Can I Please Request A Newt Smut Where Hes Just Having A Rough Day And She Tries To Make Him Feel Better

Can I please request a newt smut where he’s just having a rough day and she tries to make him feel better with a sweet soft session? Maybe where’s she’s on top for once and he’s just heart eyes over it? Thanks darling!

Of course, my dear Anon! Newt is just a sub in my eyes, honestly

NSFW WARNING

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Newt huffed sharply, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

He had been working all day in the hot sun, pulling weeds from the gardens and ordering the newest Greenie around.

As if that weren't hard enough, the Slicers somehow managed to lose a pig, it accidently escaping from the Blood House and wreaking havoc all around the Glade.

Since no one seemed to be competent enough to handle it, Newt recruited a couple of his close friends and managed to catch the boar in less than an hour.

Sometimes, Newt couldn't believe how so many guys could be so reckless even when they've been in the Glade for so long. Pretty unacceptable in his eyes.

But alas, it was just one of those days where the Gladers were just tired, of the work and the situation that it reflected in their work. It was fine, tomorrow would be a new day and that was that.

But even Newt noticed how badly he must've looked, because he felt it. Sweaty, beaten down by the humid heat, an irritated expression on his face. He never really stayed annoyed for long, but looking like he was annoyed was better than looking like he was in pain.

Since everyone pretty much knew about Newt's leg, he was always a bit self-conscious about showing how much it really affected him all the time. The running around always put a lot of strain on his leg, it never really healing right after that night in the Maze. It was aching a considerable amount after chasing after that pig, but he was thankful it happened on a hot day, the cold only increasing the pain.

But Newt knew it would be okay, knowing he always had something at the end of the day: you.

When you came up in the Box, it was pretty much love at first sight, if there was such a thing. You were the light at the end of the tunnel, his lighthouse that he could always spot in the darkness when the ocean waves wanted to drown him most days. Sometimes he wished you were in the Glade before he made that decision to go out into the Maze, which he thought was selfish of him, but now he had something to live for other than making sure his plants didn't rot.

When the Maze doors finally closed, signaling the end of the work day, Newt carried himself to his hut that he shared with you, following the path he took so many times that it was second nature at this point. Like a moth to a flame, he gravitated to the place he knew where his home would be, waiting for him.

Newt opened the door to his hut, feeling his mood already lifting when he saw you.

"Hey!" You greeted happily, clearly you had a good day compared to Newt. You gave a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "How was your day?"

Newt only huffed in reply, not bothering to explain how hectic his day was. He walked past you and grabbed a small towel. "I'm gonna wash up."

You furrowed your brows at his bluntness, usually he was happy to vent if he had a bad day. You watched as he walked out the door again. You would've joined him, but you had already taken a shower before you got back to the hut. You smirked, as you got an idea...

Newt had a hard time standing while showering, his exhaustion almost getting the best of him. But the cold water definitely fixed his heat problem, and it helped relax him slightly. If the water were warm, he'd probably fall asleep standing up.

After washing up, Newt headed back to the hut with a more tolerable attitude. He didn't want to be in a bad mood when you two went to bed, since it was the only thing he really cared about, just a nice and comfortable end to a long day. But that it not what was waiting for him...

Newt's eyes widened and his face quickly flushed at the sight of you, naked. If he wasn't so tired, he would've pounced on you then and there. "Y/n..."

"Mhm?" You smirked, sultry walking closer to him.

Newt sighed. "Darling, as much as I'd love to, it's been a real long day-"

"I know that." You interrupted, finally closing the gap between the two of you. "That's why you won't have to do anything at all, just let me take care of you." You connected your lips, running your hands over his torso and wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling the dampness of his freshly washed hair.

Newt pulled away. "You don't have to, love." He said with a slight stutter, his cock already hardening at your roaming hands.

"You're always doing most of the work. Let me help you relax, okay?" You kissed him again, then taking his hand and leading him to your shared bed.

Newt finally surrendered himself, allowing you to have your way with him.

You gently pushed him down on the bed, kissing him passionately, then slowly lowering your kisses down. You made sure to leave a couple love bites on his neck, then trailing down his now shirtless torso, gently nipping his skin.

You looked up at Newt with a smile, placing a kiss on his V line before slowly pulling his pants off his legs. You chuckle softly when his cock quickly sprung out of his boxers, eager to be played with.

