Notes: Multiple Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Foursome, Oral (all receiving), Exibitionism, Drug Use. I hope y'all like this, so here’s your surprise fic guys, and thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for her unwavering support here and all the help she gave me.
Breaking news: famed curse-breaker Dean Thomas has joined private firm Madcap Curse Breakers. Once chiefly known for having fought alongside Harry Potter in the Battle of Hogwarts, the past decade has seen Thomas build a name for himself in the dangerous and profitable field of curse-breaking.
Having graduated from the Cairo Institute of Magical Art and Architecture with a First Class Hons. degree in Ancient Art, Thomas went on to work as curse-breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bankfor six years. He then spent two years dragon-wrangling in the ancient tombs of Egypt and China, in what was initially intended as a brief sabbatical.
Upon his return to the UK in 2007, he published his findings in the prestigious Journal of Ancient Curse-Breaking, which led to a high-profile interview in Magi-Archaeology Quarterly. This then resulted in a job offer from iconic magi-archaeology scholar Hercules Hurta; Thomas joined his team to work on translation of Etruscan runes and magical pictographs. He stayed there for three years.
It is rumoured that Blaise Zabini offered him a job at Greengrass and Zabini, but Thomas turned it down for the wider clientele and job scope at Madcap.
The Madcap headquarters are located two blocks away from Seamus Finnigan’s famous tavern in Camden. According to a local source, Thomas has permanently relocated to the lodgings above the expanded premises, and often instigates raucous shut-ins on Thursday nights. These events have become so popular that tickets are now sold in advance.
I’ve kind of had a craving for angry, jealous Dean lately…
Gator @salvachester - this one’s for you <3
You climb out of the back seat, tugging your skirt down
self-consciously. Dean is staring at your legs, his jaw clenched, and
even Sam swallows hard, then turns away.
“Does it look that bad?” you ask, worried for a moment that maybe
you’re not dressed appropriately to be an FBI agent.
Sam clears his throat, and Dean growls out, “You look fine.”
You straighten your jacket, lift your chin, and get into the head
space you need, a little condescending, a little no-nonsense, like
you’re used to getting what you ask for. Dean gives you one more
glance and, looking like he’d like to eat someone, leads the way into
the police station.
You and Sam trail Dean to the front desk, standing a step behind and
flashing your badges dutifully when the officer on duty asks if he
can help you. “What can we do for the FBI?” he asks, just a touch
of snark behind his words, and you can almost feel Dean’s thunderous
frown. He’s been on edge for days, and this day seems to be a bad
one. His temper has been unpredictable, his level of patience almost
zero, and you cringe a little internally at what his reaction might
“Is your superior officer around? Maybe the big boys should talk,”
he snaps, and the officer behind the desk stands up, all six feet and
at least four inches of him, maybe even a little taller than Sam.
“Listen, Agent Hetfield. We don’t take kindly to feds coming in and
throwing their weight around. If we can help, fine. But don’t go
making demands like we owe you. We work for a living around here,
You can almost feel Dean’s chest swelling, his temper ready to
blow, and you step forward, one hand on his arm as you push your way
in front of him. “Sorry, Officer – Thomas, is it? Please forgive
my partner, this case has him a little wired.” You turn to look up
at Dean, your lips tight as you speak to him in a pleasant voice,
aware that he will hear the anger beneath. “Agent Hetfield, Agent
Hammett, why don’t you go get that coffee we were talking about? I’ll
get what we need here and meet you outside.” You narrow your eyes
at him, the threat behind them clear.
“Yeah. Why don’t we just do that,” he grinds out, giving a curt
nod to the officer and turning on his heel to stalk to the door,
flinging it open without a pause. Sam smiles politely, then turns to
I wrote this in an hour, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors.
The smell of alcohol was heavy on Thomas’s breath as he stumbled through the doorway of his and Alexander’s home drunkenly, his vision hazy. He slammed the door shut behind him, uncaring of the rather loud bang it made, the noise resonating through the house. He walked in as straight a line he could, which was rather crooked, due to his current state, and into Alexander’s office.
