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with dreams came rain, part one. thomas x green-eyed reader

summary 📣: in which thomas has a dream about a pretty girl with pretty green eyes from his past

warning/s 🚫: “angst”

slater’s note 🗯: au but also still follows the storyline of the scorch trials (part two?)

sleep was hard to come by now a days.

the heat of the scorch sent thomas over on edge as he would have barely have time to sleep before being woken from deep sweats of stress and bad dreams that were always the same and always reoccurring but always so short.

he’d lie awake at night with his hands folded over his chest while his eyes studied the surface of the sky. dark and blue with tiny little lights that were just barely visible through the usual clouds full of thunder and lightening but never really rain.

he’d think and he’d hope for sleep and for peace to come to his mind at last but he knew it’d never come.

when sleep did come, he’d wish for the dream.

the dream with the pretty girl around his age with memorizing pretty green eyes filled with youth and spark. he could see the soul in them, full of harmonious joy that gave him life, that fueled him with happiness.

it was always the same. begun the same, ended the same, never with a hello nor with a goodbye.

and that angered him. he was always set mad with the lack of time he had. he wanted more. he wanted to say goodbye.

“look at the sky, thomas, look how pretty.”

everytime he saw you, it always rained.

literally rained. water fell from the sky, drenching the dry, hot sand. blinding any live eyes of the scorch.

“looks so soft and...”

“...calming.”

he held you closely and tightly with his arm wrapped around your back while the other held your arm, making sure you were stable up close on top of him.

“you make me feel calm... you make me happy, thomas,” you rolled over so your chest was fully pressed against his, hearts connecting, hands lacing together like puzzle pieces.

he felt like he couldn’t breathe. everything you were doing he wanted to last forever and yet he hadn’t had the slightest clue who you were despite everything feeling familiar.

like this was done before, you were real and not a figment of his imagination. every repetitive touch you shared together, every kiss, every word, every noise... it seemed all real and all just a distant memory that his subconscious was pulling up for a sense of relief.

“i feel stuck in my head when i’m not with you,” you whispered, lips moving closer to his, every inch closer to desire and praise and relief.

relief from the built up tension in his stomach. relief from the scorch. relief from WICKED, being hunted, seeing his friends dying, starting life over and over again. it was all relief once your lips touched his.

“please, never leave me.”

he should’ve known it was a dream by how good he felt and by the words that fell from his mouth so effortlessly and mindlessly and by how he didn’t worry about anything.

his stomach felt like as if there were a million tiny bunches of bubbles swarming and consuming every bit of him as he took in every bit of you.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

it always ended there. the fantasy world of soft colors and warm weather began to melt away and disappear, slipping from his finger tips no matter how hard he tried to grasp it, hold on tightly, but that only made it fall away faster.

and then it rained.

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missing piece, part one. thomas x reader

summary 📰: in which reader is ex-wicked worker with all her memory still intact and once she feels she’s finally gotten away from all that, it comes and pulls her right back in

warning/s 📬: swearing, NOT EDITED UGH

slater’s note 📮: this was originally an original fic on my wattpad but that was years ago but i wanted to bring it back so hi

“where’s y/n?”

“who’s y/n?”

“his girlfriend.”

“she’s not my girlfriend.”

the newfound safe haven had brought a lot of different anxieties, and the last thing thomas wanted was to be separated from his friends, especially you.

five minutes into sitting at a lunch table with new people and familiar faces of the glade, you were really the only thing on his mind as he searched the other tables looking for your face, listening for your laugh, but he found nothing.

“i didn’t see her get tested.”

“nor did i.”

“maybe she’s with teresa,” minho offered, “i saw her walking through the glass hall with a bunch of doctors. they could be running some extra tests... you know, girl stuff?”

“girl stuff?” frypan’s face screwed up as he looked between minho and winston, his mind not exactly processing what that was supposed to mean.

“i don’t know man, i’m sure she’s fine,” minho shrugged, trying to pry away from the awkwardness that took over as fast as he could.

“well, we can look for her later,” newt gave thomas a comforting look, his hand gripping his shoulder as a reassuring gesture, “right now, you need to relax, you’ve had a long day.”

°•

the cold fluorescent lights gave you a piercing headache as you sat in a practically empty medical hall with a needle up your arm and a comforting hand gripping your shoulder.

you couldn’t actually tell whether or not if it was comforting or rather just forceful so you would stay in place against the cold metal chair.

something about the place was rather odd, cold, and slightly uncomfortable. it wasn’t as scrappy as it should’ve been, it was well put together, well built, well secured, it didn’t make sense.

it resembled WICKED headquarters all too much, especially with how many doctors swarmed around you, gripping, pinching, breaking against your skin, desperate for whatever you had.

“alright, y/n, we’re done with you,” the lady removed the needle before placing a plain colored bandaid over the breakage of skin, small amounts of blood beginning to spill out.

you gave her the best small smile you could give her, placing your hand in your lap, trying to fight to the urge to question every single thing that was going on.

“janson wants to see you, and then you can go.”

you nodded, rubbing your hands together before pausing, eyes slowly raising up before saying ‘what?’ and just as fast you heard his voice.

“miss y/l/n, what a pleasure it is to see you again.”

you got out of the cold chair as fast as possible, almost tripping in the process. you felt your heart pick up as you begun backing away, not knowing where to go or what to do.

“why don’t we have a chat?”

you felt multiple hands grips both your arms as you continued to walk away while still facing him. you know this couldn’t end well.

°•

“you were always such a smart girl, even when you were younger. never so sure about anything unless you did it yourself. you had to know everything if you hadn’t known it already.”

it had taken a lot to hold you down before moving you into one of the interview rooms, handcuffing you to the chair.

“when ava heard we were picking up your section of maze, she was absolutely pleased,” janson paced back and forth before you, a stupid smirk slapped on his face, “more than pleased really. she’s hoping the past three years will have been more than enough punishment to have learned your lesson.”

“i’m not a fucking school girl, janson,” you scoffed, struggling against the metal practically digging into your skin, “what your doing is wrong and those three years only made me realize it even more.”

“oh really?”

“i’m finally past all this, why do you need me?”

janson scoffed, shaking his head before leaning over the table that separated the two of you. he was trying to get a ride out of you, you could just tell by the playfulness that surfaced in the center of his eye, “you think you can just take back all that you did? you were after all the one who created the maze.”

“yes but it wasn’t meant for the torture of young kids, janson. do you have any idea what it’s like in there? what you did?”

“i think it’s more or so what you did.”

