hi! can I make a request for your incorrect maze runner prompts? I think they’re freaking hilarious, I can’t 🤣 you should do one for where y/n meets gally for the first time after he dies (you know that scene where thomas punches the crap outta him for killing chuck); he makes eye contact with you and is like hey. it turns out like that one scene in Harry Potter (prt. 1, movie version) when ron comes back, and hermione attacks him. “you don’t show your face around for weeks! and you come back and you say hey.” and he’s like, “of course, I just saved your life, why would that change anything?” 🤣 that scene just cracks me up, every time 👌
(I totally love the idea! So I hope you will enjoy this one !)
Gally made eye contact with Y/n.
Gally with a small grin : Hey
Y/n swing at him, their punch landing right in his jaw
Gally : Why the shuck did you punch me Y/n ?! I mean I understand for Thomas but you !?
Y/n : How dare you ! You've been supposedly dead for more than six month and you come back like nothing happened with a stupid 'hey' !?
Gally : I just saved all of you, doesn't that make up for it ?
Requested: Anonymous said: Yo, will ya write a GallyxReader where Gally knows the readers name the second he sees her, even before she remembers it herself. And then include how their relationship grows with time and maybe how they remember how they knew each other before the maze.
Pairing: Reader X Gally
Word Count: 2,803
Warning: swear words, makeout, drunk
Summary: Gally knows the reader from before the maze and remembers key memories, even knows who she is the second he sees her. Essentially the request.
A/N: So I want to thank you for requesting this. I have no clue if this is what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy it. I am the worst procrastinator so I am so sorry it got out late, but here you goooo. XOXO
You wake up drenched in sweat, or maybe water, whatever it is, it made your clothes cling to you. You noticed how the box was moving up at a rapid pace. There was no slowing, only a light at the end that gets bigger the faster you go.
You focus your breathing, trying not to panic as to why you were in a metal death trap or why you couldn’t remember. Either way, you seemed calmer than a normal person would be in this situation. Once you stop to a halt, green fields for miles is all you see. Oh and about fifty or so boys crowding you.
You back up to a corner of the box. Sure you seemed calm, but you were dying on the inside as to why no one said anything or if they did, it wasn’t towards you. Every boy looked at you with curiosity as if they have never seen a girl before. For some of them, that was the case.
“Move you shuckheads,” Gally barked. The sea of boys separated as he made his way to the new greenie. However, Gally did not expect this sight.
His green eyes stare at your E/Y ones with intensity. Everyone halted their hush whisperings as soon as they saw Gally staring at you. His reaction was unreadable and no one wanted to ruin his thought process. No one would dare to go a round with Gally.
Newt and Alby caught up to everyone to question why they weren’t letting the newcomer in but fell silent as soon as Gally jumped down to you.
“Y/N?” Gally whispered as if it was the last time he was ever going to say it. You tilted your head at the boy. Your mind said not to trust him, but your body relaxed as soon as he said your name as if that’s all you needed to calm down.
“Who are you?” You managed to spit out.
Gally offered a hand, “Gally,” and you took it without thought. Gally still continued to stare as you looked nervously at the tall boys. Gally’s brained wracked for reasons as to how or why he recognized you but came up blank.
“Jesus Gally, let the poor girl up,” Alby chuckled. Gally shook his head and put his hands around your waist. You sucked in a breath at the sudden contact. Two boys at the top lent their hands, which you grabbed, and Gally lifted you up as the boys pulled.
Gally climbs out of the box, “Get the supplies,” he orders earing a mall glare from Alby. Gally watches the petrified look on your face as you get used to your surroundings.
You watch the boys jump in the box grabbing the chickens and other supplies that came up with you. Your eyes traveled from tree to tree as if trying to jog your memory, but you came up with nothing. Your eyes land on Gally’s. He was already staring, but you blush and look at Alby.
“Do you know your name?” Alby asks in a gentle voice. You scoff.
“No,” you say, “But he said something.” You point at Gally. Alby cocks his head to the side, staring at Gally.
“I’ll deal with him about it later, it’ll come back to you. I promise, even though it might take a bit. I’m Alby by the way. The British lad is Newt,” he points to the scrawny boy with a limp, “and that’s Gally,” he points to the boy with the intense stare. “Newt will help you get settled and what not, come to me or him if you have problems.” Alby turns off to help the others with the supplies.
Newt comes up to talk to you. Gally glares at Newt for a reason that is unknown to him. He doesn’t dare to move in case you disappear from his sight. It was as if you were a ghost that he could not remember and it was killing him. He hadn’t thought much about what he doesn’t remember. He always pushed them aside, but you came up and it was a puzzle that he was going to figure out.
Day 7:
You still hadn’t remembered your name. You kept going though, and you didn’t mind the nickname greenie. The boys accepted you immediately and put you to work. You became a builder, helping the other boys mend roofs.
Gally was one that you could not figure out. You talked to him when you needed to and that was that, but he would not stop looking at you. Alby has talked to him about when you first arrived but never brought anything up to you. Frankly, it was bothering you as to why he only ever stared, but you kept quiet. You didn’t need to start something that could be so pointless.
Instead, you waited for the bonfire tonight. Fry cooked up a batch of moonshine that he claimed was going to be better than the one he made the night you arrived and you were not going to miss that.
Alby went to Gally, again, to discuss the greenie situation, but Gally wouldn’t open up.
“Gally, how do you know her?” Alby asked for the millionth time.
