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nature-hiking · 13 hours
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Waterfalls of the TMR 15/? - Tour de Monte Rosa, July 2021
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dont-let-me-eat-pears · 4 months
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Newt | Peeta
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lostmyremembrall · 11 months
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WB giving me more Slytherin boys to fall in love with
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I finally know what my type is:
It's literally just angsty Slytherins Compelling characters with great arc
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vera27 · 1 month
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unrav3l · 2 months
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a masterpiece my friend dropped
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semicolonsspace · 6 months
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Warnings: p n v, Dacyphillia, multiple orgasms, overestimation, teasing, praising, Threesome, switch!Newt(?), Dom!Thomas, sub!reader, creampie, anal, choking, talk of being caught, Degradation.
|18+| Minors DNI
Imagine it's late at night, the graders should be asleep. But you, Newt, and Thomas are out in the trees away from the others.
You're cuddling into Newt, your hands fisted into his shirt while he slowly fucks into you. Thomas is next to Newt talking about what he did today in the maze. Newt angles his hip back slightly causing you to squeal at the new angle.
"Don't be rude, love; Tommy is telling us how his day went," You whimper and nod, biting his shoulder and staring at Thomas. Thomas continues talking, going into full description to tease you and to make the story longer.
You reach for him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you. He choked on his words and then kissed your tear-covered face.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"S'too much."
Thomas smiles at you, pulling your hair back from your wet face. "Y'can take it, baby," Thomas affirms. You whimper and your eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure.
Newt's thrust was slow, his hands gripping your hips to meet him halfway. Thomas kisses you, his warm soft lips pressing against your quivering ones. Thomas' hand rubs your back, comforting you to take what Newt was giving you. You had already had multiple orgasms during the long talk of how the boy's days went. Your body was spent, running on adrenaline from the amount of pleasure it was receiving.
"You're perfect," Thomas growls kissing your wet nose. Your eyes flutter, the pressure already forming.
"She's gripping me, Tommy," Newt whines. Your mouth falls open, the grip on Newt's shirt becoming tighter.
Newt's thrust becomes quicker and sloppy, becoming unpredictable. Thomas' hands hold Newt's guiding his movement and her body to fuck onto his cock harder. Your head falls back, your arms pushing you back making your naked torso arch. Thomas' face was above yours now, he stared into your half-closed eyes, his eyes filled with a predatory gaze. Your pussy clenches around Newt, his cock twitching inside you. He cums quickly, his body becoming stiff. His cum oozes out of you, a white sticky circle around your hole.
In a swift movement, you were pulled off of Newt, now on top of Thomas. His thrusts were brutal, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"Tommy, please," you beg.
Thomas doesn't give you mercy and continues thrusting hard into you. His tip kisses your cervix repeatedly, the pressure from it making your mind numb.
"Come on, honey. I've been running all day, help me out will ya?" he slurs out.
Newt comes from behind you and guides your head to look up at him. His hand wraps around your throat and gently squeezes the sides. He leans down kissing your lips before littering kisses on your face.
"Love, you gotta help him, he's tired."
You nod quickly, too deep in a mindset to argue. Your hips start bouncing on Thomas, making his cock hitting your cervix like Newt's was earlier. Thomas' cock was slightly shorter, making up for its girth and stretching you out. Newt fingers the entrance of your ass, your eyes going wide.
"You think you can take both of us?" Newt whispers softly.
You nod eagerly, "Please, just want you both."
Thomas chuckles at your neediness; His arms wrap around your torso and stop thrusting into you. Newt's tip goes in, the beginning being uncomfortable. He waits for you to get used to the feeling. Thomas becomes impatient and starts thrusting into you, while Newt goes slowly so you can become used to it.
"Just fuck her," Thomas growls to Newt. He obeys and starts fucking your behind. He grips your ass, spreading it and massaging the plush flesh.
You feel them both, their dicks only being separated by a thin wall. They feel each other as well, the hardness making them turned on when more. You clench around them and they both groan if approval.
"Again," Newt commands. You obey and clench around them longer this time, trying your best to keep doing so.
