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Hello:))) been reading ur newt hcs and absolutely adored them YOU WRITE HIM SO SWEET. But i was wondering if you would do newt cuddling hcs with a f!reader please? (I haven’t requested for you before so if this isn't the type of thing you do just delete this lol)
thanks<3
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hello anon!! i'm happy you like those!! i think that newt is the type of person that treats their s/o gentle !! i hope you like this:))))
Newt who can't keep his hands to himself when you're both cuddling. Newt who would pull you into his chest with your back against him so he can kiss your neck. Newt who would put his arm around your waist just to touch you. Newt who would be crazy and rambles whenever he sees you wear his shirts to cuddle or sleep (and when you ask him why, he says "you look hot- i mean beautiful, wait i didn't mean it like your not hot, cause you are hot, i mean- your hot- wait that's not the point- but you look bloody amazing with my shirt"). Newt who can't sleep without you in his arms. Newt who would be very clingy and glued to you when both of you are alone (he's starved for your attention and affection). Newt who doesn't have a 'favourite cuddle position' but he loves it so much when you rest your head on his chest and just lay there. Newt who runs his fingers through your hair and leave a bunch of kisses all over your face whenever he gets the chance. Newt who sometimes wander his hands underneath your shirt (with consent of course) and he just trace circles all over your skin. Newt who sometimes would just lay in your arms tiredly because he’s exhaused from doing all work, helping around the glade, and having many meetings with Alby and the runners(he's a busy man). Newt who would smell a little more earthy when you guys are cuddling before shower. Newt who prefers to cuddle after shower because he thinks you'll like him more if he smells 'sweet like a candy' when you're both cuddling (he used your soap and shampoo because he said it made him "smell like sweets and vanilla" lol ). Newt who would sleep with you with hardly any space between each other. Newt who loves it when you bury your face in his neck and when you play with his hair. Newt who will always pull you back onto the bed and back into his arms if you try to leave or stop cuddling. ("Newt we have to get up! Alby will be mad at us-" "2 more minutes, please love? i'm sure Alby will be fine without me" "Newt, you said that 20 minutes ago."). Newt who doesn't mind being a big spoon or the little spoon when you're both cuddling. Newt who likes it when his arms are securely around your waist & his face in your hair when he's being the big spoon. Newt's arms will be the place you wake up every morning. Newt who would ask if he can play with your hair every time you're both cuddling (he wants to make sure you're giving him consent even tho you've reassured him that he doesn't need to ask that). Newt who would randomly compliment you when your almost asleep ("your so beautiful. like really bloody beautiful, love"). Newt who would sometimes talk in his sleeps because he gets nightmares when he's cuddling you ("please stay, please. don't go. stay with me." "i'm not going anywhere love"). Newt who would easily get sleepy when you run your hands through his hair. Newt who would fall asleep on top of you, then wakes up only to ask if you're okay, if he made you uncomfortable, and why didn’t you wake him up in his raspy sleepy voice. Newt who would have a staring contest with you and then make stupid faces so you laugh and he wins the contest (later on he tease you about it). Newt who would stay up with you and just have deep conversations as you both cuddle when you can't sleep ("why do people has to lose the person they love first, to realize they're bloody value and worth? doesn't make sense, what do you think?").
I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY MAKING THIS, IT TURNED OUT SO LONGGGG. I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG FOR YOU
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d4n1elll4 · 4 months
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NEWT RECS
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into thin air by @heliads
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pixiexdusts-world · 11 months
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Incorrect quote
Thomas: Uh. I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Newt’*
Y/n: Oh yea. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up note that reads ‘Be good. For the love of god, Please be good’*
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pealeii · 8 months
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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year
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Heyyy do you do reacts? Like "How the TMR boys would react to you calling them pretty" . If so, thank youuu :)
Oooo I never even thought about doing this, but I can absolutely give it a go :))
YOU THINK I'M PRETTY?
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MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST
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SUMMARY: See above. Gender neutral reader.
WARNINGS: None really, maybe some inappropriate language and flirty behaviour.
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"You know, you're actually kinda pretty."
THOMAS
Would not know how to react.
Thomas absolutely would be completely dumbfounded.
He'd been attracted to you ever since he'd arrived in the Glade, so you complimenting him would leave him in a stunned state.
Probably would also be the first and only time he gets complimented because the Gladers just call each other ugly on a daily basis.
"Oh, uh- thanks- thank you."
You probably wouldn't think much of it and go about your day.
He would spend the next four years thinking about it.
"They think I'm pretty."
Definitely a much needed confidence boost since he (especially in the books) is having a permanent identity crisis.
He might not know who he is, but damn, at least he's pretty.
NEWT
Newt isn't a stranger to compliments. He's one of the oldest standing Gladers and people often comment on his work ethic and ability to think fast.
His appearance though?
That's new.
He'd probably freeze, laughing it off as you just kinda randomly say it whilst he's working with the Track-hoes.
"Heh, what?"
In all honesty, you'd have been watching him for a while, admiring his features and when you say it, it would have been a thought you didn't mean to say out loud more than anything.
That wouldn't stop him from thinking about it. It would get brushed over fairly quickly since Newt is a busy dude, but he would definitely ask Minho and his friends about it.
"What do you think it means?
"Uh, that they think you're pretty? Duh."
Like Thomas, he would probably lie awake thinking about it, or just throughout his day, a soft smile playing on his lips, and he would definitely get caught laughing.
"Dude, you're thinking about it again?"
"Shut up, slinthead!"
"Touched a nerve, pretty boy?"
MINHO
Minho knows he's pretty. Everyone knows he's pretty. Just look at the guy. Even Thomas thinks he's pretty (*cough* the three paragraphs dedicated to describing Minho's arms in the book *cough*).
