> Barkovitch was the type of kid to bully you in elementary school because he thought it disguised him having a crush,

and during adolescence was the type of teenage boy to brag to other guys about things he did with you, that never actually happened.

> He had to ask you to date him because he was telling people you were his girlfriend for a long time already.

“fuck yeah!.. shit, that’s fuckin perfect!..”

“…you wanna suck my dick?”

> He would be a high school drop out due to social anxiety, getting into fights, and being more interested in arts.

Sleeping at your house every night to avoid his disapproving family. His dad especially for pressuring Gary to enter The Lottery.

> If you are still in school he gets pissy about you being gone all day. Expecting you to stop seeing friends. Always outside to walk you home and spend the whole journey coming up with accusations.

“who the fuck are you dressin like that for?”

> Barkovitch is clingy in a comes with you to the bathroom kind of way.

> Despite his above average physical ability, he passes time by smoking weed and watching cartoons. Probably masturbating multiple times inbetween.

> If you have a journal he reads it and teases you.

> Expects you to do his laundry, rather than asking just dumps his dirty clothes on your floor.

> He views any food you hand him as a gift, whether it’s home made or not.

You could hand him a bowl of cereal and he’d say it tastes better than his mama makes it.

> You are the only person he lets touch his hair, and jokes about cutting it to bother you.

> He leaves pictures he took of you during the night for you to find, and added a picture of himself with your other keepsakes.

> He can only sleep well if you let him have his hand under your shirt to hold a breast all night.

> Has never said he loves you, despite needing you to start saying it earlier than you were ready to voluntarily.

If you even once fell asleep and forgot, he would be consumed by paranoia, sit up all night, staring at you as he spirals, fighting the urge to wake you up just to confront you.

> The pictures he gives you get ripped up and erratically scribbled over.

‘bitch’ ‘whore’ ‘slut’ ‘cunt’

> He yells all the time, but when arguing he gets too belligerent and insensitive, like he forgets he’s talking to a girl, until you start crying.

> Seeing your tears trigger him. He would just make it worse by smacking himself and pleading with you.

“no, no fuck, no baby, I’m fuckin sorry”

“I didn’t mean it, I just got… okay, I’ll stop”

“just- please”

> Barkovitch leaves impulsively every time he thinks he upset you.

Left walking home alone when he doesn’t meet you, he’d still show up at your house later, just to sit in your room and sulk.

> He makes misogynistic jokes like

“Jesus Christ, are you on your period again?”

but he can track it aswell as you do by small changes to your body. He kind of likes you menstruating, but would never admit it.

He pretends to be grossed out so he can guilt you into giving him head as a reward for putting up with your blood.

> Does not care what your family hears when he’s fucking you. He’s arrogant, and finds it hilarious when you got overstimulated and too loud.

“oh my God, I’m surprised your daddy hasn’t shot me yet”

> Convinces you that letting him go a few extra rounds will help his stamina training.

> He always carelessly grabs a piece of your clothing to use as cum rag and tosses it back with the others soiled.

> If he got jealous and wanted to show off infront of someone you were too friendly with, he thinks it’s funny to brazenly talk about your sex life.

“my girl is a goddamn freak!”

“you can’t even tell, right?”

“type of bitch that lets you spit in her mouth”

> Purposely trying to embarrass you, and after patronises you for being shy.

“WHAT? I didn’t say anything that ain’t fuckin true?”

“aren’t you my little freak?”

“should be glad I didn’t make you prove anything”

> When he’s preparing to leave for The Long Walk he would throw a tantrum about needing to take nudes of you ‘for good luck.’

You had been intrigued by Randall since the evening that bus arrived, but everybody was ordered to stay away after he abducted Donna from Colony House. Now he wasn’t just alone at night, but 24/7.

His viewing options from the bus were: an empty diner, collapsed house, Boyd, or you.

Hey, it’s your fault for always being last to cover your windows.

It stemmed from boredom. Watching you just to distract himself from falling for the monsters taunting, but all it took was one time waving goodnight to him as you closed your curtains before bed. From there he had to make sure he saw you get home before sundown.

