the crashing realization that they have never been just friends - and you make it your mission that after his brush with death, in this renewed life, Newt should get to have everything he wants, including the love from both of the people he needs most.

(And then poly relationship stuff, which is what I am good at writing.)

It is just another fic to add to my giant list of fics that I need to write that I may not have time for lmao

#anonymous #sundrop answers #newtmas #the maze runner #fanfic ideas

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pathsofoak · 1 year ago

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Anon hate in the TMR fandom

Hey-ho! As many people know, someone has been sending hateful asks and AO3 comments around the Maze Runner fandom for a while now. These messages are usually about thominho or newtmas, with an excessive focus on Newt. On AO3, the anon almost always uses some variation of the name "thominhoe". Other notable quirks are the constant use of <333, mentions of specific tumblrs or ao3 accounts other than your own, and instances of Newt's name being replaced with the work crank (so key words are crankmas, mincrank etc).

If you have been getting any of these comments or anons, or got them in the past, I would really appreciate it if you could send me screenshots of them (with timestamps if possible, if you still have the asks in your tumblr inbox or saved the emails, you can find them there for asks).

I've been investigating since January, but this has mostly been discord-based, so I know I might have missed anyone who was targeted without being a member of any servers I'm also in myself.

If you've been targeted, you can contact me through Tumblr DMs. This anon has been at it for a very long time, so anything you think of is useful even if the messages were sent a while ago.

I've been taking every precaution possible to prevent investigating this from stirring up more discourse, so please don't give the anon what they want. If you got hate, send them to me privately, don't reblog this post with screenshots. Don't answer the asks, don't reply to the comments. It'll only encourage them.

Since the anon seems to thrive on discourse, please don't harass people over these asks, no exceptions. The anon loves to make this seem like it is ship-based, but I currently have reason to believe it's not.

Ps: if you're also on discord, you might see some variation of this message a few times. Sorry for that Also if you are, feel free to just contact me there if you know my handle.

#newtmas anon #newtmas #tmr newt #tmr thomas #newt tmr #thomas tmr #the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #minho tmr #tmr minho

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i-kvr · 3 years ago

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My fics and where to read them || Miaj fanfikcioj kaj kie legi ilin

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Fic index [EN]

Ship index

1. Thominewt (Maze Runner: Thomas x Minho x Newt)

1.1 Hey, Tommy [Newtmas] 1.2 Apple Blossoms [Newtmas]

1.3 Ivy Chronicles 1.3.1 Subject A7. The Leader. [Thominho] 1.3.2 The Bet [Thominho/Thominewt] 1.3.3 Subject A7. The Leader. #2 [Thominho/Thominewt] 1.3.4 He's a Butcher with a Smile [Thominho] 1.3.5 If Only I Could [Thominewt]

1.4 Quotes 1.4.1 TST Quotes 1.4.2 TDC Quotes

1.5 The Godhead Complex read-through 1.5.1 Prologue 1.5.2 Part One: Natural Selection 1.5.3 Part Two: Believing the Belief 1.5.4 Part Three: Direct Observation 1.5.5 Part Four: 1.5.6 Epilogue

3. Drarry (Harry Potter: Draco x Harry)

3.1 Sectumsempra

4. 형 [Hyeong] (지금 우리 학교는 - All of Us Are Dead: 수혁 x 형산 [Su Hyeok x Cheong San])

3.1 지금, 당신이 어디에 있든 (Now, Wherever You Are)

5. Frerard (My Chemical Romance: Frank x Gerard)

4.1 Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

6. Scribbles

6.1 Rebelde Netflix (Luka x Esteban) Sin título

6.2 A Series of Unfortunate Events (Isadora x Violet | Quigley x Klaus) Here Comes Triple Treble

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Fic details

1. Newtmas

1.1 Hey, Tommy

Chapters: 11/11 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Newt, Thomas, Alby, Minho Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Book cannon, Slash

Summary:

Newt is suffering in the Glade, he’s overwhelmed with everything that they are put through and being in the dark about it all is unbearable. He feels like he won’t be able to cope with any of it anymore, and even tries to end it all. But all changes when Thomas arrives. He feels drawn toward that Greenie for some reason.

Thomas will make him feel stronger; together they will find a way out of the Maze, through the Scorch and toward a Cure.

A/N: I’ll stick with the canon (mostly book canon all along the most of the trilogy, but following the cure arc of the movie), making time jumps to moments along the trilogy adding the romance between the two. So I’ll change the cannon on those scenes, obviously, and at the end so it’ll be a happy ending! :D

Read it on AO3 Read it on Wattpad Read it on Tumblr

1.2 Apple Blossoms

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Newt/Thomas, Newt & Thomas Characters: Thomas, Newt, Minho, Teresa Agnes, Gally, Vince Additional Tags: Newtmas_fest_2021, flourist newt, flourist!newt, poor!newt, rich!thomas, Flowers

Summary:

Fic based on a given prompt.

Prompt #19: Florist Newt owns the most popular flower shop of the city. Thomas wants to get flowers for his mother's birthday. Love at first sight.

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Ivy Chronicles #1

1.4.1 Subject A7. The Leader. [Thominho]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Minho, Thomas, Newt Additional Tags: Lighting hitting Minho, The Scorch Trials Storm, Protective!Thomas

Summary:

When Minho gets hit by a lightning as they arrive at the building in the Crank City; Thomas turns protective mode on.

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Ivy Chronicles #2

1.4.2 The Bet [Thominho/Thominewt]

Chapters: 2/4 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Minho/Newt/Thomas Characters: Minho, Newt, Thomas Additional Tags: minewt already existed when thomas arrived, Glade, slight changes in canon, basically the passing of the time is flexibilized, thomas had one month as a newbie like everyone else, real cursing, glade lingo/slangs not used, little bickering between minho and thomas, i tried to make this fic a little more fun and comedic and less serious dont know if i suceeded

Summary:

“Well, you see, I need to become a Runner.”

“Oh you need to.”

“Yup. Need it.”

“‘Kay, if you ever plan on telling me why you need it, please let me know.” Minho said, now done with stretching his legs, and starting with his arms.

“Right, why I need it. You see, becoming a Runner is a very important part of the plan to win a bet.” Thomas explained very matter-of-factly.

“A bet.”

“Yes, a bet.”

“A bet to do what?”

“Basically – to steal your heart.”

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Ivy Chronicles #3

1.4.3 Subject A7. The Leader. #2 [Thominho/Thominewt]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Minho/Newt/Thomas, Minho/Thomas Characters: Minho, Thomas, Brenda, Jorge Additional Tags: The Death Cure, Angst, thominho fluff, sensitive!minho, emotional!minho, Protective!Thomas, Minho trying to cope with emotions, in Denver while Newt is (alegedly) in the Berg, flashback from the Glade, angsty!minho, angry!minho

Summary:

Minho is suffering thinking about Newt's inevitable fate. Thomas turns protective mode on.

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Ivy Chronicles #4

1.4.4 He's a Butcher with a Smile [Thominho]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Minho, Thomas

Summary: Based on the song Tear in My Heart, by Twenty One Pilots.

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Ivy Chronicles #5

1.4.5 If Only I Could [Thominewt]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Minho, Thomas, Newt

Summary: Thomas and Minho cope with Newt's loss at the Safe Haven.

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2. Drarry

2.1 Sectumsempra

Chapters: 16/16 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Underage, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies, Love/Hate, Hate Sex, they're attracted to each other but hate each other still, Slash

Summary:

During summer vacation after his fifth year at Hogwards, Harry can't stop thinking about something he overheard Draco say... that Draco has a crush on Harry... maybe even more than a crush. Now Harry is obsessed with making sense of it all and he can't wait to get back to Hogwarts to confront Malfoy about it. But will he do it? Will he be able to? Of course none of that changes the hatred he feels towards Malfoy, nothing could lessen it, but Harry'll discover that maybe something else can coexist with hate.

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3. 형 [Hyeong]

3.1 지금, 당신이 어디에 있든 (Now, Wherever You Are)

Chapters: 14/14 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: 이쳥산[Lee Cheong San]/이수혁 [Lee Su Hyeok] Characters: Lee Cheong San, Lee Su Hyeok, Han Gyeong Su, Yoon Gwi Nam, Nam On Jo, Jang Woo Jin Additional Tags: Non-Chronological, alternateing between present-past-further past, still not sure if i'll put some angst on it guess i'll discover while writing, also unsure abt happy or sad ending the only thing ik for sure is they'll both survive

Summary:

All of Us Are Dead, but Chyeong San and Su Hyeok's love interests are each other, basically. The idea is I get some scenes from the season and make them gay; also I'll add events from before the beginning of the season.

