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12 Days of Christmas (2022)
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1 | A Partridge in a Pear Tree
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Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader
Prompt: I got you for Secret Santa and now I have to think about what to get you.
Words: 1.3k
Warnings: jealousy, edging, orgasm delay/denial, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, semi-public sex
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When you’re assigned the one person who has everything for office Secret Santa, what do you get them?
Seriously, they have everything. The money, the fancy cars, the upscale Tokyo apartment with a fabulous view, the promotions at work.
The looks.
It’s not fair for your boss to be an Adonis, yet here he is. White hair tousled just right, crystalline eyes that shine bright in any light surrounded by frosted eyelashes. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle slightly in the corner adding to his perfection.
When it comes to Satoru Gojo, there are two things you’re sure of.
The first is that he doesn't have a partner. Being one of Tokyo's most eligible bachelors, a playboy like him couldn't be bothered to settle down. 
The second being the looks he gives you everyday in the office.
You can feel the heat from his gaze, watching the way your hips sway when you walk, how he stares across the conference room table as you chew on your pen, diligently taking notes. You notice the way he focuses on your lips as you talk, sitting across his desk squeezing your thighs together, squirming under his gaze.
Those two facts are what ultimately led to your decision of what to give him.
Your coworkers gathered around at the Christmas Eve Party, passing out their Secret Santa gifts, opening and thanking the gift giver. You knew Gojo had made the connection that you were the one assigned to him as he grinned mischievously from across the room.
“Were you able to get a gift in time?” Nanami asked, sitting next to you.
“Um, yeah, I did, but it’s embarrassing.” You laughed and waved your hand in front of your face, wondering if you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life, “I’ll give it to Gojo later.”
And that’s how you got where you are now, laying on your boss's desk, legs spread wide, cunt on full display for him as he curls two fingers hitting your sweet spot.
“G-Gojo, please,” you’re begging for the release he’s denied you of several times already, before feeling a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp and arch your back from the sting.
“I’ve already told you. From now on, call me Satoru.”
“Sa-Satoru, Satoru, please, please,” you whine, tears forming in the corner of your eyes, thrusting your hips to meet his hand, searching for anything to press against your aching clit. 
He has you splayed on his desk, top of your dress ripped down, breasts exposed to him and the hem lifted over your hips, scrunched up at your waist. Aside from his tie having been loosened, and a few of the top buttons undone, he’s totally clothed in his white button up and black slacks.
“Please what, baby?” He cocks his head to the side, a saccharine grin plastered on his face.
Your brain is mush at this point, but you don’t care. Rutting your hips up, he chuckles, letting his thumb slowly graze over your clit, just long enough to tease before moving it away.
“I’ll try to fill in the gaps,” he coos, “you think you need to cum?”
You whine and shake your head yes.
“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks seriously; you close your eyes, trying to comprehend his question as he asks again.
“Do you think you deserve the cum with the way you smile at Geto, Nanami, Ijichi? You think I don’t see the way you give them “fuck me” eyes from across the room? Think I don’t hear the way you laugh at their jokes in the break room?”
He increases his pace, rubbing his long fingers along the spot on the inside that has you seeing stars, legs trembling in wake of having been denied only seconds or minutes prior, you’re not sure.
“Please, Satoru, just fuck me,” you whine, so pathetic, so pretty, “please.”
“Fuck, okay, since you asked so nicely,” he breathes, withdrawing his hand from your core, you whimper at the loss of being filled as he works to undo his belt, the prongs clinking against the buckle in his haste.
You sit up on your elbows, watching his cock spring free as soon as his pants and briefs drop to the floor. You bite your lower lip at the sight, looking up to meet his cocky grin as he pumps himself a few times. Of course, he has a dick just as pretty as his face, huge and the tip perfectly pink.
He’s laying you back down on his desk, the blunt end of his cock slipping past your entrance as you exhale sharply. He goes slow, savoring every moment of entering you for the first time, gripping your hips tight to stop himself from bottoming out immediately.
“You’re soaking wet for me, baby,” he breathes, slowly moving his hips, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled from him. So different from his attitude just moments before when he was edging you within an inch of your life.
He rocks his hips, gently, shallow a few times before sliding all the way out and slamming back in; moaning, throwing his head back as lewd squelching echoes in the room.
“Look at you,” he coos, “such a cockslut, letting her boss fuck her brains out,” you clench around him automatically at his words, he hisses, leaning over you, “ha - you like that?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you ramble as he increases his speed, watching as your tits bounce in time with his thrusts.
Grabbing each leg, he throws them over his shoulder, leaning down crashing his lips with yours, literally folding you in half. You cry out in pleasure at just how deep he’s able to go, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips.
Just like you’ve always imagined, his lips are soft, and full against yours; his kisses are needy, and hurried, like if he doesn’t do this now, he may never get the chance again.
“Don’t cum,” he groans into you as you clench around him, a heat in your core building and building.
His long arms reach across the desk, hands gripping the mahogany so hard on the other side his knuckles are white, snapping his hips into yours as he fucks you faster, harder, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you whine and moan against him.
His lips are on your neck, kissing, nipping and sucking little marks, your toes are curling in your heels trying your best to will your body not to release until he tells you to.
Removing your legs from his shoulders, he easily lifts you from the desk, kissing feverishly as he walks you over to the full length windows in his office.
You gasp, as your back hits the cool window, your back and ass on full display for all of Tokyo - of course, they won't be able to actually see it, considering you’re on the top floor of a skyscraper.
“Should fire Ijichi, make you my assistant,” he sighs as your hands find purchase in his hair, tugging, pistoning his hips into yours, “we’ll do this all the time, right here. Been wanting to do this for so long.”
He’s fucking you within an inch of your life, and unable to hold back any further, you shatter into a broken scream, vision going white from the intensity.
“Shhh, baby, they’ll hear us.” His hips falter and stutter against yours, feeling just how hard you’re gripping around him, sloppily kissing into you as he lets out a low groan, finding his own release not long after you.
You’re still against the window, panting as he continues fucking you through his release, coming down from your high. Both of your fluids dripping obscenely onto the floor below.
As your eyes refocus, you see the large modern wall clock across the room. The time reads 12:01 A.M.
“Merry Christmas,” you mutter with half lidded eyes, slumping back against the window as his thrusts slow.
He places two fingers below your chin, drawing your attention back up to him, “Merry Christmas, beautiful,” he murmurs, placing two soft kisses to your lips, and one to your forehead.
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petrichor-idyllic · 11 months
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Hellooo how about a Minho x she/her reader where Minho has been hit by the lightning and hs the scars and one day Reader walks on Minho being half naked and she traces his scars and theres tension building up ;) THANK YOU
I love lightning scars Minho so absolutely.
This is a relatively new request, but I'm trying to get some of the easier ones done since I'm currently away.
And I just liked this idea.
SPARKS
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MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
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SUMMARY: See above. After TDC in the Safe Haven. You're a Right Arm member because I just like the idea.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice, typical dumb horny teenage bullshit. That's it, really.
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You're a member of the Right Arm.
You're not high-ranking or necessarily special. You just ended up tagging along after Vince came through the refugee camp you were staying at.
But that doesn't mean you don't do anything. You're bold and forward, and you went through life-risking measures to help WICKED's Subjects escape.
Because, well, everyone did.
That doesn't matter now, though. They're safe, you're safe - everyone is safe and everything is okay.
Well, kind of.
Trauma doesn't just vanish. But, people are getting on with their lives.
And so are you.
You've ended up befriending some of the Gladers. Originally, you were friends with Harriet and Sonya since they'd been around a while - and they introduced you to the boys. So, you've got your own little friendship group now.
You're particularly close to Frypan and have some friendly competition with Gally. But you like them all the same.
Well...
Almost.
You don't know what it is about Minho that has you in such a chokehold. Sure, maybe if you were some innocent girl from a Maze who didn't know how to act around boys, it would make sense. But you're not.
You've survived the Scorch and the land outside of the remainder of society. It's not like Minho is the first person you've ever been attracted to either. So, why does he make you feel like this?
Apart from the fact he is undeniably attractive.
You figure it's just dumb surface level physical attraction. And with nothing else better to do, you decide to test the waters a bit.
Glancing at him across the table as the bonfire dances and his friends chat, often meeting each other's gaze. He holds it longer than he should. He always does.
Always standing or sitting next to him; your arms or your knees brushing as neither of you make any effort to grow the distance between you.
Playful inside jokes that often have subtle suggestive undertones. Normally, in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it style that the other Gladers brush off or don't notice. This results in Minho smirking into his chosen beverage, drinking up your figure out of the corner of his eye.
It goes on like this for a while; just being in the same friend group with some subtle flirtations going on. It's actually kind of fun and a much needed way to relax.
But it doesn't actually go much further than that. And you're fine with that.
For a while.
The jokes start becoming more explicit. The eye contact becoming less subtle. The closeness becoming drunken dancing instead of just standing together.
People are starting to notice.
The dumb attraction is starting to become actual feelings. He's brave and strong and funny and everything you want - and it's just making the sexual tension thicker.
God - it's getting bad. Anyone and everyone in a room with you two would be able to feel it.
The Gladers often tease Minho about it, talking about how he's one wrong move away from ripping your clothes off and cracking where he stands.
It's taking a lot of resilience from the both of you. Especially since you're both stubborn - it's become a silent game of who will crumble first.
"Hey, (Y/N)!" You're currently sorting out bedding and hauling different types of sleeping arrangements around camp. With Gally being put in charge of the Builders now, the huts are being thrown up like there's no tomorrow.
The Gladers and other Maze Subjects got the first available buildings, along with high up Right Arm members. You don't really mind, to be fair, you enjoy the hammocks and are happy to help the Gladers.
But as Thomas shouts you, you groan, turning around, blankets threatening to spill out of your hold. "Hey, Thomas. You good?"
"Yeah," something seems off about him as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, "I know you're already busy, but could you check on Minho for me?"
"Huh?" You tilt your head, concern immediately setting in. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"Uh," Thomas did not think this far ahead of his dumb plan. "Well, we just haven't seen him all day - seems kinda down. Figured you'd be the best person to speak to him."
This perplexes you. "Why me? You guys are closer."
