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justanobsessedfangirl · 3 years

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The Sound of Silence - The Maze Runner Newt Imagine

Request from @ausblack: was wondering if you could write a newt x reader where she’s like the new greenie and the only girl. Everyone think she’s mute because she never talked and Newt decides to take care of her since he’s the only one she seems comfortable with. One day another glader attacks her making her scream and for some reason Newt recognizes that it’s her, he gets protective and helps her out. Eventually she speaks her first words to him and they both get together in the end

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Warning: Some mature language

Author’s Note: Sorry I haven’t posted in...a while. If it helps, you can think of me as a turtle. I’m damn slow and it’s pretty frustrating to wait but I’ll get there in the end! I hope I did this idea some justice because I thought it was pretty cool. Thank you for the request, I’m always open! (just remember the turtle analogy.)

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You stood in darkness. There was nothing in the darkness except for a quiet hum that rumbled the floor and the walls and the ceiling. It was power, some type of power that was running through this room and making it rise.

You stood in darkness. And you waited.

You weren’t alone, because your fear was so strong it had formed an icy hand, which wrapped around your throat, so tight it was hard to breathe. It took every ounce of your concentration to inhale, and exhale, and inhale again, and all the while the box hummed and rose, and you stood in darkness.

The hum cut off abruptly, the room halting with it. You strained your ears, and, through the loud beating of your heart, you could hear voices. Four heartbeats passed before the roof opened and the room was flooded with light.

You cringed away, raising a hand to block the brightness. Through squinted eyes, you saw boys encircling the room, level with where the roof would have been. Their voices floated down, gasps and shouts of “It’s a girl!”, and the sounds of shoving, bodies against bodies.

You took a step back, but there were boys above you there too. They were everywhere. One jumped down, making the whole box shake, and then you were turning around and around, looking for a break in the boys, a spot you could run through, someone to help, anything, anything, anything--

“It’s alright, love. We’re not going to hurt you.”

You whipped around to face the boy. He had his hands raised, and his eyebrows were knit together in sympathy. He had a kind face, with soft brown eyes.

Even so, any words you had were caught in your throat, caught by fear’s hand, trapped. Trapped, just like you. Your breaths came faster, your heartbeat quicker. Your hands trembled.

Across from you, the boy took a step back and looked up at the others. “Right, all you bloody slintheads need to back up!” He looked at one of the boys closest to the box. “Alby?”

The boy, Alby, nodded, then shouted, “Everyone, back to work!”

The crowd didn’t move. Your heart stopped. Your blood went cold.

Then, with a chorus of grumblings, the mob slowly dispersed. Boys peeled off this way and that, revealing grassy fields and large mountains in the distance. You peered closer. No, not mountains.

Walls.

“It’s a strange story, love, but we’ll tell you all of it,” the first boy said.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of the walls.

“I’m Newt. D’you remember your name?”

No. You’d realized in the darkness that you couldn’t remember anything. You felt strangely detached, like you were watching some other girl with no memories who was abducted and brought to a strange place. You felt pity for her. You felt sad for her. And you kept drifting along, only half-listening to the boy next to her, the one who said his name was Newt.

Newt stepped closer. You watched the girl watch him, watched his mouth move, watched the girl take light, careful steps to the edge of the box and climb out. You watched her stumble.

It was the feeling of Newt’s hand on your back, steadying you, that brought you back to reality.

“I’ll take you on the tour, love,” he said to you, pulling his hand back. In a soft voice, he added, “Don’t worry. You’re safe here.”

Your lips parted. Words sat on the tip of your tongue. Are you sure and How do you know and Please be right. And, also, lingering in the back, Thank you.

You swallowed and looked away from Newt.

He started walking. He kept a slow pace, both because of his limp and so he could intermittently point out buildings and people. “That’s Frypan, he’s the cook, and there’s the kitchen. Next to that’s the Homestead. You’ll be sleeping there.”

He spoke with such authority that you wanted to ask what his role in this little society was. If there was a cook, there must be a leader, and you hadn’t seen any adults around. But your tongue wouldn’t move, so all you could do was tilt your head to the side and look at Newt.

He scanned your face, then nodded. “I’m Second-in-Command. Alby’s in charge, but he won’t raise a fuss about you sleeping in the Homestead. We…” Newt ran a hand through his dirty blond hair before making eye contact again. “We haven’t…” He sighed. “You’re the only girl here. We don’t really know how the rest of those shanks will react.” Noticing your instinctive recoil, Newt hastened to say, “But you’ll be okay. Most of these lot are good guys. And the ones that aren’t...Well, they know the consequences. We won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

There was that fear again, running its hands along your arms, past your shoulders, to your neck. It squeezed painfully around your throat, so painfully that tears threatened to spring up in your eyes. You gave Newt a quick nod and looked away, into the fields he was leading you toward.

He read you like a book and quickly switched topics. “These are the Gardens. When I don’t have other duties, I like to come out here. It’s good work, but it’s also just a good place to be. It’s peaceful.”

A short, round boy darted out of a row of tomato plants, cackling madly. Lumbering behind him was a tall boy with a shock of curly blond hair, who shouted, “Come back here, Chuck!” The younger boy, Chuck, gave no indication that he’d heard. He disappeared back into the plants, with the tall boy following him.

Newt sighed. “It’s mostly bloody peaceful,” he grumbled.

The smallest of smiles twitched your lips up. You forced them back down, reminding yourself that you were scared, that you couldn’t trust anyone here, and that the way Newt grinned down at you did not make you feel safe.

“We’ll have you start working here tomorrow, all right, love?” Newt asked.

You chewed on your lip, staring over the plants. Your eyes landed on the tomatoes, right where the boisterous duo had gone through. Flutters of anxiety filled your stomach.

“I’ll be with you. There won’t be anything to worry about.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Besides waking up with no memory, that is,” Newt added.

Your lips betrayed you again. Newt grinned, and the butterflies that had been flying inside your chest slowly started to settle down.

Newt led you through the rest of the Glade. You saw the Deadheads and the Blood House, learned about the various jobs and Keepers, and, through it all, you didn’t say a single word. Newt never pushed you. Instead, he watched for facial expressions. He responded to any tap on the arm or flick of your chin. He lingered in the comfortable silences.

As you sat in your room in the Homestead that night, knowing that Newt was asleep in the next room over, you felt your shoulders loosen, just a little. The fear was still there. It still held your throat tightly in its grasp. But you felt a trickle of hope springing in the cracks.

You woke the next morning to a knock on your door. Opening it, you saw Newt.

“Ready to get to work, love?”

You nodded. The smile you gave him was uneasy and weak, nervous and gone in a flash, but it made Newt’s eyes shine with happiness. He smiled the whole way to the Gardens. Under the shining sun, you weeded plants, hoed new rows, and picked vegetables.

Newt stuck by your side. He explained more about the Glade; all you had to do was point to a person or a place and he’d run through it, even if he’d already explained the other day. A few times, you found yourself picking out things you already knew, just so you could keep hearing his voice.

“And then Chuck convinced Minho and Thomas,” Newt said between laughs. Behind him, the sun sat heavy on the horizon, haloing him in gold. “He convinced Minho and Thomas to take the rest of Gally’s clothes and--” Newt broke off, devolving into laughter.

You hadn’t met Minho and Thomas yet -- they’d been busy in the Maze all day yesterday and in the Runner’s Hut all last night -- but you’d heard a lot about them from Newt by now. You’d also heard about “Captain” Gally, and you figured he probably deserved whatever ended up happening to his clothes.

Beneath the cover of Newt’s voice, you felt comfortable letting out a small laugh. It was the first noise you’d made in the Glade.

Slowly, Newt’s laughter stopped. He stared at you, eyes soft, his lips pulled up in a small, pleased smile. He didn’t say anything.

You looked down at the basket in your hands, trying to stop yourself from blushing.

After a second, Newt said, “Before we go to dinner, there’s one last place I want to show you.” He took the basket from you and handed it off to Zart, the Keeper of the Gardens.

The pair of you headed off towards the far wall, away from the buggy Gardens, the dark woods, and the noisy kitchen, where a hungry horde of Gladers clamored to get their dinner.

“It’s not one of the really important places,” Newt said as you walked, “so I didn’t show it to you yesterday.” His hands swung awkwardly at his sides, as though he wanted to reach one out, maybe to guide you, maybe to hold you, but couldn’t decide whether he should or not. You couldn’t decide whether you wanted him to or not.

All you did was nod.

Newt continued, “But I think, maybe, it could be good.”

As you neared the wall, you felt your stomach drop at the sheer size. You craned your head back and back and back, trying to see the top, trying to see if any ivy led all the way up. How could there ever be a way out of those walls?

A warm hand touched your arm.

Your head shot back down, eyes landing on Newt’s. The faintest pink burned on his cheeks, a glow from the sunset, maybe, or... You shook the thought out of your mind as he pointed to the wall.

Carved into the wall in front of you were names. Immediately, your gaze landed on Newt’s. Next to his, Alby’s name was done in blocky letters. Thomas and Minho had made their marks. Chuck’s name was squeezed between the two, as he often was in real life, when he’d inject himself into their days. You recognized enough names to figure out that every Glader had been here once and had left a permanent memento of themselves. Some of those mementos, like the ones with a single sharp line running through them, had already outlasted their creators.

“I thought, I don’t know...I thought maybe seeing other names would help you remember yours.” Newt rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the ground.

Your heart felt warm in your chest. Yearning took over. You reached a hand out, tracing the closest names, looping through the letters, dotting the i’s, crossing the t’s. You wanted to remember.

Please remember. Remember for Newt. Remember for me.

You pulled your hand away and pointed to Newt’s side, where his knife was strapped. He unsheathed it out without a moment’s hesitation. When he handed it to you, his fingers brushed over yours and you could swear your heart stopped. You had to fight to keep your composure, especially with the feeling of his intense stare as he watched you carve the first letter of your name into the wall.

You felt, rather than saw, Newt step closer to you. Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, his smile almost took the breath out of you. Your hand stilled as you finished the first letter.

Newt repeated it, sounding almost awed. “Keep going, love.”

Forcing your eyes away from him, you continued carving. Each letter of your name was done with precision, right below Newt’s. It felt fitting to do it there, like he was some guardian angel looking over you, keeping you safe. Being around him made you feel...the English language wasn’t sophisticated enough to describe it. You felt warm. And calm. And the kind of happiness that made your cheeks hurt and your jaw ache, even when you weren’t smiling.

When you finished, Newt said your name, his voice reverent. “Y/N.” He repeated it. He glanced down at you. “Am I saying it right, love?”

He’d gotten closer than you’d thought. His breath nearly hit the tips of your eyelashes. If you moved only a few inches you’d be touching him.

You nodded.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nodded again. He was so close you felt dizzy. You would’ve agreed to just about anything he said at that point.

“Are you able to speak?”

Your nod was more hesitant this time, slowed by dread for his next question.

“Why don’t you?”

You wanted to look away but his eyes had a hypnotic hold on you. You shrugged half-heartedly. How could you explain that every time you tried to speak your throat closed up? That your mouth went dry and you forgot every word you knew? That your heart started beating erratically, and your palms began to sweat, and it felt like walls were closing in, and you felt the fear again?

Newt nodded. He took a step back, the tension in the air dissolving. Jutting his chin at the wall, he said your name again. A smile crept onto his face. It was that soft, sweet smile that had gotten you through your first days in the Glade.

It got you through the next week, too. A week spent trying other jobs, where your lack of communication proved rage-inducing for a certain captain and ultimately landed you back in the Gardens.

It was rare that Newt wasn’t by your side. Today, though, he and Alby were caught up in meetings with the other Keepers, trying to figure out how to discipline a Glader who’d been making inappropriate comments and trying to instigate fights.

Newt had told you the basics the other day. You hadn’t wanted him to go into detail. He’d seen that on your face and quickly switched to telling you about the first crops they’d tried to plant, which had been such a disaster that the Creators sent up multiple books on farming the next month. The conversation was much lighter from then on.

Being with Newt was so easy. Most of the others pushed you too hard to talk, which only made your throat dry up and your tongue feel like lead. You wanted to talk with them, sometimes, but...you couldn’t get the words out. You couldn’t think of them when it came time to speak. You had a mental block, barricades set up to keep you from feeling too comfortable here. Part of you needed to feel the fear that came with trying to speak. If you stopped being afraid, you’d start getting complacent.

The sound of the Walls grating to a close struck the same feeling in you, even though you were safe in the Gardens, well away from the terrors of the Maze.

“Y/N.” Zart’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “Good job today. Some of the other shanks left a bunch of tools out, could you bring them to the shed? I have to track down Chuck.” His normally placid expression morphed into a scowl as he shook his head, his blond mop of hair flopping over his forehead.

You nodded. The two of you split off among the rows, Zart’s cursing fading as you approached a scattering of trowels and rakes.

You pursed your lips in disappointment before stooping down and trying to gather everything. You ended up with two rakes and a hoe tucked under your right arm, a few trowels held close to your chest, and a sharp hand pruner held carefully in your left hand.

Boys.

You huffed as you headed for the shed. It was a crudely constructed building that was made in the first few weeks of the Glade’s existence. You’d heard some other boys say that the first Gladers originally slept here, but Newt hadn’t mentioned it so you weren’t sure how true that was. If they had slept there, you didn’t envy them. It was smaller than your room in the Homestead, which was a far cry from large. You supposed it was in a nice enough location, though; it stood on the edge of the Gardens, close enough to the woods to catch some shade, but not so deep that you were alone.

As you neared the shed, you saw that you actually weren’t alone. A figure paced next to it, head bent low, features hard to make out.

You purposely tried to walk louder as you came closer, hoping you wouldn’t scare him. At the sound of a twig crunching under your foot, his head shot up.

You’d definitely seen him before; he had thick, dark eyebrows and a strong jaw. The bruise forming under one of his eyes was new, as was his now crooked nose. You were pretty sure his name was Connor.

“Y/N,” he said, stilling in his tracks. He made no move to help you carry the tools.

You nodded, gave him a tight smile, and headed for the door. One of the rakes almost slipped from under your arm, but you squeezed it tightly and took a few hurried steps.

Connor crossed in front of you. You veered to the side. His arm shot out and grabbed your shoulder, hard enough to jostle it and send the rakes and hoe tumbling to the ground.

“You think you’re better than me or something?” He was speaking quickly, too quickly, you didn’t have a chance to respond or adjust the trowels that were slipping through your grasp or push him away. In one quick movement, he turned and slammed you into the shed wall. Two trowels dropped. You clutched the rest closer, your breaths turning into nervous pants.

“Is that why you don’t talk? You think you’re better than me? Than us?” Conor loomed over you. He glowered at you, his eyes afire with rage. “Answer me.” He slammed you back again. Your head cracked into the wall and you let out a soft whimper.

“So you can talk.” His grip was vice-like on your shoulders. His nails dug into your flesh like he wanted to tear you apart. “So why don’t you talk? Why don’t you fucking talk?” Again, he slammed you into the wall.

Were you crying? Were you talking? Were you making any noise at all?

Were you even breathing?

“You make this place even harder to be in. We don’t need some fucking mysterious mute bitch when we have to solve the Maze. Don’t you get it? You’re a distraction!” Every few words were punctuated with a slam. The air whooshed out of your lungs in a pathetic cry for help.

You’d never tried harder to talk.

But now there was so much fear in you. Not existential fear -- real, in-your-face danger.

One of Connor’s hands released your shoulder. It ached in relief until his fingers wrapped around your throat and he leaned in close to say, “Fine. Don’t talk.” And he squeezed.

Each second was an eon. Your lungs screamed for air. Blackness lingered on the edges of your vision, closing in, closing in, closing in, leaving only a pinprick of light. Your legs went numb, as if they’d just fallen asleep, and the feeling worked its way up your body, down your arms, to your hands, where the last trowel and the hand pruner were about to fall.

Hand pruner.

You had no more air, you had no more energy, and yet your body was moving and you were thrusting the sharp end of the hand pruner into Connor’s gut.

He let you go with a cry, curling over and holding his stomach. Air rushed into your lungs, only to leave a second later as you screamed, “Help!”

Connor groaned and straightened up enough to launch a clumsy fist at you. You twisted to the side. Your foot caught on a gardening tool, sending you sprawling to the ground, clambering away on hands and knees, still gasping for air.

A wet hand grabbed your ankle. You kicked, connecting with something solid, and yelled out, “Someone help!” The hand left your ankle for a second, then you heard something heavy moving in the grass, and the hand clamped down on your calf.

You tried to wriggle away. People were coming from the Gardens, you could see their black silhouettes as the sun set behind them. You heard your name, shouted by your rescuers and growled by Connor. You kicked at him again. His other hand caught your foot, using you to pull his body further onto your legs.

He was heavy. He slammed a fist into your back, knocking you flat.

“Get off of her!” Your rescuers closed in. They wrenched Connor off and surrounded him. Warm hands, soft hands, gentle hands, helped you stand. Connor’s blood rolled down the backs of your legs.

“Are you okay?” Newt asked, his voice frantic. He held you, his touch like feathers on your arms, as he scanned your body up and down, looking for any injuries. “Is that--” he started to ask, staring at your legs. Mid-sentence, Newt turned away, calling for a Med-jack.

“It’s not mine,” you interrupted him. The words were hoarse and quiet but audible, and Newt whipped back around to face you, eyebrows raised in surprise.

His touch slid down your arms, his hands enveloping your own. “I knew that was you yelling,” he said. His eyebrows lowered and his face grew serious. “I knew it was your voice. I knew it was you, love.”

Words hung on the tip of your tongue. Words you’d meant to say your first day in the Glade. Words you’d wanted to say every day since. Words that you could never get out. “Thank you,” you finally said.

Newt smiled, so wide and so bright that your heart started beating like you were sprinting. “I’ll always be here for you, love.”

The distance between the two of you was quickly fading. “I know you will,” you said, and then, again, “Thank you.” A second later, your lips met. And you felt like thanking him all over again.

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arosesstorm · 3 years

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Maze - Newt (10)

word count: 1.1k reader! x Newt

warnings: none I believe

summary: you wake up in the Box, no memories, no explanations; the only thing that stands out is a certain name, written in bold on the palm of your hand

English is not my first language, enjoy-

CHAP 10

I didn’t knew if I was dead or just asleep, maybe I was dreaming.

But I felt it, a shiver running down my back.

"Y/N? You hear me?"

Someone was talking to me, but it didn’t feel right.

It was not just like the voice in my head; his tone was lower and his words vivid, I swore I could actually see them.

"Y/N? I really hope this is working. I don’t have enough time"

My head was on the point of explosion, but I kept strong, wanting to know the source of my pain.

"I know it feels weird, but it’s alright, we used to do this all the time."

"Again, I’m sorry fo the rush, but I’m gonna come up in a couple of hours and they’ll take me for the swipe in minutes"

Swipe. I knew that word. I heard it in my memory.

"Please remember you can trust me okay? It will come a time you’ll feel betrayed, maybe worse, but that’s how it’s supposed to go."

"Just remember, you can trust me Y/N, I’m Thomas and you can trust Thomas"

Just like it came, the headache suddenly stopped and I woke up, quickly, eyes wide open as my hands gripped my sides making me lift up into a sitting position.

"Thomas" I muttered.

Painting, I noticed I no longer was in the kitchen, instead, that smell of blood mixed with the one of bandages came to my senses, I was in the med jack.

As a hand came to my shoulder, worried, I noticed I was not alone.

Around my bed, Minho, Jeff, Alby and Newt looked down scared, I must have freaked them out.

It only lasted a couple of seconds though, as Newt knelt down to the bed, looking at me.

"You okay?"

I nodded quickly, a question forming in the back of my throat.

"The Box. Did it came up?"

Alby shook his head, confused.

"Hey shank, we think you had a concussion, I’d say that has a priority. You alright?" Minho asked taking a step forward.

"I’m fine" quickly jumping down the bed.

"I have to leave"

"Woah, chill there greenie" Jeff took my arm.

"It doesn’t work like that"

"Guys, the Box is gonna come up and I ne-"

But I was cut off by a familiar sound, the one I heard the very first day, the Box alarm.

It was coming up and I needed to be there, I needed to see if my dream was just a dream or if it was something more.

"Something’s wrong" Alby muttered looking at me.

"What happened in the kitchen greenie?"

"I don’t know, I fainted. But now I really need to go"

But Jeff forced me on the bed again, Alby speaking up: "How did you know the box was gonna come up?"

"I’m trying to figure it out, but you have to trust me."

I looked around, stopping as my eyes found Newt’s "you have to trust me"

"Let’s go" answered the blond, standing up and helping me on my feet.

"Newt wait, wait if she-"

"I’m gonna stick with her Jeff, if she feels bad again I’ll come rushing here in a sec"

With that, we left the hut, me walking carefully, Newt’s hand around my body to keep me steady.

"Thank you" I smiled over to the blond.

Alby rushing in front of us towards the Box, as Minho came to my other side, looking at me.

"You gave us a heart attack you know. Fry found you lying on the kitchen floor and you’ve been out for hours"

"For hours?!" As the question left my mouth, I looked at the Glade, it was starting to get covered in silver light, that meaning it was almost dinner time.

My eyes found Newt’s face; his face stoic, his muscle tense and I knew he had been terrified.

"Hey Love" I whispered enough for him only to hear, as my arm brushed his torso.

"I’m fine, I promise"

A little smile broke into his face, but he was still stiff, shock still in his system.

We eventually made our way to the Box, and we waited, until it the alarm went off.

I watched in the back as someone was pushing the boy to the ground and to my annoyance I found it was Gally.

Pushing the Builder with a "move" I looked at the boy on the floor.

He looked terrified, his breath getting quicker, his eyes darting off.

"Hey, it’s fine, you’re fine" I breathed.

Pointing at the guy: "That shank is Gally, forgiv’ him"

"Weren’t you lying dead in the med jacks?" He snorted.

"Watch your mouth" Newt.

I slowly smiled at the voice, taking a step forward to the new boy, giving my hand out.

"Will you come with me? I promise I’ll explain everything"

The brunette reluctantly took my hand standing up.

"Now is late, we’ll give Green Bean the tour tomorrow"

"But-" I protested.

"No but, you were unconscious five minutes ago, go rest"

I didn’t even try to argue, as I looked apologetically over to the new arrival and stumbled my way back to the tall building.

Chuck coming over quickly: "Y/N? You alright?"

"I’m fine Chuck, but I need to send you on a mission"

The little boy smiled happily.

"Stick by the new guy, tell him he’s safe, okay?"

The boy chuckled.

"What? You have a crush already?"

"I’m offended, don’t you remember? I’m engaged to Minho"

Chuck laughed, turning around and following Alby and the greenie.

"Okay fugitive, time to head back to rest" Newt’s hands were on my shoulders, pushing me forward.

"Fine fine, no need to push Bruto".

We eventually made our way back to the big building who I learned had been rearranged while I was asleep, meaning, I had my room back.

As we climbed up the stairs, I was glad hearing Newt’s soft steps behind.

Once we arrived to my room, I sat on the bed looking at the boy ahead.

He looked exhausted.

I slowly patted the place beside me, tilting my head. Grinning, Newt pushed the door slightly closed, sitting beside me.

His smile fading, as he breathed heavily; his left hand caressing my cheek.

I took his hand in mine, kissing it; a gesture that quickly became comfortable between us two.

"I’m fine" I whispered, his eyes still lost.

"Mh I know"

"Then why you’re so stiff?"

"I- you stopped breathing today, for a couple minutes, we thought you were dead."

"I’m sorry"

Newt looked away.

"Something strange happened and I’m terrified" I continued.

"Can you stay with me?"

Newt looked conflicted, but then he nod his head.

"Until you fall asleep, come on"

"But you look exhausted, just sleep with me"

The blond grinned, shaking his head.

"Not tonight Love, but if you can’t sleep you know where to find me."

"Awake by the entrance?" Newt’s smile fell, he really did look tired.

As i jumped under the cover I looked up at the boy.

"When was the last time you slept Newt?"

"Last night"

"Let me ask you again, when was the last time you properly slept?"

He sighed: "it’s been a while"

"Sleep with me" I said again, but the boy was stubborn.

"Carful Love, if you go on you might sound needy"

We laughed: "shut up"

As my smile slowly fell, I confessed: "I’m just concerned"

"Don’t be, I’m tougher than you think"

"I think you’re the toughest"

"Well then, you’d be surprised".

Mia

(prob my favorite chap by far; btw love you guys for sticking with me this long)

Masterlist

chapter 11

#imagine #newt #the maze runner #newt the maze runner #NEWT FLUFF #newt imagine #newt angst #newt maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #the maze runner imagine #Thomas brodie sangster #newt x you #newt x y/n #newt x reader

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writer05 · 3 years

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Argument

Pairing: Newt x reader

Summary: An issue during a gathering leads to Y/N and Newt having a brief argument, after which they aren’t talking

Warnings: slight swearing

Word Count: 1,044 Words

Thomas had just helped Minho and I survive a night in the maze, which until now, had never been done before. Everyone who got trapped into the maze or was banished always turned up dead. Thomas also helped us keep Alby alive after he had been stung and got him back to the Glade to be seen by the med-jacks. However, because Thomas was not a runner and ran into the maze, he broke rule number 3 of the glade; Never go beyond the walls unless you're a runner. So, we were holding a gathering to decide what should happen to Thomas.

"Y/N, what do you think?" Newt asked me.

"I know he broke a rule, but without him, I wouldn't have survived. I mean, Thomas was awesome out there. He also helped us bring Alby, our leader, back. Minho and I just wanted to leave him to save our own asses, but Thomas wouldn’t let us. In my opinion, I don't think he should be banished or punished. I think he should be praised," I inform the other keepers.

"What about you Minho?" Newt questioned.

"This shank ran into the maze without a second thought to help Y/N, Alby and I. He's brave and stupid, but I think he should be a runner," Minho confessed.

"All right, it's settled then. Thomas, you're going to take Y/N's spot as a runner," Newt stated.

"What? You can't do that," I exclaim.

"Y/N, you almost died out there, and last time I checked, I'm in charge of the Glade at the moment," Newt pointed out.

"Okay, but that doesn't mean it's your call to make. If you want to make that big of a decision, you need a vote from the keepers. I’ve been a runner for the past year, Newt, and I’m good at it. Really good," I say.

"Y/N, I don't think you understand," Newt spoke.

"What don't I understand?" I ask.

"It's difficult to explain. You wouldn't get it," Newt argued.

I scoffed. "Oh, I see. This is about me being a girl, isn't it? Say it to my face, Newt. You don’t think I should be a runner because I’m a girl. You’ve been saying that ever since I started runner training, and it looks like you haven’t given up with it.”

"Guys, break it up," Frypan interrupted.

"This is ridiculous," I seethe and storm over to the door.

"Y/N, wait," Minho protested.

"Now you speak up? Where were you when Newt was taking away my job? Just leave me alone Minho," I spit out and slam the door shut behind me. I took off into the deadheads where I could sit in silence, but it wasn't long before Thomas joined me.

“You all right?" Thomas question.

"Not really," I reply and throw a small stick a few feet away from me.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't want to take your job," Thomas claimed.

"I know. None of this is your fault," I admit.

"Well, Newt assigned you a job as a track-hoe, and Gally wants everyone to get back to work," Thomas told me.

"Great. Now I've got to work with Newt," I grumble and stand up.

"Well, I can keep you company if you want,” Thomas proposed. “I've got nothing better to do."

I smiled. "That would be nice. Thanks, Thomas." In the fields, Thomas and I began tending to the tomatoes, which were night next to the green bean plants. And Newt was tending them. I did my best to ignore him, but Newt wouldn’t let that happen.

"Y/N, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier," Newt said. I ignored him and continued working. "I just don't want you to get hurt anymore." Again, I ignored Newt and focused on my work. "Y/N, can you please just listen to me?"

"Why should I?” I ask angrily. “You took away the job that I looked forward to everyday. You knew how much being a runner meant to me."

"I just didn't want you getting hurt," Newt exclaimed.

"Why do you care so much?" I quiz.

"Because I love you," Newt responded.

