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ruewrote ยท 9 months ago
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๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘”๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ .
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PAIRING: tdc!gally x fem!reader WARNINGS: gally's death, no use of y/n GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: i miss you by adele WORD COUNT: 928 A/N: this was really fast paced but i've had the end part in my mind for weeks now so sorry if its rushed :)
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they could never make you hate him, even after what happened to chuck.
as much as you wanted to, you just couldnโ€™t do it. he had been your best friend, your crush, your rock, your lover.ย 
it was so good at first, maybe too good to be true, whatever it was it felt right with him. gally was the only thing in the glade keeping you sane, whole.
with thomas grabbing you by your waist, pulling you away from his body. gally giving you a last โ€œitโ€™s okay,โ€ before you were snatched away from him.ย 
tears streaming down your cheeks as you reached out for him, squirming in thomasโ€™s hold trying to free yourself, as you were both tugged through the exit by others in full combat gear.
you were finally out of the maze, but at what cost?
after his death, you were distant from the others except from newt. he always made sure you were eating and drinking, checking up on you when distanced yourself from everyone.
newt was like a brother to you, having him close helped, but then again what could he do for what only felt like heartache.ย 
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your eyes swollen and puffy as tears rolled down your cheeks, trying to keep your sniffles muffled by the sleeve of your jacket as the others slept.
time heals. well thatโ€™s what people used to say, but you think thatโ€™s complete utter bullshit because how does this ever get better?
everytime you closed your eyes you could see him, his hand shakily holding the gun in thomasโ€™s direction, his eyes full of tears, the infection spreading across his skin. then bang! jilting yourself out of bed, chest tightening, tears. it was the same cycle every time you slept.
feeling as it was almost selfish, you got to live, you got a chance to try to survive, but here you were here moping. losing winston only added to your heartache.
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nearing the last city the sound of angered shouts echoed far, definitely too many for the eight of you to take on, so you got closer to figure out what to do next.ย 
gently pushing through the crowd, trying to get to the front to see what was happening. a hand covered your mouth, muffling you crying out for help. the other around your waist as the person who grabbed you lifted you off the ground.
the others were still ahead of you, not noticing what was happening, until it was too late. out of nowhere mini missiles were getting shot at the ground beside you, making the person who had you fumble, almost letting you go.
another person in a gas mask watched this happen, they started to grab your legs and dragged you towards a truck, if you were gonna go, you were gonna go kicking and screaming all the way.
โ€œget off of her!โ€ newt yelled, dragging the man who had your feet off of you, but another two came up behind him and got him too.
both of you were soon thrown into a beaten down blue truck, leaving you sat side by side, breathing heavily. a certain are you alright? look shared between the two of you before staring down the three armed, masked people in front of you.
the car ride tense and rocky as the vehicle drifted around corners, making you bump shoulders with newt.ย 
it soon came to an abrupt stop, the doors being pulled open and the two of you nudged out of it. looking around you, you could see an abandoned car park, thomas and brenda, multiple guys with masks.
the sounds of muffled fighting could be heard in the van beside you, then bursts out jumping on the person, jorge punching them.
shouting about where brenda was, but soon stopped when he found her.
โ€œitโ€™s alright, weโ€™re on the same side,โ€ย 
thomas stepping closer, pushing you protectively behind him, โ€œwho the hell are you?โ€
after a long pause the unknown leader takes off his mask, โ€œgally?โ€ you mutter in disbelief, peeking out from behind thomas.
his eyes soften at the sight of you, โ€œhey sweetheart,โ€ giving you that familiar smile that you had missed so much.ย 
it doesnโ€™t take long for you to bound up to him, throwing your arms around his neck, bringing him into a bone crushing hug. he hugged you back even tighter, lifting you off of the ground with ease.
you moved back just enough to look at his face, a soft smile danced over your lips as tears filled your eyes once again, โ€œwhat the fuck. how is this real?โ€
โ€œiโ€™ll explain everything inside, cโ€™mon,โ€ he placed you back on the ground, grasping your hand in his own as he signalled the others to follow him.
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bonus:
you were now cuddled up in bed with gally. your head on his chest, legs intertwined, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist pulling you closer to him.
โ€œi never thought weโ€™d have this again,โ€ speaking softly as you looked up at him, โ€œi really thought i lost you.โ€ย 
he gazes down at you, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, โ€œwhether you like it or not, i'm not going to give up on youโ€ฆon us.โ€
โ€œthatโ€™s what i like to hear,โ€ you joke, playfully elbowing his side with your arm, earning a chuckle from him as you cuddled closer to each other.
for the first time in months youโ€™d finally be able to sleep peacefully with him by your side again.
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ialreadymadeyouapromise ยท 10 days ago
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coming soon . . .
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rosieandthethorns ยท 1 year ago
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i don't WANT to read smut right now
i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia
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ebodebo ยท 3 months ago
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Hot For Teacher!
โ€”professor!simon riley teaching anatomyโ€ฆ MDNI
(DISCLAIMER: in this fic, the reader is getting their master's, so reader is an adult! that said, this is still a student-professor relationship, so beware!)
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"I heard he was from Germanyโ€ฆ.orย somewhere."
"He's probablyย soooย old."
"Iย can'tย find his rate my professor anywhere!"
"I heard he only has one leg!"
Murmurs can be heard spread around the room; your fellow graduates flooded the lecture hall seats, not an empty seat out of fifty in site. They were itching with anticipation and anxiously awaiting the arrival of your new gross anatomy professor, including yourself.
You were even more nervous than when you had to present your senior thesis for your bachelor's to four of the most knowledgeable, bright minds you had ever come into contact with.
That was intimidating, but this somehow feels worse. You find yourself sinking into the squeaky plastic chair, praying that whoever walks through that door is as gracious and kind as your last professor.
Heavy steps echoed down the hallway, slowly and steadily etching closer and closer to the room you sat in. Your eyes nervously shifted up to look at the wide open front door, and you tapped your foot, restlessly, to a non-existent beat in your head.
The footsteps became louder and louder until the man finally stood in the doorway, sparing the class not even a singular glance. He steadily turned to the right and walked up to the chalkboard, back towards the class, carefully etching something onto the board with a small piece of chalk.
The murmurs around the room seized as the screeching noise of the chalk against the board bounced off the walls and went straight into everyone's eardrums.
It was a quick, illegible scribble.
He set the piece of chalk down and turned to face the class, eyes roaming around the room, allowing you to get a better look at him.
He wore a black surgical mask just below his nose, covering his lips and jaw. And,ย God, was he tall. He had to be at least six-two, maybe even six-four. He wore a charcoal gray button-up tight enough to display his broad shoulders and buff biceps, with kaki cargo pants that did nothing to hide his thick thighs.ย 
Fuck, he was hot.
"Your last professor was quite lenient,"ย his gravelly voice echoes around the room as he begins, leaning his hip on the table before him. "Don't expect that from me."
His eyes roamed some more, and the murmurs you heard about how hot he was seized as he spoke again. "If you think this class will be easy, you're sorely mistaken. Excellence is the bare minimum I expect from each of you,"ย he sternly says. "I don't tolerate excuses. You're in the wrong place if you can't meet the deadlines."
You didn't know the first time meeting your professor would just end up with him lecturing you about his obscure conditions and rules like this was a damn military base.
You try to remember if this course was even required for your degree: it is.
"If you miss class, don't bother returning,"ย he continues. The mood in the room had shifted entirely. There was no excitement left; it had been completely sucked out and replaced by regret and anguish. You swore you even saw some people with their computers quickly going to your university's directory, hoping they could still withdraw from a course.
"Lastly, mediocrity has no place in here. Push yourselves or find another course,"ย he gruffed, pushing himself off the desk he leaned on and maneuvering back over to the chalkboard.
"What are the instructions on the board?"ย Your eyes snapped to a random girl raising her hand adjacent to you, and you wereย surprised by her bravery in speaking.
The professor glanced at the girl.
โ€œAh, yes. These are instructions on how to withdraw from this course if you so choose,"ย he said. "Save me the headache and you, your dignity, and withdraw now if you cannot abide by my terms,"ย he almost seemed disinterested. "Also, you will call me Dr. Riley."
He picked up the chalk, quickly etching a strand of words onto it. "These are my office hours,"ย he says, setting the chalk back down. "Any questions?"ย He asked, turning to face the class.
Not a single peep can be heard. There was only a tiny squeak from one of the chairs. He crosses his arms. "Alright. Quiz tomorrow. Class dismissed,"ย he concludes. You freeze up in your chair as everyone around you starts moving as quickly as possible to get out of there.
You're wondering what you learned today that could be material for a quiz. Instead of waiting behind to ask, you shuffle your things in a bag and speed walk out of there.
This was going to be aย longย semester.
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It was three months in, and this class wasย kickingย your ass.ย 
No, that's not right. The class was outwardly blistering your entire existence. You pulled countless all-nighters to try and keep up with the material, but it was too much. There weren't enough hours in the day to study the copious amount of material.
It didn't help that Dr. Riley was a bit of a dick. He gave no leniency. Can't make the exam? Too bad.ย F. Didn't make class? Yikes. Get ready to recite the last lecture in front of the class when you return! Can't answer a question he asks? Well, well, it looks like we have a slacker on our hands. Have a lovely time writing an entire essay on the topic question you failed to answer!
"Can anyone explain the process of bone repair following a fracture?" Dr. Riley questions, taking his eyes off the chalkboard and turning towards the now half-full class. You snap out of your daydream, carefully looking back to your computer to continue typing what he writes.
Everyone averts their eyes from him to avoid getting called on. "No takers?" He asks once more, eyes narrowing slightly. You look over the top of your computer, eyes wondering over the messy array of notes he wrote to try and decipher them. "You," he says, flicking a finger towards you. "Give it a go."
Your eyes flick to his before widening in horror.ย Shit. You hadn't even gone over this week's slides because you were still working on the hundreds of slides from last week.ย 
"Preferably today," he raises a brow, impatience written all over his face, crossing his arm over his chest. You take a deep breath, quickly scan your notes, andย sublimelyย thank God you found what you needed.
"Well, first the bone goes through clot formation, then callus formation, then new bone tissue forms, then finally the bone remodels," you explain, issuing a polite smile after you finish, breathing out a sigh of relief as he nods.
"Uh-huh. It's a very interesting process. And do you know which of those processes has the longest duration?" He says blandly. You tilt your head a little, surprised to see he has another question.
"Well, I think thatย would be the bone remodeling," you affirm, shifting in your seat a little.
"And the shortest?" He quickly supplements.ย 
"Clot formation?" You say unsurely.ย 
"You seem unsure of your answer. Do you truly think it is clot formation?" He crosses his arms over his chest.ย 
You were sure of it, but then again, why would he ask you if you thought it was wrong if it was right? You open your eyes wider, almost like you have just had an epiphany. "Iโ€”no. It's callus formation," you say matter-of-factly.
"Incorrect," he says, uncrossing his arms and turning his back to you. "I suggest trusting your instincts next time." You sink deeper into your chair, hoping that somehow it will shield you from his scrutiny.ย 
"On that note, class dismissed." You quickly gather your belongings, but not before Dr. Riley pulls you aside to assign you a three-page, single-spaced essay about the formation of a bone after having a fracture due in two days.
"Also, be sure to discuss clot formation heavily," his voice carries a condescending tone. "So that when you present to the class, they understand the concept better than you did."ย 
Your brows furrow a little. "Wait, I do understandโ€”" You begin, though he interrupts.
"That's all," he cooly says, turning to grab his things from the desk in the front before switching the light switch off and stepping around you to leave the room. "See youย andย your paper Wednesday." You scowled as he turned away from you to go to his office.
This was such bullshit. You answered all his question, but God forbid you answer one incorrectlyโ€”well, not even incorrectly; he just made you feel it was wrong.
This was far from over.
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"Dr. Riley. I,ย um, I don't understand why I have to write an essay," you found yourself saying later that day in his office, around six p.m. or so, when most of the faculty had already called it a night and left. His eyes stayed laser-focused on some papers he was going over.
"You didn't answer my question," he says, scribbling something on the paper.ย 
You find yourself coming in, shutting the door behind you, and sitting on the chair before his desk. "Yes, I did. I answered all one hundred of them," you say matter-of-factly. The corners of his eyes crinkle as they finally flick to yours, clearly amused by your exaggeration.ย 
"One hundred, huh?" He sets the pen down, leaning back in his chair, threading his fingers together. Your eyes wander to his arms. He had rolled up his sleeves to reveal his veiny forearms covered in tattoos.ย 
You flick your eyes back to eyes in a panic, praying he didn't notice you essentially checking him out. "Yes, sir," you tried to keep your voice even.
"So, you want out of an essay I assigned to you?ย 
"Iโ€”well. I was hopingโ€ฆ" You trail off, eyes averting his.
"No," his tone is authoritative, final. You release a small breath, sagging into the chair, feeling defeated. However, you caught your eyes wandering back to his forearms before moving up to his biceps.ย Fuck. They would have busted out of his button-down if they were any bigger.
He was aย massiveย asshole.ย But, so fucking hot nonetheless. Had the most enormous thighs and arms you'd ever seen. Taller than anyone you'd ever met. Had a gruff, thick English accent you drooled over. Not to mention his raging ego, which did something for you.
"What is it?" Your eyes snap to his. Oh,ย God. Not again.ย 
"Nothing," you said quickly. He looked puzzled. You sat back in the chair, smiling awkwardly. He followed, leaning back in his seat and spreading his legs wider to get more comfortable.
You find your eyes drifting down, observing his clothed cock in his pants. "Nothing?ย Huh?" The corner of his lip quirks. You stare back at him; your face is hot, and your hands are clammy.
