A/N: This is requested. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but here you go, then I might just delete it later.
Word count: 2,536
“Are you watching me sleep again?” I asked, covering
my face with my palms.
I still didn’t open my eyes, nor did I unravel myself
from the comfy position under the warm blanket.
Sundays were for staying in bed. At least that was my
opinion. Shawn on the other hand, had a hard time spending his time doing absolutely
nothing. Usually, he would go to the gym early in the morning, before I’d even
opened my eyes.
Not being able to hold back the pleasure built up inside of me any longer, I let out a loud moan the second Thomas reattached his lips on my pulse point and nibbled on it. His chest pushing up against me rubbed my back on the wall and his fingers lightly grazed me over my soaking wet panties, sending excited shivers down my spine. My entire body was begging for more of him, but I knew that we wouldn’t have enough time out here to have sex and make it back.
“Thomas, we need to go back to the glade.” I tried, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead he just pushed my panties to the side with his fingers. “We still have to map out what we saw before we forget it and it gets dark.”
“We’re not gonna forget.” He hummed against my neck, his voice vibrating my skin.
“Babe, we don’t have time for sex.” I disagreed, but immediately whimpered when his middle finger slid through my folds and separated them.
“Who said anything about sex?” Thomas smirked, applying pressure on my clitoris and slowly circling it. “I just want to make my girl feel good before we have to pretend like we’re not together.”
I wanted to protest and I wanted to be responsible here, but as he worked my nub in such an incredible and addictive way, I couldn’t find the will to actually stop him. I knew we wouldn’t have the same freedom in the glade that we have out here in the maze, thanks to Alby’s most strict rule of No one ever touches (Y/N) because she’s the only female and whomever does will be punished, so I decided to just give into him and let Thomas do whatever he wanted to me.
I brought my hands up to his neck and pulled him away from mine to attach his lips on my own. Our kiss was passionate and full of lust, his tongue already gliding on the bottom of my lip to ask for an entrance. I opened my mouth for him to slip his tongue inside and I instantly moaned at how skillful he was with it.
Thomas’ finger increased its pace against my nub, my hips bucking at the delicious feeling. The way he was working on me made me feel so hazy that I couldn’t even focus on kissing him correctly, my mouth too lazy to properly move. All I could do was allow the pleasure to build up inside of me and moan into his mouth as Thomas now used his finger to slide inside of my warmth. My hands gripped onto his neck tighter in response along with my arching back and my secret boyfriend smirked against my lips. My eyes fell shut to the incredible sensations he was provoking, but a whine escaped my mouth when he broke our kiss.
“Does this feel good?” He teased, his finger slowly pumping inside of my core.
I just nodded, my body too lost in the pleasure to be able to form any sentence or say a single word for that matter. Thomas knew exactly how much it turned me on when he talked dirty to me and I didn’t even need to open my eyes to know he was grinning smugly at me right now. His finger moved a little faster inside of me before I could even ask and the shameless moan that escaped my lips would’ve been embarrassing if I wasn’t too lustful at this moment.
“Do you want another one?” Thomas smirked, the movements of his finger bringing me close to my peak. I nodded my head and he just tsked sexily. “I need you to say it, baby.”
“Y-Yes.” I somehow managed to speak through the desire and Thomas immediately responded.
Another finger of his pushed itself into my core and I hitched my leg around his waist for him to have more access. Thomas moaned at my sudden action and instantly pushed his fingers deeper, an immediate mixture of a moan and a scream falling from my lips. I didn’t care that I was so loud and open with Thomas, our relationship was too intimate for me to worry about being vulnerable around him.
“T-Thomas, please.” I begged him for my orgasm and, believe it or not, his pace increased even more.
The spring in my stomach was coiling more with every passing second and Thomas definitely knew. With his other hand, my boyfriend slipped it under my shirt and runner gear to squeeze my breast. His hand began kneading it, Thomas’ calloused fingers tightly pinching my nipple and it was enough to further the pulsing in my core. I desperately wanted his mouth attached to my perky bud but I knew that that wouldn’t be possible thanks to the annoying runner’s wear and how incredibly difficult it was to remove.
It was when Thomas curled his fingers inside of me to press against my G-spot he was well aware of and his thumb put unbelievable pressure on my clit that I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The spring inside of me snapped, releasing the extremely anticipated orgasm all throughout my body. My back arched, my legs shook and a mixture of embarrassing moans with lustful screams erupted from my chest.
“Shit, baby, you sound and look so beautiful.” Thomas moaned, my mouth only able to moan in response.
Once I whimpered at how sensitive I’ve become, Thomas carefully removed his fingers from inside of me and gently placed my leg back on the ground. His other hand detached from my breast and fixed my shirt so it looked like nothing happened. As soon as I opened my eyes, the first sight I saw was Thomas happily sucking on his fingers that worked on me. His tongue grazed his skin and, even though I just came, this sexy sight immediately made me ready for another orgasm with him. He smirked at how in awe I was and I almost melted right then and there when he winked. Pulling his fingers out of his mouth, Thomas adjusted my jeans and I watched him with hooded eyes.
Bringing my back off of the maze’s wall and managing to stand on my own, a grin spread across my lips with a deviant idea. Thomas’ eyebrows quirked up at me before I prepared myself for what I was about to do.
“Last one to the map room is a rotten shank!” I challenged, immediately sprinting towards the glade.
Looking behind me with a huge smile planted on my face, I realized Thomas instantly played along and was already hot on my trail. We both ran like maniacs towards the door with joy flooding through our veins and not a single care in the world. Considering Thomas and I are the best runners in the glade, it didn’t take long for us to maneuver our way through the maze and quickly reach the entrance. An excited squeal escaped my lips when I looked behind me and realized Thomas was no longer there, but was now right beside me. The wind blew in my hair and stung my face, yet all I could focus on was how beautiful and happy my boyfriend looked as we suddenly entered the glade and rushed towards the map room already in sight. The two of us completely ignored all of the stares and shouts the gladers were sending us, both too consumed by each other.
“No, no, no!” I screamed when he started winning, but it was no use. Thomas was just as determined as I was. It’s our best, but also most annoying quality.
“See you on the other side, rotten shank!” He shouted back at me, not even bothering to turn around before reaching the map room and quickly opening the door.
“Thomas!” I tried to stop him, but of course it didn’t work.
My boyfriend rushed inside and I groaned when he beat me at my own game. Running in after him, Thomas’ smirk was wide and smug as I shut the door to the map room behind us. That’s always how our sessions worked, behind closed doors to avoid getting caught. I wish that we could be open about our relationship, but at the same time I like how the adrenaline flows through our veins every time we meet in secret. With the door closed every facade falls. The disguise we display to the world fades away and all we desire is to fuck each other’s brains out.
“I’m glad you could finally come.” He teased and I narrowed my eyes at him as I approached Thomas slowly.
“Well, it’s a good thing I already did.” I clicked my tongue, Thomas’ eyebrows quirking at my comment. “Because something tells me if you keep this up, you won’t.”
“Oh, is someone upset I won?” Thomas grinned, the both of us now inches apart from each other. “Can’t handle being slower than me, can you?”
I decided to ignore him and just glare at him instead of saying anything, hoping it would make him take back what he just said. But, no. An even wider and cockier smile pulled at the corner of his lips and as much as I hated to admit it, he looked incredibly sexy.
“Screw you, Thomas.”
“If you insist.” He shrugged before grabbing my cheeks and crashing his lips against mine.
