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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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hey dude, it’s good to finally find someone who does tmr male!readers agshdhs

please could I request a Newt x male!reader fic/some headcanons, set after death cure with the alternate ending where he’s okay? Him and the reader were in the glade together and have been inseparable since. But in that time they’ve had An Unspoken Thing between them and getting settled in the Safe Haven made them finally feel comfortable enough to fess up their feelings for each other (I’m a massive sucker for mlm slow burn and mutual pining,,,)

don’t feel pressured to take this on btw! just thought I’d shoot my shot, and I hope all is well with you x

Yanno it's actually kinda mad that this isn't the first time that someone has said they struggle to find TMR writers who write for mlm relationships. Yanno, since there are literally only two women in the main group for the entire franchise.

And James Dashner has only ever confirmed one character's sexuality.

Which is Newt. Who is gay.

Anyway, I'm more than happy to write for Newt. I'm also more than happy to pretend he's still alive. (RIP Newt.)

SAFE AT LAST

MASTERLIST | NEWT MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. AU where Newt's immune and survived the Flare.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, dumb anxious gays, long term feelings, end of a slow burn, like one sex joke.

Newt's your best friend.

You've been through thick and thin together. From living through and surviving the Maze, to escaping and surviving the Scorch, to taking down WICKED and making it to the Safe Haven.

It's been a rough few years, but you're safe now. Like, you're actually safe now.

You and Newt had always been close. Closer than the other Gladers had been and you can normally be found going about your tasks together. Newt actually started spending his time as a Track-hoe because that was your job- and it meant he got to spend more time with you.

The other boys have always suspected something more between the pair of you. Especially Minho, who is basically your number one fan.

He'd actually be heartbroken if you guys never got together.

But now there's really no reason for you to not be together. With the dangers and the life-threatening scenarios and the hellish world the Solar Flares created behind you- you're just kind of avoiding the topic.

Part of you really doesn't want to mess up your friendship with Newt if you say something (despite Minho constantly telling you he's in love with you.) And you're also scared.

You've got plenty of friends. The survivors of the Glade, even Gally, are all incredibly close, with the additions of Brenda, Jorge, Aris and some girls from Group B.

But romantic relationships? That's different. None of you have ever experienced romantic situations, apart from Thomas, which is now kind of awkward because you're all starting adulthood. It's scary.

"You're killing me, man" Minho complains, lying across a bench like the dramatic little shit he is, after having yet another conversation with you about Newt. "Just ask him- go on a date, tell him you love him, go spend some time in your hut- though make sure to get consent."

"Minho," you glare at him, "gross."

"What?" He leans up, resting on his elbows. "It's not like I'm wrong."

You sigh, rolling your eyes at the boy.

"Yanno, if you guys would just actually get together than I wouldn't have anything to talk to either of you about. It's kinda boring here."

"It's peaceful," you argue, "you're just used to daily suicide missions."

"Uh, sorry for tryna get your buggin' ass outta the Maze- but it sure does get ya blood pumpin'. Who doesn't love a good workout?" You scoff at him, and he sits up, letting his hands drop between his legs. "Look, talk to him. Please, for the love of everyone here- shuckin' talk to the man. I've been watching this klunk for so long I'm gonna ask Newt out if you don't grow some balls and get it over with."

"Don't you dare," he fakes a gasp, putting his hand to his chest.

"You do it, then."

You grumble, but Minho is right.

So, you stand up, deciding to go and find Newt. Which, for the first time ever, is weirdly difficult.

He's absolutely no where to be seen.

You ask Thomas, then Gally, Sonya, Aris, Jorge, even Vince.

Eventually, you spot Newt sitting in the sand, his trouser rolled up with his feet in the water, seemingly enjoying a moment away from everyone.

For some reason, watching the blond throw his head back and take a deep breath makes you think of your time with him.

Like when you'd share meals in the Glade, or when he'd be particularly stressed and you'd go for a walk and chill at the small lake in the Deadheads.

Or that one time he thought it'd be funny to make you jump and you elbowed him so hard he cracked a rib. You both got lectured by Jeff.

Or when Gally was building something and a wooden board fell back and smacked him square in the face. You and Newt were basically crying laughing as you toppled over each other. Gally was salty for weeks.

Or when in the Scorch when you fought over a battle of water, which got spilt and you both had to run away from a homicidal Minho. Which is potentially the most terrifying experience you've ever had. He was the Keeper of the Runners for a reason, even on sand.

There weren't many happy or funny moments from your life as you remember it, but the ones you do have, all have Newt in them.

He means the world to you.

You couldn't imagine your life without him. I mean, thank God you all survived and are all immune to the Flare, right?

You suck in a deep breath, making your way over to him.

"Hey," you say, sitting next to him.

"Hey," he responds, "just the guy I've been looking for."

It's not like you're completely oblivious to his attraction to you, but you are completely unaware of Newt's deep feelings for you.

He's had a crush on you ever since you came up in the Box. Everyone knew about it- Alby used to even jump in with the teasing sometimes. There's been several moments that Newt has wanted to confess, and completely pussied out last minute.

But, after being pressured by everyone, he feels like it's about time he says something.

You scoff. "You've been looking for me?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't find you for the life of me- the shuck have you been?"

You laugh, shaking your head at the irony. "Looking for you, actually."

"Oh." He blinks before snorting. "Great minds think alike, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess- look, I need to talk to you."

"I need to talk to you, too, actually." He clears his throat.

"Okay, uh, you wanna go first?"

"I mean, you can go first, if you want?"

"No no, it's fine- you go first."

"You sure? I mean you can-"

"I'm sure." You're going to be here all day if you can't actually decide who's speaking.

"Okay," he shifts, moving his legs from in front of him and crossing his legs instead. "I'm just gonna say it. I think we should be a couple."

You blink at him. He said that with so little emotion it's almost funny.

"What?"

"I like you, dude- and if Minho is anything to go off, you like me too. At least, I hope so."

You blankly look at him, which clearly makes him uncomfortable. "You do like dudes, right?" He says after a very awkward pause, realising you've never actually had that conversation.

"Yes," you confirm, before laughing.

"Shuck it, this is dumb," he rubs his face. "What were you gonna say?"

"I was actually gonna ask you the same thing," you say in between chuckles.

He shifts slightly, turning so he can face you better. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you hesitate for a moment, "I really like you, Newt- I always have but I never said anything 'cause, yanno, we were tryna not die."

He snorts. "Yeah, I get that." He pauses again, clearly uncertain. "So... do you wanna be boyfriends, then?"

You grin. "Yeah, let's be boyfriends."

"Cool," he lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He's finally got a boyfriend- and it's you.

What a brilliant combination.

"Should we, uh, kiss?" You try to repress a smirk as the boy visibly cringes at his own question.

"Do you want to?" You ask.

"Yes," it's the first time in the whole conversation he's actually sounded certain of something.

"Okay, then." You spin more to face him, both of you awkwardly looking at each other for a moment before you eventually lean in.

Newt hesitates, but closes the gap, resulting in a memorable first kiss for the pair of you. It's a peck, then you reconnected, struggling to find a fitting rhythm.

The kiss is sweet and full of love, and it makes your skin tingle and your brain go fuzzy.

Until Minho's voice cuts through the Glade.

"Yes! Shucking finally! Thomas!" He shouts. "Yo! Where's Thomas? He owes me his stew for a week!"

You break away, watching the boy scurry off to find your friend.

You and Newt glance at each other before breaking into a fit of laughter, both of you calming down and then cracking up again when you make eye contact.

Newt looks beautiful when he laughs.

And now you get to experience it even more.

Because he's your boyfriend. And you're his.

Two requests in a day? That's unheard of from me. I'm back on my grind today.

In all seriousness, I am happy to be providing some much needed mlm Newt content because I'm sick to death of people ignoring his sexuality.

I hope you enjoyed :))

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totes-magotes · 5 months

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Separating Days From Moments

The way you acknowledge time passing can improve your day-to-day productivity. Thinking moment to moment... suckssss, days feel centuries long and by 3pm you just wanna lay down but you still have responsibilities to deal with. Or you got so much done today but you dread having to do it tmr as well, struggling to build a routine. Being exhausted from the day before. How To ... Stop? Obviously, you can't just switch the way you brain processes time moving, but you can train your body to want to move at certain times. Building a routine is already hard, but instead of just doing it, write it down or set alarms. Okay... you dont feel like doing it, but don't remove the reminder. Each day that goes by you'll see the reminder at said time to do said thing. basically, self-pressuring.. LOL! but in a good way. Making certain tasks a base to your day can help you incorporate other things without feeling like youre losing moments. personally... I'm still really bad at this, but I hope i can practice this better nowadays.

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goodfully · 1 year

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oh god i cant believe ive finished reading the neapolitan novels already, its over??? ahh okay thoughts on the last book "the story of the lost child"..

honestly i was dreading the last maybe twenty pages bc i didnt want it to end hahaha. its crazy that everything we've read is essentially all for lila. "i who have written for months and months and months to give her a form whose boundaries wont dissolve." ahh!!!!! what!!!!!! to spend so much of the book saying how much lila suffered and feared from dissolving boundaries, how she had been so overwhelmed during the earthquake when the entire world felt like its boundaries were dissolving, and then say that everything shes written is to keep her from dissolving herself... my goodness. "i loved lila. i wanted her to last. but i wanted it to be i who made her last. i thought it was my task. i was convinced that she herself, as a girl, had assigned it to me." wow... you ever loved someone so much... also.. the way lenu was saying how connected they are, that even tho she has written a lot about her own life in these pages, "the very nature of our relationship dictates that i can reach her only by passing through myself"??? god.

i think my favorite parts of the book were all when lenu and lila were so close to each other during and after their pregnancies. i just thought it was so sweet, the way they were basically a family together, two mothers and their children. going to their doctors appointment tmr, taking walks together, taking care of each others daughters like their own.

i have to admit that i was confused by the meaning of the dolls at the very end, but i love that the openendness of the ending was referring back to something unanswered (where were the dolls) from one of the very first scenes from the first book (altho very interesting!, considering how not too long before the end of the book, lenu was telling imma not to believe in the cyclical nature of society). to me i thought, perhaps also it could mean that (assuming its lila) lila chooses existing (with lenu) over disappearing? actually, when tina disappeared and dede had accused lila of losing tina on purpose, i immediately thought it made sense. the first thing we literally know about lila is how she has felt the need to erase herself completely, and tina parallels/is an extension of lila the way imma parallels/is an extension of lenu. lila wanted to erase herself without a trace, and there was literally zero proof of tinas death/kidnapping/existence.

