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ja3hwa · 4 months ago

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♡ 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 | 𝐂.𝐒 ♡

【Synopsis】 : All you've ever known is to run. And now you have someone worth standing still for.

『Word count』 : 920

-> Genre: Dystopian. Ateez Lore-ish. Hint of Romance. SFW

Pairing: Freedomfighter!San x Runner!Reader

[Warnings] : Swearing. Government bullshit. Dystopian and apocalyptic themes. Hint of past love. Being in trouble by cops and what nots, hehe.

Note: I was cleaning out my drafts and found this old thing. I had written it when Guerrilla first dropped. So I decided to finish it off (kinda). idk if I'd ever make more. But who knows, maybe i will, hehe. Also love to mention no clue what past me was trying to write. So enjoy ♡♡

Networks: @blossomnet @atzhouse @wonderlandnet

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Running was something you were born to do. It was like the moment you could get your feet on the ground you ran. Skip the crawling or wobble walking towards the open arms of your parents, being so proud to see their baby take their first steps. No, you decided running the was an option you would choose the minute you were able. And this is how you ended up in this exact predicament. Running…

Running from one of the most feared governmental dick heads. You had one job, stealing some documents about the tall walls that surrounded the large city. Simple right? The person who hired you wanted to expose the truth about the government. The truth, that the apocalypse only happened because someone in a top-secret lab wasn’t careful enough. And now society needed to live in large walled cities and towns to protect themselves from the wastelands. No one knew much about the outer border, let alone what indeed was outside the safety of the walls. And that’s where your employer comes in. A man that went by left eye. Personally, you thought it was a strange name, but you aren't getting paid for judging names. You hopped over another building roof, just barely managing to shake two of the big guards that chased you. But one was still hot on your tail and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to lose him.

You leapt over another roof before sliding down a fire escape staircase. You were in a dark alley with the only lights coming from the street at the end of it. You needed a place to hide cause even though you were born to run, you really needed a rest.

“Hey In Here.” A mellow voice called from behind a metal door that happened to be hidden among the wall decore, seeming to camouflage itself. You thought for a moment. Either you keep running and potentially get caught or you risk going with the strange voice behind an even stranger door.

“I think they went this way.” You hear the two guards you lost minutes ago call out from above.

Stranger it is.

You ran to the door, quickly slipping inside before anyone could see you. The tall person who was behind the voice closed the large metal entrance, locking it with a bunch of padlocks and chains. He had a hood on to keep his face covered, but a sense of ease washed over you being around him. His presence somewhat familiar.

“Quick, this way.” He guided to down the small hall, his hand gripping your wrist so you wouldn’t lose one another in the maze of twists and turns. His palm was tough like he worked with them every day. Tattoos travelled up his arm, disappearing under the large pastel blue cloak he was wearing. He was tall, dark and mysterious, you’ll give him that.

“Okay, we should be safe here. The others are out right now, so I… I gotta lot of explaining when they get back.” His light harded chuckle made a wave of relief pour over you. His cloak slipped off his face, showing his beautiful features to you. Your breath finally escaped from your lungs, you hadn't even realised you were holding it until this very moment. His was indeed familiar, and it was only until he smiled in your direction that you figured out who he was.

“San? As in Choi San?” You gasped. His expression told you he was just as surprised as you were, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He avoided eye contact for a moment, trying to think of something to say.

“You remember me?”

“Remember you! You were—” Your heart screamed for you to say the love of my life, best friend, the only person who stuck by me when we were in the orphanage. But your brain decided it was best to avoid awkwardness since it had been over seven years since you’d last seen him. “You were my friend. Of course, I remember you."

“Well, I’m glad I kept an impression on you.” He smiled, showing a calm and cool nature. Even though his heart was about to jump out of his chest and he swears the world just became fuzzy, making it harder for him to stand. He missed you ever since those masked guards took you away to start your higher-up training. He didn’t think he’d ever see you again after that. But here you were, still the same young troublemaker. But only this time, you were even more beautiful than before, how that was possible he couldn’t describe it.

You looked around the large room seeing a poster board with photos of the government agents that were on your list to avoid. Papers riddled with notes and scribbles about information. All of this information was similar to what you had just stolen. The info you had was just a puzzle piece. It finally clicked what San had been up to all these years, making you smile with glee.

"So I didn't think the Choi San would become a freedom fighter..." You turned to look at him again.

"And I didn't think you'd become a runner." His expression matched your own, except his hid concern. Out of anything you could have become, you became a runner. Someone who gathers intel or bounty for a price. He could say he was surprised, but it still raised one question.

who did you work for?

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petrichor-idyllic · 2 years ago

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MINHO

MASTERLIST

CONTENT WARNINGS IN GREEN

NO SMUT OR EXPLICIT CONTENT

○ FLUFF | □ SPICE | ● ANGST |• HEADCANONS

◇ FEM! READER | ☆ GN! READER | 《》 MASC! READER

□ LONGING FROM AFAR ◇

↳ Minho has always been cocky and self-assured. That is until a girl arrives in the Glade. A girl he's had some interesting dreams about.

Contains suggestive content and spice.

• SOME HEADCANONS ◇

↳ Just some headcanons about our favourite Runner.

Contains suggestive content and spice.

□ FIRECRACKER ◇

↳ Minho finally agrees to teach you how to fight after weeks of pestering him. Though, things take an unexpected turn.

Contains suggestive content and spice.

○ SAFE PLACE ◇

↳ After you narrowly escape the vicious actions of another Glader who couldn't take no for an answer, you find refuge in Minho's hut - and his arms.

Contains references to sexual assault but there's nothing explicit.

○ UNDER THE INFLUENCE ◇

↳ After the Greenie Day celebrations leave you a little bit intoxicated, Minho takes care of you and keeps you safe.

○ HIDE AND SEEK ◇

↳ You're training to be a Runner and, as the Keeper, Minho is made to look after you. Though, things take a dramatic turn as Minho is forced to save your life.

□ LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER ◇

↳ Somehow, you end up giving your best friend a massage. Things go about as well as expected.

Basically the start of a bad porn scenario.

□ INAPPROPRIATE WORKPLACE BEHAVIOUR ◇

↳ You miss out on the Bonfire to stay to help Minho with the Maps. Unfortunately, he's a little distracted.

Contains suggestive content and spice.

□ AFTER THE CALM ◇

↳ Joining the group from the scorch, the Gladers take a blow after losing Newt to the Crank Palace. So, you help cheer Minho up.

Book-based fic. Contains suggestive content and spice.

□ BEYOND THE OTHER SIDE ◇

↳ Despite your feelings for one another, you and Minho have decided it's best to stay friends. But, after you nearly lose him to the clutches of the Maze, and he says some choice words to Gally - you decide enough is enough.

Book based fic. Some suggestive themes.

● ALL YOU HAVE ◇

↳ Minho has always had you by his side. He doesn't know how he'd cope without you. Well, now he might have to learn how.

Bro, you die. Rip.

WARMTH IN COLD PLACES ◇ ➤

○ PART 1 | □ PART 2

↳ You are an undercover agent for The Right Arm working behind enemy lines in WCKD's headquarters. Your simple intel gig ends up being the least of your problems as you're suddenly put on the front lines of a rescue mission. It doesn't help that the boy you're pretending to keep prisoner is pretty cute.

□ BEHAVE ◇

↳ You're obsessed with your boyfriend. It's just so hard to keep your hands off of him - even when he's working.

Contains suggestive content and spice.

□ MIRAGE OF THE PAST ◇

↳ Despite never seeing Minho before, you swear you recognise him. That's why you're always staring. Well, and the man is fine. Now in your place of refuge, the Safe Haven provides you with a home, and a new sense of freedom. A bit of flirting can't hurt, right?

Contains suggestive content and spice.

○ IT TAKES TIME ◇

↳ You were immediately attracted to Minho when you met him in the Scorch. Now, after six months and many losses, you're reunited.

○ STAY CLOSE 《》

↳ Your dream of becoming a Runner is crushed time and time again. But that doesn't stop you from running out into the Maze to help Minho and Alby. Though, that doesn't mean you're the only one willing to risk your life to protect those you care about.

□ FRIENDLY COMPETITION ◇

↳ A friendly game of capture the flag turns heated thanks to yours and Minho's competitive spirit.

Contains suggestive content and spice.

○ SOFT AT HEART ◇

↳ Soft, sweet and caring; you're the mother of the Glade.

