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Strange Happenings - Ch. 5

Originally posted by reylo-musings

Summary: After leaving Kylo home alone for the first time, you come home to learn some new and surprising things about him. Particularly, a lot about where he’s from.

A/N: This was interesting to write, lol, 

As he settled himself on the couch he continued eating his breakfast, staring at the screen. Despite his large frame, if you had seen him, he would look like a child about to get deep into movie night. As he pressed play he put his legs on the couch, crossing them under his weight. The screen went black for a moment until the infamous blue text appeared, 

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away… 

Kylo quirked a brow at that, figuring you must have chosen this for him because it was about space. He wasn’t going to complain though, the fact that you were even considering him and what he wanted at all was a welcomed change. Another crunchy bite went into his mouth as the grand intro music filled the room. As it kept going, Kylo smiled to himself, enjoying the orchestration. He appreciated the dramatic sounds of the instruments. Getting distracted by the sound, he stopped paying attention to the text going up the screen. As the music grew softer and he saw the text disappeared he finally brought his full focus to the screen. Finally finishing his breakfast he watched as the first shot came onto the screen. 

Observing the spacecraft approaching a sort of light grey planet, he squinted. That kind of craft looked like old ones his family would have likely traveled on. Obviously by its design it was not advanced. 

Interesting, he thought, this film galaxy has similar transportation to mine

Suddenly an alien creature with a sort of formal headdress appeared in the screen of this ship, as it communicated with the pilots. His appearance making Kylo even more fascinated as he looked exactly like . It had the same facial features, even the eyes.

“We would be happy to receive the ambassadors." 

As the familiar craft flew into the round bases landing dock Kylo was fascinated. The design of the giant base was quite interesting. Shaped like a crescent moon with one large orb in the center. Was this a design he had seen before? If he had, it was probably different, or so long ago he couldn’t remember the exact details.

There were now droids, ones Kylo was sure he had learned about in his younger years. Their tan colored metal and thin build seemed all too familiar. Their narrow heads that slanted forward in smooth lines. Their robotic claw like hands holding standard black blasters. Kylo’s mouth went still entirely.

The more images passed on the screen the weirder it got for Kylo to watch. There was a blast door opening, similar to the ones he was all too familiar with back home. As it slid open, revealing a silver droid extremely similar to C-3PO, guiding figures in cloaks similar to Jedis into another room Kylo felt himself focus all of his attention to the images. How could your universe possibly have an exact replica of a droid such as C-3P0? Even if it was only in a film, it was far too similar. The cloaks as well, you hadn’t taught him about anything that would wear such attire yet.

His eyes were intently locked to the screen, had someone broken into your apartment he wouldn’t have noticed. This was getting too odd for him. It felt as though his mind was playing tricks on him. How could this fake galaxy possibly have so much in common with his? Your planet was solely filled with humans and different animals, there was no way to possibly know what these droids or aliens would look like to a tee.

As the men removed their hoods Kylo’s entire body froze stiff in shock. He had seen these faces before, though not in the flesh he had most definitely seen these individuals back home. Their facial features were far too familiar. He was positive there had been a lesson in the Jedi academy or a story retold to him that involved them.