He'd probably laugh.
Sure, it's common knowledge that he's a good looking guy, but for someone to say it to him?
That'd be entertaining.
He'd tease you about it, making you the one that becomes a blushing mess.
"Hey, so how pretty do you think I am, exactly?"
He would not let it go.
But he wouldn't brag to the other Gladers about it. He would keep the information to himself, mainly keeping up the light bullying in private and leaving other Gladers confused as to why you tended to leave his presence bright red.
Secretly, he'd be thrilled. Of course, just that you think he's attractive to begin with, but also because it clearly runs deeper at your constant embarrassment.
He probably also wouldn't know how else to flirt with you. But he's trying his best. Compliments don't come as easy to him as they do you, so this is how he expresses it.
Definitely an ego boost.
GALLY
He would be insulted.
Gally wouldn't take it as a compliment at first. He wants to be a tough guy and you calling him pretty feels like a insult to his masculinity.
Definitely not the intention.
You think he's soft? Pretty? How dare you. How could you?
It wouldn't be until he spoke to Frypan that he'd realise.
"They called me pretty. Pretty! Do I look like a shuckin' sissy?"
"Dude, I'm pretty sure it was a compliment- they think you're hot."
"Oh."
That's when he'd be flustered.
In private, of course, but flustered nonetheless.
He'd feel like such a dick for reacting how he did and without even processing it properly.
He'd end up apologising and you'd laugh about it.
"It's okay, I won't call you pretty again. Promise."
But now he knows you think he's attractive, he'd definitely be bummed that you said you wouldn't compliment him like that again.
"I mean- you can still... yanno- say that."
Turns out Gally actually kinda is a softie when he wants to be.
You find it cute.
FRYPAN
He would be ecstatic.
Oh my God, you think he's pretty? His life is complete. The world is good. Kill him now, this is the best day of his life.
He'd tell everyone who would listen.
"Yeah! They called me pretty! Suck it! I'm prettier than you slintheads!"
"Fry, I really don't care."
He'd constantly ask you to call him pretty again. Or even other compliments and you'd find it funny.
He'd be surprising hard to fluster, but very easy to please.
It wouldn't be uncommon to find him grinning from ear to ear after talking to you.
He would also have the courage to return the compliments, creating a friendship that's basically filled with constant praise.
He would worship the ground you walk on.
Thinks he's in love every time you make eye contact.
ALBY
"Yeah, okay."
Alby would not give a shit.
The man is stressed 24/7.
You can't really blame him. He's in charge of a bunch of teenage boys in a Maze full of monsters, and he has to make sure that everyone is comfortable and surviving.
He has too much on his plate to even realise what you'd be saying at first.
The brain lag is real, and it would be three days later when he'd understand what you said.
"Wait a shuckin' second..."
After that, he'd think about it a lot, internally kicking himself and regretting the choice.
You wouldn't be shocked. This is exactly the kind of response you'd expect from the Leader. But you almost said it because you knew what his response would be.
You wouldn't have to worry about Alby being weird or acting different or telling anyone.
Though, he would become a lot friendlier towards you, starting to develop a sweet spot for you.
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Would ya look at that, I can actually write for characters other than Minho? Who woulda guessed? In all seriousness, this was really fun and I enjoy writing headcanons as much as I like writing stories. I really enjoy these typa requests, tysm for sending it in.
Hope you all enjoy :))
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unsmokedroses · 1 year
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thomas: are you wearing makeup?
newt: oh. yeah, it’s just eyeliner. sonya lended me some. does it look okay?
thomas: yeah, it looks fine, i guess.
later that night
thomas, sobbing into teresa’s shoulder: it looked so good.
teresa: i know.
thomas: i’m so gay
teresa: i know.
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serafilms · 4 months
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song 72! you belong with me (taylor swift) + newt requested by @misty-inferno (2023 spotify wrapped event)
dreaming ‘bout the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time
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If anyone were to ask where either you or Newt were, the other gladers would say to look for the other. They’d probably end up finding the two of you together.
At least, that was the case before Thomas came into the picture.
Today found you sitting on a bench near the kitchen, where Frypan had kicked you out. Apparently your sour mood was spoiling the food. You glowered when you looked in the distance and saw Newt walking the newbie around.
“Whoa, why are you trying to commit a felony?”
Your eyes flitted up to where Minho was hovering over you. Still scowling, you said, “What felony?”
“Attempted murder. Using your face.”
“Man, fuck you!” you exclaimed, smacking him on the arm.
“Hey! I didn’t mean it like that! I meant like, the whole ‘if looks could kill’ thing,” he defended himself, rubbing his arm.
“Well either way, I’m not trying to murder anyone, you slinthead.”
Minho shrugged. “Tell that to Thomas. He’s been asking since last night why you keep glaring at him.”
“I’m not glaring at him,” you scoffed, “I’m observing. Analysing.”
“Right, right,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “You sure you’re not just pissy he’s hanging out with Newt?”
“Well,” you huffed, “he already got the tour from Chuck, what more does he need to know?”
Minho finally joined you on the bench, and nudged you with his elbow. You massaged the sore spot on your ribs.
“You should tell him how you feel, you know.”
“I’ve tried, Minho.”
He looked very unimpressed. “How? Telepathic signals?”
“I- well, you know,” you spluttered, “I wrote a note that said ‘I love you’ and left it in his hammock? But then it fell out and he didn’t see it.”
“My condolences,” Minho drawled.
You stuck your tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes. Minho was right, to some extent, you thought. But you didn’t want to confess to him, not with everything he’d been through, and with this horrible situation you’d been thrust in.
Newt was the best, most deserving person you’d ever met, and you knew you couldn’t force him into anything. Also, you were a bit of a coward. But that wasn’t the important part. You wanted him to realise by himself that you loved him and decide what he wanted.
