#i think my maze runner phase is coming back

[winterf4iryy]

i’m actually so happy i’m back in my kpop phase

[highhhfiveee]

mint (mike schmidt x reader)

*minor movie spoiler that isn’t a spoiler fr but kind of is*

tags: suggestiveness, swearing, fluff

oi. this is my first official piece of fanfic on tumblr and i'm excited but also super nervous. i never knew what characters i wanted to write for as most of my fandoms are obsolete tbh (teen wolf and maze runner, i'm looking at you 💔) but after watching the fnaf movie and falling in love with j hutch like i'm 14 again, i wanted to try to write for mike!

i'm sorry if this story sucks tbh. i wrote it pretty quickly, did not edit it in any way (watch for grammar and spelling errors!) and i'm still trying to establish characters and plot and do all this silly billy worldbuilding, but i'll get better! i'm also taking requests for both fluff and smut, so if y'all would like to send anything for me to write, i'll def accept! like i said in my last post, i think i'm gonna redo my tumblr layout so i can feel like a true fanfic/misc blog lmao so ignore its under construction phase ((: i hope y'all enjoy this though bc i've been thinking ab mike schmidt all night

i have sooo many ideas, but between last night and this morning, i’ve been thinking of abby’s babysitter!reader (bc fuck max).

you’ve been channel surfing in the living room since you put abby down, working with her to lock down a nightly routine. ideally, she’d bathe, eat dinner (god willingly), brush her teeth, and then you’d be able to get her to lay in bed and doze off. some nights, this required dessert.

“you just brushed your teeth though. it’s gonna taste gross.”

“not if it’s one of those mint chocolate things you always have.” you straighten up, eyes squinted at the child before you; she meant the small, sometimes melted, squares of Andes mint chocolate you always kept. they’d always been your favorite, a guilty pleasure in this fucked up world.

you hadn’t been babysitting abby for long, and you didn’t realize that she'd been watching you crush the chocolates like it was light work. they were easy to eat, and once you had one, you found out how easy it was to eat another one, and then another one, and then another one until there was a mountain of crinkled foil next to your phone and chocolate smeared on your face.

"please, y/n. just one," you didn't exactly know if it was a lie. abby was convincing, able to break you down with her eyes, pleading and puppy-dog like. "please."

you cave, leaning down to brush her hair back from her forehead and place a gentle kiss on the skin. with pursed lips, you whisper, "fine, but tomorrow night. i have to get some more."

abby does nothing but smile, eyes fluttering closed. you stay with her for a bit like you always do--watching the way her chest rises and falls, and how her features twitched with slumber. features scarily similar to mike's.

of course she'd look like mike. they were siblings, no shit, but the resemblance occupied your brain. there was sweet abby, with her colorful clothes and scribbled drawings and persuasive aura, and then there was mike.

you shake your head, giving abby another kiss before exiting her room. you didn't need to think about mike. he wasn't what you were here for. you'd come to abby's school as an aide and after she'd privately confided in you about her home life, you knew you had to help her. you would do anything for her, even if that meant taking care of her while suppressing the overwhelming school girl crush you had on her older brother.

mike was a bit older than you, which didn't scare you at all. guys in their early 20s were rarely mature, doing anything they could just to fuck; but guys in their late 20s, mike specifically, had only ever shown you couth, surprisingly.

for nearly two months, five mornings a week, the sound of the door being unlocked would ring out. you'd turn to see sunshine pouring into the living room, enveloping mike's brooding figure in a radiant golden glow.

he'd hang his coat on the wall hooks, drop his bag down to his feet, and give you a small but warm smile. you'd try to not to embarrass yourself as you two made small talk, packing up your things.

you always left unscathed, but recently it'd been hard. you were always thinking about him, dreaming about him even; how his hair would feel between your fingers, how his hands would feel on your face, how his face would feel between your thighs.

the thought is washed away, drowned out by the sound effects of a loud infomercial when the door opens, and you're turning and squinting against the wash of pale yellow on your face. mike steps forward with a, "hey, y/n" and you meekly raise your hand to wave.

he hangs his hoodie up to reveal his shoulder blades flexing under an uncharacteristically tight navy blue sweater. you can't help but stare.

"just wake up?" his voice is raspy, but he's still facing the wall, rummaging in his bag for something.

"um...yeah. brain's still turning on," you lie, tossing the thick blue blanket off your body. you didn't sleep at all, kept up with your thoughts and the last of your Andes mints (though you loved her, you couldn't give abby your last ones).

"hm," he mutters, finally turning to you but keeping his hands behind his back. something crinkles in them and you raise your eyebrow at the tired yet amused expression he takes with you. it's enough to make your body hot and you awkwardly pull at the collar of your shirt, fanning yourself off.

"hot?" the gravelly tone sends you into a giggling fit, shaking your head as you shoot to your feet. you have to leave before you do or say something you regret.

"uh, yeah, it was s-super hot under that...um...blanket. i shouldn't have worn sweatpants to s-sleep," you stutter, nodding your head along with mike as he steps closer to you. this couldn't be the moment something happens, right? it'd been so casual between you too, very friendly, and he'd never shown any signs of trying to do anything with you before. why would he choose right now, so spontaneously?

he stands before you, the slightest bit taller than you. you're able to see every pore, every freckle, every microscopic detail in his eyes and lips.

you open your mouth, hoping your heart doesn't fall out, to ask what's happening, when he reveals a bag of Andes mints, one bigger than you've ever seen.

your mouth stays open in surprise. "wh-"

"abby's been talking about them. i wondered where she found out about them but--" he nudges his head towards the coffee table, where a small mound of green wrappers lay. you swear under your breath, cursing yourself for not throwing them away like you usually do.

"i'm sorry," you whisper, blushing beyond measure as you begin to frantically pack your things. "i should be more careful with that stuff."

"god, y/n, you're saying it like it's coke," mike chuckles. he sets the bag down on the couch and reaches out to you, placing his hand on yours as you shove things into your tote. "hey."

his voice forces you to stop and look up. you melt under his stare just like you do with abby. the puppy-dog thing must run in the family.

"i feel bad about not being able to pay you yet, and i really appreciate all you're doing. abby told me that you loved those mints, so..."

"thank you, mike," you say over the sound of your pounding heart. you didn't care about the money, you didn't need it. being appreciated by someone who made your heartbeat resonate throughout your body was payment enough. "this is really sweet."

"thank you, y/n. you don't know how much this means to me." You scoff, throwing your tote over your shoulder and looking down at your feet.

"i'm always happy to help." you and mike stand facing each other for what feels like hours, the air as thick as molasses between you. his eyes were squinted, low and dark and intriguing.

you wished you could read his mind. what was he thinking? did his heart do the same thing as yours, wacking against his ribcage with no end in sight? did he stay up thinking about you when he was supposed to be sleeping, imagining how you felt, what you sounded like, how you tasted---

"see you later tonight?" his voice rocks you out of your trance. he's not thinking about you. he's tired, wondering when you'll leave so he can fall into his bed and doze off.

"yeah. tell abby i said i'll see her tonight." your smile is tight as you exit the house, cursing at yourself as you get into your car.

you didn't know how long you could go on like this.

ya, i know this sucks and it isn't really anything but we're gonna work our way through these fics and blurbs to really develop a cute relationship (,: i will still be writing other fics for mike, and possibly using another babysitter!reader in a different universe, but as for now, we're gonna be rocking with these two (: (thinking that we’ll label her as 🌱🍫!reader)

all notes are appreciated (: thanks for reading!

[kumcore]

[ 𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙀𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔 𝙍𝙀𝙌. ]

hellooo :^)

i'm kumcore, also known as kim. i am a f 18 roleplayer, i have been roleplaying for ... quite a few years now, so i would like to think of myself as an experienced roleplayer !!

i'm currently looking for partners who would be down to do a double up roleplay (i play a canon for you, and you play a canon for me!)

→ regarding the above text, i'm also okay with oc x oc roleplays. canon x canon is a different story; i don't really see the fun in doing them, but regardless, i'm open to doing so!

my pairings are fxm, mxm, or fxf ; i'm also down to down nb roleplays, as i have no problems with either !!

as for genres, i am open to doing romance with tropes that i am familiar with (and open to trying), however, i am aiming for a darker themed roleplay, preferably with mature themes as well (with research on how to respectfully execute them).

anywhoo, moving on!

i'm pretty active throughout the day, i am a college student — so, my responses may vary as the days go on. i will let you lnow beforehand if i am busy, or am going to be on hiatus for a few days, so don't worry !!

i expect ooc communication from my parents and (including) myself, i may be pretty shy at the start, but once we start to move things on with the roleplay ;; i can get pretty talkative and very comfortable!

for my responses, i do write in third person. i won't do first person, or any of the sorts, i just prefer third person. i also don't expect you to mirror my length, i do tend to go on a tangent while i write (mostly because i love small details) and thus resulting in longer responses — however, i can always match your responses !

if you're interested, don't be afraid to shoot me a message with the type of roleplay you'd like to do, and i'll get back to you !! i will list a few fandoms that i'm open to doing roleplays in, but i will say that my creepypasta phase is coming in (once again).. which means i'll be looking out for those the most.

— the hunger games

— harry potter (books/movies/games)

— creepypasta + any arg (literally begging rn)

— supernatural

— the maze runner (books/movies)

— forgot a few, but ask me if i know the fandom and i'll lyk !

discord is preferred, i won't roleplay on any other platforms. i'll exchange my discord once we've spoken about the roleplay.

also, nsfw is fine, just please be over eighteen. i won't do nsfw roleplays with anyone below, but i can most certainly do sfw roleplays with you. i will say that i do not want the roleplay to circulate around nsfw themes, mostly because i am interested in the story, not the whole schmitz of nsfw.

[brokenlotus]

It is now time for the fateful day I talk about Maze runner, so up ahead there WILL be spoilers for almost all the TMR books.

[THE FEVER CODE, THE CRANK PALACE, THE MAZE CUTTER SPOILERS ARE UP AHEAD]

Let's talk Keisha and Dante. I made a simplified version of this on Reddit, but I can't go any longer without fully writing my thoughts out.

Keisha and Dante both were supposed to be side characters, people that gave newt a final purpose in life. He said it himself that they had given him something to live for, to finish his days off by doing something good. They ended up being a lot more than just side characters and I think we all know it.

Let's start off with chronological order, so that I can try to make this post somewhat understandable lol.

- Newt escapes the berg outside Denver, and roams a "abandoned" neighborhood. This is where he meets Keisha and Dante. She informs him that they need to run immediately or they are gonna be taken somewhere unpleasant and all around gross and icky. Newt first struggles figuring out what is happening and why he should care but eventually gets the hang of it. Newt seems pretty out of it for someone who just made a major decsion in his life. He's just calmly sitting by a lamp post watching cranks roam the streets untill the munies come by looking for cranks. The three don't really get far before some immunes find them there, saying they need to check them for the flare virus. Keisha says they have the virus so don't even bother checking them. THIS IS IMPORTANT. Keisha doesn't want to be checked for the virus, infact immediately admits she has the virus in front of the person. All this to avoid being checked? Why? Becausse Keisha is more than likely immune to the virus and Dante probably is too. (Newt also mentions he had a feeling that Keisha was immune too near the end of the book) The guy tells them they need to take them away, to the pits obviously but he never directly says that. Keisha tries to get them to let them be and just walk away, far from Denver, but the immune resists. This is where Keisha shoots one of them and newt kills the other.

All of this reaction from Keisha about being checked and why? She's supposed to be infected, to have the virus eating away at her sanity like it is newt, and with a child the extra stress should be taking the absolute biggest tole ever. With dante, she should be taking every opportunity to try and escape the inevitable fate of the pits, but she isn't. She definitely isn't and infact is freely and immediately admitting she has the flare.

