okay so …. since this has been a long time coming, i’ll be REBOOTING this blog with a different url – starting fresh, kind of??? maybe keeping some interactions and threads, but all in all I haven’t been feeling the best on here with how old this blog is and how many memories it has and I’d still LOVE to write Hanzo so … a reboot may seem the best option? I’ll keep it kinda private among the people I know well, but if you really want the new url please LIKE this and I’ll let you know where to find me, once it’s done.
Character: Newt (the maze runner) Rating: K+ Words: 1.903
Warning: hint/mention of smut
Request: Hey, I really really enjoyed your Slytherin!Newt imagine! I was wondering if you could do another one were in the beginning its hinted at smut and then they accidentally wear each other’s house ties. I’m sorry if this is confusing! thank you so much :) - starrystilinski
A/N:Awh hun, I’m so happy you enjoyed it n.n Hope you’ll like this one just as much ;) Y/h stands for your house of preference. Y/h/c is your house colour(so either red, yellow or blue). Unfortunately, it’d be better for the story if you didn’t choose Slytherin. I decided to write it this way, sorry for all you Slytherins out there!
“We’re going to be so late for Divination,” Newt said in between giggles. He jumped around on one leg while he tried to get his socks on as quickly as possible.
You laughed and shook your head. “Like professor Trelawney wouldn’t have seen it coming.” Newt threw you your shirt while he was busy closing the buttons of his own.
“She has probably known about us from the start…” you said as you grabbed a tie and tied it messily around your neck.
Newt looked up to meet your eyes and grinned cheekily. He straightened his back, walked over to you as he picked the other tie from your bed and put it on lazily. You rolled your eyes at his faked nonchalance when he put a strand of hair behind your ear. His voice dropped to a whisper.
“I think everyone knows love,” Newt winked and he kissed your cheek softly. “Come on, or we’ll be really really late.”
Newt intertwined his fingers with yours and led you out of the empty y/h dormitory. - Everyone in the classroom turned their heads towards the trapdoor where Newt and you had just come in. You started to blush, but Newt simply waved and went to sit at a small round table with some other Slytherin students. In the opposite corner of the room, Thomas tried to beckon you come over, his arms mowing through the air. You got the hint and quickly plumped down on a cloud grey poof next to him.
“Ah, our little lovebirds have arrived,” professor Trelawney said with a sweet voice. “You’re wearing the wrong tie, darlings.”
You looked down and immediately noticed your tie wasn’t y/h/c tie, but green. On the opposite sides of the room, the Slytherin students laughed and mockingly tugged on Newt’s y/h/c tie. Meanwhile, students from your house weren’t quite as enthusiast. You heard disapproving whispers travelling through the small tower chamber and inevitably the red colour on your cheeks returned. It wasn’t that surprising that they didn’t like the Slytherins, that was a pretty common thing to do in Hogwarts, but it hurt. It really hurt that the people who you considered family couldn’t understand how much you liked Newt, and that, when you got to know some of the Slytherins, they weren’t so bad at all. But of course, nobody ever took the effort to do that.
“Anyway,” professor Trelawney continued, “ where was I again?”
A boy named James Emped raised his hand: “Reaching your Inner Eye, professor.”
“Right, right, thank you James. It is very essential to –Sophie dear, keep practising, the results will show soon- it’s very essential to be in touch with your Inner Eye. If you don’t, you will…”
Professor Trelawney continued to stress how important everything until everyone, except for James, fell asleep. And you, because Thomas started talking.
“Y/n,” he whispered sharply, “why, in the name of Merlin, are you wearing his tie?”
You lifted your head from your book and sighed. “You know bloody well why Thomas.”
“You didn’t,” he said as his eyes widened. Luckily, Thomas was one of the few people to accept that you and Newt were together. He didn’t like the idea at first, but having talked to Newt a couple of times, he grew fond of the boy. Now they got along fine, as long as Newt didn’t start explaining in detail how your skin felt or how soft your lips were.
“We did,” you smiled proudly.
“Oh my god woman I can’t believe it. How did you even, where did you-”
“Helped him get into our dorm after dinner, and he hid under my bed. As soon as everyone was asleep, which was pretty quickly because yesterday was so exhausting, he crawled into my bed.”
“And then you…” Thomas wiggled his eyebrows.