[Romanized names version] Read it on AO3 Read it on Wattpad

[Hangul names version] Read it on Tumblr

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4. Frerard

4.1 Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

Chapters: 18/18 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Brendon Urie/Mikey Way Characters: Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Mikey Way, Brendon Urie, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, Bert McCracken Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Prison, Frerard, Alternate Universe - No Band, Fluff, Underage - Freeform, Violence

Read it on AO3; Read it on Wattpad;

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newtstommy · 3 years ago

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thank u tea @its-tea-time-darling for tagging me 💛

btw to those who don't know, im @newtmsa — this is my sideblog because for some reason when i post from my main, nothing shows up in the tag search :/

coincidentally, all of these are for the maze runner lol, so im just gonna go ahead and tag @fatigay, @mandolinearts and @vtforpedro because i'd like you to use this opportunity to self promo simply because yall make me fall in love with words with every fic u write 💛 now u don't have to read the rest of this post 😅

so!! my favourite five (5) fics that i've written:

1. to invent a language; M, newtmas, 67k

Two best friends, inseparable since the day they met, return from their road trip on different days. One moves out of town with his sister immediately, the other locks himself inside the house as soon as he arrives. The town in question is called Haven and, staying true to its small town workings, erupts in gossip.

A decade and a half later, it's an ordinary day of tending to plants and navigating workshops for Newt. Quite ordinary, indeed, until the Garden's doorbell chimes and an unexpected guest voices his presence.

Thomas always had a knack for turning Newt's world upside down, after all.

this fic is absolutely my best work and my most favourite thing i've ever written. my baby. my fucking cinnamon apple. i poured my heart into it and had SO much fun and aha! moments while writing it. it explores complicated feelings, the meaning of family, healing, forgiveness and love. if you'd like to read only one of my works, i'd say you should read this one.

2. when the red sun sets; M, newtmas, 8.2k

Safe Haven is safe in the way that they don't have to run anymore - from WCKD, from the Cranks and the Flare. They've got no outside threats to run from, but what happens when the threats come from within? What happens when those who have never known safety arrive to the safest place on Earth, and what happens when they are Newt and Thomas?

this one i word barfed from my heart too. it was very unexpected and probably the most cathartic piece of writing i've ever done. as the summary suggests, it's about healing from severe trauma together.

3. in the tide of a day; M, newtmas, 4.4k

Among gentle rolling hills where colorful meadows give way to lush evergreen forests and woods adorned with vibrantly colored leaves in all shades of red and gold, there is a small brick cottage with a garden so beautiful, it would turn middle-aged women set on seeing their lawns on the front pages of notable gardening magazines green with envy. In this lovely little cottage live Newt and Thomas, runaway WICKED mutants turned superheroes out of the sense of obligation and necessity. On their long-awaited day off, and as often as they can spare the time, they use their powers, bestowed to them as weapons, to shape their home to their liking.

superheroes au!! one of the fluffiest things i've ever written. alternatively: newt and thomas get some mf Rest. there's baking and cuddling and gardening and general domestic stuff. they're in love your honor <3

4. tell me what i feel is real (tell me that you feel it too); T, newtmas, 7k

Everything starts with a realization that maybe it's not usual to draw your best friend all the time.

or, Newt is a senior in college, Thomas a junior, and they've been sharing a dorm room for three years. Feelings Occur, but they refuse to admit it. Fun!

the summary says it all tbh. i still love this fic because it brought me back from my writing slump and came with the gift of bonding over it with sami (@newtedison) to whom this fic is dedicated to <3

5. ice cold but i'm still melting; T, sonyarriet, 1.9k

It is winter all year round, but Sonya finds herself experiencing spring.

this is a canon compliant (somewhat) slice of life fic where sonya and harriet fall in love in their maze <3 minimal angst, it's mostly fluff.

aaand because im proud of where this one is going, but it's still incomplete:

For Brighter Horizons; M, brenderesa, sonyarriet, newtmas, 18.5k (so far)

The world is unjust, especially to those who call themselves Mutants and Androids, but it shouldn't be. It doesn't have to be. When a revolution is set into motion, a chain of events caused by (mostly) chance meetings will show to Brenda and Teresa, Sonya and Harriet, and Newt and Thomas all the little reasons why the world they're living in is worth fighting for.

superpowers au!! mutants and androids and elves and other non-humans!! it's mostly action/adventure, planning and executing a revolution kind of a fic which is still mostly character driven! there will be three (3) chapters total, the first one is published and it is a brenderesa chapter! next one will be sonyarriet (it's currently in the works!) and the final chapter will be newtmas <3 im very excited to have more time to finish it, ive been having a hell lot of fun with it!!

tagging: @00250, @singt0me, @newtedison, @persnickett, @astralpenguin, @subjecta5newtella, @itsthemxze, @ambientdinostars, @newtswonderland, @filismaze, @dont-bee-shy, @seaselkie, @comebacknow, and for the rest i don't remember your urls im sorry 😭 but, i love reading works from every single one of you guys and i feel like you should shout about ur fic from the rooftops to the entire world. just a thought 💛 ofc no pressure tho!!

#newtmas #sonyarriet #brenderesa #the maze runner #tmr fanfiction #tmr #angtmr #love yourselves!!! promote ur incredible works!!!!#mwah 💛

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fangirl-hell · 4 years ago

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🔅 all the fandoms I’m in + the ships I ship 🔅

MARVEL

~ probably my main fandom and the fandom I spend the most time in and have been in the longest

~ by far my favourite fandom

~ joined the fandom before I really knew what a fandom was

Ships MCU:

~ Stucky ( slightly ship it, used to be my OTP BEFORE STEVE WENT AND-)

~ Ironstrange ( I used to ship it more but people move on yk )

~ Thorbruce/gammahammer ( love it. So much chemistry in Thor Ragnorok! )

~ ThorQuill ( it’s cute )

~ Scarletwidow ( I think they would be a cute couple if gay relationships were normalised and they were a bit closer age-wise )

~ Blackhill ( it’s cute. I wrote a Blackhill oneshot once. They would be cute shield-wives <3 )

~ Blackpepper ( Natasha deserves a strong independent woman like Pepper! )

~ Frosthawk ( not proud of this one- but it is one of my OTP’s and first ever ships )

~ Winterhawk ( it’s cute )

~ Hawkdevil ( god bless shipping wiki for introducing this to me. I love the deaf/Blind dynamic there )

~ Hawkant ( the family men <3 )

~ Lokius ( they r so gay- )

~ Frostmaster ( don’t really ship it I just think they did it )

~ sambucky/winterfalcon ( rollin’ in a field of flowers~~ )

~ Hawksilver ( HOW COULD I ALMOST FORGET THE ONE I SPENT HOURS LOOKING AT TUMBLR POSTS ABOUT- )

~ Parley/Parkner ( it could be romantic or brotherly- I know that sounds weird but it’s like how Hawksilver could be father and son or romantic and I don’t mind it either way )

~ Shuri/MJ ( I swear it was one fic- )

~ Valcarol ( still have hope for my gay space girls <3 )

~ Drax/Mantis ( AHA!! A STRAIGHT ONE! I ship this one on a strict platonically romantic basis tho- )

X-Men:

~ Cherik ( 😫 CuBa BeAcH dIvOrCe || PaRiS cHeSs PrOpOsAl 😫 )

~ Scogan ( in the original universe, alt reality Scott is 2 young )

~ Kurt/Peter

~ Scott/Peter

~ Bobby/Pyro ( gay )

The Gifted:

Lorna/Marcus ( THE CHERIK PARALLELS ARE INTENSE )

Runaways:

Gert/Karolina ( ik….I’m being selfish. I can’t be happy with Karolina and Nico being gay 4 eachother )

Alex/Darius’s sister in-law

MCYT FANDOM:

~ been in it for the second least amount of time

~ I like it but not unconditionally

Ships:

~Dreamnotfound ( a classic- can u blame me? )

~Dreamnap ( aNd ThEy WeRe RoOmMaTeS )

~ Sapnotfound

~ Sapnottaken?

~ Karlnapity ( OT3 )

~ Sapity/Quacknap ( adorable. )

~ Karlnap

MHA:

~ Totally forgot I was ever in this one

~ quite watching it when it made me watch it in Japanese

~ in and out

Ships:

~ BakuDeku ( classic! Only one-sided though or one side w/ acceptance and the other with strong denial )

MAZE RUNNER:

~ loosely in the fandom

~ mostly there for one ship

Ships:

~ Newtmas ( god bless my random YouTube recommendations )

SOUTH PARK:

~ admittedly I was kinda obsessed with this one for a while!

~ Kenny

~ I was 11 when I got into the fandom so this is worrying

Ships:

~ Crenny ( adorable dumbasses. Limited fics though…)

~ Style ( they were gay. Gay in a slightly homophobic but also anti-homophobic way )

~ Tyde ( cute. They obviously had their gay awakening when Craig started dating guys. They were like: “oh shit- if our mutual bestie is gay- are we gay?” And then: “are we gay 4 eachother?? )

~ Butters/Scott Malkinson ( the badass softies <3 )

~ Christopher/Gregory ( don’t question me )

~ Michael/Pete ( gay, goth and gender-non-conforming )

~ Bendy ( they’re both basic bitches ofc they deserve eachother )

~ Cryde ( cute )

~ Stylenny

~ Creek ( I don’t really ship this one but it’s not bad. They are a cute couple and they’re canon! )

IT:

~ almost forgot this one aaahahaha

~ luv it

~ make horror gay 🌈

Ships:

~ Reddie ( YESSSS YESSS YESSS I MEAN JUST YESSS- SHIPPING WIKI SAID SEMI-CANON )

~ Stenbrough ( they would be cute lol )

~ Benverly ( get outta here with that Billverly crap- I mean....Bev is pretty but she was a bit annoying. She depended on a man all the time it was infuriating)

STRANGER THINGS:

~ again! Forgot this one!

