#TMR fanfiction

[fili-is-gone]

Hi <3 can you maybe recommend me the top 3 of your all-time favorite (newtmas) fics?

Only 3? I've read so many incredible Newtmas fics those past 10 years, a lot of which I've come to reread multiple times! It's impossible to choose only three 🥺

If you're holding me at gun point though here's three fics I'll always recommend:

Pluto by @dont-bee-shy

but this is not the end by @go-catch-a-chickn

a reason to bleed. by @koolwhipped

[that-girl-glader]

‎‏I am mohammed ayyad of Gazans, living in very difficult conditions because of the war that the Gaza Strip is under. Since the outbreak of the war on the seventh of October we have been evacuating .

‎‏Then the journey of suffering and separation began,because my children were separated and evacuated from our home without covering or clothes., From here they became infected with diseases, and what increased our fatigue was the constant upbringing due to the different areas in which we were displaced, as we were displaced 9 times, and this was very expensive, the last of which was the 9th of this August from Hamad Town. In addition to that, we have lived in the summer season in a tent that did not exceed three meters, closed with nylon, so it is like an agricultural greenhouse atmosphere. It is very hot. All in all, we live difficult days that no human beings can afford

We have no work because of the war, and we do not have any kind of money and this is accompanied by a crazy and horrible rise in prices.

Although water is not suitable for drinking, this is the cause of many diseases

The last suffering is that we are out of Hamad without taking our purposes or our tents and now we are searching the earth in the roads and our children and our elderly parents are suffering..So we use direct donation including what they can or share links fully so people can know our tragedy and pain. Remember a small contribution can make a difference in the lives of many children who are dealing with their health condition all. Leave their details and make them happy with your generous contribution.

I would really appreciate it if you guys took the time to read this, and donate anything if you can. I feel like I get sad a bit every time I post about Gaza because I barely get any attention or responses. And I feel like I am not that good at spreading the message maybe. Guys, please help a family in Gaza if you can please!!

NEWTMAS FANS:

Idk if y'all even know the story of Odysseus or even the epic the musical that's been blowing up lately. Okay maybe not blowing up, I'm just a nerd. But I wanna write a fanfiction with Thomas as 'Odysseus' and Newt as 'Penelope' and I'll create that au, and make sure to assign every character to who I see fit. Because I missed writing like crazy, and I have a break coming up sooo. I have time to grind!!!!!!!

BENRIUS FANS:

I have an idea for a Darius centric fanfiction that is post camp creteceous and sometimes around chaos theory or a bit before, and it's basically about Darius discovering his identity as someone on the AroAce spectrum and he is gonna feel romantic attraction for the first time and a bit of physical attraction too!! But I am NOT writing smut or implying it!!! I'm just gonna make him like attracted to arms or something. Not in a sexual way. Personally I seperate physical and sexual attraction because that's how my sexuality works. And it makes more sense to me that way. But yeah BENRIUS GUYS!!! And dw there will be some yasammy and kenlynn in the background!!!

[petrichor-idyllic]

do you have any minally headcanons? (or any other rarepairs, they're my pet favourite rn lol)

I typically write x reader, so I've never given it much thought really.

Though, I think Minho and Gally would be a fun couple. The fighting and bickering after Thomas arrives, the feeling of betrayal when Minho sides with Thomas, the angst when Gally comes back and Minho has to deal with nearly spearing him to death (in the movie universe.)

There is a lot to work with here. I will have to think about this.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

going kind of stir crazy from a bad mental health day - might post a preview of one of my upcoming TMR fics as a distraction?? does that sound like something good??

[its-tea-time-darling]

7 for the fanfic asks!! <333

7 Post a snippet from a wip.

“And we...” Thomas coughed, cursing himself for even having brought it up. It was weird and overstepping to think she would feel the same way about him that she had in his memories. “We what?” Teresa asked curiously. Her hair shone black in the dim evening light, and Thomas was itching to touch it. He must have blushed because she laughed. “What, we were lovers or something?” Thomas blushed even more. Her laugh died out. “Oh,” she breathed. Thomas nodded, not sure he could trust his voice. For some reason he couldn’t make himself look at her.

for a fic with the draft title 'slammer smut' that i started for thomesa week 🙊🙊🙊

thanks for sending this ari!!