in the same way lila wouldnt be able to erase herself completely without also erasing tina, i think about the idea of how the ppl we love will never truly be erased if we love them? thats why even if tina disappeared, lila cant be erased bc lenu loves her. like how, whether its on purpose or not to keep her mother alive, lenu finds her mothers existence with her in her limp. i think the same could be said about the solaras, who altho arent exactly loved by the neighborhood, are important enough to most ppl in the neighborhood and their power is still felt in the neighborhood after their death. also, i think its a little different, but im reminded of when lenu said something like the many fragments of ourselves are scattered like splinters or something (altho i think the context here was about their children). but no one is ever never really gone, i think.. oh.. i go crazy every time she talks about her relationship/similarities with her mother (the ancestors in her body when she was physically violent back against her mother, and the.. "must i watch you become worse than me?"), and her relationship/similarities with her daughters (her daughters reaching the same age as the ghosts of her girlhood), and every time the imma/tina relationship parallels the lenu/lila relationship.

i was thinking that this book was more of accepting yourself and your origins, whereas the other books showed lenu and lila trying to escape them? perhaps acceptance of the past and the agency you have despite the past that defined you? like when lenu realizes that ninos actions are not attributed to his father, nino is his own person and he himself is the reason he is a piece of shit man, not just bc of the man who raised him. and that part when lenu said that antonios tone resembles the neighborhood, but it is entirely his own. more so when lenu had published her third book and said that only words and stories from the neighborhood were the only ones with meaning, and that she no longer felt she was a victim of her origins but was capable of dominating them and using them to climb higher. stuff about the past and present colliding. it reminds me of when mariarosa said something like, a woman without love for her origins is lost, or something.. i kinda forgot what the context was tho.

oh another thing, the closeness between the childhood neighborhood friends meant so much to me.. like there was a moment when carmen said that lenu and lila are her sisters during that little gathering with the neighborhood group of kids now all grown up just talking to each other... i think theyre like family, they grew up together. when lenu goes in the neighborhood after moving back to naples and is talking to carmen, lila, and enzo again... they care so much about each other. and talking about how much they love pasquale too no matter what hes doing. sobs.

this just reminded me of nino.. (he was there the first time, but whatever! he kinda wasnt.) when lenu makes nino come over, i was so pissed... and i had a feeling something bad would happen while he was there, but tinas disappearance was not what i was expecting.. oh but enzo.. my beloved, he was so caring and attentive, not only to tina but also imma. ahh.. while im on the topic of men, the part when gennaro and stefano find rino, and gennaro had to listen to stefano yell insults at rinos dead body and then beats up stefano while crying that he is disgusted with himself for being his son. it just made me really sad.. these are the two adult men he has and is related to..

tbh francos death sticks out to me mainly bc he said something that i honestly believe and live by, i repeat it to myself to not relapse into whatever mental illness, "it [is] a good rule not to expect the ideal but to enjoy what is possible", but then he kills himself immediately after and it... makes me so fucking sad.

lenu said this only in the beginning about feeling the hostility from her mother/lila and felt estranged from them, but i often think about freedom vs loneliness. i suppose its also something throughout the whole series, with how much she wanted freedom and to escape from her origins, she /was/ lonely. and the time spent trying to be on her own without lila was also lonely. the end of the entire series when she felt her friendship with lila must have ended... that was lonely. i think in this fourth book, lenu expressed a lot more of her love for lila.

anyway... overall i loved the entire series so much... i am so glad i read it finally, its some of the best books ive ever read. im on a trip with family rn and every time someone asks me what im reading, i really dont know how to summarize all four novels all together in a way that explains how good and thoughtful it all is. also i know its adapted into a show, which i really want to watch eventually! i still cant believe im done reading tho.. like what do i do now! ahhhhhh

#finished reading #the story of the lost child #neapolitan novels

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justinewt · 1 year

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Fall Into Despair - TMR REWRITE Chapter Eleven

[TMR REWRITE-MASTERLIST]

Previous Chapter

Summary: They were in the final stretch. The last fight to bring down WICKED had started and the city was going up in flames. Thomas, Minho, Gally, Newt and Grace had to be quick and get out of there before they ended up in the fire but reaching Brenda and their friends was no easy task. Grace was exhausted from everything she had been put through and this one last effort might end up being too much for her to handle.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: TMR Death cure spoilers, angst, mental torture, medical experiments, needles, restraints, violence, mention of suicide attempt, stabbing, blood, depression

With soldiers everywhere in the city, it was hard to go through it undetected. They had to crouch down and hide behind anything they could. Cars were blocking the street. The five of them took cover behind plants on the sidewalks. Grace and Newt were sat against the wall while Gally and Thomas peeked out, but they were stuck there.

“What are they waiting for?” Right Minho spoke, there was a huge explosion behind Thomas, making him jump and look around. A crowd came running and screaming while there was another explosion. Gally told them to get down. The soldiers started shooting at the people. They all lied down on top of each other. Grace held her hands to her ears when someone launched a rocket in the middle of the street. This was complete chaos, and they had to take this chance and run. Thomas and Minho grabbed Newt, Gally helped Grace with one arm, holding his gun with the other and they took advantage of the general mayhem around them to leave. In all the months that they had spent in this city, this was the first time she actually saw said city, and it had gone downhill.

Everything that was happening forced them to hide in a coffee shop whose front window had been blown up. Thomas used the radio to try to make contact with Brenda. The situation was becoming critical, and they were running out of time to help Newt, who was getting worse by the eye. To watch him deteriorate in front of her eyes was very difficult for Grace, especially after she was put through. She agreed to be used and tortured to make a fucking cure and she couldn’t give it to the one person that mattered. She saved a child but saving Newt was more important in her eyes because he was her friend. He didn’t deserve to end like this when there was an actual way of helping him. She would never forgive herself if he didn’t make it out of this city, alive. Grace didn’t even dare look at Newt. She stared at the fire outside the building, only turning her head towards her brother when she heard Brenda say something about “their ride”. Apparently, she was coming to them. Thomas looked at the four others with confusion on his face. He didn’t know what she was talking about either.

They resumed their journey, trying to move quickly through the city which was falling apart around them, to quickly find Brenda and the others. They had to arrive before it was too late for Newt, before he was too far gone. Thomas and Minho were once again helping Newt while Grace tried to walk on her own, one hand gripped onto Gally's shoulder who was leading the way, holding his gun in front of him, ready to fire if needed.

“All right. Newt, we’re almost there.” He said, looking at the three behind him. Mere seconds after he spoke, an explosion sent a burning car flying across the road. They all jumped, losing their balances. Grace got so startled she loosened her grip on Gally's bulletproof vest and almost fell but he had the reflex to catch her with his free hand. He told everyone to stay back as he ducked behind the wall, giving Grace his arm for support. A crowd of people ran down the road, yelling and holding their weapons up in the air or shooting at the soldiers ahead. They glanced at each other before looking up when they heard an engine hum in the sky. A helicarrier flew overhead.

“Okay, that’s them.” Thomas declared.

“Go without me, man. You should just…” Newt tried to argue when Minho and Thomas went to pick him up, coughing up black blood. He looked even more sick than before, wheezing and panting. Grace looked away, holding her arms softly. She sighed heavily but quietly, feeling her stomach starting to ache.

“Minho. You gotta run ahead, grab the serum, and get back as soon as you can. Minho, go.” The latter was obviously reluctant to leave them here.

“He’s right. I can cover.” Gally added before standing up and going to the corner of the street. Newt grabbed Minho’s arm, streaks of blood flowing from his mouth onto his chin, his eyes bloodshot.

“Thank you, Minho.”

“Hey, just hang on. You hear me?” After a second, he finally gets up and follows Gally. Grace stayed with Thomas and Newt since she would have greatly slowed them down in their quest for the serum to cure Newt. The serum made with the experiments conducted on Grace for months. If that bloody serum was going to save anyone, it was Newt. She didn't really care to know that a little girl had been healed thanks to her. Everything she had to endure had to be used for something, otherwise she could tell she was going to lose it. The guilt that would hang over her head for failing to save him would be too much for her to handle. She knew it. Thomas leaned towards Newt as his breathing quickened. Grace jumped when he raised his voice, trying to get his attention on him.

“We’re gonna try this, okay? We gotta move, now. Let’s get you up, come on. Let’s go, come on. Grace you can walk right—” He glanced at the latter while addressing her but turned his head back to Newt when he spoke up. She watched anxiously.

“No. No, Thomas.”

“No, Newt. Later. Later. Really gotta go.” Newt grunted as he snapped a necklace from his neck and handed it to Thomas as they argued. He yelled for Thomas to take whatever this was, breathing sharply. Grace noticed a small pendant capsule and it only took her a few seconds to realize that he had put something inside for them. The idea that he knew he was doomed and had written them something broke Grace's heart and she kept saying in her head that they had to succeed in saving him so that they would never need to discover what could be in this small capsule.

“Please. Please, Tommy. Please.” He begged, short-winded. Thomas eventually took it, exchanging a look with Grace and they were both equally worried about the outcome of this whole situation.

“All right. I need you to give me everything you got. Come on, ready? Here we go.” Newt grunted loudly as Thomas lifted him off the ground. Grace leaned on the wall Gally had seated her against and managed to get up. It was more complicated with no one to hold onto, but for once her legs weren't shaking so much that she collapsed to the ground. They were shaking and the steps she took following her brother were hesitant and jerky, as if she was a toddler taking their first steps, but she kept up with them. Watching Newt struggle in front of her was terribly nerve-wracking. They walked through the street, seeing bullets fly before their eyes. Thomas sometimes looked at his sister to make sure she wasn’t too far behind. He often called out to her, telling her to keep going. Knowing that she hadn’t walked that much in months, or even at all, it really was a miracle that she managed to do so.