~ i didn’t know what the hype was about till I watched it

Ships:

~Max/El ( gay girls go shopping 🛍)

~ Mike/Will ( I mean they’re a little eh but it’s a good ship! )

~ Dustin/That Girl from Utah ( they were kind of cute yk )

~ Steve/Jonathan ( jk jk jk....unless? )

~ Nancy/Jonathan

BONUS FOR THAT ONE IT/STRANGER THINGS CROSSOVER FIC IM READING:

~Max/Bev

~ El/Bev

~ Stan & El are siblings

That fic is called “The Losers Party” it’s on ao3

It’s by: WhelmedBirdie_319 and it’s fvcking awesome

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gluednewts · 4 years ago

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very close and very canon

I just want to know when you guys think the moment Newt fell in love with Thomas/the moment Thomas fell in love with Newt was

#newtmas #also i am a multi shopper #i mostly ignored minho in this analysis for Simplicity’s sake but i cannot morally neglect to mention #adding minho into this makes it much more interesting #especially considering book minho being closest with both newt and thomas #i personally like newtmas best when minho is included #hence thominewt #and also thominho #which i can ramble about for hours

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mazerunnermusical · 3 years ago

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~Pinned Post~

My Posts (2022-now; because I’m hilarious)

My Old Posts (2012-2014; b/c I was still hilarious)

My Favorite Posts by Others

Multifandom blog: shipsonmymind

TMR ask blog: asktheshanks

The “Official” TMR Ship Names (From 2013)

I’ll make a 2023 update soon (once I reacquaint myself with the fandom and go through the tags to see which ones are used more on Tumblr). Major updates I’ve noticed so far: I think Newtmas is definitely more popular than Newmas now (Boo. I was a Newmas person), and people are pretty solidly using Thomally instead of Tally/Thally now, and there are now ships that gained popularity with the movie (like Benho). I’ll also be including 3+ person ships, like Thominewt in the future.

About Me & The Maze Runner

I mostly post and reblog memes or commentary. The dumber or smarter, respectively, the better.

#bgwitgy #jdirm #sea grievers #dicksquid #sveterans #treemas #tmrfandom #fave #favorite #thank you #maze runner musical #mytmrpost #mine

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subjecta5newtella · 4 years ago

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thoughts on newtmas :) go on :) i’m listening :)

sami rly said ok time for violence. this is going to be so long sorry everyone.

if we’re talking newtmas itself as a ship in itself, outside of any other influence (and specifically in the movie version, which is generally what people are talking about), I think it’s a good ship. I would have to be the most unobservant motherfucker alive to not see what people see in it, and I am not, in fact, the most unobservant motherfucker alive. it’s a good dynamic with good chemistry and realistically I think if I’d started with the movies rather than the books, I would’ve gone all in for it.

however. I personally am incapable about talking about it in isolation.

I realize from that segue it sounds like I’m about to lead into some grand moral point, but mostly I just liked how dramatic it sounded. anyway. I feel like I need to start with a disclaimer that the easiest, simplest part of this is that you tend to get attached to your first ships in a fandom, as well as your initial feelings about the characters. obviously you can change your mind about any of those things, but it does stick with you. if we’re going to be kind and skip my internalized homophobia era (please be kind), I shipped thominho and nalby because that’s what was big at the time. I also just... did not like book thomas very much, so I wasn’t about to ship him with my favorite character.

(complete and utter tangent: it’s interesting to me that people read the books now and overwhelmingly see newtmas. I recognize that every time I start a sentence with “it’s interesting that” it automatically sounds shady, but i genuinely just love Analyzing. anyway some of it’s definitely people seeing the movie first or having fandom content as a first exposure even in passing, all of which are valid ways to engage, but I do kind of find it fascinating when people talk about book!newtmas as some massive presence because then... theoretically we all should’ve seen it pre-movies? the ship existed, usually among people who hardcore multishipped, but it wasn’t anything like it is today. not at all to say that reading it like that is invalid, it’s just interesting to me the way some people talk about that interpretation, rather than the interpretation itself)

anyway. with that all out of the way, i do have some actual issues with newtmas, although it really doesn’t have anything to do with the characters or the ship itself. these are things that surround the ship and affect my feelings about it, meaning that I never bought in despite, like I said, Seeing It. my main issue with it is how much the roles of other characters have been reduced to create the ship in its current form. I’ve talked at far too much length about the way minho was adapted and honestly will probably talk about it more, because that’s the big one to me (that post can be found here, for those who don’t keep up with every rant I’ve ever gone on for some reason). I will not go so far as to say that’s required reading to fully understand this post, but I would recommend it since I don’t want to just repeat myself. so much of newtmas being the major ship feels like it’s predicated on minho not being there and not having anywhere near as strong a relationship with thomas and newt as he did in the books, and that will never sit right with me.

newt’s relationship with alby is his other most significant dynamic outside thomas and minho, and i feel like it might be surprising to hear me say this, but i get why that one was reduced for the movie. there’s only so much time in the film, so you want to focus on the characters who are going to make it past the first one. I do have a problem here, but it has more to do with dashner and with some fandom bullshit. with dashner, i think the crank palace is the worst of it (I could’ve just stopped that sentence at “I think the crank palace is the worst” but whatever). since all my rants lead back to each other, I’ll link the relevant one here, but the general gist is that my biggest problem was that newt does not seem to have any more of a post-swipe past than thomas does despite theoretically having two more years of memories. given that fact, I don’t know about you, but I would kind of expect alby to be more of a presence in his consciousness. that’s true of pretty much any of the original gladers, but newt and alby are clearly very close in the first book, and again, alby saved his fucking life. he’s literally mentioned once. dashner prioritized the newt/thomas dynamic so much that newt seemingly had no meaningful relationships with anyone else. tcp isn’t immune to treating minho badly either; like I said in that post, it sounds like newt read the wikipedia page on minho. is any of this the fault of the ship itself? does this change anything that came before it? no, but the whole thing feels massively disingenuous, and also kind of disrespectful to people who actually, like, gave a shit about the other characters. also, the way he’s retconning makes me real nervous.

the other part, like I mentioned, is the fandom more than any of the actual content. I’m aware that part of this is just a statistics game and also that’s it’s not representative of all newtmas shippers, but most of the alby bashing I’ve seen comes from newtmas people. it’s... baffling to me, honestly. what’s the point in putting down a ship being kept alive by me and like 3 other people? what do you gain by misrepresenting a character to the point of maliciousness when you could easily just not engage with them? again, I know it’s not everyone and it doesn’t have anything to do with the ship, but I’d be lying if I said things like this don’t color my perception. if someone goes out of their way to put down a ship I like, I’m not really gonna want to associate myself with their ship. I’m gonna cling to my own harder out of spite, actually.

also.... okay. so I peaced out to go do other shit between earlyish 2015 and mid 2019. and it was very weird to temporarily leave the fandom while the two main (in my recollection at least, which could be biased by who i was friends with) mlm ships each included one of the explicitly non-white characters, and come back to find it almost entirely dominated by white boy/white boy... like. I don’t wanna make a statement as simple as “the fandom is racist” because a) it’s not my place to say that, b) if we want to go into that, there are other examples of fandom racism where it’s Blatant and there really is no excuse, whereas this is a bit more complicated imo because c) like. that’s the dynamic the movies gave us. the movies focused very heavily on the newt and thomas dynamic, so of course that’s what the fandom is going to focus on. there’s a lot to say there, but that’s a different issue. it does.... still contribute to the bad taste in my mouth, though, and also contributes to me feeling like I need to keep those ships alive. it’s not about who has the Most Progressive Ship, I just feel weird about the particular shift I’ve seen here.

on a note that sounds less like I’m leveling accusations, New Relationships just aren’t my vibe. you look at my ao3 and it’s like. friends of many years to lovers. established relationship. friends to lovers to exes and back again. just from a dynamics perspective, there are other ships that are more interesting for me to explore. there. this is a lighter reason.

idk overall I don’t wanna sound like I’m on some Moral Crusade here, even though i know some of my points made it sound like that. this is really just me putting all of my thoughts that I can currently round up in one place in order to... idk, explain myself? and like it’s stupid that i feel the need to explain myself, but I know it’s weird not to ship it at this point, and I know if I did I would have so much more content to choose from and a much wider audience for my own content. there’s just baggage there thats entirely separate from the ship itself, having seen the shift and knowing what had to change in order to center newtmas. I’m not trying to sound like I’m better than anyone; I just think maybe I have a different perspective on things having been here for long enough to qualify it as a new mental illness, and that’s ultimately why I feel the way I do.

