shuck i know

imagine #8

character - Gally

words - 1642 (way longer than I thought it’d be)

warnings - Slightly sexual content (though not really)

description - You grind against Alby at the bonfire to discourage other boys from flirting, but end up making Gally jealous.

a/n - requested anonymously; hope it’s what you wanted, nonnie!

Originally posted by space-ing-out

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My Queen

          “Will you hold still?” Shay grumbled as he tried desperately to tend your wounds.

           You pushed aside the cloth in his hand, “I told you I’m fine.” You attempted to slip by him but his arm quickly wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him. “Shay…” You groaned while struggling against his strength, knowing it was a losing battle.

           “Let me clean you up, then you’re free to go.” He grunted as you shoved against his chest not breaking his grip on you.

           You sighed, “Fine.” You cursed his ability to always get what he wants, he was such a caring man and all he wished was to ensure you were alright. You knew that well enough but it was still a difficult thing to allow anyone to see you hurt, whether or not you had won the battle.

           He flashed you a proud smile as you settled onto the table and absently you rolled your eyes at him. The grin on his face remained, you knew he could see right through your mask to each grimace you made as you moved.

           He first tended to the cut across your cheek, then the blood that had become crusted beneath your nose and finally your split upper lip where his finger lingered long enough for you to notice before he pulled it away. You watched him cautiously as he poured more whiskey onto the cloth. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You teased as he cleaned your knuckles now.

           His eyes met yours, a stern glare that stiffened your spine, “I would never take pleasure in your misery.” He paused a moment, seeing the discontent on your face, he continued, “But I do enjoy you allowing me the honor of taking care of you.”

           You snorted, “I’m not royalty, you know.”

           His warm smiled returned to his lips, “You are in my eyes, Y/N”

           You giggled while you dramatically rolled your eyes at him in hopes that would distract him from the blush creeping up your neck, “Shut up! Worry about my wounds, would you?”

           He chuckled, “Yes, my queen.”

Who’s Your Daddy?

/ Part 1 / / Part 2 / / Part 3 / / Part 4 / / Part 5 / / Part 6 / / Part 7 / / Part 8 /

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: I need more of Who’s Your Daddy.  part 9 !!,   Who’s your daddy p.9 pls,  I’m so excited for the next part 😊, when is part 9 coming?,  Can you do another who’s your daddy

Tagged: @yougottalovefandoms  @phan—anime , @ thatblondeemogirl, @waitingfor-captainamerica@kaiyaisbae @huntermichelle @g0back2bed@honeymoonmuke @captainboomerangsunicorn​ @meganlpie, @sociallethality, @ jaib2-blog @ birbwrites @pottethead4life @ xvalgbx

Warnings: Swearing, pregnant!reader, daddy!gladers

Summary: The creators sent up a new greenie instead of supplies…they weren’t expecting a girl. And to put the icing on the cake, she’s pregnant with a note rested upon her bulging belly. Once the note is read, and the girl wakes up…all hell will break loose.  Who is she? Why is she there? Who is the father of her baby?


Ever since he got that note from the creators, he hasn’t left his room. Not even answering the questions being thrown at him, left and right, all curious as to what it could have been, but Gally refused to answer. 

How could he? He had just found out that he had a sister, and now the creators wanted him to choose between her or those who were all the family he really knew. He needed to be alone. 

As for Y/n, she continued walking, still not having any particular destination. She thought she was conflicted before, but this was all just becoming too much. Waking up with no memory, pregnant with no clue of the father, blamed for something she has no control over, and now she has a brother…

Not seeming to grasp onto her surroundings, Minho almost had a heart attack when he opened the door and nearly smacked right into her forehead. 

“Shuck, Y/n, watch where you’re going.” Raising her head, Minho physically cringed at the sight of tears streaming down her face. “Jeez, I didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh. Are you alright?” 

“It’s not you, it’s…it’s these stupid hormones. They’re all over the place, which I’m guessing is a side effect to being pregnant.” She replies, wiping her face dry with her hand. 

“Good, because I need to have a word with you, shank. What in the hell were you doing near the maze? Do you have any idea-” 

“Look, I don’t need a lecture from you too-”

“Don’t interrupt me, you’re getting one whether you like it or not. Look I know all this shit doesn’t make any sense, and you’re frustrated and scared. But, you can’t just go running around and butting heads with those who are on your side. Give Newt a break, he gave you a warning and you didn’t follow it, of course he was going to be pissed.” 

“I didn’t even go inside!”

“But, would you? If Thomas and I haven’t cut our route short, would you have wandered inside?” Y/n merely huffed while kicking dirt beneath her shoe. “Exactly, shuck-face. You could be carrying mine, his or Thomas’s baby, and the maze is a horrible place for mother and child.” 

“Alright. I get it. I won’t go in the maze…” Y/n looked over at the map room entrance, tilting her head to the side in curiosity. “What’s in there?” 

“It’s nunya. Don’t worry about, only runners are allowed in the map room.” 

Map room…now that’s something that rang a bell. A small bell, ringing in the very back of her mind, but it was there. Something about that room sent something ablaze in her memory pocket. She just didn’t know what at the moment. Before she could press farther, the sound of her stomach growling aggressively sent both of their eyes to double in size, and for Y/n to hunch over in pain. 

“W-What’s the matter with you, huh? Say something!” Minho panicked, letting her grasp onto his arm tightly, helping her stand properly. “Are you sick? When was the last time you ate? Come on, answer me!” 

“A few h-hours ago…but I t-threw it up..!” She groaned, rubbing the lower half of her stomach, where she felt the baby curling up uncomfortably. “I-I need food, and quickly…oh God this is one hell of a cramp.” 

Not needing further instruction, Minho rushed her toward the dinning hall as fast as a runner could maneuver with a pregnant woman on his arm. He was just glad he ran into her, there’s no telling who would have gotten to her or who would have just let her lay there…he got chills just thinking about it. 

She felt special to him in someway, he knew that she did the minute he saw her. He just hoped it wasn’t in the way that he feared…

Once Minho had escorted Y/n to the kitchen area, he was relieved to find that it was empty. Well, except for the man himself who makes all the magic happen. 

“Fry! Frypan!” He exclaimed, not before setting her at a table to rest, after that agonizingly slow power walk they just did. “Get your ass out here, and bring some food - and some water!” 

