me starting a new book series: from years of experience and a general underdstanding that interesting plots don’t have happy endings, I know that some or many characters are going to die throughout the series and that I’m just going to have to accept that, because I also know that if there were no deaths then the books would be highly unrealistic and I’d stop enjoying them

favourite character:*dies*

me: *flipping a table* oKAY BUT DID IT HAVE TO BE THISONE?!?

Lighten Up

hey y'all it’s writing time!

i was warming up to get my stuff together so i wrote this super short newt x reader/y/n. if you want to see more pls lmk

“Come on, Greenie! Have a little fun! Lighten up!” You heard a vaguely familiar voice call from across the Glade. You ignored him and continued on your path to the Homestead. It’s not so much that you weren’t in the mood for the bonfire, which was apparently being thrown in your honor, but more so that you were tired of the stares. And cat calls.

You slammed your hands into the front door and it flew open with a small bang, startling the two boys standing at the foot of the stairs, chatting. Since you were the sole girl living in the Glade, without hesitation the leaders quickly gave you your own space in the Homestead; much to your fellow Glader’s chagrin. Without a word to either boy, you padded up the stairs and into your room, shutting the door behind you. Not even a minute later, there was a soft knock at the door.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked. You were sitting beside your bookshelf, sorting through a few of your favorites, ignoring the boy in the doorway. “I know you can hear me. I’m standing right here.” He opened the door the rest of the way without acknowledgement from you and sat beside you.

“Newt, if this visit is in regards to the bonfire, I am not interested.”

“Come on, (Y/N)! It’s supposed to be FUN. It’s supposed to be a celebration, in your honor!” He favored his bad leg.

“You know exactly what’s going to happen, the same thing that has been happening the entire week. Everyone is going to get drunk and make disgusting comments, catcall me, play grabass. They do it when they’re sober, I can’t imagine how they’re going to be drunk,” You stared out into the Glade.

“Alby’s giving those shanks a talking to as we speak, love. They are not gonna lay a finger anywhere near you.” He offered a half smile. You couldn’t help but smile back. Something about Newt’s aloof, small smile always brought a smile to your face, even if you didn’t want to. “There you go.” He muttered softly.

He stood up, offering his hand. You took it after a second’s hesitation and allowed him to lead you downstairs. You couldn’t help but blush at the prolonged contact.

go-catch-a-chickn:

I made a new uquiz

how would you celebrate your birthday in tmr

Oh man. Very fitting for Maze Runner though. Guess I would just sing Happy Birthday to myself very silently when I find a calm moment.

Also this one was hilarious lmao

Thomas: Look, Newt, if there was one thing that stood between you and happiness, don’t you think I would be there to help you get it? No matter how stupid it was.

Newt:You’re right, Thomas. If I was doing something stupid, you definitely would be involved.

Gally: WHO DID THIS? WHOEVER DID THIS IS GOING TO BE-

Y/N:It was me…

Gally: -forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Thomas: Wow. If it was me, I’d be dead.

Thomas: It’s time for plan B.

Newt: We have a plan B?

Thomas: No, but it’s time for one.

Stubborn

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by @mastersurf Not sure if this qualifies as angst but writing this almost felt like it sorta might? Maybe? Just a little, nothing gut-wrenching lol Enjoy!

If only you had been a little more intuitive. If only you had remembered how bad he was at leaving things alone. You shouldn’t have listened to him when he told you to go get lunch without him and that he would catch up. You should’ve dragged him with you, refused to leave until you were sure he wasn’t going to do anything dangerous.

Maybe then you could’ve stopped it from happening. But you didn’t.

It was barely twenty minutes into lunch break when the deafening sound of a collapsing shack echoed throughout the glade. That was the second you felt your heart nearly burst out of your body.

Your feet couldn’t carry you nearly fast enough as you dashed over to the epicenter of the dreadful sound. You had expected to find the builders hurdled around what remained of the old, worn-down storage shack that everyone had long given up on trying to repair. But when you got there, you couldn’t find a single person.

While you were incredibly relieved that your boyfriend wasn’t there and didn’t need to be dug out from under the wooden wreckage, it was too soon to relax. The very thought made your fingers turn ice-cold, but there was no way he could’ve gotten out of this unscathed.

There seemed to be only one place he could possibly be now. The Med Hut.

With a deep groan and a hammering heart, you headed over to the medjacks. You were worried out of your mind for him, you had no idea how bad his injuries could be. But at the same time you felt so… so… angry.

That shack was a lost cause. The water damage from a particularly rainy week that had passed in the glade not that long ago was too severe. The wood had rotted, it was weak and easily breakable. Gally wasn’t supposed to go in there anymore, nobody was. It was beyond saving, doomed to collapse at any given moment, and you were going to let it. You and Gally had made that decision days ago. It had been agreed upon.

Yet, apparently, he had changed his mind.

Your thoughts raced - this was unbelievable. What did he think he could’ve done? Why would he go in there when he knew damn well how frail the thing was? He was always the one to put safety first, so why would he willingly put his own at such a risk? You didn’t have answers to any of those questions but you were determined to get them.

A stinging mixture of fear and fury flourished in your veins as you barged into the Med Hut, your eyes searching, frantically, for your boyfriend.

