#newtmas drabble

[ssseashell]

newtmas drabble, if you will

imagine this (college au):

during one of the late night drives the trio did during the weekends, thomas could be found at the back seat of minho’s car, newt on the other side by his right.

some random chill song was playing through the speakers of the car, the three inside of it vibing to it in a comfortable silence.

thomas turned to his right, glancing at his friend. newt was facing the open window, admiring the view of the dark road – only lit by the yellow glow of the streetlights.

his blonde hair partially covered his chocolate eyes, the chilly night breeze caressing his pale face.

“I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies” minho sang in the driver’s seat, “you heard the night before…”

newt faced thomas, and all the brunette could see was how sleepy the boy suddenly looked.

“I’m about to faint.” newt yawned.

“just don’t faint on me.” thomas mocked.

“oh, you bet I will.”

newt quickly shoved all the trash between them of eaten fast food to the car’s floor, and threw himself stretched out – as far as he could manage to – in the back seat.

“I practice every day to find some clever lines to say…” minho continued. newt laid his head on thomas’ lap. “...to make the meaning come true…”

“gonna take a nap, tommy, if you don’t mind.” the blonde breathed, getting comfortable.

thomas froze. that was definitely unexpected. still, he found his body softening to newt’s action. without thinking too much about it, he took off his jeans jacket, trying to not move exaggeratedly to not disturb newt, and covered the boy’s torso with it.

it was an innocent act of friendship, — covering your friend on your lap with your own jacket to warm them up — right?

his heart skipped a beat when his fingers unconsciously caressed the soft blonde hair – yes, soft, because now he could say he knew how it felt to have the golden locks under his touch.

thomas noticed he had never wondered how it felt. but then, he wanted to caress newt’s hair everyday.

“THE TIME IS RIGHT, YOUR PERFUME FILLS MY HEAD, THE STARS GET RED AND, OH, THE NIGHT’S SO BLUE…”

“minho, I swear…”

“AND THEN I GO AND SPOIL IT ALL BY SAYING SOMETHING STUPID LIKE I LOVE YOU.”

“I JUST WANT TO NAP” newt whined on his lap, eyes closed. thomas didn’t take his hand off his hair.

“fine! i’ll let you two lovebirds cuddle back there.”

“slinthead.” was all newt answered before going silent.

thomas cursed minho in his head. cursed him even more when he looked at the rearview and saw minho’s treacherous eyes looking back at him.

**

“thought you said yesterday you didn't fancy him, shank.” teased minho that same night back at their dorm.

“thought you said you would mind your own business.” thomas answered. he didn’t think much about the sudden hotness he felt climbing to his cheeks.

after that, newt could always be found wearing thomas’ jacket.

not only did thomas never protest, but he also could never take his eyes off the blonde.

and that was the time – thomas would figure out much later – he first fell in love with newt.

[kareofbears]

"You know," Thomas starts, putting the flowers down on the sand as he rolls his sleeves up. "How you yelled at me, back in the Glade, because I wasn't helping out?"

A breeze ruffles his hair, longer than it was a year ago, and the tang of salt doesn't register anymore. "I know, I know. You technically didn't yell. To be fair, I was new, and it's not like I had someone showing me the ropes."

He kneels on the ground, in front of where the tombstone stood. This wasn't the boulder that Vince had set up in the beginning of Safe Haven's existence--this was smaller, flatter, bordering on where the sand meets the dirt. "Now, I feel like all I'm doing with these kids is showing the ropes."

Busying himself with rearranging the flowers, he rubs his thumb on a golden petal idly. "They're doing fine. Between me and the others, things are getting done. Maybe not as efficiently if you were here, but we're trying." He pauses. "I'm trying."

Thomas' voice doesn't shake, not anymore. How can it? It's just him and Newt. His voice never shakes with Newt.

Waves crash somewhere behind him. A bird chirps, its tune lively and bright. The world continues to spin, and it's a long moment before he speaks again.

"I'm throwing myself into work, Newt." His gaze tilts skywards. "I'm working, aren't I? I build homes, I teach, I train the others. There's food, so much of it, enough for years and for anyone who wants to start a family. Last night, I woke up because people were laughing so loud near my bed--laughing. I couldn't even get mad."

Careful not to mess up the floral arrangement, Thomas leans forward slowly until his forehead is pressed right up against the slab, stone cool to the touch. "How busy?" he wonders. "How busy do I need to be until this gets better? How much more do I need to do before it starts to get better? How much more do I need to give?"

