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Harry Potter 

Fred Weasley

Tickle Fights

Game On

Perfect

The Mistakes We Make

The Mistakes We Make Part 2

The Mistakes We Make Part 3

Follow the Rules

Tipsy

Blissful Ignorance

Bedridden Boyfriend 

Ron Weasley

It’s About Time

Stressed Out

Sunset

Remus Lupin

Prefect Perks

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

A Fresh Start

It’s You and Me

It’s You and Me Part 2

It’s You and Me Part 3

Still You

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Fight Me

Out of Place

Maze Runner

Newt

Finally

Here

Petite

Moonshine

Mistaken Bruises

Flour Shower

Jealous

The Happiest of Birthdays

Thomas

Wounded

Full of Surprises

Minho

Worth It

For Minho

For Minho Part 2

Marvel

Peter Parker

Busted

Crossfire

Tea?

Sad Songs

13 Reasons Why

Montgomery De La Cruz

Hold Me Close

Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Always Been You

The Flash

Barry Allen

Nobody

Changes

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Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

Monty comes to the reader after trouble at home and they comfort him :(

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Word Count - 1.8k

It was almost 3 am when your doorbell rang multiple times. Your parents were at a wedding for the weekend so you were home alone. Sitting up abruptly in bed, you quickly woke up, threw on a hoodie and jogged downstairs. Cautiously opening the door, your eyes fell onto a familiar figure.

Montgomery De La Cruz.

You'd known Monty since the two of you started at Liberty and never been especially close but knew each other relatively well. There always seemed to be some form of flirting happening between the two of you but it never turned into anything more. You knew he was damaged and that he didn't have much self-control. You'd witnessed him lashing out multiple times, firing like a loose cannon. He hung around Bryce and the other jocks which meant you'd normally sit with him at lunch, being good friends with Justin, Scott and some of the others.

However, the boy stood in front of you now was not the one you seemed to know. His head was bowed and his hood was covering most of his face.

"Monty?" You asked, his head raising slightly.

"I-just." his voice broke slightly as he tried to speak, "please can I come in, Y/n. I don't know where else to go." He stated. The way he said your name made your heart break slightly, it was so hollow.

You nodded your head and closed the door behind him once he was inside. Flicking on the light, you could see him clearly. The side of his face was red, with some parts turning black and he had fresh scratches all over.

You gasped slightly as the realisation hit you. You'd always seen Monty with bruises or cuts but you'd assumed they'd been from football or fistfights. A wave of guilt rushed over you. You'd never realised what was happening at home.

"I'm so sorry, Monty." You whispered, stepping closer to him.

He avoided your gaze and opened his mouth but only a croak came out as you saw a tear fall from his eye. You wrapped your arms around him and he rested his head on yours. His body shook with shaky breaths as you felt your own tears forming behind your eyes. You'd thought Monty was damaged but you were wrong; he wasn't damaged, he was completely broken.

You pulled away from the hug after a little while and looked at his red eyes, tears still falling. Seeing him like this made you feel sick to your stomach. You took his hand, interlocking your fingers and leading him to the kitchen. He stood, leaning on the counter, as you fished around in the cupboards, pulling out two mugs, hot chocolate powder and mini marshmallows. You walked over to the freezer and pulled out a bag of peas. He watched you as you moved around the kitchen, filling the mugs with milk and putting them in the microwave. You walked over and handed him the frozen peas. The corners of his mouth tilted upwards as a thank you. He put the bag onto his bruised cheek and winced slightly at the pressure and the cold. You didn't expect him to talk about it, he wasn't a very talkative person; especially when it came to something personal.

The kitchen stood silent as the two of you didn't say anything. It wasn't exactly a comfortable silence but there wasn't anything awkward about it either. Since you'd opened the door, you'd been wondering why Monty had come here. Come to you, at his most vulnerable and when he needed someone the most. He had come to you.

You knew Bryce was out of town for the weekend at some fancy country club party with his parents but there were loads of other people. The whole baseball team, for example. But no, Monty had come to your house.

You were drawn out of your thoughts by the microwave beeping. You walked over and grabbed the mugs, setting them down quickly before they scorched your hands. You picked up two generous handfuls of marshmallows and put them on top. Turning around, you could see Monty was smiling at you. It was only a small smile and the majority of his face was covered by the bag of peas but you still saw it. You carried the mugs into your living room and set them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, Monty following behind.

You realised you hadn’t even asked if he wanted a drink, you’d just made one. Whenever you were down or needing cheering up, hot chocolate was always the answer. It was an automatic response, you were never the greatest at consoling people but you were a good listener and always there for your friends and surely you’d have to be crazy to decline a mug of hot chocolate.

He sat down and put his head in his hands, placing the bag of peas on the table.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," he whispered as you sat beside him on the sofa. It was the first time he'd spoken since he'd stood on your doorstep.

“Sorry? Monty, you have no reason to be," you replied softly, tilting your head to try and see his face.

He looked up at you with desperate eyes.

"It's not fair, to come here and dump this on you. I just-" He paused, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

You moved closer to him and placed your hand on his shoulder.

"I promise you, it's okay. You're not dumping anything on me, I’m here, Monty. I want to help."

He looked at you as you felt tears in your eyes, threatening to fall. You didn't know why seeing him like this made you feel so deeply sad. You felt like you should've been here for him ages ago. But, how could you? You didn't know what was happening and you didn't know how. The best you'd been able to come up with so far was hot chocolate and marshmallows. A tear slipped out as you realised you had no idea how to make any of this better.

He silently wiped your tear away as you looked up at him.

"I just knew that if I was with you, I'd feel better." He whispered, his hand lingering on your cheek.

You smiled slightly as your stomach twisted at his words and a warmth spread through your body and up to your cheeks. Except, at the same time, looking at him devastated you. You closed your eyes as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

When you opened them, Monty was closer to you and you felt your heartbeat quicken. You stared into his dark eyes and before you were fully aware of what was happening, you shut your eyes and Monty's lips were on yours. He kissed you softly as you moved your hand from his shoulder and onto the back of his neck, your fingers wandering into his dark hair as you pulled him closer. You didn't know a single kiss could hold so much emotion, but this one did. It was slow and gentle, neither of you wanting to change it into something more. It sparked something inside of you that you hadn't felt before, making your skin feel electric to his touch. The two of you parted and just looked at each other, both at a loss for words.

Monty didn't say anything instead, he just looked at you, trying to read your expression. Your head spun, in your mind, you’d always disregarded the comments Monty had made at school, knowing he said the same to other girls.

However, thinking about it, lately, he hadn’t been complimenting other girls… just you.

A small smile spread across your lips and you kissed him again. He pulled you into his lap as you wrapped your arms around him. You pulled away and looked at the bruise on the side of his face.

“It’s fine, Y/n, it’s just a bruise. He was drunk and I said something I shouldn’t have.” He replied, looking away from you.

“It’s not fine.” You whispered softly, resting your forehead on his.

He kissed you again, his hands bringing you closer to him. He never wanted to let you go and he needed you with him.

“At least, stay here for the weekend.” You mumbled, being careful to not put your hands on his bruise.

“What about your parents? I don’t want to get you in trouble, Y/n,” He replied, his voice soft.

“They’re not here and even if they were, I can talk to them and-“

You looked at him with sad eyes and buried your head into his neck. He sighed and hugged you tight.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, not saying anything and just enjoying the feeling of having the other in your arms.

You yawned, remembering it was the middle of the night.

“Do you wanna go upstairs?” You asked, ignoring the hot chocolates sat on the coffee table.

“Yeah, okay,” He replied softly.

You slipped off of him and stood up, offering your hand to pull him up. The two of you walked up the stairs and you lead him to your room. You were glad your parents had made you tidy it the day before, as it was actually in an okay state for someone else to be seeing it.

Monty walked over to the photos stuck on the wall and looked at all the smiling faces. One was from a house party at Bryce's a few months ago; there were a couple of other people in the photo but Monty noticed that you and he were looking at each other and laughing, each holding a red cup filled with god knows what and raising them to each other. He thought back to that night and remembered thinking how pretty you’d looked.

You walked over to him and rested your head on his shoulder, following his eyes to the photo. It was one of the only photos you had together but you had always loved it.

“I beat you at beer pong that night,” You stated with a smile.

Monty smiled at you properly for the first time and shook his head, “we’ll have to have a rematch,” he replied, turning to look at you, "and I’m pretty sure that was Reed’s fault, not mine,” He added, causing you to smile.

You took off your hoodie and climbed into bed. Monty climbed in next to you and rolled over to look at you. He tangled you up in his arms and pulled you close, resting his head on yours. You felt his heartbeat slow and his body relax as you buried your head in his chest and breathed in his scent.

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Percy Jackson x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Can you make a x reader with Percy Jackson were the reader is feeling insecure and Percy makes her feel better?

Word Count - 1.8k

The summer after your 16th birthday, everything had changed. You'd discovered the truth about your parents after living with your dad your whole life with no mother. Your dad was a regular human and your mum... Well, your mum just happened to be a Goddess. The Goddess of the Hunt and Wilderness to be specific; Artemis.

You'd always been good at Latin in school and then, after realising your true identity, it made sense. The knowledge you had was already rooted deep inside of you and the legends and myths you learned were now your reality. That summer you had gone to Camp Half-Blood and met others like you. People with the skills you had and who were also children of Gods. You moved into Cabin 8 and became a Hunter of Artemis along with your siblings.

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You had now been at Camp for at least a year and you understood more about your mother and being a hunter. Being a child of Artemis meant that you were extremely skilled with a bow and arrow, just like your siblings, and that you were quite quick on your feet.

Although you spent a lot of time with your siblings, you were also close to some of the other campers. Including Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon. You were sat at dinner with Grover, Annabeth and a couple of your siblings when Percy walked over, having been talking with Chiron for a while. He sat down in the empty spot next to you and reached for some food, smiling at you.

"Hey, how's your day been?" Percy asked lightly.

"Yeah, good thanks. Yours?" You replied, smiling at him. He nodded in response but gave you a strange look you couldn't quite decipher.

The truth was it hadn't been much of a good day but you didn't need Percy to know that. He already had so much going on his life and you didn't want to complicate it more by overloading him with things he didn't need to worry about. One of those things being that you liked him...

You'd been crushing on Percy pretty much since the day you'd met him but never had the courage to tell him. It was stupid, there's no way the Son of Poseidon would be interested in someone like you. Or at least that's how you viewed it. Sure, you and Percy were close but he was close with everyone, you weren't an exception.

Anyway, you'd struggled through your day no matter how awful it was. First off, one of your younger siblings had borrowed your favourite bow and broken it. You knew you could find another one but you'd liked that one and it was annoying to go through the process of finding another good one. Then you'd had to face a whole load of Ares' kids in one-to-one fights and had pretty much lost them all. Being a Hunter meant you were good at long-distance fighting; shooting and running for example. Up close, you weren't quite as quick as other campers and you hated it.

You continued to tuck into your dinner until one of the Ares campers walked past and shoved you slightly, causing you to spill your drink.

"Oh sorry, Y/n!" She said, full of sarcasm, "I didn't see you there." She smirked, walking on to her table.

You looked up at the rest of your table, hoping no one had noticed. Luckily, they were all deep in conversation and you didn't think anyone had.

Then another Ares girl came along and shoved you just like her sister, a little harder this time. You looked up at her and glared.

"What? Are you gonna get angry little Hunter? I'm sure I could push you to the floor easily just like earlier in the arena." She raised her eyebrows at you and smiled wickedly before moving on.

You'd had enough and mumbled something to the rest of the group about needing to re-string your bow before standing up and walking away. You felt tears threatening to fall. You knew you shouldn't listen to them but you couldn't help it. You felt like you didn't belong here, at all. You weren't good enough to be the child of a Goddess and you knew your mother would never be proud of you. Yes, she had claimed you when you'd arrived but, since then, you never felt a strong connection with her. You wanted to go back to how it was before you knew you were only half human. Things were better then, you'd had loads of friends at school and been on loads of sports teams due to your enhanced speed and strength. Even more, you were happy.

You weren't miserable at camp, but you were far from happy. The first few months it had been excusable, you were new. But now, it was just a joke and you hated how useless you felt. 

Wandering through camp lost in your thoughts, you eventually found yourself in the forest by a small stream. You sat down and put your head in your hands, closing your eyes and letting a few tears begin to fall. You didn't want to feel like this but you didn't know how to fix it. You'd tried to train to be better but it just seemed like you weren't improving at all. If anything, the extra training you put in just made you feel even more tired when you had to actually fight. You were so lost in your head that you didn't hear someone in the woods until they sat down next to you, causing you to jump out of your skin.

You knew straight away it was Percy, his distinctive smell floating into the air around you. "I wondered where you'd run off to but I had a feeling it would be here." He muttered, nudging you slightly.

You lifted your head and looked at him. His expression changed to worry when he saw your red puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"Y/n? What happened?" He asked, his voice laced with worry.

"Nothing," You whispered, shaking your head and trying to wipe the tears away, which was no use because the taps were open now and they just kept falling no matter how hard you tried to stop them.

"You're a terrible liar, you know. You have a tell." He chuckled slightly as you raised your eyebrows questionably.

"Whenever I ask if you're okay or how your day was, you tell me it's good but you always look away straight after and don't look me straight in the eye. You just put on a smile and keep going." He said, smiling sadly.

You looked at him, not knowing what to say.

"So, Y/n... Are you okay?" He asked, taking your hand in his.

You looked into his eyes and knew you couldn't lie to him.

"No, not really," you murmured, looking down at the ground "I... I just feel useless, Perce. Sure, I can fire an arrow but that's about as far as my skill set goes and I've tried so hard to be better but I'm just not. And the Ares girls they just..."

You trailed off trying to fight back a fresh fall of tears.

Percy didn't say anything for a moment, instead, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. He rested his head on yours, "Y/n, you are not useless. And you have way more skills than firing arrows, although you are pretty amazing at it. I've never seen anyone hit the middle of a target every time like you." He said, causing you to smile slightly. "And who cares about the Ares kids, they're a bunch of arrogant a-holes with pea-brains." You laughed slightly as he retracted his arms to look at you.