I instantly moaned into his mouth, his impressive lips molding with my own in such perfect harmony. If there’s something Thomas certainly knows how to do is kiss me like there’s no tomorrow, always making my knees go with with his touch. His tongue didn’t even ask for an entrance instead he just pushed it past my lips and made its way onto mine, the both of them waltzing together so beautifully that no dancer could ever compare. Our love so much more stunning than any piece of art out there in the world.
Thomas’ hand wrapped around my waist to push my chest into his warm one as he backed our bodies up to the nearest table. Our kiss never broke even when he cleared all of the pens, pencils, papers, and pieces of scrap with one swift movement of his hand off the table. Excitement boiling inside of me as his hands settled on my ass to pull me up on it and sit me down on the surface. My legs instantly spread for him at the same time that Thomas began unzipping my jeans and pulling them down, my lack of air starting to make me feel light-headed. My jeans were pooling down on the floor when I decided to separate our kiss, begrudgingly, and my hands flew to his belt. As I unbuckled it, Thomas removed my leather runner’s gear. At the same time that I opened his pants and let it fall to the ground, my boyfriend pulled at the hem of my shirt telling me he wanted it off. My shirt was the first to go then his and as soon as we were only in our underwear, Thomas’ mouth immediately latched onto my breast to give it the attention it desperately wanted earlier.
Even though his warm and wet mouth working on my nipple turned me on immensely, there was nothing I craved more than to feel him inside of me. As soon as I tugged at his boxers, Thomas got the message. He bit down on my nipple, a squeal escaping my lips, and pulled at it with his teeth before taking his mouth off of my breast with a pop.
I brought his boxers down to his knees and instinctively wrapped my hand around his delicious shaft, not being able to hold back how much I craved to touch him. As I slowly pumped his erection, my thumb caressing his swollen and wet with precum tip, Thomas growled at the feeling and ripped apart my panties all of a sudden. Even though I wanted to get mad at him considering I only have three, well now two, I couldn’t find it in myself to be anything but turned on by his lustful actions.
Putting his lips back onto mine, Thomas spread my legs for him to stand in between. One of his hands settled on my waist as the other removed mine from his cock to position himself in my entrance, moans escaping both of our lips when he wet his tip with my juices. His swollen head sliding amongst my folds and caressing my clitoris, my chest already arching into his at the contact. It’s not my fault I easily come undone with Thomas, it’s his fault for being so damn sexy all the time.
Thomas pressed himself into my core and our breaths hitched in our throats as he slowly stretched me, both of us melting into the incredible feeling. His hand on my waist moved to my lower back so he could push me closer to him, his dick entering deeper inside of me. My eyes immediately shut at the fullness and Thomas’ head fell to my shoulder, his lips placing gentle kisses on my skin. Once he was buried deep inside of me, my boyfriend didn’t even need to wait before thrusting thanks to how turned on and ready I was for him.
Thomas started out at a normal pace, enjoying the feeling of our bodies connected again. We haven’t had sex in about a week because sex in the maze is careless and dangerous and it’s been nearly impossible in the glade because of all the attention he was getting lately. So, needless to say, we’ve been craving each other too much and the built up sexual tension between us is so strong it almost hurts.
Just as he increased his thrusting, Thomas’ free hand moved up to my neck and gripped onto the back of my hair. I whimpered in response and he smiled into my shoulder blade. We didn’t talk about it because it was just a normal thing, but the both of us absolutely love it when Thomas pulls my hair. It’s our favorite kink we share and have no shame in falling prey to it. The way he pounds into me as he grabs my hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands, was so exciting to us.
“Thomas!” A voice suddenly called from outside of the map room and before we even knew it or could do anything to stop what was about to happen, the door flew open. “Are you alright? Why were you guys running so fa-”
My eyes widened in fear as Gally appeared in front of us, his sentence immediately stopping as soon as he caught sight of Thomas fucking me. Who had instantly halted his actions when he realized we were no longer alone and picked up his head from my shoulder to look at the intruder with not only a shocked expression, but a glare blazing in his brown eyes.
Gally’s pupils fell to our connected and wet groins, Thomas growling when he did. As soon as he began to pull out, a moan escaping my lips at the most inappropriate time thanks to the friction, the now terrified glader immediately backed away. Turning around to face the door, Gally ran out of the map room without another word.
“T-Thomas, he’s gonna go tell Alby.” I panicked the moment Gally was gone. “We s-should stop.”
“No.” Thomas grunted, pushing back inside of me and picking up his thrusts again. “We just have to be fast before they get here.”
“Thomas, you’re gonna get in trouble.” I argued, but moaned loudly when his tip hit my most sensitive spot he was very well aware of.
“I’m gonna get in trouble either way.” He stated, his pace fast and hard. The desk pounding against the wall along with his thrusts, our breathing in sync with the rhythm as well. “Might as well enjoy this last moment I have with you.”
His words stung in my heart the second he finished saying them because we knew Alby wouldn’t take this “crime” lightly. Thomas was going to get punished and fear mixed with the lust in my veins at what exactly said punishment consists of.
“Okay, then you’re gonna want to go harder than that.” I teased, my hands now flying to grip his flexed biceps in preparation.
Thomas followed my directions instantly and pounded harder into me, my body already getting a taste of the sweet edge it will soon be falling over. His mouth crashed back onto mine and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I kissed him back with as much fervor and passion, neither one of us wanting to say goodbye through words so we let our bodies do it instead. Which at the end of the day, would do a much better job than anything our minds can come up with. Thomas’ and my body are so in sync with each other that they just know exactly how to express our care and love without needing to fumble over sentences.
“I-I’m close.” I confessed, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me.
Thomas’ hand that was on my waist moved to our connecting groins and began to furiously circle my clit, my legs already shaking in response. I tried to kiss him back as focused as I could, but it was too hard to concentrate when I knew I was about to fall apart. Thomas, however, did an amazing job keeping our kiss going and he even slipped his tongue inside of my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I shouted, no longer concerned about hiding my moans.
The second Thomas applied more pressure onto my nub and, suddenly, pulled at my hair, I lost it. I completely fell over the edge and jumped into the overwhelming pool of pleasure waiting for me, my orgasm touching my skin like water in a lake. Clenching down on his cock, Thomas let out a strangled moan and the sound itself would’ve made me cum a second time.
Once I came back down from my high, I noticed Thomas was still chasing after his release. Bringing my mouth to his earlobe, I nibbled on it and ignored the sensitivity in my core. I was just as determined to have him orgasm as he was.
“It’s okay, baby.” I whispered into his ear, my boyfriend shuttering at the feeling of my warm breath fanning across his sweaty skin. “Forget the world outside and just cum for me, Thomas.”
With the mixture of my dirty words and my core purposely clenching down on him, Thomas moaned into my mouth as he finally reached his much anticipated orgasm. At the same time that he pulled out to release on my stomach, four unexpected figures suddenly appeared at the doorway and my body froze. Thomas didn’t even notice them, his eyes were shut tight in focus and he grunted loudly as his hot cum coated my skin. It wasn’t until then that I noticed just who was at the door, all of their eyes wide and jaws dropped in complete shock.
Gally, Alby, Newt, and Minho’s terrified eyes averted from the scene before them and all of the lust inside of me was replaced with horror. The four keepers of the glade just witnessed their newest Greenie cumming on the only girl here. My cheeks immediately felt hot and I knew they were painted with red blushes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Thomas’ husky voice snapped me out of my fear and my eyes shifted to look at him. He was furrowing his eyebrows at me in confusion and all I could do was stare.
