#((klunk: *getting drunk*

[clairyclue]

I saw your showbiz pizza au and I am OBSESSED! There is so much to know! What happened to Wolfman? Is he dead? Does he pull an Alastor and mysteriously disappear for a certain number of years and then return suddenly?

I'm just so curious about this au!

(this needs to be a fic :3)

<3

https://www.tumblr.com/clairyclue/765997438614011904/the-people-have-spoken-ok-ill-try-and-get-this

the reason wolfpack fell apart is because wolfman, a conman whi hadn’t been paying his performers and a drunkard who’d verbally berate them, left in the middle of the night and just never came back.

this wasnt great, considering WP5 was a touring band, leaving two teenagers stranded in a state they were unfamiliar with (beach bear and queenie), as well as his wife and son at home.

(btw before i start the yap sesh a LOT of this lore was created by @ragsandrascals i’m just the only one who posted bout it)

i know i didn’t talk a lot about rock a fire so here’s how WP5 sort of led to that band forming:

fatz joined as a young adult and it completely consumed his formative years, burning him out in a way and giving him no chance of actually making it in the industry after the band fell apart. he becomes a music teacher in LA, then auditioning for RAE when klunk sends out an audition call for performers in the area to work at his new pizza place

beach bear came from uppity rich parents who let him do whatever he wanted, so he’d smoke his nerves away at far too young in the back of fatz car. he gets into some rough times after the band, but then sort of mellows out as a young adult living in his parents beachfront home in LA

queenie- oh, queenie. gloria would do a better job explaining this than me but i’ll try. she was wolfman’s obsession, because he thought of her as a sort of star, a prodigy. he’d get drunk and tell her he admired her and wished he was as good as her, like the sort of pathetic little man he is. there was a point she wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone else because it would “ruin her mysterious image.”

anyway, those three (queenie supervising mitzi because she didn’t want her to become what she had been) formed rock a fire with the other members.

wolfman shows up only once, to colander night (which is when they said a fuck you to chuck’s scripts and hijacked the performance) and nearly has his spine ripped out by fatz.

anyway. i’m tired. i hope this makes sense.

[pentupfortoolong]

Safe Place

"So it's not too long until we reach your uncle's place?"

"Under ten minutes away."

"Good, this whole thing has me side-eying everything I see."

"This coming from the guy who wrote her off as a- and I quote- 'crazy broad'?" "And if we didn't get those letters in the mail, I'd have left it at that! Hey, speaking of, did you get one of those blue flowers too?"

"I got the exact same thing you did, letter and all."

"Geez Darren, why so terse?"

"Steve, I'm a big fan of the whole "getting us there in one piece" thing the kids are raving about. You'll have to excuse me if I'd like to have my eyes on the road while it's raining and heading into nightfall."

"Alright, sorry dude. It's just... like, when this chick says 'You two would make excellent daughters', like... who says that? Of all the fucked up things... and that's putting aside the fact that she looked only a few years older than us. What would you say, 39, 40?"

"42, give or take a year."

"I mean, I know I look young for my age, but what 42 year old says that to someone 36?" "And if I recall correctly, you wrote it off as her being drunk." "And if those letters didn't exist, that's all it would have been. But now I think she's REALLY twisted. I mean, who writes 'Come to me and be my family'? Did she expect us to call the number and be like 'Sure, you can be my new mommy?' "

"I don't know how you expect me to know what's running through her head."

"But the really scary part is that she somehow knew where we lived? Did she follow us home from the bar that night? She must have had a friend help her, there's no way she could have gotten both of us. Do you remember seeing anyone when you opened your door?"

"Not a peep."

"Right, definitely some help then."

"Alright, we're here. The key's under the mat, you go ahead while I park the car out of the way."

"Just don't take too long, D."

"Right behind you, S."

*Minutes later*

"Alright D, I'll find a light switch and-"

"Oh, that won't be necessary. I've got that covered."

"Wait, who the fuck?"

"Hello again, boys!"

"YOU?! You ARE stalking us, aren't you?! We already told you we want nothing to do with you! Darren, come on, we gotta get the fuck out!"

...

"Darren, you're standing in front of the door."

"I've kept up my end of the bargain, Lorna. You'll do the same?"

"I am a woman of my word, Darren."

"The fuck... ohhhh, I get it now, you son of a bitch! You sold me out! You brought me here so she can keep me prisoner for god knows what and you'd get to run with your tail between your legs!

YOU COWARDLY PIECE OF SHIT, YOU'RE NOT LEAVING ME HERE WITH HE-"

*KLUNK*

*Two hours later*

"Uhhhh, the fuck am I? Why can't my- are my fucking arms and legs in chains?! And what the fuck happened to my skin?! It's soft and- my nails are painted?! And when the fuck did my hair get so long and red?"

"Oh good, you're awake!"

"Wait, who the fuck are you?! Are you that crazy bitch's friend?!" "Steve, calm down! Oh sorry, Scarlett."

"D-Darren?! What the... what did she do?! You've got freckles, a-and short black hair a-and tits! ...Ohhhh, she got you too, didn't she! You attempted to throw me to her to save yourself but she went back on the deal and now she's put us in these super-realistic costumes! Well, you deserve it, but if you help me get out of here, I MIGHT not cut you out of my life." "Three things: - These aren't costumes, this is all magic. - My name is Daisy now - The deal was never to give you over to here in exchange for my freedom. It was that she would change BOTH of us. But I knew you'd never go along with it willingly, so I had to play it cool." "But-" "I didn't believe her at first. But I called the number on that letter, and she... she knew things she couldn't have. And she promised I could be the girl I always wanted to be. And I offered to bring you along as proof of my commitment."

"Wait, you've always wanted to be a girl? And you never told me?"

"It's not the kind of thing you can easily share." "OK, this is a lot to take in. And finding out magic is, what, a real thing?" "I know, right? But thanks to Mom, I can live out the dream I always wanted! She even made me younger in the process! Now I'm an 18 year old girl who will also start to learn magic!"

"OK, dude, I can see your dick while you spin."

"Oh, that was one of my conditions, and Mom was all too happy to let me keep it!"

"Stop calling her Mom, this is all so messed up! "But she IS our Mom, like how you're my sister."

"The fuck you mean?" "The pill she gave us to change our forms had some of her blood in it. Now we ARE her daughters, in more ways than one." "YOU, maybe. I don't want this, change me back!

"Not happening, sis. That wasn't part of the deal. Besides, you haven't seen yourself yet. Here, I brought a mirror for you!"

"I don't know how you think that's going to make a diff- oh, wait. I'm actually... kinda hot?" "TOTALLY hot, babe! I wouldn't have Mom play favourites now, which is why she made us both the same age, and you get to keep your cock, too!" "... Huh, so I do." "If you're feeling calmer, I'll take the chains off. I'm sorry we had to do this, but I know how much you fly off the handle."

"OK, I'm calm, I'm calm."

"No escape attempts?"

"No escape attempts." "Are my girls getting along OK?" "Oh, hi Mom! I was just getting ready to bring Scarlett out!"

"YOU?! I didn't ask to be turned into a girl!"

"No but your dear sister was right to bring you both to me. I knew deep down she wanted this, and I've always wanted a daughter to share my wisdom with, and now I have two!"

"And maybe more, right Mom?" "We'll see, sweetie. Is your sister getting used to the idea of being a girl?" "When I get out of here, I'm undoing this and turning you both into frogs or something!"

"Oh my, someone's testy! Daisy, I think your sister needs to spend more time down here."

"OK, Mom. I'm sorry."

"Oh it's not your fault, sweetheart. You've taken to this so well and I'm proud of you! Now, let's go upstairs and make a potion that will solve this for us."

"Coming, Mommy!" "Now Scarlett, while Daisy and I are working, you have time to think about where things go from here.

If you behave, we can be a nice, happy family. But I can, and will, make a potion. I can make one that will regress your age further and make you a helpless baby, or one that will erase your memories and Daisy and I will fill your head with whatever you want."

"You wouldn't."

"I definitely would. It might even get to the point where I decide Daisy will be my only daughter, but you'll be our French maid."

"But I don't speak-"

"Oh, you will. You'll forget everything, including most of the English you know. Or if Daisy's behaving really well, and you're especially disobedient, I might just tweak things and make you believe you're Daisy's girlfriend."

"Wha-"

"Or I can go further- I can make you a fucktoy for us both, and all you will know and ask for is how you can please us."

"The fuck?!"

"Oh, you rage, but I see your member down there, getting hard. Maybe you DO want that? Maybe there's a part of you deep down that's excited you're a girl but your stubborn ego refuses to reconcile that?"

"I-I..."

"So, will you behave? And you'll accept your new family?"

"Y-yes, I'm sorry. You can be my new Mommy. I'll sit here and think about how I can be a better girl for you."

"That's all I want, sweetie. I'll be back to check on you in a bit."

[amicusmechanica-blog]

“Remember to drink responsibly and do not operate any vehicles while under the influence. It is dangerous.”

[thenotsogoodtwin]

"I'm going to get drunk by myself tonight and no one's gonna stop me!". Klunk announces proudly whilst groping a bottle of mixed berry wine. Apparently this would officially be his second time getting drunk. Only having done it so few times due to his tendency to behave lewdly while under the influence. 

[the-fiction-witch]

I Can’t

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING: SMUT

I stood with Gally and Alby all of us a little drunk as the box had brought up some scared little kid that we couldn't even get out the pit without klunking his pants so we mostly all decided to get drunk of moonshine "It's hot out today" Alby says "Yep" I nodded having another sip "You know what else is hot?" Gally asks "Your face" I said "by which I mean it will probably be very hot and burnt when I push your face into the fire if your going where I bloody think you are" "I was only saying y/n looked hot tonight," he smirked "I can't control myself when she walks around in those little denim shorts" "Don't be a dick gal" I told him "just because she's walking around in her shorts doesn't mean you can talk about her arse" "Whatever, lucky shank" he groaned as Alby left "What?" I asked "You get to sleep with her you lucky shank," he says "I don't sleep with her, we just share a room," I said "which I wouldn't have to if you finished her hut" "How does it's work you two sharing a room?" He asked "I leave early for work and go for my shower and get dressed in the bathroom" I explain "I get back late normally she's asleep" "Don't you ever.... Get a little flirty glimpse?" He asked "No, because I'm not a pervert," I told him "I'm off to bed" I sighed giving him my drink and heading up to my room "ohh hi y/n" I smiled seeing her sat on my bed "you okay?" "Ummmm newtie" she smiled jumping and hugging me nuzzling into my chest "Uhh, you okay?" I asked but she didn't answer she simply looked up to me grabbing my neck and pulling my lips to hers I instantly tasted the moonshine on her lips she was drunk much more then I was and I wasn't exactly sober myself I panicked but relaxed against her soft beautiful lips, I never wanted to stop kissing her In my panic my hands were sort of up in the air so I carefully rested them on the tops of her arms just below her shoulders and above her elbows finishing the kiss we were doing at that moment and pushing her back she smiled widely nuzzling into my neck "Uhhh... okay" I said in shock "Uhhh are you drunk y/n?" I asked

"Come on newt" she giggled holding my hand and dragging me towards my bed

"Y/n what the bloody hell is going on-" I began but she grabbed my neck and pulled me back to kissing her so I kissed her back a little my own drunkness not helping as of course, I wanted to kiss her so it as hard to stop myself when she's literally throwing herself at me but I pushed her away "Y/n!" I argue "You can't just snog me to avoid answering my questio-" I began but she grabbed my dick through my pants"Holy shuck!" I yelled "Y/N!" I yelled in shock

"what?" she giggled "don't you want me to touch?"

"Well... of course, I do" I blushed "Just uhhh maybe you know give me a bit of warning before you grope my cock!"

