Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Jealousy - Tate Langdon

For the sweet Anon who requested this 😊

Hope you enjoy

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Ever since dying in the godforsaken house, you had no choice but to stay there forever.

Except on Halloween.

To be fair, it wasn’t all that bad. Your best friend, Tate, definitely kept you company ever since you died. He was understanding about your feelings of loneliness and hatred towards the house. You may have even developed a slight crush on him, but you tried to ignore it for the sake of your friendship.

Since it was the only day you got to be somewhat free, you loved to make the most of your time out of the house.

Usually you’d go to some college party, have some random hookup, go cliff diving, and just doing basically anything outside of the supposed Murder House.

You usually went alone, all the other ghosts of the house going their separate ways until midnight. But this time, Tate wanted to go with you. It was fine with you, as long as he didn’t get in the way of your fun.

You and Tate walked up and down the streets of some rich neighbourhood, checking out to see if any parties were going on. “I don’t see why we have to find a party. Can’t we just like, scare some trick-or-treaters?” Tate complained.

You snorted. “I don’t wanna be anywhere near some stupid snotty kids. I actually wanna have some fun.”

“And going to some frat party is fun to you?”

“Not the party, per say. More like al the hot people that will be there.”

Tate rolled his eyes, placing his hands in his pockets as he continued following after you. “Why can’t we hang out, just the two of us?”

“We already hang out, Tate.” You chuckled. “That’s literally all we do.”

“Are you saying you don’t like hanging out with me?” Tate frowned.

“No, Tate.” You whined. “I just hate being cooped up in the house all day everyday. It’s depressing as all hell.”

“Even with me there?”

“Oh, yeah. Especially with you there.” You smiled, causing Tate to let out a little giggle, knowing fully well that you were just joking.

Your feet carried you to a large house, bass so loud that you felt the vibrations underneath your feet, and lights bursting out of the windows that you could see a mile away.

Perfect.

Tate watched as you bounded up the stairs that led to the party house, sighing. He just wanted to hang out with you, do something fun outside the house. Not go to some party full of obnoxious drunk college teens that only worried about themselves, he’d probably love killing all of them.

But he chose to suck it up and keep his hand off his mental murder button and followed you inside.

A waft of booze and dope filled Tate’s nostrils, MC Hammer’s one hit wonder blaring through the speakers. Tate wanted death, almost forgetting he was already dead. He just really didn’t want to be there. Seeing your eyes light up when you took your first chug of beer made him smile at least.

Tate rolled his eyes and sipping at his cheap beer whenever any drunk girl tried to flirt with him. He kept his eyes on you, dancing with some Rolling Stones reject. He felt his hand at his side ball up tightly, not liking the way you smiled whenever the dude would whisper something in your ear.

All Tate wanted to dude was slit that guy’s throat and take you away from this place, keep you all to himself.

“Come on.” The tipsy brunette next to Tate whined. “I’m legal, baby, I promise.” She tried to flirt.

“Fuck off.” He snapped, making the girl flip him the bird and walked off to find an easier hookup.

Tate chugged the rest of his beer and threw the now empty solo cup to the floor. He scowled when he saw the dude pawing at your hips.

That was fuckin’ it.

Tate pushed through the decently sized crowd in the dance floor and grabbed your hand and tried pulling you away, but the dude stopped him. “Hey, what the hell, man? Get your own girl!” The dude yelled at Tate, his breath smelling of pot.

Tate kept his face calm, breathing heavily as to not lose his temper. He turned to you, “Y/N, this dude is such a loser. Don’t even waste your time.”

“Hey, she’s digging me, man.” The dude voiced obnoxiously, weakly pushing Tate.

“Back off.” Tate threatened.

“What’re you gonna do about it, pussy?”

You rolled your eyes, your hookup being ruined. “Tate, let’s just go.”

Tate had enough when the dude pushed him harder, causing him to stumble back slightly. He pulled back his balled up fist and collided it with the dude’s cheek, making you gasp. “Tate!” You scolded.

“Get a fuckin’ grip.” Tate spat at the now fallen dude. He turned back to you and grabbed your wrist. “Let’s get out of here.” He pulled you to the exit.

“Tate, what the hell was that?” You voiced loudly, pulling away from his grip once you were outside the building.

“The guy was pawing at you.”

“So?! I was consenting to it, man!”

Tate rolled his eyes. “You couldn’t done a lot better than that hippie, have some fuckin’ respect for yourself.”

“Oh, like you have respect for yourself, Mr. School Shooter?” You retorted, making Tate glare at you.

“Low blow. You know how much I hate myself for that.” He sighed, motioning to sit down on the steps leading up to the house.

You frowned, carefully sitting next to him. “I’m sorry...”

“Yeah...me too.”

You picked at your shoelaces, avoiding Tate’s gaze. “Why did you do that anyway? You know I like to have fun on Halloween.”

Tate sighed. “I know...I just got so angry seeing you with that tool.”

“Why?” 

Tate pouted. “Cause I wanted it to be me...”

You could’ve sworn that your heart skipped a beat, and you smiled softly. You gently placed your hand in his, squeezing lightly. “I’ll honest...I wanted it to be you too.” You chuckled softly.

Tate looked to you in shock, a blush rising to his cheeks as he grinned. “Really?”

You slowly leaned in, placing a tender hand on the back of Tate’s neck, gently pulling him forward, placing your lips on top his. “Really, really.” You giggled as you pulled away.

“Wow...I really wished I would’ve told you sooner.” He chuckled breathlessly.

“Well, now we have all the time in the world.”

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Best Friends - Julian Spitzer (Mrs. Fletcher)

So, I watched Mrs. Fletcher recently...and omg Julian is the absolute cutest soft boy ever. I lob him bery much.

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Julian and I met in high school. We were both somewhat of outcasts and had a lot of the same bullies, so we had a lot to bond over.

Besides sharing Brendon Fletcher as our main bully, we also got along really well and had even more things in common. Same interests in music and moral and such.

The first time we met was actually when he was getting pushed around by Brendon. I saw this and intervened. I wasn’t that picked on before that, but I pissed off Brendon and damaged his fragile male ego. So in turn, I got bullied a lot more.

Julian felt bad about it, so he tried to ignore me so that I wouldn’t get bullied by association. It just made me want to be his friend even more.

Over time, we kept each other’s backs every time we got harassed. Julian didn’t really have much of a choice to not be my friend at that point. But in the end, we bonded really well and he was glad he had someone to rely on.

Now that high school was over, it was a big stress reliever for both of us. We both decided to go to community college. Julian was very intelligent and I believed he could get into any Ivy League he wanted, but he was too scarred by high school to do so.

In my case however, I didn’t really have a great GPA due to some...depressive states during school. So, community college was really my only option, but I didn’t mind it all that much. At least I got to be with Julian.

Julian and I pretty much had all the same general education classes, which made us both happy. But we were able to choose an extra curricular course, that was the only class we differed from. He chose some writing class and I chose theatre.

I teased Julian that he could totally fit the role of theatre kid, but he wanted to write more. I just had to suck it up, we couldn’t be together 24/7...unfortunately.

Being so protective of each other, I kind of developed a major crush on him over the years. It was problematic at times. I made sure Julian stayed oblivious though, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

For some reason, Julian and I were at a party. An off to college type party. Surprisingly, Julian was the one who suggested it, to which I laughed until I realized he was serious.

