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My Maze Runner (self insert) OC! 🤭
Samantha - Sam
Subject A17 - The Effect
Chinese American
5’9” ft (175cm) tall (yes that’s my irl height 😭)
She arrived in the box a few months before Thomas and eventually became one of the Glade’s Medjacks.
More info/lore below 🙂↕️
Arriving in the Glade
When waking up in the box she was so overwhelmed when seeing everyone. Literally shaking like a hamster back pressed against the cage. Alby was the one who helped her out of the box after calming her down. She wasn’t much of a talker, just listened to everyone and how everything worked.
Before becoming a Medjack she tried other jobs each day but they didn’t really work out. She tried working with the Trackhoes but working in the dirt just wasn’t doing it for her🧍🏻♀️Tried being a builder and honestly did a pretty good job on her first day but decided to try other jobs (an excuse because of the labor like carrying heavy stuff everyday 😭) Slicers was a straight no for her, cooking was fun but mostly the meal prepping part. The actual cooking itself she was mid at.
She got her Medjack role when someone accidentally got heavily injured and neither Clint nor Jeff were nearby when it happened. She took initiative and helped stabilize the injured Glader, and kept the situation under control until the Jeff and Clint arrived. Instantly stationed her as a Medjack after that lolol.
Relationships!
The first couple of days while trying out the jobs she didn’t really talk to anyone besides Alby and Newt since they were the ones to give her the tour. She did eventually became good friends with Frypan and Gally later on.
She’s closest with Newt and Frypan 🤧 But occasionally likes to hang around Gally since he’s so grounded (also I like to think Gally has a little crush on her but like nothing crazy cause I do kinda like Gally guys he’s a guilty pleasure)
Now for the best part 😏
Her relationship with Minho! 😩
I made a playlist with songs I associate with these two YES CRINGE I KNOW DONT BEAT ME but like you should totally listen to it while reading their relationship 🫣 Also let me know LOL
When she arrived in the Glade she didn’t see Minho at all until he got back from his maze run. We all know the first Minho scene where he runs by Thomas and they lock eyes while he jogs back to homestead. Yeah that’s exactly what happens to Sam when Alby was giving her a tour LOL
Minho instantly caught her eyes buuuut they never have a interaction after that. Hot take Minho and her never cross paths because, well she’s a Medjack and he’s a Runner.
Minho absolutely knows who she is. Everyone knows who she is. But I like to think he doesn’t go out of his way to talk to her. Not because he dislikes her, just because she’s not part of his world yet. I like to think he thinks it’s some kind of joke that the box brought up a girl out of no where. Like the creators were messing with them or something. But he didn’t take it offensively, he didn’t have time to think about that. Basically he didn’t really give a fuck LOL
She would sneak glances at Minho whenever they were in the same proximity or when the runners came back though. Like she has a crushhhhhhh. But yeah they never really crossed paths even when she becomes a Medjack.
That was until he got a pretty bad cut from the maze and with Newt pestering him about it he decided to go to the medhut. By this point it’s been like maybe a week and a half since the first interaction.
Minho lowkey excepted Jeff and Clint to be there only to find that Sam was there alone organizing some supplies. When Sam saw Minho walked into the medhut her heart literally skipped a beat like OH MY GOSH HE’S HERE!!!
Minho was lowkey skeptical of her abilities, he questioned whether she knew what she was doing as like banter but quickly realized she was more than capable.
“You know what you’re doing?”
“A little confidence would be nice.”
“I’m just asking.”
“I’m a Medjack, aren’t I?”
“…Fair enough.”
She was nervous as fuck while she was patching him up though cause like that’s Minho AHH. But also this man would NOT sit still. He makes sarcastic comments. She responds without thinking. He questions her, she fires back. They exchanged a few sarcastic remarks, and for the first time, they actually held a conversation rather than simply knowing of each other’s existence. Though brief, the interaction left them both stop seeing each other as background characters in their lives. Well mostly for Minho at least.
She realizes he’s not just this intimidating, untouchable figure, he’s actually sarcastic, observant, and kind of just a normal (annoying 😭) person when you talk to him one-on-one.
He realizes she’s not just “a random girl”, she’s capable, calm under pressure, and actually knows what she’s doing as a Medjack.
