#gally

[bigmsaxon]

Battle Angel

[unkindnessesofone]

Far as Forever [Gally x Reader]

Pairing: Gally x Reader. Words: 3k. Disclaimer: This gets smutty. Real smutty. The characters are 18+ as are those reading it. P in V, the whole banana split. Notes: I have an idea for a prequel and/or sequel, would love to know if that's something anyone would be interested in. Thanks!

“Did your friends find what they were looking for?” Gally had just ducked down to slip under the curtain when you asked. You hadn't needed to look up, the sound of Gally's footsteps was as familiar to you as cars backfiring and people yelling. 

Gally mumbled something that resembled a ‘yeah’ before stretching his arms out in front of him. He sat down on a trunk and started to pull off his boots and then his socks, noticing you were stitching up a hole in a black  jacket. He knew it belonged to someone else in the Red Arm by the style of it. 

“You okay?” You weren't staring, but you could see that Gally had a lot on his mind. That wasn't unusual for either of you, but this was different. There was something more melancholy about his tension since others from his Glade showed up. 

Gally tied the waistband of his sweatpants tighter before crawling over the blankets to lay beside you. He preferred the ground to the hammock sometimes. You had padded it with enough blankets that it was cozy even on the worst nights. 

“Hey, can you stop that for a second?” He reached over and gently pushed the jacket down, your hands following suit. It took a second to put your needle and thread down, but you gave Gally your full attention. “Things are going to get hectic fast.” He was warning you as if you hadn't grown up on this side of the wall amongst crime and strife. What was he warning you for? Did he forget that it was you who had helped nurse him back to health after Lawrence saved him? How many more times did he have to assist as you popped someone's dislocated limb back in place?

He put a hand on your stomach, a ratty throw keeping his touch from your skin. He looked serious, like the first time he walked you home as if it was an assigned job or something. You had continuously tried to lighten the mood and ask questions, but Gally was no nonsense. It took a long time to crack through his intense exterior. 

“There's really only one opportunity to get to Minho which means only one shot to get into their headquarters all together.” As Gally explained, you scratched lightly at the crown of his head, moving toward the nape of his neck. You felt a stitch and then another, all of them more precise and clean than what you could do with the crummy supplies the Red Arm had. 

Tightly, your brows frowned over your eyes as you grazed the spot and looked to Gally for answers.

“We got our chips taken out. WICKED can't detect me now.” The actual procedure had stung, but Gally did feel good. It was as close to freedom as he had ever known. Nobody owned him anymore. “We put together a plan. Tomorrow night. We're infiltrating WICKED.”

“What's the plan?” Eagerly, you sat up even taller, ready to listen. 

“You're going to leave in the afternoon. Before I go.” It wasn't at all what you thought he was going to say and it showed. “Red Arm is going to destroy the wall, but you'll be on your way by then. There's some sort of safe place…you're going to go in one of the vans with some of the others and drive to a checkpoint where there will be - ”

“No.” Maybe you sounded like a child, but you didn't care.

“I'm going to meet you in a safe place."

“Gally, no. I'm going with you. Taking on Wicked by yourself is suicide.”

“I won't be by myself. We have a plan. I'm going with Thomas, and Newt, and Fry, and…” He almost forgot her name. “Brenda.”

“And me.”

“Absolutely not. I don't want you anywhere near the building. You're going to be at least 100 miles West before I'm on the other side of the wall.”

“What if someone is injured? I always stay in case someone is hurt.” Long before you were an ally of the Red Arm, this had been your job. A naturopath mother and fighter for a father had made you something of a valuable resource to Lawrence and crew. 

“No, ______, you're not listening to me.” He squeezed your hand, willing you to focus. 

“No, I'm not because I am not going to just leave while you play vigilante in a building where everyone is heavily armed and wants you dead.”

“I will throw you in one of the vans myself, ________.” He meant it too. His tone didn't give him away, you just knew. Gally would throw you over his shoulder as if you were made of feathers and then buckle you up tightly in one of the windowless vans without a second thought if he had to.

In an effort to compose himself, Gally dropped his head and took a deep breath. 

“When do you know me to not fight like Hell, huh?” He was on death's doorstep when you first met him, but he had pushed himself to recover and become stronger. Still, this was WICKED. It was walking straight into the lion's mouth dressed in a meat suit. “I am going to do everything I can to make sure I get to you, okay?” Gally squinted, trying to see if he could make out any of your thoughts. “I won't be able to think straight if you're with me. I need to be sure you're safe.”

“I need to be sure you're safe.” You hadn't met any of the Gladers he took off with today. They were just names from stories Gally told you late at night when there was too much unrest in the city to fall asleep. He never referred to them as his “friends”. In fact, he had said they despised him. Thomas was the reason Gally currently had a red mark on his face. 