I was absentmindedly circling the brim of my red solo cup filled with cheap, bitter beer. I wasn’t really a drinker, but I felt I had to be just a little bit buzzed to survive this party full of former jocks.

I didn’t really listen as Julian was keeping up a pleasant conversation with a couple people, feeling my apathy starting to act up.

I gasped when I felt the lukewarm beer splash in my face. I turned to see Brendon guffawing with his friends, finding it so hilarious that he kept throwing pieces of candy at me.

“What the fuck?” Julian shouted when he felt candy being thrown at him as well.

Brendon suddenly smiled wide. “Spitzer! Y/L/N!” He kept throwing candy at us. “That one was an accident, actually. Hold on.” He threw more.

“Oh, no. I’m being attacked by a cool guy with...candy.” Julian said, making you giggle the huff when you kept getting hit by the hardened sugar.

“Couldn’t you just bully us online? It’s like, what people do now.” Julian said.

Brendon smirked and walked up to us, throwing a wink my way. “Way more fun in person.”

I felt my blood boil just by looking at his face. “You’re gonna get to college and everybody’s gonna see exactly what you are, you know that right?” I spat, Julian looking at me proudly.

Brendon had a somewhat confused expression on his face, but chuckled. “That is some deep stuff, Y/N. Real deep.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to Julian. “Let’s just get out of here.” I said, taking his hand, but Brendon stopped us.

“Don’t, wait. Sorry, okay? Like...I feel like I was a dick to you, both of you. All though high school.” Brendon said.

I scoffed, remembering all the horrible shit he did to both of us. “Yeah?” Julian said.

“Uh, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Then why the hell were you even like that, huh?” I fussed at him.

Brendon avoided our eyes and looked down. “Ah, is that your phone?” He asked Julian.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Why don’t we end on a good note, take a picture.” Brendon forcefully grabbed Julian’s phone. “Let’s take a selfie, yeah?” He started to grab both of us, bringing us closer to his body.

Julian and I both struggled against the jock’s grip. I let out a frustrated huff when I felt Brendon’s hand grope my tit slightly. I knew it probably wasn’t an accident...asshole.

Brendon lifted up the phone and flipped the camera to selfie mode. “High school forever!” He said in a high pitched tone and snapped the picture, the product being blurry due to our struggle.

The douche finally let us both go. “Can I have my phone back now?” Julian asked annoyed.

“Yeah, of course.” Brendon said, dunking the phone into my red solo cup.

“Fucking asshole!” Julian yelled, immediately taking his now beer covered phone out of the cup. “Fuck.”

“You need some rice.” Brendon teased and walked away.

I huffed angrily, storming up to Brendon despite Julian’s protests. I tapped on his shoulder harshly and he turned around, wearing a smug smirk. “Eat shit, asshole.” I said, thrusting my cup up to his face.

Brendon’s face was drenched in beer, and my cup was now empty. He wiped the beer from his eyes and looked at me with a glare, raising his fist.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the painful impact, hearing the thud of colliding skin. But I didn’t feel any pain.

I turned to see Julian with a now bruised cheek. “Cunt.” Brendon spat as he passed me.

I quickly went to Julian, who was smiling slightly, showing his slightly blood coated teeth. “I’m so sorry, Julian.” I tried not to cry.

Julian shook his head. “Don’t be. Let’s just get out of here, like you said.”

I nodded, taking Julian’s hand once more and leading him out of the packed house and to my car. “Fucking limped dick asshole, piece of shit...” I continued mumbling profanities as I gripped my steering wheel tightly, making my knuckles turn white.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Julian looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “You good?” He asked nervously.

I huffed. “Yep. Perfect.”

“Uh...sure you are.”

“Brendon is such an asshole!” I raised my voice, making Julian flinch. “...sorry.”

The rest of the drive to Julian’s house was silent, not an uncomfortable silence but not comfortable either. “I’m sorry about tonight, Jules.” I whispered.

Julian smiled weakly, rubbing my shoulder gently. “At least he punched me and not you.” He said, making me blush. Thankfully, the headlights of the car didn’t illuminate my face that much.

“So, see you at school?” I smile at him.

Julian grinned and nodded. “I will.”

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The next couple days were a blur, just preparing for the first week of college classes. I was excited, mostly for the hopefully pleasant experience of meeting nice people and helpful professors.

And of course, seeing Julian.

I wanted to carpool with him, but he insisted on taking his skateboard everywhere during the day. Thankfully, he was going to allow me to drive him to his only night class.

I walked down the decently busy halls of one of the many college buildings on campus in search of my first class of the day. Having a little pep in my step as I finally found the right hallway.

I grinned when I saw Julian standing outside the classroom, playing on his phone. “Well, hi there, classmate!” I smiled, causing Julian to jump at my sudden greeting.

“Hey.” He smiled back, reaching his hand out. “Nice to meet you!” I rolled my eyes and shook his hand, deciding to play along. “You look very familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” He joked.

“Shut up.” I laughed, pushing his shoulder.

“Well, shall we?” Julian motioned to the almost empty classroom.

“We shall.”

And a day full classes later, I could finally relax in my car listening to music with Julian. “I didn’t think it would be so exhausting walking everywhere. The classes weren’t bad since it was just going over the syllabus, but the walking...” I huffed.

Julian chuckled. “Yeah, the walking around we’ll have to get used to.”

I turned to face Julian. “So, excited for this night class?”

Julian nodded. “Totally. Since it’s an extra curricular, I’ll probably enjoy it more.”

“Well, I’ll pick you up later then?” I asked.

“Yep.” He said, opening up the passenger side door. “Don’t be late, please.”

“Me? Late? Never?” I giggled.

As I entered my home, I thought about about taking a nap. But then if I did, I knew I’d sleep in late. Getting homework done early it is.

A few more hours pass and it was probably time to pick up Julian. I got back in my car and drove to his place, to see him already sitting on his porch. “Wow, you’re on time.” He teased.

“Oh, hush. I know how much you hate being late to things.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” He smiled, buckling his seatbelts.

“Have fun.” I told him as he got out of the car when we got to the college parking lot.

“I’ll try.” He smiled again, closing the door and heading inside the building.

I decided to go to a Starbucks to pass the time, since the class was only half an hour. I also didn’t feel like going home, plus it’ll save gas.

I looked at my phone to check the time. Eh, I could probably head back over just in case the class gets out early. It didn’t, but I waited in the parking lot anyway. Just playing on my phone, trying to distract myself. It caused me to jump when the passenger side door opened suddenly. “Oh! It’s just you.” I laughed.

Julian got in the car with a bashful smile. “It me.” He giggled.

“What’s got you all smiley?” I asked.

“Uh...” He started, “There was this...gorgeous woman in my class.”

My curious smile quickly fell, turning into a slight frown. “Oh, really?” I tried to sound happy.

“It’s uh, Mrs. Fletcher.”

The awkward silence was suddenly filled by my obnoxious laughter, making Julian frown. “Brendon’s mom? Isn’t she like, 50?”

“I don’t know...” Julian mumbled.

“Julian, you can’t be serious. Right?” Julian said nothing, thus making a silent confirmation that he was being serious. “Oh...” I frowned, suddenly feeling an ache in my chest. “Well...I’m happy for you then.”

...I guess.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Julian would go on and on about this Mrs. Fletcher every day. Which was annoying since I was with him almost every day. It took a lot for me to not yell at him to shut up, but wouldn’t do that to him...I hope.

