Universe: Harry Potter; Marauders Era AU (slightly)
Type: ANGSTY AS FUCKKK and fluffy.
Prompt: Their relationship being demonstrated as an aesthetic video edit.
Warning: I don’t even know- parental problems, some physical harm, blood, drinking.
Song: Him & I- Halsey and G-Eazy, but only Halsey’s part.
Word Count: 1951
A/N: Has me bopping. Also thank you for the success in ‘Because of you’ I’m glad you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it and I’m sorry I wasn’t able to create a second part. AU where no one dies and no one goes to jail and Peter isn’t a traitor and Remus isn’t alone and depressed- AND REGULUS DOESN’T DIE AND HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH SIRIUS IS GOOD.
[y/n/n]: your nickname
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One would say what drove SIrius and [y/n] to be together was their love and the prohibition their parents had set for the two, to not be together.
Sirius’ parents hated her for being a muggle born and [y/n’s] parents hated him for his bad boy persona. For giving her the freedom she was never able to get despite being far away from her parents for months each year.
Yet their start was cliche and sappy, with her rejecting his moves.
It wasn’t until their sixth year that the two would join and become a couple. Envied by those who craved the touch of Sirius once more and of those who had wished to be touched by [y/n] at least once.
A power couple.
A couple that no one liked besides their friends.
A couple that always faced a problem.
“Mother he’s not a bad person.” [y/n] calmly spoke as she sat in front of her parents at a table during the wedding of a friend of her father.
The chattering of people around her and her parents trying to break her relationship were causing her to become aggravated.
“He ran away from his home, if you two were to get married, he could never support you. He doesn’t even work and is relying on that other boy’s parents.” Mr. [l/n] sternly spoke as he took a sip of his wine.
“He ran away because his parents’ ideals are pure rubbish!” Her language caused a few stares and necks to twist just to glare at her. “Mind your language! He might be a good person in his world, but either way, why run away?”
Her mother downed her glass of wine, becoming angry enough to have her husband try and calm her down.
“My world. His ideals are what keep me, Lily, and other muggleborns safe in that world from people like his parents. You’re just angry that him in my life allows me to explore the world that you’re trying to keep away from me.”
Her father just rolled his eyes. “Keep quiet. This isn’t the place and time to talk about that boy… Ahh, Jack my boy, why don’t you catch up with [y/n] it’s been years since you two have seen each other.” [y/n] just rolled her eyes as she stood to get a drink, yet was followed by the dirty-blond haired boy that seemed to be her age.
“Hey.” He spoke with a smirk that she wished to wipe off his face. “Hi…” She said looking ahead at the people dancing. “How come I never see you at anymore?”
“School.”
“You changed schools?”
As much as he showed he was interested and knew she wasn’t- he still tried and his cockiness didn’t allow him to see her anger. “Do you want to get out of here?” He asked getting closer to her.
Pairing: Gally x Reader. Word Count: 2.7k Plot: You only get so many opportunities to go after what you want (ft. other Gladers) Warnings: Lite smut (heavy petting, really) at the end.
“Which one of you shanks is to blame, huh?” Gally huffed as Newt, Thomas, and Zart came out in a rush, panting, and occupied. He had his hands on his hips and as they clumsily dashed out of the forest.
Many Gladers saw Thomas go into the forest and even more heard him call the other Track-Hoes for help, but nobody actually knew what was going on. It didn't seem like an emergency until they moved past Gally, Zart's shoulder knocking into the Builder's, and headed toward the medical hut. Gally only realized then that Newt was holding you up, sort of dragging your sopping wet body in both arms while Thomas kept trying to interact with you.
Gally said it again, but this time with growing wrath, “Which one of you shanks is to blame, huh?” In only a few steps, he was with them and picking up your feet. “What happened?”
“Is she dead?” Chuck, seemingly out of nowhere, inquired. The youngest Glader earned himself a sharp death stare that went through his skull from Gally and his first ever “fuck off” sigh from Newt.
