Im Going To Do Something For Requests. If You Dont Want To Request A Specific Thing Then U Can Just Request

I’m going to do something for requests. If you don’t want to request a specific thing then u can just request a word and I’ll write the first thing that comes to mind when I think of that word. :)

I’m going to reply to some stuff that my phone isn’t letting me reply to:

Thank you, I’m glad you like them! Thanks for almost always being the first one to like my posts! 🫶

It’s alright, I’m glad that you enjoy them, honestly I’ve been doing the same thing myself 😁

Thank you! That means a lot!! I’m just happy people enjoy my writing. 🤩

Greenie

Greenie (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 576 words

Warnings: don’t think there is any, but just be aware because I’m not good at spotting these

Summary: by the time Newt gets out of the Medjack’s hut, he finds there is a new greenie, you.

(I’ve put (prompts) in here that you can customise depending on what applies to you, to make this feel a little more personal. just trying this out cause this is my first Newt POV)

Newt POV (gasp exciting 😱)

I sit between two other gladers, elbows on my knees and hands twisted in my lap. Minho and Tommy sits beside me.

“So, did you two find anything new today?” I say.

they shake their head, and I sigh, “How did Alby do without me.” I smile.

Tommy laughs, “you were in the medjack hut for like three days, not much has changed.

Minho looks at his friend in mock disbelief, “what on earth are you talking about Thomas, you didn’t see him bawling his eyes out when his little gardener got punched by Gally.”

“I hear he’s still in the slammer.” I sit forwards in my seat. Minho grins, “you think Alby would let him get away with what he did, not only punching you but talking rubbish about this ugly shank” he gestures to Tommy and he smiles.

just at that moment, a person that I had never seen before strolled past me. I find myself turning in my seat to follow them with my eyes.

they walk confidently past, flicking their, (colour of your hair) hair, out of their eyes.

I turn back to the other two and jerk my thumb at the newbie. “Who’s that?”

“New greenie, arrived here about two days ago, you were still with the medjacks”

I turn back to look at them, laughing with some of the others. “What’s their name?” I don’t take my eyes off them.

“y/n”

“y/n” I find myself smiling, “that’s a really nice name”

“It is” Minho agrees, grinning at my face.

“You’re not usually this interested in the greenie Newt” Tommy is watching me closely and I force my face to become straight.

“I’m going to go and introduce myself”

I stand up, and see the others grin at each other as I walk over to the greenie.

“Hey.” I raise a hand and the newbie turns towards me.

they smile, “hi, I haven’t seen you around here, are you new too”

I have to stop myself from laughing, “no, I’m one of the people who’ve been here longest”

they nod their head and outstretch their hand, “my name is y/n, and yours is?”

“Newt.” I take their hand and shake it.

“Newt, Newt” they murmur, then they snap their fingers, “yes I remember you, those two over there,” they gesture towards Minho and Tommy, “told me about you”

“Oh really, what did they say.” I find myself expecting the worst.

“They told me you are second in command, and you help around when Alby can’t lead this lot. the brown haired one,” they point to Tommy, “told me you’re nice.”

I find my hopes lifting despite myself. “and the black haired one,” my heart sinks, “told me you’re an ugly shank, whatever that means.”

I look at Minho who is smiling innocently. “I don’t think you’re ugly though.” I look back at them and see them blinking (colour of your eyes) eyes. “you don’t?”

“Nope.”

I find myself smiling, “I don’t think you’re ugly. I think you’re pretty. your hair is very pretty and your eyes are beautiful”

they start blushing, turning away with a hand over their mouth.

“Well, I’ll see you around y/n.” I start to walk away, back to Tommy and Minho, smiling goofily.

I sit between them. “so, how did your two get on.” Minho kicks one of his legs over the other.

I grin at him, “that’s the one for me!”

(Hope you like this, I tried something different, I’m sorry if it’s not great, I’m trying to learn as I go)

I can’t reply on the comments cause my phone is very goofy, but yeah, thanks for requesting it. I had to write it as soon as possible, it was awesome I really enjoyed it!!!

Rereading a fanfic and saw that autocorrect changed ‘you see Minho leaning on one of the walls’ to ‘you see Minho licking one of the walls’.

Hate it when that happens 😂

Too Scared to Sleep

Too Scared to Sleep (Thomas x Minho)

Word Count: 1178 words

Warnings: SPOILERS, GORE, BLOOD!! hallucinations, kissing, cuddling

Summary: Since they reached the safe haven without Chuck, Teresa and Newt, Minho and Thomas haven’t been able to sleep.

(Alright, clearing up some stuff, I know nobody asked for this, but I read a request from @minewtiscute wrong, my brain thinking I remembered it was Minho x Thomas when it was Minho x Newt. I spent 5 hours on this, and only just realised. so after clearing up the fact I can’t read, please enjoy a fanfic that nobody asked for. I’m sorry to @minewtiscute and I will be doing your request next!)

(Also if nobody enjoys this, I’ll replace it with the new one!)

Thomas’ eyes snap open and he jerks into sitting position. the sky outside the window is dark, and the boy is in no way surprised.

it wasn’t like it was unusual for him to wake several times in the night.

yes, they might have made it to the safe haven, but no matter how safe they were it wouldn’t stop the nightmares.

it wouldn’t stop cranks looming from the shadows, inhuman screams issuing from the air itself, or ghostly, hollow eyed versions of his dead friends, shouting accusations at him for their deaths.

