Ooh Ooh Can You Do Newt Or Thomas Falling For Gallys Little Sister? And Him Just Being His Normal Grumpy

Ooh ooh can you do newt or Thomas falling for Gally’s little sister? And him just being his normal grumpy self about it?? Please

When I think of Gally, I never think "brother"...but sure! Lmao. Got a little bit carried away with this one sooo, enjoy?

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You had a brother, and you didn't even remember. Well, until you got stung by a Griever.

Being stuck in a Maze full of girls and one boy, it didn't even occur to you to wonder if you had any family outside of the concrete walls. You only considered your fellow Icers to be your family. But being one of the few lucky (or unlucky) souls that lived through getting stung by a Griever, you remembered so much; not a lot, but you didn't care that you couldn't, you were just so thankful you could remember Gally.

After escaping the Maze, you prayed to every deity you could think of hoping that Gally survived somehow, wherever he was.

Seeing the new arrivals from Group A, seeing that it was mostly boys and one girl, you knew that had to be where Gally was. You didn't even hesitate, you ran up to the group as they entered the cafeteria, all wide-eyed and staring at you like you were a lunatic. "Is Gally with you?" Your question seemed to make everyone speechless, a few seconds having to pass before one boy spoke up.

"Wait, you know Gally?" A blonde boy with a British accent asked.

"He's my brother."

"He's dead." A voice rang out, coming from the brown haired boy that stood in front of the group.

You froze, feeling your heart beat erratically. "What?" You stuttered.

"Are you deaf? I said he's dead, and he had it coming."

"Tommy-" The blonde placed his hand on "Tommy's" shoulder, but he pushed him off.

"He killed my friend, tried to kill me, all of us. He was insane-" You couldn't let him speak any longer, you cut him off by landing a rough punch to his cheek. He stumbled backwards, obviously getting caught by surprise. You moved to hit him again, but you were quickly detained by a couple of guards who were watching the whole encounter.

"You bastard!" You screamed, not caring who was watching or who heard you; you were in such agony that you couldn't even think. Your fist ached to wipe that almost smug look off of that brunette's face, even though it was already throbbing from when you first hit him. At that point, it didn't matter. You couldn't find it in yourself to care where the guards were dragging you.

The next day, by some miracle or stroke of luck, you managed to befriend the blonde who you now learned was called Newt. He apologized for his friend's behavior, and he filled you in on everything that happened to your brother. It was a shock, a painful one, to hear what he did under the influence of Griever venom, but it didn't lessen your love for him, not one bit. Newt tried to make you understand that Thomas wasn't a bad guy, he was just in pain from his own loss and needed someone to blame. It didn't matter what he said, you still felt deep anger for the so called leader.

But as your luck would have it, you were all but forced to join Thomas' group. Learning that you were all in a W.C.K.D. compound, you didn't really have a choice in the matter. Aris seemed to trust them, and Newt was good at convincing you, so you were doomed from the start.

It was tense in the beginning, having to be in the company of the boy you attacked, a nice purple bruise formed on his cheekbone that managed to stay there for awhile. You tried to hide that fact that you smirked every time you spotted the shiner, but apparently not well enough.

It became almost comical how often you and Thomas would bicker back and forth, every day, any chance you both got. Of course, neither of you thought it was amusing, but everyone thought so, and that was even more annoying. Some days, you wished you had stayed at that W.C.K.D. facility, getting your blood drained sounded more appealing than having to converse with Thomas the blockhead every day.

You tried to fight it, your growing affection for the idiot. You found yourself...caring, about the boy. It was hard to ignore, how your chest seemed to tighten unbearably whenever you feared for his life, how you felt heat rise up beneath the skin of your cheeks whenever he said your name, even if it was in anger or annoyance. There came a point when you couldn't hide it anymore, when Thomas stopped hissing your name and started to speak it more delicately, almost fondly.

Likewise with Thomas, he started to care for you. It was a drastic change from when you two first met, absolutely hating each other to saving each other's lives from time to time. Being Gally's sister, Thomas viewed you as someone not to be trusted, even before he actually knew you. His hatred for Gally seemed to pass over to you, even though you were your own person. The punch you managed to land on him just strengthened that belief. But he couldn't refuse Newt when he talked him into taking you with them when they planned to escape. Then, he was forced to get along with you.

It didn't take long for Thomas to view you as someone different from Gally, before you were one and the same, but you had a kind of softness that he never saw in Gally. He grew self-conscious of his interactions with you after the group started joking that you both argued like an old married couple, as if they even knew what that looked like. But they were eventually proved right when Thomas started to protect you more than others, he just brushed it off by saying you were the weakest and needed to be treated as such. He totally didn't do it because he was afraid of losing you, how stupid would that be...

The betrayal of Teresa only brought the both of you closer, sharing in the pain of losing family, even if it was different circumstances. Thomas staring into your soul with those big brown eyes, you so badly wanted to kiss him, but you remembered how hatful he was to you in the beginning, how you were as well, you thought he couldn't possibly reciprocate if you were to lean in; the thought along scared you out of doing it.

As you started planning the details of recusing Minho, the unexpected happened. You were all captured by men in masks, put in the back of vans and transported to who knows where. But when the leader took off his mask, you almost fainted.

"Gally?"

Your trembling voice seemed to echo throughout the group, causing Gally to almost drop his gun. "Y/n?" He remembered you, he actually remembered you.

You went to jump into his arms, but Thomas beat you to the punch, literally. You immediately went to stop him from beating Gally to a pulp, along with Newt, convincing him to back off. "Kinda had that coming." Gally rubbed his aching jaw.

