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bri-the-fando-meister · 10 months

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A Long Time Coming

Gally X Original character female (OC IS THE POV)

TW: Assault, fight, yelling, first-time sex

Shit, I'm doing smut. Hate me later, read it now

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The backstory:

You and Gally had a relationship that many would call, a love hate relationship. You could barely say you were friends, you had a tolerance for each other, yeah, that's what it was, a tolerance.

Now being the only girl in the glade however, it kind of made you like the fact that Gally wasn't begging for you to do him, it was actually somewhat nice, having someone that hated you.

You, Paisley the rebellious Paisley hated? Never. The fact that the boys were head over heels for you was, definitely something.

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"Hey Paisley, are you actually going to build or what?"

"Oh darling, go buy a bloody brain. You, shank, should already know that I rather climbing all the things that we, I mean you, dearest Gally builds."

"Oh, fuck you Paisley."

"I mean, if you insist" you look at Gally, grinning, but you knew if you went at it much longer you would step the line.

"I'd be in the right mind to call a bloody meeting of my fellow keepers and have you thrown in the slammer. Tread lightly, shuckface."

Now, as you'd learn soon, Gally would keep his word.

"Well, Gally's point still stands. Paisley doesn't chip in, she does no work."

"Newt, c'mon. I am not meant to be a builder, I want to do something where I can get rid of my energy, roam free or something."

Newt pulled Minho to the side, it was definitely something, why the shuck would Newt involve Minho, he was a runner, not a builder or a keeper of anything even closely related, wait, he was a runner, he got rid of energy, and got to roam free. Shit, Newt didn't think, shuck did he?

Minho looked at you, then back at Newt. They continued to talk, after they talked, they nodded in agreement.

"Hey Alby, C'mere for a second."

"Yeah, Newt, Minho, what's up?"

They whispered again, this time, it was Alby who nodded.

"Everybody quiet down, we have come to a conclusion."

Each keeper in the room took to their seats without a word, waiting eagerly to see what you were in for.

"Gally, I would like you to state what has been happening, for everyone to understand the situation."

"Ok, as everyone knows, Paisley, is not a very hard worker, and of all the jobs in the glade, she has failed to do any of them. With me, she is a bit more tame, because she is seriously just climbing around, she has seriously only built one thing. A shucking climbing frame."

A few people laughed at Gally's proclamation, a few look at you in annoyance.

"Okay, okay. Newt and myself have come to an agreement with one of the other keepers. Paisley has stated that she needed to get rid of her energy and roam free. Make you think of a job anyone?"

Frypan was first to speak "Runner?"

"Right on mate, Minho has agreed to this."

Minho nodded, he always liked a challenge, but, the two most sarcastic and snarky people in the glade, being cooped up with each other for 6-8 hours at a time, that, could get interesting.

Gally rolled his eyes, "Come on, give her the title of being a runner and then she can stay in the shucking maze for as long as she wants, you won't be able to get her out of there."

"Now now Gally the superhero, keep on rolling your eyes, who knows, maybe one day you will find the brain I told you to buy. Anyways Gally, you are seriously concerned or something."

"Oh you stupid klunk, I am just saying that you will probably stay in there, hopefully getting trapped. Then we won't have to deal with your shenanigans anymore, don't you get it, you, don't, belong. You aren't normal" he said the last two sentences with spite.

"Gally, Gally, Gally. How hard it must be for you, using all of your vocabulary in one statement. Also, define normal."

"Paisley, how about we go outside." a voice said, it was manipulated, like Gally's but also like Newt's, assuming it was Newt's you just walked outside.

Only after you got a few meters outside of council hall did you turn around. There he was, Gally, looking fuming.

"You better watch your self, you are getting so fucking close to being dead meat. I promise you, you don't want to be a runner."

"Well I don't give a fuck"

Gally, the giant he was, towered over you furious.

"You aren't my keeper anymore, that is Minho's job now, you are now a fucking nobody to me in this glade, you are just, another, person"

Gally, not being able to hold his temper, swung at you, aiming for your gut. Luckily you ducked and elbowed his crotch, causing him to fold like a deck chair. Flinging a fist to his back he collapsed completely to the ground.

Gally flung his arm out and snatched your wrist, pulling you into him.

"I tolerated you, haven't you noticed that I was nicest to you. You don't understand, now you have stepped the line."

Gally pulled himself up, and still held your wrist.

He began to walk toward the slammer, pulling you along with him.

