#cris x teresa

[miryum]

Mum and Dad (Newt x Reader)

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

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

F/s: favorite sport 

F/t: favorite team of said sport

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.” Sonya rushed to the bathroom. 

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

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

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

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

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

“I want some of your goldfish.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Food’s ready!” Newt called. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Newt asked as he sat down. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seriously, are you okay?” 

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

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

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

“Do you?”

“I mean, I don’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

[nomoreusername]

It's Not Goodbye

Pairing:Newt x gender neutral reader

Summary:After finding out you're not immune, you are ready to get rid of yourself only to be caught by Newt.

It was okay at first. I felt no different than I always did. I was a bit sore from the Cranks, but it didn't matter. I had saved Newt from the one that tried to kill him, and that's what matters. Nobody ever died from a bite when they're immune.

Unfortunately, they do if they're not. It turns out I was one of the unlucky suckers capable of turning into those things.

At first, I didn't even notice it. There was a lot of pain in my ankle, but it wasn't bad enough to say anything. I thought I was just irritable because I was hot and tired. That's a reasonable explanation.

Then, I noticed something. Black veins started growing from the bite. That's when it finally kicked in. I wasn't immune. Now I have two options. I could kill myself or spend my life as one of those things. The choice is obvious.

I didn't tell anybody. I just didn't have enough energy. Apparently, the flare gives you enough energy to harshly shove your friend to the ground though. Minho ended up with bloody elbows after that. I went full force. All eyes turned to me, and it was obvious that everyone was pretty pissed off that I would do that. Everyone ignored me for the rest of the day.

As night fell I thought about it. My last day with them was spent with me holding back tears. I hurt my friend without thinking about it. I was dangerous which meant I had to leave. It was now or never.

Unfortunately, the only gun was in Newt's bag. I cautiously kneeled next to him. Since he was using it as a pillow I used my hand to support his head. By some miracle he didn't wake up, and I had the gun in my hands.

That's when it went wrong. Newt woke up, and in my fear I dropped him and ran. He was quickly startled awake. He looked in the bag and noticed the missing gun. By then I was already out of sight.

I put the gun against my head as my breathing grew heavy. I sucked in as much air as possible and closed my eyes. Then, I went to pull the trigger.

"No!"Newt yelled, snatching it from my hand. I quickly pulled him down and held him to the ground. He groaned in pain, and I realized just how evil I was becoming.

"I'm sorry Newt, but I have to do this. Just give it to me,"I pleaded.

"No. You're not doing this,"He argued, keeping it close to him. I knew it could go off so I took it from his hands. Before I could do anything he knocked it away, and the last bullet was set off.

"No! What have you done?! What did you do?!"I cried, rushing towards it. I did everything to click it over and over as if I could set it off. Nothing happened.

"Why would you do this? How could you do this to me?"I sobbed, burying my face in my hands. By now the others had woken up and came over to see what was happening. I'm sure it was a terrible sight. I was crying while holding a gun, and Newt was frozen in shock.

"You killed me. You killed me in the worst way possible,"I sobbed, biting my lip to hold back my screams. I heard my friends run to my side to figure out what was happening.

"I couldn't let you-"

"I'm infected. Why do you think I've been so angry lately? It's already happening. I'm losing my mind, and you just made it go on,"I explained, my throat sore from the sobbing.

A heavy silence filled the air. I pulled my pant legs to reveal the way veins were growing so it would sink in.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,"Newt uttered, wrapping his arms around me. I just sat there and let him hold me.

"I need another way. I can't live like this."

"What if we can find some way to help? Maybe we could slow it down until we get there,"Teresa spoke up. I sadly shook my head.

"You all saw what I did to Minho. I just did it to Newt. I'd rather die as I am than being hated."

"We don't hate you,"Thomas whispered.

"Not yet. Please, help me. Let me do something. Anything,"I begged. By now even the wind seemed to stop making any noise.

"I found a knife in the mall. It's the only thing I have. I don't think anyone has anything else"Newt whispered.

"It sounds better than being beaten by Aris's bat,"I attempted to joke, giving a sad smile. I was more than thankful when he did his best to return it though it looked like a grimace.

"I'll go get it now,"He said quietly. I nodded my head as he walked away.

As he did my friends, new and old, kneeled beside me. I let them hug me, knowing it would be the last time. By now several tears from them were falling. I didn't have it in me to do that. All I knew was that I would die still being loved. That was enough.

"I'm sorry,"Minho whispered. I just sadly shook my head.

"I think I'd be just as bad if something like that happened to me,"I assured him. Before he could say anything else Newt was back with a tear streaked face.

Everyone moved as he sat beside me. He was trembling as placed the knife in my hand.

"I guess this is goodbye,"He uttered. I shook my head no.

"I don't believe in goodbyes. I'll see you later,"I corrected him.

"Okay. I'll see you later,"He repeated, placing one last kiss on my lips. It was the slowest one we ever had because it was going to be our last for a long time. Eventually, we had to pull apart.

More tears ran down his face which I wiped away. He leaned into my touch.

"I need you to go back to the campsite. Don't turn back tomorrow. Go forward so you don't have to see me like that. Can you do that for me?"I asked.

"I will. I love you Y/N."

"I know. I love you too. Now this is the part where we walk hand in hand."

"And after that?"

"One last kiss, one last I love you, and whatever comes in the next life."

[catoslvt]

Gally (TMR) x Reader

you were from Aris' maze, and the people who saved Gally saved you as well.

because Aris is like the male equivalent to Teresa, Gally is the male equivalent to you.

everyone sleeps in the same room in sleeping bags and stuff apart from people who may need checkups during the night (like Gally and you🥰)

Also there's still apples and shit cos idk

he has a nightmare about Chuck cos I'm sad.

I was meant to be sleeping over two hours ago, but I'm restless, my mind going over 100mph, I need to get up and walk about, try to tire myself out and maybe go get a drink.

I slowly stand up from my bed, trying to listen for footsteps, if the people who usually check on me during the night realise I'm wandering out of bed during the middle of the night without letting one of them know i'll probably be in a lot of trouble, but I need a drink so I really don't care.

As I slip out of my room/hospital room, I hear quiet cries coming from the door next to mine, Gallys room.

My heart stops for a split seconds, and I stop in my tracks, peeking my head into Gallys room. I realise he's sleeping, his eyes shut tight, and his face screwed up as though he's about to cry, and without second thought, I creep into his room, trying to keep my footsteps as light as possible.

I watch Gally for a few seconds before he starts mumbling, his voice breaking with every word and his sentences hardly making sense.

'Maze'

'Chuck'

'Stay'

"Gally." I say quietly, moving closer to his bed, but he remains asleep, his face tensing and twisting as the mumbling continues getting louder, I need to wake him up before Donnie or someone else comes to see what's wrong.

"Gally." I say, getting slightly louder, and as I touch his arm, His face stops twisting and making horrible expressions, and he mumbles one last word.

'Chuck'

"Gally." I say, my volume now getting increasingly close to my normal speaking volume, and I give him one last final shake, and his eyes slowly begin to open.

"What the fu -" He goes to say very loudly, and I press my finger to his lips.

"It's only me. Everyone's still asleep. You need to be quiet, I'm sorry for waking you up, but I think you were having a nightmare." I tell him and gally sits up and moves so his back is against the wall, and he pats the spot next to him for me to sit down beside him.

We've both been here for probably close to a year, we've both changed a lot since we first arrived both physically and mentally, adapting to life outside the maze where everything isn't given to us in a box and things aren't in perfect harmony, but we've made it work, we're close, which makes sense because in Gallys maze he was the male equivalent to me, or vice versa, I don't think it really matters though.

"It was just a stupid dream." He states, turning away from me.

"About Chuck?" I ask even though I already know the answer.

"Yeah, It felt so real, like I was back there killing him all over again." He sighs, and I gently grab his arm.

"But it wasn't you. You didn't do it. You had been stung by a griever, and it wasn't even him you were trying to kill." I remind him, trying my best to comfort him.

"Do you get dreams about Rachel?" Gally asks as he turns to look at me, his eyes instantly falling on mine, and I feel myself blushing slightly.

"Yeah, but they're just dreams, I've come to terms with the fact I'm not at fault for her death. WICKD is." I answer and he just nods before shrugging.

"Wanna go a walk? I'm hungry." Gally then asks as he turns to look at me, and I quickly stand up nodding rapidly.

"I'm so thirsty, that's why I got out of bed to get a drink, but then I heard you mumbling, so i came to make sure everything was alright." I tell him, and he lets out a joking 'mhm'

"Are you sure you didn't just want to watch me sleep?" He teases as he stands up and stretches before walking over to the doorway of the room, which hasn't had a door in god knows how long.

"In your dreams." I scoff as I follow him.

"Unfortunately, my dreams aren't that good." He continues as he leads the way to the places makeshift kitchen, my breathing stopping when we walk past one of the enterances to the sleeping room.

Once we reach the kitchen, I instantly find a bottle of water, Ripping the cap off and chugging half of the bottle as Gally finds two apples, keeping one in his hand and stuffing the other in his pocket.

"Can we go to our car?" I ask and Gally smiles widely with a nod.

our car is one one of the old banged up cars our group keeps in one of their garages. It's a good hiding spot because all the windows are blacked out, and somehow, every door is still intact.

"We can't stay for too long. Everyone will be waking up in a few hours, and god knows when someone will wake up to check on us." He says as he grabs my hand and leads the way.

"Do you think the car still works?" I ask as we climb in the back of the car we have claimed as our own private hang out spot.

"I'm not sure, wouldn't be much help to us anyway." Gally answers as he begins eating the first apple, offering me the second but I shake my head no.

"Well, we could always just drive away, maybe make our way back to the mazes, see if the grievers are gone, and if they are, then we could just live happily in the maze." I say, being completely sarcastic and Gally just laughs.

"You always have to find the positives in everything, don't you?" He asks with a smile and I shrug.

"I guess that's one of our biggest differences, eh?" He continues with a gentle shove to my side.

"I like that you're almost always negative." I tell him as i turn to face him, and he just smiles.

"and I like that you're almost always positive." He states, and I feel myself turning red as I look away and smile.

"We've known each other for like a year, and im closer to you than I was with any of the girls in my maze, and I was with them for like three years." I tell Gally as I slowly turn to look at him again, and as I'm speaking, I could've sworn I saw his eyes drop to my lips for a few seconds.

"I hated everyone in my Glade, so it's not hard to be closer to you than I was them." He remarks, and I scoff and look away.

"No, I didn't mean it like that -" Gally quickly says, and I try to hide my smile by looking hurt.

"No y/n, I didn't mean it like that." Gally says as he gently grabs my face and makes me look at him, and his eyes fall to my lips again, and before I even had time to register what I was doing, my lips were on his.

"Shit." I gasp as I pull away from Gally, instantly pushing myself against the door on my side, trying to get away from him but also still wanting to be in the same space as him.

"Why did you pull away?" Gally asks, pulling me away from the door and almost pulling me onto his lap as his lips meet mine in a gentle but quick paced kiss.

It seems like we spend hours in the car kissing, but it probably wasn't even half an hour before we're clambering out of the car, trying not to laugh.

"I really hope we haven't had checks." Gally whispers to me as we begin walking back to our rooms.

"I don't even care if we did, I'm too happy to care." I tell him as I stare up at him, now standing at the thin strip of wall between our rooms.

"I'll see you at breakfast?" He asks looking down at me.

"Save me a seat." I say with a smile, and he leans down and kisses me to the lips before pulling away and walking into his room, and I do the same walking into my room with the largest smile on my face.

[harringtonstilinski]

Got The Girl - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Thomas Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1,429 Warnings: angst, fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since August. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Thomas and Stiles Stilinski were your best friends. You, honestly, couldn’t see your life without them. The three of you had met in the 8th grade in a class you all had together, and the rest is history. Granted, it’s been about three years since then, but you still couldn’t see your life without them. 

The three of you were now in your Junior year of high school; Stiles was off doing his supernatural thing with Scott and his pack, Thomas was with his crew that had Newt and Minho in it, and you were hanging out with whichever twin had the most time for you… which had been Thomas here lately.

Well, he was there for you for a while until he started hanging out with Teresa and Brenda, both of which you caught him sucking face with. Granted, it was at a party and he was a little drunk at the time, but still. Your heart shattered as you watched. You didn’t want to watch, but it was kinda hard to look away.

You cried on Stiles’ shoulder that night, falling asleep with him in his bed. Thomas had walked into Stiles’ room, thinking it was his in his drunken state, seeing the two of you cuddled on his twins bed. He sobered up at that point, his heart shattering.

You and Thomas had crushes on each other, but never acted on it. Scott McCall, Stiles’ best friend since the age of four, could smell the chemosignals on the two of you, with him being a True Alpha werewolf and all.

He talked to Stiles about it a few times, the latter not really wanting to hear about his twin brother’s crush on his other best friend. Everytime Scott brought it up, Stiles shut it down.

Thomas, on the other hand, talked to Newt and Minho about you all the time. It was like he never shut up about you. They gave him advice on how to subtly ask you on a date and all that, Thomas planning the day he was going to ask you.

He was gearing up to ask you at your locker, but when he got just a few feet away, he watched as you flirted with Gally, the boy who deemed himself Thomas’ enemy.

You were laughing at something ridiculous Gally said when you looked over, seeing Thomas walk away. Instantly, regret hit you like a bus, taking a step to follow after him, but Gally’s hand on you had you stopping in your tracks.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gally looked over to Thomas’ retreating form, smirking as he looked back at you. “Looks like we made him upset.”

You looked at him, disgusted. “Ya’know what, Gally? I’m tired of your games. I’m tired of you flirting with me just to make him upset. I know you know how I feel about him. This ends today.”

“Come on, baby,” Gally said. “You know you want a real man.” “And that real man is Thomas. He doesn’t use me for his own personal gain, unlike you.” With that, you turned and slammed your locker door shut to start your journey of finding Thomas.

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“I can’t believe she’d do that,” Thomas said, sitting at his desk.

“Do what? Laugh at Gally?” Newt asked.

“He probably said something stupid and she couldn’t help but laugh,” Minho added.

“She was laughing,” Thomas breathed, sitting back in his seat.

“Laughing doesn’t always mean she’s flirting, bro,” Stiles said, sitting in front of his twin.

“Yes, it does. Lydia laughs at you all the time.”

“Because he’s stupid,” you smiled, sitting down at your own desk next to Stiles.

“Thanks for that,” Stiles deadpanned.

You turned your head, smiling at your best friend before your eyes shifted to Thomas. Whispering, you said, “Hey, Thomas. Can we talk?”

He looked at you and it was then you finally noticed the sadness in his eyes.

Sighing, you started to say, “I wasn’t flirt–” before your teacher’s voice cut you off, starting the class for the day.

Begrudgingly, you sighed and sat back in your seat, halfway paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying.

You couldn’t help but sneak looks back at Thomas, the twin quickly looking away from you as you did. You pretended to not notice that he was already looking at you, so when the class ended and he quickly got up, you followed his lead.

Following him down the hallway, you kept saying his name. Every time you got closer to him to tap his shoulder or grab it, he would move away faster. When the two of you made it outside, you followed him to Stiles’ Jeep, your hand finally on his shoulder.

When he turned around, he looked pissed and you could understand why. “Look,” you said, voice stern. “I wasn’t flirting with Gally. He said something so ridiculously stupid, the only thing I could do was laugh. Laughing doesn’t always mean that a girl is flirting with someone. I mean, Teresa and Brenda laugh at you all the time, and they’re not flirting!”

“How do you know they’re not flirting?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I actually see them flirting with guys on the lacrosse team,” I countered, replicating his stance. 

“What if they’re doing it to make me jealous?”

You snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.” You took a breath, releasing it while asking, “You wanna know how a girl is flirting with you?”

He narrowed his eyes, asking, “I think I have an idea, but how?”