This time, there was no denying what it was you were ogling so intently.ย 
"Listen," he sits up a bit, placing his elbows on his desk and threading his fingers together. "I sympathize with your situation." You raise a brow because there is no way in hell he was sympathetic. His lip quips at your expression. "So, I believe I have a solution to your dilemma." That has you perking up in your seat, feeling a sense of hope.
"It's a bit...unorthodox," he mumbles, eyes boring into yours.
You squint your eyes in confusion. "Okay..." You trail off uneasily, sitting up a little straighter. "What did you have in mind?" He tilts his head up a little, carefully observing your face, before standing up and gripping the knot of the tie and carefully pulling it down so it rests lazily on his sternum.ย 
"Tell me," he prompts, easing his way around his desk to lean against the side you sit in front of. "What is it that caught your attention earlier?" You raise a brow, not only at his new position but also at his question.
"Pardon?" You prod. He lets out a small, scruffy, breathy laugh, crossing his arms over his chest and showcasing his huge biceps again. You release a slight breath as your eyes wander back to his arms. He tilts his head back as he examines your facial expression, dragging his eyes down your line of sight. He gives a breathy laugh as he realizes you are shamelessly checking him out.ย 
"Mhm," he hums. You snap your eyes to himย in an instant, though this timeย youย aren't embarrassed at the notion of him catching you.ย No. You wanted him to notice. Maybe, just maybe, then he'd finally find the courage to fuck you over his desk like you'd wanted since the first day he had arrived. "Your mind seems elsewhere," he observes.
"No, I'mโ€”I'm just thinking,"ย you whir, sitting in your chair.
He tilts his head back slightly. "What about?"ย His tone dripped with condescendence. He most definitely knew. He could read you like one of those fancy anatomy books he frequented. You lean back in your chair, legs spreading ever so slightly. His eyes glided to leer at your slightly agape legs.ย 
God, you had on that little fucking skirt you wore every so often. The damned thing was a couple of pieces of denim fabric. Not too short, but,ย ya, if you opened your legs at just the right angle, you could get a nice shot of your panties underneath. How lucky for your professor, who was at the receiving end of that.
"Oh, I don't know. Just things, you know?"ย You spread your legs just a little wider, and you swear you hear him release a breath. "It's the first day of fall tomorrow. Did you know that?"ย You casually say, spreading your legs that much further so he could get a better view of the wet spot already growing in your panties at him watching you.ย 
"I did."ย His voice was dry; he was surprised to get a damn word out.ย 
"Crazy,ย huh? Also, I'm thinking about our lecture tomorrow. What's it going to be on anyway?"ย You find yourself dragging your hand up your leg to the buttons of your shirt, carefully unclasping each of them gently. He could feel his cock straining against his jeansย seeingย you, legs spread, fingers fiddling with your cute little button-up top with frilly sleeves.
"Sexual reproduction,"ย he gruffs, fingers moving to undo the buttons on his shirt. You get the final button of your shirt unclasped, carefully sliding it off and onto the floor, revealing a lacy bra that matches your panties. You honestly thought you'd be more nervous, but with a guy that hot and educated staring at you like you were the sexiest thing alive, how could you be?
"Maybeย Iย should get a head-start, no?"ย You proposed as he unclasped his final button, slipping his shirt entirely off.ย Good-God. The man was chiseled and hairy. The scars etched into his skin only made him that much sexier. He reached for his tie next. "No,ย no. Leave it on,"ย you voice, getting up from your chair to stand before him.ย 
His greedy hands instantly sought refuge on your waist, dragging his fingertips along the waistband of your panties, giving them a little pull. You release a slight whine as the elastic slaps back onto your skin.
"Like fuckin' music to my ears,"ย he groans, pulling you flush to his body, ripping his mask off to encapsulate your lips with his hungry ones.ย 
You yelp into his mouth at the sudden sensation, though you find yourself getting into a rough rhythm. His hand's paw at your ass as yours covetously grips his shoulders. Although you were flush against him, you sought more contact. "I needโ€”I need,"ย you whined in his mouth.ย 
"Need me toย what? Say it,"ย he urged, hands slipping to thread through your hair, pulling it gently. Your mouth falls agape at the action, allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth. You moan into his mouth once more.
"I need you toโ€”to,"ย you stutter, unable to speak from how out of breathe you were.
"Say it,"ย he hissed, pulling your hair harder.
"Fuck me.ย Please,"ย you finally managed to say. He wasted no time picking you up by the back of the thighs and hastily placing you on his desk, flinging the loose papers and books that dawned it on the floor.
You reached between you to undo his belt and pant button as he slipped your panties down so they dangled loosely around your ankles.ย 
Your lips never disconnecting once.ย 
Once you got his pants undown and he your panties, he gripped your waist, hoisting you so he could pound his cock into you. You both moan at the contact, gripping each other tighter.
"Fuck,"ย he groans, "Feelย soย good."ย You press your lips back to his as he makes work pummeling into you, his hands digging into the flesh of your hips to get as much friction as he can.
You were sure you'd have purple and blue bruises tomorrow.
He brings his mouth to nip and kiss at the side of your neck, his teeth gently grazing against the sensitive skin. "Drivin' meย fuckin'ย insane,"ย he grits, teeth nipping your skin again. You whined, bringing your hands to thread through his hair.
"Iย drive you insane?"ย You breathe out, dumbfounded, his cock still sliding in and out of you at a hurried pace. His tongue brushes your neck until it reaches your lips, quickly bullying itself into the sanctity of your mouth.
"Suchย a good student. Aren't you?"ย He gruffs into your lips; your mouth hangs agape at the feeling of him in you. "Always doย suchย good work. Don't you, sweetheart?"ย You moan at his words; he presses a thumb to stimulate your clit. "Fuckโ€”you, you drive me mad,"ย he grits, moving his thumb faster.
You let a string of incoherent words, too caught up with his cock in you and thumb on you to form any real words.
"Huh? Ya, ya. But you must know that already. Or else you wouldn't have worn thisโ€”"ย he signals to the matching bra and panty set you had worn, "to meet with me,"ย he finishes. You respond with another pathetic whimper, feeling your impending climax.
The moment he whispers into the shell of your ear,ย "Better come quick, or I may change my mind about that paper,"ย you're a goner. You clamp around him at record speed, gripping his shoulders impossibly tighter, as you loudly moan in his mouth. His fingers dig deeper into the fat of your hips as his orgasm chases yours.
It takes both of you a second to catch your breaths, both heaving and chests rising with much pace. After you have caught your breath, he helps ease you off his desk, deftly reaching for your panties that slipped off your ankles in a frenzy and softly putting them back on you, followed by your skirt resting on the floor nearby.
You slipped your shirt back on, buttoning it as he focused on dressing himself. It didn't feel awkward like you had thought it was going to. Sure, it was quiet, but it was comforting.
You grabbed your bookbag, giving him a slight smile as you walked over to the closed door. "I appreciate you meeting with me. See you tomorrow, Dr. Riley,"ย you kindly say.
He nodded, pulling his tie to rest neatly on his neck. "Don't forget about the paper,"ย he plainly said, moving to pick up some of the loose papers on the floor.
A confused expression overtook your face. "I thoughtโ€”"ย you began.
"I don't play favorites, sweetheart,"ย he interrupted. "Write the paper."
Okay, he was still a dick, but oh well, sure, you'd write the damn paper, maybe even put a couple of errors in it so that he could deduct some points off, and you could request to meet with him again.
Ya, that sounded like a fineย plan indeed.
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a/n: inspired by a lovely who commented on my poll about professor!simon <33 @aiqsa (this took me so long omg)
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noelan1 ยท 7 months ago
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"i really hate people who read fanfictions with their favorite fictional characters! They are creepy..."
Bitch what.
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cyberg4l ยท 3 months ago
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โ”โ” โ€ข ๐๐ˆ๐“ ๐๐˜ ๐๐ˆ๐“ โ€ข โ”โ”“
pairing; GALLY x READER word count; 1.8k summary; youโ€™re reunited with gally after a tumultuous few weeks of grieving his death. warnings; mentions of death and grief, canonical type violence, angst, hurt/comfort
A/N: this is set during โ€˜death cureโ€™. all the characters are above the age of 18. there will be mentions of death, violence, and the flare. if youโ€™re not in the right headspace to read something heavy, then please take care of yourself.
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FOR THE LONGEST TIME, ALL YOU HAD WANTED WAS TO ESCAPE THE GLADE. You spent countless restless nights sitting under the stars and wondering what the world outside was like. There were times when you truly lost hope. There were times when you didnโ€™t think you would make it out alive - that the only time you would ever get a glimpse of what was beyond the grey, harsh walls would be in your dreams. Or even the afterlife.
Now, as you trekked along the depressing streets, you found yourself wishing for that blissful ignorance again. Ben, Chuck, Gally, Winston. Those names were on repeat in your mind almost every night and every morning. They died so that you could live, and that had to count for something.
You remembered vividly what it was like to see a fellow Glader die right in front of you. Sure, Ben was banished; but he had died long before he was sent out into the Maze. He was dead the moment the infection took hold of his body.
Gally was next. His stubborn nature caused his demise, and Chuckโ€™s too. Clenching your eyes, you blinked away the anger and resentment. Gally had been your friend. He was a hard-headed ass, and too overbearing, but he always took care of you when it mattered. Even if he was grumpy about it while doing so.
There was no place for love in the Glade, but if you had to pinpoint the first and last time you felt it, it would be for Gally. The memory of you begging him to come with you haunted your every waking moment. Tears, blood, and sweat covered your face as you dragged his sleeve - crying, almost falling to your knees to convince him. Youโ€™ll never forget the way he looked at you, the way he shook you off his arm like you were some pest.
And you couldnโ€™t forget about Winston. His death was still fresh in everyoneโ€™s mind. It was hard to forget the echo of the gunshot that had ended his life - even if it was by his own hands.
A harsh slam woke you from your thoughts. Someone had rammed straight into you, trying to pass you. Looking up, you saw them walk past a cargo truck. A tall man was sat on it - gas mask heavy and tight on his face as he seemingly stared straight through you. You shivered before looking away. The streets were too crowded. Thomas held onto your arm tightly as he maneuvered his way around. Honestly, your search was feeling futile.
If you could go back in time, maybe you wouldโ€™ve never left the Glade. Maybe Gally was right.
โ€œOver there,โ€ said Thomas, pointing to something in the distance.
You squinted, not quite understanding what he was getting at. In truth, you werenโ€™t even sure how he knew what to look for. The Right Arm hadnโ€™t been heard of in years. Thatโ€™s what everyone had said. You were looking for ghosts.
โ€œThomas-โ€œ you started, wanting to reason with him. Words caught in your throat as a bullet wheezed straight past you two.
All hell broke loose as swarms of bodies shoved and pulled - trying to escape the danger of being shot. Newt and Brenda had disappeared. Whipping your head around, you yelled for them, not wanting to lose another friend to the chaos that this world offered.
Before you knew it, a strong grip dragged you away, and everything went black as a strange fabric went over your face.
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โ€œLet me go!โ€ you yelled, looking at the familiar mask on the soldierโ€™s face. You quickly recognized them as the ones who were riding around town earlier.
The car ride had been brutally long. Your muscles ached, and your eyes were sore from being in the dark for so long. Frantically looking around, you tried to find your friends. Surprisingly so, your arms werenโ€™t tied. The only thing stopping you was the almost painful hold on your upper arm. Whoever these people were, they didnโ€™t seem like they wanted to hurt you - or else youโ€™d most likely be dead by now.
You huffed as you were manhandled into a room. There was something about the soldier - something about them gave you a sense of deja vu. It was the way they held themselves, the way their breaths came in ragged gasps as you stared at their chest. Each moment felt like a distant memory that you had seen before. Furrowing your brows, you decided it was your memory loss messing with you again. It was common for you to think you remembered something from your past, just for it to be a fluke.
You were quickly let go, and you jogged up to Newt, wrapping him in a hug.
โ€œI was worried sick,โ€ he mumbled. โ€œWhere are the others?โ€
You shrugged as your eyes scanned around. Spotting Brenda, you nodded to her. There were significantly less of you than youโ€™d initially had begun with. Had they taken the rest to a different location? Your heart hammered rapidly against your ribcage as you stepped back. You eyed the familiar soldier, noting the way his shoulders squared back as he stood tall.
You shook your head. I donโ€™t know him. Itโ€™s all just fake memories. Get over yourself. Get over yourself-
A shout interrupted the awkward and anxious silence. As Jorge began laying down punch after punch on one of the men, Brenda ran up to him to put a stop to it. All your eyes were looking for was Thomas and Fry.
After everything you had all been through, the thought of losing someone else was unbearable. You couldnโ€™t afford another loss like that. Letting out a deep breath, you watched as Frypan and Thomas stepped up, curiously staring down the soldier at the end of the room.
Words were exchanged, but none of them stuck.
His voice. It sounded likeโ€ฆ
โ€œWhat do you mean same side? Who the hell are you?โ€
The soldier stopped, his arm flexing as he lowered the gun in his hand. He looked away briefly before slowing pulling off his mask. A buzzed head came into view, and you had almost no time to process before his face turned to look at you.
All you could see was blue. The color of his eyes. The same eyes you had looked into as you pleaded and sobbed. The same ones you had watched the light slowly die out of. The eyes you had so long ago fallen in love with.
Both of your gazes locked onto each otherโ€™s, and if it werenโ€™t for Newtโ€™s hands steadying you, you genuinely think you couldโ€™ve passed out. It was like seeing a ghost.
All you heard was a loud commotion behind you as you turned to sprint out of the room. Another minute in there and you would lose your mind.
Pushing open the door to the balcony, you panted slightly, trying to get your bearings. The cool breeze pinched your cheeks, causing a slight twinge of pain. It was usually warm during the day, but the nights were freezing. In the Glade it had always been warm - never a dull day. Perhaps once every few months youโ€™d get rain, which was always good for the crops, but it was never necessarily cold.