“I don’t know,” Gally turns to Alby, away from her, but only for a second.
“Come on man, you need to relax, you’re being really protective over her and she is a greenie, you hate all greenie’s,” Alby tried to get his mind off of her. “You’re killing brain cells just looking at her all day. How do you manage to get work done?”
Gally smirks, but then goes to a straight line, “I don’t know Alby, but she needs protection, I know that much for sure.” Alby sighs and wanders off to you. Gally gets back to his work, knowing he will eventually have to talk to you at one point or another.
***
So when Fry meant better, he meant drunker. Your judgment was fogged up and you couldn’t understand what the point of a ground was, but you were having fun. Gally didn’t drink, still staring at you. He leaned against the wall in the tree he was in. You decided to look up and see him. You, being tired of his staring and not talking, went up to him. He noticed how drunk you were and helped you up.
You giggled as he looked extremely concerned. He lets you look around the place that Gally doesn’t let anyone up to. But you didn’t know that.
“Why do you keep staring?” you slur your words. Even though your back was to him, you could still feel his gaze.
“I’m trying to know who you are,” he admitted.
“Good luck Gal-Pal,” you giggle at the sudden nickname. Gally smiled a bit at your drunkenness but frowned when he realized the nickname you gave him. “I don’t even know my name, but you said it, I think, but I don’t remember it.”
You walk towards him, not properly, and trip into his arms. He pulls you close to his chest and that’s when it hit you. It felt as if a wave of ice water was dropped on you. You sobered up, got on your feet, but Gally didn’t let you go. Both of your eyes widen. Both for two separate reasons.
“I remember my name,” you whisper. Your breath hit his lips. His lip curled into a smirk. “How-how did you know my name.”
“Because,” Gally started. “I was your guard, princess.”
Day 30:
Alby heard the news and did nothing with it. He just made a bet with his fellow friends on a time frame. The boys knew of you being a highly protected person before entering the Glade, but they had no idea that Gally and you were best friends.
After that day, you two became inseparable. Wherever you went, he followed without question and vice versa. You guys grew close to each other rapidly the more you tried to remember something.
But all that was given was that you were best friends and that Gally once dared you to dye your hair hot pink to piss off someone.
The boys had a bet that Gally would kiss you next month. However, Alby, Newt, and Frypan bet it would happen within the next week. One week’s worth of hard labor all relies on whether or not Gally would have the balls to admit that he likes you.
You were oblivious to it all. It was painfully obvious to the boys, but they had only known Gally in the Glade. They only knew that Gally didn’t like newcomers. they knew he didn’t smile, laugh, or do anything that wasn’t taken seriously, but around you they saw him smile, light up, and open up. It was a nice change, but if someone brings it up, he would still scare the living shit out of them.
Gally wasn’t telling you something and you knew it. He looked as if he wanted to say something each time you guys talked, but drop out at last minute. You knew he needed time so you didn’t push him, but it was driving you crazy.
That night, you two were swinging in Gally’s hammock. Your head against his chest as you laid completely on him. He had one foot over the edge slightly swaying the both of you. Everyone was asleep and you two were up talking until you guys had no more to talk about for the night.
Gally ran his fingers through your hair, having you moan a little at the wonderful feeling. Gally stopped for a second to look at your sleepy face. You nudged his hand to tell him to keep going. You smiled at Gally being sweet and gentle.
Once Gally thought you were asleep, he started talking.
“I’m going to tell you a story princess. It is the one where we know each other out of the maze. I know I lied to you about knowing anything about it, but I can’t keep it in. We were running through the labs. Well, I didn’t know you were running because I ran into you, but I figured you were. Guards were shouting at me and you both. I stole something, I can’t remember what or why, but I didn’t want to as I stared into your scared eyes. I did something I shouldn’t have done, I lifted you up and took you to run with me, but the guards stopped us. They sent me in solitary confinement for a while. Then I saw your eyes through this slit and you laughed and I knew I was a goner. You would visit me every day until my sentencing. As it turns out, they sentenced me to babysit you, not knowing that you were the one who visited me for weeks.
It was weird because we are the same age, but I got over it quickly as soon as I knew you were just as amazing with me as you were behind a door. You were the daughter of some hotshot scientist, absolutely brilliant though. Your nerdiness was absolutely adorable even when you hated talking about it in front of me. I still loved listening to you even if I didn’t understand. I just loved hearing your voice and how you are so passionate about something. I couldn’t get enough of you, princess. One night, you were having a nightmare and climbed into my bunk with me with all the other boys in the room asleep. You laid on me like you are now and asked me to play with your hair. I did so without question and you did the same exact thing. You moaned, which is absolutely hot and I know you would hit me if you could hear me right now for saying that. But you didn’t notice how red I was. You just pushed yourself closer to me. Your head was buried in my neck and you slept peacefully. Princess, you hated how you looked in the morning, but I had never seen a more beautiful sight than how you were that morning. I always wanted to wake up to that. And every morning I did. You always climbed into my bed and slept with me through the night. That was until we got separated. But I am not going to let that ever happen again. Never, because I love you.”
Day 37:
Newt, Alby, and Frypan’s week was almost up, but they didn’t give up hope. They noticed how different you have been acting with Gally.
You heard him that night, but will never admit it because you weren’t sure how you felt, but the second day, you knew that what you were doing with him was more than just a best friend. You blushed around him. Him calling you ‘princess’ didn’t bug you, but got you more flustered than usual. You knew Gally could tell something was up, but like you, he gave you your time.
