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The Shadow In Your Eyes

The Shadow In Your Eyes (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1367 words (Finally a long one)

Warnings: illness, madness/insanity, hints at murder, violence, death, (once again my having no idea what to put here)

Summary: the flare is spreading through Newt quicker than you could ever have imagined, it won’t be long before the boy you loved is lost forever.

you cannot even bring yourself to look at him, for, if you did, you would not see the smiling, brown eyed boy you love, but a pale, dark vein streaked, stranger.

the other gladers seemed to be keeping their distance too, not out of fear or spite, but merely because watching someone you love, slowly die, and you can do nothing but watch, is too hard.

you take a deep breath and move to sit beside Newt, causing many turned heads. he looks sideways at you, causing you to shift away from him in discomfort.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite”. his voice comes out harsher than you knew it would if he wasn’t infected. you still can’t meet his eyes, as though scared you will see madness, or perhaps hatred, staring back at you.

the boys are looking up now, eyes fixed on you and Newt, not speaking. Newt looks around, realises everyone is staring and stands up.

he limps out of the room, and after a moment’s hesitation, you follow him.

you peep your head around the frame of the door, to see Newt sitting cross legged, his chin in his hands.

“What do you want”. his voice comes out hoarse yet without that harsh tone. you decide it’s safe to move closer, and rest a hand on his shoulder, “it’s going to be ok”

he shoved your hand away, “it’s not going to be bloody ok, lying to yourself isn’t going fix this, fix me. I’m getting worse y/n, I can feel it.

“Newt, listen to me”

“no! you listen to me,” he was shouting now “do you really think that me knowing you all, will stop me from killing you”

“Newt-“ you reach out your arm to him.

“Get away from me!” his eyes blaze with a maddened anger as he shoves you, hard, sending you sprawling across the floor.

horror crosses Newt’s face as he sees what he’s done, he rushes towards you but you back away, drawing your knees up to your chin, just as Minho and Thomas ran into the room.

“we heard you shouting Newt and-“ Minho breaks off as he sees you sitting huddled in a corner on the floor, with Newt, standing near you, a hand over his mouth.

Minho and Thomas hurry towards you, standing between your curled up body and Newt. “Minho, Thomas, what are you doing?”, Newt says in a shaky voice.

“What we have to” Thomas looks grimly at his friend. Minho nods at him, lifts you into his arms, and Thomas keeps his eyes on Newt as you are carried from the room.

“are you alright”. Minho begins checking you for injuries. you nod, a little shakily, still shocked and speechless.

the boy looks at you, “it’s not a very nice experience, the flare”. you shake your head vigorously. “me and Thomas will talk to Newt, don’t worry, we won’t let it happen again”

Thomas and Newt enter the room at that moment, Thomas grim faced and Newt still shaken, approaching you slowly. you move backwards, afraid and hurt flashes in Newt’s dark eyes before he turns away.

you sit between Thomas and Minho, who are whispering to each other, and stare at your hands.

whenever you glance up, which was next to never, Newt sat alone, shivering slightly, his chin resting on his knees.

evidently, the other graders had either been told, or had heard, you and Newt’s fight, the latter seeming more likely. all the boys had crowded on one side of the room, as though trying to put as much distance between themselves and the sandy haired boy.

he fiddled with his fingerless gloves, the thin cotton going nothing to hide the dark veins snaking up them. it was clear to everyone, that Newt was not the same Newt as they knew from the Glade.

the stranger was harsher, colder, and had broken a whispered promise you had heard too many times to count. “I promise I will never hurt you y/n”

but this was not the Newt that made those promises. this was not the Newt that held you as you wept for Chuck. not the Newt that would hug you when he saw you return from the maze. not the Newt who would hold you when the nightmares plagued your sleep.

not the Newt that decorated your hair with chains of daisies. the Newt that would laugh when you weaved flowers through his hair. not the Newt that would let you lie of his lap, pointing out the pretty shadows the leaves cast. the Newt that would stroke your hair until he heard your breathing go heavy.

that Newt was gone now. to a place you would never reach him again.

it made your heart break to see the boy that would always comfort you, the kind track hoe, the friend that would bring you baskets of strawberries, decorated with flowers, sitting their, blank eyed, staring at his thin fingers.

you wanted to move forward to comfort him, yet even if Minho or Thomas, or heck even Newt himself, let you, it was not a good idea.

looking at his lost, pale face, it seemed hard to realise that this, blank, vacant youth, was the same smiling sandy haired boy from the glade.

the Flare had broken his mind, worse than the fall had broken his leg.

night had fallen and the boys were laying down, using packs to prop up their heads and each others heat to warm them.

your eyes watched the lonely boy curl up by himself, wrapping his hands around his knees. you felt your eyes close, but you cannot sleep. after a moment or maybe it was hours, the breathing around you grows steady and you believe everyone is asleep. that was before movement caught your eye.

you watch through your eyelashes as the dark shape of Newt shifts slowly towards you, looking left and right to make sure that others were indeed asleep.

your stomach sinks with fear and apprehension as he reaches out a hand towards you. but instead of doing the many things that race each other through your mind, he brushes a stray hair from your eyes, gently.

not moving you watching through squinted eyelids as he strokes your hair with his thumb, his eyes, even in the dark, glazed in sadness.

you relax, slightly, beginning to drift off to sleep when a loud creak makes you jump, Newt’s head snaps around, and the boys jerk awake, Thomas and Minho already on their feet.

the blonde boy tries to scurry back to his corner, unnoticed, but Thomas grabs his ankle and holds him fast.

“what were you doing to y/n” he demands

“nothing. get off of me” Newt struggles to free his leg from his friend’s grip but to no avail.

“answer me. you expect us to trust you around her after today?”

Newt’s face lost all the gentleness of a few minutes ago, and is shadowed by anger. “get off of me” he screams, making the other boys jump. he lunges for Thomas only to be dragged down by Minho and a few other gladers who hold him to the ground.

“I’m not going to ask you again” Thomas looks at Newt seriously.

“let go. let go. let go.” his voice sounds almost childlike, nothing like his own. it was as though someone else were speaking for Newt.

Thomas flattens his hand, and brings it down hard on the boy’s injured leg. he screams so loudly you’re surprised you don’t hear the shattering of glass.

Newt stops struggling, his breath ragged, looking almost on the verge of tears. but you knew that Newt wouldn’t cry, no matter how sick or shucked up in the head he was.

Thomas and Minho take advantage of this and drag him into a side room, slamming the door. they both look at each other, pained expressions on their faces.

they tell everyone to get some sleep, but they all know none of them will. not with the cracked screams and thumps coming from the side room.

Too Scared to Sleep

Too Scared to Sleep (Thomas x Minho)

Word Count: 1178 words

Warnings: SPOILERS, GORE, BLOOD!! hallucinations, kissing, cuddling

Summary: Since they reached the safe haven without Chuck, Teresa and Newt, Minho and Thomas haven’t been able to sleep.

(Alright, clearing up some stuff, I know nobody asked for this, but I read a request from @minewtiscute wrong, my brain thinking I remembered it was Minho x Thomas when it was Minho x Newt. I spent 5 hours on this, and only just realised. so after clearing up the fact I can’t read, please enjoy a fanfic that nobody asked for. I’m sorry to @minewtiscute and I will be doing your request next!)

(Also if nobody enjoys this, I’ll replace it with the new one!)

Thomas’ eyes snap open and he jerks into sitting position. the sky outside the window is dark, and the boy is in no way surprised.

it wasn’t like it was unusual for him to wake several times in the night.

yes, they might have made it to the safe haven, but no matter how safe they were it wouldn’t stop the nightmares.

it wouldn’t stop cranks looming from the shadows, inhuman screams issuing from the air itself, or ghostly, hollow eyed versions of his dead friends, shouting accusations at him for their deaths.

Teresa, with crushed limbs, torn, bloodied clothes and the grey powder of rock tinging her black hair. Chuck, with wide gaping eyes and mouth, a patch of scarlet on his chest, spilling all over his shirt. Newt, with black veins climbing his body, large oversized pupils, and a bloody mass staining the side of his head and splattering his hair. all blaming him for their passing.

and to tell the truth, he believed them. no matter what Minho and the others said, he can’t help thinking, if he had pushed Chuck out of the way, if he had noticed the rubble so Teresa wouldn’t have had to save him, if he hadn’t pulled the trigger that ended Newt’s life.

whenever he confided this to Minho he would tell him he couldn’t possibly have known that the bullet or rubble were coming, that if he hadn’t killed his friend, then the boy would have found a way to do it himself.

Thomas looks over to Minho now. he lays curled in the bed they shared, a slight crease on his forehead, and frown on his face. no doubt he was reliving horrifying scenes as well.

his eyes are squeezed shut and he keeps tossing and turning, groaning quietly and drawing his knees closer to his chin.

Thomas shifts closer to the boy and gently touches his shoulder, shaking him from whatever foul visions he was experiencing.

his dark eyes open, at first looking confused and slightly scared.

“Thomas,” he pushes himself into a sitting position, “are you alright?”

“I don’t think either of us are alright, especially not you. you looked like you were being tortured in your sleep.”

“Speak for yourself. have you gotten any sleep at all tonight?”

“yes.”

it was true, Thomas had slept that night, maybe an hour or so, which was significantly good for him, yet that did not make him feel any less drained.

the nightmares wouldn’t let any of you sleep. the screams, the visions. it was one of the reasons that the two boys had decided to share a bed.

they were still terrible yes, but much easier to manage when there was someone else with them. knowing they’re not alone.

the two sit in silence, both thinking. both too scared to sleep.

fingers intertwine themselves with Thomas’ and he looks down to see Minho, not looking at him, gripping his hand. the boy squeezes and Thomas’ squeezes back.

still not saying anything to each other, they shift closer together, shoulders brushing, leaning on the bedframe. Thomas leans his head on the other’s shoulder, his dark hair tickling Minho’s neck.

Minho rests his own head on the boy’s head, closing his eyes and wrapping an arm around him.

he lets out a low sigh that rustles Thomas’ hair and closes his eyes. the other boy looks into the darkness, the looming, horrifying face still burned there, yet they did not advance. they crouched, wreathed by shadow, growling and hissing darkly.

yet even those started to fade as Minho presses a gentle kiss to his head and strokes his hand softly with his thumb.

Thomas closed his eyes, feeling sleep tugging at his mind. he does not resist, but instead lets it pull him under.

his dreams are filled with his lost friends, but they are not hollow eyed, or grotesquely disfigured.

no, he was in a lush field with forests around it, a blue sky above him. flowers dotted the long grass and birds chirped from the leaves of the trees.

his three friends sit together, beckoning and smiling at him. he joins them and sits in the sun. they talk to him and he talks back, telling them about the safe haven. about how Frypan insisted feeding them all huge plates of food for every meal. how Minho and Brenda could always be found, challenging each other to arm wrestles. how everyone missed them.

by the time he reaches this topic, Thomas cannot stop himself from saying the thing he had wanted to say since they had died.

“Listen, I’m sorry you died, it’s my fault, I know.” he looks at his hands, twisted in his lap.

a hand rests on his shoulder and he looks into the dark eyes and freckled face of Newt. “Hey.” he gives him a small smile, “it’s not your fault, you did what you could.”

“I failed you guys.”

Chuck’s slightly pudgy hand pats the brunet’s cold, intertwined ones, “you didn’t fail us, you were the reason we got this far.”

“Chuck’s right.” Teresa’s blue eyes meet his, “if it weren’t for you, we would probably all still be stuck in that shucked maze.”

“At least we would have been safe.”

“Safe,” Newt laughs softly, “safe isn’t the way to live a life. danger is what makes life interesting, it’s what makes life worth living. if you were safe all the time, what kind of life would that be.”

“a pretty boring one.” Thomas gives one of the first smiles he had in a while.