They slowly became friends after that, whether it was him bringing in some runners to be treated when they were being stubborn or chilling with the other gladers during dinner. Either way they were never really alone a lot until he started just chilling at the medhut a lot? Like he’d find himself going there to decompress since it’s a quiet place and the company was nice. That’s when their friendship grew more.
Newt and Frypan kinda knew about her crush on Minho, it was obvious, especially when they see how she acts around him. Like it was subtle but sometimes soooo noticeable. It wasn’t confirmed for them until they started noticing that Minho was always at medhut and asked Sam about it. She instantly denies it since it’s Minho, he’s everywhere. (She also didn’t believe that he would stay there JUST for her since that’ll be delusional right?) Her face was red and she’s flustered when they pester her about it.
“It’s not like that! He just there to decompress after his runs!”
“You’re red Sam.”
“I’m not!!”
“So you’re saying you don’t like Minho?”
“That’s—“
Yeah they got her ass.
But now she’s starting to notice he does come by everyday whether it was to pester her while she worked or decompress after his runs. And of course her crush grew bigger cause what does that MEAN?! 😫
She always had a crush on Minho from the very beginning and it just kept growing by the minute.
Minho just thinks of her as bestfriend!! :D Likes to tease her and pesters her when she’s busy and when he’s bored. He’s very oblivious to her crush.
Now walk with me here, he does eventually fall for her but that isn’t until maybe like a month or so after. This is where the first boundary is broken HEHE
During dinner they sat by the logs alone while looking out into the distant just chilling and talking.
She glanced at him. There was dirt on his cheek. A faint streak near his jawline, barely noticeable unless you were already looking. Without really thinking, she shifted slightly closer.
“Hold on,” She said.
Minho’s eyes flicked toward her immediately. “Hm?”
She didn’t really process what she was doing before she was already doing it. Her hand lifted and she brushed his cheek lightly, just enough to wipe the dirt away.
Instantly, Minho went still. Not dramatic but a sharp pause, like his body had stopped a fraction faster than his mind did. “Woah—hey,” he said, surprised enough that it slipped out before he could stop it.
Her hand froze mid-motion as her brain caught up all at once. “Oh—sorry!” She blurted, pulling her hand back halfway but not fully yet. “There’s dirt, I didn’t— I was just—cleaning it—”
Minho blinked. Once. Then again. Like he was trying to reset whatever just happened. “…Dirt?” he repeated.
“Yes,” She said quickly. Too quickly. “On your face. I just—noticed it.”
A beat.
He exhaled slightly through his nose. “Oh,” he said finally. “Uh… yeah.”
Silence stretched.
She should’ve moved her hand away already, but she was still hovering there, frozen between instinct and realization.
Minho didn’t move away either. Which made everything feel worse. “Okay,” he added after a second, like he was deciding how normal this situation was supposed to be. “Yeah. That’s fine.”
She nodded once, still too aware of everything. “…Can I?” She asked quietly before she could stop herself. The question came out softer than she intended.
Minho paused again before giving the smallest shrug. “Yeah,” he said. “Go ahead.”
That should’ve made it normal. It didn’t.
She reached up again, slower this time. More careful. Her fingers brushed his cheek again, gently wiping away the rest of the dirt. And this time she noticed it. The warmth under her fingertips.
Minho didn’t move but his jaw tightened just a little. Not in discomfort or awareness. Like he was suddenly very conscious of being still.
Her hand slowed slightly without meaning to. She could feel how close he was. The way his breathing shifted just slightly through his nose. She kept her focus on the task to keep herself from thinking about how close they are. She’s so concentrated on getting it over with that she doesn’t notice Minho watching her.
For the first time, he’s acutely aware of her. He notices how careful she is, how gentle her touch is despite how flustered she seems, and how close she suddenly feels. He doesn’t know why the moment feels different or why he’s paying so much attention, only that something about it lingers.
And then, her eyes flicked toward his.
He caught it immediately.
Eye contact.
Short. Direct.
Then gone.
Minho looked away first.
Not dramatically.
Just a brief drop of his gaze to the ground like he suddenly found it interesting. Because now it’s Minho who’s suddenly more aware.
She finished wiping the dirt off quickly, trying to ignore the fact that her hand felt warmer than it should.
“There,” She said softly, pulling back.