Shivering, you wrapped your arms around you. Weirdly enough you had never been more glad to feel the chill of air run through your bones. It was the only thing reminding you that you were alive.
Alive. Gally was alive.
Burying your face in your palms, you paced around. You spent almost three weeks grieving him. You saw him die - no, correction, you watched and left him to die.
His face tormented you every time you closed your eyes. The tears he cried as he realized he was being left for dead, the scream that had left your body as you were pulled away from the scene. Gally was the first person you had ever truly opened up to. You had been in the Glade for the brunt of 2 years, and over time youโ€™d like to think you had gotten under his tough exterior.
The nights where you both couldnโ€™t sleep. Your head in his shoulder, and his hand intertwined with yours, precariously tip-toeing the line between friendship and something more.
Then, in a split second, it was all gone.
โ€œHey, firecracker.โ€
You winced at the nickname. Gally had given it to you on your first week there. He said you would give him a run for his money with the way you snapped and yelled at everyone. Really, it was just because you were scared - especially being the only girl.
You blinked away tears. โ€œPlease, donโ€™t.โ€
Your voice came out more shaky than you had liked. It wasnโ€™t that you werenโ€™t relieved to see him, itโ€™s just that you didnโ€™t exactly end on good terms. Now, seeing him alive and well - and so, unbelievably tall and handsome - it made you question everything.
He whispered your name, and you felt his body heat burn unbearably against your back as he stepped closer.
โ€œLook at me.โ€
Shaking your head, you clenched your eyes shut, letting a few stray tears fall. โ€œIโ€™m canโ€™t. Iโ€™m sorry, Iโ€™m sorry.โ€
The last time you let yourself cry was that exact fateful day. Every single tear in your body had been used up to the point that you werenโ€™t sure you were even capable of crying anymore.
Your back hit something hard, and you soon realized that two familiar arms were holding you to his chest. He breathed in and out, his inhales pressing against your back, indicating and proving that this was real. That he was real.
โ€œHow?โ€ You sobbed, leaning into his arm.
Really, you didnโ€™t care how. All that mattered was that he was here. And bit by bit, you would hopefully fix what was broken - regain what was lost.
Shifting around, you collapsed against him, wrapping your arms around his torso and gripping at his shirt desperately. You felt that if you let go, he would disappear. Just as he did the first time - when you let go of his sleeve, and he slipped away from your grasp, like he was never even there.
The only words that you were able to conjure were feeble apologies as you let yourself sob against his shirt. Inhaling his scent again for what felt like a lifetime, you finally felt like things were piecing together. Like you were whole again. Taking a quivering deep breath in, you finally lifted your head to look at him. He was just as beautiful as the day he left you.
He cupped your face as he rested his forehead against yours. You must have stayed like that for hours - or maybe it was only a few minutes.
All you knew was that no words had to be spoken for you both to understand. You were never going to leave each other again.
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alwayscorvus ยท 4 months ago
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Forced Marriage
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Forced Marriage
Jing Yuan x male reader, fluff;
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This day has finally come. Day when you and Jing Yuan were going to get married and fulfill your parents' promise.
Several years had passed since signing the agreement as children. Your parents long gone from this world. You both have earned a good name for yourselves. But despite the huge period of time and all your achievements, you have forgotten about one and most important thing. Or you may have actually done it on purpose. You haven't built a bond expected for future partners. You haven't gotten to know each other. You haven't even met. Not counting a few important occasions, banquets or incidents, at which you never exchanged more than two sentences. You knew your current appearance only from paintings.
But now it was all about to change.
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You adjusted the collar of your white shirt in the mirror and sent your reflection a hesitant glance.
Suddenly you heard a creak of an opening door. You turned rapidly and your eyes caught a glimpse of a figure of the man that you were supposed to marry in next few hours.
You swallowed a lump in your throat. Weirdly terrified. A feeling once completely unfamiliar to you.
You kept watching as Jing Yuan made his way down the grand, snowy white, marble staircase, positioned in the center of the room. He was moving with incredible elegance. His hips gently swayed from side to side in the rhythm of lions' tails that confidently hunted his prey.
Right behind your fiancรฉ his butler followed. His movements were much more clumsy, struggling to keep up with his master.
-It's a honor.
Said Jing Yuan, bowing low as he finally managed to reach you.
-My pleasure.
You answered with a fake confidence. You weren't sure what to do with yourself. Should you shake his hand? Give him a hug? Confess for how long you had been looking forward to this meeting? After all, you were going to spend the rest of your lives together. Completely inseparable.
Jing Yuan, however, seemed cold and reserved. Completely different from the descriptions. Although his face didn't show much, man didn't fail to send you an unfriendly glance.
You rubbed your sweaty palms against the sides of your suit pants. You really can't remember the last time you were so nervous. Have you ever been this way? Even when handling the biggest contracts on which your family's good name depended, you weren't this worried. Today, however, was very different. As well as the entire last week for which you couldn't sleep.
-Misses XiวŽo Huรฌ probably warned you that it's not gonna be anything big. Everyone will find out about our new status eventually, but I don't want to make a ceremony that shakes whole Xianzhou Luofu. I prefer to let this matter pass as quietly as possible. We came to the conclusion that my marriage... precisely this marriage, may not have the best impact on my position as Charioteer.
Ah, of course. Over those past years since Jing Yuan was a small child, he was able to completely turn around his family's luck and become a Charioteer. He chose a path completely different from his origins.
While you were enriching and expanding a company passed down from generation to generation, he was starting from an absolute scratch. Literally. Because at the time all his family had to offer were debts.
Although you admired his achievements and hard work, you probably would have preferred if he had remained as an ordinary, average Jing Yuan. Or at least if he hadn't been in charge of all citizensโ€ฆ That would have been much more simplerโ€ฆ
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Ceremony passed quickly. Too quickly. Whole concept was so abstract to you that you weren't even able to recall whole time spent on all activities. At first you didn't want to interfere in the course of your wedding. You thought that you would let Jing Yuan take the lead and carry it out in any way he wished. However now, you regretted that deeply.
Before you knew it, you got your blessings from all the important figures in Xianzhou Luofu and beyond. While your hands grabbed brushes and signed all needed paperwork.
In the end, inspired by a foreign tradition, you exchanged rings. You needed something that at first glance symbolized and proved your relationship.
However, your movements were completely automatic and not tainted by any feeling. Deep in your soul you laughed bitterly at this.
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-This is our shared bedroom - he announced, pointing at the room with a gentle nod.
You looked around in astonishment.
Huge, shadowed bedroom, without any natural light source. Only with candles alone. Candles that emitted a cozy warmth. In theory.
Major attention was focused on a large canopy bed placed in the center. Covered with thick layers of duvets in plum and burgundy colors. Whole place almost screamed with splendor. And was definitely different from a traditional bedroom in these regions. It was most likely a former guest room for high-ranked foreign heads, who felt uncomfortable in an unfamiliar environment.
And this suggested that Jing Yuan didn't want to sacrifice his private bedroom for your shared abode.
-Of course, only for now. Until public interest dies down. If something were to leak outside the gates of this building, we would probably prefer for it to not be an unfavourable gossip, right? -he asked almost cockily- I think that in a few monthsโ€ฆ Maybe a year or two. We will be able to split up and go our separate ways. I'll take one wing and you will take the other. We'll pretend that it's more convenient for our work. Althoughโ€ฆ I don't think we'll have to pretend.
You were stunned.
So this is how your marriage was supposed to look likeโ€ฆ
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-But isn't that better? I mean... you know, you don't even swing that way.
You had just finished venting about your worries over a bottle of soju, when your friend decided to bring you back to reality.
You looked at him dumbfounded. But still, you let him continue. Especially after he poured you another glass.
-Since he is not really interested and calls it just a deal, you can treat it like that too. Say that in the eyes of the public you will play a perfect, compatible marriage couple, and in your own four walls you will lead separate lives. You will find yourself some nice chick, flatter her a little bit and-
You growled in disappointment.
-First of all: fact that Jing Yuan is a man is actually the least of my problems. Secondly, I'm not a cheater. Even if for him it's just an arrangement, for me it's still a certified marriage signed by two fully aware people. Even if nothing happens between us I'm not planning to find anyone else.
Your friend just waved his hand at this and ordered another two bottles of drink from a passing by waitress.
-Do you want something more to eat? - he looked at you with expectation. You merely nodded. You didn't care about the food. You wanted to get back to looking for a solution to your problem as soon as possible - In that case I'll ask for another set of what we had before and maybe some more pork this time. Okay, cutie?
He gave a waitress a charming smile, and she, wholly covered in blush, curtsied and quickly ran off towards the kitchen. At the same time, you kept your focus on the slowly cooling grill that decorated the center of a table.
-Ahhh-โ€ฆ cause you always choose the path of this hopeless romantic. And where did that get you? -he pointed at you with disapproval- Look where you are now.
Your head collapsed on your hands, that were laying on the table. You started doubting the point of this meeting.
-Better tell me what to do to "get out of this place".
-I mean- you can wait, be patient. You can play the perfect and understanding partner, hoping that Jing Yuan will one day reciprocate your feelings. But that may take years, or worse, never even happen. And you-โ€ฆ just look at yourself. You are helpless. Lets be honest, you aren't patient. Or at least not anymore in that case. Especially after so many years of waiting. So we need to try a different approach.
-But what kind of?
-Wellโ€ฆ -man smiled menacingly- Time for a shock therapy.
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"If you are legalny his husband and if you want to be his husband just act as his husband. In the end he doesn't really care."
You weren't sure if this was the best advice you'd ever heard, but you still decided to get swept away.
Which led you to this very moment.
-I promise, I'm gonna be gentle.
Jing Yuan looked at you with suspicion.
-It's not like I'm gonna do anything bad to you - you said slightly devastated- We are partners, remember?
Jing Yuan only furrowed his eyebrows more. He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his weight from leg to leg. Behind his back you could almost see an imaginary lion's tail that dangerously wagged in rhythm of Jing Yuan's excessive stomping. It wasn't hard to see that your husband was now seriously considering all the pros and cons. When you waited like on tenterhooks, clenching your thumbs tightly.
-Alright.
He decided dryly and without a long delay sat down on the edge of your shared bed. Probably out of all ideas and demands that you could come up with, this one was not the worst and relatively harmless.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, you took a seat right behind his back in the blink of an eye.
With shaking hands you grabbed the ribbon that kept his hair tied. You pulled on it gently. Ribbon untied itself smoothly and slipped onto a duvet, without much resistance. Hair, that had been pinned up for whole this time, gracefully spilled on all sides. Thrilled with admiration, you began to gently caress them. In touch they resembled a most expensive silk. They were so delicate that they were just slipping through your hands. You dipped deeper into the snow-white ocean, feeling so pleasant that you wished for it to never stop.
-Do you ever plan to start? -he asked without much patience.
Startled, you almost jumped up. You completely lost yourself in the pleasure, forgetting what you were actually supposed to do.
You grabbed a comb and separated a small part of Jing Yuan's hair.
-How many braids will be fine?
-Do as you wish.
He waved his hand as if shooing away an annoying bug. Jing Yuan probably wasn't aware of your capabilities and had already put himself in a losing position for today. You cheered deeply at that. Since you didn't get a limit you won't restrict yourself either. You will prolong the moment as much as possible.
As you brushed his hair, you also gently massaged his head, which apparently must have appealed to him. Because after a few minutes he forgot to hold back and kept bringing his head closer towards your hand, whenever it moved just a little bit away.
Maybe your ears were playing tricks on you, but you could have swear that in every few minutes you heard a quiet cat's purr.
But you didn't even dare to bring up this subject.
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-Huรฌ Fฤ“n?
Jing Yuan's butler paused his hand on a doorknob and turned towards you surprised.
-May I have a question for you?
Trying to relax and focus your attention on something else you began to blindly sort through the papers that were lying on your desk.
-Of course, Sir. How can I help you?
He quickly straightened himself and clasped his hands behind his back.
-It's about Jing Yuan.
Butler's face instantly turned pale.
-I know you have been by his side for many years, you met while you were still in the armyโ€ฆ He can always count on your and he has a great trust in you. He has surely entrusted you with more than one secretโ€ฆ
-What do you want to imply by this, Sir? -eventually, he was unable to endure your words. Although his voice was still flawlessly calm.
-Does-โ€ฆ does Jing Yuan have someone? Or-โ€ฆ had someone?
Butler looked at you slightly stunned.
-I can swear that if it's true I won't do any harm to any of them. I just-โ€ฆ I just want to knowโ€ฆ
You threw your hands and slightly depressed, sank onto a wooden furniture. You knew that Huรฌ Fฤ“n was not on your side. That he could have told you anything. And lie without hesitation. Anything to avoid harming his rightful Master. And moreover, to help him as much as possible.
But slowly you were beginning to feel exhausted. Long weeks started to pass since your wedding.
Huรฌ Fฤ“n smiled at you with pity.
-If it's about that, I can certainly assure you that you don't need to worry, Sir. Master Jing Yuan has never opened his heart to anyone. And that's what may be your biggest problem, Sirโ€ฆ
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Your friend was right. After all, you weren't into men.
Sure, because of a contract made by your parents, you never got yourself into a relationship with anyone. But if you were to hang your eyes on someone in the past, before meeting Jing Yuan, it were always the females. You never imagined yourself with a man before, but you understood that it was bound to happen. And the fact that this someone was your spouse made this act seem neither so distant nor so unpleasant. Slowly, you even began to convince yourself to it. And you weren't doing it against your will. Jing Yuan was actually starting to attract you, despite his flaws, despite his cold attitude towards your relationship. Your feelings were above such a mere things as gender.
You turned from side to side. You really couldn't fall asleep. At first, Jing Yuan stayed up late studying papers and defense plans spread all over the bed. Which actually was your fault, since you insisted on him not doing this in his office but beside you. And after, when he finally decided to go to sleep, your started to overthink.