You trailed a few rough kisses up his inner thighs, taking your time until you finally got to his pretty pink shaft. You licked a stripe on the underside of his cock, smirking when you heard him let out a breathy whine. You gently grabbed the base of his cock, kitty licking his tip before taking the head into your mouth and sucking gently. "Y/n..." Newt shuddered, bucking his hips slightly.

"Shh..." You whispered, rubbing your hands over his hips. "Just relax."

You took more of his cock in your mouth, humming happily around his shaft, the vibration causing Newt to moan softly. You picked up the pace a little, bobbing your head up and down as far as you could, your hand moving with you to stimulate what your mouth couldn't. "So good, love. So good..." Newt praised.

You pleasured Newt like that for a good few minutes, his moans and sighs increasing in volume, but you decided to stop and trail more sloppy kisses up his torso until you got to his lips.

You straddled Newt, kissing him while you rubbed yourself on his dick, the stimulation you craved while going down on him finally being given to you caused you to moan breathily. "God..." You giggled.

You sat up, gently taking Newt's dick in your hand and using it to tease your entrance. You and Newt both moaned in unison as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, feeling him stretching you deliciously. "That feels so good, love, fuck..."

Newt watched you bounce up and down on his cock, your face contorted in pleasure. Seeing you feel so good from his dick made his pleasure all the more intense. He knew you said that you wanted to do all the work, but he wanted you to come too.

You moaned loudly as Newt reached down to rub fast circles on your clit, that sensation combined with his cock perfectly hitting that special spot inside of you fast-tracking your own orgasm rapidly.

Newt felt you clench tightly around him as you climaxed, focusing on your beautiful expression as he made you come. He tried to keep his eyes on you as he felt himself getting close, keeping your gaze as he felt the warm buildup. And finally, the tension broke and Newt quickly pulled out and shot his come all over his stomach, feeling himself deflate.

You leaned down to give him one more passionate kiss before plopping down on the bed beside him, a giddy grin plastered on your face. "Do you feel better now?" You asked playfully, knowing fully well what his answer would be.

"You really have to ask?" Newt chuckle, rolling onto his side to look into your eyes. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" He said softly.

You smiled. "Once or twice."

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Phew, that got me feelin' some type of way.🥵 Anyway, it is 4 a.m. and I can't stop writing...halp

Not So Scary

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by @magnoliabloomfield, hope this doesn’t disappoint! This is officially the longest one I’ve written so far. I think it turned out alright. Enjoy!

For only three months of being in the glade, you would say you were doing pretty well. You had found your place working with the Track-hoes, you had a few people you could happily call your friends, and after the initial shock of being put in an unfamiliar environment with no memories from before had worn off, you found the place to be less and less scary with each passing day. Even the fact that you were the only girl didn’t seem as horrifying anymore, since the boys did whatever they could to help you adjust. You were even given your own little hut, so that you could have some well-justified privacy. 

All in all, your circumstances were far from the worst, and you couldn’t bring yourself to complain. That is, not counting the surplus of minor inconveniences that came along with being a glader.

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hello! can you please do this https://vt.tiktok.com/ZGJAefv8S/ with gally? thank u, hope you have a great day!

So cute!

The TikTok: "Imagine yourself asleep, wrapped around them. You, while still asleep, suddenly hold them tighter, as if you're having a bad dream. They whisper to you, 'What's wrong? Are you okay?' You don't answer, but you hold them even tighter, they hug you back, saying 'Shh, it's okay.'"

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There were some nights where you just were too afraid to sleep.

You were used to having really bad nightmares every once in a while, a couple times every week at the most, you thought it was pretty normal after all the shit W.C.K.D. put you and your friends through.

But you started having certain nightmares that were just too much to handle, scaring you out of sleep.

It started after you escaped the Maze, the events of that day repeating in your mind in vivid detail, as if you were really there.

During the dream, you almost knew what was going to happen, but it all felt like really strong déjà vu and no matter how much you tried, you could never change anything. You could've handled all of that, but the worst part of the dreams was having to see your partner die at the end of it.

Logically, you knew he didn't die, but the nightmare put you back in that place where you truly believed he was dead. It was the roughest when you still had no idea he survived. Out in the Scorch, you forced yourself to stay awake, you couldn't handle seeing it over and over again.