Alexander sat at his desk, hunched over his laptop and typing furiously, eyes shining with reflected light from the screen. The document that he was currently working on was nearly twenty pages long by now, each dark word on the digital paper having been written in rapid succession. This, of course, meant that Alexander had not left his at-home office in two days, as he was notorious for doing.
“Hey, Lex…” Thomas slurred, moving over to Alexander and resting his arms on top of the other man’s head, leaning over him. “Wanna come to bed? I’ll make it worth your while…”
“Hi, Thomas.” Alexander replied, not particularly caring about his boyfriend’s drunken state. “I have to work on this, I can’t come to bed. Maybe later? I have to have this done by next week, and I really don’t want to procrastinate on it.”
“You never procrastinate, Lex, you’re you,” Thomas said, leaning down to whisper in the other man’s ear. “If you come to bed, I can make you feel good, Lex. Really good… Come to bed, Lex…”
“No,” Alexander responded, not willing to put up with Thomas’s antics at this hour. “I have to work, and you know that. Go to bed without me. I need to do this.”
“Work, work, work, all you care about is work. Work can wait. You’re already so far along, why can’t you just come to bed, Le-”
“Thomas, no! I’m not going to come to bed, I’m not going to have sex with you, and I am not going to stop working! You need to understand that I have important things to take care of!” Alexander interjected, frustrated, and pulled his gaze away from the computer.
“So, I’m not important? Is that what you’re saying? You care more about your fucking work than you do about me? Huh?”
“Thomas…That’s- that’s not what I meant…” Alexander stuttered, attempting to clear up any misunderstandings caused by his poorly-chosen words.
“Then why’d you say it like it was?”
“Thomas, I just have more pressing issues than going to bed with you right now, it’s not personal, it’s just-”
“It’s just that you care so fucking much about your work. So much that you just forget about your boyfriend. That’s fine. Fucking great, even. I’ll just find someone else to share my bed with, then. I don’t need you.” He declared, turning around and leaving the room quickly, footsteps heavy against the wooden floor.
“Thomas, wait!” Alexander said hurriedly, realizing his mistake. “I didn’t mean-” He tried to explain, but was cut off by the front door slamming shut loudly. Alexander raced over to the door, and nearly collapsed as he watched Thomas step into a cab and be driven off, too late for Alexander to stop him.
He put his face in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair regretfully. He really fucked up this time, didn’t he? He could feel wet tears begin to trail down his face as the weight of the situation fully dawned on him. He had essentially told Thomas that he didn’t care about him, that some stupid report was more important than the man he loved… Yes, he really had fucked up.
Alexander drove up into the driveway nervously, looking up at the home he and Thomas shared amidst the pandemonium of the city. He parked the car, taking in a deep breath as he did so. He could do this. He could walk inside their home and beg for forgiveness. Thomas hadn’t come back home the previous night, and he’d been in meetings all day in a separate building, so Alexander was unable to try and speak with him. Then, to top it all off, Alexander had been forced to stay an extra three hours longer because of some new case that was barely worth the effort.
Stepping out of the car, he ascended the few stairs to their front door and closed his eyes, breathing slowly and opened the again, bringing his key up to unlock the door. When he reached for the doorknob, however, the door creaked open on its own, already unlocked and ajar. Alexander cautiously stepped over the threshold, shoving his keys back into his pocket.
He gently closed the door behind him, careful not to slam it, unlike Thomas had been the night before. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he remembered the harsh slam of the wooden door last night as Thomas stormed out when Alexander had told him…had told him that…that he…That wasn’t important at the moment. What was important was finding Thomas and apologizing. It didn’t matter if Alexander had to beg on his hands and knees.
Soft laughter sounded from their bedroom and Alexander lifted his head at the noise. Thomas must be in there, he thought, and headed towards the room. Pushing open the door, he felt his heart skip a beat as he took in the sight before him.