- Keisha doesn't ask many questions, infact she forbids newt from asking how her entire family died. She spends an entire half page telling newt to never ask her that question, and when he finally agrees we don't hear about that untill later in the book. This isn't anything major, this a truamtic event for the both of them and bringing up their past does no good. Keisha though never seemed not even once phased by the fact that Newts entire existence had just saved her and her son from death. She never questioned much who the 'she' was that the munie guards brought up. Maybe this was just part of her personality but Keisha knew everything without asking anything. She never was curious about newts past, but seemed to know enough about it to get her by. She didn't seem to care about the maze trials, or ever bring them up voluntarily. Newts past was supposed to be hidden from her but it felt more like she had just known the entire time, with also the forbidden past of her own that she eventually talked about. This section isn't as important as the first one but it's still worth while to note.

- newt came back from a odly truamtic stroll through the crank Palace only to find that Keisha was no where to be found. Only Dante remained and apperantly a note that he skipped over in his panic. He ran out of the house with Dante and found Keisha and demanded an explanation for why she not only left her child alone but stole newts belongings. She claims that she knew Dante would be safe with newt and that she had left his journal and knife but took everything else. She planned to sell everything, to bargain her way out of the crank Palace to find her daughter, jackie. Newt has no idea how she even knows this untill she holds out cellphone. Fully functional, still has a charge and she checks it whenever newts NOT around and felt the need to keep it hidden from newt. Newt has no idea how she has this phone, because in all the maze runner books, we have never EVER seen a single person with a cellphone. She claims it still has charge and that her brother (who was claimed to be dead, murdered by Keisha husband, along with her daughter) had texted her and said they had survived and given her their location.

This is incredibly important to Keisha's character, becauase HOW did she get that. Keisha is only late 20's - early 30's, which means she hasn't been alive long enough to know the world pre sun flares and the flare. The world's been damned for a long time, so how on earth had she managed to find this phone, keep it charged long enough and if she had randomly found it after her family died, how had her brother contacted her?

I'll get to the point since this post is already so incrediblely long.

I think Keisha was working for WICKED, Ava Paige keeps tabs on newt obviously. (Janson telling thomas about newt being in danger at Denver, her need to keep newt alive in the fever code despite the waste of resources and time it was when they had hundreds of immunes, and then munie guards and people talking about newt, almost spreading whispers and sharing facts about newt to the point he had a gang ready to murder for him, and then the wicked gaurds showing up to Keisha's meeting place and using the family to force newt to "record something" we never find out what this something is though) Keisha obviously was carefully guideing newt through the stages of this, showing him the way of the world, to keep him alive more than anything. I feel like in exchange for helping newt, Keisha was promised her family by Ava Paige. Keisha also learned something from this though, that newt was her savior, he had given her a chance at survival. Which would explain why she was so grateful for newt even though he really didn't do anything. (he also points this out himself) her secret wicked agreement staying hidden but her gratitude towards newt giving her this chance totally explained. I definitely think that if Keisha was tasked with keeping newt safe enough, and when she realized justbhiw much he was suffering, how much the flare was affecting him and how he was holding it all back for her and her children she realized that the motherly bond she had formed with him strung more than just a few tears. I think becausse of this, she let newt go on his own, to find something or someone to end everything that made him so miserable. She couldn't end his life on her own, and newt wouldn't have ever of asked that of her but against wickeds wishes she might have just let newt leave. Her reward for helping him was here and now the least she could for him was let him leave, and take a couple of pounds of weight of his already heavied shoulders.

Newts death wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't suoposed to die ( we know this from ava but also becausse newt is found to be the cure in the maze cutter) but Keisha had given him that chance to be free. Despite the pain that hit him from the swipe being removed and all, she had changed his Outlook on life, gave him the motherly love he missed and needed. His life was inherently better with Keisha and she did all she could for him. The mission wicked supposedly sent her on became less about her biological children and more about the one that she adopted along the way.

So could Keisha have been working for WICKED? Did WCKD give her the task, and the phone? Did she falter from her mission becauase she suddenly saw newt as her own child? And will we ever see her children in the other installations of the maze cutter

[f0reversharky]

jealous - Thomas

sorry for not posting for a while but im back into my maze runner phase since it came on netflix im getting the books tomorrow im so excited so be prepared for alot of maze runner fics

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I PAIRING: Thomas x Alexa

I SUMMARY: since Teresa came up into the box Thomas his attention has gone to her

I WARNINGS: insecurities, cursing, lemme know if i forgot something

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"damn girl who u gonna kill with that look" i heard fry say next to me, i turned my head to look at him with a small sigh "its just Thomas ever since Teresa came up into the box, the only thing he can do is look and talk to her" i said with a frown

i turned back to Teresa and Thomas seeing them laughing and sitting very close to each other "did u even tell Thomas that u lke him" fry said

"i mean no not really but he had to know the way i look and talk to him" i said with a shrug off my shoulders while i heard fry chuckled and shake his head "you know what stay here ill be right back" fry said

he got up and walked over to Thomas and Teresa, i tried grabbing fry in a panick but i was too slow and i quickly stood up from my place and walked over to minho and the other runners

i sat behind minho to kind of hide me from Thomas, ben turned to me confused and said "why are u hiding behind minho"

i quickly shushed him and pointed towards Fry,Teresa and Thomas

"i think fry is gonna tell Thomas that i like him" i whispered and i heard a chuckled behind me "damn right Alexa u have been head over heels for him its about time someone tells him" i heard newt's british accent from behind me

i turned around and glared at him "shuck you newt", newt just chuckled and sat next to minho "guess whos coming our way" i heard minho say and then i heard ben say "whatsup thomas"

"hi guys, i have a question have u guys seen Alexa maybe i need to talk to her" thomas said

i could practically feel newt and minho theyre smirkand they moved out of the way so i was visible, i quickly stood up "heyy thomas" i said awkwardly

"hey Alexa, could i talk to u please in private"

i sigh and nodded quietly and he lead me away from the bonfire near the homestead "uh what do u wanna talk about" i said nervously

thomas looked at me and then at my lips i looked away laughing nervously i felt thomas out his point finger under my chin so i would look back at him "Alexa may i kiss you" he whispered staring into my eyes

my eyes widen and i pulled away "But you like Teresa" Thomas chuckled and shook his head looking down "no i dont i have always liked u "

i raise my eyebrow "yeah and why was all ur attention on her then huh u barely even spoke a word to me thomas"

thomas frowned "i know and i feel bad okay he only reason why i spoke to her that much is because i have been getting visiond with her in theyre and she has the same

i hummed quietly "are u sure u dont like her, i mean the way u look at her u dont look at me like that" Thomas sighed "Alexa just shut up and let me kiss u, i dont like teresa and ur just to blind to see how i look at you"

i raised my eyebrow "excuse me is that how u talk to a women" i said jokingly but also kinda meaning it

"sorry ma'am, may i please kiss u now" thomas muttered and i chuckled and pulled him in a kiss laying my arms over his shoulders and playing with his hair softly while his hands laid on my waist

i felt thomas picking me up and my legs wrap around his waist, thomas started moving down his lips now onto my neck and i moaned softly

"oh shit" i heard someone say quickly realizing it was chuck and i gasped jumping down from thomas his waist "Chuck, u werent supposed to see that" i started saying but he ran away already

smilling and yelling "Alexa and Thomas where kissing"

i chuckled shook my head turning to thomas and he looked at me with a smile "thats it for tonight lets go to bed" i said and grabbed thomas his hand leading him to my hut

considering i am a girl i have my own hut alby and newt didnt trust a girl with atleast 50 boys

i laid on the small bed made by hay and thomas layed next to me wrapping his arms around my waist and he kissed my head

"goodnight baby"

i smiled and said goodnight, darkness quickly taking over my vision

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ITS NOT THAT LONG AND SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR A WHILE I DIDNT HAVE ANY MOTIVAITION

[bitch-bagel]

Had this really strange dream where my sister and I could see th\ese inter dimensional beings that could change shape and color that could phase through walls, and each lobe of the\m was a different color each lobe of it. The first time I saw them my sister and I were in our room (which looked exactly like how it did in real life) and it was my sister who pointed them out to me, they looked like balloons this first time. She told me ”watch out out. They are dangerous” as they were floating toward us and then started to come up underneath us through the floor. my sister told me to hold my breath to avoid getting carried away with them if I couldn’t out run them. They were only a danger if you could see them and the rest of my family couldn’t. Actually, I remember that before this part, the dream started out where I was playing a computer game that seemed real that was a lot like flappy bird but make it maze runner, where each time I made a mistake, I could carry on with the round but the tubes were harder to get through, I think this game was the way to defeat the beings. My sister made me shut it off when the inter dimensional things attacked again. Since we were able to outrun them this time (we biked to school — in this dream we were still in high school) but they followed us and then attacked each other. This time they didn’t look like balloons, they were changing shape, and this time they were planar so they were easier to dodge. Then my sister and I were back home and I remember biking on a road on a hillside cliff that looked a lot like the one in ponyo when ponyo leaves the ocean. Anyways. When we get back home my sister saw them again and I told them to go away, because they can listen to me apparently, which for a little bit they did and they started to fight something outside, so I gathered with my family in the hallway where we were deciding how to escape this time. Before I knew it my sister said “oh no, look down they’re coming through the floor again” and I got trapped in them and started to get carried away. When I was trapped, I couldn’t see anything but the one color of the lobe of the being that I was stuck in and the sensation of being carried upwards. I tried to leave the inside of the being and it started screaming. I started to beg and negotiate with the being, or at least in my mind I did, you can’t really talk to these things, but i still tried anyways. then I hear from the abyss “this is the first time I think I’ll ever be able to wake up” and then I was ripped to consciousness with the heart beating out of my chest.

[kitscutie]

I'll love you, forever and always.

you and thomas found each other when you arrived at the facility, only kids, continuing to grow up together that close bond turned into love, when it's your turn to go into the maze you're not ready to let each other go just yet.

word count;

pairing; thomas x fem!reader

warnings; extremely angsty but a lil cute

A/N; this was originally part of my thomas story on wattpad (@/Sucker4Stiles) but I never got round to finishing that story so i did some work on it and posted it here! very happy to be back in my maze runner phase :p

Thomas' eyes felt frozen on you in front of him, the same girl that in a few hours he wouldn't be able to see anymore. You wouldn't even remember him but he longed to have your pretty face embedded in his mind before you went away.

The beaded bracelet you made him hung from his right hand, swinging softly with every tap of his feet. Though when you had fallen asleep Thomas had promised to join you, he still hadn't. The anxiety of what was to come flaring his nerves severely and therefore not letting his eyes rest.

The silence was suddenly broken by heavy breaths and metal clanking against the cement floors of a wicked room but what could also be seen as a cell.

Thomas lifted himself off of the small wooden stool he sat on and instead sat next to his lover on the bed. His hand softly stroked the stray hairs on your head back into a more orderly fashion onto the mattress beside you, quietly shushing you back into the slumber you so desperately needed.

"Thomas?" The words were mumbled followed by Thomas' frown. His full, real name was only ever used when you were upset or scared, which you were both right now.

"Right here darlin'." He softly replied, trying to keep you calm before you remembered what was about to happen. He knew deep down that you already did, information like that didn't just fade with sleep.

You flipped over onto your back, eyes staring into his lovingly, tears already present. "Thought they might've taken me already." Sadness radiated off of a usually bright and bubbly person like you, but there was nothing either of you could do.

"I wouldn't let them take you without saying goodbye sweetheart, you know this." He sweetly smiled, hand still carefully brushing the hair away from your face.

"Don't think they'd give you a choice my love." You smiled up at him, a contradiction to your eyes which were still filled by tears. You sighed letting one fall as you began to make a list of everything you would miss about him.

The sweet pet names had been something you and Thomas always indulged in, even if it came with plenty of mocking from the other boys in Group A. You never knew, nor did Thomas, if he was apart of group A, having been taken away for an 'assignment' most days of the week but you were optimistic, as was he.

You had always been confused as to why you were the only girl in their group, seeing as Group B was filled with girls, you heavily sympathized with Aris who was the only boy in said group. None of you knew why there were in groups in the first place. Passing it off as an attempt a organization, but it soon came clear when Nick then Alby, Ben George, Newt, Minho, Alfie, Winston, Jeff then Gally, shortly followed by a couple others, and now it was your own turn.