○ BLIND EYE ◇

↳ Minho has a crush on you. You're oblivious. He's losing his mind.

○ DECEPTION IN LIBERATION ◇

↳ You're from Group B. Meeting someone in the middle of a prison break is one hell of an introduction.

□ HIGH SCHOOL NOT-SO-SWEET-HEARTS ◇

↳ High school AU. Minho is popular and sporty. You're quiet and smart. It's a stereotypical high-school romance, except Minho is the one tripping over himself for you. And, well, you don't believe him.

Contains suggestive content and spice. Minho won't accept your rejection.

○ HOW TO WINGMAN (POORLY) ☆

↳ Everyone in the Glade is sick of watching you and Minho dance around your feelings for each other. So, they decide to do something about it. Well, they attempt to, at least.

○ DIE FOR YOU ☆

↳ Song fic based off of "Die for You" by The Weekend.

ON YOUR OWN ◇ ➤

○ PART 1 | ○ PART 2 | ○ PART 3

↳ You were put in a Maze all on your own, with nothing but your dog. The isolation is one thing, but what'll happen when you finally escape?

○ SOLIDARITY ◇

↳ Minho is used to being the tough guy; but he doesn't know how to react when he meets someone tougher than him.

○ LIFE BEFORE DROWNING ◇

↳ You're from one of the many alternative Mazes - and yours happened to be full of water. Though, you only realise how weird your Maze was when you reach the Safe Haven, and meet a certain Runner, who feels weirdly familiar.

○ SAVIOR COMPLEX ◇

↳ You're a new Runner, and a disobedient one. So, when you get stung, Minho is left to play saviour. And doctor. Though, as he looks after you, he starts to think you might not be so bad.

○ IN ADVANCE OF GREIF ◇

↳ Getting bitten by a crank is never fun. But, you're from a Maze, so, you'll be fine... right?

□ EXPOSURE ◇

↳ In an attempt to comfort Chuck, you confess an embarrassing secret about something you did back when you were crushing on Minho and before you started dating. Unfortunately, your boyfriend isn't as heavy of a sleeper as you originally thought.

Contains mild suggestive content and spice.

□ SPARKS ◇

↳ Now in the Safe Haven, the sexual tension between you and Minho has turned into a twisted game of restraint. Though, it's hard not to break when you finally catch a glimpse of Minho's lightning scars.

Contains suggestive themes and spice.

□ BEST FEATURE ☆

↳ You can't stop staring at Minho's arms.

Contains suggestive content and spice.

• INDOCTRINATION ☆

↳ The first time you ever met Minho in the WICKED facility, and the corrupt childhood you briefly spent together before things take a wrong turn.

#🌿 petri's masterlist #tmr fanfiction #tmr imagines #tmr minho #minho the maze runner #minho tmr #minho maze runner #minho tmr x reader #the maze runner

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thecapybara526 · 1 year ago

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Series : The Mazer Runner

Pairing : Newt x reader

Note: I've had this idea in my head for a bit and when I saw a maze runner tiktok with this song, I had to incorporate it someone how. I think it explains the core three so well. please enjoy! Also please listen to “Solider, Poet, King” by Reno Loves you! I’ll tell you when!

Summary: The creators send a box with a greanie every month but this month a box with a guitar and music sheets come in. Y/n somehow knows how to play and read music. A special bonfire will be held after Newt hears Y/n sing and play. At the bonfire Newt gets super jealous when one of the boys decides to dance with you especially since he’s been pinning over you since you arrived. Lots of Minho meddling to get you two together.

Themes: angst, Jealousy, fluff, pinning,

You were running down the last straight away of the maze with Minho. You smiled to see some of your fellow gladers waiting for you to arrive. Particularly one…but you knew he'd be there, I mean he always is.

Your lungs burned and your legs ached, running the maze was tough but there was something about being out there that felt right to you. Especially with one of your closest friends Minho, you knew nothing would happen to you and you wouldn't let anything happen to him.

“Why does It have to be so hot today” Minho moaned as the two arrived at the doors of the maze that were starting to close.

“Minho baby, it’s always hot.” You laughed starting to slow down.

“Yea..well today more than usual.” He winked at you and you shoved him. You and Minho always flirted but it was never serious. After countless hours in the maze together you had both shared your most inner thoughts and more importantly your feelings for a certain second in command.

You had never outright said it but Minho figured it out. The way you got a bit nervous when he was around, how you unconsciously looked around for him when he wasn't around. Not only that but when you weren't running the maze with Minho you were with him.

Newt was there at the maze doors, he always is. He always just brushes it off that as second in command he should make sure the runners come back and conveniently everytime he makes his rounds of the glade is when the runners come back.

Newt knew the real reason he was there though, you. Since the moment you came up in the box and looked at him with those y/e/c eyes, he was a goner. He knew he'd protect you, and be whatever you needed, even if he wanted to be more than friends. He couldn't risk it though, he couldn't risk losing you or making things awkward.

You were his best mate, together you had formed an unbreakable bond. You could tell each other everything, well minus your feelings for each other. You were the person he wanted to see when he was sad, when he needed comfort, and just all the time in general. When you were together you made him feel as if he could stay in the maze forever as long as he had you by his side.

Minho’s comment made Newt’s stomach turn, he watched as you shoved Minho, and he couldn't help but feel a pinch of jealousy. You never flirted with him, then again he wasn’t sure if he did. Although the first time he called you love it was an accident and after he realized it had made you blush he kept saying it.

“How was the maze today love” he said trying to drag your attention away from Minho.

You looked up to see Newt looking at you, you smiled softly, love, you loved when he said that to you.

“Uh, you know the usual. Ran around, gathered some info.” you placed your hands on your hips still catching your breath.

“Fantastic, well I’m going to continue my rou-”

Newt was cut off by the sound of the box coming up. You all looked at each other and started to walk over. A new grennie was coming up.

You had been in the glade for over a year now, at first it was frightening. Waking up, breathing hard having no idea where you were. The sun blinding you and it was so hot your skin was already slick with sweat. The scariest part wasn't that you couldn't remember anything but the amount of boys staring down at you.

You had shoved yourself into one of the corners, when one of the boys had jumped in.

“It’s okay, I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe” the boy’s voice was smooth with an accent, somehow it felt like your heart rate slowed down a little. That was until your looked up at all the boys again.

“Where am I? Why can't I-” you started to freak out again.

He reached out a hand, “just take my hand and I'll explain everything, okay?” he smiled. Slowly and hesitantly you took his hand but from looking into the sincerity of those brown eyes you knew you'd be alright.

Now it was someone else’s turn to feel everything you had once felt, you couldn't say you were jealous. The poor kid was shaking like a leaf, not only that but Gally wasn’t too kind either.

“Alright, let's unload this box and get moving people” Gally yelled out to everyone, collective groans echoed through the air.

“Well come on, love.” Newt reached a hand up to you from inside the box helping you down.

“Thank you” you turned away from him heading towards a box so he couldn't see that his gesture made you blush.

As you helped hand boxes to gladers above, you noticed a smaller box, one you hadn't seen before. You grabbed it and handed it to Minho.

“Hey, keep that one aside for me please” you said

“Why do you get to keep it?” Minho shook the box, “what if I want it” he smirked

“Minho, if Y/n wants the box, she gets it.” Newt shot Minho a look. Minho smirked again but this time in amusement. He loved to play this game, a game called make his second in command want to kill him.

“Careful Newt…You're making it sound like Y/n gets special treatment. I wish you were as sweet to me as you are to her..” he watched carefully as Newt’s face became red. You wanted to kill Minho, he always says the dumbest things, Newt was just being nice.

Before you Newt could open his mouth, you spoke. “Yea? Well maybe if you helped out in the gardens a little Newt would be nicer.” you climbed out of the box.

“Y-Yes, Y/n’s right” Newt was still flustered, he snuck a glance at you. You didn't seem fazed at all, you grabbed your box and walked away.

“What the bloody hell was that” Newt glared at Minho.

“Hey, I'm just trying to help you” Minho threw his hands up innocently. “Put yourself out of this misery and just confess already.”

“There is nothing to confess. Y/n and I are best mates. That is all.” Newt huffed out a breath, “sneaking” a glance at you walking away. Minho rolled his eyes, hopeless. You two were hopeless.