Even after you reunited with Gally, you still had the nightmares, not as often as every night, but just once a week still impacted your mental health.

You especially hated how you felt after waking up from these nightmares. You were always in a panic, having to walk over to where Gally slept to make sure he was there. You also felt a strong hatred for Minho, which really sucked. You were close friends with him, so it didn't sit well with you that you could still feel those types of feelings towards him, even if they were fleeting. It took quite a bit of time to forgive Minho, so you hated that the nightmares undid all that progress, even for a short time.

When you and Gally started to share a hut, the nightmares almost completely stopped, and you started to get over that fear of falling asleep. You had told him about your nightmares before, it was a little embarrassing, but he always took the time to give you as much reassurance as you needed.

There were a few nights when you had those same nightmares, and he always helped calm you down, repeating that he was here and safe with you. And it helped a lot, you had gone almost a full year without having those nightmares.

It was hard to keep track of dates with everything that was going on at that time, but you had a strong feeling that it was close to the anniversary of escaping the Maze. You could tell all of your friends were feeling it too. While your friends were celebrating that victory, you were feeling anxiety. That day was one of the worst days of your life, but everyone looked at it positively, and you knew you should have too. But the lingering feeling of thinking that you'd lost the most important person in your life that day seemed to trump the feeling of finally escaping that prison.

It was hard going to sleep that night, the dread you felt couldn't be ignored as you fell asleep in Gally's arms.

Your dread was well placed, as that same nightmare played out exactly as it always had.

Gally was suddenly awoken by the sound of whimpering, he felt you hold him tighter, bunching up his shirt in your clenched fist. Tears were streaming down your face, staining the pillow beneath you. He started to shake you gently, feeling slightly panicked himself. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked softly when he saw your eyes open as you breathed in sharply.

Gally realized what was happening when you kept staring at his face like it could be the last time, your arms wrapping around his torso even tighter than before.

"Is was a nightmare again, wasn't it?" Gally asked, frowning at your tear stained face.

"It's always the same one. I keep seeing you die, over and over and over..." You cried.

"Shh, it's okay...it's okay." Gally whispered, pulling you onto his chest and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, trying his best to calm you. "I didn't die, Y/n. I survived, we both survived, and I'm not going anywhere. You're gonna be stuck with me for a long, long time."

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oh the fluff...the fluffy fluff i can't🥰

Can you please do a sequel to the Thomas piece you posted?? I would love to see more of their “rekindled” (idk if that’s the right word) relationship evolve. Thanks so much!!

So, uh...I know what the doctor ordered and all, but I kinda made it real angsty cause I have no idea how to write anything other than angst so...yeah...🤡

Sorry if this was all over the place🤦🏻‍♀️

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Looking back on the past several months, you wondered if there was anything you could've done differently.

Maybe, if you just kept to yourself, none of this would be happening.

You and Thomas tried your best to get everyone out of the Maze, you really did. You knew there would be casualties, but you never thought it would be Chuck...or Newt.

After your memories returned, you and Thomas did everything in your power to try and convince the Gladers that you weren't the bad guys. Of course, Gally didn't take too kindly to that news; and when Teresa came up in the Box, all hell broke loose.

You had no idea how you managed to get out of that situation, but thankfully you had more than just Thomas and Teresa on your side. You escaped the Maze. You escaped W.C.K.D. You saved Minho and countless other kids that were taken. Now...you were safe, as crazy as it sounds.

A part of you wished you never got your memories back. You wished you could've just stayed in the Glade with Chuck, Newt, Alby, Ben, or even Teresa. It was hard to not blame yourself, because you were to blame. Maybe none of this would've happened if you just stayed away from Thomas.

Sure, you harbored a bit of resentment. Not just at him though, the whole situation was fucked up, and you knew that, it wasn't fair to blame it all on one person.

Seeing so many of your friends die, in part, because of you, put a strain on your relationship with Thomas. It sucked, because you all were on the run for so long that you didn't even get a chance to spend quality time with him. All you had was your memories to keep you company, which is more than anyone else could say. Which, you guessed, made you lucky.

All these memories coming back to you in an instant, remembering how Thomas was then compared to who he is now, it took some getting used to. Before the Maze, you had a very specific idea of who Thomas was, who he was to you. He was your best friend. He was your partner. He was your soulmate. So why did you start to see things so differently?

