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defectivevillain · 2 years

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greenie

pairing: gally x reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

word count: 2.6k! sheesh....

“Rise and shine, greenie.”

You hold a hand over your face as sunlight sears into your eyes. The sudden shift from dark, grimy elevator to bright, grassy terrain is a bit too much to handle. You push yourself backwards against the caged wall of the elevator, ignoring the jeers and laughs sounding from above. Your breaths are growing sharp and more panicked, as you begin to realize the gravity of the situation. You have no idea where you are, what you’re supposed to do. You barely remember who you are.

“What’s your name?” A voice sounds from nearby and hands grip your shoulders. You hurriedly try to push them away, but the person doesn’t budge. “Come on, greenie, what’s your name?” You finally start to process the question, only to draw a blank. What is your name? You don’t remember. You mutter as much to the person in front of you, who simply sighs and tugs you out of the elevator.

“Everyone, this is greenie,” the boy announces flatly. “Doesn’t know his name yet, poor thing.” A few guys pout and make sad faces at you, but you just roll your eyes. It’s not your fault you can’t remember. Besides, you don’t even know these people. There’s no point in taking offense.

“I’m Gally, and this is the Glade,” the boy introduces himself, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently. He gestures to the area all around you, filled with trees and grasses. You think you see a few makeshift buildings and huts off in the distance, but you can’t be sure. Gally then points at the huge stone walls towering over the area. There seems to be a break in them at every wall, leaving four entrances in total. “That over there? That’s the Maze. Don’t go in there. Now, Chuck, show greenie here the ropes. Everyone else, back to work.” You raise an eyebrow at Gally’s clear lack of enthusiasm. He seems to be the makeshift leader of the group, because no one questions his orders. There are assorted groans and mumbles, but everyone disperses and leaves the elevator area. Their retreat leaves you and a curly-haired boy, who you can only assume to be Chuck.

“Hi, I’m Chuck,” a curly-haired boy says, smiling at you reassuringly. He looks far kinder than the guy from before. You breathe a sigh of relief. “I’ll show you around.” You follow Chuck as he explains the basics of the Glade, the different roles Gladers have and some of the lingo. He’s surprisingly helpful and friendly. He eats dinner with you and offers to keep you company for the rest of the evening.

In fact, you’re just about to finish your dinner with Chuck and head back to the sleeping area when there’s a tight grip on your shoulder, preventing you from moving. You turn around, only to meet Gally’s gaze. He looks annoyed at your confusion, and tugs you forward until you’re standing on the other side of some sort of makeshift circle. The Gladers surround you from all sides. Gally crouches down and extends his hands. Suddenly, you know what is happening. He wants to fight, spar.

“No thanks,” you shake your head, taking a step backwards. Gally freezes, his eyes widening with what you can only assume to be confusion and surprise. The Gladers around you fall silent.

“What?” One of the bystanders remarks, clearly confused.

“Um, you win or whatever,” you shrug, secretly amused by the spluttering that Gally seems to be doing, even if only for a fraction of a second. The boy isn't that rattled, however, as his confusion quickly transforms into irritation. “I'm not a fighter, so you win.” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

“Get back here, greenie,” Gally seethes, walking towards you. You stand your ground, even as he stops mere inches from you and towers over you. Rage boils within you, as you dig your nails into your palms.

“That’s not my name,” you snap, a prickling feeling digging under your skin. You try to recall just what your name is, who you are. My name... My name! I remember my name! You yell out your name, making sure that the other Gladers can hear you. You take a few steps away from the crowd and clench your fists. “Don’t call me greenie. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to sleep.”

Somehow, you manage to fall asleep rather quickly. No one returns from the strange gathering and you drift off before you can begin to consider the consequences of your outburst. When you wake the next morning, everyone is busy getting ready for the day. You walk out to the impromptu dining area, grab some food and then walk around for a bit. You eventually find Chuck in the Gardens.

“Hey, Chuck,” you greet him, crouching down next to him. As of right now, you don’t have an assigned role. Instead, you were told to simply follow Chuck around and do whatever he does. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hey,” Chuck replies, a smile growing on his face. His hands are smeared with dirt and sweat beads down his forehead, but he looks content. “The Gardeners needed some help, so I’m off toilet duty for today.”

“Nice,” you huff, unable to hide your amusement. Chuck throws you a dirty look and elbows you, before showing you how to harvest the plants at your feet. It’s easy, monotonous work but it’s better than wandering around the Glade helplessly.

“You were pretty cool last night,” Chuck mutters, quietly enough that you briefly wonder if you imagined it. You decide to wait for him to elaborate. “No one has ever stood up to Gally like that before.” The herbs in his hand fall into the bucket with a thunk.

“Stood up to him?” you laugh incredulously, looking at your friend. “Chuck, I sure as hell didn’t stand up to him, I admitted defeat. He was expecting a fight and I didn’t give him one.”

“Exactly,” Chuck replies, his eyes widening as he nods at you. You’re not quite sure if you understand what he’s alluding to. Regardless, he seems to think you do. “Anyways. You should watch your back.” At your questioning gaze, he continues. “Gally’s cronies probably aren’t very happy with you. Trust me, you want to avoid drawing their attention.”

“Why don’t you stand up for yourself, Chuck?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. Chuck’s easy smile quickly falls into a frown. “I mean, you’re my friend. I don’t like seeing you just bend to other people like this.”

“I tried standing up for myself, before,” Chuck says vaguely, his tone uncharacteristically cold and emotionless. His fingers tighten around the plant he’s holding and he shoves it into the bucket at his side. “It didn’t work out well. I was thrown in the Slammer for a few days.”

“Oh,” is just about the only thing that comes out of your mouth. You have no idea what to say, what to do to rectify the situation. You had no idea that Chuck had been mistreated before. You’re somewhat at a loss for words.

“Just keep quiet,” Chuck eventually says, breaking the tense silence that had settled in the air. His head is turned, so you can’t see his expression, but you imagine he looks determined. “Don’t pull a stunt like that again.”

You nod, knowing that your voice would betray your thoughts. No promises, Chuck. After all, if your mere existence is enough to offset Gally and his crew, then you’re already doomed. With this thought in mind, you return your attention to the gardening work at hand.

Before long, it’s nighttime. Chuck and yourself are released from helping the Gardeners around dinnertime, so the two of you eat dinner together before returning to the sleeping quarters. You lie awake for a while, staring up at the dark sky. You’re feeling a bit troubled, what with Chuck’s unexpected confession and the unspoken threat that Gally could go after you. Even despite these things, your eyes slip closed and you fall asleep.

You wake the next morning to find yourself feeling surprisingly well rested. You sit on your cot for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. Your mind wanders back to your conversation with Chuck the day prior. Just keep quiet. Don’t pull a stunt like that again. You sigh, rubbing your eyes roughly before pushing yourself up to your feet.

You’re lost in thought, as you ponder the possibility of Gally or his cronies going after you. In your distracted state, you don't notice the boy sneaking up behind you, arms extended and a malicious look on his face. You don’t notice the boy until you feel a sharp, sudden pain in your jaw. You reel backwards and find yourself staring at another Glader. He looks vaguely familiar. You think you may have seen him talking to Gally before. Dread coiling in your chest, you begin to take a few steps backwards, but the boy quickly closes the distance between the two of you and punches you again. This time, you fall to the ground. The boy shoves you further into the ground, his fingers digging into your shirt collar like talons. You desperately try to shove him off, kick him, anything, but his grip remains firm.

“What the fuck?” you hiss, scrambling to push the boy off of you. He doesn’t budge, instead tightening his grip until you start to see stars. You try to claw him in the face with your nails- hell, they’re short and definitely not very sharp but that’s all you’ve got- and he lets up for a moment. Unfortunately, you’re too dizzy to push yourself back up, and the sharp planes of his body dig into you.

“Ready to die, slinthead?” Your assailant grins and the expression looks positively feral, animalistic. You gasp as you feel your airway slowly closing off. The boy’s fingers dig into the side of your neck, drawing a pained hiss from your lips. You can feel your vision darkening around the edges, and you just nearly slip off into unconsciousness when a sharp voice breaks through your pained haze.

“Enough, Ben,” a voice sounds. You blink dazedly up at the intruder, surprised to find Gally looming over you. Something in his eyes clearly frightens your assailant, Ben, who promptly scampers off. You groan and close your eyes for a moment, feeling blood dripping down your cheek. Your head is pounding and your entire body aches. You manage to push yourself up to a sitting position, only for your vision to swirl and blur around you.

“You’re pretty pathetic, greenie,” Gally remarks, staring down at you. You want to object to the accusation, but your head is spinning and the only thing you’re certain of is the pain coursing through you. All you can manage is a pained hiss. Gally exhales roughly. “Let’s go.”

You take the extended hand and he pulls you up. You stumble a bit but manage to right your balance. Gally looks at you for a long moment, before shaking his head and wrapping an arm around your waist. He leads you out of the quarters and towards the Med-jacks. The journey is painstakingly long and awkward. You feel your exhaustion beginning to catch up to you within a few steps. Evidently, Gally notices too, because he stops for a moment.

“Shuck, greenie, you’re practically dead weight,” Gally says, his fingers digging into your side. You try to push your legs forward, but your limbs lock and refuse to move. The trees and grass begin to blur together, and Gally’s face twists upside down as you plummet to the ground. The last thing you see before your vision fades to black is the surprised expression on his face.

You waver between unconsciousness and a dazed sort of wakefulness for a while. Even when you feel close to being awake, your limbs won’t move and your eyes won’t open. You hear the voices of the Med-jacks and a person you think to be Gally several times, but you’re entirely unable to say anything to them.

Eventually, you manage to blink your eyes open, fighting desperately against the weary fatigue that seems to pull at your very bones. You take a deep breath, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through your neck.

“Finally.” An unfamiliar voice sounds.

“What?” You question, glancing at the edge of the room. A Med-jack lingers just outside the doorway, a relieved expression on his face. He bustles around in the room for a few moments, before grabbing a bandage and turning his attention to your face.

“You’ve been out of it for a few days,” the Med-jack says, bandaging your cheek and then poking at your jawbone. You wince at the contact and he sighs, pulling out a cloth and wiping the area. “Gally’s been insufferable ever since he brought you here.” You're not quite sure what that means, so you push it to the back of your mind. When he's finished treating your wound, the Med-jack walks away to grab something and you push yourself up to sit. You’re almost off the bed when the Med-jack returns. He groans loudly.

“Gally said you were stubborn, but I didn't think it was this bad...” The Med-jack mutters to himself. You pretend not to hear that. He squints at you for a moment before evidently coming to some sort of conclusion. “Hey, Jeff. Can you watch him? I’m going to go get Gally.”

“You got it,” a voice- evidently the other Med-jack, Jeff- says. Jeff enters the room and lingers in the corner, glaring at you as you make even the smallest movements to breathe, drink water, or do anything else. You grimace.

An immeasurable amount of time later, Gally comes storming in. He looks incredibly angry, almost furious, for some reason. You blink at him in confusion, but he doesn't offer any words to explain his reaction. You’re suddenly brutally aware of the Med-jacks standing off to the side, eyes flitting between the two of you. You glare at Jeff and he sighs, grabbing the other Med-jack by the arm and leaving the room.

To your surprise, their departure still doesn’t convince Gally to speak. He remains irritatingly silent as he walks closer to you, until he’s standing at the side of your bed. You squint at him, waiting for him to talk. It’s evident there’s something on his mind- if the conflicted expression on his face is anything to go by. He takes a few steps to close the distance between you.

“I hate that you’re so stubborn,” Gally hisses, shoving you back into the pillows behind you. You’re too lost to try to resist. Instead, you simply stare at him in confusion. “I hate that you’re here, with that stupid smile on your face and that stupid look in your eyes.”

You blink at him, your mind taking an eternity to process what he’s saying. Moreover, it doesn’t make sense. Nothing’s adding up, nothing’s clicking. It sounds like a bunch of jumbled words. “What?”

“Just shut up,” Gally snaps, leaning forward and positively towering over you. You gulp, preparing yourself for another brutal beating. He leans impossibly closer and you flinch in reflex. Gally makes a strange growling noise in the back of his throat and smashes your lips together. It’s fierce, definitely, but it’s not unwanted. Your fingers tangle in his hair and his hands slip down to bracket your waist. Just as the kiss deepens, the door makes a loud banging sound as it hits the wall. You and Gally quickly break apart. You let go of Gally, but he doesn’t relinquish his grip on your shoulders.

The Med-jacks exchange a look and grimace. Jeff puts a hand over his eyes and Clint groans, muttering something about confidentiality. You watch them leave with amusement. Gally releases his death grip on your shirt collar and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re going to be the death of me, greenie.”

