#otp: we're going to find newt

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What minewt fic were you reading?

The Postman Always Rings Twice. It’s so good!

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newt, slightly disheveled entering the room: sorry i'm late, I was doing things

minho, following behind and grinning smugly: i'm things

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Minewt

A+: OTPA: I love itB: It’s really cuteC: Not a bad shipD: I’m neutral on itE: I don’t really like itF: NOTPN/A: I don’t know the ship well enough

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top five headcanons: minewt!

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After Newt’s accident Minho refuses to leave his side until he wakes up, not until he know’s Newt is going to be alright. Alby and Nick keep trying to get him to go outside, to talk to someone, to eat something, but he’s so full of guilt about what happened that he can’t even begin to think about taking care of himself until Newt wakes up, because he’s know’s he’s going to be alright, he has to be.

It takes four days for Newt to wake up and when he does Minho starts to wish that it’d taken longer. Newt’s in a lot of pain and none of them know what they’re supposed to do about it - they’re not doctors, they’re just kids - and it’s horrible to watch. He’s even more reluctant to leave Newt’s side now, but he know’s he’s at least made it this far so he backs off a bit, let’s the med jacks work their magic, because god know’s Minho has no idea how to help. 

Minho didn’t think he’d ever be thankful to whoever sent them to the Glade, but when the box arrives with a new greenie five days later and a bag full of medication, he’s half tempted to send them a thank you note. It doesn’t heal Newt, his legs still broken and bruised and seemingly damaged beyond repair, but at least it helps with the pain, enough that he’s able to sleep more peacefully at least.

Minho went back to his running duties eventually and it just felt wrong without Newt by his side, but he pushed the thoughts of loneliness to one side because now he had another reason to find an exit - he needed to get Newt out of there before something bad happened again. 

Every day when he returned from the maze he’d go up to the room Newt was confined to in the homestead to tell him about his day, to keep him company. Some day’s Newt would look so happy to see him and other’s he wouldn’t even look up when he opened the door, buried under the blankets. It was those days that Minho would kick off his shoes and climb into the bed beside him, holding Newt against his chest as he shook, pretending for his sake that he couldn’t hear him crying. He’d rest his head against Newt’s hair, close his eyes tight shut and just hold him close - he didn’t know what to say to make him feel better, but even after Newt had calmed down he didn’t leave, only moving again when Alby would come and wake him up the next morning.

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Minho with four kittens, but also Minewt with four kittens am I right?

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It wasn’t long after Minho had brought the kittens home that Thomas told Newt about their existence - a visit from him was pretty inevitable. Minho knew Newt loved cats and if his apartment building didn’t have a pet ban, Thomas probably would have phoned Newt first. 

So when Newt arrives at his flat the next morning, pushes past him to get through the doorway and into the living room, Minho really isn’t the least bit surprised. 

“You know one day, you might actually be this excited about seeing me.” Newt lets out a short laugh as he plops down onto the floor of Minho’s living room, right in front of one of the kittens and carefully picks it up to put on his lap.

“I can pretend I’m really coming over to hang out with you, if that’ll make you feel better.” Minho rolls his eyes, joining Newt on the floor as he grabs one of the kittens that was making a dash for the curtains. “Have you named them yet?”

“I’m only keeping them until Thomas can find a new home for them, Newt. If I name them, i’ll become too attached.” Minho winces as the kitten he’s holding jabs their claws into his hand, causing him to almost drop it.

“That’s her way of saying she want’s a name.” 

“Dude, I’m not naming them.”

Minho soon learns that it’s going to be pretty hard looking after the kittens on his own, even if it is just for a few weeks. They need feeding a few times a day, they keep wrecking his stuff and they never leave him alone - Also he feels bad whenever he leaves them alone and can hear them scratching at the front door to follow him out.

So he does the only thing he can think of, he calls Newt for help:

“You want me to look after the kittens when you’re not in?”

“It’ll only be for a few weeks until they’ve got a new home.”

“But I can’t have them in my apartment, you know that.”

“That’s why i’m asking if you’ll move in for a while? I’ll even sleep in the sofa.”

“... Fine, but only because they’re too bloody cute to say no too.”

Newt takes him up on the offer of using the bed so Minho takes a blanket and some pillows out to the sofa. He doesn’t think it’s too bad, it’s actually pretty comfy and he falls asleep pretty quickly, until he keeps being woken up ever five minutes by one of the kittens jumping on his face.

This is not going to work.

