my love for carrie and brody is getting on me again

I’ve got you //Newt Imagine//

Requested by: @shiruisawesome123

Request: Hi! Could you please do a Newt x Reader (For Maze Runner) where WCKD gives Y/n all her memories so she can turn, but she doesn’t thanks to Newt <3 and she only shares that face with Newt and Minho (Who is like her brother). Please?? Also sorry this was a really long request…

Warnings: none

A/n: So I did something a little different with this one. My best friend ( @iconicgalaxies ) actually wrote the imagine and then I added to it so gotta give her credit for it as well! Hope you like it!


Your breath came out in short, shaky breaths as you followed the man you were forced to trust into a small, dark room. A single chair sat in the middle of the floor, facing a dark wall and the man motioned towards it, and despite the nasty feeling in your gut, you crossed the room and sat down. Your hands folded neatly in your lap and you closed your eyes peacefully, You didn’t want to see what would happen to you. As you stared at the darkness of your eyelids, the faces of your closest friends burned into your mind. You remembered how shocked and scared they looked as your name filled the hollowness of the room. You remember the feeling of hundreds of eyes on you as you stood up and you remembered Newt grabbing your hand tightly, stopping you from moving. You remembered how concerned his eyes looked as he looked up at you, his golden locks falling into his eyes.

“Don’t.” He whispered and you were overcome with sadness when you were forced to pull your hand away from his. You didn’t want to leave without them, but Janson wouldn’t let it happen any other way.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, torn at his saddened expression. You lifted your eyes and took a deep breath as you walked towards Janson and the collecting group of teenagers around him. You remembered the taunting hallways and the room where Janson explained that it wasn’t to a sanctuary you were going. You remembered the distraught faces of those who had once been ecstatic and you remembered the tears that had collected on your cheeks when you realized the last moments of your life were to be shortly lived.

You heard a door open but your eyes remained firmly shut. You knew this was it. After this, there would be nothing else for you. You inhaled sharply as you felt the prick of a needle against your skin and a tear fell past your already damp eyelashes. You felt the needle being pulled away and a moment later, the door closed again. You were ready.


“I’m worried about her…After what Tommy found with Aris, how do we know that’s not going to happen to her..?” Newt ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair, his eyes wide and frightened. He had been completely distraught ever since they led her away and it pained him to know that he couldn’t do anything to protect her. He didn’t even know if she was safe or not. Thomas sat beside Minho on the lower bunk of his bed, his face solemn and his heart heavy. Minho had his head in his hands and he carried an even heavier heart. You were always extremely close to Minho. From the moment you arrived in the glade, he had taken you under his wing and ever since then he had acted like a big brother to you. Losing you was heartbreaking for him.

Minho shook his head, “How could we just let her leave? We know we can’t trust these people and we still let her go! What if they hurt her?” he growled as he jumped to his feet, bawling his fists and looking towards Newt, a hopeless expression drawn on his face. They all looked at their leader, Thomas who was in deep thought trying to figure out what to do. “Alright,” he said, “We know where the room is….we can go look for her..”

The group was breaking every rule possible, if this place even had rules. By the time nightfall came, the group had devised a plan not just to find Y/n, but also to escape. They climbed through the vents under the bed, following Thomas to the place they hoped she would be. The place was so foreign to them they had no clue where they were going. It felt like the maze all over again. Thomas cursed under his breath as the group hit a dead end.

“There!” Aris pointed, another vent system. Newt had a terrible feeling in his gut as they followed Aris into the empty hallway and towards the door Thomas had described. Minho stepped beside Newt, giving him a sorrowful glance before heading towards the door.

“If we’re going to escape then there is something I have to do first,” Aris said as he started backing down the hallway. “Trust me, it’ll come in handy later.”

“Someone should go with him, so he’s not alone. Winston, you go with him.” Thomas muttered as he pointed towards Aris. “We’ll find Y/n.” Winston nodded before running after Aris, leaving the three boys alone in front of the door. Thomas pulled out one of the guard’s key cards from his pocket and used it to unlock the door. Timidly, Newt, Minho, and Thomas stepped into the dimly lit hallway. Another door opened and Minho and Newt stared in disbelief at what they saw. Rows of bodies were hung up on machines that glowed in the dark. Tubes and wires attached the bodies to the machines for who knew what reason.

“Check them, see if you can find Y/n.” Thomas said before disappearing into a row of bodies. Newt and Minho did the same. Newt’s eyes jumped from body to body. He recognized some of them as people in the cafeteria and he felt his heart pounding in his chest knowing that Y/n would be somewhere in the room. His heart nearly stopped when he saw a girl, her hair the same color as Y/n’s hanging in front of her face. He stepped towards her and slowly pulled her hair behind her ear.

“I found her!” Newt whispered loudly. Minho and Thomas were by his side in seconds. Minho began tearing the wires from your skin and Thomas carefully pulled away the tubes.

“We gotta get out of here.” Minho said quickly as your body fell into his arms. Newt nodded and started running towards the door again, Thomas hot on his heels and Minho trying his best to keep up. The moment they were all out of the door, a loud blaring alarm echoed through the hallways, startling all three of the boys. They began racing down the hallway, at this point paying no attention to how much noise they were making.

A loud crashing noise woke you up from your unconscious slumber. Your eyes fluttered open, and even though your sight was blurry, you could make out three figures rushing around a room. “Hurry up! Put it in front of the door!” You heard Minho shout. You winced from the pain in your head and tried to sit up.

“Y/n! You’re awake.” Someone said next to you. You glanced up to find Newt with a smile on his face. “Minho! She’s awake!” Newt shouted and Minho rushed towards you. “Y/n. Oh, my god.” he grinned down at you.

“What’s happening? Where are we?” you looked around to find you were in a strange room you had never seen before. You were on a bed, while Thomas ran towards the door trying to shove things in front of it like tables and chairs.

“There’s no time to explain. Can you walk?” Minho asked taking your hand. “Yeah.” you nodded as he slowly pulled you up.

“Minho!” Thomas yelled over the sound of fists pounding on the door. Someone was trying to get in. “Stay with her!” Minho shouted to Newt who nodded.

You swallowed and looked up at Newt with tears in your eyes. “I remember everything, Newt.” you said quietly. Newt’s eyes filled with concern as he looked down at you.

“Remember what?” He asked. Even in this frightening situation, he was able to give you his undivided attention.

“Before the maze. My memories.” You sniffled, a tear fell from your eye as you remembered the fear of your mother carrying you through a crowded street towards the people in masks, yelling at them and telling them you were immune.

“It’s alright, love.” he hugged you to his chest as you as you cried into his shoulder. You felt safe in Newt’s arms, something you rarely ever felt. You breathed in his scent and hid your face in his shirt. Just as the pounding started to get louder Minho and Thomas ran towards the window in the wall. They lifted up chairs and started banging them against the glass. Finally the glass broke, and smiles of relief spread over the boys’ faces. “Come on!” Minho gestured for you to come forward. He helped you cross over the broken glass and Newt followed closely. He stood next to you in a protective way, his body hanging close to yours. His fingers crept against the back of your hand. You were scared, no doubt about it. You quickly laced your fingers with his and squeezed his hand.

“Y/n, you okay?” Minho looked into your eyes after walking up to you. You let go of Newt’s hand to pull your him into a close hug. “I was so scared, Min. I was so scared I wasn’t gonna see you again.” you cried as you both hugged each other. “I was too. We’re gonna be okay. Now stay close to Newt, okay? He’ll keep you safe. Just don’t stop running.” Minho said as you two pulled away. You nodded and then grabbed Newt’s hand again. “Let’s go!” Thomas shouted as everyone ran for their lives out the door.

Something To Think About (Part 5) - Newt Imagine (SMUT)

Idk why I added smut to this, I was just feeling like it haha and yes I totally stole the smut part from one of my other imagines and changed it a little (I was lazy at the moment).

This is the last part. Hope you like it! Enjoy! :) 

Pairing: Newt x Reader
Note: Fluffyyy. Kiss and make up. A really short smut part.
Warning: SMUT!
Here is Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 & Info about the series.
Word count: 1688

Originally posted by beflames

Newt´s POV

What have I done? I thought to myself. I was still standing there at the very same spot as Y/N had left me in, surrounded by Thomas and Minho. The other boys had left the room, they had seen and heard enough and wasn’t interested in more drama.

“I made a promise to her…” I murmured and broke the silence.

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Shape of You

Request: Hello💐 Could you do a a Newt imagine based off the song ‘Shape of you’ By Ed Sheeran? Reader: a runner, best friends with Newt, and Minho, and you can add whatever else you want. Thank you if you do this imagine and btw I love your imagines😍 #FLUFFY 💭

Warnings: nonw

Shape of You - Ed Sheeran

Newt stared at you from afar. You had just woken up for the day, beginning to prep for your run in the Maze. Minho met up with you as always, and like usual you two would go over to Newt.

“Mornin’ Newt,” you grinned. “How’d you sleep?”

“Morning, I slept real good actually. You?” 

You carried on with conversation, laughing and smiling. You and Newt blushed a lot, Minho groaning at the obvious love connection.

Newt blushed madly, loving your smile. He so badly wanted to just grab you and kiss you. He’d been wanting to do it for so long now. You were beautiful and his best friend. He loved you.

It was Newt, Minho, Alby, Frypan, and Gally. They all sat at a table. You walked up to the group, but only talking to Newt. Newt blushed a little, flustered. Why give him so much attention?

But there you went, chatting away with just him. He gladly accepted the special attention. Finally, you mustered up the courage to ask him to come with you somewhere more private. Of course Newt accepted and you two left the table. 

Newt fidgeted, fumbling with his hands. He was going to tell you today. This was the perfect opportunity, too. You were both alone for once. It was perfect.

“So, what I wanted to tell you was–”

“Y/N, I love you,” Newt cute you off. “Your love… it was handmade for someone like me. It really was. I may be crazy, but…”

He trailed off and you smiled. You blushed hard, face turning a crimson color. Butterflies swarmed in your belly.

“Funny, I was about to say something similar.” You paused. “But how about we don’t talk too much right now.

Newt raised an eyebrow, not catching your drift.

“Kiss me, idiot.”

Now Newt knew what you were talking about. He didn’t hesitate a single bit. He quickly placed his lips on yours.

The kiss was sensational. Neither of you had ever kissed anybody–from what you both remembered. You never knew a single kiss could feel this amazing. You thought it was just people being mushy, but here you were fawning over a kiss. 

And it wasn’t just a kiss. It was long and multiple kisses. It turned into kissing to making out. Newt’s hands roamed your body, feeling the shape of it. You kept your hands on his back, holding him closer to you. 

“I’m also in with the shape of you,” Newt mumbled between kisses. 

You giggled. “You’re such a sap.”

You both continued, getting each other’s scents on your clothes. 

Newt was in pure heaven. You two had always been able to talk for hours on end, staying up later than normal. Those long talks and long nights made him fall in love with you. You fell in love with him, too, along the way. It was a perfect match. You two were meant to be. 

“Come on, be my baby,” you whispered, smirking. 

“Huh? Of course,” Newt chuckled.

“Come on, be my baby,” you repeated.

Newt became confused, pausing the kissing session. “I just said yes.”

“Newt…” You grinned. “Newt… Newt…? Newt!”

“Huh? What?” Newt shook his head.

“What’re you doing, shank? You’re just standing there!” Alby laughed, looking at him suspiciously. 

“Sorry, yeah, I’ll get started on stuff.” Newt was in a complete haze.

“You okay?” Alby asked, concerned.

“Y-Yeah, sorry. I guess I just spaced. I didn’t get much sleep last night for some reason,” he lied.

No one needed to know that Newt just fantasized kissing you. He walked away, staring at the spot where you were before leaving for the Maze with Minho. Once again, he shook his head and walked away.

Into the Thick - Chapter 2

I now that I said that I was going to post a sneak peak, but I didn’t want to ruin any of it, so enjoy!!!!

After serving 10 years in prison for the club, Pip is out and thrown into the middle of chaos. Follow as the only female son adjusts to change and loss.