This snippet.... I had no intentions of writing it at all. I just had the idea and then... boom. I have to admit, I haven’t interacted with any Maze Runner media in a while, so I was a bit rusty. I heavily utilized the Maze Runner Wiki for the Glader slang and other terms. I think it ended up working out, though. :0

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funnyexel · 1 month

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he's obsessed (yandere blurb)

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moonyswritinq · 19 days

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howdy! i recently stumbled upon your account and saw that your requests were open. i have a small request for a newt x m!reader one-shot. feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like you're up for it 👍

maybe one where the reader has longer hair, and is a runner, as the weather's gotten warmer it's starting to become more of a chore when it comes to maintaining it so he asks newt to help him cut it? it can be as silly or goofy as you want, platonic or romantic is up to you.

i hope you're having a great day and enjoying the fall weather

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if the haircut fits — newt x male reader

❝ IF THE HAIRCUT FITS ❞

Thank you so much for the request, Bat. So sorry it took so long to finish, and I kind of ran away with this one, but I hope you enjoy!

SYNOPSIS ➢ As summer started to creep into the Glade, the sun’s rays had been hitting you much harder than usual; your hair, especially, have been more of a nuisance. Your solution? Get one of your closest friends to cut it for you. But losing the weight of your hair made you want to get rid of some weight off your chest, as well.

PAIRING ➢ newt x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ friends to lovers, kissing, touching, banter, light insults sexual innuendoes, fluff, slight hurt/comfort, mentions of eating, mentions of drinking, slight violence (a slap), mentions of body, no use of y/n

WORD COUNT ➢ 7.3 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ I like to keep any image of the reader’s body out of my writing, but in this he’s implied to be well built, but not explicitly mentioned. The hair may also be more of a non-black standard, since I’m not sure exactly how black hair behaves in this situation, but I tried to keep it as vague as possible. I’m sure there are also a lot of inaccuracies in this concerning the Glade, such as the weather and the sun and the lake, but for the sake of this fic it works like I say it does — I am the author and therefore, God.

The air had gotten warmer recently. You’d noticed it only a few days ago, when your breath hadn’t exhaled in a cloud of white smoke and your neck had started to sweat after a full day of running in the Maze. The weather didn’t exactly respond to how the seasons—that on some level your subconscious knew existed—worked, but it changed all the same. It had only gotten warmer, and quickly, too. With the sun bearing down on from overhead, the air was chokingly warm, your skin practically dripping with sweat and the ends of your hair clinging to your neck. It had grown long during the past few months and while it was a comfort in the colder weather, strands of it now hung uncomfortably in your eyes despite your best attempts to pull it back into a knot.

Minho walked just in front of you through the gates of the Maze and entered the green forestry of the Glade. The walls closed right behind you and in spite of the late hour of the day the sun still shone bright in the sky. He was just as eager to take cover from it under the cool shade of the Glade’s woods as to throw himself into the equally cool lake. You ran up beside him, patting him on the shoulder.

“This weather,” he grunted, wiping the palms of his hands on his trousers. They left tracks of sweat. “I swear it’s got something against us.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a sigh. You peeled your drenched shirt from your skin, pulling it over your head in an attempt to ease some of the warmth. It didn’t made much of a difference.

Minho threw you a sideway glance as you walked across the green fields. “Eager to show your body off?”

You threw your head back in a bark, sidestepping so you would walk backwards to face him. Your hands spread as your head tilted with conviction.

“You’d want to show off your body too if it looked like this,” you said. Minho couldn’t help but smile at your comment, shaking his head in exasperation. You turned around to walk beside him normally again.

As the two of you made your way to the lake, you passed the gardens and its track-hoes, Newt being one among them. Despite the fact that he was second in command, he liked the calming repetitiveness of caring for vegetables and flowers. He’d told you one late night when you’d found him sitting by himself, staring up at the night sky, and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. Now, his eyes met yours in an instant, as if he’d known exactly where you were. As if he’d been watching you for some while, and waiting for you to notice. Your stomach flipped at his unashamed staring, nervous under the gaze, as your mind drew a blank. Quickly, you rearranged your mouth into a smirk, to which he shook his head out of his stunned stupor and continued with his task, but you could tell his mind wasn’t present as his eyes kept jumping back and forth.

Minho saw your smug smile and hit you across the chest, hard enough to cause you to stumble. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Newt cover his mouth from something that looked like a chuckle and you glared back at Minho’s now-smug smile. He just tilted his head and kept walking to the cover of the trees.

“You can flirt with Newt later,” he said. “Let’s go wash off.”

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone! Let alone Newt.”

“Whatever, man.”

You grumbled something unintelligible, which he ignored, as you walked together to the lake on the other side of the Glade. It was a rather long walk, but the time in the trees’ shade cooled you down nicely. Reaching the lake, the water was darkening with the passing of the sun, seeming almost more ominous now than inviting. You found a few other Gladers there already, some of them laying by the bank with their shirts discarded and the rest of them submerged in the water. Minho wasted no time removing his shirt and running into the dark water. You discarded your earlier thoughts and quickly followed suit, pulling your hair from its knot and jumping into the lake with a splash that earned you an ugly glare from a Glader nearby. Minho shared the glare and slapped the water hard, sending it flying in your direction.

“Shankhead,” he muttered.

You only laughed and leant backwards, fully submerging your body under the dark water. Your muscles relaxed and let the water carry you out further in the lake, effectively cooling you down. This was exactly what you needed after a warm and exhausting day; your head under the water, your hair spread around you like the halo of some angel—if an angel could be trapped in a maze. The cold water felt like a blanket across your mind, quieting your thoughts down to a tenth of their usual volume. There were few things that could calm you like this.

The peace didn’t last long, though, as Minho’s hand suddenly closed over your arm and dragged you above surface.

“What?” you spit at him.

He cocked his head to the end of the lake and when you turned your head you saw Newt’s figure walking closer, his hands in the pockets of his trousers. You immediately tried to stand up, but forgot you were too far out, and instead of touching the sand you sunk deeper in the water with a splutter. Again, you broke the surface with a gasp and a flail of your arms, struggling to wipe your hair out of your eyes. Minho was unsurprisingly unhelpful, barking out his laugh at your unfortunate. You glared at him and swam to the bank where Newt stood waiting. It was only then that you noticed a lot of the other boys were gone or also on their way from the lake.

“Smooth,” Newt commented when you reached him.

“Shut up.”

He nodded his head to the woods behind him. “Dinnertime’s soon. Reckoned I’d go get you.”

“I am honoured your lordship would bother thinking of little ol’ me,” you smiled. He only rolled his eyes.

Your steps brought you up further, the water splashing around your knees. Newt’s arms were crossed over his chest as he leant on one foot, waiting for you to reach him. You noticed that he adamantly kept his eyes fixated on a spot just above your head, refusing to glance at any part of your body that was currently on display. A part of you sparked with amusement. Minho stepped out just behind you and went over to retrieve your clothes, throwing your shirt and boots at you.

“Thanks,” you bit at him, just barely avoiding one hitting your head.

He flashed you with a smug smirk as he pulled his shirt over his head, immediately causing wet spots to bloom wherever it touched his skin directly. “My pleasure,” he said and started walking back to the huts, through the now-dark forest.

The sun had settled quickly and long shadows now stretched before you as you turned to walk into the forest. Newt followed suit, staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Not going to put on your shirt?” he asked.

You turned your head to catch Newt’s gaze sweeping across your figure. It filled you with a strange satisfaction to see him checking you out. When he noticed that you’d caught him, he immediately looked away, his posture suddenly stiff. His cheeks were definitely redder than they had been before, although it was difficult to tell in the darkening light. Your lips tugged into something resembling a smile.

“Why? Does it bother you?”

Newt scoffed and met your gaze defiantly underneath his golden fringe. “No. I just don’t want your stupid arse to get sick.”

Your smile widened. “Oh, really? Do you happen to care for me, Newt?”

“I am not admitting that,” he said and rolled his eyes. His tone was suspiciously even, as if it took everything in him not to check you out again. “I’m only saying it’d be be more trouble than you’re worth to get you healthy again.”

His brown eyes met yours, obstructed with a few strands. You had the urge to reach out and pull them away, to see his eyes more clearly, but instead you sent him a simple smile and nudged him lightly with your elbow. “Okay, you have your priorities clear,” you said.

“Just go get ready, won’t you?” His glare was enough to send shivers down your spine and his hands started to turn your body in the direction of the huts, now already having reached the end of the woods. “See what I told you? You’re already getting cold!”

“Fine,” you drawled with your hands up in defence, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ll see you at the bonfire.”

He lifted his hand in half a wave and swiftly turned away from you, walking to where the others had begun to gather by the fire. Sometimes you forgot he had hurt his leg—it had happened before you arrived in the Glade—but looking at him now his limp was evident in his step. You lingered a moment longer to watch his hair glow in the contrast from the fire, vaguely resembling the sun in an eclipse. You found the view almost poetic, entrancing you in its picturesque aestheticism. It reminded you of Icarus flying too close to the sun, you standing by, helpless to aid him in his downfall, inevitably and irrevocably fated to meet his doom. You weren’t sure where the thought or the name had come from, but ancient knowledge seemed to lord over you in a cloud of mystery.

“Go!” called Newt suddenly over his shoulder. He met your eye with a quirk of his brow and for a second his eyes seemed to draw you into the depths of his soul, but then you blinked and the feeling was gone.

“Going!” you jumped out of your daze to call back and quickly turned to make your way to the huts. How he had known you’d stayed put you didn’t know, but didn’t question further. You rushed to your cot to grab a change of clean clothes and a towel to dry off with, even though most of the water had already dried and cooled your skin with the night’s chill. Still, your hair hung heavy with water, wetting the new shirt you put on. You groaned as you tried to wipe it with the towel, but to no avail. The only downsides to having long hair was it took forever to dry. It would have to warm by the fire.

You changed into the warm pair of trousers and put on your boots. Still, your damp hair felt cold against your skin, which would have been nice if the temperature didn’t drop so suddenly as soon as the sun was gone. You hurried to the fire, the air enveloping you into its warm grasp, eyes already searching for the familiar blonde boy. A lot of the Gladers were milling about, eating the good food Frypan had cooked up or drinking some of the incredibly strong spirit you knew Newt fancied. Someone was laughing loudly nearby but you ignored it in favour of searching for the quiet spot you knew you would find him by. When your eyes settled on him, sitting on a log with a drink in his hand and a plate on his knee, your hand reflexively made its way to pull back your bangs from your eyes. Warmth settled in your stomach that was equally familiar.

“Don’t worry, you look good,” came Minho’s voice beside you. You shot him a glare and removed your fingers from your hair, still itching to pull it away. “Not that your ego needs the boost.”

“Not what I was concerned with,” you said. You swallowed. “But thanks.”

Minho grinned. Your lips lifted into an answering grin and Minho nudged you towards the fire. “Go get ‘em.”

You frowned at him, pretending not to understand what he meant, before shaking your head and walking towards where Newt was sitting. His gaze lifted as you approached and you felt your stomach flipping, not uncomfortably.

“So, he can wear a shirt? Was starting to believe you weren’t capable of it,” said Newt, lowering his drink from his lips.

“Yeah,” you answered with a sheepish grin.

You sat down next to him on the log and reached over to nick a few pieces of his fruit. Newt immediately leant away, lifting the plate away from your reach.

“Woah--oi, hey! Don’t take my food! Get your bloody own from Frypan,” he grumbled, settling you with a glare. You recognised the glint in his eye though, the one that told you he wasn’t entirely serious. His eyes shone in the firelight, softening the longer you stayed quiet, and his lips even started to turn up. At the sight of it, yours did as well. He always knew how to bring out your mischievous side.

“Your food tastes much better.”

“It’s exactly the same.”

You shook your head. “No, by its mere proximity to you, the food is better.”

Newt rolled his eyes and placed his plate back on his knee, where your hand quickly snatched away the remainder of his fruit. He only sighed and took a long sip from his drink, pretending to ignore your staring at him. Finally, he lowered his glass and met your gaze with a sigh.

“What?” asked Newt, tone as flat as he could manage to make it in your presence.

Your lips tugged into a smile. “Nothing,” you said and glanced away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Newt swiftly turn to you before you felt a nudge against your side, almost pushing you off balance. You cried out and reached towards him to stabilise yourself, sending him the harshest glare you could muster in spite of the laughter that was waiting in your throat. He met it with a glare of his own while ignoring your hands on his arm and shoulder, which suddenly felt too hot to the touch. Blood rushed to your cheeks.

“Nothing,” you repeated, avoiding his gaze. You were forced to let go of him with a clearing of your throat, conscious of your cold hands. You became too aware of your hair brushing your cheek, annoyingly tickling your skin. Before you could move, Newt’s hand had reached out to brush it away. Your breath hitched in your throat and you were unable to rip your eyes away from his.

“Sorry,” he said bashfully and withdrew it, curling it into an uncertain fist.

You smiled. “No, no, it’s okay. It’s getting too long,” you mumbled, your hands moving as if with a mind of their own to fiddle with the longer strands of your hair.

“I could help you, you know?” spoke Newt, drawing your gaze to him. He seemed not to have noticed your flustered state or he chose to ignore it. You hoped it was the former.

You frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

His voice broke as he opened his mouth to speak, but he cleared his throat and nodded to your head.“I could help cut your hair.”

