#Greatest Glader

[itsjustrosee]

hiii rose!! back with another fem reader x Minho request because I love the first one you did 🥰🫶🏼

Could you do one where fem reader is wondering the glade one day and exploring it by herself because she’s curious and still fairly new, and she ends up in the deadheads, finding the runner’s hut. Coincidentally, the runners were having a meeting inside and she’s curious so she watches them through one of the holes between the branches. The meeting is adjourned and they all leave except Minho who stays behind and continues working, she hides from them as soon as they leave the hut but stays back to watch Minho cause she lowkey has a crush.

Minho hears noises outside and gets defensive, “Who’s there?! Only runners are allowed here-” etc. but he softens when he realises it’s her. And lets her inside to show her around. LOTS of seggsual tension cause it’s only two of them in the hut and this is their first proper interaction with one another. And the rest it up to you hehehe (idm if it ends in spice or fluff) 🥰🥰

Thank you for yet another request!! this one is so cute and wholesome I literally couldn't wait to do it. I really hope you like it <33

Soft Spot (Minho x fem!reader)

Context: Read above ^ (pre-Thomas)

Warnings: none, just fluff, sunshine!reader x grumpy!Minho if u squint

Wordcount: 2.8k (proofread, but again, if u see spelling mistakes don't be surprised)

You'd been in the glade for about a week.

And fortunately, it only took a week for majority of the gladers to get over you being a girl. But that only really happened after Alby threatened that the next person who made any sort of advance on you would have two days in the slammer, without food or water. His rule did seem a little harsh to you, but you were thankful that his means of discipline proved to be effective because most boys practically steered clear of you from that moment on.

Every boy except for Chuck. The little shank was one of the few people in the glade to treat you like a normal person and you had to thank him for that. He showed you around the glade and told you as much as he could about it, which wasn't much because he'd been there only a month longer than you. But still, you appreciated his help nonetheless.

The next issue you needed to overcome in the glade was finding out what you were good at. Embarrassingly enough, through a process of trial and error, you found out you weren't good at a lot of things. But you were good at one thing, being a medjack.

To be fair though, there weren't a lot of qualifications for the job. You knew how to bandage people up but your best skill by far was being able to send everyone that walked in the medhut with an injury, out in a better mood than the one that they had walked in with.

You'd like to say that that was one of your greatest abilities, you cared about everyone's feelings. You were positive in negative situations, and you were always there to listen to anyone's problems and anxieties. That's probably why every glader had developed a soft spot for you. Even Gally out of all people recognized how you boosted everyone's morale and he couldn't help but respect you, along with all the efforts you made toward being someone the gladers could rely on.

So it's safe to say you were slowly becoming an important part of the glades community, but despite that, you still didn't know much about the glade. That being said, whenever you weren't in the medhut or when work got slow, you spent your time wandering the glade and areas you hadn't explored thoroughly. And today was no different.

The maze doors were closed and you had just finished eating dinner. The area you planned on visiting today was the deadheads, the place you'd been looking forward to exploring the least. It didn't help that it was already getting dark out when you set foot in the forest. Branches and leaves crunched under your feet as you walked further, and a crisp breeze traveled through the air making you shiver.

You didn't quite know why the deadheads creeped you out so much. I mean, maybe it was the name. Like seriously, deadheads? Really? They couldn't have chosen anything that sounded slightly less intimidating?

So the name was definitely a contributor. But it's not exactly like there were any animals or any monsters in the woods, nothing that should prove to be any sort of threat. Regardless, something about it still made the hair on your arms in the back and the back of your neck prick up for some reason.

Before you could convince yourself that you'd visit the deadheads another day, you heard a noise. It was a voice, but it sounded like it was coming from further into the woods.

Out of curiosity, you followed the direction where the noises you heard seemed to be coming from and eventually, you came across a poorly built hut made out of branches and wood, held together by string and cement.

You could tell you weren't supposed to be there, or have found this place to begin with. It was concealed well by the forest but somehow you stumbled upon it anyway. Against your better judgment, you decided to walk further towards it to try and hear what was being said by those inside better.

"What do you mean you found nothing new?" Minho asks irritatedly to someone else in the hut. Your heart skipped at hearing Minho's voice and you cursed at yourself for how you subconsciously reacted to hearing his voice.

It was hard to believe that it's only been your first week in the glade and you'd already started developing feelings for Minho, a boy you've only talked to once. You couldn't help but think it was stupid that you liked him because you barely knew him, but then again it was hard not to find yourself crushing on him. He's held in such high regard by all of the gladers and he's the main person looking for a way out of the maze for everyone.

Also come on, with a build like that, anyone could find themselves daydreaming about him.

"Shuck Minho, what do you want me to say? I'm sorry that I explored areas we already explored and didn't find anything?" You heard another voice pierce the air and you could recognize it as Bens. You stepped closer to the hut, avoiding stepping on anything that could blow your cover and peeking out through one of the branches that the walls of the hut consisted of. Thankfully it had gotten dark so no one would be able to see you peeking in.

You could see Minho, Ben, and two other runners inside. Ben and Minho were standing up, and it was clear they were in the middle of an argument. You weren't able to recognize the other gladers but they were sat down at a large round table which had scattered papers and- a scaled-down model of the maze? Okay, you definitely weren't supposed to be there.

"Minho come on. How much longer are you going to keep denying it?" Ben asked again in response to Minhos silence. You suddenly felt guilty about eavesdropping on a conversation like this because you had a feeling that what they were talking about definitely wasn't meant to be heard by you or anyone else in the glade.

"There has to be a way out, I know there is-" Minho starts, trying to calm himself, but he gets cut off again by Ben once more.

"Seriously? Because it doesn't look like there is," Ben said with a cruel laugh as he exasperatedly threw his hands up before speaking again, "Just face it, we're shucking stuck here."

"Slim it alright, Ben?" Minho shouts while slamming his fist on the table which definitely makes Ben and the others jump slightly. "You know what, just get the shuck outta here. Meeting adjourned or whatever," Minho finished with a sigh.

"Minho come on," Said one of the two other runners who had now stood up.

"No, it's fine. I just need some time to think, alright? It's getting late anyways." Minho explained and after seeing his expression, you're assuming neither Ben nor the rest of the runners had any hope of getting through to Minho tonight so they began making their way to the door of the hut.

Suddenly, you remembered that you weren't even supposed to be there. You quickly hid behind a nearby tree and waited to hear the runners walk off. As their footsteps grew more and more faint, the coast was clear.

You should've walked away then. You should've understood that you'd already intruded on enough and heard way too many things that you shouldn't have, but part of you wandered back to your spot standing near the door of the hut.

You tiptoed closer to the slits in the hut wall, looking at Minho as he fiddled with papers and checked them with the model of the maze that you're assuming that he and the other runners had made.

You were so interested in watching, and kinda sorta stalking Minho, that you shifted your weight on one of your feet and accidentally stepped on a twig, snapping it in half during the process.

Oh, shuck.

The noise the twig made after breaking in two was nothing short of loud and it definitely gained Minho's attention.

You backed away from the hut quickly as loud footsteps approached the door of the hut, "Hey, who's there!? Only runners are allowed over here!" Minho says angrily as he reaches the doorknob and twists it.

His gaze is hard as he opens the door but once he sees you standing on the other side of it, his gaze softens. His jaw unclenches, and his body unstiffens as you stare at him, scared out of your mind that he might yell at you more.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to eavesdrop. I mean- I didn't hear anything I just-" You could barely say more than two words without stuttering, and thankfully Minho cut you off before you could embarrass yourself more.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," Minho sighed while leaning against the doorframe with his foot propping the door open. He crossed his arms before he brought one of his hands up to the back of his neck, rubbing it while he spoke again, "Sorry if I scared you," He added while giving you a genuine look and a soft apologetic smile that made your cheeks redden.

"Oh- no, it's okay," You say while crossing your arms and clearing your throat, "Cool model you got there. I'm guessing that it's related to the maze out there right?" You ask, nodding your head behind Minho and to the maze model sitting on the table, and you regret ever having said anything the second the words come out of your mouth. Why couldn't you just mind your own shucking business?

"Oh shuck." Minho mutters while looking behind his shoulder and then back at you, "Sorry it's just uh, you really weren't meant to have seen that. But I'm guessing that's not the only thing you've seen or heard tonight is it?" Minho asked you.

"Well, I might've heard a couple things," You lie, trying to avoid eye contact with Minho but you can tell he's giving you a look, "Alright I might've heard a lot, but I really didn't mean to. I'm sorry," You finally reply.

"It's okay." Minho sighed, "Want to come inside?"

"What?" You replied a little too quickly, "I thought other gladers weren't allowed in here?" You asked with a look of confusion on your face.

"Well, I think it's a little too late to be keeping any more secrets from you." Minho chuckled, "And you don't seem like the type to go around telling everyone about this," Minho looked at you, hoping to confirm his statement.

"Right- yeah of course I won't tell anyone. Your secrets are safe with me."

Minho smirked at your response and he held the door open for you as you walked in after him. You sat down in the seat right next to Minho's and looked at him as he ran his fingers through his hair. Past his stoic expression, you could swear you saw stress mixed with exhaustion in his eyes.

"Are you alright Minho? You seem a bit stressed," You asked.

"Yeah it's just- shuck I don't know," Minho replies frustrated as he rests one of his arms on the table and pinches his eyebrows with his other hand, leaning his head down as he does so. You can tell there's something more that he wants to say but for some reason, he's stopping himself.