He’s tired, so when he just goes back to his room and falls asleep beside Newt he doesn’t even think about it. Not until the next morning when he wakes up with his head on Newt’s chest - Newt’s very bare chest might he add - that he thinks about how much that was a terrible. terrible idea. 

“You know, if you wanted to cuddle, you could have just asked.” Minho quickly sits up and shuffles away from Newt, hoping he doesn’t look as embarrassed as he feels. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean too.”

“I don’t mind.”

“What?”

“We can share the bed, I don’t mind.”

After that Minho starts to become very aware of Newt around the flat, noticing little things about him that he never would have before. Like the way he hums to himself sometimes when he’s working, or how he bites his tongue when he’s nervous or stressed - small things that make him realise just how much he likes having him around. 

After owning the kittens for two weeks, Minho finally caves and lets Newt help him give them all names - because really they’re as much Newt’s cats as they are his at this point - so they name two each.

“What about Luke and Leia?”

“What is it with you and Star Wars?”

“Hey, Star Wars is great, Minho.”

“Oh whatever, Star Trek is way better.”

It takes them a while and a whole lot of arguing but they eventually settle on names for all four of the kittens. Luke, Leia, James and Lily - Most of them wee Newt’s idea.

“You’re such a nerd, you know that right?”

“Yeah but you love me anyway.” Minho know’s he’s just saying as a joke but after each passing day he can’t help but wonder if maybe he is falling in love with Newt. When Thomas inevitably phones to say the kittens have got a home he doesn’t know who he’ll be more sad to see go - them or Newt. 

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nude model/artist au for Minewt please. thanks!

Minho having gotten into university on his sports scholarship, because his family wouldn’t have been able to afford for him to go any other way. He’s determined that he’s going to find himself a job as soon as he gets there, he doesn’t even care what it is, but after getting turned down multiple times he’s starting to give up hope.He see’s a notice up on the board outside the changing rooms advertising a job and he goes to have a look, eyes widening a little when he see’s it’s for nude modeling for one of the art courses life drawing classes starting the next day.He’s not exactly shy and it actually pays pretty well so he makes a note of the room number and heads there straight away to talk to the course leader. Turns out their last model had dropped out and they were running out of time to find a new one so they hired him on the spot.He was so excited about the fact that he’d finally gotten a job that he didn’t stop to think about what that meant until he reached his dorm room.

The dorm room he shared with Newt.Newt who he was already starting to have feelings for. Newt who was taking an art course.Newt who had life drawing class tomorrow. 

God, he was so fucked

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I SAW THE TAGS YOU HAD FOR YHAT MINEWT AESTHRTIC I MADE AND IM SCREAMING THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING OH MY HOSH

I’m kind of in love with the whole minewt camping au idea now, with both of them figuring out what’s going on at some point and deciding to mess with the rest of them with it like:

Minho and Newt playing cards in their tent the day after they’d slept in the hammock because it had been raining earlier that day - something which had long since stopped but they were enjoying themselves too much to leave the tent just yetMinho being hilariously bad at snap, so much so that Newt just can’t stop laughing when Minho throws his cards down in frustration for what felt like the 50th time. Minho shoved at Newt’s shoulder to get him to shut up, only succeeding in knocking Newt over and causing him to fall on his back, his head sticking out of their partially open tent doorWhich is how Newt finds out that Thomas was crouched right outside their tent listening in - a shocked look on his face when Newt appears through the tent before he flashes him a grin, running off to the other side of their camp, leaving Newt utterly confusedWhen he sits back up again Minho’s reshuffled the cards - a determined look on his face - “I’m beating you this time, I swear to god.” And when Newt doesn’t reply right away he looks up at him. “Everything okay?”“Thomas was listening in on our conversation…” “He’s been doing that a lot lately.”“What?”“You hadn’t noticed?”“Does it look like i’d noticed, Minho?”“Alright, no need to get snappy.” “What the bloody hell does he think he’s doing anyway?”“They’re trying to get us together.” And Newt chokes on air, snapping his gaze back up to Minho. “What? What makes you think that?” Minho shrugged, picking up his deck of cards. “Heard Brenda and Teresa talking about it a few days ago.”“And you didn’t think to mention this to me?”“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable… I know you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine.”“But you… You…” “Kind of have a massive crush on you, I thought you knew?” Newt shakes his head, Minho frowning in confusion. “Oh… Well, surprise? I promise I won’t make it weird, Thomas’ll back off soon enough, just ign-” and then Newt’s closed the space between them and kisses Minho, cutting off whatever it was he was about to say. And Minho’s completely in shock because he had no idea Newt felt the same way, but he soon got his thoughts together and kissed him back, only for Newt to pull away a few seconds later. “You know we need to get them back for this right? We need to come up with some sort of plan t-” Then it was Minho’s turn to shut Newt up with a kiss. “Later. We’ll do that later.”

