she probably did this on purpose smh
Her publicity team like “don’t forget to trip AT LEAST once!”
people on this website are so shitty you talk about how many social anxiety issues you have and how you’re not good at anything then this woman goes to one of the most stressful celebrity events ever where she’s already nervous about whether she’ll win or not and you think her tripping once is a publicity stunt I don’t care if you don’t like her shes still a person with nerves and anxiety just like you shitdicks
Being torn to pieces by a Griever.
Remaining trapped in the Maze.
Being seen by someone.
Newt was afraid of so many things that he had lost count of his fears.
Fear of losing a valuable opportunity to find the way out.
Fear of not having the strength to go back to the Glade and pretend he was okay.
Fear of being seen.
Minho used to repeat it every time between a kiss and another, whispering it like a lullaby.
- No one will ever find us, - he used to say, - we are in my section and my section’s mine and you’re only mine and stop whining, shuck. -
He used to say many other things, blown into his ear, stolen by the contact with his skin, but Newt just couldn’t keep calm.
He couldn’t stop looking at the Beetle Blades with their eyes as red as the blood clotted in the bruising that Minho always left him on the neck when he kissed him too ardently and with too much desire. Sometimes two or three of them used to stared at them for hours.
- There is no one watching, shuckface.
But that day Minho wanted more. Not just kisses, not just hugs.
He pushed him against the stone wall of the Maze, grinning more arrogantly whenever Newt sighed of pleasure.
And Newt…Newt was not able to resist the perfect curve of his back; he stroked it with his hands. He couldn’t refuse the sensation of Minho’s body over his to protect him, because Minho was strong, brash, but at the same time caring. He was kissing him passionately, laughing at his mewing, licking his neck to make him go crazy. He was pressed against him, taking away his breath, but as always, he respected him.
If Newt did not want to be touched, Minho did not lift a finger. He undid his shirt only when Newt gave his consent, and didn’t remove his clothes until Newt did it in person.
Despite the fear, even though the first time Minho came out he was terrified, Newt had always wanted to do it. Because it was right to do something for himself. It was right for the pain to be replaced by the pleasure that only Minho could give to him.
While Mihno was holding him, Newt tried to concentrate on the two of them loving each other, hidden among the infinite corridors of ivy. He tried to focus on Minho’s voice and nothing else. He started feeling alive.
Alive. Alive. Alive.
Wicked. Wicked. Wicked. Wicked.
Fear exploded in Newt’s head as a gunshot.
Wicked. Wicked. Wicked.
Beetle Blades everywhere, the word “wicked” written on their back.
Hundreds of Beetle Blades looking at them all around.
- Shuck it. They’re watching us.
- Let them see. Let those pieces of klunk see something beautiful in this shucking and horrible place. They won’t tell anyone.
Are you sure?
Another kiss, a mischievous touch. They slid against the wall. Newt ran his eyes on the corridor of the maze, while Minho was breathing in the crook of his neck.
- They are everywhere. There’s that word written on them. Wicked.
Minho detached itself just enough to throw a rock to the lizards. They didn’t move.
- Slim it, Newt. They’re not talking about us. We’re not doing anything wrong.
He ran a hand to the zipper of his trousers and stroked him as he pulled it down.
- This’s not wicked, is it?
No. It was good. It was perfect. It was too amazing to exist in that kind of hell.
Newt surrendered to his touch.
- No, - he whispered, - It’s bloody amazing.
- So shut the fuck up. Close your eyes and pretend they don’t exist. There’s just the two of us.
- Good that.
That was the first - but not last - time they made love. It was strange at first. Awkward. Shy. Clunky. Then it became more beautiful than running free in the maze, with the wind on their face. Actually they had never felt so free before that moment.
Newt kept his eyes fixed on Minho’s.
The only time he lost that contact was after reaching the limit, when Newt looked over Minho’s shoulder for a second.
Wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked wicked.
They’re watching us, he wanted to scream in anger, but he pressed his lips on Minho’s neck to remain quiet, while the other was still moving slowly in his body.
- Can we do it again? Yay. Now. - Minho grinned through his hair.
They’re still watching us, Newt thought, and if they find out that this shank is the most important thing that I’ve ever had, they will do everything is in their power to take Minho away from me. Or to take me away from him.
They were so wicked.
- Is that a no, shuck face? Don’t break my heart.
Minho sobbed theatrically.
Not in here. Anywhere but here.
- You are bloody insatiable.
Minho bit him playfully.
And wicked .
But they were more cruel, and they were looking at them.
And being seen was such a huge fear to face.
Uhm, okay, sorry for this mess. I’m not english and surely the os is full of mistakes but MINEWT… I couldn’t resist.
the official movie blog liked my minewt mix i guess we know which ship is gonna be canon in the film
It’s not easy to write a fanfiction. In english. When you’re italian. About Minho and Newt. And kisses. And first times.