You punched his shoulder. “No! Dude, come on. Then we slept and when everyone woke up, he hid under the bed again. And when everyone was going to get breakfast, I told them I was feeling ill and stayed in, and then we did it.”
Thomas faked wiping away a tear. “I’m so happy for you.”
Your heart sank and you rested your head on your crossed arms again. “I wish more people were.”
“Hey, don’t worry about that. I’m sure Hannah and the rest will get over it. Newt’s funny as hell once you get to know him.” Thomas patted your back. “It’ll be fine.”
“… and then everything will be fine,” professor Trelawney said, almost inaudible over the ring of the bell. - You’d been ignoring Newt the past few days after the tie incident. Hannah, one of your best friends in y/h, didn’t approve your relationship at all, but you really didn’t want to lose her as a friend. Nor did you want to make the other people in your house mad. So you stayed away from Newt. But oh how you missed him. How you missed the way he threw his head in his neck when he laughed, how he always sat too close to you so your knees were touching, how he pronounced your name. You would see him tonight anyways. Dumbledore organised a theatre group with a some students of your year, and he insisted that everyone came to see the performance. So here you were, sitting next to Thomas on the fluffiest cushions you can imagine, shivering from the autumn wind. Of course, theatre at Hogwarts wasn’t average or ordinary. The audience sat in the middle of a field right next to the castle. The sun had already set and the only thing illuminating the scene, that consisted of a single chair, were the stars and the full moon in the pitch-black sky. Newt had been given the leading role: an artist with daddy issues, who wanted to make a difference.
When Newt arrived on stage, your breathing stopped so abruptly that Thomas had to ask if you were alright. You were, in fact, more than alright. Newt looked absolutely stunning. He was wearing a long trench coat with paint splashes all over it. His normally honey blond hair was dotted with blue splatters, and he gracefully entered the scene, accompanied by a wave of paint that he carefully directed with his wand, that, for the occasion, looked like a brush.
The play itself was hilarious, emotional and breathtaking. You could tell the students had put loads of time and effort into it; you also remembered how excited Newt had been beforehand. Once it was over, ear deafening applause rose from the audience and everyone got at least a bucket worth of paint over their heads. Professor Dumbledore, now with a bubblegum pink beard, gave a standing ovation and, with a single flick of his wand, made a rose appear in the arms of Newt and the other actors. Professor Snape stood up too, only with a far less enthusiast expression on his face. He wiped the thick green paint off of his forehead and started directing the audience back to their chambers, until only professor Dumbledore was left, still clapping at the empty stage. Thomas grabbed your hand to lead you through the crowd of robes that weren’t as black as they used to be. You prayed that you wouldn’t encounter Newt, but as soon as you thought that, you saw him standing next to the stage. His eyes were scanning the mass and when they met yours, he started heading your way, waving enthusiastically.
“Thomas, we have to hurry,” you hissed as you pushed your way through the crowd.
Thomas got cut off by Newt’s heavy breathing.
“Phew, finally caught ya,” Newt said with a wide grin.
“Hooray,” you whispered sarcastically. Thomas threw you a meaningful glance.
“What y/n actually meant,” Thomas said with his eyes still piercing yours, “is that she wanted to talk.”
“I most certainly do not-”
“I’m going to wash this orange stuff out of my hair now. See you guys later.” And gone was Thomas.
Newt scratched the back of his head. “So… I haven’t seen you a lot lately, I’d almost think you’re avoiding me.”
You put a strand of hair, covered by blue paint, behind your ear and looked down at your feet. “You know Hannah and the rest are proud to be in y/h.”
“Yeah, I notice how they look at the other houses. Or should I say Slytherin.” Newt rolled his eyes.
“Right… And since I’m in y/h, and you’re in Slytherin. I just thought. I thought it might be better if we stopped seeing each other.”
“Oh.” Newt’s voice cracked and with that one sound, your heart broke.
“I mean it isn’t that I don’t like you, damn I love you, but my friends, they just don’t-”
“Nah it’s alright, I get it,” Newt said as he nodded. He put his hand in the pockets of the trench coat and started walking backwards. He pointed at your face. “You have some paint right underneath your ear, don’t forget to wash it off.”
Just as he was about to turn around, someone pushed against your back while they were moving through the crowd. You fell forward and-
Newt caught you. He helped you stand up so that your face was only a couple of inches away from his. His breathing made your own slow down, his hands on your hips tightened their grip and he pulled you even closer, bringing one hand towards your neck. His thumb rubbed the spot of paint right underneath your ear and you looked into his eyes. You wanted to kiss him so, so badly right now. You wanted feel his soft and warm lips on yours, his hair in your hand, his body against yours. You wanted to. But you didn’t.
