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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 3 months

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could you possibly do a platonic gladers thing where reader was the first to come out of the box? like they came up with the note like teresa but “the first” if that makes sense 😭 anyway the reader is just sort of a parental figure to everyone? whatever gender you’d like to put and scenarios, the thought just popped in my head. ofc do this only if you’d like to!! pls don’t feel obligated!! love ur work <333 /p

HI LOVE THIS!! Thank you for the request ❤

Everyone loves Y/n

Platonic gladers x gender neutral!reader, set during tmr (movieverse)

3k - longish fic but worth it if you love platonic love 🫶

Warnings: discussions of Newt's suicide attempt; but more like the recovery after it, still please take care everyone, also language warning

1. Alby

You're the first one. Welcome.

You stuff the crinkled note back in your pocket just as you've done so many times before, re-examining it and hoping for some clue as to why you're stuck in here alone.

Except- you're not alone anymore.

The boy stands beside the Box, staring around the same way you did when you first climbed out, exactly 30 days ago.

Come on, Y/n. Time to go. You take a deep breath, resolving yourself, and you step out from where you'd been standing hidden in the trees.

The guy notices you immediately and takes a defensive stance, understandably hostile and scared. "Who are you? Don't come any closer!"

"Woah, hey," you raise your arms nonthreateningly, continuing to move slowly towards him. "It's alright."

"Where am I?" demands the boy.

"To be honest, I haven't got a clue," you tell him. "But you've got no idea how happy I am to see you."

His eyes narrow. "What?"

You shrug. "I thought I'd be alone here, forever."

At his silence, you continue. "So I've been here for a month. I was sent up in this Box, like you, with a bunch of resources and... hey, they've sent more stuff," you say happily, peering into the Box.

"Alright listen man," you say. "I don't really have answers for you, but I did start developing a routine for how to live here, and I'd love for us to work together."

The boy holds your gaze for a second, before giving a single nod.

You let out a sigh of relief. "Great, wonderful. I'm Y/n, by the way." You stick out your hand to shake. "Oh- memories. Your name is all you get, everything else is gone. But hey, let's make new memories here, together." You flash a cheesy grin and clap the guy on the shoulder.

You don't know how someone conveys sarcasm in a single look, but the new guy manages it just fine.

2. Minho

"Here, this way- shit."

You turn the corner and see the wall sliding into place, sealing off your exit.

"Which way now?" asks Minho, fear evident in his voice.

"Uh- that was already my backup route," you say honestly, backing away from the closed wall. "Just follow me, we'll find another way back."

You start down a lane, moving faster now, admittedly guessing your way through the paths and taking turns on instinct, aiming for the vague direction of the Glade.

Somewhere across the Maze a Griever lets out a screech.

"Yeah, okay," you mutter. Shuck. "In here, quickly," you direct, pushing Minho ahead into a smaller lane.

"Alright, here's the deal." You squat down, forcing Minho down with you, and keeping your voice low. "If I'm right, we're close to the Glade now. There should be a right turn at the end of the path next to us now, then a left and a straight shot back to the Glade."

"What if you're not right?" hisses Minho, wincing at the Griever's screech.

"Then we're dead," you say flatly. "Cause that Griever's in the same direction we're going. By the sound of it, we'll be running the path right beside it's lane."

"What."

"Look, Minho. Do you trust me?"

He hesitates, before; "Yes, fine. Let's go."

You shoot him a grin, patting his shoulder. "Perfect. Follow me, stay close."

You run through the route you'd explained to Minho, feeling your blood chill as you get closer to the Griever, its screeches becoming deafening.

You turn to check on Minho, who gives you a firm nod despite the terror you can see in his eyes.

The two of you turn into the final stretch, separated from the Griever by a single wall, and you sprint back to the Glade, heart pounding in your chest.

You collapse into the grass, breathing heavily as Minho falls in beside you.

"What the hell happened to you two?" demands Alby, running up to you and Minho.

You sit up. "Maze changed, and there was a Griever near the Glade," you explain. "Too near."

"Bloody hell," says Newt, hands balanced on his hips. "Are you sure this was a good idea?"

So far you and Alby have been the only people to enter the Maze. Today was meant to be a beginner's run for Minho, your newest Glader and technically the Greenie even though he's never acted like it. You wanted to build a team of Runners, to see if more people could help with searching for an exit.

You look to Minho, still bent over in the grass. "Let's talk in the hut," you say, patting his arm.

"What did you think?" you ask, after you've both gotten water and a few minutes to let the adrenaline fade.

Minho flicks his gaze up at you, before dropping it. "I freaked out. I don't think I'm cut out for this Runner klunk."

You hum softly, tapping on the table Gally had lovingly built and sanded until it shone. "Do you think everyone was immediately good at their jobs?"

"Running is different," responds Minho, dodging the question.

"You were fast," you say. "I think you'd beat any of us in a race if we bothered to test it out. And you've got a level head, which is the most important thing when you're in the Maze."

You lean forward. "But you also need the guts to set foot in the Maze in the first place. And Minho, you were the first volunteer to run with me today. That's exactly the bravery we need in Runners."

You're met with silence. "If I asked you to be a Runner," you say quietly. "Would you say yes?"

"You could be asking the wrong person," hedges Minho.

"I don't think so," you say.

"I- why? Why me?"

"Because I believe in you," you say simply. "I think you could do it."

The silence stretches as you wait for Minho's response. Then; "Okay, I'll do it." He gives you a nod, expression resolving.

You sit back, a mock-thoughtful expression on your face. "I mean, I said if I asked you, this was really more hypothetical-"

"Y/n, I swear-"

You let out a laugh, and Minho rolls his eyes at you, grinning.

3. Newt

Overtime, the Gladers have grown into a wider community, with new jobs and groups slowly added.

Alby steps into the leader position and you move into your gardening job, as well as mentoring the Medjacks on the side. You tend to pick up a little of every job, passing what you know to newly formed groups until they can develop on their own.

Minho's grown far beyond what you could have expected from him, moving on to memorising routes, constructing a scarily detailed Map, and hand-picking the new Runners.

Newt becomes a Runner too, and you almost lose him.

They're some of the worst memories you'll ever have, that day Minho ran in in the freezing morning, screaming for help. The Medjack hut was finished literally a day before, and the Medjacks themselves were barely trained to patch up the Slicers. So everyone turned to you... And you were so, so, out of your depth.

You'd built a temporary brace for your own twisted ankle from your first month alone in the Glade, but for this you were completely unqualified and unprepared.

It’s been months now, with Newt slowly healing overtime. You worked with the Medjacks to set up a few movement drills, but it’s been painstakingly slow progress.

“I want to try walking again.”

You lift your gaze to Newt in the dark. “Now?”

“I wanna go outside.”

You hesitate.

“Come on, Y/n, I barely got five steps in today before Jeff made me sit down again. I’m fine, I promise.”