"There it is," He smiled, "that amazing smile." You blushed slightly and looked away.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry it took me so long to realise you were feeling this way. I wish you could see how awesome you are."

"No, it's okay. I didn't want to dump it all on you, you have a lot on your plate." You replied, placing your hand on his.

"I wouldn't mind having more if that meant spending time with you..." He answered, his cheeks flushing slightly pink as he looked at you.

You looked up at him through blurred eyes and your eyebrows moved together as you tried to find out what he was feeling. Normally you could read him like a book because his poker face was not very good but right now, you couldn't read him at all. 

His hand moved from yours to your cheek as he wiped away the last few tears that fell.

"You're so beautiful, Y/n. You're unlike anyone I've ever met. You're the kindest, funniest and most brilliant person I know." He whispered, staring into your eyes. You could feel the heat rushing into your cheeks as he looked at you.

His eyes flicked down your lips, only momentarily but you'd caught it. You took the leap and leaned closer into him and closed your eyes. He followed, closing the rest of the gap and pressing his lips onto yours. Your hands moved to the back of his head, tangling in his dark hair, his arms snaking around your waist. The kiss was slightly salty and you thought it was probably a mixture of your tears and the fact that you were kissing the Son of Poseidon.

Percy pulled away and looked at you, seeming mesmerised.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," He smiled down at you. You shook your head and smiled back, "I was just about to say the same thing..."

He kissed you again before pulling away and standing up.

"C'mon, I saved the rest of my dinner for you," He offered his hand and pulled you up.

You suddenly realised that you hadn't really touched much of your food before leaving dinner and you were still hungry. The two of you walked out of the forest and over towards Percy's cabin, where he'd stashed the rest of the food. Once inside, you sat on Percy's bed and rested your head on his shoulder whilst you munched your way through the rest of your meal.

"Y/n," he started, "you know what you said about fighting and everything..." 

You looked up at him and hummed in response, your mouth filled with salad.

"What if I trained you?"

You sat up and looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Only if you want to, of course." He added, seeing the quizzical look on your face.

The look quickly morphed into a smile as you nodded, "that would be amazing. Thank you, Perce."

"Hey, anything to show those Ares girls who's boss right?" He chuckled as you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly, sighing happily.

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Peter Parker x Reader

Peter comforts reader after they have a pretty shitty week :)

Word Count - 2.3k

It had been a long day. Scratch that, a long week. It seemed as if nothing was gonna go right for you. Monday morning, you'd woken up with a pounding headache right before a biology exam. The exam had been ridiculously hard and even though you'd studied hard, there were topics you'd never even seen before, let alone learned and revised. Tuesday, you missed the bus and had to walk home in the pouring rain. Throughout the week, little things got to you and ticked you off. Your parents were on a new diet and had gone dairy free. The food they cooked wasn't bad but they'd also removed all dairy products from the house, meaning you had to unwillingly partake in the diet also. Usually, it wouldn't have annoyed you but, after a couple of bad days, all you wanted was some ice cream and chocolate.

You got home on Friday evening, just escaping the rain as you opened your front door. You dropped your bag on the floor and slumped on the sofa. The house was completely silent besides the soft patter of rain on the windows. You got up from the sofa and walked to your bedroom. You switched your speaker on and connected it to your phone. Scrolling through your playlists you couldn't decide what you wanted to listen to. You weren't sure whether it was the depressing weather outside or the rough ride you'd had this week but your sad playlist seemed to fit the mood best; the playlist you would normally listen to after watching a sad film or when you were just feeling a bit subdued, like today.

You took your speaker into the bathroom and hopped into your warm shower. You softly sang along to the music as you washed the shampoo out of your hair. After showering, you put on your comfiest trackies and an oversized hoodie you'd stolen from your Dad.

You walked into the kitchen to make something to eat, chucking your phone on the sofa and putting the speaker on the counter beside you. Opening the fridge, you sighed at the lack of interesting food. After scanning the shelves you decided on some pasta with a weird sauce your Dad had bought and flicked the kettle on for the saucepan.

Peter's POV

Peter jumped in through his window after swinging around the city for a couple of hours after school. He sat down at his desk, not bothering to take his suit off in case there was another call. He took off his mask and opened up his laptop, Spotify still open from earlier that day. He clicked shuffle on a playlist before his eyes drifted to the bar on the side. He saw your name at the top of the list. You'd been off all week and Peter had noticed. You'd been quiet and normally you were always making him laugh by making jokes but, this week, you hadn't made any. Peter's eyes flicked over your choice of song and playlist. He knew you well enough to know that when you were listening to that playlist you were upset. Plus you'd told him earlier in the week that your parents were out for the weekend so you were home alone. Without a second thought, Peter slammed his laptop down and jumped off from his chair and over to the window.

He swung off building to building before jumping down to the street. He walked into a shop and within a couple of minutes, reappeared with a tub of your favourite ice cream. He then quickly shot a web towards another building and swung away, trying to avoid the rain as much as possible, the ice cream gripped tightly in his hand.

Y/n's POV

You were sat on the sofa with your bowl of pasta and your laptop, attempting to finish some schoolwork, when a tap at the window caused you to almost throw the remaining pasta sauce all over yourself and the sofa. Putting the nearly empty bowl of pasta down and shutting your laptop, you walked swiftly over to the window. You opened it, allowing the rain-drenched superhero into your house.

"Um, hi?" You said, shocked at Peter's sudden unannounced appearance at your house.

Since you were best friends, Peter had trusted you with the secret of his true identity. To be honest, you probably would've worked it out anyway, seeing as he wasn't the best at hiding his bruises or coming up with excuses as to his whereabouts sometimes.

"Everything alright, Pete?" You asked, scanning his figure for any signs of injury.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he replied, taking off his mask to reveal his brown curls.

"Cool... So, why are you here? Shouldn't you be out doing, I don't know, hero stuff? Saving cats from trees and stopping bank heists and all that, Spidey."

He chuckled, as you sat back down on the sofa. The smile left his face when he took in your appearance; to him, you were always pretty but there was something about you lately that just seemed... well, off. There were large bags under your eyes and Peter couldn't spot their usual twinkle.

"Well, um. this is probably gonna sound really dumb. But I... er... got home and then I sat down in my room and I was gonna do some homework or whatever but I opened my laptop and Spotify was open and then I saw you were listening to your sad playlist. Then, I was thinking how you've seemed really um, down, this week. So I came here to help cheer you up. Oh, and I brought you some ice cream because I know your parents are doing their diet thing so you probably wouldn't have any and-"

"Pete."

"Sorry, I just-" He sat down next to you, "I wanted to make sure you were okay and if you aren't then I wanna do whatever I can to make it better."

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. Suddenly, all the stress from the last week hit you and tears started streaming down your face. Peter had only seen you cry a couple of times, mostly when you watched sad movies together and it made his heart physically ache to see you upset. He pulled away from the hug to look at you.

"Hey, Y/n. It's okay, I'm here. You can tell me, whatever it is." He said calmly, gently stroking your face and wiping the fast flowing tears away.

"I don't know." You whispered, "it's everything. Just- nothing is going right at the moment and I don't know how to fix it. My work isn't as good as it should be and I don't even know what's going on in half my lessons anymore and it's just all too much and I-" You choked on the tears as Peter pulled you closer, burying your had into his chest.

"Shhhh. You're okay." He whispered as he stroked your back. He pulled away and picked up the bag he had discarded on the floor. Reaching in, he pulled out your favourite ice cream and handed it to you.

"Here, now you wait here whilst I quickly change and grab us some spoons. Okay?"

"Okay," You whispered softly, your throat sore from the tears that were still gently streaming down your face. Peter squeezed your arm before quickly going into your room to change out of his suit.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your eyes were red and your skin was blotchy. Peter had never seen you look this rough before but it hadn't phased him nevertheless. A small smile tugged at your lips as you stared in the direction he had just gone. He was so incredibly caring and you were so grateful to have him in your life. Despite everything he had to juggle, he always made sure he had time for you. Sure, he had missed the occasional study session or meet up due to being Spiderman but he had always made it up to you later. You felt the cold chill of stress inside of your chest be replaced with warmth; the warmth that Peter caused to swell inside of you whenever he was near. The butterflies you feel in your stomach whenever he smiles at you or laughs or hugs you. You sighed heavily as the realisation hit you. You thought you had a crush on Peter, but you were wrong. You were completely and hopelessly in love with him.

Soon enough, he reappeared having changed out of his Spiderman suit and grabbed some spoons from the kitchen. He sat on the sofa as you went and sat next to him.

"One for you and one for me," He smiled, handing you a spoon as you opened the lid to the ice cream.

He grabbed the TV remote from beside him and looked at you, "Disney?"

You smiled and nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as he picked one of your favourite Disney films. He grabbed a nearby blanket and pulled it over the two of you as you watched the opening credits to the film.

Peter hoped you couldn't hear how fast his heart was beating as your head rested on his shoulder and your hand lay on his leg. He smiled at you as you softly mouthed each and every word of the film, due to having watched it so many times. He hoped that the twinkle in your eyes was returning. He understood exactly what you were feeling because the truth was that he was feeling it too and both of you just needed some time to chill out and escape from all the stress you were under lately.

After a while, he felt your head become slightly heavier on his shoulder and heard your breaths even out. The film was only about halfway through but your lack of sleep this week had already consumed you and you had fallen asleep. Peter turned his head and softly kissed you on the forehead. Not wanting to disturb you, Peter reached his arm over and grabbed his phone. He texted May saying he was staying at Ned's tonight because he didn't want to leave you by yourself. Equally, it didn't matter that you were by yourself, he didn't want to leave you anyway.

You had always been close but the past few months, you and Peter had gotten closer and closer and since he revealed the secret of his identity to you, he told you everything. You were completely honest with each other about everything. Well, nearly everything. The one thing you both kept hidden were your feelings for one another.

Peter had wanted to tell you so many times but each time, he couldn't find the courage or the words. He cared about you so deeply that he didn't know how to translate it into words without becoming a rambling mess.

Peter was brought back from his thoughts by you raising your head from his shoulder. You looked at the film and saw that the end credits were rolling, you hadn't even realised you'd fallen asleep.

"Oh... oops," You said, chuckling slightly. You looked at Peter who was staring intently at you. "What's wrong?" You asked him.

"Oh, nothing. Don't worry." He responded quickly, blushing and smiling at you.

"Ah c'mon tell me. What's on your mind?" You asked gently nudging him in the arm.

He studied you as the smile dropped from his face slightly and his expression became serious.

"You."

The response caught you off guard but as you opened your mouth to reply, Peter continued, finally understanding how to say what he needed to.

"You're always on my mind, Y/n. I want to know how you're feeling and what you're up to. I want to know everything about you, not just your favourite ice cream and Disney film, but everything else. I want to do the things you like doing, I want to see your smile every day and hear your laugh. I want to tell you stories and cuddle you whilst you sleep. And most of all, I want to know if you love me as much as I love you. Because I do, Y/n. I really love you. And not just because you're my best friend but in every other way as well. I'm in love with you, Y/n and it's taken me this long to finally be able to find the words to tell you how I feel. But, for some reason, seeing you upset today made me realise that I wanted to tell you. Even if you don't feel the same way, I want you to know how I truly feel about you. I trust you more than anyone in the world and I want to be honest with you. So, what is on my mind? You, Y/n Y/l/n. You are because you are the funniest, most caring and most beautiful person I have ever met and I really really like you."

Peter looked up at you and you saw the raw honesty in his eyes; everything he said was true. You didn't know what to say. So you didn't say anything. Instead, you pulled Peter's face towards you and brought your lips to his. After recovering from the initial shock of you kissing him, Peter kissed you back, gently and lovingly. The kiss was filled with emotion as the two of you finally put your true feelings on display.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against his, "I love you too, Peter Parker," you whispered, your hands around his neck. He grinned widely before bringing your lips to his once again.

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TMR Newt x Reader

The Glade celebrates the reader’s birthday and Newt makes sure everything is perfect for their special day.

Word Count - 2.1k

Since your very first day in the Glade, Newt had always been there for you. He helped you through your first few weeks and protected you from the other boys. The two of you had become practically inseparable within the first month of knowing each other and it wasn’t long before you developed feelings for each other. One night, after a few moonshines by the fire, Newt confessed his feelings and asked you to be his girlfriend. 

Alby wasn’t impressed with this and tried to separate you but, once he saw how happy the two of you were, he dropped the subject. The whole Glade understood that you were off limits and the poor boys that didn’t, quickly learnt, with help from Newt. Anytime a new Greenie would flirt with you or someone would say something out of line, Newt would make sure they could see that you weren’t up for grabs. Usually by the two of you arriving at breakfast the next morning with hickies littered all over your necks. It was an effective way to get them to back off, that and Newt’s death glares. 

In the Glade, each boy (and you) celebrated the day that they came up in the box as their birthday. It had been 723 days since you arrived; a week away from your second birthday.

You were slightly late to breakfast, having slept in despite Newt’s efforts to get you up, so the boys were already there when you sat down.

“Morning, love.” Newt smiled at you, kissing your head as you slipped into the seat next to him.

“Morning,” You replied, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“You seem tired, Y/n? Late night?” Thomas chimed, smirking at you and Newt.

Newts cheeks flushed red as you rolled your eyes at the comment.

You and the boys continued to chat whilst you ate your breakfast, gossiping about the new boy that had just arrived.

“I don’t know. He just seems off.” You said, biting into an apple.

Minho chuckled, “Yeah I agree, the shank gives off dodgy vibes.”

As if on cue, the boy you were talking about, Damien, walked passed your table. He looked at you and the boys. His gaze lingered on you until he saw Newt’s raised eyebrow and looked at your intertwined hands. He quickly put his head down and walked away.

You shook your head and laughed at Newt.

“What? I’m not having that weirdo eyeing you up,” Newt replied.

“Aw bless lil Newtie getting all jealous,” Thomas said poking him in the arm.

You laughed before grabbing your plate to clear it away, the boys doing the same.

Outside breakfast, you gave Newt a quick kiss before heading over to the medjack hut for work. 

“See you later, love,” he said, walking the other way.

It was a quiet day so you gave the usual boys what they wanted then decided to rearrange the medicines in the cupboard. The day dragged on and you busied yourself with tasks to make the time go by. Soon enough the sun began to go down and you finished off what you were doing.