Your soft palm reached up to caress his cheek. Your eyes darted all over his face as if you were memorising every piece of it, although you didn't need to. Yet.

"Stop crying, I'll remember you." You chuckled. So naïve Thomas thought. It was a poor attempt at lightening the mood. Even if technically your words weren't true, it was still a nice thought. "I'm going to keep this on." He said bringing the bracelet into your view.

She gave him a small nod that didn't convey much feeling but reassured Thomas non the less that it was appreciated. Silence once again settled between you both as your fingers delicately played with each other. "I'm gonna miss you. So much."

Words mumbled and eyes glossing over.

"You'll be okay baby." He said sweetly, his own eyes matching yours. "You're brave, I know you are."

"Glad to know you think so." You smirked, even when your mood was down in the dumps he could make you smile. The abrupt noise of the door that led to the rooms slamming against the wall cut off his retort. Your face completely dropped and your eyes widened, tears quickly coming into view. "They're coming for me." You said, voice wavering and sounding mumbled.

"It's ok." He reassured you gently taking the blanket from on top of you and pulling you into his arms as you began to sob and shake. "It's ok, you're ok." He kept repeating like a prayer hoping that if he repeated himself enough times, it would become the truth.

Finally the door to your room swung open and your sobs turned into gasping as you tried to breath, cry and push yourself further back onto the bottom bunk all at once. Thomas' hands wrapped around your waist lightly pushing his lover towards the guards, attempting to make this easier for everyone.

"Tommy please, I love you." You choked out trying to reach for his hands, instead he pulled your face towards his own placing a final kiss to your lips before the guards got you and the room went quiet as the door shut behind them.

He heard you screaming his name as the guards retreated down the halls, dragging you with them. He couldn't help but feel betrayed by him for you, guilt swallowing him whole as he pulled your blanket over his face, smelling your sweet perfume still embedded in the fabric.

He only hoped to see you again, whether that was on the screens he observed every day, or in the flesh where he could embrace you and say how much he loved you.

"I love you too baby, forever and always." He spoke out into the empty room. Finally letting the tears fall.

[liptonsbabe]

Arguments

Minho x reader

Summary: A new girl comes to the glade and Minho is by her side all the time (or at least you think so)

Word cunt: 485

Warnings: none

English not my mother language so please let me know if something’s wrong. Anyways, enjoy!

You realized that the arrival of the new girl puted the things upside down when your relationship with Minho started to boil down to a regular mess of shoutings and complainings. That day made no difference because you started an argument as soon as Minho came out of the maze. You didn't know how your conversations suddenly became so wild, but you had entered that phase of the relationship where you felt sick of each other.

Minho snorted because the situation had him tired.

"This is ridiculous" he said feeling annoyed. You sighed "Every day we fight about even more stupid things than the day before. I'm sick of it."

"Yeah, well, you're not the only one with the right to feel sick of this shit"

"I didn't say that"

"Yes, it has become clear to me that there are a lot of things that you’re not saying" Minho rolled his eyes.

"(Y/N), please"

"Please nothing!" You yelled at him. Minho took a couple of steps back ‘cause he was taken aback by the angry tone of voice you used "Do you think I don't realize that you're doing this for her?”

Minho's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe what were you saying and he put a hand to his chest in genuine indignation. His gesture softened after noticing how your eyes pearled with tears.

"What? babe, no. How...?" he was unable to finish his words feeling a sharp pain in his chest at the sight of his girl crying. You rubbed your eyes with your forearm.

"You think I don't notice the way you laugh whenever you're with her, the way you usually talk to her. You like her."

Minho's lips formed a perfect 'O' that he couldn't hide for too long. He was surprised because that confession was new to him.

But then he remembered that, in the last few days, he had been spending more time with the new girl than with you and he didn't realize that you felt displaced until you told him in that painful way. You cried, but Minho cupped your cheeks, wiping away the trace of your tears. You looked up at him, noticing a little smile on the runner's lips.

"God, honey, I can't believe you’ve thought that."

"It's just that you..."

"I'm an idiot, that's it. I didn't know you felt that way, honey, I'm sorry. It's just... Alby's been pushing me to figure something out soon in the maze and got me all stressed out. About the newbie... I was just trying to be nice, I didn't mean to make you jealous."

You frowned

"I wasn't jealous" This time, Minho allowed himself a laugh.

"Yes, you were, but that's okay, it shows me how much you love me" He grabbed your waist, holding you close to his chest "As much as I love you"

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stellars: 25

a/n: hiiii. omg i finally watched shang-chi and the ten rings, i LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! mcu phase 4 kicking off amazing!!! so excited for eternals and nwh and everything else. ANYWAYS,,,, back to the maze runner :D i really love this chapter, although i'm insecure about how i wrote mary, but i hope you guys like it. we saw so little of her character, so i tried to add as much of her as i could. she could be such a great mother to mars and the gladers.... i love mary. the one pure person in the whole collection of adults in the tmr series. i'm sad now. happy reading, babies!

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The tent they bring Brenda into is quite spacious, and Mars sees all sorts of medical equipment and boxes filling almost every corner of it. Stretchers round the make-shift walls, and Jorge helps Vince settle Brenda onto one of them. She's convulsing and still taking wheezes instead of breaths. If it weren't for the kind doctor's presence and calmness, Mars would have sure lost all her marbles just by watching Brenda struggle. 

She takes a seat by the table the woman sets up a few unpacked tools on, Thomas settles on the chair next to Mars' so the doctor can take his blood. “Stella, sterilise his vein with this, please,” the woman commands in her soft voice, handing Mars a small, wet piece of tissue. She doesn't register her foreign, real name being used at all. Stella. No wonder stellars felt familiar. Mars pauses a bit, but then doesn't hesitate to do as she's told. As softly as she can, she pats Thomas main vein with the the tissue, and then pulls back, looking at him. Such a strong connection passes through their eyes, and they feel it even more now, “thank you.” The doctor says. 

“My name is Mars now,” Mars informs her, as kindly and softly as she can while the doctor draws blood from Thomas' vein. Mars holds his other hand all the while, though the boy seems to not feel the momentary prick at all. The doctor glances at Mars and gives her a faltering smile, “my uh, my friends gave it to me. But you can still call me Stella, if you want.” She explains, a shy smile adorning her lips.

“You're just as shy as you were when you were little,” the woman says, “nice to meet you again, Mars.” She tells her and pulls the needle out of Thomas' vein. Mars immediately holds a cotton pillow to the small, open hole there and the doctor sticks a plaster over it. “My name is Mary. We used to work together a long time ago. That was… in the beginning, when we were lost.” She explains and begins the process of transferring Thomas' blood into Brenda's system, moving away from the table of medical tools beforehand. Mars helps Thomas get his sleeves back over his arm, and he thanks her silently. Their eyes lock again, and Mars leans her head onto his shoulder. He feels like home. “All we knew for sure was that... the younger you were, the stronger your chances.” Mary says.

“You worked for WICKED?” Thomas clarifies, and Mary nods as she comes back. Brenda has visibly and audibly calmed down, which only proves that Thomas' blood is effective, and can actually help those who are sick. Mars wonders why his blood exactly. What makes him different?

“Long time ago,” she answers, “we had the best intentions at first, trust me.” Mary sighs. “Find a cure, save the world.” 

“Sounds so easy,” Mars attempts to joke, and, to her surprise, Mary chuckles.

“Yeah, I bet it does,” she says, “it was clear you kids were the key, because you were immune. The question was why.” Mars sighs and looks at Thomas. The Maze. All the tests, all the experiments, puzzles. He nods, knowing what she's thinking. “Eventually, we found… some sort of answer.” Mary continues. “An enzyme produced by the brains of the immune.” Something clicks in Mars' brain and she realises that she understands what the word enzyme means, right off the bat, without a doubt. She doesn't know why. “Once separated from the bloodstream, it can serve as a powerful agent to slow the spread of the virus.”

“So you found a cure?” Thomas makes sure, his and Mars' mood turning brighter at the hope of a solution for all this. But Mary shakes her head, and Mars' shoulders visibly slump.

“That sacred enzyme can't be manufactured,” she explains her denial, “only harvested from the immune, the young. But that didn't stop WICKED.” Mars and Thomas share a look again, and Thomas' eyes gather with tears at the heavy memory of her in the WICKED compound, taken away and handled by the doctors. The tubes. Mars avoids his eyes, yet stays close to him, still leans on him. She rests her forehead on Thomas' shoulder, not wanting to see the anguish on his face or think about what caused it, and he looks at her like she's the most sacred thing in the world to him. And perhaps she is. Mary, still curious about the two kids as much as they are about her, notices this exchange. “Looks like you know what I'm talking about.”

Thomas looks at the woman, raising his head, and nods. “Mars was almost…” but he can't finish the sentence. Even his eyes and his whole face freezes over at the thought, at the memory. He shakes his head, and Mary's eyes grow sad looking at the girl curled into Thomas' side, the girl she knew so well all those years ago. She can't imagine her being a subject of harvest, but she'd expected her to become one at some point in time. WICKED wouldn't waste a single subject, especially not one of the bright ones. Not the brightest one. Mary takes a shaky breath.

“I would have… taken you with me,” she whispers as she still looks at Mars, and the girl raises her head up in slight confusion. She looks at the woman again and wipes her eyes dry, “I wanted to get you out--we planned to, we even tried, but…” Mary shakes her head, “something was wrong. You weren't where you were supposed to be when we came.”

“You got into the compound?” Thomas asks, and Mary nods hastily. Mars sits up straighter and listens even closer to Mary. She's a goldmine of intel. 

“We got a couple of kids out, and they're still with us now,” she tells the two, “but they hit us back pretty bad. And Stella--Mars--was nowhere to be found. I don't know where you where, and it terrified me.” Mary admits. She sits down on the other side of the medical table. She stares off ahead and shakes her head. “It tore me up, leaving you. I was going back for all the kids, but especially for you. And… you were gone. In the Maze already, or elsewhere… I have no idea. I felt so guilty.” 

Mars doesn't want her to feel that way. It's none of Mary's fault--what happened to her--even if she did work for WICKED for a while. “That's not your place to feel,” she assures the woman, and she looks at her. Mars holds the faintest hint of a smile on her lips, “the Mars mission failed--I don't know why, but I know that it did. And… they, uh, put me under manual memory loss or something like that. Thomas…” Mars looks at him and takes his hand in her own, “he kept me safe. For a while. But… eventually they, rather he, got me. Jansen. I guess that's where I was.” She looks at Mary again, and finds her scowling. 

“Rat Man.” Mary says and touches upon Mars' fragmented memories with those two words. Moments of silence, tense and sad silence, pass as Mary tries to gather words to say. “I'm sorry I couldn't get you out, Mars. I'm sorry for what happened to you. Both of you.” She looks at Thomas, too. “All of you.” She whispers. “But thank you for keeping her safe,” Mary tells Thomas, clasping a hand on his shoulder, “I know you must have done the best you could.”

Thomas offers her a torn smile, one given through tears, “should have done more.” He admits, and glances again at Mars. She shakes her head. 

“No,” Mary says, “WICKED always finds a way to intervene. They're like a disease themselves. Don't feel guilty, Thomas.” Mary sighs and stands up, beginning to gather her equipment laying on the table. Mars sniffles and still looks to the woman. 

“You said we worked together for a while,” she starts to say, making Mary glance towards her momentarily, “on what? Where? How long?” Mars' questions spill faster from her mouth than she can register. Her curiosity really is her weakness, and it's been proven many times now. She realises now why she finds herself behaving recklessly, and in questionable situations. She realises why Newt got so mad at her. But she pushes the thought of him to the back of her mind. 

Mary only chuckles airily at her questions. “We were both in the same department,” she says, “chemistry, biology, astronomy, physics--all that piled into one. Course, your department branched off when your mission was approved, but we still worked in one field, in one wing.” Mary smiles now as a memory clouds her eyes. “I remember when they brought you in. The sight of you made me want to cry--you were so broken. But the first thing you ever said to me...” Mary shakes her head, “you asked if, by any chance, they have pancakes for breakfast here anytime. And somehow, it made me both cry and laugh.” Mars smiles, too. “You were shy, always, but you also had tricks up your sleeve. A stubbornness that you two share, actually. And not just about pancakes.” Mary chuckles again. “An unease about being done wrong, about others being done wrong. About always fighting for something better.” 

