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Play me something?
Newt x masc!reader
Set during tmr (movieverse)
Summary: reader is a good singer but also an awkward mess and Newt is just gay panicking over voice cracks (Thomas is a little shit who somehow snuck a whole ass guitar in the Box. Just go with it)
Warnings: none really, language
"Thomas, what are you doing?" hisses Teresa.
"Relax, it'll be fun. God knows they need a little happiness in there these days." He lifts a blanket from a crate of tools and covers the guitar.
"You're gonna get caught."
"It's fine, there's technically no rules for this." Thomas shrugs with a grin, and Teresa rolls her eyes.
⭒----⭒
"Hey, what's that?" Gally whips the cover off a weirdly shaped item.
"A guitar?" you say in surprise as the instrument is revealed.
"Nice," comments Winston, jumping in to grab it from Gally. "Who plays?" he asks, holding it aloft.
You press your lips together nervously. You've got a weird feeling; something in you just knows that you could play.
Minho nudges you with his arm, raising his eyebrows; he knows your expressions too well.
You shake your head furiously as he opens his mouth to give you up.
No way you're playing in front of this whole crowd.
"What's goin' on?"
You're distracted from Minho's antics as Newt returns, having settled the Greenie wherever he needs to be.
Your heart quickens as he brushes your arm, standing just a little too close as he watches Ben strum out some discordant chords.
Pull yourself together, he's literally just standing next to you.
"Shucking hell, they gave us a guitar? Weird. Either of you play?" asks Newt, turning to you and Minho.
"Well, I don't... but you know who might..." starts Minho with a shark's grin.
"We've got to go on our run," you interrupt, stomping on his foot before grabbing his arm and shoving him away.
"Oh, uh- okay," says Newt, looking slightly confused.
"You alright there?" you ask. He seems a little put out.
"Oh, yeah, fine. I just thought you had the morning off."
"Oh." A beat passes. "I'm on the early run today," you clarify.
"Right."
The silence stretches, until you awkwardly turn away. "Okay, I'm gonna go now."
"Yeah, see ya." He nods and smiles as though that exchange wasn't completely excruciating.
You turn and see Minho leaning on a wall, facing you with a teasing grin.
"Newtie-boy missin' your company?"
You roll your eyes, flipping him off as you step into the Maze.
"I'm praying for a Griever," you mutter.
Minho's laugh rings out behind you as you start off towards Section 3.
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"Alright, I wrestled it away from Ben. He sounds like actual shit, by the way." Minho walks into the Runners hut holding the guitar.
"I'm not playing," you say flatly, turning back to the Map.
"Come on," he whines. "Promise I won't tell anyone else 'till you're ready. Just play one song."
"Why?" you ask sceptically.
"I'm just curious!" he insists. "Go on, Y/n." He forces the guitar into your hands.
"Fine." You bite your lip apprehensively as your fingers find the notes, purely through muscle memory. "Just one song," you say, flicking your eyes up to Minho.
"Yep," he nods.
You start strumming lightly with your hand, picking up the pace and volume as you gain confidence. Hey, it doesn't sound too bad.
You close your eyes as you start singing nervously. It's a little shaky, but you get through the whole song.
When you finish, you open your eyes and turn to Minho worriedly.
"Well?"
"Dude. What the fuck."
"What?" Shuck, were you that bad?
"That was shuckin' amazing!" exclaims Minho incredulously.
"Oh." You fumble for words, pushing down the fluttering in your stomach as you try not to dance happily.
"Your surprise is a little insulting," you deadpan instead.
"Seriously, Y/n. Your voice is insane. You're really good."
"Really?" you say, giving in to your impulse to smile widely, bouncing on your feet.
"Honest, man. Hey, you have to play for other people."
"I- Actually?"
"Hell yes, they've got to hear this. Shucking hell. Play another one."
"Okay," you say, feeling hyped up now.
"Hey, oh!" Greg and Tim, another two Runners, walk in. "Y/n's got the guitar!"
"Go on, play something for us," encourages Tim.
Minho gives you a supportive grin, and you decide shuck it.
Your hands return to the strings, and you start singing again.
⭒----⭒
It becomes a daily occurrence.
Minho will come in after a run and hand you the guitar. "Play something, Y/n."
The Runners will get bored of mapwork and ask you to play a song.
You play for Frypan too, and Gally.
You even sing one for Alby, which was insane but cool.
It's been really fun, actually, and you start feeling yourself get more comfortable and confident, happy to play for almost anyone now.
...Except for one awkward moment.
You're strumming the intro to a song in the Council Hall with Minho and Chuck, when Newt walks in.
His voice floats in from the door. "Council meeting in 10 minutes," he announces.
You stop playing immediately, hand dropping from the strings as you freeze.
"Hey, finish your song though," he says, grinning at you. "It sounds good so far."
"Uh- that was the end," you lie, setting the guitar to the side. "We'll clear out for the meeting," you say, taking Chuck's arm and heading out.
The door swings shut behind you, and Newt turns to Minho, blinking confusedly.
Minho groans, dropping his face into his hands.
"Did I... do something to him?" asks Newt.
"Oh, you do a lot to him," mutters Minho.
"What?"
"Nothing. Let's just get this meeting going."
⭒----⭒
After that embarrassment, you avoid Newt for a while.
Honestly, this crush is getting in the way of your friendship.
You used to just act normal and easy around Newt, comfortable in your relationship.
You loved spending time with him, having conversations that flowed for hours and laughing together during card games from the pack the Creators sent up.
Sure, you always liked him a little, but you could deal with a minor attraction.
But then Gally, of all people, sat you down and had a proper chat with you, and you'd realised that your tiny attraction was a full-blown crush.
Unfortunately, this means you're now always flustered around him, trying not to make a fool of yourself or show that you're head over heels for him.
Great.
⭒----⭒
With you holding back on your interactions with Newt, the boy is starving for your attention.
Completely unbeknownst to you, of course.
He walks up to the Runners' hut one day, looking for you, and freezes when he hears your voice.
You're messing around since it's just a chill day, playing and singing half to yourself while Minho maps out the day's route.
But for Newt, it's the first time he's heard your singing voice.
It's warm and husky and a little rough, but it's the best thing he's ever heard.
He's standing outside the hut, invisible to you, so you obviously don't see his reaction when your voice cracks.
Shucking hell, you're actually giving him a heart attack.
Inside, you roll your eyes as Minho snorts at your cracking, unpractised voice.
You don't notice Newt's silent (gay) panic as his stomach flips turbulently from the voice crack.
What the fuck.
He's actually spinning out right now.
He's silently combusting outside the hut, until he hears Minho say something to you. "Hang on, I'll be back in a minute," and then footsteps sound towards the door.
Newt doesn't move as Minho steps out and sees him.
"Shuck," mutters Minho, grabbing Newt by the elbow and dragging him away.
⭒----⭒
"Newt," moans Minho, slouched back on a chair in the Council Hall. "This has been happening for months. Can you just tell him how you feel already? It's not funny anymore, it's just sad."
"His voice," says Newt.
"I know, I know. It's amazing, and you're wonderstruck, and in love, and somehow turned on by the voice crack."
"The voice crack," repeats Newt.
"God," says Minho, close to banging his head against a wall. "Just tell him, please."
"I can't," groans Newt, tugging on his hair. "Haven't you seen how he's been acting around me lately? I stuffed something up, obviously."
Minho rolls his eyes. "He's just nervous cause he likes you too, for shuck's sake. It's not that deep."
"I don't know."
"Okay, if I can confirm it for you, will you please ask him out?"
"I mean, I guess..."
"Great," says Minho, standing up. "Gimme like two seconds."
⭒----⭒
"Hey, Y/n, can I ask you something?" asks Minho, coming back into the hut.
You're oblivious to what just happened.
"Sure," you respond, fingers absentmindedly strumming a few chords.
"Why don't you play for Newt?"
You pause.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, don't bother with that. You know I know you've got a massive crush on the guy, just admit it already."
There's no point, you decide.
"Fine. I like him. And I'm nervous to play for him."
"Why?"
"Cause it maybe you're all just way too supportive, and I actually suck. Or maybe I'll mess up, cause he'll be watching. Or I could, you know, die. Should I go on?"
"Y/n," says Minho exasperatedly. "You could be the worst singer in the world, and he'd still be genuinely applauding at the end."
"He is gone for you. He's just marginally better at hiding it. Trust me."
Then he says, "Wait here," and leaves.
⭒----⭒
Minho returns quickly, dragging a certain blonde boy behind him, who protests weakly on the way to the hut.
"Y/n," calls Minho. "Newt has something to tell you."
He shoves Newt in and walks out, shutting the door behind him.
"Uh," starts Newt. "Hi."
You blink at him. "...hi?"
"Shuck, okay. So Minho, actually, forget Minho. I wanted to tell you something."
"What is it?" you ask, setting the guitar down beside you.