You almost wanted to growl out of frustration.
However, time to put the next stage of your plan into action has come.
Recent events didn't really bring Jing Yuan close to you, even when there were a lot of them, especially at shared meals.
But you won't give up so easily.
Somewhat timidly you began to move towards your partner. Slowly testing the waters. At first it seemed that you would succeed without any difficulties. At the end, however, things took a different turn.
-Despite so many layers of sheets, you are going to pretend that you got cold?
His clear voice pierced through the entire bedroom and echoed in a silent night. Yet Jing Yuan didn't even budge by millimeter. He also didn't turn to face you.
-So that's why there are so many of them? You wanted to separate yourself from me by them?
Jing Yuan didn't respond to that.
Seeing no objection, you gently lifted your left hand and put it on the sheets where his waist was. Successfully moving a couple inches closer and snuggling your chest into his back.
-You're really hoping that I'll get used to your presence and that's how you'll make me fall in love with you?
He worked you out. And at the same time he was so calm.
-So you give in to the possibility of falling in love with me?
Jing Yuan didn't say anything more. Nor did he push off your hand or move away.
That's not the end of the storyโ€ฆ
I will write a sequel someday, but for the time being I don't have a slightest idea when it will happen. So it may take a long time...
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kayewrite ยท 5 months ago
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Want so Bad
genre:; fluff and (..) word count: 3.9K
Minho x reader! Minho x fem. reader!!
wherein: Minho is everything you never wanted in life. But he wants youโ€ฆ.so bad.
(an: this is my favorite and i had fun writing while listening to Minho and Jisung's "Want so Bad" again and again and again. so i hope you enjoy reading it!! a comment, like, and reblog is very much appreciated)
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"Why are you here?"
You roll your eyes, barely glancing up at the person standing in front of you, your voice dripping with boredom.
"I'm here because I miss you," he replies, winking at you in that infuriating way that always makes you cringe.
Youโ€™re in your living room, buried in your textbooks, when this boy suddenly appears in front of you, as if someone summoned him from nowhere.
Minho.
Heโ€™s your brother Jisungโ€™s best friend in the entire worldโ€”or so they claim. Thereโ€™s a three-year gap between you and them. Theyโ€™re in their final year of college, while youโ€™re just a freshman.
You would give him a proper introduction, but the truth is, you can't stand him. Youโ€™ve hated him ever since you were 15. He and Jisung have always loved teasing you, making your life miserable whenever they could.
"Jisung! Your favorite family member is here!" you shout, unable to handle Minhoโ€™s relentless teasing any longer. Sure, youโ€™re in college now and supposed to be more mature (or so you tell yourself), but after years of dealing with them, youโ€™ve become accustomed to hating their antics.
"I wasnโ€™t even part of the familyโ€ฆ but I guess I will be after I marry one of the family members," Minho smirks, his voice dripping with mischief.
"Then go marry my brother," you retort, your expression as nonchalant as ever.
He laughs and casually snatches the book you were studying. Youโ€™re so used to his flirty teasing by now that it barely fazes you.
It all started back in high school when Jisung teased you relentlessly, convinced you had a crush on Minho. He found it on your pink diary and read it out loud, complete with the cheesy music that played whenever you opened it. (Well, you did have a crush on Minho back then, but it faded over time.)
Jisung teased you so much that you cried your eyes out, and then he told Minho all about it, sparking years of torment.
"Oh no, my sister might actually ace her exams now that sheโ€™s seen her only inspiration," Jisung chimes in as he walks down the stairs, pulling on a t-shirt. You roll your eyes at him too.
"I think I should come over more often. I might just make your sister the top student," Minho adds with a grin.
There goes your peaceful day.
But thankfully, they donโ€™t bother you too much, as they soon move to the kitchen to eat. You try to refocus on your studies, but chemistry is giving you a hard time, so you pop in your earbuds and pull up a tutorial on YouTube. Just as youโ€™re getting into it, a glass of orange juice and a muffin appear on your table (or rather, on top of your notebook).
"Eat, little devil. Food helps you focus more," Jisung says, placing the snacks down.
You mumble a quick thanks, thinking heโ€™ll leave, but instead, he plops down on the couch behind you. Youโ€™re sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, your books and notes spread out on the coffee table in front of you. Then, without a care in the world, Jisung props his legs up on the table, acting as if your things are invisible.
You were almost touched by your brotherโ€™s gestureโ€ฆ but never mind.
"Yah!" You glare at him, but he just shrugs and turns on the TV, putting on a movie. A minute later, Minho joins him.
"What are you studying, kid?" Minho asks, even though heโ€™s already glanced at your book.
"None of your business."
"Oh, is that a new subject? Iโ€™ve never heard of it before."
Argh.
"You should help her, Minho. I heard from her professor that she scored low on a quiz," Jisung says, his tone annoyingly casual.
How does he know that?
"Really?" Minho leans forward, peering at what youโ€™re writing. "Well, chemistry is indeed tough."
"Help her out. You always got high scores in that subject back in the day."
Youโ€™re listening to them while half-heartedly writing, your earbuds now turned down low. Youโ€™re trying to pretend theyโ€™re just ghosts, but hearing them talk about your struggles in chemistry makes you want to join the conversation.
"Sure, if you give me that game console," Minho quips.
"On second thought, I think my sister will manage just fine."
Arghhh.
You canโ€™t take it anymore. You gather up your things, smack your brotherโ€™s leg, and stomp upstairs.
Later, youโ€™re back in your study area, trying to focus again when thereโ€™s a knock on your door. It can only be one of them since the three of you are the only ones at home. Your parents are working, even on a Sunday.
"What?!" you yell, your irritation clear.
Youโ€™re about to open the door when it swings open on its own, revealing Minho.
"You shouldnโ€™t talk like that to your tutor," he says, flicking your forehead.
"Ow!"
Tutor? Jisung mustโ€™ve given him the console.
You donโ€™t bother complaining because, aside from being tiredโ€ฆ well, yeah, youโ€™re just too tired.
"You should listen well, okay? If you donโ€™t, we wonโ€™t get married," Minho teases, treating you like a child as always. You hate it, but youโ€™re too drained to argue.
"Okay." You roll your eyes for the ninth time and settle in to listen as he starts to explain.
The tutorial is full of bickering and Minhoโ€™s relentless teasing, but unexpectedly, you finally understand the material. Your questions are answered, and for the first time in a while, you feel a bit of relief.
"Thank you," you say as you bid him goodbye.
"Goodbye. Let me know when you get home. And say hi to your baby cats for me," your brother says, waving Minho off.
"How did your chemistry exam go?"
Youโ€™re happy with your results and you share them with Minho.
"I got an almost perfect score!"
"Really?" He messes up your hair. "Then you should thank me. You owe me."
"Iโ€™ll get Jisungโ€™s console for you," you joke
Minho is at your house again. He says they have a group study session, but Jisung isnโ€™t home yet. You both settled into the living room, the hum of the TV in the background as Minho lounged on the couch, his legs stretched out comfortably. You took a seat on the floor, leaning against the couch, your study materials spread out on the coffee table.
โ€œSo, what else do you need help with, little genius?โ€ Minho teased, nudging your shoulder with his foot.
You rolled your eyes playfully. โ€œI donโ€™t need your help again, Mr. Top Student. I can manage just fine on my own.โ€
Minho chuckled, the sound light and teasing. โ€œSure, you can. But remember, you owe me for that almost perfect score. I think I might start charging for my tutoring services.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t push your luck,โ€ you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.
Minho leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, his expression softening slightly. โ€œYou know, youโ€™re pretty impressive. Balancing all this studying and still managing to have a sense of humor.โ€
You felt a small flutter in your stomach at his words, a sensation that caught you off guard. You quickly masked it with a smirk. โ€œFlattery will get you nowhere, Minho.โ€
He grinned, leaning back against the couch. โ€œWho says Iโ€™m flattering you? Iโ€™m just stating facts.โ€
You opened your mouth to retort, but the words got caught in your throat when you met his gaze. There was something different in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. The usual playful glint was still there, but beneath it was a warmth that made you feelโ€ฆ special.
You quickly looked away, focusing on the notes in front of you, trying to shake off the unexpected feeling. โ€œAnyway, whereโ€™s this group of yours? I thought you were supposed to be studying.โ€
Minho shrugged, casually twirling a pen between his fingers. โ€œTheyโ€™re running late. I guess theyโ€™re not as eager to study as I am.โ€
โ€œRight, because youโ€™re so eager,โ€ you muttered, the sarcasm clear in your voice.
He chuckled again, the sound warm and familiar. โ€œMaybe I just wanted an excuse to hang out with you. Youโ€™re much more fun than Jisung.โ€
Your heart fluttered again, and you bit your lip, trying to keep your cool. โ€œYouโ€™re just saying that because I actually study, unlike my brother.โ€
โ€œTrue,โ€ he agreed, his tone light. โ€œBut also because youโ€™re interesting. I never know what youโ€™re going to say next.โ€
You were about to respond when you heard the front door open and Jisungโ€™s voice echo through the house. โ€œIโ€™m back! Did I miss anything?โ€
You quickly straightened up, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment that your brother had arrived. Minho, however, just smiled, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes as he leaned over and whispered in your ear, โ€œWeโ€™ll continue this later.โ€
Your breath hitched at the closeness, and for a moment, you couldnโ€™t think of a single thing to say. As Minho pulled back with a wink, you felt the butterflies in your stomach take flight.
Jisung entered the living room, oblivious to the tension that had suddenly filled the air. โ€œHey, what are you two up to?โ€
โ€œJust studying,โ€ Minho replied casually, as if nothing had happened, though the smirk on his face told a different story.
You nodded, trying to compose yourself. โ€œYeah, just studying.โ€
But as you glanced at Minho, who was now chatting with your brother like everything was normal, you couldnโ€™t help but wonder if things between you had just shifted in a way you hadnโ€™t expected. And as much as you tried to deny it, you couldnโ€™t ignore the fact that, for the first time, Minhoโ€™s teasing had made your heart race in a way you couldnโ€™t quite understand.
You were walking through the university courtyard, your thoughts scattered as you mentally planned your study schedule for the rest of the day. It had been a busy week, and you were looking forward to some peace and quiet when you suddenly spotted Minho across the way. He was chatting animatedly with a girl, her laughter ringing out as he carried a stack of books for her.
You instinctively slowed your pace, your eyes lingering on them for a moment longer than you intended. The girl was pretty, with a bright smile and an easygoing vibe that made her seem instantly likable. She playfully nudged Minho with her shoulder, and he grinned back at her, that familiar teasing spark in his eyes.
For a second, you considered changing your route, avoiding the interaction altogether. But then you stopped yourself. Why would you do that? Itโ€™s not like it mattered. It wasnโ€™t like you cared who Minho was talking to, or how close they seemed. Right?
So you took a deep breath and kept walking, your expression carefully neutral as you approached them. As you got closer, Minho caught sight of you, and his grin widened.
โ€œWell, well, well, look who it is,โ€ he called out, his voice full of mock surprise. โ€œYou just couldnโ€™t resist, could you? Saw my handsome face and had to come over.โ€
You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. โ€œOh please, I just happened to be walking by. Donโ€™t flatter yourself.โ€
The girl next to him laughed at your banter, and you noticed the way she lightly slapped his arm, a gesture that spoke of familiarity. It was clear they were close. Your eyes flickered to her, and you couldnโ€™t help but feel a tiny pang of somethingโ€”what was it? Jealousy? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you quickly pushed it down.
Minho noticed your glance and, as if reading your mind, raised an eyebrow. โ€œAh, sorry. Where are my manners? This is Seoyun, a friend from my class. Seoyun, this is my little genius here,โ€ he added with a teasing smirk.
You gave her a polite nod, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped at the word โ€œfriend.โ€ โ€œNice to meet you, Seoyun.โ€
โ€œNice to meet you too!โ€ she replied cheerfully. โ€œMinhoโ€™s told me a lot about you. He says youโ€™re quite the brainiac.โ€
You shot Minho a look, and he just grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. โ€œYeah, well, someoneโ€™s got to keep him in line,โ€ you said, your tone light but with a hint of sarcasm.
Seoyun laughed again, and you couldnโ€™t help but notice how comfortable they seemed together. It wasโ€ฆ unsettling in a way you couldnโ€™t quite pinpoint. But you werenโ€™t about to dwell on it.
โ€œWell, Iโ€™ve got to get going,โ€ you said, glancing at your watch. โ€œPlaces to be, things to study.โ€
โ€œAlways so busy,โ€ Minho said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. โ€œBut you know, all work and no playโ€ฆโ€
โ€œโ€ฆkeeps you out of trouble,โ€ you finished for him with a smirk. โ€œBut donโ€™t worry about me. Iโ€™ll manage.โ€
Seoyun smiled at you again, giving a little wave. โ€œIt was nice meeting you. Hopefully, weโ€™ll see each other around.โ€
โ€œYeah, maybe,โ€ you replied, waving back before turning to continue on your way.
As you walked away, you couldnโ€™t help but glance over your shoulder, just once, to see Minho and Seoyun laughing together as they continued their conversation. You tried to ignore the uneasy feeling that settled in your chest, brushing it off as nothing.
โ€˜She must be his girlfriend,โ€™ you thought to yourself, trying to sound nonchalant even in your own mind. And then you shrugged, forcing yourself to focus on your day ahead. โ€˜Why would I care?โ€™
But even as you walked away, you couldnโ€™t quite shake the image of them together, the way they seemed to fit so naturally. And for the first time, Minhoโ€™s teasing didnโ€™t just annoy youโ€”it made you feel something deeper, something you werenโ€™t ready to face just yet.
โ€œHey.โ€
You looked up at the voice calling your name. It was Jeongin, your classmate.