Felt it was his responsibility to track your shadows movements to each room until the lights went off in (what he presumes is) your bedroom.

Going to a back corner seat of the bus to open his bulging jeans and take care of his hard without creatures staring. Wondering if you ever looked back at him.

You would pretend not to see him on-top of that bus every sunrise, staring at your front door until you surfaced, and it was just a coincidence when you went to the church alone he always had to enter.

He would just lean against a wall. Not like he was praying or anything. (He looked bored honestly.) Sometimes he would nod to you as you walked out, but that was it.

This time you tried to be polite and let him have the room. Maybe he was always just waiting for some privacy?

Randall was slumped an inch away from the door, hands on his belt.

You faintly smile, trying to make it less awkward having to go past him.

…

“You been closing your curtains earlier lately.”

He said as you were moving your arm for the door pull.

“Oh.. yes.” A polite answer, but not inviting conversation.

“How come?”

“Um, the town has just felt ‘different’ lately.”

“Look, you got nothin’ to worry about. I tried a couple of your windows, nothing opened.”

…

“..Thankyou.”

…

You excuse yourself, trying to maintain the courtesy smile so much that you look like one of the night beings.

Randall thought it was pretty disturbing how you reacted. He didnt assume it was because of him, instead assuming you were scared all the time in this nightmare town.

A helpless young girl. Poor Little y/n.

Strangely…or maybe luckily, you hadn’t caught sight of him the rest of the day (and you were checking over your shoulder a lot.)

You didn’t even see him get back on the bus as Sheriff Stevens rang for curfew.

Randall hadn’t bothered you enough to trouble Boyd with it. Though, needless to say you covered your windows more paranoid than usual.

Like always, once it was dark going upstairs to decompress.

*Dum Dum Dum*

Your front door had frantic beating, a deep muffled yelling on the other side.

“Hey, y/n!” “Come the fuck on!”

It was a panic only heard from humans. You run down and press your head onto the glass window.

“y/n! I’ll break this fucking door, y/n!”

Randall repeatedly struck the door, through its shaking you could see blurs of emerging figures start creeping around your house.

Was there a choice? If you leave him to die you could be in the box tomorrow night.

You unclick the lock and Randalls hand already wrenching the door knob makes it swing open and knock you. Randall slams his back against the door, winded and heaving his chest.

“Fuck. Did I scare you?.. I’m sorry I scared you.”

He looks around you concerned, like he’s checking for an injury, his eyes are agitated and he keeps trying to turn his head to be in your direct line of sight. Randall grabs one of your hands.

Less like holding hands, more like clamping it.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“..Excuse me?..”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t’ve been that late.”

Said as if you hadn’t heard him the first time with those things heckling outside.

You look like a deer in headlights, questioning how hard you got bumped.

Muted, you try to step aside, but Randall stiffens and his posture grows broader.

“Hey!” He doesn’t let you get farther.

Quickly sliding up off your hand and snatching your wrist instead.

Dropping his other hand onto the door knob, the still unlocked door knob.

“We’re gonna try this the fuck again.”

Next thing you were in your bed, faced up underneath Randall’s neck, trying to remember how you got there…

From: staring at his arm veins as your wrist was being dented, agreeing not to cry if he came away from the door, Randall bending down, wrapping his arm around your legs and carrying you up the steps, somehow already knowing which room.

To: his propped arms denting your mattress, a few tears drying up from when he pushed in, legs bent back against the sides of him, somehow already damp between.

Randall sighing out low moans as his strokes roll through you repeatedly and slowly, trying to draw the night out. You might flee at sunrise after all.

“Hmhh.. you wanna pretend we can’t hear your pussy flowing?” The little lappings of wet sap covering your silence. Randall smacks in deeper, making your eyes jolt and legs tighten on him.

“Ahghh”

He leans up, looking surprised that you gave him a reaction.

“You like that, huh? Should’ve figured.”

He gets firmer with his pace. The stronger pounds causing more wet to be released and seep between you both.