And if what he wanted was Thomas, so be it.
“It’s not that simple,” you said to Minho. “Nothing is ever simple in The Glade. If I have to keep pining after him until he realises I love him or decides he loves me, then I will.”
Minho’s lips pursed and his gaze softened. “Okay, fine.”
Then he looked forwards and his eyes zeroed in on something. “Heads up, though, they’re coming this way.”
You looked up instantly and found Newt and Thomas heading your way. Newt raised his hand in a wave and Thomas gave what was probably supposed to be a smile but ended up being more like a grimace. Wow, he really did think you hated him.
“Hey Y/N, Minho,” Newt said, but his gaze was fixed on you. “Could I talk to Y/N for a second?”
“Fine,” scoffed Minho, “get rid of me. Come on, greenie, let’s go raid the kitchen.”
He threw an arm around Thomas and guided him away, and Newt took his spot on the bench while your heartbeat and body temperature rose alarmingly.
“Hi,” you managed to squeak out, “what’s up?”
“Well,” he cleared his throat, “I found this on top of your things when I tried to look for you this morning.”
He started to rummage around in his pants pocket. “And then Thomas told me he saw the same piece of paper lying on the ground under my hammock last night.”
Dread filled every crevice of your body as Newt pulled out a folded piece of paper and unfolded it to reveal the words ‘I love you.’
“That’s… quite a coincidence,” you muttered.
Newt’s face twisted in a smile. “Yeah, I thought so too.”
Your face was unimaginably red when he started digging around in his other pocket and then turned to look at you.
“But what’s an even bigger coincidence, is this.”
He handed you a second piece of paper, folded only in half. Your heart lurched as you peeled it open. ‘I love you,’ it said, in a perfect imitation of Newt’s handwriting.
“What?”
He laughed at your dumbstruck expression and took the paper from your hands, then took your hands in his, forcing you to look at him. “I was going to give it to you tonight.”
“You love me?” you asked, still dumbstruck.
“I do, yeah.”
Your stomach did flips as you grinned at him. “Can I kiss you?”
Newt turned a little pink, and you flushed with pride at being able to embarrass him, then he nodded.
Nobody was surprised when you both showed up hand in hand to dinner that night, nor when you kissed afterwards. And nobody, not even Thomas, was surprised when Newt climbed his way into your hammock instead of his.
Because that was where he belonged. With you.
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the maze runner: apocalypse sassy man apocalypse
based off of the ybwm music video
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itsliaaahsoneshots · 9 months
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Just another day in the Glade
Thomas, running: NEWT! Newt: Sssh, Chuck is sleeping Thomas: Oh, sorry Newt: What's up shank? Thomas, whispering: The Homestead is on fire
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majesty31 · 14 days
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𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 | 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰'𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎???
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟑.𝟓𝒌
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It was late, the sun was slowly starting to set, and still the boys weren’t back. At first you thought they were just late, sometimes it happened, where they just lost track of time, most of the time when they found something or when they get lost.
But they have never been this late before. And to make matters worse, your leader Alby was in there also. And everyone knew that if the doors closed with Minho and Ably inside, you would all be screwed.
So when the rain had stopped pouring, you along with every other glader stood at the entrance of the maze, watching, waiting. You bounced on your heels anxiously, your eyes trying to peer around the corridors for a shadow, a glimpse of life. But nothing.
It was getting darker, the doors would close any minute now, and you felt sick to your stomach. You hadn't felt like this since they banished Ben, and if you had to lose Minho too, you wouldn't even want to live anymore.
And if you were being completely honest with yourself, you always had something more than friendship for Minho. You two weren't as close as you would've liked to be, you've talked to him before but that was just because of Ben or Newt. Other then that you two never spoke, he didn't even seem to notice you, always looking somewhere else when you'd speak to him and just act cold towards you.
Which you never understood. You had come up only four months after Minho did, and right at the beginning he acted as if you were a burden to the whole glade. You knew straight away it was because you were a girl but you never called him out about it because you were also a little scared of him. Minho was a big guy, bigger than any boy in the glade. And you knew of his sarcastic banter but he never showed that to you, all you got was the cold shoulder and the blank stares.
But you couldn't help but fall for him, he might have so many bad traits, such as being cold towards you, never paying you any mind or maybe because he acted as if you were some child who everyone always had to look after. But the good ones overtook the bad, he seemed caring to his friends, funny, determined, always thinking of finding a way to get everyone out. He put his life on the line for everyone, and that was something that took a lot of amount of courage and will power.
You admired him, from afar of course. You wanted to have the determination he did, you wanted to be able to wake up every morning with a set mind and heart.
"What if they don't make it?" You heard the new greenie say, his words snapping you back to reality, the reality that this was actually happening, that they might not make it. And that you will never be able to tell Minho how you really felt for him. But you knew he wouldn't even care if you did.
"They're gonna make it." Newt replied, his eyes boring into the maze, searching, hoping. Like you all were. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you heart began to race. It was happening, you were letting your panic slowly take over. And you didn't know if you'd be able to stop it now.
You could feel your hands begin to shake. They just can't die, they can't. You could feel a warm hand on your back, it was Newts. He knew of your feelings for his friend, and you knew he was trying to reassure you but it did little to no help.
You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach when you heard that all to familiar sound, followed with the ground rumbling and soon the wind blew back your hair. Finally you let your tears slip when the walls slowly started to grind together.
But then.
"Over there!" Chuck yelled, his finger pointing at the two figures who staggered past the corner, reaching into everyones line of sight. Everyone went dead silent as they all tired to figure out why Minho was moving so slow.
