#<- fuck that's good I'm using that tmr

[goodmotorfinger]

tomorrow is the 38th anniversary of Guy Stealing The Pace Car At Talladega btw. I'll make sure to reblog that one post I made about it

#I went and checked on that post earlier and it somehow has like 70 notes?? how and when #I always have some random niche post gain traction idk why #anyway. tomorrow's saturday. sparkle on and don't forget to steal the pace car #<- fuck that's good I'm using that tmr #talking to myself in the tags once again

[labaguetteisdabest]

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#i feel like i'm life-ing wrong #i dont know half the words to a chorus song for our concert which is tmr #i have a fucking 82% in science bc i didnt finish this one thing #my dad keeps yelling at me about that and is guilt tripping me about it #its working #my mom keeps getting pissed at me when i did nothing wrong #its not my fucking fault i talk like this; do you know when and where we live?! #im so fucking stressed over geometry finals too #i dont remember the shit we learned in chapter 6 OR 7 #my history teacher got mad at our entire class today bc 5th period (us) is notorious for not answering questions #like FUCK YOU #“i expect an answer when i ask a question and not just the same two people over and over again” THATS GREAT BUDDY #I WOULD ANSWER BUT I CANT FUCKING SEE FROM THE ANGLE I SIT AT #AND I PHYSICALLY CANT ANSWER BC HE'S TERRIFYING #like he's chill when he's in a good mood #but when hes in a bad one #*shudders* i almost cried in class today #i hate this i hate this i hate this

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Camera Caught- Matt Sturniolo

Summary: you accidentally left some hickeys on matt’s neck and the fans catch it, start making edits, and matt “punishes” you

Warnings: SMUT, degradation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (female receiving), P in V, Unprotected sex, praising, slight crying.

A/N: I LOVE YOU ALL ENJOYY

PSA: I GIVE NO RIGHTS TO COPY MY WORK OR USE MY WORK FOR “INSPIRATION”

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Matt and I’s relationship has been very very private, we've been trying to keep it that way till we both collectively agreed to go public. Matt was down in the garage filming for a Friday video and I was endlessly scrolling on TikTok, I came across this edit of Matt, I didn't think much of it till i saw the comments.

Mattscupsupremacy: THE HICKEY?! WHO IS SHE?? MATTS A FREAKY GAL

Chrissypoohmylover: UHM MATTHEW?? what a freaky man.. she’s one lucky girl to be getting that fire dick

Nickismyqueen: WHY IS NO ONE POINTING OUT THE FACT HES NOT EVEN TRYING TO COVER IT UP??

Yamother6629: we lost another one girls… Funeral at my place at 6 pm tmr 😔💔

Thefourthtriplet5239: MATT SEEMED SO VANILLA.. who would ever guess that man is kinky?

“No no no” I say panicking out loud and immediately jumping out of bed and running through the house and busting the door open to the garage where Nick, Matt, and Chris are barging into the garage which sends the boys into an immediate panic

“Okay so you can edit this out of the video but it's an emergency,” I say out of breath.

“Girl go the fuck on, you said it’s an emergency, spill let’s go” Nick says snapping his fingers.

“Okay, patience, so I was scrolling through TikTok like normally waiting for you guys to finish filming and I scroll across this Matt edit,” I say trying to find the edit on my phone.

“Y/N how many times do I have to tell you to stop watching edits of me, I'm right here no need to fangirl over me,” Matt says with a sense of cockyness in his voice.

“No no hold on it gets better, so I scroll through the comments cause you know it's funny watching as the 12-year-olds talk about you being their ‘baby’-” start before Chris cut me off

“GET TO THE FUCKING POINT YAPPER,” Chris says throwing his hands in the air

“Says the one who goes on about putting a literal tit milk-drinking infant in the backseat of a car with no car seat. So let's not talk about her yapping” nick defends.

“ANYWAYS, Matt you forgot to cover your hickeys from the other night and everyone knows about it now, cause when you moved out of frame your hoodie must have come down, and there are edits and people calling you ‘vanilla’ whatever the hell that means, and like everyone is wondering who the girl is and I'm like panicking now,” I say with panic in my voice “I know you weren't ready to go public but everyone is like freaking the fuck out” I continue.

“Fuck, I thought the hoodie was a good cover” matt sighs “look its fine well figure it out after I'm done filming just go back inside and calm the hell down” he gives me a quick peck on my forehead and shutting the door of the car.

A couple of minutes later I got a text from matt, normally he does send me the occasional ‘i love you, almost done filming’ message but this one was a little different.

Matty B Rapz 💍

you’re in big trouble for getting us caught

i hope you ain’t tired cause you’re in for a long night

This wasn't out of the normal for Matt to be rough with me but over text? This is new, but I love it. I could feel myself getting soaked at all the possible ways Matt could fuck me, all the positions, thinking of all the ways in which he could make me cum.

After an hour and a half of endless scrolling through TikTok, I can hear the footsteps of Matt through the hallway.

“Hi baby, how was filming?” I say as he walks in the door immediately shutting it and locking it.

“Don't ‘baby’ me, strip,” he says harshly as his eyes darken with lust.

A smirk appeared on my lips, and moved off the bed walking towards him as I placed my phone down on the bedside table and slowly and teasingly removed my pants and shirt leaving me in my light pink lingerie set that I knew drove him insane, the way it hugged my curves, pushed my Brests up with a small delicate flower in the middle, and my underwear that sat and hung onto my hips with another small flower in the middle of it.

“So fucking sexy,” Matt says under his breath causing a light shade of pink to appear on my cheeks.

Matt wraps his arms around my torso and unclips my bra letting my breasts fall and the straps of my bra fall off my arms. He lightly pushes me back so I'm sitting on our shared bed as he places a deep and passionate kiss on my lips.

I yearn for more of his lips but he pulls away from me and starts trailing light kisses down my jaw and to my neck and sucking harshly on my neck so we have matching marks on my neck and soft moans escaping my lips.

“Since you had to go and get us caught,” he starts before sucking harsher in my neck in a pattern this time. “Everyone's gonna know who you belong to now” he pulls away walking back a couple of steps to admire the marks he left on my neck.

‘M’

His initial was spelled out on my neck.

“And you're not gonna cover that up. Got it?” he spits walking towards me and wrapping his hand around my neck.

“Yes, Matt” I whisper out

“Good fucking girl” he removes his hand from my neck and pushes me down so my back is now on the bed flat.

He lowers his body down, basically on his knees, and he leaves kisses down my stomach before kissing over my clothed pussy and a soft whimper comes out of my lips.

Using his teeth he guides my underwear off my legs and throws them on the floor with a smirk plastered on his face.

His face between my legs was always a sight for sore eyes, never failed to turn me on the way his blue eyes always stared at me through his eyelashes. He places small kisses around my thighs eventually making his way down to my dripping pussy and placing kisses everywhere around it but where I need him the most.

“Matt, please” I plead.

“What are you begging for? Use that filthy mouth of yours and tell me what you want” he says harshly.

“I need your mouth, please” i whine.

He smirks and uses his tongue to move up and down my folds collecting my juices he lets out a groan as the taste of my pussy touches his tongue. His lips attach to my clit sucking harshly on it.

“FUCK MATT” My back arches and my eyes roll back basically seeing my brain.

His tongue explores every inch of me as he keeps a steady gaze on me and how my body reacts to his mouth. His fingers trail into my begging hole that's clenched around the air begging to be fulfilled curling his slim fingers upward reaching a spot I could never reach by myself.

“MATT” I scream out as My thighs close his head in.

“Legs stay open” he mutters through my pussy.

His fingers now moving at a pace that's driving me absolutely insane, his muted moans against my pussy is only turning me on more.

“close” i breathe out trying not to strain my voice.

“hold it,” he says muttering against me as his nose flicks my clit digging his face deeper into my pussy. He was almost moaning as much as I was, typically he didn't even care if he cums, he gets off at watching me come unglued from his mouth or fingers.

“Please” I repeat pleading with matt.

“No, you're gonna hold it and you're gonna show me how much of a good girl you can be” he lifts his head continuing his pace with his fingers.

His gaze never left me, the way my back arched off the bed and my eyes rolled back just at his fingers was always so amusing to him.

“You always look so beautiful wrapped around my fingers,” he says smirking down at me and taking his lower lip between his teeth as he continues to arch his fingers inside me.

“PL-PLEA- CUM” i mutter unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Go ahead baby, let it all out” he coos in my ear in a low raspy voice.

The knot in my stomach snaps, and my orgasm hits me like a bus, my legs shake as my cum drips down into his fingers. he removes his fingers licking off my cum from them.

“Face down ass up, I ain't done with you” he says sternly.

I slowly nod turning around and holding myself up by my elbows taunting my ass around in the air. Matt smirks to himself removes his hoodie, and quickly removes his boxers and pants throwing all his clothes somewhere in the room.

I feel the bed dip down from the weight of his knees behind me. He reaches his arm around to my mouth places his hand below my mouth.

“Spit” he says harshly.

I obey spitting in his hand as he uses my spit to rub around the tip of his cock moving his hand up and down to coat his cock.

Matt aligns himself with my entrance and immediately bottoms out letting a loud groan escape his lips as my hips jerk backward and a loud whine leaks from my lips.

“You think you're so fucking innocent huh? Leaving those fucking hickeys on my neck” he spits thrusting harshly into me gripping onto my hair and pushing my head far into the mattress.

“I-im SO-SORRY” I scream into the mattress.

“Oh, you're sorry? If you were sorry you wouldn't be creaming all over my fucking. dick.” he says thirsting harder to annunciate his last two words as his head hangs low to look down at the white rim that's formed around the base of his cock.

“FUCKK” I whine out with tears starting to form in my eyes from the overstimulation. “CANT- CANT-TAKE” I muffle out as his hand pushes my head farther in the bed.

“You wanted this” he grunts “You take it” his hand travels down my body and starts to toy with my sensitive clit.

“OH BABY-” i scream out as my cervix begins to twitch around his cock signaling how close I was.

“Oh you think you're gonna cum soon?” he taunts rubbing faster on my clit as his thrusts begin getting sloppier.

“Pl-pl-please” I whisper yell to him.