"Hey, it's okay," You say while putting your hand on top of his on the table. "I really don't know anything about what's going on in the maze, but I'm always here if you need someone to talk to," You continue while giving Minho a soft smile. You can swear you see a blush on his cheeks as he removes his hand from his head and looks at you.

"Alright then," Minho replies while leaning back in his chair but he begins holding back onto your hand as he continues, "I'm sure you've kinda already heard, but it's not really looking too good for us with the maze. We've discovered basically the entire thing and we still have no idea how to get out," He finished. He looked at you to see if you were even paying any attention and you looked at him eagerly, giving him an encouraging look and urging him to continue.

"And well, I don't know. I just really expected us to find a way out by now. I mean it's been two years. Two shuckin' years and we still haven't found a way out." Minho continued.

"Well, I don't think the people who made this place intended for it to be easy to get out of did they?" You replied.

"What?" Minho looked at you confused.

"I'm saying that even though it seems like there isn't a way out, doesn't mean that there isn't. And just because things aren't looking good right now doesn't mean that there isn't hope for us." You say as look up at him, "They wouldn't have just trapped us here without an exit. Regardless of that, everything that you've been able to accomplish since coming here is beyond impressive Minho. If anyone is going to be able to figure out the maze, it'll be you." You say with a warm smile while giving Minho's hand a tight squeeze.

Silence filled the room for a moment before anyone spoke, "Do you really mean that?" Minho asks with genuine concern. You can see his cheeks redden the longer you look at him.

"Of course I do Minho," You reassure him. The look in your eyes made Minho feel hopeful and appreciated as he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

You were shocked at the sudden advance but quickly reciprocated the hug. Your arms found themselves wrapped around his back while his were wrapped around your waist. Minho held you tightly and firmly, almost as if he was afraid you could slip away if he ever loosened his grip.

"It's okay. It's all going to be okay," You cooed softly into Minho's ear while rubbing his back.

After a moment longer, he pulled away, looking at you silently. You practically held your breath as he took one of his hands away from your waist and brought it up to your face. He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and your heart was going a million miles per hour as he did so.

Suddenly you felt the temperature in the room increase drastically. Thick tension filled the air, it was a mix of longing and desire and it was itching at you. You couldn't help but feel a burning sense of eagerness, and as you looked into Minho's eyes, you could tell he felt it too.

Minho's eyes lingered on your lips, and almost as if it were an instinct, you both leaned in, his lips merging with yours.

As he kissed you, it was as if time stopped. The only thing that mattered at that moment was you and Minho and how heavenly it felt to be kissed by him. It made both of you forget about everything else that was going on in your hectic lives. You could only remember how Minho held you, how he made you feel so safe and secure, and especially how his lips felt on top of yours.

You moved your hands and wrapped them around his neck as he kept one of his arms around your back and the other on your cheek. You couldn't help but melt into his touch as he pulled you closer to him.

Minho pulled away from your lips first, pressing his forehead on yours as he spoke, "Thank you," he murmured, and rather than replying, you put your lips on his once more.

As he kissed you again, he was gentle and he held you carefully as if you were so fragile that with one wrong move, you could break. Minho felt nothing but loved and cared about whenever he was with you. You were the only person who made him feel hopeful and optimistic about being trapped in a maze. He felt motivated by the idea of being able to find a way out of the maze, if not for him, then for you and everyone else living in the glade.

The kiss became more passionate and heartfelt as it intensified. Being held and loved by him was better than anything you'd ever felt before, and you could already tell that you'd gotten addicted to Minho and how he made you feel. You wanted to stay there forever. It didn't matter if the world began to crumble around you, as long as you were with Minho you felt safe.

All right thats it yallllllll. I think this may have been my favorite one to make so far, I just love how wholesome it turned out. I thought I should take a lil break from all the smut and spice anyways 😪

But seriously I hope you guys like this as much as I do!! I love reading and working on all of your requests and I really hope you guys continue to send me them!!!! It genuinely makes me happy knowing you guys like my writing so much <33

BTW THANK YOU GUYS FOR 40 FOLLOWERS!!!!! i really cant thank you guys enough for how nice you've all been and your compliments mean the world to me!

[just-a-casual-newtasaur]

(Spent far too long on this picture 🥲)

Talking to the stars

Newtmas

Words Count: 1k

Warnings: spoilers, sappy writing from me

Summary: based off this post

Everyone knew he wasn’t right in the head. Everyone knew he would never be right in the head again. Not after what he had caused. No matter what the others said, it was his fault. It was all his fault.

So they had all come accustomed to him clasping his own hands together as he walked as though to fool himself into believing that Newt was still there beside him. They came accustomed to him saving seats beside the fire that he would let nobody fill up, even if it meant him standing. They came accustomed to him talking to himself, still trying to fool himself that Newt was there, and still pretending he was.

It was heartbreaking to watch, especially for Minho. One of his greatest friends, completely broken. It wasn’t like he wasn’t devastated, of course he was, but the whole ordeal had completely shattered Thomas. If it wasn’t for all the gladers, Minho wouldn’t have been surprised if Thomas was the next to follow in Newt’s footsteps and start to beg to join him.

Thomas scared everybody and he scared himself. But he was also scared to forget Newt. To forget his voice, his laugh, and eventually his face. To forget the tender affectionate looks he would give Thomas, to forget how his hand would so perfectly encase his own. How soft his pale, freckle splashed skin was.

So he took it in his stride. Ignoring the weird looks he would get when he talked to himself.

One night, he could be found, as usual, wide awake, siting with his back against a tree.

He was alone, as far as any onlookers were concerned but not to him. To him Newt sat against his shoulder, using a hand to cover his own.

Thomas rested his head on his knees, swinging his clasped hands back and forth and watching the stars. He needed sleep, desperately, but none would come.

“Tommy.” The soft voice echoed around the clearing. At first he thought it was inside his head like all the other times Newt spoke to him. Yet the voice came again, a little clearer yet still just as soft.

“Tommy.”

Thomas raised his head and felt his heart begin to thump as he saw a pale, hazy Newt standing in front of him. He seemed to be outlined in pure starlight. His footsteps made no sound as he walked. Thomas was frozen, unsure what to do.

“Newt?”

“I need to talk to you Tommy.”

He kneeled in front of him, his face just as beautiful as it had been in life.

“Tommy…you have to let me go.”

Thomas shook his head, “I can’t, I don’t want to forget you.”

Newt gave him a sad smile, “you won’t, there’ll always be part of me with you.” He curled his had into a fist and placed it over Thomas��� heart. Thomas could almost feel the pressure, though the ghost of the boy was not really part of this world.

“Please Tommy, you can’t live like this, I won’t let you.”

“I can’t, I can’t.” He lowered his head, his gaze swimming. Newt used a pale hand to touch Thomas cheek lightly and almost urge his face upwards though no pressure was used.

“You have to live, okay, for both of us, do all the things we said we’d do, and I’ll be right beside you as it happens.”

Thomas drew in a shaky breath, not cared when his reply sounded childish, “Promise?”

Newt smiled, “I promise.”

He got to his feet again but Thomas reached out a hand.

“Please, stay.”

“For the night?”

“Forever.”

Newt moved back to him, “if I could, I would, but I need to rest now and you need to live, alright.” He leaned in and brushed his ghostly lips against Thomas’.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Thomas replied shakily.

Newt smiled before his hand was removed from his cheek and he seemed to melt back into the night.

The place where his lips had brushed Thomas’ own seemed warm though that couldn’t be real. Thomas pushed himself to his feet, surprised as Minho emerged from the undergrowth. By the look on his face he had been followed. And it seemed that his longing mind had created another world for him.

Minho gave Thomas a sad, sorry look before opening his arms wide. Thomas walked into them and the two stood there for a moment, hugging each other, sharing the loss of their friend and thanking each other for still being alive.

Yet what Newt said echoed throughout his mind, ‘You have to live, okay, for both of us’. So he did. He remembered the many daydreams him and the blond had dreamed up in the glade. Of wide green field and blue oceans. Of tall trees and beautiful marshes. Newt had always wanted to write a story, that’s what came to mind first.

He fished out the boys journal from his bag and began flipping through some notes before finding a sweet, edited account of their time in the glade and the scorch. After nagging Jorge to give him an empty book he had found a few days back, he gently pulled out the pages and placed them in the new book. Then he added his own shaky illustrations. The two of them lying in the deadheads admiring the trees, Minho pushing Gally into a river when he had annoyed him, Chuck following Thomas around the glade, laden with all kinds of items.

He worked hard, using things he found in the haven to colour the pictures. When he reached the end he carefully scrawled out a few stories of the safe haven.

‘So in the end, it ended out okay. Newt got a well deserved rest and me and the others are safe and happy.’

This was accompanied by a drawing of all the gladers, arm in arm with a pale version of Newt, Alby, Chuck, Teresa, Winston and all the others whose names were carved into that stone, standing beside their friends.

Then he closed the book and wrote of the front cover.

‘Beyond the glade by Thomas and Newt’

As he wrote the title, he could almost feel the soft fingers stroke his cheek and he smiled. Smiled for the first time in weeks. Smiled because everything had turned out okay after all. Newt would never really be gone. He was with them all. With Chuck and Alby and Teresa and Winston and Zart and Ben and all the others. They were with them all. In their hearts.