“Pip, you and Jax go see Laroy tomorrow and see when he wants his guns.” Clay said across the table.
It had been a few weeks since I got out and catching up with the club had taken a lot of that time because of how much had happened - Jax’s son was born, Wendy was in rehab,  Tara came back, Happy’s mother was sick again and Missy had died.
As well as keeping up with the club, I had to catch up with my own family, Cora was good for Brody, but I was trying to make sure that she was in it for the long run. I had seen how he was with Dylan and if he ever went away, I dread to think what it would do to him; so far so good though.
Dylan had quickly become the light of my life and I must admit that I had spoiled him rotten since I had met him, and this wasn’t going to change any time soon.
Clay banged the gavel and I was brought out of my reverie as everyone started to leave.
“Prospect, beer!” Tig shouted the second he was out of Church.
Beers and cheers were spread throughout the rest of the night.
It was 11 0'clock and Jax told me that he would meet me before Laroy came, which would be any second now.
Which left the question: ‘where the fuck is Jax?“
I had been trying him continously, to no avail but it was too late now as Laroy and his crew pulled up.
“Laroy.” I said as I walked over to him, we went way back and I was the one who presented the Niners as business partners. None of this meant that I was not scared to be alone with him and five other members, all of whom were carrying.
“Piper. How’s freedom treating you?” Laroy said as he hugged me.
“Not too bad, soaking up more sun than ever.” I joked with him.
“I’ve been meaning to thank you for what you did for is.” He clicked his fingers and a brown envelope was in his hand before I could blink. While I was inside, I had dealt with an old lady problem for them - protection was limited in a women’s prison.
“Yeah, I’m real grateful.” Spoke a voice behind Laroy and I could only guess that this was the old man that I had heard so much about - Dwyane.
“It was no problem. How is Sasha?” I asked him.
“She’s good. The baby’s due in a few weeks.” Dwyane replied.
“That reminds me,” I turned back to my bike, “I’m really sorry that I couldn’t make it to the baby shower, but I was still inside.” I was speaking to him as I searched through the box on my bike for the present that I was brought for her.
Once I found it, I brought it with me as I walked back to Dwyane, who now stood next to Laroy.
“It’s just a few bits and bobs for the baby, but will you pass these on for me?”
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.” Dwyane reached out for a hug.
“It’s nothing, man. Sasha’s a keeper.” Dwyane nodded and stood back in line.
“So back to business.” Laroy said.
“Clay wants to know when you guys next want guns.”
“When’s the next shipment?”
“From the Irish? Two days.”
“I guess in three days then.”
“Thanks Laroy, man.”
“We owe you.” He said as he pushed the envelope towards me. I took it from him and put it in my cut, but I didn’t look how much was in it so as not to seem rude.
“Anything you need. ”
We reached out for another hug as the rest of his crew got back into their cars.
Just as we pulled away, shots were fired and about 10 mayan bikes were surrounding our meet with screeching tyres.
Everyone hit the deck, and drew their weapons, shooting blindly and hoping to hit.
Laroy had been moved by his crew and was behind one of the cars.
“Pip!” He shouted me, gesturing for me to make my way over.
I stood and hunched down. Still shooting as I ran, so close to being marginally more safe, when a shot to the thigh brought me crashing down.
The mayans didn’t stay long after that and before I knew it, the meet place was once again quiet. Only pants of the Niners could be heard, as least that was until I opened my mouth.
“Holy shit! Mother of Christ! I’m gonna kill him!” By him, I meant Jax, this probably wouldn’t have happened had he actually bothered to turn up.
“You hit?” Laroy was walking back over to me. “You want a lift back to TM?”
“No,” I panted as I struggled to stand, “it a club issue, you would set it off more. Thanks though.”
“You sure, your leg looks bad?” He said as he followed me to my bike.
“Some help on my bike would be nice though.” I said through a grimace.
He pulled me onto my bike and I started it, with much pain.
“Alright, I’ll see you next time.” He said to me.
I winked, “Until next time, send my love to everyone.”
Driving away, there was only one thought on my mind, Jax was going to get it.

Love Me Again 4 || Newt

Day 11/12. :) So sorry for the delay.

Follow me on IG: @bloody.tbs! I follow back. I made it a private account to avoid any people I know discovering me. Expect personal photos of my adventures! ✨

Newt and Y/N’s friendship blossom here as they talk.

Edit: I changed the plotline up a bit. Nothing major.

It all happened so fast.

From Minho being struck by lightning to finding yourselves stuck in a room full of bound Cranks, you barely registered anything.

Isaac was with you again.


He swore to protect you.

And protect you he did.

From that moment, you became his first priority. Though he still participated in group meetings and acted as one of the leaders, he made sure you were always near him, where he can see you.

And now here you were, being told by a man named Jorge that you were very valuable.

You chose to ignore most of their conversation until you realized he was looking at you.

Did he say something?

“No,” you heard Newt say. “we used to be, so I’ve been told.”

He probably asked if you were together.

Only then did you notice that Newt’s hand was on the small of your back.

Jorge looked at you. “I’ve met you before,” he said, though it was obvious that he still didn’t know exactly who you were. “We will talk later.”

You weren’t sure how long they sat there, but it was spent planning to get to the Right Arm - someplace they kept the kids safe.

You were sat on the floor as they spoke, Newt right beside you.

“We must keep the girl safe,” Jorge gestured to you to indicate that he was referring to you, not Teresa. “She’s the only one who remembers everything. She’s priority. Got it?”

Minho smirked at you, while the others nodded. Newt remained still.

“Get some rest, all of you.” Jorge stood from his seat. “It will only be a matter of time before those bastards find us. I will take first watch. Thomas, get some sleep - you take my place after some time.”

Brenda had placed some blankets on the floor. Newt caught your attention, gesturing to the blanket. “Ladies first,”

“I’m not so tired,” you muttered.

Newt looked down in deep thought. “I suppose we have time for this,” he reached for his pocket to reveal his letter.


“Read it aloud?” you requested, shifting to get comfy.

“Sure,” he smiled, facing you and clearing his throat.

When you’re broken, let him try to fix you like I would have.

And when you have children, tell them about me.

Tell them how much I loved you.

Tell them to look for someone who cares for them as much as I have cared for you.

I hope you know that the last thought I will ever have is you.

The feeling of your heart on my chest.

Your hand in mine.

Your lips on my own.

And if by some miracle, you find me as someone else, and you are no longer familiar to me, I write to that person as well.

Isaac - or whatever they have named you when you were sent up there - take care of her.

The woman I write to is my life.

Maybe, you will learn to love her as well.

That would make me happy.

And to my love…

I love you.

Your Isaac

Newt was silent as his eyes scanned the paper in his hands.

When he was still silent after a few solid minutes, you spoke.

“Newt, are you okay?”

“It’s surreal, you know?” he chuckled. “This was me,”

You nodded, finally understanding. That was a little creepy.

“I wrote this. And I wrote to myself. This is… thank you.” he smiled at you finally.

“Are you okay?” you repeated.

“I am.” he nodded. “How old am I?” he asked after a while.

“You’re probably about twenty-six by now (A/N: yes, I made him older),” you replied. “I’m about twenty-four if you must know.”

He nodded again, silent. 

“Isaac would want you to know this,”

Newt looked up at your words.

“You had dreams of a baby in the Glade?” you clarified.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“We were gonna have one,” you smiled at the thought despite tears filling your eyes. “we lost it. We tried not to overthink it, Janson would have sent her up the Box anyways.”

“Her?” Newt repeated softly. Seeing him break all over again was not a pretty sight.

You nodded, resisting the urge to reach for him. “We couldn’t sleep after that. You still went back to work afterwards, but you convinced Janson to let me rest. You lectured him about what happens when… you know.”

He smiled, obviously trying to lighten up the mood. “Seems to me I was wrapped around your bloody finger.”

You grinned, shaking your head. You looked around to see everyone either whispering to each other or asleep. Jorge wasn’t paying attention, seemingly lost in thought.

“I can’t imagine,” his voice broke as he ran his hand through his hair. “I had a life ahead of me.”

“Isaac always told me to never imagine what could have been.” you tried, and it seemed to work.

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Right.”

He paused for a while, and his hand extended towards you.

You froze. What was he doing?

His hand landed over yours.

“Newt?” you called shakily. “What are you doing?”

“Getting a taste of my past,” he whispered back. “don’t move.”

You shivered as his fingers danced up and down your arm, his eyes focused on his hand.

You felt naked, with Newt - a stranger in a manner of speaking - looking at you. It was uncomfortable yet you felt like coming back home.

You took a shaky breath when his fingers began to creep up your collarbone up to your jaw.

His eyes flickered to yours briefly before he continued to stroke your cheek.


He shushed you. He ran his fingers through your hair then, but his eyes were on you now.

He began to touch your lips. You tried not to move as he licked his lips and leaned forward.

He was inches from you now, but he froze.

You relished in the feeling of him so near you. You could feel his breath on your lips. 

The familiar feeling of his nose on yours spawned butterflies in your stomach.

You waited for the feeling of his lips.

But it didn’t come.

He pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.” he sighed.

You nodded bashfully. How stupid were you, thinking that he’d act the same way again?

He wasn’t your Isaac.

Not anymore.

Isaac was long gone.

“We may not have what you had with Isaac,” he began. “but maybe, soon, we will. Maybe I’ll even develop some feelings for you.”

“Maybe,” you repeated.

“Maybe,” he nodded. “you’re not that difficult to love, Y/N. I can definitely see why Isaac loved you so much. But it’s getting late. We have so much time ahead of us.”

“Friends, then.” to be honest, you were disappointed. But Isaac had always been the logical one between you both.

“Friends.” he smiled sweetly - that boyish smile you loved so much.

That night, you slept on Newt’s lap.

The Family That Cons Together

Pairing: Misha x Reader
Words:  653

-Misha has special guests with him when he goes to the con. His wife and kids are just as loved as he is.-

          “Mommy! Daddy!” you felt two small bodies land halfway on top of you and halfway on top of Misha.

           You opened your eyes, “Yes?”

           “It’s time to get up!” your five-year-old daughter, Sierra said matter-of-factly, “We get to talk to fans!”

           “You get to talk to fans?” Misha asked groggily.

           “Yeah!” your three-year old son, Brody giggled.

           “What makes you think you get to talk to fans?” you asked, rolling and grabbing Sierra in your arms.

           Sierra squealed, giggling even more, “We always do!”

           “You think they want to see you?” Misha asked, hugging Brody against his chest, which always melted your heart.

           “They love us,” Brody said, looking up at his daddy.

           “They sure do,” you agreed.

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Stress Reliever

request: Hey there! Idk whether you do one where its about Thomas sangster IRL. So I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is living with him and he’s stressed y'know and he needs to relief himself (catching my drift) or fluff mainly idk 😊😊😊

warnings: smut

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Love, Actually [Part 1]


TMR Cast Imagine Series [ next ]

Pairing: Thomas Brodie Sangster x Reader (eventually)

A/N: Really just wanted to write before heading out for a client. Y/N joins as a new member in the TMR cast and being a fresh face in the industry, she is very intimidated and shy to meet everyone else whose already so close to each other. Decided to make this for filming of The Scorch Trials, not really gonna delve into Y/N’s character in the film or how it deviates from the actual story line just to make this less confusing. Might be making future parts?? Idkkkkk

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No kids allowed

Pairing: Barry Allen x reader

Request: hello I was wondering if you could do a flash smutty/fluff where it’s like a proposal, or like you the reader and Barry have a day away from possibly kids or something.

Authors note: I went with the second option. And yay my first smut for the flash ! ! !

“Now you guys behave for uncle Joe ok?” I took off Brody’s jacket as Barry took off Nora’s.

“But why can’t we go with you guys” Brody started to cry.

“Because sweetie mommy and daddy need some time to ourselves, but we’ll be back on Sunday.” It broke my heart seeing my little boy cry.

“It’s ok Brody we can play all weekend with uncle Joe, right uncle Joe?” Little Nora looked up at Joe

“That’s right and guess what Brody” Joe knelt down so he was was to face with Brody. “I’ll let you guys eat ice cream” Brody’s face lit up when Joe mentioned ice cream.

“Ok bye mommy bye daddy” both him and Nora gave us one last hug before running off.

“Thanks again Joe” I gave Joe a big hug.

“Yeah thank you for doing this” Barry gave Joe a bag with stuff the twins might need.

“Honestly it’s no trouble at all, I love those two kids. Now go and enjoy your weekend away from them, you guys deserve it” Joe gave Barry a hug before we exited the house.

“Ready to hit the open road” Barry looked down at me

“YESSS lets go.” I grabbed Barry’s hand and practically ran to the car. This is the first time in MONTHS that we are going to spend time together alone. No kids, no work just me and Barry alone at a lake house 20 minutes away from Central City.

“Calm down y/n the lake house will be still be there when we get there.” Barry laughed as he opened the car door for me before he hopped into the drivers seat.

“I’m sorry I’m just so excited” I eagerly buckled my seatbelt and smiled at my handsome husband as he started the car.

“Haha I can tell, let’s make the most out of this weekend” he laced his right hand with mine as we drove off.

*time skip*

“Barry we are a few feet away from the lake” I was awestruck as I was looking at the backyard of the lake house and notice the giant lake a few feet away.

“It’s so peaceful here” Barry rested his chin on top of my shoulder and his arms wrapped around my body.

“It is, can we go swimming ?”

“Of course let’s go changed” Barry picked me up and carried me into our room for the night. He carefully tossed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

“Oh no no no mr. Allen, you said we were going to go swimming. We can do this later.” I gave him a kiss before pushing him away and search our suitcase for my swimsuit. I grabbed the swimsuit and went to the bathroom to change.

