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Dying

Poly!marauders x reader, James Potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader, Sirius Black x reader

Summary; the marauders had known their girlfriend smoked to dissipate the pain from her abusive family. They just didn't know how bad it could, and would get

Words; 1,400+

Warnings; serious TW, mentions of abuse, toxic asf family, drug abuse, weed, alcohol, whiskey, underage drinking and smoking, substance abuse, self harm, cuts, abuse (ish?), depression (not mentioned but apparent), seriously bad mental health

If you are easily triggered I advise you do not read this as it covers very serious topics.

I will be making a part 2 with a happy ending, because they exist and you deserve one, no matter how deep you've dug yourself into a hole.

If you are struggling with mental health issues and need help call or text 988 to get in touch with the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline. If you are struggling with substance abuse and or mental health and need help call 1-800-662-4357 to get on the phone with an employee of SAMHSA (Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration. If you are being abused or neglecting by family members or someone else and need help call 800-799-7233 to get on the phone with some from the National Domestic Violence Hotline.

If you need help please reach out. Whether it be to one of the resources above, a trusted adult or friend, or me. I cannot speak for others around you but I can for me and I am here for every single one of you. You can talk to me no matter how small, large, serious, "dumb" ("" bc no problem is actually dumb), no matter what. I will sit and listen to you for hours. Almost everything mentioned in this story are things I have experienced. Abuse. Self harm. Substance abuse (smoking and drinking). And pushing away the people who want to help. I understand and will listen. You matter, and you are loved. It will get better, I promise. You can take my word for it. I love all of you, no matter who you are, and I beg you to reach out of you need someone to help bare the weight the world has given you. I'm here for you, and I'm proud of you for being here today, no matter how hard to was.

You are not alone.

When James, Sirius, and Remus first found out their girlfriend was a borderline stoner, they seemed fine with it for the most part. James was indifferent, believing she wasn’t consuming a dangerous amount. Sirius was impressed and baffled, he spent weeks trying to figure out how she snuck the drug into Hogwarts, which had a strict policy against the use of substances. Every once in a while Sirius even joined Y/n in a smoking session. Remus, however, seemed to be the only one who was slightly worried, he knew all about unhealthy coping mechanisms and how addictive they are, but he chose to trust his girlfriend and left it alone, something he felt very guilty about later on.

Everything changed after the summer before sixth year. The four had kept in frequent touch, mourning over the fact that they couldn’t find a time to get together. Mid August Y/n had stopped responding to letters sent by her boyfriends, which worried them immensely. And when she arrived at platform 9 ¾, looking sickly pale and high out of her mind, they knew something was wrong. 

Stubborn as usual, Y/n proclaimed she was fine. Having lied and said that this was her first time doing any illegal substances, which includes alcohol and other drugs, in weeks, and she was just enjoying it. Each of the boys had a pit in their stomach, their girlfriends usually cheerful aura completely gone, seeming to have faded over the summer.

Sirius was the first to notice the problem with your smoking. He took into account the changes in your stash when he would join you every once in a while, the amount you had from one session into another completely decimating your lie about only smoking once or twice a week. 

Remus was the one who noticed your drinking problem. He had invited you on a study date with just him, James and Sirius being busy with quidditch practice, and you had showed up late. He didn’t mind, knowing you weren’t the most punctual person, but what he did mind was the strong scent of alcohol you had attempted to cover up with a spell. It hadn’t worked.

Now, poor oblivious James was the one to uncover the self harm scars on his beautiful girlfriend's body. It had been a rare time where you had decided to hang out with the boy, as you had been pulling away from the three at an alarming rate. So, James decided to make the most of it, not knowing the next time this would happen. His way of making the most of it was laying down in bed, bodies pressed up against each other and your chest steadily rose and fell. He had fallen into a light sleep before he was woken up as you adjusted your position, throwing your arm out to the side. He looked at you with a tired smile, grateful for this moment as his gaze traveled up your arm. His smile fell as his heart dropped. When you had stretched your arm out the sleeves of your jumper had ridden up your wrist, revealing the angry red cuts protruding from your skin. James felt tears prick his eyes, not knowing what to do.

Today was a particularly rough day for Y/n. She had received a letter from her parents, informing her that they wish she was never their daughter, and that she would find some creative way to die to rid them of their burden of a disgraceful daughter. It was no exaggeration to say she was out of it. Anyone with any common sense could tell as she stumbled through the Great Hall, smelling greatly of whiskey and weed, and anyone with a good nose (Remus, due to his furry problem, and Sirius, due to his furry gift) could sense the metallic smell of blood coating her skin.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake.” Remus mumbled, standing up from his spot at the table, James and Sirius looking up quizzically. “I’m over this. We need to talk to her. Now.” He said and the boys nodded, standing up with him and walking to the girl. Sirius gently touched her shoulder, leading her out as she made a face of disgust at his closeness, causing his heart to twang. 

