#tmr imagine

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) Spending a Rainy Day With Him

(Author’s Note:  In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version...)

Thomas: Heavy rain usually puts most of the Glade jobs on hold.  Everyone will find a tree or covered structure to sit under and wait until the rain stops.  Wherever you are, Thomas will come find you.  He gently takes your hand in his, brown eyes meeting yours in a silent request.  You know that look very well.  With a smile, you nod.  The both of you go back to his hammock and climb in together, tangled up in a somewhat crowded mess of limbs, but it’s cozy.  He likes having you close like this.  Likes hearing your heartbeat, watching you breathe, and listening to you hum a gentle tune. It helps put him at ease.  He’ll lay there with your head on his chest as it rises and falls, his hand running up and down your back soothingly while you both listen to the rain on the roof. Every now and then, he’ll give you a squeeze or bestow a forehead kiss.  It’ll be a quiet time, at least for a little while.  After sorting through thoughts, he might start a conversation if you haven’t already.  It might be about your jobs.  It could be about the strange dreams either of you were having.  Or it could just remain quiet for a little longer.

Newt: When he feels the first drops fall on his cheek, he glances up with brows furrowed and lips parted to see if any more follow.  Upon realizing it’s the beginning of a downpour, he tells the others to pack up the tools and get out of the rain.  He’s already wondering if you found shelter already or not.  He’ll be keeping an eye out for you as he walks to the nearest structure. It’s not like he thinks you’re in any danger or anything.  He just wants to be sure you’re alright.  He’ll be glad when you do find him, and a little smirk of amusement will grace his lips when he sees the state you’re in.  Your clothes are a little wet from the dash in the rain, body shivering from the chill, and skin glistening.  Newt will put an arm around you and draw you to his warm side, remaining like that as you both stand at the edge of the covered structure and gaze out at the rainy Glade.  The time will be filled with quiet conversation with your faces inches apart, intent on each other’s pleasant company while the others goof around or chat behind you.  He’s not super crazy about kissing in front of others, but he’ll glance over his shoulder to make sure no one’s paying attention before leaning in for a tender kiss.

Minho: He’s just about to head into the Maze when the downpour starts.  Shuck.  Nothing like a rainy day to dampen a run.  If he gets caught in the rain while already in the Maze, it’s one thing.  But if it hits before he leaves, then he’ll just take the day off.  If he’s entirely honest, he doesn’t mind the break.  He heads back, removes his gear, and decides to pay you a surprise visit.  Runners are often up before most of the other Gladers, so it’s not surprising that you’re still in your hammock fast asleep.  Minho will greet you softly with a playful chirp in his tone, calling you by his own term of endearment.  When your eyes flutter open and you say his name in confusion, his heart just about leaps out of his chest.  He’ll tell you that it’s raining so he has the day off, and to move over.  You sleepily move over as much as you can so he has room to climb in with you, wrapping his arms around you.  He’s an early bird, so he probably won’t fall back to sleep right away.  He’ll enjoy watching you drift back into dreamland once more with the sound of rain tapping on the roof, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Gally: He is by no means a slacker, but he can’t defy the weather.  Being that the conditions aren’t the best for building, he’ll tell the other builders on his team to head inside.  He huffs a sigh of annoyance as he badly wants to finish this project.  The rain starts to wash away the sweat that glistened over his skin as he takes his time picking up tools and whatnot so they don’t get ruined.  Since he’s already soaked, he’ll go out of his way to find you wherever you took shelter.  He’ll ask around if any of those shanks taking shelter under the structure have seen where you went.  Someone will point, and finally, he’ll spot you making a dash across the Glade.  He’ll stand there with hands on his hips watching you approach.  You’re out of breath, but there’s a glimmer in your eye as you greet him.  His heart pounds and lips turn up in amusement as he wraps an arm around you for a brief hug, not wanting to make a scene in front of the other Gladers.  A midday snack is being passed around by Frypan, so the two of you sit shoulder-to-shoulder on a bench.  You’re talking with each other and your closest friends around you.  It was almost like a bonfire with jokes being made and laughter.  Gally cracks up at a silly comeback you made to Winston, and suddenly, the rain doesn’t feel like such an inconvenience to him anymore.

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[voidpetrova]

arrggggsh i know you did thomas smut the other day but what about his actual first time in an established relationship? maybe like he has been waiting for the perfect time because he dosent want to mess anything up because well.. we all know he's probably so inexperienced 😂

thomas fucked you hard, his first time was with you.

you were exhausted. you felt his hands under your ass, feeling the softness of your flesh as he slid himself deeper inside of you. you felt him stiffen inside of you, and then slowly withdraw his cock; sliding it down your legs, back into your cunt. you felt tears spring back to fill your eyes and your cheeks. he stood behind you, holding your shoulders. when he had pulled you close enough, he let his cock rest against your folds, embracing them gently. you felt him get harder as he played with your ass—you felt him rub his cock up and down your pussy a few times before using his cockhead to penetrate for a second time.

as he sank in, pressing harder against you, you felt your cunt squeeze him, the feeling of both of you making a wet sliding noise, then as he drove in to your depths again, it began.

“am i doing this right?” he whispered softly, his hands shaking as he held your hip with one hand, the other brushing your hair down your back gently. you could feel him shaking despite his hard cock burying itself inside you. he couldn't see it, but you smiled. “of course you are, tommy,” your words gave him the benefit of the doubt, offering him comfort as he began to fuck his cock into you once more. he had no experienced, didn't know much. the only thing he knew was that he wanted his first time to be with his girlfriend, and it was.

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[serafilms]

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

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.

the maze runner: apocalypse sassy man apocalypse

based off of the ybwm music video

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[majesty31]

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 | 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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

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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[d4yl1ghts]

welcome to the glade

minho x shy, fem!reader

summary: you struggle with adapting to the glade especially with being the only girl but a shank with great hair helps you out

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Abruptly, your eyes flickered opened as you took in your surroundings. You were in a rusty metal elevator with some sort of animal in you assumed from the noises you could hear somewhere beside you. Your breathing picked up as you had no clue where you were or why you were here. Tears pricked your eyes. You closed your eyes as you tried to wash them away. You took some deep breaths as silent tears trickled down your cheeks.

Bang. The elevator or whatever it was had hit something.

The roof of the box opened and you hastily shut your eyes as sunlight reached them. Whilst your eyes slowly adjusted to the light, you noticed about fifty adolescent boys staring down at you. You backed up into a corner, wanting to hide from the unwanted attention. Thud. You slowly glanced up and saw an older boy watching you curiously.

He had sticky-up black hair that was perfectly styled. You didn’t know how it looked like that… surely they wouldn’t have hair products here. You gazed at his toned muscles and finally his well-structured face. He was so pretty. You fought to hide the blush creeping up your face.

He dropped down to his knees gracefully. “Hey.”, he whispered cautiously to you. You simply stared at him. “You need to get out of here. I promise it’s way nicer out there than in here. Well… except for the annoying teenage boys.”, he stated playfully. He held out his hand for you to take. You grabbed his hand as he hoisted you up and helped you out of the metal box.

Once you were out, you quickly looked around at the field and you couldn’t help but stare at the boundless walls that seemed to cover the whole community. You then realised all the boys were looking you up and down like a hungry predator and you kept your eyes to the ground. The boy in front of you glared at the others who were looking at you.

You’d come to a halt. An older looking guy walked up to you with a hint of confusion set in his eyes. “A girl?”, he asked to the boy beside you. “Yeah, there wasn’t a note or anything.”, he responded. “Hmm, okay.”, he replied. “I’m Alby and I’m the leader around here and that’s Minho.”, he paused as he pointed next to you. “He’s the keeper of the runners.”, he added. You didn’t know what a ‘runner’ was but you just nodded your head along anyway.