[chippedshake]

The greatest expression of love is joining someone else's fandom.

Just think about it for a while. First you have to consume the media the fandom is based off of, and while it's possible for it to just be one book or one movie, it's almost always a series. A lot of times there a book AND movie series.

But that isn't nearly enough. Having read or watched the Maze Runner doesn't mean you get the page 250 jokes. Reading Percy Jackson doesn't mean understanding "you drool in your sleep" and "you're not my type" (this one especially now with the casting for the series).

Also. We notice a ridiculous amount of breadcrumbs to defend any point possible (I've seen a PowerPoint presentation on Tumblr as to why the Gladers should say fuck).

And the amount of weird ship names is just ridiculous (there may be a reasonable justification, but wolfstar and rosekiller are just not intuitive), as well as random fixations on completely unimportant characters.

Here's a list of ones I can think of off the top of my head:

Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Pandora [last name unknown], Blaise (I forget the spelling) Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson for Harry Potter. Ben, Nick, George, Stephen, Sonya, Harriet, and Rachel for the Maze Runner. Ethan Nakamura (I think he's more important but I can't remember), Kayla Knowles, Austin Lake, and Lee Fletcher for Percy Jackson.

If you just read the books once, you probably don't notice most of these characters.

Just in general there's so many inside jokes and references and quotes and concepts and fanon and headcanons, and all of it is would be so exhausting to keep up with if you weren't completely invested in this made up world some random person came up with.

[huntedmaze]

CONCEPT EXPLANATION

Hunted Maze; unfamiliar place, the ever-shifting labyrinth, facing terrifying creatures known as Grievers, and everyone must work together to unravel the secrets of their confinement and escape to freedom. This maze, a formidable and ever-shifting construct, serves as both their prison and their greatest challenge. As the Gladers, as they're called, grapple with the terror of the unknown, their survival instincts kick into overdrive. Each day brings new trials as they map out the maze's corridors, facing formidable adversaries in the form of the monstrous Grievers that lurk within. 

You won’t be asked for a permission because you will be trapped… FOREVER.

So, have you ever find yourself trapped in a mysterious and ever-changing maze? Navigating the treacherous labyrinth while unraveling the secrets of your confinement? Removed from your homes and memories wiped?

The world outside is hanging on by a very thin thread and might be sinking as we speak. There’s only a matter of time before the flare virus wipes this world out.

Now, it's time for you to ask yourself. Whose side are you on?

[newtosaur250]

I was named the Greatest Glader

If you haven't heard by now, FX Network played the first two Maze Runner movies back-to-back on Wednesday 1/24. @MazeRunnerMovie and some of the cast were going to be tweeting along with the west coast, but unfortunately for me, I live on the east coast, so the movies were playing 3 hours earlier for me. Still, I live-tweeted with the west coast - for 5 hours. I spent a good 2.5 hours glued to my phone, and subsequently the wall because my phone barely holds a charge, tweeting back and forth between my personal account and my Maze Runner account before I had to get off my phone and "go to bed." Keeping up with whatever was happening was important to me, especially knowing that copies of The Death Cure signed by the cast were being given away (they were also giving away signed Death Cure posters too, but I didn't find that out until later). I decided I would need to go downstairs and login to twitter from my home computer so that I could continue tweeting. My mom keeps my phone in her room overnight - even though I'm a legal adult - because she thinks I'll stay up all night, every night. Anyways, I snuck myself downstairs and pulled up twitter. Apparently, twitter doesn't allow you to be logged in to multiple accounts unless you're on mobile, so I figured I'd use my Maze Runner account since I'm more active on there anyways. So I spent several more hours tweeting relentlessly with the west coast. I had to be up at 7am the next morning for my early bird class, so it might not have been the best decision to tweet with the west coast from 7pm-midnight my time. The movies were playing until 1am my time, but even the official Maze Runner account was telling me to sleep, so eventually, I did. I figured I'd probably solidified any chance I'd had of winning a book, if I'd even had a chance at all, by that point. I had already been followed by the official account and retweeted, liked, and responded to by them countless times, so how could they not know of my existence? I slept well knowing I had at least been getting some action on my account from some of the higher-ups in the Maze Runner world.

The next morning, I opened twitter to see a picture of MY FACE right under the account name and official blue check of @MazeRunnerMovie. At this point I was already sitting in my band class, so my freaking out had to be a little quieter than it would've been. I thought I'd been chosen through my personal account because I don't have any personal pictures of myself on my Maze Runner account. The only link to my personal life is the "tweets by" tag to my personal in the bio. But the account name mentioned in the tweet when I finally read it (once I'd gotten over the initial shock of seeing a big picture of me first thing) was @TDCCountdown. They must have seen the link to my personal and taken the picture from there, but who cared? I checked the official account to see if anyone else had been mentioned like this as well, but it was just me. If I was the only one mentioned, shouldn't I have definitely received a DM telling me I'd won something? There was no DM and I was really confused. I was almost anxious about it all day. When I had the chance to do some digging at lunch, I discovered that my Maze Runner account was giving me an error message on the DM page and that my other accounts weren't saying there was an error in the DMs. Finally, I decided to go ahead and DM @MazeRunnerMovie on my own because typically in a giveaway if the winner doesn't respond within 24 hours after contact is first made, they lost the prize and it goes to someone else. I explained how my DMs weren't working and was wondering if by chance I'd won something. I said that if they contacted me and I hadn't responded because it hadn't gone through, I was acknowledging it now and maybe sending the DM myself would get my messages to start working again. Well, it must've worked because when I got out of my final class and checked back with twitter, I had a DM from @MazeRunnerMovie asking for my full name and address! They didn't specifically say what I'd be getting, if anything, but clearly I should be expecting something because asking for an address only means one thing. I was so excited I was physically shaking! The day was going great; I'd convinced my criminal justice teacher to let us watch American Assassin in class and I'd had plans to go see the early showing of The Death Cure that evening and now I was potentially winning a signed book!

Jump forward a few hours to the theater, where my friend and I showed up 30 minutes early for no reason because we were too excited after planning this day for over 2 years. I had dressed up as Thomas (and my costume was pretty WCKD if you ask me, especially considering it was a last minute thing I'd thrown together from what I could find) and brought a full-sized entire box of tissues with me. My friend admired my ability to walk around carrying a box of tissues so confidently. We picked up the free popcorn I got for my 18th birthday on 1/23 as a Regal Crown Club member and found our seats. We sat exactly in the middle of the top row, giving ourselves the perfect view of the movie. It was phenomenal! There were many tears shed all throughout the movie - I think the first time I started crying was actually only about 15-20 minutes in. I was practically speechless after the end of the movie, partially because I just couldn't believe it was over. If you haven't seen Maze Runner: The Death Cure yet, you need to! And don't forget your tissues when you go!

[heliads]

I love love love your stories with Newt, thank you so much for writing them, i was thinking if I can request one? Just a simple thing with hurt/comfort and some angst. My idea is that reader does something that threatens her life, maybe she's the one that runs to help Minho in the maze at night (whatever, you decide really). But after that, when she comes back, Newt is furious, because he was SO worried that that was it, that he would lose her; so when she comes back he starts scolding her, but in the middle of the argument his eyes start to get all teary, and he just realizes he's crying after the first tear falls. Then despite him being stubborn and trying to avoid it, the reader just hugs him and holds him tightly until he calms down, this makes him break and cling to her, and he just sobs on her shoulder because he thought he would never see her again. Then just some cute moments and maybe his feelings getting spilled. Thank you, I'm excited to read it, you're awesome 💖

no you're awesome, anon! also i'm glad you like the newt fics bc like five requests for him came in during the last week, so you get a lot of newt content lmao

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You could spend your whole life wondering if you would never know what it feels like to be alive. Really, properly alive, that is, not this dreary day to day surviving that makes up most of your days in the Glade. You have a pulse, your blood is still good enough to force your heart through yet another set of paces, but it’s not enough. You don’t know that it will ever be enough.

Perhaps it’s the lack of freedom that keeps making you feel this way. You certainly have enough exertion in your life to give you probable cause to feel something a little stronger. After all, you and your fellow Gladers are the only things keeping you from certain death. Despite your best efforts, though, you cannot shake the obvious truth that you are in a prison, and that prison will keep you tied down until the day you die. In the life you lead, that may come sooner than you think.

Death is common enough in the Glade, as evident by the small graveyard in the back of the Deadheads. It should be enough to convince you of the merit of your own life, to let you seize the day because you know quite well that it may be your last. Still, your hours peter off into drudgery, and you cannot make yourself believe that any one of your days are worth the effort you put into them.

Shouting voices echo around you like the calls of birds, and you dimly realize that this must mark the end of the work day. Everyone has been released from their shifts at last. Most of the boys head over to their friends, slinging arms around shoulders and sharing what happened to them during the past few hours, all the jokes that have been quietly stewing in their heads now begging to be spoken aloud for greatest comedic effect.

Not all of the Gladers seem so happy to be off work, though. It’s not like they’re begging to be let back into their daily jobs, they’re just more like you, more apathetic. You wrap up the task you were doing before break was called and head out, rambling aimlessly through the Glade in search of something to fill your hours.

You used to be more like the more exuberant Gladers once, but you’ve been here for what’s coming up on three years. Despite all the work it takes to maintain the place, the Glade is small, and you can feel the walls of the Maze bearing down on you, forcing you to stay in place. You made your jokes a long time ago, their fountains of cheer have now run dry. There are no hilarious anecdotes left in you, just a deep, shifting weight of too much time on your hands.

