ok im actually gonna use capitals!! shocking!! 

i feel like i write better when i do so yk 

omni panic is watching titanic and simping over jack and rose (young rose not the grandma ok)

Minho grinned mischievously at the circle. He was in a cultish circle, along with Thomas, Newt, Gally, Alby and some of the other Gladers.

The bonfire was roaring behind them, matching the mood they were creating.

They had just finished playing Truth or Dare, which had resulted in Gally and Frypan making out. Well, the dare was for them to kiss. They decided to make out. Gross.

Anyway, Thomas was absolutely petrified by Minho's sinister grin.

What the shuck was he planning? 

"We are now going to playy..." He dragged out the word, creating suspense. 'Suspense', yeah right. Newt scoffed, at least half the Gladers knew what he was going to say. The infamous, "Are you nervous?" 

The brunet furrowed his brows. "What the hell is that?" 

Minho rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Greenie. We're going to explain it in a minute." 

Thomas bit his tongue to prevent a remark after the 'greenie'. He had been there for over a month. He had to stop being bitchy, he was eventually going to be banished if he kept answering back in a rude way. 

Then again, if Gally or someone attacked him because of his words then they'd be the one to get banished, so that probably wouldn't be that bad.

A couple of the Gladers cheered, but the majority groaned, clearly being at the end of Minho's endless humiliation before. 

"I am not playing that again, Minho." Newt shook his head in refusal.

Minho stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, stretching his legs out on the grassy dirt. "Why?" 

"You know bloody well why." And he did. Last time, he was told to do it with Gally. Gally was complaining about it the whole time, and neither accepted defeat until Gally himself got too disgusted. It was traumatising for the poor boy.

Much more traumatising than seeing a Griever ever was. 

Thomas cocked his head to the side. "What happened?" He was curious. 

The Brit sent Minho daggers, telling him to shut the fuck up. "Nothin', Tommy." 

Minho being Minho, though, grinned. "Well, Thomas,-" 

The brunet frowned. "If Newt doesn't want to tell me then I won't let anyone else tell me, Minho." 

Newt almost choked on his saliva, but regained his composure with a satisfied smirk. "Take that." 

There were a few wolf whistles, but one glance from Alby shut them up. 

Alby himself seemed to be enjoying this, though.

The raven haired male put his arms up in fake surrender. "Sorry, Tommyboy." He beamed, though, which was slightly unnerving. "That was so romantic, you know?"

Thomas matched the beam with a sarcastic, overly fake grin. "Almost as romantic as-" 

"Okay, okay, sorry!" Minho cut in, blushing as he looked at the ground. "Shut up, Greenie." 

"Ha!" The brunet cheered, throwing his fist in the air. "That's what you get." 

There were a few confused, hushed whispers. 

"Greenbean, tell us what Minho did."

Alby's voice silenced everyone. 

Thomas' grin disappeared, as he did not want to tell everyone about his friend's secret, but then again, he'd prefer to do that than get banished. He wouldn't have actually said anything about Minho, but he didn't need to know that. It was good blackmailing.

"Uhh.. Well.." He gestured with his hands, stammering. 

Ben groaned, rolling his eyes. "He caught me and Minho getting it on." 

Newt barked out a laugh, doubling over. "Oh my god, Tommy, are you okay? That'd be a bloody traumatic event." 

Minho grumbled out incoherent swearing, as everyone practically rioted. 

Alby raised an eyebrow. "Is that so, Minho?" 

When he got the nod of approval, he cracked a smile. "Idiots." 

The Brit hit Alby's shoulder with his own. "They're your idiots, though." 

Thomas smiled at their interaction. "For the record, it was a 'bloody traumatic event'," He made quotation marks in the air. "And I really wanted the stupid creators to erase my memory again." 

Chuck giggled from beside him. 

Newt rolled his eyes. "Don't blame ya."

"Okay, shut the hell up now," Minho whined, switching personalities in a second. Whiny bitch to confident bitch. "Let's play it!"

Thomas frowned. He still had no clue what the game was.

The Asian looked at the brunet with a roll of his eyes. "Basically, you spin a bottle and whoever spins is it is the touch-er and whoever it lands on is the touch-ee. The touch-er has to start with their hand on the other's knee, and move up, asking if they're nervous or not. Whoever calls quits first loses." 

He clapped his hands together, sitting up so he could reach the bottle. "Okay. Who's going first?" 

----

To say Thomas was absolutely traumatised would be an understatement. 

He was sat there, very awkwardly, might I add, whilst everyone around him was cheering. Chuck nudged him every so often, laughing at certain points. For example, when the bottle 'ironically' chose Minho and Ben. That ended in a small moan coming from Ben's mouth which was humiliating for the couple. But, Thomas admitted, it was quite funny. 