“Really?” you asked, surprise evident in your voice. You supposed cutting weeds while gardening got him familiar around shears.

“I mean, yeah, sure,” said Newt. “Reckon I’d do a better job than anything you’d manage, anyway.”

Your head whipped to the side, mouth open in indignation. “That’s foul!”

His lips tugged into a grin and he lifted an eyebrow with the argument. “Am I wrong?” Your eyes swept over his own hair, which you assumed he’d cut himself, and pursed your lips in contemplation. It looked good. He looked good. Especially in that light, when the fire casted a golden aura that settled around his head like a halo. It effortlessly managed to draw your attention to every shift in his movement.

“No,” you finally grumbled, again tugging at a strand.

His hand reached out to tuck the stray strand of your hair away, and in doing so pushed away your own. The short moment of contact made your breath stutter and come out in a short burst. Newt met your gaze with a smile. It felt different than before, none of his usual amusement visible in his gaze. Instead, there now hung a heavy silence over the both of you, despite the loud chatter and laughter of those who had gathered by the fire. You were so close to him that you could count the lashes on his eyes. His gaze, which usually swirled with the pain and frustration that served as a reminder that Newt was capable of more than he let on, was now void of that. There was only curiosity and something softer that you couldn’t describe to be found. Newt must have felt your breath on his hand by now were it not for you holding it in anticipation. As if suddenly realising it, he blinked and leant away from you, his hand falling down at your side. Your breathing returned to normal as you tried to keep the warmth rushing to your cheeks at bay, trying in vain to ignore how close you two had just been. It was too dark for you to see if he was feeling the same way, or he was just too good at hiding it, but it didn’t keep you from scrutinising his face for any clues.

“Take a sick day tomorrow, meet me by the gardens,” he said after a few minutes of silently staring into the fire. His voice was level, as if he hadn’t been caressing your cheek only moments before.

You tried to match his nonchalance and arched an eyebrow. “Minho will murder me.”

Newt cocked his head. “Let that be on my head.”

“Fine,” you said and stood up with a groan, feeling the stretch of your muscles from the day’s run. Newt followed your movement, meeting your eye as you pointed an accusing finger at him. “On your head, be it.”

Newt nodded, sending a smirk your way. You stepped away from him and made your way to Frypan. As you grabbed a few sandwiches, Gally sneaked up by your side, swiping one of the sandwiches in your hand.

“Got tired of flirting, huh?” he chuckled.

You glared at him and bit into your sandwich. “Shut up.”

He smirked smugly. “It’s plain as day, Greeny.”

“You’re worse than Minho,” you grumbled. Your finger lifted to point in his direction. “And stop calling me that, I haven’t been Greeny for a year.”

His mocking laughter followed you as you walked away from the fire towards the huts, shaking your head. A few Gladers had followed your trail of thought, also deigning to go to bed early. You fell into your sleeping cot with your feet kicked up and a deep sigh escaping your lips. Your mind couldn’t keep from trailing back to the sight of Newt by the fire, his brown eyes shining along with his smug smirk. A groan fought through your throat as you rubbed your eyes in frustration.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Newt. On the contrary, you liked him a lot. He was kind and funny and witty and smart and always knew how to both make you laugh and trample on your nerves to get you furious with him. But you didn’t fancy him, no matter how much Minho and Gally liked to imply it. He just had a special way to worm his way into your thoughts and then burrow there. For days after an interaction, you would think of how he looked at you a certain way or how he would accidentally touch you while brushing past.

It drove you insane, how easily Newt could get inside your mind.

And how easily he could stir up the warmth inside your stomach and make it rush to your cheeks with only a simple gesture. You had found yourself trying to hide your cheeks when around him too often lately and you were sure he had noticed, but only given you the curtesy of not commenting on it.

“Fuck,” you groaned again and turned over in your cot, your hair prickling your skin with reminder of what tomorrow would bring.

It was difficult to distract your mind from Newt long enough to settle down. Eventually, you managed to fall into a restless sleep, filled with the muddled dreams of red sunlight bouncing off of bluish marble, almost creating the illusion of moving water. You saw the reflection of your form against the stone below you but before you had the chance to take it all in, a hand had clasped your own and another drawn you in by your waist. When you looked up, it was the face of none other than the person you had previously been trying to forget, although you could not fathom why at that moment. Newt. His warm smile calmed you down and you allowed him to lead you into the first steps of a waltz. How you had learnt it you didn’t question, but just followed his captivating eyes and trusted him to catch you if you fell. Those same eyes were gazing into yours, big and brown and with the same curiosity that had gazed on you earlier that day. Only now, you allowed yourself to get lost in the sight of them, to be entranced by their deep swirling darkness. Right when Newt had stretched his arm out and sent you into a light spin, and his hand was ready to welcome you back into his embrace, had his expression changed from one of bliss to one of chock and disgust. You halted, frowning at his actions, before following his line of sight and reaching a hand up to the top of your head. To your horror, all your hair had suddenly vanished. Panic rose through you, clawing blindly at your empty head, wanting to escape from this, from everything, from Newt’s hateful glance. You took a step and tried another but caught the only small imperfection in the marble that caused you to stumble, falling down, down, and down… waiting for the ground to hit you.

What came instead was a slap on your chin, harsh enough to force you awake.

“Ngh— fuck,” you croaked, blinking drowsily. Your vision cleared up as you squinted at your assailant, recognising the judging stare immediately. “Come on, man.”

The sun had barely come up again over the tall walls guarding the Glade when Minho had deigned to make you a visit. That time was usually when you would get ready for your run in the Maze. Apparently, Newt had not said anything to Minho which made you let out a deep groan. Minho was staring down at your messy form, his arms crossed over his chest with a harsh stare pinning you to your place. He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow.

“Anyone tell you you’re an ugly sleeper?” he asked, a sickly sweet smile on his lips.

“No, I’m adorable,” you stated, trying to sit up as best as you could. “I’m taking a day off. I’m sick.” You punctuated your words with the best fake cough you could muster.

Minho looked unconvinced. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am,” you countered. When he raised an eyebrow you sighed in defeat. “Okay, I’m not sick. But I’m still taking a day off. If you want to argue, take it up with Newt. He’s got senior on you. And we both know you won’t miss me today.”

Minho’s breath released in a sharp burst as he contemplated your words. Finally, he let his arms fall to his side. “Fine,” he said, but raised a finger to point at you. “But you better have a damn good reason as to why you’re staying here today.”

You shot him a smile. “A damn good reason.”

He rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. “I will miss you, by the way,” he called over his shoulder. Then, he added, with a smug smirk, “Sweetheart.”

It was then your turn to roll your eyes as a bark of laughter forced itself out your throat. You rubbed your face from sleep, trying to get rid of your sluggishness. As you were already awake, you figured you could just as well get up to meet Newt a little earlier. It wouldn’t be long until the rest of the Gladers woke up, anyway.

Minho and the rest of the Runners were already by the Maze’s walls. You could see their figures in the distance as the gates started to open with a loud rumble, one that you could feel shaking the earth beneath your feet. You shook your head and stretched your limbs, feeling them pop and crack individually. Minho liked to be up and early with his runs, but you were glad to get a day off to rest. You turned to your things, changing into a clean pair of clothes and put your hair up, mostly out of autonomy. Last time you would do that for a while, you figured.

Newt’s cot was among one of the empty ones, so you assumed he would have already gone to Frypan’s station to get breakfast. You made your way over there, spotting his slumped figure immediately. He jumped when you dropped down beside him, nicking an apple from his plate.

“Could you maybe get your own food for once?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow. You smiled through your amusement, slowly chewing on the fruit. You swallowed with an exaggerated motion, sending him a sickly sweet smile.

“No,” you said. He rolled his eyes while taking a mouthful of his scrambled eggs, ignoring your presence in the process.

“Remind me again why I needed to take the whole day?” you asked. “Hopefully, Minho won’t feel as murder-y when he gets back later as how he felt this morning.”

You saw the corner of his lip lift into what you imagined to be a smile. Smug bastard.

“My art takes time,” he eventually answered, turning to you. “I want it to look good.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I already look good.”

“And I want you to stay that way.” Newt shot a meaningful glance at the other Gladers, which had you wincing. Some of them could benefit from a more skilful haircut, you must admit.

“Fine.”

“Besides,” he said, “it’s easier when the sun is at its highest. Less chance for me to fuck it up then.”

Newt smiled at you, but his words indicated an underlying threat, one that had you smiling back in amusement. He really loved pushing your buttons. It didn’t help that you actually were concerned about your hair being fucked up—not that you would consider yourself a vain person, but you knew how much someone’s looks could be diminished because of a bad haircut. And your thoughts ran to the dream you’d had; was it a nightmare or a premonition?

You scratched your neck, conscious of the hair touching your skin. “You know what? I’m actually not so certain about this.”

Newt sighed and pinned his gaze on you. “I see you swatting your hair away all the time,” he said, exasperation shining through annoyance. “It’s clearly annoying you.”

His words made something in you flip. “Are you saying that you notice me all the time, then?” you asked with a smug smile, unable to keep your amusement at bay for long.

He ignored your question. “I’m not going to fuck it up, mate.” When you sent him a sceptical glare he sighed again, and asked, “What are you so afraid of? Don’t you trust my skills?”

Your lips tugged in earnest for a moment, before again settling into their smug familiarity. “I guess I’m just scared you’ll find me less attractive if I cut my hair.” You blinked through your eyelashes, meeting Newt’s incredulous gaze. “I mean, what if the whole reason you like me is because of my handsome hair?”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed, turning to look down at his plate.

“So you admit you do find me attractive?” you chuckled.

“Never said that.”

Your lips pressed into a line, wondering if you had crossed the line that time. It took a moment to decide before opening your mouth again. “Will you still help me?”

“Of course,” he smiled at you, winking playfully. The gesture made butterflies immediately appear in your stomach and you had to look away lest he see the smile gracing your lips. He stood up from his seat, leaving the rest of his breakfast untouched, and nudged your side. “C’mon, let’s get going.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. Or would you rather we wait until I get tired and the light is bad for me to slip with my shears?”

He had a point, damn him. “Fine,” you admitted, following suit and going outside with him. The sun blinded the both of you, already high in the sky. It felt strange for it to be this bright out and not being in the maze running.

Newt started walking toward the garden so you followed point, close at his heel. He picked up a pair of dirty looking shears, turning to flash you a grin. You looked at them skeptically, which he must have noticed.

“Look, they’ll get the job done, alright?”

Your eyebrow cocked. “You sure? Looks like they haven’t worked since ten years ago.”

Newt laughed dryly and nudged past you, walking the way to the woods.

“Hey, where are you going?” you asked.

“The lake. Need to get your hair wet,” he called over his shoulder.

Hmm. Sounded reasonable. You ran to keep up with him and joined him by the lake you had been swimming in the day before. The water looked even more inviting now, with the sun glittering across its surface instead of the afternoon’s deep shadows. Newt, none too gently, shoved you in the direction of it, sitting himself down by the bank.

You flashed a smile to him. “That eager to see me shirtless again?”

He rolled his eyes and reached for the water to splash it up at you. You yelped and jumped out of reach, giving him a stare full of contempt. “Just dump your ‘ead in the water, you knob.”

“Since you asked so kindly.”

You lowered your body closer to the bank, only letting your head submerge under the water. It felt cold, but not uncomfortably so. You felt a tap against your shoulder, Newt, and sprang up into sitting position. Water dripped from your hair, drenching your shirt and face. When you turned to Newt, your smile was crooked.

“Great,” he said, moving to sit behind you, shears in his hands. “Now all you have to do is keep still. Think you can do that?”

“Anything for you, Newt.”

You sighed happily and leant back, letting the sun cast its warm rays over you. You didn’t notice the moment Newt hesitated after your words, before he started drawing his fingers through your hair. All you knew was that suddenly his touch was there and it felt heavenly. You knew he only did it to measure your hair to cut it, but every time his fingers brushed against your scalp shivers erupted across your spine. You almost had the mind to close your eyes and fall asleep right then and there, with Newt almost caressing you. You imagined those same fingers running down from your head, touching the skin over your neck, brushing past your abdomen and squeezing your thighs. Even the thought of it made your breath hitch and you kept still to keep him from noticing anything amiss. Slowly and carefully, he worked, cutting methodically. You cracked an eye open, trying to glance at him from the corner of it.

“How’s it going, Newt?” you asked.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled lightly, and said, “Don’t rush me.”

It was enough to make warmth travel to your cheeks and your abdomen, so you kept quiet after that and let him do his work in peace. His fingers danced closer to your skin then, trying to get to the nape of your neck and it took all your willpower not to shy away from him. Slowly, you relaxed into his hold again, numbed by the featherlight touches and breaths of air fanning over your skin when he sat too close.

And suddenly, it was all over. With one final brush of his hand, his fingers running through your hair thoroughly, he cleared his throat and moved away.

“All done,” said Newt, though it was almost a whisper.

