Just a Touch

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. Shameless fluff, my teeth are rotting. Wouldn’t have it any other way lol Enjoy!

You and Gally were friends. That’s how it always had been, ever since he let you on his team of builders, and how you thought it always would be.

As staggering as it initially was that the rough and tough Keeper had warmed up to you, you welcomed it thoroughly.

You were comfortable in each other’s presence. Working alongside him was fun, with your lighthearted conversations and the multitude of inside jokes you had come to share. Having lunch together had become a fairly regular thing for the two of you and being in one another’s company throughout the day, even when work wasn’t involved, inevitably brought you closer.

You liked Gally very much. Admired him, even. He was strong, one of the strongest boys in the glade, which was saying a lot.

He took his job and responsibilities with utter seriousness and made sure to keep order in everything he did and everything his builders did. Whatever was made by him was sturdy, durable, safe and would probably last way longer than anyone would expect.

He was strict but he was fair. Sure, he could be a bit harsh with his criticism and you pitied any poor shank who’d find himself on the receiving end of it, but it was never undeserved.

Despite Newt’s opinion that the builders were much better with their hands than they were with their brains, you believed that was wildly false for Gally. He wasn’t dumb in any aspect. His sketches, designs and measurements were sometimes too complex for even you to understand, but he knew exactly what he was doing and he did it confidently.

As much as you enjoyed his work-focused and resilient side, his laid-back and genial one pulled you in even more. You loved seeing his boyish grins, hearing his deep laughs and snickers, watching the crease on his forehead disappear as you and him relaxed together after a long hard day.

It was also impossible not to notice how protective Gally was of you, and it wasn’t just because you were the only girl. It was because he cared. Though you already had a few months of experience working with the builders and could definitely be trusted to be left alone with your tasks, he would still keep an eye on you, just to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself.

He never let you carry anything he deemed too heavy, and every protest you had on the matter was ignored. It got a bit annoying at times, but you knew it was one of his ways of looking out for you and you couldn’t help but find it sweet.

While it was perfectly okay for him to occasionally lift you off the ground or deliver you a playful nudge, it was absolutely not okay for anyone else to try it. Whenever it looked like someone was getting a little too close, he would appear out of seemingly nowhere and immediately put a distance between you and whoever was pushing their luck. You didn’t mind it. You didn’t really want anyone except for Gally doing that kind of thing anyway.

You and him were close, you were thankful to have a friend like Gally.

Friend… He was your friend.

Just your friend.

The words that normally wouldn’t have a shadow of a doubt behind them, you now had to repeat to yourself, over and over again.

All because of one mere moment that had taken place a few days ago and refused to leave your mind since.

You and Gally had just finished putting together a new ladder and were about to head off to dinner when he suddenly stopped, his bluish-green eyes narrowing before a chuckle fell from his mouth.

“What?” Your brows propped up at him in questioning “Is there something on my face?”

He shook his head, a soft grin forming on his lips “No. Not on your face.”

And then his hand lifted, reaching to pull a spiral of sawdust out of your hair, his calloused fingers inadvertently threading through your soft locks as he did it.

It was a second. The lightest, most innocent touch. But it was at that second that you felt time stop.

You had no idea why that small gesture felt so… intimate, but it did. Your breath halted, an unfamiliar spark of warmth and excitement igniting deep within your chest as you felt blood rush to your face.

Like a gong booming through your head. Like something that had been forming, building up and simmering for months was ready to shine through, and Gally had just flipped the final switch.

His fingers were gone too quickly, the piece of sawdust floating to the ground as you momentarily locked eyes with him.

The piercing gaze that normally brought you only comfort and tranquility was now making your heartbeat quicken with an emotion you couldn’t say you had felt before. It was new, disorienting and a bit frightening. However, it was also intriguing, compelling and immensely difficult to resist.

“Hey, you alright?”

Gally’s deep voice swiftly brought you out of your trance as you managed a shaky nod before the two of you proceeded to go grab some food, all while you idly tried to ignore the hammering of your pulse.

