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

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

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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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.

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🙃

Can you write some fluff with tate? Like he is cheering the reader up🥺

Of course! Sorry, it’s a bit short but I hope you like it nonetheless 😊

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You laid on the dusty unused bed, feeling depressed as you often did.

It was just another one of those days where you loathed your entire existence as a ghost trapped in a worn down house that nobody wanted because it was creepy. 

Plus, a bunch of murders, suicides, and just some good ol’ fashioned human sacrifices would probably scare anyone in their right mind away from even setting foot on the property.

It’s not you wanted people living in the house, you just wanted something new to happen once in awhile, which rarely ever happened. But being a person who wore their heart on their sleeve obviously didn’t want the house to be bought by good people who’d just end up dying anyway.

No, you had to be content with being alone for all eternity, well, kind of.

The other ghosts in the house were fine, some of them. But Tate was the only one you got along with, despite his more than questionable past and life/dead choices.

You and Tate both having somewhat sardonic attitudes made for a good fucked up relationship.

You had no idea where he was, he had become sort of infatuated with Violet, who hates his guts, but you figured he was trying to earn her trust back. You didn’t really mind, you both had the open relationship thing going on, but you also hated labels.

You just laid there, staring at the ceiling that had moss lining the corners from lack of upkeep, but you thought it gave the house character.

You lifted your head when you heard a soft knocking on the door frame. “Oh, hey, Tate.” You said, plopping your head back down onto your pillow with a huff.

“What’s got you down, darling?” Tate asked softly, moving to sit next to you on the bed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to come to terms with being trapped here, Tate...” You whispered, willing yourself not to cry.

Tate frowned, but moved to lay beside you on his side. “I know...” Then he forced a grin. “But hey, it’s not all bad right?”

You gave him an annoyed look, causing him to drop the grin. “Being trapped is really bad...” You groaned loudly, throwing your arms up dramatically. “That stupid fuckin’ serial killer. Why’d he target me, man?” You asked rhetorically.

“Well, you’re good looking, you were vulnerable, you stupidly went into an abandoned building alone...at night...shall I go on?”

You glared at Tate. “Not funny.” You scowled.

Tate sat up with a smile. “Aw, come on. Y/N. I was just trying to get you to smile.”

“Yeah, well, good luck with that.”

Tate lifted up one of his brows and smirked. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Not in the mood.” Tate slowly lifted his hand up to your frowning face, poking your cheek repeatedly. “Don’t.” You slapped his hand away.

Tate kept trying to poke your cheeks and your sides, trying to get you to smile or laugh, but all you did was groan in frustration. “Tate.” You whined, not liking being tickled.

“Nope. Not until you smile.” Tate rolled over on top of you, trapping you in his heavy embrace, still trying to tickle you.

You ultimately couldn’t keep your laughs in, squirming around from Tate’s roaming hands. “Okay, okay, stop, Tate!” You laughed, quickly becoming breathless.

Tate rolled off of you and held up his hands in surrender while laughing loudly, most definitely feeling very proud of himself. “You should know by now that I don’t back down from a challenge.”

“It wasn’t a frickin’ challenge!” You yelled after catching your breath.

“Huh...well, I read the situation all wrong, didn’t I?” He teased, giving your cheek one last poke.

“Oh, shut up.” You grinned, poking Tate back a little bit harshly.

“Ow.” He whined, rubbing his now sore cheek, but you knew he was just being overdramatic, as usual.

“Pussy.”

“Hey! At least I made you feel better, right?”

You giggled. “Sure.”

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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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