His hand reached for your furthest hip and he pulled you up as close as you could be to him without becoming one, “Babe, this is what we have been working toward. If you want help, and I know you do, you pack up tomorrow morning, get in a van, get to the Berg, and wait for me in the safe place.” He poked his finger into your chest, driving home his point. 

Your teeth were biting down on your gums in an effort to prevent yourself from getting too upset, but it was futile when you felt a storm of concern swirling inside yourself. Gally's voice may have been pleading, but his face was serious. There was no wiggle room. 

Gally nodded to the wall nearest to you, his backpack slumped in the corner by a couple books, the light source, and a couple metal water bottles.

“Pass me that.”

You did as he asked, but not without a childish scowl that made him scoff with amusement. Gally riffled with both hands in the sack before pulling out a pocket-sized knife. In the hard oak handle was an irregular uppercase ‘G’. Gally showed you the blade, your reflection muddy in its side, but he quickly closed it into itself when your finger went to touch the tip. 

“I sharpened it a couple days ago. It's the first tool I had in the Glade. I want you to take it.” When you didn't immediately do so, he carefully put it in your palm and wrapped your fingers around it. It was a piece of him. 

“Gally, you love this knife.” How many nights had you woken up in the middle of the night to him beside you, opening and shutting the blade? He couldn't sleep. Too much guilt.

“And you're going to give it back to me when we see each other.” It was a promise, cemented with a confident nod. “But you use it tomorrow if you need to. You remember how to throw a left hook?” Once Gally had recovered, he had wanted to find a way to thank you and prove that he wasn't some helpless shank with one lung. His solution was to show you how to punch. You could help fix up a broken nose and clean out most infections, but he saw that all you had to protect you in the streets was luck and wits.  

Gally held up a palm for you to push your fist into. He waited, but instead, you leaned in and kissed him with the same strength he wanted to feel in the punch. The type of kiss that was reserved for goodbyes. Gally reciprocated, bringing his open palm to your back side and sealing your chests together. While he was not going to say ‘goodbye’, he was willing to admit tonight was different. He hadn't told you how scared he was, how uncertain he was about Thomas's plan, how he didn't trust Teresa, how after all these years it was almost impossible to be hopeful.

Gally was able to maneuver you onto your back. A blanket still between you both. He laced his fingers with yours and held on dear life, the folded knife between both your palms. He was careful with his body weight, but his free hand was gripping its way around your body as he was gathering pieces of you to take for himself. If this was the last time you two could be together, it had to be unforgettable.

Gally took a breath, but you didn't want a second apart. Your mouth moved right to his jawline and then his ear, your teeth against it releasing a low purr that shook off his bottom lip. You moved to his neck, intent on leaving a mark, and moving down to the scar on his chest. You threw the knife over to your items, freeing both hands to feel his body, nails digging into his stomach lightly. 

“You think I'm not going to fight my ass off so I can have more of this?” Rhetorically, Gally asked on his knees with his head back and eyes closed. He tried to put his fingers into your hair, but you palmed the growing firmness under his sweatpants and his fingers trembled. It didn't matter how long he had been out of the maze, he was still putty when it came to pleasure. 

With both hands, you helped him out of his pants and he sprung to life, barely missing the tip of your nose. Gally had never been able to devour you while you had him in his mouth. It felt too good and he couldn't concentrate, but if tonight was the last time, he wanted everything. Wicked would have to burn the city down in order to clear out the stench of sex from this tent when you two were finished. 

“Up. Up.” He whispered and coaxed your head up from what you were about to do. “On my face. Go down on me while you're on my face, beautiful.” 

The main square of the last city had nothing on your pretty face. Gally had always thought that. He pulled his pants off the rest of the way and laid down, licking his lips in anticipation. 

The t-shirt you always wore to sleep bunched up around your hips as you lowered yourself on Gally's face, his satisfied hum muffled by your warmth. Eyes closed, he kissed you as if it was your mouth, pulling on the lips with his own before inviting his tongue to venture in. Large hands on each of your hips, he rocked you slowly back and forth over his face while his thumbs pressed into your plush ass. 

Slowly, you moved down and slid his length into your mouth. Gally was not difficult to please. He had always thoroughly enjoyed what you did to him, hollowing out your cheeks after sucking only the tip at the first, making just enough room for him. You could hear and feel him moaning between your thighs. It was a shame that he would be risking his life at WICKED headquarters tomorrow because this was his preferred way to die. 