"What?" I ask him.

"I've always had feelings for you, Y/N, and you not being a runner would give me a chance to express them to you," Newt explained. At that moment, a great amount of happiness took over me, and I leaned forward, capturing Newt's lips in mine for a few seconds. "I'm assuming that means you've forgiven me."

"Um, not quite. I'd still like to be a runner," I note.

"Well, that’s out of my hands now. We'd have to talk to Minho but-"

I cut Newt off. "Well then lets go," I say and drag him to the map room, which was on the other side of the Glade.

"Y/N, you're not allowed in here. You're not a runner anymore," Minho reminded me.

"That’s why I’m here, actually. I came to ask if I could be a runner again," I state.

"It's up to Newt. If he’s okay with it, then I am too," Minho announced.

"Please, Newt," I beg. "I'd do anything to be a runner again."

Newt sighed. "Fine. You can have your job back. And Thomas can still have a place as a runner."

I cheered. "You're the best." I then leaned in and gave him a big hug, adding a small kiss to his lips.

Minho faked a gag. “All right, well, I’d like to get back to work, but I can’t do that with you two shanks kissing in front of me. Take that outside.”

“Actually, I think we’ll stay here for a bit. We can also kiss every morning in front of the doors just before they open,” I add. Newt laughed and glanced over to see Minho’s reaction.

“Very funny. Do that and I’ll take your job away myself,” Minho confessed.

“All right. We’ll get out of your hair. I’ll be ready bright and early tomorrow morning,” I tell Minho. I was glad that I had my job back. Here in the Glade, I loved being able to give people hope, and being a runner gave me that opportunity. I had also kissed Newt, so I was excited to see where that would go as well. Best day ever.

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years

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Can I request a Thomas (tmr) x f!reader soulmate au maybe where he comes up to the glade after she’s been there for a while with her name on his wrist. And that brings back her memories of him? Thank you!!

Of course, sweet Anon! 😊 I don't usually like AU, but I actually do like the soulmate trope lol. Also, this took too long, I know. I've been so unmotivated and I have no idea why and I still have like 4 more imagines to do hahahahahaaa......ugh

Aaaanyway...*cough cough* this is...what it is. I have this disease, called "backstoryinitis" where I add too much backstory to an imagine, so, uh, sorry?

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Wiping a bead of sweat off your brow, you stopped hoeing the ground when you heard the loud alarm that rang every month.

Another month, another Greenie...

You'd lived in the Glade for a couple years now, so you were used to new kids coming up in what everyone called the Box every month. It's really the only way you could keep track of how long you were stuck in this place.

Every month, you wondered if there was going to be someone like you sent up; a female. Being the only girl in a group of dozens of boys, it got lonely. Of course you had friends, but it just wasn't the same to you. And what was even weirder, you had a tattoo on your wrist, a name.

At first, when you came up in the Box without your memories, you actually thought it was your name, until you remembered your actual name.

Looking at your wrist every day and night, you tried to comb your brain for any sliver of memory that could answer your hundreds of questions that you had. Why was this name on your wrist, and who was this person? You hoped you'd find out, one day.

You ran alongside your friend to the Box, Chuck. Well, more like closest person you considered a younger brother. He very well could've been for all you knew, but he was just one of over fifty other boys that could've been a relative. But you always called Chuck "baby brother," not that he enjoyed that nickname, in public at least. He did get teased a bit by the other guys if you called him that within earshot, so you eased up on the name a bit. But you couldn't help that protective sister side of you when you thought Chuck was getting too close to the Box when it still hadn't come up all the way.

You looked around at all the excited faces of the other boys, anxious to see the new Greenie, anxious to hassle him more like.

You always tried to be nice to Greenies, remembering how poorly you were treated when you arrived in the Glade a couple years ago. No one would really take you seriously because you were a girl. You didn't even get a job assigned to you until a few months later, of course besides the stereotypical doing the laundry and helping Frypan in the kitchen, until you almost burned down the whole shack. Turns out, you were a terrible cook. Fry still teases you about it from time to time.

Eventually, you gained everyone's trust, even Gally's, that kid definitely took some convincing though. You thought he hated you if you were being honest, but in time, you saw through your anger and understood why. Some mysterious girl just shows up with a name tattooed on her wrist when nobody else did? It probably would've freaked you out too. Thankfully, everyone stopped asking you about it when you didn't even know yourself.

You winced softly when a dull pain shot up your hand, the ink in your wrist started to itch. Huh, it's never itched before? You tried to think nothing of it when the Box finally came up all the way, Gally reaching down and opening up the hatch doors.

Everyone peered over the sides of the heavy metal doors, trying to get a good look at the new Greenie. Of course, it was another male, cowering in the corner in terror like so many other boy you've seen. An odd feeling washing over you, like nostalgia but mixed with an almost sense of overwhelming joy. The feeling was so all consuming that you didn't even notice the new Greenie taking off in a dead sprint until all your fellow Gladers started to whoop and holler, obviously finding the Greenie's fear amusing, the boy faceplanting only adding to their boisterous laughter.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling to yourself, "The dude's just scared."

Of course, the Greenie being terrified out of his mind didn't stop the Keepers from deciding to keep him in the pit until he calmed down, a sentiment you did not share. Newt chuckled, gaining your attention quickly. "What're you laughing at?" You asked.

"Nothing, just adorable how you feel for the Greenies."

"Oh, shuck you."

"Why so defensive?"

"I am not." You pouted, crossing your arms. "It's not like he's the only one that's totally freaked out on the first day. He shouldn't be locked up in the pit."

"That is true, but you know it's for everyone's safety, including his." He said, walking away.

"Yeah, yeah..." You sighed, uncrossing your arms and choosing to lean against the hoe that you were holding, eyes completely focused on Alby and the new Greenie. To say you were curious would've been an understatement.

It was strange, you usually didn't have such a peaked interest in Greenies like this before. You felt yourself drawn to him, for some unknown reason. And another thing that was strange, your wrist tattoo had been tingling ever since he came up in the Box, but you just wrote that up as a coincidence. There was no way it could be correlated...right?

"Y/n!"

You turned to Alby, quickly making his way to you with almost angry expression on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Do you know the Greenie?" He asked, his expression not changing.

You furrowed your brows, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. "Of course not, why would I?"

"Your name is on his wrist."

You froze, your confusion clearly etched on your face. "W-What?"

"You really don't know him? If your name is on his wrist, then I think it's pretty safe to assume that the name on your wrist is his."

"No, that's...impossible. I..." You were at a loss for words, how could this be happening? All this time, you just thought, maybe you had a partner before your memories got wiped and got their name tattooed; but now, you had no idea the hell was going on.

"The Greenie also claimed he didn't know where the tattoo came from, or who the name belonged to."

"You didn't tell him...about me?"

"No, not yet. I wanna keep this under wraps until we figure out what the shuck is happening here."

"But Alby, everyone knows about my tattoo, if someone sees his-"

"He's wearing a long sleeve. If he knows what's good for him he'll listen to me when I told him to cover it." Alby sighs, hardening his expression once more. "I swear, Y/n, if you know something about this-"

"I don't." You assured, you were just as confused as he was.

"The bonfire tonight will be a good opportunity to talk to the Greenie, everyone'll be too drunk to notice."

"Alby, you still trust me, right?"

"That remains to be seen."

The anxiety that you felt the rest of the day finally bubbled to the surface when the bonfire party started. You pretty much avoided the Greenie all day. You didn't know if you had any reason to be scared, but so many fears plagued your mind. So many "what ifs." But were sure nothing would be worse than having to wait to find out.

Looking over to see the Greenie and Newt sitting together away from the bonfire, Alby gave you a look, stern but not stern enough for you to feel threatened, although you still felt nervous.

Slowly walking over to the Greenie, you kept telling yourself over and over that this is the moment you've been waiting for ever since you were sent to the Glade, the moment you found out if this boy was the one who's name was permanently engraved onto your skin. You could finally have some sort of closure, maybe not complete, but just knowing would be enough.

You nervously cleared your throat, both boys looking your way as you stood above them. "Hey, Newt." You quickly started, "thought I'd introduce myself to the Greenie." You gave Newt a look that told him to leave the two of you alone.

Newt chuckled. "Right, of course. I think I'm gonna get myself another drink." And off he went, leaving you and the Greenie in an awkward silence, but more of an anxious silence on your part.

"Sorry I haven't introduced myself yet, been a busy day." You forced a smile, taking a seat next to the Greenie.

"Do you guys throw parties like this every time a new...Greenie shows up?" The boy asked, a slight bitter tone to his voice.

"Yeah, pretty much. We only really started this tradition a year ago, we thought we might as well celebrate another month of surviving here, also welcoming the newbies."

"Yeah, well, doesn't really feel like a warm welcome, despite the bonfire." You chuckled. "Are you...? Uh, never mind."

"No, what?"

"Well, just looking around, you seem to be the only girl here. Why is that?"

You shrugged. "Beats me. I came here just like everybody else, no memories. I wish I knew. Speaking of, have you remembered your name yet?"

The Greenie frowned. "No." He whispered, suddenly rubbing his sleeve covered wrist.

"What's wrong?" You asked, noticing his discomfort.

He sighed. "Uh, nothing. My wrist just hurts a little, might've sprained it or somethin'."

This was taking too long, and the bonfire party was starting to die down. It would be over soon, you had to speed this up.

"Alby told me..." You started, nervously taking a deep breath before continuing, "about your wrist."

The Greenie looked to you with wide eyes. "He told me to keep quiet about it, why would he tell you?"

"Because...the name on your wrist is mine."

He furrowed his brows, his mouth slightly agape, rolling up his sleeve slightly, just enough to see the top of the outline of your name. "Wait, really? How is that...?"

"I don't know. But I'm guessing," You rolled up your own sleeve, "this is your name?"

You held up your wrist, the light from the bonfire illuminating the ink enough for the Greenie to read what it said, "Thomas." Thomas' confused face mirrored your own, both of you feeling a strange mix of emotions all at once. He reached out, you flinching away slightly. "Can I?" He asked.

You nodded curtly, extending out your wrist for him to hold.

As soon as his skin made contact with yours, you felt a spark of electricity rush through your whole body, so intense that it made you jolt with a quiet gasp. Thomas seemed to have felt the same, his grip on your wrist tightening as he felt the same rush.

You suddenly felt like you were hit in the head with a brick, sharp flashes of images of you, but not in the Glade. These were different, you saw yourself smiling, laughing, with an older woman, smile lines and subtle wrinkles around her eyes, tuffs of greyish white hair scattered about in random spots amongst her lush natural colored hair. You instantly teared up...this was your mother...you remembered your mother.

"I remember." You and Thomas said at the exact same time.

"My name is Thomas." He confirmed, tears welling up in his golden brown eyes, giving them a shine. "I remember everything, my family, my friends, why I came here..."

"I remember my life before here too. I was...taken. They took me away from my mama." You quickly felt a surge of anger rush through you. "W.C.K.D. They did this."

Thomas sighed. "I know..." He took hold of both your hands. "I remember you too, Y/n." A slight rosy blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Me too." You said softly.

You both had worked at W.C.K.D. together, you both had the same distain for the company and wanting to take them down together, both of you being betrayed and sent here. You knew it was dangerous for W.C.K.D. to send you both to the same Maze trial, how could they make such a stupid mistake.

"We have to get everyone out of here, Thomas."

"We will."

"Together."

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Well, that escalated quickly. Hope you enjoyed it regardless, Anon😊

#the maze runner #tmr thomas #thomas x reader

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magnoliabloomfield · 2 years

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Afterlife Part 16

Gally stood on the edge of the berg, the sand was an inch away at most.

Madison was in his arms, she hadn’t fully come around yet, just murmuring, mostly his name but sometimes Fontain’s too. Once she even said Newt.

The kids flew past them kicking up sand, racing into their new lives. Gally stood there because he realized that once his boots hit the ground, everything they’d gone through and everything they knew before was over. It meant they had to accept everything they’d lost. He was carrying Madison into a whole new phase of their lives and it was hard to close the book behind them.

Of course he couldn’t keep her there in the cold, she needed help. But it felt like his feet were rooted to the spot. It was hard to come down from the absolute catastrophe they’d just been through and to think that he’d walk across this beach, probably get some food and water and shown to a cot, and tomorrow would have no danger, no missions, no plans, no cranks, no wicked. Nothing.

He looked down at Madison. That was exactly what he wanted for her. He stepped off the berg.

Someone came to help Madison and he hated that he didn’t have much of an answer when they asked him what happened. All he could do was relive the moment where he’d seen two bodies on the ground belonging to people he cared about.

He didn’t let them take her from him but carried her where she needed to go. When he laid her down on a cot he missed her weight and warmth.

There was one doctor that wasn’t helping with Thomas, probably the only one that wasn’t a surgeon. She shone a light in Madison’s eyes and said something about her pupil response. Gally was feeling exhausted. He slumped to his knees by the cot and held Madison’s cold hand.

“Is she going to be ok?” he asked, hoping for a straightforward answer he could comprehend.

“It’s not pretty, but I’ve seen worse,” the doctor said as she gave Madison a shot. “Relax, it’s not like the little lady is dying.”

“You’re sure?” Gally pressed.

The doctor gave him a look, appraised him really, and her demeanor changed. “Yes, she’ll live. She’ll be fine in a day or two with the medicine we have. She’ll be just fine.”

The relief washed away the last of his adrenaline. He folded his arms, his one hand still holding hers, and rested his head on them. Kneeling at her bedside he fell asleep.

He woke up with the dawn like he used to in the Glade when he slept out under the sky. It didn’t feel like enough sleep. He looked up at Madison who was still sleeping and wanted to get a closer look at her. His body protested, aching from being in that position for so long. His back was tight and his knees popped. But as he brushed his fingers against Madison’s unbruised cheek and saw the corner of her lips twitch he didn’t register any of his own pain.

She turned toward his touch. This was just a regular sleep now, not the scary unconsciousness she’d been in before. He brushed the corner of her mouth with his thumb and she gave a contented sigh. He thought of that accidental, wayward nod of her head that had introduced her lips to his, just a fleeting hello in passing. Perhaps they’d soon get better acquainted.

“See?” The doctor’s voice surprised him. She was sitting on the other side of the bed in a comfortable looking chair. “Getting better already.”

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Madison’s head was pounding when she woke up. She kept her eyes closed and winced at the sharp pain coursing through her temples.

Slowly her memories started to bubble up to the surface and all the things she could recall were terrible. A city burning, Gally pulling her closer and telling her he’d come for her. That’s right, they were splitting up and she was-

“Newt! Thomas!” she called after bolting up in a sitting position with a gasp.

Despite the screaming pain in her head she tried to get her bearings. Everything was bright, she couldn’t see very well. Unfamiliar sounds started making their way into her ears as she swayed in a sea sick manner.

“Oh dear,” came a voice, an unexpectedly feminine one. She felt two hands gently grab her wrists. “It’s alright dear, you’re safe now. You’re fine.”

Her eyes adjusted more and she saw… she saw a beach? Not the city, not the burning, not the street. Not where she remembered being.

“Gally, Gally,” she started saying his name over and over, it was all she could say because where was he?

“Yes, I’ll get him, but you have to take these pills first.”

She was so confused but it was a simple enough task and she’d get Gally at the end. No brainer. She tried to focus on the woman at her bedside. She felt like she was wobbling on the ocean. She missed the cup the first time she reached for it but got it the second time. She managed to get them in her mouth and then the woman put a cup in her hand and she down the pills with the liquid before she realized how terrible it tasted.

“What the hell is this?” she sputtered after a groan and a shiver as the vile liquid carried the medication down her throat.

“Drink all of it.”

Madison turned to her with furrowed brows. That was not an answer to her question.

“Drink it all and then I’ll get your friend,” the woman said before leaning back in her chair comfortably. She really was not going to make a move.

Madison glared at her and faltered for a second as she brought the cup to her lips again. For Gally. She tried to plug her nose but that hurt so she just had to drink it as fast as possible so at least she wouldn’t taste it for long.

“Ugh!” she shivered again after she’d swallowed the last of it, dangling the cup upside down from her hand to prove to this woman she’d downed it.

“Yes, alright,” the woman quickly took the cup as it dribbled slightly. “I’ll be right back.”

Madison hated to admit it, but she was feeling a lot better already. The pounding subsided into a dull ache she could tolerate and her vision got better. Or was it better? She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Tall, sparse grass waving in the wind. Sand, waves, a blue expanse of water. Land on the horizon. She had this terrible feeling she was in some kind of illusion, the kind only Wicked was capable of creating. What if they had her again? What if. What if a lot of things.

Heavy fast footfalls and there was Gally. He stopped for a brief moment on the threshold as he first caught sight of her from the loose tent-like flaps. Illusion or not she was relieved to see him and some kind of noise came from her throat or her chest or something. She didn’t even realize she was the one who made it at first, but it got Gally moving again. In two long strides he was knelt by her bedside and arms were wound tightly around bodies, faces buried in necks and shoulders, hands stroking hair.

He looked right, felt right, even had that familiar sweat smell that was never quite so bad as anyone else’s was to her. Still she pulled back and touched his face, looking closely at him.

“Are you real? Is this real or is it Wicked?” she asked, terrified of the answer.

“It’s real, It’s real,” he was quick to assure her. He reached up and gently, so gently, cradled her neck and brought their foreheads together. “I came for you. Just like I promised.”

She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, some of the tension leaving her body. That was right. That was what he said he was going to do and he did. Of course he did.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly once more and rested her chin on his shoulder. She was ok and he was ok, that took care of her major concerns. “What happened?”

“We’re safe,” he said. “There’s nothing bad here.”

That was good, of course, that was great. But that wasn’t what she asked.

“What happened?”

He didn’t pull back to talk to her, in fact he seemed to lean in further and his fingertips pressed into her. “We got the kids out, and the serum. Brenda and Fry are fine. Minho made it he’s fine. Thomas is hurt but they patched him up real good, he should be fine. Wicked is gone now. It’s alright.”

His sentences were short with longer than normal pauses between them, he was trying to keep control. She heard what he didn’t say though.

“Oh, Gally, no,” the tears sprang to her eyes as she clutched his shirt tightly. “No. Newt.”

“It’s ok, Mads,” he tried to comfort her but his own voice sounded thick.

“No! It’s not ok! You asked me to do something and I failed you, I failed everyone!”

That made Gally pull back. His eyes were glassy and his brows were furrowed, he was giving her a very serious look. “No, don’t say that. Don’t you say that,” he brushed the tears away from the side of her face that didn’t hurt. “I know you, Mads. I know you did your best.”

It was a fierce kind of forgiveness.

“I’m sorry,” she still cried even though it made the pounding in her head come back. “I’m so sorry about your friend.”

Tears finally fell from Gally’s own eyes. He moved quickly, getting up and sitting on the cot before pulling her back into his embrace.

“I thought I lost you.”

She was surprised to hear him say that and even more surprised at the unmistakable note of fear in his voice as he cried harder.

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Gally wasn’t upset that Madison had fallen asleep on him. She wasn’t quite well yet and all the crying tired her out again. He sat there watching the ocean with his arms loosely around her as she leaned on him. He held her hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb, it wasn’t enough to wake her.

All the things he hadn’t had time to feel caught up with him when Madison had said she was sorry. When she said that she had failed, that was one thing, it was wrong but it was separate. Saying she was sorry was not her apologizing for anything done or not done, it was just sadness. Sad he had lost his friend.

He was sad about Newt. He was angry that Newt had only just missed this, the freedom and the safety and the peace. He was devastated that Chuck wasn’t here running around on the beach and begging Madison to build sand castles with him. He was sad for Madison being left with no one but him. Even he missed some of the people left behind.

He was also angry that once again it felt like he was on the wrong side of a gun. He’d wanted to take down Wicked, cripple their systems, take back the kids, end the experiments and the torture. But he’d opened a door that let in destruction and death.

And it was almost Madison’s death.

That’s what scared him most of all. Breaking his promise to her, his promise to Fontain, and losing what made him want to keep living.

A little hum came from her and he felt her hand gently squeeze his for second as she nestled further into him. She was alive, they were together, they were safe, and he still had a promise to keep. He would take care of her.

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Everyone was surprised to see Thomas appear at twilight. They’d expected he’d be out another day or so. Everyone came to see him and it was hugs all around, even for Gally which made Madison’s heart swell.

Then Thomas got to her. She just kind of stared dumbly at him wondering why he would want to give her a hug. The look on his face was pained before his arms encircled her.

“I should have listened to you,” he whispered.

She gingerly placed her hands on his back, still awkward with him. She didn’t remember what had happened after Teresa’s voice had drifted over every speaker in the city, but she knew what Thomas said had something to do with what happened in that blank space of her memory. She wouldn’t question it, she’d never mention it, they just exchanged a knowing look and he went on to greet more of his friends.

That evening after they ate was a bonfire. Everyone gathered around to listen to Vince. He made a big speech about the people who sacrificed so much to make this all possible. He raised his glass.

“Here’s to the ones who couldn’t be here.”

Madison thought about Fontain and Newt, feeling a lump in her throat. Her cup was snatched before she could drink to that toast, the doctor tsking at her and telling her she couldn’t have alcohol yet. Gally held one of her empty hands to comfort her.

“They have alcohol?” she mumbled.

Vince showed them a tall stone monument and told them it was to make peace with their loss. Madison kept warm by the fire while she watched the others carve names.

There was a Winston, Teresa, and Newt of course. But then Gally was there by himself chiseling away. She watched his shoulders move and wondered what he was writing. She realized everyone was writing the names of people that were dead. She didn’t know who was dead and alive in her old life. She didn’t know if there was a name for her to carve on there.

Gally was brushing off the stone now, his fingers lingering as they ran over the letters.

Chuck.

He’d never told her the name before but she knew who this was. She let him have a moment with that before she approached him. She tentatively reached for his hand and got his attention. She looked at the name and back at him, receiving a nod. She gave his hand a squeeze.

“Would you help me carve something?” she asked softly.

He wiped his eye with his sleeve and sniffed. “Yeah. What do you want to write?”

“A question mark.”

His head tilted as he thought about that.

“I thought it could be for any family and friends that people aren’t sure about,” she meant Fontain for her. “And for any loved ones people don’t remember they had.” She meant the boys and girls from the maze trials who were missing years of their memories and lives.

She saw Gally swallow. “That’s a good idea.”

He was right. By the time everyone was turned in for the night that question mark stood out amongst everything else. Some people had gone over it again until it was deep enough that you could run your finger in the grooves. It was almost rubbed smooth.

Madison laid in her cot catching sight of the stars here and there through the sparse roof. They really needed Gally here, she hoped he’d get to take up building again. He was in the cot beside her and it brought a smirk to her face.

One of the authoritative people had tried to tell them that they were keeping boys and girls separate. Gally’s brows furrowed and he crossed his arms as he shifted his weight to one foot.

“Yeah, Well,” Gally said with a little bit of that tone he’d used in the church. “We’re not kids.”

He was so intimidating he got his way.

Madison was not used to the ocean breeze. It was much preferable to the heat back home- back in… anyway. She’d rather be cold than hot but right now it was keeping her from falling asleep. She sandwiched her hands between her thighs and rubbed her feet together, they were the coldest and the biggest sleep deterrent.

“Gally,” she whispered when all that had failed. “Are you awake?”

A small vibration went through the frame of her cot and then it intensified as it moved, pulled right up against Gally’s.

“What’s wrong?” he asked sleepily rubbing his face.

She was still partly in shock that he’d just reached over half asleep and one handedly pulled her and her cot over like it was nothing. “I’m cold,” a shiver ran through her that really helped sell it.

There was the sound of him shifting and then she felt another blanket thrown over her. She was about to protest and say she couldn’t take it from him when one side of both blankets were lifted up, the chill of the night hitting her directly before it was blocked and replaced with the warmth of Gally.

The cots were on the small side for one person, so they had to fit together just right to be comfortable. Gally held the covers right up to his chin and tucked himself in all snug. It was cute.

The next day he rose with the sun as builders do and when he left he tucked the blankets in behind him to keep her warm. She pretended she stayed asleep the whole time but she smiled before drifting off again until she had to get up.

Doctors orders let her sleep in that day and rest to make sure she got over her concussion and she tried to enjoy it while she could. It gave her time to look at what everyone was doing and think about where she’d fit in here. They seemed to be covered in the medic department and she didn’t know if she’d want to do that job if it wasn’t with Fontain.

It seemed like she would just go back to the usual old manual labor, boiling water and washing laundry et cetera. At least that made her useful here too.

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Gally could smell breakfast starting and it was oddly familiar. A wave of nostalgia crashed over him completely unexpectedly and he was back in the glade. It was Fry. Fry was cooking again, that had to be it.

As they headed in to eat what would be their second breakfast Gally looked around until he found Madison, a grin tugging at his lips when he did.

He’d been so tired the night before he didn’t really know what he was doing, but he was glad it worked out so well. He woke up with his nose buried in her short hair and she still had that sweet, nature scent of the greenhouse. He had a hard time believing she’d been so cold at first, he’d felt it in her feet but once she fell asleep she became a little heater, especially around her thighs he noticed.

Oh no, he wasn’t only thinking about her thighs he was looking at them. He quickly lifted his gaze and saw her turn and notice him, a little grin appearing on her lips as well. Only now did he notice that she’d been talking with Minho. Gally really tried to wipe the grin off his face then.

It was hard for him to have his old life in the glade bleeding into the life that had Madison in it, especially when they were all on foreign ground now. He was scared to let them see him smile or enjoy something. He knew they wouldn’t actually tell him he didn’t deserve to be happy because of everything he’d done, but maybe they’d think it. And maybe they’d be right.

“Good morning,” her sweet little voice brought him out of those dark thoughts. She gazed up into his face and even with the bruises and cuts her eyes were as captivating as ever, especially from this angle.

He was so caught up in her gaze it took him a beat too long to say good morning back. He forced himself to look away and greet Minho as well, friendly but not too friendly, respectful.

“What are you up to today?” he asked as he made his way through the line with them.

“Well, we were talking about that,” Madison said, aiming her thumb at Minho.

“Yeah, I was feeling a little lost,” Minho said. “You can get back to being a builder here, and Fry can get back to being a cook, but Runner is not a job that exists anymore.”

“And I was saying how I kind of don’t want to do medic stuff without Fontain,” Madison said and it was news to Gally. “I could go back to doing ye olde tasks like boiling the drinking water and doing the laundry, but maybe there’s something more I could try here.”

“Don’t forget you’re a sharp shooter too,” Gally pointed out. “I know there’s no need for that in particular, but it’s a skill you can apply to other things I’m sure.”

“Hey guys!” Fry called out when they got closer. He looked mighty happy in his apron. Wait a minute.

“Is that your old apron?” Gally asked as he tried to get a better look from where he was.

“It’s a really good apron, I wasn’t just going to abandon it.”

Gally helped Madison load up her plate with Fry’s best dishes, he could tell them apart from the others easy. He was so attached to her side he hadn’t noticed Minho tailing them and taking a seat at their table too. He was a bit nervous but then he remembered that his Mads worked miracles, maybe she’d mend up his fractured worlds for him. He relaxed and trusted in the magic of Madison being herself.

At lunch Minho joined them again, and so did Thomas and Brenda. When everyone had a plate, Fry hung up his apron and dished himself up to eat with them too. Gally knew Minho the longest but knew Fry the best. Thomas was an odd mix of knowing him well enough to feel like he’d known him a long time but then again not really. Brenda was very very new to him.

But Madison had practically been his focal point for the last year. She was the one he really knew best and was closest to. And it was going to start to show sooner than later.

After lunch Minho trailed after him to check out what it might be like to join the builders. No one but the retired gladers called them that, but old habits die hard.

“So, Madison, huh?” Minho said out of nowhere.

Gally looked at him and then around for anyone in eavesdropping distance. “What about her?”

“You’re really close.”

“She just lost everyone she knew for the past 4 years since Wicked dumped her out like garbage, everyone but me,” Gally pointed out, hoping to delay the revelation of his feelings to a more acceptable time.