“suck my dick,” you tried to get up but the handcuffs were preventing much movement, “i didn’t do anything but create a fucking maze. it was you and the rest of the fools that work for WICKED that twisted it into a death con.”

it’s silent and janson have you look as if asking if you really believed that. you wanted to punch him right in the mouth, make him realize that you weren’t one to fuck with at the moment.

“it seems you care a lot about these people, especially with how much lying you’ve done to protect them...” he sat in the chair across from you, folding his hands as if he was coming to reasoning.

you felt sick, your head slightly turning to the side as you felt something coming on, a catch, but you didn’t know what.

you couldn’t do anything for WICKED anymore, there was nothing left you could give them, and you knew what they wanted, what ava wanted was something more than a silly bunch of maze drawings.

“what do you want?”

“you want to keep your secret, you want to protect friends? you’ll give me what i want.”

you stayed silent.

“i think you know what i want.”

“i don’t.”

“i want your blood.”

“you mean you want to drain me?”

“ava thinks you’re the cure.”

“ava’s a fool.”

“but yet she’s gets what she’s wants, always.”

°•

“you okay?”

“yeah, i just need you- i just need you to- please.”

thomas stared at you, questioningly with his head ducked down close to yours, a look of slight desperation filling his pupils to the brim, wanting to know what was running though your mind.

you wouldn’t be able to answer him if he asked. it already took a lot of you to tel him to meet you in the bathroom hall in private to talk to him without breaking down before the rest of your friends eyes.

janson gave you two options. one, you could sacrifice yourself and give up the supposed cure to ava and not risk anymore young innocent lives, or two, you could be sacrificed but this time, your friends would join you.

you had to decide by the next morning.

the answer was becoming clearer and clearer as minutes went by and the images of innocent teens being strung up and drained for their blood flashed up through your mind, something janson thought to show you just in case you already weren’t convinced of outing yourself.

you felt like you couldn’t breathe, your chest tightening up as you gripped his forearm firmly, trying to steady yourself from passing out or breaking down, but the overwhelming feeling of pain was swallowing you whole.

“what, y/n, what’s wrong?”

“thomas, they’re gonna kill me,” your voice came out strangled and breathless as you look up to him, your eyes beginning to water.

it was beginning to get harder and harder to breathe.

“who?”

“WICKED.”

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home. thomas x reader

summary 📣: in which reader and thomas share a close moment wondering if they’re finally home

warning/s 🚫: naked fluff, swearing 

slater’s note 🗯: thomas has blue eyes in this okay? 

it was peaceful. 

the high pressured water knocked down all the pain away, all the soreness from running and rushing away from all the past problems that happened in the last few day. it all went down the drain. 

the heat made your skin go numb in the most sensational way, the best feeling that had ever touched your skin in the longest time. you wanted to stay in there forever, but something was drawing you away into your new profound home. 

you turned off the faucet, running your hands through your wet hair before stepping out of the shower, the cold air immediately nipped all over at your skin, surrounding you in coldness. it made you shiver while wrapping the white towel hung next to your stall around your body.

the room seemed to be completely empty, taking you by surprise since just like you, no one had had a proper shower in years. you shifted back and forth on your feet, the cold, wet tiles pressing hard against the bareness while you thought, soon noticing you weren’t the only one that still occupied the the shower room. 

the water echoed loudly throughout the hollow, tiled filled room. it sounded lightly of a rainstorm, reminding you of afternoons in the glade when heavy water droplets fell from the previously clear blue sky, roughly crashing into the ground and tearing up the grass. 

it didn’t feel real. none of it. hours ago you could've sworn there no other world out there than besides the glade, and no other people than besides the hundreds of boys that came in and out of the glade, death stealing them from their feet. 

until thomas. with his crazy ambition and pretty blue eyes that drove you wild and out of your mind. the things he did within a couple of days you couldn’t ever do in a couple of years. he saved you, every one of you. 

“hey, pretty boy,” you peaked your head through the thin manila material that shaded everyones eyes away from the person in the shower stall, that being pretty crystal blue eyed thomas. 

how'd you guess?

he turned around, slightly shocked before realizing it was you, his facial features softening but yet slightly surprised still. 

“nice ass.”

“shut up.” 

you smiled up at him, admiring the way his eyes were shining back at yours, full of feverishness, high of energy. the rest of him looked worn out, your eyes dragging away his own, studying his low held shoulders, bruised, but clean. 

“you gonna join me or not?” 

you dropped your towel, your smile expanding at his words. you had never been with him personally, not this personally anyways. he was always a rock for you the moment he came from the box, finding a strange sense of comfort in him, as did he with you. 

the moment you met thomas, you immediately saw something you never saw in other boys that came to the maze.

he had a court of hope that filled his eyes. it looked like he never slept, and for that, it also looked like his mind never stopped racing, never stopped thinking. he was special, he didn’t give up, he wasn’t okay with the fact that he was trapped unlike the other half of the boys who were rather comfortable with it. 

he was a prodigy of hope. 

“you talk to all girls that way, thomas?” “never met one until now.”

he held you close, his fingers pressing deeply into your hipbones as his eyes filled your own, full of admiration, consuming every feature of yours. he had an amused look on his face as he begun to pull you closer and closer, soon pulling you beneath the hot water.

his amused smiled expanded into a playful one as the two of your were now completely emerged in the warmth of thick droplets of steaming hot water.

your chest was soon pressed against his before the eagerness got the better of the both of you. his head dipped down close to you until the both of your mouths were pressed against one another’s.

a tension of pleasure begun to build up in your stomach as he worked his lips against yours, sucking before your head dropped backwards letting a low exhale of pleasure escape past your lips.

the slightest opening of your mouth made him take his chances, slipping his tongue against yours.

“you sure kiss like you have,” you pulled away, a smiled swarming your face as you watch him roll his eyes before cupping your cheek, kissing you one last time on your lips before pulling you into an embrace.

you had never felt that way before. a strange sense of comfort filled your stomach like a glass of juice. it added onto the warm ness of the shower as your cheek was pressed against thomas’ bare chest while his chin was pressed in the crook of your neck.

he pressed soft, wet kisses against your shoulder making your stomach go warm in happiness, a different happiness you had never felt before. you had never felt such a fast yet long euphoria made from such a closeness you had with nobody before.

you pressed a soft kiss against his chest before pulling away slightly, looking up to the boy with full admiration, “you think we’ll stay like this forever?”

“what, in the shower..?”