“You’re fine when the Medjacks say you’re fine,” you reply.

“The Medjacks don’t know shit,” retorts Newt. “They’re just making stuff up as they go. That’s what we’ve all been doing.”

“I trust them,” you say steadily. “Alby and I chose them for a reason.”

“Y/n, can you please just let me outside.”

You let out a breath. “Fine. Take your crutches.”

You don’t go far; the ground is too uneven and the crutches slip in the grass. You end up dropping them near the top of a hill.

“Here, let’s sit.”

You reach a hand out to Newt, which he thankfully takes, letting you help him down so you’re both lying back on the grass, facing up at the night sky.

“It was a good idea,” you say, breaking the silence. “I get why you wanted to come out.”

"Yeah," says Newt. He jerks his chin upwards. “The stars, they’re what I’m here for.”

You tip your head back, following Newt’s eye line. “You know, my first night here, I hadn’t built a place to sleep. I just lay on the ground like this, looking up at the stars.”

Newt shifts, moving one hand to point upwards. "I recognise most of the constellations," he tells you.

"Really?"

"Yep. That's Orion, right there. And over there is Gemini. And that star is Sirius, in Canis Major."

You search your mind for a hint of a memory, trying to call up knowledge you might have had before being put here.

"It's all bullshit," says Newt.

You turn to him in surprise.

"The stars," he says, still staring upwards. "None of them should be arranged like that, the constellations wouldn't be that close, or even in the same area, if this was real."

"Oh," you say, voice soft.

Newt lets out a flat laugh. “I don’t know why they let me keep this knowledge, when they’ve taken everything else away.”

He sits up, eyes flicking down to you. “…sorry.”

You shake your head, sitting up and turning to face him. “It’s okay. I’d rather you say this stuff than keep it bottled up.”

“Right,” says Newt. “I guess we should… get back to the hut.”

Neither of you move to get up.

“Newt,” you say. You face forward, resting your arms loosely around your knees.

”Yeah?”

“Please stay with us,” you say, voice quiet. You turn to him, letting go of your legs to gently take his hands. “We need you, I- we- okay, let me just-” You take a deep breath. “Listen, we’re gonna get out of here some day. And I want to sit with you under real skies, with real stars, so you can tell me each and every constellation you see. Cause I know your nerdy ass studied all of them in another life, and I don’t know, when we run out, we can just... make up new ones? I think that’s something I want to do with you.”

“Yeah, okay- yes. Okay.” Newt’s eyes are wet, and he squeezes your hands right back.

“And talk to us,” you continue. “When you’re struggling, or hurting, or… anything. Just talk to us, Newt. Please. We need you, and we care about you, so much.”

“I’ll try, I’m trying.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” you say.

“God, okay,” you start, after staying there under the stars for a while. “Look at us. Let’s get back in the hut, c’mon.”

You help him up, handing him his crutches.

“So, we’re trying,” you say, looking Newt in the eye.

“Yes, we’re trying.”

You get the smallest of smiles from him, and count it as the biggest win.

4. Gally

"First he breaks all our rules, then he tries to convince us to abandon them entirely? These rules have held us together for years, why are we questioning them now?"

You frown slightly, taking in Gally's words from your seat at the back of Council Hall.

"If Alby was here, he'd agree with me, and you know it."

You watch pain flicker across Newt's face for a second, before he speaks. "Let's take a break. I want Minho, Gally, and Y/n in here, the rest of you just give us ten minutes."

As the others clear out, you join the three in the centre of the room.

"Newt, this really isn't complicated. That shank broke our rules, and he needs to be punished," says Gally.

Newt sighs, and you notice how tired he looks. He needs Alby. "You're not wrong, Gally, but..."

"Y/n, what are you thinking?" asks Minho, jerking his chin at you as Newt trails off.

You raise your eyebrows. "You know I have no say in this, Min. I'm not a Keeper, or any kind of leader. I'm pretty much just here to watch the meetings."

"Seriously, Y/n?"

"Fine," says Newt. "Then suppose we're asking you as friends asking a friend, not as a council leaders or Keepers."

"I don't-"

"Just speak, Y/n," says Gally exasperatedly.

"I- alright, the idea that Newt's having right now, mine's the same."

"Well, we'd love to hear it from your mouth," says Minho drily.

"Yeah Y/n, what am I thinking?" Newt crosses his arms, lifting a brow.

You sigh. "Punish Thomas for breaking the rules, but make him a Runner."

"You can't be serious," says Gally immediately.

Newt shrugs. "They're right, that's what I was thinking."

"I'm down to train him," says Minho. "I think he'd make a good Runner."

"Good. Call the Council back in then, we'll make the announcement."

"You're making a mistake," says Gally angrily. "Tell the others without me." He storms out as the rest of the Keepers file in.

"Gally-"

"Nah, Fry."

"I got him," you say, nodding at Frypan.

"You're alright," you whisper as you brush past a stressed-looking Thomas. You squeeze his shoulder reassuringly, and he gives you a small smile of gratitude.

You shut the door behind you, chasing Gally down as he storms into his hut.

"Gally wait-"

"I don't want to hear it, Y/n."

He slams his door shut, closing you out. You sigh, and let yourself in.

"Get out of my hut, Y/n."

"Stop, Gally," you say sharply. "Just listen."

Miraculously, he stays quiet, leaning back on the wall and crossing his arms.

"I... I know you're scared, Gally."

"What-"

"Oh my god, just hear me out," you huff, rolling your eyes. "Okay, so yes, we just got attacked by Grievers, right here in the Glade. And yeah, it's probably linked to Thomas. And- yes, making him a Runner and letting him pretty much just fuck around and find out could put us in danger. ...But he's also the closest we've ever been to understanding the Maze and this whole place. I think he's the key to getting us out of here."

You sit down on Gally's bed, gesturing for him to sit down beside you. He lets out a huff, but reluctantly takes a seat.

You look him in the eye. "Gally I've been here for three years, and it's great. We've built a structure, a life, a goddamn society. But I really, really want to see the outside world."

Gally scrubs a hand over his face, dropping his gaze. "Yeah, I know, Y/n. I'm just- I'm trying to keep everyone safe. Newt and Minho are blinded by this hope, they're believing too much in one guy who's been here for literal days."

"I know, I know. But we need to take that risk, if we want to get out of here, alright?"

Gally sighs, then nods. "Yeah, fine."

"I'm gonna help Thomas, and Newt and Minho in whatever plans they make."

You hold out your fist. "Promise me you'll follow the plans we make, and stick with us. Don't... you know, make your own group and stay here and get killed, or whatever you were planning to do."

Gally rolls his eyes at you, and reluctantly brings his fist up to knock against yours, following through with the handshake the two of you used to do after building something, back when you used to help out with the other jobs. "Yeah, yeah, we get it Y/n. You've been here the whole time, you know us sooo well, you can read our minds."

You grin widely. "Damn right I can."