“You're so fucking pathetic” he groans out using both hands and pressing my waist down the bed and rolling his hips into me getting deeper and kissing my cervix with his cock.

My legs began to shake and tremble “CLOSE” i choke out. his grip on my waist loosens up as he leans down and kisses my back.

“let it go, baby, let it all out” With that, the knot in my stomach breaks and I squirt all over the bed leaving a wet mess beneath me. “God damn baby you're so fucking sexy” he leaves small kisses on my neck as his thrusts got even sloppier.

“Oh fuck” he buries his head in my neck and groans as his cum begins to shoot out of him filling my hole of his cum.

He softly pulls out of me rolling me over now laying on my back and gives me a soft peck on the lips.

“Let me clean you up, yeah?” he smiles down at me and I shoot him a small smile back.

He throws on the same pair of sweatpants from earlier and walks softly and carefully to the bathroom wetting a small rag and bringing it back into the room.

“You did amazing, Y/N” he smiles up at me as he carefully runs the warm wash rag down my legs and anywhere else that was covered in cum.

“I am sorry about getting us caught, I know that we didn't want to go public just yet” I softly whisper as he makes his way next to me bringing me into his arms and placing a kiss down on my head.

“Hey, don't worry about it. We'll figure it out in the morning. But for now, just get some sleep," he says, running his fingers through my hair and occasionally kissing my head. We eventually drifted asleep, intertwined with each other.

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A/N PT 2 HI LOVES!! IDK how to feel ab this one but i hope you guys enjoyed it! I hope you're doing amazing!! And have an amazing day/night/evening!!

Xoxo

Gabs 💋

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo

[bitbugbites-cod]

𝙹𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜, 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 | 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Ghost's car sucks -- always breaking down at the worst times. This time, it broke down on Valentine's Day -- right as you were about to leave the house.

ao3 link

word count: ~1.3k

gender: fem! reader

cw: (light) ANGST, FLUFF // arguing lol

a/n: this was going to be longer and include smut, but I'm tired and going to bed so I might make a part two and post it tmr -- but who knows!

p.s. -- screw valentine's day i HATE being single

You said nothing. He said nothing. The two of you just sat.

You shifted in your seat, the leathery seat of the car sticking to your wet thigh, begging it to stay where it was placed. You didn’t comply. 

The man next to you in the driver’s seat, Simon, tapped the wheel, his chest puffing up, then down, with a repressed sigh. It annoyed you the way he never had anything to say – and it annoyed you even more the way he looked so fucking good while doing it.

It was a loud sigh, though. You were surprised you were even able to hear it – rain was thundering down, making loud thunks as it collided with the tinted glass that shielded you from the weather outside of Simon’s Jeep. Which, to note, is a busted-up, no-good piece of junk. It was originally a 2013 Wrangler model that he bought used, and no matter how many times it broke down, he always refused to buy a new car. You can’t begin to count how many times you’ve watched him grumble about it making a funny noise or not starting up before rolling up his sleeves and putting himself under the hood. 

He never understood why you hated it so much – and to be honest, you didn’t either. Your closest hypothesis was that you were sick of finding oil stains on all of his clothes – or that you were tired of trying to go on dates, only to find that his car had broken down. Once again.

This was the case for tonight, at least.

Finally, he spoke, his voice sounding a dry kind of deep. It was what attracted you to him in the first place, but right now, you swore it was the most aggravating sound on earth.

“Another night, then, ‘love.”

Your heart dropped in your chest, your eyes hardening as your emotions bubbled. You felt so angry, so sad, you couldn’t speak. You could barely even breathe. 

“Another night?” you repeated, a scoff threatening to escape your throat.

He paused for a moment, before speaking again. “What do you want me to–”

“It’s fucking Valentine’s Day, Simon.” 

He let out a frustrated laugh, his calloused hands slapping against the wheel. “Fuckin’ hell, I know that–”

“Great. You know that. So then you should also know that ‘another night’ is–”

“What do you want me to do? ‘Huh? What should I do, ‘love? get out the car, pick you up ‘an carry you to the bloody place m’self?”

Adrenaline shot through your body, your blood racing through your veins as your eyes began to water. All you wanted was to go out for Valentine’s Day. To feel cared about. To know he loves you.

Grabbing the car door handle, you thrust the door open. The rain got louder, and without skipping a beat, you threw yourself out into the cold, wet atmosphere, slamming the door shut. You heard him yell after you, but you didn’t stop. You pulled your jacket closer to your body, trying not to slip as your heels collided with the slippery concrete. You were going back to the house, inside, where you would foreseeably spend the rest of the night in bed, sobbing, with him on the couch.

You fucking hated this. You hated how disappointing this was. How disappointed you were.

As you reached the front door of your shared home, you held the freezing key in hand, shaking as you attempted to unlock the lock. You regretted dressing up for tonight, wishing you spent your time on anything else instead. Anything.

You heard another Jeep door slam shut, small sloshes of puddles being brutally murdered by aggressive stomps, and you knew Simon and his stupid, heavy-ass boots were making their way toward you. 

God, him and his walk. Even that was driving you up the wall now.

“Y/N.” his voice boomed, fighting the thick, infuriating volume of the rain.

Believing in communication, you ignored him again. 

Nothing good would come from your mouth right now, and god forbid you opened it, he would learn so many new things about himself.

You would save it for later – when you didn’t want to verbally rip him limb by limb.

But then you felt his drenched hand on your shoulder, droplets of water flowing down your jacket sleeve.

“Y/N,” he repeated, and suddenly, something inside you snapped. 

You started to speak, anger coating your words, but you weren’t able to finish. “The ‘fuck do you want, Simo–” 

Within a millisecond, you watched him lean over, scoop you up by the legs, and start carrying you bridal style down the street. 

You paused, saying nothing as he carried you. He said nothing, too. The both of you said nothing together.

It was like something had reset in your brain – you went from being angry, to confused, to shocked. You had no idea what he was doing, no idea what he was thinking. Hell, you had no idea what you were even thinking – you were so taken aback, that you weren’t even sure you had any thoughts left in your head. Which, is a miracle, considering how many new adjectives you came up with about two minutes prior, for this situation alone. 

You felt the rain soak your skin and outfit, some of it landing on Simon first, sliding down his broad, suited shoulders before coating you. His walk was rough and rugged, you bouncing slightly in his arms as he moved the two of you down the sidewalk. Despite how angry you were a couple of minutes ago, you were being calmed by the second just feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the pumping of his heartbeat, the sound of his breathing.

“Simon?” you spoke, sounding cautious.

He said nothing, only looking down, his brown eyes meeting yours as his wet, blonde hair messily stuck to his forehead in small strands. He looked as dead on the inside as usual, but there was something about his stare this time, that let you know he was sorry. It was almost sheepish, in an intimidating way. 

He is a confusing man.

Nonetheless, you went on with what you wanted to ask. “What…are you doing?”

“I’m walkin’ us to the date.” he said in a gruff, matter-of-fact way.

…

Silence passed between the two of you once more, before you started to crack a small smile, softly laughing at the man’s resolve to solve the problem. 

“I don’t think we’re ‘gonna make it there in time, ‘Monnie.” you said, playing along.

“I said another night, did’n I? We’re gonna get there – ‘just another night.” he quipped. 

You hid your face in your hands, trying to hold back your amusement. It was safe to say that you weren’t angry anymore, at least.

“We’re ‘gonna get hypothermia by then, I think, love?” you replied.

You watched him grin a little, his head moving back up to watch the area in front of him as he walked. “We’ll make a stop at the clinic after, then.”

You laughed, sighed, then laughed again thinking about the stupidity of the situation you were in right now. Simon laughed a little, too.

You started slapping his soaked dress shirt playfully, listening as it made a squelching noise before speaking. “Alright, alright, can we have the date at home instead so that we can skip the whole hospitalization part?”

“I suppose.” Simon replied lightheartedly before slowing to a stop, glancing down at you, changing directions, and walking back towards the direction of the house.

A grin was stuck on your face as the two of you passed by the glowing streetlamps and houses, all while the rain continued to pour down. Suddenly, you weren’t feeling as cold anymore, either – you were glad to be in Simon’s arms.

“You make things really fucking complicated, you know?”

“I know,” he answered.

#simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost angst #ghost fluff #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #cod x reader #call of duty #cod mw2 #x reader #cod x you #simon riley angst #cod angst #light angst #simon riley fluff #fluff #cod fluff #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley cod #cod oneshot #ghost oneshot #oneshot

[mylovelo-ak]

— crocheting a reversible octopus for the sully brothers

navi

one of the "human" things you loved to do even after becoming na'vi was crocheting. and what better than to crochet your lover a plush?

warnings: a swear word, kind of ooc?

a/n: reader is human turned na'vi; i love crocheting. last post maybe ?? for a few days bc school starts tmr!! haha!! kms!! might have mistakes im hella sleepy

lo'ak sully

— "what the fuck is that?"

you've crocheted lo'ak countless of things before, so he was no stranger to your habit and gifts

but this?

— "it looks like a head with a bunch of queues."

— "lo'ak! how dare you!"

when you finish crocheting he isn't less confused, he's even more puzzled when you start turning it inside out

— "it's reversible! isn't that cool?"

— "sure, if i knew what it is."

you explained that it was a reversible octopus to help him express his feelings

and lo'ak 100% keeps his feelings to himself bc he never wants to "burden" you

def the type to js be all pouty instead of outright telling you why he's upset

refuses to use it at first

— "why can't i just tell you how i feel?"

— "because you hardly ever do, lo'ak."

grumbles and finally gives in

one day you head back to your marui after a long day of hunting w aonung and tsireya

he looks jealous and upset but you can't tell

you js talk to him like normal until you realize he's giving you one-word responses

so u ask him if he's okay and he js

— "i'm !!! mad !!! i used ur octopoo and you still can't tell i'm mad !!!"

turns out the octopoo was hidden in a corner somewhere upset with u [ >:( ]

— "well maybe if you didn't hide the octopus, i could actually give you the kisses and cuddles you want."

starts using it like a voucher for kisses/hugs after that

sleeps with it when he misses you a lot

"lo'ak i'm so sorry—" you stopped, clamping your hand over your mouth to not wake the sleeping boy.

you planned to go stargazing with him a few hours earlier but now it was way past eclipse, and he, unfortunately, had fallen asleep. there was a knot in his eyebrows and a frown on his face. in his arms, the octopus was squeezed tightly, however that didn't hide the angry >:[ glare of it.

neteyam sully

— "is this for me?"

probably watched you crochet a lot

likes to keep track of what you make and helps motivate you

you make him model your work sometimes

— "(name) says this skirt is so slay."