“no,” you lightly laughed breathily, “happy, safe... home.”

he pressed his lips together in a thin line, his eyes reaching the far top of the ceiling, thinking and thinking before looking down again, meeting your eager and rare innocent looking eyes.

“we’re close, baby, real close.”

you melt. your hand reaches up to touch his face lightly, thumb caressing the light cut along his cheekbone. he closes his eyes lightly underneath your soft touch, soaking up how gentle you were.

“you’re home to me, thomas,” you whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek before you paused, rubbing your lips together before jumping up on your tippy toes, kissing his pretty lips.

maybe it was too fast, too random, too out of pocket... but you felt as if you needed to say it. you wanted him to hear it no matter how short of a time you knew him.

“i’ve never felt this way about anyone, no one has ever made me feel this safe,” your hand tracked to the back of his neck, running your fingers through the back of hair, “you feel like home.”

this is weird for me to like request but can you like write a really fluffy soft ff abt gally and its x reader i love soft gally sm

Nothing weird about it, lovely. I love getting requests! And I love Gally very very much.

Warnings: none, just fluff (no gender specific pronouns for this one, can be read as GN or F!Reader)

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It was yet another noisy day in the Safe Haven. Buildings were being built, food was being cooked, people were talking and laughing.

But your head was just not in it for some reason.

Minho had told a funny joke and everyone laughed, but all you could manage was a chuckle. It was unlike you, especially around your friends. Your boyfriend, Gally, was always quick to notice how you were feeling, sometimes even before you knew yourself. Just one look from him was all it took for you to know that he realized you weren’t having fun, causing a crease in his brow to form.

“What’s got you down, babe?” Gally gently pushed his shoulder against yours, the water in the cup he was holding sloshing around with the sudden movement. 

You sighed wistfully, slightly shrugging. “Don’t know, woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” Gally smirked, knowing fully well that was not true, but you lightly swatted his shoulder with an eyeroll. “Maybe it’s just one of those days?”

Gally frowned. “I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed your temple. Yeah, it was just like that sometimes. Everyone had their days where past memories just seem to sneak up on them out of nowhere. It could be debilitating, especially when there was work to be done. It felt like there just wasn’t time for bad days anymore. “Hey, it’s a really pretty day out. Why don’t you go take a walk or something? Clear your head? Or try to, at least.”

You nodded, offering a small smile. “I’ll do that. Be back soon, love you.” You quickly placed a chaste kiss on his lips, your smile growing when you lightly pinched your side before you left.

It was one of those rare days on the island where the temperature wasn’t too scalding, a cool breeze from the ocean fanning out and flowing through the Haven and into the trees beyond the beach, making a whistling noise that whisked past your ears.

Journeying through the path that was made through the woods a while ago by the workers, you soon heard a noise that wasn’t the builders, wasn’t the wind, wasn’t the ocean. It was foreign to you, yet familiar, like it was a sound you should have known but had forgotten. It was high pitched and squeaky, you thought of birds but you knew it would’ve sounded too different. You intently followed the noise, trying to find the source. It was getting closer and closer until you heard a hiss. Snakes? No, can’t be.

You yelped as you suddenly felt a sharp burning on your leg, recoiling back and seeing tiny claw marks. Looking for the culprit, you almost immediately melted. A cat. That’s what it was. You had a vague memory of them from before, but you never saw one in person. 

It made the hissing sound again, its ears flattened back and its fur sticking up. It was scared, but it had nothing to be scared of, definitely not from you. It was so cute though, you had the primal urge to pet it, but that would just get you bitten. 

You slowly lowered yourself to the ground, trying to make yourself as non threatening as possible. “It’s okay, little one.” You spoke softly, extending your hand a tiny bit and making kissing noises. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

The cat eyed you, its ears pointed and its tail thrashed, trying to figure you out. It slowly walked towards you, sniffing your fingers, its teeth lightly grazing you. It meowed, and the sound almost made you implode. “May I pet you?” You asked in a high pitched voice, trying not to awe out loud when the cat nuzzled you. “Oh…my…god.” You whispered excitedly, slowly petting the cat’s head until it moved closer to rub itself against your leg, gently licking the wound it created. Were you the chosen one?

Now, you weren’t too knowledgeable about animals other than farm animals, but even then you were pretty sure none of them would have tried to lead you somewhere but that’s what this cat seemed to be doing. It was like something that only happened in fairytales, and you were sure as shit that you weren’t in a fairytale. But you followed the feline anyway.

As if you couldn’t get any weaker from cuteness, you followed the kitty to find out that she was a momma kitty, leading you to her litter of kittens that was the source of the squeaking earlier. You had to stop yourself from squealing. There were five of them, all cuddled up together and they were so small, almost like they were just born. They looked so fragile, but the momma cat seemed to be alright with you petting them.

The cat meowed at you again, gently pulling one of her kittens by the back of the neck and bringing it to you. Did she want you to bring them back to camp? You didn’t have to be asked twice.

You took off your jacket, gathering all the kittens and carefully picking them up, making sure they weren’t going to fall. The momma cat followed you closely as you walked back to camp, keeping a close eye on you as well.

You were wearing a large grin on your face as you walked back into camp, quickly calling over everyone and anyone that was nearby. “Look what I found in the woods!” You called out, beckoning over your friends and boyfriend.

Minho squealed uncharastically, immediately picking up one of the kittens gently. “Dude, they’re so cute!” He smiled, snuggling the tiny creature.

“Looks like that walk did you good, huh?” Gally chuckled, keeping a short distance away but still leaning to get a look at the cats.

“I mean, we have to keep them, right? They were all alone out there and it didn’t seem right to just leave them.”

“Does anyone even know how to take care of cats?” Minho asked, “I’m all for keeping them though.”

“Guess we’ll take it one day at a time?”

“Where do we keep them?”

“I’ll keep them in my hut for now.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Gally joined in the conversation, “why do we have to keep them? Why can’t Minho take them since he seems so smitten?”

“I don’t know what to do with cats, man.” Minho snapped.

“Gal, it’s fine. We can figure it out.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

Gally frowned. “I don’t know…”

“Good thing you’re not the boss of me.” You shrugged, carefully taking back the kitten Minho held onto and walked to your hut with Gally trailed behind. “Do you not like cats or something?” You asked, placing all the kittens on the floor next to your bed.

“No, it’s not that I don’t like them. It’s just another responsibility I don’t have time for. But feel free to let these things take up all your time, I’m sure Vince won’t have any issues with that.”

For creatures so small, they sure did take a lot of time and energy to keep them all safe and alive. You figured out their needs pretty quickly. You talked to other people at camp and a lot were interested in helping you out with taking care of them, especially Minho. The kittens got big pretty quickly, and they were weaned off their mother. 