The bed begins creaking giving you confidence to shyly let out your own noises. You arch your ribs up, closing your eyes when an orgasm starts to feel close.

You draw your hand to your clitoris trying to give yourself some control over it.

Randall slings your hand away, pinning it beside you. You jerked to look at him, but Randall is staring down, obsessed by your vagina hugging him everytime it penetrates.

“Don’t touch my shit! vmhh, I wanna see it.”

Your legs are the only thing he’s not holding in place, no point with them shaking. Finally he does a slow draw out caused by you squirting all over his pelvis.

“Holy shit, baby. You see how much that bitch likes it?”

He keeps sinking back in every few seconds to see it splash again and again.

You murmur and grind each time, eyes low and sparkling.

“You done?” He smirks.

…

You nodded, thinking it was a sincere question.

…

“Mhmm, What about me?”

Randall grabs your hip bones, flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your lower half up to his. Sliding his hand up your skins a few times before lining his warm tip poking into your vagina.

You get bumped forward by his dick, overwhelmed you lean too far and he drives an arm on your back to push you into the mattress.

“Don’t fuckin’ move away from me!”

“Get the fuck back here.”

He grabs a fistful of hair and pulls you up against his chest.

Kissing your jaw with each push up of his dick, giving you a lecture with each pull back.

…

“you don’t get away from me..”

…

“you understand me?”

…

“I’m showing a lot of restraint here, y/n.”

…

“Look who finally decided to join me, someone’s a sleepyhead.”

“I guess you’re still not quite awake, huh sweetheart?”

You woke in a spring field, Henry laying next to you wide eyed

You don’t know where you are, you think you were having nightmares about your family? it’s too confusing to remember

Henry remembers it better, and he’ll show you oneday. When you can be trusted

> He picks you up off the wild flowers, bringing you back to his childhood home. so proud to carry you over the threshold. Insincerely telling you how he wants to grow old with you here, just as happily as his family did

> The Mind Flayer likes it cold, but being close to your warm body is worth all the discomfort

Henry doesn’t sleep, though strongly encourages you, lightly stroking your head, whispering he will keep you safe

and going through your dreams, thoughts and memories. Checking for defiance or anything else that he will need to discipline

> Like when you ask to visit your old world

He does not argue with you, your little thoughts could never compete with his. He’d rather show you

He’d rather pretend to leave, making you feel completely alone, letting demogorgans chase you into the woods, giving you evil hallucinations until you’re screaming and crying on the ground

> And ‘returning’ just in time to come find you. He’ll lift you up in his arms and tell you he’s always going to protect you, how he’ll never leave again. Kissing away the tears

As soon as he gets you back indoors, drops you as hard as he can

> Never showing his monstrous form, you will only ever see Henry, but his voice is all wrong. It Changes, deepens, doubles

Gaslighting you

“There aren’t any monsters here y/n!”

“You were trying to leave! Don’t lie to me!”

“DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN GET OUT WITHOUT ME?!”

He knows none of it’s true, he watched through your eyes the whole time you were apart

> If you don’t forgive him after his outburst, if you try ignoring him, he starts controlling your dreams

He makes you only think about him

He makes you miss him

He makes you want him

> The morning after these dreams you can hardly breathe until you find Henry

You think you must be so desperate that your body is moving itself onto him, your hands touching him without trying

Not knowing it’s him abusing his power

> “Poor thing, you’re so horny aren’t you? Don’t worry baby, I can end your suffering.”

You would reply if your mouth would open, somehow it was held shut, you could only push up moans

Henry unknotted his tie and held it around your neck tightly

Suddenly your body is levitating

Last year when you were a circle 005 & 007 loved teasing you during game intervals. Leaning on you, giving fake orders, ‘fixing’ your mask to see you, offering to show you around. ‘You wanna know what that cross is for, Newbie?’ ‘We could come get you tonight.’

You never went with them. They would get more pushy each day. 007 started asking if you had a boyfriend, 005 asked if you were scared. ‘Don’t worry, You’ll be with me the whole time.’ By the final game they were skipping work to come find you before you had to seperate.