— kiri: "slay???"

he found the octopus very cute, and was willing to try it out

— "so i just turn it inside out when i'm sad?"

neteyam strikes me as the type to be obvious about what he feels, but he wouldn't vocalize it per se, you'll have to be good at catching cues

shows it off a lot to his family

— "look what (name) made me !!"

— kiri: "is that slay too?"

the first thing you see when you go to see neteyam is the sad plush seated comfortably in his hands. he's looking out onto the water, seemingly deep in thought.

"hi, you wanna talk about it?"

he shook his head and leaned against you, head tilted on your shoulder. even though he felt a lot better being able to express his negative feelings a lot easier, he still felt shy about ranting.

but this was more than enough for him, having you beside him, synchronized hearts beating in understanding.

#atwow #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak #atwow x reader #avatar the way of the water #avatar x reader #lo'ak sully #neteyam #avatar #avatar 2 #neteyam headcannons #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #lo'ak headcannnons #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak headcannons #mature

[visualbutterflysworld]

girl you write sub!vininie so good i love it 🫦

gotta request for you !!!

if you haven’t already, how about one where vin & reader get into an argument because some girl commented on vinnies insta post (reader and vin have been together for a few months, but they’re relationship is private), so no one knows he’s not single.

the girl is so obviously hitting on / flirting w vin but he tells reader it’s not like that and that he swears up and down he only wants her

reader doesn’t fully believe him so she takes matter into her own hands and shows him who he’s with and who he belongs too

it’s to the point where she’s got him moaning and whining n callin her mommy (need this man like that rn thank yewww 😇)

I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE , im not used to requesting stuff but i feel like you would do an amazing job w this idea !!! <33

Streets | Vhackerr

warning: smut, low-key rough?, sub!vinnie, argument?, jealousy, organism denial, unprotected(birth control),

I gotcha !! This was supposed to come out tmr but I felt nice today.

Rage. Rage was what filled you. Vinnie had just posted on instagram and the comments were just him getting hit on and it pissed you off more today than usually.

Maybe it was because Vinnie decided to respond to one. This blue eyed bitch decide it would be cute to flirt with Vinnie in the comments and to him it seemed innocent but to you it wasn't.

This was one of the problems Vinnie and you faced since being in a private relationship. You knew how his fans could get and you liked your privacy. You not being in the limelight at all made things easier for you guys but, it was times like this where you wished he would make it public.

"Y/n? Are you even listening to me?" Vinnie shouted. "No, because you're just coming up with excuses on why she wasn't flirting with you." I said plainly. Vinnie sighed before wrapping his arms around you. "Baby, does it really matter? I only want you, you know that." "Really?" I scowled at him.

"Yes, tell me what you want, love. Do you want me on my knees?" I watched as Vinnie slowly began to fall to his knees. His hands resting on the back of my thighs. "I'll do anything you want to make you believe I'm yours." Vinnie said giving me puppy eyes.

I ran my fingers through his hair. "Touch yourself." I commend. "W-what?" Vinnie asked. "Touch yourself. Right here. Right now." I demanded. I heard the faintest whimper before Vinnie unbutton his pants and pulled out his number. He slowly began to stroke himself. "Like this mommy?" Vinnie stared up at me without stopping. I hummed in approval. I let him do this for a few seconds before telling him to speed up.

His head thrown back in pleasure. "Mommy, I'm about to come." "You are?" "Mmh." "Stop." I told him. Vinnie's eyes shot open as he paused his actions. "You don't get to come." I shrugged. "What? But. I." Vinnie stumbled his words. I kneeled down so we were eye to eye. "Good boys get to come and you haven't been a good boy now have you?" I asked.

Vinnie pouted, tears building up in his eyes almost. "I-I guess not." He swallowed. "That's correct. So you won't come unless I tell you so." I stood up and took a mental picture of this version of Vinnie. "I have work to do so find something to do."

Listen, I know it was mean but he had to learn who he belong to and he needed a good reminder. "Y/nnn." Vinnie whined. It had been a few hours and we were now in bed. "Y/n please. I need to come. I've been a good boy these past few hours. I even delated her comments, mommy." He kissed my neck.

“Is that so.” I move my hand down his waistband, slowly rubbing him. Poor thing had soaked his boxers. He moaned loudly from the contact. “Y-yes.” He began to claw at my beasts. Rubbing and squeezing them.

“I want one.” He whined. “What do you want baby?” “One of your boobs.” I smiled at his neediness. I stop stroking him. He pouted and whined but I quickly undressed him and myself. “Fuck, mommy. You’re so pretty.” He reached for me but I smacked his arms away. “No. No touching until I say.” I slowly crawled onto him and slowly lowered myself. Both of us moaning at the contact. I began to slowly move up and down.

“Fuck, m-mommy.” “Tell me, who does this dick belong to?” I place my hands on his chest holding myself up. “You, mommy! All you! Please, let me touch you.” He cried. I began to move faster. “Say it again! Who fucks you this good? Who gets you this hard?” I asked. “You, Y/n! Mommy! Fuck i-.” He threw his head back. “Please let me touch you.”

I leaned down and kissed his neck. “Touch me baby. Touch mommy wherever you want.” I whispered and a bunch of thank yous came out as he began to touch me all over. “Fuck mommy, I’m gonna come.” I fasten my pace. I moved my hand around his neck. Giving him a good squeeze.

“You’re gonna come?” He nods. “Look at me.” He struggles at first but looks at me. “I’m the only one who makes you come! You understand that?” He wraps his arms around my back fucking back into me. “Yes, mommy. Only you can make me come!” He yelled out.

I kiss him roughly and fasten up. “Gonna be a good boy and come with me?” I ask. He nods furiously. I kiss him roughly. “Then come baby. Come with me.” I whisper in his ear and let out a moan as I feel my climax take over me. He moans out and I feel him shoot a large load inside me. He fucks us through our high before he falls back on the bed, taking me with him.

We lay there awhile trying to catch our breath. Him still inside me. “I think we should let the public know you’re taken.” I lay my head on his shoulder. “Sounds good.” As he tightens his hold on me. “Good.”

🧍🏽‍♀️ ummm hope y’all enjoyed?

#vincent hacker #vinnie hacker #vhackerr #bwwm couples #bwwmromance #oneshot #love #lovers #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker smut

[slut4fictionalmen33]

Don’t Leave (gally)

Summary: Y/n goes with the rest of the boys and Gally begs her to stay

Warnings: language, angst, violence, Gally’s “death” tmr spoilers

Word count: 1.8k

This morning you woke up bright and early to a familiar sound of yelling. A meeting was being held downstairs about escaping this hell hole.

“We can’t leave!” Gally yelled. “I was stung. The world is not good out there. And most of all we have to keep Y/n safe.” He pointed to his room which held you at the moment.

“Gally I know you’re frustrated bu-…”

“I am not letting Y/n out there. Even if my life depends on it.” Gally stomped up the stairs to your shared room.

He caught you listening into the conversation and he knew he had to say something.

“Y/n they found a way out.”

“I heard. Why don’t you want to go?” You crossed your arms. “Why don’t you want to be free?”

“Y/n… I want to be free. I do. But you haven’t seen the outside world. The Flare. The Scorch.”

“But what if it’s not all bad? What if there’s a place out there we can all make it to safely?”

“I won’t let you go.” He said sternly.

“Fuck you!” You yelled stomping out of the room and down to breakfast.

~

“Gally wants you to meet him in the homestead.” One of the builders said. “He said it was urgent.”

“Okay thank you.” You patted his shoulder before walking off toward the homestead.

“Gally!” You called out.

“Up here!” He called from your room.

Once you got up there Gally was sitting on the bed fiddling with one of the bracelets you had made him when you first started dating.

“Gally?”

“Y/n. I’m so sorry. I shouldn't have been a shuck face. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Look Y/n.” Gally grabbed your hands in his and sat down on the edge of the bed in front of you. “I can’t have you go out there without me.”

“Then come with us!” You yelled, letting go of his hands. “Come with us.” You repeated crying softly.

“Oh baby, don't cry please.” He stood up wiping your tears.

“How am I not supposed to cry when you rip my heart into two pieces!”

“No… no I didn’t. I love you.” He begged.

“Gally I think this is over.”

“No Y/n please.” He pleaded, grabbing at your arm.

“We’re done.” You said coldly, rushing out of the room.

~

A week after you and Gallys breakup it was finally the day you got to leave this maze.

Everyone was getting whatever important items they had claimed over their time in the maze and packing for the journey.

You had already lost so many people and many had only agreed to leave to get away from the past.

Thomas had a plan to keep Gally distracted and hopefully get him to come with you. So when it was time the plan fell right into place.

A couple builders under Gallys orders dragged Thomas’ lifeless body across the glade, dropping him at the base of the pole. All the while Teresa thrashed trying to get out of the boys hold.

“This is stupid!” and “What the hell do you think you're doing?” Were the only things falling from her mouth continuously.

“Tie him up.” Gally ordered calmly but when the boys did not comply the first time he snapped. “Did you not hear me? Tie him up.” He ordered again.

The two boys picked him up and the plan went into action. Thomas elbowed the boys in the groin while Minho cut Teresa loose and You and Newt made sure the boys didn’t try anything.

Gally spun around in a circle trying to comprehend what just went down around him.

“This is your last chance to stay here or come with us.” Thomas looked at Gally but implied it to everyone.

“Gally, I think I'm with them.” Winston spoke up.

“Me too.” A few more boys started walking over to group with us.

‘Please’ You mouthed as he looked you directly in the eyes.

“Good luck.” Gally said before walking through our crowd.

“Alright let’s go.” Thomas murmured, running into the maze.

You were frozen. With fear. With sadness. With all of it. You couldn’t believe Gally wanted to stay there. You felt like breaking down and crying but before the tears could even form in your eyes you were being ushered by Newt into the maze.

