Every TBS fangirl ever
You: *run over to him*
Thomas: *looks at you* hello
You: *stare at him, speechless* ………
Thomas: *looks at you, eyebrows raise up* ………
Police: so she just fell over and died?
Thomas: yeah…basically
A Ruckus (Minho)
Minho x Reader - 1,601 words
It had been another long, seemingly unproductive and futile day in the maze for Minho. Of all things, he was actually looking forward to getting back to the Glade, eating some of Frypans food and heading off to bed. Frypans food, really? He thought to himself. I’ve reached such a low point I’m actually excited about Fry’s food.
However, the moment he stepped foot into the Glade, he knew his evening was going to be nothing like he’d originally hoped. It was going to be miserable, full of putting the boys back in their place. Because, currently, the Glade was in shambles with boys running around carelessly, hollering like wild hyenas. Someone or something had caused an outbreak of insanity while he was responsibly mapping the maze and now he’d have to restore order.
Speaking of which, where was Newt?
After jogging around the Glade past screaming and laughing boys, Minho finally found Newt sneakily peering out from behind the northern corner of the homestead, his back rising and falling quickly as he huffed and puffed violently. The runner reached out and grabbed the blondes shoulder, turning him around.
“The shuck is going on here? And why you got that stupid piece of fabric hanging out of your back pocket?” He demanded an answer.
At first, Newt was startled, probably more than he should have been, by Minho. But, that shock was still no match against the bright, wide smile on his face and the laughter leaving his lungs.
In that moment, Minho’s heart melted. Literally dropped out of his chest and right down in the grass. The air left his lungs and his eyes watered.
Never, ever before, in all of the time that Minho had known Newt had he seen him so happy. So genuinely excited to be alive, enjoying what life was currently offering him. The boy thought the Glade was a mess and that something had gone wrong, but he was beginning to think something else was at work here.
“The new Greenie’s got us playing capture the flag!” Newt explained breathlessly, the smile on his face still baffling Minho. “You know what that is?”
“Of course I know what that is,” Minho rolled his eyes. “How long has this been going on?”
Newt took a second to try and slow his thoughts so he could remember. “Since a couple hours after the box showed up. Pretty much all day!”
“What the—“
“C’mon!” Newt patted Minho’s shoulder, still careful to be on the lookout for the opposing team. “Go find Alby! He’s in charge of the other team!” He shoved Minho off before making a break towards the deadheads. Minho could obviously still see Newt’s limp, but it hardly seemed to be hindering his run now. It was like all of this excitement got his mind off of the pain.
Begrudgingly, Minho set off to find Alby. Of course, just like Newt, it didn’t take long to find Alby. He was over by the slaughter house, a group of boys moping around in one of the pig pens behind him. A smug smile was plastered on Alby’s face as he paced around the pen, keeping a firm watch out for intruders.
“Alby!” Minho shouted as he jogged over. “You lost your shuck mind? These are boys, not pigs!”
Alby let out a low, loud laugh. One of the loudest, most sincere ones Minho had ever heard from him. “Nah! These are our prisoners! Someone’s gotta keep watch!”
Minho scanned over the boys in the pen, and he noticed they all had the same kind of fabric sticking out of their back pockets, while Alby didn’t. In the very least, he now knew the distinction between the two teams.
Suddenly, a ruckus broke out behind Alby. At the other side of the pen, someone was dragging Winston out of the pen, trying to help him stay up on his feet as they ran away like fleeing criminals.
“Ah!” Alby shouted in frustration, scrambling around to the other side of the pen in hopes of catching the Winston and the other Glader, but his efforts were totally useless. They were long gone.
That was when Minho caught a glimpse of Winston the escapee and the person who’d broken him out of prison. They were somewhat smaller than the rest of the boys, and had this Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair he’d certainly never seen before. When they looked back, Minho’s air once again left his lungs. Actually, didn’t just leave, but totally abandoned.
Minho held out his arm weakly, pointing in the direction of the girl that had run off. “Who. The. Shuck. Is. That?”
“That,” Alby began. “Is the new Greenie. And she’s totally awesome!” He laughed again.