“She’ll put her hand on your arm while laughing, maybe give it a small squeeze,” you started to explain. Deciding to take it a little further, you explained everything that you did when the two of you hung out. “She’ll lay her head on your shoulder while watching a movie, or even lay her head in your lap while watching a movie because she’s tired and falls asleep.

“She might even be thoughtful and remember your favorite snacks for movie night, cuddle into you if you’re watching a scary movie. She might even wear your favorite shirt for shits and giggles every time she’s over because she knows how it makes you feel when you see her wear it.”

As you explained all that, you saw something shift in Thomas’ eyes. “But… you do all those things.”

“Yeah,” you drug out, turning your head to the side a little, but keeping your eyes on Thomas’.

“Why would another girl–”

“You egghead!” Stiles said, slapping his twin on the back of the head. “She’s talking about herself!”

Thomas looked from Stiles back to you, eyes growing a little wider. “You–?” Making the decision to get back at him, you said, “Maybe I’ll have Gally give me a ride home?” “I’ll kill him if he does,” Thomas sneered.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed. 

“Knew what?” Scott asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“Thomas likes me.”

Shrugging, Scott said, “I could’ve told you that.”

Looking at him with an unimpressed look, you said, “You’re a fucking Alpha werewolf. I’m sure you could smell it on him.”

Scott leaned forward, saying, “And you, too.”

Your eyes went as wide as saucers, Scott’s smile returning to his face. “You son of a bitch.”

“Wait,” Thomas said. “You like me, too?”

Quickly turning your head to look at Thomas, you said, “So admit it!”

“Oh, yeah,” Teresa said.

“He’s had a crush on you for years,” Brenda added.

“You two knew?!” you blurted. 

They looked at each other and nodded. “Yeah.”

“He told us freshman year,” Brenda said.

“He won’t stop talking about you,” Newt added as well.

It seemed like all of your friends were surrounding you now, Minho having joined Newt, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Issac, Erica, Boyd, Gally, Jeff, and even little Chuck all surrounding you and Thomas, waiting for one of you to make a move.

Thomas groaned, looking at Stiles for some direction. “Tell her,” Stiles said. “Tell her.” Thomas sighed and looked back at me, “Listen, I–” 

I didn’t let him tell me what he needed to as I jumped into his arms, pressing my lips to his, feeling him kiss me back without missing a beat. Our lips moved in sync as our friends cheered us on. Laughing, I smiled out of the kiss, Thomas’ arms wrapping around my middle to lift me up off my feet for a moment.

“I guess Greenie got the girl after all,” Gally said.

“Yep,” I smiled, never taking my eyes off of Thomas. “He sure did.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i haven’t posted anything not series related since… i don't even know when.... and i feel fucking terrible… for those that have stuck around since then, y’all are the real mvp’s!

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​​​Posted on October 9, 2023

[the-fiction-witch]

The Rat

Media - The Maze Runner Series Character - Newt Couple - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Dark + Sad Word Count - 3116

I said goodnight the the boys and headed through the right arms camp, the sun slipping below the mountains, as I poked my head inside the tent. I couldn't hold back my smile, as I saw Y/n.

As I entered the room, I saw her lying on our bunk, all set for a good night's sleep. Her vibrantY/H/Chair was neatly tied up in a bun, and her face had a serene expression. She had changed into her nightwear and kicked off her trousers and boots, which were lying on the floor. She was wrapped up in a cosy blanket and had a soft pillow under her head. The room was dimly lit, and it felt peaceful and quiet.

Naaww she's so cute,

I kicked off my shoes, tossed my jacket and undid my trousers before climbing into the bed with her wrapping my arms around her waist and having a little bit of a fight to hug some blanket away from her.

"Hey! Honey!" I complained,

"I'm cold," She whines,

"I know, but if you let me in. I'll warm you up," I chuckled,

"Seems like a lie for more covers," she pouts,

"Humm you know all my plans, Y/n," I joked, "Come on, come here."

She turned to face me and nuzzled her cute little freckled nose into my chest so I held her as close as I could pressing a kiss to the rim of herY/H/Chair, "Hi honey,"

"Hi Newt,"

"You all ready for bed?"

"Mhm," she nodded,

"Okay, goodnight Y/n,"

"Goodnight Newt,"

We both shifted and got comfy for a while before we drifted away to sleep.

We both jolted a little as we woke up, the sounds of guns and shouting outside our tent, the sounds of bergs overhead. We both panicked and got dressed rushing out our went and finding everyone else.

"What the bloody hell is going on!" I yelled,

"Wicked!" Minho yelled,

I nodded and kept Y/n close to me as I grabbed a gun to defend myself, "Keep close okay?" I told her and she nodded holding me tightly,

We did our best but it wasn't long before we were captured, lined up like dogs ready to be taken or shot whichever they wanted to do to us, I held Y/n close holding her hand tight as we both trembled unsure of what our fate would be.

The berg landed and soon enough the door opened, revealing... THEM.

Janson and Ava stepped out into the dust and walked up and down our line to see who they had.

"Good, very good. Barely any losses," Janson smirked,

"How did you find us!" Thomas barked,

"We tracked you as far as the mountains until the magnetics screwed our system," Janson explained,

"and then we had some help..." Ava said as she stood in front of Y/n and I, "someone who always understood the greater good of our work,"

"What?" I froze up,

"what the hell are you talking about?" Y/n asked,

"Y/n.. you told them-" Teresa spoke up in shock,

"What no! I didn't! I would never work with THEM!" She complained,

"You- you rated us out... this whole time! we thought you were our friend!" Minho turned on her,

"I am! Minho you've known me for four years you know I wouldn't do this!" Y/n explained,

"A very good little rat kept us updated the whole way," Janson explained,

"NO! I didn't! I swear I didn't say anything to them!" she began to cry,

"Y/n! What the hell!" Frypan yelled,

"I didn't do it!" She whined, "You believe me don't you newt?" she held my hands her eyes pleading,

"Of course I do," I told her squeezing her hands,

"So you both ratted us out!" Thomas yelled,

"No!" She cried,

"Tommy, I swear to you I have not spoken a word to them," I told him,

"Then she ratted us out! on her own!" Minho yelled,

"I didn't I swear!" She cried,

"Don't go screaming accusations at her Minho," I warn,

"Why? you two got something to hide?" Fry asked,

"No! This is insane don't you trust me!"

"I trust you. It's her I don't trust," thomas explained,

"He has nothing to do with it." Janson explained, "Y/n was our only mole."

"Y/n..." I turned to her,

"I'm not I swear it!" she cried,

"You were their mole. All this time. we trusted you. and you were feeding them information to keep them on our tail." Teresa explained,

"It's true, she was our only mole. Said it would be best to get you all back home where you belong." Ava explained,

"newt! you know it's a lie! you're with me almost every day you know I don't talk to them!" She said,

"She spoke in secret usually early in the morning," Janson spoke up, "Updated us of your location. Made a deal. Your location, for a life where she could be safe. You and Newt wasn't it Y/n?"

"Y/n how could you!" Teresa began to cry into Thomas' chest, "She sold us out, just so she and Newt would be safe."

"Y/n... you-" I began,

"NO! I didn't I promise you knew I didn't! when would I, you're always with me,"

"Not always." I snapped moving away a moment, "Where have you been going... in the mornings?"

"Newt that has nothing to do with this..." she whispered,

"Then why not tell me? I love you, you know I do. but I wake up most days and you're not with me... so where are you going?"

"To talk to them!" Minho yelled,

"No! No! I- I've been..." She began,

"Talking to us. keeping us updated." Janson explained,

"No! I wasn't it's complicated-"

"Complicated,"

"I swear to you Newt I didn't say a word to them."

"It's her word against them, and they both say she did." Thomas explained, "And honestly I believe them 'cause how else would they know someone sold us out."

"It wasn't me I swear," She cried,

The emotions I felt were overwhelming. My heart ached with a deep pain that seemed to penetrate my very core. My soul was on fire, consumed by a mix of anger, disappointment, and betrayal. I struggled to come to terms with the fact that someone I trusted had done something so unforgivable.

She had betrayed us all. Despite her promises to keep us safe, she had sold out our friends in a moment of weakness. I couldn't understand how she could do something like this. We had all put our faith in her, and she had let us down in the worst way possible.

The worst part was that she was the girl I loved. The one I had trusted with my heart and soul. I wanted to believe that she was innocent, that there was some mistake, but deep down, I knew the truth. She had broken my trust, and it was going to take a long time to heal from this.

"I hope you are happy Y/n..." Teresa explained,

"I didn't you have to believe me!" she begged, "I... I keep leaving in the morning as I..."

"To let us all know," Ava nodded, "Our daughter has always appreciated the greater good."

"Daughter?" She gasped,

"Our daughter has always been close to us. Killed us to put you in the maze sweetie, but it had to be done. You knew it. we knew it. you've always been our good girl." Janson explained stroking her hair,

"No... No... I - I didn't know I was their daughter. I swear I didn't I am not a rat I promise!"

"And now we are going to take you all home," Ava explained,

"Over my dead body!" Minho yelled as he kicked Janson in the dick and the fighting began again,

"Get them on now!" Janson demanded as he forced Y/n towards the berg,

"Nooo! Please! I am not going with you!" She tried to argue, "Newt Please!" She cried,

I was in a state of confusion and disbelief as I watched everything unfold before my eyes. Y/n, my girlfriend, had been accused of betraying us to the wicked men who had attacked our camp. I didn't know how to help her, but I couldn't bear the thought of her betraying us. So, I stood with Thomas and the others as we faced off against the attackers. The fight was brutal, and unfortunately, we lost Minho, who was taken by wicked men. They also destroyed much of the camp and took Y/n with them.

Despite the accusations against Y/n, I still couldn't help but hear her screams and pleas echoing in my mind. I wanted to believe her when she said she didn't sell us out, but the question lingered in my mind - how else would they have found us? Why would they lie and say she did? It was then that I realized that it explained where she had been going every morning, but I still struggled to believe that my girlfriend would sell us all out, even if she had good intentions of giving us a safe life together. It was a difficult situation to come to terms with, and my mind was left in a state of turmoil, not sure what to believe.

I leaned against the table in the camp, as thomas threw things around the room in frustration, Teresa going to comfort him. Six months and yet another failed rescue attempt that only cost us more men. We lost Harriet to their clutches this time. We had lost so many in failed attempts, only thomas, Teresa, fry and I left now. With Jorge and Brenda of course too.

"Fuck!" He yelled, "How is this possible? they were right there waiting again! like they knew it was coming!"

"How the bloody hell do they always know..." I sighed, "I know you want Minho back but... it might be time to throw in the towel,"

"Newt's right we just keep losing the few we do have," Fry nodded,

"I know..." Thomas began,

"No we have to keep trying thomas, we have to," Teresa told him cuddling his arm,

There was silence for a moment,

"Yeah, it's like they already know..." Thomas began,

"How would they do that?" Fry spoke up,

"...Maybe... the rat never left," Teresa suggested,

"What..." I gasped,

"Newt." Thomas looked at me,

"Me!"

"They tracked us half away across the world, found us in the camp, and now they know our every attack before it happens!" He yelled at me, "Maybe a rat is feeding them,"

"me! You think I'm a mole! I'm your best friend!"

"Y/n was your girlfriend! and she sold us out! how do we know... all this time... you weren't on her side. made a deal with them, a better life for you and your girl, while the rest of us rot!"

"I would never!"

"Then how do they know!"

"I don't know!" I yelled back, "I'm going for a walk call me when you calm down." I told him,

before I took my coat and stormed out into the camp,

I climbed on top of the rocks and sat down, gazing over the camp and taking in the early morning light. It was the calm before the storm, and I wanted to enjoy it before everyone else woke up. However, my mind was racing with thoughts, and I couldn't shake them off.

I couldn't believe that he accused me of being a mole. After all that I had done for him, he still had doubts about my loyalty. I suppose I can't blame him, he thinks Y/n was and assumes we'd work together, which makes more sense than anything I can come up with. But I think The stress of the situation was getting to all of us, and it was starting to show. The tension was palpable, and I could feel it in the air.

Despite all the chaos, I couldn't help but think about Y/n. I missed her dearly - her hugs, her kisses, and her love. I still hear her screams in my mind, and I can't help but believe her. As time passes, my doubts grow stronger, and I need to see her again to ask her the truth. I know in my heart that she would never lie to me. But, the question remains, was she telling the truth?

It doesn't make sense to me that if Y/n was the mole, then how are they still finding out things now that she's gone? How do they know about our plans? It's all too confusing, and I can't help but feel like we're missing something crucial. The fate of our mission hangs in the balance, and we can't afford to make any mistakes.

As I was exploring my surroundings, I heard a strange fizzing noise that caught my attention. I was confused at first, but then I looked around and pushed on a nearby rock, which tumbled away to reveal something unexpected: an old black phone that was vibrating. I felt a sense of curiosity and decided to flip it open to see what was on it.

To my surprise, I saw a new message on the small, cracked screen that read: "Need New Info Call - What is the next move?" I couldn't resist the urge to find out more, so I started looking through the conversations and call logs on the phone.

As I scrolled through the contents, I couldn't believe my eyes. All of our information, including our plans and conversations, had been updated daily by someone who had been feeding it to Wicked. They were the mole, the rat, and had been working against us all along. They had been keeping track of everything, even updating it when plans changed. It was clear that they had been gathering information on us for a while.

I felt a mix of anger and betrayal as I processed this new discovery. This was a major setback for us, as we had been working hard to keep our plans a secret from Wicked. But now, it seemed that all of our efforts were in vain. We had to come up with a new plan, and fast, if we were going to stay one step ahead of the rat and protect ourselves from further harm.

But who's is this? I scrolled back further and further until I found it... the messages that confirmed it all.

Y/n... Y/n was never the rat.

But she was the scapegoat.

Teresa! was the rat!

Teresa has been planning with them since our escape... planning to get us all back, feeding them our whereabouts, and then when it came time for the pickup, she asked them to make it seem like Y/n was the rat so that thomas would still trust her enough to get the cure from his blood. She planned for us all to be taken that day!

And ever since has been feeding them our plans to pick us off one by one...

... Y/n didn't lie.

Y/n was innocent.

I turned on the woman I love.

I betrayed her.

I didn't believe her.

I left her to their mercy.

I began to cry thinking of the monster I had been to the woman I love when she had been innocent this whole time.

"Y/n.... I- I'm so sorry honey," I cried,

I headed down with the phone in hand as my evidence ready to confront thomas and tell him the truth. But I found him and Fry getting a car loaded,

"what's going on?"

"We are going to the last city. to get Minho and the others out before the boat leaves," Thomas explained, "I- I am sorry for snapping newt your right we need to stay together, there is no rat I'm just being crazy."

"No, thomas I -"

"Come on, we need you with us."

"Is... Teresa coming?"

"No, I told her to stay here in camp she wasn't happy but I thought it was best for her."

I nodded and was about to speak but Teresa came through so I did the phone as she kissed thomas.

I bit my tounge and simply went with them, making sure there was no way she could find out our plans, and I had her phone keeping it with me for the perfect moment.

I know the others didn't want to, but I wasn't leaving without Y/n, Thomas went for Minho so I broke away and went for Y/n, and I found her locked in a cell.

I forced open the door and saw her lying on the floor, herY/H/Chair messy and cut short, her skin bruised and bloody. She looked so broken they had tortured her, tormented her, all to keep her in these cells and keep her quiet. I felt so happy to see her but like crying for all I had done to her, maybe if I had stood up for her... poor thing wouldn't be here, she'd still be in my arms where she belongs, and I collapsed to my knees as I saw her stomach.

"Y/n... Honey. I'm so sorry..." I cried,

"Ne- Newt." she croaked,

"I know it wasn't you, I am so so sorry I didn't believe you, I'm sorry I let them take you, I'm so sorry I didn't stand up for you. Please can you ever forgive me?" I begged holding her sweet face,

"Of course I forgive you, it was all-"

"Teresa. I know. She framed you. I'm so sorry it took me so long to see it. What... what's this?" I let my hand slip to her stomach,

"I was leaving in the mornings... becuase of morning sickness... Newt... I"

"You're pregnant?"

