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The TikTok: "Imagine yourself asleep, wrapped around them. You, while still asleep, suddenly hold them tighter, as if you're having a bad dream. They whisper to you, 'What's wrong? Are you okay?' You don't answer, but you hold them even tighter, they hug you back, saying 'Shh, it's okay.'"

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There were some nights where you just were too afraid to sleep.

You were used to having really bad nightmares every once in a while, a couple times every week at the most, you thought it was pretty normal after all the shit W.C.K.D. put you and your friends through.

But you started having certain nightmares that were just too much to handle, scaring you out of sleep.

It started after you escaped the Maze, the events of that day repeating in your mind in vivid detail, as if you were really there.

During the dream, you almost knew what was going to happen, but it all felt like really strong déjà vu and no matter how much you tried, you could never change anything. You could've handled all of that, but the worst part of the dreams was having to see your partner die at the end of it.

Logically, you knew he didn't die, but the nightmare put you back in that place where you truly believed he was dead. It was the roughest when you still had no idea he survived. Out in the Scorch, you forced yourself to stay awake, you couldn't handle seeing it over and over again.

Even after you reunited with Gally, you still had the nightmares, not as often as every night, but just once a week still impacted your mental health.

You especially hated how you felt after waking up from these nightmares. You were always in a panic, having to walk over to where Gally slept to make sure he was there. You also felt a strong hatred for Minho, which really sucked. You were close friends with him, so it didn't sit well with you that you could still feel those types of feelings towards him, even if they were fleeting. It took quite a bit of time to forgive Minho, so you hated that the nightmares undid all that progress, even for a short time.

When you and Gally started to share a hut, the nightmares almost completely stopped, and you started to get over that fear of falling asleep. You had told him about your nightmares before, it was a little embarrassing, but he always took the time to give you as much reassurance as you needed.

There were a few nights when you had those same nightmares, and he always helped calm you down, repeating that he was here and safe with you. And it helped a lot, you had gone almost a full year without having those nightmares.

It was hard to keep track of dates with everything that was going on at that time, but you had a strong feeling that it was close to the anniversary of escaping the Maze. You could tell all of your friends were feeling it too. While your friends were celebrating that victory, you were feeling anxiety. That day was one of the worst days of your life, but everyone looked at it positively, and you knew you should have too. But the lingering feeling of thinking that you'd lost the most important person in your life that day seemed to trump the feeling of finally escaping that prison.

It was hard going to sleep that night, the dread you felt couldn't be ignored as you fell asleep in Gally's arms.

Your dread was well placed, as that same nightmare played out exactly as it always had.

Gally was suddenly awoken by the sound of whimpering, he felt you hold him tighter, bunching up his shirt in your clenched fist. Tears were streaming down your face, staining the pillow beneath you. He started to shake you gently, feeling slightly panicked himself. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked softly when he saw your eyes open as you breathed in sharply.

Gally realized what was happening when you kept staring at his face like it could be the last time, your arms wrapping around his torso even tighter than before.

"Is was a nightmare again, wasn't it?" Gally asked, frowning at your tear stained face.

"It's always the same one. I keep seeing you die, over and over and over..." You cried.

"Shh, it's okay...it's okay." Gally whispered, pulling you onto his chest and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, trying his best to calm you. "I didn't die, Y/n. I survived, we both survived, and I'm not going anywhere. You're gonna be stuck with me for a long, long time."

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oh the fluff...the fluffy fluff i can't🥰

What cheesy over the top pickup lines would the gladers use to flirt with f!reader??

...you don't know what you've just done...

this is gonna be so cringey that everyone is gonna unfollow me for this...OH WELL😊😊😊

Thomas: "Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?" or "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"

Gally: "Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?" or "Baby, if you were words on a page, you'd be fine print."

Minho: "Feel my shirt. Know what it's made of? Boyfriend material." or "You must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night."

Newt: "I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art." or "Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?"

Frypan: "Did you just come out of the oven? Because you're hot." or "If you were a chicken, you'd be impeccable."