Gally seemed pretty indifferent towards the cats, much to your dismay. He never even tried to bond with them, and he was annoyed that he didn’t have you all to himself anymore. But as the kittens grew older and didn’t need constant attention anymore, he loosened up a little. You could tell he was happy when the kittens went to new homes. You did keep one kitten, while the momma cat was everyone’s really, roaming around the Haven whenever she pleased.

Gally was reluctant to keep one of the kittens, but he had no choice in the matter. You were absolutely in love with yours, having it always by your side even when you slept, treating it like it was your own child in a way. You always had a nice chuckle whenever the kitten tried to nuzzle up to Gally, only for him to get really uncomfortable and give you pleading looks until you took the cat away.

It was only a couple months later when you came back to your hut one day, not finding your kitty or Gally. Finally searching your bedroom is where you found both of them, and it was the sweetest sight.

Gally was taking a nap on your bed, laying on his back with your cat laying right on top of him. He had fallen asleep petting the cat, his hand still tangled in its fur. You could hear its purring from the doorframe. You wished you could take a picture of the moment.

You slowly crawled on your bed, careful not to wake Gally, laying beside him and nuzzling up to his side while taking your hand to join his on your cat. You smiled as he instinctively moved to wrap his arm around you, turning on his side, ultimately moving the cat to be sandwiched between the two of you. “Hey, baby…” Gally whispered sleepily.

“Hi there.” You giggled.

“What’s so funny, hm?”

“Oh nothing, just thought you didn’t like cats and yet I found you here cuddling with mine.” You pet the purring cat in between you and Gally, its eyes closing to go back to sleep.

Gally blushed as he looked down to see the cat, rolling his eyes as he fought off a smile. “Okay, I admit it. It grew on me a bit.” He huffed, allowing himself to pet the cat alongside you. “But you tell anyone, I’ll throw this cat out.”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him.

“Okay, I wouldn’t do that, but at least don’t tell Minho. He’s become a crazy cat lady and he’d never let me live it down.”

You laughed softly. “Fine, fine. But can you admit that you love this cat now?”

“Don’t push it now.”

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i'm allergic to cats...like deathly allergic. it makes me very sad.

heyyyyy!! (i’ve never requested smt before so plz don’t mind my awkwardness) could you do smt with will poulter where he’s kinda subby (or not, lol it’s up to u), but he’s obsessed with eating reader out, and then they fuck? (also if u could like imply short!reader or thicc!reader (or both, yk) that would also be fantastic!).

anyways, i love ur work and tysm for writing!

Aw, you're not awkward at all! I'm honored I'm the first person you've requested a story from🥺👉🏻👈🏻💕 I kinda feel weird writing for Will at the moment, still kinda getting over the knowledge that he has a girlfriend now...i'm not jealous i swear😅 *cough*...anyway, so i'm making this Gally if that's okay? I've already gotten a Gally sub request so I thought this could knock out two birds with one stone

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), kinda sub!Gally, orgasm denial, oral (f and m!receiving), degradation, humiliation (if you squint), biting, femdom kindaa, one singular utterance of the word "mommy"🙈

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Gally was the least submissive person you had ever known. You wanted to be the dominant one for once, but you never knew how to get him in that space because he never ever did. You had to get clever.

One of Gally’s favorite things to do was eating you out. The boy lived for it. So you thought that maybe taking that away from him for a while would get him desperate enough to submit to you, at least for a little bit.

You had hatched your plan. You had no idea if it would work, but it would have to. You were determined to not give him before he did, you knew you were stubborn enough.

The day was almost over, soon everyone would turn in after work, including Gally. You both had your own separate huts, you had no idea why considering he always snuck into yours almost every night. He practically lived with you. But that was all the more reason you felt comfortable enough to issue this challenge without fear of being stuck with him if it went wrong.

You laid down on your bed, discarding your clothes, your skin prickling with goosebumps from being exposed to the cool air. You were tingling with anticipation, your nipples hardening and perking up, moaning softly as you reached up to pinch them roughly. Running your hands down your curves to reach your mound, spreading your legs and running your fingers through your slicked up folds. You sighed as you rubbed slow and light circles on your aching clit, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly.

Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing. Gally was finally here. You smiled for a second before continuing to pleasure yourself, pretending you didn’t notice him come in.

“Now what do we have here?” You gasped as Gally suddenly appeared in your bedroom door frame, a wide mischievous smirk adorning on his face. “What makes you think you can do this without my permission, huh?” He teased, his eyes darkening as he feasted on the sight of you.

You swallowed, you could do this. “And what makes you think I need your permission?” You responded tremulously, your pussy already responding to Gally’s domineering attitude, his eyes narrowing at your comment. But nope, you weren’t going to give in that easily. You wanted to get your way.

Gally slowly sauntered over to you, but still staying a couple feet away, hovering over you intimidatingly. “Excuse me?” He spoke lowly, an amused smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “What are you up to, sweetheart? You want me to fuck you rough tonight, huh? I can do that.”

“No.” You quickly said, taking a deep breath. “The opposite actually.” He gave you a confused expression, stepping back as you got up from your bed, looking up at him with sultry eyes. “I want you to be my submissive tonight. I want you to obey my every command like a good boy. Understand?”

Gally looked you up and down before letting out a laugh, causing you to scowl. “Aw baby, it’s cute you think I could do something like that. But no, sorry. I don’t think that’s what you really want. Clearly, you’re trying to get me all riled up so I can fuck you until you beg me to stop. Right?” He took steps towards you and leaned down to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him before he could.

“I’m being serious, Gally.”

“I am too, baby.”

You refused to pout or sulk, you held your head up high as you could, keeping a small smirk on your face. “Have it your way, Gal. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You turned away from him and put on your overnight clothes.

“Oh, come on.” Gally huffed. “You’re really gonna be this stubborn about this? Seeing you touch yourself like that made me so hard for you, babe. I wanna ravish that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” You smiled tauntingly, motioning him to leave your hut.

“You really wanna play this game, huh?” Gally smirked. “Fine. I’ll play, cause I know I’m gonna win. In a few days, when you can’t give yourself an orgasm like I can, you’re gonna be on your knees begging for me to fuck you. If you give in now, I won’t tie you up and bring you to the edge just to stop over and over again. Deal?”

You scoffed. “No deal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta finish what I started.” You blew him a kiss.

Gally frowned. “Game on, sweetheart. Game on.”