Like most family reunions, it was awkward at first. You had so much you wanted to tell Gally, and you could tell he did too, but business came first. But eventually, you did have time alone with him. You talked about what you remembered about each other, time in the Mazes, how he survived, how you ended up with Thomas' group. You were just so happy to have your brother back, even if no one else shared the same sentiment. You had actual flesh and blood in this world, it was a feeling you couldn't even begin to describe.

You instantly picked up on Thomas' wariness of your brother, the last memory of him killing someone important to him. But you tried to get across that Gally wasn't that same person in the Glade, he was different now, more grown up and mature. "Come on, Thomas, just give him a second chance. Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance? You gave me one."

"That was different. You punched me, not killed one of my friends."

You sighed. "Gally was stung, Thomas. You know how that affects people."

Thomas didn't want to budge on his opinion, but he knew you were right. Your pleading eyes didn't really make him stand a chance anyway. He promised you he'd play nice, even though ever fiber of his being wanted to put another spear through the guy's chest.

For Gally, seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, filling his lung. You were always going to be his baby sister, even if you were grown and could take care of yourself. You managed to make it through the Scorch and could outrun Cranks, he was proud of you. What worried him though was how close you seemed to be with Thomas. It's not like Gally hated Thomas like he did him, but that big brother side of him wanted to shield you away from anyone and everyone, Thomas was no exception.

It was funny at first, Gally being overprotective of you, but it soon lost its charm. Every time you were alone with Thomas, Gally always managed to show up at the worst times. It annoyed you and you could clearly see how it annoyed Thomas, but Gally always had an amused smirk on his face.

You loved your brother and you had missed him so much, but he needed to chill out. "Why must you follow me around like a lost puppy, Gal?" You whined.

"What? I can't make sure my baby sister is okay?"

"I'm not a baby anymore, Gally. I can take care of myself. I don't need you hovering over my shoulder all the time."

"It's my responsibility to make sure you stay out of trouble, especially when you're always hanging around Thomas." He mumbled that last half of that sentence.

You scoffed. "Oh come on. Really?"

"I see the way you two look at each other. Need I remind you that he left me to die?"

"Gally..." You spoke softly. "That was a long time ago, you both were different then. Truth is, I've been on my own for most of my life, I've had to learn how to take care of myself. I love that you're back in my life, I've missed you so much...but I don't need you to take care of me anymore."

Gally chuckled weakly. "My earliest memory is having to take care of you...you scraped your knee after falling down on the sidewalk and you were crying. I cleaned you up, put a Band-Aid on your cut and kissed it. I said that...I said that-"

"Your kisses were magic, that they could heal any wound."

"Then you said that magic wasn't real, stupidhead." He chuckled softly, his smile turning into a frown.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore, Gally. And as for Thomas...I care about it, a lot. And he cares about me. He's a good guy, you just have to give him a chance."

Gally sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. But if he even looks at you the wrong way, he'll be six feet under faster than he can say wicked."

Eventually, you could see a pleasant change in Thomas' behavior around Gally. After the war with W.C.K.D. and the rescue mission, he and Gally seemed to grow closer, just a little bit. But it was even to make you know that everything would be okay.

"So, are you and Gal best buds now?" You teased Thomas, poking his side while to two of you sat next to the campfire together.

Thomas scoffed, smacking your hand away. "Yeah, right. He wished he could be best friends with me, I'm too cool for him."

"Not." You snorted. "My brother is the coolest person I know."

"Well, am I at least in second place?"

You giggled. "Yes, of course." You placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Just a kiss on the cheek? What, is Gally around or something?" He looked around obnoxiously. "No, I don't see him anywhere."

"Oh, shut up, ya idiot." You shut him up by placing a kiss on his lips, feeling him smile as he raised his hand up to hold the back of your head.

"Hey, hey, hey, cut that out." You both groaned as Gally's voiced boomed in your ears, causing you both to hesitantly pull away from each other.

"Gally the cockblock, who would've thought?"

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apparently group B were called Icers in the graphic novels? The more you knowww

Under The Gun - Gally (The Maze Runner)

What better way to kick off the New Year with my man (and @gladerscake's), Gally

Yeah, this is gonna be painful, cause I am a sadist as well as a masochist😊

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In all your time in the Glade, you were known as two things.

Number one, you were known as Gally's girl. You two were always with each other, whether it be working or just hanging out. If you asked anyone else, they'd probably say that you two were dating.

Which, wasn't entirely wrong.

You and Gally knew that you felt more than friendly with each other, your longing gazes and his slight possessiveness when you talked to other guys in the Glade was just a couple examples. Though, with everything always so hectic, you never got the chance to really talk about it. But it was unspoken that you belonged to Gally, and he belonged to you.

But, you were always known as the big sister, to only one kid in the Glade.

Chuck.

Ever since he arrived in the Glade, you felt a strong urge to protect this kid. His frightened eyes when he first came up in the box melted your heart, and he clung onto you the first week in the Glade. And that was it, you were done for. He became the most important thing in your life, and you wouldn't have had it any other way. Though, you soon come to regret that opinion.

You had always wanted to escape the Maze, take Chuck and Gally far away and find each others' families, if they were even still alive. You thought it would be a slow progress, if the information the Runners gave was any indication. But as soon as Thomas showed up, everything was kicked in to high gear. He had managed to make more progress in three days than anybody had done in three years. It was hard to believe, and it was overwhelming.

