#maze's drabbles

[kareofbears]

"You know," Thomas starts, putting the flowers down on the sand as he rolls his sleeves up. "How you yelled at me, back in the Glade, because I wasn't helping out?"

A breeze ruffles his hair, longer than it was a year ago, and the tang of salt doesn't register anymore. "I know, I know. You technically didn't yell. To be fair, I was new, and it's not like I had someone showing me the ropes."

He kneels on the ground, in front of where the tombstone stood. This wasn't the boulder that Vince had set up in the beginning of Safe Haven's existence--this was smaller, flatter, bordering on where the sand meets the dirt. "Now, I feel like all I'm doing with these kids is showing the ropes."

Busying himself with rearranging the flowers, he rubs his thumb on a golden petal idly. "They're doing fine. Between me and the others, things are getting done. Maybe not as efficiently if you were here, but we're trying." He pauses. "I'm trying."

Thomas' voice doesn't shake, not anymore. How can it? It's just him and Newt. His voice never shakes with Newt.

Waves crash somewhere behind him. A bird chirps, its tune lively and bright. The world continues to spin, and it's a long moment before he speaks again.

"I'm throwing myself into work, Newt." His gaze tilts skywards. "I'm working, aren't I? I build homes, I teach, I train the others. There's food, so much of it, enough for years and for anyone who wants to start a family. Last night, I woke up because people were laughing so loud near my bed--laughing. I couldn't even get mad."

Careful not to mess up the floral arrangement, Thomas leans forward slowly until his forehead is pressed right up against the slab, stone cool to the touch. "How busy?" he wonders. "How busy do I need to be until this gets better? How much more do I need to do before it starts to get better? How much more do I need to give?"

When he doesn't get an answer, Thomas lets his eyes slip close. "I'm busy, Newt. I'm busy, and I'm trying, and I'm so fucking sad."

Eventually, Thomas raises his head. He presses his lips to the top of the tombstone, smiling wryly to himself. "At least I can actually reach the top of your head like this, right?"

He gets on his feet, brushing the sand off of his pants, feeling the sun beat relentlessly down on his skin. "Tomorrow, then. Maybe it'll get better tomorrow."

[juliannatrevizo]

Gally - Maze Runner Imagine

1.1K words.

"It's a girl.." A chorus of panicked voices began to speak over each other. A few sounded like they were shushing others but it didn't seem to work.

"Hey, what's in her hand?" A voice piped up, surprisingly louder than the others. A feather light touch was felt on her palm, but she was unable to react.

"She's the last one ever.." A boy read out loud. Multiple voices began talking over one another yet again at his statement.

"Clint, Jeff, take her to your station and get her a bed."

"Got it."

As the girl's consciousness slowly began surfacing, she felt a warm compression placed on her forehead.

Where am I...?

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her face lightly scrunches up as she squints against the bright light seeping in through the dusty slats of the med hut she was in. A young male suddenly peeks over her with a cloth, making her shove him away as she jolted up.

"Stay the hell away!" She demanded, her voice wavering from being unused. Her slightly widened eyes glanced around her surroundings in panic.

"Woah, calm down!" The kid tried to reassure her, his hands held out in front of him in a way to try and calm her down before he angled his head towards the opening of the hut, his voice ringing out as his gaze never strayed from her. "Gally! Get over here!"

"Where am I?" Her breathing began to get ragged and uneven while subtly making her way towards the opening with clenched fists. A few tense, silent moments pass as the kid didn't answer.

"Answer me dammit!" She shouted. The kids eyes were wide with uncertainty and slight fear just before another guy had burst into the room, glancing at the guy before looking at her.

"You need to calm down, now." He said gruffly, his hardened expression held authority as he spoke.

"No, you need to tell me where I am and who the hell you people are." She said angrily before quickly grabbing a small, stray log near the corner she was standing at. She gripped the small log tightly as she glared at the two of them.

It wasn't the best choice of a weapon but she'll be damned if she didn't fight her way out of here without one.

"Okay, okay. This is Clint, he's been looking after you, and I'm Gally." The guy said with his hands raised slightly. "Now drop the wood and calm down."