“What the hell is your - oh. It’s her. [Sigh] You know I’m gonna get my head chewed off if I so much as think to give her anything before dinner.” 

“She’s in pain, she hasn’t eaten in hours-” 

“That’s not my problem. I’m sorry, man, but I can’t give any special treatment.” 

Y/n breathes heavily as she held her stomach, the cramp not going away anytime soon, unless she was fed. Something from earlier seemed to resurface her brain, as she looked over at Frypan. “You’re friends…with Gally right?” 

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he nods. “Yeah, so?” 

“You’d be doing his sister a huge favor if you’d not let my baby die of starvation. I won’t tell anyone, and if they find out then I will take the blame. Please…” That shocked the two boys to where their jaws practically hit the floor, but Y/n didn’t falter. She meant what she said. 

“What…what are you talking-” 

“Please! You can ask questions later, but for right now I need your help!” 

Without anymore persuasion, Fry nearly tripped to rush back into the kitchen and throw something together. That was a slap to the face for sure; Minho hadn’t moved from his spot as he stared at Y/n in shock. 

“H-How…how can you be so sure that Gally is-”

“It was actually him that threw the idea at me. His exact words were ‘Because I wouldn’t fuck my sister,’ when I accused him of it being his child. He ran off after that once the box sounded, and that’s when I ran into you. I guess I’ve come to accept the thought, since so far that’s the only thing that seems clear in my head. At least it makes the elimination much easier for me.” 

“Well…shuck. That’s…I don’t know whether to feel relieved, scared or both. Maybe a little shocked, too. Yeah, I guess that is a stepping stone closer to finding out the truth. Good job, I guess.” 

Frypan had made it back with two sandwiches and a cup of water. Setting it down in front of Y/n, he was quick to grab a seat right in front of her, slamming his fist on the table. “Alright, you got your food and water, now hold your end of the bargain What do you mean by ‘doing his sister a favor’? Wasn’t he an option of getting you pregnant?” 

“Well, it’s a little fuzzy. I didn’t really believe it when he said it, but it was the way he looked at me after he did. He looked frightened and…somewhat ashamed of something. Then, I saw a flash of guilt. I don’t know, like I said, it’s a little fuzzy. All I do know is that he’s definitely isn’t the father of my baby.”

“Thank God.” “Dammit.” 

Minho and Fry both said under their breath, looking at each other once they did at the same time. Y/n, too, stared in confusion at the two different responses. Crossing his arms while leaning forward, Minho glared at the cook. 

“What did you just say?” 

“Uh…nothing. Don’t worry about it, I-I was just-”

“Did you just say ‘dammit’, meaning you are disappointed?”

“No.”

“Yes you did, shuck-face, there’s no point in lying when we both know you did! What are you hiding?” He pointed, watching sweat starting to form on his forehead, and not just because of the heat. Sighing heavily after doting his eyes left and right, he confesses. 

“Fine. Yesterday, after our meeting, a few of us made a small, harmless little…bet on who the father might be. Mine and a group of others’ bets were on Gally…” 

“What were the wagers?” Y/n spoke with her mouth full of the ham sandwich. 

“[Sigh] Giving up portions of meals. Meaning whoever bets on the actual father gets the losers’ portions of food for at least a week. Looks like it’s not gonna be me.”

After Y/n swallowed her food, she bursts out into a fit of laughter. Something about the situation was funny to her, and the look of pure disappoint on Fry’s face because of it was just purely hysterical. Another shock overcame the two boys as they stared at her as she continued to laugh. Soon after a few seconds have past, Minho started to laugh along with her, it being too ridiculous and contagious not to, Frypan following not too far behind once he realized the silliness of the whole thing. 

“Shut up, you shanks, a man can dream.” He finally responds, only causing Y/n to laugh harder. “It’s not like I knew he was your brother in the first place.”

“Either way, if you hadn’t have told us and in the end we found out, just imagine the look on everyone’s faces. Classic.” Y/n was finally able to catch her breath, taking a much needed gulp of her water. As everything seemed to calm down after that, Y/n practically launched forward at the feeling of a thump against her lower stomach. 

“Whoa, what’s wrong now?” Minho sat up in alarm, along with Frypan. It wasn’t until she started to chuckle that the two of them started to relax again. 

“What’s so funny now?” 

Looking up, they could see the sparkle in Y/n’s eyes as she lifted her shirt up just a little bit to expose her swollen belly. “It kicked.” 

Now having both of their attention on the area, they waited patiently for it to do as said. Fry nearly laid on the table trying to get a good view, while Minho didn’t dare to blink in case he missed it. Y/n gently started to tap around in areas where the baby would usually kick, a soft grin still upon her face. Finally after a few more taps, the baby’s little hand print made a showing for the two males to witness. 

“No shucking way…” Minho breathed in awe, wanting to reach out and touch it, only for his hand to be smacked away. “Ouch. What was that for, shank?” 

“Not before the father, you don’t.” Y/n sassed, catching him off guard while Frypan giggled at him being struck. Covering her mouth after saying that, Minho tilted his head to the side with the same look of as from before. 

“What are you - are you saying it’s not me?” 

For some reason, Minho felt a little hurt at the sudden accusation, but then relieved. He knew he wasn’t stupid enough to knock this girl up…but that didn’t mean the thought of him being a father didn’t cross his mind and bring a smile to his face. “Are you sure?” 

Nodding her head slowly, she removed her hand. “I’m glad I’m getting some memory back, I just hate that they come out in outbursts like that.”

“You and Gally are definitely related, then.” Fry concluded, taking her now empty plate and cup, returning to the kitchen. 

Now leaving the two of them alone, for now until dinner time, they just stared at each other in silence. 

“What does that make me then? My name was on the paper, what could I have done to help cause this?” He asked, rubbing his forehead. Just when things were starting to make sense, they get fucked up all over again. Y/n shrugs. 

“Well, so far, you’re giving me a comfortable vibe. Like, I can just chill with you and laugh and just be myself. Not in a romantic kind of way. More friendly. So, obviously, we must be friends or something.” 

“In that case, when that sucker pops out, I call being the favorite uncle. Or at least the godfather.” He demanded with a cocked eyebrow, chuckling softly. Y/n nods after doing the same, while patting him on the back.

