#i need to reread/rewatch tmr

[fannyspammy]

Hiii, I love your firsts series with Adam warlock and wanted to ask if you could do something like that with Minho? Because I saw you write for him too so I wabre to ask but if not that’s totally okey too! I don’t want to pressure you! Have a nice day!

Tease

Minho x Reader

Summary: the first time Minho admits he’s attracted to y/n

Warnings: nothing! You do get sassy asshole Minho & protective Minho (and a hint of soft Minho, if you squint) in one fic tho hehe.

A/N: A little break from the Adam fics with some Minho content! Shoutout to @theblaxkbird for requesting :) wasn’t sure if you wanted it sweet or a little spicier, so I kept it light! It is kind of long [& by kind of I mean very] tho oops sorry. If anyone wants more Minho content feel free to send in requests! Enjoy :)

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The first time y/n met Minho he was… well, insufferable. She arrived in the glade a month after he and the first group of gladers did, & was the first and only woman there. The other boys were either kind to her or afraid of her— either way, they looked out for her and catered to her needs. But Minho? Was an ass.

While the other boys helped pull her out of the box & introduced themselves with a smile, clearly excited to see a girl join the group, Minho led with his famous eye roll & a turn of his heel, walking away in a huff.

Newt apologized on behalf of his friend, explaining to y/n that he wasn’t normally like that, although they had been through a lot in the last month.

As the weeks went by, Minho made it a point to pick on her & tease her, every chance he got, and when he wasn’t doing that, he was simply pretending she didn’t exist.

“Ow! Um, excuse you,” y/n called after Minho when he aggressively bumped her shoulder, cutting her in line. Minho picked up a plate silently, unphased by the irritated girl standing behind him.

Newt rolled his eyes from a few places back. “C’mon Minho, you’re gonna cut in front of the lady?”

“Uh, no, I’m not gonna, ‘cause I already did,” Minho said, looking at his friend from over his shoulder.

Y/n rolled her eyes & swatted the air in dismissal. “It’s fine, Newt.”

After getting her food, y/n plopped down on the soft field a few metres from the Homestead, taking in the warmth of the high noon sun. She ate in comfortable silence, grateful to have a moment to herself in her day surrounded by rowdy boys.

Her comfortable silence was quickly broken by an uproar from the homestead. A chorus of voices erupted, indecipherable. She squinted through the sun, trying to see if she could spot the reason for the ruckus. It died down momentarily, and y/n got up to begin making her way over.

As she approached, Alby stomped out the door with incoherent shouts spilling from his lips, dragging Minho by the arm. Gally followed closely behind, Newt holding him back. It looked like there was a gash across his cheek.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

Why am I not surprised?

She turned around & returned to her spot, watching Alby scold Minho from a distance before leaving him sitting on the grass, ripping it from its roots like a child on time-out. She chuckled to herself, thinking how he was finally getting what he deserved. Then, from her peripherals, y/n saw Minho stand up & make his way over.

Crap.

“Whatcha doing out here?” he asked, hands in his pockets, a large bruise visible on his cheek now that he was closer. His tone didn’t seem hostile for once, but y/n wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to get there.

“What are you doing out here? Tired of getting your ass kicked in there?”

Minho rolled his eyes & plopped down beside her. “You still mad I cut you in line?” He rested his forearms on his knees, his toned muscles peeking out from under his rolled up sleeves.

Oh, god, there is no way this shuckface is gonna disrespect me, act like all he’s done is cut me in line, & then come flaunting his stupid muscles under his tight shirt.

Y/n stood up with a scoff, walking back to the Homestead. The last thing she had was energy to deal with Minho today.

————

“What’s wrong, luv?” Newt said as he approached y/n. “What’s gotcha sittin’ in a bloody corner all by yourself?”

Y/n crossed her arms. “Take a bloody guess.”

The Brit sat down across her. “Y’know, he’s not so bad.”

“All he’s done since I got here is bug me!”