It hurt a lot, knowing that Julian was into another girl...well, woman. All the times he talked about her, I wished it was about me instead.

It made me feel selfish for feeling that way. Mrs. Fletcher was probably a nice woman, compared to her son at least. But I keep thinking of ways to murd- “Y/N?”

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Julian. “Sorry, what?” I asked.

“You weren’t here.” He said, looking concerned.

I smiled weakly. “I’m here. I’m here.”

Julian didn’t look convinced, but shook his head. “Well, as I was saying, Eve isn’t 50. She’s 45. But she looks like she’s in her goddamn 20′s.”

“She’s probably made of plastic...” I mumbled out accidently.

“Hey!” Julian shouted, laughing off his slight offense.

“Sorry. It’s just...we’re supposed to be studying.” I sigh.

Julian held up his hands up in fake surrender. “You’re right. You’re right.” He looked back to his notes. “But one more thing-”

“Oh my god, Julian! I don’t wanna hear about Mrs. Fletcher and her perfect personality, perfect body, and her perfect everything! I’m fucking sick of hearing you go on and on about how much you like her and how you feel a connection!”

Julian looked at me with a shocked and hurt expression, making me sigh and rub my hands over my face. “Why?” He asked quietly.

“I...” I stuttered, sighing and standing up from the bed to gather up all my textbooks, quickly leaving his room before he even got a chance to ask why I was leaving.

I heard Julian run after me, but I made it to the door, promptly tripping over my own feet before I even made it to my car. My textbooks flew everywhere as I rolled over on my back with a groan, mostly hurt from embarrassment.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Julian quickly ran and kneeled beside me. “Please, tell me you’re okay.”

I sighed. “Yeah...yeah, I’m okay.” I sat up to meet Julian’s concerned puppy dog eyes.

“Why did you just leave like that, huh? What’s the matter with you?”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to pour out all my hidden feelings for this pretty boy. But I knew he wasn’t going to let me ignore him. “I like you, okay?” I said suddenly. “I hate listening to you talk about Eve cause I’m jealous. I want you to feel that way about me, not some woman who’s more than twice your age.

Julian stayed silent, making me sigh. “I do want you to be happy, Jules. And if that’s with Eve then...I just have to learn to accept it.” I paused. “I should go.” I whispered, lifting myself off the concrete.

Julian stayed crouched to the ground as I gathered my fallen textbooks and opened my car door to toss them in the backseat. “Y/N, wait.” I heard Julian say from behind me.

I reluctantly turned around to face him. “What is it, Jul-”

I was cut off by Julian placing his lips onto mine. My eyes widened, shocked about what was taking place. Julian pulled away, too fast.

“I’ve like you for such a long time, Y/N. Ever since you saved me from Brendon three years ago. I was into Eve because...well, I didn’t think you felt that way about me.”

My mouth hung open in shock, not knowing what to say. “I had no idea you felt that way about me either...obviously.” I chuckled nervously.

Julian smiled, tenderly rubbing my cheek with his thumb. He leaned in again, but I pulled back. “What about Eve?” I asked.

“I don’t care about her anymore. You’ve always been my number one.”

I smiled and blushed. We both leaned in at the same time, our lips colliding in a passionate kiss that was now filled with understanding and longing.

It took a lot of willpower to pull away from Julian, wanting to stay like this forever. “So, do you wanna be my boyfriend?” I asked timidly.

“Absolutely...girlfriend.”

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A bit of a stray from my previous post, jesus 😅

Dating Levi - Attack on Titan

Kinda weird assortment (head-canony), but here ya go. I made this like last year when I was obsessed with this man, so I thought I’d post it. Turns into an imagine at the end.

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You love Levi’s smile. You don’t see it often, but it makes your whole life brighter every time he does.

Levi loves your hands. When you joined the Survey Corps, your hands were so soft and smooth. Somehow, they’ve still kept their smoothness and Levi takes every opportunity to hold them.

You love that Levi lets you vent to him. No matter how stupid and petty the thing you’re upset about, he always listens to you.

You love when Levi calls you “brat.” Even if he means it as an insult, you still find it endearing.

You annoy Levi so that he calls you “brat.”

Levi loves that you love cleanliness. You make sure your room/desk/house/etc. is always tidy. But he also loves you can get your hands dirty when you need to.

You and Levi are so similar in the way you always take your job seriously and really care for your team. You two make a deadly combination when it comes to killing Titans.

Levi is not an emotional person, so whenever he comes to you for emotional support and allows himself to be vulnerable with you, you fall in love with him even more.

Levi always worries about you whenever you two have to split up for missions. He knows fully well that you can handle yourself, but that worry is always in the back of his mind and he always thinks of when he lost Farlon and Isabel.

You two always train together. At first, Levi would always kick your ass. Slowly but surely, you learned all his moves and techniques, so it really shocked him when you used his own moves against him and knocked him on his ass one day.

Levi used to go easy on you during training. But since you grew stronger, you two never pull your punches and most of the time the fight ends in a tie.

You love waking up in Levi’s arms.

You always admire his face when he sleeps. He looks peaceful and not angry.

Levi rolls his eyes whenever he wakes up to see you staring at him, but he can never help the small smile and blush that forms on his face.

However, you’re the opposite. You look like you can kill a bitch when you sleep.

You’re the only person that can get Levi flustered. And you always love to do it at the most inappropriate times, mostly when you’re with company.

Levi always makes you pay for flustering him whenever you get back to the privacy of your bedroom.

You both get nightmares, a lot. Most of your nightmares are memories of seeing your family get eaten by Titans, and sometimes Levi. Levi is pretty much the same, but about you and his team and sometimes himself.

When you get a nightmare, you usually wake up in a cold sweat and panic for a few seconds before you realize it was just a dream. You never wake up Levi because you didn’t want him to worry about you. But one night, you had a nightmare so bad that you woke up crying and screaming. Levi immediately woke and comforted you. And from then on, whenever you wake up from a nightmare, screaming or not, Levi always wakes up to make sure you’re okay.

When Levi gets a nightmare, he usually mumbles and whimpers in his sleep and he can’t wake up from the nightmare. Most of the time, it wakes you up. You always make sure to wake him up and assure him it was just a dream. He would nod and pull you into his chest, not letting you go until he falls asleep. Whenever he dreams Farlon and Isabel, he usually cries when he wakes.

You both rarely get into arguments. On those rare occasions, it’s usually about who gets to kill a Titan or who goes on what mission. Those never last more than a few minutes.

At first, Levi hated you. He thought you were annoying and useless. You were only made part of his team because Erwin forced him to take you on. He quickly realized he underestimated you when you killed two Titans without a hitch on your first mission.

Then as time went on, Levi started to hate you again. He hated the way you made him feel. Whenever he’d see you smile or laugh, he’d get a warm fuzzy feeling. He hated it. He didn’t want to care about you so much, but he learned to embrace it.

Your first impression of Levi was that he was kind of a douchebag. You recognized that he was an amazing Titan killer and leader and you respected him, but he was so cold and unnerving to you. When you realized he despised you, you made it your mission to get him to like you. It worked somehow.

You and Levi aren’t very touchy feely, and you both aren’t a fan of PDA. To everyone who didn’t know you, you guys only looked like acquaintances.

