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Tired
Brief Description: You're tired and your boyfriend's making sure you're getting to sleep.
Point of View: 2nd Person
Word Count: 454
Character: Character not specified; Multifandom x Reader, whatever character you so desire x Reader
It was movie night, like every Friday night, and you and your boyfriend had just sat down to pick something to watch.
As your boyfriend was scrolling through your movie options, out of the corner of his eyes he saw you yawn. He smiles like a lovesick fool at how cute you look when tired.
Turning to you, he chuckles quietly asking, "Tired, baby?"
"Extremely," you reply in a soft voice, leaning against his side.
He throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you onto his lap. You shift slightly, trying to find a comfortable position before you lean your head against his chest.
"What time did you go to bed last night?" he asks you softly, brushing your hair out of your eyes.
You shrug, answering, "I don't know."
He rolls his eyes affectionately at you, pressing his lips to your temple, which only causes you to melt into his embrace more.
"What was the last time you saw on the clock?" your boyfriend rephrases his question.
Your eyebrows furrow together in thought, your boyfriend's heart melts just a little bit more at the sight. God, you're gorgeous.
He never thought he could fall in love before, let alone this in love. Every little thing you've done and will continue to do since he met you has only made his heart beat stronger for you.
"One twenty ... something," you respond.
Your boyfriend's arms tighten around you, holding you closer as he asks in worry, "You went to bed that late?"
With a small giggle, you reply, "I went to bed like two hours after that."
He makes a sound between a sigh and a laugh, bringing you closer to his chest as he presses a series of kisses to your face.
"Baby, you need to sleep more," he gently scolds you, smiling down at you with that same lovesick smile.
"I know," you whisper back, nuzzling your face into his chest.
Getting a sudden idea, your boyfriend twists around on the couch, laying down across it as he settles you onto his chest.
"How about we play the movie as background noise so you can sleep?" he suggests, running his hand through your hair as you snuggle deeper into his chest.
"Sounds good," you mumble, yawning once more.
He kisses the top of your head, clicking on your favourite movie as his arms encircle your waist, keeping you close.
"I love you," he mutters, nuzzling his face into your hair, smiling at the smell of your shampoo.
God, he was whipped.
"I love you too, sweetheart," you mumble back, closing your eyes as the feeling of your boyfriend's finger running through her hair and the warmth of his embrace lulls you to sleep.
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(The Maze Runner) Spending a Rainy Day With Him
(Author’s Note: In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version...)
Thomas: Heavy rain usually puts most of the Glade jobs on hold. Everyone will find a tree or covered structure to sit under and wait until the rain stops. Wherever you are, Thomas will come find you. He gently takes your hand in his, brown eyes meeting yours in a silent request. You know that look very well. With a smile, you nod. The both of you go back to his hammock and climb in together, tangled up in a somewhat crowded mess of limbs, but it’s cozy. He likes having you close like this. Likes hearing your heartbeat, watching you breathe, and listening to you hum a gentle tune. It helps put him at ease. He’ll lay there with your head on his chest as it rises and falls, his hand running up and down your back soothingly while you both listen to the rain on the roof. Every now and then, he’ll give you a squeeze or bestow a forehead kiss. It’ll be a quiet time, at least for a little while. After sorting through thoughts, he might start a conversation if you haven’t already. It might be about your jobs. It could be about the strange dreams either of you were having. Or it could just remain quiet for a little longer.
Newt: When he feels the first drops fall on his cheek, he glances up with brows furrowed and lips parted to see if any more follow. Upon realizing it’s the beginning of a downpour, he tells the others to pack up the tools and get out of the rain. He’s already wondering if you found shelter already or not. He’ll be keeping an eye out for you as he walks to the nearest structure. It’s not like he thinks you’re in any danger or anything. He just wants to be sure you’re alright. He’ll be glad when you do find him, and a little smirk of amusement will grace his lips when he sees the state you’re in. Your clothes are a little wet from the dash in the rain, body shivering from the chill, and skin glistening. Newt will put an arm around you and draw you to his warm side, remaining like that as you both stand at the edge of the covered structure and gaze out at the rainy Glade. The time will be filled with quiet conversation with your faces inches apart, intent on each other’s pleasant company while the others goof around or chat behind you. He’s not super crazy about kissing in front of others, but he’ll glance over his shoulder to make sure no one’s paying attention before leaning in for a tender kiss.
Minho: He’s just about to head into the Maze when the downpour starts. Shuck. Nothing like a rainy day to dampen a run. If he gets caught in the rain while already in the Maze, it’s one thing. But if it hits before he leaves, then he’ll just take the day off. If he’s entirely honest, he doesn’t mind the break. He heads back, removes his gear, and decides to pay you a surprise visit. Runners are often up before most of the other Gladers, so it’s not surprising that you’re still in your hammock fast asleep. Minho will greet you softly with a playful chirp in his tone, calling you by his own term of endearment. When your eyes flutter open and you say his name in confusion, his heart just about leaps out of his chest. He’ll tell you that it’s raining so he has the day off, and to move over. You sleepily move over as much as you can so he has room to climb in with you, wrapping his arms around you. He’s an early bird, so he probably won’t fall back to sleep right away. He’ll enjoy watching you drift back into dreamland once more with the sound of rain tapping on the roof, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Gally: He is by no means a slacker, but he can’t defy the weather. Being that the conditions aren’t the best for building, he’ll tell the other builders on his team to head inside. He huffs a sigh of annoyance as he badly wants to finish this project. The rain starts to wash away the sweat that glistened over his skin as he takes his time picking up tools and whatnot so they don’t get ruined. Since he’s already soaked, he’ll go out of his way to find you wherever you took shelter. He’ll ask around if any of those shanks taking shelter under the structure have seen where you went. Someone will point, and finally, he’ll spot you making a dash across the Glade. He’ll stand there with hands on his hips watching you approach. You’re out of breath, but there’s a glimmer in your eye as you greet him. His heart pounds and lips turn up in amusement as he wraps an arm around you for a brief hug, not wanting to make a scene in front of the other Gladers. A midday snack is being passed around by Frypan, so the two of you sit shoulder-to-shoulder on a bench. You’re talking with each other and your closest friends around you. It was almost like a bonfire with jokes being made and laughter. Gally cracks up at a silly comeback you made to Winston, and suddenly, the rain doesn’t feel like such an inconvenience to him anymore.
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y/n: are you this rude to everyone?!
gally: yup.
gally: don't think you're special.
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can you do a gally x reader where its like a lovers to enemies to lovers??? thanksss 🫶
thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoyed bc this genuinley rotted my brain bc I spent way too much time overthinking it 💀💀 ; HOLY SHIT POST WRITING ROBIN HERE.... uh I didn't see the first lovers bit I am so sorry 💀 I actually apologize bc idk how to fix it now LMFAO ; also ending is rlly dumb but jsjskdndns ; send tmr requests please 🙏🙏🙏
GALLY ; i don't want to be your enemy anymore
summary ; a little enemies to lovers trope with Gally because why not
warnings ; language, guns, knives, WCKD stuff
genre ; yeah idk on this one lmk
word count ; 1.6k
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Being stuck in that peaceful, dystopian Hell with Gally for three years was enough to make you rethink every single life choice that could've probably led you there, which wasn't much considering most of your memory had been erased. But, after escaping the maze, WCKD, fighting against Mother Nature in the Scorch and the Cranks, making it to the Right Arm, raiding a WCKD train, and a no-plan-plan to storm the Last City, you never thought you'd see Gally again, for better or for worse.
You two had never gotten along whatsoever, prior to, or post Thomas entering the Glade.
Gally would always do anything and everything just to piss you off. From the frequent physical fights to dehumanizing and undermining you for whatever reason, it never stopped. You were truly enemies, always out to get each other back or glare at each other from across the entire Glade.
He thought it was dumb for you to be awarded the graciousness of being a Runner, for whatever reason. Builders didn't have a lot going up in the membrane and he just proved it, constantly. But, sometimes you'd do the same, you weren't any better than him, just short-tempered, you supposed.
All those wasted nights sleeping in the Slammer over fighting, all the alcohol wasted due to throwing it all over each other. You both had a fire burning in your hearts to just kill each other, but in a way, it was fun. It was fun to piss each other off and get a reaction, and to just yell and scream your emotions out at each other. Toxic enemies, perhaps.
Minho though, good Lord. He always had to tease you, his fellow peer, about it.
"Oh, you're so in love with Gally" and "You look at each other with hearts in your eyes." You couldn't go a day without him bringing it up at least twice.
But now, you were trying to get Minho back from WCKD, and that's all that mattered. What did matter was that Gally was fucking alive.
Of fucking course, just your luck.
How he wasn't dead was beyond you, considering you watched Minho impale him with a spear.
You thought for a moment he was working for WCKD, considering he killed a small child last time you saw him, and he and his buddies basically kidnapped you and your friends. But, he took you guys back to some Rebellion setup hideout just outside the city, considering you couldn't get into the walls, now knowing there were microchips in your necks tracking your every move.
You stuck back while Thomas spoke to Lawrence, the guy in charge, turned half-Crank. You didn't want to be anywhere near Gally while he took Thomas down, so you stuck with the others, silently looking for reassurance in each other.
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The sun sets rather quickly, and you, Newt, and Thomas join Gally into sneaking into the city through a train tunnel. That in itself was its own thing. You don't even know why you agreed to come with them, considering you were being led by Gally, but, alright then.
He takes you three on a little tour of the city, showing you all the bright lights and the building that towered over the rest, WCKD's headquarters.
You're perched on a balcony, looking over at the building from afar. A telescope rests on the ledge of the wall, Thomas looking through it. Gally stands on his left, and then Newt and you on the right.
Newt looks over at you, sensing your discomfort from a mile away. "You okay?"
You nod, arms crossed as you look out into the city.
Thomas looks up and over at you two, telling you to look through the telescope to look into the windows of the building. Apparently, he'd seen something of interest. The blonde steps forward, looking through the lens as Thomas stands next to him.
Gally looks to you, a weird kind of look in his eyes. You shrug, silently asking what he wanted. He mouths a little message that he'll talk later, probably wanting to get back before doing so.
After returning, you find your way onto the rooftop, needing some alone time. You'd forgotten about Gally looking at you entirely, needing to clear your head over seeing him again and being shot at as per usual earlier. The fact WCKD was able to track you was what had you slightly scared. I mean, what if they were able to see you right now, trying to take a breath all alone on the rooftop?
You don't hear Gally sneaking up on you, but when the footsteps become closer and closer, you quickly turn your head back to see him a few feet away. He apologizes for running up on you, seeing the way you quickly turned around in defense mode like you were scared or something.
"I just came out here to talk, about earlier" He explains, sitting down next to you, although making sure to leave some room between the two of you.
"What's to talk about?" You ask, looking up over the walls of the city in front of you.
"I dunno, to apologize, and try to make amends, I guess" He answers with a little snark, "I'm not asking for forgiveness, but if we're gonna work together, I'm not acting like your enemy anymore, okay?"
You take a second to actually look at him, noticing his freshly buzzed hair and his desperately needed growth spurt, mentally and physically. You slowly nod and turn away, looking back up at the walls ahead.
He exhales through his nose, a little frustrated. He wanted an actual truce, knowing you. "Y/n, I'm serious. I'm not bullshitting, I don't wanna be that stupid kid a year ago that had fun fighting and making fun of you, I want to work on the same team. I don't wanna be best friends, but I don't wanna be your enemy either"
You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to conjure up a response.
"Yeah, fine"
"...Cool"
"Initiate phase four"
You and Gally await as Newt rounds up all the kids, keeping a close eye on Thomas forcing Teresa to give them intel and directions. Thankfully, she was halfway on your side.
Newt and Thomas send you two off with the children, all under the age of thirteen or so, directing them down to the bottom level of the parking garage where Brenda awaits. You're dressed in the slightly uncomfortable WCKD guard suits, you in the red variation like Newt, Gally in the grey like Thomas.
Once they were safe on the bus with Brenda, the two of you quickly scurried away to get lost in the crowds and hopefully meet back up with Newt and Thomas soon. You make sure your gun has the safety on while in your belt, deciding to work with handguns tonight, while he decides to go for the more bulky, electrical type of gun this night.
Somehow, Gally with a gun was kind of hot, but you'd never admit it aloud.
You power walk down the streets, making and pushing your ways through the crowds, fake patrolling the bottom layer of the WCKD tower, awaiting a message from Thomas. He tries to strike up some small talk as you also await Lawrence to bring the corporation down, since the Rebellion would never be stopped by just a few seventeen and eighteen year olds plus their forty year old father figure friend. Another plus, to properly destroy WCKD wasn't a bad idea, so the idea commenced with a very certain plan.
"Y'know, I didn't expect to see you again, like, if I ever saw you guys again. Not in a rude "I thought you would've died" way, but I didn't take you as one to try and take down the government and shit. You're a tough shank though, I'll give you that, " He speaks, speaking calmly, trying to give you that reassurance once more that he genuinely wasn't trying to start anything.
You nod, "Never thought I'd see you again either, but it's kind of relieving, to be honest. You changed in a good way. A really good way." You lightly smile, giving him a little shoulder nudge. "And don't worry about the past, it doesn't matter anymore, I couldn't care. Just... got a little scary seeing you again I guess" You shrug.
He nods. "Yeah, it's fine. Uhm... fuck, sorry" He says, trying to find the right words, "I'm not saying this like, to try and weird you out or distract you but I feel like to not hate each other anymore, we need to be open-"
"I like you too, if that's what you're getting at." You shrug, stopping in your tracks as he does. "If not, then sorry, kinda jumped to conclusions." You awkwardly chuckle, double checking your safety again.
He nods, "Cool. We'll talk about this later then?"
"Why not now? Under the soon to be burning building?" You joke with a light laugh.
"I missed that laugh" He mumbles
"Hey, hey, calm down now" You chuckle, shoving his shoulder, "We have a mission, here. We're children at war, Gally"
"The mission can wait a moment" He suggests, giving you a look, awaiting approval.
You dramatically roll your eyes with a smile, accepting his move before quickly pulling him in for a little kiss. You dragged him by the strap of his WCKD vest, almost making him fall on his knees for you.
"Now come on, we gotta go find some people to get in formation with and get to Newt and Thomas" You nod sideways, pulling your mask back up.
"Yeah, yeah, let's go"
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BEATING HEART (1/?)
Pairing: Gally x reader
Based off: the first scenes of the maze runner)
Prompt series: ''Wanna hear your beating heart tonight, before the bleeding sun comes alive, I want to make the best of what is left, hold tight, and hear my beating heart one last time.''
Warnings: ptsd, night terrors (comes later in the series), blood and gore.
A/N: for all the gally or will poulter fans out here, i deliver <3 this is based off the first scenes of the movie before we get into when thomas arrive.
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You felt like you were drowning before you jolted awake.
You choke on the liquid in your mouth before bracing yourself as you blink rapidly. You feel that you couldn't breathe and everything is just a blur. All you know is that you're scared; terrified even before you tries to get a sense of your surroundings.
You notice that you're moving and are inside of a strange box. You frown and tries to think of something; something more of how you got here or your name but nothing pops up. Everything is blank and you try to remember but nothing.
A loud whirring sound appear and you winced in alarm in fear. You tried to calm yourself down before you noticed that other things are with you. You hear a squeling noise but you are too distracted by the box you are and the fear only appears again.
Then the elevator stopped; making you trip and lose your balance before letting out a curse. You let yourself brace for whatever is coming but nothing happens for a while.
It is just silent before the door upside of the box opens making you wince in surprise at the bright sunlight direct to your eyes. You raise your hands to cover as you hear multiplie voices mimx into another.
''You've got to be kidding me,''
You lowered your hand as you squint your eyes and you saw figures appear. When you do, your terror intensifies because you realize that there isn't a single girl between them. It was boys that you didn't recognize
Then, another voice appears. ''It's a...''
''A girl?''
''They sent us a girl up here?'' A stern voice appeared, making you snap your terrified eyes towards the boy in front of you. Two boys that stand near the front, a blond headed boy and another one who has the same hair but is only much taller and bigger too. By the sight of it, you felt discomfort by his stern eyes but something about him was familiar.
