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miryum · 2 years

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Hello, Bottom (Newt x Reader)

Another high school AU where Y/n always calls Newt “bottom” due to his locker that’s below hers. One day, after years of pining and fretfulness, he finds confidence from deep within and sasses back.

“Hey, bottom.” You comment, rifling through your locker.

Newt huffs and rolls his eyes. You laugh as he slams his locker door. “God, I hate that you call me that.”

“Well, you are, aren’t you? You have the bottom locker.”

Newt stands and leans against the wall. “I always enjoy these conversations of ours. Gives me something to look forward to in between classes.”

“Glad I could be of such service.”

Meanwhile, Thomas and Minho stand by the wall, waiting for Newt to finish with his things.

“It’s nice he’s talking to her.” Minho shrugs. “Remember the two years he couldn’t say a word so it was just awkward silence whenever he had to squat down beneath her?”

“Yeah,” Thomas chuckles, “that was funny. But I would’ve thought he’d have the guts to ask her out by now.”

“It’s Newt.” Minho counters. “He’s like, the most passive person ever. He overthinks everything. What if she says no?” He mimics Newt in a bad rendition of a British accent, “What if she doesn’t like me back? Then it’ll just be awkward and she’ll hate me and it’ll be so embarrassing!”

“Okay,” Thomas says, “but Y/n’s gotta like him back. Who else makes funny sexual innuendos at their locker neighbor? I just ignore mine.”

“True.”

Newt walked over to his friends, an odd pep in his step. “Hey guys,” he chirps, “what’s up?”

“The sky.” Thomas says while Minho, at the same time adds, “Not your relationship with Y/n.” Thomas lets out a loud laugh and high- fives Minho.

Newt huffs and rolls his eyes. “Bug off.”

“She’s friends with Sonya.” Thomas offers, “Can’t you just ask your sister?”

“No!” Newt shudders at the thought. “That would be too embarrassing.”

“But then you would have a definitive answer.”

“I guess,” Newt sighs.

“Well I don’t know much about girls,” Thomas says, “but why don’t you just ask her out? You guys already talk a lot; it’s just the next step.”

“Ugh! You don’t understand.” Newt whines, clearly frustrated. “I like her too much to put our friendship on the line.”

“Friendship?” Thomas frowns. “What friendship? You guys are just locker buddies.”

“We have History together!”

“Do you guys talk in History?”

Newt groans then admits, “Sometimes. Not all the time… but sometimes.”

“Just try to be more confident next time.”

“I’ll try.”

“Hello bottom!” You greets.

Newt lifts an eyebrow, Minho’s words coming back to him. A shot of confidence races through him. “I can assure you, I am not a bottom.”

Your mouth falls open and you can’t think of a retaliation. Slowly, you shut your locker and look down at the boy who is smirking up at you.

“Pardon?”

Newt chuckles and stands heart- beatingly close to you. “You heard me.”

“It’s a busy hallway. Please repeat it.”

“I said,” Newt breathes, “I am most certainly not a bottom.”

You took a deep breath. “Anyway to prove it?”

“How about I take you out Friday night and I’ll show you?”

“I have been waiting so long for you to ask that.”

“Really?” Newt blinks, taken aback.

“Yeah.” You smile, “You’re really fun to hang out with. Not to mention cute.”

Newt smiles back, blushing slightly. He glances down at his feet before looking up and meeting your gaze. “I’ve had a crush on you for over three years.”

“Are you kidding me?” Your mouth falls open. “I’ve liked you for three years! Why didn’t we go on a date sooner?”

“I… have no idea.”

“Well, I gotta get to class.” You say, “I’ll see you Friday?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you Friday.” Newt grins.

“Okay.”

After a moment of standing still, not wanting to leave Newt, you reluctantly step away. “Bye.” You wave to him, joining your friends as you head off to class.

Newt floats over to Thomas and Minho, the latter who says, “You idiot! I told you she liked you!”

“Yeah, you were right.” Newt’s lovesick smile never faded. “She likes me.”

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sundrop-writes · 2 months

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Current WIPS July 2024*

*IMPORTANT NOTE - these fics won't be posted until mid to late August at least (maybe later - the later my moving date is pushed back, the later the post date of these fics is pushed back). I am delaying editing and posting them because editing is the most difficult part for me, but I will be working on writing new fics up until my moving day. And then after moving day, I will take an official two week break to do nothing, after which I will then start editing and posting these fics.

I just finished the Virgin!Stiles fic that I was working on, so I figured I would post this list again if anybody needs a refresher or if people seeing this in tags see this and wanna follow me. I am heavily considering working on an Isaac/Reader/Erica fic next because they are two characters from the show that I feel heavily inspired by. If you want to see a preview of any of these fics that don't already have one, please let me know!!

Also, my requests for Teen Wolf and The Maze Runner are currently open, (please read my rules before requesting), so if you wanna send me requests for reactions or MLTs for those fandoms, I would really fucking love to work on those (and requests for reactions and MLTs will be posted during the hiatus because I don't have to edit them).

Heaven’s Gate - Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader. Strangers to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff. Set during Seasons 1-5. You and Daryl get seperated when the Prison falls, and both believe the other person to be dead. But you can't let go of the things your relationship taught you. Eventually, when you're reunited - it's like you never missed a moment apart. (17,100 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

Untitled Daryl PWP - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Set during Season 4. Daryl gets jealous, and takes it out on you. (2,300 words est.)

Some Kind Of Disaster - Gally (TMR) x Fem!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers/Lovers Reunited. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Smut. Set during The Death Cure. You had every reason to believe Gally was dead, so when a mysterious stranger pulls off his mask and reveals himself to be the one person you had been missing so badly - you are shocked. And then you show him just how badly you had been missing him. (6,800 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

English Blood // American Heartache - Gally (TMR) x Fem!Reader x Newt (TMR). Established Monogamous Relationship to Polyamory. (Very slight) Emotional Angst and Smut. Set post Death Cure/Safe Haven Era. Newt Lives AU. (Sequel to the above fic.) When you get to the Safe Haven, you believe that you have everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed. So why do you have a nagging feeling that something is missing? Turns out, that 'missing' thing was the addition of your best friend Newt to your bed, which your boyfriend Gally is more than happy to provide. (20,300 words est.)

Trouble Is - Thomas (TMR) x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sex Pollen. Set during The Scorch Trials. Just as the group finds safety outside of the Maze, you are separated off from everyone as the only girl, and not being able to see you slowly drives Thomas insane. Until one day, he's locked in a room with you - but there's nothing suspicious about that, right? (6,900 words est.)

BRAINWASHED - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends/One-Sided Fantasies. Smut/PWP. Panty Stealing. Stiles has been in love with you for as long as he can remember, and since you both hit high school, that love has become perverted by hormones. But he can't help it. He also can't seem to help it when he steals a pair of your underwear that were seemingly laid out for him - but he can't get too caught up in the logistics when he has a hand around his cock. (6,900 words est.) - PREVIEW HERE

Stupid For You - Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends to Lovers. Smut/PWP. Sequel to the above fic. Stiles still has your underwear that he stole, and he accidentally drops them in the locker room - in front of the entire lacrosse team. He lies and says that he got them from a hook-up with you, and surprisingly - you cover for him? But only on the condition that you can turn his lie into the truth. (10,200 words est.)

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader. (Pining) Best Friends to 'Lovers'. Pure Angst. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1). When Void takes control, you worry about the damage that he's inevitably doing to Stiles's body. So you make a deal with him - if he lets Stiles eat, then you'll feed Void with some of your pain. But it's not cuts or broken bones that he wants from you - it's your tears.

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 2 months

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Reminder of what the post-hiatus lineup on my sideblog @sundrop-writes is gonna look like (I just finished another fic to add to this list, meaning that there is now over 69k worth of fics there).

Untitled Daryl PWP - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Set during Season 4. Daryl gets jealous, and takes it out on you. (2,300 words est.)

#sundrop speaks #fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #the maze runner x reader #tmr x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #void!stiles x reader #void stiles x reader

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dontbethatshank · 7 years

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Teach Me How To Listen

Imagine: High School AU short-series - Newt pairing

A/N: This series will make the main character multi-lingual. Also, this first part is a bit of a slow start. It introduces the storyline basically and that’s about it. The next part will have more character interactions though, so stay tuned~

Wednesday, December 3rd. It’s third period and good God you couldn’t wait for the day to be over with. It was block schedule at your school so you only had three classes every day; 1-3 on odd days and 4-6 on even days. So it was now nearing 3:15 in the afternoon and you were ready to leave, but as the bell rang and your school work found its way into your bag, a hand stopped on your shoulder and a mumbled phrase of “please stay behind, will you” came with it.

So, with a reluctant sigh, you sank back down into your chair, pulling out your phone from your jacket pocket and sending a text to your group chat, letting your friends know that their ride for the day would be a few minutes late. Once it sent, you slide it back into its designated pocket and instead fiddled with the keys in your hand, toying with the small trinkets you had on your keychain. Soon the class was empty, the last student leaving once they slid in some late work into the teacher’s outbox. You remained in your seat in the middle of the room, your book bag on the table next to you.

“Ms. Y/L/N, how are you this fine afternoon?” your teacher, Mr. Blackburn, asked, taking a seat on a table top in front of you, his hands in his pockets and his glasses now in his shirt pocket. With a quirk of the eyebrow, you leaned forward, arms on the table, giving your teacher a questioning look. “No offense, Mr. Black, but why did you keep me...? I’m a straight A, AP student who has over 95% attendance. I’m pulling an almost perfect grade in your class... Did I do something to upset another student or teacher, or...?” you asked, cutting right to the chase, not wanting to mess around or beat around the bush. Along with being one of the school’s highest achieving students, you were also one of the bluntest.

With a sigh, Mr. Blackburn stood up, walking to his desk and grabbing a small notebook, handing it to you before returning to his previous seat. “Well, Ms. Y/L/N, this has nothing to do with you per say... but a peer of yours. I have a boy in my first period who is barely passing this class and with how his test is looking, won’t be passing for much longer. This student is also one of our school’s star athletes and has a possibility of a full ride scholarship. This is one of his only weak classes and his parents contacted me asking for the best tutoring centers. I suggest instead a fellow student... you. His parents are willing to pay you up to 17 an hour for the tutoring; three hours every Friday before his game and an hour every Tuesday and Saturday afternoon. I wanted to give you a chance to make some quick money... you are one of the only students in this school to know more than two languages fluently, which this boy needs desperately,” Mr. Blackburn explained. With a bewildered look, you looked down at the book in your hands, flipping open to the first page.

Newton Issaics Junior - 1st Period French Level 2

“So... this is the guy?” you asked slowly, flipping through the first few pages, seeing simple verbs, pronouns, simple dialect and conversation skills written on the page, a small lesson plan written for you, highlighting weak and strong points. “Newton Issaics?” you clarified, a small amused smirk on your lips. “Yes, that’s him. You are already fluent in French, and you only took French 4 as an easy course as well as to get your certificate at your graduation next year... Ms. Y/N, you know English, Russian, French, and your father tells me you know most German and are working on Spanish at home. That is four languages and counting. If anyone can teach this poor lad a thing or two about French it’s you - and you can make quick and easy money! So, what do you say?” your teacher asks, looking at you with an almost pleading glint in his eyes. With a sigh you nod, agreeing. You knew he wouldn’t leave you alone until you agreed. Everyone knows the only tutoring center in your small town honestly sucked. They taught Spanish, French, and English - all of which new learners who aren’t necessarily literate in it. So yes, this boy’s best bet was you. He was pulling a 60.2% in the class and that was only because of his spotless attendance record and the fact that Mr. Blackburn gave a 50% as the lowest test score possible as long as every question had a legitimate attempt at an answer. Besides those facts, the boy would have had a 30% at best, honestly.