…

Once you found an area in shade, you sat down and opened the box. A guitar was in it, at least from your vague memory that's what you think it was. It had to be. You continued pulling things out and a sheet of music caught your eye. As your eyes skimmed it you realized you could read it. As you flipped the page you found more but with words.

“Soldier, Poet, King” you whispered to yourself, a song? (play first 30 seconds of song)

You propped the music up against the tree and settled the guitar in your lap. You strummed the strings following the sheet, it took you some time but you felt a tune starting to come together.

You took a deep breath and decided to try to put it all together. You began to softly sing the lyrics, you were so focused on making sure it was right you didn’t hear a certain blonde boy sneaking up on you.

Newt was in awe, he was confused when he saw your h/c ponytail facing the tree with something in your lap, he had come to find you hoping to walk to dinner together. When he came to investigate he wasn't expecting to hear the soft strumming and what had to be the sweetest voice he had ever heard, memories or not.

He listened as you sang but the sound of a twig breaking called him out. You turned around startled but you smiled when you saw him.

“Newt, you startled me”

“I’m sorry about that, please don’t stop. It sounded lovely.” he smiled down at you.

You blushed and turned away, you didn't think he'd heard you singing. When you turned up to look at him again you made sure you weren't blushing anymore.

“Ah, thank you. It’s not very good but-”

“No, no. It's good, you're good..at that” Newt wanted to slam his head into the tree. With you looking up at him, he couldn't focus, you were just too pretty.

You smiled and stood up packing up the guitar and music sheets. Newt lifted the box for you as the two of you walked.

“You should play at the bonfire.” he glanced to his side.

Immediately you wanted to say no. You didn't want everyone looking at you, what if they thought it was bad or if you mess up. You only just started to learn.

Newt noticed your hesitance, “you don't have to of course but I would really like to hear the full thing.”

And just like that you knew you were going to have to play at the bonfire. If you Newt wanted to hear it, how could you say no?

“Okay. I will. For you.” you smiled at him, then started to panic realizing the “for you” part was said out loud and not just in your head. Newt’s heart started to beat faster. For him?

“Y- You did help me secure the box from Minho! Yes, the least I could do is play it for you.” you tried to cover up your slip-up. Let's just say it worked because Newt’s heart started to slow down again and maybe it cracked a little.

“Fantastic” he gave you a tight-lipped smile and opened the door for you to enter the cookhouse. Newt watches as you walk in thanking him, he took a deep breath shaking his head and walked in after you.

…

You had been practicing all of last night after dinner and throughout the day today after coming back from the maze. The bonfire was tonight and you were nervous. Nervous about messing up the cords or lyrics but most importantly scared to mess up in front of Newt. You knew even if you did he would probably pretend like it didn't happen because he was sweet like that but still.

“You think if you sing to the walls maybe they will let us out?” you heard Minho’s voice behind you. You groan.

“Minho! You just ruined an almost perfect rehearsal.” you put the guitar down and turned to the dark haired boy.

“How was I supposed to know it was almost perfect.” Mingo sat down next to you.

“You just are, this needs to be perfect.” you huffed running your hands through your hair.

“Perfect for everyone, or just perfect for Newt?” he grinned at you, picking up a sheet of music.

“Perfect for everyone.” you snatched the sheet out of his hand and put it back.

“You know he likes you right? Newt is one of my best friends and I'm not trying to out him but you guys need to stop torturing each other.” Minho was getting fed up with this dance you two were playing. He was tired of seeing his two best friends tear themselves apart over each other when they literally feel the same way.

Especially Newt, Minho notices the way he looks at you. His gaze was always so soft, it kinda made Minho’s heart ache. You could break the rules or murder someone and Newt would still think you were perfect.

“And you need to stop saying that and getting my hopes up. Listen Minho, I've accepted that all we will ever be is friends.”

“But Y/n-”

“What was that?” you slapped a hand on his mouth, “sorry can't hear you” you chuckled

From the corner of his eye, Minho could see Newt watching the two of you. If telling the both of you won’t do anything maybe it was time to be more aggressive he thought. Minho quickly removed the guitar from your lap and jumped on.

“Min-!” you erupted into giggles, “what are you do-” he then started to tickle you

“Sorry? I can't hear you, what was that?” he continued his attack until one hard knee to his stomach knocked over. You both laid on the grass laughing, Minho picked up his head and glanced over at Newt. The expression on that boys face that pricless.

Newt watched when Minho jumped on you, he first took a step forward dropping his tool ready to arrive at your defense but the sound of you laughing stopped him. He took a deep breath and picked up the tool again squeezing his fist around it.

He tried to fight the jealousy eating at his chest but he couldn't. He wished it was him rolling around with you in the grass and then he blushed imagining it. He looked up again to see you leaning over Minho, eyes firey playfully yelling at him. The feeling threatened to overtake him again but he was being silly. It was just Minho, he knew how Newt felt about you, it was fine. Newt shook his head and continued his work.

The glade was buzzing because of the bonfire. It was the best time, everyone got to relax and drink some of Gally’s awful but effective drink. After Minho left you were able to practice more and focused on the parts you struggled with. The sun was dropping and the darker it got the more nervous you became

...

The bonfire was in full effect. Everyone was yelling, wrestling, and overall just having a good time. About half way through the night you finally came out from hiding and walked toward Minho and Newt.

“Finally ready?” Minho laughed and started to raise his glass.

You snatched his full glass out of his hand and before he could protest you chugged it. With a hiss, you handed Minho back his drink. Newt and Minho’s jaws dropped, you weren't opposed to drinking and there were nights Newt had to carry you back to your hammock. But you chugging? That meant you really must be nervous and getting very drunk tonight, which was the plan.

“Y/n-” before Newt could finish his sentence you finished his almost empty drink.

“Okay. Now I'm ready.” you grinned and grabbed your guitar and music sheets. You walked over to Alby and whispered to him.

“Everyone! Tonight Y/n has a special surprise for us!”

Everyone cheered, already drunk but also excited to see what you were up to. Newt clapped and felt a wave of nerves pass through him. He wasn't even performing but he just wanted you to do well.

“This came up in the box the other day…and I realized I knew how to play. So I hope you guys enjoy!” you yelled, the liquor definitely playing a part in your confidence. (start the song)

You started the strum the guitar and you looked up when Minho started to clap on beat like you practiced. Everyone started to clap and your adrenaline soared. You started to sing, at first, it was quiet just the clapping, you looked up, did you sound bad? Your eyes caught Newts.

He had this look in his eyes you couldn't decipher but he nodded at you and gave you a small smile, encouraging you to keep going.

Finally it seemed like the boys broke out of the trance and starting cheering loudly. You started moving around singing to boys in front of you and the longer you sang the more passionate you got. Even making them sing the chorus, “oh lei, oh lai, oh lord” echoed throughout the glade.

Minho laughed clenching his stomach, “oh god, the liquor is hitting her hard.” and he was right Newt looked back at you and were jumping around now hair everywhere.

You had finally made your way toward Minho and Newt. Singing at Minho and dancing around him, when the Poet part came up you stood right in front of Newt looking him straight in the eye. Nest held your gaze completely mesmerized by you. Hair everywhere, a light sheen of sweat on your chest, and the fire dancing across your skin. When you grinned at him Newt felt his heart stop. He felt like every fiber of his body was awake, in that moment he wanted nothing more than to pull you in and kiss you until you were breathless.

You were pulled away by Frypan as he picked you up to put you on his shoulder. You yelled in delight and with another swig of your drink, you played the song again from the top. Cheers of delight filled the air and the clapping to keep the beat continued.

Nest smiled and also took a sip of his drink. You looked so happy, so he was happy. He couldn't take his eyes off you, you looked so beautiful. It made his heart ache, he just wanted to hold you, he wanted you to see him as more. He took a bigger swig of his drink this time.

“She’s great” Minho turned to Newt

“Are we surprised?” Nest chucked and tore his gaze off you.

“How do you feel about your special serenade” Minho’s eyebrows raised, curious to see how Newt would deny this.

“She sang to everyone it wasn't just me..” he fiddled with his drink, focused on the amber liquid.

“Mhmm, but not the Poet part… just you.” this made Newt’s eyes snap to Minho. He was right, it was just him, he shook his head. No no no.

“We're just friends Minho, she doesn't care for me like and I-” from the corner of his eye Newt could see the new greenie taking your hand. Minho smirked this has gotten interesting.

