Unus Annus

Unus Annus

As the channel comes to an end, I just wanna write down some final thoughts...

From the first video about cooking a breakfast with sex toys, I knew this channel was gonna be special...in many ways. I can proudly say that I watched every single video from the very start with care. I loved and will cherish all of them in my memory...yes, even the pee videos.

Moving on...

I’ve had so much fun on this year long journey. Many of the videos made me laugh so hard I cried. Actual tears going down my face. I loved every second of of Mark and Ethan’s goofs and gaffs, and especially all the heartfelt moments.

I can’t say I have a favorite video, but the first video will always have a special place in my heart. But, I will share a couple of my favorite screenshots that always gives me the fuckin' giggles...

...it's just something about the HeeHoo face...

Thankfully, I bought a few merch items from the store so I can have them to remember the channel by. Though, in terms of the five stages of grief, I'm still in the depression phase and I have a feeling it'll be a long road towards acceptance. I'm sad, but I'm still so happy I got to be a part of this funny community for a whole year.

Memento Mori.

Unus Annus.

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 1 of 16

Become so obsessed with this boy recently ughh 😅

(not my gif btw)

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Gally hated change.

Everyone knew this.

So, it wasn’t too surprising that when the first girl in over two years got sent up in the Box, Gally didn’t take it too well.

He thought it would change things drastically. And it did, in a way.

Of course, all the guys in the Glade were fascinated by the human, having no memories of interacting with girls before they got sent up in the Box.

It was overwhelming for you, to say the least. Having all these guys ogle at you just because they were curious. Having no memories was overwhelming obviously, not knowing anything except your name and that you were now trapped in a glorified prison.

It took awhile for you to get used to everything, like everyone else. Alby’s usual stern tone when explaining most things to Greenies softened at your expense, but you didn’t know any better and just thought he was always nice.

It seemed that most of the Gladers tried their best to be overly nice to you. Even Gally tried not to be his usual douche self around you, albeit begrudgingly and not doing a very good job, but to the point where everyone else noticed his forced semi pleasant attitude around you.

Though Gally came to terms with a female being in the Glade eventually, he still went out of his way to avoid you at all costs. He didn’t hate you, per say, but he wasn’t in a hurry to be friends.

Of course, life had a way of screwing with people.

It just so happens that you were pretty good with your hands. So, when it came time to see if you were a Builder, you pretty much excelled in that area, much to Gally’s dismay.

Gally warmed up to you pretty quickly after working together for a week or so. He realized that you followed orders better than any slinthead that was currently working with him. To say he appreciated it would’ve been an understatement.

He still at you for any sliver of incompetence at any given moment.

You found yourself strangely attracted to his fiery personality. The Gladers didn’t really think much of him looks wise, but you thought him to be more handsome than any of the other Gladers.

Despite being a pretty damn good Builder, you still found yourself distracted by the everchanging maze.

It wasn’t like you wanted to be a Runner by any means, you pretty much thought the opposite. Building was definitely your calling, and you were content with the job. But just something about the maze, it almost felt like it was calling to you.

Every night, you’d have these horrible dreams. It was hard to place them whenever you woke up, but you remembered bits and pieces when you tried to think back on them hard enough.

It was strange to remember seeing Gally at one point. You remembered him in some sort of water, looking so scared. You happened to wake up crying after that dream, but thankfully no one seemed to notice, or care to notice.

The most prominent thing you took away from your dreams was one simple phrase that repeated over and over and over again.

“Wicked is good.”

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More to come soooooon 😊

My sister said that Mark is such a princess (referencing "Del Monte Is Dead To Me), and she couldn't be more right😂

She’s Real - Patrick Hockstetter (IT)

Literally no idea why, I have nothing else to post right now and I made this when I was having a bad day.

It’s Patrick, don’t expect anything good or wholesome to come from this. That’s the warning.

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It was a normal school day for Patrick, terrorizing the Losers, being Henry’s right hand man, wondering when he’s ascend to the heavens to truly take the role of god that he knew he was. Yep, just a normal day.

Something felt different though, he could feel it and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the unfamiliar face he saw walking down the halls of the school.

Patrick had never seen this girl before, she must’ve been new. Fresh meat, he thought. The only other new kid was Ben, and they always had trouble finding him. Little bastard had skills for avoiding people.

Henry looked over at Patrick, they both had sinister smiles painted on their faces. Vic and Reggie blindly followed behind them, preparing themselves to do some terrorizing.

The girl jumped when her locker suddenly closed shut, revealing Henry and the rest of the gang.

She had heard of the bullies as soon as she entered the school grounds, mostly from Bill who told her he liked targeting the weaker kids, those including new students as well.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.” Henry sneered. “New girl, huh?”

The girl simply nodded, already not looking forward to the conversation.

“I assume you just moved into town?” He smiled.