5. Thomas (everyone loves Y/n)

"Do you think this'll work?" asks Thomas, chewing on his lip worriedly.

"Of course it will," you say. "Have a little faith in your plan, Thomas. You don't need approval from me."

Thomas huffs out a laugh. "Thanks. It's nice to hear you're confident, though."

You raise your eyebrows, smiling a little confusedly. "I mean, I'm glad my support motivates you."

Thomas squints his eyes at you. "Y/n, you know you're like... super respected, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, everyone looks up to you. You don't notice the way people turn to you in tense situations and stuff? You're kinda like an understated leader, I guess."

"Ah, right." You smile at him. "It's cause I was the first person here, which I do get credit for, I don't know why. Totally underserved, Alby's the one who built this place."

"Bullshit." You turn in surprise as Minho walks in, Newt following behind him.

"What?"

"Undeserved credit, my ass," says Minho, crossing his arms. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be a Runner."

"Yeah," says Newt, coming over to your side. He props an elbow on your shoulder, grinning at the frown you send him. "And you know what," he says quietly. "If it wasn't for you, I might not even be here."

You smack his arm. "Don't even say-"

"Gally, tell Y/n we love them," interrupts Minho.

"Huh?" Gally lifts a brow, before nodding. "Yeah, everyone loves you, man. Don't take it personally. If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't even be on board with this plan right now."

"Ugh-" you pinch the bridge of your nose.

Thomas leans in. "Told you so."

"God, let's just do the plan. Let's go, everybody out," you say hurriedly, shoving Newt out, ignoring Minho's snickers.

You stand between Minho and Gally as Thomas and Newt explain the plan to the Gladers, feeling yourself surrounded by friends; family.

Time to get out of here.

The end chapter is cheesy but I love it thank you for reading <3333

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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I would like to request headcanons for the maze runner boys for how would they react when they're jealous of you.

Luv you <3

Wooo, I love writing headcanons, they're a hell of a lot easier than full stories. I'm assuming you mean when they're jealous over you, so that's what I'm going with.

Gender neutral reader because the pronouns are unspecified.

Also I have seen your request for a part 2 to "warmth in cold places" and I will do that after I've finished your headcanon requests because it'll be simpler lol, hope that's okay.

ENVY IS A SIN

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. Gender-neutral!Reader x All boys. Not established relationships, just long-term crushes from some jealous boys. You're close with the boys, and despite them not knowing how you feel- they just can't help but be jealous.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some possessiveness, violence and suggestive themes. Alby is based more on the book to add some variety.

What happens when your favourite Glader boys get jealous over you?

Let's find out.

THOMAS

Thomas is definitely a... controversial character amongst the Glade.

Which means that the Gladers (especially Gally and the other's that don't hold his favour), would often flirt with you just to get a rise out of him.

It's not like you two are dating or anything, but he'd clearly have a thing for you.

And he's not exactly the most self-assured person around. Yanno- with the identity crisis, no memories of his life, people accusing him of everything under the sun- you get the picture.

The boy already has enough insecurities on his plate- nevermind watching the person he has feelings for get hit on.

He's not exactly one to start physical altercations, but it wouldn't be rare to feel his 500-yard death stare from across the Glade.

"Gally's talking to them again."

Newt would get to hear the worst of Thomas's internal conflicts.

He'd find it funny, but kind of annoying.

"They're just talkin', mate- it ain't a crime."

"He's doing it to get to me. I know he is."

"Seems to be workin'."

"Shut up."

Despite not wanting to get into a fight, Thomas would occasionally butt into conversations.

He can be sarcastic, something he's picked up off of Minho (but not nearly as good at), and he would be snappy and condescending when diving face first into trying to steal your attention.

Which would leave you concerned as you'd have to blankly watch Thomas bicker with someone in a way you can't quite understand.

Thomas isn't stupid.

He'd be fully aware he has no right to be so jealous or meddling, but until he actually gains the courage to say something about his feelings, you better get used to it.

NEWT

Newt is far more level-headed than Thomas.

He is respectful and busy, remaining calm in the majority of situations he has to face.

Though, like Thomas, he would absolutely be the type to stand with a tense jaw, staring while you interact with some poor, unknowing boy as Newt plots murder in his head.

Newt is confident in his skills, and doesn't have much time to focus on romantic endeavours. But there would be the creeping feeling of possessiveness as he'd watch you talk to the other boys.

He'd prefer to talk to the culprit in private, giving them a warning nod to keep their distance.

"I'm telling you to stay away from them."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

It wouldn't go much further than that.

The boys heed Newt's warnings- despite his reputation, he isn't exactly someone people want to upset.

Alby and Minho would find it very funny that the only time Newt chooses to actually use the power he has is when it comes to scaring people away from you.

"You're literally the Second in Command, and the only time you actually tell people what to do is when you get all shuckin' possessive over a crush? Ha! That's the best thing I've ever heard."

"Shut up, Minho."

When you'd bring it up to him that less and less people are talking to you, he would just shrug it off.

Of course, Minho would absolutely tell you what's actually going on because he can't keep his mouth shut, but you can only knowingly smile until Newt is willing to finally tell you himself.

MINHO

Minho is a reckless and unsubtle man.

He lives with his life on the line permanently, and is pretty blunt about most things.

He would absolutely tell you to your face that he doesn't like someone, or how they're acting around you.

"I just don't like what Zart said earlier- he's gettin' too shuckin' friendly."

He'd also go out of his way to be physically intimidating and make himself look better than whoever his competitor is.

That includes but is not exclusive to:

- Knocking shoulders with people who are talking to you.

- Loud (and obnoxious) insults aimed at anyone who dares get too close.

- The more than once he'd almost get into a physical fight.

- Casually throwing an arm over your shoulder to assert dominance.

He'd also be a sulky bitch.

Minho doesn't seem like the type to be good with his feelings, so apart from the initial rage, confrontation, and warnings- he would strop.

He'd have no grounds to, and Newt would remind him of that since you guys aren't dating.

But that wouldn't stop him.

"Dude, if you keep pouting like a shank, they're never gonna like you back."

"I'm not pouting."

He'd get over it, eventually.

Minho isn't an insecure person. He'd know there were something more between you both. The problem would lie in whether he'd be the only person you had that something with.

That is why he would sulk.

Because deep down, you'd be almost like a weak spot for him.

Though, it would kind of become a sort of unspoken rule not to flirt with you- after all, no one wants an angry Minho after them.

GALLY

Gally is like Minho, only ten times worse and borderline homicidal.

There would be many Gladers who would show up with broken noses and a nervous disposition after they'd be seen talking to you.

(And Gally with broken knuckles.)

He's terrible at controlling his feelings and expressing them in a healthy way.

He would be especially harsh if he saw someone making you uncomfortable.

"I'm going to shucking kill that bastard!"

Frypan would make comical commentary.

"Y'all still aren't together then, huh?"

