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mystic-writings · 8 months ago

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just a twisted ankle | newt

PAIRING – newt x fem!reader

REQUEST – @heliads - hi monty!! saw you wanted some newt requests so i simply could not hold back. could i please request a newt x reader fic in which newt and reader are both track-hoes and obviously in love with each other but pining in silence? alby and minho are doing their best to get them together but they're both excruciatingly oblivious lmao. thank you so much!!

SUMMARY – you and an overly protective newt are in love. the only problem seems to be that everyone but you and him are aware of it.

WARNINGS – weird behavior, obliviousness, fluff, semi-crack?, friends to lovers, minor injury

WORD COUNT – 3,031

NOTES – AAAA this has been in my requests for forever and i’m just now writing it?? i absolutely loved writing this and a big big thanks to @shmaptainwrites for being my lovely beta reader!

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There were very few downsides to being a Track-hoe. You enjoyed being outdoors all day, breathing in the fresh air and the amazing smell of fresh plants, chatting with your fellow track-hoes and generally enjoying yourself.

The main issue you had was the dirt.

Sure, it was essential to your job, but it was the worst possible thing about it. You didn’t even mind the sweat and aching muscles most of the time, because that just meant a job well done. But the dirt? If you could plant and grow things without it, you would. The way it stuck to your clothes, your skin. How it buried itself into your pores and underneath your fingernails and took forever to scrub off your skin.

The biggest upside, however, was Newt.

You’d been here almost 2 years, and he was quite possibly your favorite person in the Glade. He was the first person besides Alby to reach out and connect with you, not really caring or fearing the fact that you were, and still are, the only girl. Minho was the second person to do the same.

Newt, over time, had become your biggest confidant about almost everything. You spent pretty much all of your spare time with him, and he with you. After long days, you’d take the time after dinner to walk around the Glade. Sometimes you’d talk, and sometimes you’d just enjoy one another’s presence. Everyone knew not to mess with you, and the Greenies that didn’t usually learned their lesson pretty quickly.

You liked to call him your protector with a smile, mostly because he’d always flush bright red at the compliment.

It’d been a few days since the box came up, and the newest Greenie, Jason, was still getting his bearings around the Glade. He’d only learned his name yesterday, and that was after he threw up watching Winston show him how the slicers do their jobs. Today, he was with you and the other Track-hoes.

He’d been mostly hovering near Zart and Newt, who were showing him the ropes. You, however, caught him glancing over at you a few too many times. It was normal for a Greenie, and for you, since you were the only girl. But it didn’t stop you from feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Jason had been staring at you — as Zart was showing him how to de-weed the vegetables — until Newt clapped him on the shoulder. Faintly, you could hear them talking.

“Stop staring, mate. Focus on the job.” Newt said, his tone laced with that all-too-familiar protectiveness. It made you smile, the way his eyes pierced into Jason’s and struck him with a fear he seemed to make all the Greenies feel when it came to you.

After a while, you felt Jason resume his staring, even after Newt’s ‘warning’. You knew that he’d learn sooner or later, you just hoped it was the latter. While you were digging up some carrots, knowing it would take you forever to clean under your fingernails before dinner, Newt’s shadow blocked your view of the sun, forcing you to look up at him.

“Come on,” he nodded to the deadheads. “Zart said we need more fertilizer.”

Extending a hand upward, Newt pulled you to your feet before handing you the second bucket. As you departed from the gardens, you swung the empty bucket and sighed. “I don’t know why he never just sends one of us. There’s no way this is a two person job.”

“I’ve stopped questioning Zart,” Newt shrugged. “He’s the Keeper, what he says, goes. That’s all.”

Contemplating Newt’s words, you looked up at the leaves for a moment and tripped on a root. Newt barely caught you as you lurched forward, both buckets landing on the forest floor. “Besides, I think if you tried to do this yourself, you’d trip and break your neck.”

“Well,” you exaggerated a sigh, “can’t have that, can we?”

Newt shook his head, grabbing the buckets. “No, we can’t.”

After making it to the fertilizer pile and back with no further injury, the day carried on as normal. Newt and Zart continued training and carefully watching the Greenie to see if he was exactly up for the job of Track-hoe.

By the time the dinner bell rang, you were exhausted. You felt like this most days, but today you had to devote more energy than usual on making sure the Greenie wasn’t staring at you as if you’d solve all of his problems just by talking to him.

You and Newt took off at the same time, chatting about the Greenie and whether he was good for the Track-hoes or not. “I hope not,” you groaned. “He keeps staring at me. He’d spend more time looking at me than doing his actual job if he got put with us.”

“I know,” Newt chuckled. “I spent the day with the poor shank. You have no idea how many times I had to divert his attention back to his work, it was unbelievable.”

You shook your head. “Trust me, I know. I could feel him staring at me all damn day.”

The dining hall was already pretty full of Gladers, milling about or grabbing food or sitting down. Quickly, you could smell Frypan’s beef stew wafting from the pots on the table. Your stomach suddenly felt empty, and you couldn’t wait to pour yourself a bowl. You and Newt moved in tandem, pouring out soups into your own bowls from ladles hooked on the edge of the metal pots and grabbing cups of water from the table beside you.

Minho was already sitting at your usual table, peacefully eating his soup amid the usual chaos. Joining him, you and Newt sat across from him, digging into your food. Minho usually ate in silence, with the exception of joking around when the others got to the table, so you didn’t mind listening to the din of the conversations happening around you for a little while.

Soon, Frypan joined Minho’s side of the table, already boasting about how well received the stew was. Just as he was about to ask how everyone liked it, and as you were spooning more into your mouth, Jason approached your and Minho’s end of the table.

“Hi.” He said, entire body stiff, as if unclenching his muscles would make him disappear.

“...Hello?” You replied. “Is there something you need, Greenie?”

Jason laughed, but it sounded more like he was choking. “No, no. I just— I, um, I was wondering—”

“Cool it, slinthead,” Minho interrupted. “You’re not going to get anywhere with Y/n, here. She and Newt are practically married, even if they don’t know they are.”

With a disgruntled air around him, Jason admitted defeat and left the table to go find somewhere to eat his dinner.

You furrowed your brows at Minho. “Me and Newt aren’t married, what the shuck was that all about?”

As if things couldn’t get worse, Gally stepped up to the table on Newt’s other side. “Are we talking about you and Newt? Have you finally gotten your clunk together and started dating? Because I’ve been waiting for this for almost two years.”

“Nah,” Frypan said. “They’re too scared to admit something like that, Gally. You know that.”

“Yeah, and it’s getting on all of our nerves.” Minho said. “It irritates me more than the Newbies do.”

“Could you stop talking about us like we’re not here?” Newt snapped. “It’s really annoying.”

The group exchanged looks and you couldn’t help but smile. The rest of the dinner passed, and soon Alby joined you at Frypan’s side. The conversation flowed, as per usual, and you were able to let go of the pain your joints carried as you went back for a second helping and relaxed with your friends until sundown.

It was no surprise that Newt left when you did in order to walk you back to your room in the Homestead, where he bid you goodnight and headed to his own just down the hall. Just as he reached the door, though, he turned back and walked over to you.

“Just letting you know,” he began, “The Greenie’s staying on as a track-hoe tomorrow. Alby doesn’t want him doing a trial as a Medjack just yet. But I won’t be there either. Me and Gally have to be in the council hall tomorrow to talk with some of the other Keepers about scheduling. Stay safe, please.”

You giggled. “Don’t worry, Newt, I’ll be just fine. The most that Greenie’s gonna do is stare at me, and I can’t die from something like that. Plus, I’ll have Zart and the other Track-hoes with me for the day.”

He sighed, almost reluctant to go most of the day without you. “I’ll see you at breakfast then?”

“Yes, you will.” You nodded. “And dinner. Now go to sleep, Newt.”

With another goodnight, you and Newt headed into your respective rooms to settle in and go to bed, an unusual day ahead of you.

Despite waking up and starting your day with Newt as you usually would, it felt odd to split from him after Frypan served breakfast. It felt odd to not turn to him for casual conversation as you de-weeded the tomatoes and harvested carrots for tonight’s dinner — some sort of fried rice, you remember Frypan telling you at dinner last night.

Your day passed in relative silence aside from occasional chatter with the track-hoes or receiving orders from Zart. You avoided Jason as best as you could, and it seemed his embarrassment from last night still lingered as he was determined to stay on the opposite side of the field, despite still staring at you when he got the chance.

Sometime near the end of the day, you’d run out of fertilizer, and as usual Zart had sent you with both buckets to refill them. The trek was definitely boring without Newt to talk to, but you managed to fill both buckets and head most of the way back without incident, injury, or going crazy in the silence of the deadheads.

However, your luck was bound to run out at some point.

Just as the rays of sunshine were poking out from the field ahead, you tripped on a particularly large tree root sticking out of the ground. Both buckets flung from your hands as you stuck them out, attempting to break your own fall. Pain radiated from your ankle, palms, and wrists as you landed harshly on the ground, staining your clothes and skin with dirt.

After you processed what happened and pulled yourself up, you first inspected your palms. Wiping away the dirt, several scrapes and cuts revealed themselves, accompanied by irritated and angry skin surrounding them. Taking a moment to catch your breath, you tried your best to stand, but crumbled when you put weight on your right foot.

Hissing, you pulled up your pant leg and tried to touch around the area, only bringing yourself more pain as you did so. Figuring out how to get out of here was going to be difficult, especially without abandoning the buckets of fertilizer. After some time, you managed to find a particularly large stick to support the weight you would’ve put on your injured foot, hooked one bucket handle on the crook of your elbow, and took the other in your free hand.

As best as you could manage, you brought the fertilizer to Zart, who quickly took notice of your condition.

“What the shuck happened to you?!” He exclaimed as you shifted your weight.

Looking down at your foot, you sighed. “A large tree root got the jump on me, Zart. Now will you please help me to the Medjacks so I don’t have to use this shucking stick anymore?”

Almost jumping into action, Zart wrapped an arm around your torso and pulled your right one around his neck, helping you along to the other side of the Glade. You were beginning to see now why he usually sent Newt with you.

Upon reaching the Medjack hut, Clint and Jeff took over for Zart, ushering him away to get back to work. You were grateful for the Medjacks and the care they seemed to take with you. They made sure it was relatively painless for you as Clint examined your ankle and Jeff cleaned the cuts on your palms, keeping casual conversation with you as they did so.

It was only as Clint was wrapping your ankle — Jeff already having done so with the heels of your palms — that Newt came barrelling into the room.

“We were wondering where you were,” Jeff quipped as he put away the roll of gauze he’d just used.

Newt ignored the other two people in the room and came to sit on the edge of your bed. “What the bloody hell happened to you?”