That was the moment something in your and Gally’s relationship shifted.

Whatever that one touch of his had set off, you couldn’t shake it, and all you knew was that you wanted more of it.

The thought of romance had hardly crossed your mind before, but now every time you looked at Gally, you felt it filling your mind like a thick fog, disregarding anything your better judgement had to say about it.

Every warm feeling you had towards him had amplified, molding into something else, something beyond your control.

As you and Gally sat by each other’s side after dinner, stretching your muscles and talking about your plans for the next day, your eyes kept flickering to his face much more frequently than they used to.

His vibrant eyes, the curve of his brows, the faint freckles that dotted his skin, his lips that looked so inviting… He was handsome. Very handsome. How could you have not noticed that before…?

Your movements felt like they were being guided by some unseen force as you gingerly moved a little bit closer to him, your arm nearly brushing against his.

Gally stopped talking, his head tilting to look over to you in curiosity.

You stayed completely still, afraid to breathe as you awaited his reaction, your gaze fixated on the dancing flames of the fire you sat by.

By the sudden silence you figured he was taken aback by the closeness, but much to your relief, he didn’t seem opposed.

There was no telling what was running through his mind, what exactly he was feeling.

But when his arm moved, tentatively wrapping around your shoulders and bringing you into his side, you knew for sure what you were feeling.

The next few days passed quickly with you venturing into the new territory that laid before you and Gally.

Fleeting brushes of your fingers against his, soft nudges of your knee at lunch, your arm gently circling around his here and there.

Gally still wasn’t bold enough to initiate the contact that now felt doubtlessly more than friendly, but he never rejected or avoided it.

You realized that this was just as new to him as it was to you, so you were happy to take it at a steady pace. With every touch he returned, with every time the distance grew smaller, you felt your heart beating with unremitting hope.

Gally wasn’t pulling away. Whatever was happening between the two of you, he was leaning into it. Slowly, cautiously, but he was.

He wasn’t afraid to be alone with you.

You were on the watchtower, sitting by his side in comfortable silence, you feet dangling down as you watched the sun descend and disappear behind the giant maze walls.

He had invited you to hang out there with him before, more than once, but this time felt different.

He was close, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body as your head rested on his shoulder. Neither one of you wanted to speak first, afraid that it might disturb the serene quietude you were basking in together.

With bated breath, you trailed your fingers down to his hand, timidly tracing his rough palm before interlocking your fingers together.

Though Gally didn’t object, you could feel his form stiffen beside you, and that was enough for concern to flash across your features.

Was he uncomfortable and just couldn’t bring himself to tell you that? The thought of it worried you, you didn’t want to believe it, but you had to make sure.

Your head lifted from his shoulder as you looked up at him, searching his face for answers.

“Is everything okay…?”

Gally met your soft inquisitive gaze, giving you a firm nod “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

You shrugged, slight nervousness creeping through your veins “You seem a bit tense. I’m trying not to take it personally, but…”

Gally quickly shook his head, not letting you go on as his hold on your hand instantly tightened.

“No, no, no. It’s not you. I promise.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion “Then what is it?”

Gally huffed to himself, looking away as he struggled to find the right way to put it.

You weren’t sure what the problem was, but if you had to guess…

“Gally…” You tipped your head to the side, your eyes not leaving his face “Do you just… not like being touched?”

An unusually timid half-smile curved the corner of his mouth as he returned his gaze to you.

“I’m just not really used to it. Not like that.”

You felt your hand being given an indicative squeeze, signifying exactly what he meant.

Your features softened with an understanding smile. Of course he wasn’t used to being touched in any type of way that resembled affection. All he ever knew, just like all the other boys there, were casual claps on the back or competitive shoves in the fighting circle. This, what you were offering him, was entirely unfamiliar. He needed to be shown how nice it could feel to believe it, and you were more than willing to help him out.

Slowly, you withdrew your hand from his, only to inch upwards towards his face.

You paused there, your warm gaze lingering on his “May I?”

Gally’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his cheeks painting with pink. After a few seconds of thought, he nodded his head.