You opened your eyes to the sight of him sitting on his folded knees and his fingers fidgeting with the shears, looking almost as if it took all his power to concentrate on his breathing. You smiled, raising an eyebrow, and ran your own hand through your hair. It felt lighter, and smooth, and you hadn’t realised how much of a relief it was to be gone with the length.

“How do I look?” you asked, meeting his eye.

“Good.”

“Better than before?”

Newt shrugged and stood up. “Good, like always.”

Your lips quirked into a mischievous smile. “You think I’m good looking?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he scoffed, but you could definitely see a redness spreading across his cheeks. He tried to turn away but you were quicker, bounding closer to him and shaking away the cutaway strands in the same movement. It was fun teasing him.

“You’re the one who said it!” you exclaimed.

“Oi, stop being difficult,” he settled his glare on you.

“I’m not.”

He shot you a look, one that told you he was trying to stay annoyed but secretly enjoying your antics. “You are,” he said while turning in the way to the rest of the Glade, shears hanging loosely from his grip.

You ripped your gaze from his long fingers, the image of them making your mind return to how you had wanted him to touch you earlier, and instead ran to keep up with his steps. You could sense the smile hiding in the corner of his lip, almost like a sixth sense, determined to bring it out. So, eyebrows lifted in a suggestive expression, you saddled closer to his side and said, “But you like a challenge, right—so why are you complaining?”

The gaze Newt responded with could only be described as filled with disbelief, and something else—something mischievous. “So now you’re a challenge, hm?” he asked, his eyebrows disappearing behind the ruffles of his hair.

You frowned and tilted your head at him. “Hey! Are you calling me easy?”

“Well, if the haircut fits…” he trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence up to your active imagination.

“Now that’s just plain rude,” you muttered, lowering your gaze to the ground to avoid any missteps in the uncertain terrain of the Glade’s woods.

“I’m so very sorry, mate,” said Newt, without much conviction. You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic tone and noticed the flashing smile that was then all too visible on his face. “How can I make it up to you?”

“You can start by not calling me ‘mate’,” you retorted, not thinking through your words except to win this ‘argument’.

Newt glanced at you. “And what would you rather me call you?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, avoiding his gaze, while all too aware of what he was trying to get you to admit. But you were comfortable with the dance you and him were engaged in. It had been going on for so long that you had forgotten how to not do it with him. It was easier to keep dancing with him, to keep the illusion of a ballroom couple perfect rather than to quiet the orchestra and run from your Prince Charming. Newt seemed to sense where your thoughts had run to, as he tried to meet your gaze.

“You sure about that?” he asked sceptically.

“Er, yeah?”

Newt was way too good at reading you and would not believe any excuses you tried to make, however convincing they may be. You both despised and admired him for it. He stopped you in your tracks with a hand across your midriff; the feel of his fingers pressing against your skin, even through the shirt, made shivers travel down your spine. The hand quickly retreated as he tried searching your eyes.

“I—,” he started, voice unsteady. He cleared his throat to regain his composure as you waited for him, arms crossed, trying to keep up the charade any way you could. “I think you’d rather me call you ‘good looking’. Or ‘handsome’. Or ‘pretty’. Or what about ‘love’, hm?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth traveling up your neck to rush to your cheeks. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” he said, an eyebrow raised from the very obvious tremor in your voice.

“Are you teasing me, Newt?” you asked incredulously.

Newt flashed you a smug smile and shrugged, looking away bashfully. “Got to be my turn to do it sometime,” he said.

You were used to you teasing him and poking fun, but he always took it in stride and seldom flirted back—which was what this had somehow turned into. If you’d known you two would end up flirting because of him cutting your hair you never would have agreed to his help—or maybe you still would have. Either way, there was no escaping it now. Fuck it, you thought. A frustrated groan seethed through your pressed lips as you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“You know what? Fine,” you said, meeting Newt’s gaze defiantly. “Yes, I’d like to be called all of those things. And I would like to call you all of those things.” You paused to then search Newt’s gaze, but he just stared at you in stunned silence and made no attempt to answer, so you kept going, albeit slightly more hesitant. “I—I want to hold you, to touch you, embrace you in the way that simple friends shouldn’t do. I’d like to whisper into your ear at night how much you brighten my days and make this shucking life worth living. Most of all, I would like to call you mine.”

You paused again to inhale deeply, your breathing shallow after your rant. It had driven your emotions to the surface so well you might as well have been wearing your feelings on your sleeve, ready to hand out romantic professions for anyone bothering to glance your way.

You hadn’t noticed how warm your cheeks had suddenly gotten, and made to move away while muttering, “There—I’ve said it. Let’s just go.”

“Wait—no—” Newt shouted, throwing out his arm to grab your wrist.

He pulled you back into him, making you lose balance, and a moment later his lips had closed over yours. The surprised gasp that had escaped your lips was quieted by his kiss and you quickly melted into his embrace. Immediately, his fingers closed over your nape, taking hold of your now-short hair and drawing you even closer. You could feel him pressing himself closer in whatever way he could manage, one hand tugging at your hair and the other clawing at your waist. Each individual touch sent sparks of warmth and cold over your skin as your hands closed over his jaw and throat. Even your imagination couldn’t have predicted how he would feel, how his body would fit against yours and make you want to never breathe again if it meant you could stay with him, like this, forever.

Finally, you had to pull away to suck in a deep breath of air, Newt trailing after and barely letting you go. You couldn’t fight the chuckle that forced its way out nor the grin that spread over your lips. Neither could he, as you saw his blushing face break out in a beam and his eyes jumping all over your face. It made you painfully aware of yourself and you bowed your head to settle against the crook of his neck, bashful in spite of your close contact. His hands were still holding onto your waist and kept your body pressed against him.

“Don’t get shy now,” he chided, though his tone was light and his fingers were rubbing slow circles across your back.

Despite the warm sun that glared over the pair of you, his gesture made a shiver crawl up your spine and you pulled away to look at him with an arched eyebrow. “Really, you’re calling me shy?” He nodded to your question. “I’m shy when you’re here— Have you completely forgotten who’s always bold and teases and openly flirts with you?”

Newt scoffed, drawing his hands over the small of your back. “Well, maybe I stole your boldness when I kissed you.”

You almost couldn’t believe him. His cheeks were already flushed, but burned even brighter when your hand pressed against his neck to pull him in again, forcefully pressing your lips against his and claiming his tongue as yours. In doing so, you swallowed his surprised gasp with your kiss, but he didn’t manage to suppress the moan when you took his bottom lip between your teeth and bit lightly. It made you smile smugly, pulling away immediately to look upon his bright red face and dazed expression.

“Who’s shy now, hm?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest and stepping out of his hold.

Newt shot you an angry glance, but it was difficult to take him seriously when he was also blushing furiously. He decided to leave it at that and with not much dignity, pick up the shears he had dropped and started walking back towards the huts. Again, you had to run after him with laughter playing on your lips. You could tell he wasn’t really annoyed, but it was easy to slip back in the comfortable dance of your relationship.

You wouldn’t let him pretend like all of this had not happened, though. He looked at you in surprise when your hand sought out his own, fingers intertwining and closing over his. You smiled back, feeling a slight burning at the tip of your ears, but he leant in and placed a light kiss that made you wish for more again, which eased your nervousness.

“Guess we’re both a little shy, huh,” he remarked. You just shrugged, looking ahead to the opening of the forest, but the smile still apparent on your lips.

“And where the fuck have you two been?” cried Alby’s voice as soon as you stepped out of the trees.

Immediately, you felt as if you jumped out of your skin and let go of Newt’s hand, his cheeks burning as much as yours did. You scratched the back of your neck and glanced sheepishly at Newt, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes; neither of you could fight the smiles that broke out on both your faces.

“On your head be it, you said,” you smirked, slipping away from his indignant eyebrow raise.

You left Newt to deal with Alby alone with a playful wink, to which he only shook his head and hid his smile as he faced the approaching commander. You had half a mind to skip away with the happiness that were bubbling through you, but managed to contain yourself to walking away with a steady pace, though you couldn’t keep your thoughts from running back to the memory of Newt against you nor the smile that followed.

END NOTE ➢ I do have an idea for a part two should anyone be interested in it. Hope you enjoyed this!

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raidenssblog · 1 year

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He's hard to talk to, really reluctant to engage in a conversation and dosent intend on getting close. But by some holy miracle you shimmy you way into his heart, before he knows it he's already head over hells.

Everytime you two pass ways he's always feels his heart race and palms get sweaty. The tips of his ears heat up and he shifts around while trying to look calm.

The admiration he has for you is through the roof, tho he wouldn't tell you that yet. The way his eyes unintentionally follow your every move and every aspect of your body, to the way he dreams about you.

Finally sucking in a deep breath before telling you about his feelings. You look in utter shock, these feelings of his went completely over your head. You though it was a one way love.

Guess you were wrong.

- Iguro Obanai, Sanemi and Genya shinazugawa, akaza, Katsuki Bakugo, Levi Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Gally,

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Not super happy with this but it'll do, I'm sorry for not posting writer's block been crazy.

#demon slayer #reader insert #kny x you #kny fanfic #male reader #fluff #attack on titan #reiner braun #aot reiner #levi ackerman #aot x reader #tmr gally #tmr fandom #the maze runner #bakugo katuski #mha headcanons #mha bakugo x reader

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valentinetypewriter · 12 days

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Knife happy Medjacks

Masterlist

Word count: 723

The maze runner (platonic/unspecified) x Gn reader

I got this idea from this deleted scene

Jeff has to wrangle in Clint and Y/n, who after dealing with builders all day, start to agree that maybe amputation is the way to go

Today had been a particularly rough day for Clint, Jeff and I, the builders had started a new project today and with that brought many of those said builders into the Medjack hut with various injuries. Ranging from cuts, scrapes, bruises and the occasional broken bone. They may have been incredibly strong but the builders didn't seem all too bright sometimes.

We had just sent off one of the builders who managed to break his finger with a hammer when Clint decided to speak up “you know, maybe we really should start amputating them” I put away some supplies before looking over at him. “Well I mean it would certainly start teaching them to be more careful” he let out a quick laugh “it would also make our job a lot easier when they're building” the two of us laughed with each other before Jeff stepped in. “Ok no, we are not amputating them” I let out a sad groan “aww come on Jeff, don't you think they deserve it” Clint was quick to back me up “Y/n’s got a point, plus their stupidity is starting to get on my nerves”.

Jeff seemed to almost consider what we were saying before instantly shaking those thoughts away “NO! Besides, how would we explain amputation just for some cuts and bruises?” Jeff simply rolled his eyes at us as he went back to sorting our supplies. Me and Clint looked over at each other, nodding and silently mouthing agreement's.

Organising all the new equipment took a lot longer than any of us would have liked, it wasn't easy when we had stupid teenage boys coming in every five minutes because they couldn't seem to distinguish nails from their own hands. We had just finished taking care of two guys, who had somehow managed to slice up their arms, working into lunch. The random influx of boys coming in was something that the three of us struggled to keep up with sometimes. The three of us sat around the hut all very exhausted. I sat myself down on a chair in the corner of the room, Clint was sitting on a stool with his head resting against his folded arms on the table next to him, it seemed like he was asleep. Jeff on the other hand had made himself comfortable on one of our operating tables.

“We should probably get some lunch before the others devour everything” Jeff said with a sigh, he seemed to hate his own idea of getting up. I groaned as I stood up from my seat, dragging myself over to Clint, shaking him gently “hey wake up buddy, we need to get some food” Clint rubbed his eyes before slowly pushing himself up from his seat. Though before any of us could even move a step, the doors were pushed open. Clint instantly flopping back into his chair, a tired and annoyed whine coming from him. I grabbed the Gigli saw off the tray of equipment, turning towards the door “what do you want?”

The two boys stopped in the doorway “woah put the bloody saw down, we only brought you some food” the three of us instantly perked up at Newts words. “Yeah we thought we'd bring you some food since you've been taking care of my guys all day” Gally sat down two trays of food on the table Jeff was sitting on while Newt handed the one he was holding to Jeff, who instantly started eating, though I couldn't blame him. I pick up one of the trays and handed it over to Clint before dragging a chair over to the table to start eating myself “well thank you boys, that's really sweet of you” Newt smiled at me as Gally ruffled my hair “don't mention it, figured you guys would need some rest, besides we're done for the day, to many broken hands” Gally shook his head and I wasn't quite sure if it was out of annoyances or disappointment.

“Well Gally and I will leave you three to rest, and don't worry we'll bring you some dinner too” Newt smiled at us before making his way out the door, quickly followed by Gally. A few moments of silence passed as we all ate before Clint spoke up “I still reckon we should start amputating”

#the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner x you #tmr x reader #Tmr Clint #Tmr Jeff #tmr newt #gally x reader #newt x reader #short fiction #The maze runner x gn reader #The maze runner x male reader #gn reader

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kanataka-san · 2 years

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Gally x Male reader

Nobody know what was happening. Some unknow masked people just kidnapped them from the street to somekind of old parkinglot. Thomas didn't know if they were from WICKED or what were they purpose in general.