“It’s not like I almost died, Newt.” You told him, but let him take your hands into his to look at. “I was getting the fertilizer from the deadheads and tripped on a root. It’s nothing more than a twisted ankle, I promise.”

“You promised you’d be fine today without me.” Newt corrected you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“And I was. I just lost my footing to a root. I’ll be back up and running in a few days. Right, Clint?”

The boy at the end of the bed nodded, taping the tensor bandages into place. “Exactly. After three days of no work and constant elevation, you’ll be just fine.”

Newt looked back at the boy. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.” Clint said. “I’ll even have Jeff come check up on her twice a day to make sure her foot heals. Okay?”

Newt considered Clint’s words for a moment before nodding. “Alright.”

Soon enough, the Medjack’s left you and Newt alone in the treatment room. It was silent, and Newt still held your bandaged hands in his, not daring to say a word.

“Are you okay?” You asked eventually, feeling that you’d studied the boy’s face enough to gather that he was still deeply upset and in thought.

Newt’s eyes snapped from your hands to make eye contact with you, and you could see the emotion pooling in his dark irises. “I dunno. I know it’s stupid, you’ll be fine, but… you were hurt. On the one day I wasn’t there with you.”

Turning your hands over in his, you grabbed his palms and squeezed. “But I’ll be fine, Newt. Look, I’m still healthy, aren’t I? Breathing, talking. That’s what matters. And it’s not your fault, it was just a silly accident.”

“I know, I just… the thought of you getting hurt makes me want to go crazy.” Newt admitted. “You being safe is all I care about.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest as your face warmed. “I… I didn’t know it meant that much to you.”

“You do.” Newt stated. “You mean that much to me.”

“Newt…” you whispered. “I think those slintheads were right.”

His face scrunched up. “What d’you mean?”

“I think… I think I like you. A lot more than I realized.” You gathered more courage with every word you spoke. “Newt… I think I’m in love with you.”

You watched his eyes widen as you spoke, hands still interlocked. Newt seemed to be stunned by your impromptu confession, and even you were surprised by it. Up until ten seconds ago, you were unaware of how big your feelings for Newt were, but now that they were out in the open, it was easy to see as you looked back on things. Your thoughts ran at a hundred miles a second, flashing with the memories you made with Newt and how close you’d gotten over the past few years.

It took you a second to pull away from the memories and realize that Newt had yet to respond.

“Newt?” You called out, trying to get his attention. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Look, we don’t have to do anything about it, we can forget it ever happened—”

“No.” Newt interrupted. “I don’t want to do that.” He adjusted his grip on your hands, stroking your knuckles with his thumbs. “I… I love you, too. I think I have from the moment I met you.”

Your lips stretched into a wide, blissful smile, and Newt’s expression soon matched yours. Slowly, he leaned in closer to you, shortening the distance until his lips were inches from yours.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.

“I’d like nothing more,” you told him, and in seconds, his lips were on yours and your hand was touching the back of his neck and you were both in a state of bliss you could only dream of until now.

You spent the next few hours with Newt, who sat next to you on the bed with an arm around your shoulders, talking mostly about how you both failed to notice your feelings toward each other for so long, occasionally disrupted by mini-makeouts. When the dinner bell rang, Newt promised to explain your injury to your friends and bring dinner for you both to eat in the Medjack hut.

When Newt came back, two steaming bowls of chicken rice in hand, the blush on his face was unmistakable.

“What happened?” You laughed as he passed you the bowl and sat on the bed. “What did they say to you?”’

“They didn’t say anything.” Newt corrected you. “They heard about my hauling ass across the Glade to get here from the council hall, that’s what. And they basically figured us out.”

“Really?” You fake gasped. “It’s like they’ve been trying to tell us about this for the past two years or something.”

“Ha, ha,” Newt rolled his eyes. “Eat your rice. After you’re finished, I’ve got to take you to the Homestead.”

“My hero,” you smiled, and Newt couldn’t help but to kiss you once more before you both dug into your meals.

Once your ankle was healed, it was no surprise the uproar your friends caused when you were finally able to walk to breakfast hand in hand with Newt. After all, they had been waiting years for this.

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loveroffictionalmen · 1 year ago

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hey! i just came over from tiktok, could you possibly do a gally x reader where he tries to act tough around all of the guys but (y/n) starts teasing about how sweet he actually is and he has to try and defend himself but gets all flustered over it, but can’t get mad at (y/n) cause he’s got that fat crush on her? (fem pronouns possibly please?)

Not So Tough

Pairing: Gally x fem!reader

Description: Gally has a hard exterior, but secretly melts when y/n is around.

Warnings: smooching, glade slang, idk just a lot of fluff, gally being a bit of a jerk

Words: 651

Prompt: Grumpy x Sunshine Trope

A/N: It lowkey ends kinda abruptly but OH WELL HERE YA GO

“Gally, would you please stop yelling at the rest of the builders and actually start building?” Newt called from the gardens.

“No can do, I gotta make sure everyone stays in line, that’s why you put me in charge of the builders, remember?” Gally called back, yelping soon after when one of the newer gladers dropped a piece of wood on his head. “You shank! Look what you’ve done! Dropping klunk all over the place, you should be sent to the slammer!”

“Gally, is that really any way to talk to the new guy?” Y/n jogged up to Gally from the med-jack hut where she was just supervising Clint and Jeff. Y/n was somewhat of a floater when it came to jobs. When they were testing what jobs she was good at, she was nearly good at every single one. Well, except for the slicers. Poor Winston nearly scared the girl half to death when he first came out with a machete.

“I uh- Well he dripped- I mean dropped that shucking piece of wood on me an-” Gally stammered.

“Gally, c’mon give the guy a break, he’s only been here a week,” Y/n said with a soft smile.

“Look, I’m just trying to do my job, gotta make sure everything gets done, right?” Gally said, seeming to regain his composure.

“And it will get done, you can just be a little nicer about it through,” Y/n said, placing a hand on Gally’s arm and running her fingers down his bicep.

Gally blushed. Y/n was playing him like a fiddle and she knew damn well what she was doing.

“I’ll see you at supper?” Y/n said.

“You know you’re the only one that calls it that, right? It’s dinner,” Gally snorted.

“Oh shut it, you know you love me,” Y/n said before turning over her shoulder and walking away, not before giving Gally one last smile. Gally stood there for a moment, not sure what to do with himself.

“Oi, Gally, what were you saying about making sure things get done?” Newt called, snickering to Alby.

“Oh slim it,” Gally growled. “No- you can’t hammer that in, there’s not a screw to hold it together!” He turned his attention to the Greenie.

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“Hey big guy, not interested in tackling anyone to the ground tonight?” Y/n’s voice came from above Gally.

“No, not tonight, gonna try to go to sleep early,” Gally said, getting up and trying his best to avoid y/n. But before he could leave, y/n grabbed his wrist.

“Wait- did today really bother you?” She asked, furrowing her brow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gally broke away from her grip and tried to escape again, but she was too quick for him. She grabbed his arm again.

“You know what I’m talking about. I didn’t think it would bother you, I thought you would actually like it, y’know considering I was flirting with you.” Gally’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

“Oh my god,” Y/n laughed. “Wasn’t it obvious?”

“Kinda hard to pay attention to that when things need to get done,” Gally cleared his throat, trying his hardest to hide the smile that was forming on his face.

“Oh don’t act like you weren’t blushing the whole time you- oh my god you’re even blushing right now!” She laughed.

“Shh, no I’m not,” Gally smiled back at her, the blush returning to his cheeks.

“You are! Gally’s blushing! Gally’s blu-” Y/n called when she was cut off.

Gally’s lips crashed into hers as his hand moved to her cheeks. Y/n closed her eyes and sunk into the kiss, bringing her arms around his neck. When Gally pulled away first, y/n smiled.

“What was that for?” She breathed.

“To shut you up,” Gally smiled. He looked to her lips and back to her eyes. “And also because I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

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skythealmighty · 3 months ago

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lowkeyrobin · 9 months ago

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MINHO ; just like the rain

summary ; youre the rain to minhos storm clouds

warnings ; language, talk about mental health and self hate, mentions of death

track ; rain, sleep token

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Minho was fairly reserved and didn't talk to many when he had the opportunity to. He'd lost friends, his memories, his life, coming to the Glade. He lost everything and for what, to run around a giant maze for the rest of his life? He was trapped in a cycle of sleep, eat, run, map, eat, and sleep, and he had been for years now. He felt worthless, and hated himself deep down. Thomas and Newt knew but didn't know how to help over his shrugging off of the situation. They decided if he needed to talk, he would if he wanted to or if he was ready.

But, upon your arrival, he found some sort of comfort in you. Your calm and friendly demeanor just had him spill himself one night at another Greenie bonfire. You listened to him talk for hours and gave him a whole motivational speech and reassured him he'd be alright.

And now, he could finally say that the viscous cycle of overworking and hating himself was over, and it had been since the first time you smiled at him.

You were the rain to his storm clouds.

Just like the rain, you cast the dust -his self hatred- into nothing. You washed the salt in his wounds from his hands.

You had your hooks in him, drawing him closer and closer each and everyday. He could see you in his dreams and in his fate, yet still deny the persistent questions from Newt and Thomas, and even Fry and Winston.

He went out of his way after spending hours in the map room just to talk to you and hear all about your day. Even the sound of your voice comforted him and sent a shiver, almost a tingling sensation, up his spine and into his brain.

He jogs to your side, wondering what you're up to at this hour at night. You snuck out in the middle of the night, wanting to feel the cold, wet rain against your skin for a bit. It wasn't pouring but it wasn't lightly sprinkling either, a fair amount of water soaking you.

His feet almost fall beneath him due to the mud under the grass, making him lightly gasp as he reaches out to you, now turning around as you heard him.

"Y/n!" He gasps, recalculating his footing to not fall.

You quickly reach your arm out for him and catch him at the forearm. You steadily help him back on his feet with a smile and chuckle while his face heats up from embarrassment.

"You good?" You ask, wiping away any stray rain around your eyes before it seeped in, not wanting to try and be bothered by it in the moment.

He nods, looking away for a moment. "What're you doing out here?"

You shrug, loosely hanging onto his wrist, not noticing, although he does. "Enjoying the rain"

"Why?"

"...It's nice, I guess. Makes me feel like there's hope outside the Glade"

He nods, seeing and feeling you drop his wrist. He slings an arm around your shoulder, a usual act of affection between you two.

You hear the rain pitter and patter against the Homestead as the force of the little raindrops increases. However, it’s soothing. You feel like you can stand here with Minho forever. He provided an odd comfort, even when silent, as just knowing he’s there beside you could rid you of any worries or fears.

