#the maze runner alby

[gaytistic]

Okay but the fact that Alby found Newt after his suicide attempts means that he broke the rules to go find Newt when he didn't come back in time

They were married, your honour

Also Newt and Alby both sat on the bed in the homestead when they started chatting about a plan and then the bed went to Newt when Alby went to the map room

They were going to share the bad, your honour

[crazysheeplyca]

Gally following Y/n : Y/n come back here I am trying to have a shucking serious conversation with you!

Y/n walking faster : And I am trying to avoid it !

Newt looking at them : Alby how do you you manage to have a serious and peaceful talk with them ?

Alby sipping on his drink : Bold of you to assume I'm leaving them any choice

[stubbornnly]

Meeting Chuck and Alby

My own version of the maze runner characters based off both the books and movies!

I forgot chucks backpack in the second drawing, and there’s a line on Alby shirt I completely forgot to erase that you guys can ignore.

I made this in my comic art style instead of my regular, so it’s not as detailed as I would’ve liked it- But, I think it’s cute :)

[liberumalas]

I redrew an older piece (bottom) that i havent even really finished. So there you go. Alby, Minho and Newt having a not quite pleasant lunch in the W.I.C.K.E.D. facility.

[just-a-casual-newtasaur]

Sorry about that can you make a minewt

Try

Try (Minho x Newt)

Word Count: 652 word

Warnings: kissing, hugging

Summary: Minho is worried about Newt getting infected during their venture outside of WICKED.

(Right, finally got the right one. I’ve never written minewt so bare with 😁. Btw this takes place during The Fever Code.)

Minho hurries down corridor after corridor, Alby trailing after him, still wide-eyed. he knows they shouldn’t have done it, he knows it was dangerous. he wasn’t thinking.

what that WICKED worker had said wreathed around his mind, chilling him to the bone.

why hadn’t he though about it before? why during all the times they had gone up to that roof, why hadn’t he thought?

he bursts through the door to the huge hall the boys slept in, beds line it, bunk beds with crisp white sheets and small lumps, showing the rows of sleeping figures.

he practically sprints down the rows looking for a particular one, looking for a particular lump.

Minho skids to a halt so suddenly that Alby runs right into him. he rushes towards the boy that sat on the lower bunk of the bed, looking amused.

he lets out a sigh of relief and starts examining every part of the blond boy’s body, as if tasked with memorising it.

“something wrong Minho?”

his gaze snaps upwards and his voice comes out exasperated, “of course something’s wrong. why didn’t I think of it before? I didn’t realise… I didn’t think-“

“What the bloody hell are you talking about” Newt looks concerned as he pulls the boy onto the bed beside him, who was now running his hands through his hair and looking ready to pull bits out.

“What am I talking about?” Minho knows he sounds hysterical but he is so focused on getting the point he needed to get across to the boy, he didn’t care. “I’m talking about us sneaking out, we shouldn’t have don’t it. it was stupid. we should have thought about it sooner.”

“Thought about what sooner?” Newt puts a hand on Minho’s shoulder, looking seriously confused.

“The fact that you’re not immune!” he says this so loudly, several boys raise there heads, muttering in annoyed tones.

“What about it?”

“What about it? What about it? What if you had got infected while we were out there. What if a crank had jumped us and infected you. Why didn’t I remember it before?”

“Minho, I’m not a child, I can look after myself.”

at these words, the boy seems to deflate, slumping on the bed.

“I know, but that’s not the point. I don’t think you can’t look after yourself. It’s just,” he breaths deeply, “there are probably tones of cranks out there, and no matter how many fancy weapons WICKED uses on them, you might still catch the flare.”

“Honestly, you’re worse than Tommy. stop worrying.”

“I can’t.” Minho whined, hands twisting in his lap.

“Just don’t think about it anymore.” he sighs quietly.

“I can’t“

“Try”

“I-“

“Minho”

“But-“

Newt doesn’t let him finish. he presses his lips on Minho’s, stopping his words. the dark haired boy wraps his arms around the other’s neck and his soft blond hair tickles them. the boys feels soft fingers creep down to his waist.

after a couple minutes, or maybe it’s several hours, the two break apart.

“Try, alright.”

“okay.” Minho answers quietly.

Newt smiles at him and raises his head to Alby, who was leaning on the bed and watching the two. he holds up his hands, smiling. I’ll leave the two of you to it.

he walks away still smiling and Newt’s eyes latch back onto Minho’s.

“So, are done yapping, or-“

this time it was Newt’s turn to be cut off. Minho drags them both down onto their sides, not breaking away from the boy, holding him as though he would disappear if he didn’t.

the boy knows he should have kept trying to persuade the other to be more careful, but right then, in that moment, nothing mattered but the feels of Newt’s soft lips and warm fingers on his waist.

nothing but the gentle eyes that swallowed him. nothing but the blond hair, tickling his arms. nothing but Newt.

(Hope you liked it, sorry it took a minute)

[brokenlotus]

I want to express something on here about newt from the maze runner book series.