“Minho, you can go now, I’ll show her around.”, he dismissed Minho. The young man named Alby guided you around the ‘Glade’ was what he had said it was called. You found out that for now you’d be sleeping in your own room away from all the boys. You were happy about that at least. He’d also mentioned that everyone here had a job today and tomorrow you’d be starting your trials to see which one you’d be the best at.

That was yesterday. You were currently gardening with a sweet boy named ‘Newt’. You had been worried about starting the job but it turned out that your mind was making it seem worse than it was.

Before long, Minho walked towards you both and called you over for lunch. You sat next to Minho as he was probably the person you had talked to the most except for Alby. “How was being a track-hoe?”, he asked. “It was okay.”, you simply stated. He gazed at you. “Do you know what job you’re trialing tomorrow?”, he questioned softly. “Mhm, I’m going to cook tomorrow.”, you answered. “Cool.”, he said in response.

“What job do you have? A runner, was it? What’s that?”, you asked as you suddenly remembered. “I don’t think I’m meant to tell you this yet but what they don’t know can’t hurt.”, he paused. “Have you noticed the massive walls? Well, of course you have, who hasn’t?”, he chuckled lowly. You nodded. “There’s a maze out there and it’s my job to run into it every day and try to find a way out of here.”, he stated with a proud look on his face.

“There’s a maze?”, you repeated in shock. “Mhm. My job is pretty dangerous but I’m quite strong and fast so I’m fine.”, he said cockily. Your cheeks blazed. “You’re very quiet.”, he observed. This caused your cheeks to set on fire. “I know.”, you muttered. “I like it though. I need someone to talk to and just have them listen.”, he confessed honestly.

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[boy-cow000]

Imagine newt survived. Imagined he woke up after it all, standing in the rubble. Wandering around dilapidated buildings and the ruins of the last city only to realize he is seemingly the last one left. Not knowing that the rest of the saved children had already arrived at the safe heaven. Only seeing the hoard of undead soaring around him in waves.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Sneak

Media TMR

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Cute + Smutty

Concept Sharing Hammocks

Smut Cuddles / grinding / kissing / fondling / overexcitment/

I waited eagerly and rather impatiently. I sat on top of the watchtower, I was always last to sleep and the boys knew I had a habit of sitting up on the watchtower till everyone else was asleep. Watching as the homestead slowly darkened as each lamp was extinguished. I had my own little private space but it was on the edge of the deadheads, yes it was away from eyes but it was dirty, damp, and muddy. My hammock is strong between two trees with a wooden box for all my things. It was nice to have a little privacy being the only girl but I felt lonely and somewhat abandoned out there most nights. But I had myself a solution. 

Once I saw the last light go out plunging the glade into utter darkness I smiled. 

I waited a few minutes more listening to the sounds of the boys snoring mixed with that of the maze changing beyond the walls. 

Once I was sure all the boys were asleep I quietly climbed down the tower. I didn't bother to light my lantern as I knew this path was like the back of my hand. 

 I headed through the glade's grass past the kitchen, past the bathrooms, past the benches and post. Until I reached the homestead. 

The tall messy structure the boys had created to house them all, hammocks hung from every place they could be hung. 

I made sure to slip off my shoes walking in the grass and dirt on my tiptoes to avoid making noise I moved through the maze of hammocks all full of sleeping glades until I reached what I had been so eager for.

The center of the homestead were the keepers all slept being the earliest boys here they of course took up the center with the most space between them, they each had fabric covers hung from trees to hide their hammocks so they each has their own space and privacy. I snuck around making sure not to be seen or heard as I made my way to my most favorite place. 

I ducted under a cover to make sure I wouldn't be spotted and I smiled widely at the hammock before me.

The dirty old once red fabric hammock hung from two trees with the curtains hung around so it was impossible to see other hammocks from here, in the hammock laid such a cute sweet sight.

The thing second in command laid on his back his head on a small pillow half the size of the other boys under his neck to keep his head up, his fluffy blonde hair out of place a little where he had been messing with it all day, his eyes closed gently his mouth hung open slightly, his hoodie on the floor by his shoes, leaving only his orange vest to protect his body, his chest slowly rising and falling with each gentle rested breath, his arm over his stomach lazily the other hung off the hammock towards the the floor, his legs stretched as much as they could in the little hammock another pillow the same size as the other under his bad ankle giving it a gentle support. 

I smiled, setting my shoes down too and going over fixing some hair from his face.

I moved closer and pressed a little kiss to his dirty forehead he stirred a little but not enough to really move. 

So I slipped off my hoodie setting it down with my shoes before I gently climbed into his hammock making sure not to tip it or to push on him too hard until I was laid ontop of him one leg down between his own the other up around his hip, my head on his chest my arms snuggly around him immediately I felt so safe, so secure and happy. 

I did this alot, ever since we shared a small drunken nap cuddle in the grass a few bonfires ago, ever since I had been sneaking in for cuddles, he didn't know I always came after he was asleep and of be gone long before he woke up, plus he works so hard on the gardens that he sleeps like the dead. So I'm always able to climb in and cuddle.

I don't think he minds as he never seems bothered by me.

And as usual as I laid nuzzled into his chest his arms slowly shifted coming and wrapping around me holding me to his body.

I felt so happy, so secure and safe, so relaxed and peaceful I could have stayed cuddled here forever. 

I got a lovely night sleep as I always did but woke to the sun starting to make its way above the walls so I sat up with a yawn having to carefully peel his arms from around me as I sat up completely, "ummmm good morning newt," I smiled giving his cheek a little kiss before I tried to climb out however I leaded my weight a little too far and the whole hammock tipped over throwing me and newt onto the ground "oww" I complained

"Ahhh- what the" he complained sitting up a little rubbing his head from the fall "ahhh! Y/n!" He yelped grabbing his hoodie and for some reason covering himself… not sure why? 

"Hi" I smiled 

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" 

"Uuuuuuuhhh"

"And why am I on the ground?" 

".... earthquake?" I suggest

"Y/n?" He warns 

".... I may have snuck into your hammock last night"

His eyes went wide "you what?!" He asks but then realized his volume this early "you did what?" 

"I snuck into your hammock while you were sleeping"

"....why?"

"For cuddles."

"For a cuddle?"

"Ummm humm" I nodded "ever since we fell asleep together by the gardens I've been sneaking in. I feel really safe and cosy when I sleep with you" 

"Awww, that's really sweet y/n." He smiled  "you could have just asked. You're more than welcome to come cuddle with me if you want to" 

"I am?"

"Of course you are. I was wondering who I've been cuddling the last few weeks. I thought I was imagining it" he says "that doesn't answer why were both now on the floor?"

"The hammock tipped"

"Ahhh. That makes sense" he nods "did you wanna maybe keep cuddling? At Least till we have to go to work?"

"I'd like that" I smiled 

He happily got up and got settled back in the hammock then opened his arms for me so I happily climbed back in how I was nuzzling into his chest "I see why you like cuddling in here. It's nice" he Cooes stroking my hair 

"It's very nice, my favorite place in the world" I smiled 

"It might just be mine too" he Cooes

"Wake me when it's time for work"

"I will. Sleep tight y/n" he says giving my head a kiss 

"Goodnight newt"

"Night" 

I groaned a little as my body knew it was time for work, I stirred a little already mad as I didn't to get up, and my stirring seemed to wake him too 

"Umm?" 

"It's time for work"

"It is? Ummm five more minutes love" he complained hugging he tighter 

"No come on or we'll cuddle all day"

"I don't have any objections" 

"Newt come on Alby will come kick your butt of you don't get up"

"Fine" he sighed "for me to get up I need you to get up love. Your on top of me." 

"I'm working on it" 

"You don't seem to be working on it very hard?" 

"And your jumping out of bed?"

"That's because in cuddled up with you, why would I wanna rush away from something so cosy" he says kissing my head 

"See that's why I'm not moving"

"Come on, Its bacon for breakfast today" he reminds 

"So you want bacon more then cuddles?" I pouted 

"Ummm don't make me choose love" he sighed "hey? If I sit up that'll wake us both up."