''Gally, calm down,'' the blond boy next to him replied as they jumped down in front of you. The box shakes slightly as you let out a whimper in fear before taking a step back inside.
''Hey,'' The tall boy calls out with a soft voice but sound more confused than anything. ''Hey, it's-''
''Don't touch me,'' You shrieked, slapped his hand away. He pulls away back in response, lips parting in surprise.
The tall boy in front of you hardens his expression. ''Listen, I'm trying-''
''Stay back,'' You warned him. ''Fine, if you wanna stay here, fine by me,'' The tall boy snarled before climbing up. The blond boy was still there in front of you, having no choice to leave you down there.
It was better to stay down there in the box than going up with boys who you don't recognize.
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A week has passed and you were still in the box.
All alone and was still terrified to even go out. However, it was one person you might have warmed up to was Chuck. Chuck knew you since it was all the boys who talked about these days and his curiosity ran through his mind when he got signed up to bring some food to you.
It took some time for you to adjust or even trust him and later on, Newt came every once in a while to check up on you.
''Hey, she-bean,'' A familiar voice erupted from above, making you look up and saw Newt. ''Got you some food,'' Newt spoke. He looked down and saw you sitting in a corner with your legs up as you wrapped your arms around them for comfort.
''Listen, I know that you are scared right now but all we want to do is help you,'' Newt replied, hoping for an answer from you but all he got was silence.
Letting out a sigh, Newt walked away, yet leaving you all alone.
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Two weeks has passed by and you were still in the box, refusing to go outside. Alby and the others began to worry, wondering if you were gonna stay inside forever. The box hasn't gone down ever since you decided to stay in there and they got concerned.
It was nighttime and the gladers was preparing to go to sleep before it was Gally's turn to check on the she-bean before he went to bed.
Alby had designed almost everybody in the glade to check on the she-bean every once in a while to see if that you were still alive. ''Hey, She-bean, got you some food,'' Gally spoke as he had the torch in his other left hand.
He saw you look up and stared at him. ''But you have to get up from the box,'' He responded. He waited a minute to have an response and was about to turn away before he heard your voice.
''I thought you wanted me to stay in here,'' By his surprise, he turned around slowly and met your eyes. ''Didn't meant it, literally,'' Gally responded.
He didn't know why but he felt a familiar feeling when he talked to you. As if that the two of you have met before you were put in the glade. ''Listen, I know that we're not on the right terms, but everybody in here is worried,'' Gally spoke.
''Including me,'' Gally said. ''Then why am I here?'' You questioned.
''It's complicated,'' Gally responded as he heard you scoff. ''But I can tell you everything if you come outside,'' Pausing, he lifted the doors and reached out his hand. You stared and debating if you could trust him and you couldn't explain the feeling but it felt oddly natural when you grabbed his hand.
''Now, do you know your name?'' Gally asked.
''Y/N,'' You told him.
''Well, Y/N, welcome to the glade,''
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A YEAR LATER
You're younger, younger than you've been or that you remember being. The memory or the dream you are having it is almost blurry that you can't grasp. There' here but aren't and you can only see some blurry faces that your mind doesn't recognise.
Your head turns and you see a woman with kind eyes looking down at you. ''Hold your brother hand tightly,'' You hear her speak and you turn around and see a young boy next to you grab your hand tightly.
You don't know what's going on and there's people around you as you and your brother tries to walk through the crowd with the woman in front of you as he held your hand. Then, you're pulled to a stop and you see your mother crouching before you as she began to start crying.
''What's happening, mommy?'' Your younger self ask.
''This is goodbye,'' You heard her ask before you felt her stroke your cheek and then look at your brother.
''Take care of your sister,'' And before you know it, your eyes snapped out of the dream. Panic flooded through your body and the first thing you notice is how quiet it is. All you could hear was your breathing and how hard your heart was pounding.
You tried to take a deep breath before you looked around and noticed that you were in the homestead in your hammock.
They're just dreams, you keep telling yourself.
After calming down, it was then you noticed that you were alone.
Cursing to yourself, you push yourself out of the makeshift bed before searching for the others. You know it's still early already, given that the sunrise hasn't completly risen yet, so you make your way over to the kitchen where you know that the rest of the Gladers will be eating breakfast.
The moment you are in the kitchen, you spot Newt in the far corner and you quickly make your way over before sending Fry a smile and taking the plate he had prepared.
You accept it before taking a seat in front of Newt. ''Good morning, Y/N,'' Newt greeted before taking another bite from his food and didn't look up. ''Tell me why again Clint didn't wake me up today?'' You asked before placing your plate down at the table.
''Said that you needed another day's rest,'' Newt responded. ''That's a load of shuck,''
''Who does that shank think he is? Telling me when or when I can't-''
''Actually, he's right,'' Newt cuts you off and looked up from his plate.
''Gally saw you tossing and turning all night, Y/N, and after what happened-'' Newt trailed off, shaking his head before grabbing back his fork. ''Anyway, doesn't matter, Clint told me that you can step in later for the day,'' Newt informed.
You huffed and decided not to debate against Newt's words before taking the seat in front of him. Breakfast passed quickly, and you walked over to the Medhut where you saw Clint and Jeff taking care some of the slicers.
''Seriously, guys?'' You spoke, crossing your arms as you sent a smile to Ken while Jeff wrapped the bandage around his arm before sending him off back to work. ''Sorry, Y/N, but it was Gally's orders,'' Clint replied with a shrug.
''Since when do we listen to Gally?'' You huffed before you walked over to Clint and helped him to sort out the medical suppliers. ''Since when you're his girlfriend,'' Jeff remarked, earning a slap on the arm from Clint.
''Dude!''
''What? It's true, Gally's over heels for her, even surprised when he would only listen to her sometimes,'' Jeff replied with an offended expression.
''Alright, he's not my boyfriend and besides, Gally? We're just friends,'' You shrugged it off.
''Whatever you say,'' Jeff replied as you saw the smirk forming on his face. You shook your head with a smile before going back to work.
Gally walked inside of the Medhut at some point, to see if you were okay after last night. Clint and Jeff had already gone off somewhere, leaving the two of you alone. ''Hey,'' Gally spoke as you turned around and saw him. ''Hey,'' You greeted him with a smile.
''Heard from Newt today that you were going back to work,'' Gally spoke and looked at you. ''Yeah, after you told him that I needed another day's rest,'' You replied and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
''Wanna tell me about that?'' Gally sighed. ''Listen, after everything that happened last time-''
''Nothing is going to happen, when am I gonna have you guys to trust me again?'' You begged him. ''Listen, I'm not going to be a runner, not now or ever again, I promised you that,'' You replied. Gally was about to say something before a familiar ringing echoed.
Your eyes widened as you and Gally met each other's eyes before walking outside towards the familiar sound.
A new Greenie had arrived as you found yourself with others. You sometimes would wonder if this one would be a girl, though, you doubted it.
The box had arrived and there was a moment of silence, just distant murmures and then the box slides open. As you'd expected, it was another boy. He held his hand above his eyes, blocking from the sunlight and as usual, the boy looked terrified.
You could hear some of the Gladers around you laughing at the poor boy and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You didn't know what was so funny since they've been through the same and you remembered that they hadn't laughed at you like that from the first time you got sent up.
Two boys stepped forward, grabbing the wired gate and pulled it open as the others stepped back to help out. As per usual, Gally stepped forward, jumping down until he was in the box with the newbie, who had pushed himself as far away from Gally only stepped toward him.
''Day one, Greenie, rise and shine,'' You winced as he pulled the boy up with some help from the others. You sighed and shook your head with disppointment as the boy laid on the middle of the crowd. ''Kid looks like a slopper to me,''
''I could use some help in the kitchen,'' Frypan spoke and grinned down at the newbie. You rolled your eyes for a moment as you met his eyes for a moment. His gaze paused on you and you sure it was because you were the only girl between the sixty of boys. But then, his gaze flooded with panic and for a moment, you remembered your dream.
The Greenie stood up abruptly, shoving his hand through the crowd and yourself before he began to run. ''Hey, we got a runner!'' You heard Zart speak with sarcasm but you couldn't help but agree.
''Yeah, look at him go!''
The Greenie began to trip, flipping over himself as he face-planted into the grass. You winced at the sudden action while everybody laughed. You let out a small smile and shook your head.
''Woah!''
''Watch it there, Greenie!'' Whoops echoed but suddenly died down when the Greenie realized his surroundings. The terror that had enver left his face increased as he slowly pushed himself to his feet.
You looked at the Gladers, waiting for someone to do something. Help him, or maybe throw him in the slammer since you knew that all of you had been through the same. Just been as scared as he was right now. You shook your head with disappointment at the boys before taking a step forward before Gally stepped to block you.
''I know, in the slammer, just me a second,'' You told him. Gally looked at you, debating for a moment he stepped aside. You approached him, trying to send a comforting smile.
''Welcome to the Glade, I'm Y/N,''
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Gally NSFW Alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He is not a talker after sex. He knows what you want and need, whether you prefer to be cleaned up right away or if you would rather be cuddle and comforted first. Either way, he is going to pull you close and not let go for a while.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)
His hands are big and rough from building all day so he has an affinity for his partner’s hands, how they’re a different size than his and how perfect they fit in his. Also your neck.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’s not going to finish inside of you but if you’re into it, he’ll finish in your mouth. If not, will definitely finish on your stomach or back.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
If you call him “Captain” or even “Sir”, you better be prepared. Like that lights the fire in him and he will drag you away in front of everybody.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Like most of the boys, he has little experience but he is a very quick learner. He would put his partner’s pleasure above his own.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He is a missionary man or he’ll put you against the wall. He won’t ask you to get into a certain position, he is strong and will put you in that position.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
In the moment, he is serious because he gets nervous especially the first few times. It’s up to his partner to bring him back to reality and that more than anything, it’s about having fun.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He really wouldn’t think or care about his body hair unless you said or acted like you didn’t like it. Then he would trim it a bit.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He is romantic but in a different way. He’s holding you as close as possible and taking time to trace your figure in an appreciative way like you’re a piece of art.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Ever since his partner came into the picture, he prefers them over just jacking off but it is inevitable that they are going to be too busy when he gets in the mood. He just makes it as quick as possible, thinking of his partner and what he’s going to do to them when he has the chance.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise (receiving and giving)
He will call you “Good” when you do what he asks, even outside of sex because he knows it short circuits your brain. He likes whispering it in your ear and watching you immediately fumble whatever your doing.
He also likes being praised on his skill and hearing how good he is making you feel.
Choking (giving)
He would be the possessive type to walk up behind you when you’re talking to someone and pull you back for a kiss by putting his hand on your throat. He’s careful about his strength during sex though so most of the time, it’s just a hand around your throat.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He would take you to the storage room in the name of “not being able to find nails” or whatever. Everyone pretends not to know what/who goes down in there.
The deadheads are a secondary option. Sure it’s kinda creepy and dark but it is quiet and secluded.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He likes a sassy partner that gives him hell but turns around and agrees with him and listens to him. It’s a double sided coin that makes his head spin in the best way.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He is very possessive so anything where the other boys would catch you in the act is a no.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He’s very dominant but the closest he gets to letting his partner take control is when he gets head. He can’t help it especially, you just take him so good and he makes sure to let you know with a firm but gentle hand on your head.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He has a slower pace but with deep thrusts that drives his partner crazy. It leaves him with better opportunity to kiss and stroke you up and down. He gets rougher the closer he is to cumming.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not a fan. Nope. He’s got a routine that he likes to follow when it comes to sex and he can’t fit it into a quickie. All a quickie would do for him is leave him more temperamental and frustrated.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
I feel he takes risks relatively often. Like there is certain things his partner does that makes his brain feel funny like if they jokingly call him captain or sir, he will explore it in the future.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He usually only lasts for one or two rounds but those rounds are long and last for over an hour. This is why he can’t do quickies.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
His partner is going to have to be upfront because he will become defensive and insecure if he finds your toys on his own. He probably still wouldn’t really see the need for toys.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’ll tease here and there but is often to focused on pleasure to actually tease his partner. But if his partner would tease him? He would cease function.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He would try to be quiet but grunts and moans in your ear quietly but could and would have to be convinced to be louder.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He would eventually give his partner a necklace with “Gally” or just a simple “G” on it. And he would want you to leave it on while you’re under him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I’ve seen him stand, I’ve seen his stance. He has a thick dick like hella thick. It’s average length.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He could go everyday but chooses not to. He prefers to work you up for a couple days and then let you jump his bones.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He would get still and quiet and make you think he is asleep but he stays awake for a bit to just think.
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I saw your post
Quisiera saber si harían algo con gally x lector alguna reunión fluff etc, algo como que se aman pero el lector decide ir con Thomas y cuando están afuera la bala no le pega a chuck sino que le pega en el hombro al lector, los separan pensando que Gally murio y viceversa y cuando se reencuentran discuten lo sucedido lloran muestran sus cicatrices y se dicen que aun se aman y nunca se olvidaron
Sorry english is not my first lenguagedioma
Hi! I don't speak Spanish, but I copied it into google translate and I'm writing based on that. Hopefully it's okay :)
Translated prompt: I would like to know if they would do something with gally x reader, some meeting fluff etc, something like they love each other but the reader decides to go with Thomas and when they are outside the bullet does not hit chuck but hits the reader on the shoulder, they separate them thinking that Gally died and vice versa and when they meet again they discuss what happened they cry they show their scars and tell each other that they still love each other and never forgot
Scars
Gally x gn!reader
Starts set in tmr then flashes forward to tdc (movieverse)
Notes: not entirely canon compliant, also combines elements from the books
Warnings: canon-typical violence (not graphically described), language
You can't remember a time where Gally wasn't a part of your life.
Right from the start, you were immediately inseparable. In the complete chaos that was the first couple months in the Glade, the two of you had simply met and decided; we're sticking together.
"The water's drinkable. It's clean."
Gally's head whips around as he locates your voice.
You stand calmly, leaning back on a tree with a blade strapped to your hip.
"And why should I trust you?"
You step forward and cup your hands into the stream to take a sip. "See? Safe."
Gally doesn't move.
You sigh. "Look, man. It's a mess 'round here. If some of us don't start working together, we're all gonna die in this shithole."
He looks you up and down and apparently decides you're trustworthy, because he sticks his hand out to shake. "I'm Gally."
You take his hand. "Y/n."
Even after the group got together and started organising a proper system, with jobs and leaders and actual teamwork, you and Gally always stayed close.
Gally was your biggest supporter and protector, the one person you trusted more than anyone, the one person who understood you more than anyone. And it was the same for him with you.
Eventually, your close bond evolved into love.
You've kept your relationship mostly a secret, stealing kisses behind closed doors and holding hands under tables.
It's been perfect, until now.
You stand in front of the Maze doors, having just cut Teresa loose from where she was tied up.
"You're with them?" Gally's voice wavers as he stares at you in shock and hurt, and your heart breaks at his betrayed expression.
"I'm sorry," you say softly. You clench your hands as you pull up your resolve. "They have a way out," you explain desperately.
"It's over," says Thomas. "Just come with us."
Tears rise in your eyes as Gally shakes his head.
"Gally, please," you step forward, but Newt tugs you back.
"Don't," says Newt quietly.
"Good luck against the Grievers," Gally's tone is flat, eyes forced away from you.
"No," you whisper.
"Y/n," says Minho gently. "We have to go."
You cast one last look at Gally, the person you love, the person you thought you'd give anything for, and you turn to face the Maze.
⭒----⭒
You stand in shock as the video footage of WCKD and their actions fades out, the gunshot from Ava Paige's suicide still ringing in your mind.
"Is it over?" Chuck asks shakily.
"She said we were important," says Newt, frowning in confusion.
Thomas shakes his head. "Let's just get out of here."
You nod in agreement, turning towards the exit.
"No."
You freeze. "Gally?"
You take a step forward, about to run up to him, but Teresa grabs your arm. "Wait," she jerks her chin to where Gally's clutching a Griever stinger in his hand. "He's been Stung."