"I like you. As in, I like you a lot. Meaning, I like you so damn much I have to stop myself from kissing you every time I see you."
"Oh."
Newt winces. "That last part wasn't supposed to come out."
"I don't know," you say, a grin spreading across your face. "I liked the sound of it."
Newt's eyes jump to your face, before he steps forward, closing the distance between you and capturing your lips.
You kiss back immediately, unable to stop smiling into the kiss.
"I like you too," you say as you break for air.
Newt laughs. "I'd hoped so."
Then his eyes fall on the guitar, leaning on the table beside you.
"Play me something?"
You smile and pick up the guitar, fingers settling on the frets as usual.
Then you pause. "Would a romantic song be too much right now?"
Newt grins in response, blushing slightly. "Of course not."
Voice cracks are attractive y'all
Hope you enjoyed my first masc!reader post, please give me feedback if anything needs to be changed
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Maroon
Maroon is looking back on her relationship with Harry in a linear way. It was the surprise song 26 May, 2023, the first show after 20 May.
'Red'...
Taylor wrote 10 of the final 30 Red TV tracks after Harry entered the chat in March. @taylor-on-your-dash has this Making of Red post which shows it was complete 4 months after they met, it's release was 7 months after 'The Very First Night'.
It is wild to me that people say Red can't be Haylor but 1989 was inspired by a '3 month relationship', yet Reputation is about Joe, who she started dating 5 months before it's release, Rep was mostly done by then. Rep's vault tracks will surprise some more than 1989's did!
All this is to say, we know Maroon is Haylor because it is not filled with All Too Well rage and the title references Red. The Lyric Video also includes a pink/maroon sunset, which similar to sunsets referenced in Cruel Summer, INTHAF and Slut!
Lyrics
When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
'Cause we lost track of time again
Laughing with my feet in your lap
Like you were my closest friend
"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say
"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"
I see you every day now
The first verse remembers the start
Harry's unreleased track, Hunger, is similar in meaning to Maroon. It opens with a similar line "Candles burned down to the floor." New Years Day also includes Candle wax on the hardwood floors.' Finally, Taylor included the incense in the lyric and music videos for Lavender Haze.
The first verse is very 1989 feeling, they sound young, hanging out and enjoying each others company. The room mate is most likely Ben Winston, he stayed with Ben while dating Taylor and renovating his current house. some of the This is Us Harry scenes were shot there.
And I chose you
The one I was dancin' with
In New York, no shoes
Looked up at the sky and it was
Harry and Taylor danced with no shoes in New York after 1D's first Madison Square Garden performance 4 December 2012. Taylor is looking up to the sky in the photo of Harry lifting her.
Harry also mentioned barefeet in the leaked Trouble "And we could take this anywhere / Cause were we’re going / We don’t need no shoes" Trouble was leaked 20 April 22, 6 months before Midnights.
The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was
The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones
The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon
This verse remembers a passionate fight, like the album Red Taylor described the emotions from that period as red, and later on Lover as Golden. The wine stained dress or shirt here is also in:
Olivia “This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love”
Clean “you're still all over me like a wine stained dress i can't wear anymore"
Blood rushing to cheeks is blushing, in Gold Rush Taylor also referenced this "I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush"
The mark on Taylors collarbone may be the possible hickey here, from the night before she left the Virgin isles.
Rust growing between telephones indicates they stopped calling, Harry also references this in From the Dining Table “Even my phone misses your call, by the way”
When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
Sobbin' with your head in your hands
Ain't that the way shit always ends?
You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway
Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us
I feel you no matter what
The rubies that I gave up
This verse is the aftermath of the fight in the one before, with apology flowers, not talking and paying for it.
Harry cries with his head in his hands
Now that we don't talk and Afterglow "I lived like an island, punished you in silence" also refer to silence/not speaking
'The rubies I gave up' to me is treasure, rubies being the red theme. To me this is in the Pay for it' Haylor theme, however Taylor has referred to her friends as Junior Jewels in YBTM, she may have she lost friends in the break up.
Standin Hollow-eyed in the Hallway refers to the Hallway theme
The carnations not roses means they were plagued by things going wrong. Harry referenced the Carnations in the Satellite MV:
And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)x2
The outtro is after some time has passed, she wakes from an adult dream remembering her lost muse. Taylor and Harry have a surprising number of songs about this:
Wildest Dreams (Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha) / Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha / You'll see me in hindsight / Tangled up with you all night
Ready for it...? In the middle of the night, in my dreams (my dreams) You should see the things we do (we do), baby (baby, mmm, eh)
Little Freak - "You bring blue lights to dreams" and "A wet dream just dangling"
Cruel Summer "Fever dream high in the quiet of the night / You know that I caught it"
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The lyric in Maroon, "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how", may actually confirm that Ben Winston was telling the truth in this story… 👀
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anyways remember when dan wootton spewed his same sorry shit about 1D on the night of their last show of OTRA and ben winston called his ass out for it on twitter and he got his feelings so badly hurt that he blocked ben immediately which led to ben making fun of him for blocking him like a crybaby and it was the one and only time the fandom has ever sided with ben winston?
#when will dan wootton *** actually x#remember in 2017 when he cornered harry into sexuality questions and wouldn’t let up on it before trying to use that one part of his#interview to promote his gross ass article?#he’s a flaming pile of dog shit but that’s okay everyone knows it
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Grey's Anatomy: I Carry Your Heart (20x09)
Nick is so annoyingggg. This episode was full of multiple little irritants, to be honest.
Cons:
Like, look, I understand that Meredith is being a bad girlfriend to him, I do understand that. But Nick is still the most boring man ever invented for TV so it's hard for me to be invested in Meredith's love life with him. So when she's being dismissive and not prioritizing him, I'm like... so? Good for you. Leave his ass, Meredith, he's so generic I couldn't pick him out of a line-up. So I'm not invested on whether Nick decides to stick it out or not. I don't even know if I buy that Meredith would care that much if he suddenly vanished in a puff of smoke.
Link and Jo also suck in this episode! Their petty little fight over a patient just re-emphasized how uninteresting I find their romance. When they're happy, they're bland and forced. When they're snipping at each other, I just wish Alex Karev would barge into the room and take Jo back to run off with him so they can be happy. I've loved Jo for so long as a character but to be honest, with the news of Schmitt and Yasuda leaving next season, I'd swap Jo and Link for them in a heartbeat.
I was glad to see Maggie but she felt a little wasted in this episode? She and Winston have the awkward tension of near-divorce while still obviously caring about each other, and honestly it just bums me out again that they didn't make it work. They should have become another Bailey and Ben, where Winston is a character on the show and Maggie is just... off-camera, still his wife, still being a bad-ass surgeon somewhere. But they wanted to keep Winston in the pool for romance plot lines, so instead we've got this bummer divorce after some honest character assassination of Maggie to get there. I don't know. Seeing her should have been fun, but mostly I'm just bummed.
And Winston and Maggie's scenes together made me feel that spark, that connection, much more so than Winston and... Monica?? How dare. I wish Winston had just made a stupid decision and kissed Maggie when she'd tried to start something. But instead we get this frankly out of left field development with Monica. I get it, they're both just divorced and they're making a stupid rash decision. But this is just gonna make Amelia sad, and I don't like when Amelia is sad! Come on, Grey's.
Yasuda and Helm breaking up makes sense I guess, but I'm just sad that we didn't actually get to spend more time with these characters. This show has never known what to do with Helm, and now Mika is leaving next season, and it's just a bummer all around.
Adams is brooding personified. He finds out he might need to repeat his intern year, and he mopes about it. He's weird about Simone, who has no idea why. He gets offered a job, and now next week we're going to have to hear him agonize about that decision. He'll probably ultimately choose to stay, right? I'm bored. He should leave with Maggie, maybe that means Yasuda and Levi could stay instead.
Pros:
I was right that Owen and Teddy having drama about the secret funding would be annoying, but it was actually not that annoying, and Teddy getting fired is drama I like better for them as a couple, honestly? Their careers have been so messy and they've been through so many ups and downs, I could see being okay with a plot line where Teddy has to figure out what's next for her personally, with Owen's support. I've got my fingers crossed that this won't be too much of an irritant next season.
Kwan and Jules are great, I actually feel more and more invested in them, they're pretty much the only relationship on this show I feel fully excited about. Confirmation that Jules is queer was much appreciated, also. I think seeing them two of them talk and flirt kind of antagonistically and then hook up, do the pillow talk thing, it's all emphasizing why the Simone/Adams romance doesn't work. All we get with those two is the fraught angst of their complicated relationship. with Jules and Kwan, we see the back and forth, the hook-ups and then cutting themselves off before they can really be vulnerable, we get all that drama, but we also see them just... talk to each other? Enjoy each other's company, listen to each other talk? They have an actual foundation I believe in, so the fraught uncertainty of how they'll end up actually carries weight. I'm invested in seeing them together, because I know what that might look like, and it looks happy and fun and good.