“Yeah,” Minho replied.
A beat.
They both stared into the distance again, except now it didn’t feel the same as before.
Minho shifted slightly before he glanced back up, it was quick, controlled but she caught it again anyway.
A second of eye contact.
Longer this time.
Still not saying anything.
Then he looked away again just as fast.
“…Thanks,” he said, quieter than usual.
“Yeah…”
Now Minho finds himself strangely aware of the space between them, unable to explain why that simple moment affected him at all. From then on, he begins to notice her more often, even if he doesn’t yet understand what he’s feeling.
(ABHDJSJDKCSBJEKDJAJFNDN AHHHHH)
Fun facts about Sam and Minho! Before he started feeling things for her 🫣
He kept calling her Greenie after it’s been a while since she arrived and when she remembered her name.
“So,” She said without looking at him, “Greenie, huh?” There was a pause. Not long though just enough. “Yeah?” he replied casually. “I think I have a name,” She cooed. Minho tilted his head slightly. “You do.”
“Good to know.” Another pause. Then she smiled slightly, just enough to be dangerous. “Is my name really that hard to say?”
That did it. Minho exhaled through his nose, something between a laugh and a scoff. “Oh, come on.”
“I’m just asking,” She said innocently. “You’re not just asking.” She stepped closer slightly, arms folding. “I notice everyone else manages.” Minho shifted his weight a little against the post. “Habit,” he said simply.
She raised a brow. “Minho.”
That got his attention fully. He looked at her for a second longer than usual. Then, like he was conceding something minor.
“…Sam,” he said. It was short, casual and easy. But he didn’t stop there this time. “Samantha,” he added after a beat, like he was correcting himself properly.
That one landed differently. Because it wasn’t teasing. It was deliberate.
She blinked slightly, her chest tightening as her heart skipped. “Wow,” She said. “Full government name and everything.”
Minho shrugged like it meant nothing, but there was something faintly amused in his expression now.
“Happy?”
“Very,” She smiled.
Everyone calls her Sam but he calls her Samantha.
“You know you can call me Sam”
“Yeah?”
“Everyone else calls Sam”
Minho glanced over. “Well…” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not everyone else.”
Samantha paused. For some reason, that answer alone made her chest feel oddly light.
Then he added, “Plus, maybe I just like saying your name.”
The words hit her a second later as her brain seemed to stall. For a moment, she could only stare at him. Not because it was particularly romantic and not even close to a confession. Just because it felt… strangely personal.
Heat immediately rushed to her face. She looked away first. “Oh.”
Brilliant.
Absolutely brilliant.
Out of everything she could have said, oh was what came out. She suddenly became very interested in the supplies sitting in front of her. Her fingers busied themselves with reorganizing things that definitely didn’t need reorganizing. Meanwhile, her heart had decided to beat noticeably harder for no reason whatsoever. Or at least that was what she was trying to tell herself.
Because really, it was a harmless comment.
A normal comment.
Probably.
The worst part was how casually he’d said it.
Like it hadn’t affected her at all. Like he hadn’t just dropped that sentence into her lap and expected her to function normally afterward.
She kept her attention fixed firmly on the bandages in front of her. Anywhere but him.
Because if she looked at him right now and saw that stupid smile on his face, she was pretty sure she’d only get more flustered.
He likes to lay in the bed cot while she works in the medhut.
Jeff and Clint are tiredddd of these two. Like go somewhere else Minho!! And stop bothering our medjack!!!!!!
No fun facts of when they do get together though because I don’t know when they do 😀 I like the yearning and slow burn guys maybe they never get together who knows OOPS
Their height difference!!
Close up of Sam!
Brown wavy hair and brown eyes!
Three lobe piercings + a helix piercing! She came with her accessories 😀
Is she immune?? Mmmmmmmm no spoilers
And that’s basically it 🤧 Maybe I’ll draw her in other outfits from the scorch or smthing but for now this is it!! I have a lot more scenes I wanna either write out or draw but yeahhhh 😀
Thank you for reading up to here I love yall 🤧🫶 Also please let me know what yall think HEHEHE
ive been thinking alot about how glader dialect/slang formed
Glader 1: shut up shank!
Glader 2: ...the hell is shank?
Glader 1: ..I dunno, you?