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Oh my gosh I love your tags on that minewt aesthetic!! I need someone (*cough* you *cough*) to write that now

If I didn’t already have a tone of things I needed to write (like my newmas big bang fic and my other multi-chapter thing) I would most definitely do it, but I just don’t have the time at the minute. I’m glad you liked it though, so have some more ideas for minewt camping au that I might write at some point in the future:

The group knowing that Minho and Newt have feelings for each other, but that they’re both so oblivious about the other’s feeling the same way that they decide the camping trip is the perfect time to try and get them to realise each others feelings

Each of them bring their own one man tent, so Thomas “accidentally” leaves Newt’s behind, knowing that Minho will offer to share his - Newt was worried about the close confinement of the tent, spent the first night trying to sleep as close to the edge of the tent as possible, but by morning Minho had moved to lay on his stomach right in the middle of the tent, with Newt using his shoulder as a pillow

Anytime they go to sit around the fire, the others will make sure the only space left for the two of them is sat together on the smallest log so that Newt is practically sat on Minho’s lap - Minho was very aware of the contact, could feel Newt shivering by his side as the fire started to die out, getting up to bring out the thin blanket from their tent to wrap around Newt’s shoulders

Thomas and Teresa bailing out on the walk up to the lake last minute, the others catching on soon enough and leaving just Minho and Newt going - Newt is completely oblivious as to what’s going on since he just really wants to go down to the lake, but Minho’s starting to catch on, shooting them all an annoyed look, Thomas and Teresa just waving happily at them as they go

Brenda calling Thomas over to help her with something, leaving Newt and Minho to set up the hammock on their own. Newt pulling Minho down to lay on the hammock once they’re done, the shift in weight causing Newt to roll over so that he’s half laying on Minho’s chest. After a few seconds of awkward pause between the two of them Newt just decides fuck it and relaxes, resting his head against Minho as they looked up at the stars, smiling to himself as Minho’s arm came to wrap around his waist.

Minho pointing out the different constellations of stars once it got dark enough, telling him different stories about them and sighing contentedly when he noticed Newt had fallen asleep. He didn’t know whether he should move them, knew it would probably start to get pretty cold soon, but he also knew he didn’t want to wake Newt up just yet so he closed his eyes, decided to stay where they were, just for a while

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Minewt for the Halloween thing!

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Chooses the pumpkin: Minho loves Halloween, it’s his favourite holiday, so when he found out there was a place not far from them where you could go and pick your own pumpkin straight from the ground he just had to go, dragging Newt along with him. They decided to make a game out of it and split up, searching to see who could find the biggest pumpkin. Newt won, much to Minho’s annoyance.

Carves the pumpkin: Minho regretted buying such a big pumpkin when the task of carving it came around, because as much fun as it is at the start, scooping out the insides just gets a little gross after a while. He wouldn’t have asked Newt if he wanted to help if he’d known they’d end up in a pumpkin guts war, throwing the insides at each other from across the table in their garden (Newt had insisted that if they were going to carve such a big pumpkin then they really needed to do it outside). By the time they’d actually finished carving the pumpkin, they were both covered in pumpkin seeds and bits of orange slime, but at least their pumpkin looked badass.

Gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: Newt hadn’t wanted to go to the haunted house, not because he was scared of going exactly, but just because he didn’t exactly see the appeal of wanting to be scared. Minho convinced him to go eventually though, Newt clinging to his side the whole way through, claiming it was because he didn’t want to get lost - not that Minho minded. It didn’t take him long before he got them both banned from the haunted house though for punching one of the actors in the face. He hadn’t meant to do it, but when someone jumped out at him in the dark, wielding what - in his defence - looked like a very believable chainsaw, the instinct to defend himself and Newt kicked in and his first thought was to attack. The actor had been pissed to say the least but Newt just couldn’t stop laughing, any fear he’d had before completely gone as he watched the exchange between the now bleeding actor and Minho, who looked like he was trying not to laugh himself. 