When he doesn't get an answer, Thomas lets his eyes slip close. "I'm busy, Newt. I'm busy, and I'm trying, and I'm so fucking sad."

Eventually, Thomas raises his head. He presses his lips to the top of the tombstone, smiling wryly to himself. "At least I can actually reach the top of your head like this, right?"

He gets on his feet, brushing the sand off of his pants, feeling the sun beat relentlessly down on his skin. "Tomorrow, then. Maybe it'll get better tomorrow."

[newtslvt]

Ooh look what we have here! Another drabble (double drabble this time).

Summary: Newt meets an awkward Barista who happens to love Star Wars just as much as he does.

For @ssseashell <3

[arlowthenacho]

*warning for drug use (sleeping pills)*

dreams are hard.

thomas understood that more than most. sleep was just another prison to escape for him--images of his friends corpses coated his subconscious in something sticky and impossible to wash out. no amount of peer-mandated therapy would ever wipe away the faces he saw every time he closed his eyes.

but everyone still seemed to love trying. thomas had gone through every available option to stop his nightmares. white noise, co-sleeping, reading, tea, even avoiding the shucking thing altogether. nothing had worked.

well, nothing but the sedatives.

brenda had found them in a box one of the adults in the haven had packed. the package was a strange mix of letters that thomas couldn't pronounce--diaza-something and valium--but they got the job done. every night before bed, thomas would pop one of each into his mouth and pass out in 5 minutes flat.

his sleep was dreamless, finally a reprieve from the hell his mind loved to make him relive. but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end--that was a lesson thomas always learned the hard way.

as his body got used to the medication, memories slowly started to filter back into his slumber.

it was innocent at first; flashes of lush green grass, the smell of sun-warmed earth, the feel of dirt under his fingernails and on his skin. thomas could practically feel the artificial sun shining on his back, the sweat beading on his brow. it was comforting in a morbid sort of way. he vaguely knew where he was and what had happened there, but he couldn't muster up the energy to care. these dreams were the only ones that didn't feel like purgatory--rather ironic, considering how they came to be there.

then people came into the mix.

a face he couldn't name smiled at him. thomas lifted his hand in a wave before he continued to wander his old home. he made it a few steps towards the east wall before another unknown glader appeared and nodded at thomas. the pattern continued for what seemed like hours until he finally made it to his destination.

the gardens were just like he remembered. they still smelled of damp soil and fresh cut grass, the wind still weaved through the leaves of each plant, the fences still creaked and groaned against the breeze.

thomas took a deep breath in and held it. he would never admit it, but the gardens were the only place he really liked in the glade. it was the only spot that felt like it belonged there.

he took another breath, a lazy grin stretching across the length of his face. god, what a nice break from the world he lived in. no grief or misery, no death or destruction, only the sound of wind whistling through the--

"oi, shuckface! get your butt over here! garden's won't bloody till themselves!"

thomas woke with a scream that could shatter glass.

he felt around the bed, a constant stream of "newt, newt, newt" leaving his lips. he fisted the sheets for another minute before dread settled over him like an icy blanket.

newt died. newt died and it was his fucking fault.

-- -- --

the next night was worse.

thomas had taken 3 pills this time, desperate to return to what he had before. brenda would definitely beat his ass for it if she found out, but thomas could deal with that. all he needed was a good-night's sleep that consisted of nothing but the black behind his eyelids.

of course, nothing ever goes his way.

it started the same as every other. trees and grass and dirt and people. a few offhand waves or nods from unspecified boys as he made his way through the small box of green.

thomas deliberately passes the gardens, not wanting a repeat of last time. instead, he glides to the kitchen and observes the lunchtime rush, lets out a chuckle at the face frypan was making.

he lingers by the tables for a while, watching the residents of the glade talk and eat.

at some point, he senses minho sit next to him. thomas smiles and lets a bit of his weight lean against his friend, who happily returns the gesture. after another moment, minho claps thomas on his shoulder and fully pulls him into his side. they both laugh as thomas lightly shoves him off, the pair just enjoying each other's presence. the moment is soon ruined when a third person joins the table.

its newt.

green veins jutting out of his pale skin, black fluid dripping out of his mouth and onto the wood in front of him. his eyes were pools of black, so dark thomas could see his reflection in them.

his breath caught painfully in his throat when newt began to speak.

