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[unkindnessesofone]

Independent Studies [Gally x Reader]

Words: 2k. Summary: You have taken on a new role in the Safe Haven and it has Gally's attention.

Note: This was an idea I have had for a while. I think this could be a series. I have a second part in mind that could be smutty, but could also just be sweet. Some feedback would be appreciated. Thank you.

Someone referred to them as ‘the Lost Children’, the many kids rescued from WICKED headquarters who wandered around the Safe Haven with fear wordless on their tongues,  but wonder flashing in their eyes. It could be hard to watch them as they tried to piece together a new life with even less certainty than the timorous adults around them who were mostly making it up as they go. Vince suggested you take on a teacher role for them. 

“Everyone’s role is important here, but maybe that’s what you’re being called to do…” He countered when you worried that you would be leaving the other cooks high and dry. 

At first, you rounded up all the kids in the morning by the water for walks. The lesson was simple: familiarize yourself with your surroundings and ask questions. 

“Why is the water salty?”, “Why aren’t the sun and the moon in the sky at the same time?”, “When can we stop walking?” 

Sometimes their questions required your own research, setting you up to be the student around the bonfire with others at night. It became clear to Vince that you were going to need an actual classroom. Rocks on the beach could only cut it for so long. 

Lessons continued while the Builders worked on the space. Over the sound of hammers against wood and grumbling voices, you read the class, Frank Baum's The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. A beat up paperback someone had brought along on the journey to the Safe Haven had become a favorite of the Lost Children. Evidently, it was a favorite of one of the Builders. The tallest one. The one who was easily annoyed until story time started, then he was focused and quiet. Gally. You caught him leaning away from the beam he had his hand on, straining to hear, or laughing at the same part the kids did. When Dorothy angrily tossed a bucket of water at the Witch, the Builder hissed in pain. Accidentally, he had hit his index finger with his club hammer because he had been paying more attention to the story. 

“Would you like me to make you a copy of the book?” The kids were gone and the Builders were beginning to pack up for the day themselves. It was the perfect time to approach the guy who was still shaking his hand out in an effort to minimize the pain. “I am going to write copies for the class anyway.” What was one more?

“Why would you do that?” He was asking in a way that suggested you were crazy for asking. 

“It seemed like you were enjoying it. We're going to start The Secret Garden soon. It's too bad you guys are almost done.” 

Gally inhaled deeply, hastily trying to hide the flush of color growing across his face. A whistle sounded through his teeth as he inhaled. 

“I don't care about your kid stories, okay?” He huffed, arms crossed over his chest. He sounded defiant, but not at all convincing. Still, you had been spending most of your days surrounded by small children. You understood when not to push. 

“Understood.” A simple nod seemed to soften him.

A few mornings after your terse exchange with Gally, you were sitting at breakfast with your crew of kids. They had become something of an extra limb, but not an anchor. They couldn't wait to swallow their porridge before asking the new questions that had come to them in the morning. 

A rare second of silence granted you enough time to put a spoonful in your mouth, but a delicate barely-there tap on your shoulder interrupted as soon as the cutlery was between your lips. 

“Teacher.” The little boy, Malcolm, sputtered instead of calling you by your name like you had told them they could. With a full mouth, you simply gave him your full attention with an enthusiastic stare. “Gally has a question. He told me to ask you -” His arm outstretched, he pointed right at the Builder hunched over his own breakfast two tables away. Gally appeared mad, but you detected it was embarrassment tightening his jaw. “But I forgot.” It was Malcolm's turn to look embarrassed. 

“If the question is important enough to him, Gally will ask me himself.” Gally was no longer looking over at your table, but you were willing to bet he overheard. 

*****

As the kids in your class grew closer, it was easier for them to let their guards down even with only select people. Grown adults still struggled with night terrors whether they had survived a maze, a medical facility, or life through the Flare so it made sense that the kids were scared to fall asleep. You were sharing rancid moonshine around the fire with a friend when three of your students scampered over, taking turns jumping over sticks and small designs in the sand on their way to you. 

It was all they could think to do when one of them was crying from a nightmare: Go find teacher. 