Your heart drops as you see him lift a gun.
"We can't leave," he says. You look closer at him under the flickering lights, and see that his eyes are darkened, glazed over.
"We did," says Thomas, hands reached out as he tries to calm Gally. "We're out, we're free."
"Gally, look at me," you implore.
"Careful, Y/n," warns Newt.
"Hey, it's us," you say to Gally. "Just put down the gun, and come with us. Please."
For a split second, you think you see a hint of recognition in his eyes, but it disappears in an instant.
"We'll never be free," says Gally, chest heaving. "We belong to the Maze."
You squeeze your eyes shut instinctively as he aims the gun, and your body jerks as the bullet slices through your shoulder.
"Y/n!"
Deep red blooms through your shirtsleeve but you ignore the pain and stumble to where Gally's been knocked over, a spear embedded in his chest.
The world blurs as everyone crowds around you, they concerned words melting together.
You fall to your knees beside Gally, turning him to face you, hands moving frantically around his chest in panic.
"Nonono, please no," tears roll down your face as you cup his cheek.
Suddenly, a commotion of noise cuts through the haze of your grief, and the air fills with yelling behind you.
People, strangers, dressed in dark armour grab at your friends, dragging them out.
As one of the men advances toward you, you lift Gally's hand to your lips, presses a kiss to his knuckles. "I'm sorry," you whisper.
You don't fight as the man takes you by the arm and yanks you over to where Frypan and the others are being piled into a helicopter, and you stare out the window as it takes off, flying you further and further away from Gally.
⭒----⭒
Moving on hurt; it hurt a damn lot.
Despite feeling the ache of Gally's loss every day, you've managed to keep yourself together and alive, which is pretty good, all things considered.
You got through the Scorch and found the Right Arm, but with Minho captured now you and the group are trying to get into the Last City.
You keep an eye on Brenda, making sure you don't lose sight of her as you weave through the sea of people crowded up at the walls of the Last City.
"We've got to go." Newt appears behind you, Thomas in tow.
"What's going on?" you ask.
As Newt points, you turn to see masked people coming straight towards you, from different directions.
"Shit," mutters Brenda.
"Quick, let's go," you start moving, but stop as you hear creaking metal.
You look up in horror to see WCKD weapons taking aim.
"Run, now!" you scream, shoving Frypan to move as the missiles start to fire.
You sprint after Thomas, ducking around a corner where a bunch of vans are parked.
"Oi!" you trip as you hear Newt's yell, and someone grabs you roughly while you're distracted.
"What the- Hey!" You're thrown into a van with Frypan and Jorge, hearing tires screech as the van takes off.
"Let us go!" you shout, knocking a guy in the throat.
As you move to swing at the next guy, a gun cocks, and you freeze.
"Just wait 'till we get there," growls the guy.
When the van stops, Jorge takes the advantage to attack the people guarding you.
"Where is she?" he yells, kicking a guy out through the van doors. "Where's Brenda?"
"Wait wait stop!" Brenda skids forward, jumping out of the other van.
More guards leap into the fight, all holding guns, and you and your friends back up with your hands raised.
"Alright everybody calm down! We're all on the same side here." The voice is distorted by the mask, and you frown in suspicion.
"What do you mean 'same side'," says Thomas, shoving a guard off him. "Who the hell are you?"
The guy pauses, thinking, then reaches up to the mask and yanks it off.
Your breath is immediately knocked out of you, and you feel ice flood your veins as you lay your eyes on the person you thought you'd never see again.
"Gally?" you rasp out.
You see the moment his calm shatters. Gally flinches at your voice, physically stumbles back as his eyes jump towards you, and he looks about as shocked as you are.
"Y-Y/n?"
You let out an unintelligible sob and run forward, jumping into his arms.
"What the- I thought you were dead," you say fervently.
"I thought I shot you," he replies, still in shock.
Gally lets out a disbelieving laugh, and you feel it in his chest. "God, I missed you." You reach up to cup his tearstained cheek, and pull him in for a kiss.
He lifts you as he kisses back, and you tighten your arms around his neck, feeling your feet lift of the ground.
"Alright, lovebirds. Oi Gally, what're we doin' with them?" calls one of the van drivers.
"I- Right, I just need to," Gally stutters towards you for a second, and you place a hand on his arm.
"Later - don't worry, we have time."
He gives you a fond smile at your understanding, looping an arm around your waist.
"Gally," groans Frypan. "Just explain, please."
"Alright, alright."
⭒----⭒
Thomas goes in to meet a guy named Lawrence, and comes out with a plan to scout the city first.
"Hey, can we have a minute before we go?" you ask Thomas.
"Yeah, of course," he replies.
Gally takes your hand and leads you into a quieter part of the building.
"I- I missed you so much," he tells you. "I never forgot you, not for a single day. I couldn't forget, thinking that I'd... that I'd killed you."
"Gally," you interrupt. "Look at me."
As he lifts his head, you pull down the collar of your shirt, all the way to the side to expose your shoulder and the scar from the bullet.
"See? Just a shoulder wound. I'm fine, and you..." you let out an incredulous huff. "I can't believe you're here. You're alive."
You reach out and brush your fingers lightly over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat through his shirt. "I thought..."
"I'm okay too, see?" He covers your hand with his own. "There's a scar there too, but that's all they are. Just marks. We're both, we're both here."
"I never stopped loving you," you tell him.
Gally smiles, and it reminds you of the old days; he only really smiled at you.
"Me too."
Hi, thanks for reading! Gally wasn't on my initial character list for tmr cause I was worried about writing him badly, but I think this came out alright :) Hope you enjoyed it!
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Finders Keepers | Gally [TMR] - Part 1
In which Gally gets soft for one of the boys in the Glade, only…is it a boy?
alternatively;
In which Mai disguises herself into a boy to fit in the Glade, only to be suspected by the keen eyes of the Builder's Keeper.
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"Enjoying life, Greenie?"
Dark eyes framed by thick lashes look up with a scowl at the said Builder's voice. And here Mai had hoped for some peace and tranquility after having spent all day out in the sun pulling out weeds and listening to Zart talk incessantly about his love of plants and whatever.
Gally stands ahead of the new boy, leaning against one of Homestead's supporting structures with the kind of grin that makes Mai want to run for it. No wonder so many new Greenies decide that the Maze is a fair chance. When Gally's out here storming through the grounds, Mai isn't quite sure that the Glade is as safe as they all make it out to be. His temper is something to be reckoned with.
Mai's been here for only over a week and to say that it's comfortable would be a lie. It feels suffocating, all the more because of the number of people cramped into the Glade.
Gally takes a step towards the Greenie and the latter freezes up for a second, inwardly screaming at him to go back where he comes from because god knows Mai does not want the peace created undisturbed. But seems that Gally doesn't read faces well, for he plonks himself down next to the new boy while pushing up his shirt sleeves currently caked with mud from all the hard work he's been doing around the Glade.
The words fall from Mai's mouth without warning, "aren't you supposed to be with your Builders?"
For a minute, Gally's eyebrows quirk up in surprise. Not a lot of people dare to stand up to him and yet, this new recruit has the kind of fire in his eyes that makes Gally smirk. Little smartass, he thinks to himself.
"I'm their Keeper, I can do whatever I want."
"Slacking off is also part of that job title?"
"You've got quite a mouth on you for a Greenie."
Mai's scowl merely deepens before he looks away. Gally's right. That's not the right way to keep a low profile here. In the Glade, hierarchy was everything and Mai is stupid to believe that Gally's interest in him excuses Mai from any sort of punishment he might have to offer.
"Sorry," Mai mutters.
Gally doesn't seem to mind, clapping a hand on the younger boy's back before he pulls himself back up, "Gotta go back to work Greenie. You coming?"
Mai grumbles but does as told, already feeling the scars on his hands where he'd been pulling out weeds all morning. He just hopes that his phase with the Garden people is just what it is - a phase. There are far more fun things to be done around the Glade and unwillingly, the Greenie casts a glance back at Gally's broad back as the latter makes his way to his newest architectural invention.
Mai feels his face flush and quickly averts his gaze, knowing full well that he needs to get a hold of himself if he wants to survive in this place.
Well, she needs to get a hold of herself.
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Lie.
Lie to them. And to yourself.
Lie, Mai.
Those were the first few words that Mai heard echoing in the back of her brain the moment she'd stepped out of the metal box. The crowd of boys around her hadn't suspected a thing, considering that she was dressed as a boy, had close-cropped hair and was so scrawny one could barely believe a female's body laid underneath. The words were so poignant, dripping with venom of instructions, that Mai had done as told. She'd lied to them all, for the sake of safety.
And maybe that was what had saved her, in the long run.
It's complicated living in a Glade full of horny boys. Mai has to be careful because every second counts. When she goes to the toilet, for example, making up the excuse that she needs to do "a big one" as she'd mutter out to the other boys while averting her gaze elsewhere. Or when she's changing, always volunteering to go pick out weeds and quickly dropping into the Runner's chambers so she could get into fresh clothes. The biggest challenge had been the showers. It was communal and most boys didn't care at all for privacy. So Mai had to wait out in the dark. No boys enjoyed bathing in utter darkness, so night time was her best opportunity. She'd wait until everyone was drowsy enough not to realize that she was gone, scrubbing down her body in milliseconds before shoving on her new clothes.
Thankfully, the boys are either too dumb or too preoccupied with dealing with what the Maze has to offer to give her attention, and for that Mai is grateful.
"So have you decided?"
She looks up from her bowl of soup freshly made by Frypan and herself -- they'd decided to put her with the said young man for the day to see how she would fare and in all honesty, Mai thinks that this is probably the first time she's felt at ease with something -- into Alby's dark eyes.
Their leader is not one that speaks for nothing, and so everything that does come out of his mouth is of some importance.
"I definitely don't want to be a Slicer," she responds with a shrug, and takes another gulp of her soup. The leader takes a seat across from hers with an amused smile, "why not? I think it's fitting."
"Shut up Alby," she scowls at him.
"Alright alright," he lifts his hands in surrender, "considering your frame, I say we make you a Cook. Frypan needs all the help he can get anyway."
"That's offensive," Mai states, "what's wrong with my size?"
"C'mon Greenie, you're like four feet tall. You can't hold or build nothing, you suck at gardening, you've got no shuck stamina. I think the kitchen's where you belong."
"Thanks Alby, really shucking inspirational."
"You're welcome." Alby grins. Someone cries out his name then, something to do with the Runners, and he hits you lightly on the arm as he stands, "right. Off to work, shank."
Mai watches as his back shrinks with more distance, and wonders whether Alby suspects something off about her — or him. She's so careful, always double or triple checking, but she can never be too sure. Is that why he's sticking her into the kitchen where he thinks girls belong?
No, you're thinking too much into it, Mai thinks to herself. It's fine, you're doing fine.
Obviously, it's not just fine.
She busies herself all afternoon working as Frypan's assistant in the kitchen. He is easy-going and makes her feel a lot better, something about his presence reassures her, even though the close cooking quarters makes moving about impossible without touching one another. That's not something that Mai feels comfortable with, so she does try her best to avoid moving in the same direction.
Tonight is pork curry from the Slicer's last batch, paired with flavored rice and some green beans from the Track-Hoes gardens. The boys are hungry by the time evening falls and Mai busies herself by serving them one another another, until the familiar clamour of metal causes the entire Glade to freeze.
It's been a week, and yet Mai is still not comfortable hearing the gates close them in every night. The same gates keeping them from the outside. The same gates trapping them in, in a world that they can't even control.
Mai's fury burns as she thinks of it.
"Hey," she turns to see the blonde, the one that looks like an elf with features so delicate that she might swoon at the look of him. He's the next in line, amused by the fact that she seems distracted.
"O—Oh. Sorry," she quickly shoves a few pieces of Pork into his plate and loads it up with the greenbeans, "here you go."
"Thanks Greenie," he cocks his head st her curiously, "how you holding up?"
Mai shrugs, embarrassed that she can't seem to recall his name even though she knows he's second-in-command, "doing alright I suppose. Alby finally figured out what to do with me."
"Yeah I think you're better suited for it than picking out weeds. Zart wasn't impressed."
"It's not my fault your weeds seem to be ten meters long." Mai protests as a flush creeps up her neck.
Newt laughs, "I'm joking Greenie. Relax. Anyway," he lifts his plate in mock salute, "thanks for this. Hope I don't choke on it."
"Well I hope you do!" Mai yells out after him, only to add after some minor reflection, "—a little bit."
After having served all Gladers, Mai takes her own plate and tries to find a seat. Alas, the task proves itself hard upon noticing that all tables are already full. There's only one place open — and that one place is by the Runner's table.
Now, it's not that Mai wants to be rude and ignore them altogether. But the Runners only bring out the particular memory of her pathetic wheeze after having run merely a mile, deeming her not fit for the said job. That embarrassment had only made Mai want to avoid the Runners altogether if she could.
But alas, fate is not on her side today. She spots the asian boy called Minho, whose eyebrows quirk up when their eyes meet. He casts a quick glance at her tray, has a look around, before he grins and beckons her over.
"Hey Greenie," he says as soon as her butt hits her seat. His dimpled smile paired with his pretty crescent moon eyes doesn't help with her heart, "thought you'd never wanna show your shuck face around us after that run."
"Some people aren't Runners. Get over it," you say it more in a mutter but loud enough that it gets the entire table into chuckles.
"Well I think you might just be the next Frypan," another Runner says, "I'm Ben by the way."
"Mai," she responds, not enjoying the way his eyes seem to flicker over her face in thought, as if he's trying to figure out what's off with her.
Because there is something off, just not the kind that they'd expect.
"Huh, Mai." Ben tries it out on his tongue. He takes another bite of his curry, "how are you liking the glade?"
"S'alright. I just wish the Builders could maybe build us actual beds instead of having hammocks."
"Oh he said it," Minho claps Mai's back so hard she almost spits out her food, thankful he hasn't noticed when he only slings an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer, "hey Gally! Greenie here has a problem with your hammocks!"
Uh oh. Mai's horror triples as she watches the said Builder stand from his seat. Numerous eyes have swayed across tables to land on her now. Gally strides towards them slowly, a predator confident in his skin, she can't help but squirm back.
He's intimidating and scary. And yet, her stomach squeezed with an unfamiliar feeling altogether.
"You got a problem with the hammocks?"
Gally's voice brings her back to reality. Mai blinks, "uhm—no, not at all—"
"That's not what you said a few seconds ago Greenie," Minho grins, "come on. Tell him. He doesn't bite."
"He might," mutters Ben from your other side.
"Uh— I was saying how comfortable the hammocks were," Mai responds with a nervous laugh, "so yeah— good job Gally."
Gally doesn't seem convinced, but a call from Alby stating that he wishes to see the Keepers thankfully breaks the attention from Mai.
"Right," Minho quickly clears the plates away, but not before ruffling Mai's hair as he does so, "I'll see you guys tomorrow. Try not to die Greenie."
Mai lets out a soft sigh as the asian boy makes a run for it, followed by Gally after having thrown her another glance. He doesn't say anything though and as the Glade slowly starts to die out — boys settling into their hammocks and others taking their turns in the showers — Mai is glad when no one seems to pay her attention in favor of sleep. No surprise there, considering how tiring they are after all this hard work.
She settles into her own hammock, tied up close to the elfin-looking blonde, and tries to get comfortable. The Maze walls look even larger as she stares up at them, her breath catching in her throat as she thinks of all the boys that have lived here for months without hope.
Mai falls asleep that night, dreaming of the what ifs and the endless possibilities of what the future might hold.
She just hopes that they'll make it out one day, hopes that the echoing voices at the back of her head are just that — voices.
