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You’re Alive...YOU STUPID SHUCKFACE

My first post on this blog…and it’s smut. Which means NSFW, R-Rated, 18+, whatever the rating thing is, this is for mature audiences. (Not that it’ll stop you lot.) Based on a request/prompt given by a very dear friend that I’m very, very happy to fulfill. Basic request was a “YOU’RE ALIVE!” situation after Minho escapes the maze after a full night of running with Thomas. Gratuitous smut, dears. Enjoy. I think I’m going to vomit. The doors closed minutes ago, and Newt is dragging everyone away. I hate him. I hate Gally more. Gally is trying to drag me away. I won’t move. I won’t. “He’s not coming back, (Name),” he mumbles, pulling at my arm. He sounds miserable. Not angry. Not as miserable as me. “Go away.” “Come on, (Name),” he presses. “Doors won’t open until morning. No use here.” “Go away,” I repeat. I don’t know if I’m more happy that he finally obeys me, or more sick at the thought of my heart out in the maze. And that’s what it is. He’s my heart. He keeps me sane. I’m trapped here…just like everyone else, but with him, sleep comes a little easier. I laugh a little quicker. When he’s out running, I feel empty. Being a builder is nearly all physical; after we set a layout, it’s just following directions. No thinking. Instead, I think of him. And now, now… I curl up against the maze door. I don’t care if I fall in when it opens. A Griever can get me, if it wants. I don’t want to live here without Minho.

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u ever cry bc Thomas Brodie-Sangster fits the physical description of Newt so well and plays him so beautifully and he’s just the most amazing actor and im so grateful everyday that he brought my favorite fictional character to life

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Request!

Hey guys! I'm gonna be posting on this account way more often now and I'm having an imagine go up either tonight or tomorrow-- it's a Reader x Newt Imagine where they gladers are at WICKED's headquarters and Minho meets a girl who he isn't sure is interested in him. The Reader states the signs that the girl does like him, and knows this cause she acts this way with her crush on Newt **this imagine is PG-13, kiddos

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And if there’s a reason I’m still alive

When so many have died,

I’m willing to    w a i t    f o r    i t.

x

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Drunk Apologies (Newt Imagine)

It was your favorite monthly night, the day of the Greenie bonfire, and everyone was shuck tipsy. You didn't like to drink the nasty Moonshine Gally made, but you appreciated how it could lighten the mood for someone. The sky was dark, and the only light came from the orange hue of the fire. You hung out with Minho, Thomss, and Newt— mostly Newt. He was your best friend, and although he was second-in-command, he was one of the drunkest.

He slurred a “Hi, Greenie. When did you get here?” in your ear.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. “Newt, I'm not a shuck greenie. I've been here for six months.”

“You'll always be a little Greenie baby to me,” he cooed. You shoved his him gently, grinning. You were a runner, not damn near a Greenie, but you shrugged it off. What a mess.

“Give me a hug, (Y/N). You're lovely.” An inescapable smile began to spread across your face. He thinks you're lovely?

“Neeewwt, you're drunk. Quit it,” fell out of your mouth. You liked Newt, you did, but this was an insincere, drunken gesture for all you knew.

A loud “mmm” noise vibrated on his lips and he shook his head. “(Y/N), you don't give yourself enough shuck credit.” Strong arms were slid down to your waist, and a whisper that made goosebumps rise on your skin was sent to you, his lips gently brushing your earlobe. “I'm still waiting on that hug.”

Newt was, in your opinion, the most attractive Glader—or boy— you could imagine. His fluffy, golden hair, his bright smile, his work ethic, his lanky build, his arms... His muscular, strong arms. You'd be crazy not to fall head over heels for him. Absolutely insane. But, since you were the only girl, his slurred compliments meant nothing to you. Even if they made butterflies flutter through your stomach, it isn't real. He doesn't mean it. Thinking about that almost made you sick.

You hugged him anyway, though. Of course you did. His body pressed so close to yours almost made your breath get caught in your throat. He leaned on you, alittle too much. His legs wobbled, and you pushed him to a steady standing position. “Whoa, hey. You drank too much, you shuck.” Newt shook his head, his jaw clenching. “Bloody hell! I haven't been drinking! Will you just leave me alone? Go dance with a shuck griever!”

That hit you. No doubt he had been drinking, you'd seen him do it. But that attitude was all you could think about in that moment, not the logic flaw. He turned on his heel and stumbled away. Pressing your lips together, you tried your hardest not to let a tear spill. The Gladers you talked to were all drunk—and you talked to most of them— but you didn't expect to hear a certain Glader behind you.