"It would"

"I'll do it. For a kiss?"

"Really?"

"Just a little kiss?"

"Alright" I smiled moving a little so I could see him "hi"

"Hi"

I smiled and leant in pressing a soft kiss to his lips he happily kissed back tightened his arms around me his hands settled in the small of my back and my waist gently stroking my skin as we softly kissed the soft sound of our lips clacking slightly as they moved Against one another the only sound in the whole glade but the wind in the trees and the kitchens starting up breakfast till I slowly pulled back he did try and lean back in clearly desperate for our kisses to continue

"Don't make me go"

"What? Youre the one who wants your breakfast?"

"I know, don't make me leave you" he says stroking my cheek and pulling me back to kiss him till I pulled back

"Come on newt. Or no cuddle tonight" I warn sitting up to have a stretch

"Fine. I wait up for you this time"

"You better" I smiled leaning down to give him a kiss "newt?"

"Yes love?"

"Is that your belt pressing into me?" I asked given as I sat up in his hims indefinite felt something pressing against me 

He blushed a little but bit his lip slightly before he chuckled "that's not my belt love"

"Isn't it?"

"No it is not" he smirked tugging me back to kiss him our kiss more giggly and playfully

"Newt! Your late!" We heard from behind the curtain but we barely had time to move as Alby came around into newts little hammock space clearly mad he was late for work and all I had managed to do was sit up.

So as far as Alby was concerned he just walked into see newt on his hammock, me sat up on his lap, his arms around my waist both of us clearly been kissing with our hoodies and shoes on the floor. 

He looked us over and we both turned red the only thing either of us could manage was newt very quickly sitting up and blurting out 

"It's not what it looks like" he yelped 

Unfortunately given I was still sat on newts hips, as he sat up he was squarely faced with my boobs in my small vest shirt as the shirt had fallen considerably in our resting and now left little to the imagination especially given my one bra was in the wash, something he noticed as soon as he had uttered those words and now was unable to focus on anything else being meer inches from me and clearly excited by that as the stiffness below me hardened even more. It was obvious he was desperate to kiss me and get his hands or well get anything of his on my shirt. 

"Newt gardens now. Y/n laundry. I'll deal with you both later" he demanded "and if your gonna do that do it in y/n's hammock"

"Yes Alby" he both nodded and he quickly left us alone 

"Come on or we really will get on trouble" I giggled trying to climb down 

"No no no. Come on love please. Just five more minutes" he pleads grasping me quickly and firmly trying to tug me back closer to him almost pulling me against his chest kissing my jaw and down my neck even across my chest

 at first I merely giggled "newt-"

"Just five more minutes love I promise." He groans in his over excitement even starting to grind his hips against my own until one of his hands grabbed my ass and I immediately stopped him pushing him away grabbing his wrists to force him away from me 

"Newt!"

He breaths "Your right. Your right. I'm sorry." He says calmly "I was thinking with the wrong head for a moment I apologize" he says moving his own hands back 

"Thank you" I nodded "be careful with that"

"I'll try. Sorry"

"It's fine. Maybe we can play around with other heads suggestions after lights out" I smiled tapping his nose and giving his lips a kiss 

"Umm don't encourage me love" he smirked "I'm gonna have to go to the shower aren't I?" He sighed

"I think so" I nodded "sorry newt" I told him climbing out and getting my hoodie on 

"It's fine love. It's where you normally send me anyway" he winked getting his own hoodie on as he climbed out too "so, how about I come see you tonight?"

"You'll see me later? At break time and lunch atleast" I laughed getting my shoes on 

"I know I'll see you around the glade but. How about I meet you at your hammock tonight after lights out?" He asks getting his shoes on 

"I'll be waiting"

"You better be" he smirked giving me a gentle kiss "see you later love"

"See you later newt" I smiled before we each headed off to work.

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[when-worlds-end-archive]

Get Your Hands Off My Girlfriend

A/N - New fandom! New fandom alert! Time to write for one of my favorite TMR characters, the fluffy little newty boy! So very very excited, especially since I haven’t taken part in this fandom in a while! Let’s jump right in the chaos! Enjoy! :)

Day 15 of Writer’s Block Challenge

Pairing(s) : Newt x Female!Reader

Summary : The newest green bean hits on you, not realizing that you already have a boyfriend, the glade’s second in command, Newt.

Warning(s) : Male persistence/harassment, a couple swear words.

Word Count : 797

“Go on a date with me.”

Ever since the newest green bean had arrived in the glade, he’d been after you. Ever breakfast, every lunch, every dinner, even in between, it was always the same question. If he were asking anyone else, they would have been annoyed. You however, didn’t care that much, you were very good at blocking people out. It was something you’d gotten used to, being the only girl.

“I’ll pass,” you respond, the same answer you’d given him every time.

“Just one date,” he tries again, “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

You highly doubted that. Anyone that persistent normally couldn’t keep any of the promises they made, they just made them so that people would say yes. You weren't going to.

“No means no, Greenie,” Newt pipes up from across the table, pausing from his food to tell the newbie off.

“Let the lady speak for herself,” the boy fired back.

“Like I said before,” you took a bite out of your sandwich, “I’ll pass.”

As you chewed on your food, you could see the cogs in his mind turning, trying and failing to understand why your response was the one that it was. People like him just couldn't take no for an answer.

“You’re just saying that because Newt and Minho are here. I’ll be back to ask you again later,” with that, he finally leaves, allowing you to peacefully finish your meal.

“I truly don't understand how you’re able to tolerate it,” Minho wonders in amazement.

“Lots of practice, Minho. Lots and lots of practice.”

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“I want to tell him off,” Newt stated when you were laying in the grass far away from the rest of the graders, your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you.

“We’re not supposed to be dating,” you remind him of the rule Alby had set, one to keep the peace amongst all the boys.

“Fuck that rule,” he mutters, shoving his nose into your hair, “it’s a stupid rule.”

You couldn’t deny that statement so you lean up to kiss him instead, your senses immediately sharpening as you feel every sensation; the early summer breeze blowing past you, the grass brushing your legs, the beating of his heart beneath your hand.

“Just do your best,” you say when the kiss finally ends, “neither of us want to be scolded by the man in the charge.”

“Fair enough.”

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It as during a meeting that he asked you again, sliding in beside you, bumping Thomas out of the way. He truly had the worst timing, talking to you when you were focusing on other things, other tasks.

“Go out with me?”

“No.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“No.”

“Why are you playing so hard to get?”

“Why are you talking to me when Alby is making an important announcement?”

Surprising even to you, your patience was beginning to wear thin. Normally you could hold up a lot longer against the advances of the newest green bean but there was something about this boy that ticked you off. Maybe it was the consistency at which he asked you, maybe it was the timing of when he asked you, maybe it was the way he asked you, you truly didn’t know. You just knew that it bugged you.

Wanting to get away from him, you silently begin making your way over to Gally, knowing he’d protect you from the unwanted advances. You didn’t get far however when the boy’s hand wrapped around your wrist, keeping you rooted in place.

“Release me,” you grit out.

“Not until you say yes,” he responds, looking at you expectantly. He fucking expected you to say yes.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend,” a voice rang out. Newt.

At this point, the meeting had been put on pause, everyone’s eyes and ears on you as Newt stalked over, a murderous look in his eyes. It had been a very long time since you’d seen this look.

“What?” The boy stammered out, “girlfriend?”

“Are you deaf as well as dumb?” Newt asked, coming to stand beside you, his arm wrapping around your waist protectively.

“I, I,” the poor guy didn’t seem to know what to say.

“I’ll let you off with a warning this time, but if you ever touch her again, I will shove you into the maze myself.” Everyone in the room knew Newt wasn’t kidding, he never made threats unless he absolutely meant them.