Three hands pulled you along, back to their tent, as you swallowed over and over to try and replace the putrid flavor that had instantly dried out your mouth. If you hadn't seen the jar with your own eyes, you would have sworn your friend gave you something from the laundry to drink. 

Holding the sniffling little girl, Ada, up on your lap, running a hand down her long braid as she leaned into your cheat, you started to weave a story aloud for all the kids. It started with the Cowardly Lion, a character they particularly liked from The Wizard of Oz, and he had to go on a journey with his friends not unlike the one they went on down the yellow brick road, but despite all they had been through, the Lion was still afraid. 

As Ada began to drift off on your lap, you looked up to see how many others had been lulled to sleep. It was then you saw him. Gally. A jar of moonshine in hand, leaning against the beam he installed and listening intently. He didn't break your stare. He didn't pretend to be doing something else. This time, he stayed completely still and just listened. 

It took a couple minutes to tuck every kid in and you waited one more to be sure they were actually asleep. Stepping around their cots and hammocks carefully, you made your way to Gally with a playful insult about his moonshine on the tip of your tongue. 

“How does it end? You didn't say what happened to the Lion…”

“I thought you didn't care about my kid stories.” 

“I don't.” Instinctively, the answer popped out like a button leaving the pants of a man they no longer fit. “You know a lot. It's intimidating.” Reluctantly, he caved before taking a big sip. 

“I intimidate you?” It made you laugh. Gally was large and loud and seemed sure of himself.  

He wasn't laughing though. He was looking off over your head, drinking. Tilting your head to the side, you led him away from the kid's quarters. 

“I'm intimidating, you were saying…”

Maybe, that was the wrong word, Gally wasn't sure. He wrestled with his head before the liquid courage took control, “You’re smart.” People always said Builders were good with their hands, not their heads and that stuck with him now that he was out of the Glade. “You’re literally teaching those kids to read and write and count…”

“I wouldn’t know where to begin with building these structures. We all have our roles.” It was the truth, but you could tell that it did little to comfort him.

“I can read and write okay, like, I wrote Chuck’s name in the rock.” He explained as you two walked side by side towards the water, the sound of the waves softly meeting the shore calling to you. He offered you his jar, but you shook your head. A clear ‘no’. “I just…I was in the Glade a long time. I don’t know a lot that…other people do.” He was turning his throat into linen, taking a sip with every embarrassing piece of his confession. He noted your feet walking along where the water met the land like you were walking along a tightrope, moonlight dancing down the part of your arm exposed from your fallen sweater. He reached over and pulled it back up over your shoulder, nervous by how much he liked what he saw. It made you pause and stare back up at him. “I do like your stories and I like when the kids tell me stuff they’re learning from you. I guess I’m…I’m not jealous, but -”

“Gally?” It seemed like if you didn’t interrupt, he might talk himself into a circle. “Do you want private lessons?”

“What?”

“We could get together and we can read or you can help me make copies of stories for class. Nobody has to know.” The last part seemed vital to the Builder so you held up your hands as if you were being held at gunpoint, trying to mime that you had no malintention. 

Gally sat on the offer while you kept tip-toeing over the wet sand, arms out at either side for balance. He took a long sip of his drink before nodding.

“Okay!” He called to your back. “Yeah, I could do that.” He jogged to catch up to you again, once again lifting your sleeve over your shoulder. “When?”

The bonfire was still roaring in the distance, but there was no chance Gally would have his story time on full display like that. The key to successfully tutoring him was the privacy aspect. Checking your surroundings, it took a second before an invisible lightbulb flickered on above your head. As if Gally was one of your adorable students, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward your classroom. 

It was pitch black, but Gally could hear you closing cupboards and shuffling around. Being there reminded him that you had asked for desks for the kids, but it had been waved away at the time. It crossed his hazy mind that he could do it himself after hours. 

“Aha!” Pulling him from his thoughts, you lit a white candle. Carrying the flame chin-level, Gally was mesmerized by your features. He supposed he might actually make a decent student considering how much studying he was doing at the moment: noting the three different shades he saw in your eyes and the fluttering of your lashes, taking a mental picture of mouth as it curved into a smile when you waved him over with your other hand. 