Gally was slowing down and reaching around to try and use his thumb to massage circles around your clit, the delicate bundle of nerves you had taught him to make you cum with. Gally had had no idea to be with a woman when your relationship evolved. He was eager, but terrified to touch you. There was no blueprint. You had laid out in front of him in soft darkness and touched yourself. He felt he was going to blackout, but somehow he managed to stay conscious and study what your fingers were doing and how it caused small, sweet sounds to sneak out of you. 

Releasing his cock, you sat up with a gasp. It only encouraged Gally to curk his tounge in deeper and rub harder. His cock slapped his chest loudly thanks to all your saliva. Gally grinned into your pussy. It was heavenly to feel you melt in his mouth, whimpering as you came undone. He had come a long way from the guy who didn't know where to put his hands or how to kiss.

Sitting up, Gally helped turn you around. His mouth smashed against yours, impatiently and sloppily showing you just how in love he was, how much this connection meant to him. His thumb returned to your pussy, feeling it twitch from cumming moments ago.

“You don't want to cum in my mouth?” You thought that was his favorite.

“What do you think I'm going to do first thing in the morning?” He smirked and started to lift up your shirt. Instinctively, you reached for the lamp on the floor, but Gally shook his head. “Not allowed. I want to see every inch of you.” 

You pulled your shirt overhead and watched as he took a mental photo, framing you in his eyes and holding onto the image. It occurred to him that he did not deserve this, but you rolled your hips against his groin and he refocused. 

“It makes me feel so good…how needy you are.” He mused and kissed you again, hands sliding together up your back to easily lay you down and put himself on top. “I never need to make you beg. My girl...” Gally cooed as he ran his hands from your back to your sides and down to your hips until he was gripping each thigh, pushing his thumbs in, and opening your legs. “You think I'm going to leave you when you need me this much?” Gally's kiss was softer this time, at least until he moved lower and put your nipple between his teeth, nipping at them, and then growling as he became rougher. His cock throbbed as he gave each one attention before reaching for himself and sliding himself inside your wet mess. The two of you whined together. Instinctively, you lifted your legs over his shoulders. He kissed one ankle before holding onto it as he bucked his hips into you. He didn't need any help balancing, your pussy was squeezing him so tightly that he knew he wouldn't slip out. He could move recklessly and focus purely on your bodies combined. 

“You're so beautiful.” Eyes opening, you told him truthfully. As your hand found his free one still on the ground, holding it tightly like you were both in this together, promising to be his and for him to be yours. Gally squeezed his eyes shut and thrust harder, grunting through his nose. 

“I want to make you cum again.” He manage to say while panting, his face turning pink along with his chest. “Please, let me feel it. You feel so good.”

Legs slipped from his shoulder and Gally helped up to your knees. There was zero space between your bodies, just friction and sweat. You were grabbing him, over his shoulder, one hand in his hair. A leg wrapped around his waist and using his pelvic bone to get you off along with his relentless strokes. 

“I love you, Gally.” In his ear, mouth hanging open, you said. He had never heard the words before, at least not that he had any memory of. It felt so good that it hurt and he had to swallow around the way it stung. He clung to you, a hand grabbing the leg around him and other to your neck. He felt you cumming, a sudden pulse around his cock, while your nose scrunched up and forehead pressed against his. Gally had grand illusions of going for round after round until neither of you had anything, but gasps left. He let himself go though, unable to hold back. He mumbled a string of inaudible curses as he came inside you and panted against your bare skin. 

Pushing aside hair stuck to your face, you watched Gally pull out of you and carefully move around for some kind of cloth and settling on ripping a piece of bandage off the roll. He cleaned himself and you lazily rolled over to shut off the light. It only occurred to you now that anyone who had walked by would have seen a provocative silhouette of the two of you. Gally shrugged when you said so. Usually he was private and possessive, but he didn't care right now. This could be his last day on Earth after all. He didn't care that he had cum deep inside of you either. When he first joined the Red Arm, the other rebels gave him all kinds of “brotherly” advice namely “don't unload in the girls - even the professionals”. This was no place for a child or more responsibility. It had felt so natural and also otherworldly at the same time. He closed his eyes once he was under the covers, accepting you under his arm when you rolled in and used his chest as a pillow. 

“I love you, too.” He finally said it back as you listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat start to return to normal and he wasn't taking such laboured breaths. His deep voice didn't show any signs of doubt, just like it when he said he would meet you in the safe place.

[ghost-writing-now]

Emergency

Pairing: Gally x fem!reader

Summary: The Glade is ready for almost any emergency. ALMOST. The group of boys are at an absolute loss when you throw a new issue their way.