Amelia and Meredith's Alzheimer's breakthrough is super interesting! I love how Amelia brought Derek into it, talking about how his contributions will be erased by their progress. Meredith feels that too, but she's also thinking of her mom. I love this connection for them, I love the Derek mentions. I want Meredith's recurring character moments on the show to be about this, not about Nick! My vendetta against Catherine Fox is still going strong, so I do wonder what I'll think of how that story develops as we move forward...
I got super emotional about the patient stories in this episode, the heart transplant stuff! You've got the couple who just moved in together, with the guy needing another heart transplant after the first one is failing. Then you've got the young man who gets a new heart and lungs. Turns out his heart is viable for the other guy, even though it wasn't viable for him anymore... slightly confused about logistics here but sure. In the end, both patients are successfully saved with the magic of organ donation, and the one guy's boyfriend tearfully hugs the parents of the younger guy. It was such a powerful beautiful moment that really made me tear up. Now that couple doesn't have to rush the wedding, they can take their time!
Looking back at the bulk of this episode, I'm annoyed with pretty much all the romantic drama in the show right now. And this is Grey's Anatomy, so that's kind of... most of the show. That said, there were still plenty of elements here I'm invested in, and that will always remain true! (What's with Jo collapsing in the promo for next week? That doesn't look good!)
7/10
#review#grey's anatomy#grey's anatomy review#greys anatomy#greys anatomy review#grey's abc#greys abc
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This vid of harry is resurfacing again where he throws a Palestinian flag that he caught on stage, after looking at it. This was sometime in 2022 on tour. and I feel weird now sigh. That led to me digging stuff up, and some articles (not click bait, but actual credible sites) hint at his pro-Israeli stance given his association with Ben Winston, who’s an out and out zio. Idk if I think of harry as king material now sigh.
more proof we can’t trust celebrities to know right from their head being up their ass!
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CHAPTER THREE, Growing Closer
Day Four-Five, Saturday-Sunday
The weekend, thankfully, was a lot more fun and less fear-inducing than Friday had been. Thankfully Gally and Ben had gotten your mind off of the ending of the Slicer’s job so you hadn’t even had to think about it very long. At one point before bed the following night, Winston approached you in the darkness and apologized for scaring and pranking you, realizing how much of an ass he really had been. He tried to explain to you that these were just things that had always happened often, with every Greenie that came up, but that perhaps it was time to rethink their ways. They came up with those when all the people that lived there were teenage boys, and they were becoming adults now. You quietly agreed, and that had been the end of that.
Newt and Thomas had let you sleep in the next day, but you met up with the both of them at breakfast before Thomas had managed to sneak off to his job. You gave Thomas a hug goodbye before meeting Newt’s grin with your own.
“Ready for a day of farming, TrackHoe?”
“I feel like I should be calling you that,” You respond, walking alongside him and knocking your shoulder against his. “This is your job after all, we don’t even know if this’ll be what I do for the rest of the time.”
“Highly likely,” Newt inserted quickly, then when you met eyes the both of you burst out laughing.
“Oh? And why is that? Because you work over here?”
“Yep,” Newt nods, popping the ‘p’ and causing you to laugh once more.
“What? Miss me that much Newtie?” You both meet eyes once more and you throw him a casual wink before, promptly, freaking out about it inside your head. ‘A wink? What were you thinking you shank?’
“‘Course, Greenie. Need someone to torment all day.” He swings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in, gently messing with your hair with his other hand. You call out, attempting to pull away, but couldn’t help the laughter that Newt always seems to elicit.
“Alright, lovebirds!” A voice calls out, and you turn to see a blond man with sort of droopy eyes approaching. He looked tired, exhausted maybe, and even the smile stretching across his face didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Enough chit-chat, let’s start work.”
“Oh,” You whispered, turning your head slightly toward Newt so he could hear you better, “I always forget that you’re not the Keeper of the TrackHoes.”
“That’s Zart, but you’ve met him already. He sits with us at our table, hung out with us at the bonfire.”
“He doesn’t talk much, does he?” You finally raise your gaze to his face, though he was staring off at Zart with a smile and a wave.
“Not really,” He takes your hand, pulling you over closer to Zart, “That’s probably why you forgot him.”
“So I figured I’d be the ‘Good Guy’ of the Glade and let Newt partner with you on your first day,” Zart finally says as you both get within a few feet. “I know it’s usually customary to partner you up with someone you don’t know so you can get to know the rest of the Gladers and whatnot, but I know Newt’s been itching to spend some time with you-”
He’s interrupted as Newt roughly pushes his shoulder, causing Zart to laugh loudly and duck away from him. “He’s kidding,” Newt says pointedly, not quite meeting your eyes.
“Really not though,” Zart admits with a grin, jogging back a few steps out of safety, “Newt’s usually our hardest worker and yet I can’t seem to get him to pay attention to anything here lately.”
“I’ll keep him on track for you, Zart.” Newt’s head finally shoots toward you and you can feel his gaze burning the side of your face. Zart just laughs incredulously, nodding with an even wider, yet still tired, grin.
“Good! Good, see that you do!”
“You really didn’t have to say all that.”
“Au contrair, I do believe that I did.”
“You’re egging it on,” Newt mumbled, grabbing your elbow and directing you toward the farther rows nearby the wall. “Everyone keeps poking fun, and even you are egging it on.”
“And what exactly is everyone poking fun at?” You raise your eyebrows at him as you finally arrive, following him to the end of the row. “The fact that we’re friends? Is that so horrible, to be associated with the new Greenie?”
“That’s absolutely not what they’re poking fun about.” He turns around and places a bucket against your chest with a smirk, waiting for you to grab hold of it before letting go. “Let’s start picking berries.”
The day was full and happy, the heat of the sun warming your back as you danced around your aisles of farmyard. You don’t ever remember giggling so much, though granted you don’t remember much at all. You would love to say you were productive, but at one point a lot of the berries you and Newt picked ended up being used as ammo for a war- thrown back and forth at each other while ducking between bushes strung up with pikes in the ground. You ate a few in between shots, enjoying the burst of flavour across your tongue as you do. By the time lunch was called for you, Newt poured his remaining berries into your bucket and your combined efforts just barely managed to fill one bucket. At Zart’s expression and raised eyebrow toward Newt, you slowly got the feeling that this wasn’t a good thing.
Lunch was nice, fresh, and you spent even that time sitting next to Newt and joking around. He began whispering into your ear halfway through after more prodding, telling you who he believed had crushes on who else. Finding out that Holly- the newest Greenie before you- and Frypan had crushes on each other was interesting. She had been leaving the kitchen when Newt pointed it out, and you could see the soft look that she shot back inside the door behind her as she walked off. After asking about her job- Med-Jack- you ask if that’s one of the jobs you would apprentice for. Newt only shook his head, saying that was another job, much like the Runners, that Greenies would have to be approached to join.
Throughout the day Newt was also asking you questions. It seemed that almost every other sentence out of his mouth was another question for you- your favourite colour, your favourite food you’ve tried so far, your favourite job, your favourite person. You hesitated at that last question, the mind immediately drawing up images of both Newt and Thomas, before supplying the answer of, “Oh, well Gally, obviously.” Newt has played at being hurt, then shoved you and you began your bickering once again.
By the end of the day, Zart didn’t even need to break the news to either of you. Newt just took your hand, leading you away toward the kitchen. “Yep,” He began, chuckling under his breath, “Looks like you aren’t going to be chosen to be a TrackHoe.”
“What? Why not?” You couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice, but Newt just gives you a raised eyebrow in response. He begins gathering multiple canteens, filling them with water as you finally sigh and lean against the doorjamb. “No, you’re right. We kinda did just goof off the entire time.”
“If it makes you feel any better,” Newt begins, handing half of the canteens over to you to help carry, “I don’t think it’s anything you did that will keep you from this job. I think that Zart believes you distract me too much.”
“I distract you?” You bite your lip, watching Newt shrug as he fills the rest of the canteens.
“Moreso than any other Greenie I’ve trained.” He takes hold of his handful, turning and leading the way out toward the doors that the Runners had exited through at the beginning of the day. “Don’t let it get to your head.”
“So, what, I’m more fun than the rest of the Glade?”
“I just said not to let it get to your head.” You arrived at the spot Newt wanted to be at, apparently, as he stops his movement and waits. He’s still a good distance from the doors, but you don’t mind his healthy appreciation for the safety that comes from the distance.
“Any compliment from you would go straight to my head anytime,” You argue with a smile, watching Newt’s cheekbones turn a light pink as he turns to face the door. You notice the Runners appear at the end of the hall, jogging closer.
“Was that a compliment, though?” He questions your reasoning, turning to raise an eyebrow at you once again. You could still see the pink on his cheeks, though, which widened your smile. “All I said was that you distracted me.”
“And how exactly do I distract you,” You whisper over, taking a step closer into his bubble and maintaining eye contact. “Newt?”
