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[ Imagine #28 ] Kiss you awake ~ Newt

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Pairing: Newt x reader

Word count: 950 words (it’s kinda short)

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“Neeewtie!”

I stumbled, tripped and almost fell over the tree trunk my best friend Newt sat at, and tried to prevent a fall by quickly grabbing the collar of his shirt.

This caught him by surprise and he lost his balance, falling back down on the ground behind the baunstamm, pulling me with him.

He groaned due to the impact of the fall, and i landed on top of him, giggling.

Usually i would have been quite embarressed by our situation, but due to the alcohol that clouded my mind, i couldn’t quite comprehendwhere exactly i was laying in this moment.

I rolled myself from on top of Newt back the ground, laying with outstreched arms, staring in the dark blue sky. As usual no stars were to be seen, only the moon.

Newt stood up slowly, dusting his pants off and then  extended his right hand to help me up.

I ignored his hand and instead smiled dreamily at him. “You have pretty hair”, i mumbled, more to myself.

“What?”

I sat up and raised my voice slightly.

“I said, you have pretty hair. I like it.”

Newt unconsiously runned his hand trough his hair and i could see a blush creeping up his neck, but then he shook his head.

“Y/N, you’re drunk and have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Maybe”, i yawned and closed my eyes, “i’m just gonna sleep now.”

Newt P.o.V

I sat next to her sleeping peacefully, softly snoring and her hair sprawled out on the ground. She smiled in her sleep and looked like a beautiful angel.

One strand of her hair laid across her face, and i streched out me hand in an attempt to carefully put it away from her face.

Suddenly someone jumped over the trunk and dropped down next to me, causing me to quickly pull my hand back.

“Is she sleeping? And why are you still just staring at her like a creep? Man up and ask her out!”

I suppressed a irritated groan. Minho.

“Bloody hell, be quiet! You’ll wake her up. And no, i’m not staring like a ‘creep’ and no, i’m also not gonna ‘man up and ask her out’. I already know her answer”, i hissed, careful not to be too loud. It would be a disaster if she’d wake up and hear the conversation.

“Alright, alright. Just get her in her room somehow, i’m sure she doesn’t want to sleep alone outside”

After Minho left again i picked her up, careful not to wake her, one arm under her knees the other around her shoulders, her head resting on my chest.

I walked over the glade with her, followed by someone whistling, probably Minho.

This kid was a pain in the ass.

I carried her upstairs, kicked the door open with my foot and then gingerly laid her down on her bed.

Smiling down at her, i sat on the edge of the thin matrass  and finally brushed that one persistent strand of hair that always stuck out, behind her ear.

Y/N let out a content hum in her sleep, turned her face slightly towards my hand and smiled.

“I wonder who you are dreaming about, love.” I stared down at my hands, sighing.

“You know, i wished… it was me, but i know that won’t - that won’t happen, right? I guess you like Tommy, do you? But i - i like you more. Maybe even love you. And you’ll probably never know, because i certainly won’t tell you. So i’ll just - just forget you, i guess.”

I stood up, slowly, and before i snuck over to the door, i bent down to her and pressed a featherlight kiss on her soft lips, the only kiss i would ever get to give her.

Our lips had barely even touched, but it had sent electricity through my whole body, and i had to hold myself from giving her another kiss.

Quickly i backed away, but before i could get out of the room, her eyes fluttered open and she yawned, sitting up.

“Newt?”

“Y/N…you’re awake.”

She rubbed her eyes. “Did you - did you just kiss me?”

I drew in a sharp breath. “Oh god, Y/N, i’m so bloody sorry! I never meant - i never wanted-” i stumbled over the words, my cheeks burning in embarrassment, “it’s ok if you hate me now, i should’ve never done this, i’m -”

“Did you mean it?”

I stopped my rambling, looking at her. Y/N sat on the bed, with her hair tousled. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

“Did you mean it?”, she repeated.

“Mean what?” i replied, nervous and confused. Why didn’t she just throw me out of the room?

“The kiss. And what you said … before.”

“You heard this?”

She didn’t answer, just smiled.

I suddenly thought of all the times Minho and Thomas had tried to encourage me to confess my feelings saying things like  'just man up and ask her out, you shank,’ and 'the worst she can say is no’, and i pulled myself together.

“I meant… every single word.”

Her smile got wider und she got up, stepping over to me.

I stared , transfixed by her, unable to move a single muscle in my body.

“That’s good, because otherwise i would be about to do something very, very stupid”, she mumbled, barely audible.

She cupped my face with her hands and brushed her lips lightly over mine. “I like you too. Maybe even love you”, she whispered against my lips, before i grabbed her at her waist, pulling her closer, kissing her with all the feelings i hid for so long .

The Woods

The Magicians

Word count: 950 (’s a drabble)

Summary: Based on this post by @promptness


“Okay, that’s it,” Eliot pants, shaking his head as he comes to a stop, hand waving in front of him as he doubles over, trying to catch his breath. “That -,” He raises his head enough to look at Quentin, pointing at him as he gulps down air, “Is it!”