“Oh thank you! This boy’s father is a family friend of mine and a business partner of my wife’s. I truly do appreciate it, Y/N, I can even talk to the principal and probably get it written off as community service so you can add it to your college applications as well,” Mr. Blackburn smiled brightly, a hum in his tone. “Oh! And here is his address,” he said, handing you a piece of paper from his pocket, “this Friday will be your first meeting with him. I’ll see you on that day so I can give you some papers to use with him before you leave.” With a nod you took the paper, tucking it into the notebook. You smiled politely at your teacher, quickly saying you had friends waiting for their ride, aka you, and you had to leave. You rushed from the classroom, a deep sigh leaving your lips as you stuffed some books and folders into your locker before you left the building, making your way to your car that had three people leaning against it.

“Ah! There she is,” Minho grinned, clapping as he straightened up to give you a wide, toothy grin. “FInally,” Teresa groaned, sliding off of the hood of the car, pushing Gally on the shoulder to get him to stop falling asleep on the other side of the car. With a laugh, you unlocked your car, Teresa climbing in front and the two boys int he back. “So, what did Mr. B want with you? Become a naughty little rule breaker overnight, did ya?” Minho teased, winking at you through the rearview mirror as you all buckled up. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, backing out and heading out of the school parking lot. “No, he just wanted to ask me to help tutor another student in French or whatever. Nothing really. But, moving on from anything school related, who wants to grab some burgers and shakes at Ferrel’s before we head home?” you replied, already putting your blinker on to head towards the old fashioned themed ice cream and burger joint down the block.

“Fuck yes, I love you,” Gally sighed, his arms lazily encircling your neck from behind you as he began to fall back asleep, “I’m starved.” Teresa snorted, turning in her seat. “You ate an entire bag of chips and half my sandwich from lunch while we waited for Y/N, fatass. But whatever, I’m totally down for one of their mint chip shakes and their cheese fries,” Teresa agreed after teasing your friend. Everyone chuckled at her and your rolled your eyes, laughing at your friends. God you lot were a mess.

When you got to Ferrel’s, you all climbed out of the car and made your way inside. Chatting and laughing as you went, you all made your way to a small booth, plucking out some menus on the way as a waitress instructed you to seat yourselves. You and Gally sat on one side and Minho and Teresa on the other. You all began to chat aimlessly, briefly looking over the menu - as if you didn’t all get the exact same fucking thing every time.

“Hey, I gotta go tot he bathroom real quick, don’t order without me,” you stated, slipping from the booth. “Here, I’ll join you. I think Minho got some candy of something in my hair after he threw all that crap at me in your car,” Teresa grumbled, putting her phone back into her back pocket. She had been grumbling about it for the past five minutes, staring at her front camera and raking her fingers through her hair as the Asian boy beside her smirked triumphantly at his handiwork. “Girls. Always have to go in packs,” Gally muttered, flipping lazily through a menu. “Maybe they’re all just trying to get away from you, shuckface,” Teresa muttered back, earning a grumpy ‘hey!’ as she scuttered away with you in tow, both laughing like school children at Gally.

As you both walked towards the bathroom, talking about random things, mostly about how Minho “finally got the balls” to ask Teresa out a couple weeks ago, you both ran into someone. Well... more so something. As Teresa was talking about her date with Minho to the country fair in immense detail, you didn’t see the distracted boy walking to your right and you both collided. Unluckily for both you and Teresa, said boy was carrying a large to-go cup full of a caramel brownie shake in his hand. As you both stumbled into each other, his cup went flying from his hand, the top coming off in the process, and both you and Teresa got a... sticky make-over to say the least.

“Hey! Watch it you- oh fucking shit,” came the mumbled voice, accent thickening as he began to curse, sliding his phone into his back pocket as he came to look at both of you fully. “Jesus Christ!” Teresa groaned, looking down at her shirt and pants, both covered in the cold, sweet drink that once belonged to the stranger. With a sigh, you wiped the whip cream and caramel off your cheek, only making yourself stickier in the process. “Thanks,” you deadpanned, glaring at the guy in front of you. “Hey, I wasn’t the only one not watching where I was going,” he frowned. “Here,” he mumbled, sliding a backpack off his shoulder and offering a gray sweater to Teresa. She grumbled and snatched it, walking off to the bathroom. You stood there, still getting bits of whip cream and brownie off your face and tossing them in the trashcan near you, as the mystery boy watched.

“Enjoying the show?” you rolled your eyes, throwing the last bit of brownie bits for your shirt into the trash can. “What? Oh- no- oh well... here,” the boy stuttered, sliding off a varsity jacket from his shoulders. It had your school colors and mascot on it, and you’re sure if you looked on the back you would find a team number. The football, soccer, basketball, and hockey teams all had the same jackets. The only difference was the small badges on the left shoulder, each one representing the individual sports. You didn’t have time to look at the sport’s badge, but you hesitantly took it. “You sure...?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. With a shrug, the boy just nodded. “I’ll give you my number, you can give it back to me tomorrow or something.”

With a mumbled thanks, you walked off to the bathroom to get changed. You found Teresa, head half way in the sink and a soaking wet t-shirt hung over the side of said sink. She had managed to get most of the shake out of her hair and off her chest, the small remains left on the thigh’s of her pants were now wet patches. “At least he gave up clean tops,” Teresa grumbled, slipping on the gray sweater that was barely too big for her but way too long for her height. With a laugh, you continued washing out your hair, your shirt discarded to the side and the jacket hanging over a stall door. “Yeah, I guess. Driving home like that would have been terrible,” you agreed. You both continued the conversation of Teresa’s date, you scrubbing your chest and neck as you listened. Once you were as clean as you were going to get, you took some paper towels and dried yourself off, ringing out your hair and tying it in a high, messy bun. You looked like a trainwreck, but you at least weren’t covered in milkshake anymore.

“Let’s go. We have to get that guy’s number to give him his clothes back later this week,” you muttered, pulling on the varsity jacket and buttoning it up. But, upon exiting, you saw the mysterious, clumsy athlete nowhere in sight. With a shrug, Teresa led you both back to the table. “Well, it looks like he at least goes to Heights High, so we can find him tomorrow or something,” Teresa said, sliding back into the booth. Both of you immediately began the story of the milkshake and the jackets before either of the boys could ask.

But, God damn, were those burgers and fries worth that sticky situation.

#newt #high school #au #tmr #tmr au #high school au #newt au #newt tmr #tmr high school au #newt high school au #tmr newt high school au #series #short series #chapters

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mxsmwndr · 4 years

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Home(coming) to... You?

modern!newt x fem!reader

requested by @hoziersleftnipple

a/n: I AM MISSING MY FIRST HOMECOMING DANCE THIS YEAR NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! i was actually going to ask k out this year but you know... stuff happened so i didn't. anyways, this is based off of something my mom apparently did when she was in high school, so yay!!! i hope this was okay! requests (other than this) are still closed. sorry!! (happy holidays tho!) - also, i'm sorry but this is a lil a n g s t y ... oops. ;)

Newt was so desperately in love with you, it was insane!

You didn't know this, of course, but your friends sure did. His friends did, too. And, well, basically the entire school had figured it out by now (minus you, of course).

So yeah, they all knew to say no. They all had been warned more than a few times that Minho would hunt them down if they dared to ask you to homecoming before Newt. They knew it and he knew that they knew it.

And they all knew to not say anything when you climbed on top of one of the lunch tables and screamed "HEY! Any of you losers want to take me to homecoming?!".

But... someone apparently didn't get it.

(Or maybe he just didn't care.

I mean, he was taller than Newt and stronger than Minho. He was faster than Thomas, too! Minho's threats were like that of a chihuahua - all talk and no walk.)

Ari saw Newt freeze in his place and took it as a chance to get you because it's free country, right? You're your own woman! You can go with Ari if you want! Newt isn't in charge of you!!

And so yeah, you said "yes" to Ari that day, because hey, at least you've got a date!

And yeah, you gushed to Newt about it, too. All day and all night.

And also, no, you didn't see how forced his smile was (for once) and you didn't worry about him all much because you've got a date!

At least until now.

Within seconds you pulled Newt out of the hallway and into the janitor's closet. Your hand covered his mouth to suppress his possible (and very girly) screams and the fear in his eyes almost made you feel bad for scaring him.

Almost.

"Why are you avoiding me?" You accused. Yep, right. Getting straight to the point. No hesitation in this house...

"A - what?" Newt asked. His breath was minty, surprisingly. Fresh and warm and -

What?! Ew!

You shook your head, "Why are you avoiding me?" You asked again, because duh.

"I haven't been av-"

"Do you think I'm stupid, Newt? I know when something's up with you so talk!" You said. Then, quite desperately (aka: when Newt did not talk one bit) you added, "Please!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Was all he mumbled. God, he didn't even look at you! What the heck?!

"Newt," You warned.

"I'm fine."

"Cool, I didn't ask." You said. "But now... let's talk about that, since you're obviously not fine-"

"I am." He insisted.

"No," You scoffed. "You're not... so talk to me."

"No," Newt pouted. His arms were now crossed across his chest, childish as ever.

You raised an eyebrow to the boy, "Why?" You asked.

Newt looked to his feet, "Because it's dumb."

"Newt... it's not dumb-"

"Yes it is." He said.

"No, it's not," You promised. "Not if it's bothering you. Now... what's wrong? Did I do something?"

"No..."

"Liar."

"(Y/n)!" He snapped. Then, quieter, "Just... stop it okay? You..." Newt sighed. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, "How's Ari?" He asked.

Bullshit, you wanted to say.

Newt doesn't care about Ari. He hadn't since you were asked to homecoming, and-

No way! It - it made sense now! Holy sh-

"Good," You mumbled. Maybe... you shouldn't say anything now?

Or...

"Good," Newt repeated with a whisper. Then, in a normal tone, "Is he - um, are you two...."

"Together?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. Akdjdj what?! "No... God no!"

Newt exhaled heavily.

Wait... "Why do you ask?" You suddenly said. It was softly, far softer than your previous words had been exchanged.

And it would have been nice if Newt had not yelled at you just seconds before.

"No... no reason." The boy mumbled.

"Newt," You warned.

"I just... you guys are - um... cute together."

You laughed suddenly. "What?"

Newt said nothing in response. His pained look seemed to be enough.

"I... me and Ari? No! God no!! He's my brother's friend! Gross! Blah!" You exclaimed with a laugh. Newt nervously laughed along, but, of course, when you paused he did as well.

"Wait..." You said.

Oh no, He thought.

"Is that what this was about?"

No, no, no. Shut up. Stop now, please, (Y/n). Don't-

"Me and Ari?"

Newt furiously shook his head. No, no, no, no, no-

"Were you... jealous?"