You opened the door to see Newt waiting patiently outside, leaning on a tree. 

“Dinner?” He asked, holding out his hand which you gladly took.

After dinner, Newt disappeared with one of the builders and didn’t say where he was going. You’d asked but he’d simply shaken his head and smiled before walking away.

You were lying in bed reading when he reappeared, his head poking around your bedroom door.

“Sorry, I lost track of time,” He said, quickly changing and climbing in next to you.

You nestled your head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You fell asleep bundled together, your breathing becoming a synchronised rhythm.

~

The next few days passed by relatively slowly as you went about your usual business. As your birthday got closer you could tell Newt was becoming just as excited as you were. You knew he was wishing it to come just as fast as you as each day he would wake you and countdown the days.

“3 days,” He whispered as you rolled over to face him one morning.

“I’m starting to think you’re even more excited than I am.” You chuckled, lightly kissing him on the nose.

He gently stroked your face “I just want it to be perfect for you. It’s your day.”

You smiled and leaned in, kissing him softly.

“Thank you.”

~

“One day,” Newt chimed, poking your arm to wake you up.

You rolled over and pulled the duvet over your head. Newt chuckled before getting up and changing. You pushed the duvet down and looked at him.

“Where are you going?” You asked, pouting at him as he grabbed his bag.

“I need to finish off a couple of things,” He said, walking over to your side of the bed.

“Can’t you do them later?” You replied, pulling him down towards you.

He laughed and kissed your head, “I’ll see you later, Y/n.”

You frowned up at your boyfriend.

“Hmm.” You said.

“Love you,” He muttered with a wink.

“Love you too,” You replied, putting your head back on your pillow.

He smiled at you before heading out the door.

The day ticked by at snail pace. Your mind was elsewhere so you struggled to focus on your work. Somehow, you got through the day and walked over to dinner with Newt.

“Good day?” You asked him as you walked across the Glade.

“Yeah, you?”

“Long,” You replied, linking your hand with his.

At dinner, the boys were all talking about your birthday.

“Gally’s been gathering loads of wood today, the bonfire’s going to be huge!” Chuck exclaimed excitedly.

“It’s gonna be a fun one, I can tell,” Thomas added.

Finishing your food, you said goodnight to the boys and headed back to the Homestead with Newt. You walked into your room and flopped onto the bed, letting out a large sigh.

“Why the sigh?” Newt asked, coming to lie next to you.

“No reason, just tired,” You replied.

“Okay,” He said placing a kiss on your head, “excited for tomorrow?” He asked, moving a stray piece of hair from your face.

“Of course.”

You got up and changed for bed, jumping in as soon as you could as it was cold in your room.

Seeing the goosebumps up your arms, Newt snuggled up to you and held you tight. Like usual, you relaxed and quickly fell asleep with his arms wrapped around you.

You woke up the next day to an empty bed. Newt was no longer lying next to you. Confused, you jumped out of bed and got dressed, eager to start the day. The Glade was strangely quiet as you walked to breakfast. No one was around, you hadn’t seen a single Glader in the Homestead or outside.You walked into to breakfast when suddenly…

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

The Gladers burst out at you and shouted, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You smiled at all the faces staring at you. Newt walked over to you and kissed you on the forehead.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.”

You smiled back at him and walked over to your table where Frypan’s pancakes (your favourite) were waiting for you. You beamed at Frypan who simply nodded and smiled.You ate your breakfast, savouring each mouthful of the yummy pancakes. There was an excited buzz in the air throughout the meal as you chatted with the boys.

“So two years? You’re practically a grandma, Y/n.” Minho said, stealing a piece of pancake.

“Oi, they’re mine,” You replied, fighting him off with your fork as he reached over again. “And hey, you’ve been here longer, grandad.” You shot back with a smug smile.

Minho shrugged in response and retracted his fork. A little later, you’d finished your pancakes, having to keep Thomas off as well, and headed into the medjack hut. The boys popped in, each wishing you a happy birthday as you helped them out.

Just before dinner, there was a soft knock on your door.“Come in.” You replied, looking up at the visitor.

Chuck wandered into the room, smiling brightly.

“Hiya, Chuck. What’s up?” You asked, returning the smile.

“I brought you your present,” He said walking over to you and handing you a small paper bag.

You took the bag from him as he stood there beaming. Opening the bag, you saw a flower chain in it. Chuck had gathered the daisies and other flowers around the Glade and made them into a crown for you.

You lifted it out of the bag and admired his handiwork.

“Thank you so much, Chuck. I love it.” You said smiling at the young boy in front of you.

“Will you wear it for the bonfire tonight?” He asked eagerly.

“Of course I will!” You assured him.

Content, he smiled and walked out of the room.

You looked down at the fragile chain in your hands and smiled at the effort Chuck must’ve put in to make it, gathering the flowers and linking them together for you. It made a warmth swell inside of you.

Around lunchtime, you wandered over to see Frypan in the kitchens.

“Alright Y/n?” He asked, looking up as you walked in.

“Yep, I was just wondering if you needed a hand with anything.” You replied, wanting to busy yourself.

“Nope, all good here. Besides, go enjoy your day. No one’s expecting you to actually do any work.” He responded cheerfully.

You laughed before saying you’d see him later and walking out the door.

Soon enough, the sun set and the bonfire was lit. Chuck was right, Gally had built it higher than ever before with all the wood. You stood in front of it, admiring the flickering flames.

You were brought back from your thoughts by two arms wrapping around you from behind. “Hello, birthday girl” Newt whispered in your ear.

You smiled and leaned into him.

He spun you round to face him and you watched the reflection of the flames dance in his eyes.

“I want to give you your present.” He said, presenting you with a small box.

You raised your eyebrow, excited to open it.

You lifted the lid to reveal a long string, plaited together in a chain. Pulling it out of the box, you realised it was a necklace. On the end of the necklace hung a wooden “N”. You looked up at Newt and blushed.

“Newt, I…” You were speechless as you thought of how hard Newt must’ve worked to intricately carve the initial for you and to plait the string and fashion the knotted clasp.

“Do you like it?” He asked, rubbing his hands together nervously.

You laughed, “Of course I do! I love it! Thank you so much, it must’ve taken you ages.” You added, admiring the intricacy of the charm.

Newt just shrugged and smiled, taking the necklace out of your hands so that he could put it on. You twirled around so that he could tie it as he lifted it over your head and gently moved your hair out of the way. "It's so I'm always with you."

Clasping it at the back, he wrapped his arms around you again and softly kissed your neck.

You turned around to face him so that you could kiss him properly. He cupped your face with his hands as you twiddled your fingers in his hair. “Happy birthday, Y/n.” He whispered against your lips.

When you pulled away, you saw that lots of the Gladers were now gathering around the fire. You and Newt sat down on a log as the celebrations began.

The boys liked any excuse for a party so each boy, as they finished their drink, would raise it to you in honour. Soon enough, it became a competition for who could “honour Y/n with the most drinks” and the boys were becoming more and more drunk from Gally’s lethal concoction.

You joined in with the festivities but were wary of not drinking too much. After all, you wanted to still remember your birthday by tomorrow.

After a few hours, many boys went to bed, leaving only a few of you left at the fire. The fire had become smaller and the temperature had dropped slightly so you sat cuddled up to Newt as you chatted with the boys.

Gally raised his glass towards you in a toast, “To Y/n. Happy birthday, shebean.”

You smiled and raised your own glass as the surrounding boys raised theirs and toasted alongside Gally.

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Peter Parker x Reader

Reader gets locked out of their house in the rain so goes to Peter’s house.

Word Count - 1.4k

You were walking home from school when it began. The heavens opened and it started pouring. You ran through the rain, becoming more and more drenched with every second. When you got to your house, you fumbled in your pockets, trying to find your keys. Coat pocket? Empty. Bag? Not there either. Jeans? Nope.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” You exclaimed, realising exactly where they were; they were on the other side of the very door you were trying to get through. You had forgotten to pick them up before leaving. You shut your eyes and could see them perfectly on the hall table where you left them.

You span frantically in a circle not knowing what to do. You looked at the time, no one was going to be home, your parents were out of town for the night. You whipped your phone out but it was dead. You rolled your eyes, classic. You let out a sigh of frustration. You looked up and noticed a light on next door.

“Peter,” You called out over the sound of the rain.

Above you, you heard the window slide open.

“Y/n?”

You looked up and saw Peter Parker, your neighbour, leaning out of his window.

“Why are you stood out in the rain?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I left my keys inside so I’m locked out for the night.” Your cheeks flushed at your own stupidity.

He laughed slightly, “Come up. You’re already completely soaked. Aunt May isn’t here tonight but she won’t mind.”

You readjusted your backpack and started climbing up the fire escape to Peter’s bedroom. You had been friends for ages so you knew the way up, top to bottom. When you got to the top, Peter moved out the way so that you could climb in through the window.

“Thanks so much,” You smiled at him.

“No problem. You look frozen, do you want to have a shower to warm up? I can grab you a towel.” He offered politely.

You smiled at the kindness, “Yes please.” Your clothes were soaked and your body was covered in goosebumps; a warm shower sounded amazing.

He nodded and then walked out of his bedroom. He returned a couple of minutes later with a fluffy towel.

You took it graciously as he moved out the way to let you get to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and locked it. Peeling the wet clothes off your skin, you turned the shower on. The warmth began to fill the room as the shower came to temperature. You stepped in and breathed out harshly when the hot water hit your freezing body. Finally, the heat began to come back into your body.

You didn’t want to spend ages in the shower and waste Peter’s hot water, so as soon as you warmed up, reluctantly, you turned the shower off and stepped out. You grabbed the soft towel that Peter got you and wrapped yourself in it.

“Oh shit.” You whispered to yourself as a realisation hit you.

You didn’t have any clothes with you except for the dripping pile of fabrics on the floor. You shook your head. There was no way you could put those back on. You’d have to ask Peter for some clothes. However, your underwear wasn’t soaked and you attempted to dry them off a bit using May’s hairdryer. It was a surprisingly effective method. Once they were dry you slipped them on and clipped your bra on behind you. You wrapped the towel back around you and stepped out the bathroom.

The air was cold and the floor was freezing under your feet as you pattered to Peter’s room. You opened the door to see him sitting on his bed. He looked up at you and blushed at the sight of you in a towel.

“Oh, uh. Hi, Y/n.”

You laughed at his current state and smiled at how his cheeks were tinted light pink. You always noticed things like that with Peter. The way his hair quivers in the wind or how he scrunches his nose up when he’s confused or concentrating. The little things.

“I don’t have any dry clothes so could I borrow some, please?” You asked, feeling awkward stood in your towel.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Peter replied, standing up from his bed and walking over to the wardrobe. “You left your trackies here ages ago and I meant to give them back but I completely forgot. Sorry.” He smiled, handing you your trackies whilst he pulled out one of his hoodies.

You had been wondering where those trackies had gone but you weren’t surprised they were at Peter’s house. The house must be littered with hundreds of things you’ve left over the years.

Peter stepped out of the room, allowing you to change. You pulled on the trackies and the hoodie, Peter’s strong scent hitting you as you pulled it over your head. You sighed and breathed deeply, Peter’s comforting smell tickling your nose.

Peter was in the kitchen by the sink. You walked over and jumped onto the counter.

“Tea?” He asked, filling the kettle and flicking it on.

You nodded and smiled.

Peter grabbed your favourite mug from the cupboard and put a tea bag in.

“Y/n?” Peter asked, looking at you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Peter. What’s up?” You asked, concerned by his serious tone.

“It’s really important. Maybe even life changing.” He continued.

He walked over to the cupboard and opened the door, blocking his face from you.

“Okay.” You said gently, urging him to go on.

You heard him sigh heavily before he popped his head back out of the cupboard with his hands behind his back.

He looked you in the eye, dead seriously.

“Cookies or popcorn?” He smiled, whipping out each from behind his back and laughing.

You put your head in your hands, “Jheez, Pete. You had me really worried.”

He put the snacks on the side and laughed.

“You should audition for the school play. That wasn’t a bad performance.” You said, hopping off of the counter to make your tea.

You grabbed your mug and the cookies and made your way over to the sofa. Seeing the rain outside made you shiver.

“Are you cold?” Peter asked, sitting down next to you.

“A bit.” You replied.

He opened his arms and you crawled over to him, his arms wrapping around you as he grabbed a blanket and also covered you with it.

You sighed into him and relaxed, his chin resting on the top of your head. A wave of fatigue suddenly came over you and you yawned loudly making Peter chuckle softly. Soon after, Peter yawned as well and the two of you nestled closer on the sofa.

The wind howled outside as your eyes started to droop. Soon enough you fell asleep, cradled in Peter’s arms.

A while later, he wriggled off of the sofa and picked you up as you slept. He carried you, bridal style, to his room and gently placed you on his bed. The movement caused you to stir slightly.

“Sorry, Y/n. I didn’t want you sleeping on the sofa.” He whispered into the half-lit room.

“I’m just gonna grab a blanket and go sleep in the living room.” He said turning to walk away.

Before he could, you grabbed his hand gently, “No, stay here.” You whispered, moving over so that there was room for him in the bed. He clambered in next to you. Your faces just inches away.

You shut your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you. You could feel his heart beating quickly in his chest.

“Y/n.” He whispered into the darkness.

“Mmm.” You replied, your head nestled in his chest.

“I… I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You lifted your head and looked up. It was dark but you could still see his face. He was nervously biting his lip as he waited for your response.

Too tired for words, you brought your lips to his and softly kissed him. He moved his hand to the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him and deepening the kiss.

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TMR Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Prompts:

(99) “Damn you’re hot when you’re angry.”

(134) “If I kiss you, will it shut you up?”

Word Count - 1.8k

It had been you and only you for two years. The only girl in the maze. You were well established and you had an amazing relationship with your boyfriend, Newt. Then one day, the Creators decided to change everything.

They sent another girl.

You were working as usual in the Medjacks hut when you heard the box alarm. Like everyone else, you put down what you were doing and walked to the middle of the Glade. You saw Newt and walked over to him. He intertwined his hand with yours as you waited for the delivery.

As soon as the box opened, Gally dropped down. He stood there for a while in silence.