There was a comfortable corner with cushions and blankets, a place the kids liked to sit when they were having a tough time focusing. You rested the candle on a stool while Gally spread out his legs. He didn’t leave much room for personal space, so you folded your legs behind you and opened up the book to the first chapter. 

Your finger stroked the page, gliding beneath the first few words, “Can you read that?” Gally’s lids were heavy though. A hard day of work and a plethora of moonshine made it hard to resist the comfort of the pillows he was resting again.

"I was sort of hoping you could tell me what happens to the Lion in your story..." Gally admitted, putting his jar off to the side and leaning deeper into the soft nest. 

Curled up like an oversized child himself, blanketed by a small flame, it seemed Gally wasn’t so tough and you couldn’t help, but feel genuine care for him. The offer to tutor him came out naturally, but looking at him now, it didn’t feel like extra work. It was something you wanted to do.

Putting down the book beside you, you took a cue from Gally and stretched out your legs to get comfortable, closing your eyes and starting where you left off in your made up fable earlier.

[tlockish]

DUDE I’m sorry I haven’t been writing my professor Newt x grad student Thomas fic I lowkey forgot about it until you just reblogged it ugh but I will get on that asap I swear I swear I think you might like how it ends

Also you reblogged my other Newtmas stuff too I’m blushing and kicking

Also also I’m still eagerly waiting for you to make more posts about your OCs

Also also also I have some Minho stuff cooking too and I can’t stop thinking about that one insane Minho post you made

Anyways I yap more than I write. Gotta fix that. Okay bye

AWWWWHWHEWW OH MY GOD DONT WORRY LOVE YOU TAKE YOUR TIME WRITING WHATEVER YOU WANT💗 JUST HAPPY TO READ

Oh I LOVED all your newtmas stuff I feel like it’s always pretty solid to the canon characters in a way that’s believeable and I really appreciate that in fics🥹

OC STUFF IS COMING!! Just have to sort out final exam and then I get to do whatever 🧘‍♀️

MINHO STUFF??? SEPH YOU CANNOT SPEAK OF MINHO CONTENT IN MY PRESENCE IH MY GOODNESS 🌞🌞🌞 also im assuming you’re talking about the ‘eating something I’m allergic to beforehand’ post LMAO my bad he’s just gorg and I love him dearly

YOU GO WRITE!!! It’s much appreciated and enjoyed over here 😙

[directionerplusgleek]

2024 Writing Year in Review

Thank you so much for tagging me @fili-is-gone ! But oh boy, this is gonna be long...

The start of the year was fairly normal, but then I participated in things like AU-Gust, Flufftober, and Fluffcember... There are numbers there.

February

Not My Type - Thomally, modern AU. My first posted Maze Runner oneshot.

March

Hips - Thomally, modern AU

Be Our Guest - Luca/Reader, The Bear (First chapter posted Dec 2023)

April

Thomally Week

Guarded (He)art - Thomally, modern AU, artist Thomas and bodyguard Gally (Ongoing)

Pixie Dust - Thomally, modern fantasy AU, pixie Thomas. Part of an ongoing series of fics that I'm absolutely in love with

The Lies of a Mirror - Thomally, modern AU

To Hunt and Fall Prey - Thomally, supernatural, incubus Thomas and hunters Gally, Minho, and Alby (Two more chapters to be added soon-ish)

Safety in the Dark - Thomally, post-canon

No Matter the Distance - Thomally, high school/college AU

Like a Cat - Thomally, modern AU

In the Shadows - Thomally, post-canon, vampire Gally (First chapter posted Jan 2024)

May

Rarepair Bingo

For Once in My Life - Vinge, post-canon

Meet Me - Alby/Harriet, 50's Greasers AU. The first of a few fics in which Gally, Thomas, Newt, Minho, and Teresa all work at Alby's mechanic's workshop