“And kinda ho—“
“Aye!” Alby snapped, shutting down one of the boys in the prison before he said something he’d regret.
“Alright,” Minho threw off his running vest and began to shake out his legs, prepping to run once again. “How do I get in this game?”
“You’re already in!” Alby thew his arms in the air. “You’re on our team. Try and capture the other teams flag without getting caught. If you do, wait in the jail until someone comes to get you.”
Minho didn’t have time for rules or explanations right now. He had to go after her. He had to.
After tirelessly racing around the Glade in circles without even catching a single glance of her, Minho slowed to a stop in the middle of the Glade and spun around, scanning the entire place over. Sooner or later, she’d have to show herself.
It didn’t take long.
First, Newt was being dragged out of the deadheads by Zart and being led towards Alby and the prison full of boys. Then, he caught the sight of the girl with a large piece of bright blue fabric in her hands as she quite literally ran for her life towards the council hall. It must’ve been their teams basecamp, and Minho was fully confident he could beat her there and take the flag back.
If the Glade wasn’t already full of energy, all of the boys catching sight of the girl sprinting across the open field truly brought life to the world. It was like the sun got warmer, the breeze got softer and the world was all okay. Though Minho enjoyed the sight just as much as everyone else, he wasn’t letting this Greenie win this game on their first day. No way.
As Minho ran though, he began to realize he was falling behind every so slightly. His plan had been to intercept her before she crossed the midline of the Glade, and regardless of if he wanted to admit it or not, she was going to beat him there. But he still wasn’t going to let it happen.
“You’re not gonna make it, Greenie!” He hollered out as he pushed his legs to their absolute limit, trying desperately to catch up to this new, speedy addition to the Glade.
Apparently, the girl hadn’t noticed he was chasing after her. Because, she looked back as the words spilled out of his mouth, and just like a frightened deer, her pace only quickened after she realized he was coming after her. She flew through the field and began to yell, probably from both thrill and fear. All of the boys on her team, from the prison on the other side and all of those who stood guard on their side began to scream and shout, encouraging her to keep going despite Minho trailing just behind.
“RUN Y/N!!” Minho recognized Newt’s voice from behind where he knew Zart was still dragging him towards the prison.
Y/N, huh? Minho thought. She must’ve remembered her name pretty quick.
When he came back to his senses from being lost in his thoughts, the girl had already crossed the midline. She was being hoisted up by her teammates, all laughing and smiling like there wasn’t a single thing wrong with the world. The girl had shown up just hours before and she’d brought the entire Glade together to spend an entire day together happily and in peace. Even Gally of all people was amidst the group of people holding her up, a horrifically wide smile smashed into his face.
Newt walked past Minho, a smug look crossing his features. “Did you just—“
“I just got outrun by a Greenie.” Minho muttered breathlessly, his mind short-circuiting. “That’s not possible.”
As he stood there, completely perplexed and feeling defeated, the girl took notice. She walked over to him and crossed her arms. “You almost had me.”
Shocked, Minho nearly jumped back.
“You’re new. Where were you all day?” Y/N tilted her head in question.
Minho scoffed. “Uh, you’re the new one, Greenie.”
“Y/N.” She corrected. Minho wanted to hit himself in the face. He’d heard her name. Why didn’t he use it? He felt so stupid.
“And your’s…” She once again had to snap him out of his thoughts.
“Minho.” He croaked, taking the hand the girl held out and shook it. “We should talk later, you’re a fast runner.”
“Sure!” She smiled before bounding back off towards to her team which were still celebrating, the rest of the team breaking free from Alby’s prison and sprinting across the Glade with arms up in the air.
This was a day Minho knew no one would forget. It was one he’d never forget either. Y/N was someone he looked forward to trying to convince to become a runner, because she was more than suited for it.
Should I create a tumblr fanpage of TMR memes?!
I spit out my water
Beacon (Newt)
Newt x Reader - 1,234
Just a random piece from a while back that I dug up! Basically while in the Scorch, Thomas has memories of how he’d lost Y/N to the maze one night with Minho. However, she managed to escape and then finds her friends in the middle of the Scorch.