You watch him swallow roughly, and before your very eyes, his pink cheeks slowly turn darker, more into a red colour. By the time you heard their footsteps getting closer, Newt still hadn’t responded or even acknowledged the Runners’ presence.
“Wow, [Y/N], I think you broke him!” Minho’s laughter drew your attention, and you finally broke eye contact with Newt first to turn and look at him. You hand a canteen to him roughly, watching him stagger backwards while still laughing. Thomas’ eyes seemed locked onto Newt with a sort of confusion you hadn’t seen before- which was odd since Thomas always seemed confused about something. You approached and gently offered a canteen to him, drawing Thomas’ gaze and finally changing that weird expression. He smiled at you, immediately taking the offered item and drinking from it.
Turning back around, you see Newt handing off the rest of his own canteens and patting Runners on the back, telling them ‘Good job’ as they walked off. You waved to Ben as he wandered off, hanging around the three other boys. It was quiet for a moment before Thomas finally cleared his throat, speaking to break the silence.
“So, how was your day?” He dragged the words out a bit, then took another gulp of water as if nervous about something. You grinned up at him, then turned toward Newt.
“It was great! Newt and I got to work together!”
“Goof off together, more like,” Newt mumbled, causing you to laugh again and bump your shoulder against his. “Doubt that Zart will let them back in the TrackHoes.”
“Yeah, bet,” Minho mumbled, and you had to try and smother a smirk while Newt glared at the Keeper.
“Sounds better than yesterday, at least.” At Newt’s pointed look, Thomas seems to immediately regret his choice of words, eyes flying to you in worry. You only furrow your brow and laugh under your breath, shaking your head. Apparently, everyone had heard then, even the people who hadn’t been present in the Glade when it happened. What else were you going to expect, though?
“Definitely better than yesterday,” You admitted softly, smiling toward Thomas gently.
“I’m hungry,” Minho states loudly, turning on the spot and beginning a slow walk to the kitchen. The three of you follow, more because you really had nothing else to do, and you slowly walked next to Thomas, bumping your hand against his gently. When he didn’t pull away after the third time, you reached over and took his hand into yours. Whispering over to him, you try to catch his eyes.
“I’m serious though,” He finally meets your eyes, his own unsure. “I had a great time today. Everyone here is extremely nice to me, and Newt is practically watching over me like I have an axe hanging above my head.” You pull his hand lightly and he tightens his grip in response. “You don’t have to worry about me, Tommy.”
“I’ll worry regardless,” Tommy whispers back, turning his attention back ahead of you. You follow his gaze, Newt leaned in close to whisper something to Minho. “Anytime you’re not in my sight, I’ll worry. Just like I do with Newt.”
“Why me, though?” You finally asked the question that’s been on your mind this whole time, watching Tommy turn astonished eyes toward you. “I’m new here. I’ve barely been here four days and you and Newt seem so attached to me already?”
“Do you not want us to be?”
“No,” You sigh, shaking your head, “I don’t mean to be ungrateful. I’m actually really happy with this turn of events. I-” You hesitate, drawing your eyebrows together in concentration. You tried to figure out a good way to explain, “You both were the first people to really talk to me when I got up here, to show me around and explain things. But besides all that, you both stuck by me and made sure I wasn’t lonely. You paved the way ahead of me and helped me to fit in. You inserted me into your friend group as if I belong there- you do realize all of your friends are the buggin’ leaders of the Glade, right?”
Tommy laughs, and you feel yourself finally relaxing at the sound. He pulls you from your joined hands, your sides meeting as he removes your hands and slings the arm around your shoulders. You walk the remaining distance under his arm, watching ahead of you with a burning feeling on your cheeks. Newt seemed to be arguing something with Minho, who only seemed amused. “Yes, I know that all of my friends are the ‘Big Important People’ of the Glade- and yes, I know that being friends with us is likely drawing unnecessary attention to you. So if you ever want to back away, give us some breathing room and get accustomed to the rest of the Gladers-”
“That is not what I’m saying, Tommy.” You huff, glaring up at his pleased expression. “I have a feeling you knew that anyway.” He raised his one remaining hand in surrender, chuckling lowly.
“Look, I just wanted it out there. If you ever need a break, all you need to do is tell us.”
“I’m sure the shank will need a break from you eventually, Thomas,” Minho calls out, crossing his arms. Newt finally turns, his eyes immediately locking on Tommy’s arm strung across your shoulders. “But if you both don’t hurry up over here and distract Newt from his plans, I’m afraid they’ll need a break from the both of you, and I don’t think I can survive the whining that’d enlist.”
“Plans?” Tommy questions, removing his arm from you and bounding up quickly toward Newt, grinning all the while. “We have plans?”
“Oh great,” Minho mumbles, raising both hands to rub roughly across his face.
“I was just trying to think up ways to convince Zart to put [Y/N] into the Track-Hoes with me- with us again.”
“Good idea, good idea,” Tommy hums, leaning his shoulder against Newt and providing a stable structure for Newt to lean against as well. You watched him unconsciously take the weight off of his bad leg, then wondered how long he had been walking around in pain again. Why doesn’t he ever tell anyone he needs a break?
“You’re at least sensible, I hope?” Minho questions, sliding beside you a nudging your shoulder gently to grab your attention. You smile at him, laughing at his exasperation. The sun bounces off his deep black hair, reflecting heat into your face.
“I would like to think so.” You shrug, and Minho seems to eye you closer before sighing loudly, flopping heavily onto a bench behind him.
“Oh, woe is me!” Minho’s theatrics are loud, drawing the attention of Newt and Tommy from whatever silly plan they began to concoct. “My dearly beloved friends have left me for another! Oh whatever shall I do!”
“Minho,” Newt began, but Minho only stood quickly, raising an arm into the air.
“Oh! Tis an idea, which just struck-eth me!” You giggled at the bombastic man, watching him turn toward you with wide eyes. “If my dearly beloveds have taken notice of such grand beauty,” He waves his arms toward your form, causing your own eyes to widen in disbelief, “Perhaps I, too, shall take notice! Hitherto, my darling, follow me into the brush where we may run amongst the thorns and bramble, climb across the highest peaks until we find that which lays there!”
You were struck silent for a moment too long, Minho jumping forward to place a hand to your chest, another on your back to propel you forward with him. “And what is it we’ll find there?”
“There!” Minho calls out loudly, and you turn in confusion to meet Newt and Tommy’s eyes- both filled with their own astonishment and confusion. “There, we shall find peace! Away from those two! Run!” At this yell, his hands slide from your back and chest to grab your arm closest to him. He pulls you along, and seeing their forms finally jump into action spurs you forward, laughing with Minho. You ran from your favourite boys, alongside this new friend, into the Deadheads. You both try jumping over different obstacles, trying your best to lose the other two.
It was obvious that Tommy could’ve caught up if he really tried to, but then he hung back to stay with Newt when he lagged behind. By the time you reached the far wall, breathless yet laughing, you and Minho finally stop and face each other.
“What the klunk was that?” You were heaving breaths, your sentence barely managing to come out. Minho seemed winded, but not very- which would make sense considering his job.
“That, my friend,” He turned a mischievous grin on you, “Was payback.”
“Payback? For what?”
“For all the buggin’ times Thomas wouldn’t stop going on and on about you.”
“Me?” You lean your back against the wall, placing your hands against your sides and laughing breathlessly again, the chuckles still in your system. “Why for?”
“I don’t know, the man seems obsessed with you since you came up.”
“Him and Newt both,” You acquiesce, and Minho’s eyes immediately shoot to you and study you. You felt over-scrutinized by him, and not just from this one time. It seems he’s always studying you, that behind that boisterous attitude was an intelligent and keen mind that he kept hidden away from view.
“Yeah,” Minho finally agrees, leaning his back against the wall next to you.
“So,” You begin, grinning as you stare into the trees. “Did you think this far ahead? They’ll eventually find us here soon.”
“Eh, just stealing you away for half a second should be enough to strike fear into their hearts.”
“Oh, I don’t know about all that,” You begin, shrugging. “Maybe you should tell me an embarrassing story just to top it off.” Minho barks out a laugh, turning to face you.
“I think I’m starting to like you,” He eyes you once more before eventually saying, “Though if you really do think that me stealing you away like this, even just for a second, isn’t enough to make them panic, then I think you’re underestimating their feelings for you.” You turn a confused expression on him, ready to ask when he interrupts. “But, an embarrassing story sounds even better. Let’s start there.
“So, there was this one day that Newt got sick. I’ll preface this with Newt never gets sick, so everyone was rightly freaking out. Thomas especially, of course.” You wanted to ask why that was ‘of course,’ but Minho just ploughed ahead with the story. “Well, Clint found some old cold medicine that the Creators had sent up at some point. Thinking that Newt was pretty bad along, they gave it to him.
