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imjustagirlinthisworlddd · 4 months

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Hello:))) been reading ur newt hcs and absolutely adored them YOU WRITE HIM SO SWEET. But i was wondering if you would do newt cuddling hcs with a f!reader please? (I haven’t requested for you before so if this isn't the type of thing you do just delete this lol)

thanks<3

hello anon!! i'm happy you like those!! i think that newt is the type of person that treats their s/o gentle !! i hope you like this:))))

Newt who can't keep his hands to himself when you're both cuddling. Newt who would pull you into his chest with your back against him so he can kiss your neck. Newt who would put his arm around your waist just to touch you. Newt who would be crazy and rambles whenever he sees you wear his shirts to cuddle or sleep (and when you ask him why, he says "you look hot- i mean beautiful, wait i didn't mean it like your not hot, cause you are hot, i mean- your hot- wait that's not the point- but you look bloody amazing with my shirt"). Newt who can't sleep without you in his arms. Newt who would be very clingy and glued to you when both of you are alone (he's starved for your attention and affection). Newt who doesn't have a 'favourite cuddle position' but he loves it so much when you rest your head on his chest and just lay there. Newt who runs his fingers through your hair and leave a bunch of kisses all over your face whenever he gets the chance. Newt who sometimes wander his hands underneath your shirt (with consent of course) and he just trace circles all over your skin. Newt who sometimes would just lay in your arms tiredly because he’s exhaused from doing all work, helping around the glade, and having many meetings with Alby and the runners(he's a busy man). Newt who would smell a little more earthy when you guys are cuddling before shower. Newt who prefers to cuddle after shower because he thinks you'll like him more if he smells 'sweet like a candy' when you're both cuddling (he used your soap and shampoo because he said it made him "smell like sweets and vanilla" lol ). Newt who would sleep with you with hardly any space between each other. Newt who loves it when you bury your face in his neck and when you play with his hair. Newt who will always pull you back onto the bed and back into his arms if you try to leave or stop cuddling. ("Newt we have to get up! Alby will be mad at us-" "2 more minutes, please love? i'm sure Alby will be fine without me" "Newt, you said that 20 minutes ago."). Newt who doesn't mind being a big spoon or the little spoon when you're both cuddling. Newt who likes it when his arms are securely around your waist & his face in your hair when he's being the big spoon. Newt's arms will be the place you wake up every morning. Newt who would ask if he can play with your hair every time you're both cuddling (he wants to make sure you're giving him consent even tho you've reassured him that he doesn't need to ask that). Newt who would randomly compliment you when your almost asleep ("your so beautiful. like really bloody beautiful, love"). Newt who would sometimes talk in his sleeps because he gets nightmares when he's cuddling you ("please stay, please. don't go. stay with me." "i'm not going anywhere love"). Newt who would easily get sleepy when you run your hands through his hair. Newt who would fall asleep on top of you, then wakes up only to ask if you're okay, if he made you uncomfortable, and why didn’t you wake him up in his raspy sleepy voice. Newt who would have a staring contest with you and then make stupid faces so you laugh and he wins the contest (later on he tease you about it). Newt who would stay up with you and just have deep conversations as you both cuddle when you can't sleep ("why do people has to lose the person they love first, to realize they're bloody value and worth? doesn't make sense, what do you think?").

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY MAKING THIS, IT TURNED OUT SO LONGGGG. I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG FOR YOU

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mae-gi-writes · 12 days

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Arch-nemesis . Gally (themazerunner)

There's a thin line between love and hate, especially when it concerns Gally.

A/N: I've re-watched the three Maze Runner movies and now I'm obsessed and getting back onto the TMR fantrain so bear with me and the future fics I've already got saved in my drafts TT 3 TT ------

You hate him with all your heart.

Truthfully, honestly. There isn’t anyone you hate more than this stupid asshole that thinks that he’s the centre of the earth.

You met him only when he’d been brought in by Lawrence and a few of his other guys, having been there just for a few weeks prior. Thinking that this might be your chance to make a new friend, you’d sidled over to him with a small smile as you asked for his name. That didn’t go as smoothly as you thought when he just grunted out his name in response and turned away from you like you were a pest instead.

But it isn’t just that. It’s the way he says your name in that really aggravating tone that grates at your nerves. It’s the way he always insists it’s your fault when you’re out on missions and come back with no updates. It’s the way he bullies you and calls you names whenever your paths cross and it makes you want to gouge his eyes out. It’s enough to say that you know Gally now and you know exactly what he’s made of. That, and the fact that you’d stay far away from him as you possibly could if that was an option.

“You’re loading it up wrong shank-face,” he’d tell you as you were re-filling your gun.

“Shut up Gally, I’m doing it properly.”

“Don’t come crying to me when the gun doesn’t work.”

“It’s none of your business if it doesn’t work.”

“It is my business if you’re gonna—“

“Right that’s enough,” your mentor and leader called Jared had to step in, like he did numerous times, to get you to cool off. You’d storm away in a fit of annoyance and irritation, hating how easily Gally got under your skin.

It’s been a few weeks since weird sightings of stray immunes have circulated the area and in reply to this, Lawrence had set you up for a mission with Gally to scout the outer walls of the Last City. That had only caused you to grumble about the unfairness of the situation.

“Why do I have to go?” Your eyes narrow at the familiar tall figure lingering in your peripheral. Gally is busy setting up his weapons as you try to plead your case, seemingly uncaring about your protests, “and with him of all people? We don’t work well together Lawrence—“

“Everyone else is taken or busy with other tasks. Meaning that only you two are free,” Lawrence cuts you off without a hint of sympathy, “so either you do as you’re told or you can leave Y/N. As simple as that.”

In the end you have no choice but to abide by his rules, strapping up your weapons and defenses before Gally calls out your name. You turn just in time to catch the water bottle he sends your way, yelping in the process.

“You’re looking a little distraught, shank-face,” he smirks at you from where he stands loading up the provisions, “scared of what you’ll find out there? If you ain’t good enough, just don’t come and waste people’s time.”

“Nobody asked for your opinion, ugly brows.”

“I’m just worried you might slow me down. I’m not a goddamn babysitter.”

“I didn’t ask for one, now will you shut up and stop talking?”

“I’m surprised these two haven’t killed each other off yet,” murmurs one of Lawrence’s men.

“Killed or kissed you mean,” Jared lets out a chuckle.