Just behind them, a griever shrieked, it’s metal legs scratching against the stone.
“Holy SHIT, RUN!” Thomas yelped, all three of the kids arms were pumping uncontrollably, pushing their bodies forwards.
“This way! This sections closing!” Minho commanded out, turning a sharp corner. Just down the corridor, one of the sections was sliding closed, just as the doors do every evening in the glade. Y/N was smart. She was smart enough to know that the doors were too slow, and that even if they made it through, so would the griever.
“Go!” Y/N pushed Thomas in front of her and she pulled the machete from his pack as he rushed by. She took one quick look at the griever and found the mark she needed to hit for a fatal blow. Following closely behind the boys, they raced down the corridor. But, she skidded to a stop, the doors before here just a few feet from closing.
“Y/N! RUN!” Thomas let out a heart-wrenching plea. Y/N stood her ground, looking back with sorry eyes. Neither boy budged, they knew there wasn’t enough time to make it back to the other side.
“Tell Newt I’ll see him on the other side!” Were the last words she yelled down the corridor at her best friends. The last thing they saw was the machete being riffled at the monsters head, sending it toppling to the floor, writing in agony. It was a lethal shot and all Minho could hope was that she’d make it through the night. He knew she could. The rest of the night, the boys ran, hoping they’d evade any grievers.
Though Thomas wanted to leave the maze, going back to the Glade to face Newt seemed far worse than any griever now. He could almost see the blonde crumpled on the ground, shaking like the earth when it’s plates shifted.
Inevitably, the morning sun began to cast shadows in the maze and the pair of runners found their way back to the doors. They’d survived a night in the maze, but lost their closest confidant in the midst. They lost the girl who they promised to would protect.
If Thomas had thought losing sight of the girl last night was the worst thing he’d ever experienced, he was wrong. The vexation Newt was about to blow him to pieces with was far worse.
“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” The second-in-command screamed with every ounce of agony inside of him, not a single Glader trying to hold him back. Newt’s entire energy was focused on Thomas, not Minho, because Thomas was the one he had made promise to keep the girl safe. Thomas’ ears rung with white noise as Newt screamed in his face, throwing a punch which rattled his mind. Newt’s chest was open wide and Thomas could see right through to his broken heart. The brunettes heart, on the other hand, had fallen into an abyss he was sure it’d never return from. Newt, he knew, would never be the same. He’d just lost a piece of himself.
[Time Skip To Scorch]
“Thomas? You bloody listening to a thing I’m saying?” Newt tapped Thomas’ knee, trying to catch his attention.
“Y-Yeah…” Thomas rubbed his eyes and sighed, looking up to Newt. He hated looking his friend in the eyes. He could still see the misery Newt kept hidden inside. Newt tried to convince everyone that he didn’t miss her, that he didn’t care. But everyone could tell he still thought about her everyday.
“What you thinking about?” The blonde asked quietly.
“Y/N…” Thomas fought back the tears in his eyes, finding it hard to admit that he too still thought about Y/N at times like this. They were situated in the shade under an old, torn apart building in the scorch, hiding from the sun. Newt turned away at the mention of Y/N and everyone sat in silence, waiting out the oppressive sun.
They had been walking for at least an hour when the sun had finally begun to set. The scorch was afire with golden light and it made it look somewhat pleasant. Just a few hundred metres away a single, thin but tall tower rose out of the ground. Thomas assumed it was some sort of old power line with a makeshift lookout built on the top.
“HEY!” A voice screamed from in front of them, the words being carried on the wind. Up in the tower, a bright red scarf was being waved violently in the air by a small person. Newt pulled out his own red scarf and waved it back, all of the Gladers screaming against the wind. They continued forwards as the body climbed down from the tower. At least five minutes had passed of everyone treading through the deep sand, the wind making it difficult to stay on a straight path before they could get a clear image of the person approaching.
They were wrapped in cloth, face completely shrouded by the fabric which protected them. A red scarf tucked into their pants, blowing in the wind like a beacon of hope. The closer they got, the faster the person ran. Minho just prayed it wasn’t a crazy crank coming to eat their brains.