"dear thomas," no. no, no, no--"please tommy, please..."

he was reciting his own last words. this couldn't be happening. it felt too real, it all felt too real--thomas couldn't live through this again, he needed out--

"i would follow you anywhere."

thomas woke up a sobbing, screaming, thrashing mess. he had somehow managed to fall of his bed in his sleep, the hardwood of the floor biting into his back. he couldn't find it in himself to care.

the grief in thomas' chest was so powerful it felt like a tangible weight. he could feel it shattering his ribs as he backed himself into a wall and sobbed himself hoarse on the ground.

-- -- --

the third night, thomas gave up on the sedatives.

he figured he would have a nightmare no matter how many pills he swallowed, so he decided to stop fighting and surrender himself to whatever his brain could conjure.

so, when the night reared its ugly head once more, thomas just face-planted into his pillows and willed sleep to take him hostage.

-- -- --

thomas opened his eyes to the sun blinding him through the gap in his window. he groaned and threw a hand over his face, attempting to shoo the light away by willpower alone.

when his efforts proved useless, he gave up and rolled over into what he thought was empty space. it was very much not.

his arm collided into a warm body.

thomas gasped, sat up so fast he nearly have himself whiplash. he heard the person chuckle, something low and gravelly with sleep. had minho snuck into his room again?

"it's just me, love, what's the matter?"

thomas felt like all the air had been punched out of him. newt was in his hut. his newt was in his hut. his newt was in his bed. what the fuck was going on?

"i--what--newt? how are you--what--" the more thomas spoke, the quicker the tears filled his waterline. his voice wobbled and shook, like one wrong move would send him off the edge. newt sat up so quickly the bed rocked.

"tommy? baby, what's wrong, talk to me," newt cupped thomas' cheeks, slowly tilting his face to look at the taller man. thomas sputtered as tears tracked down his face, finally setting the sobs he had bottled up for months free.

"i miss you so much, newt, you don't understand--" newt could barely hear thomas' voice over his bawling.

"oh, baby," newt carded a hand through thomas' hair, softly shushing him and wiping away his never-ending stream of tears. "i'm here now, shhh, im here now, love."

the two stayed like that for a long while. every time thomas would stop crying he would remember who was holding him in his arms and stroking his hair and kissing his forehead and he would start right back up again. newt was patient with him. he tried to comfort thomas the best he could, which eventually proved to be successful when the boy could finally look up at newt without bursting at the seams.

when thomas calmed down, newt guided them both to lay down on the bed. thomas carefully rested his head on newt's chest and let him continue to run his hands through his hair. newt made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and brought his other hand to rub at thomas' back.

after a while, tommy finally allowed all of the tension to drain out of his body. he was a puddle on top of newt, which the man snorted at. the lovers settled into a comfortable silence, which tommy broke with a soft statement.

"i love you, newt. i hope you know that." his whisper was so soft newt almost mistook it for a breath.

"i love you too, tommy. remember that for me, yeah?" newt punctuated his sentence with a lingering kiss on thomas' lips. it was chaste, and over far to quickly for tommy's liking, so once newt pulled away thomas craned his neck up and caught his loves lips with his again.

they stayed like that for what felt like hours, lazily cuddling and kissing on thomas' bed, not worrying about any responsibilities they might have had. at some point his eyes flutter shut, and he falls asleep with comforting hands on his skin.

when thomas wakes up, he feels tingles on his skin and a dent in his sheets.

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

In His Arms

The hammock swayed back and forth, a rocking endorsed by Thomas' leg as it hung over the side, Newt felt himself slowly slipping further.

His eyes were drooping while his head lay tucked into Thomas' chest. The hand running through his hair wasn't helping much either, soothing nails scratching across his scalp. It was as if a spell had been cast over him, urging him to finally close his eyes and fall asleep.

Most nights it would be difficult, the screeching maze too loud, but under Thomas' care and the stars above, he couldn't find it within himself to resist.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[kreoreo]

"What 're you reading?" Thomas said sleepily while looking up at Newt through his bleary eyes.

"Alice in Wanda..wond..the title is a bit faded but it's about a girl going through a rabbit hole. It's quite interesting." Newt said while playing with Thomas's hair.

The scavengers had found a library in a city not so far away the other day, they brought a big number of books back saying that if the Safe Haven was to become a village, they needed a library. It was gaining popularity rapidly as most of the immune didn't remember anything, so learning about the past was *very* intriguing to the kids.