[iasconsumesmedia]

Translation into Swedish for @its-tea-time-darling of her lovely fic Everything I wanted, now available on ao3 :)

[strawberry23487]

11, 26, and 64 for the ask game?

thanks for sending these anon! :D

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

gonna be more than three because 1. who's counting (not you anon i hope lol) 2. all of those fantastic tmr darkfics deserve shout outs:

note: most of these fics contain some degree of violence and dubious consent to rape/non-con

Involving Janson

1. The Ratman Knows by VCCV (+ Newt/Thomas)

2. (Restricted) janson is a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad man by @rememberthatiloveyou (thrilled i could help inspire this piece of fuckery)

3. Taming A Curious Mind (Is Easier Said Than Done) by TheFicDustbin (part 2 of a series)

4. Together and Alone by TMRshenanigans Janson x Thomas x Teresa. haven't been able to keep up with updates but love the parts i've read

Others:

5. Minho x Thomas: Wrapped Around Minho's Finger by OmegaJay

6. Female OC x Gladers: Virgin Of The Glade by XxMinxOfASnakexX30 (XxTheSnakesMinxxX30) there are TOO FEW only girl in the glade fics that result in girl getting to bang all of the gladers left and right. a tragedy, truly.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

probably hallowed be your name hahaha

64. Something you love to see in smut.

embarassment, shame, guilt, patheticness, crying, rape etcetc

****

or wait was three favorite fics meant for my own fics? anyway now i already compiled the list. if you want me to list 3 favs of my own fics anon send another ask and ill do it

[its-tea-time-darling]

Pounding With Perspective: Fucking On The Ferris Wheel (Thominewt)

by flemoncake (@go-catch-a-chickn), Tea_Time_Darling

ot3 submission for minewt mini weekend, prompt: first dayte @minewtweek

Summary:

Thomas and Newt are completely infatuated with the attractive guy in Thomas' philosophy lecture. When they find out he works part-time at an amusement park, a plan starts to brew in their minds. A plan so crazy, it might just work.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 6,858

Tags: Porn With Plot, wherein the plot is a stupidbad plan held together by sheer luck and duct tape, Voyeurism, Ferris Wheel Sex

[its-tea-time-darling]

because it's international day of sign languages, i'd like to recommend two tmr fics that contain sign language - if you know of more feel welcome to add on!

in The Name (Thominho, 8k) by @dunne-ias, an important side character is deaf and sign language is present.

summary:

When Newt hears the name for the first time, it barely registers with him. It’s the beginning of term after all, and Minho is a friendly guy. There’s nothing really noteworthy about Minho retelling a joke he heard from Thomas Agnes, the guy who sits next to him in his linguistics class. It is a funny joke, but the name of the boy who told it to Minho is soon gone form Newt’s mind. ---- Basically, this is Thominho told almost entirely through the POV of Newt, who only knows Minho and doesn't meet Thomas until the end.

in snapshots (gen, 4.3k) by @dahliia04 (which was a gift for @pathsofoak at last year's secret santa) minho uses sign language because he has a difficult relationship with his voice after the torture at wicked.

summary:

Chuck made it out of the Maze, but not with the other boys. Reunited in Paradise, they learn that WICKED hasn’t set their futures in stone.

[fili-is-gone]

So I always wanted to use this line in a story and had it written in my notes forever and today finally the day has come:

It drains the last of Newt's strength to raise his hand and touch it to Thomas' cheek. He takes a rattling breath, then, with the salty taste of their mingled tears on his lips he says: “My brain might be eaten away by this virus, but it holds no power over my heart.”

- I Don't Want To Watch The World End With Someone Else

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi Petri, soooo I just finished Dead man walking and already (not that soon though, cause I know you have many requests to get through) need a part 2 because this is my new favorite thing, I love it, you did amazing (as always <3).

You can do whatever you want for part 2 but I wish you could do a little scene where the reader is trying to figure something about her job out and Gally is there just staring at her, and how beautiful she looks when concentrated,and they're just flirting and having fun. Also please do a lot of Fry teasing them because I absolutely love it.

Yes, absolutely, I can.

Love my boy Gally.

Sorry I've been MIA.

DEAD MAN WALKING PT. 2

MASTERLIST | GALLY MASTERLIST

PART 1 | PART 2

SUMMARY: See above. Continuation from part 1. Time skip to the Safe Haven.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, Frypan bullying Gally, awkward tension, you not being sure what to do with yourself, reference to Chuck's death. WICKED being WCKD because movie. Newt's dead. Rip.