These words are enough to cause the others to look at him with shocked faces, “what do you mean?”

“Isn’t it clear?” Jared motions towards the two currently bickering, “bet that by tomorrow night these two will get together.”

“I bet they last a week before they kiss.” Another says.

“Oh come on, I’m betting two weeks. Gally isn’t that type of guy.”

“What about me?” Gally’s voice causes them all to shut up, looking at him with guilty smiles and with shakes of their heads.

“Nothing to worry about Maze boy,” Jared flicks him off with a wave of his hand, “now off you go, both of you. And I expect some good news when you return.”

“Of any kind,” someone adds quietly, to which they all cackle.

You’ve toured the city a million times before in search of any kind of entrances that might lead to the inside, where all of Wicked laid. So it’s nothing out of your depth to follow Gally around as you survey the area and scout for more sources of information.

In all honesty, touring with Gally isn’t that much different from anyone else. On the contrary, Gally’s determined nature conjoined with his natural physical ability to excel just renders him an even more ideal battle partner. Not that you’ll ever tell him that. It will surely come bite you in the ass later when you least expect it.

You’re almost at the perimeter when you notice something off about one of the citizens. It’s a little girl, her face contorted in a grimace as she holds her hands in front of her tummy. For a moment, she sways in the middle of the crowd and you’re about to dismiss it, when another figure stalks in and takes a swipe at her with a stick.

The girl yelps as the stick hits her knees, crumbling to the floor like a sack of bones.

Before you know it, you’re sprinting towards her, anger flaring through your chest as your hands steady themselves on the gun. You barely hear Gally’s voice as you stumble in front of the kid just in time to point your weapon at the older man.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You hiss at him.

The man’s eyes widen. He takes a step back, “no no, get away from her, you don’t understand—“

“Understand what? That you were going to beat her to death?” You click your gun into place, “nice try old man, now tell me—“

“Get away from her!” He yells at you, “she’s not normal! She’s—“

And a growl erupts from behind you. You swivel around in panic, eyes going wide upon noticing for the first time the dark patch close to her eyes.

The Flare.

The girl twitches. A small sob falls from her mouth. Your heart jumps to your throat, stumbling back half a step as weird animalistic noises echo from her mouth.

And then, she pounces.

You yell out something— you’re not too sure what — and are about to knock her on the head as she throws herself at you—

A bullet explodes on the right side of her brain and she falls to the ground like a puppet.

You stare at her for a minute. One more.

Your gaze slowly trails up to see familiar booted feet.

“What were you even thinking?”

Gally’s voice is usually deep. But this time, even you can’t stand up to the anger simmering in his voice. It’s dark and holds some kind of laced savagery that makes your toes curl in apprehension.

He takes your silence as guilt before grabbing onto your arm and roughly pulling you out of the crowd. He doesn’t stop and for once you don’t fight him, still not over the shock of seeing that poor girl’s face, the crazed look in her eyes. You’re so deep in your thoughts that you don’t realize you’re at your truck until Gally practically throws you against its side.

Your back digs into the metal and you grunt at the impact, the ache stinging your spine. But before you can do anything else, huge palms come to a rest on either side of your head.

Gally leans into you, so close that you can feel the heat radiate off him in waves.

“What the fuck was that about?” He growls, voice dropping even lower.

Somehow, it causes a shiver to run up your spine. Not one of fear, something else. Something that makes your stomach squeeze into knots.

“I—“ for once, you don’t seem to have any words. Instead your head turns away from Gally’s eyes as you bite down onto your lower lip, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You’re sorry?” He scoffs, laughs to himself before his gaze hardens once more, “sorry for what Y/N? For almost getting yourself killed? Are you insane?! She could’ve literally infected you and you—“

“I didn’t know she was infected.” You tried to protest.

That seems to aggravate him even more, “You didn’t even bother to check!” His nostrils flare.

“Well I said I’m sorry!”

“Sorry’s not going to cut it if you turn into one of those Cranks you stupid slinthead! You need to be more responsible! I literally turn away for one minute and you’re—“

“Oh stop exaggerating Gally. I was trying to protect her—“

“Yeah and look how that ended!”

You snap, “why are you so pissed? It was an accident and I already said sorry!”

“It’s not just that Y/N!” He yells with such emotion that his face flushes red, “What if I wasn’t there? What would you have done then?!”

“Why the fuck do you care? You wanted me gone—“

Your words cut off in mid-conversation when his large hands suddenly cup your face before pulling you in to crash his lips against yours.

Your eyes widen, brain freezing, as butterflies erupt through your stomach.

Wow.

Is this what a kiss is?

And this is Gally, kissing you like he means it.

It's almost like time has stopped.

Heart pounding, your body slowly melts against his. You’re in a trance-like state, watching yourself crumble under his fingertips that he places right under your jaw, his other hand sliding down to your hip to pin you in place.

The kiss is surprisingly gentle yet firm. His mouth moves slowly, hesitantly, almost like he fears breaking you. And yet, when you respond with a soft movement of your own, the rumble of his chest has your stomach squeezing with adrenaline.

You’re not too sure what’s happening. Here you are, with the world’s biggest dick, kissing him like he’s your lover when all you’ve ever wanted was to kick him in the face for being a class A asshole.

But it’s weird because this, however, feels so right. Like you’re meant to be locking lips, like he doesn’t want anyone else in his arms but you. And when he cages you in his hold with even more intensity it makes you gasp, causing him to slip his tongue into your mouth with an ease that has you parting like melted butter.

Slowly, your hands trail up to his chest, grabbing hold of his dark tunic and tugging slightly as his teeth suckle onto your bottom lip. A noise echoes from the back of your throat and he growls in response, pressing you even harder so that your head tilts back against the truck’s surface.

You need air at some point and so break away from him with a small gasp, chest heaving.

Gally doesn’t hesitate. He dives down to press a kiss to the side of your jaw, down your neck, imprinting his mouth over your skin over and over again in a way that has your body shuddering with delight. Big hand sliding down to the back of your neck to pull you even closer into him, the young man’s lips find a soft spot at your pulse point, causing a whine to fall from your lips at his action.

His chest rumbles in satisfaction and before you know it he’s back to kissing you. This time it’s more heated; mouths clashing and teeth clicking and tongues battling.

And then, the reality of the situation hits you straight in the face.

You freeze. What in the shucking world are you even doing?