NOOOOOOO-

"N-no,"

Goddammit voice cracks. Shut up for once-

You laughed again. Sharply, but sweetly. "You... you were!" You yelled before covering your mouth. "Oh my god!" You whispered. "But why?"

"I, um... I kind of wanted to take you to homecoming." Newt mumbled. Again, he looked to his feet.

"What?"

Newt looked up to you, but avoided eye contact. He stumbled over his words again, "I... wanted-"

"No, I heard you the first time!" You giggled. "Why would you want me, though?"

Now - and only now - Newt had met your eyes.

"What do you mean?" He asked. Suddenly, it seemed... he was worried...?

"I mean... me?" You asked. "Seriously?! You could literally have every other girl, but-"

"I don't want every other girl," Newt mumbled. He still looked at you, surprisingly, and then stepped forward. To you. Slowly... sheepishly.

You gave him a quizzical look in return, and he took that as a sign to keep going.

Or not.

"I, uh... nevermind. I gotta-"

"No, you don't. This is your free period, idiot." Then, when Newt frowned and furrowed his eyebrows, you added "I know your schedule."

Right.

Newt had forgotten about that.

The second you got your schedules the two of you compared them. Then, you gave each other a copy "just in case something happens".

Like now, apparently.

"Um, well..."

You raised an eyebrow and Newt was stuck. Damn, did he hate this. Couldn't he just... like disappear and never return? Was that too much to ask?

"I, um... well - I'm going to ruin our friendship if I say this-"

"So do it." You told the boy.

"I - what?"

"Do it." You repeated.

"Um... I don't really want to though-"

"Newt."

"Fine! I - I like you, (Y/n), okay?! A - a lot!"

You grinned, "I like you too, but - wait...." Wait a damn minute here.

"Um... yeah," Newt mumbled. "Can I go now?"

You thought for a second. Then, "No."

"But-"

"Newt!"

He blushed, "Okay. Right. So... just, um... forget I said that, okay? It's nothing. I-"

"And what if I don't want to?"

"What?"

"What if... maybe... I don't want to forget it. Maybe, um... maybe I like you too." You sighed.

Now you understood Newt's lack of eye contact. It sucked. Holy shit did it suck.

And Newt grinned.

Partly because you liked him back, yeah, but also because you were stuttering. To him. (And you never stuttered.)

"Shut up," You mumbled. You knew what he was thinking, anyways. It was obvious (and, of course, Newt was awful at keeping secrets).

But, of course, Newt knew it too. He knew that you knew he loved seeing you blush for once, but he obviously didn't dare say it out loud.

Instead, he smiled again, and wrapped his arms around your waist. You quickly did the same of course, and pulled Newt into one of history's Greatest Hugs Of Known Time.

*End* um... so yeah? lol. but also, don't worry about ari, okay? newt was your date to the dance (if you went) and ari asking you out was part of a plan that thomas and minho made with ari bc they're sick of you/newt making googly eyes @ each other. [You found that out soon after.]

#modern newt #newt #tmr newt #newt x reader tmr #modern tmr #tmr high school au #tmr x reader #modern!newt #the maze runner #tmr minho #tmr imagine #tmr thomas #newt x you #newt x reader

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thatshankcallednewt · 4 years

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TMR High School AU - Newt: Unexpected

As requested by anonymous, a Newt/Reader pairing in a high school AU (I made it a boarding school, hope you don’t mind) where Newt is a bad boy with a bad rep, however, is soft around the reader. I hope you like it!

You were just finishing up an hour of study at the library. It had been a long day of classes, and you had several assignments to finish by the end of the school week. You were fairly studious and put a lot of effort into keeping up with the work, however, your friends were probably not the best influence on your study habits. Though, you cherished them lots.

You were supposed to meet Teresa and Brenda in fifteen minutes for coffee… but you knew you’d be a little late. They wouldn’t mind so much, and you’d just text them that you wouldn’t be on time.

You still had a few books to put back, so you grabbed the small pile of hardcovers and made your way through the high aisles, stacked with classic literature and history books. It smelled a lot like dust and old paper, but it wasn’t a smell you hated. You were just putting back one of Poe’s short story collections when you heard someone at the end of the aisle cough.

You turned, glancing in their direction. A boy about your age held open a hardcover from the poetry section, though the author on the spine was too hard to recognize from where you stood. The boy was dressed in the same uniform as your school’s uniform, dark blazer, and button up shirt, trousers, and clean shoes, though his tie was missing, and his collar was opened up. After hours, so it wouldn’t matter too much, though if one of the teacher’s caught him like that, he’d have a telling to. Especially, if he rocked up to dinner with his shirt open.

You blinked, eyes widening a little, when you realized who he was. You felt your cheeks pinken and you quickly slotted the book away in the shelf, tidily. You had to take a few steps closer to him to return your other books, though you suspect he’d be too busy to notice your existence—

“Poe, hm?” he asked, without even looking up from his book. “Depressing fellow, don’t ya think?”

You stared at him a moment before answering, only realizing a good few seconds after that he was actually speaking to you. “Uh, yeah, I suppose.”

Newt closed the book he held, it snapped shut, and he dropped it into his bag. He was eyeing you as he zipped his pack up, “Suppose you wouldn’t tell on me, eh? I hate having a restriction on how many books I borrow and when.”

“Sure…” you said, though, you were completely unsure.

He slung the bag so that one strap sat over his shoulder, and he stood up straight again. He was a lot taller, now that you stood so close. He ran a hand through his golden, messy curls, and squinted at you as if taking another look. “I know you.”

“Yes,” you said, quietly. You put your last book away with the romantic poetry.

“Teresa’s friend, right? Uh, Y/N…” he glanced at the book as you put it away. “Aren’t we supposed to be hanging out at Little Blue in…” he glanced at his watch, “ten minutes?”

You nodded, your grip on your bag tightening. His brown eyes held yours so confidently, it made you nervous. You were always a little intimidated by the guy, ever since you met him. He was one of Thomas’ friends, and Thomas was Teresa’s boyfriend, so oftentimes you would all hang out together after school.

Thomas was nice and so was Minho, but Newt had a sort of reputation for not taking shit from anyone… and starting it.

“Well then,” he said off-handedly, “we better be off, otherwise we’ll get our asses kicked for turning up so late.” He turned from you and exited the dark aisle, walking toward the library doors. He turned his head to look over his shoulder at you when he noticed you weren’t walking beside him, and he stopped in his tracks, “You comin’?”

You walked fast to catch up with him, your heart beating a little faster than normal. You never really spent time with Newt on your own, only with everyone else. You were sort of surprised that he’d even remembered your name. You never once imagined you’d catch him in the library, of all places, and walk with him to the coffee shop your friends hung out at so often.

You both exited the library and clambered down the stone steps. The air was a little chilly, so you hugged your blazer tighter to your body to combat the small gust of wind. Noise of traffic and people bustled about out on the street, which was such a contrast to the quiet whispers in the old library.

Newt wasn’t hurrying about anymore and instead fell back into a slow, casual walk. Apparently, it didn’t really matter to him if you were both late. He fished around for something in his blazer pocket and he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one with ease and glanced at you, “Want one?” he mumbled with the thing sitting between his lips.

You shook your head and watched your feet as you walked on, occasionally glancing up to check your surroundings and Newt. He puffed out smoke with his next few breaths, obviously not caring that he was smoking a cigarette out in public while still dressed in the school uniform. You weren’t surprised.

You both rounded a corner in silence when a group of more boys from your school appeared, lounging around a park bench. You recognized them immediately and felt the nerves in your stomach explode. It was Gally, a tall, thickly built senior with broad shoulders and piercing eyes. Word was that he and Newt had it out for each other, so did his whole group of friends with Newt’s friends too. You often got the gossip of it all from Teresa.

“For fuck’s sake,” Newt breathed and ditched his smoke, stomping it out with a little twist of his foot. He eyed Gally as he and his friends approached Newt.

“Ah,” Gally sighed, standing right in front of the pair of you. “Look who it is, the reptilian and his—” he eyed you once over, quickly and mostly without interest, though you knew he recognized you from the way his eyes blinked, “his hostage, probably,” he glanced at his friends and laughed, and they laughed with him.

Newt shook his head, smiling with venom, “Reptilian? Get some new material, mate. I’ve been waiting all year for you to give me something fresh.”

Gally rolled his eyes, “Who’s this then, your next victim? Poor girl probably doesn’t know what she’s getting into.”

You glanced between the pair of them nervously, hugging yourself tighter against the wind, as if your blazer would protect yourself from the explosion that was bound to happen. It always did with these two. Newt would get snippy and Gally would yell and then punches would be thrown. Usually, Thomas would be one of the boys to rip them apart, with the help of Minho, except neither of them were around now.

“She’s just fine, thank you, and definitely doesn’t need someone like you swooping in to rescue her. I’m escorting her to—”

“Escorting, huh? How gentlemanly,” Gally laughed in Newt’s face, and then looked at you. He was taller than Newt, though you’d seen Newt bruise him up good a few times despite the size difference. “I’m warning you now, he might seem nice but he’s definitely going to leave you in a deep, dark ditch somewhere when he’s got what he wanted—”

“Speaking of yourself there, Galileo?”

Gally went red and an angry tone crept up into his voice, “You better watch it, Newton—”

“Or what?” Newt challenged, his brown eyes flashing with mischief. This was the part that always got him in the end. And now that they weren’t on school grounds, it was unlikely someone would come to split them up. “You’ll pummel me into the ground with your girly pals, six against one, and a poor innocent girl to witness?”

Gally thought about this a moment, glancing at you again. His nostrils were flared but the redness in his face and the anger in his voice seemed to dissipate quickly enough, “Fine. But next time I see you, I won’t hesitate.” And with that, Gally and his gang rounded the corner you’d both just passed, his friends leering and glaring at him as they disappeared out of sight.

“Right tosser, he is.”

“You stir him up, though,” you said, matter of fact. It was true.

He looked at you, as if surprised at your honesty, but there was a small smile on his lips. He readjusted his collar and started walking along the footpath again, “Well, he riles me up, too.”

“Then how about ignoring him?”

Newt laughed, “That would be no fun.”

You rolled your eyes, and he noticed, but again it only brought him amusement. You were starting to wonder why he hadn’t clobbered you yet or told you to fuck off like he usually did with everyone else. Maybe it was because you were Teresa’s friend and he didn’t want to piss Thomas off.

You walked a little way more in silence and then you said, sort of out of nowhere, “I was a little surprised that you remembered my name.” You would be at the coffee shop soon enough, and it felt like you’d never get another chance to speak to him one-on-one again.

His brow furrowed at this, “But we see each other often enough—”

“Yeah but… You’re you. Busy and complicated, a lot going on—”

“Busy and complicated?” he almost laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know,” you urged, unsure how to put it. “You.”

He shook his head and took his hands out of his pockets. He climbed up a stone wall that bordered the front of a house you were passing on your way, and he balanced on top as he continued walking in the same direction. He stopped and when you caught up to him, though your feet still firmly planted on the ground, he dropped to his bottom and sat on the ledge, his feet dangling off the edge. He wasn’t super high off the ground, but you still had to lift your face a little to look up at him.

“I’m surprised you have an opinion of me,” he said, quietly. He brushed a few curls out of his eyes and lit another cigarette. “Usually you just stick your nose into a book or stare out a bloody window.”