Newt shrugged. “So he likes to tease. He also just took a punch for you.”

Y/n sat up. “He what?”

Newt raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t tell you? I saw him walk over to you outside to I assumed he came over to brag about it. The bugger almost got thrown in the slammer for ya”

“Newt, tell me what happened.”

Newt explained how as she walked outside, Gally made an inappropriate comment about her ass. To everyone’s surprise, Minho warned Gally not to talk about y/n like that again, but instead of apologizing, Gally commented something even more crude (something along the lines of “I’d like to stick it up there”, complete with gestures according to Newt). That’s when Minho really surprised them, lunging at Gally & tackling him to the ground. Gally got in one good punch before Alby finally lifted Minho off of him.

“Don’t worry, Minho definitely got more hits in than Gally did,” Newt informed. “But he was bloody riled up. Ya might wanna talk to him.”

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When y/n found Minho he was laying in his hammock facing away from her, tossing a rock up & down. He paused for a moment, holding the rock still between his index finger and his thumb, as if sensing her presence, & then resumed just as quickly, as if dismissing it.

“Minho?”

“Whaddaya want, shuckface?”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the nickname & trudged over to stand in front of him.

“I brought you an ice pack,” she said, holding it out for him to take. Minho eyed the ice pack, then her, then the ice pack again, before returning his attention to the rock in his hand.

Y/n rolled her eyes for the second time in 2 minutes. When he didn’t take the ice pack, she walked over to the other side of the hammock & placed it on his cheek herself.

As soon as the cold touched his skin, Minho glanced at her without turning his head, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, so you do know my name. I was beginning to think you actually thought my name was shuckface.”

“Damn, shuckface,” Minho emphasized the word & smirked at the eye roll it triggered. “Why you so sensitive today?”

Y/n laughed. “Me? Slim it Minho, I’m not the one who got into a fight over a comment. Hell, if I was as sensitive as your shuck ass we’d be in a fist fight every day.”

Minho groaned in frustration and mumbled to himself. “Of course Newt had to tell you…” Sitting up, he snatched the ice pack from her and began to play with it in place of his rock. “Well, I wasn’t gonna let him talk about you like that.”

“Why not? You talk about me like that all the time.”

Minho wrinkled his nose in distaste for her words. “You think I talk about you like that? I like to tease you, shuckface, not talk about you like some easy skank.” He tilted his head to look at her & shrugged. “And you know I don’t actually mean the klunk I say. I just like when you react, ya shank.”

When her brows furrowed with confusion, he realized she did not, in fact, know that.

“Wait, did you think I was serious? When I’d tease you?”

Y/n threw her hands up in exasperation. “Well, I don’t know, Minho! How was I supposed to know you didn’t actually hate me when the second I stepped foot in the Glade you just rolled your eyes & turned around? You didn’t even bother introducing yourself! I had to get your name from Newt as he apologized for you!”

Minho smirked playfully. “Aw, was the little greenie upset I didn’t give her attention?”

“Slim it, Minho.” Y/n began to walk away. “I dunno why I wasted my time coming here.”

Minho grabbed her wrist. His hand was cold from the ice pack he’d been holding. “Y/n, wait.”

The boy sighed as he pulled her forward to face him again. His head was tilted down but his eyes looked up at her, as if he was embarrassed.

“Look, I’m sorry for ignoring you when you first arrived.” Y/n’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

Did he just apologize?

Minho continued. “You’re the only girl in a field of dudes. And let’s be real, you’re attractive. Clearly whoever sent us here knows my type. And when you arrived, ya know, we’d only been here a month, we were just getting things into routine, getting a structure kicked in— things were just starting to get… normal.”

He laid back down in his hammock again, hands behind his head as he regained his confident composure, attempting to mask the substance of his words with nonchalance.