She had been so mean lately, and it was slowly shattering the boys’ heart, however, it was affecting Sirius the most. He missed his girl. The one who always cheered him up and provided him bucket loads of support when he was thrown to the curb and disowned.

They carefully led the girl into the boys’ empty dorm, and the three were thankful Peter decided to eat breakfast this morning instead of sleeping in. Y/n sat on the bed, reaching into her cloak and pulling out a shiny silver flask.

Remus scoffed and grabbed the flask from her hands, “Fucking no, Y/n.”

Anger flashed across the girls face, “The fuck is your problem?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

He waved the flask in front of her face angrily, “This shit is! And the weed! And, baby,” His voice softened. “We know you’ve been cutting. Why won’t you let us in?”

She scoffed and stood up, snatching the flask from the boys hand, “Because it’s my fucking mind and you guys have no right to pretend you deserve to know what’s going on in it.” It was Sirius’ turn to scoff and Y/n looked over with raised eyebrows. “What, got a problem, Black?” She asked again.

“Yeah, I’ve got a fucking problem. You’re being a bitch.” He said angrily.

“Excuse you? I’m being a bitch?” She took a step closer. “Says fucking you, Sirius. The only bitch here is you. With your endless manipulation and fucking lies!”

“Okay, you need to calm down.” Remus said before Sirius could speak.

The only sound that could be heard was Y/n’s loud laughter. It lasted a moment before abruptly stopping as she threw the flask down and neared Remus. 

She placed her hands on his chest, smoothing down a wrinkle, “You guys are the ones freaking out when I’m.” She pushed him back, his eyes widened. “Fucking.” Push. “Fine.” His back hit the wall and James, who had been silent the entire time finally stepped in between the two, anger covering his features.

“Back off. We have done nothing but love you! We don’t deserve this shit, Y/n. You don’t have to tell us everything but a simple fucking explanation is due! Even if you won’t give us that you have no right, no right, to lay your hands on us, and I will not put up with this bullshit.” He said and it was silent. The boys held their breaths, hoping James’ speech got through to the Y/n as her and James had a staring contest.

Y/n smirked, “Look at you. The little bitch finally comes out of his shell, and spews utter bullshit.” She said flatly, moving to grab her flask and her bag which she had previously set on the bed. She walked to the door and paused, “We’re over, by the way. I’m leaving your sorry asses.” And she walked out.

The moment the door shut James' body shook with silent sobs and Remus wrapped his arms around the boy, resting his head in between his shoulder blades. Sirius joined the hug, squeezing tightly as a few stray tears of his own left his eyes. 

The three stood there, hugging each other tightly as they cried in each other's arms. They had no choice now but to watch the girl they loved most slowly kill herself, for a reason unknown to them.

Unbeknownst to them, the girl slid down the backside of the door, hand covering her mouth to silence her sobs. She knew it was getting bad and she knew those boys cared about her and wanted to help and she fucking pushed them away, afraid they would turn out to be like her parents. Cruel and abusive. She regretted leaving the moment the door slammed shut, her mind immediately sobering up as she realized what she had done. She just lost the three most important people in her life, people who loved her, if they still could after her cruel words.  In that moment she realized the most terrifying thing. The thing that haunted her nightmares and fueled her addictions. In all her attempts to cut her parents from her life and forget about them. She had become them.

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Yes (pt. 2 to "No")

James Potter x reader

Summary: James finally gets a yes and makes sure you don't regret it

Warnings; none, js super fluffy and sweet

Ft. My trip to nursery today ⚘️

Lowkey LOVE this, I hate how short it came out but that's okayy

Thanks to an acc I cannot find to tag and @herejustforjj for helping me out! You will have your angsty fluff ending probably the next part!!!

I might make an optional pt. 3, optional bc I want it to be angsty, like, sad ending, but idkkk

I might actually make a pt. 3 where there's some angst and then fluff and THEN an optional pt. 4. I rly dk

Pt. 1 here!

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Fine.” 

James' eyes lit up, looking like a little kid on Christmas, “Really?” He asked tentatively, his voice quiet. Y/n smiled at him softly and nodded.