Tentatively, with all the gentleness in the world, you fingertips skimmed down his cheek in a delicate caress. A feathery light touch, but it was enough to make his mind float.

Gally’s eyes closed, his chest rising and falling evenly as he relished in the foreign but utterly pleasant sensation. A comforting warmth flourished through his body as your thumb brushed over his cheekbone, your soft palm resting on the side of his face.

He could get used to this. He could, for sure, get used to this, as long as you were the one giving him that warmth.

His breath caught in his throat as he suddenly felt a tender force press to his cheek, being gone before he could fully comprehend it.

Gally opened his eyes, finding your face just mere inches away from his, a sweet smile adorning your lips as you looked at him in a way he had never dreamed of being looked at.

The impression of your kiss burned on his cheek in the most captivating way as he reached up, his hand covering your smaller one as his heart thumped in his chest.

“You’re gonna kill me, greenie…”

His low whisper prompted a chuckle to escape your lips.

“You do know I haven’t been a greenie for about five months now, right?”

That didn’t faze the builder in the slightest, a charming grin brightening his face.

“Doesn’t matter. You’ll always be my greenie.”

A wave of heat flowed to your cheeks, your heart fluttering at his words.

Your hand lowered from Gally’s face to interlace with his calloused fingers once again, your head tucking into the crook of his neck as his muscular arm smoothly wrapped around your waist, bringing you into his hold.

One single thought occupied your mind, but in that moment, it was the only one you needed.

Hisgreenie.

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Already Gone

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. This is hurt/comfort at its finest with a sprinkle of good ole’ fluff at the end because heaven knows I can’t live without it lol Enjoy!

Silence. Nothing had ever rung louder than the blaring silence, heavy with dread and utter disbelief. All you could do was stare at the scratchy grey concrete as the loathsome sound of the doors booming to a close still echoed through the glade.

Alby. Minho. The Greenie. All three of them gone… just like that? No, it couldn’t be real, it had to be a nightmare, one you would surely wake up from at any second. There was no way the glade had just lost its leader, the Keeper of the Runners and the newbie - all in one go.

So why weren’t you waking up?

You couldn’t remember how you had managed to drag your feet away from the walls and make it to one of the benches not far from Frypan’s shack. Everything around you felt like a blur, static coursing through the air and numbing your senses.

It was already dark and still eerily quiet. Dinner time was undeniably cheerless and glum tonight, only the faint sounds of an occasional mutter or a clink of a fork just barely reaching your ears.

The glade was in shock. No one had been lost to the Maze in a very long time. In the two years that you’ve been there, you hadn’t seen it happen once, only heard stories about a dark time that haunted the memories of the ones that had been there the longest. What the hell was happening now? Just yesterday you had to say goodbye to Ben in the most gruesome circumstances imaginable. And today you were down by three more? It seemed surreal. Even though it had happened right before your very eyes, your mind couldn’t wrap around it.

Your jaw clenched, tension reverberating through your body as you shakily stood up, feeling the overpowering need to distance yourself from everything and everyone. Your limbs felt heavy, like your veins were pumping liquid iron instead of blood, as you trudged over to a desolate log, away from the others, away from the hopeless and somber whispers.

Tears were beginning to sting your eyes as your hands gripped at the rough wood beneath your palms, the scabrous ridges digging into your soft skin.

Alby was your friend, so was Minho… they both had been. You still remembered your first day in the glade, Alby’s kind gaze and comforting tone as he helped you settle in and assured you that you were safe around him, just as you were around everyone else. He had always been the one everyone knew they could turn to for support or any kind of help. He’d been the best leader anyone could have asked for. He’d been there from the start, laid foundation to making the glade into what it was now, and he’d done a great shucking job. You could hardly imagine the place without Alby, he seemed like such an integral part of it.

And Minho… though you had only ever had the chance to talk to him after work hours, his contagious smile, easy-going manner and witty sense of humor had quickly turned him into one of people you’d say you were closest to. Whenever you’d feel particularly beat after a hard day, he’d always have a joke to elevate the mood and make you believe that no matter what, tomorrow would be better.