They came down the opposite way of the hallway and boxed you in. 005 especially wanted to keep contact. You told him you’re sorry, you really needed this job and couldn’t risk it for anything.

007 rolled his eyes and slumped against the wall. ‘Fuck it. whatever. I’m ready to go home.’ 005 doesn’t move away yet, he puts his hand on your throat and leans next to your mask. ‘..Next year, Newbie.’

This year you’re a triangle too. You weren’t sure if they noticed, you weren’t sure if they even remembered you. The whole day they had only seemed to care about Red Light-Green Light.

Were they mad still? You expected more attention this year, being on the same team. Walking past them to your room you said a soft little, “hi” that made their attention snap to you.

You barely cracked the door before being rammed through it and held on the ground. 007 closes it, 005 is sitting on you fumbling with your mask.

007 throws his mask off leaning over you, “So, your boyfriend let you come back huh?” making eye contact as your hood gets pulled down. “who?- I don’t have one?-” 005 shows his face last. “Oh! so last year when you were too good for us, you weren’t fucking someone else?!”

“I don’t believe it!” 007 kneels down next to you, both smirking. “Were you being a slut while you were gone, Newbie?” 005 laughs. “Have we been missing a slut this whole time?” “No!” You’re starting to writhe. 005 is pinning your wrists flat, 007 is trying to get a grasp on your face and you can feel 005 getting hard from you moving.

Why did you ever want their recognition.

Finally 007 slams your face still. “So prove it! We’ll know by how that pretty little pussy feels.”

005 leans to your ear. “You can say no, but we’ll know what that means.” He starts opening your jumpsuit. 007 gets up and stand-blocks the door. They know their friends will handle the camera, but it’s better safe than sorry.

005 sees your not struggling anymore and lets go, pulling his own jumpsuit half down. he asks one more time before he keeps going with your clothes. “So, you don’t have anything to hide?” “no.” You slide out of the jumpsuit yourself to prove a point. 007 is really trying to keep looking at the wall, but it’s hard. 005 has his dick in hand, biting his lip. “All right, Newbie.” He pushes all the way in and you lose the brave act real quick, gasping.

“Ahhhh, shit! You weren’t lying!”

007 laughs from the side. “Good girl, Newbie.”

005 is stroking slowly, your eyes are narrowing, you make little hums but he’s always looking at your pussy, not your face. “Fuuck it’s tight. Were you waiting for me since last year, Newbie?”

You start looking at 007 instead, and 007 isn’t breaking eye contact. Every noise you make, his jaw tightens. You can see his pants growing. Finally he jumps from the door and taps 005. “Move” “No, what the fuck” “You’re taking too long, Move.”

005 gets a few more deep pipes before he’s tugged out of the way, groaning now it’s his turn at the door. It takes a second for 007 to get his dick standing, passing up and down your vagina a few times before sliding the tip in. 005’s slouched against the door still watching, taunting 007. “She’s not making noise… I think she liked me more?” “Shut the fuck up. She likes it, don’t you sweetheart.” He grabs your face and lifts it up to 005s direction, “Tell him you like it.. Tell him you missed me” instead of speaking you kiss him and 005 has to look away.

007 gradually got deeper, he mostly cared about outdoing 005 by going faster.

Soon the wet from your vagina is making a syrupy noise out loud. 007 is getting shaky. 005 is annoyed now. “You know we have somewhere to be.” 005 comes back over and kneels by your side, sliding his hand up and down your chest. “Come on, Newbie. Can you finish this for me baby?”

You do your best to focus. Whining your waist on 007, causing more wet to gush until he finally has to pull out.