“Really.” She whispered to him and laughed as he flew up, arms in the air as he whooped and jumped around excitedly. 

He paused, his face flushed and glasses crooked on his face, “It will be the best date you have ever been on. You have my word.” He promised, holding his pinky out.

Y/n linked hers with his, “I’ll hold you to that.”

He clutched tightly onto the girl's finger, lifting her up so I was standing and pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Y/n could feel the ecstatic energy radiating from his skin. He gave one last squeeze before letting go, winking and running off, probably to plan their date. 

Y.n sat back down with a shake of her head, a permanent smile imprinted on her face. This should be fun.

James held tightly onto Y/n’s pinky which was linked with his as the pair walked down the busy streets of Hogsmeade.

“So, what’s your plan here, James?” Y/n asked, moving a strand of hair out of her eyes.

He smiled, “I love it when you call me James.”

She snorted, “That’s your name, is it not?”

“It is, but it sounds so much better when you say it. And you used to call me Potter, but it’s just James.” He smiled proudly.

“Okay, just James, where are we going?” Y/n asked and he grinned.

“It's a surprise, of course.” He teased, swinging their hands back and forth before he stopped in front of a bookstore. James stepped in front of Y/n and opened the door, unlinking their pinkies. He bowed slightly and held his hand out to help her up the step, “After you, m’lady.”

Y/n laughed and took his hand, “Why thank you, kind sir.” 

The cold air of the bookstore was a nice contrast to the hot sun outside, and Y/n took a deep breath, happiness filling her body as soft jazz music filled the store. Y/n smiled and waved softly to the owner of the bookstore who had her nose buried in a book as she sipped from her coffee mug, her gray hair pulled back into a bun. She smiled back, glancing at James who stumbled over his feet as he came through the door and then winking at her. Y/n shook her head with a silent laugh, grabbing onto his hand and bringing him to her favorite section in the bookstore as he followed blindly.

“Wait.” He said quietly, not wanting to ruin the calm atmosphere of the store. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, alright?”

Y/n giggled softly, taking a step closer so she had to look up to look into his eyes, “What’s gonna happen?” She whispered with a smile.

“You’re gonna grab as many books as your heart desires, okay? And then you’re gonna tell me which one you’re most excited to read, and I’m going to take it and read it and leave you cute little notes, so when you read it you’re thinking of me the entire time.” He told the girl softly and she nodded, happiness blooming in her chest. Maybe this boy, as persistent and arrogant he is, isn’t that bad. 

After half an hour of the two looking over new books and Y/n explaining the ones she had already read to James, who watched her lovingly and listened attentively, Y/n had chosen four books, of which James insisted he carry. They walked to the front desk and James gently placed them down, flashing the owner a smile before Y/n began rummaging in her bag for money as she looked over the choices. Y/n thanked her quietly as she told me the price, still trying to find her wallet.

“Here you go, ma’am.” James said and Y/n looked up to see him handing the owner some coins.

“Wait, no, James, I’ll pay.” She insisted but he shook his head.

“No can do.” He smiled and grabbed the bag from the owner before waving her goodbye and grabbing Y/n’s hand, leading her out of the shop, the bag softly thumping against his toned thighs. Oh, those quidditch thighs.

“Thank you, James.” Y/n said as they once again walked through the streets.

“Don’t thank me just yet, sweetheart.” He said and pulled her along hurriedly. “Food time.” He said with a smile as they neared a circle of trees, he went behind the girl. “This, my love, is when you go blind.” Y/n smiled as his warm, calloused hands went over her eyes and he carefully led her through the trees, the bag of books hanging from the inside of his elbow. “Careful, there's a fallen branch right there.” James whispered softly in Y/n’s ear, causing warmth to flood her body.

“Thank you.” She said back, equally as quiet as the birds happily chirped around them.

“Okay, you can stop walking now.” He said and she did as told. “Three, two, one.” he removed her hands and she gasped, her hand going to cover her mouth as she looked at the sight before her eyes. Candles floated in the air like they did in the Great Hall and there was an elegant red and white picnic blanket covered in an array of food. James gently led her to the picnic blanket and laid down on his side as Y/n sat with her legs outstretched.

James propped himself up with his elbow, “So?” he asked.

“James, it’s- it’s beautiful.” Y/n admitted, feeling very grateful she finally said yes to his consistent asking.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He said and winked, before quickly grabbing a chocolate covered strawberry. “Cringy, I know, but eat it. They’re good.” He encouraged, reaching up and bringing it to her lips, trying to push past them. Y/n laughed through her nose as she tried to keep her lips shut before giving in and taking a bite.