“Yes sir,” he turned and fled to the other side of the room, much like a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs.

“With that out of the way, let’s resume out meeting,” Alby called out as you kissed Newt’s cheek in thanks, “and Newt?”

“Yes?”

“You both are in trouble.”

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[justanobsessedfangirl]

A Mission - The Maze Runner Imagine

Request from Anonymous: i loved ur 'how you meet' preferences!! could you write a griever slaying fem reader? i know this sounds wack but hear me out she comes straight out the box running for the hills and instead of stopping when they tell her not to go in there she runs straight in. minho or one of the other runners find her killing a griever and theyre like what the FUCK and he drags her back to the glade like why is there a girl here why was she killing a griever and everyone is like what the FUCK just everyone being confused and bewildered at the first girl in the glade being batshit crazy

Author's Note: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

Word Count: 2.2k

I have a mission.

It's the first thing you remember when you wake up in this cramped box, and for a while, it's the only thing you can think.

I have a mission.

The details come to you in fragments. You know you'll have to run. You're ready for that, pacing around the rising room to keep your muscles warm.

I have a mission.

There's going to be danger, that you're sure of. The scars on your body that you have no memory of getting make you wonder if this isn't the first time you've had a mission like this. There's a long one that snakes along your calf, like someone wrapped a curl of barbed wire around your leg. Your hands are littered with tiny, long-healed cuts. When you flex your fingers, you feel strong. Hardened.

I have a mission.

The room shudders to a stop. The far half of the ceiling opens up and daylight pours in. You sink further into the shadows. The light stings your eyes, and the gentle hum of the ascent has been replaced by clamoring voices and the sound of constant movement. The box shakes with the thud of someone landing inside.

I have a mission.

You dart across the room, hearing the voices change to shock and confusion, and leap for the wall. Your fingers just barely grip the top. Your feet scrabble for purchase on the slick surface, but you're determined, you're quick, you're strong, and this is your mission so you must succeed.

You haul yourself out of the box. A mob of teenage boys stands in front of you, all around you, some laughing, some glaring, many simply confused. You run at them and they scramble away. For a strange, detached moment, you feel like a queen walking to her throne, the lords parting before her in deference, cheering.

There is no cheering as you sprint across the grass.

"He's making a run for it!" someone says, cackling.

"I think that was a girl," comes a different voice.

You run faster. Your eyes have adjusted to the brightness and you can see the blue sky, the grassy ground, and the hulking stone walls boxing you in.

Escape one box and run right into another, you think, and then, I have a mission.

There are a few breaks in the walls, massive doorways leading into a mystery. You're heading for the closest one. Behind you, there are loud footfalls and cries for you to "Stop! Don't go in there!" It sounds like someone tells you to "Stop being such a shank," but his words are choppy, confusing, and all you want is to complete your mission.

The entrance is so close, just a few more seconds of all-out sprinting, when you feel the heavy presence of someone behind you. Someone who wants to grab you. Who wants to stop you.

Without planning to, you come to a dead stop and drop into a crouch. The person behind you was too close, they can't stop soon enough, their shin collides with your back as they trip over you and slam to the ground in front of you.

You're back running before you can take a close look at him. Every muscle in your body is moving with instructions you haven't given, implementing lessons you don't remember teaching. Your surroundings are entirely new, entirely foreign—and yet, there's an uncanniness to everything you see. The colors and the season and the people are wrong. But the bones of this place, those are familiar. Especially, you realize as you enter the gap between the walls, the maze.

For the first time, your steps falter. The walls are gray stone and decked in ivy. That's wrong. They should be…they should be…

You want to shiver, the memory flees, all you know is the mission.

You sprint and take a left at the four-way intersection. All of the voices have faded. No one seems to be coming after you as you make your way down corridors, following a path that's branded like fire in your mind.

Straight. Right. Right. Left. Straight. Left. Right. Right. Straight. Straight. Straight. Left.

Here.

Here is a dead end. The walls are so thick with ivy you can barely see the stones. The air is still as a graveyard. You stand, panting, trying to remember what comes next.

From atop the wall, there's a clicking noise. You look up.

The creature is hideous, all mechanical limbs and throbbing, human-like skin. You half-expect giant wings to unfurl from its back (why? The memory slips away like a shadow) but instead it starts climbing down the ivy, whirling and clicking. Razor-sharp barbs glint along its body. Its mouth, a maw of metal, gnashes hungrily.

You remember what you have to do.

The boys find you faster than you thought they would. You hear them round the corner as the monster shrieks its death knell. Its mechanical body curls in like the husk of a bug. Blood drips down your arm, getting on the wires that droop from the metal disk you're holding. It's still warm from the creature's chest cavity, where it had been nestled like a heart. The disk is pockmarked with flashing dots of light. They blink at you a few times, the pause between each growing longer, and then they wink out. The creature at your feet, speared by its own jagged limb, falls silent.

"What the fuck."

The boy isn't asking, you realize as you turn around, the metal disk slipping from between your blood-slicked fingers. He has dark hair and dark eyes and an athlete's build, all lean muscle and confidence. His gaze darts from you to the monster, then back to the monster.

He's flanked by two others, one with shaggy brown hair and freckles who looks to him in deference, and the other, dark-skinned and serious, who steps forward, side-by-side with the speaker.

"Minho," commands the dark-skinned boy, "check that the Griever's really dead."

The boy who spoke first nods and starts toward you, trepidatious at first, then more sure as sees the monster (the Griever?) more clearly. "Definitely looks dead," he says. "I don't know how she's not."

Their stares feel like drills boring into your skin. Your back aches, hot with blood, and the muscles in your legs are tightening up. Your mission is done, you should feel happy, but you're still here in this strange, wrong, too-familiar place, and the adrenaline that had been fueling you is fading. You want to go home. You want your sleeping bag, covered in a blanket of fur and nestled in the—the—Gone. The memory is gone.

I had a mission, you think. And then you say it out loud, testing the words on your tongue, "I had a mission."

The boy closest to you, the one who'd been called Minho, stares at you like you've grown a second head. "You're jacked," he says with a breathy, perplexed chuckle.

The insult is on your lips before you can remember where it comes from: "Crackhead."

Minho lets out a booming laugh, then turns to the other boys. "Can we keep her, Alby?"

The serious boy, Alby, frowns deeper. "We need to hold a Gathering. Thomas, go tell Newt. We'll be right there."

The third boy, the one with brown hair and freckles, nods warily. He takes one last look at you and sprints back the way he came. You watch him go, ignoring the boys he left behind until you hear a clatter of metal.

Your body jerks into action, spinning around and putting your hands up, ready to fight the Griever again if you have to. But it was just Minho kicking the creature's body, poking and prodding at its innards.

"What's your name?" Alby asks from behind you.

You turn and back up a few steps so you can keep both boys in your field of vision. Minho is crouched over the Griever. Alby is staring at you, his gaze heavy, solemn. Distrustful. 

"Y/N," you tell him.

Minho pries the Griever's jaw open. His voice echoes off the metal tunnel of the Griever's throat as he asks, "How'd you avoid getting stung?"

Before you can answer, Alby cuts in, voice sharp and angry. "Where did you come from? What do you mean mission?"

Your body aches. You don't want to be here, standing over a mutated, cybernetic monster, being questioned by strangers. "I don't know. I can't remember anything."

"You remembered more than we did," Alby fires back.

Minho straightens up. "Let's get her back to the Glade, Alby. She can answer at the Gathering."

You hate their lingo, want to spit on all of the slang you don't understand because you know the words that should be there instead (it's not called the Glade, it's called the…) but you can't find the words, so you jog with them through the maze, following Minho, Alby a few paces behind you. They have you locked in. There's an urge to break away from them at one of the intersections. You could push Minho into the wall and sprint past him, only where would you go? 

"What is this place?" you ask as you run.