He grabbed your other wrist and put it into his other hand, he had both of your arms in the grip of one hand.

"Gally, stop it."

You wriggled your wrists, attempting to remove them from his grip, only to being given an even tighter grip and to be dragged even harder.

You were almost at the slammer when Gally spoke,

"You know, Paisley, there is a reason I have always picked on you, been really stubborn with you."

"Why is that, Gally, because I am fun to annoy, because I bite back?"

"Ughh, shuck it. It's because I fucking like you, you dumb shank, how hadn't you noticed. It's ruined anyways, no doubt about that."

Gally yanked the door to the slammer open.

It wasn't your first time being in the slammer, you had seen in when you were on the tour.

It smelled musty and sweaty. The walls were cracked and scratched at, they had a bit of graffiti on them too, typical boys. The ground, it was just dirt. Sitting in the middle of the slammer, covered in dirt, was the chair, the one that Nick, poor, poor Nick told you had 1 leg shorter to cause discomfort.

"Gally, what are we doing here. I don't under-" Your words were stopped by Gally pushing you in, this wasn't a gentle push, it was enough to send you into the opposite wall, even though the slammer wasn't that big.

The door slammed behind you, making you shudder.

"Gally, what the fuck has gotten into you."

"Paisley, I need you to listen to me, and don't interrupt me until I am done"

"Well it's not like I have a choice, is it?"

"Nope"

"Well go on then, I don't have all night"

"I have always told myself that, you were the only girl, that must have hardships, she probably has had enough with boys and their desires, so I should treat her how I treat my men, never make any exceptions, and crack down just as hard for anything she does. And for the most part, that is what happened. But Paisley, I like you, I like how you are sarcastic, I love that you can stand up for yourself. And I am sorry for trying to punch you earlier, I needed to get you here, so you would have to listen."

"Gally, slow down, let me out."

He complied, prepared for you to be angry.

The door creaked open and he got punched in the face with the smell of sweat and mildew.

You walked out, confidence filling your body, you had the upper hand, the ball was in your court.

"Gally, I can't believe you. I fucking can't believe it."

He was confused, he expected you to hit him already.

I mean, you did hit him, but, like, with a hug.

You slammed your body into his, pushing him backwards into the door, grasping your arms around him, savoring the warmth of his body, turning your head into his chest, you listened to his heart, it beat quite fast.

Gally smelled like clean, like fresh, he had the smell of soap, but a hint of lemongrass and dill.

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Gally POV:

I thought she would have hit me, I made an outrageous statement, that I was in love with her, yet she took it so easily.

She just leapt at me, as a flash of black and blue. It all went so fast, I tried to stand firm, knowing that we were probably about to get in a fistfight.

I stood frozen for what felt like forever, and then she was on me, small little Paisley, the little fighter, but she wasn't fighting, she was embracing.

I don't know what got into me, I was paralyzed. She gripped her arms around my midriff and clawed at my back, pushing herself into me, refusing to let go.

My heart was pounding, I still don't know what got into me, the effect she was having was unrecognizable to any other emotion that I had.

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He wasn't present in that moment, he was like a statue. That was until, you felt him begin to melt, his muscles relaxing and his bending over, leaning into you.

His arms drifted slowly around you, like they were light as a feather, he took care not to put too much pressure on your body.

You released your arms from his back, moving them up to his face, pulling his face in toward yours, closing the gap between you even more.

Your lips pressed together, slowly moving, creating a gentle suction, Gally grazed your lips with his teeth, making your lips tingle.

Gally moved his up and down your hips, pushing on them, all the while pulling you in.

Before you knew it, his hands slipped under your shirt and tried pulling it off, man, this boy has got some nerve, but you allowed him, momentarily stopping kissing.

Then he pulled off his shirt, showing his smooth, layered, rippling muscles, and his tanned skin, warm and inviting.

He pulled you behind the slammer, so nobody could see the two of you, making love after you just got into a fight.

Gently tracing up your arm, over your collar bone, up your neck and chin, he spoke soft words,

"Are you sure you are fine with this Pai?"

"Yes, yes, show me how much you have always wanted me." you spoke breathy, flustered and alarmed. He wanted you, shit, that is cool.

As soon as you had finished speaking, he grabbed both your hands in one of his, in a simple sweep, then he had them up and slammed them against the wall of the slammer.

He pushed his head into your neck and sucked, leaving marks, leaving hickeys.

Your breathing and your heartrate sped up and you couldn't stop yourself from making a small noise, a moan.