Glader 3: hey wassup gu-
Glader 1&2: SHUT UP SHANK
Glader 3: THE HELL IS A SHANK
I know im dead here but look
i made Maze Runner in Tomodachi
hi people, kindly, tmr oc art
+ Carrie and David interaction
"And just like in the Glade, she still smells like cherries even with her body burning."
Yeah she dies in the fire/explosion in the Last City, literally right after Newt dies :P Or maybe she doesn't idk, she's just dead somewhere
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Noah is so done with her 💔💔
You can learn about our oc's here ➡︎ Martha Noah
The base that we used (I made it lol)
Feel free to use it!!
Memory Games - 16
Newt x Female OC 🐰
A dark Maze Runner romance between a very damaged girl and our soft boy Newt. With trigger warnings for self harm, abuse, assault, PTSD, mentions of suicide and general violence. Also written in the style of multiple POVs.
"All that was clear was that they were all boys - all of them - and it filled me with even more dread, instinctually defensive and fearful of the opposite sex. Even if I couldnt remember anything specific about where I'd come from, I knew that men were dangerous."
All interaction is appreciated!! X
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*Angel’s POV*
It was a week after I'd gotten high with Newt and Zart and my mind still kept wandering back to the conversation Newt and I had had. The quiet one about relationships, about how I could be with someone if I really wanted to be. I couldn't help but wonder if Newt had been talking about himself when he mentioned it to me.
Or if maybe, he really was just a great friend. He'd also said that some of the boys secretly get together, so was he included in that category? Maybe that was why we'd gotten so close, because he wasn't even in the slightest attracted to me.
I doubted that though, not having picked up on any energy like that from him. And besides, I did feel that he occasionally flirted with me, though I wasn't too certain. The memory that I felt he was in couldn't mean nothing - had he been wondering about that too? I wished I could put the memory into his head so that he could see it too, then maybe the answer would suddenly become clear.
My pondering was cut off by a lad rushing into the Medhut with a bleeding hand, his other hand gripping the wound tightly. I quickly recognised him as Patrick - the slicer that I'd bumped into on my first day - and he shot me a half smile before placing his fist onto the table.
"Chopped my finger off." He grimaced, a surprising level of calm to his voice. "Filthy knife too, someone clean this thing - please."
Clint and I shot into action, pacing over to inspect the injury and seeing that he had in fact cut off the top half of his pointer finger. It was bleeding heavily and his skin was going white - I could see that he was on the verge of fainting.
"Where's the comfy chair?" I shot to Jeff and he instantly read my mind, dragging it out and placing it behind the boy.
"This is gonna hurt." Clint warned before squeezing the antiseptic cream onto the wound.
Patrick let out a pained hiss, gritting his teeth so hard I thought they might break, and then fell onto the chair, his eyes rolling back and then squeezing shut. I ran him a glass of water and grabbed a sugar biscuit whilst Clint started to close up the wound.
A short while later and he was all patched up and walking again, thanking us for the help before he went on and continued with his day, much to the amusement of Jeff and I.
"Nice boy, and tough as nails." Jeff mused to which I saw Clint shoot a jealous glance.
I giggled at the exchange.
"Yeah, sucks about his finger though."
"He's far from the only boy to be missing one around here."
Clint placed a discreet hand onto Jeff's waist and it sent me back to my questions about Newt.
"Can I ask you guys something?"
"Sure." They both answered, looking slightly perplexed.
"This might sound insane but.. is Newt... into guys?"
Clint's eyes widened whilst Jeff burst out laughing.
"Are we that obvious?" Jeff chuckled, his partner looking horrified.
"No- No not at all." I answered quickly, trying to calm Clint's obvious panic. "But to me.. yeah I can see it. I think most of the lads here are too stupid to be honest."
"Yeah they are." Jeff agreed amusedly before adding more seriously "And no, Newt is not gay. Maybe a little curious but isn’t everybody… and can you really not see?"
"See what?"
"He's head over heels for you! And you so clearly are for him. I don't get why you two don't stop this 'friends only' clunk and just jump on each other already!"
I couldn't help but blush, rapidly blinking as I processed his words. Was it that obvious that I liked Newt? And was it true that he liked me too? How could Jeff know?