“Yeah. Yeah, that does really suck. I’m sorry,” Minho scratched his neck. “But it’s… nice. What you guys have.”

Gally looked at him. Oddly enough it felt like permission. Even stranger was the fact that it was exactly what Gally needed to curb his guilt.

“Yeah,” Gally agreed with him. “She… she has a way of bringing out the best in lost causes.”

At dinner they were joined by the lunch bunch plus some other kid named Aris and two girls named Sonya and Harriet.

“Are you going to eat your peas?” Madison asked him quietly not to disrupt the conversation going round the table.

“No, you can have them.”

“Thanks.”

She turned his plate so they were closer to her and ate right off of it.

“I don’t think I can finish all that chicken if you want some, you need protein more than I do.”

They huddled closer to share food and Gally thought maybe he’d make something clear.

“Did you mind last night?” he asked her very quietly. It was easy because she was leaned in so close.

“I did not mind,” she answered after almost sending peas rolling across the table, obviously caught off guard.

“I don’t mind doing it again,” he caught a flash of her eyes looking at him intently, her cheeks rosy in the fire light. “Whenever you get cold,” he added so it didn’t sound quite as brazen.

“Good to know,” she said holding back a smile.

“Hey, where are you two right now?” Brenda’s voice cut through the air and brought them back to everything else around them.

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Wouldn’t you know it, that night felt even colder than the last. Their cots were still right next to each other so she was able to just whisper his name once and he was joining her in a second.

Last night he had kept his hands on his side of the cot, but tonight a hesitant hand snaked around her waist. She made no move to relocate it and said nothing either, thinking her silence would signify consent.

“Are you comfortable?” he whispered and she felt his warm breath on the back of her neck.

“Yes. Are you?” she bit her lips and waited for his response.

He hummed affirmative. “You keep the nightmares away,” he added drowsily, his long day of hard work catching up with him.

“You have nightmares?” she was surprised and concerned at this revelation.

“Not tonight I won’t,” he mumbled and then she felt it, he was out like a light.

She held onto the arm wrapped around her and soon joined him in a nightmare free sleep.

It was a deep sleep, one that almost kept him in its grip past the sunrise. They awoke in a tangled mess completely unlike how they’d fallen asleep last night and a far cry from the first night, but it was the best night sleep Madison ever had in her life.

She had managed to get from her side to her stomach and Gally partially overlapped her, his warmth and weight were divine. Their fingers were laced even as his palm rested on the back of her hand, curled under the pillow near her face.

Reluctantly his hand slipped from hers as he had to get up, his hand pressing on the cot by her waist for leverage and then fingers skimming exposed skin from her shirt riding up in the night.

“Have a good morning,” she mumbled to him with a sleepy smile as he tucked her in again, receiving a stroke of her hair in return.

There was an edge to the haven when she got herself out of bed, Gally’s warmth drained away from the blankets was her alarm clock now. Something was going on and she decided to find out what.

She saw Thomas, Vince, and a woman named Mary huddled in a serious conversation a ways away from the breakfast line that was just starting to form. She got up and thought maybe she could eavesdrop on her way to breakfast, but they broke up before she got too close.

She watched them meander off in their own directions with mild suspicion and missed her giant approach from behind.

“Good morning.”

He sounded pretty happy and when she turned she saw pink cheeks and a boyish grin that soon had her smiling widely too. She hadn’t ever seen him quite like this.

“Good morning,” she greeted back and handed him a plate from the stack. “You’re in a good mood I see. Being a builder again really agrees with you.”

“Among other things,” he nodded.

“I suppose not fighting for our lives against Wicked or Cranks would agree with anyone,” she commented, liking the ease of their conversation, more light than any they’d been able to have before.

“Or it’s the present comp-“

“Gally, Madison?” Thomas interrupted from behind them.

They turned in sync.

“After you get through the line we’d like to talk to you,” he looked over his shoulder and there was Vince and Mary.

He had said it nice enough, there wasn’t a foreboding tone to his voice, but Madison felt her appetite shrivel up and die anyway. Gally’s face had gone fully back to stone, the color drained from his cheeks as he nodded affirmative to Thomas.

Their morning banter was over.

“He salvaged a lot, I don’t know what all of it was- but you can’t take it, he needs it!” Madison told Mary after she asked what kind of medical equipment they’d had at The Right Arm.

“The others told us they didn’t find anyone at The Right Arm after they got the kids out,” Mary said with equal parts sympathy and seriousness.

“Well I doubt they had time to search the whole place,” she shot back at her, not trying to say anything bad about Brenda or Fry, it was just the place was huge and they didn’t know it like she did. “Fontain said he was staying behind because people needed him. I don’t imagine that either he left Frannie behind to have her baby on her own, or that she joined that- that-“ She didn’t know what to call it. Army? Death March?

Gally’s hands gripped her shoulders and she felt a calmness radiate from them. Like that day with Abe in the cafeteria, everything was alright when Gally was there to intervene.

“Frankly, no one knows what happened,” Mary said as Vince stood stoically beside her and Thomas was no help either. “But I need you to understand that if we can get some more equipment-“

“And supplies,” Vince cut in to add.

“We can start something more than just building a home here,” Mary seamlessly went on, her eyes shining bright. “We can start changing the world.”

Madison regarded her for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“It means we can cure the flare,” Thomas said quietly.

Madison’s eyes went as wide as her open mouth in shock. “You can-!” her increasing volume was snuffed out by Gally’s hand covering her mouth as the others shushed her. Her heart was pounding. Gally moved his hand but it was like that day in the hotel closet, it settled around her collar bones.

“We have to keep it quiet for now,” Mary said as her eyes shifted around. “With what we have here and now it’s not really possible and until it is I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up just to dash them.”

“Everyone needs to be happy and not distracted or the work we need to survive here might not get done,” Vince added.

It made sense but she didn’t like it all the same. It left the bitter aftertaste of Wicked in her mouth.

“So when are you planning to go?” Gally asked like it was a done deal.

“The sooner the better, for everyone,” Mary said, still trying her best to win Madison over.

“Today,” Vince made clear.

“Ok, well I’m going with you so I can look for Fontain because you’re not just going to take things from people in need-“ Madison’s slightly venomous warning was cut off by Gally getting between them and ushering Madison a ways away from them.

“You are not going back there.”

Madison was shocked by the finality, the command in Gally’s voice as he looked down at her. She looked up at him bewildered, tears stinging her eyes. “But Fontain-“

“We really do need someone who knows their way around in there,” Vince said as the others surrounded them again, not giving a damn about their privacy.

“Yes,” Gally said through a clenched jaw. “That’s why I’m going with you.”

She didn’t think it was possible for her to be any more shocked than she already was, but here was Gally pushing her all the way to more complex words like ‘flabbergasted’.

“Alright, we’ll get ready and leave ASAP,” The others said as they broke away.

Gally stood there still holding her shoulders. He must be able to feel her shaking. “What the hell, Gally?”

His eyes squeezed shut for a moment at her tone. She was pretty sure this was the first time she’d ever felt angry with him.

“You’re safe here, I can’t let you go back there,” he said evenly. “We don’t know what things are really like now.”

“I’m sorry,” she scoffed. “It wasn’t too dangerous for me to follow you right through Wicked’s front door, so what’s changed now?”

“Aside from the fact that you’re now in the safest place I can imagine, nothing. Nothing has changed,” he said, matching her urgency but not her irritation. He was almost pleading as he emphasized that statement.

She didn’t want him to leave this safe place either and be separated from him. Her gaze lowered to hide the tears spilling over her lashes as she wondered what happened to sticking together.

Then his rough fingers gently cupped her jaw, lifting her face back up and slightly to the side. His lips landed on her uninjured cheek with more pressure than she expected. It was childlike in a way, like how little kids eagerly press kisses on their beloved mothers, pets, or stuffed toys because it’s just so hard to contain all those big feelings in their tiny bodies.

Either way, it ensured she would feel it long after he had left.

He stood in the berg, a gun in his hands again, and his eyes glued to the floor until the doors were almost closed. He looked at her at the last minute and she took the opportunity to press her fingers to her lips and blow him a kiss. She saw the tension ease from his brows before he completely disappeared from view.

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sunnyie-eve · 2 years

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1 || Greenie

Series: Trust | Maze Runner (Thomas x OFC)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

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Everyday it was the same old same old in the Glade. Everyone did their jobs they were assigned to, to keep the Glade going. Every month we got a new Greenie along with our supplies for the month. Nothing never changed for us. Only thing that was out of place in the Glade was me. The only damn female in the entire Glade. There was literally no one before me when I got here so when the next person came up it was a guy, then another, then another, and another, and another, and so on to this very day.

I've always prayed for another girl to come up in the box but it never happens. Was it uncomfortable being the only girl? Yes, at times but majority of the time no. The guys respected me for a few reasons...

One; I was the main person in charge because Alby said since I was first to arrive. Two; I came up with the whole idea how to run the Glade. Three; I put up with all these guys.

"Do you know when we'll be getting a new greenie soon?" Chuck asks, following me around.

"Any day now. Why? You tried of being called Greenie by Gally?" I laugh, stopping to look at him and his face showed that he was.

"He doesn't even call me by my name and I know he knows it." He huffs, making me pat the top of his head.

"Like I said any day now." I laugh, walking again.

"Bess, Alby said you have to check if you like the plan for building onto Homestead." Gally walks up to me.

"Didn't I give you the go two days ago?" I shift my weight to my right leg crossing my arms.

"I told him that but he said to check again because he doesn't like it. He's hoping you changed your mind." His temper starts.

"What's not to like? You're making part of it bigger so we have more room for future greenies to sleep. Do you have a problem with it?" I ask him.

"No... if I did, I wouldn't have designed it that way." He explains to me.

"Then do it the way you planned to build it." He nods his head walking off but stops as we all look towards the box because the alarm was going off.

"Told you...any day now." I laugh at Chuck.

"Do you think it's gonna be a girl?" Chuck asks, as everyone but us run over to the Box.

"As much as I would love a girl to come up... I doubt it." I laugh as we watch the new guy start running till his legs gave out on him and he tumbled.

"Why are they so rude when we arrive?" Chuck asks as we watch the new guy look at the Maze door.

"They're boys..." I look down at him and he laughs.

The guys put him in the pit so I head over to Alby. "You wanna do this one since I got Chuck last time?" I ask him.

"I'll do this one." He smiles.

"Okay, I'll help Chuck get things for the new Greenie." I walk off with Chuck.

"Hey. Hey there, Green Bean. You're not gonna run again, okay? Good." Alby bends down to the new guy before unlocking the door opening it. "My name is Alby. Now, can you tell me anything about yourself, who you are, where you came from? Anything at all?" Alby asks as new guy starts sniffing.

"No." He shakes his head.

"Can you tell me your name?" Alby asks.

"No. I, uh... I can't remember anything. Why can't I remember anything?" The Greenie shakes.

"It's okay. Hey, relax. Relax. It's normal. It happens to us all. You get your name back in a day or two. It's the one this they let us keep." Alby explains to him.

"What is this place?" The greenie asks.

"Let me show you." Alby puts his hand out to help the guy out.

"We eat here. We sleep here. We grow our own food. We build our own shelter. Whatever we need, the Box provides. The rest is up to us." Alby walks him around.

"The Box?" The new guy look over at it.

"They send them once a month with fresh supplies and a new Greenie. This month, that's you. Congratulations." Alby tells him.

"Sent up? By who, though? Who put us here?" The Greenie asks.

"Yeah, that we don't know." Alby tells him the truth.

"Hey, you all right, Alby?" Newt walks up to the two.

"Green Bean, meet Newt. When I'm not around or Elle, he's in charge." Alby introduces Newt.

"Well, it's a good thing you're always around, then. Listen, that was some dash you made earlier. You know, for a second, I thought you had the chops to be a runner, till you face-planted." Newt says, making Alby chuckle.

"Wait, a runner?" Greenie asks, confused not knowing what a runner is.

"Newt, do me a favor. Go find Elle and Chuck." Alby tells him so Elizabeth knows to bring the Greenie's stuff.

"Look. I'm sorry to rush this. You came up a little late, and there's a lot to do. We got something special planned tonight. Yeah, you'll see." The Greenie follows Alby.

"Ellie, Alby wants you and Chuck now." Newt come up to us.

"Okay, ready?" I turn to Chuck seeing him hold everything.

"Yep." He smiles.

"The tree house right?" I ask Newt.

"Yeah." He nods his head.

"Do you want me to carry anything?" I ask Chuck seeing him struggle a little.

"I can do it." He gives me a look making me laugh as he walks off first.

"He just wants to prove himself since he's no longer the Greenie." Newt stands next to me.

"I'll always treat him like he's my baby brother though since he's the youngest and sweetest boy here." I smile watching Chuck struggle more as he walks to the tree house.

"Hey! What about me?" Newt hits my arm playfully.

"Ehh." I shrug my shoulders walking off turning around giving him a wink.

"Hey, Chuck. Where's Elle?" I hear Alby as I get closer to the tree house.

"I'm here." I look up from the ground to see him standing with the Greenie.

"Green Bean, meet Chuck he was last to arrive so he gets to break you in." Alby introduces Chuck.

"Hey, nice to meet you. Got your stuff ready and pick out a great spot for you right next to mine." Chuck tosses the Greenie his stuff.

"Got a name yet? Don't worry about it. Took me a few days too. Everyone's different. Right Lizzie?" Chuck smiles at me.

"That's right. Took me three days." I smile at him.

"Green Bean, meet Elle. She's the Queen around here." Alby says, making me laugh.

"Funny. Name's Elizabeth but you can call me Liz, Beth, Lizbeth, Lilibet, basically whatever you feel like calling me because everyone around here comes up with a new nickname." I explain as we hear it's time to stop for the day. "Sounds like quit'n time. Chuck, take care of our newbie. You know what to do." I pat the top of his head. "Welcome." I smile at the Greenie then walk off with Alby. "The Queen around here." I mock him.

"You're Supreme Commander, I'm First in Command, Newt is Second in Command. That's just how things are, so we jokingly call you Queen when you aren't around."

"What is the new shank up to?" Gally says, making me see where he was looking, and see the Greenie with Chuck over by the door.

"It's about time. I just saw Minho and Ben pass us." I start to jog over that way with Gally to stop him so he won't wonder off into the maze.

"Hey!" Gally shoves the Greenie making him fall down. "We got to stop meeting like this, Greenie." Gally stands over him.

"Get off me. Hey, don't touch me!" He gets up making everyone jog over to see what's going on.

"All right. Calm, calm, calm." Gally tries to get him to relax but he won't listen.

"Take it easy. Relax." I jump in try to calm him down too.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you guys?" He asks as everyone joins us.

"Just calm down, all right?" Newt tries now.

"No, okay? Why won't you tell me what's out there?" The Greenie freaks out pointing at the open door.

"We're just trying to protect you, man." Alby tries to explain.

"For your own good." Newt adds.

"All right, you guys can't just keep me here." He tells us.

"We can't let you leave." I say so he looks away from the guys to me.

"Why not?" He asks, as a huge breeze comes through the door then doors start to rumble before slowly shutting all the way.

"Next time, I'm gonna let you leave." Gally walks up to him then walks off so I speed walk to him grabbing his arm dragging him away from the guys.

"Gally, he's just scared. You all were scared that first day you came up. Don't you remember what I told you about how I felt for a month...alone." I say letting go of his arm.

"Bess, I'm sorry." Gally tugs my arm pulling me closer so he could pull me into his chest to rub my back.

"Go easy on him. Everyone reacts differently." I look up at him.

"You know I can't make promises." Gally let's out a huff causing me to roll my eyes stepping back to go join Chuck as he walks past us.

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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The Only Girl pt.2

Minho x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1951 words

Warnings: Invasion of the reader’s space, but nothing too much

Summary: Minho noticing the other guys making the greenie uncomfortable, and doing his best to help her acclimate to the glade

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Minho could feel his jaw tightening as he walked with you toward the center of the maze.

This was a bad idea.

Maybe it was because he was the first one to meet you when you got up or maybe it was just the kind of guy he was but in any case, Minho knew that someone was going to have to taste his fist today.

You had been so adamant about going right out and meeting the rest of the gladers, and he couldn’t stop you, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying.

He knew these guys, far better than you did, and he could only imagine how bad this would get. They could be horrible to each other, and that was just over little things.

Minho could only imagine how aggressive they would get when it came to you.

“Hey, slow down a little bit” he called, noticing how your pace sped up a little bit at the prospect of meeting new people. The rest of the gladers had just come into view and it was clear that you were excited.

He just wished you would calm down a little. He’d tried to tell you already that they weren’t all like him.

Minho loved all the guys, but that didn’t mean he was blind to the truth. Bringing you into this place was going to cause some issues, and he also knew himself well enough to know he wasn’t going to make it better.

He didn’t have it in him to be calm and casual like Newt did. If they made one wrong move, he knew that he’d knock them on their ass. It was just in his nature.

Normally, it was fine, and gave him the strength he needed to go into the maze every day. However, when it came to stuff like this, it wasn’t his strong suit.

“I’m not afraid of a couple guys” you sighed, stopping to let him catch up to you, a teasing smirk playing at your lips.

By this point, you were pretty comfortable around Minho, more than you could be with anyone else, but you figured he was being dramatic.

He had been good enough to help you when he didn’t have to, and you wanted to believe that the rest of them would be too. Looking at it that way, you didn't get why he was being so dramatic.

“I know, just stay close okay? At least at first” he asked finally, more for himself than anything. In the last couple hours you’d been spending time together, he’d grown kinda fond of you.

The last thing he wanted to have to do was worry about finding you in the crowd of people. He was already going to be worried enough as it was.

“Fine” you sighed, slowing your pace to match his own.

The friendship you’d formed came rather quickly, but considering the circumstances, it wasn’t all that surprising. In a place like this, all you had was each other, and you needed at least one person you could trust.

In helping you, Minho had become that person, whether he meant to or not.

That one word was enough for Minho to calm down a little, but not much, as the two of you approached the crowd of boys. They had just finished dinner and were setting up for the nightly bonfire.

Knowing they were going to be busy should have relaxed him, but in fact, it did the opposite. .The male just felt like he was leading the lamb to slaughter, as dramatic as that was.

It worried him.

Though, he decided that you’d been warned enough already and kept quiet for most of the walk over after that. Silently, he even hoped that he, Newt, and Alby had been wrong.

Maybe they would all be on their best behavior.

“Hey, she’s up” one of them called, having seen the two of you approach from a bit out. It was a single voice in a sea of bodies, so Minho couldn’t pinpoint who it was, but it didn’t really matter.

All that mattered was every face in that crowd of people turned toward you immediately, curious eyes searching for what they had missed out on.

Even Newt looked shocked, though it was more at the fact that no one had come to get him when you got up. Minho hadn’t gotten very much time between finding you and trying to explain himself before now, in his defense.

He’d been busy.

“Alright you shucks, this is Y/N! She’s still trying to get the hang of all this, so be nice” he suggested, calling out to the crowd as casually as he could, though even you caught onto the bit of venom toward the end of his sentence.

That part wasn’t so much a suggestion as it was an order.

You smiled, trying your best not to get overwhelmed at the grooling feat in front of you. When Minho said there were others here like you, he hadn’t exactly mentioned how many others.

There were at least fifty boys in front of you, all looking at you expecting something, though of what you weren’t yet sure.

There was silence for a moment or two as they all tried to process what they were looking at. You were unlike anything they’d ever had the privilege of seeing before, and that left them searching for something.

More than anything, they were searching for what to say.

They’d never seen or talked to a girl before.

“You okay?” he asked, bumping you with his shoulder gingerly. You hadn’t said or done anything since you’d found yourself in front of them, and he was worried.

You hadn’t even known your name when he first approached you, but you’d talked more then than you were right now. Clearly, this wasn’t exactly what you’d been expecting.

Minho told you.

“Yeah” you tried, though you couldn’t even bother to look over at him as you kept your eyes on all the men in front of you. Each had a different expression on their face, as they tried to make out how this was supposed to go.

However, not one of them felt more lost or confused than you were, you knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

“Hey, get back to work. We have a fire to start” Newt yelled finally, noticing that nothing was going to get back on track if he didn’t intervene.

A pack of bloody idiots, the lot of them.

“Minho” Newt greeted, making his way over to the two of you once he was satisfied with the way the others had dispersed at his order. They wanted to keep watching with the jaws slack, but they knew better than to disobey.

There were rules around here for a reason.

“Hey, I found her in the clearing” he explained, but Newt wasn’t upset. He knew that his friend could be trusted, unlike most of these sorry shucks around here.

Of all of them, he trusted Minho most of all to help you get used to this, only followed by Thomas.

“And you must be Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Newt” he tried, offering a hand to you. His voice was gentle as he addressed you, a soft smile on his face.

He had that same energy about him that Minho did, though it was different too. Newt was softer somehow than the other male, with a more stern demeanor about him.

You liked him.

If first impressions were important to begin with, they were even more important when you couldn’t remember much of anything about who you were.

The fact that you felt like you could trust him too was a good sign, and that was only solidified more when you saw how Minho reacted to him. It was clear that he had a lot of love for the man.

It was good enough for you.

“Hi”

Minho smiled slightly at the way you reacted to the other male, yet to warm up to him completely. You had been that way with him too, a few hours ago.

It wouldn’t be long at all before you warmed up to him, and made Newt your best friend, in the same way.

You were just a friendly person, evidently.

However, there were some things that being friendly couldn’t get you out of. For example, a little later as you were all sitting around the fire, a couple of the other guys started getting friendly as well.

They slid in close to you on your log, and asked you all kinds of questions, each more intrusive than the last.

You didn’t know them well enough to comment on it, nor did you really understand their interactions enough to express how strange it was. All you did know was that you didn’t like how close they were to you.

...And what you liked even less was when one of them reached out to touch your skin.

The man in question, Jet, smiled at you as he leaned over into our space and gingerly stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. It was far too close for your liking, and you weren’t alone in that.

At your side in an instant was Minho, who grabbed the man by his arm, twisting it in the opposite direction of where you were sitting.

He wasn’t entirely sure if it was because he was touching you or because of how clearly uncomfortable you were with it, but it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that he got him away from you as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, Alby had been right. Some of the guys here just couldn’t be trusted with you.

He had hoped they would be better, but evidently not.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He asked, practically yelling into the man’s face as he held him there, so tightly that by the time he’d finished, Jet was kneeling in the dirt.

His shoulder was surely dislocated but he would have been in for a lot worse than that if Gally hadn’t finally pulled him off the other glader.

Personally, the builder would have happily let Minho pummel him, but Alby had requested that he put an end to this, in the way only he could. If anyone mirrored Minho’s strength, it was Gally.

“We’ll take care of him, trust me” Gally promised, letting Minho go only once he was sure that he’d calm down. If it got too out of hand, the other guys would join in and it would just be a huge mess.

It was better to just let the rules of the glade take care of this. Speaking of, they would now have to revisit the rules for your protection, Newt made a note of that.

Minho held the other man for a moment more, before finally letting him go with huff.

As gladly as he would have broken Jet’s forearm, it wouldn’t have made it any better. He was a creep, and he’d learn his lesson, but Minho had better things to do.

Most notably, he wanted to get you out of here.

When he looked back at you, still sitting on tht log, you looked pretty shaken up.

Minho took a second to collect himself before he looked at Newt across the fire, searching for something, anything, to tell him what to do next. All the other male had to do was nod and Minho got the message.

It was permission to take you back to your room, where they were both sure you’d rather be right now.

He knew this was a bad idea.

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xmalereader · 4 years

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Theseus Scamander X Male Reader X Brother! Thomas Shelby

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Summary: Reader is secretly dating Theseus Scamander a man that neither of his families or brothers know about so what happens when Thomas finds out that is little brother is seeing a man that is a little older than him? Let alone a wizard that is hiding from society? How will the reader explain to his family that Theseus is a wizard and how will he explain to Theseus that his family is a poplular gang known in both London and Birmingham?

Warnings: language, slight angst, some fluff, Theseus being a good boyfriend, Thomas being protective, some crossover between the peaky blinders and the wizarding world, newt being a cinnamon roll!

“Were have you been?”

Y/n gasps in surpise as he turns around to see is older brother, Thomas, sitting at the table with a cigar between his lips. It was was midnight and the room was dark, only one candle was lit and somehow it wasn’t enough light to see the rest of the room. “What?” Y/n stutters out nervously, Latelty he’s been sneaking out to see his boyfriend, who by the way lived in London and it was rare for him to visit due to his work keeping him busy.

“Y/n, its late and dark and dangerous, so—“ Thomas stands up from his chair and puts out his cigar in the ashtray that was nest to the candle. “Where were you?” He asks again, his tone being serious this time as he eyes y/n.

Y/n was consider as the baby of the family even though he wasn’t the youngest one, he was actually a few years older than Finn and somehow they still treated him like a baby and his family and brothers were very protective of him. They saw y/n as the innocent type since he wasn’t the one to into his brothers business or to be around whores. No, he wasn’t any of that becuase he was a gentlemen and kind to others, he never smoked or drank neither did he fancy women, he wouldn’t bat an eye at any of them. Something his brother didn’t know about yet.

“I was with a friend, they were visiting town and we decided to catch up by going to the bar.” He mumbles out, trying to lie his way through this one but he already knows that his brother can see right through him. Feeling Thomas’ eyes on him causing him to frown a little. “Who was this friend?” He questions as y/n glares at his older brother. “Why should I tell you? So, that you can look him up and scare him off just like you did to the rest of my friends that you’ve met?” He shot back with crossed arms.

He couldn’t allow his brother to know about his secret. “He can be dangerous.”

Y/n scoffs at Thomas and opens his mouth to say something back to him but quickly stops himself. “Wait...did you say ‘he’?” He questions as he noticed thomas’ lips pull up into a small smirk, causing his own eyes to widen in realization. “You’re not a good liar, y/n.”

“Where you spying on me?!” He hisses out in silence, not wanting to wake up the rest of his family as he clenched his hands into fists. “Not spying, I just happened to see you with a man, you looked rather happy leaving his palce.” Said Thomas as he approaches y/n. “So, tell me who was this man?”

Y/n looks away, he’s kept this secret hidden for two years and he always thought that he was going to make it a little longer but turns out that his time is up. Thomas now knows the truth and before he knows it he’ll be scaring him off too and he’ll end up alone again just how his brothers wanted.

Looking away from his older brother he gives in.

“His name is Theseus and we’ve known each other for two years and he was visiting today. We haven’t seen each other is days and he took the day off from work to come and see me...he’s a really nice guy but knowing you and the others you wouldn’t approve.” He mumbles out, glancing up to see Thomas’ face. He was expecting to see a hint of disappointment or disgust now that his secret was out but he wasn’t able to read his brother. He didn’t know what he was thinking and it was slowly freaking him out.

“Last name.”

Y/n lets out a sigh through his nose, looking down as he quietly answers. “Scamander.”

With that his older brother steps away and walks past him, heading towards the door and without saying anything else he leaves the flat. Hearing the door shut behind him causes him to break down. Knowing that this was officially the end of his relationship.

The next morning he was sitting at the dinning table, eating his aunt Polly’s breakfast as he silently stares out the window. His brother hasn’t returned yet and he was expecting him to come back with a smile on his face but instead he gets a grumpy set of brothers that walk through the door. Thomas slamming it closed as y/n looks over to see his brothers walk over to him, standing around the table as the towered over him. This causes y/n to shrink back in his seat as Polly stares at the others with a confused look.

“The man you were with last night, who was he?” Tommy asks as he stands over y/n with a harsh glare. “I—“

“Theseus Scamander, who is he?!” He shouts this time, causing y/n to flinch as he stares at his older brother and then over to the rest of them. He studies his brothers, taking them in one by one as he suddenly puts the puzzle pieces together, causing him to grin widely. “You didn’t find anything did you?” He challenges his brothers, knowing that it wasn’t making them any happier.

Y/n can only giggle at the realization, not only could his brothers not find out about Theseus but also becuase they don’t know that his boyfriend isnt really from around here.

“Y/n this is serious!” Her hears thomas say but continued laughing.