Matching costume idea: Newt may not like haunted houses, but Halloween parties were - in his opinion - the best parties there were, so naturally he got really into the costumes. Minho didn’t really mind what they went as, so long as it wasn’t a couples costume, something he absolutely hated for reasons even he didn’t understand. After weeks of pestering from Newt he finally caved though, saying they could go as a matching theme, but not something that was too couple-y. He’d never have agreed to go as the Winter Soldier to Newt’s Captain America if he’d known people liked them as a couple, but at least he looked awesome. 

Makes a cozy bed-fort to cuddle in: Minho came home one fay to find that all the sofas in their living room had been moved around, the blanket from their bed draped across the top and every pillow they owned spread out across the floor. He was slightly worried that maybe someone had broken in and messed with their stuff, but as he went into the living room and lifted up the front of one of the blankets he let out a sigh of relief. Newt was sat in the middle of the fort, a fluffy blanket round his shoulders, a mug of tea in his hands, the cat spread out across his lap watching crappy Halloween films on his laptop. After making a hot chocolate for himself Minho came and joined him. They didn’t put the living room back together until after Christmas. 

Steal’s the other’s candy: Minho, being the health nut that he is, likes to spread his out over the year so that he doesn’t just eat it all at once like Newt does. Newt doesn’t understand it, it’s not like eating all his Halloween sweets in one go is going to kill him, so it’s not like anyone could actually blame him when he stole some of Minho’s once his own pile had ran out. Minho either doesn’t notice or he doesn’t care all that much, but he never mentions it so Newt decides it’s okay not to feel even a little bit bad.

Accidentally gets lost in a corn maze: Minho likes to think he has a brilliant sense of direction, which he does, when he’s actually paying attention to where he’s going. Getting to the center of the corn maze was easy enough, only taking them half an hour, but getting out was the problem. He’d been so determined to get to the middle of the maze before Thomas and Teresa that, in his haste, he hadn’t really been paying attention to where he was going and he took a wrong turn leading them back out again that they ended up getting them completely and utterly lost. It took them two hours to get out of the maze. Newt was not amused. 

Tells spooky stories to scare the other: Minho comes up with the best scary stories, it was something he liked doing whenever the whole group was together. When they were younger and everyone was staying over at someones house, Newt would end up moving his sleeping bag so that he was laying right next to Minho on the floor, because he’d be too scared to sleep on his own. Even now that they were older Newt would tend to sleep much closer to him, pressed up against his side - not that Minho minded in the slightest. 

Collects cool-looking leaves: Newt’s leaf collection is rad as fuck and no one can convince him otherwise. He has a book full of pressed leaves, all different shapes, sizes and colour. He’s not sure why he started doing it, it’s just something he’d always done since he was a kid and he liked it, so he didn’t think he really needed a reason anyway. Minho doesn’t understand why Newt does it, but when he makes them stop when they go out because he found a “cool leaf” he can’t help but smile at how excited about it he gets

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Minewt, Hogwarts AU where Newt's in Slytherin and Minho's in Gryffindor?

Newt gets that his house has a reputation, that people just assume from the green tie hanging around his neck that he’s automatically going to be a dick. He gets it, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He didn’t used to understand why it happened, being in Slytherin house meant that he was an ambitious person, determined to achieve his goals in life - it didn’t give him an automatic pass to being evil, like some people seemed to think. 

He didn’t think it would bother him so much if it wasn’t for Minho - The hot-headed, arrogant, stupidly attractive Gryffindor that’d had it out for him since day one. They’d met on the train to Hogwarts in their first year, Minho was a pureblood and Newt a muggleborn, so he’d had taken it upon himself to teach Newt all that he knew about the wizarding world so that he wouldn’t feel like a complete outcast. 

For reasons Newt didn’t understand, Minho had taken it as a personal insult when Newt was sorted into Slytherin and the two of them had turned from friends to rivals in the short space of a few hours. Newt had hoped in the early days that it wouldn’t last, that maybe his new friend was just messing with him, but he was now in his 6th year and Minho was still being just as much of a dick as he’d always been, which was why when they caused a scene at the Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch match Newt wasn’t at all surprised. 

Minho was a beater (a surprise to absolutely no one) along with his friend Thomas - Newt and Thomas actually got along quite well, having shared the same carriage as him and Minho that first day. He’d been trying to bridge the gap between them for years now but he wasn’t having any luck with it. Newt felt a little sorry for him, but it had been going on for so long now that Newt couldn’t remember what it felt like not to hate Minho, he didn’t think it was going away any time soon. 