It was subtle, at first, just little things you disagreed on from time to time. Like, how you both handled conflict. Then, when Gally became a problem, you had very different ideas on how to handle him. Ultimately, that problem came to a head quickly and you had no choice but to go along with Thomas' plan.

But after escaping the Maze, you two practically disagreed with everything. Granted, looking back, you wished you had agreed on certain things. You were ashamed of yourself for how you treated the Winston situation. When he got infected, you already came to the conclusion that he was just dead weight. Obviously, Thomas had an issue with that. You were never that close to the kid, neither was Thomas, but he was still dead set on dragging him across the desert. It was only when Winston tried to kill himself is when Thomas finally broke.

You apologized to Thomas that night, but he surprised you when he said he understood where you were coming from. He knew Winston would've make it, but he was too stubborn and scared to admit it to himself. That moment was the first time you kissed him since you had gotten your memories back, and Thomas kissed you back.

You always made a strong effort to see things Thomas' way, even if he didn't notice it. But your opinions were so strong sometimes, that you'd completely ignore the pit in your gut that told you that he'd never agree, even if you made a compelling argument. It was frustrating. You knew that some of your ideas were a bit lackluster, you came from a more inconspicuous, strategic approach when it came to plans, whereas Thomas was more guns blazing. But when it came to Minho's rescue mission, both of your views came in handy.

Even now, you wondered if you had went along with Thomas' plan of attack, would Teresa still be alive? Would Newt? Obviously, you had no way of knowing. But just the thought that maybe you might've been at fault made you shut down sometimes.

You had yet another argument with Thomas, and you just couldn't handle being around him anymore. It wasn't the smartest of plans, but you snuck out of camp and wandered into the forest away from the beach. Even in the heat of your rage, you were almost positive you could find your way back again, so you didn't worry. All you tried to focus on was steadying your heartbeat, but all you could do was take an unpleasant trip down memory lane.

It probably should've worried you that it was getting dark really quick. If you were still at camp, you could probably still see the sun going down. But the forest pretty much blocked out all light, even the moon just barely peaking through the trees. But you stayed, suspended a couple feet in the air, sitting on a sturdy tree branch.

Your wrist started to itch, the annoying stinging sensation forcing you out of your state of tranquility and back into the real world. You had to physically stop yourself from huffing, rolling your eyes when you realized that he was close by.

Ever since that day in the Maze, you could always sense Thomas' presence, the ink in your skin giving off a slight burning feeling whenever he was close by. It would start off dull, barely noticeable. The feeling would intensify the closer Thomas would be in proximity until it completely stopped.

"Y/n?"

"Go away." You quickly replied harshly, not even turning around to look at him.

"You need to come back to camp, it isn't safe out here."

"Oh, like it's any safer across the ocean." You sighed.

This was the hundredth disagreement, Thomas wanted to go back to the mainland. His hero complex finding it difficult to just stay in the Safe Haven while there may be other people in need of help. Teresa seemed to finally break him from beyond the grave. He wants to find a way to replicate the cure that she gave to him before she sacrificed herself.

You thought it was stupid. You kept thinking about everyone that has been hurt, everyone that was murdered, all their friends that were experimented on by W.C.K.D. in their hopes of finding a cure. Thomas held the cure in his hand, but it's always never enough. It's like he has to put himself in danger to find a purpose in life. You were almost sure that they was no purpose, just survive.

In the Glade, you had more hope, surprisingly. Without your memories, you woke up with a tiny bit of hope, hope that the world outside the Maze would be better. But then it wasn't. You remembered how shitty the world really was, it even made you miss the Glade. It was a cage, that's for certain, but it almost seemed like you were safer there.

Sure, you were safe now. But your experiences in the Maze combined with all your memories that you had to deal with, you changed, you and Thomas both. Sometimes, it didn't really feel like you were the same people before you lost your memories. Maybe that's why you two were at odds constantly, maybe you two weren't actually soulmates. Who knows what put those tattoos on your skin, it could've been W.C.K.D. for all you knew. It was a very disheartening thought.

"Come on, Y/n. This again, seriously?" Thomas scoffed. "I thought you of all people would understand why I need to do this. If we can replicate the cure, who knows what that could mean for us? For the whole world?"