You’re still not alone, though, despite your best assumptions. Soon enough, you’re greeted by your own name shouted aloud, your own friend coming up to grin at you. Newt’s been here almost as long as you have, yet he still finds a way to make his days worth something. There was a time, once, when he couldn’t. Neither of you dare to bring it up, but your eyes still flicker over to his bad leg every now and then when you’re sure he can’t see it.

Newt, in his tenure, has learned to read you just as well as the grounds of the Glade. He taps a hand lightly against your shoulder blade to get your attention.

“What’s up with you?” He asks, frowning slightly. “You seem more tired than normal. Sleep alright?”

You lift a shoulder. “Sleep was fine. It’s just– I’m sick of this place, you know? Nothing ever changes.”

“Repetition keeps us safe,” Newt reminds you, “I’m more worried about what happens when things start changing.”

You sigh. “I know. I’m glad to be alive, obviously, but how long are we supposed to be here, doing all this? The Creators had to have put us in here for a reason, but I just don’t get it.”

Newt nods slowly. “I’ve been thinking a lot of the same things. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, though. When the time comes and our situation starts shifting, I’ll make sure you’re the first to know.”

He says his last bit with a sort of smile, and once again you’re amazed by how he’s able to stay positive so easily. If there is a pessimistic bone in his body, Newt is able to cover it up with the grace of a master illusionist.

Unable to hold your tongue, you ask him about it. “How are you able to do that? Stay so happy about everything, I mean. Why is your patience still intact?”

Newt chuckles. “I have a fairly good reason to make my days matter.”

He doesn’t clarify on what that means, but his eyes linger on you a second longer than normal. You feel your breath hitch in your throat, but force yourself to glance away lest you think too much into it.

Newt’s not wrong about the changes, though. The next Greenie Day is as normal as they come, even if the latest arrival tries to hurl himself into the Maze the second he appears. Thomas seems like he’ll be a fine addition to the Glade, all up until another Greenie arrives the next day. She’s unconscious, although between the fact that she knows Thomas’ name and comes bearing a note that says she’ll be the last one, ever, you’re not liking your odds that this will be quickly forgotten.

You and Newt spend your hours talking this latest development over with Alby. The three of you have been here the longest, or at least the longest of the surviving Gladers, but even your shared experience can’t come up with much explanation of what to do next. All that remains is to stay calm and hope that an avenue of escape presents itself as soon as possible.

Maybe that’s why Alby was so eager to go into the Maze the second Minho showed up one afternoon, out of breath and talking about having found a dead Griever. It’s another change, and everyone’s already on edge from the new girl’s arrival. A dead Griever could mean many things, but if it even hints at a way out, Alby feels that he has to see it for himself.

In the end, you’re not sure if he was right or wrong to visit the corpse of the Griever. Alby and Minho stay in the Maze longer and longer, to the point where a small group of Gladers starts clustering around the Doors to see if they’re coming or not. Although the gathering starts small, enough people head there after work that almost the entire population of the Glade, minus Teresa and a few others, finds themselves camped outside the gap in the stone walls.

Newt exchanges glances with you, both of you piercingly aware of the fact that Alby and Minho may not make it out. In that case, responsibility for leading the Glade will fall to Newt, but neither of you are remotely concerned with a sudden promotion, more what the loss of two of your closest friends will feel like. Although you hoped for change, this is too much.

Eventually, you see them, two straggling figures appearing around the corner of the far wall of the Maze. The Gladers erupt in shouts and cheers, begging them to have the strength to return home through volume and spirit alone. Even with the added motivation, though, you can tell that it’s no use. The time has come for the Doors to close, there’s no way your friends can make it back in time. Minho is almost carrying an unconscious Alby, he won’t be able to get both of them through the Doors.

It takes the Doors themselves starting to close to convince you of what you have to do. You won’t let your friends die here, not if there’s something you can do about it, no matter how small. You haven’t lived in a long time, too caught up in the monotony of having to survive, so at least now you can die for a purpose.

You look at Newt one last time before you go. He knows what you’re going to do, you think, you can see the flare of panic starting to rise in his eyes. Even Newt’s split second reaction is too slow, though, and you’re running through the Doors before he can pull you back.

The Doors slam shut behind you with a sickening thud. Minho looks horrified that you’d risk your life to try and save him and Alby, but you think that some selfish part of him is secretly glad that he won’t have to die alone. You help him hide Alby in some broken off hole in one of the Maze walls, but after that, the two of you have nothing to do except try not to die.

A few hours into the whole mess, you realize that you were wrong, terribly wrong. Dying will not make you feel alive, even in the midst of a glorious self sacrifice to save one of the few boys you’ve known the longest, it just makes you finally understand how much you’ll be losing.

For once, you want nothing more than to delve back into that safe, sheltered monotony. Let the sun shine on your face once more, let you walk to dinner complaining with Newt about how the Builders can’t seem to stop themselves from causing fights. Even something so simple as waking up in your own hammock seems like a miracle right now.

It’s there in that moment, running as fast as you can away from terrifying Grievers, that you fundamentally change your perspective on life as you know it. Your world does not have to be exciting or dangerous for you to feel like you’re truly living, it just has to be good, and what you had before was indeed good.

You use that bright spark of a realization to power you through the night. You’re getting out alive, damn it, no matter what it takes. You and Minho will survive, even if the odds are stacked against you. 

Despite your best words of encouragement, you’re still stunned to see the light of dawn filter across the sky. Making it through a night in the Maze is impossible, it always has been. Yet tonight, you and Minho set a new record. It feels amazing.

The two of you take up your positions near the Doors when the time comes. The stone slabs slide away, revealing a frazzled cluster of Gladers waiting for your arrival. The cheers and sighs of relief when your friends realize that you and Minho are alright is like nothing you’ve ever heard before, and you silently beat it into your mind that this is something worth remembering. This celebration is what living truly feels like.

You only allow yourself to relax once Alby is taken away by the Med-Jacks, and slump into your hammock for some much needed rest. For once, the dreamless sleep is all you’ve ever wanted, and you wake several hours later feeling peaceful, although not fully recovered.

As you pass Gladers and friends throughout the day, you’re met with proud smiles and fascinated whispers. Most of them are amazed that you survived, or simply in awe, although you think some are unnerved by it all. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for change, although more than a few Gladers are wary of it.

The one reaction you didn't expect, though, comes later. You’ve been looking for Newt all morning, ever since you saw him in that group waiting for you outside the Doors, but you’ve never gotten a chance to actually speak to him. Every time you try, he melts back into the crowds.

Your time comes later in the morning. You spot him walking through the Deadheads to grab more wood, and eagerly chase him down. You hadn’t realized how much you missed him, even in the few hours since you saw him last, but you’re still overcome with a wave of emotions upon coming face to face with him.

Newt, however, doesn’t seem as enthralled as you are. In fact, he looks almost angry. When he sees you, he throws down his load of lumber with far more irritation than you were expecting, making your steps slow in surprise.

Newt folds his now empty arms across his chest. “So, you made it out.”

You nod hesitantly. “Yes. Some might consider that a cause for celebration, but you look like–”

Unable to control his temper, Newt cuts you off. “What, like you broke a rule? You did, by the way. Non-Runners aren’t allowed in the Maze.”

You laugh incredulously, a sharp sound. “I was saving Minho and Alby. I did what I had to do to protect them.”

Newt scoffs. “And what about me? What about the rest of us, for that matter? You were supposed to die in there, all for nothing. I thought that was it for you. I thought I was going to lose you, all because you made the terrible decision to be a martyr. I can’t– I won’t–”

His words start freezing up in his throat, and you realize a moment before the first tear falls that he’s crying. Newt drags a frustrated hand over his eyes, but it’s too late, you’ve seen the damage. You’ve seen what you did to him by leaving.

Newt is starting to turn away, but you refuse to let this be the way the conversation ends, so you rush over to him and throw your arms around him. He tries to push you off by impulse, but you don’t budge and eventually he just sighs and pulls you closer to him. He smells the same way he always has, bright sunshine and freshly cut grass, although this time it’s tainted by salt from both his tears and yours.

You’re crying too, you realize, both of you choking on sobs because that is the worst punishment in the end, to have to lose the other. You discovered that when you were running for your life in the Maze, but Newt knew from the moment the Doors closed between the two of you.

You manage to gasp out words in between your tears. “I’m not going anywhere, Newt. Not anymore.”

He laughs, the sound muted against your shoulder. “Could have convinced me otherwise earlier. Just swear you won’t do it again, alright? I need you too much for that.”

You smile, pulling away briefly so he can see the sincerity on your face. “I swear. I don’t have to leave anymore, I’ve got you and that’s all that matters.”

It’s true, you realize halfway through saying it. You’ve got your new reason to live, and it begins and ends with the blond boy in front of you. He is all that you will ever need, and that’s just fine with you.

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[starshaped-dreamer]

near death experiences (minho x fem!reader)

w/c - 2048

notes - minho and y/n are stuck in the maze for the night. feelings are confessed after their near death experience only amplifies them.

warnings - injury, grievers, stressed and worried minho (nothing too graphic)

You knew it was a bad idea for Alby to come with you and Minho. The maze was unpredictable, more than ever since Ben was stung, and although he was an excellent leader, his lack of experience as a runner definitely concerned you.