The greenie… Thomas… though you had only known him for a couple of days, he seemed like a decent guy, even if a little too curious for his own good. What he had done, running into the maze like that, was nothing short of mad. It was practically suicide and your heart clenched at the thought of his journey ending when it had just barely begun.

A sudden weight lowering down next to you pulled you out of your spiral of anguished thoughts as you looked over to the side, attempting to blink back your misery.

Your red-rimmed eyes were met by Gally’s heavy and dreary gaze as he moved closer to you, his insides churning at the sight of his girl so utterly distraught and grief-stricken.

“How are you holding up?”

Though it did seem like a silly question to ask, all things considered, it was decidedly better than “You okay?”. Of course you weren’t okay - no one was at the moment.

Your swallowed a sob as you looked up into your boyfriend’s caring eyes, knowing he was looking for a way to bring you comfort, yet struggling to find one.

“I-I can’t believe they’re gone…” Your trembling voice uttered, another salty tear escaping the corner of your eye and rolling down your cheek. You didn’t want to break down, wanted to spare Gally the ache of watching you quake and sob without being able to help you, so you tried to keep it together as much as you could.

Gally’s gaze lowered, his muscular arm lifting to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you into the warmth of his hold as you bit the inside of your cheek, leaning into him and hiding your face in his broad chest. Quiet sniffles escaped you as he rubbed your back up and down in what he hoped was a soothing motion.

He didn’t know what to say. Truly, he didn’t. A part of him wanted to tell you that there was still a chance of Alby, Minho and the greenie making it back to the glade, but he wasn’t sure it would be right to give you false hope. No one has ever survived a night in the maze - that was the harsh reality. And there was nothing to suggest that this time would be different. Still, Gally felt like he had to say something. Even if he didn’t believe it himself.

“Maybe they’re not gone yet.” He muttered into your hair, lips pressed to your temple as you held onto him.

Your head lifted, your teary eyes meeting his once more as your chest constricted with another weak sob.

“You really think they could survive out there?”

The very implication felt impossible. The maze promised nothing but death at night, with Grievers lurking around the corners, seeking out the first chance to devour their pray. Plus, from what you had witnessed, Alby was already out and you could only guess what kind of shape Minho was in. As for Thomas… not only was he not a runner and didn’t know anything about the maze, but he had also proven himself to be on the reckless side. If he survived, it’d be a shucking miracle.

Gally exhaled a deep sigh as he looked at you, his warm thumb brushing away your tears in a gentle caress.

“I think we’ll know for sure when the doors open in the morning and not a minute sooner. So until then… there’s still hope.” He replied, trying not to let a single note of doubt falter his tone. Maybe if he said it confidently enough, he might actually attain some of that hope as well, as difficult as it was.

Despite the idea of the boys returning safe and relatively unharmed sounding more like wishful thinking, Gally’s words and deep comforting voice managed to slightly lift the massive weight of grief pushing down on you. A tiny speck of faith found its way into your heart, igniting like a lone match in a dark hallway.

You gave him a weak nod, a resemblance of a small smile touching the corner of your mouth. Gally hugged you tightly to his chest, letting you bury your face in the crook of his neck, your leftover tears dampening his skin.

No matter the awful turn of events that had led to this moment, the fear that seeped through the cracks of the maze walls, you were thankful that you at least had Gally. You had him through everything. He was your rock, your protection, your main source of happiness in this godforsaken place. If anyone had any power to make you feel better, it was him.

The tension pervading your form began fading as you allowed yourself to succumb to the warmth and safety of Gally’s arms. The builder carded his fingers through your hair, his heart thumping against yours as his closeness sheltered you from the horrors of your small and damaged world.

Whatever the next morning would bring, you believed you could handle it, so long as Gally was right there with you. Even if the the pain was only just beginning… you wouldn’t have to face it alone. You would never be alone. That much, Gally would ensure.