She groaned as she relished the flavor, “Strawberries are so good.” James nodded in agreement.

“You should read to me.” James said, grabbing the book bag and passing it to her, before readjusting himself and laying his head in Y/n’s lap. She smiled and grabbed one of the books, opening it with her right hand and letting her left gently play with a strand of James’ hair.

After a few moments of reading quietly to James, Y/n spared a glance at the forest in front of her and gasped quietly, urging James to look over. Standing just in view were a doe and stag, lovingly rubbing their heads together. Y/n, not knowing anything about the importance of a stag in James’ life, thought it was just a cute coincidence. James, however, knew it had to be a sign.

“One last stop.” James said, once again, for what seemed like the thousandth time, led Y/n by hand through the less busy streets of Hogsmeade.

“You really went all out, didn’t you?” Y/n asked and James nodded.

“Of course I did, the most magnificent girl on Earth said yes to date, I had to make sure she knew how special she was.” He answered, looking ahead. Something Y/n was thankful for as she was sure her face turned tomato red.

After just a moment they neared a large open area with many greenhouses.

“A nursery?” Y/n questioned, not knowing Hogsmeade even had one.

James smiled proudly, looking back at her, “Mhm! A little birdy, who goes by the name of Sirius, told me how much you loved flowers, so I figured you’d like to come here.” He said as he dragged her past the entrance and into the endless aisles of flowers. 

“James, the flamingo flies!” Y/n said excitedly as she pointed at the metal flamingo whose body was swaying slightly in the wind, giving it the impression of flying.

“I wish I could fly.” James said. “That would be so cool.”

Y/n snorted, “James, you can fly.”

James stood in confusion for a moment before his eyes lit up as he remembered his broomstick, “Oh, yeah!”

“So, which is your favorite?” James asked and Y/n smiled as she spotted them and led him to them.

“Forget me nots.” She informed him, looking at the flower with a happy glint in her eyes.

“Ah, well, fear not, fair maiden. Forget you, I will not.” James said with a funny face and Y/n laughed at his ridiculousness. 

The two walked around, gazing at the flowers and admiring their beauty. James watched Y/n with a soft smile as her fingers grazed the petals with the utmost gentleness, barely even bending the fragile beauty. In a moment of love, he grabbed her hand and spun her in a circle, careful not to let her fall into the flowers. She laughed giddily as her hands went to James’ shoulders to steady her. The two made eye contact, their hearts beating in sync as their faces neared each other. Y/n could feel James’ breath fan against her face and the warmth radiating from his lips as they got closer. In a quick moment, their lips touched as fireworks went off around them. 

However, everything was silenced and the two pulled away quickly as a grouchy old lady cleared her throat, annoyed at the two lovesick teens for blocking the aisle. James cleared his throat as well before bowing his head at the woman with a tightlipped smile, obviously trying to hold in his laughter.

“We’re sorry, ma’am. We’ll be on our way.” He said before grabbing Y/n’s hand and rushing past the old woman. After they were a good enough distance from her they burst out laughing, finding the situation absolutely hilarious. 

James groaned with an open mouth smile, running a hand over his face, messing up his glasses. Y/n took a step closer to the boy and gently fixed his glasses, a proud smile on her face when they were perfectly straight. 

“You want to buy some flowers, flower?” James asked softly and Y/n nodded with a smile. “Forget me nots it is, so you never forget me.”

Y/n smiled, “You’re right. I’ll always remember you.”

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So true thoughl

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I spend too much time looking at memes.

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The struggle is real.

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This one has me wheezing.

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So true. So so true.

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Newt

Newty Cutie With Da Booty. Click 'Keep Reading' to read about Mama Newt.

(Newts pov, 1st person)

“Who’s that?” The new Greenie asks, pointing behind me. I turn around to look at who he was pointing at. It was my girlfriend. Y/n, dancing around the fire. “That’s my girl. Y/n.” I responded.

“Is she the only girl here?” The Greenie asked, still looking at her. “Yeah, she is. One of the first people who came up as well. You can imagine her disappointment everytime a new boy came up in the box..” I answered, still looking at her as well.

“Well now I feel bad that I’m a boy.” The Greenie said, turning back around. I chuckled and mirrored his actions. “I think most of the Gladers feel or at least felt bad that they are boys.” I said in response to his statement.

I look back to see her looking at me, I smirk at her and wink. Her face turns red and she looks away. “Y/n!” I yell over to her. She looks over. “What!?” She yells back. “Come over here and meet the Greenie!” I yell again.