“What is he doing,” Nest spoke flatly drink clenched in his hands.

“Mm, don't know maybe dancing. Either way, you're right, you're just friends. Maybe Y/n and the Greenie are a good match” Newt's eyes flared to Minho. Minho couldn't contain his laugh.

Maybe it was the liquor or maybe it was seeing the greenie with his hands on your hips but something in Newt snapped.

After Fry put you down you placed your guitar down, and you looked to see Minho and Newt talking. He wasn't even looking at you, your drunk thoughts were getting the best of you. Maybe Minho was wrong, Newt only saw you as a friend. The greenie came up to you and you locked arms with him spinning around laughing. It was innocent, until you started to get too dizzy and needed to stop. He placed his hands on your hips.

“Are you okay?” you could feel if thumb stroking your side. Before you could respond, someone pulled his hands off.

Newt didn't know what came over him but by the time he realized what he was doing he had pushed you behind him and was holding one of the greenie’s wrists.

“Let’s try to keep our hands to ourselves greenie.”

The greenie’s eyes widened, he shook his head and scrambled away from his second in command. You were in shock, what had gotten into Newt.

“W-what was that?” you furrowed your brows, he turned to look at you, he looked mad. Did you make Newt upset?

“D-did I upset you? I'm sor-” you stammered

“No love, it's- come on” he grabbed your wrist and started to gently but firmly pull you away from the crowd. Leaving the gladers who were too drunk to realize their lead singer was being swept away.

After he felt like you were far enough Newt dropped your wrist and ran a hand threw his hair. What was he doing? How was he going to explain this, he let his jealousy get the best of him. He couldn't stand the way the greenie looked at you, he had every right to look at you that way. You were gorgeous and Newt had no real claim over you. But you were still his.

After a couple seconds of silence your patience was running thin, the liquor not helping.

“Newt? Hellooo” you sighed waiting for answers

He spun around to face you, you were standing there looking up at him, hair pulled to one side.

“I- uh.. Listen love-” you cut him off

“Newt. I'm so confused and I swear it's not just Gally’s drink. What the hell was that, one minute I’m dancing and the next you're hauling me over here?”

“Y/n I know it's o—” you cut him off again. Rambling.

“No. No this is not okay. You can't just sweep me off without an explanation”

You were upset now, upset at how handsome he was and how badly you wanted to be with him. You just wanted this ache to go away. Not only that but the mix singles were driving you crazy. Sometimes you felt like there could be more and other times it felt like it was set in stone that you’d only ever be friends.

“I can't do this anymore Newt.”

This made Newt’s blood run cold. What did you mean by that? Do this? He started to breath a little harder, did he really just mess up this bad. You two hadn't even begun a romantic relationship and he already screwed up. He grabbed your biceps that were at your sides.

“Y/n I’m sorry I didn't mean to upset you”

“Well guess what I am. I-” tears filled your eyes, you didn't want to cry but everything was feeling like too much.

Newt's heart was breaking, as soon your eyes filled with tears he swore he heard a crack in his heart. You tried to scramble out of his grasp but he held you tight. His hands moved to your face steadying you.

“Y/n I love you.”

This made you go completely still. Anger disappearing and relief flooding you. He loved you.

“I’m sorry it took this long for me to say it and that it had to come out this way but I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment you came up from that box.”

His eyes desperately searched your face looking for any sign. A sign that maybe just maybe you loved him too.

You sagged against him, your head landing on his chest, your face still cradled in his hands. He held you, confused, holding his breath waiting for an answer. Finally, what had felt like years you pulled away and looked up at him. Your hands balled up against his chest.

“Newt, I love you too.”

He felt a tear slip down onto his hand, you were crying but smiling. He looked down at your lips and then back at your eyes. You nodded your head slightly giving him permission.

Softy, he pressed his lips against yours. He pulled away smiling, you grabbed a fist full of his shirt and pulled him in again wrapping the other hand around his neck. His hands left your face and slipped down to your waist pull you closer.

“Love, you have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this,” he whispered against your mouth a small smile creeping on his lips.

You grinned as he pulled you back in for another deep kiss. You made a sound that only made him pull you closer. He couldn’t believe it, the girl he was pinning over was finally in his arms.

You felt like your head was spinning, being in Newt’s arms just felt so right. Hell you didn’t know where he learned to kiss like this but you were breathless.

“Love?” Newt spoke softy like if he spoke too loudly the trance you we’re both in might break.

“Newt” you whispered

“As much as I’m enjoying this, you’re drunk, I’m a bit drunk” he pressed his forehead against yours.

He was right. You were drunk but there wasn’t anything about this that you didn’t want. Your cheeks burned, looking around and seeing that although the two of you were alone, the bonfire wasn’t too far away. You kissed his nose, then both his cheeks.

“You’re too sweet, you know that?” You ran both your hands through his hair your forearms against his shoulders

“Only for you remember?” He winked

“Does this mean I get special treatment?” You raised an eyebrow. He grabbed your forearms and pulled you in close.

“Don’t tell Minho but you’ve always gotten special treatment.”

You laughed and pushed off him, reaching out a hand. He grabbed it and the two of you walked back to the bonfire. Immediately Minho noticed you two especially you two holding hands. He decided to keep it to himself though, pretending to not notice. Tonight was about you two.

When everyone noticed you were back they begged to play the song again. Who were you to deny them? You began to play again, looking to Newt when you sang about the Poet. It was for him. He clapped along never taking his eyes off you. How could he?

Right before the last chorus Minho grabbed the guitar from you.

“Go dance.” He pushed you toward Newt and practically jumped into his arms.

He picked you up by your waist and spun you around. Everyone kept clapping keeping the beat as Newt placed you back down and danced with you. You spun around then dipped you, you couldn’t believe when he kissed you in front of everyone. Cheers erupted.

“Newt you shank!” Galley yelled

“Sorry lads” Newt smirked

When he brought you back up you collapsed against his chest. From exhaustion, liquor and laughing, when you saw Minho looking at the two of you, you grinned at him. He shook us head and shrugged as if saying “I told you so”

…

That night you and Newt walked back to your hammocks holding your hand, creeping around drunken asleep boys.

“Goodnight Y/n” he pressed a kiss to lips gently

“Goodnight Newt.” You laid down and he laid down in his hammock next to yours. You tried to fight sleep but the night caught up to you.

Newt watched as you slept, he couldn’t believe it. The ache in his chest was still there but it was different. Instead of being empty it was full so full that it ached. He knew as he watched you sleep before his eyes shut that he would always be by your side. No matter what.

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The end :)

I hope you guys enjoyed, it’s lowkey long and I haven’t revised it. If you see any errors please let me know and make sure you comment for more!

#newt imagine #newt maze runner #newt tmr #newt x y/n #the maze runner #the scorch trials #newt x reader #newt masterlist

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toby-du-coeur · 1 year ago

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as they deserve

currently writing a fic abt this

Thominho in Paradise/Safe Haven, enjoying the beach, enjoying life

Thominho moodboards

#well thominewt #and it's about half angst half comfort #'you can take the boy out of the war but not the war out of the boy' kinda theme #also there's toki pona & ancient mayan ruins in #idk it's a mess i love it #maze runner #thominho

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jennapancake · 2 months ago

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The Monsters Creator

Minho x Reader

Description: Minho's loved you since the moment he saw you. How far is he willing to go to make sure you're only his?

Warnings: Yandere themes (Yandere Minho), Female reader, Mentions of offing, possessiveness, manipulation?, pet names, Stalking mentioned, Pining, one kiss. Lmk if I missed anymore!

A/n: I haven't posted in awhile and this was kinda spur of the moment so idk. But I hope y'all like it I'm actually kinda happy with this one. Don't forget to send in requests!

Minho who fell in love hard the moment he saw you come up in the box. I mean what guy wouldn’t when he’s been starved of the company of another female for years and a gorgeous girl like you comes up, in a state of disarray and confusion. And what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn’t comfort you and be your shoulder to cry on as you adjusted to this new life stuck in the maze, with all these boys. with him.

Minho made it clear he had called dibs on you from the moment you got there. No one but him could touch you. Could be near you. Could love you. Whenever another boy got close or even spoke a word to you, Minho would know. Immediately jumping into the conversation and once you left threatening the boy with a glare that usually made them cower, but on the rare chance it didn’t he’d step in. Do what he had to.