Thomas was absolutely dreading the point where he had to do something.

Which was now.

Minho grinned. "Okay, Tomboy, spin the bottle." 

"I don't want to." He whined, folding his arms like a toddler. "This is a stupid game." 

Newt stuck his tongue out at the raven haired male. "Shucking told you so. I'm not the only one who thinks that." 

The Asian knitted his brows together. "You never were." 

"Go away." 

"No." He turned his attention away from Newt. "Okay, Thomas, spin the bottle." 

Thomas sighed. He did not want to do this. He was about to shake his head, when a certain irritating male spoke up.

"Aw, Greenie, you're not scared are you?" Gally cocked his head to the side with a slight pout, imitating the brunet. "It's okay if you are, you know, shank." 

Okay, maybe he did want to do this now. 

Thomas glared at Gally, leaning forward with a nonchalant face expression. He span the bottle, praying that it would not land on someone it'd be awkward to do it with.

Well, it'd be awkward to do it with anyone, but that's not the point.

The bottle stopped at Newt.

"Uh.." 

Newt groaned with exaggeration (A/N literally like mermista from shera ok). "Let's get this over with. Come on, Tommy. I'm not getting up." He stretched his legs out as if to prove the point.

"Uh.. alright." Thomas muttered, blush settling on his cheeks. He hoped nobody would see it and made his way over to Newt awkwardly, kneeling beside him, almost, almost, straddling him. 

The Brit seemed to notice his worried expression, because he frowned and sat up a bit straighter. "You don't have to do this. They can't make you, we won't banish you if you don't." 

The brunet felt his heart flutter. How could someone be so nice yet so annoying at the same time? "I know, thanks." He murmured softly. "I think the embarrassment of chickening out would be worse than banishment though." 

"Probably." 

Thomas smiled and put his hand on Newt's knee. "Are you nervous?" 

He couldn't think of anyone who'd chicken out at that stage, to be entirely honest.

Newt shook his head, a matching derpy smile on his own face. "Not one bit, Tommy." 

The hand went up the tiniest bit, edging closer to his inner leg, as an oppose to just sitting on top. "You nervous?" 

"No." 

His hand then went further upwards, and closer to the inner leg once more. He was nearly touching his thigh now, his hand almost in between Newt's. He swallowed thickly, knowing this would probably go on longer than he wanted it to. Well, he wanted it to go on longer but not like this. "Are you nervous?" 

"No." Newt licked his lips, shaking his head again. 

Thomas looked at Newt through his eyelashes, nodding hesitantly and moving his hand further up this time, onto his thigh. "Nervous?" 

"Stop shortening the question." Newt grinned. "No. I'm not." 

The brunet rolled his eyes. "It's easier to say, okay?" 

Minho scoffed at the two, but they both ignored it. 

Thomas felt his heart pounding in his chest; he swore it was going to explode if Newt kept grinning at him whilst he was touching him and just, fuck. He edged the tiniest bit closer to his private area, averting his eyes whilst doing so. This was going to kill him. "Are.. Are you nervous?" He kicked himself for stuttering. 

The smirk he received did nothing to calm him down. "Aww, stuttering, Tommy?" He trilled, then laughed afterwards. A few other people laughed or wolf whistled at the pair, earning a middle finger from Newt. "Shut up, shanks." He rolled his eyes. "But... no, I'm not."

The brunet gnawed on his bottom lip, his hand flinching ever so slightly. Minho (being stereotypical Minho) picked up on it and laughed. "Awww, nervous, Tommy?" He snickered. 

Thomas frowned. He was so fucking embarrassed. 

Newt noticed his mortified expression and stuck his tongue out at Minho. "Don't embarrass him."

Alby rolled his eyes, whispering something to Minho which made them both cackle (well, it made Minho cackle).

Thomas smiled sweetly at Newt, who he swore had some blush on his cheeks. He lifted up his hand except for his finger, running it across Newt's thigh, almost touching his clothed dick. He repositioned his body so he was sat on Newt's stretched out legs and he didn't miss the way the blond clenched his jaw. He had no clue where he got this confidence from. "Are you nervous?"

Newt looked absolutely horrified but in a good way.  He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. 

"You made our second in command have a gay panic, Tombitch." Minho laughed, along with everyone else.

Thomas felt like crying inside. "Why did I do that why did I do that why did I do that?" He repeated, completely mortified and petrified. "I'm an idiot."

"Yes, yes you are." Newt finally composed himself, rolling his eyes with blush on his cheeks.

The brunet groaned, instantly standing up off the blond's lap. "I hate this game." He mumbled, feeling insecure under the gaze of everyone.

The Brit pouted. "No, come back."

"What?" 

"....What?"