"Are you not cold?" He asks, feeling goosebumps rise along his arms and legs.

You shake your head no with a shrug, "Why, are you?" You tease with a smile.

"No, no, no. Definitely not." He defensively speaks, playing into the joke as he retracts his arm from your shoulders and crosses them. His sassy personality was showing through even in the middle of the night. "I'm never cold, ever"

"I'd be really concerned if you were never cold, Minho. Maybe we should send a note down with the box asking about it" You speak, playing around with him. "Maybe we should stop hanging out. What if it's a contagious disease?"

"No, no, I mean, just get cold! Just like, not around you," He shrugs, taking back his last words.

"Oh?" You question, your lips curling into a smirk. "Around me?"

"I, uhm-"

"Hm?"

Before you can process what he's doing, Minho swiftly moves his hands to your jawline and smashes your lips together. You swear you hear a lightning strike as he does so, and rest your hands on his shoulders, not denying this new act of affection. You could get used to this.

You're the first to pull away, shocked and confused.

"Minho?"

He's silent, face burned up as he can't look at you.

"Min-"

"Don't talk about it"

You take a moment to think before patting him on the shoulder, turning back towards the Homestead.

"I'm going back to bed. Enjoy the rain"

He nods, crossing his arms again as he looks out towards the Deadheads again. He hears you slowly trudge off across the Glade, the squishing of the mud and wet grass below you drowning out as you walk further and further away.

"Damnit"

"Language!"

"How the hell did you just hear me?!"

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majesty31 · 9 months ago

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𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 | 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰'𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆. 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎???

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐, 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟑.𝟓𝒌

It was late, the sun was slowly starting to set, and still the boys weren’t back. At first you thought they were just late, sometimes it happened, where they just lost track of time, most of the time when they found something or when they get lost.

But they have never been this late before. And to make matters worse, your leader Alby was in there also. And everyone knew that if the doors closed with Minho and Ably inside, you would all be screwed.

So when the rain had stopped pouring, you along with every other glader stood at the entrance of the maze, watching, waiting. You bounced on your heels anxiously, your eyes trying to peer around the corridors for a shadow, a glimpse of life. But nothing.

It was getting darker, the doors would close any minute now, and you felt sick to your stomach. You hadn't felt like this since they banished Ben, and if you had to lose Minho too, you wouldn't even want to live anymore.

And if you were being completely honest with yourself, you always had something more than friendship for Minho. You two weren't as close as you would've liked to be, you've talked to him before but that was just because of Ben or Newt. Other then that you two never spoke, he didn't even seem to notice you, always looking somewhere else when you'd speak to him and just act cold towards you.

Which you never understood. You had come up only four months after Minho did, and right at the beginning he acted as if you were a burden to the whole glade. You knew straight away it was because you were a girl but you never called him out about it because you were also a little scared of him. Minho was a big guy, bigger than any boy in the glade. And you knew of his sarcastic banter but he never showed that to you, all you got was the cold shoulder and the blank stares.

But you couldn't help but fall for him, he might have so many bad traits, such as being cold towards you, never paying you any mind or maybe because he acted as if you were some child who everyone always had to look after. But the good ones overtook the bad, he seemed caring to his friends, funny, determined, always thinking of finding a way to get everyone out. He put his life on the line for everyone, and that was something that took a lot of amount of courage and will power.

You admired him, from afar of course. You wanted to have the determination he did, you wanted to be able to wake up every morning with a set mind and heart.

"What if they don't make it?" You heard the new greenie say, his words snapping you back to reality, the reality that this was actually happening, that they might not make it. And that you will never be able to tell Minho how you really felt for him. But you knew he wouldn't even care if you did.

"They're gonna make it." Newt replied, his eyes boring into the maze, searching, hoping. Like you all were. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you heart began to race. It was happening, you were letting your panic slowly take over. And you didn't know if you'd be able to stop it now.

You could feel your hands begin to shake. They just can't die, they can't. You could feel a warm hand on your back, it was Newts. He knew of your feelings for his friend, and you knew he was trying to reassure you but it did little to no help.

You felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach when you heard that all to familiar sound, followed with the ground rumbling and soon the wind blew back your hair. Finally you let your tears slip when the walls slowly started to grind together.

But then.

"Over there!" Chuck yelled, his finger pointing at the two figures who staggered past the corner, reaching into everyones line of sight. Everyone went dead silent as they all tired to figure out why Minho was moving so slow.

"Somethings wrong," Someone, you didn't know who said. Your eyes widened when you saw Alby slouched over Minho's shoulders, unconscious or maybe even dead. It was taking everything in you to try and keep yourself from screaming his name, yelling at him to hurry the hell up. But you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.

"Come on Minho you can make it!" You were the first to break the silence, yelling as loud as you could and soon everyone else erupted into yells and screams at Minho. You couldn't even hear your own voice over all the noise, but you didn't care.

Dread filled your entire body when he dropped Alby to the ground, but he didn't just leave him like Gally was yelling at him to do, instead he grabbed his legs and started dragging him towards you all.

You stopped your screams, and everything around you seemed to go silent, like background noise. Your breathing was just picking up in pace and your whole body shook with fear. Everyone around you knew he wasn't going to make it, not if he moved as slow as he was. And everyone also knew he would never leave a man behind.

Absent tears slipped from your eyes as you stared at the scene in front of your eyes. Minho looked so tired, but still he dragged Alby as fast as he could, and the closer the walls got to each other the more he seemed to panic. Sweat dripped off his arms, his face and his muscles bulged through his shirt as he dragged Alby.

The more tired he got the slower he became. You could see him slowing down, everyone could. You could feel yourself on the furge of a panic attack, everything was happening too fast but he was moving so slow.

Minho let out a panic yell as he tried to will himself to move faster, but he was just too far away. Your eyes shifted to the walls as a thought came to your head, a stupid thought, a really really stupid thought. One that you didn't let yourself rethink.

"Y/N NO!" Newt yelled right as your feet stepped between the two walls. You kept your eyes forward and your panic at bey as you ran with everything in you to the other side. The side no one wanted to be on, the side that would most likely lead to your death. But that was the last thing on your mind. The only thing you could think about was the boy who you loved, and not letting him die out here alone.

You barely made it to the other side alive, having to push yourself out as the walls closed with a crash behind you. You didn't even have time to think about what you did before Minho came charging at you. His face full of anger, disbelief and fear.

"Y/N what the hell did you do!" He yelled, his eyes wide as he grabbed your arm, pulling you harshly towards him. Your heart raced with adrenaline as you stared back into his eyes. "You just killed yourself! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"I couldn't just let you die!" You yelled back, ripping your arm away from his tight grasp. He seemed taken a back by your tone but he regained himself quickly.

"And what? That means you just kill yourself too! What do you think you'll do that will save me? Save us? You know nothing about the maze!" He was so close to you, his tone scared you more than you wanted to let him know, and his words just made it a whole lot worse. You darted your gaze to the ground as they filled with tears.

"Crying isn't going to help us." He might have wanted it to come out harsher but his tone softened. He was right, you didn't know two things about the maze, or how to be a good runner, but that didn't matter, you weren't about to let him die, even if that meant to kill yourself too.

You turned your eyes up into his. "You're right." You wiped your face with the back of your hand as you took a step away from him, which caught Minho's attention immediately, his eyes following your smaller form. "I don't know a thing about the maze, and I might have just walked into my own death, but I wasn't going to let you die alone,"

He didn't say anything, his eyes just staring into yours. And this was the first time he didn't seem cold towards you, the first time his eyes weren't empty as he looked into yours. It made your stomach fill with butterflies, which was so stupid in the situation you were in.

"You don't deserve to die like this Y/N," His words caught you off guard, and for some odd reason made tears well up in your eyes again. You sucked in a deep breath as you turned away, your gaze darting towards Alby, who was limp on the ground.

"We should hide him somewhere," You said, already moving to kneel beside Alby. Your hand brushed over his face, and your heart dropped a little when you saw the gash on his head. But you didn't mention it, knowing why he had done it in the first place.

Minho didn't say a word as he took him by the arm, slinging on over his shoulder. Not knowing what else to do you followed suit, your knees almost bucking with his weight. But you just willed yourself to move even if he was heavy.

After maybe 5 minutes of walking around Minho dropped his side causing you to almost fall over as all of Alby's weight fell on you. Having no other choice you dropped him as gently as you could by the nearby wall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You breathed out in annoyance, getting up on your feet as you tired to regain your raged breathing. Minho turned towards you, his eyes hardening but you cut in before he got the chance to speck. "We can't just leave him here. He'll die. We have to put him somewhere. Or hide him-"

"Where?" He interrupted, his voice full of frustration and panic. You had never seen Minho panic before and while you understood you were also getting annoyed with him. He's supposed to be the Keeper of the runners and here he is not using his head and instead using his panic.

"I don't know." Your own voice matching his. Your eyes shifted around, trying to find somewhere out of sight. But he should be the one to know the maze better than anyone, or so you've been told. "You're supposed to know everything about the maze. Isn't there one place you can think of to hide him-" He let out a frustrated groan before he grabbed your waist, pinning you to the wall.

"You don't fucking get it! Take a look around, we're trapped and we aren't getting out of this alive!" Your breathing was fast from the shock and the truth to his words. His face was close to yours, his hands were warm which made shivers run up your spine.

"With an attitude like that, yeah no klunk we're dead!" You pushed him away from you with slightly shaking hands. "Be the shucking keeper Minho!" You yelled. "And lead me."

"You are a shucking builder Y/N! How the hell am I-" A horrifying cry rang through your ears, shutting both you and Minho's mouths as your eyes shifted behind Minho. You couldn't see anything but you knew what you heard and you did not want to meat the creature that made that terrible sound.

"Okay okay, it doesn't matter Minho. We just need to hide him," You were panicking, you could feel the rise in your stomach and your throat. But you had to keep it down, this was the worst place to have a full panic attack, and the wrong person to have it in front. "What about underneath?"

Minho looked to what you were pointing at, which was under the ivy at the bottom of the wall. "Okay okay but hurry, the walls are already changing."

For the next ten minutes you and Minho got Alby safely under the ivy, you didn't know if it would work but you prayed to whoever was out there that it would. You didn't even notice when Minho had stopped helping you, all your mind was focused on was making sure that Alby was safe to leave.

"We gotta go!"

"What?"

"We gotta go!" You felt Minho grab your arms, pulling you up onto your feet. Your eyes darted behind you as Minho dragged you forward, and thats when you saw it.

Your breath caught in your throat as you laid eyes on it for the first time. The thing everyone in the glade feared, the thing no one has ever seen and lived to tell the tale. It was unlike anything you'd ever seen—half-machine, half-monster, with twisted limbs. It's movements jerky and unnatural. Panic rushed into your body like lighting and thats when everything started to feel real. That you might actually not make it out alive.