Thomas laid in bed next to his closest friend, James Madison, who was evidently more than Thomas’s close friend- at least, now he was. They were both fully undressed, laying in eachother’s arms beneath a thin blanket. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and Alexander nearly screamed as his mind processed the what he was seeing.
“Oh, Alexander!” Thomas noted boredly, as if it was a simple fact and not his boyfriend catching him cheating. “You’re home. I warned you, didn’t I?”
Alexander felt a tear trail down his face, still in shock. “Thomas, y-you-”
“I what?” Thomas asked condescendingly, cutting Alexander off. “I had amazing, mind-blowing sex with James? I had sex with someone else in our bed? I don’t really give a fuck if you’re crying or not? I’m just following up on my promise from last night? Because the answer to all of those is a definite yes, Alexander. I told you that I’d find someone else to share my bed with, so I did.”
“Thomas, what’s going on?” James asked, slowly emerging from the depths of sleep. “Why are you shouting?”
“Nothing, Jemmy, it’s nothi-”
“It’s not nothing!” Alexander interjected, eyes wet with tears. “You’re cheating on me, and you’re acting like it’s nothing! I trusted you, and I wanted to make things right, but apparently you don’t want to…”
“Why is Alexander here?” James asked, gaze switching between Thomas and Alexander as he sat up, pulling away from the other man. “You told me that you two had broken up, Thomas!”
“Then I guess he lied to you! We didn’t break up, and I get to come home to see my boyfriend cheating on me!” Alexander half-sobbed, half-shouted, not making any effort to hide his emotions.
“Thomas, you fucking bastard!” James yelled, leaving the bed as quickly as possible and pulling his boxers on. “You knew I wanted you, you fucking knew, and then you go and tell me that you and Alex broke up so that you can what? Cheat on your boyfriend with me? Get revenge for something miniscule? You fucking disgust me, Thomas. I’m leaving.” He said, pulling on his pants and grabbing his shirt, heading for the door and stopping as he looked at Alexander in front of him, sobbing heavily. “Alexander…I’m so sorry…” He muttered before leaving the room, and soon enough, the house.
Alexander stared at Thomas through blurry eyes, his cheeks stained with tears. The taller man lay in the bed, naked save for a sheet covering his waist and everything below it.“Thomas…” Alexander spoke softly, wrapping his arms around himself. “How could you do this to me?”
Thomas let his gaze fall on Alexander, focusing on him. “We had a fight. And it looks like I won, Alex.” He stated plainly, sitting up and resting his back against the headboard.
“Is this actually about that stupid fight, Thomas? I-I was going to make it up to you, was going to apologize and beg for you to talk to me again, even if it was just to tell me to go away. I couldn’t sleep last night, I was so upset at what you would say to me. Couldn’t imagine a life where you really despised me for what I did. Well, I could, but I didn’t want it, Thomas. Not ever.”
“Alexander, you said-”
“I hadn’t slept in three days! And you had been gone all day, I missed you, and I wasn’t thinking straight, and I was lashing out at you, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I…I had no idea, Alex, I-”
“But I guess you aren’t, huh? You didn’t stay awake all of last night terrified that the your boyfriend would never love you again. I did that. You were off fucking James Madison. Why? Because you were mad?”
“Yes, Alex, but-”
“But nothing! You didn’t have a good reason for it then, and you sure as hell don’t have a good reason for it now! I’m leaving, Thomas. I’ll be back for my stuff later. Goodbye.”
“No, Alex, wait!” Thomas shouted, nearly jumping off the bed and grabbing onto Alexander’s wrist tightly. “Please, don’t leave me…I fucked up, I know I did, but please, Alex, I need you…” He begged, staring up at Alexander with wide, fearful eyes.
Alexander yanked his hand away from Thomas’s own, and stepped back, staring at Thomas with a look that could not be mistaken for anything other than pure spite as he spat, “You didn’t need me earlier. It looked more like you needed James.”
And with a pivot and a slamming of the door, Alexander was gone.
And Thomas was alone.
He would remain that way for quite some time, his only company being the sobs that echoed through the room.