The sound of the doors to the dining hall opening, filled the room. Boys pilling in from a long day of hard work, ready to finally eat, only to come to a halt at the sight of who was sitting at the first table. The atmosphere slowly changed, as Y/n now became uneasy, quickly pulling her shirt back down. Eyes were all around her now, her heart beating at a million miles per hour, the baby’s kicking not helping. Neither were the events of earlier, as blush started to creep onto her face. 

One boy scoffs in annoyance as he continues to make his way, as well as others. Y/n tried to tell herself that everyone was just cranky that they didn’t get breakfast…but who’s to blame for that? Minho saw the distress seeping into her face as the boys all stared at her, gently nudging her with his elbow to get her to face back front. Getting the hint, she does. 

Y/n exhales as her eyes focused on the wooded table in front of her, more people piling in by the second as well as her anxiety. Minho placed a hand on her knee, a friendly gesture to let her know that he wasn’t going anywhere. 

“If I last long enough.” 

McHanzo Week 2017, DAY 5: Traditional || Unorthodox.


“I’m moving to your position.”

“Copy that, darlin’.”

McCree leaned back against the crates he had taken cover behind earlier in the fight, and scooched over when he heard the soft tap-tap of familiar prosthetic legs approaching. Hanzo slid home, and pressed his back against the crates as well.

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The Black Shuck *** [Open]

A week after the Gates had closed, trapping Hades on the other side, Belle had finally scrounged up the courage to go back to the shoppe, Shuck by her side. She stood for a while in the doorway before going inside. The river of Lethe had righted all the bookshelves and behind the counter–there was no bloodstain.

Belle couldn’t decide if that made it more eerie or if she was grateful for it.

The morning passed slowly. No one probably even noticed that the shoppe was open after having been closed for a week, but, eventually the bell dinged, letting Belle know that someone was in the shoppe. 

She tensed and felt her heartbeat in her throat, but her eyes went to Shuck, not the person, and seeing him there, laying in front of the counter–his head lifted towards the customer, made her feel a little better. He still, quite obviously, looked like a hellhound, black as soot, but he could–if someone had not seen hellhounds before–pass as a Irish Wolfhound.

“Can I help you?” she asked whoever had entered the shoppe, her voice a little more guarded than she meant.

Prompt: ‘Everyone wants to appear tougher than they really are’

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 611


Sitting in the cafeteria of WICKED Headquarters, I mindlessly play with my food, unable to focus on anything but the scene in front of me: Newt, flirting with the girls from Group B. Jealously and envy simmer inside me, my mouth tightening into a thin, white line as I watch a gorgeous, blue-eyed girl whisper something into his ear suggestively.

I scan the table of girls, trying to determine the difference between them and myself. They all have toned, muscled physiques, their abdominal muscles almost beneath their tight tank tops, along with good looks and bubbly personalities. Glancing down at my weak, spindly arms, I sigh; maybe I’m not strong enough, too frail to catch the second-in-command’s attention. Maybe I need to be more bad-ass like the other girls.

After quickly finishing my meal, I walk to the small gym, not letting myself glance back at Newt’s table as I walk through the stainless-steel doors. Once I get inside, I close the door, not wanting anyone to disturb me or realise what I’m doing. For the next three hours, I push myself to the limits, working out until my body is covered from head to toe in sweat. I ache in places I didn’t even know existed, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

A knock on the door startles me. Wiping a stray hair from my sticky forehead, I open it, assuming that Minho or one of the Group B girls will be standing outside. Instead, I see Newt, looking as perfect as usual. Numerous emotions swell up inside me: embarrassment, sadness, anger, affection, jealousy.

‘Hey love, I saw you leave the- are you okay? You look like you’re about to bloody collapse!’ he says, his strong British accent adding texture to his words.
'I…I, was, um, just doing a quick workout, that’s all’  I stutter, wishing I was better at lying.

'Why? You don’t need to work out!’ he exclaims.

'Well…’ I start. Newt looks at me expectantly, his brown eyes wide. Something shifts inside me and I decide to confide in him. 'It’s just, I saw you talking to the other girls today, and they’re all so tough and strong, and I figured if I was more like them, you would notice me more. it’s shucking stupid, I know, but-’

Newt raises his eyebrows in shock, his jaw dropping. Looking down, I let my hair cover my face, not wanting him to see my flushed cheeks. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him.

'Y/N’ he whispers. I keep my gaze fixed firmly on the floor. 'Y/N’ Newt repeats. He tilts my chin up slightly so I meet his eyes, his fingers pleasantly cold against my burning skin. 'Everyone wants to appear tougher than they really are sometimes, and I get that. But…Bloody hell, Y/N, I don’t want you to ever feel like that, alright? You’re perfect just the way you are. You don’t need to be more like the Group B girls, because…well…I like you, Y/N. I like you a bloody lot’

I bite my lip, my heart beat so fast that I worry that Newt will hear it. He takes a small step towards me, bridging the distance between us. Butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach. His arms wrap around my waist, and I instinctively loop mine around his neck. We stare into each other’s eyes for an eternity, the air between us buzzing, electric. Finally, the second-in-command starts to lean in, and we kiss.

Fireworks explode in my brain, a warm feeling wrapping around my whole body. I smile against his soft lips. This boy…he’s stolen my heart, and I’m glad of it.

This 7 foot tall (on its hind legs) hound skeleton was unearthed in May of 2014 at the ruins of the Leiston Abbey in Suffolk, England. Veterinarians estimate that the massive canine would weigh minimum of 200lbs. Some people believe this ancient skeleton to be the body of the legendary Hellhound, Black Shuck. To put the size into perspective, the current World’s Tallest Dog, Rocko the Great Dane, is 7 feet tall, however, he only weighs 167 lbs compared to the skeleton’s estimated 200. 

As of the time of this post, proper results of the carbon dating taken on the skeleton cannot be found in public records.

anonymous asked:

(askmoonbatmom) Cinderella: would you like to exchange flowers? I love how confident you are when dancing...

OH! Ohoh, I’d love to! Admittedly, I’m on a mission to dance with as many ‘mon as possible, so if you don’t mind me stealing a quick spin - Ooo! Your dress is so pretty! ❤

Aw shucks, I don’t know if it’s confidence so much as just letting loose and having fun! After all, that’s what we’re all here for - to have a good time!