They got to a deserted area, going through doors with panes broken into a thousand pieces. They were almost there but not quite, and time was soon to run out for Newt. Grace heard Newt gag and fall over. She staggered and stopped in her tracks, staring at them. Thomas caught him in his fall, toppling over. He crouched around him, grabbing his arm to carry him and drag him the rest of the way and seeing his face, Grace held back a sob, resuming her walk until her brother collapsed. She called his name in a low but piercing shriek. Still feeling that her body was tired and weak, she knew she couldn’t help in any capacity so she could only watch. She had never felt so useless in her life. He held out his palm to stop her from coming closer and the moment she came to a halt, she felt her legs go numb and fell to the ground.

“Grace—”

“I’m okay, it’s… okay. I—” They both raised their heads when they heard a voice call out to them through the speakers. It resonated all throughout the city. She was probably talking to them directly from WICKED labs.

“Can you hear me? I need you to listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I need you to come back. Thomas, you can save Newt.” He stood up and glanced at Newt before turning back to where the voice came from. “There’s still time for him. There’s a reason Brenda isn’t sick anymore. It’s your blood. Yours, and Grace. She isn’t sick, because you cured her. She doesn’t have to be the only one. When we had Grace, we made a cure. An actual cure. It saved a little girl, Thomas. She had been infected for weeks, and Grace’s blood cured her. Do you understand? All you have to do is come back. And this will all finally be over.”

His back to her, he didn’t see Grace lean on her hands and push herself up on her feet. Teresa probably wanted him to come but Grace was ready to go back there if there was a guaranty Newt would be saved. Going back would mean death for her. If they took anymore of her blood, she wouldn’t wake up from the next medically induced coma they would put her in. The lights reflected off his glossy eyes. He saw Grace walk in his field of vision and turned his head, grabbing her shoulders to stop her.

“No.”

“Thomas...”

“Minho is bringing the cure. I won’t let them use you again.” His eyes moved anxiously over her face. Grace didn't say anything but when her head slowly turned to look at Newt, Thomas followed her gaze, letting go of her as they watched their friend get up on his own. There was a brief but heavy silence.

“Newt?” She called out to him, and Thomas held out his arm in front of her to make her step back. It felt like time was suspended, until he turned around, revealing his dark eyes and drooling mouth. Her brother barely had time to tell her to step back, Newt growled as he lunged at Thomas to attack him. Grace was pushed abruptly and grunted as she fell heavily on her arm, gasping in pain as she held her arm and rolled on her back. He shouted at her to stay away, asking if she was okay but all his focus was on Newt who was going berserk, throwing himself at Thomas. He fell, got back up and ran toward him. Grace watched them roll on the ground. Newt got on all four, panting and looked at Thomas, begging the latter to kill him.

“Newt, I’m here.” He took a few steps towards him, but Newt jumped on him, pushing him down, trying to bite him. Thomas struggled, crying out to him. Newt seemed to have a moment of clarity and he got calmer but only for an instant. He reached for Thomas’ thigh holster and brought the gun to his head. Thomas yelled and knocked the gun off his hand. It skidded on the ground and was stopped by Grace's leg. She pushed herself up into a sitting position but did nothing with the weapon. Newt let out a crank-like growl right Thomas’ face. Grace sobbed when he grabbed a knife from his belt and attacked him with it. Staring in fear and shock, she could only watch Newt try to stab her brother as he struggled against him, pinned down. She started crying, shouting for Newt to stop as Thomas screamed when the tip of the knife's blade digged through his skin, right above his heart. She knew her cries wouldn’t change anything and that he was driven to madness by the flare, but she felt so helpless watching them fight. Thomas kicked Newt’s back, pushing him away and punched him in the jaw. They got up. Newt swinged the knife around until he got close to Thomas, and they suddenly froze. Grace gasped, staring at them. Her heart pounding in her chest. Thomas had the same expression of utter shock on his face as he held Newt against him. Grace crawled and got on her feet. Thomas took a step back and she didn’t dare take a step closer. When she saw the knife in Newt’s chest, her stomach sank to her feet, making her feel like her guts literally dropped to the ground. A feeling of sickness washed over her, and she had a hard time standing up.

Thomas fell to his knees, calling out to him while Grace stood there, unable to take her eyes off his face. The silence that followed his calls was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She took a step forward and collapsed, bringing her trembling hand to his face, tears flowing down her eyes as she sobbed. She didn’t cry that badly when they were taken away from their mother. The realization that everything she put herself through to make this cure had been for nothing, she wailed. Grabbing onto Newt’s jacket, she let her head fall forward, her forehead resting on his shoulder which stifled her gut-wrenching cry interspersed with sobs. Her scream was so piercing that her throat was sore, but she didn't stop. Everything and everyone around her had stopped existing. She didn’t even realise her brother had walked away until she lifted her head to look at Newt and saw Minho and Siggy approach. Her scream became shaky as the weeping took over and she quietly stared at his dark eyes. They looked empty and blank. Minho and Siggy were on their knees, with Gally and Brenda in shock a few feet away.

Grace began to apologize to Newt, over and over and over again even though she was aware he couldn’t hear it, and that he wouldn’t respond to her words. She cupped his hand with hers. His body was still warm, but his hand was limp, and she just sobbed and kept saying how she was sorry and how this had all been for nothing. She had undergone all this torture for absolutely nothing and it was tearing her apart. She wished she could be gone, right there and then. She wished Janson had gotten what he wanted and emptied her of all the blood in her body so that she would be dead already. If she was dead, this pain and guilt that overwhelmed her would be gone altogether and she wouldn’t hurt anymore. She got quiet as her eyes looked at the knife in his chest. She didn’t care if it hurt for a moment. It would be just that. A moment and then she wouldn’t feel anything anymore. The reflection of her standing in front of this bathroom mirror, holding a gun to her temple flashed before her eyes. Her hand wrapped itself around the handle of the knife as she saw her index finger get on the trigger. She heard voices around her, but they were deafened. Her brother coming in the room to stop her. Her friends calling out to her. She could hear her and at the same time, she couldn’t. She wasn’t there anymore until she felt pain shot through her arm and she saw Minho’s hand holding her. She then realized that she had removed the knife from the body and although she saw Minho next to her, without looking at him directly, she still didn't let go of the knife.

“Grace. Let go off the knife. Please.” She stared at the knife; her face scrunched up as she began to cry again. It was only the second time in her life that she felt such bottomless despair, as if she was falling in a dark hole and she watched the light become smaller, with no way of coming back up and the only solution was to resign and let herself fall.

“It was all for nothing. I can’t— I can’t live with that… He died, and I couldn’t help him!” Her sobs were suddenly interrupted by her outburst of anger, and she shouted. She instantly felt regret for screaming in Minho's face, but it didn't compare to how remorseful she was for failing at helping save Newt.

“It’s not your fault, Grace.” His eyes were shining from the tears that filled them up a moment ago and his voice was tainted with sadness and grief, just like her. He obviously wanted to talk her out of doing something stupid. Maybe he thought he could, but Grace knew she wouldn’t let go off the knife unless it pierced her heart and somewhere deep down, she knew that none of the people here would let her go through with it, let alone Minho. Newt and Thomas' best friend, and a close friend of hers as well.

“It doesn’t matter.” Her voice got quiet as she stared at the knife again, already plotting something in her head. With tears in her eyes, rolling down her already wet cheeks, her voice trembled as she spoke, slowly tightening her grip over the handle. “They took my blood, for days on end… they made a fucking cure… and it still wasn’t enough to save the one person that needed it, so why does it matter?”

“You did all you could. That’s what matters.” He didn’t know what else to tell her, because she was right. Every single word she spoke was true and he couldn’t argue with her. Grace rested the knife on Newt's chest and maybe Minho thought she wasn't holding it anymore, so he let go off her arm and he went to help her get up but next thing he knew, she had drawn her hands close to her body and she froze in front of him. It felt like she had been hit with a hot iron. Minho screamed her name and caught her before she hit the ground. Siggy and Gally ran up and joined Minho around her. She was drawing sharp and quick breaths as her hands shyly letting go off the knife. Her eyes were wide as she watched the blood soak her tee-shirt, a red stain growing over her stomach. She quickly felt dizziness kick in and Gally held her head as it fell backwards while Minho applied pressure around the wound. Grace thought she would be successful in her attempt because they would have to leave at some point, or they would be stuck in a city going up in flames and it was oddly comforting. For some reason, she couldn’t think of her brother and how this would affect him. She could only think about her pain and guilt. Her body started feeling cold as her eyes closed and opened with difficulty. She was still crying but not continuously anymore. The pain from the wound, her arms and Newt’s death were all overlapping with each other, and she couldn’t make out anything. When she closed her eyes, the cold, the hurt, the exhaustion, the grief, everything went away.

It was her nightmare all over again, her falling in a dark water except that she couldn’t feel any water. Voices echoing around her, mingling in a sound that rocked her. Then suddenly, the silence became uncomfortable, and she opened her eyes. She stood in front of this mirror again. There was an infinite number of reflections spreading around her. As she turned around, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. There was a knife in her hand, dripping with blood. She looked up and every single of her reflection held a gun to their head. They were staring right at Grace with these dark, bloodshot eyes and their drooling mouth with this black blood falling down their chin, just like Newt. All together, they growled and fired.

Grace sat up in her bed, sweating and panting as she slung her legs over the bed. She had been tormented by these nightmares since the day Newt died. And since their arrival on this island where they had created a real Safe Haven with the members of the Right Arm and their friends who survived, she had not known peace. Every day she saw Newt, both smiling in the Glade and when he was turning. His face was always there, as if it was tattooed at the back of her eyeballs. Whether she closed them or not didn't matter. She was always seeing these memories of him, overlapping in her mind. And the guilt she felt since then was eating away at her and it was worse torture than what WICKED had ever put her through. Not a day went by without her wanting to see an end to this silent torture, but Thomas kept her close. They shared a shed in the Safe Haven. He was there for her, and so were Minho, Siggy, Gally and their everyone else, though not all of them knew about how she felt inside. Moonlight faintly illuminating the room, she glanced at her brother, sleeping in his bed. She stood up and quietly opened the door, her feet sinking in the sand as soon as she stepped outside. With one hand rubbing softly the scar on her stomach, she walked all the way to the memorial stone where they carved in the names of all who were dead. She looked at them. She didn’t carve Newt’s name, Minho did. She couldn’t bring herself to it because it would force her to accept his death. Thomas had added Teresa’s name too, but she didn’t look at that one too much.