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Cheesy Pick-Up Lines Minho would probably say
  • Minho: I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Minho: I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Minho: Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Minho: Excuse me, I think you have something in your eye. Oh wait, it’s just a sparkle.
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Minho: I’m not staring at your boobs. I’m staring at your heart.
  • Thomas: ....
  • Thomas: Minho, I don't even have boobs wtf
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Minho: If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.
  • Thomas: *groans* (doesn't like puns)
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Okay, just imagine toddler Minho and toddler Thomas playing in the playground for this one.
  • Minho: *is playing in the sand*
  • Thomas: *is also playing in the sand*
  • Minho: Hey, Thomas
  • Thomas: Huh?
  • Minho: If you were a booger I’d pick you first.
  • Thomas: ....
  • Thomas: I'd pick you too
  • Minho and Thomas: *continues to play in sand*
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Now imagine them in like first or second grade.
  • Minho: Thomas
  • Thomas: What?
  • Minho: Did you fart, cause you blew me away.
  • Thomas: ....
  • Thomas: You're weird
  • Minho: So are you
  • Thomas: Let's be weird together then
  • Minho: Okay
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Probably in ninth grade
  • Minho: Is your daddy a Baker? Because you’ve got a nice set of buns!
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Thomas: *is helping Frypan bake*
  • Minho: *is just loitering in the kitchen watching*
  • Minho: Babe
  • Thomas: Yeah?
  • Minho: Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.
  • Thomas: *rolls eyes* Oh, shut up, and help me knead the dough
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Wasted Minho slurring weird pick up lines
  • Minho: Hey Thomas, hey
  • Thomas: What is it, Minho? God, did you drink a lot?
  • Minho: *ignores question*
  • Minho: I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way. I love you
  • Thomas: Umm, okay...I love you too
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • Again Wasted Minho
  • Minho: Do you live in a corn field, cause I’m stalking you.
  • Thomas: What? Minho, we live in an apartment together and were you taking shots with Newt again?
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
  • The Trilogy - Wasted Minho
  • Minho: Hey Thomas, did you know...
  • Minho: My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can’t hold it in.
  • Thomas: Minho, just shut up and go to sleep
  • 💙💚💙💚💙
Newtie (Newt x Reader)

Character: Newt

Fandom: Maze Runner

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Newtie

A/N: This is something I had written a long time ago because I came up with it and felt like writing it. And finally I decided to upload it (to also celebrate the release of the TST movie) and see if you guys like it. It’s some sort of alternative version to TST that I had in my mind, and it might be a bit boring to read since Y/N is all tired and sick and all. But I still hope you enjoy it ^-^

WARNING: It might be a little angsty. Also, this is kinda long. Watch out for spoilers!

Summary: After finally escaping the Maze, Y/N and her fellow Gladers must face the rest of the tests that WICKED sets them. Luckily, she has his friends there to help her through it all. Especially Newtie.

Everything felt like a distant dream. The Maze, Newt, finding our way out of the Glade…

And after all we went through in the Scorch my brain felt swamped out with thoughts, memories and terrible images. Grievers, The Changing, the terrifying Maze…

But we had finally gotten out. We were free. Finally!

The only good thing about that place were my friends Minho, Tommy, Frypan and everyone. And my boyfriend Newt.

As we walked, we found ourselves in some sort of warehouse with very poor lighting. I forced my eyesight to see in the semi darkness as my eyes adjusted.

I didn’t want to step away from Newt.

There he was. Some minor wounds on his collarbone and his face. His skin covered in sweat and dirt. His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense out of everything. But his presence reassured me as always.

A tall lanky man wearing a white suit came in of a sudden and approached us, still keeping the distance.

“Who the shuck are you?” I heard Minho’s voice somewhere to my left.

I looked in that direction and I saw him stomping towards the thin man. That didn’t look like such a good idea…

“Minho, wait!” I exclaimed, and just when he was getting closer, he fell to the floor.

I ran to help him.

It looked like he had hit an invisible wall. But at least it looked like he was okay.

“Argh, son of a shuck!” Minho rubbed his forehead and groaned in pain and frustration.

Newt was beside him too, helping Minho up.

I noticed Tommy examined the air before him, in that exact spot where Minho had fallen.

“There’s something here” Tommy mumbled, hitting his hands against the invisible barrier.

The man snickered at us and cleared his throat as he took a step forward.

“The Maze trials are over. It’s time to begin phase two” He announced as everyone was dead silent.

There was an eerie feeling surrounding us, suffocating us. Something felt really wrong.

I looked at Newt. I could see the terror in his eyes when he realized we weren’t free. And we might never be.

“What?!” Minho exclaimed, making us all turn our heads to him. “What the shuck does that mean, Rat Man?!”

