it was not brenda by any chance

Two of Us | TBS

a/n: as requested by histekia: Thomas Sangster is Y/N new neighbor and has the habit of playing old Rock music at 3 am, what makes Y/N hate her new door buddy more and more. One day when she has to get up early for an audition for the scorch trials movie, she bangs at the door of the Beatles listener and screams and yells at him. one week later Y/N got the job and its her first day on movie set, neighbor was silent since this day, but Y/N has to find out, her new co worker is Rock lover Thomas Brodie Sangster (thanks!)

Pairing: Reader x Thomas Brodie Sangster

Warnings: mild language, drinking mention

Word Count: 2040


 Life was pretty quiet in your neighbourhood. You lived in a basic, but decent loft in the high rises of New York. The only reason you lived there is your ‘rising’ success in the acting industry. A few commercials here and there and you’ve been extras in movies.  Also you would interview celebrities and such, so that always helped. Soon enough, you gathered enough money to have a place you can call ‘home.’

And you love how there’s no loud noises, if any,  and you were great friends with your next door neighbour, Maria. She was so sincere and you two would always have wonderful conversations. She would always bring the best out of you. 

One day, Maria came in with a box that was labeled, ‘stuff for Y/N.’

“What’s all this for?” you pondered as you rummaged through the box.

“Well,” Maria started, “I was called from my agent saying that I’m moving to LA for getting a role in America’s Next Top Model!”

“Oh, Maria! That’s wonderful news!” you cried.

“These past three years have been amazing experience, and it’s been an honor having you as friend,” Maria choked.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better friend,” you replied.

“Well, I’m already packed up and ready to go, I’m leaving tomorrow and honestly: I’m going to fucking miss you,” Maria giggled.

“Hey, let’s just make the best of it,” you replied as you brought out two wine glasses.

“Cheers!” Maria announced.



Days turned into weeks, and you realized how much you missed Maria.

“I’m doing wonderful, Y/N” Maria fawned as you talked through face time on the computer. Maria was talking about a cute guy she’s been chatting up off the screen.

“It’s a damn shame you don’t know anyone that’s interested in you,” Maria sighed as you rolled your eyes.

“I already told you, I don’t need a man right now. I’ve got big plans.” You huffed.

“Sure, sure,” Maria chuckled, “Heard anything about my old ‘home’ being up for grabs?”

“Well, I heard some guy already took it just it a few days ago, and he’s already moved in and everything.” You grumbled.

You must have a sixth sense. Because at that moment, a guy about your age of 23 barged in simply saying, “Can I borrow your phone to call a locksmith?”

“Kitchen counter, you’re welcome.” You blatantly say, not even caring who just came inside your home. It didn’t matter really; it was often that it happens, simply because you’re a nice person… Sometimes.

“Who was that?!” Maria asked suggestively.

“I have no clue, it’s probably some bloke who got locked out,” you replied, surprised at your choice of words.

“Don’t say such a thing! Maybe he’ll be your future boyfriend,” Maria insisted.

“Now you’re just plain wrong. Look, you’ve scared the boy off!” you snickered, wondering where the guy went. Looks like he just, vanished. He probably stole your phone or a prized possesion, but it’s gone now. 

“Okay, okay. Hey, I’ve gotta run! Producers shouted that they want me and all that crap,” Maria sighed.

“Hey, I’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines okay?” you sympathized.

“Alright Y/N, and I’ll cheer you on for the vie to get that movie role!” she cheered.

“Cheers!” you yelled.

“Cheers!” Maria sang.



It is 3 in the fucking morning. Who in the name of hell, blasts music at such a peculiar hour.

The stupid music has been playing every night around 3 for the past 3 weeks, and whoever blasts the music, they don’t ever stop until exactly at 4:30 in the morning. And it’s always classic rock.  Your neighbor must be some old hippie pothead or wannabe ‘hipster.’ But, you’re not the one to judge.

As you put your ear next to the wall, you realize that the mystery person blasting classic rock songs is specifically your all time favorite band, The Beatles.

“I’ll let you slide this time once again, mystery man,” you chuckled, returning back to practicing your script for your audition later that day.