“Babe you know I’ve seen you naked right? How do you think we have our two children, why are you changing in the bathroom?” Barry laughed as he heard me lock the bathroom door.

“I know that Barry, I just want to change in peace. Just meet me down stairs if you’re done changing.” Shouted from the other side of the door.

“Alight fine, I’ll meet you downstairs.” I could hear Barry close the bedroom door. Once I finished tying my bikini top I stepped back a bit and took in my appearance. I was wearing a red swimsuit that Barry loves, mainly because it was red. I adjusted my boobs before stepping out of the bathroom, and made my way outside.

“Wow babe you look stunning come in the water is nice” Barry yelled as he swam around. I slipped off my sandals before running on the boardwalk and diving into the lake. Barry was right the water was nice, not freezing cold but also not disgusting hot. As I came up breath I looked around but I couldn’t find Barry.

“Barry whe- ahh shit” I freaked when I felt something grabbing my legs only to realize it was Barry. “Don’t scare me like that” I splashed water in his face when his head popped up from the water.

“Sorry babe I couldn’t help myself” he chucked as he wrapped his arms around my body, as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Your lucky I love you” I pouted

“Yes I am lucky that you love me, God I can’t believe how gorgeous you look in the bathing suit. I mean wow” Barry took his time checking out my body.

“Not bad for a woman who gave birth to two kids right?”

“Mmm not bad at all. You know I still can’t believe this is my life. I mean I got a gorgeous wife, two precious children, a kick ass job and I get to keep our city safe. How did I get so lucky?” Barry rested his forehead against mine.

“It’s not luck Barry, you’ve been through so much since you were a kid. You are just being rewarded for dealing with it.” I cupped Barry’s cheeks and gave him a sweet kiss. That sweet little kiss though soon turned into a heated make out season. I felt Barry tugging the strings of my bikini top causing me to pull away. “Wow there, if this is going where I think it’s going we better head inside. I really don’t want to have sex in the water.”

“Fine by me, hold on” I buried my face in Barry neck as he used his powers to get us inside the house. Opening my eyes I look up at Barry and realized we were in the same position we were in earlier. “Now, where were we” Barry lifted me up enough to untie the back of my bikini top and laid me back genially before tossing the bikini to the side.“Beautiful” he whispered as he began to kiss my neck. He ran his hands up and down my legs before hooking his fingers at the top of my bikini bottoms and slid them off.

“Oh Barry” I closed my eyes as I felt his finger playing with my clit before inserting then inside my pussy. “That feel nice” my breath hitched as he started to move them inside me.

“I love you” Barry breathed into my neck as he started to move his fingers faster. I started to rock my hip to match his pace.

“Barry I’m going to-”

“No wait” Barry pulled his fingers out and swiftly removed his swim trunks before climbing on top of me again. Spreading my legs for him I began to feel him teasing my entrance. With one harsh thrust he was fully inside me.

“BARRY” I clung to his back as he let me adjust. After a few deep breaths I gave him the ok to start moving.

“Jesus you’re so tight! !” Barry groaned as he had a firm grip on my waist.

“Oh Barry” I tried to match his pace but he started to go faster, channeling a tiny amount of his powers.

“Ah I fucking missed this” Barry panted as he placed his right hand on my clit and started to rub it.

“Barry I’m not going to last if you do that” I tried to warn him.

“It’s ok babe you can let go, cum for me please”.

“BARRY ! ! !” I let out a high pitch scream before my orgasm took over my body. “Yes yes yes” I chanted as Barry kept moving inside me until I felt him twitch inside me.

“Oh oh oh fuuuuuck” Barry cursed as he spilled himself inside me. Once he finished emptying himself inside me he pulled out and laid down next to me. “Come here” he called for me and I curled up against him.

“That was amazing” I kissed Barry’s chest as we were trying to catch our breaths.

“You were amazing babe, I love you” Barry kissed the top of my head.

“I love you too Barry” I replied as we looked out the window.

“I was thinking” Barry started to say. “We love our life right and we love our kids?”

“Yeah” I hesitantly answered.

“What do you say we expand our family” I looked up at him shocked.

“You want to have another baby?”

“Yeah, I mean we have stated in the past that we wanted three to four kids and the twins are starting kindergarten in the fall. Why not expand our family” I looked up at Barry and see that he was staring down at me.

“We’d have to move into a bigger house. We can barely move around where we live now with two kids, imagine having three kids in that house.”

“So that’s a yes then” I noticed a hit of happiness in his voice.

“Yes, let’s have another baby” I smiled as replied to him. “Let’s just hope the twins will be ok with this”

“They’re ok with it, I already talked to them about it and they’re excited to have a little brother or sister.” I teasingly hit Barry’s chest. “I’m sorry I just wanted them to be ok with it before I even asked you. I just wanted to know that if we do have another baby they wouldn’t get jealous.”

“Alight fine that’s a valid excuse, did you tell anyone else?”

“Nope” he kissed my nose.

“Alright then, I don’t want to tell anyone until I’m actually pregnant, just so we don’t get their hopes up”

“I’m ok with that” Barry kissed my forehead. “I love you y/n”

“I love you too Barry”

Reason to Live (Newt Imagine)

“Stay,” I whispered with glassy eyes. Newt’s eyes fell from my own to the ground underneath us as I took his left hand in mine, holding it just by his fingers. He looked to his right at the huge stone walls of the maze before returning his focus on me.

“I have to help, Y/N,” he argued quietly. This time I dropped my gaze, disappointed with his response. I knew he felt he had to go in. After all he was a runner. Minho asked him to run with him today after Ben didn’t come back yesterday. Everyone knew they would probably find him dead, including me, but I understood that he deserved to be brought back and buried; not left to be eaten by the grievers. Still, the thought of Newt running today terrified me. It was usually Minho and Alby who ran the day after someone didn’t come back, but Alby strained his ankle and could hardly walk let alone run.

“Newt… please,” I pleaded as tears started rolling down my cheeks. He was the closest person I had and I couldn’t even bear the thought of not seeing him again. I was certain I loved him but the fear of rejection overpowered my courage to tell him. “I don’t want to lose you,” I whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear but I knew he did, as his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“You won’t, okay?” He wrapped his arms around me and I pressed my head against his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat. “I promise,” he muttered against my hair, but I knew he was lying. His heart skipped a beat, giving away the fact that he didn’t know if he was coming back either. That terrified me even more, making me cry harder but I tried to fight it, squeezing my eyes shut. I sniffed a few times against his soft white hoodie as he pressed me against himself.

“Newt, come on! It’s time to go!” Minho shouted. I pulled away and looked in his direction. He was standing at the doors which were slowly starting to open. I heard Newt sigh heavily as I stared at Minho who gave me a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back,” he reassured, kissing my forehead gently and hugging me one last time before he jogged towards his friend. I stood like a statue, watching Newt and Minho throw themselves at the dangers of the maze. I looked down at my feet when they took a left turn, disappearing completely.

I slowly made my way to the med-jacks hut where I found Clint and Jeff already patching up two of the builders. We exchanged friendly ‘heys’ and that was about it. I sorted some of the medicine in the cabinets just to kill time and not think about Newt but, of course, it didn’t work. Time went by so slow and my anxiety was building up, threatening to spill all at once. What made it worse was that Clint and Jeff left me alone to go check up on Alby.

That was when Gally came in. He was holding onto his arm with a towel which was clearly covered in blood. “Hey,” he started when he noticed me sitting at one of the desks with my head resting in my hand, “could you take care of this?” he glanced at his arm and then back at me. Something was off about him though. He was usually quite rough and loud; you always knew when he was I the room. But right now he was considerably gentler, as if he was trying not to bother me or provoke me.  

“Yeah,” I smiled bluntly, “take a seat.” And he did. He put the bloody piece of fabric in the sink behind him and then turned back towards me. I looked at his arm and could hear him let out a slight chuckle as my face contorted. It was pretty bad and it would definitely leave a nasty scar but he didn’t seem that bothered. “It needs stitches,” I stated, standing up to grab the needle and thread. “Do you want painkillers?”

“I’ll survive,” he simply stated.

I sat back down, failing to thread the needle four times before I finally succeeded. I let out a small sigh before reaching for his arm. He shifted slightly and I looked up at him as if I was waiting for some sort of approval. When he nodded I pierced through his skin once. He hissed slightly and I could feel him tense up. I then continued to go back and forth as fast as I could to save him from any more discomfort. He melted into the chair when he realised I was done. “Thanks,” he sighed.

“No problem Gal,” I replied flatly.

He caught on soon enough, realising I was worried about Newt. “He’ll be fine.” He knew that I knew who he was talking about, but I wanted to hide my worries; ignore them as much as I possibly could.

“What?” I was acting dumb, avoiding the topic of Newt going into the maze.

“Newt. He’s going to be okay.” He smiled reassuringly. As much as I wanted to believe his words, I just wasn’t able to. The maze is so dangerous and the chances of people not getting injured or dying are slim. Even though Newt was a runner ever since I could remember, he never went in in anyone else’s place.

“How do you know?” I felt bad for asking. I felt like I was accusing him of something but the words just came out and I couldn’t stop them.

“Because of you.”

What the hell was he talking about? I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion trying to figure him out but gave up soon enough.

“What?” I breathed.

“He’ll be okay, because of you. He wouldn’t want to lose you. You mean too much to him.”

I couldn’t believe that these words were coming from Gally. The ‘tough one’. I was speechless even though I wanted to ask what he meant again but I stopped myself. Instead I stayed silent as he got up to leave. I followed him, wanting to get some fresh air but he stopped at the door and turned around.

“He loves you, that’s what I mean.” And with that, he left. I couldn’t believe it. Was he just joking? No, he wouldn’t do that. Surely not. But the thought of Newt loving me felt so surreal. Especially that I felt that way about him for way too long now. I walked out of the hut, about to take a long walk when I noticed Minho. He was carrying someone over his shoulder. I squinted my eyes trying to make out what was going on as my heartbeat increased.


My heart sank.

I felt as if someone had punched me in the chest with such great force that all the air in my lungs suddenly disappeared. I couldn’t breathe. When Minho was close enough I couldn’t help but ask.

“What happened?” I whispered with watery eyes.

“A griever. It cut him in the stomach.” Minho rushed past me into the med-jacks hut. When he was inside he laid Newt on the single bed and moved back, making space for me. “Do you… need any help?” he offered but I nodded. With that he reluctantly made his way outside, leaving Newt and I on our own.

“Y/N?” he mumbled almost inaudibly. He was conscious. Thank god. I was sobbing by this point.

“Newt, oh my god. Y-yeah it’s me. It’s me.” I breathed. He shifted in an attempt to sit up but slammed his eyes shut immediately letting out a loud groan through clenched teeth. He was in so much pain. It only made me cry harder. I was panicking. I hated seeing him like this; it killed me from the inside. “Newt, lie down.” I sobbed.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through his orange tank top with shaking hands. What I found underneath was a five-inch-long, deep cut. It only made me realise how close he was to getting killed by one of those creatures.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh, you’ll be okay.” I said, realising that those were the words he used to reassure me this morning. He was so drowsy and exhaustion must have taken over as I found him sleeping before I even began cleaning him up.

When I was finished cleaning the wound and stitching it up I sat down beside him. I took his hand in mine as he slept. He looked so peaceful and soft. I didn’t even realise putting my head on the edge of the bed and falling asleep.

It was so early when I woke up, around six or seven in the morning. I looked at Newt who was already watching me with great intensity. I glanced at my hand which was still holding his and he squeezed it lightly making me look back up at him.

“You scared me,” I whispered as tears started escaping my eyes again. He blinked and his expression looked like one of regret and guilt.

“Y/N…,” he started with a raspy voice, “I’m so sorry. I should’ve listened. I should’ve stayed. I’m sorry.”

“Newt, don’t. It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re alive.”

He smiled thankfully and squeezed my hand once more. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered. I don’t know what it was but a sudden boost of courage made me bend down and place my lips on his. He didn’t react at first but I felt his lips move against mine slightly making me smile. I pulled away slowly and noticed small tears escaping his eyes. “I-I was so scared you didn’t feel the same,” he admitted quietly.

I kissed him again. Much more passionately this time. He lifted his head, deepening the kiss even more as if he needed it. We moved our heads together, smiling against each other.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my lips making me smile even more.

“I love you too.”


*Requested: Y/N is insanely attracted to Newt and is open about it, but Newt doesn’t want to offset the balance in the Glade, which causes him to keep rejecting her. When she finally has had enough of his rejections and ignores him to try to move on, he can’t take it and confesses his attraction to her.*

You huffed as you walked away from the Garden. You silently hoped he would call out your name and you would turn around and he would embrace you and tell you how he really felt and you could live happily every after, but Newt wasn’t like that. He kept turning down any advances you made and yet you kept trying.

There was a bonfire that night for the Greenie, who seemed to be already fitting in with the other Gladers.