You’re making out with Gally, right beside your truck. In broad daylight.

The thought alone makes your hands push him away and your lips disconnect with a small ‘pop’ sound.

You’re gasping for breath at this point, eyes wide as they flutter up to lock onto his own and you’re surprised at what you find there.

There’s some sort of softness, genuine care and something more, something darker that you can’t really put your finger on.

It makes you want him.

You want him.

Shuck’s sake.

“Y/N—“ Gally starts but you’re already moving out of his hold, slipping away from his warmth and suddenly it feels a little too cold.

You shake your head at him, decide it’s best to keep your eyes away as you open the door to the passenger seat, “let’s go. We have a mission to finish.”

You don’t want to talk about it.

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It’s been days.

Days since the incident.

Days since you’ve been trying to get Gally out of your head.

You don’t understand why he’s having such an effect on you. Theoretically speaking, you should’ve bashed his head in and turned him over to Lawrence for sexual assault.

But you haven’t, and he’s also probably questioning why.

As a result, you’ve done everything in your power to avoid him. You wake up thirty minutes earlier to eat your breakfast so that you don’t have to bump into him at the table, you take the first errands that come to you — the boring ones like refilling tanks and getting the food supplies and guarding their premises. All that so that you don’t have to deal with Gally’s bullying.

Well, not that you’ve heard from him much either.

“What happened between you two?” Jared asks one evening as you help him move the supplies fresh from the last raid from the Last City.

“What?” You stare at him blankly, “what are you talking about?”

“You and Gally. You had a fight or something?”

“When are we not?” You snort, though you can’t deny the flush creeping up your neck as the memory of Gally’s body against yours resurfaces.

“Well I know you fight, but you’ve been ignoring each other.”

“And? Why is that a concern? Shouldn’t you be glad there’s less noise?”

“You’ve got a point I suppose.”

You don’t tell him it’s because you’re nervous of all the things that keep flashing through your head. You don’t tell him about how you keep on thinking of Gally’s mouth on yours, the lingering taste of him like a ghost along your lips. You don’t have to and you don’t want to, because you know that it’s going to entertain an idea far too surreal and ridiculous for you to think about.

It isn’t until a few days after your little mishap that Gally finds you in the storage room. You’ve woken up early to help the newest recruit unpack the food supplies just loaded into the main building dock, only to find out that he had this massive crush on you.

So you’ve been trying to bat him off all morning despite his most desperate attempts.

“Just give me a chance Y/N,” he says as he takes a box from your hands with a wink, “I promise I won’t make you regret it.”

You snort, “no thanks,” and turn back to keep unloading.

But he makes a grab for your hand. You yelp, pulling it out of his grasp, “what do you think you’re doing—“

“You think you’re so tough huh?” He makes another grab for your forearm this time and cages you into his grip. You try to wriggle out to no avail, his fingers squeezing so hard that you let out a cry of pain, “ow—“let me go, asshole.”

“Not until you agree.”

Your glare deepens, “I said no.”

He pulls you closer, stinky breath washing over your face and making you want to barf, “did I tell you how sexy you are when you try to act all tough and shit? I mean that’s literally—“

“Get your hands off her.”

He freezes. You do too. You recognize that voice. You could've recognized that anywhere. Your head tilts over.

Gally.

Oh.

Eyes widening at the sight, you quickly pull your arm away when the newbie drops it in shock.

“Move away,” Gally’s voice drops an octave and causes a string of butterflies to erupt through your chest, “now.”

The newbie frowns, “Who’re you to boss me around?”

“I said: Now.”

And maybe it’s the fact that Gally seems to straighten when he says it so it looks like he’s towering over the other boy, but the latter mutters a curse word under his breath and finally relents, throwing you a scowl in the process as he ducks out of the storage room.

You can’t help but lock eyes with your savior, though quickly averting your eyes in embarrassment as you resume stacking boxes after boxes. You hope that he’s just going to turn around and act ignorant, just like these past few days.

“Y/N.”

You don’t answer, resolutely trying your best to act busy.

“Y/N.”

Maybe it’s the way he says your name that makes you turn impulsively. Your eyes flit to his face, then look back down to his chest. A safer bet, “what?”

He takes a step closer, and another, and another. You swallow thickly, feeling your throat clog up with emotion as you stumble back against the boxes until no escape seems available.

Why is it that you’re always getting trapped by him?

“W—What is it?” You stammer out in hopes he can’t hear how wild your heart is beating, "What do you want?"

He lets out a soft sigh and seems to drop his shoulders in defeat, opening up his palms in a sign of defeat, "I just--I think we need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Y/N--"

"No Gally," you whip around then with eyes narrowed into slits and your fists curled beside you, "if this is about what happened in the Last City, I don't want to talk about it. It was a stupid shucking mistake and--"

"Stop using Glader slang," he interrupts like a smart-ass and you all but growl at him in irritation, "it doesn't suit you."

"Oh shut up already," you whip around and decide that it's useless to try and have a civil conversation. You'd rather focus your energy on finishing off your task.

But seems that he's determined to bug you, for you feel the warmth of his hand imprint itself on your forearm before he's tugging you. Not too harshly, gently enough that you could've stopped if you wanted to.

You let yourself turn around, cursing inwardly at how the closeness between your two bodies is rendering you a little breathless, a little weak in the knees. He's so close that you have to tilt your head up to look at him, and what you see in his gaze makes your heart skitter.

"It wasn't," he murmurs, "a mistake."

"It was a mistake," you shoot back straightaway, "we can just forget about it--"

"I don't want to. I--" he clears his throat, looks away for a second. And when his eyes find yours once again you feel your breath catch in your throat because he's looking at you in a certain way. That way. With the same kind of tenderness that makes you want to wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest and smell the earthly, Gally scent that had wrapped around you back when you'd kissed--

No.

You almost smack yourself, horrified. What in the world are you thinking?!

"I like you, Y/N." Gally’s voice jerks you back to reality, “I like you a shuck lot and—“

“Don’t,” you press a finger to his lips as you try desperately to put some distance between, shaking your head in horror, “no no, you don’t like me. You like me ‘cause I’m the only girl around here and it’s just your hormones talking—“

He shakes you off, “what are you on about?” He frowns before grabbing both your hands to cage them in his grip, “I know what I feel Y/N. Don’t tell me otherwise—“

“Gally please,” you scramble for coherent thought but logic is slipping away by the second. Even more so when he’s tugging you gently to him, even more when his face is a picture of softness and affection, “we hate each other’s guts—“

“I never said that.” He pauses to read your expression, fear suddenly flickering in his expression, “do you hate me?”