However, the boys were growing impatient. They wanted fate to work just a little faster. They didn’t want to go through a week of hard labor.
“Gally!” Alby shouts.
“Y/N!” Newt shouts. You both stop your shameless flirting, unknown to either of you that was what the other was doing, and ran over to the leaders.
“We need a favor,” they both say at the same time, freaking the both of you out.
“What’s up?” You ask them. Gally glared at Newt. Gally told Newt when he was out working and Newt wouldn’t stop bugging him.
“Can you two go out and grab more wood for the fire?” Alby questioned. You both nodded, but it was odd why he didn’t ask any of the scavengers to do it. Still, you both walked into the woods.
After a few hundred yards, you get swooped up into the air trying to grab a log from the ground. You screamed which made Gally sprint to you. You laugh as you see Gally’s panicked face. You were suspended in e net at least fifty feet off the ground.
“Damn,” is all that is heard. Newt and Frypan emerge from behind the tree. “I thought you said it was supposed to get both of them.”
“It was,” Frypan stuttered, “But how was I supposed to know Gally would leave her alone. He follows her everywhere.”
Gally rolls his eyes. He follows the rope to where it’s hooked and gently brings you down. You flipped off the two boys and jumped on Gally to hug him.
“Thank you, my hero,” you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Gally chuckled in your neck. His hands cradling your ass.
“Anything for you, princess,” Gally smiles. You lean back and stare at him. “Why do you keep staring?” Gally mocks you from the first time you talk to him.
“Because, I am trying to work up the courage,” Gally tilts his head at your response.
“To do what?” Gally questioned, gulping.
“This,” you pull his lips towards yours.
Fireworks is the only thing running through your head. The story Gally had told you made sense now. You remember him telling you, but never the memory itself, but now you remember. You remember your first kiss. This one, however, topped it.
It was a battle between tongues, wolf whistles from unwanted onlookers, and groaning from the both of you wanting to get impossibly closer to each other. Your hands gripped the back of his hair and his one hand moved slowly up your shirt. He pushed you to get you to get closer, but it seemed as if there was no room left. It didn’t stop him though.
Newt and Frypan left you two as soon as they saw Gally pin you against a tree. They both knew you were going to continue whether they were watching or not. And they both knew that Gally would kill them if he found out they watched.
The boys return up to see the others that were in on the bet crowded around them. They all had a smug smirk.
“We won,” they both said.
“Uh, no you didn’t,” Mihno said out of nowhere. Frypan and Newt glared at him. “She kissed him.”
“Wait, so does that mean nobody wins?” one of the boys asked. Everyone looked at Alby for the answer and he shook his head. Frypan and Newt groaned knowing that they weren’t going to get out of work for a week.
Alby chuckled at the boys slumped figures as they retreated back to their posts. Alby left the edge of the woods knowing you two were going to be a bit before you got out of their anytime soon.
Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Gally + Newt & Minho
Warnings: mentions of violence
Request: “can you do this one shot of gally based off the song ocean by misterwives and they're dating and it's cute thx boo 👀” - purityimagines
Word Count: 1,378
A/N: first The Maze Runner one shot I think ? i hope it’s still okay !!
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“The box is coming up!”
Gally looked up from the structure he was repairing as the alarm began to blare through the Glade. Setting down his tools, he jogged over to the box with the rest of the boys, pushing them aside so he could see the box clearly. The heavy, metal doors creaked open, and Gally peered through the mesh metal gate to see who was inside. The other Gladers peered into the box, trying to catch a glimpse of the new Greenie, but they all hesitated when they only saw boxes of supplies.
The Gladers reached down to open the doors, and Gally hopped inside the box. He sifted through some of the supplies, tossing up a bag of tools he had requested. Another builder caught the bag and began to walk off, when Gally suddenly felt something cool pressed up against his throat. He could hear all the other Gladers yelling in alarm as he felt himself being pulled backwards.
“Where the hell am I?” you demanded, keeping the small blade you had found against Gally’s throat. You had hidden behind a bunch of boxes when you had woken up, and stayed hidden when the box opened and you were greeted by a large group of boys. A blonde boy jumped into the box with the two of you, calmly holding his hands out.
“You’re in the maze.” the blonde boy replied, and you scoffed and tighten your grip on Gally.
“What is that supposed to mean?” you snapped, and Gally could feel your hands trembling slightly. Even though he was being threatened, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for you. He remembered the first time he was in the maze; he was horrified.
“Just put the knife down.” the blonde boy continued. “We’re all trapped here, and it’s not going to help anyone if you start a fight. We’re all trying to help each other.”
You didn’t respond, and the boy took a step closer.
“I’m Newt.” Newt introduced himself, trying to calm you down. “Do you remember your name?”
“No.” you shook your head, beginning to panic. “I-I can’t remember a thing. Why can’t I remember anything?”
“You’ll remember your name eventually, Greenie.” Gally finally spoke up, and you finally let him go. Gally stumbled forward, rubbing his next as he turned to face you, and his eyes widened when he realised you were a girl. You had your hair tied up out of your face, your eyes bright with both fear and determination. Despite the fact that you were about to slice his throat open a few seconds ago, Gally was immediately attracted to you.
Newt held out his hand, and you reluctantly handed him the knife. Everyone seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief as Newt looked up at a dark skinned boy who was hovering above you all. Judging by the air of authority he seemed to possess, you guessed he was a leader of sorts.
