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i can’t begin to imagine the amount of times Dylan dropped that gun in rehearsals and the amount of retakes they had to do

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au meme: newt and thomas fell in love

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Saviour - Thomas Sangster Imagine

SCENARIO: The reader has decided to go to a nightclub with one of their friends, but ends up possibly having one of the most regrettable night’s of their life.

A/N: I do not condone physical/sexual assault in any way, shape, or form. All of what you are reading is fictional and created by me. If you have any problems or inquires as to what I have written, please don’t hesitate to inform me. 

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Nightclubs had never been of much interest to you. However, when your very persuasive friend happened to invite you, you surprisingly accepted. Feeling the need to take a break from your already stressful week, you figured that going out for a while couldn’t do much harm.

At this point, you were beyond regretting it. You had, non-surprisingly, already lost your friend to a random guy she had met, and you were now sat alone, feeling nothing more than the pure desire to leave. 

Sighing, you sipped on the cold drink clasped within your sweaty hand, fanning yourself with the other as the heat of the area was beginning to take a toll on you. As though the situation couldn’t get any worse, an unknown, yet surprisingly attractive man came up and sat next to you, a clear smirk hung on his face. You were in no mood for assholes, however. Although this guy seemed attractive enough, looks could easily fool, and you weren’t stupid enough to fall for anything he may try to pull.

“Hey, baby,” He said with a voice that already gave you a headache. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” He asked, no hint of subtleness to his tone whatsoever.

You huffed, bracing yourself to have to deal with him. “I’d actually prefer to be alone, please.” You said, clearly unamused.

He chuckled in response, almost as though you were joking. “C'mon baby, how about we get outta’ here, find some place.. quiet,” He placed a cold, unfriendly hand to your thigh, which took you by complete shock. Never, in your life, had you felt such anger overpower you. Without thinking twice, you raised your hand directly to his face, slapping him square and hard across his cheek. 

Grabbing your handbag and leaving your drink behind, you stormed off into the women’s bathroom, ignoring the looks and stares you were receiving from strangers. Pushing past the door, you walked into a free stall and slammed the door closed, practically breaking down crying the instant you were alone. 

So many emotions were rushing through you at once; rage, sadness, disrespect, so many that you had no idea which to feel first. You had come to the club only wanting a night to relax from your already stressful week, but clearly, you were granted with the complete opposite. Reaching into your handbag, your hand desperately searched for your phone, and luckily found it. You were going to call a Taxi and leave; go straight home. Most importantly, avoid any further contact with any more sleazy guys. You looked through the rest of your bag in hopes to find your purse which contained your money for the Taxi, but to your complete dismay, it had been stolen. 

You felt the tears began to form once again, this situation could honestly not get any worse. You mustered up the best attitude you could. No matter what, you were going to get out of this Nightclub as soon as possible. Opening up the stall door, you walked up to a nearby sink and ran some warm water, splashing it on your face in hopes to refresh yourself. After feeling satisfactory with your state, you exited the bathroom, the only objective on your mind was to leave the hellhole you seemed to be stuck in.

Taking you by full surprise, you forced out a scream, but was quickly cut short when you felt two hands attach to your body from behind, one to your mouth and the other grabbing both your wrists. You struggled immensely to fight against whoever was holding you, but everything was pulled to a halt as your body swung around, and the temple of your head connected with the corner of a wall. 

A sharp, intense pain boomed throughout your entire skull, sending waves of incredible pain throughout your nerves. You felt yourself beginning to grow drowsy, your consciousness was slowly beginning to slip away. Slowly, your body began to slip into the pure abyss of unconsciousness, allowing the blackness to consume you.

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You awoke in a complete state of panic, you were laying on the ground of what seemed to be an alleyway. Placing a hand to your temple, you hunched over in pure agony, feeling the indescribable pain course throughout your head. Nausea began to overpower you, and before you could control it, you threw up on he ground, fortunately, missing yourself. A few grunts and groans startled you from a few feet away, instantly, no matter how immense the pain in your head was, you got up to your knees and backed away. 

What you saw both surprised and relieved you more than anything had ever done so in your life. The same man that had been hitting on you before was now laid on the ground, blood coming both out of his nose and his mouth, and he was terribly bruised. An oddly familiar looking man had pinned him down, as was continuing to punch him, his knuckles already looking bloody and raw. 