Gally let go of your hands and worked at removing your jeans, undoing the button, and undoing the zipper, before he finally pulled them off.

"Seriously Pai? Pink underwear, for the way you act, I would have thought it would be black hole colored."

You winced, embarrassed, but Gally took this as a chance to dominate you even more, he yanked your underwear down, dropping himself with it.

Peppering your abdomen with kisses was annoying, why can't he just get to the good stuff.

Then he began to finger you, effortlessly finding the right bundles of nerves on your skin, leaving you a trembling mess, shuddering and shaking.

You wrapped your fingers through his hair tugging at it. "Gally, we really shouldn't be doing this. It's too much."

"Pai, calm down, you don't need to get so concerned."

"Gally. Gally listen to me."

He stopped everything, and stepped back and looked down on you.

"What Pai, what is wrong, the fact that for once I am actually being nice for once?"

"No Gally, it just feels wrong doing, this. Especially when less than an hour ago we just fought each other. Maybe we can try this another day, please Gally, just let's take a break for a bit."

"Ok Pai, sorry I made you feel like that. But Pai, just remember I love you."

Gally stepped towards you.

"If you want to stop Paisley, I am fine with that, I only want to do what you are comfortable"

He cupped his hands around your cheeks and used his thumbs to massage up and down your cheek bones. He slid his hands around your head and dropped them behind your shoulders, pulling you into a gentle hug.

"I love you Pai, I love you Pai, you are so beautiful." he whispered into your ear.

"We can try again whenever you want. If that's okay with you."

"I love you Gally, thank you."

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Ok, it is finally done, this took way too long. Hope you enjoyed!

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samstersv · 2 years

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i wanna ride, i wanna ride 🫣

#dylan o’brien #dylan o'brian icons #dylan o'brian gifs #the maze runner #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles x you #dylan o'brian x reader #teen writer #thomas maze runner #tmr series #tmr thomas #tmr newt #teen wolf stiles #american assassin #sam taylor #mitch rapp

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saintlopezlov3r · 1 year

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“Remember, WCKD is good.”-Paige, Ava

#icons #8 #tmr #maze runner #quotes #ava paige #Brenda #thomas #Minho #newt #sonya #gally #the maze runner #edit #teresa agnes #movie

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bokvshou · 8 months

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I have this day marked on my calendar since 2014 and I always end up without taking a photo for one reason or another. sighs.

BUT TODAY IS DIFFERENT. happy newt day everyone. :)

#i wrote his iconic phrase on my arm as indicated by tradition #arm reveal lmao #i miss you newt #shaking crying throwing up #the maze runner #tmr #tmr newt #page 250 #the death cure #i'll never get over it sorry #my arm looks terrible in this photo for some reason??

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unavailable-fan · 1 year

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Some thoughts on the maze runner book series with slight spoilers probably

The maze runner book series and the movies are both interesting, but the best things about them don’t align at all, so people generally hate either books or movies, and sometimes both I like the books more because of the things some people hate them for (though the second book was really testing my patience, especially in the middle) and its so easy to hate some of the decisions Thomas makes, that it becomes this distinct feature to like about him as a protagonist since books follow his thoughts almost like his pov it turns this story into a story with unreliable narrator (kinda? at least it can possibly be seen like this?) his thoughts contradict his actions quite often, and despite being convinced he’s “the smart guy” he clearly does the first thing that comes to his mind, and sometimes it even works surprisingly well i’d say he clearly has the spirit of a scientist, always ready to question something and to run and test his theories(mostly on himself, scaring everyone around) , but Theresa is the one with a mind of a scientist And the funny thing is that they’re not even scientists - when they’re teenagers who lived in isolation in a postapocalyptic world in a really questionable environment from a very young age just to be a part of a big experiment, but from their perspective it’s more than just an experiment - it’s their whole known life The books describe an experiment, and every part of the plot adds to this one idea of “the chosen one = the test subject”, and the movies have different perspective on the whole major thing that started this plot in the first place And it’s not a bad thing, on their own these movies can be quite entertaining, some of the point from the books are actually interesting to see in this sort of adaptation (though some of these details don’t work together and break this version’s logic, it can be overlooked, adaptations can be hard to make), but it’s a different story which looks like a story from the books only on the outside Books have completely different vibe and allow readers to be stuck in this situation with the protagonist, to suffer from the lack of important information just like the heroes with small bits of outside information to make it more interesting, and it helps building this sense of something incomprehensible, of knowing something is going wrong but nothing able to understand why, of being watched and controlled by someone, just like an experiment subject - and it’s unsettling, it’s scary, it’s a psychological and physical torture - and that defines these books for me But this format hurts the way characters are described - and it’s even addressed a few times how little the protagonist knows about a lot of people surrounding him - and for some readers this results in a lack of connection with the characters - because it takes some thinking and imagination really to get how weird and illogical some Thomas’s decisions look to anyone but him, and a lot of attention to actually get the differences in others’ personalities and their reasoning of their action -but it’s there at least at some degree it’s kinda like “show, don’t tell” but the light are all out - so maybe it was better to tell And, personally, i like it, it’s free “open to interpretation” thing Also characters do have different way they act and react to different situations and a whole lot of traumatic evets thrown at them, and they change with the story - so they have different endings of their personal stories - and some interactions are painfully beautiful (or beautifully panful in this case) And it’s generally easier to explain some of the more stupid decisions in books, because all the events happen during a really short amount of time Some may complain about weird pacing - but it does convey the perception different of time in different situations And the repetitions of the same ideas, especially in the first book, kinda help convey how people subconsciously return to some thoughts if something about them seems off - and it also can be explained by some of the experiment’s conditions and the whole amnesia thing Anyway - the first book is definitely worth reading - and it has all the good things + it feels really comfy for some reason and then hits with a bit of unreality - and that’s an interesting experience And i just really wanted to share some thoughts on the series

