Gally thinks she's just a friend. When Minho gives him the idea, he reconsiders his feelings for her...
Warnings: None
Every since she came up in the box, small, timid, alone. Gally has felt a bit protective of her. The way she looked up at him: scared, and afraid. He helped her out of the box, brining her into the light. And when she saw all the boys around her, she stepped closer to Gally. He never told anyone, but he loved it. He loved how you guys became close friends almost instantly. she only hung out with him for the first couple days, until she got used to the Glade. When she started to become closer with some of the other boys, he tried not to be jealous. He really did. he couldn't help himself. When shed choose to hang out with Newt or Minho, he would get a strange tug in his chest. He hated it. He watched you normally, not in a creepy way, he told himself, but in a protective way. When Thomas arrived in the box, Gally had watched the way you pitied him. And he hated the way you talked to him. He hated how Thomas and her had friends almost instantly. He hated Thomas because of it. Especially right now.
She is talking with Thomas and Newt. Thomas has his arm slung around her shoulder, and she is laughing at something he said. Thomas leans down, and whispers in her ear. Gally watches as her face lights up, and she laughs even more. Gally balls his hands into fists and he starts to walk over to her-
"Hey, man. You good?" Asks a familiar voice.
"Y-yeah. I'm fine." Gally says, turning around to face Minho.
Minho's eyebrow shoots up, "Really? Cause' you look like your about to beat the crap out of someone"
Galley's fist clench even harder. "I'm fine" He repeats.
"You sure? Cause-"
"I said I'm fine" Gally nearly shouts, gathering other Gladers attention.
"Geese, man. Calm down. I mean, id be that upset if some guys was acting like that," he motions towards Thomas," with a girl I like"
Galley's eyes widen, "I-I- where're just friends."
Minho gives him a look," Sure, man. Whatever you say.
Gally rolls his eyes, unclenches his fist, and turns around to see her walking towards him. She has her usual, bright smile on her face, which instantly calms him.
"Hey, Gally. You alright?" She asks, sweetly.
"Yeah, justâŠtired" He says, and gives her a little smile reserved for her only.
I like her as a friend. Just as a friend, Gally reminds himself. She's just a-
"Okay, good." She says, rubbing his arm.
MaybeâŠnot only as a friend.
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Description: When mysterious WICKED dust falls on them, strange feelings imerge.
Warnings: Discriptive, Slight Smut, MDI
"Let's just get in, and get out." Tomas says, walking down the hall.
"Yeah. I only want to be in here for as long as I have to." I says, following him.
He walks into a bright, white room, and she follows. After blowing up the last city, everyone thought it was a good idea to break into the abandoned WICKED facility, and search for any resources. Big, glass refrigerators line the walls. I feels drawn to one in particular. Unlike all the other glass enclosures, this one looks almost like its glowing inside. I walks up to it, a presses her hands to the glass.
"Tomas..." I say.
"Yeah? Find anything?" He inquires.
He walks towards me.
"What is it?" He asks.
"I don't know," I say, touching the handle," I have a weird feeling about it."
I starts to open the door.
"Y/n.."
Poof. The door opens. Immediately, tiny gold sparkles fall over us. I feel mesmerized by the falling dust. Breathing in deeply, I turn to Tomas.
"What was-"
"Ready to go?" Calls another voice.
Gally had also accompanied us on the search. Nodding, we all walked out of the room.
"Find anything interesting?" asked Gally.
"No," said Tomas, "You?"
"Nah," Gally replied.
Feeling disappointed by our lack of supplies gathered, the boys and I returned to the Safe Haven.
On the way home, I started to feel a weird, tingling sensation all over my body. I kept walking, sure that it would go away. But it didn't. the feeling grew, coursing through my body. The moved lower and lower, until it stopped. In my core. The dust.
"You okay?" Asked Gally.
"I'm fine, just tired." I said, and he nodded.
I looked of to Tomas, to see if he was as affected as I was, and clearly he was. Jaw locked tight, stern expression, barely talking (which is very unlike him).
We arrived home, and I immediately went to my sleeping area.
"Hey...can we talk?" I turn around, startled by the voice. Now standing face to face with Tomas, the tingling grows.
"Y-yeah...what about?"
He scoffs, "Tell me you don't feel...this"
I look at the floor, unsure what to say...or do.
"I don't know what that dust was, but something is wrong with me. It did something to me. Makes me feel..."
"What? makes you feel what?" I press.
When he doesnt answer, my eyes look down, to see the obvious tent in his pants.
"Me too." I say, still refusing to make eye contact.
"It's okay, I'll help you." He says. Even though he means get me help, I can't help the wetness that gathers on my panties.
He starts pacing, probubly feeling the intesisty of the feeling as well.
"I don't know what to do....I want it to go away." I say
"I-i know, me too."
"Should we go see the med jacks?" I suggest.
"No. For all we know, that dust is still on our clothes. We can't risk contaminating other people."
"So we stay here?"
"Yes. For now."
I nod my agreement and start pacing my self. I can feel the throb of my clit. The ache to touch myself, or be touched by someone else.
"Shit" I hear Tomas curse under his breathe.
I lay on my bed, looking at the ceiling. I decide to distract my self. Maybe that will work. I picture the beach. The water. my friends. Tomas. Nope, don't think about him. The feeling grows. Maybe...I can just tocuh myself a little bit, and it will go away.