“Oh my god..” You muttered to yourself, as the complete and utter realisation of what had happened hit you like a ton of bricks. The man that was beating up the other looked up at you, his face immediately softened. He looked back at the man, and clearly saw that he was now unconscious. Slowly, he stepped off of the body, and carefully walked towards you, clearly trying not to scare you anymore than you already were. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, pulling a hand out in an offer to help you up. You hesitantly took it, the only reason being due to the fact that he looked so oddly familiar. 

“Thank you,” You muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Of course,” He said, “Y/N, it’s me, Thomas, do you remember?” He asked after a few seconds, speaking in a calm tone.

Thomas.

In an instant, all memories of him came back. He had been one of your friends during high school, and the thought of some familiarity set your mind at ease.

“Oh my god, Thomas, how did you find us? I can’t believe you did, I-“ You mumbled, stumbling over your own words, “Just, thank you, so much.” You began to grow hysterical, had the man done anything to you before Thomas found him? Your breathing began to quicken at an alarming pace, and your throat felt as though it was clenching up, as though no air was able to enter.

Thomas thought quickly, and placed a hand on your back, the other on your hand. “Hey, shh, it’s okay, shh,” He lulled. “I saw when he grabbed you and I made a run for the door he was leaving out of. He didn’t do anything to you, I promise.” He said, all whilst rubbing soothing circles on your back. Slowly, your breathing began to decelerate, and an odd feeling of calmness spread throughout your body as Thomas rubbed small circles on your back.

Without thinking, you pulled Thomas into a much needed embrace, and he quickly reacted, wrapping his arms around your body and confirming you with a pure sense of security. 

“Let’s get out of here. Before this bloody douchebag wakes up again.” He said, “C’mon, I’ll take you down to the hospital to see if you have a concussion, we’ll call the police while we’re at it.” He explained, still holding your hand in reassurance. Immediately, you nodded in confirmation, wanting nothing more than to escape this hellhole. 

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Hey!:) maybe you can write imagine how reader lose her memory and Thomas help her to remember everything by doing cute stuff and telling storys about their life or something like that. Thanks!:)

i wasn’t sure if you meant thomas in the maze runner or thomas sangster so i’m just gonna go with thomas sangster, yeah?

“Tell me how we met,” you smiled as you intertwined your hand with Thomas.

A bandage was wrapped around your head, and your left wrist was in a cast. You had just woken up from a 3-4 week coma and the only thing you could remember was a name. Thomas. Except, you didn’t even know who this person was.

But the nurse had ran out, calling his name. Only to be told that you were engaged to this Thomas guy.

Thomas stifled a laugh as his thumb traced shapes on the back of her hand. “We were both at an ice skating rink at Central Park. Winter of ‘09. I was on my phone and you were skating very slowly, I might say. And then I bumped into you and you had this huge bruise because you fell then I got you coffee. And when I asked what coffee you wanted, you gave me a smile and said ‘surprise me’.”

You threw your head back, laughing. “Did you, now?”

“I did,” Thomas laughed. “And then you gave me your number.”

“Let me guess,” you chuckled. “We went out on a date a few days later?”

Thomas nodded with a smile. “You’re getting really good at this guessing game.” He paused as he sucked in a deep breath a reached from under the bed. He pulled out a small shoe box and placed it down on your lap.

“What is that?” You asked, cocking your head to the side as you stared down at it.

He slowly took off the lid and pushed the box towards your other hand. “It’s the pictures of us from before the accident happened. There’s also 2 journals at the bottom. One from when I realized that I loved you to the day I proposed, and one from when I proposed up to now.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your eyes snapping up to look at him. He had a sheepish grin on his face as you took out a picture of you and him at the entrance of Disneyland. A balloon was stuck to your hand and you were wearing a Minnie Mouse headband while Thomas was wearing a Mickey Mouse one. His lips were pressed to your cheek while you had your nose scrunched up and a tongue out.

On the back, in a light blue marker was written ‘13/07/12′.

“That was the time we went to Disneyland in Orlando to celebrate your birthday a week early,” Thomas said. He leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand as his eyes followed your actions. “I was going off the next week to start filming The Maze Runner so you just decided we’d spend the week out of the country.”