“A girl, Alby?” Newt asked, and Alby looked at you, his expression serious. “We’ve never had a bloody girl before.”
“I gotta say, Greenie,” Gally chuckled slightly, and you looked at him in surprise. “You make one hell of a good impression.”
“Sorry.” you smiled at him apologetically. “Why do you keep calling me Greenie?”
Gally and Newt exchanged looks, before Gally cleared his throat and attempted to explain. “It’s, um, what we call the new kids who get sent up here.”
“Who did this to us?” you asked quietly after a pause, and Newt shrugged as Gally folded his arms across his chest.
“I wish I knew.” he sighed, shaking his head. “I wish I knew.”
“I wish I knew my last name.” you sighed as you rested your chin on Gally’s chest, the two of you lazily lounging in his hammock in the afternoon sun. There was a cool breeze blowing through the Glade, and Gally chuckled as he ran his hands through your hair. “Don’t you want to know?”
“Of course I do, y/n.” Gally shrugged. “But, I mean, do you think we’ll ever remember anything? Who knows what those people did to us.”
“I wanna make them pay for what they did.” you said angrily, and Gally smiled and leaned over to kiss your forehead.
“You were always fiery from the first day in the maze.” Gally grinned, remembering the day he first met you.
“Gotta show you boys who’s really boss around here.” you smirked, and Gally laughed, his smile lighting up his face. He leaned down to kiss you again, on your lips this time, and he could feel you grinning against his lips.
Just like every other Glader, Gally was miserable in the maze. The runners came back every day with no way out, and even though they had established a way of life, they were trapped. But ever since you came along, Gally felt less alone, and he even had a little bit of hope that they would one day get out. Everything just felt so right with you, even though everything about the situation was wrong.
Gally watched as you fixed one of the pillars in the sleeping area of the Glade, before wiping the sweat off your forehead and taking a step back to admire your work. Nodding to yourself, you looked over your shoulder to see Gally staring, and gave him a friendly smile. Gally quickly smiled back, and ran his hands through his hair and straightened his shirt as he watched you approach. You had been at the Glade for a few weeks now, and you were settling in well. You had grown close in particular with Gally, seeing as he was the first person you interacted with when you arrived. Not like Gally was complaining; he loved your company.
“Hey, Gals.” you greeted, and Gally smirked. You were the only one he allowed to give him a nickname. “Did I do okay fixing the sleeping area?”
“Looks good, y/n.” he nodded, and you beamed. “You were born to be a builder.”
“Thanks.” you replied, a little shyly, and the both of you blushed. Behind the both of you, someone whistled, and Gally whipped around to see Minho standing there, an amused expression on his face.
“Well, don’t let me interrupt.” Minho smirked as he jogged past, making a point of winking at Gally as he moved past. Rolling his eyes, Gally turned back to you, rubbing his forehead.
“Sorry about Minho,” Gally sighed. “He’s such a piece of klunk sometimes-”
Before Gally could finish his sentence, you suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards you, kissing him. Minho whooped from a distance as the other Gladers began to laugh and clap, and you pulled away, your cheeks red.
“S-sorry.” you blurted, clearly flustered. You had developed a major crush on Gally, and you were tired of the weeks of flirting with him and listening to the teasing from the other Gladers. You felt like you were in a happy state of bliss with him, and you wanted to be with him forever. Running your hands through your hair, you stammered. “I just-”
But before you could come up with some lame excuse, Gally grabbed your face and kissed you again. He ran his hands through your hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him closer. And in that moment, it felt like the skies had cleared and the sun shone brighter, and Gally wanted to stay forever in that moment.
“You know, babe,” Gally suddenly piped up, after recalling the memory of your first kiss. “It’s been a year since we first got together.”
“Really?” you perked up, smiling. “Wow. I can’t imagine what I’d do without you in my life.”
“Nothing compares to our life together.” Gally ran his fingers up and down your back, and you nodded in agreement.
“I love you so much, Gally.” you whispered, and Gally caressed your face.
“You are the only thing I care about in this shucking maze.” Gally confessed, and you smiled. “I never want to let you go, y/n. You’re my everything. I love you.”
“And you’re my everything too, Gally.” you giggled as you pressed your forehead against his. “You’re my everything.”
The Maze Runner: High School AU - Gally: Together - Part One
A/N: Okay, so this is the official part one of Together. For some reason it took me a lot longer to title this series! Most of this chapter was posted in the preview, sorry, but I will get another chapter out soon. But if you did read the preview, there is still a chunk of this part that hasn’t been posted so make sure you still read that!
Thanks to everyone who left notes + replies :-)
“So…” Your teacher starts, his glasses sitting on the edge of his nose; his hands rifling through papers of a folder that seems to have been taped up at the binding to keep it from splitting right through. “You requested extra credit, is that right?” How could anyone acquire a folder that… size?
You nod your head slowly, but continue to stare at the bulging folder of however many detentions, changed schools or broken rules that could be filled with. Impossible, you think to yourself. Mr Francis takes a sip from his coffee, pulls out a single sheet of paper, and places it on top of the desk in front of him. You look around his office, crammed with books mostly of education, a few photos of his family, drawings from little kids, and few knick-knacks here and there. And the smell of dust and coffee, almost budding onto an old people smell, fills your nostrils. You know he isn’t that old but you do spot a few greying hairs on his head.