"Mhm," she nodded,

"Ohh my god- I'm so so sorry honey, I'm so sorry for not believing you. I'm sorry you ended up here. but I am getting you out of her. You and our sweet little baby. I promise. I don't care about your daughter, you're the woman I love. And I will keep you safe and protect you I promise I love you so much."

"I love you too newt."

We shared a sweet kiss and I helped her to her feet even if she was in a lot of pain. We got to the bus under the building, loaded with every immune we could get out as well as everyone who had been taken.

"why is she here?" Thomas asked,

"I know you don't trust her. But I think you will. Once you read these." I handed over the phone still with them constantly asking for information, he looked it over and saw everything I had,

"Oh my god she- she - Y/n I- I'm so sorry I-"

"It's okay thomas. she's very convincing." she nodded,

"I am so sorry for what happened." He hugged her, "You are coming with us. I promise."

"Thank you, Tommy," I nodded, We got a seat and I kept Y/n in my arms kissing every one of her bruises and stroking her bump as we escaped. "I am so sorry for not trusting you honey,"

"It's okay, you came back for me. I forgive you Newt I promise. I still love you endlessly,"

"I love you too. You... and this little one,"

"Our little one."

"Yeah, our little one." I smiled,

[mackjlee9]

Gally x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Author's note: this is like... heavily based on The Rejected, but of course, this can be read separately from that, it doesn't affect this one shot at all.

Masterlist.

The Maze Runner

Requested by BåůmŠquåd W187 on Quotev

"We can make it out of here. I know that."

There was silence for a few seconds in the Glade as they let those words sink in.

And just like that, like the breeze blowing by, guys who were on their side started making their way to Thomas, mumbling quiet apologies to them.

Gally and (M/n) made brief eye contact, unsure of what to do next.

"It's over," their sight shifted back ahead of them, "Just come with us..." Despite Thomas' words being directed to all of them, his eyes were locked onto (M/n)'s, it was clear who he wanted to have by his side.

He stared at Thomas, at Teresa, and all the guys he called friends standing in front of him, ready to go into the Maze and maybe, find their way out. (M/n) looked at each one of them, at Minho, at Newt, at Fry, at Winston, and he soon remembered all of those who weren't here with them to witness what was happening.

Some of his best friends were waiting for him to come with them, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't leave Gally just like that, not after everything they'd been through together.

(M/n) sighed and turned his head to look at Gally, whose eyes were locked on him, not even acknowledging all the other guys staring at them. Green eyes looked into (e/c) ones, pleading (M/n) to stay, terribly scared that he might leave him too.

It broke his heart to see Gally so vulnerable, his hand gripping onto the back of his dirty and worn shirt, trembling as the seconds went by, beginning to feel desperate at the thought of (M/n) actually deciding to go with Thomas into the Maze.

And the weak smile Gally received from him almost made him double over, wanting to wail and cry for him to stay.

(M/n) took a deep breath as he turned to look at the others, silently waiting for his response, hoping they would come along as well, but that's not what they got.

"Good luck against the Grievers," everyone saw how determined to stay (M/n) was, and some of them felt the need to stay, as if they'd changed their mind, no longer sure of their choice.

However, before they could make their way back to Gally, Thomas called to them and ran into the Maze, soon followed by those whose resolution didn't waver and the hesitant steps of those who did.

They watched how they left and got out of their sight when they rounded the corner.

It took a bit, but everyone left in the Glade began making their way to what was left of their home, and (M/n) wondered how things were gonna go now.

Will they survive? If so, for how long?

He couldn't take even a single step forward when Gally's arms wrapped around him, tightly. He was shaking and sniffing on his neck as he cried. Silently, he rubbed Gally's back slowly, whispering in his ear that everything was gonna be alright.

"It'll be fine. Things will get better."

If only he could believe his words.

//////

They tried. Everyone did.

Ten guys against two Grievers didn't sound too hard, but it didn't sound easy either. They tried their damnest and succeeded, but at what cost?

Everyone was dead, or dying, and nothing could be done.

(M/n) got up from the ground, and grabbed the spear a Glader had lost while running away before getting captured by one. He released a shaky sigh and cautiously started walking out of the Deadheads, everything was quiet.

The fight they had and all the screaming that echoed was now gone, it just disappeared, and the quietness did nothing to ease his freaked-out mind, sharpening his senses as he walked forward, trying to find anyone that could still be alive, but nothing.

And now he was panicking... What if he was the only one alive? What if...?

From afar, relatively close to the Maze Doors, he spotted someone, they were pulling apart the slimy flesh of the Griever and rummaging for something inside. A cylindrical device that beeped rather slow and quiet.

He got closer and saw them stand up to their full height. It was...

"Gally?" He whispered to himself, and he witnessed with horrified eyes how the blond ran into the Maze, alone and without a weapon, "Gally!"

The only logical thing he could do was run after him.

Navigating the Maze was hard, even if he had gone in a handful of times in the past, getting lost was easy, but he tried. It was weird that Gally seemed to know where he was going, and his legs trembled and shook as he struggled to catch up to him.

If he stayed quiet, he could hear the beeping of the device getting more frequent, and whether it was closer or further away, so he kept going, knowing that Gally was somewhere ahead of him and he wasn't gonna stop for (M/n) to catch up.

The sound of echoing footsteps reached his ears, and he ran faster, rounding the corner, stopping as he slipped and almost fell. He gasped for air and looked around.

(M/n) saw multiple Grievers dead, along with some of the guys that went along with Thomas, there was blood on the stone floor he was walking on, making dragging marks as they went over the edges on either side of him. Carefully peaking over, he realized he couldn't see the bottom, and he felt like his stomach was gonna spit through his mouth.

He took a deep breath, put the spear down, and slowly walked forward, and into the dark tunnel, following along it as he got closer to the light.

He knew better than to believe they were out of the Maze, everything felt off and unsettling. (M/n) stepped out of the tunnel and stepped into a long hallway, it extended to his left and to his right. He was unsure of which way he should go until he stepped on something gooey. It looked like Griever spit.

A set of footsteps left a mark on the floor heading into the hall on his right, and he walked that way, his hand unconsciously dragging along the wall he was closest to.

After a short while that felt a little too long, he came across a door that displayed 'exit' atop it, he rolled his eyes at the inconvenient comedic timing. Even so, he walked in.

An open door on the other side of the room made him groan as he covered his eyes, the sun was too bright and the air coming inside felt scorching hot. He stepped to the side where he didn't have to look at the light directly and soon, he got adjusted to the room.

He didn't see anything worth mentioning, just computers and scientists dead. He walked around the long table, seeing pictures of his friends on the monitors, labeled 'subjects' instead of their names.

He felt sick at the thought of just being treated like experiments, and he wondered where the rest of his friends had gone to. Maybe they were outside...?

His train of thought stopped when he looked down.

Lying by the door, was Chuck. Dead.

(M/n) froze for a few seconds, feeling tears gathering in his eyes as his brain processed what he was seeing. Slowly, he knelt on the ground next to Chuck and gently wrapped his arms around his body, he blinked and a few tears made their way down his dirty face, looking into his lifeless eyes.

He sweetly moved his curls away and pressed a kiss to his forehead, backing away and gently closing Chuck's eyes, letting him rest in peace. "Goodbye, little buddy."

He sighed and placed Chuck's body back on the floor, regretful that he didn't have a way to give him a proper burial. He deserved it, he was just a little kid.

His whole life was taken away by W.I.C.K.E.D, and (M/n) would do anything-

The frown on his face disappeared instantly the moment he looked up, his eyes landing on another body lying on the ground. He stood up and tried to make his way over to them, but his legs shook and quivered, his sight completely glossed over with tears as his bottom lip trembled, he could barely move, and the only thing keeping him moving was the adrenaline.

"Gally...?"

He mumbled, his hands shaking violently as he placed them on his face. Truth is, (M/n) didn't know what to do, just cry and hold Gally close.

There isn't much he can remember from that moment, but he recalls the sound of various vehicles stopping outside before making their way inside the facility.

"We've got a survivor!" One of them screamed and they approached him, these people had tactical gear and masks covering their faces.

And they were trying to pull him away from Gally.

"No! Let go of me! Gally!" (M/n) managed to elbow the guy holding him on the stomach, getting free from his grip and crawling his way back to Gally, "I'm not gonna leave you, okay? I'm not..."

His body shook with each sob he released, blinking away the tears to be able to see Gally's face clearly, wanting to engrave it in his memory. But then again, he was being pulled away from him.

He groaned and kicked, pulling his arms away from the foreign hands holding him back, "I won't leave him! Stop, let me go!" His voice broke, desperately pleading to these people to just let him stay there with Gally.

There was no point in living if Gally wasn't gonna be there with him, reminding him to eat all three meals, to mess up his hair with a playful smile, to show him his drawings, to hear his beautiful laugh, and to comfort him when he didn't feel worthy. He couldn't live if Gally was gone.

"I can't... Gally..." He whimpered and made a last attempt at freeing himself again but to no avail.

"Sir! He's still alive!"

(M/n) saw a spark of hope in the dark tunnel he found himself inside of, and he felt like he was moving toward it, needing the hope to be able to continue.

"Save... Save him! Please, save him!" He yelled at them, as he stopped fighting their hold, and he watched how they stabilized the spear through his chest to cut the handle off. He had refused to leave, struggling against these people again, who decided against it and simply stayed put, "Can I... Can I go with... With him?" He asked between gasps, "Please, let me... Go with him..."

One of the guys holding him released his grip, moving to help the other group get Gally on a stretcher and take him outside to their van.

(M/n) was taken outside in the scorching sun as it began setting, and he started squirming and screaming when he realized he was being taken to another vehicle than Gally.

"Fuck off!" He pushed the man behind him and ran toward the group of four carrying Gally onto the van, and he got in, closing the door behind him. Seeing as he hadn't run away or caused any other major problem, everyone got in their car and drove off.

(M/n) felt his eyelids heavy, but he refused to fall asleep, observing closely what they were doing to Gally to keep him alive.

From what he heard, it was bad, and it would be a miracle if he survived, but he clung to that hope.

He clung onto the possibility of a miracle occurring.

//////

The days that followed felt like a blur.

(M/n) was glad that Gally was still alive, and he hadn't been able to thank the doctor that saved him yet which upset him, but he couldn't leave his side. He had especially learned how to clean his wound and change his bandages, just to have an excuse to be with him, take care of him, and wait for him to wake up.

It was painful, really. He had been told Gally would wake up eventually, but they didn't know when it would happen, how they were unsure if there would be any other issues within his body, and (M/n) was constantly on edge, sitting by his side, sleeping on the worn couch in the infirmary, talk to him about the good memories they had back in the Glade, and where they were.

Even if Gally couldn't hear him or know he was there, he still did, because he cared, and he was scared.

The image of Gally's body lying on that cold floor would flood his subconscious every night, and he was convinced that he would never fully believe or realize that Gally was still alive.

It was early morning at the base, and he had just been taken to the cafeteria by the doctor, Lauren, to eat something. He couldn't, but he tried, for her.

They stayed silent, and after enough time had gone past, (M/n) got up and left, apologizing to her and heading back to the infirmary. It was hard to stay away from Gally for longer than twenty minutes, he couldn't do it.

He sighed and opened the door, expecting to see him there on his bed, still in a coma, just... Waiting for a miracle. But no, Gally was awake.

He was looking around the room, slowly, frowning at the sunlight coming through the slightly open blinds, setting a glass of water -the one he left there- down, when he heard the door being opened. Then, his green eyes, which had been devoid of all emotion, landed on him, shining brightly as they regained their usual glow.

"(M/n)...?" His voice was hoarse and raspy, probably from not being used, and (M/n) found himself shocked in place, looking at Gally as if he wasn't real.

He took a step forward and struggled to take a breath, his eyes filling with tears as he approached Gally, who was also getting emotional at the sight of (M/n) there, by his side, alive.

"Gally," he whispered his name, his voice trembling as he did so, and he got closer to the bed he was lying on. He held his face in his hands, and they looked at each other as if they couldn't believe it, smiling and chuckling between tears, "I missed you, so much," (M/n) hugged him, careful of not hurting him, his face buried on his neck, wetting his skin with his tears.

"Sorry, I... Kept you waiting..." The sound of his voice brought shivers to (M/n)'s back, and he couldn't resist.

He lifted his head away from Gally and leaned in to press their lips together, with no hesitation. Gally gasped in surprise but smiled against (M/n)'s lips and kissed him back.

Their lips moved against each other slowly, and Gally sighed through his nose at the feeling of (M/n)'s hands holding his face gently, his hand lifting to intertwine his fingers to his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, tugging on it weakly, feeling shivers down his body at the quiet satisfied hum he released.

Unfortunately, their kiss was cut short when Gally's breath faltered, reluctantly pushing (M/n) away to regain his breathing. The stinging pain in his chest worked to bring foggy memories back, but he was scared to ask just yet.

"Sorry, are you okay?" (M/n)'s hand moved through his hair, observing him attentively, and Gally felt his face getting hot, knowing he was blushing when (M/n) smiled at him, chuckling and leaning closer again, placing a kiss to his forehead, "I'm so happy you're awake, Gally."

He smiled back at him, "And im happy... You're here with me, (M/n)," at that moment, nothing else mattered to them.

They had each other again, and that's all they could ever ask for, or need.

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 26

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.1k

IMPORTANT a/n: Hi... I said that if the Celtics won I'd post tonight so ya know! Here it is hehe. LETS GO CELTICS

Finally used the scene in Season 1 episode 5 of Narcos of Javi and Murphy in the car. There's a lot of perspective change in this one, this section will be like this most the time just because are characters are so far apart!

Ok bye enjoy

New Orleans 1988

“Do you remember being sixteen?”

You cackle, playing with the golden bee at your lobe, looking up at your student Chiron. He had been eating his lunch in your classroom for about two months since, the cafeterias ac is shit, his words. You dig into the cake your students bought you, they thought you would cancel their monday practice quiz with a little birthday celebration. They were greatly mistaken.��

Today you're twenty-four. Everytime you think of it your brain freezes.

 You remember being sixteen like it’s yesterday. You nod, washing down the store bought dry red velvety mess with water. “Yes. It sucked.”

Chiron laughs just the same, opening the pink milk box on his tray. “When were you sixteen? In 1950?”

You stare at him with your most deadpan look, shaking your head. “I turned sixteen in 1980. I was living in Laredo, Texas and I spent my birthday alone. I received flowers from my… friend and my mom took me dress shopping two days later. What was yours like?” 

You and Chiron talk every day. You know he lives in a group home, you know he gets excited when he gets asked about his own life and even more excited when someone shares stories about theirs. He reminds you everyday that you want to have a son one day, you guess you’ll tell him when he's older. Hopefully then you could introduce your son to him and have a laugh about it. 

Teaching has given you a purpose. Being away from home has given you a purpose. Knowing no one has given you a purpose. You tell him stories all the time, you’re going to sob when he walks across that stage in May. 

“I went to the arcade with Teresa.” Teresa has been his girlfriend since the ninth grade, she went to St. Mary’s. They met doing community service and Chiron knows that they're going to be married. “She bought me this chain with her paycheck from Rouses. Are you doing anything for your birthday?”

You look at the picture of your little sister and niece sat up on her desk. Little three year old Sol holding Frankies babygirl Annie. “I still don’t know anyone out here but my coworkers so I’ll probably order in, watch Dirty Dancing and wait for a call from my brother.” You think of Javier for a moment, wondering if he knows today's your birthday. 

You wonder if you have crossed his mind. 

You saw him in the paper when you went home for christmas, you didn't visit your mother. 