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Fueled by Anger

Pairing: Gally x Reader

Warning: Cussing, Violence, Blood, Angst, Fluff

Requested by:Anon

“Hi, I really love your fics! Could you please write a one shot with Gally with the prompts 8 and 17? Thank you so much!”

Soooo, it took me a minute on this one cause I restarted like three times so this is what I ended up with. I’ve been in a little bit of a writers block slump. So, I hope you like it and thanks for the request!

Prompt #8: “You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.”

Prompt #17: “You know she/he has at least five sharp blades in reaching distance right now, right?”

Ever since the maze, my life had been drastically different. Watching so many people I care about die. Watching him die. The hand full of us left had been on the run for so long I didn’t know what a decent night’s sleep felt like anymore. Even after we joined the right arm there was still little time for peaceful sleep. We were moving constantly while trying to find Minho and the rest of the immune.

I was in the back seat of a jeep as Thomas drove like a mad man. Fry was next to me while Next was in the front passenger seat. Thomas glanced at me in the mirror with a frown etched on his face. I knew what he was thinking. He hated the fact that I was the one who did all the interrogating when we got our hands on someone with the information we needed. I didn’t mind it though since I seemed to be the only one capable of doing whatever was necessary to get what we needed. I was already pretty good with hand to hand combat since.. he.. taught me back in the Glade. Then Vince taught me how to use a gun and knives.

“(Y/N), you sure about this?” Fry asked quietly from beside me.

“It’s nothing I haven’t done before Fry.” I told him keeping my eyes on the window next to me.

“Yea, but, don’t you get tired of it?” Newt asked twisting in his seat to look at me.

I shrugged as I turned to face the blonde.

“Not really, helps me channel my anger.” I said with a small smile.

“Maybe if you talked to us about Ga-” Thomas started.

“Don’t” I said through gritted teeth cutting him off.

I hadn’t said his name since the maze. I hadn’t let anyone say his name around me either. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to think about it. I would continue doing what I was doing. I didn’t need to relive that damn day. I’d rather just stab, punch, and on occasion shoot something to keep my mind occupied.

When we finally reached the small makeshift village where our new intel was we each climbed out taking in the area. It was only a few seconds later that we were surrounded. Several men armed to the teeth had their guns raised at us. I sighed stepping closer to my three friends.

“So much for a warm welcome.” I mumbled.

The four of us were dragged, pretty roughly, to one of the larger buildings. They shoved us inside where I immediately saw the man we were looking for at the far end of the room. He was sitting at the head of a table watching us intently.

“Check them for weapons.” He ordered his men.

They immediately did as they were told. Each of us were patted down. The boy’s only have a gun or a single knife. I, on the other hand, had plenty of toys. Then man frisking me kept pulling out knife after knife laying them on the table. I could see the amused smirk on my friend’s faces. The man taking my weapons looked incredibly surprised and confused. He finally stepped back thinking he was done. I smirked knowing he’d missed two of them. In a show of good faith I reached into my boot pulling out one of the twin daggers. I showed it to the man sitting at the table then tossed it on the pile with the rest of them.

“Well, that was unexpected.” Our targeted said with am amused grin.

He stood up then slowly walked over to me. I stood tall showing no emotion on my face as he circled me. He picked up some of my hair then inhaled deeply. He hummed in what sounded like satisfaction.

“Leave us” He ordered suddenly.

The boy’s moved to protest but I raised my hand and shook my head at them. They knew I had this under control. Even though they still wanted to protect me they knew I could handle myself. So the men grabbed the boys then quickly left the building leaving me alone with the man. I smirked thinking it was better this way. He stood behind me with he back pressed against my front. Before he could say a word I turned around to face him. We were so close our noses were touching. He grinned at me as his hands wrapped around my waist.

“You are a pretty little thing aren’t you?” He asked then licked his lips.

He leaned closer trying to press his lips against mine but I pressed a finger against his lips stopping him.

“How about you answer some questions for me sweet heart and I’ll do what ever you want.” I said in a breathy tone.

He smirked but his eyes turned dark. I was caught off guard as he quickly turned me around then slammed my upper body on top the table. I groaned from the forcefully impact.