“The medicine worked- thankfully- but it also had an added side effect. Newt turned delirious, and started wandering around the Glade mumbling about the weirdest things anyone had ever heard of. He told Zart he wanted to paint flowers on the wall near the farmlands to encourage the plants to grow. He asked Gally to help him dig a hole next to the Box, hoping that it would reveal a staircase down to the Creators- get this, though. He only wanted the stairs so he could ask the Creators if they would ever send rain.
“Thomas took the day off Running to take care of Newt, and I had the day off just ‘cause it was a Sunday. I watched the entire thing- really was brilliant. Newt ended up crying against Thomas’ shoulder because ‘If the sky isn’t going to pour water down on you, I’ll do it myself!’” Minho tried to copy Newt’s accent- failing miserably- and you laughed out loud at the sound. Minho laughs along with you, eventually continuing his story. “Thomas tried everything to get him to stop! Eventually, when he asked why, Newt said that Thomas was just too hot and needed to cool down.” You laughed louder, raising a hand to cover your mouth as you watched on in disbelief. “Yeah, that!” Minho points at you, his grin growing, “That’s the face I made too!”
“There’s no way this happened!”
“Absolutely did!” He laughed again, reaching a hand out to your shoulder. “Oh, but it gets better.”
“No-”
“Yes! So he approached Alby next, right? He already knew that Newt was sick and whatnot, but had been too busy covering for his ass that he didn’t know that Newt took that funky medicine, right? So Newt comes running right up to him- I mean barreling forward, unable to stop type running. Alby catches him before he can fall, and Newt calls out ‘My hero! My saviour!’ Everyone is looking at the point, and Alby stands Newt back up only for Newt to look at him and quickly retch, then say, ‘You’re not my Tommy!’ and then run off to, presumably, find Thomas.”
“Oh my goodness, does Tommy know about that?” Your eyes were wide in disbelief, and Minho hesitates in his answer, but eventually laughs and shakes his head.
“The rest, sure. But not that part. No one ended up telling him, I don’t think.” You shake your head again, turning to see Tommy walk past a tree and shoot his head in your direction, a smile lighting up his face. “Also, to top all of this off, Newt remembers every single embarrassing thing he did that day.”
“Oh, wonderful,” You mumble, trying desperately to come up with a way to tease him about it. Tommy eventually takes Newt’s hand, pulling him in your direction like a puppy dog pulling against a leash.
“You can’t just run off like that!” Newt calls out, breathless, as he gets closer. “The Deadheads are dangerous, you know.”
“The only thing dangerous is outside these walls, Newt, and you know it.” Newt glares at Minho’s response, and Tommy finally pulls free and runs up to you, grabbing hold and pulling you into a tight hug. Backing up just as quickly, he begins to scan your form.
“Are you hurt? Did Minho do anything to you?” He grabs the tops of your arms with both hands, ducking his head to lock eyes with you. “If he said something to you then you can tell us.” You laugh at his seriousness, shaking your head.
“I assure you Tommy, he only told me what I wanted to hear.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Newt huffs angrily, shoving Minho’s shoulder and causing the man to laugh. “What’d you tell them?”
“Oh, just a funny little story.”
“What story,” Tommy began, turning to ask Minho when Newt’s eyes widened, pushing him with both hands this time.
“You did not tell them what I think you-”
“I did!” Minho yelled out after keeping his footing, an evil grin lighting up his face. “And there’s nothing you can do about it!” He exaggerates a laugh before running off into the Deadheads once more, leaving Newt there with wide eyes and a terrified expression.
“It’s really not that bad, Newt-” You begin, and he just shakes his head. Tommy takes a step forward toward him, standing between the both of you.
“What’d he tell them?” He turns to you now, his head tilting, “What did he tell you?”
“Just a funny story about some medicine.” You watched Newt’s shoulders relax slowly as if coming to the realization that it was a harmless story. “Newt?” He finally lifts his gaze, meeting yours. His mouth twitches in a smile, and he approaches with a shrug.
“Don’t worry about it, Tommy.”
“Well, now I’m curious!”
“I asked Minho to tell me an embarrassing story,” You told Thomas, grinning at his fearful expression. “He tried to, but I don’t think that story was quite embarrassing enough. Why, do you have a better one?”
“Don’t fall for it, Tommy.” Newt was grinning fully now, raising an arm to rest against Thomas’ shoulder and leaning against him. “They’re just trying to learn all of our dirty little secrets now.”
“Oh,” You drew it out, unable to keep your grin from growing, “You have dirty little secrets? How scandalous.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Sunday’s morning was dark when you were woken up. It wasn’t the familiar face of Newt or Tommy above you- or even Minho- and instead was Frypan who smiled above you. “You’re a cook today. Which means you get up with me before everyone, even the Runners, so we can cook the early risers breakfast.” You nodded blearily, willing to agree to anything since you were barely awake, to begin with. You slipped your shoes back on, standing wobbly before picking your way through the ground littered with bodies.
The kitchen was hard to see when you first walked in, but Frypan easily navigated his way to the middle of the room and lit a match, sliding it into a lantern. From there, the room was lit enough for you to traverse without injuring yourself, and you just began doing whatever busywork Frypan called over to you. You were cracking eggs into a pitcher, stirring the yolks into the whites and stirring even more after Frypan added spices to the mix.
You had to admit, the smell was much better than your time working with the Sloppers. You couldn’t help but feel like the roof over your head would feel nicer on your skin than working the fields all day, and having the already-dead meats in the room was far preferable to having to kill them yourself. Frypan eyed you as you worked, inserting his opinion or advice anytime you hesitated or made a small mistake. He was easy-going the entire time, gentle with his admonishments. You would apologize, and then the both of you would carry on after. Things were easy here.
When a knock was heard you jumped, turning to watch Frypan approach the closed shutters and promptly push one open. “Ah, Minho, you’re early this morning.”
“Their freaking out woke me,” Minho grumbled, obviously not a morning person.
“Thomas and Newt?” For some reason, Frypan’s question almost sounded like he knew the answer already anyway.
“They weren’t there when Newt woke up so he shook ‘Tommy’ awake immediately and promptly began freaking out. Thomas did as well, of course. They would only shut up after I threw my pillow at them and kindly reminded them that Greenie was a Cook with you today.”
“Yeah, kindly,” Frypan scoffed out, handing a bowl through the window toward Minho. The man, in response, pressed his hands together and bowed to Frypan in thanks, causing the man to laugh. “Stop buggin’ around and take the bowl.”
“I was thanking you!” Minho complained, taking the offered food with a smirk, “The nerve!” you laughed where you stood watching, causing Fry to glance over toward you as if remembering you were there.
“Here,” Frypan waved you over, and you met up with him at the window. “I’ll be periodically filling up this large basin with more of the breakfast scramble, just use this ladle and fill up a bowl when someone comes to the window. Easy job.”
“No problem! You can count on me!” You grin at him, hearing him chuckle before he finally backs away. The sound of sizzling could be heard behind you once more, indicating Frypan went back to cooking the eggs you had stirred up for him.
“Hey, [Y/N].” You smile up at Newt, grabbing a bowl and shovelling some scramble into it for him. “How’s the early morning treating ya?”
“Good so far, though I think I’m only just starting to wake up.” As you hand the bowl over to him, you lean forward and stage whisper, “But don’t tell Frypan that.”
“Your secret’s safe with me,” Newt whispers back, chuckling at your antics. You couldn’t help but feel warmed by the sound, smiling and leaning back to grab another bowl. You raise the next one up, smiling up at Thomas.
“Today will be a good day, don’t worry.” He smiled, leaning against the window after taking the bowl from you. “Frypan is a fantastic guy, really. You can count on him.”
“Glowing endorsements, coming from you Tommy.” You smiled up at him as he straightened out, clearing his throat. Newt takes Tommy’s elbow gently, manoeuvring him away from the line. You begin the rest of your shift handing out bowls until the rest of the early risers are eating their breakfast. Frypan spoons a bowl for you and hands it over, explaining that you can eat between people. You’re basically just standing there the entire time waiting to hand food out, so you had plenty of time to scarf down your own bowl. For some reason, the food didn’t taste as good when you were around while it was being made.
You found out after breakfast finished being served that both Minho and Newt had their days off today. Out of the window you stood at while chopping potatoes, multiple times, you could see Minho trying to convince Newt to walk away from where he was heading in the direction of the kitchen. You wondered if he had wanted to come to visit you, but every time Minho managed to convince him away so you were never able to find out. Frypan kept walking up alongside you, nudging you to keep up your chore. You didn’t even realize you kept stopping every time you saw Newt, not until Frypan had begged you to continue after the fifth time.
Once lunch hit, it was much of the same as breakfast. You had your own plate you were eating off of every other second, handing out plates to the rest of the Gladers. Lunch was a bit more difficult to prepare, admittedly, as there were multiple different things that went on the plates this time, but Frypan stood to the side building half of the plate before handing it to you to finish and hand out. With how busy you were trying to get it all sent out correctly, you barely had time to even register that Newt and Tommy went through the line before a new person was showing up for their own plate.