SPOILERS FOR THE MAZE CUTTER:

As someone who's enjoyed maze runner for around two years now, and also as someone who over analyzes everything I've come to learn that a lot of the maze runner content is made to trick not only the characters but the readers.

In the movies it's made more apparent when a trick is coming up or when something is about to fool the characters. The element of surprise is saved on for deaths and such. Which is usually what happens in movies. While in the books, death is built up to, if not warranted carefully to each character. It makes the death less shocking but all the more heartbreaking. You learn to love the character the way they are in their final stages and then love them when they are gone from the series.

Which has made the maze cutter, SO difficult for me to read. I loved newt every since I first watched the maze runner, and I loved him through all the books. I came to accept his death, becauase I enjoyed seeing the plotline and the build up, The disagreement and the way James put his entire heart into writing newts descent and how horribley he'd been affected by the virus.

The maze cutter has thrown all this off the table, everything we knew about newt, everything we thought we had figured out was a lie. Not only was newt, the character, tricked but so were we. We were so caught up in the cascade of newts death that we ignored the obvious signs in the books that led to the maze cutter.

- Ava Paige following newt, keeping tabs on him. Along with Janson (death cure)

- her anticipating newts moves and sending gaurds to Keisha brothers house, newts destination, to get him to "film something" (never disclosed what this was for) (crank Palace)

- Ava had palace gaurds and people living there talking about newt. Even when he was around. (Crank Palace)

- ava requested newt not be killed, even though Thomas would supposedly never be apart of his journey again. (Crank Palace)

- his last moments Ava revealed she has tried so hard to save him but would keep studying him (crank Palace)

- Ava spend priceless resource's and time helping newt in the facility as a child. She had hundreds of immunes but was so tedious and careful with newt, for no reason. (the fever code)

So the real question is, was newt being the cure all apart of this elaborate, very well built out plan that we just didn't see. Newts death was to cover this entire elaborate scheme, we were tricked. The element of shock was not supposed to be his death but his evolvement with wicked.

And even so, what does the godhead plan on doing with newts DNA and Sadina? Do they plan to revive newt, perhaps even Sonya. Make a clone of him? ( Taking into consideration that newt was called A4 at the end of TMC when he is A5, and it was confirmed not a mistake)

Is newts sorrowful return the element of shock we never got?

[troyssix]

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[shoobie-doobie]

A collection of Maze Runner text posts (featuring Newtmas)

[ssseashell]

Keepers groupchat

[law-autumnbow]

Shuck it I'll just post everything at once

all self-made

[mssorceressupreme]

Saviour | Minho x Reader

Summary: the gladers pull a prank on you, stealing your clothes while you’re showering, leaving you stranded there with nothing at all. Minho accidentally walks in on you, and you ask him for a favour.

Warnings: mild bullying/teasing

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The hot water felt like a rare luxury, washing away the grime and exhaustion from your time in the glade. Being the newest member, or greenie, as they called you, meant that every day was a new challenge, full of unfamiliar faces and daunting tasks.

The shower was the only place where you could find a moment of peace, especially since you were the only girl.

You had just finished lathering up and rinsing off when you heard faint giggles and whispers outside. You dismissed it, assuming it was just some of the boys messing around.

But as you turned off the water and reached for your clothes from the shared clothing rack outside, panic set in. The rack was empty. Your clothes were gone.

All that was left was a tiny towel which you brought with you inside the shower. And it was barely enough to cover you.

Given that it was only boys in the glade before you arrived, there wasn’t a need for shower hooks or racks inside the shower, as most of them wandered around freely without a single care, grabbing their clothes from the shared rack outside the shower station and proceeding with their day as usual.

Your heart ached as you clutched the towel around yourself. There was no way you could step out like this. You were stuck, anxious and scared, not knowing what to do.

Minutes ticked by, and your mind was a whirl of panic and embarrassment. You were so caught up in fear that you didn’t hear the door open.

Minho opened the door, a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his well-carved and defined abs. You knew that being a runner meant that he was fit, but wow, he was truly fit.

“Ah-I’m in here—” you shouted, voice trembling. Moving to the corner of the shower to distance yourself from Minho.

Minho froze, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment as he saw you without any apparel except for the tiny towel, “Oh, uh, sorry! I didn’t think anyone was in here.” He turned around, closing the door.

“Wait—please, don’t go!” You pleaded, desperately.

Though this was your first time properly interacting with Minho, you felt that he was someone you could trust.

You saw Minho come to a halt outside from the opening beneath the shower door, his feet facing towards the door now, “You need something?” His voice curious, a hint of concern.

“Someone stole my clothes, and I can’t leave like this—please, I feel so humiliated…” you felt a lump in your throat, eyes welling up from this situation, honestly, it was a combination of emotions making you feel on the verge of tears. The feeling of being in this new unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people was petrifying.

Realisation dawned on Minho, and he frowned. On his way back from the maze, he recalled a group of gladers running around and sniggering, carrying clothes that seemed a bit too small for them. “Stay right here. I’ll handle this.”

He left the shower station and you sank to the floor. Clutching the tiny towel around you.

Moments later, you heard Minho’s voice, angry and authoritative, echoing through the compound.