And you could've sworn you'd seen Gally and Minho shoving each other about earlier today. Though, maybe you're just mixing up your days.
"Yeah, but he likes you, so..." You pause, farrowing your brows. He likes you? In what context? Like you know that he likes you. But... like, more than just the dumb flirting?
You shake it off. "Alright, gimme a second."
You dump the bedding off where it needs to be and make a beeline for Minho's hut.
Little do you know that Minho has just gotten out of the shower - and is completely fine. Thomas and Frypan decided they'd had enough of enduring the tension between you and this is the result that.
Reaching the door, it's slightly ajar, and in your concerned state, you, for some reason, decide not to knock.
"Hey, Minho, are you-?" You push open the door and immediately freeze.
Well, shit.
Minho stands with his back to you, loose sweatpants hanging off of his hips and he's without a shirt. He rubs his hair with a towel, freezing at your voice and turning slightly to look at you.
Which would be less awkward if you weren't in some kind of trance.
Minho is tall and muscular, and he doesn't have to be half naked for you to be aware of that. But, that's not what's stands out.
All over his upper body, mainly populating his back, are pinkish lines. They travel down his spine and split like webs across his back, some whisps creeping across his sides and grazing his front.
"You just gonna stare or ask me about it?" Minho says after a good few seconds pass.
What do you even ask?
"Uh, what... why..?" You trail off and Minho raises his eyebrow before scoffing.
"I got hit by lightning." He states matter-of-factly. "Ended up giving me some scars."
"When did that happen?"
"Out in the Scorch, just before we met Brenda and Jorge."
"And you never mentioned this?"
"Well, it didn't seem like a big deal," he smirks. "And I'm kinda enjoying the look on your face."
This kind of snaps you back into reality. You're here for a reason.
You clear you throat, closing the door behind you for more privacy just in case the ex-Runner is on the verge of a meltdown. "Are you... alright?"
"Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Minho is growing more concerned by the second. What is happening here?
"Well, Thomas said that something was wrong and asked me to talk to you."
Minho scoffs, putting the dots together and slowly nodding his head before rubbing his face with his hands. "Did he, now? Shuckin' slinthead. I knew they were up to something."
"Huh?"
"They're messing with you - us, even."
"Huh? Why would- oh! Oh."
Ah. That makes more sense. And is mildly mortifying.
"Yeah." Minho shakes his head, turning away from you again as he mumbles to himself. "Sorry, my friends are dicks."
"It's uh, fine. It's fine."
Your gaze falls back on Minho's chiselled form. He's practically mouth-watering.
And it's not like this is weird. You've been pushing each other's boundaries since day one. This could be another opportunity to see how far you can take things. I mean, he would if this were the other way around. So, with a sudden peak in confidence, you walk over.
Minho chucks his towel on his bed. "So, are you-?"
Minho doesn't even get the chance to finish his question as electricity sparks through him. Again. This time, not because he's nearly dying, but because your fingers graze his back.
His entire body stills, his mind immediately becoming foggy, and the hair on his arms stands on end.
"Do they still hurt?" You ask, your gaze focused on his skin and your voice low.
You're gentle in your moments, letting your fingertips barely tickle his flesh. But with the immediate and tense reaction, you're reminded that Minho is about as touch-straved as someone can get.
He's just good at hiding it.
"Uh, no, not really. They kinda feel weird sometimes, and I was really buggin' out about them when I first noticed them. But I guess I had bigger klunk on my plate." He tries to maintain his composure, but his voice wavers at several points.
You bring your hand higher, dancing across his spine and between his shoulder blades.
"Why were you buggin' out?" You've grown somewhat used to the Glader way of speaking.
He hesitates for a second, physically jumping when your other hand joins in, using your thumb to rub circles and pull at the scars threating to escape to his middrift.
"Well, I uh- shit," he mumbles the cuss word, stepping back more and into your touch, letting his head fall back. "I just... they just look weird, yanno?"
"I think they look hot."
Okay, you're becoming very bold.
"Hm? You think I look hot?" He asks, half-looking over his shoulder at you, not wanting to fully turn around and lose the feeling.
"That's not what I said."
"That's what I'm askin'."
You blink at him, watching his lopsided smile creep across his face.
In a game of confidence - Minho will always win.
Which means trying to play it cool.
"I just think scars are interesting, they tell a story."
"Do you go around touching everyone's scars, then?" He cracks a wicked grin you can't see as he turns his head away again. "That might get you in a bit of trouble around here."
"Yeah, but not with you." It actually is genuinely fun tracing the patterns in his skin. You have one hand following one path and the other following a different one.
"Oh, yeah? How do you know that?"
"Because you like it."
He peers at you again, his face suddenly serious and his tone lower than before. "You're really starting to push it, yanno that?"
"Push what?" You tilt your head, pretending to play innocent.
"You know what."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"So, you're just feeling me up because you think my scars are hot?" He scoffs. "That's what's happening here?"
You think for a second. Fuck it. "Yep."
"Well, there's more scars if you wanna touch them?"
Your eyes flicker to his face, letting your arms fall from his skin. He turns around, holding his hands behind his back, he rocks on his heels.
From his back, travelling to his front are smaller webs of the scarring. At first glance, you thought they only reached around his sides, but now you're realising there's thinner, less noticeable branches trailing across his abs.
He presses his lips into a thin line, almost like he's calling your bluff. Because this is the game you've been playing. Pushing each other. And you've pushed him so he's pushing you.
Though, this very well might end up being the breaking point.
Too stubborn to back down, your hand connects with his stomach area. He flinches, but very quickly relaxes again. You gently run your fingers across the lines and the curves of not only the remains of the electricity, but of just his body.
Your eyes flicker to his face as you expect him to make some cocky comment about how that's not a scar. But he doesn't. His eyes are fixated on your hand.
It's a feeling he's never really experienced before - watching someone enjoy him. Someone touch him with such care. With such want. Someone touching him like this at all is new.
And it's you.
You're the one touching him.
You.
And that's making it so much worse.
He doesn't make any effort to hide or stop the tightening sensation in his pants or the way his chest is rising and falling. His mind is falling into complete fog; he feels like he's taken something he probably shouldn't have.
You notice it, too.
"Minho-?"
"Shut up," he says almost immediately, eyes finally meeting yours. His pupils are wide and his eyelids heavy. "This... this isn't fair. You can't..."
He seems a strange mix of stressed and turned on.
"Okay, I'll stop," you pull your hand away, but he immediately grabs it, laying it flat against his middrift. "Minho?"
"Don't," he mumbles. "Don't stop." He can't look at you properly.
God, what's happening to him?
"Look," he continues, trying to gain some sort of clarity for a second. "If you're just messing around, that's fine, but leave now, okay? 'Cause this is getting cruel."
His words and the way he's acting is sending heat straight to your core. You step towards him, your faces inches apart.
"Are you caving, Minho?" Your voice is sultry as your hand slides further down his front.
"Are you?" He responds, leaning in further, your noses brush and you can feel his breath on your face.
"We can't keep doing this, yanno? One of us has to break eventually." You mumble, practically into his lips.
His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.
"Shuck it," his hands come to your waist, yanking you closer as he finally kisses you. You squeak from the force behind it as you throw you arms around his neck, clawing into his back to try and steady yourself.
It takes a matter of seconds for Minho to spin you around, pushing you onto the bed, both of you tangling together. Desperation sets in fairly quickly.
Minho's hands under your shirt as you try to pull it over your head. His lips on your neck and chest as he slips a hand under you, trying to yank your jeans down. You leave stains on his skin from your nails.
It's a blur of emotion and hormones.
Then Minho hesitates as he sits back. At first, you think he's just admiring you as you lay in your underwear, but there's something else.
"You good?" You ask, becoming concerned.
"You know we're not gonna be friends anymore if we do this, right? Like the flirting and klunk is fun, but this is different. We can't take this back. A-and I've never done this before. I don't wanna shuck up our friendship or make things weird."
You blink at him before sitting up. He watches you as you move onto your knees and kiss him again.
"I don't wanna be your damn friend, Minho. Take the hint."
It's like there's a light behind his eyes, a smile creeping across his face, but unlike his usual cocky smirk, it's soft and warm and genuine.
He pecks your lips. It's sweet and unusual for him. "You wanna be more than friends, then?"
"Yeah," you chuckle, "but I'm sure we can worry about that later. We're a bit busy right now." You wrap your arms around his neck again, lightly touching the scars on his back. He grins at you, connecting your lips again as he pushes you down.
He pulls away, his teeth brushing your ear lobe as he lets out a low chuckle.
"Sounds like a good plan."
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Here ya go, another spicey Minho piece for y'all.
I hope you enjoyed :))
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Hello ! Eh could you May write a minho x reader (the maze runner ofc bc I'm currently obsessed and I love your writing) we're he and reader have a cute lil picknick date in the savehaven bc happy endings are deserved
Happy endings are most definitely deserved. Also, the line between cuteness and cheesiness was definitely blurred with this one. Hope you enjoy!
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First date
Minho x gender neutral!reader
Set post-tdc
Scrolling through pinterest for these photos is incredibly fun but also the most offensive slap in the face as a single person TT
Also, Newt is alive!
Warnings: language
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He's been planning for weeks.
You know this because no matter how subtle he tries to be, you've seen the way he's been throwing you weird looks and acting uncharacteristically skittish and suspicious ever since you got to the Safe Haven.
He'd asked you earlier that day (Mr. oh so casual and cool), caught your hand before going off to work. "Y/n, can I take you to dinner tonight?"
As prepared and expectant as you thought you were, you'd just stuttered out a surprised yes and stood there blushing as he grinned and walked away.
But now he's standing in your open door, and you know that this is the moment he's been planning for weeks.
You drink in the sight of him, framed by the sunset behind, and you can tell that the smile on his face is nervous, despite how well he's hiding it.
"Hey," you say, running a self conscious hand through your hair. The Safe Haven is a place for refuge, and doesn't have much in terms of fancy clothes, so you're dressed in a plain long-sleeved shirt and... you're reluctant to say you're wearing sweatpants to a date, but they're pretty much sweatpants.
Minho's dressed similarly, just a grey T-shirt (likely to make you panic over his arms) and a jacket slung over his shoulder, presumably in case it gets cold later.