The past few weeks have been a blur of chaos and emotion.

You'd arrived at the Safe Haven. But, you were the only person left from the rebels.

Lawrence stormed the City, destroying and setting fire to everything, which was not the plan. And not something you agreed with.

You'd split off and made your own way through the City, managing to bump into Gally on his way to their escape ship. His group had taken some blows.

They'd lost Newt to the Flare. Teresa got swallowed by a burning building. Thomas had been shot. Minho had been deeply traumatised at WCKD's hands.

Life hadn't been easy on these kids. But at least they're safe now.

And so are you, even if you're permanently having some kind of identity crisis due to too much free time and losing your rebellious means.

But, hey, you've still got Gally, at least.

Well, sort of.

Things have been painful awkward since your kiss in the Last City.

It's no one's fault in particular. You've been moving a hundred miles an hour your entire life, and now you get shouted at for finishing your work too quickly, and you're not really sure how to deal with people when you're not bossing them around or being bossed around.

And, Gally is just generally terrible at feelings.

It's actually mildly concerning, sometimes.

Which has led to a weirdly tense friendship where neither of you really know what you're doing.

It's a painful watch.

And you kinda sorta forgot that Gally is still a slightly awkward teenage boy with no experience with women.

It's definitely an experience; but on the bright side, you've become an honorary Glader. Sure, you don't understand the slang still, and you have to remember to not ask too much about the Maze or some of the people because you'll be met with several PTSD induced panic attacks. But, you've befriended them.

Minho is funny and sarcastic and incredibly tough.

Frypan is sweet, and also kind of funny. And he's an excellent cook despite what the other boys say.

Thomas is bold and determined, even taking a bit of a leadership role alongside Vince - even after his well-deserved break.

And whilst Brenda and Jorge aren't quite Gladers, you also like them quite a bit. Jorge reminds you of Lawrence in a way. He's rebellious and bold, but instead of cold and occasionally terrifying, he's funny and fraternal. And Brenda is kind of like you in a way, except she's playful. Which you have severely been lacking in the last few years of your life.

Yet, despite integrating into his friend group, his new home, his daily life - yours and Gally's relationship is still at a weird standstill.

So, you've decided to dive into work. Helping Vince is an easy way to clear your mind, and helping out people who've suffered under WCKS's hands is kind of your speciality.

You prepare blankets, clean, help Frypan in the kitchen, help with building plans, settle petty disputes; you name it, you do it.

And that's something Gally has always admired about you.

"Oi, shank, you're starin' again." Frypan says, snickering as he sits next to Gally, the light from the flames bouncing off his face.

Bonfires are an almost nightly occurrence at the Safe Haven. A celebration of their freedom and security. But, it's a bittersweet experience for the remaining Gladers. Memories of happier times dance in the fires of community. They always thought escaping the Maze would be the end, but they often find themselves remembering simpler times.

You don't share the same heartfelt irony.

"I'm not starin'." Gally grumbles back, yet his eyes still linger on you.

You walk around, handing out drinks and occasionally adding to the fire, making small talk; mainly with Vince, Thomas, and Brenda. You also occasionally take grimances sips of Gally's special brew - another festivity bought from the remains of the Maze.

"Uh huh, sure you aren't." Frypan chuckles as he sips his drink, a beat passing between the boys. "I don't get it. You guys kissed. Like, you kissed an actual girl. And now... what?"

Gally sighs, dropping his head as he speaks in a grumbled tone. "I... I don't know, man. She's... she was my boss. She saved my life. You know she found me in the Maze and-"

"And did everything to patch you up. Took you under her wing. Yeah, yeah, we know, we get it." Frypan rolls his eyes, knowing the story off by heart. "You clearly care about her, so why not actually doing something about it?"

"She hasn't done anything about it."

"Uh, yeah, she did."

"When?"

"When she shuckin' kissed you, slinthead."

Gally falls silent for a moment, eyes landing back on you. It's everything about you; your hair, your eyes, your smile, the way you hold yourself, your passion - everything.

"...I don't wanna shuck it up, Fry."

Frypan's eyes land on his friend, the teasing tone slipping away as he looks at him. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Gally anxiously taps his foot, eyes lingering on you again. He looked at you like you were a Goddess and him a feeble insect, blessed to be in your mere presence.

"Gally?" Frypan presses him, brows starting to furrow in worry.