The run was long and consecutive, rounding corners every few feet just to see another ivy covered wall.

Eventually you reached the blades. Which were steel plates that stretched the whole length of the maze walls.

~

You reached the griever hole, Thomas poking his head past the wall to get a good look. He quickly swiveled, back flush against the wall.

“Is there a griever?” Chuck asked, squeezing your hand. Thomas nodded, swallowing hard.

“Chuck, I need you to stay back with Y/n and Teresa. Everyone else… Do you trust me?”

A series of nods went around and Thomas started charging toward the exit. He screamed when he came in contact with the first griever fighting him off with his spear.

Suddenly a door that was invisible to the rest of the boys opened. “Thomas?!” You yelled walking through. “There’s a code.”

A code? Code! He thought. “Minho, what's the sequence of the maze?”

“What?!” Minho yelled, fighting off a particularly strong griever.

“The sequence to the maze!” Thomas yelled again.

“7…1…5…2…uh 6…4…” He was cut off by a griever falling right on top of him from the sky.

Minho struggled until Jeff gained the courage to jump on top of the culprit stabbing it with his weapon.

Minho escaped from under it but now Jeff was a victim. The griever thrashed as it started eating Jeff’s legs until the others started climbing in front of it.

“Jeff!” Winston yelled as Frypan dragged him backwards.

“Minho what’s the rest!” You yelled.

“uh… 6, 4, 3, 8.” He yelled stabbing at the grievers.

The walls above them started to close, crushing them instantly as you and the rest of the gladers got sucked into darkness.

~

You woke up in a hallway with a door labeled “EXIT”.

“Really?” Frypan said sarcastically, pulling the door open for everyone.

There were bodies everywhere, none of them alive. Many of them shot. Some were stabbed.

“What the hell?” You gasped stepping over the puddle of blood.

“They were watching us.” Newt said, walking over to a computer that showed various segments of the glade. But one thing that didn’t seem right was that Gally wasn't there.

Thomas watched for a minute then stared at the flashing red button under him before pressing it. A hologram popped up on where the glass used to be. An older lady with her hair tied back and bright red lipstick on.

“Hello, my name is Dr Ava Paige. I’m director of operations at the World Catastrophe Killzone Department. If you’re watching this it means you’ve successfully completed the maze trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you but circumstances seem to have prevented it.”

Everyone stared as this woman you had never seen spoke to you about some three years of your life and how it had all been a trial.

“I’m sure by now you must all be very confused… angry…frightened. I can only assure you that everything that’s happened to you… everything we’ve done to you. It was all done for a reason. You won’t remember but the sun has scorched our world.” You stood there in shock once again. Gally was right and now there was nothing you could do.

“Billions of lives lost to fire… famine… suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable. What came after was worse. We called it the flare.” And a viewing of a flare victim was shown on the screen. He was violent, black goo dripping down his face, thrashing under the nurses hold.

“A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent. Unpredictable. Incurable. Or so we thought. In time a new generation emerged that could survive the virus, suddenly there was a reason to hope for a cure. But finding it would not be easy.” Chuck looked at you strangely for your teary eyes. You had pieced this puzzle together.

“The young have to be tested, even sacrificed inside harsh environments where their brain activity could be studied. All in an effort to understand what makes them different, what makes you different. You may not realize it but you’re very important. Unfortunately, your trials have only just begun. As you’ll no doubt soon discover not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow, people are scared. It may be too late for us, for me, but not for you. The outside world awaits. Remember WCKD is good.” She said right before grabbing her gun and killing herself right in front of a bunch of teenagers. As if everything she had done wasn’t enough.

Most of everyone looked away, a few so hooked they couldn’t look away that was until a familiar voice caught your ear.

“We can’t leave.” Gally said, gun in his shaky hand.

“Gally?” You questioned stepping towards him. “Gally what’s wrong with you?”

“We can’t leave.” He repeated raising the gun.

“Gally no.” You put your hands out.

“Get out of the way Y/n.” He ordered, aiming the gun at Thomas.

“We belong to the maze.” He said pulling the trigger. Chuck jumped in front of Thomas shielding him from death while Minho threw his spear across the room and right into Gallys chest. He fell to the floor gasping for air. Short breaths in. Short breaths out.

You stood there shaking, turning between Gally and your friends. You ran over to Gally and fell to your knees in front of his body.

“Gally please. Don’t leave. I don’t hate you. I love you. I hurt you. I'm sorry. I-…”

“Y/n I-I l-love y-you.” He choked out reaching up to caress your cheek.

“I love you too, I need you to stay with me.” You grabbed his hand. You bathed in the affection until Newt and Minho had to pull you off of him.

“No! We can’t leave him! I won’t leave him!” You thrashed as they carried you to the helicopter.

“Y/n he’s dead.” Winston broke the news to you.

“No he’s not you dumb shuck! He was alive when you carried me out! He’s alive.” They placed you in the helicopter. “I have to get him.” You told Newt.

“I know love. You’ll meet him again.” He caressed your head similarly to how Gally would after a long day.

You cried into his chest until you fell asleep on him. Falling deep into slumber dreaming about your dead boyfriend.

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[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Play me something?

Newt x masc!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse)

Summary: reader is a good singer but also an awkward mess and Newt is just gay panicking over voice cracks (Thomas is a little shit who somehow snuck a whole ass guitar in the Box. Just go with it)

Warnings: none really, language

"Thomas, what are you doing?" hisses Teresa.

"Relax, it'll be fun. God knows they need a little happiness in there these days." He lifts a blanket from a crate of tools and covers the guitar.

"You're gonna get caught."

"It's fine, there's technically no rules for this." Thomas shrugs with a grin, and Teresa rolls her eyes.

⭒----⭒

"Hey, what's that?" Gally whips the cover off a weirdly shaped item.

"A guitar?" you say in surprise as the instrument is revealed.

"Nice," comments Winston, jumping in to grab it from Gally. "Who plays?" he asks, holding it aloft.

You press your lips together nervously. You've got a weird feeling; something in you just knows that you could play.

Minho nudges you with his arm, raising his eyebrows; he knows your expressions too well.

You shake your head furiously as he opens his mouth to give you up.

No way you're playing in front of this whole crowd.

"What's goin' on?"

You're distracted from Minho's antics as Newt returns, having settled the Greenie wherever he needs to be.

Your heart quickens as he brushes your arm, standing just a little too close as he watches Ben strum out some discordant chords.

Pull yourself together, he's literally just standing next to you.

"Shucking hell, they gave us a guitar? Weird. Either of you play?" asks Newt, turning to you and Minho.

"Well, I don't... but you know who might..." starts Minho with a shark's grin.

"We've got to go on our run," you interrupt, stomping on his foot before grabbing his arm and shoving him away.

"Oh, uh- okay," says Newt, looking slightly confused.

"You alright there?" you ask. He seems a little put out.

"Oh, yeah, fine. I just thought you had the morning off."

"Oh." A beat passes. "I'm on the early run today," you clarify.

"Right."

The silence stretches, until you awkwardly turn away. "Okay, I'm gonna go now."

"Yeah, see ya." He nods and smiles as though that exchange wasn't completely excruciating.

You turn and see Minho leaning on a wall, facing you with a teasing grin.

"Newtie-boy missin' your company?"

You roll your eyes, flipping him off as you step into the Maze.

"I'm praying for a Griever," you mutter.

Minho's laugh rings out behind you as you start off towards Section 3.

⭒----⭒

"Alright, I wrestled it away from Ben. He sounds like actual shit, by the way." Minho walks into the Runners hut holding the guitar.

"I'm not playing," you say flatly, turning back to the Map.

"Come on," he whines. "Promise I won't tell anyone else 'till you're ready. Just play one song."

"Why?" you ask sceptically.

"I'm just curious!" he insists. "Go on, Y/n." He forces the guitar into your hands.

"Fine." You bite your lip apprehensively as your fingers find the notes, purely through muscle memory. "Just one song," you say, flicking your eyes up to Minho.

"Yep," he nods.

You start strumming lightly with your hand, picking up the pace and volume as you gain confidence. Hey, it doesn't sound too bad.

You close your eyes as you start singing nervously. It's a little shaky, but you get through the whole song.

When you finish, you open your eyes and turn to Minho worriedly.

"Well?"

"Dude. What the fuck."

"What?" Shuck, were you that bad?

"That was shuckin' amazing!" exclaims Minho incredulously.

"Oh." You fumble for words, pushing down the fluttering in your stomach as you try not to dance happily.

"Your surprise is a little insulting," you deadpan instead.

"Seriously, Y/n. Your voice is insane. You're really good."

"Really?" you say, giving in to your impulse to smile widely, bouncing on your feet.

"Honest, man. Hey, you have to play for other people."

"I- Actually?"

"Hell yes, they've got to hear this. Shucking hell. Play another one."

"Okay," you say, feeling hyped up now.

"Hey, oh!" Greg and Tim, another two Runners, walk in. "Y/n's got the guitar!"

"Go on, play something for us," encourages Tim.

Minho gives you a supportive grin, and you decide shuck it.

Your hands return to the strings, and you start singing again.

⭒----⭒

It becomes a daily occurrence.

Minho will come in after a run and hand you the guitar. "Play something, Y/n."

The Runners will get bored of mapwork and ask you to play a song.

You play for Frypan too, and Gally.

You even sing one for Alby, which was insane but cool.

It's been really fun, actually, and you start feeling yourself get more comfortable and confident, happy to play for almost anyone now.

...Except for one awkward moment.

You're strumming the intro to a song in the Council Hall with Minho and Chuck, when Newt walks in.

His voice floats in from the door. "Council meeting in 10 minutes," he announces.

You stop playing immediately, hand dropping from the strings as you freeze.

"Hey, finish your song though," he says, grinning at you. "It sounds good so far."

"Uh- that was the end," you lie, setting the guitar to the side. "We'll clear out for the meeting," you say, taking Chuck's arm and heading out.

The door swings shut behind you, and Newt turns to Minho, blinking confusedly.

Minho groans, dropping his face into his hands.

"Did I... do something to him?" asks Newt.

"Oh, you do a lot to him," mutters Minho.