“Not to brag, but I’d already started to build a reputation as a strong leader, & I knew a lotta those shanks out there looked up to me. So when you showed up, I just didn’t wanna get… distracted. But I should’ve been more welcoming. I’m sorry. And if you were actually upset about me teasing you this whole time you shoulda said somethin’, shuckface, ‘cause I just didn’t know.”

“Now wait just a damn second,” y/n said, putting her hands on her hips. “Are you telling me the whole reason you’ve been acting like an ass is because you’re attracted to me?”

“No, I’m telling you I didn’t want to be distracted by you.” He began tossing the rock again.

“Because you’re attracted me.”

“Am not.”

“You literally just said I’m your type.”

“Mm, is that what I said, though?”

“Minho!” Y/n punched him playfully and he reacted in mock hurt.

“Ouch! A girl who packs a punch? Maybe you are my type after all,” he teased.

Y/n looked him up & down, as if measuring what she was working with, then replied with a smirk. “Good.”

With that, she walked away, Minho’s eyes trailing behind her. Before she was out of sight he called after her.

“Thanks for the ice pack!”

Without looking back she shouted her reply, amusement playing on her lips.

“You’re welcome, shuckface.”

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[liliumsabyss]

Hello I have once again found myself rereading the Newt fics and my love for them continues to grow. However thoughts have been thunk and I need protective Newt in my life. I’m happy to let you run wild with whatever ideas you want, if you can’t think of any here are some ones that have been floating around my mind:

Newt protecting reader while they escape the maze. Newt protecting reader at the WICKED facility (probs not what it’s called but can’t stop and think about that right now). Newt protecting reader from himself while he has the flare. Newt protecting reader from Teresa/WICKED after the betrayal.

Anything you want, I’ll take it all.

All the love for you and your work ❤️

Protecting and Patching

FEM DNI, I SWEAR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Newt(TMR) x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.96k

Tw: Maybe OCC Newt, Blood, Injuries, Mentions of Death, WICKED, Swearing, Weapons, General TMR Violence, Film Newt, Based on Both Novel and Film

A/n: Hey again! It makes me so happy that you enjoy the fics so much! I really like the idea of Newt protecting the reader at the WICKED facility especially since my love of that scene in both the films and novels is just <3<3<3 I love that scene so much of course I love Newt more and he’s just so great in the scenes even if it’s very subtle he does a lot of the shit in the scenes. I had so much fun writing this to the point that I rewatched the scene like eight times to include all the little detail things that happen since I just wanted to capture the feel of the scene and Newts character in that scene since it’s like their first time with face to face peril of WICKED. I had a load of fun writing this and I also learned that Thomas Brodie-Sangster the guy who plays Newt is one of the voice’s of Ferb from Phineas and Ferb I don’t know if I love this fact or if it makes me want to cry. Anyway I hope you enjoy and all the love to you! Thank you so much!

The boys flooded out of the vent into a dark room that was made of dark concrete floor and bright white concrete brick walls that were decorated with metal pipes winding and weaving into the florecently lighted hallways. The group stood antsy waiting for Thomas to give the next instructions, (Y/n) rocked on the balls of his feet, Newt quickly stepped closer to the other. Thomas started heading down the hallway.

“ Wait, go ahead I’ve got something I need to do” Aris calls out to the rest, one replying they will go with him.

The boys started sprinting down the hallway, Newt making sure the (h/c) haired male was beside him. The sound of footsteps pounded through the wall and the group turned the corner only to be met with a lady in a lab coat. The blonde quickly stumbled back making sure to put himself slightly in front of his lover blocking him subtly from the woman. 

“ What are you kids doing-“ The lady started before being cut off with the howl of sirens projecting from overhead siren lights flashed yellow. The lady’s face quickly contorted as the boys seized her holding her hostage as they continued their sprint through the corridor. They turned a corner (Y/n) being in front of the blonde when the ones who had passed the corner skidded to a stop. A man in all black with what appeared to be a large gun shouted a hey before raising the weapon and opening fire. Newt grabbed the (h/c) haired arm pulling him back clutching onto as they started to sprint the opposite way.