Thomas sat up beside Newt, holding the hand that was in his hair moments ago. They kissed softly, as was becoming a lovely morning tradition, and Thomas placed his head in the crook of Newt's neck.

"Will you read to me" he whispered, and so Newt did. He read for nearly 30 minutes and was almost done with the chapter they were at when came the time for breakfast.

"C'mon, it's time to eat" said Newt. Tommy was on the brink of falling asleep again, so he brought him to sit upright, rubbing his back in a circular pattern, gently waking him up.

Sometimes life got hard, sometimes they came back with less people at the end of the day when going on trips to the outside and winters were harsh on their small community but mornings like these made Thomas feel like everything they endured was worth it if he got to wake up beside Newt. His Newt. The boy who makes everyday worth living, who kisses him like he's the most important thing in the world, and who's willing to read to him in the early morning.

So they got up and went to eat Frypan's cooking, like they will do for eternity, talking about silly white rabbits and girls in blue dresses.

Life was hell, but life was good.

[moonysgoldenstar]

Ok, these are some Newtmas fics I’ve read so far and that I’ve liked the most!

Blood Stained Butterflies in a Tin Can by chrissophile

The Maze Runner x The Walking Dead universe

Not completed

Thomas’ pov (third person)

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve by Sanctum_Sanctorum

Time travel

One-shot

Words: 18,370

Thomas’ pov (third person)

here’s hoping we collide by wesball

Based on the comic “Origins” (movie verse)

Chapters: 4/4

Words: 13,296

La Douleur Exquise by dracoommalfoy

The Fever Code / Pre-Maze Runner

Completed (5 chapters)

Newt’s pov (third person)

maybe the end is the start of us by wesball

Chapters: 9/9

Words: 21,303

Thomas’ pov

twin flame by FilisMaze

Chapters: 4/4

Words: 13,065

too many colors by wesball

Chapters: 4/4

High School AU

Words: 14,856

Good Luck, Babe! by ssseashell

Based on the Chapell Roan’s song

Not completed

Call My Name by KathSilver

Call My Name is the name of the series that contains:

Where you lead (complete)

I will follow (complete)

If you need (complete)

Forgotten moments (drabbles and outtakes set in this universe)

Fix-it, time travel, slow burn

Words: 170,992

Thomas’ pov / Newt’s pov

loss of my life by FilisMaze

Based on loml by Taylor Swift

One-shot

“Thomas made it to the Safe Haven, Newt didn’t.”

Words: 2,445

a world their own, a night eternal by beardyswrites

The maze runner x Harry Potter universe

One-shot

Words: 3,064

Thomas’ pov

‘Til the night runs away by Trashner

During The Fever Code

One-shot

Words: 3,339

Thomas’ pov

take a breath of myth and mystery by wesball

Percy Jackson’s universe

Chapters: 2/2

Words: 14,938

Thomas’ pov

Hourglass by Alias_InsertName

Not completed

Thomas spends a year in the Glade before Teresa’s arrival.

Thomas’ pov / Newt’s pov

……………….

I’ll update this and any recommendation is welcome <3

[itsthemxze]

Wip game!

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Thank you @lisellelascelles for tagging me! I have. So many wips I can’t count them all but I’ll do a bunch of them

1. Kili and Elrond sons (the hobbit)

2. Choking Bagginshield (the hobbit)

3. Crack bullying love language (the hobbit)

4. He was my friend (the hobbit)

5. Bagginshield Drabble (the hobbit)

6. Post bagginshield the prophecy (the hobbit)

7. Hey little songbird (tmr)

8. All I’ve ever known (tmr)

9. It’s an old song (tmr)

10. Arinally chap 3 (tmr)

11. Arinally chap 2 (tmr)

12. Minho lightning (tmr)

13. Bad idea, right? (Tmr)

14. Crack Bagginshield (the hobbit)

15. Thominho maze (tmr)

16. Newtmas a&e (tmr)

17. High infidelity (tmr)

18. Minewt tolerate it (tmr)

19. The (hic)key to my heart (tmr)

20. Nalby hospital (tmr)

Tagging @fili-is-gone @go-catch-a-chickn @its-tea-time-darling and anyone else who wants to!!