Teresa, with crushed limbs, torn, bloodied clothes and the grey powder of rock tinging her black hair. Chuck, with wide gaping eyes and mouth, a patch of scarlet on his chest, spilling all over his shirt. Newt, with black veins climbing his body, large oversized pupils, and a bloody mass staining the side of his head and splattering his hair. all blaming him for their passing.

and to tell the truth, he believed them. no matter what Minho and the others said, he can’t help thinking, if he had pushed Chuck out of the way, if he had noticed the rubble so Teresa wouldn’t have had to save him, if he hadn’t pulled the trigger that ended Newt’s life.

whenever he confided this to Minho he would tell him he couldn’t possibly have known that the bullet or rubble were coming, that if he hadn’t killed his friend, then the boy would have found a way to do it himself.

Thomas looks over to Minho now. he lays curled in the bed they shared, a slight crease on his forehead, and frown on his face. no doubt he was reliving horrifying scenes as well.

his eyes are squeezed shut and he keeps tossing and turning, groaning quietly and drawing his knees closer to his chin.

Thomas shifts closer to the boy and gently touches his shoulder, shaking him from whatever foul visions he was experiencing.

his dark eyes open, at first looking confused and slightly scared.

“Thomas,” he pushes himself into a sitting position, “are you alright?”

“I don’t think either of us are alright, especially not you. you looked like you were being tortured in your sleep.”

“Speak for yourself. have you gotten any sleep at all tonight?”

“yes.”

it was true, Thomas had slept that night, maybe an hour or so, which was significantly good for him, yet that did not make him feel any less drained.

the nightmares wouldn’t let any of you sleep. the screams, the visions. it was one of the reasons that the two boys had decided to share a bed.

they were still terrible yes, but much easier to manage when there was someone else with them. knowing they’re not alone.

the two sit in silence, both thinking. both too scared to sleep.

fingers intertwine themselves with Thomas’ and he looks down to see Minho, not looking at him, gripping his hand. the boy squeezes and Thomas’ squeezes back.

still not saying anything to each other, they shift closer together, shoulders brushing, leaning on the bedframe. Thomas leans his head on the other’s shoulder, his dark hair tickling Minho’s neck.

Minho rests his own head on the boy’s head, closing his eyes and wrapping an arm around him.

he lets out a low sigh that rustles Thomas’ hair and closes his eyes. the other boy looks into the darkness, the looming, horrifying face still burned there, yet they did not advance. they crouched, wreathed by shadow, growling and hissing darkly.

yet even those started to fade as Minho presses a gentle kiss to his head and strokes his hand softly with his thumb.

Thomas closed his eyes, feeling sleep tugging at his mind. he does not resist, but instead lets it pull him under.

his dreams are filled with his lost friends, but they are not hollow eyed, or grotesquely disfigured.

no, he was in a lush field with forests around it, a blue sky above him. flowers dotted the long grass and birds chirped from the leaves of the trees.

his three friends sit together, beckoning and smiling at him. he joins them and sits in the sun. they talk to him and he talks back, telling them about the safe haven. about how Frypan insisted feeding them all huge plates of food for every meal. how Minho and Brenda could always be found, challenging each other to arm wrestles. how everyone missed them.

by the time he reaches this topic, Thomas cannot stop himself from saying the thing he had wanted to say since they had died.

“Listen, I’m sorry you died, it’s my fault, I know.” he looks at his hands, twisted in his lap.

a hand rests on his shoulder and he looks into the dark eyes and freckled face of Newt. “Hey.” he gives him a small smile, “it’s not your fault, you did what you could.”

“I failed you guys.”

Chuck’s slightly pudgy hand pats the brunet’s cold, intertwined ones, “you didn’t fail us, you were the reason we got this far.”

“Chuck’s right.” Teresa’s blue eyes meet his, “if it weren’t for you, we would probably all still be stuck in that shucked maze.”

“At least we would have been safe.”

“Safe,” Newt laughs softly, “safe isn’t the way to live a life. danger is what makes life interesting, it’s what makes life worth living. if you were safe all the time, what kind of life would that be.”

“a pretty boring one.” Thomas gives one of the first smiles he had in a while.

“Exactly.” Teresa pats his arm, “don’t beat yourself up Tom.”

“Yeah, we’re alright, at least we’re not alone, right?”

Thomas looks at all of their smiling faces and feels his heart lift a little. then they all suddenly look at the sky, as though a sound had issued from it. they look back at him, small smiles on their faces.

“I think it’s time for you to go Tommy.” Newt tells him softly.

the four of them stand, a cool breeze rustling their hair and hitting their faces. Chuck moves forwards and he hugs first him, then Teresa and then finally Newt.

he faces the three of them and opens his mouth to ask.

“We’ve already talked to Minho.” Teresa says as though she knew what he were about to say.

Thomas nods,

“Goodbye, Chuck, Teresa, Newt.”

“Goodbye,” the three of their words mingle together,

“Tom.”

“Thomas.”

“Tommy.”

he raises a hand in farewell and the last thing he sees before being pulled back to reality, his three friends, all smiling and waving at him, hair rustling in the breeze and faces illuminated in golden light.

Thomas opens his eyes, feeling something brushing his hair rhythmically. he looks up to see Minho, smiling softly down at him and stroking his hair.

the boy snuggles further into his arms, closing his eyes against the dawn light filtering into the room. he lets out a happy sigh, feeling calm and content for the first time since, well, forever.