Guess that's one thing she and Thomas have in common. Mars leans into Thomas again as she still looks at Mary, awaiting more stories, deeper explanation. She feels even closer to him now.

“Forgive me for saying this, but…” Mary shakes her head, “from that day on, you were like my own daughter. And I cared for you like a mother should have,” she looks right into Mars' eyes, “I don't know what happened to your parents, I'm sorry. But you… everything about you told me you needed someone who cared for you, tended to you like you deserved to. Everyone in WICKED was cold and, as Thomas once said himself, didn't know how to handle children.” Mary sighs. “And since you were the only child working in the physician-biology wing, I knew the environment wasn't exactly the friendliest. Eventually, I did grow to feel like I was your mother, and you - my child. Sorry if that makes you feel uncomfortable.” She gives Mars an apologetic smile, but the girl shakes her head.

“It doesn't,” she responds, “it just makes me feel kind of… sad, I guess.” She admits, wiping her tears. “For myself, my friends, my… my parents, who I never knew.” Mars shakes her head again, slower this time. “But it also makes me feel... appreciative. Thank you for everything you did for me.” She tells Mary, and the woman welcomes her into another hug, which Mars doesn't react stoically to now. She rises to her feet to be in level with Mary, and the two women embrace tightly. Mars feels like she's hugging someone very close to her, very close emotionally. And that feeling is most likely right. Mary doesn't look like a two-faced liar. She's not like WICKED at all. And Mars can't wait to know her more, spend more time with her, familiarise herself with Mary for the second time now. 

Thomas watches their heartfelt embrace and lets himself crack up into a sad smile. A puzzle piece has fit into Mars' mystery of a life, and she looks content. A person from her old life or the beginning of her real life has been reintroduced, and he couldn't be more happy for her. She looks more at peace than when she's sleeping, he deducts and only wishes that and more for her. Mars deserves it.

“Welcome back,” Mary tells her, making Mars tear up, “this will be your new home. I can't wait for us to build it together.” The woman pulls apart and smiles widely at glassy-eyed Mars. She nods at Mary's words, smiling through her diamond tears. “Now, go get warm clothes and something to eat. Both of you.” Mary looks at Thomas. “You deserve it.”

Thomas stands up. “I wanna talk to Brenda first,” he says, and Mary nods, not deeming that a bother. Mars promises to wait outside the tent for Thomas so they can go together, and he agrees. Thomas looks to Mary again before she leaves the tent, too, “how long will… my blood give her?” He questions quietly.

Mary shrugs. “It's different for everyone,” she answers, “a few months, maybe? But she'll always need more.” She says sadly, and Thomas nods, understanding, though a hollow look crosses his eyes. She will always need more of his blood, of that damned sacred enzyme. He huffs and walks towards the bed Brenda lays in. 

The outside welcomes Mars with the ever constant warmth of the sun, despite it slow setting into its bed, north winds blow past her ears now, and into her jacket. It can really get cold up in the mountains, huh, she thinks as she looks around herself. There's chatters and noises of people getting busy to her right, that's where she sees fireplaces, people huddling together, passing different things around, some of which look like plates of food. Mars spots Newt first, then Minho, and the rest of their small group at one of the fireplaces, a couple yards to her right. But she takes her eyes off her friends as she sits down on a log right in front of the medical tent. She promised Thomas she'd wait for him.

As she plops down onto the wood and watches Mary and Jorge pass through the tent doorway and past her, everything that the woman told her, combined with the few memories she has of her life, floods towards her like a river whose dam has been broken. She doesn't know why she has the urge to cry again, but she can't fight it. She also wants to smile and cheer and laugh and jump into the air with triumph. She feels such a wide spectrum of emotions, it's like she's feeling them all at once, in one instant. 

Someone cared for her in the WICKED compound, and Mars was actually working on a mission to go to Mars. And she had--or has?--a real name. Stella. Stellars makes sense now. How it didn't ring a bell back in the Glade - she doesn't know. The Wipe--what she suspects Mary called their memory loss--and other tamperings with her brain must be at fault. Mars wonders if she has a last name, as well. It'd be hard to find out now, most probably impossible. 

Although her curiosity is fed, Mars has more questions now, possibly more than she had before. But she's glad that her memories are true, now confirmed by another person they become facts. And yet there are still more puzzle pieces to find, more books, so to speak, to find and put in her shelf labelled 'my life' and read through until she has all the missing pieces of truth. Finding more about herself, about her life before the Glade, about her purpose and her role in all this sense and nonsense means the world to her. She wants more than anything to know everything about herself, about the mysterious ways of her brain, about her skills, about her knowledge. Perhaps even about where she comes from. Mary might just be the path to that.

Thomas emerges from the tent, stepping out into the fading light of the deadly sun. The orb shines right behind him, making his head have a halo of bright light around it from where Mars is sitting. Thomas gives his surroundings a scan as he sighs, and then his eyes land on Mars in front of him. He gives her a small yet true smile, the most genuine one she's seen on his face since they've met. She can see the weight on his shoulders, and she sees also part of that weight having been lifted or softened, at least. His life has not been easy, his friends' lives have not been easy. But they're about to be. 

Mars stands up. She smiles at him even wider, and, as she steps closer to Thomas, she sees that the sight of her, the idea of her, everything that surrounds her, moistens his eyes with tears to the point he can't take it and his face almost combusts. Thomas presses his lips together tightly and feels no shame in tearing up in front of her. He pulls Mars into him, wrapping his arms around her so tightly someone might think she'd slip away any second and he was trying to keep her with him.

Neither of them know whether it's finding and reaching the Right Arm, meeting Mary and hearing all that she knows, or the simple fact that they're both still alive, that makes them so appreciative of each other, that makes them want to cry and laugh and hug each other forever simultaneously. But they don't care for reason right now. Both feel as happy as they can remember ever feeling, and don't want to ruin that feeling with searching for its source. The feeling is good enough.

“I'm happy for you,” Thomas says after their moment of silence. It seemed quite necessary, and it wasn't one of tension. It was one of comfort, and of acknowledging and knowing each other's feelings. Thomas rubs his hand up and down her back, and it only provokes tears out of Mars' eyes, “so happy for you.” He repeats.

Mars knows what he means. Questions about herself have been answered, part of her past has been figured out. Thomas knows how much it means to her, because it means just as much to him, too. He'd give everything he has to find out, well, everything about himself and the people he worked with. And he still remembers Mars' arrival in the Glade, how she felt, how she reacted, how secluded she was, how lost she felt. At first, at least. He was the first person she opened up to. And he'll never take that for granted.

Mars pats his shoulder softly. “You'll have your answers, too,” she assures, “I mean, I don't want to jinx it, but… looks like we're finally with good people.” She admits. Thomas nods his head and squeezes Mars closer before pulling away, just to see her, to look at her. He still holds his hands on her sides, as she does at his, and they just look into each other's eyes for a while. So much is spoken between their orbs. More than they could say with words, it seems. The overprotective feeling in Thomas kicks in again, and neither of them can deny the connection they have with each other. It feels almost like a physical pull towards each other, between their hearts, their minds, like a magnet.

“They won't hurt us,” Thomas says, “they won't hurt you.” He assures adamantly, even shaking his head for effect. He's so sure of what he's saying, he's finally sure of his words. Before, everything and anything seemed doubtful, unsure, unknowable. But now… Thomas has a good feeling about these people. Mary, even stern Vince. And he has quite the experience with these instinctive feelings. They've gotten him and his friends far. “I think we can really trust them.” Thomas nods, and Mars does the same in response.

“You think so?” She just makes sure, and Thomas nods again. “I'll know to trust your feelings, then,” Mars says, “they've been accurate thus far.” She concludes, and the two chuckle. Mars lets go of Thomas, and he follows her movements, doing whatever makes her comfortable. “We should get some warm clothes. And food. It can get cold in the mountains.” Mars informs him and takes steps towards where the campfires are. Thomas smiles, thinking Mars the eighth wonder of the world, and walks by her side. They look towards the small groups of people and spot their friends by one of the campfires where adults are handing out trays of food. Looks like it's been cooked on the fire. Very survivalist.

“Sounds like you were an actual scientist,” Thomas tells Mars as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. But he nudges her elbow with his own. Mars faintly smiles and sighs at his comment. 

“I guess I was, yeah,” she agrees, “I don't remember any of it, though. Not one moment or day.” Mars sighs deeper. “Have you had any new memories? Did you see anything while you were… out?” She asks Thomas. Through his silence of thinking, Mars realises she has another question. “What happened in that place, anyway? Jorge said you guys were drugged.” 

Thomas shakes his head. “We went inside looking for you guys, and some weird, green drink was… the price of admission.” He explains and theatrically pronounces the last three words, making his voice deeper for effect. It makes Mars laugh. “Tasted worse than Gally's brew.” He admits. “I did see something, yeah. But it was… weird. And I had these… I don't know--apparitions? hallucinations?--while I was still conscious. At least I think I was. I saw Teresa running up to me right after, right before I passed out.” Thomas shrugs, and Mars searches for the mentioned girl in the ground. She's separated herself from the rest of the gladers, it seems, heading to an empty spot in the mountain side. “All of you… infected with the virus. And I think I saw a Griever, too. Terrified me. Thought it was gonna eat me.”

Mars shakes her head. “Sounds really bad, Thomas,” she tells him, “what else did you see?”

Thomas sighs quietly. “I think it was right before the Glade, back in WICKED. I was warning Teresa about something,” he begins, “but I… No, I saw you before that. I'd… hidden you away somewhere. You were crying.” Mars tenses up. “We were sitting in a very small room somewhere, hugging, and I was just… telling you how everything was going to be fine, that you wouldn't get hurt.”

Mars chuckles dryly. “Sounds familiar,” she says. Thomas can agree. That's what he has been promising Mars since day one, that's the promise all the other boys made back in the complex, too. And it could be the source of his overprotectiveness over her, too. He thinks it for sure is. And he looks at Mars again. She looks back at him. Finds his eyes holding that same signature look. What does it say? Care. Connection. Responsibility. Love? Love.

They reach Minho, Newt and Frypan who are standing by the campfire with trays of food in their hands, apparently waiting for Thomas and Mars. The two give them nods of greeting. “What'd she want with your blood?” Minho asks as he hands Thomas an excess food portion. Mars takes the few steps to be by Newt's side, and once they're close enough, she looks shyly up at him. He looks with the same eyes down at her, and smiles as a bonus. He hands her a small, grey bucket with no lid. Mars glances down into it. Sandwiches, soup. 

“Took one for you, as well,” he tells her as their hands connect for a brief moment. Mars holds the bucket between her hands and looks up at Newt again. She smiles.

“Thank you,” she says in response. She knows it's his way for sort-of apologising, and she knows that an actual verbal apology is coming soon, too. Mars isn't so sure she wants to hear it now. She feels so relieved that she forgives him for anything and everything, she feels so featherlight that she could forgive anyone else who's done her wrong. For a brief moment, she forgets about Jansen and WICKED completely. 

While the others aren't looking, having turned their heads away in search of a place to sit, Mars leans onto her tip-toes and presses a kiss to Newt's lips. Once again, it feels like it hasn't been done in ages. Why does that feeling come every time they share a kiss? Mars can't put her finger on it. But she wants to tell him it's alright, and since her voice fails her to do so, she settles for a kiss. It's a great thing to settle for, honestly.

Newt is pleasantly surprised by it, and his cheeks blush a crimson red at the affectionate gesture. He's relieved she still does kiss him, that she still wants to, because for a good few minutes he thought she genuinely didn't want anything to do with him anymore. Despite or exactly because of Mars' spontaneous emotions and their explosions, he's been proven wrong. She still loves him. And he knows he loves her even more. 