Still, he gazes at you like you hung the moon, and says in the most genuine, sincere tone, "You look beautiful."
Fuck. "Thanks," you manage to say. "You do too."
Minho smirks. "I know."
"God-" you huff out a breath, rolling your eyes and pushing him out the door.
He nudges you with his shoulder, grinning at you, and you let out a laugh, relaxing instantly. You can read it in his eyes; it's just me. The one person in the world you're most comfortable with.
"Darling?" he says smoothly, offering you his arm with a cocky grin on his face.
Your heartrate picks up, but you simply raise an eyebrow at him. Two can play at that game. You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow and lift onto your toes to whisper in his ear. "Let's go, baby."
You smirk at the flustered expression that crosses his face, before he recovers and starts to lead you forward. "Let's."
So, you and Minho... technically haven't had a first date yet.
You got together after escaping the Maze and WCKD, your first kiss being a searing, desperate, we-almost-got-killed-by-zombies crush of mouths. From then, you haven't had the chance to go on a proper date.
Basically, you have no idea what to expect as he leads you to Newt and Thomas' hut.
Minho shoots you quick smile as he knocks on the hut door, which immediately opens.
You're greeted by twin smirks, before Thomas disappears into the hut with Minho, who squeezes your hand and gives a quick "back in a sec".
"Any idea what he's got planned for you?" asks Newt, leaning on the door frame.
"Not a clue," you reply. "You got anything to share?"
"Can't spoil it, sorry," says Newt, shrugging.
He glances over his shoulder. "Look, I've got about five seconds now where I could give you the shovel talk, but I really don't think you, or Minho, need that, so I'm just gonna give you this: You guys are perfect together. Have fun, yeah?"
You huff out a laugh, ducking your head. "We will. Thanks, Newt."
He nods at you as the other boys come back, and your eyes drop to the picnic basket clutched in Minho's hand. "What-"
Minho chuckles at your widened eyes. "Come on, we're going to the beach."
⭒----⭒
"Minho, this is amazing," you say incredulously, staring at the picnic spread out in front of you. There's a blanket thrown over the sand, with food boxes and drinks resting on it. Plus, a lantern sits in the centre, casting a warm glow over your faces.
"You like it?" asks Minho, a smile tugging at his lips.
You nestle closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's perfect. I love it."
Time floats by as the two of you talk and eat, watching the sunset and trying to stop the napkins flying away in the breeze (you have to slap a hand over them, and Minho nearly knocks over a drink catching the one that escapes your grasp, and neither of you can stop giggling; yes, giggling).
"Here, just pack it all in the basket."
"Yeah- shit, where'd it go?"
"I've got it," says Minho, tossing the cups in.
You place the picnic basket behind you, on one of the corners of the blanket.
"Hang on," you mutter. You grab a couple more rocks to weigh down the blanket so the corners stop flicking up. "Fuck- shit," you shake your head as the sand flies into your face, and you groan to yourself as you brush it off.
You drop the last rock into place, dusting off your palms and nodding at your handiwork, before turning and- oh.
Minho's sitting back, hands braced under his shoulders, with the softest, fondest, most tender expression on his face. Just... watching you.
You smile self-consciously, and he shakes his head, face breaking into a smile. He sits forward, raising his hands and opening his arms in a 'come here' gesture, and you oblige immediately, melting into him.
"I love you," he whispers, lips pressing against your head.
You lift your eyes to meet his, nudging your noses together. "I love you too," you reply softly, before capturing his lips in a kiss.
You push him down gently, rolling over on top so you can slot your mouth over his, one hand cupped around his face as he loops his arms around you to pull you closer.
He tastes like sea air, and the sweet cordial you were drinking earlier, and home.
"Wait, wait."
You let out a small noise as Minho breaks the kiss, pulling away.
"I had one more surprise planned for tonight," he tells you, reaching into a hidden box.
You watch curiously as he hooks up a speaker and turns on a small screen.
Minho grins at you as his finger hovers over a 'play' button on the screen.
"You didn't," you breathe.
"I did," he responds.
"Minho, how'd you even find-"
You stop speaking as light instrumental music fills your ears, and you close your eyes as the present blurs into the past.
"We look stupid."
"I really don't care."
Bare feet whisper through the grass as you join hands with Minho.
You step through the sand, taking Minho's hand.
"I mean, I did promise you."
"I'll get you music next time, trust me."
"It's okay, just dance with me now."
Two figures spin in the darkness, moving with no rhythm, no song playing to guide.
Minho's face glows in the lamplight, and he twirls you as the music swells.
He catches you in his arms as you spin back to him, and you tip your head up so you're nose to nose.
Then you're kissing, arms wrapping around each other as the water sweeps up around your ankles.
"This is perfect," you murmur. "You're perfect."
Minho laughs softly. "Nah, that's you, sweetheart."
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the-fiction-witch · 1 year
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Oh- bloody hell
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Media the maze runner / TMR TST / TMR TDC
Character Newt
Couple Newt X Reader
Rating flirty and suggestive
Concept outfits ;)
I did my best to remain still but not too still as that would be suspicious.
To not open my eyes but also not move my eyes under my eyelids. 
I listened carefully as I heard alby heading to his own hammock not too far from my own. 
I made sure he had shut off his lamp and waited for a minute or two before I heard his snores. 
I continued to wait to make sure everyone around me was asleep. 
Once I had waited enough time, I slowly opened my eyes and checked the area everyone around me was fast asleep in the grey darkness of the glade.
I slowly pushed my covers off me folding them back on themselves until they were at my feet, I carefully slid my legs out of the hammock and towards the floor making sure not to make a sound even holding my breath a little.
Once I had both feet on the floor I took soft gentle steps making sure not to wake anyone as I went until I got out of the maze of hammocks and the homesteads stone floor once in the sweet grass I scampered as fast as I could with my bad ankle across the glade into the deadheads. 
I snuck through them just in case anyone had gone for a late-night stroll making sure I moved silently and undetected until I spotted the sweet orange glow.
The glow emanated from her little window where a candle had been left to help me find my way. I rushed over eagerly but stopped by the door, I fixed my clothes and my hair making sure I looked good and all before knocking on the door our secret knock and as I did the light went off and her sweet voice cooed 
"Come in" she smiled 
Immediately I opened the door and headed inside shutting the door behind me, I almost wanted to wait to savour the sight but I couldn't hold my excitement.
I turned and saw her room with her little mattress on the floor and her clothes thrown around as usual and there she sat. 
On her mattress in the light of her little lamp beside the bed, her legs down the bed towards me, her smooth skin exposed to me almost completely as all she wore was the little white hoodie I let her keep last time I was here it hung off her shoulders un buttoned completely revealing a lot of her cleavage, her thighs completely exposed 
"Hi newt"
"Oh- Bloody hell." I groaned unable to stop staring "when I left that with you this is not what I imagined" 
"But?"
"But... you look amazing," 
"did you want to join me?"
"very very much," I smirked basically jumping on the bed with her to kiss her
I waited until everyone was asleep, listening to the hum of electronics and Winston snoring, I opened my eyes looking out across the room from my high bunk, I slowly pushed my covers off and slipped my feet over the edge slowly going down the little ladder 
"where are you going?" Thomas asked on the bottom bunk
"Uuuuuhhh... out."
"why?"
"Uuhhhhhhhhh... mysteries." 
"Alright newt" he shrugs turning over so I smiled and pulled off the cover to the vents slowly and carefully crawling through the path I had learnt since we'd been here. pushing off the vent on the other side 
"Psst!"
"You can come in Teresa got put somewhere else today"
"Ohh okay" I smiled getting out into the girl's room and immediately I saw her tucked up on her own bed with only the blanket around her "Oh- Bloody hell."
"I'm a little cold newt. maybe you could...warm me up"
"I would be happy to sweetheart" I smirked crawling into bed with her
I kept out my little bed making sure not to make any noise as I kept across camp when the light switched on
"Where do you think you're going?" Brenda asked 
"Ohhh uuhhhh just for a walk around camp"
"Really?"
"Yeah"
"Relax he's off to see y/n" Fry spoke up from his bed 
"Oh fine" she shrugs 
So I happily ran off through the camp until I found her tent I smiled waiting for a moment making sure I looked alright fixing my hair before I spoke up "Y/n" I smiled 
"Yes?"
"It's me" I cooed
"Come in" she cooes 
I happily rushed inside her tent seeing her little lamp light on with her little bed set up and she wore nothing... but my little fluffy coat I let her keep yesterday. she was merely holding it together to prevent her from being completely naked 
"Hi" she giggled
"Oh- Bloody hell. you look... fucking amazing" 
"You think so?"
"Can I?"
"Of course" she giggled so I smirked and jumped in her bed with her. 
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tubatudiaries · 1 year
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BACK TO YOU ~
Genre:- angst, fluff in later parts
Yeonjun x gn!reader
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You and yeonjun were in a healthy happy relationship ever since he proposed to you on your birthday. He even took you to Bali for your 6 month anniversary and you both were falling in love with each other more and more as days pass.
After 3 long sweet years with each others company and a beautiful bond, the unexpected happened
One fine evening, you decided to go and pay yeonjun a visit and decided to buy his favourite ramyeon and happily headed over to his place. But as soon as you swung open the door your heart stopped beating , you froze in your place and dared to enter any further.
You saw yeonjun cuddling with some girl who was wearing his hoodie and the whole place smelled like cookies.
Yeonjun pushed the girl he was cuddling with aside and stood up to give his explanation
"y/n it's not what it seems like"
Perhaps he noticed you too late, you were already , body extremely stiff and stream of tears falling with an expression of disappointment were staring without break in yeonjun's eyes.
"there is nothing to explain I've seen enough, take this ramyeon and eat with your new girlfriend, they are enough for two people, have a happy date, I'm extremely sorry for interrupting your cuddling session, I'll leave, you both can continue with your business"
As you said that, it took your entire body's strength to not burst into tears , you dropped the ramyeon packets on the entrance and slammed the door and went straight to a person who will hear you out, your friend taehyun who is also yeonjun's friend.