You could feel your body turn stiff, and your blood turn cold. You thought for a second you were going to throw up, cry or scream. Maybe all of them and Minho sensed it immediately.

"Y/N Y/N no no no." Minho tried pulling you with him but your feet refused to move as you watched the griever turn into another corridor. "Don't do this now. We have to go!"

"I can't do this Minho!" You felt tears burn in your eyes, your breathing was ragged and heavy, and you were starting to see spots. "I can't-"

"Yes you can!"

"No I-"

"Listen to me!" He turned you around to face him, his hands cupping your face harshly, causing your eyes to connect with his. "Look I don't know if you're brave or just brain dead for running in here, but you did okay? So don't panic now, in-fact you aren't allowed to panic now. You have to learn to control it," Minho said, his voice low and dangerous. "Because if you can't, you'll get us both killed. So shove it down you got that. Shove. It. Down."

You nodded into his hands, your mouth trembling and the tears slipping down your face. You were about to wipe them away but Minho did it for you. You would have questioned it but you were far too scared to even think about anything other than death.

"Y/N, we need to run!" Minho shouted, his voice tinged with panic as his eyes widen, looking behind you. Your heart dropped to the ground as you heard it's dreadful scream and mechanical run but this time you didn't wait for Minho to drag you along. Instead you broke into a sprint, hot on Minho's heels.

The Griever's mechanical legs clattered against the ground as it raced after you two. You could hear its heavy breaths echoing behind you, driving you forward with a surge of adrenaline fueled fear.

"We can't outrun it," You panted, your voice strained with exertion as you darted around a corner, narrowly avoiding the Griever's grasp.

Your heart sank as you realized you were trapped, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. But giving up was not also not an option—not when your life, and were at risk. And not when Minho still didn't know your true feelings.

With a desperate burst of energy, you pushed forward, dodging the Griever's relentless attacks with quick reflexes and determination. Every step felt like a battle against death itself, but you refused to surrender.

Your legs burned, your lungs screamed for air, and yet the Griever remained hot on your heels. As exhaustion threatened to consume you, you felt your pace slowing, your steps faltering with each passing moment.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. The relentless pace was wearing you down, both physically and mentally. The maze seemed to stretch on endlessly, its walls looming ominously overhead.

"We can't stop!" Minho's voice pierced through the darkness, sharp with frustration.

But despite his harsh words, you struggled to keep up, your muscles aching with every step. As you rounded yet another corner, you stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

"I-I can't," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to catch your breath.

Minho's patience snapped, his frustration boiling over as he turned to face you, his expression a mix of anger and desperation.

"Dammit, Y/N!" he barked, his voice laced with frustration. "Get it together! Do you think the Grievers care if you're tired?" Minho snapped, his tone harsh. "Do you think they'll show you mercy because you can't keep up? No. They'll tear you apart without a second thought. We need to keep moving, or we're dead."

His words struck you like a blow, the harsh reality of your situation sinking in with chilling clarity. Despite the fear and exhaustion, you forced yourself to push through.

"Come on we can lose it down here! The walls are changing, closing! Keep moving, Y/N!"

Heart pounding, you glanced back to see the Griever's glowing eyes fixated on you, its mechanical limbs clattering against the stone floor as it got closer. With a surge of adrenaline, you broke into a sprint. As you ran, Minho's voice became a distant roar.

But then, a plan formed in your mind—a reckless, desperate plan. With a quick glance back, you veered off course, leading the Griever away from Minho's path.

"Come on, you ugly piece of scrap!" you taunted as you drew the Griever's attention to yourself.

Behind you, Minho's voice rose in panic, his yells desperate for you to turn back. But you ignored him.

As you ran, the walls of the maze began to shift and close in around you, sealing off your escape. With the Griever hot on your heels, you pushed yourself, every muscle burning.

And then, with a surge of determination, you made a leap, narrowly avoiding the closing walls as you launched yourself into the narrow gap.

With a sickening crunch, the Griever collided with the closing walls, its mechanical form crushed between the shifting stone. A triumphant roar echoed through the maze as you emerged on the other side, breathless and exhilarated, the sound of the Griever ringing in your ears.

As you caught your breath, Minho's voice reached you, sharp with a mix of anger and disbelief. "What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?" he barked, his tone harsh. "You could have gotten yourself killed!"

Your chest heaved, but you squared your shoulders, refusing to back down. "I did what I had to do," you retorted, your voice tinged with defiance. "We needed to stop that Griever, and I wasn't about to wait around for it to catch up to us. You're not the only one capable of making tough decisions, Minho."

Minho's eyes flashed with fury at your retort, his jaw clenched with suppressed rage. "You don't get it, do you?" he growled, his voice dripping with frustration.

"What don't I get?" you challenged, your own anger flaring as you met his gaze head-on. "Why do you suddenly act like you care huh? Back in the glade you've always acted as if you don't want me around."

Before you could even take a breath Minho was in front of you, with a harsh tug, he pulled you close, his eyes blazing with intensity as he stared into yours.

"Don't you dare say that," he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. "You don't think I care?"

Before you could form a response, Minho closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss. The anger and frustration melted away in an instant.

Caught off guard by his sudden change in demeanor, you found yourself melting into his embrace, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. In that moment, nothing else mattered—there was only Minho and the electrifying connection between you.

As you lost yourself in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more to Minho's harsh exterior than met the eye. And as you and Minho surrendered to the intoxicating pull of desire, you knew that despite the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them together.

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envy-of-the-apple · 4 months ago

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I have a question about how Haibara killed Greeny. I'm sure he must have spent time arguing with Greeny about a quick and non-painful way, but still wondering if it was really necessary. Sounds tragically comical, my poor sunshine boy.

im so glad someone asked-

"Absolutely not."

"You're not even listening to me-"

"No."

Yu's in front of you, an uncharacteristic frown on his lips. It's one of the few times he actually looks his age. You feel like you're 15 years old again, standing in front of a stern teacher.

There's still cheery chatter thought the restaurant. No one's noticed the dark gloom hovering over your table. You preferred it. Less eyes.

"Listen, I know it sounds crazy." You start. "But I've done this before. I'm an expert at this."

"Do you even hear yourself?" Yu's hissing back. "You're talking about killing yourself. About me killing you. That's-that's fucking ridiculous I'm not-"

His voice wavers, then hardens all over again. He's pushing himself up, throwing some money on the table.

"You live far from here?" He asks.

"No."

"Good. I'm walking you home." He says, voice curt.

The walk is quiet. Just you and him and the chilly December night. When you peak over, Haibara's lips are set in a hard line.

"Is this what you and Suguru did?" He asks quietly. "In the other timeline?"

You think back to Geto's beady eyes. That twisted smile.

"It was an accident, in the other timeline." You speak. He says nothing to that.

"Yu." You swallow. "I know what I'm asking you to do here."

"I don't think you do," He says back, "I'm a sorcerer, Greeny. I save people. I-I don't...I don't do this."

He sounds like all those years ago. When you were the older one, looking down at him in amusement. It makes your heart break.

You're making him go against everything he's fought for, bled for.

"I know that," you say, "I know that, but I can't just leave him behind. I want to save him, don't you?"

That makes him stop. He stares hard at the ground.

"You're being unfair." He laughs. It sounds wet in his throat.

You bring him to your home. It's quiet. You feel like you haven't been in here for decades. But everything's just as you left it. Yu's quiet all the way.

"Whenever you're ready." You tell him.

He flinches like you've shot him. You try to smile.

"If it makes you feel better, you won't remember it," you say.

He shakes his head.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." You start.

"I am," Yu says, "I should've...I should stop myself, but I'm not. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't choose Satoru over you."

He's crying. Salty tears dripping over scarred cheeks. You think he wants to remember this guilt, choosing to save one of his dearest friends over the person who saved his life.

"You're not a hero." It's a fact, the truth. "You're a jujutsu sorcerer."

He's quiet. His tears fade, wiped away with his fingers.

"And you aren't a jujutsu sorcerer." In that moment, you think Haibara Yu is the closest anyone has ever gotten in understand you.

"You'll save him?" He asks, voice quiet.

There's no hesitation. You make your second promise.

"I will."

This time, there's nothing to forgive.

#infinite rewind #infinite rewind asks #talking about death #murder #implied murder #but like nessecary yknow #kept this in my drafts for MONTHS cuz i couldnt get the dialogue quite right

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greeniscosmic · 5 days ago

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wow whitepine is getting really good so far! i wonder where they'll take this story- TOMMYINNIT???

#greeny stop talking #mcyt #whitepine #white pine #tommyinnit #TOMMY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE???#THIS IS LIKE WATCHING AN INDIE FILM AND THEN SUDDENLY LEONARDO DICAPRIO JUMPSCARES YOU #DOES ANYONE ELSE GET IT #also side note. i haven't actually watched whitepine yet so no spoilers please. im a hashtag fake fan

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abcdefghijk2m6opqrstuv · 2 months ago

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Avatar : The way of water x Fem! Reader

Synopsis

Y/n l/n had only watch the movie avatar from the skrin and had admire the scene in the movie. What happened if y/n and her bestfriend Eric got stuck in the avatar world after they being run over by a truck?

For the thousands time the boy with ginger hair sigh as he spoke again, "Y/n . L/n . FOR THE LAST TIME NO "

"UGHH but ericcccccc PLEASE JUST ONCE MORE" you whine holding both of Eric legs into place not letting go. While Eric struggled to push you away but failed.

"Damn girl , for a woman, you definitely got a strong grip." He huff and look at you again,"but I still won't agree with you." You whine louder this time.

"b-but Eric whyyyyy??????" Eric look at you dumbfounded. "Why? Woman you've been watching those movie for days! Plus they don't have the movie up anymore. Let's watch NEW movie y/n." Eric said seriously adding venom in his voice making you shivers and slowly let go of his legs.

You got up and give Eric the dirtiest look making him rolls his eyes. "Oh come on. Let's go the movie I pick is gonna start soon."

Eric took your hands and walk to the street as you sigh loudly. "Why do you like that movie so much anyway? You aren't like this with their first movie." Eric look at you curiously as your eyes shine to tell him.

"Omg , there is so much to talk about but I don't know where to start ugh!" You groans as both of you walk across the street. "Yeah ? How so?" Eric put both of his hands behind his head as he walk beside you. "It just too many favourite scene for me and the fact that my favourite characters die!" You said feeling frustrated making you lose focus on your walk eventually fall on your knees. Eric look at you dumbfounded and laugh. "Damn you're stupid."

Eric said wiping his tears as he laugh making you rolls your eyes. "Can't you at least help me up beside laughing at me?"