His free hand finds its way to her cheek as he kisses her back, their heaved breaths mixing together. Mars feels that he'd love to continue this, kiss her for eternity--and wouldn't she love that, too. But they’ve got friends to get to. And they don't exactly have a private space to do anything, be in each other's company together. And other things matter more, bigger ones. They're about to have their lives completely changed, and a little kiss here and there can wait.

Mars pulls away, but looks at Newt tenderly, patting his chest. She nods her head towards where their friends have gone, behind Newt, and he complies her silent request without hesitance. They make their way up the mountains, following the trail of Thomas, Minho and Frypan, to the side of the camp and upwards. Minho seems to have spotted a spot above the camp, which Mars deems a perfect place to take everything in. She wonders if he chose it for that exact reason. 

Thomas keeps quiet as they walk, seeming to close in on himself. Newt walks closer to Mars. “You seem happy,” he comments quietly and exchanges a smile with Mars when she looks at him. Granted, she does it shyly, but she chuckles with sealed lips at his observation. 

“I think I am,” Mars admits and bursts into a wide smile. She shakes her head then, this overwhelming feeling of happiness and relief too strong for her body to handle. It feels like electricity. Newt smiles, too, even wider than before, truly happy to see her like this. He’s not sure he’s seen her this happy, or this much like herself since the night she told him about constellations. Sure, she was worried about Thomas just as much as he was that night, but she looked so true and content and beautiful. Just like she does now. And it’s the prettiest sight to see. 

“That’s wonderful, darling,” he tells her, “do you want me to call you Mars or Stella now?” Newt tilts his head as he asks the question, and it makes Mars chuckle. She shakes her head as she laughs, and she doesn’t know what kind of answer to give him. 

“I honestly don’t know,” she tells him, “Stella’s gonna take some time to get used to. We can try. Can you say it again?”

“Sure, Stella,” Newt says in the most casual voice, and Mars finds her cheeks heating up with a blush. She holds her free hand to her cheek and bites down onto her lip in a smile. 

“Sounds nice when you say it,” she admits shyly, “but… I feel like Mars is for you, and for Thomas. All my friends. Stella…” she sighs, “that’s for Mary.” She decides. Newt respects that, understanding her reasons, and the origins of her many names.

“Did she tell you who she is?” He asks Mars, and she nods.

“Sort of, yeah,” Mars replies. They’ve now reached the spot Minho chose, which does indeed have a great view from it, and not just of the small camp, but the whole Scorch. They sit in a semi-circle on the huge, white rocks that adorn the environment, Mars plopping down on the ground between Newt and Thomas. She once again feels a call back to her first real day in the Glade, to the moment she and the two boys by her side were making the wooden totem the builders later burned. 

“Bon appetit,” Frypan tells his friends, and they all laugh, “let’s hope this food is worse than WICKED’s.” He says and takes a bite out of his sandwich. 

“Heh,” Minho laughs, “why is that?”

“Well, everything there was actually too good to be true,” Frypan explains with his mouth full, “but if food here is worse than there, then this place is believably good. So it means it's actually good. You know what I mean?” Minho is halfway into shaking his head for no, but Mars interrupts him.

“Yeah, I get you,” she says with a nod, and it makes Frypan smile, “I think I’m starting to believe everything actually will be fine.” Mars admits. She’s not fearful to expose her feelings to the rest of her friends anymore. She doesn’t have anything to hide from them, and they’re all friends here. She trusts them. 

“Maybe we should wait a couple days,” Minho suggests, and Mars shoots him a look of humorous disbelief. 

“Maybe we should, yeah,” she says, then, surprising him, “we all probably have trust issues now.” Mars sighs. “There’s still a little fear inside me that’s screaming that none of this is legit.” She admits, and Minho laughs in response. 

“My fear’s bigger,” the former runner boasts, and Mars laughs. 

“Yeah, well, mine is hungry,” Frypan joins in, to which all of them laugh. The five youths finish their meals in silence, savouring every bit of it, eating slowly. They know that eating too quick might result in throwing everything up because they've gone quite a while without food now, but they also don’t know how much time they have until the next meal. But they’ll last. They survived a day or two without any food at all, they didn’t die. So they could survive a few or more hours.

Mars looks down onto the camp which seems ever awake, ever working. People are walking around alone, in pairs or groups, with and without things in their hands, across the whole camp. Boxes, weapons, equipment. Some of the men are taking down the not-so-useful tents, leaving only the very necessary ones still standing. Most of the people are carrying boxes and equipment over to the trucks piled up to the left, where Sonya and Harriett parked their cars.

“Look at this place…” Mars marvels at it aloud. She’s fascinated by the close community these people, the Right Arm, have seemed to create. All of them working on a common goal, working together. They’re helping the kids, and they’re helping each other. Mars can’t imagine the time and effort and sweat and blood that it all took. Vince said they’d lost a lot of people, good people. Mars wishes they hadn’t, but what is there to be done, really? The Right Arm are doing the impossible, and no wonder it has a great cost. 

Frypan sighs. “Yeah,” he says, “I wish Alby could have seen all of this.” He admits. His words lay a sad silence over the gladers. Mars leans her head into her hand, her elbow resting atop one knee. Alby would have loved this, she’s sure, even without knowing him. What Newt and Thomas have told her about him is enough to know that he’d be beaming in a place like this.

“And Winston,” Newt adds, an even more sombre mood falling in place. Mars sighs. 

“And Chuck,” Thomas squeaks out quieter. Mars turns her head to look at him, and finds Thomas holding something in his hand. It must be that small something that Chuck gave him right before he died. Mars sees how tenderly Thomas holds onto it, and her lips turn into a soft, crying scowl. She doesn’t like to be as emotional as she is, feeling all and any emotion to the fullest right now, and she turns to look ahead of her again, trying to diverse her mind's attention to something else. 

The view of the sky, the Scorch and the camp that never sleeps somehow calms her. It makes her not think about poor little Chuck. Young Chuck who deserved to live, who deserved to live longer, and to live a better life. He would have loved this place. He’d be running around and asking any stranger any question that he’d have, cause he sure had a lot of those. He’d love to help out in any way possible. He’d definitely love to hand out food in the line. Mars can see a vision of him by the campfire now, so accurate that it almost seems real for a moment or two. And that hurts a lot. 

“He’d be proud of you, you know, Tommy,” Newt says to Thomas, trying to lift Thomas and his friends’ mood a little. Thomas looks at Newt, both their eyes filled with trust and honesty. Thomas nods and Newt pats his shoulder. Frypan calls out to Aris down below and by the looks of it, the boy responds. He’s sitting with Sonya and Harriett, Mars sees as she stands up. 

She faces Newt, and sees the boy rubbing his hands together to avoid them freezing. “I’m cold,” she complains and Newt smiles at the adorable way she looks. He pats the spot of stone next to him.

“Come on,” he ushers, even though he doesn’t need to, because Mars is already on her way to sit down. She leans tightly against him and Newt puts his arm around her frame. Mars holds his free hand between her two in their lap, and they look across the camp again.

“This will be a good home for us.” Minho says and looks at all his friends. “I think so, at least.” His eyes stay on Thomas, and the boy nods.

“Home.” Mars echoes, and wonders what that meant to her past self. If it had an exact definition, an exact place, an exact… people. Family? Parents? Maybe even siblings? She wonders what it meant to her friends, too. “I don’t know, guys,” she says and is faced with looks of question, “as long as I’m with you shucks, I’m home.” Mars admits.

A strange silence hangs between her and her friends now, but some of them sniffle and have the gentlest of smiles on their faces. “That’s gotta be the best thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Minho speaks up first and looks into Mars’ eyes as he does it. From his sitting spot, he reaches over to Mars and pats her leg in an affectionate way. Mars responds with a chuckle, but gives Minho’s hand a squeeze before he pulls away.

“Agreed,” Frypan says, “y’all are my family, whether you like it or not.” He adds, and it makes his friends laugh. 

“Couldn’t have said it better,” Newt says into Mars’ ear and kisses the top of her head before putting both of his arms around her. Mars appreciates the gesture and curls into him more, happy tears clouding her vision. She feels a touch from Thomas’ hand on her shoulder, and hears him getting to his feet and walking off behind her. She’d wonder or even ask where he’s going, but she’s much too happy to speak right now. 

part twenty-six?

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Marvel Movies (Rafe,Topper,Kelce X Reader)

This takes place about a month after this.

Mentions of choking,fighting,Captain America Spoilers,Kelce being a Disney Hoe

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You could hear the sound of “Lost In The Woods” from frozen two along with the sound of a car door shutting.You grinned,looking outside your window to see Kelce walking up to your front door.He had been obsessed with the sound track since you,Rafe,Topper and him had watched it last weekend.He swung open your door,pointing at you. “DONT YOU KNOW THERES PART OF ME THAT LONGS TO GO INTO THE UNKNOWN!”He sang,swinging his arms to the tune of the song that was now playing from his earbuds.

You smiled,taking out your phone to record him. “Kel,what are you singing?”You giggled,zooming in on his face. “Bitch,you already know!!!”He said it to the same tune,making you bite your lip to hold back a snort as you saved the video to your snap chat memories.He sat down nexto to you on the couch,pulling out his earbuds. “Rafe and Top are late?”He asked.You shrugged,checking the groupchat to check what time Rafe had left his house. “Kind of but like its fine.Its my night anyways.”You reminded him.Kelce nodded,pulling his legs onto the couch and resting them across your lap. “What are we watching?”He asked,looking up to see nickelodeon on the TV.

You smiled,telling him it was a surprise before throwing his legs off you and going into the kitchen to snack prep.He followed you,not wanting to watch nickelodeon. “Hey,do you remember those brownies we ate when we were little?Like the ones with the colorful chocolate things?”You asked,opening a bag of doritos and pouring the chips into a large bowl.His eyebrows furrowed as he thought about it,grabbing a capri sun from your fridge. “Debby Ryan brownies?”He asked.You turned to look at him,the empty chip bag in your hand. “Do you know who Debby Ryan is?”You asked,laughing at him.

The realization hit him,making him laugh too. “The girl from tik tok!The meme one!”He answered.You nodded,throwing the empty red bag away.You grabbed the bag of sharable m and m’s,pouring the colorful candies into a bowl as well before bringing them both into the living room and setting them down on the table.He somehow ended up laying down half on top of you,the back of his head resting on your stomach.You didnt even hear Rafe pull up,the door opening with him standing with a paper bag in his hand.You missed the way his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the sight of Kelce laying on you,he quickly covered it with a smile.

Topper was right behind him,you turned your head to look at the blonde.You immediately burst into laughter upon seeing the pink,purple,yellow and green striped shirt he was wearing. “That’s gotta be the ugliest shirt ive ever seen.”You grinned,running your hand over Kelce’s curly hair.He rolled his eyes,sitting on the floor while Rafe put the paper bag down on the table next to the M and M’s,pulling out the contents.Sour gummy worms,dark chocolate chips,werthers caramels and a can of your favorite soda.He held the can,sitting at the end of the couch by your head so you could rest your head on his lap.He held the cool can to your forehead,knowing that you liked the feeling of the coolness.

You removed your hand from Kelce’s hair,putting on Disney Plus. “OOH-are we watching Winnie the Pooh?”Topper asked.You laughed,shaking your head as you went down to the row of Marvel Movies.Rafe had only ever seen Iron Man 2 so he wasnt very familiar with the films.Kelce preferred DC and Topper just sucked.You eventually came to The First Avenger,pressing on it.You squealed as the movie started,excited to annoy your friends.

 “I have a husband in this one too.”You smiled,remembering your huge Bucky phase in sixth grade that Rafe couldnt quite understand.He had only seen your Winter Soldier hoodie so he didnt really have a good idea of who Bucky actually was besides the fact that you loved 

him.During the scene where Steve received the Serum Topper had sat up,glancing between Steve and Rafe. “Am I the only one that sees a resemblance?”He asked.You sat up slightly,Kelce moving off of you so you could turn and look at Rafe properly.