As you were walking, you felt like your world had collapsed , your entire body went numb , streams of tears falling continuously , you couldn't feel anything , all the memories of the past 3 years flashed in front of you. You said to yourself "why, why did you do this to me? To us? To our relationship? It was nearly perfect if not more, it was going great between us? What did I do wrong to have been replaced " you screamed with all your body's might "WHAT DID I DO TO HAVE DESERVED THIS" You fell down on your knees crying nonstop
The person who gave you all the happiness taught you what love was like broke your heart. The person whom you trusted with your whole life to not betray your trust just did, he did it.
Having no energy to walk any further you sat on a nearby bench and started to collect your scattered thoughts, you called up taehyun and because you were crying continuously your voice was breaking as your were speaking to taehyun , you told him your location. He reached there as fast as possible . Till then you were reminiscing your memories, seeing photos of you two having fun and laughing and crying at the same time. You could never get these moments back he ruined them for you both .
You saw taehyun running towards your direction. He sat beside you and offered you a water bottle to calm you down. He waited for you to calm down before he could ask anything.
After calming down , you told him about the heart shattering incident. Even though he didn't react, deep down he was extremely filled with anger, he never thought his hyung would ever do this. He listened to you and said "I'm extremely sorry y/n for whatever happened, the yeonjun hyung i knew wasn't a scumbag, he always talked about you with us about how lucky he is to have found you, but after what he did he deserves no sympathy from my side "
Yeonjun POV:-
"oh no no no what have I done, this isn't right, y/n must be crying my poor y/n " He shot a cold look towards the girl who was wearing his hoodie and listening to music so loud she didn't even heard what happened "Yahhh, soojun stop recording your stupid video, you messed up really bad for me"
Soojun looked towards yeonjun "what did I do , and what are you doing, you are ruining the video, my boyfriend will come to know this is all a setup better act better "
yeonjun couldn't believe his ears " GET OUT THIS INSTANCE REMOVE MY HOODIE CHANGE INTO YOUR CLOTHES AND GET THE HELL OUT "
Oh noooo I should run after y/n
He quickly got dressed and ran in all directions to look for you, but no clue of you
He held his head with both of his hand and pushed his hair back, suddenly he remembered that you must be in the park nearby here where you both go for evening walks once in a while . He ran with all his might, tears daring to fall from his eyes.
He entered the park and, as soon as he saw you felt relieved. He ran straight towards you.
"Y/N!!!"
You turned your head, to see yeonjun all sweaty and catching his breath.
"Y-yeonjun what are you doing here? "
"I'm here for you, you deserve a valid explanation, taehyun you be the judge"
You nod your head and yeonjun started giving his explanation " The girl you saw back then was my cousin her name is soojun, her boyfriend was acting suspicious and her friend had sent a video of him hanging out with some other girls in a nightclub without her, she wanted to make him jealous and decided to record a video of us pretending to cuddle , I could never cheat on you, no girl in this world can ever replace you, you are part of me, I can't possibly myself apart, my heart only beats for you , y/n I choi yeonjun love you more than any other man could ever in this entire world"
After hearing him out you felt ashamed for not even letting him explain the situation . His apology and confession made you burst into tears and yeonjun hugged you.
You both held each other and everything felt alright once again, you felt safe in his arms , his smile as bright as sunshine shining on top of your head. He pecked your lips and yeonjun came so close that your noses were touching and he whispered, "I love you and only you my princess, you are only mine"
"I love you too yeonjun and I'm only yours and only yours "
(Taehyun's eyes couldn't afford to see all that and so he went away :))
THE END~
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Shy
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Pairing: Newt x shy!reader.
Warnings: Slight angst with Gally at the beginning.
A/N: Kinda short but I wanted to write something for Newt.
900 words.
Requests: Open. Masterlist
Summary: You were always quiet. Newt was your boyfriend and you only really spoke to him and some friends.
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You were standing in the meeting building with Minho, Thomas, Alby, and of course Newt who was your boyfriend.
You and Newt were always together. Over the years of new people arriving, they were quick to know that you were taken. Nobody would ever have a chance with you.
You guys were all discussing about running into the maze to find new things after Thomas had killed a Griver. Everyone was curious to see if anything new could be found.
Newt had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to him.
You were in the middle of saying something when you saw the doors open, Gally and a few other guys entered.
You immediately stopped talking. Looking down at the ground, fiddling with your fingers.
You were very very shy. You only spoke around certain people. Alby, Newt, Thomas, Frypan, and Minho were the only ones you spoke a whole lot to.
Of course, Gally was always trying to talk to you, he knew you were dating Newt and he hated the fact that the only girl in the glade was taken. So, he would always be flirting with you.
You didn’t say anything when Gally would flirt with you, you would try to ignore him and get away from him. Usually, one of your friends or your boyfriend would see and get him to leave you alone.
“Oh Y/N was talking. Come on gorgeous, finish what you were saying.” Gally said to you.
Everyone in the room looked over at you, you could feel Newt’s grip on you getting tighter.
Your face flushed having everyone’s eyes on you. You turned into Newt, looking up at him.
He looked down knowing the look you were giving him.
You were uncomfortable.
“We’ll finish this conversation later Alby.” Newt said to him.
Alby nodded and turned to the others, changing the topic to something else.
Newt and you walked out of the room, leaving everyone to probably argue since Gally was in the room.
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You and Newt were sitting in the field away from everything going on. He played with your hair as you leaned into him. You were both enjoying the sun and the company of one another.
“Newt?” You said his name.
“Hmm?” He mumbled back.
“Will Gally ever leave me alone? The flirting is getting really annoying.” You said.
“I’ll take care of it Love. He won’t bother you anymore.” Newt said.
He leaned in closer to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to sit in between his legs with your back to his chest.
You guys stayed there for a while, talking, and enjoying each other’s company. It was starting to get dark out so you both headed back to everyone else.
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They were getting ready to throw a bonfire. Pilling sticks up, soon it’d be dark enough to start the fire.
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The fire was going, everyone was partying around it.
Gally was fighting with some kid, knocking him to the ground. Everyone around cheered.
You rolled your eyes as you and Newt walked past them.
You both went and sat at the log you guys always sat at during each of these. Newt had grabbed a drink along the way and was drinking that between each conversation he had with you.
Minho came over and sat down beside you.
“How’s it going guys?” He asked, nudging your side playfully.
You giggled hitting Minho on the arm lightly.
He dramatically acted as if he was in pain.
Which made you laugh more.
“Minho, did you try some of Gally’s new drink?” Newt asked.
“No?” Minho said, looking at the drink Newt had in his hand.
“Here try it.” Newt said, passing the drink over to Minho.
Minho took a sip of it and once he swallowed, he started coughing.
You and Newt started laughing at his reaction.
“Bloody hell! That’s horrible!” Minho complained.
He passed the drink back to Newt.
“I don’t know how you’re drinking that.” Minho said in disgust.
You laughed at Minho, he looked over at you and smiled.
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The three of you sat there for the rest of the party. Talking about everything and anything. Anytime someone else came over to you guys for a few minutes you’d get quieter.
Thankfully they didn’t stay long.
The bonfire was nearly out. Almost everyone had gone to sleep at this point.
You, Newt, and Minho decided to call it a night.
Minho went off in one direction to the place where he slept, and you and Newt in the other.
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You crawled into bed, Newt following you. The second you laid down, Newt grabbed you, pulling you in close to him.
You giggled at his actions.
He smiled hearing your laugh.
He kissed the top of your forehead.
“I love you.” He whispered.
You smiled. “I love you too Newt.” You whispered back.
You were quick to fall asleep with Newt rubbing your back, him not long after hearing your peaceful breathing as you laid comfortably in his arms.
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Newt was so in love with you, as you were with him.
The way he looked at you was as if you put the stars in the sky.
Nothing could ever possibly make this boy not love you. You two were in it till the end.
Through everything and anything. Newt and Y/N would always be each other’s forever.
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gallys-wife · 2 years
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Phantom Pains
A/N: I know I said I was going to put the Gally one out first but I finished the Newt one first because I had more inspo for it. Warning I suck at writing endings.
This is based on my headcanon of "Newt getting random pains or cramps in his leg from his jump even years after, especially in the cold weather."
Word Count: 851
Warning: Newt x Reader, talks of Newt's jump, fluff, the reader's gender isn't mentioned and there's no use of Y/n
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It was a cool night in the glade. Everyone was fast asleep except for Newt who had crept out of his hammock and you, who had been woken by the uneven shifting noise of the floorboards under his feet.
You had been in the glade for 6 months to the day, but your sleep never improved from fitful, light sleep since the first night you arrived. Every sound from the other boys woke you up, every snore or creak of a cot, so you knew the minute Newt snuck out of his bed. Curious, and knowing you won’t be able to sleep anyways, you slowly and quietly push back your blanket, climbing off your mattress and following after the boy.
You find him by the bonfire, the fire long since put out, with a cup of Gally’s mysterious brew in his hand. He hasn't noticed you yet so you take the moment to evaluate the situation. He’s tense, his back rigid and his face pinched like he’s in pain. He rubs at his left thigh, taking another sip of the drink before wrinkling his nose and setting it aside.
When he does he realizes you’re there, immediately releasing his left leg and plastering a small smile on his face. “What are you doing awake, love?” he questions, batting the spot next to him.
You happily take the seat, scooting close enough to him that he gets the picture and raises his arm so you can snuggle under it. Newt had been the first person you had really gotten close to in the glade, with his charming accent and helpful personality. 6 months after arriving Newt is your best friend so cuddling up under his arm like this, especially on cold nights, is a common occurrence.
“Heard you get up.” You murmur tiredly, resting your head on his shoulder and leaning heavier on him. You can hear his intake of breath when your leg leans against his, and you quickly straighten up again, remembering his expression of pain just a minute before. “Are you okay?” You ask, tiredness and desire to huddle for warmth forgotten.
“Yeah, I’m fine-” he begins, but stops when you shoot him a look that screams that you don’t believe him. “... sometimes I have like… phantom pains in my leg. From…” he trails off. You know what happened, it didn't take you long to figure it out especially with how everyone acted whenever it was brought up.
You lay a hand on his shoulder, smiling when he makes eye contact, letting him know he doesn’t need to finish. You stand with a small sigh. “Alright old man, spread your legs.”
“Excuse me?” He looks startled at your words but you just point at his legs.