Móglaí Bap loves:

> Nicknames. Like calling you Baby, Mo ghrá (My love), Wifey, Princess, etc

> When you send nudes while he’s away. They’d be stuck in his head 24/7 until he gives up and has to fly you out

> Flexing how hot his girl is. He would never tell you what to wear because someone looking too hard is an excuse to grab your face and start sloppy kissing you

> PDA, hickeys, licking, getting in the car and pulling on your clothes, when you suck on his fingers

> Getting head, throwing his neck back, biting his lip, gathering your hair in his fist, wiping your wet face afterwards “Tá tú go hálainn (You are beautiful)”

> Your ass. Always holding it, if you grind on him he loses focus on anything else. Especially when he’s high and desperate to touch you

> High sex where he gets soppy and overwhelmed. It’s the only time he prefers being called Naoise, while you look down into his eyes and talk him through it

> When he’s the one fucking you and doesn’t respond unless you call him Móglaí. Backshots, grabbing your wrists, hair pulling, swiping over your pussy telling you to be louder are his favourites

> When he’s propped above you and his chain swings to the same rythm as he’s stroking. If it bothers you, you can wear it for him

> Using a condom or atleast pulling out

> Being affectionate after. Hair stroking, baby kisses on the side of your face, he loves when you fall asleep on him.

> When you leave and his bed still smells like you

Mo Chara loves:

> Voice notes when you’re apart. Listening to your gasps and moans to masturbate, then he sends back a thank-you message all groan-y and out of breath

> Dry humping. Dragging you onto his lap to make you feel the hard you made

> When you have an attitude and he gets to match it. Seeing who can be more aggressive, grabbing your throat “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”

> Your breasts. Sleeping with his hand on your chest, when he kisses you from behind reaching under your clothes, anytime you get undressed he stares like it’s the first time, wants any opportunity to suck them

> His hands going down your panties, laughing slightly when you can’t stay still, licking his fingers afterwards makes him so hungry

> While eating you out, pausing to ask whose it is. Staring and barely touching you until he gets his answer. Your choice: ‘Liam’s’ ‘Mo Chara’s’ ‘Yours’ ‘Do cheannsa (Yours)’. Then he stops teasing and keeps his head down suckling until your legs are shaking

> Always raw sex. Either wiping some spit on the tip of his dick or sliding it over your wet

> His favourites are nails digging in his back, putting your legs over his shoulders, swearing, degrading/affection at the same time

> Freezing up when he cums. Mouth open, trying to hold you still. If you keep going his eyes lock shut “Fuuuuck, go leor! (enough!)”

> Falling asleep straight away. It’s not on purpose, he’s just drained and so at peace. Needing to tap out for awhile

> When you put on his shirt after. He needs round 2 as soon as he notices

> He’s way more shy than you’d think, you meet when he’s the only one hanging around outside of a venue

> It’s dark out yet he still has his sunglasses on, hat down and hood up. He thinks it’s hiding that he can’t keep eye contact

> But despite how he has to keep looking away between talking, he’ll notice you’ve gotten cold and lean in more. Jokingly offer you his cigarette too

> You’d swap numbers, he put ‘Liam’ and said he doesn’t have any social media. He’s barely into texting, but he started calling daily

> He has different jackets everytime you see him. You could probably take 5 or 10 before he notices any missing. He’d let you keep them though

> His love language is sharing

> He was the first to say I love you, you just didn’t realise because he was too shy to say it in person. He’d always hang up the phone with “Tá grá agam duit”

> Eventually Liam decides he wants to show you ‘Mo Chara’, like they’re two different people

> He joked you look too good to be in the crowd distracting him, but really he’d worry about you too much to focus while performing

> On the side of the stage watching him and Móglaí before Kneecap is called on, they run up and Mo Chara kisses you as he goes past

> The only similarity between Liam and Mo Chara is he still has his head covered.. as he’s screaming how much he ‘FUCKING LOVE’s the room full of ‘LOW-LIFE SCUMBAGS!!!’