"What?"

"Nothing. Let's just get this meeting going."

⭒----⭒

After that embarrassment, you avoid Newt for a while.

Honestly, this crush is getting in the way of your friendship.

You used to just act normal and easy around Newt, comfortable in your relationship.

You loved spending time with him, having conversations that flowed for hours and laughing together during card games from the pack the Creators sent up.

Sure, you always liked him a little, but you could deal with a minor attraction.

But then Gally, of all people, sat you down and had a proper chat with you, and you'd realised that your tiny attraction was a full-blown crush.

Unfortunately, this means you're now always flustered around him, trying not to make a fool of yourself or show that you're head over heels for him.

Great.

⭒----⭒

With you holding back on your interactions with Newt, the boy is starving for your attention.

Completely unbeknownst to you, of course.

He walks up to the Runners' hut one day, looking for you, and freezes when he hears your voice.

You're messing around since it's just a chill day, playing and singing half to yourself while Minho maps out the day's route.

But for Newt, it's the first time he's heard your singing voice.

It's warm and husky and a little rough, but it's the best thing he's ever heard.

He's standing outside the hut, invisible to you, so you obviously don't see his reaction when your voice cracks.

Shucking hell, you're actually giving him a heart attack.

Inside, you roll your eyes as Minho snorts at your cracking, unpractised voice.

You don't notice Newt's silent (gay) panic as his stomach flips turbulently from the voice crack.

What the fuck.

He's actually spinning out right now.

He's silently combusting outside the hut, until he hears Minho say something to you. "Hang on, I'll be back in a minute," and then footsteps sound towards the door.

Newt doesn't move as Minho steps out and sees him.

"Shuck," mutters Minho, grabbing Newt by the elbow and dragging him away.

⭒----⭒

"Newt," moans Minho, slouched back on a chair in the Council Hall. "This has been happening for months. Can you just tell him how you feel already? It's not funny anymore, it's just sad."

"His voice," says Newt.

"I know, I know. It's amazing, and you're wonderstruck, and in love, and somehow turned on by the voice crack."

"The voice crack," repeats Newt.

"God," says Minho, close to banging his head against a wall. "Just tell him, please."

"I can't," groans Newt, tugging on his hair. "Haven't you seen how he's been acting around me lately? I stuffed something up, obviously."

Minho rolls his eyes. "He's just nervous cause he likes you too, for shuck's sake. It's not that deep."

"I don't know."

"Okay, if I can confirm it for you, will you please ask him out?"

"I mean, I guess..."

"Great," says Minho, standing up. "Gimme like two seconds."

⭒----⭒

"Hey, Y/n, can I ask you something?" asks Minho, coming back into the hut.

You're oblivious to what just happened.

"Sure," you respond, fingers absentmindedly strumming a few chords.

"Why don't you play for Newt?"

You pause.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, don't bother with that. You know I know you've got a massive crush on the guy, just admit it already."

There's no point, you decide.

"Fine. I like him. And I'm nervous to play for him."

"Why?"

"Cause it maybe you're all just way too supportive, and I actually suck. Or maybe I'll mess up, cause he'll be watching. Or I could, you know, die. Should I go on?"

"Y/n," says Minho exasperatedly. "You could be the worst singer in the world, and he'd still be genuinely applauding at the end."

"He is gone for you. He's just marginally better at hiding it. Trust me."

Then he says, "Wait here," and leaves.

⭒----⭒

Minho returns quickly, dragging a certain blonde boy behind him, who protests weakly on the way to the hut.

"Y/n," calls Minho. "Newt has something to tell you."

He shoves Newt in and walks out, shutting the door behind him.

"Uh," starts Newt. "Hi."

You blink at him. "...hi?"

"Shuck, okay. So Minho, actually, forget Minho. I wanted to tell you something."

"What is it?" you ask, setting the guitar down beside you.

"I like you. As in, I like you a lot. Meaning, I like you so damn much I have to stop myself from kissing you every time I see you."

"Oh."

Newt winces. "That last part wasn't supposed to come out."

"I don't know," you say, a grin spreading across your face. "I liked the sound of it."

Newt's eyes jump to your face, before he steps forward, closing the distance between you and capturing your lips.

You kiss back immediately, unable to stop smiling into the kiss.

"I like you too," you say as you break for air.

Newt laughs. "I'd hoped so."

Then his eyes fall on the guitar, leaning on the table beside you.

"Play me something?"

You smile and pick up the guitar, fingers settling on the frets as usual.

Then you pause. "Would a romantic song be too much right now?"

Newt grins in response, blushing slightly. "Of course not."

Voice cracks are attractive y'all

Hope you enjoyed my first masc!reader post, please give me feedback if anything needs to be changed

#the maze runner #newt x you #newt x reader #tmr newt x reader #my writing #male reader

[the-fiction-witch]

Over Heated

Media TMR TST

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet

Requested

Hi. Can I request an imagine where I faint from heat exhaustion in the Scorch?

I did my best to climb yet another tall sand dune hearing my heart beating, gasping and wheezing hard though the scarf. My whole body ached beyond anything I had ever known I couldn't imagine what it was like for the non runners among us, it's very clear to me I'm good at distance from the maze but not this climbing and sand dunes nonsense. You spend an hour and all your energy climbing to the top of a dune only to see you haven't got anywhere and you've got to make it all the way back down to go up the next one. All with this merciless heat beating down burning your skin, heating up the many layers we had to wear to protect from the vicious sandy winds. When we reached the top yet again it became clear all the effort and work of the last hour had gotten us maybe a few feet the sun beating down unhindered by a single cloud, my body pretty much just gave the fuck up.

My body hit the soft sand, hard and painful. But my mind just went utterly black boiling in the heat.

Slowly a voice bridged the darkness…

"Y/n! Y/n! Love please." It was newt that was obvious from his voice and the fact no one else calls me love the more I focused on his voice the more the darkness seemed to clear my body cooler, my breaths steadier "love please please…"

"newt?"

"Yes! Yes it's me. It's me. Your okay. Your fine. You just got a little overheated love" he reassured stroking my cheek sweetly "you okay?" He asks as I slowly opened my eyes seeing I was laid on the backseat of a half buried car long since abandoned and withered by the elements he stood by the removed door with a smile

"I think so" I nodded sitting up

"Whoa, whoa careful."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Making camp for tonight, your in no state to be going anywhere tonight"

"Sorry -"

"It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry for love. Honestly of it wasn't you I think it would have been me not long after" he says "i saw you fall so I got us all to stop, boys helped me carry you here"

"Thank you newt" I smiled giving his cheek a little kiss

"Ohh uhh your welcome. Get a little more rest we'll get moving in the morning" he reassured before going to help the others 

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[petrichor-idyllic]

Heyy first of i want to say that i really enjoy your writting! I think its incredible! I wanted to ask if you can write a minho x reader with she/her pronouns where the reader and minho meet outside of the glade? like in the scorch trials and when they arrive in save haven they slowly fall for each other? I hope this isnt too complicated 😅

(sorry english Isnt my first language 😬)

I'm loving all the post-tmr requests atm, it lets me add some variation to my writing :))

Though I'm slowing down on the longer pieces because they take so damn long, so this might not be as descriptive- sorry if it's not quite what you wanted.

This took longer than I thought it would to get out because I couldn't settle on a plot, but I think I got there eventually.

IT TAKES TIME

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Right Arm Member!Fem!Reader x Minho. Movie based fic for simplicity.

You've been a member of the Right Arm for a while, and things are finally starting to wind down in preparation for moving to the Safe Haven. Which is where you meet Minho. After things go wrong, you focus on helping those remaining, only to be surprisingly reunited with the boy you only met once- but haven't stopped thinking about.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some violence.

Somehow, you've survived this long.

Despite the odds, you're still here. You never thought it would happen, but now you're surrounded by like-minded people, and the end is in sight.

You're sat with Vince and Dr Mary Cooper, along with some random teenagers you rescued from WCKD's Mazes. You know, the usual. The three of you come from very different walks of life.

Mary is an ex-WCKD scientist who used to actually experiment on the kids you've spent the last few months trying to save. You were a Scorch-bound thief who tried to swipe Right Arm gear and got swept into the mayhem. Vince is kind of a mystery- he doesn't really like talking about his life.

When he caught you, you managed to prove yourself useful, and you quickly joined the ranks of the higher end of the Right Arm- despite being considerably younger.

You shuffle on the box you've decided to turn into a seat, looking over Vince's messy plans. It's basically a foreign language to you, but as long as it makes sense when he tells you what to do, you're not really bothered.

He's more stressed than usual, and Mary is running around like a maniac trying to sort out medical supplies before the move.

It's definitely not an easy situation.

But it's nearly over.

"(Y/N)! Vince!" You look over your shoulder, hearing Harriet's familiar voice as she approaches you in the distance- a group of unfamiliar faces behind her.

"Who the fuck are they?" You grumble to your boss. Due to being born and raised in the Scorch, you tend to be more forward and slightly less lenient. Especially towards new people.

"Not a clue."

The group approaches you, and Vince stands first.

Harriet seems pleased, and Sonya is talking to one of the boys, and it doesn't take a genius to be able to tell that they know each other.

Harriet has proved herself beyond useful and you put a lot of faith in her. She's a dedicated leader with sharp wits and a sharper tongue; not to mention she's incredibly intelligent- so why she's brought a group of strangers here without permission is beyond you.

"I thought the Right Arm was supposed to be an army," an Asian boy states, not yet caught on to Vince's presence as he walks towards them, with you reluctantly following.

"Yeah, we were," the group freezes as Vince speaks up. "This is all that's left of us."

You stand behind him, examining each of the group as they blankly stare at Vince. That's until you look at the boy that had previously spoken- who, for some reason, is looking at you.

He's handsome, about the same age as you and is well built. His hair looks suspiciously good for someone who has been through the Scorch. Then again, somehow, the majority of the group seem relatively unscathed.

"Lotta good people died getting us this far," Vince continues as you hold the boys gaze, only breaking eye contact when he looks away, finally cracking under the pressure.

"Who are they?" Vince finally asks.

"They're Immunes," Harriet responds,almost sounding bored. "Caught 'em coming up the mountain."