“Well?” Newt chimed.

“It’s-um-it’s a girl,” Gally responded hesitantly.

Newt dropped your hand and jumped into the box. Lots of boys looked at you but you folded your arms and looked at the floor.

“Bloody hell,” Newt muttered.

Just then the girl piped up, “Look, I don’t know who the hell you are but you better get away from me and leave me alone.” 

“It’s alright, love. We’re not gonna hurt you.” Newt said, crouching down to her level.

Love? It irritated you that he used the same nickname he uses for you for this new girl. You rolled your eyes, this was ridiculous, there was no reason to be jealous.

“Do you remember your name?” Newt asked her.

“No. Why not?” She asked, getting up to her feet.

As she stood you could see her whole image. She was stunning. She had long wavy blonde hair and freckles littered her face. The longer you looked the more attractive you realised she was. It didn’t help that the boys were practically drooling over her.

She looked around at everyone and then legs buckled and she collapsed into Newt’s arms.

“Woah, okay let’s get you out of this box. I know it’s a lot to take in.” Newt said, helping her stand.

Every single boy offered to help her out the box. You couldn’t take it anymore and went back to the Medjacks hut. Once inside, you let out a frustrated sigh. You didn’t know why this girl was getting under your skin when you hadn’t even spoken to her yet. The sight of her made you feel sick in the pit of your stomach. The way the boys, including Newt, had straight away come to her rescue and swooned over her. You picked up one of the pillows off the bed and threw it across the room. 

“Ughhh. Get a grip, Y/n.” You said to yourself under your breath. You walked across the room and picked up the pillow, putting it back where it should be.

About an hour later it was getting dark and you could hear the maze walls closing. Bonfire time. You were not looking forward to it.

“Come on, Y/n. You haven’t even met her yet. She could be really nice. Plus it could be nice to have a girl friend in here.” You said to yourself, trying to calm down the fire inside of you. 

You looked at your watch, Newt came at this time every day to get you for dinner but he was nowhere to be seen. You opened the hut door and walked over to the kitchens where you could see many boys were already eating. You wondered if maybe Thomas had taken Newt to the map room after finding something in the maze and that's why he hadn’t come to get you yet.

Although, as you reached the kitchens, your heart sunk. Thomas and Newt were sat either side of the blonde eating and laughing. You watched for a couple of minutes and it made your blood boil. Every time Newt said something the girl would laugh and touch his arm or his shoulder. You walked over to get your food but there was no room at the table. You looked at Newt trying to get his attention but all you got was a smile and then he returned to his conversation.

You walked into the kitchens to find Frypan.

“Hiya, Y/n. You alright?” He asked, looking at you briefly before looking out to where everyone was eating.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” You mumbled in response, hoping you could talk to Frypan about what you were feeling seeing as your boyfriend and other best friends were ‘occupied’.

“Ah cool,” Frypan responded.

You frowned and lifted your head from your plate of food. Ah of course. He was too busy eyeing up the new girl to listen to you.

“Good talk,” You said, getting up and leaving the kitchen and your food.

Frypan briefly waved his hand to you as you left. As you were walking towards the Homestead you heard Thomas’ voice behind you.

“Y/n!” He called across the Glade.

You turned around and had to plaster a fake smile on your face. Thomas and Newt were walking with the new girl plus all the other Gladers that swarmed around her.

“Y/n, this is Alexa.” He said gesturing to the blonde.

“Hi,” You smiled at her, “nice to meet you.”

“You too. Aw, you’re so cute. The boys have told me so much about you.” She said, smiling a little too wide.

“Boys, look! The bonfires lit let’s go sit by it.” Alexa said, leading her followers over.

You looked at Newt, expecting him to at least look at you but you got nothing. He went with Alexa and the rest of them towards the fire.

“Unbelievable,” you muttered under your breath. 

You wanted to escape the whole situation but there was no way you were gonna let Newt get drunk with her. Hell no.

You walked over to the bonfire and seeing as there was no room by Newt, you went and sat on the other side.

Gally came and sat down next to you with two glasses of moonshine. He offered one to you and you smiled and graciously accepted.

Looking over you could see Alexa still touching Newt’s arm like she had been at dinner. Sure he was cute and funny but Jesus, he wasn’t that funny, and she was practically wetting herself. You shook your head and took a big sip of moonshine. You looked at Gally next to you.

“You know what, Gally,” You started.

“What?” He answered, looking at you.

“You are the only person who has even noticed I’m alive today.” You smiled sadly as his expression remained unchanged. “So, thanks.” You said holding your glass up to his. He tapped yours lightly and the two of you gulped your drinks. Of all the drinking buddies to have in here, you did not think Gally would be high on the list but in actual fact, he was quite fun once he’d had a few drinks.

The two of you talked and laughed for quite a while whilst Newt and Alexa seemed to still be ‘hitting it off’ great. 

“Swear if she touches him one more time I’m gonna lose my shit,” you thought to yourself.

Gally yawned beside you, causing you to yawn as well. You downed the last of your moonshine and stood up.

“Thanks, Gally. That was fun, we should do it again sometime.” You smiled down at him before walking around the fire.

You stood in front of Newt and he looked up at you.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” You stated.

Usually, the two of you would go together, whenever one was tired the other went with.

“Okay,” He smiled at you before turning back to Thomas and Alexa.

“Right,” You mumbled before walking off.

All the anger from the day was building and you felt like screaming. You walked into your private room and slammed the door behind you. You paced around your room trying to release the anger pent up inside you.

A couple of minutes later, your bedroom door swung open. It was Newt.

“Hi, love,” He mumbled, clearly feeling the effect of the moonshine.

Silent treatment. You turned your back on him and attempted to ignore his existence.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” He asked taking a couple of steps towards you.

“Yes, Newt! Simply brilliant! Can’t you tell?!” You replied, turning around and finally snapping.

“Huh,” He replied, raising his eyebrows and looking at you lustfully.

“No. Don’t look at me like that. You have lost that privilege,” You stated, waving your finger at him.

“Damn you’re hot when you’re angry,” Newt said, looking you up and down.

“Aren’t your eyes tired? Seeing as you’ve been checking Alexa out all day.” You stated coldly.

“Is that was this is about?” He asked, looking confused.

“Well obviously! You’ve been with her all day and she’s been shamelessly flirting with you! How could you think the wouldn’t affect me? How do you think it makes me fucking feel Newt? Seeing you with that stunning girl draped all over you whilst I’m being ignored by everyone. You’re meant to be my boyfriend but as soon as this new girl comes in you fall head over heels for her and you haven’t spoken to me all day.”

“If I kiss you, will it shut you up?” He said looking at you intensely.

You opened your mouth to cut him off and continue your rant but before you could. Newt walked towards you and grabbed your face in his hands. He kissed you roughly causing you to melt into his lips. The kiss became passionate, the two of you releasing all your emotion into one kiss.

“I don’t care who this Alexa girl is,” Newt stated, pulling away only a centimetre. “She’s not you, and I am in love with you, Y/n. No one else.”

“Then why did you ignore me all day?” You mumbled into him.

“I don’t know but I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. I just got so caught up with everything.” He said, stroking the side of your face. “I don’t like her, Y/n. She’s not even half as beautiful as you are.”

You shrugged and looked at the floor.

Newt grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your bed. He pulled you down so that you were lying on your bed and he pushed himself above you. You leaned up and kissed him quickly before he pushed you down onto the mattress.

“Let me make it up to you.” He whispered into your ear as he kissed your neck and trailed down to your shoulder. “You’re mine, Y/n.” He muttered, bringing his lips back to yours before sucking and biting on your neck and collarbone, leaving huge red marks. “Everyone needs to know that.” He whispered.

The next day when the two of you went to breakfast, you didn’t even try to hide the bruises each of you had all over your necks. You walked passed Alexa and gave her a bittersweet smile. The look on her face at the sight of you two was priceless.

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Peter Parker x Reader

Reader gets injured during a fight and Peter takes care of her.

Word Count - 1.5k

Y/N’s POV

It all happened so fast.

Peter was by your side as you fought the last of the enemy with the Avengers. The two of you worked together to take down the large numbers. Peter struck the last man standing to the floor, knocking him unconscious. He then quickly whipped round to check you were okay. Giving him your usual thumbs up he nodded as you began to scan the perimeter. 

The Avengers began to regroup as each member wandered across the rubble to each other. Everyone looked exhausted and worn by the battle.

Suddenly a voice boomed through the silence, “TONY STARK!” A man emerged from the shadows, aiming a gun at Tony.

You gasped slightly and looked around for Peter. He was a few meters away from you. 

“Put the gun down. You’ve lost.” Tony responded calmly, unfazed by the weapon.

“No! This place is rightfully mine! It was my father’s before so it is mine now!” The lunatic yelled, shaking the gun angrily.

“Your father was a liar and cheat! He harmed innocent people every day and didn’t care for the consequences.” Nat replied fiercely.

“He built this place for me. IT IS MINE!”

You saw the man’s finger flick to the trigger of the gun. His arm stopped shaking as he steadied himself, still aiming at Tony. Tony’s suit had been partially broken during the fight and there was a huge gap in the metal, he was vulnerable and the bullet could kill him.

Just as the man went to pull the trigger, Wanda knocked him with a violent force. However a bang still rang, as the man fired the gun, but its course changed.

That was when you felt the impact. Your shoulder. It exploded with pain, feeling the bullet’s impact. The world suddenly went black and you felt your knees buckle and you were ready for the hard impact of the floor. 

Peter’s POV

As Wanda moved the man’s arm, he still fired the gun. I watched the bullet travel through the air but by the time I saw where it was going, it was too late.

“Y/N!” I cried out, rushing over to her.

The bullet hit her with extreme force in her shoulder. Only a few centimetres across and it would’ve been her heart.

Her body collapsed just as I got to her and I caught her before she hit the ground. I looked at her shoulder it was covered in blood and her face was white as a sheet.

“Y/n?” I held her in my arms and stroked her face gently as tears brimmed in my eyes.

“Peter, she’ll be okay. Come on let's get her home.” Steve walked over offering to take her limp body from my arms but I refused.

“No, I’ll carry her,” I said determinedly rising from the rubble with her still in my arms. I carried her to our ship and lay her down inside. I held her hand as we flew home. Not wanting to let go for a second.

Once we got back to the compound I went with her into the lab. 

“Hey, Pete.” Nat spoke softly, “go get some rest she’ll be okay.” 

“I’ll just wait here till she wakes up,” I replied, shaking my head and staring through the window to the lab I hadn’t been granted access to.

“Are you sure? You’ve had a long day and maybe its best to-“

“I’m fine,” I stated, cutting her off.

Realising the harshness of my tone, I turned to Nat, “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to snap at you I just. God, I don’t even know.”

“She’ll be fine. She’s a warrior that Y/n.” She smiled sadly before turning and walking away.

I watched the surgeons walk into her room. One turned around, shutting the blind so that I couldn’t see her. I sat outside, below the window, praying she’ll be okay.

Nat said she would be, but what if she’s not? How the hell am I gonna carry on without her? I love her with all my heart and I can’t do it without her. I need her in my life.

I love her.

I love her.

I kept repeating it in my head over and over with my head buried in my knees.

Y/N’s POV

When you woke, you didn’t remember a lot. You remembered the battle and the man and the constant pain in your shoulder reminded you of the bullet. But you had no clue how you got back to the compound. The last thing you saw before you blacked out was Peter above you, calling your name.

Your eyelids felt heavy, so you let them droop and you dropped into a deep sleep once again. You didn’t stir when Peter came into your room and sat down beside you. He gently took your hand in his and sighed. He couldn’t stand to see you like this: lying in a hospital bed with wires plugged into your arms. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He whispered, above the noise of beeping machines.

You could hear his words and feel his touch but every time you tried to open your eyes, your body’s fatigue refused to comply.

“I should have been by your side. I’m your boyfriend, I’m meant to protect you but I was useless.”

You could hear the shake in his voice and he sniffed slightly. You wanted more than anything to tell him it wasn’t his fault and that you were okay but every time you tried, nothing came out and your lips didn’t even move. 

“I love you so much, Y/n.” He said softly, squeezing your hand as you lay motionless in the bed.

A couple of hours passed and Peter hadn’t said anything. But he also hadn’t left. His hand was still enclosed on yours, waiting for any sign of movement.

With all the strength you had, you moved your thumb slightly and stroked his hand. You felt his whole body jolt up.

“Y/n?” He whispered, bringing his hand to your face.

You slowly opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you.

“Hi, Pete.” You whispered, your voice slightly hoarse having not been used.

He kissed the top of your head lightly and sat back down in his chair, holding your hand.

You were in the bed for the next few days until you mustered enough strength to go back to your room. Peter stayed by your side every minute of each day despite you telling him to go get some sleep or eat something. Instead, he’d disappear for two seconds and then be back, with his food, to keep you company.

After a couple of weeks, you were getting back to normal but Peter was still in full overprotective boyfriend mode. He did everything you wanted and got everything you needed. However, now you were able to do everything yourself, he could finally relax.

“Peter, I’m fine, honestly you don’t have to be with me all the time.” You smiled at him as he followed you as you went to get your breakfast.

“I know but I want to.” He replied, smiling sheepishly.

You pulled him close to you with the arm that wasn’t in the sling and gave him a soft peck on the lips.

He smiled at you and stared into your eyes, lustfully.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

He leaned in and pulled you close to him, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck. He kissed you gently and then more passionately. Although you’d been together every second each day. You hadn’t been able to be this close, besides cuddling at night. And you were both starving for each other's touch. He lifted you onto the kitchen counter, deepening the kiss with every second. 

Before things got too heated, a loud cough caused the two of you to pull apart. You looked over to see Tony standing with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised. You giggled slightly and Peter’s face flushed bright red.

“Oh-um. Mr Stark…”

“Good morning, Peter. Lovely to see you’re feeling better, Y/n.” He said, eyeing you up as you slid off the counter.

You smiled at Tony sweetly and he rolled his eyes at you and Peter before he walked off to elsewhere in the compound.

You leaned your head on Peter’s shoulder and he spun you around to face him. 