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A/N: AAANd that's a wrap for the first chapter! Like I said, I'm in a TMR brainrot so don't mind me or my obsessive behaviour towards Gally in these series. And can I just say that Will Poulter has aged like fine wine. See you in the next chapter! Do let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist <3
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He's Bad, She's Worse
tmr gally x female manipulator!reader
you get between gally and some bullies.
warnings: canon typical violence, gaslighting, bullying, injury, mean!reader, protective!gally, illusions to sex / nsfw talk
A/N: peace and love to the grumpy x sunshine gally fans but i could make him worse • none of the toxicity is between gally & reader, it'll make sense when you read it • i cannot take 'shuck' and 'slinthead' seriously i refuse to write it
word count: ~1.5k
all characters & reader are 18+
you dragged yourself out of the woods, exhausted. harvest had been great today and would feed everyone in the glade for a while but god was tiring.
having done enough to leave early, you'd taken off to the trees to be by yourself for a while. it was nice to relax and recharge by yourself every now and then, without the grading voices of the other track-hoes and gardeners you worked with.
all you wanted was a cold shower and to get back to your hut in peace. you were excited for gally to get back, knowing he wouldn't be home for a few hours after you. you knew where gally's favourite shirt was. you also know how he reacted whenever he saw you in his clothes. needless to say, you may be tired but were looking forward to-
"ah, hell" you groaned.
you saw the late afternoon sun filter through the branches above you. normally this would be a gorgeous sight, one you would want to commit to memory. at the moment you just sighed, having landed flat on your back after distractedly walking in to a low hanging branch.
gally's fault, 100%.
it's not like you had any control over the fact he was so hot you couldn't think straight.
you got up, nursing your split lip and rapidly bruising black eye.
definitely his fault.
you sighed, knowing gally would work himself into a frenzy at the sight of your face- even if you were only in his shirt. he was insanely protective of you. to the rest of the gladers it was concerning how much he cared for you, but you didn't care. you loved it. you adored how much he pampered you and the princess treatment he gave you, showering you in affection any chance he could, not caring what the others thought.
you were just as passionate about him as he was about you, only you were better at reigning it in when you needed to; unlike gally. your boyfriend being the swing-first-ask-questions-later type; all brawn and no brain.
you sighed wistfully. he was perfect.
dusting off your pants, you continued your trek formulating some other plan to ensure a better night with gally than being dragged to the med-jacks.
your scheming continued as you walked until you heard voices coming from near your hut.
odd, considering you'd had gally build it as far away as reasonably possible from the gladers' sleeping quarters. he didn't complain either, considering you both wanted to be away from the other boys- most of which you couldn't stand to be around on a good day.
peeking behind a tree towards your home you felt your breath catch.
gally was on the ground sporting a bloody nose, unable to get up due to the boot to his chest. ansel, the man you now deemed number one on your shit list, on the other end of the shoe, laughing at him. his idiot partner in crime, seth, egging him on.
you were livid. they thought you were a bitch before, they haven't seen a fraction of what you could do.
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gally was pissed. the two runners sneering down at him the cherry on top of the shit day he was already having. after one of his clumsy builders broke gally's hand with a hammer and landed him in the med-jack house for the day; only to be joined later by another builder that had slipped from the roof they were building. saying he was irritated would be an understatement.
all he wanted was to see you and forget about everything and everyone else for a few hours.
getting punched in the face before he entered his own hut definitely derailed that plan by a longshot.
gally shoved ansel's boot off only for him to bring it back harder, pinning gally to the ground. "not so fast."
letting his head fall back, gally sighed through his nose. he was too tired for this.
"what do you want?"
"'what do we want?' are you stupid?" seth asked, notably a safe distance away from gally even from his place under ansel's boot.
"you think i know what you two idiots think about?" he scoffed, clearly offended. gally was probably thr most aggressive person in the glade. he could think of a laundry list of things he'd said or done that pissed people off- and that was just today. in his defence today was a lot.
ansel put more pressure on his leg. "one night in the slammer's not enough for what you did."
oh.
that.
gally's always had an issue with the two runners but it came to a head sometime last month.
he knew normally you ignored any comments and looks sent your ways by the gladers. that it didn't bother you too much either way, even if it bothered the hell out of gally. you could handle yourself well enough and most of the gladers were too scared to actually try anything, too scared of him to make any moves on his girl. but ansel and seth had been starring for far too long and made one too many comments about your chest that day that gally happened to witness.
had you told him not to worry about the comments and just brush them off? yes. multiple times. but did he ever listen? no.
resulting in the two runners in the med-jacks house for two days and gally in the slammer for the night.
not that he cared, to him it was worth it. you were his and he wouldn't let anyone get away with speaking about you like that, despite your protests. in his mind they didn't deserve to even look at you, let alone talk about you. besides, no matter how much you had scolded him afterwards, he knew you loved it if the sex you both had after was anything to go by.
he huffed, grip tightening on the leather against his chest "yeah? then take it up with alby."
"exactly boy," all boys turned towards you hearing the door to your and gally's hut creak open. "take it up with alby."
all three froze and took in the sight of you casually leaning against the doorframe with a drink in your hands.
in only his button up shirt and underwear.
"move it ansel, i prefer my boyfriend unsquashed."
gally's never moved quicker in his life; punching ansel's knee into an unnatural angle and throwing the boy off of him. ansel stayed on the ground he hit hard, hissing as he clutched his now injured knee.
gally was in front of you before you knew it, standing between you and the other gladers. you knew he was pissed that they were seeing you like this but you didn't pay it any mind. in fact you'd snuck around the back of the hut and changed specifically because you knew when gally was possessive he was terrifying, and the only thing worse than a pissed off gally was a pissed off gally between you and trouble. you recalled him once scaring thomas so bad, none of the gladers spoke to you for a week. damn, you missed silence.
gally pulled you from your train of thought as he blocked you from their view, arms crossed in front of him. you wrapped your arms around one of his skull sized biceps, pressing a kiss to it before resting your head against his shoulder. "thank you," you stated, smiling sweetly. "if you three are done with the kiddie fight-"
"hold on!" ansel shouted from his spot on the ground, seth doing his best to help the other runner stand.
gally stiffened under your touch, puffing his chest out further defensively. you stiffled a chuckle into his sleeve. you loved seeing this side of him.
"we're not done with him yet, not by a long shot." seth pointed out.
you shrugged, "okay."
"okay?"
all the were looking at you, gally more confused than the others. he trusted you and knew you well enough to know that you were up to something, he just didn't know what.
"yeah okay." you shrugged again, letting go of gally to rub his back, "whatever you do to him's gonna be nothing compared to alby'll have in store for you two."
"what the hell are you talking about?"
you smirked into gallys shoulder, moving further behind him. "just saying, alby's not gonna be too happy with you considering it was you two who attacked me when i was home alone,"
gally bit his lip to keep from bursting out laughing as ansel and seth's jaws dropped simultaneously.
so that's your angle.
god you were absolutely evil.
gally was in love.
seth was visibly sweating. "what?" he choked, "how- but we didn't touch you!"
"didn't you? i mean i have the black eye to prove it," pointing to your face you smiled sweetly before pressing another kiss to gally's shoulder as he grinned like mad in front of you. you knew he'd fuss over your eye and lip once the others were gone but he assumed if you were alright enough to put on this little show of yours he could wait until you were done to properly take care of you.
"and poor gal here got his nose broken defending me, isn't that right babe?"
he nodded instantly, starring them down "yup," he said popping the 'p.'
ansel and seth stood frozen in place, before seth erupted, almost startling you. you weren't paying attention as he shouted droning on and on about how alby respected them too much and how you were the greenie here and nobody would believe you.
he finally shut up as you sniffed, letting tears fall from your eyes with a pout on your face; gripping gally's sleeves as he instinctively wrapping his arm around your thighs from his place in front of you.
"ha!" ansel was chuckling now, "you know we're right."
he might've been laughing but now you were cackling, wiping the tears off your face. "are you though?" you smiled, "see, it's that easy." you remarked, voice saccharine sweet. even gally was stunned, what had been instant adrenaline at your distress leaving his body at the sound of your laugh as he processed your crocodile tears.
all three stood shell shocked, the two runners debating their chances. on the one hand you could be full of it, even if it was a good performance. and even with ansel's injured knee the two of them could still fight. on the other hand they were scared to see if you could fight and knew full well gally wouldn't hesitate to actually kill someone when it came to you.
you took a sip of your drink, enjoying the tense silence knowing you were the cause of it. you could practically see the gears turning in their heads. it was short lived enthusiasm as your lip pulsed painfully under the cup brim reminding you of not only your injuries, but your exhaustion.
you stood up on your tip toes, pressing a quick kiss to gally's cheek that he still had to lean down for you to reach, which he did instinctively. turning back to the door, you informed the three "as fun as this was, i'm tired so beat it or gally and i flip a coin to see who gets to scratch your names off the wall."
you weren't even all the way through the door before gally was picking you up by the waist to the sound of rapid footsteps running away from your hut.
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Distracted
The maze runner Gally x reader
Genre: fluff
A/n: Hello :) this is my first time writing for the maze runner so I hope you enjoy.
One thing seemed perfectly clear to me since the moment I arrived in the glade. Though I tried to deny it and tried to fight it. I just couldn't deny my feelings for the keeper of the builders.
It was even harder being stuck working with him. Following his orders. Helping build whatever structure it was that was needed. Even harder was being able to watch him work. Seeing his muscles ripple and his rough, calloused hands carefully carve into the wood he was working on.
Shaking my head I quickly looked back down at the pieces I was busy hammering and took a deep breath to clear my thoughts.
Even if he was the hottest person to ever grace my eyeballs with his presence. I had to stick to the rule I made for myself. No feelings. I can't get attached to anyone. Sure friends were dandy and all, but even safe in the glade it was still dangerous. I can't risk growing attached only to be hurt in the end. Plus it's not like he would even like me back.
But that can't stop me from staring as I brought my eyes to look back at Gally I realized he was no longer in my line of sight. I huffed and began to look around for him. Turning to look behind me to see him standing with his arms crossed looking down at me.
I let out a small laugh turning back and setting down my hammer. Brushing my hair from my face and placing my hands at my hips looking back at him.
"..yes?" I looked up staring at his beautiful face.
"You've been working on hammering that wood together for an hour."
"Sorry I was a little distracted." I cleared my throat.
"You were staring at me for an hour I kinda guessed that's what was wrong." He lifted an eyebrow and I knew I was blushing.
"I wasn't looking at you." I stated and huffed. Turning back around and began working again.
"The drool in the corner of your mouth says otherwise." He whispered into my ear and my eyes went wide. My breath catching in my throat.
I quickly wiped my mouth and let out a sigh and began to hammer the wood together.
"I am not drooling."
"Your a terrible liar. You just wiped your mouth. Proving my point."
".. Well shouldn't you be working!" I slammed the hammer down and turned back to him.
We stood nose to nose and I slowly bent back. Straining my neck away from him. My face growing hotter. Damn him. He was smirking and I knew he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Listen greenie I could tell from the moment you got here you had a thing for me, but you got to focus on your work and not on me."
"I do not!" I gasped and walked around him.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me back right into his chest. Letting out an umph and stepping back. I glared up at him and he stared down at me.
"Just admit it already y/n. I see you stare at me all the time. You constantly give me..bedroom eyes." He whispered the last part and looked to see if the others were still working.
I opened and closed my mouth at a lose for words. I didn't think I was so obvious, but then again I was always ogling him. Of course he would eventually notice. I guess I had made it super obvious.
"Your just nice to look at is all." I sighed and looked away from him. He dropped my arm.
"That's the only reason?" He sounded..hurt?
"No..but it's not like.. it's not like you would even like me back!" I huff and glare at him and the hurt in his eyes disappears.
"Are you dumb greenie? Your not the only one who's been staring..." He muttered and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.
"Wait.. really?" I was shocked I didn't think he would even like me back. I guess that was part of the reason I was so adamant on making sure he never knew.
"Yeah..Your just so perfect and it's not like we haven't talked. I just thought..you saw me as a friend, but your staring said otherwise. I was just nervous to say something."
"I guess I never told you, because I was afraid you wouldn't like me back..but I'm glad my staring was obvious otherwise I wouldn't be able to do this."
"Do what?" He looked at me confused and I smiled.
Gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling him down. Kissing him. It was everything I imagined and my heart was racing with adrenaline. Everything else seemed to melt away. All I could focus on was the warmth of his lips on mine and when I pulled away I reveled in the goosebumps left on my skin.
"Wow..you should stare at me more often.." Gally smiled at me and I let out a small laugh.
"You should get back to work. We can talk later.." I let go of him and he nodded. Straightening his shirt before looking at the others who had stopped to stare at the events that just took place.
"Get back to work slintheads! There isn't nothing to see here!"
I picked up the hammer and looked back over at him only for his eyes to meet mine and he gave me a small smile before continuing to work. I blushed and began to hammer more nails into the wood. Before letting my eyes slowly trail back to his figure to watch him work. God was he hot.
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As Brave As You Are (Newt x Reader) - A Maze Runner Story
As Brave As You Are (Newt x Reader)
Reader Insert: she/her pronouns
Word Count: 12,051
Warnings: death, bloody wounds, fighting, mental and physical torture, guns, suicidal thoughts and actions
Spoilers: no spoilers because the books and films came out ages ago
After helping Newt recover from his ankle injury, Y/N and Newt formed an unbreakable bond that always had them looking out for each other. When they escaped the Maze, then navigated the Scorch, they always had each other’s back. It isn’t until Y/N is captured alongside Minho by WCKD and Newt contracts the Flare that he realises how he truly feels about Y/N.
Problem is, will he rescue her in time to tell her?
Note: I'm back in my dystopian future era thanks to the new Hunger Games film so of course I had to write for my original YA crush. This piece is based on the movie series mainly. Don't get mad at me, I love the books more, but I can appreciate the storylines that came out of the path they took with the films. And if there is one thing the TMR fandom can agree on, it is that the film cast was the best cast ever for the series. So enjoy - not sorry that it's horrendously long, Newt deserves it xx
‘Medjack! Medjack, now!’
Y/N recognised it was Minho was calling for help. Clint and Jeff ran out of the med hut to see what all the commotion was. It wasn’t long before they were hurrying back inside, carrying Newt of all people between them, Minho and Alby in tow.
‘Clear the table,’ Clint ordered, and Y/N quickly followed through, practically throwing off containers, bowls and medical instruments to get Newt on there as quick as possible. Once Newt was up, Y/N finally noticed the unnatural twist in his ankle and it almost sent Frypan’s sloppy sweet potato soup right back up.
She was still pretty new to her job as a Medjack, being the greenie and all. She was the only girl in the Glade of the current twelve residents, so she was intimidated at first as to what role she could play in the place. Medjack seemed the most suitable, and she seemed to have a knack for it, having stitched up some eyebrows and cleaned up knee scrapes with ease and precision.
But even though she’d seen blood, dealt with displaced bones and joints, she still got queasy doing her job. It didn’t help that Newt was hissing through clenched teeth from the intense pain, an occasional sob passing through.
‘What happened?’ Y/N asked.
‘I don’t know,’ Minho said. ‘We split up for only five minutes. I thought we could cover more ground that way. And we’ve run that part of the Maze like a hundred times already. I thought we’d be fine…’
Clint held Newt down as Jeff and Y/N took a look at Newt’s ankle. Jeff only pressed gently with his fingers around the bone, but Newt’s responding howls confirmed the severity of the injury.
‘The bone is completely shattered,’ Jeff said grimly. ‘We’re going to need to reset his foot first though. Y/N?’
‘On it.’ She rushed to a shelf that held bandages, then to a cupboard with flat boards about shin length. She grabbed two of those before heading back to the table.
‘You’re going to have to hold him down,’ Y/N directed at Alby and Minho, gesturing to follow Clint’s efforts. Then she turned to Newt, whose face was slicked with tears and sweat as he continued to writhe in pain. ‘Newt. Newt, can you open your eyes for me? I need you to focus on me.’
To his credit, Newt opened his eyes and he didn’t look away from her.
‘Good. Good, Newt,’ she said. ‘Now, we have to realign your foot. It’s going to hurt a lot. We’ll go on three, okay?’
In the short time Y/N had known Newt – which arguably was no time at all, as he ran every day and she was in the Medjack hut all day. They didn’t interact unless he or another runner got hurt, or at dinner if only to say hello. Even so, she had come to know he liked it plain and straight, no bullshit. So, despite his pain, he took two deep, calming breaths and gave her a nod to say he was ready for what they had to do.