"Hmm let me think.. nope." Eric said still laughing and failed to hear the warning of people said to get of the road. You scoff at Eric as you pull him so he stumbled and fall on the road too.

"Ha! Stupid!" You said laughing out loud "woman wha-" Eric was about to protest until a sudden honk heard and a truck comes towards both of you. Everything went black.

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You groans as you slowly opens your eyes. You heard sounds of bird chirping as you look around in awe. You find yourself in a big greeny forest making slowly stood up.

Then you saw a big bird flying away making you gasp a little.

"Woah.."

You startled when you heard another groan from behind you. You turn around quickly only to find a big blue thing?

'Wait a second! That's look like an avatar!!' You thought as you decides to approach the tall blue man

"E-excuse me mr blue man?" Y/n said as she goes closer to the man.

"Ow.. the hell y/n.." Y/n widens her eyes as she recognised the voice. She quickly yells and held her hands on he mouth.

"ERIC?!" Y/n yells but then she noticed her blue hands making her scream a second time. "AAHHHHHHHHHH WH- HOW-?!??!??!"

Y/n ran around in horror as eric trying to register what's happening then it click him making him jumps from the ground and look at his body.

"THE HELL?! MY HOT BODY IS GONE!!!"

Eric yells as y/n stops running around hearing his statement.

"Dude keep dreaming your original body isn't even that hot."

Y/n scoff makin Eric look at her offended.

"What do you know huh? Many guys has approached me before unlike you. "

Eric said flipping his now braided long hair at y/n. Y/n rolls her eyes as she finally get serious.

"Okay but how did we ended up here..? And looks like we an avatar dude.. this is sick" Y/n inspect her body as she spin around and touching her tails and ears.

Eric on the other hands was thinking deep as he snaps his fingers. "This must be some kind of isekai. You know in anime where they died in their own world then got stuck to another world? Yeah this must be it!" Y/n blinks her eyes repeatedly as she didn't understand a word Eric said.

"Isek- what?" Y/n tilt her head then shook it off. "But whatever, does this mean we are .. dead..?" Eric gave it a thought then sigh. "I guess so.. but still there's maybe something that can help us get back."

Y/n raised her eyebrows in confusion. "How can we go back if we already dead? Become a zombie or something?"

Eric was about to said something but then they both heard an eerie screech in distance. The sound were coming closer to them making both of them froze.

"E-eric.. you heard that right..?" Y/n ask as she looks where the sounds coming. It's getting louder and louder. Y/n didn't hear Eric response making her turn around only to find Eric already ran ahead leaving y/n behind. "DUDE!" Y/n starts running towards Eric too.

"SORRY I WAS MAKING YOU A SACRIFICE!!" Eric yells as he kept running.

"EXCUSE ME?!"

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Author notes..

So I kinda think this chapter is messy and the grammar isn't really English 😭 but.. I hope you enjoy! Please tell me if there's anything I can fix. Any idea is fine. 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

#neteyam x reader #avatar x reader #neteyam #aonung x oc

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that-tmr-girl · 6 months ago

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Why Choose? (Newt x Thomas x Reader Smut)

When you hear Thomas and Newt talking about you, you decide you don't have to choose.

Threesome, teasing, fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink, overstimulation

Greenie was interesting. Really interesting. With his questions and attitude and attractiveness. He was something else.

Newt has always been interesting. With his track-hoe outfit and commanding voice and build. He had been the only one to catch my eye until Thomas.

I should be concerned, scared even. I know that hearing them say what they want to do to me should worry me.

The thing is I really wanted to do those things. I had fantasized about them and woken up soaked after those dreams. It was just something I couldn't explain but wanted anyway. It didn't have to make sense for it to be true.

“Y/N, she's gotta be with someone, right? If she's the only girl?”Thomas reasoned. Stopping in my tracks, I held my breath as I listened to their private conversation in the deadheads.

One that I had to hear.

“Somehow no. Nobody's just caught her eye I guess,”Newt shrugged.

“Oh. That's interesting I guess,”He trailed off.

“You in love with the girl, Thomas?”He teased.

“No,”He instantly defended, his face turning red. “I just think she's kind of cute,”He mumbled.

“Course you do.”

“I mean do you think she's cute?”He trailed off.

“You wanna know what I think of Y/N?”

“I mean yeah.”

“That she’s sweet. She's a great friend, she's caring, she’s soft, she’s the best bloody thing to happen to this place. I think she's great, and I’d take the chance to be with her like any bloke.”

“Like with her or with her?”

“Both.”

With my face flushing at his words, I turned and stared at the ground as I took in his words. It was insane. Absolutely insane. I mean yes. I do feel the same for him, but at the same time Thomas is just so special. At the same time though, Newt is special. At the same, same time, one conversation can't actually tell much. I mean, not one that I’m not participating in.

But he wants me the way I want him. Or more like the ways I want him. I want to hold his hand and sit with him every Greenie night but at the same time, end up in his bed while everyone else is busy.

Thomas though, I want him too. I want to watch the stars and stay up all night talking to him while also staying up all night because of him arching my back.

With my face only getting warmer, I glanced back at them and listened to more of the conversation.

“Don't look at me like that, mate. I see the way you stare at her.”

“So do you,”Thomas shot back.

“The difference is I never denied it, did I?”

With my breath hitching in my throat, I thought about what to do for a moment. On one hand, I keep to myself. I’m almost shy and quiet.

On the other hand, why not be bold for once? Why not go after what I want?

Without even thinking about it I stepped out of my hiding spot. Walking over to them, I kept my expression blank as they looked up at my footsteps. As they both turned red it was clear they realized I had overheard.

Finding myself unable to speak, I just grabbed their hands and pulled them up. Putting my finger to my lips, I gestured for them to follow me. Without hesitation, they did so. Holding back a grin, I led them past the trees and to the very edge of the Homestead, where my hut was. While it was specifically made to keep boys out, Alby hadn't said anything about bringing them inside.

Opening my door, I looked back to see them right behind me. Walking inside, I watched them follow suit.

“I’m sorry. I-”

Cutting Thomas off, I pushed my lips against his. After freezing for a moment, he slipped his warm tongue into my mouth. Realizing what was happening, Newt closed my door.

Thomas trailed his hand down my stomach, into my pants. Circling my clit, he made me moan into his mouth. Harshly tugging his hair, I felt the wetness drip down my thighs. Groaning in my mouth, he stuck a finger inside of me before pulling away from my mouth. Attacking my neck, he nibbled on my skin, leaving marks. Moaning louder, I felt my legs shake as he added another finger. Just as I was right there, he pulled away.

With a desperate whine I pulled my pants down, letting my underwear follow. Looking me up and down, he let his eyes travel on my body as he pulled his pants off. Tugging my shirt over my head, I threw it on the floor.

Pushing me against the wall, he placed his dick by my entrance. Looking at me for consent, when I nodded he carefully pushed himself inside of me. Digging my nails into his back, I moaned his name. Grabbing my legs, he wrapped them around his waist as he repeatedly pulled out and slammed into me. With my back arching against the wall, I felt my eyes roll back to my head at the pleasure. Dragging my nails down his back, I repeated his name as he kept pulling out and pushing in. With the knot in my core getting worse, as I was right there he pulled out. With tears almost filling my eyes at the teasing, I threw my head back as he dropped me from around him.

I didn't have to worry though as he let Newt stand in front of me. Already undressed, he asked if I wanted this. The second I said yes he penetrated me. Resting my head on his shoulder, I closed my eyes against my will as my body shook. Holding my waist, he started to increase his pace, grunting near my ear as he did. With desperate sounds leaving me, I was already close. As my walls clenched around him he twitched inside of me.

“I’m gonna cum,”I moaned. Going harder, as he slammed into me once more he filled me up. Coming to my release as well, both out liquids spilled down my legs.

Pressing his lips against mine, he was a much more gentle kisser. With his hands under my jaw, he took my breath away all over again.

When he was satisfied he grabbed my hips and picked me up. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he carried me to my bed. Laying me down, he waved Thomas over. Squirming at just the thought, I watched as he positioned himself over me.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,”I honestly answered.

Accepting it, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the outline of his abs from his time in the Glade. Instinctively looking down as my face turned red, when I saw his hard, veiny cock, it got worse.

“Please don't tease me this time?”I begged through shaky breaths.

“You look too good to tease anymore,”He said firmly. When I let out a sound of delight at his words he aligned himself with my entrance. Staring at the ceiling, I whimpered again as he pushed his tip into me. “It’s okay. I won't go fast,”He promised, slowly pushing more of himself into me. Shutting my eyes, tears spilled from them at the overstimulation. With his hands on my shoulders, he gradually fit himself all the way inside. With strangled noises leaving me, I opened my eyes as he held himself still, letting me adjust yet again. Wrapping my arms around his back, I dug my nails into his skin at the familiar pleasure. When he heard me moan in his ear he pulled out just to slam back into me, making me gasp.

Repeating his action, he seemed to get deeper with each thrust. With my body shaking, I clung to him as he started grunting. With his hands on my thighs, he spread my legs wider as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. With his chest pressed against mine, he filled me up while sucking and biting my skin. Arching my back, I let my hands go to my side as I twisted the sheets. Grabbing them, he pinned them above my head as he sped up, making the knot in my core get worse. Twitching inside of me, he got sloppier as he pushed his lips against mine. With my eyes still rolling to the back of my head, I moaned in his mouth as he ran his fingers through my hair. As I was right there he pulled his lips away, biting down on my neck. Arching my back again, I screamed his name as I came. With another thrust, he twitched before filling me with his seed, spilling from my thighs. With our breathing raspy, we stayed there for a moment until he pulled out.

“My turn,”Newt said simply, getting on top of me. Placing himself over my soaked pussy, he looked at me for consent. The second I nodded he put his hands on my shoulders as he slammed into me. Letting out a whimper at the way I was being penetrated again, I was held still as my body shook. Keeping his pace, he moaned praises in my ear at each thrust. Feeling my toes curl as the pressure in my stomach never seemed to end, I threw my head back as he kept pushing himself into me. With black dots clouding my vision, I was making incoherent sounds. Twitching inside of me, he grabbed my waist to keep me from moving my hips up. Crashing his lips against mine, he made my eyes roll to the back of my head as he was absolutely ruthless. Moaning in his mouth, I released all over him. Carelessly pulling out and pushing in, he kept going as he pulled his mouth away, looking at my face. Barely able to breathe, I moaned as his warm liquids filled me up. Groaning, he made sure I was dripping before he pulled out.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Taking us like that,”He praised in my ear, sending chills up my spine. Kissing my forehead, he then sat me up, pushing me against the headboard.