I pull the covers over myself, and slide my hand into my pants. I stroke myself through my underwear. I look at Tomas, who is staring out the window. I move my panties aside, and when my fingers touch my heat i gasp, drawing the attention from Tomas.
the way he looks at me, raw and needy, makes me whimper. He starts waling towards me, and I continue to rub my clit.
"Thomas.." I whisper, or whimper, im not sure.
He groans in response, sitting on the bed beside me. I speed up my motions. He looks down, eyes glued to the blanket, like he can see though it and knows exactly what im doing. When I think my orgasm is building, is goes away again.
"Want some help?"
"Hell yes, please." I say.
There is no hesitation when he removes the covers. In a blink, my shorts, and my panties are gone, and my fingers are replaced by his.
He circles my clit, slow at first, then gradually increases speed. I moan, and he grunts.
"G-good. Don't stop." I whine.
"It's okay, let me take care of you." he says, and i do.
It's all a blur, my release. Then, his. We went 3 rounds and each of us got what we wanted.
I wake up to the sun in my eyes. I hear deep, heavy breaths beside me. Thomas. I look over to see him peacefully sleeping. I kiss his forehead, then realize that part of my arousal yesterday was because of him. It was never 100% the mystery dust.
Description: When a Glader gets a little too bold, Minho steps in.
Warnings: suggestive, (let me know if I missed something)
The Glade was wrapped in a rare hush. The crackle of the bonfire whispered through the trees, distant and soft. Shadows stretched long across the grass, and though the stars glittered above in a peaceful tapestry, something about the night felt... off.
I paused mid-step, suddenly hyperaware. That electric prickle at the back of my neckâsomeone was watching me. I glanced back. The others were all huddled by the fire, laughing, loud, carefree. No eyes on me. No reason to worry. You're being dramatic, I told myself, brushing the feeling off and slipping deeper into the forest.
The deeper I went, the tighter my chest felt. The soft crunch of pine needles beneath my boots echoed in the eerie quiet. Thenâsnap. A branch fractured behind me.
âWho's there?â My voice pierced the silence, sharper than I meant. I spun around, eyes darting through the trees. Nothing. Just the forest, looming and mute.
Itâs nothing, I tried to convince myself. Just wind. A squirrel. Calm doâ
âWhere ya goinâ, Y/N?â A low, gravel-edged voice sliced through the stillness.
I turned fast. Sam emerged from the shadows, his runner uniform streaked with maze grime, gaze heavy with something unreadable.
âIâm just... taking a walk,â I replied, inching away. But he followed, matching each step.
âYou sure itâs safe? Being the only girl here, you could use a little... protection.â His lips curled in a crooked smirk.
âWhat do you mean?â I asked, pulse quickening.
âIâm saying, things happen in the woods. Accidents. Scary stuff.â His voice dropped lower, and suddenly he was too closeâcrowding me until my back found a tree.
âSam, youâre scaring me.â I tried to keep steady, but my voice cracked, betraying me.
âThereâs nothing to be scared of,â he murmured, fingers trailing along my cheek in a gesture meant to be gentleâbut it wasnât. âI justââ
âKnock it off!â I snapped, louder this time, my voice trembling beneath the defiance.
âIf you just let meââ
âStep away from her.â Another voice, firm and cutting through the dark like a blade.
Minho. He stood a few feet away, stance tense, eyes locked on Sam.
âMinho, buddy, we were justââ
âI know exactly what you were doing. She asked you to stop. You didnât.â Minho stepped closer, voice steely. âSo hereâs whatâs going to happen. You back off now, or I have a chat with Albyâreal casual. Your choice.â
Sam hesitated, jaw clenched. Then he scoffed, tossed me a wink that made my skin crawl, and slinked off without another word.
The moment he was gone, I inhaledâreally inhaledâfor the first time in what felt like hours.
âYou okay, Y/N?â Minho's voice was soft now, concerned, as he approached.
âYeah. Just a little shaken.â
âWell, donât let that shuck face get to you. He wonât bother you againâIâll make sure of it.â
I smiled weakly. âThanks, Minho.â
âAnytime. Now letâs get you back to the bonfire.â
The glow from the campfire grew brighter as we stepped out of the forest's shadow. Laughter rippled through the Gladers huddled around the flames, their faces aglow with firelight and the comfort of routineâlike the scare in the woods hadn't just happened.
Minho didnât say anything as we approached, but he stayed close, like a silent shield. I was grateful for it.
âY/N!â Newt waved us over, a grin stretched across his soot-smudged face. âThought we lost you to the bloody trees.â
âI thought she got eaten by a Griever,â Frypan chimed in, tossing me a chunk of bread. I caught it, barely, and cracked a smile.
âNot tonight,â I said, settling onto a log near the edge of the fire. The warmth seeped into my skin instantly, and I let myself exhale.
Minho sat beside me, legs stretched, gaze scanning the group. âSheâs tougher than a Griever, anyway,â he muttered loud enough for the others to hear.
A few of the boys chuckled. Even Alby gave me a nod of quiet approval from across the fire.
Someone started playing that tinny makeshift drum Frypan had rigged out of a pot, and soon the rhythm gave way to storiesâwild ones, half-truths and legends about the maze. The fear from earlier faded into embers, tucked away for another time.
And though the fire danced and the night thickened around us, I felt safe.
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