“Exactly.” Teresa pats his arm, “don’t beat yourself up Tom.”

“Yeah, we’re alright, at least we’re not alone, right?”

Thomas looks at all of their smiling faces and feels his heart lift a little. then they all suddenly look at the sky, as though a sound had issued from it. they look back at him, small smiles on their faces.

“I think it’s time for you to go Tommy.” Newt tells him softly.

the four of them stand, a cool breeze rustling their hair and hitting their faces. Chuck moves forwards and he hugs first him, then Teresa and then finally Newt.

he faces the three of them and opens his mouth to ask.

“We’ve already talked to Minho.” Teresa says as though she knew what he were about to say.

Thomas nods,

“Goodbye, Chuck, Teresa, Newt.”

“Goodbye,” the three of their words mingle together,

“Tom.”

“Thomas.”

“Tommy.”

he raises a hand in farewell and the last thing he sees before being pulled back to reality, his three friends, all smiling and waving at him, hair rustling in the breeze and faces illuminated in golden light.

Thomas opens his eyes, feeling something brushing his hair rhythmically. he looks up to see Minho, smiling softly down at him and stroking his hair.

the boy snuggles further into his arms, closing his eyes against the dawn light filtering into the room. he lets out a happy sigh, feeling calm and content for the first time since, well, forever.

Shut Up

Shut Up (Thomas x Gally)

Word Count: 749 words

Warnings: kissing

Summary: the gladers wonder why Gally suddenly cares about Thomas

(First time writing this and it’s not my finest work so, I hope you enjoy it)

Gally hated Thomas. at least that’s what he told himself everyday because he cannot face the other option.

but even with this well know detail that didn’t stop him waiting with Newt for Minho and Thomas’ return.

the boy keeps looking sideways at him and he starts to get annoyed. “Just spit out what you want to say will you?”

“Just curious why you’re here,” he shrugs, “you haven’t shown much interest in Tommy or Minho before.”

Gally takes his time to answer, casting around for an excuse that would hide his real motive.

“I’m just…curious where they are, the doors are going to close soon, and they’ve been out for a long time.”

“Mhm.” Newt doesn’t look at all convinced but he doesn’t question him further.

the rest of the gladers, after finished with eating, started filling out and gathering around.

they all knew that Minho and Thomas had gone to examine the body of the griever, but they should have definitely been back by now.

the sky was darkening and Newt’s eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the opening to the maze.

“There they are the bleeding shanks.”

Thomas and Minho found the corner and jog towards them. “What time do you call this?” Newt shouts above the sighs of relief and footsteps of the crowd dispersing.

“We found something, Minho and Newt bend over something the dark haired boy is holding as Thomas moves to greet Chuck. “You guys nearly didn’t make it back, the doors are about to close.” he hears the young boy tell his friend.

“Well we made it back.”

“It’s a good thing you did.” Gally immediately regretted saying this. Thomas, Chuck, Newt and Minho all look up and stare at him with a mix of confusion and surprise.

“I mean-“ Gally fumbles his words, silently cursing himself, “we didn’t want to loose the chance of finding more about that griever.

they all continue to stare, and after a moment or two of silence, he shuffles away.

he mutters insults at himself under his breath. how could he have been so stupid? everyone probably thought he was insane now.

a second pair of footsteps approaches him from behind and he turns to shout something rude at the unknown glader.

he spins on his heel, but when he sees Thomas, the insult melts in his mouth.

Thomas’ forehead is creased, still looking bemused.

“what are you doing here?” he tries to put as much venom as he can into his voice. Thomas doesn’t recoil, quite the contrary, he steps closer.

“what did you mean back there?”

“Shut up.” he turns his back on the boy, but he is relentless.

“I’m serious, why were you waiting for us, Newt said you were there before the others.”

“Did he?”

“Yeah, since when did you care.”

“I don’t-“

“Gally, you’re not convincing anyone, what you said was as good as a confession.”

he feels the blood drain from his face. he couldn’t know, could he?”

“What do you mean confession?”

“Confession that you don’t hate me as much as you say you do.”

“I still don’t understand.”

Thomas laughs, “it’s obvious that you’re just playing the enemy card because of tradition. do you want to be friends is that it.”

the other boy lets out a sigh of relief, it’s alright, he still didn’t know. this relief didn’t last long.

“you’re hiding something, from all of us, just admit what it is or I’ll find out myself.”

Gally doesn’t answer him, but stares down at his shoe, which he was scuffing in the dirt.

“Come on, just tell me.” Thomas moves in front of him.

“Thomas-“ he turns his back on him.

“Why not.”

“Thomas I’m serious.”

“But-“

Gally grabs him looking him in the eyes. Thomas looks surprised, his eyebrows raised, almost touching his hair as the boy leans into him and takes his lips in his own.

they stand there for a moment before Gally holds him at arms length, looking into his eyes, “do you understand now.”

the boy nods.

“that explains a lot.” both of their head snap around to face Minho. he was leaning on Newt’s shoulder, smirking.

“Shut up.”

Minho’s smirk splits into a grin, “you know the best part? you can’t beat me up, because unfortunately for you, Thomas cares about me, don’t you Thomas.”

“I wouldn’t blame Gally for beating you up.” he smiles at his friend, “you are very good at being annoying.”

Minho laughs, “guilty as charged.”

Crank

Crank (Newt x Thomas)

Word Count: 1244 words

Warnings: kissing, spoilers for tdc, mild violence, cuddling

Summary: Since they’ve been at WICKED Thomas notices something off about his friend

Newt twists his hands in his lap, staring at his fingers. They twitch involuntarily, but that was nothing new. He was loosing count of the things he had lost control of.

The boy clenches and unclenches his fist, sighing when his whole fist shook slightly. He didn’t know how long he could hide it from the brunet that was now looking at him like he had just started speaking Latin or something.

It didn’t matter, but if he could, making his friend worry least was the best option. The other boys were talking amongst themselves, Thomas having stopped staring at him and now in deep conversation with Minho and Brenda.

The blond pushed himself to his feet, slipping out of the door. If he could just get away from a moment, maybe the twitching in his hands would calm down.

He pulled his jacket further down his arms and around his neck. It wouldn’t be much longer before the black veins that hid there would peep out from under his clothes.

Newt hurried down a long corridor, looking around at the many doors than line it.

He was looking for a particular one. One that a WICKED worker had shown him upon their arrival. It had a plate on the door, brass, by the looks of it, not that it mattered.

Finally he reached the door with his name on it. ‘Newt’ and below the neatly carved letters, ‘The Glue’.

Opposite the this door, was one that read, ‘Thomas: To be killed by Group B’. He found himself staring at these intriguing words, wondering, for perhaps the hundredth time, what it could mean.

Shaking his head slightly, he put his hand on the doorknob, when a voice sounded from behind him, “Where are you off to in such a hurry.”

Newt doesn’t jump. He knew the boy would follow him. Knew he would notice him slip away. “What do you want Tommy.” He spins on his heel, sounding more weary than annoyed.

“I want to know what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong.” Newt rubs his eyes with a hand.

“You really expect me to believe that?” Thomas steps closer to him, scanning his face. Newt doesn’t answer. “I’m just tired Tommy, it’s been a bloody long day. Heck, it’s been a bloody long week.”

The brunet smiles at his friend, seeming to relax, or at least stop looking at Newt like he was trying to x-ray him with his eyes. Relaxing as well, Newt puts an arm on the doorframe and leans on it.

Thomas smile disappears immediately, “what’s that on your arm?” His voice is sharp and panicked.

“What?! Nothing.” Newt quickly pulls his jacket sleeve down more, silently cursing himself.

“Let me see.” With surprising speed, Thomas grabs Newts arm and pulls down his sleeve. Dark veins snaked up his arm, standing out obscurely on his pale skin.

“Oh Newt.” Thomas whispers quietly, looking down at the veins.

“It’s nothing.” He pulls his arm out of the brunet’s grip and pulls the sleeve down.

“Nothing? What do you mean it’s nothing?”

“Don’t Tommy, you’re not helping.”

“Newt, you can’t just hide this.”

“I’m bloody well gonna try.”

“But,” Thomas was looking incredulously at his friend, “aren’t you scared.”

“Of what? Dying?”

“Well, yeah”

“No, no not of dying.”

“Then what?”

Newt doesn’t look at Thomas, there is something in his eyes that Thomas can’t deceiver.

“I’m scared of turning into a bloody psycho. I don’t want to hurt you. Any of you.” He adds quickly.

“You’re not going to. We’ll find a cure, you’ll see.”

“You’re so delusional Tommy, you really think there’s a cure?”

“Yes I do.”

“Then I’m not the only one who’s going mad.”

Newt turns his back on Thomas, once again placing a hand on the doorknob.

“You’ve changed.” The brunet’s murmur sounds from behind him. He doesn’t know what made him do. What made anger surge inside of him.

Next thing he knew, he had Thomas pinned against a wall, their faces about an inch apart.

“Of course I’ve changed, we’ve all bloody changed. My minds being eaten away as we speak for shucks sake.”

Newt suddenly seems aware of what he’s doing and backs away from Thomas, looking, terrified, down at his twitching hands.

“I’m sorry Tommy. I didn’t-“

Thomas moves forward and hugs his friend. The boy stands there stiffly for a moment before hugging him back. It was the first time he had been hugged since, well, since he could remember. It wasn’t as though hugs were a common thing around the gladers.

Newt puts his head on the other’s shoulder, practically melting into his arms. “I’m sorry Tommy. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No, I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t know why-“

“Forget it okay?”

“I-“

“Newt”

“But-“

He doesn’t get to finish. Thomas presses his lips on his, stopping his words. Newt freezes, at first processing what was going on, then he’s kissing him back.

The two sway on the spot, the blond wrapping his arms around Thomas’ neck, pushing himself closer to him. He holds him as though he will float away at the slightest sign of letting go.

They break apart, but stay there for a few more moments, foreheads pressed together, before Thomas says, somewhat reluctantly, “You should get some rest.”

Newt nods slowly, but doesn’t let go of the boy before him as he moves towards his room. Without any objections, Thomas follows. The door is pushed open and they step inside the dark room.

Thomas walks Newt towards the bed and he slumps down onto it, not even bothering to change. He curls up, but keeps his eyes open, watching Thomas closely. His hand cups on of Newt’s cheeks and moves up into his hair which he strokes softly.

The boys breathing levels and he closes his eyes. Believing he’s asleep Thomas starts to get up. A hand reaches out and hold onto his sleeve. He looks down to see Newt gripping onto his jacket feebly, looking a little desperate.

“Please Tommy, stay.”

The boy smiles softly, taking the hand gently into his own, “ok.” Newt’s face lights up instantly and he sits up in the bed, moving over to Thomas can sit down. They sit next to each other, arms pressed together.

Newt’s head rests on the other’s shoulder, his blond hair tickling his neck. Thomas’ eyes close and he feels sleep tugging at him.

*

Golden light filters in through the window, shining on the two boys. Thomas’ eyes flit open and he is momentarily surprised to find himself, still sitting up in the bed, with Newt curled beside him, his head on the other’s chest.

He smiles down at his friend, the golden light of the morning turning his hair into a rippling amber river.

Footsteps sound from outside the door, snapping Thomas out of his daydreams. The door swings open revealing Minho, “Hey Newt, have you seen Thomas, he’s not in his-“

The boys eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the scene before him. He opens his mouth but Thomas shushes him, gesturing to the sleeping Newt. Minho smiles at the two of them for a moment before miming throwing up and leaving the room, closing the door softly.

Thomas could almost see Minho sprint down the hallway, telling anyone who would listen about what he had just seen, most likely exaggerated some details. But he found he didn’t care.

(Newt x reader fics coming soon!)