You tried to talk to Gally about it, about how this was a good thing, but he had always been extremely stubborn. He was too stuck in his ways to see any change as a threat, and threats needed to be destroyed.

Unfortunately, in Gally's crusade against Thomas, he pushed away the most important thing to him; you. He couldn't fault you for giving up on trying to talk to him, he felt just as exhausted trying to get you to be on his side. He just didn't want you to get killed because some Greenie thought he was better than everyone else, and he was furious at you for allowing Chuck to believe in Thomas too. Though he'd never admit it, he felt just as responsible for Chuck as you did.

When you and Chuck ran off with Thomas into the Maze, Gally couldn't help but be compelled to follow, even though it was too late. A part of him never wanted to see you again, he was so angry. But he realized he couldn't live without you by his side. But by the time he could make up his mind, Thomas' group was already far ahead. He never thought he'd be stung by a Griever, he was always so careful, but it happened and it messed with his mind.

Gally's poisoned brain went to the darkest places. He knew everyone who died, everything that went wrong, it was all Thomas' fault. Thomas deserved to die. Thomas should've been the one to die, not Alby, not Zart, nor anyone of his fellow Gladers he thought of as his brothers. And Gally would be damned if he let Thomas get you killed too. It didn't matter to him anymore, he was going to take you back whether you liked it or not.

But once Gally saw that gun laying on the floor, his hatred for Thomas overpowered any sliver of reason that he might've had left.

You felt like you were in a nightmare. The boy you cared for so much was almost unrecognizable, pointing that pistol right at your friend.

You begged and pleaded for Gally to stop, to snap out of it somehow. But he didn't, and Minho's spear found its home in Gally's chest as soon as he pulled the trigger. You can't remember who dropped to the floor first, but you didn't even have time to mourn Gally before you saw Chuck bleeding. Then, nothing else mattered to you besides keeping this sweet kid alive.

You screamed as Chuck let out his last breath, falling limp in your arms. Thomas' own screams sounded far away, and you didn't even register how roughly you were pulled away from Chuck's body until you were slightly slapped in the face by Teresa inside of a helicopter.

There wasn't a moment that went by where you didn't think of Chuck, not one moment where you weren't pissed off. You were pissed off at a lot of things, depending on the day. You were pissed of at W.C.K.D., how dare they let this kid die, even if it was for science. You were pissed off at the world. You were even pissed off at Thomas for a few days, just because he was there and the chain of events that led to Chuck's death was because of him. But most of all, you were pissed off at Gally.

Gally was the only person you truly trusted, and you were completely shell-shocked at how he could betray you so harshly, even if he was stung. You held on to that anger, and you led it drive you. A part of you wanted to die, but no, you were too angry to die. You wanted W.C.K.D. to pay, especially after Teresa actually betrayed everyone and kidnapped Minho.

And while trying to find a way into the Last City, you were completely blown away and shell-shocked, once again. You couldn't believe your eyes, you almost pinched yourself, thinking that it must've been a dream.

Gally was alive, standing before you and your friends.

A wave of emotions hit you all at once, and you almost dropped to your knees, it was so overwhelming. Tears came to your eyes, but you couldn't tell if they were happy tears or angry tears. You've felt so much rage towards this boy over the past months, but now that you saw he was still alive...

You couldn't fault Thomas for punching Gally, if you weren't so stunned you might've done the same thing. But as always, Newt was the voice of reason and reminded him that Gally was stung and wasn't in control. But that only made rage bubble up in your chest more. You were angry, but knowing you had no right to be angry just made you angrier.

You ignored Gally as long as you possibly could. With everything going on with the mission, it was easy to put off talking to him. And you weren't making it easy for him either. You had a hard time not glaring at Gally every chance you got. Every time you saw his face, all you could see was Chuck falling to the floor.

You kept up this attitude even after Minho was rescued and everyone settled in the Safe Haven, Newt's death just making you feel even more bitter. You weren't particularly close with him, but it was hard not to like him. Honestly, you had no hope for yourself. You thought you were just destined to become a bitter shell of a human, but after all you had to endure, could anyone blame you?

Seeing Gally be the one to carve Chuck's name into the giant stone pillar just twisted the knife in your stomach, but you made no comment about it. Seeing that Thomas had forgiven Gally made you feel guilty, just the cherry on top, really.

You didn't realize how badly you needed to cry until that night. You sat far away from camp, making sure no one was around so you could open the floodgates in peace. But once you started it was hard to stop. You'd think you were done, but then one little insignificant thing would set you off again. You wished you could've just ripped out your eyes so you'd never cry again, you wanted anyway from how badly they burned.

It was the middle of the night, and everyone was asleep. You quietly walked to the pillar and immediately found Chuck's name. You placed your hand on top on the engraving, cursing as fresh tears came to your eyes once again.

"Y/n...?"

You froze up when you heard that familiar voice, shutting your eyes in slight annoyance as you heard his footsteps in the sand slowly moving closer to you. "What do you want?" You asked softly, hearing for the first time just how hoarse your voice sounded after those couple hours of sobbing.

"Please, Y/n." Gally whispered sadly. "Please, talk to me."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"You and I both know that's not true." Gally gently grabbed your wrist and turned you around to face him, almost shocked at how you didn't resist in the slightest. "I can't handle this anymore, this silent treatment. I'd much rather hear every hurtful thing you have to say about me than continue on this way. Please, I-" Gally huffed tearfully.