“There,” Newt said softly, “all gone.”
You forced a smile, while inside you were crying. Why couldn’t your friends approve your relationship? The two of you were literally perfect for each other. Why did it matter that he was in a different house? Why did it matter that Slytherin was known for its egoism and hatred, while that wasn’t the case at all? Not everyone was like Salazar or He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Yes they value cunning, power, determination and ambition, but does that make them evil? Does that make them worth less than y/h?
All these thoughts spun around in your head while the mass around you diminished. The laughs and talking died out until only Newt and you were left standing outside, still in the same position as a minute ago.
“I should go,” Newt whispered as he locked his eyes on your lips, his thumb absentmindedly caressing your cheek. “Someone from your house might see us.”
You glanced at his eyes once more and in that moment, you knew. You just knew .
You kissed him. And he kissed you back. He kissed you so full of love, so full of desire and sincerity that you’re mind turned into a cloudy nothing except for only his lips. Your placed your hand in his hair and hold onto him like this was the last time you’d be able to hold him. After an eternity, Newt slowly moved back. At first he had a bewildered expression on his face, but he quickly recovered and his usual grin returned.
“That’s more like it. Now let’s go and rub it in their faces,” he said mischievously.
I cant believe I did this oh god… okay so first I apologize if they seem a bit off character! Also I’ve put the link to the bg music playing during their support so it has a bit more life into it /w\ All S-supports will play this song! Have fun i guess??
Character: Newt (the maze runner) Rating: K, fluff Words: 1.029
Request: Hello :) wondering if you are still writing imagines? If no, ignore this message! Imagine Newt and the reader falling slowly for each other. Fluufff :)) that would be so nice of you! Please. Thank you!
A/N:Awh hi there love! I adore Newt so much you don’t even know, so I’m very happy you requested this :p Woah okay sorry for all the drama in this one, I don’t know what came over me.
It wasn’t even that cold, yet you didn’t refuse Newt’s hoodie. The dirt on it didn’t mind you at all and the feeling of his sent embracing you felt surprisingly comforting. Gladers were running around, chatting in groups or sitting by the campfire. It was the Glade’s anniversary today, not really a festive event if you think about it. The Creators thought differently though: they sent up a special delivery of marshmallows, some kind of sweet drinks and even ridiculous party hats. Nevertheless everyone ate them, drank them and wore them. Newt was sitting on a log right next to you, just in his shirt now, and rearranged the bright blue hat. You took out your marshmallow and brought it to your lips, not thinking about the heat.
“Ah shuck,” you cursed loudly, waving your hand in front of your mouth. Newt suddenly unlocked his eyes from the fire and turned towards you, his eyes moving quickly.
“Shuck I burnt my tongue,” you murmur. A few places away from you, you could hear Minho, his purple party hat barely balancing on his quiff, shouting back.
“C’mere then, my tongue is nice and cold!” He received a couple of pats on the back from his friends, but Newt only rolled his eyes.
“Are you alright y/n?” Newt handed you his drink, which you eagerly accepted, nodding to assure him it wasn’t that bad. You placed the bottle in between your feet and pulled up your knees.
“Well. Happy 2 years,” you laughed sarcastically.
“Became a lot better since you got here, trust me,” Newt answered, his gaze on the flames again. His marshmallow had become as black as the night about now, but he didn’t seem to care. He watched the gooey substance drip from the branch, sizzling as the white drops dissapeared in the fire. A shadow moved in front of you. You looked up and saw Minho standing there, hands on his hips and a grin decorating his face.
“So when am I going to get that kiss, huh?” In the corner of your eyes you could see Newt sighing, almost cringing even. You stuck out your tongue in response.
“Nawh come on now y/n,” he said and lowered himself, squatting to be at eye level with you.
“Slim it Minho.”
Newt rolled his eyes again. Minho noticed and winked at him, but Newt had already averted himself from the runner. You groaned and pushed yourself up a little bit, just enough to give Minho a kiss on his cheek. The Glader fake-fainted, making everyone laugh, but your attention turned to the spot beside you. The blue party hat lay there. Newt was gone. He was striding across the Glade, apparently going towards the gardens. It was his favourite place to be; the dirt underneath his nails reminded him of what they built here, of what they had achieved. You stood up to follow him, leaving Minho crying from laughter on the ground, still proud of his little performance. Idiot.