She circled the large stone and walked on the beach, quickly feeling the sand become wet under her feet. When the tide washed over her ankles, she glanced down but kept walking, the bottom of her pants getting soaked as she advanced. She was staring at the horizon, her eyes riveted straight ahead. Newt had left Thomas a letter. That was what was in the small pendant capsule he gave him that day. A message of hope, asking to take care of the others that were left, telling him how he missed the sun rising over the Glade. She did too and she kept thinking about, incapable of moving on. She hadn’t been herself since he died, and she had only one solution to how to get rid of this grief and guilt. She hated how days passed and turned into weeks and months, pushing them further away from that day. She didn’t know if she would ever move on.

All she knew was that she wished she could see just one more time the sun rising over the Glade and join Newt in the garden and tend to the crops.

[The End…]

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Published (03/07/2023) by Andrea

Taglist: @cathrin2405 @kika64

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kkazutorass · 1 year

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UPDATE ON MY TC < first day back >

- okay so i had him first lesson after 3 weeks of break the thing is the lesson was shortened bc we had extended time on homeroom

so nothing happened at first then me n my friend needed a work sheet thing for holiday homework ( we didn’t do it because we weren’t here on the last day so we didn’t get it & we couldn’t be bothered checking online for it ) so i put my hand up and he came and gave it nothing special

but then after the lesson started for a bit i forgot to bring my pen i only had a fine liner and a red pen then i put my hand up and he came and i asked him if i could have a pencil or a pen any and he said yes or something i forgot but he brang it and he was like you want a pencil yea and i said yea i took it and he also asked if i wanted a pen ( i originally wanted it but idk ) i was like no and he was like are you sure take it in case and i was like okay 🤭

then what really shocked me was that later on i was looking around the class then i saw him looking at me from the front and i got nervous idkk 😭😭 then i looked away and i looked back and he was literally still looking at me help then i looked down on my paper AND LOOKED AGAIN and he was still looking at me then i looked at my paper and i was to nervous to look again so i didn’t ( i cant make eye contact for shit ) and what’s crazy is that he never looks at me tbh like when he’s explaining n stuff i look at him but he never looks but looks at my other classmates so this shocked me

then at the end of the lesson i was going to return the pencil and pen so i went to him and i was like here you go and he was like “you can keep them for today” and i was gonna say yes but my mouth literally jus spoke for me n i was like “no it’s okayy” then he was like “are you sure” and i was like “yes” then i gave it to him

( btw i have his lesson tmr so he was intending on me to take it for today and give it bck tmr )

and i saw him again during break 2 i was going to the library with my friend to return a book and he was there with a bunch of students around him and like i needed to go in and he was holding the door and he was gonna close it then i was like “sir don’t close it” ( i don’t say sir btw i say something else lolol not his name but another word for teacher but i wont say it here ) then he was acting dry and stuff and didn’t say anything and jus opened the door for me n my friend 💀

but guys i didn’t even get to concentrate on my work but i’m hoping to finish his holiday homework by today after school so i can give it to him tomorrow like i’m glad i have his lessons tbh but i’m just sad because i always have sports tomorrow and i hate sports so much

< ALSO I HAVE THIS RANDOM THOUGHT WHAT IF HE USES TUMBLR AND READS THIS HE WILL KNOW ITS ME BC I DESCRIBED THE WHOLE SITUATION WHAT IF HIS WIFE USES TUMBLR I MEAN SHE WOULDNT KNOW BUT STILL 💀💀 >

editt = okay so it’s like 12:32am and i started doing the holiday homework at like 10 something and now it’s 12 i didn’t even finish it i didn’t realise there’s like 10 whole pages with questions i have to answer and research tasks i thought it was like 5 pages or something but i’ll do the rest at class tomorrow because some of the questions i don’t understand so i’ll ask him tomorrow i kinda feel bad i didn’t finish but its fine

#male tc #teacher crush #tc crush

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toastsnaffler · 4 months

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friends are making plans to go stay with each other but it's the weekend I'm going to see my favourite band. the universe fucking hates me

#I CANNOT have a third rsd episode in the space of a month i will kill myself. or at least do near irreperable damage #wish i was joking. i feel like im going to throw up even just thinking about it #well. well i can skip the concert i guess. i saw them last year anyway theyre just doing a second europe tour of the same album #and theyll probably release another album in a few years and i can see them again then #ahhh. ah okay okay i cant think about this right now ill decide at the weekend its not for a few weeks anyway #ahhhhhh but maybe theyre doing this bc they dont want me there idr if they know abt it already and if they wanted me there they would #plan it with me from the start instead of telling me once theyve already made the plan oh i cant do this right now i will Spiral #im going to take a cold shower 👍#to clear my head i was just starting to feel better @ my brain like that dont fucking ruin this for us andy samberg corgi gif #its fine i dont need to panic. im just frazzled from work i lost the ability to focus after like 3pm but they kept sending me emails with #stuff they want me to do before the end of the week and i was having stupid levels of task paralysis trying to think about it #bc i dont have time to fit everything into my schedule and its multiple projects so much thought. and my meds dont help anymore by then #AND ppl kept coming and finding me and giving me samples and verbal instructions for things and i couldnt write down bc i was busy #so ive probably forgotten smth important its fine its fine its just work #and tomorrow morning my meds will smooth everything out i can organise it then. but just made me feel so mentally congested #and ive had no signal again so couldnt even open tumblr to complain abt it #cold shower and then im gonna make stir fry so i have leftovers for lunch tmr to fuel me for the gym. and ill get my gym stuff ready #and i need to get my shit together bc im calling a friend tonight and i am NOT going to fall apart in front of them 👍#its all good its okay ill make everything work out #okay. showertime #.diaries

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ispeakinthetags · 3 years

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*cries* how do i get more s-chips?

#okay so tmr is reset day for trials so theres 350 #i should build my cards a bit more and try some of those trials and thats a lil over 100 for each one yay #um finish the stories for the SR card i havent yet #30 s-chips each day from dailies #what else?#tasks give a good amount #should finish playing through ch. 2 or artem's personal story #i can reach another 60 pulls in case of hard pity right?#luke pls come home #if you bring vyn along the way awesome but pls come home xia yan

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book-place · 2 years

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Bonfire Night

Warnings: slight cursing, alcohol, getting drunk, little bit of violence, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Newt x reader platonic

Request: Hi, beautiful! I hope you’re having a WONDERFUL week! Can I request a Tmr! Newt x Reader Fic., whereas the reader is protective and looks out for him, since he’s too preoccupied with looking after everyone else? The man deserves the care he gives everyone else, unconditionally. 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you so much!

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: Newt is always so busy taking care of everybody else, so you make sure that you’re always there to take care of him

A/N: Newt deserves the word 🥹🥹

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Eat.” You said firmly, tossing the plate down in front of Newt, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

He sighed before he even looked at you, but when he did turn he couldn’t find it in himself to glare at you, “Y/n-“

“No.” You cut him off, raising a hand as if to stop him, “I do not want to hear it. You are going to eat everything on that plate, and I am going to make sure you do.”

Newt had made the mistake of telling you earlier that he hadn’t eaten in two days because everything had been so busy since the new greenie arrived earlier that day and that he just hadn’t had time.

This had enraged you, and you took to stomping over to the kitchens- giving Frypan a pretty good scolding for not noticing that the second in command hadn’t been eating- and getting as much food as you could pile on one plate for the boy.

What the gladers hadn’t expected when you came up in the box as the only girl in the Glade, was that you were scarier then Alby when you had your mind set on something. And more often than not, that goal was to take care of the others trapped in this place.

With another reluctant sigh, Newt picked up the sandwich before him and took a generous bite, if only to make you happy.

Though he was technically supposed to be working, no one dared say anything when they caught a glimpse of you with your hands on your hips and a small glare upon your face. Not even Alby.

When the sandwich was finally halfway done, he looked over at you, “N/n, love, I’m fine. I promise.”

You shook your head stubbornly, “If I can't trust you to eat at least three meals a day on your own, then I don’t know if I can trust you with anything anymore.”

Obviously you were being over dramatic- you normally were- but Newt couldn’t help the appreciation that began bubbling up in his chest. You had gone out of your way to take care of him and make sure he was okay, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

“Thank you, love.” The words were genuine as he polished off the last of the sandwich.

You grinned at him, taking the plate back, “Anytime, Newtie.”

Turning back towards the kitchens, you wore a proud grin and continued on with the day, happy that you could help one of your best friends. Even if he hadn’t realized that he had needed help.

You worked in the kitchens with Frypan, and while it was technically your day off, you decided to drop by and help him because it would be really busy due to the bonfire going on that night.

The rest of the day passed without you really thinking much more about your encounter with Newt, you were too busy with everything else to even think of anything much.

Focused too much on the task at hand, you hadn’t even noticed someone standing behind you until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

A little yelp escaped you as you whirled around to face an amused looking Newt.

With a breath of relief, you placed a hand over your pounding heart and allowed your eyes to close for a minute, “Jeez, Newt. You scared the klunk out of me.”

He grinned, “You’re just too easy to scare sometimes, love.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes, waving a hand as if dismissing the statement, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Come on,” He inclined his head towards the door, “The bonfire’s starting.”

You had been so focused on what you were doing that you hadn’t even realized that the entirety of the kitchen staff had already cleared out to go enjoy the festivities.

Everything was already in full swing by the time the two of you got there, jars of Gallys mystery drink being passed out, tables of food you had spent all day in the kitchen preparing, boys all around you letting out whoops in cheers as they ran around the brightly lit fire.

You and Newt went around, greeting people and enjoying yourselves- you keeping up to the pace of his limp- before each grabbing a jar of your own drink and making your way over to a log by the fire where Minho, one of the runners, was already sitting.

The three of you chatted and laughed, soaking up one another’s presence for a couple hours, not getting much time to hang out just you anymore.

“This place is insane!” A drunken yell came from within the crowd, mostly silencing it.

The new greenie stood a little ways away from the fire, stumbling slightly when he tried to stand still. The liquid from Gallys drink splashed over the edges of the glass, but the boy wasn’t paying attention.

“I mean, what the hell are you all doing to get us out?” He slurred, “Huh? Nothing! That’s what!”

Everybody around him had scrunched their noses up and looked the new kid up and down in disgust, shuffling away from him as he struggled to stay in one place.