It wasn't his fault he was stung, though. No amount of training or experience could've prepared anyone for the Griever that attacked them out of nowhere. Minho and Alby seemed to have the same instinct, immediately stepping in front of you. Although you found it a little condescending, you appreciated the gesture.

Alby was closer to the creature, however, and it wasn't long before it grabbed a hold of him. His scream of pain made it clear he was stung, and you immediately searched the area around you for something you could use to help him.

Minho had grabbed Alby by him arm, trying to keep a hold of him as the Griever pulled him the opposite direction. You knew the tug-of-war wouldn't last long, so you grabbed the biggest stone you could find. It was the closest thing you had to a weapon and you threw it straight at the monster.

It turned its head towards you, and you threw another rock at it.

"Y/N what are you doing?!" Minho yelled at you, and you could practically read his mind. You knew what you were doing wasn't the smartest option, but it was the only one you had at the time that ensured Alby's safety. He was important to the Glade, his decisions created peace within the Gladers. He had to live.

Ignoring Minho's yells, you continued to throw any stones and pebbles you could find, hoping to create some sort of diversion.

And it was working. You could see Alby beginning to slip from the Griever's grasp with Minho's help.

"Keep pulling Minho! I'll keep it distracted!" He looked between Alby and you in concern, as if he was conflicted.

"I can't let you do this Y/N!" He yelled back, but you couldn't let him stop.

"Minho, I'll be fine. Just get Alby out." You gave your best friend a small smile, before looking back at the Griever and throwing one last rock. With that, the Griever turned its full attention to you as it loosened its grip enough for Minho to pull Alby out.

You knew now was your only chance to escape. You turned on your heel and sprinted as fast as you could away from the Griever, knowing it was hot on your tail. You tried your best to ignore Minho's worried shouts as you kept running, turning corners wherever possible and trying to make it towards the exit. You knew you were close, it was just a couple more turns.

Suddenly, you felt the Griever's claws wrap around your ankle, pulling your legs out from underneath you. You slammed against the floor, but ignored the pain as you flipped on your back and began kicking at the creature's claws with your free foot. You got lucky, and after a few kicks, you managed to free yourself and clamber to your feet.

The Griever had twisted your ankle in a funny way, but the pain was the least of your worried as you ran as fast as you could manage away from it, knowing that you were approaching a jump where you could lose it.

Before you knew it, you launched yourself from the wall, flying over the gap.

The impact was excruciating as you landed on the other side. Your ankle had taken most of the blow, already injured from your close encounter with the monster earlier.

But you had lost the Griever. It had fallen down the gap, not being the greatest jumper, and you were grateful for not needing to run any longer.

You crawled over to the wall, slumping against it. You were weak and hurt, and didn't know how you were going to get out of the maze. Your only hope was for Minho to find you.

Minho was worried sick, dragging an unconscious Alby across the maze as quickly as he could, shouting your name. He was angry, mad that you had practically sacrificed yourself for Alby, and even more frustrated at himself for not doing more to stop you. You had to be okay. He still had something important to confess.

As he watched the sun lower and the sky darken, he knew he had to get Alby out of the maze. He was slowing Minho down, and getting him out could mean the difference between either of them surviving or dying.

He practically sighed in relief as he neared the doors, happy to see they were still open. Minho could see all the boys gathered round the entrance, shouting for him as they saw him.

He tried to pick up speed, hauling Alby along as fast as he could. He knew the doors were about to shut.

Everyone gathered around him as Minho reached the entrance to the Glade, placing Alby on the ground.

"What happened? Where's Y/N?" Newt pulled him aside and asked.

"Alby got stung. Y/N distracted the Griever and it chased her. I'm going to go find her." Minho spoke without his usual tinge of sarcasm, and Newt frowned in concern.

"The doors will close, Minho; you'll be trapped. You don't even know if she's still alive."

Minho clenched his jaw. "She's out there, all alone. I'm going to go find her," he repeated, ignoring Newt's protests.

He ran back into the maze, the other Gladers yelling after him. But the only thing on his mind was you. You were his best friend, the person he trusted most in a world where it was so hard to trust. The very idea of you being hurt, or worse, made his heart shatter into a million pieces.

You could hear the maze changing, knowing the doors were closing any time now. You just hoped Minho had gotten out, preferably getting Alby to safety too. You could rest well with that knowledge.

You rested your head back against the wall behind you, slowly stretching out your legs. Your ankle was throbbing, and you knew you'd have zero chance of getting up on your own any time soon.

Your heart rate picked up as you heard a noise. You thought you'd have more time before a Griever came. You closed your eyes, preparing to be stung, when you heard a voice.

"Y/N? Y/N!"

You opened your eyes to see Minho running towards you.

"Minho?"

He came and kneeled by your side, scanning you for injuries. "Hey," he smiled at you for a moment, before frowning. "Are you okay? Why didn't you find the exit."

You chuckled softly, overly happy to see your best friend. "I could ask you the same thing."

He frowned, but you could see the corner of his mouth tilt up slightly. "Y/N, I'm serious. Did the Griever get you? Are you hurt?"

You placed your hand on his to calm him down, and he could feel his heart rate immediately pick up at your touch. "I've done something to my ankle. I can't put any weight on it, so I couldn't get myself out of the maze."

His gaze immediately went to your ankle. "I'm so sorry, I should've done more. I could've prevented all of this." He bowed his head, and you knew he was full of regret and guilt. He was always the type to find some way to blame himself for everything.

You cupped his cheek gently, and this time it was your turn to receive butterflies at the contact. You ignored this, forcing Minho to look up at you. "Hey, hey. Don't go blaming yourself now. I knew what I was doing when I distracted that Griever. You did the right thing, saving Alby like that. My efforts would've gone to nothing if you didn't." He smiled, and you felt your heart flutter. "Now, your turn. Where's Alby, and why didn't you escape when you could?"

He sighed. "I took Alby back to the Glade. He's safe now don't worry." You immediately frowned.

"Minho, you shuckface, why aren't you in the Glade too?"

He smirked at your expression, and you crossed your arms. You didn't understand why he hadn't escaped when he had the chance.

"When I saw you hadn't gotten out, my top priority was making sure you got out. I don't know what I would've done if something horrible had happened to you."

You smiled at his comment. It wasn't often Minho was ever this vulnerable and sentimental, and it made that feeling in your heart grow stronger. The feeling that only happened when you were with him.

You took his hand, lacing your fingers through his. "I'm still mad at you for choosing my safety over yours, but I'm grateful." You spoke softly, looking up into his eyes. "There's no one I'd rather be stuck in a maze with."

He gave your hand a soft squeeze. "I was so worried Y/N." He spoke even softer than you had, not breaking eye contact. "I didn't realise just how much you meant to me until I thought I was going to lose you."

You hadn't realised it, but your faces had gotten closer and closer during your conversation. Minho's eyes drifted down to your lips and back up, and you gave a slight nod, almost as if granting permission.

He pressed his lips to yours, his hand moving from your hand to your cheek. The kiss was full of yearning, almost as if you both had wanted this for a long, long time.

As you pulled away you rested your forehead against his, your smile even wider than before.

"That was-"

"Perfect," you finished his sentence.

Your perfect moment was soon interrupted however, with a loud scuttling noise coming from just over the wall beside you.

You and Minho both frowned, knowing your current location wasn't going to be safe much longer.

"Come on, let's find somewhere to hide." He pulled you to your feet gently, immediately slinging your arm over his shoulders to take weight off your injured ankle.

He supported you as you both hobbled as fast as you could. You flinched at every noise, knowing that without a hiding spot the Grievers would catch up to your slow pace easily.

"Minho?"

He hummed, looking towards you.

"If a Griever comes, promise me you'll leave me-"

"No," he interrupted you quickly. "I just got you, there's no way I'm letting go."

You frowned, the last thing you wanted was for people to start putting your safety in front of their own. But you kept quiet, grateful to be by his side as it grew darker and darker in the maze.

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted something all of a sudden.

"Minho, over there." You pointed towards a cavern-like gap underneath a wall, concealed by vines.

His eyes widened as he saw, his face immediately stretching into a smile. "You're a genius."

He gently stepped away from you, allowing you to crawl onto the floor and clamber into the cavern. He followed, and you huddled close to him, head against his shoulder.

You woke to Minho gently nudging you. You stirred, disoriented as you remember the events of the previous night. "I'm sorry, did I fall asleep? I could've kept watch if you wanted to rest" You were relieved to see a bright sky peeking through the vines however. You both had survived the night.

"No, I'm glad you got some rest. Let's get out of here."

He helped you out of your little cabin and you began your walk back to the Glade. As you made your way to the door, nothing made you happier than seeing the relieved faces of the other Gladers, grateful to be out of the maze.

"Where's Clint and Jeff? Y/N's injured." You could hear him ask Newt as some of the other boys were pestering you with questions about your night.

But as you were helped to the Medjack hut, you couldn't help but smile at the one good thing that came out of that night.

You were Minho's and Minho was yours.

[crestfallercanyon]

this isn’t necessarily a fix request but just a thought I think would be funny. I truly love the idea of the gladers being friends from school or uni or something who haven’t seen each other in a while before finally catching up. and them all going through the crisis of oh my god gally got hot. inspired by how everyone is losing their minds over will poulter rn

This made me lol! Love it, love the ask.