Teresa: "Life without you is like a broken pencil...pointless." or "Do you know CPR? Because you are taking my breath away!"

do you take requests for gally

I sure do! I love him bery much😊

Can I be that shank who asks to sort the gladers into hogwarts houses?

You're no shank!! I love sorting characters into Hogwarts houses cause I'm a shuckin' nerd ANYWAY. I'm no expect at this, so these will be my own opinions

House Sorting under the cut 😊

Thomas: Absolute Gryffindor, pretty obvious I think since he's so...well, himself. Impulsive, a bit reckless, and stupidly brave can pretty much sum him up.

Newt: Hufflepuff, definitely. I have no other reason why other than he's baby and he's loyal to a fault.

Minho: I'm pretty sure he'd be a Ravenclaw. He has to be pretty heckin' smart to be a Runner, mapping out the Maze and quick on his feet. I think he suits Ravenclaw well.

Gally: He's kinda a tricky one for me. In the first movie, he pretty much exudes Slytherin energy. Pretty smart for a Builder, very self preservative for the most part. But then switching gears to Death Cure, his personality kinda does a 180 a bit. He pretty much wanted to protect his friends more than himself which seemed to me like a drastic change from Maze Runner. I think he's more Slytherin, but maybe a hint of Gryffindor after his character development. maybe i'm just projecting

Chuck: Hufflepuff, nough said.

Alby: Book Alby's definitely a Slytherin in my opinion. Movie Alby is more Ravenclaw.

Frypan: He's also kinda tricky. Probably a mix of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but to me he feels like more of a Gryffindor due to the fact he goes along with Thomas' dumb ideas lmao

Teresa (I mean, she's not technically a Glader but I'll sort her anyway): Definite Ravenclaw. I know some people will think she's Slytherin due to her personality trait "betrayal," but she's scientist sooo, think it's obvious.

And those are my hot takes lol. I know I didn't do ALL the Gladers, but those are the ones that I have a bit more, idk, connection to i guess

Hi sunshine! Quick question for you: I wanna start writing for my favorite gladers. Any suggestions on where to begin/how to do it well?

Oh, darlin', I am not a good person to ask in my opinion, but I'll try my best!

For me, usually, I start off with having an idea and then trying to expand on that. My ideas are usually incorporated in the middle/endings of my imagines, and I just try to come up with a beginning that would make sense or naturally lead to whatever my original idea was.

You don't have to begin at the beginning, is what I'm trying to say. You don't have to write things in chronological order, if that's something you're worried about. If you have an idea that you want to see fully fleshed out, just start writing your idea, every single detail about it and see what new ideas pop up in your mind. I've read/heard that one thing you can do is just write, doesn't even have to be good, just write whatever you can and you can always make changes later; that's what rough drafts are for.

As for "how to do it well"...well, I have no idea, I don't exactly have the best confidence when it comes to being 100% proud of my work, but I'd imagine that's a very common thing with every writer. Everyone has their own personal style of writing that'll develop with time and practice. I don't know if I've even found mine quite yet, but I've definitely improved since my first fanfic.

Be patient with yourself! Don't feel like you have to rush through things, I've made that mistake a thousand times and still do, but I know it's really hard. And try not to be disappointed in yourself either if what you wrote doesn't translate, if what you thought up in your mind is different on pen and paper, or keyboard in this case I guess.

tl;dr: go with the flow and let your imagination run wild, be patient and try not to stress if something doesn't work or if something needs revising. Just have fun with it!

The ask was suggestions, but it just turned into advice...oops. Even that, I have no idea if that's good advice, I just sorta wrote this as if I was talking to myself in the past or something lol. Regardless, hope you got some sort of help from that rant😊😊😊

You Don't Need To Be Fixed - Will Poulter

Uh, I'm not even gonna explain because it's self-explanatory.

Possible Trigger Warning: Toxic Parental Figure/Emotional Abuse

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"I hate you."

"I wish you never even existed."