“You’re staring at him again.” Newt was snapped out of his thoughts when Gally, the Slytherin keeper, spoke up besides him, an amused expression on his face. Newt turned his gaze away from the Gryffindor team, looking up to glare at Gally. 

“I’m not staring.” Gally rose his hands in mock surrender, causing Newt to roll his eyes, huffing out an annoyed sigh as he leant back up against the wall. 

“No need to get all defensive, lover-boy’s been looking at you too.” 

“Oh bloody hell, would you stop already? Minho’s an arsehole, I hate him, I’m not in love with him.” That was the problem though, Newt had been in love with Minho since their 4th year, but it was clear as day that Minho didn’t feel the same way about him, anyone could see that. Apparently anyone but Gally. 

“I have it on good authority that he likes you too.” 

“Oh yeah? And who’s authority would that be?” Newt didn’t bother trying to deny it, he knew Gally wouldn’t believe him even if he did. 

“Thomas…”

“Thomas is your good authority?” Newt huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as they made their way out into the centre of the Quidditch pitch. “Gally that boy is as dense as they come; you’ve liked him for years and he’s never even noticed, I’d hardly say he’s a good source.” Newt tried not to look too smug when Gally grumbled out something about how there’s still time, instead focusing his attention on the team across from him. 

Thomas was waving happily at the two of them, a huge smile on his face that Newt would have returned if he hadn’t been so distracted by Minho. He was leaning up against his broomstick, the sleeves of his Quidditch robes rolled up to his elbows, showing off his strong arms, a wicked smirk on his face as he saw Newt approaching. God, he was so screwed. 

“You shanks ready to get your ass’ handed to you?” Newt just rolled his eyes, not bothering with a retort as the coach came and joined them in the center to start the match, everyone mounting up to hover in formation above the field. Newt had just enough time to wink at Minho before the whistle was being blown and he shot off after the snitch, passing by Minho at such a speed that he almost knocked him off his broom - if his angry shouts was anything to go by. 

Newt loved Quidditch, the feeling of the wind in his hair, the adrenaline that came with the chase, he loved everything about it - except for the bludger. Quite often Newt would get caught up in his own little world, focusing only on the snitch and letting the rest of his team worry about everything else. Catching the snitch was his main goal, so if he lost track of where the dreaded bludger was, it really wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own - unless said bludger was being hit straight towards him a break neck speed by none other than Minho. 

He barely had anytime to react, if it wasn’t for Brenda - one of the Slytherin team chasers - yelling at him to get out of the way then he wouldn’t have even seen it coming, but even then it wasn’t enough warning. The bludger smashed straight into the side of Newt’s chest, the loud snap that ensured telling him some of his ribs were most definitely broken as he was knocked sideways off his broom, all the air being knocked out of his lungs as he tried desperately to hold on but the pain was too strong and he fell, plummeting to the ground. 

The last thing he saw before passing out was a red blur, rushing down after him and catching him just seconds before he made contact with the ground. 

By the time he came too he knew he wasn’t on the Quidditch pitch anymore; the ground was far too soft and he was warm, a noticeable medicinal scent filling the room. As Newt slowly blinked his eyes opened he realised his was in the hospital wing. He tried pushing himself up into a seating position but was hit with a sudden pain in his side, a groan escaping him as he flopped back against the pillows. 

That’s when he heard movement beside him, a chair being pushed around and then there was someone in his line of sight. Newt frowned up at them, expecting to see Gally or maybe even Thomas, but he was meant with perfectly styled jet black hair, and worried eyes that Newt had never seen directed at him before. 

“Minho?” His voice came out barely more than a whisper, his throat dry but it seemed to make Minho relax nonetheless, letting out a small sigh.

“I swear I didn’t mean for it to hit you that hard, I just wanted to put you off course a little, not almost kill you.” Newt winced as he tried to sit back up again, Minho rushing forward to help him, pilling up pillows behind his back so that he could sit up straight. 

“If that’s your idea of an apology, you might want to try a little better.” Newt broke into a coughing fit by the end of his sentence, trying to clear his throat as Minho disappeared from view. Typical, making sure he was okay and the buggering off somewhere. 