Kissing you once more he pulled back and whispered, “I love you, Y/n. When you were shot, my world seemed to crumble and I didn’t know what the hell I was gonna do without you-“

You kissed him once more before he rambled on.

“You’re my world.” He quietly stated.

“I love you too, Pete. And I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

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Fred Weasley x Reader

Fred gets injured in Quidditch and Reader stays with him in the hospital wing.

Word Count - 904

You sat beside Fred for the whole of Saturday evening as he lay within the white sheets of the hospital wing. Due to the long day, you were extremely tired and had fallen asleep but you awoke when Madame Pomfrey gently touched your arm.

“Go on, dear. It’s getting late. You should go get some rest.” She smiled down at you, motioning to the clock on the wall.

It was nearly midnight. It had been eight hours since the accident and Fred still hadn’t regained consciousness. Even though you wanted nothing more than to stay, you knew Madame Pomfrey wouldn’t let you. You smiled up at her and stood up. You softly touched Fred’s motionless arm before turning around and walking up to your dormitory.

You crept through the door and slipped into your bed. The sheets were cold and a shiver ran through your whole body. You wanted Fred beside you more than anything, holding you close and keeping you warm. That night you didn’t sleep at all. Even though your body demanded sleep, your brain just wouldn’t switch off. You kept replaying what had happened earlier that day over and over.

~

It was one of the biggest quidditch games of the season: Gryffindor vs Slytherin. Both you and Fred had been equally nervous and excited. You were both on the team, him as a Beater and you as a Chaser. The match had been going well, the Gryffindor team were on top form and you were scoring lots of points. Although Gryffindor was slightly ahead, it all depended on who caught the snitch. You were concentrating hard on getting the Quaffle through the hoop to get more points and after chucking it through, past the Slytherin Keeper, you looked over to where Fred was.

Just as you turned to him, you saw the Slytherin beater aim a bludger straight at him. He wasn’t quick enough to react and the bludger hit him straight in the chest, knocking him off his broom. You watched in terror as he tumbled towards the ground below.

Dropping the quaffle in your hand, you flew straight down to him. You hastily got off your broom and ran over to him. You knelt beside him and put a hand on his face.

“Fred?” You tapped his face slightly, hoping his eyes would flutter open. “Fred?” You pleaded again. “Oh god.” You stared at him, willing him to open his eyes and show you he was okay.

The rest of the game was a blur, Harry caught the snitch and Gryffindor won. But you weren’t in the mood to celebrate. You and George headed straight to the hospital wing, after changing out of your quidditch kit, to find Fred. When you got there you hoped he’d have woken. But he hadn’t.

George had sat with you for the first few hours but he needed to finish some work so left you with his brother.

“It’s okay, Y/n. He’ll wake up soon.” He gave you a swift hug before leaving.

Fred still hadn’t woken when Ron and Harry came in. They asked you if you wanted to go to dinner but you simply replied you weren’t hungry. Nerves were eating away at you and you couldn’t bear to leave Fred in this state.

~

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the wind tapping on the window. You looked at the time, it was nearly 4 o’clock and you could feel your eyes fluttering, pleading to be shut. So you gave in and soon enough you were consumed with fatigue and you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you woke up, got dressed and left your dorm. You briefly visited the Great Hall and grabbed a piece of toast before briskly walking to the Hospital Wing. 

When you got there you smiled widely. Fred was sat up in his bed, talking to Madame Pomfrey. He was extremely pale and had dark circles on his eyes. He turned to you and his eyes immediately lit up and he mirrored your bright smile. Once you reached his bed, Madame Pomfrey walked away and you bent down to his level.

“Morning, love. You look awful” He whispered softly, his voice slightly hoarse.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. You hadn’t looked in the mirror this morning but you knew it wasn’t good.

“I could say the same thing to you, Freddie.” You sighed. “I’m so glad you’re okay, I was so worried, I hardly slept at all last night.”

“Y/n,” Fred started, bringing his hand to your face and stroking it tenderly, “I’m fine, you don’t need to worry.”

“Okay.” You replied, leaning into his touch.

“Besides,” He said bringing his hand down, “you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Also, Madame Pomfrey says I can go back to the dorms tonight but…” He paused and a smile tugged at his lips.

“But what?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, you know I could be bedridden for a while whilst my concussion goes and I don’t want to get cold…or lonely…”

“Oh yeah? What are you suggesting, Freddie?” You asked, eyeing up his cheeky grin.

“Snuggle buddies?” He asked, reaching out a hand and flashing a playful smile.

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TMR Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Prompts:

(2) “How are you laughing right now?!

(6) “Give me a chance to explain.”

Word Count - 1.3k

There was something going on in the Glade. No one knew who it was, but someone was pulling pranks on everyone. It had been going on for nearly two weeks now, a different prank on a different boy each day. Each day you became more cautious with your surroundings, you hadn’t been pranked yet but there was no way of escaping it, it was on its way. The only problem was you didn’t know who, when or how.

One morning, you were lying in bed with your boyfriend, Newt. You had your head on his chest as the two of you spoke.

“I’m scared!” You exclaimed as he laughed at you.

“It’s fine, Y/n/n. It’s just a prank. They might not even try it with you. Everyone in the Glade knows what you’re like when you’re in a bad mood.” He joked.

You shoved him in the arm, “Shut up.”

He just chuckled in response and kissed you on the head before getting up. You followed him and intertwined your hands before walking out of your room together. As you walked across the grass you scanned the Glade, looking for anything out of place.

“Y/n, love. Don’t worry about it.” Newt said, squeezing your hand and shaking his head.

“I don’t want it to be me next!” You said looking at him and laughing nervously.

You knew it was only a harmless prank but the thought of something just coming out of the blue scared you. You had no idea what to expect and it made you overthink it all. But Newt was right, you couldn’t live in hiding, you had to push it to the back of your mind.

You carried on with the rest of your day as usual. You ate breakfast then worked hard until lunch without any interruptions. The prank danger had moved to the back of your mind and you had completely forgotten to be careful around the other Gladers.

That was when you were hit. Frypan called you into the kitchen. You pushed open the door and a bucket of flour fell from the top, covering you head to toe in flour. Your mouth dropped wide as you coughed, the dust filling your lungs.

“FRYPAN!!” You screamed, loud enough for it to be heard across the Glade.

“It wasn’t me! I was buying my immunity.” He chuckled, looking at you, coated in white.

You turned around to go to the showers. Due to your scream, Gladers had wandered over. Although you weren’t exactly pleased to be covered in flour, you couldn’t help but smile. It was quite funny and was a very good prank. When you walked out of the kitchens, a small crowd had formed to see the latest prank. The boys laughed when they saw you, making you shake your head and cover your eyes in embarrassment, even though you were laughing too.

Newt approached you and could hardly speak because he was laughing so much.

“How are you laughing right now?!” You asked, wanting a bit of sympathy but assuming you looked absolutely ridiculous, “Look at me! I’m covered!”. You laughed as Newt looked at you and laughed again.

“I’m sorry, love. I can’t help it.” He replied, a wide grin spreading across his face.

You rolled your eyes and covered your face from all the sets of eyes. When you looked up you saw Minho looking at you with a smug grin.

“No way!” You exclaimed, “You shank!” You walked over to Minho.

When you got closer his face scrunched and he bent over laughing, clutching his stomach.

“Y/n? Can I just say you’re looking lovely today?” He winked at you.

“Unbelievable.” You tried to keep a straight face but a smile was itching at your mouth.

You purposefully barged his arm as you walked over to the Homestead, needing a shower.

“Love you, Y/n!” Minho called after you.

You didn’t look back but raised a middle finger at him as you walked away.

It took ages in the shower to get the flour out of your hair. No matter how many times you ran the comb through, more would be there. Although, this prank was nothing compared to what others had been through. Some had stuff put in their food, or bugs in their beds, you breathed a sigh of relief that you only had to deal with flour. Minho. You rolled your eyes. He was ridiculous.

You turned the water off and grabbed your towel. You walked through the Homestead and into your room. As soon as you walked in, something didn’t look right. You frowned as you tried to figure out what it was. You walked over to your drawers to put some non-floury clothes on and that was when you realised what had happened. All of your clothes were gone. The drawer was completely empty, not an item of clothing to be seen. You checked Newt’s drawer as well, hoping you could put on something of his but they were empty as well.

“That slinthead.” You muttered under your breath. Minho had doubled up on your torment and developed your prank even further.

You sighed deeply before gripping your towel tight and opening your bedroom door. You walked out of the Homestead and scanned the Glade until you saw him. Minho was talking to Newt. You started to walk across to them, your cheeks heating up at some of the comments and whistles from the other boys as they saw you in your towel.

When you got close, Minho and Newt looked up at you and laughed.

“Afternoon, love.” Newt chimed, looking you up and down and biting his lip slightly. He looked to Minho and they laughed.

“You were right, Newt. Stealing her clothes was a smart move. And I’m guessing you checked your boyfriend’s drawer as well didn’t you, Y/n?” Minho asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, “Newt?! You’re working with him? All that shit you gave me this morning saying don’t worry. You little shit.” You shook your head at him.

“Aw, I’m sorry Y/n/n. Give me a chance to explain.” He said, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes.

“Where are my clothes?” You pleaded, quickly becoming cold, stood in nothing but a towel.

“Newt, you know where they are. Y/n, you clearly didn’t look very hard.” Minho chuckled before strutting off.

Newt grabbed your free hand, leading you over to the Homestead. The two of you walked in the front door, Newt in front of you. He walked towards your room. Luckily, you were still behind Newt when he opened the door. That was because the same bucket that had been in the kitchen had moved and now fell above Newt. A shower of flour rained down on him, turning him into a ghost. You clapped a hand to your mouth and began laughing uncontrollably.

“MINHO YOU SLINTHEAD!!” Newt yelled out and then you heard Minho cackle outside the Homestead.

You laughed at your boyfriend. “Hilarious isn’t it?” You grinned at him.

He rolled his eyes at you and laughed. 

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Newt?”

“Do you know what my favourite saying is?” He asked you, his face deadly serious.

“Huh? What are you on about?” You asked, extremely puzzled.

“Do you know?” He asked again.

“No…”

“It’s sharing is caring.” He smiled mischievously. When you realised what he was up to, you tried to run but before you could even turn around, Newt grabbed you and gave you a huge bear hug, covering you once again in flour.

“Ughhh, Newt!” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Oh no, Y/n. What a shame.” He said sarcastically, “I guess this means you’ll need a shower again. Although, looks like I’m covered in flour as well. I’m sure I’ll need one as well.” He smirked at you and kissed you on the nose.

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TMR Newt x Reader

Requested by @cyborgfromthesupermarket

Prompts:

(36) “Hello, gorgeous.”

(66) “Well that was a bit awkward.”

(73) “Where did that bruise come from?”

Word Count - 1.4k

The early morning rays of sunshine hit your face, warming it slightly as you gently woke up. You rolled over and opened your eyes. Newt was lying next to you and smiled when he saw you were awake.

“Hello, gorgeous.” He murmured, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Morning,” you replied, leaning into his touch and smiling.

His gaze moved from you to your neck and he laughed, “Oops.”

“What is it?” You asked, not being able to see without getting up which you definitely didn’t want to do.

“I guess I got a bit carried away last night.” He smirked, brushing your neck gently with his thumb.

“Not very subtle, Newt.” You whispered, rolling your eyes at him.

You and Newt had been dating for a few months but had kept it from the rest of the Gladers to avoid any arguments or to annoy Alby.

“We can’t keep it a secret forever, Y/n/n.” He replied, wrapping an arm over you and pulling you into him.

You rested your head on him and sighed, “I know, and I don’t want to… I just don’t know how everyone will react.”

He kissed you on the head and gave you one final squeeze before rolling over and getting up.

“See you at breakfast.” He smiled before walking out the door.

You untangled yourself from the sheets and got up. The floor was cold under your feet. You walked over to your mirror and laughed when you saw the state of your neck. You bit your lip as you remembered just how they’d got there.

The small red spots they were last night had turned into dark blue, purple and red smudges. Newt really did get carried away, not that you had minded of course.

You crossed the room to your drawers and searched for something that would hide your neck a bit from the other Gladers. You found a shirt with a small collar and decided it would have to do, there was no other way of covering them without drawing attention to it. You threw on your clothes and left your room. 

When you got to breakfast, you scanned the room and saw that Newt was sat by Thomas, Chuck and Minho. You grabbed some food then walked over.

“Morning.” You smiled at them as you sat down. Newt was sat opposite you and he smiled and winked at you, causing your cheeks to flush slightly.

You were looking down as you ate and hadn’t noticed that no one was speaking until you looked up. There were three sets of eyes set on you; Thomas, Chuck and Minho.

“What?” You asked, becoming extremely self-conscious.

The boys didn’t reply, they just put their heads down and started eating.

A couple of minutes later a conversation started and the boys seemed to go back to normal. You kept catching them staring at you, though and you knew why, they were all staring at your (not very well hidden) bruises.

When you’d finished eating you smiled and got up, saying goodbye to the boys and going to find Gally. One of the Gladers had come up to you whilst you were eating and said he was looking for you and needed your help by the Deadheads. You were an intelligent person so it wasn’t uncommon for him to ask you stuff about building, not that his pride would ever let him admit to that.

You walked across the grass and saw him staring at two planks of wood propped up against a tree.

“Hi Gally, everything okay?” You asked as you approached him.

“Yeah I just need your opinion on something,” he began, motioning to the wood. He turned around and you saw his eyes widen slightly and his eyebrows lift.

“What is it?”

“What’s what?” He asked, his eyes not becoming any smaller or his eyebrows any lower.

“What do you need my opinion on?” You laughed slightly, trying to ignore that he, just like the others, had noticed your colourful neck.

“Oh… I-um. It’s not important.” He stumbled out.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t matter anymore. Erm, I need to go find Alby anyway.”

“Um, okay. I’ll just go then.” You turned and walked away, rolling your eyes.

When you reached the middle of Glade you saw Newt. You called him over to talk.

“Y/n? Is everything okay, love?” He asked, worried by the look on your face.

“Yeah, I don’t know. Everyone’s acting really weird.”

“What did Gally want?” He asked, looking over in the direction you came.

“He said he wanted my opinion on something but then he took one look at me and forgot whatever it was.”