#and honestly maybe all of that is bullshit and I’m just a contrarian asshole at heart. who’s to say. not me.#why did I write so much about this. they’re literally fake people who gives a fuck #ask game

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candy-loverockr · 5 years ago

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Questions taggy thing

Heyyy @mvickym I love youUUU thanks for the tag sis uwu

1: What are you wearing? Honestly I’m like just wearing oversized stuff since March

2: Ever been in love? I think so yeah ksjgdf

3: Ever had a terrible breakup? Not really

4: How tall are you? 1.61

5: How much do you weigh? UHHHH I HAVE NO IDEA AND IM SCARED TO NOW ATM

6: Any tattoos do you want? I’d love a diamond tattoo on my hand or a moon because my friend squad all want the same uwu

7: Any piercings that you want? not really tbh

8: OTP? Oh fuck this is hard like I love many pairings skdfjgdf right now I’d say Newtmas, Simbar, Melekseev, Buddie sdkjsgd and like, canon couples like Jake and Amy from b99 and Michael and Sara from Prison break

9: Favorite show? Prison Break most definitely

10: Favorite band? I’d say Queen and Studio Killers but I don’t stan a band like I stan Marina aka my fave singer

11: Something you miss? I miss when after school me and my friends went to the Oxxo, bought a drink, noodles or a hotdog and sat down outside of it and talked about life, I miss my friends mostly and junk food lmao

12: Favorite song? Under pressure by queen and david bowie

13: How old are you? 21 almost 22 (panic)

14: Zodiac sign? libra hell yeah

15: Hair color? brown ksjdgf

16: Favorite quote? I have a favourite poem :D? It’s no te rindas by mario benedetti, I can’t think of many quotes because I pretty much love all songs I’ve listened to and they all have iconic quotes

17: Favorite singer? Marina and Marina and Marina and Marina-

18: Favorite color? Putple uwu always

19: Loud music or soft? Depends on the mood but I like both

20: Where do you go when you’re sad? My own mind lmao

21: How long does it take you to shower? So *gulp* usually from 15 to 40 minutes depending on how I’m feeling lmaoo

22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning? At least an hour

23: Ever been in a physical fight? Yeah kjsdgsdfkjdsfg

24: Turn on? I usually really really like hair like, curly hair, long hair, light colored hair, if it’s all together it’s a plus, hands, a nice tm back sdjkfsdkjfg, now in terms of personality, funny but not too childish, usually I like it if we share some music, respecftul as in willing to learn from each other

25: Turn off? what we call here a “buchon”, egocentric and like pretentious, obviously the biggest wrongs like h*mophobe and the full variants, not willing to punch a n*zi or tr*ansphobe or makes fun of right movements

26: The reason I joined TUMBLR? I was in my fake depressed phase and saw those gifs with quotes sdfjsdf

27: Fears? time, not being good enough at anything, atm losing someone from c*vid

28: Last thing that made you cry? I’m on my period so there’s a full list

29: Last time you cried? Like an hour ago pfff

30: Meaning behind your url? it all began when I created my email, dad said “write down things you like” and 8 year old me went “i like candy i like rock i like love” (which rn they do not even apply bc I’m more of a pop person and I can’t stand too much sweet lmaooo) but anyways I decided to keep the same email words in the rest of my social media and suddenly candy was too my online alias so yeah that’s it

31: Last book you read? the song of achiles once again because good book but also i’ve lost the ability to read more

32: Last song you listened to? i can’t help myself by the four tops (I have to rank 800 songs for a project sdkjfgd)

33: Last show you watched? I’m pretty sure it was Nailed it mexico sdkfjsgdf

34: Last person you talked to? Just a friend lmao

35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted? We’re not that close but we’re homies

36: Favorite food? oh fuck, I like pizza I like tacos I like boneless I like baguettes I like sandwiches-

37: Place you want to visit? New York (limit does not exist), Italy, Netherlands, Europe in general tbh

38: Last place you were? Kitchen

39: Do you have a crush? I only wished

40: Last time you kissed someone? Halloween ksdjfgsdkfjg

41: Last time you were insulted and what was it? idk and idc

42: What color underwear are you wearing? KSDJGDKJG WHY IS THIS A QUESTION LMAO BUT LIKE LIKE LIKE BLACK?

43: What color shirt are you wearing? Green

44: What color bottoms are you wearing? Dark blue (look its quarantine fashion does not exist)

45: Wearing any bracelets? No

46: Last sport you played? Do wii sports count?

47: Last song you sang? for a better day by avicii my babeyyy

48: Last prank call you remember doing? I don’t remember half my day sis

49: Last time you hung out with anyone? Like three weeks ago

50: Favorite movie? The great gatsby and like kung fu panda 2 because its a nice movie ok?

I’m tagging @deliverydefresas @heylucy13 @decaffeinateddreambeliever and @mewnyan and like if you want to do it feel free to do so uwu

#taggy thingy #questions and stuff #vicky ily

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newtmassangsters · 7 years ago

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A million dreams - Newtmas AU (oneshot)

Also available on Ao3

Newt had been playing the piano for ten years now, taking lessons at the Conservatoire with Abigail since he was eight years old. Although he wasn’t her best student, he was the oldest one, and her favourite. The weekly hour they spent together always included at least fifteen minutes of gossips, when they shared everything from their thoughts on music to their personal life. Newt was quite a shy person, but he knew he could trust Abigail on anything, they had known each other for ten years and he felt like she knew him almost as good as his parents did, and definitely better than himself.

Abigail was a 30-year-old woman, with dark, long, hair that fell on her shoulders with elegance. She was very talented, but was nothing like the classic, serious pianist type. She was an eccentric person, took samba dancing lessons, listened to Michael Jackson as well as Rachmaninov, wore long skirts and peace-and-love homemade necklaces, yet had graduated from a musicology and pianist degree at the best school in the country, and knew how to play seven instruments. Because she carried such an unlikely background, she believed in each and every one of her students. When Newt first entered her classroom, he didn’t even know who Mozart was. Now, ten years later, he was able to play Mozart, of course, but also Beethoven, Handel, Bach or any composer she asked him too.

Newt was currently sitting behind the piano, practising a piece for the Conservatoire’s Annual Concert in a month. Each teacher had to choose five of his best students to play at the town’s theatre. The piece Abigail had chosen was a perfect fit for the boy: it was one of Rachmaninov’s Preludes, an elaborate piece, fast but gentle and delicate, that was often left over and unnoticed by famous musicians, yet it could be so deep and meaningful if played right.

At the moment, Newt was struggling with the metronome, trying, and failing, to speed up on the keyboard while not messing up the rhythm at the same time.

“You have to straighten up your hand, love, if you want to get passed 100 beats.” She finally helped him, realizing he was not figuring it by himself. He looked up at her, then stopped everything and sighed in defeat.

“I’ve been trying for half an hour now, Abigail, I’ll never be able to do it!”

“Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes. “Stop being a drama queen and try harder, Newt. That might save us some time.”

“I just want to give a good performance this time, that’s all.” He admitted with a slightly panicked expression on his face. She didn’t seem to get how much he was afraid of failing.

“Stop worrying, Newt, I know you’ll do good. Thomas will be impressed, I promise.” She leaned on the piano as she winked at him.

The boy looked at her with wide eyes and red cheeks. “W-what do y-you… I… I d-don’t…”

“Oh, come on, buddy, I know you like Thomas! It’s so obvious that I still don’t understand why nothing happened between you two yet. Although they do say that love makes you blind…” she laughed at his embarrassment, but that only made Newt blush even more.

Thomas was another one of Abigail’s student, although piano was not his main instrument. He was the son of the double bass teacher, and at first, he had learnt how to play that instrument, but he soon moved to the saxophone, which was now his main. Three years ago, he had decided to start the piano, in order to be an “accomplished jazz man” as he had told his mom, joking. Because he was a very fast learner, and a known figure in the Conservatoire, most of the first years looked up to him, and everybody knew his name.

“Hey, love, it’s totally fine, I’m not judging. Why do you think I put his class right after yours? You two are adorable blushing and stuttering and eyeing each other every week…” Abigail tried to comfort Newt, coming to sit beside him.

Newt had always admired Thomas, of course, and had had a crush on him for years now. They were in the same music theory class, but Newt was so shy that they never really had an actual conversation, except for the stupid jokes Thomas whispered to him to make the lesson go faster. Thomas was funny, but he was also talented, and kind, and really cute; he was the only one to actually stand up to their terrible music theory teacher when she would pick on Newt. Newt admired the boy so much, he often daydreamed that they could become a thing one day, but he was too afraid to ever admit anything to him, not even that he was into boys. He just dreamed, and hope a miracle would happen someday.

Abigail sighed at the sight of Newt’s face, all sad and desperate. Newt was so much more than what he saw himself as. The blond was so focused on what was around him, Thomas, and the others, he spent so much time daydreaming about what could happen that he didn’t see how important he was to everyone. He wouldn’t notice how the little kids also looked up to him, because he was the oldest student in here, and one of the best. First years kept telling her that they wanted to play “exactly like the blond lizard boy when they grew up”. He was also an important figure of the Conservatoire, always a part of every concert; arriving an hour or so in advance to help fix everything. And, of course, he failed to notice that the brunet was obviously in love with Newt, just as he himself was obsessed with Thomas. They were both hopelessly lovesick and oblivious and had been for years.

“So, will you help me with that bar line, or?” Newt tried to casually change the subject, his cheeks still pink. Abigail rolled her eyes but turned the metronome back on and went on with the lesson.