Alby had long since retired for the night, exhausted from yet another tiring day, so the responsibility of taking care of the new drunk fell onto the blonde second in command.

The british boy sighed and put his hands on his knees as he stood up before limping his way over to the kid, who was frowning at his now empty cup.

“Come on, mate, you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed.” He stated gently, placing a hand on his shoulder and began to try and lead him away from the group.

The frown on his face slowly disintegrated into anger and he harshly slapped Newt's hand away, “‘M not drunk! You are! So mind your own damn business, pal!”

He simply sighed in return, lifting up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as if warding off an oncoming headache, “Come on, let’s not make a scene.”

“No!” The unnecessary shout came from him as he took an angry step towards the blonde, sticking his hands out and roughly shoving him back, “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”

Everyone around them had their jaws dropped by then, all too stunned to fly to their friend's aid. All except you.

You marched right over to the pair, neither one of them noticing you until you reached a hand up and slapped the new boy right across the face. His head flew to the side and a red mark in the shape of your handprint immediately began to form. Small tears had welled up in his eyes instinctively at the sting.

Your eyebrows were furrowed in rage as you stepped in between the two boys, the deep glare on your face was almost enough to put him six feet deep, “Back. Off.” You practically growled sternly.

The boy's eyes widened, finally coming to his senses as he took a stumbling step backwards out of shock and fear. It was almost as if the sharp slap you had delivered to his face was enough to sober him up.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and ran away from the group, who parted to let him out, tripping over his own feet as he disappeared into the night.

You could feel the muscles in your shoulders relaxing as your gaze softened and you turned back to Newt, everyone else already murmuring to one another about what just happened and beginning to leave. Nobody was in the partying mood after what just happened.

Newt smiled at you grimly, “You didn’t need to do that, love.”

You shook your head stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest, “He had no right to yell at or push you.”

He felt himself let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head lightly as a small smile tugged on his lips, “Well regardless, we got that taken care of.”

A grin showed itself on your face in response, “Indeed we did.”

Bloody Shanks 🧪- @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #maze runner x reader #the maze runner #tmr #tmr x reader #tmr thomas x reader #tmr newt x reader #tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr chuck #tmr chuck x reader #friend reader #tmr frypan #tmr frypan x reader #tmr minho x reader #tmr minho

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heliads · 3 years

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Ok ok so I LOVE Thomas from tmr and I was wondering if I could please ask for a Thomas x reader set in the death cure? Where Thomas is like super protective of her since they’re dating and Theresa still has feelings for him, and when she finds out that Thomas moved on (never liked her back romantically) she hurts the reader in some way? Maybe like when Theresa is kidnapped and taking out everyone’s tag’s from wicked, she cuts (Y/N) and Thomas freaks out at her? Idk feel free to change it up however you want, I love your writing and I know you’ll do my brain justice ❤️

you're so right to love thomas

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“We don’t have to do this, you know. Say the word and it’s off, I swear.”

Thomas is standing in front of you, eyes full of concern. Every now and then, he glances away from you and back towards the small group of Gladers in the other room. He doesn’t have to worry, though- they can’t hear you. But that’s Thomas for you, you suppose, always worried about something.

After a moment, you shake your head. “I’m not backing out of this, no matter what happens. If we can get Newt a cure, save Minho, and get ourselves out of WICKED’S reach in one go, that’s worth everything to me.”

Thomas sighs, looking relieved. “Any time, though. Saving Newt and Minho doesn’t have to mean risking you.”

You laugh quietly. “It’s not going to risk me. I have you watching my back, and I don’t need anything else.”

Besides, it’s not like this particular risk is going to do anything major. Thomas is referring to the task ahead of you, which involves kidnapping Teresa as she walks home from the WICKED facility so she can remove the tracking chips from the necks of the remaining Gladers. The only problem is that Teresa’s had it out for you for a while, and it all has to do with Thomas.

You knew that Teresa had a thing for Thomas ever since she first showed up in the Box, practically unconscious and a threatening message clenched tightly between her fingers. You could see it in her eyes, the way she looked at him when he wasn’t looking and even when he was. You didn’t know to distrust her until she switched to WICKED for good, but there was always this undercurrent of suspicion, that she knew something about Thomas that you didn’t and therefore expected him to belong to her.

You parted ways with Teresa when she betrayed you all in the Scorch, when Minho was kidnapped. In the time since then, you’ve grown a lot closer to all of the other Gladers, but Thomas especially. In the wake of losing yet another round of allies, you realized that you thought of Thomas as more than just another friend.

A few days later, you and Thomas were talking in the dead of night and he confessed his feelings. It turns out that risking your life does a lot to speed up the talking process, and you’ve never been more happy to have Thomas by your side. It’s hard, sometimes, to think about love and dating like you’re in a normal world where that would happen. You don’t get coffee dates and bouquets of roses, you get chances to break into WICKED facilities and matching tracker chips embedded in your necks. Not a lot of romance there.

Thomas makes up for it, though. He makes you feel like you’re the most important person in the room, and he’s made it clear that he’d let the entire world burn away to ash if it meant keeping you warm. Take right now- even though getting Teresa to help you, albeit reluctantly, could mean freeing Minho and the rest of you from WICKED, he still wants to make sure you’re okay with it.

It reminds you of the long days spent crossing the Scorch, back when you were fighting off Cranks and trying to survive in the relentless heat of the desert. Even when Teresa was there, Thomas only ever had eyes for you. You should have known then that you loved each other. Maybe Teresa should have known too.

In truth, you’re a little nervous to see Teresa again. You’ve seen firsthand now how vengeful she can be when she thinks she’s doing what is right. She betrayed everyone and let WICKED capture Minho if it meant working towards the cure, even though it’s practically common knowledge that the miraculous rescue from the Flare won’t be coming. If she feels entitled to Thomas’ heart, and she finds out that you’ve supposedly stolen it from her, what would Teresa try to do to you to get it back?

It looks like you’ll be finding out soon. The plan to kidnap Teresa is simple- let Thomas guide her to a quieter part of the city, and Newt and Gally will help Thomas knock her unconscious long enough to get her to your secret space. From there, you’ll help interrogate her about how to get into WICKED headquarters, as well as force her to remove the tracking chips from your necks. After that, you’re free. You can hide from WICKED for the rest of your miserable lives, however long those turn out to be.

The Gladers return after about half an hour. Teresa fell for Thomas’ lure completely- one look at him and she was leaving her usual routine, the strict security protocols of WICKED’s staff. You can’t help but wonder if that’s what it’s like to be in love with Thomas, that seeing him and the thought of being with him is enough to convince yourself to risk it all. Some part of you answers that you might be able to find common ground with Teresa on that end. If you saw Thomas after being separated, you would follow him too, even if it was into an early grave.

Teresa looks startled to see Gally and the rest of the Gladers. You can’t entirely blame her- realizing that the Builder was alive after all was a shock to be sure. Regardless, she still seems unwilling to tear her attention away from Thomas, and only after the threat of cutting off her finger does Teresa finally start to realize that you aren’t kidding around.

At last, she shares some key security details with you. The guards in the WICKED complex are vigilant, with cameras and soldiers stationed at every corner. You might be able to get in and save Minho, but it’ll be tricky. You almost want to laugh at that part. You’ve already escaped a massive maze full of monsters, survived the Scorch, and dealt with waves of Cranks as well as WICKED’s goons. What part of your life isn’t tricky?

When Teresa agrees to help take out your tracking chips, you’re not sure whether to feel relieved or anxious. Sure, it would be great to escape WICKED’s noose, but do you really trust Teresa not to ‘accidentally’ sever an artery or something? If she’s truly all about WICKED, this would be the perfect time to escape.

However, you don’t have to worry. Thomas doesn’t leave your side, even when Teresa starts eyeing him like a cold glass of water to a straggler in the Scorch. He squeezes your hand once before it’s your turn, whispering in your ear that he’ll make sure that you’re alright.

Then it’s your time to get your chip removed. You sit backwards in a chair, leaning against the wooden back as you try not to wince. You don’t want to show any signs of pain or weakness, but it’s hard when someone’s poking around in your flesh and not even trying to be gentle. Thomas is watching from a short distance away, refusing to take his eyes off of you lest something happen when he looks away, but there’s only so much he can do.

Teresa speaks, her voice barely audible despite the echoing confines of the room. “So, Thomas seems quite close to you.”

You keep your gaze trained firmly ahead. “I would disagree, he’s practically on the other side of the room.”

Teresa sighs harshly. “You know what I mean. He seems more focused on you than the last time I saw you.”

You lift a shoulder, readjusting your seat as Teresa starts to pull something from the back of your neck. “A lot can happen over the course of a few months. A mutual betrayal is a catalyst for these sorts of things.”

You can practically see Teresa’s frown without having to turn around. “And what are ‘these sorts of things’, exactly?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “I think you know what I’m talking about. We realized we liked each other, and wanted to do something about it before we both died or WICKED got to us.”

You hadn’t intended to talk about the fact that you’re dating Thomas, but you couldn’t really expect to keep it from her. Teresa has a way of finding things out, and she would either have heard it from you or Thomas or one of the other Gladers. At least now you don’t have to worry about tripping over your words as you try to hide a secret that doesn’t need to be hidden.

However, Teresa seems stunned by this piece of information. She stiffens in her seat, the small scalpel freezing in place. “You’re- you’re dating Thomas?”

You hum, trying to ignore the pain of the knife in the back of your neck. “Yeah. Can you hurry with the chip, please?”

Teresa’s voice suddenly turns cold. “Yeah, I can.”

A moment later, some of the worst pain you’ve ever felt erupts across the back of your knife. Out of the corner of your eye, you see blood spatter on the ground, far more blood than should have emerged for such a minute operation. It feels as if she dragged the blade across the back of your neck, and it hurts like hell.

You spin away, hand clamped to the back of your neck. A moment later, it comes away bloody. You glare at her, but Teresa’s just sitting there looking smug. Or, she is, until Thomas comes storming over, looking as furious as the last time she betrayed you.

“What did you do?”

His voice is full of anger, and Teresa flinches.

“I don’t know, Y/N moved and it cut more than it should-”

Thomas shakes his head, the movement sharp. “No, she didn’t. I saw you. Don’t try and blame this on Y/N. I should have known that you’d do something like this. She doesn’t deserve this.”