> At the end he bounces off stage and goes back to kissing you. He puts his glasses up on his hat and looks so serious asking if you liked it if you liked him

> You’re so excited you accidentally call him Mo Chara (My Friend) and he stops you “Im not your fucken friend?!, Mo ghrá thú (You are my love)”

> The bigger kneecap gets the later he stays out. You miss him and overthink because he rarely checks his phone

> Usually high and still drinking past midnight until he misses you too much and bails on the group. He almost always wakes up late, maybe hungover

> He doesn’t really argue back, he can’t take it seriously when you’re mad and keeps trying to make jokes about you yelling

> If you did make Liam mad he’d shut down and stop speaking. Its funny, Mo Chara is usually looking for confrontation, he would not take that shit from anyone else

> There’d be a handful of times when he didn’t come over and you find out days later he had been locked up and begged Móglaí and Próvaí not to worry you

> Seeing you cry could go a few ways: If he blames himself, he gets all avoidant. If someone else upset you he gets mad and protective REAL quick. Any other reason he’d just hold you for a looong time

> He wouldn’t do pda with strangers watching, but if it’s just you and his friends he won’t let go of your hand, always wants you sitting on his lap and wraps you in his jackets

> When Kneecap gets a tour it’s constant travelling, sharing hotels, and work. He doesn’t get to be alone, he literally can’t wank

> He just FaceTimes you and whines about being stuck with adrenaline and how badly he needs to cum

> When they land home he’d ditch his bags with Móglaí and go straight from the airport to your house

> His dick gets hard just hearing the door unlock and he pushes you back inside to the wall. He can only keep his mouth off you for short enough breaks to say “fuck”, “shit”, “Jesus”. Thats still Mo Chara

> You can feel the difference, the aggression. Liam is slower ..and actually uses a bed, Liam is an eater. He wants to look at you, hear you, feel you. Mo Chara needs to use you

> You always know when he’s horny and ready to go home because he keeps nestling his head on you and mumbling in Irish. Even if you cant understand you know it’s him begging

> He might like it more if you didn’t know Irish, joke about converting you, ask if you want him to give you a fenian baby (too far?)

> Before Kneecap Liam was planning to be a youth worker <real fact)

> He definitely wanted kids “someday”, when your lives are calmer.. but he’s not that careful about it either

> You call to tell him you’re pregnant when he’s away again, he would fly home asap and stay home for the whole 9 months+

> He’d speak to your stomach solely in Irish and be so proud to sing traditional songs for nursery rhymes

> Móglaí would be the godfather and buy your babies first piece of claddagh. All of Kneecap would flood your house with North face baby clothes for the first wean

> Thanos stuck to you during ‘Red Light/Green Light’, voted O just so you’d have to stay in the dorm together, and built a team to become your leader

> But at night his high fades and its like he switches off. He wakes up all serious and unavailable

> You really only have one idea, sucking his dick for attention. He just stares down, maybe grunts a few times, then pulls your head off when he’s done. Not a word

> It’s not until the next game is announced that he’ll re-up and you get your manic boy back, apologising for neglecting you and making dumb lil raps

> ‘Mingle’ Is perfect for him. He can be hyperactive and grind on you the whole time. You’re not gonna shake him off when you’re so preoccupied with trying to stay upright. it’s the last round

“Two 둘”

> He lets go- Thanos and Nam-gyu ran without looking back. You wouldn’t have made it if not for someone snatching you their way. It was so quick you hadn’t even registered who saved you

> But Thanos does. Seeing you come out of a room with alone with Myung-gi?! He spent the whole time telling Nam-gyu how worried about you he was, and you were betraying him!

> Now you’re both angry for very different reasons. You want to upset him, and you know the easiest way is by voting X

> He starts tweaking, immediately assuming who you did that for, when O’s win he drags you back to their side

“MG-FUCKING-COIN, RIGHT?!”

“IS THAT WHY YOU WANNA GET OUT?! BE WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND?!”

“WHO I FUCKING OWN!”

> Pushing you down infront of his bed he commands you to stay and the whole team walks out

“HEY! MG-Coin. was taking my money not enough?, you gonna take my girl too?!“

You don’t know what they did but he comes back less hostile, even pulls you up under him.

> You still sleep in his bed even though he’s mad. Not sure if that’s because of distrust after the vote or if he still thinks it’s doing something to Myung-gi. He did confiscate your blanket and put his 230 jacket over you

> He’s being sweet the next day. Brought food to you, even made his homies give up some of theirs

“Just do one more game.”