Thomas closed the front door of his house in a rushed movement and hurried down the street in the direction of the Theatre. He was late for the concert, as always, and if his mom noticed, she would murder him. He had promised her he would come and help fix the stage for once but got caught up in his show and didn’t notice the time until he was half an hour late already. He felt bad for letting her down once again, not to mention that he knew Newt was also helping with the stage and they could’ve done it together. He couldn’t help the little smile on his lips at the thought of spending time with the blond, even if it was carrying chairs and heavy instruments on a stage. Maybe, maybe, this time they would’ve been able to hold an actual conversation, but it was too late now. Plus, he was really looking forward to hearing Newt play. He had already, technically, since their lessons were following each other, but they had never performed the same concerts before, and everyone showed a different side of themselves on stage. He admired Newt’s talent as a pianist, and he wanted to be able to watch him play, also maybe talk to him about it, laugh with him backstage. Thomas really loved to make him laugh.

By the time he finally arrived at the Theatre, and entered by the stage door, he was sweating and out of breath. The first person to notice him was his mother, who immediately sent him a death glare. So much for trying to be unnoticed, he thought bitterly. She sent him to watch over the kids who were waiting backstage and preparing their instruments. As much as Thomas hated it, he went upstairs without arguing.

As soon as he entered the room, he was met by a sight worse than his sister’s room when she invited her friends for a sleepover. Instrument’s cases were left open all over the room, mostly on the floor, with or without the instruments inside. Some kids were playing tag and running over the room, occasionally tripping over the instruments. A group of girls were braiding each other’s hair in a corner, gossiping loudly, another was standing by the open window throwing objects to people on the street, and one boy was crying in a corner because his violin chord was broken. Thomas cursed under his breath for being late, before taking a step into the mess that was the room and getting to work. After fifteen minutes, all girls were decently braided, the majority of the kids had been sent to the courtyard to play whatever game they wanted to that involved running, thus significantly reducing the noise, and the violin chord had been replaced. But Thomas himself was exhausted and sweating ten times more than he had been already. He was just about to allow himself a little rest when he heard someone walking in the direction of the room.

“This is far too quiet. What bloody happen-” Newt suddenly entered the room with a frown on his face, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed Thomas leaning by the window. The latter straightened as soon as he saw the blond and offered him a shy smile.

“Oh, hey Tommy, I didn’t know you were there.” Newt said very quietly, not meeting his eyes.

“Yeah, Mom sent me to calm down the kids. That was not easy.” Thomas chuckled, trying to break the awkward silence between them. His eyes brightened as he saw Newt smile at his comment.

“Yeah, I know, I used to have a sister.” Newt said as he fully entered the room and looked around. “I’ll help you clean up the rest of the room if you want.”

“Thanks.” Thomas smiled as he realized he did get to spend time with Newt before the concert. “And I’m sorry for your sister.”

Newt frowned again, that cute frown he seemed to carry everywhere, until he finally understood what Thomas had meant. “Oh, no! Nothing actually happened to her! My sister, I mean. She’s just… I meant I do still have a sister but what I meant was that she’s grown, now, so I don’t need to watch over anymore.” He tried to hide his embarrassment by bending over to the closest item to clean the place, blood rushing to his face.

Thomas giggled at his stuttering and looked at him with a fond smile. He stared as the blond kept on randomly moving objects in the room, not really caring about ordering it but trying hard to make his blush go away. He could go on studying him all day, and he almost forgot about the kids all around them, lost as he was in the sight of the boy in front of him.

Almost. Because after thirty seconds of him staring all adoringly at Newt, a little girl tugged at his leg and asked with a high-pitched voice, loud and clear: “Hey, mister Thomas, are you in love with mister Newt? Why are you looking at him and smiling like my Mommy and my Daddy look at each other after they say I love you?”

It was Thomas’ turn to blush furiously as he sent a furious glare to the little girl, while Newt turned to him with wide eyes. He opened his mouth in an attempt to justify himself but was cut short by another boy in the room.

“Pfff, that’s not possible, Julie! Two boys can’t be in love, it’s so weird!”

“Yes, it does!” Julie shrieked, clearly upset by the boy’s comment. “My sister says she likes a girl and I even saw them kiss once! And she told me that boys could do that too! So, you don’t talk if you don’t know what you are talking about because if you say mean things like that, then I will tell my sister, and she will ground you!” Thomas looked up at Newt, who was now smiling at the girl, amused by her outburst.

“Puah, your sister, she’s all wrong and bad,” Another boy intervened. “my father, he says it’s very, very bad if you’re a girl and you want to kiss a girl and also if you’re a boy and you want to kiss a boy, and on the lips. And I think Newt is a very cool boy and I want to be just like him when I grow up, so I don’t want him to be a homosexual person because that’s wrong. Also, my father, he is never wrong, so now I don’t like your sister.” Julie turned to him with a furious expression. She was all red and her eyes were almost spilling tears.

Thomas caught her in his arms just as she was about to jump on the boy, and he thought the incident would end there, as he sent the kids away. But Newt quickly turned to the boy and spoke in a very angry and slightly hurt voice.

“Well, I’m very sorry to break the news to you, buddy, but your father might be wrong on that one. At least I know that you are, because I am definitely gay, which means that I do want to kiss boys on the lips even though I am a boy myself. And there is nothing wrong with it, you hear me? I don’t care what bullshit your father wants to say but -“ He was cut off by Thomas’ calming hand on his shoulder. He turned to the brunet who was still holding Julie and looking at him with wide eyes. The sight calmed Newt right away, and he took a deep breath before turning back to the boy, who remained completely silent before Newt.

“It’s alright. You are allowed to be wrong sometimes. But I still want you to apologize to Julie there, for calling her sister a bad person.” The boy nodded and went to Julie to apologize. Newt turned to Thomas again, who was now staring at him with what looked like a proud smile. The blond smiled back, slightly blushing when he realized he had just come out to Thomas and half of the kids of the Conservatoire without even meaning to.

“So, Mister, are you a gay person like my sister and Newt, too? Is that why you are looking at him again?” Julie turned back to Thomas after she had ended her conversation with the other kid.

The question took Thomas by surprise again, and he wished for the second time that she would learn to give people privacy, or at least start speaking quietly. He contemplated not answering, but when he looked up, everyone was staring at him expectantly, including Newt.

“Hum, huh… Yeah, I am. Well, not exactly, more like I like boys and girls both, but… Yeah, that’s the idea.” He avoided looking at the blond at all costs as he struggled explaining his sexuality to the nine-year-old. Exactly how I had dreamed to come out to Newt, he thought.

She opened her mouth to ask another question - and very probably embarrass him more when Abigail barged into the room.

“There you are!” she exclaimed looking at Newt and Thomas both. “I should’ve guessed you two would be all blushing somewhere together. Well, come on then, the concert starts in ten minutes, and I want everyone downstairs in five!”

Newt let his fingers move by themselves in the pattern he knew by heart now. His eyes went from the music sheet to the keynote, checking his movements, although he didn’t really need to read the sheet anymore. He knew it by heart, but it wasn’t elegant to keep his eyes fixed on his hands, and it helped his focus to read the notes as he played. He was so nervous, knowing that Thomas was in the building somewhere, listening to him play. But as soon as his fingers had started moving, he got lost in the music, as he was now. A large grin grew on his face as he played the last chord and he realized he hadn’t made one single mistake. He looked up to Abigail behind the curtains, who was applauding furiously, like everyone else in the Hall. He got up to bow to the public, then gathered his sheets and walked back behind the stage. As soon as he was out of the public sight, behind the curtains, someone ran into him, almost knocking him over, holding him in a tight embrace. His eyes widened when he realized it was Thomas.

“Newt! You were amazing!” the brunet exclaimed as he pulled back, his smile almost as big as Newt’s.

“Boys, keep quiet, will you?” Abigail whispered at them, winking at Newt at the same time. And he didn’t know if she meant it for his performance or for the unexpected hug he just received.

“Let’s get out” Thomas offered as he grabbed Newt’s hand to lead him away. He didn’t know why he felt so bold and touchy suddenly, if it was because of their forced coming-out from earlier, or the fact that they were both tired, but none of them complained.

“Thomas, you’re in in twenty minutes, so don’t get too far!” Abigail reminded them before turning her attention back to duet of clarinets playing on stage.

Newt followed Thomas to a flight of hidden stairs that lead to the upper circle of seats, next to the control room. They had the floor to themselves, as almost no one knew how to get there.

“I found that place years ago when my Mom used to bring me with her at her concerts and I would get so bored that I started exploring the building. Now I go there all the time because there is no one to bother me here and I have a very good view.” Thomas explained as he lead them to seat by the balustrade, still holding hands.

Newt simply nodded and turned his attention to the jazz quartet that was now playing. There was a pianist, a double bass, a saxophone and drums. They were all playing with true passion and it showed in the way the instruments interacted. They responded perfectly to one another, in perfect harmony, yet each one was able to portray its own emotion and added its own version to the story they were writing together. It truly was beautiful, and everyone in the theatre seemed to be caught on their music.