@askmoonbatmom

anonymous asked:

A man like you, with such... interest in the occult. Do you ever imagine having such a powerful being to yourself? A beast in human disguise nuzzling your inner thigh, grin sharp because you both know it could kill you. Yet, it humors that sin, that lust in both your bellies as clawed fingertips press into your hips, a mouth working almost dutifully to pleasure you. A man like you would probably love a devil like that to call your own, huh?

 …Who is this, and where did you find my number? And what were you going to propose next?

anonymous asked:

"Extra needy for affection" eh? Well getting it shouldn't be that hard, you look "extra approachable" at the moment.

[The Omega stares at you with a frown, then shakes his head, giggling and waving a paw]

* Aw, shucks pal. I know I look nice an’ sweet enough to cuddle, but you LITERALLY CAN’T SEE ME RIGHT NOW, SO HOW WOULD YA KNOW, HUH?
* UGHHHHHHH! WHERE’S MY BEAUTIFUL PICTURES I CAN PUT ON MY BLOG?
* HOW CAN MY WORSHIPERS SEE THEIR TRULY RIPPED AND AMAZING GOD?!

Yelling

*Requested: Y/N and Newt get into a ‘fight’ and Newt loses his chill and yells hardcore at her. She gets scared and can’t help herself and cries, and Newt sees this and realizes what he has done.*

Newt was lecturing you again. You crossed your arms and looked at your boyfriend, not understanding why he was so upset. It wasn’t a big deal that you didn’t finish tying all the vines, but Newt thought it was the most important thing at the moment.

“You have a job, Y/N. No matter how much I love you, you have to do the job or else we’ll throw off the balance in the Glade and the whole system will fall apart. You know the number one rule. Each Glader has a part and you have to follow that rule.” he said seriously and you just looked at him.

“Y/N.” he said, making sure you were listening.

“So I’ll finish tying them while the rest of you go ahead and eat. I’ll be done quickly.” you said and walked towards the vines on the ground. Newt grabbed your arm and you saw a look in his eyes that you had never seen before. Your stomach dropped out of fear and your mouth went dry.

“I don’t think you understand.” he growled and you felt the strength go out of your legs. His hand was still gripping your arm and you just looked at it. Your breathing was becoming heavier.

“I don’t know what you mean by that.” you said and knew your voice was shaking. You didn’t know why you were so scared; Newt had never hurt you before. But there was something inside of you, growing.

“I’m trying to get out of this shuck place. I don’t know about the rest of the people here, but this place makes me sick. The people who put us here make me sick!” he yelled and you could see in the way his mouth moved and the way his forehead crinkled that he was REALLY angry.

“I tried to kill myself in there, Y/N!” he motioned towards the Maze. “I’m not about to sit here and watch as a bunch of lazy people slack off and do all the klunk they want and then get away with it! I’m not about to spend the rest of my life here! I can’t let you do that to me and I don’t care if you want to stay here or you like it here or what!” he shouted and you felt his breath on your face with every word he yelled at you. You could see some Gladers had gathered around and were watching Newt yell at you.

You were frozen. That’s the thing about true fear; it leaves you immobile. You hated the place just as much as Newt did. You didn’t tell him about the late nights you spent crying and wishing you were somewhere else, the days you wish you could just close your eyes and never wake up again; but you woke up every morning with a smile on your face because you knew that the boys needed it. You knew that you were trapped here probably against your will. Everyone probably was. But you weren’t going to let that ruin your life.

But Newt didn’t know. He thought you were just shucking around and being a slinthead with the other Gladers and you didn’t care. He thought you were being lazy when really, you just didn’t want to have to think about the situation you were in.

Thoughts were running in your head and you couldn’t breathe all of a sudden. Correction, you were breathing but something was wrong. You were inhaling a lot of air but exhaling almost none of it.

“Y/N?” you heard but couldn’t move or speak. All you were doing was freaking out and inhaling more than you could exhale. You felt arms grab you and you snapped out of the trance you were in while staring at Newt’s angry face and walked away.

You felt tears pour out as Chuck sat you down and handed you a glass of water. It soon turned to sobbing and you clenched the glass so hard you heard it crack. You looked at Chuck and your breathing returned to normalcy.

“What’s wrong?” Chuck asked as if he hadn’t just seen or heard any of what Newt said.

“I don’t like it here, Chuck. I like hanging out with you and the boys and Newt, but I hate it here so much. And I never tell anyone because I don’t want them to lose hope, and I want them to be happy and forget about the fact that we’re stuck here and that it makes them sad and helpless. Newt thinks I don’t care, but Chuck, oh Chuck, I care so much.” you said, your body shaking from the violent sobbing and Chuck sat there and rubbed your back for you. You felt ashamed of not being able to tell Newt and you wished no one had seen him yell at you like that.

Your back suddenly felt cold and you heard Chuck stand up and walk away. You looked up in confusion and saw Newt standing a few feet in front of you. His hard look had softened and normally you would smile, or chirp a “hello” or act like everything was okay, but this time, you didn’t care. You sat there and felt the tears still coming out of the corners of your eyes and you let them spill out. He had never seen you like this but you didn’t care. 

“Y/N…” he said gently but didn’t move for fear of scaring you again.

You didn’t answer him but just looked at him. You wished he would just understand that you weren’t here to just have fun.

“Y/N.” he said again and you just stared at him, again.

“Don’t.” you said and watched as he stood there, frozen like you had been before, and struggled to find the right words. He walked slowly over and sat in a chair next to you and you just stared at the empty space that now filled where he was standing before.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I heard what you said to Chuck. And I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do or say to make this better but I just want you to know I’m sorry.” he said and took your smaller hand in his bigger one, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“I’m not here to mess around and stay forever. I want to get out of here just as much as you do.” you said and looked over at Newt, finally. You could tell he was upset, but not the same kind of upset as before.

“I know that now. I just get scared. Scared that something awful is going to happen or we won’t get out. I was so unsure that I became blind to what’s important.” he said and you looked at him intently.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” he said and pulled you in for a hug. You gladly hugged him back and felt the tears drying on your face, your skin tightening.

“I love you.” you mumbled and he kissed your lips, salty from the tears you had cried.