"You wanna hear what I have to say?" You asked bluntly, causing Gally to flinch, but he nodded anyway. "Every night when I sleep I see you, gun pointed at all of us. I heard the shot. I see Chuck hit the floor. I watch him die, feel him die in my arms. Over and over until I wake up, panicked. And then I see you, alive and well, and it's like the nightmare never ends. I hated you. I hated you so much. Chuck became my family when I couldn't remember mine, if they were even alive. W.C.K.D. took them from me, and then you took Chuck away too." You stopped when a choked sob escaped your throat, not being able to stop it no matter how hard you tried. "Satisfied?"

"I never wanted that to happen...I never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not Chuck, or you. I can't express how terribly sorry I am, for everything. I know anything I say will seem empty to you, but I..." He took a deep breath. "I was scared. I was scared of losing you, losing everything. Back then, I was stuck in the Glade for so long that it started to feel like home. Then Thomas came and everything started to change. But I realized a long time ago that he was right, that you were right. I regret what I did every single day. I see Chuck's face every time I close my eyes, Y/n. What I did haunts me every second. Again, I am so, so sorry."

You were silent, speechless almost. You finally noticed Gally's face must've resembled yours, red brimmed eyes, cheeks flushed and tear stained, his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth to keep it from wobbling.

"If you never want to speak to me again...that's okay. Honestly, if I were you, I'd probably hate me too. But, I love you, and I'll respect whatever you choose."

No matter how hard you tried to hold on to your hate, or how long, you loved Gally too, even if you didn't want to admit it. And you knew you were in the wrong, you knew he was never in control and it wasn't his fault. You knew if he could go back and change things, he would.

"I...don't hate you, Gally. I convinced myself that I did, but now that I think about it, maybe I never did." You admitted. "I've just been so angry. It was so easy to blame you." You teared up again, your throat tightening up once again, but digging your nails into the palms of your hands to try and keep your sobs at bay. "I'm so tired of feeling like this." You held your hands up over your face, embarrassed at yourself for breaking out into tears, even though you had no reason to be.

It didn't take long before you felt Gally gently wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and patting down your hair. "Gally, I'm so-"

"I know, I know." Gally shushed. "It's okay."

In all honesty, Gally didn't need you to say anything else. Knowing you for so long, he had a way of knowing how you felt about most things. For him, he was just happy you allowed him to speak to you. He was a bit pessimistic about how the conversation would go, he was pretty much shocked you didn't punch him right then and there. But holding you like this, it took him back to the Glade, before everything started to change. He was taken back to all the times he held you during thunderstorms, or when it was too cold and your blankets weren't enough, so you'd bring him to your bed without a word.

Gally didn't know if there was a higher power out there somewhere, but he felt it might've taken a miracle for him to hold you again. He was grateful nonetheless. He slightly smiled when he felt you finally relax against him, pulling your hands away from your face to wrap them around his neck. God, how he wanted to kiss you, and he would've if he didn't think it was too soon.

You and Gally stayed like that for a few minutes, not caring about who or what might be watching. You probably would've stayed there all night if it wasn't for the exhaustion you both felt, and you both could sense it too.

"I know it's going to take some time." Gally started, trailing his hands down your arms to hold your hands. "And that's okay. I'll work as hard as I can to earn your trust back, no matter how long it takes."

You smiled softly, his words warming your heart. It was nice of him to say, but honestly, he already had.

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Haha, take that, suckers! Got emmm

Avalanche - Billy Cutler

Welp, here it is. I did it, @gladerscake. I hope you're proud of me😂 But for real, thanks for being my hype man on this

WARNING: Drug use/addiction

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It all happened so fast, you were cruising down the road when all of a sudden, some asshole in a pickup truck ran a red light and crashed into your car hard.

It first, you didn't feel anything. You were just in complete shock, you must've blacked out because you woke up to the sound of sirens.

You tried to move, but you quickly realized you were stuck. You saw your leg crushed between the front of the car where it was caved in from the impact, that's when the pain started.

Searing white hot pain surged through your whole body, the pain from your leg alone making you scream. You felt other places on your body that felt awful, but the pain in your leg made you feel dizzy.

You woke up from another blackout, but thankfully, you were already on an ambulance on the way to your local hospital. You just remembered sobbing, begging to just have some pain relief, you wished you could just pass out again. There was nothing the EMTs could do until you got to the ER.

When you finally arrived, everything was a blur. All you could comprehend was the pain you felt, especially when the doctors had to set your leg and clean all the other wounds on your body. They finally just gave you an IV drip of morphine, just so you wouldn't pass out from the pain again.

You could hear some commotion outside of the room you were in, you recognized the voice even in your anguished state. Billy was here, he was your emergency contact after all. A part of you wanted him to be with you, holding your hand. But you didn't want him to see you like this, so broken. You must've looked as bad as you felt, not something you want your fiancé to see, even though he's seen you on a lot of your bad days. But this was an exceptionally bad day.

As soon as the doctors and nurses let him, Billy rushed to your side, instantly looking heartbroken and getting teary-eyed. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I started speeding down here as soon as I got the call." He gently grabbed ahold of your hand and placed a delicate kiss on your slightly bruised knuckles. "How bad is it?" Billy looked to the doctor.

"A crushed fibula, a few major fractures in the tibia. Some cuts and scrapes on the arms as you can probably see, nothing too serious there, no need for stitches. But the leg will have to be in that cast for about eight weeks."

Your bottom lip trembled, the pain only increasing as the doctor talked, and Billy noticed. "Can you give them something for the pain, please?" He asked impatiently.