She didn't respond right away, instead continuing her glare as she registered his words. Her eyes glanced between the two of them while slightly adjusting her grip on the makeshift weapon.

"Drop it, now!" Gally suddenly shouted while taking a threatening step towards her. She immediately swung the log at him, but he was quick to dodge it before ripping it out of her hands.

"I told you to calm down." Gally grumbled angrily, taking another step towards her. "Look, I didn't want it to come this far."

Gally's hand reaches out to grasp her arm but she harshly slaps his hand away before he could touch her. He tried once more with an angry sneer but she reached before her mind could even register what she was doing. Her hand clenched into a tight first before throwing a hard punch to his jaw, making him stumble back in pain.

Her eyes widened as his gaze snaps to her, his eyes dark with fury as his face lightly scrunched up. A red splotch had already begun forming where her first made contact on his skin. She suddenly bolted out of the hut, his hands barely missing her shirt.

"Don't touch me!" She spat angrily while pushing herself to run faster as his heavy footsteps were right behind her. His arms suddenly circled around her upper body, holding her biceps against her ribs. She jabbed her elbow in his stomach, making him grunt in pain.

"Stop struggling and just calm down!" Gally strained to speak as he tried to keep her from wriggling out of his grip. The chaotic scene had caught the attention of the other boys.

She digs her fingers into his arms while twisting her body to the side a bit, hooking her leg behind his knee before thrusting herself forward and pulling his arm along with the force. Gally sprung forward, landing onto his side with a loud groan. She slowly backed away from him with a defensive stance as everyone began nearing the two of them, watching with cautious eyes.

Her fists clench together from the fear that bubbled up in the pit of her stomach, slowly creeping up her spine as she watched a few people help Gally to his feet.

"Shit, shit, shit." She repeatedly muttered under her breath as they began surrounding her. She whips her head around, her eyes quickly glancing around in hopes of finding any sort of way out. Just then, two guys came jogging out from between huge ivy covered walls before making their way over to the group.

"Greenie.. Can you please just calm down? I promise no one here is going to hurt you." A blonde headed boy spoke from behind her. Her eyes watched him closely as she tried to keep her composure.

Her breath quietly hitches as a loud rumbling starts up in the distance, emitting from the two concrete walls that slowly began closing shut. "Wh- Where am I?"

She glanced around the group of surrounding males before looking back towards the walls. A few of the boys turn towards the closing maze then back to her with a slight shake of her head. An idea suddenly popped into her mind as she noticed she still had a bit of time to make it before the large concrete walls were fully closed.

"Don't even think about it greenie." Her heart dropped to her stomach as the walls slammed shut. Her hope immediately vanishes as angry tears begin brimming her eyes but she quickly blinks them away before anyone could notice.

"well damn." She mumbled to herself before sighing in defeat, while relaxing her tense shoulders and unclenching her fists. A few of the surrounding boys let out a breath they were holding before walking away when a darker boy gave them a curt nod.

"Look, I know you're scared. We all are when we wake up in the box." Her face hardens at his words before glancing around at the remaining people standing there, her eyes landing on the one she punched.

She took a deep breath, regaining her composure and gathering her pride before making her way over towards him. She watched as he tensed up, his arms falling to his sides with clenched fists.

"I reacted badly in that situation, but I am not sorry for hurting you." She held her head up high while stretching her hand out to him. "I'll make a truce though."

Gally watched her for a few moments, his gaze falling to her outstretched hand before clasping his hand with hers.

"That's gonna be a nasty bruise." She chuckled jokingly while gesturing towards the red splotch on his jaw. Gally simply shook his head with a small smile before walking away with the others.

"Alright greenie, let's give you a proper tour shall we? My name's Alby, by the way." She only smiled in response as he began explaining about the place they call home. She subtly glanced over her shoulder to Gally, finding him already looking at her. She gives him a half smile, to which he responds with the same action.

"Hey, attention back to the tour greenie. You'll be able to socialize later, okay?" Alby chuckled after noticing her attention had been elsewhere, playfully snapping his fingers at her.

"Sorry." She crossed her arms over her chest with an embarrassed smile while giving Alby her full attention.