You went home to simply spoil the babies at Frankie's house. You drove right back to your third floor apartment in Nola. Cried into your pillow until you slept and did it all over again for three more nights. Chiron nods, you have told him small stories about your life because he loves to listen. You’re weary of sharing too much, only offering bits you know will make him feel seen. You let him cry when he said he tried to meet his father during Christmas break and he didn’t show. That's when you decided to tell him about your first trip to New Orleans. 

Chiron frowns and sips his milk. He just got a haircut, flat top style, he had been growing his hair out the whole year for it. “Do you think Javier will call you?”

You smile at Chiron. He had been trying to pry information about your former lover for weeks. It all started after Christmas break when he cried about his father. You told him that family can be found anywhere, that your only family for a bit was your best friend who happened to be your boyfriend. 

“Do you live with Javier now?”

You shook your head, “He moved away for work.” Nearly a lie, you didn’t feel it was appropriate to tell your seventeen year old student the painful details of your life. 

Chiron went quiet for a few seconds, his face going inward. Eyes shy and sad, it happens every time he’s asked about his parents.

“So who is your family now?”

Andrea drops her keys on her kitchen counter being greeted by tiny tweets. She grins from ear to ear, placing her purse down on the couch. Walking to her cage, the two birds chirped.

 “Are you singing Happy Birthday to me?” She gets on her tiptoes, offering her fingers to the babies, they take the chance. “Thank you, mommy’s going to watch Dirty Dancing because she’s lonely. Okay?”

She brings Jewel to her face in a phantom kiss while Harvey finds sanctuary on her shoulder. 

She always wanted pets but her mother never allowed it. The second Andrea put down her deposit for her apartment, she hopped in her car and bought two blue budgies. They nipped and scurried away from her each time she approached them but after two months of persistence they finally warmed up to her. They’re now her best friends. She’s become a crazy bird lady. Just in September she left a date abruptly because she realized she hadn't fed them in a day and a half. Its safe to say she didn’t get a call back from Mr. Henning.

She sits on her couch after loading the VHS and yawning. Her birdies flying back to their cage. 

That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Baby, and it didn't occur to me to mind.

At 6pm she receives a call. Her heart sinks and for a moment she thinks, maybe.

But ultimately she knows not to be so silly, she knows she needs to be angry with him but she doesn’t have it in her anymore. She unravels herself from the nest she’s made on her couch and tip toes on the hardwood floor to her home phone. 

She spoke to Genie this morning, receiving a happy birthday song from her brother and their baby’s incoherent babbles. They say little Annie is upset that Tia Andrea lives so far. 

“Hello?” Andrea shushes her birds, they love to chirp when she’s on the phone. 

“Happy Birthday Andrea,”

 And she knows Don Chuchos voice anywhere. 

Andrea closes her eyes at the sound. She knew she couldn’t avoid him forever and she’s riddled with grief at the sound of his voice after nearly two years. 

“Thank you Chucho.” Andrea remembers the way he looked at her when she sat in the blistering heat on Javier’s wedding day. He looked at her knowingly, he could see that beyond the made up face she was on the brink of a breakdown. “How’s everything back home?” 

“You would know if you stopped by to see me last month.”

She winces. When Andrea came home for Christmas she made it her business to be seen by no one. Especially anyone who knew anything about Javi. 

She was finally feeling better. 

Everything was out in the open now, everyone knew their business. The scandal blew through town, she had to leave.

“I know, I'm sorry. I’m just still working through everything that happened. I knew if I stopped by your house it would bring up old memories.” Since Andrea moved to New Orleans she has gone back to Laredo five times. Two of the times she visited her mother, every other time was a straight shot to Frankie’s home. Calling him to make sure he takes Sol for the day so Andrea could see her too. She would spend two lovely nights on their plush couch and drive home the next day. 

Through the crackle of the receiver Chucho hums in understanding. 

In a twisted way Andrea always wanted him to be her father. She loved the idea of marrying Javier for more reasons than one. She wanted to officially be a part of his tiny family she loved so deeply. 

“Would this be a bad time to talk about him?” 

Andrea, the despondent girl. A girl alone, leaning against her lonely walls, a girl belonging to no one. Is a girl who cannot resist hearing about the one she loved. 

Loves. 

“Yes.” She allows it. He complies because she knows he must have no one to talk to about this. 

“He told me last week that he’s seeing a specialist—therapist, once a week.”

She smiles. She remembers the last time they had sex they talked about reaching out for help. She supposes it’s her turn. 

“That’s- I'm relieved to hear that. Is he doing okay out there?” 

Andrea has a reoccurring nightmare. She’s walking to work, the heat is brutal and her hands are full of groceries. In her nightmare, one of the bags rip open, fruit falling on the concrete. Every time, she follows an apple that rolls until it hits a news stand. And there—there she sees his face. There she reads his public obituary, the slain American agent. There she dissolves to nothing and wakes up crying harder than she ever has. She cried until she felt like dissolving into nothing. 

“He spares me details that would send me into a stroke but you know. It’s very dangerous work but he’ll make it back home in one piece. He’s too stubborn to die young.” 

Her eyes flicker to the ground and her chin quivers at his words. “Do you miss him?” Is all she can mutter. She cannot be alone in this feeling. She doesn’t like to feel this way. She liked to believe that she gets along without him well, but sometimes the wind blows and it reminds her of summer nights in his bed and she isn’t sure she could go on lying to herself.

Chucho sighs, “He misses you.” He doesn’t answer your question. He knows what you wanted to ask. “He doesn’t tell me because he’s afraid, but every conversation I can hear it in his voice. He is still grieving being away from you, still grieving being deceived. I know you are too. But I wanted to call to tell you that he is okay. I want you to be okay too, Andrea.”

January 1988 Bogota, Colombia

There isn't much work being done. Scoping out for a sicario in a hundred degree weather wasn't ideal but it left some time for beers and ramblings. Murphy dug his hand into the cup holder for another sip of Club Colombiano. “So what year was this?” Murphy looks over to Javi. It had been almost a week since he last saw Hertz. His next session is in two days. He found himself walking with less weight. He even finally told Murphy the name of the girl whose picture is taped on the corner of his desk.

“1986” Javier rasps. “I was driving to the church. I was with my buddy Frankie. He was my best man.” He nearly whispers the last bit. “We were late. It was fucking blazing, 110 degrees. The whole bridal party was there sweating their balls off I’m sure. Frankie is shaking like a leaf next to me, like he’s fucking getting married. Looking for a lighter for a joint he rolled. Mind you, we're been in my bride's car since she arrived in a limousine.”

“Don’t tell me you left her at the altar.”

Javier deadpans, “Let me finish my story.” Murphy chuckles, pressing the cold beer to his neck. “He opens the glove compartment and some papers fall into his lap. And boom, we hit a traffic jam. Frankie, my best man, being the nosy fuck he his opens up the papers. He goes, three months pregnant as of June 6th, can't believe we’re both having kids. I swear to god–”

“No!” Murphy gasps.

“Yeah, Lorraine, the bride, and I hadn’t had sex since February of that year. She was showing a lot, I never thought twice when she told me she was five months along.” Murphy is staring at him like this was the juiciest television worthy story ever told. Javier looks blankly into the rolling hills of Colombia wondering why this happened to him. “I had dropped everything in my life to rush into a loveless marriage for the convenience of a family that wasn't even mine.” His eyes cast low and he feels sick. “So I turned the car around. And Andrea was there waiting to watch me marry someone else. In the heat.”

Murphy rarely knew who Andrea was other than the pretty ex-girlfriend whose picture is taped on his desk; he didn’t tell him too much. The story is enticing, he supposes. Exhilarating from the outside.

Murphy grins, “Well, you saved her a lifetime of hell.” 

He knows it’s true, his inner monologue being spat right back in his face yet he can’t seem to swallow that reality. He's a weak man, he hoped that Murphy would tell him he was wrong, that he needed to get up on a plane this instant and find his girl.

He’s silent for a moment. “Yeah, she never spoke to me again, Andrea I mean. She’ll probably be married to a-a stock broker or some shit when I come home.” If I come home, he intends to say but decides maybe this wasn’t the moment. “Trust me, she’s better off.”

“I told my partner, Steve Murphy, about the wedding.”

“That's amazing, Javier.” She sits back down in her brown leather chair, sipping her tea from her small yellow thermo. “How did you feel afterward?” Javier went home to drink himself to sleep. He decides to keep that detail to himself, before reaching forward to sip water instead of fulfilling his urge to light up.

“I felt like I’ve taken some sort of step forward. Then I remembered how it was telling Andrea. Then I felt like I regressed once again, I didn't wake up for work the next morning. This Tuesday I mean.” She’s taking it all in, yet something i n her twinkles. He sees her satisfaction, she knows this is a shy way of telling her he’s ready to talk about it again. Things are changing for him so quickly.

“We were cut for time last week.”

“We were.”

“So,”

“So.” Javier's eyes jet to the plush rug below him. “I walked to her house the night I agreed to marry Lorraine.”

June 18th 1986

He stopped by The Tap before strolling his way into your neighborhood. Sitting on a barstool like he would do back in High School, eyes peeled to the door wondering if his mother would miraculously walk in. This time he doesn’t drink so much, he pushes three beers back and feels sad enough to see you. Sad enough to break your heart. Liquid courage? Is that what they call it? He feels a buzz in his spine.

Somehow he ends up at your door. 

 “Javi, are you alright? It's late.” You whisper, closing the front door behind you. It reminds him of the time he walked to your house after getting wasted. Catching you in Cabaret makeup, you turning bright red under white paint. 

This time you’re bare faced and so much more of a woman. Javier studies you in a buzzed haze, you’re concerned and it’s pissing him off. There you are, barefoot on your porch. Caught off guard and still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. You step down one step. He wants to drop to his knees and apologize. 

You sense his sorrow so you step back up to be near to his height, placing your hands on his face. Holding his face, “Baby, are you okay?” He knows your worried little face, he knows that somehow in that brain of yours—you’re conspiring what you could have done wrong. Yet it’s never you, it’s always him. You’ve never done wrong.

“Hey…” You whisper, attempting to soothe his quivering chin with a kiss. 

He looks away. Looking into your eyes will kill him. Rejecting your kiss all together. “I’m sorry.” Javier’s voice breaks, and he isn’t embarrassed but he wants to die. He wants it to end because he feels your body go cold without even having to look at you. He’s crying and hiding his face, holding you close and hard. Sobbing into your chest, staining your gray shirt like you did his when he left the first time. “I’m so sorry—I knew I wouldn’t be right for you—Querida, I’m sorry.”

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He crushes your body with his. He’s muttering words about a wedding, a pregnancy and you’re being crushed. You’re losing air and you hope he squeezes you tighter, hope your eyes fog and you fall. 

Hope to wake up in a cold sweat, and it's all a bad dream. Hope to call him to hang out at the lake.  

He’s crying, and its the worst sound you’ve ever heard. Saying he didn’t mean to become a father. He doesn’t mean to hurt you. He doesn’t know why he hurts you. He says he doesn’t want to be married to her. Calling you sweet names and cursing his own. 

You tell him over and over that it’s okay. Yet you hope he crushes you until you disappear.

 “It’s okay—Javi please, it’s okay— I understand.” You run a hand through his hair and lower your bodies to sit on the steps. It’s 2 am. He’s drunk and unable to give you details without crying in your lap now but you know all that you need to know.

When you saw her—Lorraine. When you saw her wide nose and round little belly you felt fear running through your veins. And you slept with that panic, you dismissed it but your bones felt it. Your intuition told you that the two of you will never be the same. You saw him stare at her belly for a second too long and there—right there— you knew you were in the way of something. 

Eventually he feels okay enough to sit up straight. He still can’t look at you and you miss him in your lap when he does. You miss being able to hide yourself from him. You miss being able to shut your eyes in agony at each word of consolation. Now he can see you, even if he doesn’t look you in the eye he can see you. 

You’re able to understand that she’s five months, that they gave him a choice. To never see her and his child, child— his child— or get married. Through it all you tell him it’s okay. 

“I don’t think I have another choice— I can’t be.-“

“A deadbeat.” You finish for him and he doesn’t respond. The two of you have a million unspoken words between the two of you. 

Look at me, look at what happens when you abandon your child. Look what girls like me put up with. Look at me, you hurt me and I'm still thinking of ways to make it work in my broken little brain. 

He knows what his mother did, how could he ever? How? So you could never find it in you to be angry. 

“I’m sorry— I just can’t.” 

You shut your eyes and lean back into the steps of your home. The sky was bright that night, you couldn’t understand why the universe still presented its beauty during such a moment. 

“When will you get married?” You suppose maybe you like to hurt yourself. 

“They said two weeks.” 

You drop your head into your hands and let out a sob. Heart slamming against your ribs, drowning in it. You fear that you’ll become one with earth, a puddle seeping into the grass ahead of you. You feel his panic next to you. He’s whispering your name, and tearing against the back of your head. Your shoulders wrack and you try to speak.

But you decide silence is all you can handle.

So you stay like this for a few minutes.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?” You ask finally, pathetically. 

And he’s quick to nod, “Yes—please.” His deep voice sends a vibration down your spine. And the two of you walk into your home, without fear—no room for such a silly feeling. 

He undresses and you do too. 

He faces the ceiling and you fear neither of you will catch any hours tonight. You still curl into his chest, for the last time. Feeling his warm tan skin below your ear. You count his heartbeats for minutes at a time. You count your own, attempting to make it stop on your own. Your stomach hurts so badly, you may cry just from that. But you think that you’re a twenty two year old woman who is somehow all cried out. You think of the sun coming up and him getting up to leave, you wonder what the next two weeks will look like. 

You’re sure that if you could you’d stay just like this, together and avoidant until it’s time. Just like you planned a week ago when your only fear was him leaving to Colombia. 

You know he’d do the same because the two of you love pain like no other. You stay in your inferno of a brain for nearly an hour. You know he can’t sleep. 

“What are we going to do?” He asks and you frown. 

“Go our separate ways.”

“I don’t want to.” He’s quick to respond, angry.

“I know.”

“Do you want to?”

“No. But I have to. You have to.” 

“As long as I know you, I'll want you, Andrea.”

You shut your eyes and breathe. You hope he forgets you. You hope you can. You suppose you have to try. 

“After the wedding, I don’t think I’ll ever want to speak to you again.”

You feel him intake a shaky breath. Your heart breaks again. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

His chest rises, “It’s okay. I understand.” You nod, the post of the earrings he bought you scraping his skin. “We probably shouldn’t see each other after today.” He admits and you know he’s right.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think I could be a bridesmaid?” You attempt to joke and he doesn’t laugh. You can’t tell what he does but he shivers. 

“Not funny.” 

“I’m sorry.” You exhale. And there the two of you are pensive. Already missing each other. 

He sighs and it's silent once more. “I really love you.”

You sigh just the same and you love him more. You decide you couldn’t say it out loud this time.

Colombia 1988

His elbow is rested on the arm of the chair and his mouth is pressed to a fist. Eyes closed for a few moments. He thinks of the silence of that night, how he hasn't heard you say I love you since. The words that kept him going, but fuck it, he didn’t feel like he deserved it. He made their life such a mess, over and over again. Again his brain regresses to that of a child, of his own head when he was eleven, when he tore up his mothers room and stained her poetry with his tears. 

He has spent two years suffering, he knows there will be no winning. He lost you. He came here prematurely hoping to win in some way. To bring some good, save some people but he realized there's no winning here either. Just suffering and corruption. The longer he watches people die he swears his faith chips slowly with it.

So he looks over his shoulder once or twice when he leaves his session. There were very few words spoken by Dr. Hertz but what can you do when his story silences so many?

He wishes it could silence his own thoughts but instead it festers and crowds his brain in the most crucial moments. Like when he led a raid in a bar in Medellin and swore the woman who sat at the bar with a gun to her head was you. In genuine panic he freezes, the casualties raised from 24 to 25 at that moment. All because of you—him—all because of his thoughts of you, plaguing him.