Getting out of the van they saw many people with weapons in hand ready to use at any moment. Finally one of the man among group of mixed men and not so much women took off his mask reviling Gally that they were thinkig was dead. Boy next to him took off the mask too, mouth agape looking at Newt.

Before Thomas could do or say anything his friends voice was heard.

"(Y-y/n) ?"

"Newt..."

Former gladers turned to look at the two not getting what was going on.

Honey haired teen and a bit more lighter haired boy came up to eachother, eyes wide not believing this is happening for real. (Y/n) didn't wait and made a first move- he hugged taller boy around his torso tightly. Newt needed a moment to process everything but soon returned the affection.

"I can't believe it...."

After parting away smaller boy got big dorky smile on his face as well as Newt.

"Ok, what is going on?" Thomas asked when his voice returned in place. "This is my little brother." Gallys eyes widen while he scratched his neck feeling uneasy- how is he supposed to tell them he and Newts brother were in a relationship from a nearly a year now also after the things he did before...

As (Y/N) looked at his lover he could tell he felt a lot more weight on his shoulders than before so he came up to Gally and unnoticed by anyone took his smaller hand into bigger one squeezing it slightly while smilling at the taller boy as to say 'everything is ok'.

Giving a squeez back former bulider not so wilingly pulled away taking five of them to Lawrence.

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After saving Minho and jumping out of the window Thomas took Newt arm on his shoulder seeing how much the teen struggle. They meet Gally shooting down other guards making the three wet boys space to fully get out of the water.

Minho was shoocked seeing the boy he though he killed long ago with a spar. But there was a frown on Gallys face.

"Where is (Y/N)?" It was time for Thomas to rose a brow.

"He stayed with you-"

"No, he run with YOU to help." while they were arguing Newt began to cough- hard. That worried just rescued boy but Thomas shook it off. More guards was making they way towards the four of them with guns as they tried to hide.

Noticing as one more went out of the door and made his way to them make them feel like they wont make it out.

But to their suprise new "guard" was shooting as many man around the four as he could with his own gun trying to avoid the fire back knowing he will be dead if he wasn't too carefoul.

Soon all of them saw his figure closer, taking cover behind some rubles he took off his mask.

"(Y/N)." Gally breathed out relived he's ok. Taking the chance when guards stopped shooting (Y/N) run as fast as he could to his boyfriend.

Taller boy open his arms for his lover to jump in- he did it trusting crouching boy avoiding more bullets that went his way.

"What were you thinking?! It was reckless and dangerous-" hand on his cheek and warm lips shuted up the yelling boy.

"I know. Now is not the time, we need to go." looking in the direction of his brother (Y/N)s (E/C) eyes sadden showing how worried he was. Not carring about anything else smaller boy crawled to his 'changing' brother.

"Newt... Hang on." gloved hand took away some of the damp honey hair that stick to his forehead, turning to others he shouted. "What are you waiting for, come on, get him up!"

Obeying the request they walked as fast as they could between abadoned buldings.

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Newt became more aggressive when they finally setteled down, he tried to use a gun but Thomas kicked it out of his hand. Dark blue veins was visible on his neck and face as he took his own knife and attacked brown haired boy that tried to avoid it being trapped in between the dirty floor and his friend thinking how to take it out of Newts death grip without hurting either of them.

Nobody could have expect what will happend next.

Newt got tackled to the ground- knife went straight to (Y/N)s shoulder as he struggled to keep his brother still taking at the same time out the cure he had stolen from WICKED.

He would gave it to his brother earlier if they werent been chased and if it didn’t got trapped inside his pocket after running so much- (Y/N) just hoped it wasn't too late.

In fast motion he jabbed Newt in the chest with it giving all his weight on the knees on older boy forearms stradling his stomach getting him trapped under the added weight.

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All streanght left (Y/N)s body, adrenaline stopped working as he tried to stand up but failed and fallen on his bum breathing hard next to now calm teen.

Gally was the first one to wake up from the daze and come support his lover.

"Thats why you were the last one to go out, you went for the cure." didn't want to talk out of pain (Y/N) grited his teeth, fastly nooding his head getting as much comfort in Gallys touch as he could at this moment.

Soon Teresas voice was heard loud and clear. Thomas of course went to her- He loved her even after what she did.

Brenda and Frypan showed up and helped take Newt unconscious form as Gally picked up (Y/N) gently without moving the knife scared of his love bleeding out. Carefully everyone made their way to the jet where others waited.

After getting inside Gally informed whoever was piloting this damn thing to flew for Thomas that run to WICKED bulding.

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(Y/N) felt soft matters under him and how sore hes' shoulder was. Slowly opening his eyes he saw baby blue eyes looking at him in the dark room. Only now he noticed how big the room was and soft whiteish curtains were covering the windows from bright sun but letting the light wing come inside making them went up.

"How are you feeling..?"

"o-ok, I think."

(Y/N)s voice was hoarse but Gally gently help him into sitting position handing him glass of water that stood on a small table. "..... You were out for a week.... I was scared I will lose you.. Others were worried and scared too." "But I'm awake now." light smile adored smallers boy face and Gally couldnt help to just kiss his lovers forehead.

"Wait! Whats with Newt and Thomas?" beautifull (E/C) eyes were full of worry. "They're fine, Newt is much better right now the cure you stolen was out of the Greenies blood they took earlier- that shuck face- it saved his live. Thomas got a bullet wound in his stomach but is slowly recovering." at this news (Y/N) calmed down taking a deep breath then sliding down looking at his lover.

"We're safe now? No more running?"

"We're safe and no- no more running."

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Warning; canon divergence, movieverse.

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Boisterous laughs were heard in the Glade, the circle of boys just chillin and playing during their break made others wonder what was happening, causing smiles to grow on their faces again.

They had just heard one of Newt's hilarious stories after he had picked true, and he shook his head with a blush on his face and a small smile, turning to look at the next guy's turn.

And that ended up being (M/n), who made eye contact with the blond almost immediately, "True or dare, (M/n)?"

While everyone calmed down, he was thinking about his choice, always picking true wasn't funny (unless you were Newt) and it's been quite a while since someone picked dare, and that's when he felt Thomas nudging him with a playful chuckle, making him laugh with him.

"Okay, fine... Dare," he said releasing a breath, a faint smile still pulling at the corner of his lip and he saw how Minho leaned closer to Newt's ear to tell him something.

Something that got them both laughing like idiots. And the mischievous look in their eyes worried him for a moment, considering if picking dare was a good idea, this almost seemed planned.

"I dare you to kiss Gally, on the lips," (M/n)'s mouth opened in surprise, speechless for a couple of seconds as he processed Newt's words, hearing everyone around him laughing their ass off like Minho and Newt did, even Alby was having a hard time holding back his laugh.

"You're shucking crazy, Newt?! He's gonna kill me!" He yelled while standing up from his spot on the wooden bench, "If we had a guillotine, my head would be the first one to go there! And all of you after he finds out!" No one paid attention to his words and continued to laugh at his panicked reaction, but Minho seemed to have regained himself enough before everyone else did.

"Come on, it's... just a kiss, it doesn't have to be longer than a second," pushing his hair back in frustration, (M/n) sat back down with a heavy sigh, he looked up at everyone and frowned.

"Has this happened before? Daring someone to kiss Gally?" Fry nodded but didn't add anything after that, not even to reassure him that he'll be fine- which he knows he won't, he sighed and shrugged, "Alright... Where's Gally?"

(M/n) saw Newt wriggling his eyebrows while his eyes were focused on something- someone, behind him, "There he is," he looked over his shoulder, and effectively, Gally was working on something over there, completely silent and focused, looking as serious as always, "Go, your prince is waiting~" Newt said in a teasing voice when (M/n) stood up, everyone chuckled at the idea of Gally being a 'prince'.

He smiled a bit and started walking away, "Shut the hell up, Newt."

His smile was soon wiped off his face, cold sweat running down his spine followed by shivers, his palms felt clammy, making him wipe them on his shirt. He occasionally glanced back at the boys, only to see them chuckling and giving him a thumbs up as a way of encouragement.

Now, (M/n) was within hearing distance of Gally, so taking a deep breath he approached him a few more steps, thinking 'you can do it' to himself a few times, "Uh, Gally?"

Gally looked up at the call of his name, his green eyes looking into his (e/c) ones, the movements his hands did to tie the pieces of wood together momentarily stopping.

"What do you want?" He continued working, sparing a few glances at (M/n), realizing how nervous he looked.

"I..." Nothing, he could barely breathe properly, even less formulate a sentence. Gally frowned when (M/n) simply stayed quiet, and annoyed, he completely stopped working, turning his body to look at him.

"You?" He added with an irritated tone, making (M/n) anxiously shift in place and wipe his hands again, Gally didn't miss that, wondering what was going on with him all of a sudden.

(M/n) looked down at the grass under his feet, "Can you promise me you won't punch me?" Gally pressed his tongue against his cheek, his jaw tensing at the question.

"I wanna punch you right now, (M/n)," he just nodded as he took a deep breath, understanding that he was making the situation worse by behaving like this.

"I can do it," he mumbled loud enough for Gally to hear him.

"Can do what?" (M/n) didn't even bother answering him, mostly because he didn't actually hear him over the sound of his own thoughts, and he quickly approached Gally before he lost all the courage he managed to gather in the past ten seconds.

Everything seemed to going in slow motion in the Glade, Gally watched how (M/n) got closer and closer to him, making him feel nervous and anxious, something not many could say have accomplished. And yet, it seemed like (M/n) didn't have to do much to make him feel like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any given moment.

Gally shifted in place as he observed (M/n) with uncertainty, but soon, his mind was going numb.

(M/n) had reached his arms up to hold him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and pressing their lips together. Gally's eyes were wide open for a moment, processing what was happening, and yet, his hands went up to gently hold (M/n)'s wrists as his eyes closed, his whole body tingling and face heating up at the feeling of (M/n)'s lips pressed against his.

His sleepless nights imagining, fantasizing, and daydreaming about kissing (M/n) didn't even come close to how he felt right now. It almost felt like they were the only ones around. And he liked that. The small moan he let out was a clear giveaway of the fact.

However, the kiss was cut short when (M/n) backed away. He was caught by surprise at the... Pretty moan he heard from Gally, and now he was really confused.

And seeing Gally blushing made him believe that he was actually knocked down or was killed by him because there was no way that Gally was blushing. He looked taken aback and flustered, his hand reaching up to cover his lips with the back of it, looking away without making eye contact.

(M/n) swears he saw a hint of a smile too.

"Uhm... Gally?" He asked unsure, almost flinching at the soft look in his green eye when he glanced back at him, it was... New and rather nice, it felt good to not be constantly glared at for once.

"We'll talk about this later," and just like that, he left him standing there alone.

(M/n) watched how Gally ran away back to the main building, and he slowly turned around, his steps hesitant as he walked back to the boys, who seemed just as surprised as him.

"What was that?" Thomas asked as soon as he arrived, he opened his mouth to talk but didn't have any answer to that.

He shook his head from side to side and shrugged, "I don't know, Tommy..."

With the tense atmosphere, everyone decided it would be best to stop playing for now and just talk, but (M/n) wasn't feeling like talking at the moment, so he simply excused himself, muttering something about having a headache and he went to the infirmary when Winston told him he could rest there.

Laying on the bed, he racked his brain about the situation, remembering the kiss and Gally's reaction. (M/n) thought that it would've been nice if Gally only pushed him away and left with a threat, but... He was really confused about how Gally reacted.

The last thing he expected was to see him blush and just leave.

He let out a groan and rubbed his face with his hands, deciding that staying in bed wasn't gonna help him, he needed to distract himself with some work. Even if that meant seeing Gally.

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|Chapter•Thirty•One|

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Gally stayed with (M/n) all night, almost unable to sleep as every noise he would make caused the blond to wake up.

He would sit next to him and dry the sweat off (M/n)'s face and neck while talking to him, noticing it helped him calm down, Gally's voice working as a way to ground him back to reality, away from the night terrors his mind showed to him.

Gally would sit back on the chair next to the bed rather than the couch, it was too far away from it in his opinion, and he wanted to be right next to him whenever (M/n) needed him.

He hated falling asleep that night. He would sleep for ten or twenty minutes, and (M/n) would move or groan, make any kind of noise and he would wake up, hopeful of seeing his (e/c) eyes finally open, knowing he'd get better soon, but no.

(M/n) was there, still unconscious. And Gally had never felt a pain so strong as the one he felt whenever he realized his best friend, the guy he loved... was still trapped inside his own mind, and all he could do was watch as he trashed around on the bed, babbling things he couldn't fully understand.

He felt so helpless and useless. If he had stayed with (M/n)... Had he been there by his side, to prevent him from going into the Maze... Things would be different.

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When morning arrived, Gally woke up when his hand lost hold of his head, suddenly getting him awake and alert. Nothing had changed, everything was exactly the same as it had been the past hour.

His eyes were dry and a headache was finding its way inside his skull, he felt more irritable than ever, so he hoped no one would come to bother him.