"Somethings wrong," Someone, you didn't know who said. Your eyes widened when you saw Alby slouched over Minho's shoulders, unconscious or maybe even dead. It was taking everything in you to try and keep yourself from screaming his name, yelling at him to hurry the hell up. But you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.
"Come on Minho you can make it!" You were the first to break the silence, yelling as loud as you could and soon everyone else erupted into yells and screams at Minho. You couldn't even hear your own voice over all the noise, but you didn't care.
Dread filled your entire body when he dropped Alby to the ground, but he didn't just leave him like Gally was yelling at him to do, instead he grabbed his legs and started dragging him towards you all.
You stopped your screams, and everything around you seemed to go silent, like background noise. Your breathing was just picking up in pace and your whole body shook with fear. Everyone around you knew he wasn't going to make it, not if he moved as slow as he was. And everyone also knew he would never leave a man behind.
Absent tears slipped from your eyes as you stared at the scene in front of your eyes. Minho looked so tired, but still he dragged Alby as fast as he could, and the closer the walls got to each other the more he seemed to panic. Sweat dripped off his arms, his face and his muscles bulged through his shirt as he dragged Alby.
The more tired he got the slower he became. You could see him slowing down, everyone could. You could feel yourself on the furge of a panic attack, everything was happening too fast but he was moving so slow.
Minho let out a panic yell as he tried to will himself to move faster, but he was just too far away. Your eyes shifted to the walls as a thought came to your head, a stupid thought, a really really stupid thought. One that you didn't let yourself rethink.
"Y/N NO!" Newt yelled right as your feet stepped between the two walls. You kept your eyes forward and your panic at bey as you ran with everything in you to the other side. The side no one wanted to be on, the side that would most likely lead to your death. But that was the last thing on your mind. The only thing you could think about was the boy who you loved, and not letting him die out here alone.
You barely made it to the other side alive, having to push yourself out as the walls closed with a crash behind you. You didn't even have time to think about what you did before Minho came charging at you. His face full of anger, disbelief and fear.
"Y/N what the hell did you do!" He yelled, his eyes wide as he grabbed your arm, pulling you harshly towards him. Your heart raced with adrenaline as you stared back into his eyes. "You just killed yourself! What the hell is wrong with you!"
"I couldn't just let you die!" You yelled back, ripping your arm away from his tight grasp. He seemed taken a back by your tone but he regained himself quickly.
"And what? That means you just kill yourself too! What do you think you'll do that will save me? Save us? You know nothing about the maze!" He was so close to you, his tone scared you more than you wanted to let him know, and his words just made it a whole lot worse. You darted your gaze to the ground as they filled with tears.
"Crying isn't going to help us." He might have wanted it to come out harsher but his tone softened. He was right, you didn't know two things about the maze, or how to be a good runner, but that didn't matter, you weren't about to let him die, even if that meant to kill yourself too.
You turned your eyes up into his. "You're right." You wiped your face with the back of your hand as you took a step away from him, which caught Minho's attention immediately, his eyes following your smaller form. "I don't know a thing about the maze, and I might have just walked into my own death, but I wasn't going to let you die alone,"
He didn't say anything, his eyes just staring into yours. And this was the first time he didn't seem cold towards you, the first time his eyes weren't empty as he looked into yours. It made your stomach fill with butterflies, which was so stupid in the situation you were in.
"You don't deserve to die like this Y/N," His words caught you off guard, and for some odd reason made tears well up in your eyes again. You sucked in a deep breath as you turned away, your gaze darting towards Alby, who was limp on the ground.
"We should hide him somewhere," You said, already moving to kneel beside Alby. Your hand brushed over his face, and your heart dropped a little when you saw the gash on his head. But you didn't mention it, knowing why he had done it in the first place.
Minho didn't say a word as he took him by the arm, slinging on over his shoulder. Not knowing what else to do you followed suit, your knees almost bucking with his weight. But you just willed yourself to move even if he was heavy.
After maybe 5 minutes of walking around Minho dropped his side causing you to almost fall over as all of Alby's weight fell on you. Having no other choice you dropped him as gently as you could by the nearby wall.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" You breathed out in annoyance, getting up on your feet as you tired to regain your raged breathing. Minho turned towards you, his eyes hardening but you cut in before he got the chance to speck. "We can't just leave him here. He'll die. We have to put him somewhere. Or hide him-"
"Where?" He interrupted, his voice full of frustration and panic. You had never seen Minho panic before and while you understood you were also getting annoyed with him. He's supposed to be the Keeper of the runners and here he is not using his head and instead using his panic.
"I don't know." Your own voice matching his. Your eyes shifted around, trying to find somewhere out of sight. But he should be the one to know the maze better than anyone, or so you've been told. "You're supposed to know everything about the maze. Isn't there one place you can think of to hide him-" He let out a frustrated groan before he grabbed your waist, pinning you to the wall.
"You don't fucking get it! Take a look around, we're trapped and we aren't getting out of this alive!" Your breathing was fast from the shock and the truth to his words. His face was close to yours, his hands were warm which made shivers run up your spine.
"With an attitude like that, yeah no klunk we're dead!" You pushed him away from you with slightly shaking hands. "Be the shucking keeper Minho!" You yelled. "And lead me."
"You are a shucking builder Y/N! How the hell am I-" A horrifying cry rang through your ears, shutting both you and Minho's mouths as your eyes shifted behind Minho. You couldn't see anything but you knew what you heard and you did not want to meat the creature that made that terrible sound.
"Okay okay, it doesn't matter Minho. We just need to hide him," You were panicking, you could feel the rise in your stomach and your throat. But you had to keep it down, this was the worst place to have a full panic attack, and the wrong person to have it in front. "What about underneath?"
Minho looked to what you were pointing at, which was under the ivy at the bottom of the wall. "Okay okay but hurry, the walls are already changing."