She makes her way over. Once she gets here she sits down in the little space between us, making me grunt and move a bit.”Hi! I’m Y/n, nice to meet ya!” She says towards the Greenie. “I’m-um, nice to meet you too.” The Greenie says back. Both Y/n and I chuckle. “Don’t worry Greenie, you’ll get your name back sooner or later.” Y/n reassures the Greenie. I take one more drink of Gally’s moonshine.

“Alright, well, that’s enough questions for one night come on, listen, you’re supposed to be the guest of honour.” I say. “Oh, no no no. no.” The Greenie says. “No, no no, come on, let us show you around.” Y/n says to the Greenie trying to persuade him.

“I-really-” The Greenie tries. “Come on.” I say as I help him up. We here people cheering from Gally’s circle, but choose to ignore it, were used to it, and I don’t think the Greenie cares all that much. “Over there, we’ve got the builders.” I said, pointing to a group of boys, drink still in hand. Y/n takes my drink, takes a gulp, and continues, “Very good with their hands, but, not a lot going on upstairs.”

We all laughed. “And then we got Winston,” I said, turning around to face him. He was clapping at something someone else in his group said. “He’s the keeper of the Slicers.” I finished. “Lots of blood, I never help them.” Y/n says, shuddering at the thought of blood. I laughed under my breath. “And we’ve got two medjacks, Clint and Jeff.” Y/n said, pointing to Clint and Jeff who were walking by.

“Oh hey!” Jeff says. “What’s up.” Clint said as they walked by. “They spend most of their time bandaging up the Slicers.” I say with a small toothy smile. “What if I wanna be a Runner?” The Greenie says, making us stop with a halt, and turn to face the Greenie.

I half laugh, half scoff. “Have you heard a word I just said, no, no one wants to be a Runner.” I say. “And beside you gotta get chosen.” Y/n adds. “K, chosen by who?” The Greenie says before Gally shoves the Glader he was into the Greenie’s back.

(Your pov, 1st person)

“Huh... What do you say Greenie? Wanna see what you’re made of?” Gally asks. I sigh, knowing what’s about to happen. Suddenly, a Glader starts chanting ‘Greenie, Greenie’ and other Gladers follow. The Greenie looks around at everyone contemplating what to do.

Gally motions for the Greenie to come over to him, and the Greenie obliges. People start clapping and cheering as a circle forms around the Greenie and Gally. Newt and I push our way to the front of the circle to see what’s going on.

“Ok. Alright, the rules are simple, Greenie. I try to push you out of the circle,” He pauses. “You try to last more than five seconds.” He finishes, as everyone laughs. “Go easy on the Greenie, Gally!” A random Glader calls. The Greenie nods, and Gally immediately pushes him into the boys behind him, and they push him back in the circle.

I grab Newt’s arm, scared for the Greenie. “Newt, he’s going to get hurt.” I whisper yell to him. He looks down at me with an apologetic smile. “We can’t do anything, Love.” I sigh, and he kisses my forehead. I give him a small smile.

When I look back the Greenie is on the ground. “Come on Greenie, we’re not done yet.” Gally says, jumping backwards. “Stop calling me Greenie.” The Greenie says. I smirk at his confidence. He reminds of Newt when he first got here. Newt was pissed when people kept calling him Greenie, even if there wasn’t much of us then.

“Stop calling you that? What do you wanna be called, Shank?” Gally asks. Everyone bursts out laughing, including Newt. Although when he sees the death glare aimed towards him he shuts up.

“Yeah!” I hear Chuck yell, smiling. I glare at him too, and his smile disappears into thin air. “What do you think boys?” Gally asks. “Does he look like a Shank?” Yeah’s chorused through the crowd.

The Greenie, angry, charges at gally, but Gally gets him at arm's length. I couldn’t watch anymore so I turn around and bury my face in Newt's chest, breathing in his scent. Newt wraps his arms around me. All I hear is some grunting from them then a thump. I jump a little when I hear it, knowing it was probably the Greenie hitting the ground that made the noise.

“You know what? I think I’m settled on Shank.” I hear Gally say. The crowd laughs again, except for Newt. I hear another thump and a grunt. The thump was quieter, so I’m guessing it was their bodies clashing together. Then I hear a louder thump. Newt grabs my shoulders and turns me around.

I’m shocked at what I see. Gally is on his stomach on the ground, and the Greenie is standing looking at him. “Not bad for a Greenie, huh?” The Greenie says, looking at Newt and I for confirmation. I smile at him. But my smile quickly fades into fear as I see Gally moving to knock him over.