It’s for a role in this movie called The Scorch Trials. The role you were trying to obtain was for the role of a girl named Brenda.  

You don’t know much about the plot, other than there was a first movie before this one, and that it ‘was critically acclaimed’ and ‘popular’ among the teen population.

You’ve wondered the past years why dystopia-themed movies have been on the rise. Why are teenagers so pumped up of living during an apocalypse? It just doesn’t make any sense.

Is it the plot? The setting? The feeling that you might have a slight chance of defeating the odds? You just don’t know.

Maybe it’s the character’s charisma. Or the movie potrayals. Or maybe the guys are just very ‘attractive.’

Who knows.

“Teenagers are so fucking weird,” you concluded, “I’m surprised I was like that as well.”

You were trying to concentrate long and hard on the script, trying to get into character.

But you just couldn’t. Not with all the racket next door.

You turn on your phone to check the time: 3:46 am.

“Great,” you huffed, “might as well just stay up the rest of the fucking morning.”

But you knew you couldn’t do that, even if your life depended on it. 

Because everybody knows, once you mess up one tiny bit during the audition… you’re fucking done.

And there’re nothing you can do about it.

“Well,” you groaned, “here’s to hopefully having a successful audition.”

“Cheers…” you whispered as you dozed off to sleep.


One Week later. outside your home. 2:30 PM.

You got the part. The role of Brenda for the The Scorch Trials. And it felt bloody fantastic. The directors even gave you the final listing for the movie, and said ‘better start getting to know them: they’re a handful,” he said as he chuckled.

You walked into your home, and just started to play your own fair share of music (a reasonable volume, of course), while busting out the materials to bake your own celebratory cake. 


Hours upon hours went by, and you just celebrated the day, even calling Maria about the news while she was being filmed. it was a real knee slapper that the producers said they might include that bit for their next episode. 

You were so bloody happy that you didn’t know that you just wasted an entire afternoon/evening being alone. And it was alright.

You see on your clock that it says it’s 7 in the evening. 

“Hell yeah time to have a movie marathon,” you cheered.

Then the unthinkable happen: the neighbor started to play their music. This time. it was ‘Helter Skelter’ by the Beatles.

And it wasn’t 3 in the morning.

“Holy shit I’ve had enough of this,” you yelled as you marched out the door and went next door to the neighbor’s door.

You started banging the door and ringing the doorbell, but no one would answer.

“Hey! Whoever the fuck you are: you better fucking stop blasting that music or I’ll call the police,” you boomed as you gave the door a good kick before you stormed off back to your place.

You decided to forget entirely about the movie marathon and chose to do your favorite hobby that calms you down: playing guitar.

You played random chords, to full songs, to your own creations. It was very calming to hear the gentle strum and the occasional foot tap.

Out of nowhere, you started to sing to the song ‘Two of Us’ by the Beatles, and you were in pure bliss.

Every note, chord, and vocal made you lose yourself, and soon enough you singing loud enough so your voice would echo across your home. That song was the first song you’ve ever listen from them, and ever since, it was always you go-to song to have a breather from a long day at work.

As you were singing your heart out to your jam, you didn’t hear the door open. And it completely caught you by surprise and you let out a yelp.

“Oh! i’m so sorry” the worried voice said from the front door,  "am I pertruding you??“

You composed yourself and said, “Oh, not at all!” you said as you blushed as you set down your guitar.

"I just wanted to apologize from earlier,” the guy sheepishly said with his strong accent. It was the same guy that asked for a locksmith just weeks earlier.

“What did you do?” you quizically asked.

“I’ve been responsible for all the loud music for the past month or so,” he responded as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You?!” you exclaimed, “you’re the one that puts the ‘sick’ in ‘classic rock?!’”

“I’m really, terribly sorry if I’ve caused any trouble,” he said as grabbed your hand and started shaking it furiosly.

“oh, no worries!” you chirped, flustered, “if anything, you helped me!”

"And how does that work??”

“Well,” you started, “because of your music, I would stay up later to practice my lines for a role I was auditioning for. And now I have the part!”

“Well, congrats to you!” the guy cheered, “Funny you say that: because I’m here for a movie as well. Well, I didn’t have to audtion because I’m already part of the movie.”