"why?" she giggled

"because that is just kinda common courtesy when your gonna grab someone by the cock love," I tell her

"aww come on newt" she smiled wrapping her arms around my neck and nuzzling close lightly grinding her hips against my own

"Look y/n I think you've had a little too much to drink tonight I think you should just get tucked up in bed," I told her trying to get her into her bed she did happily go with me sitting on her bed and bit her lit looking at me "Right now I think you should have some water and some rest"

"hehehee" she giggled grabbing my hands and pulling me to sit with her on her bed

"Okay I'll sit with you love" I smiled

"kissy" she giggled

"well... okay" I blushed to give her head a little kiss but sh pouted "Alright" I smiled giving her lips a little kiss but she took that opportunity to grab my hands and put them both on her breasts "Uuuhhhhhh... whoa," I said In shock "uhh Ummm they feel so good so good" I groaned giving them a little squeeze they felt amazing better than I ever imagined "- No!" I said stopping myself ripping my hands away even if I wanted to have my hands there forever  "I can't" I complain

"why not?" she whines

"I just can't love... your drunk, I'm nowhere near sober, it's not right... w shouldn't be doing this when we have had too much to drink" I explain

"But newt" she whines

"No, not like this," I told her giving her head a kiss "if you still want to when we're all sobered up tomorrow then  will one million percent give you everything you want"

"Okay," she sighed "Can we still kiss?"

"If you want" I smiled giving her another kiss

[demons-n-daydreams]

Oblivious

Pairing: Minho/Reader, fluff, blink-and-you-miss-it angst

Warnings: violence (a fight)

Requested by: anon

Request: 

Hii Honey :) I saw your requests are open. Can you please do one where the reader and Minho are quite close and running partners and she's just as sassy as him. She often drops hints that she likes him more than just a friend but he doesn't get it and so one night during the bonfire all drunk she's flirting madly with Gally and Minho completley loses it, challenging him to a fight. Minho wins but he's hurt and reader is taking care of him and he confesses his feelings for her. Thankssss

Word Count: 3.1K

Author’s Note: Sorry this, along with a bunch of other requests, took a little while. Life’s crazy. Anyways, as you can see, I was really creative with the title… not.

Summary: Minho’s an oblivious idiot who really doesn’t know how to pick up on other’s emotions. (spoiler: so are you.)

Your name: submit What is this?

It was an unusually hot day today. You could feel yourself tiring out much faster, the heat of the humid air draining your body of energy and making you pant. You and Minho had stopped for more water breaks than normal, and eventually, your canteens ran empty, the two hours planned for your run now seeming impossible. About twenty minutes after you both ran out of water you stopped and took yet another break, leaning side by side against the stone walls to get some shade. After long moments of failing to get the willpower to move, Minho gave up, panting tiredly, “It’s too shuckin’ hot. We ain’t gonna finish today. Head back?”

You sagged in relief. Wiping your forehead with the back of your hand to try to remove some of the sweat stinging your eyes, you groaned, “Shuck, yes. ‘Bout to sweat my buggin’ tits off.”

Minho snorted, shoving your shoulder. “Aww,” he mocked playfully, “we can’t have that, now, can we, she-bean?” You let yourself believe that you didn’t imagine the once-over he gave you. Heat that had nothing to do with the blazing sun raced down your spine at the smirk he sent you, the smug little expression unfairly attractive. No person that sweaty and red should have been able to look that good.

You shoved him back, not bothering to suppress your grin. “Slim it, Mean-ho. You’d be devastated, and you know it.”

Minho raised an eyebrow, then lunged, hands coming up to tickle at your sides. You shrieked with laughter, instantly recoiling towards the wall behind you to try to get away. “Who you callin’ a mean ho, huh?” he asked, grinning as he tickled you mercilessly. “Huh?”

“Minho!” you cried desperately, nearly choking on your laughter as you slapped at his hands. “Shuck, sorry! Please! Please!”

Minho was laughing too, and after a few more seconds of your squirming and shrieking, he finally stopped his attack. Your chest fluttered a little when he didn’t release his hold on your waist, your faces less than foot apart. Your wide smile slipped into a suggestive little tilt, eyes staring up at him from under your lashes. For a moment, you were staring into each other's eyes.

“Well, this is nice,” you murmured, a little smirk rising on your face and you laid a hand on his bicep.

And then, with the same oblivious, casual smile he always had when you tried to hit on him, Minho pulled away and said, “Don’t get too comfy. Race you?” before taking off.

You stood at the wall, for a second, stunned. Are you shucking kidding me? You narrowed your eyes as you stared in irritated disbelief at his retreating back, and facepalmed, shaking your head in exasperation before you ran after him yelling, “Shuckin’ cheater! Come back here, slinthead!”

This month’s Greenie's name was Mitch. He was short and stocky, skin a light cocoa and dark hair cropped short. Newt assessed him while giving him the Tour, deducing that he’d probably end up a Builder.

“So,” Mitch said after Newt had explained every job in the Glade, body language no longer as tense as it’d been when being pulled from the Box. “Is it just us? No girls?”

Newt inwardly groaned. He hated this question, and it seemed as if every Greenie obsessed over it. Then they always found out about Y/N, and always were obnoxious for days as they went through what he like to call the “Y/N Effect”. The first stage was intrigue at her existence as the only female in the Glade. The second was amazement; compared to many of the boys residing in the Glade, Y/N was exceedingly competent- there was a reason she’d been made a Runner. The third stage, which most grew out of (but some didn’t, like Minho, who refused to admit it), was an intense, all-consuming infatuation, which was not helped by Y/N’s dry, charming sense of humor and inclination for physical contact.

“Actually,” Newt sighed, “there’s one. Y/N. She’s a Runner.”

Mitch’s eyebrows went up. “You put the only girl here in the most dangerous job?”

Newt just shook his head, not bothering to make a fuss at the sexist comment he heard every month from every clueless Greenie. “She can take care of herself. Better than most of us shuckheads.”

Mitch didn’t protest the fact, just shrugged and took it in stride. He tilted his head as if to ask another question, but abruptly stopped walking, pointing off towards the North Door. “That her?”

Newt turned to where he was pointing, watching you and Minho exit the Maze. “Yeah.”

Mitch looked at you appreciatively, eyes roaming up and down your figure, clad in only a thin, long-sleeved shirt and shorts. “What are my chances?”

Newt’s head snapped over to Mitch, eyebrow raised. “Good luck with that one, Greenie. She’s pretty much taken.”

Mitch deflated a little, watching as you shoved Minho’s shoulder playfully, the expression on your face obviously flirtatious. “I’m assuming by him? And what do you mean, ‘pretty much’?”

Newt laughed at his disappointment. “I mean, the two shanks haven’t admitted klunk, but the last Greenie who made a move got his nose broken. Best to stay out of it, mate.”

Mitch just shook his head disappointedly, before moving past the matter, focusing again on more important aspects of his new life. “So, what kind of stuff do Builders work on again?”

Even though you’d made it back to the Glade early, by the time you’d arrived, the Greenie had already come up. His (sadly, not her) arrival had the Gladers buzzing; the day had been hot and the work hard, and everyone was looking forward to unwinding at the bonfire. By the time the fire had been lit, everyone was bursting with energy, their exhaustion from the day long forgotten.

After about half an hour of joking around, you and Minho had split off, him with Newt and you with Gally. Most of the Gladers found it strange that you were so close with both Minho and Gally, seeing as it wasn’t exactly a big secret the two Keepers didn’t get along at all. But you and Gally both had clicked despite your strong personalities, ever since you’d come into the Glade a few months after him. You’d gotten so close to him, in fact, that you’d been politely ignoring the bets the other Gladers had made behind your backs as to whether you’d end up with Minho or Gally. But your relationship with both boys were like night and day; with Minho, he was your partner in every sense of the word. You trusted him to support you when you needed him, and despite your playfulness and flirting, you knew that he meant something to you that no one else (at least, not that you remembered) had ever meant to you before.

With Gally, the flirting the others had constantly ribbed the both of you for was really just a misinterpretation of your closeness. He was a rock in your life, almost like an older brother. Still, despite this, even Minho had commented on it, almost irritated at the thought of you with his “rival”.

You paid no attention to the whooping and catcalling as you walked with Gally away from the fire, going to help him carry crates of his special “drink” (which, much to your dismay, he still hadn’t told you the recipe for) from the Homestead. They booed when you flipped them off, and you laughed, sending Minho a teasing wink when you passed by him. To your confusion, he didn’t laugh or wink back, an almost angry look on his face as you walked off.

You raised your eyebrow at him but he just looked away from you, still looking slightly pissed off. You made eye contact with Newt, who (strangely) gave you an exasperated look, shaking his head before going back to Minho. You furrowed your brow before ultimately shrugging off their weirdness, not wanting to deal with it when you were supposed to be having a good time.

“So,” you turned to Gally as you both made your way to the Homestead, “you finally gonna tell me what’s in the moonshine?

Gally scoffed, looking down at you while raising an eyebrow. “You really think that was gonna happen, shank?”

“Why you gotta do me wrong like that, Gally?” you pouted, running a hand through your hair to keep it out of your face. “Don't I treat you right?”

He snorted, making you shriek when he poked your ticklish stomach. “Slim it. Don’t think I don’t know it was you who convinced Dan to take my clothes when I was taking a shower last week. I swear, you’re the only one who gets away with this klunk.”

You widened your eyes innocently, putting a hand on your chest as you gasped offendedly, “Me? Wow, Gals, didn’t take you for the type of man to accuse a woman of such a crime. ‘Sides, you were the one who tied my wrist to the bed while I was asleep and made me late for a run! Alby and Minho nearly had my head. I can’t believe you, that was so mean!”

As you both approached the Homestead, Gally threw his head back and laughed, opening the creaky door for you. You stepped past, grinning at him despite the faux-ire in your voice. That had been pretty funny, looking back now.

You both bantered and laughed as you made your way back to the fire, setting down the crates of mystery moonshine and taking one each.

Heading over by the fire to sit side by side against a log, Gally swung an arm around your shoulders as you continued to joke around. His booming laughter rang in your ear as you ranted about Adam, last month’s Greenie who continued to make pathetic passes at you despite your constant rebuttals. You didn’t notice the death glares you were getting across from the fire, too involved in your story.

“Bloody hell, Minho,” Newt sighed, running his hands through his fluffy blonde hair in exasperation, absolutely done with his best friend. “Could you make a move on Y/N already? It’s sickening, watching you act like a jacked-up klunk about her.”

Minho didn’t tear his fiery glance away from the girl in question as she sat with Gally, responding in a flat voice, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, shank. I ain’t actin’ any different.”

Newt scoffed, thumping Minho in the head and ignoring his indignation. Shifting on the log they were sitting on, he said, “That’s because you’ve been gone on her since the day she came out of that buggin’ Box. She feels the same too, you know, you’re just too jacked to see it. Just watch, one day Gally’s going to make a move on her, and you’ll still be sitting your dumb arse here, watching her slip out of your fingers-”

Minho stood up, shoulders tense. “That slinthead ain’t getting klunk!” He stood there, looking like an idiot, still glaring in Y/N and Gally’s direction. “You know,” he said after a few moments, voice worryingly calm, “Gally didn’t fight at the last bonfire. I think I’m going to offer. Help him blow off some steam, ya know?”

Newt rolled his eyes, watching Minho storm around the fire, anticipating the impending clusterfuck that was about to take place.

You stood outside of the fighting ring next to Newt, eyebrows furrowed as you watched Gally and Minho prepare to fight.

“What’s up with him?” you asked, bewildered at Minho’s unusually aggressive posture. “He get too much moonshine, or somethin’?”

“Honestly,” Newt sighed, rolling his eyes, “you two are the dumbest shanks I’ve ever met. Bloody deserve each other.”

You looked up at Newt, slightly offended. “What? What did I do?”

Newt shook his head, but before he had a chance to reply, Minho threw the first punch, catching hard on the side of Gally’s face. You jumped, wincing as Gally stumbled back before lunging forward, punching Minho back with a pissed off expression on his face.