[kobrafangs]

2024 WRITING IN REVIEW

thank you for the tag @ssseashell <3 mmmmwah! this made me realize i wrote so much this year oh my god .. OKAY lets go

JANUARY

love thats running through my veins (for you) – (everlark, 1.2k), post mockingjay.

don't leave me (to bleed) – (everlark, 2.1k), post mockingjay, domestic fluff.

FEBUARY

after the cherry blossoms wilt – (gyeongseong creature, jang tae sang/yoon chae ok, 1.1k), post s1, happy ending.

against the grain – (ninjago, 1.3k), band au, lloyd centered.

APRIL

does it haunt you too? – (ninjago, nya centered fic, 1.9k), rgb sibs (but its really just nya and lloyd), angst, post s2p1 dragons rising.

MAY

i'm a young man (built to fall) – (hiccstrid, 2.4k), hurt/comfort.

of roses and wanting something more – (hiccstrid, 2.6k), fluff.

when you say my name, nothing's changed – (hiccstrid, 2k), fluff, drunk astrid.

JUNE

i love you (it's ruining my life) – (newtmas, 1.5k), TDC, hurt/comfort.

you make me feel like a fool – (newtmas, 2.2k), hurt/comfort, domestically cleaning each other with a rag LMAO

JULY

fight or flight – (newtmas, 2.1k), TDC, hurt/comfort, newt has the flare.

tenderly, tragically – UNFINISHED (4/7), (newtmas, 11k), vacation au, so so so much pining lol.

AUGUST

hunger hurts (but starving works) – (newtmas, 4.2k), zombie apocalypse au.

OCTOBER

so loved and so lonesome – (ninjago, seawalker, 1k), fluff. small drabble

DECEMBER

when i go (bury me six feet in snow) – (newtmas, 2.5k), modern au, skating trip

i like how you can see when certain fixations start and when they end,,, lol,,, i'm really glad i picked up writing again, especially because my last published fic prior to 2024 was all the way back in 2022! i think my favourite thing i've written this year was either fight or flight, or one of my httyd fics. i have a lot of unfinished drafts sitting in my drive (vampire/werewolf newtmas au.... hiccstrid drawing date..... literally 4 queens gambit fics i'm not even kidding) so hopefully this year i'll actually finish stuff haha.

i havent had much motivation to write lately due to school (rrrghhh shakes my fist in the air and growls)... and im NOT sure i'll continue tenderly, tragically (please dont hurt me wauugh) BUT. here's to another year of writing 🥂 hooray!

anyone who'd like to participate feel free to :^)

[newtedison]

WIP Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

thank you for the tag @crestfallercanyon !

so i don't actually have many full WIPs as i rarely start a project i don't intend on finishing. however i do have many drabbles and bits of writing practice that i've kept over the years so i'll list all of those for fun.

Grease AU Drabble (the maze runner, newtmas, from like 2015-6 i wanna say?)

Madge/Katniss (the hunger games, could never finish this as the knowledge of the books from last year has left my brain but it was a fun moment while it lasted)

NYC Drabble (the maze runner, newtmas, also from like 2015-6 i think)

Psychic Sonya/THAH-Verse (the maze runner, sonya/harriet primarily. this was going to be a companion fic for "to have a heartbeat" but i couldn't quite get it to work.)

Spirk Drabble 1 (star trek: the original series)

Spirk Drabble 2 (star trek: the original series. both of these ended up being practice for what became my actual spirk fic(s).)

SWATH (snow white and the huntsman. yeagh)

Thomally Safe Haven (the maze runner. this was a quick moment that sadly faded)

and then my actual WIPs:

9. Brenderesa Draft (the maze runner. this thang is like 30k ish and has changed shape so many times over the course of several years. never had a project i've had this much trouble with. other projects keep preventing me from finishing this but i'd love to let it see the light of day. there's some good stuff in there.)

10. Caspeter Timeloop (the chronicles of narnia. yes i'm back on my caspeter bullshit. this thang just hit like 21k and i fear how long it's going to get.)

since i ended up having 10 things i'm not going to tag 10 people. i'm also really bad at tagging for these things in general i forget everyone who's ever existed and what their URLs are i'm so sorry. if you want to do this just say i tagged you and it will be true.

also as per the rules if you want me to post a snippet or anything more about these send me an ask and i gladly will

[ssseashell]

i forced myself to write a stupid drabble so i can remember the joys of writing and finally work on the damn hogwarts AU i planned like 3 months ago, also on ao3:

Like Flowers Bloom

He wakes up, — like flowers bloom, like water runs, and trees grow, and the Sun rises: there’s nothing unnatural in it.