The girl got really nervous when she heard the supposed bully’s sweet tone, knowing that he was apparently known for being cruel. She didn’t want to fall for his game, but she wanted to give them all the benefit of the doubt, being an open-minded person.

The girl forced a weak smile and nodded. “Moved here a few days ago.” Her voice cracked slightly, making her subtly clear her voice.

Patrick grinned. He heard the waver in her voice that the others didn’t, he could feel that she was nervous just in the presence of them. He looked her up and down, admiring her figure and immediately daydreaming about how he’d use this girl.

“What’s your name?” Henry asked.

“Avery.”

Patrick’s grin quickly left his face, a flood of memories coming back to him all at once, making his knees buckle slightly. Thankfully, no one noticed.

The rest of the bullies all watched in confusion as Henry kept up a somewhat decent conversation with Avery, not even insulting her once.

Patrick just wanted to get out of there so he could harass some Loser. He let out a sigh of frustration as soon as they walked away, and stormed up to Henry. “What the fuck was that? Why’d you keep talking to that cunt?”

“She seemed nice.” Reggie mumbled out, him quickly shutting up when Patrick threw him a harsh glare.

“I have a plan.” Henry started. “The chick’s a people pleaser, that much I can tell. So, she’s probably easy.”

The rest of the group finally understood his ulterior motive, but Patrick still felt rage inside of him.

“We’ll stay nice, for now. We’ll invite her to the dump and we’ll all get our turn with her.” Henry high fived the group, Patrick reluctantly giving one back.

He didn’t like it, not one bit. Avery was the only other real person that threatened him, but he took care of that. Now, he felt like the universe was against him, bringing another real person into the world without his say. Including the same name as his baby brother.

He needed to do something about it, and quick. That girl was not going to take his world away from him.

It took every ounce of willpower from Patrick to not snap the girl’s neck over the past week. Henry’s plan was being played out perfectly though. They had successfully gained Avery’s trust and friendship, and they actually got along. She didn’t know what kids were talking about when they called the group monsters. They sure didn’t act like monsters, not to her at least.

Avery noticed Patrick staring at her from the corner of her eye. He did that a lot. It kind of made her nervous, despite hanging out with the creepiest guys in the school. There was just something about his intense blue eyes, like he was staring into her soul.

She had always thought Patrick to be handsome, looking past his creepiness. The staring making her nervous, possibly in a good way. But she felt a darkness about him, that made her stay away from her attraction.

Patrick blinked when Henry snapped his fingers in front of his face. “The fuck’s up with you? Staring off into space or some shit.” Henry barked out.

Patrick scowled. “I’m fuckin’ bored just sitting here.”

Henry suddenly had an idea and grinned. “You know what? Why don’t we skip?”

Avery laughed. “And go where?”

“We have a special place where we hang out.” Henry nudged her shoulder. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Patrick had no idea why he didn’t want this to happen. Usually, he’d be all for Henry’s cruel plans, loving them as well. But the thought of all the boys taking their turns with Avery made him sick.

Avery hummed in thought. 

Say no. Say no.

“Sure, why not?” She shrugged and giggled.

Fuck.

All the boys and Avery piled into Reggie’s car, quickly speeding off from the school parking lot.

Henry made Avery sit in the back with him. Vic and Reggie were nervous by how Patrick kept glaring at Henry every once in a while. But they kept quiet.

Patrick hopped out of the vehicle with a huff, slamming the door shut.

Henry was like a leech, staying by Avery’s side without letting go. It made Patrick angry, but he kept it to himself. He just had to wait it out.

“Wow.” Avery awed, looking around. “Besides being a literal dump, this is actually a cool place to hang out.”

Henry wore an evil smirk that made Avery uncomfortable when she turned around to look at him, especially the next words that came out of his mouth. “Okay boys, who wants to go first?”

“What?” Avery stuttered.

Henry strolled over to the now scared girl, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. “Did you really think we were friends? We just wanna fuck you.”

Avery’s eyes widened, pushing the boy away harshly, making him scowl. “Get the fuck away from me!”

“This’ll go a lot easier if you just cooperate, doll.”

Patrick sighed when he saw her frightened face. “Let her be, Henry.”

Henry turned around to face his friend slowly. “The fuck did you just say, Hockstetter?”

Patrick was annoyed, storming up to the boy with the mullet and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “I said, leave Avery the fuck alone.” He spat, making Henry scared.

Vic and Reggie were shocked at Patrick’s actions, cowering in fear just like their leader. “Get the fuck outta here!” Patrick yelled at all the boys.

Henry quickly ran to the car, the other two following suit and driving off in a hurry.

After Patrick forced all his friends to leave, he turned back to Avery who was wearing a shocked and scared expression. “Why’d you do that?” She asked.

“I couldn’t let those assholes hurt you.” Patrick fussed, not even hiding that fact that he was pissed about it.

Avery paled. “Oh...” She paused, “well, thank you then.”