Ask and thee shall receive:

His Tommy

His Tommy (Newtmas)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: graphic descriptions, insanity, depressed Newt, SPOILERS, blood, self exiting, guns/knifes, please tell me if I missed any

Summary: Newt’s flare is getting worse and even Thomas can’t help him now.

(For @ssseashell and anybody else who’s been looking for this. Not my finest work but it’s something)

He stared blankly at the boy, not entirely sure what to do. He recognised him, there was warmth and happiness linking with this boy, but no, that couldn’t be right. The voices, they told him that the munies were bad, they kept him safe, the voices did.

His voice was soft but it sounded like one thousand tiny knives that pierced Newt’s ears, “Hey. Newt. It’s me, Thomas. You still remember me, right?”

That was it. Thomas. That greenie, the one who had hovered on the edge of his decaying mind for a long time. He was his friend, wasn’t he? And yet Newt would not forget how the boy had ignored his note.

How could he? What kind of friend would leave him like he was, trapped with his insanity and the voices. No, that wasn’t right, the voices were his friend, the voices kept him safe. But, wasn’t Thomas his friend? No, he couldn’t be, what kind of friend didn’t even fill out his final request.

“I bloody remember you, Tommy. You just came to see me at the Palace, rubbed it in that you ignored my note. I can’t go completely crazy in a few days.”

The boys hazel eyes filled with sadness and hurt but he felt no sympathy. This was not his friend, the voices told him so.

“Then why are you here? Why are you with … them?” He looked towards the cranks and Newt found the voices telling him what to say. Besides, the words were true, weren’t they? The voices knew best.

“It comes and goes, man. I can’t explain it. Sometimes I can’t control myself, barely know what I’m doing. But usually it’s just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything off-kilter just enough to bother me—make me angry.”

“You seem fine right now.”

Newt would have smiled if he wasn’t so angry with the boy. Did he really think he could ignore his note and then pretend that everything was fine and expect him to pretend nothing had changed. That he hadn’t changed.

“Yeah, well. The only reason I’m with these wackers from the Palace is because I don’t know what else to do. They’re fighting, but they’re also a group. You find yourself alone, you don’t have a bloody chance.”

“Newt,” Thomas started softly, “come with me this time, right now. We can take you somewhere safer, somewhere better to …”

Newt laughed humourlessly his head twitching as he did so. How could he possibly suggest him? Did he even know what Thomas had put him through.

No, Thomas is our friend, he wants to help us, it was a small squeak in the back of his head, the part of his brain not contaminated by the flare.

But the voices knew best, and so he should abide to their wishes.

“Get out of here, Tommy. Get away.”

“Just come with me,” Thomas was begging now, his eyes wide. “I’ll tie you up if it makes you feel better.”

This made Newt snap, “Just shut up, you shuck traitor! Didn’t you read my note? You can’t do one last, lousy thing for me? Gotta be the hero, like always? I hate you! I always hated you!”

But that wasn’t true, he didn’t really hate Thomas, did he? He didn’t even know anymore.

“Newt …” Thomas tried again but Newt continued, “It was all your fault! You could’ve stopped them when the first Creators died. You could’ve figured out a way. But no! You had to keep it going, try to save the world, be the hero. And you came to the Maze and never stopped. All you care about is yourself! Admit it! Gotta be the one people remember, the one people worship! We should’ve thrown you down the Box hole!”

He didn’t know why he was so angry but he couldn’t help himself. Someone shouted something from behind Thomas, “I’m gonna blast him! Get out of the way!”

“Don’t! It’s just me and him! Don’t do anything!”

Why the hell was Thomas defending him, he was evil. Evil, evil, evil, and Newt hated him. But did he really?

“Newt, stop. Just listen to me. I know you’re okay in there. Enough to hear me out.”

He almost laughed again, but instead curled his lip in disgust, “I hate you, Tommy!”

The boy looked hurt and even, a little frightened. He took a step away from Newt, with only added to his rage.

“I hate you I hate you I hate you! After all I did for you, after all the freaking klunk I went through in the bloody Maze, you can’t do the one and only thing I’ve ever asked you to do! I can’t even look at your ugly shuck face!”

He was becoming more and more riled by the second, spit dripping from his mouth as he glared at Thomas. The boy took two more steps backward and said quietly, “Newt, you need to stop. They’re going to shoot you. Just stop and listen to me! Get in the van, let me tie you up. Give me a chance!”

That was his ticking point. All his built up rage bubbled over and he let out an animalistic scream of fury, rushing towards Thomas. A fizz of electricity rushed past his ear but he ignored it, pinning down Thomas and continued to scream at him.

“I should rip your eyes out. Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why’d you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?”

Thomas shook his head, gasping for breath, Newt saw him groping around for his gun.

“You wanna know why I have this limp, Tommy? Did I ever tell you? No, I don’t think I did.” His voice was cold.

“What happened?” Thomas asked, his fingers wreathing around his weapon.

“I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the Doors closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all … your … fault!”

The voices told him to kill Thomas, to kill him for what he did to all of them, but he held out. The small sane part of him told him that Thomas was his friend. He deserved to try and redeem himself.

He grabbed the hand that Thomas had holding his gun and pressed it to his own forehead.

“Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!”

“I can’t, Newt, I can’t.” He tried to wrench his hand away but Newt wouldn’t let him.

“Kill me, I trusted you, I trusted you.”

“Newt I can’t.”

“KILL ME!”

“Newt I-“

He couldn’t take it anymore. All the rage he had ever kept bottled up seemed to gush out of him like a waterfall. His mind had completely slipped, that one sane part of him gone. He didn’t think, not in the slightest. All he knew was that there was a traitor in front of him. And so he complied to the voices.

Grabbed the knife out of his belt, he curled it in his fingers and brought it down on the boys chest, screaming loudly.

Scarlet spurted out of the wound and Thomas’ wide scared eyes fixed on him. His mouth curled into a twisted, manic smile as he watched the life drain out of those eyes. Thomas’ chest heaved and then moved no more, with eyes glazed over and his mouth hanging open a little.

Newt looked into his eyes and something shifted in his stomach. He was sent back to the time that he first saw those eyes. Wide and scared, glancing around wildly. He remembered when Thomas came up in the box. It was as though he saw him clearly for the first time.

His eyes flitted from the body of the boy and his own clothes, stained in scarlet blood. And he screamed. Screamed so loud it seemed to tear at his throat. His whole body shook and tears began to fall.

He had given in, lost to the voices. He had killed. Not just anyone. He had killed Thomas.

Thomas. Thomas, who would give him small soft smiles from across the glade. Thomas, who would grip at his arm when the grievers attacked the homestead. Thomas, who would curl next to him in the scorch, using his own body to keep Newt warm during the night.

He had killed him. His sunlight. His smile, His world. His everything. He had killed his Tommy.

And with that thought, he grabbed the gun from Thomas’ hand with his own shaking ones and pressed it to his forehead. He pulled the trigger, feeling a blinding flash of pain before a sort of numb feeling. His ears rung and his eyelids grew heavy.

He needed to sleep, if he were to just close his eyes for a moment. But he needed to do something first. His body had fallen next to Tommy’s and he looked into the boy’s eyes, lifting himself laboredly and pressing a soft kiss to the boy’s lips. They were still warm.

“Goodbye Tommy.” He whispered to the boy, and then he laid back, and went to sleep.

My Beloved || Thomas x Reader

Summary: Thomas is filled with emotion as you both seek out a way to show just how much love you truly hold for one another. Words: 7.5k Warnings: SMUT18+!!!, loss of virginity, masturbation, p in v, this is honestly very fluffy and sweet okay  Notes: okay so… this started off good then towards the end i got desperate to finish it and it turns rushed i think?????? a little bad??????? anyway, these guys would have NO idea about sex ed tbh just what they’ve learnt from each other… because i feel like WCKD had better things to do, like brainwashing everyone, instead of teaching kids about the birds and the bees. long story short just go with it and no judging on my smut please i dont write it often!!!

There’s a boy, and he’s so beautiful it hurts. 

Among the fiery glow of the bonfire flames, his eyes luminate with golden specks - so bright, so mesmerising, that you cannot stop staring from beyond the heated curtain. You catch his gaze and the way his smile quirks upward, bashfulness flushing his cheeks and provoking his teeth to sink sinfully into the plusness of his lip. It brings a warmth to your chest - a sensation of adoration, burning hotter than the flames separating you both. It travels to your fingers with an itch that wants you to jump to the boy, embrace him, kiss him, love him. He had been everyone’s saviour, but to you, he saved more than just your life; he brought colour back to your dull days, allowing you to see the vibrancy that radiated with pure intentions from your daily sunlight. He returned hope to your anxious mind and settled the prior need to look over your shoulder for danger every spare second. He made you feel so incredibly loved to the point where you stopped breathing and your heart would swell with anticipating warmth. There’s a boy, and he’s so perfect it hurts, in the most breathtaking way. 

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tmr thomas x fem!reader smut where they're a couple, make it to the safe haven and they've been trying to have their first time together but they keep getting interupted until one day when they finally can.

and its just fluffy n stuff

𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - thomas (t.m.r.) x reader

complete masterlist | the maze runner masterlist

words || 𝟛.𝟚𝕜

summary || in which the reader and thomas try to have their first time together - but keep getting interrupted

a/n || i have not read/watched the maze runner in forever

➵ i hope you like this @marmar-c it was a fun request and apologies for how long it took to come out

➵ 18+/MDNI content, individual warning below the cut

➵ not edited (yet)

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut

➵ unprotected p.i.v.

➵ orgasm denial (because of interruptions)

➵ oral (m receiving)

➵ handjob

➵ cum (tell me if i miss anything)

thomas was an early riser - whether it be to get an early head start on the maze in the past, or simply to enjoy the solitude that morning bought when he wasn't bombarded with the onslaught that were the other gladers - their fights, loud voices and boisterous actions.

now, though, he didn't enjoy them alone. instead, he would make the short trek out of his room to the adjacent one of his girlfriend, where he'd always find her sleeping soundly, curled up under her covers, even in warm weather.

he'd close the curtains for her if she'd forgotten, to shield her from the upcoming sunlight, and would choose whichever side she was less splayed across - a feat, as she really enjoyed stretching her body to its limit to fit each crevice of her bed - before slipping in beside her.

he'd take a moment to appreciate the soft, warm feel of her flesh against his own - usually bare or only lightly-clad - chest, wrapping a large hand over her midsection, and pushing her hair away from her pillow gently, greeted by a whiff of a distinctly sweet, almost floral scent.

he wouldn't sleep - he usually couldn't, once he'd already awoken - so, he'd allow his breaths to slow to match hers, he'd allow his muscles to relax against her, and allow his eyes to close, focusing on the effects on his other senses.

she could tell when he'd come, as the skin of her midsection would grow warmer, and she'd feel the back of her calves and feet entangle with another's. she wouldn't allow her eyes to open just yet, but would turn over to face him, wrapping her own arm around him. he felt so hot against her - a goddamn furnace - and she brings her head up so her nose grazes his own.

"hey." he mumbles, a whisper in the space between them

"g'd morning." she mumbles back, not moving her lips much and leaving her words a bit garbled. she brings a hand to her eyes to rub them, willing them open and hoping she didn't look too groggy.

she did, of course, making thomas exhale a laugh.

"you're so cute," she smiles, knowing that he's not being sarcastic.

"why, thank you." it's a jokingly dramatic response, and she finally pulls herself up a little, smoothing her hair and rubbing her eyes, "what time is it?"