Be Mine - Brendinho, 50's Greasers AU

What You Want - Garis, post-canon. The beginning of an obsession

A Chance to Try - Brenderesa, canon compliant and post-canon

You Took My Breath Away - Minally, canon compliant

Show You My Love - Gally/Minho/Newt, modern AU

I Died and Yet I Live - Brenda & Newt, post-canon, Newt lives

Never Alone - Naris, 50's Greasers AU

Why Can't We Be Like That? - Thomally, modern AU, hidden relationship (Ongoing. First chapter posted April 2024)

June

Pride Month Bingo

Something to Tell You - Lucus, The Bear. Another obsession began here

In Your Head - Minally, post-canon. Inspired by @scorchedmazes and @winged-bat

Boys, Interrupted - Thomally, 50's Greasers AU, 5+1 things

July

After Forever, Forever After - Lucus, The Bear, post-S03E10

August

AU-Gust; a month of posting a fic every day

Don't Look at Him (Look at Me) - Unrequited Gallesa, post-canon, everybody lives

Blue - Minally, post-canon, soulmate AU

A Safe Haven - Naris, dark academia AU

Take the Long Way - Minewt, zombie apocalypse

A Game of Strategy - Ava and Janson play chess

The Rose - Newthomally, The Bachelor AU

Almost Perfect - Minewt, farm AU

It's a Trainwreck, and I'm the Train - Thomas reflects on his mistakes, modern AU

Babysitting - Thomally, modern AU

The Enemy of My Enemy - Newthomally, future war AU

Cold Feet - Thomally, retail AU

Missing You - Nally, modern AU. The beginning of an obsession with a pairing most people seem not to engage with, but I love them too much to care.

Sparks - Minally, modern AU. Animagus Minho

Her Brother - Nally, royalty AU (Ongoing)

Secrets - Minally & Newtmas, modern AU

Out of this World - Thomally, modern AU. Brothers Gally and Chuck, my precious

Say it with Flowers - Minewt & Thomally, modern AU

A Ghost - Vinge, space AU

I Spy - Minewt & Thomally, modern AU

Seeking Serenity - Minalby & Thomally & Vinge, Firefly AU

Protect You - Garis, fantasy AU

Movie Night - Minewt, modern AU, orphan Newt

Music to My Heart - Thomally & Minewt & Brenderesa, musician AU

Fantasy - Thomally, modern AU

Stress Test - Aris/Gally/Thomas, scientist AU

Meet Your Hero - Minewt & minor Thomally, time-travel AU

Beating Wings and Hearts - Thomally & Minewt, wingfic. (Ongoing, more to be added)

Nurse Please - Minewt, post-canon, Newt lives

You Come Here Often? - Thomally, modern AU

Petal and Patch - Nally, post-canon, everybody lives

September

Deserve It - Nally, modern AU, based on the Tanner and Joseph text chain video

Soultember

Questions - Garis, post-canon, soulmate AU

Beaten and Bruised - Thomally & Brendinho, soulmate AU

October

Flufftober; a month of posting fluff fics

Feo - Brenderesa, modern AU

Corn Maze - Thominally, modern AU

Cardamom - Lucus, The Bear

Maker's Market - Nally, modern AU

Tokens of Love - Thomally, post-canon

Prisoner of Love - Newthomally, modern AU. The first in a few fics surrounding the beginning of their relationship as a three.

Hoodies - Lucus, The Bear

Chocolate Kisses - Vinge, modern AU

Let You Help - Minewt, post-canon. Sequel to Nurse Please

Competition - Thominally, post-canon

Fairy Dust - Thomally, modern fantasy AU, sequel to Pixie Dust

Coffee for Three - Newthomally, modern AU, part of the series

My Attic - Vinge, modern AU

Get in My Way - Minally, DnD/fantasy AU

Laundry Day - Newthomally, modern AU, part of the series

Maybe - Garis, modern AU

Sleep Through - Thominally, post-canon

Bewitched - Brenderesa, modern fantasy AU, further Pixie Dust fic

Self-Care - Vinge, modern AU

The Paw of Friendship - Newtmas, modern AU

Fires Everywhere - Nalby & Thominally & Vinge, canon compliant and post-canon

To Remind You - Jorge and Minho father/son, modern AU

Signs of Life - Thominally, post-canon

Shakshouka - Lucus, The Bear

Take a Bite - Minewt & Thomally, modern AU, vampire Newt

Tell Me a Lie - Nally, modern AU, soulmate AU

Infant Simulator - Minally, modern AU

Organ Donors - Minally, modern AU, biker Minho

When We're Twenty Five - Garis, modern AU

Minimal(ly) - Minally, modern AU. Based on a typo from the Discord

Wishful - Thomally, post-canon

November

Anything for You - Vinge, modern AU. Written for @nxwtonsxngster

Please bear with me while I reblog my own post to add December because I've hit a limit I didn't know existed; no more than 100 links per post...