“Y/N, right?” he asked and you smiled warmly. 

“That would be me.” you said and took another sip of Gally’s special recipe drink.

“You’re the only girl?” he asked with a glimmer in his eyes and you knew the look. These boys were filled with hormones and it wasn’t the first time you had seen the lust-filled eyes. Newt was always the one that came in between you and the boy and lectured about the balance and peace and pregnancy and blah blah blah. Newt knew that he was the only one you had eyes for, but he would never admit it. But you knew that secretly he loved the attention and affection you gave him.

You and the Greenbean were talking and even flirting before you heard someone clearing his throat.

“Newt.” you said without even turning around and dropped your flirtatious hand from the Greenie’s shoulder.

“Y/N.” he said and you knew what he was going to say next.

“Y/N is off limits.” there it was. His most repeated line since you had arrived in the Glade.

“That’s only because you’re the only one for me.” you said, turning around and smiling, only half teasing.

“Go have fun, you two, but don’t try anything stupid. We don’t need any mini Y/Ns running around here.” he said and started walking away, and you felt anger bubbling inside of you.

“Do you think I’m that much of a whore?” you said and waited for him to turn around.

“Do you think that just because you won’t admit your feelings for me that I need to compensate by sleeping with every shank in this place?” you heard your voice rising and face getting hot.

“Y/N, drop it.” he said but you wouldn’t let down.

“Tell me you have feelings for me and I’ll stop.” you said, giving him an ultimatum.

“Y/N, bloody stop.” he said like a warning and you laughed, pain evident in your voice.

“Yes sir.” you hissed and walked off towards the Homestead, too upset to carry on your partying for the night.


You woke up the next morning super early and went to see if Frypan was up, and if you could get some extra food out of him. He always had a soft spot for you, so you whistled while walking in towards the kitchen and stopped as soon as you saw a messy head of blond hair. You turned on your heel and walked out, but he had already seen you. You heard him jogging after you and you just kept walking, ignoring him.

“Long day, today.” he said, caution clear in his voice and you felt his eyes staring at your side profile. You didn’t say anything but he wouldn’t give up.

“How do you think those vines we tied yesterday are holding up?” he asked and you just sighed quietly.

“I’m sure they’re fine, sir.” you said and knew that there was an edge to your voice and a sarcasm in the “sir.” You couldn’t help yourself. You were angry and hurt by his actions and words, and didn’t want to keep trying if he really did think it was a bad idea for the two of you to be together in the Glade. You briskly walked away to see how your closest friend, Thomas was doing.

“Hey, shank.” he said and you sat down next to him in his hammock. He shifted and you felt kind of bad because you knew he had always had mixed feelings about you. He had admitted to you before that he liked you more than as a friend, but you had told him that you were into Newt, and Newt only. You had been friends ever since, but there was always a piece of him that was attached to you intimately.

“I say, tonight after you get back from running around in the Maze, we steal some of Gally’s drink and go to the Deadheads and lose it.” you said with a playful smile and Thomas laughed.

“Motivates me to get my day’s work done.” he said and the two of you headed for breakfast.


You were waiting for Thomas to return from the Maze when you saw all the Gladers gathering around the Garden. You walked over, confused and there was a slight panic inside of you, wondering if there was something wrong with Newt. You shouldn’t have cared because he was the one that kept rejecting you, but his cute smile and boyish style drove you insane.

“Y/N?” you heard and saw a small blond head peeking out from the crowd. You walked over and saw Newt standing on top of a bunch of boxes piled up in the midst of vines and leaves.

“…” you didn’t say anything and just watched him, your heart beating.

“You told me you liked me just a month and a half after you got here. I told you I didn’t feel the same way but I did. The moment I first saw you and pulled you out of that bloody box, you’re all I’ve been thinking about. Everyone here knows that you like me and that I keep turning you down for the sake of the peace in the Glade, but you haven’t spoken to me since last night and I know it hasn’t even been 24 hours but I feel myself losing my mind without you. I know it might be too late but since I finally have your attention and I can’t hold it in anymore, I love you. I probably love you more than you love me, and I can’t stand it when you talk to the other boys because I know you’re not mine and they have just as much of a fair chance as I do. I know a bunch of them have made moves on you because we all know you’re banging, and I always shut it down because I’m jealous. I love you and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me from doing what I’m about to do.” with that long speech, he jumped off the boxes and landed perfectly in front of you, grabbing your face and bringing your lips to his. You had waited for this for so long and not only were you wrong about his feelings for you, but you were wrong about the way his lips would feel. They were soft and much thicker than you imagined, and he tasted minty but sweet, and you cherished every second of the moment. 

“I love you, you slinthead.” you said and kissed him again, the Gladers woop-ing and hollering.

Never Again - Minho Imagine

Finally got it up!

The sound of heavy grinding gears filled the air, and the ground vibrated as the stone doors pulled themselves shut. I looked around panicking, trying to get the attention of other gladers, who began running to me, noticing my sudden state of distress. This couldn’t be happening; he wasn’t back yet.

‘Alby!’ I yelled, running to meet the glader who was fast approaching me, ‘it’s too soon they can’t close yet!’ My whole body shook with fear and my voice trembled weakly as I spoke, making it even harder to get the words out.

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Why I think Carrie and Quinn will end up together...

This post has been demanded of me from several different parties so I hope what I write does justice to their own thoughts and feelings on this pairing.

It’s always difficult answering a question like this, simply because it’s so huge in scope and there are, as I see it, several contending factors as to why I think that Carrie Mathison and Peter Quinn will end up together. Please bear with me folks, as you know I don’t do short posts. Go make yourself a coffee, find a nice comfy seat and settle down. The factors that I list below range in their importance but are all things that come to mind with regards to their relationship. Together, they all combine to suggest heavily to me, not just as a fan of the show, but as someone who teaches this shit for a living ;) that these two will end up together.

Contending factor number one: Quinn is literally the only person that Carrie can trust.

Journey back with me here. Way back. Like to when we first laid eyes on our beautiful Peter Quinn. Watch Carrie.

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Carrie isn’t sure what she makes of Quinn at first. Maybe I’m being biased, but we can tell that she likes him but somehow doesn’t want to like him. She’s worried about losing control of the investigation perhaps, because someone she doesn’t know is being introduced into a case that is, quite literally, very close to her heart. She asks Virgil to look into him straightaway.

Then, we have this scene.

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In this scene, Quinn states that he is very likeable. Carrie replies with a coy smile that this is a ‘matter of opinion.’ Here, she is being sarcastic with him, obviously, to try and regain control of the situation but, for me, she can’t help it. She agrees with him. He is very likeable. When they are investigating Brody, she trusts him, implicitly. Straightaway. Despite the fact that she did ask Virgil to look into him, she doesn’t really end up finding out much about what Virgil and Max find out. She sees for herself. (More on this later)

And reliable. He is extremely reliable. This is a strange thing for someone to say after only knowing them a few hours, and Carrie is no doubt sceptical but the relationship that develops between Carrie and Quinn is one of complete implicit trust.

The thing that supports this for me most is the fact that Quinn is hired to kill Brody. We know this. But Quinn, on numerous occasions, has the opportunity to take out Brody but doesn’t, because Carrie is with him. Technically, he disobeys a direct order. This is further underlined in one of the last scenes of Season Two, when he appears in David Estes’ bedroom, stating that he won’t do it because it will wreck a woman they’ve already wrecked.

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Quinn, Mr. Reliable for David Estes and for Dar Adal. The person who always comes through and does what he is told, refuses to carry out a direct order. And that’s not because he likes Brody. Lord knows he hated the man. But because he doesn’t want to hurt Carrie.

This is a completely selfless act. Hell knows, he could have been fired for it, or worse. But he doesn’t care.

Similarly in Season Three, Quinn is not in on the play with Carrie in the mental hospital. He is the only person that goes to see her out of pure caring.

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Yes, I know Saul went to see her. But I suspect that this was just to check that they were still on track. Quinn is shocked, devastated even, to see the state that she is in. And even though she is horrible to him, he still offers to provide a character reference for her. And he is the only person to show up at her hearing. We also see the pain he is going through here, seeing her in such a state.

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Quinn is steadily emerging as the only person that Carrie can truly rely on. Saul has always been highlighted as this person, but for me, this relationship begins to unravel in Season Three. The play worked, yes, but Carrie is upset with Saul for leaving her in the hospital. Whereas Quinn, even though he doesn’t know the play, states outright that…

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He is genuinely concerned about her welfare. I would wager that even had he known the play, he would have been the one to go to Saul and say, 'Enough of this shit, Saul. Get her out of there.’

Similarly, when Quinn finds out that Carrie is pregnant, he doesn’t tell a soul. But is immediately upfront and honest with Carrie that he knows. Carrie, though she is pissed at him at the time, will have respected this. We know that Carrie hates secrets and admires honesty. For me, it’s one of her only redeeming qualities! And Quinn brings it out of her (More on this later, too)

In Season Four, this trust has grown to the point where Carrie demands Quinn’s presence wherever she is, despite what he is going through. Yes, Carrie is very selfish here and only thinks of herself, but she does it because Quinn is literally, the only person she can trust.

She insinuates this in Season Three when she states that it meant a lot that Quinn went to see her in the hospital. While she does trust Saul, she knows that he would do anything to save the mission, and to protect the play. Pretty much anyone in the CIA would have done that. Hell, Carrie would have even done that. But Quinn, no. He looks out for Carrie’s welfare.

Yes, it’s selfish of her to demand his presence in Islamabad in Season Four. But she does it because she trusts him, wholeheartedly. And Quinn, despite what he’s going through, cannot say 'no’ to Carrie.

This trust isn’t really put to the test in Season Five because it’s there already. But my point is that Quinn is the only person that looks out for Carrie. He’s the only person that cares about her above the mission itself. This is proven, even after two years in deepest, darkest Syria. Even after we see a coldness, a distance and a darkness in Quinn in the first three episodes of Season Five that we haven’t seen before (as SenseMisapplied knows full well, I’ve never bought into the Quinn is dark scenario). But when Carrie’s name is put in the box, we know that he’s not going to go through with it.

He puts her safety above the mission. Always. To a desperate degree in Season Five when Quinn literally lays down his life to protect Carrie’s safety. And more importantly, asks for absolutely nothing in return. Carrie is right to trust him. He would literally die for her.

Contending Factor Number Two: Quinn and Carrie actually like each other and bring out the best in each other.

Carrie doesn’t truly like many people on Homeland. I never bought into the whole romance with Brody for exactly this reason. Her 'love’ for Brody was fuelled by obsession and danger, rather than a genuine like. She hated what he had done, how he had manipulated her, and yet she couldn’t help but be drawn to the danger that he offered her. I always feel this is interesting because the anger and hatred seethes from her when she arrests him in the hotel.

I’ve never seen her look at Quinn like this. Why? Because she actually likes him. Because she trusts him. Because he’s seen her as Brody never has and still wants to be around her. Because he empathises with what she’s going through.

Not only this, but I think they bring out the best in each other. Hear me out.

Carrie is selfish. And her actions regarding Quinn, too, are often selfish. Especially at the beginning of Season Four, when she simply demands his presence, kind of ignoring the fact that he’s going through something really quite damaging.

However, at the end of Season Four, as we know, she stays behind, at great personal risk to herself, to get Quinn back. She puts herself in a hell of a lot of danger in that crowd. But she does it for Quinn.

We don’t see 'this’ Carrie around anyone else. We just don’t. With Saul, she’s all about the mission. Hell, she was even misguidedly ready to sacrifice Saul for the greater good. Quinn, by the end of Season Four. No. She’s not ready to sacrifice him. Say it with me people, 'I can’t lose you, Quinn!’ (This is, once again, one of the reasons why I think the writing for Carrie was so off kilter in Season Five) She wouldn’t have left Quinn for nine days. She just wouldn’t. Sorry, don’t buy it.

We see her liking the way in which he fits into her home life in 4x12. She smiles a genuinely happy smile when she sees him with Frannie. When he stays behind to help her sister with the dishes after her Father’s wake. This also fits in with the trust thing I mentioned earlier. She can always trust him to be there because she is everything to him. She has never had that dedication from anyone. Especially not Brody, as he was a terrorist, so there would always be trust issues. And could she trust him as implicitly as she does Quinn, around her family? I’m not so sure. (Yes, I know Brody would never have hurt Frannie, BUT Brody was just as manipulative as Carrie which is as damaging as it is dangerous)

And once again, in Season Five. Quinn’s capture and subsequent time in hospital show that these two characters bring out the best in each other, because that like is turning slowly to love.

I’ve said before about how 5x10 and 5x11 and maybe I can get on board with 5x12 (maybe!) prove that Carrie is realising that she loves Quinn. We don’t see Carrie like this with anyone else. She is visibly upset with the risks they are having to take with Quinn’s health. (I’m going to talk more about this later)

In 5x12, as I mentioned in my recent analysis, I think we see a very beautiful and pure side of Carrie and this is because of Quinn. Gone are the selfish days when she would wish for something for herself. I always think it’s interesting to compare Carrie’s prayer scene here with her conversation with Quinn in the church after Sandy’s funeral.