The closest a boy ever got to you was a greenie. Minho thinks his name was Spencer or Tanner or something stupid along those lines. His name didn’t matter, okay?! The boy didn’t heed Minho’s warnings, calling his bluff or so he thought. I mean what could the boy do? A lot actually.

You see Minho gained Spencer's trust, building it for months, allowing the boy closer to his friends. To you. Just for him to convince Spencer to be a runner. The boy following Minho into the maze only to be pushed against a wall and given lets say….a talking to. Spencer didn’t make it back to the glade that night and he didn’t come back the next morning either. Or the morning after that. Or after that.

Minho assumed you’d be broken, devastated even at the loss of your new found friend. He was ready to console you with open arms but all you ever did was glance at the door, your arms crossed before going on and doing your job for the day. He assumed you just knew loss was a given with the maze.

The only exceptions to the rules of no touching and talking came down to Newt, Alby and Frypan of course I mean his closest friends were the only ones he could trust. Who in a way encouraged his such strong feelings. Who he knew could keep an eye on you when he was in a maze searching for a way out, a way he wasn’t sure he wanted anymore. He couldn’t handle the thought of a bigger world outside the walls, a world you could roam without him. Could escape from him.

The next time a boy got close to you Minho was ready. He gained the boy's trust once more, letting him think he had a chance with you just to “lose” him in the maze. He was sure this time you’d need his comfort, his shoulder to cry on like you did when you first arrived at the glade. He thought you’d want him again, need him again. I mean he somehow let you get closer to this one, hoping it would hurt more than the last so your independent and tough facade would crumble and you’d fall right back to him. But this time you simply stared at the doors as they closed, you were the first one to leave each time the crowd gathered. Always sharing an unamused, knowing glance at Minho before patting his shoulder and walking away. There’s no way you could know, right?

This happened a few more times and by a few I mean about a couple dozen names were crossed off the wall just because they got too close to his girl. You may not have known it yet but you were his and the rest of the boys who had common sense knew it too. All he had to do was ask you to be his. You wouldn’t say no. You couldn’t. Minho was the boy closest to you and he knew that. You had to have fallen for him by now.

So when the next boy came and went or well was "handled". Minho decided it was time. You would be his.

“Hello, beautiful.” He wolf whistled as he walked into the little hut he had the builders make for just you. His perfect girl. The hut he knew you’d one day eventually share. “What do you want, Minho?” You rolled your eyes, an amused smile adorning your features. “Just checking in, making sure you’re alright after tonight?” He gave the best sympathetic smile he could muster which looked more like an evil smirk as he stepped closer to you. “I’m fine.” You shrug nonchalantly, the boy tilting his head in confusion.

Every boy he always let get closer and closer to you than the last but still you were always unfazed, always giving Minho that same look. “Are you sure? I know you were close with Albert.” He tried again, prying, hoping this facade he was sure you held would finally break until you sobbed to him as he held you in his arms, confessing your biggest fears to him just so he could kiss your tears away, tell you about how you always had him. How you only need him.

But instead you shrugged once more “Alvin” You corrected “And not really. Didn’t know him as well as you probably did. I mean seeing as he was your runner.” You stated, that knowing glint in your eye as you eyed him wearily, your arms crossed. “Ah I mean barely. He just started as a runner. Must’ve made a bad call on his running abilities.” He lied, horribly at that. Well I mean if he were talking to anyone else but you they may have believed it but you could read Minho like a book. With all his stalking and constant need to be near you, you grew quite intelligent on what made Minho well Minho.

“You’ve been making bad calls like that a lot recently.” You glared, amusement still in your features but different from your first amused smile you presented him at his entrance. “What can I say, Princess I trust too easily.” He smiled or more smirked at you before confusion took hold of his features as you laughed “What? What’s so funny?” He asked as you just smirked back at the boy “How stupid do you think I am?” You asked, stepping closer with every word until the boy backed into the wall behind him. “Wha- I don’t-” The boy stammered at your closeness until you cut him off with a stern finger on his chest. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know what you do… How you feel when you see them talk to me, when you allow them to get closer to me….when you lead them into that maze.” You state, your face inching closer to his until you're whispering the words in a faint brush against his lips to the point he’s holding his breath in fear and anticipation. “I am not a stupid little girl, Minho. And you are too grown up enough to confess your feelings, your fears instead of bottling them up and taking them out on poor boys who do not know a thing about this place.” You scolded as you stepped back from the boy, leaving him whimpering at the empty cold space that nipped his skin where your warmth used to be. “I am not your property for you to shelter and isolate. I can protect myself. I am allowed to speak with whomever I want. Be with whoever I want.” You stated once more, back facing the boy as you spoke your feelings and you were right to speak your mind. He knew that but that last sentence crossed the line. You were his. Only his.

The boy quickly crossed the room in such quick steps you didn’t even notice until the air was knocked from your lungs and you were pinned against the wall. “You are mine.” The boy practically growled down at you. “No other boy can have you. I have done all of this for you. For us.” Tears glimmered in the boys eyes as he stared down at you with so many emotions. Anger, fear, sadness, love. “You did it for yourself.” You argued back, unwavering no matter how deeply it hurt to see the boy in front of you cry, he was a monster. “I DID IT FOR US” He screamed those words once more causing you to flinch back into the wall behind you, “I did it so we could be together, just like we’ve always wanted.” He said, this time gently as he caressed your cheek, trying to ease your fear. “I never wanted this, Minho.” You whispered back only resulting in an amused scoff as the boy leaned in closer to you. “Then why’d you let it go on for so long?” He chuckled darkly as you gaped up at him. And he was right.

You had known since the beginning. You had let it go on for years and yet you just now said something. In a way you knew a sick part of you liked it. Liked knowing Minho was so possessive over you. That he wanted you, That he loved you. That he would kill for you.

“You like it don’t you?” Minho smirked, noting the look in your eyes, you shook your head, eyes pleading with him. “Darling, it’s okay I always knew you were made for me. It just makes me love you more, knowing you’re just as crazy as I am..” He smirked, “I am nothing like you.” You tried to state only for your voice to shake. “Maybe, Maybe not. But you know I know you better than anyone else here…” He began, his lips moving closer to your own as you looked up at him “and I may be a monster but you’re the reason I am one. You my love, are my creator.” And with that he finally smashed his lips against yours in a hungry, long overdue kiss which you returned immediately because he was right. You knew he was. He was a monster but so were you.

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dreaminginpastels · 2 years ago

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Hi Daniella, first of all your blog is one of my favourites and your writing is really lovely 😊

Second, I have an idea for a fanfic, would you like to write a female! x reader for the maze runner with Newt? . In which the reader is a Med Jack and one night during the bonfire Newt enters in the fight circle and gets hurt. And as the reader is the only one who is sober enought to take care of him, she takes him to the Med Jack hunt. But Newt drunk to much and confess his feelings for the reader, without realizing.

Sorry if is too long or specific, I would understand if you don't have time to do it

Anyway your blog is fantastic so keep going ❤❤❤

second chances

pairing: newt (maze runner) x fem!med-jack!reader

summary: newt injures himself in the fight circle, leading to drunken confessions about his favourite med-jack

warnings: brief mentions of insecurity and allusions to previous attempts at self-harm

reader pronouns: she/her (by request)

word count: 980 words

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You are well and truly surrounded by idiots. You figured that your explicit medical instructions would have been taken seriously given your status as one of the only med-jacks in the Glade, and the fact that it didn’t take a genius to realise that any physical activity on a broken leg was a dumb idea. Yet here you were, watching one of the most sensible Gladers drunkenly step himself into the fight circle. It seemed that Gally’s special drink had disarmed Newt’s senses, he even winked at you as he wobbled towards his opponent. You rolled your eyes.

You had to admit you were conflicted. On one hand, it was clumsy and stupid for Newt to be risking the leg that you had spent months monitoring as he healed from his…injury. But on the other hand, you knew what misery those months had been for him, and knew that he needed these nights of bliss, bonding with the other Gladers and feeling like the teenage boy he was. Recklessness was a typical theme in the Glade after all.

The two of you had bonded significantly over those months, sharing much more than time as you both adjusted to life in the Glade. A second life for Newt. This developing closeness hadn’t gone unnoticed by the other Gladers. Minho in particular found joy in teasing the both of you daily, constantly whispering to Newt and giggling. You found it adorably annoying, which summed Minho up perfectly.