"You check 'em?" Your ends land on a girl. Her hair is short and she's pretty short- but she's sickly pale and almost a shade of purple. Something is definitely not right.

"I know this guy, Aris," Harriet points to one of the boys, "I trust him."

"Well, I don't. Check 'em-"

"Vince-" he grab his arm, stepping forward and gaining his attention, he looks at you as you point at the girl "-I don't know about you, but she ain't look like a Munie to me."

As if on cue, the girl gasps, her eyes rolling into the back of her head before she collapes. Falling forward, she crashes into the ground, surely conscious.

"Brenda! Brenda!" The elder of the group dives to her side and Vince looks at you.

"What's goin' on?" You shrug, but pull a pistol from its sheath attached to your leg.

The man pulls Brenda up, letting her head fall backwards as he cradles her.

"I'm sorry," she gasps, "I'm sorry."

"What's going on with her?" Vince asks- but you know. You were raised around Cranks. Hell, you were raised by Cranks. The Flare affects people differently; some people could go for months before even showing signs, and others were a couple of hours.

The scavengers and people you surrounded yourself with were picked off by the virus, one by one.

You know what it looks like better than anyone.

"I don't know," the man says. "Brenda, are you alright?"

Vince spots a bandage on Brenda's leg, peeling it away and revealing a bite mark. "Oh shut!" He dives back and your suspicions are confirmed.

You immediately point the gun at her. You're not risking everything for this random girl. Vince does the same. "Crank! We got a Crank!"

"No! No!" The group immediately splits, with one of the teenagers diving in and blocking Vince whilst the man is grabbed by two of your own men, yanking him away.

"Stay back!" Vince yells but the boy doesn't move.

"This just happened, okay? She's not dangerous yet." The boy tries to bargain but you just scoff.

"You shouldn't have brought her here!"

"I know."

"We let Cranks in here now, the Safe Haven doesn't last a week!"

"I understand," the boy continues to argue, but you're more than ready to end this, "Alright, just listen. Please. Please, okay? I told her that you could help."

Brenda is panting on the floor. Her body is limp and gasping. You feel bad for her.

"There's gotta be something you can do."

"Yeah, there is," you step forward, "we can put her out of her misery."

You cock your gun and the still restrained man keeps screaming "no". You suck in a deep breath, preparing yourself to pull the trigger when a familiar voice stops you.

"(Y/N)! That's enough!" Maty shouts from behind you. "Vince; let him go!" She marches over, repeating herself. "Let him go!"

The men do as she says and you lower your gun, even if Vince doesn't do the same. "She's infected, Doc. There's nothing we can do for her."

"No, but he can," Mary looks at the boy that was trying to bargain, making you and Vince exchange puzzled looks. "Hello, Thomas."

Like something out of a comedy skit, the other four teenage boys look at each other. And then, for some reason, look at you for an answer- which you don't have. So, you just shrug, looking at Vince.

Who also just shrugs.

"You know me?" Thomas asks as Vince lowers his gun.

"Interesting. It makes sense they'd put you in the Maze." Mary walks over to the sick girl. "Though, I must admit, I was worried they'd kill you after what you did."

"What I did?" Thomas manages to stammer out.

"The first time we spoke, you said you couldn't take it anymore, watching your friends die, one by one. The last time we spoke, you gave me the coordinates of every WCKD compound, trial and lab."

"He was our source," Vince looks at Thomas in some kind of awe.

"We couldn't have pulled all this off without him. Take her to the tent," Mary instructs the nearest guys, "and get these guys some warm clothes."

She instructs Thomas to follow her, leaving you and Vince with the confused group of teenagers.

He blinks blankly as they wait for a response. He looks at Harriet and Sonya before he looks at you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Deal with this."

"Wait, what?" Vince immediately turns around, walking away even though you're speaking to him. "Why do I have to deal with this?"

"Because I said so!" He shouts over his shoulder. "Just do it!"

You turn back to the boys, and the remaining girl, swallowing and composing yourself for a second- you're not a people person. You don't deal with people; Vince does.

But since Vince has decided to pussy out, apparently it's now your job.

"Are, uh... are you guys hungry?"

One of them shrugs, he has dark skin and a contagious smile. "Sure, I could eat."

"Alright, follow me, I guess." You turn around, the boys behind you exchanging another round of nervous glances before doing as you say.

You can hear the mumbling behind you, even if Sonya and Harriet have decided to tag along; mainly so they can bond with Aris and catch up. You can hear them explaining some basic things- stuff about Dr Cooper, how things work around here, the departure at first light, etc. Nothing you need to pay attention to, at least.

The boldest of the group becomes apparent pretty fast. "So, you help Vince run this joint?" The Asian boy from before sparks up a conversation, and you squint at him.

"That's right."

"How'd that happen?" You shoot a glare his way. "I mean, you look pretty young- compared to Vince and... uh..."

"Mary?"

"Yep," he clicks his tongue as you remind him of the name. "That's the one. You don't quite fit in with them; a leader, a doctor, and a teenage girl- how'd that happen?"

"What's your name?" You ask, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. He's curious, that's for sure. You might as well learn the name of your interrogator.

"Minho," he states, "and you're (Y/N), right?"

"Hm, well observed," you hum, "can't remember the name of the woman who's saving your friend's life, but you can remember mine?"

This seems to catch him off-guard, and his bold demeanour slips for just a second. "Well, what can I say? It's memorable."

You reach a small table, signalling for them to sit down before you call someone over, instructing them to bring food.

"So, you gonna answer my question or what?"

"Trust Minho to start flirting with the first girl he sees," a boy you're pretty sure you heard someone call Frypan says, earing a sharp kick to the shin from Minho.

You scoff, deciding to ignore the comment as you take your own seat. "I'm a lowlife thief, to answer your question." Minho raises his eyebrow at you, silently pushing you to continue.

"Lived my whole life in the Scorch; everyone- family, friends, you name it -caught the Flare and died. I'm the last man standing. Used to fuck about stealing shit from WCKD, then ended up tryna swipe guns off of these assholes. Obviously, I didn't know it was the Right Arm, but Vince liked my uh... what did he call it? Spark? Whatever, doesn't matter- but that's how I ended up here."

Minho hums. "That's quite the story."

You shrug. "Not really. Ask anyone here; we've all got the same sob-story. Well, not you guys, I guess. Can't imagine what you've all been through."

Somehow, this leads into a brief conversation about the Maze and what the boys have been through, including actual introductions. The only girl, Teresa, has been so quiet you've barely even acknowledged her presence, until she stands up and walks away without saying a word.

The group eats, and eventually, you leave, choosing to let Sonya and Harriet catch up with Aris, and the boys settle down before moving again.

You find Vince, continuing your discussion of plans when he makes a surprising comment.

"You've definitely got his attention."

"What?" You perk your head up, blinking from your seat in the shade. Vince nods his head towards the Gladers, who have decided to take their seats on top of a slight hill. Minho, once again, holds your gaze.

He's not shy. That's for sure.

"See," he scoffs.

"I think you're looking too much into this." You look away, back to your plans. "I've done literally nothing to gain any attention."

"Yeah, well, by the sounds of things, these boys haven't really seen any girls, remember?"

"They literally arrived with two." He glares at you, obviously jokingly, which makes you chuckle. "What does it matter? Have you reached the low point of indulging yourself in teenagers' non-existent love lives?

"Ha-ha," he says dryly, making you genuinely grin at him.

You might not have known Vince long, but him and Mary are the closet you have to family.

Which is probably why what happens next hurts so much.

Teresa's betrayal happened so fast you could barely even process it and the entire thing is kind of a blur in your mind.

WCKD blasted through the remaining Right Arm like it was nothing. They killed Mary and kidnapped Minho, along with several other Immunes.

It was a hard blow.

Vince made the executive decision to leave you in charge of the Safe Haven. After the events of the betrayal, the remainder of the people either decided to help Thomas or retreat to safety. With Mary gone and Vince still leading the rebellion, you're now in charge of the peaceful Safe Haven.

Even if anxiety eats at you every day.

You're left entirely in the dark, waiting every day for Vince and the others to show up.

And every day ends the same; you're still in charge and you're still stressed.

It's shit, to be honest.

Just over six months pass, and you change a lot. You've gone from the slightly sarcastic nihilistic thief that Vince recruited to a well-respected leader who cares for her people.

"Ma'am!" One of your men bursts into the medical tent where you're cheering up a pregnant lady that you've befriended. Her partner got killed at the battle and you've become close, often helping her in the medical tent.

You look over at him, shock plastered on his face. "They're here."

You don't say anything as you rush out of the tent, the blaring mechanical beating sounds of the Berg come to a halt as you start to sprint across the sand. The doors of the Berg open, and for a second, you're thrilled.

Until you see a bleeding and unconscious Thomas. "What happened?" You ask as you arrive at the Berg.

Definitely not the reunion you wanted.

"He got shot," Vince struggles along with the help of Jorge and some random dude you've never met.

You rush them to the medical tent, enlisting the help of one of your trained doctors, who immediately assembles a small group to prep for surgery.

"You've grown up," you meet Vince at a secluded part of the Safe Haven, his back towards you as he soaks in the ocean in the distance. He doesn't even need to look to know it's you.

"I'm not sure I agree with that," you scoff.

"You have, kid. People have been gushing about you since I got back- you've achieved a lot."

"Still got a lot to learn, though."

"Don't we all?" A silence settles in, the shadows on his face are dark and his hair is much longer.

"What happened, Vince?" He looks at you, almost like he's in physical pain.

He explains everything. The struggles they've all faced that you weren't present to bear witness to and the losses. He explains that Gally is a boy that the Gladers used to know and he helped them into the Last City. Which is where they'd lost Newt and Teresa helped them escape, only to fall victim to the crumbling WCKD tower.

They're safe now, but healing isn't going to be easy.

You spend the next couple of hours letting Vince take over your duties, and showing him around. It's nice to feel the weight be lifted off of your shoulders, but some of the folk you've been tending to seem reluctant for you to pass the torch back.

Once night falls, and Thomas is up walking again, you catch a glimpse of the boys you'd met once. And for some reason, the urge to talk to them comes over to you.

"Well," you say as you approach from behind, "I honestly thought I'd never see you assholes again." You step over a box, using it as a seat.