She’s quiet, she’s contemplative. She is bearing her soul, and putting her heart on the line, and trying to have faith. And this is all for Quinn. This is, for me, showing how Carrie has changed as a person since Season Four. Her prayers for Quinn’s life are pretty much the only selfless thing she does in Season Five.

Quinn brings out the best in Carrie. And, I would also put my arse on the line and say that Carrie brings out the best in Quinn. This plays a little into something we were discussing on Twitter yesterday. I’ve never bought how Quinn belongs to the darkness. Despite what he wrote in his letter. For me, Quinn has always been someone who was born into the darkness but was always reaching for the light.

And that light, as it’s underlined very clearly in the letter, was very largely centered on his feelings for Carrie. Quinn’s feelings for Carrie are, and have been for a long time now, a massive part of who Quinn is as a character. That trust I’ve discussed, the fact that he always looks out for her wellbeing above any one else’s. That completely selfless and all consuming love. That, 'I would die for you’ kind of love. And that is a beautiful and HUGE part of the show now. And it is one of the best things about Quinn’s character.

This fits quite nicely into my last and most important point.

Contending Factor Number Three: The Quinn and Carrie relationship is the heart of the show, and has been for a long time. We just haven’t realised it until now.

The relationship between Quinn and Carrie is the only one we’ve actually seen develop on screen. Say what? Bear with me.

The C/S relationship was just there as was Carrie’s relationship with Max and Virgil and Estes. We accepted that there was a longstanding relationship there. We accepted the work relationships and so on etc etc. The C/B relationship didn’t even develop. Carrie jumped in head first without really thinking about what she was doing. They got drunk, they had sex, they went to the cabin. They played each other, they manipulated each other. There wasn’t trust.

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Definitely wasn’t trust.

But Quinn and Carrie are very different. From their first meeting in 2x04, they just get each other. They fit each other’s rhythms. They come up with the same plans. They complement each other perfectly.

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They encourage each other. They trust each other. They just get each other straightaway. Carrie, who finds it very hard to trust people without first gaining the upper hand, trusts Quinn from the outset in 2x11. She discards the idea that he may have had something to do with Abu Nazir getting away. This again, for me, is incredibly significant. She hasn’t known Quinn for that long. But they 'get’ each other. They connect. They just work.

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Thank you, Farah for your insight.

Quinn is always there for Carrie. He sees her during a lot of hairy moments both in Season Three and Season Four. He’s not afraid to call her on her bullshit. He’s not afraid to tell her when she’s crossed the line. And Carrie doesn’t have anyone else like that BECAUSE everyone else puts the mission first. But Quinn brings a morality to Carrie. Lord knows she needs it. Especially in Season Four.

But when their relationship is directly addressed in Season Four, some audiences were all hesitant, thinking, 'is this pairing really right?’ They’re both too damaged. They’d end up killing each other! I kind of agree. Mainly because they’re not ready to be together yet. The connection is there but both characters need to go on journeys before they’re ready to be together. This SCREAMS OTP.

And even though it is a 'long time coming’ we finally see Carrie realising what Quinn means to her at the end of Season Four and at the end of Season Five.

I would also like to draw attention to the following moments.

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(Whoever Carrie is, she’s a lucky girl)


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Oh and the fact that Astrid refers to Carrie as Quinn’s girlfriend. These are not just casually placed in. They are written as directions in the script. The writers have told the actors to interpret these scenes in certain ways to ensure that they are interpreted a certain way by the audience of the show.

These long looks by Quinn in Season Two and Season Three are put in there so that the audience starts to think, 'Hey, I think Quinn might be starting to feel a certain way about Carrie.’ These looks are so heavy and full of meaning from Quinn’s side. When Carrie asks for Quinn’s help, time and time again, and he just gives it, no questions asked. And we know the underlying reason behind these looks. The writers were writing, ever so carefully, that Quinn was falling in love with Carrie. This trust, this friendship, this honesty, it was developing into something way more important than the missions that they were carrying out.

And in case we didn’t realise what we’ve been seeing because they’d been slapping Brody and Carrie’s relationship in our face for three seasons, Dar comes out and tells us what us diehard C/Q fans had known for a long time.

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Quinn has feelings for Carrie. It’s out there, in the open, for us all to see. He knows that this makes him weak. We know that this makes him weak because we have seen that Quinn will put Carrie above the mission. And this is OTP writing. Particularly for a show like Homeland. Carrie and Quinn, are, as we stand here at 5x12, each other’s weak spots. In a show where they have to make life changing decisions that save or sacrifice hundreds, hell, even thousands of lives, at each turn, characters that are each other’s weakspots SCREAMS OTP.

It happened with Jack and Kate on Lost. It happened over and over again with Buffy and Angel. Hell, it happened with Tony and Michelle on 24! (I know Tony went bad in Season Seven, but you get my drift.) These characters put their love for another character above the greater good.

And if we think about the scene (one of my favourite C/Q scenes) when Quinn tells Carrie that she’s fucking a child. And she says, 'What’s it to you anyway?’ Don’t we all just wince and think, 'Ouch, elephant in the room!’

Even more evident when Carrie notices Quinn looking at her in a certain way

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'Why are you looking at me like that?’

We all slap our heads and think, 'Carrie, you’re so stupid!’

I’ve talked in depth about 'I can’t lose you, Quinn!’ For my part, I don’t see this as romantic, at all. I just think she’s realised that hell, she doesn’t want to do this without him. She needs him. She’s not sure why, yet. But she knows that she needs him. And for someone like Season Four Carrie, who doesn’t want that weakness, who is willing to sacrifice SAUL for the mission…. Yeah, this is kind of a big deal.

4x12 is wow. I’ve mentioned before, and I will mention again how we see a major shift in the way Carrie is acting towards Quinn in this episode. Almost to the point where when I was watching it, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I loved what I was seeing. But couldn’t believe I was seeing it this soon. But it makes sense when you think about it. I’ll explain.

When Carrie has to leave Quinn in Islamabad, we see that she’s realised that she needs him. And this need really transfers when she’s back in normal life. She’s distant, she’s not functioning properly. Genuinely, in this episode, she looks lost. And then when Quinn comes back, she looks so found. This, again, SCREAMS OTP.


The way she looks at Quinn when she lays eyes on him outside the church. Everything about how this scene was shot SCREAMS OTP. She is distracted, talking to friends and family, at her Father’s funeral. Then suddenly, someone comes into focus in the background. She is visibly moved and physically relieved to see him. She walks away from her family and falls into his arms.

When Carrie and Quinn are together, Carrie can make sense of things. Everything seems easier with him around. You can visibly see the tension leaving her body when she knows that he’s all right. Her whole demeanour changes. (This AGAIN underlines the bad writing for Carrie in Season Five) She lets her guard down during this hug and it is beautiful to see. We’ve never seen this from Carrie. EVER. Her moments with Brody were more like 'Let’s shag in the cabin and plan a life together that will never work.’

(I’d also like to raise the point that Carrie and Brody’s reunion after MONTHS apart in Season Three wasn’t even emotional.)

Do we even know how long it’s been since they were in Islamabad? I can’t recall, but I would wager it was a lot less time.

My views on Carrie and Quinn and the kiss are well known. While she realised in 4x11 that she needed Quinn and that she didn’t want to lose him, for me in 4x12, she realised that that need could actually be romantic.

Hell, even Maggie sees it when they’re walking out of the door together.

But what I think is really interesting about the kiss scene, as I posted on Monday, is how Carrie reacts to it.

I think Carrie is taken aback and terrified by how she feels after the kiss. She has been thinking in this episode, and I challenge anyone to doubt me on this, that maybe she does like Quinn as more than a friend. She seems confident when she is around him, perhaps thinking that this could be good.

She wants him to kiss her, you can see it in her eyes.

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But when he actually does, all that confidence goes out of the window. The game changes. For me, I think this is because she realises that this is it. This is a future that could genuinely have a shot at working. This is a healthy, normal, stable relationship. This is Carrie’s worst nightmare in many respects because it’s a real relationship. It’s not doomed like Brody. Or meaningless like her countless other sexual hookups. She can’t manipulate Quinn like she did Brody because he sees right through her bullshit. He knows her, he has seen her 'at her worst’ and wants to be with her anyway. He accepts all of her.

Carrie hates this loss of control. And she panics. She immediately makes the jump from kiss to future and runs away.

'Quinn, I’ll just fuck it up.’


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Quinn talks her round, addressing her insecurities, providing the valid reasons why they would work. And you all know I just love when she’s looking at him and her eyes are smiling because she’s talking to her heart. 'Could this man make me happy?’ Yes. 'Could this actually work?’ Yes. 'Could I fall in love with this man?’ Yes.

It’s incredible acting from Claire.

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But still, she’s hesitant. And again, this is very very un-Carrie. She takes a very very different tactic with Quinn. She doesn’t dive straight into bed with him as she has done with every other good looking man in her life that she’s taken a fancy to. And this for me, again, SCREAMS OTP. The fact that we haven’t seen Carrie and Quinn have sex also feels very significant. We know the sexual tension is there. It literally jumps off the screen. And yet they haven’t had sex yet. No, they’re saving that. I hope they save it as long as possible. For me, the longer they don’t have sex, the more it confirms that they are the OTP because it underlines their relationship as different from every other 'romantic’ relationship that Carrie has had.

I’d also like to share my thoughts on the C/Q phone conversation in 4x12. Which is heartbreaking, but underlines why they’re not ready for each other yet. 4x12 is very centred around Carrie’s feelings for Quinn (which we haven’t seen so clearly before this episode) but I think it’s also very interesting in how it shows Quinn’s feelings for Carrie.

He’s so confident after their kiss. We know how much this moment means to him. Especially after everything that happened between them in Season Four. All those many many romantically heavy moments in Season Four where nothing is confronted but the emotions are there.

He reassures her, underlining how confident is is of his feelings for her.

'I know how this goes, it ends badly.’

'Till it doesn’t.’

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Quinn knows he’s the right guy for Carrie in this scene. Heck, he’s even cocky. He is so sure of his feelings for her. He knows her shit. He knows that she needs to get out as much as he does. He’s noticed the shift in her in this episode.

And then, he drives away. Carrie runs away from him (literally) to Missouri.


He finally calls her with his, 'I can barely contain myself and how excited I am about what happened last night..’ and he coolly comes out with 'I’m wondering about you.’ This scene is amazingly acted by Rupert. He’s trying not to be excited, he’s trying to protect himself and to stay calm and collected.

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He probably couldn’t think of anything else to say. There aren’t really words for 'I’ve been in love with you for two years. Last night meant everything to me.’ He probably gathered from her hesitancy that she didn’t feel their relationship on the level that he did but the fact that she might. The fact that she could. The fact that she had kissed him back. That was everything.

I love how he offers to fly out. He wants to see her, maintain the level of intimacy they had that night. Maintain that closeness. And she shoots him down. And he can’t handle it, because she is everything to him. My stomach drops for Quinn when he speaks to her. His tone of voice is different, even though he’s trying to be normal.

And when she 'rejects’ him, even though she doesn’t, he runs away. That confidence is shattered. Quinn is very much a victim of his own love for Carrie here. He’s been dreaming of this moment for so long and it doesn’t go exactly the way he planned. So he runs away. This proves that he’s not ready.

The fact that Carrie finds out from her Mother that her bi-polar disorder was not a hindrance to her having real lasting relationships and the fact that this gives her the push to call Quinn is hugely significant. She decides that she is ready to take that step, to confront that fear and be with Quinn. She decides she’s ready to truly be with someone, without that safety net. She is all in because being with Quinn is a massive deal. It could wreck their friendship and would completely change both of their lives. But she’s ready to give it up, for him. This also SCREAMS OTP.

But then he’s gone. This man, who Carrie has finally decided that she wants to be with. He’s gone. They miss each other by a matter of hours. This also SCREAMS OTP.

By the time we get to Season Five (holy cow, I’ve written 9 pages!) Carrie and Quinn are the characters that we, as viewers, are most anxious to see together. Regardless of the time hop, regardless if you’re a shipper or not, viewers are waiting to see what happens between these two main characters.

As a further point, the fact that they decided to 'go there’ with Carrie and Quinn also underlines that they are going to 'go there’ with Carrie and Quinn. They introduced an explicit romance between Carrie and Quinn in Season Four. It’s two main characters. They can’t ignore it now.

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“Jeez, what are we supposed to do? Call the cops, it’s already out there!!” Harry from 'When Harry Met Sally’

Sorry, I digress. To take a quote from a 5x04 review by AV Club;

“Carrie and Quinn aren’t ideally compatible, and these aren’t the ideal circumstances for their long-awaited reunion, but as soon as they appear on screen together, Homeland makes more sense than it has all season.”