“I—“ the words get tangled in your mouth. You want to tell him you hate him, loathe him with all your heart and that you just want him gone and that you hates his kiss.

But you can’t.

Because it’s a lie, the truth is that you think your heart beats for him. You’re not sure since when, but that kiss had confirmed it surely enough: you like Gally more than you think you do. And that thought is terrifying.

You’re so close to him that if you let your hands drop they’ll brush against his chest, so close that you can feel his warm breath fanning across your skin and the heat of his jody permeating to yours.

Ducking your head in embarrassment, you bite down onto your lower lip.

“Answer my question, Y/N.”

You swallow thickly, ��I—I don’t know.”

Gally looks down at you still, not giving you the easy way out you would’ve preferred and you find yourself crumbling under his stare.

“No,” you whisper, “I don’t hate you.”

He shifts a little closer still, eyes flitting down to your lips in a silent question.

Your breath catches. Your mouth parts. His scent wraps around you like a soft cocoon.

And then you’re lifting yourself up to kiss him.

He makes a noise of surprise at the back of his throat and you grin to yourself, loving that you caught him off guard. But that doesn’t last, for his big hands quickly drop yours to wrap around your waist before pulling your body to his and kissing you like he hasn’t seen you in ages, like he’s missed you, like he wants to do this forever.

Gally, you soon realize, kisses with his entire intention, not leaving one part of your mouth untouched and adamant on making you go pliant in his hold. You allow yourself to back up as he prods you, until your back hits one of the storage boxes hazardly stacked one atop the other, and Gally doesn't hesitate to press his chest against yours as a soft moan echoes from the back of his throat.

As his lips curve against yours in the most intimate of manners, your hands seem to take on a life of their own as they travel up his chest, caress the broadness of his shoulders, before wrapping around the back of his neck and teasing the soft baby hairs found there. You feel him grinning into your mouth and soon enough you're grinning too, foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath.

"Not bad at all," Gally murmurs, stealing a kiss from you and causing your face to flush deep red, "for someone who can't load a gun properly."

"I can too load my gun properly," you pinch him playfully and he responds with laughter.

That's when you hear your mentor's voice booming with surprise from the front entrance of the storage room:

"Well look what we have here! I told you guys they wouldn't last a week!"

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skiiyoomin · 8 months

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I feel like there isn't enough for Newt from The Maze Runner Series. Could you please write for him?

I´m sooo sorry I took so long to answer but it´s finally here!! (ive been having huge writers block so i hope this is good enough) I totally think there's not enough tmr ff!! we have to revive the fandom 🥹

my friends helped think of the story so props to them!! :D

warnings: slight violence? swearing, gn reader! oblivious reader

RULES !!

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK PLEASE

REQUESTS: OPEN

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WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

Summary: You were a Runner who had the unfortunate luck of getting bitten by a Griever. You had assumed your death, but when you woke up, you were in a completely different Glade, surrounded by completely different people, by boys.

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From afar | Newt

Your feet pounded on the hard ground, your heavy pants echoing through the hard rock walls. You turned your head back every so often, the sound of screeching of metal on rock not much further behind you, forcing you to quicken your pace.

A mere few minutes ago, you were peacefully resting on one of the many walls inside the maze, you were unaware of the Griever close by until it was too late. You could have run straight back to the Glade, but you couldn't risk letting the Griever close to the doors and putting in danger the rest of the girls.

Your lungs burned, terribly so, but you didn't stop. You couldn't. It all backfired when you turned the corner and found yourself in a dead end. You heard the roar of the Griever too close for comfort and without thinking, you ran straight to the end wall, grabbing onto one of the many vines and pulling yourself upward.

You looked down when you deemed yourself to be high enough, a mistake really, because in a flash, the Griever snapped the vine you were holding onto. The fall felt like it went by in slow motion, and in those few seconds, you quickly assumed your death. You felt a sharp sting on your side. Did the Griever sting you? Well, you were a goner anyway, what did it matter. Your vision began to blur, black spots engulfing your sight until all you saw was pitch black, and then, unconsciousness.

Minho ran around the maze, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, as per usual. When he turned a corner, his feet abruptly stopped.

"What the..."

A few steps in front of him laid a body, a female body. As he slowly stepped closer, he immediately took note of your sickly looking skin. His eyes landed on a spot on your arm, or rather a bite. There were dark protruding veins going up your arm, the sight bad enough to make anyone grimace.

That's when Minho snapped out of it and came to a quick realizations. You were stung by a Griever. But how did you get here? Where did you come from? Who are you?

Despite the thousands of questions flying through his mind, he knew if he didn't take you back to the Glade you'd be a goner. He gently lifted you in his arms and raced back as fast as he could.

As expected, he got a lot of stares and was asked many questions he simply could not answer.

"For the last time Alby, I don't know. I found her laying on the ground, what was i supposed to do, leave her there?"

Under all the sudden chaos, Newt, a natural diplomat in these situations, was uncharacteristically quiet. He simply did not know how to feel about any of it.

Eventually you recovered, gave your side of the story to Alby and began your new life in a new place. Undoubtedly it was hard. Recovering from the sting was a process filled with agony and confusing thoughts. Settling down in a place full of boys whose horomones skyrocketed was just as hard. Despite the uncomfortableness of it all, you began to befriend the right people and soon enough you had gained your place as a Runner.

Through all of this, Newt had made sure to stay far far away from you, watching you without making a move.

"You're gonna scare her off if you keep looking at her so much"

Frypans voice had startled him out of his daze, his eyes moving from you to him in bewilderment.

"What are you on about"

Frypan shrugs at this "You keep staring at her, if you like her that much you should just talk to her"

Now he was bewildered for sure, like you?? How is that even possible. He debated in his mind, Frypans words leaving him in a confused state. He was sure he didn't like you, yet why is your smile so heart warming, your hair looks especially nice today too.

Crap, maybe he does like you after all.

Little did he know, you were having a similar conversation in one of the many tables.

"He totally makes eyes at you, I don't know what you're talking about!"

Minho exclaims, rather loudly at that, making you slap your hands over his mouth to shut him up.