“Finally!” Thomas sighed when he saw John trotting towards him. “It’s freezing!”
“Well maybe,” John smiled sarcastically, “You shouldn’t wear a tshirt on an october night.”
“Alex stole all my hoodies, though,” Thomas explained. Alex nodded in understanding.
“This is my last one, but still.”
“Whatever, let’s just get in.” The two approached the house. “Why are the windows so far up if this is the first floor?” John shrugged.
“Could be worse, second floor,” John replied.
“It was a rhetorical question, but alright.” Thomas put his hands on the brick. “Boost me, will ya?” John rolled his eyes and crouched down so Thomas could get on his shoulders, they would swap this job often. John stood up slowly after Thomas got on. “You good?”
“Yeah, hurry up, please,” John pleaded, his voice strained. John heard the window slide open and Thomas used his upper body strength to, not so gracefully, shove himself inside. After a few whispered curses from banging his shin, Thomas’ head peeped out.
“Hey, take off your sweatshirt,” Thomas ordered.
“Thomas, this is not the time-”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it!” He whispered harshly, “Just trust me… Okay?” John smiled and sighed, shrugging the thing off. “‘Kay, toss a sleeve up.” Thomas caught it. “A’ight, I think you get it?”
Thomas used the sweatshirt to pull John up as he used his feet to push against the wall. Good thing it was durable. When John got to the window frame, Thomas was to focused to notice and pulled once more. John fell forward with a quiet yelp, crashing on top of Thomas, who whisper screamed. Thomas’ head was knocked back, and he instantly froze at what he saw. “Yo, are you oka-” John looked up to meet Mr. Washington’s eyes.
Mr. Washington was staring deadpan at them with a glass of water in his Pj’s.
“Um, good- uh- good evening, Sir,” John said quietly.
“How’s your night been?” Thomas adds. Mr. Washington pinches the bridge of his nose, turns around, and walks away without a word.
so I recently watched the maze runner again and this idea came to me, plus look at how cute Dylan and Thomas are!
Warning: long af… 3,976 words to be exact. you’re welcome.
“breakfast time.” Frypan called to us.
I ran to the dining hut with Minho right on my tail. I was the only girl in the glade and one of the fastest people here. Alby immediately promoted me to a runner when he saw me running. I was even faster than Minho, that’s why he always liked to race me.
“ha better luck next time Min.” I chuckled punching his shoulder as we entered the hut.
“seriously how do you beat me every time?” Minho asked out of breath.
I chuckled again before taking my usual spot next to Newt.
“you know y/n you really should let him win every once in awhile, I’m tired of him complaining.” Newt said laughing and handing me a plate of food.
Minho and I were great friends but it was nothing compared to the relationship I had with Newt. He was the one that picked me up out of the box and made me feel welcome. He made it his personal duty to make sure that I wasn’t harassed or bothered by the other gladers. When Alby asked me about becoming a runner Newt made sure I knew what I was getting in to and assured me if I didn’t want to I didn’t have to. If there was anyone in the glade I trusted with my life it was definitely Newt.
“oh come on Newt you know I can’t do that.” I said grabbing a fork and digging in.
Not many people were up at this time. Just the runners, Newt, Alby, and surprisingly always Thomas. He came over taking the other seat beside me.
“hey Tommy why are you up so early?” I asked turning my attention to him.
“couldn’t sleep.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
I put my hand on his giving it a comforting squeeze. I felt bad for Thomas, he just shows up in this weird place and then Ben tries to kill him. Unfortunately we had to send Ben out in the maze last night, and Thomas blamed himself. I noticed Newt tense from beside me. I felt bad so I turned my attention back to Newt giving him a smile.
“you better finish eating love Minho might leave without you.” Newt said looking at Minho scarfing down his food.
I know what you’re thinking, “oh my god Newt just called you love” but that is just who Newt is as a person.
“please like Minho would last a minute without me in that maze.” I said taking a couple more bites.
Newt was about to respond when Alby came in to collect me and Minho.
“lets go.” Alby commanded.