“You heard me. Spread your legs.”
Watching you suspiciously he does as he’s told and you unceremoniously plop to the ground in between his knees. You turn, lifting his leg as gently as possible and scooting closer so he can rest his calf on your legs.
“What are you doing?” he asks, face pinched again, and you know you moving him every which way can’t be pleasant.
“I’m giving you a leg massage.” You explain, making him shake his head quickly.
“You don’t have to do that-” You cut off his speech by beginning to need the skin of his thigh, just above his knee, and you can hear his breath get caught in his throat like the wind has been knocked out of him. As you move higher to his mid-thigh, massaging as you go, his head lolls back and a small groan leaves his lips. His hand blindly lands on your opposite knee, looking for something to grab onto. “But I’m not gonna stop you.” He sighs out, relaxing back against the log.
You both chuckle at that, and things are quiet for a few more moments until your eyes begin to get heavy and your hands start to get tired.
“Come on, love.” He moves his hand from your knee to your shoulder, pulling you forward until you lay in between his leg, head resting on his chest. “As much as I am enjoying this leg massage we both have to be up early tomorrow morning and need our sleep.”
“People are going to talk,” You murmur, barely able to keep your eyelids open thanks to how warm and comfortable his chest is to lean against.
He wraps both his arms tight around your middle as he can, holding you close enough you can hear his heartbeat and feel his warm breath against the top of your head. “Let them talk.” He whispers.
You smile, feeling a different kind of warmth spread through your chest and you raise your head to look at him only to see his eyes are closed. You press your ear back to his chest, listening as his breath slowly evens out and his heartbeat decreases to a calm rhythm. He’s asleep. With a small sigh you decide to follow suit, allowing his steady heartbeat to lull you to sleep, smile still on your face.
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lilacdorkie · 3 years
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unnoticed | newt x reader
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title:unnoticed
pairing: newt x reader
words:
type: fluff/kinda angst
warnings: mentions of blood, suicide, guns
prompt: everyone around you notice your affection and feelings towards newt, exept said boy.
songs recommendetions: miss americana & heartbreak prince by taylor swift, i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys, if i could fly by one direction, fine line by harry styles, i love you by billie eillish, mirrors by justin timberlake, sweater weather by james harris
a/n my first newt imagine, i tried my hardest! sleep well, have a good day and drink water!
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NEWT didn’t notice. He never noticed the glances you’d give him, longing stares or how sparkles formed in your eyes, whenever you saw him. But Frypan did. He always watched your person in front of blonde boy, thinking how he could be so blind, when it was so obvious.
“He’s such a slinthead” said Fry one day at the bonfire. You furrowed your eyebrows looking at your friend. “ I mean, you give him those eyes and he still reminds blind”. You didn’t say anything. Just glanced at Newt, again.
HE didn’t notice. He never saw how you managed to fix your hair or shirt, when someone said he’s coming towards your way. But Winston did. And never lost a chance to laugh at you or tease, because he knew what was going on.
“You literally look the same everyday. He’s seen you like this million times. It’s like your hands have magic inside of them, that will make you look like a princess, suddenly.” said Winston as Newt went back to work.
“Slim it, Win” you said embarrased knowing, that it was riddiculous. But you couldn’t help it. Newt had that effect on you.
CHUCK got used to your talk, eventually. After two years, he got used to be greeted in the morning with little morning and question if he saw Newt. When it was dinner, he got used to your drooling over second-in-command. Or when you were pranking Gladers, he knew you will immadietly say to not doing anything to Newt. And, of course, he knew at the bed time, you would say how much you liked him.
“I’m telling you (Y/N), one day you will get married and have seven children” said chubby boy resting next to you.” Why so much? Having to take care of sixty boys it’s enough” you said and both of you laughed. He really did wish you a good life with blonde boy.
BOY found himself watching you, closely. He saw your panicked eyes, your shaking hands. Your faster breathe and how you were practically running from one place to another. Alby didn’t want you to see Newt, like that. He also knew the said boy didn’t want either.
“You’ll be okay Newt, everything will be alright. We will fix you. I will fix you. I promise, just don’t leave me, please. I can’t...I can’t loose you. Not you.” you keep saying as you and Minho tried to bear boy’s wounds. His leg was broken in three places and blood streamed down his face.
“It was an accident. Please, don’t worry” Alby said after you treated Newt. You shaked your head, tears kept coming down from your eyes.
“I perfectly know, Alby. I know, what would get him to be injured like that. It’s not nothing. We have to take care of him. Be there for him. I swear on my life, he will survive and he will live happy life” you said with determination. Alby knew since then, that you would give up your own life for blonde boy. You almost did.
BROWN-HAIRED BOY thought it must feel amazing. To love someone this much. To feel pure happiness and love to one person. Thomas was fascinated by your feelings. He always caught himself thinking, how is it, that his best friend doesn’t feel this energy coming from you.
“How does it feel like?” he asked one night, when it was your guys turn to watch the surrodings at the Scorch. You looked at him confused. “To feel so strong emotions and yet, never saying anything” he added. You were silent for a moment. You didn’t know either.”There wasn’t really time to acknowledge it. That’s all.”
YOU were terrified. First you were running from Grievers, then WICKED and now, the Cranks. You asked yourself, when will it stop? But whatever happened, you always were able to hold Newt’s hand. Or his arm. Or part of his shirt. Even when there was some peace, you still had the urge to touch him, somehow. You needed to feel him. To know, he is right beside you. He is safe. 
MINHO noticed it. Every time. At first, he thought it’s odd. But then, he realized how you felt. Wondered, what was on his best friend mind. 
“ It’s kinda cute, you know” he said, while you all were sitting at the Cliff watching Aris and the girls. ”You hold hands so often, I’d think you are dating”. Newt laughed it off and let go of your hand, just to elbow you with a smirk.
“We got these shunks to think we’re a think, (Y/N). The best irony in my life” blonde boy said shaking his head. You didn’t say anything, just smiled at all of them. They looked at you sympatrically. What could you say? 
THE GIRL was smirking, whenever she looked at you two. You were blindly in love with the boy, standing next to you. There wasn’t a moment where you weren’t next to him. Either it was your group discussing rescue plan for Minho or working or eating, your place was next to him.
“Sometimes, I think it’s creepy.” said your best friend sitting along with you at the sand. “What is?” you asked with a smile. She smirked.”How you always are by Newt’s side. It’s probably nothing weird to both of you, but from ours perspective, it really looks amusing, even” she answered, looking straight at you. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you laughed.
“Yeah well, I can’t help it. It’s something that feels right, you know? Like, it should be like that.” you said. Your gaze went to find blonde boy talking with Thomas. Brenda followed you, couldn’t help but smile. She really, really prayed you would confess your feelings finally. From what you and others have been saying, among Minho, Thomas and Fry, you’ve been in love with Newt what it seems, for three years. It pained her to know, how deep you had to hide it. She also felt furious. Not at you, of course. At the boy, who was painfully obvious to your feelings. He didn’t notice small details, that showed how much you loved him.
“I CAN’T SHUCKING BELIEVE IT” said Gally when you walked side by side through the tunnel. He wouldn’t admit it, but felt disappointed and kind of surprised. He knew you and Newt for so long, saw your eyes, your smile, your body language. The way you acted around blonde boy. You had to be goddamn stupid, to not know that you were in love. And yet, you didn’t say a single word. And Newt didn’t see any of that.
“You really want to tell me, that you and him are still friends?” boy looked at you with disbelief. You turned behind to see, if Thomas and Newt don’t hear you.
“I guess. I mean, we always were friends.” you said quietly. Gally rolled his eyes.
“ It doesn’t mean you have to remain like this forever.” he commented with cheesy smile. You laughed and shook your head. “I’m not sure if this is a moment and place to confessions.” you said after a while.
“You’ve been saying it for a years now. It’s been cute at the beginning, seriously. But now, it hurts doesn’t it? What I am saying is, you shouldn’t waste any time. You might not have it a lot.” said Gally with symphaty and worry in his eyes.
“What are you talking about?” you asked not knowing how to proces his words. He didn’t say anything. Part of you didn’t need him to.
SHE looked sadly at her old friend. They didn’t have to tell her. She knew. Newt was infected. She glanced at you. You were looking at him with teary, worried eyes, clinging onto his arm, like always.When she was in WICKED, she couldn’t help but wonder, if she didn’t betray Thomas like that, would two of them be like you and Newt?
“He’s the love of your life, isn’t he?” she asked, getting your chip out of your neck. You didn’t say anyting. There was nothing to say.
“The serum you have….It won’t save him. You know that” you remained silent. Tears came to your eyes but you didn’t say anything. Thomas noticed the change in your facial expression. “I think that’s enough.” he said getting you away from her. He knew exactly what was that about. Of course he noticed. But him? He was to busy with his thoughts. Thoughts that were killing him, slowly.
“PLEASE (Y/N) JUST LISTEN TO ME” raven-haired girl practically yelled at you. “You know he doesn’t have much time. But I can help him. We can save him. I just need to test Thomas’ blood.” said Teresa pleading with her eyes towards you. Normally, you would laughed at her face. But this time, it was different. It was about Newt. You looked at him, almost crying. He was already looking at you, shaking his head. Without breaking stare, you asked a question:
“Will you save him?” your voice was shaking, you saw how Newt looked at you not confused. You felt Thomas sharp voice; “You can’t be serious, (Y/N)”. You still were looking at Newt. You hoped your eyes would tell him something, your lips weren’t able to.
“I know together, we will”
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AND that’s how you were running again. But this time, with needle in your hand and Teresa by your side. Corridors were almost empty, just doctors evacuating. Every guard was now just were The Ivy Trio was. That’s why you found them without any trouble. They noticed you straight away but obviously, guards did too. You reached the boys and started running together, as bullets were flying to your side. You were so determineted, so thankful for Teresa’s resarch that you didn’t feel bullet which was now lower your ribs.
“Newt I got it, I got the cure.” you half-shouted when you all were in the room. They all looked at you like you were crazy.”Me and Teresa got it, you just have…” then you felt pain all over your body. Your legs were wobbly, head dizzy and you dropped to the floor.