"Shut it you slinthead, he's gonna hear if you talk so loud"

Minho simply rolls his eyes before saying "Good, maybe that'll have you make a move"

You scoff "He probably doesn't even like me, he barely talks to me!!

And just like that, you were both in a never ending spiral of confusion and overthinking thoughts. And obviously, everyone noticed, with how obvious you two were how could they not?

And obviously Minho decided the best thing to do was to set up a plan.....for everyones sake.

Your days had started off normal. You got to work, went out to the Maze, came back and jotted down what you had seen. Nothing out of the ordinary.

As you were finishing up in the Map Room, Minho had bursted in, making you jump and look at him in surprise.

"I need you to help me, come quick"

Without much of a question, you followed him until you reached the Homestead. As you walked up the stairs, you stopped in front of a small unfamiliar room. Minho pushed open the door, holding on to the door knob and waving his hand, motioning you to walk inside. Before you even realized what was going on, he had slammed the door shut, locking you inside the room.

You whirled around to face the door, a look of perplexion on your face. You heard Minhos loud voice boom from the other side

"I´m not letting you out until you talk to each other!!"

If possible, your confusion only grew as you mumbled "Each other?"

"He means us"

You heard a voice from behind, the British accent all too familiar. Turning around, you were met with the sight of Newt sitting on the floor with an unimpressed look on his face. You felt the all too familiar feeling of your heart hammering in your chest. Taking a deep breathe, you sigh shakily as you sit down beside him.

You rest your head on the wall behind you, your thoughts wandering and your brows furrowing more and more.

"What do you think he meant by talking to each other?"

Newt glanced at you for a second, then, unexpectedly, he leaned forward and placed his thumb between your brows, gently rubbing the area until your frown completely disappeared.

"I don´t know but what I do know is that you´re gonna get wrinkles if you frown so much"

In a dazed like motion, he traced his thumb over your brow and down your temple until his entire hand was cupping your cheek. Your cheeks flushed under his hand, wide eyes staring deep into his brown ones.

However, as soon as the moment was there it was gone just as quickly as Newt backed away, apologies flying his mouth.

Your hands moved before you could even process what you were doing. You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Stop apologizing you idiot! I don´t mind..."

You mumbled the last part in embarrasement, your eyes trained on the floor underneath you. The feeling of his rough calloused hands pulling yours away from his cheeks made your eyes shoot back up at him in surprise. You thought he would push you away, instead, he pulled you close until your head was resting on his shoulder, his long arms wrapping around your waist.

"Then...do you mind if I do this?"

When he felt you shake your head, he breathed out a sigh of relief, his tense muscles relaxing, letting you nuzzle your face deeper against the crook of his neck. You were in that position for what felt like ages when Newt called out your name. Moving your head so you could look at him better, he took this as a sign to continue.

"I- I don´t know how to say this without making it awkward, but...well I always get this feeling around you, like my hearts going to fly out of my chest...or how I get all jittery"

As he rambles, you push your head back to fully look at him, your cheeks flaring up at his words.

"What I´m trying to say is I really really like you"

In a flash, you had cupped his face with your hands and slammed your lips to his. Whatever words he had were gone once he felt your soft lips on his. When air called, you pulled away, breathing deeply.

"I like you too Newt"

You´ve never seen someone smile as much as he did in that moment, dazzling smile taking your breath away. This time it was him who leaned in for a kiss, deeper this time and full of passion.

If you had known it would be like this you would have kissed him long long ago. Guess you have Minho to thank now.

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BONUS!!

"You think he asked her out already?" Asked Minho.

"They´ve been in there for a while that´s for sure" Was Albys reply.

"Do you think they´re-"

"DON´T finish that sentence Minho"

"I don´t think I would´ve wanted to know anyway" He says with a grimace.

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epilary · 9 months

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running with minho | headcanons

masterlist | requests are open

- he’ll usually wake you up because you prefer sleeping in - sometimes it’s the sweetest attempt to wake you up - sometimes… it’s pots and pans smacking together - when packing bags, he’ll double check yours and you check his - frypan will obviously have lunches made for the two of you - minho always convinces him to add a little something to yours - whether it be for protein or just a snack - you’re the writer - he’s dropping breadcrumbs - sometimes you switch, but he knows how observant you are - flowers occasionally grow on the vines - he’ll grab some for you and stuff them into his bag to dry them - minho always makes you take a break - even if you say you’re okay, he knows you’re not - “well even if you aren’t tired, i am. sit down and enjoy a second with me” - you lean your head on his shoulder - minho loves to play with your hand while resting - he loves running his fingers along yours - you’ll pull him up, telling him it’s time to continue - “get up slowpoke, perhaps if you do, i’ll give you some of my leftovers at dinner” - “you drive a hard bargain darling” - you’re both playful pushers - you like to roughhouse and so does he - sometimes you get too distracted, but minho sets an alarm on his watch - if you’re romantically interested, the two of you will sneak quick kisses as you run - your hands intertwining occasionally - only when you get back do the two of you part - only to rejoin minutes later for dinner

#minho #minho x reader #tmr minho #minho headcanons #minho tmr #tmr minho headcanons #headcanons #the maze runner #the maze runner headcanons

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and plus-size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: mentions of fatphobia (in general, not towards reader). I love you, thank you so so much for reading. If you’re plus-size, I feel you, I understand you. This world is cruel and I wish fat people got the same goddamn love and respect as anyone else.

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SFW🌿

⭑ Umm... so he doesn’t treat you any differently than someone with a skinnier body. In the sense that he doesn’t see you any differently than another woman.

⭑ He saw you and thought, ‘damn...she’s gorgeous.’

⭑ Whenever you have insecure thoughts (because lets face it, fatphobia is everywhere.) Minho is the first one to shut them down.

“I hate that you feel this way. You’re beautiful, I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

⭑ He does understand that your body works differently, and you know what, if you wanted to be more accommodated than he would damn-well do that. Always making sure you aren’t uncomfortable.

⭑ If anyone even THINKS about hurting you, or saying something remotely rude; you will tear them a new one.

⭑ And Minho will be right beside you, ready to punch, kick or knock them out

⭑ You have a soft spot for Newt (doesn’t everyone) and Minho gets a bit jealous.

⭑ It’s not romantic, but you just adore Newt and he adores you.

⭑ Thomas thinks you’re great, but he’s too busy to think about his friends’ love lives. (Don’t take it personally, Thomas rarely has any spare thoughts for ... anything. Newt still has to remind him to eat and drink.)

