"It's all up in the air, and we stand still to see what comes down
I don't know where it is, I don't know when, but I want you around
When it falls into place with you and I, we go from if to when."
paring: gally x f!medjack!reader (2nd person POV, a lot of gally's thoughts)
summary: after the night in the infirmary, you and gally started to see each other in a different way. the yells and insults began to dwindle down, and soon you just talked like regular human beings. everyone noticed. both of you felt crazy. what was next for your relationship?
warnings: both reader and gally LOVE to bottle their emotions up (that's unhealthy, don't do that!), sort of fluff, first kiss, so much denial and minimizing but that's okay because they're both hot. no beta reader, we die like men
word count: 1.5k
a/n: part 2!!! idk if you guys can tell but i really love the fray... ("she is" is the first track on "how to save a life", the album "trust me" is on! 😀) but i just absolutely loved the relationship with reader and gally in the first part that i had to make another one. this is eating me alive, so here's another installment for the love of my life gally. enjoy!! xoxo
divider creds to @dollywons <3
Since that night, patching Gally up after the fight, both your lives had changed.
Greenies still came up once a month. Everyone continued to work. The bonfires were held those first nights. That was all unchanged.
But the yelling, the insults, the sparring that was commonplace between Gally and you was replaced with quiet affability. You started seeking out each other's company, having real conversations instead of shouting matches. You took your meals together (you gave Gally whatever leftovers you had, and he'd give you his extra bread). Sometimes, when it was late at night or early morning, everyone else asleep, you'd go on walks together, all through the Glade, usually in the forest, sometimes the Deadheads. Hell, you even started smiling at each other. (Not that Gally ever really "smiled"; it was more of a slight upturn of the lips, closer to a smirk than a smile, but still a smile nonetheless.) You became... friends. Perhaps more than that, if either of you ever sat down and actually thought about it instead of instantaneously writing off anything serious that had to do with your emotions.
"Friends" was a foreign state for your relationship to be in. For as long as either of you could remember, you'd hated each other's guts. But this sudden change? It was terrifying. Terrifying, off-putting, but beautiful. It freaked you out, if you thought too long about it, but you now woke up in the morning grateful for the air in your lungs and your ability to walk, just so you could talk to Gally, walk with him. You began to live for him, and he for you.
This whole thing, however, was a quiet endeavor. None of you explicitly explained it to any of your fellow Gladers, but they sure as hell noticed. They thought the both of you had lost your minds; they'd make jokes and laugh about it, if neither of you were around. It was odd, but it wasn't unwelcome. They were just glad you'd finally come to your senses and got both of your heads out of your asses.
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Gally hadn't been sleeping much lately.
Not that he ever did, really, but recently it felt worse.
He had much more to think about than just his Builder duties.
He thought about you, late at night. Thought about what you'd said to him earlier in the day, if you smiled, how many times you smiled, what jokes you'd made he pretended to find idiotic (he thought you were the cleverest girl he'd ever met, even though he only remembered meeting one: you).
Despite these thoughts warding off his sleep, he didn't mind them. Thinking about you made him happy. He was glad he didn't have to yell to get you to talk to him anymore. As much as he liked fighting with you (ok, weirdo), this newfound softness, this companionship settled much easier with him. He was happy, for once in what of his life he could remember.
And it was obvious, too. To everyone in the Glade (except you; for all your smarts, you were often oblivious to social cues). Gally was still curt, rough with the other boys, that hadn't changed; but with you he was softer. Didn't scowl, even smiled sometimes. Laughed more. He even began to leave Ilan alone, the boy he hated so much (for no good reason, you continued to remind him). He was happy around you, and everyone was, although a little freaked out, happy for the two of you.
You weren't dating, no! No, of course not. You were just newly-close friends, nothing more, never ever, he told himself, with such conviction he actually fooled himself into believing the ridiculous lie. If only for a moment.
Eventually, after so much thought, his eyelids would grow heavy and eventually droop shut, and he'd let the sleep wash over him, just to be woken up what felt like two minutes (but was more like four or so hours) later by the first traces of early morning Glade sunlight on his face. He'd groan, push off his blankets and sit up, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair. He'd then get up, creep over to where you slept, under a tall willow tree. If you weren't awake yet, he'd gently shake your shoulder to rouse you from your sleep; you'd groan, too, but brighten when you saw whose face greeted you. Then the two of you would go for your walk, something you did every day now. It was a part of your routines, and the both of you could stomach getting up so early just to have a few moments alone, away from the eyes of the Glader boys that were so oft to imposing peering.