"I don't know if Newt would want me to jump on him." I forced out a chuckle, suddenly anxious. "Don’t tell anyone- obviously, but he's been sleeping in my bed and hasn't made any moves."
The two boy's jaws dropped open at that admission.
"Sleeping? In your bed?" Jeff gasped. "How on earth have I not heard about this already?"
"Well we've been keeping it secret. He sneaks in quite late sometimes." I answered.
"That boy is so smitten. He's never been one to break rules." Clint grinned. "And you say that nothing has happened between you two? Absolutely nothing at all?"
"Nothing. I mean we cuddle, but does that count as something?"
"His self control never fails to impress me." Jeff turned to Clint with a teasing smile who playfully hit his shoulder in response.
"I'm being serious, do you think Minho or Ben, or even you if you swung that way, would be able to resist laying a kiss on our girl Angel if given the chance to be that close?"
"Probably not. Can't imagine any of the lads would." Clint answered with a grin.
"So Newt doesn't like me then?" I deduced.
Jeff quickly shook his head, leaning closer to me and taking on a more serious tone.
"That's not what we're saying at all. We’re saying he really likes you. He’s a gentleman. He obviously just respects you a lot and is probably too scared to make a move. I mean, he's risking getting his ass beat by Alby just to sleep in your bed and not even getting his rocks off. Trust me when I say it - that boy likes you."
I felt a smile crawl onto my lips at Jeff's answer, though it also brought a pang of anxiety into my gut. Did that mean that I would have to be the one to make the first move? And would it even be worth it to do so? It wasn't like we could have a real relationship in here. We'd have to keep it hidden - and I could get Newt into so much trouble. Would it be better to just keep things as they were now? My mind raced with different worries and questions, and I supposed that it was visible on my face as Jeff gently patted my arm and smiled.
"But hey, we're going to be here for a long time. There's no rush for you to make a move."
“Wait for the next batch of Gally’s recipe and maybe he will." Clint snorted, and then sighed with a tone of amusement "I can't believe he's been sleeping in your bed. That dumb, lovestruck boy."
For the rest of the day, I was unable to think of anything but my conversation with the two med-jacks. Even when Patrick came back into the room, having found the removed end of his finger, and requested that we reattach it - which we did - I was hardly able to speak to him. No casual conversation or banter came to my mind, instead all there was was Newt. His tender touches to the bruises on my neck and the depth of his chocolate eyes.
I thought of the different ways that I could 'make my move' - from just outright confessing my confusing feelings to giving him a kiss on the lips after he cuddled in tight to me. But none of them felt like good ideas; too weird or too risky, and so I decided against it, reminding myself of Jeff's statement that 'there was no rush'.
When I finally saw Newt at dinner, I watched him differently with the knowledge that at least Clint and Jeff thought he liked me. Usually, his stare seemed only slightly protective, more authoritative than anything, but now it felt stronger and more intense - like he was trying to read my mind. I was glad that he couldn't, particularly when his hand brushed against mine and all I could think about was the size of them. How I wanted his strong fingers wrapped around mine, or more shamefully how I wanted them inside of me. I shuddered at the thought.
I wondered if Newt ever thought about me in that way. If he did, then surely it would be in bed when he was beside me. Surely I would feel it. Unless he really had as much self control as Jeff and Clint seemed to think he had.
When he eventually joined me in bed, long after it had gotten dark, I was relieved as usual by his presence. His grassy scent and strong arms were an aphrodisiac that instantly made me feel more relaxed.
"Patrick's bloody grateful about his finger. Heard you did quite a fine job." Was the first thing he said, his voice pleased and soft in my ear.
"Well it's not going to be properly healed for a while yet. He really ought to avoid using that finger at all." I replied, wriggling comfortably against his warm chest.
"The boy's mad. He'll probably lose it again before it has a chance to heal."
"For shuck's sake."
"Don't stress about it darling. You and the wonder duo will be able to patch it right back up. And if not, then he's lost half a finger. That's his problem."
I chuckled lightly at that and nodded, though the use of the word 'darling' did temporarily short circuit my brain. It never used to, but now that I felt there might be some meaning behind it, it affected me differently. Was I really his darling?
"I must say, although you've certainly added to the magic of the med-hut, I'm still a bit gutted that you didn't choose to be a track-hoe. Could've done with you out there too." He continued.