Levi is extremely protective of you though. Whenever someone is dumb enough to flirt with you, they end up getting a punch in the nose.

You know Levi is adored by many people, just look at him. How could they not? Many people try to throw themselves at him. You’re not the jealous type, but it does get annoying when it gets in the way of your work.

Levi actually finds it really attractive that you trust him so much that you never get jealous when men and women try to flirt with him. Of course, Levi would never cheat. He finds it more annoying when people flirt with him than you do.

You’re not the type of couple that says “I love you” to each other a lot. But when you do, it’s rare. Actions speak louder than words to you guys.

Surprisingly, Levi was the one who said “I love you” first.

You were with Levi’s team when the female Titan showed up. You tried to save Petra, but the Titan pulled one of your wires on your mobility gear and you crashed hard into a tree.

Before you blacked out, you saw Petra get killed, Eren turn into his Titan form quickly after.

When Levi went back to his team, he saw you laying below the tree you crashed into. His heart almost stopped. You looked dead. He quickly went to your side, and sure enough, you were still breathing...barely.

You woke up after the whole mission was over. You woke up in a bed, and your whole body was aching so bad you wished you didn’t wake up. Levi was also by your bedside, he never left when the group got back. Bunch of broken ribs, concussion, laceration of your right arm, fractured wrist, and a broken leg.

You were extremely lucky.

Levi shakily exhaled a breath of relief when he saw your eyes open. You saw he looked exhausted. “You look like shit.” You said, failing to keep your voice lighthearted.

Levi rolled his eyes when he heard your comment. “You should look in a mirror.”

Levi was so worried about you. He thought he’d have to deal with losing another person he cared about. He couldn’t keep his feelings anymore, too worried you would die not knowing how he felt about you.

“I love you, Y/N. So, so much. I was so scared that you’d die, that you’d leave me. I was scared that you’d die not knowing how I feel. So, I love you brat. I love you.”

The sudden deceleration of his love was a bit overwhelming. You never heard him talk about love, especially not about a person. You knew he cared about you, a lot. But this was the first time he ever expressed it out loud.

With no hesitation or doubt in your voice, you said, “I love you too.”

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🥱

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 5 of 16

That fact that I’m more consistent in these posts than I am with my schoolwork...RIP my college education 🤪

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(not my GIF :) )

To think the day wouldn’t get any weirder, and yet, Jeff seemed to drop the bomb that made your head spin.

“What?” You stuttered. You thought you only hallucinated the girl saying your name before, in the Box. “No, that can’t be right, man.”

Jeff shrugged. “I heard what I heard.”

“Geez, were you stung by a Griever or something?” You snapped, making Jeff hold his hands up in fake surrender.

“We should both go talk to her then if that’s the case. Plus, you’re a girl too. It might make her feel more at ease.” Thomas suggested.

“Oh, you noticed?” You huffed.

Thomas gently grabbed your upper arm, forcing you to walk with him. “Look, I know this situation is weird. Really weird. But we need to find out what she knows, why she’s here, and if she feels the way we do.”

You lightly shook your head, running your fingers through the knots in your hair. “I don’t know...this whole thing is messed up. I still have no clue why we feel connected in some way, man. Ugh, I feel my headache coming back...”

“Hey, I don’t either. But we should at least try to understand, okay?” 

You sighed. “I don’t think it’s a good idea. I mean, two strangers going up to talk to her at once, don’t you think she’d feel a bit ambushed? I would.”

“Yeah, okay, fine. But stay at the tower, alright?” You nodded reluctantly, Thomas giving you a reassuring smile. “Okay then, let’s go.”

Gally glared at Thomas as he walked up to the tower with you by his side. “Hey, it’s Thomas!” Thomas called up to the girl, and she stopped throwing rocks at the Gladers.

The girl peaked her head over the side of the tower, and you gave a little wave. “I’m going up, alone.” Thomas announced, giving you a light nod.

All the Gladers started to saunter away as Thomas carefully ascended the ladders of the tower. “Man, is this what all girls are like?” Fry voiced.

“Hey!” You pretended to be offended.

Fry paled at your tone, suddenly becoming a stuttering mess. “Well, I mean, well, I didn’t mean, uh, you just, uh, it’s like you’re one of us. Not like a boy! Uh-”

“Chill, Fry.” Gally chuckled, waving him off. “He’s got a point though. You definitely weren’t this hostile when you came up.”

“Probably cause I wasn’t constantly harassed with questions I didn’t know the answer to.”

Gally rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Come on, let’s leave the Greenies alone.” He said, turning around, giving you a look of confusion when you didn’t follow suit. “What?”

“She might need back up.” You shrugged.

Gally snorted. “From that shank?” When he saw you were actually staying, his amused face fell. “Something about girls gotta stick together or something, huh?”

You smiled weakly. “Something like that.”

Gally huffed, throwing his arms up weakly. “Fine. You know where to find me.” He said then walked away, catching up with the other Gladers.

It was a few minutes of waiting before Thomas called out for you. “You can come up.”

“You sure?” You asked, only for Thomas to wave you up as a response. “Alright then...” You mumbled to yourself, climbing the sets of ladders.

You almost gasped when you saw the girl holding a machete by her side. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Thomas quickly reassured you.

“I’d very much like it if she put the machete down.” You said with a nervous chuckle.

The girl reluctantly handed the blade over to Thomas, and you felt safe enough to fully enter the top of the watch tower.

“You’re Y/N then?” The girl voiced.

You nodded. “Yep, that would be me.”

“This is Teresa.” Thomas introduced.

“Wow, she remembered her name already?” Thomas nodded. “Well, nice to meet you, Teresa.” You said, her name flowing off your tongue perfectly.

Thomas handed you a couple vials of blue liquid, and you looked to him with confusion. “What’s this?”

Thomas immediately huffed, leaning back defeatedly. “I was really hoping you’d have some idea.”

You furrowed your brows together. “Why would I know?”

“Teresa and I already talked about this. It seems like we’re the only ones that are different.”

“What, different how?”

“We feel connected, you and me, Teresa and I...and we can remember certain things too.”

“Can you remember anything?” Teresa asked, and you quietly sucked in a breath.

“I have these weird dreams...but, I thought they were just dreams, you know. I saw you, Thomas, in my dreams. And I heard this woman speaking-”

“Saying that wicked is good?” Thomas interrupted, making you blink in shock.

“Yeah...” You whispered softly.

All three of you seemed to not know what to say after that. Looking out the tower, you saw Gally from afar, looking at the three of you sitting together with his arms crossed. Seeing him in a dream felt even weirder to you almost, especially since he was struggling from what you could decipher. But you felt no reason to give out that information, knowing that Teresa and Thomas couldn’t be able to tell you even if they wanted to.

You looked down to the vials in your hands, seeing the W.C.K.D logo that seemed to be everywhere around the Glade and the Glade’s supplies. “What do you think these do?” You voiced, not really expecting a real answer. “There’s a needle at the tip, like a syringe or something.”

“I thought about that too.” Thomas paused. “Maybe they could help Alby.”

“We don’t even know what it is though.”

“Probably not gonna damage him anymore than he already is, could it?” Thomas shrugged.

“I suppose it’s worth a try.” You stood up. “We should tell Newt.” You reached out a hand to Teresa, offering her a smile. Giving back a smile, she took your hand and you lifted her up.