Thomas reaches down with a hand and starts toying with your clit. Newt's hold on your throat tightens slightly at the sight of the movement. You cum at that, beginning to scream as Newt's hand that was on your ass and covers your mouth.
"Don't wanna get caught, do ya love?" You shake your head, your eyes wide and your eyes furrowed with pleasure from the overstimulation. The pressure returns and Thomas groans.
"You like that, you filthy slut? You wanna get caught?" his thrust gets harder, Newt's thrust being gentle and makes your mind hazy from being gentle and hard at the same time. "You want Alby or Gally to see you like this? Being used like a little whore?" His fingers on your clit, his filthy words, and the pleasure from both men push you over again. You've lost count of how many had, not even caring to count for being consumed by the filthy pleasure.
They both cum simultaneously. Their thrust sloppy and cum dripping from your abused holes. Their breaths are heavy, and Thomas fucks himself through his pleasure while Newt gets pleasure from the feeling of Thomas rubbing against his cock through the thin wall.
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Y/N: *sitting on her bed, reading. Hasn’t eaten all day*
Y/N: *looks up suddenly* Why do I hear boss music?
Newt: *kicks down the door* Y/N M/N L/N
Y/N: OH FUCK-
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voidpetrova · 6 months
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newt fucking you in his WCKD uniform. help?
the sleek, dark-gray jumpsuit with the WCKD emblem prominently displayed on his chest clung to his sweaty, sticky body. the uniform was designed to look utilitarian and functional, featuring numerous pockets and practical details. newt's tousled blond hair and rugged, yet youthful features, contrasted with the seriousness of his uniform. his intense blue eyes and added to his distinctive appearance. despite the uniform, his expression of lust and hunger reflected what he had really been feeling. the face mask was crucial, covering the lower part of his face, from his nose down to his chin. the black face mask added an air of mystery to newt's appearance, concealing part of his face and making him seem enigmatic.
“come on now, baby,” he murmured from his place between your thighs, tongue shooting out to drag through your pussy, his mask pulled over his head. the low and gentle vibrations of his deep voice send shockwaves of pleasure directly to your dripping hole, reverberating through your clit until you nearly began to cry. “thought you promised to be my good girl, huh?” he reached for the nearby vibrator that had been sitting on the bed in wait, bringing it into tact as you whimpered and attempted to shut your legs in retaliation. unfortunately for you, his lean frame kept them open, as did the threatening glare of warning that he shot you before turning the toy on.
the sound of the vibrations alone made you whine, a chill flying straight to your core as you began to breathe just a little quicker, eyes locked on the weapon in his grasp. you knew what was coming next, aware of the pain and the pleasure that awaited you fought against your orgasm. newt knew how to be cruel, but you didn't imagine him being as cruel as he was now, with an unbreakable desire to ruin you.
the moment the tip of the vibrator came in contact with your clit, you began to cry, already too sensitive from the sensation of his tongue inside you. even without the climax, your body felt spent. bruised and overstimulated. you didn’t think you could take much more. no trength to hold off the way he had demanded you to. “shh,” he cooed from between your legs, attention zeroed in on the movement of the toy. the way it circled the aching nerves, the way it pressed into them, deep into the bone. “you can take it, you’re okay.”
he was focused and merciless, digging the tip of the toy deep into your cunt before dragging it across your clit, using it to spread your lips open. the toy loses itself in your arousal, the material coated with your juices as he circled your fluttering hole with hunger. “you’re close, aren’t you, sweetie?” he purred, shifting closer, pressing a kiss to your clit.
when he pulled the toy away, you nearly cried, tears pooling in your eyes as you called out his name. the empty feeling lasted no more than a few seconds, not until he pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling his mask back down his face and under his jawline, only to strip himself of his boxers instead. he was throbbing. long, hard, throbbing and leaking from the lack of contact. it was angry, with the leaky, red tip and unbearable pain searing through him. that pain didn't last much longer, not when he was pushing himself into you without a care in the world.