Newt was surprised to say the least when Minho came back, a glass of water in his hands as he perched on the end of Newt’s bed, handing it over to him. Newt looked at the water skeptically but he really did need it, taking the glass from Minho and sipping at the water slowly. He expected Minho to leave after that, there didn’t seem to be any reason for him to stay other than to gloat about how Gryffindor had won the game, but when he put the glass down on the table by his bead Minho was still there, nervously fiddling with his hands, looking anywhere but Newt. 

“Why are you here?” He hadn’t meant for it to sound accusatory, he was just curious. It wasn’t like they were friends, they barely even tolerated each other most of the time, but when Minho looked up he seemed hurt by the question, which just caused Newt to frown. 

“I… I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Newt figured Minho just felt guilty, knowing that the bludger had come his way because Minho was the one that hit it wasn’t exactly a surprise, he probably just felt bad that he’d caused so much unnecessary harm. 

“But why? You hate me, why do you even care?” Minho frowned then, shuffling a little closer towards him on the bed.

“I don’t hate you, Newt.” Newt scoffed at that, shaking his head. 

“You could have fooled me.” Minho sighed, scratching at the back of his neck. 

“Maybe I used to, but even then I didn’t hate you, I hated your house.” Newt didn’t understand. Minho had said some awful things to him when they were younger, had made him feel like shit just because of who he was - where he’d been sorted - it was kind of hard to believe all of that was just because Minho hated Slytherin and not him. “I know I’ve not been the nicest person to you over the years, maybe I took it a little too far.” Minho let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he looked back down at his hands. “Funny how almost killing you was what got me to finally admit to myself…”

“Admit what?” Minho had an intense look in his eyes now as he took hold of one of Newt’s hands, the other coming to rest against Newt’s cheek. He could feel his heart rate steadily increasing as Minho leant in closer, air catching in his throat when he felt Minho’s breath ghosting across his lips. 

“This.” And then Minho was kissing him - of all the ways Newt had imagined it happening it was never quite like this. He’d pictured their first kiss being rough and frantic but this was soft, gentle even, as if Minho was scared of breaking him further. 

It wasn’t long before Minho was pulling away again and as Newt’s eyes fluttered open he couldn’t help but smile at the pleased look on Minho’s face, tilting his head forward until he was resting it against Minho’s shoulder. 

“If I knew falling off my broom would get you to do that, I’d have done it months ago.” He can feel more than hear Minho laughing, his body shaking against him and it kind of hurts his side but he doesn’t want to move. Instead he links his fingers with the hand that’s holding his and let’s out a contented sigh - he knows they probably have a lot to talk about, a lot each of them have to apologise for, but right then he didn’t really care.

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Minewt?

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M I N E W T

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I’ll put my ipod on shuffle and come up with their soundtrack.

opening credits: Don’t Know Why - McFlymeeting for the first time: This - Ed Sheeranhey, i kinda like you: The Way You Make Me Feel - McFlyi’m going to kiss you now: A Night to Remember - HSM 3falling in love: Love is on the Radio - McFlyyour place or mine: Take me There - McFlynaked in bed: Sugar, We’re Going Down - Fall Out Boyfirst fight: Getting it Out - McBustedmaybe we should take a break: Sorry’s Not Good Enough - McFlyi want you back: Restart - Sam Smithwill you marry me: Walk in the Sun - McFlyfirst child: One - Ed Sheeranwe’re getting older: Home is Where the Heart is - McFlyif you die i’ll go with you: Down Goes Another One - McFlyend credits: Don’t Stop Me Now - McFly

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Minewt for the ship thing pls thank

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Who cooks: Both of them like to cook, but Minho's a lot better at it. Newt tends to get too impatient with it, so anything that takes more than half an hour Minho tends to take over onWho does the laundry and other chores: They tend to split it between them, but Minho gets more picky about the house being clean, so he'll pick up stuff he finds on the floor whereas Newt will sometimes just leave it since it doesn't bother him all that muchHow many children do they have: They had only ever planned to have one, but when they found out the baby they were adopting had an older brother they went through the process of adopting him too, not wanting to split them up if they didn't have tooWho’s more dominate: They both can be, but more often than not it's NewtFavorite nonsexual activity: They used to go running together, but Newt can't do that anymore and Newt misses it, so they sometimes go on walks insteadWhat they do on holidays: Minho really gets into the spirit of the holidays, even the really small ones, so he likes to go all out for everything. Newt used to be really surprised by it but now he just joins in, their electricity bill around Christmas goes through the roof with all of the lights they put up around the houseWhere did they first meet: Newt ended up getting into the same Uni as his best friend Thomas, but they didn’t get to share a room which Newt wasn’t too happy about at first. Minho was Thomas’ roommate so he was that one that introduced the two of them, thinking they'd get on wellAny pets: They got a dog when Newt broke his leg so that he'd have company at home when Minho was away. Minho likes to take him out running with him to keep him company, since he used to go with Newt he'd gotten used to having someone there with himWhat do they fight over: They fight a lot about really little things, like who left the lights on while they were away, or Newt leaving his clothes all over the floor in the bathroom, but never with much heat behind it. They've only ever had one major fight when Minho had asked Newt to move in with him which had ended with Minho making him leave and not talking to him for a week.Do they go on vacations, if so where: Minho insisted that they had to go and visit London at least once, because he wanted to see what the hype was about and Newt agreed, not having been back to England since he was really young. Newt had expected Minho to be all touristy but in reality it was him, making them go on all the tours and buy loads of memorabilia to take home with them. They now own an entire set of different sized plates with the Queens face on it. 