"Of course, we can give them 20 mgs of Oxycontin for now. Then put them on a schedule when they go home."

Your ears perked up at the word, panic striking through you. "Wait, can it be something else?"

"Babe, it'll work better than any other painkiller." Billy reassured.

"But-"

"Hey, I know this stuff, okay? It's completely safe."

You agreed, you trusted Billy. Plus, your pain was so great you didn't have the energy to argue. You had heard horror stories about Oxy since it's creation, but if Billy says it's safe...

A week passed, and you weren't feeling any better, but your doctor said that it's normal. It does that awhile for bones to heal. You just kept taking your medicine as prescribed, and it was fine. But as the days went on, you felt like you needed more. So you got prescribed more, you were on 40 mgs. Then you were on 60 mgs. When you started to need 80 mgs, that's when you felt like there was a problem.

You brought up your concerns with Billy, but he quickly brushed off the idea that something could be wrong with the drug. He showed you the research, he gave you every assurance you needed, but all of it still felt off.

No matter how much Oxy you took, you were still in pain. Being brushed off before, you decided to keep your struggles to yourself. You were in denial yourself, even after the eight weeks had passed and your injuries were healed, you still...craved...Oxycontin.

You had a panic attack when your doctor finally cut you off, it felt like you were sentenced to death. You needed to have the drug, your life depended on it. You felt so alone in all this, Billy was constantly working and never home. But a part of you were thankful for that, that way you wouldn't have to sneak out of your own home to try and find a dealer who could give you Oxy.

You wasted no time ingesting the pill you bought, it felt so heavenly. You could only describe it as having a powerful orgasm after a whole year of abstinence. Of course that feeling didn't last long, and the pain just kept coming back. What was worse is that you didn't even feel physical pain, it was the emotional pain that made you keep coming back to the drug. You knew you needed help, but you were too afraid to ask. At one point, you felt like you were a lost cause...

You had gotten so good as hiding your addiction from Billy that you started to get cocky. In the beginning, you usually hid in your closet to snort your pills, just in case Billy were to come home unexpectedly. But now, you sat in your living room, crushed Oxy pill powder in three long lines on your glass coffee table.

You had a rolled up dollar bill in your hand, lined up between your left nostril and the line of white powder, when you heard the front door to your house open.

Billy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, wide eyed in disbelief. Was he actually seeing this? He must've been hallucinating, right? You couldn't be snorting Oxycontin.

"Billy...what are you doing home?" You asked nervously, gripping the rolled dollar in your hand tightly.

"I got off work early...to surprise you..." Billy was expressionless, his voice null of any emotion. He was too much in shock to do anything but stare lifelessly at the powder collected on the table.

It hadn't been that long that Billy had his doubts about Purdue Pharma. He tried not to believe that he and his fellow sales reps had been lied to, been forced to say that Oxy was nonaddictive when it clearly was. He hadn't seen it, what the drug did to people, but now he finally had and it happened to the person he cared about the most in this world; you. Dr. Finnix was right...he was selling poison. You were poisoned with this shit, and it was his fault.

If only Billy knew, if only he had realized it sooner. Then maybe you wouldn't have become addicted.

"You need help. I see that now. I'm so sorry I didn't sooner." Billy frowned deeply.

"No, Billy, I'm fine. I'm fine." You chuckled manically, quickly standing up when Billy started to walk to you. "What're you doing?" You asked panicked.

"I'm throwing this garbage away."

"No!" You pushed Billy away from the table, his eyes widening in shock. "Don't." Billy pushed past you wiped the powder away in one quick swipe, making you scream angrily. "Why'd you do that?" You cried.

"Do you have any more pills? Huh?" Billy walked around your house with you following him, pulling at his arm when he started to get closer to the area where you kept your stash. "Is it in here?" He pointed to the closet, you quickly getting in his way and trying to block the door. "Y/n, please, this is for your own good."

"No, Billy, please!" You screamed as Billy pulled out your little baggie of pills. "You're gonna kill me, Bill! Do you want to kill me!? Do you hate me that much!?"

Billy paused as he held the bag of pills above the kitchen sink, sighing sadly and heartbroken at your hurtful comments. "No, I'm doing this cause I love you." He tried to ignore your screams and hits to his body as he dumped all the pills into the drain, turning on the garbage disposal.

"No!" You sobbed, falling to your knees. "You did this to me! I hate you. I wish I never met you, son of a bitch."

Billy felt his heart clench, a single tear falling down his cheek. "You don't mean that..." He whispered, mostly to himself.

You were sent to rehab, against your will. You cursed Billy out, said the most hateful things that came to mind without a filter, and you could see his flowing tears as you were taken away. You told yourself you'd never speak to him again. And at the time, you really felt hatred towards him, but once you started to have a clearer head during your time in rehab, remembering how many vile things you said to Billy made you want to die. Did those pills really turn you into something you hated?

You didn't even want to get out of bed, you were so depressed and worst of all, still craving those goddamn drugs.

You were told Oxycontin changes your brain chemistry, literally. It takes two years for the frontal lobe to repair itself, and that's only after you stop taking the drugs. It all felt so impossible. You really couldn't imagine yourself not taking Oxy, but that's where rehab tried to help you.

You hated what those pills turned you into, you felt ashamed, embarrassed of what your friends and family must think of you, what Billy must've thought of you. God, he must be so disappointed. He was supposed to be visiting you in a few days, how were you going to face him after everything you did? Why would he even want to see you?