For the next ten minutes you and Minho got Alby safely under the ivy, you didn't know if it would work but you prayed to whoever was out there that it would. You didn't even notice when Minho had stopped helping you, all your mind was focused on was making sure that Alby was safe to leave.
"We gotta go!"
"What?"
"We gotta go!" You felt Minho grab your arms, pulling you up onto your feet. Your eyes darted behind you as Minho dragged you forward, and thats when you saw it.
Your breath caught in your throat as you laid eyes on it for the first time. The thing everyone in the glade feared, the thing no one has ever seen and lived to tell the tale. It was unlike anything you'd ever seen—half-machine, half-monster, with twisted limbs. It's movements jerky and unnatural. Panic rushed into your body like lighting and thats when everything started to feel real. That you might actually not make it out alive.
You could feel your body turn stiff, and your blood turn cold. You thought for a second you were going to throw up, cry or scream. Maybe all of them and Minho sensed it immediately.
"Y/N Y/N no no no." Minho tried pulling you with him but your feet refused to move as you watched the griever turn into another corridor. "Don't do this now. We have to go!"
"I can't do this Minho!" You felt tears burn in your eyes, your breathing was ragged and heavy, and you were starting to see spots. "I can't-"
"Yes you can!"
"No I-"
"Listen to me!" He turned you around to face him, his hands cupping your face harshly, causing your eyes to connect with his. "Look I don't know if you're brave or just brain dead for running in here, but you did okay? So don't panic now, in-fact you aren't allowed to panic now. You have to learn to control it," Minho said, his voice low and dangerous. "Because if you can't, you'll get us both killed. So shove it down you got that. Shove. It. Down."
You nodded into his hands, your mouth trembling and the tears slipping down your face. You were about to wipe them away but Minho did it for you. You would have questioned it but you were far too scared to even think about anything other than death.
"Y/N, we need to run!" Minho shouted, his voice tinged with panic as his eyes widen, looking behind you. Your heart dropped to the ground as you heard it's dreadful scream and mechanical run but this time you didn't wait for Minho to drag you along. Instead you broke into a sprint, hot on Minho's heels.
The Griever's mechanical legs clattered against the ground as it raced after you two. You could hear its heavy breaths echoing behind you, driving you forward with a surge of adrenaline fueled fear.
"We can't outrun it," You panted, your voice strained with exertion as you darted around a corner, narrowly avoiding the Griever's grasp.
Your heart sank as you realized you were trapped, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. But giving up was not also not an option—not when your life, and were at risk. And not when Minho still didn't know your true feelings.
With a desperate burst of energy, you pushed forward, dodging the Griever's relentless attacks with quick reflexes and determination. Every step felt like a battle against death itself, but you refused to surrender.
Your legs burned, your lungs screamed for air, and yet the Griever remained hot on your heels. As exhaustion threatened to consume you, you felt your pace slowing, your steps faltering with each passing moment.
You swallowed hard, your throat dry. The relentless pace was wearing you down, both physically and mentally. The maze seemed to stretch on endlessly, its walls looming ominously overhead.
"We can't stop!" Minho's voice pierced through the darkness, sharp with frustration.
But despite his harsh words, you struggled to keep up, your muscles aching with every step. As you rounded yet another corner, you stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
"I-I can't," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to catch your breath.
Minho's patience snapped, his frustration boiling over as he turned to face you, his expression a mix of anger and desperation.
"Dammit, Y/N!" he barked, his voice laced with frustration. "Get it together! Do you think the Grievers care if you're tired?" Minho snapped, his tone harsh. "Do you think they'll show you mercy because you can't keep up? No. They'll tear you apart without a second thought. We need to keep moving, or we're dead."
His words struck you like a blow, the harsh reality of your situation sinking in with chilling clarity. Despite the fear and exhaustion, you forced yourself to push through.
"Come on we can lose it down here! The walls are changing, closing! Keep moving, Y/N!"
Heart pounding, you glanced back to see the Griever's glowing eyes fixated on you, its mechanical limbs clattering against the stone floor as it got closer. With a surge of adrenaline, you broke into a sprint. As you ran, Minho's voice became a distant roar.
But then, a plan formed in your mind—a reckless, desperate plan. With a quick glance back, you veered off course, leading the Griever away from Minho's path.
"Come on, you ugly piece of scrap!" you taunted as you drew the Griever's attention to yourself.
Behind you, Minho's voice rose in panic, his yells desperate for you to turn back. But you ignored him.
As you ran, the walls of the maze began to shift and close in around you, sealing off your escape. With the Griever hot on your heels, you pushed yourself, every muscle burning.
And then, with a surge of determination, you made a leap, narrowly avoiding the closing walls as you launched yourself into the narrow gap.
With a sickening crunch, the Griever collided with the closing walls, its mechanical form crushed between the shifting stone. A triumphant roar echoed through the maze as you emerged on the other side, breathless and exhilarated, the sound of the Griever ringing in your ears.
As you caught your breath, Minho's voice reached you, sharp with a mix of anger and disbelief. "What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?" he barked, his tone harsh. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"
Your chest heaved, but you squared your shoulders, refusing to back down. "I did what I had to do," you retorted, your voice tinged with defiance. "We needed to stop that Griever, and I wasn't about to wait around for it to catch up to us. You're not the only one capable of making tough decisions, Minho."
Minho's eyes flashed with fury at your retort, his jaw clenched with suppressed rage. "You don't get it, do you?" he growled, his voice dripping with frustration.
"What don't I get?" you challenged, your own anger flaring as you met his gaze head-on. "Why do you suddenly act like you care huh? Back in the glade you've always acted as if you don't want me around."
Before you could even take a breath Minho was in front of you, with a harsh tug, he pulled you close, his eyes blazing with intensity as he stared into yours.