โ€œWe got paired for the presentation,๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ he reminded you. Oh! You remembered now, probably too occupied with other subjects to focus on this. โ€œIf you donโ€™t mind, can we start after class? That way weโ€™ll finish early and can focus on other things.โ€
โ€œSure,โ€ you agreed, appreciating his practical suggestion.
โ€œGreat. We should head to a coffee shop after this.โ€
After class, you walked together, discussing the presentation details. Jeongin had some good ideas, and you found yourself easily slipping into a productive conversation. The atmosphere between you two was relaxed, and soon you arrived at the coffee shop.
โ€œWhat do you want?โ€ Jeongin asked as you both approached the counter.
โ€œLatte, please,โ€ you replied, smiling. โ€œThanks.โ€
As Jeongin went to order, you scanned the room, your eyes landing on a familiar figure. Minho. He was with a group of friends, casually chatting. When he looked up, his gaze met yours. He smirked at you, and you were about to wave, but then he broke the eye contact and turned his attention back to the person next to him. You scanned the group quickly, noticing your brother wasnโ€™t there.
You tried to focus on your work, but you kept catching Minho glancing at you from the corner of your eye. For the first time, you wondered what he thought of seeing you with another guy. The idea made you smirk a little, enjoying the small twist of the situation. Minho, always so sure of himself, might just be a little thrown off by this.
Jeongin returned with your latte and his own drink, setting them down on the table.
โ€œReady to get started?โ€ he asked, pulling out his notes.
โ€œYeah, letโ€™s do this,โ€ you replied, pushing the thoughts of Minho to the back of your mindโ€”for now, at least.
You were studying in the living room, the soft murmur of a video tutorial explaining organic chemistry filling the space. You were too focused to notice Minho entering your house until his voice broke through your concentration.
โ€œHey, my favorite person,โ€ he greeted with a playful smile.
You glanced around, looking behind you and to the sides. โ€œMy brotherโ€™s not here,โ€ you stated, raising an eyebrow at him.
He laughed, shaking his head. โ€œOf course you are the one I meant. My favorite person.โ€
You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. โ€œIf Soonie, Doongie, and Dori were people, theyโ€™d be your favorites.โ€
โ€œOf course,โ€ he agreed, his tone light.
You returned to your studies, but Minho didnโ€™t leave. Instead, he plopped down on the couch, stretching out as if he had all the time in the world. You tried to ignore him, but it wasnโ€™t long before he broke the silence again.
โ€œSo, who was that guy you were with at the cafรฉ earlier?โ€ His tone was casual, but you could feel the underlying curiosity.
You hesitated, not sure how to respond. You didnโ€™t have to be honest, but something made you want to see how he would react. โ€œHeโ€™s a suitor,โ€ you said nonchalantly, not looking up from your notebook.
Minhoโ€™s expression shifted slightly, but he quickly masked it, leaning back with a smirk. โ€œA suitor, huh? I should tell your brother. Maybe heโ€™ll confiscate your phone so you can focus on studying.โ€
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a spark of irritation. โ€œIโ€™m not a kid, Minho. I can decide who I want to spend time with.โ€
He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. โ€œOh, really? Youโ€™re still just a freshman. You should focus on your studies instead of getting distracted by things like relationships.โ€
Your irritation grew. โ€œWhat about you? Youโ€™re in a relationship with that girl you were walking with, but I canโ€™t be in one?โ€
Minhoโ€™s eyes widened slightly in surprise before he quickly composed himself. He knew you were jealous, and he had to hide the smile threatening to break through. โ€œSo, you were jealous?โ€ he teased, leaning forward.
You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, and you stood up abruptly, gathering your things. โ€œIโ€™m not jealous,โ€ you snapped, turning on your heel to head back to your room.
As you walked away, Minho couldnโ€™t help but smile. He knew you were, even if you wouldnโ€™t admit it, and that only made him like you more.
Life continues as usual, with your brother Jisung and Minho still finding every opportunity to tease you. Tomorrow is their graduation day, and as you walk into your brother's room to borrow a math book, you decide to ask him a question that's been on your mind.
"Jisung, whatโ€™s your plan after graduation?"
Youโ€™re genuinely curious, even if youโ€™d never admit it to his face. Despite all the sibling rivalry, youโ€™re proud of him for making it this far.
"Probably end up unemployed," he replies with a shrug.
You give him a deadpan look. What answer did you expect, anyway?
"Obviously, Iโ€™ll take the board exam first, then start job hunting," he says while folding his clothes. Then he glances at you, squinting. "Youโ€™re not asking because youโ€™re curious about Minho, are you?"
Yeahโ€ฆno!
You quickly throw a pillow at him, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Do you really think my world revolves around him?" Jisung catches the pillow and smirks, clearly not convinced.
"Even if you don't ask about Minho, I'll tell you anyway. Remember when I told you to spend more time with him? You shouldโ€™ve listened, because after graduation, heโ€™s going abroad. Thereโ€™s a job offer waiting for him."
Ohโ€ฆ
You manage a nonchalant nod, but as you leave his room, the news weighs heavily on your mind.
That night, as you lie in bed, you canโ€™t help but replay Jisungโ€™s words over and over. Minho is leaving. The thought sends a strange ache through your chest. You try to tell yourself that itโ€™s not a big deal, that his absence wonโ€™t matterโ€”but deep down, you know it will.
Graduation day arrives in a whirlwind of excitement. Your parents are there, beaming with pride, and you stand among the crowd, clutching a bouquet of flowers. You watch as your brother and his friends, including Minho, happily pose for group pictures, congratulating each other and hugging in celebration of finally finishing their studies. The joy is infectious, but there's a tinge of sadness in your heart.
Minho is leaving.
The thought lingers, even as you force yourself to focus on the present moment.
"Hey, little devil, take a picture of us," your brother calls out to you. You roll your eyes at the nickname but comply, grabbing the Polaroid camera hanging around your neck. It is his day, after all.
You snap the picture, capturing their bright smiles and laughter. The moment is perfect, but it tugs at your heartstrings.
Minho is leaving.
No matter how much youโ€™ve pretended to hate him, the truth is, youโ€™re going to miss him more than youโ€™d like to admit.
"Are these my flowers?" your brother asks, reaching for the bouquet in your hands. You quickly hide it behind your back.
"Theyโ€™re not yours! Mom has your flowers," you retort, giving him a playful glare.
He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief, probably know what you are planning. "Okay, okay, I get it."
Just then, Minho approaches you, his usual teasing grin in place. "Can you take a picture of me? So youโ€™ll have a souvenir picture of me," he said with a wink.
Pushing aside the urge to roll your eyes. Today, youโ€™re happy for him, even if itโ€™s bittersweet.
"Ha ha ha, Iโ€™m honored," you reply with mock sarcasm, but you canโ€™t help laughing with him. You snap the picture, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest.
"We should take a picture together too," he says suddenly, taking the camera from your hands. He hands it to one of his classmates and stands beside you, draping an arm over your shoulder. You try to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks, secretly pleased to have a picture with him. Youโ€™re going to miss him.
After the picture is taken, you slowly extend the bouquet toward him. "These are for you. Congratulations."
Minhoโ€™s eyes light up with surprise and genuine happiness as he takes the flowers. "Itโ€™s my first time receiving flowers. Iโ€™m blushing," he says with a laugh. Then, with a mischievous grin, he adds, "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend? Wait, I need to think about it."
He presses a finger to his temple, pretending to be deep in thought.
You slap his arm lightly, laughing. "Itโ€™s a farewell gift, you idiot."
"Wait, you should give me more time to think," he says, closing his eyes dramatically. After a few seconds, he opens them with a playful glint. "Yes. I will be your boyfriend."
You freeze, caught off guard. What?
"So from now on, youโ€™re my girlfriend," he declares, and before you can react, he leans in and plants a quick kiss on your lips.
Your mind spins as his words sink in. "I promised myself Iโ€™d wait until you graduate, but I canโ€™t help itโ€”especially since Iโ€™m going far away, someone might take you from me." he says softly and laughs, messing with your hair. "So wait for me, okay? I promise Iโ€™ll come back to you."
It takes a moment, but you finally manage a small nod, a smile tugging at your lips.
Minho smiles back, his eyes filled with warmth.
You realize then,
more than ever,
that you want him
just as much as he wants you.
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please write for tmr!thomas i beg of you
tmr!thomas x reader | established relationship, fluff and hurt/comfort, 1k words (set in the scorch trials!)
you, thomas and your friends find sanctuary from the scorch with the right arm. unfortunately, they donโ€™t provide any sanctuary from nightmares.
โ€œAre you awake?โ€
Thomas feels you shift under his arm. Youโ€™re curled into his side, arm slung over his chest and thigh pressed to his. He hums.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m awake,โ€ he murmurs back. โ€œWhatโ€™s up?โ€
He feels your hand glide across his stomach and your fingers curl around his hip. It makes him shiver.
โ€œNothing,โ€ you hum. โ€œJust thinking.โ€
Thomas huffs. Typical you, keeping yourself awake for no good reason. โ€œStop thinking and go to sleep then, sweetheart. You need rest.โ€
You muffle a giggle in his shirt. It warms his chest all the way through. โ€œYouโ€™re mean.โ€
โ€œAnd youโ€™re keeping me up,โ€ Thomas says back, only half serious. โ€œGo to sleep.โ€
Eventually you do as he says. These days Thomas always always has waits for you to fall asleep first before letting himself drift off. It makes him feel better about himself. He does everything in his power to make sure youโ€™re safe and healthy and happy, but itโ€™s hard when youโ€™re on your own in a sick world, running from a government organisation that wants you for your blood.
The Scorch has been unforgiving, but youโ€™ve braved through like you always do, never once complaining, always making sure the rest of the group are okay. Thomas thinks someone as lovely as you doesnโ€™t deserve to live in a world like this. Itโ€™s half the reason heโ€™s as determined as he is the find somewhere safe.
Well, youโ€™ve found sanctuary for now, at least, with the Right Arm. You and Thomas are sharing a tent with the rest of the group โ€” Minho, Newt, Frypan โ€” none of whom seem to be willing to seperate from each other, despite the spare tents the Right Arm offers. It speaks volumes about where the real safety net is.
Eventually Thomas falls asleep too. Heโ€™s not sure how long he sleeps until heโ€™s woken by you. You donโ€™t mean to wake him, he thinks, but heโ€™s a bad sleeper at the best of times, and heโ€™s got a sixth sense for this kind of thing, anyway.
He blinks his eyes open sluggishly. Itโ€™s dark, but the campfire still flickers outside the tent, so he can just make out your figure. Youโ€™re sitting up straight, stiff as a board. Panic slices through his heart like a cold knife.
โ€œY/N?โ€ He murmurs. He finds your thigh under the sleeping bag youโ€™re sharing and braces his hand on it to help him sit up. โ€œBaby, are you okay?โ€
Thomasโ€™ eyes slowly adjust to the light until he realises, with a pang in his chest, that youโ€™re crying. Thankfully, you donโ€™t seem to be in any immediate danger. Everyone else is still fast asleep, and everythingโ€™s quiet outside the tent. Still, he doesnโ€™t like the way your shoulders are shaking.
โ€œSorry,โ€ you gasp. Youโ€™re holding your face in two clammy hands, fingers cruel where you scrub at your tears. โ€œDidnโ€™t mean to wake you. I justโ€”โ€œ
โ€œBad dream?โ€ Thomas asks gently. He can guess well enough. Heโ€™s had his fair share, and while heโ€™s not an expert on the human mind or anything, he can see that youโ€™re pretty shaken up.
You nod. Tears splash down your front. โ€œYeah,โ€ you mumble. โ€œSorry.โ€
Thomas frowns at you as he brings his hand to your shoulder.
โ€œStop apologising,โ€ he says, squeezing you gently. His drags his thumb across your collarbone, soothing. He doesnt want to think about what youโ€™dโ€™ve done if he hadnโ€™t woken up. Would you have suffered all by yourself? The thought alone feels like a bullet to his heart. โ€œItโ€™s okay, babe, really. Can I give you a hug?โ€
You nod viciously. Thomas makes a pitying sound from deep in his chest and wraps you up in a hug, sliding his hand to the nape of your neck to encourage your head over his shoulder. Youโ€™re shaking like a leaf, your cheek damp and warm where it presses to his neck.
โ€œYouโ€™re okay,โ€ he murmurs to you. Itโ€™s all he can say, really. He canโ€™t tell you it wasnโ€™t real, because the chances that you had dreamed about something very real, and equally horrifying, are high. He strokes your hair, feeling a little useless but a lot sorry. โ€œIโ€™ve got you.โ€
Somebody stirs across the tent. Thomas watches over your shoulder as that somebody sits up.
โ€œThomas?โ€ Itโ€™s Newt. His voice is raspy with sleep but he sounds concerned. โ€œIs everything okay?โ€
Thomas feels something akin to a rush of gratitude for his empathetic friend. If anything was ever to happen to Thomas, he at least knows for certain Newt would take care of you.
โ€œYeah, Newt,โ€ he says. โ€œEverythingโ€™s fine. Weโ€™re good. Just a nightmare, Iโ€™ve got it.โ€
Newt hums and his lanky figure drops back to the tent floor. Meanwhile youโ€™re sniffling over Thomasโ€™ shoulder, your hands screwed into the back of his shirt.
Thomas canโ€™t be sure if Newtโ€™s still awake, but he doesnโ€™t really care if his friend hears him or not. Heโ€™s past being embarrassed about how much he cares for you. Thomas draws back and takes your face in his hands.
โ€œDo you want to talk about it?โ€ He asks you.
โ€œNot really,โ€ you whisper back. Your anguished tone breaks Thomasโ€™ heart clean in two.