It was the first day of this game you started. After having a wonderful night’s sleep after making yourself come a couple times, you woke up with a smile, excited for the day. You hummed to yourself as you got ready for work, greeting everyone you walked by as you headed further into camp. It was perfect timing because you got to work with Gally this week, after some convincing with Vince. You usually cooked with Fry or helped out in medical, but you needed this to happen in order for things to go your way. You were a Builder in the Glade so it worked out.

As you helped saw some wood, you suddenly felt a hand on your hip and warm breath on your neck. “Come to your senses yet, sweetheart?” Gally teased, his grip on you tightening. “Were you even able to make yourself come last night, baby? It must’ve been frustrating.”

You turned around quickly, a prideful smirk on your face. “Actually, I made myself come twice after you left. I enjoyed myself very much, and got excellent sleep too.” You shoved him out of the way so you could leave to get more wood. But Gally grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him.

“Come on, Y/n. Don’t do this. I know you wanna prove a point but it’s no use. You’re never gonna get me to sub.”

You shrugged. “Oh well.” You looked down at your wrist. “Let go, please?”

Gally sighed as he released his grip from you, rolling his eyes as he tried to shift his focus back on work.

You felt Gally’s eyes on you the whole day, frowning or scowling whenever you stole a glance at him. It just made you giggle. You had no problem with getting him frustrated, you knew no matter how far you pushed him, he’d never force you to do anything even if you were teasing him.

It was night and you sat on your bed reading a book, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. The door to your hut opened and you put down your book, anxious to see if Gally was ready to submit to you yet. He walked in your room with a smug expression. Welp, there goes that hope. “Still continuing this silly game?” He asked.

“I don’t find it silly.” You smirked, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening pussy underneath your extra large shirt, sliding the end of the shirt up your thighs to reveal more. “Frankly, I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would.” You teased your entrance in front of Gally, whose eyes were fixed on your fingers going in and out of your cunt, a tent forming in his pants already.

“Do you wanna be able to walk in the morning?”

“You’re not fucking me, Gally. Not tonight. Not until I get what I want.”

Gally groaned, frowning for the umpteenth time that day. “Seriously? You can’t touch yourself in front of me expecting me not to fuck you? You can’t do this.”

“Watch me, sweetheart.”

Day two and you were starting to believe you actually had a chance of winning this game. Gally looked like a kicked puppy last night. You were surely giving him blue balls by now, but you were still keeping your pussy happy and satisfied every night without him. Honestly, from the looks of it, it was more of a punishment for him than it was for you. You could go without sex, for the sake of a challenge of course. Most of the time, Gally was on you like a dog in heat, so you were pretty positive that you could outlast him.

You almost felt sorry for him as you saw him in the morning. He looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep, he had bags under his eyes and he looked unkempt. If that was all from a lack of sex, you started to think it was a problem and maybe this was good for him. But he could put all that suffering to an end if he just gave in. Oh well.

“How was your night?” You asked as you sat together during lunch.

Gally scoffed as he picked at his food. “Fine. Yours?”

“Really good.” You smirked, running your finger through your plate and slowly licking the food off your finger while keeping eye contact with Gally, sucking on the digit before releasing it with a pop. “Mm, Fry’s gotten better at cooking, wouldn’t you say?” You jumped slightly as Gally pushed his plate away and stormed off to his hut, rolling your eyes as you followed him after a few minutes.

You entered his hut without knocking, walking into his room to see him jerking himself off on his bed, but stopping as soon as you walked in. “Aw, is someone frustrated?” You giggled. “Please, continue. Don’t let me stop you. I’ve been getting off every night, so you should be too.”

“It…it’s not the same.” He huffed in annoyance, stuffing himself back in his pants. He stood up and walked to you, gently caressing your face. “Please, Y/n, let me fuck you. I’m gonna go crazy if I can’t soon. Let me eat you out at least.”

You smiled sympathetically, leaning up and standing on your tiptoes to give him a passionate kiss, the simple act eliciting a moan from Gally. “Of course you can, baby. But first…get on your knees.” You said as you pulled away.

“What?” He stuttered.

“You heard me. On. Your. Knees.” You smiled sweetly.

Gally groaned loudly, turning away from you and punching a wall. “Fuck sake.”

“I suppose that’s a no then?” You frowned. “Guess I’ll leave you to your business then.” That night Gally didn’t even come to your hut, you were left to yourself and your own fingers yet again. 

Two more days passed and Gally had decided he wasn’t even going to talk to you, trying not to even look at you because if he looked at you then he’d get horny and he wouldn’t be able to relieve himself like he would want to. You were doing perfectly though. You were proud of getting work done and you didn’t go a night without being satisfied. It was quite lovely. Though you did start to worry about Gally and…well, his dick. He still looked like he never got sleep which was more concerning. You started to wonder if you should quit this game…

You were almost done reading a book as you heard a knock on your door. Curious who it could’ve been, you put some pajama pants on to cover what your oversized shirt couldn’t. You furrowed your brows when you opened the door to see Gally on the other side. “You didn’t have to knock.” You giggled. “Thought you were someone else.”

“Can I come in?” He asked nervously.

“Uh, yeah, of course.” You allowed him in and shut the door, turning around to see him with tears brimming his eyes. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I…I haven’t been able to make myself come…since you stopped letting me have sex with you. Every time I try, no matter how long I jerk off, I can’t fucking come.” He ranted, his fists clenched at his sides. “I need you, baby. I need you to make me come.”

You felt sorry for him, but you still gave him a look that told him you still weren’t going to let up.

Gally sighed shakily, slowly lowering himself to his knees. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. “Please…” He whispered, looking up at you pitifully.

You smiled softly, leaning down to kiss him, bringing him back up on his feet. “It’s okay, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.” You led him to your bed, slowly lifting up his shirt and almost drooling at this sight of him. “So handsome…Undress me.” You ordered, Gally eagerly lifting up his hands to remove your shirt. “Slowly.” You scolded.

You weren’t wearing a bra, so your tits bounced freely as Gally lifted and removed the shirt, letting out a shaky exhale as he finally saw your breasts for the first time in almost a week. “Fuck, baby…” He breathed as he started to lean down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, but you stopped him.