"too early," he answers, pulling her back down. she laughs at the aggressive action, pulling away from him just slightly in order to look at him.

he always looked his best like this: still-there bed-hair and that morning calmness that came with no impending responsibilities. it was a good look on him, and she makes this clear, tilting up just slightly in order to bring her lips to his.

it's soft - but only for a moment - before a sense of desperation weaves through the both of them and, suddenly, she's gripping his biceps and he the flimsy material of her sleep-shirt bunched around her waist.

they didn't get many moments alone like this, but that worry that someone may walk in on them had stopped them from going much further than any above-the-clothes touching. besides, their lives had been so hectic until now that the simple pleasures of life were things they hadn't completely learned.

today, though, the throbbing between both of their thighs: her at his firm grip and him at her swallowed moans, had culminated in that lesson being necessary. her hand ventured down his torso, settling on the waistband of his trousers, not even bothering to take them off, and slowly reaching her fingers under them, feeling his warm cock jolt at her touch.

he detached from her, his head thrown back as he attempted to be quiet.

"fuck, baby-" he's got this apprehensive look in his eyes, but she needs this so much, letting her hands gently squeeze and release.

"please? please, lemme make you feel good - i just-" she doesn't finish, cut off by his vigorous agreement. smirking, she uses both her hands to grip his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his cock to her. she traces her fingers up and down his length, feeling the telltale sign of his arousal on and over his tip. his shaky breaths right by her ears spur her hands to move just that bit faster. she's tempted to slip the covers off of them and go the whole way for the first time, and his lips on her neck to subdue his noises were definitely not deterring her from that plan.

what did deter her, however, was the sharp knock on the door, causing her to wrench her hand away and squeak in shock, as thomas attempts to not lose the friction of her hands, his hips bucking as he tried to chase the feeling.

"is thomas in there?" minho's voice is muffled, but obvious, through the door, as thomas's head tips backwards, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

"yeah - yeah, minho. s'everything alright?" she says it back, her hand still suspended in the air, embarrassed at being interrupted.

"breakfast's ready - get it while it's hot!" another voice - a female voice - shouts through the door in a way where it's obvious she's walking away - going to eat, presumably. she finally lets her tense muscles relax in the knowledge that it's not an emergency. she's almost inclined to slip her hand back under and finish the job, and when she looks over at her boyfriend, he seems incredibly interested in the idea, but a better plan springs to her head.

"we should get going, baby. they'll get suspicious." it's a meek excuse, but it's solidified by her rising from bed, causing him to groan, and follow her lead, pulling his clothes over himself.

blue balls didn't even begin to describe the tension that coiled in his muscles as he meekly sat down across from minho. he felt as though every sense was heightened, like when he'd jumped at a quiet clatter from inside the kitchen. his friends all watched over his antsy behavior, unsure of the reason for it.

on the other hand, his girlfriend - sat next to him - knew exactly what was wrong, and she used it to her advantage, by being more touchy than usual. a hand on his arm, or around his shoulders, or on his chest as she rose to get some water. it's like she'd left hand-prints in his already warm skin. it came to a head when the hand she'd already precariously been resting on his knee started venturing higher, trailing along the inseam of his pants.

he tries, god, he tries to ignore it, but it's all too much when her finger finally rests over the head of his cock, her palm encompassing him.

he chokes on his sip of water, causing it to spill all over him, and minho's eyebrows immediately furrow.

"you alright, man?" her hand's out from under the table, and is resting on his bicep.

"yeah, babe, are you feeling okay?" he glares at her, jaw clenched and eyes narrow. she looks back up at him innocently, though he can see the ghost of a devilish smile dance on her lips.

"'m'fine. just gonna go change." his food is practically untouched as he raises from his seat, hoping his situation isn't particularly obvious, as he heads back in the direction of his place. minho turns to her, a bit confused by the abrupt nature of his actions.

"'s'he okay?" she shrugs.

"maybe he slept wrong?" she pauses, contemplative, before raising up as well, "i'll go check on him." minho watches as she walks off as well, still a bit confused, before turning to gally, sat a bit away from him, who had an almost sour expression on his face.

"what's wrong?" why was everyone acting so weird today? minho thought, as gally looks at him incredulously, shocked he doesn't realize what was happening between the couple.

"you-? you know what, it's nothing. don't worry about it." it's dismissive, but minho shrugs his shoulders, figuring it was, in face, nothing.

in that time, she's knocking on his door, and, as soon as he realizes who it is he pulls her in, pushing her until she's facing his bed.

"fuck, what're you doing?" she mumbles, and he sighs.

"finishing what you started, baby." she smiles, looking back at him, before turning around.

"well, if you wanna finish, let's start here-" she lowers to her knees in front of him, and his head rolls back at the sight of her in the position. her fingers greedily clutch at his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion.

he's aching, she can see it in the way his cock's pulsing, as she takes him in her palm, slowly - tortuously - stroking him as his hands weave through her hair. she can feel the lightest push against her head - to the point where he probably didn't even realize the action - and succumbed to his untold request, moving her head forward to gently wrap her lips around his tip.

"just - shit, just like that, baby." her tongue traces his head, as low moans escape him. she hums around him - something akin to a 'thank you', but all it translates to is increased sensation on his cock. his head tips back at the feeling, and his hand grips her head a little tighter, pushing her down a little further. she lets him, stilling her movements to focus on his guidance. he moves her head up and down his length, her tongue poking out along its underside, languidly lavishing the area, "you're so good - fuck me, you feel really good-"

he doesn't hesitate to continue praising her, before gently tugging her down and holding her there. immediately, her fingers reach up to grip his thighs, feeling the light - and then more serious gag at the sensation. he takes another moment to appreciate the pretty sight in front of - or under - him, before releasing her, letting her off her cock and allowing her to take deep breaths to account for her lack of oxygen.

"get up here for me, baby." he practically orders, taking her by her arms and helping her up, lightly pushing her against the bed, "first time - i'm not finishing in your mouth." she smiles, whole-heartedly agreeing with his plan, as she felt her own core throb with a need for friction.

he pushes her so that she's sitting on the bed, and, just as he goes to lay her down - there's another knock at the door.

"thomas - you said you'd help with fixing that problem on the east side." it's minho - again - calling thomas for, admittedly, a project he had signed up for the previous week, fixing some construction issue or something on the east side of the haven. admittedly, it'd seemed important work - until now, "we needa fix it quick, man - apparently it's gotten worse." thomas is literally stopped in his tracks, until she taps on his thighs, about chest level with her, essentially reminding him to get ready instead of staying still.

"c'mon, baby - go on." she mumbles, as she also rises, pulling her hair back. she waits as he gets ready, leaving the room and greeting minho - with a tone of voice that is a little distraught - making her smile.

on the other side of the door, minho's a little exasperated.

"how long does it take to change?" thomas looks confused, before remembering his lackluster excuse, and coughing.

"i - just tell me what the issue is, yeah?"

over the day, she'd continued with her own work, as thomas had continued with his. of course, both of them had been a bit distracted the whole day - unable to exactly focus when remembering what was waiting for them back home. their states were obviously noticed by the people around them - with both their friends stepping around them with quirked eyebrows or concerned impressions.

finally - believing he might actually be feeling ill - minho simply shrugs, telling thomas that maybe it'd be best he go back to his and sleep the day off. thomas was a little hesitant, but finally agreed - he wasn't exactly the biggest help in this state.

as he headed back, he swung by where she was, muttering a quick greeting to the others also working. she'd been taking a small break to clear her head of - well, the person now standing in front of her. her face lights up at the sight of him, wrapping him in a hug - though he's a little sweaty from his work earlier. one of her friends, in a similar manner to minho, urges her to head on home, and to pick up again the next day - a offer that she almost meekly accepts.

finally, the both of them are walking back towards her place.

she's got a bit of a pep in her step, and it makes him smile, his muscles aching - from his work, or from this morning, he wasn't sure - yet he knows exactly where her energy's coming from. she steps into her place, and he's right on her heels, pushing against her back as she laughs, trying to slip her shoes off as his hands relentlessly wander her body. finally, as she rises, she grabs his loose shirt, pulling him into her, capturing his lips against hers. he smiles into her mouth, and she hums contently - having a distinct feeling that it was the day they'd actually go all the way. her hands trail under his shirt until she pushes off of him for a moment, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and pulling it up and off of him. he smirks at her eagerness, but before he can make a dumb comment, her hands are at his trousers, gently tugging them down his legs. his hands join hers without a second thought, helping her get them the rest of the way down.

she can see him, hard against his boxers, and, after pushing him so he's laying down on her bed, she appreciates the way he looks - a little desperate, a lot pretty. he reaches for her hips, but she steps back, and a strange - almost garbled - whisper of indignation leaves his lips. it makes her lips quirk into a smirk, as she slowly begins taking her clothes off - each with weighty effort and a teasing smile. it doesn't defer him - as his eyes follow her movements greedily - but it definitely piques his excitement much more effectively when she finally places her thighs on either side of him, straddling his own. his hands reach up to grip her hips, guiding them down to rub against him, enjoying the slight buck of her hips, and the small noises leaving her mouth.

finally, she pulls his last article of clothing off, procuring his cock - thick and heavy - in her hand, languidly stroking him, causing his grip to tighten. she smiles against him, contemplating teasing him further but, feeling her own need, she decides against it, choosing to sit up a little higher on her knees instead.

"ready?" she mumbles looking down at his length as she attempts to situate herself correctly. maintaining her balance as she does, he hums in response, nodding as much as he can while keeping his eyes glued to her face. he can see the slight stress occur to her when she feels his cock against her, and he rubs his fingers against her lightly.

"'re you - want me to help?" she thinks he's asking if she needs to be taken care of and - though it wouldn't hurt - she's too desperate to finally feel him inside her to wait much longer.

"n-no, i wanna feel you, now." the admission makes him exhale lowly, appreciating her appreciation, and he lifts her ass up to help her hover over his cock. she can feel his head at her entrance so, taking a deep breath, she sinks down.

she's watching his anticipatory face fall into one of pleasure, and he's watching the same occur on hers - but there's that hint of discomfort that she desperately trying to ignore, stilling as her ass reaches his hips and attempting to adjust.

"'re you okay, baby?" he's massaging the expanse of her thighs and hips, trying to focus on the fucking amazing feeling of her, but also on relieving as much of the pain as he can. she's got a light wince on her face as she nods through gritted teeth.

"yeah - fuck, yeah - just give me a minute." he reassures her with short mumbles and loving phrases, hoping it was doing something to help. after another couple of moments, she breathes deeply, nodding at him lightly, before gently placing her hands against his shoulders.

she pushes up using her thighs, not loving the feeling of emptiness, in that half moment, before she sunk back onto him, releasing a small, gasping moan at the sensation. he looks up at her as she slowly repeats the action, grunting at the feeling of her cunt around him. she looked good like this, situated over him, desperately trying to both make him feel good, as well as to chase the newly-realized sensation she was also experiencing. wanting to return the favor, he grabs the bottoms of her thighs, easing her effort and pulling and pushing her with just that bit of fervor that forced him deeper inside her. she could feel him brushing against something that was making her twitch, her head falling back at the sensation as she tries to muffle her moans with one of her hands. unable to comprehend the feeling alongside moving her thighs, she slows her pace, but he didn't.

he pulls her to be situated with her face over his, hands more tightly clutching his shoulders, before he begins thrusting up into her with the newfound space. he keenly watches her face fall into a shocked pleasure, a loud moan falling from her lips at the newfound intensity and speed.

"oh my god - baby - fuck -" she's mumbling into the small space between them, desperately trying to explain how good he was making her feel, but the words escaped her, as her mind blanked at the sensation. it's spurring his thrusts on - moving that much faster, that much harder to make her fucked out nature more pronounced. it worked, as evidenced by her loud noises - ones she couldn't even think about trying to keep contained when he was making her feel like this. she can feel the feeling in her core begin to yearn for some sort of release, and she attempts to communicate this to him. it's not a great explanation, but it's more than enough for him.