"Shut up, Fry."

"Ah- figures."

He would also be incredibly insecure.

Sure, he's not the most liked guy around, but he thought you guys were close. That he might have a chance with you.

So, instead of having a healthy conversation with you about maybe establishing a relationship, he would react in a rash way.

Which would definitely not be a good way to show he cares about you.

But the boy has issues.

Alby would absolutely get mad at him and tell him to stop.

He'd then start insulting people instead.

FRYPAN

Frypan would probably...

Do nothing.

Nope.

He doesn't like conflict and despite being a jokester, he doesn't actually want to cause any problems.

And he's not about to go around bashing people when he doesn't even know if the feeling is mutual (*cough* something the other boys can learn from *cough*).

He'd probably keep his mouth shut and try to judge things from spending time with you.

He might talk to Gally about it.

"You could just ask them?"

"Would you ask them if you were me?"

"Fair point."

He'd definitely just silently simmer in his own emotions whilst staring off into space.

Though, when he'd be with you- you'd have absolutely no idea he was jealous or possessive at all.

He would never do anything to upset you.

He'd definitely lie awake at night thinking about it and how you might like someone else and what would he even do with himself?

But he'd never tell you.

Or show you.

Your happiness always comes first.

ALBY

Alby would throw them in the Slammer.

Wouldn't even hesitate.

Looked at you for too long?

Slammer.

Made a flirty comment?

Slammer.

Bad and slightly inappropriate joke?

Slammer.

He is a very busy man. He doesn't have the time to keep an eye on you all the time, so, putting anyone who crosses a line in the Slammer would definitely make that easier.

"Why's Ben in the Slammer again, Alby?"

"Why do you think, Newt?"

"Ah, (Y/N)? Again?"

It's not like Alby is insecure or even possessive.

He has much more important things that he needs to worry about.

But, watching people try and flirt with you would make him uncomfortable, and Alby has no time to process this discomfort.

So it obviously means that they're doing something wrong, right?

So, Slammer.

It is the simplist answer.

You'd have to ask him to stop because he'd keep locking your friends up.

He would begrudgingly agree.

Though, people definitely would not dare hit on you once they started to understand that Alby liked you.

That'd be an easy way to a fast grave.

In reality, Alby wouldn't have any reason to be jealous- he is the Leader for a reason.

He probably could've just told people to back off with no context, and they would've, instead of the immediate jailing.

It would be a very odd phase for the Glade.

Yoo, back with more headcanons. I try not to take these too seriously because I feel like they're just a bit of fun instead of the usual one-shots.

I have some more headcanons coming up next.

I hope you enjoyed :))

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alby-rei · 2 months

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Growing Pains: Hand-Washing Clothes (IkeVamp; Sebastian & MC)

Prompt: Write a story all in dialogue, must include characters washing clothes. Characters: MC/You, Sebastian Word count: ~350 words Tags: Pre-relationship, Humor, MC is new to the housekeeper life a/n: Wrote this a while back as a warm up. When I saw this prompt, Sebastian came to mind instantly. I imagine they would've had this convo early on in MC's "recruitment". Figured I might as well show I'm still alive and writing! Consider this another entry in Memories of the Mansion. Back to Masterlist

~*~

“Why must Arthur always come back with blood stains on his collar?”

“If the blood makes you uncomfortable, I can do it instead.”

“It’s not so much the blood as it is the implication of what he’s doing.”

“Ah…yes. I can see how that would be unsettling.”

“When did you get used to washing blood of everyone’s clothes?”

“Hmm. Hold on, let me hang this to dry while I think…it didn’t long, maybe two weeks? I started working at the mansion after Sir Isaac joined, specifically because of his…side-effects to his vampirism. Blood wasn’t something that particularly bothered me, but it did take time to get used to the smell of Rouge in the kitchen.”

“I see… Aha! Finally got the spot to come out. Comte doesn’t pay me enough for this.”

“He pays you?”

“Good point. We should both demand a raise.”

“Speak for yourself, I’m perfectly content as I am.”

“That’s because you have access to all of his money as his butler.”

“As do you. You know he’ll never say no to any request you make. You may as well make good use of that.”

“If there’s anything I would ask for, it’s a proper washing machine…were those not invented yet?”

“If they were, we would have our own.”

“Ughhh. No dishwasher, no washing machine. Next thing you’ll tell me, the vacuum cleaner wasn’t invented yet!”

“…”

“…Sebastian, when was the vacuum cleaner invented?”

“For the last time, just because I’m from the 21st century, doesn’t make me a walking, talking Google search engine.”

“…Worth a shot.”

[Bonus scene]

“Now then, back to work. We’ll never get to washing the bed sheets if you’re this slow with the clothes.”

“There’s more?!”

“And then the linens, and then the—”

“And you’re telling me you did all of this by yourself before I came along?”

“Yes, as to be expected. I wouldn’t want our esteemed guests to be burdened by manual labor when they should be focusing on their work.”

“Most of them aren’t even employed! They just sit around and…actually what do they do all day?”

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Back to Masterlist

#alby one-shots #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #akihiko satou #ikevamp writing #sebastian x reader #pre-relationship #platonic #sebastian x you #sebastian x mc #ikevamp fanfic

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zorlok-if · 6 months

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Ok I am excited and need to know, who is your favorite BG3 character? 😆

I mean, Scratch. He is the best boy. But in all seriousness, besides him...

Fuck... it's gotta be Karlach. Followed swiftly by Astarion. That's my instinct. However, I want to say that I genuinely love all* of them.

* or most, I guess, the emperor can get fucked

#gods the writing for every character in the game is just unfathomably fantastic #karlach could do whatever she wanted to me and i would thank her #i adore her #and astarion is the funniest motherfucker in all faerûn #i go nowhere without them #it's mostly just that third spot that rotates #also... withers 🖤#thanks for the ask!#bg3 #asks #albie's corner #im-inside-your-walls

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books-4-life9 · 3 months

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So I was rereading TMR and I noticed this

So, in the scene where Ben is exiled, (pages 92-95, The Maze Runner) he begs Alby to not. Alby ignores this, exiling (and in turn sentencing him to death) him anyway. Alby dies in that book.

In the scene with Newt,(pages 247-250, The Death Cure) he begs Thomas ‘please, Tommy, please’. Thomas doesn’t ignore this, and does what he’s asking. Thomas survives till the end.

Now, I’m probably grasping at straws here, but just look at the parallels!! Ben was begging not to die, to be given a second chance. Newt was begging to die, for his suffering to end. Alby takes no heed to Ben’s pleas or explanation, and and kills him anyway.

Thomas, while not wanting to kill Newt, does it, because he knows Newt doesn’t want to keep on going, and so he complies to his wishes, even though it hurts him.

Alby died in the first book, not long after he killed Ben despite his wishes. Thomas doesn’t get killed in the series at all, and even though he killed Newt, it was because of Newt’s wishes and it physically and mentally pained him to do it.