And there he was.

Sitting up right on the side of a cot as Jeff tended to the open cut on his cheekbone. It didn’t look like he had any broken bones that needed to be taken care of first, so that was a good sign, at least.

Gally’s eyes widened at your rapid entrance as he involuntarily jerked away from the medjack.

The baffled look on your face told him everything he was about to hear from you. His muscles tensed up with dread as he watched your features morph from concern to anger.

Your lips quivered, your breath leaving you in jagged pants as your gaze burned into him.

“What were you thinking?!”

You took a moment to perceive the state of him. Besides his arms being littered in scratches, a bit of blood on the corner of his mouth and the cut on his face, he looked perfectly fine. It was a relief for sure. Now you didn’t have to feel so bad about yelling at him.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” You demanded, taking a harsh step towards him as Jeff promptly stumbled out of the way before slipping out of the hut entirely, having decoded that as his cue to give you two a moment alone.

Gally shot up from the cot and though he remained still and silent, it almost looked like he was about to take a step back. His jaw clenched as he searched his mind for the right words, despite knowing there weren’t any.

“I thought I could find a way to fix it.”

“There was no fixing it, Gally! YOU KNEW THERE WASN’T! It was living out its FINAL shucking days!” You shouted, your limbs beginning to tremble as you tried, futilely, to subdue wave after wave of bubbling anger.

Gally frowned, deeply, his mouth clamping shut as he let you lash out at him. Something that was only possible with you. Other people’s displeasure had very little effect on him, if any at all. Yours, however, was a very different story. You were his girl.

His muscular arms crossed over his chest as he looked away from your penetrating glare, the foreign feeling of being backed into a corner permeating his strong bones.

“You said you were going to leave it alone! YOU PROMISED!“ Your voice was on the verge of cracking as you stepped even closer towards him, hot tears already prickling at the corners of your eyes “You could’ve been hurt, SO much worse than this!“

Your breath faltered, your chest tightening as you felt an impending sob creeping up “You could’ve… Y-You could’ve…”

Your words died in your throat as you recoiled from him. Shudders began to overtake your body as you buried your face in your palms, your tears finally spilling over.

How could he have been so careless? The hell were you supposed to do if something happened to him? You loved him, the mere thought of him getting hurt was enough to make your heart rip to shreds.

Gally watched, solemnly, as your delicate shoulders shook, quiet sobs escaping your mouth. Every inch of him wanted to rush over to you, wanted to touch you, but didn’t know if you’d allow it. He hated seeing you cry and knowing he was the reason made it a thousand times more painful.

He knew he shouldn’t have gone in there. It was a dumb impulse, a momentary lapse of judgement, and he was lucky to not have attained any serious injuries. If you had attempted to do the same thing, he would’ve probably lost his mind.

A few moments passed before your sobs gradually started growing quieter and only then did Gally finally bring himself to move.

Slowly, carefully, he got closer until he was right in front of your still slightly trembling form.

Though you couldn’t see how close he was, you soon felt it as his large calloused hands gently pried your palms away from your tear-streaked face.

“I’m sorry…”

His soft whisper reached your ears as you sniffled, meagerly. His grip on your wrists tightened ever so slightly, his head lowering until his forehead was pressed against yours.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” Gally repeated on half a breath, your bloodshot eyes at last fluttering open as you met his wistful gaze.

A part of you wanted to stay angry at him, to pull away, leave and make him really comprehend how badly he’d screwed up. However, the bigger part of you, the one that could see every little flicker of his genuine emotion in a way nobody else could, believed that he already knew.

With one last choked whimper, you flung yourself into Gally’s arms, immediately feeling him encase you in a grip as tight as he could manage without crushing you. His warm breath washed over your neck, tickling your skin as you clung to him, relishing the fact that he was okay. He was okay, he was right there, fully conscious and mostly unharmed.

You shook your head as he threaded his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion, cradling your head against his strong, broad chest.

“Why are you… so… stubborn?” Your exasperated whisper was muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but he heard it, audibly.

The builder exhaled, heavily, as his lips brushed against your temple “Can’t always help it, baby.” He slightly drew back, attempting to meet your gaze “Hey…”

You looked up, finding his bluish-green eyes brimming with sincerity, staring into yours.

“It won’t happen again. I promise. Just please don’t shucking cry…” Gally breathed, pulling you closer into his warm embrace that felt like the only place you could stay wrapped up in for the rest of time.

Your hands clutched onto his shoulders as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his heart beating, serenely and steadily, against your own. “It better not.” - your mind echoed while all lingering tension gradually melted away from your body.

You knew he would keep his word this time. Gally wasn’t one for recklessness, and if he needed to be reminded why taking unnecessary risks was a bad idea, then today had surely done a fine job of that.

You would still keep an eye out, though. Just in case.

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Y/N: I have something big to tell you.

Thomas: You know you can say anything to me, Y/N. You’ve been like my sister, and there is nothing that could dent our impenetrable bond.

Y/N: I’m dating Gally.

Thomas: You’re dead to me.

Thomas: I never make the same mistake twice.

Newt:He makes it four or five times. Just to be sure.