"Gally?" He glanced over his shoulder with a frown, and saw Chuck standing by the med room door, playing with his fingers.

"Need something, Chuck?" His curls shook when he moved his head from side to side.

"Do you... Want anything for breakfast?" Gally was almost sure Fry had asked Chuck to make sure he hadn't been pushing himself to take care of (M/n), Fry knew Gally wouldn't lash out at the greenie, he knew the blond fairly well.

"Uh... Maybe some bread? And water," Chuck nodded and left, heading to the kitchen. Gally heard muffled voices, seeing as the kitchen was next to the med room, and he looked over at (M/n), standing up from his chair, and gently stroking his (h/c) hair, reaching for the towel on the headboard to dry the sweat off his skin, "I'm here, bean... Everything is alright."

He heard footsteps behind him, and saw Chuck setting the bowl with some bread, a small recipient with jam, a teaspoon and a water bottle.

"Thanks, Chuck," the greenie nodded with a small smile and found a comfortable spot on the couch, an empty bowl in his hand to gather all the wood chips and dust as he continued with his wood carving.

He wanted to get them done before (M/n) woke up, to give it to him as a gift, similar to what Gally made, but he was far behind in skills, so the process was slow and steady to make sure he wouldn't mess up.

Gally looked at Chuck from his spot on the bed, and felt a small smile pulling his lips up, "Need help finishing that, buddy?" He looked up from his wooden half-moon, and shook his head, watching how a subtle frown appeared on Gally's brow.

"It's okay, I can do this by myself, and... You have to take care of (M/n), I don't wanna bother you, Gally." He felt touched by Chuck's words, despite being just a kid, he sounded so much more mature than the majority of the guys around.

"Well... But you can tell me if you need help with anything, alright?" Chuck nodded, and his curls bounced around again.

They stayed silent for about an hour or two, Gally ate some pieces of bread with jam and they just enjoyed each other's quiet company until Chuck was called to do the dishes with the other Sloppers, of course, they were working under Alby's supervision, make sure they wouldn't do anything they weren't supposed to.

Hours appeared to fly by for everyone else but Gally, to him, it felt like a minute lasted ten, and ten minutes lasted an hour, and he decided to stop caring about what time it was because he was sure to drive himself mad if he did.

He only became somewhat aware of the time when Newt stopped by with lunch for him. He placed it on the coffee table next to the bowl with a single piece of bread and the jam gone, Newt took the remains of what Gally had for breakfast and silently left the med room without uttering a single word.

Gally looked over and realized the bowl was full of cut fruit, his and (M/n)'s favourite fruit. He reached to grab a piece between his fingers and ate it.

He almost found the sweet fruit too bitter, eating it without (M/n). He turned his back to (M/n) for a few minutes, and tried to eat a couple more pieces, but he wasn't hungry.

Behind him, (M/n)'s body squirmed on the bed, his mind flashing more and more images that kept confusing him, until they stopped and he was finally able to understand what was happening around him.

He was living his first ever memory, the only memory he kept from before the Glade, lying on that gurney as he was taken somewhere- taken to the Box, he was surrounded by blurry faces again, but this time, when he blinked and opened his eyes more, two faces were in his field of vision, the image fading too quickly to be able to tell anything about them other than one was a girl and the other was a guy.

"See you soon..."

And his eyes opened, feeling slightly startled. His breathing was rapid, but he couldn't pay attention to that because all he could feel was pain. He felt pain everywhere on his body. His head was throbbing, his shoulder was pulsing, his muscles were contracting around his ribs, and there was a burning feeling shooting up his leg.

It was too much at once, and he felt overloaded. (M/n) blinked slowly, squinting to try and ease the headache he had, and looked around the room, barely being able to move around on the bed.

He rested his weight on his good arm, and struggled to push himself up, it was hard but he managed to maintain himself up for a few seconds, enough to realize where he was and whom he was with.

"Ga... lly..."

(M/n) saw how Gally's body tensed up, and he turned around, immediately getting up from his chair and rushing to hug him the instant he saw (M/n) was awake.

Gally cried freely, trying to not hurt (M/n) more, but he felt so much relief within him, that he almost couldn't, "I was... So s-scared to lose you, b-bean... I couldn't- I can't-," he struggled to say between sobs, babbling a few words (M/n) managed to understand. Like 'never' and 'without you'.

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Gally too, thanking that the blond was holding him up, and he clung onto him with his good arm. He was so sure he would never see Gally ever again, certain he was gonna die in the Maze with that Griever, and yet, here he was, back in the Glade, in the Homestead, holding Gally close, afraid of waking up and realize this moment is not real.

He didn't want to wake up and realize that he wasn't there with Gally, he didn't want to know that everything he was seeing right that moment was all a figment of his imagination, something his subconscious made to make him happy during his last moments alive. Afraid that everything would be gone as soon as his eyes opened.

But it was real, Gally's warmth against him and the pain he felt all over his body was very much real, and (M/n) couldn't hold back his tears any longer.

"I'm sorry..." They cried together and held each other close, reassuring the other and themselves that they were there, that everything was gonna be alright now that they were together again. For a few minutes, they stayed like that until their tears ceased and got their steady breathing back.

(M/n) shifted his head and rested his cheek on Gally's shoulder, and he spotted something on the bedside table. He tapped Gally's arms a few times and they pulled away from their hug. His eyes were locked onto those things that caught his attention, and Gally followed his line of sight.

"Oh! Right...!" He scooted closer to the table and reached for the water bottle sitting there, "Here," he assumed (M/n) was thirsty, and had taken the cap off, slowly and carefully bringing it close to (M/n)'s mouth.

He chuckled, but nonetheless accepted the water he was given, he was a little thirsty, his voice was raspy and his throat itchy so the water was really nice, even if that wasn't exactly what he was looking at a few seconds ago.

"Thank you..." He whispered when Gally lowered the bottle and closed it again, "But I meant... Those..." The Keeper frowned and turned to look at the table again, just realizing he had placed the finished bracelets there.

"Uhm, these, I..." He picked them up and avoided eye contact, suddenly feeling a little shy to say anything about them, but when he realized how (M/n) was expectantly looking at him, he couldn't feel happier that those pretty (e/c) eyes were open again, staring only at him, "I made these as a... Promise. To each other, bean."

Gally placed them on (M/n)'s lap, watching as he picked one up. One read 'Gally' and the other '(M/n)' on the exterior, while the inside read 'I Promise You'.

(M/n) looked up at Gally and realized he was fidgeting with his hands, which caught his attention. His knuckles were bruised purple, small cuts here and there, and he felt worried about it. His hand reached to gently hold Gally's and inspected his knuckles.

"You're hurt... Let me h-help you..." Gally watched how (M/n) tried to get up from the bed, but he prevented that, "Gally, please..."

He couldn't help getting emotional again, (M/n) cared so much about him that he didn't even realize he had been attacked by a Griever and survived a night in the Maze. "No, no, I'm alright, bean... You have to rest, okay?" He held (M/n)'s face in his hands, holding eye contact with him, which thankfully worked to get him to calm down.

He sighed and nodded, looking down at the bracelets again, his fingers held the wood, and graced his name carved on it. (M/n) picked it up and handed it to Gally, who looked at it and back into his (e/c) eyes.

"You want me to...?" (M/n) nodded and silently let Gally tie the bracelet around his wrist, the braided rope did two loops around his wrist, but he didn't mind it. Gally tied it, making sure it wasn't too tight nor too loose and sighed.

(M/n) stared at it, and smiled, reaching his hand to grab Gally's bracelet, "Let... Me..." Immediately, Gally realized what he was trying to do, and he began to refuse.

"No, bean, I can do it myself, you don't need to-," he stopped talking when he made eye contact with him, (M/n) wasn't gonna give in, they were both extremely stubborn and in moments like this, it showed, "Fine..." He said in a whisper after releasing a deep sigh.

Slowly and with a lot of effort, (M/n) managed to lift his injured arm, his shoulder screaming in pain at him to stop moving, but even with his entire arm trembling nonstop, he tied Gally's bracelet around his wrist, which also looped twice.

The entire time, Gally had kept his sight locked on (M/n)'s face, noticing the pain and discomfort he was putting himself through, but also how he smiled once he accomplished his goal.

"Done," (M/n) looked up and he got lost in the bright colour of Gally's eyes, they were shining brighter than ever, looking prettier than he remembered. They were so incredibly close, and damn, after everything that happened, (M/n) couldn't think about keeping these strong feelings to himself anymore, "Gally..."

They moved a little bit closer to each other, "Yeah?"

(M/n) took a deep breath, and swallowed, his hand lifting to gently hold Gally's face.

"Can I-?"

"Hey, Gally, we brought you-" Chuck walked into the med room, followed by Mikah and Doug, inevitably noticing the deadly stare being shot their way, both of them were really, really pissed off.

"I think we interrupted something..." Mikah mumbled to Doug who nodded, feeling just a little scared under Gally's glare, but Chuck eased the air in the room.

He ran to (M/n) and hugged him, "Oof- easy there, little buddy," they heard Chuck sniffing as his body shook, and (M/n) felt his shirt getting wet with his tears, "Hey~ it's alright, I'm back and I feel okay, no need to cry~," he rubbed Chuck's back up and down, trying to help him calm down.

He backed away and wiped the tears streaming down his flushed face with both hands, finding an empty spot by the foot of the bed to sit down.

Chuck looked at (M/n) with his glossy umber eyes, tears continuing to make their way down his face, and he frowned, "Unfair, I was... Making something for you for when you wake up but... But I'm not done yet!" They chuckled alongside Chuck, and (M/n) lifted his hand to ruffle his curls.

"Well, I can always go back to sleep until you're done, right?" With the ambience getting more relaxed and less hostile, they found comfort in the sound of (M/n)'s voice and laugh, filled with relief to see him being the same Dummy (M/n) as he's always been.

Gally ruffled his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, causing him to huff like it was usual, and he showed (M/n) a wide smile, "You've slept long enough already, dummy."

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Apparently, Chuck had brought something for Gally to eat, and they had no knowledge of Newt bringing him fruit earlier, but now lunch was over and there was a ten minute break before they had to get back to work, so they stopped by to check on them.

(M/n) tried to eat some fruit Gally fed to him, but eventually, he announced he was full, "You're probably hungry as well, you can eat the rest."

There was a lot of truth in (M/n)'s words, Gally hadn't eaten a whole meal since the night he ran into the Maze, and his stomach appreciated being filled with food once again.

They were enjoying their time talking, and (M/n) listened to what they were saying, not really feeling like including himself in their conversation, so he quietly listened while resting on the headboard.

However, Clint and Jeff stopped by, telling everyone to leave the room as they had to do a check-up on their patient and just when (M/n) and Gally were the only ones left in the room, did they realize he was awake.

"Oh-! We weren't expecting you'll be awake yet," both Med-jacks smiled at (M/n) and greeted him like one would greet an old friend.

"Yeah, well... I've had enough beauty sleep, or so I've been told," they chuckled softly at (M/n)'s attempt at a joke, and Jeff proceeded to get new bandages out, along with a few gauzes while Clint grabbed alcohol.

"Gally can you...?" He stood up from the chair and stood on (M/n)'s good side.

"Sorry," he quietly apologized before proceeding to undo the first few buttons of (M/n)'s shirt, "Is that alright?" Clint and Jeff nodded and got ready to change the bandages they had wrapped around his shoulder and chest.

At that moment he realized...

...He wasn't wearing his shirt. This shirt wasn't his.

"Your shirt got ruined so..." He looked up at Gally, no longer looking at himself and letting the meds do their job, "I gave you one of mine, hope you don't mind."

In other circumstances, he would've freaked out, but Gally had already seen him shirtless before, he was simply hoping it had only been Gally around when that happened.

"Alright, (M/n), stay still or a stitch might come off," he hummed in response, and he wondered... Stitches? Why do I have-?

And he remembered the Griever he encountered. Being bit by it, stung and thrown into a wall. After that... Everything gets dark and blurry. But he knows...

He got a few of his memories back. Although nothing particularly useful, there isn't much he can remember clearly, other than a few names. Thomas. Janson. Lawrence. Mary.

(M/n) had no idea who those people were, but he certainly didn't trust the majority of them. At least two of those names made him feel uneasy and angry.

"Good, we're done," Clint's voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he noticed he had been wrapped up again, "We got something for your arm since, well, you shouldn't move it too much."

Like that, Jeff grabbed a piece of cloth, and the three of them helped (M/n) bend his injured arm, using his good shoulder to tie the two ends that supported his arm. He watched himself for a moment and looked at the Med-jacks, who were staring at him, expectantly.

"I'm alright, guys," he said softly and he watched how their eyes momentarily filled with tears before they blinked them away.

"We're happy to hear that..." And like that, they left.

(M/n) turned to look at Gally, who was slowly shaking his head, a hint of a smile appearing on his face, "Truth is... Everyone is happy to know you're okay," he nodded a few times, and he wondered how worried his friends probably were about him, "But..." He stared at Gally, who had tears in his eyes as well, "I'm glad you're alive, (M/n)."