Minho staggered under the blow, lip split and blood coming down in a little stream down his chin. With fire in his eyes, he charged, tackling Gally to the ground with a wild cry and throwing hit after hit, holding nothing back. After a few hard punches Gally blocked Minho’s fist by shoving his arm to the side, wrestling him underneath him, both boys grunting as they struggled. Gally gained the upper hand, growling as he slammed his fist into Minho’s face, and you covered your mouth in horror, unable to look away from the violent display. The boys all jeered and whooped as Minho threw Gally off, sending him rolling across the dirt. Your breath caught in your throat at the look of pure rage on his face. While both Gally and Minho had both fought in the ring before, you’d never seen Minho this intense and brutal. He stood menacingly over Gally, pulling his foot back to kick at his side before Alby walked into the ring, saying, “Alright shank, you got ‘im. You got ‘im!”

Minho stopped, chest heaving as staggered back from Gally’s groaning figure, turning away to face you. You looked at him warily for a moment before asking cautiously, “You good?”

Minho nodded jerkily, opening his mouth to reply before wincing, hand coming up to wipe at the blood leaking from his swelling lip. You sighed a little before grabbing his arm.

“Let’s get you to the Med-jack hut,” you said, leading him away from the crowd of boys. Jeff moved as if to follow you, but you waved him off, assuring him, “It’s okay, I got it. Been there too many times with this dumb shank, we’re good.”

He nodded, turning away to help Frankie pick Gally up off the floor. You were tempted to help him out, but someone was already handling him, and one look at Minho’s bleeding and bruised face had you wanting to clean him up as quickly as possible.

You sighed, shaking your head at Minho. “Jeez, shank. Let’s get you patched up.”

Minho was uncharacteristically quiet as you sat him down on a bed and rummaged through the cabinets, looking for a clean towel and some wound disinfectant.

Wetting and wringing the towel, you turned back and stood between his legs, reaching for his face. He winced as you dabbed at his hurt lip, but you had no sympathy for him, still a little shocked at his uncontrolled, violent display earlier.

“Why the shuck did you go so hard, slinthead?” you fretted, cleaning the already-swollen and split skin at his cheekbone. The blood on his tanned skin reddened the towel as you swiped at it as gently as you could. “Gal piss you off, or somethin’? I can talk to him, if you want. You didn’t have to beat his face in.”

Minho shifted uncomfortably. “Naw- he- he didn’t- shuck. It’s just-” he cut himself off, refusing to look you in the eye.

“What?” you asked, growing confused as he continued to avoid your gaze. “Hey,” you tried to look into his eyes, concern rising. Setting the towel down, you gently grabbed his chin, forcing him to face you. “What?”

He sighed, face pinched and hands gripping the side the bed, tight enough to make the muscles in his arm bulge. “It- he was talking to you. His arm was around you, and you were laughin’, and I just…” he trailed off, mortification clear in his voice.

You stared at him in disbelief for a moment, hand dropping and stepping back. “Were you- were you- jealous?” you asked, confusion coloring your voice a little. At his embarrassed, hesitant nod, an indescribable high soared through your body. You choked out, “Klunkin’ hell, shank, why didn’t you say so?” before lunging forward, covering his lips with your own.

He stiffened for a second in shock, then came alive under your hands, arms wrapping around your waist. His mouth was hot under yours, bottom lip swollen on one side, and his tongue peeked out, smoothing over your lips to coax them open.

You opened for him without hesitation, sliding your tongue against his as heat ran through your body. One of his hands came up between your shoulder blades, bringing you closer, while the other slid down, gliding over the backside of your thigh before guiding you to climb into his lap, lips temporarily parting as you straddled him. He took advantage of the separation to place his hot mouth on your neck, making you tilt your head back and moan as he sucked a mark into your feverish skin. Your hands gripped at his shoulders, and you let out whimper as his left hand tightened around the back of your thigh. His right hand came up to grip at your side, directly beneath your breast, thumb grazing the underside.

“Oh- Minho-” you gasped as he pulled away, leaning back to admire the mark he made. He flicked his gaze up to your eyes, and the two of you sat there, panting and staring at each other for a few moments. Just as he leaned back in to reconnect your lips, you blurted out, “I can’t believe you thought that I would get with Gally.”

You immediately flushed red, chastising yourself for ruining the mood, but Minho burst out into laughter. After a few seconds of embarrassment, you joined him, both of you laughing hysterically like a bunch of jacked-up klunks.

“Damn, she-bean,” he sighed, once you’d both settled down. His hands were resting on your hips as you continued to straddle him, big smiles of both of your faces. “Guess I shoulda said somethin’ earlier, huh?” His expression shifted to slight indignation. “Though it ain’t like you gave me any indication!”

Your face dropped, and you stared at him in exasperated disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?” At the flat look he sent you, you threw your hands up in the air, climbing off his lap. “I can’t believe you, Minho!”

You walked away from him, trying to hide the amused grin on your face as he trailed after, calling for you to come back.

@mrsbarness, @arulaa,@ty-picalfangirl

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Everything I Ask For | Newt x Reader

Request: Hey love your imagines! Could you please do one with Newt where a new girl comes up and they are soul mates and Minho flirts with her and Newt gets mad? Thank you - Anonymous

 Warnings: None Word count: 2,258

 A/N: Thank you for the request! This was fun and cute to write. There’s a tiny bit of fluff at the end but I was trying to keep it from getting too long. I hope you like it!

The thing about drowning is that it is not a quick and merciful death. The pain in your head and chest before you’re allowed to finally die is so severe that you are forced to gasp for air even if you’re surrounded in water.

But I was no longer in water.

I cough harshly, my lungs desperately filling with oxygen as I begin to drunkenly take in my surroundings. I was in some kind of a metal cage that was moving up like an elevator, only much faster than I can remember an elevator moving. As I try to pinpoint an exact memory of being in an elevator, I realize that I don’t know anything: like how I got here, where I’m going, or even my own name.

The cage only seems to be getting faster and I try to scream, but I can only cough up more fluid. After a minute, I manage to hoarsely yell, “Help!” as if it would do anything.

As quickly as it started moving, it has now come to a stop and I squint into the harsh light as the doors above me are slowly opened. Figures appear in the light, but my eyes still haven’t adjusted enough to make them out.

“It’s a girl,” one of the blobs says with confusion before jumping into the cage in front of me.

He’s close enough now that I can make out some features: he’s tall, with short spikey hair and dark brown eyes. His eyebrows raise even higher as he looks over me, like I’m a show piece and not a person.

When I look up again, I see twenty or thirty people start to come into focus. I can see why the one in front of me had made a comment about my gender – they’re all boys.

He takes another step towards me, his height becoming even more intimidating and I quickly retreat away from him, my back hitting the back of the cage. There’s a screwdriver rolling around and I grab it and point it at him.

“Alright, Greenie, it’s okay. No need for that,” the tall boy says but he takes another threatening step so I stab one of his outstretched hands and run behind a stack of crates.

“Ow!” he yells and starts walking towards me again but another guy jumps in behind him and puts a hand on his back which stops him in his tracks.

The tall boy rolls his eyes and climbs out of the cage while the shorter one advances towards me. I hold out the screwdriver in the same defensive position and he holds his hands up and stays in his spot.

“You’re okay, love,” he says in a funny accent. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“You’re not?” I ask, finally finding my voice.

He smiles kindly and shakes his head at me.

“Good,” I say, before throwing the screwdriver at him with all of my might and climbing up the back wall of the cage, away from where the other boys were peering down at me like I was an animal in a zoo.

I take off in a sprint away from them, taking in the new environment. As far as my peripheral could tell, the place was surrounded by a tall cement wall. There’s a huge opening just ahead of me so I make that my goal destination. To my disappointment though, two guys emerge from it as I almost get close enough to go through.

“Whoa!” one of them yells as they grab me, holding tightly onto my arms and not letting me get further towards the wall.

“Let go of me!” I scream, and I can hear the boys that surrounded the cage catching up.

The second boy comes back over to me, a tiny blood spot on his collarbone from where the screwdriver made contact. “Please don’t run!”

“Okay,” I tell him, and he looks at me for a second before nodding to the Asian boy who was holding me and I’m let go.

I stay in my spot, fixing my jacket which got tousled up during my unsuccessful escape. I look back up to the second boy. He’s a few inches taller than me, with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. His hands are still up in a cautious position as he gets a few steps closer to me.

“Good,” he says, hesitantly, “I’m Newt. Do you remember your name or anything about yourself?”

I shake my head immediately. “No, I swear. I don’t know anything. I can’t-“

“It’s okay!” he says, stopping me. “It’s normal. We’ve all been through it. I can’t say much for any of your other memories, but you’ll get your name back in a few days.”

I nod at him, looking around at the whole area now. The walls go around the entire perimeter, with three other entrances besides the one now right behind me.

Newt sees me looking at the wall. “You can’t go out those doors.”

“Why? They did!” I say angrily, pointing at the two guys to my left with the funny looking leather packs.

“I’ll explain that. I’ll explain everything. Just please promise me you won’t try to leave again,” Newt says.

I take a deep breath, looking at the eyes surrounding me. Although most of them look confused, none look particularly malicious. I nod my head in response.

“Good that,” he says. “Alright, the rest of you bloody shanks need to get back to work. You know the drill. The rules don’t change just because there’s a girl now.”

The population begins to drift off towards other parts of the land, none of them going anywhere near the doors.

Newt walks closer to me, gesturing to the area around us. “Now, let me give you the tour.”

 --

 The sun – which I now know is artificial – has gone down and the ‘Gladers’ are throwing a bonfire. Newt says they do it every time someone new comes up. To me, it just seems like a reason for a bunch of teenage boys to get drunk and hit each other.

Newt hasn’t left my side the whole day, and is currently sitting next to me against a log trying to get me to drink out of a jar with a gross brown liquid inside.

“No, thanks. You should never drink anything a stranger offers you. Haven’t you seen the movies?”

Newt’s eyebrows furrow. “Which movies?”

I stare at the ground, biting my lip. “I don’t remember.”

“Look,” he says and takes a big gulp of the contents, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. “See? I wouldn’t drink it if it were poisonous.”

I roll my eyes and take the jar from him, taking a sip and grimacing as it burns my throat.

I hand it back to him but he only stares at me, wide-eyed.

“What?” I ask, starting to freak out. “Oh, god, it was poison, wasn’t it?”

“No!” he laughs, setting the jar down in between us. “I just have never seen a Greenie not spit it right back out.”

“Well, it’s disgusting. That’s for sure.”

Newt points back to the tall, threatening boy from early who I now know as Gally. “Gally’s recipe. Tastes like klunk but it gets the job done.”

I’m still working on the terminology of this place, but I do know that was my first and last sip of that stuff.

Newt scratches at his wrist again, cursing under his breath as he watches the rest of the Gladers.

“What’s wrong with your arm?” I finally ask, since he’s been messing about with it since my tour earlier.

“Just my soulmate mark,” he answers as if that were any kind of reasonable response.

“Your what?” I ask.

He laughs at me. “You know, the name tattooed on your wrist that tells you who your soulmate is.”

“You have a soulmate?”

He chuckles again. “Everyone does.”

“Okay, then what’s the name of yours?” I ask him, afraid to look at my own wrist.

He frowns. “I don’t know. It’s still blank. But it’s been itching. I bet it’ll show up any day now.”

I lean back further on the log. “Do you think it’ll be Gally or Winston?”

“Neither. I think it’ll be Jeff,” he says without missing a beat, making me crack up.

“Seriously?” I ask.

“No!” he laughs. “I’m not gay. But it doesn’t necessarily have to be someone I’ve met yet.”

My stomach seems to fall a little at that. If I were his soulmate, it would’ve at least shown up after we met. But I push the thought aside. Just because he was nice to me today doesn’t mean he’s my soulmate.

Nevertheless, I look down at my wrist and see… nothing.

“I guess I haven’t met my Prince Charming yet either,” I say, showing him my blank wrist.

He smiles at me. “Good that. You don’t want any of these shanks anyway.”

“No,” I sigh, “I guess not.”

 --

 It’s been almost two months since I’ve come up in the box and I still don’t remember my name. The guys started calling me Red because I manage to make either myself or someone else bleed almost every day.

Last week, I was getting bandaged up for cutting my hand on the plant scissors. I think Newt sweet talked his way into making me a Track-hoe so that I wouldn’t be stuck as a Slopper, since I kind of suck at everything.