“What’s going on here?” Said Polly as she steps up to glare at the boys who only gave her a simple glance. Thomas was the first to start explaining their small situation. “Little y/n, here has been seeing someone—“

“A women?”

“No, a man.” Said Thomas. “A man that we can’t figure out, we’ve tried looking into his files but nothing came up and I even sent out my men to search for someone that went by the name Theseus Scamander and we came back with nothing.” He hisses out as Polly takes in the information and frowns. “Thomas this is your brother, you should know that he too can be a good liar.”

This causes y/n to cough. “Actually Polly, I didn’t lie. I told Thomas who he was and his real name, what’s funny is that he can’t seem to find him anywhere.” He slowly stands up from his seat and collects his plates. “And you’ll never find out who he is.” He says the last part darkly as he puts his dirty dishes away and heads up the stairs towards his room, ignoring his brothers calls as he slams his door shut behind him.

He leans back against the door and lets out a deep sigh before pushing himself off, heading towards the window he slides it open and sticks his house out. “Lucy.” He whispers out as he looks around the roof top and grumbles. “Lucy!” He calls out again and gets a hoot in response, causing him to look up to see the white owl standing at the edge of the roof top. Y/n chuckles and extends his arm out, causing the owl to fly down and land softly on his arm as y/n moves back inside the room. “I have a letter for you to send to Theseus.” He sets the owl at his desk and pulls out an envelope.

Good thing he was able to write this letter last night, explaining everything about his family and brothers. Theseus knew that he was a muggle and promised to keep his secret about him being a wizard, he told him a bit about his family but he feels like he hasn’t exactly told him everything so, last night he took his time to write down a huge explanation about his family and he hopes that he doesn’t loose Theseus over this but yet again his family is a gang and they are known for their name.

“Here,” he hands the sealed up letter to Lucy who chirps in return to takes the letter. He helps carry her back outside as he sighs, “be safe.” He adds before watching Lucy fly off into the air. He leans against his window seal as he watches Lucy grow smaller each time to got farther away. “Now, we wait.” He tells himself as he closes the window and curtains. Instead of going back downstairs to face his family he decides to stay locked indoors, not really in the mood to see anyone right now. So, instead he lies in bed and waits for Theseus to respond back.

“Thee, you got another letter.”

Theseus looks up to see his little brother standing by the doorway of his office, holding a letter in hand as he approaches slowly. “Who’s it from?” He asks as Newt sets it down on his desk where Theseus picks it up and checks to see who it is from, Turing it around he sees the name written in nice hand writing and in cursive.

Y/n Shelby

“Its from y/n.” Said thesues with a small smile on his face.

“Must be important, y/n doesn’t usually write.” Newt said, causing worry to hit Theseus. His brother was right, y/n rarely wrote and seeing a letter come in today after seeing each other just yesterday could mean anything.

He gives newt a glance and opens up the envelope, pulling out the letter as he unfolds it and leans back in his seat, reading it silently as newt sits by the fire, drinking some tea with Pickett standing on the table, trying to steal some biscuits from his plate but of course Newt wasn’t allow that.

Theseus on the other hand was reading his lovers letter;

Dear, Thesues

You’re probably asking yourself as too why I am writing since I rarely send you anything, only during urgent times like that last time when our anniversary hit and I sent you a last minute gift by owl. I was actually a little worried, how can such a small creature carry something so big without dropping it? But, of course you always tell me that it involves magic so I let it be and just continued on with sending you stuff, but made sure that they were small items. But anyways, your probably wondering what this letter is for, well you see...I’ve told you about my brothers and how overprotective they can be and last night while you were visiting my older Thomas saw us leaving the hotel last night and he wasn’t too happy about it.

I’m not saying that he doesn’t accepts us—to be honest I don’t even know if he approves or not but he spent all night looking through government files about your family and turns out that he didn’t find anything due to you living someplace else with your own magically government and I was actually happy that he didn’t find more about you but I can’t help but be worried for us.

Theseus, you’ve told me about your family and your world and I feel like I should tell you who my family really is and you see, my family are the Shelbys, we are known as London’s most dangerous people and my family deals with alcohol and horse racing. I’m not really involved with it since I wish to have a normal life but knowing my brothers they won’t allow me to be happy, too afraid that something bad will happen to me. If you’ll like you can try to look my family up and I promise you that you won’ t find anything good about them and I understand if you want to stop seeing each other, I don’t want to expose your world to mine and ill allow you erase my memories so that you can feel safer.

I didn’t want to keep any secrets anymore but now I’m afraid of losing you, but I understand that your wizarding community comes first. Their safety comes first and I dont want to be the one to expose your world. So please, think about what your going to say so that I can be prepared for what’s to come.

Love, Y/n Shelby

Theseus sets the letter down, leaning back in his chair as he takes in the information that y/n had given him. “Thee?” He looks over to see his brother standing next to him with a small smile. “I know its none of my business but, I think you should write back to him...he’s a good man and a good friend.” He said softly as Theseus looks away. He and y/n have been together for two years and they always told each other everything so he knew why y/n would fear his family, afraid of them finding out about him being a wizard, being a powerful human being that can do anything.

Knowing more about y/n’s family did upset him but he loved him with all his heart, for the first time in his life he was actually happy. He’s always wanted to come back home with y/n waiting for him so that the two could kiss and share the same bed. He knows that the ministry can be busy but he always makes time for his loved ones. So, no matter how bad y/n’s family is he isn’t going to let this destroy his happiness.

“You’re right, newt.”

“I am?” He says a little baffled as Theseus chuckles at his brother.

He sits up and grabs some parchment and a quill. “For once you are newt,” he leans forward to starts writing his response.

“Is he nice?”

“Yes.”

“...how old is he?”

Y/n rolls his eyes in annoyance as he sets the paper down. “Aunt Polly I’ve told you before, I’m not saying anything else that’ll only upset you more.” He states out. Its been two weeks since he’s sent Theseus that letter and so far he thinks that their relationship has ended, jus the Thomas wanted all along. “Besides, Thomas scared him off so their is nothing to know about him.” He pushes himself off the couch and makes his way towards his aunts kitchen. He’s been staying with her for the last couple of days, not wanting to face his brothers until he apologizes for what he did but he doubts that his brother would apologize.

“I just want to know who this man was that you were seeing for the last two years.” Said Polly as she sits on the dinning table, giving him a small grin as she says. “I want to know the man that made my nephew happy.” Y/n silently makes himself a cup of tea, avoiding his aunts stare as he bites his lip. “He was a perfect man and a kind lover.”

“Oh.”

He blushes. “He’s also a hard worker, its only him and his brother Newt; his father died in the war and his mother died from an illness leaving the two on their own...he’s the oldest so he watches over his little brother—kind of like thomas.” He shrugs a bit as he sets some water to heat up. “He’s different, he’s not like the other men that I’ve met before; he doesn’t think with his cock.” This causes his aunt to laugh out, bringing a small smile. “Theseus was just—perfect.” His smile soon disappears into a sad one. “And now its all gone, thanks to Thomas.” He turns back to the boiling water, removing it from the stove and pouring some into his teacup.

His aunt watches him as she leans back in her chair. “thomas can be a little overprotective.”

“A little?”

“Alright, a lot! But, y/n you are the baby in the family.”

“Funny how I am the baby when I am ten years older than Finn.” He responds back with a frown on his face.

“What I’m trying to say is; you’re different from everyone else. You don’t go around causing trouble and you wish to be normal, darling you don’t even drink nor smoke I’d say, your barely a Shelby at all.” She explains as he sits across from her. “Thomas doesn’t want you going down the same path as him or the rest of your brothers, which is why he wants to protect you.” Y/n sighs at Polly, listening to her explanation as he stares down at the tea.

“Well you should all know that I’m not a baby anymore, I can take care of myself and I don’t need you all to be spying on me! What I am doing shouldn’t concern you if you know that I’m not like my brothers then maybe you should stop looking out for me...I mean, focus on what is happening with our deals and relationships with other gangs. For all we know, tommy could be getting shot at without us knowin and yet you all worry about me.” He huffs, taking a large drink of his tea. Burning his tongue a little as he cringes in pain.

Polly frowns. “We do this becuase we love you, y/n and we want you to be happy but also we want to make sure that you don’t get hurt while you are alone! Your brothers almost got killed by Solomons last night!” She blurts out as y/n looks away. “If you want me to be safe than let me go.” He says, causing his aunt to gap at him in shock. “Ada has tried to live normal and that didn’t work but I have a chance to be normal if you let me go.”

Polly sighs as she reaches over to takes one of his hands into hers, holding it tight as she slowly nods. “I think you should leave too...if that makes you happy than go.” She gives him a reassuring smile as y/n smiles back. “I’ll help you, we can get you a ticket to London and I’ll make sure to give you some money.”

“I won’t be needing money where I want to go.” He adds in as his aunt raises a brow, causing him chuckle. “Trust me, I know where I want to go.”

Before his aunt could say anything they are cut off by a small tapping on the window. This causes y/n to look over and see Lucy perched upon at the window with a letter in her beak.

“Lucy.” He breaths out, quickly he stumbles out of his chair and heads towards the window. Pushing the window open he allows Lucy in who flies in and finds a cozy spot next to the fire place.

“What the bloody hell is that thing doing here?” He hears Polly say but he ignores her and takes the letter from Lucy who only squeaks in return.

He stares at the envelope, seeing the Scamander heirloom on the front and seeing his name on the back.

Nervously he rips open the envelope and pulls out the letter. Too afraid to see what he says he looks over to his aunt, not knowing what to say.

“This lover of yours must be rich if he can have an owl sending you letters.”

He chuckles at his aunts statement before looking back down the folded up letter. Taking his time he unfolds the letter and reads the black ink writing.

I want to meet your family

Y/n’s eyes widen, “what is it?” Polly asks as he licks his lips. “He—he wants to meet you all.”

“Brave man.”

Y/n nods in return as he looks back at the letter and looks below to see extra writing.

I’ll be Visiting on Thursday, meet at the same spot as usual and don’t be late.

“Thursday, Thursday—“ y/n looks around frantically and picks up the newspaper that he was reading this morning.

Checking the date his eyes widen as it read; October 7th, 1927

He looks over at the calendar to see that the 7th was in fact a Thursday, which meant that Theseus will be arriving today.

Pacing around anxiously by the tunnels he starts to think about what was going to happen today. His aunt had called in everyone for a family meeting and explained to them that Theseus was going to visiting, wanting to meet his family.

Y/n was actually afraid about this, he didn’t know if this was actually a good idea at all and he knows it!

“Y/n.”

He froze in spot and looks up to see Theseus standing at the end of the tunnel.

“Theseus...” he breaths out as he slowly steps forward.

Theseus was making his way towards him as he frantically tried to explain. “I’m sorry thee, I didn’t expect my brother to find out and I know your upset because I lied to you and I just—“ he is cut off by Theseus cupping his face and pulling him into a deep kiss.

Y/n gasps as he stands still, not knowing what to do as Theseus pulls away softly and leans his forehead against his. “I’m not upset or angry I’m just—“ he sighs deeply. “I’m actually nervous.”

Y/n rasies his brows in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He says back as the two chuckle at each other.

“All my life I’ve been looking for someone who’d love me for who I am, I don’t care if your a muggle and your family are all gangsters. All I want is to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to come home everyday to you and be able to sleep on the same bed.” He strokes y/n cheek with his thumb as he smirks. “So, once this is over we are leaving to London and I want to get married.”

Y/n eyes widen. “M—married? Theseus that isn’t allowed here.”

“No, it’s not. But where I’m from it’s legal, a muggle and a wizard can get married as long as your society doesn’t know then will be fine.” He explains, looking down at y/n to see him smiling with tears in his eyes. “Then let’s get married.” He whispers back, leaning up to give Theseus a kiss.

“This is him?” Arthur points at Theseus, scoffing as he looks at him up and down. “Scamander, funny name ain’t it?”

“Arthur.” Both y/n and Polly say at the same time which comes to shock the brothers.

Arthur can only grumble as he stares at the others with a disapproving look, Arthur was always disapproving of everything.

The rest of the brothers stayed silent, until Finn was the first to step up. He walks over to Theseus and extends his hand out to shake, “I’m Finn, the baby of the family but they don’t really treat me as one since y/n took that spotlight from me.” Y/n shakes his head and chuckles.

Theseus gives Finn a smile and shakes his hand. “Theseus, your brother doesn’t talk much about me for reasons but he does speak highly about you.”

“Really?” Finn grins at y/n who rolls his eyes. “Alright, we get if your the best brother.” He murmurs out as Finn giggles and lets go of Theseus hand.

John was up next, introducing himself as well as the two shake hands. “Names John, I used to share beds with y/n each time he had a nightmare but from the looks of it you seemed to have stolen my job.” He smirks at the two as y/n blushes deeply. “John!”

Theseus laughs. “To be honest we haven’t shared a bed together, I’ve been busy working in London that we only have enough time to have dinner together.” He explains, this shocks the brothers a little bit.

They know that y/n doesn’t ‘sleep’ around with anyone but they all expected him to be sleeping with Theseus by now since they’ve been together for two years, but once this information came out. Now they know that their brother must be really innocent!

Ada is the third one to greet Theseus, instead of shaking his hand she immediately hugs him, catching Theseus by surprise but of course he hugs back. Y/n grins and leans close, “He’s a hugger.”

“I can tell.” Ada laughs out as she pulls away and gives him a small pat on the shoulder. “I might say; you’ve got a handsome one, you said he has a brother right?” She teases out.

Theseus smiles. “Yes, Newt but unfortunately my brother is actually engaged.” Ada pouts, “Well it was worth a try, he must be a very handsome man as well, maybe a gentleman too.”

“Oh believe me, he’s something.” Both y/n and Theseus say.

They continued on with meeting everyone properly. Theseus seems to get along more with his aunt Polly and Ada, he tries to speaks to his brothers and of course arthur is still not amused but he too tries to get to know Theseus.

So far, everyone is happy to know who his mysterious man was. All but Thomas, he’s been sitting by the corner watching Theseus carefully.

Tommy was going to be the hardest to get aporoval from since he was seen as the higher upper. Whatever choice Tommy made was the choice that everyone had to either agree or disagree too.

“Tommy.”

Y/n calls out for his brother who’s gaze slowly turns to him. He was nervous and fidgety, “I know you hate the idea of me being with a man but, can you at least talk to him or get to know him?” He pleads out.

“It’s not the idea of you dating men, what bothers me is that your growing too fast.” This catches y/n off guard.

“Tommy I’m not a child anymore, I’m twenty eight and I know how to take care of myself. Theseus has done nothing to make me feel uncomfortable and he’s patient too.” He sits next to his brother, looking over to Theseus as he bites his lip nervously.

“Theseus proposed to me.”

Thomas’ eyes widen.

“I’ll be leaving tonight to live with him.”

“Y/n—“

“Before you say anything, hear me out!” Y/n turns to face his brother properly. “I know what you and the others think about me and I know that you want me to have a normal life and far away from all this and that is what I’m doing. I’m leaving to London Tommy, to a place where no one knows me—a place to restart, so I need you to let me go.” He explains to his brother. “I promise to visit whenever I can, Theseus isn’t someone who’ll keep me locked up. He knows his precious my family is to me and he won’t ever do something to keep me from seeing you all.”

Thomas Can tell that his brother was being serious about this, about leaving and starting a new life. He’s always watched over him, watching him grow throughout the years only to see him leave.

He looks over to Theseus who was speaking to their aunt and brothers, getting along just fine before turning back to y/n, giving him one of his rare smiles. “Go, go and get married and live a normal happy life.”

Y/n smiles widely and leans over to hug Thomas who also hugs back. “Thank you.” Said y/n as he pulls away from his older brother.

Thomas chuckles and stands up. “Right then, let go meet your fiancé and see if he fits too my satisfaction.” Y/n laughs, “I think you’ll like thee very much, he reminds me a bit of you.” He adds before watching his brother head over to Theseus. Giving him a proper greeting as y/n leans back against the wall with a smile on his face.

This was his family and home but it was time to move on and to restart once again.

#male reader #peaky blidners imagine #peaky blinders x male reader #thomas shelby x male reader #thomas shelby #theseus x male reader #theseus scamander x male reader #ftawtft #crossover

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writingsbychlo · 3 years

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smoke and fire (03)

word count; 10,638

summary; you and thomas almost find some common ground, but clinging to petty hatred might ruin it all.

notes; making some progress, and I know y’all are going to love the tension building.

warnings; burnings buildings, minor burns, reference to injury, reference to explosions.

Humming along to the tune playing from your phone, it was plugged into the speaker atop the counter, the lowest volume you could get it as you tried to keep the volume down. You never had been one to sleep while at the Firehouse, no matter how late at night your shifts were, and while this was your team’s two weeks of night shift rotations, you’d adapted to it easily.

Maybe you’d been forced to. Maybe you’d force yourself to. You weren’t exactly comfortable with the team yet, and something about going to sleep surrounded by people you didn’t know felt uncomfortable to you. You trusted them with your life, your job required that you did, but you would only get restless sleep anyway.

Cooking, however, was something you were comfortable with. Cooking at night while the rest were asleep, the clock barely tickling past 5AM as they all slept until called to duty gave you free time to be with your own thoughts.

The smell of frying bacon was filling the room, lyrics falling quietly from your lips as your hips swung, and you heard the first of your colleagues begin to shuffle into the room. You turned to look over your shoulder, Minho being the first to wake, and you’d learned recently that he was always the first to wake. He was an early bird, someone who normally went for a jog before coming on his shifts, and he groaned, scratching at his stomach while the other arm stretched over his head, trying to wake himself up a little more.

“Smells like bacon. Did you make enough for two?”

“I made enough for about twenty.” You teased, hearing his sleepy laugh, and he came to hop up onto the island counter behind you, bypassing the chairs as he took a seat on the higher surface instead, and he rubbed at his eyes.

“You cooked for us?”

“I cooked for me, and figured I might as well make sure you all get a healthy breakfast in, too. Can’t have you slacking on the job because all you ate for breakfast was three candy bars and a skittle, can I?” You grabbed for a plate, a stack that you’d placed beside yourself, the first one being dished up to your friend. A couple of pancakes from the hot plates, sausages, bacon, eggs, and a pot of coffee, and you dished it up, sliding it towards a seat as he fetched a set of knives and forks for you both, groaning loudly at the sight of food.

“This looks amazing.”

He took a seat on the stool this time, poking at it all in the lower light as he chopped up his food, folding a piece of bacon inside a pancake, and lifting the bundle to his mouth. Serving yourself up and covering the rest, you leaned against the counter in front of him, beginning to chop at your food. As he chewed the mouthful longer, he tipped his head back, a louder and longer groan falling from his lips as he showed his appreciation for the meal, and you covered your snicker with your food, chewing a mouthful and shaking your head fondly.

“Who’s folding porn in here? It better not be Minho, again.”

“Again?” You almost choked on your food as Winston came wandering in, your brow raising as you turned to your colleague, and he sighed dramatically.

“They were filming a tour video for the Firehouse for a thing online, I don’t know.” He waved his hand, shoving another forkful into his mouth, and you realised the men here had never been raised to chew with their mouths closed, as though they were raised wild as teens. “Anyway, I was seeing this chick at the time, and y’know, she was hot. A bit too feisty even for me.”

“I somehow find that hard to believe.”

“Hey, there are things even I wouldn't do!” He objected, and behind you, as he helped himself to food, Winston snorted. “Yeah, not much, though.”

“Anyway, as I was saying, she comes to visit me at work. She’s got her hands all over, she was just dating me because I was a fireman. She drags me behind a truck and we were, well, making out pretty heavily. Like teenagers behind the science block. They caught it on the camera while touring, and had to cut it all out and refilm that section.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal, and Winston took a seat beside him, your eyes fixed on your coworkers, brows raising.

“It was more than just making out. She had her legs around your waist.”

“She did not!” Minho scoffed, crumbs of the food flying everywhere, and you couldn’t contain the laugh as he turned to punch his friend in the arm, the two setting off in a weak match of slaps and punches as they tried to keep eating.

Brenda was next through the door, already seeming to look composed and poised like she’d had hours to get ready, all but gliding through the room, and she flickered her eyes over the two tussling boys. “What’s going on in here?”

“Winston was just telling me about the time Minho got caught on camera kissing a chick behind the trucks.”

“Oh, you mean the girl with her legs around his waist?” Brenda was then immediately drawn into the argument, hissed whisper-shouts as you tried to contain your laughter, and as the hours ticked on from the discussion, your plate slipped into the dishwasher, a fresh pot of coffee being started, more and more of the team began to join the room. The next was Gally. His nose turned up at the offer of coffee, Brenda mocking him for his selective taste in teas, trying to copy his accent too, but he did help himself to a plate of food. Clint and Jeff were next, the two practically attached at the hip, moving as a unit, always one with the other. They were talking among themselves as they got their breakfasts, but took enough time free to offer their greetings to everyone, mumbling a vague ‘thank you’ to ‘whoever had cooked’, before they were sitting at the table and becoming invested in their conversation once again.

Newt came in next, bright and cheery and full of energy, as he had been for the last three days since getting the boot taken off his foot and being able to rotate his ankle and walk normally again, limp barely present now he was like a bright ray of sunshine, rising with the actual sunrise. Fry and Zart followed, passing through as the sun in the room rose, the music being drowned out by the loud chatter in the room, the clattering of cutlery and utensils, with the vague noise of the morning news being turned on for a weather update.

Taking your phone back from where it was placed on the stand, you lifted it up, barely any of the food you’d made remaining, and you felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment at providing for your team, and never having a single complaint. It wasn’t often that you made this kind of gestures, it wasn’t often worth it, not when you were so used to take your meals and finding a quiet spot to eat alone, but more and more, you’d been finding yourself enjoying the company of the people around you, progressively feeling more included in the conversations and activities as the ripples across the water caused by your arrival began to settle.

Chuck was a late riser, still looking completely dazed as he stepped into the room, a little wobble in his step, and you took the liberty of creating a plate for him, and a large mug of coffee, taking it over to where he had slumped down at the dining table with his head rested on his hands, eyes already closing. Creeping up behind your friend, you leaned down, light snores leaving him as he began to doze off again, despite being surrounded by stimulation, noise and light.

“Boo!”

He jerked violently, almost knocking the food and mug out of your hand as he sat up, looking shocked for just a moment, before red-twinged cheeks were facing your directions, narrowed eyes in a glare, and a scowl on his face. “You suck.”

“I brought you food and coffee.”

He considered it for a moment, eyes sweeping over the plate, before sitting up a little straighter. “Okay, you suck slightly less now.”

He accepted the offerings, digging in almost instantaneously, and you took a seat beside him, sipping the hot drink in your own hands as you absorbed the environment. Making friends was hard when you skipped about so much, even making friends outside of work, as you moved from one side of the city of the other to new houses, never bothering to decorate or properly unpack because you weren’t sure how long you’d ever be in one location.

It was undeniably nice to be surrounded for once, and not be immediately looking for the next exit.

Chuck was happy to just talk, filling the space between you both as he spoke about everything he could think of. He told you about his mother, and his four older sisters, the second of whom was getting married, and the first of whom was halfway through her pregnancy, and how excited he was to become an uncle. He asked you about your bruises, and how the swelling was doing, making you demonstrate the rotations of your arm for him as the muscles no longer ached as you could lift them over your head, some discoloured splotching where the bruises were almost healed was all that was left.

As the clock ticked over, just past 8AM, the room was full. Even Vince having passed through and joined you all for a cup of coffee and a reasonably quick chat, giving into the teasing he was getting from Newt and Brenda about an update on the doctor he’d been seeing, her name revealed as Mary now things were getting serious, and you hoped to meet her one day at the hospital.

It was clear to you that the people here were a family, and despite the friction between you and some of the members, certain ones sticking strong with their guards up against you as they followed in their Lieutenant’s footsteps, you were winning some of them over. Newt had yet to bring it back up, the challenge that he’d issued you of giving it a year, and promising that this house would be different, but you knew he hadn't forgotten the conversations, because every so often, you’d catch his gaze lingering on you when you were chatting to another colleague, and reaching out a little more.

Chiming about your head signalled a call coming in, the room falling from commotion and filled with activity to dead and silent as everyone listened, and the second it was over, all of the chairs were scraping, pots and cutlery clammering as plates were stacked up haphazardly, and the room was cleared in seconds. Only you and Newt remained, being given a free minute, maybe two at the maximum, as you waited for the foremen to grab their equipment and swap out shoes for protective boots, gear in hand as they loaded the trucks.

“I’m going to go and check on Tommy, make sure he’s up.”

You nodded, realising now why the atmosphere around you was so peaceful. There was no walking on eggshells or lingering glares, nothing that might put you off about saying the wrong thing in fear of getting yelled out, or burning gals into the back of your skull, but simply the calm and quiet of being surrounded by people who were at least civil with you, instead of hating your guts.

Grabbing the trays that were barely even warm now, the food having cooled a while ago, you stacked up what was on a single plate, covering it with a quick wrap of foil, and watching as Thomas stumbled on past in a flurry of movement that made you think he might trip, grabbing his boots from the floor and his coat and helmet form the rack, not even bothering to change them before getting onto the squad truck waiting, and watching as it disappeared.

Tucking the reserved plate into the fridge, everything else was left out to be sorted later, and you grabbed the keys from the rack, meeting Newt in the doorway, the two of you jogging side by side to the vehicle. Since the period of time when you’d been driving instead of him while his boot was on, he seemed to have gained a little more trust in you, allowing you to drive the vehicle instead, every so often, despite how precious the rig maybe to him.

Doors slamming shut on either side, and as soon as the engine was on, Newt flipped on the emergency sirens, letting you strap yourself in beside him as you began to pull out of the courtyard, chasing after the red trucks ahead of you both in a rapid pursuit to your destination.

Early morning traffic cleared, the palm of your hand continually pressing down on the horn as people tried to pull back across lanes in the road as soon as the firetrucks had cleared, never having the patience to wait for the ambulances to go through to, but you battled to keep up with them, the smaller vehicle making it easier to navigate and weave through the other cars.

Smoke was already curling up into the air as you arrived, thick and dark, worrying bursts of it, and the stench of gas was filling the car as soon as you arrived on the street, pulling up to the sidewalk and throwing the van into park.

Hopping out of the vehicle, you let out a long breath, trying not to cringe at the smell on the air or the taste it was leaving in your mouth, your stomach twisting a little. You shared a look with Newt, looking around at the situation as you tried to assess it all, feet carrying you closer to the group of firefighters who were coming up with a game plan for the situation at hand. Thomas was already barking orders, hair messy from scratching at it and running his hands through with stress, a look you’d seen several of the men get when things shit the fire, pun intended, and you came to a halt.

Crossing your arms over your chest, Thomas’ eyes flicked to you and Thomas, words pausing in his mouth, snapping shut as he tried to reevaluate the plan. sniffling at the air, he groaned a little, skating his head.

“Alright, Minho’s on shutting these gas lines. Go and find an override until we can get this fixed. Take Chuck with you.” The official firefighter nodded, the unofficial firefighter perking up a little at the task, and pulling on their masks, the two of them set off. “Can I get paramedics setting up a stretcher straight away, we got reports that there’s a family inside, the house that started the fire. Mother was cooking when the main exploded, and it shot right through to her stove.”

You had your instructions, the two of you heading in a quick jog back to the van, because no matter what everyone else did, you had your instructions. The back of the van was opened, and you worked on unfastening the stretcher wheels as Newt prepped the van, a medkit laid out on the shelves and the ramp down. There were already people beginning to inch their way, undoubtedly complaining of headaches and nausea due to the exposure.

There was a breeze along the road, warm and reasonably calm, nothing intense enough to whip up smoke and dust into your eyes, and it was good at clearing away the lingering cloud of gas on the street, but it wasn’t so good for the firefighters. You couldn't help the way that your eye swerve flickering over to the house every so often, bright and roaring as you felt the heat all the way from here, warm cheeks under the burning glare, and you worried the flames would spread.