You let out a chuckle, nodding to yourself. “Damn, I’ve always wanted to go to Disneyland. Since I was a kid.”

“Since you were a kid,” Thomas mumbled the same time you did. “You told me to surprise you wherever I was taking you and I remembered how you always fantasized about going to Disneyland.”

“That’s really sweet,” you smiled as you put the picture down just next to the box. You dug through the pictures and felt 2 thick books and pulled it out immediately. 

On one of the books, the cover was written in silver ink ‘07/03/10 - 10/05/15′ and the other ‘10/05/15 -’.

“You hungry, cupcake?” Thomas smiled as he got up. He untangled his hand from yours and grabbed his wallet that was sitting on the desk next to your hospital bed. “I’m gonna go drive down to that restaurant by the corner.”

“Surprise me,” you smiled up at him.

“Got it,” he nodded as he walked out of the room. “Dylan should be here any moment. Don’t miss me too much.”

“I can only try.”

As he closed the door behind him, you flipped the book open to the first page.

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Baby do you love me (Newt)

Description: The Gladers play ‘Baby do you love me’ when the new Greenie comes up. Y/N’s crush on Newt is discovered when he picks her.

Warnings: None

Word count: 909

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Today was the day for the monthly celebration of the new Greenie. They lit the bonfire and all the Gladers sat around the bonfire.

“Alright!” Minho shouted and caught some Gladers attention, including yours. “Anyone who wants to play 'Baby do you love me’ come sit down.”

You had played 'Baby do you love me’ before and it didn’t end so well. Thomas was eventually hugging onto one of your legs trying to make you smile. You always did.

You weren’t going to play this time but Chuck dragged you into it. You only prayed that Newt wasn’t going to play. He was your crush and all the Gladers knew it except for him. And you were bound to keep it that way.

You sat next to Chuck and grinned at the boy. He smiled excitedly back.

Then your smile dropped and shattered on the ground. Newt sat across the circle from you. He winked at you when he saw you and you waved shyly back. He was a good friend and you were totally in love with him, but you were panicking. What if he picked you?

“Okay!” Minho exclaims. “Who doesn’t know how to play?”

A couple people raise their hands and he nods.

“Well, you go up to someone and ask them, 'baby do you love me’. If they smile, they’re it. If they don’t, they say 'baby, or their name, I love you but I just can’t smile’ and you can ask them again. But this time you can touch them. If they still don’t smile, you can do whatever you want,” he pauses, wiggling his eyebrows at a couple boys. “After that, if they still didn’t smile, they’re a robot and you’re it again. Got it shanks?”

All the Gladers nod and he claps his hands together. “Winston, you go.”

Winston grins and stands. He gives some people devilish looks but suddenly spins around. He turns to Gally.

He kneels in front of Gally, making a creepy face. “Gally, baby, do you love me?”

Gally stares blankly at Winston. “Baby I love you but I just can’t smile.”

Winston stands and huffs. Round two now.

Winston puts his hands on Gallys cheeks. He asks him the question again. Halfway through saying 'Baby I love you but I just can’t smile’, Gallys stone face breaks and he jerks away, laughing.

Winston cheers and takes Gallys seat as Gally takes the stand.

The game passes around to other Gladers, even Chuck, who breaks before Tyler even got the question out. Chuck goes to Newt.

“Baby, do you love me?” Chuck gives puppy dog eyes to him. Newt keeps a hard face.

“Baby I love you but I just can’t smile.”

Chuck groans. Round two. Chuck throws his hands up and sits on Newts lap. “Bab-”

Chuck is interrupted by Newts loud laughter. You watch as his adorable smile melts your heart. Then it hits you.

It was Newts turn.

Newt walks to the middle of the circle and places a hand on his chin. He was deciding who to pick. Your heart races as he turns around in circles.

You sigh in relief as he walks up to Thomas.

Suddenly Newt spins around and is now facing you. You freeze, mid-breath and look up to him slowly.

He gives you an adorable grin and you sit there in shock. He sits in front of you with his legs crossed and you can hear the snickers of the other knowing Gladers around you.

“Baby,” Newt whispers, getting lost in your eyes. He stares for a moment before continuing. The Gladers are dead silent, watching.

“Do you love me?” His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and you stutter. It was almost as if he were asking you a serious question.