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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!

#tmr gally #fan made #maze runner the death cure #tmr minho #tmr newt #the maze runner #maze runner #tmr #tmr fandom #tmr alby #smut tmr #fem reader #female reader #gally x reader #tmr original character #smut writing #paisley is an icon

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I need a high school au of the maze runner gang where they're just scooby-dooing around and happen to uncover some very unethical evil secrets about the humanitarian science corporation Wicked. Like very stranger things style but less horror more goofy chill vibes

#So obviously Thomas Newt Minho Teresa and Brenda are in the Scooby-Doo gang #and gally is like friends with them or at least he was until he got an internship at wicked and started acting weird #and they started noticing more and more people in their school are getting internships with wicked and are acting very different like a few #like alby is all of a sudden being very weird and standoffish to newt and minho #and this pushes the gang to investigate #and they uncover some unethical research shit #idk man I just want silly goofy mystery vibes #knowing me once I finish the books I'll plot it out and never write it #the maze runner #Tmr #the scorch trials #the death cure #Someone write it for me pls 🙏

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gamesbyalbie · 22 days

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The Cursed Journey

PART 9: GENESIS

THREE AND A HALF YEARS AGO

"Min-joon? What's—"

"Shit! Thank fuck you're safe!"

"Yeah, I'm safe? Why did you call me? What are you—"

"Are you writing?"

"No, not righ—"

"Good! Don't write anything! Don't do anything! Please. Okay? Promise me. I'll be there in two minutes."

"Min— Why?" I stopped. My brain wasn't able to compute what he was saying. "What's going on?"

"It's writers, Ody! The WHO just released an emergency update about the strange deaths and that's the only connection they can find. They're all writers!"

"W—what?"

"I don't know. I don't understand it myself, but if that's true, we're in danger." I heard him honk and curse someone out.

It took me several seconds to process his words. "Okay." I mumbled. "But if it's writers... what does this mean?"

"I... I don't know." He paused. All I could hear was his car—driving faster than it was supposed to, faster than it was safe to. "We'll figure it out." He replied, his voice grave and solemn. "Together. No matter what, we'll be there for each other. I'm gonna make sure nothing happens to you."

End of Part 9 of ? • LAST PART • NEXT PART (coming soon)

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"Metal ground against metal"

If you were to memorise the first 200 words of The Maze Runner to ace a Sporcle quiz, you would find a phrase describing the sounds as Thomas goes up in the box that goes: "metal ground against metal". This doesn't seem very interesting, at least not until you look for "against metal" in tmr, tst, and tdc, and find 10 instances of it being used.

Which begs the question: what does metal *verb*ing against metal represent? (the most likely answer is nothing, it's just a sound, but that answer is not accepted because I have too much free time and imagination).

Let's see all the instances in which metal *verb*ing against metal is used:

TMR: When Thomas is in the Box: metal ground against metal

TMR: Chuck let it slip that they're in a maze, and Thomas is watched a Runner come back and go into the Map Room for the first time, opening the door with a deafening squeal of metal against metal.

TMR: The final battle, they're fighting to get out of the Maze and around Thomas there is a cacophony of terror—human screams, metal clashing against metal (...).

TST: Thomas wakes up from his deep slumber to: Thumps. The clang of metal against metal.

TST: They've escaped from their room, and smashing Teresa's - now Aris's - door open with a fire extinguisher makes the clang of metal against metal [ring] through the air.

TST: The Gladers (and Aris) are running through the dark hallways with metal balls intermitently cutting off their heads with a distinct sound of metal sliding against metal.

TST: As WICKED heals Thomas of the infected bullet wound from the Cranks that attacked him, he wakes up to the click and clack of metal against metal.

TST: Groups A and B get to the "Safe Haven" and the ground starts turning over with a scream of metal rubbing against metal.

TDC: As Lawrence is crashing into other cars, decimating the van, Thomas hears the sounds of squealing tires and metal scraping against metal. Right before he looks outside and notices Newt.

TDC: The fight against Janson and other WICKED workers fills the air with the sounds of metal against metal, screams and shouts and grunts.

The main connection I've been able to find between all these moments is that it's a moment where WICKED is important. In the each book, there's a slight nuance to how it's used, just like there's a nuance as to what WICKED means to the Gladers.

In The Maze Runner, WICKED's role is as the all-controlling Creators, ominous, never seen, but able to change their entire environment at the drop of a hat (seen with the Ending). Their existence helps establish the artifice of the Maze. So the metal, which represents them, is present in moments where we can see their power and control over the Gladers' entire world (which is all artificial).

Thomas is stuck in a box and is forced to wait until the elevator ride ends. He finds out they're stuck in a Maze, an environment that is completely man-made, and not natural in the slightest, confirming the idea of the Creators. They're in the final battle, having been under the impression that the Grievers would only take one Glader at a time, and now they're being attacked by all of them at once, ending with almost half of them dead.

In The Scorch Trials, WICKED is unmasked. The Gladers know who they are, know what they want, and know they don't like them. But they're still powerless to stop them, and have to do what WICKED wants them to because... y'know... death threats. In this book, WICKED is much more overt in their way of meddling in the Gladers' lives, even going as far as to show themselves to them. So, in change, the moments where we hear metal represent this.

Thomas thought he was safe? Let him wake up to metal and Cranks that WICKED placed. He wants to go see Teresa because he's worried after what she said to him during the night? She's not there, Aris is there instead. They show how much power they have over them and how expendable the Gladers are to them by killing them blindly in the tunnel with the metal balls. They show how little they care about the Gladers' lives when they cure Thomas - the only one they really care about -, having left countless others to their deaths. And finally, they think they've gotten to the end, they've managed to free themselves from the last phase of the Trials, and the "Safe Haven" turns out to be a patch of land that's turning over to reveal more monsters. There's nothing WICKED can't do, and that's clearly established with the moments of metal.

Now, in The Death Cure, we get to see Thomas, Minho, and Newt finally break free from WICKED, so the mentions of metal are understandably lower. And yet, despite having escaped, WICKED still affects them and ruins their lives. What better moment to show this than page 250? WICKED gave them all the Flare (I think Janson confirms it at the end of tst, but says that they're Immune so it doesn't matter, but I'm not sure), and despite having escape, that still brings Newt to his death. But we also see them take WICKED down, and so metal against metal's last appearance is when Thomas kills Rat Man, which isn't really the reason WICKED falls, but it's fairly symbolic.

So, in conclusion (look at me, making a conclusion as if this has some sort of structure), metal *verb*ing against metal represent WICKED. Naturally, as Thomas's relationship with WICKED evolves, so do the moments where the metal has some sort of protagonism.