The Greenie looks confused as to why my expression changed to fear. But he couldn’t do anything else as Gally spins his body and trips the Greenie with his legs. When he fell you could hear the loud thump made when his head met the ground. I winced.

Newt hugged me from behind and placed a kiss on my head, then my shoulders. The Greenie lifts his head from the ground slightly and mutters something. Then he says it louder.

“Thomas.” He says. What? Who’s Thomas? “Hey! Thomas,” He says even louder getting up from the ground. He laughs a little. “I remember my name! I’m Thomas!” He says, extremely happy, looking around the circle. Everyone's silent and I look around the group. I sigh before yelling.

“Thomas!” I yell in a cheering tone. “Thomas!” Alby yells after me, same tone, pointing towards him, and starting to walk that way. Everyone follows, cheering and clapping for Thomas. Everyone goes in for a big group hug, but Newt and I stay behind.

“That was hectic.” Newt chuckled at my words. “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it, Love?” I nodded. “That’s what I just said, Shuck-face.” I responded. “Welcome home Thomas!’ I hear Frypan say.

“I love you.” Newt says to me. I was shocked at his words. We’ve never said the L word before. I turned around in his grasp, and he let his arms fall to my waist. I smile and press a kiss to his lips. I didn’t last long because I moved to his jaw.

I moved forwards towards his ear, and his breath got caught in his throat.

(Newt’s pov, 1st person.)

“I love you too.” She whispered in my ear, making me shiver. “Come on lovebirds break it up! We’ve got some celebrating to do!” Alby called to us. I looked down at Y/n and kissed her one last time.

(Random pov, 3rd person)

'Man, I love this girl' Newt thought, the same time as Y/n thought, 'Man, I love this boy'.

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Minho

Papa Min Min. Click keep reading to read about you and Minho!

(Y/n pov, 1st person)

“You ready Chuckie?” I ask Chuck, holding the paint bucket in my hand. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Chuck replies. I chuckle.

Chuckie and I have been friends since he came up in the box. Most people find him annoying, which I do, just not in the same way. He’s pretty much my best friend, even though he’s so much younger than me. At least, I think he’s so much younger than me, who knows though. Anyways, back to what I was saying, he annoys me like a best friend would annoy another best friend. Like with boy’s. He annoys me with the topic of boys. Minho, being the boy, being the topic.

I don’t know how Chuckie found out that I liked him but he did and has been annoying me ever since. He’s ‘almost’ told Minho like a million times. Notice the quotation marks? Yeah, that’s what he says, but I don’t believe him. Whenever I tell him I don’t believe him, he just smiles his stupid innocent smile and skips away like nothing happened.

Back to what we are doing. We are planning on pranking Minho. He’s taking a shower now. Chuckie and I are on a balcony sort of thing, that we asked one of the builders to add on the Homestead. We are just waiting for him to leave, so we can dump the blue and pink paint we asked the creators for. It took a while but they brought it to us. Oooh, they also brought the hair bands I’ve been asking for, for about a year now. Anyways…

“He should be done with his shower soon, then he’ll get dressed and come outside to sit at the oak tree by the deadheads. He’ll be out in…” I checked my watch. “5 minutes.” I finished.

Chuckie giggles and looks at me expectantly. “What?” I asked, confused. “Why do you know so much about his schedule? HOW do you know so much about his schedule?” Chuckie asks, trying not to laugh.

“Oh-I-um-” “What are we doing up here?” I hear a voice cut me off from behind. Scaring both Chuckie and I, making us drop our paint on the poor Glader walking out of Homestead. Yeah, that poor Glader just so happens to be Gally. Uh oh.

“Yeah, we should run.” The voice says, as Gally yells in shock and looks up right at us. Thankfully I don’t think he actually saw it was us, just saw that there were people.

We all scrambled down the ladder and bolted around the house. I heard Gally yelling, and footsteps coming closer to us. I’m frozen in shock and fear. I feel a hand take mine and pull me with them and Chuckie. I try my hardest to keep up with them, but they're really fast. Like, really fast.

Eventually we lost Gally and stopped to catch our breath. We lost Chuckie a while back, he tripped and decided to just hide in a bush. He told us to go on without him. We are somewhere in the forest right now, I don’t know for sure, maybe near the map room. I still don’t know who the mysterious person is, so I look up from my panting, to see who it is.

My face turned as red as a ripe tomato, as Newt would say, once I saw who it was. There he was in all his beautiful glory… no stop thinking like that… There he was, um, standing there… yeah you know what back to the original plan.