Those words...

He blinked a few times as his eyes began to sting, "So am I, Gally."

After that, they proceeded to change the subject to something else, deciding they didn't want to keep the sad and depressive aura around for much longer and (M/n) found himself wondering one thing.

"What..." He stopped for a moment, almost too scared to ask, "What happened to Peter?"

Gally's expression soured for a moment, and (M/n) wondered if something bad had occurred while he was gone.

"Everything was fake, bean... He was not hurt in any way, they did it to get you banished," (M/n) blinked at this information. Even if he was a hundred percent aware of how he had nothing to do with what happened to Peter, he looked seriously injured and had wanted to help him, and now, finding out nothing he saw was real made him sick to his stomach, "Well, everyone knows, but the Keepers know the details, and... Stan got what he deserved too."

(M/n) glanced at Gally's knuckles and he chuckled, thinking about how Stan probably looked, "How bad did you punch him?"

Gally shrugged, "Let's just say he will never look the same," both of them smiled, feeling just a little bit glad that he had finally gotten a taste of his own medicine.

"He's always had a punchable face, to be honest." Snickers from both of them followed, accompanied by a small hiss from (M/n) at the pain he felt on his shoulder.

The rest of the day was spent the same way, enjoying their time alone while Gally made sure he stayed in bed as much as he could, silently feeding (M/n) dinner as they ate together, and then it was time to sleep.

"Gally..." He called quietly as he lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillow as his eyelids began to close on their own. Gally responded with a small 'yeah?', and (M/n) scooted over on the bed, "Can you stay with me?"

The blond stared at (M/n), watching how he was falling asleep and smiling to himself as he stood up and got in the bed next to him, "Always, bean. Always."

Gally gently played with (M/n)'s hair, watching how he fell asleep a few minutes later, his breathing slow and steady, lips slightly parted open. He sighed and held (M/n) as close to him as he could, carefully so as to not hurt him further.

"I've fallen in love with you... Harder than I ever thought I would, bean," he closed his eyes and pressed a small kiss on the crown of (M/n)'s head, finding comfort in being so close to him, and finally, being able to fall asleep, his mind relaxed and at ease.

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theodorelore · 11 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❋ newt

❋ minho

❋ gally

❋ frypan

❋ thomas

❋ teresa

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catoslvt · 24 days

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Gally (TMR) x Reader

you were from Aris' maze, and the people who saved Gally saved you as well.

because Aris is like the male equivalent to Teresa, Gally is the male equivalent to you.

everyone sleeps in the same room in sleeping bags and stuff apart from people who may need checkups during the night (like Gally and you🥰)

Also there's still apples and shit cos idk

he has a nightmare about Chuck cos I'm sad.

I was meant to be sleeping over two hours ago, but I'm restless, my mind going over 100mph, I need to get up and walk about, try to tire myself out and maybe go get a drink.

I slowly stand up from my bed, trying to listen for footsteps, if the people who usually check on me during the night realise I'm wandering out of bed during the middle of the night without letting one of them know i'll probably be in a lot of trouble, but I need a drink so I really don't care.

As I slip out of my room/hospital room, I hear quiet cries coming from the door next to mine, Gallys room.

My heart stops for a split seconds, and I stop in my tracks, peeking my head into Gallys room. I realise he's sleeping, his eyes shut tight, and his face screwed up as though he's about to cry, and without second thought, I creep into his room, trying to keep my footsteps as light as possible.

I watch Gally for a few seconds before he starts mumbling, his voice breaking with every word and his sentences hardly making sense.

'Maze'

'Chuck'

'Stay'

"Gally." I say quietly, moving closer to his bed, but he remains asleep, his face tensing and twisting as the mumbling continues getting louder, I need to wake him up before Donnie or someone else comes to see what's wrong.

"Gally." I say, getting slightly louder, and as I touch his arm, His face stops twisting and making horrible expressions, and he mumbles one last word.

'Chuck'

"Gally." I say, my volume now getting increasingly close to my normal speaking volume, and I give him one last final shake, and his eyes slowly begin to open.

"What the fu -" He goes to say very loudly, and I press my finger to his lips.

"It's only me. Everyone's still asleep. You need to be quiet, I'm sorry for waking you up, but I think you were having a nightmare." I tell him and gally sits up and moves so his back is against the wall, and he pats the spot next to him for me to sit down beside him.

We've both been here for probably close to a year, we've both changed a lot since we first arrived both physically and mentally, adapting to life outside the maze where everything isn't given to us in a box and things aren't in perfect harmony, but we've made it work, we're close, which makes sense because in Gallys maze he was the male equivalent to me, or vice versa, I don't think it really matters though.

"It was just a stupid dream." He states, turning away from me.

"About Chuck?" I ask even though I already know the answer.

"Yeah, It felt so real, like I was back there killing him all over again." He sighs, and I gently grab his arm.

"But it wasn't you. You didn't do it. You had been stung by a griever, and it wasn't even him you were trying to kill." I remind him, trying my best to comfort him.

"Do you get dreams about Rachel?" Gally asks as he turns to look at me, his eyes instantly falling on mine, and I feel myself blushing slightly.

"Yeah, but they're just dreams, I've come to terms with the fact I'm not at fault for her death. WICKD is." I answer and he just nods before shrugging.

"Wanna go a walk? I'm hungry." Gally then asks as he turns to look at me, and I quickly stand up nodding rapidly.

"I'm so thirsty, that's why I got out of bed to get a drink, but then I heard you mumbling, so i came to make sure everything was alright." I tell him, and he lets out a joking 'mhm'

"Are you sure you didn't just want to watch me sleep?" He teases as he stands up and stretches before walking over to the doorway of the room, which hasn't had a door in god knows how long.

"In your dreams." I scoff as I follow him.

"Unfortunately, my dreams aren't that good." He continues as he leads the way to the places makeshift kitchen, my breathing stopping when we walk past one of the enterances to the sleeping room.

Once we reach the kitchen, I instantly find a bottle of water, Ripping the cap off and chugging half of the bottle as Gally finds two apples, keeping one in his hand and stuffing the other in his pocket.

"Can we go to our car?" I ask and Gally smiles widely with a nod.

our car is one one of the old banged up cars our group keeps in one of their garages. It's a good hiding spot because all the windows are blacked out, and somehow, every door is still intact.

"We can't stay for too long. Everyone will be waking up in a few hours, and god knows when someone will wake up to check on us." He says as he grabs my hand and leads the way.

"Do you think the car still works?" I ask as we climb in the back of the car we have claimed as our own private hang out spot.

"I'm not sure, wouldn't be much help to us anyway." Gally answers as he begins eating the first apple, offering me the second but I shake my head no.

"Well, we could always just drive away, maybe make our way back to the mazes, see if the grievers are gone, and if they are, then we could just live happily in the maze." I say, being completely sarcastic and Gally just laughs.

"You always have to find the positives in everything, don't you?" He asks with a smile and I shrug.

"I guess that's one of our biggest differences, eh?" He continues with a gentle shove to my side.

"I like that you're almost always negative." I tell him as i turn to face him, and he just smiles.

"and I like that you're almost always positive." He states, and I feel myself turning red as I look away and smile.

"We've known each other for like a year, and im closer to you than I was with any of the girls in my maze, and I was with them for like three years." I tell Gally as I slowly turn to look at him again, and as I'm speaking, I could've sworn I saw his eyes drop to my lips for a few seconds.

"I hated everyone in my Glade, so it's not hard to be closer to you than I was them." He remarks, and I scoff and look away.

"No, I didn't mean it like that -" Gally quickly says, and I try to hide my smile by looking hurt.

"No y/n, I didn't mean it like that." Gally says as he gently grabs my face and makes me look at him, and his eyes fall to my lips again, and before I even had time to register what I was doing, my lips were on his.

"Shit." I gasp as I pull away from Gally, instantly pushing myself against the door on my side, trying to get away from him but also still wanting to be in the same space as him.

"Why did you pull away?" Gally asks, pulling me away from the door and almost pulling me onto his lap as his lips meet mine in a gentle but quick paced kiss.

It seems like we spend hours in the car kissing, but it probably wasn't even half an hour before we're clambering out of the car, trying not to laugh.

"I really hope we haven't had checks." Gally whispers to me as we begin walking back to our rooms.

"I don't even care if we did, I'm too happy to care." I tell him as I stare up at him, now standing at the thin strip of wall between our rooms.

"I'll see you at breakfast?" He asks looking down at me.

"Save me a seat." I say with a smile, and he leans down and kisses me to the lips before pulling away and walking into his room, and I do the same walking into my room with the largest smile on my face.

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v3n33rs · 9 months

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐴𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Hi I'm a Transgender (FTM) fanfiction writer and I'm here to make people happy

Anyways lets get to the good stuff

And for !'s: F! = Fem M! = Male NB! = Non-Binary T! = Transgender(FTM only) P! = Platonic

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M! Reader

T! Reader

Fluff

Smut(I'm bad but hey, it's something)

Headcannons

Ask for specific kinks(I'll tell you if I'll write them or no)

AU's(Ex: Animal world, Mythical creatures, ETC)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

R@p3(No.)

Pregnancy(Ew children)

Incest\Tcest(Requeat this and I'm blocking you)

Pedophilia (Minor x Adult)

Scat or Piss(Ew)

Fetishes

F! Reader or NB! Reader(Sorry NB's)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

If you're Trans\Homophobic, Racist or a Pedophile Leave, Now.

If you have a rude comment keep it to yourself

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

COD(Call of Duty)

ROTTMNT(Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

MLP(My Little Pony)

EW(Eddsworld)

HP(Harry Potter)

MID(My Inner Demons)

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Pokémon

HTTYD(How to Train Your Dragon)

DS(Demon Slayer)

The Maze Runner

Sonic The Hedgehog

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

COD

John "Bravo-Six" Price

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Alejandro Vargas

Roldolfo Parra

Valeria Garza

König

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Donatello

Michealangelo

Casey Jones

Splinter (P! Only)

MLP

Rarity

Fluttershy

Twilight Sparkle

Rainbow Dash

Pinkie Pie

Applejack

Discord (P! Only)

Tord

Tom

Edd

Matt

Jon

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Arther Weasley (P! Only)

Molly Weasley (P! Only)

MID

Asch

Pierce

Rhys

Noi

Leif

Ava

Mrs Oates (P! Only)

Helluva Boss

Stolas

Blitzø

Moxxie (P! Only)

Millie (P! Only)

Striker

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Angel Dust

Husk (P! Only)

Cherri Bomb

Lucifer (P! Only)

Pokémon

Ash(P! Only)

Piers

Raihan

Gordie

Milo

Marnie(P! Only)

Allister(P! Only)

Bea(P! Only)

Nessa

Kabu(P! Only)

Opal(P! Only)

Bede(P! Only)

Melony(P! Only)

Hop(P! Only)

HTTYD

Hiccup

Astrid

Snotlout

The Twins

Dagur

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Zenitsu

Nezuko(P! Only)

Any of the Hashiras

The Maze Runner

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Chuck(P! Only)

Sonic The Hedgehog

Sonic

Tails(P! Only)

Rouge

Knuckles

Shadow

Blaze(My bbg)

Amy

Request anything I'm bored as all hell

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gladerscake · 2 years

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Only Yours

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. Hey, remember my Territorial fic? I’ve decided to throw an Uno Reverse card at it. This time, our darling Y/N is the jealous one 😉 Enjoy!

As much as you loved bonfire nights at the Safe Haven, the new beautiful home you still couldn’t believe was yours, this one was imminently becoming quite… vexing.

Your eyes narrowed into irritated slits, the corner of your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as you observed the scene unfolding before you, the scene you weren’t sure how long you could withstand without crushing your mason jar in between your tensing palms.

You always found Gally incredibly attractive, stupidly so. He was your boyfriend, you could never imagine thinking otherwise. His piercing bluish-green eyes, tall and muscular build, plump lips and freckle-dotted face were all on the list of your biggest weaknesses. Each time his brows furrowed at you in playful banter, every loving grin and every flex of his toned muscles could make your knees wobble and pulse quicken. To you, he was an absolute work of art.

What you hadn’t been prepared for though, was the sudden emergence of other girls that seemed to have similar tastes in male appearances as you.

Newcomers.

Survivors that Vince regularly brought to the island with him from his ventures back into the old world. Most of them were fine, friendly, glad to be alive and eternally grateful for not being left behind to rot. However, among the latest arrival, were a couple of girls around your age. One of whom clearly had a problem with understanding boundaries.

A growling rumble sounded from deep within your throat as you watched her chatting up Gally by the fire. She had intercepted him on his way back to your group and apparently, much to your discontent, was reluctant to let him go.

You could practically hear her obnoxious giggling from where you were standing as she beamed up at him, her eyes raking up and down his burly figure with poorly concealed intrigue.

Having known Gally for almost three years and been together for two of them, you had gotten quite good at reading his body language. You could always easily tell whenever he wanted someone to leave him alone. His shoulders would tense up, his lips would press into a thin line, his arms would cross over his broad chest as he would keep looking to the side, hoping someone or something would come to his aid.