“Baby, I love you but I just can’t smile.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief as you force the words out. But now he was coming for you again.

He readjusts his position, determined now. His face gets closer to you and you stop breathing. Was he just playing with your emotions now? Because you wanted to close the gap between you two more than anything.

The Glade is still quiet as he asks again.

“Baby, do you love me?”

You force the words out once again, pushing them all out in one breath. “Baby I love you but I just can’t smile.”

You didn’t think you could smile if you wanted. You were so memorized by his eyes and scent…his soft lips and…you shake your head to get out of it.

He chuckles. He gets even closer and you hold your ground, even though he was driving you crazy in the best way.

“Y/N, do you love me?”

You breathe in sharply as he used your name. Did you love him? Yes. But this was just a game and-

Newt interrupts your thoughts as he presses his lips to yours softly. You freeze again, shocked. Then yours melt into his as he kisses you.

Woops, cheers and whistles rise around you from the boys and you smile. He pulls away and you see a light in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Newt, I love you,” you murmur as you smile.

His forehead rests on yours and he flashes a stunning grin at you.

“I bloody love you too,” he says as he pushes his lips to yours again.

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Dear Wicked {Newt}

I got this GIF off the internet if this is your GIF let me know so I can give you the credit. :)

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Requested by: @yumiko093

Dear Wicked Newt’s birthday is next month I think… please please let me give him those things I forgot what they’re called you know with the bread and that really sweet stuff that covers the bread, anyways please send one up with the rest of the stuff it’s all I ask from you and I rarely ask, you may be assholes but I hope you aren’t heartless.

~~From up above (Y/N)

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Fallin’ For Ya ~ The song that’s sung

A/N: since this song got stuck in my head and I’m a kid at heart, this idea came to me so I’m writing it out. Hope you like it!

“Why are we going here?” Thomas asked when Dylan pulled up to a 1960s diner. They were meeting Ki Hong and Will for a quick lunch.

“I know a waitress,” he stated, “Besides we’re only eating.” They went in to see Ki Hong and Will already sitting. Dylan laughed, “Did you request Y/N?”

“Way ahead of you,” Ki Hong answered with a smile.

“Did I miss something?” Will asked, “Who’s Y/N?”

“I’m as clueless as you.” Thomas patted his back.

“So the Brits don’t know,” Will decided.

Suddenly, Dylan yelled, “Y/N!” when you came from the kitchen. You glared at him playfully and balanced the plates.

“Who is that?” Thomas asked. You were wearing a red dress with black polka dots and black heels. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“That, my friend, is Y/N,” Dylan explained, “Became friends with her the first time I came here.”

“She’s the reason why they’re so many boys here,” Ki Hong pointed out.

You approached the table. “There’s our chick,” he teased, “All decked out.” Thomas could see his phone opened to 1960s slang words.

“What a dip stick,” you told Ki Hong before seeing Will and Thomas, “Oh, sorry, I’m Y/N and I’ll be serving you today.”

“Y/N, these are our costars, Thomas Brodie Sangster and Will Poulter.”

“I love The Maze Runner,” you revealed before turning professional again, “Can I get any of you a brew?” They all said what they wanted to drink and you left.

“What’s with all of the 60s slang?” Will asked.

“Well, we’re in a 60s diner,” Dylan said slowly, “And Y/N gets so annoyed.” He looked at Thomas. “What about you, Thomas? You were really drawing designs on Y/N.”

He laughed a bit, shaking his head. “I’ve no idea what that means.” Before Dylan could explain, you came back with the drinks.

“Groovy,” Ki Hong joined in. You rolled your eyes and took their orders. Once you left, he explained, “He’s saying that you were checking her out.”

“What?” Thomas asked, “I was looking at her when she took our drink orders.”

Dylan just nodded sarcastically. The guys talked about other things for a while before you came back with their food. You placed Will’s and Ki Hong’s plates in front of them and asked, “Who had the cheeseburger?” Dylan raised his hand, thinking the third plate was his. “Then, this is yours, Thomas,” you continued, “I saw the cheeseburger, but couldn’t carry it.”

“Hurry back, sex pot,” he teased.

You just turned to him. “Do you want to miss the show, Dylan?”