โ€œOkay. Thatโ€™s alright,โ€ Thomas tells you, as kind as he can when heโ€™s up to his ears with worry. He swipes his thumbs over your cheeks, rubbing away your hot tears. He gives you a reassuring smile. โ€œDo you want some water?โ€
You nod. Thomas reaches behind him to pull his metal flask from a meagre pile of supplies. He unscrews the lid and encourages the bottle into your hands.
โ€œHere, babe,โ€ he says softly. โ€œItโ€™ll help.โ€
He steadies your shaking hands with his own and helps you have a few gulps of water. When he returns the bottle to itโ€™s place youโ€™ve calmed significantly. Your cheeks are still damp and sticky but your tears have ebbed, at least.
Thomas smiles at you. Heโ€™s sure he looks sick with concern but he tries not to let it show, thumbing your cheek with as much tenderness as he can manage. โ€œLetโ€™s lie down, yeah? Cโ€™mon, sweetheart.โ€
He tugs you down with him. You slump onto his chest and push your hand under his shirt. Youโ€™re really warm, but it gives him goosebumps anyway.
โ€œYouโ€™re safe with me,โ€ he promises. Itโ€™s a promise he doesnโ€™t plan on breaking, ever. He rubs your back. Big, rough sweeps that have you going lax in his arms almost instantaneously. โ€œIโ€™ve got you, sweetheart. I promise.โ€
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Saviour | Minho x Reader
Summary: the gladers pull a prank on you, stealing your clothes while youโ€™re showering, leaving you stranded there with nothing at all. Minho accidentally walks in on you, and you ask him for a favour.
Warnings: mild bullying/teasing
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The hot water felt like a rare luxury, washing away the grime and exhaustion from your time in the glade. Being the newest member, or greenie, as they called you, meant that every day was a new challenge, full of unfamiliar faces and daunting tasks.
The shower was the only place where you could find a moment of peace, especially since you were the only girl.
You had just finished lathering up and rinsing off when you heard faint giggles and whispers outside. You dismissed it, assuming it was just some of the boys messing around.
But as you turned off the water and reached for your clothes from the shared clothing rack outside, panic set in. The rack was empty. Your clothes were gone.
All that was left was a tiny towel which you brought with you inside the shower. And it was barely enough to cover you.
Given that it was only boys in the glade before you arrived, there wasnโ€™t a need for shower hooks or racks inside the shower, as most of them wandered around freely without a single care, grabbing their clothes from the shared rack outside the shower station and proceeding with their day as usual.
Your heart ached as you clutched the towel around yourself. There was no way you could step out like this. You were stuck, anxious and scared, not knowing what to do.
Minutes ticked by, and your mind was a whirl of panic and embarrassment. You were so caught up in fear that you didnโ€™t hear the door open.
Minho opened the door, a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his well-carved and defined abs. You knew that being a runner meant that he was fit, but wow, he was truly fit.
โ€œAh-Iโ€™m in hereโ€”โ€ you shouted, voice trembling. Moving to the corner of the shower to distance yourself from Minho.
Minho froze, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment as he saw you without any apparel except for the tiny towel, โ€œOh, uh, sorry! I didnโ€™t think anyone was in here.โ€ He turned around, closing the door.
โ€œWaitโ€”please, donโ€™t go!โ€ You pleaded, desperately.
Though this was your first time properly interacting with Minho, you felt that he was someone you could trust.
You saw Minho come to a halt outside from the opening beneath the shower door, his feet facing towards the door now, โ€œYou need something?โ€ His voice curious, a hint of concern.
โ€œSomeone stole my clothes, and I canโ€™t leave like thisโ€”please, I feel so humiliatedโ€ฆโ€ you felt a lump in your throat, eyes welling up from this situation, honestly, it was a combination of emotions making you feel on the verge of tears. The feeling of being in this new unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people was petrifying.
Realisation dawned on Minho, and he frowned. On his way back from the maze, he recalled a group of gladers running around and sniggering, carrying clothes that seemed a bit too small for them. โ€œStay right here. Iโ€™ll handle this.โ€
He left the shower station and you sank to the floor. Clutching the tiny towel around you.
Moments later, you heard Minhoโ€™s voice, angry and authoritative, echoing through the compound.
โ€œHey! Get back here, you shanks!โ€
Through the small hole in the shower, you saw Minho, dripping wet, chasing after a group of gladers. His towel was barely holding on, his muscular build flexing as his ran. Despite your predicament, you couldnโ€™t help but admire him.
โ€œIf you ever pull something like that again, Iโ€™ll have Alby put you guys in the pit! And if youโ€™re still not careful, banished.โ€ He was stern, no glimmer of kindness.
Though he wasnโ€™t first or second in command, the gladers held Minho highly. His position as keeper of the runners was much respected, especially since it would be him, of all people, finding the way out for you. It was no easy job, even you knew he was someone important when Newt explained who Minho was before you even saw him.
A few minutes later, Minho knocked on the door, โ€œStill here greenie?โ€
You slowly opened the door, reaching your hand out to grab your clothes from him. His face was flushed, a mix of anger and exertion, โ€œHere,โ€ he said, as he handed them to you. โ€œIโ€™m sorry about those shuckheads. It wonโ€™t happen again.โ€
โ€œThank you,โ€ you whispered, โ€œI really appreciate it.โ€
He nodded, his expression softening. โ€œIโ€™ll wait outside to make sure no one bothers you.โ€
You quickly dressed, feeling a mix of gratitude and something else you couldnโ€™t quite identify.
When you stepped out, Minho was leaning against the wall, his eyes scanning the area protectively.
โ€œThank you Minho,โ€ you said again, feeling the need to express my gratitude. The awkwardness from earlier became a foreign feeling, for some reason, it was comforting to be in his presence despite him seeing you cloth-less just now.
โ€œItโ€™s no problem,โ€ he replied gently, โ€œWe look out for each other here. Iโ€™ll make sure no one messes with you again.โ€
You shared a moment of silence. A sweet but short gaze into those warm brown eyes of his, before he cleared his throat.
โ€œWell uh, I better clean up before the builders hog the stalls, but catch you at dinner?โ€ Minho smiled.
โ€œOh yeah rightโ€”yeah, see you at dinner!โ€ You jogged off.
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Dinner time arrived in a matter of moments. It was a chaotic affair with everyone crowding into the dining hall, laughing and talking loudly.
You scanned the room and spotted Minho, who waved over to with him and the other runners. Relief warned over you as you made your way through the crowd to his side.
For the first time you had someone to sit with, it felt nice to have a friend.
We barely settled into our seats when a group of boys approached our table, the same ones who had pulled the prank earlier.
โ€œNeed your boyfriend to get your clothes for you again?โ€ One of them sneered. โ€œWant him to serve you dinner too?โ€
Heat rushed to my cheeks as they laughed, their teasing hitting a sore spot. Being the only girl in the glade was hard enough without their torment.
Minhoโ€™s expression darkened, and he stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor which darted most of the attention towards him, โ€œYou better shut up before I make you,โ€ he gritted his teeth.
He had no idea where this sudden protective instinct was coming from, especially since you barely know each other, but he felt the overwhelming urge to protect you.
The laughter stopped abruptly as the boys realised that Minho was serious. Tension crackled in the air and for a moment, it seemed like a fight was inevitable.
They stood face to face, Minhoโ€™s fist tightening as he clenched his jaw.
Just then, Alby and Newt appeared, quickly moving to pull Minho back. โ€œCalm down, Minho.โ€ Alby said firmly, placing a hand on his chest.
โ€œYeah theyโ€™re not worth it,โ€ you added, stepping forward to calm him. You placed a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch.
Minho looked down at you, his anger slowly dissipating. He let out a frustrated sigh and allowed himself to be guided back to his seat. The boys, seeing they were outnumbered, backed off, muttering under their breaths.
โ€œAre you okay?โ€ You asked softly once you were seated again.
โ€œYeah, I just hate seeing them treat you like that. If they werenโ€™t so lucky, theyโ€™d be banished by now.โ€ Minho replied, his eyes smouldering with residual anger. โ€œI just donโ€™t want anyone hurting you.โ€
You held your breath, before placing your hand on his, both of you jolting slightly at the contact of your hands, it was an all too familiar touch. You smiled softly at him.
His protectiveness touched you deeply. Despite the touch exterior, there was a kindness in him that made you feel safe.
โ€œCan I stay with you for the rest of the evening?โ€ You asked hesitantly, โ€œI justโ€ฆI donโ€™t want to be alone right now.โ€
Minho nodded, a small but assuring smile, โ€œOf course.โ€
The rest of the evening, you grabbed dinner and found a quiet spot away from the others. You talked, shared stories, and slowly, a bond began to form between you.
Minhoโ€™s presence was a comfort, and the more time you spent with him, the more you realised how much you liked him. Could this friendship turn into something more? You wondered.
As the night wore on, and the glade fell silent, Minho walked you back to your hammock. โ€œThank you for today,โ€ you looked up at him with an appreciative smile, you truly did not know what you would have done without him.
โ€œAnytime greenie,โ€ he replied, a warm smile playing on his lips, โ€œIโ€™ll always be here for you.โ€
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๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘”๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
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PAIRING: minho x fem!reader WARNINGS: f2l, a little bit of angst GENRE: fluff / angst SONG INSPIRATION: bad habit by steve lacy WORD COUNT: 970 REQUESTED: yes
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it was strange, strange how time had gone by so quickly. how it had now been two nearly three years since safe haven was formed.ย 
at first minho was closed off, unsure of what your intentions were with the groupโ€ฆwith him, but it took no time at all for him to warm up to you. he soon realised that you were one of the main sources of him feeling so safe and comforted, from that moment on he knew that home wasnโ€™t just a place, but it could also be a person.
you were close friends, well for the most part you were, but there was always some sort of pull you felt whenever you were around each other. the not so subtle touches, longing glances, the playful flirting didnโ€™t exactly help.
as much as you loved your time together, you were struggling to conceal your feelings, the more time you spent with him you were worried it was going to come out like word vomit. so you distanced yourself. you had to!ย 
the changes that were made werenโ€™t immediate, there was no difference in how often youโ€™d hang out with newt. besides minho he was what you considered your best friend in safe haven.
you still did your chores with him, but tried to limit the talk to as little as possible. feeling your heart ache each time he frowned at your lack of communication.
it was worst for you at night, when all you had was the sound of light snoring and your loud thoughts, wondering if this was really worth it? what would happen if you did just tell him?ย 
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the next day, you were weaving pine baskets with newt and thomas, smiling down at your lap as you listened to their banter, it was nice to be able to hear them laugh so freely as your fingers skillfully repeated the pattern.
looking back up and around at your surroundings, your eyes fell on minho the muscles in his arms bulged as he carried two full nets of fish to the kitchen, he was completely unaware of your gawking, the two beside you not so much. โ€œyouโ€™re going to be able to catch flies at this rate,โ€ the voice from beside you chuckled.
turning back to them, โ€œshut up.โ€ you mumble under your breath. โ€œi'm your best friend so you know when i say this i mean it out of love. once you get your head out of your ass you'll realise that he likes you just as much as you like him.โ€
you shrug at that, โ€œbut what if he doesn't? then i make a complete idiot of myself and lose him in the process!โ€ย 
thomas speaks up from beside him, โ€œwith all of this bullshit going on in the world, thereโ€™s a lot to lose. so donโ€™t waste the time that you do have worrying and take a leap of faith.โ€
it was annoying when he was right. of course he was.
that simple sentence had your brain in shambles for the rest of the day, trying to think of the right way to tell him, when you should, how you should.
the day was now done, everyone was either sitting around the fireplace or getting ready for bed, exhausted from the day's work. but not you, no. you were sitting on the sand of the beach staring at the waves.
there was nothing more peaceful than listening to the sound of the water and feeling the cool breeze blow over you, so wrapped up in your own mind you didn't hear the footsteps walking up behind you.
โ€œhi,โ€ you hear spoken softly from your right, opening your eyes to be met with minho.
โ€œhi.โ€ a smile danced over your lips as you turned back to watch the waves overlap one another. a comfortable silence falling over the two of you. until he speaks again. โ€œi've missed this,โ€
โ€œi've missed you.โ€
taking in a deep breath before hesitantly resting your head against his shoulder, feeling him tense up then completely melt into your touch. โ€œi've missed you more.โ€
โ€œnope, not possible.โ€ he whispers, โ€œminhoโ€ฆi canโ€™t pretend anymore.โ€
โ€œwhat are you talking about?โ€ he asks, you pull away just enough to be face to face with him, โ€œiโ€™m..iโ€™m in love with you.โ€ you timidly confess.
โ€œall this time i think i was bound to fall in love with you. it was only a matter of when and where.โ€ you looked away embarrassed that you had finally told him how you felt and for him to just sit there looking at you was all too much.
too scared to look back at him you get up to leave, โ€œi'm sorry if this isnโ€™t what you wanted to hear, but itโ€™s how i feel and i wouldnโ€™t be able to live with myself, if i didnโ€™t tell you so i'm gonna goโ€“โ€ you were cut off by being pulled back down into his lap.
โ€œya know if you gave me more than five seconds to reply maybe, just maybe youโ€™ll find out that iโ€™m deeply in love with you too and have ever since we first got to safe haven.โ€
โ€œoh!โ€ you giggle as you look up at him, โ€œwell if i like you and you like me what does that mmph!โ€ capturing his lips with your own with so much force making him fall backwards onto the sand, making you both burst out laughing.
โ€œletโ€™s try that again.โ€ you whisper before brushing your lips against his, his hands trailing up from your thighs to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, making you sigh into the kiss.