“newt,” you gasped, finding your fingers intertwining with his, clutching his hands with all your might as he forced your cunt open. “'s too much, newt.” you couldn't see his face, but you could practically feel, touch and hear the smirk on his lips. he fucked you open, in such a beautiful position, you nearly came all over him. he was hovering above you, grunts leaving his mouth as his hips rutted eagerly and desperately, as if he was trying to savor all of you at once. his hands were gripping your tits, fingers trailing down your waist before digging into the meat of your hips. he needed all of you, and he was determined to get it.
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sriracharocks · 9 months
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Tom Riddle Headcanons
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possessive
like, VERY possessive
gets frequently jealous when you talk to boys (because"no one gets to enjoy what's mine")
not really into PDA, reserved in public (except hand holding and the occasional show-off that you're his by kissing you in front of everyone every now and then)
can't get his hands off of you in private
motivates you to study ("my girlfriend must also have the best grades in the school")
is quick to anger but calms down at your soothing caresses
loves it when you hug him but would never admit it out loud
knows about all of your little bodily imperfections and loves them
remembers every detail about you (yes, even the backstory behind the scar you got as a kid when you fell off the slide)
rough in bed, but can be gentle if you ask him nicely
appreciates every thing you do for him, no matter how big or little
would wage the next Trojan War for you if you're not in his line of sight
puts poison in your enemy's pumpkin juice in the Great Hall during breakfast ("your enemy is my enemy too")
always finds time for you, no matter how busy he gets with his ambitions to conquer the Wizarding World
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semina-art · 3 months
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voidstilesplease · 10 months
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"but this ship is not even canon" and "but this ship broke up" and "but these people are literally dead" lol. to YOU. they're making love under the stars to me (insp)
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lollibumblebee · 6 months
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Hiii!! can i please request some dating minho headcannons, female reader? also including some spice/smut if you are comfy
alsoooo, first time requesting!
a/n: NP, here you go! takes place in the glade, b4 thomas
WARNINGS: spicy shit and smutty shit idk bro
DATING MINHO HEADCANNONS:
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Since you are quite literally the only girl in the glade, all eyes are on you
whether in a romantic aspect or not, everyone adores you
Minho would tend to get a bit possessive.
Since he's always in the maze, he can't really see who's getting up close and personal (or trying to)
he would probably appoint threaten gally to watch out for you,
it works out since you're a builder and everyone is terrified of gally, and minho for that manner
the sheer amount of shouting matches and fights this man has gotten in because someone was hitting on you is unbelievable.
Alby can't even put him in the slammer cause that's his best runner
you guys were pretty close b4 you started dating,
like to the point where you would go off work early and wait for him at the entrance
gally ALWAyS shipped you guys (shocker) he didn't let it show, but he would let you go off work to wait for him and shit.
He confessed at a bonfire one random ass night
y'all ended up making out drunk as all get up behind the homestead
you guys didn't become official until months later
but you did have random make out sessions
Obviously, no one knew that was happening
good ol' Benny was tryna slide in and minho got PISSED
like there was an argument and punch on
in the med jacks later, he said that he loved u and wanted to make shit official.
When you guys go get to have quality time together, his hands are always on you, on your waist, around your shoulders, on your thighs, holding your hand, you name it.
You will be on his lap on bonfire night, I assure you
This man is obsessed with your thighs, he loves them so much
like when y'all are making out, he is grabbing them like no tomorrow.
Flirting bro
he loves it
even before you guys started dating, he would flirt to the ends of the earth,
PICKUP LINES????
This man has no problem making you all flustered and shi when he's flirting, but the moment you flirt back he is speechless, an absolute mess of a man.
SMUT TIME Y'ALL
THIS MAN IS A WHORE AND WE ALL KNOW IT
he would be so top energy but the moment u grind on him, it's all over folks, he is WHIPPED
he is weirdly good at this type of shit, like
eating out king bro
loves to be in between your thighs
when you guys had your first time, he was on cloud nine bro
he hadn't even jacked off b4, and that kinda pleasure was unmatchable
let's just say minho is vocal, very vocal
everyone else is traumatised
I feel like he would love it when you sit on his face, and you pull his hair
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gladerscake · 10 months
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Gally: And of course, Y/N was there, looking at everyone with her ridiculously big eyes.