His eyes avert to another piece of paper lying next to it, “I see you have tutored before…” He starts, pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose. He has a kind of tiredness to his voice, like an extension – it’s there but he could choose to get rid of it if he wanted to. “But you stopped quite abruptly with this student, how come?”
You clear your throat a little before talking, “The student was… he was troubled. And I’m putting that lightly.”
Mr Francis nods his head, “You do know that most kids who need tutoring are troubled in some way?”
You laugh, not loudly, just lightly; it sort of floats from your mouth and hangs in the air inappropriately. “Everyone is troubled, Mr Francis. Tutoring that student, however, put me in danger and at risk, I was pulled from it without question. I had no choice.”
Mr Francis looks up at you for a moment, neither amusement or understanding reflecting back in his eyes. “Galileo.”
You frown, “Excuse me?”
Mr Francis sighs, and removes the glasses from his nose. “Galileo, he is in the grade above you. A senior.”
You look from Mr Francis to the overflowing folder, “You mean… Gally, right? On the football team?”
His eyes narrow, and you suddenly find yourself feeling a little bit uncomfortable under his glare. “Yes, Gally. Whatever his name is nowadays.” He takes another sip from his coffee, the smell beginning to overwhelm you. Not that you do not like coffee, in fact, you live off of it most days. But you can smell instant coffee at the drop of the hat, and on the worst days it can make you feel so much as nausea. “You will be tutoring Gally, starting after school today.”
“Already?” You dare to question, and as your sentence of defiance leaves your lips you already regret speaking. “I mean, I’m just not quite sure if I’m prepared yet. Sometimes I like to bring materials with me to the session that I think might help—
“You will be starting the first session after your classes today, Miss Y/L/N, this is his address,” he slides you a smaller piece of paper with an address scribbled onto it, barely readable, and a phone number underneath. “The phone number is a direct number to my office, in case you have any problems.” He sits back into his chair, and it creaks with age. “Any questions, Y/N?”
“Well… yeah, actually. Do you really think it’s a good idea for me to tutor Gally?”
He only looks back at you, confused and irritated from the assumption that you have some sort of bad attitude to his proposal.
“I don’t think a Senior would want a Junior to tutor him… How is that even possible anyway?”
Mr Francis sighs, “Look, all I know is he needs the help and you’re willing to do it. Yes, he is in the grade above you but you are smart enough to handle that. And if he doesn’t agree with you then that is his own problem, we are providing him the help; he just needs to take it.” He takes this moment now to cough a, unfortunately, phlegmy kind of cough which leads into an almost fit. After he finishes, he takes another sip from his coffee, “No more questions?”
You shake your head, and then collect your bag; picking the piece of paper off of his desk as you walk out. You stare down at the address for the second time, the pace of your heartbeat growing faster. Unfortunately, like all cities, there is always that one neighbourhood, or that one side of town, where things are a bit sketchy. Unfortunately for you, that is where Gally lives. Now, you are not one for discrimination and judgment on others, but it is what it is, and what worries you most is getting to his house. You shake the worry from your head and walk down the school’s corridor, shoving the slip of paper into your jacket pocket.
“Y/N!” A familiar face calls out along the lockers, it’s Thomas. You smile, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you walk over to him. “Coming to watch me play lacrosse tonight?” A cute little grin spreads across his lips, and you swear you see a twinkle in his eye.
However, the giddiness you feel from him stops short as you remember your tutoring session. “I’m not so sure at the moment…”
Thomas frowns, “What? You never skip a game!” He shakes his head, “What will I tell Newt? Teresa? The gang!?” He continues to cry in an over-dramatic tone, as usual when he wants to be funny or entertaining.
You laugh and slap his shoulder playfully, “You know I wouldn’t skip a game if I didn’t absolutely have to.” You feel the slip of paper in your pocket again, the corner of it jutting into the skin of your side. “Besides, it’s not a definite no, it’s just not a definite yes.”
Thomas looks at you suspiciously as he reaches into his locker, pulling out a textbook for his homework, “You’re not… going on a date, are you? Because, as delightful as that would be, I could not give my blessings and approval if he’s taking you away from my lacrosse game.” He chuckles at himself, zipping the backpack up.
“No, there’s no date or hang out even… It’s just school stuff.” You lean your back against the locker beside his, “Hopefully it won’t drag on for too long though. Wouldn’t want to miss seeing you smash those losers from Oak High, now would I?”
“No, you wouldn’t!” He smiles, and slings his backpack up onto one of his shoulders, “I got to run, but I hope you can make it tonight! Bye!” He says, jogging off in a hurry down the opposite way you were heading.
“Bye!” You call after him. You then find your way to your own locker, pack the necessary items, and then leave. Once you reach the doors of the school you take out your mobile phone and send a text to Teresa, explaining that you can’t go for milkshakes with her, Brenda and Newt this afternoon… and like with Thomas, you do not go into much detail as of why.
You take out the piece of paper again, some of the ink has been smudged off –probably because you had sweaty hands or something— and you try and think about which bus would take the fastest route there. You then conclude that the train might actually be the better way to go, so you tuck the paper away again and head down the path towards the train station.
You tug at your jumper, pulling the sleeves over your fingers to keep them from going numb. You really underestimated the weather today, and now you’ll have to suffer those consequences. You keep walking, passing by other students and strangers along the way until you spot a group of seniors up ahead. They block most of the path so you are going to have to push through them or go around. You consider back-tracking completely but as you think of it you realise you are just about to walk through the group, so you keep your head down and hope no one notices your existence.