"please - god, please, cum for me, baby - i want-" he wants to feel her orgasm as much as she does - anticipating the way her body would still, her face would contort, and her cunt would feel around him. she nods desperately, feeling the knot snap as the sensation of her orgasm washes over her, making her cry out over him.

he watches her, and it's as pretty as he thought it'd be: her mouth falling open and brows furrowing, her muscles tensing, and her cunt fluttering around his cock.

the feeling prompts his own orgasm as, after a few thrusts, he's pulling out of her, his cum glazing her stomach as a low groan escapes him. she gently sits back against his thighs, taking a moment to collect herself and catch her breath, as he does the same.

finally, she pushes off of him, reaching the bathroom to take a shower. he follows her after a moment, gently placing a kiss to her head.

"that was - was good." she hums in agreement, letting the water run behind them.

they both failed to realize the acoustics of the area, not realizing that the noises of their coupling had reached some of the others - maybe most notably, minho.

he sits, red faced, eyes wide. when gally notices his expression, he laughs.

"see what i mean?"

im a thomas gets flustered easily truther

Realized tumblr should have been the first place I posted this I’m just a bit dumb. Anyway I think about them a lot

i have so much work i should be doing, putting these two first as usual though

they’re just so soft and it makes me happy :’]

Minho went against the people he’d known for years to defend Thomas.

Thomas ran into the maze for Minho before he even knew him.

Minho beat Gally’s ass because he threatened Thomas.

“No way, shuckface. You’re coming with me. We need food and rest. Now.”

Minho trusted Thomas to keep the group together from behind - Aka, be his second in command.

He forgot how important in was that Minho still believe in him. It went halfway to giving him the courage to do what he needed to do.

Minho ran back in the lightning storm for Thomas when he fell, drug him back up, and tried his best to assure Thomas there was nothing they could do for the kid that got struck.

Thomas literally said he didn’t care about anyone else until Minho was struck by lightening and suddenly Thomas was falling to his knees, risking his life to try and help Minho.

Minho follows Thomas into the bathroom to comfort him.

Minho brought Thomas food, worried about him, and followed Thomas around to make sure he didn’t puke.

Minho noticed Thomas doesn’t smile much.

Minho makes Thomas laugh even in the bleakest of moments and it’s such a rare thing that even other characters were surprised to see Thomas in a good mood.

Thomas has an obsession with Minho’s arms.

“He could only worry about Minho.”

Dashner has explicitly stated multiple times that not all characters were straight

Dashner has also outright stated that Minho had the closest bond to Thomas

Dashner said that if Thomas told Minho he killed Newt that Minho would eventually forgive him.

Dashner said that Thomas spends his time in Paradise relaxing on the beach with Minho

“I bet you cried every night missing me.” “Yeah.”

“I’ve imagined you dead about a hundred different ways.” - So Minho really worries about Thomas to the point that he pictures him dying again and again when sperated from the boy.

The entire third movie is about Thomas going to rescue Minho

BEAR HUG.

“If you die, I will not be happy!”

“No way, me and you!” Jealous boyfriend much?

Minho hated every girl who spoke to Thomas for no apparent reason.

- For some reason Minho kept casting Brenda dirty looks.

- Minho didn’t seem happy to see him. “What did that shuck traitor have to say?” (When Thomas speaks to Teresa)

- Minho flashed Thomas a goofy grin and waved, his sarcasm making it obvious he wants exactly happy. (When Brenda wants to talk to Thomas)

“You know I won’t keep anything form you. And she knows it too.

Ki Hong Lee ships it.

Dylan O'Brien ships it.

Thomas Sangster ships it.

“Remember that I love you.”

“If there was anyone in this world besides Teresa (who was currently the love interest) who Thomas could truly call a friend, it was Minho and he couldn’t handle loosing him too.”

Thomas is totally fine with Gally after Gally says he never meant to kill Chuck - Only Thomas - While Minho is the one who is still unhappy because Gally wanted to kill Thomas.

Thomas and Minho slept together on the floor in Denver.

Thomas and Minho share a bunk and Minho talks to Thomas until he falls asleep - Letting himeslf talk about sensitive things like what happened to the friends they left behind.

Thomas calls Teresa his best friend when she’s the love interest. Teresa calls Aris her best friend what she flirts with him to betray Thomas - Thomas says Minho had become his “true best friend” by the end of the book.

Teresa threatens to literally kill the Gladers one by one but isn’t able to get Minho to shut up until she starts hurting Thomas every time Minho opens his mouth - Which gets him to shut up instantly.

Minho screaming that he’d find Thomas until Teresa hurts Thomas again which forces Minho to stay quiet.

Minho is Thomas’s Keeper and Thomas is Minho’s last Runner.

Minho is the first kid Minho actually meets in TFC.

Thomas basically threatens to kill himself if Wicked kills Minho and literally freaks during the whole Griever attack thing - Begging, bargaining, almost sobbing.

“He made his decision, he liked Minho.”

“He really liked Minho.”

Something in his voice lessened the blow.

Thomas is surprised at how easily Minho can sooth him after ticking him off.

Minho catches Thomas by the wrist to stop him from leaving when his messing with the boy has almost pushed Thomas too far.

Runnie undies - “Keeps you nice and comfy. Ya know your…” “Yeah. I know.”

“Someone grabbing him by the shoulder of his shirt, pulling him closer. Minho.”

“I’ve been shucked and gone to heaven! It’s Thomas!”

Minho it the last person alive Thomas trusts. (“He would only trust Minho and Newt. No one else.”)

Thomas writes a letter to Minho and Brenda when he’s about to die. No one else.

Thomas feels as angry as he did when Gally killed Chuck when Jorge even kicks Minho.

Minho beats a guy to death for shooting Thomas.

Minho can count off the other Gladers deaths “like apples in a barrel” but risks the entire group on an insane rescue mission to search the entire crank city for Thomas.

Thomas won’t let Jorge kill Minho even if it ensures everyone else’s safety.

“Something in his eyes.” “Hoping to convey with his eyes…” Minho and Thomas can understand each other through their eyes alone.

Minho trusted Thomas even when doing so might result in his fingers getting chopped of.

Thomas says Minho has beautiful hands - And when Thomas is shot someone with nice hands stays with him… HMMM.

“Thomas found Minho with his eyes.” “Thomas looked at Minho.” “Thomas caught Minho’s eye.”

Whenever Thomas speaks of his friends it’s always “Minho and the others.”

Minho is literally the most important to Thomas - The author legitimately said that guys come on.

“The world was collapsing around Thomas and Minho… Together, they jumped through the icy gray wall.” There 2 are really together at the end of the world. They’re all they have left.

Thomas has to hold back tears when he stares into Minho’s eyes and swears never to tell about Newt because Minho means too much to him to loose him too.

“Minho extended a hand to Thomas to help him up.” “He came over to help Thomas stand” “…felt Minho lifting him to his feet.”

“Minho’s face appeared in front of his. He was yelling something…. Thomas looked back at Minho. “He’s dead.” His friend was yelling.“ Because that whole scene in TDC where Newt stopped Thomas from beating Gally was a Thominho rip off.

Minho looks hurt when Thomas wants to go with Brenda

“Thomas fell; Minho jerked him to his feet. A few seconds later Minho fell; Thomas yanked and dragged until they were both running again.”

“You gonna kill me, slinthead? Do it, then. Throw it.” Minho trusting Thomas even when Thomas is mind controlled.

But Minho had Thomas’s arms pinned to the ground. He hovered over him, heaving to catch his breath. “I’m not getting up until they let your mind go.” Thomas wanted to smile.

Minho was asleep in a chair beside Thomas’s bed even though he underwent the same surgery - Meaning Minho got out of bed, pulled a chair over to Thomas bed, and stayed with him until he fell asleep.

In TDC comic there is a failed rescue attempt in which Thomas simply cannot accept that Minho isn’t there, starting with phrases like “THEY have to be here,” but quickly disintegrating into “I’m not leaving HIM!” As his panic grows, letting us all know who he’s really worried about as even other characters who had been using “they” start repeating “He’s not here” over and over again in an attempt to get Thomas to understand.

Thominho used to be the default ship before the movies came out.

Minho comes running to save Thomas again and again.

Minho asking “are you okay?” Every other line.

Minho’s sarcastic chidings make Thomas want to smile - And when he does actually smile at them Minho gives a “satisfied nod” and says “that’s better” Because he literally wants to make Thomas smile omfg.

Minho gets really angry at Thomas for running off alone because it’s dangerous and they’re supposed to do things together - But yet still immideatly softens when he sees Thomas is actually upset and tries to get him to talk about it.

Thomas is disgusted at Brenda’s kiss: “Maybe it was Teresa, maybe it was-” At which point Minho starts talking. So subtle.

Dashner describes Minho as the one character we can always count on - Because he’ll always have Thomas’s back.

“Aw. How sweet. You can stay here and die with Thomas.” Frypan ships it.

In the third movie, Minho wakes up when he hears Thomas’s voice.

finished reading the fever code and my thomas headcanon solidified

HII here’s a lil something for @thominho-week-2023!!! 

- Day 2: Road Trip

- Day 3: “I really thought I lost you”

with dreams came rain, part one. thomas x green-eyed reader

summary 📣: in which thomas has a dream about a pretty girl with pretty green eyes from his past

warning/s 🚫: “angst”

slater’s note 🗯: au but also still follows the storyline of the scorch trials (part two?)

sleep was hard to come by now a days.

the heat of the scorch sent thomas over on edge as he would have barely have time to sleep before being woken from deep sweats of stress and bad dreams that were always the same and always reoccurring but always so short.

he’d lie awake at night with his hands folded over his chest while his eyes studied the surface of the sky. dark and blue with tiny little lights that were just barely visible through the usual clouds full of thunder and lightening but never really rain.

he’d think and he’d hope for sleep and for peace to come to his mind at last but he knew it’d never come.

when sleep did come, he’d wish for the dream.

the dream with the pretty girl around his age with memorizing pretty green eyes filled with youth and spark. he could see the soul in them, full of harmonious joy that gave him life, that fueled him with happiness.

it was always the same. begun the same, ended the same, never with a hello nor with a goodbye.

and that angered him. he was always set mad with the lack of time he had. he wanted more. he wanted to say goodbye.

“look at the sky, thomas, look how pretty.”

everytime he saw you, it always rained.

literally rained. water fell from the sky, drenching the dry, hot sand. blinding any live eyes of the scorch.

“looks so soft and...”

“...calming.”

he held you closely and tightly with his arm wrapped around your back while the other held your arm, making sure you were stable up close on top of him.

“you make me feel calm... you make me happy, thomas,” you rolled over so your chest was fully pressed against his, hearts connecting, hands lacing together like puzzle pieces.

he felt like he couldn’t breathe. everything you were doing he wanted to last forever and yet he hadn’t had the slightest clue who you were despite everything feeling familiar.

like this was done before, you were real and not a figment of his imagination. every repetitive touch you shared together, every kiss, every word, every noise... it seemed all real and all just a distant memory that his subconscious was pulling up for a sense of relief.

“i feel stuck in my head when i’m not with you,” you whispered, lips moving closer to his, every inch closer to desire and praise and relief.

relief from the built up tension in his stomach. relief from the scorch. relief from WICKED, being hunted, seeing his friends dying, starting life over and over again. it was all relief once your lips touched his.

“please, never leave me.”

he should’ve known it was a dream by how good he felt and by the words that fell from his mouth so effortlessly and mindlessly and by how he didn’t worry about anything.

his stomach felt like as if there were a million tiny bunches of bubbles swarming and consuming every bit of him as he took in every bit of you.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

it always ended there. the fantasy world of soft colors and warm weather began to melt away and disappear, slipping from his finger tips no matter how hard he tried to grasp it, hold on tightly, but that only made it fall away faster.

and then it rained.

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missing piece, part one. thomas x reader

summary 📰: in which reader is ex-wicked worker with all her memory still intact and once she feels she’s finally gotten away from all that, it comes and pulls her right back in

warning/s 📬: swearing, NOT EDITED UGH

slater’s note 📮: this was originally an original fic on my wattpad but that was years ago but i wanted to bring it back so hi

“where’s y/n?”