You, Thomas, and Teresa all walked to the Med-jacks, seeing Newt already there watching over Alby. “What is it?” Newt asked.

“These were in Teresa’s pocket when she came up.” You said, handing the vials to Newt.

“We think it can help Alby.” Thomas said.

“We don’t even know what this stuff is. We don’t know who sent it, or why it came up with you. I mean, for all we know, this thing could kill him.” Newt fussed.

“He’s already dying. Look at him. How could this possibly make it any worse?” Thomas said. “Come on, it’s worth a try.”

Newt looked on at Alby, debating it for a minute before he finally gave his answer. “Alright...do it.” He said to Thomas, handing him a vial.

Thomas quickly went over to a struggling Alby, situating the syringe to his skin. “Okay...”

Everyone jumped in shock as Alby suddenly grabbed a hold of Thomas. “You shouldn’t be here! You shouldn’t be here!” Alby screamed at him, his eyes open wide in fear.

You and everyone in the room quickly went to hold Alby down as he fought to free himself. “Get the syringe!”

Teresa quickly injected the syringe into Alby, him immediately calming and passing out. “Well...that worked.” Jeff said.

“Geez...” You exhaled a shaky breath and placing a hand over your chest, feeling your heart beat rapidly. “I, uh, need to take a breather.”

“Okay, from now on, someone stays here and watches him around the clock.” You heard Newt say as you exited the room, walking out of the building to take some needed deep breaths.

It was dark out, and you could feel the weight of your tiredness hit you as the cool night air blew past you. You were actually looking forward to sleep. But then seeing Gally walk up to you made you remember you couldn’t sleep in your comfortable hammock that night. “Hey...” He said.

“It’s time, huh?” You weakly smiled.

“Hey, I’ll try to make it up to you, okay?”

“No need, Gally. I broke the rules, plain and simple. Shall I go get Thomas?” You asked, pointing back to the building you just exited.

Gally rolled his eyes. “No. I’d prefer to walk with you without that shank.”

“Well,” You motioned in the direction of the Slammer, “lead the way, Captain.”

You noticed Gally glancing at you from time to time on the way to the Slammer. “What?”

Gally sighed softly. “I just really wish I didn’t get you punished for something stupid...”

“And what about Thomas?” You smiled playfully.

“That shank actually deserved to be punished.” He scowled.

“Why do you hate Thomas so much?” You asked, starting to get really annoyed all of a sudden.

Gally shook his head disapprovingly. “He’s changing everything. He’s gonna destroy everything, everything that we’ve worked so hard to build. He’s probably gonna get us killed. And that girl...who knows what she’s gonna do.”

“The girl’s name is Teresa...”

Gally stopped walking half way to the Slammer, turning to you with a slight glare. “What you said about Thomas...did you mean that?”

You were rendered speechless. You had no idea how Gally would react if you buckled down on your feeling about Thomas...and now Teresa. Would he start to dislike you too? “I...” You stuttered.

“You said you felt like you knew him. Why?”

“I...I really don’t know why. It’s just a feeling...”

“And the girl, Teresa, what about her? I heard she was saying your name too. And you all were talking up on the tower.”

You sighed, reluctantly nodding, not being able to lie to Gally. “I don’t know what’s going on, Gal...” You whispered. He kept his typical harsh expression plastered on his face, his grip on his torch tightening slightly. “I guess you hate me now, huh...” 

Gally sighed through his nose, turning back to continue walking to the Slammer.

You tried not to tear up as you kept following after him, trying not to trip over roots and twigs that littered the ground as Gally kept his torch in front in him.

Gally opened up one of the Slammer doors, waiting for you to get in the makeshift cell, avoiding your eyes.

You walked up to the cell, but stopping in front of Gally. He didn’t even look at you. “Gal...” He briefly met your gaze. “...I’m sorry.”

Gally didn’t say anything as you entered the cell, taking a seat against the back wall. He paused for a moment, keeping the cell door as he looked at you. He took a deep breath, “I don’t hate you, Y/N.”

You looked up at Gally, who already locked you in the Slammer for the night. You gave him a thankful smile. The torch was the only thing illuminating his face, giving his features a soft orange glow from the fire.

But it was enough light to see he gave you a smile back before he left to go get your Slammer buddy.

Usually, spending the night in the Slammer would be extremely uncomfortable. It was, but with Thomas in the cell next to you, it wasn’t too bad. Plus, Chuck brought you food, which you told him to remind you to give him a giant bear hug when you got out in the morning. Or just let him have half of whatever Frypan would cook up the next day.

Thomas was excited for his first proper run, which you thought was absolutely insane. But after overhearing his and Chuck’s conversation, you felt a burning passion to escape the goddamn maze, if not for you then for Chuck.

Thomas seemed like he could find a way out.

Only living in the Glade for just over a month, you never had enough time to adjust to the idea that you’d be trapped forever. You still had hope, and hopefully it was a good thing. Unlike Gally, someone who’s been trapped for so long he’s grown used to being in the Glade. It almost seems like he’d forgotten that he was even trapped, it’s home to him now.

The thought that Gally had lost hope a long time ago made you incredibly sad. None of you deserved to be trapped in the Glade. It might’ve been silly, but you really had hope for Thomas, for him to finally be the one to get everyone out of this mess.

The thought alone kept your hope ignited for a better future, and you wanted Gally to be in that future. 

You just hoped he felt he same, even if you had a different perspective than he had.

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I’m starting to forget how to movie goes lmao. I’ll have to rewatch it😂 

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 7 of 16

Ugh, sorry it’s taken so long to update. I had a lot of trouble writing this, wanting to make it perfect and shit, but nothing’s perfect (taken from the wise words of Hannah Montana) 

But better late than never I suppose. (also, over 4.5K words, jiminy christmas) 

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“Thomas!”

You watched helplessly as Teresa injected Thomas with the serum, him immediately passing out. “He’ll be okay, right?”

“He should be. It worked on Alby.”

“Where is Alby?” You asked, looking around.

“Griever got him...” Jeff answered sadly.

It was a blow for sure. You never truly knew Alby. He never was a close friend, but you respected him for taking the role of the leader. What would happen now that he’s gone?

“Alby’s dead?” Gally asked, walking closer to you and Jeff.

“You heard him, didn’t ya?” Newt snapped.

Gally shook his head with a scowl. “None of this would’ve happened if Thomas weren’t here.”

“Gally, you don’t know that.” You tried to say calmly.

“No, Alby said he worked with them! Thomas is the reason all this shit started happening.” Gally preached to the Gladers, then turned to Teresa and Thomas, who was still unconscious. “He gets banished, tomorrow.”

“Gally!” You tried to stand, having some difficulty with your leg.

“Gally, you can’t-”

“No, Newt!” Gally shouted. “He goes.” You started to panic when a decent amount of Gladers took Gally’s side, all mumbling in agreement. “Thomas goes tomorrow, and anyone else who chooses his side!”

You looked to Teresa cradling Thomas’ head in her lap. You knew she already made her choice. 

“Take them to the Pit.” Gally ordered, a few Builders quickly carrying out the task.

“Gally, you can’t be serious!” You said, hobbling towards him.

“You’re blind if you can’t see that it’s all his fault. Ever since he got here. Ben, Alby, everyone who got attacked tonight...and you. All because he can’t control himself.”

“So you gonna banish me if I take his side then?” You asked, glaring up at him.

Gally chuckled bitterly. “You’re not going to.”