He scrunched his nose. “Fine, Y/N.” You smiled and left to get his plate. Will and Thomas looked at each other. “What show?” Will asked, “Because I don’t think it’s legal to have teenagers here, then.”

“Just wait,” Ki Hong promised. You came back with Dylan’s food. “You going up soon?”

“Flake off,” you grumbled, “I’m up once I leave this table.” Thomas smiled a bit at the adorable sight of your cheeks turning as red as your dress.

“Well, I believe that we have all of our food,” Dylan replied ecstatically, “So you may leave.”

You looked at Will and Thomas. “Promise me that you won’t think less of me?” They both agreed uneasily and you left to a group of girls in long red dresses.

Suddenly, the music stopped. Newcomers looked around, wondering what was going on. Will and Thomas looked at each other again. You walked on the little stage with the instruments with the girls, but you were in the center while they were on the side.

The people started playing their instruments. It was an upbeat song, but the verse was slow. You stepped up to the classic microphone and began singing. Thomas could tell that he was staring at you, but your voice was amazing. He couldn’t help it.

“Staring now, Thomas?” Dylan teased. He blushed a bit. “The second verse is the best.”

“Now we’re going steady. He’s the cat’s meow,” you sang clearly, “He says I’m a Bettie and we paint the town.” The back up singers meowed and ‘oohed’. “I’m not the kind to fall for a guy just cause he says hi. He’s ready to race and I’m catching his gaze.”

“They’ll go on like this for days,” the girls sang.

The table was silently laughing just at the words. “Y/N sings this,” Dylan got out between laughs, “Every Friday.” You were a really good singer. It was just those lyrics.

They continued eating until, during the bridge, Thomas got up to go to the bathroom, or,as Dylan referred to it, the kybo. It meant ‘Keep Your Bowels Open’, something Dylan was happy to share.

To get there, he had to go towards the stage. The song had an instrumental part where you were supposed to walk around the stage, but your heel accidentally twisted on the edge. Thomas’s eyes widened and caught you in his arms before you hit the ground.

You stared at him with shock, but the song was continuing. Fearing the boss being angry at you, you sang, “And now, I’m fallin’ for ya. Fallin’ for ya. I know I shouldn’t, but I just can’t stop myself from fallin’ for ya. Can’t hold on any longer and now I’m fallin’ for you.” Your eyes never left his and he had to remind himself that it was for an audience.

The song ended and Thomas set you on your feet. “Uh, are you ok?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you shyly replied, “Sorry, but it was just the chorus and-”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Thomas reassured with a smile, “I got to hear your beautiful voice up close.” A sly smirk replaced it. “Since you fell for me, can I have your number?”

You laughed a bit at that. “Maybe. Maybe not,” you said before leaving to get back to your waitressing. Thomas went back to the boys, forgetting about the bathroom.

“Well, that fit in the song,” Will pointed out, “Quite cliché, if I say so myself.”

“No, they were so cute,” Dylan said in a baby voice, “It’s their song now.

“Shut up,” he said. You came back with their check and they payed it. Thomas decided to ask for your number again once you came back, but when you came with the change, he ended up remaining silent.

Once you left, the boys all scolded him, but Dylan opened the little book thing the receipt and change came in and smiled widely. “Hey, Thomas?” He looked up. “You might want this.”

Confused, he took the book and looked inside. There on the receipt was a phone number with the word 'Maybe’ written next to it. Thomas looked to the counter to see you talking to one of the girls, but she nudged you until you turned around to see him. You smiled and he smiled back.

You never forget the first guy you fell for. Or on.

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Sorry if I upset or hurt some Twilight fans! I didn’t mean it as an insult ;)

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I just saw The Death Cure and I was not ready. I didn't sign the permission slip for that feels trip.

#the death cure #tmr #maze runner #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #dylan o'brein

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Sheriff Sangster 😍😍😍😍 Thomas Sangster in Godless

#thomas brodie sangster #godless #thomas sangster

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Reblog/like if you’ve ever been personally victimized by Thomas Brodie-Sangster or one of his characters.

We can make a support group and cry together.

#thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #whitey winn #godless #the maze runner #game of thrones

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~the lanky modelling poses of whitey winn

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The pains of a fangirl.

Found on PinInterest - not mine.

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So let’s say our bloody goodbyes and then you can promise to remember me from the good old days. 

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