“Newt doesn't mean that,” a low voice said. You slowly turned your head, and the person revealed was Alby. Suprised to see him at that moment was an understatement, but you sighed and shrugged off his comment.

“Yeah. Whatever. Okay. Sur—”

“(Y/N), will you be shuck quiet and listen?” You would've been dumbfounded for babbling if you hadn't felt so klunky. It was silent for a couple of moments. “Follow me,” he said, and began to walk to the Medjack hut. A crease formed in your eyebrow as you followed him. He didn't bother shutting the door behind him, aware of the already-occupied Gladers. Silence enveloped the room, and you quickly grew sick of the quiet. “Well?”

You normally wouldn't have used attitude talking to the Leader, but his eyes were glued to the floor. Alby pulled a chair and straddled it as you sat on the bed. “I didn't know you ain't capable of seein' what's right in front of you.”

“What are you talking about?”

He swallowed. “The rule about no one being allowed to get involved with you. He's been trying to change it all this time.”

”Oh, come on, Alb—”

“Let me finish,” he snapped. “Every day for the past two months, he's been beggin' for me to let him have a shot. You don't even know how much that kid talks about ya, (Y/N). All the time. All the shucking time. He said even though he can't place a memory, he feels like he knows your face. Says it's too beautiful to forget. Your hair, (Y/N), he shucking loves it. And your bold eyes. He says they make him melt, something or other. I was suprised how shuck open about his feelings toward you the shank is, you know. He likes you. He definitely does.”

Without another word, Alby sat up and gently closed the door behind him, leaving you frazzled. You wanted to shake your head and call Alby back, just to tell him how wrong he is. To tell him that he only thinks you're a tad bit cute because you're the only shuck female he can think of by memory. Your eyes began to grow heavy and weary, but you longed for answers. You just needed a minutes rest to let yourself cool down. Anyway, Newt was still drunk. As your eyelids closed, you unintentionally drifted off to sleep.

You woke up, confused and groggy. It took thirty seconds for your memories of last night to set in, but once they did, you couldn't get them out of your mind. Standing, you rubbed your eyes and left the hut, walking to the Homestead. You didn't expect anyone to be there this late, and to your relief, there wasn't. You freshened up, unable to rid your mind of the prior night. Your job as a Trackhoe wasn't the most exciting job, that's for sure, but it wasn't the worst. You almost forgot about the British boy, but he quickly came into sight. Shifting your gaze brought you to work. “Good morning,” Newt said.

“Yeah,” you unblantantly spat.

A concered look flashed his face, but you ignored it and grabbed a bucket of vegetables to bring to the kitchen.

He watched as you hastily left, the girl he had the hugest crush on. Alby walked up beside him. “She knows.”

Newt looked down, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Yeah,” he whispered, as if he knew that Alby told you. “Guess she doesn't like me back.”

Alby narrowed his eyes. ”Do you remember last night?”

“No, I actually— Oh, klunk. What did I say?” Newt asked himself, quickly dropping his tools and following you to the kitchen.

“Here,” I mumbled bitterly at Frypan, shoving the food into his direction. “Dang, (Y/N), you okay?” You instantly felt guilty at the look of his face falling.

“I'm sorry,” you apologized, skipping over his question. “Just not having the best day.” The door of the hut swung open and Newt's careful eyes searched around him until he spotted you. You put your chin up as you lifted the basket's handle. You trued gently shoving past him, but his arms went to touch your waist and he pushed you against the wall. “New—” you started to yell before he shushed you.

“(Y/N), I'm sorry. I need you to talk to me.” His arms fell back to his sides, and you looked away. You inhaled heavily, and he didn't begin to speak. “Get on with it, then,” you murmured.

He pulled a chair out from the table, and sat on the one across from it. You sat, and his hands gently brushed yours, laying on the small table, filling the gap between you two. “What did I say last night to offend you?” His voice tried to say calmly, but it came out as an ashamed whisper.

“You yelled at me,” you answered, lamely. His eyes urged you to say more, so you went on. “In front of everyone. You said I should shucking leave you alone.” Your eyes filled with hurt as you looked up at him. “I tried to help you.”

Newt shook his head as he listened, never breaking the gaze he kept on you. “(Y/N),” he sighed, taking your hand in his. “I'm so sorry. But what happened after that?”

“You walked away.”

Newt closed his eyes and brought your hand up to his lips, then held it to his chest. “I just ain't the same when I'm drinking, I guess. I didn't know that. But (Y/N), I promise you, I don't want you to go away.”

“That isn't even the worst of it,” you ripped your arms away. “Go dance with a shuck griever? How could you, Newt?”