"You don't need me out there. You boys have got a good system in place already."
"Might not need you but we really want you." He murmured and I let out a small gasp at that, blushing at the thought that popped into my head.
"Not like that! You bloody pervert." Newt chuckled, his arm tightening around me. "It's just.. you're funny, and you're smart. You're nice to be around, Angel, whether you see that or not."
I wasn't sure how to respond, grateful for his compliment but also stuck on the suggestion that he didn't want me 'like that'. My mood suddenly didn't feel so light, uncertainty bouncing around my head again. An unintentional sigh left my lips as I breathed out "Thanks."
Newt didn't seem to notice my mood change, luckily, and if he did he just accounted it as tiredness.
"Any time." He responded, and I could hear the smile on his lips. "Goodnight, Angel."
"Goodnight."
I drifted to sleep pretty quickly after that, perhaps more tired than I'd realised, but I wasn't asleep for very long. It seemed that I was experiencing the confusing flash of broken memories again, though these ones were more clear than my previous ones, and much more troubling.
Three boys sneaking out of a window with me - one of them holding a glass bottle tightly with a pleased grin on his face. I instinctively knew that he'd stolen it from the leaders in lab coats, and I felt my arm tickle where my tattoo was - though it wasn't there yet. Two of the boys I knew that I recognised, but their faces were blurs of colour, like looking at an image through muddy water.
Our group getting caught but the third, entirely unknown boy getting away with it somehow. A man shouting at us and using the now empty bottle as a weapon, smashing it against the head of one of the boys and then slashing the chest of the other, becoming more enraged when neither of them made a sound in response. I hissed something, though I wasn't sure what, and it caught his attention. His mouth was all I could see; grinning sinisterly, and then suddenly I was being held down by him whilst the boys shouted, held down by their own constraints. But before I could learn what he did to me, or properly process the voices of the boys, the memory changed.
Watching something from a control room - being forced to do so. It wasn't clear at first, multiple screens displaying a fuzzy image, but then the sound of a terrified scream reached my ears and I somehow instinctively knew that it belonged to a friend... to Minho. My fingers tightly gripped a plastic arm of an uncomfortable chair and my heart jumped into my throat. Seconds later, a monster became visible on a monitor - unlike anything I'd ever seen before. The space on my foot where my 'RUN' tattoo would be burnt. The creature was a horrifying mix of flesh and metal, sickening to look at it, and it was chasing Minho relentlessly whilst a lab coat gleefully reminded me that "This was my fault."
The next vision I saw started with the bowl of a toilet. It's insides were splattered orange and red, and before I could look around to inspect the rest of the room, there was more acidic colour coming from my mouth. A considerably thicker amount of red came up this time, my whole body lurching forward as it did, and the smell that hit my nose was more coppery than I expected, alerting me to the fact that I was in fact throwing up blood and seemingly a lot of it. "What the fuck have they given her?" A panicked voice came from beside me and I knew who it belonged to even before I felt their warm hand on my back. "It's okay my angel. Alby's going to get someone." Newt cooed softly as he gently rubbed my back. "Those fucking bastards. They're awful but they won't let you die, I promise. My beautiful girl." Another spurt of colour shot from my mouth, twisting my gut as it did, and then I was suddenly being harshly lifted from my crouched position by a masked man. He was clearly ignoring the protesting shouts from the people around him, most recognisably from Newt and Gally but I even heard a girl's in there too. "They'll pay for this one day. Just hold on."
*Newt’s POV*
I was shaken awake from a pleasant dream, my vision blurry and brain confused as I stepped from the comfortable boundaries of rest and into the waking world. Had I overslept again? Shit. In a moment of slight panic, I blinked a few times and stretched my arms, ready to leap from bed and start the day. But then I noticed that there wasn't the comfort of a soft body against mine nor the light of the morning sun. In fact, it was almost pitch black apart from an unfamiliar twinkle in the eyes in front of me - a pair of eyes that I had become extremely familiar with.
Angel looked scared - more than scared, she looked mortified. I had seen no true crack in her brave front since her second day in the Glade when Jackson cornered her, from that moment on she had seemed as fearless as even Alby - even when Nick attacked her. This had to mean that something bad had happened - perhaps something truly horrendous.