The group circled around the stranger cautiously. Gladers tried to meet the eyes of the person but the fabric around their face was risen just too high. The person removed the glove on their right hand and pulled the fabric away from their eyes.
In that moment, Newt’s heart stopped pumping and his lungs stopped taking in air. He’d know those Y/E/C eyes anywhere.
“Aye shuckfaces.” The girl quipped and Newt lunged forwards, throwing her to the ground. He fell atop her and hugged tightly, a sob leaving his body. When he finally released, he straddled her and pushed back the fabric from her face with shaky hands.
“I-It’s you? It’s really you? Y-You’re dead?” He asked, his belief still faltering.
“Yeah!” Y/N laughed a little and shuffled out from under Newt, sitting up.
“Where’s Aris?” Y/N asked and Newt eyed her suspiciously. How she knew the blue eyed boy, he didn’t know, but he sure didn’t like it.
“Right here.” The boy slumped down beside her in the sand and Y/N hugged him tight. Newt sat with wide eyes, looking to Thomas for answers he didn’t have.
“How the shuck does he know you?!” Minho piped up and Y/N laughed.
“He’s my little brother! We could talk to each other telepathically ever since I got to the Glade. He helped me out of the maze that night, then through the WICKED compound, and then told me to meet you guys here.”
Everyone was baffled.
“And you DIDN’T tell us she was alive?!” Thomas barked at Aris and the blue eyed boy cowered.
“I asked him not to. You guys might not have believed him. That would’ve just caused problems and you know it.” Y/N looked at Minho suggestively and he rolled his eyes.
“Well, you’re back, that’s all that bloody matters.” Newt lifted Y/N off of the ground and held her closely once again. They still had a long ways to go, but Newt didn’t care. Nothing meant more than having Y/N back in his arms once more.
what i really mean when i ask people if i can read around them:
I just want to say this……
I love how Thomas
Is still a little cinnamon roll 😻😽
And how Dylan
Is still a little lady killer 💋
How Kaya is still
Super sweet 🍬🍭
How ki Hong is
Still goofy and silly😝😜
And how Will is
Still captain 😍😘😗
God I love this cast
He was tougher than the rest of us— tougher, colder, meaner. The shade of difference that separates a greaser from a hood wasn’t present in Dally. He was as wild as the boys in the downtown outfits, like Tim Shepard’s gang.
MY SISTER AND MY MOM JUST TOLD ME MATT DILLON WAS UGLY
Bish where???
Sodapop in a nutshell
The Gang x Irrational Fears
- Dally is afraid of spiders
- “Dal, it’s just a bug.”
- “More like just Satan!”
- Johnny is afraid of things getting in his eyes.
- “Johnny that fell like 3 yards away from you.”
- Johnny rubs his eyes until they’re puffy and he is pleased with the way they feel.
- Steve is so afraid of drowning that if the water starts to back up while he’s showering he has to stop the water and wait for it to go down.
- What the socs did to Pony is Steve’s literal worse nightmare.
- Soda is afraid of being left alone for too long.
- “Just cause Pony is staying the night at Curly’s doesn’t mean you have to go stay with Steve.”
- “But what if the world ends and I’m all that’s left!”
- Ponyboy doesn’t like sirens or horns.
- Every time he hears a train or an ambulance it puts him on edge. Amber alerts are the worse.
- Two-bit might like Mickey Mouse but if he see’s a real mouse he’s on top of furniture screaming like a girl.
- Dallas is good at catching mice bc New York so he teases Two-bit with it.
- Johnny might be a pure bean but hes also a little shit that will actually pet spiders so he puts one on Dally’s arm.
- Darry thought it was hilarious so Dally bought a big ass snake for revenge.
- “You think spiders are Satan but you’re touch that?!”
- “Look into his eyes, Darry. He loves you.”
The Outsiders boys as things I've said
Ponyboy: I’m only a child why are you all like this
Sodapop: I get drunk off of Strawberry Fanta.
Darry: You may call me the mom of the group, but I’m more like the stressed out grandma who takes care of everyone because the mom is on a acid trip.
Two-Bit: I want to be a comedian, but I’m a whole lot funnier inside my head.