“Bloody hell, (Y/N)! You’re bleeding!” said Newt kneeling next to you. You looked at him confuesd. “So what? Newt, didn’t you hear what I said? We have te cure. You’ll be okay”
“You literally was shot and even then, you still worry abiut this shuckface.” said Minho with disbelief. You just looked at blonde boy with the biggest smile despite the pain, killing you inside.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” said Newt taking the needle from your hand and putting it to the pocket. You didn’t look happy like few seconds before.
“What the hell? You have to take it, now.” you said completely ignoring Thomas and Minho who were now, breaking the big glass in front of them.
“(Y/N), are you insane? Your life is on an edge and you are asking me, to take the needle? Shouldn’t you worry about yourself first?” he said trying to stop the bleeding. Teresa slowly put you on your legs, as you had to jump.
“When you love someone more than yourself, you care more about him than you.” you mumbled. He just looked at you. Still, you thought, he didn’t notice..”
“Are you sure about that?” asked Minho looking at Thomas worried.
“Not really.” said boy. Newt frowned.”Great. We’re all bloody inspired”
As he said that, door opened. The four of you looked behind, you too tired to well, actually care. Then you felt youself falling down and then, into the unconsciousness.
AS YOU OPENED YOUR EYES, you were convinced that you died and are in some kind of after life. You stand and went outside. The first thing you noticed, was ocean. You smiled and walked towards it. Your mind was so mesmerized, that you didn’t notice Newt’s big smile when he saw you are awake. This time you didn’t notice. As he walked as fast as he could, to be by your side. How he ignored Minho’s snarky comment “about time, shank”. How he shoved everyone from his path, just to get to you. How his eyes were ony on you. How he sat by your side, not saying anything. How the minute he looked at you, he remembered your words about love. How he mentally punched himself in the face for not noticing your signs. Finally realizing why Gally was so pissed at him. Why Thomas smiled at him like that. Why Minho gave him speech about being slinthead. Why Frypan laughed at him. Why Brenda was smirking when she saw him heading to you.
“I know it now, love. I noticed.” he said looking at you. You were already looking at him. With those eyes. This smile. You reached his hand and interwined your fingers together.
“Thank you for saving me. For all these years.” Newt said kissing your knuckles. You chuckled.”Of course, Newt. You know I will always do that.”
He was by your side. All was well.
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12 Days of Christmas (2022)
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6 | Six Geese-a-Laying
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Pairing: Geto Suguru x f!Reader x Toji Fushiguro
Prompt: You’re new in town, and I’m your neighbor. We throw a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come and celebrate with us?
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: spitroasting, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal, oral sex, kind of voyeurism
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It’s Christmas eve, and there’s a knock on your door. Eerie since you don’t know anyone in town yet, and you certainly aren’t expecting company.
So you wait, hoping it stops. It doesn’t. Rather, the knocks become more forceful.
Taking a deep breath, you look through the peephole of your apartment door only to be met with the image of a shirtless man, long black hair and what looks like red Santa pants on.
You’ve never opened a door so quickly in your life.
You greet him with a smile, only to remember you’re in the shortest shorts you own and a tank top since you’ve been lounging around your home putting boxes of belongings away all day.
“Hi,” he says with a smile, eyes roaming over your body immediately. Your cheeks flush instantaneously at the sight of him. “We have a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come celebrate with us?”
You stand, stunned at the offer for a moment. He’s patient. Smiles while waiting for a response, giving you a chance to look him over. He’s lean, toned, has a dragon tattoo that starts on the left side of his chest, the body wraps around his shoulders and comes down by his hip. The tail ends in the waistband of his black briefs that you can clearly see.
You lick your lips at the sight, wondering just exactly where it ends.
The dragon is traditional. Obvious. He’s bold to show up to a stranger's place and knock on the door with it exposed.
But his eyes are kind, and he has a nice smile, so you agree.
The thought of changing your clothes before leaving with this stranger didn’t occur to you until you were in the hall to his apartment, hearing the loud music through the walls.
All thought of that disappears though, as you step inside. In fact, you were overdressed to some degree.
Men and women alike were topless, many of them hanging on the arms of the person sitting next to them.
A man with white hair and round glasses is spread out on the couch, taking up most of the space with his long legs. He has a woman on either side of him, caressing his chest and kissing his neck.
He smacks the ass of the blonde as he grins to you, “Sasa, get me a drink babe,” he says as the two women stand to leave the room.
You nod your head and purse your lips as you continue looking around the living room, until you spot a man talking with a gorgeous brunette in lemon colored shorts. He has raven hair, a scar over his lip and matching tattoos with the man you’ve come here with.
The woman he’s talking to gets mad, folding her arms over her chest as he walks away, towards you.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?” He questions, his voice gruff.
“Oh, I came here with…” You trail off, not having gotten the name of the man you followed. You make a note to remind yourself to make better decisions tomorrow.
“Suguru,” he answers, “and this is Toji.”
“Hi,” you smile at both of them, and give your name. Suguru wraps an arm around your shoulder as Toji watches closely. “I’m, um, your new neighbor. Just moved here, and I don’t really know anyone yet.” You chuckle nervously, not sure why you felt like you had to provide that much information about yourself.
The two men exchange looks before Suguru leads you into the living room to one of the couches. You sit in the middle, between Suguru and Toji, practically on top of them with how close they’ve moved themselves in.
Their bodies are warm next to yours, and their muscles are hard. And they're both incredibly attractive.
You’re not sure what to do or say, so you look around the room again, awkwardly. The white haired man tips his glasses down, exposing the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen before winking, placing them at the top of his nose once again.
Someone hands you a drink, you’re not sure who. And if you were making better choices tonight, you would have questioned what it was, or if it had anything in it. But you’re feeling awkward, so you drink it in one gulp.
It’s whiskey, and it makes you gag, but fuck if you didn’t need it to loosen your nerves.
You lean back on the couch, head resting on Toji’s shoulder, quickly feeling the effects as Suguru rests his hand on your knee, softly drawing random shapes into your skin.
“If you keep laying on me like this, I’m gonna think you like me.” Toji says, voice smooth, quiet and right next to your ear.
You giggle at his comment, moving your arm up to caress Suguru’s bicep as he continues to stroke your leg, moving up to your thigh. Your body reacts to his touch, reacts to Toji’s voice. Slowly, Suguru leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.
“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” He asks curiously.
Is there any part of you that’s willing to pass up a potential threeway with two attractive, potentially dangerous men?
No. Not tonight at least.
You’ll definitely work on making better decisions tomorrow.
“Have fuuun~,” the white haired man sings as both men grab you by the hand, leading you down the hall to one of the bedrooms.
It’s a spacious room. More importantly, there’s a large bed in the center with silky purple sheets.
The men waste no time in putting you between them, Toji at your front, Suguru at your back, both kissing and nipping down your neck and shoulders, removing your tank top and pushing you into one another until you can feel both of their hard lengths against you.
You mewl at the feeling, skin hot and body throbbing, begging to be ravished by them.
Wrapping your arms around Toji’s neck, you kiss along his jaw until you meet his lips in a series of messy kisses. Suguru lifts you, so you wrap your legs around Toji’s waist, where he carries you off to the bed, and lays you down gently.
You watch as both men disrobe quickly, and you follow suit, losing your own shorts in the process.
They grin at you, when your eyes widen at the sight of their cocks. Both incredibly long and hard. Both thicker than anyone you’ve ever been with before. But you’re also drooling, licking your lips, ready to take them however they please.
“Come here,” Suguru says, pulling you by the leg and adjusting you so you're angled in a way your head is leaning off the side of the bed, while your ass is off the other. 
“Wanna make you both feel good,” you whine, watching them from the edge of the bed, Toji smirks while Suguru strokes his length.
“Mm, really?” Suguru asks, walking towards you and you hum.
He takes his cock and taps your cheek with it a few times. He groans, when you take over, grabbing him by the base, swirling your tongue around the tip as you stroke him, gently.
He moves his hips, slowly at first, watching as you swallow inch by inch until his balls are grazing the tip of your nose, and your throat is bulging, full of him.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he groans as you hallow your cheeks and swallow around him.
“She looks so good like this,” Toji murmurs, grabbing your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He runs the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your clit several times before he grows impatient with his own antics and lines himself up to your entrance.
Suguru pulls back, as Toji slams his hips forward, and you cry out. It hurts, not having been properly prepared to accept him, but it feels so good at the same time.
Toji holds onto your thighs as he rolls his hips, and gives short shallow pumps of his own until you’ve adjusted to having both your pussy and mouth filled by them. And then they really start fucking into you.
It’s clear, with the way they time their thrusts with one another, they’ve shared before. The way Suguru plays with your clit as Toji leans forward, tugging and tweaking your nipples in his mouth.
You’re a moaning mess against Suguru, the vibrations making his dick twitch every so often.
They both praise you, tell you how good you’re taking them, about how they want to keep doing this with you. And you might just let them if they can keep making you feel this good.
Making good decisions can wait a week. Maybe even a month.
Toji stops pumping in and out of you when your orgasm rips through you, he lets out a loud groan at the way your body squeezes him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth.
“God damn,” he grunts, “so fucking tight.”
Suguru doesn’t stop. He pistons his hips back and forth as you choke and gag on his length. It hits the back of your throat with each thrust. When Toji picks back up, tears form in the corner of your eyes.
Suguru places his hand on your throat, feeling his cock each time he fully sheaths himself. Precum and spit are dripping out of the sides of your mouth, down your cheek and into your eye as he continues his assault.
“Fucking shit,” Suguru groans, pulling out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ once he gets too close to the edge. He grabs the tip of his cock to prevent himself from bursting all over your face, though he would like to see that. Next time.
“Wanna switch?” Toji asks between thrusts. Suguru nods his head, and Toji pulls out with a grunt. You whine at the loss of sensation, the loss of being filled so perfectly from the two men.
“Don’t worry, baby, we’re gonna make sure you feel good.” Suguru reassures.
They try to swap positions, but you sit up and shake your head, “want you both.”
Toji’s eyebrow quirks, along with the corner of his scarred lip in understanding. Suguru’s lifting you off the bed, taking your place as he sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. Gripping onto his shoulders, you slowly sink down, keening into him as your ass meets his lap.