It wasn't as if you and Gally were together, but it felt like an open secret in the Glade that you were “Gally's Girl” (a term you loathed despite your affection toward the hard-headed builder). If anyone who was going to make this awful situation worse, it was Gally. He cared for you in a way that surprised everyone. Nobody had been more annoyed when you, the first girl, arrived in the box and yet, over time, he had come to adore you. Alby had assumed it was a symptom of mommy issues. None of them could remember their own. It was deeper than that though. Gally was your safe place. When other Gladers assumed you had been sent solely for mating purposes, he shut it down. It went both ways as well. You were Gally's safe place. Someone he didn't have to have ego with. He could deflate his chest and drop his shoulders when you two were together.
There had not been any declaration of romance though. It was a friendship with hunger dancing vividly between it. One time, after more moonshine than usual, and because Minho kept razing him, ‘You're never going to do it. You're never going to do it. You don't have it in you.’, Gally kissed you. It was rough and nervous. You didn't even have a chance to close your eyes. Once he pulled away, he looked sort of like a spooked rabbit and he jolted away sort of the same.
When he finally came back, you were putting dishes away with Frypan and acted like nothing happened so Gally followed suit. In the moment, it seemed easier.
Now you were half out of it and Gally finally had things he was desperate to tell you. He wanted the safety of your company. He wanted you to say everything would be fine. He kept pulling Jeff's arm back when he went to touch your chest, your shirt soaked and stuck to your skin. By the third time, despite Newt hissing for Gally to leave, Clint reached over and simply pressed both palms to your sternum.
“If you can't handle this, Gally, you need to go outside.” Again, Newt said. He eyed Zart and Thomas in case muscle would be required to remove the Builder.
“What happened?”
“We don't know.” The answer enraged Gally. His nostrils flared as he turned to glare at Thomas.
“I asked her to get water from the pond. She didn't come back after…some time…” Newt tried to explain to the best of his ability. “Thomas went to go and see what was going on and…”
“She was face down in the pond.” Thomas told him plainly, not with the same panic when he said it to Newt while pulling you from the water.
A fist bunched up at Gally's side and it was clear he intended it for Thomas's face, but Jeff interrupted the thought.
“She's got a pulse. She's breathing.”
“She needs mouth to mouth.” Thomas said though he wasn't sure how exactly he knew that.
“I'll do it.” With all the confidence in the world, he said. You were his girl after all. Luckily, he didn't catch the excitement in Zart's eyes at the prospect of putting his lips on yours.
Newt and Jeff stepped aside, making room for Gally to begin. Clint still had his hands on you, ready to do compressions. Gally ran a shaking hand over your head, dry fingers tangling themselves in wet locks. He blinked nervously and struggled to focus. It was as if the already crowded small space closed in on him. The other Gladers were saying his name, trying to bring him to reality, but it wasn't enough to pull him out.
“Gally. Now.” Clint shouted at him. Maybe, it was Thomas. All Gally could see was you.
Newt shoved him out of the way, tipped your head back, and began. His mouth sealing over yours.
Gally felt like he could vomit. He was consumed by his own failure and left the hut. What good was he to you? Biting hard on the inside of his cheeks, he took off to his workspace, barking at another Glader to get out of his way.
It took a few minutes of CPR though to everyone in the hut, it felt like an hour. Thomas nearly went to gather Gally right away, but Newt advised against it. He knew Gally. He needed time to sulk or cool down. You needed rest.
When supper was ready, Newt gave Gally a bowl and told him to take it to you. It was a task, not a suggestion. With his tail between his legs, Gally entered the medical hut where you were laying, looking bored, but finally dry.
“Free me. Newt says I have to stay here.” Sitting up, you reached both arms out and wiggled your fingers. There was some lightheadedness, but that was all. Newt was being overly cautious. “Hey, what's a lady got to do to get a hug around here? Drown?” Arms still wide open, you waited for his large body to fill the space.
“That's not funny.” Gally put the bowl down on a small table and scolded. “You could have…” Was he going to say it? Tell you how awful it would be to lose you? “It was really scary.” Living in the Glade, he was plenty familiar with the feeling of helplessness, but it hadn't paralyzed him like that before.
“Come be close. You're so far away.” It was like he was magnetized to the wall or something.
Curling your legs behind you, you made space for him on the bed. His body hit it like it was a sack of bricks. His arms hung between his knees, head dipping low. It wasn’t like Gally not to look at you, usually you caught him throughout the day stealing glances.
“Why won’t you look at me?”