You felt your cheeks blush at this, skin hot. You turned away from him so he wouldn’t see it, but he saw it alright, and he grinned without you knowing. You stared out into the street, hard, your nose beginning to feel cold. “Well, I—” you started, turning back to him once you were sure your pink cheeks had faded in color.

He was watching you, his head tilted, occasional puffs of smoke drifting out from his lips.

“It’s not that I haven’t noticed your existence or anything…”

He snorted, “Just ignoring me, then.”

“No,” you retorted, a little angrily. “I just…”

“Don’t want talk to me,” he finished your sentence, taking another drag of his smoke. He looked out onto the street behind you.

“That’s not true.”

“You were practically in shock when I suggested we walk together!” he argued, referring back to the library earlier. “I saw it on your face, your mouth was open a little and your eyes were wide, like I’d suggested we bloody go off and shag or something.”

“I was not—”

“I had to stop and ask you to follow a second time, Y/N.”

You sighed, exasperated with his behavior. “Like I said,” you started, calmly, your voice even again, “I was just surprised.”

He nodded slowly, his brown eyes staring off into the distance. You were walking a street on a hill, so the stone ledge had given him a clearer view of the town below. He jerked his head to the side, indicating to the space next to him on the ledge, “C’mon up here.”

You stared at him a moment, unsure. You were already so late to meeting up with your friends, but still, he didn’t seem to mind it one bit. No wonder he was as chaotic as he was. You gave in, realizing he probably wouldn’t move his ass of the ledge until you’d done what he had asked. So, you lifted yourself up onto the stone, a little less gracefully than he did, and turned so that you faced the view of the hills and the town below. You smoothed out your skirt. It was beginning to draw closer to dusk now, so there was a hazy sort of glow in the sky. But you could still hear all the traffic and people about.

You could see the small coffee shop from here; it wasn’t much farther away now. You spotted your friends huddled inside, sipping hot chocolates and coffee alike, talking animatedly to each other.

You readjusted your blazer, feeling the chill grow steadily colder with the apparent night air seeping in over the town. Newt glanced at you, then the view. He puffed out another breath of smoke. He fiddled with the cigarette in his fingers.

You finally looked at him, “So?”

“So?” he mimicked, an amused grin spread across his face. You suddenly wondered if you’d ever seen him smile like that before, and it took you by surprise. He shook his head, “So, what?”

You pursed your lips, looking away. You willed the blush on your cheeks to vanish, to stop being so embarrassed and nervous around the boy. He wasn��t as dangerous or dodgy as everyone let on, at least, not around you. “Why are we sitting here?”

He laughed. He took another drag of his smoke, “Because, my little bookworm, you spend too much time doing things that have a point to it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as you turned your head, brows furrowed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” he said, putting out his cigarette; he scooted closer toward you, his face inches from yours, and you felt a sudden urge to leap from the wall, “you need to stop for a moment and watch a fucking sunset.”

You searched his brilliant brown eyes, which were so close now, since he hadn’t bothered to scoot backwards yet. You were holding your breath and your heart was racing. He turned his head so that he could see the view again, but you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from him. His shoulder touched yours, and his hand was splayed over the stone, his pinky finger on yours.

You shook your head, supposedly at him but more at yourself for being so freaked out by him. You glanced at the pinkening sky. “Didn’t take you for a ‘stop to smell the roses’ kinda guy,” you said, honestly.

“Maybe you just inspire me,” he answered, without looking back at you.

“You hardly know me,” you scoffed.

“And isn’t that exciting,” he said, eyeing you in the pink and orange glow of the now setting sun.

Newt wasn’t the kind of boy to watch sunsets with girls. Newt wasn’t the kind of boy to walk girls to a coffee shop. Newt wasn’t the kind of boy to—

You were trying to remember how much of an idiot, bad boy this golden-headed classmate of yours was when he leaned in close, his hand on yours, and pressed his lips to your lips.

He tasted like smoke and coffee. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed the feel of his heated kiss, but you were to quick to end it. With a jolt of shock and realization, you practically jumped away from him, landing on the footpath. You straightened your blazer, looking around wildly, everywhere except his eyes.

He got down from the stone as smoothly as he had gotten up there. He eyed you a moment, a tug of a smile on his lips, and then he started forwards towards the shop where your friends were crowded. You watched the back of his head, keeping a few good steps behind him.

You were trying to process the fact that he had kissed you when he stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you. His hands shoved into his blazer pockets, the sky beginning to darken. He stared at you.

“What?” you asked, bravely.

“You’re hanging back like you’re scared of me,” he frowned, “I don’t bite, you should know that—”

“You kissed me,” you said, heatedly.

“Correct,” he answered.

You glared at him. Your hands tightening into fists, they hung by your sides as you said, “You don’t just go around kissing people, at least I don’t—”

He blinked, “I just thought—”

“Well, you thought wrong,” you interrupted. You sighed out of frustration and peered over his shoulder to see the coffee shop at the end of the street. “And if you go around kissing people like that, then maybe what they say about you is true—”

You kicked off from the pavement and maneuvered past him. But he caught onto the sleeve of your blazer with a tight grip and yanked you back, which almost tripped you up with the sudden change in direction. You stumbled a little but shook him off, glaring up at him with furious, big eyes.

“I don’t go around doing that,” he said, softly. There was no anger in his eyes or in his voice. This boy, who you’d seen clobber any and every guy from your school, even students from neighboring schools, was calmer than you’d ever seen him in your life. “You can think what you want,” he started, “but I want you to know that that isn’t true. Not a bit.”

You were still staring into his eyes, even after he’d finished his defense. You sensed honesty and earnestness in his voice, in his face, his eyes.

You nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he added. “I guess, I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s okay,” you mumbled. “You just…”

“Surprised you?” he finished, raised brow.

You laughed a little, shaking your head, “Guess so.”

He smiled a little. You both made it to the front door of the coffee shop and saw your friend’s faces inside, all confused that you were showing up together since you rarely talked to one another.

Newt glanced at you, “I won’t do it again,” he said, honestly, referring to the surprise kiss you had. He reached for the door, and finished, “Not unless you want me to.” And with that, he entered the shop and greeted his friends with a shout.

You were almost stunned into silence. This boy, who wasn’t supposed to be so gentlemanly, who was the talk of the town, who didn’t care about anything or anyone—

And you, you were falling for him.

#tmr #tmr newt #tmr imagines #thatshankcallednewtimagines #newt #tmr fic #newt x reader #high school au #bad boy newt

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maxinewrites · 6 years

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'Tommy, you can’t keep doing this,” Newt sighed. “You can’t keep avoiding me like this.” __ They were inches from each other, but Thomas felt the vast empty space that separated them all the same. Newt’s tired eyes were fraying at the edges as if a light had been snuffed out in his irises. __ “I know,” Thomas whispered, trying to scrape enough courage to raise his voice, yet he found none. He tried to find solace in their shadows, tearing a void into the earth’s floor. Maybe he’d be lucky enough to slip in.'

excerpt from lunacy, my most recent wip

#wip #work in progress #excerpt #writing #writer #tmr #the maze runner #fanfic #oneshot #angst #thomas #newt #newtmas #writing this because i can do it better tbh #oops #hs au #au #high school au #dialogue

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heliads · 4 years

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Newt Masterlist

Teasing - Drabble

Not Realizing Newt Was Crushing On You Would Include.. Headcanons

Foxes and Hounds - Based on this request: “Bridgerton AU. Reader, the diamond of the season, is the Duchess of Hastings. She wants to marry someone who likes her and isn’t after her money. Newt needs to marry to save his family’s reputation because his sister Sonya was seen alone with her fiancé Lord Aris before they were engaged.” Bridgerton AU

wckd is good / part two - Based on this request: “modern day AU one-shot where Newt is Venom and the female reader is Spider-Woman.” Marvel AU

What You See - Based on this request: “mordern au!newt whos readers classmate and reader fell for him because of how cute he is and they sit next to each other in class and reader keeps catching newt staring at them and its because he wants to ask them out” Imagine

Overnight - Based on this request: “during bonfire night reader had too many drinks from Gally, accidentally confesses to Newt. Newt gets flustered but reader is too drunk to go back to their own hammock so Newt carries reader and end up sharing a hammock.” Imagine

Survivors - Maze Runner x Hunger Games Crossover

Looking Up - Maze Runner x Top Gun Crossover

What It’s Like - Based on this request: “newt x reader where they’re in an established relationship in the Glade and during a bonfire night the boys ask newt questions about what it’s like to date reader. newt answers with the utmost sweetness. Reader overhears and fluff ensues!” Imagine

there is no other version of this story - Minho may be protected in the Safe Haven, but he’s never felt more alone. Newt is growing to realize that he will never exist in the Glade without something driving him away from peace. It is difficult to miss the one you love when you are separated by time. Based on the quote ‘someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.’ Minewt Oneshot

Monopoly at Midnight - Based on this request: “modern au newt x reader? the gladers are playing monopoly and it turns into an all-nighter because Minho refuses to let anyone stop. during it, reader, being sleep-deprived, confesses her feelings for newt. in the morning reader doesn't remember but newt does and he confronts her?” Modern AU

Waking, Dreaming - Based on this request: “Newt x fem reader. The characters are high school students. Y/N and her parents move because her father got a new job. She joins Thomas, Newt, Minho, Gally, Alby, Teresa, and Brenda’s friend group. Thomas and Minho are on the boys’ basketball team. Sonya and Harriet are on the girls’ soccer team. Thomas is the valedictorian.” Modern AU

And We Will Try Again - Thomas thinks that watching Newt die will be the worst day of his life, and it is. It’s still the worst when he wakes up just to have to live through it again, and again, and again. He may not understand the time loop, but Thomas does understand this: having to lose Newt so many times is going to kill him. Newtmas Time Loop AU

Trouble and Consequence - Based on this request: “newt fic with prompts 3 17 25 (‘You know, for a jumpscare to work you have to actually be scary,’ 'From the bottom of my heart, what the fuck,’ and 'Tell me you love me. I need to hear it just the once.’)” Imagine

The Jacket - Based on this request: “Prompts 29 and 33 (’You can say what you want about how you look, but [character]’s jaw literally dropped when they saw you, so clearly something is working.’ and ‘Is that my jacket?’) with Newt from TMR” Imagine

Who Could Stay - Based on this request: “Robin Hood AU, Newt x fem reader. Ava Paige is King John. Janson is the sheriff of Nottingham. Reader is Robin Hood. Thomas, Minho, Gally, and Chuck are the Merry Men. Newt is Marian. He’s a nobleman who the reader falls in love with.” Robin Hood AU

Dating Newt Would Include... Headcanons

Trials of Love Potions - Based on this request: “maze runner AU with the gang at hogwarts! newt x reader where they're both in hufflepuff. in potions they have to make amortentia and they smell each other” Harry Potter AU

Monstrous - Based on this request: “Newt x reader? Y/n has powers like Scarlet Witch, she’s made by WCKD. She was thrown into the maze. She trusted Newt the most. They never knew about her powers until Newt was going to kill himself but he got saved by y/n?” Imagine

Stuck Together - Based on this request: “Newt and Reader don't get along, deep down they care about each other, however they do think that one hates the other. One day they get stuck alone and share a moment, Newt asks why she hates him and Newt kisses her.″ Imagine