Patrick walked over to her and carefully sat her down. “I was actually hoping that you would’ve said no to coming here.”

“Why? Why’d you do this for me?”

Patrick looked Avery straight in the eyes, with that same intense stare, making her blush. “You’re different. I can feel it.”

Avery furrowed her brows. “Different? I’m just a girl.”

Patrick shook his head. “No...you’re real.”

Before Avery could ask what that meant, Patrick leaned in and planted a rough kiss on her lips. Avery was shocked. She knew she shouldn’t have enjoyed it, but she did and relaxed into the kiss.

Patrick brought a large hand up to her neck and squeezed gently, making sure not to hurt her. He pulled away slightly to whisper two words that made Avery confused. “I’m sorry...”

Avery’s eyes widened when she felt both Patrick’s hands squeeze her throat tightly, blocking her airways.

Patrick pulled away from the kiss to look at her with slight remorse. “You are real, Avery. And because you’re real, you threaten me.”

Avery was too busy trying to claw Patrick’s hands away to even register what he was saying.

“If you weren’t different, maybe things could be okay. But you’re not. Only I can be here, that’s why I had to kill my baby brother. He would’ve done the same to me if he ever got the chance.”

Soon, Avery stopped trying to fight. Her face was turning purple, her eyes turning blood red. Patrick remembered his brother’s face when he suffocated. It strangely...beautiful.

Patrick watched as Avery’s arms pitifully fell limp to her sides and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She stopped moving. She stopped trying to gasp for air.

It was a few seconds that Patrick held on, but then he slowly released his grip. He felt a sense of a accomplishment when the girl didn’t move, at all.

Patrick didn’t have to worry anymore. 

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Sorry, I don’t know what y’all expected🙃

Having Fun While Phrogging - Alec (I See You 2019) 18+

I’m so nervous about this election dude, so I wrote this to help ease my nerves I guess. Warning: Smut at the end

NSFW...DON”T JUDGE ME>

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Phrogging was exhilarating, for obvious reasons. The thrill of breaking into a house at the perfect time, living in someone else’s house right under their nose...the thrill of possibly being caught.

While it was a hobby that keep you on your toes constantly, it was also a way of life for some people. Specially you.

You had been couch hopping for a few months before finding out about phrogging. You instantly fell in love with the idea. It definitely was more appealing than being a burden to some friend’s couch.

It didn’t take you long to get the hang of it. You had a pattern: find a rich person’s house, break in when they weren’t home, and stay for a few days before finding the next house. Pretty simple plan.

You were pretty much homeless, thus the phrogging. Your friend Alec was pretty much the only person that ever invited you to live with him so you didn’t have to couch hop, but again, you didn’t want to be a burden.

Once he heard that you engaged in phrogging, he wanted in. He wanted in so bad, and you had no idea why he’d want to even try the lifestyle.

He hounded you so much, and frankly, it was fucking annoying. So you obliged for once and just let him tag along for the ride. Just once.

But Alec had a condition. You had to laugh. HE had a condition? For fuck’s sake.

Alec wanted to choose the house.

You admitted that you was kinda tried of choosing which houses to temporarily live in. So, you were fine with it.

Alec chose the Harper’s.

To be honest, you hated the Harper’s. They were stuck up, so rich they didn’t know what to do with their money. Spending it all on bullshit, keeping it all to themselves. You never even heard and saw them to anything for charity in their miserable lives. Oh yeah, and the husband gave you the creeps.

You didn’t want to live at the Harper’s, even for a few days. Mostly because you were afraid of trashing the place, and that wasn’t how phrogging worked. But, oh well.

The thrill welled up quickly inside you as you waited for Mrs. Harper’s car to pull out of the driveway.

You and Alec quickly ran to the house, entering through the closing garage door. A pretty clean execution.

“Whoa, we did it!” Alec grinned at you widely.

“Yeah, we did.” You laughed breathlessly. “Well, shall we explore our new home?” You smirked.

You and Alec entered the house out of the garage, it was huge and absolutely gorgeous. “Jesus Christ, these people are fucking loaded.”

“No shit.” Alec sneered.

You walked to the large windows that took up almost half the wall, looking out to the ocean. “Look at the view! That’s so nice.” You awed.

“They don’t deserve this.” Alec mumbled, but you overheard and chuckled.

You and Alec parted ways to explore your temporary home, ascending the stairs to see just how nice the bedrooms probably were.

You furrowed your brows when you saw just how many pictures this family hung on their walls. It was off putting, mostly because your parents never did that kind of thing. Like, ever.

“Hey.”

“Ah!” You yelled, seeing Alec behind you. “You scared me!”

“Not my fault you were staring off into space. Why were you looking at these creepy photos anyways?”

You shrugged, laughing it off nervously. “I don’t know. It’s just odd.”

Alec grinned. “Right?”