Your conversation was cut short by Alby coming over.

“Newt, gathering, in two minutes. Y/n, I’d like you to come as well.” Alby stated before walking over to the Homestead.

A panicked expression crossed your face as you looked at Newt.

“Why do I have to go?”

“I don’t know, love. C’mon lets just go and see.” He replied softly, walking towards the Homestead.

When you walked into the room where the gatherings were held you saw Minho stood with his arms folded talking to Gally and Frypan. They all looked at you when you walked in. You smiled at them but none of them returned it.

Once everyone had shuffled in, Alby came over to where you were stood and told you to sit in the chair in the middle. You look at him with a questioning look but he just led you to the chair.

Newt finished his conversation with Winston and when he turned around and saw you were in the chair you saw a serious expression cross his face. He walked over to Alby and they began to talk. You couldn’t see what they were talking about but Newt furrowed his brow and shot questions at Alby.

A couple of moments later, Alby silenced the room and everyone moved to their assigned seats.

“Okay, most of us know why we’re here.” Alby began, scanning the room, his eyes momentarily resting on yours. You frowned in response. “It has come to the attention of some of the Gladers that someone’s been breaking the rules. Now we don’t know who but it’s very important we find out. Y/n,” He turned to you and you raised an eyebrow, “who’s been hurting you?” He asked sincerely.

“What? I’m fine.” You replied, slightly puzzled.

“No, Y/n. It’s okay we just want to make sure you’re safe. You’re not protecting anybody by not giving us a name. Or names.” Alby continued, walking over to you.

“I’m serious,” you stated again, “I’m absolutely fine. I don’t really know what’s going on.”

“What about the bruises?” Gally pointed to your neck, “you clearly didn’t put them there.”

Oh. Then the realisation hit you. All the boys thought the bruising on your neck was from someone hurting you. You looked over to Newt and his face had flushed a deep red, clearly, he understood as well.

“Alby. No one’s been hurting me. The bruises are…erm. Well-“

“They’re from me.” Newt cut you off, saving you from whatever was going to tumble out your mouth next.

The whole room turned to look at Newt.

He chuckled slightly, “the bruises on Y/n’s neck were put there by me. I didn’t break any rules, Y/n and I have been dating for nearly four months now. No one’s been hurting her.” He smiled sheepishly as most jaws in the room dropped a couple of centimetres.

“What?” Minho asked.

“Oh. Well, I’m glad to have cleared that up. You can all get back to work now.” Alby finished quickly.

Everyone got up, some chuckling slightly at the fact a gathering had to be called because you and Newt had been ‘up to stuff’.

Newt walked over to you and laughed as you covered your face with your hands out of utter embarrassment.

“Newt, come talk to me in a bit please. Sorry about that, Y/n.” Alby said with a small smile before shuffling out the room and leaving you and Newt alone.

“Well that was a bit awkward.” You stated, standing up as Newt pulled you into a hug.

“Just a little bit. But now we’re no longer a secret.” He put a hand to your face, “so we can do this whenever we want to…”

He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you tenderly. You kissed him back then smiled.

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TMR Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Prompts:

(4) Sorry, I tripped and fell... in love with you.

(48) Can I kiss you?

Word Count - 1.1k

It had been about two months since you had arrived in the Glade. You were the only girl in a place full of boys; it took a bit of getting used to. It also drew a lot of attention towards you. In the first couple of weeks, there had been a lot of arguments and fights over you, with different boys wanting you for themselves. It had concluded in you telling Alby that you’re not an object and you don’t belong to any of the boys. He then told all the boys that you were off limits to stop the arguments.

The rule didn’t stop you from getting close to certain boys. Certain boys being Newt. You had been drawn to him instantly when you arrived. He showed you round the glade, helped you become a runner and most importantly he supported you. It was a lot of pressure, being the only girl and sometimes it got to you but Newt was always there when you needed him.

The two of you were extremely close and more affectionate than best friends usually are. You wanted to tell Newt your real feelings, the truth was over the months you spent with him, you were falling for him. You didn’t want to upset Alby so you never confessed that to Newt.

One night, the bonfire was lit and you were sat around it with the other boys, Newt next to you. You were chatting to Minho and Thomas about running earlier in the Maze. Being a runner had made you close with these boys as well but they knew no one was going to get closer with you than Newt. 

Newt intertwined his hand with yours and passed you his cup of moonshine. You smiled and took a sip, wincing at the taste. You really worried about what Gally mixed up and threw in there. Newt laughed at your face. It was as if you’d just eaten a sour lemon.

“You okay?” You asked, putting your head on his shoulder.

He hummed in response as his head swayed slightly.

“Newt, how much have you had to drink?” You laughed at his current state.

“I don’t really know, love.” He whispered back drowsily.

“Hm, I think that means enough then.” You smiled as you took the cup off him once again, he released his hand, allowing you to take it.

“I’m gonna go to bed.” He murmured into your hair as he rested his head on yours.

“Okay,” you smiled, “see you when I’m back tomorrow.” You were running tomorrow and you guessed at his current state he wouldn’t be up in time to wave you off. “Night.” You smiled.

“Be safe, Y/n.” He lifted his head and untangled your fingers.

He stumbled up and stepped clumsily over the log. You laughed as he stumbled away towards the Homestead.

“When are you gonna tell him?” Thomas asked you.

“Huh?” You turned your attention from Newt to the boys sat next to you. Thomas, Minho and Chuck were all sat next to you with their eyebrows raised.

“When are you gonna tell Newt that you have a crush on him?” Chuck replied, smiling sweetly at you.

You rolled your eyes and smiled, “I do not have a crush on Newt. He’s my best friend.”

“Hm.” Minho looked at you with a face of disbelief.

“That’s a shame,” Thomas said.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that then?” You asked staring the three of them down and trying to fight the smile tugging at your lips.

“Because he has a crush on you,” Minho stated.

Your cheeks flushed red at his statement.

“Aw look, Y/n’s blushing.” Thomas chimed.

You shoved him hard in the arm as a smile spread across your face, “shut up, Thomas.”

The three boys just laughed at you. A sudden wave of tiredness hit you as you yawned.

“Ah, classic. The fake yawn to get out of a situation you don’t want to be in.” Minho teased.

You rolled your eyes and stood up, “whatever, see you in the morning.” You began to walk away towards the Homestead just as Newt had earlier.

“Wait, Y/n!” Thomas exclaimed, making you turn around to face him. You folded your arms and looked at him.

“Yes, Thomas?”

“Make sure you use protection.” He winked at you.

You bent down and picked up a small stone, throwing it at him.

He just laughed as you turned away and walked away. You couldn’t help but smile, the boys were completely right. You just didn’t want them to know that.

You walked into the Homestead and made your way to your private section, being the only girl meant you had a private room. When you got there you opened the door and jumped out of your skin when you saw Newt sat on your bed looking at you.

“Um, Newt… I think you might be a bit lost. What are you doing in my bed?”

“Sorry, I tripped and fell.” He responded, the same slur in his voice from earlier.

“Into my bed?” You laughed at him.

“No.” He looked up at you and held eye contact, “I tripped and fell in love with you.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his proclamation.

He stood up and stepped closer to you. You looked into his eyes and the previous dazed gloss was gone. The confidence came from the Moonshine but the words came from Newt.

He slinked his arms around your waist, warmth spread through your body from his touch.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, momentarily moving his gaze from your eyes to your lips.

You didn’t give him an answer, you just leant towards him and moved your hands to his jaw. He closed the distance between you and pressed his lips to yours. Electricity shot from your lips, filling your whole body with fire. You moved your hand into his blonde hair, the kiss deepening with every second. Newt moved his hand and cupped your face as the two of you parted. You moved into his hand opening your eyes gently.

He stared at you, taking in all your features as a small smile tugged at your lips.

“I love you, Y/n,” Newt whispered into the darkness that was slowly consuming your room.

“I love you too, Newt.” You smiled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the bed.

You rested your head on his chest as he gently stroked your head and played with your hair. He sighed deeply, his body relaxing. You mimicked his action and soon enough you were so relaxed and comfortable in each other’s arms that you fell asleep. Each with a smile on your face. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your chest. You and Newt finally told each other how you felt.

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Ron Weasley x Reader

Requested by @saracons87

Prompts:

(36) Hello, gorgeous.

(39) You’re beautiful.

(90) How long have you been standing there?

(91) Just admiring the view.

Word Count - 953

You loved going up to the Astronomy Tower at sunset. Watching the sun go down helped you clear your mind. It had been a particularly stressful past couple of weeks so you had been coming up here frequently. No one ever knew where you went in the evenings, they knew you well enough to know that whatever you were doing, you were doing it alone because you wanted to.

It was a Friday evening when you were sat up watching the sun when a familiar voice rang from behind you.

“Y/n?” It was the voice of Ron Weasley.

You and Ron were good friends and you had a few lessons together. He was really nice and the two of you got on really well. Throughout the duration of this year of school, you had developed a small crush on the redhead but you were too afraid to scare him off by saying anything. 

You turned around and smiled at him. 

“Hi, Ron.” You replied.

“You okay?” He muttered, his voice laced with concern, “What are you doing up here?”

You smiled at how genuine he was.

“Yeah,” you smiled warmly at him, “Just admiring the view.” You looked back to the sun which caused a pink hue all around. It really was pretty.

You motioned for Ron to come and sit next to you. He smiled, a slight blush forming on his pale cheeks.

“It’s beautiful.” You said watching the sun descend.

Ron turned his head and looked at you, “You’re beautiful.” He whispered gently.

You looked at him in a slightly confused, “what?” You replied.

“Oh, um. I-I...” His cheeks were reddening with every word, “I think you’re beautiful, Y/n. I’ve wanted to tell you something else for a while but I never know how to say it.” He gushed.

You smiled at him, “Say what?”

“That. Um. That I, er, that I really like you, Y/n. Like more than a friend.” He smiled sheepishly.

Your cheeks turned hot as you listened to his words. You smiled at him as he looked deeply into your eyes.

“I really like you as well, Ron. More than a friend.” You replied, chuckling slightly.

~

That was where your relationship began. Nearly every day after that the two of you went and watched the sunset together from the Astronomy Tower. You loved spending time with him and you never got bored. He told you stories of what had happened in his previous year at school, like the Chamber of Secrets and giant wizard chess, he told you about his family but also he asked about yours. He was extremely caring and you were so grateful to have him in your life.

One evening you went up before Ron because you had nothing else to do and he was with Harry and Hermione. You were playing around with your wand, creating sparkling pictures in front of you and then scattering them out.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Ron chimed from behind you.

You stopped drawing the flower and turned around. Your boyfriend was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, a large grin on his face.

“How long have you been standing there?” You laughed standing up and walking towards him.

He met you in the middle and snaked his arms around your waist. You smiled up at him as he planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“The dragon was my favourite.” He whispered, resting his forehead on yours.

You laughed and looked into his blue eyes.

“I drew that ages ago!” You exclaimed, “why didn’t you say anything?” You asked as he led you over to where you always sat.

He sat down and pulled you into his lap. You faced the sunset as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Because you were so focused. It was cute, I like watching you draw.” He whispered, nuzzling his head into your neck and leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw.

You pulled your wand out and continued drawing your flower from earlier. Ron watched each delicate flick of your wrist as you completed the piece.

Once finished you put your wand down and nestled into Ron. The flower fell to the floor like golden droplets of rain.

The two of you watched the sunset then you went downstairs. It was a Friday night, that meant there was no need to be in your own dorm tonight, so you followed Ron through the Gryffindor common room and into his dormitory.

The two of you climbed into his bed, ignoring comments and whistles floating around the room. The two of you drew the curtains, blocking out the other boys.

Ron laid down and outstretched his arm to you. You gladly accepted and nestled your head into his chest. He snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“You know that first night at the astronomy tower?” Ron whispered, delicately stroking your arm. You hummed in response. “I asked you what you were doing and you said you were admiring the view.” 

You moved your head back so you could look at him. You didn’t know where he was going with this and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“I was as well.” He muttered, “but I wasn’t looking at the sunset, I was looking at you.” He whispered, a small smile creeping onto his face.

You laughed gently and rolled your eyes. He was so cheesy.

“I love you, Ron Weasley.” You said, moving closer to him.

“I love you too, Y/n Y/l/n.” He whispered back, kissing the top of your head.

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Peter Parker x Reader

Reader and Peter have a secret relationship hidden from all the Avengers including her Dad, Tony Stark, but then suspicion grows among the team.

Word Count - 2.3k

You had met Peter when he first came to the compound with your Dad, Tony Stark. Seeing as he was the only person around that was your age, the two of you began to hang out a lot whenever he was around. His visits used to be about once a week but as the two of you became closer he would come more often whenever he could get away from school. 

When term time ended and school was finished for the summer, Peter came to the compound. The two of you became practically inseparable, you even trained alongside one another. You were best friends. It didn’t take long for the two of you to catch feelings and after keeping it from each other for ages, the truth finally came out and you became a couple, although no one else knew.

You were playing Mario Kart with Peter one afternoon in the compound. Peter always used to win but now the two of you played so often, you had become just as good as him. It was the final lap and you and Peter were neck and neck.

“Loser sneaks tonight.” Peter said to you, moving his controller as his character turned the corner.

“You’re on.” You replied. 

Peter’s room was two doors down from yours in the compound with Steve’s on one side of the corridor and Nat’s room on the other, in between you guys. Neither Peter or you were the quietest of people so it was always hard to sneak out of your rooms silently. The decision of whose room was usually chosen just like this.

The overall score of the races was 3-3. If you lost this one it meant you had to sneak out tonight. Peter was slightly ahead on the final bend, you could see a smirk tugging at his mouth as he sat beside you. You moved into his slipstream to get a speed boost but just as you did, Pete dropped a shell which hit you, flipping your kart. He crossed the finish line and raised his controller in the air in celebration.

“Woo! Parker 4 and Stark 3!” He turned and looked at you with a wide smile which you couldn’t help but replicate. “Better get your sneaky shoes on, Y/n/n.” He said with a wink.

“Sneaky shoes? What are you two up to?” You turned around to see Steve with his arms crossed and eyebrow raised. He had just walked into the room.