“who’s y/n?”

“his girlfriend.”

“she’s not my girlfriend.”

the newfound safe haven had brought a lot of different anxieties, and the last thing thomas wanted was to be separated from his friends, especially you.

five minutes into sitting at a lunch table with new people and familiar faces of the glade, you were really the only thing on his mind as he searched the other tables looking for your face, listening for your laugh, but he found nothing.

“i didn’t see her get tested.”

“nor did i.”

“maybe she’s with teresa,” minho offered, “i saw her walking through the glass hall with a bunch of doctors. they could be running some extra tests... you know, girl stuff?”

“girl stuff?” frypan’s face screwed up as he looked between minho and winston, his mind not exactly processing what that was supposed to mean.

“i don’t know man, i’m sure she’s fine,” minho shrugged, trying to pry away from the awkwardness that took over as fast as he could.

“well, we can look for her later,” newt gave thomas a comforting look, his hand gripping his shoulder as a reassuring gesture, “right now, you need to relax, you’ve had a long day.”

°•

the cold fluorescent lights gave you a piercing headache as you sat in a practically empty medical hall with a needle up your arm and a comforting hand gripping your shoulder.

you couldn’t actually tell whether or not if it was comforting or rather just forceful so you would stay in place against the cold metal chair.

something about the place was rather odd, cold, and slightly uncomfortable. it wasn’t as scrappy as it should’ve been, it was well put together, well built, well secured, it didn’t make sense.

it resembled WICKED headquarters all too much, especially with how many doctors swarmed around you, gripping, pinching, breaking against your skin, desperate for whatever you had.

“alright, y/n, we’re done with you,” the lady removed the needle before placing a plain colored bandaid over the breakage of skin, small amounts of blood beginning to spill out.

you gave her the best small smile you could give her, placing your hand in your lap, trying to fight to the urge to question every single thing that was going on.

“janson wants to see you, and then you can go.”

you nodded, rubbing your hands together before pausing, eyes slowly raising up before saying ‘what?’ and just as fast you heard his voice.

“miss y/l/n, what a pleasure it is to see you again.”

you got out of the cold chair as fast as possible, almost tripping in the process. you felt your heart pick up as you begun backing away, not knowing where to go or what to do.

“why don’t we have a chat?”

you felt multiple hands grips both your arms as you continued to walk away while still facing him. you know this couldn’t end well.

°•

“you were always such a smart girl, even when you were younger. never so sure about anything unless you did it yourself. you had to know everything if you hadn’t known it already.”

it had taken a lot to hold you down before moving you into one of the interview rooms, handcuffing you to the chair.

“when ava heard we were picking up your section of maze, she was absolutely pleased,” janson paced back and forth before you, a stupid smirk slapped on his face, “more than pleased really. she’s hoping the past three years will have been more than enough punishment to have learned your lesson.”

“i’m not a fucking school girl, janson,” you scoffed, struggling against the metal practically digging into your skin, “what your doing is wrong and those three years only made me realize it even more.”

“oh really?”

“i’m finally past all this, why do you need me?”

janson scoffed, shaking his head before leaning over the table that separated the two of you. he was trying to get a ride out of you, you could just tell by the playfulness that surfaced in the center of his eye, “you think you can just take back all that you did? you were after all the one who created the maze.”

“yes but it wasn’t meant for the torture of young kids, janson. do you have any idea what it’s like in there? what you did?”

“i think it’s more or so what you did.”

“suck my dick,” you tried to get up but the handcuffs were preventing much movement, “i didn’t do anything but create a fucking maze. it was you and the rest of the fools that work for WICKED that twisted it into a death con.”

it’s silent and janson have you look as if asking if you really believed that. you wanted to punch him right in the mouth, make him realize that you weren’t one to fuck with at the moment.

“it seems you care a lot about these people, especially with how much lying you’ve done to protect them...” he sat in the chair across from you, folding his hands as if he was coming to reasoning.

you felt sick, your head slightly turning to the side as you felt something coming on, a catch, but you didn’t know what.

you couldn’t do anything for WICKED anymore, there was nothing left you could give them, and you knew what they wanted, what ava wanted was something more than a silly bunch of maze drawings.

“what do you want?”

“you want to keep your secret, you want to protect friends? you’ll give me what i want.”

you stayed silent.

“i think you know what i want.”

“i don’t.”

“i want your blood.”

“you mean you want to drain me?”

“ava thinks you’re the cure.”

“ava’s a fool.”

“but yet she’s gets what she’s wants, always.”

°•

“you okay?”

“yeah, i just need you- i just need you to- please.”

thomas stared at you, questioningly with his head ducked down close to yours, a look of slight desperation filling his pupils to the brim, wanting to know what was running though your mind.

you wouldn’t be able to answer him if he asked. it already took a lot of you to tel him to meet you in the bathroom hall in private to talk to him without breaking down before the rest of your friends eyes.

janson gave you two options. one, you could sacrifice yourself and give up the supposed cure to ava and not risk anymore young innocent lives, or two, you could be sacrificed but this time, your friends would join you.

you had to decide by the next morning.

the answer was becoming clearer and clearer as minutes went by and the images of innocent teens being strung up and drained for their blood flashed up through your mind, something janson thought to show you just in case you already weren’t convinced of outing yourself.

you felt like you couldn’t breathe, your chest tightening up as you gripped his forearm firmly, trying to steady yourself from passing out or breaking down, but the overwhelming feeling of pain was swallowing you whole.

“what, y/n, what’s wrong?”

“thomas, they’re gonna kill me,” your voice came out strangled and breathless as you look up to him, your eyes beginning to water.

it was beginning to get harder and harder to breathe.

“who?”

“WICKED.”

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home. thomas x reader

summary 📣: in which reader and thomas share a close moment wondering if they’re finally home

warning/s 🚫: naked fluff, swearing 

slater’s note 🗯: thomas has blue eyes in this okay? 

it was peaceful. 

the high pressured water knocked down all the pain away, all the soreness from running and rushing away from all the past problems that happened in the last few day. it all went down the drain. 

the heat made your skin go numb in the most sensational way, the best feeling that had ever touched your skin in the longest time. you wanted to stay in there forever, but something was drawing you away into your new profound home. 

you turned off the faucet, running your hands through your wet hair before stepping out of the shower, the cold air immediately nipped all over at your skin, surrounding you in coldness. it made you shiver while wrapping the white towel hung next to your stall around your body.

the room seemed to be completely empty, taking you by surprise since just like you, no one had had a proper shower in years. you shifted back and forth on your feet, the cold, wet tiles pressing hard against the bareness while you thought, soon noticing you weren’t the only one that still occupied the the shower room. 

the water echoed loudly throughout the hollow, tiled filled room. it sounded lightly of a rainstorm, reminding you of afternoons in the glade when heavy water droplets fell from the previously clear blue sky, roughly crashing into the ground and tearing up the grass. 

it didn’t feel real. none of it. hours ago you could've sworn there no other world out there than besides the glade, and no other people than besides the hundreds of boys that came in and out of the glade, death stealing them from their feet. 

until thomas. with his crazy ambition and pretty blue eyes that drove you wild and out of your mind. the things he did within a couple of days you couldn’t ever do in a couple of years. he saved you, every one of you. 

“hey, pretty boy,” you peaked your head through the thin manila material that shaded everyones eyes away from the person in the shower stall, that being pretty crystal blue eyed thomas. 

how'd you guess?

he turned around, slightly shocked before realizing it was you, his facial features softening but yet slightly surprised still. 

“nice ass.”

“shut up.” 

you smiled up at him, admiring the way his eyes were shining back at yours, full of feverishness, high of energy. the rest of him looked worn out, your eyes dragging away his own, studying his low held shoulders, bruised, but clean. 

“you gonna join me or not?” 

you dropped your towel, your smile expanding at his words. you had never been with him personally, not this personally anyways. he was always a rock for you the moment he came from the box, finding a strange sense of comfort in him, as did he with you. 

the moment you met thomas, you immediately saw something you never saw in other boys that came to the maze.

he had a court of hope that filled his eyes. it looked like he never slept, and for that, it also looked like his mind never stopped racing, never stopped thinking. he was special, he didn’t give up, he wasn’t okay with the fact that he was trapped unlike the other half of the boys who were rather comfortable with it. 

he was a prodigy of hope. 

“you talk to all girls that way, thomas?” “never met one until now.”

he held you close, his fingers pressing deeply into your hipbones as his eyes filled your own, full of admiration, consuming every feature of yours. he had an amused look on his face as he begun to pull you closer and closer, soon pulling you beneath the hot water.

his amused smiled expanded into a playful one as the two of your were now completely emerged in the warmth of thick droplets of steaming hot water.

your chest was soon pressed against his before the eagerness got the better of the both of you. his head dipped down close to you until the both of your mouths were pressed against one another’s.

a tension of pleasure begun to build up in your stomach as he worked his lips against yours, sucking before your head dropped backwards letting a low exhale of pleasure escape past your lips.

the slightest opening of your mouth made him take his chances, slipping his tongue against yours.

“you sure kiss like you have,” you pulled away, a smiled swarming your face as you watch him roll his eyes before cupping your cheek, kissing you one last time on your lips before pulling you into an embrace.

you had never felt that way before. a strange sense of comfort filled your stomach like a glass of juice. it added onto the warm ness of the shower as your cheek was pressed against thomas’ bare chest while his chin was pressed in the crook of your neck.

he pressed soft, wet kisses against your shoulder making your stomach go warm in happiness, a different happiness you had never felt before. you had never felt such a fast yet long euphoria made from such a closeness you had with nobody before.

you pressed a soft kiss against his chest before pulling away slightly, looking up to the boy with full admiration, “you think we’ll stay like this forever?”

“what, in the shower..?”

“no,” you lightly laughed breathily, “happy, safe... home.”

he pressed his lips together in a thin line, his eyes reaching the far top of the ceiling, thinking and thinking before looking down again, meeting your eager and rare innocent looking eyes.

“we’re close, baby, real close.”

you melt. your hand reaches up to touch his face lightly, thumb caressing the light cut along his cheekbone. he closes his eyes lightly underneath your soft touch, soaking up how gentle you were.

“you’re home to me, thomas,” you whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek before you paused, rubbing your lips together before jumping up on your tippy toes, kissing his pretty lips.

maybe it was too fast, too random, too out of pocket... but you felt as if you needed to say it. you wanted him to hear it no matter how short of a time you knew him.

“i’ve never felt this way about anyone, no one has ever made me feel this safe,” your hand tracked to the back of his neck, running your fingers through the back of hair, “you feel like home.”

current hyperfixation: maze runner

now, why didn’t i watch the movies sooner?? like im 19 yrs old and i’ve only watched the maze runner movies for the first time a week ago.. i vividly remember all the girls in my class crushing on newt and thomas in 2015 but i didn’t give a fuck bc my 12 year old self discovered kpop at that time and while everybody laughed at me for it, they all loved the maze runner.

now i feel like i missed out on something so i feel like a 12 year old fangirl again.. but i kinda like that feeling.

Half The World Away || Newt x Reader|| Part 1 of 2

A/N: This is a recreation of what I had in mind since my dumbass forgot to save before closing the app

Part 2: Here

Cold...

WCKD is good...

I'm sorry...

WCKD is good...

Cold...

I hope you will survive...

WCKD is good...

Cold...

Wake up Y/N...

Wake up...

Wake up Y/N...

¡¡¡WAKE UP!!!

She violently woke up by the cage movement. She looked around, breathing heavily. "Help... Help!" She screamed, tears welling in her eyes. Her heart sunk when the cage halted, and voices could be heard from the outside. She held her knees tightly, closing her eyes shut, concentrating on her breath.