A/N: (Sorry for the cringe summary). I love writing for maze runner so keep nay request coming. This is a pre-thomas fic, just to set the scene. This is based off a head canons request I responded to a bit ago - this is the actual fic I was talking about :)

In case you haven't read that, this fic does involve getting your period, so if that is a touchy or uncomfortable subject I would skip out on this one.

Credits for borders

Life in the galde was odd.

It certainly wasn't good; it was hard to call being stuck in the middle of a dangerous maze good in any sense, but a nice community had been built in the glade. The shared experience of being stuck had built a strong sense of friendship between the gladers.

You had thrown a bit of a curveball when you first arrived. The group of boys wasn't sure if they should celebrate the first girl of the glade or awkwardly stand around avoiding eye contact with you. You ended up getting an odd mix of both for the first week you were there.

As time went by, your place in the glade began to solidify. You were let into the community and finally felt like everyone was accepting of you.

“You’re doing it wrong.”

Well, not everybody.

You turned around to see Gally glaring down at you. You're eyes widened as you awkwardly looked between him and the garden bed. You wanted to apologize for your mistake, but looking at your work, you couldn't work out what part you had messed up.

“I am?” You finally asked, instantly cursing yourself for the reaction. Gally was an intimidating guy who you suspected didn't take well to back talk. It wasn't just the fact that he looked like he could beat the shit out of you without breaking a sweat, but because you were yet to smile in the 4 weeks you had been there.

In fact, you had yet to see him produce any emotion except mild annoyance, annoyance, and extreme annoyance. You had been hoping that, in helping the builders with some work, you might get into his good books.

“If you do it like that, it’s all going to fall apart.”

"Really, cause it looks pretty sturdy to me." You needed to learn how to shut up. You didn't even have much pride in your work; you had spent half the day trying to avoid doing this task. There was just a part of you that wanted to prove yourself as useful to Gally, though right now all you were doing was proving yourself to be annoying.

He took a step forward, and you instinctively flinched. Gally rolled his eyes, instead placing his foot lightly on the garden bed you had been building. In a matter of seconds, the whole thing fell apart.

Gally turned to you smuggly, before holding out his hand expecting the hammer ot be returned to him. Looking up at him, you held onto it a little tighter. “Well, wouldn't it be better if you just taught me how to do it correctly?”

You thought it had been a nice suggestion. It meant you would know how to do more building, and it could be a bonding experience for the two of you. The harsh stare Gally gave you killed any hope of that happening.

You sighed, holding out the hammer reluctantly, which he instantly took. You felt useless as Gally turned around, getting straight into fixing your…pile of wood.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, you’re not needed here.”

Gally didn't even turn around to tell you that. You slumped back to the centre of the glade, where Minho and Newt had been watching the interaction.

“He hates me,” You exclaimed as you reached them, and Newt patted you on the back. “He doesn't hate you.”

“He does”

“No, he acts like that to everyone, especially the greenies,”

You groaned, stomping your feet lightly. Maybe it was childish, but you really felt Gally was the last person you needed to connect with to become a true glader. “Well, I want to make him stop.”

Minho snorted. “Well, if you work out the secret, let me know. I’ve been in here with this shank for years, and he still treats me like klunk.”

Newt nudged Minho, as your frown somehow got deeper. Clearly, his response wasn't helping.

“Don’t listen to him” Newt insisted. “He’ll come around eventually.”

You wanted to believe Newt’s words, you really did. But watching Gally as he grumpily redid your work, that future seemed impossible.

---

Newt had been hoping for a calm, nice morning.

That was almost impossible in the glade, but he was at least hoping for a peaceful breakfast before all the chaos of the day began. Luck was not on Newt's side.

He had barely gotten to sit down with his breakfast when he heard the sound of shouting from the builders' area. It wasn't uncommon to hear shouting from that area. Gally liked to be harsh on his workers. But this shouting was different: it was louder and had a tone of real fear within it.

Newt and the other gladers had rushed over to follow the noise, though Newt had been slower due to his limp. By the time he got to the source, a large crowd of half-awake gladers had already formed.

“Which one of you did this?” Gally yelled, glaring at the group of boys. Some laughed, others looked horrified.

“Gally,” Your quiet voice spoke up, trying to get the boy's attention, but the boy didn't hear. He was in too much of a rage. “Seriously, which one of you slintheads?”

Gally looked like he might actually murder someone. Newt had assumed it was some sort of builder breakdown, but he froze when he noticed the blood on your pants.

“What’s going on?”

The crowd despised as Alby came storming through. If the group weren't going to take Gally seriously, they would at least follow Alby's order. He looked to Newt for some context to the situation, but the blonde gave him no reaction, still looking at your pants. Alby followed his gaze, landing on your pants too.