As if you had summoned him with your thoughts, Minho’s drunken rambling reached your ears across the Fight Circle crowd. “Hey, y/n, don’t miss your loooover boy in the ring! He can’t impress you if you’re not even watchingggg.”

Your scoff drowned out in the sea of oohs and aahs and kissy noises. These boys were unbelievably annoying at times, but you couldn’t help but laugh. They meant well, and if some high school love drama was their cup of tea, then so be it. You liked making people happy. Your state of reverie is so strong that it takes you a moment to realise that the teasing noises have morphed into gasps and groans. You can’t see anything between the distance you’re seated from the Circle and the group of boys now crowded around it. Minho’s voice, moments ago light and breezy from the other side of the Fight Circle, is suddenly sobered and panicked as he breaks through the crowd and runs to you in lightning speed. “y/n, help! It’s Newt!”

Before you could process what was happening, you found yourself kneeling over Newt’s body. As his eyes looked up and met yours with a sheepish grin, you let out a frustrated breath. “Y/n, it’s you! So great to see you, you know I-“

His quip died is his mouth, replaced by a sudden wince that brought you back down to Earth and to the injury you hadn’t yet assessed. “What have you managed to do to yourself this time, dear one?”

He sighed. “Worth a shot. I think I sprained my wrist when I fell.”

You nodded, calming down as you realised that Minho’s drunkenness added to his exaggerated panic. Helping Newt up carefully, you begun to escort him to the med-jack hut, eager to get him away from the teasing jeers and whoops that faded into the distance as the two of you followed the well-trodden path.

…

As you tenderly bent his wrist backwards and forwards to check his level of pain, you shook your head fondly at each goofy drunk noise he made in response. What a silly loveable idiot.

You paused. He looked up at you with those sweet innocent eyes. “What were you thinking, Newt? Why would you do something so reckless so soon after your…while you’re still recovering?”

His eyebrows furrowed like an eight-year-old being told off. “Because Minho told me that if I want y/n to know how much I care about her then I need to start showing her, and I thought she’d think I was…I don’t know, cool, if I won the fight. She probably thinks I’m pathetic because I’m always limping about and…she helped me so much when I hurt myself and I don’t want her to think I’m weak. I really love her and I want her to know how much she means to me.”

You were surprised he didn’t flinch as your heart shattered. How could this beautiful person ever for a moment think he was weak? Let alone in your eyes. You were about to respond when his eyes widened, “Promise you won’t tell y/n!”

Chuckling at how adorable he was, confessing his feelings about you to you without realising, you grabbed his uninjured hand and caressed it softly. “I promise I won’t tell her, Newt. But I want to tell you a secret in return.”

He leaned forward eagerly, “Yeah?”

You smiled, leaning closely against his ear and whispering, “y/n really likes you too. You should definitely tell her how you feel. I guarantee she feels the same.”

A big toothy grin appeared on his face, and his eyes twinkled. “R-really?”

When you nodded, he muttered resolutely that he would ask y/n out tomorrow.

…

The next morning, Newt bashfully approached you as you ate your breakfast, pulling up a chair with his uninjured arm. “So…I noticed the makeshift cast on my wrist and I can’t help but ask…. how bad was I last night?”

“You confessed to me that you have feelings for me, and made me promise not to tell myself.” You chuckled, amused by his progressive eye-widening as you answered his question. “You know, I had no idea that Gally’s special drink could make you forget that I’ve been your girlfriend for three months but hey, here we are.”

Head in his hands, Newt slowly looked up at you. “I’m gonna be making this one up to you for months, aren’t I, darling?”

Smiling fondly at your precious boyfriend, you tenderly put a hand on his cheek. “Oh, absolutely��. He softened, matched your loving smile as you pulled him in for a gentle kiss.

a/n: hello beautiful nela (@nelabelievesindragons), thank you so much for your kind words. you always know just want to say to encourage me! I hope you’ll forgive the delay in writing this for you. this was an absolute pleasure to write - I loved the prompt (you always send lovely ideas) and the twist popping into my head was so satisfying.

it's so lovely knowing this was your first ask before we were friends, I hope that I did it justice. I remember being so excited to get a newt request (I adore him). hopefully this eases the pain of reading the death cure! 🤍

#newt maze runner #newt maze runner x reader #maze runner #maze runner x reader #newt x reader #thomas brodie-sangster x reader #thomas brodie sangster #newt maze runner x fem!reader #newt maze runner x fem!med-jack!reader #newt maze runner x med-jack!reader #newt maze runner fluff #newt maze runner x you #maze runner fluff #maze runner x you #thomas brodie sangster x you #requests open #daniella writes 💫#⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ nela ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

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henrysglock · 4 months ago

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Finally, More NINA Puzzle Pieces

DISTRESSED NOISES!! WE GOT NINA CRUMBS!! AND IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE!!

IT HAS THE CAMERA!!! AT LEAST ONE VERSION OF REALITY HAS THE CAMERA!!!!!

Okay so remember when I pointed this out about the NINA discrepancies in El's 4.05 entrance, and how there were at least 22 different iterations of events?

Specifically this glaring difference between reality (tapes) and the rest of the 4.05 entrance (labeled 3 and 8)?

The presence of a camera in a UD-ified version of HNL tells us that the bottom row of images straight up cannot physically exist in one cohesive reality.

Which is to say—Anything that does not have the camera is 100%, definitely, concretely not based in the UD's reality/those versions without the camera are either fake or set in a different reality.

If you've been following along this past year and a half, this is not news to you; it's just confirmation of what we already knew.

It does, however, means that none of this was based in reality:

We already kind of knew that, based on the props changing so much within the Rainbow Room each time/Henry's changing hair/etc, but the confirmation goes crazy insane. We love to see it.

After the first entrance to NINA/after we see the footage of the version with the camera, we don't see a non-camera version again. Any non-camera versions seem to disappear. This means whatever simulation El's stuck in, it's adaptive. It learns, with a propensity for making itself immersive by molding itself to to the subject's understanding of reality.

However, what fucks me up is that all of these are, then, set in the same "reality":

Which means the new ST5 UD-ified HNL, the physical camera footage of 1979, Henry's electrocution, Blood Hands El, El running to the Rainbow Room, and Brenner running to the Rainbow Room are all supposedly set in "reality".

That's not possible, though. The electrocution scene cannot have existed in reality/could not possibly be a memory, because 14 year old El is barely tall enough to see in. 1979 El would not have been tall enough to have seen interaction:

This means that none of NINA is reliable. Period. Even the things that appear to be set in reality are unreliable re: what actually happened in 1979.

Whatever NINA runs on, it's adaptive and manipulative. It's like c.ai, if c.ai was actually AI. Whatever it is, it takes El's experiences both in the lab and outside the lab and combines them to form entirely new scenarios that never really happened (see: Blade Runner 2049 and the manipulated/mash-up memories shenanigans). El has been told she's reliving memories. That is not the case. None of what she's seeing is reliable. It's like when a movie says it's based on a true story.

This fits with what I said about the monologue never having existed at all and NINA being an immersive empathogenic drug trip that pulls from El's outside memories. It also fits with my draft about the Mindflayer ties between Shadow-NINA in the VR, TFS, and NINA in ST4, and my speculation in that same draft about a) NINA specifically running on the Mindflayer, and b) the Mindflayer using familiar humanoid avatars to gain sympathy and coerce its target into joining it.

We see this kind of behavior in Patty in her garnering sympathy from Henry and then insisting that she and Henry run away together to find her mother in the Stardust Casino...regardless of the fact that Henry is still flayed. We see it again in our "Couldn't Possibly Exist" Henry as he garners sympathy from El and then tells El to join him. And then we see it again in Shadow Brenner using the NINA-like maze to learn about Henry as a means to try and coerce him into joining him. It's a continuing theme.

Both Patty and "Henry" want Henry and El, respectively, to accept their offer and leave with them. Both Henry and El reject that offer in exactly the same way:

In my speculative opinion, we see a resurgence of this particular dual-yeeting in Billy and Heather.

Henry in the VR, as we know, has a dubious ending re: escaping the simulation.

This exists in contrast to the other version of NINA Henry, who, much like TFS Henry with Patty, is insistent that El run away without him.