The house just seemed to keep going and going, you were sure you’d get lost in a house this big. You went to the right, Alec going off by himself. You climbed yet another set of stairs, entering a bedroom. You chuckled as you saw the bed. It looked like it hadn’t been slept in for years.

You took a look around the room, seeing a little door. You opened it to see a storage/attic area. Perfect...

“Alec! I think I found our room!” You called out, walking down to find Alec already walking up the stairs. “Guest room.” You giggled, throwing yourself on the bed.

As soon as your body made contact, a layer of dust seemed to bounce off. You coughed, then chuckled at the situation. “The sheets are covered in a layer of dust!” You laughed.

“Didn’t you say we had to sleep somewhere out of sight?” Alec asked.

“Oh, yeah!” You stood up from the bed, skipping over the that little door. “At night, we shall sleep in here.” You said in an atrocious fake British accent, and opened the door.

Alec cringed at the accent, but entered the attic anyway. He looked around and sighed. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

You grinned. “Nope.” You frowned when you felt your stomach growl, Alec sent a questioning look your way. “Mm, I’m hungry.”

You descending the stairs and made your way to the kitchen without another word. You didn’t bother to look if Alec was following you, your body needed sustenance asap.

After making a bowl of cereal, you went back upstairs but seeing Alec was nowhere to be found. You shrugged it off, as at this time of day, it was safe to walk around without fear of getting caught. You just hoped he wouldn’t break anything.

You sat with your back to the door, eating your food and invested in some magazine that had been laying on the nightstand. You didn’t even notice Alec walking up the stairs.

You screamed when Alec yelled in your ear and shaking your shoulders. You turned and almost screamed again when you saw the creepy ass mask he was wearing. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Stop scaring me!” You whined, trying to slow your heartbeat down.

Alec wore a shit eating grin when he took off the mask, clearly amused by your panic. “Sorry.” He laughed, clearly not sorry. “You were just so distracted and it was the perfect opportunity!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile as you would’ve done the same thing if given a chance. “Okay, okay...it was a little funny.”

Alec smiled and poked your cheek. “Right?”

You pushed Alec slightly, trying to hide the rosiness of your cheeks. “Just don’t do it again, okay?”

Alec placed his hand over his heart in fake offence. “I would do no such thing!”

You simply just smiled in response, causing Alec to smile back at you.

For a moment, you and Alec just stayed there, softly smiling at each other. You couldn’t help but glance down at his lips a few times, causing Alec to smirk and lean closer to you. “You know,” Alec started, “I’m sure things will get quite boring staying here all day with nothing to do.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, I heard that only boring people get bored.”

“Oh, so you think I’m boring?” Alec grinned.

“Absolutely.” You teased playfully.

You gasped as Alec pinned you to the bed, him hovering over you. “I’ll just have to fix that, won’t I?”

You tried not to squirm as Alec traced his long slender fingers down your torso, making their way to the hem of your shirt and lifting it up gently. His cold fingers made you shiver, but it was nice. “You’re always so cold.” You giggled.

“Don’t worry, they’ll get warmed up soon.”

Alec leaned down, gently placing his lips on top of yours as he grazed your bra covered breast. You moaned quietly as he squeezed the fatty flesh, caressing your face gently as he continued moving his lips against yours.

You tried to relax, trying not to think about the possibility of getting caught by the owners of the home. But hey, that’s part of the fun right?

You helped Alec remove your shirt, revealing your black bra. You smirked when you saw him lick his lips at the sight of you, making you feel confident about your endowment. You lifted yourself off the bed slightly and unclipped your bra. Alec immediately taking a nipple into his mouth as soon as the under clothing was off.

Alec’s mouth made you sigh in pleasure, making your head spin as he bit you and pulled lightly.

Everything was happening so fast that you didn’t even realize the hand that was traveling down and into your jeans. You gasped as Alec gently rubbed your most sensitive spot, him smirking down at you as you squirmed in pleasure.

“You like that, huh?” He teased, you only gave him a hurried nod. “Sorry, what was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, Alec! I love it.” You cried out, not wanting him to stop.

Alec leaned down to passionately kiss you again, and you could feel him proudly smirking against you.

You sighed as Alec pushed one of his long fingers inside you, curling his fingers and hitting the right place. You moaned loudly as he pushed in and out of you, rubbing your clit at the same time with his thumb at a vigorous pace.

You gripped his bicep roughly, feeling that you needed to hold on to something as you felt yourself quickly climbing to your peak. “Fuck, Alec-” You whined, involuntarily thrusting up against his hand as the pleasure became insanely intense. “Please, don’t stop.”

Alec smiled softly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, grasping at his long dirty blonde hair. He watched your face intently, seeing how your eyebrows furrowed together, how you bit your lip harshly, and feeling you cling onto him like you never wanted to let him go.

Alec sped up his pace even faster, making you moan loudly as you felt your climax building and building fast due to his talented fingers.