"Don't you dare say that," he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't think I care?"
Before you could form a response, Minho closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss. The anger and frustration melted away in an instant.
Caught off guard by his sudden change in demeanor, you found yourself melting into his embrace, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. In that moment, nothing else mattered—there was only Minho and the electrifying connection between you.
As you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more to Minho's harsh exterior than met the eye. And as you and Minho surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire, you knew that despite the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them together.
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Minho: I told Thomas I'm in love with him Newt: Great! What did he say? Minho: "Why?" Newt: Newt: Let me go talk to this insecure bitch.
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ok-i-need-a-life · 1 year
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Minho: Are you drunk?
Newt: No.
Minho: High?
Newt: No
Minho: Still a virgin?
Newt: *sighs* Yea.
Thomas eavesdropping: I can change that
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"Just one more, please?"
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Dom!Newt x Sub!Reader
summary : Newt is determined to pleasure you after a whole month but you're already begging for him to stop
warnings: this is pure smut, so please don't interact if you're a minor. you have been warned!!!
"newt, please, i can't do it anymore." you twitch as he overstimulated your core.
"you've done more, baby." newt pecked your tear-stained cheeks. "just one more, please?" he speed up his pace, trying to finish faster.
"i can't." you whine, sobbing out and curling your arms around his shoulders. "newtie, please." suddenly he speed up his pace even more faster and messily, making you turn into a moaning mess under him as you keep saying his name, begging for him to slow down.
suddenly he stopped his pace and pulled out, leaving just his tip inside of you.
"newt-"
"love, your making this so hard for me if you keep on calling my name so sweet like that" then he pushed his entire length inside you, his hips continue its fast rocking motion from before; determined to draw one last orgasm out of you.
"take a deep breathe, alright, angel? i promise you'll feel so much better later, hm?" he reasures you
"but-"
"just one more then we'll go do what ever you want, love" he added.
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ivys-cafe · 11 months
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📠 don't go dark
pairings: newt x thomas, female!reader is only mentioned
summary: newt finds it hard to cope after the group got separated with y/n. thomas helps him find hope.
timeline: wckd lab during scorch trials
genre: angst, hurt, comfort
warnings: established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, devastated newt
author's note 🧇
i've always imagined what it would be like if my oc got separated from the group. also i made y/n pregnant here. sorry if anyone is finding difficulty relating to that. it's just i've wrote a whole story before about my oc, and in my version the oc is pregnant with newt's baby in the glades. but i hope it doesn't take anything away from this scenario. i really want to highlight newtmas' friendship and all of its fluffiness. if you have any feedback, you can message me or write something on my ask. i would appreciate it very much.
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Newt slumped down onto the cold metal floor, his head buried in his hands. He feel his heart beating erratically in his chest. How could they be in the safe hands of WCKD, while the love of his life was still out there? Was she alone, scared, and in pain? He could hardly bear the thought.
He thought of you, your stubbornness and unyielding nature. He knew that you had made the decision to stay behind in the maze, not wanting to abandon your best friend Gally, but he couldn't help but regret not forcing you to go. He should have gone back for you, he should have done something.
But now, it was too late. He was stuck in the hands of WCKD, with no way of knowing whether y/n was even alive. The uncertainty was tearing him apart from the inside out, his mind racing with all the possibilities of what could be happening to you.
Were you in danger? Were you being hurt? The thought of you suffering alone, with no one to turn to, made his chest ache with a pain he had never felt before. Newt's anxiety spike, his thoughts are driving him insane. He knew he had to find a way to get you back, but he didn't know how.
Thomas sat down next to him, looking just as exhausted and defeated. "You okay, man?" he asked, trying to break the silence.
Newt scoffed bitterly. "How do you think I'm holding up?" he snapped. "I don't even know if she's alive or dead, and we're stuck in this damn place."
Thomas placed a hand on Newt's shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. "Maybe she's out there. We'll find her, Newt."
Newt jerked his shoulder away from Thomas' touch. "Oh, of course. How could I be so foolish? We'll just stroll out of here, past the guards and their guns, and find y/n wandering around outside the building. Simple as that." He shook his head, fear latched onto his trembling voice. "Face it, Tommy. We're trapped here. And we don't even know if y/n's alive or dead."
"Y/n's smart," Thomas stated with conviction. "She can handle herself out there, Newt."
Newt's body trembled as he shook his head, anger and grief mixing into a boiling pot of emotions inside of him. "You heard what those bloody cranks say, didn't you?" He hissed at Thomas. "The Scorch will chew us up and spit us out like we're nothing. And y/n..." His voice cracked, the anguish almost palpable. "She's out there, alone and pregnant. And I couldn't do anything to protect her."
Thomas frowned, his face etched with concern. "I know it's not ideal, but we have to keep moving forward. We have to keep fighting."
"You don't get it," Newt said, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to hold back tears. "You don't know what it's like to feel like you've lost everything,"
Thomas's face fell, his eyes betraying the pain he felt. "I do, Newt," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I lost my memories, my family, my entire life. We were all in the maze, fighting for our lives every day. I know it's not the same, but I understand loss. And I'm here for you, man. Whatever you need."
Newt's anger began to fade, replaced by a deep sadness. He leaned his head against the wall, feeling defeated. "I just miss her so damn much," he whispered, tears streaming down his face.
Thomas could see the pain on Newt's face, and he knew there was nothing he could say to take it away. He put his arms around his friend, holding him tight as Newt sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Newt. I'm so sorry," Thomas said softly. "But we can't give up. Not now. We have to keep fighting, for y/n, for ourselves, for everyone we've lost."