Minho glances back at you. He looks apprehensive, but there's a curious glint in his eyes. "We're in the Maze. Although, you really shouldn't be in here, Greenie." Looking forward again, he speaks in a louder voice, "Clearly you're a rule-breaker."

You still kind of want to push him.

As you get closer to the "Glade," you hear the murmur of voices. It gets louder and louder, until you can see the door at the end of the corridor and, beyond it, a swarm of boys. Somehow, they get even more raucous as you get closer. Their shouts blur together, meaningless words and sounds filling the air. They clamber into each other, everyone wanting to get closer, no one willing to step into the Maze.

"Out of the way, shanks!" Minho yells.

Boys push and pull, slinging insults and questions, and somehow the mass of chaos becomes two distinct groups, one on each side of you.

Minho leads you across the grass to a rustic building. It's practical and sturdy, all of the effort put towards making a building that won't fall, none left to make it inviting. Inside is quieter. For a second, you're grateful because the blood rushing in your ears and the pain singing across your body is enough noise. But as you follow Minho into another room, the air grows thick and tense. Every breath feels like you could choke on it.

Eleven boys sit in a semicircle, two empty seats amid the line. In the middle of the room is a single empty chair.

Your stomach sinks. Your feet pulse with pain.

Alby enters behind you, jerking his chin at the chair in the center. "That's yours." He watches and waits until you slowly walk to the chair and sink into it.

Your skin feels hot. You're acutely aware of the blood on your clothes, the sweat on your body. You feel like a science experiment, everyone examining you, anticipating your reactions so they can write them down, dissect them, find the answers they want. Mouth dry, you swallow and wait.

Alby and Minho take their seats, Minho beside the third boy from the Maze, the one Alby called Thomas.

"Who—"

"Why—" 

"She's a—" 

"We can't trust—"

"She killed a Griever." Alby's voice rises above the rest, the stern tone of a leader.

The other boys erupt into more questions. They bounce off the walls. You don't know who to look at, gaze darting from boy to boy until you land on the blond next to Alby. He's one of the few that isn't speaking, his brown eyes boring into yours. You don't know if he sees fatigue, fear, or anger on your face, but he gives a slight nod, almost to himself, and holds up a hand.

"Slim it!"

The others get out a few more unanswered questions before falling silent.

"What do you remember?" the blond asks, his words tinged with a familiar accent. You can't place where you've heard it, who you've heard it from, but you remember that she had blonde hair too, and…The thought fades away.

"I know I had a mission," you say. It's as simple as that, but the boys stare at you like you're speaking another language.

"What does that even—"

"Who gave you—" 

"Where the fuck did you come from?"

The blond again holds his hand up against the barrage of questions. 

The large boy to your left who spoke last scoffs and protests, "Let us ask, Newt. I know how we can get some answers."

Biting your tongue to keep more insults, origins unknown, from bursting out, you add the name to your memory, filing it with the others. The boy with the accent is Newt. The leader is Alby. You followed Minho through the Maze. And the third boy from the Maze who sits beside Minho, eyebrows furrowed together, his name is—

Thomas stands up. He looks far away, his eyes distant and unfocused. The room slowly quiets down.

"What is it, mate?" Newt asks.

Thomas doesn't look at him. For a few seconds, he just stares at the wall. Then his eyes snap to you. "She shouldn't be here."

The large boy grins, a harsh, twisted thing. "The Greenie's growing a brain."

Thomas doesn't react. Your eyes are locked with his, your breath stuck in your chest. Should you stop him? Should you beg him to continue? You don't have time to do either. Thomas stares at you and speaks.

"She's from Group B."

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[that-tmr-girl]

TMR Smut Imagines

(Book spoilers)

Imagine being railed by either Thomas, Newt, or Gally in their WCKD suit

Imagine being pissed at Gally after seeing him again but forgiving him after he fucks you softer than he ever has

Imagine you get upset after seeing Thomas and Brenda kiss so he gives you apology head

Imagine Newt sneaks away with you on Greenie night and fingers you where nobody will see

Imagine when Newt's in the beginning stages of being a Crank he ends up going rougher than ever before

Imagine Minho taking you against the Maze wall

Imagine being a subject at WICKED and sneaking into the work room to screw Aris or Teresa

Imagine being another WICKED worker and one of them fingers you under the table at a meeting

Imagine getting mad after Teresa and Aris's kiss so whoever you're going with proves that they're yours and yours only

Imagine expecting Aris to be vanilla only to find out he's kinky

Imagine Aris sneaks into your room at WCKD and figures out how he can make you cum in just a few minutes

Imagine a worker walks in to check on everything in WCKD and Aris just keeps going down on you on a top bunk

Imagine not being able to keep your eyes off of Aris after he gets rescued by WCKD so he starts subtly teasing you

Imagine after reconnecting with Group B Sonya, Harriet, or Aris missed you so much they fuck you harder than they ever have

Imagine Brenda discovering she has a hair pulling kink when she's growing it out

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[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) You Challenge Him To Spar at the Bonfire

(Author’s Note:  In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version...)

- - - -

Thomas: He'd raise his brows.

"Really? You sure?"

After you reiterate that you're certain, and you do a few warm-up stretches to prove your point, he gives a shrug and joins you in the ring. He holds off at first and lets you get in a few good moves before deciding he wanted to end it.

You end up on the ground with him trying to hold back a smirk.

You take advantage of his gloating to maneuver around in order to flip him. He gives you an impressed wide-eyed look as he brushes the dust off his clothes and gets up.

- - - -

Newt: He refuses at first, insisting humorously you'd definitely kick his rear before taking a sip of Gally's special beverage.

After some pleas and playful teasing, you may just get him in the ring. Newt chuckles at your enthusiasm. You might get him in a difficult hold if you capitalize on his injury, but Newt is quick to turn the tables.

His expression turns serious as he gazes into your eyes, and your taunts are long over in the heated moment.

And then he helps you to your feet like a gentleman.

- - - -

Minho: He gets a big kick out of your challenge. He can't help but smile and chuckle as he takes a ready stance. You catch him off guard with the first move, causing him to be seriously impressed. He realizes that you're not only adorable but a worthy opponent, so he ups his game.

There's a back and forth dance in the ring, as Minho is still having fun with it. Finally, the match concludes with a swift strike on your part, getting him in a hold. Minho gives a conceding shrug, barely holding back a smile.

"Alright, you got me."

- - - -

Gally: He watches you enter the ring with hands resting on his hips, brows raised. He's still out of breath from the previous match.

"I'm not going to take it easy on you," he warns.

Then he proceeds to take it easy on you.

As Keeper of the Builders, Gally is no joke. You realize quickly that the only reason the match isn't over already is because he hasn't decided to end it yet.

This both touches your heart and also spurns you on simultaneously. You decide to go on the offense, just so Gally knows he can't go that easy on you.

He gets the message pretty quickly. Even so, you find yourself out of the ring in the next instant. He can't help but look impressed, and he notices immediately the determination in your eyes.

"Wanna' go again?"

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[voidpetrova]

I loved your 'dating Thomas would included! Could you do one for Minho as well please?

‧₊˚❀‧minho love love loves to be adventures more than the next runner—he makes the best out of what he has and takes you hiking, on obstacle courses, and pretty much anything involving the great outdoors

‧₊˚❀‧loves teasing you, whether it's in bed, or tickling you just to hear you laugh

‧₊˚❀‧sharing training sessions together gosh he'd teach you everything about anything

‧₊˚❀‧after a long day in the glade, you'd have deep and meaningful conversations with minho under the stars, sharing your hopes, fears, and dreams

‧₊˚❀‧sometimes, you wouldn't need words to communicate. just sitting together in silence, knowing you have each other's backs, would be enough

‧₊˚❀‧he loves it when you play with his hair, he loves the feeling of your nails trailing alongside his neck and back

‧₊˚❀‧minho's protective nature would shine through in your relationship, and he'd always make sure you're safe in a world filled with obstacles

‧₊˚❀‧you'd celebrate every small victory in the maze, whether it's solving a puzzle or successfully navigating a tough section, making the most of every moment

‧₊˚❀‧so so gentle in bed—a lot of, “this okay, sweetheart?” snd even more, “tell me if i'm being too rough, 'kay?”