โ€œso this means that you like like me then?โ€ you joke as you kiss down his neck.
he leans into your touch, โ€œi guess you could say that.โ€
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๐’Ž๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’•
๐’‚/๐’: ๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’š๐’”, ๐’˜๐’“๐’๐’•๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐‘ฎ๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’„๐’† ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’'๐’• ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’†. ๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’‰๐’๐’๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’Š๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’…๐’“๐’‚๐’‡๐’•๐’” ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’‚ ๐’๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’†. ๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’• ๐‘ฐ ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚ ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’๐’Ž๐’‚๐’” ๐’”๐’Ž๐’–๐’• ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’”๐’๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’•. ๐‘น๐’†๐’Ž๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’†๐’“ ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’’๐’–๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’” ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’š. ๐‘ฌ๐’๐’‹๐’๐’š ๐’๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‚๐’๐’ <๐Ÿ‘
๐’”๐’–๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’‚๐’“๐’š: ๐‘ฎ๐’‚๐’๐’๐’š ๐’…๐’๐’†๐’”๐’'๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’๐’‚๐’…๐’† ๐’”๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž ๐’•๐’ ๐’…๐’Š๐’†. ๐‘จ๐’‡๐’•๐’†๐’“ ๐’‚ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ ๐’‰๐’†'๐’” ๐’…๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’–๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’”๐’†๐’† ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’. ๐‘พ๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’—๐’† ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’–๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰ ๐’๐’“ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’‚๐’•๐’† ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž ๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“?
๐’˜๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’”/๐’„๐’๐’๐’•๐’†๐’๐’•: ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’”๐’•, ๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’‡๐’‡, ๐’‰๐’–๐’ˆ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’”๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“, ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’… ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’๐’Ž๐’‚๐’”, ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’๐’…, ๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’…๐’†๐’‚๐’•๐’‰, ๐’ˆ๐’–๐’๐’”, ๐’ƒ๐’๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’”. ๐‘บ๐’˜๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’Œ ๐‘ฐ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ
๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’•: ๐Ÿ.๐Ÿ–๐‘ฒ
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The world felt as if it were spinning- no coming to a complete stop. Time felt as if it wasn't a thing. You stood there like a complete idiot with a knife to your throat as you looked at the man you had come to love other the past three years. Millions of thoughts were coming to your head as everyone around you was yelling, you couldn't hear a word anyone was saying all you could hear were the thoughts running trough your head.
Did he even love you? If he did, wouldn't he give anything to be with you, give anything to have a normal life with you outside of this damn Glade. You knew the reasons for this, he was scared, so scared that everything else was blurred and blocked out. His feelings for you didn't feel as strong when the fear was much stronger. And at this moment you wanted to hate him, you wanted to yell and scream at him to just listen to everyone. Listen to you. But he wouldn't and everyone including yourself knew this.
Your eyes were filled with tears, your heart was going so fast you thought it would rip out of your chest completely and you felt as if the world was ending. You didn't think you'd ever feel so bad in your life, the feeling was far worse than fear, it was far worse than the many panic attacks you've had over the years, it was much worse than millions of stabs, you'd even prefer the stabs, you'd prefer the panic attacks. For anything was better than this.
The moment his eyes connected with yours you knew you would never see him again, you knew he was gone, he was already a dead man. And even the thought of leaving him behind made you want to throw up. The thought of begging him to come with you came across your mind many times but you knew better than to beg a dead man to leave his graveyard.
His hard eyes softened when he saw the pain in your eyes, he knew you wanted to go with them, he knew you wanted him to go with you, he knew it all. But he couldn't see past that damn fear.
"Let her go," His voice came out soft, softer than anything you've ever heard coming from his lips. Your eyes didn't leave his, not even when you felt the knife slowly drop from your throat. And before you could stop yourself you ran up to Gally, your shaking hands grabbing his neck and pulling his face down to meet yours.
His lips collided with yours and he didn't stop you, instead he dropped his knife and pulled you in closer, kissing you back with so much passion you thought that maybe this would change his mind, you thought for sure he loved you. But this kiss was a goodbye and you both knew this.
You gripped his hair tighter, going onto your toes to get more acses to him making his grip on your waist tight, so tight it hurt, but you didn't care. The hurt was nothing compared to what you felt in your heart. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms for the rest of your life, and if you would've known that the last time you'd ever see him smile or laugh was that night you wouldn't have ever looked away.
You pulled away from him, your head leaning on his as he gazed into your eyes. Neither of you said anything, for you both already knew what the other wanted to say. You knew you'd never find another like Gally, and you never wanted to ever try to find someone to replace him. He was the one for you, and now. Now you had to leave him here to die. You were in a nightmare and you were just waiting until the morning came so that you could run back into his arms and everything would be fine again. But that was just a dream at this point. A dream you'd never be able to reach.
You felt cold the second you stepped away from his warm embrace. It took everything in you to keep on moving forward, you didn't even dare to look back. You felt a warm hard on your back right as you rejoined the group of teenagers leaving the Glade.
"It'll be okay," Newt whispered as he wiped your wet face.
The rest of it all came in a blur, you barely remember anything from running in the maze to running from Grievers. And soon you were in a room with dead bodies scattered all over, most due to gun shots. You remembered a video and then your world crashed and crumbed right in front of your eyes.
You remember screams and cries, all coming from you. You remember being pulled away from the only dead body you never wanted to see dead, you remember feeling numb. You remember his face, his eyes. They looked as cold and empty as you felt.
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As the months went on you wished you had never left the Glade in the first place, for the world was nothing any of you expected, it was dark, and dead. Everywhere you looked you saw more and more death, you saw how survival was all anyone ever thought about anymore, your small group seemed to be the only ones who cared about friendship and loyalty.
You were surprised you lasted as long as you did without dying, or without getting the flare but in all honesty it was due to your group, you all saved each other over and over, never leaving anyone behind. So when Minho got captured each and everyone of you wanted to go back fro him, and thats exactly what you did.
You got shoved to the side by Newt as a truck passes by, yours eyes follow it when you see there were about five men sat on top all wearing masks. You start to feel a little uneasy when one of the men doesn't look away from you, his head moving to the side as the truck moves further along the road.
You snap your head back to Newt when he starts walking forward, your eyes roam around, seeing so many people in one spot was rare nowadays and you knew this wouldn't end well, WIKD would never allow it get like this and soon they would put a stop to it.
You saw how Thomas walked ahead of all of you, ignoring Jorge when he tried to stop him, you knew this wasn't the best way to get Minho back but none of you had a better plan so you kept on walking, ignoring the strange feeling in your chest that told you something bad was going to happen.
You looked behind you only to see that same man who you saw on the truck, his eyes were covered by the mask so you didn't know weather or not he was even looking at you, but either or it didn't feel right. Something about him made you feel uneasy, maybe it was his height, he towered over everyone it seemed like, and he had a really good build. He was intimating, and the mask made it worse.
Newt seemed to see this too, he pointed another one out to you, and this made the both of you move faster towards the rest of your group. And before you even realized you were all running again with bombs crashing into the ground all around you.
As you were running you saw someone behind you, you didn't think much of it for everyone was trying to get out before being killed but than you felt strong arms warp around your waist and before you could get out of their grasp they pulled you up.
You screamed and tried hitting the man but he was far too strong. Your wide and worried eyes searched for your friends but you didn't see them anywhere, making fear creep into your body. You turned your head to see it was the same masked man you saw on the truck, his eyes were looking stright ahead and before you knew it you were shoved into a van, hitting the floor with a grunt.
You quickly moved to the back wall when the man got in with you. You looked at them with fear laced in your eyes, there were about three men all in masks and just staring at you. Your breath was coming in and out fast, you looked around trying to see if there was a way out but you knew if you tried they would probably shot you dead.
You jumped when the door slid open but relaxed a little when they threw Thomas in. He was yelling at the man but his yells came to deaf ears when the man shut the door in his face, he turned around, his eyes finding your causing him to relax a little.
You both jerked when the Van started moving, and you tried your best to not freak out. What if they were with Wicked? All kinds of horrible thoughts came to mind but they all vanished when the Van stoped.
Thomas tried to fight off the men when they grabbed him and pulled him out. But due to his fighting they just threw him to the ground. You on the other hand, got out of the van by yourself, your eyes glaring daggers at the man who reached to get you out. But by the look you gave him, he backed away from you.
You ripped your gaze off his, the further you walked the more men you saw, all wearing masks, all carrying weapons, all looking like they could kill you without a single thought, or a single care. Thankfully you saw everyone you came here with, but they were all standing in front of the men, this could very well be your end. And Minho would rot in wicked for who knows how long.
Your heart picked up in pace when a man started talking, his voice was deep but it sounded way too familiar. He was the same man you've been seeing since you got in the city, there was something different about him, but you didn't know what exactly it was.
You could feel Thomas getting impatient the more the man spoke. You cursed to yourself when he finally had enough, pushing the man who was behind him and stepping forward. "What do you mean same side! Who the hell are you?"
Everyone went dead silent, and you could feel yourself holding your breath, waiting for the man to give some kind of reaction, a reaction none of you wanted. But he was quiet for far too long. You furrowed your brows when he turned his head, grabbing his mask with his free hand and pulling it over his head. He looked at the ground for maybe 5 second before turning his head to you all.
Your heart dropped to the ground, the air around you felt thick, and you could feel yourself having trouble breathing. Tears came to your eyes in an instant and every sound around you turned off, all you could hear was a faint buzzing and your pounding heart in your chest.
His eyes connected with yours so fast you thought you had gotten whiplash, you could feel everyones eyes on you, not just Gally's and it was making you feel suffocated. You didn't know what to do, or what to feel. You wanted to cry, yell and scream all at the same time, you wanted to run into his arms and hug him until you died but at the same time you wanted to hit him over and over again for the way he hurt you, and make you leave without him.
But before you could even take a step Thomas lunged forward, hitting Gally straight in the face, hard. So hard Gally fell to the ground with Thomas right on top of him. You wanted to move, run towards them and stop Thomas from hurting him but you couldn't move, no matter how hard you tried too.
Thankfully Newt did it for you, running towards the two boys, he fell beside Thomas, grabbing his hand, stopping him from going further. You could see their lips moving but you didn't know what they were saying, you felt as if you were in a dream, floating out of your body, it didn't feel real. Nothing felt real.
Thomas got off him fast, but you could see he was dripping with anger, anger you were slowly starting to feel. Gally got up and off the ground, moving his jaw with his hand before he eyes you again. His gaze softened, his voice dropped in pitch and he looked almost scared.
"Y/N?" Everyone turned to you again, but you didn't even see anyone, all you could see was red as you looked at the boy who was supposed to love you enough to leave with you. But he was a coward then he defiantly was one now.
And before you could stop yourself you moved forward, it all happened so fast as you grabbed the gun for the man behind you, he tried to stop you but you kicked him in the crouch casuing him to fall to the ground.
With the gun in your hands and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you tightened your grip on the firearm, your knuckles white with tension as moved towards Gally who didn't move from where he stood before. He held his head high, his eyes becoming glazed, but he clenched his jaw waiting for you to do what you wanted.
You could hear yelling from everyone behind you, but it was too late. Without a moment's hesitation, you swung the gun, hitting him hard across the temple with the back of the weapon. A sickening thud echoed through the air as the force of the blow sent him reeling backward. His eyes widened in shock, then dulled with pain as he crumpled to the floor.
It fell silent, except for your heavy breaths. You stood over him, chest heaving. The weight of what you had just done settled on your shoulders, but you pushed it away, the anger still seeping in your veins when he looked up at you, his nose bleeding.
You didn't know what was going on around you but whatever it was it died down when Gally raised his hand, telling them it was okay. His breathing came in and out harshly, his eyes connected with yours and the same softness still visible.
"You piece of shit," You breathed out, your voice dripping with hurt and rage. "You shouldn't have come back," Tears filled your vision as you remembered what he did, and how he made you feel. You had woken up screaming and crying because of him, and thinking you saw him die right in your arms. But he wasn't dead, and it was messing with your head, he was messing with your head.
"I'm so sorry Y/N," You let out a small cry at the sound of his voice, or the way your name rolled off his tongue. You didn't think you would ever hear him say your name again, and it caused your heart to physically hurt. Your breathing was getting faster and faster the more you let yourself feel the pain, you felt yourself give in slowly.
Tears slipped down your cheeks and you took a step away from him, dropping the gun on the ground in front of you. Gally didn't even waist a second, his eyes connecting with yours as he got up and off the ground, and making his way towards your form.
You gasped when he grabbed you and pulled you into his warm arms. And as he wrapped his arms around you, he could feel you trembling against him, your body shaking with the weight of all the emotions coursing through you. He held you close, his hug a shelter from the storm of doubt and fear.
Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers clutching at the fabric of his uniform as if afraid he might slip away once more. He could feel the dampness of your tears soaking into his shirt.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the passing of time, nor the trials you had faced while you were apart. All that mattered in this moment was the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the rhythm of your hearts beating as one.
And as you held each other, lost in the sweet embrace of reunion, the world faded away around you, leaving only the echo of your love reverberating through the empty spaces between you. It was a moment frozen in time, a testament to the enduring power of your connection, and a promise of the future you would build together, one tender embrace at a time.
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โ˜… GALLYโ€™S GIRL โ€” MxF.
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NAVIGATION โ€” MASTERLIST // Inbox to be on Taglist!
Thomas has just arrived at the Glade, and only days after his arrival, a girl is introduced, and the first person who catches her eye is Gally.
GENRE โ˜… Fluff if you squint?
PAIRING โ˜… Fem reader x Gally
WARNINGS โ˜… Reader is implied to be injured, nothing serious though, Gallyโ€™s a bit of an asshole, reader kind of replaces Teresa? Idk, youโ€™re Teresa in this case, reader is of age.
Word Count โ€” 2.94k
My first ever fic on tumblr, lol.. i hope u guys like it :))
In the early dawn, the glade was alive with the hum of activity. Thomas, still new to the group, was already finding his place among the other boys. They moved together, each knowing their role in the daily routine that kept this place thriving. The scent of cooking fires mingled with the dew-laden grass as the sun began to peek over the towering walls that surrounded them.