I will address first: will poulter has always been hot and everyone is ludicrous. If you could not tell he was handsome even under all his Bandersnatch getup, then I don’t know who you were looking at, because he has the most charming smile (even as he’s about to leap off a building). And his face — he’s just a pretty man.

Second, I love the idea of this. I’m not the greatest with school aus, but maybe one day will try (or maybe someone else will take it up and then both our dreams will be realized ❤️❤️

But thanks for the ask!/comment? 😂

[toxicbubblegum212]

Maze runner ~ The girl that broke all the rules ~ Part 1

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~ Back story ~

You got lost in the maze a long time ago. You have no idea how long it been, you estimated around a couple years. It was very hard being cut off from all the people that you loved especially Alby. He was like your big brother when you first came up in the box.

You regret that day that you aimlessly ran into the maze. You were upset cause everyone doubted you and treat you like a nuisance. But this was your opportunity to change, to improve or die trying at least.

Everyone in the Glade gave up on you a long time ago. When you ran into the maze you were only 13.

~ In the Present ~

(your currently 16)

You were running around the maze as usually, enjoying the wind brushing against your cheeks and licking at loose strands of hair. You grew to like the Maze, sure you would never get out of it but why would you need to.

You arrived at a large crack in one particular wall, it was small enough to squeeze in a human but not any where near close enough for a griever which made your home perfect.

You make your way through feeling the cold cement press against your back. Once on the other side you met the marvellous wonder you called The heart of the maze. It was stunning, there were crystals scattered all over the cave, they glowed and shone bright like the stars in the sky. You found peace and comfort in the beauty of this cave. However that doesn't mean you still don't have times when you think back all those years ago. When you could remember Newt and Alby when you arrived in the box. How kind they were to you compared to all the other boys that slowly appeared. Sometimes you look a crystals and they remind you of them.

You look through your supplies, noticing that you might need to find or make new clothes. Food was never a worry, there were many exotic fruits that grew on the vines around your area. Once sorting through all your stuff you finally decided you might as well call it a day. You made your way over to your make shift bed, curled up and went to sleep.

(a couple hours later)

"Help ME MINHO!....MINHOOO shit!!!" you heard shouting echoing through out the maze. Sit up quietly sneaking your way over to the crack popping you head out. "THUD THUD THUD!" footsteps?..no its a Griever! You quickly start trying to locate where the commotion was coming from. You peak around a corner leading into section 3, you couldn't see anything till something caught your eye. Two eyes staring back at you from under some vines in a cut out hide away.

You head quickly starts whipping around looking left, right, up and down. Before you finally made your way over "Hey come on we can't stay here forever." you yank them out and start tugging what you now knew was a boy back to your hide out. "Wait please we must find my friend!", "He ditched you i don't see why you wanna go back for him" your voice was laced with venom. The boy looked a bit upset.."Fine but don't be surprised if i leave you behind." A smile appears as you follow him further into the maze. You did not like this idea one bit, Grievers where crawling all over these parts of the maze. But Surely enough you find the boys friend a muscular asian guy, he looks very tired and weary. "Alright follow me" you wave them over, "Wait who are you?" the buff boy asked "Thats can be answered later, if you wanna survive the night i suggest you focus..." he grew silent.

You successfully reached the wall crack without bumping into anymore Grievers. "After you" you gestured towards the entrance. The two looked at each other a bit sceptical. "Fine i'll go first!" you step through as the others closely followed behind.

"WOW this place is amazing!" The buff boy stated out loud and proud, "How could i have missed such a beautiful place?" both boys look astonished at the sight before them. "Do you live here?" one of them asked. "Why of course how else would i have survived this long" you chuckled flopping down on your bed of fur skins. "My names Thomas..whats yours...um if you don't mind me asking" the boy looked down shyly. "Y/N my names Y/N". The buff one's face looked shocked"..no way! Are you THE girl from the Glade! You name's engraved on our wall!!" the boy looked very very excited ecstatic even. "Sorry how rude of me my names Minho" he smiles softly. "Its fine and yes i was from the glade...thought it was a very long time ago." Both of them smile brightly at you. "We have heard stories about you Y/N" Thomas spoke. "The Glader's say that you ran into the maze when your only just 13, they said that it was your own stupidity that was your greatest down fall. And nobody even thought about the possibility the you could be alive." Thomas now looked a bit sad speaking such harsh words.

"Well you know what Thomas...there a bunch of assholes!" you huff. Minho chuckled in amusement "You could say that again". "Come with us back to the Glade Y/N!" Thomas pleaded. "NO!" "Why not?!?" Thomas questioned. "Cause...i don't want too! If i wanted to go back there i would have done so a long time a go!" you state sternly.

"I heard about how some of the boys treated you in the glade, and im truly sorry. But things have changed and im sure everyone would be happy to see you." Minho chimed. "How did you two even get stuck in here in the first place.?" Thomas laughs at Minho's sharp glare "It's cause this Greenie wanted to go sight seeing...in the maze!" he says sarcastically and a very annoyed tone.

"Well lets discuss it over some dinner shall we" you get up walking deeper into the cave to go retrieve some vegetables, meats and fruits.

The boys eyes lingered on you, "She is so important to the people of the glade and she doesn't even realise it ." Minho states "I agree, i think she gives us a good fighting chance to get out." Thomas responds.

You came back with some bowls of nice warm stew. The three of you sat eating, laughing and just genuinely enjoyed each others company. " Oh um feel free to sleep on my bed" you spoke. "What about you?" Thomas looked concerned. "Im not sure but ill be fine" you smiled. "No please stay it makes me feel bad" Thomas pleaded once more. "Fine" you were starting to think that Thomas is annoying but he means well. Which in return made you smile.

As the finished there meals you took there bowls and asked them to get comfortable on your stash of fur rugs. When you came back of course they made room for you and it had to be in the middle. Thomas pats the spot encouraging you. You made your way over and proceeded to start curling up in furs and trying to drift off to sleep.

10 minutes pass and Minho's sleep soundly. You could now see his features. You admit Minho was decently handsome and his personality was charming. "Hey..." you heard Thomas whisper grabbing you attention. You turnover towards him "Hey whats up Thomas?" Thomas eyes looked beautiful in that moment, you could see all the pretty colours around the cave reflecting. "I am the Greenie back at the glade, i ran into the maze too and im probably gonna get into a lot of trouble....my point is you and me are one in the same." you stay silent continuing to listen. Thomas leans closer resting his forehead on yours. "Y/N i just wanna hold you...i know that might sound strange but since you dragged me out of those vines i can't help but marvel at you." you smile a big wide genuine smile. "You look pretty when you do that" Thomas commented he slowly wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. You didn't fight it, his chest was very warm and surprisingly strong. "This is your safe place, if you ever need it feel free to come find me" Thomas said finally looking back up into your eyes. To your surprise Thomas kisses your cheek, then he slowly goes for lips and starts progressing down wards. You can feel passion and love admitting from him. He kisses you softly along your jaw line, neck and collarbone. "All i want is you Y/N...."

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[randomfandomimagine]

Omg please do write something based on that (referring to your “Childhood friends to enemies to lovers” post). Maybe, if I may, a HC based on that for Poe Dameron (if you write for him..) pretty please 🙈

I do write for him, I just haven’t written much for Poe :P But thanks for requesting, here are your headcanons:

Poe Dameron:

When you were kids, you were inseparable

You grew up together and quickly became friends

Had a lot of things in common, thought very similarly…

You and Poe had a lot of inside jokes and shared adventures

But most importantly, you had each other’s back

If one of you got in trouble, the other was there to help

You supported one another, encouraging the other’s dreams

Poe wanted to be a pilot and his dream caused him to drift away

“We’ll see each other again, after our dreams come true, and celebrate”

That’s what he would always say to you

When you were grown up, your lives took different paths

Poe went on to become a pilot like he had always wanted

Like he would always tell you, fantasizing with it

With the many people he would help and the ships he would pilot

How he would be the greatest pilot in the galaxy

You missed each other, but understood that life got in the way

You were both mature enough to understand it was that way

You had different goals and hence took different paths

Still, you kept contact and would chat every once in a while

Things changed, however, when you once met him

After years and years appart, without even seeing each other

Barely even talking at all, he was suddenly there again

You had made your goal too, and had business with him and his people

Without knowing that famous pilot was actually Poe

You planned a whole scene in your head, your reunion

He would smile when he laid eyes on you and wave

Then you would run to him and you’d collide in an embrace

He would say how much he’d missed you, and you’d congratulate him

After all, his dream did come true, he was one of the greatest pilots

But when the moment came, he barely even acknowledged your presence

Poe even acted like you didn’t even existed, just like that! 

Annoyed at this, you tapped him in the shoulder

So much for reuniting and celebrating your dreams…

“Excuse me, sorry” He told you. “I’m busy right now”

And just like that, he asked you to leave

You glared and scowled, hating that it had gone to his head

Did he really think himself so important to behave like that?

Cue months of getting on the other’s nerves

You couldn’t stand him nor he you, always arguing

You always clashed, not standing the other at all

Until one day it started hurting you, that you ended up like that

“Do you really not care about me anymore? After all we’ve been through?”

Poe stared at you in confusion, surprised by your demeanor

“Wait… Y/N? Are you… my Y/N?” 