“I need to make money for our future together”

He’d try to guilt trip you with him being suicidal, say you’re ‘healing’ his soul.

“Don’t worry, ofcourse we’ll protect you!”

> And that’s why you better vote O tonight. You have a death wish if you’re not by his side when the lights go out. Understood?

> That night you hit O and immediately go hold onto him. Knowing to be doting since you’ll be with him longer, in more danger, if O’s win

> Instead it ended in a tie, that’s something even scarier. you’re dreading it getting late. Thanos says he’ll prepare you, he puts a pill in your mouth and takes 2 himself. You’ve never been high before

> That’s making you more nervous, plus the guilt that you should’ve been the vote that made X’s win. Then the room goes black. You start tripping. And Thanos isn’t next to you anymore

> You stumble up. The fluorescent light pulsing, everyone’s moving too fast, sounds of agony are being echoed. You weave through the dorm. You can’t tell if you’re really hearing your name until Thanos grabs you. Dripping with blood, he can’t wait to tell you what he just did.

> Revealing exactly how he and Nam-gyu had spent all day planning how they’d kill Myung-gi. Why the fuck are you crying right now? He’s providing for you. You should be grateful!

“WHATS UP?! YOU MISS HIM?”

“IF HE WANTED YOU HE WOULDN’T HAVE DIED LIKE A BITCH!”

> Denying it isn’t enough, fucking prove it. Go kill someone. Make a sacrifice to him.

> You’re still out of your mind, there’s no choice. He stands a few feet back and watches you take down a random X. You end up on the ground, sobbing, shaking, blood soaked. And he loves it-

> He yanks you up and takes you over to the corner wall. Riot still going on around you, he has too much adrenaline to wait. He wants to fuck you while myung-gi’s blood is still wet, you might still be crying- but whatever that drug was, it made you really want this

“You wanna know what the-ummgh-the last thing your boyfriend heard was?”

‘You’re mine..’ ‘all of it belongs.. to.. ME!’

> The room gets lit up, he scrambed his dick back in his pants when the guards filed in. Since you didn’t make him cum he leaves you there.

> Supply box of the month; looking down at you in there he noticed you’re pretty but with everyone else’s attention focused on the same thing he feels the need to humble you and ignores you for the remainder of the day, Gally doesn’t let greenies think they’re special. Even a girl.

> Your first night is a bonfire, with everyone intrigued if you can keep up and he’s curious enough to let you in the circle

“Try to last more than 5 seconds”

> You don’t- maybe 3 seconds before his hands hit your body and put you down, when Gally goes to pull you over the boundary he gets overwhelmed leaning over you, the grabbing evokes an urge that hadn’t happened before

> He was obsessed with you from that moment

like had to throw you out as hard as he could just so no one would be looking at him and notice where his pants had began to swell up

> Gally brings you a drink to make peace, and when he eventually stops calling you greenie the interest feels mutual. It only takes 1 week before he’s letting everyone know you’re together

> You sleep in his hammock every night, he says he likes being wrapped together keeping you safe

what he really likes is how you couldn’t try to get out without him waking up

> He’s so chivalrous, like as soon as it’s dark he gets a torch and stays with you incessantly holding it wherever you go, and every meal time getting your food so you don’t stand too close to anyone else or talk to others have to wait out in the sun

> Gally surprised you with changing your job to a builder, it wasn’t a conversation he just decided, and since he’s a keeper it was easy to take you off your last one to be together always more, he can look and touch you all day now, waiting wasn’t working for him

> You have to “isolate” when there’s a new greenie coming into the glade, hed never let an unpredictable stranger encounter you

and he honestly doesn’t trust you enough to say if you were present you wouldn’t be.. ‘misguided’

> Hed never admit it but when someone is banished or the runners don’t come back he’s a little happy, one less person to keep away from you and a little further from getting out

> Banishings are one of few events you’re welcome to. He likes how it gets you distressed because it’s on him to comfort you, so vulnerable you struggle to differentiate between his soothing and his taunting

“You see what can happen to you”

“you’re safe out here with me”

“That’s why you should be grateful for the pit”

> Gally puts you in the pit so much one section is practically yours. He made it extra special for you- well he had to after you hid tools to escape once.