‧₊˚❀‧you are his rock. you are the person he's most vulnerable with, whom he can cry in front of without feeling an ounce of pressure or shame

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[rivthejellyfish]

Wasn't Planning On It

Word count: 1301

Hurt/Comfort

Newt x reader

Navigation

Warnings: Swear words, knife, sexual assault

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  "Hurry, there's a bonfire tonight, don't want you to miss too much of it." Y/N nodded, a smile on their face as they followed his instructions, picking up the tools. Newt smiled back and walked away. Newt suppressed his own smile, knowing that Minho would only make fun of him for it. However, as always, he was unsuccessful. 

  "Hey there lover boy!" Minho said, throwing his arms around Newt's shoulder. Every two weeks, runners take a day off. They switch days, just to make sure there's always someone in the maze gathering intel. Sadly for Newt, this meant that Minho had seen the entire interaction. "Is it true you two spend most of your time together? Been hearing some rumors around the bend." Newt rolled his eyes, shoving Minho off. 

  "Shut it shank," Newt muttered. Minho laughed. 

  "Only ‘cause you asked so nicely," He said. Newt and Minho talked for a bit. The fire was lit, however, there was no sign of Y/N. No one saw this as strange, considering Y/N did tend to be more of a quiet person, so no one was truly worried. Y/N had also talked about being tired during the day, so it could easily be led to the conclusion that they simply decided to go to sleep early. On the other hand, Newt knew them better than that. Even if they had gone to sleep, they would've said goodnight first. However, whenever Newt voiced his concerns to his friends he got the same response. 

  "Damn, Newt, so clingy."

  "Leave the girl alone, she needs a break."

  "Stop being a worry wart."

  "You're way too obsessed, it's concerning."

  Then there was the very special one, from Minho, who spent an entire five minutes picking fun at Newt's attraction to Y/N. Newt groaned in annoyance, seeing that no one believed there was an alternate option to what Y/N was doing. The only person who showed any slight bit of concern was Alby, who told Newt that Newt could go check their room in twenty minutes. Twenty agonizing minutes went by, taking their precious time. Due to Newt's composure, Alby allowed him to go five minutes early. Since Y/N was definitely a target of some of the boys here, Alby decided it'd be best to have them on the other side of his room from where the rest of the boys were. They were between Newt and Alby, both of whom had the trust of Y/N. Newt wasted no time walking towards Y/N's hut, bit wearing to waste time. He was halfway there when a scream came from the deadheads. Now, while none of the gladers truly knew what Y/N's voice or scream sounded like, considering they couldn't know if their timidness affected their voice or not, Newt knew that was them. There was no hesitation as he ran in the dead heads, not even bothering to look to see if anyone heard it as well. Newt heard several people calling for him, advising that he didn't risk it. Others were running the second they heard the scream. Newt ran the fastest, dodging branches and rocks as he found his way to the tool shed. There was the newbie, standing over Y/N with his shirt off along with a knife in his hands. Y/N's shirt was unbuttoned as they desperately tried to cover themself while attempting to get away. 

  "You had one fucking job, you bitch. But no, why the hell would you ever listen to me?" The newbie said, voice heavy with anger and frustration. "I wasn't going to hurt you too much, I told you this. You should’ve just listened to me."

  "Get the hell away from them." Newt's voice wasn't his own. It sounded darker. Y/N didn't even realize it was him at first until they saw him. The newbie scoffed and shook his head. 

  "So you can have them all for yourself, Newt? I don't think so." That's when Newt acted. He jumped forward, grabbing tightly and rolling him off of Y/N. While Newt and the newbie fought, the other gladers arrived. Several tried to approach Y/N, but they backed away, trying to cover themself. What Newt hadn't realized was that the newbies had cut the buttons of their shirt, making it impossible for them to actually cover themself back up. As Minho pulled Newt back, all Newt could see was red when looking at the newbie. Minho was saying something, but he couldn't take his focus off of the newbie as he fought against Minho, trying to get him to let go. 

  "Newt listen to me." Another kick. "Newt, come on, come on!" Still struggling. "This isn't helping Y/N whatsoever, get it together!" Upon the use of their name, Newt remembered the reason this had all started in the first place. He quickly scanned the area, trying to find them. His eyes landed on the shaking body against the tool shed, arms grabbing at their shirt as they covered their chest. Eyes wide, full of anxiety and fear, staring at the newbie who had just been over top of them. Any time anyone would get close, they'd kick back at them and start shaking more, obviously not wanting anyone near them. When they finally looked at Newt, at first they seemed to relax. However, seeing Minho holding him back as he had a murderous look in his eyes caused the fear to come back in their eyes, but now with a tongue of betrayal along with slight hesitation about whether or not they are truly backing away from him. Finally, Newt got out of Minho's hold, but he didn't go for the newbie. He went straight to Y/N, who may have been scared, but the energy to fight back had been drained. They flinched back slightly, but Newt hugged them instead of what they were expecting. Y/N relaxed against him, though they were still shaking. Newt kept their ears covered as the others dragged the newbie away, who was kicking and screaming to try and get back to Newt.

  “Come on, Y/N, let’s go back to my shack, alright?” Y/N nodded, standing up with Newt.

  “Newt,” Minho said behind him. He turned back to see Minho holding Alby’s jacket, Alby walking away to confront the newbie. Newt nodded to thank him before taking it and placing it over Y/N's shoulders. The walk back was quiet, aside from the distant yelling coming from the other gladers. Newt led Y/N back to their hut, where he found them a new shirt and stood outside while they changed. The door opened behind him and he turned, glad to see Y/N there welcoming him in. Y/N sat down on her bed and Newt sat next to her. Multiple times he felt like saying something, but due to a lack of knowledge about what to say, he stayed quiet. After a few minutes, Y/N sighed.

  “I tried to kick him back… I swear I did,” They muttered. “I just- I just froze. He had a knife, I didn’t know what to do.” Newt nodded.

  “I know you did, Y/N,” He replied. Y/N didn’t say anything, keeping their eyes on their hands. Newt nodded to himself as he stood up. “Go ahead and lay down, Y/N. I’ll be back in a minute.” Newt left, not waiting for Y/N’s response. Y/N sighed, pulling their feet up on the bed, but not turning to lie down. A few minutes later, Newt walked back in, a blanket from the med hut in his hands. “Come on, Y/N, you need to get some sleep.” Y/N nodded, leaning back and resting her head on her pillow as Newt pulled the blanket to cover them. Before he could say anything, Y/N grabbed his hand.

  “Please don’t go,” They muttered. 

  “I wasn’t planning on it.”