Today, however, it was somehow my fault that Minho ran into a tree at the same time I dropped an entire basket of corn after something bit me on the arm.

When it’s lunch time, I sit down next to Minho and try really hard not to laugh at the fact that he has two tampons in his nose. I don’t think any of the other Gladers realize that’s what they are.

Newt sits across from me, looking uncharacteristically pissed off.

“You okay?” I ask him, doing anything I can to get my mind off of Minho’s condition.

��Yup,” he says curtly, continuing to stir his food around with his fork and not meeting my eyes.

Minho laughs next to me. “He’s mad at me.”

“Why?” I ask as Newt shoots him a threatening glare.

“Because I only walked into a tree because you bent down and I was checking out your ass,” he says unabashedly.

I crack up laughing and Newt turns his angry eyes on me.

“Seriously? That’s funny to you?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah. Why not?”

Newt gestures to the entire room. “So how about every Glader just starts staring at your ass. And your chest. That’s okay, right? But no, that won’t be enough. Then they’ll want to touch. Would that be alright? For them to just come up and touch whatever they want, whenever they bloody want?”

“Geez, Newt, relax,” Minho says.

“Wait, you’re mad at me because I’m not mad at Minho, and that somehow makes it okay for me to be sexually assaulted by the mass majority?” I ask him, angry.

His features go soft. “No, Red, of course not.”

“That’s not my name!” I scream at him. “Why would you call me that?”

He’s never called me that. It was a way for the other guys to make me feel inferior to them. It was the same thing as calling me ‘klutz’ or ‘shank’.

“It’s what everyone else calls you!” he says, his voice rising again.

“When did you start acting like everyone else? Or caring what anyone else thought?”

Newt looks away from me and I stand and walk quickly to the door, trying to get anywhere else but here. I can take the names and ridicule and rude comments from literally everyone else, but not from Newt. Not from the boy whose name I desperately hope to see pop up on my wrist every day. My soulmate who is not my soulmate.

I head towards the Deadheads because there’s too many people everywhere else but I hear footsteps following me.

“Wait!” Newt yells after me but I keep my head forward and continue walking.

“Please!” he tries again but I throw my hands in my pockets and keep my head high.

“(Y/N)!” he shouts desperately and I stop dead in my tracks and turn to face him.

“(Y/N)…” I whisper, turning the name over and over in my head. “(Y/N)! My name is (Y/N)!”

I want to jump up and down in excitement but I can’t because, “Wait, how did you know that?”

He reaches me and takes a deep breath, before showing me his wrist. “I just had a feeling.”

‘(Y/N)’ is written in bold letters across his wrist. My mouth hangs open. It’s definitely my name. I can remember it perfectly now. But why isn’t Newt’s-

I look down at my wrist and finally­ I see the four letters I’ve been willing to show up since the first night in the Glade. I think about earlier how I thought a bug or something bit me, but it was just Newt’s name finally appearing.

I look up at him, smiling.

He smiles back at me. “Hello, soulmate.”

I laugh before pulling him into a kiss.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I whisper when we finally pull away.

“I’m sorry for being an ass earlier,” he says to me.

“You were being a total Slinthead,” I correct him and we both smile. “But I forgive you.”

Newt responds by pulling me into another kiss.

The end.

Requests open.

[imagines-tmr]

imagine #8

character - Gally

words - 1642 (way longer than I thought it’d be)

warnings - Slightly sexual content (though not really)

description - You grind against Alby at the bonfire to discourage other boys from flirting, but end up making Gally jealous.

a/n - requested anonymously; hope it’s what you wanted, nonnie!

“Gally, you slinthead,” you said through gritted teeth. “Why the shuck do your threes look like eights?” You waved the blueprints you were holding in his face. “I cut too much wood off!”

The said Glader tried to stifle a laugh as you glared at him furiously. “It’s clearly a three, (Y/N). Not my fault you can’t shucking read.”

The two of you had been trying to build a new table for outside the Homestead. With all the new additions to the Glade – including yourself – the Builders had been tasked with trying to expand everyone’s eating space. Everything had been going great until you’d started following Gally’s sketches – you’d gotten the measurements completely wrong because of his stupid god-awful chicken scratch.

You put your handsaw down a little too brusquely and slumped down beside your workbench. “I hate you,” you muttered. Gally rolled his eyes at how dramatic you were being and crouched in front of you.

“Do you really?”

The more you looked at him, the harder you had to try and suppress your smile. There was no way you could stay mad at Gally; he was your favourite person in the Glade. He was the only one who didn’t actively flirt with you anytime you were around him. Though he had done that in the past, he’d quickly stopped when you’d vocalized how you hated it. It wasn’t really so much that you disliked the attention from the other boys, but you didn’t want to just “hook up” and have that be the end of it. You were somewhat of a hopeless romantic, which Gally didn’t understand. He’d always thought romance was a bunch of useless klunk and it had never really been on his mind, given the situation you were all in.

“No, of course I don’t,” you replied. Grinning, you pushed him backwards. He lost his balance and fell on his butt, which made you burst into a fit of giggles. “That’s what you get for having such bad handwriting.”

He shook his head and smiled too. It was this side of him you loved most. Whenever he was around other Gladers, he was an asshole. Not many could tolerate him, and not many tried. But when Gally was with you, he was carefree and happy. He’d told you many times that it was just an effect you had on people – that everyone was better off with you around – but you liked to think that it was because he cared about you more than he did about the others. Which, in a way, was probably true.

As the two of you continued skimming over his blueprints and started confirming every measurement again, you heard someone clear their throat beside you. Both you and Gally looked up to see Jeff – you smiled and Gally glared.

“The shuck do you want?” Gally asked, tensing.

Jeff gave him an equally nasty look. “I wanted to talk to (Y/N),” he said.

Gally snorted. “We’re busy. Go patch someone up or something.”

You nudged Gally, giving him a pointed look. “Don’t be such a slinthead.” Sweetly, you looked up at Jeff. “What is it?”

Suddenly, he didn’t seem so tough anymore. “I – I was just wondering if you wanted to spend your break with me.”

Immediately, Gally opened his mouth to speak, but you were quicker. “I’d love to. But I’ll have to finish here first, alright?”

Jeff nodded, grinning, and walked away with a slight bounce in his step. You sighed deeply and turned towards Gally – who was now fuming beside you. “Alright, make sure that I never get a break today,” you said. “They asked for one bench? Let’s build three.”

All of Gally’s sourness evaporated in an instant. “You sure you wouldn’t rather spend some time with your boyfriend?” he teased.

“I just didn’t want to say no to him, okay? He mustered up all that courage to come up to me and ask me that, and it would be so mean to just shoot him down. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.” You narrowed your eyes. “We can’t all be a dick as easily as you, Captain Gally.”

He rolled his eyes again – he did that a lot around you – and got up to start working.

That night, the Gladers held a bonfire. It was very last-minute, but you figured that you had all worked very hard in the past few weeks and needed a break. Besides, you loved getting drunk with Gally – he was always so much fun when he had alcohol in his system. He’d start wrestling with the other boys, and everyone always wanted a turn to impress you by showing you they were stronger than him, but Gally always won one way or another.

You watched as Jeff eagerly jumped up to have a turn with Gally, probably trying to make up for not having spent his break with you that day. Gally swept Jeff’s legs from under him instantly, and the poor Med-Jack was gone. Clint had to help him walk out of the sandpit.

“My hero,” you motioned to the person standing beside you – Alby. He never drank much at bonfires and didn’t let loose the way the other Gladers did. You always thought it had something to do with him being second-in-command – a handsome boy named Nick was your current leader, and he and Alby always butted heads when it came to making decisions.

Alby scoffed. He, too, wasn’t a big fan of Gally. “Yeah, he’s alright,” he said.

You noticed how tense he was being and furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he replied indifferently. “I just don’t feel like celebrating much.”

“You’re the most boring shank in the whole shucking Glade, you know that?”

You’d slurred your words somewhat – a side effect of having had too much of Gally’s secret recipe – and it elicited a small chuckle from Alby. You laughed too, proud with yourself for having broken through the boy’s defenses.

Then, the boys started playing music – some Gladers brought out makeshift drums, and Nick started playing the guitar he’d made himself. You always liked it when he played – it was always the highlight of every bonfire – though you couldn’t vocalize that to Alby.

A few Gladers started calling out to you from behind. “Hey, (Y/N), dance with me!” one of them shouted.

You wrinkled your nose and grabbed Alby’s hand. “Come on,” you said. “Let’s dance.”

He began to protest, but when you wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed yourself into him, he let out a shaky breath and went quiet.

In fact, the whole Glade went quiet. The music stopped, the talking ceased, and the only thing you could hear was the fire crackling.

You broke free from Alby’s grasp and looked around; everyone seemed shocked to an extent. The boys who had been calling out to you looked like someone had whacked them upside the head with a log; Jeff’s mouth was wide open; and Gally—

Gally’s reaction was the worst. He shook his head at you and headed towards the Homestead. No one noticed him leaving as they were too busy trying to grasp what you had just done. Your face turned red, but you laughed it off. Nick started plucking at his guitar again, taking away from the tension around you. Slowly, everyone broke off into their own conversations, and before you knew it, the bonfire was somewhat normal again.

“Sorry,” you said to Alby, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

He smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Why? It shut your admirers up real quick, didn’t it?” He glanced over your shoulder. “But you sure your boyfriend’s okay with it?”

A look of confusion spread across your face. “My boyfriend?”

“Your hero? Gally?”

Boyfriend. It seemed like such a nice word for Gally.

“I’ll go check on him,” you said. You pushed past other Gladers and ran as fast as your legs could take you towards the Homestead. Walking inside, you called out Gally’s name and began looking for him.

You found him inside the kitchen; he was at the sink, downing a glass of water, the muscles in his back tensing. He turned his head when he saw you and smirked.

“Alby’s one lucky shank,” he said. “Jeff looked heartbroken, did you see that?”

“You’re not mad?”

“A little. But I know you’re not into Alby.”

You hit his arm. “Then why’d you shucking leave like that?”

“It got you away from the bonfire, didn’t it?” Gally poked at your cheek. “But shuck, I didn’t know you were able to pull a dirty move like that, (Y/N). What happened to all that romance klunk you said you liked?”

“Shut up,” you said, swatting at his hand. “I just wanted to shut everyone up. I’m tired of those stupid shanks thinking they stand a chance.”

Gally’s eyes widened in mock-surprise. “And I thought you were a sweet little girl who didn’t want to hurt people’s feelings.”

“I’ll break your face if you call me little one more time.” Then, you remembered what he said before. “Why were you mad then?”

He put down the glass he was holding. “Because if you wanted to make them jealous, don’t you think I’m the first one you should have come to?”

“You?”

Gally nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it did make sense; if you two got together, no one would ever dare flirt with you again.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” he said. “You and me together.”

Your face flushed. “And you have?”

“All the time.”

Woah, you thought. Did he mean that?

“Gally, what—”

“Make what you will of that.” He brushed past you and walked out of the kitchen, the door to the Homestead opening and shutting just as quickly.

[part 2]

[zivazivc]

My (very random) headcanons for TMNT2012 (made up by me or taken from other versions/fans):

The brothers all have Facebook accounts, have like 5 friends and constantly post inside jokes that April and Casey don’t understand half the time.

Raph is really good at math but it’s never addressed because he’s still way behind Donnie.

Leo is Mr. Perfect at everything except he can’t cook, sing or whistle if it meant saving his life.

April thought them all to drive (Leo was the worst student to work with).

After about a year Chompy grows into the size of a St. Bernard  in a span af a few months then stops growing again for a while. Raph still insists he fits on his shoulder.

Leo has accounts on multiple Space Heroes fansites and writes fanfiction - the bad kind, with a lot of cheesy oneliners.

Donnie and Raph are both really good at drawing while the other two aren’t at all despite Mikey liking to draw.

When they were little Mikey and Raph would fight over the night light because Mikey didn’t like the dark but Raph hated the light because it attracted insects.