But he sighs before he even gets to open his heavy eyelids, already used to the pain on the back of his head. Although there is this incredible self-consuming pain eating him alive from the inside, like he just fought the greatest battle of his life: that’s new pain.

Still, nothing out of place in such a world, Thomas laughs to himself — and regrets it immediately for the explosion of head pain it makes — as the last threads of a heavy sleep slip from him.

But then, no. There isn’t any sand or warm, rocky ground under him; he doesn’t feel it, even with his eyes still shut. He's in what feels like a bed — a comfortable enough bed, compared to all of the other surfaces he had to deal with sleeping in the recent past.

And there isn’t any heat, just the breeze that softly hits his face like silk. A subtle salty taste to it.

Salt.

And there’s the not-so-distant churn of waves in a slow, tired rhythm.

The constant and comforting sound hits his ears as he notices. The ocean.

They made it.

“Took you long enough.”

The familiar voice touches his body, and Thomas can almost cry as he opens his eyes to find the figure of his best friend sitting beside his bed.

It’s all too bright, his head is still spinning, and his whole body still hurts, but tears touch his eyelashes and a mess of a relieved smile appears on his cracked lips.

“How do I look?” He asks, voice harsh and croaky, but he’s sobbing suddenly, and his plan to sound unbothered failed miserably.

“Uglier than ever.” Minho laughs back, but his eyes are just as wet. He tries not to get caught, and Thomas pretends not to see him wiping away the tears.

The brunet looks around, relief hitting him again and almost winning through the pain as he finds himself in a small tent made of wood and bamboo.

Sunlight seeps through the window and doorframe. There’s only blue outside.

And there’s another bed on the other corner of the tent. A boy lying there with his eyes closed, but face so serene and skin so alive, he looks like he almost knows he’s going to be okay.

Thomas couldn’t mistake those golden curls in any lifetime.

They’re going to be okay.

Flowers bloom outside, waves hit the sand and rocks and trees grow, the Sun rises — and Thomas breathes.

He’s safe.

[kareofbears]

A B D J and K, would you kindly?

If it's too many I'm sorry, just pick whichever of them you feel like doing. Have a good night/day Bear, got it memorized?

I missed my Fucking BUS so I’m answering this now so I don’t have a mental breakdown HAHAHAHA if there’s typos it’s because my thumbs are freezing fyi

A: Of the fanfic you've written, which is your favorite and why?

Hmm I think this answer changes all the time. My instinct is always to say my longest one since it’s often times the most difficult one, but for the most part I think that fic has just really grown away from me, so that’s not my answer. For today, my answer would either be ‘desperate as that sounds’ (akiryu, persona 5) or ‘I never gave a warning sign’ (newtmas, maze runner). I always loved desperate as that sounds because I think my characterizations for that fic is just really strong overall. For warning signs, it’s probably my best argument fic to this date, and I really like the conflict and dialogue I gave those two.

B: What was the first fandom you read fic in?

Which was the first you wrote fic for?

Oh my god ok true Alex stans know that i pretty much learned to read and write via my sisters reading fanfic to me when i was 3 💀💀 so probably my first fandom is whatever they were into. I think it’s either Tekken or YuYu hakusho? But the first one where I CHOSE the fandom, I think Percy Jackson when I was 10? The first fic I wrote is an unfinished unpublished Glee fic, I don’t even wanna talk about that 💀 first POSTED fic is MCYTs, mindcrack HAHA The RPF ran strong in me.

D: What's the most personal fanfic you've written?

The answer will always be ‘plainly in truth’ (p5 akiryu) but the special mention goes out to ‘easy in this blue’ (BTS, namseok), a less than 500 word drabble I should probably delete

J: What's your favorite fanfic trope? Have you written it?

