#gladexrunner

[ivebeenhere3years]

Gladers!

I've always been curious on if anyone who follows me is actually wanting to ever ask me anything in private/anon or as themselves it can be tmr related or about me etc :)

[ensignfinnclifton]

that is fun. so: thomas, newt, finn, teresa and gally

If my character is Eagle One, send me 5 partners/characters and I’ll say what they are to my muse [ replace finn with stiles ]

Been There Done That: Newt

Currently Doing That: Stiles

It Happened Once In A Dream: Thomas

If I Had To Pick A Dudette: Teresa

Eagle Two: Gally

[ivebeenhere3years]

Nally!

Anyone want to hear a sad story about Newt and Gally? Like a small fic on here and then opinions on it? Let me know lovely Gladians!

[littleslicer]

( gladexrunner liked this for a crank!leo starter )

           "Come out come out wherever you are,            Tommy boy. I just want a hug-- would you            deny a dying boy such a comfort?"

And bloody lips twisted up in a massacre of a grin, red stained teeth peeking out from under cracked flesh.

[ensignfinnclifton]

I've wanted you this whole time.

Put “I’ve wanted you this whole time.” in my ask for my muses reaction

Isn’t that kind of weird for you? is the first thing that pops into his head, but not the first thing Finn blurts out (for better or for worse, the admission has rendered him somewhat speechless). The clone opens his mouth, gaping at the other for a moment before finally figuring out something to say that isn’t 100% idiotic.

"I guess we should do something about that."

[ensignfinnclifton]

gladexrunner

         "I know we're like twins or clones or           whatever but I still think I'm cuter           than you."

[ensignfinnclifton]

gladexrunner

"I don't even know what you're talking about."

[heldthemtogether]

♗

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

As if he hadn't seen that one coming--Thomas hadlooked pretty wiped the moment he stepped foot backinto the Glade that evening. He probably would havefallen asleep in his dinner if Newt hadn't made himeat. Just one of those days he supposed, they weren'texaggerating when they said that being a runner tooka lot out of a person.

So there was no way he could complain when Tommydecided to make him a pillow without feeling like a rightprick--not that he would have anyway. Mostly, when Thomas curled up, his head resting in Newt's lap, he just shifted around a bit to make them both morecomfortable, since he figured neither of them weregoing anywhere any time soon.

                         With one hand carding through the others hair,                          Newt let out a quiet sigh. Thomas might have                         mumbled something to him just as he fell                          asleep, Newt couldn't be sure. Either way, he                          wasn't about to wake the poor guy up to get an                          answer, instead just shuffling a little bit.

He just plain didn't have the heart to wake Thomas, notwhen he seemed so exhausted, so he settled in for the night, his back pressed up against a log while his fingerscontinued stroking through the boy's hair. It would be quitea while yet before Newt finally dozed off--and even then, itwouldn't be for long, but somehow, he still slept more soundly than he had for some time. And, well, Thomasdidn't look half so dead on his feet when he finally came toeither.