Y/N nodded back, then looked to the others, who had their hands braced on all Newt’s limbs. ‘Ready?’ she asked, to which they nodded in reply. Y/N gently held Newt’s ankle, eliciting a quiet whimper from the boy. ‘Okay, on three. One, two…’ She cut herself off as she slammed her hands either side the ankle bone, causing a loud cracking sound as the ankle snapped back into place.
Newt’s wail of pain must’ve been heard from across the whole Glade it was so loud. He writhed and pulled to sit up, but the boys held him down as Y/N and Jeff bandaged the two splints either side of Newt’s ankle. Jeff then dabbed a small dose of chloroform in a cloth and pressed it to Newt’s nose. Soon enough, the boy was unconscious, finally pain-free.
‘You guys go have dinner,’ Y/N said to Clint and Jeff a little while later as they were cleaning up the hut. Alby and Minho had left soon after Newt fell asleep, but it was almost dinner time now. ‘I’ll stay with Newt tonight.’
‘You sure?’ Clint asked. ‘We can do shifts if you’d prefer.’
Y/N shook her head. ‘I insist. You guys rest up. I can do this. Consider this my final test to becoming a fully-fledged Medjack.’
Jeff chuckled. ‘You have much more to learn, Greenie, but suit yourself.’
‘We’ll bring you back some food, Y/N,’ Clint said as he and Jeff left the hut, leaving Y/N to idly clean up.
Newt woke up from a dull throbbing in his ankle, which turned into a harsh pain, causing him to sit up in alarm.
‘Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,’ a voice gently said as equally gentle hands pushed him back down.
‘My ankle,’ he said, voice hoarse and dry. ‘It hurts…’
The face of the voice finally came into view: it was the Greenie. Y/N offered him a small smile as he finally recognised her. In one hand, she held a needle with clear serum. Her other she offered to his leg. ‘May I? It’ll help, I promise.’
He hesitated for a moment, but the intense pain in his ankle broke his composure as he eagerly nodded. The painkiller worked immediately, and Newt sighed with relief as the throbbing eased significantly.
’There,’ Y/N said, wiping the needle. ’That should help for a bit. Sadly, we don’t have much left for me to give you more than once a day, but I’m hoping you won’t need it beyond the end of the month.’
Confusion clouded Newt’s mind as he tried to process her words. ‘What… What happened?’ But he answered his own question as images of the Maze flashed through his mind, and he remembered it all. How he bid farewell to Minho. How he climbed as high as he could along the Maze walls. How easy it was to let go.
Then the pain fully encompassed him, and then it was just a blur. How Minho found him. How Clint and Jeff laid him on the table he realised he was still on. How angry and embarrassed he felt having his friends see him broken and miserable.
Newt managed to pull himself into a sitting position, propping a pillow behind him to cushion the hut wall. ‘How bad is it?’ he asked glumly, eyes unable to lift from his injury.
He couldn’t be bothered with pleasantries. He was too tired, and, frankly, saw no point in keeping up appearances anymore.
To her credit, Y/N seemed to pick up on his mood, saying, ‘It will heal to a point you’ll be able to walk again. But it won’t ever heal properly.’
‘You mean I’ll have a limp?’
‘Potentially.’
’So I can’t be a Runner anymore?’ Y/N didn’t reply, finally drawing Newt’s attention away from the source of his pain and to her.
Newt had only interacted with Y/N on a few occasions. Mainly at mealtimes or the odd occasion he passed her by on the way back from a run, only talking as much as greeting and farewelling one another. As the only girl so far, of course he found her intriguing, but he never had time nor a reason to get to know her.
And while he’d come to think of her as the quiet and gentle Medjack in comparison to Clint and Jeff, he didn’t see an ounce of pity on her face as she looked at him. Only quiet contemplation, as if there could be any other answer but no to his question.
‘I guess that’s up to you and Alby,’ she finally said. ‘I mean, I know what I should say is no. I’m sure Clint and Jeff will say no. But it’ll more so come down to if you want to go back in or not.’ Her eyes flickered to his ankle, sadness glazing her eyes briefly before returning to him. ‘But I think I can take a guess as to what your answer will be.’
Newt’s gut twisted with guilt and shame that she’d figured it out, and his face flushed with embarrassment and anger. ‘So, you going to tell everyone?’ he asked, words thick with hopelessness. ‘I mean, that’s your job, right? Diagnose me, then tell Alby, then the whole glade how pathetic I am?’
Y/N shook her head. ‘I think you give me too much credit. I’m not an actual doctor, you know,’ she said, coming to stand beside him. She inspected his ankle for a moment, then turned her gaze to him, and it shocked him to see such intensity in her eyes. It was as if suddenly he was the most interesting person in the world.
‘I can say it was a running accident,’ she finally concluded. ‘You can tell your truth when you’re ready. It’s not my place to take away hope when the others are so full of it right now. That includes me.’
He stared, stunned, as she packed up the last of her things by a spare medical cot at the other end of the hut. It wasn’t until she let out a loud yawn that Newt noticed it was dark outside. The silence of the Glade told him everyone else had gone to bed so it was late. Or early, he couldn’t really tell.
Y/N fluffed a sad excuse of a pillow and put it on the cot. ‘Now that I know you’re alive, are you going to be okay if I get a few minutes shut eye? I can stay up if you’d like.’
Now that the initial shock and embarrassment of the day’s events had subsided, Newt realised how exhausted he was still. ‘No, that’s okay,’ he said. ‘I think I should rest a bit more anyway.’
Y/N nodded and swung her legs up to lie down fully. Newt went to slide himself and his pillow back down to do the same when Y/N spoke again.
‘And Newt?’ she said, her voice soft and almost hesitant.
‘Yeah?’ he called back.
She was silent for so long Newt thought she’d gone to sleep. But then she spoke. ‘For the record, I don’t think you’re pathetic. For wanting it all to end, that is. I actually think what you did was really brave. You might be scared and maybe out of hope, but at least you did something about it. The rest of us can only hope to be as brave as you.’
Newt’s breath caught in his chest as it swelled with a mix of emotions. Brave? What he did was the act of a coward. Tears streamed silently down his face, both from a deep shame, but also a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time.
The rest of us can only hope to be as brave as you…
Newt had lost all hope after a year of searching for a way out and finding nothing. But she didn’t know that, and neither will the next Greenie, or the Greenie after that. Even some of the boys already in the Glade didn’t know that. That’s why they waited every day for the runners – for him – to come back with news, with a shred of hope that they’d get out of there soon.
Newt twisted himself so he could see Y/N, who was rolled away from him, her body rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep. Even if he thought it would all be hopeless in the end, some truly believed they would get out of here.
And maybe that was something worth fighting for.
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Two years on and Newt and Y/N had managed to forge something akin to a friendship.
Y/N had kept her word and said Newt had had a running accident, and he’d agreed with her for the sake of his worried friends. Y/N had also been right about his ankle; it healed to point where he could walk and do a decent jog with a limp. But he would never run again.
He was transferred to work as a Track-Hoe in the gardens with Zart. But it wasn’t all bad. As more boys arrived – never any girls much to their confusion – Newt developed a knack for leading others, for diffusing hard situations, and for wrangling the boys into line. Because of that, he was promoted to Alby’s second-in-command, which gave him more meaningful work to do than just the gardens – stuff that might actually get him and the other Gladers out of the bloody Maze.
It also meant he had more time to talk to Y/N. He would make sure to drop by once a day (and not just at mealtimes) to check in on her. For a time, he convinced himself he did that because it was his job as second-in-command to keep up group morale, and he would visit everyone in the Glade. Eventually, however, he realised it was because he genuinely enjoyed her company.
Since that night, Y/N had come out of her shell more. Still a little shy and apprehensive at times, but she would openly joke and play along with the boys’ antics. She was more confident in her work as a Medjack too, not afraid to boss Clint and Jeff around if she needed something from them.
Newt’s visits became longer, as they talked about any and all things. Aside from Alby and Minho, Newt considered Y/N one of his closest friends. And she must’ve felt the same – or at least in a similar fashion – as she entertained his thoughts about life beyond the Maze, and the rants he would go on thanks to whichever stupid shank put the fertiliser in the wrong place.
It was a friendship built on mutual respect and genuine care for one another, something that helped Newt convince Y/N to come with him and the others when they finally decided to leave the Maze. But he couldn’t help but feel a deep dread and guilt as he waited behind Thomas, knowing that Grievers were right around the corner.
While the others caught up, Newt turned to Y/N – who’d been helping him through the Maze with his limp – and offered her a spare spear he’d been carrying.
Her eyes widened at his offering. ‘I can’t take that. I can’t fight.’
‘Well, you can’t just go in there without something to protect yourself,’ he said, this time forcibly handing the spear over. Y/N clutched the spear awkwardly, and Newt saw the uncertainty in her eyes, in her trembling hands.
Newt felt bad for making her hold such a violent weapon. All her hands had ever done were help people, save them at times. Now he was asking her to kill. It was for the greater good they both knew, but to kill, nonetheless.
Newt placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and locked eyes with her. ‘Hey,’ he said softly, ‘you stay with me the whole time, do you understand? I promise you won’t have to use that unless absolute necessary.’
Y/N bit her lip to stop it trembling too, but she nodded, steeling herself in preparation for the fight ahead. Newt reciprocated the action and gave her shoulder a final squeeze before turning to face Thomas as he explained the plan.
They fought the Grievers, taking down a few while some of them took down Gladers. The Gladers were backed against the door that Teresa and Chuck were trying to open with a code. Minho shouted numbers at them as he, Newt, and the others fended off one last Griever.
Before he could finish, Minho was caught by a Griever, and Clint ran out to save him. But the Griever’s tail caught him, sending him over the edge of the walkway they fought on with one flick.
‘Clint!’
Before Newt could stop her, Y/N rushed out from behind him, spear drawn back and flying at the Griever in seconds. Not being a fighter to begin with, let alone a good one, the spear bounced off its metal leg without much effect. It did, however, alert the Griever to her presence, turning all its attention to her. Minho leapt to his feet, finally free, and ran back to the group. ‘Y/N!’ he cried as he ran. ‘Run!’
Y/N seemed to finally realise her situation, looking up at the Griever frozen with fear. The horrible creature raised its claw to end her, but Newt moved faster.
He ran as fast as he could, limp be damned, past Y/N and threw his spear at the Griever’s head. It landed true, puncturing one of the creature’s bulbous eyes, drawing a painful screech from it. Newt didn’t wait to see what it would do next, as he grabbed one of Y/N’s arms and Minho grabbed the other and ran back to the group, practically throwing her behind the front line and against the door.
Teresa finally got the door open and the Gladers tumbled in, Thomas throwing one last spear down the Griever’s throat as the doors closed.
Lights flickered on to show they were in some empty room with a door on the wall behind them leading to a corridor.
Thomas looked at the group, taking heavy breaths. ‘Everyone okay?’
‘What’s left of us, that is,’ Winston said, his tone sad and regretful.
As Newt eyed the group, he noted how many they’d lost, how little their group seemed all of a sudden.
Minho stepped ahead with Thomas, pointing towards the door. ‘Well? It’s not going to open itself.’
As Minho and Thomas led the group to the exit, Newt turned to Y/N, whose eyes had a distant look glazed over them. ‘What were you thinking?’ he asked, bringing her attention to him. ‘I told you to stay behind me. You could’ve been killed.’
‘I-I know. I’m sorry,’ she stuttered out, tears teetering in her E/C eyes. ‘I just… Clint… It all happened so fast, and I was just kind of moving before I knew what I was doing.’ She looked down at her hands then, and Newt noticed a slight tremble to them. ‘I thought I could help, but I was too slow. And I put you guys in danger too. I’m just… I’m sorry.’
Newt’s guilt came back full force then. He placed a gentle hand over her trembling one, grasping her fingers to stop their shaking. When she looked up at him confused, he just said, ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pressured you into thinking you had to fight. You won’t ever hold a weapon like that again. I promise.’
Y/N opened her mouth to object no doubt, but Newt cut her off. ‘But you have to promise me something back. Promise me that you’ll let us protect you. You can help by keeping us alive, just like you always have. But you’ve got to listen to me, you got it?’
He used his authoritative voice this time, and it seemed to work as Y/N calmed down, her unshed tears now gone.
‘Okay,’ she said, quiet but strong. ‘I promise.’
Newt nodded. ‘Good that.’ He turned to see the others leaving through the door then turned back to Y/N. ’Do you think we’d be lucky enough not to face anything else beyond those doors.’
‘I think we should consider ourselves lucky for getting this far.’ To her credit, Y/N managed a small smile as she looked up at him. ‘But why should our luck run out now?’
There it was again; the glimmer of hope Newt had felt from her since the night he injured his ankle. Newt couldn’t deny that they’d made it this far – by design or by luck, they’d made it.
And who was he to deny that things might be on the look up for them now?
Together, Y/N and Newt followed the rest of the Gladers to meet their makers.
~
‘I never thought I’d say this… but I miss the Glade.’
The group around the fire grew silent at the implication Frypan’s words had, the memories they conjured up. Y/N couldn’t help but agree as she looked into the dark sky above her, peaking from behind the crumbling pillars they took refuge under.
The sky was always so clear back in the Glade, she recalled silently. But, just like their current situation, the sky was now obscured.
The people who rescued them from the Maze were actually WCKD – the people who’d put them in the Maze in the first place. The past twelve hours had seen herself, Newt, Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Winston, and a boy named Aris find Teresa, break out of the facility, and enter the deadly Scorch. In their search for supplies, they’d been attacked by crazed, infected people, driving the group to hide where they were.
The Maze was dangerous, but it was familiar and the only home Y/N recalled ever having. Out in the Scorch, safety wasn’t guaranteed.
She looked to Winston, who laid back, his shirt pulled up to expose the bloody bandage she’d wrapped his torso in. Y/N tried not to think about the infected scratch marks underneath, and more specifically what gave them to him. The Grievers were one thing, but the things that attacked them? They used to be people.
Not wanting to sit in her thoughts anymore, Y/N stood up, brushed off her pants, and grabbed knife from their pile of weapons they’d found in the abandoned mall. ‘I’ll take first watch.’
She didn’t wait to hear if anyone objected, already walking around the stone that covered them so she was on top. To her relief, the others let her go without argument, putting out the fire and quickly settling down to sleep.
After half an hour, Y/N decided to get up and patrol around the area, knife tightly gripped in her hand and her footsteps quiet despite the sand.
There was so much of it, the sand. The lady in white – Doctor Ava Paige – had said in her video that the whole world was just desert now. The thought made Y/N yearn for the Glade even more. For the grass, and the woods, and the bonfires they used to have, and the games they played. The boys – Clint, Jeff, Alby, Gally, Chuck.
Y/N wasn’t a hateful person, but she clutched the knife tighter at the thought of all the loss they’d all suffered at the hands of WCKD.
It’s why she didn’t hesitate to follow Newt when he’d found her in her room – for some reason, she hadn’t been allowed to stay with the other girls from the other mazes just yet. It’s why they were now braving the Scorch searching for people that Thomas didn’t know even existed. They wanted a better life out from under WCKD’s thumb.
The crunch of sand had her whirling around, awkwardly poising the knife as if to attack, but she relaxed at the familiar person standing there.
Newt raised his hands in mock surrender. ‘Whoa there,’ he said, the quirk of a smile on his lips telling her he was just joking. ‘You could do some real damage if you’re not careful.’
Y/N blew out in relief, the knife dropping to her side again. ‘Thanks, but we both know that’s not the case, Newt.’
Newt shoved his hands in his jacket pocket, shrugging his shoulders as he did. ‘I don’t know, I’ve seen you with a scalpel. Absolutely terrifyingly precise with that thing.’
Y/N chuckled softly, appreciative of the distraction. But her smile dropped as she looked out into the dark cityscape. The moon hid behind clouds so Y/N couldn’t make out anything. ‘Is it pathetic that I’m scared to see what the world has become?’ she asked, not daring to raise her voice above a soft mumble.
Newt stepped up beside her, his body radiating the last remnants of heat from the fire and it warmed her slightly. ’Someone once told me that I was brave for facing my fear,’ he said after some quiet contemplation.