Nevertheless, the days passed quickly and you felt like you were going to pass out. Billy was the love of your life and you were terrified of what he was going to say to you, if he had anything to say at all.

Unbeknownst to you, Billy was having the same fears. Whether it was true or not, he believed he was the one to hook you on the drug. He did this to you because he was addicted to the money he made, he literally made money off of you. If anything, you should've been pissed at him, not the other way around. Either way, he owed it to you to not just abandon you in your time of need, he'd never do that even if you were in the wrong; but he really believed you weren't. He just hoped you could forgive him.

Only one way to find out.

"Y/n, you have a visitor."

You felt your heartbeat quicken, the thought that Billy was just a few rooms away, waiting for you. You could practically hear your own heart pounding in your ears. You took a shaky breath in, trying to find your courage, but it was impossible as you slowly trudged down the squeaky clean halls of the rehab center, the strong scent of floor cleaner permeating the air around you and making you lightheaded. Just get it over with, Y/n...

You entered the main seating area where most of the residents hung out after the therapy sessions, playing board games and such, though, no one was in the room besides your fiancé. Even if it wasn't that long the two of you were separated, you still expected some sort of change in his appearance, whether it be as something as small as a haircut, but he still looked the exact same, save for his permanent expression of concern as you noticed you walk in.

"Hey..." Billy stood up from the couch he was sitting on, walking to you slowly. "You look so much better." Billy cringed at himself, were comments like that even allowed? He didn't want to make you self conscious, that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do.

"Thanks..." You said, slightly amused at his panicked face.

It didn't take more than a few seconds for you and Billy to rush towards each other and capture the other in a desperate hug. You both had missed each other so much. "I'm so sorry, Bill." You cried, wishing that you could take every bad thang you said back, but apologizing about a thousand might make up a fraction of the pain you must've caused him.

Billy shook his head as he pulled away, a pained expression in his eyes. "No, I'm sorry. I never should've pushed that poison on you."

"You didn't know..."

"But I should've. I was so naïve. Even when I heard that people were overdosing, I ignored all the warning signs. Then when it happened to you, I couldn't do it anymore. I quit working for Purdue. They wanted me to sign an NDA, but I refused. I know that it's probably gonna bite me in the ass one day, but I'm gonna so everything in my power to stop them from profiting off people's suffering."

You couldn't help but let out a sob, but the issue was, you didn't know if you were angry or overjoyed that he was going to try and stop Purdue. You had chosen the drugs over your own partner once before, so hearing Billy say that made you feel like you were mourning a loss in a way. But you tried to focus on the feeling of Billy's hands on your face, how comforting it felt, it made you feel safe. Oxy never made you feel safe, it increased your paranoia and the comedown was always painful. When you were with Billy, you were always happy and stayed happy even when the two of you were apart, because he was the best thing that's ever happened to you, and you can't believe you put that in jeopardy all for some stupid drugs.

"I don't want to feel like this anymore..."

Billy frowned, planting a tender kiss on your forehead. "It won't last forever, you can come back from this. And I promise you, I will help you every step of the way, as best as I possibly can. I'll never abandon you, even when things get rough. For better or for worse, right?"

You giggled. "You were supposed to wait to say that on our wedding day."

"I made those vows to myself as soon as we starting dating, baby. And I still mean it, I'm all in, for the rest of my life."

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ugh, I hate love, it makes me sick.

Dark Matter - Ernst Schmidt (The Cloverfield Paradox)

The movie was kinda trash, but Daniel Brühl's character was hot, and that was enough for me to write this cause I'm hyperfixated

2.7k words🤙🏻

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It was empty in space. You've always been told that, but you couldn't really fathom how empty it was until you had to live there.

It had already been a year since you joined the Cloverfield, in a seemingly impossible attempt to generate infinite energy for your suffering planet. The task felt unobtainable at first, but being told about the Shepard and its capabilities, you at least had to try.

You were brought on as a technician, alongside seven other members of this mission. In the beginning, you were full of hope and excitement for what was to come. Some thought of the awards and metals you might receive if you were to pull off such an accomplishment, but you weren't in it for the recognition or fame, you just wanted to save your planet. But that childlike wonder and awe you started out with quickly lost its glamour.

You already knew it would be hard to be away from your friends and family, you knew it would take several months or even years to pull it off. You remembered how proud your family was when you were approached to take this job, and they were so adamant that you take it that you couldn't really refuse. Plus, you were asked to go to fricking space, you weren't really convinced that you would have much trouble deciding even if the people you cared about didn't want you to go. But you missed your family dearly, and you were lonely.

Ernst was really the only person on the mission team that you genuinely got along with, everyone else you only saw as coworkers, people that you have to get along with. But with Ernst, it was so easy. You felt connected to him. You both were somewhat hotheaded, but with Volkov constantly finding fault with Ernst solely because he was German, you couldn't really blame him for being a bit fiery. And you had your own issues with Volkov, so you both could share in your annoyance with the man.

You were lonely most of the time, but you could find comfort in Ernst.

It wasn't really a surprise to you, but on your daily call with your family, they had told you that your grandmother had passed away. She was old and already had a foot in the grave, but you had been close with her once upon a time, so it did hurt a lot. She had been sick, and was getting sicker every day. But when you were told she was better all of a sudden, you couldn't help thinking that that was it for her in the back of your mind, and it seemed you were correct.

You didn't really know what to do. You were in pain, but you still had a job to do, so you couldn't just shut down. It was an important day, as you all were going to try to run the tests for the Shepard.