Gally only shook his head.
“What happened? You’re being weird.”
An inhale from through his nose filled his stomach, large and ponderous.
“Gal -” You sat up to reach him, but his whole body away.
“I choked. I shucking choked.”
“What?”
“You needed help and I choked.”
Gally was standing now, holding his arms over his chest with a face crumpled up in agony.
“What are you talking about? I slipped. I went in because the water at the edge has so much algae and I hooked my boot onto a vine or something, I slipped -”
“No, you needed - I couldn’t -” Words had never been Gally’s strength. He spun around to try and find a way to explain himself that didn’t sound pathetic - weak. He spied the bowl of soup and picked it up again, this time handing it over. Maybe, it would be easier to talk if you were occupied by something else. “You needed mouth to mouth.”
“Don’t remind me.” Bringing the spoon up to your face, you pretended to grimace. While grateful to Newt and Clint, it was gross to think about.
“I choked.” Gally came back to where he had been sitting before. He came down softer this time, eying your bare feet and then pulling the blanket by your side over them. “I said I’d do it. You needed it and I…I froze.”
If not for the sound of laughter outside the hut, friends leaving dinner to wind down, it would have suddenly been silent between you both. Gally still looked perplexed and upset with himself and you had a mouth full of soup.
“Do you think I’m mad at you?” Brows lowered, you tried to figure out the problem.
“I’m mad at me! You needed one thing and I froze! I couldn’t do it!”
“Gally, don’t shout. I hate when you shout.” Closing your eyes, you offered him the bowl back so you could lay back down. “Come lay beside me, please.”
“There’s no room for me on there.”
You shuffled right against the woven edge of the bed, legs on top of one another. It gave Gally a smidge, enough room that only one of his legs would have to dangle off. If he was precise, he could mimic your pose and make room for his whole body. His body weight shifted the bed, but the warmth coming off it drew you in and you rolled into the other direction to face him.
“It's hard to know how you're going to handle something until you're in the middle of it sometimes…” He was listening, but he put two fingers on your neck, checking for a pulse - assuring himself. “Gally, I promise you're still the toughest person here. I won't tell anyone.” It helped that you couldn't remember. “I didn't tell anyone you kissed me.”
“Minho knows.”
“What?”
“Well, it was sort of a dare.”
“What?” Sitting up on one arm, your jaw unhinged.
“What?”
“You kissed me on a dare?”
“Well, I wanted to do it, but Minho kept saying -”
“It's all I've been able to think about. You kissing me, touching me, me touching you-”
“Whoa. What?”
“And it was a dare?”
Gally could feel heat radiating off your cheeks. He recognized the annoyed expression in your eyes because he had seen it directed at others. He wasn't sure if it had ever seemed this annoyed.
“Can we go back to what you said about touching?”
Angry eyes poked holes in his face as refused to give him the satisfaction.
“You kissed me on a dare.” You said as if you had food in your mouth just as Gally spoke to.
“I think about it all the time too!”
Quiet fell between you both with a thump. Your chest rose and fell noticeably due to labored breaths. You turned your back to Gally and hugged yourself at the beds edge, taking up just a sliver.
“Maybe, not all the time, but a lot. And all the time at night.” They weren't the kind of thoughts conducive to sleeping in a hammock. Gally had had to find spots elsewhere at night to deal with the fantasies that drifted into his mind whenever he settled in for the night. It was hard to let himself want something. The Glade wasn't designed for dreams or desires. Frypan had commented that Gally had a small bladder due to the amount of times he hopped out of his hammock at night and wandered away. Sometimes, he needed to satisfy himself, but other times, he walked around until he was too tired to think about anything and once he splashed pond water on his face. “I liked kissing you, but that felt stupid.”
“Why?”
Gally groaned. He did not want to open up. He did not want to embarrass himself.
“Because it's not like I was good at it and…” Eyes rolling at himself, he swiftly took in a breath to try and be brave. “And I know I'm an asshole.”
“You're not wrong.” Three words, all it took to damage Gally's pride. “You are an asshole.” He cracked a smile, but just barely. Your back was still to him. “It meant something to me and it was just a dare.”
Gally groaned, no patience for the frustration he was feeling. The curve of your body beside him did not help with how stupid he was currently feeling.