“Alec, I’m gonna- fuck!” You cried, your eyes tearing up as intense burning heat flowed throughout your entire body. Your legs shaking as the waves of your orgasm hit you in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

Alec pulled his fingers away to not overstimulate you, him bringing up his other hand to push away some of your hair that had gotten in your face.

You goofily smiled up at him, your eyes glazed over from the intensity. You were about to lean up to kiss him, but you both suddenly heard a door slam.

You both jumped up out of the bed, quickly grabbing your discarded clothes and hiding in your designated base. A few minutes later, you finally let out a sigh in relief, thankful you didn’t get caught.

You quickly put your bra and shirt back on, eliciting a whine from Alec. “What?” You grinned.

Alec shrugged and pouted. “I didn’t even get to fuck you.”

You smiled bashfully. “Don’t worry, we have all the time in the world.”

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Tbh I felt like I had to add a GIF cause some people might confuse this Alec with another Alec from Shadowhunters (?? never saw the show so) I don’t know if I’ll add GIFs to future posts tho, maybe I will

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 6 of 16

Kinda OOC Gally at the beginning, but I can do what I want, shuck you!

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(not my GIF <3)

You groaned as the dawn of a new day hit you directly in the face. You absolutely hated mornings, and the ever increasing ache in your back from sleeping in the dirt didn’t make things any better. But, you just kept telling yourself that you get out of the Slammer this morning.

You sat up to see Thomas already awake, fiddling with some pieces of grass that managed to grow inside the cell. “Hope you slept better than I did.” You yawned, hearing a couple satisfying cracks when you stretched out.

Thomas chuckled softly. “No, not really.”

You hummed in thought. “That can’t be good, not getting a good sleep, especially since you’re a Runner now.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it.” He huffed.

Minho’s slightly silhouetted figure walking towards the cells caught your attention, and you moved closer to the wooden bars that separated the cells. “Be careful today, yeah? Don’t do anything stupid.” You told Thomas with concern etched onto your face.

Thomas looked confused for a moment, but then nodded once. “I’ll try not to.”

“Y’all look cozy in there.” Minho joked. “Sure you don’t wanna sit this one out?”

“Come on man, get us outta here.” Thomas chuckled.

The cool morning mildew on the grass tickled at your ankles as you hopped out of your cell, the chill giving you goosebumps over your arms. “Good luck out there.” You told the boys.

“What are you, our mother?” Minho sassed, making you roll your eyes.

“We’ll be careful.” Thomas reassured, and you gave him a grateful smile and then giving Minho a sharp glare, which only made him grin.

You watched as the maze doors opened yet again, like clockwork, feeling a clench in your gut as Minho and Thomas ran in. You wished you weren’t such a worrier.

You shook your head, he’s gonna be fine. They both are. But first order of business you made for yourself, you wanted to check in on Alby. Maybe whoever was watching over him a break, if the shank needed it.

Second was to find Chuck, give him that hug that you promised him the night before. You weren’t one to like breaking promises, no matter how tedious it may be. But you could see him at lunch, give him the hug and half your slop that Frypan would serve today.

For all the jokes, you actually enjoyed his cooking, not that you had anything else to compare it to.

Third, you really wanted to sleep in your nice hammock. But since you couldn’t, not until it was the time anyway, you just planned to work just like any other day. Go and build whatever the shuck you were building today.

Heading over to the Med-jacks, you saw a few of your fellow Builders heading over to the Homestead, one of the boys giving you a friendly smile as he passed. Odd, you thought, shouldn’t they be on the way to the Builder’s station? Well, it wasn’t like you were at the moment, so you had no reason to judge you supposed.

You greeted Jeff at the door to Alby’s room. “How is he?” You asked.

Jeff sighed. “Still passed out. Clint’s watching over him right now.”

“Does he need a break or anything?”

Jeff smiled a little. “He just switched out, he’s good to go for a couple hours. Thanks though.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded, turning back to exit the building, heading over to the Builder’s area.

You smiled to yourself when you saw Gally, his brow furrowed that signaled that he was intensely focused on whatever he was doing. You still didn’t see any other Builders around. “Hey, Gal.” You greeted.

Gally quickly snapped his head towards you with a smile, subtly standing in front of the work bench that had a couple blueprints scrawled over it. “Sleep well?” He teased, knowing fully well you didn’t.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You responded sarcastically. “So, where is everyone? Do we not have work today or something?”

“Uh, no, we do. Just fixing up some broken flooring in the Homestead.”

“Oh. Well, let’s head on over there then.” You went to start walking over, but Gally stopped you

“No, wait,” Gally stuttered, making you look back at him in slight shock. He never stuttered. “Uh, not us.”

You furrowed your brows with a nervous chuckle. “Why is that?”

“Uh, well, uh,” Gally stuttered a bit more, it was starting to concern you.