Toji’s behind you, the tip of his cock teasing your other hole, “You’re fucking filthy, princess,” he rasps, letting a trail of spit fall to your tight hole before pushing in.
You both hiss, feeling the stretch from him as he fully sheaths himself, pressing his hips to your ass. They’re kind, considerate, giving you several moments to adjust, moving slowly up and down their lengths before pistoning their hips in tandem.
Both of your hands are tangled in two sets of raven hair, both men thrusting into you with reckless abandon. Suguru has his arms around your waist, holding you in place, your back arched against Toji, head resting on his shoulder with your eyes closed.
You’re just taking what they give you at this point, and it’s never felt better. Freeing. Letting these two men fuck into you, use you however they want.
When you feel both men lean forward, you assume they’ll be focusing on your body, but you feel nothing.
Opening your eyes, you see the two men sharing a heated, passionate kiss. Teeth on teeth, watching the way their tongues glide against one another. There’s no helping the wave of pleasure that immediately crashes through your body at the sight, both men moaning into one another as you clench and spasm around both of their thick cocks.
It’s too much, for either man to take, feeling your body squeeze the life out of them, feeling their cocks so nearly rubbing against one another. They’re both cumming, hard into you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you.
Both men tense, groaning into the crooks of your neck leaving searing kisses in their wake as they come down from their respective highs. You fall limp into Suguru’s arms, resting your head against his shoulder as Toji gently traces a line down your back causing you to shiver.
“I’d say she liked that,” Suguru chuckles while Toji’s pulling out before hearing a soft clap from the doorway.
Just barely, you’re able to make out the figure of the white-haired man leaning against the frame of the door, one leg crossed over the other.
“That was quite the performance,” he sounds amused, walking closer, Suguru’s cock still buried deep inside you. He grabs your chin, forcing your attention on him, as if it wasn’t already. “Next time, it’s my turn.”
You give a goofy grin back in return, before resting your head against Suguru’s chest once again, eyes heavy, drifting off to sleep. Turns out, this was the best decision you could have made this Christmas.
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Newt
⇾ Paradise ☁️
Thomas ✗
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Back on the platonic gladers when Thomas and newt go save minho Reader tags along (10-13), but instead of newt dying reader saves him and gets injured or dies
Hello again! Thank you for requesting, I was hoping someone would want a part 2 to Shields (read here). Hope you enjoy :)
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Shields - Part 2
Set during tdc - saving Minho (movieverse)
Gladers x young! fem!reader (platonic)
Notes: this is a continuation of my other fic Shields, highly recommend you read that first. also, this fic jumps around a lot cause I couldn't string it together properly. not my best work, but hope you enjoy anyway :)
Warnings: canon-typical violence (you get injured), YOU DON'T DIE (I did not have the capacity to write that lolll). NOT PROOFREAD
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"Yeah, that looks good." Harriet adjusts your grip on the gun slightly.
You've watched your friends shoot guns for months now, and you're pretty familiar with the movements and everything.
"Do I just shoot now?"
She nods. "Watch out for the kickback though, it's gonna recoil."
You hone in your gaze on the target, a piece of paper taped over a dead tree, and pull the trigger.
The bullet slices through the paper, ending up embedded in the tree bark.
Vince nods appreciatively. "Not bad; not bad at all. We could make a real fighter out of you."
You glow with the praise, turning to where your friends are grinning supportively, Frypan holding up a thumbs up.
"Nice shot, Y/n," calls Thomas.
You continue with shooting practice until your hands are sore, and then you break for lunch.
You sit with Thomas, Newt, and Frypan on the floor in an abandoned building, eating spaghetti right out of the can.
"What's the plan for today?" asks Thomas through a mouthful of food.
"We should be getting to the new base by today. It's gonna be a temporary setup, just for a year at the most."
"Then we get Minho?" you ask.
"Yeah," responds Vince. "Then we get Minho."
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Months later, you plan and enact a rescue mission for Minho, which fails.
You sit on your bed, hopeless, as you lean your head into your hands.
"Thomas, we can't wait another six months," you say.
It's just the two of you, sitting in the empty sleeping room.
"I know," he says quietly. "I'm leaving tonight."
"So you know I'm coming with you?"
"Yeah, I know," his grin glows in the fading light, and you stand to pack your things.
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Newt and Frypan end up coming on the mission, and you're joined by Brenda and Jorge as you start towards the Last City.
You see Gally again, who'd always looked out for you like a little sister.
"Y/n," he says in shock, the first time you hold up your gun.
"You taught her to shoot?" he whirls around to Thomas, staring accusingly.
"She's old enough to fight, and strong enough to make her own decisions," retorts Thomas.
"Guys," you interrupt exasperatedly. "Let's just find a way in, so we can get Minho."
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All of that leads you to now.
"Minho!" you shout, ducking around doors looking for him.
"Y/n, over here!" Newt's voice calls from behind you.
You run over and see Thomas and Newt, and Minho.
A sob catches in your throat as you sprint up to him and leap into his arms.
"Hey," he says, giving you a grin. "Long time no see."
"Idiot," you respond, punching him in the arm.
He takes you in fully, eyes sweeping over the combat gear you're dressed in, and the gun and knife strapped to your hip.
You wait for him to berate you for coming, for being too young and too small to fight.
It never comes.
"Guess you're a warrior now, huh?" he says, giving you a small smile.
You grin back, but the moment is interrupted as the WCKD soldiers find you again.
"In here!" yells Thomas, and you all stumble into the little storeroom.
You stand back as Newt and Minho barricade the door.
"Alright, anyone got any ideas," asks Newt.
"Yeah," says Thomas, staring ominously down through the window.
You step up and see a pool of water down below, and let out a sigh. "We're gonna die," you say matter-of-factly.
"Yep," agrees Minho.
They smash a gas canister through the window, and you grab Minho's hand as you step up to the edge.
There's a loud bang as Janson's team crashes through the door. "Jump!" yells Thomas.
You leap away from the building, wind roaring in your ears as the ground gets closer, and you hit the water feet first with a smash.
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You look on in concern and fear as Thomas helps Newt down inside a burning convenience store, away from the fighting rebels.
"We need to get the cure," says Thomas, gazing at his friend worriedly.
"I'll run ahead," responds Minho. "Gally can cover me."
Thomas nods. "Go."
"No," you interrupt, standing up. "We all know that cure's not gonna work. We need Teresa, and it has to be Thomas' blood."
"We can't drag 'im back there," says Minho, and you remember that he's been tortured by WCKD for months. He looks exhausted.
You shake your head. "I'll go alone. No one will stop me." You gesture to yourself. "Just a kid, right? I'll get the cure from Teresa and meet you where Brenda and Vince are."
A chorus of objections rise against you.
"Are you kidding?"
"No way, Y/n."
"Guys," you say, frustrated. "Newt's not gonna make it if we just send Minho and Gally. And Cranks are strong. When Newt Cranks out, and he will, Thomas and I will be dead first."
"I come with; I'll cover you," says Minho finally.
"What?" exclaims Thomas. "Why're you letting her do this?"
"You're the one who let her come in the first place," challenges Minho.
"No one is 'letting' me do anything," you interject.
"Hey!" calls Gally. "You better just go. We're wasting time here. I'll stay with Thomas; if Newt Cranks out, we can hold him off until you two get back."
Minho grabs Gally's walkie so you can communicate, and the two of you leave.
You run in front of him, setting the pace since you both know he'd be sprinting ahead of you.
You try and almost succeed at sweettalking your way around Ava, until she's shot by Janson.
You don't hesitate; you shoot him in the foot and run with Minho until you find Teresa.
She's bent over a microscope, and spins quickly as you and Minho run in.
"The cure," growls Minho, pointing his gun at her.
"It's almost done," says Teresa calmly, reaching for a syringe to transfer a deep blue liquid into a vial.
Minho turns, and you get an idea. "We need a ride, one of the aircraft things."
Teresa nods, expression staying infuriatingly calm. "You'll need someone to pilot it."
"Whatever," says Minho, "Just get us out of here."
As Teresa flies you across the city in a mini air-car, you grab the walkie talkie. "Thomas, you there?"
There's no response.
"Thomas, say something, please."
It takes a few more tries before the other side crackles to life.
"Y/n." Thomas' voice is scratchy and tense, and you can here his heavy breathing. "Have you guys got the cure?"
"Yeah, have you reached Vince?"
"No, listen. You need to come find us. We're in some sort of station. An open area, sheltered. Newt's Cranked out and Gally and I are struggling pretty bad. Please find us. I think- shit!"
"What? What was that? Thomas, are you okay?"
"Listen Y/n, I gotta go. Come find us!" The sound cuts off and you stand there, clutching the walkie and staring as if it'll help your friend.
"They're in some kind of station," you tell Teresa.
"Station..." she says, frowning slightly in thought.
"They said it's an open area, and it's sheltered."
"I think I might know."
Teresa pilots the air-car down and opens the doors, and you and Minho leap out.
"I can hear them!" exclaims Minho, taking off towards the station.
You sprint after them, not caring what Teresa does, and you freeze at the sight of Newt bringing a knife down on Thomas, before Gally jumps in to throw him off.
"Hold him still," you call as Minho jumps into the fight.
You prepare the cure and hold it carefully, waiting as your friends take down Newt, subduing him easily with 3 on 1.
You find Newt's neck and administer the cure, and your friends relax as he sags immediately.
None of you notice when his eyes fly open, still blown black, and he grabs his knife.
Only Thomas realises, and he does too late. "Y/n watch out!"
Newt, still Cranked out, sees you, the person who just injected him in the neck, and swings the knife at you.
As Newt stabs the knife into your side, all you know is pain.
You can only gasp the knife is yanked out and blood streams from your wound, Gally and Thomas grabbing for Newt as Minho dives towards you.
"Nononono, Y/n. No." Minho yanks his jacket off, pressing it to your side, but the blood snakes past, pooling in his hands.
Your gaze slides away, and you watch as Newt wakes up, the cure finally setting in, and his eyes land on you.
"Did I... No. Y/n!"
Your friends crowd around you, Newt cradling your head as Minho and Thomas try to stop the blood from flowing.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- Y/n, I'm so sorry." He smooths a hand on your hair, and you can feel his tears dripping onto your cheeks.