“They’re very good.” Thomas said, stating the obvious. They were sitting side by side, their shoulders touching. Newt had his elbows resting on the balustrade, and his face resting on his arms, looking as if he were sleeping when he had never been more aware of his surroundings, the wonderful music in his ears and before his eyes, Thomas’ shoulder on his, his presence by his side. Thomas was sitting cross-legged, his chest leaning forward and his arms balancing above the void. His eyes were fixed on Newt’s adorable position, but his ears didn’t miss a single note the quartet was playing.

The atmosphere had changed from cheerful to a more serious, nostalgic one. The musicians were playing There Will Never Be Another You, and the saxophone was currently pouring all his feelings in a heart-breaking solo.

Newt finally turned to Thomas, looking at him in the eyes, his head still fixed on his arms. “They are. But I like it better when you are playing.” He was being serious, and Thomas smiled kindly at his answer.

“Thanks.”

They went back to the music. The piece was so known that both of them, even though Newt wasn’t into jazz, could sing the lyrics. It talked about impossible dreams of being with someone that might have left forever.

“Do you have dreams, Tommy?” the blond asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Some. I don’t know. Do you?”

“Yes.” Newt smiled at him. “But they’re always different. Sometimes I have my all life all planned, each second of it, and some other days I have no clue where to go. I can’t make up my mind.” He sighed, thinking about how life always seemed to ignore his wishes and had left so many of his dreams disregarded. He didn’t really know why he was sharing all of it tonight. He didn’t even know why he was feeling so nostalgic and serious all of a sudden. It could have been the music, or the intensity of Thomas’ brown eyes staring right into his. He might not know, but he felt comfortable sharing all of it with him, because the other was listening, and Newt felt like he could trust him. Both of them could somehow feel the thin connection that was linking them together on that night. It was fragile, but they just needed to make it grow stronger, like a seed that had the potential to grow into a beautiful flower if one put enough affection and dedication in the effort.

“So what is this dream about, tonight?” Thomas asked.

“Tonight, I want to be a good musician, a real pianist.”

“You already are.” The brunet cut him off. Newt just smiled.

“A better one, then. A professional. I want to play good music all over the country, all over the world even, I’d be good, but it wouldn’t matter, because it would be all about the music.” He said all of it in a quiet voice, his gaze fixed on the painted ceiling. He didn’t really know where he was going with it, he was making everything up as he said it, letting the music guide his thoughts.

Thomas had leant closer, mirroring Newt’s position resting on the balustrade, his own face now inches from the blond’s one. It was now or never. They might never have another night like this one, just the two of them at the top of the theatre, on the top of the world, looking down on a stage where four men sang about lost love and missed opportunities. Thomas did not want Newt to be an opportunity he missed, he wanted him to be the love he could be proud of, the one that grew strong and beautiful.

“Am I in this dream, Newt?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah” the other whispered, locking their eyes together. “Tonight, I imagine you would be by my side, always. We would be playing together. Just the two of us, together.” The last sentence was so quiet, it was hard to hear it over the bass’ solo.

“And tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. Ask me tomorrow.” They both smiled, not breaking eye contact, Thomas leaning just a little bit closer. They listened together to the music, again. It was about time moving too fast, but they felt like they could ever be able to leave the moment they were lost in.

“I really like you, Tommy.” Newt suddenly confessed, as if it was so evident that he didn’t even need to say it. And it was. It felt so clear, unmistakable, obvious as they were sitting here, on the highest row of the theatre, staring so intently at each other. And he knew how Thomas felt it too.

“I really like you too.” The brunet smiled even bigger, and finally closed the gap that was between their bodies.

There will be other lips that I may kiss, but they won’t thrill me like yours used to do. Yes, I may dream a million dreams, but how can they come true, if there will never ever be another you? The song went on, but lost in their own kiss, thrilled by the feeling of their own lips against the other, the boys didn’t need to be dreaming a million dreams to know that this one was true.

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its-tea-time-darling · 3 years ago

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maze runner secret santa guesses!

in the order of the works posted. i focus mostly on textual analysis, and draw on formal hints (notes, tags etc) where the guesses were harder to make.

the guesses:

<3 Lena: Major Arcana ✅ <3 Momo: Body Pillow ✅ <3 Dee: draw me a heart in the snow (because my love is a blizzard) ❌ <3 Clod: to hell with you ✅ <3 Snick: so like, stop me if you've heard this one... (Three Cryptids Walk into a Bar) ✅ <3 Juliette: christmas glader drawings <3 Crest: these truths unbound and ripe for burning ✅ <3 Fabs: Knocking on Your Heart, Could You Let Me in? ✅ <3 Saph: we were together, I forget the rest ❌

(very) elaborate (2.3 k words, you have been Warned) explanations below. enjoy <3

Major Arcana - Lena, @nachoupala

i am 100% sure of this.

thominewt

lena likes merlin

slow burn

long, chaptered fic

newt has long hair

sitting on a bed + leaning against each other

hands in hair

generally intimacy between friends described in a way that makes you go hnghhhh and feel soft inside til you're just a puddle of happy yearn-y pin-y feelings

everyone going 'hmm i sure love 2 people wish there was a sOLuTioN for this' until lena hits them over the head with polyamory

newt's monologue on how love isn't exclusive to one person is very Lena

i mean y'know just generally the polyamory and friendship feels ygm

epilogue

and this is maybe random but: epilogue that takes place at a vantage point where there is not only a plot-overview, but it takes place at a physically 'higher' situated place where they can see over the city (in broken promises) or the surrounding city and countryside (major arcana)

this is all based on 'broken promises and how to fix them'. marvelous fic.

Body Pillow - Momo, @thominho-incorrectquotes

again, this is a 100% sure guess.

the book scene 'if i don't see you on the other side' is mentioned

momo loves bookverse

momo loves that scene

hc for that scene is that minho was serious when saying he loved thomas, and really hurt when thomas laughed it off

thominho being best friends, and them being the most important people to each other is really important to momo

cuddling and sleeping in the same bed

minho characterization is just Momo.

misunderstandings, build-up, dramatic moment (in flower fic is was minho nearly dying of that disease, here it's thomas' breakdown), love confessions

they've always loved each other

both thought the other didn't love them

i repeat: beautiful love confessions

ending that makes you feel Peaceful, like big time, and you know thominho are always going to be together

generally, if you liked this fic i highly recommend momo's thominho flower-disease fic.

draw me a heart in the snow (because my love is a blizzard) - Dee, @graeae

this i am less sure on, mostly because there's not that much of dee's writing i have been able to read. (some of their fic explores themes which are too heavy for me) also if you wrote a newtmas fic dee, i probably haven't even laid eyes on it yet i'm sorry.

but. i have read that nalby ficlet, and. yeah. here's what i've got:

the main thing is that this fic made me *puppy eyes* all over, and that's what nalby ficlet did to me.

nalby. need i say more. hilarious and amazing charcterization, newt's a little shit and alby's all Grown Up. they make an amazing couple

introversion/social anxiety. well described, and it goes away when minho feels comfortable

what i didn't know where to place were mentions of prague (don't know if dee's got any feelings on prague), and that thomas uses a french word for humor. i think dee knows a little french, but was under the impression that portuguese is the main foreign language they know?

"formal clue" (from the notes):

dee is relatively 'new' to thominho, and the notes, of this fic bringing them closer to thominho, makes sense under that aspect.

if you liked this fic, you'll like dee's nalby thunderstorm ficlet bindweed and clover

to hell with you - Clod, @un-ah / @manako-no-yami

this i will say i am... fuck it. i was gonna say 99% sure, but i'll give this one a 100% as well.

no one whumps gally like clod does

beautiful thomally characterization. this had me thinking of crest (@crestfallercanyon ) in the beginning, but that adds up bc clod and crest talk similarly about thomally. lot of beautiful tumblr posts out there to prove that

a Bad Guy that turns out not to be as clear black and white bad

humand are Complicated and their relationships hurt

this leads me on a tangent. as i said i at first thought this could be crest's piece as well. apart from the fact that my gift was uploaded later and i'm, again, 100% sure that it's crest who wrote it, this made me think of the differences in clod and crest's writing.

in crest's writing, bad stuff happens, but it always gets *better* with human connections.

in clod's writing, it's the human connections that hurt. not to go all pretentious but what clod does reminds me too much of it to not mention it: the french play 'huis clos' (engl. 'no exit') by sartre.

in that play, 3 people are locked inside a room and told that they're in hell. at first, they're not sure how this can actually be hell, but as time goes on and they tell their story, it becomes apparent that they're trapped with each other because each of them needs something from another person present (love, approval, forgiveness), while another one needs something from them that they're not willing/inclined to give. and that makes the play end with those famous words (i *think* it's the ending lol, maybe it's just a quote but whatever):

l'enfer, c'est les autres

[engl. 'hell is other people']

and yeah, i think that's what happens in clod's writing and what she manages to do over and over. okay sidetrack over, let's go back to the List.

thomas' attraction to gally is open and borders on pathetic which we love to see hmmmmm

an ending that's not a happy ending (this is actually quite cheery if you know the rest of clod's writing alskdjflas)

no one makes me cry and hurt over fic like clod does.