Leo’s partly at fault for Raph’s bugphobia.

Splinter didn’t think the turt babies were very intelligent until the first one of them spoke.

Raph was the shortest for a really long time.

Casey’s parents are both alive although divorced. He often visits his mom outside the city that’s why he’s not in every disaster episode.

Mikey has a secret notebook for his pranks where he has all of his brothers’ likes, fears and weaknesses documented and it quite freaky how thoroughly analized inside-out he has all of them.

Splinter was depressed at the time of his mutation (the mutation making it only worse) and the baby turts dependence on him was the only thing keeping him from commiting suicide in the first couple years. :(

Donnie was the first one of them who got dead drunk.

Karai (without wanting to) still considers the Shredder as her father more than Splinter.

Mikey doesn’t have to do daily chores around the lair because he’s the family cook.

Donnie hacks into satellites for fun.

Leo took the “pinkies out” to heart and never holds cups differently.

Splinter has been doing the “healing hands” for years on that poor tree to keep it alive with so little sunlight.

Casey has a grandma from former Yugoslavia and he got that čefur[gopnik] in his blood.

Splinter loves Spanish soap operas and with whoop ass if the boys don’t get off the TV when they’re on.

Donnie sometimes runs on coffee alone for days.

Raph has a secret DeviantArt account (and I support him).

The boys decided (with a bit arguing) who’s the youngest to oldest when they were little.

Mikey has ADHD Donnie said so.

Angel makes subtle Shrek puns/jokes around the turtles, mostly Raph.

If there’s no training Leo sleeps until noon.

Splinter didn’t have the white fur from the beggining. It came with years of stress caused by 4 hyperactive boys.

Renet likes to pop up unannouced just so she can eat real 21st century food and not future artificial muck.

Raph has seen himself in eyeliner thanks to April and “spin the bottle.”

Mikey has a layer of soil under his bed from decayed food.

Donnie’s part of a LARPing group at some random kid’s basement.

Raph once had a realization nightmare that Slash might remember everything pre-mutation, and dearly hopes he has no memory of all of his “alone times” in his room.

Karai will one day walk into the lair with bleached eyebrows and no explanation.

We never realized it but Casey’s tooth gap expanded for one more tooth thanks to Raphael.

Shredder loves his dog Hachiko.

April encourages Casey to cheat on exams because he’s a lost cause.

Donnie owns stock and runs a business from his home computer and buys all the food for the family.

Casey is like a dog after taking a bath: fricking terrified until he dives into the nearest (manure) dumpster and gets that familiar smell back.

The boys all have low self asteem due to them being outcasts.

Raph is a whisperer for all animals smaller than him (the horse is proof).

Mikey will eventually rescue another cat and name her Klunk.

When they arrived at the farmhouse for the first time Raph refused to go into the forest/meadow for 3 days because he saw a grasshopper(!!!) in the grass by the porch.

Mikey was super excited about owning chickens and loves petting them.

Leo still gets days when his healed knee hurts too much to support his full weight.

When April grows up she becomes a detective.

Casey’s a garbage collector and still busting heads.

When Raph was 13 he wanted to go to Hot Topic (I’m pretty sure he still does. -The fishnets gave him away.).

In the future the turts all have their own weird bunches of human friends that they hang with sometimes.

I’ll end it here before this gets out of hand! I excluded headcanons about ships, crushes, sexual orientations, etc. to avoid pointless discourse and hate. Don’t mind adding your own headcanons to this post. :)

[dontbethatshank]

First Kiss

Alby: Your first kiss is a hazy memory, but a sweet one. You were one of the first Gladers to enter the Glade, you came up with Alby, Newt, and all the others who were in the first group. It wasn’t long after that all the guys realzied you were the one and only girl, possibly the only girl to ever see the Glade. Months went by and only other boys came up, not that you minded. But Alby was very protective of you. He insisted you sleep in the Homestead and he insisted he sleep in the room next to you to ensure none of the other guys got any ideas. You agreed, begrudgingly, but you agreed. You remember one night, you woke up ina  cold sweat, a yelp leaving you mouth. You had been having nightmares the past few weeks but all you rememebr were these flashes of memories, of being trapepd in a glass box, of seeing these people clothed in white. But it was almsot like your memories were being wiped away clean everytime you woke up. Alby heard you and rushed in, thinking one of the guys got too tipsy at the bonfire or maybe the Greenie didn’t get the message, but instead all he saw was you, breathing hard and withsweat and tears streaming down your face. he crawled into your bed silently, stroked your hair, and pulled you into his chest, rocking you gently. You fisted his shirt and shuddered out a sigh, finally choking down your cries. In the dark you looked up at him, your mind hazy and your thoughts unclear. “Thank you,” you whispered, and as he was about to whisper back his response, you leaned up and kissed him, your chapped lips pushign against his smooth ones, tears rolling down inbetween your lips. He held you close and pulled back, rubbing your cheek softly. “You’re welcome,” he whispered, and kissed you again. The next morning you thought it was a dream, until you roleld over to find Alby, fast asleep behind you, his mouth open with snores coming out, his shirt riding up, and his arms flailed around him. It was a sweet kiss. A sad, sweet kiss that helped the nightmares subside for the night.

Gally: With Gally, your first kiss was your favorite, one you wish you could relive over again. You weren’t one of the very first Gladers, but you came up in the box within the first year, shocking everyone but easily sliding into their routines. The boys obviously grew found of you, but Gally grew the fondest as well as the closest to you. You remember you had asked him to come help you clean some clothes, since several of the boys in the gardens had slipped in a muddy patch and ruined their only clean clothes for the rest of the month. Half of them worse old ratty clothes, the others went shirtless and wore baggy old boxers. You had finished restocking with the medjacks and no one needed you, so you decided to go and clean the boys’ clothes in the small little pond in the deadheads in a bucket with some spare soap you found in the supply crates. Gally happily agreed and followed you, carrying some of the clothes while you carried the buckets and soap, along with some rope to tie to a couple trees to dry the clothes on. You dipped the muddy clothes in the pond and scrubbed off most of the dirt by hand, Gally following suit. You instructed him to do that with all the others, while you grabbed the bucket and put soem soap in it, going down a few feet to the ‘cleaner’ water of the pond to fill it up. Gally scrubbed the clothes, you dipped them in water and scrubbed them again, and then dipped them into the clean water once you rung them out to get out the remaining soap. You guys had almost finished all the clothes when Gally reached down and splashed youw ith the water. Gasping, now covered in cold water, you laughed and splashed him back. Mischeviously, eyeing the buckt of the ‘clean’ and now partially soapy water, Gally grabebd it as you ran off, knowing what was going to come. you both laughed wildly, runnign around the pond and the trees. Eventually Gally caught up to you and backed you against a big, thick tree, grinning as he went to pour the water on you. Trying to avoid getting even more wet as well as getting caught up int he moment, you grinend and leaned forward, kissing him. Gally stopped all movement, but after a few seconds he kissed back. It was soft and sweet, you both were a bit wet and your clothes were sticking to you, but it was a memorable moment. As you pulled back, Gally smiled widely. In return, you simply smirked, ashoved the bucket he was holding, causing all of the water to splash onto him. “You little... Y/N!” Gally yelled, as you ran off. He chased after you, laughing and grinning widely. It was a fun day, and after that, Gally never was as ‘harsh’ as everyone first found him to be. Now he enjoyed doing chores and helping you wash the dishes and the clothes - Alby was confused by it and Newt just didn’t want to know why. But you couldn’t complain.

Newt: You had been in the Glade for about 7 months now, the others had all been here for about 2 years. So you weren’t a stranger to the way of the Glade, nor were you a stranger to the overprotective nature of the boys. But tonight, it was a celebration - a bonfire. You had gotten a new Greenie andthe ritual of the Glade called for a bonfire, booze, fighting, food, and music. You normally just served the food, hung out with your friends, and watced Gally kick the klunk out of the Greenies while cheerign him on (yes, Gally had grown on you and you had forced yoruself to grow on him - it was a balanced enough friendship). But tonight, for no other reason than to just let loose, you decided to drink. And boy oh boy... did that get crazy fast. Three glasses of he ‘special Gally mix’ and you were gone. You were dancing with any and every guy in the Glade, you even tried to fight Gally - obviously loosing, but causing him to burst into laughter as you huffed out a “Well, that was uncalled for, and also very rude” as he pushed you otu of the circle, causing you to roll onto your stomach. You were the life of the bonfire, and no one minded - it just made everything more lively. But Newt, who stayed off to the side, became a bit worried. Alby told him to just let you be, you weren’t hurting anyone or anything, but Newt insisted you should go to bed. Standing up from his small place that was hidden behidn one of the logs, he began to walk over to you. “Y/N!” he called out from you, maybe two or three yards form you, on the other side of the fire. “Neww-wwt!” you sinsonged back, turning around and running right at him. He was afraid you weren’t going to stop, but instead, you jumped up, bracing yourself on hsi shoulders, and he hastily grabbed your legs. You laughed, loudly with your had thrown back. “Good catch!” you grinned, before leaning down, kissing him, your arms now looped around his neck. the entire Glade paused, everyone, and I mean quiet literally everyone, looked on. You puleld back, seeing a wide eyed Newt with a small smile on his face. you giggled and laid your head on his shoulder, letting out a small yawn. “I think...” ALby began, coming up behind Newt, placing a hand on his other shoulder,”that she is both drunk and about to pass out.. better tuck her in.” Newt nodded and hoisted you up, throwing you over his shoulder as you bursted into another fit of giggles. “Byyy-yeee guys,” you sing songed, waving at everyone. The Gladers just laughed, waving back at you as you were taken off to bed. You tried to avoid any alcohol after that, but all the guys tried to give it to you after that night. Drunk you was a bit... crazy.

Minho: Quickly, almost the week after you entered the Glade, you became a runner. When you came up in the box, surrounded by guys, you became terrified. You dashed away, running as far as you could. The boys began to laugh, but then Gally became fully aware; “She’s headed for the maze!” he screamed. Everyone ran after you, but you kept running,a nd running, and running. You traveled quickly, your legs going as fast as possibly, you jumped over anything in your path, agility being another definetely strong suit of yours. But, before you made your grand escape, one of the boys who had stayed near the barn to finish up a chore was able to jump out in front of you, wrapping hsi arms around you and fighting you to the ground. And again, you quickly overpowered him, getting up to run again, but Gally had gotten a hold of you, begging you to stop fighting. You screamed, begging for them not to hurt you, and eventually Alby forced them to put you down, doing his best to convine you that no one would hurt you. After that, ltos of teasign came, many friendships were built, and you became an automatic runner per the say of Alby. Afterwards, it’s history as they say. You became runner, you soon knew the entire outline of the Maze, and you were respected among the other runners. One day, while out running with Minho, you two were joking and talking, making small talk as you both ran. you cut off vines to leave a path for you both while Minho wrote down the directions in a small notepad. You both came to a halt, hearing a whirring noise to your left. Slowly you both looked to see a Griever, maybe three yards away, and it had spotted you too. you both took off in a mad dash, the Griever close behind. You back tracked and tried to go towards the Glade in hopes of out running it, but as you rounded a corner, there was a bit of rock that had fallen off of one of the walls. You let out a small screech as you stumbled over it, tearing up yoru knee and shin, making it harder to run. Minho looked behind the two of you before picking oyu up bridal style and runnng as fast as he could. “There!” you yelled out, pointing at a thick patch of vines. You squirmed out of his arms and quickly scrambled over to the wall. Pulling back some vines you shwoed him a small hollowed out space. He quickly pushed you in and then crammed himself into it wiht you, pulling the vines back. You both held your breath, waiting until the Griever whirred past, until you could no longer hear the clicks or the machine gears. Letting out a sigh of relief, you pulled back the vines slowly. You and Minho got out, looking around you, up the walls, down the run ways; everywhere. With a grin, you turned towards him. “Fuck yea, you shank!” you yelled. Grinning back, Minho high fived you, causing a loud smack. After a second of victorious grinning, you lunged forward, almost as an instinct, and cupped his cheeks, kissing him. It was hard, and passionate, and both of your hearts were racing from adrenaline. You pulled back after a mintue, Minho with a stupid, ditzy grin on his face. “Thank you,” you said,”for saving my life... I guess I owe you.” Without a moments hesitation Minho gave you a reply, “You can pay me back by kissing me like that again.” Sassy and quick on his feet; as per usual.