“be careful.” Newt said handing me my runner bag.
I looked over at Thomas quickly, he had a very confused look on his face. I knew he wanted to become a runner, but Alby wouldn’t even give him a chance.
“always am Newt. see you later Tommy.” I said giving them a smile.
I followed Alby and Minho out to the maze. Little did I realize this would be the day that everything changed. I was never terrified of going in the maze. I knew my way around and the grievers didn’t come out in the day time that was until recently. We kept turning corners for what felt like hours. Minho, Alby, and I were looking for any sign that Ben had lasted a night in the maze, which no one ever has, and then out of nowhere a griever starts chasing us.
“RUN!” Alby shouted at me and Minho.
We all took off running, but Alby wasn’t quick enough. The griever caught him by the leg, stinging him.
“Minho wait!” I called.
I took my hatchet out of my bag throwing it at the griever. It scurried off giving me time to run over to Alby. He was groaning in pain. Minho quickly joined me at Alby’s side.
“you guys have to go, it’s getting dark.” Alby said clutching his chest.
“we’re not leaving you here.” I said grabbing Alby’s arm.
Minho backed up a couple steps.
“Minho what are you doing? Help me!” I screamed.
Minho grabbed my arm pulling me so Alby could not hear us.
“y/n we have to be cautious, he could turn at any moment.” Minho said stealing a glace at Alby.
“what so you just want to leave him!?”
“I didn’t say that y/n I said we need to be cautious.” Minho said annoyed.
I really wished Newt were here in a moment like this. I guess you could say I felt a sense of safety and security with Newt. I didn’t know what it meant, considering I can’t remember if i’d ever liked a boy before. I didn’t really even know what it meant to have feelings for another person now. All I knew was Newt made me feel safe and happy.
“than what are you trying to say?” I snapped equally as annoyed now.
Minho walked over to Alby, punching him in the face. I ran over trying to get him to stop, causing Minho’s hand to swing back and hit me in the nose. I could feel the blood trickle out of my nose. Minho punched him again knocking him out.
“what was that for you shuck head!” I screamed pounding my fist against Minho’s chest.
“trust me I just saved us, now help me or were next.” Minho said picking up Alby’s arm.
I grabbed the other and we started to make our way back to the glade. We had run farther than we originally planned thanks to the griever chasing us.
“come on go faster y/n, were never going to make it.” Minho growled.
It was difficult though to run while supporting another person.
“i’m trying.” I said a tear slipping out of my eye.
Like I said before, I was never terrified of going in the maze, that was until right now. I could feel my breathing become rapid. We were still a good mile away from the glade and the maze doors would close any minute now.
“no come on!” Minho growled starting to pull Alby farther ahead.
I was losing my grip on him and soon dropped him completely. I grabbed a hold of him again putting every single last bit of energy I had into overdrive. The dreadful sound of the maze doors closing was heard by Minho and myself.
“were close to the entrance!” I yelled but now it was Minho who fumbled with Alby.
Minho dropped him, dropping to his knees to catch his breath. I was pulling Alby by his arms when the other gladers came in to our view.
“come on!” Chuck yelled from the opening, but the doors were closing too quickly.
I lost my grip on Alby again, dropping him and falling on my butt. I looked back at the gladers my eyes instantly connecting with Newts.
“Newt.” I called a tear rolling down my face.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes, but he didn’t move.
“Newt.” I said again, this time hurt evident in my voice.
But he didn’t move. The doors were almost completely shut, when Thomas pushed through running in the maze. He barely made it through when the doors slammed shut. Newt didn’t save me, maybe I needed to rethink who I trusted my life with.
“good job, you just killed yourself.” Minho breathed distracting me from my thoughts.
Thomas walked over to me offering me a hand up.
“nobody is dying tonight.” I said looking Thomas in the eyes.
He was trying to be brave but I could tell he was scared just like Minho and I were.
“news flash shuck no one has ever survived a night in the maze.” Minho said dropping his bag.
“we have to try.” Thomas said walking over to Alby.
I followed him grabbing on to Alby’s arm.