Minho: Why is he talking about Y/N?
Newt: I don't know. I asked him about the new shack and somehow we ended up here.
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justauthoring · 10 months
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Running, Freedom, Salvation (Alternate Ending)
Prompt: “Run, run, run. That’s all we ever do. All we’ve ever done.” You paused, feeling the wind brush through your hair. Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself and met his eyes. “Do you think it’ll finally stop?”
Maze Runner: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight
Scorch Trials: one - two - three - four - five - six
Death Cure: one - two - three - four - five
A/N: I honestly cannot believe i'm adding another part to RFS... but i'm finally giving people the ending they deserve lol. I honestly had so much fun writing this and I just... ahhh I wish we could go back to when I first wrote this series.
Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Tag List: @blackbrokerosey - @some-fantasy-thoughts - @ilovemymoose - @alienadvocate - @itsfangirlmendes - @thatproffessionalfangirl - @nightingalethewriter - @143amberrose - @joycewrites - @floweryukheii - @hey-margot - @hippieballs - @wearegoldeninthenight - @betcoop - @crystalshines2909 - @darthweasley7 - @desired-love- - @honeymoonavenue - @legit-fandom-trash - @musicandbeat - @thespeedofwind - @sellinxhs - @sumlariss - @togetherlikepeanutbutterandjelly - @sarcasmdunbar - @strangerthingsluv - @mythicalamphitrite - @thisishowieroll - @independentgirl​ - @heathernsweets​ - @illumminated - @highly-uncomfortable-titles - @ktminn01 - @awkwardlyarts - @j-marvel-memester - @mdgrdians - @writingandhotcocoa - @shootingstarsaretearsofheaven - @verkyun - @luvelyxp - @minninugget
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You don't think you've ever ran so fast.
The burn in your lungs was a familiar sensation, one you hadn't felt since you'd left the maze -- and that sense of fear? The one coursing through your veins, striking your heart and making it hard to think straight, eyes blurring with unshed tears... It was unlike anything you'd ever felt.
Please. Please make it in time.
You had... You had to make it in time. If you didn't, you didn't know what you'd do. The mere thought of losing Newt was enough to make your heart feel like it was ripping apart. He was your whole world, and you'd never once doubted that fact.
There was no time to think. No time to look back. The clock was ticking towards his inevitable death, and you refused to let the time run out.
You're gripping the serum so tightly in your hands that you're surprised it doesn't crack from the sheer pressure. But you were afraid of letting it go, of dropping it, of breaking it and every little chance of saving Newt disappearing within seconds right before your eyes. The serum in your hand was his last hope.
You can't breathe, but you continue to run. And you don't stop. Until you see Newt and Thomas, the both of them and there's a split second of relief, your feet slowing beneath you, before you blink and properly process what's happening in front of you. Newt's crouched over Thomas, a knife in his hands, inching closer and closer to piercing Thomas' chest.
And his name leaves your lips without thought, a deep guttural cry breaking past your lips that sounds so unlike you you barely register it as you screaming for him.
"Newt!"
Thomas looks at you at the sound of your voice, a sense of relief flooding his gaze, before a cry leaves his lips. The one second of him looking away had allowed Newt to gain the advantage, piercing Thomas in the chest and sinking the knife deeper and deeper in his chest.
You move without thinking, breaking out into a run once again as Newt's name leaves your lips in a shrieking cry.
This time, Newt hears you as well, head snapping to the right and eyes falling on you. You don't realize that it isn't Newt staring back at you, and rather the virus taking control of his body and so when he lunges at you, you're completely unprepared. He slams into you, you just barely managing to dodge the knife still held tightly in his hands, swiping across your face before you lose your footing, falling to the ground with a loud thud.
"Y/N!"
It's Thomas calling for you, but can't see him. Newt is on you, pressing on you enough that you can't breathe, unable to catch your breath as he moves to stab you; just like he'd tried to with Thomas.
Your hands come before you in a panic, the serum slipping from your hands and rolling away from you.