I looked back at the man, and I nodded to myself as the nickname suited him perfectly. Not only did he look like a rat, but I despised him as one.

“We’re studying your brains, which seem to be special since they’re immune to the virus that is isolating the world. A deadly virus caused by the solar explosions, called the Flare” Rat Man explained briefly, calmly but smirking. As if he enjoyed the moment.

Newt gulped and looked at me gravely.

I frowned and took his hand to show him in a silent gesture that I was there with him. That I would always be.

He briefly lifted the corner of his lips and intertwined his fingers with mine in a firm grip.


Then WICKED proceeded to throw us into the Scorch for phase two. We weren’t free at all.

The Scorch was an enormous deserted city that had been destroyed by the situation that Rat Man explained before. The world was succumbing under the sun flares, and the result was the scorching sun heating the path before us and making it almost impossible to breathe.

I never thought I’d say this, buy being so exposed in the Scorch made me miss the Glade. At least we were safe in the Glade if we didn’t come into the Maze. At least we felt protected.

But everything in the Scorchc felt so cruel and deadly. The Cranks, the desert, the hunger, the heat, the thirst, the exhaustion, the overwhelming desire to give up.

Still, we managed. We lost some friends along the way, and it came to a point where I could not go on my own any longer and Newt had to help me walk because I was too weak to do so on my own. However, we went through the Scorch.

My brain was swamped with thoughts, memories and terrible images. Minho getting hit by lightning, Tommy getting shot and being taken, Winston suffering in that tunnel as his terrified screams filled the whole place and echoed through it.

And then we arrived at the safe haven.


I was out of breath and covered in sweat. I was dizzy, weak, exhausted and probably dehydrated. But again, we made it. We survived the Scorch.

Many Gladers had already walked into the warehouse at the end of the Scorch. I had seen Minho, Tommy, Frypan and… wait, where was Newt?

I looked behind me, and there he was. His limp didn’t allow him to be as fast as he used to.

“Go, Y/N!” He exclaimed as he rushed to follow my lead.

Once we were inside, we stopped to catch our breaths.

“That’s all?” Newt mumbled as he looked around the place. “There’s gotta be more of us. It can’t bloody be”

Newt grabbed my hand and took me further inside the warehouse, where Frypan was sitting in the floor looking exhausted and devastated. Then he let go of me and I sat next to Fry.

“Stay here” My boyfriend simply said. Then he glanced at Frypan. “Please, don’t let her come”

“What?!” I exclaimed, but Frypan had already wrapped his arms around my waist.

Newt started to run, even with his limp.

I knew him enough to realize he was going back for the rest. He was going back into the Scorch even if he was exhausted and at the verge of collapsing.

“Newt, no! Come back, please!” I desesperatedly wriggled in Fry’s grip, but it was no use.

I saw Newt’s figure disappearing through the entrance of the warehouse. And I knew I would never see him again.


Every move I made ached. Every step I took felt like it would be the last one.

Luckily, Tommy and Minho had let me support myself by linking my arms with theirs as I wouldn’t be able to walk through the immense warehouse without their help.

“Dude, that was some crazy klunk” Minho muttered, looking at Tommy.

They barely spoke to me anymore. After fifteen minutes of walking and not managing to get a single word out of me, they gave up on trying to make me talk. Even if I knew they were just trying to get it off their heads, I didn’t want to talk. Newt was gone.

“I hope we find the exit soon” Tommy nodded in response at his friend’s comment.

I didn’t care anymore. I was sore from walking. My mouth felt dry. I was tired. Hungry. Thirsty. Light headed. Fed up. Every single inch of my body was in pain. And Newt was gone.

Besides, that dark warehouse had an intense eerie feeling about it. And I hated it. It felt like everything was eerie ever since we escaped through the Maze.

We still were trapped, just in a different way as we were in the Maze. WICKED would never set us free. And Newt had died in the Scorch anyway.

My mind was still exhausted, but it remained awake as my body decided it had taken enough abuse.