It was after lunch when you really started to get on Frypan’s nerves. You were in the process of washing the plates in front of the opened shutters when Newt leans against your window, grinning up at you. “You didn’t even ask how my day has been earlier.”
“Why would I ask that?” You look up and meet his eyes, grinning alongside him. “I already know how it went. You and Minho share a day off, and he’s spent every waking moment trying to keep you away from me.” Newt seems startled for a second before straightening out, clearing his throat. He opened his mouth for a rebuttal before you laugh, cutting him off. “Joking, obviously. But I was so busy during lunch handing out all those plates I barely even had enough time to breathe, let alone ask you how you were.”
“Obviously,” Newt muttered to himself, crossing his arms and leaning forward once again. “That’s not good, [Y/N]. You should tell Frypan to give you a break.”
“They’ve taken enough breaks throughout the day,” Fry calls from the back, and you startle so hard you drop the plate you were washing into the sink, quickly reaching down to grab it once more. “In fact, I think you’ve distracted them enough for one day.” Frypan began to walk over, waving a dishtowel at Newt’s face to get him to back up.
“Enough for- but I just got here!”
“And now you’re just leaving,” Fry enunciates, reaching past you to grab hold of the shutters and close them in front of you. “I’d usually leave them open longer for the sunlight, but you tend to get distracted easily.”
“I don’t!” You try to defend yourself, but Fry only raises his eyebrows at you in disbelief. “Really!”
“I’d believe that if I hadn’t seen you staring at Newt literally all day.”
“Okay, well maybe not with him around. But I really am a good worker!”
“We’ll see. Here, chop these onions.”
You had to keep walking away from your cutting board every few minutes to let your eyes air out as you performed your task. The number of onions Fry wanted to be cut up was insane, but you half suspected he didn’t even need that many chopped up. Maybe he was just giving you busy work at this point? When your pile eventually dwindled down and disappeared, you turned to Fry with red, running eyes. “Break?”
“Yeah, go ahead. Step outside and get those fumes out of your eyes.”
You practically ran outside at his consent, and rub at your eyes having already washed them after finishing. You sniff loudly, chuckling under your breath as you rub harder at your eyes. Opening them wide, then blinking a few times, you finally notice a man standing right in front of you. Minho, actually.
“Are you okay?” There was that accented voice, and you turned to your left to notice Newt standing close by, a distraught expression on his face.
“Yeah,” You choke up, laughing. He tilts his head slightly, waiting, and you continue, “He had me chopping up onions since I finished the dishes. My eyes are protesting.”
“Ah, nice. Those onions are great in anything.” You shoot a lighthearted glare at Minho, feeling Newt gently lay a hand against your arm.
“I’m glad you’re okay then.” His voice was quiet, and you just laugh again, shaking your head.
“This is your fault, I hope you know. That was an absurd amount of onions- I think he was punishing me!”
“Fry doesn’t punish people,” Newt responds quietly, laughing at the idea.
“Punishing you for what?”
“Staring at the both of you all morning.” Minho only barks a laugh, dragging a hand across his face, while Newt reverts back to being confused.
“Staring at us?”
“I kept seeing the both of you walk back and forth all morning. Then, when you came up after lunch to chat with me, I think Fry finally snapped.”
“Yeah, he did push me away like immediately.”
“Exactly! So, this,” You waved a finger toward your red eyes, blinking some more at the pain stabbing your eyes, “This is all your fault.” Newt finally loosens up, chuckling as he reaches for the bag slung over his shoulder.
“Here, one second.” He pulls a strip of cloth from the bag and his canteen, soaking the cloth and squeezing it out before waving it around in the air. “Close your eyes.” You follow his orders easily, waiting. You feel the cold press of the cloth against your eyes, raising your hands to hold it there. The cloth began to cool the burning itch behind your eyelids, sighing out in relief.
“Thanks, Newt.”
“No problem at all,” He mumbles, and while he was no longer holding the cloth anymore, you could still feel him nearby as his clothes brushed against your arm.
“Get a room you two!”
“Oh slim it, Minho,” Newt throws out quickly, and you couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbles up.
“I’ve been keeping you busy all day and this is the thanks I get!”
“I’ve told you already, you don’t need to be keeping me busy!”
“And you don’t need to be checking in with Frypan every ten minutes!”
“The only reason I kept trying every ten minutes is because you didn’t let me do it once.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that the reason?”
“Yes, that’s the reason.”
“Ok. Then go check on him now.”
The boys fell silent around you, and you tried your best to hold back your next laugh but failed miserably. You were trying to quiet your chuckles down when Newt finally responded, causing you to laugh all over again. “Well, I don’t need to check on him now.”
“You’re insufferable!” You could hear Minho yelling it out as he walked away, annoyance and humour both in his tone.
“You only know that word ‘cause of me!” Newt yelled back, then you felt a hand against your back and Newt carefully navigates you closer to the building. When you finally are able to lean your back against the wall you sigh, flipping the cloth over to the now cooler side.
“Thanks for this, by the way. It really helps.”
“Of course, [Y/N]. I’m here for you, you know that.” You laugh, shaking your head with your hand pressed against the cloth to keep it there.
“You make it sound so dire. All you did was wet a cloth for me.”
“Well then, it was my fault, to begin with, so it was my job to solve it. How about that?”
“Better,” You joke, laughing lightly. You tilt slightly to the left, brushing against Newt’s form. You then take a half step toward him, leaning more fully against his chest. He raises his arms and encircles you as if gently hugging you, though doesn’t drop his arms. You can feel your heart stuttering, a brilliant feeling spreading in your chest at the action.
“Minho’s right though. And you were, earlier. About how I can’t keep away from you.” You’re quiet, unsure how to respond, but Newt continues anyway, though quieter. “I really don’t understand it. It’s like the moment you came up in that box I’ve been so curious about you.”
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know if I know it.”
“I know,” Newt whispers, pulling you closer. “I guess I’m less curious about what you know, and more curious just about you. How you’d react to certain things, or how you just act in general. How you speak, how nice you are, how you’re willing to drop anything to help out.”
“You say all that like I’m interesting. Like I’m any different from anyone else.”
“You are to me.”
#apricity#newt x thomas x reader#newtmas x reader#newt mazerunner#thomas mazerunner#gender neutral reader#winston mazerunner#frypan mazerunner#zart mazerunner#daily life#this is technically chapter three#on ao3 its chapter five#either way
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his ego won't let him stay close to anyone.
Or maybe everyone that's close to him eventually shows there true colors and just wants to use him to boost there careers, or maybe it's because all of Harrys friends are getting married or in committed relationships, having babies. Harrys getting older and so are his friends things change priorities change it's a part of life. Harry sacrificed a big part of his life to have the life style he lives. His priorities are touring, making money building a brand, his friends chose a different path. I think some of you need to stop being so critical.
If you still have people in your life from childhood your one of the lucky ones, some of us don't we made sacrifices and that ment cutting people loose that wasn't meant for part of our journey doesn't mean we are damaged, or can't have committed relationships. Geeesh
Or maybe everyone that's close to him eventually shows there true colors and just wants to use him to boost there careers
and harry doesn't use them? he has literally tried to surround himself with victoria's secret models and other celebrities like the gerbers or nick grimshaw and the primrose hill gang and the people from his movies, he's even tried to name drop his own former band mates for clout.
and what do you think james corden and ben winston and brad the trainer use harry for? his company? you don't think brad is living off "all the pussy" he's gotten from being near harry? are you that naive? xander literally bragged about how he could harry into a threesome with some girl, and harry was cool with that. harry even tried to get some dude laid onstage and it turned out he then started messaging children online.
sacrificed a big part of his life lmao. like he's lived in a war zone. if you can stay friends with anyone as rich as he is, that's on you.
his priorities are making money, his brand that he gives no shits about, and touring for the money. yeah. i wonder why nobody around him likes him.
if you're a multi millionaire celebrity and you can't keep any friendships apart from the people you pay for work and then perhaps potential work collaborators like taylor russell, then that is definitely a reflection of you. his fans can be butthurt about it all they want. they know his friends suck ass and his personal life seems like a disaster. who the fuck would want to hang out with the azoffs, xander, ben winston, james corden, and brad at every turn? it definitely reflects on him and his fans know that.
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I just realized, in maroon Taylor says “you say ‘your roommate’s cheap-ass screw top rosé, that’s how’” meaning the roommate is Taylor’s….
There are only two occasions when Taylor had roommates (as far as we know) in NY, in 2014 with K@rlie and (likely) 2016 with Cara. So this bashes the idea that maroon is for Jake and Joe completely for two reasons. Jake wasn’t an option in 2014 or 2016, and the song is written about a past relationship, so it can’t be about Joe. This basically confirmed maroon is about Harry even more. I’m poised to think it’s likely about 2014 since they were fwb into the year, but the implications of 2016 being the setting puts the entire narrative about toe beginning to the test.