This is the point I’d like to make. Because of everything that happened in Season Four, we have been waiting for these two characters to get in a room together to see what would happen. To see if anything has changed. This underlines their relationship, AGAIN, as the most important one on the show. Because this is what viewers have been waiting for. There is a 'heaviness’ laying between them in this first scene. Despite the fact that Quinn tries to be all cold, it takes us all of five seconds to realise that he still loves her. You’re not subtle, Quinn.

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He can’t resist taking a jibe at Carrie’s new domestic bliss. Carrie confronts him about their near-miss and tells him that she hasn’t stopped thinking about him. I do, genuinely think that she is trying to rekindle their closeness here, by bringing up their past relationship, but Quinn is, again, acting all distant and cold.

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It doesn’t matter now.

Except it so clearly does. There is also the reintroduction of the elephant in the room with these two again in this episode which again, SCREAMS OTP.

How do I look? Like someone else.

The whole, 'You’re not the woman I fell in love with.’

Sing it with me, ‘There’s such a distance…. between us. And a million miles…” We’d like to thank Adele for sponsoring this episode.

Except when they’re back in action together, back in their professional partnership, back kicking ass where they belong, it’s like they’ve never been apart. And it’s underlined once again that Quinn is definitely still in love with Carrie.

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And again when he literally sacrifices himself to keep her safe. This again SCREAMS OTP.

And then we have Carrie being self involved, lusting after cabin sex with Jonas and just generally not being Carrie. This is the period in Homeland Season Five that just doesn’t make sense. Say episodes 5x05 to 5x09. After everything that happened in Season Four, and how Carrie said she wasn’t going to leave Quinn in 5x04, how she puts herself at risk to get help for him… she leaves him. And seems distracted and 'Oh dear, oh dear’ when Jonas tells her he is dying as opposed to, 'I can’t lose you, Quinn!’ 'Take him to a fucking hospital, Jonas!’ which would have been more in line with the Carrie we know.

Even though Carrie does show some remorse when she’s talking to Otto, she still doesn’t do anything about it. And this isn’t Carrie. She doesn’t just run away and do nothing. Especially where Quinn is concerned.

And when it’s actually underlined that she waited nine days and waited for everything else that was going on to be sorted out before she tends to Quinn… this is just unbelievable. As in, I genuinely don’t believe that Carrie would have waited that long. With Quinn being in the state that he was, the Carrie we knew from Seasons Three and Four, and maybe even Two (as she does go and visit him in the hospital after the Gettysburg attack), would not have just left him way down on her priority list. Just no.

My views on 5x10 and 5x11 and 5x12 are well known. So I’m not going to hash over them again. But what I will say is that they underline more than ever, that Carrie and Quinn will end up together.

In 5x10, we see the physical agony that Carrie feels seeing Quinn in that much pain. We see Carrie’s complete devastation when she thinks that he is dead. The way she sits silently at his bedside at the end of 5x10, feeling sad, and feeling guilty for how she neglected him. As though she is re-realising that he is her everything, and how could she have been so stupid and so careless?

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5x11 and the famous 'I’m here, waiting for you.’

I’ve said before and I’ll say it again. This is pure emotion. I would compare it to the hug in 4x12 in terms of one of the moments when we see Carrie’s true feelings for Quinn. As I’ve said before, every line Carrie says to Quinn when they’re bringing him round is rehearsed and is there for a reason. 'It’s me, Carrie.’ 'I need to talk to you.’ 'It’s really important that you wake up.’ They’re all so staged, so calm, so emotionless.’

But this….

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This is pure love and pure longing. In that moment, she would have waited forever. We even have a cut in there to establish this statement as different to the ones before. And the fact that Quinn shows response to this statement of love, and not her other statements again SCREAMS OTP. He didn’t respond to, 'Quinn, it’s me, Carrie.’ or 'It’s really important that you wake up.’ No, he responded to her saying, with all that love and all that longing, that she was waiting for him.

Real subtle.

While I’m still unsure as to what is going on with Carrie’s feelings for Quinn in 5x12 as it didn’t follow on logically from 5x11 as again, the writing for Carrie was all over the place, I still think her fear of what 'could be’ with Quinn is there. I still think she’s afraid of what she feels when she’s around him. The same sort of fear that characterised her crazy road trip to Missouri and the way she felt after she left Dar Adal’s house at the end of Season Four. That feeling that this could be it, and what if he’s gone?

I’m not sure what motivates Carrie’s decision to mercy kill Quinn at the end of Season Five. Perhaps it’s what Dar said, although I suspect she thinks that she’s fulfilling Quinn’s wishes because of what he wrote in the letter. (FYI, the fact that Quinn’s letter was interrupted also SCREAMS OTP) These declarations and moments are always interrupted with OTPs.

However, now we pretty much know that Quinn is alive and she doesn’t go through with it, we have once again, a Homeland season finale that is centred around the relationship between Carrie and Quinn. This also SCREAMS OTP. Our lasting realisations from Season Five are that Quinn loves Carrie. We’ve heard it in his own words. We also have Carrie by his bedside, and our close memories from 5x10 and 5x11, wherein we see just what Quinn means to Carrie (which again, they haven’t shown us a lot of but they do, when it counts!)

This establishes, as all the seasons have done in different ways, how the relationship between Quinn and Carrie is really the one that matters. They are friends, they are colleagues, they trust each other implicitly, they’re not afraid to call on each other’s bullshit, they put each other above the mission and they’re not afraid to put themselves in danger to save the other. This has developed into a real lasting love between both of them that has and is powering the show.

It’s the relationship on Homeland. It just is. Despite the writers saying that they weren’t gonna do the 'will they, won’t they,’ that’s exactly what they have done. And they’ve used a shit load of tried and tested techniques of the 'will they, won’t they’ OTPs from other shows in order to do it. Especially with holding off on C/Q sex when they’re not afraid to show Carrie having a lot of sex.

Maybe they said they weren’t gonna do it to try and establish Homeland as 'different’ from other shows. But from all the looks between Carrie and Quinn, the 'elephant in the room’, the near misses, the sacrifices, the keeping them apart, they are using all the tricks in the book with Carrie and Quinn to underline that they are the one true pairing of the show.

Okay, I’m done.

So Much. So Fucking Much

Originally posted by boys-of-wonderland

Request: Hello! Could you please do an imagine like how newt fell in love with another girl and his current girlfriend found out and she experienced depression and when she was almost attacked by a crank she didnt fight back but newt saves her and realizes that he truly loves her and that he is sorry 😁 – Anon

Pairing: Next x Reader

Rating: PG (Fluff)

Warning: None really

*Hope You Like It*

Ever since we got out of the Glade nothing’s been the same. Everyone was whooping and hollering when we got out into the scorch. Well everyone except me. Don’t get me wrong I was more than happy to find a way to get away from WCKD forever, but ever since Sonya came into the picture my “boyfriend” hasn’t been the same. I currently sat in the back watching as Thomas, Minho, Newt, and Frypan attempted to start a fire so everyone could calm down a little. Sonya was over there next to Newt shivering like no tomorrow. It wasn’t even cold. My heart broke as I watched the two of them. He took his jacket off and put it over her, then he pulled her to his side. We never officially broke up but I didn’t want to make a scene so I just considered it over. The more I watched them, the more I saw how he looked at her, how he smiled at her, how he laughed with her, I realized that maybe he was never happy with me. Maybe he didn’t love me. I was the only girl in the Glade before Teresa and maybe Newt just considered himself lucky that I chose him. Gally I always told me that I would never be good enough. Looks like he was the only one who ever told the truth.

“(Y/N)!! Come over here!” Brenda yelled causing everyone’s head to shoot up. Looks like they finally remembered I existed. Brenda and I had gotten close over the few days that she’s been with us. I sighed and looked down rubbing my face. I slowly made my way over and sat next to her. “Thanks” I muttered not bothering to look up at any of the guys. “Guys we should play a game” Minho said, which earned a chorus of “Yeah’s”. “Let play truth or dare” Brenda added and everyone agreed. Nope. Not today.  

“I’ll start, Sonya truth or dare” I looked in the direction of the voice I’ve grown to love so much. He was staring at her so lovingly and she giggled and muttered “Dare” A smirk found its way onto his face and my heart shattered into a million pieces after hearing the words he said next.

           “Kiss me…” she smiled and leaned in slowly whispering “Gladly” before crashing her lips onto his. All of the guys were cheering and I felt tears prick at my eyes. I couldn’t cry not here, not now. So I sat there in complete silence as I watched the love of my life kiss another girl. I really thought this was the worst it could get. But he pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers and whispered the words that would take my already shattered heart and shatter it even more. “I love you” All the tears I was trying so desperately to hold back started falling and a pathetic sob escaped my throat. Everyone looked over at me once again. Brenda’s eyes held pity and realization along with everyone else. Sonya was just smirking and Newt’s eyes were wide as if he just remembered I was here.

“(Y/N) …” He started but I just shook my head and ran off. Where was I running to in a desert? I don’t know but I needed to leave. I could hear Thomas, Minho, and Frypan yelling for me to come back. Now they care. I ran for what felt like hours before seeing an old building. It looked so creepy but I couldn’t just sleep out in the sand all night. I slowly opened the door and peeked inside. It was dark, no way I was going in there.

“(Y/N)!!!” “(Y/N)!!!” I groaned internally at the sound of Thomas and Newt? Why was he here? He should be with Sonya. I don’t want to hold him back. I threw opened the door and ran inside. I couldn’t see anything so I felt around. My hands ran over a person? A loud scream left my lips and I backed up into another person? What the actual fuck?

“Hello…” I said. I waited a few second before I asked again but still no reply. This already happened before. When we had just escaped that stupid lab thing WCKD had us in. We went into a place for shelter and Minho turned on the lights. Cranks. I was surrounded by cranks. Shit.

“(Y/N) ….” Thomas whispered. I froze, I never thought I would say this but I’d rather be with a bunch of cranks than with them.  “(Y/N), Baby I’m sorry” I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shit.  “Thomas I found a light switch” I heard his mutter. Oh no. “Newt don- “I was too late. One by one the bulbs in the room started lighting up. We literally had 10 seconds before hell broke loose. Literally. “Guys, start running now.” Thomas said and took off. Newt followed close behind and I would’ve been close behind if my shirt didn’t get caught on a nail. I didn’t even bother screaming for help. They were both probably a safe distance from this place. These things started coming to life one by one and there I was. Fresh blood. Just fucking standing there. The first one that was able to break free from his restraints charged at me. I braced myself for the end. I closed my eyes and whispered “I love you Newt”. I was just about to open my eyes when I felt someone pick me up bridal style and started running. When I finally got the courage to open my eyes, I saw Newt. He smiled down at me and kept running. I heard a loud slam and I’m guessing it was Thomas closing the building door, since he was the one with newt earlier. It took a while for me to actually realize that I wasn’t dead and that half of my shirt was probably still stuck on that nail.

           “Put me down…” I choked out. Newt just looked down at me and kept running back to camp. “Damn it Newt put me down!”, that seemed to get his attention. He stopped running and looked at me, sadness filling his eyes.  Slowly he set me down on my feet and we stared at each other for what felt like ages. “Why didn’t you let me die……?” He looked confused and appalled that I would even ask him that. “You could’ve been happy with Sonya….” My head dropped before continuing “You could have been with the girl you love. So why did you come back for me? All I’m going to do is stand in your way.” I refused to look up at him. Tears were already welling up in my eyes and I think he’s seen me cry enough for the night.

A sigh left his lips “Baby…… God I’m so sorry” I shook my head “Don’t be sorry, I get it. She’s prettier, funnier, skinnier. If I were you I’d choose her too” a forced laugh made its way out of my mouth. Newt brought his hands up to cup my face and forced me to look at him.

“Listen to me. I was being a dick. I’m sorry. I can only imagine what I put you through even if it was only for a week or so. I got carried away and I’m so sorry. I love you and only you. You’re the most beautiful girl in the entire universe, no one can make me laugh as hard as you do. And God baby I don’t care about how skinny she is because the only person that is able to make me feel good is you.” I didn’t even stop the tears from falling. “I’m so sorry I took advantage of your love for me. I’m so sorry I kissed her. I’m sorry for everything. I wish I could blame it on something else but I was just being an idiot.” By now both of us were crying.  “I don’t know if you can find it in you…. But will you please give me another chance? I promise I won’t hurt you again and I would totally understand if you didn’t want anything to do with me bu- “I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. His shock was evident in the kiss but he slowly started kissing back. I missed his lips so much. We pulled away seconds after and he looked down at me.

“You might be an idiot, but you’re my idiot and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I whispered, and he said those words that would start to mend my shattered heart.

“I love you…. So much. So fucking much.” I smiled and leaned up to kiss him once more.