#the maze runner #tmr #tmr books #also newt is obviously the best #and i'm really conflicted about the ending of the death cure #because it's both shows the best in character #but then you know what happens #so it's difficult #also romance subplots are awful if yo think of them as romance subplots #but if you broaden your perspective on how it actually affects mc and how it's still his pov they're quite okay #also theresa is a good character and i'm ready to fight #and minho is such an icon #i needed to get this out of my syste

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masivechaos · 1 year

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ARE YOU OKAY?

minho x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: minho almost didn't make it to the doors on time and you are so worried but he can't seem to understand why

Warning/content: kinda angst to fluff, hurt to comfort, first kiss, set before tmr (no Thomas), a little mention of blood, wounds, one small mention of death, my english

a.n.: 1.4k words- argh i hate this one i'm so sorry

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As usual, you were waiting for Minho in front of the doors. The runner liked to spend his resting time with you. But you started to worry when he didn’t show up yet. Anxiously, you bit your nails and Newt swatted your hand away “Don’t do that” he was always stopping you from doing it.

You groaned, rolling your eyes “What is he doing?” you hated when Minho was late, it wasn’t the first time but you hoped he was going to hurry, you couldn’t lose him.

“Worrying for your boyfriend, huh?” Newt teased, elbowing you in the ribs gently. You shot him a glare, you weren’t very receptive to humour when you were stressed.

“He’s not my boyfriend” you mumbled, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Newt looked down at you with a smirk “But you love him” you hated the way he sang the end of the sentence.

You glanced at him, brushing your tongue over your top teeth “You want to talk about issues that make me angry?”

Newt raised his hands up in the air “Okay, okay” he chuckled. He stared down at you with a small smile “Hey” he caught your attention “He’s going to make it” he tried to reassure you as much as you could, as your best friend he didn’t want to see you like this.

Without even thinking you brought your nails to your lips. Eyebrows furrowed, you stared at the entrance of the maze “C’mon Minho. What are you doing?”

You finally saw him, in a poor state, running as fast as he could next to a Ben looking as pitiful as him “Minho!!” you shouted as you rushed to the doors, cheering him on as much as you could, encouraging him and Ben to run faster as the walls started to close. He had to make it out alive, you couldn’t handle his death.

The runners finally made it to the Glade, immediately falling to the ground, exhausted. You joined Minho, cupping his head between your hands “Are you okay?” Behind you the maze closed, the big doors touching each other in a great din.

Minho looked up at you with his iconic smirk “You’re with me, of course I am” unfortunately, you weren’t in the mood for his flirting, you still had the impact of all this stress and fear from a few seconds ago.

“Stop it, Minho!” you let out the tears you were holding for the past few minutes, slapping his shoulder, forgetting for a second he was probably covered in bruises and cuts.

Minho didn’t expect you to be this worried, and he hated that he felt a little guilty about being the reason for your cries. “Hey…” he said, sitting up “I promise you I’m fine” he smiled at you, hoping you knew he was honest.

A few more tears escaping from your eyes, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders “Don’t you ever do this again” you warned. You hugged him tightly, too scared he would disappear if you ever let him go.