[ssseashell]

i wrote a stupid newtmas drabble yesterday ‼️🫂 💌

[yandereunsolved]

Imagine reader being a guide in Linked Maze. They are sort of the protector of people who end up in the maze. They're pretty shy and end up not showing themselves to most, who end up with such a terrible fate. They leave the Links little things to help along their journey, such as food, weapons, and medicine.

Only one of the Links has seen you before—Wind. It was only a brief interaction as well. You guided Wolfie to him using your abilities. Wind only saw you for a moment. You were gone in less than a blink of an eye. He still thinks he imagined it until he actually meets you for the first time. He was overwhelmed with so many emotions. He saw you as what you were for those stuck in the maze—a protector. 

He wanted to throw himself at you and cry on your shoulder. He wanted to demand answers. The first time he met the guide of this place, you didn't even exchange words. You disappeared after a few minutes. He was devastated after that. It was your first official meeting, and he didn't even get to say 'thank you' or ask any questions like, 'why did you help me?' That's when his obsession with you started. It was just an inkling of a need for safety that evolved into a desperate devotion to you.

Wolfie is your familiar at this point. He helps guide the Links through the maze and makes sure they don't end up gravely injured. He hasn't actually ever seen you. He just hears you and follows the scents that you waft into his nose. He's not suspicious of you. Your life force is positive. It reminds him of what he feels in the Triforce.

You guide the Links together and keep those awful monsters at bay. You wish you could warn them about what's to come, but you are unable to. You can only leave clues. You are the guide of the maze—the protector. Someone who was tricked into leaving the heavens by a deity who fell from them. You would tell them everything if you could, but if you did, then you'd reveal your location to the corrupted God. 

One word and it's all over. One word and the Links will fail their mission.

You wish you could tell them that something worse than Demise was plotting to take over the heavens and destroy the goddesses. Alas, you cannot. The evil deity injured you gravely. If you seek refuge in the heavens, then you leave a possible opening for the evil being to sneak in. You have learned from watching Time on his adventures.

So you watch from the shadows and guide them when you can. You don't realize how dependent they are becoming to your presence. You understand how far their yearning goes.

Four gently probes Wind for more information about your meeting with him. Wind shys away from telling him because he wants to keep you for himself. Warriors is a little jealous but keeps the two calm. 

Time knows more about you than the others. He met you once on his journey. So technically, he has met you before, but since you have been forced to take a mortal form. He hasn't seen you since you were injured and forced to look over them in the maze. Somehow, he knows you're out there. He still has that ritual for summoning you. You should've never given it to him. You don't understand how many times he has wanted to use it but ultimately decided against it. He's the Hero of Time! He's the Hero of Time... He's the Hero of Time? 

Why would someone so important, a god(dess), want him bothering them?

The rest of the Links are a bit confused about you. Your presence is enigmatic, to say the least. You are like an unspoken rule among them. All of them need to know more about you, but they refuse to cooperate with each other when they learn something new about your existence. 

The only question that really remains is: will they ever escape the maze? Or will you fail in your mission of protecting them?

Ignore the fact I went so off canon for this. comic & characters — @linked-maze

[scorchedmazes]

minally drabble bc i’m sad and i miss my boys.

tw for mentions/references of chronic pain

Gally sat up and stretched his back, which was sore from sleeping on his rickety cot all night long. Having only been in the Safe Haven for a few days, their beds hadn't been perfected yet. He still slept on a bed that reminded him of his old bed in the Glade.

Gally sighed and stretched again, trying to work the ache out of his chest. His chest ached more than usual today, though. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to work. Just as he was about to curse himself into oblivion, the hut door swung open and Minho waltzed inside, a tray in his hand. Gally sighed in relief at the sight of the shorter man as he walked over to the bedside and squatted down, setting the tray on the table.

"You groaned all night long, I knew your chest was hurting you. There's hot tea and a warm towel. Lay down." Minho said as he pushed Gally's shoulders back so he was lying down on his back. Gally rolled his eyes before he opened his arms and jerked his head at Minho to get him to lay down with him.