“I think I love you more.” he said.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you knew of any reylo fics where kylo ren is a prisoner of the resistance ? I've read a couple but I NEED more lol thanks !

Hi Nonnie!!

Aww shucks, I’m sorry I don’t know of any fics with Kylo being caught by the Resistance. @unapologeticreylotrash do you know of any?

anonymous asked:

I think you're cool. And great. And awesome. And pretty much every positive thing I can think of that isn't weird. :)

Hey, thanks!

I don’t feel great right now but I appreciate the kind words. I can probably pass myself off as being cool, if I really tried. Awesome? Maaaybe.. Everything positive? Why, thank you. Aw, shucks. I don’t know, I feel a bit loopy;; Anyways, thank you again! ahhaaha

Can’t Sleep (Newt x Reader)

Character: Newt

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: Can’t Sleep


Warning: Little spoiler of the first book of the Maze Runner saga.


Summary: It’s a stressful day in the Glade, so during the night Y/N can’t really bring herself to fall asleep. Even if she weren’t so nervous and worried, she knew she wouldn’t have fallen asleep. Luckily, Newt is awake too and will keep her company.


When it got late, I went to sleep even if I knew I wouldn’t sleep any. The boys snored around me, and I wondered if I should ask for a place to rest where I wouldn’t be surrounded by boys everywhere. But it would sound too preppy.

The worries of the life in the Glade filled my head and haunted sleep away from me, as I had imagined.

I softly sighed and lied on my back. The hammock swayed as I moved.

“Y/N?” A voice called me, which I recognized instantly.

“Newt?”

“Can’t sleep either?”

“Won’t do”

I heard someone noticeably stir in his hammock and figured it must be him. It sounded in front of me, a bit to the right.

It actually surprised me that he was sleeping with the rest of us out here. Didn’t the Keepers -as well as the leader and second in command - have their own beds inside the Homestead?

I forced my eyesight to look around the half-lit place, as the stars were the only light, for his slim figure and soon spotted him.

“Come’re” He asked me in a whisper.

“What, why?”

Even if Newt was one of the boys I got along with best, we weren’t really that close.

I was still the Greenie, and would be for a few weeks more, and Newt was the nicest one out there. Most of the boys didn’t really pay much attention to me at all, but he of all of them was the kindest and who worried about my wellbeing the most.

I really liked Newt. I appreciated him and enjoyed his company, and to be honest a smile broke in my face everytime I heard his husky voice calling me ‘love’ to get my attention towards him. Shuck, I think I had a crush on him, but what girl wouldn’t? With that British accent of his and those piercing warm brown eyes and that charming and caring personality.

I heard a light chuckle that brought me back to reality.

“Will you bloody come already, love?”

I tried to hide the smile that wanted to break in my mouth when he called me ‘love’ again. I complied and awkwardly walked to his hammock. I stood there, looking at him, and he grinned.

I was glad of the slight light, because I probably blushed when I saw that gorgeous smile.

“Come” He held his arms open, inviting me to sit with him.

I shyly obliged and carefully sat in the hammock, trying my best not to make it sway much so we wouldn’t end up in the ground.

He scooted over to make room for me. Still, the hammock was really small and we were really close to each other, our sides brushing.

“Decided anything yet?” I whispered, trying to make conversation.

Alby, Minho and Thomas were stuck in the Maze overnight. That meant that it was most likely that, sadly, they wouldn’t make it. And since Alby was the leader, they had to make up their minds about choosing someone to take his place.

“You could say that” He answered, not giving any further details.

I sensed reluctance in his voice. He didn’t really want to talk about it, and I understood why. I had spent less than a month in there and I got attached to everyone and was fearing for their lifes, so Newt had more reasons than anyone to feel sad and worried about it all.

“Shuck…” I breathed, not knowing what else to say. We were feeling very  gloomy.

Newt heavily sighed one of those sighs that feel like you let all your worries go even if you know they’re still there, locked in your chest.

He then lied down, causing the hammock to rock from side to side. I looked at him, trying to make out his face and his blond hair in the semidarkness. It seemed disheveled and messy, even more than usual.

I did the same and lied down next to him. We were so close that my shoulder blade rested against his collarbone. Not that he seemed to mind.

“Sorry about being a whiny little baby back there” I mumbled, trying not to wake anyone up. I envied them, really, they could sleep like babies.

I heard him smiling, though.

I wasn’t really proud of my reaction when I saw the Doors closing before the Gladers could get out of the Maze. I freaked out and wanted to go inside myself, and Newt had to hold me back as I screamt and cried like a baby.

“Don’t bloody apologize” He softly shook his head, and I felt the pillow sinking under us. “Tommy used to say you should never be ashamed of crying”

“Thomas…” I didn’t know if I was supposed to say ‘is’ or ‘was’, so I just omitted the verb. “Nice guy”

He noticed and changed the subject.

“Anyways” He lied on his side and looked at me. “You were worrying about them, it wasn’t something stupid”

“I know, but… I’m ashamed of being afraid”

“At least it’s not a selfish fear. You feared for your friends, not for you”

I was amazed how he tried to comfort me although he was probably the one that needed the comfort. He seemed so selfless that it made me admired him even more. He always managed to keep us all together.

I faced him as well and looked into his eyes for a moment before looking away.

“Thanks for everything, Newtie”

“Nloody hell, don’t call me that ever again” I saw him closing his eyes as he cringed and shook his head while making a funny face. “It sounds bloody ridiculous”

I laughed a little and closed my eyes, embracing the closeness and the warmth.

I could feel him staring at me, so I opened my eyes and saw that I was right.

Then Newt wrapped his arms around me and rested his hands in the little of my back. I felt the warm touch through the fabric of my shirt.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, shy but comfortable.

“You mind?”

“N… no, but…”

“Great then” I heard him grinning again.

I looked down and rested my forehead in his collarbone. His warmth amazed me, he felt like a stove.

He smelt like sweat and dirt, but like Newt as well. His scent also reminded me of cocoa, for some reason.

He tightened his grip against my skin and pulled me to him so we couldn’t be any closer.

“Minho mentioned that he was sure that you fancied me” He whispered in my ear, and I could picture a smirk in his lips.

I rested my hands on his chest and shoved him hard. He held onto me tighter to avoid falling off the hammock as it violently wobbled.