“Nice try gorgeous but I’ll don’t give information away that easily.” He said in a dark tone.

I smirked as I waited for him to get closer. When he leaned over my back so close I could feel his breath on my skin I jerked my head back connecting with his face. He groaned as he stumbled backwards. I grabbed the last twin dagger hidden in my other boot then grabbed his hand twisting it violently making him drop to his knees with a howl. I kneeled in front of him quickly pressing the blade firmly against his throat.

“Should have took the easy way sweet heart.” I told him as he looked at me with fearful eyes.

He ground his teeth together.

“What do you want?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“I want to know where WCKD is. Where do they keep the immune.” I asked quietly.

He scoffed making me press the blade into his skin. He hissed as it barely broke open the skin.

“I’m a lot more scared of them than I am of you little girl.” He practically spat.

I sighed pulling the knife from his throat then shoved it back into my boot. I let go of his hand then quickly grabbed each side of his face. I pulled his head down as I lifted my knee. I yelped as I heard the satisfying crunch of bone. I let him go allowing him to fall to the floor as he clutched his face. I pulled out my knife again then grabbed him by the throat. I pulled him up into a sitting position as the door flew open. I pressed the blade right against his pulse this time.

“I would be a hell of a lot more scared of me right now sweet heart.” I told him coldly.

He raised his hand towards someone behind me then turned his bloody face to look me in the eyes.

“They call it the last city. It’s the base of their operations. That’s were they’re taking as many immunes as possible. Heavily fortified. You’ll never get inside.” He said quietly as he glared at me.

I let him go shoving my knife back in my boot.

“Thank you sweet heart you’ve been very helpful.” I told him with my best sweet smile.

The boys and I quickly gathered our weapons then left that damn place as fast as we could.

–

Even though with all our information it took us months to even get to a place where we could try. Vince was concerned about getting the ship ready to sail not waning to risk anymore lives but the boys and I knew we had to risk it. Even if it was just the four of us against an entire army we still had to try. WCKD had taken too much from all of us. Hell, I’d go in completely alone, guns blazing, if it came down to it. I hated WCKD with every fiber of my being. Each beat of my heart pulsed the fury and hatred through my veins.

–

When we reached the so called last city we had managed not to die thanks to Brenda and Jorge. Now we stood in the sand covered streets of the run down town outside of the city’s giant walls. WCKD and their damn walls. When all hell broke loose I found myself grabbed up with Thomas and Brenda then thrown in the back of a van. I was on my feet almost instantly lunging for the masked and armed men in front of me. Thomas was quick to grab my arms. He jerked me backwards causing me to land in his lap.

“Chill, (Y/N). Let’s find out was going on first then you can go all assassin if needed.” He said quietly.

I scowled but nodded. He let go of my arms then I moved to sit next to him once more. The vans came to a stop and we clambered out quickly. Jorge was beating the shit out of some guy making me smile until one of the masked men had to open his mouth.

“We’re on the same side!” The guy shouted.

His voice was muffled slightly from the mask he wore. Thomas stepped closer suddenly looking pissed.

“Same side? Who the hell are you?” He asked harshly.

The masked man sighed loudly then ripped his mask off. Everything suddenly froze as I met eyes with the man who was not a stranger at all. Those damn eyebrows. Those fucking lips. Everything came flooding back suddenly as Thomas punched him in the face. Newt pulled him off and as he got back to his feet I took off in a run. He barely registered me right before my body collided with his making him stumble backwards.

“Gally” I breathed out for the first time since I was taken from him.

He hugged me tightly to him.

“(Y/N)” He whispered into my hair.

–

I hadn’t had but a few minutes with Gally. Everything had happened so quickly. Everything was being put into place for us to get inside WCKD. As Gally and Thomas crawled out of the hole they had someone with them. They had a bag over their head which Gally ripped off. The anger flared in me instantly. I lunged forward grabbing her shirt.

“You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.” I practically growled at her.

Teresa was the last damn person I wanted to see. Hands grabbed me from behind pulling me backwards. I knew from the strong grip it was Gally. He wrapped his arms around me holding my back against his front.