I wobbled and my legs gave in under my own weight. If it weren’t for Minho and Tommy, I would have fallen heavily to the floor and probably hit my head against it while I was at it.

Even if I was both mentally and physically at the end of my rope, I knew that if I gave up it’d be over. I guess I just gave up anyway.

“Y/N?” They both asked me at the same time as they carefully layed me in the dirty hard ground.

My instinct told me that I still had to fight and stay awake as I listened to them calling for me and felt them shaking me. But I was just too tired to comply.

I felt myself slowly losing consciousness. My head hurted really badly, and I was just so exhausted. All I wanted to do was sleep. Sleep for a really long time.

I barely felt how they got hold of my arms and lifted me enough to sit me up and lean me against a wall.


What?! No way, it couldn’t be Newt. Minho was just playing with me.

“What the bloody hell happened to her?!” That was his voice! It was him!

I tried to open my eyes and see for myself, see him again. But I was so tired….

Tommy was gently hitting my cheeks, and I fought to wake up as he helped me. Because I knew Newt had made it back from the Scorch yet again.

“Y/N, love” Newt’s voice sounded closer, and I felt the unmistakable touch of his soft hands brushing my hair off my face. “Y/N?”

“Is she dead?” Minho asked in concern.

I wanted to speak, tell them that I was okay. But I had no strength to even open my eyes. To move an inch to let them know I could hear them.

“No, she’s not! Don’t be so bloody stupid!” Newt said, concerned and angry.

“She must have collapsed” Tommy told him. “I think she’s just exhausted and dehydrated”

“Aren’t we all” Minho said as he exhaled deeply.

“She’s breathing” Tommy announced, ignoring Minho’s comment.

One of them picked up my hand and put two fingers against the inside of my wrist.

“I think she will be fine” Tommy mumbled.

“I sure bloody hope so” 

There was a moment of silence in which I pictured them changing preocupied glances.

“Y/N” Newt insisted sternly, holding my face with his hands. “It’s me, Newt. Newtie”

He hated when I called him Newtie. He would stop talking to me whenever I called him Newtie. He hated that nickname with a passion.

Minho and Tommy didn’t say another word. I still felt their presence there, though.

“Come on, just… call me Newtie”

I groaned and managed to turn my head to the other side, until my cheek rested against my shoulder.

I heard them exhale in astonishment and relief.

Making an incredible effort, I opened my eyes. I felt heavy and clumsy, feverish and slow.

But I was awake, and they were there with me. He was there with me.

Newt’s face was distorted by the concern, his brown eyes drowned in worry. But he smiled at me, and that made me feel slightly better.

“Newtie” I tiredly said, trying to smile at him as well.

He happily laughed as he left a tender kiss on my lips.

“Stay awake, love” Newt panted as he slid an arm under my legs and the other around my waist. He tried to lift me up, but he was just as exhausted.

“You shank” Minho muttered, doing it himself instead and lifting me up in his arms with a grunt.

“Let’s go” Tommy encouraged us as he took the lead.

Despite looking terrible, they still loked happy. Happy to see I was still alive.

Newt took my hand and held it tight as Minho carried me.

Before long, my head had fallen on Minho’s shoulder and I passed out again.


When I woke up, I wondered if I had fallen asleep or fainted.

Either way, I was feeling much better. And I was still holding Newt’s hand, his touch helping me feel steadier.

As I took notice of my surroundings, I felt myself bouncing up and down as my head still rested against something soft, firm and alive. Minho.

I squeezed Newt’s hands a little while I tried to sober up.

People were talking. I recognized Newt’s voice, but also Frypan’s and Tommy’s.

Minho was breathing heavily. I didn’t know how long he carried me for, but he must have been really tired and fed up with me.

“Water” I heard Minho panting, and I was passed over to someone else’s arms.

Someone who sounded a lot like Newt grunted in effort as he adjusted my frame against his chest.

I tried to call him, but my throat was so dry it hurt.

He carried me off somewhere and sat me down. Then, something cold and refreshing hit my face.