Gally has never been good with words. He's aggressive, and scary, and dangerous. Even if he has learnt to forgive and become more humble thanks to you, it's not like he's become an expert at this. And now he has...

Feelings.

Ew.

He sighs, running his fingers through his short hair. "...I messed everything up back in the Maze. I was scared, and I acted on my own. I tried to hurt you guys, and I..." He trails off, the sound of the gunshot and Chuck hitting the floor still burnt into the back of his retinas. He shakes his head, clearing his throat. "I don't wanna mess this up, too."

Frypan looks at him for a few seconds, before smacking him on the back of the head.

"Klunk-! Fry! What the shuck, man?" Gally grumbles as he rubs the back of his head.

"Are you hearing yourself, shank?" Frypan leans forward on his knees. "That girl over there brought you back from the dead. She saw the potential in you and made it work. Without you, we would've never been able to save Minho, we would've never stopped WCKD - hell, we probably wouldn't even have made it here, man. Get a grip. You ain't that same sissy that spent his time buggin' out around the Glade, terrified of change. You're a hero and a rebell who risked his life for change."

Gally looks at his friend, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"And the only way that you're shucking this up, is if you sit you shank-ass here and do nothing." Frypan continues, letting the statement hang in the air for several moments.

Gally nods, churning the words over in his head.

"I'm right. Am I right, or am I right?" Frypan grins.

Gally snorts, shaking his head slightly. "You're right."

"'Course I shuckin' am." Frypan grins, patting his long-time friend's back. "Now, are you gonna sit here, wasting your breath yappin' my ear off - or are you gonna go get your girl?"

Gally struggles to hide the smile playing on his lips.

His girl.

He likes the sound of that.

"I'm gonna get my girl."

Whilst Gally gets his heart to heart (lecture) from Frypan, you've taken to cleaning up cups and desperately trying to stop drunk people from falling over. It's not a pleasant way to spend your evening, but it takes your mind off your boredom and constant speculation about your relationship with Gally.

"Hey, Boss." The familiar voice pulls you away from your thoughts, landing on the broad boy.

"I told you you don't have to call me Boss anymore, Gally." You roll your eyes slightly, continuing to pick up glasses.

"Yeah, sorry, force of habit." Gally rocks on his heels, anxiously looking at you.

"...You good?"

"Uh, yeah - uh, can we talk?" You raise an eyebrow at his words, a bubble starting to form in the pit of your stomach. "Like.. in private?"

"Sure. 'Course. Uh, wanna walk along the beach?"

"Yeah." He smiles slightly. "Sounds good."

You put the glasses you've collected down, nodding for him to follow you as you both head towards the waves, starting to wander as the waves just miss lapping up your feet.

Gally doesn't look at you for a while. His eyes fixed on the endless sand ahead of him; it's a heavy silence.

You don't push him. Sure, you spent months pushing him to his full potential. But when it came to talking, it was better to let Gally take his time.

After about ten minutes of walking, he finally takes a deep breath. "So, uh... I spoke to Fry.."

"Oh, yeah? What did he have to say this time?"

"He basically called me a useless slinthead." He chuckles dryly, glancing at you.

"Slinthead? That's like a dickhead, right?" He grins slightly; you're still getting used to the dumb slang of the Glade - it really doesn't help that every group of Maze escapees has their own set of personal curse words.

"Yeah, basically." He chuckles.

"...why'd he call you a dickhead? Sorry- slinthead."

He can't help but shake his head at you, that smile still on his face. "Well, uh, I've been a massive diaper-klunkin' sissy, basically."

You blink. What the fuck does that even mean?

He laughs at your confusion before composing himself, stopping to look at you, which makes you stop, too. You face him, brows furrowed slightly as nervousness starts to feel heavy through your inside.

"...remember before the Last City fell? When you kissed me?"

You freeze, embarrassment heating your face as you'd began to start cringing at the memory when you fall asleep. "Honestly, I thought you'd forgotten that." You attempt to joke to lighten some of the tension.

He scoffs. "Yeah... I've been a bit of an idiot." He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just... I was worried about ruining things between us, yanno? I'm so used to messy everything up and-"

"You don't mess everything up." You interject, immediately prepared to defend him against himself.

"Yeah - I know; Frypan already gave me the lecture." He grimaces slightly, almost like he's cringing at himself. "But... I like you. Like, I really shuckin' like you. And... we're safe here. I wanna stop being such a pussy and just..."