“Thomas clean her up and meet us outside.” Alby spoke up with a voice full of authority and my boyfriend gasped. “Now.”
He didn’t even dare to turn around, I just watched as Thomas’ face became as red as mine. Alby quickly turned around and left, the three other boys following in his footsteps.
“Thomas, I’m scared.” I confessed, my concerned eyes piercing into his. “I don’t want to lose you.”
A soft and genuine smile appeared on his lips as my boyfriend placed his hand on my flushed cheek.
“You won’t.” He promised and I believed him.
Thomas grabbed what was left of my torn panties and used the cloth to clean his release off of me. As soon as he finished, both of us quietly put our clothes back on. Our minds too full of thoughts about what we were going to face to put together a conversation.
“Ready?” He asked me, his hand about to push open the door.
“Ready.” I nodded.
Slipping my hand into his free one, Thomas opened the door and lead us out into the glade. My heart beat violently against my ribcage as we approached the group of people formed in front of the maze’s doors, Alby already staring at us with his arms folded across his chest. I noticed how it was getting darker by the second, meaning the doors to the maze would be shutting any minute now.
“Look at that shuckface!” Gally suddenly shouted, pointing at Thomas and I didn’t understand where this anger was coming from. “He’s nothing but a piece of klunk!”
“That’s enough, Gally.” Newt defended as we entered the group.
Alby unfolded his arms and settled them beside him, he walked over to us and Thomas gulped at the proximity. He cleared his throat due to his nervousness and shifted on his feet, but never took his hand out of mine. The leader’s eyes flickered to it before they returned to their angry post on the Greenie, disappointment also evident in them.
“We don’t have many rules here in the glade.” Alby spoke up. “And yet, Thomas, you have managed to break the most important.”
I expected my boyfriend’s head to fall to the ground in shame, but instead he stood his ground. Thomas was in no way challenging or disrespecting Alby, he was just telling him through his actions that he didn’t agree.
“You’re going to have to be punished for going against our law.”
“Banish him!” Gally yelled and my entire body went weak.
“Alby, we can’t banish him.” Minho suddenly intervened, his eyes concerned about his good friend. “He’s too important.”
“Maybe we should just put him a night in the pit with no food.” Newt offered and the scoff that came out of Gally’s mouth was so loud it almost scared me.
“Absolutely not!” The annoying glader disagreed, his head shaking as he pointed at Thomas. “That’s too easy, he’s just gonna do it again!”
“So?” I spoke up, surprising both the gladers and myself. “I’m the one that decides wether or not someone touches me, not you guys!”
“(Y/N), you don’t know what you’re saying-”
“Yes, I do Gally!” I shouted in frustration. “Thomas isn’t hurting me and it shouldn’t be a crime if I like it.”
“She has a point, Alby.” Minho agreed with me and an actual smile placed itself on my lips.
“No, she doesn’t!” Gally hissed. “Alby, don’t listen to this. He can’t just spend a night in the pit, he needs to be kicked out.”
Alby lifted his hand to order silence in the glade and everyone immediately complied. A nervous lump formed in my throat as I realized that the leader had made his decision.
“Thomas, you won’t be spending a night in the pit.” Alby stated. “You’ll spending it in the maze.”
The entire world around me stopped so I could feel it quickly crumble into pieces beneath my feet. A static noise buzzed in my ear and my eyes became blurry with instant tears as I felt an icy cold hurricane crash down on me and drown me in fear. My heart pounded against my body as if it belonged to Thumper from Bambi and I was certain it was going to break through and fall down to the floor.
“No, no, no.” I shook my head in denial but no one said anything. It was already decided.
Out of nowhere, the sudden sound of the doors to the maze began to close and the ice water inside of me froze every single one of my limbs. Pain invaded my cells and tore them apart without any bit of mercy. The last thing I heard before I completely succumbed to my fear was Alby’s upset voice telling Thomas it was time to go. My breathing shortened and a sick feeling punched me in my stomach, warning me I was going to throw up. An invisible hand wrapped around my throat and forbid me from properly breathing and a mixture of hot and cold flashes sparked through my body. It was as if I were dying and I knew exactly what was happening to me. And by the way Thomas stood in front of me and placed both of his hands on my cheek, he also knew I was having a panic attack.
“Breathe.” He instructed and I tried to follow the way he was showing me breathing exercises. “It’s okay, just breathe. I’m going to make it, (Y/N). I need you to believe me.”
I wanted to say I believed him but all I could do was replay Chuck once telling me No one survives a night in the maze over and over again in my mind. Thomas continued to try and comfort me even though he was the one about to face the Grievers, yet we both knew my panic attack wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.
“Thomas, let’s go.” Alby stated, pulling his hands off of me and began leading everyone towards the moving doors.
We approached it and I did my best to ignore my panic attack as Thomas turned to look at me one last time. His eyes were begging me to be okay and I wished I could grant him what he wanted, but I wasn’t going to ever be okay again. My boyfriend quickly wrapped his arms around me and I ignored all of the stares from the gladers as he separated to place a kiss on my lips. It was short and of course I craved more, but mainly because a part of me knew I would never feel it again.
“I love you.” Thomas said to me for the first time and my heart actually jumped. My eyes flickered over to Alby for the slightest second and I could see the hurt in them. He didn’t want to do this, but he needed to enforce the rules.
My boyfriend walked through the doors to the maze and my legs ran to him, hot tears streaming down my face that I hadn’t even noticed until now. Newt immediately grabbed me before I could go in and I watched with a heart in agony as he entered the maze and turned around to look as me one last time.
“I love you, too.” I shouted through my hysterical sobbing.
Thomas gave me an encouraging smile before the rocks connected and he was trapped behind closed doors.
The entire night was one long and drawn out nightmare. My mind kept picturing the worst scenarios of Thomas in that terrifying maze, always ending with him being teared apart by the Grievers that showed him no mercy. His pillow was completely stained by my salty tears at this point and my cheeks were stiff with all of the dry water stuck to them. I was no longer sobbing uncontrollably like I had since the moment Thomas left, but I was now entirely numb inside.
Usually, I loved getting up early in the morning to see Thomas quickly before we had to run off into the maze for the day. However, today I dreaded the idea of leaving his hammock that I have already claimed my own. His smell still lingered in the sheets and I, in no way, was ready to part from the small piece of him I still had left. No one ever survives a night in the maze and Thomas is still relatively a Greenie which means he was no different.
Watching as the sun rose in front of me, the normally beautiful and vibrant colors no longer having an effect without Thomas here for us to marvel at them, I felt a small finger tapping on my shoulder. Turning around, Chuck looked at me with pity but also a small glimpse of hope in his eyes. He was laying on his hammock and I instantly noticed the dried tears on his freckled cheeks.
“He’s gonna make it.” He spoke up, his voice not groggy like I expected it to be which meant he also didn’t get any sleep last night. Our minds were too worried about our favorite person in this glade. “I promise you. Thomas is gonna walk right through those doors today and surprise us all.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, Chuck.” I stated, the lump in my throat now permanently lodged there. “It hurts more than just accepting the horrible truth.”
“This is the truth.” The chubby twelve year old sat up in his hammock, his eyes determined as they looked at me. “I’ve been in this glade as long as I can remember and never have I ever met someone like Thomas before. He’s strong, fast and– most importantly– he’s ridiculously smart. If someone’s gonna figure out a way to survive against the Grievers, that someone is definitely our Thomas.”