There he was, in all his beautiful glory… dead, the end. Lol, no I’m so funny. Fourth time’s a charm. There he was, Minho, laughing his pants off at what just happened, and all I could do was stare at him, eyes wide, and mouth ajar.

Until his laughter became contagious and I joined him in laughing. We laughed until we remembered we needed the air, that we were preventing to enter our bodies, to live. And we started slowly calming down. He looked up at me with his dark, almost black, brown eyes.

“By you guy’s reactions, I’ve suspected that that prank… wasn’t for Gally.” He said. “Wow, really? I can’t believe you put that together.” I said sarcastically, trying to act calm and collected, even if I am freaking out on the inside.

“I know. I’m such a genius.” He says, flipping his pretend long hair. I laughed at his antics. “But, if it wasn’t for Gally, who was it for?” He asked me. “Oh-um-I-” I stuttered. He looked at me expectantly. I sighed and looked down. “It was for you.” I mumbled.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” He said, although the tone of his voice revealed that he did hear me, he just wanted to hear me admit to it louder. “It was for you.” I said a little louder, lifting my head up to look at his face.

He playfully scoffed. “Ooo, my hearing is not what it used to be. Can you say one more time, a little bit louder, for me?” He asked, cupping his ear. It was my turn to scoff, and I shoved his arm away from his pretty little head. “Ugh, rude.” He said playfully.

“Now, why would you want to prank me?” Minho asked with a small smile. “Nonya.” I replied. A look of confusion came across his face. “What’s nonya?” He asked. I smiled an evil smile. “Nonya shucking business.” I replied smoothly. He scoffed.

“Ok, fine. Then answer Chuckies question.” He said. “What? What question?” I asked, confused. “Why do you know so much about my schedule? HOW do you know so much about my schedule?” My breath caught in my throat and eyes are wide. “How did you know I went to the oak tree after my shower? How did you know when I would be done with my shower? How did you know I was in a shower?” He asked, smirking.

“Oh-um-I...I...Oh, I know everyone's schedule.” I said, trying to be confident but failing badly. “Uh-huh, sure. I think you're in love with me.” He said, smirking even more. Oh gosh. Okay, maybe I should tell him. Right now. No play it cool.

“Maybe I am,” I responded. He looked at me shocked. “I think you’re in love with me.” I added. He looked like he was thinking for a second, before he smirked. Our faces were inches apart at this point.

He grabbed the back of my neck and shoved his lips on mine. The kiss was sweet, but passionate. We had both been waiting so long to do it. We were expressing the lonely nights thinking about each other, the tears from each other, the love we had for each other, in the kiss. We both wanted each other, needed each other.

Eventually we both reluctantly pulled away for air. Our lips were red, and a little swollen. After he caught his breath he smirked, stood up and started to walk away. I just started at his retreating figure. Before he left my line of sight he yelled.

“Maybe I do!”

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Gally Pt.1

Gally Wally. Click 'Keep Reading' to read about you and Gally! Pt.2 coming soon.

(Your pov, 2nd person)

It was the middle of the night in the glade. You had wanted to tell Gally something today, couldn’t get it out. Now you couldn’t sleep. You kept tossing and turning in your hammock.

“Can you stop turning! It’s making everything creak,” Thomas whisper, yelled to me. You sighed and sat up as best as you could in a hammock. Thomas mirrored your actions.

Ever since Thomas came up in the box you and him instantly clicked. You were one the only people nice to him. You were always a nice person. Got along with everyone. You always talked and laughed to Newt and or Minho, you were nice to Greenies, and Chuck never annoyed you. Well sometimes he did but you never showed it. Then you felt guilty the rest of the day. But it rarely happened.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t sleep.” You replied. Thomas sighed a disappointed sigh. “What?” You asked him, confused as to why he was disappointed. “You didn’t tell him did you?” Thomas asked me.

Thomas knew all about you little, big, crush on Gally. Although he didn’t like that fact, he still supports you, and helps you. When he found out and told you he supported you, he made sure to tell you it was for you and not for Gally. He reminds you daily. He really didn’t like Gally.

“No.” You said looking down, playing with a loose thread on your hammock. “Y/nnnnnn….” Thomas said annoyed, dragging out your name. “I tried, I just couldn’t get it out. Plus, it’s not like I’m just around him all day.” You said defensively. “Y/n?”

“Hm?” “You’re a builder!” Thomas said loudly. “Shut up!” A Glader that Thomas woke up yelled at him.