[nemoofoz-blog]

"Hamlet As Told On The Streets" by Shel Silverstein

Now Francisco and Bernardo, they was guardin’ the castle, Leanin’ on their spears, not lookin’ for no hassle, Havin’ themselves a brew or two, When out in the night they hear woo-wooo-wooo. And here comes this ghost, lookin’ ragged and rank, In a rusty suit of armor, goin’ clank, clank, clank. They say, "Hey, Mr. Ghost, are you our dear departed king?" But the ghost don’t say one motherfuckin’ thing. He goes, "Wooo-wooo-wooo." They say, "Hey, we better split, And go tell Hamlet about this shit." So they run find Hamlet, they say, "Hey, sweet Prince, Your daddy’s ghost been seen runnin’ hither and hince. He’s all full of maggots and he’s grizzly and grim, Somethin’s rotten in Denmark and -- whew -- we think it’s him." Hamlet say, "Oh, are you sure it’s my pop? Did he have matty gray hair with a bald spot on top? Did he have bright blue eyes that never know fear And a tattoo says GERTRUDE FOREVER right here?" They say, "Hey, the thing just flittered by our station, We didn’t give him no physical examination. And we don’t know for sure if your daddy was the one, But we do know a motherfuckin’ ghost when we see one." Hamlet say, "Show me where you spied this spectral klunk So I see if it’s my pop, or if you was both drunk." So they bring ol’ Hamlet to the spot, and then They wait five minutes and wooooo --- Here he comes again. He got gray skin, black teeth and hollow eyes, Beckonin’ like this -- young Hamlet cries, "Hold, spirit of darness, are you a ghostly apparition?" "No," says the ghost, "I look like this from malnutrition. Of course I’m a ghost, but sone, don’t be scared, And I’ll tell you some shit that’ll fry your hair." He says, "You got two relatives, I won’t say which, But one’s a bloody murderer and one’s a faithless bitch. Why, I was takin’ a nap in the garden right here, When my ambitious brother pours some poison in my ear. And before my body’s even cold he’s wearin’ my pajamas, Layin’ up in my bed with my crown on his head, Doin’ somethin’ sinful to your momma. And the terrible thoughts of what they’re doin’ up there Is more than a poor old ghost can bear. So you gotta revenge me on this harlot and this knave Or else I’ll never rest in my motherfuckin’ grave." Well, this information just flips Hamlet out. He starts walkin’ like this, with spit hangin’ out his mouth. His eyes are all bleary and his tongue looks worse, And he’s talkin’ in couplets and blank fuckin’ verse. I mean the dude is indecisive, He don’t know how he’d like his eggs, And he’s got no opinion on tits, ass or legs. He can’t decide which horse to play at the track, And when they ask him what suit you wanna wear today? He say, "Ah��um…gimme the black." He calls his uncle a murderer, Calls his momma a whore, And he can’t get it up for Ophelia no more. Oh, and Ophelia? She’s tryin’ her best To make him feel better, Wants to polish his crown jewels, But he won’t let her. "Stead of sayin’ yea, the fool says nay, And the whole court’s figurin’ he must be gay. Well, then in come Hamlet’s oldest friends, Rosenstern and Guildencrantz, They say, "Hey there, Ham, you gloomy Gus, Get up – get down – and party with us. We brought you some actors, Some tunes and some lyrics To put on a play to boost up your spirits." Hamlet says, "Hey – songs and skits, That gives me an idea that could stir up some shit. We’ll put on a play – "N" that could be just the thing To catch the conscience of the king, If there is a conscience in the motherfuckin’ king." So Hamlet calls all the actors, he say, "’Fore this drama starts, I’m gonna tell you suckers how to play your parts. You gotta speak the speech like I pronounced it – Don’t rush it, don’t milk it, don’t drag it, don’t bounce it. I mean, do it trippingly on the tongue, Or else I’ll see your thespian asses strung up and hung. And don’t saw the air with your hands flappin’ wild, "N’ don’t go mouthin’ my words in some method style." Then the lead actor says, "Hey – are we alive? Or just some talking meat that’s gotta listen to this jive? I have read this thing you call a script And it ain’t too bad, it’s got a few little dips. But with some new dialogue and a few minor edits – Hey, do you mind sharing writer credits? But this part about the king? -- poisoning his brother? I play this wile the real king’s watchin’? Sittin’ with your mother? You must be out of your cotton-pickin’ mind. He’ll cut out my tongue, he’ll gouge out my eyes, He’ll boil me in oil and send me to hell." Hamlet says, "How about double scale?" – The actor says, "Well… "I want my name above the title, three percent of the gross, I want that tall brunette as my dialogue coach. I want approval of director and a juicy per diem, And if there’s changes in the script, I got to see ‘em. I want a dresser, and undresser and a hairdresser, too, And I gotta-gotta-gotta have the biggest dressing room. I want an escape clause that lets me out in a month, And the first thing I insist is that you fire that cunt. I want transportation to and from every show, I want complimentary tickets for everybody I know. I want my brother and my cousin hired to play in the band, And don’t go tryin’ to sneak in any extra matinees. And next time you wanna speak to me, Check with the director first. Now will you please go away and let us rehearse?" So Hamlet slinks off, lookin’ for a backer, Mutterin’ how he’ll never ever talk to another fuckin’ actor. And him and Horatio, they walk down a ways, Till they see some clown diggin’ a mouldy grave. Hamlet picks up a skull, he says, "Who was this sucker?" They say, "Yorick." He says, "Yorick? I knew the motherfucker. He used to be court jester. Hey, Yorick, show us how You used to make them funny faces – Why ain’t you laughin’ now? I’ve kissed these lips, I know not how oft." And Horatio quips, "Hey, let’s not announce how oft you kissed them lips. I mean people already talkin’ ‘bout the way you walk, And the fact that you ain’t givin’ Ophelia no nook." Oh, and speakin’ of Ophelia – Polonius, her daddy, Says, "Hey, that prince is drivin’ my little girl batty. Got her runnin’ all night and sleepin’ till noon, God knows what else he got her doin’. But he’s our royal prince, lord of earth, sky and water, But he’s also a horny little pimply-faced shithead Trying to hump my daughter." So Polonius calls Ophelia and says, "Listen, darlin’ daughter, I hope you and Ham ain’t doin’ things you shouldn’t oughter, ‘Cause you let ‘em touch an ankle and they wanna grab a knee, And they never buy nothin’ that you let ‘em have for free." Ophelia says, "Hey, Pop, I know the score, You think I wanna wind up another palace whore? I got the dud sendin’ me letters and babblin’ ‘bout the moon, I really do think his bells are out of tune." "Well, don’t you go dingin’ his bells," says Polonius, "’Cause if he throws you in the grass, I’ll get your big brother Laertes to kick his royal ass." Now Laertes overhears his name bein’ bandied about, He says, "Hey, Pop, you signin’ my ass up for somethin’ My head don’t know about?" Plonius says, "Son, it’s Hamlet, that loony tune, Been fed all his life with a silver spoon. He’s in my face and on my neck, I mean the dude ain’t playin’ with a full damn deck. He’s bumblin’ around twirlin’ his crown, And callin’ me a fishmonger all over town. And he’s charmed your baby sister with his rhymes and his riddles. Hey, you think she’s puttin’ on a little weight around the middle?" Laertes says, "Hey, Pop, she ain’t no baby, She got a set of jugs tha’d drive any prince crazy. Now that’s just a natural fact and not lust or incest, And if she shakes ‘em right, she could be a princess." "That’s right," says Ophelia. "That’s my scheme, And the way kings been dyin’ ‘round here, I could wind up queen." "Enough," says Polonius. "That Pince has ruined my day. Now we gotta see his fuckin’ play within a play. Hell, the place’ll be drafty, the seats won’t be com’fa’ble, I wouldn’t go at all but these tickets ain’t refundable. Prob’ly full of symbolism, I won’t understand it, Shit, I hope it rains and all the critics pan it." So they go to the play and everybody’s there. They got diamonds on their doublets, They got ribbons in their hair. Lords, ladies, dogs, babies, all in attendance, The marquee says MURDER, DECEIT AND VENGEANCE. ONE OF YEAR’S TEN BEST. DO NOT MISS IT. So everybody figures it’s another piece of shit. And they’re bitchin’ ‘bout their seats, buckin’ the line, Scalpin’ tickets and sippin’ wine, Rattlin’ their programs, twistin’ in their chairs, Tryin’ to catch if any celebrities are there. Then the play begins – and ooh, looky here – It shows the king puttin’ poison in his brother’s ear. And King Claudius is watchin’, and -- ooh -- is he pissed. He says, "I know who’s responsible for this." He calls, "Hey Gertie, come here, hon. What the hell’s the matter with your jive-ass son? I give the kid room, board ‘n’ remedial education, And he calls me a murderer, and other wild accusations. Hell, I’d sue him for libel for implyin’ that shit. But the libel laws ain’t been invented yet. Just ‘cause I’m bangin’ you, he’s givin’ me hell, I think he wants to hump you his own damn self." Queen Gertrude says, "I think he’s goin’ through An Oedipal rejection, seein’ his uncle Replace his father in his momma’s affection." "Oedipal?" says the king. "The punk is givin’ me some shit. I’ll send him where I sent his pop if he don’t quit. So you tell him it’s better to leave some things unsaid, Or he’ll be puttin’ on his crown without his motherfuckin’ head." So the queen runs to Hamlet, she says, "Oh listen, son, Y’better suck up to the king before some foul deed gets done. It’s true he wears black socks and Hawaiian shirts, But that ain’t no reason to treat him like dirt, Because he is your uncle, and I do wear his ring, And most of all, he is the motherfuckin’ king." "Don’t say mother-fuckin’ king," says Hamlet. "Please, Somehow that phrase makes my blood freeze. My daddy was a handsome dude with dignity and class, And this fat fool got hair on his back and boils on his ass. Can anybody get you in their goddamn bed Just ‘cause they got a crown on their goddamned head?" His momma says, "Hey, before you go off the deep end, There’s some things about women you gotta comprehend. "Now milkmaids and queens, we all have filet mignon dreams, But when the steak is gone, you will eat the beans. And when you’re out of beans, you’ll chew the shoes off their feet, But you eat. Just picture me – a sweet young thing, Then boom – my husband’s dead – and this sucker’s king. So it’s ‘heat the meat and act real sweet’ Or wind up with my ass out in the goddamned street. I got cellulite, I got varicose veins, I got a hip gets stiff every time it rains. And -- this -- is what nursing a baby can do, "Course, honey, I’m not blamin’ you, Though you were such a hungry child, But life goes on and a queen must smile." Then hark – just then Hamlet hears a sound From behind the curtain – like a mouse skitt’rin’ ‘round. But it’s really Ophelia’s daddy, spyin’ for the king, Listenin’ and takin’ down everything. Hamlet yells, "A rat!" and he stabs at the place, And kerplunk, out falls Polonius on his eavedroppin’ face. Hamlet sees it ain’t the king, he says, "Oh shit, Y’finally do take action and this is what you get. Now I killed my girlfriend’s poppa and I’m covered with his blood, How do you explain this to someone you love?" Then here comes Ophelia, callin’, "Daddy, Daddy dear, Hamlet, is my daddy in here?" Well…he is… and he ain’t – but someone should have told the cat Y’don’t wanna get stabbed, don’t make noise like a rat. She cries, "Oh, my daddy’s dead and I can see You stuck it in him like you stuck it in me. I can’t believe the shit you done to me. You used to want all – now you want none of me. Is this your perverted way of makin’ fun o’ me?" Hamlet says, "Hey then, get thee someplace… Maybe a … a nunnery." "Get me to a nunnery?" Ophelia moans, "Now that you ate the chicken, you wanna try and hide the bones? With your poetry and promises you messed up my brain, You are a dirty dog – and not a great Dane." "Please," says Hamlet, "I’m in a crazed condition. Can’t you see I’m torn by indecision? To be or not to be? That’s the fuckin’ question That’s givin’ me migraines and indigestion. Should I take arms against a sea of trouble, Or just walk around goin’ gubble-gubble-gubble?" Ophelia says, "Hey, you don’t fool me a bit, You’re fakin’ all this psycho shit, ‘Cause if you’re insane you don’t have to kill the king, Or marry me or do any damn thing." Ham says, "Hey, go bake a cake, or give your booty a shake, Or take a jump in the motherfuckin’ lake –" Well, that’s where he made another fatal mistake. Y’see he didn’t really mean for the bitch to do it, But she’s gone like a flash, and run, jump, splash, She’s floatin’ and bloatin’ ‘fore anybody knew it. "Oh, when it rains it pours," says Hamlet, "Ain’t no doubt, Here’s another thing I gotta feel guilty about." Well, they have Ophelia’s funeral and everybody’s there. They got diamonds on their doublet, they got ribbons in their hair. They’re rattlin’ their beads and twistin’ in their chairs, Tryin’ to catch if any celebrities are there. And it’s a pleasant event, until into her grave Leaps her brother Laertes and he rants and raves. He’s shakin’ his fist and pullin’ his hair, Gettin’ his ass tangled up in his underwear, Jumpin’ up and down in a frenzied fit, Meanwhile stompin’ her body to shit. He cries, "FEE-FO-FI, if I find the guy who caused her to die, I’ll slice him like a pie. I’ll cut out his heart and send it to Peru, ‘N’ I’ll c.o.d. his balls off to Timbuktu, Ship his dick to England in a registered letter, And then let him try to get his shit back together." Then the king pulls his coat, he says, "Harken to this, Hamlet’s the dude who fucked up your sis. And he also stabbed your daddy, too, And all you do is boo-hoo-hoo? What kind of brother and son are you? If it was my family I know what I’d do, I’d be on him like a damned tattoo. Now… there is a sword with a poisoned tip. It’ll send any sucker on a one-way trip, ‘Cause all it takes is one itty bitty scratch… Hey, Hamlet, how about a little fencin’ match?" Well, then the whole fuckin’ place caves in, Hamlet stabs Laertes, and Laertes stabs him. Then Hamlet turns around and stabs his uncle, too, While the queen drinks some poison the king had brewed. So she dies, he dies, Hamlet dies, Laertes dies On top of where Ophelia lies, Right next to where Polonius died. And before you can wink, blink or turn your head, Chop-stab-slice -- every motherfucker’s dead. Then in walks this cat Fortinbras, he says, "What – is -- this? I have never seen such a fuckin’ mess. You got skulls and swords, you got guts and gore, You got bodies piled up from ceiling to floor. You got broken glass, y’got tangled hairs, You got blood and wine runnin’ down the stairs. You got dented armor and ripped up gowns, You got bent-up crowns just rollin’ ‘round. Y’got a punctured king, y’got a poisoned queen, Y’got a sweet prince dyin’ on the mezzanine. And behind that curtain there’s another dead duff, And a body from the fishpond just floated up. Y’got a stiff in the garden with some gunk in his ear, And a tattoo says GERTRUDE FOREVER right here, And two guards on the gate tower drunk on beer. What the hell’s been goin’ on here?" Well, that was the end of our sweet prince, He died in confusion and nobody’s seen him since. And the moral of the story is bells do get out of tune… And you can find shit in a silver spoon… And an old man’s revenge can be a young man’s ruin… Oh – and never look too close… at what your mamma is doin’.