"Thomas!" You cry, using all your strength to hold Newt back; "the serum! Thomas, get the serum!"
You can't see him but you distantly hear him call out in response, before your attention is stolen back by Newt. He's too strong for you, you realize with a panic, the knife growing closer and closer, and you don't have the strength to hold him back anymore; your arms are shaking and you can't breathe properly with the weight of him on top of you.
You see a shadow fall behind Newt, hope flooding you, just as your strength gives out and you just manage to shift in time, the knife lodging itself in your upper left arm instead of your chest. A cry leaves your lips in response, pain erupting up your arm, but as you blink, you realize the weight on top of you has lifted.
"Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?"
Thomas is suddenly in front of you. hands flittering from your cheeks to your arm, now profusely bleeding, helping you sit up as your eyes dance around, confused, until they finally settle on Newt beside you, slumped over.
"It's okay, it's okay," Thomas' breathes, pulling your gaze back on him, "I got the serum, look." He holds the empty vile in front of your face, you blinking at the sight of it before falling back on Newt. "You did it, Y/N. You saved him."
Lips parting, you turn to Thomas, feeling the tears in your eyes finally fall as you let out a sob.
"It's okay," Thomas soothes.
Your eyes fall back on Newt once again, eyes flickering across him, slumped over to his side; but you see the soft rise and fall of his body and it's enough to assure you he's okay.
Hot pain erupts from your arm, causing you to hiss, looking down only to see blood bleeding into your shirt, soaking it.
"Here," Thomas calls, moving to rip off a strip of his shirt, wrapping it around your arm, pulling it tight. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to let him go after you like that."
Smiling softly, you turn to meet Thomas' eyes. "It's not your fault, Thomas. I'm sorry it took me so long to get here with the serum. If he'd hurt you..."
Thomas shakes his head; "all that matters is you did, yeah? Newt's okay."
You nod, letting your hand fall over your injured arm. Distantly, you see Thomas glance over his shoulder and you're reminded of Teresa's message. Smiling gently, you set your hand on Thomas' shoulder, pulling his gaze on you as you nod; "go," you assure. "I'll be okay."
"No, Y/N, I'm not gonna--"
"Go."
One more look at you, and then frowning, Thomas nods, moving to stand up. You send him one last smile before he turns, rushing off, and watch his figure disappear, you slowly shift, being careful not to put any pressure on your injured arm. You move until you're right next to Newt, pulling him back and towards you, right into your lap, until his face is staring up at your own.
With only silence surrounding you, you brush back the strands of hair that had fallen into his face, biting your lip.
The tears build up before you can stop them, a slight shake to your shoulders as you stare down at him, his peaceful expression staring back up at your own. The only trace of what had just happened being the sweat and grime stuck to his face, and the light traces of his veins popping over his pale skin.
"Thank God..." you breathe out, unable to stop the shake of your voice as you curl into yourself, letting your head fall on his chest as you sob. "Thank God you're okay..."
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Rolling over, your hand instinctively reaches out, expecting to feel the familiar warmth of another body beside you, only to fall on the mildly cold, empty sheet.
Eyes peeling open, you sigh.
Pushing yourself up, you rub at your face, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you let yourself slowly wake up, taking in your surroundings. It's quiet, telling you that it's still early and nobody else is awake.
Eyes falling back on the empty spot next to you, you shake your head.
Except for one.
You move to a stand, relishing in the way the cool sand feels against your bare feet, before you push yourself up. You grab a sweater on your way out, wrapping it around you to protect yourself from the cool morning wind, pushing the flap of your tent open, eyeing both ways, before your gaze falls on a familiar figure off to the side, by the far end of the ocean.
Swallowing thickly, you make your way over, footsteps quiet so as not to wake anyone else up, silently sitting down right next to Newt.
He glances at you briefly, before looking back ahead of himself.
"You weren't in bed this morning."
"Couldn't sleep."
Frowning at his short reply, you bring your knees to your chest, hugging them. "I... I missed you."
Newt glances over at you, finally meeting your gaze, before he sighs; "YN..."