Minho smirked as he laid down beside Gally, his hand automatically going up to Gally's chest, right where the thick, puffy scar laid. Gally's chest had hurt ever since he woke up in the Last City, he was constantly dealing with sharp and dull pains that ran through his chest and deep into his ribs, as if his lung was haunting him.

"Min-" but Minho cut him off with a shake of his head as he grabbed Gally's hand and squeezed it. Minho knew how to massage his chest just right, he had done the same with Newt’s leg and his own muscles after running. He was the expert.

"Tell me if I push too hard." Minho said as he placed his other hand on Gally's chest and began to push and massage his chest to alleviate the pressure.

Gally let a sigh slip out of his lips as his chest had slowly begun to loosen, the pressure faded as Minho manipulated the muscles surrounding his chest. Minho sighed contently as he watched Gally close his eyes and fall back into a deep sleep.

[newtslvt]

Ooh look what we have here! Another drabble (double drabble this time).

Summary: Newt meets an awkward Barista who happens to love Star Wars just as much as he does.

For @ssseashell <3

[la-gotica-fantasma]

I think if Sonya and Harriet were vampires they'd work together, and Sonya would often get a little mad at Harriet for being messy.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.◯ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Harriet, you've got blood on your chin," Sonya murmured above the body, awkwardly bent over his torso, her hands flat against his motionless chest.

Harriet's head shot up, a few of her dreads fallen from the tie Sonya had earlier placed them in. "I do?" she asked, wiping her chin but missing the dripping blood entirely.

"Let me get it off," Sonya urged, reaching for Harriet's face.

Gently slapping Sonya's hand away, Harriet argued in a whisper, "No, I look good."

Sonya groaned, her head falling back. "I didn't say you didn't!"

"Sounded like you did," Harriet murmured, going back for more of the man's trickling blood.

"That's gluttonous," Sonya pointed out, her knees starting to ache from how she sat.

Harriet shrugged her shoulders, speaking against his skin, "Someone's jealous."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.◯ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[arlowthenacho]

*warning for drug use (sleeping pills)*

dreams are hard.

thomas understood that more than most. sleep was just another prison to escape for him--images of his friends corpses coated his subconscious in something sticky and impossible to wash out. no amount of peer-mandated therapy would ever wipe away the faces he saw every time he closed his eyes.

but everyone still seemed to love trying. thomas had gone through every available option to stop his nightmares. white noise, co-sleeping, reading, tea, even avoiding the shucking thing altogether. nothing had worked.

well, nothing but the sedatives.

brenda had found them in a box one of the adults in the haven had packed. the package was a strange mix of letters that thomas couldn't pronounce--diaza-something and valium--but they got the job done. every night before bed, thomas would pop one of each into his mouth and pass out in 5 minutes flat.

his sleep was dreamless, finally a reprieve from the hell his mind loved to make him relive. but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end--that was a lesson thomas always learned the hard way.

as his body got used to the medication, memories slowly started to filter back into his slumber.

it was innocent at first; flashes of lush green grass, the smell of sun-warmed earth, the feel of dirt under his fingernails and on his skin. thomas could practically feel the artificial sun shining on his back, the sweat beading on his brow. it was comforting in a morbid sort of way. he vaguely knew where he was and what had happened there, but he couldn't muster up the energy to care. these dreams were the only ones that didn't feel like purgatory--rather ironic, considering how they came to be there.

then people came into the mix.

a face he couldn't name smiled at him. thomas lifted his hand in a wave before he continued to wander his old home. he made it a few steps towards the east wall before another unknown glader appeared and nodded at thomas. the pattern continued for what seemed like hours until he finally made it to his destination.

the gardens were just like he remembered. they still smelled of damp soil and fresh cut grass, the wind still weaved through the leaves of each plant, the fences still creaked and groaned against the breeze.

thomas took a deep breath in and held it. he would never admit it, but the gardens were the only place he really liked in the glade. it was the only spot that felt like it belonged there.

he took another breath, a lazy grin stretching across the length of his face. god, what a nice break from the world he lived in. no grief or misery, no death or destruction, only the sound of wind whistling through the--

"oi, shuckface! get your butt over here! garden's won't bloody till themselves!"

thomas woke with a scream that could shatter glass.

he felt around the bed, a constant stream of "newt, newt, newt" leaving his lips. he fisted the sheets for another minute before dread settled over him like an icy blanket.

newt died. newt died and it was his fucking fault.

