Valentine's Day'18

@tmrvday2018 day 7&8: send a valentine ↳ for @00250, @18angrylamps & @newtmos ♥

sidereus, a newtmas modern au by moi {read on ao3}

sidereus (noun)

The Maze Runner Valentine’s Week (hosted by @tmrvday2018) ↳ Day 7: Send a valentine!  →  Thomas x Newt  → Newtmas

the last 2 prompts of @tmrvday2018

@tmrvday2018 day 6: AU

Day 5: Songs & Lyrics

turns out the only thing i know how to do is make playlists so i’m sharing my super long newtmas playlist if you ever want to cry for an hour and 15 minutes

1. Start Again - Conrad Sewell

2. I Found - Amber Run

3. Life To Come - The Killers

4. All I Want - Kodaline

5. Raining in Paris - The Maine

6. Never Let Me Go - Florence + The Machine

7. Every Time You Walk Away - D.A. Wallach

8. Godmanchester Chinese Bridge - The Howl & The Hum

9. The Story Never Ends (Piano Version) - Lauv

10. War of Hearts (Acoustic Version) - Ruelle

11. Flares - The Script

12. Already Gone - Sleeping At Last

13. I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young

14. Hurts Like Hell - Fleurie

15. In My Veins - Andrew Belle

16. To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra

17. Hero - Family of the Year

TMRVDay 2018 Day 5: Songs and Lyrics         Minewt

“You found me When no one else was lookin’ How did you know just where I would be? Yeah, you broke through All of my confusion The ups and the downs And you still didn’t leave I guess that you saw what nobody could see.”

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“So, here we are That’s pretty far When you think of where we’ve been No going back I’m fading out All that has faded me within You’re by my side Now everything’s fine.”

Day 6: AUs and Headcanons – Siggy Wingman (aka Frypan the Wingman)

A/N: Everyone knows Newt needed a wingman while trying to talk to Thomas. Frypan’s got his boy’s back.  Here’s a quick look at how it came to fruition.  This is the start of the Siggy Wingman trilogy, and if all goes well, more will be posted in the upcoming weeks. But here’s my headcanon for Valentine’s Week. Enjoy!  (Also, there’s not nearly enough Frypan content and he is a gift soooo….there’s also that.)

“What did I say? What did I say? Don’t touch the carrots. I told you last time this would happen if you tried chopping them.  Go see Jeff, you slinthead.”  Frypan gestured toward the Medbay with the kebab stick, shaking his head as the younger boy jogged off clutching a small rag around his hand.  “I swear, this newbie better be a cook.”   “Frypan.” Fry looked up at the familiar accented voice and nodded a quick hello before refocusing on skewering chunks of meet onto kebab sticks. “Newt, what’s up man?” “How’re we looking over here?” “Good,” he tossed the completed stick to the side on a tray filled with others. “We had a bit of an incident but we’re doing alright.”  He picked up another stick and immediately got to work adding to it.

“Whoa, whoa. Fry, slow down there.” 

Fry looked up to where the tall boy’s thin hand stretched out to stop him. “Only three pieces per stick.  Two if you can chance it.” Fry put the stick down and leaned forward on the table looking across to the boy.  “Newt, you gonna tell me how to do my job?” The boy’s brown eyes fluttered to the others before he answered, “no, of course not.” He leaned forward and whispered, “but Fry, you know we’re getting low here.  Just keep it to a minimum.” Fry nodded. “Alright, boss. You got it.” “And remember: no seconds.” “I know, Newt, don’t worry.” “Smaller biscuits this time, and any larger ones go only to the runn-.” “Newt,” Fry couldn’t help but laugh this time.  “You worry far too much, man.  We’ve got this under control.” Despite Frypan’s words, Newt still looked uneasy, scratching the back of his neck, eyes roving over the food being prepped for the night’s bonfire. “What’s going on?” Fry asked him.  “You’ve been stressed like this for weeks now.  Months, maybe.” The boy’s hand dropped. “Alby’s got me all worked up.  Worried about who we’re getting from the box today.  We need another slicer, but more than that we desperately need another medjack.  Clint and Jeff are loaded up as it is.  I mean, I love Chuckie, but we can’t really do with another slopper right now.” Frypan debated on whether he should inform Newt about his own dwindling ranks.  Times were getting tough in the Glade for them.  Not as bad as the beginning of course, before they were able to get started with routine, but they began to get comfortable.  Frypan could tell by the whispers between Alby and Newt at night when they thought the rest of the Gladers were sleeping, the harshness of the Keeper meetings more recently. The rest of the Gladers were far too comfortable, sneaking seconds, starting to get wasteful.  Frypan always tried to keep an eye on the seconds and the portion sizes, but he had to admit he’d even gotten lenient.  Their supplies had been dwindling down for a bit now and if they didn’t get a good shipment this month, it’d be another thirty days before the next. The stress was visible on Newt, his mouth set in a thin line, his eyes roving and never resting.  Fry worried for him often and always tried to look out for him.  Make sure he was eating enough, etc.  Newt always cared more for others than he did for himself.  Frypan took it on himself to look out for Newt.   “Alright,” the boy nodded.  “Keep it up.  Let me know if you need anything.  I need to get the builders in order.” “Ha! What’s Gally up to this time?” Newt just answered with a raise of his eyebrows, tilt of his head, and turn of his heel.  Off he went, his shifted gait better than it had been in the past, but still noticeable.  Fry shook his head, focusing back down on the kebab sticks.  Something good needed to happen to that boy before he fell apart to stress.