As it turns out, he hadn’t recognized you at all

He excused himself, apologized profusely

Of course he remembered your name, but he didn’t believe it

Poe had convinced himself that it couldn’t be actually you, his Y/N

To be honest, when you met that day he was busy

And he was a little absent-minded, having a lot on his mind

Besides, he refused to believe you were the person he wanted to

Poe didn’t want to get his hopes up that he had found you again

And just thought it was a coincidence that your name was Y/N

You had changed a lot either way and it was hard to tell it was you

But after that misunderstanding, you began getting closer again

It took time and patience, because it had been so long

And because you had been basically enemies lately

But in the end you made up and ended up dating

And you were happily ever after

Tag list: @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader / @fortheloveofbenyandtom / @caswinchester2000 / @danietoww04 / @mattiekins // If you want to be added or taken off the tag list for these fandoms or characters, let me know!!

[wydobrien]

idk about you guys... but

i kind of feel like thomas would be such an amazing boyfriend ? allow me to elaborate:

imagine spending an evening in the glade all cuddled up with him. both of you would be laying on the soft grass, a warm breeze just strong enough for you to watch the wind rustle the small curls in the ends of his hair, his arm holding you to him but in a relaxed, fixed way so you don’t worry whether he’s worried or stressed about something, and he’d be staring either at the sky or you. he’d spend a few minutes switching up little touches of affection; maybe he’d curl a hand up to the back of your head to rub it or play with your hair, or draw shapes on your hip, or slip his hand beneath your shirt just so he can feel the warm skin of your back. tommy would be especially affectionate if you had a hard day, just as you would be if he had one. he’d hold you a tad tighter, kiss you a tad longer, cup your face just so he could stroke his thumbs against your cheeks or your lips, tell you that the gladers appreciated all that you do and that he cares about you and that it is okay to not feel okay all the time - he’d make sure that your emotions were validated. tommy would find ways to give you loving kisses, just because he’s fully relaxed and wants to always remind you that he values moments like this.

tommy would be the most concerned for your well being. he’d stop right in the middle of working through a plan to ask you if you were okay, he’d be by your side for as long as he could, he’d always step in front of you if danger presented itself and keep you behind him, and he’d make sure you were safe first before anyone else. he is a selfless person, through and through, and you are an upmost priority to him. he wants to protect you to the very end. if he had to separate from you, he’d assign newt or minho to look after you with a direct order to keep you safe. tommy would hate to see you broken, raw or hurting, and he’d be driven to do his best to keep you lifted. however, when he acts too "much” in his protectiveness or smothers you too heftily in his paranoia, you can ease him with little issue. you know that he only has good intentions, but that he will also listen to you and understand when you feel like he’s overwhelming you. this is the balance you two have, but thomas will always be your greatest protector.

his love has no bounds. whenever you feel insecure, but you’re too shy to tell him what you’re specifically insecure about, he won’t pressure you to open up. tommy will simply begin his “list” about the things he knows that you know he loves about you. he will also do things like knead and kiss on random spots of your body while mumbling the things he loves about it, have you lay your head on his chest while he rubs your back and tells you how strong you are, or simply just hold you. tommy doesn’t need to have a reason to let you know how much he loves you, but when a reason does come up, he’ll open up with you or be there for you however he feels you want him to. he could never hate you. at your worst, he loves you. even if you joined wickd, thomas’s heart would hurt too much to hate you because he always has faith that you are good. 

imagine the mornings you two would have. now, what tommy would want is to be either wrapped up in your arms or you wrapped up in his, but he gets hot at night and tosses and turns constantly and the two of you end up somewhat apart when you wake up. however, funnily enough, thomas seems to make sure that at least there is some touch; sometimes he’ll just press his leg to yours, or have a hand on your back if you’re asleep on your stomach, or have his fingertips brushing yours. the stability and safety he gets from it relieves his anxiety. tommy is a early bird. really it’s because he has difficulty sleeping and finds it difficult to fall back asleep after waking up, but he has a ton of energy and his body is constantly pushing him to expel it. he won’t watch you, even though he’ll want to because he finds you to be oh-so beautiful when you’re asleep or distracted or in your thoughts anyways, but he’ll listen to your soft, steady breaths. when you do wake up, he loves to push your hair out of your face before you can. you just let him at this point, but you’ll sometimes make him smile by pretending to bump your hand into his as he’s doing it. there are some more tender mornings than others. the first morning after he gained consciousness in the safe haven, he is in your arms. he hardly slept, but you were patient, and he’d still shake while dreaming, but you were patient and loving enough to hold on. the first morning in the scorch, he has you in his arms. he has a newfound drive to escape wickd’s hold, but the scorch is also the most dangerous place he’s known so far, and he could only sleep with you in his arms just so he can be sure you are there. the first morning in the glade was peaceful. you two were next to each other in your own hammocks, but your hands were very loosely connected, until thomas woke up and held yours properly. your fingers were still dangly and limp against his hold, but he just loved the feeling of your hands together first thing in the morning. 

let me know if you want me to add more. i feel like my elaboration is done, but, writing abt thomas is heaven-sent. idkidk :,) 

[broccolipizzaart]

Huge Happy Birthday to the greatest elder brother!

This day (I can't say what year for sure) my (actually, my brother's) OC, the boy named Jeremy, was born (ya know him as Dominik, and this name he got in WICKED after the french physicist, astronomer and politician Dominique François Jean Arago)

🐾 Immune

🐾 He hated his second name even after the Swipe so everyone in and after the Glade called him just Cat

🐾 In WICKED before the Maze he caused a lot of riots sometimes, so he took part in fightings way too often /Does anyone have questions why Mirta was such a badass?/

🐾 But all these riots were not useless, cuz he still remembered that Luce (Mirta) was his sister while they were livin' in WICKED

🐾 He was older than Mirta by 7 years, so this fact made him the oldest boy in the Glade (he was already in his twenties during the Maze Trials)

🐾 Even though he was the oldest Glader, he wasn't in charge cuz he trusted Alby in doin' this job

🐾 Aaand btw I was wrong about his age during the sun flares, he should have been younger than 10 years

[mazerunnerrose]

Newt X Reader Part 2

Y/n is back and she is alive

That confused me even more. How do these people know who I am even though I have never met any of them in my life. Well that I remember.

The boy who told them to go get the guy named Newt jumped down into the box landing next to me. He crouched down to look me in the face and smiled "hey there greenie. It's nice to have you back."

I tried backing away confused and worried "how the hell do you know me? I have never met any of you in my life."

"The names Alby. And don't worry Y/n we won't hurt you. I'll tell you what we know later but we have to get you out of this box and show you around."

He stood up holding his hand down to me. I took it still holding Bandit as he pulled me up. The boys that were surrounding the box helped me out of the box and a young chubby boy probably about 12 or 13 ran up to me pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

I froze but soon relaxed as this position seemed very familiar to me. "y/n you're here. I thought you were dead."

"Chuck she doesn't remember anything." Alby said as he stood next to me. I turned to him and saw the sad look he was giving the younger boy.

The boy in which Alby called Chuck frowned and said "sorry greenie."

As I stood there dazed the name Chuck ran through my mind. Then a memory hit me.

"Chuck come on"

"y/n hold up. You're to fast for me."

"Well being fast pays off when your a runner."

"Wow,  greatest sister of the year award goes to you"

I finally stopped running turning around to laugh. "get over here!" I pulled him into a hug "well you aren't the best brother either" I sarcastically said.

"You have been spending to much time with Minho."

"of course I learned from the best. Speaking of which where is the Sarcasm Queen?"

A voice pulled me out of my trance and I looked down to see Chuck standing there. I pulled him into a hug "I missed you so much brother."

Chuck's eyes lit up as he hugged back.

Alby watched amazed that I remembered that again. "Do you remember everything?"

"Sorry I just remember Chuck and some guy named Minho."

Newts POV

I was sitting sadly in the garden caring for the plants. Today a new Greenie showed up but I couldn't bring myself to welcome them. It's has officially been 4 months since my girlfriend Y/n had went into that maze and never came back out. 

"Newt!"

"Newt!"

I turned around to see Gally screaming my name. "what is it?" I noticed his happy face. A face I haven't seen on him since Y/n never came back. Y/n and Gally were great friends. She would always make friends with everyone.

"Come quick. She is back! Our glader girl is back!"

My eyes lit up as I ran to the box cursing my Bloody limp.

I froze in disbelief as I saw the love of my life interact with her younger brother Chuck while carrying a little puppy. I couldn't believe it. She was alive.

Before I could run to her Alby caught my eye and shook his head. I nodded mine sadly. She doesn't remember. But I have to try. I will do anything get her back and I shall never let her get away again. No matter what.

@technolilly @baseballbitch116 @mazerunner @maze-runner-imagines @the-writer-appreciation-blog

[lightcreators]

003!

zombie apocalypse meme / @alichter

003.   our muses run into a bag full of supplies … did the person who leave it die? did they forget it? or … is it a trap?

Thomascould feel the backpack’s weight lowered down the further kilometers’ went —the presence of water was becoming increasingly rare and the sounds of hisstomach were incredibly painful. Sometimes, when they paused around forcatching up his breath, erase the sweet of his forehand, he found the reflex toput a hand upon his eager stomach, forcing him to bear it another hour. Always, his gaze reached those of Alec — beready to react if he needed anything,careful to catch up any strange signs: called it a night and try to sleep,stopping for some kind, timing for talk…

When theywere walking, honestly, the thought to stayalive was too powerful for allowing another distractions. His feet cried atagony for the previous hours, and he always wanted to ignore the pain until itbecome a suffering to live with — denial’sweight getting harder into his shoulder. Howpeople lived into this ruin’s heap? This thought indirectly triggering someinternal feeling towards WICKED — letting the rich getting in power of thesurvivor’s populations, deciding which one of them should die or not, trappedsome innocents kids into unhealthy tests…he was sicker to had been partof it, for had helped these guys in one way or another for the ‘greatest good’…acure they would be probably keep for themselves, some laboratories rats whowill lost their utility…his life mustn’t have that much importance as the rest ofthe gladers if they had the option tokill them.  