-- -- --

the next night was worse.

thomas had taken 3 pills this time, desperate to return to what he had before. brenda would definitely beat his ass for it if she found out, but thomas could deal with that. all he needed was a good-night's sleep that consisted of nothing but the black behind his eyelids.

of course, nothing ever goes his way.

it started the same as every other. trees and grass and dirt and people. a few offhand waves or nods from unspecified boys as he made his way through the small box of green.

thomas deliberately passes the gardens, not wanting a repeat of last time. instead, he glides to the kitchen and observes the lunchtime rush, lets out a chuckle at the face frypan was making.

he lingers by the tables for a while, watching the residents of the glade talk and eat.

at some point, he senses minho sit next to him. thomas smiles and lets a bit of his weight lean against his friend, who happily returns the gesture. after another moment, minho claps thomas on his shoulder and fully pulls him into his side. they both laugh as thomas lightly shoves him off, the pair just enjoying each other's presence. the moment is soon ruined when a third person joins the table.

its newt.

green veins jutting out of his pale skin, black fluid dripping out of his mouth and onto the wood in front of him. his eyes were pools of black, so dark thomas could see his reflection in them.

his breath caught painfully in his throat when newt began to speak.

"dear thomas," no. no, no, no--"please tommy, please..."

he was reciting his own last words. this couldn't be happening. it felt too real, it all felt too real--thomas couldn't live through this again, he needed out--

"i would follow you anywhere."

thomas woke up a sobbing, screaming, thrashing mess. he had somehow managed to fall of his bed in his sleep, the hardwood of the floor biting into his back. he couldn't find it in himself to care.

the grief in thomas' chest was so powerful it felt like a tangible weight. he could feel it shattering his ribs as he backed himself into a wall and sobbed himself hoarse on the ground.

-- -- --

the third night, thomas gave up on the sedatives.

he figured he would have a nightmare no matter how many pills he swallowed, so he decided to stop fighting and surrender himself to whatever his brain could conjure.

so, when the night reared its ugly head once more, thomas just face-planted into his pillows and willed sleep to take him hostage.

-- -- --

thomas opened his eyes to the sun blinding him through the gap in his window. he groaned and threw a hand over his face, attempting to shoo the light away by willpower alone.

when his efforts proved useless, he gave up and rolled over into what he thought was empty space. it was very much not.

his arm collided into a warm body.

thomas gasped, sat up so fast he nearly have himself whiplash. he heard the person chuckle, something low and gravelly with sleep. had minho snuck into his room again?

"it's just me, love, what's the matter?"

thomas felt like all the air had been punched out of him. newt was in his hut. his newt was in his hut. his newt was in his bed. what the fuck was going on?

"i--what--newt? how are you--what--" the more thomas spoke, the quicker the tears filled his waterline. his voice wobbled and shook, like one wrong move would send him off the edge. newt sat up so quickly the bed rocked.

"tommy? baby, what's wrong, talk to me," newt cupped thomas' cheeks, slowly tilting his face to look at the taller man. thomas sputtered as tears tracked down his face, finally setting the sobs he had bottled up for months free.

"i miss you so much, newt, you don't understand--" newt could barely hear thomas' voice over his bawling.

"oh, baby," newt carded a hand through thomas' hair, softly shushing him and wiping away his never-ending stream of tears. "i'm here now, shhh, im here now, love."

the two stayed like that for a long while. every time thomas would stop crying he would remember who was holding him in his arms and stroking his hair and kissing his forehead and he would start right back up again. newt was patient with him. he tried to comfort thomas the best he could, which eventually proved to be successful when the boy could finally look up at newt without bursting at the seams.

when thomas calmed down, newt guided them both to lay down on the bed. thomas carefully rested his head on newt's chest and let him continue to run his hands through his hair. newt made a pleased sound in the back of his throat and brought his other hand to rub at thomas' back.

after a while, tommy finally allowed all of the tension to drain out of his body. he was a puddle on top of newt, which the man snorted at. the lovers settled into a comfortable silence, which tommy broke with a soft statement.