When I say that we have multiple guys, this is what I mean. Their motivations are entirely different. One of these men in NINA is not Henry. It's someone or something masquerading as him. If I had to speculate, I would say that it stems from the Mindflayer and its possible presence in NINA...Especially given the similarities between NINA and the Russian prison, wherein they have a trapped form of the Mindflayer:

In short—Every day it seems more likely that whatever El fought in the massacre was not Henry. It's like I said way way back last year: there's someone else in there with her. Multiple someone-elses, even.

It also seems, if I had to speculate, that rejecting the Mindflayer avatar is what gives El her powers back. This means it may also be what "changed" about One, as mentioned in the plinko scene.

This all also backs what I speculated way back in the day about the blood transfusions being related to immunity against the Mindflayer, either finding it, triggering it, or building it. It seems to function like getting a live vaccine: you're given dose of the live virus, and your body fights it off. In fighting off the Mindflayer, it's entirely possible that the process triggers latent powers in those who have them. Those who don't have the basis for latent powers eventually succumb (see: Will, Billy, the Flayed). Brenner, with NINA, may have been giving El the equivalent of a booster shot.

#st nina project #st5 speculation #henry creel #st: tfs

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tailschannel · 1 year ago

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Sonic Forces Mobile roundup: Tech Knight Silver teased, Surge the Tenrec leaked

Several character events have been teased and leaked alongside new patch notes for Sonic Forces: Speed Battle. Here's a quick run-through of them all.

Surge the Tenrec leaked

Take a look at the official SEGA HARDlight render of Surge the Tenrec, spotted within the game's files. Not much is known about her runner specifications and release window as of yet, but more is expected to be revealed later on.

Surge will join Whisper the Wolf and Tangle the Lemur as the one the latest IDW Sonic comic characters to appear in official games media.

Tech Knight Silver officially teased, Mummy Knuckles coming soon

SEGA HARDlight posted two teasers for the upcoming slates of character skins in Speed Battle: the "Tech Knight" skin for Silver the Hedgehog, and the "Mummy" Knuckles the Echidna skin.

All of the aforementioned runners were inadvertently teased by name in a spreadsheet leak from the game's developers in late June. Since then, a spokesperson acknowledged that the slate was "subject to change," but did not rule out the release of the mentioned characters, which all came to fruition as planned.

A spokesperson did not acknowledge the leaked renders of Surge and Tech Knight Silver as of press time, due to a policy that prohibits discussion of datamined content.

New in-game events

Speed Battle players can collect Special cards for Sonic the Werehog and Reaper Metal Sonic during the "Graveyard Smash" event. The mission rewards will alternate between each character in the event, scheduled between 24 to 31 October. The event's bonus box will contain 15 cards for each runner.

There is also a new "Brawl Mode" event to earn guaranteed cards for Sonic the Werehog and Reaper Metal Sonic. Scheduled between 24 October to 7 November, players will be placed into teams between the two runners.

To score points in this Team Vs Event you will need to hold the Brawl token, and carry the Brawl token over the finish line. Deal damage to rivals to steal the Brawl token from them, but if you get hit they'll take it back!

The winners of the event will receive 50 cards for their chosen runner, while the runners-up will receive 25 cards.

The new Halloween-themed events followed the launch event for the Classic Super Sonic runner, timed to coincide with the release of Sonic Superstars. Here's the specifications, in case you missed it:

Patch notes

Here's a brief look at the official update notes for version 4.22.0 of Speed Battle. Expect various bug fixes and Tails' Vault improvements.

Balance changes

Reduced damage on 'Sharp Shelter' for Boscage Maze Sonic,

Reduced radius on 'Brutal Barrier' to one lane for Linebacker Omega,

Removed invincibility from 'Twin Tail Boost' for Movie Tails.

Gameplay changes

Added a ray-beam effect on spawn of 'Cyclone Charge' for Longclaw,

Metal Sonic can no longer steal 'Steal'.

(h/t Sonic Mobile News, article contributed by Spectre, Syn, and Scarlett for the Tails' Channel newsfeed.)

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the-lying-heavens · 27 days ago

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"Fragments of Time"

Maze Runner Time travel AU, Newtmas

Masterlist

Based on this post

Summary: Newt finds himself transported to the ruins of the Last City in the future, where he reunites with Thomas and the others. But someone follows him to this other dimension, someone who has sworn to put an end to the Safe Haven.

Warnings: Themes of grief and loss, references to the Flare and infection, mild violence, fluff (let me know if there's anything else)

Word Count: 2.3k words

A/N: this is gonna have to have a part two- This also might not be 100% accurate to the post or what they had in mind but I tried my best. Some of this might be inaccurate in the series in general! I tried combining the books and movies somewhat.

One moment, he was in the Last City, worrying about the Flare overtaking him; the next, he stood amidst the ruins of the same city where he had been infected.

Newt looked around, dazed. He was almost sure this was the Last City, but how could this just happen?

Newt stumbled through the debris, trying to take it all in. The skyline of the Last City was unrecognizable, with shattered buildings dotting the landscape like ghosts. He tightened his grip on a makeshift weapon, a rusted pipe he found, and tried to steady his breathing.

He could still feel the Flare in him. It was like a physical thing. Worms swimming through his veins and into his organs slowly but oh so surely, but he could fight it. He knew he could.

As he moved cautiously, the soft scuffle of his footfalls echoed off the crumbling concrete. Suddenly, he heard a noise—something that sounded like a low growl, followed by a shuffle.

Crank.

He quickly ducked behind a fallen wall, sweat trickling down his brow.

But before he could gather his thoughts, he bumped into a neon sign buzzing faintly on the ground with his bad leg.

"Shuck," he swore quietly. Panic surged through him as he struggled to regain his footing, but it was too late.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and Newt's heart pounded in his ears. He held his breath, hoping that whoever—or whatever—it was wouldn't find him. He couldn't fight a Crank with a shucking pipe.

Just as he thought he might escape, a figure rounded the corner. It was a tall silhouette, moving cautiously, scanning the surroundings. He held the pipe tightly. He could try.

"Who's there?" a very familiar voice shouted, echoing in the desolate space.

Tommy?

"Come out or I'll shoot!" Thomas yelled.

"Don't shoot!" Newt yelled back, dropping his weapon and stepping out into Thomas's line of sight.

The first thing he saw was the launcher pointed at his face. "Don't move!"

"It's me! It's Newt!"

"Newt?"

"Yeah, it's me," Newt replied, stepping cautiously into view, hands raised to in surrender. "I don't know how I got here, but—"

Thomas lowered his weapon. His hair was tousled, and there was a smudge of dirt across his cheek, but the familiar intensity in his gaze remained unchanged. He wore a makeshift vest, frayed at the edges, and his shirt was slightly torn.

Oh shucking hell, that was not something Newt should be focusing on right now—

"Wait, hold on!" Thomas interrupted, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the illusion. "You were... you were gone."

"One moment I'm in the WICKED headquarters, and then—" He gestured to the ruins around them. "I'm here. I don't understand it either!"

Thomas's grip on the weapon faltered, confusion evident on his face. "This can't be real. How can you just show up like this? It's impossible!"

Newt took a hesitant step forward. "I'm here, Tommy."

Their eyes locked, and the world around them faded. "How...? I thought I'd never see you again."

"What do you mean?" Newt asked. "What happened?"

Thomas swallowed hard. "You—you died."

The blonde boy frowned. "What?"

"The Flare—I—I had to—" He swallowed again.

"Thomas, what do you mean?" Newt's voice wavered. "I'm here. I can't be dead if I'm standing right in front of you."

Thomas's expression shifted. "You were gone, Newt. I watched you... You were infected, and then..." Thomas's eyes widened.

"We need to get back to Safe Haven."

"Safe Haven?" Newt asked, still trying to process everything.

"It's not far from here," Thomas said firmly.

"Right," Newt said, exhaling. "Lead the way."

He wasn't sure what was going on but he trusted Thomas. He always would.

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The first place Thomas led Newt was a Med tent. There were two of them, one on the outskirts of Safe Haven and one in the middle of it, just in case.

Brenda was there, turning to greet Thomas when her eyes landed on Newt. "What—"

"The cure! Now!"

Brenda stuttered before obeying quickly, getting a syringe filled with a blue liquid.

"Cure?" Newt looked between them, eyes wide, "You found a cure for the Flare?"

Seeing Newt again felt impossible. It was impossible. He was supposed to be dead. Thomas killed him. Newt begged him to.

But he was standing right in front of him. And he could finally finally save him.

Brenda basically stabbed Newt with the needle, and he flinched.