“It meant something to me too.” His large hands, weathered from constant work, spread across his face. It muffled his words, but not enough to make them inaudible. “I wanted to do it. I just didn't know how and then Minho…” None of this was helping. As he opened his fingers, he could see your profile. Eyes still hurt, mouth scowling. He sighed and shut up, reaching over to abrasively turn you around by the shoulder, making you face him. He kissed you and the nerves he felt were undetectable beneath the eagerness. It felt like need. Finishing a cup of water in one sip after a day of working in the heat. Draping your body in a blanket after getting caught in a downpour. Air after your lungs fill with water.
Since you didn't pull away, he pulled you in with both his hands running over your back. His left was sliding beneath the fabric and he realized this was a shirt that belonged to another Glader. Your clothes must have been hanging to dry elsewhere. First, Newt had his mouth on yours. Now some other guy's shirt was on your skin. He felt feral, a growl escaping his lips and his nails lightly dragged over your skin.
“Not a dare.” He said as you stopped in order to breathe. “Because I want to. Because I feel like it.” Gally was about to fall off the bed due to a lack of room, but he held onto you for dear life. This wasn't about comfort anyway. It felt necessary. It was what had been pulsating between you both for weeks, if not months. It seemed like Gally had finally decided going for it was more important than staying in the same place, a thought that Thomas would surely find comical. “You said something about touching me…” In a whisper, he reminded you before resuming what he had just been doing, lips clumsily opening yours. It felt natural when you swung a leg over his, pulling yourself on top of him.
Gally was flat on his back, the bed all his, and the view making his chest ache. You looked so beautiful, like you always did, only on top of him.
“Whose is this?” Bunching the fabric of your shirt up in a tight fit, he demanded to know.
“I don't know.” Still kissing him, you shrugged. He tugged on it again, like a rein. “Ben's or something.” A Glader who was no longer around. “Maybe Zart's. Probably Zart’s.” You accidentally bit Gally's bottom lip. It was not easy to kiss, talk, breathe, and think all at once. He liked it though. His hips knocked upward in approval. It felt like he had a stone in his pants and, curiously, you moved your hand down to find out for yourself earning another hip jolt from Gally.
He didn't want to tell you to take it off. He wanted to rip it from your body. It scared him how much self-control he was having to conjure up not to tug on it swiftly and throw it to the side.
He reached down, moaning, and moved your hand. It had felt like you were on the point of no return and, Gally was sure, one more touch of your hand would push you both over.
When you looked up, face as flushed as his, you saw that he was flustered. Gally's eyes were fluttering and his chest that could be seen from the open three buttons of his shirt was beet red. It had never been that shade when he was pushing guys around in The Circle or building under a merciless sun.
“This is crazy.” He said breathlessly. The whole day had not been what he expected.
You rolled off him and laid beside him, his hand loosening on your shirt in order to loosely drape his arm over you. A minute passed, maybe two, and you both blinked at one another again. Everything had changed in an instance and yet it felt normal like this is how you both were supposed to be spending your time. As Gally pulled you in a little closer, the stiffness in his pants unrelenting, you sat up to whisper right in his ear, “I dare you to take me to the woods.”
Pairing: Gally x Reader. Word Count: 2.7k Plot: You only get so many opportunities to go after what you want (ft. other Gladers) Warnings: Lite smut (heavy petting, really) at the end.
“Which one of you shanks is to blame, huh?” Gally huffed as Newt, Thomas, and Zart came out in a rush, panting, and occupied. He had his hands on his hips and as they clumsily dashed out of the forest.
Many Gladers saw Thomas go into the forest and even more heard him call the other Track-Hoes for help, but nobody actually knew what was going on. It didn't seem like an emergency until they moved past Gally, Zart's shoulder knocking into the Builder's, and headed toward the medical hut. Gally only realized then that Newt was holding you up, sort of dragging your sopping wet body in both arms while Thomas kept trying to interact with you.
Gally said it again, but this time with growing wrath, “Which one of you shanks is to blame, huh?” In only a few steps, he was with them and picking up your feet. “What happened?”
“Is she dead?” Chuck, seemingly out of nowhere, inquired. The youngest Glader earned himself a sharp death stare that went through his skull from Gally and his first ever “fuck off” sigh from Newt.