“Hands and knees,”He commanded. Managing to do what he said, I felt my arms shake. Grabbing my waist, he made sure I was stable before nodding at Thomas.

Getting behind me, he aligned himself with my entrance before asking if I was okay. When I said I was he gently pushed into me. With overstimulation leaving me sensitive, he had to hold my waist to keep me up. Being slower, he kept saying soft praises each time he would push into me. Letting out more sounds, I dropped my head as he kept his gentle pace.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Taking us so well,”He moaned as the never ending knot returned. Panting as my knees kept threatening to give out, I felt him tighten his grip as he noticed. “Fuck, you feel good. So fucking good,”He grunted. Dropping my head, my walls clenched around him. Pushing into me again, he held himself there as we both came. When he pulled out he slowly laid me on my back. With my legs shaking, I was close to tears as the feeling of them.

“You did so well,”He praised as he helped me on my back. Breathing heavily, I couldn't even nod my head. In fact, I couldn't even move.

“It’s okay, love,”Newt sighed, carefully pulling one of his boxers up my shaking legs. With my vision just barely returning, I stared at the ceiling as I admittedly wore an almost love sick smile.

Thomas pulled one of his shirts over my head, leaving me completely dressed. With both of them in their boxers, they each crawled on the opposite side of me, leaving me in the middle. With their arms wrapped around me, the feeling of safety and affection left me happier than I could ever say. Running my hands through both of their hair, I shut my eyes as I drifted off to sleep, way too happy and tired to ask what this meant. All I knew is that I was more than hoping it would happen again.

#thomas x newt x reader #thomas x reader #newt x reader #smut reader #smut #smut oneshot #tmr #the maze runner #tmr smut #maze runner smut #oneshot #smut requests

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midnighthazee · 4 days ago

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Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: who doesn't love a cutesy family dinner?? A big gathering in honor of the holidays! Happy Holidays Greenies!!! (I'm still posting through the holidays, don't panic)

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff on Fluff🥰, SMUT 18+ MDNI, oral, creampie, multiple orgasms, p in v (wrap it guys!), fingering, marking (non hybrid kind), overstim, pet names

WC: 6208

Chapter 18

“Alright, alright.” Chan said with a chuckle.

Everyone stepped back giving him space.

“You have no idea how much I missed you guys.” He said with a smile, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“We missed you too.” Felix said, hugging him tightly.

Chan kissed his head, squeezing him back.

“Thanks you two for taking charge.” Chan smiled at Minho and Changbin.

“Anytime.” Minho nodded shyly.

Chan kissed his cheek before kissing Changbin’s.

His eyes landed on you, and he smiled. You blushed, looking down.

“I hope the boys weren’t too much for you.” He says, stepping closer and tilting your chin up.

“No. They took great care of me.”

“Good.” He planted his lips on yours, finally getting to kiss you properly and not through a window.

He stepped back, smiling. “I heard a lot happened while I was away…”

Everyone exchanged glances.

“Let’s get out of here first, then we will catch you up.” Changbin throws an arm over his shoulder and leads him out of the courtroom.

You and Minho exchange glances, your mark tingling when he grabs your hand. Everyone walks out, meeting the Enha and Ahgase packs outside headquarters on the big steps. They all greet Chan, shaking hands and grateful he’s out. He thanked everyone for aiding his pack while he was locked up.

“Two days time, I want you all over for dinner. We will have a big feast to celebrate. Your omegas are invited too.” Chan declares.

“You don’t have to do that…” Jaebeom begins to say.

“I insist. If it wasn’t for all of you, I wouldn’t be out and my pack wouldn’t have been safe.” Chan says, clapping him on the shoulder.

Jaebeom nodded. “We’ll be there.”

“Us too.” Seungcheol smiled.

“We would be honored.” Yeonjun gave a nod.

“We would love to.” Jungwon agreed.

It was late when you all finally arrived home. Minho suggested stopping at a hotel but Chan just took over driving. He said he just wanted to get home and drove the second half of the drive. Seungmin took over for Changbin in your car.

You were laying on Hudson’s shoulder, his head on yours as you two shared your Harry Potter blanket. Jisung was on your other side, laying on you with his own blanket while Changbin and Seungmin were in the front. The rest of the pack was in Minho’s car. Chan and Seungmin driving the second half of the drive.

Minho and the boys spent the drive telling Chan what happened while he was away. How you ran away to go help them, only to find out you were too late. How you found your brother Reed, only for him to hold you hostage for a week until you finally escaped. Chan couldn’t believe your own brother would do that. Was he still so mad at Aiden that he wanted to punish Chan by keeping you away from your pack?

Minho did carefully avoid admitting the fact that he went into a rut and marked you. He didn’t know how Chan would take it, and feared the worst. The rest of the boys caught on quickly, also evading the subject as well. Minho needed to find the right time to tell him. Maybe after a good meal and rest. So tomorrow?

At home, everyone brought their luggage in. Hudson was last to get his bag out, awkwardly following everyone in. You were the only one that really talked to him the whole drive since everyone else wanted to leave him behind. He swears he didn’t know that Reed killed Chan’s brother and, although you were skeptical, you chose to believe him.

“Hey. I don’t think we officially met. You’re Hudson, right?” Chan said, offering his hand.

“Yeah, it got a little hectic.” Hudson laughed awkwardly, shaking his hand.

“I trust y/n. So if she believes you, I believe you. We will give it some time, let you prove yourself. And then maybe… I’ll let you join our pack officially. If that’s something you would want…” Chan speaks.

“Uh, yeah. No, definitely. I would really like that.”

Chan nodded. “See you around.”

Hudson, feeling a bit better for now, avoided Minho’s glares and made his way into the bedroom basement. He went into the bathroom to unpack his toiletries when he finally noticed the bruising around his neck from Minho’s grip earlier. He swallowed at the thought, opting for a shower to calm his nerves.

Upstairs, Minho was in the kitchen with you and Felix, starting on a late dinner. It was after midnight so it would be something light since everyone was a bit hungry.

“Did you tell him?” you whispered to Minho, earning a glare.

“No.”

“Why not?” you ask, whisper yelling.

“Because it wasn’t the time. I’ll tell him…tomorrow.” Minho whispered back.

“Tomorrow? You don’t think he should know today?” you rested your hand on Minho’s forearm, preventing him from spreading the peanut butter on the bread.

“Who should know what?” Chan whispered, making you jump.

“Oh, um…geez you scared me.” you say, laying a hand on your chest.

“Still jumpy, I see.” Chan smirked.

“Just a little…” you mumble.

“So what are we whispering about?” he asked again.

You catch Felix out of the corner of your eye, his expression full of worry as he made sandwiches. Minho had resumed cooking the veggies, not faltering in the slightest.

“Um… I have something to tell you.” you admit.

“Okay. What is it?” Chan crossed his arms as he listened intently.

“Um…well…”

“We should probably talk in your office…or outside.” Minho interrupted.

“Why?” Chan asked with a furrowed brow.

“In case you get mad…” you say in a tiny voice.

“Why would I get mad? Did y’all too…mate? Is that what this is about?”

Felix spits out the water he was drinking behind you two. You both turned to him, Minho glaring, and he moved quickly to clean it up. Minho took your hand and Chan’s arm, leading you two on the back deck.

Guess we’re doing this now. Minho thought.

“Okay. Seriously, what’s going on? If you mated I’m not going to be mad. Maybe a little surprised. But not mad.” Chan spoke with a smile.

“Why surprised?” you asked.

“I would have expected Felix or Jisung to cave first…getting too needy and seducing you.” Chan chuckled.

You smiled at the thought - he wasn’t wrong.

“Chan…” all emotion was gone from Minho’s face. “I marked her.”

Chan stared at him, hard. It looked as if he stopped breathing. He wasn’t quite glaring, but still burning holes into Minho as he processed. A few moments went by as they stared at each other. You’re pretty sure Chan hasn’t blinked or took a breath.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have gone into his room. I-” you began to defend Minho until Chan turned his gaze onto you, making you shrink.

“Start from the beginning.” Chan said, turning back to Minho.

“Y/n had a nightmare the night you left. She was seeking comfort and came into my room. She was about to leave but I told her to stay, knowing she needed company. I woke up in a rut and insisted she leave. She wanted to help, begged me to.”

“I swear. He didn’t force it.” You added.

Chan remained silent as Minho continued.

“It was fine. I was holding back… until I saw Lewis’s mark. I went feral and… and…”

“Nearly killed her?” Chan raised an eyebrow.

Minho swallowed, nodding.

“We had a plan. One that involved Doctor Quinn so if things went south. You should have told her no.”

“I know… the rut was hitting fast. I could barely think straight. And when I went feral… I blacked out. I don’t remember anything after that. But I came to, chained in the rut house.”

“How bad?” Chan questioned.

“Y/n sub dropped and Doctor Quinn had to be called. It was touch and go for a couple days… she um… flatlined a few times.”

Chan began pacing, running his fingers through his hair as Minho continued.

“Doc said her heart was weak and struggling. But eventually she regained her strength and woke up.”

“And then I made the dumb decision to go to the Nykos.” you added.

Chan stepped closer to you, making you tense.

“And you’re okay now? No weakness or anything?”

“No, I’m okay. Strong and healthy. I’m better than I was. Changbin is getting me in shape and I’m bonded to the pack now.” you say with a smile.

Chan smiles back.

“I know you should have been first but-” Minho started to say.

“It’s fine. I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?” Minho asks disbelievingly.

“At the time, I would have forbidden anyone from seeing you and made it so even you couldn’t help your own rut. Probably would have chewed you out for being so reckless too. But now… everything’s fine. It was the rut, not you. Y/n’s okay. So what’s done is done.” Chan smiled.

“You sure you don’t want to like… yell at me or something?” Minho winced.

“No, Minho. It’s fine. Really.” Chan kissed him deeply, assuring him that we could now move past this.

Minho didn’t look totally convinced, but went back into the kitchen to finish dinner regardless. Chan turned to you, smiling.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. Everything is just fine. Me and Minho are good despite him avoiding me for a while after it happened.”

“He was blaming himself. He tends to do that.” Chan said.

“Yeah, well losing me for a week made him come around. Plus I was not gonna let him ignore me.”

“Good. He needs someone to push back when he gets like that. Usually it’s me.”

You two giggle together, Chan intertwining your fingers.

“Go easy on him…okay? He’s punished himself enough.” you say.

“I will, don’t worry.” Chan kissed your forehead.

Minho announced that the food was ready and everyone sat down at the table, eating together as a pack once more. Chan sat back in his chair, watching everyone at the table talk and laugh. He looks to you, seeing your animated expressions as you talk with the boys. You were so much more comfortable and confident now - he loved it.