And he thinks of you in the most insignificant moments. Insignificant like burying himself deep in the cunt of a woman who’s being paid. He thinks of you and can't keep it up from the guilt. What a curse it is to feel so deeply about someone. 

He remembers once, you lie beside him half asleep and mumbling like you did after sex. You said that sometimes love scares you so much that for a time you wished to never feel it. He thought of you so crazy, he fears he understands you now. 

[1-800-teax]

Lost

Newt x reader

Angst (sorry in advance)

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"Come on, Newt! Hold on!" I shout as I feel him slipping as Thomas and I desperately try to make it to the serum.

"We're almost there! Just stay with me! Stay with me Newt!" Thomas also pleads.

I cry out as I connect with the floor, Newt's body taking me down with him as he falls to the ground.

I quickly recover, kneeling next to Newt who is choking on the black liquid making its way out of his mouth.

Thomas shakes him while I try to turn him on his side.

Thomas stops me and checks his heart.

"Alright! You grab his feet!”He says moving quickly to grab his upper body.

I'm just as fast as I grip onto his legs tightly.

My muscles are screaming in protest as Thomas and I lift up Newt's heavy body and attempt to carry him.

Thomas and I grunt and groan as we try our hardest to carry him but our bodies are to tired and worn out as we fall to the ground with him.

A frustrated, desperate whine escapes my lips.

"Thomas?" We both pause and look up.

Teresa's voice can be heard loudly over all the chaos happening in the background.

Thomas continues to listen to what Teresa is saying but I could care less.

I return my focus back on Newt as my emotions catch up to me.

I try to swallow back my tears but some strays manage to fall down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." I whispers in his ear as one of my hands feel for his heartbeat and the other brushes away his hair from his forehead.

Newt's eyes switch from glazed over to normal which is a sign that he is fighting the infection.

"You cured her.", was all it took for me to tune back into what Teresa is saying.

My focus shoots off of Newt and up to Thomas.

"She doesn't have to be the only one." As she says these words, Thomas exhales a shaky breath.

"All you have to do is come back...come back to me."

I roll my eyes at her words and was about to say something to Thomas when I feel Newt's heartbeat pick up under my hand.

I snap my eyes back on him to see him sitting up right, staring at me with his glazed eyes.

I jump back onto my hands in fear.

"Newt..." I say cautiously, brokenly.

The lights flicker before the two front lights turn on and Newt stands up.

"Newt?" Thomas calls out when he turns around, startled.

He peeks down at me for a second, but quickly returning back to Newt.

I stumble up to my feet and stand next to Thomas.

Newt turns around, but he isn't the Newt I know.

"Newt?" Thomas calls out brokenly.

Newt releases a guttural growl before lunging at Thomas at I, but before he could touch me, Thomas shoved me out to the way which has me diving into the ground.

I whip around quickly to see Newt and Thomas rolling on the floor.

"Tommy, kill me!" He says kneeling down.

My heart breaks hearing those words.

"Newt, I'm here!" Thomas tried to say before Newt lungs at him yet again.

I jump up and wrap my arms around Newts torso trying my hardest to pull him off of Thomas.

"Newt! Newt stop!" I scream.

"Newt, please!" Thomas cried out.

"Please!" We both cry at the same time.

Newt snaps out of his trance, but we both don't let go.

Newt breaths heavily, "I'm sorry, Tommy." He says before turning to me and saying, "I-I'm sorry, Y/n."

"It's okay, it's okay." We both breath out.

The moment doesn't last long before Newt's breathing picks up and he reaches down for something.

He pulls it up to his head and I notice it's a gun.

Both Thomas and I cry out a "No."

I step back and kick it out of his hand as Thomas slaps it away.

Newt lets out another guttural scream as he pounces on Thomas again.

Thomas pushes Newt off of himself.

I watch as Newt pulls a knife from his pants and pounces on Thomas once again.

"No!" I shout reaching out once again to pull Newt off of Thomas.

Both Newt and Thomas scream out as Newt shoves a bit of the knife into Thomas chest.

Thomas shoves Newts hand away from him which causes Newts elbow to ram into my forehead forcefully.

I hit the ground with my back, my ears clogged and my vision blurry.

I desperately try to refocus my vision and attempt to get up but I can't.

I give myself a second to breath before I try again, succeeding this time.

My head pounds as I push myself to fight.

I slowly stumble up into my feet, the sound of Newt and Thomas fighting floods back into my ears and my vision clears up and my vision is still slightly blurry as I watch Thomas and Newt collide into a each other.

The sound of a knife penetrating flesh fills my ears and makes my blood run cold.

Thomas' eyes find mine and the look he gives me tears my heart out, ripping it to pieces.

My vision fully returns just in time to see Thomas reluctantly pull away from Newt with teary eyes.

"No!" I screams rushing towards them just as Newt's body hits the floor.

"NO! NO! NO! NO!" I continue to shout as I fall beside Newt, not caring about my pounding headache or my aching knees from hitting the ground so hard.

My hands tremble as I struggle to find a place to rest my hands.

My hands settle on his face as I watch the life drain from his eyes.

I scream and scream and scream until my throat felt like it was on fire.

I cupped Newt's face in my hands as my salt tears drop onto his perfect lips.

The lips I'll never get to kiss again.

I sob heavily as I wrap my arms around him, cradling him to my chest.

"Don't leave me!" I sob out to him.

I don't even notice that Thomas is now gone until I look up at the sky and from my peripheral vision I see Brenda starting teary eyed.

Minho, Gally and Frypan slow to a stop once they see the scene in front of them.

I turn back towards Newt and sob louder.

"I'm sorry." I whisper in his ear.

I feel soft hands rest on my arm and I look up to see Frypan with tears falling down his cheeks on the side of me staring down at Newt.

I heard a shuffle on my right and I turn to see Minho staring blankly at Newt with Gally a few inches beside him.

Fry gentle raises his hand up to Newt's face which causes me to flinch and instinctively grab his hand, squeezing his wrist tightly.

Fries face morphs into pain which causes me to let go instantly and mutter an apology.

Fry nods before cautiously reaches over to close Newt's eyes.

The simple action emits another round of sobs as I hold on even tighter to Newt.

"Come on, we have to go." I hear Gally say in a strained voice.

"Y/n..." I hear Fry start.

"No." I protest, sternly.

"Y/n, we have to go." Fry says, his voice breaking.

"I SAID NO!" I shout, my voice hoarse.

My right hand trembles as I hold the gun up to Fry, Minho, Brenda and Gally.

"Woah!"

"Y/n-"

I don't even know where I got the gun from or when I moved to get it but here I am holding it on my friends...my family.

Tears blur my vision slightly and and my chin wobbles.

"Leave me here." I choke out.

"This wasn't supposed to hap-happen!" I hiccup.

"I love him! He isn't supposed to leave me!"

"Just-" I throw the gun. "Just leave me here!" I say returning to cradling Newt to my chest.

"Y/n..." I hear the soft voice of Brenda and foots steps as they get closer.

"You know he wouldn't want you to stay here." She says.

I shake my head as tears continue to spill from my sore, bloodshot eyes.

"No-no you don't get to say th-that!" I spit out.

"But you know it's true. He loved you Y/n and you know he would want you to get out and be free." she continues.

Her words sink in.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I whisper to him as I litter continuous kisses on his forehead and cheeks.

" I love you, so so much." I say placing one more, long kiss on my forehead.

I slowly and gently lift his body off of mine and onto the concrete.

I sniff and let the tears flow.

"G-goodbye, Newt." I whisper.

I slowly and brokenly stumble to my feet and crash slightly into Brenda who gently guides me away from Newt.

I look back at him and a sob escapes my lips as I leave the love of my life.

Brenda keeps a tightly grip on my wrist as she guides me to the Bereg.

We make it and Jorge wordless pulls me into a hug where I crash my body weight into him and release more sobs.

"Come on, we gotta go." Vince gently says as Jorge guides me inside and into a seat.

I abandon the seat and slide on the floor instead where I stare blankly at the wall with hot, salty tears rolling down my face.

Soon enough Brenda comes and sit next to me, not saying or doing anything, just there for comfort.

After a while my tears stop and stain my face puffed up, blotchy face but my mind continues to run.

I get so lost in my thoughts that I don't even realize the panics everyone was going through to get Thomas or the fact that he was bleeding out.

The hit to the head I took earlier catches up to me as my vision turns black.

I wake up laying in a cot next to a passed out Thomas.

I confusedly look around at the medical supplies in the tent.

I listen and hear the sounds of water whooshing and loud chattering.

I sit up slowly and look down at my clothes.

I paused when I see Newt's shirt on me.

I swallow back my emotions and raise the shirt up to sniff it.

I release a breathy laugh as I could still smell his strong earthy scent.

I’m gonna live for you, Newt. For the both of you.

I thought while caressing my stomach.

[prolix-yuy]

Writers' Iron Chef #9: My Everything and Beyond

[PROMPT] Song lyrics from Leon Bridges’ “Beyond” “Do you think I’m being foolish if I don’t rush in?

I’m scared to death that she might be it That the love is real That the shoe might fit She might just be my everything and beyond”

[TIME LIMIT] Optional, 10 minutes prep. time 30 minutes writing time Optional, 10 minutes editing time

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Rating: T, some angsty Marcus, overthinking galore, lotsa sweetness. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Summary: He's never named the feeling in his chest, but it's as much a part of him as he wants you to be,

Notes: Written for Writers’ Iron Chef Prompt 9.

To ease myself back into writing after the holidays, here's a little fun with Marcus. I am a classically trained overthinker, so I thought it would be fun to see Marcus trying his darnedest to not keep making the same mistakes. I love these prompts as little writing warmups, and while this one got a little belabored in the metaphor it definitely got my wheels turning! Thanks to @writersironchef for always giving the best prompts!

He was wrong before, and that’s what scares him now. This twisting, aching, anxious feeling scrambling in his chest is so close to what he felt for Teresa, but with sharper teeth. Claws that scrape and dig between his ribs. And words that drift up and past his ears like steam from an unattended teapot ready to burst into song.

You love her.

You love her.

You love her.

But Marcus doesn’t know when to trust that voice anymore. Every time it’s hissed softly into his hopeful ear his heart took the damage. College girlfriend who balked at his promise ring. A wife gained, a wife lost. Another proposal dashed to bits on the cold concrete. This feeling is a liar, a trickster that beats against its confines no matter how hard Marcus tries to ignore it. 

When you looked at him for the first time, more than the passing glance he waited for every morning, it tapped tentatively against his sternum.

When your morning greetings grew from “Hello Marcus!” to “I wish you never told me about The Subject was Roses, I cried for an hour after. You better have lunch free to talk about it!” it skated up his spine like ascending notes on a xylophone. 

And finally, after six dinners at the same terrible Chinese place between your apartment when he admitted he wished all of them had been dates, it dug its claws into his chest and held still for a breath.

But when you smiled over the lip of your beer, and said “Haven’t they been?” it roared.

Falling in love was Marcus’ true profession, but was he ever lousy at staying employed. Not for lack of trying, and after Teresa he realized maybe for an abundance of trying. So with you he wrestles the tremors of excitement back. He’s going to play it cool, play it slow. Dampen the voice that begs him to kiss you, hold you, tell you every little thing he wants and desires and what he’ll do to give you the world.

He’s going to do it right this time.

But every time he tries not to linger on your touch, he finds his hands ghosting over your skin. Your teases set his face ablaze, needing to take several laps around the office to regain his composure. And the last few times he’d watched you mount your steps, saying goodnight with a beat longer than necessary before heading inside, he wanted to follow. 

He knows he’s getting close to trouble now. The worst part is how much you’re stoking this feeling, and how hard it's becoming to resist. All he wants to do is quell the ache ponging around his stomach, but your last moments each night are spent obsessing over whether now is the time to kiss you. And if it is, can he stop once he’s started?

You’re starting to notice, and it’s only making it worse. The pendulum has swung too far in the other direction, and now Marcus is positively glacial in his courtship. Thinking about it makes his jaw ache, the twin desires of tell her everything and don’t scare her off become a torturous purgatory of his own devising.

Tonight the air is crisp, and you’re walking closer than usual. He took you to a cozy Mediterranean place this time, the vegetal spice of oregano and grape leaves still dancing on his tongue. You’d slipped your hand into his, tucking both into his overcoat pocket and the closeness makes the feeling rabid.

You love her.

I like her. A lot. 

Tell her you love her.

I’ll scare her away.

Tell her you need her.

Stop it.

Kiss her kiss her taste her take her.

Marcus barely realizes he’s climbed the steps with you before he’s there, your hand still in his and your smile soft on your lips. He’s at a loss, all the words he’s warring with trapped in his throat. 

“I…” he manages to croak out.

“Marcus,” you interrupt, opening your front door. If he could just focus for a moment, concentrate on the perfect arrangement of words to let you know how he feels without being too much, too fast, too soon.

“What are you waiting for?”

Your question quells the feeling for the first time in…Marcus isn’t sure how long. But it finally settles, like a feral cat come to love its home. And Marcus finally breathes.

“For you,” he says, chasing your smile as long as you’ll let him.

END

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Last Song:

My Spotify is a l w a y s going. Can’t be alone with the silence lol.

I love Heilung. Can’t wait to see them again later this year.

Currently Watching:

I can’t remember the last time I started a new show. Fleabag, Bojack Horseman, IASIP, and random documentaries just run on repeat to fall asleep to these days. Boring is comfortable.

If I wanna listen to something in the background, I love video essays by people like Wendigoon, Thomas flight, Jacob Geller and Jenny Nicholson or I just listen to lore or audiobooks (thanks for my 40k fix, Wincott)

Three ships:

Myself and everyone

Harry and Kim

“Sunrise Parabellum”

Flea bag and Boo

“What do I do with it, all I love I had for her?”

“You could give it to me, that sounds lovely.”

Favourite colour:

Questions like this make me have an existential crisis. All of them, for their own purpose.

I guess yellow or purple. Lol.

Currently consuming:

Interior Castle - Teresa of Ávila

Copious amounts of demon/devil smut.

No, I’m not doing okay.

First ship:

Velma and daphne probably, like a normal person…but also The Doctor x Rose.

I cried so hard as a kid during the release of “Doomsday” that I literally threw up hahaha.

Birth place:

Scotland, my love.

Relationship status:

Struggling through life together. I don’t envy him lol. Idk why he puts up with me.

Last movie:

Beau is afraid. Ari Aster and my brain works similar, I think. He just gets it.

Currently working on:

- Haarlep smut and comfort

- Raphael oneshots. Some normal stuff, some real nasty shit…yay

- not cutting my hair off

- not going feral and being put in grippy socks

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[myfriendofmiseryyy]

Fade into you

A Marcus pike x plus sized fem reader fanfic 💜

Content warnings!!!!!!

Mentions of very toxic relationships,mentions of verbal and emotional abuse,mentions of sexual assault and abuse.

3 months earlier:

Rain falls down my face as I stand outside his apartment for the last time,I’m done done with his mind games and constant gaslighting. I call an Uber to pick me up,and take me back “home” my own fucking apartment doesn’t even feel like home anymore every where I look I see all the memories and arguments I’ve had with jake,I can’t even sleep without having vivid nightmares about the last 12 months of our relationship.

I moved half way across the world for him,for it to be thrown back in my face when the abuse started. I should of seen it coming,I was stupid to think someone could actually love me. But at least I’ve got a job now,and I enjoy it. I work for the government,fbi to be exact,how I fucking FBI Agent didn’t see the fact my own boyfriend was abusing me for 4 years is beyond me. I get in the Uber and tell the driver the directions to my apartment,I feel on edge,I don’t trust anyone especially men. He gives me a kind smile and starts driving towards my apartment,sensing I didn’t want to speak,he just turned the radio on. Thank fuck.