“if you shucks want to survive we have to go now, the maze is already changing.” Minho said looking at Alby.
“we’re not leaving him here." Thomas said firmly looking at Minho.
"we can tie him up there.” I said pointing up at the vines.
Thomas shook his head and we started tying a vine around Alby’s waist. Thomas, Minho and I pulled hoisting him up the wall. The faint sounds of clicking and metal scraping could be heard. A griever was approaching.
“come on guys we have to go.” Minho said looking down the stretch.
“not yet, we almost got him.” I said pulling back harder.
It would’ve been easier if Alby weren't such a big guy. The clicking and scraping got even closer.
“guys I can't I’m sorry.” Minho said dropping the vine and sprinting off.
Alby started to fall but Thomas and I held on to the vine. Our hands burned as we finally tied it off.
“Thomas.” I breathed looking at the shadow of the griever.
Thomas pulls me down and we hide in the vines. My backside is pressed up against him, making it very awkward. However, that was the least of our worries. I could feel my breathing get heavier as I saw the metal legs of the creature. Thomas wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. I could feel him breathing down my neck causing me to shiver.
“I think it’s gone, stay here and i’ll check.” Thomas whispered in my ear.
“no, i’ll go. I know the maze better than you do.” I said sliding out slowly from under the vines.
I didn’t give him time to protest. He had already risked his life for me coming in the maze so now I needed to help him. I checked down both sides of the maze walls and thankfully the griever was gone.
“alright Tommy you can come out.” I said in my normal voice now.
Thomas crawled out trying to catch his breath. I was too focused on the pile of goo on the ground. I looked up seeing the griever right above Thomas. I tackled him to the ground, just as the griever jumped down.
“come on.” Thomas said getting up.
He grabbed my hand and we sprinted as fast as our legs would carry us. The griever was right on our trail the entire time.
“Thomas stop.” I screamed realizing where we ended up.
It was a little cliff that had a serious drop down. I turned around looking at the griever approaching. I grabbed Thomas arm, tears running down my face.
“we have to jump.” Thomas said pointing to a wall of vines at the other side of the cliff.
I was terrified.
“I can’t Thomas.” I said a tear rolling down my cheek.
“it’ll be okay we’ll do it together.” Thomas said tightening his grip on my hand.
I shook my head. We backed up a little before sprinting to the edge and jumping. Thomas had to let go of my hand to grab a vine. I tried to but my grip was slipping. I lost it completely sending me hurtling down to the ground. Before I could fall any further Thomas caught my arm. This boy had saved my life for the third time today.
“Thomas!” I called as the griever leapt from the cliff too.
Thomas let go of the vine and we fell to the ground. He flipped us around in the air so he landed on his back and I fell on top of him. The grievers legs were tangled in the vine. Thomas and I took this as our chance to run. We sprinted around the corner before running directly into Minho.
“Minho!” I said throwing my arms around him.
We didn’t have much time for a reunion as the griever got itself untangled and had come for us. We all took off running to another part of the maze.
“we’re never gonna outrun them!" Minho shouted.
He was right. Thomas and I had been getting lucky so far tonight.
"I have an idea. This way!" Thomas screamed.
We followed him to a section of the maze that was closing off. Minho and I ran through but Thomas hesitated.
"Thomas come on!” I screamed worried for him.
I was about to run after him when I noticed what he was doing. The griever was barreling after him. At the last second Thomas hurtled himself out crushing the griever in between the walls. I ran over throwing my arms around the boy who had just saved my life for the fourth time today.
“look!” Minho said pointing at the sky.
The sun was starting to rise meaning morning was approaching. I can’t believe it. We had survived a night in the maze.
The doors would be opening any minute now. I sat here all night, just listening, listening for a scream, a cry, anything. I needed to know if she made it. I should’ve run in after her, but I let my fear stop me from saving the girl I loved. She didn’t know I loved her, nobody but Alby knew. It wasn’t like I was allowed to be with her, it was my rule after all, a rule that I was now regretting. Chuck came back and waited with me. I didn’t have any hope for them walking out, but Chuck did and I wasn’t about to take that away from him. Even if the managed to make it out alive, she would probably never talk to me again. She wanted my help and I couldn’t do it.