“Hey! Get back here, you shanks!”

Through the small hole in the shower, you saw Minho, dripping wet, chasing after a group of gladers. His towel was barely holding on, his muscular build flexing as his ran. Despite your predicament, you couldn’t help but admire him.

“If you ever pull something like that again, I’ll have Alby put you guys in the pit! And if you’re still not careful, banished.” He was stern, no glimmer of kindness.

Though he wasn’t first or second in command, the gladers held Minho highly. His position as keeper of the runners was much respected, especially since it would be him, of all people, finding the way out for you. It was no easy job, even you knew he was someone important when Newt explained who Minho was before you even saw him.

A few minutes later, Minho knocked on the door, “Still here greenie?”

You slowly opened the door, reaching your hand out to grab your clothes from him. His face was flushed, a mix of anger and exertion, “Here,” he said, as he handed them to you. “I’m sorry about those shuckheads. It won’t happen again.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, “I really appreciate it.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “I’ll wait outside to make sure no one bothers you.”

You quickly dressed, feeling a mix of gratitude and something else you couldn’t quite identify.

When you stepped out, Minho was leaning against the wall, his eyes scanning the area protectively.

“Thank you Minho,” you said again, feeling the need to express my gratitude. The awkwardness from earlier became a foreign feeling, for some reason, it was comforting to be in his presence despite him seeing you cloth-less just now.

“It’s no problem,” he replied gently, “We look out for each other here. I’ll make sure no one messes with you again.”

You shared a moment of silence. A sweet but short gaze into those warm brown eyes of his, before he cleared his throat.

“Well uh, I better clean up before the builders hog the stalls, but catch you at dinner?” Minho smiled.

“Oh yeah right—yeah, see you at dinner!” You jogged off.

——

Dinner time arrived in a matter of moments. It was a chaotic affair with everyone crowding into the dining hall, laughing and talking loudly.

You scanned the room and spotted Minho, who waved over to with him and the other runners. Relief warned over you as you made your way through the crowd to his side.

For the first time you had someone to sit with, it felt nice to have a friend.

We barely settled into our seats when a group of boys approached our table, the same ones who had pulled the prank earlier.

“Need your boyfriend to get your clothes for you again?” One of them sneered. “Want him to serve you dinner too?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks as they laughed, their teasing hitting a sore spot. Being the only girl in the glade was hard enough without their torment.

Minho’s expression darkened, and he stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor which darted most of the attention towards him, “You better shut up before I make you,” he gritted his teeth.

He had no idea where this sudden protective instinct was coming from, especially since you barely know each other, but he felt the overwhelming urge to protect you.

The laughter stopped abruptly as the boys realised that Minho was serious. Tension crackled in the air and for a moment, it seemed like a fight was inevitable.

They stood face to face, Minho’s fist tightening as he clenched his jaw.

Just then, Alby and Newt appeared, quickly moving to pull Minho back. “Calm down, Minho.” Alby said firmly, placing a hand on his chest.

“Yeah they’re not worth it,” you added, stepping forward to calm him. You placed a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch.

Minho looked down at you, his anger slowly dissipating. He let out a frustrated sigh and allowed himself to be guided back to his seat. The boys, seeing they were outnumbered, backed off, muttering under their breaths.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly once you were seated again.

“Yeah, I just hate seeing them treat you like that. If they weren’t so lucky, they’d be banished by now.” Minho replied, his eyes smouldering with residual anger. “I just don’t want anyone hurting you.”

You held your breath, before placing your hand on his, both of you jolting slightly at the contact of your hands, it was an all too familiar touch. You smiled softly at him.

His protectiveness touched you deeply. Despite the touch exterior, there was a kindness in him that made you feel safe.

“Can I stay with you for the rest of the evening?” You asked hesitantly, “I just…I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Minho nodded, a small but assuring smile, “Of course.”

The rest of the evening, you grabbed dinner and found a quiet spot away from the others. You talked, shared stories, and slowly, a bond began to form between you.

Minho’s presence was a comfort, and the more time you spent with him, the more you realised how much you liked him. Could this friendship turn into something more? You wondered.

As the night wore on, and the glade fell silent, Minho walked you back to your hammock. “Thank you for today,” you looked up at him with an appreciative smile, you truly did not know what you would have done without him.

“Anytime greenie,” he replied, a warm smile playing on his lips, “I’ll always be here for you.”

[gaytistic]

Folks, how we feeling about "Should've Been Me" by Mitski as a Thomas x Newt / Alby x Newt parallel song?

[xnewtiebooty]

Xjfmdklskxkz Thomas NOT THE TIME

[poorgirlinpoorworld]

Boys waiting for the pole dance instructor to finish demonstrating the new move ✨

I cant unsee it sorry not sorry

[waste-land-babey]

back to our regularly scheduled programming

[madieflaw]

Alby: okay, I have a box and we’re going to put everything we love in the box

Thomas: can I put Newt in the box?

Alby: no

Minho: can I put Newt in the box?

Alby: no

Frypan: can I-

Alby: no one is putting Newt in the box!