and no one does that in a way that leaves me begging for more, and where i'd let her do it again in an instant

so yeah. it's clod. hi bb <3

so like, stop me if you've heard this one... (Three Cryptids Walk into a Bar) - Snick, @persnickett

this one i'm less sure on. there's 2 main reasons for that:

i haven't read all newtmas fics

there's a lot of people who write newtmas, and i am familiar with almost none of them. unlike with authors for eg thomally and thominho.

so this was a harder one to guess, and if i'm wrong, this will just be a list of things that i like about snick's writing that showed up in someone else's writing.

writing:

brackets. FUNNY brackets.

mention of newt being cold in like the first few paragraphs, when it's the think gel and snick bonded over (consult Hot n’ Cold (or: Sweaters) [headcanon] on that)

newtmas have a major PDA problem (consult airport fic on this)

the word PDA. i know other people use it, but snick uses it, too, and i know that bc i had to look it up when she first used it lmao

generally the newtmas feels very Her. nuzzling into each other like there's no tomorrow (get yourself some snick newtmas nuzzling in catfic )

frequent mention of kink lololo

minho characterization. very Her.

gally characterization. very Her.

used words i had to look up. from the authors i read, that only ever happens to me in snickfic.

generally: language. rolls off your tongue and guides you through the story lightly and like a rolling boat, if that makes sense.

puns. loads of other people picked that out, too, but again snick's the only one who thinks puns are funny i've seen use puns in writing (consult: coffeeshop fic)

long 1 chapter fic

i wanted to keep reading

sweet scene breaks, i see that being her

gally‘s eyebrows even made it into a tag for snick‘s 2019 minally fic so their ample description in this fic could check out

the pining/describing minho‘s attraction to gally and all the little things he notices and how gally feels like *home* and feels *safe* are also super beautiful in both that 2019 fic and this one. so beautiful. minho and gally. my heart. 🖤 (gally's stormy eyes make an appearance in both fics i think?)

bc this was a harder guess, i'm going to include 'formal hints' in this one.

the title, 1) funny, 2) long, 3) brackets

the notes, happy cryptid-mas lmao

2nd time snick wrote a gift for gel, first time around there was a long personal message, this time she tried to keep it short and not let on how well she knows her wife.

formal thing: i first thought 'raise the black' could be snick, then scrolled through rachel's writing bc some people guesses it was hers, and it turns out rachel places periods outside of brackets also when they're full sentences, like so:

(words words words).

while snick does it

(words words words.)

cryptid fic does it the snick-way.

the notes, 'For the maze runner secret santa (tmrss21)', snick has used a variation of that each year. ('This was written for The Maze Runner Secret Santa 2019 (tmrss19)' in 2019 for example)

tags: i know no one else who posts fics with as little tags as snick does. these 2 tags, just specifying the universe.

the drawings of chrismtas soniet and tha gladers around the campfire - Juliette, @ohbluesky

i loved her piece on vulnerability for thominho week (admire it here), and instantly knew this was her. i'm not good at art so i can't say more on that, i just Knew. and just as thominho week art, these drawing made me feel super Soft inside, especially the soniet one, it's just so beautiful!

these truths unbound and ripe for burning - Crest, @crestfallercanyon

100% sure guess.

the campfire. the drinking. the friendships.

gally's brew.

generally, i caught major vibes of crest's first ever (Beautiful!) maze runner fic

safe haven (crest has 3 safe haven thomally fics and so is very comfortable writing them, and i daresay she likes the setting.) (to build a home is one of them)

bookverse. this is a bookverse fic, and crest loves bookverse. she read the books growing up, and they've felt like home to her in way that's unique to this day. she also knows those books intimately and by heart, so she feels very comfortable writing in their setting.

Minho Is A Good Friend

apelsin references. crest knows apelsin, crest loves apelsin, crest has written a fucking continuation of apelsin. additionally i think crest knows i love apelsin.

minho/sonya reference!!! (other people could know that, too, but crest definitely knows of it and she'd be thoughtful enough to include it <3)

has some vibes of sha's ( @hoesaekyoongi ) writing as well, and i know crest has read that (it's great, read it here)

the attraction

the beautiful characterizations

the words. the fucking WORDS. crest takes words and makes things with them i don't even know how to say it.

gally. he's holding back, he's There, he's so much, he's guarded but ready to be loved.

thomas. he's careful, he knows his flaws, he likes gally a lot, even if it takes him some time to realize it.

thomas' and gally's past isn't just pushed aside. thomas forgives gally, there's a sense for the things they've done, the guilt, and the way they cope with it is just so palpable, so Real.

generally, the Thomally! they're maybe even 'reluctant' at first, there's a lot of potential for misunderstandings, and there's rough edges, and it all takes Time. the time spent besides each other, the slow understanding that creeps in. the appreciation.

the way they both come to appreciate each other's company, the way that the other fills a... Place inside of them in a way that no one else quite can

i know this isn't supposed to be a liferead, but that kiss. that kiss man. it killed me. a lot like he goes down easy for me which i love to death. this is how crest writes attraction, physical contact up until s*x. it's SO fucking real, the emotions are just There, and you want to sink into this moment and never reappear again.

i'll end this by saying this fic made me feel the way crest's writing makes me feel. it makes me feel peaceful, it makes me feel whole, it makes me feel happy in a way i didnt' know i could feel.

if you liked this fic, you'll love: he goes down easy for me and those heavy hands aren't sure

Knocking on Your Heart, Could You Let Me in? - Fabs, @go-catch-a-chickn

this guess has the same problems as snicks guess:

i haven't read all newtmas fics

there's a lot of people who write newtmas, and i am familiar with almost none of them. unlike with authors for eg thomally and thominho.

it would be insane luck if i'd spotted both of my newtmas friends' fics, so i'm totally aware i could be wrong here. let me list the reasons why i think it's fabs anyway.

hair porn. need i say more.

pining. fabs likes them to pine. it's what she thrives on, i'm telling you.

fabs likes stargazing and dates

formal clue:

german quotation marks. i didn't see them in other fics, but they could have snuck in all the same. i know my word sometimes changes from english to german quotation marks randomly.

we were together, I forget the rest - Saph, @onceuponabluemoon

this one is mostly based on ~vibes~ to be honest. same as with dee, i haven't been able to read all of saph's writing because of some of the heavy topics. the one's i've read though i loved, you know that. (that scallison ficlet hmmmmm <3)

strong on environmental descriptions. i loved saph's piece on the greek village in summer that demonstrrates this perfectly, read it here)

dark, but also Good

formal:

end notes explain and give reference to the title, just like the end notes of solid ground say which songs were used.

those were my guesses, kudos to you if you made it to the bottom of this post lol <3 it was amazing to parttake in this event, and see all of the stunning fics that were written for it. so much love for the maze runner fandom hnghhh

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the-bee-graveyard · 4 years ago

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You’ll Thank Me Later- A Newtmas fanfiction

So this is the first fan fiction I’ve ever put on here (or anywhere) so I hope it’s not terrible. Sorry about any spelling/grammar errors, I proof read but I’m not attentive enough for it to be effective. I’ll probably delete this later but whatever.

Summary: Thomas ends up coaching his brother Chuck’s soccer team and developed a crush on a fellow coach. Minho causes a little bit a chaos and plays cupid, but nothing too bad. A little bit of Brendresa because what was I meant to do. Everyone ships Newtmas because I say so. Child!Gally but you’ll see what I mean later.

Thomas didn’t know how he got talked into this, spending his Saturday’s and Wednesday afternoons coaching his younger brother Chuck’s football team.

His twin sister Teresa had coached it for three years, but she’d taken a job offer out-of-state and she and her girlfriend Brenda had moved away about a month ago, leaving his mother to pressure him into coaching instead.

That’s how he ended up standing on a sideline on some football field handing out red shirts with “Team A” printed on the back to thirteen year olds on his day off, his best friend Minho (who agreed to be his assistant coach) starting to assign kids to position.

“Have you seen my goalie gloves?” Thomas heard Chuck holler as he handed a shirt to some kid named Winston.

Thomas stole a glance at the other team to see what they were up against (just because he didn’t want to do it didn’t mean he wasn’t invested, it was just part of his competitive nature). The other team (their shirts read “Team B”) seemed to be made up of mostly girls, and one skinny boy who seemed more invested in picking at the grass than warming up with the rest of the team.

The coach was in short the most beautiful person Thomas had ever seen.

He was lanky, with warm brown eyes and fluffy looking blonde hair. He couldn’t be older than Thomas with his young face.

“That’s Newt,” Chuck said, suddenly standing next to Thomas. He swore that kid could teleport sometimes. “His sister Sonya’s the best on their team, he’s been coaching for longer than Teresa did. He picks Sonya up from school.”

“I don’t need his whole life story Chuck, I just need to know how good his team is,” Thomas rolled his eyes.

“Good,” Chuck replied. “They won the championship last year. Sonya and Harriet are their usual forwards, and things rarely get past them, and Aris and Rachel their defense are really good even if they don’t look like much.”

“How good’s our defense?” Chuck pointed to two kids Thomas was pretty sure were named Jeff and Clint who were trying and failing to pass the ball to each other. “Okay, we can work with that.”

“Teresa made it work,” Chuck corrected. Thomas glared at his little brother.

“Are you doubting my ability to coach a team?”