You got dressed in your crew uniform with an emotionless expression, and your face stayed that way. You just knew that if you allowed yourself to feel it, you would break down, and nobody looks professional during a breakdown.

You greeted everyone as you normally did, albeit with a more monotone voice, but you hoped that they just thought you didn't get enough sleep. Plus, nobody would really care anyways. You thought Ava might, just because she had to leave a family of her own behind, but you wouldn't feel comfortable opening up to her. And you absolutely did not want Ernst to know, he did not need any more issues to deal with, especially with how rude Volkov had been the past week, even more than usual. But unfortunately for you, the Russian did seem to notice your unusual mood.

"Wake up on wrong side of the bed, Принцесса?" The man teased, clearly in a sour mood of his own. You just sighed and chose to ignore him, not having the energy to start a fight. "What? No snarky comment for me this time?" He smirked, and you seriously wanted to punch him.

A waste of oxygen, you thought.

"Leave her be, man." Mundy voiced. "We don't need the negative energy today."

Ernst walked up to you as you watched your bagel getting 3D printed, already feeling your mouth going dry at the thought of having to eat it. You almost flinched when Ernst placed his hand at the small of your back. "You alright?" He asked.

You tried to smile at him and nodded. "Yeah, 'm fine. Just sleepy."

"I've had trouble sleeping too, so I understand."

"Come on, y'all!" The commander's voice echoed. "We gotta start running these tests now if we ever wanna be ready for launch day."

It was a very difficult day. The tests were a complete bust and it felt like the whole mission was just a bad idea in the first place. And Volkov just kept criticizing everything that you did, it was bad enough that he did it to Ernst, but it seems that Volkov somehow just knew that you were already having an off day. You just wanted to escape to your room and cry, maybe just sleep for a week. But you still had to log the notes that you made into the system, but that asshole couldn't leave you alone. "Another failure, who could've guessed?" Volkov snarked. "I swear, if you and Schmidt weren't on this mission, we would've succeeded by now."

"Please, Volkov, I'm not in the mood." You all but begged, the weight of your bad news getting heavier and heavier. Just a little while longer, and you can retreat back to the privacy of your bedroom.

You heard Volkov let out a little laugh, flinching when he forcibly turned you around to face him. "What's the matter with you?" He asked, definitely not out of the goodness of his heart, but only to tease you more.

"None of your business." You snapped, turning back around and trying to finish your work as fast as you could.

"Jesus, who died to make you all weepy, or is it just that time of the month?" Big mistake.

You broke, and you couldn't handle the man anymore. Before you could even consider the consequences, you balled up your fist and punched Volkov square in the nose. You had never punched anyone before, so that's probably why you didn't break his nose, honestly, it almost hurt your hand more. But you watched with satisfaction as blood poured freely down his face, an angered and shocked expression on his face.

"Cука." He growled, balling up his own hand tightly. You braced yourself as Volkov drew his fist back, closing your eyes and waiting for the pain to come. But thankfully, it never did.

"What the hell is going on?" Mundy exclaimed, holding Volkov back from getting his revenge.

"The whore punched me!" Volkov spat, holding his nose, blood seeping out of the gaps in his fingers.

"Well, you probably deserved it then. Come on, let's get you to Monk."

Despite being appreciative of Mundy's discreetness and overall favor towards whatever reason you could've given for your impulsive attack, you knew Volkov would take the first chance he got to blab to the commander and try to get you punished. But until then, you decided to hide out in your room, cradling your now injured hand in your lap, watching as it slowly bruised and throbbed.

Now, you were both in emotional and physical pain.

Tears welled up in your eyes when your hand would clench up and release, pain shooting all the way up to your elbow. You didn't know if something was broken, definitely sprained, but you didn't have it in you to care. You thought of your family, your grandmother, and all you wanted was to be home on Earth, even if it was an absolute shit show and you were probably better off in space. You wished you never had joined this stupid mission in the first place, you would've been there for your grandmother's passing if you hadn't.

"Fuck!" You yelled, throwing whatever was in your vicinity at the wall; apparently, an empty hydro flask. You hated feeling like this. You hated not being in control of your feelings like you usual were, everything was thrown off-kilter and you wished it would stop.

You bit your lip hard as tears fell from your eyes without permission, but that was just was you needed, even if you consciously didn't want that to happen. Feeling the tears stain your cheeks, hitting your bruised hand as they dripped off your chin, finally made you allow yourself to sob. You never felt lonelier than you did right now, crying by yourself in your empty, dark, and cold room. That is, until you heard a soft knock on your door.

You quickly wiped away any tears left on your face, shaking your head to try and force your feelings away, brushing yourself down to seem somewhat presentable for whoever was outside your cabin. You weren't that surprised to see it was Ernst, but it didn't make you less flustered when you realized he was analyzing your face, his expression turning into one of concern, which is what you didn't want. "May I come in?" He asked, not really giving you time to answer as he walked past you into your room. "You punched Volkov." He stated as you closed your door, turning back to face him with a frown.

"I'm willing to bet Kiel isn't too happy with me." You replied.

Ernst chuckled. "No, he isn't. But I've punched that bastard many times, so I don't think you'll have to worry about being punished. Plus, what can he do, throw you out of the station?"

"I suppose not. So, why are you here, Schmidt?" You asked, minding your hand and hiding it by crossing your arms.