“what are you shucks doing? They ain't coming back. Nobody survives a night in the maze, you know that Newt. ” Gally said standing there with that stupid look on his face.
“you don’t know that!” Chuck said standing up.
I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Gally was right. I had to accept the fact that she wasn’t walking out of that maze. Neither was Alby, which meant I had to now run the glade by myself. The doors creaked open, and just as I suspected they weren’t there.
“Chuck they’re gone.” I said my voice cracking with sadness.
I started to walk away when I heard Chuck yelling. I whipped around to see Minho and Thomas dragging Alby, and behind them was my beautiful y/n. She made it. I was going to do everything in my power to make it up to her, even if that meant admitting my true feelings for her.
The sunlight was blinding as we took the last few steps out of the maze. Thomas, Minho and I collapsed while the gladers surrounded us. They were all asking questions but I didn’t really pay any attention. I was starting to feel extremely dizzy and nauseous. Winston came over picking up Alby and taking him to the hut.
“y/n?” A familiar british accent said.
It was Newt. He extended a hand looking down at me with sad eyes. I looked at him and then his hand before disregarding it and pushing myself off the ground. Newt sighed as I shoulder checked him walking past. I knew we would have to have a meeting about what happened last night. I walked in the med jack hut so I could get checked out. Thomas was in there talking to Chuck.
“hey y/n, Thomas was just telling me how brave you were out there! I don’t know if I could’ve done that.” Chuck beamed.
I glanced over at Thomas who was now red in the face.
“oh really?” I smirked sitting down beside the two boys.
“well you were.” Thomas said shrugging his shoulders.
“Chuck you should’ve seen how brave Tommy was. In fact, he saved my life four times!” I beamed smiling at Chucks excitement.
Chuck was about to respond when his name was called. He gave us a smile before running out of the hut. There was a comfortable silence that settled between me and Thomas.
“you know I never did thank you for saving my life four times.” I chuckled looking in his eyes.
“you don’t have to thank me.” Thomas said grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.
“but you didn’t have to run in after us. so why did you?” I asked turning my body towards him.
Thomas was quiet for a few seconds like he was pondering my question.
“I guess I heard you calling out for Newt, and I had to do something. I couldn’t let you die.” Thomas said his face getting red again.
I smiled slowly leaning in and kissing his cheek.
“well aren’t you just the sweetest.” I smirked as his face got redder.
He let out a nervous laugh as it turned silent again. Thomas and I were still holding hands as we waited for Winston and Clint. I could feel my face heat up as he rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.
“ah screw it.” Thomas said dropping my hand.
He put both hands on my face pulling my lips to meet his. I can’t remember if i’d ever kissed a boy before, but i’m pretty sure it didn’t compare to this. I kissed back trying to keep up with Thomas’s passion and hunger. We stopped when we heard someone clear their throat. We turned around to see Chuck shielding his eyes.
“uh Newt wants to see you guys.” Chuck said laughing.
I hopped off the bed and walked out followed by Thomas and Chuck. I was trying to control my heartbeat from kissing Thomas. It was passionate yet gentle at the same time. I didn’t know what it meant, but I think I liked it. Newt stood there with Minho and Gally. I rolled my eyes. Of course Gally would have something to say. Gally gave an annoyed look when he saw Chuck walk in with us.
“that’ll be all slop boy. This meeting is for people who matter around the glade.” Gally said glaring at Chuck.
Chuck sadly walked out.
“let’s get on with this.” I said rolling my eyes.
The last place I wanted to be was in a room with Gally and Newt. I’ve always hated Gally, Newt I recently hated. Okay I didn’t hate Newt but I just couldn’t believe that he didn’t fight for me. He always did before, like if a glader was bothering me, Newt would throw him in the pit for the night. I guess it was a lot asking him to run in to the maze for me, but then why did Thomas?