Noticing the stares from both the leaders, you quickly shook your head, trying to hide the stain. “I’m fine,” You quickly spoke, and Gally glared at you. “You’re obviously not fine. Just tell me who did it.”

"No one did anything, I’m not like…stabbed.” You insisted, though Gally looked frustrated still. You had been so insistent that you were alright, which only raised his suspicions about the other boys in the glade. Had one of them threatened you to stay quiet?

“What…we…get her to the med bay?” Alby quickly spoke, his voice filled with a lot more concern than rage. If the leader didn't have the same suspicions as Gally, the builder looked relieved that someone finally agreed with him.

“I’m fine, honest, I just need to be cleaned up.” The group looked at you like you were crazy.

“Does this happen often?” Newt asked, half as a joke, half as a serious question. You paused, the silence causing a sea of comments and concern from the group.

"Who the hell is threatening you all the time?"

"If it's not one of us, does that mean she's dying?"

"How much blood loss is too much? I mean, she doesn't seem weak."

You waved your hands around, trying desperately to stop the chaos and confusion of the men around you. You honestly felt perfectly fine; you just wanted all the attention to go away.

"Slim it and let her speak," Newt finally shouted, getting the crowd to slowly but surely bring their attention back to your words. You and Alby both sent him a grateful nod, which he returned awkwardly. He was equally as freaked out at the others, but knew that chaos would do nothing to help.

You took a deep breath, turning back to the group. “Well…I’ve lost my memory, obviously. But I just… I know this has happened before.” You reminded them, your eyes scrunching as if you were trying to unlock the memory. “It doesn't feel scary or weird to me. It feels normal. Like it's meant to happen”

Unfortunately, your words did nothing to help the group's concern, as murmurs began to rise again. Your statement seemed like fantastic rambling over true facts. Gally quickly moved to you, inspecting your face. “She’s clearly lost a lot of blood, and she’s gone delusional. We have to get her to the med bay,” He ordered, though Albly stopped him.

"If she says she’s alright, shouldn't we believe her?” Alby had seen you stressed before, and you clearly weren't in any form of it. You truly just seemed calm with the situation.

Gally looked almost offended by the suggestion. “Not if it’s going to get her killed.”

“I'm not dying,” you insisted, and Gally looked back at you. “Well, are you in pain?” You paused, thinking over the words. “I mean..kind of”

That turned the group's murmurs into a flurry of gasps and loud comments. The most surprising action was the fact that Gally instantly clamped onto your hand. “We’re taking you to the med bay.”

“No, I’m fine, you don't-”

Gally didn't even let you finish, as he picked you up, slinging you over his shoulder. Despite your protests, he carried you over to the med bay. Maybe it was an overaction, and you truly were telling the truth, but Gally wasn't going to risk that.

He was going to make sure you were alright. 

---

You lay in your bed, tossing around as you attempted to find just the right spot. Your curtains were drawn, and all you wanted was to fall back asleep, but it was all too uncomfortable.

You sighed when you heard a knock at your door, knowing any form of drifting off you had managed had all disappeared.

“Come in,” You called, pulling yourself up and resting on your elbows. The door crept open, revealing the group of keepers. Seeing you in bed, they slowly walked in, all giving you awkward smiles. Except for Gally, who still kept his hardened face.

You didn't miss the way his eyes gazed over you, like he was checking for any injuries.

“Hey, how are you going?” Newt asked softly, and you groaned in response. Alby sighed, trying his best to look more sympathetic than uncomfortable. “Look, I know you’re probably embarrassed-”

“Embarrassed?” Gally scoffed. “She has nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Well-” Winston started, and Gally glared at him, instantly shutting the boy up.

“Look, I’m just being sensitive to the situation,” Alby half-whispered, though you could clearly hear his comment to Gally.

“Sensitive about what?” Gally pushed, and Alby looked to the ground. None of them really wanted to say it out loud.

“Sensitve that she’s bleeding out of her vagina.” Minho didn't seem to have an issue, as he blurted out the statement before turning to you, “That’s true, right? They’re not just messing with me,” He had been the only one not there during the incident and was still struggling to wrap his head around the whole situation.

After being taken to the med-jacks, Clint and Jeff assessed the situation. From the information they had gotten in past supply drops, they in fact determined you were just on your 'period', a perfectly natural occurrence for women. You had been happy to hear, and after receiving some advice from the pair, you were sent back to your room to get some rest.

You took the news a lot better than the rest of the glade.

Alby knew that the others would question what would happen, and Clint seemed concerned by the lack of understanding of basic human biology everyone had, so a meeting was held to explain the situation. It had been an eye-opening and awkward meeting, especially for the runner who had been out in the maze while everything took place.

But at least now everyone had an understanding of what was happening to you each month.