“Gal, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He said quickly, making you try to stifle another chuckle. He sighed frustratingly.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Should you go see Jeff?”

“Yes, I’m fine, really. I just...ah, shuck it, I’m no good at this.” He took a deep breath. “Remember how you said that you wanted your own place to sleep, away from the Homestead?”

It took a bit of memory retrieval, but you remembered. It was around the first week of being in the Glade. “Yeah, I remember. Especially when you said, ‘Oh, the Homestead not good enough for you, princess?’”

Gally cringed at himself. “Can we just pretend I didn’t say that?”

You giggled and nodded. “Sure thing, Captain. So, why do you ask?”

Gally smirked and moved to the side, allowing you to see the messy blueprint that he was blocking, revealing measurements for a rushed looking drawing of some sort of hut.

You gasped and snapped you head to look at Gally’s slightly flustered face. “Gally.” You said in shock.

Gally scratched the back of his neck and turned his focus to the blueprint. “It’s not much, I know. I sorta made a rough draft of a plan last night when you were in the Pit. Only being here for a short time, I figure you probably aren’t used to sleeping in the same building with a bunch of ugly dudes.” He chuckled nervously.

“Gally...”

“Ah, you hate it, don’t you? I just wanted to make up for getting you punished yesterday. I can do something else if-”

“Gally!” You interrupted with a huge grin on your face.

“W-What?”

You shook your head gleefully. Gally flinched when you threw your arms around his neck, paralyzing him in shock. “I love it, Gally. Thank you.” You grinned into his shoulder.

Gally slowly brought his arms around you and leaned into your embrace, sighing in relief that you didn’t just tear up the blueprints in rage. “Good...that’s good.” He whispered breathlessly.

You pulled away from the hug, still wearing a grin on your face, the muscles starting to ache since it’s been a while since you’ve smiled so much. “Are we gonna get to build it today?” You asked while bouncing on the balls of your feet, causing Gally to smile at your childlike excitement.

“Yeah, at least the foundation. It’s kinda why I wanted it to be just us building it, without those other shanks, you know.” He chuckled. “Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, of course! Where we building it?”

“I was thinking near the tree line maybe? Near the gardens? It’s quiet there most of the time.”

“Sounds good. Let’s get started then.” You smiled, going over the blueprint to see how the framing would be set up and how long the measurements for how long the planks should be. It was a fairly simple structure, probably only would take a few days to build. Maybe four, if all went well.

You were excited. You’ve always wanted a place for yourself, but always thought yourself selfish for thinking it. It took a lot of self control for you to not do more than just hug Gally however. Just seeing how nervous he was about his plan, since he was usually so confident in everything he does. You’ll be honest, it was super sweet to see.

Gally felt elated after seeing you get so excited about something he made, well, planned to make. If he could’ve made the hut for you overnight, then he would’ve. But he felt so tired after spending a couple hours coming up with a decent blueprint. He was only one guy after all.

Gally didn’t realize he was staring at you sawing a piece of wood until you smiled at him, sweat beading at your forehead. He quickly felt the blood rush to his cheek and tried to focus back on his own task. He hated how flustered only you could make him.

After a couple hours sawing and nailing pieces of boards together to make a wooden foundation, Gally called for a little break just to look it over before moving on.

It was a floorless frame, but you could already imagine what it would be like to sleep alone without a bunch of snoring boys around you.

You looked to Gally to see him already looking at you with a soft smile. “What?” You smiled.

Gally simply shook his head, locking eyes with you before clearing his throat. “Lunch will be soon. We should go wash up.”

You nodded bashfully. “Yeah, Thomas and Minho should be back soon too.”

Gally rolled his eyes at the mention of Thomas, but nodded anyway. “Let’s see what that shank did now.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the comment.

You and Gally stood together at the maze doors with some of the other Gladers, all confused by the loud shifting sounds from inside the Maze. You smiled in relief when you saw the two Runners rounding the corner of the corridor and swiftly entering the Glade. “Well, what the hell’s going on out there?” Newt quickly asked the exhausted boys.

“Yeah, the hell you’ve done now, Thomas?” Gally asked, making you glare at him.

“We found something. A new passage, we think it could be a way out.” Thomas explained.

You quickly jogged to catch up with Thomas. “Are you serious?”

“It’s true.” Minho panted. “We opened a door, something I’ve never seen before. Think it must be where the Grievers go during the day.”

“Whoa, wait.” Chuck said. “What, you’re saying you found the Grievers home? And you want us to go in?”

“Their way in could be our way out, Chuck.” Thomas replied.

“Yeah, or, there could be a dozen Grievers on the other side. The truth is, Thomas doesn’t know what he’s done, as usual.” Gally expressed angrily, causing Thomas to quickly confront him.

“Yeah, well, at least I did something, Gally. I mean, what have you done, huh? Aside from hide behind these walls all the time?” Thomas snapped.