Newt pulled away from Thomas, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"We'll find her, Newt," Thomas asurres, his voice firm and resolute. "No matter what it takes, we'll find her and the rest of our friends."
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pixiexdusts-world · 1 year
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Y/n: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.
Thomas: You we’re flirting with Newt.
Y/n: So what? He’s my boyfriend.
Thomas: You asked him if he was single.
Y/n:…
Thomas: And then you cried when he said he wasn’t.
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miryum · 1 year
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Hi hi! i love your writing and i was wondering if you could do a newt x reader where newt explains his limp to reader and they pamper him for like a week and are super caring after they learn about his ykyk? 🫶🫶🫶
Thank you for your kind words! You are too kind!
Warnings: Established relationship, love confessions, sexual innuendos, Frypan being brotherly, all of the cheese. Didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted, but I hope you like it! 😬😅
“Hey Newtie,” you affectionately said, sitting down next to the boy. “Could I ask you something?”
“Anything, love,” Newt smiled kindly. He stretched out his legs, enjoying the heat off the monthly bonfire. 
Your lips quirked up stiffly, fully aware of what you were about to ask. However, the question had been pushing at you, wanting to burn its way out. “You don’t have to answer,” you started carefully, “but how did you get your limp?”
Newt’s face fell and you immediately knew you overstepped your boundaries. You had only been dating a couple weeks and didn’t want to make the boy feel uncomfortable. You shifted towards him as if to begin apologising. “Are you sure you wanna know?” He asked quietly, speaking before you could.“You’re not gonna see me the same after I tell you. I’ll be this ugly, delicate, depressed, misshapen monster-”
“Newt,” you cut him off. “You could never change in my mind. You will forever be my kind, loving, adorable Newt.”
Newt flickered a smile at you. “I jumped,” he said softly.
“You jumped?” You didn’t want to press him.
He nodded. “Th- There was this time, a couple years ago, when things got really bad.” He swallowed roughly and avoided your eyes. “I didn’t wanna go on so I ran into the maze, climbed a wall, and jumped.” His words hug, suspended in the air. All other sounds around you two faded, leaving a bubble of just you and Newt. After a deafening silence, Newt slowly continued, “Minho found me. He brought me back here and Clint and Jeff patched me up. But they said my leg would never be the same.”
“Do you wish it worked?” You asked before you could stop yourself. 
Newt sighed. His body was angled into you, and yours to him. An intimate position for an intimate conversation. While this would forever change your and Newt’s relationship, it would never be the reason you stopped loving him. If that was even possible. Only a couple weeks into this relationship and you already knew Newt was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
“At first, yeah,” he admitted. “When I woke up and realised nothing had changed except for a crippled leg, I wanted to run back and try again. But Alby and Minho made me go on. And then you showed up.” For the first time since you began this conversation, Newt looked at you. His brown eyes held a deep sadness, one you wanted to erase away and make him new again. But this experience had changed Newt. If you erased it, you would be erasing him. You couldn’t do that to the boy you loved. 
“I came up?” You wondered.
“You came up,” he confirmed. “And everything changed. You made the sun shine brighter, the grass grow greener, and the birds sing louder. You lit up the Glade. You lit up my life. And then I had a reason to be happy again. You changed everything.”
You melted. Reaching forward and grabbing Newt in a hug, you said, “You’re not a misshapen monster. Depression doesn’t make you ugly. I love you and nothing will ever change that.”
“You love me?” Newt broke the hug to look at you, a large, hesitant smile growing on his face.
You couldn’t meet his eyes and stammered out, “Well, I mean like, you know, we were friends before we started dating and I really loved and valued your friendship so yeah, I loved you then and ever since we started going out, I mean, love doesn’t go away, there’s different kinds of it. I don’t know if I love you romantically- I mean, of course I do, I love you a lot, but it’s too soon to tell you, so-”
Newt stopped your rambling with a kiss. You two had kissed before, but this felt different. More passionate and caring. More trusting. 
“I love you too, you know.” Newt confided, his lopsided grin making you want to kiss him again. So you did. 
“And nothing will ever change the way I feel.” You hugged him tightly, your bodies fitting together like they were meant to be.
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“Hey Fry,” Newt said, standing in line to get his food. “How’re you?”
“Your girlfriend’s fine,” Frypan rolled his eyes. “Seeing as that’s the information you really wanna know. She got up early this morning to make something special for the Glade.”
“Yeah, I know,” Newt frowned. “She was gone when I woke up.”
“Okay, ew.” Frypan shuddered, slopping some food into a bowl for Newt. “I don’t need to hear that.”
“Our hammocks are right next to each other, you shank!” Newt defended himself. “But what’d she do?”
“Made pancakes for everyone.” Frypan grinned, proud of his protege. He showed a plate to Newt, piled high with pancakes. “She made this plate just for you.” 
Newt carefully took it, his cheeks lighting up with a blush. Next to the delicious looking surprise of pancakes stood a piece of paper, folded in half. On the outside was a drawn heart and on the inside a scribbled note that said: Good morning! Hope you like the pancakes. Love, Y/n.
Frypan groaned as Newt stood there, smiling softly at the note. Fry said sternly, “Shuck off, man. You’re holding up the line!” 
Newt shook his head at the impatient cook, still beaming because of his girlfriend. Going to sit next to Thomas and Minho, his friends cheered when they saw him. “The man of the hour!” Minho cried, already on his second plate. He had put off running the maze to eat more of Y/n’s breakfast.
Puzzled, Newt asked them what they meant. 
“Clearly you did something to butter Y/n/n up,” Thomas mumbled through a mouth of food. “Because these are delicious. Word is that she made them for you but then decided to make them for all of us.”
“You’re the reason we have pancakes this fine morning.” Minho pointed his fork at Newt, “so whatever you’re doing, keep it up. Ask for waffles next.”