On the ground in between a patch of potatoes and strawberry’s he sat. Second in command, former runner, and the thing you loved the most.
“Thanks again for the hoodie. It’s pretty cold out here in the shadows.”
“Yeah, sure.” Newt continued to fidget with the flower of a strawberry plant, pretending to inspect its snow-white petals.
“Hey what’s up all of the sudden? Half an hour ago you were all happy and now you’re not even wearing this anymore.” You held up the party hat.
“Well I’m not in the mood anymore y/n, okay?” He pulled a petal from the heart of the flower.
“That’s a big pile of klunk Newt and you know it,” you said and sat down beside him. You placed the wrinkled party hat on his head, your fingers brushing his cheek just a little too long. Or maybe long enough, since you seemed to have caught his attention.
“Don’t do that,” he whined.
“Do the touchy feely thing when you and Minho can’t keep their bloody hands off each other.”
“Minho and I are just friends, Newt,” you said, but Newt shook his head. He turned his body to face yours and placed his hand on your shoulders, pinching them gently to reinforce his words.
“Then why, why why why on earth are you torturing me like that y/n. Really though.”
There was a storm in his eyes as they scanned your face. His grip got lighter.
“I die a little every bloody time he makes you smile when I can’t,” he said, his voice barely a trembling whisper. You smiled sadly and he sniffed.
“Yeah see like that, I mean do you even know how adorable you look?” He sniffed and laughed again. You took his hands from your shoulders and placed them, your fingers intertwined with his, in your lap. Sitting here with Newt, cross-legged, face to face, between the blooming strawberries, the scent of his hoodie still hugging you, it all felt… right.
“You remember streetlights?”
Newt was somewhat surprised by that question. He regained control over his voice and answered: “Sure, why’d you ask?”
“Well I started thinking about you the moment I arrived,” you said, conscious Newt was drawing patterns on your palm with his thumb, “and it seems like the streetlight has been on green ever since I met you, but I think it’s broken because it won’t stop anymore.”
Before you even knew it, a feeling so warm and delightful filled your stomach, rushed through your veins, made your mind go numb, when his lips crashed onto yours. Quickly, Newt brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, stroking the skin that connected your ear and jaw line. The sweet aroma of marshmallows didn’t leave your lips when you two pulled apart. He stayed close to you, so close your noses were still touching.
Newt used the same molecules you breathed out to whisper a few words:
“Oh so now I can make you smile?”
“Newt,” you said, repositioning his party hat, “you always did.”
Warnings: violence - reader is attacked, beaten up. Also some heavy language (i never put language warnings but there’s a bit in here)
a/n: 400 followers omg! i love you all so much, eep! i hope you guys like this installment! :-)
anything you say here is confidential. Unless I feel that it may be endangering
to you or your fellow inmates, whatever you say,” the prison therapist, Melanie
Garcia, said, “shall remain in this room.”
make me want to talk though,” you muttered, playing with your hands.
went through, and you’re going on trial soon, right?” You nodded in response to
her question and she continued. “Tell me about that.”
there to say? My time has come,” you answered, not looking up at her.
“How do you
feel about being back in the courtroom again?”
absolutely terrifies me.” You laughed nervously, rubbing your hand on your
thigh. “I thought I’d be okay, but now I don’t know how I’ll cope back there.”
“And why do
you think that you won’t be okay?” She asked you, taking notes on her notepad.
man i can’t believe it’s christmas day !!! (art credit)
i’ve made this blog back in august, dying from the heat and now it’s cold and christmassy and !!! goD i didn’t think a fandom would have pulled me in so much and made me stay this long and still enjoy being here and writing and bringing forth a portrayal of someone so hecking complex like hanzo?? but gosh, during these few months i’ve met so manywonderful people who stuck with me (still do) and i’m so so so so grateful i ??? needed to write out a quick thank you for everyone bc … yessss
this is gonna get very gushy so i apologize but hey, it’s christmas, everyone deserves a little bit of niceness, so i will gush and u guys will take it, yes? yes. consider it a bias list of sorts? but i’ll write out a lil’ thank you for the special peeps in my life, bc it’s long overdue heh so let’s