He blushed,turning his head and looking away so you had to cup his face and get him to look at you.He bit his lip slightly,looking down at you.Topper rolled his eyes,regretting bringing it up in the first place. “Steve is more handsome.”You grinned,returning to your place on his lap.Kelce broke into laughter along with Topper,Rafe just a red mess as you continued watching the TV. “Isnt Spencer your husband?And 10K?”Kelce asked.You nodded,still watching the movie. “I thought Spencer was the love of your life?”He waited for your answer.You rolled your eyes. “I can have multiple loves of my life.”You answered,still watching the movie. “Can you pause this?”Topper asked,looking up at you from the floor.

You paused it,a bit annoyed. “What?”You asked.He opened a bag of sour gummy worms,popping one in his mouth. “How many husbands do you have?”He asked.You bit the inside of your cheek,thinking about it.Spencer Reid,Newt,Draco,Percy Jackson,Jack Frost,Peter Pan,Zuko,Prince Eric,Kristoff,Aladdin,T’Challa,Killmonger,Dallas Winston. “Uh...16.”You answered.Rafe laughed,fingers brushing against his chin as Kelce just looked up at you with wide eyes. “Who?”He asked.You blushed,counting off on your fingers. “Spencer,Newt-”Topper interrupted you. “Who is Newt?”He asked.You glared at him. “Do you not pay attention on Movie Nights?Eight months ago we watched The Maze Runner,the handsome blonde boy with the british accent.”You explained.He tried not to laugh at your passion for the topic.

 “Draco Malfoy,Percy Jackson,Jack Frost-”You were interrupted again,this time by Kelce. “The animated dude?The albino one?”He asked.You sighed,nodding.Rafe’s eyebrows knit together,frowning down at you. “You have a crush on an animated albino?”He asked.You sat up,looking between the boys. “You’re gonna tell me hes not cute as hell?Dont even act like you’re not a simp for Meg,Rafe.You too,Kelce,I saw the way you looked at Elsa when she let her hair down!”You reminded the boy.Topper laughed,forgetting that you knew all his secrets. “Dude,you were in love with Ariel when you were 10!”You exclaimed,making the boy shut up. “Who else?”Rafe asked,still curious. “Um...Peter Pan,Zuko-”You were cut off once again. 

“Birth mark dude from Avatar?”Rafe asked.You huffed loudly,stealing the bag of gummies from Topper and eating one. “ITS A BURN!”You nearly shouted. “You have such terrible taste in men.”Topper rolled his eyes.You glared at him,biting hard on your lip. “Get out.”You told him.He bit back a smile,looking up at you. “What?”He laughed.You pouted. “Go stand in the rain for two minutes.”You told him.He shook his head until you got off the couch,grabbing his hand and dragging him to the door. “You’re being mean so you have to stand in the rain.”You told him,opening the door.

He blushed,stepping outside and into the rain.He would never do this for anyone else but the smile on your face was worth it.Rafe looked outside the window,recording Topper standing in a T pose as water drenched his ugly shirt and hair.Once the two minutes was up you opened the door again,letting the wet boy come inside.He smirked before hugging you tightly,getting you completely wet. “TOPPER!”You shouted,pulling off your wet t shirt. “Dammit.”You huffed,pulling off your wet shorts and leaving yourself in just your bra and underwear. Dancing in bikinis multiple times so it wasn't that big of a deal but you didn't notice their wandering eyes. You turned to walk upstairs to change into new into new pants while top or just stood a blushing mess. 

At this point you'd forgotten about the movie and you were more focused on annoying your friends.Topper  knew better than to sit on your couch in wet clothes but unfortunately he hadn't brought a new pair to change into. So when you return downstairs in a tank top and pajama bottoms you saw topper in just his boxers sitting on your couch watching the movie.You went to sit on the couch,being pulled into Topper’s lap.When the scene of Bucky falling off the train came along Kelce had become attached,standing up to shout at the tv while you started crying a bit,Topper kissing your forehead lightly. “WHERES THE NEXT ONE?”Kelce asked.You grinned,grabbing the remote and moving on to Winter Soldier. 

“Theres like a ton of movies between these two but like we can watch those eventually.”You shrugged,ending up wedged between Rafe and Topper,Rafe’s fingers twisting your hair and tracing figure eights along the back of your neck. “On your left!”You spoke at the same time as Sam,grinning.Kelce grinned. “So thats why you always say that!”He put the puzzle pieces together.When Nat pulled up you saw the way Topper’s jaw dropped,you smiled. “I know,right?Shes like really fucking pretty.”You grinned,head against Rafe’s chest.Topper had began to doze off when Bucky came on with his metal arm,waking up fully again when he heard you whisper “He could literally choke me with his metal arm.”under your breath.He burst out laughing for a reason that Rafe nor Kelce could understand,plotting to use it against you in the future.

Somehow Topper had managed to fall asleep against your leg while Rafe had gotten you onto his lap,your head in the crook of his neck as you watched Steve get the living shit beat out of him.Kelce was on the edge of his seat,completely invested in the story. “Can we watch the next one?”He asked.You smiled,pleased with his excitement. “Tomorrow morning,okay?”You asked.He huffed but nodded,grabbing the blanket he usually used.Rafe pulled a blanket over the two of you,allowing you to sleep on top of him.The four of you must’ve slept in pretty late,waking up to your 1 P.M alarm that told you to take your daily vitamins.You groaned,attempting to move but being held by Rafe.

You yawned,seeing Topper in his deep,drooling double-chin sleep.You flicked Rafe across the head so he’d wake up,the brunette waking with a grumble. “Rafe,you gotta let go.”You smiled,kissing his nose tiredly.He grinned,letting you off his lap.You shook Kelce’s shoulder as you walked by,your shorts riding up.Kelce got up with a groan,the blanket rolling around his body like a burrito as he stumbled into the kitchen.You got yourself a glass of water,putting your four vitamin pills into your palm.He watched as you took them,grinning at you. “Good girl.You want breakfast?”He asked.You shrugged,still tired.Topper walked into the kitchen,wiping his face of drool and carrying the bowl of m and ms.

 “Hey,do you still have those frozen strawberries?”He asked.You nodded,watching as he grabbed the bag of fruit from your freezer along with almond milk,whipper cream,hot fudge and banana. “Where’s Rafe?”Kelce asked,his question being answered by the universe when the Steve Rogers look alike walked in,turning on the keurig.Kelce put some bread in the toaster,taking out the eggs and a frying pan and starting to make some scrambled for Rafe,some fried for you and an m and m omlet for Topper.Speaking of the blonde,he was pouring frozen strawberries,fudge,banana slices and almond milk into the blender,switching it on and dancing to the sounds of the strawberries being crushed.As the eggs began to cook Kelce quickly handed Rafe his mug before grabbing a glass,putting a layer of m and ms and whipped cream at the bottom,adding two spoon fulls of sugar,some milk and mixing it all together until it was a colorful slop,pouring ice in the cup before brewing some italian coffee to top it off.

As it brewed he rushed to flip the eggs,cursing when he realised the edges were burnt.He tossed it onto a plate,sprinkling some italian seasoning on it and taking the toast out of the toaster for you.He grabbed a jar of your favorite jelly,spreading a thin layer on both slices,reaching over Rafe’s head to hand you the plate.You thanked him,ripping the slice of toast in half.Topper turned off the blender,pouring its contents into a glass and making a huge mountain of whipped cream before sitting across from you.You smirked,reaching your fork over to get some whipped cream.He gasped,jaw dropping as he stared at you. “So you’re gonna put me in the rain for two minutes and now youre taking away my whipped cream?Do you wanna fight?”He asked,leaning forward.

You used your fork,knocking over the mountain of whipped cream before getting up and running down the hall.He ran after you,grabbing you by your wrist and pinning you against the wall of the guest room,panting.You two stared at eachother for a while,his bare chest pressed against you.His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips,leaning down so his forehead was pressed against yours.So much was happening at once,you couldnt even comprehend it.But then from the kitchen you heard an argument starting,Topper letting go of your wrists as they two of you went back to the kitchen. “The third one is the best!” “FUCK YOU IN THE ASS,BITCH!”You walked in,looking between the two boys. 

“What is going on?”You asked.Kelce looked over at you,spatula in hand. “Which Descendants film is better?Two or Three?”He asked.You shook your head,sitting back down to eat your toast. “Fuck-dammit,Topper!You made my toast untoast!”You exclaimed,waving the uncrunchy bread.Kelce frowned,eyes softening. “Do you want me to make you more?”He asked.You shook your head. “No,its fine,Kelce.”You grinned,taking a sip of your coffee.It was sweet and creamy and pretty good,somehow Kelce always made the best coffee no matter what he put in it.Rafe looked between you and Topper,sensing that something had happened in the room.He hoped that Topper wouldnt intentionally hurt him like that,hoping Kelce wouldnt either.A plate of scrambled eggs was put in front of Rafe along with a bottle of barbecue sauce,making you stare at him in disgust. “I cant believe you put barbecue sauce on your eggs.”You shook your head,taking a bite of the toast and getting excited when you heard a crunch. “Oh-hey,dont worry!It didnt untoast”You grinned,enjoying it.

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kites and string

pairing: choi seungcheol x daughter of hecate. words: 1145. genre: percy jackson au.  summary: several demigods trapped on the island of ogygia sent to the dogs like maze runner, facing the dangers of the island. an instance in which seungcheol does what he can to keep his people alive until they are rescued. this is the story of the four times she touched him and the one time he touched her. yoon notes: i’ve had this in drafts... i’m trying to work through things. i’ve come back to writing because things in my life are not great right now. hi. ☽ probably viewed best on desktop.

there were moments where they expected to never make it out. never see what was beyond the borders of the island. borders of the little game that she decided to play. the island where calypso was banished to. ogygia. but to the lost it was hell and not just the island that they learned at camp or school.

the island where calypso had held odysseus captive for seven long years.  

one would have never expected this to exist, although none expected demigods to exist either. funny how this was part of it. this was a part of the danger that they experienced. they were stolen away and made to play a part in whatever whim the new owner of the island wished. they were her play things, children born of gods and mortals, much more pliable than mortals alone. they were just play things, but of course demigods weren’t the only ones.

there were monsters.

seungcheol thought it was hilarious, or rather he didn't. he found it almost strange in a way, outside of what he had known. sure, he admitted to learning first hand because he had to in this hellscape where there was danger at every turn.

when he first arrived on the island, it felt abnormal to him. it was like a nightmare come to life. the low tone voices in his head and the spread of dissent through the ranks because of his unknown parentage.

he was made to be a leader; the person who everyone turned to for answers. he fell into the position with a furrowed brow. he led the charge, he learned how to fight and lose people—to feel accountable to someone else aside from himself. he wished that half of them had survived.

but she survived.

a lone daughter of hecate on this messed up island. she was the one that everyone was scared of. the one that they called the ghost, but truly she was as lost as anyone else was. seungcheol knew and he knew that she was as terrified as anyone else. to seungcheol, she needed him like anyone else. and to that daughter of hecate, seungcheol needed her because she was constant.

i.

his head was turned, looking away as another kid dropped dead from the poisoned water. the kid had told him  that they had survived in a place like this, and seungcheol had stupidly trusted that—a mistake he would never make again, that he couldn’t make again. 

his voice is low, and rough. “we keep moving.” the kids in the small group he had taken on (they were new, and had coerced him into helping them when he was by now only wanting to keep himself and maybe a few others alive), horrified, slowly starting making their way forward, continuing on the path.

honestly, he had hoped that it wasn’t poison. he had expected there to be a kelpie dragging them under. it would have been less painful, less to witness as they trudged along the path. he has been here too long to hope for the best.

he counts the heads.

he stays behind, and faintly, he feels a light touch on his shoulder. she’s still with him, he realizes. she’s so quiet sometimes, and while he can feel her presence generally, it still surprises him.

slowly, the tension in his shoulders slinks off of him, and all that bravado comes out with a sigh. once he’s sure there’s a solid enough distance between them and the kids, but enough that he can still see them, they start walking again.

it’s the first time she’s ever done that. a part of him wishes he didn’t think it would be the only time.

ii.

