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You were at the same terrible office party that you go to every year. You don’t like it mostly because the music is always too loud and there is an open bar, which is cool when you have self control however, most people don’t and get really drunk, really quick, and end up trying to flirt with you. There is raffles sure , and some Christmas songs, however you just never really enjoyed it, and you never won the raffles either. So why? Why did you come to this office party year after year if you were so opposed to it? Well, it was one person, Simon James. He was a quiet and reserved but an incredibly hard worker, though he never gets the recognition he deserved, which often upset you. You’ve never had the courage to talk to him, But this time you were prepared, you took a shot then got a margarita and was sipping on that. Now it may have not been the smartest idea, however, since you were a bit of a lightweight, but it was too late now. You practically marched up to him and tapped on his shoulder. He jumped a bit, almost as if he was surprised that someone was talking to him. “ oh…Hello Y/N, how are you, “ he asked softly. You smiled and nodded , “ great….uhhh…would you like to go outside and talk?” His eyes widened, “ i…it’s a bit cold…they..they said it might snow tonight.” You shrugged, “ perfect, it will be a nice backdrop, also i heard there are fire pits on the deck.” He smiled a bit confused but nodded, “ alright.” 

Another BTR AU with mah buddy Alexis. Vampire AU in which humans are mere cattle and owned by the wealthier class vampires and human Kendall is plucked from a group of rebels gearing up to fight back and given to a vampire Logan as his first fresh blood source.

Natalie Cole- This Will Be

Newt Imagine // The Maze Runner

REQUEST: [anonymous] Can you please write a Newt imagine based off Dancing On My Own by Robyn (or Calum Scott)? Can you title it as the song? Tysm

TAGS: songfic, lyrics, heartbreak, swearing

LISTEN TO THE SONG [HERE]

Somebody said you got a new friend Does she love you better than I can? There’s a big black sky over my town I know where you’re at, I bet she’s around

Staring down at my shoes I didn’t think Newt would move on that quick, jumping to another girl. I learned from Minho, who heard it from other gladers that Newt met another girl from Group B. Her light brown hair was just as attractive as the features on her face, and she knew right away that she can clasp onto him just by hearing his British accent.

I know for a boy like Newt, he would be freer with his social time with girls than I could imagine him being with anybody. Even me.

From the way Minho told it, their “lunch break” was them holding hands, he would bring a small music player and play classical music or sometimes rock and they would share a plate together until it was empty. At first I didn’t believe him because Minho is known for teasing and simply being a shank, but I had to see it for myself.

And yeah, I know it’s stupid But I just gotta see it for myself

I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh oh oh I’m right over here, why can’t you see me, oh oh oh And I’m giving it my all, but I’m not the guy you’re taking home, ooh I keep dancing on my own

I’ll be damned. He was right. I watched at the entrance of the empty cafeteria after the lunch hours as Newt presses his hand on the girl’s cheek as he kisses her passionately. This sudden ache in my heart caused me to turn back around and walk back to my room, instincts telling me not to let a teardrop out.

He used to kiss me like that, stifling a smile or a giggle after. He’d wipe a few things off my face after I had just eaten something and he’d laugh at that too. It consisted of Newt sitting by me on the bench with his hands folded on the table, staring at me as I went on and on about my day in the Glade.

I just wanna dance all night And I’m all messed up, I’m so out of line, yeah Stilettos and broken bottles I’m spinning around in circles And I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh I’m right over here, why can’t you see me, oh And I’m giving it my all, but I’m not the guy you’re taking home, ooh I keep dancing on my own And oh no

It’s hard for me to remember now: which one of us ended it? Me or Newt? Either way, our love didn’t last long. As soon as we were brought in we drifted apart, we had different schedules and I was dealt with many doctors’ appointments while he was probably on the other side of the facility, kissing another pair of lips.

In this state of mind I just want to chug the last of whatever’s left in my drink that I stole from the kitchen.

So far away but still so near The lights come up, the music dies But you don’t see me standing here I just came to say goodbye I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh And I’m giving it my all, but I’m not the guy you’re taking home, ooh I keep dancing on my own And oh no

“Newt’s not coming back, is he?” I asked Winston, while he stuffs his face with his dinner.

“Hm?” He muffles through his mouth.

I shoot him a look and wait for him to swallow his food.

“Sorry,” he says. “My answer is nope.” He points with his spoon, Newt and his girlfriend sat at a table far away from us. Same kiss, same smile, same laugh, same routine. 

“Are you sure?” I asked, my throat suddenly feeling dry.

“Absolutely. I met Newt before there was that new girl over there. Has he said anything to you since?”

“No.”

How does he not see me? I’m right here. Not even a smile, not a wave, not a hello, not a glance. Nothing. It’s like I’m invisible. I watch him disappear into the hallway escorted by other workers as a doctor injects a needle in my arm. What was more painful, the needle or the heartache?

Sit down in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh no And I’m right over here, why can’t you see me, oh no And I’m giving it my all, but I’m not the guy you’re taking home, ooh I keep dancing on my own

My hand fell away from the wall as he kisses her one last time, almost a dozen feet away from where I stood. Neither of them noticed my presence. I’m that far but close enough to approach him. I lay in my bed when night hit, hearing nothing but my breathing, staying awake watching the wall. 

Minho and Winston had been very clear about letting the heartbreak consume me day by day and it’s important to distract me quickly. But Newt moved on so fast as if I didn’t exist anymore and I was being used like a toy, thrown away when I became boring. Newt went on to love someone else before I could even talk myself into saying a word to him. 

If the heartbreak did consume me, I’d be moping around by myself, too bad. I wasn’t Newt’s girlfriend anymore. I let him go.

So far away, but still so near The lights come up, the music dies But you don’t see me standing here