I get home and slump on the couch,my now ex boyfriend has sent me multiple messages

11.30 pm

“Please I fucked up,please I love you forgive me”

11.33 pm

“Please baby,I will do anything”

11:45 pm

“Fuck you,worthless slut. You are not worth anything. Your friend is a better fuck anyway”

I block his number and his social media accounts.

One thing about being in the fbi is that I know he is going to pay for what he has done. Maybe after this is all over I will help over people in the same situation as me, help them get their life’s back on track. But first I need to help myself.

My apartment is a mess,my constant state of depression and being at work all the time has really taken its toll,I try my hardest but sometimes all the cleaning gets too much. I do the reminder of the dishes then decide to head to bed,not that I will be getting any sleep. I’m constantly terrified jake will break in,he has done it before. Breaking in to my apartment at the dead of night just to shout abuse at me,but my neighbours know what a scumbag he is,and they have cameras all over the building. “I’m safe” I tell myself.

No way am I sleeping with the lights off though,I do my nighttime routine and then text my co worker Marcus to say that I might be running late tomorrow because I’ve only just gotten back. Honestly,marcus has been suspicious of jake since the the day he burst into the office demanding that he needed to speak to me “right now” ever since then marcus has kinda been protective over me. Marcus and I have become pretty close friends (as close as Jake allowed us to be) and we check in on each other regularly. He has been through some shit the last few months with his ex Teresa,she abandoned him and called off the engagement after she met another guy. Marcus was in bits,I just wish I could of helped him more at the time. But I had to be home at a certain time,Jake set an alarm on his phone for what time I finished work,and if I wasn’t home by then he would go ape shit.

At least now I can hang out with Marcus and other co workers after work without jake breathing down my throat.

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3 months later

It’s been 3 months since I broke it off with Jake,my life has taken a turn for the better. I got a restraining order against him and I came clean about what happened to Marcus,he was infuriated and wanted to put the man behind bars. However Jake is (was) a cop and trying to put a cop behind bars is…very tricky,Jake knew all the best lawyers and the case fell through. It’s weird because technically the FBI is above the police but it still felt like Jake had all the power over me. I cried and cried that night. Marcus has Been there for me every step of the way,even down to coming to my apartment at 4am after I call him hysterically crying because I had a nightmare about Jake. He has installed new locks and a ring camera for me so I can see who is at my door,and has even taught me how to defend myself in that sort of situation. We have movie nights often where we take it in turns to pick a movie,I still feel very on edge around physical contact,Marcus acknowledges that and keeps his distance if needed,but honestly I like snuggling into him. He feels safe and I trust him. I often find myself falling asleep in his arms,it’s a reminder that I’m healing. I’m healing from all the shit Jake put me through. Although at the moment I can’t see myself and Marcus being more than good friends,I can’t help myself but like him as more than friends,he is kind,caring,compassionate and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. I think somehow,somewhere,someone put us together. I’m not a religious person,far from it. But I do believe in “soulmates” and I also believe in spirit guides. Maybe this is the way my life is supposed to go. Yeah I’ve been through a lot,to much if I’m honest. But maybe meeting and working with Marcus is the best thing that will ever happen to me,he certainly restored my faith in men.

I’ve been going to therapy for around 3 weeks now,my therapist being a very wise mid to late 50s woman,who has also gone through abuse.she tells me I am very strong and have a heart of gold. And that I need to heal before I get into another relationship. She has told me a lot of methods and books I can read,I’ve read more in the last few weeks than I have in my entire life.

Marcus is interested too,I lent him one of my books and he came to work the next morning with tears in his eyes and said “if this is just a fraction of what you went through then you are the strongest person I’ve ever known” and pulled me into a hug. Marcus is never shy to show his emotions,I like that about him. He is never shy of crying at a movie or a good song,he is never shy of telling me how HE feels. It has come up in conversation once or twice how he “thinks the world of me” and I’m “the most powerful beautiful woman he’s ever met” it normally comes out on the nights I’m crying into his shoulder because I think it’s all my fault. “Darling,one day you will know how it feels to be loved by a proper man,a man who will do anything for you because you deserve everything” he will whisper into my ear,he knows I am not ready for a relationship yet,he actually encourages I heal first,just like he did with Lisbon. But feelings are feelings and we both know that our feelings towards each other are more than platonic at this point. Small touches and eye contact kinda give it away,I just wish I wasn’t so fucked in the head that I could act on those feelings.

Later that day

Marcus comes over for our weekly movie night and we start the night off like we usually do,getting takeout. I’ve started to feel more insecure about eating around Marcus recently because of my feelings for him. I’m a bigger girl and all through out my life I was told I’m “fat” and “shouldn’t be eating that” the take way is ordered and it comes in no time,we get the pizza and sourdough out of the boxes and sit down on the sofa. “You can eat around me ya know,I think your body is beautiful,I don’t care what society thinks” Marcus softly says. “I know…it’s just all through out my life people have told me I shouldn’t eat certain “fatty” foods because I’m already fat enough” I sigh.

“Well fuck them,eat what you fucking want. It’s your life not theirs.” He says softly then chuckles.

“You think I’m beautiful?” I shyly say.

“I know you are” he says and leans in closer to me.

Ya know how I said I love how Marcus speaks his mind? That is what I mean,he isn’t afraid to say something “controversial” he also isn’t afraid to admit something is off with himself or if something is off with me he will be the first person to notice. He’s just so god damn perfect.

I sigh deeply.

“What’s up” he says after finishing his pizza “pizza put you in a food coma?” He chuckles.

“No no,I’m fine! just…thinking”

“Penny for thoughts? Or do you want to be left alone for a bit?”

Prang there goes my heart strings again,god fucking damnit.

“Could we just cuddle for a bit? Could use the grounding?” I say softly.

“Sure thing hunny,come ‘ere” Marcus pats his chest.

We stay cuddled for around half an hour,to be honest I’m far from relaxed I’ve been rehearsing a fucking speech for the past hour,of how I’m going to admit my feelings to Marcus,how I’m going to go about it.

“You sure you ok? You are very quiet today” Marcus strokes my hair gently.

Fuck it I’m gonna tell him,what could possibly go wrong?

“Marcus,can we talk?” I say shyly.

“Yeah of course what’s up hun?” He lifts his head up slightly and pauses the movie on the screen.

I take a deep breath,”this has been bubbling for a while now,but I like you.more than just friends,you make me feel safe,protected…happy again,you’ve help me through the toughest times of my life…you’ve helped me heal. I never thought I would trust anyone with my heart again but you came into my life with your charm and kindness and swept me off my feet. I think I’m ready to take my healing journey to the next step,to be in a relationship again,and I want it to be with you”.

Marcus looks shocked but happy,he puts his finger on my cheek and wipes the tears,”oh darling I’m so proud of you, you already know how much I think of you,how beautiful I think you are. And how I want to spend the rest of my life proving how real love should be. But for you to say those words,I’m so fucking proud of you. I know how much it took for you to say those words,and how much it even took for you to admit you had feelings for someone again. We can take this as slow as you want,your in control here,we will do this at your pace. And I mean everything,sex,kissing,going out in public,everything is your pace I promise”. He holds my face in his hands before pulling me into a hug,I can’t help but breakdown a little. This is the safest I’ve ever felt,in years…maybe even in my life,and it’s all thanks to Marcus.”don’t cry baby,you’ll get me going” Marcus soothes me gently by rubbing my back. “There happy tears,I’ve never felt so happy and safe with anyone” I say wiping my tears.” “Is it ok if I kiss you,I really want to kiss you” “I want you to kiss me Marcus,I’ve dreamt of kissing you for the last 8 months,when I was with Jake, and he would kiss me,I imagined it was you,even though you are nothing like Jake…obviously,I’m rambling just kiss me” I laugh softly. The moment his lips meet mine it is like a million fireworks,his lips are so soft and plump,like they were made for me. They mold into mine so easily,the softness of his lips and the slight roughness of his stuble,it all feels so amazing,it feels natural to kiss him. Like we have been together all along,our skins rubbing against each other as we kiss.

When we finally break the kiss,the look on both our faces is pure bliss,”so your saying…all them years I’ve been in bad relationship after bad relationship you were here all this fuckin time,waiting for me?” I chuckle softly. “That’s how the world works darlin” he laughs and cups my face in his hand “your an amazing kisser,I can’t believe I didn’t kiss you sooner” he chuckles

“You and me both,I wish I found you when I moved over here. Not stayed with that abusive dickhead for another 5 years.” I sigh softly “you make me feel so alive Marcus”

We have a deep chat about how our relationship is going to go for the next 4 hours before heading to bed.

“Can you…sleep with me tonight, I know you normally sleep on the couch but…I want to be close to you” I say shyly.

“Of course hunny,I couldn’t think of anything more perfect” Marcus whispers.

We sleep in each others arms all night.

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You're My Home (Part 3)

Pairing:Teresa x female reader

Summary:Despite being given the chance to make something of yourself you don't see the point of going on.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair. Teresa had found the cure. She had the way of saving the world right in her hands. She had the answers that people were starting to doubt would ever exist. She had the way this could have been stopped years ago.

And she gave it all up. She had given it all up for Thomas. For the boy who left. For the boy who hadn't been on her side. For the boy who hadn't understood her. For the boy who never knew who she actually was. For the boy who never realized how selfless she actually is. For the boy who hadn't made her feel what you did.

Thomas. She had given it up for Thomas.

She had helped with his gunshot as you were distracting Janson. She had been carrying him to the roof as you were waiting for them so you could somehow find safety.

Though if you were honest, you had actually been waiting for her. Despite the flames surrounding you, all you could bare to think about was Teresa.

You were near the edge of the roof looking out. You knew there was no point in doing anything else. You had just stood there while the star crossed lovers cried, accepting the others embrace.

Then, you saw it. The Berg. You saw your way out. To freedom. To hope. To normalcy. To a better life. To everything you had dreamed of.

As you turned around to tell them though, you saw it. Teresa with her lips pressed against Thomas's with a passion that seemed to be radiating off of their very souls as tears streamed down their faces during their kiss.

You had watched them as your heart broke in your chest and your breath being stolen. In just a few seconds you had lost the only person you could call home all over again. Just as you had thought love could be real, you were proven that it was.

It just wasn't meant for you.

Teresa stared at you, her hand outreached as tears picked her eyes. As you stood still, not accepting any of the help or chance of life, she swore she could feel something being ripped away from her, as if you held parts of her flesh and bones.

"Please?"She begged, being so close to the edge that she could feel the fire reaching for her arms. Not that she cared. All she wanted was you. All she ever wanted was you, safe, with her forever. A life full of love and happiness. A life worth living.

Not a life with Thomas. He could never truly give her that, and she knew that if she accepted his love she would be settling. And Teresa does not settle, and she will not start today. It's either you or nobody.

You didn't want this anymore. Every day you just felt more and more unworthy of anything good. You had spent years isolating yourself to find the cure that would have saved your family. Then, Teresa did, and while you were more than happy about that, it was gone. Even if it wasn't, there would soon be nobody left to give it to. Everything you knew would be ruined. Even those city lights Teresa made you see the beauty in would be no more.

You didn't think she felt the same though. It didn't cross your mind that the fear of death and emotions of seeing someone who brought pain and love overwhelmed to the point where kissing Thomas seemed logical. All you saw was that she had kissed him in a way you didn't think she could ever kiss you.

Looking up at her, you managed to give the girl you love a small smile as tears streaked down your cheeks. Realizing exactly what you were doing, she attempted to make you give in and grab you by force, not caring or even thinking about the burns she would get.

It was too late though. The second her hands that had shown you softness touched the flames the building collapsed, sending you with it.

Watching the one person who truly understood her willingly die, she broke down in tears. Seeing the way you looked up between her and the stars you had missed, the smile and tears still etched onto your face, it all hit her.

You were her only reason to stay. If she went back to the Safe Haven, she would never fully be trusted to not put the world first again. She would never be truly forgiven for the blood people kept saying was on her hands. She would never have someone who knew her pain and how to make it okay again.

She wouldn't have you. She wouldn't have a home, and without a home what was the point of even being alive?

As she tried to fall into the fire with you, Minho pulled her back. Screaming and crying and pleading to be allowed to be with the girl who means everything, she felt something else break. Something that could never, ever, ever be fixed.

Because the only person that would have been able to fix it was you.

[munsonownsmyass]

Anything for you

Marcus Pike x reader

Summary: Whenever Marcus calls, you always give him what he wants.

Warnings: Heavy angst, kissing, unrequitted love, blowjob (m receiving), penetrative sex.

Author’s note: I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened. This took a life of it’s own and I’m sorry for my man Marcus. 

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Standing outside Marcus’ door, you sigh heavily before knocking, shifting awkwardly in the hallway. You didn’t need to knock, you knew you would always be welcome. But it gives you time to think before he opens the door. Marcus had texted you for the first time in two weeks, asking you to come over. You both knew what it really meant.

Marcus opens the door, still in his suit, loosing his tie as he shoots you a smile.

“Hi Honey. You look beautiful as always.” He purrs, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, before pulling you into his apartment.

You loved it and you hated yourself for it. It was never enough, but it was all you were gonna get. Marcus’ girlfriend had dumped him a few months ago, some darkhaired, green-eyes beauty named Teresa. She had dumped him, broken their engagement, and he had mourned the loss with lots of whiskey. Like the good friend you were, having known Marcus for years, you had sat there with your arm around him while he had cried and gotten wasted. You had sat there, listening to him pouring his heart out. You had sat there beside him, back against the couch, while Marcus leaned into you, his mouth colliding messily with yours.

You had sat there afterwards, sore yet with your heart fluttering wildly in your chest, wondering if Marcus would remember it in the morning. Because you knew you would, having been in love with Marcus for years. The night repeated itself again and again, turned into a routine of sorts. If one of you had a bad day, a bad case or just… a bad something, you would seek comfort in each other with rough kisses and the best sex you’ve ever had in your life.

Still, you came tonight. You know what will happen and even though you’d leave a little more broken, you were okay with that.

Whenever Marcus wanted you, you were there. Always there like a dog being called by its master because you loved him so much. How could you say no? You needed it, needed him. Marcus closes the door behind you backing you up against the wall and for a moment you feel his breath against your mouth, before crashing his lips to yours, his tongue begging for entry, as his warm hand pushes up under your shirt. People have lots of visions of paradise, yet this was yours. Here, in Marcus’ embrace.

You know that Marcus doesn’t love you. You were close, best friends, but you feared that it was all you’d ever gonna be. You had given him exactly what he wanted at the expense of your own heart. Were you a good friend? Or a bad one? You no longer cared.

Your clothes discarded to the floor, his hands roam your body. Marcus is desperate tonight, so needy. It was so stupid, so wrong. It was the same dance as always. You never stayed over, never slept here. You never talked about it, not once, despite how caring Marcus was. He was the sweetest guy you know, but this was one thing you couldn’t talk about.

So he would never know how much you wanted to curl up with him afterwards. How desperately you craved be called his. Just to get home to him every day and plant soft kisses on his perfect lips. But he could never know. That would shatter the illusion Marcus had. That you were no more than friends with benefits. Meaningless sex to get through your days.

Too weak to resist anymore, you turn him around, pushing him against the wall. You fall to your knees in front of him, fingers eagerly pulling at his zipper. When you free his aching cock, he moans, calling you a good girl. But never his good girl. Marcus’s back is against the wall, his dick in your mouth. For each movement of his hips, for every swirl of your tongue around his shaft, Marcus’s fingers grip your hair tighter, making the most amazing sounds.

Marcus pushes into your mouth, deeper, harder. For every thrust, his moans louder, the sound mixing with the lewd noises from your wet warm mouth. He is relentless, fucking down your throat as you whimper around him.

Pulling you with him into the darkness of his bedroom, the last clothes scattered on the floor, he tells you how good you make him feel. How much he loves to fuck you. But never says the words you so desperately need.