“She’s here to help us.” Thomas said hesitantly.

I scoffed rolling my eyes at him.

“That bitch isn’t here to help Tommy! She already showed us her true colors!” I yelled in anger.

“Calm down (Y/N). He’s right. She’s gonna help us whether she likes it or not.” Gally said softly.

–

I stood at the table holding a cloth to the back of my neck. I was seething just being in the same room with that fucking traitor. Gally was watching me and I knew he could see the anger all over my face.

“You look like you want to murder someone.” Gally said just as Thomas, Brenda, and Teresa joined us at the table.

Fry and Newt both snorted a laugh.

“That’s cause she does.” Newt said softly glancing at the person I wanted dead.

“My hands have been twitching to wrap around the bitches throat since the day she betrayed us.” He said through clenched teeth.

Gally raised a brow as Teresa scoffed.

“Please, (Y/N), I thought of all people you would understand. You’ve always done what you felt was best for everyone.” She said softly.

I stepped forward slamming my hands on the table as I glared at her.

“No, I’ve always done what was best for me and my family. The people you betrayed.” I spat at her.

Teresa opened her mouth to say something but Thomas stopped her and shook his head.

“You know she has at least five sharp blades in reaching distance right now, right?” Fry asked with an amused grin.

I saw Gally’s surprise mirror that of Teresa’s. I leaned forward on the table towards the girl.

“And I’m not afraid to use a damn one of them.” I hissed at her.

“Okay” Gally said as he stood up.

He grabbed my arms then forced me away from everyone to the other side of the room. He let go of me to cross his arms over his chest and stare down at me.

“As hot as that was, what the hell is going on with you?” He asked quietly.

I couldn’t hold back the smirk at his words.

“I’ve been a little tense since the day I thought you died.” I said softly.

“A little?” He questioned raising a brow at me.

I chuckled softly.

“Okay, a lot, but I couldn’t talk about it. I couldn’t even say your name or let anyone else say it around me. I couldn’t think about it. So, I became this anger fueled bitch ready to beat the shit out of anyone. Especially people like Teresa. I’ve wanted to gut her for so long.” I scoffed shaking my head.

Gally sighed stepping closer to me. I instantly relaxed as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“She’s not worth it (Y/N). Save that anger for WCKD. Let it all out when we get in that city because when we’re done I’m gonna need the fun, loving, eccentric girl I fell in love with. This.. this isn’t you. I get you had to find some way to deal with everything that happened but I’m here now. You don’t have to be angry anymore.” He said softly.

I melted at his words. I wrapped my arms around his neck then finally kissed him for the first time in what felt like an eternity. When I pulled away I couldn’t help but smile.

“Did you really have that many blades in reaching distance?” He asked with an amused smile.

I laughed but nodded.

“I still do” I whispered.

“Seriously, that’s hot” He chuckled before pulling me back in for another kiss.

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He was right. During our assault on WCKD I let out as much anger as possible. By the time we left I felt a million times lighter. The fact that I was sitting next to him wrapped in his arms definitely helped. My anger may have dissipated but I was keeping these knives. Apparently Gally had a thing for them and I planned on using that to my advantage.

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Prompt: #12 - “I’m just gonna sit here and probably cry.”

“Love your blog! can you pleasee do prompt number 12 with gally where it’s at the part where everyone’s deciding to leave the glade or stay and you and gally stay, but you get sad because all your best friends like newt and thomas left and you cried the whole time as they were leaving. it’s difficult for you to process and gally your bf makes you realise he was worth staying for, and you both really love the glade because it feels like home. thank you kindly “

This was the worst moment of my life. Standing there next to Gally watching my friends, my best friends, turn their backs and walk away from us. The tears were streaming down my face staining my cheeks as I watched the scene unfold. I made my choice. I chose to stay with Gally but now that I’m watching everyone I care about walk away from me my was shattering.

“Good riddance” Gally huffed waiving a dismissive hand towards the maze.