Steve: //loses a game of Kahoot// I’M GONNA KASHOOT EVERYONE
Dally: What goes on in my head are the cries of the damned, 24/7.
Johnny: Don’t talk to me, I’m only a baby. (Youre 16) I SAID DON’T TALK TO ME
The Outsiders as real quotes from people I go to school with...
Life is hard....
Why does everyone hate me? 😭
Babysitting (feat. Dally) Imagine for Anon.
it was like you didn’t have an option besides staying home. everytime you were in the mood to go out, someone asked you to babysit. Whether it be a friend, relative, or a neighbor, they always asked you to babysit. This time it was Soda and Sandy that nominated you “Babysitter of the Night”. They dropped their baby girl, Stacie off at around 6:45. They were going out with Steve and Evie like usual. Stacie looked just like Soda, but she had Sandy’s blonde hair. “She might be hungry or need a diaper change, she has a bottle in her bag.” You assured them that you had everything under control, and for them to get going before they were late, and to have a good time. Stacie was very calm for a baby, she didn’t do all of that crying-fussy stuff. Judging from all the other times you had watched her, she would be sleep around 7:30 and your incomporable bordem would commence. You thought about calling Dally, but he wasn’t fond of small children and you didn’t want to put him in such an unsettling situation. “Guess it’s just you and me, huh Stace?” You said picking her up and carrying her to the kitchen. You put her bottle in the fridge, and looked at her as she pulled your hair gently and smiled. You sighed and looked at the phone once more. You were jealous of your friends and all the fun that they had. You loved watching Stacie, but sometimes you wanted to be a teenage and live a little. Dal never really went out, and when he did it was without you. He liked to have his “night’s with the fellas”, which consisted of getting drunk, looking up girls skirts and ignoring the hell out of his girlfriend. You hoped he wasn’t out getting into trouble, you couldn’t stand to see him locked up again. That thought made you hold Stacie closer to you, as if she was your own. You imagined it like she was your baby, and her father had left you home alone with her to go out with his buddies, and that scared you something awful. You went back into the living room and set Stacie down on the floor so she could play with her toys. She held her favorite doll in her arms and laughed playfully, like it was the first time she saw it. You loved kids, and you wanted your own badly, even though you were young. The only thing that was holding you back was the thought that you had in the kitchen and Dallas himself. Dallas wasn’t an activist for child-bearing, kids weren’t his forte, but a few little Dallas’ running around wouldn’t have bothered you that bad. You hoped he would change his mind so one day you two could have your own, but it just sounded like a bunch of nonsense the more you thought about it. You two had been together for nearly three years and you hadn’t brought up the topic of kids to him once, you were scared. you gave Stacie a bath and put her in pajamas. You noticed she was getting tired so you sat down in the chair and your room and started to rock her gently. “Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed…” You sang softly as her eyes starting to flutter and she held onto your finger. You heard the front door open, and thought that it might be your mother and father coming in from Friday Night Bingo, so you continuted to sing to the baby as she drifted to sleep. You stood up to put her in crib that Soda had bought for your house since she stayed over so much, and you saw Dallas standing in the doorway smiling at you. Your face turned red as you internally hoped he didn’t hear you singing. “She’s a doll, ain’t she?” You said to him. He nodded still smiling. “You’re gonna make a good mom one day, y/n.” You blushed. “I’m alright.” “No, I mean it, your kids are gonna be lucky.” You were glad this topic had finally risen between you two. “I can’t even imagine what its like having little pains in the ass running around.” Dallas said laughing. You shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind…” You said hoping he caught your drift. “It’d be pretty cool having a little ‘us’ running around.” He said shocking you. “You mean, you want babies?” You asked with excitement racing through your body. “Yeah,” He said nonchalantly. “it’d be cool to be a daddy.” You smiled at him. “You don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to hear that.” “I’ve probably been waiting longer to say it.” You wanted to jump right into bed and get to making your littl Winston’s, but you remembered your mothers rule, “No babies out of wedlock”. “Wait,” You started, hoping you didn’t kill the mood. “shouldn’t we, y'know, get married first?” He smirked devilishly. “I’m way ahead of you.” HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!