They were only raising higher, the entire downstairs of the house had taken alight, and Thomas and his team were still trying to work out how to get inside of the house without endangering themselves, and how to get the family out. Brenda was on hoses, dragging the reel down the street to the closest fire hydrant as fast as she possibly could, trying to screen the nozzle into place.

It was easy enough to access people, giving them each a small mask and an oxygen tank, sitting them down on the opposite curb of the sidewalk, and making sure to run along and check on their symptoms again every five minutes. The roads had been closed off on either side, barricaded by police cars and trucks, and Minho and Chuck were returning, helping Brenda with the hose as they went. The first member of the family was being brought out, a young girl being carried by who you assumed to be Gally, purely based on the height of hi as he came running over, the little girl in his arms out cold as she hung limply in his grip, and he rushed to lay her down against the bed.

“Newt, can I get a monitor?”

He yelled his reply, words not making much sense as he fumbled in the back of the van, grabbing at the monitor as best he could, and you began your initial assessment of her. Your suspicions were confirmed as the helmet and mask form the firefighter before you were removed, Gally staring down at you, wide eyes as your hands scanned along her. Tipping her head back, you opened her mouth, checking her throat hadn't become blocked, before using the small flashlight on your keychain to check the reaction in her pupils.

“She’s got some rapid ration to light in her pupils, no brain damage, smoke and gas inhalation isn’t too bad.” He let out a sigh of relief, lips flicking up at the sides as you confirmed her safety to him. Pressing gently along her lungs, you found no broken bones or ribs, making sure to keep her head a little tipped back so her airways were open as best they could be, and Newt rounded the table to the other side Bumping Gally out of the way slightly, the taller boy stepped back, waiting anxiously for more confirmation. It was sweet, his concern for the younger ones, and you’d noticed it over the last month and a half, watching him interact with children was always special. “You got a sister, Gally?”

“How’d you know?”

“Call it a lucky guess.” You teased, watching Newt beginning to cut away the sleeve of her shirt to hook up a child-sized heart monitor band onto her arm. Gally seemed just as panicked, and you’d be willing to bet money on his little sister being young, probably around this girl’s age, and seeing his own family in the victims. “Tell me about her? I bet she’s really cute.”

“She is, actually. She’s going through a unicorn phase, has been ever since turning seven.”

Bingo.

“She likes glitter too, and if you ask her what her favourite colour is, she’ll probably say rainbow. My parents have this neighbour, who is a couple years older than her, but they still hang out. The neighbour just got her first eyeshadow kit, you know, those ones they give away as free gifts with kids magazines and stuff? All the latest gossip on Selena Gomez or High School Musical, or whatever?”

You laughed a little bit, stepping away into the truck long enough to find another of the pre-prepared rows of oxygen tanks made up, and bringing it back with a small mask. Putting the band over her head, a soft beeping took up around you both as Newt confirmed that he couldn't find any further injuries on the girl, her stomach feeling soft and so there wasn’t much likelihood of any internal injuries, she was just unconscious. “Hey, don’t knock those magazines! That’s where I got my first lip gloss from!”

“She’s too young for makeup!” He huffed, the overprotective brother in him shining through to the foreground as he spoke. “So, uh, this little one. She’s going to be okay?”

“Of course, she is. Newt and I are a great team!” You beamed, Newt cheering from a few metres away where he’d wandered off to go and check on the other patients, check they were all still doing okay, no further symptoms arising. Turning the box with the heartbeat to him, his eyes closed in on it, looking as confused as ever. “There’s a lot of symbols and crap that looks confusing, I know, but just listen. Steady heartbeat, nice and strong.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, it is.” Pointing to a collection of numbers, the meaning of which was like reciting the alphabet to you but you didn’t have time to explain it to Gally right now. “See these numbers, that means her heart is staying at that strength too, she’s not fluctuating or dipping, she’s doing just fine. She’s got a mask on, and other than a killer headache when she wakes up, she’s going to be just peachy.”

“Thank you.” He finally let his shoulder’s slump, looking back towards the house, and pulling his mask back on, a nod shared between you both as his helmet followed, and with that brief break to check on the young girl he’d saved, he was returning to guide his team.

The flames in the wind were getting awfully close to the other house, despite the teams trying to put out the flames, but there were only two hoses, and they had to focus on getting the downstairs of the current house controlled first. Now that the gas was out, the flames were beginning to be tamed, no longer having an accelerant to burn on, only the fuel of the house, but it didn’t make the charred black marks along the outside of the house any less concerning.

The second patient you were receiving was the father, coughing and spluttering, conscious but in a worse state than his daughter, though he looked like he didn’t care about any of it as his eyes locked onto the little girl, and he tried to put more weight on his own two feet and less on the member of your team who was holding him up.

You didn't get to see who this was, because he was dashing away from the second that the man was showing signs of being able to support his own body, right back into the flames to become a hero once again. You rushed forward as he stumbled, hands grabbing onto him to try and keep him held up, and you walked him backwards slowly as he wheezed, sitting him down on the edge of the truck, his eye moving over to his little girl.

“My girl-”

“-is going to be just fine, sir, don’t you worry. I’ve already checked her out, and she’s doing great. She’s strong, a little fighter!” You offered him a smile, one that he weakly returned, his shoulder’s slumping as he coughed violently. “Can you tell me your name?”

“John.” He wheezed, and you nodded, grabbing a fresh set of forms from the truck and placing them down beside him. Checking his airways and his vision, you deemed him okay, asking him about his pain levels, while preparing a new mask for him, and hooking it all up, twisting the oxygen on and hearing the canister let out a little hiss as it was activated.

“Can you tell me your last name?”

“Davidson.” He muttered, accepting the mask happily from you as you held it out to him, lifting it over his head, and he was covered in soot, ash still lingering in the hair around his head, a light burn on the patches of clear skin on the top, his head ducking as you began to check them over.

“Well, Mr Davidson, I’d say you’re looking rare, maybe medium-rare, but you’ll be just fine.” His eyes creased a little at the sides, a muffled laugh from behind the mask as he tried to take deep and steadying breaths, nodding his head. “You think you can start filling out those forms for me? Get one filled out for every member of your family, and it’ll save you so much time at the hospital, and it’d really do me a solid.”

He held slightly shaking hands out to you, a collection of them all pinned on the board, beginning to write his name slowly, both of your attentions looking up at the sound of snapping wood. The porch had collapsed, the smoke in the doorway clearing a little, but just because the lower flames were beginning to give way, the upper was still burning bright, only catching more heat, and you nibbled on your lower lip.

“Everyone is alright, neighbours are doing a headcount among themselves, but there’s an elderly chap, mid-seventies, name of ‘Mr O’Hare’ seeming to be missing.”

The sound of a pain clattering onto the metal of the ambulance floor before rolling away and hitting the concrete made you jump, both of you turning with raised brows to look at the man behind you, Crouching down to get the pen again, you handed it back to him, and he raised a weak hand to pull at his mask, concern and imminent fear on his face again. “That’s our neighbour.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Mr O’Hare, that’s our neighbour. He hasn’t been doing so well, lately, my wife brings him groceries every week, his family comes to visit. He sleeps a lot, he gave us a key to get in to put the groceries away.” A wash of panic set over both you and Newt, your eyes flicking back up to the house you’d been concerned about, the black marks of charring on the walls beginning to grow as the flames curled over, and as you squinted a little, you found the edges of the rood were already beginning to powder to ash, sizzling orange as the risked igniting.

You grabbed ahold of Newt’s arm, encouraging the man in your care to go back to the sheets he should be focusing on, trying to keep him calm. “Nobody has been in that house yet, Newt. That house is full of gas, the doors and windows are closed. It’s a time bomb waiting to go off.”

“You’d better go and find a fireman, because here comes the wife, and I’m going to need to go to the hospital as soon as she’s checked out.” You only nodded your head, grabbing for your medkit, swinging the bags up onto your shoulders and setting off. The first you came across was Chuck, standing outside of the building at the back of the house, making sure no wires were becoming trapped, and just as you were about to try and get his attention, a blur of movement in your peripherals brought you to a stop.

A concerned neighbour, no idea what was about to happen but you felt like you were watching it in slow-motion as the young man made his way up toward the door, kicking at it roughly as he did, the lock popping as he tried to venture inside for his neighbour. A split second, he’d barely gotten through the doorway, before the loud explosion of a houseful of gas igniting in an instant made your eyes ring, as though your eardrums had shattered. The blast sent you down to the floor, smoke, splintered wood, shards of glass, all flying around you at the sudden implications.

You could hear muffled screaming around you, your fingers digging into the dirt beneath you as you scraped your hands back to your body, and pushed yourself up. Cuts along your skin, nothing you couldn't take care of, simply the light pieces of glass that had flown past, leaving a message in their wake, a warning not to play with anything sharp. Large hands locked onto your body, pulling you to your feet, and you blinked away the stunned feeling you had, watching as the mask was lifted.

Shaking your head little, it all suddenly came back into focus, piercing sounds, the yelling of worried neighbours, and the closer yelling of the man in front of you. Gally. “(Y/L/N), are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m good, I’m fine. A few bumps and scratches, nothing serious.” He nodded his head, eyes sweeping over you regardless, and you pushed messy hair back out of your face. “There’s someone in that building, though. I was going to suggest going through the door after leaking the gas out slowly, but it’s a bit late for that now.”

You looked around, a cord forming around the man who’d been blasted back, and it wasn’t looking good.

“We’re going to need another ambulance. Call med, get one here.”

He nodded, his head, stepping away from you for a second to bring his radio to his mouth, and your hand snagged onto Chuck’s arm, shaking him a little as he stared in abject horror at the scene before him, his age really showing on his face now. Orange flickered over his features, the presence of freckles on your friend’s face distracted by hair that almost looked red in front of flames, and you shouted his name to catch his attention, wide eyes snapping to you.

“Where’s your team?” He raised a hand, pointing to the smoke of the building, and you nodded your head. He was rattled, and you shook him a little, hands on the lapels of his fireproof jacket for leverage. “Hey, Chuck, listen up. This is no time to freeze, alright? You’re a firefighter, now get someone who can spare a hand on the radio, because there’s someone else who needs saving.”

He swallowed thickly, nodding his head, and bringing the device up, button on the side pressed to talk into, and it crackled for a minute as he put the message out there, waiting for someone to reply. Grabbing his arm, you dragged him along behind you, letting him stand behind you as you shouldered through to find the groaning man on the floor, skin raw and burned, grit stuck to him from where he’d rolled along the floor in the blow back, and you hissed a little, kneeling down.

Dropping your bag and snapping on a fresh pair of gloves, Chuck sent out another call for help, and you rolled the man onto his back carefully. There wasn’t much you could do for him here, except get him on a mask and disinfect his wounds, but it wasn't going to be a pleasant process. A canister of disinfectant was your best bet for covering raw areas this large, and you pulled it out, shaking it aw you went.

“Chuck, what’s wrong?”

You bit your tongue from groaning at who replied, glancing over your shoulder for a second, the nervous boy’s eyes meeting yours, and you gave him a nod, staying focused on your task at hand and waiting for Chuck to speak instead. “We’ve got a situation, Lieutenant. That building that just went up, (Y/N) says there’s someone trapped inside, upstairs, I think.”

“Fuck. Not exactly getting in through the bottom floor, are we?” There was a series of rattles, scuffling as you assumed them to be checking over the rooms, and you swallowed thickly, hearing the wailing sirens of another ambulance beginning to get close enough to you. The conversation around you fell away, letting Chuck and Thomas hash out a plan, before you were looking back to the man on the floor, his eyes wide and on yours, shaking with pain as he still tried to stay strong.

“Hey, that was real brave of you there. Trying to save your neighbour, huh?”

“I just wanted to help.” He mumbled, words broken and light as he tried not to cry them out, his voice strained, and you nodded your head.

“Yeah, and it was admirable. One of the bravest things I’ve ever seen, and I work with firefighters! I’m going to get you patched up, alright?” He nodded his head, gritting his teeth as you warned him that it was going to hurt, before spraying the cleaner over his skin, and a shrieking scream left his lips. It was blood-curdling, and you’d never get used to the way your stomach clenched or your teeth ground together when you knew you were causing someone that pain, even if you were trying to help. It would cool, a foam setting over his skin as it dissolved softly, and the pain faded away as the paste helped start to remove trapped heat from his skin, soothing burns and making him slump back a little. “You hear those sirens, real close now. They’re for you.”

He only nodded, before a hand was finding your shoulder, and Chuck was pulling you back a little, much to your confusion.

“What is it, Chuck? I need to get him loaded onto an ambo’.”

“No, you need to come with me.” Your brows furrowed, his hands finding your wrist, and as the ambulance pulled up, you caught sight of another paramedic, one you’d seen around the halls at the hospital, flagging them down to where the man was as they grabbed a board and set off toward him. “Lieutenant has a plan, best we got.”

“Alright, what is it?”

He stopped you before the truck, opening up one of the storage doors on the side, eyes scanning over you for a second, before he was beginning to pull out equipment. “We’re going to extend a ladder from one window to the other, crawl across, and get him. Then, come back across the ladder.”

“That’s a twenty-foot drop, you’d break bones if you fall, maybe even your neck, and the older man in that house won’t be able to balance.”

“He’s going to have to.” Chuck placed a helmet onto your head, wrapping a jacket around your arms, and you barely caught the mask he was pressing into your hands. “You’re going to have to as well, because he’s going to need a medical check.”

“A medical check? The man won’t even be conscious with the amount of gas built up in there!”

“Good thing you’re coming then. Do your job well, save his life.” The static-covered voice over the radio called out, and you glared at the device, jaw clenching at the insinuation that you ever did anything less than your best. Gally and Winston were unloading a manual ladder from the truck, setting off into the house with it, and you gulped as you felt your friend's hands move along the front of the jacket to fasten it up. Pants came next, a large pair of baggy and protective pants, stepping into them as he held them out to you, as fear filled your body at the idea of having to crawl from one burning building and into another. “Hurry up and get her kitted, Chuck, we don’t have all day! Floors getting weaker up here by the second.”

He followed with boots, a little too big for your feet but they would do, your sneakers left discarded on the floor beside you as he laced them up, and you forced yourself to be strong, just like everybody else had been today. Leaning down to take the radio and make sure it was on for you to speak into, you found yourself rearing into action. “I’m going to get a neck brace from our ambo’ and a blackboard, our best bet is to just slide him across it while he’s unconscious, like a conveyor belt, fastest way.”

“I’ll get you two men and we’ll call in for a third ambo’ to collect him.” Thomas confirmed, and you tried to get used to walking in the heavy material, feeling like your body was being weighed down by all the gear. Newt was just getting himself ready to leave for the hospital, closing up the back of the ambulance, and his eyes scanned over you before a cheeky grin was taking place.

“Wow, look at you. Hot date?”

“Yeah, real hot.” You muttered, jabbing a finger over your shoulder. “I need the backboard and the neck brace, I’ll meet you back at the station, alright?”

He only nodded his head, hanging both pieces of equipment to you and sealing up the van, but before you’d managed to catch sight of the smile that John had sent you, his wife petting their daughter’s hair as they were confirmed to all be alright.

Chuck checked your mask, turned on your tank, and a rush of pure air filled your lungs as you took a breath, before the helmet was being placed over your head, and you already felt like you were burning up from the inside out. You’d dashed into a burning building before, hopped up on adrenaline and desperation, but this somehow felt different.

Like an out of body experience as you felt the wooden flooring chip under your feet, crunching as it burned away to ash, the actors half-fallen apart, and Chuck guided you upstairs slowly the bottom of the house utterly destroyed. Brenda met you at the top, her hands held out for you to take, her fingers wrapping around your forearms as you reciprocated, and she eased you the rest of the way up.

Minho was next, visible through his mask as you got closer, and he nodded his head to you, hands holding firmly onto the hose as he tried to get control over the building once again. It felt odd, like you were walking in one of those simulation arcade attractions or playing a video game, every movement you made never feeling like your own through the layers of equipment.

The ladder was already set up, balancing precariously from one window ledge to the other.

The one opposite you seemed much more secure, not yet tarnished by flames, whereas this one was uneven, the end being held down by Gally, and all the men in the room stood a little teller, springing to action as you reserved. “About time.”

“I was doing my best.” You sneered, brown eyes rolling a little at you through the cover of the glass. Gally took the board from you, tying a piece of rope to each end of it, and checking the length, and you wandered over to the window ledge, looking out and peering down at the grass below.

“I’m going to go over fist, and secure it at the other end for you, then you come over. We get him on the board, send him back. Gally and Chuck will take him out to the ambo’. You’ll go across next, Minho will hold the ladder for you, and I’ll come last, you got it?”

You could only nod your head, feeling like the information was going in one ear and out of the other, and your head spun a little as you watched Thomas climb up and out of the window, crawling his way across the divide in a fast shuffle, no hesitation present, jumping right into the action.

He pried the window open, a precarious balancing act that made your breath hitch in your throat as the ladder-bridge wobbled, before he was slipping inside. Turning back and waving his hands out, Gally sent the board across, a piece of string pulled tighter, and now, you understood what the string had been for, the length reaching all the way from one house to the other, even when the board was taken inside and laid on the floor.

You were next, hands placed on the edge of the window, and jumping back a little as still fighting flames from the lower floors roared up at you. Your back pressed to Gally’s chest, and he placed a shoulder on your upper arm, the tank between you both that had collided with his chest making him huff, but he squeezed reassuringly and pushed your forward again.

“Any time today would be great, (Y/L/N).”

“I’m fucking scared, okay? Give me a damn minute, this isn’t what I do, I don’t go into the fires!” You yelled, hands forming fists as you tried to contain yourself, and Thomas didn’t say anything else after that. You climbed up, one knee pressed to metal that was already beginning to get warm, you could feel it through the protective pants you wore, and your hands sealed around the edges. Bringing the other own up, you found yourself kneeling over a twenty-foot drop directly into a fire from two windowsills, one of which was crumbling. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck..”

“You’re doing great, alright?”

His voice was much softer this time, your head snapping up, and while one hand was still holding onto the ladder, the other was reaching out, pointing a little ahead of one of your hands.

“One rung at a time, alright? You can do this, c’mon. This man needs your help.”

The brace you had clipped to your back swung a little, your body moving as your instinct to catch it kicked in, and the ladder rocked, a small shriek leaving your lips. The encouragement he gave you was a nice alternative to the constant feuding, but it was more the other words he’d said that gave you the confidence to go on. Someone’s life was in your hands, and you’d be damned if you took so long being scared that he died before you could help him. Picking up motion, you did as he said, one rung at a time as you moved out toward the middle of the ladder.

“That’s it, nice work.” He nodded, pointing at other spots to put your hands, before lifting his own, offering a thickly gloved hand to you, and you hesitated for only a moment, pausing, before reaching out to take it, and he gripped onto you tightly. “See? I got you, you’re fine.”

He tugged you closer, inching you the rest of the way forwards, and helping you down from the window at the other side, until you were balancing on your feet again. This room wasn’t yet on fire, but smoke was filling it, beginning to seep between the floorboards as an ominous and foreboding orange glow was present, the floor burning away beneath your very feet.

As told, there he was, the old man on his bed, looking as peaceful as though he were sleeping, and you made your way over to him. Smoothing along his body, you tried lifting one of his eyelids, barely being able to get a soft grip through the gloves, and struggling to hold down the tip of your keychain flashlight.

“I can’t do a damn thing with these stupid gloves on!”

“Don’t you da-” You didn’t care, stripping them off and pushing them into his hands as you hissed, not having realised just how much these clothes were shielding you from, the heat in the room almost unbearable on your flesh as your skin tingled. Checking his eyes and his pulse, you found movement of his pupils, slower than ideal but still there, and a low but prominent pulse under his skin.

“He’s okay, we’re all good here.” Thomas only nodded his head, handing the gloves back to you urgently, and moving to unclip the neck support from your pack as you worked. Sealing the plastic contraption around his neck to keep his head secure, you rolled him onto his side, the board coming next, rope beginning to pull tighter as you tried to cross the room to reach him, before finally getting him situated.

Strapped down and sealed on tight, you helped Thomas begin to place him delicately on the ladder, and once again fear was taking you over completely. There were flashing cameras, a group of people far bigger than it had been when you were on the street, and a final ambulance ready to offer assistance.

“That’s a lot of people.” You mumbled, feeling a hand on your shoulder as Thomas pulled you back and away from the window.

“Then don’t look.” He tossed you a glance, before helping Gally begin to inch the man across the bridge, rope always pulled tight to keep him secure, and it felt like lifetimes passed as you watched him go, inch by inch, until Chuck was taking a hold of the top half, pulling it further inside until Gally could take the other, and just like that, the man was safe.

Minho took their place, the man on the stretcher disappearing into the smoke with both of the taller firefighters as Thomas was stuck with you, and you shook yourself out, trying to rid yourself of tension and patting yourself down to check everything was okay.

“Don’t pay any attention to them, okay?” Hands found your arms, turning you to look at him, looking up through the glass to find his eyes. “They’re a distraction, just focus on my voice, and Minho’s voice, that’s it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? You ready?”

You weren’t sure you’d ever really be ready to crawl over a pit of fire on an unstable bridge between two burning buildings, but you nodded anyway, and climbed up onto the frame. One inch at a time, you made your way across, whimpering a little under your breath with every shake and jolt it made as the windowsill finally started to collapse. You wanted to be fast but cautious, keeping it steady without freezing up, and there was a point in the middle where the hands Thomas had placed on your hips to keep you steady slipped away, but you were not yet in reach of Minho, and you were completely on your own.

Two feet, and then you’d be able to reach Minho, to let him pull you inside and back to reasonable safety, and you were pretty sure that after this, you were never going to be offering to go into a burning building again. One foot, and Minho was lifting his hands up to you, the gentle but firm mumblings to hurry up echoing from Thomas, and then a hand wrapped around yours, giving you the confidence and security to speed up.

When your feet finally touched the ground once again, you were letting out a happy sigh, a kind of high racing through your system at the relief of being safe once again making you feel like you could float in clouds. You turned back, watching Thomas adjust his gloves, the flames in the room behind him beginning to grow as the floorboards started to give way at the cracks, and Minho was holding the ladder secure, but the flames were growing higher, and the charred wood was beginning to give way.

“Lieutenant, you need to speed up, this window is going to give way soon.”

“My glove won’t tie.” He muttered, trying the toggle again, but the plastic clip seemed to have snapped, and as he tried to fasten it again, the creaking of the wood made his head snap up. Surveying the scene, the ladder was already sitting at a slightly uneven angle now, and you swallowed thickly at the sight, now wishing you’d had the bravery to move a little faster. “Right, well, guess we’re going as it is.”

Climbing his way up onto the bars, his body was tilted, slumping a little towards the flames as the team below moved the hose, trying to spray the flames enough to keep them down, but without creating smoke that would blind him. Stepping back, you crossed your arms over your chest, anxiety taking over, and you brought a thumb up to your mouth to chew on the nail from habit. Your thumb hit against the glass of your mask, a low curse on your lips as a single strike of pain moved along your arm.

Thomas was only halfway across, before the ladder was shaking again, a chunk of burned wood falling away as the ladder shuddered and fell, falling onto its side a little further, and Thomas had only stuck to the rung by hooking each foot into the rungs, body leaning into the flames a little more. The sirens, the ambulance pulling away and the shouts of those outside, the burning of flames, creaking of wood, spraying of water, all fell away. It was terrifying, to think that if you had just moved a little fast he could be back by now, if you’d made it to the door to leak the gas faster, or notice the neighbour a little sooner that nobody would have been on a ladder at all.

“Thomas, hurry up!”

“Yeah, thanks for that, I was thinking I’d take it even slower!” He huffed into the comm, and you weren’t sure where your own words had come from, but the desperation and fear of losing a team member had you on edge.

The window was giving easy, the closer he got and the more weight was on that spot, the more it began to crumble, and you saw it give way before it registered, Minho’s hands leaving the handles of the ladder to grab for Thomas, and you heard the grunt he let out as the side of his body collided with the building.

The ladder clattered to the ground outside, and just like that, plumes of smoke were rising as the flames were finally put out, black clouds rising up and blocking your view of the other house as an acrid smell filled the air. Minho had one hand, pulling him, up, and the other latched onto the windowsill, scrabbling. His wrist was exposed, a raw gap between the sleeve and the glove that wouldn't fasten, and you managed to find action on shaky legs, stepping forwards and wrapping your hands around his wrists, helping to pull him up and through the window, protecting the exposed patch.

He rolled over the floor, a loud banging as he collapsed down onto it, splayed out across the floor and relieved. One hand lay across his chest, and your legs felt weak and wobbly from the exertion and adrenaline of the day, and you leaned on the wall for support. Minho patted at your shoulder, a weak laugh on his lips, and the floorboards and you creaked with the weight of Thomas shifting, before you could sense eyes on you, cracking them open to see him standing before you.

“Go, c’mon. This house is still dangerous, you need to get out.”

You nodded, body trembling a little as you tried to control it, following in his steps as he led the way, thick smoke and glowing ass as the house was destroyed, melted plastic and synthetics, like some kind of horror scene, and you supposed that, in a way, it was. When your feet finally found the grass again, you stripped your helmet off from your head, mask following, a gasping breath as you felt the cool breeze sweeping over your skin, and you felt practically layered in sweat. Making your way back to where your pack and your shoes were still laying by one of the firetrucks, you leaned against it, sinking down to the floor as you finally let the tension go.

Your elbows propped up on bent knees, holding up your head as it fell forwards, and you let out a shaky breath, finding that you weren’t a fan of the fire scene. It wasn’t what you were used to, last-minute decisions in burning houses weren’t your forte. You were good with medicine, and you knew how to save lives, that was your skill. Burning buildings and heights over a sinister drop to your death, not so much.

A scuffing sounded beside you, and you looked up, frowning at Thomas as he let his jacket fall down his arms, the red and burned flesh of his wrists shown to you more obviously. He placed it back inside, before turning to you, hand held out to take your helmet and mask from you, silently as he put them back in the correct places within the van. Next up was your jacket, and you stretched your legs out before yourself to lean forwards and strip it off, handing it up to him, and shivering and the sudden cold that took you over as you were down the layer you’d grown accustomed to.

Leaning forwards to undo the boots, you pulled one foot forward, beginning to struggle with the laces that Chuck had down for you, unbelievably tight, and huffing as you finally got it untangled. “You did good in there.”

You paused from where you were loosening the laces down, turning to look up at him, and he wasn’t paying any attention to you, but he did catch your eye for a split second. “Thank you. I hated every second of it.”

His lips flicked up at the sides, and he nodded his head, moving to take a seat in front of you, and pulling your other foot to sit before him on the concrete and beginning to undo the knots. “I can tell, but you pulled through as a part of the team, it was good work.”

“I think this is the longest you’ve ever been nice to me.”

“I’m not being nice, I’m simply giving you feedback. If I wanted to be nice to you, I would be.” He muttered, pulling both boots from your feet and standing back up, leaving you to wince as your heels hit the ground, a shock running up the nerves along your legs. “Hurry up and get yourself up, Brenda is already rolling up the hose, we’re going to leave soon. You’ll have to get a lift back with us.”

“Sure thing, Lieutenant.” Your eyes rolled, standing up to push the baggy pants down your legs, leaving you once again in your paramedic trousers, and kicking them off at your ankles, leaving them in a pile at his feet, a sickly sweet smile on your lips as you bent to collect your bag and your shoes. “I’ll get a lift with Truck.”

You gave him a small salute, walking right past him as his stare flickered between you and the pile of clothing, a growl on his lips, but you were already walking away from him. Gally was more than happy to offer you a lift, holding open the back of the truck, and settled down into the leather seats, the smell of sweat and burn lingering in the cabin. Tying up one shoe, you switched feet, sorting the other out, before slumping into the chair.

Fry was the first back, up into the front seat as he restarted the vehicle, the engine under your feet chugging to life, and as the humming of the engine started up, the pounding behind your eyes becoming apparent, rubbing at your eyes as they closed. Winston was next, sliding into the seats opposite you, Clint following, and you slumped out as they began to discuss the day.