HS is the one saying “how’d we end up on the floor anyway?” And TS say “your roommates cheapass screw top rose that’s how”
We’re all confident that this is when HS was living with Ben Winston. So around 2013.
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I actually did this drawing a while ago but when I finished I didnt like it so I didnt end up posting it but now looking back, I still don't like it but I spent a long time on it soooo, here's Thomas as a Siren and below is some Info dump about this Au I made
Since I am also a sleepy bois inc fan, I got inspired by dark sbi mermaid fanfics and decided to test it out on the Maze Runner and see what it leads me to. So, just a heads up, the Maze Runner characters in this Au are more morally gray because they follow their animalistic side more than their human side.
In this Au, they in a hierarchy and every mermaid lives in their own pod (a community)
Hierarchy goes like; Leaders, Sirens, Children, Protectors, and Hunters/Gatherers
It is not a requirement to have a Siren in the Pod but it does make the pod seem stronger if they do have one
There tends to be only one siren in each pod because in this AU they are cannibals and are not afraid of eating another siren from their own pod or a different one
The color of a siren represents what types of power their voice holds, Thomas in particular has the ability to manipulate people’s sadness and grief, he can make others see hallucinations of loved dead ones or intensify someone's state of sadness/depression/loneliness. The jewelry around his neck is a symbol of his status and showing how important his voice is.
Short plotline; Thomas is a lone siren who does not have a pod. He gets invited to join the Gladers pod by Alby but problems arise when Thomas realizes that they already have a siren in their pod, Ben. At first they would stay far away from each other, with Ben always hanging in the front of the Pod and Thomas in the back but one day Ben does end up attacking Thomas and Thomas ends up killing him.
Since they run more on instincts and animalistic feelings, Thomas did not really feel bad at first because he did it in order to survive but he soon realizes how sad the pod is since he can feel their sadness. He decides to permanently stay in their pod and promises to protect them as a way to make amends
In the beginning, Thomas does not have a good relationship with anyone in the Pod except for Chuck and Alby. With him and Chuck having a brotherly relationship and him and Alby having more of a stable one. Gally and him absolutely hated each other but over time they warmed up to each other. Newt, Minho, and Thomas had a distant relationship until Thomas ended up saving Minho from mermaid hunters, which caused him to earn trust from Minho, Newt, Frypan, and Winston.
Sirens are very different from normal mermaids. They age the same but mature mentally faster than Mermaids. Their diets are very different with them being mostly carnivores while mermaids are omnivores. Mermaids are sort of okay with humans, they especially have soft spots for the human kids but Sirens won’t hesitate to kill one. They are more private about their species and do not let any humans near them unless a human somehow manages to earn their trust. Aris, Teresa, and Rachel are humans that Thomas tolerates but he doesn’t like it when they get too close. Mermaids can not survive without a Pod but Sirens can and they choose willily to join one if they want to, they just tend to do things on their own in the Pod and sometimes listen to the leader which is why it’s important they have a great relationship
The characters do all act the same as they do in the book and movies, but with just a slight readjustment with their bio instincts. Thomas is still curious and oblivious but now he just has a little bit of animal instincts added to him, this applies to the rest of the characters
Free fee to add in your own headcanons or even make your own story of this. I probably won’t talk about this Au again unless someone asks me too and don’t mind the big ass among us, I just like adding them in my drawings sometimes.
(p.s. Sorry for any spelling errors or if I just straight up don't make sense. I have dyslexia and I try my best to correct my errors)
#art#my art#the maze runner#fanart#the maze runner thomas#the maze runner fanart#thomas the maze runner#tmr thomas#Tmr#The maze runner Au#Am so tired#theokapuco#Alternate universe#digital art
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Prompt List updated March 27th
I am starting with 70 for now, I may add or change them going forward. but for now these were the ones i had in my notebook. i got all of them off of Pinterest. Some already have names by them but go ahead and request them again if you like the prompt and I can redo them.
Fandoms I write for:
Top Gun Maverick: All
Elvis: Elvis
One Chicago: Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes, Adam Ruzek
Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha, Clint Barton, Peter Parker
Triple Frontier: Will Miller and Benny Miller
Four Brothers: Bobby Mercer, Jack Mercer
Sons of Anarchy: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, David Hale,
Fast and Furious: Dom Toretto, Roman Peirce, Brian O'Conner, Letty Ortiz
Band of Brothers: Wild Bill, Babe, Malarkey, Nixon, Winters, Joe Toye
Twilight: All of the Cullens, Jacob Black and Bella Swan
Harry Potter: All
WWE/TNA/AEW/ ROH : Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Young Bucks, Adam Cole, Bobby Fish, Kyle O'Reilly, Roderick Strong, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Randy Orton, Edge, Christian Cage, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Hurricane Helms. Mr. Kennedy
Supernatural- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Cas
The West Wing: Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn
Game of Thrones: Robb Stark, Jon Snow, and Sansa Stark
Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Legolas, Aragon.
Black Sails: Billy Bones, James Flint, Eleanor, Charles Vane, Anne Bonney, John Silver
Law and Order SVU: All
Hawaii Five-0: All
SWAT: All
Yellowstone: Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Beth Dutton, Jamie Dutton.
Crash- Kenny
Southland- John Cooper, Ben Sherman
Gotham- Jim Gordon
White Collar- Matthew Keller
The Mighty Ducks- All
The Outsiders- All
Masters of the Air- all
Newsies- Jack Kelly, Davey, Spot Colin, Mush, Kid Blink
*****
01 “Oh you think I am cute when I am angry? Well get ready because I am about to be gorgeous.”
02. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t you see that? I am not strong enough.”
03. “Marry me’
04. “I’m not jealous.”
05. “Kiss my ass.”
06. “Were you ever gonna tell me?”
07. “Excuse you?”
08. “This is all your fault.”
09. “It’s not fair.”
10. “Game Over, you lose.”
11. “Is she always this obnoxious?” “Oh, she is just getting warmed up.”
12. “We don’t need to control them. We need to unleash them.”
13. “It should have never come to this.”
14. “I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.”
15. “I shouldn’t have wasted 3 years on someone when Russia could have sent me a good bottle of vodka.”
16. “Can we have this conversation when you aren’t upset?”
17. “Come over here and make me, why don’t ya?”
18. “I am tired of being your secret.”
19. “Mess with them, you mess with me.”
20. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”
21. “ I am coming to get you. Stay there.”
22. “Are you safe?” “I, I don’t know.”
23. “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”
24. “You are my regret.”
25. “You have to make a choice.”
26. “Put the knife down.”
27. “Jokes on them.”
28. “The way you flirt is shameless.”
29. “With all due respect, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.”
30. “It’s me! It’s me baby! Calm down.”
31. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
32. “Hey, I am here with you. Okay? Always.”
33. “Hold me back.”
34. “You aren’t a bad guy.”
35. “You know we are meant to be.”
36. “Mine.”
37. “Seriously, you are a manchild.”
38. “I get it alright! I fucked up!”
39. “She’s dead! I killed her!”
40. “You smell nice.”
41. “I think I am pregnant.”/ “I am pregnant, not helpless. Stop worrying so much.”
42. “So what if I am jealous? Its not gonna change anything.”
43. “You owe me.”
44. “Be careful.” “I always am.”
45. “Take my jacket, it's cold outside.”
46. “I am not some toy you can play with.”
47. “Just play long. Please.’
48. “I did something terrible.’
49. “Don’t hurt the hair on their head.’
50. “I got your back.”
51. "I told you not to get too close to me."
52. "How long?' "Since the beginning."
53. "Touch her and you're dead."
54. "Baby, we are the law."
55. "Baby, don't make me spell it out. You know I want you."
56. "I will always choose you."
57. "What happened? I told you to stay by my side!"
58. "Don't you dare!"
59. "Well what can I say? I am a badass."
60. "Excuse me, I have to go and make a scene."
61. "Before this happens, I need you to know that I have always loved you." 1
62. "No panties, baby girl?" 1
63. "Well you are coming home with me whether you like it or not."
64. "That looks hard. Let's switch."
65. "Saddle up doll."
66. "Like what you see?"
67. "Don't pretend to be innocent."
68. "You're mine. And I don't share."
69. "Welcome back, now fucking help me."
70. "Don't be an asshole, asshole."
#ash writes#ash's prompts#top gun maverick fan fiction#top gun maverick imagines#austin butler! elvis presley fan fiction#austin butler! elvis presley imagines#supernatural fanfiction#supernatural imagines#triple frontier imagines#triple frontier fan fiction#sons of anrachy imagines#sons of anarchy fanfiction#wwe fan fiction#wwe imagines#one chicago fan fiction#one chicago imagines#band of brothers fan fiction#band of brothers imagines#game of thrones fan fiction#game of thrones imagines#lord of the rings fan fiction#lord of the rings imagines#the hobbit fan fiction#the hobbit imagines#yellowstone fanfic#yellowstone imagines#avengers fan fiction#avengers imagines
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Ben Winston, your zionist ass will never see heaven.