“Oh… Uh… Nothing we… Um… Just-” Peter stuttered terribly, a red hue becoming apparent on his cheeks.

“For the next round.” You finished for him. “Sneak attack.” You smiled, knowing Steve had no idea how Mario Kart worked so wouldn’t question further.

“Ah okay, well I’m afraid it will have to wait. Your Dad asked me to come get you for a team meeting. I’ll see you upstairs in 5.” He said with a smile before turning around and walking out.

You looked back at Peter and when you knew Steve was out of earshot you finally let the laugh you’d been holding in come out. Peter laughed with you and then his expression changed and he stared at you thoughtfully.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, blushing at his intense stare.

He shifted closer on the sofa towards you, “because,” he looked over his shoulder at the door to check no one was there, “you’re so beautiful, Y/n. And I love it when you laugh.” He reached out his hand and traced your jawline with his thumb.

You smiled at him before leaning in and giving him a quick kiss. You pulled away but before you could get up, Peter grabbed your arm.

“Come on, Parker. We don’t want everyone to be waiting for us.” You replied, looking into his chocolatey brown eyes. They were mesmerising.

“Just one more.” He whispered pulling you towards him and kissing you gently. You smiled back at him and he finally stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the door.

The two of you released your hands as you walked through the compound to the meeting.

When you opened the door, you saw that everyone was already sat down and your Dad was stood arms folded at the front of the room.

“Ah, they decided to turn up. Peter, Y/n, take a seat and we can finally begin.” He stated motioning to the empty chairs.

The chairs were on opposite sides of the room, you took your place between Bruce and Wanda and Peter made his way across the room, sitting between Steve and Bucky.

The meeting seemed to go on for hours. Every so often your eyes would wander across the table to Peter. The two of you locked eye contact and you stuck your tongue out at him. He smiled and returned with a funny face. You quietly chuckled as your cheeks flushed.

When you looked up again, you saw that Steve was staring right at you, his eyebrow raised like earlier. He looked at Nat and Nat looked at you, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips, causing you to squirm slightly in your chair.

You turned your attention back to your Dad and the images he had placed up on the screen. The meeting was a debrief of your previous mission. Tony played a clip of you and Peter taking down a terrorist group. You looked over at Peter and he smiled and winked at you. In the video, nearly all the bad guys were down and you finished off the last one by throwing him to the floor. When all the men were down, you and Peter high-fived and then Peter whispered in your ear before the two of you ran in opposite directions.

You smiled thinking about the words Peter had said.

“Nice move. I might use that one later tonight.”

You had blushed incredibly and rolled your eyes.

You were extremely glad there was no audio with this clip.

You looked back to Peter and you could see him remembering that moment as well, he smiled and bit his lip, he had kept to his word later that night.

After watching a couple more clips, the meeting was dismissed and you all got up and left the meeting room, migrating to the kitchen for dinner.

You and Peter sat next to each other whilst you ate and chatted about random things. Peter had his hand on your thigh under the table. He moved his hand slightly, stroking your leg, causing a tingle to shoot through your body. You sighed quietly. He smiled at your reaction.

After dinner, you went to your room. Peter sat on your bed reading whilst you hopped in the shower.

You washed your hair and body and then turned the water off. You grabbed your towel and stepped into your room, shivering at the quick change of temperature.

Peter looked up from the book and looked you up and down as you stood there in just a towel. He smirked and you rolled your eyes, chuckling at him.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked, getting up from the bed.

“You,” You replied, a large grin on your face.

“You can’t expect to walk out in just a towel and have no reaction,” Peter smirked, walking over to you.

“I would’ve thought you’d be used to it by now.” You raised an eyebrow and smirked at him.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it…” He replied, slinking his arms around you and pulling you close.

You kept one hand on the top of your towel and put the other on his jaw. He pulled you close and planted his lips on yours. You moved with him, the kiss becoming more intense with every second. Peter moved one of his hands to yours on the towel. You smiled and opened your eyes, staring into his. 

He smirked at you and moved his hand again. Suddenly you heard your door handle click. You jumped apart, quickly speed walking to different sides of the room.

As the door opened, your Dad poked his head in.

“Ah, Peter, there you are. I thought you might be here. Oh, Y/n. You’re in a towel… And Peter is here.” He furrowed his brow and looked at the two of you, “Um, is there something going on?” He asked eyebrows raised.

“No, of course not. I just came out of the shower when Peter knocked on the door asking to borrow one of my books.” You replied to your Dad, looking across at Peter who nodded.

“Yeah.” Peter agreed, smiling awkwardly.

Tony looked between the two of you again.

“Did you need something?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“Huh?” Your Dad asked, “Oh, yeah, just wanted to have a chat with Spidey about a mission.” He smiled, looking back at Peter.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Peter smiled, walking over to the door. “See you later, Y/n.” He looks you up and down again and smirks. Tony looked at his watch and Peter saw. “Oh, I mean tomorrow. See you tomorrow, Y/n.” He smiled, a blush rising in his cheeks.

“Yep.” You smiled back, walking over and shutting the door behind them.

You leaned back against the door and smiled. You had no clue how it had been three months and people hadn’t found out about you and Peter. He was so clumsy with his words. You shook your head and walked over to your dresser, changing into a t-shirt and comfy shorts.

It was your turn to swap rooms tonight so you read your book until it got dark. You looked at your phone. It was getting late and the others will have gone to bed by now. You decided it was safe to go to Peter’s room.

You put a marker in your book and put it down beside your bed. You got up and crossed to your door. Quietly moving the handle down you peered your head out to see if anyone was out there. The corridor was clear and Steve and Nat’s doors were both closed. You tiptoed out and clicked your door gently shut.

You tottered slowly down the hall to Peter’s room and when you reached the door you pulled the handle down, trying to be as quiet as possible.

The room was completely dark except for the light by the bed, illuminating his figure. He smiled at you as you stepped in and closed the door.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He whispered, moving across on the bed and making room for you.

You smiled and crept into bed next to him. He laid out his arm and you rolled into him, putting your head on his chest. He slipped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head. Relaxing into him, you realised how tired you were. You breathed deeply as Peter kissed the top of your head again and rubbed your arm softly with his thumb.

“I love you, Y/n,” Peter whispered as he hugged you even tighter.

“I love you too, Peter.” You smiled into him.

His body and his touch filled you with warmth as you nestled deeper into him. He reached an arm out and turned off the light, filling the room with darkness.

Soon enough, the two of you fell asleep tangled up with each other. 

The next morning you woke up to Peter suddenly stiffening and jerking upwards.

“Uh?” You said drowsily, slowly opening your eyes.

Suddenly you stiffened as well as you saw the scene before you.

Steve and Nat stood in front of you with their eyebrows raised and arms folded.

You quickly realised you were still tangled up with Peter and you removed your arms and legs from him.

“What is going on?” You asked, extremely confused about what they were doing in your boyfriend’s room this early in the morning.

“We were just about to ask you the same question.” Steve said with a small smile.

You looked at Peter beside you made a face and without saying anything he knew what you meant.

“Um, well.” He started, looking at the two sets of eyes in front of him, “Y/n’s been my girlfriend for about three months now. But we didn’t tell anyone and it’s been a secret this whole time.” Peter stumbled out, smiling at the fact he could finally show you off as his girlfriend. 

You watched as their jaws dropped slightly. Nat smiled and shook her head.

“I knew there was something up.” She said as she looked at Steve who nodded at her.

“But please, don’t tell my Dad.” You pleaded to the two stood before you.

“We won’t Y/n, but you need to. You can’t keep it a secret forever. He deserves to know.” Steve explained to you.

You slumped into Peter, “Yeah, I know.”

“Um, anyway. This has been a really, um, nice way to wake up but could you guys possibly leave now?” Peter stammered out, clearly a bit embarrassed about the whole situation just like you were.

They smiled before heading out. Just before the door closed, Bucky stuck his head in the door.

“Remember to always use protection kids.” He said with a cheeky wink before leaving the room.

He’d clearly been outside the whole time.

Once the door closed you covered your face with your hands. Peter pulled you into a hug laughing slightly.

“That was so embarrassing.” You laughed into him.

“It felt good. To finally be able to tell everyone you’re my girlfriend.” He smiled sheepishly.

You wrapped your arms around him as he brought his lips to yours.

“Next stop Mr Stark.” Peter chuckled nervously as you smiled up at him.

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Minho x Reader

Part One

After arriving at the Last City, the reader must find a way into Wicked to rescue Minho.

Word Count - 2.3k

You woke up to find you were in a parked car. All the other seats were empty. Your heart fluttered with panic until you turned and looked out the window. Newt, Thomas, Fry, Jorge and Brenda had their backs to you looking into the distance at something. You opened the door, causing all their heads to whip around in your direction.

“Y/n?” Thomas exclaimed, “are you okay?” He asked genuinely.

You looked down at your arm, it was wrapped neatly in a white bandage, clearly the work of Brenda.

“Er, yeah, I think so.” You stumbled out, “what did I miss?” You asked. Your mind whizzed around in a state of confusion, trying to piece things together, as you walked over to join the group.

“We were in the tunnel with the Cranks and then Jorge and Brenda saved our asses but you passed out from the cut on your arm. You scared the crap out of us, Y/n. If Brenda and Jorge hadn’t come then…” He trailed off and ran a hand through his hair.

You walked over to him and shoved his arm, “No way, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You teased. He chuckled in response.

You looked out to where the others were looking, “is that it?” You asked.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jorge replied.

“The Last City,” Newt stated.

“Well, Y/n’s up now. What are we waiting for?” Brenda stated.

Your group walked back to the car and piled in.

A lot had happened since you’d regained consciousness. You had reached the Last City but you couldn’t enter the gates. Then they started firing at you, that was when they found you and took you away. The Right Arm. Which you later learned was also Gally. You were surprised and confused to see Gally, you thought he had died when you escaped the maze. He told you about Wicked and what was happening then he shows you the way in. As soon as Gally mentioned her, you knew Thomas would get angry and refuse to help. You had been there the whole time, you knew the whole story. The love, the loss and the betrayal. Teresa’s betrayal.

“Thomas. You have to remember why we’re here.” You stated after pulling him away from the group to calm down. “This isn’t about her, this isn’t about you, it isn’t about any of us. It’s about Minho. If this is the only way to get him back then we do it. I don’t like it any more than you do but it doesn’t matter. Please, Tommy. For Minho.”

Thomas had reluctantly agreed. He knew this wasn’t the time to be selfish.

Then came Newt’s outburst. It had come right out of nowhere, the yelling and the shoving. You let Thomas handle it whilst you further developed the plan but you knew exactly what was going on. The Flare. Newt wasn’t immune and it showed. It had started to affect his brain and seeing him every day, getting marginally worse, made your heart ache that you couldn’t do anything to help him. But in classic Newt style, he put on a brave face and hid it from all of you. Until he lost control on Thomas. Newt didn’t care about Teresa at all, you knew that. It was just a way to let out the anger he had building up inside.

No matter how much you pleaded, Thomas didn’t let you go into the city with him to find Teresa.

“It’s not safe, Y/n. You need to keep recovering.” He’d said motioning to your arm.

It was still in the process of healing and still hurt but it didn’t bother you too much. Your mind had bigger things to worry about. Like Minho. You were so close now. You weren’t going to let anything get in the way and you would do anything to get to him. Reluctantly, you obeyed Thomas and stayed at the Right Arm whilst they went to meet her. It was getting late and the healing of your arm was draining you so you found somewhere quiet and soon enough fell asleep.

You were woken a couple of hours later by Newt.

“Hey, Y/n. Come on, we’ve got Teresa, she’s gonna tell us where Minho is.” He whispered, nudging you slightly to make sure you were up.

“Ok.” You said, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Newt offered his hand and you grabbed and he pulled you up.

“Thanks.” You smiled as you followed him to where Teresa was.

Something rose inside you when you saw her. You didn’t return the smile she gave you.

“Hi, Y/n.” She said casually, “how are you?”

There was nothing casual about this meeting at all.

“The small talk isn’t necessary. Just tell us how to get to Minho.” You replied flatly.

Teresa sighed loudly and without too much resistance began to tell you what you needed to know. When she was finished, you continued to probe with questions, making sure there was no margin for error.

“He misses you, Y/n.” Teresa added, “he has the strongest of minds out of all the subjects.” She finished.

“Subjects? Minho isn’t a subject, Teresa. None of them are. Some of them even used to be your friends. Do you remember what those are? Because it doesn’t seem like you have many left except for your new best friend, Janson.” You took a threatening step towards her but Newt stopped you.

“Okay, Y/n. That’s enough. I think she gets it.”

“Yes. Thank you, Newt. I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean it like that.” She dropped her eyes to the floor.

“Whatever, I’ve had enough. I just need a minute.” You said and walked out of the room hoping to escape for a while to clear your head.

You walked over to the wall and sat down, your back against it, hugging your knees. You dropped your head into your knees and took a few deep breaths. The thought of Minho being referred to as a subject floated horrors into your mind. ‘What were they doing to him?’ You asked yourself. You prayed he would be okay when you got there. You needed to get there. You suddenly realised it was selfish of you to let your emotions whirl like this. You replayed the speech you’d given Thomas the previous day. This isn’t about you or me, you’d said to him.

You stood up and walked back into the room to be greeted by three sets of eyes staring at you intensely.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked them, crossing your arms.

For Minho. For Minho. For Minho.

The words replayed in your head like a mantra. That’s why you were here. For Minho. And you weren’t about to give up now.

You called in Brenda and the five of you discussed the plan, every detail. There was no way it was turning out how the last one had.

The following day, you, Newt and Thomas walked into Wicked with Teresa. The three of you were dressed as Wicked soldiers. Your heartbeat never set into a steady rhythm until you got in the lift. You sighed deeply, you’d gotten through the main security. You were so close, that was when someone stuck their hand in the lift door just as it was closing.

Janson.

He filed into the lift and stood next to Teresa. You turned to your left and looked at Newt who just nodded at you, a sign of reassurance.

Janson began to babble to Teresa, proving your previous point that they were friends. Then he said Thomas was in the city. If your life isn’t on the line you probably would have burst out laughing at the comment and the hidden irony but you kept it together. The elevator stopped at your floor and the three of you followed Teresa out. You saw Thomas shove Janson slightly as you walked out.