"i love you, newt. i hope you know that." his whisper was so soft newt almost mistook it for a breath.

"i love you too, tommy. remember that for me, yeah?" newt punctuated his sentence with a lingering kiss on thomas' lips. it was chaste, and over far to quickly for tommy's liking, so once newt pulled away thomas craned his neck up and caught his loves lips with his again.

they stayed like that for what felt like hours, lazily cuddling and kissing on thomas' bed, not worrying about any responsibilities they might have had. at some point his eyes flutter shut, and he falls asleep with comforting hands on his skin.

when thomas wakes up, he feels tingles on his skin and a dent in his sheets.

[itsthemxze]

It’s cold outside. And damp. Rain is pattering against the windows, they can hear the wind rustling in the trees behind them, they can almost hear the waves lapping on the beach.

But he’s warm. The blankets are wrapped tight around him. And she’s here, smiling up at him.

“It’s raining.” Her voice is soft, sleep still laced in the words.

He nuzzles into her, basking in the sound of her gentle laugh. “Hmm. It never rained in the Glade.”

“Vince says it might rain a lot here.”

“Good for the plants, probably.”

Her hands trace his face. “Good for the soul.”

Then she’s slipping away from him, out of his arms and out of the bed. She stands by the door, hand extended to him, smile bright.

He follows. Slowly, but he always follows.

Standing in the doorway, their blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, he watches her leap into the rain. Bare feet splashing in the puddles, the damp grass between her toes, hair gathering droplets.

It’s beautiful, watching her move. So full of joy and so full of life after everything they went through.

He leaves behind the quilt and the warmth of their cabin.

The rain patters against his skin, the chill will reach him soon, but her hands are still warm when they hold his face. Her laugh is still bright.

It never rained in the glade.

He hopes it rains again here.

@thomesa-week day 1: Rain

A moodboard and a lil drabble!

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

In His Arms

The hammock swayed back and forth, a rocking endorsed by Thomas' leg as it hung over the side, Newt felt himself slowly slipping further.

His eyes were drooping while his head lay tucked into Thomas' chest. The hand running through his hair wasn't helping much either, soothing nails scratching across his scalp. It was as if a spell had been cast over him, urging him to finally close his eyes and fall asleep.

Most nights it would be difficult, the screeching maze too loud, but under Thomas' care and the stars above, he couldn't find it within himself to resist.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[ssseashell]

newtmas drabble, if you will

imagine this (college au):

during one of the late night drives the trio did during the weekends, thomas could be found at the back seat of minho’s car, newt on the other side by his right.

some random chill song was playing through the speakers of the car, the three inside of it vibing to it in a comfortable silence.

thomas turned to his right, glancing at his friend. newt was facing the open window, admiring the view of the dark road – only lit by the yellow glow of the streetlights.

his blonde hair partially covered his chocolate eyes, the chilly night breeze caressing his pale face.

“I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies” minho sang in the driver’s seat, “you heard the night before…”

newt faced thomas, and all the brunette could see was how sleepy the boy suddenly looked.

“I’m about to faint.” newt yawned.

“just don’t faint on me.” thomas mocked.

“oh, you bet I will.”

newt quickly shoved all the trash between them of eaten fast food to the car’s floor, and threw himself stretched out – as far as he could manage to – in the back seat.

“I practice every day to find some clever lines to say…” minho continued. newt laid his head on thomas’ lap. “...to make the meaning come true…”

“gonna take a nap, tommy, if you don’t mind.” the blonde breathed, getting comfortable.

thomas froze. that was definitely unexpected. still, he found his body softening to newt’s action. without thinking too much about it, he took off his jeans jacket, trying to not move exaggeratedly to not disturb newt, and covered the boy’s torso with it.

it was an innocent act of friendship, — covering your friend on your lap with your own jacket to warm them up — right?

his heart skipped a beat when his fingers unconsciously caressed the soft blonde hair – yes, soft, because now he could say he knew how it felt to have the golden locks under his touch.

thomas noticed he had never wondered how it felt. but then, he wanted to caress newt’s hair everyday.