His words weren’t just made to comfort me and they weren’t full of pity or false hope, Chuck meant every single sentence that came out of his mouth. And from how certain he was about them, I couldn’t help hut feel like they were laced with truancy. I know Thomas better than anyone here and because of that, I was well aware he would never give up without one hell of a fight. My logic and my mind were telling me he was already long gone, but my heart suddenly felt a small spark of faith. All thanks to how sure this small yet incredibly courageous boy was.
“Thank you, Chuck.” I smiled for the first time since yesterday. “I needed to hear that.”
“And I needed to say it to someone other than myself.” He confessed with a kind smile that I gladly returned. “Now come on, let’s get some breakfast.”
Chuck shot up from his hammock and I let out a loud squeal when he turned mine, suddenly dropping me on the ground. The grass prickled my arms and legs, but I was now too focused on immediately standing up to get my revenge on him. The youngest glader let out a mixture of a scream and a laugh when I charged for him, already running away from me. But, I was determined and Chuck knew that which is why in a matter of seconds as we ran through the glade, not caring who saw us, I was able to wrap my arms around him and grab the kid. Instantly pinning him to the ground, Chuck shouted and giggled as I mercilessly attacked him with the tickle monster.
“Stop, please!” He pleaded through his loud laughter, the gladers waking up because of us. “Okay, okay! You win!”
“As always.” I smirked, pulling away from him. Chuck immediately let out a deep breath of relief and rested his elbows on the grass to glare at me.
“You’re an evil, woman.” He challenged and all I could do was laugh.
“I like to think of it as a gift.”
Winking at Chuck and then walking away, the sudden loud sound of the solid doors to the maze roared through the glade and warned us they were now opening. My heart instantly stopped and I didn’t even notice I was sprinting towards the heavy doors until I felt unexpected wind stinging against my cheek. I could see the maze already and my heartbeat paced faster than it ever has, not because I was running but because I was convinced that Thomas would be on the other side.
From my peripheral vision, I sensed Minho and Newt running along with me and Chuck right behind us three. We didn’t care that we looked desperate and insane, all we wanted was to see our Greenie again. I internally cursed my legs for not being fast enough and getting me to Thomas as soon as possible.
Once I had finally reached the entrance of the maze, my legs halted to a stop and my eyes immediately peered around the inside to see if they could spot him. I didn’t even mind that my breathing was completely unstable, that my heartbeat was pounding against my eardrums or that my lungs were burning in my chest. All I could think about was: Where the hell is he?
Thomas was nowhere in sight. The maze was completely empty and as I felt Chuck reach up and stand beside me, my mind began to slip back into the state it was in before. The panic and despair came back along with the pain and agony in my heart. All of the hope and faith Chuck had convinced me of instantly washed away only to be replaced by anguish and anger. The hurt I felt watching Thomas enter the maze is nothing compared to the wound that I will now have because he hasn’t come out of it. The once numb girl was now completely broken and shattered into a million pieces.
How could I have let myself think that things would’ve ended any differently?
Everyone knows people don’t make it with Grievers surrounding them, no human has a chance against those monsters. Thomas, the love of my life, was gone and there’s nothing I could do to get him back. He’s dead… and it’s all my fault. Why did I get involved with him when I knew it would put his life in danger? Why did I repeatedly be with him even though I was well aware of the possible consequences?
All I cared about was momentary passion and now Thomas has suffered a permanent punishment because of it- because of me. I’ll never forgive myself for what I have caused and I’ll never be able to live with the guilt either. Although, I won’t ever forget all of the fun times we had with each other and the love we shared. I don’t care that I can’t remember anything that happened to me before the glade, what really matter are the memories Thomas and I created together.
“So much for walking through those doors and surprising us.” I stated to Chuck as my voice broke, not even bothering to look at him.
I didn’t care how possibly hurt he was now, all I managed to do was look at the vacant maze one last time before tearing myself away from it and heading towards anywhere but here.
My legs carried me to the woods once again to cry alone and away from everyone else just like I had yesterday. But, this time it was so much worse. I couldn’t even see properly with how blurry my vision has become thanks to the non-stop tears. The back of my eyes burned as they cried, but it didn’t compare to the burning in my heart. It carried a weight like no other, a pain like never before. Leaning against a tree and slumping down to the uncomfortable ground, I allowed myself to just completely lose it.
Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping pulled me out of my own depressing thoughts to look up at the source. Rage and hatrid flowed through my body the second I wiped away the pooling tears in my eyes and came face-to-face with the one person I despise the most, Gally. He stood there in front of me with a disgusting grin planted on his face and I desperately wanted to slap it off.
“What the hell do you want, shuckface?” I hissed, forcing myself to stop crying so he wouldn’t see me so vulnerable and, to my surprise, it actually worked. Mind over matter, I guess.
The word came out of his mouth so naturally that I almost didn’t believe it, it wasn’t until he unexpectedly rushed over to me and lifted me off the ground that the reality hit me. Shockwaves of panic and fear immediately spread throughout my nerves like fire, instantly destroying me in its wake. A terrified and pained grunt escaped my lips when my attacker, all of a sudden, roughly pushed me up against the harsh tree. My body was so shocked with what was happening that I couldn’t even respond, my muscles frozen in place although my mind was screaming desperately at me to fight and run away.
“G-Gally!” I cried, my lips the only part of my body able to react as he gripped both of my wrists with one of his hands and settled it over my head. “Stop! What are you doing?!”
“What do you think I’m doing?” He spat back with a smirk and flashes of horror consumed me.
“You can’t do this!” I shouted frantically, my voice desperate and unstable.
“Why not?” Gally’s black and dark eyes pierced into mine, his icy stare making me feel cold. “Thomas did.”
The mention of his name sparked something in me I couldn’t explain and I, suddenly, felt stronger than ever. My body finally responded to the commands my neurons were sending to my muscles. Immediately and harshly stepping down on his foot, Gally let out a yelp of pain and out of instinct, let go of my hand.
“I wanted Thomas to touch me! You’re just disgusting!” I shouted at him with intense fury before sprinting away from the psycho.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I heard him comment and I knew that he was already hot on my trail.
Before I even expected it, I was abruptly tackled to the ground by his forceful body and to say it hurt wouldn’t be a fair description. Adrenaline ran through my veins, but it didn’t matter how much I fought back because Gally was a lot stronger than me. As soon as I tried to scream for help, his hand instantly covered my mouth and stopped me from trying to escape. His other hand grabbed my wrists like before and there was no use in trying to get away anymore, I was completely submitted to Gally’s strength.
“I’m disgusting? You’re the whore, not me.” He hissed, tears already returning their posts down my cheeks. “I’m one of the leaders here and my voice is heard, not yours. If you say anything about this, (Y/N), no one’s ever gonna believe you.”
A sudden and familiar voice that didn’t belong to neither me or Gally spoke up from behind us and I immediately recognized it. My attacker’s eyes widened in fear, meaning he also knew exactly whom it belonged to and relief spread through my once terrified nerves when he quickly stood up.
There, standing over us, was the one person I desperately wanted to see the most. His shirt was torn, his shoulder covered in yellow slime, all of his skin painted with dirt, blood and sweat- but he never looked more beautiful in his entire life.