That night, you were laying in bed, trying to sleep. You tossed and turned, but couldn’t get yourself to relax enough. You also kept hearing a squeaking… occasionally knocking.

There it was again! You sit up, looking around your room and being met with darkness. What is that?

You hear your door crack open, freezing in your bed.

A blonde haired boy pokes his head in. “You awake?”

“Yeah. Can’t sleep.” you pout.

Felix slips in, wearing only his boxers as he sits on the edge of your bed. “You hear it too?”

“Yes. What is that?” you ask, relieved it wasn’t just you.

“Chan and Minho.” Felix laughs lightly. “Chan’s room is below us.”

“Oh…” you feel your cheeks heat up. “I see now. The… noises make sense.

Felix rests his hand on your knees, thumb drawing circles on the comforter as he stares absentmindedly. You hear a faint growl from below and seek a distraction.

“Lixie? You okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah…sorry.” he smiles.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask playfully, leaning over so you are in his field of vision. Your eyes lock and he smiles.

“You.” Felix looks down at his hand, moving it slightly higher on your knee. “Helping you relax so you can sleep.”

You look down, realizing what he was getting at, and smirk. “Think you can help me sleep?”

Felix’s eyes look up to yours. “Yes.”

“Prove it.”

Felix’s lips were on yours in a second, his body moving to straddle your lap. He kissed you deeply - hungrily - as he sat in your lap and you cupped his face. He moaned into the kiss, warmth spreading to your core in reaction. Why didn’t he do this sooner?

Your hands trail down his sides, one sinking into his boxers and feeling his hardness. He hissed, eyes closing at your touch. He was quite reactive to your touches…

You took him in your hand, stroking as his body shuddered. He moaned, hips rocking into your grip. You smirked, squeezing tighter as he threw his head back.

“Fuck,” he panted, chest already heaving.

Precum began leaking from his tip. You leaned forward, licking it up before taking him in your mouth. He moaned loudly as you sucked on his tip. Your tongue swirled around, teasing his slit before taking his entire length. He bucked his hips instinctively, groaning.

At this point, he was laying on his back, your lips wrapped around his dick as he fisted the sheets. He was whining, moaning about how he was close already. You stopped, only to rid yourself of your pj set. He immediately attached his lips to your nipples, sucking hard while his hand teased the other. He alternated between them both before kissing down your stomach to your core.

“Lix…” you panted.

“Shhh… let me taste you.” Felix said, ducking his head between your legs.

You moan out, feeling his tongue tease your clit. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging. He groaned at the pull, prodding his tongue as deep as he could for a taste. He moans, slurping your juices like a starved man.

It doesn't take long for him to have your legs quivering. Your orgasm washes over you and he reaches up to tweak your nipples. Impatient for more, you push him onto his back and straddle his hips.

You throw your head back as you sink down on him, groaning as you roll your hips. Felix was quick to grab your hips in an effort to ground himself. You felt so good, looked so pretty on top of him. He sat up, pulling your lips to his and kissing you deeply. His hands tangled in your hair as your hips circled in his lap. Groaning, he kissed along your jaw, down your neck and chest.

Grinding harder, you pushed Felix down and began bouncing. He met your hips with thrusts of his own. He was so vocal, moaning and whining at how good he was feeling. His sounds only made you wetter.

A few moments later, your thighs were burning but he wasn’t stopping. You leaned forward, kissing his neck and jaw as he continued thrusting up into you. His hands roaming over your body, he held you close to him as he felt himself getting close.

Grunting, you feel his hips stuttering as he fills you up. It triggers your own release, making you clench around him. You milked every drop as he moaned your name into your hair. You moaned his name back, face buried in his neck - in his scent. His hips slowed to a stop and the two of you laid together like this for a few moments.

Felix moved his hips slowly, whining at the overstimulation to his cock. He was still hard and wanting more. He rolled you two over so that you were on your back before pulling out. He watched as his cum began to drip out of you, his dick twitching in excitement.

With his fingers, he pushed it back into you. Felix thrusted his fingers, curling them and massaging your gummy walls just right. You squirm, feeling your orgasm start to build. He presses his thumb to your clit, circling it as his free hand rubs up your side and squeezes your breast.

“You’re so pretty.” He coos, leaning forward to kiss you.

You moan into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck. He smiles into the kiss, pulling back to look at you. The way he stared at you made you feel so vulnerable. Like he could see right through you, every flaw and scar.

“Cum for me, love. I wanna see you lose yourself.” Felix speaks with a husky voice.

You whine, feeling so close. He can tell by your squirming and clenching that you’re about to cum so he doubles his efforts, inserting a third finger.

With a loud moan, you cum hard. Your legs close around his hand while your body trembles. He doesn’t let up, riding out your high as long as he can. Your eyes roll back, as you whine.

“Lix..s’too m-much.” you manage to say.

Smirking, Felix eases up, opening your legs as he caresses your inner thighs. Soothing you, your body finally comes down. Your chest is heaving as you do and Felix leans forward to capture your lips in a messy, heated kiss. You reach between your bodies, one hand teasing his nipple while the other strokes his cock. Your thumb swipes the precum from his tip, rubbing it along his length.

His hips thrust into your hand, searching for friction but you’re barely holding it. He whimpers, looking deeply into your eyes. You move him down, lining him with your entrance and he pushes in. Your eyes close instinctively, lips parting. He takes advantage, intertwining your tongues as he kisses you.

His thrusts were slow and lazy, dragging his veiny cock along your sensitive walls. You were so high off the lust, lost in the moment as your bodies connected. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him deeper inside. This went on for several minutes.

“Mmmm….Lixie…” you say, caressing his cheek as you look into his deep blue eyes.

He smiles at you, nuzzling into your neck and inhaling your scent.

“I wish I was an alpha so I could mark you too.” he whispers.

You giggle. “You can still try if you want…”

He chuckles, nipping at your neck and collarbone. “It’s not the same.”

“So…”

Felix nips across your collarbone to the opposite side of Minho’s mark. He bites down, hard but not enough to break skin. You moan, back arching as you push your body into his. He releases, sucking the spot to form a huge mark. Something primal inside him took over and he began snapping his hips into yours.

“Fuck…” you pant.

You were already close from the languid thrusts to your sweet spot a few minutes ago. Now he was pushing you over the edge and you were about to crash hard. He muffles your moans with a kiss as your body shakes underneath him. Your pussy clenches around him and he slows his tempo a notch. He can feel your wetness coating his cock as he slides in and out, becoming addicted to the sensation.

He helps you ride out your high for a moment before easing up. He raised up onto his arms, pulling out of you. He moves to lay behind you, spooning you as he pushes back inside.

He gripped your hip, pushing your top leg over his as he thrusted. His hand cupped your breast as he moved, kissing over his mark and making you shudder. You moan, leaning into him and resting your hand over his.

“Fuck…I’m close…” Felix groaned.

“Fill me up, baby.” you encourage.

Your words excited him. Hearing that you wanted it too made him more determined even though he already came inside once. He honestly wanted you so full of his cum that you would leak for days.

“Cum with me, love.” he whispers.

He reaches forward, teasing your clit with his fingers. You moan, orgasm building quickly.

“Lixie…” you whine.

“I know, I know.” he comforts, kissing the side of your neck.

You are just on the cusp when you feel his hips stutter. You feel the white ropes coat your insides, pushing you over the edge. You clench around him, whole body trembling, as you milk every last drop.

He stopped for a second, a few bucks of his hips as every drop left spills from his cock. He slides in and out slowly, whining as he buries his face in the back of your neck. It was overstimulating but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to stay in this moment with you as long as he could.

You were now so tired, eyes barely able to open. You could hear the faint squeak and knock from below still, clueless as to how they were still going. Felix was peppering your neck and shoulder with kisses as he continued his slow thrusting. His body shuddered with each drag but he pushed through it.

“Mmm,” you moan at his affection.

“You feel so good. Let’s just stay like this, yeah?” he whispers.

“Please…” you whisper.

He squeezes your body closer, cuddling into you, his hips still slowly moving despite his sensitive cock softening. You fell into a deep sleep with him still inside, him following right behind you.

The next morning, Felix wakes, finding himself still pressed up against you. His cock was warm, buried deep inside you. As he realized he miraculously stayed inside you all night, his cock twitched. He was not about to move, wanting to stay like this for as long as he could.

He kissed your shoulder, your steady breath telling him you were still fast asleep. He listened out, not hearing any movement in the house. He leaned up, looking at the clock on your nightstand - 9:10. It was still early and after hearing last night, Felix knew Minho was not getting up anytime soon for breakfast.

He laid there with you, basking in the warmth of your bodies as his fingers trailed up and down your arm. He tried your side, but you squirmed so he opted for the arm. Seconds turned to minutes and soon he checked the clock to see 10:03 displayed in green LED lights. He kissed your shoulder again, before reluctantly pulling out of your tight heat.

You stirred, moaning as he did.

“Sorry, love.” he whispered, kissing your temple.

You blinked your eyes open a bit, looking up at him. “Lix?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Go back to sleep.” he whispered.

You turn, wincing at the slight pain in your muscles. You reached for him, snuggling into his bare chest. He kissed the top of your head, wanting nothing more than to cuddle you.

“I gotta make breakfast, sweets.”

You look up at him with a pout. He pecks your lips.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He pecks you again before climbing out of the bed.

“But I was sleeping so well.” you complain.

“Me too. We should sleep like that every night.” He winks.

Felix grabs his boxers, giving you one last kiss before retreating from your room.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Everyone was hanging out, relaxing with Chan. Having him home made such a difference in everyone’s mood. You thought everyone was getting along fine before but now you realize just how forced all that happiness was.

In the evening, you helped Seungmin and Jeongin go grocery shopping for the dinner tomorrow. Minho wrote out a list that was to be followed explicitly - no deviating from the list. The boys of course got a few extra items and snuck them in the pantry when Minho wasn’t looking.

After that, you suggested a sleepover night. Chan loved the idea, so comforters, blankets and pillows were brought downstairs. You all set up the living room to make a huge bed in between the fireplace and couch. After an intense game of rock, paper, scissors… Jeongin was the winner and got to pick the movie. Changbin made the bowls of popcorn while you settled into your spot, Chan having put your stuff between his and Hyunjin’s.

It took Jeongin nearly ten minutes to pick out a movie but he finally settled on one - Kingsman:The Secret Service. A few of them had seen it but loved the movie enough to watch again. You of course had not seen it but it sounded good. So everyone settled in, eating popcorn and enjoying the movie. Once it was over, Jisung put on some sleep aid video from Youtube and everyone cuddled together. Soon the room filled with the sounds of a storm and lulled everyone to sleep.

It was so nice to be cuddled up with everyone close, you thought this should be the new norm. You tried to remind yourself to tell Chan to order a big bed before you finally drifted off to dreamland.