Page 250 (Newt Imagine)

(A/N: Any quotes in italics are from The Death Cure and yeah I throw in a line from Game of Thrones in there as well. Tiny little line. Oh and I will be posting other prompts that are in my inbox, this is just one I typed up on my way home :) More tomorrow I promise.)

When Thomas takes off out of the van you run after him. Your legs feel like jello, but you give it your all to catch up with him. When he comes to a halt you slam into him sending him forward a bit.

“Y/N, I told you to stay in the car!” He yells.

“We’re not leaving without him! I don’t care what they say!”

Tears spring to your eyes. The time that has passed since Newt left you all has been complete agonizing torture. W.I.C.K.E.D had promised a cure and you are going to make sure that he at least has a shot at being saved. You see him from the distance and go to run towards him, but Thomas throws his arm up against my chest to stop me from running over.

His eyes, they weren’t what you remembered. They lacked the sincerity and softness that Newt has. Thomas inches closer.

“Hey. Newt. It’s Thomas. You still remember me, right?”

“I bloody remember you, Tommy. You just came to see me at the Palace, rubbed it in that you ignored my note. I can’t go completely crazy in a few days.”

His gaze meets me and he snarls.

“Get her out of here!”

“Run back to the van, Y/N.”

Thomas shoves you and you lose your footing briefly.

“I’m not going anywhere. What note is he talking about, Thomas?”

“It’s none of your concern.” Newt growls, “Now get out of here.”

“Come with us, Newt. We can get you into Paradise. They promised us that they have the cure…”

“You’re a bloody idiot if you think there is any truth to that! Then again you’re the same love sick slag from the Glade so I wouldn’t doubt it.”

His words cut you open.

“You d-d-don’t m-mean that.”

“You think I actually bloody cared about you?!” His words spew out like venom, “All you were to me was firm tits and a tight fit.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from crying, but you could still feel the hot tears roll down your cheeks.

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Thomas shouts, “You keep on and I swear to God I’ll never give her your letter.”

“What?” My voice cracks

“I bloody trusted you, Tommy! You can’t do one fucking thing I ask can’t you?! YOU OWE ME THAT MUCH!”

You wanted to hold him. Pull him close to you and not let go.

“I’m gonna blast him!” Lawrence yelled from the van, “Get out of the way!”

“NO!” You scream jumping in front of Newt, “Put that bloody thing down now!”

“I hate you!” He screams, “The both of you! Take her back to the bloody van!”

You lunge forward and you hear Thomas scream out as well as Lawrence cock his gun. Your arms are around his shoulders. His body felt insanely hot and he tensed at the feel of you. He quickly rips you off of him and throws you to the dirt.

You wipe the tears from your face and the dust from your clothes when you stand up.

“I was broken before I ever bloody met you! You have a real bad habit of trying to mend things!” He spits, “I wanted to die then and I want to die now and you could either do yourself the favor and leave or suit yourself and watch!”

You try to lunge forward again, but Lawrence darts toward you fast grabbing you by the arms and drops the gun in the process.

“Make amends! Repent for what you did! Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right thing. Put me out of my misery.”

Your body is bucking wildly trying to get out of Lawrence’s grasp.

Newt unzips his hoodie and tosses it in my direction and it skids across the dirt.

“Newt, maybe we can…”

“Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!”

“I can’t!”

“Do it!”

“I can’t!”

“Kill me or I’ll kill you! Kill me! Do it!”

“Newt…” You cry out still trying to come loose

“Do it before I become one of them!”

Newt grabs Thomas and gets onto his knees twisting his hand with the gun so that it was aimed at his head.

“No! NO PLEASE!” You cry out kicking you legs down into the dirt attempting desperately to break free, “PLEASE DON’T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!”

Lawrence turns you away from them and you feel as if not enough oxygen was making it to your lungs.

“Please, Tommy. Please.”

When the sound of the bullet leaving the gun rings out he sets you free. With balled up fist you punch him, letting the flood gates open as you face becomes a red, blotchy, tear soaked mess. When you push past him you run up to Newt. He was laying on his side and you drop down to your knees, stroking his hair out of his face. You press your face up against his lifeless one and you saw exactly where the bullet had had hit him and cried out even harder.

“Why did you have to leave me?” You whisper, “I can’t live without you. I love you too much.”

“We have to go.” Lawrence instructs, “We need to get out of here.”

“Y/N…” Thomas calls out softly, “Come on.”

“We have to take him…” You cry, “They’re gonna take him!”

“Y/N, if we could we would. We can’t carry him that far I’m sorry.”

“I can’t leave him here. He’s MINE. YOU took him away from me!”

“I promise you, Y/N. When we get to Paradise I swear to God we will find some place where you can be with him and talk to him, just please let’s go!”

You kiss his cheek one last time before getting up, grabbing his sweater, and running off into the van. You clutch his sweater tight to you and cry, taking in his scent and wrapping it around you.

“I know this is really hard, but Newt gave me these to give to you.”

He hand you an envelope that’s all wrinkled and torn as well as Newt’s watch from when he was a runner. You hadn’t even realized that he wasn’t wearing it. You secure the watch across your wrist and quickly rip open the envelope:

Dear Y/N,

The fact that you’re reading this now means that I’m dead, and I’m so sorry that I wasn’t able to hold you one last time before I left. I’ll always regret that, but you must know that leaving you was the single most hardest thing I ever had to do. I just couldn’t say good-bye and see your face wracked with worry or even worse, seeing you cry. I’ve given this to Tommy to give to you when all is done to reassure you that I’m in a better place now and that many many years down the line I’ll be waiting for you, no matter where I’ll be. Live life, be happy, and please don’t blame Tommy. The request I made to him was hard enough to begin with and I know it took a lot for him to respect my wishes. On top of this note I’m giving you my watch. I hope that when you look at it you’ll think of me and the time we spent together. Even if you don’t wear it, please, promise to take it with you wherever you go so it will be as if I never really left. I really don’t want to stop writing this, because if I do that would make this real, but the cranks are about to leave. Remember I love you, even after my last breath. 

Until we meet again.


You press the letter to your chest and lean into the side of the van. The last of your tears slipping down your face.


*Requested* Imagine Stefan and you are dating and you hang out with Kai all the time and he’s starting to think you two have something going on.

(I think I got a little carried away with writing Kai. He´s just such a funny character to write. Also, I didn´t think that Stefan is the one making a scene when he´s jealous, so I wrote it a little low-key. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and feedback is as always appreciated. Now, happy reading my lovelies!)

Word count: 746

Your name: submit What is this?

It´s a rather cold evening in Mystic Falls, as you and your friend Kai are sitting in in the Mystic Grill, waiting on your boyfriend Stefan who is unusually late. Kai is just telling you about his first Twitter experience as Stefan finally arrives giving you a quick kiss, before sitting down on the chair in between the both of you, clearlyp annoyed by Kai´s presence.

Kai: “Oh hey Stefan I was just telling Y/N about how I used Twitter for the first time, the people on there.. wow. I´m going to tell you all about it but first;you should really follow me: cobrakai1972.”

Stefan: “I´m sure your story is very interesting but I´ll pass thanks." 

You and Kai share a confused look before he grabs the peanuts, which are standing on the table, occasionally throwing one up in the air and catching it with his mouth.

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Begin Again - viii || TBS

Summary: Thomas and Y/N go to Ava’s favorite cafe in Venice and talk about their plans for when they get home - not without Thomas planning to spoil them completely.


I’ll be using the hashtags #tmr newt, #newt x reader, #tbs x reader, #tbs imagines if you want to look for me. Ever since Fantastic Beasts came out I can’t see you guys anymore.

Here’s 1/12 of the 12 Days of Imagines I promised you! Thank you for the love.

You woke up because it was too cold.

You were about to roll to your back when you almost fell off, realizing too late that you were on the couch with Thomas beneath you.

He was still asleep, his arms draped effortlessly around your waist. His lips were slightly pouted and it took every ounce of self-control you had to not kiss him at that moment.

It was a nice feeling, being this intimate with him. You were so close you could feel his crotch on your thigh.

Ruining the moment, your stomach rumbled, causing Thomas to stir.

He rubbed his hand on his face, taking a deep breath before looking at you with a small smile.

“Hello.” he said, “this is, so far, the best sight I’ve woken up to in my life.”

“Same here,” you whispered, pecking him around his mouth.

“I do recall this,” he slid his hand between you both on your stomach, “telling me that you’re hungry.”

“A little,” you admitted.

“I’ll take you out for breakfast,” he announced, sitting up and taking you with him, resulting in your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Mmmkay,” you smiled, getting off of him despite his whines.

Thomas smirked at you after a while. “Okay? No objections? No ‘spoil your daughter’?” he formed air quotations with his fingers at his last words.

“No,” you said simply, deciding to wear a light dress and a thick coat for today. “I’m just trying to not be a killjoy like you say I am,”

“Oh, my,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up himself. “We’re going to take a boat to the cafe we’re going to.”

“Really?” you smiled excitedly, your eyes secretly scanning him from head to toe.

“Yeah,” he nodded, throwing a sweater on. You loved it when Thomas wore sweaters. He was so huggable. But then again, you loved Thomas with nothing on best. “It’s Ava’s favorite place. Funnily enough, she told me to bring my girlfriend there on our first visit there as kids. She said it was romantic and any girl would love it.”

You hummed. “We should send her a photo, then.”



You turned your head back to Thomas. His polaroid was directed towards you. You watched him put it down with a huge grin on his face as the camera printed your photo.

“Thomas!” you shrieked, “I’m barely wearing anything!”

“Mhmm, that’s why I took a picture.” he winked at you before blowing on the photo. “It lasts longer.”

“You freaking…” you stomped towards him. You probably looked terrible.

“Ah, no,” he smiled, his eyes raised as he lifted the photo up, far from your reach.

“Stupid tall people,” you slumped and walked back to your clothes, deciding to change.

“That’s going in my wallet.” he announced proudly.

“And what if your mom or even your dad,” you cringed, “goes through your stuff?”

He chuckled. “I’ll put it under my credit cards, love, I’d kill anyone who’d be lucky enough to see you like that.”

You huffed as you put your boots on then you frowned. “Why am I still cold?”

He walked towards you, putting his wallet in his back pocket. “Because you need this,” he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you from the ground.

“I’m hungry,” you joked.

“Right,” he nodded. “Let’s go.”

Arm in arm, you exited the hotel. 

Thomas’ eyes immediately wandered around the docked boats, then his eyes lit up.

“Here it is,” he smiled, leading you inside a blue kayak. He buckled a life jacket on you and himself.

“Where’s the driver, Tommy?” you asked as he pushed the kayak to the canal.

“Yours truly,” he gestured to himself. You scoffed jokingly.

In a second, he was in the kayak and was paddling around.

“This must be expensive.” you gestured to the kayak.

“It’s a family kayak,” he explained, “my aunt bought it. She lives just outside the city.”

You nodded, watching his biceps tense with every push.

“She’d like to meet you, actually,” he continued, “I told her we’d be around Italy and she wants us to come over before we leave.”

“That’d be great,” you smiled.

“I’m warning you, though, there’s a small possibility we won’t ever leave the place. I swear she’ll fall in love with you.” he rolled his eyes, but the loving expression on his face was obvious.

“Better than her hating me, right?” you teased.

“That’s impossible,” he scoffed. “Ah. Here we are. Wait here.” he got off the boat first. He tied the kayak to the dock and only then did he half-pull, half-carry you to land.

It was your typical cafe, but Thomas said something about having to make reservations.

You were welcomed by an overly cheery waitress at the front desk.

“Mr Sangster!” she cheered, “great to see you again!”

Thomas cleared his throat awkwardly. “You too, Lauren.”

“Table for two?” she prompted, eyes landing on you briefly.

“That’s right,” he replied. “overlooking the water, please.”

She excitedly led you to a window table, overlooking the water as he’d asked.

“She seems happy to see you,” you commented.

Thomas sighed, seemingly frustrated. “When we divorced, I came to stay here for a few months. Ava visited often and we’d go here.”

You nodded, not sure where he was going with that.

“She asked me out several times until Ava not-so-nicely told her that I just got divorced,”


“It’s nothing, don’t worry.” he smiled charmingly.

“Well, she’s pretty.” you sighed, looking at her. She had wavy, blonde hair that hung to her waist. She was petite and slim - she looked like a model.

“She’s alright,” he shrugged. “What would you like to eat?” he then put on an excited front, gesturing to the menu in your hands.

“I’ll have whatever you usually have,” you replied.

“Alright,” he called another waitress, who obviously had to bravely check him out. Thomas wasn’t oblivious to her ogling, but he paid her no heed.

Thomas’ phone began to buzz, and he sighed once he read the message.

“Who is it?” you asked. Then you lowered your face. “Sorry, I shouldn’t pry,”

Thomas looked at you seriously. “Listen, Y/N, if we’re going to make this work, we shouldn’t be allowed to keep secrets. You’re my business, I’m yours. Got it?”