(Surprisingly he wasn’t too mad about it when he realised if you can’t be trusted with tools you’d have to be his lil helper all day)

> When Gallys mad the yelling is only temporary, hes pretty quick at calming his tone and using his big boy words to to make you feel lesser than.

> He’ll still throw you (<literally) in there for a week or so, since he handles all your meals already he can take away your food a cruel amount of time without anyone noticing

> Truthfully you’re separated from the others enough that the pit isn’t much of a loss, unfortunately Gally realised if he abandons you it’s depriving you of the sole human connection you get

it only takes a few days until you’re more devoted to him than usual

> Which is great because he always misses you more and it shows when he literally dives into the pit and fucks your body into the ground

consider that the final punishment and anything can be forgiven

> Regardless what terms you’re on- when a bonfire is happening he’s so excited he drags you to it, he loves the nostalgia it brings of your first night

> He gets to show off infront of you beating everybody who dares to fight (kinda reminds you if you wanted someone to protect you they wouldn’t succeed) and if he manages to draw you into the ring he has a crowd obligated to stand and watch as he sits ontop of you like he’s claiming you

> You like the bonfire too though, you can drink enough to become disengaged mentally

(especially easy if it’s on an empty stomach just coming from the pit)

Gally gives you as much as you want because you’re so reliant on him when drunk.. maybe even affectionate

> You honestly do love him and feel safe with him, enough that you blame all your marks and bruises on building accidents because you don’t want to see him banished for ‘harming another glader’

(he’s obviously at all your Med-jack stuff)

> You don’t even realise why he’s so loving when you do that, you thought it gave him more respect for you

but hearing you blame yourself and having others judge ‘your’ clumsiness satisfies him like crazy, he wants to dick you down right then and there

“Good girl”

> Gally sincerely views fighting back as affection too, but he can only let you do so much before getting held down and reminded there’s a time and place

“you better stop being stubborn infront of others, they’ll think you’re stung and then you’re gone”

> He wants to stay in forever

“This is our home”

“The glade has everything you need, you’re all I need”

“We could have babies”

Imagine creating the next generation all from you two.

> The only escape is Death or going into the maze- though Gally told you those are interchangeable.

> You going in would be the one thing severe enough to make him follow, he’d be more mad than you’ve ever seen, when he caught up he’d knock you completely down

> Wrapping his hands around your throat so your body will be unconscious when he goes to carry you back to the glade, having no patience for resistance, hearing him scream upon you as you go to sleep

“NO!”

“YOURE FULL OF SURPRISES, ARENT YOU?!”

“SHUT UP!”

“I SHOULD BE LEAVING YOU HERE FOR THE GRIEVERS- NEXT TIME, IM GONNA LET YOU STAY!”

> And If he got stung he would. so you can die together, because you living in the glade without him isn’t an option.

*up late home alone Daryl hears someone knocking and opens the door abruptly*

“Who’re you?”

Daryl came off aggressive, maybe overcompensating since being solo wasn’t common for him

“Cap’n”

“What?”

“Cap’n cook man .. is the ‘hilly’ guy around”

“….. Naw”

“Well he promised me like half a grand for this yo”

*Jesse pulls a ziploc bag of crystal out of his oversized jeans making Daryl remember his brother had ‘sum to do this week’*

Daryl sighed “alright, hold up”

*He walked back inside over to a raggedy couch he threw his wallet on earlier and pulls out all the money he had, going back and giving it to the janky looking kid*

“Hell yeah! ay tell that guy there’s no chilli in this batch too. He kept bitchin’ about that”

“I aint able to tell him nothin now that his bail moneys gone” daryl says almost smugly

*he nods at the cash in Jesse’s hand while waving up the product in his own hand and closes the door*

“See ya cap’n crunch” *slam*