"Same to you, shuck-face," Minho grins at you and you scoff.

"Yeah, I still don't understand your shitty Maze insults," you drop your head, smiling to yourself before pulling it back up again. "Seriously, it's good to see you guys."

"(Y/N), I'm assuming?" An unfamiliar boy asks and you nod as he holds his hand out for you to shake. "Gally."

"Ah, yes- Vince mentioned you." You take his hand in a firm grip, stiffly shaking.

"All good things, I hope."

"Please, he barely has anything to say at all."

Minho clears his throat, bringing your attention back to him. "Heard you've been running the joint, that true?"

"Aye, well, someone had to," you stretch slightly. "Can't complain, though- this place is full of people willing to do what I say."

"You letting the power get to your head, yet?" You jut your lip out at him and he grins.

The conversation is cut short as you listen to Vince's speech, watching as the boys get up one by one to carve names into the stone.

The boys seem to settle surprisingly fast, and with your status, your moments with them are cut to few and far between.

"Hey," you look up, the voice pulling you out of your daydreams. You normally spend the early mornings in Safe Haven sitting on the sand, letting the water splash at your feet hours before anyone else has woken up. Except this morning, you're apparently not the only early bird.

"Hey," you respond as Minho sits next to you.

"Do you even sleep?" He scoffs. You're normally the last person to go to bed and the first person to rise.

"Eh, depends on the day," you joke, sending a friendly smirk his way.

You sit in a comfortable silence for a while, until you clear your throat.

"I'm sorry about your friend," you say, and he smiles sadly. "I'm sorry about everything you went through. Vince has told me what he knows- Thomas has mentioned pieces, and it sounds horrible but that doesn't compare to the actual thing."

"Yeah, it's kinda weird, yanno? Feels like I've been on survival mode for so long, I don't know what to do with myself now."

"Yeah," you nod along, "I get that."

"What was it like? Living in the Scorch?"

"I'm sure Brenda and Jorge have told you all about it," you stare off into the sea, watching the waves roll over themselves.

"They've told me about their side of things- but Jorge has a whole group of psychos doin' his bidding until klunk hit the fan when we showed up. Haven't really told us anything about the Scorch."

"It was... Hard. Years of contact survival, moving one place to the next when someone got infected. It was just years of damage control that never really worked."

This became a routine. You and Minho would get up early, meet on the beach, and spend your time until the others woke up talking.

It's actually kind of nice.

Turns out, Minho isn't always sarcastic and full of wit; he's actually surprisingly emotionally intelligent and you confide a lot in each other.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't started to develop feelings for the boy. How could you not?

You'd never had a crush on someone before. You didn't have time in the Scorch and no one stuck around long enough to develop much relationship. But this is different.

You're safe here.

And unbeknownst to you, Minho feels the exact same way.

"What the hell are you doing?"

It'd been weeks now. Minho gushed about you to the Gladers, who made nudging gestures and knowing glances to each other. They'd been pushing him to make an actual move for what felt like forever.

Though, they didn't mean to stand shirtless in the salt water at the crack of dawn.

"Goin' for a swim? What's it look like?"

"Dude, it's like five in the morning- I'm not fucking up my hair this early," you stand with your arms crossed, head tilted.

"Aw, c'mon, you gotta slim it, Captain- you're runnin' round here every day. Just tryna help ya relax."

"I'm plenty relaxes- No! Hey! Don't come near me!" Minho plows through the water, grasping towards you. "No! Minho! I swear to-"

You manages to grab your wrist, yanking you towards him and you shreik as he pulls you in with him. The water consumes you and the taste of salt is overwhelming.

"You prick!" You voice breaks as Minho laughs. He laughs with his whole chest, something you've never heard from him before. Scrambling to your feet, you catch him off-guard as you dive at him.

You both crash back into the water, he's submerged for a second but the water is shallow. He lifts his head, resting on his elbows to push himself up as he smiles at you.

You can't help but laugh as you hover above him, your legs tangled together.

Whilst you're having your fit of laughter, Minho just stares at you. You're the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen- like a Goddess in the flesh.

You look at him properly just as he leans forward. Pressing his lips to yours, you freeze for a second before melting into it, shifting slightly to sit on his lap instead. Your hands coming to his face.

"You know," he mumbles as he pulls away from your face, "I always wanted this. Safety- a place to actually call home. But I never thought I'd have this."

"This?"

He scoffs. "I like you, (Y/N). I don't know what's gonna happen- I just know I wouldn't mind having you with me."

Instead of responding, you kiss him again, deeper this time.

And for this first time ever, you think; maybe things aren't that bad.

This took me embarrassingly long to do so I do apologise I am running out of new ways to do this. Definitely not my best work but I decided to not make things too complicated since things move fast in the films.

I hope you enjoyed regardless :))

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Sultan e Qalbam

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SOCCER PRISONERS🗣️🔥

BACTERIA ADDED A PERSON TO THE. GROUPCHAT!

Isagi:

Who did you add again bachira..

bacteria:

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xxx-xxx-xxx:

now who in the right mind would name there child raichui.

Chigiri:

You are so real for that

Kunigami:

Who are you

xxx-xxx-xxx:

I should be the one asking that..

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xxx-xxx-xxx:

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Bacteria:

N U?????

xxx-xxx-xxx

l/n y/n

who else is in this gc?

Isagi:

All our friends from blue lock

I think..

nagi changed xxx-xxx-xxx to y/n!

y/n!:

cool

shithoe is online!

shithoe:

GIRL STOP BEIG SO DRY

Y/n:

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Shithoe:

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Y/n:

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shithoe:

GIRL UR NAME SOUNDS LIKE A SPELL LIKE WHAT ISBTAHT💀

Kunigami:

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shithoe:

Stfu wannabe hero

Y/n:

Thats embarrassing...☺️

Shithoe:

Even she agreed 😜

Y/n:

Girl I was talking to u..☠️

Chigiri:

BSHAHAHSH

Bacteria:

LNFAOOOO

Y/n:

Anyway gotta go I have training 🙁

Isagi:

Training? Do you play any sports?

Y/n:

Ye I do actually

Y/n is offline

Bacteria:

OHHH WHAT RU PLAYING??

Oh...🙁

Y/n is online

Y/n:

Mb what happened

OHHH WHAT RU PLAYING??⁀➷

Basketball

Shithoe:

Boorrringgg🙄🙄🙄

reo is online!

Reo:

It's been a while since a last played

Which school are you playing for?

Y/n:

Seirin

Reo:

SEIRIN??? NAHH U MUST BE MAD GOOD

Y/n:

HAHAHA TYSMM

Reo:

Y'all are playing for nations  this year right?

Y/n:

We have a few more matches to win before we get to the nations

Matter of fact we unfortunately have a match tmr

Isagi:

Why 'unfortunately'?

Y/n:

1. We have two matches scheduled in ONE DAY.

2. The second team is hella strong n there secretary AND coach is mad annoying

nagi:

Sounds like a hassle.

Y/n:

Fr.

ANYWAY I ACTUALLY GOTTA GO NOW

BYEBYE YALL

Bacteria:

BYEE Y/NNNN

Shithoe:

I hope u lose your match and get depression and become emo for the rest of ur life

Reo:

Bye y/n!

Isagi:

Good luck and Byee!

Y/n went offline

Nagi went offline

Chigiri went offline

Reo went offline

Bacteria went offline

Isagi went offline

Kunigami went offline

Shithoe went offline

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Y/n:

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Bacteria:

SOSOSOS

HOW WAS UR GAME??? DID U WIN??????

Reo:

Yeah I was wondering the same thing

Shithoe:

I bet u lost😹😹

Y/n:

We won

But like that aomine guy was hella strong

Not strong enough tho😈

Reo:

He's the reason I quit actually

Y/n:

It can't be THAT bad..

Reo:

You don't wanna know...☺️

Y/n:

Oh!

Rin:

Congratulations

Y/n:

Thank you!

Who are u btw ?

I don't think you've ever texted since I've been here

Shithoe:

Ye some of us had training yesterday

and omg

SINCE WHEN IS RIN BEING SO NICE😱😱😱

Rin:

They seem normal unlike you

Shithoe:

At least ma man wants me🥺

Rin:

who tf.

Shithoe:

Your brother ofc😜

Isagi:

Didn't he block you multiple times?

Y/n:

Imagine being so desperate

Rin:

^

Shithoe:

Stfu eyelashes jr.

Y/n:

I bet his eyelashes r beyond gorgeous

Aryu ✨:

His eyelashes really are glamorous✨

Y/n:

Eyelashes reveal when

Bacteria:

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Y/n:

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Gorgeous

Fabulous

Meow

majestic

Pinterest coded

Art deco coded

Beautiful

Blushing

You remind me of my cat

Shithoe:

NAH PINTEREST CODED? THATS TOO MICH FOR HIS UGLY ASS

Rin:

Thank u I guess @Y/n

At least I don't look like a fucking cockroach 😐

Chigiri:

CAT REVAEL RN

Y/n:

*picture of a cat*

Chigiri:

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I'll kidnap ur cat y/n ☺️

Y/n:

Fuck off☺️

Bacteria:

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Y/n:

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Isagi:

What's ur idea bachira?

Bacteria:

LEST DO A FACE REV

shithoe:

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Kunigami:

Sure

Bacteria:

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Y/n:

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I wanna bite ur cheeks 🙁

Bacteria:

Aw Tysm pookie 🙁

Shithoe:

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Y/n:

PUT THAT PHONECASE AWAY ☠️☠️

2/10 ig (im being generous 😒)

(Eyeliner tut when??)

Aryu✨:

Aryu✨ (jyubei 🤕)

Y/n:

Glamorous

8/10

Aryu✨:

Ohhh✨🤭

Takemitsu:

Aaoshi tttttttakkenmixysi

Y/n:

what.

Takemitsu:

IM SO SORRY IM VERY NERVOUS AND MY HANDS ARE SWEATING

Y/n:

OHH UTS OKAY

Bacteria:

I got u takemitsu

Aoshi takemitsu

Y/n:

Awhh

7/10

Isagi:

I guess I'll go next :)

Isagi yoichi

Y/n:

10/10

Handsome???

u look smart

Isagi:

Thank you!