The sky above was a canvas of pinks and oranges, the light dancing off the leaves of the trees that grew in an orderly fashion around the clearing. It was as if nature itself had laid out a path for them to follow, a silent guide in this otherwise mysterious world. The air was cool and fresh, hinting at the secrets the day would soon reveal.
Gally took a deep breath, feeling the tension that lingered just beneath the surface of everything. Everyone else seemed to ignore it, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen. He watched as the runners returned from their early morning laps, sweat shining on their skin, muscles flexing as they moved.
Suddenly, a low rumbling cut through the serenity of the glade. The boys paused in their tasks, heads tilting upwards as they listened. The sound grew louder, a grating intrusion in their peaceful world. It was the box, rising from the depths of the maze much sooner than expected. A flicker of unease passed over their faces. The box was here way too early.
"What is that?" Thomas asked. Newt being the only other person near him at the time dropped his tools and put his hand on his forehead.
"The box is coming back up but โ€” it's way too early for them to be sending anyoneโ€ฆ" He mumbled the last part. "But it can't be resources eitherโ€ฆ I think it's a person."
"What?" Thomas scoffed, walking over to where the song was coming from along with Newt and the rest of the glade. "Why would they send anyone if it's too early?"
โ€œYouโ€™re asking me as if I know.โ€ Newt folds his arms.
โ€œWell, youโ€™ve been here than me I wouldโ€™ve thought-โ€ Thomas paused when the sound grew louder, his voice was with a mix of curiosity and fear. The rumbling grew closer, the earth beneath their feet vibrating gently with each mechanical jolt.
The group gathered around the hole in the ground where the box normally emerged, their eyes fixed on the distant corner where the box would soon appear. The walls themselves seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation. The grinding noise grew louder, the metal beast rising from the earth with a shudder that sent a chill down Thomas's spine. The box emerged from the shadows.
Inside wasโ€ฆyou? A girl?
Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped for breath, the smells of metal and dust filling your nose as you took in the faces of the stunned group of boys. Your clothes were tattered, and your skin was riddled with dirt, but the look of shock on their faces wasn't for your appearance. It was because you were a girl, and you were sent way too early something they hadn't seen in a very, very long time.
The box shuddered to a halt. The door creaked open, revealing the cramped space you had been confined in. You backed into the corner, legs wobbly and unsteady from the journey. The group of boys parted, creating a pathway for Gally to walk through. Before he reached the box, Thomas stepped forward, hand outstretched to help you, but you shied away, eyes wide with fear and confusion.
โ€œIโ€™m not going to hurt you,โ€ he says, voice quiet to not alarm you. โ€œNone of us will.โ€
Thomas stared, feeling as if he recognized you butโ€ฆit wasn't clicking. You were so out of place here, a stark contrast to the world of boys he'd known since he woke up in the glade with no memory. His mind raced, trying to piece together why you were here, what this meant. The glade had always been a place of order, of understanding their roles and sticking to the rules. Now, everything was off.
The other boys whispered among themselves, a mix of awe and suspicion. Gally's eyes narrowed, a scowl etching itself onto his features. He was the first to break the silence, his voice harsh and accusatory. "What is she doing here?"
โ€œDo you really have to act like that right now? Sheโ€™s clearly scared.โ€ Thomas grumbled, very fed up with Gally at this point.
Alby, the leader of the glade, pushed through the crowd, his eyes never leaving yours. "Looks like she's been through a lot. Get her to the med hut.โ€ His tone was gentle but firm, a stark contrast to Gally's aggression.
As Thomas helped you out of the box and to the medical hut with Gally, Alby, and Newt following close behind, your hand trembled in his, and he couldn't help but wonder what horrors you had faced. The glade was a harsh place, but it was their home, and the arrival of an outsider, especially a girl, was unprecedented. The whispers grew louder, questions and theories flying around like leaves in a storm. The glade's rhythm was disrupted, and the unease grew stronger with each step you took away from the box.
Once inside the medical hut, the other boys hovered around, eager to help, but you remained guarded. The healer, a gentle-hearted boy named Clint, began to examine you. His eyes searched yours, looking for signs of recognition or understanding. But you were a blank slate, a girl with no name and no memory of how you got here, like the rest. The stitches on your forehead, a stark reminder of your journey, stood out against your skin.
Gally's shadow loomed outside the hut, his suspicion thick enough to be felt through the walls. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and his jaw was set. "Why the hell did they send a girl," he spat. "What is this, some sort of prank? Ever since you got here, stuff started to go wrong. And now a girl is here."
Thomas felt his temper rising. He had seen enough fear in those first moments when he arrived to understand how you must feel. "It doesnโ€™t matter how or where she came from, we can't just leave her to fend for herself," he countered, his voice firm but not confrontational. "We need to help her, find out who she is."
Newt, who had been quietly observing from the side, spoke up. "It's never been like this before, man. Girls aren't sent here." His eyes searched yours, filled with a curiosity that matched Thomas's.
Alby sighs and takes a seat next to you. "Do you know your name or whereโ€ฆwhere you came from?"
You looked around the small, makeshift medical area. "I-I don't know," you stammered, your voice cracking. "I don't remember anything."
The room fell silent, the weight of your words pressing down on them like a heavy blanket. The boys shared looks, a mix of concern and confusion. Alby's eyes softened. "We'll figure it out," he assured you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "You're safe here."
"Thomas, Gally, watch her. I'm going to try and find something to get the dirt off of her. Make sure none of the other boys get to her. God knows what the hell they'll do. Newt, cmon." Alby sighs before walking out, Newt stopping next to Thomas.
โ€œAnd make sure Gally doesnโ€™t choke her out.โ€ He whispers before finally leaving.
Thomas nods solemnly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're okay." His voice is gentle, the first hint of kindness you've heard since you woke up in this strange place. You nod slightly, not trusting your voice to speak again. The other boys start to disperse, their whispers and stares still following you like a cloud of bees.
Once Alby is out of earshot, Gally turns to Thomas with a snarl. "I don't trust her," he says, his eyes flicking to you and then back to Thomas.
Thomas's grip tightens around the spear he's holding. "Gally, you're not โ€” that's a stupid assumption to make, okay?"
"After you came here, shit started to spiral out of control and now we have a girl here? You think I'm stupid for assuming she could be a danger to us?!" Gally's voice raised slightly, your ears perking to his voice. His eyes landed on you, sighing and pulling Thomas away. "She doesn't know her name and she doesn't remember where she came from."
โ€œYou trusted me, didnโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œโ€ฆThatโ€™s different.โ€ Gally groans. โ€œWe donโ€™t get sent girls.โ€
Thomas's gaze remained steady. "The point is we treat her like we would any newbie. Help her, keep her safe, and figure out what the hell is going on." His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.
Gally looked skeptical, but nodded begrudgingly. "Fine. But if she causes any troubleโ€ฆ" He left the threat hanging in the air, his eyes dark.
"I'm coldโ€ฆ" you mumble. Gally's face contorted.
"It's not even cold outside, how are you cold-?" Gally began, but was cut off by Thomas' gentle nudge.
"Let's get her a blanket, okay?" Thomas offered with a kind smile. You nodded, feeling a small spark of gratitude for his understanding. He left the hut and returned moments later with a warm, woolen blanket that smelled faintly of the glade's flora. Wrapping it around you, he sat down opposite, his eyes never leaving yours.
"What's your name?" he asked softly. The question was simple, but it held a world of meaning in this place where everything was a puzzle.
You searched your thoughts, but the fog was thick and heavy. "I-I don't know," you replied, your voice quivering. "They never told me."
Gally leaned against the wall. "Well, until you remember, your name is Greenie." His tone was not unkind, but it was firm, a reminder that until you had proven yourself, you were still a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit.
Thomas flinched at the term, but you just nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. "Ignore him, okay? I'm gonna check on Alby to see where he is with the stuff. Gally, be nice to her." He shot a look at Gally before exiting the medical hut, leaving you and Gally in an awkward silence.
Gally took a deep breath, his features softening slightly. "Look, I'm not trying to be an ass," he began, his voice gruff. "It's just that we don't get girls here, and the last thing we need is for you to mess up our routine. No kidding, youโ€™re surrounded by boys who havenโ€™t seen a girl in years. Who knows what the hell theyโ€™d do to you.โ€
You nodded, not knowing how to respond. The walls of the hut felt as if they were closing in on you, suffocating you with their unspoken questions and accusations. Your eyes searched the room, landing on the shelves filled with medical supplies and makeshift weapons. You felt utterly out of place, a wildflower in a field of thorns.
Gally's gaze softened, sensing your distress. "Look, I'm not saying you're gonna cause trouble, but we just need to be careful, alright?" He paused, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "Everything changes now, and we need to stick together."
"โ€ฆWhat's your name?" you ask. The question felt strange on your lips, foreign and yet familiar at the same time. Gally's eyes narrowed, his arms still crossed.
"I told you; I don't trust you so I'm not tellin'," he replied curtly. "Until then, I'm kinda like your superior or whatever."
You tilted your head, even pouting. "That guy before kept saying Gally and Thomas but I don't know which one is which," you whispered. Gally's stance didn't change, but something in his eyes did, a flicker of something that wasn't quite anger or suspicion anymore.
"Fine," he huffed. "It's Gally." He pointed to Thomas' empty spot. "And that's Thomas. He's the one who brought you in here."
You studied him, the name 'Gally' echoing faintly in your mind like the distant chime of a bell. "Thank you, Gally."
He nodded curtly, still keeping his guard up. "Look, I'm sorry if I'm being harsh, but we've got a system here. It keeps us all alive, and we can't have anyone messing with it. Do you understand?"
You nodded, the warmth of the blanket beginning to seep into your bones. "Yes, youโ€™veโ€ฆsaid that. I won't cause any trouble," you promised, your voice small and hopeful.
Gally sighed, his stance relaxing slightly. "Good."
You twiddled your thumbs, now avoiding eye contact. You still wanted to talk, but you didn't know about what. So, you started to ramble.
"Soโ€ฆwhat is this place? And โ€” hlong have you been in here?" you asked, trying to piece together the puzzle of this strange place. Gally's eyes searched the room, as if looking for answers in the shadows.
"Too long," he murmured, his voice distant. "A couple of years, I think." He paused, considering his words. "It's hard to keep track of time when every day is the same. And no one really knows what this place is.โ€
The silence that followed was filled with the unspoken understanding of lives lived in a perpetual cycle of fear and survival. You could see the weariness in Gally's eyes, the weight of his responsibilities etched into the lines of his face. "What's it like outside this place?" you whispered, the curiosity burning like a tiny flame in the pit of your stomach.
Gally's expression darkened. "We donโ€™t know. Like I said, weโ€™ve been stuck in here for years." he said bluntly. "You should be worrying about what itโ€™s like in here. Especially for a girl." His voice held a warning, a clear boundary you were not to cross. Yet, the curiosity grew stronger, the need to understand this world that was now your home.
"You seem to care a lot about me being a girl in here. So like, are you gonna protect me or something? Since it's too much for a girl like me?" You asked Gally, your voice a mix of hope and challenge.
Gally looked at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. Was she flirting with him? No, heโ€™s just crazy. "I'm not saying that."
"Well, you're acting like because I'm a girl, I can't survive in here so does that mean you're gonna protect me, yes or no?" You questioned, your voice a little stronger than before.
Gally sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Look, it's not like that. It's justโ€ฆ-"
"Then what is it?" You push your hair out of your face, causing Gally to choke on his words.
"I-uh, I just-" He stammers before stopping. "Look, Thomas is the one who'll be looking after you."
"But why can't you?" You press, feeling a strange need to understand the dynamics of this place.
Gally's eyes harden. "Because Thomas is the nicest one of us all. He's the one who can handleโ€ฆthis." He gestures at you, his voice laced with something you can't quite pinpoint.
"But he's not the one saying I won't make it because I'm a girl. It's you. You seem to care a lot." You looked up at him, your eyes searching his, trying to understand the complex emotions that played across his face.
Gally's cheeks flushed slightly. "It's not that, it's justโ€ฆ" He trailed off, at a loss for words. "The glade isn't for the weak." His voice was gruff, but the way he said it suggested that he didn't believe you were weak, just different.
"Well, I'm not weak." you slide off the bed and walk over to him, the height difference between you stark. "I've survived whatever they put me through to get here. I can survive this."
Gally's jaw tightens, his eyes never leaving yours. "You might think you're strong, but the glade and the mazeโ€ฆit's not like anything you've ever faced. I mean, you wonโ€™t be going into the maze, anyway. We're all here for a reason, and none of us are weak. But we're also all we've got." His words hang in the air, a stark reminder of the precariousness of your situation.
You stand tall, the blanket falling from your shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere. And I'll do whatever it takes to survive." Your voice is steady, the resolve in it unmistakable. Gally stares at you, his expression unreadable.
"I guess we'll see," he says finally, turning away. "For now, you need to rest. We'll figure out your role once you're feeling better." His words are dismissive, but the tension in his shoulders suggests he's still processing what you've said.
You scoff and walk back over to the bed, sitting down and turning away from him. Gally notices the blanket on the floor, wondering if he should pick it up and give it to you or if he should let you stay cold. He wanted to leave it, but - ugh, he couldn't. He picks the blanket up and storms over, putting it around your shoulders. "Here," he says gruffly, his face a mask of frustration. "Don't get too comfortable, Greenie. We've got work to do and I'm not carrying you around."
You look up at him, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of your mouth. "Thank you," you murmur, your eyes never leaving his. Gally clears his throat, uncomfortable under your gaze. He turns to leave, needing to get out of the room before he says something else stupid.
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voidstilesplease ยท 2 years ago
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"but this ship is not even canon" and "but this ship broke up" and "but these people are literally dead" lol. to YOU. they're making love under the stars to me (insp)
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noelan1 ยท 7 months ago
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I can't stop reading fanfictions
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