“Wait,” you said, “what movie are you gonna be in?” 

"This movie called The Scorch Trials," the guy responded, "why?”

Then it hit you: the accent, the movie, the director’s words, the hair. it was all connecting.

Quickly you got the cast list you recieved and kept muttering, “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

“Is something wrong,” the guy piped up as he trailed behind, wondering what you were doing.

You spun on your heel and said apruptly, “you’re Thomas Brodie Sangster, you play Newt.

Then it clicked to Thomas, “and you’re Y/N, the girl that got the role of Brenda!”

Awkward silence followed after.

“So, you’r a Beatles fan, huh?” you piped up.

“I’m pretty sure everyone is..” Thomas chuckled.

“Favorite member?” you asked.

“Paul, because he plays the bass… and I sometimes do as well,” Thomas said.

“George is my favorite,” you simply said.

Another awkward silence.

“So was that you singing ‘Two of Us?’” Thomas questioned.

“Yeah, it was…” you stammer.

“Well I think you sounded absolutely wonderful,” Thomas complimented, blushung a deep red as he nervously laughed, “you have such an angelic voice.”

"Why thank you,” you beamed. It’s the first time anyone (excluding family and Maria) has ever listened to you sing all alone. You’re usually doing duets at campfires and that’s about it.

“I know this might sound crazy,” Thomas said, “but I think I’ve fallen in love with you”

Your heart froze. You felt butterflies in your stomach as the two of you leaned in for a kiss. The kiss felt wonderful, sweet… Loving. A big, dopey face was on both of your faces, and the two of you couldn’t stop blushing.

“Y/N…” Thomas whispered, “would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night??”

“I would love to!” you gushed. 

“You’ll never forget it, promise.” Thomas said as he kissed your hand, “how about a jam session to celebrate our new road?”

“Excellent idea,” you said, imitating his accent. You went to your closet and got another acoustic guitar and handed it to Thomas.

The of you went to the couch, and Thomas said, “Let’s sing the song that I heard when I first met you face to face.”

“Two of Us?” you happily asked as Thomas nodded as you started to say your favorite part of the song:

I Dig a Pgymy by Charles Hawtry and the Deaf-Aids

Phase One in which Doris gets her oats.

Thomas laughed as he started strumming the first few chords.

Two of us, riding no where spending someone’s hard earn pay

You and me Sunday driving, not arriving 

on our way back home…

And for the rest of the night, you and Thomas strummed away, forming a close bond.

Just like John Lennon and Paul McCartney.

Only better.

a/n: thank you once again for this prompt! it’s actually one of my favorites. remember: send more ideas! love you guys :) cheers xx

Aris Imagine

“Truth or dare?” Brenda asks you.

You chuckle. “Truth.”

“Was there any part you didn’t hate about being involved with WICKED?”

“Meeting Aris.”

“Love you too,” Aris says while grabbing your hand.

“Sonya, truth or dare?”

“Hmm,” she considers for a moment. “Dare.”

“Umm… go up to Thomas and tell him he dropped his pockets.”

She chuckles, walks over to Thomas, and comes back a moment later. “Aris, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he answers.

“Hmm… kiss the prettiest girl in the group.”

“Sonya he’s got a girlfriend,” Harriet says while slapping her arm.

“I know, I was giving them a chance to kiss. Plus, I couldn’t think of anything else.” She looks at Aris. “You gonna do it?”

Aris turns to you and presses his lips against yours. You kiss for a moment, until he pulls away and puts his arm around you. “Harriet, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she answers.

“Do you think anything good resulted of WICKED?”

“Not at all. Brenda, truth or dare?”


“Go climb a tree and scream I’m Tarzan!”

She chuckles but goes over to a tree, and a couple minutes later screams out I’M TARZAN!

You laugh as she comes crawling down the tree very quickly, retaking her place in the group. “Y/N, truth or dare?”


“Why do you like Aris? I mean, he’s great and all, but why him?”

“Because. He’s kind and funny and he was there for me when no one else was. When everyone turned against me thinking I worked for WICKED, he stood by my side.” You turn to look at him. “Plus, he’s pretty cute.”

He chuckles. “Love you too.”