It had been exhausting, everything in you was screaming out for sleep, and with only a few hours left of your shift, you knew you would be collapsing into sleep from the moment you got home tonight. The day had been taxing both mentally, physically and emotionally, and as Chuck squeezed in beside you, your head fell to his shoulder.

“You’re all sweaty.” You grumbled, and he only laughed, the vehicle charging into motion once Gally was in the front seat and the rest of the Truck team were on board, your eyes sliding closed.

The journey seemed to slip away, the headache in your skull pounding away, and you managed to find your phone in your backpack, bringing it up at one point to text Newt and find out where he was, only to discover he'd been back at the Firehouse for almost half an hour, and was probably eating the cereal bars you’d hidden.

The time slipped away, and you felt as though you’d almost drifted off, against your own intentions, jerking up a little as the truck came to a halt.

“You’re tired, huh?”

“Yes.” You muttered, groaning as you forced yourself to your feet and stepped down from the platform of the truck, leaving the men to swap out their shoes and hang up their equipment, and Newt had his arms held out to you with a grin on his face, cooing at you as you stumbled forward. “Stop making fun of me.”

“Someone looks exhausted!” He practically sang the words, and you groaned, slumping into him as his arms wrapped around you, and he laughed in your ear while rubbing a hand up and down your back. He eased you for a second, going quiet as he held you, before pulling back, and squeezing at your arms. “How’s that headache?”

“Raging.”

“I got you some painkillers out.” He mumbled, one arm wrapping over your shoulders and guiding you over to the truck. He had a hot bucket of disinfectant and the mop, and as well as all the cleaning equipment, the smell of chemicals already present and showing off that he’d already started on the work to be done. “If you keep me company, I’ll clean the ambo’.”

“You’re a blessing.” He only nodded, handing you two tablets and a plastic cup of water, you chugged them down, all but crawling through the van to slump into the front seat, legs curled up a little as you rested against the still warm fabric.

The rhythmic motions of the mop along the floor created a soft noise, one that was steady enough to lull you into sleep, and even from in here, you could hear the loud ticking of the clock on the wall outside, every single second passing by being counted off in your head as you matched your heartbeat to it.

“Newt, I need a favour.” You groaned, keeping it internal as you bit on the inside of your cheek at the grating sound of a voice belonging to the person you arguably despised most in the world right now. “I got a little burned up, so I need some treatment.”

“I’m busy right now, Tommy. (Y/N) can do it.”

“I’m perfectly fine, I’ll just wait.” You cowered a little behind your chair as you hoped Newt would let him go, but your meddling blond friend tutted his lips, putting down the mop, and you already knew what was coming.

“Not with those burns you won’t. You don’t mind, right, love?”

“I really, really do mind.” You raised a hand over your head, flipping the pair off, but waiting only a second longer, before standing up. Making your way through the vehicle, you were at least feeling a little better, even if the weight of the equipment you’d worn, the heat and the terrifying near-death experience was still making you feel physically drained, your almost-nap and painkillers had taken care of you mentally. “Fine, but you can come here. I’m not standing up.”

You collapsed down on the edge of the van, a white vest-clad chest filling your view as he came to stand before you, and you reached for your bag, Grabbing at the medkit inside, Newt snorted, hopping down and moving away to empty the mop bucket, whistling obnoxiously. Pulling on a fresh pair of rubber gloves, you wiggled your fingers a little, latex snapping against your wrist as you let the edge go, before moving onto the job at hand.

Doing an assessment of his injuries, you sighed, letting his hand go to sit in the space between you both, to find both the types of disinfectant. Holding up one canister and one clear bottle, a coppery coloured liquid inside, he looked between them both, brows furrowed, before looking back to you. “Which do you want?”

“What’s the difference?”

“This one-” You held up the can, shaking it a little. “-is a foam, it stings a bit more, but it makes a cool covering that makes it feel better. But this one-” You shook the bottle, the liquid inside sloshing a little as a layer of bubbles built up. “-is just a liquid, doesn’t hurt as much, but won’t take the heat out.”

“I literally could not care less. I just want to get something to eat, and go back to sleep.” You shrugged, grabbing a pad of cotton and tipping some of the liquid onto it, making sure the soft bundle was soaked enough, before folding his fingers into a fist, and beginning to clean at the skin, ignoring the hiss on his lips.

“I made you a plate of food, from breakfast this morning. It’s in the fridge.”

You jumped a little as you heard the aww-ing from across the room, both of your heads turning to look at Newt as he leaned on the cabinets not far away, arms crossed over his chest as he was busy with absolutely fuck-all, and you scowled at him.

“You made me food?”

Thomas’ voice was whispered, and you only glanced up at him for a second, before dipping your head in a series of slow nods, confirming his question, and reaching for some burn cream. Smearing it on your fingers, you rubbed it against the back of your hand, warming it up until it was longer as stiff, and rubbing it onto his skin.

“Thanks, that was nice of you.”

“I’m not being nice, I’m simply doing my job.” The neutral expression on his face dropped into a scowl as you grinned, using his own words against him. Switching to a set of wrappings, you adjusted his arm in front of you, placing the edge of the gauze between his thumb and forefinger, you sealed it down over unblemished skin with bandage tape. “You know, it’s actually in my job description to keep the firefighters in peak health.”

With each layer of bandaging, you added a layer of cooling spray, and he grunted under his breath. “You couldn't just accept a compliment?”

“Well, you made it very clear that we aren’t nice to one another.”

“You’re being petty.” He grouched, snatching his hand back from you as soon as the wrapping was sealed up, one more glare at you before he was glaring at Newt, and walking back out of the room and ignoring you both, especially Newt’s laughing. He made his way over to you, still cracking up, his hand wrapped around his stomach, and you raised a brow at him as you began to pack everything away.

“What’s so funny, chuckles?”

“You and Thomas. Your bickering,” You turned to him, shaking your head as you tried to find an argument for his meddling, and pulling off the gloves from your hands. “You’re like a married couple.”

“If married couples argued like Thomas and I did, they’d be getting divorced.”

“I don’t even think you know what you’re arguing about anymore. You’re just getting at each other, now.” He shrugged, pulling you up from where you were sitting, in order to lock up the doors of the ambulance. “You just got off on the wrong foot, but mark my words, you won’t hate each other forever. I already know it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Newt.”

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『2』 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝: — 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒕 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

In which way Newt is there for the girl who ends up losing her best friend — Ben, to the maze.

PART 1

A/n: ask permission to use or re-post my work, please do not steal or plagiarize my writing x

Flashbacks/earlier events are in italics :)

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— AS hard as it was, life in The Glade had to go on. Amongst their mindless chatter, each glader returned back to their allocated jobs, working in whatever daylight was left.

This was always Newt’s favourite part of his days in The Glade. In the few years he had been there, he’d couldn’t help but come to love the little things about the strange habitation. Like the way the sun hits The Glade just before it disappears behind the walls. It’s deep, golden glow bouncing off all the trees, illuminating everything in it’s path. The green field and cool breeze in the air sent Newt into a state of tranquility.

Newt stood still in the middle of The Glade, his brows furrowed and a stern expression plastered across his face as his thoughts began to overcome him. He pursued in observing his fellow gladers and their work until his gaze soon fell onto Frypan, who was preparing dinner. Within minutes, the sun had disappeared behind the stone walls. The strident sound of the dinner bell was soon heard across The Glade, pulling Newt out of his trance. The sound got the attention of all the gladers as they retired from their jobs, slowly making their way to the kitchen from all directions.

From her hut, Y/N heard the bell herself yet she refused to move from her spot on the floor. No one had seen her ever since Ben’s banishment. She felt safe within the refuge of her own space. Where no one could see her red and puffy eyes, where no one could hear her whimpers as the ache in her heart continued to grow. She knew she had the support of all those around her. But with Ben gone, she couldn’t help but feel more alone than ever.

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Tears continued to fall down her rosy cheeks for the rest of the night. The world around her was spinning, her breathing was slow and her vision was blurred. She decided to let her eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, but the nauseating feeling in her stomach grew stronger, so she decided against it by immediately shooting her eyes back open.

She told herself that she wasn’t going to leave the confines of her hut. But here she was, laying on the scratchy grass in the middle of The Glade after recklessly drinking her body weight in Gally’s moonshine.

Y/N had never made any wrong decisions in her life while being here in The Glade. But this was definitely her first. She didn’t want her emotions to get the best of her. But she couldn’t help it, how could she? The hollow pain in her heart felt permanent and soul crushing. Her eyes would scan the whole Glade, looking for her best friend. But not long after, her heart drops when she remembers why she can’t find him. Which causes her to take another swing of moonshine from the jar she held tightly in her hand, hoping it would take away her grief or the loss of her best friend. But it did nothing apart from numb her mouth.

Newt sat on the opposite side of the bonfire from the frail girl, watching the bright orange embers from the fire with Thomas sitting next to him. At that moment in time, she was on his mind. Who was he kidding? She was always on his mind whether he could help it or not. The events of today had struck him hard, along with his fellow gladers.

Pulling Newt out of his trance, Thomas tapped him on the arm. Newt peered towards his friend and watched as he pointed over his shoulder, gesturing for him to follow suit. Newt went along with his actions, turning his head to glance at the girl who was sprawled out on the grass behind them. The sight surprised him, seeing Y/N out in The Glade like this. The boys wanted to get together tonight for a bonfire, knowing it was important that they stuck together, especially at a time like now. Losing another one of their fellow gladers was never easy, it got harder each time. Gally and a few other gladers had approached Y/N’s hut after not seeing her at dinner, desperately trying to aid her out. However, they ended up leaving after being yelled at by the frail girl. Newt had tried to see her himself, but he knew that she needed some time alone to process the earlier events of the day.

Having said that, Newt hadn’t seen her come out of her hut. He hadn’t seen her since Ben’s banishment.

She had somehow managed to sneak out between Newt’s occasional glances towards the direction of her hut, as well as stealing a few jars of Gally’s moonshine in the process. Newt had a sudden urge to see the girl he loved. He missed her, today more than any other.

“I’m gonna go see her,” Newt spoke to Thomas, his voice straining as he stood up from the patch of grass and onto his feet.

Thomas nodded, understanding and glancing back over his shoulder to look at Y/N before looking back up at Newt, “Look after her, okay? We’re all worried about her.”

“I will,” Newt patted his friend on the back before making his way around the fire and limping across the short field of grass to reach Y/N.

As he got closer, the girl remained sprawled out across the grass and unaware of his presence. Soon enough, Newt stood above the girl, staring down at her with furrowed eyebrows. He noticed the almost empty jar of moonshine clutched in her hand, making him realise why she still hadn’t noticed his presence yet. Drinking herself rotten wasn’t like her, everyone in The Glade knew that.

He took a moment to take in her features. The soft but faint glow from the fire a few metres away gave him enough light to see her. Her chest rose and fell slowly with every breath she took, her cheeks were rosy and puffy. He could only just make out the traces of tears that continued to stain her cheeks. Her arms were sprawled out by her sides, the sight making Newt sigh heavily as he shoved his hands into his pockets. The worry started to consume him even more as he noticed her eyes began to flutter open, her gaze meeting his own briefly. Her eyelids were heavy and her eyes were glossed over. He knew she was here, with him. But he also knew that, mentally, she was a million miles away. He wanted to bring her back, he needed to.

“Darling...” Newt spoke gently, peering down at her with his head tilted to the side, “What are you doing out here by yourself?”

Her body slumped further into the green grass as she shrugged her shoulders, struggling greatly to keep her gaze locked onto him. Newt shook his head ever so slightly. As the night grew later, the air had gotten colder. He could notice the girl’s skin and how it was littered in goosebumps with the absence of the bonfire to keep her warm.

He knelt down at her side, tucking some strands of hair behind her ear. She could feel how cold Newt’s fingers were as they traced her skin. She wanted to turn her head to face the boy that she had been pining after, yet her body was too weak.

“How about I take you to bed, yeah?” He requests softly, “It’s starting to get cold out here.”

His words made Y/N whine in protest, shaking her head briskly while making an attempt to try and get up.

“I-I wanna,” Her voice was slurred as she tripped over her words, “I want to stay here.”

“You can’t, love,” Newt sighed, resting a hand on the small of her back to keep her steady as she sat up from her place on the grass. She lifted the jar with a shaky hand up to her lips, intending to finish what was left. However, due to her loose muscle tone, the jar slipped from her hands. The moonshine spilled all over the front of her, seeping through the fabric of her shirt.

“Shit!” She cried loudly as more tears began to well in her eyes and fall quicker down her cheeks.

Newt cursed under his breath, fed up with watching the love of his life trying to lose herself.

“Alright, c’mon,” He stood back onto his feet as he helped her onto her own, taking notice of how unsteady she was.

“No Newt!” She protests as she slaps his hands away, “Just leave me.”

He shook his head, “Y/N, I’m not leaving you here like this. Please, just let me help you. I want to help you.”

For the first time tonight, she tilted her gaze upwards, looking up at Newt. To her surprise, he was already looking down at her, concern written all over his face. Y/N could tell by the way he was frowning and his arms were crossed. All she could do was stare up at the boy. He was beautiful. The very sight of him made her forget about everything worrying her. About her grief, about being trapped, about everything. She mentally curses herself for not telling him just how special he is to her enough. She closed her eyes for a mere second, before nodding her head slowly. Newt watched the tears stream down her cheeks and couldn’t stop the sight from breaking his heart. He bit the inside of his lip, wishing so desperately that he could take her pain away, that he could carry all her burdens so she wouldn’t have to. All he ever wanted was to see her happy, and deep down, he knew he could make her happy if she let him.

“Oh, love,” He whispers as he takes a couple of steps closer towards her.

He doesn’t know what else he could do apart from wrapping her up in his arms and embracing the girl. And he did exactly that. He pulled her in as close as he possibly could, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as hers snaked around his waist. Newt loved having Y/N close to him. While she was in his arms, nothing could hurt her.

She breathed his scent in deeply, appreciating having him in her life. He felt like home, and to him, so did she.

“Let me take care of you,” He whispers into her ear, sending shivers down her spine as he began to run his fingers through her hair.

He felt her nod again against his chest while trying to calm her breathing, “Thank you.”

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“Love,” Newt chuckled, yanking his head back away from Y/N’s grasp, “Let me finish washing your hair, then you can touch me as much as you like.”

The pair had found themselves in the shower together at a ridiculously late time during the night, after Newt had persuaded her off the grass. Spontaneously, Y/N decided that she wanted to have a shower before Newt put her to bed. In a way, she hoped it would sober her up. As well as get rid of the stench of alcohol off her body. After grabbing a clean pair of clothes from her hut, he helped her over towards the showers.

By this time, all the gladers had gone to bed for the night. So the quiet chatter between the two of them was the only noise that could be heard.

The girl had managed to strip down to her undergarments, and turn on the water, gasping as soon as it streamed onto her skin. Newt stood a couple of meters away, frowning and watching her sway uneasily as her hand rested against the concrete wall, steadying herself. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander across her curves, admiring her in this current state. However, he quickly snapped out of it, not wanting to be disrespectful. He cared about this girl, so much that it scared him sometimes.

After watching her almost fall, Newt stripped down to his own underwear to her surprise. He stepped under the water, pulling her limp body up against his by her hips. She was grateful for this and she leaned her body weight backwards, relaxing into him almost instantly.

“Do you need a hand?” Newt asked, whispering into the crook of her neck as he took the sponge from her hands.

She turned her head, resting her ear against his bare chest, being able to hear his heart beat, “Yes, please.”

With pouted lips, Y/N faced towards the concrete wall of the shower. Her back was facing him as the cool water continued to fall over her collarbones. The alcohol still lingered in her system; but she knew where she was, what she was doing and who she was with. And in this moment, she didn’t want to be with anyone else but him.

“I don’t want to just touch you...” She mumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.

Newt struggled to hear her quiet and raspy voice over the sound of the running water. He rushed to rinse the rest of the soapy solution out of her hair before grasping her shoulders gently and turning her around to face him. She glanced up at Newt innocently, her doe eyes making his heart melt while she observed him as he rubbed the sponge across the skin of her chest.

“What did you say?” Newt questions the girl after a couple of minutes, dropping the sponge and taking a step closer so both of them were under the running water.

The water that started to trickle down Newt’s milky toned chest made Y/N almost lose her train of thought.

“I uhm,” The girl started, shaking her head at the affect he always managed to have on her, “I said, I don’t want to just touch you.”

His ears perked up and his face visibly softens as he looks into her eyes in a peculiar way, a way that he has never done before. And she noticed this.

“Then tell me, love,” He reaches forward, tracing his fingers lightly up her sides, “What do you want from me?”

Y/N gasped softly at Newt’s touch, not expecting it. Her words got caught in the back of her throat as he begins tracing delicate patterns onto the skin of her hips. A few shaky breaths brush past her lips before she answers honestly, “I want to kiss you. I’ve wanted you for so long, Newt. You’re all I think about. I want us to be together. I don’t want to live the rest of my life without you by my side.”

Her words were like music to his ears. They soothed all the worry and doubt that had been consuming him for so long. Now, he could finally hear the truth he had always hoped for. Newt cautiously lifts his hands, cupping Y/N’s cheeks and maintaining a locked gaze with her.

“Can I kiss you?” Newt questions, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly. “Please?” He adds shortly after, leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers.

She copies Newt’s actions from earlier, running her fingers along his sides and wrapping her arms around his waist. The warmth of his torso enveloping her instantaneously.

“Yes,” she breaths out, waiting for what could happen next.

Newt’s gaze locked onto her lips for a brief moment, then slowly making it’s way back up to her eyes. The tension soon became too much, and within seconds, Newt wasted no time in pressing his lips against hers. Due to the chilly air surrounding them, his lips felt cold against hers. But it didn’t bother her, the feeling was quite addictive.

Seconds became minutes and the water from the shower continued to grow cold, but it didn’t stop either of their actions. Her hands ended up running through his damp and tousled locks, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. Newt’s hands traveled down to her waist, then up her back. He repeated this action several times as they continued to kiss under the moonlight. The soap he had used still stuck to her skin, making his hands glide easily as they ran over her skin. Their kisses began to grow rougher and more desperate as they continued to pull each other closer.

Newt was the first to lean away; his eyes opened to be met with her own. For a brief moment, the pair were locked in a trance with one another, just staring into each others eyes. Both of their lips were pink and plump from their continuous interlocking.

“I’m so in love with you,” Newt ushered, burying his head into the crook of her neck, beginning to trail soft kisses against her shoulder.

For the first time in a while, Y/N couldn’t contain the smile on her face as those words left his lips.

“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me feel to hear you say that,” She says, pulling Newt back up to kiss him, “I love you more than anything.”

He planted a few more kisses to her lips, chaste pecks filled with desire and emotion. Soon his kisses seeped back into the skin of her neck once again, his hand reached up slowly to fumble with the wet material of her bra strap. He slipped the material off her shoulder, dipping his head down to kiss over the top of her breasts. The damp material of the strap felt heavy against her skin as his fingers were tangled in it.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Newt whispered, his breath feeling warm against her skin.

“I love you,” she repeats, her eyes watching him hungrily as he kisses her chest, his hands wandering up the the curves of her breasts, squeezing gently.

Newt grins at her words, tracing his fingers over the lacy material of her bra, “I’ll never love anyone else but you.”

And with this, their lips met again.

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parkersbliss · 4 years

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Jealous | Minho

Pairing: Minho X Female Reader

Warnings: none??

wc; 2.3K

synopsis: Ever since Thomas arrived Minho’s been a bit off...

a/n: I got really carried away.... I have newt imagine coming so keep your eyes peeled

Based on this request

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Minho liked Thomas.

Of course he liked Thomas, almost everyone liked Thomas. The greenie showed potential to be a new runner, and Minho needed that.

What he didn’t like was you and Thomas.

Before Thomas it was you and Minho. The two of you did everything together, from him waking you up in the morning by flipping over you hammock, to running the maze and eating Frypan’s stew.

The day Thomas arrived everything had been normal, Minho flipped over your hammock, you flipped him off, got your lunch and took off towards the maze. You ran down the familiar path, it was an easier one today, and got back at late afternoon. Minho jogged ahead of you, making quick strides towards the hut, but not before shooting the new greenie a glance. You on the other hand, decided too slow to a stop.

“Hey, you’re new,” You said, a bit breathless from your run.

The greenie nods, jaw slack as he stares at you.

“(Y/N),” You said, extending a hand out. The boy shakes it and you give him a gentle smile, patting his shoulder, “You’ll get use to it.”

“Hey Shebean! Get a move on!” Minho shouts as you roll your eyes, “That’s my cue,” you gave the greenie a salute before catching up to Minho.

“What’s his deal?” He asked.

“He’s the new kid, Min. Give him a break.”

Minho shrugs, tossing his hands up, “Defending him already?”

You bump shoulders with Minho, pushing open the door to the mapping room, “He’s new, that’s all.”

But it wasn’t.

It seemed like Thomas got extra special treatment from you. That night during the fire you had actually left Minho to go sit with Thomas. Left him.

It left him with a bitter feeling inside, watching as you laugh with Thomas, pointing out the maze to him. Then you pointed out Minho, and he had to turn away pretending like he hadn’t been loathing at the two of you for the last ten minutes.

What were you saying? Good things? Bad things? Were you actually pointing at something behind him?

“That’s Minho,” You said, “he’s the keeper of the runners. The leader, if you will.”

The greenie nods, waiting for you to continue, but you only stare at the runner, leaving him very confused.

“He’s really good at what he does. Running, trying to find a way out, giving everyone hope.”

The new boy almost didn’t hear you, he wasn’t quite sure if you were even talking to him.

“He’s really brave,” You continue, “a bit of a shuck face sometimes, but he has a good heart.”

“You like him.”

“What?”

“You like him,” Greenie shrugged.

“Okay,” You said slowly, standing up and offering him a hand to help him too, “That’s enough talking for today. You’re the guest of honor.”

You push the greenie forward gently, leaving him to watch the fight between Gally and another boy. You leave him, watching as Newt comes to take your place and you find your way to Minho.

“Min,” You greet, setting your hands on his shoulders.

“Shebean.”

“You okay?” You ask softly, sitting down next to him.

“Fine.”

You didn’t question it further, thinking he just had a bad day, but it quickly turned into a bad week as Minho’s mood never seemed to improve since the greenie - who you now knew as Thomas - arrived. He seemed on edge all the time.

...

“Do you know what’s up with Minho?” You asked Newt, standing next to him as he worked in the gardens.

“He seems fine to me,” Newt shrugs, “why? What’s up?”

You let out a puff of air, fidgeting with your hands, “I don’t know. Ever since Thomas has come up it’s like he’s trying to avoid me. When we run he never talks to me anymore and he’s always like five feet ahead. He didn’t even bother to wake me up this morning.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re here bothering me.”

“Newt!”

“‘m kidding, you know I love your company. He seems fine to me, you don’t think it has to do with Thomas? Maybe he feels threatened by the new greenie.”

You shake your head, “No, that can’t be it. Minho’s always talking about how we need new runners.”

“Have you tried asking him?” Newt inquires.

“No,” You admit, shoulders falling with defeat.

“Well, I’d suggest that you do.”

Your conversation is put on halt when you hear distant cries of help, along with what sounds like crunching leaves.

You turn toward Newt, both of you wearing the same puzzled expression. Then you see Thomas come darting out of the woods, Ben hot on his heels as he tackles Thomas to the ground. The latter continues screaming, trying to push Ben off as everyone makes his way over to him. Newt whacks Ben across the head, knocking him off Thomas you pull him off the ground.

“Are you okay?” You ask, searching for any wounds on Thomas, who shakes his head. You nod, turning back toward Ben and feeling your heart sink when you see the wound on his stomach.

“He was stung,” You mumble, “in broad daylight.”

…

“No, no, please,” Ben begs as Minho forces him to this knees, a grim look on his face.

“Please, Minho, please.”

You stand next to the runner, glancing at him and seeing the pain on his face as he makes no move to save Ben. He grabs the knife out of the back of his harness, using it to cut Ben’s restrains as he falls forward. He begins coughing, a few sobs mixed in, black sludge foaming in his mouth. You step forward with Minho as he glances into the maze, bag clutched tightly in his hand.

“No, no, no don’t, please,” Ben whimpers. Minho keeps his lips set in a straight line as you set a hand on his shoulder, hoping to calm him.

“(Y/N), please, c’mon,�� Ben turns toward you, eyes pleading.

Minho takes a step forward, pushing you behind him and tossing the bag into the maze as Ben lets out another cry. You let your hand fall from Minho’s shoulder, finding his and tugging him back from the closing maze doors. Ben cries out as the Gladers push forward. You turn your head away from the scene, unconsciously resting it on Minho’s shoulder. He doesn’t make a move to push you away, but he doesn’t pull you closer either. Leaving you to wonder if that’s good or bad.

The doors close, sealing Ben to his fate as the Gladers slowly make their leave. The only people that remain are you, Minho and Thomas. You’re about to pull away from Minho when a hand slides around your waist and fully embraces you.

“Minho,” You call softly, but he shakes his head and you hug him back silently, grief and guilt hanging heavy over the two of you.

…

Minho had waken you up this morning, maybe not with your usual routine. Instead he had simply asked you to get up and left, but you’re wishing he hadn’t woken you up at all.

Your legs scream with exhaustion and your left shoulder feels like it’s going to fall off as you carry Alby.

“We’re not going to make it,” You said.

Minho ignores you, still pushing forward. You don’t bother arguing, die here or die trying. You weren’t leaving Alby. You turn the corner just in time to see the door closing and the Gladers cheering your and Minho’s name.

A bit of hope fills you and you’re trying so hard to push forward, but you’re tired and so is Minho, you take one more step but you falter and collapse. Your hands scape against the stone as you pant, trying to push yourself back up but it’s no use, your body is exhausted. You were going to die in here.

Minho makes his way over to you, pulling your head into his lap and gripping one of your hands as he stares at the Gladers watching the sad faces of all the Gladers. He’s trying not to cry in front of you, knowing that you were counting on him for hope, but being so strong took its toll.

“We’re going to die, aren’t we?” You chuckle.

Minho doesn’t answer.

Shouting is heard from the Glade and you look up just in time to see the doors close and Thomas stumble through.

Minho’s pissed now.

Not only had the boy broken a rule, he just had to run into the maze, the only time when Minho could be only with you and possibly the last time and ruin it. He was on edge now, so close to falling off.

“Good job,” he said, “you just killed yourself.”

Thomas ignores his jab, coming over to Alby and seeing the wound on his head.

“What happened to his head?”

“I did what I had to,” Minho retorts, gripping tighter onto your hand.

Thomas sighs, walking around a bit, “okay, well let’s get him up-”

“We have to go,” Minho interrupts, “the maze is already changing.”

“We can’t just leave him,” You said.

Minho sighs, running a hand through his hair. He walks over to Alby, waiting for Thomas as they hoist him up and begin walking through the maze, but it doesn’t last long before you stop at an intersection and the day of running catches up with Minho. The boys set Alby down against the wall, Minho panting as he leans back.

“This isn’t going to work. We have to leave, now.”

“Wait, what?” Thomas said, “We can’t just leave him here.”

“We can’t exactly take him with us.”

“You’re telling me there isn’t a single place where we can hide him?”

That was Minho’s last straw, as he fell over the edge.

Minho stands up, grabbing Thomas by the collar of his shirt and slamming him against the wall, “Listen to me shuck-face, all right? Take a look around, There’s nowhere to go,” He snapped, letting go and letting Thomas fall back. He stalks back over to you as you stand up again.

“There ha-,”

“You don’t get it. We’re already dead!” Minho shouts.

“Minho,” You start, but he cuts you off.

“What?”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “Look if we’re going to die in here you might as well tell my why the hell you’re so pissed.”

“I’m not pissed.”

“Okay then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I’m not-”

“Minho, I swear to god if the next words that come out of your mouth are ‘I’m not avoiding you’ you’re going to wish the Grievers already killed you.”

Said boy purses his lips together, “Fine, then I won’t say anything.”