“Shut up, Newtie”

His soft and adorable laughter tickled my ear as I felt his breath against my skin.

But Minho’s mention brought us back to reality. 

Maybe we both liked each other and were comfortable lying and cuddling together. But our friends were stuck in that terrifying place and even if we wanted to forget it that was the shuck truth.

*

I don’t know when I fell asleep.

But I woke up feeling Newt waking up by my side. His arms were around me still. It was so cozy I didn’t want to move.

He carefully let me go trying not to wake me and stood up. I missed his touch as I sleepily shifted.

I wouldn’t know how long it was since he left until he came back. But it felt like just a second.

“Oi, Greenie” Newt shook my shoulder.

I opened one eye and saw him crouching by the bed, right in my nose.

He smiled when he saw I was awake. But it was a restless smile.

“The Doors are about to open”

“Coming” I said, and he left.

2

Anon request: can you pretty please do a second part to “imagine Newt and You being competitive towards each other and everyone in the glade know why”? it could be about Minho and Thomas calling him a chicken and jokingly saying they were gonna ask Y/N out before he did an Newt get so annoyed with the two that he just storms over to Y/N all confident and ready to ask her out but ends up stuttering and fumbling with his fingers and Y/N saves him from embarrassment by saying yes because she likes him to. (A/N: I’m going to assume you mean 3rd part)

http://let-there-be-imagines.tumblr.com/post/125217431288/not-my-pic ~ Part 1

http://let-there-be-imagines.tumblr.com/post/125264248163/httplet-there-be-imaginestumblrcompost125217 ~ Part 2

Newt blushed when Y/N sat across from him at Breakfast. She acted like nothing happened, but he was still floating on cloud 9 since the kiss.

He hated to admit it that a girl made him feel this happy, in fear that the other boys would make fun of him.

Even then, Thomas and Minho made fun of him enough for the whole Glade.

A few days after the kiss, Newt and Y/N were hanging out, doing your usual stupid competitions. She laughed while trying to talk normally, “Newt, no way is that possible.”

He rose his eyebrows playfully. “Are you questioning my abilities?”

“Yeah, I am,” she provoked teasingly.

“Hey, Y/N?” Clint asked, “Sorry, but Jack just came in with a pretty nasty slice and I could really use an extra hand.”

Y/N held up both hands. “Well, you’re lucky that I’ve got two.” She waved goodbye to Newt and left with the MedJack.

“Aw, where’s Y/N going?” Minho came from behind and scared Newt. “Leaving Newtie all by his lonesome.”

“Stop calling me that,” he warned.

Thomas cut in, “Then why can Y/N call you that?”

“Because she kisses him,” he answered, “If you want to call him Newtie, all he requires is a kiss.”

“Please don’t,” Newt huffed which made the other boys laugh. “Besides, it was only a kiss.”

He said, “Newt, I mean this in the nicest way possible. You’re a shucking chicken.”

“You know, I can feel the kindness oozing from that sentence.”

Minho held his hands up in defense. “I’m just saying, Y/N could be yours right now, but you’re too scared.”

“Other Gladers might try to ask her out,” he added.

“Ok, shanks,” Newt scoffed.

“Well, I’m off then to ask out Y/N,” Minho announced, “Thomas, come along.”

“What?” He demanded and grabbed their arms, “What are you doing?”

He continued, “I mean, she’s single. We’re single. Y/N’s bound to like one of us.” Thomas shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh really?” Newt glared at them.

“Yeah,” Minho provoked, “She’s gotta be into confident guys, right? I mean, you don’t have a chance, Newt. You’re too much of a chicken.”

Newt looked like he was going to kill him for saying that. “Chicken, huh?” He said mockingly, “Well, this chicken is about to go ask out Y/N.” Minho and Thomas smiled at each other and lead the confident boy to where Y/N was.

She had just finished helping out the MedJacks and looked up to see Newt being led by Minho and Thomas. He saw her and smiled. Y/N smiled back. Newt came up to her, very sure of himself. “Y/N, I want to talk to you.”

“Sure, Newt,” she replied, “What’s up?”

The moment that Y/N looked at him, Newt could feel his confidence diminish. The nerves returned, but his mind was still trying to ask her out. “Uh,” he stumbled, “There’s something that I need to ask you?” The end of the sentence rose like a question.

Y/N looked at the stuttering boy and almost smiled. She had some idea what Newt was trying to do. “Fire away, Newtie.”

“Newtie. Yeah, well, the reason I let you call me that,” he paused, “Although Minho has started calling me that and I don’t let him call me that for the same reason. That would be odd and we’re just friends, in case you-.” Newt cringed at just how off topic he was getting and took a quick breath. “Never mind. I just need to tell you something.”

“I thought you were going to ask me something,” she teased.

“Uh, I am,” he agreed, “Then, tell you something. I don’t blame you if you say no. I mean, I wouldn’t care.” Newt looked confused about his own word choice. “I mean, I would care, but I…wouldn’t care?” Thomas and Minho were covering their eyes because of the train wreck, but opened them when they heard Y/N laughing a bit.

“Newt, I’d love to,” she interrupted his rambling.

He looked at you with confusion. “Love to what?” Y/N looked at him expectedly. “Oh. Oh! Yes, great, brilliant!” Newt whispered, “We’re talking about the same thing, right?”

“You were just asking me out, weren’t you?” Y/N was certain that he was.

“Yes!” Newt cleared his throat. “I mean, right, yes.” She smiled at him and kissed him again.

When Y/N pulled away, Newt looked completely shocked. “I’ll see you at Dinner, ok?” She said, “And don’t think that just because I like you that I’m going to go easy on you.”

When she left, Minho and Thomas congratulated him and slapped his back. “That had to be the most awkward thing I have ever seen,” Minho decided, “Why would Y/N like you after that train wreck?”

“That’s not the point,” Thomas insisted, “You’re dating Y/N!” The boys nudged him a tiny bit painfully. “What’s it like?”

He laughed. “I literally just started, you shanks.”

“And hopefully you don’t screw it up, Newtie.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Yeah,” he mocked, “When were you going to tell me that we were just friends? Because this is new to me.”

“I hate you both.”

“You don’t mean it,” Thomas stated, “Without us, you wouldn’t be dating Y/N!”