“ Are you ok!” Newt tried to shout over the chaotic shouts and pounding of footprints but it didn’t reach the other as he froze looking away towards where the man had come from. The blonde turned to see what the other was looking at, Minho was stopped several feet away with his fist tightly clenched, some let out calls questioning what he was doing at a time like this. Minho turned around letting out a yell as he sprinted full speed hurtling towards the wall as the man came around the corner. He kept through the air his knees close to his chest as he soared into the man taking him off guard knocking him into the concrete walls rendering him unconscious or dead. (Y/n) couldn’t exactly tell as the group surged forward Newt grabbing his arm dragging him along. Thomas had picked up the gun leading the group of boys through the winding hallways as they still kept the woman in the lab coat hostage.

A large metal door stood in front of them quickly being opened as they surged in seeing five very startled people in lab coats. Thomas holding up the large gun waving it between them screeching ‘where is she’ repeatedly. Newt turned to see (Y/n)’s face, he was biting his lip trying to push down the fear but the blonde could still see it in his eyes which had widened at Thomas’ sudden act of aggression. Newt quickly stepped in front of the other pulling his own arm behind his back to grab the (h/c) haired male's hand looking back raising his eyebrow. (Y/n) just gave the other a nod. Thomas had passed the gun to Minho who continued to keep the WICKED employee’s at gun-point. Newt ran forward grabbing a long strip of cloth attempting to tie their hands together as Thomas retrieved Teresa from the medical bed. Then suddenly someone standing next to the (h/c) haired male shouted ‘they’re coming this way!’ (Y/n) looked petrified turning towards the window in the door right where he had been standing. 

“ (Y/n) get back!” Newt screamed, his eyes widening in fear as he pushed through the crowd in the room towards the door. (Y/n) quickly sprinted out of the way, the blond pushed over a nearby metal examination table it made a loud clatter that shuddered through the already clambering room. There was a loud screech as the table was pushed by Newt up against the door barricading it. 

“ BACK EVERYONE GET BACK!” Someone shouted as a loud crash was heard, reinforcements crashed into the door trying to bash it open. (Y/n) turned at the sound of the panging of glass only to see Thomas thrusting a stool into the glass attempting to break it only to be unsuccessful. Newt looked with terror at the door as the WICKED guards were so close to breaking in so close to getting them all and then what would happen would they be killed like their so called rescuers or would only some of them be killed, would one of them be himself or even worse (Y/n), that future could not exist, he picked up another stool hurdling it towards the glass with Thomas. The loud sound of a shatter filled the room as the glass rained upon them. The boys leapt through the empty window frame that still had remnants of glass. Newt kept turning as the (h/c) haired male shakily attempted to climb through with the blonde spotting him, he however stepped on a piece of glass piercing through his foot the tip covered in blood appearing at the top of his shoe. The male let out a quick yelp falling forward onto Newt who luckily caught him.

“ Can you walk?” Newt said worriedly looking between the other’s shoe that was covered in blood.