Choices - Based on this request: “Newt x Reader where they meet at wicked and then she escapes with newt (who doesn't have the flare) and they get to the safe haven and then they get together” Imagine

Alive - Based on this request: “reader’s the one that runs to help Minho in the maze at night. When she comes back, Newt is furious, because he was SO worried that he would lose her; he starts scolding her, but in the middle of the argument he sobs on her shoulder because he thought he would never see her again." Imagine

A Matter of Confidence - Based on this request: “Newt (tmr) where he likes reader but doesn't know what to do about it or how to deal with his feelings. Then he sees reader with someone else and he gets super sad. She talks to him and he admits what's happening″ Imagine

Safe and Sound - Based on this request: “reader is the first girl in the Glade. Some of the boys there were disrespectful. Newt is the sweetest of them all and the one she grew most attached to. She's everything to him but he doesn't think his feelings are reciprocated." Imagine

All This Time - Based on this request: “Newt x Reader where they're in the glade and reader comes up and is the first girl and everyone's kinda shocked and all and then Newt slowly falls for her but soon reader catches feelings too” Imagine

Some Use - Based on this request: “Newt: The reader is introduced to Ava, and Ava takes a liking to the reader. She gives the reader “special treatment” but it’s just a plan to get information out of the gladers and to use her. Ava tries to use the reader a a test subject but the boys & teresa get there just in time. Imagine

How to Overcome - Based on this request: “Newt x reader in which she feels guilty over everyone they couldn't save and he comforts her? This is after they get out of the Maze or reach the Safe Haven. Newt is alive.” Imagine

Good For Now, Good Forever - Based on this request: “platonic newt & lesbian reader? just them being snarky smart dumbass friends together” Oneshot

Hope For The Best - Based on this request: “Newt x Reader (TMR) // The reader gets the flare but so does her brother minho and newt panics” Imagine

Hoaxes and Hearts (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) - Based on this request: “AU one-shot where Maze Runner characters are in Shadow & Bone. The pairing is Newt x female reader. Minho is Alina Starkov. Thomas is Mal Oretsev. Y/N L/N is Kaz Brekker. Teresa is Inej Ghafa. Newt is Jesper Fahey. He is Y/N’s boyfriend and a member of the Crows. Gally is the Darkling. Brenda is Genya Safin.” Multi-Part Grishaverse AU

The New Girl - You’ve been able to rely on Newt being there for you since the day you stepped foot in the Glade. Just when you’re about to gather up your courage and tell him how you really feel, another girl shows up in the Box. Imagine

Men and Tea - Based on this request: “newt fic with her using the “I like my men like I like my tea” and everyone’s staring at her until she says “hot and British” and newt is just like “hey I’m British” and she’s like “yeah i know” and he’s all blushy, flustered and cute?” Imagine

The Sting of Avoidance - Based on this request: “Newt x reader: they’re together and instead of thomas st*bbing himself with the griever needle, she does it instead and he gets worried about her” Imagine

Midnight Reassurances - Based on this request: “newt lives AU where him and reader have always had a thing between them but aren’t sure where they stand. one night he asks her to stay the night with him because he has nightmares of cranking out and they confess to each other?” Imagine

In the Long Run - Based on this request: “An AU where Newt is immune to the Flare. Fem reader ended up in the Glade soon after Alby and Newt. She became a runner/ the third-in-command, and she and Newt started dating.” Imagine

Being Miss Misery - Based on this request: “a fic with newt based off mr perfectly fine by taylor swift” Imagine

Never Trust Your Friends - Y/N might have feelings for Newt, the newly arrived blond runner. Newt might have feelings for Y/N, the second in command who’s been in the Glade longer than anyone except Alby. When Minho and Alby assign them both to work together on a project, they’re sure it won’t end well. Imagine

Rainstorm - Y/N and Newt have been best friends ever since she arrived in the Glade. However, she might find that her feelings over the blond boy have changed, especially after the events of a rainy day. Imagine

Into Thin Air - Newt doesn’t know what to think after Y/N disappears one night in the Scorch. She’s nowhere to be found, until a few weeks later she shows up with the girls from Group B. The only problem is that she can’t remember who Newt is, and all Newt can remember is how much he loves her. Imagine

Are You Happy With Him? - Y/N is a Med-Jack in the Glade, who happens to be dating Gally. Newt happens to be completely in love with her, but he may have more of a chance with her than he’d first thought. Imagine

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mystic-writings · 5 months

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remember the nights | chapter fourteen — a rom-com happy ending

WORD COUNT — 2,841

WARNINGS — pure fluff, weddings

NOTES — i can't believe it's already over :( well, not really bc this series will always live in my head, way into their college years, but for now this is the end <3

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Ever since your Uncle Mark started staying in the guest room and wedding prep picked up even more, your house was never quiet. Between final food tastings, organizing the tables and stationary, plus the horrendous amount of extra schoolwork you were dealing with due to a new semester starting up, life never slowed down.

Things at school got better, so long as you ignored Newt in any way, and focused on your college applications and spending time with Brenda. Plus, your uncle Mark made sure to spend all his extra time with you, since you hadn’t seen him in two years.

He and Maggie’s brothers got along well, and made the house extra vibrant as everyone got to know one another over game nights and dinners. The very first night you’d met them — Maggie’s brothers, George and Dean — they embraced you lovingly, claiming that Maggie had always wanted a daughter.

Valentine’s Day started with a bright dawn and a calm air, and you could tell even with the cold that it was a beautiful day for a wedding. The day started early, at around 5am, with Maggie shaking you awake, offering you a toasted waffle and travel mug of coffee. The house was void of men and instead filled with the women of the bridal party, all running around and getting ready in different parts of the house in order to have things done on time.

Everyone had their dresses in different places, and you and a woman named Sarah did each other’s makeup in your bedroom by the desk before taking turns getting dressed and finding your purses, accessories, and proper coats.

Maggie was already on her way to the church in just her makeup by the time everyone was ready, leaving you to lock up the house and pile into one of the three cars occupying the driveway. You texted with Brenda, Harriet, and Sonya on the car ride, talking about the reception happening later on.

You and Thomas were allowed to bring your friends to the reception (with Brenda and Jorge being the exception, as they were invited to the ceremony), something that your parents agreed upon not long after they told you about the proposal. Since the bonfire, though, the group was shattered, and you really only talked to the girls for now. Thomas was inviting everyone else who wanted to come, though, so you’d see everyone there, anyway.

One thing you did notice, through the bustle and stress of the wedding and finals, was that your friends had been acting odd, to say the least. Thomas was the same, but every one of your friends were exchanging an unsettling amount of smiles and glances — not just the girls, but Gally and Minho, too. You’d even asked them about it one day, but they all refused to give you an answer.

You shook the thoughts from your head and texted the girls to update them on where you were. They were all excited for the wedding, and you were, too. Everything about this day had felt spectacular so far, and you couldn’t wait to actually see Maggie and your dad get married.

The church was empty for now, but you and the girls all filed into the bridal suite, where Maggie sat, pinning up her hair into the most elegant style you’d seen. Since her hair was neck length and wavy, it was difficult to get her hair into a style that looked nice. However, she managed to take some strands from the front to frame her face, while still having the majority of the upper half of her hair pinned back with pearl beaded pins, her waves still flowing free.

You almost cried at how wonderful she looked, before realizing it was up to you and two other bridesmaids to help her into her dress.

If you hadn’t been emotional before, you definitely were now.

Maggie looked like she’d stepped right out of a fairytale. Her bodice and sleeves were mesh, patterned with intricate lace, her skirt made of silk with a slight volume to it and lots of movement. The lace pattern bled into the skirt, blending well with the silk and forming it into a cohesive piece.

Everyone’s compliments overlapped as you took her hands in yours, the both of you smiling widely at one another.

With a gentle squeeze of your hands, and a knock on the door from her brothers, ready to walk her down the aisle, Maggie sighed. “Well, ladies, I think it’s just about time I got married, don’t you think?”

The ceremony was, to say the least, perfect.

Out of the entire bridal party, you were the last to walk down the aisle, with Chuck and Thomas on either arm, all three of you beaming like sunshine.

Your dad, along with everyone in the church, welled with tears upon Maggie’s entrance, both of her brothers on her arm. Everything went without a hitch, and you must have ran through a pack or two of pocket kleenex. You’d never be able to replicate the joy in your heart when your dad finally called Maggie his wife.

To no one’s surprise, the reception started strong and continued to stay that way. The hall looked absolutely amazing, with round tables and white wicker chairs, beautiful flower centerpieces. In the few-hour long break between the ceremony and the reception, Sonya, Harriet, and Brenda’s attitudes have kicked up in suspicion, but all things considered, you simply brushed it off. You had a lot more to worry about today than their behavior, and one of those things was your speech.

All of your friends sat at a table near the front, watching your uncle wrap up his speech. Thomas and Chuck were going to do one as the best men, but didn’t quite know what to say, so they passed that duty onto Mark. One of Maggie’s friends offered to do the same for you, but you had already started with an idea, and this was too important to pass off.

With shaking hands and messily written index cards, you stepped up to the microphone next to your parents table, smiling at the people around you. You kept your eyes on Maggie and your dad, though, for the most part.

Clearing your throat, you leaned into the mic and began your speech. “I know that there’s a lot of people here who might not exactly know who I am, but I’m very glad to be here to share this day with all of you. I’m the daughter of the groom, and my name is Y/n. I want to start by congratulating my dad and Maggie, who I can say, deep in my heart, I know were meant to be together. Sure, it took them a while, but I guess finding ‘The One’ takes time, right?” You took a deep breath, adjusting the cards in your hands, finding that you didn’t need them any more. “I’ve only known Maggie for about four years, but she’s one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. I’ll forever be grateful for all of the things she’s helped me and my dad through, and for always being there. Maggie, you and your boys have changed everything in our lives, and there won’t be a day that I won’t be thankful for that. You showed my dad how to love again, and you didn’t hesitate for a second to share that love with me, too.”

You were only looking at Maggie, now, eyes wet with tears and a smile stretching your face. “And it’s because of that love and dedication that I am proud to be here today, with all our friends and family, and be able to call you my mom.”

You watched the emotions change on your parents faces and laughed lightly. “I can only finish this off by saying that I hope that everything the both of you want out of life comes to you, and to tell you that I love you both to the moon and back.”

Quietly, you stepped away from the microphone and walked over to an already standing Maggie, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I love you so much, honey,” she whispered, kissing the side of your head.

You squeezed her tight, tucking your face into her neck. “I love you, too, mom.”

After you let go and sat down, you glanced over at your dad to find him trying his best to hide his tears. He hadn’t been doing so well, considering you could see the shine of tears building on his waterline.

Dinner and cake came after the speeches finished, both of which were delicious — you made a mental note to personally tell Jorge how good the cake was — and made you heavily consider taking seconds, despite knowing you would pay for it later with a stomach ache.

Soon enough, the dance floor filled with people, and you searched out your friends to spend more time with them.

You found them easily, the seven of them clumped into one corner of the room, just by the hall’s main entrance. They greeted you warmly, talking over one another about the food and the speeches. You told them everything about your day so far, and how proud and elated you were that the wedding finally happened. It was only when you were getting into how hectic things had been at the house that Gally’s phone rang, and suddenly the whole group went quiet.