The Maze Runner: Gally - Let Me Love You

Thank you anonymous for sending in this request, I appreciate it heaps! Apologies for it being so late, I was sort of on a break to study for exams and do the exams, so thank you for your patience. It was fun writing one for Gally again, I love writing about him –he’s very interesting to write for. 

Thanks again, hope you enjoy!


“Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you for a quick sec?” Alby beckons you over with a small wave of his hand. You know that whenever Alby does this it means no good will come of it. To be completely honest with yourself, he does intimidate you. And you worry he knows that.

“Sure.”

“I heard you and Gally last night.” He says seriously, a frown turning his usual smile upside down. “You two were awfully loud.”

You are only just able to supress the blush, “We were arguing.”

Alby eyes you off for a moment, “I… know that…? What were you implying?”

“N-nothing!”

He stares at you for one more moment before shaking his head, “Anyway, like I said, you two were loud. So loud that I had to block my ears with my own shuck-pillow. I know you don’t get along with Gally, not many people do, but you need to grow up. Get over whatever he does or says to piss you off because I need my beauty sleep and so does every other shank in this place, got me?”

You look to your feet shyly and mumble, “I can’t help that he angers me so much… Every time he opens his damn mouth I want to smack him right in the middle of his face!”

“But you wouldn’t do that, now, would you? Don’t want to break any of the rules we have here.”

“Of course Alby… I was just… never mind.” Alby turns to go but you quickly catch him before it’s too late, “I try to get along with Gally, I really do, but he doesn’t make it easy for me either.”

“I already had this chat with him this morning so I expect better behaviour from the both of you.” He heads towards the Homestead as soon as he finishes the conversation, leaving you feeling a little down about your situation. Ever since… If Gally wasn’t such an ass to you on your first day in the Glade then maybe things would be different.


“Hey, you know what I want to see?” A boy near Gally and the rest of his awful Builder gang says with a wicked smile and challenging eyes. He looks over at you for a split second and then back to Gally, you try to ignore them and continue eating your lunch on a picnic table beside their fighting ring, but you are suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts of regret on sitting here and you fight the urge to think negatively about yourself. “I want to see Y/N fight Gally.”

You immediately drop your fork onto your plate and stare up at the unknown boy, maybe his name was Trent, but you don’t really care. You’re not astonished, not even the slightest bit surprised, you’re just irritated. Irritated already and you haven’t even said a word to Gally since earlier in the afternoon. “You’re kidding me right?”

“What, you’re scared to fight this beast?”

“Well, he definitely is a beast, monstrous at that. You’ve always been this ugly?” You smile quite rudely over at Gally who rolls his eyes in reply. No witty comeback like usual?

“You’re always fighting each other verbally, how about you settle it once and for all?” The kid presses, his blue eyes excitedly lighting up at the idea.

Gally puts a hand on the kid’s shoulder, “Look Trent, it wouldn’t be fair…”

You jump up from your seat, your arms crossed over your chest. You stare at Gally, and he stares back. A slight confusion reflecting in his eyes, but his stare soon becomes a glare. “You think I can’t fight you?”

Gally mimics your manner, your tone, “You think you can?”

You rush into the roughly drawn circle, and as soon as you do the Builders rush out of it –surrounding you in a ring of war. Other Gladers from lunch start to wander over to, obviously entertained by the commotion.

Gally’s arms drop from his chest as he sighs heavily, he spreads his legs slightly and drops his weight –lifting his hands in front of his chest. “Alright girlie, hit me with your best shot.”

You shake out your hands, and the battle begins. Both of you trace the outer circle, walking slowly –waiting to slip in a shot. Gally’s eyes don’t leave yours, their cold and hard colour piercing your very soul. His arms tighten, his veins pop with the colour of purple. You can see his swollen muscles stretch through his shirt, you suddenly feel very small compared to him.  

A burst of courage however, from the pits of your stomach, causes you to leap at him. You manage to take him down into the dirt with heavy pressed hands on his shoulders. But within less than a second he manages to pin you down onto the ground. You feel his weight over you and push with much effort but he doesn’t budge. This was a bad idea.

“Give up yet, shank?”

You squirm underneath his hold, and suddenly kick your foot out at his leg. His knee buckles and he collapses onto you completely so you take this opportunity to roll out from underneath. As you stand up again, you quickly brush the dirt from your clothes. Gally jumps up in no time and you’re ready to pounce at him again but this time he leaps at you. He twists your arms behind your back and pushes you step-by-step over the edge of the circle. Gally’s body pressed against yours flushes heat through your cheeks, but thankfully most of your hair is able to cover your embarrassment.

As you are just about to be pushed over the edge of the circle however, you stomp on his foot and jump the other way. He turns around and you can see anger in those lonesome eyes, “You’re a squirmy one, aren’t ya?”

You prepare yourself for another tackle but a loud voice reaches out over the wrestling match. The crowd stops hooting and cat-calling as the voice speaks, “Gally. Y/N. Come with me. Now.”

You glance at Gally who suddenly becomes slightly worried and also pissed off. You already know who the voice belongs to, so you don’t blame him. Especially when Alby literally just told you this morning that he wanted better behaviour from both of you. You worry that you’ve crossed a line and all sorts of thoughts rush through your head. Would he Banish you?

“Alright you damn slintheads, what did I just tell you?” Alby stares threateningly at the both of you, and when none of you reply he repeats himself, “I said, what did I just buggin’ tell you, slintheads?”

Gally’s voice comes out quietly, “To get along with each other…”

“And what have you gone and done?” Silence lingers in the air for a few seconds before he continues on, “Try to kill each other, that’s what.”

“I wasn’t going to hurt her.”

“I’m not talking about you Gally.” His eyes skim over yours accusingly. “I just can’t believe you two, honestly. Why do you have to make things so difficult? You’re not five anymore, it’s time to grow up. If you don’t start getting along I will take serious action, and I’m not just saying this –I promise I will punish you.”

Both of you nod solemnly before Alby takes a deep breath and leaves the both of you –attending to the over-hyped ground that watched your fight go down.

You can’t just let Gally go however, it’s his fault and his friends that got you into trouble! They were the ones to provoke the stupid fight! “If you’re stupid bone-head friends didn’t piss me off like that then maybe I wouldn’t have fought you, and Alby wouldn’t be mad at us.”