“Minho, we explicitly agreed we wouldn't say that,” Newt yelled, leading to bickering among the group.

“Slim it!” You yelled, catching their attention. It seems your tiredness had completely changed your quiet attitude from before, and Gally couldn't help but give a small, proud smirk. “Gally’s right, I’m not embarrassed. I do feel like an absolute klunk, though, so please either tell me something useful or leave.”

Gally's smirk turned into a full-fledged grin on his face, clearly happy to be told he’s right. Newy cleared his throat, nudging Alby to continue. “Right, so we made you some food and we got some medical supplies for you and….” he trailed off a bit, seeming a bit flustered by everything.

“Did Clint give you the same talk they did to me?” You ask curiously, and Alby nods. You were surprised by the still awkward reactions from the group. “Well then, you know what’s going on. It’s not a big deal.”

Despite your words, the boys still looked at you like you were a ghost. It was like they assumed you were lying, or just putting on a brave face. They were at a loss for words.

“Alright, you shanks, you heard her, she’s alright. Stop being so dramatic,” Gally ordered. Winston raised an eyebrow, ready to challenge the builder's comments. “You were the one flaying around, acting like she was dying earlier.”

Gally glared, and Winston, who instantly shuddered at the attention. What he said was absolutely right, but Gally wasn't willing to admit that.

“Alright, everyone out!!” Gally ordered, rounding up the group and pushing them out. You couldn't help but giggle a bit, watching the shocked expressions of the other leaders.

“But I was explaining-”

“You were bumbling,” Gally interrupted ALby, rolling his eyes at their leader. “I'll explain everything to her. It'll be a lot quicker without you and your ranting and beating around the bush."

There were protests from the others, and even Minho questioning if you were gonna die, but Gally ignored all of them. As much as you loved the others, you had to admit you were happy to have them gone.

Gally turned to face you, suddenly realizing he was in a room alone. You smiled, and he cleared his throat, moving the basket to your bed. Despite his own wave of sudden awkwardness, he was much better at composing himself than the others.

“Most of the stuff is pretty self-explanatory. Clint left any pamphlets for the medical stuff, Frypan made the sweets, and Newt gave you some rocks for a game or something.” You smiled, knowing that Newt was always trying to come up with new ways to kill time since his injury.

“Thanks,” You spoke softly, and Gally nodded, his eyes not fully meeting yours as he continued. “We’ve agreed that if this is happening every month, you can take the time off then.”

You looked at him, surprised. “Wow, what did Newt have to bribe you with to make that happen?” You joked, but Gally shrugged. “I..I actually suggested that” You looked at him, surprised, your face morphing from a joking smile to a genuine one.

It was like seeing Gally in a new light. “He glanced up, a sudden blush on his face as he noticed your stare. This is exactly why he hated making eye contact with you; it was hard enough having you around. “You know, can;t have you dragging us down,” He quickly commented, hoping the joke would get you to frustratingly kick him out.

Instead, you just snorted, this being the first time Gally had made a joke you actually found funny. Your laugh caused Gally to smile, his mind suddenly shifting. Maybe staying with you wouldn't be so bad.

He wasn't a man of emotion. As soon as he felt a flutter in his chest when you first arrived, he vowed to avoid that feeling ever again. Which meant avoiding you. But sitting on this bed, having a quiet moment with you, he was starting to reconsider his choice.

The feeling was actually quite pleasant.

"Thank you, Gally, I really appreciate this.”

The boy nodded, deciding to finally keep proper eye contact with you. “It’s alright. Sorry for freaking out earlier.”

You shruigged. “I was actually going to thank you for that, too."

Gally's eyes widened in surprise. With all the klunk he had gotten from the other guys for it, he assumed you would be freaked out by his reaction.. “It’s nice to see that you care,” You admitted.

If only you released how much he cared.

Gally broke eye contact, the now decided pleasant feeling becoming too overwhelming. “I-I’ll leave you to rest,” He quickly spoke, noticing how your eyes had been fluttering closed a few times throughout the conversation.

You smiled, leaning forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek, before lying back down. Maybe it was just from your tiredness, or maybe it was from seeing this side of Gally, but you had become a lot bolder with your attempts to become 'closer' to the boy.

Part of Gally wanted to stay, lie down with you, but his embarrassment caused him to get up rigidly, giving you one last nod.

You giggled as you watched, snuggling into bed happily. It was nice to know Gally didn't hate you.

On the other side of the door, Gally held his back to the wall.

He was releasing how much he didn't hate you.