“God, we’re about to die and you’re still so shucking stubborn. For once can you just forget about your stupid pride?”

“You know what? Maybe you should ju-,”

“Guys,” Thomas said, “I think I have an idea.”

...

You groan, pulling back against the rope. It was much darker now and you hadn’t made as much progress as you like. You’re about to pull again when Minho suddenly stops.

“We have to go,” he mumbled, stepping back from the rope.

“What?” Thomas asked, glancing at him and still tugging at the rope holding Alby up, “No, c’mon a little more and we can tie if off.”

Minho sighs, but pulls on the rope again. A loud creak is heard and that’s enough to convince him. He steps back from the rope, Thomas and you falling forward without the extra help.

“We have to go, now.”

Thomas begins to protest again, trying to persuade Minho to stay, but the boy hasn’t seen the things these creatures do, he doesn’t understand the fear they strike in the Gladers.

“We can’t just leave him,” You said, pleading with Minho.

He shakes his head, “We can’t stay here.”

Thomas begins pulling on the rope again, but the creaking gets louder.

“I’m sorry, Greenie,” Minho said.

“Min-”

He grabs your hand in his, dragging you with him and far away from Thomas and the supposed Griever.

“The hell?” You shout, wrenching your hand from his grip when you come to a stop. “You just left him there!”

“I’m trying to save both of our lives!”

“That’s funny because I could’ve sworn ten minutes ago you didn’t even want to tell why you’re so pissed at me.”

Minho presses his lips into a thin line, arms crossed over his chest and looking away from you, “Do you really want to know?” His voice comes out barely a whisper, soft against the stone walls.

“Please, you’re my best friend. Talk to me.”

“It’s Thomas.”

“I thought you wanted new runners?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t like you with Thomas!”

You pause, lips parting, “What?”

“There I said it, okay? You treat Thomas like he’s some kind of saint and you’re always looking at him!”

“Minho-”

“If I hadn’t dragged you from him, would you have stayed?” He questions, turning toward to face you.

Your answers come a beat too late for Minho and he scoffs, “Of course you would’ve. Well, you can go running back to him now, I won’t stop you.”

“I wouldn’t have,” You admit, “I would’ve considered it, but you know I’ll always come running after you.”

“Sure doesn’t feel like it.”

“Are you jealous of Thomas?” You asked, voice tinted with amusement.

Minho rolls his eyes, “No.”

“Oh you so are.”

“(Y/N).”

“Minho.”

He sighs, “What if I am?”

“I’d tell you there’s nothing to be afraid of because I like you too.”

“Who said I liked you?”

“I just admit my feelings for you and this is how you treat me? Maybe I should go back to Thomas,” You said, turning to walk away, but Minho grabs your wrist stopping you.

“Okay fine, I like you shank.”

“I know.”

“You're ridiculous.”

You half smile, “We’re going to survive right?”

Minho nods, squeezing your hand tightly “We have too.”

You lean forward, pressing a quick kiss to the boys cheek, “We should probably find Thomas.”

Minho nods, other hand holding his cheek, “Yeah, probably.”

— END —

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mf-despair-queen · 4 years

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Stranded - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 11,426

Summary: You hated him. You despised him. He was arrogant for what he had done, taking down WICKED. He was the reason that your friends had died in the attack. But, when you find yourself stuck at sea, or even worse, stranded on a deserted island with Thomas, you find yourself realizing you were wrong.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Oral, Choking, Sex in the Water, kinda public sex I guess?, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk

Notes: I guess I live??? I guess I still write. I don’t even know anymore y’all. I’m sorry I don’t post often these days. And I’m sorry this is as late as it is. It was meant for @writingsbychlo‘s Thomas month three months ago but between work and laziness, I didn’t finish on time. Because, essentially, I suck ass. And tbh, I’m not incredibly happy with the outcome of this. It could have been way better than it was because I loved the idea a lot. But at this point, it’s as good as it’s going to get and I just want it done and out there. Hope y’all enjoy it. Big thanks to @roscoeknows and @brien-odylan for always pushing me with this, and @jagked-up for being a sweetie and proofreading for me.

“Gather around everyone!” Vince yelled, his voice dictating the crowd of survivors to the beach front for the early morning discussions. You flopped to the sandy ground, wrapping your arms loosely around your knees that were tucked into your chest. Sharing a few nods with your friends as they passed by, you avoided the gaze of the ex-WICKED test subjects from maze A.

Many of the boys were kind and you got along with easily, but it was the tall, dark haired former runner that never struck you right. Upon learning that he had worked with WICKED growing up, and the downfall of the Right Arm shortly after his arrival, you decided to stay clear of the man, choosing to never forgive him for ruining the home you worked so hard for - causing the death of those who were close to you and raised you to who you are now. That, and he always seemed to be full of himself for his help in saving many people and stopping WICKED.

Well, that’s what you heard from some of your closest friends at least.

You had never truly interacted with the male for long periods of time. It was always in passing during dinner or around camp while getting work done. He would occasionally try to strike up a conversation, but you gave some excuse before running off, letting out a huff of annoyance that he would never get the hint. His aura was aggravating without reason, but you had no plans to befriend the amnesiac.

Turning your gaze towards Vince, who stood upon a rickety stage made of driftwood and fallen branches along the edge of the forest behind camp that you feared would break under his heavy, muscled stature and weighted boots, your ears perked up to hear his morning announcements.

“Good morning everyone,” he called, voice as authoritative as ever. “Based on some recent discussions and feedback from everyone for their tasks around the Safe Haven we have decided to try out a new method for jobs. Moral has been low because people have been mentioning that they have felt things have gone stale because they’ve been doing the same job every day since we situated here, free of infection, free from WICKED."

“So, in an attempt to raise the mood around here, we will be testing out a lottery draw for daily tasks. Remember, this is just a trial run to see how people like it and I think it’ll be good for everyone to be familiar with all of the jobs. And so you are all aware, there will be no job swapping. Once you choose something, that is what you’ll be doing for that day.”

You pouted at yourself, huffing in annoyance. A lottery? Seriously? There were a number of jobs you wished to avoid, namely the ones that involved tending to the pigs that were being raised and handling slimy things that made you cringe. To top it off, you would potentially have to work with people you didn’t know or get along with instead of the people you knew you could stand for more than a few hours.

“We have set up a station outside the dining commons for you to choose your job for the day. And we’ll get some feedback during dinner to see how things went. We’ll decide after a couple weeks if we want to keep it like this, try something new, or go back to how it was before. So please everyone, line up to draw your job for the day.”

You let out a heavy sigh, watching numerous people rush towards the job drawing, uttering something about wanting to be first in line or hoping that they have a better chance at a better task. You were slow to stand, regrettably joining the line of people while patting the sand off your backside. Silently praying you didn’t get struck with a case of bad luck for once, you watched people one by one choose their jobs. Some cheered while others wept, being consoled by their friends. Your own friends - or the group you typically hung with - chose their jobs, luckily ending up in the same task of harvesting the gardens.

Your eyes narrowed on the group of former test subjects that chatted happily after choosing their jobs. Minho, the hulky athletic male of the group, flexed and laughed at his choosing of forest running, gathering food and wood for the village. Newt, the timid brainiac that was lucky to have survived not only a stab wound but the Flare as well, was working the medical room, which he seemed pleased about. Whereas Thomas, your least favorite person in the Safe Haven, was silent, showing an awkward, lopsided smile that you couldn’t read. Was he happy about his job? Disappointed? Apathetic?

Who cares.

You turned from the trio as you approached the box yourself, staring one of the leaders named Mark in the eye. With a short nod at the older gentleman, you stuck your small hand through the hold in the top, feeling the dwindled number of papers inside. One last inaudible prayer later, you were pulling the slip out, eyes clenched shut and bated breath.

Your heart fell when you finally cracked your eyes open, seeing the words sloppily written on the strip. Fishing. You dreaded fishing. As much as you loved to eat the seafood that was brought back each day, you couldn’t stand the task itself. You hated the tedious task of dropping a net or sitting with a pole, waiting for something to happen while the boat that you felt would capsize with ease, swaying with the ocean waves. Add in dealing with the fish, grabbing at their slimy, scaly bodies while they wiggled aimlessly was less than appealing.

Why, of all things, did you have to draw fishing?

You let your thoughts consume you as you dragged your feet towards the beach where the small boat was waiting. With the lack of resources, and a recently lost boat from a hole in the bottom, only two people that could go fishing at the moment. There was a stockpile in the Safe Haven, luckily, but no one wanted to let the supply drop too low too fast. Your thoughts drifted to who you could be paired with. Hopefully it was someone that could manage for you both, that enjoyed fishing more than you. Maybe you would get paired with Gally, or even Aris. They were people that could manage stuff like this.

“Hey Y/N.”

With a screech, you fell forward into the sand, caught off guard at the deep voice before you. The person cursed, rushing forward to help you up. A somewhat tanned, veiny hand extended towards you, appearing in your sight to counter the grainy ground under you that your knees and hands were buried in.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, a blush spreading over your cheeks as you took their hand. But the blush disappeared, your face paling when you realized who it was. Thomas stood before you, helping you to stand to your feet. He gave a toothy smile, staring at you with chocolate hazelnut eyes. The sparkle in his orbs diminished slightly when you slid your hand from his, turning away to brush off your jeans. “Oh, hi Thomas.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled to see me,” he sarcastically bit, tilting his head. You scoffed at him, earning a frown from the man.

“What are you doing here?” you asked shortly.

Thomas rose a brow, turning and pointing at the small boat that was sitting on the shore, already filled with the various fishing supplies you would need. “I drew fishing today,” he said, turning back to you. “I assume you did too?”

“Great,” you mumbled under your breath, letting out a sigh. Holding up the small paper for him to see, you spoke up, “Yeah. I’m unfortunately fishing today.”

“Unfortunate because you hate fishing?” He asked. You were about to nod in confirmation before he continued. “Or, unfortunate because you’re with me?”

At his harsh statement, you frowned, gaping at the man. You struggled to find the right words for him, mouth opening and closing a few times before you managed to utter one word. “Thomas…”

“Come on,” he cut you off, nodding towards the small boat, giving that same awkward smile as before. “We have fishing to do and I’d rather not get bitched at by Vince later.”

That made you snicker, nodding in agreement. “Same though.”

Before long, you were rowing out into the middle of the ocean, the shoreline disappearing. You struggled to prepare the nets and rods, not wanting to watch Thomas row the boat. You hated to admit, but up close, he was handsome. And with him straining his muscles to row, you could easily see his biceps flexing through his dark blue shirt. The sleeves ended just below his elbow, so you had a clear shot of the veins that protruded along his arms.

It was a struggle not to watch him, constantly reminding yourself that you didn’t care for the man before you after everything that happened.

An uncomfortable silence settled between you both when he settled on a spot that seemed to be flourishing with fish. The net was dropped and the rods were cast. You sat in the boat away from each other, staring off into the distance with your backs together, the waiting game upon you. The sun was slowly moving overhead, taunting you with the passage of time. Despite the abundance of fish, nothing seemed to be biting.

Your heart was steadily hammering faster, yet you couldn’t tell if it was because you were sitting alone with Thomas or if it was because every jostle of the boat left you anxious. Thomas seemed to notice your skittish nature behind him, feeling your body jerk and tremble every time the boat would rock more than the last time.

“Are you ok?” he asked, turning to look at you over his shoulder. The second he asked, the boat shook, making you squeal in surprise.

“Fuck, I’m going to die,” you cried, placing the rod aside and resting your elbows on your knees. Thomas blinked, placing his own rod down so he could turn and stare at you.

“Come again?”

“Don’t you get it? I’m too young to die at sea!” you cried louder. The boat shook again, making you squeak once more. “Fuck, I swear that has got to be a shark. This is something straight out of Jaws!”

“...Jaws?”

“Yeah, you know,” you ranted, turning to face him. “That classic movie about the shark that was terrorizing Amity Beach? They had like… three sequels? It was a massive shark that would come and kill people!”

“I… don’t know.”

“Well, what about 47 Meters Down? Granted, we don’t have a diving cage, but we could basically be surrounded by sharks and we have nowhere to go. We are in the middle of the ocean, Thomas!”

“I don’t know that one either.”

“How could you not know them?” you hollered.

Thomas scoffed. “Well, excuse me for losing my memory while in the maze.”

“But I thought you got some memories back from that… that one thing.” You faintly remember hearing about that from your friends.

“I remembered stuff about WICKED. Doesn’t mean I remember your shitty movies!” he snapped.

You growled at him. “God, why are you such an asshole?”

“Why are you such a bitch?” he huffed.

“Thanks for the compliment. I know I’m a babe in total control of herself,” was your smug response, flashing him a smirk. Thomas rolled his eyes, turning away from you.

“God, why did I have to get stuck with you?” he grumbled.

“Because I’m obviously amazing,” you told him, turning to stare at the horizon.

“Fuck you.”

“You would like that.”

You expect him to retort, but he said nothing. You blinked in confusion, turning back to him. He wasn’t facing you, so you only got the backside of his head. Your face fell, a sorrowful thump in your chest making it ache. For some reason, you felt bad for his silence, afraid you had done something wrong. It felt as though his mood dropped, and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

Instead of asking though, you turned and picked up the rod, hoping something would bite soon.

“You know,” he spoke up suddenly, making you jump. “I know you don’t like me.”

Shocked, you turned to him, only to find he still wasn’t facing you. “What? Thomas, no. I don’t-”

“I understand though,” he murmured. “You were happy with the Right Arm before we came. And then within one day, everything you knew and loved was lost. You lost those who practically raised you, like Mary. And it’s all my fault.”

“Thomas…”

“I’ve been trying to make amends for what happened. I know I can’t change what happened, but I wanted to apologize. And you’re the last person I need to apologize to for what happened. I really fucked up that day and I feel bad that I caused so many problems. But you never give me the chance to apologize to you because you are always ignoring me.”

You stared down at your feet, guilt washing over you. This entire time, you had scrutinized him for what he had done and what had happened, judging him for things of his past. You never took the chance to learn who he was and understand how he was feeling. You sighed softly, shifting in your seat, letting silence befall you again.

The boat shook, making you gasp, grasping at the edges of the boat. “Oh my god. What the fuck was that?”

Thomas chuckled. “It was just the waves, Y/N. Calm down.”

“If I get eaten by a shark-” The boat shook more, making you both stumble slightly in the uneven waves. “Oh my god. It’s Jaws!”

“There is no Jaws!”

“I’m too young to die at sea! Why did I have to get ‘fishing’? If I was going to die, why couldn’t I, oh I don’t know, follow the butterflies?” you bellowed. “Fuck, I hate the ocean. Nothing good ever happens out here.”

“Y/N-”

“Is it Jaws?!”

Thomas turned quickly in his seat, just as you turned to face him, wrapping his arms around you.

“Hold on!”

Your eyes widened, feeling the boat shake and shift, being tossed around as the water around you grew aggressive. Your skin paled, barely managing to take a gulp of air before the large wave that was hurtling towards you crashed into the boat, sending you and Thomas toppling into the dark ocean. The waves pushed you around, Thomas barely able to keep his grasp on you.

Your head was spinning.

Your eyes were blurry and unfocused, burning from the salt water.

Your throat ached, wanting to breathe air that wasn’t present as you struggled to figure out which way was up.

Your vision slowly blurred, going black before long, suffocating on the water around you.

A burst of air filled your lungs, your body retching to rid itself of water. You were turned on your side as the water escaped, low heaves and coughs leaving you. When you managed to catch your breath, breathing normally, you flopped back onto your back, staring up at the blue sky. Blinking a few times, you tried to remember what happened.

“Are you ok?” Thomas spoke beside you.

That’s when it hit. You turned to him, eyes slowly widening. You jumped to your feet, stumbling around to look at your surroundings. There was a forest on one side, and the ocean on the other. Wood from the destroyed boat was still washing onto the shore, some of your belongings that managed to survive were scattered in the sand. Nothing was in sight around you - no Safe Haven close to return to.

You glanced down at Thomas, taking note of his dripping wet locks that stuck to his forehead. His shirt and pants clung to his limbs, making his chest and arms stick out more, accentuating the thick thighs you never took the time to notice. Sand stuck to his wet skin, but he didn’t seem fazed by the grainy substance. He was panting, slouched in the sand before where you form once laid.

“Be careful,” he called. “Don’t rush too fast. You just woke up from nearly drowning.”

“Where are we?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” he hummed lowly. “When I finally managed to get us to the surface, this is where we had ended up.”

“So, are you trying to say,” you choked, crouching down into a ball. “That we are stranded?”

“I think so.”

“I’m stranded here with you?” Thomas nodded. You groaned, taking a handful of sand and throwing it away from you both. “Fuck!”

“Y/N, calm down-”

You didn’t listen, rushing to the edge of the water. The waves splashed around your already wet feet, your shoes sinking into the wet sand. “Hello?” you called loudly, cupping your mouth to amplify your voice. “Can anyone hear me? Help! We are stuck out here!”

“Hey, hey. Stop that,” Thomas called, standing from his seat and making his way towards you. He took your hands as you continued to scream into the abyss, turning you to face him. “Stop screaming like that.”

“No, leave me alone! I’m not going to die here with you!”

“Y/N, stop!” he called, holding you struggling form tighter. You eased into him when he raised his voice. “That’s not going to help. You’re just going to wear yourself out faster that way.”

“But-”

“If you continue to scream, you will just make yourself tired and thirsty. And the last thing we need is for you to be dehydrated. You will die faster if that’s the case.” You swallowed thickly, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. “We need to focus on finding food, water and shelter. Then we can figure out how to get home. We need to make sure we are safe first.”

“But, how?” you sniffled, fear finally kicking in. “I can barely fish.”

“Don’t worry about it. I will handle it,” he whispered, pushing your wet hair back. He grimaced when he felt grains of sand interlaced in your strands, but kept a smile on his face. “Just make sure to keep up, alright smallfry?”

You huffed when he turned away, moving to gather some of the supplies that survived. “I’m not a smallfry, you tree!” you called out to him, chasing after the man.

You managed to gather some emergency supplies that had been luckily sealed to keep from getting wet, giving you a blanket, flint for a fire, and a small knife. It wasn’t much, but it was all Thomas needed before he ventured into the jungle. Though, it wasn’t before you had convinced him to let you spell out an SOS in the sand with rather heavy rocks you found along the coast.

Trekking through the dense jungle, soaked from head to toe in salt water, the humidity piercing the air until your skin stuck more than before, and exhaustion beginning to set into your limbs, was the last thing you had thought would happen when you awoke that morning. Let alone you were with Thomas of all people.

On one hand, if you were going to be stuck with anyone, Thomas was a prime candidate. He had survived the Maze and the Scorch, he was fit and able to hunt for food if needed, and he'd carry you with ease if you suddenly fell flat on your face after tripping over the many tree roots that seemed to wrap themselves around your ankles, tugging at your despair. On the other hand, it was Thomas. The traitor, the ex-WICKED member, the know it all.

You frowned at the thought, glancing up to stare at the back of his head, watching the brown tuft of hair flowing in the breeze that skated by. His shirt stuck to his form with sea water and sweat, his arms effortlessly flexing whenever he pushed aside branches, leaves and bushes. Your mind raced back to the discussion on the boat and Thomas’ plea for forgiveness echoing in your ears. Our stomach clenched with the familiar sense of guilt you had before the tsunami-like wave capsized your tiny haven.

Maybe you had judged him too quickly after all. He was making advances to move on and seek retribution for everything. You were stuck in the past, unwilling to forgive what happened to friends back then.

Maybe it was time to start moving on...

Though, that thought didn’t change that you were stuck alone on this uninhabited island with him. Alone with a fairly attractive man...

Shaking your head quickly to rid yourself of the indecent thoughts, your cheeks flaring up, you hustled forward to join his side. The silence between you was unnerving, the only sound around being your rapid heartbeat that seemed to speed up when you sideways glanced at his face. Unconsciously, you found yourself counting the moles that starred his jawline.

No, stop. What are you doing?

“So, uh,” you cleared your throat speaking up, trying to distract yourself from the plague that kept entering your mind. “What is the plan?”

“We should find water and shelter,” he voiced, cut off by the loud growl of your stomach. Your cheeks lit up, not only due to the embarrassment caused by the protests of hunger your body let out, but also the flips your stomach did at the sound of his deep, but melodic laughter. His dark eyes darted to you, a goofy, lopsided grin inching his cheeks upright. “And food too, I guess. We need fresh water and shelter first and foremost though.”

“And how exactly are we supposed to find that?” you questioned, jumping over a rock and nearly faceplanting. Thomas caught you swiftly, adding more heat to your already warm face. Uttering a low thank you, you continued after him, afraid to speak more.

“Well, I guess we should try to listen for some water. If we can find a stream or river, we can probably follow it for a bit.”

“You mean like that?”

You spied a small stream beyond a set of trees, Thomas’ face lighting up at the sight. “Exactly! Let’s go!”

You laughed at his excitement, though you missed the soft smile Thomas gave hearing you laugh the way you did. He rushed towards the stream of water with you hot on his heel, following the water flowing down the island. A more comfortable silence fell between you this time, making your way through the jungle together.

“Eureka!” Thomas finally exclaimed, dashing away from you.

“H-hey! Don’t just leave me alone you asshole! Or I will never forgive you!”

“Story of my life,” was his snarky reply, but the joking words made your heart clench while wincing to yourself. He wasn’t wrong, but it stung to hear it so bluntly. “Now, hurry up and get over here!”

A silent sigh left your lips before rushing after him, stumbling to a stop at his side in awe. A small lake was at the end of the stream you were following, the water sparkling with the sun's rays glaring down at it. A small waterfall stood in the distance, white foam coating the base, rippling waves making the water glisten and shimmer. You stared in awe at the sight, gawking at the beauty.

“Yahoo!” Thomas screamed before diving straight into the water, belongings dropped carelessly to the ground, making you gasp in shock. Dots of cold water sprinkled along your face, causing you to shrink back in surprise and yelp loudly.

“Thomas!” You screamed at him when he resurfaced, kicking his legs to stay afloat. The man pushed back his dark tresses of hair, wiping the water away from his face. He didn’t care that he was fully clothed, fabric clinging to his muscled form. He was content laying back in the water, eyes glued to the blue sky.

“This is nice.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scowled.

His heavenly laugh resounded through the air, your stomach knotting at the noise. Your eyes followed the man as he flipped in the water, diving into the water again before swimming to the other edge near the waterfall. A tired heave escaped as you sat in the nearby grass, sliding off your wet shoes and socks and slipping your aching, waterlogged feet into the lake. The cool water felt refreshing, a sense of calm hitting you almost instantly. You leaned back on your hands, allowing yourself to unwind for the first time since you awoke on the sandy beach.

“Hey!” Thomas called, making you crack an eye in his direction. He was waving at you from afar, standing at the edge of the waterfall. He pointed towards the falling rapids, calling out, “There is a small cave back here! I think we can use this as shelter!”

“Are you sure?” You hollered back. Thomas nodded, diving into the water and swimming towards you. When he arrived, he stayed in the water, resting on the edge of the lake on his arms.

“Yeah. It’s small, but I think it'll do. It’s dry enough for us to have a fire but it’ll keep any animals out.”

“If I die tonight because you are wrong and some animal mauls me while I sleep, I am coming back to haunt you.”

Thomas grinned, lifting himself out of the water to grab the gear he dropped. The water made his pants sag, exposing the elastic of the dark boxers he had on. You blushed and turned away, listening to him rummage around in the waterproof bag of emergency goods.

“I’m going to try and gather some food from the trees. Do you think you can gather some wood for a fire? We can use the bag and tarp that was inside to keep it dry when we head in,” he suggested, tossing both in your direction.

“I guess. But let me rest for a bit longer please,” you hummed, turning to look at him. Thomas nodded at your words, pocketing a knife set. Turning was a bad decision - Thomas at that moment was stripping off his wet shirt, giving you full display of his toned upper torso, complete with check hair and happy trail dipping into his waistband. His broad shoulders and arms flexed as he stretched, folding the shirt and placing it down with the spare belongings in the bag. His long legs carried him towards some trees with mysterious fruit hiding in the tops, your eyes tracing the back muscles you didn’t know you needed until now.

The man proceeded to climb the tree carefully, trying not to slip too much from his wet pants. Watching him pull himself up, arms bulging and veins prominent along his skin even from a distance, made your body heat up, legs rubbing together slightly. The attractive man left your mind reeling. A shaky breath left your lips, your head turning away quickly.

What the fuck? You thought to yourself, staring at your reflection. Since when did I think of Thomas as attractive?

The soft thunk of fruits being cut down from the tree made your ears ring, eyes darting to stare at the man in the tree before returning to the water. You saw how red your face was.

I thought I hated him. I thought I despised him. But ever since he said he’s been trying to apologize for what happened, I can’t help but think… You groaned, ruffling your knotted hair. Have I just always found him attractive but chose to ignore it because I was irrationally angry at him?

“Aw fuck,” you heard Thomas groan when he fell on his ass while descend the tree. The man stood from the ground, rubbing his sore buttox before moving to the next tree, repeating his attempts to gather food. You giggled to yourself, tucking some loose hair away.

“Maybe I have been too harsh on him,” you sighed to yourself, feeling your heartbeat picking up. “Maybe it’s time to move on and forgive him.That fucking attractive asshole.”

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable! Help a brotha out!” he joking called before jumping onto another tree ungracefully, shimmying up the trunk slowly.

“I know, asshole!”

Hesitantly, you pulled yourself from the ground, grumbling lowly at yourself as you dragged the supplies to the small cave before heading off to find sticks. The entire time you gathered the broken twigs and branches that littered across the ground, your eyes kept lingering on the broad, muscular form in the distance. Setting your eyes on his form made your heart race, face heating up from something other than the setting sun in the distance. You ached, but not from the strenuous task of obtaining firewood for warmth that night. As you crouched for wood, your legs rubbed together to relieve the throbbing sensation that racked your lower body. Your mind was plagued with him - how you never noticed his beautiful or funny personality through your initial judgment. Deep down, you knew he was hot… but it didn’t strike until now just how much you really liked him.

And being stuck with him, seeing how much he cared, only deepened the feeling. Rapidly, at that. You were smitten in a matter of hours, putting aside your hatred to see the real side of the man.

When you walked into the cave, it was silent. Thomas said nothing, busy setting up the blanket so you had a somewhat comfortable place to rest until help, hopefully, arrived. You pouted, a sudden overwhelming sense of doubt hitting you. Though he never showed it, insecurity struck, suggesting to you that he was actually uncomfortable with the situation - that he actually was upset that you had resented him for so long. Despite his attempted apology in the smash boat, he really was unhappy that you wouldn’t accept him.

And here you were, pining over the man suddenly as a new light was making his presence glow in the darkness, giving you some hope, security and a very flushed face at the simplest thoughts. How the tables turned in your mind.

The sun was nearly gone, giving the sky a faint, blue glow, the remnants of pinks and oranges fading into black. Thomas quietly started a fire, the crackling embers flaring up after a few harsh breaths from the man to fan the flames. Both of you settled onto the blanket, nibbling on the fruits he had gathered. A decent gap was between you, your butt at the edge of the blanket just like his.

Listening to the crackle of the fire made your mind race with uneasy thoughts. Occasionally, as you bit into the mysterious, but sweet food, you would glance at the man beside you, finding his eyes glued to the fire before you. Eyes traced his side profile, heating up as you admired his sharp jawline speckled in freckles and moles, bits of scruff forming on his chin.

He hadn’t shaved recently.

Your stomach fluttered, knotting tightly with delight and discomfort. He was handsome, something you would have never admitted before today, but the cold shoulder was killing you. Your mouth was dry, tongue darting out in an attempt to relieve the crackling feeling with no result. Your heart pounded against your chest before turning away, tugging your lip between your teeth to nibble at unconsciously.

Now that you were ready to forgive him, this new feeling was taking over. You really liked him, and you wanted to get to know him more. You were tired of judging him for what happened. You had the wrong perception of him. But, you had to make things right.