***  “It’s here!” Fry snapped his neck up from the chicken stock boiling on the small fire.  A crowd of Gladers went running across the field from all directions to one destination: the box.  Frypan immediately dumped a bucket of water on the fire and shuffled around the table out of the Cooking Tent, jogging with the rest of the boys. He heard the metal gates of the box opening as he made his way toward the front, spotting the blonde tufts of Newt’s hair right on the edge.  Stepping up behind the second in command, Fry watched over his shoulder as Gally jumped down into the box. “Day one, greenie,” he heard the boy’s voice echo out of the box. “Rise and shine.”

Day 6: AUs and Headcanons – Modern Day Newt aesthetic 

A/N: Does “modern day” count as an AU? Sure. Let’s go with that. 

TMR Valentine’s Week : AU / Headcanon

Newtmas 50′s/Greaser AU; A Big Hunk O’ Love. (For @tmrvday2018, Day 6: AUs and headcanons)

Vocabulary: A-Bomb juice - Moonshine liquor. Ain’t no sin to take of your skin, and dance around in your bones - 1. Enjoy yourself 2. Let’s get naked. How come you do me like you do? - Why do you treat me this way? Pack your grip - Get your stuff together and go. Shake your business up and pour it - Say what’s on your mind. Slay me now, I don’t want to go another further - I’m having a really good time. You’re a triple scream and a big yell - I really like you.

Day 6: AUs and Headcanons – Teresa’s Letter 

A/N: Last one I swear! *shoves content down everyone’s throats* I have this hc where Teresa wrote Thomas a letter, but in the chaos, it was lost.  Mostly I just need Thomesa closure. 

Dear Tom,

I’m writing to you in hopes this letter will find you, even if I don’t.  I don’t know when I’ll see you again, if I even will.  But this is my attempt at trying.

I’ve learned a lot about trying, over the last few months.  Perhaps longer.  And here’s the thing about trying: either way the outcome, you’ve still won. As long as you’re doing something, you’re still moving forward, still growing.  I like to think I’m still growing, even if it’s in a different direction.

And so I’ve been working. Studying. Trying.

I want you to know that I’ve begun remembering.  More clearer now than it’s ever been.  And it’s you, it’s always you.  Sometimes you come to me in dreams, sometimes in nightmares.  But I remember you.  I remember when you were trying too.

Tom, hope is a slender thing, I know that.  But in hope, we find solace.  You were hopeful, once upon a time, and it’s my wish that you continue on that way.  

When all of this is said and done, whether we find our way back to each other or not, it’s my hope that you’ll have Minho and Newt, always.  Which is another reason I’ve kept trying.  Newt.

I know, Tom, it’s an anguish that runs deep, watching your friends suffer.  Watching him suffer.  He’s in my memories too, Tom, just as he’s in yours.  It pains me to know you might not ever have them back, but I hope that you’ll make new ones.  You, him, Minho.  All of them.

So I want you to try, Tom.  Because sometimes that’s all we can do.  I don’t expect you to forgive me, and I’m not asking that.  I just hope you won’t give up, that none of you will.  One day, you’ll sit together and remember these times, if nothing earlier.  And I hope you look back with an understanding of why I did the things I did.

Promise me you’ll keep trying, Tom.  Keep moving forward.  Sometimes, it’s all you can do.

And I will keep trying, too.

Yours always,

I know now, just quite how / My life and love might still go on / In your heart, in your mind, I’ll stay with you for all of time [x]

TMR Valentine’s Day Week: Day 6 ↪ AUs and Headcanons - Thomesa

(back in the Safe Haven where everyone’s made it; when most of the survivors are already off to lay down their head after a heartwarming night around the fire, except for…)

TMRVDay 2018 Day 6: AUs and Headcanons            The Magicians AU- Tesla Flexion Scene

I am currently working on an AU that I talked about, with the Magicians from SYFY and all that, mostly because I really want to write this scene, so here’s a sneak peek at the scene I’m basing a whole story on! It’s a bit longer than I anticipated, I apologize. It’s also probably not as emotional as I think it is unless you’re familiar with The Magicians, but I thought of this AU and fell in love with it and here we are.

“Are you sure about this, Thomas?” Minho’s cautious tone set Thomas on edge.

“Yes,” Thomas hissed through clenched teeth.

“It’s just….” Minho paused, his gaze settling on Thomas. “You know he wouldn’t want you to risk your life like this.”

Thomas turned to face Minho, his face lined with hurt. “I don’t care what he would want,” he admitted quietly. “Not right now.”

“What about what I want?”

Thomas remained silent, his gaze locked on Minho.

“Thomas, I don’t want you risking your life like this,” Minho continued. “You know how dangerous this spell is. If anything goes wrong, you could…we could all get hurt.”

“Then let’s make sure nothing goes wrong,” Thomas said.

“Thomas, you could die!” Minho snapped, stepping closer to the despondent boy. “You could die, and Paige is dead, so there’s no more chances! No more time loops! If something happens to you now, I can’t fix it!”

“You are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up, to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together, to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out.” [x]

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life, Well I’ve had just enough time

—If I Die Young, The Band Perry