“How?” Newt asked referring to how Thomas killed the griever.
I stayed silent while Minho and Thomas told the story. Minho even suggested that Thomas become a runner, which I was all for. It wasn’t until Gally spoke that I got heated.
“we don’t know the percussions of his actions Newt. I think he should get punished for breaking the rules.” Gally said crossing his arms over his chest.
“punished? His actions? Gally his actions saved not only my life but Minho and Alby’s too! What the hell are you doing Gally? Oh wait I know NOTHING! You want to be in charge, well guess what you’re not, you’re just an asshole who thinks he is.” I growled standing up and getting in his face.
“don’t talk to me like that.” Gally growled back.
“you know what I am sick and tired of you!” I screamed.
I punched Gally in the face.
“that’s for being mean to Chuck.”
I punched him in the face again.
“that’s for Thomas.”
I took my knee and kneed him in the balls.
“and that’s for me!”
I huffed and walked out as Gally fell to the ground groaning in pain. I walked to the pit knowing i’d have to spend the night there for attacking another glader, but damn was it worth it! Newt walked over with the keys to the pit.
“you certainly did a numba on him.” Newt said going to unlock the lock.
I didn’t respond instead just glared at him. He started to unlock it but stopped.
“come on.” Newt said grabbing my arm.
“Newt what are you doing?” I growled trying to pry my arm out of his grasp.
Newt took me in his hut, closing the door and blocking it with his body.
“what the hell Newt, let me out!” I said trying to push past him.
He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I tried to struggle out of his grasp but he only wrapped his arms around me tighter. I gave in and wrapped my arms around him too. That was when I felt something wet hit my skin and I realized that Newt was crying.
“Newt what’s wrong?” I asked pulling away so I could look at him.
I had never seen Newt cry before.
“I’m so bloody stupid!” He said sitting down on his bed and putting his head in his hands.
“Newt what are you talking about?” I asked sitting down next to him.
It reminded me of what happened earlier in the med jack hut with Thomas.
“I should’ve went after you, you were relying on me and I was too much of a bloody chicken to help. Now you hate me and I probably lost you to Tommy.” He said bringing his head up to look at me.
“Newt, I don’t hate you and you’re not going to lose me Newt. I can’t really expect you to just risk your life to save mine. The gladers need you here. I was just being selfish.” I said looking down ashamed of how I was acting.
“that’s the thing that scares me most. I would give up my life to save yours y/n.” Newt admitted looking back down at his hands.
I sucked in a sharp breath. Why would Newt say that?
“Newt I don’t understand.” I said trying to read something from his facial expression.
Newt stood up and started pacing the room, like he wanted to tell me something but he was unsure if he should.
“Newt what is it?” I asked standing up now too.
“ah screw it.” Newt said.
In one quick stride Newt was in front of me and putting his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. He rested his hands on my hips kissing me with all he had in him.
“don’t you understand I bloody love you y/n!” Newt said pulling away and resting his forehead against mine.
I was shocked. Newt loved me. Did I love him? Did I like Thomas?
“uh y/n?” I heard a voice say from his doorway.
I turned around to Thomas standing there. I was wondering if he saw me kissing Newt but the hurt in his eyes was a dead giveaway that he had.
“I guess what happened in the med jack hut didn’t mean anything.” Thomas said disappointed.
I wanted to protest that it did but Newt’s voice cut me off.
“what happened in the med jack hut?” Newt asked squaring his shoulders to Thomas.
“you’re not the only one she’s kissed today.” Thomas said getting in Newts face.
I knew if I didn’t intervene this would get ugly fast.
“stop both of you. I don’t know what this means okay? and you both kissed me, I kissed back because I just I don’t know how I feel.” I said feeling a tear slip past my eye.
I pushed past Thomas running out of Newt’s hut. I ignored there calls after me and went to my hammock. I climbed in looking at the sky above. A million thoughts were swirling around in my head. Did I love Newt? Did I love Thomas? I couldn’t decide. I was simply just caught in the middle.