“Thomas,” you croaked. The man turned his head; you could feel his chocolate colored eyes on the side of your head, trying to pierce you. The words didn’t want to come out when you opened your mouth, unsure what you wanted to say or ask. You finally managed after a handful of attempts to utter one line: “Do you hate me?”

“What?” he asked, more to himself than to you. When you glanced at him, he was shocked, gawking in your direction. The leg he had tucked into him as he ate was extended, body turned to face you better.

“I just,” you started, twiddling your fingers together. “I’ve been so hard on you since we got to the safe haven. I hated you because of what happened with the Right Arm. But I never gave you a chance to make amends for that. I know you didn’t deserve the treatment I gave you, but I did it anyway, believing that you were this cocky know-it-all for being the savior that took down WICKED. And, I’m sorry for that.

“I shouldn't have judged you so prematurely. I shouldn’t have shunned you or pushed you away when all you wanted was to be friends, to make up for what happened because I get it; you feel guilty for what happened. You blame yourself when you shouldn’t. It wasn’t even your fault when you think about it. And now… we’re stuck here and I just… I keep feeling like because of how poorly I’ve treated you that you hate me now. I’ve done you wrong and you have no reason to treat me kindly. Sure, survival is one thing but… I’m sure you hate me.”

“I could never,” he voiced without a thought, startling you.

Staring up at him, you whispered, “What?”

“I could never hate you,” he hummed, returning to hugging a knee to his chest. “Quite the opposite really.”

“I’m not following.”

Thomas chuckled, continuing, “You were the one I wanted to apologize to the most because of how much I liked you. I’ve…” he paused, taking a deep breath. “I’ve had a massive crush on you for the longest time. You’re the smartest, strongest and most beautiful woman in the safe haven to me. I couldn’t but to develop a small… well, a massive crush on you. And I wanted to ask you to give me a chance, but you would always walk away when I got the courage to talk to you. I knew I had hurt you but I wanted to try. So, yeah. I could never hate you.”

It was your turn to gawk at him. Your cheeks burned, staring at the handsome man in shock. Your mouth opened and closed, unable to say anything for the longest time. And when you finally managed to say anything, you only could say, “I’m going to take a bath!”

Thomas laughed when he watched you rush out, jumping into the shallow water just outside the cave fully clothed. Collapsing onto a rock, water coming up to your waist, you huffed, burrowing your face in your palms.

“God, I’m stupid. He fucking likes me too. He has a crush on me. And here I’m starting to crush on him. What did I fucking run?!”

Sighing, you peeled the wet shirt over your head, struggling to strip yourself of your pants. Since you were already in the water, you figured you should at least wash up the best you could, choosing to scrub your tattered clothes a bit to rid them of dirt and grime. The wet clothes, after you were done, we placed aside, allowing you to sink further into the water. A content breath left your lips, looking up at the stars that made the sky glow.

“So, you like me too?”

You jumped, turning around with arms crossed over your chest to hide your almost bare chest. The cocky male sat at the base of the cave, still shirtless from his earlier excursion.

“Can you not?!” you screamed, splashing water in his direction.

“Sorry, sorry,” he teased. “I initially came to check on you after you ran off, and you’ve been out here for a bit. Wanted to make sure something didn’t eat you.”

“I appreciate the concern, but can you not stare at my chest?” you grumbled, noticing his stare at the water, right where your hands were. “And what gave you the impression that I like you too?”

“You know I could hear you, right?” You blushed, sinking further into the water. “Listen, I’m glad you are starting to like me too. But I will leave you be. I will let you tell me when you’re ready. I’m honestly just... “ He stopped for a second. “I’m just glad you don’t hate me anymore.”

“I don’t think I ever really hated you,” you admitted to him. “I was just blind to how much I really did like you. I never took the time to notice how handsome, smart and funny you are. I lied to myself that I didn’t like you when I’m pretty sure I liked you a hell of a lot.”

“You know, being stranded on this island sucks,” he hummed playfully. “But, I’m glad I’m here with you. It really is something special.”

“Thomas.”

“I will leave you be to clean up. I shouldn’t bother you. But please give me a holler if you need me or something happens.”

He stood to leave, turning his back to retreat into your small dominion for the night. He didn’t hear the water splash as you rushed to the edge of the water, not caring to shield yourself as you called out to him again.

“Thomas!”

Slowly, he turned back to you, a red hot blush clearly appearing on his skin despite the darkness. “Yes?”

You were silent for a second before speaking up, “do you want to take a bath with me? You know, clean up and maybe wash your clothes?”

He chuckled, contemplating for a moment before letting his feelings cave over his rational thoughts. He turned around briskly, rushing to join you in the water. His jump into the shallow water, albeit not a big one, was enough to make the water splash against you, Thomas earning a squeal of surprise. He grinned, falling back into the water so he could float among the small waves so he could pull his pants off.

You blushed, moving to sink into further water, deep enough to hide yourself but to not have to tread water. You avoid his eyes, keeping your eyes on the rippling waves, listening to the patter of the waterfall behind you.

It wasn’t until you heard the wet slap of his pants on rock and felt his warm presence against your back at you became hyper aware of him standing right behind you. You could feel his hot breath fan against your neck as he pushed your wet locks aside, draping them over one shoulder.

“Is this fine?” he asked quietly. “I don’t want to go fast. I don’t want to scare you away, but I can’t keep myself away. I should have just walked away, but I can’t when you’re so close. You said you like me too and I’ve wanted this for so long. So please, if you don’t want this, tell me now.”

“Tommy,” you breathed. The name made his breath hitch - something you caught instantly. His body stiffened against yours, his breathing picking up. Your heart was beating just as fast as his was, though you couldn’t pick up on the rapid pounding in his chest.

“Please. If I’ve gone too far, tell me. Because if you don’t stop me, I don’t know what I will do. I’m a hormonal guy, Y/N. And I’m stranded on an island alone with the most beautiful girl int eh world. The girl I’ve admired for too long. I don’t want to hurt-”

You turned quickly, cupping his cheeks in your hands and pulling him into a rough, sloppy kiss to silence him. The man’s muffled grunts were lost to your lips, his body instantly reacting to yours. He pushed closer to you, his erection obvious against your leg. His hands wrapped around your waist, hugging you to his muscled chest, wet pecs flexing anxiously with the jump in his heartbeat. Your fingers curled against his cheeks before pulling away, grinning cheekily.

“You talk to much. Maybe I should have just continued hating you.”

“Nope. This is better.”

His lips crashed back onto yours after his hasty response, tilting his head to give him as much room as possible to engulf your lips with his. Your hands eagerly slid up to his wet chocolate tresses, tangling in them to scrape at his scalp. His hands ran along your waist until he found your ass, lifting you up against him so your legs could wrap around his midsection. Things escalated quickly, heat building with the sensual kiss.

And you weren’t arguing right now.

He backed you into the shallowest part of the water, placing you down to focus on the heated kiss. His tongue darted along your plump lips until they parted, automatically shoving past them to enter your wet cavern. Tongues battled for dominance, something you easily lost. His tongue ran along your mouth, tracing every inch of it before pulling away for air, a short string of saliva still connecting your lips.

Your chests rose and fell quickly for air before instantly delving in for more open mouth kisses. Lips dragged against each other, wet smacks mixing with the rushing water beside you. Noses bumped whenever your heads turned to get a better position, teeth clashing with every heated crash. His lips dragged along yours, sucking them teasingly before devouring them again and again.

Your hands slid down from his hair, landing on his broad shoulder first before running down his chest. Your fingers skimming along his skin made him shiver, pecs jumping under your sultry touch. His arms flexed, more veins emerging from his skin as he got excited. When your thumbs brushed against his nipples, he shuddered, breaking the kiss to let out a gasping moan.

“Don’t do that,” he rasped, a glint in the glare he sent you.

“Oh. Are your nipples sensitive, Tommy?” you cooed, smirking up at the man. A deeper groan left his lips, his face burrowing in your neck. Tiny nips and kisses were left on your skin, Thomas earning himself a moan.

“I hate that you started using that name so quickly,” he uttered deeply. “It’s making it really hard to control myself.”

“Who said you needed to control yourself?” you spoke without warning. Thomas groaned once more, hands fussing with the bra strap against your back.

The article was nearly ripped from your skin and tossed aside, lost to the lake as it drifted away in the water. His eyes were dark, near animalistic, like he was staring at his prey right before he pounced. You weren’t telling him no; you were encouraging the hungry tiger inside. He intended to take advantage of that, even if his mind told him not to. His body spoke louder. His hunger made him salivate, taking in the sight of your bare torso before lunging.

His head dipped down, latching onto your breast instantly. Your head fell back, unleashing a loud moan at the pleasure. His mouth wrapped around your hard bud, tongue flicking at it happily. His large, veiny hand grasped the other one, fondling it fiercely, between his long fingers. Even if you told yourself you didn’t want this, your body screamed that you did. Even if you told yourself you didn’t want to be stuck with Thomas, you were glad it was him. Even if you told yourself you didn’t like him, you knew for a fact you did.

What he was doing felt phenomenal, and you wouldn’t change that for the world right then and there.

Thomas pulled away with a pop, sucking red marks along the skin of your mounds before resuming his licking barrage on the nipple, grunting against it happily. More moans left your lips, fingers tangling in his hair to keep yourself together, giving you something to tug at while you were pleasured. Your legs rubbed together, feeling heat pooling between them the more he attacked your chest, suckling at your nipple repeatedly. When he finally switched breasts, you lost control, nearly shouting his name into the night sky.

“Oh, fuck, Thomas!” you mewled, pressing his face further into your chest. “That feels so good.”

“Shit,” he choked, prying himself from your grasp to move up to your level. His body sliding against yours allowed you to feel the obvious bulge in his boxers, your core twitching as a result. “If you keep that up, I’m going to have to fuck you senseless. You have no idea how hot that is and how fucking horny I am right now.”

“Then do it,” you let out. “Fucking fuck me already.”

“God damn.”

He didn’t ask twice. He was stripping you of your only remaining garment, tossing them with his own onto the rocks behind you. Your stare turned south to catch a glimpse of his shaft, gawking at the size. “Holy shit,” you gasped. “Is that what I was missing by hating your guts?”

His was long and hard, his hand wrapped around the girthy base to stroke it casually. The tip was swollen and red, beads of precum coming out the tip when he tugged at himself. He was much larger than any other guy you had seen - the few one night stands you managed to have were nothing compared to this. You were silently thanking the world for what had happened, giving you a chance to make things right with Thomas and to get fucked senseless by a god. You were thankful for the realization of your feelings because right now, your pussy was pleading to be filled.

“Should have talked to me sooner. We could have been fucking for a while now,” he teased. “Of course, I wanted you for more than a good lay, but I’m sure I can please you when you need it.”

“Oh? Low blow, cowboy. Sure you can stick to those guns?”

“Why don’t we find out?”

The tip ran along your folds a few times before he pushed in quickly, bottoming out in seconds. A loud, prolonged moan left your mouth, the noise drawn out and making your throat vibrate. Thomas grunted at the feeling of your tight cunt around him, your walls grasping at his hard cock eagerly. His eyes closed, trying to not cum instantly. You were wet and warm, clinging to him intermittently, hugging him tightly. The subtlest shift made you clench, another loud noise filling the air.

Before he started to move, he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He gave you a chaste kiss before groaning, shifting you against him. “If it gets to be too much, stop me.”

“Alright.”

It started slow, your body bouncing against his. His hands sat on your backside, using your ass as leverage to guide your body against his. His long shaft slid in and out of you slowly, rubbing against your walls and poking at the sensitive spots. Whenever he was nearly freed, you were brought back down onto him, fully sheathing him inside your warmth.

The speed picked up gradually until you were being slammed onto his thick cock repeatedly, enhancing the pleasure you were feeling. Your moans grew in volume, filling the night air around you. The water splashed against your sides with every diligent thrust into your tight core, aiding Thomas’ thick cock in sliding in and out of you. Nails clawed at his skin, diggin crescent-shaped moons into his shoulders while being bounced, keeping you steady and upright.

Thomas groaned loudly, the sound of your seductive moans in his ears making him harder than he thought was possible. His chocolate pupils, darkened by lust, traveled south, traveling the features of your face the entire time. Your lips were rosy from the intense kisses you shared, your bright orbs were half-lidded with ecstasy, your cheeks were flushed under the moon that was rearing it face over the trees slowly. When his eyes befell your chest, watching your breasts bounce up and down against his moist chest, the former runner was floored. He had never seen something so wonderful - so attractive. His stomach tightened, hips thrusting faster into you, unleashing a more animalistic nature that had you screaming.

“Oh, god!” you let out, throwing your head back. Your entire body shook, your knotting stomach flipping a million times a second. Thomas grunted out at your echoed speech, leaning forward to latch onto your breast, after a bit of trouble to keep a steady pace and attack the mound as it jostled aimlessly. One hand found its way to his wet locks, tugging at them harshly. The suckling to your peaked buds made your eyes flash white, the shaking increasing significantly as your high hit. “Oh fuck, Thomas!”

With your walls clenching, your warm cunt hugging him tightly and his cock growing slick with your arousal, his head began to spin. Maybe it was the lack of air; he wasn’t breathing while he bucked into you, nibbling at your breast with all of his might. His thrusts grew sloppy, fighting to control himself while you had your orgasm. When he finally felt your body going limp, he moved forward, resting you on a shallow rock and pulling himself free.

You blinked your eyes opened, glancing at the dark haired man that no longer occupied your used core. Your pussy throbbed, trying to clench around nothing but air, screaming at its sudden emptiness. Thomas’ eyes were glued on you - all of you - taking in your fucked-out expression, round breasts that were littered with red love marks, and your chest heaving with uneven breaths. His large hand, covered in veins, wrapped around his cock, stroking himself quickly and harshly, pulling the skin of his length over the tip slightly. The man hunched forward slightly, refusing to give in until he was grunting loudly, utter a few curses before releasing himself onto your form.

Thick ropes of his hot seed shot from the tip, dotting up your stomach to your chest, covering your breasts in his white, steamy essence. Bits of water washed the droplets away when it splashed across your body, but he licked his lips at the sight of you covered in his cum, looking hot with the white strings as your form. His unruly noises got louder when you ran your fingers along the few drops that remained, particularly on your breasts, rubbing the thick substance around your taut buds slowly.

“Shit,” he huffed, kneeling on the rock beside you. His lips connected to yours in a searing kiss, your lips instantly parting to allow his tongue to invade your cheeks. Your tongues tangled together messily, noisy open-mouth kisses smacking against each other in haste. Thomas’ hand slithered between your legs, shamelessly shoving two fingers into your sensitive core. The moan that he ripped from your was lost to his throat. His fingers shoved into your pussy quickly, making you writhe under him.

The kiss broke, allowing your shaking words to escape. “Don’t go so rough.”

“Are you a bit sensitive after you took me?” he asked cheekily, making you laugh slightly.

“I guess you could say that. I think I’m a little overstimulated. I haven’t had sex in a while.”

Thomas blinked, hand stilling. “You’re had sex before?”

Your eyes met, confusion in your eyes. “I mean, of course. I tried dating a guy once after we came to the safe haven, but he was only good for a single lay to relieve some stress from everything,” you revealed. With a giggle, you continued, “Don’t tell me you haven’t had some action since we got here.”

“Oh. I-I mean.. Well, yeah. Who hasn’t?” You didn’t seem convinced, earning a deep sigh from Thomas. His fingers removed themselves from your core, the man sitting on the rock beside you. You sat up yourself, hugging your chest slightly. “I guess if you count the one night stand I had after getting really drunk on Gally’s drink.”

“No way. With who?”

Thomas chuckled at your enthusiasm. “I can’t really remember. She was gone before I woke up in the chicken coop. I think her name was Mandy because after that night, she never talked to me again.”

Your laughter grew louder, leaning on the frowning male. “That’s fucking great.”

“Laugh it up, bitch.”

“I will,” you teased. “But, how come you never tried for more?”

“I mean,” he sighed, looking down at you. “I had my eyes on someone I really liked. But, she didn’t like me back. Wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t look at me. She hated my guts.”

“Well,” you sighed, looking up at him with a joking smile, “she’s lost out. You should forget about her.”

Thomas laughed, leaning down to kiss you softly. His hand, wet and dripping with water, moved up to caress your cheek as his lips dragged against yours slowly. “I think I already am because I have someone amazing with me now.”

Together you sat under the moonlight in the water for a while, cuddling until you felt your feet wrinkling and your body shiver from the cold that was setting in. Thomas exited the water first, lending a hand to help you out afterwards. Gathering your discarded clothes, you hobbled back into the warmth of the cave. While you laid out the clothes to dry, Thomas added more wood to the dying fire, letting it flare back up before you both snuggled together on the blanket, seeking warmth with each other.

You faced him, staring up at his sharp features, fingers dancing along his muscled arms and speckled cheeks. His biceps flexed under your touch, cheeks curling upwards with a smile at the gentle skim of your touch. His own arm was draped over your waist, drawing imaginary shapes to the small of your back. You had never been so comfortable or content in your life, having spent so long running from Cranks or escaping from WICKED in hopes of finding a safe place to live in peace, praying to harmony in your unpredictable life. You frowned at the thought; you had misses so much because of your judgments.

“I’m still sorry,” you whispered lowly. Thomas hummed, waiting for you to continue. “I’m sorry for everything, Tommy. For shunning you, judging you, mistreating you. You didn’t deserve it.”

“It’s fine, babe,” he mused, kissing your forehead. “I get it. You don’t need to beat yourself up about it.”

“But-”

“No buts,” he laughed. His eyes met yours, giving you a soft smile before leaning in and kissing you on your lips softly. “We just need to move on from here.”

“I guess so.”

“Just give me a chance to show you that I’m a good guy,” he teased, making you laugh.

“Yeah, if we ever get off this island,” you said. “But, being stranded with you isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

“Are you saying that shipwrecking with me here was going to suck?” he gasped.

“Tommy, I didn’t even want to fish with your ass!”

“But I have a fine ass.”

“Yeah, I know,” you teased, daring to roll onto him, straddling his waist with ease. Your lips connected in a fiery kiss, earning a deep grunt from the former runner. “I watched you climb a tree today. You have a nice behind.”

“So do you,” he rasped lowly, cupping your backside tightly in his palms. The action made you mewl, grinding your hips against his sharply. Your lips connected once more, letting your tongues tease each other. Thomas’ cock was growing hard under you, sliding between your moist pussy lips. The man murmured against your lips after breaking your kiss, “I’m getting horny again.”

“I can’t say I disagree,” you uttered, grinding on him harder, two moans filling your small hideaway. His cock was twitching against your wet core, the hands that remained on your ass helping you rock against him faster. “Fuck, I just want you inside me again.”

“If we do, I can’t promise I will last long… or pull out in time to not cum inside you.”

“That’s fine,” you let out.

Thomas grinned seductively, teeth twinkling mischievously. “You know, if that happens, there will be a chance you could get pregnant.”

“I know, but I trust you.”

The words made his heart jump slightly. “So, are you saying that you want me to fill you with my cum? You want me to fuck you silly and maybe put a baby inside you?”

“I mean, I will take the fucking me silly, but if a baby comes with it, you’re helping to raise it.”

“Deal,” he gasped.

Within much thought, he was aligning with your core, sliding into you. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up once more, your pussy full with his giant cock. The tip of his cock brushed against your g-spot, as well as new spots he hadn’t hit before. The new position came with a new angle, and the new angle let him reach deeper inside you. He stayed still for a moment before guiding you along his length, rocking you back and forth along his shaft.

You laid against his as you moved along his cock, breasts pressed against his chest. Your lips danced together occasionally, dragging against each other slowly before parting to let our low moans. The subtle smack from the kisses made your heart race and core clench, squeezing around him tightly. They were such loving kisses, but they made your walls tight and wet.

Pushing up on his chest, separating from the multitude of kisses you shared, you picked up speed, riding him quickly. His cock slid in and out of you quickly, your body rising up and slamming back onto him before he could escape your grasp. Your speed gradually built until you were slapping your hips together loudly, sweaty skin sticking together and pulling apart with slick noises.

Thomas licked his lips, eying your bouncing breasts for a bit before turning to watch his cock slip in and out of you. He was familiar with your breasts moving when he was inside you, but he thoroughly enjoyed the way his cock would emerge covered in your sweet arousal, making his length glisten in the firelight, before it disappeared back inside your tight cunt, throbbing with the need to explode. He wanted to fill you up, spilling every last ounce he had into your hole. He wanted to watch the white seed drip from your lips, oozing out because you were so full of him.

The desire to do so was overwhelming, so much that the man lifted you off of him with a short whine, and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. He found himself ramming back into you from behind, hearing a short scream rip from your throat when he wasted no time in slamming himself into you. He bucked wildly, his speed nearly godly, thrusting himself deep into you. His new speed and position made you scream his name loudly, clawing at the bunched up blankets under you. Your body shifted with every thrust, only kept steady from a firm hand he kept on your hip. The other hand planted firmly to your backside, a reddening handprint pressed into your skin.

“You feel so good, baby,” he growled, pushing harder. His hips snapped into your ass, balls slapping against your folds. The sounds of slapping skin mixed with the uncontrollable noises that left your mouth in panted breaths, making Thomas grin widely. “You like this, Y/N? You like when I fill you up with my giant fucking cock?”

“Tommy-”

“You love when I fuck you into the ground like this? You just can’t get enough, can you?”

“No,” you managed to utter. “I need more.”

“What was that?” he asked, the hand that had been slapping at your ass occasionally sliding up your back to your neck. He gave it a firm squeeze, hearing a choked breath leave. He didn’t want to hurt you, but you made no effort to remove it, so he figured you were fine. Maybe, you were even enjoying the restriction. “Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck, Thomas. Fill me up already! Please!”

“God, you just love being filled up. Such a dirty girl, wanting to be filled up with my cum. You want all of my cum inside you? You want me to fill you up with all of my cum?”

“Yes!” You hollered weakly. Dots were blinking in your vision, your body tightening with your inevitable release. “Please fill me up Tommy. I want to cum with you. I love the feeling of your cock so much, but i want to feel you inside me.”

“Fuck, thats hot,” he muttered, shoving into you faster than before. He pushed up onto his feet, releasing your neck so he could steady you against him. His entire body was used to push into you, every part of his body leveraged to excite you over the top. He wanted to make your next orgasm one to remember. He wanted to have you releasing on his cock more than you thought was possible. He wanted to explode every drop into you. “Cum with me, Y/N. Please baby, cum all over my fucking cock.”

You moaned in response, body nearly going limp from your orgasm. Your stomach hurt from trying to hold back, so you didn’t keep it in. The knot was burned away, and you were spilling everything you had onto his length, making it slick enough to still slide in and out of you as he thrust sloppily. Your walls were clinging to him desperately, convulsing with every droplet you released that stuck to his length.

Your tight, wet cunt made Thomas’ head spin like before, his own high nearly. Your core was hugging him close, squeezing him lifeless. The warmth was making him throb and twitch, finally exploding his load into you with one loud grunting groan. His thick seed shot from the tip, painting along your inner walls like white paint. The former runner let out a prolonged mewl of approval, thrusts slowing, letting your walls milk him of every last bit he had built up.

Your bodies finally collapsed from exhaustion, Thomas remaining inside you until he had softened to a tiny chub. His fascination led him to watch his arousal slip from your pussy lips, the man licking his lips slowly.

“That’s something to remember…” he whispered to himself before moving to kiss your shoulder blades. “We should get some rest. Then tomorrow, we can try to find a way off this island and back home.”

He didn’t receive a response.

“Y/N?”

He turned you over, finding you sound asleep, chest rising and falling steadily. You had a gentle smile ebbed onto your lips, resting peacefully. The man chuckled, pushing back some of the hair that stuck to your sweaty forward, placing a sweet, loving kiss to your temple. Laying beside you, he curled you into his chest, struggling to pull the blanket over you to keep you warm in case the fire died out while you slept. His head rested on his sore arm, but he didn’t mind the pain; his comfort came from you beside him, in his arms - finally.

“Sleep well. And thank you for giving me a chance. I didn’t think getting stranded would be such a good thing...”

His eyes fluttered open, finding a small stream of sunlight filling the cave. It took a moment to process his surroundings. The fire had died, he was in a cave, and you were nuzzled into his side, bare naked and sound asleep. Thomas thought he was dreaming before recalling the wave and the boat crash, finding you stranded on an unknown island without a way home. He also remember the heated evening of confessions, apologies and sex that blew his mind.

Not in any rush to move, he pulled you into him, nestling his face in the rats nest atop your head. He could feel your lips curling up against his skin at this, the man chuckling. “Good morning,” he let out, voice raspy and deep with sleep.

“Good morning,” you muttered lowly. “Can we not move for a while? I hurt.”

“I’d figure,” he laughed. “I fucked you a lot last night.”

“And honestly?” you hummed. “I regret nothing.”

“That’s relieving actually. I’m glad I won’t have to be punched later to forcing you to have sex with me.”

“Never,” you laughed, struggling to look up at him. Thomas glanced down at your sleepy face, placing a soft peck to your lips.

“So, you are going to give me a chance later right? Like, when we can finally get home?”

“I thought I made that clear when I apologized for how I’ve been treating you,” you scowled playfully, punching his chest weakly. “And you kind of fucked me a lot. You’re not leaving me dry for a while.”

“I can handle that,” he smirked, pulling you into a deeper kiss.

The steamy kiss would ahve led to a heated round of unruly morning sex if your ears hadn’t perked at the sounds outside the cave. You pulled away from a disappointed Thomas, sitting up abruptly.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asked.

Listening carefully, you heard the faint call.

“-Mas!”

“-/N!”

“Someone is calling our names?” you asked, glancing at the man who shrugged.

“Did someone manage to find us?” he thought aloud.

“Thomas!”

“Y/N!”

“Oh my god,” Thomas gasped, jumping to his feet and rushing to the cave entrance. “That’s Minho!”

“What?!” You exclaimed back, running after the man.

In your excitement, you both ran from the cave in search of the voices calling your names. Thomas’ hand clasped around yours to keep from getting separated, keeping you from falling over any trees or rocks. The voices grew louder as you rushed through the sea of green trees, pushing through bushes and in the mud.

In the distance, you locked eyes with the boy calling your name - Thomas friend from the maze and the former leader of the runners. Minho’s eyes grew when he saw you both run from the bushed, calling his name. You halted in the middle of a small clearing, panting for breath.

“Thomas, Y/N,” Minho uttered softly before his eyebrows scrunched up. “Why are you guys naked?”

“Eh?” you let out, looking down at yourself. Realizing what had happened, you shrieked loudly, hugging yourself. Thomas turned to hug you, glaring back at Minho.

“Look away!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Minho called, turning around. “I don’t want to stare at your bare ass anyway!”

“Fuck you,” Thomas growled. “How did you find us anyway?”

“We’ve been searching all night. When you didn’t come back, we pulled out the small motorboat to search for you. Someone mentioned the waves had picked up, so we thought something might have happened. We found the boat wrecked on the island-”

“Wait,” you called, stopping him. “There was a motorboat?”

“Yeah,” Minho said. “It’s always in the boat we used to get here. It’s not used very often to conserve fuel and all, but it’s pretty decently sized and everything.”

“We had a motorboat, and you set us out to go fishing on a wooden rowboat?!”

Minho blinked “Ummmm…”

“I’m going to kill you, Minho!”

The former runner took off with you hot on his tail, uncaring that you were still barren to the world. Thomas sighed as he watched you chase the man around the clearing, weaving through trees before tackling the man to the ground, scarring him as you beat him up.

“I guess I should be thankful,” Thomas told himself. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t have ended up stranded here and had the night we did.”

“Thomas, help! Get her off me!”

“Can’t help, sorry,” Thomas called, turning away. “I need to go get our stuff from the cave. Plus, she hates me, remember?”

“Bullshit!”

“Take it easy on him, babe. He’s our way home!” Thomas teased, walking away.

“He dies tonight! I’m roasting Minho alive!”

“Good talk!”

“Thomas, don’t leave me with this monster! Something obviously happened and you can’t leave me like this!” Minho called, but Thomas was gone. “THOMAS!”

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