#well that was longer than expected #these things are strangely fun to write #tmr #the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #thomas tmr #newt tmr #tmr alby #minho tmr #book analysis #chippedshake

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Hihihi Petri, i love your headcanons so much, they're so fun, so I would like to ask one for the maze runner boys x gn reader on how would they react if they find you sleeping in their shirt

Ahhh I'm happy you like them, this is such a cute prompt and I've been looking forward to getting around to this one.

COMFORT CLOTHES

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SUMMARY: See above.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, awkward Gladers, some suggestive themes but mainly fluff.

After a long day's work, you stumble across your favourite boy's shirt, and decide it makes suitable pyjamas- how do they react when they find you?

THOMAS

Thomas, as per usual, would not know what to do when he'd find you in your hammock, snuggled up in his shirt.

He'd stand there, staring blankly.

He'd probably be very flustered as well.

The man cannot flirt.

So, any feelings he'd have for you would be hidden and ignored in his pursuit of becoming a Runner.

But, here you are, in his clothing, sleeping as sound as can be.

It'd make him want to protect you.

Look after you.

You clearly hold him dearly, and him the same for you.

So, this simple action would make him want to protect you.

Then Chuck would wonder wtf he's staring at.

"Bro, you've been standing like a shucking statue for about ten minutes, what are you-? Holy shuck!"

"Shut up, Chuck."

"Dude, are they wearing-?"

"I said shut up!"

He'd be teased for the foreseeable future.

The Glade would know in no time because Chuck can't keep his mouth shut.

Thomas would spend the following days as a blushing mess.

Cute.

NEWT

Newt would probably notice in passing.

He doesn't sleep very well and has more than enough on his mind to keep him awake.

So, when he'd walk past your hammock on his nightly walk and spot you wearing his trademark hoodie-shirt-thing that he thought he'd lost earlier, he'd stop dead in his tracks.

He probably wouldn't approach.

But he would smile to himself from a distance and leave you be.

He'd be smiling to himself for the next couple of days, actually.

Until Alby would notice and point it out.

"You've been grinning like a shuckin' weirdo for the past week- it's creepin' me out, man."

"Bloody hell, am I not allowed to smile now?"

Alby wouldn't be the only one to notice, but no one else would mention Newt's new sunny disposition.

Newt in love is a happy Newt indeed.

Which the other Gladers love to see.

MINHO

After a long day's work, the last thing you expect to see is the person you're crushing on wearing your clothes.

Which is exactly what would happen to Minho.

Unlike the previous boys, Minho would probably do something.

He'd probably also think of some... less savoury things.

He'd still think it's cute, though.

He'd wake you up.

"Oi, (Y/N)? Hey. Wake up."

"Huh? What?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"...yeah."

"Hm. Looks good on you."

He'd let you keep it.

Actually, he'd insist you keep it.

And wear it.

As much as possible.

It'd be a weird silent symbol of possession.

I mean, his sun-faded blue button-up is a bit of a staple of the Glade- so the other Gladers would know about it.

You're wearing his shirt. No one else's.

And it looks damn good on you.

GALLY

Gally would panic.

That's his shirt?

Why are you wearing it?

How did you get it?

Why are you sleeping in it?

Is it because it's his or did you just need a clean shirt?

So many questions.

Gally would consider shouting at you to give it back.

It is technically theft.

But he'd just leave and talk to Frypan about it instead.

"So, they were sleeping in your shirt?"

"Yep, what do you think it means?"

"They needed a nap?"

Fry is no help.

Gally wouldn't mention it to anyone else purely out of his own unsurety.

But he would start viewing you differently, and the image of you peaceful in his clothing would be burnt into his mind.

He wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it.

And he'd like it.

So, I guess he'd just "suffer" in silence.

FRYPAN

Frypan would be blushing and giggling like a little kid.

He'd spot you and probably squeal.

He wouldn't want to wake you up because you'd look so peaceful.

But he'd find it adorable.

And would have to find someone to tell them immediately.

Which would probably be Gally.

"Pstt, Gally. Gally!"

"What? What is it, Fry?"

"(Y/N)'s sleeping in my shirt!"

"Right- wait, what?"

Gally wouldn't believe him, so he'd take him to see.

Then the other Gladers probably wouldn't believe him either so he'd make Gally confirm.

He'd be bursting at the seams with happiness.

Similar to Minho but less noticeable, it'd be a bit of a possessive thing.

You were sleeping in his shirt.

You chose his shirt out of all the other Gladers clothing.

It wouldn't matter if you just happened to find it or if it was because it was his.

It would still be his.

ALBY

Alby would be very much unfazed.

He's been there for the longest and it probably wouldn't be the first time someone's stolen his clothes.

But, it's you.

He'd probably hesitate and look for a second.

But then he'd move on and never mention it or talk to anyone about it.

He probably wouldn't even let it show that he witnessed it.

But he'd think about it.

He'd think about it a lot.

Some more headcanons to enjoy. This type of piece is always my favourite because it gives me a lot to work with and it's easy for me to write.

I hope you enjoyed :))

#🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri writes tmr #🍃 petri tmr #tmr fanfiction #tmr imagines #tmr minho #the maze runner #newt the maze runner #thomas the maze runner #minho maze runner #tmr gally #alby maze runner

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alby-rei · 1 month

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Comte's Ghost Mansion (IkeVamp; Luigi's Mansion AU) Part 1

a/n: Heavily (more like, entirely) inspired by @scummy-writes's playthrough of Luigi's Mansion. 'Twas a lot of fun merging the wackiness of that game with the IkeVamp universe! Multiple parts have already been written, to varying degrees of polish, so I'll be posting them on a schedule (Tentatively, one part per week). Without further ado, Enjoyyy ✨

Tags: Humor, Crack treated seriously, Luigi's Mansion AU, Spooky scary spectral vampires, Ghostbuster MC Word Count: 1000 words Characters: You, Sebastian, Comte (mentioned) Next: Part 2

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You woke up in a dark endless abyss with a headache.

"Where...am I?"

You were not sure how long you were out for, but it must have been a long time.

Last you remembered, you were walking around the Louvre museum in the daytime. A handsome man in a three-piece tailored suit had graciously retrieved your earring from the ground, only to drop and forgot his own handkerchief.

You, wanting nothing more than to return the favor, sought to return it to him. Your quest led you to a secluded section of the museum, barren of any foot traffic, and past a set of large double doors that appeared, at the time, as part of the museum experience.

In hindsight, the dwindling number of visitors around you should have alerted you to think otherwise.

Lightning flashed and the hallway blinked in view, like a snapshot captured with a camera shutter. Thunder cracked once, twice, forcing you out of memory lane and back into the present.

In the split-second that you saw the hallway, a line of tall arched windows stood to your left and closed wooden doors to your right. A high-backed chair was stationed between each door, and a framed picture hung above it. A wall blocked the path at one end and extended into darkness in the other. So, not an endless abyss. But it was not the Louvre museum, either.

Slowly, hesitantly, you took a step forward, and another, and then another, keeping your eyes peeled for any signs of an exit. A door creaked nearby.