Ernst furrowed his brows, taking a step closer to you, causing you to involuntarily take a step back. "You haven't been yourself today. You've been quiet, spacey, and you've never been the type to resort to violence; not like me. Though, Volkov probably had that punch coming, especially with how badly he's been treating you, which is also something you don't take quietly. I'm…I'm worried about you, Y/n." Your lips twitched upwards for a split second, Ernst rarely ever calling you by your first name, even in private. "And I know you're hiding that hand from me."

You could only watch as Ernst gently uncrossed your arms, putting on his glasses and wincing when he saw your slightly swollen hand. "Oh, Schatz, why didn't you go to Monk right away? Come on, let's get you to-"

"No." You refused, pulling your hand away, ignoring Ernst's confused expression. "I just…I don't-" You sighed, taking a seat on your bed. In truth, you were on the verge of a breakdown and you didn't want to be outside the privacy of your room when you eventually broke. One look at Ernst, and you could tell he understood, nodding lightly.

"I'll be right back." Ernst voiced, exiting your room and hearing his footsteps get further and further away. And several minutes later, Ernst came back, holding an ice pack and painkillers. "Take these, and let me look at that hand. Be thankful I know basic first aid."

"Thank you." You mumbled, quickly swallowing down the pain meds, but wincing when Ernst took a hold of your hand once more.

"Sorry." He said softly, trying to be as gentle as possible. "I don't think anything is broken. You're lucky. Volkov is known for his hardheadedness." He joked, making you crack a smile, which made him smile. His expression soon turned serious, but kept his gaze as soft as his hands on you. "So, are you going to tell me what's got you down, mein Liebling?"

It didn't take but a few seconds for you to break under his gaze, your eyes soon burning with overflowing tears. You brought your non-injured hand up to cover your mouth to keep your whimpers from escaping your throat, lowering your head in embarrassment. You kept trying to stifle your sobs as you felt Ernst move in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to sit on his lap where he held you in a firm but gentle hug. "It's okay." He whispered. "Just let it out, mein Liebe."

The dam finally broke at full force, the comfort of knowing that someone you trusted was with you made it easier to allow yourself to be vulnerable. You buried your face in his shoulder, tears running off your cheeks and hitting his jumpsuit. You shook in his arms from your racking sobs, and trying to keep it under control only made it worse. You knew you'd be humiliated after you settled down, but in the moment, you couldn't care less. Though, you still felt bad that you were being like this with Ernst without him even knowing why.

"My…my grandma died last night." You hiccupped, gripping onto Ernst's arm to help ground yourself. "I wasn't close with her towards the end, so I didn't think it would effect me this much. But I guess I was wrong." You chuckled bitterly, angrily wiping away your tears.

"I'm so sorry, Liebe." Ernst kissed your non-injured hand, and you tried to ignore how it made your heart skip a beat.

"I tried not to let it interfere with my work, but since the tests failed…maybe Volkov was right, it was my fault."

"He said that to you?" Ernst questioned immediately, making you regret ever mentioning it. "No. Volkov is a fuckin' arsehole and he can eat shit. It absolutely was not your fault. That fuckin' prick, I should find that bastard right now and-"

"Don't." You interrupted. "Don't. It's not worth it. He doesn't need another bloody nose."

"I disagree." Ernst snarked, but calmed down once he saw your somber expression. "But I won't, I'll stay with you as long as you want me to." He lightly wiped a small piece of hair that had fallen over your eyes, tucking his behind your ear, such an intimate gesture causing your face to heat up. "Do you want me to stay?" He asked softly, gently squeezing your hip.

"Yes." You smiled weakly, caressing the slight stubble that built-up on his face. You leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose, a more courageous moment for you. The look on Ernst's face almost made you regret such an action, until he himself leaned in; not kissing your nose, but your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut as his mouth moved against yours sensually, making your head spin as he kissed you like it was the only time he could. You moaned as he massaged his tongue with yours, taking his time in exploring your mouth, keeping a firm grip on your waist and roughly squeezing sparingly. And when you thought he'd take things further, he stopped, just as you started to ache for him. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily like he just ran a marathon. "You're exquisite."

"Then why'd you stop?" You huffed desperately, tugging at his shirt.

"It's not like I wanted to. Trust me, I would love to continue, it's just…well, grief can sometimes…uh, increase libido." He cleared his throat nervously, a tad bit overwhelmed. "I just don't want you to regret it, this. Because if it wasn't obvious already, I really like you. And I don't want to jump into anything too quickly, especially when you're in such a vulnerable state."

You smiled genuinely for the first time since you got the news, his clear respect for you warming your heart. "I wouldn't regret it. You're the only person on this station that I truly care about, and I have feelings for you too. But if it's important to you that we wait until I'm in a better, then that's okay. We have all the time in the world up here. But, I still don't want to be alone."

"Well, I wasn't planning on leaving, Liebling."

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No thoughts, just buff German man🥵

Hi! I saw you liked my post about Erik Jan Hanussen. Would you write for him, or are you simply interested in reading fics? Thank you anyway, hope you're having a good day.

Er, well...like, due to who the person was in real life and what he stood for, no? I wouldn't write for him because of that. My conscience would beat the crap outta me if I did lmao. Love Daniel Brühl, but I kinda lump Erik in the same category as his role in Inglorious Basterds, Zookeeper's Wife, ya know...the not so great people he's played😂

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR COLIN RITMAN X READER FICS!! Man I wish there were more people appreciating and writing them LMAO🧍‍♀️he’s so underrated and so so fine….Anyways,,keep on the good work you’re doing!🌝💕

Aww, thank you so much, sweet Anon!❤ I absolutely agree, more people should write for the man, he's definitely an interesting character😂