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[newtttheglue]

001 - Minewt and 002 - Frypan?

Minewt:

When I started shipping it if I did: I’ve shipped it for a while kind of low key but this week I kind of just became overwhelmed with Minewt emotions and now I ship it so muchMy thoughts: What makes me happy about them: The fact that they’re such close friends and that they look out for each other throughout the whole series, Minho slowing down so that he can run with Newt to make sure he’s okay is my favourite thing it’s adorable I just urghWhat makes me sad about them: That Minho is never going to know what happened to Newt, he’s just left thinking that he’s still out there with the rest of the Cranks, slowly going crazy, when in reality he’s lying dead on the floor somewhereThings done in fanfic that annoys me: When Minho or Newt are massive jerks, like I get that they’re both quite sarcastic but some people go too far and they just come off as really rudeThings I look for in fanfic: Any AU where Newt isn’t dead and everyone’s happyWho I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Thomas, for either of themMy happily ever after for them: Newt not getting the flare/getting cured from the flare and them in paradise together being happy Who is the big spoon/little spoon: Newt is the little spoonWhat is their favorite non-sexual activity: Just sitting together against the walls and talking about anything they can think of, thinking up things they’re going to do once they get out of the Glade

Frypan:

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: That he’d been more of a relevant character in the Death Cure. Dashner really kind of tossed him aside, he didn’t really bring much to the book and I think that was a loss, because he’s a fun characterMy OTP: I’ve never really thought about it, so I have no ideaMy cross over ship: -A headcanon fact: -How I feel about this character: I like Frypan, I think he’s a fun character and he came off really well in the filmsAll the people I ship romantically with this character: I can’t say i’ve ever really thought about it, so I don’t knowMy non-romantic OTP for this character: Frypan and Gally as friends would be funMy unpopular opinion about this character: Well like I said, he was kind of relevant in the Death Cure but also in the Scorch Trials, I don’t know if that’s just me though

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[newtttheglue]

“This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together andyou’re deathly afraid of flying”  minewt au

"You said you'd booked our seats together!"

"I'm sorry, I thought I had!" Minho grabbed the tickets out of Thomas’ hands where he was staring at them in confusion, waving them in front of his friends face.

“We’re on opposite sides of the plane, Thomas!” Minho exclaimed, he knew he was shouting since the people around them were starting to stare, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care. Thomas just shrugged, giving him a weak smile. Minho groaned, slumping down into the hard seats in the waiting area outside their gate, burying his face in his hands.

Thomas picked up the tickets from where Minho had dropped them, sitting down in the seat next to him. "I swear I booked them together."

"Well you obviously didn't.” He snapped, he regretted it as soon as he watched Thomas' face fall, slumping down a bit in his seat. Minho sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I’m sorry, it’s just… You know I hate flying."

Thomas had been the one to convince him to go on the plane in the first place. They were flying home during their summer break from university, Minho had wanted to drive home but Thomas had insisted that they took a plane, since driving would have taken them all day. Now that Minho knew he was going to be sitting by himself, he was really starting to regret ever listening to him.  

"I'll go talk to him about it.” Minho frowned as he was pulled out of his thoughts, looking over at Thomas.

“Talk to who?” Thomas gestured to the boarding desk on the other side of the room, there was a man around their age stood behind a small desk, frowning down at the computer screen. Minho glanced over at Thomas, he was watching the guy with a small smile spread across his face.

"What makes you think they'll listen to you? That guy looks kind of intimidating."