Teresa scoffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m helping you right now, aren’t I? I’m taking your chips out.”

Thomas folds his arms across his chest, likely to stop fists from forming. “You’re only doing this because we literally kidnapped you. You wanted to hurt Y/N because you realized that I never loved you. It’s Y/N, it’s always been Y/N. You pulling things like this only makes that more true. I don’t care what you do, but don’t you ever, ever hurt her again.”

Teresa rolls her eyes, although she looks considerably less sure of herself now. “Or what, you’ll kill me?”

Thomas’ voice is darker than you’ve ever heard it. “Maybe I will. We only need you to get us into WICKED so we can save Minho. I don’t remember anything involving you after that.”

Teresa’s face pales. “You wouldn’t.”

Thomas raises an eyebrow. “If you hurt Y/N again? Who knows what I might do.”

His voice is raising, and Gally and the others are starting to look over at the three of you. You lay a hand on Thomas’ arm to start to lead him away, and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy the look on Teresa’s face when you do.

You and Thomas don’t stop walking until you’re on the other side of the room, out of earshot of everyone else. Thomas is still fuming.

“How could she do that? Y/N, I’m so sorry, honestly. This is my fault. I should have said something to her earlier.”

You shake your head. “This isn’t your fault, and it’s not mine. She’s always going to be jealous of the fact that I’m happy with you, but we don’t need to pay her any mind.”

Thomas reaches down to take your hand, kissing the fingers despite the blood starting to dry over your skin. “You’re too nice for your own good, you know that? Sometimes, I don’t know how you do it after everything we’ve been through.”

You smile at him. “Sometimes, I don’t know how you keep being able to trust people time and time again. You’ve got a good heart, Thomas. That’s why I love you.”

Thomas’ fingers find the crook of your wrist, as if he can feel your heart by feeling your heartbeat. “I learned a thing or two from you. That’s why I love you.”

You don’t know how the mission to save Minho will go, or if you’ll ever get a shot to truly live in the broken world you call home. What you do know is this moment right here, both you and Thomas are delighted to be together. You don’t think that you need to know anything else.

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themariotheme · 4 years

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but how will i cook rice once i move out and no longer have access to a rice cooker?????????????

#i need to sleep. feelin weird rn #but okay day. i think i accomplished Tasks? perhaps #was i productive? i cant remember anymore #i think maybe #goodnite i hope u feel happy and loved today!!!!!!!!! u DESERVE TO FEEL HAPPY AND LOVED !!!!!! TODAY AND EVERY DAY!!!#i dont know if i am remembering a quote or just coming up w one but #'it's hard to love myself' 'i have enough love for the both of us; ill share with u until u learn how'#is that a quote i am remembering or just nonsense ? who knows #i feel weird #personal #also i think maybe i shld eat rice tmr. i miss my grandparents #my mother's parents

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blublublujk · 2 years

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love always wins (2)

-> chapter 1, chapter 2

words count: 6k

pairing: businesswoman y/n x businessman pjm ft. businessman kth

summary: you were given one simple task. how far are you willing to go for it?

warnings: in this chapter we do get a look at the relationship between oc and her father and just to warn you he's a piece of shit, it's a bit angsty (mental abuse), adult content, swearing/harsh language!!! (oops), alcohol, jimin can be a bit mean and maybe intimidating at first look (it's okay it will change quickly), sexual content (unprotected sex, fm. riding m., creampie)

a.n: this took so so long to get out as usual lmfao, i apologize for being so inconsistent but creating a whole new dialogue is so strange (i miss dilfy jk >.<) just to clarify a few things before the read, this ff will not end in a love triangle so do with that as you will. i know it will seem the oc & taehyung are hitting it off very well but this is a jimin x reader ff so it will get there i promise! im not a fan of writing love triangles but maybe some day… im so obsessed with these characters so far im excited ^.^ anyways, i wanted to get this out quickly since i have a concert to attend tmr and i cant believe i'll be thinking of other men who arent bts lol (wish me luck), feedback is always welcomed <333

—> m.list

Just one more year.

Your father promised just one more year.

One more year of standing tall by his side, only known as his golden child. One more year of the long– boring, mandatory parties. One more year of this false father-daughter relationship. Just one more eventful year.

Your father had declared his retirement only last year.

It was New Year’s Eve.

“Everyone let us please gather around quickly! Please take your seats! ” Nobody in the room really paid your father much attention at the time. Dinner had just been brought out, the room was a chattery mess. Everyone feigning for some nice warm bread to accompany their warm mashed potatoes. You had just stuffed down a roll of the sweet bread yourself, your cheeks puffing the loaf down. It was the only thing you could do during boring times like these. “Quiet down please! This won’t take much of your time!”

Doing as he asked, you chugged a glass of champagne before serving yourself another round then took your seat across him. People too, gathered pretty quickly after you, hot plates decorating the table.

Clearing his throat he started, “Well, you all might be wondering why you are here besides the obvious matters. The new year is approaching. There is so much to look forward to and so much more to expect. New years are filled with new opportunities, new advances, and most importantly, new beginnings.”

Your father takes a deep breath before he continues, “As many of you may know, I’ve been the backbone of SSM for many, many years. Too much to count. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, really. I’m very grateful our family was built off this very same company. We’ve had a long, long journey and it only keeps progressing. SSM will thrive forever.”

Cheers filled the room, while you downed another glass. The champagne tasted fucking delicious tonight.

Between smiles your father continued, “Quiet down please! Thank you, thank you! Now, with careful consideration and thoughtful planning, I’d like to announce a big change happening to SSM this new year. This news may shock some, but SSM will move forth regardless.”

The room stilled for a second anticipating the long awaited news. Whatever he had to say, it was dragging on for too long, you were so bored. Another glass of champagne was placed upon the dinner table, you picked it up with no shame.

“I have decided to retire from my terms with SSM within the new year.”

Shit.

No fuck, fuck, fuck.

“But with that being said, there isn’t any better fit for this position. With great honor, I would love to present to you your new CEO and the amazing woman I get to call my daughter, Y/N Y/L/N.”

The once blaringly loud room fell dead silent to your ears, though everyone jumped in excitement. But it was so quiet, so much that all you could hear was a buzzing ring, tinglingly inside your ears. The glass of champagne you once held came crashing down quite quickly.

You weren’t even given a chance to process anything. Those around you took turns embracing you, congratulating you on the great news. How fucking pathetic. Your fathers speech kept going but you weren’t listening, not after something like that. You fucking hated this moment more than anything. Out of everything he could have pulled from his ass, this— this was the worst.

You had mentioned several times that you weren’t ready for such a position and never would be. Frankly, it's a position you thought would never open, one you would never possess on your own behalf. Your father was very adamant about being the greatest, most successful CEO. But of course, he wouldn’t just leave this position to a nobody. You just didn’t expect it to be you. You could barely take care of yourself, how were you to take care of a whole fucking establishment? Much less lead others. You were done for.

He could have warned you.

He could have and didn’t.

“Congratulations, dear! You’ll do just wonderful!” Some older lady you didn’t even know by name, cheered, pulling you into her slim arms.

You couldn’t even force your arms to squeeze back, they kinda just hung around her loosely. “Thank you.” You whispered sadly. “I’ll try not to disappoint you all.”

That was the last you remembered of that night.

It’s how you ended up in these exact steps.

Your last task so to speak, but really it was just the beginning. Park Jimin, he signs and you’re free. Well not technically…

In the words of your father, you understood very well what Park Jimin would do for SSM.

Park Jimin didn’t need SSM.

SSM needed Park Jimin.

You hated to admit your father had been right all along. SSM was missing something. The company was missing new money, something your father nor you could have ever brung. Being born into wealth is always a privilege, but keeping it was worse than anything. Sure, other people have it worse, you will admit that. But those that lose money that once had nothing don't bat an eye at something they are used to experiencing. As harsh as it may sound, it's the way life worked for someone with wealth.

Park Jimin only had a taste of that. It was your job to bring him down.

You’ve been over this plan many times in your head. Park Jimin is not the enemy, but he could be. Losing an asset like him could be the upbringing of another establishment and the downfall of yours. Nobody wants to lose at the hands of business, but if it’s you or someone else, that other person doesn’t stand a fucking chance.

At first, you weren’t sure you could handle such a high position. But maybe your father was right, if not you, then who else? Business was your life. You weren’t good at anything else. It’s all you have ever known. And being quiet honest, you felt so fucking stupid for thinking that. But this was all a matter of confidence. You could get anywhere you wanted to.

Eventually there would come a time where you then would retire from this position too, but right now, you did the best with what you had. Your father fully retiring from his seat would mean you were left to do as you please, as you had always wished. So Park Jimin’s signature was all it took.

Collecting these businessmen like Pokémon cards was your job. And you were only the best at doing that. How you collected them was nobody’s business, right?

Park Jimin was suddenly nowhere to be found.

You searched everywhere. Quite honestly it made you panic, it wasn’t like this was the end of the world but maybe you were a bit desperate.

Taking sad steps, you found yourself in the kitchen pouring yourself yet another glass of the sweet champagne. That’s when you finally caught sight of him.

“And I’m sure you would do well in a company like ours.” The younger woman bat her eyes drastically, dragging her hand against Jimin’s arm. She gave his bicep a squeeze, his brow raising at the action, though he didn’t push her away.

You scoff silently from your place. What a fucking bitch.

“Jimin!” You call the man's name as you reach the two.

He turns, immediately his eyes smile before his lips. “Y/N.”

The familiar woman notices you too, but doesn’t say anything. Her mean gaze tells it all. She was not happy.

“Yuna. Nice to see you around here.” You put your hand out. She looks down at your hand, hesitant to shake it. She does anyway but there is nothing nice about the greeting. “Thought your mother taught you not to speak to strangers, Yuna.”

Jimin chuckles quite intrigued, if he didn’t know any better he would be offended but he decides to stay quiet for now.

Yuna retreats her hand harshly. “Jimin and I are everything but strangers.”

This is where you raise your eyebrows. “You and Jimin, huh? What is this supposed to mean?”

A new voice cuts in. “It means one of two things. They either date or they fuck.”

You all turn to find Taehyung. Well this just got interesting.

Jimin steps in before Yuna gets a word out. “Neither. We are family friends, you could say.”