You sighed, jumping down from the tree branch and standing to face him. "Thomas, I never said we shouldn't try to make more cures. I just think it's idiotic to try and go back to that hellscape."

"It's not that I want to, we don't have the proper tools here that can make it easier to remake the serum."

"Last time we were there, all those buildings were being blown up. Most likely, it's all rubble and ash by now. There wouldn't be anything left to salvage."

"But not impossible."

"Thomas..."

"It's not impossible. Those specific buildings might be gone now, but you know how many more W.C.K.D. facility's there are. We have those coordinates."

"Those buildings are probably overrun by Cranks."

"But there still might be equipment left, and that's enough for me. We owe it to Teresa to try."

You rolled your eyes. "We don't owe her anything, Thomas. She betrayed us all, remember?"

"She saved my life. Our life. Surely, you remember that." You didn't reply. "She was like a sister to you, Y/n. Those feelings aren't just something that goes away overnight."

"It's easier when you remember she always had an agenda to begin with." You snapped, but quickly felt guilty when you saw the tears in Thomas' eyes. Your gaze softened. "Replicating the cure isn't gonna bring her back...we have to move on."

"I know...I know it won't bring her back..." Thomas whispered, slowly sitting down on this forest floor.

You sighed, kneeling down beside him. "I admire that you...want to save the world. But you shouldn't go on a suicide mission because of one person who's not even alive anymore." You said as softly as possible, the chirps of insects around you almost drowning you out.

"You think this is just about Teresa?" Thomas quickly asked, furrowing his brows.

You shrugged. "I know how hard you took her death. And yeah, it's been hard for me too. I was just so angry at her that I didn't allow myself to mourn. But I honestly think that Teresa wouldn't want you to kill yourself over this cure just for her."

Thomas let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "It was never just about her. I...I couldn't save Newt. He wasn't immune, and I am. And I could've saved him if I had just listened to Teresa. So many people on this island aren't immune. Including you...if there's even the slightest chance I could make more cures in order for you to be safe...it's more than enough for me. I can't lose you too."

"Thomas..."

"I can't lose you."

You shook your head, quickly grabbing onto Thomas' hands. "Hey," You said softly, "you're not going to lose me."

"How do you know?"

"Thomas, no one here has the virus. And we're so far away from the mainland...don't you think it would be affecting people already if it could reach us here?"

Thomas stayed silent, casting his gaze to the forest floor dejectedly.

You sat closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, but still keeping your hands on his. "Thomas, I think the worst is over now. We don't have W.C.K.D. hanging over our heads, and we're not running for our lives anymore...we shouldn't have to worry about this kind of stuff anymore."

"Sometimes it's hard to believe that we don't have to run for our lives anymore..." Thomas whispered softly.

You frowned, leaning more into Thomas. "I know...I've been feeling the same way."

Thomas brought up your wrist, kissing his tattooed name gently. "I'm sorry. I hate arguing with you."

You smiled weakly. "It's okay. I'm sorry too."

"I remember you telling me that my stubbornness will get me killed someday." He chuckled, then sighed. "You weren't wrong. I know I'm stubborn."

"Hey, it's not just you. I know I'm stubborn too."

"We make such a good pair, don't we?" He joked.

The thought about the origins of your tattoos came back into your mind, causing you to frown slightly. "Do you ever think about our tattoos?" You asked hesitantly. "Like, about how they got there in the first place?"

Thomas inhaled deeply. "Yeah. I have."

"Do you think W.C.K.D. is the one who put these here?" You asked, rubbing your thumb over Thomas' tattoo.

"I don't know...maybe. But even if they did, it doesn't matter to me. I love you, and that'll never change."

You looked up at Thomas, seeing that he was already looking at you with a small smile. You felt your face heat up when he moved a strand of your hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "Thomas...?"

"Hmm?"

You leaned in and placing your lips against his gently. "I love you too."

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yes, i'm aware this was a bit of a mess lmao. hope you enjoyed regardless

You Don't Need To Be Fixed - Will Poulter

Uh, I'm not even gonna explain because it's self-explanatory.

Possible Trigger Warning: Toxic Parental Figure/Emotional Abuse

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"I hate you."

"I wish you never even existed."

"You need to change, or else you're going to Hell."