⭑ Minho may not be the most romantic, but he does try his best. He tries to find things that you would like, and you tell him not to worry about it. Focus on surviving, on living another day.

“But babe, I want to spoil you.”

“You lived in a maze for two years Minho, please do not spoil me. Just survive. That’s all I want.”

⭑ His pet names are, ‘babe,’ ‘sweet-cheeks’, ‘baby,’

⭑ He loves waking up next to you

⭑ “BABE I JUST LOVE YOU!”

“I love you too Minho-”

⭑ He loves laying his head on your stomach and thighs

⭑ And when you get dressed up, he’s absolutely speechless

⭑ If you feel yuck, he reminds you of how you make him feel. Recounting memories and funny moments of you relationship

⭑ You’re intimidating in your own right, and whenever there’s an enemy and you scare them off. Minho is all like, “YES, THAT’S MY GIRL.”

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Mr. I Don’t Give A F*ck, I’m So Serious x Miss I May Look Sweet, But F*ck Me Over and You’re Dead

✧ Dumb but Smart x Smart but Dumb

✧ ‘Look at her, look how beautiful she is, okay okay - don’t look that hard. Hey! She’s MY GIRLFRIEND.’

#minho #the maze runner #the maze runner headcanons #minho headcanons #minho x reader #minho x you #minho x y/n #plus size s/o #witchthewriter #headcanons #would include #dating would include #the scorch trials #the scorch trials headcanon #the death cure #the death cure headcanons

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saltwaterburns · 3 days

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Teresa & Thomas are endgame AND I'M TIRED. OF YOU GUYS. ACTING LIKE THEY AREN'T.

#the maze runner #tmr #tmr thomas #tmr teresa #thomas and teresa #the maze runner headcanons #the maze runner drabble #the maze runner fanfic

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chippedshake · 8 months

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I just realized that Chuck is short for Charles and that there is therefore a Nick and Charlie in the Glade for a while before Thomas gets there.

Obviously it won't be romantic or anything because of the age difference, and it's the freaking Maze so there isn't exactly time for romance, and also Nick is aroallo so no chance of that with anyone, but I like imagining something like a father-son relationship.

So here are some hcs about them because yeah.

Nick is the one to pull Chuck out of the box, and he's the only one not to make a comment about how he klunked his pants; he just takes him to Homestead and gets him another pair.

He gives him the tour of the Glade is very patient with him, even though he has to let him change two more times and he literally never stops asking questions. He's still mysterious, like they always are with Greenies, but he's nice about it.

After the tour, Chuck sort of just follows him around, tagging along as he goes about his day.

He wants to work in the kitchen, but there are too many cooks as it is, so he ends up being a Slopper.

Chuck sits with Nick every night at dinner, which is a nice new constant for him, since he hasn't really had any close friends since George.

Chuck is the only one who doesn't seem to mind how he closes off from people when they ask anything about him.

They spend so much time together that the other Gladers start to see Chuck as a sort of extension of Nick.

Chuck gets nicknames the Vice-president since he's always around Nick.

Whenever Chuck gets on someone's nerves by asking too many questions they just tell him to "go ask your mom".

"So, Nick, how does it feel to be a single mother at the ripe age of whatever your shucking age is?"

"I've been a mother for a good two years now, so I don't know why you're suddenly asking now. And you know very well that Alby is your father and loves you very much. I don't think he'd be too happy to know what you've been saying about him."

When Nick dies it absolutely WRECKS Chuck.

We're talking not getting out of bed for weeks.

Newt physically drags him out every morning, telling him how being lazy will make him sadder.

The first time he manages to get out of bed by himself is the day Thomas gets there.

Something about Thomas reminds him of Nick, maybe the way he sort of adopts him immediately, but it makes him leech onto Thomas and never want to let go.

#the maze runner #tmr #newt tmr #thomas tmr #tmr alby #tmr chuck #nick tmr #the maze runner headcanons #headcanon #hcs #chippedshake

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subjecta5theglue · 11 months

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part 2 of modern tmr headcanons!! drew newt this time :)

#maze runner #the maze runner #tmr #the maze runner headcanons #maze runner headcanon #maze runner newt #newt tmr #newt maze runner

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gladerscake · 3 months

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Gally Feeling Needy Headcanons

(Gally x Reader)

First of all, Gally would never be very open about feeling needy/craving attention

Nope, not even with you

However, having known him long enough, you would be pretty good at reading the signs

He visits you at your designated “work area” more often than usual

“Sir, can I help you with something?”

“Don’t mind me, just looking.”

He offers help with stuff you could absolutely manage by yourself

He knows it too, he just needs to blurt out a reason for hanging around you all day

His attempts at subtlety are poor

He gets more touchy than usual, swinging his arm around you and stealing quick kisses here and there

It’s very distracting, so you would playfully shoo him away, despite secretly (or not so secretly) enjoying every bit of it

He cannot wait for the work day to be over so that he could have you all to himself

As soon as dinner’s over, he leads you right back to your shared hut

“Gal, they’re having a bonfire-”

“Good for them, let’s go.”

Once the door is shut behind you, he picks you up off the floor and carries you to the bed

Your relentless giggling and weak attempts to wriggle free do not faze him in the slightest as he drops you onto it

For a moment you think his urgency might be rooted in some of his more primal desires

not that that would be a problem

But no, that’s not what he needs at the moment

maybe later

He wraps you up in his burly arms and pulls you into him as closely as possible

Gally’s grip leaves you zero chances of escaping

You’re not thinking of going anywhere, obviously

As soon as you feel the warmth of his chest and his heartbeat against yours, you’re done thinking about anything else

It’s clear as day that Gally needs your undivided attention and you’re more than happy to give it to him

He soon relaxes upon feeling your lips peppering soft kisses all over his face and forehead

You can feel the tension leaving his strong shoulders as your hands knead them just the way he likes it

Eventually Gally begins dozing off, though his hold on you remains surprisingly strong and steady

Even in his sleep, he has no intention of letting you go

In his mind, he’s done a good enough job hiding the true extent of his neediness

You let him think that. Just as you will next time, and the time after that.