Brenda stared at him. "How?"

Thomas also stared. "Great question."

Newt cleared his throat. "I agree with that."

"I mean WICKED has to do something with—"

"WICKED is gone," Thomas said plainly.

Newt frowned. "It is? We did it? Can someone tell me what's going on!?"

"From the past...?" Brenda muttered in awe. "Is that even possible?"

"Might as well be," Thomas said, "Would it really be that surprising?"

Brenda shook his head. "No. I guess not."

Thomas didn't want to know how Newt got here. Not if there was even the smallest possibility it would take Newt away from him again.

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Minho was the first one who saw Newt but the last one to approach him. Newt felt his eyes on him as everyone else rushed toward him, their voices overlapping in a flurry of excitement and disbelief.

Minho remained at a distance, his arms crossed tightly, a mixture of hope and caution on his face.

Thomas walked up to him and started talking to him quietly. Not once did Minho look away from Newt.

"Is it really you?" Minho finally called out, breaking his silence but still staying put.

"It's me," Newt replied, taking a cautious step forward.

A flicker of relief crossed Minho's face, but his eyes still searched Newt's, looking for any signs of the Flare or a trick. "You sure? You look... different."

"I'm okay. I promise."

Minho unfolded his arms slowly, still hesitant. "You don't look okay, shank. You look like you've seen hell."

"Maybe I have," Newt said, "But I'm here. That counts for something, right?"

Minho's resolve broke, and he pulled Newt into a suffocating hug. "Don't you dare leave us again," he murmured into Newt's shoulder.

Newt hugged him back just as hard. "I won't. Not if I have anything to say about it."

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Janson blinked as he regained consciousness. Disoriented, he realized he was sprawled on the cold concrete. The Last City stretched around him, a shadow of its old self, with crumbling buildings and debris everywhere.

He pushed himself to his feet, brushing dust off his clothes. Confusion settled in—how had he ended up here?

"What the fuck?" he muttered. He needed to find out what happened and where everyone was.

As he stepped forward, he heard a faint shuffle in the distance. Janson froze, instincts kicking in. He quickly scanned the area, searching for any sign of life—or danger.

A Crank stumbled into view, its eyes wild and unsteady. Janson's stomach dropped. He had faced enough of these creatures to know how dangerous they could be.

He held his breath, waiting for the right moment. The Crank shuffled closer, muttering incoherently. Janson picked up a sharp, rusted piece of metal, ready to defend himself.

As the Crank turned its back, Janson saw his chance. He dashed out from his hiding place and swung the metal shard with all his strength. It connected, and the Crank collapsed, but the sound echoed in the desolation, alerting others.

"Shit!" he hissed, scanning for more Cranks. He needed to move quickly.

He sprinted through the wreckage, searching for shelter, a place to regroup and plan.

Ahead, a flicker of light caught his eye—a neon sign half-buried in debris. Janson picked up his pace, hoping it was some form of refuge. As he approached, he realized it was an old convenience store, its entrance partially blocked but he would still be able to get close.

He squeezed through the gap, the faint light illuminating the interior. Inside, Janson quickly searched for anything useful. He needed to find a way to defend himself if more Cranks came.

He rummaged through the wreckage, finding a sturdy crowbar. It felt solid in his hands. Just as he was about to exit, he heard a noise—a low growl echoing from outside.

The Cranks were close.

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Newt sat around the fire with his friends now. They told him everything—their struggles, their victories, and how they created Safe Haven. The warmth of the flames provided a comforting glow as they reminisced.

After the topic turned much more light-hearted, Thomas animatedly recounted a particularly close encounter with a Crank, gesturing wildly. "And I swear, I thought we were done for! But Minho—"

"Yeah, yeah," Minho waved him off. "I'm just trying not to get us all killed."

Across the fire, Brenda chimed in. "You all are lucky to survive that. I'd take a different route altogether."

"Yeah, but your routes usually involve explosions," Thomas teased, earning a playful glare from her.

"Explosions are effective," she shot back.

Frypan, who prepared food, looked up with a smirk. "Just don't ask her to cook anything."

"Hey!" Brenda protested. "I can cook!"

"Just not without a few fireworks," Frypan said, shaking his head.

Newt leaned back. "You all really did it, didn't you? Build something good."

"Yeah, we did," Thomas replied, a proud smile on his face. "It's not perfect, but it's ours."

"And it's pretty shucking cool," Minho added.

"It is," Newt admitted.

Conversation drifted from here and there as Newt tried his best to focus on his friends, yet his thoughts went to Thomas. Unsurprisingly.

The way Thomas recounted adventures made Newt's heart flutter. It was as if the firelight cast a halo around him, illuminating his face. Newt found himself captivated, his gaze lingering on Thomas's expressive hands as they gestured.

Thomas's laughter resonated with him long after it faded, how the intensity of their struggles drew them closer together. And now, with the weight of everything they faced, Newt felt an overwhelming urge to bridge the gap between them, to speak what had been left unspoken.

"Hey, Newt!" Brenda called, pulling him from his reverie. "You in there?"

"Yeah, sorry," he replied, forcing a smile. "Just...glad to be here."

But he wanted to say more. He wanted to reach across the fire and take Tommy's hand, to share the truth of what he felt, but the words felt stuck in his throat.

Newt stood up, unable to shake the restless energy in his chest. He needed a moment to breathe, to think. He muttered some excuse and slipped away, the sounds of his friends fading behind him as he navigated Safe Haven.

The garden was quiet. Newt wandered among the rows, trying to sort through his feelings. The chaos of everything—the Flare, the memories, and now this inexplicable time shift—was too much to process.

He leaned against a weathered fence, closing his eyes, letting the cool night air wash over him. But just as he began to feel a sense of calm, he heard footsteps approaching.

"Newt?" Thomas's voice cut through the quiet, and Newt turned to see him standing just a few feet away, concern etched across his features.

"I just need some air," Newt said, trying to sound casual.

"Mind if I join you?" Thomas asked, taking a step closer.

"Not at all," Newt replied, giving him a small smile.

They stood in silence for a moment. Finally, Thomas broke it, his voice soft. "I've missed you, you know."

"Did you?" he smiled at the thought, then felt guilty at it. Thomas and his friends had grieved him.

"Yeah..."Thomas took a deep breath, his expression shifting to something more serious. "I thought I'd lost you for good. When you... when I had to..." He paused, "I didn't realize how much I loved you until it was too late."

Newt's breath caught in his throat. "You love me?"

"Of course I do," Thomas said, "But I'm scared. I don't want to admit it, not when we're fighting for survival, and not when I thought you were gone forever."

Newt blinked, trying to process this revelation. "I thought... I thought I was the only one."

He looked dumbfounded. "What?"

Newt laughed quietly. "Since you were a Greenbean, Tommy."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh."

Thomas's eyes widened in surprise, and a soft laugh escaped his lips. "Seriously? I had no idea!"

"Yeah, well, I'm not exactly vocal about it," Newt admitted. "I thought you'd never feel the same."

"I spent so much time worried about what would happen if I said anything," Thomas confessed, his gaze steady on Newt's. "But it sounds like we were both scared."

They stood in silence for a moment, taking in the quiet of the garden.

"We should get back, shouldn't we?" Thomas said, breaking the silence. Again.

"We probably should," Newt confirmed.

Despite this, they didn't move. Both of them waited. For something.

"Shuck it," Thomas muttered.

In an instant, the distance between them disappeared. Thomas leaned in, their lips brushing softly at first as if testing the waters. Newt's heart soared, and he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Thomas's waist.

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Janson had to keep moving.

He shifted and listened for any sounds of danger. The low growls of Cranks echoed in the distance. He wasn’t safe yet.

“Focus,” he muttered to himself. He needed a plan. His mind raced back to the last moments he could remember—fighting the goddamn children. The last he remembered, he had been with Theresa. How did he end up here?

The growling grew louder. His instincts kicked in, and he crouched behind fallen debris. He held his breath as a Crank stumbled into view, eyes wild and unfocused. It was close—too close.

He gripped the crowbar tighter, waiting for the right moment. Then swung hard, connecting with a sickening thud. The Crank collapsed, but more sounds of them echoed.

He scrambled to his feet, pushing forward, a single thought guiding him: survive. He’d find a way to escape this hellhole, and then he’d find them.

They were out there somewhere, and he would search this city and every inch of the scorched earth until he found them.

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