she touches his back lightly as they look out over the land. the first time that they had climbed about the jungle. they were barely keeping afloat. there was a grimace too, he hates how it reminds him of all the exotic poisonous animals he learned about in school: pretty to look at, but poisonous. gods, he hated how everything was fucking poisonous.

they weren’t going to be here for long, but the break was needed. they had gone too far and too long for them to overcome this now.

it takes a lot of effort to keep his muscles from tensing when he feels her hand on his back—almost barely there. he wants to touch her back, but he knows that’s a lost cause in his heart.

so he lives in the moments. he closes his eyes and hopes for the best regardless of how exhausted they all were. at least they weren’t being hunted.

at least they had that.

iii.

some kid is taking them off the island. all of them, all of the ones that survived despite the circumstances. there are so many people he recognizes but doesn’t care for. instead of thinking of how fortunate it is that they’re all alive, or praying, the only thought running through his mind is that there’s too many people.

she could phase through the boat and get lost. so he makes sure to kick his feet up and let out a growl when people try to get too close.

faintly, he can feel someone squeeze his arm. he doesn’t have to look to know who it is, and he doesn’t hide the faint flicker of a smile.

iv. / v.

they got separated for a few days arriving at the camp. they made him go to the other camp for a while, to “sort out things” because of his parentage. mostly, he was just tense and ready to snap, especially so when people just tried to figure him out. he had spent too much time, too much energy on keeping people alive—so tightly wound. 

it was too much, all at once. he didn’t care that he was a son of zeus or that he was safe. he cared about other people. he cared about how long they had been abandoned and unheard.

they had told him that he had been gone for years.

they had been in a state of limbo.

it was fitting.

it felt like another thing to overcome. trauma. he needed to know where his people were. he needed to know that they were together and safe because they were the only ones that knew what they were going through.

he needed to know where she was.

when he finally gets back to camp she runs to him and hugs him so tightly. it’s so much contact for her, he’s worried for a brief moment that if he responds, she’ll disappear.

slowly, his arms find their way around her torso, and he hugs her. his eyes close and he memorizes how it feels to have her this close.

he feels grounded, no longer just floating in the wind. bloody and broken, she was the string that lead him home.

[talesofphantombandits]

Let’s talk about Hyper-fixation.

I’ve always had characters/actors that I’ve obsessed with and day dreamed about but only recently have I realised that I go through the stages of whatever character/actor, where I’ll either just watch the movie their character is in constantly or look them up on Tumblr or Pintrest. Or watch all of the actors films. I thought this was kinda weird so I decided to look it up and apparently its a coping mechanism for anxiety, which I have really bad. It’s kind of nice to know that this is actually a thing and that it’s my brain trying to comfort me.

It started off where I could just concentrate on one actor/character at a time, one of the main ones I can think of is Robin De Noir in the film The Secret of Moonacre. I was very obsessed with this character and later on when I was watching The Village which was a BBC period drama I began to fall in love with Augustus Prew which is the actor that plays Robin. So I made it my mission to watch ALL of his movies and collect his DVDs, I tend to call these phases so it would be a Augustus/Robin phase. Another big phase I go through which is kind of all ways there in the back group is Loki phase. When my anxiety got worse it got harder to control the switching between phases. 

It’s got to a point where I have to be careful what I watch because watching another movie could trigger another phase. It feels weird for me to talk about, so I thought writing it down and sharing it here would help. Like I’ve been in a very Poe Dameron and Santiago phase lately, but with all the Harry Potter, Draco, Fred Tiktoks going around at the moment it’s kind of thrown me back into a Harry Potter phase.  This can be annoying especially if I like the phase I’m in.

There’s been characters/actors that I’ve loved for a long time but I think only after the Augustus thing did I Hyper-fixate on them. There’s some films that are childhood films that I don’t remember watching for the first time, they’ve just always been with me such as: Labyrinth, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, The Mummy, The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Jurassic Park, Tremors etc. 

I have found though that it’s mainly characters that I do this with and I’ll leave a list down below, with the movies their in. 

Starting from the main ones that return a lot:  

Characters I have phases of a lot (decided to use gifs)- 

~ Loki

(Thor-2011, The avengers-2012, Thor:dark world-2013, Thor: Ragnarok-2017, The Avengers: Infinity war-2018, The Avengers: Endgame-2019) The Loki phase never seems to go away, he’s always there in the back of my mind but comes to the front sometimes.

~ Will Scarlet (Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves-1991.) A childhood crush who I love a lot.

~ Newt (The Maze Runner-2014, The Scorch Trails-2015, The Death Cure-2018.) The Maze Runner is my favourite trilogy and I enjoy both the books and films! 

~ John Murphy (The 100- 2014-2020.) Murphy has to be one of my favourite characters of all time, and like Loki he’s always in the back of my mind but comes to the forefront now and then. 

~ Archie Kennedy (Hornblower: The Even Chance -1998, Hornblower: The Duchess and the Devil -1999, Hornblower: The frogs and the Lobsters -1999, Hornblower: Mutiny -2001, Hornblower: Retribution -2001.) Archie’s another that’s always there in the back of my mind.

~ Poe Dameron (Star Wars: The Force Awakens -2015, Star Wars: The Last Jedi -2017, Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker -2019) Poe/Oscar is a new phase that I developed over Quarantine, although I’ve always loved Poe since seeing The Force Awakens in cinema. 

~ Collins (Dunkirk -2017) I loved Jack in the BBC War and Peace so when I saw Dunkirk in cinema it kinda started something.

~ Steve Harrington (Stranger Things -2016-) Hated Steve in the first season but dam that little shit worked his way deep into my heart.

~ Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter Series -2001-2011.) My original Harry Potter crush! also I die hard Slytherin so I don’t think I have to explain this one.

~ Fred Weasley (Harry Potter series -2001-2011.) The Fred phase is kind of new for me but I think that Draco and Fred is a very good combination. Also really love James Phelps and keep up with his new works.

~ Hawkeye (Thor -2011, The Avengers -2012, Avengers: Age of Ultron -2015, Captain America: Civil War -2016, Avengers: Endgame -2019)

Characters I have fixated on but not for a while, or I had a memorable period of liking them (still love them all)-

~

Gwynplaine

(The Man Who Laughs Musical -2018/2019) 

~ Roger Taylor (Bohemian Rhapsody -2018) 

~ Peter Pevensie (The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe -2005, The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian -2008)

~ Legolas (The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring -2001, The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers -2002, The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King -2003, The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug -2013, The Hobbit: The Battle of Five Armies -2014) 

~ Enjolras (Les Miserables -2012)

~ Murtagh (Eragon -2006)

~ Jack Mercer (Four Brothers -2005)

~ Jareth The Goblin King (Labyrinth-1986, not someone that I hyper-fixate on but I do love him a lot so had to mention.) The first love of my life!

~ Max Joseph (Catfish -2012-)

~ Sabina Wilson (Charlies angels -2019

~ JJ Maybank (Outer Banks -2019-) Another very new one that will probably reappear when season 2 comes out.

~ Jasper Hale (Twilight series -2008-2012) The poster boy for my type, although I don’t really like Twilight I just really freaking love Jasper/Jackson.

~ Robin De Noir (The Secret of Moonacre -2008)

Actors/have watched most of their movies - ~ Augustus Prew. ~ Tom Hiddleston. ~ Jeremy Renner. ~ Ben Hardy. ~ Jack Lowden. ~ Garrett Hedlund. ~ Oscar Isaac. ~ Diego Luna. ~ Kevin Bacon. ~ James Spader. ~ Christian Slater. ~ Richard Harmon. ~ Cillian Murphy. 

Some other things not related to film: 

~ Exo (South Korean group) This is a constant phase, it’s 24/7! Exo is my happy place I go to them when I feel at my lowest and they always make me so happy. I honestly owe them so so much and If I ever met them I would thank them for always being a source of happiness and comfort for me. Especially the member Kim Minseok, he’s my bias and I just adore and look up to him so much. 

~ Dreamcatcher (South Korean girl rock group who are just incredible, my bias Dami) 

~ Moonbyul (A member of the South Korean girl group Mamamoo) 

If anyone wants to talk about me please feel free to message me <3 (I’ve probably forgot to say something so might be a part 2.)

[gladesshuckiestshuckface]

I THINK I'VE SHIFTED BEFORE...AND I'M GOING TO DO IT AGAIN!

Hi there!

My name's TB (my initials though because ✨privacy✨. I've been a fan of The Maze Runner since 2014 but I've only just decided to join Tumblr because why not? I did end up coming out of my "phase" as my mother likes to call it after Maze Runner: The Death Cure, but I've recently actually rediscovered my love for the film and book series. I'm now back to being that small obsessed teenager that I once was back in high school.

I've also recently been researching a lot about reality shifting and have been thinking about it a lot (hence the research). I have come to the conclusion that I definitely want to shift even just for a little bit, and see what life is like elsewhere.

So, I'm shifting to Maze Runner...yay/oh no (could go either way)!

Anyway, while I was doing some research and watching YouTube videos on the subject of reality shifting I actually remembered something that happened in around 2014-2015, around about the time when my mum bought the book set for me after I watched the first film. I'm posting this on here because there are a ton of posts about reality shifting on here and I just need answers. It's been too long now.

I had skipped school to read The Scorch Trials, and I was sitting on my bed reading and I decided to take a break and do something else. I put my book down. And looked up towards my wall. Where my wall should have been anyway. But I found that I actually wasn't sitting on my bed anymore, I was on the ground in the middle of a sandy, abandoned, very run down city. I don't know who exactly was walking towards me but I do remember that Newt specifically was walking up to me and saying something to me. It was sort of like he was about to help me up. And I remember panicking being like 'What the fuck, I'm not dreaming' and just blinking and rubbing my eyes. And I was back in my room. And I went downstairs to tell my mum (stupidly), who decided that my obsession had gone too far and hid my books from me.

I have never forgotten about this, due to the feeling of it. It felt so real. I have no idea to this day what caused it. Maybe I fell asleep and I was dreaming briefly. Maybe my "obsession" had gone too far and it was messing with my imagination. I didn't know what reality shifting was at this point so it was a mystery to me then. But it's in the last few years that I've discovered reality shifting. It didn't cross my mind until last night that I could have shifted realities due to thinking about the books and the first movie too often and just wanting to be there, feeling like I had to be there. I would visualise being there with them. The scenery and the scenes. Being among the characters. The more I think about it I've come to the realisation that I have shifted before. And if I have I think I'm (sort of) ready to try again, but from the very beginning.

That being said, I'm writing a script. I don't have to, but I'd rather keep myself right throughout the process (and as a writer and self-proclaimed scatterbrain, I just work better with everything planned out).

My name is TB, and I plan on shifting to a Maze Runner AU of my creation. Nice to meet you!

[meghernandez]

Couple’s Tag!

So, my boyfriend visited me today in my house, as I don’t have much to do anyway as I’ll have my long weekend. We just finished playing Y8 and got tired of it and I suggested to feature him here on my blog by making the “couple’s challenge/tag”. We saw this post randomly and decided to answer it here on my blog. It’s like killing two birds with one stone because I wanted to save up on some posts and we also wanted to kill time. 

    We did this by opening two tumblr tabs in my browser and then looking at it together. We answered the questions seperately and privately and compared the answers. It was so fun, so I hope you find this fun, as well!!

Where and when did we first meet?

Karlo: I remembered the first time I saw Meg, it was in Evia. She invited me to meet her at Serenitea and things went on from there.

Meg: If my memory doesn’t fail me, and I know this sounds bizarre because to be technical we knew each other from a common friend through Facebook. So, we first me when The Maze Runner was still in cinemas.

Where was our first date? (As an official couple)

Karlo: We had our first date in Luneta Park and Nayong Pilipino. Old school yet one of the best.

Meg: When we went out from my condo (during my NMAT review days) and traveled all the way to this random park and Rizal Park which thinking about it now makes me feel nostalgic of how amazing that date way even if it was so simple.

WE WERE BOTH WRONG!! Hahaha! Even if we had the same answer, the first real date as an official couple was last July 9, 2016 and we watched a movie back in the South. But still, it’s the thought that counts, right? We had the same memory of what our first date, and it surprised us both!!