Newt rolled his eyes. “I’ll stop by to thank her later.”
“Good that.” Minho said. 
Eating quickly to see Y/n sooner, Newt hurriedly dumped his empty tray. Using his second- in- command rank to get out of fifteen minutes of early work, Newt knocked on the side door of the kitchen. 
Frypan opened it and once he saw who it was, closed it. 
“Fry!” Newt protested. 
“You’ll only distract her!” Frypan yelled back. “We need to start lunch.” 
“Let me talk to my girlfriend!” Newt shouted. He heard Y/n’s laugh from behind the door and he involuntarily smiled at the sound of it.
“Frypan,” he heard you say, “I’ve finished the dishes- I’ll be two minutes.”
“Yeah, cause that’s all the stamina he has,” Frypan muttered. 
Newt’s jaw dropped. The door suddenly opened and you pulled him away, chuckling nervously. “Did he just say-” 
“He didn’t say anything!” You said quickly. “Now, what did you wanna talk about? Is something wrong?” 
“Nothing’s wrong!” Newt assured you, “In fact, the opposite. I wanted to thank you for the pancakes. They were really good and everyone loved them.” 
“Well, I just thought that you needed a picker- upper after last night,” you shrugged. 
“What the shuck happened last night?!” Frypan’s voice cried through the door.
“Slim it!” You yelled in response. 
Newt then wrapped you in an unexpected hug. “Thank you,” he murmured. “You’re a really great girlfriend. I love you. And I love that I can finally say that.” 
You hugged him back. “I love you too, Newt,” you said. “And don’t you ever forget it.”
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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year
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Hi cutie <3, I would like to request headcanons for the maze runner boys on how would they flirt with you.
Wooo more headcanons. This one should be fun.
HOW THEY (ATTEMPT TO) FLIRT
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SUMMARY: See above. Gender neutral! Reader x All main boys.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, terrible flirting from teenagers, suggestive jokes.
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THOMAS
Thomas wouldn't be great at flirting.
He spends half the time talking to Newt or Minho, and he spends the other half of his time talking about the Maze.
He's either bouncing off of the Walls or obsessing over them.
It'd probably take a bit for him to even notice you properly.
But once he does- he'd spend every opportunity trying to talk to you.
He'd definitely be an awkward flirt.
Yanno, the type to try casually leaning on something, only to trip and fall.
Compliments would not come easily, and when they do, it'd be... something.
"Hey, (Y/N), you, uh, have you- I think you- your face, is uh, your face is good today."
Truly a poetic man.
That being said, he'd also be the protective and assistive type.
Shielding you from Grievers, arguing with Gally on your behalf and helping you with work are pretty common occurrences.
It's not Thomas's words that are his strong point of expressing his feelings (no matter how hard he'd try), but his actions.
The way he'd act and how passionate he is would definitely be more seductive than his failed flirting.
Though, that would still be cute.
NEWT
Newt would be a kind of casual, sarcastic flirt.
It'd be subtle.
Often more in passing looks and soft smirks, maybe even the odd friendly nudge.
He's not the type to straight up say anything, but when he does, compliments and comments roll off of his tongue like it's nothing.
Something that would probably leave you stunned before he'd swiftly move on.
"Those jeans look shuckin' good on you."
"What?"
"Nothin'."
This means you'd see a more playful side to him.
It's not like Newt is a cold or stoic guy. He's friendly and open, but the extra attention he'd give to you is what sets his feelings for you apart from everyone else's.
It'd be subtle, but if you know what you're looking for- it's not hard to tell.
MINHO
Minho would be a weird mix of Newt and Thomas- but twice as obvious.
Minho has no time for subtleties, nor does he care for it.
He's hitting on you.
And you're gonna know about it.
He'd be smooth with it as well.
Minho is confident and impatient, which makes for an interesting mix when he's hunting for someone's attention.
Though, it comes across as more of a joke than anything else.
His sarcasm (and fear of rejection) would lead into a more joking relationship where he'd end up in too deep to back out and admit that his attractions are genuine.
He'd still be smooth though.
Resulting in a flirtationship, that's actually just a joke, that's actually a flirtationship because Minho has smooth-talked himself into a corner.
"Yo, (Y/N), lookin' good today."
"Aren't I always?"
"Of course."
Definitely an amusing watch for the rest of the Glade.
GALLY
Gally would straight up just be bad at flirting.
He's too proud to give compliments or admit that he actually has human feelings.
So, his "flirting" ends up becoming bullying.
He'd just tease you, and think it would be playful and funny but he'd just fully be insulting you.
"Oi, shuck-face, watch it."
How he thinks this'll work is beyond me.
????
Strange behaviour.
But Gally isn't exactly known for his intelligence and good choices.
Though, he'd never admit his feelings, or even express them in a healthy way.
So, this is about as good as you're gonna get until he sucks it up and confesses.
FRYPAN
The man is a flirting GOD.
I will not be taking criticism on this.
(Might be biased 'cause Fry is a personal favourite of mine but shhhhh)
Frypan would absolutely shower you in compliments.
Kind of like how Minho would, except he is clearly genuinely earnest.
"You look lovely today, (Y/N)."
Would absolutely give you little treats and sneak you snacks.
Would give you the best food and put extra effort to make sure you're always satisfied with your meals.
It is his speciality, after all.
There's not much to say for him.
He'd just do everything possible to make you smile
ALBY
He wouldn't.
He would not flirt, he would just tell you he likes you and that would be it.
He does not have time for flirting.
You can make your decision about what to do about that.
But he will not flirt.
Sorry.
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Okay, another piece done. I've got a lot of requests to get through so yall are gonna have to bear with me.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy these dumb headcanons as much as I like writing them lol :))
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