Not being able to handle waiting, my legs jumped up and instantly ran towards Thomas. His arms already welcoming me as I crashed into his embrace. I couldn’t care less about Gally anymore, all that mattered was that Thomas was alive and well. I hugged him so tight because I was afraid he would disappear if I let go, but instead of wincing my boyfriend just hugged me as tight right back. My tears of joy stained his shirt even further, Thomas caressing my hair whilst I cried into his chest.
“Baby, what do you want me to do with Gally?” He asked, the sound of his voice music to my ears.
“I don’t care.” I shrugged. “I just want to hold you forever now that you’re back.”
I didn’t know how it was possible, but Thomas hugged me even tighter and I loved every second of it.
“I’m too tired to kill you, Gally. Just get out of my sight.” He warned, his voice stern. “Go now before I change my mind!”
I tuned out the sound of Gally’s feet crushing grass and twigs as he ran away from us, my mind only focused on the steady pace of Thomas’ beating heart in his chest. He placed kisses on my temple continously and it didn’t help to stop the salty tears streaming down my cheeks.
“I thought I lost you.” I cried.
“Well, I promised you wouldn’t.” He chuckled, his body shaking the both of us as he did. “And I’m not one to break a promise.”
“I’m just glad you’re home with me.”
“(Y/N),” Thomas pulled away so he could stare me deep into my eyes. “You are my home.”
do u wanna know something fucked up i walked in on my friend the other day and she was asleep and LAUGHING in her dream and i woke her up to give her charger back and she woke up literally laughing and smiling and was like ‘good morning benjie omg i was just having the funniest dream’ and i was like ????? how does someone wake up in such a fairy tale way like im lucky to even open my eyes let alone smile
This morning I woke up determined to fall in love. I don’t know why today was any different from every previous morning, where I usually wake up determined (through quantum physics) to try and squeeze two more hours of sleep into the nine minutes allotted by my snooze button. But today was different.
'Fall in love!’ - The thought entered my brain before my eyes even opened, and my smile continued to grow as I inhaled deeply the smell of a new day that carried the fragrance of my mission. I spent a few precious moments in my nest of down pillows, my old favorite to the left of my head. Giving it one last loving squeeze, holding the promise to share my adventures in the evening, I slipped from my bed and set off on my quest, guided by an unknown ‘knowing’.
Although my morning rituals were unchanged, (making tea, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, etc.), I became aware of things I had not previously noticed.
My shower for example: today I was aware of every individual drop of water as it alighted on my skin. It was a symphony that had played every morning, yet I had never tuned in to hear it before today. I fell in love with the music.
My day continued as such, with each previously mundane situation being redefined. I took a sip of my black tea, noticing the perfect dark color, the bold flavor, and the heat as it flowed down my throat, warming my body from the inside out, infusing my cells with the sweet essence of the leaves. I fell in love with my tea.
That afternoon I took my daily walk on the Santa Fe Trail – one of my favorite places. Every day the trail changes, (the insects, the vegetation, the animals, etc.). For me, walking is a form of meditation, the place where I can connect.
Today I was only a quarter mile into my meditation when I noticed a furry, black caterpillar scurrying across the five-foot bald expanse of the trail. The caterpillar’s movements were so hurried, they smacked of panic. I briefly considered “helping” it to the other side, a thought I quickly dismissed as arrogant in a superior, human sort of way, and decided to merely observe and intervene only if necessary. It seemed, at that decisive moment, that I connected with this critter. Once it reached the tall green grass it stopped moving completely.
I waited a few moments and proceeded on my walk, lost in thought. Where will it go from here? When the time is right, it will seek a place to build its cocoon. Somewhere higher up, I hope. How does it choose? With complete trust, this creature will seal itself up, vulnerable as it hides in plain sight, dreaming of flight. Bravery personified in a furry critter that can easily pass under the radar, yet we all notice the butterflies. I fell in love with this caterpillar and the thoughts this little creature provoked.
I looked up as I continued walking, noticing the cloud formations. I realized that I was looking at a gift. Never again would I see that exact cloud in that exact formation. It existed whether I noticed it or not. I fell in love with it.
More importantly, I began to feel the love sent out, the subtle ambient vibration evident in all things, connecting all things. And like a pebble in a pond, the next overwhelming feeling exploded from my heart, the feeling of gratitude.
I felt more alive than ever before. I have heard it said that we are all spiritual beings having a human experience. Intellectually I understood that, yet it was only at this moment that I felt it. I knew I was a part of something so much greater than this human body I was experiencing.
Only when I became truly open to falling in love was I able to see that love is all around, in everything, just waiting to be acknowledged.
By protecting myself from “falling” I had actually prohibited myself from flying.
As I pondered my day, the love I’d felt for inanimate objects, living beings, and every conceivable thing that crossed my path, I realized I could no longer play small. I had a job to do: to be a part of the amplification of the vibration of love. With my heart full of love, I blessed the day as I drifted off to sleep.
A/N: I got this idea from this post, from the @imaginedanandphil blog, which is really good! :D Also, written in Dan’s POV!!
Summary: Dan is in the middle of a liveshow when Y/N randomly decides to be loud on the other room and distracts him. Until she ends up joining him, with unexpected results.
For fuck’s sake. Y/N was being so loud in the
other room, she was probably playing a game and having a rage fest because of
it. Or fangirling about something. One thing or the other. Maybe even both,
something to do with feels.
But since I was in the middle of a liveshow
and couldn’t exactly do much at that moment, I resolved to just roll my eyes
and grin at the camera with a resigned chuckle.
“Y/N is being so noisy” It was kind of
distracting to hear her, even if I tried to focus on the people on the chat.
Part V – “But we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers”
I stood there, transfixed by the overwhelming
feeling of her in my arms, unbelievingly real against the paleness of my tired
memories. I didn’t know what had happened to her – clearly something had happened – but was only glad I had
found her, right in the moment when my arms seemed to be so needed to hold her.
“Will ye tell me?” I murmured against her hair –
fragrant like a freshly squeezed lemon, like a garden after pouring rain -, my
hands rubbing her back in soothing circles. “What happened?”
“I will.” She tilted her chin, allowing our
eyes to meet – hers were dry but glassy, as if her body was wrecked with fever.
“I want to tell you.”
“Good.” I attempted a calming smile, but felt
the muscles of my face stiff from concern. “Do ye want to sit down?”
“We can’t talk here.” Claire told me, finally stepping
back, away from the comfort of my body – I felt the loss of her warmth as acutely
as I would miss a limb. Phantom pain, permanent and excruciating, constructed
by the mind to deal with unbearable loss. “This is Geillis place – she is a close
friend – and she’ll be arriving shortly from work. I thought she had forgotten
her keys when you knocked.”
“Ye can come to my house.” I offered, almost
biting my tongue in eagerness. The image of Claire in my home - the tips of her
fingers brushing the book spines in the shelf, her lips drinking from one of my
glasses - a kiss shared through the marks we’d both leave there – made my heart
swell to the point of bursting. “I mean, we can have a conversation there
without being disturbed or interrupted.” I babbled, struggling to explain
myself over a bout of flushing cheeks.
“Alright.” She nodded in agreement – trusting
me implicitly. Naturally. “Let me
just feed Adso and grab my coat.” The feline meowed in agreement and rubbed
against Claire’s legs, sleek and charming, as if he had been waiting to be acknowledged.