“Oh come off it, Y/N. It’s your fault just as much as it is mine.”

You step closer to him, the colour of angry red colouring your cheeks, “You know what Gally?  I’m sick of you! At least I actually try to make this work between us!”

Gally rolls his eyes, “Oh yeah, so coming over to fight me was you trying to make it work? I definitely see it now!”

Your eyes light up with heated anger, “Coming from you beast-boy, you stupid, whiny, son of a-

Suddenly one of his hands reaches around the back of your head, his other on your neck. Before you know it, his lips tangle with yours. The faint taste of liquor and salt erupts in your mouth and you feel yourself reaching for more; wanting more. Your hands wrap around his torso as you pull yourself in closer, both of your bodies pressed against one another. An explosion of heat startles your stomach –is this really happening right now?

But the kiss abruptly stops, and as it does he immediately pushes himself away from you. There is no words between the both of you, nothing to explain his actions or yours. Nothing to bring you to understand how you felt that and why you felt that. He just looks away, vaguely embarrassed before leaving you to drown in your own thoughts.


You thought the fight today was the final straw, but that was nothing compared to what Gally’s Builder friends decided to do to you. It started at lunch the next day, they pushed you around and threw insults at you whenever they could.

But right now, you want more than anything in the world to curl up into a ball and disappear for good. About ten minutes ago you had entered the shower block to take a shower, and usually Newt is around to make sure you’re okay and keep a watch out for lurking Gladers, but something must have happened because now you’re stuck in the shower block with nothing but this skimpy, tiny white towel to cover your wet, naked body.

The damn Builders took your clothes.

You stand in the shower for a moment or two, feeling the annoyance and the anger rush through you. How could this have happened? But would you just let them take your clothes like that? Let them win? Hell no.

You leave the shower block, no sign of Newt of course. They must have distracted him. You scan the Glade for the same stupid, smirked faces that have been tormenting you ever since you got Gally into trouble. And soon you spot them, nearby a patch of trees. They’re holding your clothes, laughing and talking. You spot Gally in the group as well and a sudden rage takes control over your mind.

You rush up to them, their stunned faces giving you the strength to shout at them. “You pile of slintheads, you think you can humiliate me?” You stare them down, “I don’t care that you’ve taken my clothes, but I would appreciate it if you give them back.” You struggle to hold the towel around your body, and when you see Gally staring at you, you feel your cheeks flush.

“Oh, so you don’t care? Guess you won’t be needing these.” Trent, the shank from yesterday laughs in your face while holding your underwear in one hand.

“Mind if we take a peek?”

“Give us a show, come on!”

Gally immediately stands up, “Alright, alright, lads, I think we’ve teased her enough.”

“Aw but-

“I said that it’s enough, got me shank?” He almost growls, and you see the fear flash over Trent and his friend’s eyes.

“Yeah, we got you Gally.”

You shake away Gally’s protection and push your way through the boys to stand directly in front of him, “So? This all your idea?”

He swallows a lump in his throat, “No, not really.”

“Oh whatever, just get me my clothes back.”

“What is that, some kind of order?”

“Oh for goodness sake Gally, I’m standing here in my damn towel!”

Gally proceeds to look over you but stops abruptly as he realises what he’s doing, to hide his embarrassment he snatches your clothes off the other boys and pulls you away from the crowd. “Go get dressed then, and next time, don’t prance around in your towel. Don’t you have any other clothes?”

You frown, “Maybe, but I didn’t want your friends to think they could just push me around like that.” You sigh, “I can put up with you Gally but since when did this constant fighting involve your stupid friends?”

“Would you stop calling them stupid?”

You throw your hands up in frustration, “Ugh! You’re so… so…” You drop your arms by your side and look at the boy who has confused you since the very beginning. Feelings and memories start flooding in from last night when he kissed you like that, what the hell was that all about anyway?

“You finished?” He asks, his eyes tired.

“No, actually, I’m not. When are you going to explain to me about what happened last night?”

Gally shakes his head, “Oh forget it.”

He turns to go but you immediately grab a hold of his arm, “Wait, Gally, you can’t just kiss me and expect all of that to go away without any kind of explanation!” As you speak, he turns around.

“Look, it’s honestly nothing, just go and… go, alright?”

“Tell me what the hell it was all about!”

“I –oh for shuck’s sake, isn’t it obvious?” The way he looks at you makes your heart flutter before rising in pace.

“But I thought you hated me.”

He immediately shakes his head and rushes over to you, his hands cupping your face to direct your line of sight. “No, no, no, Y/N. I… I don’t hate you. I never could hate you.” He lets go of your face, “You confuse me! Ever since you came up in that shuck-Box, I don’t know whether I’m angry at you or totally in love!”

“I…” You’re unsure how to reply.

Gally looks to his feet, “You can’t say that you don’t feel anything either… because damn; that kiss.” He looks up at you and smiles cheekily and you just shake your head while trying to hold in your laughter. Gally smiles softly, you’ve never really seen him smile much before and you’re happy that it is you who can make him smile like that. “You do feel something for me… right?”

You pull Gally in close to you and lean in for another kiss, your lips brush against his gently; softly at first. You feel his hands glide over your skin to the small of your back in effort to deepen the kiss. Your hands slip and shake as you try to keep your towel on with effort as both your bodies move with one another. But your hands keep fidgeting with the towel and it disrupts any kind of flow you two could have so he pulls away again, like last night, but this time he doesn’t walk away, instead he keeps you close but whispers croakily, “How about you go put these clothes on first…”

You stare at the bundle of material in his hand, “Yeah… might be a good idea.”


A/N: Hope you all enjoyed, the next lot of one-shots will be up sometime soon, thank you for all of your patience –as you may know already it’s been a pretty hectic month for me but I just finished school for the rest of this year so I’m pretty happy! 

Keep requesting!    

Minho: *cant find Newt in a crowd* this calls for desperate measures

Minho: *uses hands as megaphone* MINHO IS SO SHUCKING HOT

Thomas: i know right??

Ben: don’t even get me started!

Alby: i mean have you seen his arms?

Gally: he’s delicious

Newt: HE’S A BLOODY BRAT, THAT’S WHAT HE IS

Minho: found him