You nod.

“I will say, I’m quite shocked you are this invasive around someone you just met, Y/N. You had me fooled.” Jimin pouts, folding his arms across his chest.

“My sincere apologies if I interrupted anything,’ You bow your head before continuing, ‘I was simply checking on our precious guest.”

He nods understandingly. Taehyung’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He didn’t even know Jimin enough, but he was already starting to annoy him.

“No need to apologize. Yuna here meant no harm. She’s the sweetest.” He explains squeezing her shoulder.

Yuna smiles in return.

You hum. “Yeah, of course. The sweetest. Um, if you don’t mind, Taehyung? Make sure our sweet Yuna here makes it home safely. Her parents must be so worried. I wouldn’t want you to be late.”

Yuna’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. Taehyung steps in. Yuna, having left with no choice, gives one last bow in Jimin’s direction.

“It was nice to see you again Jimin, you know where to find me when you decide on my proposition.” He bows back, smiling politely.

“Of course, take care.”

The two leave you and Jimin behind, the glass still in your hand, you take a sip of your drink. Suddenly, the sweet taste is bitter.

“I’m so sorry about that.” You say. “She tends to get too excited. She’s so young, you understand right?”

Jimin purses his lips. “Yeah, of course. Who was that, by the way?”

You finish your drink, placing the glass down. “Ah, that was Taehyung.”

“I know that. I mean, is he your boyfriend?” Jimin is very forward when asking his question.

“No.” You say.

“What a shame.” He replies, you raise your brow in confusion. “He’s hot.”

You mentally thank yourself for finishing your drink because you would have spit it out by now.

“Wait, you’re gay?” You try to sound casual, but you are sure your face gives it all away. Now how the fuck are you supposed to fuck him into signing a contract? Not that, that’s what you had planned…

Jimin giggles. “No, no. But, you should have seen the look on your face! Would that have been a problem, Ms. Y/N?”

“No, of course not.” You are quick to defend yourself. “I was just curious is all.”

“Good because I am bisexual.” Jimin simply replies, looking around the room.

Nodding you respond, “Nothing wrong with that. I like women too. Probably more than I like men.”

Jimin raises his brow looking back at you. “Really?”

You only nod.

“I didn’t see that in you.” Jimin shrugs.

You scoff. “You don’t know the first thing about me then.”

“I wasn’t trying to offend you.” He clarified.

“Didn’t say I was.” You snap back.

He smiles. “Right. I like you.”

“Then we are already starting on the right foot. Let me introduce myself now.” You insist before he cuts you off.

“Y/N, Y/L/N…” Jimin clicks his tongue three times against the roof of his mouth, dragging his palm slowly across his suit, flattening the material. His eyes look down at the ground before they travel back to your face. “Age 23. Began your first start-up at the young age of 13. So young, passionate, filled with dreams only one could ever simply dream of reaching. The start-up did well. Not well enough for you to feel completely satisfied though. Trust me, been there— done that. The media accused your young, precious entreprenstic mind for that of your father. They compared you to him, so much they called your ideas, his. It was so hard on you. Eventually, Kihyun’s dearest daughter flew off to college. Medicine, her first choice, but then that didn't work out. You eventually walked right back into the hole where you started. You are what many young entrepreneurs wish they were. You’re smart, driven, and most of all you knew exactly what you wanted. You are quite the woman.”

You scoff because Jimin read you like a book, except your life was a quick Google search. Nothing you hadn’t seen before. “Google taught you all that?”

Jimin smiles and tilts to the side. “Yeah actually. You’ve done it all. Believe me when I say, I am your biggest fan here.”

You can’t help but to laugh. What were you even worried about? He was already on your side. “You, a fan of me? I’m flattered.”

You really weren’t, but this was all for show anyways.

He steps closer towards you, for a minute he just seems to check you out, his eyes landing right on top of your breast, the same way he did earlier. “Too bad I have no interest. It was nice meeting you dear, take care.” He steps back and turns his back.

You snatch his suit pulling him back to face you. “What.”

He looks down at you. Suddenly, you feel so small.

“I’ve heard of what you like to do. And let me tell you one thing before I part.” His lips brush up against your ear before he whispers, “Let this be clear. I may be a man, but I would never allow myself to fall for a pretty woman for some quick business deal. When you have something to actually offer me, you know where to find me. In the meantime, take care. You had plenty of drinks tonight, I would call it a night if I was you. See you later.”

Jimin’s turns and leaves as promised. His brother fell behind him quickly. You are left in your own little world, speechless. You couldn’t even move. What the fuck was his problem?

What now?

——

“What do you mean Jimin didn’t seem interested?” Your father scoffs, he was as confused as you were.

“You heard me. He simply stated he wasn’t interested.” You mumble.

“Did you even care to tell him about the shareholding bill? This would benefit him big time and he simply wasn’t interested? This isn’t a game, Y/N. I expected more from you.” Your fathers words are harsh. It wasn’t the end of the fucking world, you thought. You could get him to sign if he just gave you more time. At the end, this was to set you up for the long run. Who cares how long it takes? Your father’s position was close to being taken anyways. You could run this company with or without Jimin, you were so sure of it.

“I didn’t have enough time for that father. You heard me explain this three times now. He just wasn’t interested.” You say, giving up.

Your father laughs dryly. “You think this is what being a leader means? Do you seriously think you can do well with this attitude you carry? The world doesn’t revolve around you, Y/N.”

It’s laughable that he’s mentioning the world not revolving around you when he had the habit of always making everything that occurred to you, about him. Of course, when your father has nothing better to do, he loves to destroy the only thing you have left going for yourself. It’s what he was best at besides his career.

“Just think about the situation you’re in for two minutes. You will never succeed with this attitude!” He repeats himself. “What was I thinking? Can you even handle it?”

He always makes you feel so useless. You didn’t even choose this for yourself. He did. He always did.

“You know I would have never taken this position in the first place. I made that clear father.” You whisper, firmly trying to maintain your peace. “You know that—”

“You have no choice!!!” He shouts, throwing some paperwork off his desk, the papers landing all over his floors. You step back, startled. Your father wasn’t abusive in any way. He had never laid a single finger on you, ever, and you believed he never would but the man didn’t have to. His words hurt you deep enough. Sometimes you wondered if hitting you would hurt less.

“You have no choice!!! How many times do I have to repeat myself?” The man sits, massaging his temples. “Please, just fix this attitude you have. It won’t get you anywhere.”

You nod, clenching your fists.

He then says, “You’re dismissed.”

“You know mother was right about you.” You start, breathless. The room was starting to eat you alive, suffocating in your own thoughts. But it would drive you insane keeping this in.

The distributed man looks up. “Please don't start this now.”

“She was! And you knew it! This— this shit is all you care about! Have you ever thought once of how this affected me? You never cared to ask me if I was fucking okay! You were never here for me! Never! Not once. I should have just escaped with her when I had the chance.” You choke into a sob, god you hated crying in front of him. You were gonna hate yourself later for doing so.

“You think it’s just affecting you! I was married to that woman! She’s not as innocent as you fucking think. She had a lot to fucking say about my job but what did she end up doing? She left with all our fucking savings! She never cared about you. Stop defending her and get that through your fucking head.” Your father whispered the last of his words, focusing back on some paperwork.

You feel a tear fall down your cheek, you desperately wipe it away. What was the point? He never listened. “Trust me, I know that very well. You know what, ‘s fine. I’ll just go.”

The man doesn’t bother looking back up. “Close the door behind you.”

“Yup.”

That night you force yourself to sleep in between tears.

You don’t recall falling asleep until you woke up the next day with a throbbing headache and your phone ringing.

“Hello.”

“Fuck, where you sleeping?” Taehyung asks after hearing your weak voice.

“What do you think?”

“Sorry.” He whispers.

“‘S fine. Did you need something?” You force yourself to get up from bed, brushing the ends of your hair with your fingers.

“How did it go yesterday?” He asks softly, he can only imagine not well if you overslept, you almost never did.

You smile then dryly laugh. “Well, he wasn’t interested.”

“No? And you're laughing about it?” Taehyung muses. You were quite glad about how close you and Taehyung had gotten. Even if you weren’t the best of friends, he always knew how to distract you. It’s probably what you needed most right now.

“Should I cry about it then?” You tease.

“God no. I was simply asking.” He sighs. “What happened?”

You sigh too, laying your head back down. “Long story short, he told me he wasn’t interested. He knows about my reputation with men. Apparently, I’m not too secretive about it. I didn’t know it had gotten this bad. Anyways, he told me when I actually have something good to offer him, to find him. Then I told my father and well, you know how he is. He’s not happy with me right now, so that’s that.”

Taehyung sighs into the phone again. “So what, you like to fuck? Is that a fucking sin?”

“Taehyung, that doesn’t make me feel better. I don't think that helps any women. I feel like a fucking whore.” You groan against your sheets.

“Did he call you that?” He asks in a very serious tone.

“God no. I would have had him escorted out instantly.” You assured him.

“Good, good. Then, so what. You fuck, you’re young. Live a little, who cares what Park Jimin thinks. Fuck what he thinks.” Taehyung tries to comfort you.

“Park Jimin thinks you’re hot.” You say.

“Nevermind.” He takes it all back and for the first time in a long time you laugh loudly.

“God you’re an idiot.” You say in between laughs.

“Whatever. Breakfast today?” Taehyung offers and honestly it doesn’t sound half as bad.

“Deal. You pay.”

“Wouldn't have it any other way.” And he doesn’t miss a single beat.

——

“I just felt so stupid Taehyung! He always does this to me.” You moan into the ceiling, gripping onto his shoulders desperately as you bounced on his cock.

After a very fulfilling breakfast, the date concluded with the activity you did best. Taehyung drove you home and well, the rest was common sense. He nearly devoured you alive when you offered him to come up to your bedroom. Thank God your father spent all his life tucked away in the office so he was nowhere to be found. This place was yours and Taehyung’s to make a mess of.

“Fuck.” Taehyung muttered against your neck, pushing his member further into you, your walls squeezing him deliciously. You weren’t sure he was listening much to your rant but at least he was fucking you well. You can't even blame him, you wouldn’t be listening either.

“God I hate him.” You whine, feeling the crown of his head hit your g-spot, driving you crazy. “I can’t stand him.”