"No, Newt," you argue, shaking your head. "You've been so distant ever since we got here... and you won't tell me why. You wake up early, you go to bed late. You're always busy during the day that I never see you. You... You won't even look at me."
You can't help the way your voice chokes up, the distress of everything building as you bite your lip. "It's like you don't even love me anymore."
Newt starts at that, body straightening as he turns to look at you. His eyes are wide and his lips part, as if to argue, before his gaze flickers past your face, lower, and all the fight leaves his eyes as his shoulders slump.
Your lips part, to say something, most of all to ignore the hurt that burns deep inside of you at his complete dismissal of your words. But he's pushing himself to a stand before you can, avoiding your gaze and refusing to look at you as he walks off, without a single word.
Lips left parted, the hurt bubbles up enough to pull a sob from your lips, chest burning at the fact that he'd just walked away from you like that. Without a word.
It had been on your mind for weeks since you'd all arrived here... the second all of you had made it to the safe haven, Newt had been distant. What had started from just being quiet and avoiding your touches occassionally, had turned into him refusing to talk to you, avoiding you at all costs and all together ignoring you.
You hadn't wanted to believe it, but it really was starting to feel like he'd... just fallen out of love with you.
You sit there for a while, holding yourself as you let yourself cry, listening to your own raggid breathing and the sounds of the ocean waves, before the distinct sound of chatter reached your ears and you realized everyone else was getting up. Getting started with their day.
Sniffling, you hastily wipe at your tears, brushing your fingers along your cheeks and ignoring the heavy weight in your chest as you move to stand.
You promised you'd help Brenda with breakfast this morning, so there was no time for tears.
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Brenda can tell there's something wrong but any time she tries to ask you, you just brush her off.
She liked to think the two of you were close, that being the only two girls of your group had helped the both of you bond. And if she asked you, you would of course say the same -- but, she didn't know you like the rest. And if you weren't going to tell her, she figured the next best bet was them.
It wasn't hard for anyone with eyes to tell that you and Newt had been distant, estranged and Brenda had a pretty big suspicion that that was the source of your problems. She'd known enough not to talk to Newt, but the boy had been pretty isolated recently, so it wasn't hard to reach Thomas and Minho alone.
"I need your guys' help."
The two boys glance at each other, before turning back to Brenda. "Yeah?"
"There's something wrong with Newt and Y/N."
Minho's eyes instantly light up in recognition, and his shoulders slump; "you noticed too, huh?"
Thomas, ever so oblivious, blinks; "noticed what?"
Both Brenda and Minho turn to him with deadpanned expressions. "They've been weird with each other. Newt has been distant with all of us, but it's like he's avoiding Y/N. He ignores her whenever she tries to talk to him, and I can tell it's hurting Y/N."
"She barely spoke this morning while we were making breakfast. She also looked like she'd been crying," Brenda explains with a frown. "And she wouldn't tell me what's wrong. But I could've sworn I saw Newt and her at the beach when I woke up this morning."
Thomas frowns; "I didn't see them."
Brenda rolls her eyes; "that's because you were half asleep."
"I'll talk to Newt," Minho offers, frowning. "Neither of you were there, but this is just like after Y/N had her accident in the maze."
Brenda's brows furrow; "the maze?"
Thomas nods; "back in the glade."
"She'd just been promoted to runner," Minho explains, "and we got separated. She said she saw a griever, but it hadn't attacked her, just stared. And then when she moved, it did, knocking her off a high pillar. I'd found her, passed out, with a broken arm and leg. I thought she was dead..." Sighing, Minho shook his head; "when I brought her back to the glade, Newt was a mess. Nobody could calm him down until we knew she was alright and then..."
"And then?"
"And then he just stopped talking to her," Minho shrugs, "he would avoid her, like he was scared of hurting her or--" Pausing, Minho's eyes widen.
Thomas shakes his head; "what?"
"He's afraid of hurting her," Minho repeats, "when he was infected, before he got the serum, Thomas, didn't he hurt Y/N?"