"It's like you don't know me at all." Minho rolled his eyes as Thomas got up from his seat, dragging Minho along behind him as he made his way over to the desk. Thomas dropped his hold on Minho’s arm as he reaching the desk, leaning his arms against the top, a smile spread across his face.

“Hi, I was just-” The man behind the desk didn’t even look up as he cut Thomas off, continuing whatever it was he was doing on the computer.

“Boarding doesn’t start for ten minutes yet, you’re not getting on early.” Minho watched as Thomas’ smile faltered slightly, but he pressed on regardless, leaning forward slightly so he was closer to the man.

“That’s not what I wanted.” The man sighed, turning away from the computer to look at him, his eyes instantly flicked across Thomas’ face. He stood up a little straighter, his attention gone from the computer completely.

“Well what did you want then?” Thomas smiled, realising he now had the guys attention.

“I was hoping that you could possibly change my seat?” The guys face dropped once he realised Thomas wanted something from him.

“I can’t do that.” Thomas reached forward, placing his hand on the guys arm. He glanced down at the name tag he was wearing quickly then back up at him.

“Gally – Can I call you Gally?” The guy – Gally – had gone back to glaring at him now, his eyes flicking down to the hand on his arm and then back to Thomas, eyebrows raised. Thomas took the hint and moved his hand, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Right, you see, my friend here.” He gestured over at Minho, who lifted his hand in a small wave, Gally didn’t even bother looking at him. “He’s scared of flying and I thought I’d booked our seats together so I was wondering-”

“I can’t move your seats, he’s just going to have to deal with it.” Gally cut him off again, turning back to finish his work on the computer. Thomas glared at him as he pushed away from the desk, going back to their seats. Minho followed, sagging back down into his seat, trying to prepare himself for the inevitability of the flight.

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By the time Minho found his seat on the plane he was really starting to panic, he’d already been pushed around and the cramped conditions were in no way helping to calm him down. He had a seat in the aisle so he put his bag under the seat in front of him and sat down in the chair, rubbing his hands over his face in an attempt to calm himself down.

He jumped when he felt something press up against his leg, only to look up and realise it was someone. A someone that was reaching up for the overhead compartment above his seat, their shirt ridding up and giving Minho a perfect view of their subtly muscled abdomen. He tried not to let his disappointment show as the shut the compartment and pulled their shirt back down, he looked away quickly so that they wouldn’t notice he’d been staring.

“Sorry, can I just get past?” He looked up again when he realised he was being addressed to see the face that belonged to the body. The guy seemed to be around his age, with long blonde hair that fell across his face and a smile that lit up his whole face. It was the accent that threw him off though, he immediately recognised it but it wasn’t something he heard very often, it definitely wasn’t something he knew he liked so much.

Minho realised he was staring when the guy started to frown at him, he could feel the blush rising on his cheeks as he looked away from him, pulling his feet up onto his seat so that he could get past.

“Yeah, sorry.” The guy let out a soft laugh as he stepped through the gap Minho had left, dropping down into the seat next to him with a huff. Minho watched as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it off his face; he looked over a Minho, the smiles still on his face.

“You alright? Look a bit nervous.” Minho nodded, eyes scanning over the guys face.

“Yeah, I’m fine I just-” He jumped again when he felt someone hit him with their bag, he closed his eyes for a few seconds and let out a breath, loosening his grip on the arm rest.

“Not a big fan of flying? Or just people?”

“People are meant for the ground, not for the air.” He looked back over at the guy as he laughed, his whole face lighting up.

“I couldn’t agree more. I’m Newt by the way.”

“Minho.”

“Minho.” Newt repeated, Minho couldn’t help noticing how nice it sounded coming from him. “Don’t worry about it, it’s only two hours and they barely ever crash.”

“Funnily enough, that doesn’t actually make me feel that much better.” Newt shrugged, reaching over the put his hand on top of Minho’s where he was gripping the arm rest. Minho looked down at their hands in surprise, Newt seemed to take that as a bad thing and moved to pull his hand away.

“Sorry, I thought it might help.” Minho reached out for his hand again before he had chance to move to far away.

“It does help.” He assured him, squeezing his hand gently.  “Thank you.” Newt smiled at him, linking their fingers together, resting them back on the arm rest.

As the captain announced over the speakers that they’d be leaving soon Minho closed his eyes, leaning back against his seat. He focused on the feel of Newt’s hand in his and thought, maybe just this time, flying wouldn’t be so bad.