In fact, he now had to face the fact that he liked you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

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ogiaru ~ ʚ gaLLy ɞ

[hufflepuffsthunderdome]

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

[iwanttobecalledjuliette]

🌱 tmr - the maze runner (dating gally headcanons.)

authors note: hey! if you’re here looking for smut, please continue scrolling! i prefer not to write sexual scenes and instead prefer on domestic headcannons.

description: out of all the boys in the glade, gally somehow piqued your interest.

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even though you guys are dating, you constantly bicker and fight.

gally: “can you hold the hammer correctly?”

reader: “can you just shut up?”

you prefer to keep your relationship private, pda isn’t your thing. sometimes you’ll brush hands while walking next to each other or he’ll quickly tug on your hair when he walks past you. keeping your relationship private also saves you both from the relentless teasing by the other gladers.

he’s not a very intimate guy. remember, he’s 15. romantic tendencies include holding hands and barely kissing. we’re talking pecks on the cheeks, forehead, and sometimes lips. he’s too nervous to go any further.

he’s more of a dominant boy. expect more protecting than intimacy.

if you’re a med-jack, he’ll purposely fake an injury just to see you throughout the day and it’s so painfully obvious.

reader: “this is the third time you’ve walked in here today.”

gally: “what? my ankle pain keeps coming back.”

reader: “that’s not the same ankle as last time.”

gally: “oh. right.”

he gets jealous easily, doesn’t matter what the scenario is.

reader: “hey can someone help me carry these vegetables to the kitchen so frypan can cook them?”

minho: “yeah here, let me help yo-“

gally: (side-shoves minho out of the way) “yeah i got you.”

his favorite thing is back scratches. once he got sunburned so bad that his back was peeling, and he still asked for that scratch. he LOVES your back scratches.

you give him your leftovers, most the time it’s a thin slice of bread or vegetables. the other boys hate it, gally loves it.

winston: “are you shucking kidding me? he gets extra food?”

gally: “hey, i’m a growing boy.”

you guys rough-house in the field a lot. most the time he goes easy on you because he’s scared he’ll might hurt you. but sometimes his boy-brain shoves you to the ground…then immediately apologizes over and over again while checking if you’re hurt.

whenever you hug, he makes sure to lift you off your feet. you roll your eyes back every-time.

he’ll purposefully try to hug you when he’s all sweaty. it ends with you running around the glade screaming while he’s chasing you and laughing like a complete maniac.

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[luvheart222]

I can’t just let you freeze, can I?

Pairing: Newt x f!reader

Summary: y/n makes blankets for the gladers for the cold nights, when she realises she hasn’t made one for herself she just sucks it up and goes without. But Newt doesn’t let her freeze.

A/N: currently taking random oneshots I posted on wattpad and putting them on tumblr, cuz realistically I’m never gonna make a whole oneshot book worth of content for wattpad

fluff

Days in the glade were hot and humid. Which was mostly nice. Getting sweaty while doing jobs outside wasn't my favourite thing, but being the only girl amongst a ton of boys meant I was always the best out of a bad bunch when it came to sweatiness, so I didn't really mind. But, oh, were the nights cold.

Freezing, in fact. The complete opposite of the sunny days. Once the sun starts to set it's time to grab an extra layer, it gets so cold so fast. I can't even count the amount of times I had caught boys who "didn't feel the cold" or "didn't need a blanky to sleep" later shivering in their hammocks, too proud to admit they were freezing after all.

The creators never sent up blankets though.

So, I decided to take it upon myself to fix this problem. It took me a couple months, but I sheered the wool off the sheep and spun it into yarn (that took me ages) and I got two nice pieces of scrap wood shavings from Gally, that I whittled down to be my knitting needles. Of course I have no memories from before the glade, and as surprised as I am that I have this talent, I am so glad I learned to knit before I was sent down here for who knows what.

With my DIY materials and newly rediscovered talent I knitted as many blankets as my hands could manage. They were soft and thick, and large enough for a teenage boy. Of course they weren't perfect and no two blankets looked the same, but that was part of the charm. Each had a slightly different colour due to the sheep's coat colours all being different. Some were gradient from where I had started to spin a white sheep's fur with a black sheep's fur. Some suddenly switched colours from where I ran out of wool and had to switch to another colour abruptly. And some were just one solid colour. But the colours didn't really matter, it was the warmth they provided that mattered.

That night, during dinner, I slipped away excitedly to retrieve my handmade gifts. I had informed Alby of my plans the day I thought of the idea and he thought it was great, one less thing for the boys to complain about. So, once he noticed me jogging off to one of the lookout towers where I had done most of my knitting and where the blankets are kept, he followed me promptly.

"They're going to be so excited for this." He said once he had reached me, where I stood stuffing as many blankets into a spare basket as possible.

I chuckled. "And why is that?"