Eita is online!

Karasu is online!

Barou is online!

Nanase is online!

Hori is online!

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Eita:

Yo

What are we doing

Bacteria:

Face reveal

Karasu:

For who?

Hori:

Read the chat fucking dumbass

Hello y/n! I'm Hiori yo

Y/n:

adorable

10/10

Eita:

I Like girls who play basketball

Karasu:

Didn't you tell me a few minutes ago that you're into shy girls?

Eita:

I Like em both😼

Y/n:

9/10

I feel like your a cheater

Karasu:

He is.

Y/n:

1/10

Y/n changed 'Eita' to 'Cheitar'

Cheitar:

WHAT.

Karasu:

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Karasu tabito

Y/n:

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shithoe:

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Bacteria:

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Karasu:

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Y/n:

You thought wrong 😜

Reo:

Anyway

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Y/n:

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10/10

Reo:

Thank you! I'll do nagis one too since he's asleep

Nagi seishiro

Y/n:

He reminds me of a snowman

9.5/10

Bacteria:

I'm so sorry y/n we have to go training 😔

Y/n:

Oh that's okay!

Isagi:

bye y/n!

Y/n:

goodbye Isagi 🫶

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[🥟]— hi…I’m still trying to figure out how to use and write on this app🙏 and can anyone explain to me how to add pictures without like the text disappearing or smth like that, TYSM!!

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for the character ask game!:

gally and 2! 🫶🏼

Hello!! Thank you so much for the ask -- I always love talking about Gally.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Favorite canon thing? Gosh, there's so many, I adore him. Think the obvious things are like his growth from book one to book three, or his stalwart behavior and diligence canonic to his personality, but I'm going to answer with a weird one -- I love that he makes special brew.

I mean, think about it, that's kind of a weird thing for him to do if you look at the surface of his character. If no one knew the canon it would seem like something that fanon would make up to explain the reason why Special Brew was in the story, but it's not. It's canon. Gally's brew is made for the entire Glade. This Book 1/Movie 1 antagonist, that the main character immediately classifies as an asshole, is the one who does this. Further, it is never turned into a bait-and-switch, it's never used against Thomas or turns out to be poison or used to get him unconscious or loose lipped and talking, nothing like that. This antagonist did this altruistically for the entire Glade for no obvious alternative motive. That's interesting.

I mean seriously! It's a strange nuance to the surface of Gally's character (strange but I am NOT saying it's out of character, just gimme a minute). Gally is one of the youngest kids in the Glade, already Keeper of the Builders, takes his job very seriously, is a little arrogant, a bit bossy, pretty fucking skeptical and suspicious, very opinionated, and very protective of the world around him. Despite all of this, he also takes the time out of his already hellish days to make Special Brew. And it's not just for himself, or he'd just horde it for himself to have a good time. He makes it for everyone. He makes enough to share with everyone.

Why?

Personally, I think it's a subtle way, both in books and movies, to show just how much Gally cares very very much about the people in the Glade and making the Glade a safe and homey place for everyone. How much he goes out of his way to do what he can for everyone in every way he knows how. Gally's not great with people on his own, he is probably very aware of how he comes off. But this, this one thing he knows he can do that no one else really can, this thing that he could use for leverage or whatever, but the first thing he does is share it with everyone. It's just a whole new layer of depth to him that I love.

Thank you so much for the ask!!! I always appreciate talking about TMR characters in all ways.

The question comes from the Character Ask Game

#the maze runner #tmr gally #character ask game #ask box games #ask game

[toomuchracket]

What is it that you don’t like about D word? None of your AUs are THAT different so you could always just write more vague Matty stuff if you’re worried about people ‘dropping like flies’! I’ve been here since the very start of TMR and I remember when your asks used to just be about Matty rather than specific universes with lore. All of your Mattys are a bit dominant but overall a simp who can’t resist being sappy, so I think it would work. BUT also this is just Tumblr, it’s not your job or anything, so only write what you want to write— no point doing it if it’s a chore xx

omg an og!! from before i gave MYSELF brainrot lol!! and it isn't that i don't like it i'm just getting bored - i write it and i'm like "ok girl we get it he's older than her and they're fucking or they're working and that's it". like it just feels like it's going stale. idk. i can't really explain it from my perspective. and i think the vague stuff is good, but now the asks i get are all hyperspecific to AUs, so... bit of a conundrum. it's whatever. i'm sure i'll get over it lol. but thank you <3

#you really clocked me with this i literally do just repackage the same vibes in different circumstances lol #i should get a grip #mads answers asks #chatty bits

[this-train-terminates-here]

Today was worse than yesterday. I had school, which in a of itself isn’t too bad, I have some of my favourite subjects today. I love history. It just gets so tiring. And I'm sick. Been having a killer headache all day, nurse didn't let me go home. I have assignments due tomorrow. I haven't done them. My dofe login isn't working, deadline is Friday. I probably won't do silver, I cannot be fucked. Some bitch today said that it was ok and good that if you paid more for schooling you get a higher standard. Call me commie but I don't think it's ok. Fuck this. I got physics homework. It's easy but I'm just not bothered to get the sheet out. I have some math that makes no sense due tomorrow, but it doesn't make sense so idk what I'll do. I have a mandarin oral test in two days Andi haven't even got answers to the questions. Honestly just praying I have a sick day tmr.

I got none of my plans done. I need to take down my posters though, fml if Maud and Hanna find out I collect little cards with Korean men on them. Maybe I should just force them to watch Dr Who or Good Omens.

Anyway I have tube maps to out on my wall that are slay I so regret not buying an Elizabeth line roundel. I'll post a pic of my maps when they're up.

On a completely separate note why are people liking my posts like idc if it's just 1 or 2 people how did you find this why is it amusing it's my third day on Tumblr and I'm just using it as a therapist because I don't trust my friends enough so a) how are you finding this shit b) why are you liking this shit but hey I mean if my nonsensical ramblings amuse you then go ahead have fun (???)

#20231009 #i hate it here #tag #log 2

[kinnporschegl]

Fandom lads to get to know better!

@wretchedamaranth tagged me and I'm sorry I'm late But I got here ! (ﾟ∀ﾟ )

3 ships you like:

• Vegaspete (Kinnporsche): I am very normal about them. Definitely haven't hyperanalyzed every scene of theirs and dedicated an entire blog just to them. I love when the two most fucked up people in the main cast get the best relationship and they get to unpack trauma together and heal as best they can in their fucked up world.

• Thominho (TMR): I started TMR a while ago and never really shipped anyone for a bit lmao, but something about the way these two did absolutely everything for each other and wouldn't leave the other behind got me.

• Fakiru (Princess Tutu): This is easily my favorite animated ship, I love a good enemies-to-lovers and there's just so much longing and angst with them.

First ship ever: BBRae. I remember watching Teen Titans as a child and that's how I learned what a ship was lmao - I still love these two.

Last song you heard: All the King's Horses by Forestella, they're one of my favorite groups of all time

Favourite childhood book: Detectives in Togas. It's about a book of Roman schoolboys who have to prove their classmate innocent from a crime committed against the Emperor, based on a real piece of graffiti found on an ancient temple. It's still one of my favorite books, it's hilarious and the characters are all engaging and entertaining.

Currently reading: Maze Runner Scorch Trials. I watched the movies recently and I'd read the first book a while back so now I'm continuing the books :3

Currently watching: Witch and the Beast, I love creepier fantasy anime.

Currently consuming: Cornbread that I made

Currently craving: Hamburger bake (basically a lasagna but you use more hamburgery ingredients and it's insanely good).

No pressure to do this but I'll tag @vegaspetesupremicy and @mintylix (any followers can too if you like !)

(*´ω｀*)

#fandom #vegaspete #thominho #fakiru #tmr #kinnporsche #witch and the beast #princess tutu

[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

all day. My mom hasn't even said sorry.

She didn't greet me at all today, all she did today was bark orders at me, humiliate me and make fun of me.

First thing she said to me wasn't good morning, it was her telling me to do the dishes.

Then she pretty much mocked me and rubbed in my face how useless I was to her and the house.

Then after I snapped and cried and yelled at her she didn't even feel guilty, she just rolled her eyes and ranted to my dad who agreed. She said I'm too sensitive and that I need to learn how to chill. She yelled at me saying that that's why my school thinks I have something wrong with me, and that I cry over amything. She doesn't get it. She doesn't understand, she never fucking will.

And than she yells at me to organize socks.

And after all that, she told my brother to tell me to do the dishes. No apology. No I love yous. Nothing.

Ive been unstable all day, physically and mentally. My throat hurts because I'm sick, I've had this headache all day, and I've been having flashbacks and crying all day.

And the icing on top. I HAVE FIELD PRACTICE FOR BAND TMR AND I HAD TO MEMORIZE A TWO PAGE SONG THAT'S HARD AS SHIT FOR SOME PARADE WE'RE DOING AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE ALL OF IT MEMORIZED OR DO I KNOW ALL THE MUSIC. I got it in late January but my mental state has been awful, I've been sick, I've been barley able to play my sax Before my brain has flashbacks or I just break due to stress and I just can't play.

My band teacher is going to be so fucking pissed. But I just. Couldn't. I tried and tried and tried but I just couldn't. The others will be pissed and it's just too much. I'm going to break bro. I tried... I tried, I really did.

I can't believe I'm crying while writing this. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! I can't talk to my bestie about this tmr because they're either in a bad mood, skipping class, or fucking high as hell. And I don't trust anybody else.

Heh... I think I get why I call myself The Black Bunny Mask. Day by day. The mask breaks. And my fans see what happens in the mind of Bunny. Heh... I really am just a scary, pathetic, worthless monster everyone sees me as. Only filled with rage and nothing more. The big mean monster. Big and mean. Big... and mean. The only person who fucking matched me, who fucking gave me some use to them was him... Fucking him. He gave me a purpose, something to use and abuse. Is that all I'm good for. I have talent, I'm not stupid. But I get put down so often I forget. I forget why I keep writing. I forget that I write for you guys. So many fans, but only few remind me of that. People who tell me how much they love my work, engage with me, talk to me. I write for them, right... Tomorrow is a another awful day. Just like the rest.