#tmr imagine #maze runner imagine #the maze runner #maze runner x reader #tmr newt imagine #newt x reader #tmr newt x reader

[shyreviewgladiator]

Lord please forgive me for writing this but since I can't find anymore Newt smut I have to write it myself 😔😔😔can y'all leave requests I take them fluff, smut(obvy),angst

Plot:you and Newt are dating and he finally pulls out his Dom side

Warnings: Smut (he rails the absolute shit out of you)after care 😘✋ dirty talk/praise overstimulation (maybe)

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You and Newt share a hut btw

Everyone is asleep except you and Newt your up reading

You got off your bed looking at him "I'm gonna go take a shower" you got your clothes and walked into the bathroom closing the door (let's pretend you have your own bathroom since your the only girl in the glade) you undressed stepping into the shower sighing as the warm water hit your back you stayed in there for about 30 minutes stepping out and wrapping a towel around your body you opened the door a crack to see Newt still awake you shouted quitley thought the crack "I forgot my clothes I'm gonna be quick dont look" he replied a simple okay and continued reading his book you walked out trying to hold the towel over your body as you made your way over to the hangers holding your towel on your body as you made your way around Newt he grabbed your towel and it fell down you instantly grabbing a blanket to cover your body "What the fuck is wrong with you" you half shouted "my arm slipped" he says biting his lip eyeing you up and down "I don't give a shit what slipped"

He smirked at your words getting up and pinning you to the wall "w-what are you doing" he whispered in your ear his voice husky his breath sending goose bumps down your spine "I just want to see if you give a shit what's gonna slip" your eyes went wide realizing what he ment before you knew it he was over you your legs on either side of his waist and he was slowly pushing in you let out a soft whimper. He whispered in your ear "don't worry I'll go easy on you" he says as he bottoms out he slowly starts thrusting in and out you gasped and he kept a very slow pace he started to speed up as you clenched around him slamming in harder you let out a loud moan "yea moan like that let every one know your mine" he whispered in your ear roughly as he pounded harder and faster if that was even possible you were a whimpering mess he was grunting and letting out a string of profanities in your neck "fuck y/n you feel so fucking good when you clench around me like that" he said through a breathy moan starting to pound you mercilessly

Your climax was approaching rapidly "N-newt i-im close" you said through breathy moans, he leaned down and whispered in your ear "yea go ahead cum on me" he said reaching between you rubbing your clit harshly you were a moaning mess and he started sucking on your sweet spot his tip brushing over your good spot you moaned loudly as you reached your climax you expected him to stop but he continued he rode you through your high he started to slow down his thrusts getting sloppy you can tell he was getting close. He bit down harshly sucking on your neck Ashe came deep inside of you he pulled out walking to the bathroom and wetting a cloth cleaning off both yours and his juices from your cunt. You squeezed the sheet as he brushed over your sensitive clit he cleaned off his shaft and cuddled next to you, you both fell asleep

#newt smut #newt #newt x reader #tmr imagine #tmr smut #smutty

[caitimetravels]

stay

-> minho x (fem) reader

-> fandom: the maze runner

requested by: @acupnoodle

a/n: this was so cute to write i hope you like it <333 sorry for the delay :/ this ended up longer than i thought it would

warnings: alcohol ig, mention of sex but nothing happened

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holy shit did she need a drink. y/n made a beeline for gally’s moonshine, quickly plucking a jar up for herself, making a short point to raise it his way in thanks. she chugged a few gulps as she stepped over to her usual tree to haul herself out of reach for a good few minutes.

leaning back against the trunk behind her, she watched the boys fight and dance around like children. 

a bonfire never did fail to bring their spirits back up.

but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t push today’s events to the back of her mind. 

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“yeah well that’s just the problem isn’t it? you’re so great! you’re so perfect!” she threw her arms up in annoyance, anger filling her body as her head spun in her moment of rage. it was all becoming too much.

she was sick of the constant discrimination, the lack of belief in her abilities as a runner, as a keeper. it was always, ‘don’t worry, i’ll ask minho’, ‘it’s fine, minho can deal with it’, ‘minho would do it’, ‘you’re not doing it right, minho would know’

she didn’t even know why she was taking it out on him, why she was starting an argument. he didn’t know. he would never know. 

but something about just how perfect he was made her so.. angry.

“come on!” he started with a scoff, growing angrier the more she made assumptions. he took a step towards her, intimidating “look, i’m sorry you find me so perfect but-”

“no! it’s always you!” she begun to step his way, arms pushing at his chest, hands desperately clinging to his shirt, shoving him backwards, forcing him to stumble into the hundreds of maze drawings scattered around them. “i don’t understand why they think you’re so much better than me! you’re so- ugh!” 

she finally let go of him, both wobbling from the momentum of the push, minho falling in front of her.

he stared at her for a moment, stunned. a moment way too long, apparently, had he wanted to say something.

she felt the tears well up in her eyes, frustration and realisation taking over from the blinding anger as she fled.

“hey- wait!” 

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later, she supposed. later, she’d apologise. but for now, she’d stick to avoiding him like usual. they never did work out their problems..

she could feel her head getting fuzzy, pulse speeding up as her tension loosened. mm, maybe that was the best idea she had had all day, though?

except..

“how about some fun boys? oh, and our dear lady?” maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. 

“truth or dare?” no matter how vigorously she shook her head, nobody paid attention and she merely found herself being pulled into the circle, eyes unintentionally finding those that made her heart beat faster.

she scoffed internally, passing it off as anger. she knew that it was anything but.

“so..” the game went boringly as expected with the common ‘who do you have a crush on?’ questions being sent her way and some dares to chug drinks and do stupid stunts. 

with a sigh, y/n continued to sip on her jar of moonshine, just waiting for the game to either end or get interesting. 

but by interesting this wasn’t what she had in mind.

“y/n, truth or dare?” gally smirked, tipping his jar her way. she watched him with bored eyes, tiredly calling out ‘dare’. might as well, she internally shrugged to herself.

“i dare you.. to sit on minho’s lap for the rest of the game” she almost dropped her jar in surprise. what kind of-

“unless you’re too chicken” he shrugged, mocking her as he tipped his head back to take another sip. she frowned, deeply, immediately rising to her feet, desperate to prove her point.

she wasn’t just another shank, she wasn’t scared. she plopped herself right in her co-keepers lap, sending them a daring look, as if challenging them to say something. 

the boys screeched, going wild at the blush on their faces. though they would probably blame it on the drink she couldn’t deny her heart was racing, the heat spreading as she felt minho’s hands gently, unsurely hold her waist.

she glowered at the rowdy boys, immediately shutting them up with a snap “newt! truth or dare?” 

at least she had that power over them, she supposed.

before she knew it she woke up, almost nose-to-nose with the one boy she didn’t want near her after last night’s memories. although she couldn’t seem to piece together all of yesterday’s events, unsure how she wound up next to him.

as she stared at him wide eyed, he slowly groaned, blinking the sleep out of his eyes before matching her gaze. 

“what the shuck?!” she immediately went for the defensive route. “why are you in my bed, you perverted shank?!” he groaned again, pushing at her face blindly, trying to cover her mouth.

“shut up, it’s too early for that” he dismissed, rolling onto his back and shielding his eyes with his arm.

she frowned at his lack of response, looking around to see that nothing had happened, both of them were fully clothed, in fact it only appeared that she had slept on his chest all night. 

she didn’t know whether to grimace or smile, her heart inwardly doing flips in her own chest at the thought. she shook it off.

“did.. did you bring me up to bed?” she spoke softly, the most vulnerable he had ever seen her act since she came out of the box two years ago. he didn’t make his usual snarky comment, eyeing her carefully from the corner of his eye.

“yeah..” he nodded carefully, unsure of how she would act. surely not the same as last night.

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“minhooo” she whined, dangling off his shoulder as he walked her towards her room. “minho, where are we going?” she continued to slur, nuzzling into his shirt and giggling at his scowl.

“walk, woman” he groaned, practically dragging her along. he was just glad the boys had all gone to bed, nobody in sight to witness her embarrassingly acting like a clingy drunk.

at least, she would think it was embarrassing. he wasn’t so sure he despised it with how she held onto his waist, staring up at him with lovestruck eyes.

“come on, lets just get you to bed” he sighed, using his foot to kick the door to her room open, pushing her towards the bed. “you won’t remember this in the morning” 

and that thought made him a little sad.

but that quickly disappeared when she pulled him down with her, threatening to cry if he left her alone.

he allowed himself to smile, giving in to her hug.

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“why did you stay?” she sat up almost instinctually, insecurely holding her arms to her chest.

“why not?” he sat up too, staring at her in confusion, eyebrows furrowing. did she actually not remember last night?