The real answer is the “leader and his right hand man” concept where one of the pair is seen as the amazing prodigy leader person, and the other half is seen as “less/inferior”, but behind closed doors it’s actually the other way around. Every single persona fic I’ve written has this concept HAHAHA

But I’m currently posting a fic that’s both an outside pov and a memory loss fic, which are two tropes I LOVE

K: Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?

barring explicit themes…

I’m sorry I love a good “who did this to you” trope I’m only a woman I can’t help it, it’s just too good. I also love a good Mary/gary sue concept, I love an overpowered character that just mows everyone down without effort. I also love established relationships—get togethers are slightly overrated, that’s my hot take

Thank you for the ask, I’m significantly less upset at the world after answering this :))

[witchedwisteria]

for @xuoria.

when thomas pushes himself up and breathes sharp air tinged with sea salt, minho is waiting. he grips his shoulder and grins, dark eyes shining with a beat of happiness rarely there. “we took bets on who would wake up first,” he teases, gesturing behind him, and oh -

newt is beautiful; he has always been beautiful to thomas, but there are no dark veins alongside his throat and face and his face is relaxed peacefully in sleep. he is bandaged, and breathing, and sleeping. thomas falls over on the way there, dropping to his knees and cupping his face. hope and relief surges up in him so rapidly he lets out a hysterical laugh, and he feels like a crank, losing grip of everything from the sheer amount of feeling. he is here. newt is here. and he loves him.

“doctor’s think he’ll wake up soon, but they’re still not sure. he’s better, but…there’s no medical stuff here. we won’t know until he wakes up,” minho comments softly.

newt does wake up.

the next morning, thomas stirs, and peers over at the cot holding him. his eyes are open, dark eyes so familiar and so beautiful, and thomas’ heart soars, and he opens his mouth, but newt’s eyes are not looking at him and they are not closing and oh, no, please, no-

newt wakes and dies in paradise. but he never got to see any of it. never got to feel the warmth of the ocean in summer, to taste frypan’s new coconut pancakes in the morning, to finally get peace. doctors wrap him in cloth, and thomas presses his forehead against a cold, still chest and wails. it is the last noise he makes for a long time.

thomas sees paradise for one day, and then never sees it again. the warm colours fade the moment they bury newt under the largest tree they find, blossoming spring colours. thomas presses his hand against disturbed earth, as if he wants to reach down and pull his lover back up. he doesn’t even have a coffin. they don’t have wood to spare, and newt would have liked being buried close to the earth, anyway.

gally began to dig in the middle of the space in front of the tree, at first, but thomas remembers stopping him. “to the right,” he whispers. “save a space there.” because he will be buried with newt. he just has to wait in his second maze and build his own walls to cling to his grief.

[newtslvt]

Back on the drabble grind!

Summary: The Gladers had arrived at the Safe Haven for some time now but Minho notices subtle hints at something more between Newt and Thomas. Wait a minute, are they holding hands under the breakfast table?

For @vallerius <3

[person-behind-books]

Thominewt soulmate au

they are all soulmates with each other, which they learn when thomas comes out of the box because they never had a conversation with all three of them before

their week (days?) in the glade is already stressful enough as it is so they maybe bond a bit but nothing more than that.

during their time in the “rescue” facility they really become friends because it’s they that they finally have the chance to relax (of course that was a trap and they escape and are stuck in a desert, looking for the right arm)

they minho get’s taken and thomas and newt focus on getting him back. only during those 6 months where they plan his rescue they also fall in love. they miss minho as though they’ve lost a limb and desperately need him back but in between that there is them and their love for eachother.

then they rescue minho and newt survives the flare because thomas was just a bit more desperate not to loose newt and trusted teresa (who also survived because i love her).

and now at the safe haven, all of them together for more than a handful of days is where the problem becomes apparent.

newt and minho spend a lot of time together when newt was still a runner and were still close after his injury but they never developed a romantic bond.

it might have been because they didn’t know they were soulmates but even after months in the safe haven it’s still totally platonic. and it’s the same with thomas. he loves minho but not in the way he loves newt.

it’s eating away at minho that he’s unable to love his soulmates and at newtmas that they only love one soulmate. 

the tension distances them and it is that distance that finally causes the snap.

because it’s that what really hurts. they all were happy with their relationship but the feeling of failure and not being able to living up to expectations drove them apart. 

it doesn’t matter to any of them how they love each other as long as there is love. why should they care about the logistics as long as they are together.

a few years down the road all three of them get married to each other (as well as one can get married in an apocalyptic world) - not because that’s what’s expected of soulmates but because they want to stay together forever - and while minho’s feelings always stay platonic towards newtmas and theirs’ stay platonic about him they are happy and finally free, living the way they want to.

[itsthemxze]

TMR Languages and Culture event: write in your language (or the language you’re learning)

Short and sweet french drabble about modern newtmas

And chapter 2:

Tmr language and cultures bingo: translate a fic

Translated the fic into English!!