We made our way through the pleasant streets of
Edinburgh, headed towards my house, located just a few blocks away. We traded
some words, but were mostly immersed in our thoughts – preparing what we would
say and do, when we finally could expose ourselves in a safe haven. As we
walked, we didn’t touch – not even our arms bumped into each other, in that
casual way of shared movement. We were both consciously avoiding to touch,
keeping a safe distance, even if acutely aware of each other.
“It isna a big house.” I apologized in a
jumbled way as we entered my apartment, collecting unmatched socks and forgotten
papers along the way.
“I love it!” Claire smiled in a reassuring way,
admiring the big flat screen and black speakers. Her butterscotch eyes covered
my pictures and books, the quilt thrown over the back of the sofa, the
magazines and pamphlets I had sorted inside a little basket next to the
bookcase. “I can tell you live here – it’s warm and alive. It’s a real home.”
I grinned in content – almost purring in
satisfaction -, as she took off her coat. She wandered around, touching objects
with a respectful hand and clicking her tongue in appreciation of my book
collection. Eventually she talked again, her back turned to me.
“Where is your bedroom?” She asked in a rough
voice, unhinged – and then, predicting my puzzlement, she added in a low and
hesitant tone, as if talking to herself. “I haven’t been sleeping much – I didn’t
want to close my eyes and let my mind roam freely. I can barely stand on my
feet, to be honest. Besides,” Claire turned and glanced at me, fumbling again
with her sleeves. “I think it would be easier to talk if we touched.”
“Aye.” I breathed deeply, walking towards my
room. “Whatever ye need.”
I watched as she laid down on my bed, above the
plaid that meant home to me – taking off her boots and socks in the process.
Her movements were slow and calculated, as if she wished to cause minimal
impact with her presence, so that I would carry on with my life after her
departure. Claire rolled to her side, curled like an unborn child, safe and
peaceful in the womb.
I came around the bed and managed to lay down –
silent and precise as a thief in the night -, leaving an empty space between
us, as I faced her. She seemed tired beyond her years and utterly broken.
Without a word she slid her hand to the middle
of the bed, where I could reach out and touch it – I did so, softly playing
with her fingers until she relaxed and our hands were entwined.
“Why are ye here?” I asked, my voice husky. Her
face was a duality of shadows and bursts of light, coming from the window to
dance on her features. “In Scotland?”
“I had to come.” Claire adjusted her face on
the pillow, caressing the nail of my thumb with her fingers, her golden wedding
ring cold like a fetch between us. “I couldn’t be in Boston right now – I needed
time to think. This is the one place that has been home to me.”
“Are ye still married?” I risked, watching in anguish
as she winced in pain. She sighed – but the movements of my hand in hers seemed
to calm her enough to go on.
“Separated.” She licked her quivering bottom
lip, avoiding my eyes. “It turns out Frank wasn’t the man I thought he was. He wanted to own me.” Claire pursed her lips
in anger. “And when he couldn’t own me, I wasn’t enough. Everyday became a war
between us. A long and tiresome war.”
I gulped, taking in the shrapnel of her destruction.
With a swift movement of my spare hand, I rolled up the sleeve of her sweater,
revealing bruises the colour of mustard and moss, screaming against her marble white
skin – marks of resentful fingers, forceful enough to break vessels and
spirits. A lonely tear streamed down her cheek.
“He hurt ye!” I hissed furiously between
clenched teeth, fighting the urge to maim the husband who had so recklessly
broke the vow to protect her – to love
her. She needed my restraint and I could offer it to her – not another
display of bad temper by a man she had trusted. I hesitantly touched the
bruises, wishing to erase them with kisses, to heal them with the adoration I
would bestow upon her.
“I hurt him back.” Claire assured me, a look of
shame crossing her face – as if I could pay witness to the degradations
inflicted by both during their marriage. “He didn’t want me to leave. Frank
said he still loves me.”
“Does he?” I asked with gentleness, battling
the urge to ask her if she still loved him.
“I don’t know.” The tear track on her face
glistened like a dry river, leaving thirst in its wake. “His love didn’t hurt
like this, before.”
I wanted to ask her details on her failed marriage
– her unhappiness was patent and unbearable – but restrained myself. She must
have spent hours replaying the film of her derailed life, echoing words meant
to harm – there was no cure to be found in saying them once more. I wished only
to placate her pain – to take it all into myself, if I could. I longed to be
the bringer of her smiles and not of her tears.
“I called ye.” I suddenly revealed, half
embarrassed. “I waited too long – ye were gone by then. Maybe if I did…things
would have been different.”
“Perhaps.” Claire agreed, haltingly. “But you
were right – I shouldn’t have settled for less.”
I risked to brush her hair – silky and curly,
so elementally Claire that took my breath away – and she closed her eyes in
enjoyment of the intimate touch.
“What will ye do?” I asked, so afraid of the
answer I could die. I wished for nothing more than to have her in my bed, lying
so close to me as I memorized her, for the rest of my days. And yet I knew I
had no guarantee of intimacy, of another conversation, of another touch – I savoured
them all as a gift, for they were precious and not promised.
“I have to go back to Boston.” Claire
explained, gripping my hand with strength. “I have a life there – a nursing
job, medical school, friends and - .” She stopped, her eyes wide open.
I swallowed hard, fighting against myself to offer her an encouraging smile. “Ye
are still married to him.”
“Yes.” She closed her eyes, almost sobbing. I
brought her hand closer to my mouth and kissed her knuckles.
“I won’t tell ye what to do – that is for ye to
decide, mo nighean donn. But I need
ye to know something, Claire.” I touched her chin with tenderness, urging her
to open her eyes. “Ye alone hold all my heart – even before I knew yer name, ye
meant light to me. I’ll wait for ye
my whole live – and gladly so, even if it means that I’ll watch ye from afar,
happy and fulfilled with another man, worthy of ye.”
“Jamie, I – “ Claire started, but I kissed her
hand again and brought her against my chest, where my heart kept pounding,
speaking enough to silence her.
“I’d rather ye dinna make promises ye may not
wish to keep afterwards, when yer heart is less sore. When – if - ye mean them,
I’ll be here.” I pleaded, staring into her eyes – she held my gaze for a while
and nodded back. “Rest now, mo nighean
donn. Let me watch over ye as ye sleep. Let me see ye safe.”
“I’m always safe with you.” She whispered.
I cherished her and held her hand until she
fell asleep – finding new reasons to love her while she dreamt. She felt safe
and protected with me – and, for that moment, it was enough.
Even when night came and we were left in
complete darkness, I listened to her breathing, absorbing the symphony of the lover I craved. Once in a while I closed my eyes, making sure I could remember her perfectly
– opening them again to correct a small detail, to drink another drop of her,
afraid I would forget. Tormented I wouldn’t.
In the wee hours of night, I fought against
sleep. I felt raw and tender, heart and body aching, calling me irresistibly to
I must have surrendered at some point. I had
the vague recollection of a chaste kiss against my lips – timid, yet burning.
The office was buzzing with life that morning. Agents walked through the halls with coffee in their hands and serious looks on their faces. Your face was the one out of place, a beaming smile on your lips as you walked in.
Spencer stared in surprise as you waved happily, the lavender wool sweater that hung loosely on your body catching his attention. Your strode towards him carrying files under your arm, the same ones he had phoned you for and asked you to bring after he had forgotten them on the kitchen counter that morning.
“Here you go,” you said with a grin as you came to a stop at his desk and handed them to him. He took them with a grateful nod.