You make it through without a scratch, relief flooding your anxious mind. However, you spot the train pulling up to the station ahead, and you mumble a curse word as you begin to walk faster. But then, a low grumble of a voice calls out to you, “Hey! You!”
You turn around, wide-eyed, and look towards the person who called for you. He has quite short dark hair, piercing green eyes; and he’s massive. Okay, maybe not massive, but he’s very tall. Very intimidating. Very—
“Are you Y/N?”
You blink, and take in his facial features one more time. Soon you realise this is the boy you are supposed to be tutoring today. Gally. You hadn’t seen him a whole lot before, you could only remember that he was tall and on the football team; but he does not wear the famous jacket like his teammates, instead he wears a leather jacket that reflects strips of sunlight at different angles. “Uh, yeah, yeah that’s me.”
He blinks back too, and looks unsure of what to say. His eyes slowly travel over your face, and your height, as if to size you up or something. “Mr… Mr Francis said—Suddenly he stops talking altogether and looks over his shoulder, glancing back at his classmates who do not seem to be that interested in the conversation you two are having, but even so, he pulls you aside anyway. “You’re tutoring me today, right?” His voice is still rather gruff and raspy, but at a hushed tone.
You nod, barely making eye contact. Then you gesture towards the train that is now leaving its stop, “I was going to take the train…”
He looks towards the train station and then back to you, “Are you crazy? You should never take the train to my house, that stop is known for drug deals and all sorts.” He looks away for a moment, as if contemplating something, “Besides, I was going to give you a lift in my car anyway; safer that way.” He then grabs his bag up from the hood of another car and nods over at his friends, “I’ll see you guys later.” He grabs onto your arm and pulls you along with him further down the pathway, you become so intimidated that your feet stumble over one another and almost trip you up. He glances down at you, “Can you walk like a normal person please? People are going to think I’m forcing you to come with me or something.” You turn back for a moment and see his friends and their friends staring after you, some even wolf-whistling or hooting.
You laugh nervously, “You kind of are,” you gesture to his hand still wrapped around your arm. He lets go of your arm, especially as he hears his friends making suggestive noises.
He stops at a nicely-sized car, unlocks it, and hops in. You follow, sliding into shot-gun, your heart pounding. You’ve never really gotten into a car with some guy you don’t know too well… Isn’t this the exact situation your parents teach you to not do?
“Sorry about them, they don’t know about the tutoring so of course they think of the only other possibility.” He laughs a little bit, but it dies down when he realises you don’t laugh with him. “Oh, and, them not knowing, I would like to keep it that way.”
You continue to look out the window, “Yeah, sure. No problem.”
Gally backs out of the car park, quite swiftly and with ease, and then drives out of the school onto the main road. Stores, houses and wandering people pass by, and you try to keep your focus on them but the thought of Gally sitting right next to you doesn’t leave your mind. And that he’s the one controlling the vehicle. What if he’s one of those crazy drivers that gets off on putting themselves in danger? You hope not.
“I didn’t know that… well,” he starts, his voice a little crackly and uncertain. “You’re a Junior, right?”
You gulp, daring not to look at him in the eyes, “Y-yeah, a Junior.”
He pauses for a moment, and it’s like the silence between you stretches for minutes. “Okay.”
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, so you take it out cautiously. The text is from Teresa, and reads:
that’s ok, hope to see u tonight!
You chew your bottom lip, realising that it might not be as easy to get away as you thought. A part of you wants to help Gally, and to respect the chance of extra credit that you’ve been given by the school, but a part of you just wishes you could take advantage of his probable disinterest in being tutored and leave early. You turn the display screen off and put the phone away, hoping that you’ll come up with a decision later.
You slow down to a stop at a red light, and Gally takes this moment to flick through a few radio stations. Another car pulls up beside you, their music blaring, windows down and laughter filling through your own barely open window. Your eyes wander over to the car and the head in the opposite window that bops to the music causes you to shriek and duck down so your no longer in view.
Gally jumps slightly and the sound you make and glances down over at you, his eyebrows creased in concern, “What?” He looks out the windscreen and notices nothing, then he looks out your window. His eyebrows slowly become undone from the furrow they were in, and then he turns back to face forward. Minutes go by, and neither of you move or speak. You finally hear the music fade out into the distance as the car turns its corner, a sigh of relief escapes your lips as you sit up.
Gally’s foot presses onto the gas pedal and the car takes off, continuing its path straight down the road. “Didn’t tell your friends either?”
You straighten up a little bit more, and glance over at him. Hardened jaw, eyes straight, and hands stiff against the wheel. “I just thought… because you’re a Senior…”
He blinks once and then swallows before answering, “Yeah. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Time passes by as a throaty and hoarse voice talks through the radio and streets go past in a blur of colours. A younger woman mentions the weather, and then it goes back to him as he announces the next song. A new song from Y/F/B. As the intro plays, Gally’s fingers find themselves over the volume dial; spinning it to turn the volume up.
You smile, “You like this song?”
He taps his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the song, “Yeah… yeah I do, actually. They’re my favourite band, since forever ago.”
“Same! Have you heard all of their newest album?” You say excitedly.
“Only a few songs, just whatever’s been played on the radio. I haven’t… haven’t had the time to go out and get the CD.”
You smile to yourself, thankful that you two have something in common and that he’s someone to buy a hard copy version of music still. You know iTunes music is relevantly easier, but the CD makes it so you have something physical. “Well, if you like, I can play you the CD when we get to your house, I have it in my bag.”