Minho laughed in your arms “If I get a hug every time I almost die, I will probably do it more” he tried to lighten the mood but it didn’t go well. You pushed him away, still crying from too many emotions. He was always flirting with you but you knew he was only joking, you detested that it hurt.

“Don’t you get anything?” you said, brushing your tears away and getting up. You knew it wasn’t the best moment to go weak but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted him to know how much he mattered to you, you loved him so much and he didn’t even get it.

You just wanted Minho to understand why you cared this much. But it seemed like he didn’t even care and it broke you more than it should.

Minho watched you as you left him “What did I do?” he asked Newt who was next to him.

The blond boy shrugged with a little smile “You really are blind, aren’t you?” he said, extending his hand out for Minho to take.

The runner was as confused as ever, getting up from the ground “Just go get her” Newt smiled, patting Minho on the shoulder.

The latter started to search for you without even thinking, not willing to care about the way his body was hurting, he could go to the Medjacks later, also you were a Medjack yourself so everything was okay. He found you sat against a tree at the Deadheads “Hi” he said to announce his arrival, sitting down next to you. “What’s happening in this little head of yours?” He wasn’t good with words and he knew how clumsy he could sound.

Your cheek was pressed against your knee, legs brought to your chest “Nothing” you mumbled, too pride to admit you liked him.

“Please tell me. I don’t like seeing you like this”

With a sigh, you turned your head, facing him “I don’t like seeing you hurt. I’m scared and it’s like you don’t care” Your heart tightened in your chest, it hurt admitting it out loud.

Minho chose his words carefully “I care, I really do. But- I’m alive, you don’t have to worry anymore. And I’m sorry about the hug joke, I just thought- I don’t know… that you could enjoy hugging me but… I was wrong”

You froze as he spoke “Enjoy hugging you?” your lips curled into an ironic smile “You really don’t understand” you wanted to laugh at how oblivious he was.

You took a deep breath before talking “I care so much because… I like you Minho. And you make your jokes and I feel like an idiot” your cheeks were burning hot, you wanted to bury yourself in a tiny hole and never see him again.

“You… like me?”

You squinted your eyes, regretting your confession “Don’t make it a big deal. Forget it” you were about to get up when you felt a hand grabbing your wrist.

You turned around, eyes widening when Minho’s lips touched yours, his hand coming at the back of your head “Don’t you dare tell me to forget it because I like you too” he grinned. Minho never expected you to like him, to hide his feelings he joked with you. That was the only way he found to tell you how much he wanted to kiss you, how beautiful you were without making it obvious and he never thought it could hurt you, that was the last thing he wanted to do.

You stayed there, mouth wide open in shock, you always thought he was joking turned out the feelings were actually reciprocal. “You do?”

Minho nodded, his shit-eating smirk not wanting to leave his face “A lot” he said before leaning in again, kissing you tenderly.

When you pulled away, you offered him a small smile “I’m sorry for being rude to you. Didn’t mean to,” you were a little ashamed of your behaviour when he just got out of the maze, someone snappy was the last thing he needed.

The boy grinned as he pulled you into a hug “It’s okay” you held him a little tighter and heard him trying to suppress a groan.

“Are you okay?” you asked worried, trying to inspect his body as much as you could, searching for any marks of what happened beyond the walls “Why did you arrive this late?”

“I’m fine. We started to head back to the Glade when Ben sprained his ankle. We were both exhausted, I had to hold him on the way back but we had to hurry. Wasn’t careful enough and this time I was the one falling, hurt my arm but except this, we are both fine” he didn’t try to joke this time and his heart melted when he saw the way you looked at him. Like you cared about him more than anyone else.

Your hand came to cup his cheek “You have to go to the Medjacks” you got up and invite him to follow you, grabbing his hand to lead him to the shed.

When you enter the room no one was there, the boys probably already took care of Ben and finished their work for today. “Sit there” you demanded as you dig in the selves, searching for what you needed.

You turned around, facing Minho who sat on the table “Take off your shirt” you said, taking a salve between your hands.

Minho raised his eyebrow with a smirk “This early?” you shot him a glare and he took off his shirt. In revenge, you didn’t warn him the balm was going to sting. “Ouch,” he yelped.

“Can’t you just let me do my job?”

Minho smiled at you, he liked it when you were bossy “Yes ma’am” you smacked him on the shoulder one more time.

“Shut up” you refused to accept the heat on your face.

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