“Thanks,” he replied as he eyed your outfit again. The sleeves were too long and covered your delicate hands. The sweater was long in general, fitting you more as a dress than anything else. Was that his sweater? It sure looked like it. He felt speechless as he looked at the adorable way you rocked back on your heels, the lavender material swaying against your thighs.
“Is that my sweater?” He finally managed to ask, feeling completely flustered at the sight of you in his clothing. He recognized the small hole in the left sleeve and immediately knew it did in fact belong to him. You looked down at the sweater before giving a sheepish grin.
“Yeah. Are you mad?” You asked hesitantly. He quickly shook his head and instead reached out to grab your hand. You giggled as he pulled you into his side, looking up at you from his desk seat with wonder.
He gulped as he smelled your perfume, knowing the floral scent would stick the fabric for days to come. You looked so cute to him as you blushed deeply, slightly embarrassed at the agents who stared as they passed by. There were soft whispers as they all glanced in silent curiosity at the two of you.
“I think you look great,” he replied cheekily as he looked you over once more. “You should sleep over more often. I think I really like this look.”
Your soft laugh filled his ears as you bent down to give him a kiss. His cheshire smile was big enough that even JJ noticed it from across the room.
“Hi Y/N!” She greeted with a wave. You beamed back at the ray of sunshine of a woman and waved. “When will you be coming for dinner?”
“I’m free this weekend,” you called back with a friendly grin.
“No she’s not,” Spencer interrupted as he pulled you into his lap. JJ chuckled at his antics.
“I’ll call you later Y/N,” she laughed before disappearing to look for Garcia.
“Who do you think you are canceling plans for me?” You teased as his arms wrapped around you. He ignored the looks the agents have him, some happy and others disapproving, and instead focused his attention on your soft lips.
“I thought maybe we could hang out this weekend. Just you and me. And maybe with you in this,” he replied as he tugged at the fabric of his sweater. You grinned mischievously at his suggestion.
“I never knew you had a thing for me in your sweaters,” you said with a suggestive raise of your eyebrow.
“I never knew until I saw you in one,” he replied honestly. You chuckled as you slid off of his lap and landed on your feet.
“You’ve got work to do. I’ll see you later.” He grinned as you gave him one last innocent peck on the lips before bouncing out of the room. Emily passed by to catch him staring at your leaving form in slight awe.
“What? You’ve never seen a girl in your clothing before?” She asked in amusement.
“No,” he replied with a shy grin. “But I could get used to it.”
I hear Snow before my eyes have even opened, his steps
across the creaking floor too loud for the tranquility of the morning. I don’t move, listening to the water run, to
the soft sound of him brushing his teeth, and the familiar pang returns to my
stomach. If only I could keep this
moment of perfect softness and live in it, never moving forward from it. Just pure, quiet, contented bliss.
the pang reminds me that I have to get up, have to move from this spot, have to
face another day of his hatred, of my family’s expectations. That I can’t lie here and listen to him brush
his teeth forever. It’s the reason that
the pang exists at all.
stretch under the covers as far as I can, my legs hanging off the end of the
bed by at least a foot, my wrist banging the wall behind my head. I turn over to glance blearily at the
nightstand, my wand, the time on my clock…
eyes dart back to the wand, because it sure looks shinier than usual.
takes my vision a few hard blinks to focus, but once I can see clearly my jaw
drops open indignantly.
a cross on my wand.
specifically, there’s a silver chain, sporting an all-too-familiar silver cross
pendant, wrapped around my wand.
up and drop my feet to the floor, leaning closer for a better look. Not only has Snow tangled my wand in his
necklace, but he has gone far enough to secure it with tiny pieces of tape.
to his little display sits a card, the kind people attach to gift bags. Inside are two words. Your
grind my teeth as he shuts the water off.
I can’t tell if he’s made a stupid move or a clever one. Snow makes vampire jokes all the time, like
he’s trying to see if I’ll give myself away, but I didn’t think he was this
serious about the theory.
if I’m not a vampire, this trick will only mildly inconvenience me. If I am a vampire, I won’t be able to remove
my wand from his necklace without burning myself.
way, he’s about to have a very pissed-off roommate on his hands.
Snow emerges from the bathroom he leans against the doorframe and watches me,
making no effort to be stealthy about this particular prank.
raise an eyebrow at him. “Really?”
the big deal?” he shrugs with a sly tilt of his head. “It’s not like it’ll burn you, right?”
want to hold his gaze and show him I know exactly what he’s doing, but I
can’t. Not if I value what little
secrecy I still hold over him.
turn my face away from him and pick up my wand with a lightly trembling hand. I don’t hesitate before peeling away each
scrap of tape, and I bite the inside of my lip to keep from flinching as the
silver bites into my skin, leaving stings all over my fingers. They won’t turn into scars, but they will
burn until I can feed again.
believe this is yours,” I say as the chain drops to the table, my wand free
should drain him dry right here and now.
instead I take the cross fully in my hand, the shape searing into my palm, and
toss it like it’s a ball or a key or anything that doesn’t burn. I hold his gaze as he catches it easily.
have to do better than that,” I growl as he leaves without another word.
37953 words later, this story comes to a close as well! Thank you to everyone again for being so lovely and supportive and willing to read my garbage! And for everyone who didn’t get annoyed at my very irregular posting schedule… that’s my bad. I have another story I’m working on now, but I’m not sure when I will start posting it but it’s heavily influenced by the fanfic someone wrote to me that I reblogged earlier so if you want a sneak peek, then there it is!
After nearly five hours of sitting and laughing with Nathan and
his boyfriend, whose name I learned was Elliot, I collapse on my bed. Getting
to shut my eyes for a mere five minutes before I hear my apartment door open
and close. I keep my eyes shut even when I hear him enter my bedroom.
Maybe if I play dead he’ll kiss
shifts slightly as his weight presses down beside me and I can feel the tickle
of his hand as it brushes up my belly, between my breasts and to my neck. Still
I keep my eyes closed but heat blooms in my cheeks.
“I know you’re
not sleeping,” Will whispers, his lips grazing my jaw.
I exaggerate my
breathing and he chuckles.
be, you are sleeping,” he teases, pressing kisses along my face leaving a
blazing trail on my skin. “And you ask me why I call you sleeping beauty every
morning,” he whispers again, his lips just barely touching mine.
I pouted my
lips out and his laugh licks my soul.
“It’s rude to
keep a princess waiting,” I whine, my eyes still sealed shut.
forbid I get on the wrong side of a princess,” Will whispers and finally my
body sings as he presses a sweet kiss to my lips.
I flutter my
eyes open, surprised at how dark my room is and there he is, grinning at me
like a little kid.
those eyes,” he says and kisses me again, a little longer and harder this time.
reacts automatically, my hands traveling up his arm to his neck, marveling at
the feel of him and I curl into him just slightly. Will breaks my moment of fun
by leaning back and quirking an eyebrow at me.
“Oh no, you
aren’t getting out of it that easy,” he admonishes and props himself up on an
elbow while rolling to his side.
“But you said
earlier…” I pout and he bites a lip to keep from laughing.
“We have all
night, but believe me when I say that I will stay true to my word,” he says and
the way his blue eyes darken into smoldering embers makes my entire body
what you want so we can get this out of the way,” I sigh and flop my head back
down on my mattress in defeat.
Will is quiet
for a moment, trying to figure out how to word his question.
Nathan… uh,” he stutters.