It takes a second to sink in what he's saying, your skin feels warm and tingly, butterflies erupting in your stomach. "...just?"

"...I just wanna ask you if... you'd... like to be my girlfriend?" His confidence falters with every word, voice raising in pitch, scrunching his face as he finishes his question in embarrassment. "That sounded shuckin' awkward." He sighs. "Listen-"

You don't listen, because he has no time to speak. Adrenaline takes over as you step towards him, hand coming to cup his cheek as you press your lips against his once again.

The kiss is short and sweet as you pull away, meeting his half-lidded eyes and wide grin. "Take that as a yes?"

"Yes, Gally, I'd love to be your girlfriend. Took you fuckin' long enough."

He snorts. "Yeah, yeah." He leans back in, kissing you again, this time deeper and with more passion, his fingers creeping around the back of your head and into your hair.

"Shuck yeah!" Both of you pull away from each other, seeing Frypan shouting from half way down the beach. "Told you she's your girl!"

You look at Gally. "The fuck is he on about?"

"...Don't worry about it."

So, I'm back.

Again.

And back with a part 2, nonetheless. Sorry for vanishing, lads, I've had some wicked lack of motivation and I feel like a bit of a dick about it.

Yanno... since it's been literal months.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed :))

[its-tea-time-darling]

Sterne (Thomesa)

a translation of Stars by @pathsofoak 💚

Thomas denkt über die Sterne nach…

submission to the maze runner languages and cultures bingo (@tmr-cultures), square: translate a fic. the original fic was also a submission to @thomesa-week 2023 💜

[snapdragonpovs]

when you get drunk

🌸newt🌸

You wake up next to him in his bed, head pounding, sweating, and you are dying.

"Oh no!" you whine and he sits up.

"morning, love. How's the hangover?"

"Uhhhhhhhhghh" you moan

before stumbling to the bathroom to throw up and he follows you to hold your hair. Then he cleans you up and washes your face."Come on love, be good for me so i can go to work."

"No, stay with me!" you turn back to look at him

"You're lucky you don't have to work today, missy. The other hungover shanks either have to work or be put in the pit." he turns you back around so he can finish styling your hair and you pout. "you don't love me!"

"i love you just fine. now sit still." he has to practically hold you in place and you cooperate for him. You hold your head. It's pounding. "Can you turn the lights off newt?"

He gets you ready to sleep off your hangover and leaves, bringing you some lunch and then coming back to get you to come to dinner, and you feel a lot better.

🌺thomas🌺

Your boyfriend thomas drove you home from the party, and helped you to his bed. You fell over 4 times and couldn't stop asking him questions. "Hey tommy, why are deliveries on a car called a shipment, but on a ship it's called a cargo?"

"I don't know baby," he sighed.

"Tommy why is the room spinning? I feel weird."

"Because you drank way too much, baby." He says taking off your shoes and getting comfy clothes for you to change into.

"Let's get mcflurrys" you giggle.

"No, i think you should go to bed now. It's late."

"Aww Tommyyy," you whine as he gently wipes off your makeup and brushes your hair and puts it into a loose braid for the night.

He slides under the covers next to you and has to pull you down by your shoulders. "Time for bed, baby."

"No, i'm not even tired! I could run a marathon." you say.

"Im sure you could, but right now it's time to sleep."

"Im not even sleepy!" you say as he wraps his arms around you and plays with your hair.

You yawn, and within 5 seconds you are asleep.

🪻minho🪻

You drank way too much, and are now absolutely wasted. Your friends laugh and video you because when you get drunk you are always hilarious. "Alright baby we should get going before you dance naked on a table," Minho takes your waist and leads you to your shoes.

"That's a great idea!" you giggle as he helps you put on your shoes.

"Hey Minho i have a really good idea!"

"and what's that?"

"Let's hook up!" you giggle.

"Baby, we're already dating."

"We are?!" you gasp

"Yes, i'm your boyfriend." he laughs.

"boyfriend," you dreamily sigh as your friends chuckle.

"Alright baby, let's go."

"Nooooooooooo"

"Come on", he leads you by your waist out the door.

"Bye y/n!"

"Goodluck, Minho!", your friends call as you go out the door.

As Minho turns on the lights to your apartment, you gasp. "Whoa!"

"Aww i'm hungry!" you stagger to the couch

He turns on the tv, knowing you won't be able to fall asleep or calm down without it.