His brown orbs widened. “Love...”

“Save it,” you turned to walk away.

Newt's hands met with your waist again, more roughly this time, and one hand slid up to cup your cheek. His breath was on yours, and his neck was bent to be centimeters away from your lips. “I love you, don't you get it? I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything awful I said last night, but you need to know that I didn't mean a word of it. I'm not gonna make up excuses for why I said it, because I don't bloody know, but I must've been shuck crazy. Anyone would be shuck crazy to talk to you in such a way— anyone would be shuck crazy not to fall head over heels for you like I did.” His lips brushed yours, making your face heat up. “If you let me kiss you, I'll show you how much I love you,” he said in his sweet like honey voice.

You were at all loss for words, so you nodded. “Please.”

He opened his mouth slightly and placed it on yours. They went in a perfect rhythm, and you didn't doubt any of what he said. He loves you. He loves you.

It lasted a minute longer, sucking on your bottom lip until it was swollen. He finally pulled away, his hand falling to your waist with his other one. He gently massaged your hip. “I love you.”

“I love you too. And I'm sorry.”

“I forgive you.”

He put his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and smiling. “Yeah.”

A cough, not either yours or Newt's, was heard in the doorway. Frypan was looking at Alby, and Alby was looking at you two. As if you were just a little but crazy. “Aw, lovebirds. Now get to work, will ya?” You and Newt smirked at the ground.

“Well,” Newt shrugged. “Come on, then.” He pulled you along, his fingers intertwined with yours, giving your hand another sweet kiss as he walked. Some Gladers stared, others looked for a second and then looked away at a loss of interest. “Give me a hug, Newt. You're lovely,” you teased. He shook his head with a wide smile on his face. “Be quiet.”

[absolute-newt]

when girls are together often, their period pattern's usually the same.. group b... the girl glade... poor aris

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I got 99 problems and page 250 is one of them

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The scorch trials got me like

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never not reblogging

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screen: turns black during tst

me: oh no

me: cliff hanger?

screen: fades into next scene

me: thank god

screen 20 minutes later: turns black

me:

sceeen:

me:

screen: directed by-

me: nOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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A moment seared into the brains of everyone who’s read the books AKA Newt calls Thomas “Tommy”…

[names-newt-greenie]

THE WAY HE SCREAMS “NEWT!” at THE START GETS ME EVERYTIME

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UGH MARRY ME

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Exciting Enchantments

Prompt: Imagine catching Newt’s eye while coming into the Glade, and him not helping himself and always wanting to be around you, until Gally is the one to give Newt the shove and get him to tell you how he feels.

Prompt Writer: best-imagines

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Word Count: 668

“Are you gonna tell her or just burn a hole in her eyes?” questioned Gally’s voice, beckoning the british blonde to his side. His eye’s narrowed as he took his glance off you and pointed it towards the buff Glader. “Tell her what?”

“I see the way you’re looking at her, hell, everyone has. Don’t be such a shank about it,” Gally shrugged, looking away from Newt to you.

The second in command only seemed more interested in their private conversation as you walked and talked with Chuck, who thinks of you as a big sister. After what came out of his mouth, Newt didn’t bother denying the facts: he did like you, and a whole lot.

“Well, how does she look at me, then?”

Gally grinned and nodded towards you. “Slinthead, if all the other Gladers can manage to figure it out, you need to do that for yourself.”

Newt was too engaged in the possibility that you might’ve liked him that he barely heard the insult thrown at him in the start of the sentence. He cleared his throat.

“Will she not like me back?”

“Shank, go talk to her!” Gally shouted, a small shove going at your crush’s shoulder. This time, the Britian heard the nickname loud and clear. “Don’t call me shank, shank,” Newt laughed, though he could’ve sworn he felt his face redden and his hands get clammy from his nerves.

His limp got him towards you slowly but surely. “Y/N?”

Looking up to his gorgeous brown eyes seemed like a breath of fresh air. A small part of you didn’t like how you fell for him so hard, but the other part wouldn’t have traded the way he made you feel for anything in the world. His light hair and dark orbs, they could melt you in under a second. Your thoughts were gushing until Chuck’s voice took you out of the moment, saying: “I’m gonna go to Frypan’s.”

You almost didn’t hear him, but you nodded as the kid started to walk off. Newt began to look in your eyes, and you saw him smile. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, praying he couldn’t tell what your thoughts were.

“Getting along with Chuck?” he asked, but it sounded more like a note than a question. You nodded, Chuck was definitely adorable and you just wanted to protect him, but every protector needs protection. You were hoping that person could be Newt.