#just a little something i whipped up on my way home #hi #the maze runner #tmr gally #the death cure #gally x reader #gally x you #tmr gally headcanons #gally x fem!reader #gally tmr #gladers #tmr #gally x y/n #tmr x reader #gally imagine #gally headcanons #my gif #will poulter

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rainydaydreamsideblog · 1 year

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(The Maze Runner) He Gets Jealous

Author’s Note: In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version... Also please bear with me, I’m getting the hang of Thomas’ character.

Thomas: He trusts you, and he knows you care for him, but he gets jealous on occasion. He doesn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing, so he will quietly watch you and who you’re interacting with, distracted from whatever job he is currently occupied with. He might ask you later in passing what you were talking about, but won’t say anything more. He is more worried for your safety than anything. Sometimes he’ll warn you about being alone with certain gladers, or check on you every now and then if he hasn’t seen you for a while. He really doesn’t want to smother you or seem overbearing, he just worries. If anyone makes you feel unsafe, he is bold in protecting you and making sure no harm comes to you.

Newt: He’s generally chill, but once in a while, an interaction in particular with another glader will bug him. Maybe the guy was getting a little too friendly, or maybe you laughed just a little too hard at a joke he made. Either way, Newt’s not going to make a scene. He’s more on the petty, subtly possessive side. If he’s not already in the vicinity, Newt will make his way over and inject himself into the conversation. He wants not only your attention, but to also to shoo the other glader away and lay a silent claim. If the person in question that’s giving you attention is being so forward as to make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe, Newt won’t hesitate to jump to your defense and be direct in telling them to back off.

Minho: He is rather confident in himself, you, and the relationship in general. He isn’t one to really get jealous or possessive. He actually finds it funny when greenies have crushes on you, and he’ll let them know you’re not available with a chuckle and a playful clap on the back. He might even throw in some humorous bragging for good measure. If someone means you any harm or discomfort, there will not be a trace of amusement in his eyes. He will undoubtedly put himself between you and the threat, expression hard and intimidating.

Gally: He gets jealous rather easily in the Glade. Early on, he has some insecurities to work through, so it’s a process. He finds himself less tolerant of other gladers getting too friendly, and he gets irked when greenies come right out of the box staring at you. He’ll get petty with you over it from time to time, but most of his anger is directed at the person who makes him feel threatened in some way. One of the more level-headed keepers who he trusts will give him advice, and it’ll finally dawn on him that behaving like that will only push you away. His patience and confidence begin to build from there. He still gets jealous, but he doesn’t respond to it in such an unhealthy way. He even starts teasing the greenies who are crushing on you, and relaxes a bit. He still doesn’t hesitate to show others you’re his and lay claim.

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skiiyoomin · 11 months

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THE MAZE RUNNER MASTERLIST

RULES!!

DO NOT COPY MY WORK OR REPOST PLEASE!!

REQUESTS: OPEN

I write SFW and NSFW!

I don't take requests which cover anything dark, I don't want to trigger anyone!! (ex. su!cide, sh, ed, etc.)

MOST IMPORTANTLY, ENJOY!!

GUIDE

smut/suggestive: (m)

angst: (a)

fluff: (f)

NAVIGATION

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

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REACTIONS

-nothing here yet-

MTL

-nothing here yet-

HEADCANONS

-nothing here yet-

ONESHOTS

NEWT

From afar (f)

TEXTS/SMAU

-nothing here yet-

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epilary · 7 months

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the glader’s first fall | headcanons

masterlist | requests are open

- ‘fall’ was never a thing for the gladers - even for those who got their memories back via wicked - they couldn’t grasp the concept of the seasons changing - but when they got to paradise, it finally opened their eyes - leaves were falling from trees - which worried the gardeners instantly - like ‘the trees are all dying!’ instantly - luckily for them, ava thought to include a couple children’s books that explained it - winston became an amazing botanist over time - which included finding pumpkins not too far from shore - they were growing naturally somehow (totally not for jack-o-lanterns) - they were all different shapes, leading the gladers to find a children’s book on it - “this feels humiliating” [gally] - “no one else is here so it’s okay” [thomas] - there was one on cutting up pumpkins into shapes - with one of their weekly ‘feasts’, all of the gladers (including those from the other groups), picked a pumpkin - then they started carving with whatever tools they got - gally the resident architect made some small torches for them to use as the lighting - frypan took this opportunity to cook the seeds - (he instantly becomes an island favorite due to his skills) - the gardeners all took some seeds to replant some pumpkins - thomas finally felt at home - a part of him wondering if newt or teresa would enjoy the fall breeze - but he’s able to join in on the festivities with joy - minho typically feels the same way, but goes for early morning jogs in the forest to clear his mind - he invites thomas every time, which helps the two of them - and frypan makes coffee for the first time after finding coffee beans - woo does that make him ever more popular

#do the seasons change canonically?#don’t know don’t care #headcanons #the maze runner headcanons #the maze runner #tmr #tmr headcanons #headcanon

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imjustagirlinthisworlddd · 4 months

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could we get some Newt headcanons pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Newt headcanons !!

FINALLY SOME LOVE FOR NEWT!!!!!!!! MY LOVEEEEEEEEEEE ASKASOKAKS i've been waitingggg for someone to finally do a request of newt!! so happy you made one<3

Newt who would be stunned and surprised by your looks when you first came up in the box. Newt who tells the boys to 'back off' when they're making fun of you when you first arrived at the glade. Newt who would always be staring at you; through the bonfire, across the glade, and even when you're eating (literally all the time). Newt who is startled when both of your hands brushed at the slightest contact. Newt who would always guard you when you're showering. Newt who accidentally heard the way some boys talk dirty things about you and yell at them to shut up. Newt who would use his position as the 2nd on command to try to save you from alby's punishments when you break the rules. Newt who hopes everyday that you won't be a runner. Newt who would insist that you shouldn't be a runner which leads to you both arguing so loud which later on ended with Newt kissing you against a tree. Newt who knows that you can handle yourself in the maze but still gets scared that something would happend to you. Newt who clenches his jaw when a Greenie flirts with you. Newt who talks to Minho about taking care of you in the Maze. Newt who would tell you and even show you how much you really mean to him without being ashamed. Newt who accidentally calls you 'love' but later on calls you that all the time after seeing your shy reaction (he wants to see more of your flustered face). Newt who doesn't realize that he likes you until Minho jokingly tease him about you getting with other boys. Newt who is shockingly easy flustered whenever you flirt with him. Newt who would ignore his feelings for you until you're the only thing in his mind, and it makes him shy around you. Newt who would kiss you slowly as he brushes his thumbs against your cheek. Newt who enjoys your presence so much that he wants to spend all his time with you. Newt who would suggest to Alby that you should move into his hut once you both start dating to give your hut to the new greenie. Newt who would wake up more early due to his position as the 2nd leader and spend his time kissing your cheek and forehead gently and admire you're features, and whisper 'your so bloody gorgeous' and 'i love you' quietly. Newt who would always take every chance he could to be with you because he's busy as the 2nd on command. Newt who's surprisingly into PDA (not all of the time, and not too much, and it's more of a cautious possessive thing than just being cute in front all of the gladers; he normally stands behind you with his hands on your waist. His grip is gentle and he loves it when you relax your back into him).