Quentin frowns, crossing his arms across his own heaving chest. “We’re just a little … lost. We’ll find the trail -,”

Margo steps in between them, pointing a perfectly manicured nail at both of them, “No,” She says, breathless as well, though she doesn’t seem to be sweating at all. Quentin wonders if it’s because she cast a no persperation spell or something. “We’re done,” She growls between gritted teeth. “Do whatever - you do to summon Penny so we can go home!”

“I can’t just -,”

She takes a step closer to him, narrowing her eyes up at him as she snips, dangerously, “You made us come hiking, and got us lost on the wrong. Fucking. Trail. Quentin,” She reaches up and pokes him in the chest, nail digging into the dip between his pectorals, “If you don’t get Penny here in the next twenty seconds, I will turn you into a fucking hamburger and eat you!”

“Penny doesn’t get summoned!”

She huffs through her nose, fingers twisting around until she’s fisting them in Quentin’s shirt and jerking him down to her height. “I swear to god, Q,” She whispers, voice dangerously low as it fans over his nose, “If you don’t get Penny here, you will never live to see another god damn day.”

Eliot stands up behind her, stalking towards them, and leaning down with narrowed eyes, “She won’t be the only one killing you, Quentin. If you don’t get him here, now, we will leave nothing for the police to find.” He pauses, standing upright, “Or anyone.”

Quentin sighs, closing his eyes. C’mon, Penny, we need you. It’s an emergency. Please. Help. SOS - Save our souls. What do I have to say? Save us. We’re going to die! His thoughts are rushed and frantic, but knowing Penny not even ‘we’re going to die’ is going to be enough to get him -

“Took you long enough!” Margo gasps, letting go of Quentin’s shirt.

Quentin opens his eyes, smiling guiltily as Penny looks over them and sighs, face going remarkably blank, before complete and utter frustration works across it. “What the fuck!?” He stalks towards Quentin, pointing an angry finger, and, okay, Quentin’s tired of getting pointed at today, “You said you were going to die!”

He nods. “They were going to kill me.” He motions towards Margo and Eliot who are watching Penny expectantly. “Because they’re scared of a little excerise.”

“We’ve been hiking for hours!”

Penny turns his glare on Eliot. “It’s been forty five minutes.”

Eliot’s face falls. “Oh,” He breaths, shrugging one shoulder, “Well it felt longer than that.” Penny stares at him, narrowing his eyes. “Can we go now? Or are we just going to stand here all day? Because I need a drink.”

Penny huffs, holding his hands out and shaking his head with a roll of his eyes. “I fucking hate you guys.”

Margo grins, grabbing onto his arm as Quentin and Eliot each take a hand, “We love you too,” She chirps as they’re transported out of the woods and into the Physical Kids Cottage.

Alice looks up from her books as they appear, frowning, “You’re back already?” She asks, soft, as she closes the book on her lap.

Quentin nods, frowning as he flops down on the couch. He’d hated it, too, but he hadn’t complained. So he gets to complain about them complaining. Because his friends suck. “They were whining the entire time.”

“Oh whatever,” Margo says, pushing him over and sitting in between them. “You were just as close to collapsing as we were.”

“At least I wasn’t going to give up on the bonding hike.”

Eliot rolls his eyes, leaning down on the arm of the couch and patting Quentin’s head, “Poor baby,” He murmurs, “Would a special cocktail make you feel better?” He pauses, tilting his head, “I know it’d make me feel better.”

Margo grins, “Getting drunk together is our thing. Why do we need to change that anyways?”

“ … Because it’s not healthy to stay inside all day?”

She shrugs, “Who gives a fuck about healthy? We’re young, we’re hot, we’re horny. We don’t need to hike to bond.” Leaning over, she wraps her arms around him, grinning, “C’mon Q. Let us keep being bad influences. You’ll only hate it for, like, ten minutes.”

Quentin turns to pout at Alice but she raises her hands between them, “Don’t look at me. They’re your friends.”

“They’re your friends too!”

She snorts, “Not today, they’re not. You’ve got custody.”

“That was for the hike!”

“Mmm, no,” She grins, pushing herself up from the couch, “The whole day. Have fun, kids!” Turning to Penny, she holds a hand out.

Penny glares, before sighing and taking her hand. “You do realize I’m not a fucking taxi service, right?” He asks, before they vanish, and a cocktail appears in Quentin’s hand.

He sighs, turning his attention back on Eliot and Margo.

Eliot stares at him for a long moment before sighing dramatically, and hopping over the couch to take Alice’s spot, “Fine,” He breathes, “Next weekend we’ll try something … less. Indoors.”

“Maybe a picnic,” Margo suggests, “How’s that, Q?”

Quentin huffs, bringing the cocktail to his lips, and mumbling, “That sounds great.”

And he means it. Even if his friends are the worst. Also, he never, ever, wants to set foot in fucking woods again. But they don’t need to know that.