“Oh, yeah? And why is that, huh?”

“Because I said so.”

You kept glaring at Gally until Jeff awkwardly cleared his throat. “If the building is still standing, we gotta get you to the infirmary. I need to clean that wound and the stuff I need is back there.”

“Go on.” Gally said coldly.

You scoffed, but turned around to follow Jeff. “He can’t do this...” You muttered to yourself. 

You winced as Jeff cleaned your wound, it almost stung worse than it did when you first got hurt. He just began to wrap your leg when Newt and Minho entered the room, quickly shooing Jeff out of the room.

They both gave you expectant looks. “What?”

“Y/N, you need to try to get through to Gally.” Newt said, causing you to sigh in frustration.

“Yeah, the shank might actually listen to you.” Minho said.

“I don’t know, guys. We already went at it when he first ordered him to be locked up. You two know how stubborn he is.” You frowned.

“Well, we can’t just do nothing, can we.” Newt huffed.

“I know, I know...” You sighed. “I’ll try again, okay? But what will we do if he doesn’t listen to me?”

Newt and Minho looked to each other in thought. “We’ll talk to Tommy when he wakes up, come up with a plan B.”

“None that hurts Gally...please.”

Minho rolled his eyes, but Newt gave you a sympathetic look. “If you get through to Gally, we won’t have to.”

You huffed, great words of encouragement, Newt...

But you nodded, trying to keep a calm face even though you were terrified of what could happen if you didn’t get through to Gally.

After Jeff patched you up, thankfully, your leg felt a hell of a lot better, but you still had a bit of a limp. But when entering the roughed up Homestead, Gally wasn’t there. You scowled, it’s almost like he knew you were going to try and talk to sense into him.

Trying to find the tall boy proved to be difficult in the dark, but in the distance you could see a tiny light near the gardens. Walking closer to the light, you could make out a figure sitting down on the ground next to the torch.

You frowned when you saw Gally staring blankly at the small foundation that you two built that day, it torn apart, pieces of wood and splinters littering the ground.

Grievers must’ve gotten to it...

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

You were startled when Gally spoke, you thought he couldn’t see you. “You’re asking me that?” You quickly recovered.

You heard Gally chuckle weakly, then standing up and turning to face you. “What do you want, Y/N?” He sighed, looking like he was already dreading what you were going to say next.

“You can’t...banish Thomas and Teresa, Gally.” You said, making Gally roll his eyes and exhale an annoyed breath.

“Here we go again...” He shook his head. “You can’t change my mind. Everyone here knows I’m right. Thomas is the cause of all this. And you know it too, the look on your face gives it all away.”

“Gally, the second rule of the Glade is to never harm another Glader. What happened to that, huh?”

Gally smirked, walking closer to you. “Thomas isn’t a Glader. You heard Alby, same as everyone else.”

“Even if he was one of them, he got sent up here, same as us. And you’re forgetting, that I think I know him. What if I was one of them too?”

Gally scowled. “You’re not. Nothing went wrong when you got here, just when Thomas came up.”

You sighed in frustration, the conversation was going nowhere. “Gal, please. Don’t do this.” You begged, feeling unwanted tears welling up in your eyes.

Gally’s face softened, but he gently shook his head. “I’m doing this to protect you, to protect everyone. Everything will go back to the way it was after they leave.”

“What if they don’t? What if things shouldn’t go back to the way it was?”

“Everyone’s in danger with him here. I can’t let anyone else get hurt because of that shank, especially not you.”

“Gally...” You whispered.

“I can’t let you get hurt again, Y/N.” Even in the dark, you could see the oncoming blush that dusted Gally’s face. “I don’t know what I’d do if you died.”

You didn’t have any response. You failed... “There’s nothing I can do to convince you, huh...”

The tears in your eyes finally spilled when Gally reached up to caress your face, it was gentle and he looked at you with a soft gaze, but you couldn’t help but feel it was condescending in a way.

You gently removed Gally’s hand with a frown, you immediately noticed his bruised knuckles. You weakly smiled as you ran your thumb over the bruising. “I’m sorry...” Gally whispered, then pulled his hand away. “You should, uh, get some sleep.”

You nodded and turned away without another word, harshly wiping away your fallen tears.

Newt and Minho’s faces dropped simultaneously as soon as they saw the defeated look on your face. “No luck, then?” Newt frowned.

You shook your head. “I tried...”

Newt nodded his head gently and sighed. “Yeah, well...we’ll figure it out in the morning. Let’s all just...take a breather until then, yeah?”

“Knew that shank wouldn’t change his slinthead mind...” Minho huffed.

“Minho.” Newt snapped slightly. “Let’s all just get some sleep.” He said, gently patting Minho on the shoulder before walking away.

Suffice to say that you didn’t get a great night’s sleep that night, tossing and turning, not being able to calm you nerves enough to relax. Eventually, your heavy eyelids closed and before you knew it, the sun came up.

You started to get up and ready, dreading whatever the day would bring.

The anxiousness that you felt as soon as you woke up intensified as you didn’t see Gally around, and that definitely couldn’t be good. Throughout the day, you kept checking in with Newt, and Thomas was still passed out unfortunately.

You made sure you let him know that you were on their side. You didn’t want Thomas and Teresa to be banished just as much as Newt and Minho.

It was awful, knowing there was nothing you could say to change Gally’s mind. You really hoped whatever plan that was made wouldn’t hurt him, you still cared for him.

As the day neared the time the Maze doors would start to close, you quickly noticed Gally and a few other Gladers walking towards the doors, carrying tall poles of wood.

Oh no, what the hell was he planning?

You quickly went to find Newt, who was at the Slammers with Minho and Chuck. You smiled in relief when you saw Thomas was awake. “Hey, when did you wake up?” Thomas didn’t reply, he just kept staring at the ground, along with Teresa. In fact, everyone at the cell were silent and avoiding eye contact. “Guys?”

Newt quickly cleared his throat. “He woke up not too long ago. We’ve been talking, trying to come up with some sort of plan.”

“Wait.” Thomas interrupted. “Y/N, are you with us?”

“Uh, yeah, of course.” You stuttered.

“I have no idea how this is gonna go today. If Gally gets in our way of leaving...will you still help us?”

“Thomas, if I didn’t want to help you, I wouldn’t be here. I would be over there helping Gally doing whatever the hell he’s doing. Okay?” You sighed.

He nodded, frowning. “We have to try and get through to him.”

“We’ve already tried, well, Y/N has.” Minho scowled.

“Well, we can try again, Minho.” Thomas snapped, then shook his head. “We have to try...”

“Okay, then.” Newt subtly rolled his eyes. “What’s the plan?”

After discussing what all of you would do if you didn’t get through to Gally, you were tasked with helping Chuck load up on supplies. “Do you think we can do this, like, actually get out of this place?” Chuck asked timidly.

You were quiet for a moment. It’s not like you were a pessimist, but you definitely not an optimist. You had no idea what to tell Chuck. “Uh...”

“I get it.” He said, smiling weakly. “I don’t know if it’s even a good idea to have hope anyway...”

You frowned, turning to Chuck and placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s never wrong to have hope, bud. I’m not going to say we’ll get through this without any trouble, I don’t want to lie to you. But if anyone can get us out of the Maze, it’s Thomas.”

Chuck nodded, forcing another smile. “Thanks, Y/N. You should probably go now. I’ve got this.”