He seems to smile at this, or at least the colour in his eyes goes lighter. You’re not sure, but something about his mood definitely changes. “That would be great.”
You sit back into the car seat after turning up the song just a little bit more, since it’s your favourite part, and quietly sing the lyrics until the song is over.
I’M NOT... (PLATONIC THOMAS X READER, GALLY X READER)
Request: It's is GallyxReader centric, but with a bit of confused platonic ThomasxReader thrown in. Hear me out. So, it's during the Scorch Trials, Y/N is mourning Gally every second of every day even though she tries her best to be strong for her friends. And then she gets into that «party» with Thomas and Brenda. So, after Brenda, drunk off her ass, kisses Thomas and he leaves her hanging, he the ends up face to face with Y/N, who is also not at all in her right mind and the he kisses her. On his own free will, because at that moment, in that state, he just doesn't care about anything and all he knows is that Y/N is pretty and attractive and his friend, so why not kiss her? (or so his drunk mind says). So the next morning they have a very strained but eventually genuine talk about how wrong that was on every level. Because Y/N is in love with Gally (even though she still thinks he's dead), and Thomas is in love with Teresa. They end up agreeing to never bring it up again, on the best of terms, friendly hugging, because they actually are best of friends and this was all just a drunken mistake that was pretty much forced on them. So... yeah. How's that? Would you like to write it?
A/N: This is part 1 of 2 :)
Y/N hasn’t been able to don a genuine smile since Gally died. Since she watched a spear fly straight into his chest. Since she watched the light leave his eyes.
She didn’t just love him. She was in love with him. She wanted a future with him, a life with him at the center. But now that dream’s gone, & that reality is more than she can bear. She’s had horrific nightmares ever since, every night. And every night Thomas will let her sob into his chest until she runs out of tears to cry. He’ll stroke her hair, rub her back, & kiss the crown of her head until her breathing evens out.
“You’re not alone, Y/N. You’ve still got me, okay? I’m right here.”
Y/N watches as Thomas kisses...Brenda?! “You’re not her...” she hears him say, & then Brenda backs away & disappears into the crowd.
Thomas seems dazed & unsteady on his feet, so Y/N rushes to his side. “Thomas??” she says worriedly, taking his face in her hands. Thomas just stares at her, mouth agape, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed.
“Thomas, what’s wrong with you? Please, say something.”
Thomas’ vision is foggy & yet he can’t help but marvel at every detail of Y/N’s face - from her eyes, to the smooth curves of her cheeks, to her lips as they move in the shape of his name.
So...beautiful. he thinks as he cups her face with both hands & presses his lips to hers, slowly, desperately.
Y/N’s eyes go wide at the sudden contact, at the feel of her best friend’s lips moving against her own. She doesn’t pull away, but she doesn’t kiss back.
As good as the kiss feels physically, emotionally it’s like a knife to her already splintered heart - a torturous reminder of the intimacy she & Gally once shared.
When Thomas finally pulls away, Y/N curls her arm around his waist & drags him through the crowd & back to camp.
Thomas wakes with one hell of a headache. His eyes flutter open, & through slow, heavy blinks he sees Y/N’s face. “Hey.” he croaks.
“Hey.” Y/N whispers in reply. She strokes his sweat-sheened forehead in a gentle caress. “How’re you feeling?”
“Tired...dizzy...where are we?”
“We’re safe. We’re at the camp. The others are fine.” Y/N reassures with a small smile & comforting squeeze to Thomas’ hand.
“You’re okay?” Thomas asks.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
“Teresa?”
“She’s fine, too. Don’t worry.”
Thomas winces as memories flood his mind. Memories of the party; of kissing Brenda; of seeing Teresa, wanting Teresa.
And then...
“Y/N...” Thomas says, his expression one of shock & regret. “Did I...did we...?”
Y/N nods.
“I kissed you?”
“You did.”
“Oh my god, I...I’m sorry, I--”
“Don’t be. You weren’t you, you weren’t thinking clearly.”
“Y/N...I do love you--”
“I know...” Y/N assures with a loving caress to Thomas’ flushed cheek. “...but I’m not her.”
“And I’m not him.” Thomas replies with a sad smile.
With that, tears well in Y/N’s eyes, but Thomas is quick to wipe them away & pull her into a warm embrace. “Thomas?” he hears her whimper into the crook of his neck.
“Yeah?”
“Please be careful. I can’t lose you too. I couldn’t take it.”
Thomas kisses her shoulder & shushes her gently. “I’ll be careful. We’ll be okay, I promise.”
Mister gonna steal your sister (sister reader, stilinski triplets)
I wanted to mix things up a bit! So the little sister reader comes home with a guy, and not with just any guy, it’s Thomas’s archenemy, Gally. And of course Gally takes all the fun out of the opportunity to annoy Thomas. Thomas opens up for Stuart and Stiles and they try to break (Y/n) and Gally’s thing.
You knew already it would be a little difficult. Heck, it would be like begging to be torn apart. But this time you wanted to be honest, to everyone. You didn’t want to keep this to yourself, it would only get worse, so you took a deep breath and went to open the door to your home. Even though you were the girl, usually it was the guys job to open the door for you but you were not that pedantic about it. You waited for your guest to get inside, then following him right behind him.
Gally didn’t feel nervous at all. He gave you his warm and calming smile while you felt like you were on a minefield. Right after you closed the door you heard a yell from the kitchen.