“don’t get me wrong, i’m not...” she paused, scratching at her arm absentmindedly as she thought of the word, “mad that you did.. i think? but... why? i mean, i’m not exactly someone you would want to be around after yesterday”

“what-” he paused, remembering the heated argument they had had earlier. before the heart fluttering truth or dare game. he pushed down a blush. “oh..”

“yeah..” she chewed on her lip, refusing to look at him. she knew she would have to say it one day. “i’m sorry” 

“i know, i am too” he half-smiled before reaching for her waist again, hoping she would give in to another hug. surely they could stay like they were for a couple more minutes? “come here”

she tensed. did he.. did he really think she was that easy? she felt her insides boil, anger growing. she harshly shoved him away. “you-you! you’re just like the rest! you only want me because i’m the only girl! ugh i knew it! you’re all the same! and to think i actually liked you!” 

“wait- i didn’t mean it like-” she cut him off, expression stone cold.

“get out” 

“but-”

“get. out!” he scrambled up, frowning at her, hurt written all over his face before he turned, leaving.

as soon as he disappeared she broke down, sobbing. god, she just admitted to him that she liked him. the boys were going to have a field day.

to her surprise, the boys didn’t have a field day. they didn’t even look at her differently. they all still hit on her, called her names they thought were cute (they weren’t). nobody spoke differently, nobody looked at her differently.

did he.. did he seriously not tell them?

she shook her head. it didn’t matter.

it took a whole month for there to be any proper communication between the two. 

both of them were stubborn. stubborn enough to need another bonfire to pull them together.

once again she found herself sipping her jar of moonshine, perched in her usual tree just trying to find some escape from reality. she couldn’t help but let her eyes drift to minho, seated in his usual spot where he ate and joked around with the other runners. 

she sighed heavily, she was going to need like three jars of gally’s drink to get any ounce of courage. there was no way she could ever find herself joining them.

and yet.. she did. 

“you asshole” she slurred, pointing a wobbly finger towards minho. she had been dancing with the other boys when her eyes caught his. he raised an eyebrow, urging her to go on. “you’re an asshole”

he scoffed, although greatly amused by her drunk mumblings. “maybe if you just stop accusing me and jumping to conclusions, then maybe we could have an actual conversation for once?” 

“no” she huffed, crossing her arms and pouting. she had no idea what they were arguing about, it was clear as day. minho knew that, standing to bring her to bed before she revealed something she was sure to regret in the morning. 

he bid farewell to the boys who complained about her leaving until newt scolded them, “she’s drunk” minho sent them a quick glare, pulling her along with him.

she was quick to change demeanour the minute they were alone, almost like she knew she didn’t have anyone to act in front of anymore.

“you know” y/n begun, a lazy smile upon her lips. she leaned into minho’s shoulder, pretending like she wasn’t three moonshine jars too drunk, “the stars are pretty”

“mm” he hummed along, more focused on getting her to bed than whatever she was rambling about. she was making it difficult though with all her struggling.

“and your eyes have stars in them” he stopped walking to raise an eyebrow, curious as to where she was going. “so you’re pretty”

he took a moment before snorting, trying hard to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. she was drunk.

“come on, let’s get you to bed”

“noooo” she whined again, weakly pushing her hands into his chest, doing nothing to distance them, “you’ll leave me”

“i won’t” he falsely promised, knowing sober y/n wouldn’t want him to be there. especially not after last time.

“you liar” she scoffed, head pressing against his shoulder as she grew sleepier. he sighed, bending slightly to sweep her feet off the ground. 

“last i checked, you didn’t want me to stay, hm?” 

“but i do” she reached a hand up to his cheek, pulling his face towards her. “i like you” she giggled, and he shook his head, not believing her.

“you keep saying that but then you yell at me” he grumbled, making the same movement to kick her door open as he had the last time they stepped into her room. 

“you don’t like me” she begun to sniffle, dropping her hands dramatically. 

“of course i do” he quickly defended before remembering she was drunk. he laid her on her bed again, swiftly stepping away before she could pull the same trick. 

“you’re a liar” she yawned but continued to stare at him, determined. “you leave and you fight with me and you don’t like me. i like you, why don’t you like me?”

“because you’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying” he frowned, trying had to keep his heart from beating as fast as it was.

“i may be drunk but at least i’m honest” she gave him a triumphant grin, like she had just won a game he didn’t know he was playing.

“whatever” he didn’t move, contemplating his options before moving back towards her. “if you wake up to regret it, don’t blame me, alright?” 

she cheered, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close.

when they awoke she stared at him, feeling oddly more at peace than the last time she had woken up like this. she took a moment, memories slowly piecing themselves together.

“hey..” she softly whispered as his eyes fluttered open, “i really do like you”

“mm, i like you too” he gave her a soft grin, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to her lips. her face heated up but she pushed back against him, content.

“are you going to push me away again?” he hummed teasingly, pulling her closer.

she definitely wouldn’t, she thought as she leaned into his embrace.

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Nervous

Newt x gn!Reader

A/N: This is technically my first real fanfic so pretty exited to share! Too bad its kinda for a dead fandom. Inspired by that one audio

Word count: 692

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“Do I make you nervous?"

He said. As if it were the easiest thing in the world to say. As if that sentence alone couldn’t just end you right where you stood. As if you weren’t already head over heels for him. So pliable, he could just look at you, and you would bend to his command.

Part of you thought that Newt must’ve known what he was doing to you. It almost felt a little planned on his part. The mellowness of the hastily put-up fairy lights, the bumbling atmosphere of people getting a little more than tipsy off of Gally’s special drink, and the way he was dressed—it must’ve been all just to poke fun at you, right? As he spoke, you couldn’t help but look him up and down. His white cotton shirt draped across his collarbones with a gap, giving you a slight view of his chest and stomach. Too close, you thought.

An awkward silence hit the both of you as you realized that you probably needed to answer. All you could muster was a curt no with a slightly offended intonation.

Newt laughed.

He shifted back into his previous position, a little further from you. You couldn’t really tell whether or not he was satisfied with your answer. His half-decent attempt at continuing the conversation only confused you further. What you hadn’t known was that that question hadn’t come out of nowhere. In reality, Newt was genuinely nervous about the way you acted around him. He hadn’t meant to sound like an overconfident douche, but he didn’t know how else to introduce it into the conversation. From the moment he met you, you had always been kind of avoidant of him. Always staying behind other people when talking to a large group or running off when you two were finally alone. You never really interacted with him directly, and when you did speak, he was usually the one talking.

Newt just wanted to know.

He often compared how you talked with others to the way you talked to him. You were strong, reliable, and kind. You were also relatively social, which is what baffled him the most. So then, why were you so uncomfortable around him? Was he that repulsive?

Tonight was probably the first time in a long time that you didn’t find a lame excuse to run away from him with. He was determined to get his answer. He couldn’t keep letting it eat him alive the way it did. He spent too much of his waking hours thinking about his effect on you.

"No, but really, I know I’m being a bit repetitive, but do I make you nervous?"

“No?! Why would you make me nervous?”

“Well… You keep running away every time I enter the same room as you. Not to mention how you can't seem to look me in the eyes when we are talking.” Newt reassured you that if you weren't comfortable with eye contact or just didn’t like him, then that was totally fine; he just needed to know.

Your heart tore at that. How could he ever assume that you didn’t like him? You knew that your actions had been less than pleasurable towards him, but that was in no way a means to make him feel bad. You couldn’t keep it in longer.

"You do make me nervous.”

Newt’s face tensed, his shoulders perked up, and he readjusted himself to be facing you. The more you explained yourself, however, the more his expression softened. You confessed as quickly as you could, words cascading out as if they were unwanted to begin with. By the time you finished, you were staring at the floor so intensely that you could burn a hole through it.

You didn’t see it, but Newt was beaming. He was more than happy to know that you didn’t have a real issue with him. And after all this time spent thinking nonstop about you, he wasn’t against keeping you in his mind a bit longer.

He had gotten his answer, and now there was nothing holding him back from developing feelings of his own.

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