You nodded.

“Anyway, it’s Ava.” he smiled. “She thinks we’re going too fast into the relationship.”

“Are we?” you bit your lip.

“She’s mad at me, and not you - if that’s what you’re worried about.” he sighed. “And no, we’re actually seven years late. We’re making up for lost time.”

“What are we going to do when we get back to London?” you wondered.

“You’re not living in my place right now, that’s for sure,” he chuckled. “you’re not staying in the place I spent seven years of hell in.”

You shot him a look of confusion.

“I’m going to buy us a new place,” he said as if it could be done by the wave of his hand. Then again, this is Thomas we’re talking about. “a better one, where Hope can have a better room and I a study.”

“Thomas… that’s unnecessary. Your home is beautiful.”

“Oh, it is.” he smiled. “But you two deserve better.” he gave you a look that said it was the end of the discussion.

“Tommy, I think we should take it slow. Let’s see how dating goes for us then we’ll take it from there - while I stay in my apartment.”

Thomas frowned but nodded. “Okay, love. If that’s what you want.”

“It’s what we need, Thomas. Last time we made drastic decisions without thinking, we-”

“Divorced,” Thomas finished.

“Yeah.” you looked at your lap and laughed bitterly. “I’m sorry - I just ruined this.”

“No,” Thomas shook his head. “we need to talk about this, don’t we?”

“Mhmm. What else do you plan on?”

He was interrupted by the waitress placing your food on the table, purposely brushing her chest against Thomas’ forearm, making you bury your face in your hands.

It’s high school all over again.

“Love,” he called for your attention. “look at me.”


“I plan on asking you to quit your job.”

You stared at him, mouth hanging open.

“I wouldn’t if you loved it so much. But they’re torturing you there, Y/N. You need to leave.”

“I have a daughter, Tommy.”

We have a daughter,” he corrected. “and you have me. What problem is there? You want to stay home with Hope, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I want to contribute something,” you half-shouted, half-whispered.

“You’re taking care of our baby - that’s more than I could ever ask for.”

Our baby.

Ours. No one else’s.

“Let me find a part-time job,” you begged, “while Hope’s in school.”

Thomas sighed. “Alright, darling. What do you have in mind?”

“Matt’s best friend is a teacher in the school down the road,” you replied. “They need preschool teachers.”

“Why not?” he smiled. “You’ll be wonderful at that.” he began taking a bite of his pancakes as you blushed furiously.

As if you weren’t red enough, Thomas forked his pancakes and held them to your mouth, a loving gaze lingering on his face as he watched you chew.

“It’s good, right?” he smiled.

“It is,” you nodded. “thank you for this.”

He dismissed your thanks with a wave of his hand. “This is just the beginning, baby.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”  

The Joy Of Illness (TBS x Reader)

Character: Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Fandom: Maze Runner (Cast)

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: The Joy Of Illness

Requested by th3littlemermaid14

Hey I saw your page and I’ve been reading your imagines!! Could I request one with Thomas Brodie-Sangster. Just a cute fluffy imagine about being sick. Lol I’ve been dealing with a cold and could use some cheering up!!

A/N: Guess what? I got a cold too, yay! TOT Anyway, I’m not used to writing TBS imagines or any other real people for the matter (except Dan and Phil) but I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you feel better! :D

WARNING: Fluff everywhere!! :P

Here came my knight in shining armor.

I had made the terrible mistake of telling Thomas that I was sick, and he had gotten on his motorbike and driven all the way to my house to look after me.

We had been friends for a really long time, and we were so close that we were almost like siblings. I loved that boy.

And he was a sweetheart for wanting to stay with me, but I felt like it was unnecessary.

Thomas probably had something more important to do than to take care of poor little Y/N. Like reading a script, for example.

Yeah, I was feeling like crap. But it was just a cold. It wasn’t the end of the world.

Thomas was standing in the threshold of my room, frowning as usual and staring at me in concern.

“You look worse than I thought” He told me with his British accent that I liked so much.

“I will survive” I told him, carelessly waving my hand in the air.

He placed his hands on his hips and licked his lips.

I tried not to laugh as I saw him frowning so much. I always found it amusing how he kept doing it.

“Do you need anything?”

“No” I was actually cold, but I didn’t want to bother him, so I just coated myself with my bed sheets and accommodated in my comfy bed.

Noticing it, Thomas grinned.

“You’re cold” In a flash, he had grabbed a blanket.

“Ugh” I rolled my eyes as he carefully placed the blanket over me and sat in the bed with me.

“Want me to read you a bedtime story?” He joked, grinning again.

“Shut up” I groaned, hiding my face behind the blanket.

I heard Thomas chuckling and couldn’t help but smile myself as he softly poked my ribs.

“Sing you a lullaby so you go to sleep then?” Thomas insisted, his husky voice bearing an obvious smile.

“Thomas…” I complained again, shoving the blanket against my face in frustration. I hated when he teased me like that.

I knew he was just trying to cheer me up because he was perfectly aware that I felt like crap. But still.

Thomas pulled the blanket off to reveal my face and I groaned again, feeling like a little kid.

“Make you a chicken soup?” That time, he could barely speak as he was giggling so hard.

“I hate you” I just said as I let my head fall on his leg, hiding my face on his jeans.

“No you don’t” He chuckled, patting my head fondly but also playfully.

My headache got suddenly worse, and I winced in pain. I didn’t want to move from that position as I felt like the dizziness and the headache would get just worse.

Besides, Thomas was a great pillow.

“Can I make anything to make you feel better?” He said, now sweetly caressing my hair.

“Just let me die here” I mumbled against his jeans.

He giggled but gently shook me to insist on it.

“Really, Y/N”

“You’re not gonna leave, are you?” I sighed, leaning on him to lift my head and look up at him.

“No” He simply said, making a cute funny face. “I’m going to look after you”

It was very sweet of him and I appreciated it, but it got on my nerves that he was so pigheaded.

“And if I ask you nicely?” I insisted, still staring at him, trying to make my best puppy face.

Thomas looked back at me tiredly with his dark brown eyes.

“Just tell me what I can do” 

I thought about it for a moment. Thomas keeping me company was great, but it didn’t really help make my cold better.

But there was that one thing that could maybe cheer me up.

“Can we watch Love Actually?” I adored that movie, and watching it with the actual Thomas Brodie-Sangster was something I had wanted to do for a long time. But he wouldn’t want to.

For a few seconds, he thought about it.

“Only this time”

I smiled a little and put the blankets off me, putting my hoodie on and shielding myself in my warm sweater.

“Let’s go” Thomas stood up and motioned for me to go with him to the livingroom.

But I hadn’t still moved from the bed.

“Can you carry me to the couch?”

Thomas chuckled.

“Now you’re actually acting like a child, Y/N”


Thomas rolled his eyes and helped me up the bed, just holding me by the waist as I weakly supported my weight over him.

“I’m dying” I told him as we slowly made our way to the livingroom.

“I thought you were fine” He chuckled, looking at me.

I just put my head on his shoulder and pouted.

Finally, we made it to the couch and Thomas slowly sat me down. He looked for the DVD and put it on, sitting next to me when the movie was set up.


Thomas had made a few appearances as Sam already, but I wasn’t enjoying the movie nearly as much as I thought. But it was because my body was trying to kill itself while my brain made its best to focus on the movie with no success.

I was a little hungry, but my stomach was so queasy that I wouldn’t be able to eat anything. My throat felt dry and raspy and it hurted from coughing, as well as my chest. My nose was red and runny and I kept blowing it. And I still had a headache and felt light headed. And of course, I felt really tired and weak. The joy of illness…

I just tried to focus on the moment and not on my cold.

We were still sitting in the couch, Thomas comfortably sitting at my left, resting his back against the couch, and me cuddling him. It made me feel somewhat better.

I was resting my torso over him, hugging him and my head on his chest while he wrapped an arm around my back.

“Y/N, you’re shaking” Thomas observed, and I realized he was right. I was clutching to him, shaking like a freaking Chihuahua.

I hadn’t realized I was so cold until he made me took notice of my shaking.

“I’ll bring you a blanket” He leaned forward to stand up, but I complained with a little whine.

“No, don’t move, please” I told him with a childish voice. He was right; I acted like a child when I was sick.

But I was so comfortable there with him despite the cold…

I heard how he grinned and careful not to move me, he tried to take his jacket off. He was wearing that thick jacket that looked like a blue and white plaid shirt.

I remembered the first time I saw him wearing that and thinking ‘is he actually wearing a plaid shirt on top of a plaid shirt?’. That thought amused me.

“Here” Thomas placed his jacket over my shoulders and I quickly put my arms through the sleeves to cuddle him again.

“Thanks” I mumbled, relaxing after my body started to stop shaking. My muscles were sore after being tense for so long.

“Is that better?” He worried, and I just hummed affirmatively and nodded on his shoulder.

I wasn’t shaking, but I still felt my nose and cheeks freezing. Hopefully Thomas’ body warmth would help me with that.

From that moment on we stayed in silence watching the movie, waiting for his parts to be up again.

My favourite scenes –apart from Sam and Johanna’s, obviously –were the ones with Colin Firth. They were my favourite couple out of the whole movie.

And well, whenever Alan Rickman was on all I could see was an alternative version of Severus Snape.

But then came the Thomas scene with Liam Neeson in the bench with the famous line ‘worse than the total agony of being in love?’ that I liked so much.

“Look, there’s baby Thomas again” I smiled when Sam appeared, since he was so cute and tiny.

“I was thirteen there” He chuckled, a little self-conscious about it.

“You’re still baby faced. Look at you” I looked up to him and squeezed his face fondly.

“Stop it…” He pleaded, softly pushing me away even if he kept smiling.

“I think I’m delirious” I half joked, but I could feel everything around me weirdly, as if my perception had been altered by a fever.

Thomas placed a warm hand on my forehead and frowned. His grin disappeared and his expression changed to a worried one.

“You feel quite warm” Thomas placed his free arm around me too, as if he wanted to make it better for me but didn’t know how.

A chill suddenly shook my spine and I hid my face on his shoulder.

“Y/N, you should really take some medicine” I sensed the concern on his voice, so I just stood up and shook my head.

I hated taking medicines, most of the time they did me more bad than good. Probably because I wasn’t used to taking them and made a weird reaction on me.

The thing was that the only times when I actually took medicines were when I was almost dying. And even if taking something didn’t look as such a bad idea in that moment, I would still wait until I couldn’t take the cold anymore.

“I’ll just lie down again in my bed” I mumbled, already walking to my room.

Thomas quickly stood up and wrapped me by the waist to support me whilst I weakly walked.

“But what about the movie?” He asked me just as we made it back to my room.

“Fuck the movie” I carelessly said, lying down in my bed and wrapping myself with the bedsheets.


After around ten minutes of arguing because I wanted Thomas to go home already –I even went to call him ‘Sangster’, which I always did when he got on my nerves, but it still didn’t work –I gave up and let him stay with me.

He had been there for the whole afternoon, getting me whatever I needed. Water, food, blankets, even hugs.

He talked me into taking something to improve my symptoms and I was slowly feeling better. Just drowsier.

So we were there, the both of us lying in my bed.

Thomas was being a total sweetheart, putting up with my sneezes, sniffing, coughing and complaining. And even letting me lazily and feebly lay my head on his chest again.

“Why don’t you go to sleep? You’ll feel quite better when you wake up” He suggested, absently coating me better with the blanket.

After the whole day feeling either really hot or really cold, I had finally reached a perfect state in which I was all warm and fuzzy and cozy under Thomas’ jacket and the blanket he had placed over me again.

“I’m trying” I mumbled, feeling drowsy but not really managing to fall asleep.

“Remember that time I talked you to sleep?” 

I chuckled at the memory, making Thomas chuckle as well.

“You mean the time you bored me to sleep?”

Actually, there was something about his husky voice with its cracks and its sweetness and his adorable British accent… I just loved the way he talked.

I really didn’t know why, but I enjoyed hearing him speak. Maybe because he wasn’t that much of a talkative person and I liked that he opened up enough with me to actually ramble.

Anyhow, once we had been hanging out at Dylan’s place. Actually, a bunch of the Maze Runner cast was there too: Kaya, Will, Ki Hong, Dexter…

And Thomas kept talking for some reason. I ended up falling asleep on Ki Hong’s shoulder after Thomas kept chattering about the movie.

In my defense, I’ll say that I was really tired that day. And the noise from the ‘party’ and Thomas’ voice made me just doze off. He lulled me to sleep almost.

So maybe that’d help again.

“What do you want me to talk about then?” Thomas looked down at me and I just nuzzled my nose against his neck.

I shrugged and closed my eyes, concentrating on falling asleep.


Thomas began speaking about motorbikes –what a bloody surprise –and he rambled about this and that all the time.

Sure enough, I soon fell asleep.

Maybe being sick wasn’t all that bad.