What was your first impression of me? 

Karlo: The first time Meg was introduced to my tropa, all I can think about is that I have no chance of even talking to this girl. She was the “Diyosa” of their school and there’s no way she’d even notice me. ------LOOOL

Meg: My first impression of Karlo was he is too kind to be someone that I’d consider more than a friend. We stayed friends for a really, really long time. So, I never thought wed actually end up together. My first impression of him was he was the real definition of TDH- tall, dark, and humble hahaha. Joking aside, I really saw him as too kind for his looks.

When did you meet my family? 

Karlo: I remember meeting Meg’s whole family when her dad just arrived from Qatar. At that time, tito doesn’t have an idea that we were already together. Both of us, admitted to him and things worked out just fine. They invited me to have dinner with them at Shakey’s, Evia. Turns out, we had a wonderful evening full of questions to each other. More of like the “getting to know my daughter’s boyfriend” stage.

Meg: I first met his family when he asked me to come over for lunch. I was so scared that time that I even asked my mom for advice on what decent clothes to wear, as well as how I should act around them. I was so happy that time, I remember, because my previous boyfriend never introduced me to anyone in his family. Definitely a day to remember, my memory wouldn’t fail me this time.

Who said “I love you” first? 

Karlo: This is quite doubtful, but I guess it should be the guy. So, me. HAHAHAHA----just kidding. I was crazy in love with her so no doubt that it was me who said “I love you” first.

Meg: Do we really have to answer this, obviously it’s him!!!! He’s crazy about me since the beginning HAHAHAHA

What I often do in my free times? 

Karlo: Meg always spend her free time just watching videos. From doggos, to fashion, ASMR, baking, etc. But of course, while enjoying these clips, there’s always a “Karlo” at the other end of the call. --- 100%

Meg: SLEEP!!!!! If he could sleep in the office, I honestly think he would. But now he’s been keeping himself busy (at least he tries to) by watching dampa videos on YouTube. Although, this morning, he mentioned he wouldn’t sleep anymore because he’ll play DOTA. Still, I highly doubt it. I think he should reconsider and divert his energy somewhere else productive.

Do I have any weird obsessions? 

Karlo: Not to call it weird but she has phases of being obsessed to something. From Hello Kitties, to K-Drama, K-POP, Shopee products, make up, “Anik-anik”, etc. 

Meg: I’ll make this straight to the point, anything related to basketball, ANYTHING!! From NBA to PBA (anything under the sun of the basket), jackets, LeBron James, potential-next-LBJ, and basketball.

Nicknames for each other? 

Karlo:  Babybebebabebabibabsilovemahal --- KULANG!!!

Meg: Babe, baby, mahal, babi, beb, babsi, love, bebi, lubdub, hubby, honey, and anything that’s cheesy. I know it’s so many but what we call each other depends on our mood.

What do we argue about the most?

Karlo: No brainer. Everytime single time I fall asleep. She tends to feel that I don’t give an effort on staying up late. Little did she know that my bed time before was 8:30pm. But now, it’s 10-11PM! Now that’s effort. (Btw, she sleeps around 1am-4am)

Meg: I have to be honest, there are a lot of things that could set me off immediately. I just have those days where I can’t be bothered, or days that I’m just too clingy. I get annoyed at the little things like him not replying immediately after ranting about random things (yes, even in real life), or even when he doesn’t take my side on things. But the thing that we argue most about is him falling asleep SO EARLY without even saying good night!! Hmph. Plus, he always makes an argument that 10PM is already considered as “staying up late” but for me it’s beyond 12AM, right?!

[fansarewaiting]

👀🌟🐇🎵☁️ 🎤 👑🐼

Thank you so much for the asks Victoria! I love you!!

👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had?

My most recent vivid dream…. hmm, I’ll have to get back to you on that one because I don’t remember right now, but I will come back and edit this when I do.

🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!)

I like my mind and the way it tries to make the most sense out of things immediately or link information to stuff I already know and it thinks in a train of thought, but also that when it needs to rest, it quiets when I need it to. I also like my hair a lot, I will always say that, even after I cut most of it off, it is still nice and straight textured. Thirdly, I like my friends, they are great people and I’m glad I met all of them and talk to them.

🐇 what do you always daydream about?

Nothing really specific, I daydream about my current obsessions at the time I guess. I’ve gone through phases, like Criminal Minds, Teen Wolf, Dylan O’Brien, Skins, Kaya Scodelario, The Maze Runner, Thomas Brodie Sangster, and now everything Marvel Cinematic Universe. Sometimes I also daydream about if I rose up above where I am physically and saw everything from a bird’s eye view, oddly that happens a lot in my imagination.

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment

1. Can’t Help Falling in Love - Kina Grannis (from the Crazy Rich Asians soundtrack, loved that movie btw, this version of the song is absolutely beautiful)

2. Andante, Andante - Lily James (from the Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again soundtrack, I’m still obsessed with this movie after 8 weeks of listening to the soundtrack nonstop

3. My Love, My Life - Amanda Seyfried, Lily James, and Meryl Streep (also from the soundtrack)

4. You Will Be Found - Dear Evan Hansen cast

5. Billie Jean - Michael Jackson

☁️ talk about your dream universe.

Ooh this is an interesting question, I could say so many different things. I’d love to go to a time when we are enlightened and care about our fellow creatures and earth, and our society respects nature and each other. But uhh, also sparkly and rainbow everything and flying cars and fun big cities would be cool.

🎤 what’s the last song you hummed or sang by yourself?

Phantom of the Opera, all of the songs, but I love that main song the most.

👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why?

My favorite celebrities are:

Thomas Brodie-Sangster: talent and humility, as well as cheeky and gorgeous

Dylan O’Brien: our woke king who sweats charisma and acting chops, silly dork whom I will always love forever and ever

Kaya Scodelario: queen who slays me every time I see a photo of her, she loves her family and acting with good people, she’s fuckin hilarious and so gorgeous I die

Tom Holland: cause he is so precious and I love his gymnastics/dancing/athleticism/relatableness. He’s adorable and hot at the same time

Emma Watson: because she is amazing in every way and stands for what she believes in, women are important and their rights are important. Plus she is beautiful, and sensitive, and genuine, and talented, and the perfect Hermione Granger

Honorable mentions to: Selena Gomez, Matthew Gray Gubler, James McAvoy, Nicholas Hoult, Joe Sugg, Troye Sivan, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt

🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be and why?

I would love to meet Thomas Brodie-Sangster honestly. He seems so unreal, it would be great to just confirm that he is, in fact, real, and that he does exist on this here earth with us.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK VICTORIA! Made my night!

[jess-fmp]

The Maze Runner~

The Maze Runner is a science fiction dystopian film directed by Wes Ball. It has 3 films, the first one was released September 19th 2014, the second The Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials was released 18th September 2015 and the last one The Maze Runner: The Death Cure was released on January 26th 2018. It was originally a book series with 5 books, the first book was released 6th October 2009, the author was James Dashner. 

I watched the three films last week for my project and also because it was recommended to me by a friend, its become one of my favourite films so I wanted to include it into my wider world research.

In the first film you are introduced to Thomas, the main character, who wakes up inside an underground elevator with no memory of his identity. He’s taken up by the elevator into the middle of the maze, also known as the “Glade,” which is enclosed by stone walls. He meets all the other people, who are all boys to start with, they call themselves the “Gladers”. Everyone has assigned tasks and roles. The leader, Alby, says that everyone eventually remembers their name but not their past. Thomas learns that the only way out is through the maze and during the day ,when the entrance of the maze is open, designated Runners enter the maze and search for an escape route and return before nightfall when the doors close. It is known that no one ever survives a night in the maze, which is why they have to get back to the Glade before the doors are closed. While in a competitive fight with another boy, named Gally, the boy knocks his head and remembers his name: Thomas. There are deadly techno-organic creatures that roam the maze at night, these creatures have stingers and if you are stung by one you are left delirious, the Gladers do not have a cure for this illness so if any of the Gladers are stung they are thrown into the maze and left there overnight.

Thomas is the one most curious about the maze and asks many questions, because of this he becomes the one that finds out the most about why they are trapped in the maze in the first place, along with Minho who is a runner. Gally blames Thomas for everything that's going wrong because many people had died since he arrived, so Thomas injects himself with a stinger from a Griever that they killed, he does this so that he can retrieve more of his memory back. He's injected with anti-venom that cures him but when he was unwell from the venom, he had flashbacks of what happened in the past. He recalls that he had worked for the organisation that created the maze, WCKD. The boys had unknowingly been test subjects for an experiment. Later on in the first film Thomas, Minho, Newt and a few others enter the maze and eventually find a laboratory with corpses inside. A video recording on a big screen comes up and a woman, Ava Paige, explains that the planet has been devastated by a massive solar flare, followed by a pandemic of a deadly virus, the Flare. They learn that they were part of an experiment for a cure for The Flare. In the video Ava Paige is shown shooting herself and dies, the boys are then taken away by armed men and put in a helicopter and are flown over a desert wasteland and arrive at a ruined city. Later, the supposedly dead scientists meet in a room. Ava Paige notes that the experiment had been successful and that the survivors will now enter Phase 2.

Then the second film, The Scorch Trials. The Gladers find out that there were other young people who were put into different groups and mazes. They think that they are being taken to a place like paradise, however Thomas and a boy named Aris find out that the people in charge of WCKD are lying and actually using these young people’s blood to find a cure. They see Ava Paige alive, who was earlier seen dead in the first film, she discusses how the blood of the young people wasn't good enough and that they needed blood from Thomas’ group. Thomas quickly goes back to the other boys to tell them and they escape. They then travel across the wastelands on foot, they eventually reach a ruined building with resources, however they come across Cranks, these are people that had been infected by The Flare, which WCKD were trying to find a cure for. Throughout the film Thomas, Minho, Newt and others escape WCKD multiple times. They meet Jorge and Brenda who join them on their journey, Jorge takes them to the Right Arm who had a camp set up with many other survivors of the maze and WCKD. They find some peace at this camp, however WCKD later finds them and attacks the camp, Minho and some others are taken away by WCKD but the others manage to escape. Thomas claims that they need to go back for Minho, Newt and the others agree.

The Death Cure starts with Thomas, Newt and the others on a mission to capture Minho who is being transported by train, however they capture the wrong section of the train. They later find out that Minho is being kept inside a large city, a WCKD-controlled labyrinth that turns out to be the most difficult challenge out of them all. Minho is being tested on and his blood is being used to find a cure, however his blood doesn't work well enough when the doctors test it on a little girl that was injected with The Flare so they could test on her, she is cured for a few hours but then later turns back into a Crank. Thomas, Newt and Gally manage to break into the city and make a plan to break into the laboratory Minho is trapped in. As they prepare, we find out that Newt was gradually getting infected by The Flare but he says that they need to find Minho.  The boys eventually get into the building, they find Minho and escape with him while fighting off WCKD. Throughout the rescue mission Newt gets even more sick and starts changing, they find out that only Thomas’ blood actually worked for a cure and Thomas tries to take Newt into the building to get him cured, but he ends up stabbing himself and dying because he didn't want to become a crank and hurt anyone. Minho is eventually saved as they fight off the last of WCKD and they are flown to a safer place. As they flew off, Thomas passes out from being shot and the next scene shows him waking up on a peaceful beach with all the other survivors. He sees Minho and realises that they have finally defeated WCKD and found a place to stay without being harmed.

This film heavily relates to my project because my theme is Utopia/Dystopia and Government Power. WCKD was the governmental power that controlled and forced the younger generation to basically sacrifice themselves to find a cure for the virus, these youngsters refused and defended themselves and others because they did not want to lose their lives to be tested on for a cure. WCKD was willing to sacrifice a whole generation to find this cure which was unfair as the younger generation weren't allowed to refuse these orders. This film heavily inspired my project as at first I was planning to focus on Time Travel in the theme Utopia/Dystopia, but after watching The Maze Runner I decided to go with government power because I generated many ideas for my work and how I could portray this message in my art.