Laying on your back, you're clutching the sheets as Marcus enters you in one hard thrust. You’re so used to each other, so familiar. Marcus hits that sweet spot in you, making you gasp and shiver as you see stars. This might be meaningless, but it is also perfect. One day you would get angry. One day you would demand more. But for now, for a moment, you’re his. And that’s enough.

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currently in a spicy mood, rn. so, enjoy this wonderful short of singer reader x bodyguard aemond.

when he first had the job of guarding her, he was initially quite wary. he thought that she'd be an extremely spoiled diva. but, on the contrary, she was surprisingly quite kind. maybe, it was because she spent some time as a music professor and after-school teacher, which made her become so incredibly down-to-earth.

he watched her in the corner, admiring her extremely beautiful voice. he admired her preference to focus more on her talents than those pretty costumes, like his older half-sister would. being classically trained meant that she had the discipline and incredible skills to belt out songs that almost sounded as if she was in another stratosphere. unlike his older half sister, rhaenyra, who was a spoiled and entitled nepo baby whose daddy bought the first 50,000 albums of her debut in order for her to chart while abandoning aegon's career, reader decided to build her career bit by bit. she knew of the trappings of this industry. especially, when she is not a white woman. so, she initially hid her face when she sang and played her piano and violin on tiktok and instagram. soon, her talents went viral, leading her to receive record deals.

she pitched herself as someone who is a crossover of adele and teresa teng (one of taiwan's most famous singers with an extremely beautiful voice, who almost sounded as if she was crying), which led her to become such an attractive talent. like her fans, he soon became incredibly bewitched. her voice. her pianistic skills. her violin skills. the fact that she sang in multiple languages, which led her to grow out of the shadow of his older half-sister, rhaenyra. the fact that she was also an incredibly smart and savvy business woman, which led her to survive the incredibly cut-throat and racist music industry, made her a much more attractive woman as well.

her talents quickly put rhaenyra to shame, who once tried to sue her for plagiarism. but the judge laughed at her and said that, "there is no way that she plagiarised rhaenyra's songs, especially with that kind of vocal talent". it did put a crack on her career but, soon, the news of daemon's murder of his first wife and what happened to aemond led to an intense public backlash, as well as people finally destroying whatever rose-tinted glasses they had on rhaenyra, lead to the downfall of her career. soon, the two of them grew closer.

finally, one night, the two of them were alone. they felt each other's breaths fanning. they felt each other's body head.

as if there was an invisible string on his fingers, he reached up to tuck a strand on her face. shock of the greatest kind went through her. before she could say anything else, aemond kissed her. he thought about the days when she comforted him when he had pains on his left cheek. the way she listened to his anger. let him cry on her shoulder as he sobbed about the day when his father chose to turn a blind eye on his injury. the way she understood his pain, as she had plenty of people turning their backs on her when she was a child due to racism.

he drank her insistently and he refused to let her go, as he held her tighter. finally, the moment they both needed air, they pulled away. aemond noted the way her lips were swollen and her dazed look by his kiss. he then turned her around and covered his hand against her mouth.

"now, be a good girl and keep it in, would you?" he whispered huskily against her ear, as he slipped a finger inside her undergarment. it soon became soaking wet.

"you like it, do you, sweetheart?" he whispered huskily against her ear. she swallowed and nodded, as she continued to squirm and moan. how he loved it. to see her under his control. right before she cried out her pleasure, he then pulled away from her. no doubt, she would be feeling incredibly empty, as she moaned in disappointment. he then unclipped her bra and slipped his hands underneath her silk dress. he felt the weight of her soft breasts under his hands, as he flicked her nipples with his thumbs.

"oh god! aemond!" she cried, as he squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. she then rocked on his thigh, while he pressed his hard chest against her back.

"ride me, darling! don't be ashamed!"

and she continued to chase her highs on his thigh until she cried out her pleasure.

of course, aemond was incredibly insatiable. he refused to let her go in her bedroom. he watched her incredibly flushed face, as she fluttered her eyes shut in the dark, while he held his wrists above her head, with her heavy breasts heaving and nipples peaking, begging for his attention. nestled between her soft breasts was the sapphire necklace that he gave her on her birthday. it suited her wonderfully soft skin.

"oh god, my darling, you are so beautiful," he whispered, as he trembled above her.

wet drops could then be felt on her cheeks that was not her own.

"aemond," she whispered, reaching out to kiss his lips again and wipe away his tears.

"oh darling," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him, as she pushed up her hips to make sure that he was properly nestled inside her.

"shh. shh. shh," she whispered, as she kissed his chest. he then moved inside her, with her hips bucking with him.

soon, they cried their songs together, before climaxing to their choruses and cry out their pleasures together. she then felt his seed inside her, as she tucked her head underneath his chin.

I HAVE NO WORDS WHAT 😳😳😳😳

[the-fiction-witch]

Lets Play

Media - The Maze Runner Series AU Characters - Newt Couples - Newt X Reader / Thomas X Teresa / Minho X Harriet / Gally x Brenda Rating - 18 + death / abuse / blood / cheating / fire / burning/ Saw movie Word Count - 4202

When I woke I felt dizzy and disorientated, my body felt sticky and strange. The last thing I remember was... curling up in bed with Newt. But nothing about this feels right. Slowly I push myself up and let my eyes clear but nothing but darkness surrounds me.

"Hello? Anyone there?" I called out,

"Y/n!" The voice of Teresa calls out,

"Teresa! Where are you!"

"I don't know!"

"Here! Follow my voice, follow the sound," I told her,

"I- I can't reach you there's like a gate or something!"

I got to my feet and tried to walk but in any direction I moved I found only wire mesh, "Where are we?"

"I don't know, I was trying to feel around but I have no idea." She answered,

"Teresa! Y/n! Is that you!" Harriet called out,

"Yes! Yes Harriet we're here!" Teresa yelled back,

"What's going on!" She asked,

"We don't know, what's the last thing you remember?" I asked,

"Just- just going to bed with Minho," Harriet answered,

"That's all I remember either just going to bed with Thomas," Teresa answered,

"Same, I just remember going to bed with Newt," I answered,

"This has to be some prank right, some stupid prank the boys are pulling!" Harriet suggested,

"No. The boys are dumb but they wouldn't do something like this, I know Newt wouldn't," I answered,

"Y/n!" Newt called out,

"Newt!" I screamed, "Newt where are you!"

"I'm here, I'm here sweetie. I can hear you but I can't see you."

"I can hear you, just follow my voice please!" I begged trying to follow his voice but still, all I found was this chicken wire,

"I can't! I can't there's something between us, like a fence!" He explained,

"Newt!" Minho's voice yelled out,

"Minho!" Harriet yelled,

"Harriet! Harriet where are you, honey!" Minho yelled the only sound was the clanking of a metal gate,

"What the hell is going on!" Teresa screamed,

Suddenly light was enough to burn my eyes, but it released where we were. We were inside a dirty old warehouse, eight cells no larger than a few feet square made of chicken wire and metal pipes each one held one of us, with enough space between no one could reach one another. A long corridor down the centre, four cells on each side, one side had us girls, the other the boys. Newt was across from me and the moment he saw me he began gripping and fighting with the fence to try and reach me.

"What's going on... what is this place?" I began to cry,

"Thomas!" Teresa screamed, as across from her Thomas was still asleep, "Thomas wake up!"

"Wake up thomas!" We all started shouting in his direction,

Slowly he got to his feet groggy and shaken up as we all were, I looked closer and saw the last two cells, where Gally and Brenda lay, we all shouted and screamed their names, and finally after what felt like an hour of shouting they both got to their feet.

"Where the fuck are we," Gally asked,

"No one knows. all anyone remembers is going to bed like any other day," Newt answered,

"Then how do we get out of here!" Teresa cried,

"Welcome... to the games..." A voice echoed, this hellish voice from above, a voice we all knew. The voice from the news, 'The Game Master'

"Let us out of here!" Minho yelled,

"All-in-time players." The voice said, "But let's explain the terms and conditions."

"Everyone shut the fuck up and listen." Brenda demanded, "Or it's all of our heads... literally."

"From this moment on, everything you say. Everything you do. It is being broadcast nationwide, so let's introduce the public." They explained, "Welcome to the games. As all of you know I am The Game Master... For this month's game I have taken a theme to heart for this celebration of love... let's meet our contestants." They explained,

Immediately flood lights lit Gally and Brenda's cells,

"Gally Warren And Brenda Smith, just having celebrated two months of dating together."

The floodlights moved to Minho and Harriet,

"Minho Lauren and Harriet Renly, three years of dating,"

The floodlights moved to Tresea and Thomas' cells,

"Thomas Peters And Teresa Anges, Freshly engaged congratulations."

"Let us out you psycho!" Thomas yelled,

Finally, the floodlights came to Newt and I's cells,

"Isaac and Y/n Newton, Five whole years married, quiet the competitors" They explained, "The Games are simple, One couple lives. The others shall die. We'll see how strong your love really is... " They explained, "There are Three rooms each one will require a price to make it to the next room and I promise the winning couple will be set free to the waiting arms of law enforcement... So. Let's begin."

Everyone began to scream, to cry, to panic, but Newt met my eyes and we spoke a thousand words to each other this understanding between us as he glanced at my stomach, we had to get out of here... no matter what it takes and with tears in my eyes I nodded.

"The first game, I like to call the love tester... and it's all about trust,"

Suddenly a machine ran down the gap between the middle of the cells,

"The rules are simple, the tester will pick a couple at random. When it comes to you, you must place your hand on the tester to set your lover free."

"That's it? That's all we have to do?" Minho asked,

"All things come with a price. Good Luck." They answered,

The machine whirred as it speeded up and down the track between the cells before suddenly it stopped in front of Thomas and Teresa,

"Yes! Yes please please thomas get me out of here!" She begged him,

"Okay," He nodded his hand shaking as he slowly put his hand through the hole in the wire and gripped the handle, but the moment he did, a strap wrapped around his wrist keeping him in place, and he screamed out as a needle was forced into his wrist draining a needle full of his blood.

Everyone screamed out in panic until it let him go and a green light appeared above Teresa's cell. "Ohh fuck that hurt... that hurt..." He gasped,

"I- I don't -" Teresa began,

"You have to! please!" Thomas begged her,

She nodded as the machine changed to a new needle and even if she cried she let the machine take her blood.

"Congratulations. You both make it to the next round."

Their cells opened and they both quickly ran to each other and bolted into the next room,

"Let's see who's next then..."

The machine moved back and forth once more making us wait in fear before it stopped before Minho and Harriet.

"Let's get the fuck out of here honey," He told her as the machine changed needles and he quickly let it take his blood even if he grunted through it, Harriet did the same screaming as it took her blood.

"Very fast and simple we love it," They said as their cells opened too,

I held my breath we would be next fearful we may have lost before we even had a chance, but it stopped at Gally and Brenda with a new needle,

"Okay. Okay, no problem." Brenda said nodding nervously as she happily let it take her blood turning Gally's cell green, "Okay. Your turn."

But Gally Hesistated.

"Gally... Gally... you..." she begged holding her arm,

"I... I can't... Brenda, I'm sorry..."

"What!"

"Gally you can't leave her!" I screamed at him,

"You what what you want! but my cell is open." Gally yelled, "Brenda I'm sorry..."

"You- You bastard!"

"We've been together two months! I don't wanna die for you... I don't wanna die... I'm sorry..."

"Noooooo please!" She begged,

"It seems he has made up his mind." They said,

The machine moved over and stopped in front of Newt and me with new needles,

"I love you." Newt nodded,

"I love you too." I nodded back and we both grabbed it at the same time, it pinned both our wrists down and I tried not to look, not to scream as it forced the needle into my wrist and took enough blood to make me dizzy As soon as it released us the cages opened,

Newt took me in his arms and held me tightly to his chest, I held him as tight as I could without hurting him,

"Please! Y/n! Newt! Please god help me!" Brenda begged,

"We're so sorry Brenda," I told her,

"We're so so sorry," Newt told her before we bolted for the door, standing with the others.

"Noooooooooooo please!" She screamed out,

Gally tried to open his cell but even if the light was green he couldn't open it, "What... what... no! No!"

"Both go. Or neither go." They explained,

"Bring it back! Bring it back I'll do it!" Gally explained,

"Your choice has been made, our first losers." They explained,

As they both screamed out begging for help the door slammed shut sealing them and their screams. Another door opened leading to another room,

We all slowly walked inside Newt kept me close in his arms as we walked into the room, with six platforms and handles.

"Each must stand on one platform, and both hands must touch the Handle." They explained as the door slammed shut behind us,

We knew we had no choice so Newt and I shared a kiss before we did as he said, Minho and Harriet, and Thomas and Teresa followed suit. Once we all had our hands on the handles they locked us in with cuffs unable to move away holding us in place at the ankles and the wrists.

"Lovely now this little test I like to call sink or swim. And it's all about the loving act of forgiveness." they explained, "Each will have to forgive and forget, or to punish. Let's start with Minho and Harriet."

A projector clicked on showing pictures on the dark wall, and their platforms jolted downward. As the first picture came up a car turned over and burning,

"Harriet, Minho took your car a few months into your dating. He was drunk and flipped the car, which you were then blamed for... do you forgive him?"

Minho's platform lowered slowly as it did it revealed a fire burning below already starting to singe his feet,

"Ahhh! Harriet! please!" He screamed

"Yes! Yes, of course, I forgive him!" she agreed,

And Minho's platform held still, keeping him close to the flames but not enough to burn him, and the picture changed to Harriet out dancing,

"Minho, Harriet stole one hundred dollars from your wallet while she was drunk, she found your wallet in her purse and proceeded to use all the money you had. Do you forgive her?"

Harriet's platform began to lower getting her closer and closer to the flames,

Minho was angry it was obvious on his face,

"Minho! Minho please I'm sorry! please!" She screamed as her ankles began to burn,

"Yes! I forgive her!" He yelled,

Both their platforms came to the top far from the flames.

"Congratulations." They said, "Now... Newt and Y/n..."

I gasped already terrified but I met eyes with Newt and we nodded to each other, but the picture changed and I wanted to cry as I saw Newt and the sweet orange tabby,

"Newt... When you first moved in together, you discovered Y/n had a cat allergy, meaning you had to try and rehome the tabby cat Mittens that you had raised since she was a kitten for over 18 years. But when the cat couldn't be rehomed due to its age... Y/n convinced you to take the cat to be put to sleep."

The platform began to lower, I tried desperately to move from the flames but I had no way of getting away from them

"Do you forgive her?" they asked,

"Newt... newt you know I didn't want to, I just wanted what was best for her please!" I begged,

"Of course I do!" He yelled,

My platform stopped even if it was hot enough to still hurt me,

"Of course I forgive her. I loved that cat of course I did... but if it was between my cat and Y/n... of course I pick her."

"Thank you Newt." I nodded,

"Y/n." They began and the picture changed again and my blood ran cold, "The weekend before your wedding, Newt and his friends went off to his bachelor party, and while intoxicated he received a lapdance from a very nice young lady, who he proceeded to make out with heavily"

"Y/n I..." he began,

"Do you forgive him?" They asked,

as Newt began to lower slowly towards the flames,

"You never told me about that..."

"I didn't think you wanted to hear it! Yes, I did it! and I'm so so sorry... I was black out, everyone was just forcing shots down my throat, I never meant to betray you, it never went any further than kissing! Y/n please!" He screamed as he got closer and closer, the flames lapping at his ankles, "I thought it was you! I swear to god I thought she was you! I was so blacked out! her hair was the same as yours, I thought she was you! Please, Y/n! I've never even thought of any other woman but you since I met you I promise you!"

"Yes!" I yelled out, "I forgive him..." I nodded through my tears, "I know it was a complicated situation... you've been in worse ones before and I know you haven't betrayed me. Then or now."

And we both moved back up,

"Thank you sweetie... thank you." He cooed,

The picture changed to one of Teresa's old wardrobe,

"Now Teresa... Thomas got himself deep into a debt after betting on football games, when he learnt he couldn't pay this debt he went to your wardrobe collected and pawned all of your designer bags, jewellery and clothes." They explained, "Do you forgive him?"