"It gets pretty shucking cold in the glade, if you haven't noticed." He joins me in folding and stuffing blankets into another basket for himself to carry. "The other gladers sure have noticed. Really, would it kill the creators to send blankets down themselves, instead of making us do it."

I don't respond to this. I try not to think about the reasoning behind the small actions of torture we have to endure from an unknown source. It's better to look on the bright side, we now have blankets. And soon the whole glade will be just a little bit warmer at night.

We finish loading up our baskets and begin carrying them back to where the others are eating. None of them seem to have noticed our absence, nor our return, until Alby yells:

"Oi! Listen up!" All eyes are now on us.

I drop my basket onto the ground and begin explaining, "Um, so I think it's safe to say that it gets pretty cold at night here in the glade." Murmurs of agreement. "And so I have taken it upon myself to help out with that a bit." I pick up a blanket, unfold it and hold it up for the crowd.

They smile, some nod their heads, and others roll their eyes, probably acting as if they're too tough to need a blanky. But as Alby tells them to form a queue, no one is left sat down.

Each person is given a blanket. Chuck was first in line, so I make sure he got the softest one. That earned me a hug from the kid. Minho gave me a fist bump and thanked me. Thomas, the greenie, as of about a week ago, seemed as confused as ever, but he took a blanket and thanked me still. Alby was quicker to hand out ones from his basket, not waiting for a thank you as I was, and so he had said goodnight and left when I was only half way through my line. One by one each glader was gifted until there was only one left in the line and...one blanket.

"You made these?" A familiar voice chimes. It's newt, of course, my old friend. He was second in the glade and I was third, so we have been through a lot together; I would go as far as saying he's my best friend. I spend more time with Minho or Ben or even Chuck, but I know he's always there for me if I need him.

But I don't respond to his question. I'm currently staring at the singular blanket. I really thought everything had turned out perfectly, the last of the wool I had spun was used to make the last blanket, I thought it was a miracle that there was the perfect amount. But clearly I miss counted, and all the sheep had been sheered too, so I can't-

"Y/n?"

"Oh...um- yeah." I look up at him. "Took me, um, took me ages!" Shuck.

He looks at me thoroughly, eyebrows furrowed, and then he looks into the basket. "There's only one left isn't there."

I nod, slowly.

"Well that's alright!" He smiles once again and picked up the blanket, thrusting it towards me. "Here, it's the least you deserve after all that hard work."

"No no no, I made them for you guys. Really, honestly it's fine."

"Y/n, come on, you made them, you deserve one."

"No Newt, it's for you."

"Y/n, take it."

"No, it's yours."

"Y/n."

"I've gotta go. See you tomorrow!" And with that, I turn on my heels and walk away as quickly as possible, leaving him stood there with the last blanket.

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That night, each and every glader is wrapped in their new gifts.

It's rewarding to see them all so contempt during the harsh nights. But a part of me does wish I made them all just a little bit smaller, perhaps then there would be enough wool left for me to have my own. Tonight is particularly bad, like, I can't comprehend how any of the boys are asleep when such harsh cold winds are roaring in my ears. I tried curling up into a foetal position 10 minutes ago, and now I can't move, because if I do then the rest of my hammock, which has been exposed to the elements, will surely freeze my limbs off upon contact.

I am shaking and my teeth are chattering so loud I'm scared I might wake the other gladers. I contemplate putting on every piece of clothing I have to try and insulate myself, but that would require me to move and I don't have many pieces of clothing in the first place.

I can no longer feel anything in my hands or feet and just as I feel the tears welling up in my eyes I hear footsteps. No one should be up at this time and I almost build up the will power to lift my head before the person speaks.

"Are you alright, love?" Newt.

I try speaking but it only comes out as stutters and more chattering teeth, "I-i-m-m f-f-f-ine." How embarrassing.

"You don't seem it. I couldn't stand the thought of you laying here all cold with no blanket, especially on a night like this, so I thought I'd come and help out."

I lift my head to see him stood there holding the blanket I made him. I'm about to go on about how I made it for him and I'll borrow someone's spare hoodie tomorrow, but before I could speak I am lifted into the air and out of my hammock.

Newt doesn't let my feet touch the ground while he lays in my hammock himself, him on the bottom and me laying on top of him. He begins to drape the blanket over the both of us, making sure to tuck in the sides to stop any cold air from getting in. Once he's done that his arms snake around me, and I take a moment to address what's just happened.

"Newt?"

"Mhm?" He sounds sleepy.

"Thank you."

"Well I can't just let you freeze, can I?"

We both lay there in silence, and instead of falling asleep to the wind roaring in my ears, I fall asleep to the sound of Newt's heart beating.