[smittyryker]

Handy Dandy (Minho)

This is a sample imagine to start off my blog; my second imagine is a request that will be posted tomorrow. Enjoy! Xo.

It was a slow day at the hut; So slow, that you began occupying yourself by lining up bandages in order of thickest to thinnest. You were alone, since Clint and Jeff offered to help the track-hoes today, asking you to stay behind in case anyone needed anything. You didn’t mind. Luckily, you liked your job. You liked helping people.

As you reached aimlessly for another roll to place along the wooden table you stood before, Newt pushed open the door with Minho by his side. Minho was clenching his fist as your eye as a Medjack quickly noticed the deep cut along the side of his arm. “You could help with this one, yeah?” Newt asked, patting his friend on the shoulder. You nod, and gesture for Minho to enter.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Newt dismissed himself, sending a quick smile your way before leaving and the door closing behind him. Your focus immediately switches to the hurt Runner.

You take his arm in your hands, inspecting the cut. Urging him to be seated, he places his bottom on one of the many chairs. They were made of wood, with a thin piece of cloth over them; Higher than the chairs the Gladers used to dine for easier examination. “Real comfy,” he says sarcastically, and you crack an empathetic smile.

“I know,” you reply, reaching over to grab a bottle of peroxide. “This may sting. I’m sorry,” you tell him apologetically as you unscrew the cap and drip the liquid onto a paper towel.

He shakes his head. “It’s alright,” he answers, but you can see the slight nervousness and anticipation on this face. This was the one thing you disliked about being a Medjack, bringing the patients any form of pain, but you knew it was what they needed to get better.

Directly in front of him you stand, your left hand holding his wrist as your right begins to dab at the wound with the wet paper towel. He winces, and his hand flies up to grasp your hip impulsively. Your eyes widen and knees almost fall weakly, slowly melting into his touch. Preceeding a shaky breath, you say, “You’re doing good, everything’s fine, and…” you pause for a quick exhale, ”done!”

A sigh of relief leaves him and you blow cool air on the cut, drying it out. He looks up at you; He’s never looked at you this close before. A lopsided smile spreads across his lips. In a soft but confident voice, he says, ”I dunno why I have to go to Clint or Jeff when you’re around,” His hand slides slowly off your waist.

“They’re good at their job,” you reply smiling, but unable to wipe the blush from your face. The loss of contact on your hipbone almost made you whine. He just shrugs, smugly.

“You’re easier on the eyes.”

A laugh falls from your lips as you grab a medium-in-thickness bandage and wrap it carefully around where the cut laid.

As your fingers lace the bandage around his muscular forearm, you can feel his eyes staring at you. Your narrow your eyes and look back up to his face. “What is it?”

He shakes his head, shrugging once again.

Your face falls slightly, but you clear your throat to berid of any visible awkwardness. You nod, tying his bandage off at the end in a tiny, almost unnoticeable, bow. Minho maneuveres his arm to look at it and chuckles. “This is badass. No shank’ll get on my bad side anymore, nosiree,” he jokes, and you grin, putting your index finger and thumb together to form and ’Okay’ sign. He laughs.

“Alright, well,” you say, almost hesitantly– Why did it have to be hesitantly?– ”You’re all fixed up. If you need me to repatch it, just come and see one of us.”

Minho fiddles with the bow, flicking it. “Well, I’ll come see you, in an event of that happening,” he says matter-of-factly, gazing at your face.

“Are you coming onto me?“ you ask flatly. It clearly took Minho aback, until he finally simpered.

“I mean, I don’t know if, uhm… Yes,” he states after stammering. You smile kindly, putting your hand on his shoulder, and he wears a goofy smile in return. The boy reached for your hand in one of his own, and places a sweet kiss atop it. You try to keep your knees from buckling under the slight touch of the astonishingly handsome boy.

“Slow day here?” Minho says after a while of not speaking.

“Yes, I thought you knew that already,” you chortle slightly.

He nods. ”So I did. Would you mind if I stayed around?”

“You know, I really would mind. You’re terrible company,” you mess with him, and he smirks.

“Thanks, shankette. It’s my job. That’s how I got this cut.”

You smile and gently shove his shoulder at the newfound nickname. It was odd to you that someone you had known so little about personally had ignited this side of you. The sarcastic side that enjoyed to be visited once in a while. Maybe a lot more often than you’d ever pictured.

You turn, and begin scribbling chicken scratch onto a slip of paper by the wooden table. The presence of the beautiful young man didn’t make you uneasy, as it was in a way, comforting.

”I don’t wanna keep you,” you say without turning around, not sarcastically this time, but politely nonetheless. He sniffs and you see him nod from the corner of your eye.

“I’ll make sure to throw myself off my feet any chance I get,” he winks.

“Sounds sexy,” you say in a tone that makes it hard for him to tell if you’re joking. A loud laugh from your lips finally gives him his answer.

He smiles, but it quickly fades. “I’m being serious, though. I wanna know you, Y/N.”

Your eyes lock on his and neither of you look away. “I thought I was the only one,” you tell him, and he snickers.

“Thought wrong,” he winks.

And for the next few weeks, you guys became friends– with immense levels of sexual tension (that you chose to ignore.) It wasn’t always easy, though. It wasn’t easy when Minho would come back after a run; his hair still looking flawless and his muscles evident as he smiled at you; sometimes adding a wink that could send you over the edge.

You never had even thought of teasing him. There was no point. You were wrapped around his finger, without openly displaying it, and he had no idea.

A new Greenie came up that night; and a much-needed bonfire took place. Ever since Minho’s deep scar, it seemed like Gladers turned into patients left and right. Gally fell off a ladder, Ben dislocated his ankle, and Winston almost chopped off his finger; all in a couple of weeks. You were glad you had some time to cool down.

Your presence was on a tree stump, and within a few minutes, Minho plopped down beside you on the grass. He had a mason jar of Gally’s vile recipe in his hand, waving it towards you. You shake your head, and he eyes you. “Okay,” he says, setting it down in front of him.

The bonfire really starts soon after that, and you feel the fire hitting your face. It soothes you, and reminds you that not every experience you have in the Glade will be bad. This mantra repeated in your head when the Runner was around.

“I heard Frypan added some klunk to Gally’s god-awful recipe.”

“That doesn’t make me wanna drink it any more,” you laugh, and he grins like a Cheshire cat.

“Makes sense to me.”

Newt comes in, tipsy as you have ever seen him. His eyes were dancing around the bonefire, a smile plastered onto his boss-like face. “Hey! Minho! Get us some more to drink, yeah?”

“Do you wanna come?” He asks.

You shake your head up and down, pushing yourself off the stump into a standing position. Minho does the same, more swiftly than you. Of course he does. He leads the way to the Kitchen, Frypan’s beloved. You take the opportunity to look at Frypan, an intoxicated, giggling young man.

Drunk Gladers paraded around the Glade, with no direct destination in their thoughts. They ran around haphazardly, cackling and shoving each other playfully. A gasp left your lips as a piece of wood was thrown in your peripheral, and you feel Minho’s fingertips touch yours. He, continuing to go at his pace, laces his hand with yours and pulls you closer to his back.

As more befuddled Gladers pass, you press your body to his back fully. He lets out a breathy laugh, gripping onto you tighter.

When you both step into the kitchen, he lets your hand go and you back your body away from his; making yourself busy with pouring the liquid drug into more jars. He quickly reaches to grab your arm as you begin pouring the third jar.

“No, slinthead! You saw them out there. How much more of a free-for-all do you want this to shucking turn into?”

Sending him a look, you put away the alcohol and hand him a full mason jar, with another in your hand. You hoped not one singer Glader would hog the jar and chug it all, but the prayed some of them weren’t as stupid as they seem.

“Are we the only sober ones?” you ask.

“No idea. Maybe I should use my pocket breathalyzer on them all and pick out the normals from the drunkies.”

“Maybe you should.”

Suddenly, a scream ripped through the Glade and you pushed the drink into Minho’s hands, taking off running at whoever the created the ear-shattering noise. There Zart lay, on the ground, with his arm bent crookedly. You wince at the sight, but pull him up, motioning for the crowd of Gladers to get out of your way.

“Are you drunk?”

“No!” he sighs, quickly. “No, I’m not,” he repeats, more calmly this time.

Tears are welling up in his eyes by the time you finally make it back to the Medjack hut together. You were so focused on fixing the boy that you didn’t notice Minho in the doorway as you spoke to Zart.