He stepped away, answering the phone and nodding like the person on the other line could see him. Everyone was looking at him, cheeky smiles on their faces as Gally came back, tucking his phone back into the pocket of his slacks.

“What was that all about?” You asked him.

Gally smiled at you, something he didn’t do all that often, a playful gleam in his eye. “Wanna go for a drive?”

“Why?” Your brows cinched as you dragged out your question, glancing between everyone as a slight chill ran up your spine.

“He’s got a surprise for you, that’s why.” Brenda nudged you. “Just go, I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You looked between everyone wearily before following Gally out to his car, not bothering to grab your coat. Your heart was racing with every step, the anticipation and confusion building in your head. Brenda said it was worth the trip, but you just didn’t know what was going on. Not to mention everyone’s odd behavior…

After driving around for a few minutes, Gally pulled into the school parking lot. A light flurry of snow had begun to fall, dusting the grass and pavement, and slightly impairing your vision as you looked around from the passenger’s seat. “Gally, why are we at the school?”

The boy looked up from his phone with a smirk. “You’ll see.”

Not a moment after he finished his sentence, your phone pinged from your dress pocket. Your heart stopped when you pulled it out, reading the new message in your notifications. ‘Come to the willow tree’

It was from Newt.

You looked up at Gally, who’s smile widened as he nodded toward the field.

“He’s waiting for you,” Gally said, and you had to remember how to breathe.

With one final, reassuring nod, you exited the car, bracing against the cold as you raced to the willow tree. Through the flurries, you made out Newt’s figure by the tree, and stopped yourself from running any further.

Once you were able to move your legs again, you took it slower, walking through the thin layer of accumulating snow, picking up your dress to make it less likely for you to trip. With every step, you could make out Newt’s figure a little clearly, and it made the ache in your chest grow larger.

You came to a stop under the tree’s canopy of dead leaves, providing some protection from the snow. Newt was wearing a black suit, and you couldn’t deny how great he looked in it. He was still staring at his shoes and picking at his fingernail when you stopped walking, almost as though he hadn’t heard you approaching him.

Gripping the sides of your dress, you found the courage to speak up. “I thought you didn’t want to see me again.”

Newt looked up from his shoes with a smile. “I lied.”

“But that’s what you said, isn’t it? On Christmas. When you slammed the door in my face.”

“I know what I said, and I’m sorry,” Newt sighed, stepping a bit closer. “I was a prick for saying it, too. I never should’ve done what I did, you didn’t deserve it.” He took a breath, running a hand through his hair and tucking a hand into one of his pockets. “Ever since the party, Sonya’s been telling me every day how upset you were. Hell, everyone was, and it’s been driving me mad ever since, because I hurt you, and I’ve never wanted to do that.”

Teary-eyed, you opened your mouth to speak, but Newt continued.

“I don’t care what Tommy thinks about us being together anymore. But I want us to be together. Hell, the only thing that kept me quiet about how I felt for so long — that stopped me from asking you out when we hung out together on our own for the first time — was how I thought he would react, or if he would disapprove of it. But I don’t care anymore. I love you, Y/n. More than anything. Staying away from you for so long has been killing me, and I can’t stand it anymore.” He stepped closer again, leaving only a few inches of space between you. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to follow you outside when you came to Mickey’s with Brenda. To apologize for what I said, for leaving you that night. To—” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “—to kiss you bloody senseless.”

You stared up at the boy before you, the one you never thought would talk to you again, in awe of his words. After the bonfire, you never believed that Newt would say something like that to you, let alone plan something as intimate as this was. You blinked away tears for the fourth time that day and realized there was only one thing you could say at the moment.

“So do it. Kiss me.”

Newt closed the distance between your bodies, pulling you into him by the waist and pressing his lips to yours. Elation filled every inch of your body as you wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him as close as you were able, pouring all your love into the kiss. You felt one of Newt’s hands snake up your neck, palm splayed over your jaw as he tried in vain to pull you closer into his body.

You wished you didn’t need air to breathe when you were forced to pull back, lipstick smeared on Newt’s swollen lips, and likely on your own, as well. But you still had one question to ask.

“Why now?” You asked, smoothing the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I mean, after everything, why now? You spent two months pretending to hate me, so what changed?”

“The jacket.” Newt told you. “Sonya practically forced it into my hands after you left, and then she yelled at me for half an hour about how big of an idiot I was being, and how wrong it was for me to keep treating you the way I had been. After that… I sat on my bed for a while, holding the jacket and thinking about how right she was. About how much I missed you. After that, I knew I had to do something, so…”

“So you planned all this?” You said, a coy smile spreading on your lips. “Just for me?”

Newt smiled wide, laughter bubbling in his throat. “Just for you, darling.” The nickname made your heart skip a beat, and your smile widened. “You shouldn’t be so surprised. You saw what I did for you in New York. Making elaborate plans to see you happy isn’t anything new.”

Without another word, you pulled his head down to kiss him again. You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips as you kissed Newt, reveling in how amazing it felt to finally be able to kiss him. Just as you were pulling away, a thought crossed your mind. “Wait. What about Thomas? And our friends?”

“Did you not hear a word I just said?” Newt laughed. “I don’t give a damn what Tommy thinks. I only care about you. And our friends have been in on it for the past week, love.”

You smiled bright at the boy holding you, pulling him back into another searing kiss.

Under the canopy of the willow tree, on the greatest day of your life so far, you got your movie-screen happy ending; and everything that happened to get it was entirely worth it.

series taglist: @heliads @ghostofscarley @badbatch-simp24 @virginia-peters @third-broparcelicito @lamolaine @yes-fangirl-things (open!)

#remember the nights #newt x reader #newt tmr x reader #newt x you #newt x y/n #newt series #newt tmr series #newt angst #newt fluff #the maze runner fanfiction #the maze runner x reader #au fic #high school au

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miryum · 2 years

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Snack Saver (Newt x Reader)

You know the drill folks, it’s fic dumping time. I have three coming out right now (all shorter than I would like them to be) and a request I have yet to write.

Warnings: fluff that I crave, reader being in theatre (can be high school or college) and being a upperclassmen

Newt sat at his desk, engrossed in his maths homework. He had to finish this and then his history homework, along with studying for science.

Just as Newt was getting into the zone, his phone pinged. He groaned but left it on the other table. Soon after, his mind forgot about it and dove back into his work. However, his phone soon pinged again. Then again. Then it started ringing.

Sighing, Newt twisted around and grabbed it. Seeing the caller ID, his frustration lifted a bit and he answered it.

“Hello, love,” Newt said to his girlfriend.

“Thank god.” Y/n breathed, immediately making Newt’s heart race in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Y/n laughed slightly at his concern. “It’s just, I’m at theatre practise…”

“I know. Do you need anything?”

“Yes, actually.” Newt could hear Y/n’s anxiety from the other side of the phone. “It’s a late practise; we end around six pm. And I forgot to bring snacks. I was wondering if you could drive over with some food?” Newt let out a little chuckle, which Y/n took the wrong way. “Or you don’t have to!” She quickly backtracked. “I’m so sorry! I’m sure you were doing more important things and I just thought-”

Newt shook his head, even though Y/n couldn’t see it. “No, love, it’s okay! I’ll bring a couple of snacks. It’s just… I love you.”

Y/n, confused but happy, replied, “I love you too, Newt. Thank you so much! I’ll wait outside the school for you.”

“No need. I’ll come in and finish my homework so I can give you a ride home.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I’m your boyfriend. I don’t need to, but I want to.”

“Thank you, Newt.” Y/n said, sounding genuinely thankful and relieved.

“You’re welcome. Bye.”

“Bye!”

Newt scooped up his homework, binders and textbooks weighing him down. He then went to the kitchen, grabbing some snacks he knew Y/n would love. Loading it all into his beat-up car, he coaxed the engine into starting and headed down the road. When he reached the school he had only left an hour earlier, Newt piled up all his things and trooped inside. Y/n was waiting for him outside the auditorium, her foot tapping nervously. “Oh, you’re here!” She rushed towards him, grabbing the food out of his hands and ripping open a package.

“Love the food more than me?” Newt chuckled.

“Right now, yes. But thank you so much. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Y/n reached up and kissed Newt on the cheek.

“Be very hungry,” Newt answered, trying to sound as serious as possible.

Y/n laughed and led him into the auditorium. The other people in the play were sitting about, taking a break before the next scene. The couple was greeted by a chorus of, “Newt!” and “It’s Y/n’s boy-toy!”

Y/n waved them off while Newt called out, “I’m only here on a snack emergency!” Some cast members groaned at the response while others laughed.

Newt settled into a seat next to Y/n’s backpack as Y/n gave him a peck on the lips before running towards her friends with her pile of snacks.

During the next couple of hours, Newt hardly got any school work done as he sat, memorised, at his girlfriend. His pencil was poised over his paper, never fully completing a thought, but he didn’t mind. Newt was happy simply watching her perform. Y/n came to life while she was onstage, as he had told her many times before. When Y/n wasn’t rehearsing, she sat next to Newt, head on his shoulder as they quietly conversed, occasionally sneaking a kiss or two while some freshmen looked on with jealousy.

After Y/n’s rehearsal was finished and she had said her goodbyes, Newt shouldered his backpack and led her to his car. “Thank you again, Newtie,” Y/n whispered as they walked, Newt holding her hand gently.

“Anytime. If you need anything, at any time, call me. It could be midnight or halfway around the world, and I will always be there for my love and forever partner.”

“Really?!” Y/n looked at him, wide- eyed.

“You think I would ever give you up?” New shook his head, chuckling. “Never.”

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pinkandgirlyblog · 3 years

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Tutor Partner (Thomas x reader TMR)

Thomas x reader (The Maze Runner)

High School AU

Warnings: Kissing, fluff and light swearing

It’s funny how soulmates meet, in story books in battle, in movies the jock falls for the nerd and your parents meet at a bar. It’s always the person you least expect and for Thomas... well.... he didn’t expect this.

Thomas was apart of the skater group, so he wouldn’t be the lad playing lacrosse after school or the stoner doing drugs. He viewed himself to be average, nothing special. All his work was to a normal standard, he would hand in the homework and then go out practising on his skateboard. He had a small circle of friends, Newt, Minho and Frypan. Newt didn’t like to skate but would watch with his girlfriend, Hannah. On the note of girlfriends, Thomas was very much, alone. No love life, no crush, nothing. As I said, average.

It was a normal Wednesday morning, he had skated to school with Minho and now was heading up to tutor with Hannah and Newt. He was third-wheeling but didn’t mind as he saw his friend happy. Newt was recovering from a rare type of cancer called ‘The Flare’ so it was hard for him sometimes but it was lovely to see Newt interacting with the world again.

As they walked up the stair well, they could hearing obnoxious laughing coming from the corridor outside their tutor. As they looked through the glass door to the corridor they saw Y/N laughing at something Brenda said. Thomas sat next to Y/N in tutor, they talked sometimes but nothing more then ‘hellos’ and discussing the lessons of that day. They were both very socially awkward. As soon as Hannah saw the two girls she kissed Newt quickly and joined them. Newt sighed and stated with a dreamy look on his face,

“Isn’t she perfect?”