“Relax. Lay down.” Gally did as you asked reluctantly, huffing silently as he laid down, awaiting your next move. He hummed as you ran your hands up and down his naked torso, kissing down his abs and biting down occasionally, unbuckling his pants and pulling them and his underwear down his legs. His cockhead was a bright red, twitching against his stomach and the tip leaking precum that puddled onto his happy trail. “My poor baby, all this time without being able to relieve yourself? Must’ve been so miserable.” Gally moaned loudly as you licked a stipe up the underside of his cock. Then, a noise you’ve never heard from him escaping his lips, a whimper. You actually made Gally whimper. You chuckled. “You could probably come so easily right now, huh? Want me to do that? Make you come? Want me to drain your cock all night?”

“God, fuck yes.” He panted, his face flushed red almost resembling the tip of his cock.

You took his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head very slowly, making Gally moan pitifully. It wasn’t even a couple minutes of sucking him off that he spilled into your mouth, various curses and groans leaving his mouth as he bucked into you. “Wow, you didn’t last long at all. Bad boy.”

“I-I’m sorry…it just felt so good.”

You hummed in disapproval. “I suppose you could make it up to me. Would you like that? Wanna make me feel good too?” He nodded vigorously, leaning forwards to kiss you roughly but you quickly stopped that. “Lay back down.” You crawled on top of him, making your pussy hover over his face. “You’ve made me so wet, baby. See how wet you’ve made me from obeying me like this?” Gally tried to lean up to taste you, but you kept a knee on his shoulder, making him stay put. “Beg to eat my pussy.”

Gally blinked up at you in surprise. It was weird, usually you were the one to beg him. Oh, how the tables have turned. “Please, Y/n…” He whispered.

“Please, what?” You smirked.

“Please, baby, let me eat you out. I wanna taste you so bad. I need to taste you.” He finally begged and you moaned in pleasure before he even did anything to you. You lowered yourself down onto his face and crying out as he quickly devoured you, licking up and down your folds and focusing his tongue to play at your clit.

“Fuck, Gally.” You moaned, bucking your hips against his face, grabbing onto his hair tightly as you rode him. “Feels so good, baby. You’re making me feel so good.” You groaned as he started teasing your entrance with his tongue, sinking in and making your wall clench around him. “Yes…” You whispered, leaning back to stroke his cock, his moans sending soft vibrations into your pussy. “Getting hard again already?” You chuckled breathlessly. “Poor baby’s been so deprived, huh?"

You gasped loudly as Gally traveled back to your clit, sucking and licking on it mercilessly. You felt those shocks of pleasure shoot throughout your entire body, making you writhe and squirm on his face, allowing your body to give in to this primal force inside you. “Oh fuck, baby. I’m so close. Make me come, make mommy come, baby.” You squealed, riding Gally’s face harder with abandon, desperate to reach that peak.

You finally let out a strangled moan as you came on Gally’s tongue, lightning bolts of euphoria traveling through your veins and causing goosebumps to rise all over your body, your nipples hardening almost painfully as you rode out your orgasm. It was so all encompassing that your vision went hazy for a split second. You then shakily moved off of Gally’s face, a proud smile on his face. “So fucking talented.” You smirked, kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“Please…” He whispered breathlessly.

“That’s a good boy, using your manners.” You saw Gally lick his lips as you hovered over him, lining his cock up with your soaked entrance, groaning loudly as you finally sunk down on him. “I only have one rule: you can fuck me, but don’t touch me, let me ride you.” That made him frown, but his lips quickly formed an o shape as you started to bounce on his dick.

You scowled as you felt Gally’s hands reach up and grope at your breasts, but you quickly slapped them away and pinned them on each side of his head. “What did I fucking say?” You scolded, your angry tone almost scaring yourself, but you put on a dark smile. “Baby? What did I tell you, hm?”

“Not to touch you…”

“Exactly, so why did you disobey me?”

“I just…I needed to feel you, to hold you.” He looked so soft, so vulnerable, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

You heard Gally whine as you got off of him, looking at you in hurt curiosity as you grabbed his belt from the floor. “To make sure you don’t disobey me again.” You snapped the belt, making him flinch. “Hands together for me, above your head.” You were almost surprised when he listened to you immediately, allowing you to tie both his hands together with his own belt. “You look so pretty like that.” You chuckled softly, kissing him before sinking back on his cock. “Now, behave, my love.”

“Fuck…” Gally moaned, his hands balled into fists and his head thrown back in pleasure, giving you easy access to bite the sensitive flesh on his neck. “Baby…” He whimpered, unable to stop himself from bucking up into you.

“God, it’s like your cock was made for me.” You moaned as he thrusted up against that special spot inside you, the faintest beginning of another orgasm starting to build in your core. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come again.” You chuckled breathlessly.

“Let me touch you.” Gally whined. “Please. I need to touch you.” At that point, you were too fucked out to continue being harsh and demanding with him, and you wanted to feel his hands on you too. You unlatched the belt, his hands immediately finding your love handles and squeezing roughly, the bruising pain mixing with the pleasure creating a lovely sensation.

You were mumbling sweet nothings incoherently, your mind clouded due to being on the precipice of another orgasm and Gally was right there with you. Your hands were on his chest, surely leaving bright red scratch marks, but also making sure he stayed put. Gally’s hands traveled all over your body, varying from slapping and kneading your ass, groping your breasts, and holding on to your hips. You squealed when he lowered his hand to rub your clit, amplifying the pleasure, giving you exactly what you needed to finally send you over that edge with him. You looked into each other’s eyes as you came together, your eyes glazing over with tears as Gally’s closed his tightly, spasming beneath you as he released inside you.

You and Gally both let out breathless laughs as you came down from your highs, you pulling off and plopping down beside him on the bed. A part of you thought that this was all a dream, had you actually pulled off turning Gally into a sub? You almost considered pinching yourself, until his laugh from beside you forced you back into reality. “What?” You asked with a somewhat nervous chuckle.

Gally smirked. “Mommy?” He raised an eyebrow and you instantly blushed.

“It just came out…”

“Uh huh.” He snickered before you lightly slapped his arm with a pout. “I’m not judging, thought it was kinda cute.”

You scoffed. “Cute, ha. Yeah, I’ll never say it again. Are you okay though? I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

Gally smiled, turning over on his side and giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You were perfect.”

“Did you…like it?”

He pondered for a moment, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Maybe a bit more than I thought I would. It was very different, obviously. I enjoyed that you enjoyed it, didn’t know you could be so mean.” He teased with a smirk, running a hand up and down your arm. “It was sexy.”

You smiled hopefully. “So does that mean I can dominate you more often?”

Gally rolled his eyes playfully. “Maybe on special occasions.” Then his eyes turned dark, suddenly hovering his body above you, one of his hands gripping your neck gently. “I gotta say, that little game you played this week, you know you’re gonna be paying for that, right?”