It wasn't as if you and Gally were together, but it felt like an open secret in the Glade that you were “Gally's Girl” (a term you loathed despite your affection toward the hard-headed builder). If anyone who was going to make this awful situation worse, it was Gally. He cared for you in a way that surprised everyone. Nobody had been more annoyed when you, the first girl, arrived in the box and yet, over time, he had come to adore you. Alby had assumed it was a symptom of mommy issues. None of them could remember their own. It was deeper than that though. Gally was your safe place. When other Gladers assumed you had been sent solely for mating purposes, he shut it down. It went both ways as well. You were Gally's safe place. Someone he didn't have to have ego with. He could deflate his chest and drop his shoulders when you two were together.
There had not been any declaration of romance though. It was a friendship with hunger dancing vividly between it. One time, after more moonshine than usual, and because Minho kept razing him, ‘You're never going to do it. You're never going to do it. You don't have it in you.’, Gally kissed you. It was rough and nervous. You didn't even have a chance to close your eyes. Once he pulled away, he looked sort of like a spooked rabbit and he jolted away sort of the same.
When he finally came back, you were putting dishes away with Frypan and acted like nothing happened so Gally followed suit. In the moment, it seemed easier.
Now you were half out of it and Gally finally had things he was desperate to tell you. He wanted the safety of your company. He wanted you to say everything would be fine. He kept pulling Jeff's arm back when he went to touch your chest, your shirt soaked and stuck to your skin. By the third time, despite Newt hissing for Gally to leave, Clint reached over and simply pressed both palms to your sternum.
“If you can't handle this, Gally, you need to go outside.” Again, Newt said. He eyed Zart and Thomas in case muscle would be required to remove the Builder.
“What happened?”
“We don't know.” The answer enraged Gally. His nostrils flared as he turned to glare at Thomas.
“I asked her to get water from the pond. She didn't come back after…some time…” Newt tried to explain to the best of his ability. “Thomas went to go and see what was going on and…”
“She was face down in the pond.” Thomas told him plainly, not with the same panic when he said it to Newt while pulling you from the water.
A fist bunched up at Gally's side and it was clear he intended it for Thomas's face, but Jeff interrupted the thought.
“She's got a pulse. She's breathing.”
“She needs mouth to mouth.” Thomas said though he wasn't sure how exactly he knew that.
“I'll do it.” With all the confidence in the world, he said. You were his girl after all. Luckily, he didn't catch the excitement in Zart's eyes at the prospect of putting his lips on yours.
Newt and Jeff stepped aside, making room for Gally to begin. Clint still had his hands on you, ready to do compressions. Gally ran a shaking hand over your head, dry fingers tangling themselves in wet locks. He blinked nervously and struggled to focus. It was as if the already crowded small space closed in on him. The other Gladers were saying his name, trying to bring him to reality, but it wasn't enough to pull him out.
“Gally. Now.” Clint shouted at him. Maybe, it was Thomas. All Gally could see was you.
Newt shoved him out of the way, tipped your head back, and began. His mouth sealing over yours.
Gally felt like he could vomit. He was consumed by his own failure and left the hut. What good was he to you? Biting hard on the inside of his cheeks, he took off to his workspace, barking at another Glader to get out of his way.
It took a few minutes of CPR though to everyone in the hut, it felt like an hour. Thomas nearly went to gather Gally right away, but Newt advised against it. He knew Gally. He needed time to sulk or cool down. You needed rest.
When supper was ready, Newt gave Gally a bowl and told him to take it to you. It was a task, not a suggestion. With his tail between his legs, Gally entered the medical hut where you were laying, looking bored, but finally dry.
“Free me. Newt says I have to stay here.” Sitting up, you reached both arms out and wiggled your fingers. There was some lightheadedness, but that was all. Newt was being overly cautious. “Hey, what's a lady got to do to get a hug around here? Drown?” Arms still wide open, you waited for his large body to fill the space.
“That's not funny.” Gally put the bowl down on a small table and scolded. “You could have…” Was he going to say it? Tell you how awful it would be to lose you? “It was really scary.” Living in the Glade, he was plenty familiar with the feeling of helplessness, but it hadn't paralyzed him like that before.