“Subtle.” You whispered to him sarcastically once the doors closed behind you.

You split up once in the correct place and started searching for Minho. Newt and Thomas went together and you went with Teresa. Once the boys were out of sight, Teresa ran away from you. You chased her down the corridor but she went into a room and locked the door.

“What the hell, Teresa? We’re meant to be working together.” You shouted through the glass.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I really am but I need to run these tests on Thomas’ blood. It’s the only way we can save everyone.” She replied walking over to a desk.

You were about to ask her where the hell she got Thomas’ blood from but then you realised, the chips. She must’ve taken some when she took his chip out earlier. You shook your heading disbelief.

“Whatever. I can do it by myself.” You muttered. You had faith in your abilities. You were one of the best fighters in the Glade, you could manage.

You stepped away from the glass and jogged to the next window. It was a large lab with a table in the middle but no one was in there. You jogged to the next door and that was when the alarms went off.

“Shit.” You hissed under your breath.

Your previous jogging turned into sprints. You rushed to each door and looked in every room but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Come on! Where are you?” You asked to the silence of an empty room.

You hoped that Teresa had given you the truth and that this wasn’t a huge trap. It may well have been another test set by Wicked, nothing was certain in this world whilst people like Janson were still alive.

You were checking a small room when you heard the heavy footsteps. You ducked to the floor and hid under the window, praying they would run past. You heard muffled speaking and the footsteps stopped outside the door. You held your breath, not wanting to make a sound and stayed absolutely still. You moved your hand to where your gun sat around your neck. You shifted and held it, ready to defend yourself.

Finally, the feet continued and the guards moved on. After waiting a couple of moments, you stood up and continued to sprint around the complex, checking each and every room.

“Over there!” Someone yelled. You looked down the corridor and saw a group of guards looking your way. You turned around and ran.

You could hear their heavy footsteps following you up the corridor but you continued to run. A bullet whizzed past your head so you began to fire back, defending yourself, as you run. You hit one man but you were still heavily outnumbered.

Finally, the corridor started to bend slightly. You whipped around the corner and saw Newt and Thomas in a similar situation to you. Janson and guards were hot on their heels running towards you as you ran towards them.

You nearly tripped and fell flat on your face when you saw who else was with them.

Minho.

The two of you locked eye contact and you saw his face falter at the moment you felt tears brimming in your eyes.

“Y/n!” Thomas snapped you out of your trance by motioning to a door in the middle of the corridor. You nodded in agreement and put on a final all-out sprint to get to the door. Bullets flew all around coming from both sides but the guards had eased off slightly, afraid to hit their side on the other end of the corridor.

You got to the door just after Newt opened it. Newt and Thomas ran inside but Minho waited for you and then shut the door and locked it. The other two were already bustling to block the door but you didn’t register anything they were doing.

Minho practically ran towards you and hugged you tighter than he ever had before. Tears started streaming from your eyes. Tears of joy. You were finally back in his arms.

He put his hands on your face and you looked deeply into his eyes. You could see he was tired, he had heavy bags under his bloodshot eyes. You smiled at him through the tears.

“I-“ Before you could say anything at all, Minho cut you off by pulling your lips onto his. Heat surged through your body as the two of you moved rhythmically together. You realised how long it had been since you’d felt that feeling and it made you hungry for it even more.

You pulled apart and Minho whispered, “I missed you so much, Y/n. Every day without you was torture. The only thing keeping me going was knowing that I’d see you again.”

You were about to reply but again you were cut off. This time by a loud drilling sound coming from the door. Sparks flew off where the lock was. Janson was cutting through.

“Y/n, Minho, I hate to break it to you but that’s all the time we have for a reunion.” Newt spoke quickly, “we need to get out of here. And fast.” He scanned the room thinking of options, there weren’t many.

“I have an idea,” Thomas said.

You followed his gaze; the window.

“That’s crazy. We can’t… can we?” You asked, Thomas.

“I don’t think there’s any other option,” Thomas replied.

He then grabbed a huge barrel and threw it at the window, shattering the glass. You watched it fall, there was a large pool at the bottom. A soft(ish) landing for you.

You looked at Minho, he seemed just as scared as you were.

Whilst the four of you dithered on your exit plan, the door flew open.

Without hesitation, Minho grabbed your hand and the four of you jumped.

As you fell, a sense of relief and happiness washed over you. You had your best friends with you, you had Minho back by your side and you hoped you were escaping Wicked for good.

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Minho x Reader

Minho and reader were together throughout the maze and the Scorch but then Minho gets taken by WICKED and reader fights hard to find him and get him back but there are obstacles in the way.

Word Count - 2,126

Part Two

“NO!” You screamed as the guards put their hands on Minho. He struggled but he fought and lost. The guards began to drag him away. You attempted to lunge towards him but Newt grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You looked to your left and saw that Thomas had tried to run after him just the same as you. You turned your head back around and saw Minho’s eyes staring into yours, filled with panic. You tried to say something but no sound came out, only a harsh squeak. Newt tugged on your arm, retreating from the danger. You felt as if something had ripped a hole through your chest. Minho was gone. Taken away from you. You felt numb to all emotions except one. Your hate of WICKED intensified and surged through your blood, heating up every inch of your body. You had lost your best friend and the love of your life and it hurt like hell.

It had been months since that night and it never got much easier. The only thing that kept you from giving up entirely was the hope of seeing him again. This drove you to find a way to rescue him. You and Thomas had spent a lot of time together trying to think of strategies when you devised the plan with the train.

Your heart thumped out of your chest as you waited for Newt’s signal. You were crouched behind a tree with your gun tucked in your waistband. You heard the train first, the brakes screeching loudly and then Newt’s voice; the signal. You sprinted out from the bush and ran towards the train. You climbed up to the roof with Thomas and defended Newt whilst he detached the cars. WICKED came in hard and bullets whizzed past your head multiple times but you fired back, shooting them down individually.

When the door of the train car was opened, later on, you bundled into it alongside Thomas.

“Minho?” You asked into the dimly lit car. Your eyes raced over each face. Your heartbeat increased after each face. Not him. No. Not Minho. 

“He’s not here,” Thomas muttered the words that you were too afraid to.Your heart dropped and you turned around and stormed out. You walked fast to your Hammock inside.

“Y/n.” You heard someone call but they were shut down by Thomas, “No, leave her.”

‘Thank you, Thomas’ you thought in your head as you walked away. You didn’t want to be pitied and comforted. No comfort could be given and you didn’t want anyone’s pity.

When you reached your hammock, you climbed in and pulled the blanket up. Then you wept silently. This plan had been set weeks ago and it was all about timing. The small window of opportunity was gone. 

“There has to be another way.” You whispered to yourself. 

You wiped away your tears and pulled yourself together then got out of your hammock and went to find Thomas or Newt. They were both in the medical tent talking to Aris, who had been one of the prisoners of Wicked in the train carriage you picked up. The wrong train carriage. Even though you had liked Aris in the Scorch, now he was just a walking reminder that you hadn’t rescued Minho and you couldn’t bear to be around him.

He explained to you and the boys about what was happening at Wicked which made your heart ache. Thanks to you, Minho still had to endure all the horrors Aris was describing. You felt ashamed and angry when Aris told you that Minho was on the train as well. Emotion bubbled inside you as you realised how close you had come to seeing him again. You briefly closed your eyes and felt tears brim but you took a deep breath, put on a fake smile and walked out of the tent.

You walked over to the edge by the water and sat looking to the horizon. A couple of minutes later, you heard footsteps behind you and Thomas sat down next to you. You sighed deeply and shook your head, not knowing what to say to him.

He put an arm around your shoulders and rested his head on top of yours.“It isn’t over, Y/n. We’re not giving up. We’re going to get him back.” He muttered, lifting his head up.

“I know we will and I have an idea how to.” You replied.

Thomas removed his arm and looked at you. He raised his eyebrows as if to tell you ‘go on then…’.

“Aris told us where he’s going. So we go there.”

“The Last City?” Thomas asked.

“Yes, I don’t care how far, I’m willing to do it, for him. For Minho. He would do it for us and I know you know that. So, I’m leaving tonight. Whether you come or not is up to you but Vince doesn’t and won’t know. So keep your mouth shut, Tommy. The last thing I need is resistance from our own side.” You stated defiantly.

“We.” He replied flatly.

“What?”

“The last thing we need is resistance. I’m coming with you.” He replied.

You nodded your head and smiled slightly, “Good that. I’ll meet you later. Make sure you pack.”

You stood up and left Thomas by the waterside. When you walked past, Newt looked at you intently.

“What?” You asked, furrowing your brow. 

“Nothing.” He replied. His face read a strange expression you hadn’t seen on him before.

You nodded slowly and walked over to your hammock and packed all your things into your rucksack, ready for the evening.

Hours later, you made your way through the dark and out to the front. You found Thomas and the two of you walked towards the cars. When you got there, you saw Newt and Frypan sat in the car already. 

You looked at Newt and he chuckled, “What? You didn’t seriously think we didn’t know what was going on did you?” 

“Newt, I don’t care, we’re going and -“

“And we’re coming with you.” Finished Frypan.

“Minho means a lot to all of us, Y/n. And we’re prepared to do whatever it takes to get him back.” Newt responded.

“Then what are we waiting for?” Thomas asked, “let’s go.”

A small smile crept onto your face as you climbed into the car, sitting in the front next to Frypan. You thought you had the strength to do it by yourself but now you realised that there was no way you could’ve rescued Minho by yourself. Your strength was your friends. And now that they were here with you, your heart warmed and swelled with hope.

Frypan started the engine and the four of you drove off into the night.

You didn’t know when but you must’ve fallen asleep in the car because you woke up and the car had stopped moving. You looked around and saw a large dark tunnel ahead of you. You looked to your right and saw Frypan looking extremely nervous, his hands tapping on the wheel.

“That’s where I’d be.” You heard Newt say and you knew what he was talking about. Cranks. You looked ahead to the vast tunnel. It was dark and damp. Newt was right.

“It’ll be fine. Just drive slow.” Thomas said to Frypan.

Frypan sighed heavily and then restarted the engine.

“Wait, Y/n. Swap places with me.” Newt said before Fry moved forwards.

He was trying to protect you. Newt had always been protective over you, the same as Thomas. In fact all of the boys were. It was like having a group full of big brothers. Except for the fact they all knew you could kick anyone of their arses easily.

“Okay.” You said turning around and nodding your head. You opened the door and climbed out, moving to the backseat next to Thomas. Newt jumped in the front and shut the door. 

“Slow and steady, Fry,” Newt muttered as Fry rolled forwards and entered the tunnel.

The four of you kept driving through the tunnel with the headlights on and Newt shining the torch around. There hadn’t been any Cranks so far. That was until Newt put his arm across Fry, telling him to stop and pointed ahead. A Crank stood in the middle of the road looking at you. Fry braked gently.

You were all watching the single man in front that you didn’t realise more had come from the side. Suddenly something banged on the window next to you. Another one. Then one on Thomas’ window as well. Panic surged through you.

“Fry.” You almost whispered.

You looked around, Cranks were almost surrounding the car.

They started banging on the car, causing it to shake.

“Fry, come on, let’s go,” Thomas said, panicked.

All of a sudden, a Crank jumped on the bonnet of the car.

“Floor it, Fry! Go!” Thomas yelled.

Following instruction, Frypan put his foot down and the car began to move forward. Persistently, the Crank on the bonnet held on, he began to punch the glass which cracked but didn’t shatter.

“You’ve got to shake him, Fry!” You cried, your voice rich with anxiety.

Fry swerved left and right but the crank wouldn’t let go.

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat and Thomas grabbed your hand. You didn’t know if it was to calm himself down or calm you down but you didn’t care, you held his back. 

Finally, Fry managed to take the Crank out by driving close to a piece of scaffolding that was sticking out.

The next moment was a blur. 

“Frypan watch out!” You heard Thomas yell as he let go of your hand. Thomas’ warning was too late, Frypan crashed into something and the whole vehicle flew and flipped. Everything went silent as the engine cut out. Your vision spun a bit because you hit your head but you could feel throbbing up your arm. You looked down and saw that a stray piece of glass had split the skin between your wrist and elbow in a long line. It wasn’t too deep so you knew nothing would be damaged but it stung wildly.

You tried the door next to you but the angle of the car meant it wouldn’t open. As you pushed the door, Thomas had broken his window and he climbed out. You crawled over to his side and followed him out. As Thomas helped Newt out, you looked back the way you came.

You heard it before you saw it. A Crank yelled as he ran towards you. You whipped back around, Thomas and Newt were out but Fry was still inside doing something.

“Fry! Come on, we need to run.” You yelled at him. Your arm was bleeding heavily and you could feel yourself getting slightly lightheaded from the blood loss.

“Two seconds!” He replied in a grunt. You couldn’t see what he was doing but you knew he was trying to dislodge something in the car. You turned back to the Crank he was gaining and you took a step back wards towards Newt and Thomas. You put your hand to your holster but your gun was gone. It must’ve come out during the crash.

“Fry?!” Thomas shouted.

“Yep. Almost got it.” Frypan muttered quickly.

The Crank was within a couple of meters now and at the pace he was going, you knew he’d be here pretty soon.

Just as the Crank got close enough to touch you, Frypan lifted his head and pulled out his shotgun. He fired it into the Crank’s head and it dropped dead in front of your feet.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief. 

“Cutting a bit fine, no?” You said to Frypan. He shrugged his shoulders and looked up and his eyes almost popped out his head. You followed his gaze and your eyes did the same. A huge group of Cranks was coming your way, at pace.

“Run!” Newt yelled to the three of you.

You turned and began to run away from the oncoming danger but then you looked ahead. There were more Cranks in this end of the tunnel as well. You were closed in from both sides. Your vision suddenly spun, you looked down at your arm, which was still bleeding at the same rate as earlier. Newt looked at you and realised something was wrong. You were pale and swaying slightly.

“Y/n?” He asked, grabbing your other arm.

Without warning you dropped into his arms, just as the roar of an engine filled the cave. You don’t remember shutting your eyes but the world went black anyway. You vaguely recall being carried and moved and voices and gunshots but nothing else.