You smirked. “That’s also what I was hoping for.”

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BONK🔨BONK🔨, HORNY JAIL 💦🔫

The Janson Sisters - prologue

I wrote this 3 book long fanfic on Wattpad last fall and finished the last book in early January 💀. Idk if it’s a good idea to post it here, but I will. My grammar is probably preposterous, but I just wrote it for my friend and I so it’s fine.

The Maze Runner Fanfic - About two girls named Maria and Lydia who are on the journey of self discovery and why they were created. Will they live?

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                  It was cold, dark and still all at once. There was a loud blaring sound as lights flashed in the small room, illuminating only so much "Hello??" Lydia yelled while frantically looking around. She soon realized it was hopeless to try and see her surrounds, as it was almost impossible to see without light. She realized a girl next to her, but she wasn't awake "Hey!" She yelled while lightly shaking the other girl's shoulder. The girl didn't budge, the only thing that moved was her hair and that was only from Lydia shoving her.

A loud alarm blared again, this time the room started to move "HELLO?? HELP!!" Lydia started to scream as she tried to stand up. One of her only concerns were that the other girl wasn't waking up and whatever box or room they were in was moving higher and higher. She started to look around, seeing nothing else was in the box besides them "HELLOOO!!" She extended her scream. Which was to no avail, as no one seem to answer her. She looked up, seeing the box was coming fairly close to a red dot. She then realized the red dot was growing closer "Oh shit" she said to herself.

The box then stopped; another loud beeping sound echoed "Why is it coming back up?" Someone yelled from the other side. Lydia stared at the ceiling, as she scooted over so she was closer to the unconscious girl. The ceiling then opened, allowing the bright sun to shine in "Quick open the gates" a male voice commanded. Lydia felt herself grow more anxious, the metal gates above her were then lifted. She felt as though the only sort of protection she had was taken from her "It's...two girls." the Blonde boy said in a confused tone. The blonde boy had a thick British accent that sort of rang a bell, but she didn't know from where, he didn't look familiar.

Without warning, a boy with these angry looking eyebrows hopped in "Stay back!" Lydia shrieked as he inched towards them. The boy stopped, he looked confused "What's wrong with her?" He questioned while gesturing to the unconscious girl. Lydia glanced at the girl before looking right back up at the boy, making sure he didn't do anything weird "I don't know" she replied. He nodded "Okay. Well let's get you two up" he said while reaching for the unconscious girl, which was a mistake. Lydia then shielded herself over the girl, feeling a need to protect her "I don't know who you are, how do I know you won't do anything weird" she said while still covering the girl. He stared "Newt, Thomas come down here they won't comply" the guy spoke again. Lydia frowned "If you touch me or her, I will hurt you" she threatened, hearing her voice crack as she tried to defend herself. The guy with the furious eyebrows rolled his eyes "We're not going to hurt you" he said as the two boys he called for jumped down.

The blonde British boy and his friend, who had dark brown hair and a very slim face shared a glance. Lydia could tell they weren't fully on board with whatever the guy with the stern eyebrows was saying and she took advantage of that. The three discussed with each other about how they were going to get the two girls out of the box, when The blonde British boy reach towards the unconscious girl. Lydia pushed him back "Too close buddy" she said rudely, Newt sighed as he attempted to at least get the girl up. The two started arguing, Newt didn't understand why she was so threatened, and Lydia didn't understand why he didn't get why she felt that way.

With all the commotion, it had awakened the previous unconscious girl. When she finally opened her eyes, the first thing she did was shield herself with her forearm. The sun was shining right into her eyes, blinding her from her surroundings "Look, now you woke her up" Lydia said while shaking her head. Newt seem to of had enough, reaching in their direction again was another mistake he made. Since Maria didn't have the first clue on what was going on, the first thing she did was defend herself "Don't touch me!" She yelled while punching the blonde boy. Everyone watched as he flew back, creating a loud thud as he came in contact with the metal box.

Maria covered her mouth, realizing she could have just made a huge mistake "Alright that's enough!" A boy above them yelled. This was a new voice the two hadn't ever heard "Guys get out of the box" he ordered, the boys that were in the box with the girls then climbed out.

All the boys backed up "Hello gals, my name is Alby. We do not plan on hurting you" he started to explain, Lydia then interrupted "Why can't I remember anything?!" She panicked. Alby sighed and nodded "I know you're scared, probably confused and we were all like that when we first came up in the box. I know you have no reason to believe my word, but I promise If you come out of the box nothing bad will happen to you" he said with a very convincing tone. Lydia stood up slowly, holding a handout so it could help the other girl.

As they stepped out of the box, the feeling of the grass felt unreal and so soft at the same time. For some reason, the sun was even hotter outside the box "Now follow me" the guy named Alby instructed. The girls shared a glance, debating on if they should actually follow or not. Lydia shrugged and started to follow him "If they wanted to hurt us, they would of by now, right?" She said in a low tone, low enough for Maria to hear. Maria nodded, agreeing as she too followed the unfamiliar man. Mass majority of the area was a huge field, but the biggest eye sore was the 100-foot walls that surrounded them. All sorts of plants grew off of it, it seemed to mainly be Vines. Alby then turned around once they were far enough from the group of boys "Now I know you don't know where you are or who we are" he started while crossing his arms. Lydia put her hands on her hips "Yeah, why are we here?" She questioned "You sure have a lot of questions. But like everyone else, so do we" he said while turning back around.

Alby gave the impression that he had all the answers, but from what the girls could tell - he didn't. He kept rambling on, about how they first started up here, how the maze is the only way out and they had already tried everything. The system in this place he called "The Glade" sounded like a well-built society. Of every question Lydia threw at him he had an answer for, this whole thing sounded like a joke "So, what you're saying is. You don't know who put us here or why and we just have to survive?" She said a tone that indicated she didn't believe him. The guy sighed "Yes, we live in this place like a family. All we have is each other" he explained while still walking. Luckily while Alby gave them a tour, a lot of things were brought up and discussed. They figured out the types of jobs there were, and Lydia had her heart set on being a Runner. Maria on the other hand, desired being the medical assistant.

The sun was setting, and the beautiful horizon glow peeked over the wall "Now I don't know you too. But you will get your names back in a few days. It's the one thing they let us remember about ourselves" he started "And I meant it when I said we wouldn't harm you. Though still stay aware because these Shanks have never been around a girl. Well, from what they can remember of course" he said as he warned them. The sun was gone by the time they made it to the so-called Homestead "I had Chuck here set up your hammocks. Please feel at home" he said while saying his goodbyes "And never shy away from asking me questions. I'm sure everyone here would have answers for you, but you can always personally come find me" and with that he walked away.