Y/N looked up at him confused, but he looked down at her with a knowing, smug smile. Much to her chagrin, she couldn’t help but chuckle and shake her head at him. ‘I don’t recall saying that specifically. But if that’s how you saw it, who am I to tell you that wasn’t what I meant?’
Newt hummed in agreement looking back out at the dark expanse, contemplation scrunching his brows together. ‘I’ll be honest with you, I’m scared too.’
That surprised Y/N. Newt, second-in-command, casual, leader Newt was scared? ‘You are?’
Newt nodded. ‘I’m scared that we’ve made a mistake. That Thomas is wrong and there aren’t any mountain people.’ He turned back to Y/N, the most serious she’d ever seen him. ‘I’m scared we’re going to lose more of us, and then what was our escape for? But… it’s not my place to take away hope when the others are so full of it. Including myself.’ Finally, Newt’s smile returned, and it warmed that cold pit of despair Y/N had been falling into ever since they left the WCKD facility. ‘Or, at least, I think that’s what someone very wise once told me.’
Y/N stared at him, awestruck. Hopeful. Newt was hopeful again. And she didn’t want to read into it, but she thought the knowing smile he was giving her told her that she had something to do with it. The thought alone strengthened her resolve, and she looked down at the knife in her hands, less afraid of it all of a sudden.
Y/N held it out to Newt. ’Teach me.’
He raised an eyebrow in a silent question. ‘What?’
’Teach me. How to fight,’ Y/N explained, eyes unwavering from his.
Concern flashed across Newt’s face for a brief moment. ‘Y/N, I told you, you don’t have to fight if you don’t want to.’
‘If there is one thing I’ve come to know about WCKD is that it doesn’t actually matter what I want anymore. What any of us want,’ Y/N said, feeling the most certain she’s felt in a long time. ‘The one thing we have on WCKD is that we are defiant. We escaped, and are taking away the one thing they want most of all: a chance to find a cure. So, if we’re going to have any hopes of making it to the mountains alive, I’m going to have to know how to fight. So please – teach me.’
Newt contemplated her for a moment, and Y/N just prayed he wouldn’t say no. Or even worse, laugh. Instead of doing either, he took the knife from Y/N’s hand, his fingers brushing across her palm as he did.
‘All right,’ he said, moving his feet apart to get into a fighting stance. ‘First of all, you’ve got to have a wide-ish stance, and stay light on your toes so you can control when you back away from your opponent.’
He demonstrated the movement by quickly shuffling away, always keeping his feet a certain distance apart and the knife gripped tight by his hip. ‘…and when you go into attack.’ He moved so fast Y/N didn’t see his footwork, her eyes locked on his as they bored into hers, knife poised at her neck as if he’d strike.
He stepped away and gave her the knife back. ‘You think you can do that?’
Y/N nodded and took the knife, and for the next hour Newt taught Y/N basic blocks and manoeuvres that he’d picked up from Thomas and Minho and just from basic instinct. Just like she’d been with her Medjack skills, Y/N was a quick study, performing move after move when Newt asked her to.
She impressed herself. For a natural pacifist, she wielded the knife quite fluently.
They decided to finish the session on a quick sparring match. Newt took a swipe at Y/N, and she stepped back just like Newt had taught her. She then rushed in for an attack, to which Newt threw up his own knife in time to block. Y/N anticipated the pushback and twisted out of Newt’s way as he stumbled slightly forward. While he was disorientated, Y/N gripped his wrist that controlled his knife and pointed her own into his back.
‘Looks like I win,’ she said, breathless but proud.
Y/N didn’t like the carefree scoff he gave her, followed by, ‘Are you sure?’
She doubted herself for a moment, loosening her grip enough for him to twist out of her reach, knock her knife away and bend to sweep her legs out from underneath her. Y/N landed hard, groaning at the pain in her butt as Newt looked down at her and laughed.
‘I’m glad you find my pain amusing, Newt,’ she grumbled, rubbing her sore behind.
Newt laughed for a moment longer then calmed down. But his radiant smile remained on his face, brightening the darkness surrounding them. ‘I’m sorry, love,’ he said between remaining chuckles. To his credit, he held out his hand in an offer to help her up. ’But the surprise on your face was priceless.’
Y/N contemplated his hand for a moment, whether she should just push it away or take it. Instead, an idea came to mind, and she gripped his hand tightly then pulled him to the ground with her. He landed on his stomach beside her, getting a face full of sand.
Y/N let out a loud laugh before quickly covering her mouth to stifle the relentless laughter that wished to burst from her.
Newt spat and coughed out sand as he made to sit up. ‘Well,’ he started, spitting out more sand as he looked up at Y/N, ‘I should’ve seen that coming.’
That just made Y/N laugh even harder, using now both hands to quieten the giggles. Goodness, when was the last time she’d laughed this freely? When was the last time she’d felt such joy? After everything they’d been through, Y/N was worried she’d forgotten what was like to laugh.
When she’d calmed down, she looked down to see Newt propped up on his arms looking up at her with an odd expression on his face. Like he was in awe, maybe. Whatever it was, it made Y/N acknowledge how handsome Newt had become. His baby features had faded since she’d first met him, being replaced by a lean figure and a toned jawline from working in the gardens every day for two years. And with his big brown eyes, tousled blond hair and funny accent, Y/N wondered how he had changed so much without her realising it. How she hadn’t realised he’d grown up.
The intensity with which he looked at her brought a heated blush to her face, and so she turned away into the cool night breeze, willing the blush to cool down. Newt shuffled to sit up next to her. They didn’t speak for a minute, until Newt suddenly stood up.
‘Well, um,’ he started, and for the first time since Y/N had known him, he sounded uncertain about what to say. ‘I better let you continue with your shift. At least you know how to defend yourself now.’
Y/N hastily stood up as well, making sure there was at least a step between them. ‘Yes!’ she said. ‘Thank you for that. I’ll be sure to practice.’
‘Good that.’
They looked at each other for a moment, and even though Newt said he was leaving, he made no move to leave. Maybe he doesn’t want to, she thought, and the mere possibility of that being true warmed her heart.
But he took a step away, gave her a shy smile and a small wave farewell. ‘Goodnight, Y/N.’
‘Goodnight Newt,’ she said, those two words hanging in the air long after he’d left.
As she finally woke Frypan up for his shift, she clung to the knife and went through all the manoeuvres Newt had taught her until she fell asleep.
Newt was unable to sleep until Y/N woke Frypan up to take the next watch shift, and laid down to sleep herself. Newt opened his eyes to see Y/N laying across the pit they’d dug out for the fire. She faced him on her side, and Newt noticed with curiosity that she held the knife she’d practiced with close to her chest. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, and paired with her heavy breathing, Newt figured she was completely asleep.
An odd sensation fluttered in his chest and stomach as Newt considered Y/N’s sleeping face. It was the same feeling that had fizzled in his chest when he’d looked up at her as she laughed. He couldn’t remember the last time any of them had laughed as freely as she had.
And he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked doing so – hiding her bright smile behind trembling hands, eyes narrowed but sparkling with joy.
All because of him.
He rolled onto his back then, not wanting to give the thought anymore weight. There’s no point getting your hopes up, he reminded himself. But like a moth drawn to flame, Newt couldn’t help but tilt his head to gaze upon her peacefully sleeping. An ache carved itself deep in his heart. How had he not realised her growing up, changing? Being the only girl for a long time, of course he and the others found her pretty. But now that he looked at her – really looked at her, and wasn’t concerned with his life for just a split second – he realised just how beautiful she was.
It was in her features, but also in her determination to be better for the group. It both hurt and impressed him when she asked for his help. He promised her she would never have to fight again, but things have changed drastically since the Maze.
It was in her ability to still find the joy in things, to still be able to laugh despite their situation.
It was how she believed in Thomas, in Aris, in the mountain people, even if she was scared.
‘The rest of us can only wish to be as brave as you,’ he whispered into the night, a silent promise that he’d tell her that sometime.
And with the fluttering in his chest finally easing into a calm warmth, he finally fell asleep.
~
Everything exploded with chaos as Y/N, Newt, Thomas, and Minho navigated their way through the Right Arm camp as guns fired and explosions went off.
Teresa had betrayed them. Y/N couldn’t believe it when it was revealed in front of everyone, and she still couldn’t believe it as Minho pushed her head down, sheltering her from another explosion. Teresa truly believed WCKD could find a cure, but still at the expanse of Y/N and her friends’ pain. And just when Thomas was going to blow them all sky high, Jorge and Brenda had come in like a saving grace, and that’s when all hell broke loose.
‘This way!’ Thomas yelled over the din, beckoning them behind a weapons container.
However, Minho stopped suddenly and picked up a launcher. Keep going!’ Minho called over his shoulder as he shot at WCKD soldiers around him. ‘I’m right behind you!’
Thomas and Newt reached the container, but Y/N stopped and turned at the sound of a painful cry. ‘Minho!’ she cried as her friend fell, his body convulsing from a launcher shot.
‘Y/N, no!’ Newt called after her, but she was already running back to Minho, grabbing at his jacket to drag him to safety.
But Y/N was not strong like the boys, and certainly not strong enough to move Minho in any hurry. She looked up just in time to see a launcher fire at her, then her body felt like it was on fire.
She was sure she was screaming, but she couldn’t hear anything as the electricity struck every nerve with a vicious bite. After what felt like an eternity of pain, she was granted a moment of peace as her vision went white, then in a flash was swamped by darkness.
Newt’s heart stopped when he saw Y/N shot. She convulsed as Minho had, then collapsed beside their friend unconscious. The second Y/N hit the ground, Newt found his voice again, feelings of anger and desperation clawing their way through every vein in him.
‘Y/N, no!’ His cry came out broken as he made to run to her, but a strong hand gripped the back of his jacket and pulled him back.
‘No, boys,’ Vince shouted over the din, holding both Newt and Thomas back.
‘Let me go!’ Newt protested, struggling against Vince, eyes darting between him and Y/N. ‘I need to help her! Y/N!’
But WCKD soldiers were already picking up Y/N and Minho’s unconscious bodies, dragging their feet through the red dirt and into a berg.
‘I’m sorry, son,’ Vince said, and Newt thought he sounded genuine. But that didn’t stop icy terror gripping tight on his heart as the doors began to close on Y/N, Minho, and other immunes from the Right Arm.
Thomas called for Minho, and Newt called for Y/N, but neither could do anything to help their friends as they were flown away. Back in WCKD’s clutches once again.
When the sun rose, the remaining survivors came out of hiding and began scrounging up supplies. They were moving on, Vince claiming there was nothing they could do but keep going with who and what they had left.
Newt couldn’t accept that, and neither could Thomas apparently, as he claimed he was going after Minho, Y/N and the others. Without hesitation or any further explanation, Newt was the first to sign up and join him.
And so, they went on a quest to rescuing Minho, Y/N, and as many immunes as possible. The train hijack was a huge success with immune numbers, but no Minho and no Y/N. Even so, Newt refused to accept that he’d never see either of them again. Even when they almost got killed by cranks. Even when he, Thomas, Brenda, Frypan, and Jorge were almost blown up by turret guns.
Even when he found out he was infected with the Flare.
He could feel it, his mind slowly slipping away as the Flare ate away at his sanity. He was usually level-headed and rational – it’s part of the reason he became second-in-command in the first place. Guilt and shame ate away at him as he sat on the rooftop of their hideout in the outskirts of the Last City, explaining to Thomas why he just bit his head off about being in love with Teresa.
Not that I’m one to talk, he thought as he rolled down as his sleeve, silence wrapping around him and Thomas comfortably. Newt could feel Thomas didn’t know what to say, and Newt didn’t like long silences so he broke it.
‘The crazy thing, though is…’ Newt started, a soft but sad scoff escaping him, ‘I’m not scared of dying. I used to be, back in the Maze. Because it felt like my friends were dying for no reason, without purpose. But…’ Newt looked over his shoulder, past Thomas, and to the peaking spires of the Last City. To where Y/N was being held somewhere.
‘I have something to die for now,’ Newt said, eyes never wavering from the spires.
Thomas came to sit beside Newt, a sad realisation drawing his brows and lips down. ‘You’re not just talking about Minho, are you?’ he asked.
It was how gentle and matter-of-fact Thomas spoke that had Newt’s chest tightening with fear and an immense pressure he’d been scared, until now, to acknowledge. His throat threatened to close on him as he spoke, rendering his words tight and uncontrolled. ‘I failed to protect her, Tommy,’ he managed to get out. ‘I promised I’d always protect her, and I didn’t.’
It surprised Newt how simultaneously hard and easy it was to speak about his feelings, and now that he had started, the words just flowed.
’She’s just always been there, so I never saw it coming,’ Newt continued, a melancholic smile adorning his lips as he recalls the day he met you, how you helped him with his ankle. How, since then, you’ve always been by his side, growing with him, changing with him, supporting him and everyone else around you.
’Saw what?’ Thomas asked.
‘I never saw that I could have a future after the Maze, after all of this,’ Newt explained. ‘That I would want a future… with Y/N.’ And with that, his tears finally spilled over, the pressure in his chest bursting into sobs that wracked his whole body. Newt was vaguely aware that Thomas was now holding him, and so he wrapped his arms tight around his friend, around his brother.
‘I love her, Tommy,’ Newt whispered over Thomas’ shoulder, his words obscured somewhat by his tears and holding back sobs. ‘And I’m scared I’ll never be able to tell her before I go.’
‘Hey,’ Thomas said, pushing Newt to arm’s length. He kept one hand on Newt’s shoulder and used his other to grip Newt’s neck, forcing their eyes to lock. ‘We’re going to find her – and Minho, and the other immunes. We’re going to get you that serum that helps with the Flare – as much of it as possible – and you’re going to tell her. You’re not dying. No one is dying. You hear me?’
No one could replace Alby, but the way Thomas was taking control of the situation reminded Newt of his old friend. How kind yet stern he could be. How hopeful yet pragmatic he was. It was something familiar that Newt was thankful for. He quickly calmed down, wiped away his tears and nodded at Thomas.
‘Good that,’ Thomas said, a small proud smile gracing his lips at his use of Newt’s common phrase.
Newt couldn’t help a chuckle as well. ‘Good that, indeed,’ he agreed, and followed Thomas back inside the hideout to finalise their plan to get into the WCKD facility.
…and you’re going to tell her. You’re not dying.
There was a nagging voice in the back of Newt’s head that was telling him not to believe Thomas. That Newt was going to die, or worse, turn into a crank and hurt his loved ones. That voice had followed him from the Maze, to the Scorch, and now the Last City. It was the voice that had driven him over the edge of the Maze walls all those years ago. But not anymore.
Newt had to keep hope, just as Y/N had taught him. He just had to be brave.
~
Y/N sat in the corner of her white-walled cell, hugging her knees to her chest as she rested her head on top. She’d sat there for hours, perhaps days. Y/N lost track of time after her first month in WCKD’s facility.
There were no windows, and the lights never dimmed. She pressed her eyes into her knees in the hopes of downing out the incessant white light. Her eyes ached with sleep deprivation, but she refused to sleep. The nightmares were much worse to deal with, and they always came whenever she closed her eyes.
Images of her friends dying in the Maze and the Scorch, of Grievers chasing her, of her friends turning into cranks and attacking her. Images fed to her by WCKD.
She knew they weren’t real, but she could never wake herself up in time to escape them. So, she stayed awake, knowing that she’ll have no choice but to face her nightmares when the doctors and scientists come to test on her again.
Y/N shivered at the thought of seeing another needle, of seeing her blood drained from her while WCKD turned her mind against her. When will it be enough? She might’ve lost track of time, but Y/N knew she’d been in the facility for a while now. If they hadn’t found anything by now, something told Y/N that nothing she gave would ever be enough. That included her life.
She knew Thomas and Newt would be dumb enough to come after her and Minho – that’s just the kind of people they were. Her heart ached at the thought that their efforts would be in vain.