“Sorry.” Thomas replied while wincing. “I am, aren’t I?” You said. You sighed a disappointed sigh and fell back onto your hammock, almost flipping you over in the process. “Yes, you are.” Thomas replied, once again following my actions. Mimicking your disappointed sigh.

“I just don’t know what to do.” You said, defeated. “You could, now hear me out and think about it before you say no, but what if you go tell him now…?” Thomas suggested hesitantly. “What!?” You exclaimed. “Shut UP.” The Glader from before said, even more aggravated now. “Sorry.” You said wincing, just like Thomas did.

“Shanks.” The Glader said under his breath, but loud enough so you and Thomas could hear. And you guys did. When you guys heard you broke into a fit of quiet giggles. After a couple minutes you both calmed down.

“But seriously. You need to tell him, and you’re not going to be able to fall asleep until you do. Then you’ll be tossing and turning in your hammock, making everything around you creak, then I won’t be able to fall asleep.” Thomas explained, significantly quieter, scared the angry Glader would wake up and get angry again.

“Oh, you need your beauty sleep, Sleeping Beauty?” You said teasingly, trying not to laugh at yourself. You do that a lot. You're just an entertaining person, you guess. So much you can make yourself crack.

“Yes!” Thomas exclaimed quietly. You laughed under your breath. “Okay. I’ll go, now.” You told him, determined, sitting up. Thomas copied your actions for the third time. “There we go! I’m not doing this for the Shank though, all for you.” Thomas said. You chuckled. “Oh, also you don’t need to tell me how it went tomorrow. I’ll know.” Thomas told you.

“Okay.” You said agreeing before you thought about what he actually said. “Wait what? How could you possibly do that?” You asked him, confused and a little scared. The fear was evident in your voice. You thought he was going to spy on you.

Thomas chuckled quietly. “Well you mood for one will tell me. If I don’t wake up when you come back crying, then tomorrow you’ll be really sad, then I know Gally is missing out. If I don’t wake up, when you don’t come back, and you're really happy tomorrow then I know Gally isn’t missing out. Now if you come back tonight and you're in your hammock when I wake, then he is missing out. But if you're not there in the morning then he isn’t missing out. Make sense.”

“Not really.” He sighed. “Just go tell him.” Thomas said, laying back down. “I’m rooting for you Y/n!” A quiet voice said. “Chuck?” You asked. “Mhm!” He responded. “We are toom, you stupid Shank.” Said a British accent. “What he said.” Another voice said.

You turned around to see Newt and Minho, looking really tired. “What are you guys doing here? Shouldn’t you be in your huts?” You asked. “Yes but you keep waking up a fellow Glader, he got annoyed and got us.” Newt explained quietly. “Oh…” You said. “Oops.” You and Thomas said simultaneously, with large, goofy grins.

“Just go talk Gally, Shank.” Minho told me. You nodded, got out of your hammock and started walking away slowly. “You woke me up.” Minho finished loud enough so you could hear. “Shuck, is everyone here a princess?” You shot back at him turning around to walk backwards.

“Yes!” All four of them said together. “SHUT UP.” The Glader from before said again, pissed now. All four of them winced, and you laughed. This is when everything sank in.

You were on your way to telling Gally you liked him. In the middle of the night. Your hands started to sweat, and it was suddenly really hot. You were sure you were as red as a tomato right now. You made it to his hut, and just stood at the front door. You imagined what you were going to say.

You walked inside and woke him up confidently. “Gally I know it’s really late and I am so, so sorry for waking you up like this. I just need to tell you something I have been wanting to for a long time now. I tried telling you today but I couldn’t find the right time to do so. So, I talked to Thomas, and Chuck, and Newt, and Minho and they said I should tell you now. So I’m going to tell you now. I love you Gally.”

He looked at you and smiled. “I love you too, Y/n.”

You broke yourself out of your trance so you could do what you dreamed you would. With a confident nod, you knocked on the door. No answer. ‘Right… It’s the middle of the night.’ You thought, breaking your confidence a bit. You decided to just walk in. Suddenly you get really, really nervous.

The confidence you once had disappearing into the cold air of the night. Although it was quite warm in Gally’s hut. ‘Breath, you can do this’ You thought, taking a deep breath. You walk over to the side of his bed and start shaking him lightly.

“W-wake up,” You say quietly. ‘Oh my god, did you just stutter Y/n’ “Mmmmm… What do you want?” Gally said, barely awake with one eye open. “I-ummmm” You replied. He sighed.

“You could’ve shucking chosen someone else to wake up and bother, ya know? Just tell me what-” “I love you.”