“ I think so…” (Y/n) seethed, clenching his teeth. The blonde slowly lowered the male's legs to the ground still keeping his arms around him to take some of the weight of his foot. Newt looked up at (Y/n), (Y/n) giving a curt nod, his arm still stretched around Newt. Then they hear a loud crash. The (h/c) haired male didn’t even get a chance to look back before Newt had started sprinting, still supporting some of (Y/n)’s weight. The group sprints through the hallway being led by Thomas, Newt and (Y/n) towards the front of the group running on pure adrenaline. They all ran through a door. A man in a black ski mask with blank eyes stood there with a large gun which must have been the standard for WICKED. Thomas with little hesitation shot the man with the weapon he had been holding. Suddenly they hear the thundering footsteps echoing down the hallway from the WICKED employee’s. Someone yells shit as they race off again, they finally get to the access door all of them clinging desperately to the large industrial door. Thomas frantically swipes the ID card into the access slot, the door buzzes and a red light flashes denying access. The doors metal jaws stay clamped, some slap Thomas’ back yelling word’s of rush such as ‘c’mon’ and hurry up, but once again Thomas tries are futile as he once again frantically swipes the card it fails buzzing a sound of denial and flashing red. They hear the heavy footsteps of guards looking down the hallway and they see Jason surrounded by guards in tactile equipment heavily armed and holding up shields. Newt quickly pushed (Y/n) into the corner of the wall as gently as he could keeping in mind his injured foot shielding him from the rest as he turned to face the guard’s. Thomas quickly started walking towards Jason ready to open fire shouting at him to open the door only for him to respond with a threatening ‘you don’t want to do this’. Newts head whips behind him making eye contact with the (h/c) haired male whose hands were placed on the blondes back shaking, Newt looked away avoiding making the other more terrified he looked desperately back at the card slotted only one thought pummeling through his head how were they going to get out of this. Then as if a higher power heard Newt’s thoughts the heavy metal door screeches open its heavy jaws. Newt gives a cry of relief like most of the group as he throws (Y/n)’s arm around him, (Y/n) lets out a hopeful smile before they stumble through the door. Thomas lets out a few shots before his gun becomes jammed, throwing it at Jason and his security personnel. The metal door starts to shut slowly sliding down, everyone is screaming for Thomas to get there and in the little gap between the metal teeth of the door and the floor Thomas slides under. Jason hits the window of the door angrily as Thomas flips him off. (Y/n) still clasping onto Newt sticks his young out briefly mocking him as wide smiles spread onto the boy’s faces. They start at full speed sprinting through the large warehouse-like room stopping when they approach the large metal gate that stood a steel or iron giant whatever material it may be in front of them towering twenty feet standing between them and their freedom. Thomas quickly pulled a red lever allowing the doors to steadily open heavily, dragging open a greyish-blue smoke swirled past the door as the group flooded out.

Once they got to safety Newt and his lover separated from the group. The blonde still supported the others' weight as they hobbled to a corner where the two could sit. Newt carefully helped the other sit on the floor hoping that the pain had decreased and the bleeding stopped. He looked up at the other for permission as he went to take off (Y/n)’s shoe the (h/c) haired male nodded. Newt tried to take his shoe off as carefully as he could looking up at the other male who was biting his lip trying to not show how much pain he was in. Newt slid off the shoe to see a several inch wide gash going straight through the (s/c) skin of (Y/n)’s foot . It was bloody but didn’t appear to be bleeding as much as it was, being mostly caked in dried blood. Newt quickly took a flask of water that he had picked up earlier pouring the water on the wound. (Y/n) squirmed clenching his fists in pain.

“ I'm sorry love, I'm sorry.” Newt apologized, trying not to look up at the other in guilt. The blonde quickly tore apart part of his white cotton shirt’s sleeve, he gently held up the (h/c) haired male's foot using the cloth as a makeshift bandage wrapping the wound tightly letting the foot go carefully. The blonde then slid next to his lover putting an arm around him. 

“ This hurt’s like a shucking bitch!” (Y/n) whined to Newt waving his leg in the air.

“ It looks like we will be limping together for the time being.” Newt chuckled slightly making the rare joke about his leg only for (Y/n) to give him a bewildered look and a slight nudge. (Y/n) grabbed Newt hand interlacing them, Newt pulled their hands towards himself raising them slowly to his lips kissing (Y/n)’s hands as he peered at them with his honey brown eyes he gave out a short amused hum seeing the others bashful face.

“ We should get some sleep.” The blonde said hugging his lover slightly more into him, the (h/c) haired male leaned his head against Newt's shoulder with Newt reciprocating the action leaning his head against the others head.

“ Goodnight Newt”

“ Goodnight (Y/n), love”

The two drifted off into sleep in each other's embrace, the other boys shaking their heads at the lovesick couple leaving them alone as they continued to their shifts making sure not to wake the pair.

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