This was your lives now, and neither of you minded. As long as everything stayed like this, neither of you minded. You had each other, and that was that.
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A lot of the time, Clint and Jeff were away from the infirmary shack; you didn't mind. If business was slow you preferred to work alone, anyway. But you weren't exactly alone.
Gally would come in, during his breaks, to see you. That always made your day.
Today was no different (so you thought...).
You heard footsteps behind you as you went about the shack, organizing things; you knew who they belonged to by now.
You began to smile before you'd even turned around, knowing you'd be met with Gally's face.
"Hey!" You said, happy to see him. That much was visible on your face. "How's your day been?"
Gally shrugged; his face was relaxed, blank, but with no scowl in sight. Thanks to you. "Alright," he answered simply. "Boring. Slow. Figured I'd come bother you." A hint of a smile. Inside he was still confused at how quickly everything had flipped, but seeing you smile at him, for him, because of him, calmed him down, let him accept it.
You laughed, a quiet, inhibited sound. "How kind of you," you retorted smartly, leaning up against the table in the middle of the room, arms crossed. "I've been bored, too. Everyone's being annoyingly careful today, they're putting me out of work."
He scoffed, but in Gally language that was basically a chuckle. "I'll go hammer my thumb to give you something to do, how about that?"
You grinned. "Works for me."
You paused for a beat or two, taking a moment to look at him. "Sit with me at dinner tonight?" you asked, just to fill the quiet because you already knew what his answer would be.
He just nodded, watching you back. He was leaning against the doorway now.
You kept looking at each other until you broke the silence again. "Thanks for coming to visit me. Made my day." You spoke these words casually, but inside your heart was racing, the bold, fearless vulnerability of your phrasing sending you into overdrive.
Gally blinked. Once, twice. He didn't say anything for more than a minute, but neither of you broke eye contact, both of your minds clearly lost in thought.
Right then, Gally was thinking about how badly he wanted to kiss you, to make his feelings for you known. But he was scared you'd laugh in his face, and in one second you'd take away the last month by saying it was all a cruel joke. He was paralyzed with fear for a few solid moments; then something snapped within him.
Gally took a step forward, then another, and then another. He kept going until he stopped about four inches from your face. His eyes searched yours, then flickered down to your mouth for a little more than a few seconds. He met yours with his again, giving you multiple chances to back away, to make a face and reject him, but you did no such thing. You just kept staring up at him, not shying away. And that was all the confirmation he needed.
The fear was gone now, replaced with a quiet bravado, as he leaned in to close the space between your lips, your chin between his forefinger and thumb. Gally kissed you softly at first, like he was afraid you'd break if he pressed any harder; but then you kissed back, and he sought more. More was what he got, for you matched his intensity. This was more than just a kiss, the both of you realized. This was a silent confession, the final gallon of water that broke the levee and sent everything crashing down in a flood. Everything you tried to ignore or understate was at the forefront of this kiss; no holds barred. There was nothing hidden between the two of you anymore. Everything was out in the open, and as scary as that felt, you were okay with that. Gally was okay with that. You were with each other, breathing each other in, and that was all that mattered. You would never need anything else in life, after this moment. Everything you had wanted, everything you never knew you needed, you found in Gally, and Gally found his within you.
thank you guys for reading my writing!! it means the world to me :)
summary: you and gally are a little more than enemies. what happens when gally gets into a bad fight and you have to take care of him?
"She Is" ("Trust Me" pt. 2)
summary: after the night in the infirmary, you and gally started to see each other in a different way. the yells and insults began to dwindle down, and soon you just talked like regular human beings. everyone noticed. both of you felt crazy. what was next for your relationship?
no, srs. he's called basket. the gladers (gally) named him, not me.
one day, instead of the normal greenie they usually expect, the gladers get a surprise in the box. a.. baby?
of course, poor jeff and clint are thrown the worst tasks, such as nappy changing, but every glader finds they cannot hate on such a small, innocent being.
schedules are made, and soon enough, gally finds this new baby in a basket dumped on him "until it can sit up." and so he has to go about his daily jobs as a keeper, hauling a basket along with him. as keeper of the builders, it's sometimes not safe for a baby to be on site, so gally often turns to newt, alby or jeff to look after the little thing, calling out "basket!" as he leaves the baby and basket in the other glader's vicinity. soon enough, "basket" is what everyone refers to the baby as.