I opened my eyes, wide awake.

“Welcome back, love” Newt smiled at me.

I feebly groaned and closed my eyes again. The sudden stream of energy left as quick as it came.

I felt as exhausted and hot as ever.

“We’re safe, love” Newt sweetly said as he sat next to me.

I noticed my chest going up and down heavily as I was so exhausted that even breathing felt like a hard task. But Newt’s words encouraged me.

“Great” I weakly smiled. “I’m all bloody inspired”

When he realized I had literally quoted him as that was the thing he said just before we exited the Maze, he chuckled.

I needed to be closer to him, so I layed my head on his collarbone.

Feeling tiny and defenseless like a little baby, I groaned again. I didn’t even have the strength to scoot closer to him.

However, Newt noticed what I needed and snaked an arm around my waist. Obviously equally tired and strenghtless, he grunted as he pulled me closer to him.

“Is everyone okay? Tommy, Minho, Frypan…” I whispered as I felt myself giving in to the exhaustion.

“Yeah, we’re all okay” Newt left a kiss on my head and sighed as he lied his own head on mine. “We just need to rest”

“Y/N!” Minho sounded excited, almost like the old Minho I knew from the Maze. Almost as if he was finally winning the fight against the tiredness.

I lazily opened my eyes to look at him.


The stupid threw something at me. Needless to say, my reflexes were pretty much asleep and I didn’t even bother to hold my hands up and attempt to catch it, so it fell to the floor before us.

Newt slightly chuckled at Minho’s goofiness.

“It’s water, shuck face!” Our friend was himself again, that was for sure.

He picked it up from the floor and gave it to us. It was a canteen filled to the tops with water.

I had no idea where they got the water from, but I didn’t care.

My mouth was so dry that I was surprised I could still talk and gulp.

In one shuck go, I drank the whole thing.

Minho tiredly rolled his eyes as he went to fill it again and hand it to Newt.

He must have drunk before, because he only had two sips of it.

Now that I was hydrated again, I felt mighty better. All I needed to do now was eat. But first sleep a little.

I layed my head back on Newt’s shoulder and sighed.

The voices of the Gladers could be heard all over the place. Where were we again?

I looked around to find myself in an abandoned city. Mostly destroyed and empty of people except for us. I thought about the Cranks we had encountered before, but I was sure that Newt and everyone wouldn’t be calmly chatting and sitting around if they weren’t sure we were safe.

It seemed like we were the only survivors. Tommy, Newt, Minho, Teresa, Clint, Frypan and me. We lost so many friends along the way. All because of WICKED.

I felt sad remembering Alby and Chuck and everyone. And I didn’t have to ask Newt if he missed Alby or Tommy if he missed Chuck to know they did as well. Everyone missed our friends.

“Newtie” I whispered, closing my eyes as I sensed the weight of his head softly falling over mine.

“Hm?” Was all he answered in a sleepy voice.

“We’re free” I managed to say, a lump forming in my throat as I couldn’t believe my own words were true.  We were free.

“I know, love” Newt sighed happily. “I know”

I smiled for the first time in forever. Frypan and Minho were arguing about food as Minho yelled that he was right for a change.

Tommy, surprisingly, was laughing at the sight.

Teresa was trying to catch ‘Tom’s’ attention as she happily called his name over and over. Excitedly.

I leaned my head up to use the final strengths I had before I fell asleep to leave a kiss on Newt’s neck. I didn’t care he was all dirty and sweaty, he was still my Newt.

I heard him smiling as I nuzzled my nose in his neck.

Just as Newt reached out to hold my hand, I fell asleep.


Minho stood back up, pointed at Thomas. “Just a few days after this guy shows up, he steps out in the Maze to save two shanks he hardly knows. All this klunk about him breaking a rule is just beyond stupid. He didn’t get the rules yet. But plenty of people had told him what it’s like in the Maze, especially at night. And he still stepped out there, just as the Door was closing, only caring that two people needed help.”