“Absolutely.” Chuck paused, looking past Thomas. “He’s coming this way?”

“Who?”

“Newt.”

“Hey Chuck,” A voice said from behind Thomas. Whoever spoke spoke with a thick British accent. “Where’s Teresa?”

“She moved with her girlfriend,” Chuck said. “This is Thomas, he’s our new coach.”

“Hey there Tommy,” Newt said. “I’m Newt, I coach Team B.” They shook hands, Newt had soft hands. “Good luck out there.” Thomas stared as Newt ran off and started talking to a dark haired girl that looked like him.

“Do you enjoy coaching a lot better now?” Chuck asked with a smirk.

“Go get in net,” Thomas rolled his eyes and went back over to Minho.

They got completely destroyed. Thomas had no idea a bunch of thirteen year old girls (and one boy) could be so vicious. Aside from learning thirteen year old girls were the meanest people in the world, he learned that his own team would need a lot of work if they wanted to get even close to the championship.

“He's kind of hot though,” Minho said as they packed up the equipment. Most of the other kids had left with their parents, only Chuck and his friend Gally remained, who Thomas promised to drive home. Thomas could see Newt out of the corner of his eye, talking to Sonya (who Newt called Lizzy) and Harriet, the two best players on Newt’s team by far. Poor Chuck never stood a chance in goal.

“Who?” Thomas asked his friend.

“Newt, and don’t be lying to me shank I see you noticing too,” Minho said, slinging a backpack over his shoulders and smirking evilly. Thomas hit his friend in the shoulder lightly and picked up a bag.

“We’ll get them next time,” Thomas said. he suddenly remembered he promised he’d call Teresa after the game and pulled out his phone and called his sister.

“Hey Tom, how’d the game go?” Teresa’s cheery voice said.

“Absolutely horrible,” Thomas said. “It was twelve to nothing.” Teresa started laughing.

“So you played Team B I see,” Teresa said. “They’re the only real competition, we’ve never been able to beat them even with me as coach. I’ll tell you what Tom, you get them to the championship game and Brenda and I will drive back for a week and help you against them. Deal?”

“Deal,” Thomas replied.

-Time Gap-

They’d just won the semifinals and Thomas agreed to take the whole team out for ice cream. They were at a place Thomas’s friend Frypan owned, and he agreed to give them a discount since they were a team and Thomas and Minho clearly didn't have the money to pay for every kid.

“Have room for three more?” A familiar accented voice asked. Thomas looked up to see Newt standing there with Sonya and Harriet next to them.

“Of course,” Minho said. “Take a seat, any seat.” Sonya whispered something to Newt before she and Harriet went off to sit with the other kids, Newt sitting down at the table with them, right next to Thomas. Thomas could see now that even though Newt was slender his arms were actually quite muscular. “So I assume we’ll be playing you in the championship came next week?” Minho’s voice broke through his train of thoughts.

“You will,” Newt confirmed. Thomas couldn’t take his eyes off of Newt’s eyes, the way his eyelashes seemed to move in slow-motion every time he blinked. He didn’t come out of his haze until Minho elbowed him in the arm, making him knock his ice cream onto Newt’s shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Thomas said.

“No big deal Tommy, just ice cream,” Newt said. “I don’t fancy walking around in ice cream though. I’ll go grab some napkins.”

“Thomas’s got an extra shirt in his car, don't you Tom?” Minho smirked, and Thomas finally figured out why Minho really elbowed him. It was all part of an elaborate plan. “Why don’t you two go grab that and I’ll watch the kids.” Thomas would’ve flipped him off if there weren’t kids around, instead he got up and walked out to his car, Newt following him.

“Might bit a bit large on you, but it should do,” Thomas said, handing Newt a gray shirt he pulled out of his trunk. He always kept a spare shirt in his car, just for incidents like this one.

“Thanks Tommy,” Newt said, pulling off his shirt covered in ice cream and putting on Thomas’s gray one. Thomas looked away, trying to hide the blush on his face. “I’m going to go put my shirt in my car, no need to wait up.” Thomas nodded and headed back towards the ice cream place.

“I hate you,” Thomas said, sliding down next to Minho, who still had that stupid smug look on his face.

“You’ll be thanking me for that one day,” Minho replied.

-Time gap-

Thomas forgot Teresa promised to come help out with the game until her white car pulled up next to his in the parking lot next to the football field as he got the equipment out of his trunk. She got out of the car along with Brenda and threw her arms around her brother, almost making him drop the equipment.

“Hey Tess,” Thomas said, smiling at his sister. “Hey Brenda. Nice haircut.”

“Thanks,” Brenda said.

“Enough chit chat, we’ve got a game to win,” Teresa said, officially in coach mode.

“Please tell me she didn’t bring the whistle,” Chuck groaned as he got out of the car. Teresa pulled the infamous whistle out of her pocket and blew it right in her little brother’s face.

-Slight Time Gap-

“Alright guys, let’s get it together!” Thomas called to the team. “Chuck, Teresa suggested you and Winston starting as forwards, Gally, you get in goal. Zart, Nick, and Alby, you guys play midfield. Jeff, Clint, you take defense. Got it?” Everyone nodded and ran off to their positions.

“Aye Tommy, I see you called in reinforcements!” Newt called, gesturing to Teresa and Brenda.

“I can’t tell if he’s flirting with you or insulting you,” Minho commented.

“I smell a ship, how come no one told me?” Brenda asked.

“OTP,” Teresa grinned. Thomas glared at them before turning his attention to Newt’s lineup. He’d put Sonya and Harriet in defense and had Rachel and Aris as forwards. A girl Chuck said was named Beth was in goal, and those were the only people Thomas recognized. He thought the odds were pretty good, but they’d have to watch out for Harriet and Sonya.

“Who’s starting with the ball?” He asked Minho as the referee walked onto the field with the ball.

“They are,” Minho replied. “I’d say Chuck and Winston can get the ball from them fairly quickly, it’s getting through their defense that’s the problem.”

“Play towards the middle,” Teresa blurted out. “Sonya and Harriet always seem to go towards either side. If you play towards the middle there’s a better chance of avoiding them.”

“Chuck! Winston! C’mere a second!” Thomas called. Chuck and Winston ran over to them. “When trying to get around their defense head towards the middle, it should buy you a second. Good that?” Chuck and Winston ran back onto the field and the game started about a minute later.

It was on.

-Slight time gap-

Double overtime. They’d dragged the game out to double overtime. Thomas called a time out before the overtime started.

“Alright guys, we’ve got a strategy,” Thomas said. “Since it’s next point wins, we’ve just got to keep everyone busy enough for us to score. Jeff, Alby, you keep Sonya and at least one midfielder cornered at all times.” Newt had moved Sonya and Harriet back to forward at halftime, and Rachel and Aris were back in defense. “Clint, Zart, you take Harriet. Nick, support Chuck and Winston. The three of you should be able to get around midfield together, it’s Sonya and Harriet you’ve got to worry about. Shoot from the sides on Aris and Rachel, they congregate in the middle. High shots, Beth gets the low ones. Remember I’m proud of you no matter what happens out there.”

The team ran back onto the field, starting with the ball. Chuck passed back to Nick and began to run up the field to get passed to. Harriet ran to get the ball but Zart got in front of her before she could. Nick passed to Chuck and he zigzagged through their midfield before passing to Winston. Winston got around Aris, and just as Rachel got up to him he passed back to Chuck, who kicked the ball into the goal.

The ref blew the whistle and Thomas hugged Minho he was so happy. He saw out of the corner of his eye Teresa kiss Brenda. He watched as the whole team ran and congratulated Chuck.

They all lined up to congratulate the other team, Thomas in the way back behind Teresa, Brenda, and Minho. As he high fived the kids on the other team Thomas realized how much he enjoyed coaching the team. Before a few months ago he thought Teresa was crazy for wanting to spend her time coaching a middle school football team, but he was starting to pick up on the fact that his sister was right on a lot of things, whether he liked it or not.

“Good game Tommy.” Newt said as they shared a high five. What Thomas did next he probably wouldn’t have done under any other circumstances, it was the pure joy from winning the game speaking.

“Would you like to go get ice cream with me?” Thomas asked.

“Like, with both the teams?” Newt asked.

“No, just us.”

“So, like a date?” Thomas could feel the blush creeping up his face.

“Yes, exactly like that.”

“Bloody finally.” Newt rolled his eyes and Thomas felt puzzled.

“What?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask for weeks, you twat, it’s been driving me mad. I didn’t even think you were interested, but Minho said ‘wait’ anytime I voiced my concerned.”

“Minho?!” Thomas glanced over at his friend, who appeared to be talking to Teresa and Brenda.

“Yeah, he came up to me about a month back and told me he’d help me get you to ask me out if I wanted to.” If looks could kill Minho would be dead from the one Thomas served him. “So, um, ice cream?”

“I’ll come find you in the parking lot after we take pictures with the trophy, okay?” Newt nodded and blew Thomas a sarcastic kiss as he ran over to Minho, who’d apparently witnessed the whole thing and was grinning like crazy.

“Told you you’d thank me later,” Minho said.

“About that, we’ve got to talk about your lack of ability to mind your own business.”

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