You patted his shoulder and started walking out towards the Maze doors, seeing everyone already gathered around, Teresa being held by a former Runner and Thomas “unconscious.”

“This is such a waste.” You heard Gally say as you walked up.

“Gally.” You spoke up, gaining Gally’s attention. “You don’t have to do this.”

“She’s right. It doesn’t feel right, man.” Winston added, causing you to throw a grateful smile his way.

“Yeah, what if Thomas is right? Maybe he can lead us home.” Jeff said.

“We are home. Okay? I don’t wanna have to cross anymore names off that wall.” Gally said.

“You really think banishing us is gonna solve anything?” Teresa asked, looking around desperately.

“No. But this isn’t a banishing...it’s an offering.”

You furrowed your brows, taking a cautious step towards Gally. “What do you mean?” You tried not to say angrily.

“What?” Teresa said, quickly being tied up to the post by the former Runner. “Wait! Gally, what are you doing?”

“You really think I’m gonna let Thomas back into the Maze after what he’s done? Look around you! Look at our Glade. This is the only way. And when the Grievers get what they came here for, everything goes back to the way it was.”

During Gally’s rant, Newt and Minho nodded to you and at each other, signaling that it was almost time...

“Are you listening to this? Why are you all just standing there, he’s crazy.” Teresa said, immediately eliciting a hush from Gally. “If you stay here, the Grievers are going to come back. They’re gonna come back and they’re gonna keep coming back until you’re all dead.”

“Shut up! Tie him up!” Gally ordered, quickly scowling when his allies hesitated.

“Gally, please! Don’t do this!”

“Shut up, Y/N!” He snapped, then turned back to the two Gladers beside Thomas. “Do you hear me? I said tie him up!”

And then, everything seemed to happen all at once.

Thomas suddenly jumped up and quickly forced away the two Gladers, Newt helping him by knocking one of them out. Teresa kicked the Runner in the nuts, Frypan quickly cutting her loose from her bonds.

Gally went to reach for his machete, but he quickly froze when he felt another blade be placed at his shoulder. He slowly turned to see you on the other side of your own machete, you looking at him with great sadness and disappointment in your eyes.

“You too, huh?” Gally whispered, only loud enough for you to hear.

“I’m sorry...” You whispered back so quietly that you just hoped he could read lips. You slowly walked around Gally to join the little group rallied beside Thomas, standing next to Teresa.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Gally directed to Thomas.

“You don’t have to come with us, but we are leaving.” Thomas said, keeping his spear up defensively. “Anyone else who wants to come, now’s your last chance!” He said to the other Gladers behind Gally.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just trying to scare you.” Gally said.

“No, I’m not trying to scare you, you’re already scared. Alright, I’m scared. But I’d rather risk my life out there then spending the rest of it in here. We don’t belong here. This place isn’t our home. We were put here. We were trapped here. At least out there, we have a choice.” Thomas paused, “We can make it out of here. I know that.”

Slowly, Winston started to cross over, causing Gally to wear a look of shock and disappointment. Then, Jeff crossed over, quietly uttering an apology to Gally as he passed. A few more Gladers joined, only leaving a handful of boys behind Gally.

“It’s over.” Thomas said.

“Gal,” You voiced softly, “come with us. Please.”

Gally looked at you with a soft gaze, you could almost see the inner turmoil in his eyes. His bottom lip trembled slightly, and you thought, just for a second, that he was going to walk to you. But his gaze turned cold once more, tearing his gaze away from you.

“Good luck against the Grievers.” Gally said, his voice wavering.

And with that, everyone on Thomas’ team turned to run into the Maze. But you gave Gally one final look, quietly saying goodbye, until Teresa called out for you. Then you took off after the group.

You tried not to tear up as you followed Thomas and Minho leading the group through the Maze. You couldn’t even have the time to process that you were actually in the Maze for the first time. All the running and focusing on not tripping kept your mind occupied, plus the pain that intensified in your leg made it tough. A part of you wished you stayed behind just so you didn’t have to deal with all this painful running.

Yeah...you were never cut out to be a Runner.

Thomas yelling out encouragements and Teresa making sure to run with you definitely helped out your motivation to keep going. And soon, you were almost there. Passing through large open sections of the Maze, running through the rusty Blades, you were finally there.

Thomas peeked around the corner. “Is there a Griever?” Chuck asked when he saw his almost panicked face.

“Yeah.” Thomas whispered.

“Shit.”

“You take this Chuck, stay behind us.” Minho said, handing over the key.

“It’s okay.” Teresa said reassuringly. “Just stick with me and Y/N.”

“Once we’re through, it’ll activate and the door will open. We stay close. We stick together. We get through this. We get out now, or we die trying.” Thomas encouraged. You only then felt the nerves of what you all were about to do. “Ready?” Thomas asked.

Everyone nodded, shakily preparing their weapons. “Let’s go!” Tomas yelled, quickly running and leading the charge of teenagers to the exit.

You clutched your machete tightly, the Griever immediately noticing everyone and charging at the group. As ugly as ever, you thought.

You stayed by Chuck and Teresa as the boys took the first brunt of the attack. Quickly, the group were down a couple Gladers. The monster bounded forward, spreading it’s long legs. Teresa made swift work of the leg in front of her, slicing it with her machete.

You suddenly saw the key flying through the air, Chuck immediately running after it. “Watch the edge!” You shouted as he ran after the key.

You quickly ran to Chuck in a panic as half of his body was dangling over the edge of the stone bridge, quickly pulling him up with the help of Teresa.

And as the boys pushed the Griever off the edge, another two quickly climbed up over the edge where you were standing with Teresa and Chuck.

You quickly pushed Chuck ahead of you and Teresa, calling out for help. The three of you ran to the door, the key beeping rapidly as the stone walls moved. “It worked!” Chuck cheered.

“Go!” Thomas called out.

You, Teresa, and Chuck ran into the Griever Hole, soon finding out the last exit was shut. “There’s gotta be a way out!”

Suddenly, a red light illuminated the shallow tunnel, a sequence of numbers from one to eight waiting to be placed in a certain order. “There’s a code! Eight numbers!” You yelled to Thomas.

Soon, Minho started calling out a pattern of numbers, Teresa quickly entering them into the screen. “Seven, one, five, two, six, four-”

“Minho!”

You looked on in horror as a Griever suddenly fell from the sky, landing right on top of Minho. You ran out of the Griever Hole, throwing your machete right at the grotesque creature, giving Minho a chance to place his spear in the monster’s mouth as it screeched in pain.

But it was too strong, Jeff lunged forward, stabbing the Griever with his wooden spear, allowing Minho to escape. But at a deadly cost. “Jeff!” You cried as a Griever took hold of Jeff by his abdomen, it’s teeth digging into his flesh and dragging him back.

Newt quickly pulled you back into the Griever Hole, where Teresa was still trying different combinations. Minho quickly gave the last four numbers, and thankfully, it finally worked.

The three stone walls soon closed, crushing all the Grievers. Then, the last door closed, leaving you all in pitch black darkness until the exit door opened. You all entered through the door to find yourselves in a long hallway, lights along the ceiling all lighting up one by one.

The air wasn’t cold, but it was cool enough to give you goosebumps all over your arms. A definite change from all the outside heat you had to endure everyday.