Thomas began to lower towards the flames,

"Teresa... I had to you know I had to..."

"There were thousands... thousands thomas... and you pawned it all." she cried,

"I know! They'd have taken the car if I didn't!"

"Oh yes, your precious car! so you keep your car and I lose everything!"

"It was some bags!" He yelled back "Teresa please!" He yelled as the flames lapped at his knees, "Please Teresa I'll do anything I'll buy you everything again! just please!" He screamed in pain,

"I forgive him!" She yelled out, "I forgive him... and you are never betting again."

"I know... I know..." he nodded,

"Thomas... You went on a work trip some months ago," They began and the picture changed to Teresa... with Gally, "While you were away, Gally came to look after the household with Teresa, to keep her company... and the two made sure to be comfortable as they made love in your bed."

Teresa began to lower and already she was screaming,

"You cheated on me!"

"It wasn't like that-"

"You cheated on me!" he screamed, "With Gally! My friend! I was out of town worried about you! and you fucked someone else while I was gone!"

"It wasn't like that he was sweet, and kind, and I was-"

"I don't care! You fucked him! You slept with another man!"

"Thomas please!" she screamed out in agony as she was lowered deeper and deeper into the flames, "THOMAS! PLEASE!!"

"Burn in fucking hell you bitch!" He yelled,

"TTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSS!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed out,

I did my best to look away as the platform fully dropped leaving her to scream and burn,

"I suppose some things can't be forgiven..." They explained, "But rules are rules... and if you can't forgive you shouldn't be forgiven," and immediately the platform thomas was on dropped sending him down into the flames where he screamed and burned,

The cuffs released and immediately Newt and I held each other tightly checking each other's burns as did Minho and Harriet.

The door opened so we all rushed into the next room, the door snapped shut and opened to the next room, this room was simpler with two walls with several holes,

"This is what I like to call the intimate test... each must stand on a platform and face their lover with the wall between them." They explained,

Slowly we did as we were told and I looked at Newt both of us in so much pain and tearful from the horrors we had been through,

"Now... think of this game as Simon says." They explained,

One of the holes lit up a bleep sounding as it did, with the word hands over it, it was just at our hand levels so Newt and I did as it said putting our hands through the wall to hold our hands together, I began to look at the other holes... and got... very worried.

Minho and Harriet did the same,

The next hole lit and another Bleep ... another hand, so Newt and I did as it asked connecting our other hands through the wall,

Minho and Harriet nervously did the same,

The next hole lit, another bleep and it said lips right in front of our faces, I felt a small chill but we did as it asked and connected our lips in a kiss,

Minho and Harriet took a few moments but slowly they did so too,

I got more and more nervous the longer we waited until we heard the bleep again, Newt pulled back to look around to see what had happened one of the hand holes had turned off and a hole far lower lit reading intimacy.

"No... no they can't be -" Harriet began,

"I think it is..." Minho sighed,

"Newt- newt I don't want to..." I cried,

"I know. I know... I know sweetie, but what choice do we have," he softly cried, and we slowly did as it asked separating one hand for Newt to pull himself out and for me to adjust myself until he slipped through the hole in the wall and inside me. It was horrifically mortifying but as he said... what choice did we have? The hand hole lit back up so we connected our hands again remaining in his state while...

Minho did it too after a while of convincing but Harriet wouldn't,

"Harriet come on!" Minho yelled, "Please!"

"I can't I'm sorry I'm so sorry I just can't."

"Harriet please just do it!" he screamed,

"A choice has been made." They explained,

and in one sharp sound, it happened, Minho screamed out in pain as a blade had come down the wall like a guillotine and sliced off his cock and Harriet's hands at the wrist, Minho screamed and fell to the ground, Harriet froze up for a few seconds looking at her wrists before she screamed,

"Run!" Newt demanded,

We quickly separated an within seconds of us moving back a blade shot down our own, that would have done the same to us if we hadn't been fast enough, Newt fixed himself and grabbed my hand the two of us bolting for the door to the next room, He held me in his arms and I held him tightly too as we gasped and cried in panic and shock as the door sealed silencing their screams,

"It's okay. It's okay it's over." Newt cooed,

The door opened to another room this one with a single scale and a table of blades,

"No... no no no." Newt panicked, "You said the last couple standing. You promised. The last couple gets to live. gets to walk out of here. You PROMISED US!"

"I did. But as you recall I said there were three rooms," they answered,

"Three rooms..." I gasped, "The first room wasn't a test... it was just a cage."

"There were always three tests... Gally and Brenda..." Newt gasped as he held me tight,

"Merely had to pay to start the game... shame," they explained,

"Fine... fine..." Newt cried, "What do we have to do to get out of here?"

"It's a simple one, a little test I call to measure up," they explained, "How much do you love each other, how much are you willing to show in hard measurements how much you love them? It's very easy... just put 6.4 pounds on the scale and you're free."

"Six... six point four..." I gasped clutching my stomach,

"No... no no please..." Newt begged, "She's - she's pregnant, you can't do this I'm begging you."

"I am well aware..." they smirked, "I suppose I should introduce our secret extra contestant, Little Baby Newton snuggly in mummy's tummy. But the game is the game, 6.4 pounds, on the scale before the timer runs out. Show how much you love each other that you are willing to carve out your first child. And if you don't the room will flood with carbon monoxide when the timer runs out. Best of luck."

A timer appeared with ten minutes, that was it,

"Nooo no no please Newt. not out baby please no..."

"No I won't. I swear to you I won't" He cooed, holding me close, "I swear I will not hurt our baby."

"...Then how will we fill it..." I began,

"I know a way..." Newt sighed, as he picked up a large meat cleaver, "He said police right outside... I just have to survive long enough before I go into shock."

"Can we trust him!"

"I don't know..." he sighed,

"Me. Do me. Take my arm- my leg whatever you need too!"

"No! I can't... I can't hurt you, you are weak enough already, and given your bump I can't carry you, sweetie..." He cried, "It has to be me."

"You can't Newt please," I begged,

"My ankle is already broken beyond repair... it'll be enough." He nodded, as he pulled off his shirt and sat on the floor as close to the door as he could, "When I do this, you have to be ready, you have to throw it in the scale and get me out before I go into shock. Okay?" He asked using his shirt to tie around his knee as a turnikit.

"Okay... how do you know this will work?"

"... I don't." He sighed, "Ready?"

"Ready." I nodded,

He nodded putting the end of his shirt in his mouth and quickly swung screaming out in pain tears in his eyes,

"You did good again quickly!" I told him,

He quickly did another swing getting further but he shook his head his hand shaking unable to do more,

I grabbed the cleaver and trembled watching the timer tick down, "I'm so sorry my love," I told him before I hacked as hard and as fast as I could trying to block out his screams of pain until his leg separated, I quickly grabbed it and brought it to the scale tossing it inside which luckily was just enough and the door opened,

"Quick thinking, thank you so much for playing. Our winners congratulations!" They spoke up,

"Come on Newt." I grabbed his arms doing my best to drag him out the door I screamed out as I dragged his bleeding body away down the corridor using every bit of strength I had to give him kisses and tell him I loved him in the hope he would stay conscious,

I forced open the door out into a cold grassy hill where this warehouse sat, I saw the lights of police in the distance as their cars grew closer, I held Newt in my arms doing everything I could,

"Stay with me, please please I know it hurts, I know but stay with me, don't close your eyes," I begged between tears,

"Y/n..." He softly stroked my cheek, "I ..love ...you..."

"I love you too," I told him, "Just stay with me please They are almost here."

"Take... take care... of our baby," he begged his eyes getting heavy,

"No, No no no! Please no!" I screamed, "No, we're gonna take care of our baby, both of us. Newt please!"

His eyes fluttered shut and I held him tightly to my chest screaming and crying as the police pulled up immediately bolting inside the building,

"Take him! Please! Please!" I screamed as an ambulance pulled up and immediately came and took Newt from my arms,

I got to my feet, tears in my eyes, blood all over me, my body burnt and bruised... as I walked slow steps towards the police and ambulance,

"Mrs Newton?" An office asked,

But I felt the hellish pain in my stomach and I knew what was happening as I clutched my stomach and screamed out as my body hit the floor,

"Mrs Newton!"

I stirred and shifted in the cheap hospital bed, the sounds of bustling beyond the door of my room,

"Hey sleepy head," Newt cooed softly,

I smiled as best I could as I turned to see him sitting in his wheelchair holding our sweet little baby girl in his arms, our bodies bandaged and repaired physically even if the scars mentally... would likely never heal,

"Hey," I cooed, "How are you?" I asked,

"Fine... my leg itches... which is really maddening given... I have no leg," He explained and I couldn't help but laugh a little, "but apparently that will go away, How are you?"

"I'm okay." I nodded, I opened my arms and he handed her over, "Hello my little lady,"

"Our little Lilly," he smiled kissing her head,

"Our sweet little Lilly," I cooed, "I love her so much,"

"I love her too," He nodded, "And I love you, more than anything"

"I love you too, more than anything else in this world," I cooed, holding his hand softly,

[sunnyie-eve]

22 || The Promise Though

Series: Trust | Maze Runner (Thomas x OFC)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

"Elizabeth!" They yell trying to keep up with me but I was too fast for them.

I run through the streets as fast as I could go. I was determined to get that serum and back to Newt on time. Nothing was going to slow me down. I couldn't lose my best friend. I don't know how I could go on losing Newt.

As I run I hear Teresa's voice over the intercom throughout the city saying Thomas is the cure. Soon I see everyone screaming for the serum. "The serum! Brenda! Give me the serum! Quickly!" I run up to her. "It's here." She rushes giving me one and I take off before anyone can say anything.

"Elizabeth!" I hear Brenda, Minho, Fry, and Gally yell my name following. I dodged all the shoots being fired around me running even faster to get to Thomas and Newt. "I'M COMING!" I scream as tears run down my face.

As I finally run up to Thomas and Newt, I stop in place seeing Newt not moving as he laid on the ground. "Thomas..." I cry causing him to look up at me as my heart breaks.

He just stares at me with his tears falling before getting up. I wanted to say something but no words would come out. The only thing that came out as I opened my mouth were my sobs getting louder.

"I'm sorry." He says before turning and walking off.

"N-new-newt..." My lip quivers as I walk over to his body falling to my knees. "N-n-n-no. Newt." I run my hand through his hair looking into his lifeless eyes.

I hear the others show up but I pay no attention to them as I cry to Newt, "I got the serum though. I ran as fast as I could." Fry places his hand on my shoulder only making me break down more as him and Minho start to cry.

"Please." I cry as Gally tries to pick me up but I won't let him so he bends down.

"We have to go." I hear his voice crack.

"We're supposed to be best friends forever. He promised. I didn't run fast enough." I cry to him as we stare at Newt.

"You ran as fast as you could. There's nothing else you could of done. But we have to go. Where did Thomas go?" Gally tries talking to me.

"He left... How could be just leave Newt here?" I reach to close Newts eyes then kiss his forehead.

Gally stands me up and we all go back to the rest. As we get to the others Vince pulls me into a hug, "I was worried about you. Where is Thomas? Newt?" Vince asks as he steps out of the hug.

"Thomas went back." Brenda tells him and we all stay quite about Newt.

Vince catches on seeing we all had tears in our eyes. "We can't leave without Thomas." I look Vince in the eye as we all get on.

"The city is burning down." Jorge looks back at us.

"The roofs is the only option to look for him and that's if he makes it." Vince looks at us.

"Then we look on the roofs for him." Gally tells them and we take off the ground flying about looking for him.

-

Teresa leads her and Thomas to the roof top since they had nowhere else to go. As they make it outside they just look at the building on fire not know what to do anymore since they couldn't go back in.

Thomas falls down due to the gunshot wound he had. Teresa holds him I'm her arms panicking, "You're gonna be okay." She cries trying to make him think positive as she takes the serum from her. "I'm sorry." She holds him.

"That's the last thing I said to Lizzie." Thomas thinks back to walking off leaving her alone with Newt's body. He wished he said more or did something since he thought he was about to die.

"It's not going to be that last thing either. Thomas, you're gonna see her again." Teresa gives him a smile hearing a Wicked aircraft get closer.

"I think I got him." Jorge shouts making everyone go look.

"Yeah, that's him. I'll get the hatch. Help me, Liz." Brenda rushes back and everyone follows her.

"I can't get any closer." Jorge tells the group trying to back up.

"Thomas!" They yell his name trying to reach out to him.

Elizabeth watches Teresa struggle to help Thomas up and come towards us.

"Come on!" Minho yells at them.

"Come on, Thomas!" Fry shouts trying to motivate him to move faster.

"Give me your hand!" Vince shouts at them with his arm out as far as he could reach.

"Get closer!" Teresa yells at them holding Thomas up.

"You gotta jump!" Elizabeth shouts as Gally holds her arm slightly to make sure she keeps her balance as she leans forward.

"You gotta get closer." Gally shouts back at Jorge.

An explosion makes the building next to Thomas and Teresa fall down making Teresa help Thomas back up.

"Come on, reach! Come on!" Minho reaches out for Thomas.

"Reach!" Vince yells making Teresa throw him to them and they grab Thomas pulling him up.

"Teresa! Come on!" Elizabeth shouts at her as Teresa looks back at the building beside them. Everyone watches the next building fall onto the one she was standing on.

"Teresa!" Thomas yells as she falls down.

The building slowly cave in behind her till it got closer to her. "No!" Thomas's screams while the rest were speechless watching the building fall to the ground.

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"Thomas, Thomas!" I see he was bleeding out making me pain. "Minho, put pressure on it." I cry to him and he holds his hands down on him. "Thomas, look at me. Stay with me." I grab his face and he just stares into my eyes before they close.

"Thomas, wake up. Come on. Wake up." I shake his lightly as Gally gets the wrap ready. "Please wake up. I can't lose you too." I cry as Brenda pulls me back holding me. "I can't lose him, Brenda. I already lost Newt." I cry as she pets my head.

"He's going to be okay, Liz. And I know, I know." She slight rocks me.

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"Don't cause any trouble or else because you know what happens." Randall pushes me in a room then slams the door behind me. "It's a girl." I hear a British boy speak up and I look over at him with two other boys who stare at me. Since I felt uncomfortable by they're looks, I just go sit in the corner of the room alone at a table.

As I start to draw a chair is pulled out as someone joins me. I glance up and we the boy who called me out when I walked in. "I'm Newt." He gives me a smile. "Elizabeth." I say quiet since I haven't met anyone in a long time. "I'm ten. How old are you?" He takes a paper starting to draw too. "Nine... My birthday is next month." I tell him. "When did you get here?" He makes conversation with me. "When I was five. My mom was a doctor here but she changed her views." I explain to him.

"What happens to her?" He asks making me sigh, "They fired her. She tried to take me with her but they dragged me away from her." I try not to get upset. "I'm sorry. My sister is here but they won't let me see her." He stops drawing. "I'm sorry too." I give him a sad smile. "Have you made any friends with the girls?" He asks and I shake my head no. "I haven't met any girls since I got here. I've only meet Thomas... he's my only friend... I hardly get to see. I'm sorta a troublemaker so I don't get to meet new kids or him."

"Well we can be friends too." He puts his hand out to me. "Really? Friends?" I look at his hand then him. "Yeah, we can be best friends." He laughs a little. "Wow, best friends." I laugh. "Yeah, best friends forever." He puts a pinky out so I take it with mine. "Promise?" I look him in the eyes. "Promise." He gives me a big smile and we lock it right.

"Minho, Alby, come meet Elizabeth. She's been here since she was five." He calls the other two boys over. "Hi Elizabeth. I'm Alby. I'm Minho." They give me a smile introducing themselves. "Hi." I give them a smile back. "Now you have two more friends, Ellie." Newt gives me a smile.