The Janson Sisters - chapter 2

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                  Chatter grew loud as the girls slept, the boys were so curious about them that some of them didn't even stop looking at them. The boys were too loud however, as it woke up Maria. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing boys huddled around her "Oh, good morning Green bean" Chuck said as he gave her a smile. Maria smiled back, she liked this one "Morning" she said while sitting up. Lydia was still out, fast asleep in her fetus position "How'd you sleep" Chuck asked. As Chuck talks to Maria, the rest of the boys become uninterested "I slept good thank you. How did you sleep?" She asked him as she slipped out of her hammock. They continued talking, his company was very welcoming and he sort of reminder her of a little brother she didn't remember having. A sense of urgency to protect him no matter what came into play "Sorry to interrupt you, but what is your name?" Maria asked while she retied her shoe. He laughed a little "My name is Chuck" he introduced himself "And I want to assume your name might Janson. You kept whispering it in your sleep" he said while putting his hands on his hips.

Maria shrugged "Sounds more like a boys name" she said while staring at Chuck. Lydia sat up, catching the twos attention "Morning" she greeted as she popped her neck and back. They greeted her back, seeing dark rain clouds start to fall in.

Rain poured down, almost flooding the place "Does it normally rain this hard?" Maria asked as she watched people run around. The girls sat on a bench with Chuck, chatting about small things in the glade "A lot of the guys already have interest in you guys" Chuck said while laughing to himself. Lydia leaned back "Which ones?" She said as she saw random boys running around, not seeing the one guy she was truly looking for. Chuck smiled "Zart and Gally for sure have a crush on you, Greenie" he said while pointing them out. Maria laughed too, entertained "Oh no way, who's into her" Lydia asked as she gestured to Maria. Maria's face turned a crimson color "Oh, Ummmmm" Chuck said while scanning the area "Him" he said as he pointed at a boy. The girls followed to where Chuck was pointing "Winston" he named. As Chuck pointed, it seemed to of caught Winston's attention "Oh and here he comes" Lydia stated the obvious. Maria nudged Lydia, hearing as her dear friend kept laughing "Be nice" Lydia reminded her as Winston grew closer to them.

Chuck greeted Winston as he approached them, Maria viewed him as secretly as she could "Not bad" she whispered. Lydia nodded as she started to look else where, maybe seeing the one guy she was weirdly interested in knowing. Winston then walked up to Maria, he stuck his hand out "Hello, I'm Winston" he introduced himself. Maria reached up and shook his hand "Hello, its nice to meet you" she said while standing up. Their conversation was then cut short, screaming and shouting erupted from the Maze's entrance "What's happening?" Lydia asked as she too stood up. Winston took off, running towards the rest of the crowd "Hurry, we need to get over there" Chuck said as he tried his best to run. The girls followed, trying to stay with Chuck so he wasn't left behind.

The boys were screaming, yelling things like "Come on! Minho you can make it!" and "Minho just leave him!" another shouted. The girls pushed threw the crowd of screaming boys, seeing that the entrance to the maze was closing "Who's all in there?" Maria asked while trying her best to peek over someone's shoulder. Lydia saw it clear as day on what was happening, in the maze she saw Minho as he tried his hardest to get Alby back to safety. The walls were getting close "Minho! Leave him!" Chuck yelled out, Lydia looked down at Chuck. With no warning, Lydia then sprinted into the maze, feeling as multiple hands reached for her "GREENIE!!" Gally yelled. Lydia sprinted as fast as she could towards Minho "Come on" Lydia said as she took one shoulder, seconds later louder hollers echoed as Thomas ran into the maze as well. The loud bang of the door fully shutting boomed "Good job Dumbasses. Now were all going to die" he said while letting go of Alby. Lydia rested her hands on her knees, trying her best to catch her breath "For fuck sakes" Lydia mumbled as she looked down at Alby "Why is he unconscious" she asked. Minho sighed to himself as he lifted Alby's shirt to reveal the sting "I had to do what I knew was right" he said, barely giving an explanation. The loud growls ricocheted off the stone walls "This is going to be a long night" Lydia said, slightly complaining.

Maria took a sharp breath, like she had the wind knocked out of her "Maria" she blurted, almost like it was something that forcefully came out. Gally raised an eye brow "Maria??" he questioned "My name is Maria" she said as she looked at him. He didn't seemed impressed "Of course, some big event happens and you so happen to figure out your name. Whatever, it doesn't matter. Glad to hear you figured out your name" he says as he pats Maria's shoulder before walking off. Maria sighed, feeling slightly ashamed "Don't sweat it Maria. I'm glad you figured out your name" Chuck said while he punched her arm. She smiled "Thank you Chuck" she said as she turned around. In the distance, she could see the Gardens and standing up against a post was that blonde haired boy. She didn't like him, as negative as that was she knew something wasn't good about him - Or that's what she assumed. She didn't understand why she didn't like Newt, something about him just really irked her. Like she knew something no one else did.

The rain finally slowed down to a sprinkle "Newt is our second in command, but I'm sure you already knew that" Chuck said while he dropped down into his hammock. Maria stared at the doors, wishing they'd just open so the rest of the group could come back in. One day in here and the only other girl was already breaking rules, running into the maze and getting stuck out there. Maria only really stuck with Chuck, he was her comfort and she found him to be like her little brother "Chuck, do you think they'll make it?" she asked, hoping he'd have some sort of closure. Chuck didn't answer, instead he handed Maria a little wooden star with little designs in it "Have this, It was something I was originally going to give it to the other Greenie. But, you know" he said while walking away. Maria stared down at the star, seeing the the little swirls that were engraves "Hey" she heard next to her. She didn't have to look to know who was standing there "Hello" she said while looking at him. Newt stood there, with his arms crossed "Chucks telling everyone you figured out your name" he said while standing right next to her. Maria side eye'd him, she hummed in response and Newt caught on quick "Well, Maria. I'm Newt. But you should know me anyway, you punched me" he said while looking over at her. Maria looked him up and down, viewing his figure "I don't know what it is about you. But every time I see you I have a feeling that I shouldn't be around you" he said while turning his whole body towards her. Maria felt a little uneasy "I feel the same way, Something about you really bothers me" she replied back while also turning towards him.

The night was long, the only thought on everyone's mind was the debate on whether or not the rest of them were going to make it. Majority had doubts, meaning the people who thought they could make it was slim.