You scrambled to hide behind the nearest curtains, but you were caught by two firm hands. Your heart lurched in your throat. You turned around to face your assailant, and a second round of lightning gave you a chance to get a good look. It was a young man with grayish hair swept to one side, his eyes narrow and inquisitive.

"Who are you, and how did you get in here?" He asked, though he did not wait for a response. "Doesn't matter, let's get you out before the others notice."

You followed him through the maze of hallways, each turn taking you down an identical path. It was a wonder that your guide could tell heads from tails in the darkness.

"Watch your step," he called out as the two of you descended a set of grand stairs.

Just when you thought you reached the bottom, you were met with more stairs. Blood pumped in your ears as you focused on getting out of here, one step at a time. You sighed in relief when the first sliver of light peeked through the grand double doors at the opposite end of what, you assumed, was the foyer.

Once outside, you gawked at the building you just escaped. It was a three-story mansion. Grapevines crept around and across the walls and into some open windows. Dark clouds loomed over the estate, but the rain died down into a drizzle.

"Don't fall behind, now!" Your guide called out from the garden up ahead. Rather than continue straight ahead and out the gate, he took a turn going behind the mansion. You stared at the open gate, contemplating your chance of survival. Feeling unsafe venturing out into the unknown, you kept up pace with him along a narrow cobblestone path.

He stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into his back, and asked, "Where did you say you were from?"

You huffed and said, "If you would've let me speak the first time..." You explained your situation to him, and he furrowed his brows. You then barraged him with your own set of questions. Rather than answer any of them, he turned on his heel and talked on the way.

He introduced himself as Sebastian. He woke up in a similar way to what you had described a few years prior.

“I’m sorry, did you say years?” You gaped. What hope did you have of returning home if he had not done so yet?

He continued. "I came face to face with the head of this mansion, a French nobleman who goes by the title, Le Comte de Saint-Germain. He gave me an offer I could not refuse, and so I serve the mansion as its butler."

He stopped in front of a quaint wooden garden shack.

Facing you, he wore a wry smile as he said, "I would like to consider myself lucky, as I haven't seen another human in quite some time. But you, I'm afraid, are out of luck to end up here."

Your eyes shifted. "What do you mean by that?"

"Wait here."

He ducked inside and came out with a backpack that looked an awful lot like a vacuum cleaner. The vacuum tube in his hands only further confirmed your suspicions.

He reminded you of a ghostbuster.

"Unfortunately, I don't know how to get you home. But what I can offer is a means to defend yourself for the night.

"Defend myself?" You echoed. "Against what?"

That was how you ended up back inside the mansion, carrying Sebastian's 'Poltergust 1899' (as he proudly called it) on your back, alongside an oil lamp in hand and an item pouch around your shoulder.

What’s the pouch for? You may be wondering.

After much debate with the butler, you agreed to retrieve "items of interest" for him if he promised to investigate a means of getting you back home. His final remark was to avoid disturbing the mansion's esteemed residents and, contrarily, to report back any interesting behavior you encounter, seemingly of said residents.

The main entrance door creaked open. The mansion's foyer was bedecked with a carpeted floor that stretched up its wide central staircase. White Ionic columns lined the sides. At the top of the stairs, bright moonlight shone through, enveloping the room in a bluish hue.

The door slamming shut behind you pulled your flighty spirit back into its boney prison. Several voices murmured behind the walls.

You caught some of their words, or so you believed.

"A guest?"

"They returned!"

"Oh dear."

"How delightful."

"Go away."

You wished you didn't.

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#ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire sebastian #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire comte de saint germain #ikevamp writing #ikevamp #ikemen vampire fanfiction #ikemen vampire x reader #ikevamp x reader #humor #luigi's mansion au #ghost mansion AU #crack treated seriously #ghostbuster mc #spooky scary spectral vamps #alby rei

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albifrons · 5 months

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weeheehee I'm writing whumptober in December, I'm so on top of it 💅

#“almost finished with the fic” I say through tears as I continue to work on it after three months #we're out here setting the bar lower than ever before #I have so many whumptober ideas and I posted absolutely none of them in october #but that's okay because now school is ending and I have the brain rot and the time to get some stuff done #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam #fanfiction #whumptober #albi writes

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medicinelarrie · 7 months

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Bad day TW for hospital shit and palliative care. I need to write it down to help process but I'm aware it's a lot. Will delete later.

Awful fucking day at working. One of my favourite patients was made properly palliative today and is moving to the local children's hospice tomorrow. Her life expectancy has always been limited, and this little girl is the reason I've decided to go in to paediatric palliative care. I wanted to get it right for her when it's her time, but I'm not going to get the chance because her time is coming a lot quicker than we initially thought. I adore her, she is a special little girl who I have spent many a shift looking after and many more just spending some time holding her hand or stroking her face so she wasn't alone. I got to give her a cuddle today and she had a seizure in my arms, but I got to hold her and tell her what an impact she's had on me and my career. I've got to know her family so well and my heart absolutely breaks for them. This time has just come so much quicker than anyone thought. After I finished my shift today, I sat and held her hand and talked to her for almost an hour. I'm beyond heartbroken, and this is going to take me a long time to process, even before she actually passes away. I know if I didn't feel this way I'd not be very good at my job, but she really is a special little girl and I'm so proud to know and to have cared for her for the past 3 years.

#albie speaks #im so emotional #ive cried most of the evening #tw death #tw palliative care #tw hospital #tw hospice #tw paediatrics #this is really intense stuff #im writing down for me #not necessarily for people to read #but i need somewhere safe i can spew my feelings

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bri-the-fando-meister · 1 year

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The Sting

Minho x Reader Female --- Newt is also in it

Summary: A few months ago, Minho's best runner got stung, he was worried about them, because he loved them. That was you, you were his best runner. One day, he saw your sting, and it was not shucking pretty.

TW: Short part about offing self, swearing, description of wound

1700 words, 12 minute read time

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You and Minho had been extremely close since you became his best runner, well, that was until the horrid day that you got stung. Then you became even closer.

He was there when you went through the changing, he saw you flail about, he saw you screaming in tortured agony. He even saw you try to off yourself. You didn't like him seeing you as you were, you were an animal - a sick wounded animal that wanted to get away from it all, but couldn't.

"I don't know if you are going to get through this or not but, Y/n, I love you. I am so sorry I let this happen to you. I am such a slinthead and I shucking love you."

When you had recovered enough to think straight, you decided to see if he actually did love you, like he had said. "Minho, was my brain making klunk up when I went through the changing or did you actually say you loved me?" Minho smirked.

"I guess that means you love me too?"

You nodded so fast that your head could have fallen off.

"I guess that it's official."

It had been 2 months ago, the two of you had been together 2 whole months.

Because of the whole griever incident and your arm being a bit, gruesome looking, you religiously wore a jumper to hide it from people that may see it. Shuck, not even Minho had seen it being your boyfriend and all.