You all looked both ways, and the halls seemed to go on and on. But the group had to choose which way to go, and conveniently, you all walked down the hall enough to see a door.

“Exit.” The sign above the door read.

“Seriously?” Frypan voiced everyone else’s thoughts.

Walking through the door, the group noticed very quickly how everything seemed to be destroyed. Dead bodies were all around, lights broken and flickering, discarded guns laying about, and shattered glass everywhere.

“What happened here?” You thought aloud.

Everyone looked around the place, seeing even more dead bodies, some in armor and some wearing lab coats. All presumably killed by bullet wounds.

“Hello. My name is Dr. Ava Paige.” The group suddenly heard echo around the room, everyone crowded around the computer screen that the message was playing on. “I’m the director of operations of the World Catastrophe Killzone Department.”

W.C.K.D...

“If you’re watching this, that means you’ve successfully completed the Maze trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you,” A sudden blaring siren could be heard from the video. “but circumstances seem to have prevented it.”

Everyone in the background of the video were panicking as the sirens continued to blare.

“I’m sure by now you must all be very confused. Angry. Frightened. I can only assure you that everything that’s happened to you, everything that we’ve done to you, it was all done for a reason. You won’t remember, but the sun has scorched our world. Billions of lives lost to fire, famine, suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable. What came after was worse. We called it the Flare. A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent. Unpredictable. Incurable. Or so we thought.”

“In time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly, there was a reason to hope for a cure. But finding it would not be easy. The young would have to be tested, even sacrificed inside harsh environments where their brain activity could be studied. All in an effort to understand what makes them different. What makes you different. You may not realize it, but you’re very important. Unfortunately, your trials have only just begun.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion as multiple people in uniforms piled into the room outside of the doctor’s office, shooting down multiple workers.

“As you’ll no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow, people are scared. It may be too late for us, for me, but not for you. The outside world awaits. Remember. Wicked is good.”

The doctor put a pistol to her head, quickly pulling the trigger as the armored up soldiers began to shoot through the glass windows of her office.

The group surrounding the computer screen all backed away, looking back to the office where a body was laying. You all slowly walked towards it until another blaring siren was heard, two automatic doors suddenly opening.  

The group looked to the tunnel leading out of the room, to the outside world. “Is it over?” Chuck broke the silence.

“She said we’re important...” Newt said. “What’re we supposed to do now?”

“I don’t know...” Thomas whispered. “Let’s just get out of here.”

The group went to walk to the exit, but was suddenly stopped by a familiar voice. “No.”

You gasped when you all turned to see Gally. “Gally?” You foolishly smiled, motioning to walk to him.

“Don’t.” Teresa stopped you, putting a hand on your arm. “He’s been stung.”

You soon noticed that Teresa was right...he was stung. Black and purple veins protruded all over him, just like how Ben was those few days ago. Only difference was, Gally was holding a gun.

You could already feel the tears building up as you saw Gally visibly shaking, his eyes  dark from the Griever venom. “We can’t leave.” Gally said, his hand shaking and tears pooling at his eyes.

“We did. Gally, we’re out. We’re free.” Thomas said calmly, holding up his hands slightly.

“Free?” Gally chuckled bitterly. “You think we’re free out there? No. No, there’s no escape from this place.” He lifted the gun, pointing it at Thomas, tears rolling down his face.

“Gally...” You voiced, Gally looking to you, but you didn’t recognize him as the boy you once knew. “Please, put down the gun. This isn’t you...it’s the Griever venom.” You tried taking a step towards him, but he immediately pointed the gun at you, causing you to hold in a breath.

Teresa quickly pulled you back next to her as Thomas tried speaking to Gally again. “Gally, listen to me. You’re not thinking straight. You’re not. We can help you. Just put down the gun.”

“I belong to the Maze.” Gally sobbed.

“Please, just put down the gun, Gal.”

“We all do.” Gally squeezed the trigger, a single shot ringing out. At the same moment, Minho threw his his spear and it landed right into Gally’s chest.

You screamed as Gally gasped for air, quickly falling to the floor. Not even hesitating as you ran to Gally, kneeling beside his fallen figure. “No, no, no, no, no.” You cried, cradling his face in your hands.

“Y/N...” He choked out, blood seeping out his mouth.

“No, please...” You sobbed, clinging onto his shoulder, desperately looking him over to see if there was any way to help him.

“I’m sorry...” Gally whispered, weakly lifting his hand to caress your cheek.

“No. No. You’re, you’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be fine.” You attempted to say, your tears causing your voice to waver enough that your words came out mumbled.

By this time, Chuck had already fallen to the floor, him catching the stray bullet that was meant for Thomas. But all you were focused on was the dying boy in your arms.

“I wish...that we had,” Gally coughed, “more time...” The hand on your face dropping to your hand, squeezing gently.

You were too much of a sobbing mess to even form a coherent sentence.

“I wanted to build you that hut...live in it with you one day...”

“Gally...”

“I wish I told you how I felt sooner...” He cried softly as he struggled to breathe.

“Me too...” You managed to voice.

Gally had no more left to say, and he was slowly drifting off. So he did want he had wanted to do ever since you came up in the Box, and there was no venom or force powerful enough to make him forget it.

He brought his hand to the back of your neck, gently pulling you down to make your lips hover above his. Before he fully leaned in to kiss you, he whispered, “I love you.”

You tried not to sob as he kissed you with as much passion as he could. In the back of your mind, knowing this was the first and last time you’d be able to be so intimate with the boy you cared about so dearly.

“Hey, Chuck, come on!” Thomas yelled, finally gaining your attention.

Chuck laid there, unmoving, eyes glossed over, and blood seeping through his shirt.

No...not you too...

“Come on, wake up...” Thomas sobbed. “Damn it! We made it, come on. Goddamn it! Damn it!” He wailed.

Suddenly, the final exit doors opened, causing sunlight to burn through the room. Same looking soldiers running in and quickly ordering the Gladers outside. Three of them having to forcibly remove and drag Thomas out and away from Chuck’s corpse.

You shook your head violently, clutching onto Gally as a couple soldiers made their way over to you. “No! No! Get away!” You hissed.

The soldiers quickly grabbed onto you harshly, pulling you away from Gally. You tried to fight, but the physical and emotional anguish you just endured made you weak. “No, please! We can’t leave him!” You screeched, trying to claw your way back to the boy. “Gally!” You wailed, the boy getting farther away and soon completely out of view as the soldiers ran.

You suddenly felt scorching heat and light blinding your eyesight. Once adjusted, you realized you were in the middle of the desert, being dragged to a helicopter by the soldiers.

You were thrown inside the helicopter, next to a still crying Thomas. Teresa threw her arms around you and pulled you close to her as you tried to stifle your sobs.

Grief quickly changed to confusion and shock as the helicopter lifted into the air, one of the soldiers taking off his helmet to greet the group. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”

As the helicopter rose, the group looked out the windows with wide eyes to see the Maze in its entirety. It looked so huge, even from the sky...

“Relax, kids. Everything’s gonna change.”

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Yikes and bites - *Insert a screaming Michael Scott GIF here* 

Haha, the way I totally didn’t tear up writing this...haha not me, nope. Listening to “Gassed” from the Midsommer OST isn’t good for me. So, I’m skipping the Scorch Trials cause I just don’t wanna do it. Hopefully the timeskip I’m planning won’t be too jarring for readers. Fingers crossed. Until then...