Y/N hadn’t seen Minho since they arrived, having been separated from each other and the other immunes. Something about how they were the most promising subjects, she overheard from a scientist one time. Y/N didn’t know if Minho was alive, and if he was, what condition he was in.
But Minho was strong, the strongest of all the Gladers in Y/N’s opinion. If he was being tortured like her, he would be able to hold on. Y/N highly doubted she would last much longer.
The rest of us can only hope to be as brave as you…
Y/N wasn’t sure if Newt knew she was actually awake that first night in the Scorch, but she’d heard him, his words so soft she thought she’d dreamt it at first. But it had been real; Newt thought she was brave.
She was too dehydrated to produce tears, but an ugly sob desperately tried to escape her aching chest. She bit her lips instead, hard enough to draw a little blood, and the sob died out, leaving her body quiet except for her mind.
I’m sorry Newt, but I am not brave.
Even so, Y/N refused to crumble to WCKD anymore. They’d taken everything from her. Her life, her memories, her loved ones, her friends. Even her hope – something she so naively believed no one could take from her. They would not take her dignity.
She raised her head at the sound of her cell door unlocking, blinking a few times as bright light flooded her vision once more. Two WCKD soldiers and two scientists stood by the door, and Y/N spied a gurney just behind them.
One of the scientists – young male, maybe in his early twenties – stepped forward. ‘Time for more testing, Y/N,’ he said in a cold tone. But he had the sense to look sympathetic as his eyes roamed over Y/N as she stood up, showing how pale her S/C skin had become, how dark the circles beneath her eyes were, how the cargo pants and grey t-shirt hung off her in areas where she used to fill.
Y/N knew it was useless, but still she ran for the door, pushing past the scientists with ease despite her weakened state. However, she hit the soldiers like a brick wall, unable to fight against them as they restrained her arms and pressed her against the wall. The male scientist recovered quickly and injected her with a serum that made her drowsy enough that she wasn’t in control of her body. She was conscious as the soldiers strapped her to the gurney and the four of them wheeled her down corridor after corridor, and all she could do was watch fluorescent lights pass her by as she stared at the ceiling.
Soon enough, she was in a familiar room: the test lab.
‘It hasn’t been that long since we last tested her,’ the other scientist – a female, about the same age as her co-worker – said, her words laced with worry. ‘We put her under again, we risk losing her for good this time.’
‘I didn’t make the call,’ the male said as he continued to set up equipment around Y/N. ‘When Janson says he wants a cure, I don’t question him. Do you?’
The female didn’t answer, switching her focus to helping her co-worker. Y/N could slowly feel the serum wearing off – it was obviously only a light dose, the scientists knowing they’d put her under when they began testing.
But just as they unstrapped her to move her to the nightmare simulator, the room shook, sending Y/N rolling to the ground as glass and steel broke around her.
Sounds were muffled briefly and her vision blurred in and out of focus. She couldn’t hear what exactly the soldiers were shouting, but she saw them run out of the room alongside other soldiers. That just left her and the scientists.
Y/N flexed her fingers, the serum completely wearing off. Before she could stand though, two hands roughly grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet. ‘Come on, Y/N,’ the male scientist said, pushing her towards the machine. ‘Just one more trip under…’
Fear electrified Y/N’s every nerve. No, not again. With a desperate cry, she shoved the male into the utensils table, sending him and the tools scattering across the ground. Before he could get up, Y/N straddled his upper body and slammed his arms into the ground.
‘Get off me!’ he yelled, struggling violently beneath Y/N. He managed to twist them both around until she was the one pinned to the ground. Y/N struggled but to no avail. She was significantly weaker than she was when she was first captured and he knew that.
‘You little brat,’ he spat in her face. ‘Ungrateful, selfish immunes. Your duty is to save us all! You–’
He was cut off when he suddenly went slack, falling unconscious on top of Y/N. She scrambled out from underneath him, then looked up from the floor to find the female scientist with a syringe in her hand. She looked between her unconscious co-worker then Y/N, a scared and disbelieving expression morphing her delicate features.
‘Go,’ the scientist finally said, her voice shaky, but the resolve in her eyes told Y/N that she wouldn’t chase after her. The room – no, the whole building – shook again, and when Y/N looked out the window, she realised why.
The city outside was on fire. Buildings crumbled, and Y/n could hear the screams and cries of civilians through the broken windows. The scientist wouldn’t chase her because there was no point.
This was the end.
‘Go!’ The scientist insisted, and Y/N didn’t think twice. She picked herself up, ignoring the cuts and scraps of glass it caused her, and ran out of the room.
She ran into the corridor, ignoring the cries of soldiers and other scientists who recognised her as a subject. She didn’t know where she was going, but this was the most freedom she’d had in forever.
Then a thought came to her – Minho. She had to find him, he surely had to be alive. She would run through every floor if she had to to find him. So she ran, looking into every test lab, every storage closest, every break room on the floor.
‘Minho!’ she cried, uncaring at this point if someone heard her. She just wanted to find him. She didn’t want to die without a familiar face with her. ‘Minho, where are you?’
She rounded a corner, right into the chest of a WCKD soldier. He was caught by surprise, giving Y/N an opportunity to slam him into the wall. It was like her fear was giving her a boost of strength, as she kneed him in the groin, sending him to the ground. He dropped the pistol he was holding, and she quickly picked it up and smacked the butt over the back of his head. He fell to the floor in one last scuffle and laid unmoving as Y/N sucked in deep breaths.
‘Y/N?’
She whirled around at the familiar call of her name, only to find three other people had entered the corridor. Thomas, Minho, and Newt. Her eyes scanned over them all, heart aching with an intense relief it threatened to crush her chest. ‘Guys?’ Her voice was hoarse with disuse and exhaustion. She was surprised she even had a voice after all her screaming.
Newt stepped forward, a relieved smile gracing his lips. ‘Yeah, love,’ he said, sounding on the verge of tears. ‘It’s us.’
Y/N’s first instinct was to run into his arms, the only place she’d felt since leaving the Maze. But she took a closer look at him. He was paler than when she last saw him, almost sickly with how dark the circles under his eyes were. Crank.
She pointed the pistol at her friends, causing them to raise their hands in shock. ‘Whoa, Y/N, it’s us!’ Thomas exclaimed.
‘No,’ she said, her voice cracking ever so slightly. ‘How do I know I’m not in that simulator again? How do I know this isn’t just another test, another trial?’
‘What are you talking about, Y/N?’ Newt asked, worry crinkling his brow.
’She doesn’t trust her mind,’ Minho said, as if in explanation. ‘Boy, they really did a number on her…’
‘Shut up!’ Y/N unlocked the safety and pointed the gun at Minho. ‘You’re just trying to trick me. Make me think everything is all right. But it’s just a lie. You’re not here. You’re not here…’
Newt stepped into the firing line. ‘We are here, love. I promise, we’re really here.’
‘Newt…’ Thomas warned, but Newt remained, eyes locked on Y/N’s.
Y/N couldn’t look away from Newt. He sounded so genuine, so much more real than previous simulations. But WCKD couldn’t be trusted, and they were wearing soldier uniforms…
Her hands shook but her voice was strong. ‘Prove it,’ she said. ’Tell me something only the real Newt would know.’
Newt swallowed thickly. ‘Okay, um… You cut yourself when you tried out being a Slicer and had to have Clint and Jeff fix you up. That’s when you thought being a Medjack would be a good idea.’
‘WCKD was watching us the whole time. They would’ve seen that,’ she countered, using both hands to grip the gun.
‘Okay, okay,’ Newt said, looking away a moment to think of something else. When he finally looked back at her, he was calm once more, eyes genuine and sincere. ‘How about how I jumped off the walls of the Maze in an attempt to kill myself?’
The world around the four of them seemed to freeze, as if the world wasn’t collapsing outside. To Y/N’s knowledge, Newt had never told anyone the truth of what happened that day. It was the shocked and tragic expressions on both Minho and Thomas’ faces respectively that had Y/N loosening her grip on the gun slightly.
Newt took a small step closer, eyes never straying from her. ‘I had lost all hope of getting out of that bloody maze. So I did the one thing I could do to control the situation. But I failed.’ He stepped closer again. ‘I was embarrassed, ashamed. I was just a coward. But you healed me and told me something I will never forget. I have held onto it like a lifeline through the Maze, through the Scorch, and all the time I was looking for you.’
He took one final step towards her, unfazed at how the gun pressed hard against his chest. Now that he was so close, Y/N saw just how sick he was. He looked like the early stage victims of the Flare they’d seen in the decrepit city they’d lost Brenda and Thomas in temporarily. And while Y/N refused to believe Newt – her beloved, sweet Newt – was infected, his eyes were the same as always. Open, honest, and truthful.
‘The rest of us can only hope to be as brave as you.’
It wasn’t the fact that he knew the exact words – again, WCKD had cameras everywhere in that Maze, they would’ve heard it. It was instead the emotion tied to the words. She felt them, felt the lifeline they’d created for him in his darkest moment. He wasn’t lying, and that meant he was real.
Finally, she allowed the sob to break free as she dropped the gun and threw her arms around Newt’s neck. He breathed out in relief, bringing her closer to his chest, face pressed into her H/C hair.
‘It’s really you,’ she whimpered, grasping tighter to the person she’s always been able to rely on. The person who has always protected her and brought out the best in her. Her closest friend, her safety net, her home.
‘It is, love,’ he said into her hair, breathing her in deeply. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you before.’
‘It’s okay,’ she said, pulling away to look up at him then to the other two. ‘I can’t believe you came after us.’
‘I know right,’ Minho said, punching Thomas’ arm lightly. ‘Dumb shanks.’
‘You can berate us later,’ Thomas said, rubbing his arm. ‘Right now, we’ve got to get out of here before Lawrence brings down the whole city.’
Y/N went to ask what he meant but gripped onto Newt instead as the building shook again.
‘Come on, let’s go,’ Newt said, grabbing Y/N’s hand with one hand, and holding a launcher in the other. Together, the four of them ran to escape WCKD once and for all.
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‘Brenda!’
Y/N didn’t care about the rain of bullets and walls of fire around her as she ran for the berg. After hearing Teresa’s broadcast, she needed to get the cure back to Newt fast. Leaving him was one of the hardest things she has had to do. He wasn’t in great condition, but Thomas insisted that he’d take care of Newt. But the medicine Thomas had given Brenda all those months ago didn’t just buy her time, it had cured her completely. It could do the same for Newt.
If she could make it in time.
‘Brenda!’ Y/N cried as she spotted her friend. ‘The cure! I need the cure!’
Brenda understood, immediately retrieving one of the extra capsules Mary had made from Thomas’ blood before WCKD raided the camp. ‘Here,’ she said, passing over the injector.
‘Thanks!’ Y/N said, already sprinting back into the war zone before anyone could stop her.
She could feel it, the exhaustion, the strain she was putting her body under. Underfed and under trained, she was struggling. But she refused to stop. Newt had come all this way to find her, risked his life to get her out of WCKD’s clutches when he could’ve been administered the temporary cure and been safe on the berg already. No, Y/N refused to let him die without trying.
Minho, Brenda, Frypan, and Gally – Y/N was still shocked about that revelation, but that was for another time to discuss - followed around her, covering her with guns and other weapons as they ran through the war zone.
After an eternity of running, the group rounded a corner to find a sight that made Y/N feel like she was back in the nightmare simulator. Newt was leaning over Thomas with a knife aimed at his chest.
‘Newt, no!’ Y/N cried, running towards the two boys without thought.
Newt faced her at the call of his name, and she froze as she saw his black eyes. Dark veins branched over his skin and black blood dribbled from his chin. He was a full-blown crank now.
He raced at her, snarling as he swung the knife at her throat. She ducked just in time and rolled away as he slammed the knife down where her neck was. She quickly jumped to her feet, and despite her fatigue, muscle memory took over her legs, then her hands. That first night in the Scorch came to mind, how her and Newt sparred. The injector was her knife, and Newt her proper opponent.
‘Newt, it’s me,’ she said, slipping into her Medjack demeanour – calm and steady. ‘It’s Y/N. Please, snap out of it for a moment so I can help you.’
She thought he would run at her again, but his brows crinkled with concern and he looked at the knife in his shaky hands. He looked back at her, and the voice he spoke with broke her heart. It was a mixture of his sweet accent and a gargled croak where blood clogged his throat.
‘Y/N…’ he started. ‘Run away… Before… Before I kill you.’
The scene reminded her of the time he came in with his injured ankle. How desperate he was to fade into nothing because he was scared and ashamed of what he’d done. But just like then, she refused to be scared of him.
Y/N shook her head. ‘I’m not leaving you, Newt,’ she said. ‘None of us will.’
Newt seemed to realise there were more people than just her and Thomas, turning around to see the others. The sight of them seemed to distress him, though, as he snarled angrily and charged at her. She shuffled back as he swung at her again and again, but as she stepped back again, she tripped on something. She fell onto her back, knocking the air out of her lungs. Before she could gather herself up, Newt was on her, straddling her similar to how he had Thomas pinned before. Newt raised the knife to bring down on her but was tackled by Thomas.
They rolled for a little, then scrambled to their feet as they fought once more. This was Y/N’s only chance. She pushed herself up and ran for the boys, injector at the ready. Newt was bringing the knife forward in a wide arc that would gut Thomas when Y/N threw herself in between them, slamming the injector into Newt’s arm.
Right as his drove the knife into her stomach.
‘Y/N!’
She wasn’t sure who called her name, because all she could focus on was Newt as some of the blackness in his eyes cleared and she saw some of his gorgeous brown eyes. She also felt her body finally giving up. As if it knew that this was the end. After all the torture and pain, she had stayed alive so long for one reason. To save Newt – the boy who had been there from the start. So much so she hadn’t realised until he wasn’t there how much he meant to her. How he’d wormed his way into her heart and consumed it without her even knowing.
She gripped his hand that held the knife in her stomach, unfurled his fingers from the handle, and brought them to her chest where her heart was slowly slowing down. Her weak legs gave out, and she brought Newt down to his knees with her. She could’ve been imagining things, but she swore she saw recognition in his half-black eyes which made her smile as tears finally fell from her eyes.
‘It’s okay, Newt,’ she whispered. ‘It’s okay because… I love you.’
Her vision blurred and she finally let go of Newt as the both of them collapsed to the ground. Her breaths were short and sharp as the pain made itself known. A rush of feet thumped around her, and she had the slightest awareness that someone was moving her, but she didn’t care. She was finally at peace as darkness, at last, consumed her.
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Y/N woke to the sound of waves rolling over on sand. The first thing she saw was grey canvas, then rolled her head around to see she was lying on a cot in a small tent with tables and medical supplies similar to how her Medjack hut looked. But she wasn’t alone.
‘Oh my God.’ Brenda’s face came into focus as the girl crouched by Y/N’s cot, disbelief and relief morphing her gentle features. ‘You’re awake! You’re finally awake!’
‘Ow,’ Y/N clasped at her head at the sudden loudness. ‘Could you lower your voice please?’
‘Yes, right, sorry,’ Brenda said, but her lips split in a bright smile as she helped Y/N sit up. ‘I’m just so happy you’re okay.’
‘What happened?’ Y/N asked, all she remembered was being stabbed then falling unconscious. She pulled up her fresh linen shirt to see her wound bandaged. ‘I thought I was done for.’
‘So did all of us,’ Brenda admitted, her tone sombre as she pulled up a seat beside the cot. ‘We got you to the berg as quickly as possible and Vince got you stable, but you just weren’t waking up. It’s been a week.’
‘A week?’ Y/N made to get up but sat back down as her wound pulled in an unpleasant way.
‘Whoa, where do you think you’re going?’ Brenda asked stabilising Y/N back in her bed. ‘You’ve just come out of a coma induced by physical and mental torture. Not to mention you were stabbed.’
‘I’m fine. Trust me, I’m trained… somewhat,’ Y/N said, this time able to swing her legs over the side of her cot. Brenda didn’t try and stop her, but she did have to help Y/N when she stood. ‘Now, where is Newt?’ Brenda didn’t answer right away, and tears threatened to pool in Y/N’s eyes at what her silence could mean. ‘Brenda… Is he… Is he alive?’