He turned to me seeing my tear stained face then pulled me against his chest.

“It’s okay (Y/N). They chose to leave. Everything’s going to be fine.” He said softly.

I nodded trying to reassure him and myself but the pain in my chest said I might have made a mistake. Did I? Choosing my boyfriend over my friends? Choosing a life I thought would be safe? We’re those the wrong things to choose?

As the days passed I found quiet moments to cry and think over everything that had happened. I didn’t want Gally to see me cry anymore. I know he hated seeing it especially when there was nothing he could do to fix why I was crying. It just broke my heart knowing I’d never see or talk to Thomas or Newt again. I’d never eat anymore of Fry’s delicious food. I wouldn’t hear anymore of Minho’s stupid jokes. I missed them. I missed all of them. I missed the Glade being full of all our friends and family. Now it looked like a ghost town with the handful of us that are left.

I chose a tree behind what was left of the homestead today. Gally and the others were busy trying to fix and rebuild what was still standing. I leaned back against the tree trying to keep my breathing even as I felt the sadness wash over me again. I let the tears fall knowing it would be worse if I held them back.

“(Y/N)?” Gally voice made me jump.

I wiped furiously at my eyes as I heard him walk closer. He dropped something to the ground then he was kneeling in front of me. His large hands grabbed each side of my face pulling it up to look at him.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“Nothing” I sniffled and shook my head.

He gave me a flat look making me chuckle softly.

“I just can’t wrap my mind around everything. I’m terrified I made the wrong choice. I miss my friends.” She said as fresh tears fell down her cheeks.

Gally sighed as he fully sat down on the grass in front of her.

“(Y/N), I know it’s hard. Literally everything changed. I know you cared about them a lot but, hey, you still got me. The Glade is our home. It may not feel like it now but it will soon I promise. We can have everything here. We’ll be safe. We can have a future. Like a proper future. Me and you till the day we die. A family.” Gally explained softly.

I was taken back. A family? Is that what he really wanted? He leaned forward kissing me softly. When he pulled away he stood up then tried to help me to my feet but I pulled away from him. I just wasn’t in the mood.

“No Gally, I’m just gonna sit here and probably cry.” I mumbled.

“No you’re not (Y/N). I can’t just let you sit there and cry. Not on my watch baby.” He said as he reached for her again.

I huffed but let him help me to my feet. He silently pulled me behind him until we reached the middle of the Glade. He turned me around to face the broken buildings. He stood behind me with his hands resting on my upper arms. He leaned closer so he could speak quietly only to me.

“I know it doesn’t look like much right now but when we’re done it’s gonna look better than new. We’ll have a new homestead where we’ll put a meeting room and a place for new med jacks. Each of us will have our own little house to call home instead of the hammocks. They’ll be a little dining hall for us to eat in. When we are finished this place will truly be home.” Gally explained.

I turned around to face him. His hands moved to wrap around my waist pulling me closer to him.

“Me and you (Y/N). You still want that right?” He asked softly.

I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Yes, Gally. I love you and that will never change. I just didn’t know how I was suppose to deal with loosing everyone.” I shrugged.

I turned back around leaning my back against his chest. His arms stayed wrapped around me as he rested his chin on top my head.

“But I can see it now. You’re right. It’ll take time but the Glade is our home. I’d rather be here where it’s safe with you then out there where we know absolutely nothing.” I told him softly.

“You sure?” He asked quietly.

“Yes” I chuckled softly.

“I may still have moments where I miss everyone but I’ll be okay. I know I made the right choice to stay with you Gally. There’s no place I’d rather be.” I told him.

He bent down slightly to place a gentle kiss to my cheek.

“I love you (Y/N).” He said as he leaned his forehead against my temple.

“I love you Gally.” I told him.

He really was right. The more we got done the more the Glade looked and felt like home. The more we got done the more I knew my decision was the right one. The sight of cleaning the place up reminded me of how much I always loved it here. It was always so beautiful and calming here. That’s what home should be right? A place to feel safe and at ease with the ones you love. That is here. That’s the Glade.

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