“Come be close. You're so far away.” It was like he was magnetized to the wall or something.
Curling your legs behind you, you made space for him on the bed. His body hit it like it was a sack of bricks. His arms hung between his knees, head dipping low. It wasn’t like Gally not to look at you, usually you caught him throughout the day stealing glances.
“Why won’t you look at me?”
Gally only shook his head.
“What happened? You’re being weird.”
An inhale from through his nose filled his stomach, large and ponderous.
“Gal -” You sat up to reach him, but his whole body away.
“I choked. I shucking choked.”
“What?”
“You needed help and I choked.”
Gally was standing now, holding his arms over his chest with a face crumpled up in agony.
“What are you talking about? I slipped. I went in because the water at the edge has so much algae and I hooked my boot onto a vine or something, I slipped -”
“No, you needed - I couldn’t -” Words had never been Gally’s strength. He spun around to try and find a way to explain himself that didn’t sound pathetic - weak. He spied the bowl of soup and picked it up again, this time handing it over. Maybe, it would be easier to talk if you were occupied by something else. “You needed mouth to mouth.”
“Don’t remind me.” Bringing the spoon up to your face, you pretended to grimace. While grateful to Newt and Clint, it was gross to think about.
“I choked.” Gally came back to where he had been sitting before. He came down softer this time, eying your bare feet and then pulling the blanket by your side over them. “I said I’d do it. You needed it and I…I froze.”
If not for the sound of laughter outside the hut, friends leaving dinner to wind down, it would have suddenly been silent between you both. Gally still looked perplexed and upset with himself and you had a mouth full of soup.
“Do you think I’m mad at you?” Brows lowered, you tried to figure out the problem.
“I’m mad at me! You needed one thing and I froze! I couldn’t do it!”
“Gally, don’t shout. I hate when you shout.” Closing your eyes, you offered him the bowl back so you could lay back down. “Come lay beside me, please.”
“There’s no room for me on there.”
You shuffled right against the woven edge of the bed, legs on top of one another. It gave Gally a smidge, enough room that only one of his legs would have to dangle off. If he was precise, he could mimic your pose and make room for his whole body. His body weight shifted the bed, but the warmth coming off it drew you in and you rolled into the other direction to face him.
“It's hard to know how you're going to handle something until you're in the middle of it sometimes…” He was listening, but he put two fingers on your neck, checking for a pulse - assuring himself. “Gally, I promise you're still the toughest person here. I won't tell anyone.” It helped that you couldn't remember. “I didn't tell anyone you kissed me.”
“Minho knows.”
“What?”
“Well, it was sort of a dare.”
“What?” Sitting up on one arm, your jaw unhinged.
“What?”
“You kissed me on a dare?”
“Well, I wanted to do it, but Minho kept saying -”
“It's all I've been able to think about. You kissing me, touching me, me touching you-”
“Whoa. What?”
“And it was a dare?”
Gally could feel heat radiating off your cheeks. He recognized the annoyed expression in your eyes because he had seen it directed at others. He wasn't sure if it had ever seemed this annoyed.
“Can we go back to what you said about touching?”
Angry eyes poked holes in his face as refused to give him the satisfaction.
“You kissed me on a dare.” You said as if you had food in your mouth just as Gally spoke to.
“I think about it all the time too!”
Quiet fell between you both with a thump. Your chest rose and fell noticeably due to labored breaths. You turned your back to Gally and hugged yourself at the beds edge, taking up just a sliver.
“Maybe, not all the time, but a lot. And all the time at night.” They weren't the kind of thoughts conducive to sleeping in a hammock. Gally had had to find spots elsewhere at night to deal with the fantasies that drifted into his mind whenever he settled in for the night. It was hard to let himself want something. The Glade wasn't designed for dreams or desires. Frypan had commented that Gally had a small bladder due to the amount of times he hopped out of his hammock at night and wandered away. Sometimes, he needed to satisfy himself, but other times, he walked around until he was too tired to think about anything and once he splashed pond water on his face. “I liked kissing you, but that felt stupid.”
“Why?”
Gally groaned. He did not want to open up. He did not want to embarrass himself.
“Because it's not like I was good at it and…” Eyes rolling at himself, he swiftly took in a breath to try and be brave. “And I know I'm an asshole.”