Thomas just laughed at his best mates face and said,

“We know you have a girlfriend. Don’t need to rub it everywhere”

“Just because Y/N won’t go out with you doesn’t mean you need to bring my relationship down”

Thomas panicked for his friend said his last sentence a bit loud, making him look back at Y/N, relieved to see her gossiping with Hannah and Brenda.

“Quite will you? She could hear!”

“So? Just ask her out.”

“I don’t like her like that and you know it dipshit.”

Thing is, after the new seating plan, Newt, Minho and Frypan had been teasing Thomas endlessly on this none existent crush on his table partner. He just thought she was pretty and had a nice personality, that’s all.

“Keep telling yourself that Tommy”

And with a final wink, Newt followed the three girls walking into the classroom with Thomas following with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. It was just the cold, he had thought. How wrong he was.

As he sat down next to Y/N, he turned on his computer and loaded one of the games from the internet, although this wasn’t aloud, he did it anyway. He could see Y/N watching his screen from the corner of his eye and he smiled slightly. She was pretty, this was obvious, with her sparkling eyes and how she puckered her lips when listening. They only spoke three times that day, to say the history test was hard which Y/N had today and Thomas had had the day before, how the teacher was being boring and how Instagram got a new update and they hated it. As they left Thomas felt a sense of sadness he hadn’t spoken more and when he walked with Newt and Hannah, he felt almost home sick from being away from Y/N’s eyes. Getting lost in them. He didn’t like her though, he had told himself, he just thought she was pretty.

It was Friday and tutor had been going well, they would talk more in tutor and laugh. She and him would play the games on the computer together as a past time for the long 45 minutes of the sessions. Thomas almost felt so happy he could burst. She was so funny and nice. He wanted to be around her all the time and yet he still told himself he didn’t like her, not in a non-friend way of course. He lied.

He liked her very much so.

After a few weeks, he told Newt and Minho, who were beyond ecstatic.

One day, Y/N was walking to Brenda’s house to walk to school together, Frypan and Newt walked on the other side of the road, Newt had whispered to Frypan, not so quietly might I add,

“That’s Y/N. The girl Tommy likes”

Y/N pretended not to hear and yet she was beyond excited. Her crush liked her too.

That day in tutor, they were told by the teacher they where doing sing-off as a bit of fun for the end of term. Y/N and Thomas where picked to perform last and they where beyond nervous.

Hannah and Newt did really well, and before long it was their go.

Thomas and Hannah stood up and stood a foot apart from each other, waiting for the music to start.

Thomas started with the song ‘All the small things’ by blink-182 but was quickly cut off by Y/N singing (your favourite song). Thomas smiled slightly when he saw her having fun, it made him elated to be apart of it. Soon Thomas cut her off by singing ‘Arcade’ by Duncan Laurence, Y/N smiled encouragingly at Thomas until she again, cut him off. She started singing ‘Play with fire’ by Sam Tinnesz, she slowly stalked up towards Thomas and let her eyes drug in his appearance. She slowly walked around him while singing making Thomas palms sweat with anticipation, as the chorus came closer, she stopped nose to nose with him and whispered,

“I’ve always liked to play with fire”

Thomas made a split second decision, he grabbed her neck in a choke hold and pulled Y/N in for a kiss which she eagerly returned. It sounded cliche but fireworks exploded and their bodies tingled. As they came out for air, Thomas nuzzled his nose against hers and said confidently,

“Be mine”

and Y/N answered just as confidently,

“I always was”

#thomas x reader #thomas x reader tmr #maze runner #scorch trials #death cure #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan o'brien x reader #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #the maze runner #james dashner #minho x reader #newt x reader #brenda x reader

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Sunny's Post-Hiatus Fanfiction Schedule

So, I just finished another fic (but I am still in the living hell limbo of moving and I need the distraction) - and the 'Coming Soon' section of my pinned is getting way too long. So I'm gonna keep updating this post, and I'm gonna have this linked in my pinned as the general collection of my WIPs and things I have written during the hiatus. Also there will be more updates about WIPs and discussions about what I'm working on over on @tenpintsof-sundrop. And I will link the completed fics on this post when they are done and posted.

Again, if you want to see a preview for any fic that doesn't already have one, feel free to ask. When I get back from my hiatus officially, I will be posting a poll to determine which fic will be edited in order to be posted first, so when you read over this list, think of which fic you are looking forward to most so that you can have your answer. If you want to be tagged in any of these fics when they come out, info about taglists is right here.

Untitled Daryl PWP - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Set during Season 4. Daryl gets jealous, and takes it out on you. (2,300 words est.) - NOW POSTED

Untitled Isaac Smut Blurb - Sub!Isaac Lahey x Dom!GN!Reader. Established FWB Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2. You tell Isaac that he needs to relax, and then you show him the perfect way to do just that. (2,100 words est.) - NOW POSTED

Freak Like Me - Dom!Lydia Martin x Sub!GN!Reader. Established FWB Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2. Jackson may have broken up with Lydia, but his loss is absolutely your gain. (2,100 words est.)

Why Am I The One? - Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Smut. Set just post Season 3, Episode 4. After Issac is kicked out of Derek's apartment with no reasoning and nowhere to go, he comes through a rainstorm soaking wet and finds his way to you. Freezing, alone, and looking desperate and sad - will you turn him away after cheating on you, or will you forgive him like you always do? (13,000 words est.)

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danniscure · 4 years

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The huge newtmas/dylmas recommended fics list!!!

Yes yes, it’s finally here.

Before I start, I have a few things to say.

1. Spoilers!! A lot of spoilers.

2. Read the tags and the warnings!!!

3. To find a fic, search “the name, the author, ‘ao3’”.

4. Have fun y’all. You can ask me to make other lists for other ships If you’d like, I’m bored.

5. These are all on ao3.

6. If you find this post helpful, please reblog it!

Let’s start, shall we?

NEWTMAS

Highly recommended:

The glade airport boys, by tisaniere. “The Gladers are a group of orphans, runaways and misfits who live at the abandoned Glade Airport , trying their best to survive”.

Ten, by ava_kay. “For seventeen year old Newt, the number ten is everything. Ten steps. Ten times you must snap your fingers. Ten nods of your head. Ten.” (Mental institution au)

WCKD Academy class A, by astralpenguin. “WCKD Academy is an elite private school. 13 high school seniors get to attend the school for free. The catch: 12 of them are assassins. The last is their target.”

Marked as his- newtmas, by axbee. “A soulmate au in which when you write on your skin the same mark appears on your soulmates”

Now to the other ones:

Misplaced mistakes (you’re the best kind), by draronoliver. “When Thomas slips his number into a pretty girls jacket, he doesn’t expect it to actually belong to the boy standing next to her.”

Like you were never gone, by ccecily. “Newt did not die in the Last City and now is fighting his way back home, to his loved ones. To Thomas.”

The enhanced, by writingsstrange. “Thomas wakes up in a lab with no memory of how he got there. He finds himself surrounded by boys with strange abilities and powers.”

Bruises (series), by the_peddler. “Working full-time at his coffee-shop, Thomas enjoys a basic yet carefree lifestyle. That is until a certain blonde guy starts visiting on a regular basis.”

The blood culmination, by persnickett. “So, wait... didn’t the knife have Thomas’s blood on it?”

Providence, by sulfuric. “In the middle of nowhere, there is a small, small town called Providence. Everything is fine until Thomas disappears. Newt has to find him without getting lost himself, which is a lot harder than it sounds.”

The only thing that matters, by dylsdyldo & thatlittlerebel. “Newt was a painter and his most favorite client asked him to paint someone, to Newts' surprise. Later did he know that this someone will make him feel things he had never felt before.”

Fire works & team spirits, by sesquipedalia. “Newt's parents thought he was special, but the football players thought otherwise. Actually, a majority of the school thought otherwise. He spent most of his time participating in geeky clubs and obsessing over Thomas Taylor, the star football player who had golden brown eyes and a smile that could kill millions - including Newt.”

Inflorescence, by veryintimate. “College au. Newt is quite, and he is fine with sticking to Minho and not taking chances. but when tattooed, artistic, charismatic Thomas shows up, he can't help himself and suddenly wants to do everything he never wanted to”.

Night visions, by potatojuiceplease. “TMR rewritten from a Canon!Newtmas PoV”.

Our dirty laundry, by trashqueen23. “Christmas break is here and Thomas promised his family they would meet his boyfriend. The only problem is: he doesn't really have one. Newt agrees to a fake relationship, in trade for Thomas to do two months of dirty laundry. What will happen when they have to spend the break pretending to be in love?”

Lead me to a future (series), by astralpenguin. “When Thomas was in his last year of primary school, a serial killer targeted some of his classmates. A suspect was arrested and convicted, but Thomas remains convinced that the police have the wrong person”

Call my name (series), by kathsilver. “Sort-of after tmr rewritten. Canon POV”

You were my best four years, by ourlovelybones. “Thomas and Teresa begin a new chapter in their lives when they arrive at Glade University for the first day of college. Along the way, Thomas befriends a new core group of friends: Harriet, Sonya, Minho, and most importantly - Newt.”

Talk me home & reflections of home, by comebacknow. “Canon pov of the story, one from Newts POV, on from Thomas’s”

Let me help you, by infiniteflame. “Newt is the most popular guy at Beacon Hills High. He's good looking, confident, and on top of it all, his parents are rich. Thomas is new to Beacon Hills. He has extreme social anxiety, depression, and high self conciousness.”

Carousel, by dreamitbeit. “In between glowing screens with promises about his future and cracked pavement that spilled his memories, for one summer, Thomas floats. Summer romance”

DYLMAS

Setting paper hearts on fire, by orphan_account. “Dylan makes a joke, and it seems like no one is forgetting it”.

Flip the script, by orphan_account. The sequel to setting paper hearts on fire.

Acquainted, by coupe_de_foudre. “the story of how aspiring artist Dylan O'Brien fell (quite literally) into the arms of famous actor, Thomas Brodie-Sangster.”

In black&white, by thomaddict. “Instagram au”.

Dt a few friends of mine: @im-not-trash-but-im-a-yoyo @a5-newt-the-glue @justafangirlinglesbian @dream-in-charming @helllucifer

#newtmas #newt and thomas #dylmas #newtmas fic #dylams fic #recommended fics #dont let this flop #this took forever #have fun!#read the tags and warnings #maybe part two?#send ship suggestions #im sorry this took so long #the maze runner

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astralda0602 · 4 years

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Hey everyone! Just a quick update on upcoming works. I'm gonna be in isolation for the next two weeks, so I'm gonna have some more time to write, so you can expect a new story soon. Probably some Newt lives AU or something, maybe a TMR or PJO high school AU, I still haven't decided, and I am working on all these slowly, so we'll see tomorrow. First chapter of any of these will be either tomorrow or the day after.

#the maze runner #percy jackson #the maze runner fanfic #percy jackson fanfiction #astralda.txt #personal #updates

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dontbethatshank · 7 years

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Teach Me How To Listen (pt. 2)

Imagine: High School AU short-series - Newt pairing

Friday. December 5th. Game Night.