”Who is it?” Stiles yelled, he was probably watching tv in the living room, worried dad would show up and take over the tv.
”Just me!” You yelled back. Then you gazed at Gally who stood right next to you. ”And a friend.”
You heard someone walking towards the hallway, but you almost gave out a heavy sigh from relieve when it was only Stuart. He only gazed at the two of you for a second, nodded at the two of you and headed to the living room, his face on his phone.
Meanwhile in the living room
Stuart sat on the armchair, leaned on it comfortably and kept checking his phone. Stiles was watching some police show, seemed to be really into it, but he payed attention enough to ask Stuart a question.
”Who’s with (Y/n)?” he asked, leaning his head against his palm. The show was now in a really lame part, where the detectives explain the already too obvious plot to the viewers that Stiles had figured out right away.
”Some boy.” Stuart shrugged his shoulders, didn’t even care much. Even though Stuart hadn’t seen that Thomas was in the living room too, he knew he was there so he wasn’t surprised to hear him ask the next question.
”Who? What boy?” Thomas asked, he seemed to be the only one that cared, but it wasn’t true. Even Stiles had stopped following the tv.
”I don’t know!” Stuart snapped and glared at his brothers. ”A tall, muscular guy. Maybe our age, or older?” He shrugged again and went back to his phone. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about your safety, it was that he trusted you to know who was worth your time. You knew who was a bad company. That’s it.
”Older than us?!” Stiles repeated like he didn’t believe his ears.
”Yeah, or not, I don’t know.” Stuart mumbled back.
”What if he hurts her?” Thomas panicked.
”Is he from our school?” Stiles asked back, not bothering to ask from Stuart who would only shrug again and glare at him.
”We gotta check him out!” Thomas announced, even though Stuart had already seen the guy, he still wanted to know how old he was and what school he went.
Back to you
”Okay.” You mumbled, sighing from relief. ”So far so good.” You muttered. Gally took your hand in his and squeezed yours to calm you. He gave you that smile again.
”It’s gonna be fine, (Y/n).” He assured you. ”I promise. Even if they would hate me I wouldn’t give up on you.” You would’ve wanted to kiss him right there, but you knew it wouldn’t be safe. You just felt so happy with him. Even if you knew about his temperament he treated you like no one else ever. Like a princess. It was so sweet.
”What are you doing here?!” The voice hurt your ears. You had hoped he wasn’t home. You turned to look and see all three of your brothers. They were now looking at Thomas, who was fuming with rage. And what made it worse was that Gally was holding your hand!
”You know this guy?” Stiles asked from Thomas. Stiles looked at his brother then Gally, his gestures confused and puzzled. He knew Thomas was sometimes overreacting, but then again, Gally did look a little bit threatening. His size and muscles and all. It was weird to see a guy like that with you. Stiles had always thought no guy was good enough for you. Thomas on the other hand would’ve imagined you to go for someone more like Newt or Aris. Someone nice and sweet. And Stuart, well, he had never actually even thought about it.
”Yeah. He’s on my class.” Thomas gave Gally a death glare. You knew the two didn’t get along. So this was what you had been afraid of. Thomas was overreacting! Everything was fine!
”Hey, Tommy.” Gally greeted mockingly. He gave Thomas a wide grin, one that disgusted him, to no end.
”Come on, (Y/n).” Thomas said and took your free hand and tugged it. ”You don’t want to hang out with him.”
You pulled your hand back. ”Yes I do. Me and Gally are friends.” You announced.
”You don’t even know him!” Thomas snapped at you. ”He’s a bully and he’s an aggressive idiot!”
”Thomas!” You snapped. That was not nice of him to say something like that. He was usually so politer shy even. But you knew the two didn’t get along, you knew how bad it had been for them on times, but still you were shocked how he acted right infant of you.
”He doesn’t respect anyone and he’s probably just using you to get to me!” The breath was caught in your throat. You couldn’t believe he was this horrible to you! You wanted to hit Thomas on your own. No wonder they didn’t get along. When Thomas was so stubborn to hate Gally, what would it do any better to even try to get along?
”Thomas, I know Gally.” You could keep your voice surprisingly steady. You were a little proud of yourself. ”I know what he has done to you and that you two don’t get along. I know he’s aggressive and I know what has happened between the two if you, but that’s not what’s going on between us. Me and Gally are good friends. I like Gally.” You looked up at the tall boy next to you. ”And I have been going out with him for awhile now.” There. You had now said it.
”What?” Thomas gasped. ”Are you out of your mind?!” He yelled.
”Thomas, slim it.” Gally finally said. ”We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, shank, and it’s not that I have been bullying her.” He kept it plain and simple. Like he always did.
Thomas took a deep breath in. Then he let the air out of his lungs and glared at Gally. ”Okay you shank, but if you touch her, I swear you’re gonna pay for it!” He threatened, Gally only smirked, but nodded. ”Good that.” He said and smiled down on you again.
”And you have to promise me, Thomas, that you won’t make a number out of this.” You said sternly, glaring at your brother, knowing he’d get awfully protective of you, now more than ever since you were with Gally. ”We’ll go to my room now.” You said and pulled Gally with you, the horror was able to be seen through Thomas’s eyes when he pictured what Gally would have in mind.
”Keep the door open!” Thomas yelled after the two of you.
”Don’t worry, Tom, if he’s a bad guy, I’m sure dad will come between the two in no time.” And right after Stiles said those magic words, Thomas was already plotting on how to get you two separated.