“Thomas...” You spoke up, trying to stop the argument.

“Let me tell you something, Greenie, you’ve been here three days, alright? I’ve been here three years-”

“Yeah, you’ve been here three years and you’re still here, Gally!” Thomas interrupted. “Alright, so what does that tell you, man? Maybe you should start doing things a little differently.”

“Thomas!” You snapped, sighing in frustration when they kept arguing, then noticing Teresa walk up to the crowd that surrounded the arguing pair.

“Hey!” Teresa finally interrupted the pair. “It’s Alby. He’s awake.”

“He is?” You asked. She nodded, turning back to the Med-jacks infirmary.

Thankfully, Gally and Thomas stopped bickering for the sake of being there for Alby. You tried not to glare at both the boys, so you just walked behind with Newt. “You alright?” He asked.

You sighed. “Yeah...” You glanced down to his leg. “How about you?” You tried not to mention how obvious his limp was today, knowing it was a touchy subject, but he knew what you were asking anyway.

“Just a bit more sore than usual. That’s all.” Newt weakly smiled.

Gally kept glancing back at you as you all were walking to the infirmary, but you kept your eyes to the ground.

“Has he said anything yet?” You asked Teresa as you entered Alby’s room.

“No.” She sighed.

“Alby.” Newt called out softly, slowly sitting down beside the stoic boy. “Alby, you alright?”

Alby didn’t respond. He just sat there, looking straight forward with tears in his eyes.

Thomas moved passed you to kneel in front of Alby. “Hey, Alby. We might’ve just found a way out of the Maze. You hear me? We could be getting out of here.”

Alby gently shook his head. “We can’t.” He whispered tearfully. “We can’t leave. They won’t let you.”

Thomas glanced back at the group for a moment. “What’re talking about?”

“I remember.”

“What do you remember?” Thomas asked, his voice wavering slightly.

Alby turned to look at Thomas. “You.” He said, making everyone turn to look at the shocked boy. “You were always their favorite, Thomas. Always.”

A commotion from outside caused you to lose on the conversation. What the hell was going on? When the shouting got louder, you ran outside, everyone else quickly following behind.

It was getting dark outside, a bunch of Gladers lighting up torches and running around in a frenzy. “What the hell is going on?” Thomas asked Winston.

“The doors, they aren’t closing.”

You looked to the doors and he was right, they weren’t closing. You and Gally gave each other worried looks, but you quickly followed after Thomas to stand in front of the doors. “I don’t understand. Why aren’t they closing?” You voiced, mostly to yourself, but you never got a response as an ear splitting clank echoed around the Glade.

You all looked in the direction of the noise, behind you, and what you saw was terrifying. Birds flying away in the distance as you all saw another entrance to the Maze opening up, the lack of use making it squeal and grind against the aligned stone pavement.

You didn’t even know there were other entrances, and by the look of everyone else’s faces...they didn’t either. You only noticed Gally moving you closer to him when another piercing clank echoed.

To the right, another entrance opening. Then one more...all four sides of the Maze were open.

“Okay, Chuck, I want you to go to council hall and start barricading the doors.” Thomas said.

“Winston, you go with him.” Newt said.

“Get the others. Tell them to go to the forest, go hide, now!” Gally ordered.

“Teresa, Y/N,” Thomas voiced, “we’re gonna go get Alby, okay?”

You were about to nod in agreement, but Gally grabbed your arm. “No, she’s staying with me.”

You didn’t have time to protest when all of a sudden, a bunch of Gladers to the left started running away screaming. A shrill howl was heard from where you all were standing. You all looked down the entrance to see a Griever, a real live Griever.

“Alright, everybody hide!” Thomas yelled.

“Come on!” Gally yelled, grabbing your hand and quickly forcing you to run with him.

It was the complete opposite direction of Thomas and Teresa, but you couldn’t hesitate or else you’d be Griever food. You just had to trust that they’d be safe, so you followed Gally.

You weren’t used to running for your life, you never had to, not from horrifying monsters. You probably weren’t the best runner, but you did your best to keep up with Gally and the two other Gladers that followed him.

You heard screams all around you, itching so bad to help whoever needed help. You teared up at the thought of your friends dying in pain, but you had to be selfish. You wiped away tears that were blurring your vision. Looking to the left of you, you saw a Glader, who you couldn’t remember the name of, injured, desperately trying to crawl to safety.

“Fuck...” You whispered to yourself, before turning to help the kid.

“Y/N, no!” Gally yelled, briefly stopping before making it to the Box.

You quickly made it to the boy, quickly seeing lacerations all over his body. “Help me...” He said pitifully, blood seeping out of his mouth. You didn’t hesitate as you helped onto his feet, the weight of him quickly slowing you down as he wasn’t that much help.

Gally looked on in panic as you stupidly played hero. His panic only grew more as he saw a Griever spotted you two. “Y/N, you gotta leave him! Now!”