“I’m gonna have to put it back in place. Sorry in advance,” you apologize, and a tear falls from his face as he grabs your hand.

“Y/N, please, just help me,” he cried. You felt guilty once again.

“On three,” you tell him, before snapping his arm back into place. He screams and you shake.

“What the hell!” He yells, and you put a comforting hand on his cheek. “Shh. It’s over.”

Zart walks out the door back into the Glade, and you fell a hand on your waist, pulling you into a hard chest. If it were Zart, you would have turned around and kicked him. But it was Minho.

“Why do you have to be so good at your job?” he asks rhetorically, as if you weren’t pressed up against his abs.

“I don’t know what you m—“

“I’m not joking. You’re shucking made for it.”

A blush creeps on your face, but Minho can’t see it. He turns you around in his arms, and he presses a kiss to your cheek, and you reach for his hand.

“Why-” he brushes a hand through his hair, deep in thought. His eyes were passionate, but you couldn’t read them, so he finished. “Why aren’t we together?”

You sucked in a gulp of air that dried your throat and coughed, Minho quickly coming to your rescue and patting you on the back to steady your breathing. You liked Minho. You really did, but he was so nonchalant about it. It made you wonder about him.

“Why do you want to be with me?” you ask, tearing your eyes from his beautiful ones and gazing at your shoes.

“I don’t. You stink, Y/N.”

You slap his chest and are about to walk away from him until he grabs onto your shoulder and pulls you back into his embrace. He leans his mouth down to your ear and speaks softly; lovingly.

“You’re good at your job. So diligent. So… gorgeous. It almost makes me shucking hate you, but I just can’t! And I’ve tried, believe me, I really shucking have.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t talk,” you advise, a small grin escaping through your rough tone.

He lets out a breath he had been holding in, as of he was relieved, and you shifted in his arms.

“I wanted to say that you’re tougher than these shuck-faces. You see people hurting everyday.”

“You see people hurting, too,” you say softly.

“It’s different with me. I’m not handy.”

“Niether am I. The builders are handy. Maybe Gally’s who you need to hold,” you joke, and he gags.

“Don’t even. You make people feel better without even trying.”

Minho made you feel like you had achieved greatness, even in a place like the Glade– possibly the place with the least amount of hope. Closing your eyes, a sweet kiss was placed on the shell of your ear.

Instantly, you melted into him.

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It’s A Secret (Minho x Reader)

Character: Minho

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: It’s A Secret

  Requested by anon:

hi I love your imagines so I was wondering if you could write one with Minho how he is usually sarcastic and such but when he is around y/n he acts all different and all the gladers tease him about it and try to set them up. thanks!!

Requested by newtmybby:

Hey I love your imagines! Could you make one minhoxreader where they really like each other and they flirt each other? And then at the bonfire Minho gets drunk and tells her how he feels?

  A/N: I had an idea so changed it up a bit, hope you guys like it! ;)

I froze when I saw Minho walking my way, and I averted my gaze, mortified. It was very hard liking him and being treated like klunk in response. So I just preferred to make myself invisible and maybe then he wouldn’t pick on me.

And because I wasn’t really looking where I was going, I bumped into him. My shoulder collided with his sturdy frame, which made me sore.

“Look where you’re going, Greenie!” Minho told me off, being temperamental and sulky as usual.

Sometimes I did wonder why I liked him when he was that much of a jerk. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he wasn’t like I thought he was and I was idealizing him, thinking he was so great in his own way.

“Sorry” I lowly mumbled an apology, carrying on wandering around the Glade.

“Bloody hell, Minho” Newt smirked at his friend, coolly leaning on a tree as he watched us. “Be nice with the lady”

The Runner threw him a very intense and fierce death glare that didn’t seem to bother his friend in the slightest.

“Don’t listen to him, love” The blond still ignored Minho and walked over to me to put a friendly arm over my shoulders. “He’s like a child, deep down he likes you”

“Newt!” Minho angrily stomped over to us.

“In fact…” The second in command kept talking, not listening to him even if the Runner kept complaining and telling him off.

However, before Newt could finish his sentence, Minho had trapped him in a headlock.

“Don’t you dare, shuck face” The Asian took him away, lingering on that position.

I watched Newt wink at me before he was dragged away from me.

I sighed in bewilderment, my eyes following Newt and Minho as the latter let go of the blond and shoved him, accompanying the gesture with what it seemed like very angry words. But Newt just laughed in amusement, for whatever reason.

Chuck –the only guy in the Glade who I actually got along besides maybe Newt –exchanged a glance with me. We both shrugged, not having a clue what just happened.

I had been in the Glade for almost an entire month, but I never could understand those boys, especially Minho.

*

The next day I awoke with a completely different outlook on the said that made it hard for me to sleep.

After a whole month of trying to be charming, cute or just friendly... I was exhausted. So I figured I could stop trying since it seemed like Minho wasn’t interested in me.

It wasn’t even about playing hard to get, I was fed up and wanted to forget about it all. Forget about my huge crush on him and focus on other things.

So I was calmly doing my chores, putting the supplies in their place. Then someone startled me by tapping me on the shoulder.

At first I thought it was Newt, because he had actually done that before. But when I turned around and saw Minho, I couldn’t help but to frown in confusion.

Then I just showed him my exasperated and angry face to let him know I wasn’t really in the mood to put up with him.

Before I showed him nothing but kindness, friendly smiles and gentle gestures. But I just got fed up with his attitude, something within me clicked that made me realize I wouldn’t bear it anymore.

He had also dissapointed me, which was another tough blow.

“What do you want?” I didn’t even bother to look at him, I just carried on with what I was doing before he appeared.

“Hear me out, Y/N” He began to say before I interrupted him.

“If you’re here to get on my nerves you can leave me alone now, because you already did” I dedicated him a sarcastic grin, still not laying my eyes on him.

I left him speechless, he definitely was not expecting that kind of demeanor from me. But he recovered pretty fast.

“Don’t be so shuck angry and childish!” Minho complained in annoyance.

“Why shouldn’t I be? You hate me, right?” I faced him just for one moment to show him my disgust and determination before I turned back round. “Might as well hate you back”

“I don’t hate you, okay? Slim it” With the corner of my eye I could see how he gestured vividly in frustration before leaning on the wall.

By that point, I realized that my anger was just a way for me to avoid showing weakness. Yet I carried on being sulky and defensive.

“Oh, so you don’t hate me” I finally stopped saving the supplies to give my complete attention to that shuck face and clarify the situation once and for all.

“I don’t!”

“Then why are you being such a slinthead to me?”

“It’s a secret!”

I sighed with a slight head shake and once again carried on doing my chores. I should have known it was no use talking to him. It never was.

“Just go away, Minho…” I clenched my jaw, trying not to show that I was actually hurt by his behavior. Even if there had been sadness in my voice.

However, something told me he noticed. By the way he moved and stood there watching me in silence, I knew.

Then he startled me once again by stepping in front of me and slapping his hands against my shoulders in desperation. I couldn’t help but to cringe in astonishment and shrink back in response.

“I like you, stupid!” He exclaimed loudly, apparently very flustered and frustrated. “I think I’m falling in love with you!”

I pursed my lips, trying not to squeak happily when hearing those words. To avoid getting my feelings hurt, I kept up that tough demeanor.

“If you liked me you wouldn’t be treating me like this!” I replied in the same tone.

“It’s just…” Minho groaned in annoyance. “I didn’t even know if you liked me back, shuck face!”

He was just staring at me expectantly. Almost like he was waiting for an answer from my part. Leave it up to him to ask me if I liked him without really presenting a question.

And to be honest, I didn’t know anymore. I knew I liked him before, but him being a total slinthead was a huge turn off. So I was a little confused and didn’t know how to feel.

“What does it even matter, Minho?” I resolved to say in the end, standing my ground. “It’s not important if you’re gonna be a shuck face”

His eyes opened wide in surprise. Not only had I replied wittily and flawlessly, I had also used his own personal insult against him.

However, the Runner recovered quickly once again. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, awkwardly, and displayed that tough pose and demeanor he had mastered.

“Is that a yes?” It was both amusing and oddly endearing to see how much he insisted.

“It’s a maybe” I quickly finished talking and before he got his hopes up or I lost that sudden burst of courage and confidence. “If you were ready to be sweeter”

“Do you realize why I behaved like that or not?” Minho exclaimed, deeply frustrated. “I can’t just openly express my emotions like that in here, especially if you’re not interested in me!”

“Again” I gulped, trying to hide the fact that I was slowly falling out of it so he wouldn’t notice. “If you liked me that much, you’d be nice to me. You wouldn’t care about the others”

That said, I left the room and tried to go onto a different chore. One in a far off place of the Glade, away from Minho.

There was a bonfire we needed to prepare.

*

The next day I avoided Minho.

Not only because I honestly didn’t want to see him after our disagreement. But also because there was no trace of that determined and strong Y/N that faced him yesterday. I wouldn’t have the heart to repeat the scene, hence I wanted to avoid the possibility of it happening.

Yet somehow my eyes kept following him around, even if I lowered my glance as fast as I could when I saw him looking in my direction.

Since I was too busy focusing my attention on Minho despite it all, I was mildly startled when someone placed an arm over my shoulders, but I hid it well.

“Today you finally stop being the Greenie, Y/N, you should be excited! You seem quite upset, though” It was Newt, who definitely noticed my behavior. “Anything bothering you, love?”

“No” I lied, trying my best to keep my gaze away from the source of my problems.

“The bugger keeps talking about a certain girl, you know?” Why was it that the boys were always so damn witty and cheeky?

“Is he drunk?” It was a rhetorical question that meant to hide my surprise and bewilderment while I mocked that statement. Yet Newt answered it anyway.

“Minho? No bloody way” The blond chuckled to himself. “He has only gotten really drunk once, and it was a long time ago. He knows what he’s doing now”

I glanced at the Runner, watching how he was at least a little bit tipsy, his cheeks red and filled with energy and squirmy movements.

All of a sudden, he turned to me. But it wasn’t like the other times during the bonfire in which I looked away as soon as his eyes fell on me and he got resigned. Instead, he built up some courage and was walking towards us this time.

“I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it” Before he left my side, Newt winked an eye at me.

The two friends patted the other’s back as they passed by. Then Minho stopped in front of me and stared.

I opened my mouth to say something. Maybe try and ask him to go away again, or to stop trying. But he piped up first.

“You want me to show you how serious I am about it, right?” Even with no context given, I knew he meant about his feelings for me.

“Well, yeah…”

“That would convince you that I’m not lying” I nodded, so he finished talking. “And you would make up your mind to go out with me”

“I guess so, I mean-“

“Everybody listen up!” Before I could even finish my sentence, Minho had already pulled me up from my sitting position and was holding me next to him.

All the boys in the Glade turned around to look at Minho and listen to whatever he had to say. Something told me it was gonna be embarrassing.

“I’m crazy for Y/N!” He kept shouting, loud enough to make sure every living thing heard him. Minho even ignored the subtle laughter from a few Gladers. “I want all of you shuck faces to know!”

I covered my face in embarrassment, even if it was oddly endearing that he would openly voice his feelings. In his own Minho way.

Everyone soon got back to whatever they were doing when he sat down and brought me with him. I stared at him with wide eyes, and more likely blushing.

“It’s not a secret anymore” Minho raised an eyebrow coolly, almost smugly.

“You really don’t care what the boys think about it?” I tested him, staring at him expectantly waiting for his answer.

“To hell with it, I like you a lot” Charmingly and definitely showing me that smirk of his, he placed an arm around my waist and held me tight.

“Well, that’s better” I felt slightly embarrassed and bashful seeing as he liked me that much, that he was really trying for me.

“Of course it is” Minho chuckled smugly. “It’s me we’re talking about, Y/N”

“You still have to be a slinthead about it, don’t you, Min-“ My words were interrupted by his lips on my mouth.

His hands were firmly settled on my back as he gently yet passionately attracted me closer to him.

I had already managed to make him treat me better, to actually confess that he liked me and prove it. I knew there was so much I could do to change Minho’s attitude, so I relaxed and gave in to the kiss.