tbh it's crazy and still unbelievable how i get requests btw I'm thinking of making a part 2 of this since i still have many more hc's of him on my mind and maybe make a smut or spice version of his hc's, but do you guys want that? (In case y'all don't know yet, i'm a really big simp for newt.)

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il0veaphr0dite · 1 month

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MORE THAN FRIENDS

A/N: feel free to request anything !!

Warnings: nothing but fluff !!

Word count: 1116

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You and Minho are considered best friends. You know it, Minho knows it, even the gladers know it.

Gladers would joke and say that you were two peas in a pod, Which is funny because everyone knew you two couldn't be more different from each other.

Minho, Being the Keeper of the Runners means he's the best runner out of everyone, Which makes his ego very high. Many gladers would say he's very sarcastic and mean at times.

On the other hand, you are a Medjack who's loved and adored by the gladers. Gladers describe you as kind and gentle.

It was a shock to everyone when you two started hanging out more often.

Now it's considered a normal thing because of how many times you guys are together.

Everyone in the glade says you're more than friends but you and Minho disagree.

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You were lying on a bed in the Medhut, Jeff and Clint on the bed next to you.

Things had been quiet, which was surprising because usually the Slicers were always getting hurt.

You got up from the bed and made your way to the kitchens.

Frypan was always complaining that no one ever helped him in the kitchens. And since you had nothing to do, you decided to go help him.

You walk up to the kitchens and spot frypan right away.

“Hey!” you said sprinting towards him.

He turned around surprised to see you there.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he questions

“Everything has been quiet in the Medhut so I decided to come help you,” you spoke as you jumped up on the counter.

“Help?” he asked “you mean just sit there and talk?”

“I would never!” you said jokingly putting your hand on your chest in an offended manner.

“Well since you're here to help, could you cut these for me?” he said motioning to the pile of potatoes next to you.

You got off the counter, grabbed a knife, and began cutting potatoes.

You continued to cut the potatoes but accidentally cut your finger. You hissed, dropping the knife.

“You okay?” Frypan asked as he stopped cutting tomatoes.

“Yeah,” you say nodding, picking up your knife, and continuing to cut the potatoes.

As you begin to transfer the potatoes to a pot, you hear footsteps coming toward you.

You look up to see Minho jogging towards you.

You smile waving at him.

“What are you doing in the kitchen?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“It's been a quiet day in the Medhut, so I came here to help Frypan,” you said, turning around to face him.

He nods but his eyes seem to be looking at something behind you.

You turn around to see Ben, waving Minho over.

“Well, I have to go but be careful,” he said, leaving the kitchen and jogging to Ben.

You turn around, grabbing the pot and handing it to Frypan.

“So, what was that about?” he asked, taking the pot from you and placing it on the stove.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, not sure what he was talking about.

“The “Be careful”?” he asked as he began to cut onions.

“He was just telling me to be careful, what's wrong with that?”

“Why would he jog all the way over here to talk to you for 5 seconds?” he questioned.

You shrug your shoulders, not knowing the reason yourself.

“Come on. Everyone sees the way you two look at each other”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” you said, plainly confused.

“I mean did you ever consider that you may like him?”

You turn your head to look at him “What?”

“Just a thought.”

You begin to clean the counter “Yeah, okay”

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That night, you lay on your hammock thinking about what Frypan had said.

Could you really like Minho?

I mean you guys were together all the time, and sure your heart beats a little faster whenever he's around. But that doesn't mean anything.

Right?

Then it strikes you. You really do like Minho.

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The next day, you find yourself ignoring Minho. You knew that it would be weird now that you finally acknowledged the fact that you liked him.

You were cleaning up the Medhug while Jeff was helping Winston.

“I'm gonna go find Clint,” Jeff spoke, walking out of the Medhut, leaving you alone.

You soon finished cleaning and turned around to find Minho leaning against the door frame.

“What are you doing here?” you asked surprised.

He holds up his finger, which has a paper cut.

You motion for him to sit on the bed. As he sits down, you go and grab a Band-Aid, unwrap it, and make your way back to him.

You grab his finger and wrap the Band-Aid around his finger.

After you're done you look at him, but he’s already looking at you. You quickly diverted your gaze away from him

“All done,” you said as you turned to walk away when Minho grabbed your hand.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“What do you mean?” you said trying to act clueless.

“You know what I mean. What's going on with you? Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“No, you didn't do anything,” you said, sitting down next to him.

“Then what's wrong?”

You sighed “ It’s nothing, just something Fry said.”

“What’d he say?”

“He just said something about how we look at each other and..”

“And?” he asked, waiting for you to continue.

“And asked me if I had ever considered that I may like you,” you said hesitantly as you put your hand on the bed.

“Well..have you,?” he asked, your hands brushing against each other.

You turn your head away from him “Maybe..”

“What if I told you that I may have considered that I like you too?”

You turn your head towards him.

“Seriously?” you ask.

He nods “Seriously”

He puts a hand on your cheek as he leans in.

As your lips were about to touch yours, you heard a cough.

You both quickly distanced yourselves and turned around to see who the cough belonged to.

You saw Jeff and Clint who were giggling like girls and whispering “I told you so”

“We’ll just leave” Clint said as Jeff nodded.

As soon as they both left, Minho grabbed your chin and kissed you.

You were shocked but soon melted into it.

You put your hands on his neck as his went around your waist.

You both pulled away to catch your breath.

“I should probably ask you out right now.”

You laughed “Yeah, you should”

“Would you like to go out with me?”

“I would love to.”

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#minho tmr #minho x reader #maze runner #mazeposting #minho headcanons #minho maze runner #minho x you #the maze runner #minho #minho imagines #tmr minho

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