"You need to change, or else you're going to Hell."

"I pray every day that you see the light."

"The Lord can save you."

All of those I've heard before, all of them coming from a person that's supposed to love me unconditionally. I guess being one of the "homosexuals" is the breaking point for that, or having "deviant behavior" as she would call it.

Now, she's never said those things about me, because I'm closeted to her still, but I still feel those comments slice through me like she's directing it at me. It's kinda hilarious actually. She unintentionally tells me that I shouldn't exist.

I tell her point blank that I'd have a less rough time accepting her belief if she just comes out and say she hates the LGBT community. But, she says she doesn't hate anyone cause it's a sin.

"Bullshit." I say to her, out loud.

"Now, I do not like that language." She says sternly.

Ha! Of course that's what she focuses on, my fucking language. She's so fake, even more fake than a tween girl in middle school. She claims she's not homophobic because she's not afraid of gay people, to that I laugh, hard. She says she had bought lunch for two lesbians that she works with, says that she had a very nice time, so she couldn't possibly be homophobic! No, she acts like a decent human being with the gays, so that means she doesn't wish their sexualities would change!

It makes me want to vomit.

I call her out on that ridiculous way of thinking, to which she replies, "Just can it, will ya?" And that's the end of that conversation.

Another day, another argument about this, that, and the other. It's so tedious, and I willingly go into these arguments knowing that I'll never change her mind about anything. She thinks she's right about everything, and she always tells me, "I am right." Without second thought, she completely dismisses what I try to say.

It's always like this, me thinking I'm right and her thinking she's right. It's like trying to talk with Trump supporter...oh wait, she is a Trump supporter. Oops.

Usually, I'd go up to my room and cry it out, listen to very loud and aggressive music, scream into my pillow so I don't injure myself by punching a wall again. But, thankfully, I have someone who can help me through these times of crisis.

Will.

Ever since I met him, Will has been my rock, like my own emotional support human. Of course, it's not a one-way street, he trusts me enough to lean on me too. He's the greatest friend I've ever had, and I have no idea where I'd be without him in my life.

I just walk out of my house with my car keys in hand, starting the car and driving down the same route I've driven so many time I can basically do it in my sleep.

I make sure to text him beforehand, letting him know to prepare himself for a lot of frustrated ranting, but he was used to it by now.

"And it's like I can never talk to her about anything anymore because it always somehow ends up in a heated argument about politics, racial issues, or of course, the LGBT community. Like, I have no idea how much I can take before I explode and do something...not violent."

Will had his eyebrows raised, his shoulders tensed and looking like he was trying to be absorbed by his couch.

I had been ranting for about half an hour, pacing back and forth in his living room, scaring his poor pups with how my voice raised several octaves while speaking about the particularly upsetting parts, and my arms were pretty sore by how much I was waving them around. Jesus, no wonder Will looked scared.

I sighed. "Sorry, just had to get that off my chest before I imploded."

Will smiled. "It's okay, Y/n. Really. I was just afraid that story was going to end with you burying her in your backyard."

"No, at least, not yet." I chuckled, taking a seat next to Will, leaning on his shoulder.

"I'm really sorry you have to deal with that, I can't imagine how tired I'd feel living with someone like that." Will grabbed a hold of my hand gently, leaning his head on mine.

I wore a tight lipped smile, exhaling sharply through my nose. "It's not the greatest, but it could be worse."

"Doesn't make your situation any less valid."

"Yeah, yeah, I know...just like how she prays for me to see the light, I do the same for her. She doesn't appreciate it though. But, I guess that's fair considering I don't appreciate her thought and prayers."

Will turned to look at me, smiling softly. "You are perfect just the way you are. She's the one who has to change, not you, because you were made this way, just like everybody else who has their own orientations. One day, you'll be free of her. You'll be free to live however you want to live, and you'll be able to cut her out of your life if you choose to do so. You just have to be patient, but I promise, you'll be happy."

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I wrote this so I can be fine, so don't worry. I am fine. I promise.