Nathan is gay,” I finish his question and answer it for him.
playing with the sleeve of my shirt. “And you’re the only one who knows?”
I nod as
well. “For now, we talked a long time and it’s obviously only his decision on
when and if,” I watch Will’s fingers pull at the loose thread, “but he was very
happy when I was talking to him. I think him having Elliot helps. But it will
take sometime for him and Jake I think, because there really isn’t a way he can
beat around the bush about how he felt, and possibly still feels for him.”
I roll onto
my side, inches between my chest and Will’s and sigh into his shoulder.
“But he’s the
Nathan he wants to be, and that’s the most important part.” I finish and
breathe in Will’s comforting aroma.
to have a friend like you,” Will says after a few moments, a kiss brushing
against the top of my head.
just happy I have him back. I missed him and he missed me,” I say, leaning my
head back to rid myself of the itch from one of Will’s buttons on his shirt.
to miss?” He asks, grinning down at me.
say that when you wouldn’t let me-“
I’m cut off
by the sudden assault of Will’s lips against mine.
“I don’t wanna
hear it,” he murmurs and rolls so I’m hovering above him.
I cover his
mouth with my hand when he tries to talk again.
said I’d be seeing a lot more of you tonight, not talking a lot more,” I shake
my head at him and sit back on his legs to toss my shirt to floor.
His grin is
wicked as he sits up suddenly causing me to fall back onto my back, and it’s
still in place when he lays down a top of me.
say, dear,” he whispers, calling goosebumps to erupt on my skin.
ready?” A voice calls from downstairs of my parent’s house.
“Rian, the mirror won’t compliment you no matter how
long you stare into it,” I say snidely to my little sister.
She throws me
a withering glare over in the reflection and I snicker.
she then says and takes me off guard.
I glance down
at the low cut body suit and can’t help but smile.
“What did you
say to the boy this time to possibly affect his game playing abilities?”
this shirt won’t fix,” I say, a red flush creeping up my cheeks and it’s Rian’s
turn to snicker.
Rian and I
scurry down the stairs to our waiting entourage; Jake is deep in conversation with
Elliot and Nathan is scowling up at his.
pretty sure this isn’t something that you can miss now,” he snaps at me and I
press my lips together.
The wives and
girlfriends are to be in attendance for tonight’s home opener, a small ceremony
taking place before the game in remembrance of one of the Leaf’s all-time
greats who passed away during the offseason.
“I know, I
know,” I huff, terrified at the very idea of being on the ice in front of
everyone, but it’s for a very good reason which I have to keep telling myself. I
take comfort in the fact that many of the other girls have also never had to do
anything remotely similar to tonight.
I grab my
slip on top from the back of a couch, I only want to boost Will’s ego, not the
entire arenas. I have to run out the door to catch the other’s as they pile
into two vehicles, slipping between Nathan and Elliot in the front seat of his
sports car that has no backseat.
is warm around my shoulders as we pull into the steady traffic leading to the
things are different from the last time we all did this,” Nathan says,
squeezing my shoulder gently.
things,” I agree in a murmur, my eyes instantly going down to the glittering
ring on my finger. Not an engagement ring, a promise ring that I had given up
trying to refuse after I discovered the receipt on the floor.
looks down at the ring on my finger and then the ring on his own, his not being
a promise ring. I bring my hand over his, comparing our fingers side by side,
my diamond and his band shimmering in the setting sun. We both grin at each
other in giddiness.
“Still sure I’m
best man material?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow and he laughs.
“As long as
you don’t wear that shirt, I think you’re perfect best man material,” he
answers and I reflexively try and pull my shirt up, which doesn’t really work
with a bodysuit.
“Oh, you shut
up,” I scoff much to his amusement.
pregame ceremonies and digging myself back up from the basement hallways of the
arena, I sit down between Rian and Jake at our glass level seats. It hadn’t
been my first choice but Elliot had insisted that since it was his first NHL
game, he had to get the full effect. Shoving the slip on back into my purse, I
glance up just in time to see a puck flying at my face.
I glare at my boyfriend who is smirking at me from across the ice.
I mouth to him and I’m rewarded with another puck pinging off the glass before
gonna get some tonight,” Rian snickers beside me and I drop my jaw. “Oh no! I
meant you’re going to yell at him… but that probably works too.”
destroy the words even as they enter my eyes, I shake my head knowing they will
haunt me for the rest of my life.
why I sat with you instead of the others tonight?” I snap at her and instead
Jake wraps his arms around me and snuggles me into a hug.
love us so damn much,” he says in a high pitched voice, muffled by my shoulder.
Before I can
open my mouth to retort more hands circle around me until I’m being smothering
by four people and batting them all away.
“Why are you
so embarrassing?” I huff at all of them, adjusting my shirt and pulling my hair
back to where it’s supposed to be.
we can embarrass you the entire game in front of your boyfriend and all his
friends. It’s great for us,” Rian says through a mouthful of popcorn.
I shake my
head and lean back in my seat as the puck drops at center ice for the beginning
of a brand new hockey season.
“I don’t even
blame you for that,” I say and Rian glances at me.
who do you blame?” She asks me.
I nod towards
my favorite number flashing past, the puck on his stick.
Unrelated - But I really love that gif ^^ He looks so cute.
How long has it been? I honestly don’t know. I haven’t seen the sunlight in days. The last time I saw Jerome was the day that I kicked a guard in the nuts and broke the others nose. For doing that, they threw me in solitary. The room was small, with white padded walls. The doctors kept doping me up with something that made my bones feel like mush. I don’t know what it is, but they said it’s to ‘calm me down’. I couldn’t move, or even keep my eyes open.
I haven’t eaten for days because of this. Everyday at the same time they push a plate of food through a slot in the door. Sometimes, I manage to crawl over to it. Eat a few bites before it all comes back up. I feel disgusting. I just want to go home. But that’s the thing, there is no home. To be honest, anywhere would be better than here.
Summary: On the run with Logan, Laura, and Charles after Caliban gets captured by Pierce’s men, the group seeks safety in a casino hotel room. Until the Reavers catch up to them, and the reader gets captured. As a mutant with healing powers, y/n is wanted for research. But Donald Pierce is looking for a little more than her powers, and that results in something a little more than dangerous.
Request: Your writing is AMAZING❤ Could I request an Ethan x reader? Where the reader is a youtuber and they doing the girlfriend/boyfriend challenge?
Summary: Fem!Reader and boyfriend Ethan do the boyfriend/girlfriend tag for reader’s youtube channel! Lots of fluff ensues.
A/N: Hey there kiddos, I would like to apologize for taking so long with this request. I had class today, not to mention an essay due just a couple hours ago so I mostly tried staying away from my phone. That being said I lovedthis request so much because there were so many possibilities for fluffy stories ahhh. I mean as it stands, it’s 1am as I’m typing this right now and I have no regrets. I’m kinda proud of this one tbh. Sorry, no self deprecating humor in this author’s note. Anyway, thanks for the request so much, it was so fun to write this! Enjoy!
Wordcount: 1131 srry I got carried away whoops
Warnings: s o m u c h f l u f f. Physically repulsive to read so much cute thing. Continue at your own risk. Also i said ‘ass’ a couple times I think.
Please request some more! My inbox is empty! Pleaseeee!
If you ever need a pick me up just remember this photo of me on Buzz Lightyear. In which I thought I was looking so fucking slick in the moment with my finger gun pose and my stupid eyes weren’t even open.