“Aww!” Sonya says. “Kiss!”

“We already did,” you say, turning to look at her.

“You were starting to have a moment.”

You chuckle and roll your eyes as Aris puts two fingers on the side of your faces and turns you back to look at him as he presses his lips to yours.

This good and fluffy?

@mintteaandmemory continued from [X]

It took him a second to process what the stranger said through his fogged mind. It was as thick as the haze that settled around him in this broken down neighborhood. 

I’m Rob. Yeah, I’m alright.. S-Sorry for running into you, Brenda.. Do you know where we are by any chance?”

It did make him feel a bit better now that he knew someone else was also in this predicament. However he was a bit insecure about his tear now, though.  

From the Past - Part 1 (Newt Imagine)

Originally posted by gangsterthomasbrodie

It had been two days since those who remained of the Gladers entered the Scorch. Two days of them wandering, trying to find their way north to the Safe Haven to get a cure for the Flare, as was assigned by Ratman. 

They had already lost quite a few people to the weird floating metal that decapitated some of the boys, and the lightning storm had also wiped out a good few boys. Now, the numbers of the boys and the chances of survival were dwindling.

But then, it seemed as though the Gladers had a stroke of luck as they walked through the decimated city where they had met Brenda and Jorge, two Cranks with some sort of authority among the other Cranks. They both were fairly good with the city (Brenda more so than Jorge, however), and they were currently leading the Gladers to the food supply.

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James Dashner about Brenda's background.

Yesterday, I got the chance to see James again (for like the 7th time lol) and he was as kind as ever (he called me out by name as one of his biggest fans; I was a little flattered & embarrassed) 

& I got to ask him the questions: At about what time did Brenda start working for WICKED along with Jorge and if she ever interacted with Thomas, Teresa, or any of the gladers? (If they did, they wouldn’t remember unless they got their memory back). Thank you to maliathale for reminding me to ask him.

The question basically stumped him. He was like “Oh, I have to think about that. Oh jeez…” And he got really quiet and started thinking. His agent, Michael just laughed. He asked me if I had read “The Maze Runner Files” and I was like oh, yeah. He was like trying to think it through. He was thinking aloud like “well, she mentioned what happened to her dad in The Scorch Trials”…And then finally he said, “Well, I think she probably interacted with Thomas and Teresa because of the planning…They probably spoke about it.” I got excited. He noticed & he turned to Michael and was like “Hmm…I wonder just where we could explore that idea. I hadn’t thought about it.” They were both very sly so all I could think about was PREQUEL. He never said it outright, but I know he’s said before that he would probably want to write one eventually and he’s done with the Mortality Doctrine series so….YAS.

There may’ve been a little more, but the question really made him think. I think my headcanon of Brenda seeing Thomas before really makes sense now. I mean, Brenda had to speak to both Thomas and Teresa about what was gonna happen in the Scorch City.

nomimarks  asked:

I just saw your post about Bellarke being canon (in your opinion) by the end of S3. Talk to me about this. What would be ideal for you to see? Basically I'm asking for your headcanons bc that little post from you made my heart skip a beat and I jUST WANNA KNOW HOW YOU ENVISION IT HAPPENING

Okay okay OKAY. Now.

So first off, my assumption that they’re going to happen is a gut-reaction that I had immediately upon watching the season 2 finale. Just EVERYTHING thing in that episode combined with looking back on how much their relationship escalated in season 2 general, and the thought RINGING IN MY HEAD as Clarked walked away was 


If you’d asked me in season 1, I’d say that I liked them together but I don’t know if the show is going to do it (this was when we all thought Flarke would be on/off for three or four years).  By mid season 2 I was up to assuming they were probably going to make Bellarke canon but it’ll be a ways.  Then 2x09 hit on all the Finn/Bellamy comparisons, and 2x15 hit with Lexa breaking her relationship with Clarke in a way that sinks it almost beyond retrieval, and then 2x16 hit with all the stuff it had, and altogether my mouth was hanging open and I was IM-ing brenda-thegenius and we were flipping out because it’s moving so fast.  It’s moving so fast that not only do I think it’s going to happen (I’m about 99% sure), but I’m now like 90% sure it’s going to happen next season.

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