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“GALLY!!!!!!! Notice in the movie, he never once says something you can truly disagree with.”

- James Dashner on #mazerunnerfriday

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Are you saying… you want to stay at Doldam Hospital?

- Yes, I am.

Jealous Boys & Dressing Rooms

*Thanks for the request anon. I hope you like it!*

Pairing: Thomas-Brodie Sangster x Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Oral (Girl on Boy), Daddy Kink (Kind of)

      I smiled and called Thomas as soon as I got to the set of the Death Cure. “Hey Baby” I felt my face heat up at his words. We’ve been together for one year and I still haven’t gotten used to him using pet names.

“Hey, umm I’m up front where do I go now?” I asked. “I’ll come get you, just stay there.” He sounded so eager it made me giggle. I mumbled a quick okay and hung up waiting for him. I stood there going through twitter. I was glad that the majority of his fans were very supportive of us. I barely got any hate. It wasn’t long before I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me from behind. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve probably freaked out and started punching everywhere but these arms are like no other.

“Miss me?” He whispered in my ear. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine and made my knee’s go weak. “I always miss you” I said, smiling softly. He chuckled and spun me around so he could peck my lips. “I always miss you too baby now let’s go.” I giggled as he pulled me to the back where the rest of the guys were. “(Y/N)!!!!” I looked over and saw Kaya running over to me. “Oh I’ve missed you! Thomas and the rest of the guys get so annoying” A chorus of “Hey’s” Erupted from behind me and I laughed. “I don’t doubt you.” I said and Thomas came up behind me “You don’t think I’m annoying when my head’s in between your le-“I clamped my hand over his mouth and Kaya laughed. “I’ll leave you two alone” She said and ran over to Will and Ki Hong.

“Why are always so inappropriate?” I asked as he slid his arms around my waist. “How can I not be? Have you seen yourself? And this dress you’re wearing…. It’s doing things to me” I blushed and he hid his face in my neck leaving soft “innocent” kisses. I wish it could go further but we were at his job and there were at least a hundred people around. So I giggled and pushed him off me “Don’t you have scenes to film?” I asked raising and eyebrow. “The only thing I want to film is you” I threw my head back laughing. “You’re so cheesy, go back to work.” He groaned and pecked my lips before running back to the rest of the guys.

I was on my phone for like five minutes when I felt someone stand next to me. I looked up to see Dylan smiling down at me. “Oh hey Dyl, what’s up?” He smirked “Oh you know, just standing next to the most beautiful girl ever” I chuckled and blushed at his words. “Thomas is going to kill you… Literally” He chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder. From the corner of my eye I could see a very angry looking Thomas along with and amused Ki Hong. Dylan let his fingertips roam up and down my arm and I saw how red Thomas was getting. “Dylan, you know I’m with Thomas” He hummed in response. “Yeah well, what Thomas doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I was actually shocked. Did he really just say that? What the fuck? I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even notice him leaning in. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!” To say he looked furious was an understatement. “Hey dude chill I was just messing aro- “Dylan didn’t get to finish because his mouth connected with Thomas’ fist. I’ve never seen him this upset before. I should’ve stopped Dylan earlier. Fuck.

“Thomas I’m- “I started but he cut me off “I don’t wanna hear it. Just go.” And with that he ran off to his dressing room. “(Y/N) …… He’s just upset” Kaya said. Will and Dexter took Dylan to get cleaned up. “I know I’m gonna go talk to him…” I murmured and walked towards his dressing room. I slowly opened the door to reveal a shirtless Thomas throwing things all over the place. I felt tears prick at my eyes. “Babe…” I whispered and his head snapped up towards me. “What the fuck are you doing here? Go help Dylan” Hate dripped from every word he spoke and I felt my heart breaking. His stare was cold but I decided to be bold and walk over to him. He didn’t say anything when I placed my hand on his shoulder. He just stared at me blankly. “You know I love you…… So why are you acting like this?” As soon as that left my mouth he snapped again and had me pinned against the wall in seconds. “Why do I act this way?! How can I not act this way when that bastard had his hands all over you!? And to make it even better you didn’t fucking do anything!” I flinched at his tone but he had every right. “How can I believe you love me, if you don’t stop shit like that from happening?” His voice cracked and it made my heart break even more. If that was possible. An idea popped into my head and I had to hide my smirk. He still had me pinned against the wall, His face so close to mine. I slowly moved my lips to his ears. “I’m sorry Daddy…. Let me show you how much I love you.” I smiled to myself when he started to relax. “You’ve been a bad girl.” He murmured looking at me. “And bad girls need to be punished. Knee’s. Now.” His voice was stern and hard but his eyes gave away every emotion he was feeling. I quickly dropped to my knees and he slid his jeans down along with his boxers. I suppressed a moan and took him into my hand pumping him slowly. He moaned softly and I moved faster. After a few moments of just using my hand on him I ran my tongue over his tip and he threw his head back. I took more of him in and started bobbing my head, using my hand to pump whatever couldn’t fit into my mouth. Low moans left his mouth as he watched me. I looked up at him innocently threw my eyelashes and he pulled me up. “Fuck…” He muttered before crashing his lips onto mine. There was nothing sweet and slow about what was happening. I was his and he was making sure I knew that. He pulled off my top when I slid down my jeans and underwear, leaving me in only my bra.

Thomas took a step back admiring my body before he went and sat on the couch. He pulled me down and positioned me so I was bent over his knee.  Without warning his hand connected with my ass. I bit down on my lip hard. “That one was for letting him touch you” He smoothed his hand over the redness before spanking it again, and again, and again. I moaned out loud. He was never like this and it was so hot. Once he was finished I sat up straddling him. “I need you…” I whimpered. He smirked and laid on the couch. “Ride me.” I positioned myself over him before slowly sliding down on him. I moaned loud as he entered me.

I started grinding on him slowing which cause made him close his eyes in pleasure. After a few seconds I started moving faster. His name left my lips in breathy moans. “Fuck (Y/N) Like that. Oh Fuck Yes.” A smirk formed on my lips and I began bouncing up and down. “Fuck…” He hissed and flipped us over. His lips found my neck and he kept thrusting into me hard. He sucked on any skin he found. There would be some very visible hickeys by the time we were done. “Can Dylan make you feel like this?” He asked thrusting into me deeper. I shook my head unable to form words. “Fucking answer me” He kept pounding into me and to make it worse he brought his thumb down to rob my clit.

“Answer me (Y/N) or I won’t let you come” I moaned out as he applied more pressure. “No! He can’t” Thomas smirked. “Who’s making you feel so good baby girl?” I felt it coming. Oh Fuck “You are!” I could tell he was close too, considering how sloppy his thrusts were getting “And who am I?” He asked again “Say it (Y/N) Say It” He thrusted into me again hitting my g-spot. Oh fuck All I saw was white and my back arched. “Oh Fuck Daddy! Only you make me feel like this!” I moaned out as I rode out my high. I heard him mutter “Fuck that was hot” Before he came inside of me.

Thomas literally collapsed on top of me. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily. “I love you… I’m sorry” I whispered raking my fingers through his hair. He smiled and place a soft kiss on my neck. “I love you too… I’ll try not to be so jealous next time.”  I giggled, “Or maybe I should make you jealous more often”

Reason to Live (Newt Imagine)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll survive,” he simply stated.

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

“No problem Gal,” I replied flatly.

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

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

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

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

“Because of you.”

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

“What?” I breathed.

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

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

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

Newt.

My heart sank.

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

“What happened?” I whispered with watery eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too.”