Brenda, again, didn’t answer, and her face didn’t give anything away either. Instead, she just held back the flap of the tent and motioned for Y/N to exit. Y/N took cautious steps forward as she followed Brenda into a completely new place that had her staring in awe.
It was a bustling camp where sleeping quarters and other spaces were mapped out by canvas strung up on carved wood pillars and posts. Y/N spied a kitchen area where she swore she heard Frypan laughing with some others.
There was a gathering area where a giant stone stood in front of the seats. There were names carved into it, like what they used to do in the Glade. Y/N tried to make out if a certain blonde’s name was on it. She caught familiar names like Alby and Chuck, Clint and Jeff.
‘Y/N?’
She swung around to find Brenda smiling as she was joined by Thomas, Minho, and Jorge. The three of them ran at her, arms wide open to capture her in a hug.
‘You crazy shank, Minho said, laughter on his lips. ‘Look who finally decided to join the living again.’
‘And here I thought I was the lazy slinthead for sleeping for so long,’ Thomas said jokingly, pulling Y/N in for another hug. ’I’m so relieved.’
‘Welcome back, hermana,’ Jorge said, a warm smile gracing his lips as he gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder.
‘Good to be back,’ Y/N replied, smiling at the three males. ‘What happened after I thought I’d died?’
Thomas went to reply, but Minho cut in. ‘We’ll explain later. Right now, I think you should go say hi to someone else.’
Confused, Y/N followed Minho’s gaze to Brenda, who stood atop a hill and was staring over the other side of it. Y/N quickly reached Brenda’s position and followed her gaze to a large garden that people were working on. But her breath caught at the sight of a familiar blond at the edge of the gardens talking and pointing in all directions to people.
‘Hey, Newt!’ Brenda called out, causing the blond to turn around and look up. At first, he saw Brenda, but his gaze soon fell on Y/N and his whole face changed into disbelief.
With the other gardeners forgotten, he started climbing up the hill, and Y/N couldn’t wait another moment so she started walking down the hill.
They met in the middle, with Y/N standing at Newt’s height on the uphill. Neither said anything to begin with, both in disbelief and awe at who stood in front of them. Y/N looked over Newt, noting he still looked pale and somewhat sickly. But the dark veins were gone, as was the black blood and his black eyes. And the sun shone so brightly that his hair looked golden. It was as if he was never infected to begin with.
With a shaky hand, she reached out to rest her hand over his beating heart. ‘You’re alive,’ she whispered, too scared to voice it too loudly in case this was also another nightmare.
But he proved her doubts wrong as he rested his own hand on top of hers. ‘I am,’ he said, and the usual warmth of his voice truly convinced her he was real.
His face pinched suddenly with concern and guilt. ‘I’m so sorry, Y/N,’ he said, his hand tightening slightly over hers. ‘I hurt you. I almost…’
‘It’s okay,’ she interrupted, using her free hand to cradle is cheek and keep his eyes on her. ‘You didn’t. I am here, too. Looks like we both saved each other.’
To her relief Newt smiled. It was a genuine, happy smile, something she hadn’t seen on him in a long time. He nuzzled into her hand briefly, before bringing it down with his free hand so he held her hands between them.
‘Before I passed out,’ he started, ‘I remember you saying something.’
‘Oh.’ A blush heated upon her cheeks, but she refused to look away from him. ‘Right. I did say something.’
She was trying to play it cool, but as soon as his deep brown eyes fixed on her, she knew he could see right through her. But he didn’t smile smugly, he didn’t tease. He actually looked scared as his jaw clenched, fighting to find the next words to speak.
‘You said you love me,’ he finally said, words tight but hopeful. ‘Is that true?’
Y/N’s mouth dried up suddenly, constricted by all the things she wished to say but couldn’t say all at once. It’s not like she was scared, she just never thought she would live long enough to have a future, let alone one with love. One with Newt.
But she had – she had survived WCKD’s cruelty, she had survived the terrors of the old world, she had survived when so many of her friends hadn’t. And it was her duty to live her gift of a life to the fullest.
‘Yes,’ she finally said, and it was like breathing in fresh air after being underground for so long. ‘I love you, Newt. I don’t know when or how it happened, but I do. I love you.’
There was a second of hesitation, but then Newt broke out into a wide smile, and Y/N swore she saw tears brim in his eyes. He suddenly reached one hand up to cradle her neck as he pulled Y/N in for a sweet kiss that simultaneously knocked the air out of her and breathed new life into her. He held her neck and hip, and she pressed her hands against his chest, satisfied to feel his heart thundering beneath her hands. The heart that almost never beat again, the heart that had saved her over and over again.
The kiss was short but was no less breath-taking, and when they pulled apart neither could stop the smiles on their faces.
‘I love you, too,’ Newt said. ‘If that wasn’t already obvious.’
Y/N threw her head back in a hearty laugh. She slung her arms around Newt’s neck, a cheeky grin dancing across her lips. ‘I’m not so sure. Maybe we could try that again to make sure?’
‘Cheeky bugger,’ he murmured as he pressed his lips to hers again. Y/N sighed into the kiss, grasping the baby hairs at the base of his head.
They pulled apart at the sound of their friends whooping and clapping atop the hill. Y/N felt her face erupt with embarrassed heat, to which Newt laughed as she ducked her head into his chest.
‘All right, come on lovebirds!’ Minho called out. ‘Dinner’s almost ready.’
As they walked down out of sight, Y/N went to follow but was stopped by a loose grip on her wrist.
‘What is it?’ she asked as she turned back to Newt.
‘I just…’ Newt turned to the gardens below, then to the water, then to the sunset that bathed the whole camp in beautiful hues of orange, pink and purple. When he finally turned back to Y/N, she thought he couldn’t look any more handsome with that pure sunshine smile and sparkle in his eyes. ‘Thanks.’
‘For what?’ she asked.
‘For teaching me how to be brave,’ he answered.
Y/N gave his hand a squeeze. ‘You were always brave, Newt,’ she said. ‘It’s how I learned how to be brave in the first place.’
Newt squeezed her hand in return, then they walked hand in hand back up the hill and down to dinner to where their friend awaited them.
Where the lives they never imagined they’d get a chance to live awaited them.
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could we get some gally headcannons please?👀
Whatever you want to write🩷
Thank you ❤️
gally in a relationship headcanons
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finally some gally love <3 idc what anyone says, his eyebrows are beautiful. NSFW BELOW.
the glade
enemies to lovers type shit. i'm talking y'all would go as far as avoiding meal times just to avoid seeing each other.
he'd always be staring at you—from across the glade, through the bonfire, literally all the time.
sooo many interactions would end with y'all being up in each other's faces and throwing petty insults.
you'd slap him if he says anything that borders on sexism. he eventually learns what's what.
'there's a thin line between love and hate'.
other gladers would get so annoyed by how much he talks about you. his favourite excuse: "she just pisses me off so much".
but there's no excuse for jerking off to the thought of you late at night.
honestly, he would probably realise he likes you when you scull his secret recipe drink in front of him.
he'd ignore his feelings until you're the only thing on his mind and it infuriates him so fucking much.
you would be arguing one time and then suddenly he kisses you. the kiss would be aggressive, heated, and most likely up against a tree or hut.
suprisingly, his confession after would be very vulnerable and tender.
everyone is confused the next day when you're practically glued to each other's sides
gally would be very protective and borderline possessive. he'd hate it whenever other guys stare or talk about you.
would probably end up in a fistfight over it.
he'd be a rough/passionate kisser.
he'd be very into thighs. his hands are big and calloused so he'd enjoy wrapping them around the plush of your thighs, kneading the soft warm skin in his hand.
despite his gruff and harsh demeanour, he would always hold/touch you with utmost delicateness, apart from heated moments.
guards you whenever you shower.
would break so many rules for you. reluctantly, of course.
y'all know the term 'sleeper build'? that's gally. he might not seem extremely muscly at first glance, but once he starts heavy-lifting and building, his arms are legit bulging.
your first time together wouldn't be too great, but once you practice more, it gets good. like, really good.
love love loves receiving but also thoroughly enjoys making you come and knowing only he can do it.
his favourite sex position would be holding you up against a wall. he likes feeling strong.
arguments would almost always end with him taking you into the forest and fucking you against a tree.
when he gets stung, he would probably fight through the changing to tell you he loves you one last time before getting speared. oop.
the last city
when y'all reunite, you'd both collapse to the floor in each other's arms kissing and crying which surprises you. the gally you knew was not a crier or favoured public affection.
gally changed a lot since you last saw him, emotionally and physically. he is taller, more muscular, and has a more level-headed and calmer attitude.
he'd be more emotionally available and willing to be open and vulnerable with you.
the first thing y'all do when you're alone is have sex. and he even fucks differently.
the better wording would be 'make love' instead of 'fuck'.
he is much more gentle and loving and focuses on your needs wayyy more than his own. he couldn't believe how aggressive he previously was with you, how selfish he was.
he would worship your body and show you how much you really mean to him.
you would make him leave his mask on one time while y'all fuck. its hot af.
would always be touching you—an arm wrapped around your waist, holding your hand, your thighs, etc.
the hugs, man. he'd literally pick you up and engulf you in his arms. all the time. this mf had a severe epiphany and realised his love language was touch.
would always be complimenting you. "you're beautiful, you know that?", "god, you're a fucking angel.", etc
wouldn't get mad if other guys talked to or stared at you anymore. he would probably joke about it with them instead.
well, maybe he would be a little aggressive.
"yeah, ha-ha, careful or i'll throw you to the cranks".
trusts you to be able to take care of yourself but is still a major worrier, especially during the war within the city.
after arriving at the safe haven, he would build a house for you. you would enjoy watching him because, well... muscles.
all in all, gally would be an extremely different man compared to the one you first met, making your love for him stronger than it had ever been.
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hey! i just came over from tiktok, could you possibly do a gally x reader where he tries to act tough around all of the guys but (y/n) starts teasing about how sweet he actually is and he has to try and defend himself but gets all flustered over it, but can’t get mad at (y/n) cause he’s got that fat crush on her? (fem pronouns possibly please?)
Not So Tough
Pairing: Gally x fem!reader
Description: Gally has a hard exterior, but secretly melts when y/n is around.
Warnings: smooching, glade slang, idk just a lot of fluff, gally being a bit of a jerk
Words: 651
Prompt: Grumpy x Sunshine Trope
A/N: It lowkey ends kinda abruptly but OH WELL HERE YA GO
“Gally, would you please stop yelling at the rest of the builders and actually start building?” Newt called from the gardens.
“No can do, I gotta make sure everyone stays in line, that’s why you put me in charge of the builders, remember?” Gally called back, yelping soon after when one of the newer gladers dropped a piece of wood on his head. “You shank! Look what you’ve done! Dropping klunk all over the place, you should be sent to the slammer!”
“Gally, is that really any way to talk to the new guy?” Y/n jogged up to Gally from the med-jack hut where she was just supervising Clint and Jeff. Y/n was somewhat of a floater when it came to jobs. When they were testing what jobs she was good at, she was nearly good at every single one. Well, except for the slicers. Poor Winston nearly scared the girl half to death when he first came out with a machete.
“I uh- Well he dripped- I mean dropped that shucking piece of wood on me an-” Gally stammered.
“Gally, c’mon give the guy a break, he’s only been here a week,” Y/n said with a soft smile.
“Look, I’m just trying to do my job, gotta make sure everything gets done, right?” Gally said, seeming to regain his composure.
“And it will get done, you can just be a little nicer about it through,” Y/n said, placing a hand on Gally’s arm and running her fingers down his bicep.
Gally blushed. Y/n was playing him like a fiddle and she knew damn well what she was doing.
“I’ll see you at supper?” Y/n said.
“You know you’re the only one that calls it that, right? It’s dinner,” Gally snorted.
“Oh shut it, you know you love me,” Y/n said before turning over her shoulder and walking away, not before giving Gally one last smile. Gally stood there for a moment, not sure what to do with himself.
“Oi, Gally, what were you saying about making sure things get done?” Newt called, snickering to Alby.
“Oh slim it,” Gally growled. “No- you can’t hammer that in, there’s not a screw to hold it together!” He turned his attention to the Greenie.
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“Hey big guy, not interested in tackling anyone to the ground tonight?” Y/n’s voice came from above Gally.
“No, not tonight, gonna try to go to sleep early,” Gally said, getting up and trying his best to avoid y/n. But before he could leave, y/n grabbed his wrist.
“Wait- did today really bother you?” She asked, furrowing her brow.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gally broke away from her grip and tried to escape again, but she was too quick for him. She grabbed his arm again.
“You know what I’m talking about. I didn’t think it would bother you, I thought you would actually like it, y’know considering I was flirting with you.” Gally’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
“Oh my god,” Y/n laughed. “Wasn’t it obvious?”
“Kinda hard to pay attention to that when things need to get done,” Gally cleared his throat, trying his hardest to hide the smile that was forming on his face.
“Oh don’t act like you weren’t blushing the whole time you- oh my god you’re even blushing right now!” She laughed.
“Shh, no I’m not,” Gally smiled back at her, the blush returning to his cheeks.
“You are! Gally’s blushing! Gally’s blu-” Y/n called when she was cut off.
Gally’s lips crashed into hers as his hand moved to her cheeks. Y/n closed her eyes and sunk into the kiss, bringing her arms around his neck. When Gally pulled away first, y/n smiled.
“What was that for?” She breathed.
“To shut you up,” Gally smiled. He looked to her lips and back to her eyes. “And also because I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”
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TMR ; where you come from
includes ; newt, minho, winston, frypan, gally, aris, sonya, harriet, & brenda
warnings ; language
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NEWT
Maze A
long time friends to lovers type beat
so much history yet so little memories now 💔💔💔
MINHO
Maze C, you met in the cafeteria
you got wrapped up in their talk about befriending Aris and escaping
you tell each other about your mazes out in the scorch like campfire stories
WINSTON
Maze A
you worked as slicers together
losing him hurt like a bitch 💔
FRYPAN
the safe haven
you were at the right arm same time he was, you just never met til you reached the island and settled in
you bonded over food and cooking, thus beginning a friendship
GALLY
the last city rebellion group
he joined quickly after escaping WCKD
you showed him how to shoot, and all about the secret passageways you knew about around the city
ARIS
the scorch, you lead the group to Brenda & Jorge
love at first sight ass shit
he tells you all about the maze and wckd and all that
SONYA
the right arm
you helped Vince for years prior to her and Harriet arriving
instant connection, and she opens up all about the maze and wckd and how she and Harriet escaped
HARRIET
the scorch
you cautiously teamed up to get to the right arm
you, her and Sonya = badass bitches with guns group
BRENDA
Maze B, you were with Aris
she's intrigued by you
cue trauma bonding and both almost dying to the Flare
#lowkeyrobin#tmr brenda x reader#tmr gally x reader#tmr newt x reader#tmr winston x reader#tmr frypan x reader#tmr minho x reader#tmr sonya x reader#tmr harriet x reader#tmr aris x reader#the maze runner x reader#maze runner x gn reader#maze runner x reader#maze runner oneshot#the maze runner#tmr brenda#tmr gally#tmr newt#tmr minho#tmr#aris tmr
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How TMR boys would react if you called them vanilla
Aris
Stares at you for a moment
The next thing you know he's on top of you, trailing his hands down your hips
Kissing you, the only thing he changes is edging you even more than before
"And you're still going to cum every time."
Gally
Completely offended
Walks towards you, making you nervous
The next thing you know, you're screaming his name as he goes rougher than ever before
"Call me that again. I like teaching you lessons."
Minho
Looks you up and down
Walks away, leaving you confused
Then, he schedules you to run together in the Maze
Fucks you against a wall until take it back
Newt
Doesn't bring it up for a while
When you've forgotten about it one Greenie night, he takes you to his hut and rails you
Only after making you cum until your legs give out does he tell you why he did it
"Being vanilla doesn't seem to be a problem, does it love?"
#aris jones#aris x reader#gally tmr#gally x reader#minho tmr#minho x reader#newt tmr#newt x reader#tmr smut#smut related#smut#the maze runner#tmr preferences
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