You looked behind you to see a Griever quickly catching up to you and the nameless Glader. You looked to the boy with panicked eyes, seeing that he was on the verge of unconsciousness.

You let out a sob as you dropped the boy to the ground, the Griever quickly finishing the job and gnashing him up with its jagged razor sharp teeth.

You being able to run full speed gave Gally a smidge of relief, but you were so full of guilt that you couldn’t focus on how fast you were running. “Hurry!” Gally’s voice snapped you out of your your own head and you soon ran at full speed, but it was too late.

You yelped as the Griever wrapped its tail around your ankle, tripping you and making you plummet to the ground.

You rolled over to see one of the Griever’s metal legs open up to reveal a syringe, but just in time, you dodged and rolled away, only to be trapped beside another leg. The Griever looked at you, almost tauntingly, before opening up its disgusting mouth, causing its thick drool to pour out of its mouth heavily onto your face.

You couldn’t believe you were about it die by this ugly thing, with the most disgusting thing you’ve ever tasted in your mouth, besides Frypan’s food.

But death never came.

Before the monstrous creature could tear you to shreds, you heard it screech in pain and you felt yourself being harshly pulled out from underneath the Griever. “Gally?”

“You’re so shucking stupid!” Gally huffed, carrying you to the Box in his arms.

You were quickly placed in the arms of another Glader as Gally hopped in the Box and closed the doors, quickly shushing everyone.

You were gently placed down on the floor, and you suddenly noticed the throbbing pain in your leg. You lifted your pant leg up to see blood seeping out of multiple cuts up your lower leg.

After it was quiet for a few minutes, Gally finally exhaled harshly. The only thing your mind focused on was the distant screams of your fellow Gladers. Please be okay, you thought to yourself. “What the hell were you thinking?” Gally scolded, but still aware to keep his voice at a low volume even when he wanted to scream at you.

Knowing that he definitely wasn’t addressing that to the other Gladers, you lifted your gaze up to Gally’s enraged face. “I thought I could help him...” You whispered, looking back down to the floor in guilt and shame.

Gally quickly kneeled down to your level and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him.  “You almost died. You almost fucking died. Look at your fucking leg. You’re lucky it was only your leg.”

You harshly pushed Gally’s hand away, making his glare increase if that was even possible. “Well, I’m alive so...”

Gally gave you an incredulous look and stood up to pace around the Box.

Your bottom lip trembled, your face felt sticky. You lifted up the hem of your shirt to get at least some of the Griever’s drool off your face. You cringed when you pulled away the fabric, seeing that it mostly took off the drool. At least it wasn’t on your face anymore. 

Gally sighed when he saw you looking over your wounds, his face softening slightly. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if you had been killed...

“Hey, Gally. It sounds like the Grievers are gone.” One of the Gladers said.

Gally leaned up and slightly peaked out the top of the Box. “I see everyone outside. Let’s go.” Gally said.

The same Glader helped you to your feet, you having a slight limp. You reluctantly took Gally’s hand and he pulled you up, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. “You okay?” He asked softly.

You nodded, testing out the strength of your wounded leg. “Just a flesh wound.” You said, hissing in pain when you put too much pressure on your leg. 

Gally’s scowl came back when he saw your pained face. “This is all his fault.” He spat.

You immediately knew who he was talking about. “No, Gal-”

“It’s his fucking fault.” He turned to walk to council hall, leaving you to follow after him with your limp.

Gally stormed up to council hall, quickly finding Thomas in the crowd. It was hard to keep up with him, but you managed, and you were close enough to see him ball up fist tightly.

“Gally, no!” You shouted when he pulled is fist back and swiftly collided it with Thomas’ face, him immediately falling to the ground.

A few Gladers quickly started to hold Gally back. “This is all you, Thomas!” He fought. “Look around!”

“Hey, back up, Gally. It’s not Thomas’ fault!” Minho quickly defended.

You felt helpless as you watch the chaos ensure, you didn’t know what to do.

“You heard what Alby said! He’s one of them!”

“One of who?!”

“He’s one of them and they sent him here to destroy everything, and now he has! Look around, Thomas! Look around! This is your fault! Everything has been your fault! You’ve gotten us killed! Y/N almost died because of you!” He ranted.

Thomas quickly looked to you, soon noticing your leg, how your blood was bleeding through your pant leg. Jeff quickly went to you with bandages already out, gently sitting you down on the grass as he tried to help you.

“Maybe he’s right...” You faintly heard Thomas say.

You looked to him in confusion, your eyes widening in panic as he was holding a Griever stringer. “Thomas?”

“Thomas, no!” You screamed as Thomas strung himself. Even if you were injured, you crawled your way to the now convulsing boy, along with everyone else. “Chuck, get the other syringe!” Teresa ordered.

“Thomas, you stupid shank.” You cried.

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Oof