It was nearing 7 pm and all of you and your friends were heading out to a soccer game. Teresa muttered something about her cousin playing and Gally mentioned having a good friend on the team. So here you all were - sitting in the bleachers, nachos, sandwiches, and in your case the world’s largest cup of coffee in hand. It was chilly, but not too terrible you thought. Teresa brought a handful of blankets, everyone sitting on them and curling into them. You wore the varsity jacket that the strange boy gave to you. The patch on the left arm was one belonging to the soccer team, so you knew he would be here tonight. You hoped to spot him and give it back, although you were now realizing you never brought a second jacket because you were the most intelligent person to ever go to Heights High.

“Welcome to the Glade, everyone! I’m your announcer and everyone’s favorite register at nutrition, Siggy! Tonight is a home game between our own Heights High Gladers and WCKD High Cranks. The game starts in only four minutes, so grab your snacks, curl up in your jackets, and get ready,” Siggy, or how everyone else knew him as Frypan, exclaimed. Frypan was a happy, joyous boy - he picked up a job in the cafeteria Freshman year, and he soon became one of the most popular registers during break time and nutrition, mostly because he also sold his own baked goods to students if they bought something from his cart. You sat quietly, sipping at the coffee in between your hands, glancing to the side to see Minho’s arm curled around Teresa as she laughed and put the end of a sour straw into his mouth, laughing even louder as he slurped it up like a pasta noodle.

Shaking your head you smiled at them. Looking up above you slightly you saw Gally who was seated with a girl you had never met before. But after hearing bits of their conversation you knew that her name was Sonya and that she came to cheer on her brother who would be playing tonight. Gally seemed content on sharing his nachos with the girl as they chatted aimlessly, and you smiled at them too, happy Gally was smiling and talking nicely instead of grumbling or complaining at the usual. But quickly the game launched into action, and your eyes strained from the top of the bleachers to find the blonde haired boy on the field, trying to pinpoint him. But there were a handful of tall, lean blondes and you could barely see any other features besides hair and the baggy shirts over their torsos.

Oh well, you thought, I’ll have to try to find him after. And with that, you threw several pieces of popcorn into your mouth as you watched people cheer and groan. You were amused as you watched Teresa, half way into the game, shrieking as she stood up. “Tom! You moron! Don’t pass to defense if you're playing a forward! You just completely backtracked oh my God no, you idiot- no- just- oh my God, you just passed it to the other team,” Teresa groaned, slumping back into her seat. Minho laughed, rubbing her shoulder chuckled from amusement.

To be honest, you weren’t too into sports. You did t-ball when you were a kid and played soccer for a handful of years, but you instead fell in love with the arts and learning. So when the game came to an end and you completely were clueless on who won due to your daydreaming, you were unsurprised and mostly uncaring. But quickly you stood up, snatching the gray sweater/hoodie that Teresa had brought with her and mumbled a “gonna go find the blondie” before hurrying off down the stairs. Already the boys were gathering waterbottles and bags to go and shower and change. Your school won, unsurprisingly, and the opposing team sluggishly left the team.

The soccer team was laughing and cheering, chatting away. Some of the boys’ girlfriends came over to congratulate others ran off to celebrate with parents or friends, but a little over half stayed, cheering and talking animatedly. Once you got within a couple yards of the team, a few boys saw you and mumbled to one another, snickering and grabbing the attention of some of the others. “Did our boy reel in a catch or what?!” one boy said. He was tall, lean, thoroughly muscled, and had dark chocolate hair and warm caramel eyes. They twinkled with mischief but also kindness. “Now that’s a catch,” another boy smirked, leaning an arm on the other boy’s shoulder. He had dark, chocolate skin and stubbly black hair, a piercing white smile and light brown eyes that were streaked with a dark green it looked.

With a roll of your eyes, you stuffed your hands into the pockets of the varsity jacket you had on and walked right up to the first boy to say something about you. You looked up, pushing a small lock of hair from your face and raised an eyebrow expectantly at him. “Well?” you asked, “Do you know who’s the shank that owns this damn jacket or what?” He looked shocked and opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a familiar voice.

“Aye! Tom! What the fuck, loser?” came Teresa’s voice. “Hey! And stop hitting on my friends! Y/N’s my back-up in case this shank doesn’t keep up with me,” Teresa said, rolling her eyes as a thumb jut out to point at Minho, who in return gave a small cry of a protest. “I wasn’t hitting on your friend, it looks like she’s already been claimed,” Tom replied, a smirk coming back to his light peach lips, gesturing to the jacket. “Is that my brother’s jacket?” cam ea voice, and you noticed the blonde girl who was sitting with Gally now stood next to Tom, eyebrows raised. “Maybe? I don’t know the guy or anything,” you shrugged in response. “Tapping it and leaving them clueless. What a shank!” the second boy from earlier cried, sniggering.

“More like spilling milkshakes all over people and giving them something besides a sugar infested shirt to wear as an apology, but yea, close enough,” you replied, eyes rolling as sarcasm dripped from your lips. Sonya went to reply but another boy stepped up and looked at his teammates in confusion. “Thomas? Ben? What the hell? Sonya, what the bloody hell are you doing here?” it was him, you automatically decided. The accent, the hair, the twinkling eyes, and the scrawny and lean body structure were all identical. His eyes wondered over each face and then landed on yours, and his eyes widened, surprised.

“I’m here to cheer my brother on, dumbass. But Newt, who’s this?” Sonya asked, gesturing towards you, her face full of curiosity. “You’re Newt? Newton Issaics?” you asked after a minute, and the boy nodded slowly. With a shake of the head, you slid the varsity jacket off and handed t to him with his hoodie. “These belong to you from the incident on Wednesday. Thanks again...Newt,” you said, eyeing him up and down. You wore high waisted black skinnies and a simple, baggy grey tank top. your hands went into your pockets, bumps appearing on your arms as the cool air hit you.

By this point, most of Newt’s teammates had gotten distracted. Gally was talking to en, Teresa was joking with Thomas and introducing Minho, and Sonya was talking to another guy, laughing and shaking her head. Newt looked at you curiously, slipping his varsity jacket back around your shoulders. “You’re cold. Give it back another time,” he decided, holding the hoodie you handed him still. With a crooked smile, you thanked him before looking down and glancing at the thin watch on your wrist. “Shit, gotta go. Nice meeting you, Issaics,” you grinned before turning to leave, jogging off.

“Wait!” Newt called, jogging a few feet, still a couple yards away from you. “Who are you? I never got a name and you somehow knew my full name, that’s a bit unfair,” Newt said, smiling slightly. You backed away, looking at him and raising your arms into a shrug, grinning wildly. “Guess you’ll have to wait to find out, Issaics!” you called, then continued running off.

It was already 9pm but you were in your car driving to Newt’s house. Mr. Blackburn had given you his address, his number, and his mother’s number. You had gotten a message from his mother asking if you could come over after his game so she could meet you. You were supposed to meet him before the game, but things came up. You agreed, deciding this would be a short meeting, only an hour, to meet everyone and discuss things.

So here you were, your car parked on the side of the street in front of a nice, decent sized two-story house, lights on and the front door open with only a glass door cutting the inviting house out from the nipping cold. You walked up to the door and were greeted almost instantly after knocking a couple of times. A short, lean woman who was maybe in her mid-40s appeared and instantly welcomed you in. You had taken off Newt’s varsity jacket and held it folded in your arm. The woman grinned and welcomed you enthusiastically, guiding you to a glass kitchen table that had a thin, white lace covering over it. On the table were 4 cups of steaming cocoa in it and a plate of cookies. You could already tell you would like Mrs. Issaics.

“Come in dear! Newton is just getting home now with his sister from his game, and his father will be coming down any minute now,” the woman smiled. She had light teddy brown hair, much like Newts. It was thin and cut right below her collar bones, framing her face in a welcoming, warm kind of way. She had small, thin hands that moved nimbly and gracefully, arranging a couple of folders and small stacks of paper. She was just explaining to you how much you tutoring him meant to her and her husband when said man joined you, holding a large, calloused hand out to greet you. He too was a thin man, but he was very tall and was muscular from head to toe. He looked maybe a couple years younger than his wife but neither showed their age all that much. He wore baggy dark brown dress pants and had a simple plaid shirt tucket into his pants, glasses hanging from said shirt pocket. He sat next to his wife and took a small drink from the cup, snatching a cookie while his wife continued to talk.

You listened quietly and patiently, smiling and nodding when appropriate. Mrs. Issaics had just checked her watch when the door opened. “Mom! Dad! I’m home, I dropped Sonya off at Brenda’s,” the voice called out, a small clatter being heard as shoes were slipped off and knocked against the wall and a heavy bag thud against the floor. Walking into the dining area, he paused. You looked over your shoulder and smiled, a mischievious glint in your eyes. Newt’s own eyes widened, and his breath caught for a second as he realized just whom was going to be his tutor.

“Newton, dean! come, sit! This is Y/N, she will be your tutor for French. I was just showing her some of your last tests and the paperwork Mr. Blackburn sent us last week,” his mother smiled kindy, gesturing tot he chair next to you, the last cup of hot chocolate inviting him. You yourself had been eating a simple sugar cookie, sipping away at the warm, creamy liquid that was too inviting to resist in your mug. “You,” he mumbled quietly, narrowing his eyes as he sat down next to you as if he were analyzing you. “How nice to meet you, Newton,” you smiled, the same glint in your eyes as you put a hand up to shake his own hand. He did so slowly, before taking a sip from his own mug.

“I was thinking that tonight, once we were all introduced, Y/N here could show us her skills in French. I’ve heard your fluent! I figured no tutoring tonight, just a bit of introduction and such, is that okay with you dear?” Mrs. Issaics asked, a hand resting over your wrist as she smiled at you an then glanced at Newt. Newt shrugged and you nodded polietly. “Yes, of course. And actually, ma’am, I am fluent in 4 languages and am learning my 5th,” you responded kindly to the woman. You felt the need and desire to impress her, to gain her acceptance, and you quickly did. “Oh! How amazing!” she gasped, amazed by the statement. Newt choked on his drink, sputtering for a moment. “Fifth?!” he asked incredulously and you simply nodded, throwing him a lopsided grin as your response.

After only an hour, you were headed home. Your mugs were empty, most of the cookies had been eaten, and you had learned enough interesting facts about the Issaics family for the night. Mr. Issaics told you about his travels and how he himself knew two languages, Mrs. Issaics discussed her work and how Mr. Blackburn’s wife had suggested you per the eager recommendation of her husband, and Newt... well, he was quietly mostly. You got to know them a bit, discussed meeting times, materials needed, and the best way to approach the need for studying and learning the language.

By the end of the night, you had an ‘appointment’ with Newt tomorrow at 3 o’clock that evening. You slipped the jacket onto his lap before leaving, smiling at him, throwing a silent thank you at him before leaving through the door. As you got back into your car, after shooting a text to your mother to let her know that you were leaving now and would see her soon, you couldn’t help but grin widely. Newt intrigued you. In a way, you thought that fate was a cruel person who had a weird sense of humor. But then you decided that the world was just an unexplainable place that made you tutor the boys who spilled milkshakes on your favorite band tank tops at your favorite ice cream parlor.

You were oddly for tomorrow. And as you climbed into bed, you hummed in a soft contentedness as you curled into your sheet. I’m going to teach that boy French if it’s the last thing I do, you decided before drifting off to sleep. And you were not easily led astray from things you committ to.

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