Blinking, Thomas nods; "yeah. He lunged at her before I could stop him, trying to kill her. Then, just as I stabbed him with the serum, he stabbed Y/N in the arm. She still has the scar." Then, pausing, Thomas adds; "but it's not like he did it on purpose. It was the flare."
"Yeah, but Newt would still feel guilty."
Brenda nods, "that's gotta be it. Minho, Thomas, you talked to Newt, i'll find Y/N. Get him to talk to her, okay?"
They both nod.
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"Brenda--"
"Y/N."
Huffing, you roll your eyes; "I promised Aris I'd help him with dinner, I can't just--"
"I'll help him," Brenda cuts you off once again. "You looked tired this morning. You've been working so hard, you deserve a break. Me and the guys decided it."
"No more then everyone else," you sigh, "and besides, Minho and Thomas don't know what they're talking about. I'm pretty sure i've not seen Thomas stop moving all day, so really--" You pause your own rambling as you reach your tent, blinking in confusion as both Thomas and Minho make their way out of said tent. They look briefly panicked at the sight of you, you missing the glare that Brenda sends them, before they offer a smile and a wave, rushing off.
"What were--"
"No worries," Brenda cuts you off, again, "just get some rest, okay?"
With a simple slap to the back, she all but shoves you inside, not giving you any time to argue before she flips the flap of your tent shut behind you. "What the...--" Pausing at the sound of someone else, your head turns, panicked, before falling on; "Newt..."
Thomas and Minho...
It all makes sense then.
"They forced you in here, didn't they?"
Meeting your gaze, Newt nods, but doesn't say anything.
"I'm sorry," you sigh, not sure what else to say. You haven't spoken to him since this morning, and even then it hadn't been much of a conversation. Not to mention, anything before that had been short and brief as well.
You didn't know how to talk to Newt anymore.
"I don't know what they were thinking or Brenda for that--"
"I still love you."
Lips snapping shut, your body tenses at his words.
"I do love you," Newt continues, voice soft. "I'll always love you."
Shoulders falling, you glance at your feet; "then..." and you trail off, but you know Newt knows what you're talking about.
He stands then, crossing the short distance of your tent over to you. Your eyes fall on him as he stands in front of you, oddly feeling nervous, choosing to say silent as he simply reaches forward, taking your hand in his and pulling your arm up. His free hand pushes up the sleeve of your shirt, before his fingers trace across the scar there.
"I hurt you."
Confused, you shake your head; "but you weren't in control... it was the flare, Newt."
"I still hurt you," he argues, "something I promised I'd never do."
"Newt..."
"I can't be around you because I hurt you... I can't forgive myself and... i'm better off de--"
"Don't," you cut in, eyes falling shut as you shake your head. "Don't you dare say that."
"But it's true."
"It's not," you cry, unable to stop the way your voice rises, desperation sinking in. "It will never be true." Reaching forward, you push Newt's hand away from your arm, moving to cup his cheeks. "I thought I was going to lose you, Newt and if I had, I don't think I would've been able to live. You are... everything to me. There is no one I trust more, no one I would rather be with. You are my whole world."
Eyes shining with unshed tears, Newt shakes his head. "Y/N..."
"Please, Newt," you cry, "please..."
Breath shaky, Newt finally allows himself to lean into your touch. "I didn't mean to hurt you...."
"I know," you whisper, "I've never once blamed you."
"I love you so much."
The relief that coarses through you at that is undeniable. Just to hear those words, the words you've been so desperate to hear, is enough to make everything better.
"I love you too," you whisper, glancing up at Newt. "And nothing will ever change that."
-
"Well, that was a success."
Smiling, Minho nods at Brenda; "a complete success."
"He's getting a little handsy, though, so--"
"Dude," Minho huffs, grabbing Thomas' shoulder and tugging him back before he can go stomping into your tent. "Leave them alone."
"That's my sister--"
"Yeah, yeah."
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vera27 · 1 month
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Happy Valentine's. ❤️
They were dueling before this. Harry's glasses were an unfortunate casualty.
Also if you were wondering about the unbuckled pants, well... Tom's other hand has been busy. 🫢
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bellzsad · 4 months
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the wckd suits had me going feral
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