My heart jumped into my throat, envisioning that one of my worst fears had come true again - someone had hurt her - but before I could ask what was wrong, the girl spoke.
"I had more memories- bad ones. Th-They did such bad things. To all of us. A-And Minho- poor Minho. They tortured him. Be-Because of me!"
As she choked on her words, I realised that she was crying and I quickly pulled her into a hug, shushing her as I tried to process exactly what she was saying.
"Woah, woah. Sssh. Slow down, darling. It's alright. You're safe now. We all are." I whispered, feeling her body shake against mine.
"Y-You looked after me. And Alby. A-And Gally. And some girl! Th-They made me sick. Really sick! Wicked did!.. Oh but Minho! It was awful! This monster- it was the w-worst thing I'd ever seen!" She continued to cry, gripping me like she would fall if she let go.
"Hey, hey. It's alright now though. We're all alright. It was just some bad memories. Take some deep breaths. You're safe, darling." I cooed quietly, rubbing her back with one of my hands whilst the other remained on her waist.
She pulled away slightly, just by a few inches, and I could see her face again as she followed my instruction and tried to control her breathing. I hated to think it, but she looked magnificent with a wet face. There was something innocent and vulnerable about it, like a doe caught in headlights. Her fat, pouting bottom lip, the spreading redness of her nose and cheeks, the shine in her big, brown, sparkly eyes. I didn't wish to see it more often, but I did wish that I could keep the image perfectly engraved into my psyche.
Maybe I had been staring too intensely, because her expression suddenly changed. She swallowed as she finally caught her breath and furrowed her brows, then she shook her head - like she was answering a question to herself - and then suddenly, she leaned in close. So close that our lips almost touched. My breath caught in my throat. Was she.. going to kiss me?
She hovered there for a second before finally closing the gap and burying her lips into mine, the pink cushions feeling even more plush than I'd imagined. I was shocked - too shocked to respond - but when she pulled away with a look of upset on her face, I felt control of my body suddenly return to me and I, somewhat automatically, held the back of her neck and pushed her back onto me, syncing my lips with hers like the gears of a well oiled machine.
She tasted like flesh but in a way that I couldn't describe. More tasty and sweet than I would've thought possible. And the wet inside of her mouth was warm and inviting, creating a vacuum as I pressed myself tightly to her.
It was all I had wished for and more. As cliche as I'd hoped - fireworks exploding in my belly and my mind going blank. My left hand started to slip upwards so that it was running through her thick hair whilst my right hand gripped her waist slightly tighter, but then before I could deepen the contact any further she pulled away, looking up at me and breathing deeply as she did.
Her face was still damp and I realised that some of her tears had rubbed off onto my face too, leaving tiny patches of slight coldness contrasted heavily to the heat I felt on my lips. I wanted to move a hand to touch my lips, to feel the trace of where hers had touched, but then I registered that she was in fact still actually in my hands and a grin spread across my face uncontrollably.
She smiled too, though her face still looked like a vulnerable doe and a collection of droplets hung from her eyelashes. Her expression was hard to pin point - edging between emotional distance and extreme concentration in a way that I couldn't quite understand.
Should I have done that? Was wrong that I'd kissed her back when she so clearly wasn't in an excellent state of mind? Had I taken advantage?
"Are you okay?" I finally spoke, my hands slowly removing themselves from their positions on her body.
She took a moment to answer, swallowing and nodding to herself again before quietly saying "I will be."
"Are you sure?" I asked and then quickly amended "I mean- not that you won't be. But do you want to talk?"
She looked around the room with a dissociated expression.
"I- I don't know. The dream was so bad, but that was... so nice." She blushed. "I think- I think we might've been together... before all of this."
Then she lowered herself so that she was lying down in the bed again, a yawn leaving her mouth before she continued. Her eyes had almost dried by this point, though her face was still red and her tone was still distant.
"I'll tell you everything I saw in the morning... it was so bad, I- I don't want to dream of it again."
I slipped back down the bed and resumed my previous position of laying beside her, slowly snaking my arm underneath her torso and wrapping it around her.
"Well hopefully you'll just be dreaming of that kiss now, aye darling?" I grinned and could practically feel the heat radiating from her face. "I know I will."
She chuckled lightly and buried her face into the pillow.
"Goodnight, Newt."
"Goodnight, Angel."