You can hear Gally yelling desperately into the walkie talkie, and Minho's repeated mutterings of "nonono, please".
"Stay with us, we're so close Y/n. I'm so sorry," Newt's head stays bowed over you, hands only moving to wipe his own tears off your face.
"It's okay," you manage to say. "W- wasn't you."
Newt shakes his head, and you hear Thomas start to shout as the blood doesn't stop.
"Come on!" he yells. "I'm not losing you too, I'm won't."
You feel your eyelids start to grow heavy.
"No!" Newt jolts your head slightly, tapping your face with his thumb. "Stay with us, okay? Just a little longer, please."
" 'm tired," you whisper.
"I know, just keep holding on."
"Hurts."
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." He looks up. "There! Vince is here, Y/n. Everyone's here, they're gonna take care of you. Just please, stay awake a little longer. Promise?"
"Okay."
You're unable to keep your promise, cause the blackness closes in, and your mind shuts off.
⭒----⭒
You awaken slowly, scrunching your eyes against the soft light of your room.
As sit up carefully, your hand comes up to brace against your side. You feel a bandage there, and the skin around it feels healed.
You swing your legs off the bed you're on, and you stand.
You push the hut door open, lifting an arm against the brilliantly bright sun, and you stare at the wide beach ahead of you. Is this the Safe Haven?
You walk out until you see your friends, standing near the beach.
Newt sees you first, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he points you out, and then everyone's sprinting over.
Minho reaches you first, lifting you into a tight hug.
"Y/n, shuck," he mutters. "We thought we lost you."
"Hey, I'm still a little injured by the way."
Thomas pulls you in next, gentler than Minho, and he bends to look you in the eye. "Never again, okay?"
You huff out a soft laugh. "Never again."
You turn to Newt, who's watching you with half joy, and half regret.
You step up to him and wrap your arms around him, feeling him immediately melt. "If you start apologising, I'm gonna stab you," you warn.
As you're met with silence from everyone, you wince. "Too soon?"
Newt laughs. "Definitely."
After you've hugged and greeted everyone, you look out at community and buildings that have been set up. "This is the Safe Haven?"
Thomas grins at you. "Welcome home."
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MOVIE MAZE RUNNER DEATH CURE COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING DARK + SAD
REQUESTED:juliettsky: Could you please do a Newt pov story taking time post tdc when Thomas was the one that ended up with a knife in his chest, Newt survived with the huge feeling of guilt, and the reader is keeping him alive by extracting the serum from her blood over and over again, ending up in very poor health condition because of it which she tries to hide. Taking place in the Safe heaven.
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I sat on the bank, watching the waves crash onto the beach, washing up driftwood, seashells, seaweed and god knows what else I couldn't help watching the horizon and the little waves far out to sea, I did my best not to be reminded of... everything. This place was a new start but as much as I wanted to be rid of those memories they still haunted me.
I jumped as my watch went off, so I pumped my body up and headed slowly back into camp just doing my best to focus on the path, holding my arm, I tried to not look at anyone, they all glared at me. People wouldn't speak with me, often completely ignored me. They all had a hatred for me for what happened and honestly, I hated myself too. soon enough I arrived at the little hut close to the woods, knocking on the little door
"ooooh. hello newt" Y/n smiled as she cleaned her hands off from something else "Come on in" she smiled I nodded and followed her inside sitting on the table as she shut the door behind us "How's your arm?" she asks
"Fine" I snapped back
"Newt?" she says coming over and holding my hand pushing back my leave to reveal my arm and its various scars and horrible black veins that still remain from the vicious infection
"it still hurts. burns and I'm struggling to keep it all covered"
"well, hopefully, a few more treatments, and you'll be all better"  she smiled She took her little vile and took the needle I tried not to look as she slowly pushed it in "Ah! Shuck!" I complained "Sorry newt," she says doing her best to be gentle and sweet but every centimetre she pushed the vile it burnt, as the medicine was forced inside me, the moment it touched it burnt and stung as it fought the virus once we were out she pulled it away and wrapped my arm up for me "there, feeling a bit better now?" "Not much," I told her "Well give it Chance" she smiled "go on, I think minho's by the bonfire making some bacon?" "I'm not hungry" I answered "Newt. Come here" she says sitting beside me opening her arm "I'm fine y/n" "No come on come here," she says I sighed and leant on her shoulder so she wrapped her arms around me to give me a hug "hey, knowone blames you do what happened newt" "Yes, they do. Everyone glares at me. They all hate me. He was the only one who could have fixed everything and I shucked it all up, it's my fault he's dead" "Newt it's not your fault, you were in a state, you didn't know what you were doing, no one can blame you for what happened" "I can't stop thinking about it. I don't think I ever will" "You poor thing," she says "hey, Tommy wouldn't want you to mope and pout forever, he'd want you to be happy" "I know, I just can't stop thinking about it," he says "Alright, go on, maybe go have a lay in your hammock," she says giving my head a little kiss "any trouble you come find me alright" "I Will, see you tomorrow," I told her pushing myself up and leaving, I went to my hammock far from everyone else's back in the thick of the trees, It was cold, damp and lonely but I didn't want to be with everyone else. I couldn't sleep, no matter how hard I had tried, I couldn't escape the horrible memories of that night, the scar on my arm from the nights in the glade where I searched yesterday for a path for dead, I knew my scars would never fade a constant reminder of what I had done or well what I had tried to do Given the medical assistance within the glade and given I did my best to keep it a secret as long as possible and from as many people as I could so it didn't exactly heal very well, once escaping the maze the infection took hold in the old scar crawling up my arm like a sick spider, it took hold of me bringing me anger and shortness, I would snap at everyone who even spoke to me even at my best friends, my anger grew the sicker I got, I lashed out trying to kill myself or my friend, we fought and screamed at each other I tried to kill him and... I guess I succeeded. we were fighting for the knife and ... it's a blur but next thing I knew I was stood sweaty, angry, with Y/n having shot me in the arm with something she holding me back so I couldn't fight anyone else,  Minho was crying, fry was angry,   and Thomas was dead. I'd killed him, somehow in our scuffle he ended up with the knife in his chest he was long dead by the time the cure had taken enough hold to bring me back, everyone hated me for what I did, for the fact I kept my illness a secret, y/n really hated I didn't tell her, she said she could have been helping if I only told her, she insisted from now on she would help to cure me so I had to go for treatment with her every day, but... it wasn't as strong as... Tommy's was. Brenda is now fine she never even gets symptoms but I was still getting them even if y/n's been treating me for a good two months now the black veins starting to slowly fade in some places but we had very long way to go, even if I hated it. I'd rather just die. I should have died, Tommy should have escaped the city, I knew everyone hated me, I know y/n was getting sicker and sicker, the more she's trying to hide how sick she was getting from having to get the cure from her blood every day. she hides it behind the smiles and little kisses but she was getting paler, weaker, she's always in bed straight after dinner, she struggles walking around the camp, it was killing her just to keep me alive.
I sat watching the sunrise across the horizon and after thinking all night... I knew what I had to do.
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Will you write a Thomas fic where he tells his girlfriend that he loves her for the first time? Maybe after something angsty happens and he’s just so happy they’re safe? Thanks!!
A/N: Here’s a short 700 blurb. Hope you like it :)
Minho and Alby had gone out into the maze earlier today, they said they would only be out there for a little bit. It’s been 8 hours since they left. Everyone was getting worried; the doors would be closing soon. Some asked if someone should go in there to go looking for them, but Newt told everyone to stay here. You all heard the loud boom of the doors beginning to close. Everyone went running over to them. You were all standing there in shock, terrified that they wouldn’t come back. All the sudden you saw Minho come around the corner carrying Alby by the arm around his shoulder. Alby was knocked out from something, and he had blood coming from his head. You all started screaming for them to move quicker as the doors were about to close. “Come on!” Everyone yelled. They weren’t going to make it, the doors were too close to closing and they were too far away. All the sudden you saw your boyfriend, Thomas, run in between the doors, Newt and you reached for his arm but were too late. You were about to go in after him, but Newt grabbed you and held you back. You were screaming Thomas’ name; tears were racing down your face as the door completely closed behind him. You kept screaming his name and crying, everyone was dead silent. The only noise that was going on were your screams and Newt saying “Shh” trying to calm you down. You fell to the ground in between Newt’s arms. He was rubbing your back as you were sobbing. “He just got himself killed.” Gally stated. You stopped and looked up at him. You were about to go for him, but Newt stopped you. “Let it go.” Newt said to you. Everyone walked away as you and Newt stayed right where you guys were.
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Newt nor you slept that night, you guys stayed up together in absolute silence as you were thinking about how you just lost three of your friends. You couldn’t bare the thought of losing any of them, especially Thomas. You love Thomas more than anything. You kept telling yourself that maybe he made it through the night, that he’ll be waiting for you at the doors in the morning. Deep down you knew it couldn’t possibly be true, nobody ever survived a night in the maze, but you couldn’t handle this right now.
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Morning came and everyone went to the doors, waiting for them to open. You all heard the boom again as the doors slowly started to open. You all looked in as they kept slowly opening. No sign of them. You all stood around for a few minutes as if expecting them to appear. You didn’t have any other thought other than “They will be coming around the corner any second now.” After a few minutes everyone started to turn around and walk away. Newt patted you on the shoulder as he started to turn around. You refused to turn around. You couldn’t. You stood there for a few seconds when you heard something coming from the maze. “Bloody hell.” You said. The others heard you and turned around. Minho and Thomas had Alby in the middle, they were carrying him towards you guys. They got back to everyone; other Gladers ran to help them grab Alby. You ran to Thomas. Tears streaming down your face, you jumped at him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Don’t ever do that to me again.” You whispered into his ear. He hugged you even tighter at your words. “I can’t ever lose you.” You said. “You’ll never lose me. I love you more than anything Y/N” Thomas said. Your body instantly tensed up. That was the first time Thomas has said ‘I love you.’ You leaned back and looked at him, worry spread across his face as he watched your reaction to his words. He was about to say something when you cut him off by pressing your lips to his. You pulled away just for a second. “I love you too” You whispered into his lips. He smiled and pressed his lips back to yours. He was safe and that’s all that mattered in the moment.
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