#disappointing how it's all free Palestine until your fav is nominated for a sammy 😬#how hard is it to boycott a stupid award show that has no value anyway#you can't be fuck them zionist free Palestine while watching the show and/ or celebrating your fav's win#no morals left
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shoutout to the serendipity of it all like this unlikely ass show dropping in this unprecedented nonbinary character b/c a co-creator organically heard about how Nonbinary People Real and was like gee wouldn't that be interesting. an actor getting hold of the character breakdown who could go "hey wait a second. I'M nonbinary people." going "wouldn't it be interesting too if there was an autistic character" but even more inadvertently b/c they don't even know. seeing deh & maybe it helped that ben platt happened to be out that performance & offering a one-off bit part to an actor you can write a role around after casting, because then went "god damn i guess we keep writing him [ugh, those annoying loser nerds we all hate, am i right?] material so he can keep up the magic." that the autistic guy just has to happen to latch on to the nonbinary person throughout the whole series, and then do it again for the other person whose nonbinarity is a secret like his autistacity. the role of taylor being so powerful that they'd escape the scope of the series in 5 episodes if it wasn't holding them back by the scruff of the neck to prevent that. same regarding winston not even getting a funny little arc in his own right because if someone doesn't tell him to shut up every few seconds, the illusions would start to break down, like taylor's mere presence does re: gender. that the closest taylor got to escaping the curse of the series and reaching full potential was thanks to winston breaking rules and being serious enough about anything to give them honest criticism to their face. that only one character's worn a tmc tee shirt once, twice, as statements, It's Winston. that winston's kind of too powerful to even potentially get a dynamic with taylor as is warranted, like how taylor can't ever Not have one or two bullshit central characters getting in their way on purpose: too much could be accomplished, too much would have to change to accommodate this
and of course shoutout to us for serendipitously organically finding the wonder of the world that is All Winston & Taylor Scenes in Season 3 and becoming the niche fans who are so wrong about the show that we're righter than it can handle (and not to jokingly discredit the soph nothingunrealistic taylor scholarship & appreciation which involves a ton of correctness about canon even without being here for an s1 elements) (anyways autistic winston is also correct. the "wrongness" is a joke. didn't want us here, then you shouldn't have partly accidentally hosted the bitchingest characters who just so happen to need the idiosyncrasies of billions to be so elevated without any tamping down or required context of being outliers)
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I'm a fervent believer in democracy, but this bullshit we have going on in this country now doesn't feel like democracy. With billions of hard-to-trace dollars spent to advance candidates, with our mail boxes and our TV screens jam-full of expensively produced campaign propaganda used mostly to obfuscate, we've corrupted the very idea of government by, of, and for the people. With so many Americans willing to support anti-democratic forces, have we shown ourselves to no longer be capable of self-governance? With so many billions of dollars being used to blow smoke up our collective ass, how is it even possible for the truth to become general? If, by chance, a little useful information does leak out from that cloud of smoke and that hall of mirrors created largely by donations from corporations and the very, very rich, it is usually negated or nullified by denials, or lies, or scurrilous counterattacks.
It is so wasteful. If you set out to create a system that would intentionally sow cynicism, disdain, and irritation with the process, you could hardly do better than doing democracy the way we are doing it now. If the "will of the people" can yield a man like Donald Trump or a political party like the GOP, is it any wonder that democracy is under threat throughout the world.
If the idea is for a democracy to give voice to the will of the people, how can all this money spent on obfuscation be helpful in pursuit of that goal? What do we learn from all these fliers, and what is gained by these interminable election seasons that are treated like TV entertainment by most of the reporting across the spectrum of opinion?
The right wingers are always invoking and evoking the "founding fathers," but even with the contradictions and hypocrisies found in the motivations and the hearts of some of those men, I cannot believe that they intended a democracy to look like this. Sure, they would have probably been ok with the voter suppression efforts, especially where minorities and women were concerned. And they wouldn't have been at all ready for that statue in New York harbor welcoming immigrants from places that didn't even have names yet. The founders were far from perfect people, and neither are we. But we sure as hell ought to be better than we are now. Why are so many of us so crabbed, so mean, so profoundly ignorant? Why are races so tight, with so many votes being cast for people who are so transparently corrupt, incompetent, dishonest, bigoted, venal, and greedy?
"Democracy is the worst form of government, except for all the others." I thought those were Ben Franklin's words, but the quote is attributed to Winston Churchill. He was a Tory, not my favorite political party, and he was an aristocrat, not my favorite demographic. But I am glad he was so determined to see fascism defeated unlike far too many Brits, then and now, who thought maybe the Nazis were onto something.
What the hell is the use of these so-called "debates" which have become a sideshow to the process of seeking election. Few people watch those "debates" because real debate of issues seldom occurs and everything is seriously dumbed-down. A televised debate to become a U.S. Senator seems less dignified and substantive than an argument between 6th graders on the playground at recess.
The right wingers have so thoroughly undermined confidence in the integrity of elections that we can anticipate probable violence either at the polls around the country, or in the courts or on the streets once the votes have been counted and the winners declared. Democracy, the expressed will of the people, was intended to insure against that kind of disorder. But is what we have now what democracy was supposed to be? Is this how it was best meant to function?
I am anxious for this interminable election to be over. I'm so tired of the fucking polls, the strategizers, the talking heads, the coverage given to so many repugnant people who play peek-a-boo with their real motives and intentions. I'm so nauseated by the amount of money being spent to hide motives, or blur the malevolence that money is so often used to hide. I'm so weary of the daily reminders of just how far we fallen from the kind of government Lincoln described as being by, of, and for the people, not just the plutocrats, not just the corporations, and not just those who would befoul our most noble humanitarian dreams, but pollute our air, our water, and our founding principles. I'm sick of untaxed money from churches going to support politicians who would deny rights to people who don't believe as they do. I'm sick of a system in which one of two dominant political parties is now made up of people who make Joseph McCarthy and his henchman, Roy Cohn, look almost honorable and decent by comparison.
Most of all, I'm sick of anticipating the news we might learn on November 9th. On that morning, we may find that we proved unredeemable as a nation. Thanks to the corrupting influence purchased by goo-gobs of cash from secret sources, we may learn that the intolerable status quo is still securely in place and that we will be hearing more from people like Marjorie Taylor Green, Herschel Walker, Chuck Grasseley, Lauren Bobert, Joe Manchin, Mitch McConnell, Matt Gaetz, Brett Kavanaugh, Kevin McCarthy, Marco Rubio, Lindsey Graham, Clarence and Ginni Thomas, Steve Scalise, Donald Trump, Steven Bannon, or innumerable other scoundrels whose names may not be on ballots, but who wield power and pull the strings behind the curtains.
Can such a nation long endure? And if so, why?
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Hi Gina,
I wanted to comment about Ben Winston.
You used (or you do) to have a tag of Ben saying all sort of negative assumptions… It is imposible that we know what are their real relationship type, neither with Harry nor with the rest of the boys, but I don’t see how it is so unconceivable to picture Ben as at least a key role in their lives.
He literally was there from really early since 1D was created, such as James C was too, they have witnessed everything going on behind the scenes and Ben have worked up his cover up for Harry with his attic fairytale (not many we’re trustworthy enough to be “partners in crime” when these things were needed). I am not a fan of Ben or James particularly, but sometimes these affirmations that you deliver comes from your dislike for these people than from a honest view about it.
Count the number of times Harry has been involved with the LLS vs other shows, he nows what he achieves for them when he attends. I don’t mean this is an altruistic move from any side… but how weird is that Harry is this girl’s godfather but you categorically confirm that you “don’t see them being friends… not at least from Harry’s ends” then why did he accept it?
Who are Harry’s friends according to you criteria?
Thank you
Saying that I don’t see Harry thinking of Ben as one of his closest friends is not me “categorically affirming” anything. Unless you don’t understand the difference between “I don’t think” and “I am absolutely sure”, that really should be quite obvious. And yes, that guess is absolutely coming from my dislike.
But my dislike comes from observation. I didn’t just wake up and decide to like him. Ben Winston gives off the worst vibes to me. He comes across as a self-absorbed, talentless, ass kisser who’s happy to use his proximity to Harry to further his own career.
Yes, Harry has known him forever. That doesn’t mean he thinks of Ben as one of his closest friends. He may trust Ben. But to me, trusting someone enough to be friends, and thinking of someone as one of your “closest friends” takes two very different set of criteria.
Honestly, I don’t know why this is a hill you wish to die on. I don’t really care if they’re best friends. If they are, I feel badly for H because Ben comes across as the kind of person who wouldn’t return his call if Harry wasn’t a huge star. But whatever, it’s my opinion, and while I stand by it, I really don’t care about it. You can believe Ben and Harry are besties. It’s no skin off my nose.
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Ben winston ain’t a nice guy either if I recall he was there right along with James Corden when they stormed in to that writers meeting. Plus his dumb ass comments about workers for the Grammys last year.
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