Finishingwith his burning throat some rest of water, Thomas forced himself to put suchthoughts behind, his eyes always on Alec. Ended up the pause, the path seemed farharder than the seconds prior — one step after the other, he wondering if oneday such journey would end. Blinking suddenly, his focus turned into thepresence of a bag on the path. Watching his partner’s eyes for a couple ofseconds, as seeking for some reassurance.

Everything was natural at best, he thought with sarcasm. This mustbe a joke, or another game placed for be certain they would fall into it. As,somehow, there was hope — they weren’t going to handle the walk long, and suddenlysome supplies were offer to them, like that, by chance? Watching behind, thefear that it might something he forgotten along the way crossed his mind — buthow could had been forgot how many if it’s was the case? When they paused, hehad making sure they were the rest of supplies here. He still remembered howhis mouth wouldn’t say no for some water.

“ Okay — ” He felt likeThomas had to say something. “ It’sabsolutely not strange at all that itfalls down the moment when we need it the most — I think we have to worryabout our fate. ” It looked far so surrealand too simple a discovery like this. Unless someone played with them ; unlesstheir life were in danger ; unless they were becoming pawns once more against their will — he wouldn’t been surprisedat this point. Every action they taken upon their life was study’s matter forthe WICKED. “ Some thoughts ? ” He asked to Alec, his voice betrayinghis clear indecision to the right decision.

[alice-is-in-wonderland]

2018 Review

Rules: Answer the questions about your 2018, and then tag friends.

Tagged by @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader Love you, fam!

5 Movies you watched:

-Death Cure (omg I cry almost every time, and I am NOT a crier)

-TAG (omg please, have movie night with your friends and watch it)

-Greatest Showman (really good, great soundtrack)

-Black Panther (I LOVE THIS MOVIE PLUS IT CAME OUT AROUND MY BIRTHDAY IT WAS AMAZING PLUS IT HAS A GOOD SOUNDTRACK)

-Infinity War (big oof i wasnt prepared for)

5 Shows you watched:

-Star vs. the Forces of Evil (holy shit, this show is incredible)

-Gravity Falls (after a shit ton of years, I finally watched the ending and holy fuck this show is my favorite)

-Tangled, the Series (this is super good! But im not done with it yet im on season 3)

-Over the Garden Wall (good, but short and a bit dark)

-Steven Universe (im just starting it though)

5 (7) Songs you listened to:

-“Thank you, next” -Ariana Grande (omg a mood)

-“Might Not Like Me” - Brynn Elliot (strong women will love this song)

-“Broken Clocks” - SZA (this song is a mood and its an anthem for me, really)

-“Can’t Be Erased” - JT Music (its for Bendy & the Ink Machine, and if you know me, you know I love this damn game a lot)

-“Lone Digger” - Caravan Palace (man, i do love me some good swing music, that entire album was good)

-“Without Me” - Halsey (IM SORRY I HAD TO I CANT CHOOSE THERE WAS A LOT OF GOOD MUSIC)

“Revenge” - XXXTentacion (man, it sucks that such a talented being like him is no longer with us, the album called ‘17’ really means a lot to me)

5 Books you read:

-“The Lost Army of Cambryses” - Paul Sussman (omg if you like historical fiction, read this)

-“Blood Red Road” - Moria Young (really good, like, wow im trying to read the rest of the series when i find it)

-“The Death Cure” - James Dashner (finished it the day before the movie came out and ouch this book got dark)

-“Frankenstein” - Mary Shelley (had to read it for a class in college and it was pretty good!)

-“The American Way of Eating” - Tracie McMillan (also for another class at college, sorry, but it really does a good job of explaining the shit people with lower incomes go through, and how fucked the food system is in America: read this to have your eyes opened, basically)

5 Good Things that happened to you:

1. I got Tumblr! And although this hellsite has been thorugh a lot this year I think we will make it

2. I met amazing people here! @newtieparker @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader @rustic-space-fiddle @esthercantdraw @iamyourbloodydealer @newtmasbookverse @0panenbyshit0 @gladerscake @pushdontpull @kcjenkinsoffical @thatsmebeingworthless @sighinastorm @theinvisiblespoon @elmerkasprzakguarantees @marvelxanimexothers @skiecat @that-one-falsetto @159potterhead (i know for the last four, we havent talked, but i do notice you, friends, thank you for the likes and reblogs!) and so much more I have to add later!

3. I got accepted to go on a study abroad trip in the spring!

4. I became an assistant manager at work with some great people :)

5. I lived another year (and no, I’m not joking, there were some really nasty patches this year i didn’t know if i was gonna make it through)

That’s all i got, my friends! Here’s to another year, and I hope it goes well for all of you! Cheers!

[crestfallercanyon]

This is interesting. I never paid much attention — but hey cheers to going back seven years and digging gifs lmao Notice, here, Newt and Gally come to the same conclusion to Thomas's question: don't go into the maze after them. They are unequivocally on the same page about this. Even their reasoning stems from the same idea -- it is against the rules to go into the maze, and no running in after anyone. BUT Gally needs only to rely on the rule itself, and that is enough. Newt, however, provides the rationale behind it. Now, most likely this is just explicative for the audience's sake, but let's say it's not. I'd like to think this is telling about how they operate.

I’ve said this before, but I think movie!gally and movie!newt saw eye-to-eye OFTEN before Thomas arrived. They both wanted to keep everyone safe, they both wanted stability in the Glade, they both sought to make sure everyone was taken care of. But this clip here shows a) why newt was second-in-command and gally never would have been (sorry hon) and b) their inner philosophies when it comes to risk assessment and what the maze means. Newt is brave and artful. He sees the world grayer than Thomas and Gally do and is obviously willing to operate in it. Newt’s decisions are fascinating. What are his values? When are they enough to ignore a rule? When does the reward outweigh the risk? These are clearly questions he mulls over, and in a brutal world like the one they are in, it is DANGEROUS to play with that kind of fire because how badly you get burned is not up to you. When it comes to making Thomas a runner after killing the Griever, Newt understands they’re walking a line there and he decides to take the risk. He is not like Thomas who believes he is right and everyone else is wrong. Newt, in the first movie, is unsure but takes the leap anyway. His response to Thomas in the Slammer isn’t “you’re right and I’ll follow you to the end” — not yet. It’s “finish what you started or else this is all for nothing”. That’s not just for Thomas’s sake, but for his own. He won’t take the risk until he thinks about why the rule was created, and has determined whether what he wants for everyone is worth more than the values that put the rule in place. When it comes to Thomas breaking all the rules, he offers up the ultimate worth-shifter: a chance at freedom. For that, Newt will do anything. Even if dismantle everything he’s ever known.

Gally is steadfast and cautious. What's great about his character is these are values that end up being his greatest flaws. He was willing to be the bad guy on behalf of the rules and the maze because it’s not about what he wants, it’s about what the Maze wants. He even talks about the maze as if it has its own mind and desires— and what is the point of arguing with the system when it will always have you outmatched and outgunned, and its answer to your challenges will be nothing but death? To Newt and Thomas and Minho, the point is striving for freedom, so the risk of death is worth it. However, Gally's fear of the Maze and desire for safety are what drives him, which means he will do what the Maze seems to want him to do. While wisdom and hindsight can go to show how that Gally’s philosophy of uphold the rules without waiver is a dangerous mentality, I find it hard to blame a 15-year-old boy who has only seen brutal consequences whenever the rules are broken, with no trustworthy reason to reconsider. The other Gladers that do know better never truly take their time to explain or rationalize with him despite the validity of his perspective — they just get mad he opposes them (which he can be kind of a dick about it, but still) — until it’s too late. In short: Gally follows the law without fail because he trusts the raw text of them to provide safety. Newt follows laws when they serve what he believes is the correct purpose. This is what makes the two of them, and their parting, an absolute tragedy. Unlike Thomas and Gally, who are somewhat two sides of the same coin with similar ideas and perspectives and arguably personality driving them to different conclusions, Newt and Gally are almost like each other's inverse. They both represent the same image, but what colors their decisions is entirely different, and that wasn't noticeable until they reached this breaking point. They are both strong people, but Newt is quiet while Gally is loud. They are both resourceful, but Gally is dutiful whereas Newt is opportunistic. They are both loyal, but Newt is a counselor and Gally is a protector. This isn't to say that, for ex, Newt isn't protecting and Gally isn't opportunistic at times. I think of them, however, as like the "recessive trait" to their personalities and the dominant traits are dutiful and supporting. So many parts of them align, but the details are disjointed. I just love analyzing them together, because I can see how they became great friends, and I can also see how they were probably sometimes each other's greatest headaches. Sometimes they were the only person who felt they could understand the other and somehow at the same time did not understand each other at all. This is why I think were friends, and why I think gally probably didn’t see newt going with thomas coming until it was already beyond his comprehension and why I think Gally was betrayed and Newt felt immense guilt over it. And yeah, that's what I think about when I see this little gif side by side.