"The SiMpSonS!!!!!", you scream as the theme song comes on.

"Baby! Shh it's 3 AM!" he covers your mouth and slips a sleeping pill inside. "Our neighbors must hate us!"

"What? Oh nooooooooo" you cry.

"Shh it's alright," He cuddles next to you and you lean against him.

"Your so pretty, Min-Minnnnho"

he turns off the lights and cuddles next to you.

"Time to go to sleep," he tells you and mutters "god, how high are you?" under his breath.

"I'm not sleepy at all!"

"Your gonna feel very sick tomorrow, you should sleep."

"I'm gonna be sick?! No!!!"

you whine and he covers your mouth so the last part is muffled.

"Shh!"  "What'll make you sleepy?"

"Your mom" you giggle as he rolls his eyes and starts rubbing circles on your back.

You watch the simpsons as he slowly lulls you to sleep.

[snapdragonpovs]

when you need to cut your hair

🌸newt🌸

Your hair has always been very long, but lately it's been getting in the way and you are tired of it. You think about who you could ask to cut your hair, and you decide on your boyfriend, newt. He would be gentle with you and it wouldn't be weird since he's always touching it.

You don't know how to ask him though, so you decide to wait until the next time he's playing with it. You don't have to wait long though, because in your before-dinner break you two are snuggling with your head against his chest and his hands in your hair again.

"Hey newt? You should cut my hair.

"Sure. After dinner though, i'm too tired."

"Me too, I get so sleepy when you touch my hair" you agree. When you come back from dinner, he sits you down in front of your mirror and gets to work. You watch him as he works, and it's cute how concentrated he is. When he's done, he proudly shows you his work. He did such a good job!

🌺thomas🌺

Since the year you have been in the glade, you have never once cut your hair, and it is getting too long. You are too shy to ask anyone to cut it for you though, so you’ve just been suffering in silence. You have been trying to hint to the boys lately, but they are boys so of course they haven't been getting it. Today, you got fed up and decided to do it yourself. It's probably going to be terrible, but maybe you could get one of them to fix it. You stand in front of the mirror with your scissors and put your hair in a loose ponytail. That seems right. Then you put it over your right shoulder and start cutting when your door swings open. "God, have you ever heard of knocking?" you look in the mirror to see your boyfriend Thomas standing there looking surprised. "Whatcha doing? Need some help?"

"Not from you. You'll botch it." Why did Thomas have to walk in? Anyone other than him would have been better.

He smirks condescendingly. "Well i can see the back and what i'm doing. and i've seen minho cut hair before, it's not that hard."

you raise your eyes at him through the mirror. "just supervise me, you can help if i need it." you say as you carefully trim the ends of your hair.

You catch him watching you in the mirror and smirking. “you’re not doing it right.”

when you take your hair out of the ponytail and reveal it to him, one side is longer than the other. "damn it. i tried so hard!" you sigh, inevitably handing him the scissors.

"don't worry, i'm a pro." he says, making you nervous.

"Be careful." you say as you watch him take your hair out in the mirror. He immediately gets to work, snipping away and when he's done, you are very surprised to find out he didn't do that bad.

🪻minho🪻

You are brushing your hair, complaining to Minho about it as usual, him used to your whiny nature.

"Do you want me to cut it for you?" he looks to you casually and you think for a moment.

"Mm, if i would let anyone here cut my hair it would be you... okay why not?"

He gets up and comes over, pushes your shoulders down into a chair, and rummages through the drawer to find scissors.  "How short?"

"Ummmm like 2-3 inches. idk, just don't mess it up."

"I won't! I don't want an ugly girlfriend." he teases. "Just kidding. I just need good hair to play with. Yep-im only using you for your hair."

"haha your so funny." you deadpan.

You watch him in the mirror as he works, you've never seen him look so concentrated in

his life. When he's done with you, surprise-

he did a really good job. Of course he did, it's Minho. He's a fucking professional.

[its-tea-time-darling]

bruised like violets

For @themazewomen prompt: (broken) promises

Now out: Ava and Mary's story, just as depressing as in canon!🥳

Tags: Canonical Character Death, Angst, Bittersweet

Word count: 1k

(erratic) bingo progress under the cut

[pomegrantemoths88]

DISCLAIMER!!!

just wanted to add that in my AU, EVERY GLADER IS AGED UP TO 20 AND UP IN MY CURRENT STORIES!