"Found the greenie!" She froze at the accent, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Greenie is a shebean" Another voice said, as she could hear responses.

"Girl? Aw yeah!"

"I call dibs"

"I saw her first!"

"Alright, Alright! Everyone get back to work!" Another voice called. She started to tremble, her breath becoming irregular. "She's scared" the accent said. "No shuck! I thought she was happy!" A voice said. "Shuck off, Minho" the accent said. "Hey..." she looked up to see a dark skinned man a couple feet away. "It's okay, we won't hurt you... Your scared, we all feel the same when we were in your position. But your the only girl, so I know you might be frightened to death" The man started, as she tried to back away when he tried to get near.

"My name is Alby. The one to my right is Newt, my second in command... Thats Gally, Keeper of the builders. And that's Minho, Keeper of the Runners. It's oka-" She didn't know why, but she ran and hugged Alby, her hands trembling violently, as she cried. Alby froze, but hugged her back, trying to soothe her. "Why..." she whimpered, as Alby looked at Minho and Newt, who eyes seemed to pity, as Gally ordered the boys to take out the supplies.

Once she calmed down, Newt and Minho helped her out and she sat on the grass, shyness overtaking her. "You think shebean got a name?" She heard Minho asked to Newt. "Y/N..." She whispered, as they looked at her. "What?" Minho asked. "Y-Y/N... My name... it's Y/N" she said a little louder, still looking at the grass.

Couple Months later...

Y/N was quiet and sometimes distant, working in the kitchen with Frypan, the only person who wouldn't ask her question after question. "Y/N, can you get veggies from Newt" Frypan asked, as she nodded. Picking up the basket, she went off to where the track-goes were busy farming. "Ah, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here! Fry needs something from the gardens?" Y/N nodded to Newt, who placed veggies on the basket.

Y/N smiled, and bowed her head, before walking off. "She still doesn't talk to anyone?" Zart asked, as Newt shook his head. "Only speaks to Alby and Fry when needed. Oh, the box is coming up" Newt said as they walked towards it. "It's another boy!" Someone yelled. "He klunked himself!" Another yelled, as everyone laughed. Y/N looked as they picked s chubby boy out from the box.

"Fry..." Y/N called out, as Fry nodded. Y/N walked out and towards Alby, who was talking to the boy. "Oh, Y/n, what's u-" Minho didn't finish when he saw Y/N hug the chubby boy, who seemed startled. "It's okay... I was in your shoes..." Y/N whispered to him, as the boy hugged her. "It's okay to cry... Crying always help with the shock" She said, as sniffles left the boys mouth.

"My name is Y/N, that's Alby, he's the leader. Oh, and that's Newt, he's Alby second in command. And that's Minho, Keeper of the Runners" Y/N whispered to him, pointing at the people. "Do you remember your name?" She asked, as the kid shook his head. "Don't worry, it'll come today or tomorrow, or the next day. Alby will give you the tour, then it'll be lunch. I'll see you then, okay?" She said, as he nodded.

Y/N looked at Alby, nodding and walking back to the kitchen-like hut. When lunch was being served, Y/N found the chubby boy sitting alone and sat down with him. "Hello" She said smiling, as the boy smiled back. “What’s your name again?” The boy asked, as Y/N smiled. “My name is Y/N” the boy smiled. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Chuck” he said, as Y/N hugged him, happy to know that he remembered his name.

One month later...

"Why don't you tell him?" Chuck asked, as Y/N sighed. "He doesn't see me like that. He sees me as a sister..." Y/N said,  as she glanced at Newt. "Isn't the box suppose to be coming?" Chuck asked, as Y/N nodded, smiling. "Oh, it seems like it's here" Y/N said happily, as boys gathered. "Are you going to see?" Chuck asked, as Y/N shook her head. "I want to meet up with Jeff. I got injured the other day and he told me to go and change the bandage today" Y/N said, waving Chuck goodbye.

"Jeff?" Y/N called out, as the scrawny dark skinned boy came in. "Y/N! Came to change the bandage right now?" Jeff asked, as Y/N nodded, sitting down. "How have you been? Still with irregular breathing or..." Jeff started, as Y/N thought. "I'm fine" She said, smiling brightly. Jeff only nodded warily, but decided not to push her. "Are you going to the bonfire tonight?" Jeff asked. "No, I want some time alone and relax. Partying isn't my thing, especially with Gally's drink around" Y/N said, before walking away.

"Y/N" She looked up and saw Chuck standing in the door. "Come in Chuck" Y/N said, patting the spot next to her. "Why aren't you outside?" He asked, as Y/N thought for a while. "Chuck, would you like to hear something?" Y/N asked, as Chuck nodded.

"I would like to leave this city

This old town don't smell too pretty

And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Y/N sang, as Chuck looked at her in awe.

"I didn't know you can sing!" Chuck said happily, as Y/N placed her finger to her lips. "Please keep it a secret?" Y/N asked, as Chuck nodded. She bid Chuck goodnight, and looked out her window, to see Newt with a boy she never seen before, which might be the new greenie.

"Oh, Thomas, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Thomas. He's the new greenie" Chuck said. Y/N was walking to the destheads when she bumped into Chuck with the greenie. "Hello Thomas, I'm Y/N" She said, smiling. "Are you an angel?" Thomas said aloud, before turning red. Y/N giggled, before laughing. "I don't see myself as an angel, Your the first to say it" Y/N said.

Across the field, Alby, Newt and Minho stood looking at Thomas, Chuck, and Y/N talking. "She laughed at something he said" Minho said. "She's smiling too" Newt said, bitterly. "He's flirting Alby, do something!" Minho whined, as Alby sighed. "Let her talk to whoever. This is the first time she's talked to someone that isn't me or Fry or Chuck" Alby said, walking away.

"She grabbed his hand" Minho said, as Y/N said something. "Bloody shank" Newt said, bitterly, before walking away, Minho going to the map room. "So... your telling me that me and Chuck are the only ones who know you can sing?" Thomas asked during dinner, as Y/N nodded. "And you l i k e Newt?" Y/N nodded again, her cheeks red. "More like in love with him" Chuck whispered to Thomas, who snickered.

"You guys stop it!" Y/N whined, her cheeks turned a darker red. Thomas and Chuck started laughing, as Y/N joined them, coughing time by time during the laughing fit. When they finished with their laughing fit, they noticed that the glade was starring at them, especially Newt, Minho, and Alby. Y/N shrunk a bit,  looking at Thomas, who thought of something. "Let's go to the forest, I think I saw some fireflies" Thomas said, as Y/N eyes were bright.

"She was laughing at something he said" Minho said. "And they're leaving to the forest" Newt said. "He's flirting with her Alby!" Minho whined again, as Alby gave them a warning glance. "I think she's breaking out of her shell" Alby said, telling all the Gladers to finish food and call it a night.

At the forest, Y/N coughed some more, using a cloth to cover her mouth. "Are you allergic to something?" Thomas asked, as she shook her head. "I think I ate too quickly, that's all" Y/N said, swallowing down the feeling of throwing up.

The next day, Y/N was at the med-jacks hut, as Jeff gave her some medication for her nausea. "Are you sure your alright?" Jeff asked, as Y/N nodded, drinking water. "Help!" Jeff got up and looked out. "Jeff..?" Y/N called out. "Stay here, I'll be back" Jeff said, as Y/N stay sitting. "Y/N!" Chuck called out as Y/N looked at him, before noticing Thomas. "Are you alright?" Y/N asked, worriedly. "Ben was stung and attacked Thomas" Chuck explained, as Y/N bandage Thomas. "Stung? In broad daylight?" Y/N questioned, as Thomas nodded.

"What will happen to him?" Thomas asked, as Y/N froze. "Well... he broke one of the three main rules. Alby might punish him badly" Y/N said, as Chuck stayed silent. "How?" Thomas asked, as both shrugged.

Later on that day, Y/N was next to Thomas, as Ben begged Minho and Alby to spare him. "What are they doing?" Thomas asked, as Y/N lips trembled. "B-Banishment..." Y/N whispered. Thomas noticed and held her hand, as she saw them all push Ben in, his cries and pleas reaching deaf ears. Y/N closed her eyes, as she heard the doors close shut. "He belongs to the maze now" Y/N whispered, pulling Thomas to find Chuck.

"They're holding her hand" Minho stated, as Newt looked. "He's going to break her heart" Newt said to Alby, who rolled his eyes. "They're just friends, she told me" Alby said, as Newt scoffed. "Yeah, I don't believe a single klunk" Newt said, as Alby gave him a warning glance.

"Talk to him" Fry said, as Y/N was cutting vegetables. "Fry..." Y/N started, before running and throwing up breakfast. "Are you okay?" Fry asked, worried. "Yes... I'm okay, just have stomach flu I guess" Y/N said, as Fry grabbed her and pushed her to the gardens. Y/N sighed and walked to the gardens, noticing Chuck and Thomas sitting, and Newt and Zart cutting a tree out.

"Your suppose to be helping, not slacking" Y/N said, as Chuck, Thomas, Newt and Zart jumped. Y/N smiled, and waved at them. "Fry told me to take some time off, and I saw that Thomas wasn't doing his job" Y/N said, picking up the machete from Thomas. "What are you-" Y/N swung at the tree roots, as Zart and Newt took a step back.

"Holy shuck" Zart said, as Thomas looked scared. "Try, Thomas" Y/N said, smiling, as Thomas grabbed the machete and started. Y/N looked at Newt, and smiled innocently, making Neet blush. They all stopped when they heard thunder, and went to take cover, as rain started to pour. "What happens if they don't make it?" Thomas asked, as Y/N looked confused. "They're going to make it" Newt said. "But what if they don't?" Thomas asked again. "They're going to make it" Newt said, avoiding eye contact with Y/N.

"Alby... No..." Y/N said, sprinting to the maze door once the rain stopped. "Y/N, wait!" Newt called our, running after her. He stopped her from getting any closer to the door, and held her as everyone waited patiently. "Look!" Thomas said, as Y/N saw Minho with Alby. "Somethings wrong" Newt said, as Y/N realized.

"C'mon Minho!"

"You can do it!"

"You gotta leave him"

"Please don't leave him..." Minho didn't let go, he couldn't. Y/N was standing there, her eyes filled with fear, hugging Newt, who had a grip on her. "They're not going to make it" Thomas said. It went in slow motion, but Y/N struggled, screaming at Thomas, who ran into the maze. "No!" She screamed, but the doors closed, as tears fell from her eyes.

"Y/N... Y/N!!!" Y/N fainted in Newt arms, as he picked her up and went to the end-jacks but, Jeff and Clint on his tail. "Fainted due to shock" Clint said, as Chuck saw Newt hold her hand, his eyes worried. "He loves you too, Y/N" Chuck said, before walking and sitting a couple feet away from the maze.

"Alby... Minho... Thomas..." Y/N whispered out, as she gained consciousness. Blinking, she looked to see Newt smiling, his eyes holding worry. "You alright, love. Just fainted due to shock" Newt said, as Y/N got up. "The maze... Minho... Thomas... Alby..." Y/N said, as Newt tried stopping her. "Rest. I'll go and check for you. The first sign that they're back I'll send Chuck to tell you, okay?" Newt said, as Y/N nodded, before she went to sleep.

"Jeff what's wrong?" Clint asked once Newt left. "Something doesn't seem right, Clint. Y/N clearly isn't alright, even if she says it" Jeff said, as Clint looked outside. "She looks healthy, though. The box comes up with the same supplies as always. If there was something else, then it would've given a clear view that something wasn't alright with her" Clint said, as Jeff nodded.

Half The World Away || Newt x Reader|| Part 2 of 2

Part 1: Here

Previously;

"Jeff what's wrong?" Clint asked once Newt left. "Something doesn't seem right, Clint. Y/N clearly isn't alright, even if she says it" Jeff said, as Clint looked outside. "She looks healthy, though. The box comes up with the same supplies as always. If there was something else, then it would've given a clear view that something wasn't alright with her" Clint said, as Jeff nodded.