It was evening time and the house was in full swing. The morning and early afternoon had been spent cleaning and setting up for the dinner. Foldable tables were brought in from the garage, set up with tablecloths to allow more seating. Everyone in the house cooked a dish, some desserts, some sides, and some main entrees.

The tables were set nicely, tons of food ready to be served. Everyone was dressed up a bit, looking quite nice. You were in your room, fidgeting with the straps of your dress and huffing at your reflection. You had never worn anything fancy and it was making you nervous.

“Let me help you.” Chan’s soothing voice filled your room.

You spun around, smiling sheepishly.

He came over, turning you to face the mirror again while he fixed your strap. It took him a second to figure out what it needed. Then he kissed your shoulder once he was done.

“There. Better?”

“Yes. Thank you.” you say, avoiding his gaze in the mirror.

“You look gorgeous, darling.” Chan smiled, his hands resting on your waist.

“I don’t know. It seems like a lot.” you gesture to the makeup Hyunjin helped you with.

Felix braided your hair last night so you had some waves going on too.

“You’re perfect, baby.” He smiled. “Now stop being nervous. They are gonna love you.”

“This dinner is about you, not me.” you spin around.

“Maybe… but you’re my arm candy for the night.” Chan winks.

You swallow, trying not to let it get to you. You never did well in large crowds of people. All the scents overwhelmed you, nevermind what was entailed when the Nykos threw a party.

The doorbell rings and Chan holds out his arm. “Shall we?”

You take his arm and he leads you down the hall, making a grand entrance down the stairs as Enha entered the house. Jungwon and Heesung entered, each accompanied by a stunning woman. You definitely felt out of place now.

“Well, don’t you two clean up nicely.” Jungwon said with a big smile.

“Thank you.” Chan beams. “So glad you made it.”

“Of course. Thanks for the invite. This is my omega Xiaojin.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” she said with a bow, her voice sultry.

You two bowed back, smiling.

“This is my lovely omega Yuri.” Heeseung said, stepping forward.

“Hello. Thank you for having me.” she bowed as well, a cute smile on her lips.

You bowed back, your silence not going unnoticed. Chan squeezed your hand as he smiled at the new guests.

“This is y/n. She is our omega.” Chan spoke proudly.

“Nice to meet you.” You spoke to the girls.

The rest of Enha made their way to the tables, finding where they wanted to sit and placing their jackets there. They eventually got drinks from the bartender downstairs. The Ahgase pack arrived as well. You met Jaebeom’s omega Rikki and Mark’s omega Maggi as well, both were also nice people. They were also very comforting and less intimidating.

Mansae made an entrance being fashionably late. Seungcheol’s omega was named Julia, Joshua’s was named Jade, and Wonwoo’s was Cora. Why were all the omega’s here so pretty? While it made you feel a little insecure, you were happy to have some females around after being around so many males lately.

You were idly walking around, weaving through everyone as you took in the room. You already had two flutes of champagne, Jisung warning you to slow down until you eat something. So you were currently fighting the temptation to go get another glass.

“Having fun?” a voice asked from behind you.

You quickly whipped around, startled by the less familiar voice. It was DK.

“Yes.” you said, smiling.

“Could have fooled me.” He smirks.

“It’s just…a lot of people. I’m still getting used to it.”

“I get it. Woozi and Hoshi are pretty shy and were nervous about so many people being here tonight too.”

“Well we should all go hide in a corner then.” you giggle.

He laughs too. “So how’s it going with the little brother?”

“Minho isn’t a fan, but other than that…” you smile with a shrug.

“I’m sure he will come around. Join me for a dance later?”

“Sure…?”

“Don’t be nervous.” DK says with a smile, leaving before you can change your mind.

You make your way back downstairs into the basement. Hyunjin and Niki are laughing over something at the bar. Jisung, Bambam, Woozi, and Dino were sitting on the couch talking. As you stood back and observed everyone, you realized how hungry you were.

“When is dinner? I’m hungry..” a voice spoke, matching your thoughts.

“Beomgyu, right?” you ask.

He nodded with a smile.

“Me too.”

“Wanna go upstairs and check on dinner with me?” he asked.

You nod, following him up the stairs. Upstairs, you see the rest of the Mansae pack in the living room talking with Jeongin and Changbin. In the kitchen, Minho and Felix were hurrying around. You head over to them, Beomgyu following.

“Need help?” you ask.

“No, we are just finishing up.” Felix said, taking some plates to the dining table.

“Make a new friend, kitten?” Minho asked, smirking as he noticed Beomgyu.

“Yep.” Beomgyu smiled proudly, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close.

You blushed, shocked by his actions.

“Sounds like trouble…” Minho winks at you before taking dishes to the dining table.

Felix announced to everyone that they could come sit down for dinner and soon the room was full of people. There was chatter and laughter all around and you took a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“There you are.” you heard Chan’s voice and instantly relaxed.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, peeking his head from behind you. He had a big smile on his face as he took in your expression.

“It’s okay, relax. I got you.” he whispered into your ear.

You nod, giving him a smile.

“You’re sitting next to me. C’mon.” Chan pulled you over to the main dining table, letting you sit at the end across from Minho. Chan took the head spot between the two of you while everyone else was mixed in with the other packs. You ended up sitting next to Sunoo who you’d end up gossiping with the whole dinner.

Chan clinked a fork on his glass gently, gathering everyone’s attention.

“Thank you all for being here. I want to express my deepest gratitude to you all. You have been such an amazing group of friends and support system for us while I was locked up. I don’t think we would have been able to do this without you all. So please enjoy the food we prepared.”

“To Greenridge.” Jaebeom stood, raising his glass.

“To Greenridge.” Seungcheol raised his glass as well.

Everyone else stood, glasses raised to Chan. Chan’s ears went red as he raised his too. Everyone clinked their glasses and took a sip.

Dinner was delicious, everyone eating their fill. There was hardly any food left by the end of it. After dinner, everyone spread out and began talking while waiting for dessert to be served. Felix had ordered some pastries from the local bakery for everyone and was currently taking them out of the boxes. You were helping him, excited about how tasty the treats looked.

“What are these?” you asked.

“Mini strawberry pies, beignets…which taste kinda like a donut. And mini black forest cakes.” Felix explained.

“Black forest?”

“It’s basically chocolate cake but with some cherry flavoring. You’ll like it.” Felix smiled.

You watched as Felix put one of each on a small plate, following his lead to help him out. Vernon, Jeonghan, and Kai noticed and decided to help out too. They took the finished ones and placed them on the tables. Within ten minutes, everyone was called back for dessert.

You took a tentative bite of each one, liking them all. Your plate was empty soon after and you washed them down with a glass of milk. Everyone else was having water, coffee, or wine with theirs, but you felt three flutes of champagne was enough. Especially when you already felt a little fuzzy.

After dessert, everyone hung out. Music was playing in the basement and some of the guests were down there listening and drinking. Others were upstairs chatting with each other. DK found you, of course, and dragged you downstairs. You hadn’t really danced before so he taught you a few basic moves.

You impressed the onlookers with how quickly you picked up the moves. Changbin and Hyunjin joined in, Minghao recording the whole thing. You were laughing and having so much fun - the most fun you ever had.

Eventually you plopped on the couch, tired from all the dancing. Jun was sitting next to you, talking in another language to Minghao.

“What are you speaking?” you ask.

“Mandarin.”

“I wanna learn.” you say.

They laughed, but eagerly spent the next ten minutes teaching you how to say a couple things like ‘Hi, nice to meet you, my name is…’.

You went around saying them to a few of the guys, making them laugh. Minho called you cute, Felix squeezing your cheeks. You said it to Hudson who responded back in mandarin.

“How do you know that?”

“I got bored and learned in my free time.” He shrugged. “I’m not fluent though.”

“I wanna speak another language.” you pout.

He laughs. “Well, practice this one. We can become fluent together.”

For a moment, things between you are silent. You observe everyone around you, Minho putting the dishes away and folding the tables back. Jungwon was helping him despite initial protests.

“Hey. Can we talk outside?” Hudson broke the silence.

“What’s wrong with right here?”

“I just… I want to talk in private.” Hudson fidgeted with his hands.

“Can it wait till everyone leaves?”

“No, it can’t.”

You look around at everyone.

“Please… it’s about mom and dad.” Hudson insisted.

You look at him, into his pleading eyes, and nod. He leads you downstairs and outside into the backyard.

“Okay. What is it?”

Hudson kept walking, getting farther from the house.

“Where are you going?”

“Just want to get away from any lingering ears.” He said, looking around.

“Why? They know our parents are dead. There’s no secrets.”

Hudson didn’t say anything.

“What did you want to tell me?” you ask when he finally stops.

Hudson chewed his bottom lip, unsure how to tell you. You waited a few minutes, growing antsy just being outside.

“Okay, well if you’re not going to tell me, then I’m going to head back.” You turned to walk away, only managing a few steps.

“I know who killed them.” Hudson hurried to say.

You turned slowly.

Hudson sighed.

“You’ve known this whole time? And you didn’t tell me?” You close the distance between the two of you.

“I swore not to.” Hudson sighed. “That’s why Reed wouldn’t let me near you back at the house. He was afraid you’d ask questions…or, or I would tell.”

Your brows furrowed. Reed, why would Reed not want-

“It was him. Reed killed our parents. That’s why I want out. He’s had me trapped under his command for the past five years after he found me being raised by our neighbors.” Hudson admitted.

“Why?” you asked, your voice cracking as tears filled your eyes. “Why would he… kill them?”

“He was angry at them for sending him away. When he found out they did the same to you, he was livid I guess and finally snapped. He found them and took it out on them.” Hudson held your hands. “That’s why he wanted to keep you. He didn’t want you to learn the truth. He was even working with the judges to keep Chan locked up.”

You were angry. Angry like you’ve never been. How could he kill his own parents? You already hated him for killing Chan’s brother. But now? Now you wanted him dead. You could barely see you were so fueled with rage. You wanted to kill him. And you had all the packs here to ask for help.

You turned to head back to the house when Hudson pulled you back.

“What?”

“You can’t”

“Can’t what? He deserves to die. I’ll do it myself.”

“Y/n…”

“Let me go. You lied to me. You should have told me. You had plenty of time to.” you yelled in his face through the tears.

“I know, but y/n listen...”

“No.”

Suddenly, three consecutive booms sounded behind you. You flinched, Hudson shielding your body with his. Glass shards went everywhere, splinters of wood flying around amidst the smoke.

You turned around seeing the destruction. Fire started to blaze the upper level from the bedroom windows. Smoke everywhere, debris falling down around you.

“No!” you yell, tears falling from your eyes.

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