One night though, you had accidentally let your guard down.

"Minho, I am gonna change shirts, k'? This shirt is soo itchy."

You pulled your jumper and shirt over your head doing that twisty arm thingy. That left you in just a sports bra and your shorts, your arm was in plain sight.

Then he saw it, all of it. Your heavily bruised, puckered, swollen, and red arm with a scabby circular shape sitting inside it all.

"Fuck Y/n, that looks infected. Has it been like that since the, sting?" He was worried, it was the most worried you had seen Minho since the initial sting.

You shrugged it off "Ehh, it's not that bad Minho. Just slim it nice and cool will ya"

"No, no, No this is bad, it is infected. I need to get you to the med-jacks. They will know what to do. You are going no matter what, Y/n, this is serious."

"Whyyyy, I don't need it. Nobody was even meant to see it." you were whining at Minho, you hate being fussed over and being seen as weak.

"Come on Y/n, we can do it the easy way or the hard way." He spoke to you as though you were a little kid.

"I guess it will have to be the hard way, I am not going anywhere for shuck sake." you fumbled around Minho's hut, it was kinda yours too, you needed to get a shirt and your jumper on.

"Ok, if you do say so" Minho smirked, "Y/n, you are coming with me whether you like it or not, don't be a slinthead because I am much, Much stronger than you" and with that, he used one leg to sweep your feet from under you and caught your back on the way down.

The entire situation turned into Minho having the upper hand. He was carrying you bridal style to the med-hut with you kicking out and flailing around.

"I didn't quite expect 'this' to be how I got you to the med-hut. You are normally much better behaved than this."

You protested. "Minho, put me down. I said PUT ME DOWN! Ok, have it your way, sorry in advance."

Minho had his guard up, he knew you were going to do something.

You began to squirm around in his big arms getting to the perfect angle with one arm hanging in between his legs.

Then you hit him in the family jewels. Then he dropped you. Then you ran off. Then you ran into something. Then the something spoke.

"Bloody hell Y/n, watch where your shucking going." then he saw your arm. "Oh my god Y/n, did you get stung again? What happen-" he trailed off. Even at night you could tell by the voice who it was, it was Newt. "Y/n?"

"Yes Newt?"

"Why is Minho in the middle of the glade doubled over clutching his nutsack?" Newt was, to say the very least, curious.

So, you told him the story while Minho began walking the 100 meters between you and him.

"Wow Y/n" Minho had arrived back "You and Minho have had, quite the night, hey?"

"I guess so, but forget you ever saw my piece of klunk arm"

"Y/n" It was Minho, he was speaking firmly, you could tell he was serious at the time "You still need to go, if not by my word, Newt's authority. Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way? Your choice"

"I'm not going, you can get some stuff from the medjacks and bring it to our hut. Nobody else is seeing my bloody arm!" you were practically yelling at the end, you were ready to fight a losing battle.

Minho approached you slowly, both hands open facing you, as not to scare you. "Come on Y/n, please, for me?" and with that he lunged forward and snatched your wrist. "Fuck off Minho, let me go." before you knew it, you had socked him in the jaw.

"Minho, sorry, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do that, I am so, so sorry. Sorrysorrysorry."

"You really don't want to go huh? I am sorry, but you have to, it is too infected, you could get sepsis and die if it isn't treated" Minho was pissed, and you knew it. He wasn't used to you being snarky.

Minho turned to Newt and spoke to him while he was still holding your wrist.

"Newt."

"Yeah Minho"

"Grab one of her arms, I don't care if she wants to or not, she, is, going." Minho spoke bluntly.

"On it, Minho"

Before you knew it, both of your arms were being held as you were hoisted to your feet, you were being defiant and you knew it, so you decided that 'if they want me there that bad, they can drag me'.

Yep, you had gotten yourself into quite the predicament. Your boyfriend and the second-in-command of the glade were dragging you by your arms to the medhut, it definitely wasn't a desirable situation. So you know, you kicked out at Minho in hopes that he would let go of you.

"Y/n, cut it out, it's not the end of the shucking world."

You kept trying to kick him.

"Newt, can you hook your other arm under her leg. Just keep her still please."

You weren't able to kick or hit anymore, you were defenseless.

"Hey Minho" Newt said

"Yeah Newt, what's up?"

"Yanno, you did a good job at picking a shucking girlfriend that is as feisty and stubborn as you."

"Oi, you little slinthead"

The two boys were actually kind of funny, listening to them talk to each other was somewhat calming.

"Y/n, are you going to walk now, or do Newt and I still have to be your personal slaves?"

"I- I will walk now, I guess it does need to get looked at."

"Good choice" the two boys said in unison as they dropped your legs, they still held onto your arms though, you had had a history of running off at random times.

You didn't think it could get any worse, but then, Alby came out of the medhut 300 meters away. Ok, ok, Alby walking out of the medhut was no big deal, he was probably just checking on his men.

And then you remembered that if he saw you being led to the medhut with two of his best men holding your arms tight he would in the very least, be concerned.

You stopped dead in your tracks and didn't want to go nearer to Alby, he would not be happy that you kept your poor arm a secret.

"Come on Y/n, Newt and I can drag you again if you want."

"And then Alby will be more inclined to come over" Newt added.

Shuck, what would you do, you could plant one foot far in front of you so they couldn't drag you, or you could actually listen to them for the first time that night. You knew what you were going to do.

You dug your left heel into the dewy night grass and put your right foot backwards and twisted it, bracing for being pulled. Though you knew that you were no match for the boys.

Then you felt them trying to drag you, but they weren't. Your bracing helped. Them Minho picked up your front foot rendering your attempts at bracing yourself useless.

"Come on Y/n, any more of this bullshit and I will be calling Alby over, you don't want him seeing you, do you?"

"Fine, I will walk, just let go of me, it is bringing too much attention."

"Promise not to run off, I don't wanna get angry boyfriend on you."

"Promise, Minho"

Then they let go, and to you followed along, a plan already brewing in your mind.

"Good, good Y/n, see, you are able to behave. We have already walked 50 meters. Good job" Minho was happy you decided to behave.

You looked over to the trees at the deadheads, you could easily get there before Minho caught up to you, surprisingly though, he was the fastest in the glade, Ben coming second.

Minho and Newt let you walk in between them, though they were both only a foot away from your arms- to run would be close but not impossible.

You began to build up good rapport with them, they trusted you. You hated to need to break their trust, but it was your only chance, you were only 100m away from the medhut.

"Y/n, you have slowed down, you aren't planning on running. Are you?"

"I- I was going to, Minho, I don't know why, but I am scared."

He grabbed your waist and pulled you in tightly.

"I love you Y/n, it will be okay, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

#the maze runner #maze runner #tmr minho #tmr newt #tmr minho x reader #tmr newt x reader #tmr alby #writing #tmr books #tmr fanfiction #tmr fandom

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