[ambientdinostars]

Just finished reading in search of a hollow tree. literally in awe of ur writing and I am sure I’ll never read something as great and moving as ur fic. Except a pt2. Was wondering if you could update as to how it’s doing. Tysm!

first of all!!!! thank you so much!!!! i'm so SO glad that hollow tree was something that you really loved!!!!

now

pt2!!!!!! it is def DEF on the way. i always like to write things fully and not start posting until everything is finished so pt2 is still going to be a bit. i've also been totally sidetracked by school, i have a HUGE final paper for my degree that's due in a few weeks that's basically consumed my life so i haven't been writing much of anything other than that haha. on top of that i tested positive for covid last friday and have been totally knocked out by it even with a double vaxxed and boostered immune system so i'm definitely moving a bit slow. but. BUT. once that paper is done? my degree is done, and i'll have the time to write that i literally have never had before in the history of my writing. i've got the first seven chapters of pt2 done, and i know exactly where i want to go from there, (like, scenes have been living in my head for months and i just gotta get them out) and i'll be going on a short grad trip that'll give me tons on tons of time to write so i really expect it to go quick. (i wrote another fic of mine, the island, on a single plane journey so i have a excellent flight track record fshafhhda) and honestly, on top of that? i'm really excited to write the second half of pt2. i've been thinking about writing this chunk of the story since the mental image of thomas alone in the desert and a truck-and-dust-cloud speck driving towards him first smacked me in the face one day.

pt2 is definitely coming, and it'll most likely be getting posted sometime in the early summer.

again!!!! thank you so much for reading hollow tree and loving it and sending me this!! hearing people are interested in updates on my fics is honestly so motivating and makes me feel so amazing and validated and yeah!!! tysm!!!! <3<3<3

[sunshinesrose]

when you’re beta’ing a fic so you get to read all the angst and sadness before anyone else 😎

[wckdmazes]

I was definitely not in the middle of writing a smut scene when I remembered the characters are in a nasty tunnel and that is not the ideal place for smut. Nope. Not me.

[newtiegotbooty]

So @thominewtisbae​ requested a sick fic, and so here I present it.

           Newt hardly ever got sick, but when he did, it was bad. He had at some point caught a cold, complete with sneezing, coughing, and sniffles. He blew his nose so often that he got regular nosebleeds, and when his coughing fits got worse, he would cough up bloody phlegm. Minho became increasingly worried, but Thomas assured him it was just the cold and there was nothing permanently wrong with Newt. It took a while for Newt to start getting better, and Minho was still worried about Newt coughing up blood, even after it had mostly stopped. “I don’t like it…” Minho was watching Newt sleep from the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest. Thomas peeked over his shoulder, pausing in making soup. “He’ll be okay, it’s almost over.” “Yeah, I know, man, but…” Minho turned his back to the living room. “He never gets sick like that! This has been terrible, and he looks like crap, and…”

“Minho, relax, he’s okay. Okay? Everything is okay.” Thomas placed his hands on Minho’s shoulders, squeezing when he didn’t relax. Minho turned his head to look back at Newt, curled into a little ball on the couch. What he didn’t tell Thomas was that Newt had had pneumonia once before, and it had almost killed him. Minho vividly remembered watching Newt through the hospital room window because they weren’t allowed in. He never wanted to see Newt so small and vulnerable like that again. “Minho?” “Yeah. I know.” Thomas frowned when Minho turned to the door and shoved his boots on and left. Newt woke up shortly after Minho had gone, turning over to look up at Thomas. “Tommy…?” His voice was rough and scratchy, and Thomas urged him to talk as little as possible until he was better. “Yeah, hey. How d’you feel? You up for some soup?” Newt nodded. He turned over while Thomas was gone, looking around the apartment. “Min?” “He went out for a little while, he’ll be back soon.”