“THE TIME IS RIGHT, YOUR PERFUME FILLS MY HEAD, THE STARS GET RED AND, OH, THE NIGHT’S SO BLUE…”

“minho, I swear…”

“AND THEN I GO AND SPOIL IT ALL BY SAYING SOMETHING STUPID LIKE I LOVE YOU.”

“I JUST WANT TO NAP” newt whined on his lap, eyes closed. thomas didn’t take his hand off his hair.

“fine! i’ll let you two lovebirds cuddle back there.”

“slinthead.” was all newt answered before going silent.

thomas cursed minho in his head. cursed him even more when he looked at the rearview and saw minho’s treacherous eyes looking back at him.

**

“thought you said yesterday you didn't fancy him, shank.” teased minho that same night back at their dorm.

“thought you said you would mind your own business.” thomas answered. he didn’t think much about the sudden hotness he felt climbing to his cheeks.

after that, newt could always be found wearing thomas’ jacket.

not only did thomas never protest, but he also could never take his eyes off the blonde.

and that was the time – thomas would figure out much later – he first fell in love with newt.

[saltwaterburns]

Teresa & Thomas are endgame AND I'M TIRED. OF YOU GUYS. ACTING LIKE THEY AREN'T.

[my-tmr-fic-reading-archive]

3 Times Minho Kissed Thomas by AnotherThing

3 situations in which Minho kissed Thomas.

[scorchedmazes]

FOR THE DRABBLE THINGY

103. "Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries."

Love youuuu <333

AHHH TY TY TY IM SO EXCITED OMG OK-

Gally grabbed his food from the university cafeteria line and sat down at a nearby table, waiting for Minho. As usual. The latter was still at the salad bar, grabbing his wrap.

Gally watched as Minho waltzed over to his seat, right beside of Gally. The blond wraps an arm around him, placing a gentle kiss to Minho’s temple as he takes a bite of his massive lettuce wrap.

“What classes do you have today?” Minho asked, mumbling around his straw. Gally popped a fry in his mouth before taking a sip from his own cup.

“Architecture, history, .. The usual boring stuff.” Gally took a bite of his sandwich as Minho scooted closer, laying his head on Gally’s shoulder. Gally rubbed Minho’s shoulder, feeling Minho relax against him.

“…Isn’t that my sweatshirt?” Gally asked, looking down at the hoodie Minho had on.

Minho winced, looking up at Gally with those damn puppy dog eyes that Gally ‘hates’.

“Sharing is caring.” Minho simply replied, kissing Gally. Gally huffed a laugh, returning the much needed kiss. The moment was then ruined by none other than Minho. “Now give me your fries.”

Gally could never say no to those damn puppy eyes.

[newtslvt]

Back on the drabble grind!

Summary: The Gladers had arrived at the Safe Haven for some time now but Minho notices subtle hints at something more between Newt and Thomas. Wait a minute, are they holding hands under the breakfast table?

For @vallerius <3

[arcadian-litterateur]

lina's masterlist

𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

don't be a jerk. constructive criticism is appreciated. rude comments meant to hurt me are not.

this blog is 18+ for a reason. i deal with difficult topics like mental illness, death, and sa. no smut. minors dni. blank / ageless blogs will be blocked.

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𝖒𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖟𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗

gally, minho, winston, ben, alby.

𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖑

bucky barnes, adam warlock, clint barton.

daniel sousa, jack thompson.

leopold fitz, grant ward.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘

finnick odair, peeta mellark, cato hadley.

𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖘

cassian andor, din djarin.

𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗

draco, fred, george, bill, charlie, percy, ron, harry, theo, blaise, marcus, cedric, neville.

sebastian, ominis, garreth, leander, amit, aesop.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖞𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖓

aaric, brennan, bodhi, dain, garrick, liam, ridoc, sawyer, xaden.

𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖗

azriel, cassian, eris, lucien, rhysand.

𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘

will poulter.

𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖊

see on masterlist.

𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 𝖎 𝖓𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗

tsitp, the wilds.