Taehyung grunted pushing your ass down for a fuller effect. “So fucking leave.”

Your head falls against his bare chest trying to catch a breath. “I can’t fucking leave him, he’s my father.”

Was that stupid? Maybe. Maybe not.

He was all you fucking had. If not him, who else? It was only a matter of time then Taehyung would leave too. It’s just the way life works for you. You couldn’t keep anyone to save your life. This was all pathetic. You were back on square one, feeling just as hopeless.

Taehyung sighed, slowing his movements, forcing your chin up to face him. “Stop doing this to yourself. You’re just gonna prove him right. I can’t speak about your relationship with him because that’s personal to you and him but this shit— what you are doing is not good for you. You haven’t even shown half of what you are capable of to him. If you get stuck here, you will end up exactly as he imagined. You know you are so much more than this. Find Jimin and convince him to work with you. Give him something good. He’s a tough one but he can’t be impossible to break. You understand me?”

Your eyes roll back, laying your head back against his chest. “I know. I fucking know that Taehyung. You think if I didn’t that I would be here with you.”

“Yeah actually.” He replies nonchalantly.

You smack the side of his shoulder. “I needed to fuck my stress away. That’s why you are here. I’ll talk to Jimin again today, asshole.”

Taehyung chuckles. “Ouch?”

“Oh, shut up. You can handle way more.” You mumble and he nods.

“You feeling better?” The hazel-eyed man tenderly swipes the hair out of your face.

“Just fuck me.”

“Alright!” Taehyung breaks into a boxy smile and does just that. It didn’t take long for both of you to get back into action. The whole room smelled of your juices mixing together and you were loving every second of it. This wasn’t the best way to spend your mornings and had your father known you were up to no good instead of dealing with Jimin, he would’ve crucified you. It’s a good thing he is never around to witness it though.

“Right there, Tae. Right there, oh fuck.” Your moans start to raise pitch by the minute, his dick driving into you freakishly well. “I’m gonna come.”

Taehyung maintains his pace, and you gasp into his shoulder, he too was extremely close. “Let me feel you then. Come for me.” He whispered sweetly into your ear.

You both came down crashing fast. His white essence fills you to the brim. Maybe this was all a bit irresponsible but you hoped and prayed the birth control would come through every time. You didn’t do this with every fuck but Taehyung was just too good.

“Let’s clean up. I have to go find this loser.” You stand careful of the mess between your legs, rushing towards the washroom. “Thanks for the sex.”

Taehyung chuckles running his hand through his hair, you were so unbelievable.

——

“As I have stated three times before Ms. Y/L/N, if you have not scheduled a meeting with Mr. Park you are not allowed up to see him.” The stupid lady at the front desk repeated herself yet again. You were so frustrated by this point. How exactly were you supposed to speak to this man if he was impossible to reach?

“Listen Ms.,’ You pause to read her name tag, “Son, I’d have you know, I’m a great friend of Mr. Park. If he knew you were holding me back to get to him, he would be extremely displeased. So I ask again that you reconsider letting me up to speak with him or it won't end well with you, sweetheart. I can guarantee that.”

She gives you a mean look, then sighs and picks up the phone. “One second.”

You give her a false smile, hearing a low ring over the phone.

“Mr. Park, I’m sorry to disturb you. There is a lady here begging to speak to you. She says you both are great friends.” She speaks uninterested. “Her name? Y/N. Y/N, Y/L/N.”

You stand there, tapping your feet anxiously. This is all taking longer than it should.

“Oh. Okay. I’m so sorry, Mr. Park. Yeah, okay I will. Thank you.” She clicks the line and looks back at you. “Mr. Park says he has no recollection of you so I’d suggest you cut the act and leave the property immediately.”

Your mouth drops wide open, this is fucking unbelievable.

“Ms. Son, he’s lying. He’s fucking lying! I promise I know him.” You desperately explain yourself.

“Ms. Y/L/N with all due respect, so do the twenty other crazed people who come searching for him. Please do not make me call security to escort you.” She whispers meanly.

You hated her.

“You are ridiculous, Ms. Son. You and Mr. Park! If you were working for me, you would have been fired long ago!” Your petty tone dies down when you see the man you had been fucking searching for walk through the elevator doors.

The lady immediately rises, bowing. “Mr. Park, I’m so sorry this crazy bitch distrubed your peace, I’ll have her escorted out this instant.”

You gasp. “Me, a crazy bitch? Bitch, I’ll end you!”

Before things could escalate any further, Jimin quickly wraps his arm against your waist pulling your backend flush against his front so you wouldn’t jump her bones. You look up at him, and you look very angry. It was cute, he thought.

He looks towards his employee. “Ms. Son, that won't be necessary. Ms. Y/L/N here is a very special guest of mine and she is always welcomed here. From now on, she should be treated with utmost respect, you understand?”

She looks horrified and you almost stick your tongue out at her. “Mr. Park, b-but you said you didn’t know her?”

“I had to make sure with my own eyes that it was the person who I was imagining. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get some lunch. I’ll be back later.” The man releases your waist and walks out as if nothing occurred.

Left in disbelief, you turn to the lady and whisper, “You are dead bitch.” Then you turn back around and quickly follow behind Jimin.

“Hey!” You yell coming close behind him. “What the fuck is your problem?”

The man looks to his side, you’re struggling catching up to his fast pace, he slows down a bit but it goes unnoticed by you. “Whatever do you mean?”

You roll your eyes, gripping his arm, forcing the man to halt in his steps. “You seriously can’t be this clueless.” You squeeze your eyes shut attempting to cool down, then sweetly look back up at him. “Mr. Park, please, let’s do this. I’ll pay for your lunch and you hear me out. I can assure you I have something that you will be interested in hearing.”

“I don’t know… let me think.” The man purses his lips, acting as if he was giving it much thought. “Okay deal. Follow me.” The man leaves you behind once again leading the way, you of course curse at yourself for wearing heels.

——

The food finally gets brought out and you thank the angels above. The man ordered basically everything on the menu but who cares at this point. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

“Great, so as I was saying—”

The man cuts you off by stuffing your mouth with some freshly cut meat.

“Eat first. Then talk after.” He says and then stuffs his own mouth with food, dragging the hot plate closer towards you. To your surprise, the taste is fucking delicious.

Once you swallow you start again, “Mr. Park with all due respect, I didn’t come here to eat with you. All I ask is—”

The man doesn’t let you finish speaking much louder than you, mocking your tone. “Ms. Y/L/N with all due respect, I don’t listen well on an empty stomach. So please eat. We can discuss things later.”

You scoff quietly. “Fine. Only because I just realized how hungry I am.”

The man smirks watching you finally shove the hot food down your throat. He feels satisfied, almost as if he’s the one enjoying the bite. He picks up his own utensils and joins you.

After eating every last bite, you lay back against your seat, rubbing your satisfyingly stuffed tummy.

The man smiles. “How was that?”

“Honestly, not bad. I’m impressed.” You say casually. The people around you must have thought you hadn’t been fed in years.

“Good. I’m glad.” He says, looking around the restaurant.

You prop back up on your elbows. “So.”

He shoves his hand against your mouth. “Please, you’re much prettier when you’re quiet.”

Is he fucking serious right now? You peel his hand off. “Mr. Park! I did exactly what you asked of me. Can you please just listen to me?!”

The man sighs, laying back against his seat, gesturing to you to continue.

“Thank you.” You sadly mumble. “This won’t take long. I wanted to speak to you about what our company could offer you. I’m sure you must have heard my father is retiring his position soon—”

“And leaving it to you, so I heard. You sure you are ready for something like that?”

You stop to think quite surprised he even cares. “I’ll manage. Anyways, I really think you could do well for us. I’m not asking you to retire from your own doings, I’d never ask that of anyone. All I ask is that you help us out on certain projects. I’ve seen your work, you aren’t half as bad as I imagined.” You admit.

“Geez, thanks.” He chuckles.

“Sorry.” You blurt. “I just mean, I could see you working with us. I mean this could benefit you big time. And it helps us along the process. Why work against each other when we could work together?”

He stops to think before he teases, “But working against you is so much funner.”

God, he was gonna kill you.

You sweetly smile. “Right. Please Jimin, I beg you to hear me out. You would be making way more than you do now. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me and I don’t really care but I promise you, those things aren’t true. I never intended to harm anyone.” You plead.

Your eyes softened halfway through your speech. He has no idea why he feels bad for you, so he just agrees.

“Fine.” He gives up.

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your sockets. You couldn’t believe your ears. Was it that easy?

“But under one condition.” He breaks. “I don’t work under you ever, you understand? Don’t hide things from me either. If we will be working together, then treat me like such. I want to know when things go wrong and if you ever need help, tell me. The same way I don’t work for you, you don’t work for me. We are equals to each other regardless of how much more money you make. You understand me?”

You just nod, not sure if you understand all the conditions because that was definitely more than one.

“Okay. Then I believe we are done here.” He stands, tucking the hair that fell into his eyes, back. God, he was so attractive.

You stand with him, following the man to the counter.

“It’s on her.” He points at you with a taunting smile on his face then leaves the restaurant.

You are quick to pay the surprisingly low bill. You expected so much more after all you both devoured. With a quick thanks, you storm outside to find the man that keeps slipping from your fingertips.

Once you catch up to him, you fall short of breaths. “Geez, do you ever walk slowly?”

“Nope.” He smiles, continuing his awfully fast pace. “I have places to be, lady.”

“Right, well how will I keep in contact with you? Shouldn’t we sign an agreement?” You say and the man abruptly stops in his steps.

He turns to you and very firmly speaks, “Another condition, no contracts between us. If you don’t trust me, then simply don’t work with me. As for contacting me, if you need my number, show up to my office starting next week. I like early birds so please be on time.”

You scoff, crossing your ams. “That’s pretty cheap coming from someone who was late to our first encounter.”

He shrugs. “You want me right? You must work for me, darling. I don’t come easy.”

“Fine. I’ll be there. I thought I wasn’t working for you, or “under” you?” You murmur.

He could eat you alive, he thinks. You are just too cute.

“You aren’t. You are simply coming for one thing next week. My number. Work will resume for us the next day. See you then.” He grabs your hand and delivers a soft peck before he’s off again.

That man… he was just full of surprises. Maybe you liked surprises after all.

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