           Minho’s outing turned into a trip to the bar, perched at the bar with his nose in a beer bottle. He ignored most of what went on behind him, catching snippets of conversations. “Please leave me alone.” He turned when he heard the plea in the voice, eyes finding a blond boy that reminded him of Newt by the door. “Come on, just let me walk you home.” Another guy, taller than Minho but not as broad or muscled, was steadily advancing on the blond. Minho sighed. He hated those guys. He set his beer back on the bar and stood up. “Hey, pal, he obviously doesn’t wanna go with you. Back off.” Minho crossed his arms when he stopped next to them. “What’s it to you? Fuck off, man.” Minho narrowed his eyes. “You’re a real piece of work, ya know that?” The guy abandoned the blond in favor of turning to Minho. “And just what does that mean?” “It means that your mother sure would be proud of the way you’re harassing this poor kid.” Minho took a step forward. “You apparently don’t know what the word ‘no’ means.” The guy’s face contorted in anger a second before he threw the first punch. It dissolved into a brawl after that, fighting dirty until they were pulled apart. The guy left before Minho, who only stayed so they wouldn’t get into another fight outside.

           It was late when Minho got home, opening the door quietly so he wouldn’t wake Newt. He sighed when both Newt and Thomas were waiting for him, the only light coming from the lap by the arm chair. “Where were you?” Thomas asked. “The bar.” He winced when Thomas turned all the lights on. Newt gasped, hands flying to his mouth. “Minho!” He looked up at Thomas. “What the hell happened to you!” “I got in a fight, but Thomas-“ He pointed at the brunet. “Don’t give me that look, this wasn’t a stupid reason. There was this guy bothering this blond kid, and he looked so much like Newt, and I- I couldn’t just let him stalk this kid, so I stepped in and we got in a fight. I’m sorry, okay? But at least it was a good reason this time.” “Good- Don’t be an idiot! You were supposed to be here, helping me take care of Newt! He wants you to be here just as much as I do.” “I can talk, ya know.” Newt rasped. “Don’t, you’ll hurt your voice.” Minho said, ignoring Newt’s glare. “Don’t give me that, Thomas, like you’ve never run out and gotten in a fight.” “Not when my boyfriend is sick at home!” Thomas’ hands curled into fists at his sides. “I can’t even believe you, Minho! If you were so worried, you would have stayed here!” Thomas stormed past him and out the door. “Minho…” Newt said softly.

           Minho waited up after Newt had fallen asleep, watching the door for Thomas. “Min…” Newt sat up and rubbed his eyes. “We should go look for him…” “I will, you stay here. You shouldn’t be out while you’re still sick.” Newt glared at him. “I care about Tommy too.” Minho sighed. “Newt, please. I know you do, but please just humor me.” “Fine.” Newt stayed put while Minho went out in search of Thomas.

           Half an hour after Minho started searching, he got a text from Newt. [From Newt:] He’s at the old park on Main. [To Newt:] I told you to stay home. Don’t move until I get there. He wasn’t far from Main Street. It took him ten minutes to get there, and Newt was standing at the entrance. “Don’t think we’re not gonna talk about this when we get home.” Newt rolled his eyes, following Minho in. “Thomas?” The brunet looked over at them, glaring at Minho when he saw Newt. “Why is he out here?” “Listen, I came out looking for you first, he followed.” “I didn’t listen when he told me to stay home.” Newt supplied. Thomas shook his head. “You two…” “I’m sorry, Tom. I’m sorry I left, and you can be mad at me all you want for getting in a fight, but I’m glad I did it.” “Me too… But next time don’t run away.” Minho nodded. “I won’t. Let’s go home now, okay?” “Okay.” Thomas wrapped an arm around Newt, dragging him between himself and Minho.

[newtiegotbooty]

The second chapter of Alpha of my Eye is up :)