"I pray every day that you see the light."

"The Lord can save you."

All of those I've heard before, all of them coming from a person that's supposed to love me unconditionally. I guess being one of the "homosexuals" is the breaking point for that, or having "deviant behavior" as she would call it.

Now, she's never said those things about me, because I'm closeted to her still, but I still feel those comments slice through me like she's directing it at me. It's kinda hilarious actually. She unintentionally tells me that I shouldn't exist.

I tell her point blank that I'd have a less rough time accepting her belief if she just comes out and say she hates the LGBT community. But, she says she doesn't hate anyone cause it's a sin.

"Bullshit." I say to her, out loud.

"Now, I do not like that language." She says sternly.

Ha! Of course that's what she focuses on, my fucking language. She's so fake, even more fake than a tween girl in middle school. She claims she's not homophobic because she's not afraid of gay people, to that I laugh, hard. She says she had bought lunch for two lesbians that she works with, says that she had a very nice time, so she couldn't possibly be homophobic! No, she acts like a decent human being with the gays, so that means she doesn't wish their sexualities would change!

It makes me want to vomit.

I call her out on that ridiculous way of thinking, to which she replies, "Just can it, will ya?" And that's the end of that conversation.

Another day, another argument about this, that, and the other. It's so tedious, and I willingly go into these arguments knowing that I'll never change her mind about anything. She thinks she's right about everything, and she always tells me, "I am right." Without second thought, she completely dismisses what I try to say.

It's always like this, me thinking I'm right and her thinking she's right. It's like trying to talk with Trump supporter...oh wait, she is a Trump supporter. Oops.

Usually, I'd go up to my room and cry it out, listen to very loud and aggressive music, scream into my pillow so I don't injure myself by punching a wall again. But, thankfully, I have someone who can help me through these times of crisis.

Will.

Ever since I met him, Will has been my rock, like my own emotional support human. Of course, it's not a one-way street, he trusts me enough to lean on me too. He's the greatest friend I've ever had, and I have no idea where I'd be without him in my life.

I just walk out of my house with my car keys in hand, starting the car and driving down the same route I've driven so many time I can basically do it in my sleep.

I make sure to text him beforehand, letting him know to prepare himself for a lot of frustrated ranting, but he was used to it by now.

"And it's like I can never talk to her about anything anymore because it always somehow ends up in a heated argument about politics, racial issues, or of course, the LGBT community. Like, I have no idea how much I can take before I explode and do something...not violent."

Will had his eyebrows raised, his shoulders tensed and looking like he was trying to be absorbed by his couch.

I had been ranting for about half an hour, pacing back and forth in his living room, scaring his poor pups with how my voice raised several octaves while speaking about the particularly upsetting parts, and my arms were pretty sore by how much I was waving them around. Jesus, no wonder Will looked scared.

I sighed. "Sorry, just had to get that off my chest before I imploded."

Will smiled. "It's okay, Y/n. Really. I was just afraid that story was going to end with you burying her in your backyard."

"No, at least, not yet." I chuckled, taking a seat next to Will, leaning on his shoulder.

"I'm really sorry you have to deal with that, I can't imagine how tired I'd feel living with someone like that." Will grabbed a hold of my hand gently, leaning his head on mine.

I wore a tight lipped smile, exhaling sharply through my nose. "It's not the greatest, but it could be worse."

"Doesn't make your situation any less valid."

"Yeah, yeah, I know...just like how she prays for me to see the light, I do the same for her. She doesn't appreciate it though. But, I guess that's fair considering I don't appreciate her thought and prayers."

Will turned to look at me, smiling softly. "You are perfect just the way you are. She's the one who has to change, not you, because you were made this way, just like everybody else who has their own orientations. One day, you'll be free of her. You'll be free to live however you want to live, and you'll be able to cut her out of your life if you choose to do so. You just have to be patient, but I promise, you'll be happy."

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I wrote this so I can be fine, so don't worry. I am fine. I promise.

Tell me, what nicknames do you think the gladers would call their girlfriend?

I don't really know to be honest. I'm not too privy to nicknames and pet names, and I don't really like them personally. But I think "Greenie" would be a sort of term of endearment. And "She-Bean", I frickin' love that nickname actually. I don't know where it originated, but I read it in @gladerscake recent imagine and it's adorable