Continuing;

Early in the morning, Y/N woke up feeling cold. She got up and walked to where the group sat and walked next to Newt. "Bloody hell, Y/N! What are you doing here? You should be resting" Newt said, as Y/N sat down. The doors opened, and Newt helped Y/N up, as they looked inside. "They're not coming back" Y/N eyes welled up, as everyone turned their backs.

"No way..." Zart said, as Y/N turned around. Minho and Thomas were in view, helping Alby. "Yeah!" Chuck said, as everyone cheered. "Alby!" Y/N called out, as Minho and Thomas placed him down. "He got stung" Minho said, as Y/N hugged him and Thomas. They both felt how she trembled, and guilt started to fill them. "You saw a griever?" Chuck asked Thomas once Y/N released them from her hug. "He didn't just see it... he killed it" Minho said, as Y/N froze.

Thomas sat as Gally started to talk. After what happened, Y/N and Alby were taken to the med-jacks hut, as Y/N was drained and Alby had to be restrained. "I'd say make him s Runner" Minho said, as everyone disagreed. Suddenly, they heard the box come up. It wasn't suppose to come today, so everyone went out.

What they found was shocking. A girl was there, almost sleeping, with supplies surrounding her. When they took her out, she woke up and looked at them, as th boys gawked. "Ah- um... Hi, I'm Newt. Welcome to the glade, what's your name?" Newt asked, coming out of the shock. "Teresa... Why am I here?" She asked, as Newt explained.

After Teresa's arrival, Y/N noticed a change in the boys. They saw her as a goddess. She cured Alby from the sting, and everyone was on her. Y/N didn't mind, she got to know Teresa, and kept each other secrets safely. But what she did mind was the fact Newt payed more attention to Teresa.

"Y/N..." Chuck called out and she looked at him. Everyone was having a bonfire for the new greenie, Teresa. All the Gladers paid more attention to her, but Y/N didn't mind, she still had Chuck and Thomas to talk too. "What you guys doing here?" Thomas voice rang, as he handed a glass of Gally's secret recipe to Y/N.

Y/N looked at the maze, before looking at Thomas and Chuck. "What do you guys think is on the other side?" Y/N asked, as Thomas thought. "Freedom?" Chuck guessed, as Y/N smiled. She looked behind to see the group of boys surrounding Teresa, asking her questions, especially Newt. Y/N looked at Thomas and Chuck, and decided that get up and used a stick.

"I would like to leave this city

This old town don't smell too pretty

And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Y/N started to sing, as Thomas and Chuck smiled.

"And when I leave this island

I book myself into a soul asylum

I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Thomas and Chuck swayed their hands in the air from side to side, Y/N smiling and closing her eyes.

"So here I go

I'm still scratching around in the same old hole

My body feels young but my mind is very old..." Teresa looked up when she heard a voice. "Who's singing?" Teresa asked the group of clingy boys, who looked confused once they heard it. Teresa got up to listen.

"So what do you say?

You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway

You're half the world away

You're half the world away" Teresa followed the voice and stopped when she saw Y/N singing, Thomas and Chuck relaxed. When Teresa looked back, the group of boys looked as shock as her.

"And when I leave this planet

You know I'd stay but I just can't stand it

And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Thomas and Chuck chuckled, as Y/N smile grew.

"And if I can leave this spirit

I'll find me a hole and I'll live in it

And I can feel the warning signs running around my mind" Y/N then looked at the wall, where the names were carved. Y/N traced her name, before tracing Chuck, Alby, Thomas, Teresa, and Gally.

"So here I go

I'm still scratching around in the same old hole

My body feels young but my mind is very old" Y/N then stopped and stared at the Newt's name. Everyone looked at Newt, who's cheeks were tinted pink, possibly from Gally's secret recipe or from his thumping heart.

"So what do you say?

You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway

You're half the world away

You're half the world away" Y/N traced Newt name, as everyone saw the warmth in her as she looked at the wall, and the names.

"You're half the world away

I've been lost, I've been found

But I don't feel down" Y/N twirled and sat down in between Thomas and Chuck, who gave her te drink.

"You're half the world away

I've been lost, I've been found

But I don't feel down" Y/N twirled and sat down in between Thomas and Chuck, who gave her the drink.

"You're half the world away

I've been lost, I've been found

But I don't feel down

I don't feel down" Y/N finished singing, as she drank. Slowly, Thomas, Chuck, and Y/N heard clapping and looked behind them. Teresa was clapping, as the boys. Y/N got up and looked at them, before locking eyes with Newt.

Thump thump thump thump

Y/N walked back before looking around, panicking. She looked at Chuck and Thomas, before bottling to the forest. Chuck followed, as Thomas looked at everyone. "What the fuck guys!" Thomas yelled angrily, as Newt snapped. "What the fuck? What the fuck, Tommy! Why didn't you fucking tell us she can sing!" Newt yelled back, walking up to Thomas and pushing him. They started to argue, before Alby broke them both up. Thomas shook his head, before walking to the forest to find Y/N and Chuck, who were sitting under a tree, visible to Thomas.

The next day, Y/N sat with Thomas and Chuck, looking down as whispers went through the glade. "Hey Y/N..." Teresa started with a smile, but the smile faltered when Y/N got up and walked to the homestead, Chuck following, and Thomas apologizing to Teresa, before following. "I want to be alone, please" Y/N said once Thomas and Chuck caught up to her.

"We'll be outside if you need us" Thomas said, tugging Chuck. Y/N nodded, and waited for both to be out of eyesight, before collapsing and gasping for air, holding her chest tightly.

"Chuck, come sit" Y/N said, as she coughed into a cloth. "Are you okay? Do you want me to call Jeff or Clint?" Chuck asked, as Y/N smiled weakly. "I'm fine, Chuck. Show me the little art you created" Y/N said, as Chuck took it out. "It's beautiful Chuck. Your parents will love it" Y/N said, as Chuck looked at Y/N. "You and Thomas will be there when I see my parents, right?" Chuck asked, as Y/N nodded, coughing again.

Thomas later joined, bringing blankets to sleep on. Once Chuck and Thomas fell asleep, she got up and went a bit further away, before throwing up what she ate, and blood. She kept on coughing and throwing up, as her mind became woozy. She started to crawl to Thomas and Chuck, her eyes pleading for a bit more time. She kissed Chuck forehead, before kissing Thomas forehead. "I'm sorry..." Y/N whispered, before darkness engulfed her.

The next morning, Chuck woke up to Thomas coming with food. "Did Y/N wake up yet?" Thomas asked, as Chuck shook his head. "Alright, Y/N, rise and shine. It's time to work!" Thomas said, walking to Y/N unmoving body. "Y/N, did you hear... me..." Thomas stopped as he saw the image in front of him. "Chuck... Chuck! Get Jeff and Clint!" Thomas yelled, as he picked up Y/N. "Help! Help!" Chuck screamed, grabbing the attention of the Gladers.

"Chuck what's wrong?" Alby asked, as Chuck cried. "I don't know... Y/N... she isn't... Thomas said... Jeff and Clint..." Chuck cried out, as everyone saw Thomas running with Y/N body. There eyes widen when they saw how pale she was, and dried blood stain near her mouth. Jeff and Clint quickly rushed and started to examine her, everyone waiting outside. "What happened?" Minho asked Thomas. "I... I don't know..." Thomas said, trying not to break down.

A gruesome hour passes, before Jeff and Clint come out. Everyone looks at them with hope, but it soon disappears when Jeff shakes his head. Chuck cries grew louder, as Thomas hugged him. Teresa started to cry, as the whole Gladers looked shock, and sad. "Alby" Jeff called out, as Alby looked. Jeff gave him a letter, which read;

Dear Gladers,

Writing this is the most hardest thing I've ever done, energy wise. The truth is, I was dying, but of what is unknown. You see, when I went to Jeff to get my arm bandage, Jeff realized I had irregular breathing, and told me to rest. But it grew worse. Suddenly I would get coughing fits, and blood would come out. Then I couldn't keep Fry delicious food down, and I knew my time was being cut shorter and shorter.

Thomas, take care of Chuck, he's going to need you the most. Chuck, don't cry, please. Even if I'm gone, that doesn't mean I won't be there in spirit. Teresa, thank you. Don't blame Teresa. I asked and begged her to keep the attention on her, even if it hurt me, but it would allow me to distance myself from you guys. But when you caught me singing, I had to distance myself even more. Alby, thank you for being the best leader. Minho, you shucking perverted minded Asian shuck face, keep focus and find a way out of this maze.

Fry, I always loved your cooking. Gally, You shuck face... your a teddy bear in my eyes. Clint... Jeff... I'm sorry for not relying on you, but there are other people who need you. Newt... Sweet, lovable, calm, beautiful shuck faced with an accent... I hate you... but my mind and heart forgives you because I always loved you, still have and always will. And for the others who I didn't name, I'm sorry but my mind is woozy and I'm trying to stay awake before my hourly passing out starts. I hope you all get out, and I will miss you all. I won't say goodbye, but I will say thank you for everything.

Love,

The forgotten girl, Y/N

Not everything was the same. Everything came crashing down. Alby's death, the way out of the maze. But as Chuck took his last breathe, Thomas cried out in anger. He let Y/N down... Chuck was dead. And a blink of an eye, now he was leading his friends away from WCKD into the scorch. Winston died, but they learned about the people who were not immune to the flare. And then they met Brenda and Jorge, who help them.

Then came the betrayal of Teresa, and their friends were captured. Newt wasn't immune, but he didn't mind. He would do anything to be with Y/N in the sky...

And that's what was going to happen. Thomas had fire at Newt, after Newt begged Thomas to not let it make him into a crank. Thomas did what he was told, and Newt felt the bullet hit him in the head, but he didn't feel dead.

"Newt... Sweet, lovable, calm, beautiful shuck faced with an accent... I hate you... but my mind and heart forgives you because I always loved you, still have and always will"

"Newt, I love you"

"I love you"

"Newt..."

"...Newt?"

Newt woke up gasping, as Thomas stood there. "Tommy... where- why am I not dead?" He asked. "Because I didn't want you dead" Newt froze. That voice wasn't suppose to be heard. "Y/N..." Newt whispered, as Y/B stood there, wearing a doctor outfit. "Hello Newt" She said, as he hugged her. Y/N hugged back, kissing in the process. "How?" He asked, as Y/N sighed.

"After I was buried, I woke up and felt the coffin being dragged. I heard metal, and figured that a griever dragged me into the maze. I then was greeted by Dr Paige and others, and taken to become a doctor. Without their knowledge I figure out something and check on how the flare worked, which gave me the time to create the cure" Y/N said, helping Newt.

"I love you, you shucking shebean" Newt whispered, kissing her again. "I love you too. C'mon. They're waiting" Y/N said, as they went to the plane. Y/N was greeted like an old friend, but they waited for Thomas and Teresa. "Teresa hurry up and get in!" She heard Thomas said, as she check on his wounds. "Thank you..." Teresa said, as Y/N eyes slipped tears. The building collapsed, as Teresa plunged to her death.

Once in the safe haven, Newt hugged Y/N, who was humming a tune. "We made it..." Newt said, kissing her neck. "Mhm. And were going to create a better world, without the scorch nor the flare" Y/N said, as they kissed off into the sunset.

Certain Actor as a Protagonist <<< Certain Actor as an Antagonist

(Thomas from: The Maze Runner ((top)) & Stiles Stilinski from: Teen Wolf ((bottom)) played by Dylan O'Brien)

(Aris Jones from: The Maze Runner ((above)) & Isaac from: A House on the Bayou ((bottom)) played by Jacob Lofland)