( oc x teresa ) "i am the storm so wait" [FULL SUMMARY INSIDE]

soulmate ˈsəʊlmeɪt' (n.) a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. - "They just drew a penis." "What?" "My soulmate. They just drew a penis on their arm." - the soulmate au in which when you write on your skin the same mark appears on your soulmates ☘︎

"how rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist." - all credits for the characters and events go to james dashner and wes ball - COPYRIGHT © -theglue 2017

A collection of soft newtmas stories ♡

Silence grew over the glade as the doors began closing, she was wedged between the glade and the maze. "Now!" Shouted the leader, and they pressed forward, spears aimed at her. It seemed as if the sky darkened, and hatred filled the glade as they forced her into the horrid maze. She fell back onto the freezing concrete, sobbing. "Stop!" Screamed two familiar voices, almost in sync, dropping their spears and attempting to run after the sobbing girl. But the doors slammed close before they could reach her, and the two boys slammed their fists against the walls. She was alone. Two months ago, she was banished. Two months of nightly griever stings, nightly torture. Those months passed, and the light in her eyes faded. She completely collapsed on the freezing concrete. She had so many illnesses, wounds, pain, her body couldn't possibly function anymore. Her heart stopped on the maze floor. Her body laid lifeless at last. Unfortunately, WICKED still needed her, she was an essential to the trials. They ripped her from the maze, and brought her back to life. It took four years, four years of being in that building, slowly healing. And today, she'll have no idea that she ever went to the laboratory, that she was ever healed, she will be placed back in the maze, believing it has been four years since her banishing, still in pain, still hurting. Today, they throw her back to the glade, where everyone still remembers what she did, where no one spoke of her, the place where she regretted everything. All rights reserved to James Dashner, besides the few characters I implement. If this story is posted by any other person than Fangirlifyed, please contact me.

( ongoing! ) don't want to run away so let's run on caffeine. A coffee shop was one of the craziest places to be as Newt was in hiding, but that's where he found himself every single day. Losing a care for the world, for himself, waiting for the inevitable, he talks to the boy behind the counter with a sour face. Coffee Boy. Lemon Boy. ( the death cure era ) ( male oc x newt )

❝ he felt lost without the broken boy. ❞ a newtmas fanfiction credit to james dashner © 2017 | -stcrlight

( newt x thomas ) collaborating with @Newt_and_Tommy "the gods are immortal men. and men are mortal gods" • • • in which a missing son of a god helps a god warrior defeat the queen of death

🚬 ; sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand." in which a boy is a girl's very reason to hold onto dear life. THE OUTSIDERS; [ oc x johnny cade ]