Besides. A picnic? That sounds amazing

*changes the color of my ASUS 970 PRO GAMING/AURA AM3+ AMD 970 + SB 950 SATA 6Gb/s USB 3.1 ATX AMD Motherboard LED Lights to a sultry red to set the mood for when my girl is over*

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Still have a decent amount of copies of my female SD accent Fledge on the AH for 450g. Will do a crossroads for treasure at 1:950 rate.
There’s still 1 copy of wasteland tatters left as well.

ayyyy after two years stuck at 950~ (seriously it’s been two years) i finally reached 1k a miracle has happened

so i’m not sure but maybe i’ll do like name aesthetics or requested book aesthetics or a drawing giveaway or something. i’m surprised so many ppl have stuck around for these .. interesting… three years lol but thanks!!!

(This is the first in a series of short stories inspired by the lovely Quarian images created by MrBenvey)

The Fish

I met a young human child the other day. She was wandering around the Wards on the Citadel. I asked her what she was doing there all alone, and she told me “I just wrote another letter to Mommy, now I’m taking a walk.” She told me that her mother left for a trip a couple of weeks ago, and that she has been writing to her mother every day since then. Then she told me that her mother hadn’t responded to her letters in two weeks. She thinks that her mother is just busy on her trip, and that she’ll write back soon. She told me that her mother was sent to a city called Vancouver, on Earth.

Poor thing. That’s one of the first places on Earth that the Reapers hit.

I asked her if she was lonely all by herself, and she said that yes, she was starting to feel lonely. I asked her if she wanted me to be friends with her. She said “Yes, I’d like that very much” and I smiled behind my helmet.

“What’s your name, little one?” I asked.

She smiled and said “Lucie Kirtland”, and curtsied. “What’s your name?”

“Vito'Seedal vas Zaanbay”

“That’s a big name,” Lucie said, and giggled.

“Yes, it is. You can call me Vito.”

“Okay. Do you want to walk with me, Vito?” She asked. I smiled again.

“Sure.”

“Can I hold your hand? Mommy and I hold hands when we walk together.”

“Of course.”

She smiled and grabbed my hand. “You’re not human, are you?”

“Smart girl,” I said and smiled. “How did you figure that out?”

“Well, you dress different, and you sound different, and you have three fingers, and you have a fish bowl on your head! OH! Are you a fish?” She asked, and smiled

I laughed. “No, no, I’m not a fish.”

“Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure, yes.”

“But not positive?”

I laughed. “But not positive, sure.” We walked around the wards, and we stopped at the Citadel Souvenir shop. We looked at the fish, and she pointed at one of the tanks. “Those fish are really pretty!”

I looked at Deleia Sanassi, the manager. “How much for those fish?”

“I highly doubt that you could a-”

“How. Much. For the fish?”

“1000 credits.”

“What?!”

“Koi fish are extremely sought-after on the Citadel.”

Lucie pulled on my arm. “ Vito, are we getting a fish?” She whispered.

I patted her gently on the head. “Yes, we are.” I stood up from where I was crouching and went over to Deleia. She was right about me not being able to afford it, but I wasn’t prepared to let her know that. I placed my hands on the counter. “Is there any way you can give me a discount?”

“Either pay for the fish or find someone else to bother.”

“Are you sure that you can’t give me some kind of discount?”

“I cannot, nor do I want to.”

I grabbed the counter’s edge, trying to stop myself from leaping over it. I leaned in close and said, making sure Lucie didn’t hear, “Listen, blue! This girl’s mother was stationed in Vancouver when the Reapers attacked. All the girl wants is a fish, and you can’t give us some kind of discount?”

“Do you realize the population of Vancouver? Even if the story you’re telling me is true, I can’t just give a discount to everyone affected by the Reapers. I’d make no profit.”

“Profit?! You’re concerned about profit?!  Listen, give me a discount and I’ll never bother you again.”

“Your kind haven’t been known to stay true to what they say, in the century I’ve been in business.”

“My kind? You racist b-” I cut myself off, and leaned in closer. “Give me a discount, or I’ll report you for racism and prejudice.”

“You wouldn’t dare. They’d never believe a Quarian over an Asari.”

“We’ll see, won’t we? Or maybe not. After all, my kind hasn’t been known to stay true to what they say.”

She sighed, and said. “Fine. 950’s the final price, take it or leave it.”

I brought up my omni-tool and transferred the credits to the store. “There.” I swore under my breath. I was a tenth of the way to affording an M-6 Carnifex. My M-3 Predator was always jamming, and I promised myself I wouldn’t spend another credit until I replaced it. But I had to do it for Lucie. Deleia put the fish in a bag filled with water and handed them to me with a fake smile.

“It was truly a pleasure doing business with you, do come again.”

“Please, the pleasure is all mine.” I took the fish, took Lucie’s hand, and walked out of the shop. When we were away from the shop, I bent down so that my head was about level with hers. I held out the Koi fish to her and said “See? I told you that we’d get a fish.”

She took the fish and smiled. “Thank you, Vito.” Lucie smiled and hugged me. I hugged back. Even though she was human and I was Quarian, this little girl and I had more in common than she knew.