After a boring conversation that lead to nothing of excitement, he finally spoke up. “D-do you like...mmm... Ah, nothing. Nothing,” he stammered, messing with his hands and intertwining his fingers together. A small smile spread wide across your face and you couldn’t get it to come off. It was obvious he was a nervous mess, but he was the best-looking mess you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“Why are you asking?” you bit your lip, nervous with a tinge of excitement.

“Because, you’re, well… Enchanting, I suppose. And your eyes, they’re just… I mean,” he cleared his throat and an embarrassmed smile crossed his lips. Newt looked up, his dark brown eyes swirling with hope and fear at the same time. “I like you, alright? I do. A lot.”

“That’s good, because I like you,” you stifled a giggle.

His eyes turned warm now, and the nerves in his body seemed to calm. No one could wipe the smile off this boy’s face.

You weren’t expecting any of this, but most of all, you weren’t expecting a pair of lips to be upon your own an instant later. Simpering into the kiss, you and Newt’s mouths blended together in a perfect motion.

“FINALLY!”

He and you quickly broke away from each other in shock and snapped your heads up, only to see Gally smirking at the two of you, along with Chuck and some of the other Gladers that you barely noticed. A shade of red deepened in your cheeks.

“Shut up, you bloody shank,” said a grinning Newt.

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Lay Off (Thomas Imagine)

Prompt: Imagine Thomas making you his prime perogative, he just wants to protect you no matter what.

Prompt Writer: imaginesofeveryfandom

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 651

If you’ve ever seen a wild bull that’s been messed with too many times or in captivity for too long, that beast in it’s human form would be Gally. He wouldn’t be so bad if he only yelled at you, but he screamed his head off at just about everyone that was ever in the Glade at the same time as him. You’d forgotten what you’ve even done wrong by now; he wouldn’t stop going on and on about how careless and inconsiderate you were, as he put it.

The sound of footsteps played in your head, dreaming of someone telling Gally to back off, but none of the Gladers would think of doing that. Not the average ones, the ones that wouldn’t want Gally on their bad side, at least. Still, the tune of the steps continued to grow in your mind. ‘It’s all in your head,’ you thought. ‘No one’s coming to your rescue.’

Wrong.

“Lay off, Gally. I mean it,” a voice said from behind you. Gally’s eyebrows furrowed and his face was clouded with anger as he looked at the space above your head. Turning around, you blushed as you saw the Greenie you connected with from the start. Even your best friend, Newt, winked when he saw you with Thomas. Eh, maybe you had fallen for the new guy. Maybe you hadn’t ever paid attention to the Greenies before, and maybe you were starting to now. Maybe he was the gamechanger… As you were about to find out.

Gally pushed you out of the way and took a step closer to Tommy, almost towering over him. “What did you say to me, shank?” he spat at him. He threw a punch, but the Grean Bean caught his hand, using all his strength to push him away. “I said, lay off.”

“Why should I?” Gally taunted, annoyance rising in his tone. Thomas took a quivering breath, but didn’t back away. “Because I’m not gonna let her be shucked around, and especially not by you.”

By now, there were almost all the other Gladers surrounding you three. With a growl, Gally’s shoulder hit Tommy’s as he pushed through the crowd and went off, but you weren’t bothered to know where he was headed.

If your mind was on anything, it was on Thomas. He drew closer to you and checked you out, carefully. “Y/N, he didn’t touch you, did he?” Thomas asked, gently touching your elbow and looking down at you, his chocolate brown eyes boring into yours. You couldn’t help your beam, and your smile was so wide you would’ve needed a bridge to cross it. “N-no, I’m okay.”

Tommy simpered and his orbs flickered from your eyes to your lips. “Are you sure?” he continued, barely above a whisper. Butterflies were flapping furiously in your stomach, and the pit was no longer filled with pity, as it was when Gally had been putting you down.

“I’m sure.”

By now, most of the Gladers that onlooker went back to work, but you could make out a few faces: Newt, of course, Ben, Minho, and even Alby…

But after you felt Thomas’s hot breath on your lips, he had your undivided attention.

You closed the gap and felt him smile, along with “ooh’s!” coming from the other boys, but it didn’t bother you. Hell, you weren’t even sure how long it’d been while his mouth was moving swiftly across yours, but you hated the thought of it ending.

His breathing was steady when the two of you hesitantly pulled away from each other. Tommy buried his face in the crook of your neck, and all you could do was have blood rush to your cheeks as his lithe arms wrapped around you. “Be mine, Y/N, and I won’t let anyone touch you. None of ‘em, definetly not Gally. Please.”

And you’ve been his ever since.