"No you said-"

"I didn't say anything!"

Thomas frowned. Did he mishear? He did want to sit on Newt's lap if he was entirely honest. It was actually quite comfortable.

Alby sighed at the two. "Absolute shanks." He shook his head disapprovingly, making the two look at the leader with a confused expression. "Thomas, Newt said you should go back to him and sit on his lap and be a horny shuckface. Newt, Thomas definitely wants to so you should just grow a pair of balls and elaborate your feelings."

Laughter carried through the Gladers. Frypan grinned manically. "Idiots."

Newt flipped him off with a pink face. "I hate you all." He folded his arms. "I've been told to grow a pair of balls so Tommy," He cleared his throat. "You didn't have to move."

Minho groaned. "That's it?"

"What so you want me to do?!" The Brit rolled his eyes. "Get down on one knee and bloody propose?"

The Asian shrugged. "I mean, you could."

"Die."

Thomas smiled lightly at their bickering, building up the confidence for a second. He kicked Newt's legs, earning a confused expression, but when he mouthed 'move', he understood. The blond moved his legs so Thomas could sit in between them and rest his back against the other's chest. 

Gally scoffed at the pair. "Finally. They've been making heart eyes for the past year."

"Thomas has only been here for just over a month, though." Chuck furrowed his brows and smiled slightly at the two. "It's sort of sweet as well."

Minho laughed. "Sort of?"

"Sort of." The younger confirmed with a roll of his eyes. Minho was an idiot at times.

The idiot shook his head. "I mean yeah. It is sort of cute. But, knowing Newt he'll get a boner in 5 seconds."

"I heard that!"

They both ignored him. Chuck raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Knowing Newt? Minho, what the shuck have you been doing?"

Minho winked. "Sex." He shook his head. "Joking. But seriously, I've given him a blowjob before, unsurprisingly. We're all teenage boys with hormones trapped here, what do you expect?"

Thomas frowned. He completely zoned out of their conversation. He was possibly a tad jealous. Not a lot, of course. He doesn't get that jealous. ...Obviously.  He knew it was the past and he couldn't prevent it at all, and he would have probably done the same if Minho offered him a blowjob if Newt wasn't there. Nevertheless, he still felt a bit jealous.

He was brought out of his thoughts when a hand was rubbing on his thigh. "You alright, Tommy?"

Thomas jumped at the sudden voice and action. The hand was taken away, probably assuming he did something wrong. "Oh, uh, yeah." He paused, licking his lips. "You didn't have to take your hand away."

Newt smiled softly, returning his hand to his thigh. "Alright." He murmured. "I know you're lying though. You fiddle with your fingers when you lie." He gestured to his fingers, which were in fact being played with. 

"Oh."

"Oh indeed."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "I seriously am fine."

"You sure?" Newt brought his other hand to the brunet's chest, putting it up his shirt. "Tommy, are you jealous?"

"No!"

He spoke way too quickly, and the raised eyebrow he received was enough to make him reconsider his answer.

"..Maybe."

Another pause. 

"Okay, yes. Possibly."

"Cute." Newt snickered. "You don't have anything to worry about. That was like last year." He grimaced at the memory. "It was a bit odd."

Thomas shivered at the hand running up his chest. "Newt,"

The blond rested his face on Thomas' shoulder. He had to lean down a bit to do it, but he didn't care. "What?" He grinned mischievously. "I'm not doing anything."

The brunet rolled his eyes. "Liar."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He stuck his tongue out immaturely. "I am the most truthful person you have ever met."

Thomas pouted. The hand got closer to his waistband, but still settled on one of his abs. "Are you doing your own version of that stupid game?"

"I wasn't planning on." Newt hummed. "Are you nervous?"

The brunet looked around to see if anyone was looking, which they weren't. They were involved in their own conversations, and were playing the game themselves. Gally was spinning the bottle and he felt very bad for the person who was going to be on the receiving end of it.

Thomas returned his attention to the blond. "No."

His hand trailed down to his waistband, sitting there. "Are you nervous?" His other hand left his thigh and he dragged his index finger up the side of his torso. 

The brunet gnawed his lips and shook his head. 

Newt smiled and painstakingly slowly stuck his hands into Thomas' trousers, earning a small whimper. The Brit snickered at the sound. "That was hot. Are you nervous?"

Thomas whined. "Honestly? Yes. Yes I am." He paused. "But don't stop."

The blond grinned. "So am I, Tommy."

"Well you're good at hiding it."

i ended this at such a stupid point i know

i sort of want to do a second book that carries on from my lilies book that i completely forgot i wrote

NO BECAUSE FUCK WHY DO I WANT TO WRITE A TERESA X READER FANFIC fucking help me

no stop i really r eally want to write a teresa x reader ff now omg help