“You're not wrong.” Three words, all it took to damage Gally's pride. “You are an asshole.” He cracked a smile, but just barely. Your back was still to him. “It meant something to me and it was just a dare.”
Gally groaned, no patience for the frustration he was feeling. The curve of your body beside him did not help with how stupid he was currently feeling.
“It meant something to me too.” His large hands, weathered from constant work, spread across his face. It muffled his words, but not enough to make them inaudible. “I wanted to do it. I just didn't know how and then Minho…” None of this was helping. As he opened his fingers, he could see your profile. Eyes still hurt, mouth scowling. He sighed and shut up, reaching over to abrasively turn you around by the shoulder, making you face him. He kissed you and the nerves he felt were undetectable beneath the eagerness. It felt like need. Finishing a cup of water in one sip after a day of working in the heat. Draping your body in a blanket after getting caught in a downpour. Air after your lungs fill with water.
Since you didn't pull away, he pulled you in with both his hands running over your back. His left was sliding beneath the fabric and he realized this was a shirt that belonged to another Glader. Your clothes must have been hanging to dry elsewhere. First, Newt had his mouth on yours. Now some other guy's shirt was on your skin. He felt feral, a growl escaping his lips and his nails lightly dragged over your skin.
“Not a dare.” He said as you stopped in order to breathe. “Because I want to. Because I feel like it.” Gally was about to fall off the bed due to a lack of room, but he held onto you for dear life. This wasn't about comfort anyway. It felt necessary. It was what had been pulsating between you both for weeks, if not months. It seemed like Gally had finally decided going for it was more important than staying in the same place, a thought that Thomas would surely find comical. “You said something about touching me…” In a whisper, he reminded you before resuming what he had just been doing, lips clumsily opening yours. It felt natural when you swung a leg over his, pulling yourself on top of him.
Gally was flat on his back, the bed all his, and the view making his chest ache. You looked so beautiful, like you always did, only on top of him.
“Whose is this?” Bunching the fabric of your shirt up in a tight fit, he demanded to know.
“I don't know.” Still kissing him, you shrugged. He tugged on it again, like a rein. “Ben's or something.” A Glader who was no longer around. “Maybe Zart's. Probably Zart’s.” You accidentally bit Gally's bottom lip. It was not easy to kiss, talk, breathe, and think all at once. He liked it though. His hips knocked upward in approval. It felt like he had a stone in his pants and, curiously, you moved your hand down to find out for yourself earning another hip jolt from Gally.
He didn't want to tell you to take it off. He wanted to rip it from your body. It scared him how much self-control he was having to conjure up not to tug on it swiftly and throw it to the side.
He reached down, moaning, and moved your hand. It had felt like you were on the point of no return and, Gally was sure, one more touch of your hand would push you both over.
When you looked up, face as flushed as his, you saw that he was flustered. Gally's eyes were fluttering and his chest that could be seen from the open three buttons of his shirt was beet red. It had never been that shade when he was pushing guys around in The Circle or building under a merciless sun.
“This is crazy.” He said breathlessly. The whole day had not been what he expected.
You rolled off him and laid beside him, his hand loosening on your shirt in order to loosely drape his arm over you. A minute passed, maybe two, and you both blinked at one another again. Everything had changed in an instance and yet it felt normal like this is how you both were supposed to be spending your time. As Gally pulled you in a little closer, the stiffness in his pants unrelenting, you sat up to whisper right in his ear, “I dare you to take me to the woods.”
Girl omg I neeeeeed to see fav pics of Will! gimme the eye candy
Girl you have opened a can of worms you're not ready for! Enjoy the frankly stupid amount of photos of Will I have save on Pinterest lol
My favourite flavours of Will are bleach blonde Will and long hair Will but that may just be cause I love a mullet and a weird 80s punk vibe so much!!!!
I highly encourage everyone to reblog with your fav pics! I wanna see lol
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HELLO I JUST REALIZED THE 3 IN AO3 STANDS FOR THE THREE Os IN ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN I HAVE BEEN WONDERING WHY IT WAS CALLED AO3 IT DID NOT DAWN ON ME THAT THERE ARE 3 Os IN THE GOVERNMENT NAME I THOUGHT THEY JUST LIKED THE NUMBER 3