Check, check, check and check, again.

Whatever she was trying to do or make happen, Gally wanted no part of it. He wanted it to end. This was one of those rare instances where he almost regretted becoming a “nicer” person, in comparison to his Glade self. Maybe if he were still that guy, he could’ve just told her to go find someone else to bother and walked away without thinking twice about it or batting an eye. But that wasn’t him anymore, not entirely.

Your jaw clenched as you finally placed your mason jar on a nearby bench with an eerily slow movement, your drink sloshing inside.

If someone was going to come to Gally’s rescue, it was inevitably going to be you.

Meanwhile, Gally was trying his earnest to keep his cool. He wasn’t used to female attention, aside from yours, nor did he care for it. He may not have had too much experience with girls, but he wasn’t dumb or blind. It was obvious this girl was a little too interested in talking to him. And while someone like Minho, for instance, would have reveled in that kind of ego-stroking scenario, Gally was merely annoyed by it. It didn’t feel like a lighthearted conversation with a newcomer, it felt like a nuisance. A fly buzzing around his head that he couldn’t find a way to politely get rid of.

“So anyway, my friend told me she saw you working on a shack on the beach earlier! Are you some kind of builder around here?”

The girl’s high-pitched voice grazed Gally’s ears, momentarily forcing his focus away from searching the crowd for help as he looked back at her, plastering an attempt at a light smile, as best as he could.

“Yeah. You could say that.”

The girl broke into a wide grin, fingers tapping on her mug as she glanced over his tall form once again “That’s so cool! Are you in need of any help?”

Oh, he was. Just not the kind of help she was hinting at.

“Because if you are, I’d be so excited to try! Must be thrilling to make something turn from a pile of wood to-“

“Baby?”

Gally’s heart flipped at the familiar sound of your voice as it called out for him, his head snapping in the direction it was coming from.

Relief coated every nerve in his body, his clenching jaw visibly relaxing as you gingerly pushed through the swarm of people swaying by the fire. Your glimmering eyes that reflected the dancing flames caught his almost pleading gaze, inadvertently bringing a small grin to the corner of his mouth.

He didn’t even notice the way the girl’s face fell as you approached him, one of your slender arms slipping around his powerful torso.

“I’ve been looking for you.” You murmured with a coy smile, deliberately avoiding eye-contact with the source of Gally’s predicament for the moment.

Gally breathed out a chuckle, swinging his heavy arm around your shoulders.

“Sorry, I got held up, this is, uh…” He reluctantly returned his gaze to the girl, quickly realizing that he had already forgotten her name, even though he was positive she had mentioned it.

The girl’s lips twitched with a barely-contained frown “Maddy.”

“Maddy. Right. This is Y/N - my girlfriend.” Gally disclosed, the note of pride lacing his deep voice making you bite back a smirk as he gently pulled you closer into his side.

“Nice to meet you!” You smiled as genuinely as it was possible, which wasn’t an easy task. You didn’t miss the way Maddy’s fingers tightened around her mug, the effort to keep up a friendly facade evident on her features.

“Nice to meet you, too! Sorry, I was just wondering if Gally was… looking to extend the team!”

You hummed, knowing full well that even if he was, a newcomer who evidently was only looking to get closer to him, wouldn’t make it in a million years. Gally seemed to read your mind as his calloused hand trailed down to your waist with a warm squeeze, the small gesture sending a flourish of affection through your senses.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll let you know if a spot opens up.” You quipped, looking up at your boyfriend as he forced back a snicker at the thought “Sorry to cut this short, but our friends are waiting right over there. You coming?”

Gally was about to open his mouth to respond when, suddenly, his skin heated up under your soft fingertips as they trailed down his cheek in a feathery caress. Before he had a chance to say anything, your arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him down as your lips captured his in a deep, yearning kiss.

Every thought flushed out of his mind as he melted into your soft lips, a quiet hum of satisfaction drowning against your mouth as he returned the kiss with matching vigor, the hand that resided on your waist delivering another firm squeeze.

Figuring the necessary point has been made and not wanting to get carried away right there in front of everyone, you pulled away from Gally’s heavenly lips with a smooth grin.

The red that dusted his cheeks was as prominent as ever as you released a hushed giggle before looking over to the girl that still stood close by, slightly paler in the face than a minute ago.

“We’ll see you around, okay? Enjoy the night!” You chirped, barely registering her response as Gally promptly pulled you away, already heading back to where the rest of your friends were, his arm once again finding its way around your shoulders.

You felt a tingle rush through your body as he leaned down to your ear, his whisper tickling your skin.

“Mind if I ask what that was?”

Your brows propped upwards as you looked up at him, wide-eyes feigning innocence “What do you mean?”

Gally smirked, his piercing, irresistible eyes locking to yours “No, don’t do that. You know what I mean. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s not usually like you to put on a display like that.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, the flickering mischief in Gally’s eyes messing with your attempts to keep up the innocent act. His devilishly handsome smirk was not helping matters either.

“Well, you clearly needed rescuing. I happen to think I did a great job of that. Effective, no?” You grinned up at Gally as he laughed, lowly, pressing his lips to your temple and kissing your hair.

“Very. In more ways than one.”

You rolled your eyes at the cheeky implication, playfully smacking his broad chest as he merely feigned an “ouch”.

“Easy now. Think we can make it through one whole bonfire?”

Gally shrugged, the idea of calling it an early night already bouncing off of the corners of his mind as he responded with a provocative pinch to your hip.

It wasn’t difficult to guess what he meant.

No promises.

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theimaginethinker · 5 months

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Beyond the Wall (Gally x Female! Reader)

Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Language, Violence, Use of Y/N

Chapter 2: Faces of Old (at least to Gally) and New

Time Skip (7 months)

“You ready, Love?” I hear a male voice, one that I have become used to, call out to me as I finish putting my weapon on my shoulder and grabbing my mask.

“Of course, I am.” I walk out of our room to see Gally standing at the door of our area. Lawrence had moved all of us to a different part of the outer city about 6 months back. And in that time, me and Gally had gotten closer and have started a relationship. We work well together, and Lawrence constantly put us on missions together, so it was just time till it happened. “There’s going to be a larger crowd today. So, we need to be careful today because WCKD might do something. Who knows with them.” I said as we climbed on to the top of the van. Gally sitting closest to the back of the van.

“We’ll be fine.” He says give me a kiss before we put our masks on. He hits the side of the van to let the driver know that we're good to go. And we were off going through the crowd making sure nothing went wrong.

“We are the voice of the voiceless. “Jasper started on the loudspeaker at the front of the van. “They hide behind their walls, thinking they can keep the cure for themselves, while they watch the rest of us wither and rot!” We scan the crowd as we move through, at one point I feel Gally tense up some when we go past a group of people who look like it's their first time in the city.

“We need to grab them.” He says to me as I give him a look through my mask but keeps his eyes on a dark hair male. “My maze.” Is all he says and I know what he talks about. I nodded as we got off of the van and started to follow the group. A crowd starts to build at the barrier, and it gets louder. Gally stops with me behind him and one of the other males beside me. “We might have trouble on our hands if WCKD knows he’s here.” Gally informs us, as he continues forward keeping an eye on another male, the blond one, from the group. Said male looks back and has a worried look as he looks to his right to find some more of our guys but keeps walking forward.

“Gally, I think WCKD knows he’s here.” I said looking up at a drone. Gally sees it and starts to push his way through the crowd. I stay back with the other male; I turn to him. “Go get the vans ready.” I tell him as I hear metallic creaking, I turn back to the wall to the inner city. “Shit.” I said as they started to fire. I help people get away as I run towards the vans. I get into the second van with three of the males from the other group. The older one calling the girls name, and the males try to get me to take him. “No way, you two deal with him, I got the other two.” I told them looking at the blond from earlier and the other brunette. We got in and I sat watching them try to get the older male under control as we took off. The younger two looked at me like I was going to help, and I just shook my head. We jolted back and forth, I laughed at some of the males trying their best to not get hit by the older male. We finally stopped just as the older male threw one of the two out the back doors.

“Where you are going?” he asked the man he throw out. Jumping out and getting on top of him. “Where is she, you son of a bitch?” I then hear a female voice calling out to him getting him to stop. I get out of the van as the group deals with that. Walking over to Gally he looks me up and down, I shake my head telling him that I’m okay. Gally then stops the others from getting into the fight and pulls them back. The female finally gets the older male to calm down. Other Guards pulling the other males away from the two.

“Everybody relax.” Gally starts trying to get everyone to calm down. “We’re all on the same side here.”

“What do you mean same side? Who the hell are you?” The dark-haired male asked. Gally takes a second looking at the group and glancing at me before taking his mask off. I follow doing the same.

“Hey, Greenie.” He says after turning back to them. The three younger males were shocked.

“Gally?” The dark-haired male question coming closer. He then gets angry and punches Gally, I rush forward but Gally stops me by a quick look. Some of the guards pointed their guns, as the blond-haired boy moves to stop him.

“Stop! It’s all right!” Gally calls out, I move to stand next to them.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop! Stop it!” The blond says grabbing on to the darker-haired male. Him and Gally keeping eye contact with each other.

“He killed Chuck.” Oh no, Gally has told me the story. And I've woken up to him having nightmares about that multiple times.

“Yeah, I know. I remember. I was there too, all right?” The blond still trying to calm him down. “But I also remember that he was stung and half out of his mind.” The blond looked around at all of us. “Just calm down. All right?” He gets up off of Gally as I help him up. I gave a nod to the blond in the process.

“Kind of had that coming.” He spoke and touched his jaw. “Anybody else? Fry? Newt?”

“Do you know this guy?” the older male asked.

“He was an old friend.” The darker skinned male answered. Gally looked back at me, I shook my head at him.

“How? How is this possible?” The blonde asked. “We watched you die.”

“No, you left me to die.” Gally replied. “And if we hadn’t found you when we did, you’d be dead right now.” There was silence before I decided to speak up.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked behind Gally for him. He moved to the side to let them see me. They all gave me weird looks.

“Minho.” the blonde replied. I turn my head to look at Gally. “WCKD has him here. We’re looking for a way in.” They are all silent at each other before Gally replied.

“We can help with that.” I nudge him with my elbow, and he looks down at me. Tilted my head and he just looks back towards the others. “Follow us.” He tells them as we all turn to walk.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” the dark-haired male told us.

“Suit yourself.” I told him back. He turned his head to look at me, giving me a questionable look. “But we can get you through those walls.” I feel Gally place his hand on my lower back, something only the girl and blonde take note of. We started walking and they followed us as Gally told them what had happened to him.

“After the maze, I got picked up by Y/N here and her group headed to the city.” He smiled at me and I smiled back.

“We realized he was immune, I patched him up, and brought him here to Lawrence.” I told them as we continued to walk farther into the building.

“This group’s been at war with WCKD ever since they took control of the city.” We pass the weapons area as he tells the group. “But WCKD can’t hide behind those walls forever. Day’s going to come, and they’re going to pay for what they’ve done.” We stop and Gally turns to the group, but I continue walking into Lawrence’s room.

“Ah…Y/N. Good to see that you're okay, sweetheart. Jasper told me. I can’t go losing one of my favorites.” Lawrence says to me.

“No, sir. I’m all fine.” I told him as he goes back to what he was doing. I gave Jasper a nod.

“Rose took my nose, I suppose. Rose took my nose, I suppose. Suppose, suppose, took my nose…” Lawrence whispers as Gally leads the group in. “Gally, glad to see you made it back as well. But seeming has Y/N ain’t sad nor crying, I should've expected that.” He said with a little chuckle, and I looked down as Gally stopped beside me. “Jasper told me what happened.” He came back up from his rose giving Jasper a look to leave.

“It was a slaughter.” Gally told him. “There’s nothing we could do against those guns.”

“No, but they can only poke the hornet’s nest so long before they get stung.” Lawrence replies before smelling a rose. “Now, who are these people? Why are they here?”

“We need to get into WCKD. Gally said you can get us through the walls.” The dark-haired male steps forward.

“Gally should know better than to make promises that he can’t keep.” Lawrence told the male as I gave a ‘I told you’ look towards Gally. Lawrence looks at Gally and sighs. “Besides, that wall is only half your problem. Getting inside WCKD is impossible.”

“There might be a way now.” Gally pipes up. “But it doesn’t work without Thomas.” Wait Thomas? That’s who the dark-haired boy is. Oh lord help me. Thomas gives a look to Gally, what is Gally talking about.

“Is that so?” Lawrence question. “Do you know what I am…Thomas?” He asked Thomas as he came closer. “I am a businessman.” he gets in his face. “Which means that I don’t take unnecessary risks. Why should I trust you?”

“Cause I can help you.” Thomas replies. “You see, if you can get me through those walls. I can get you what you need.”

“What is it that you think I need?”

“Time. Every last drop.” Lawrence scoffs looking at his IV bag, then to me and Gally.

“Is that what I need?”

“WCKD has something we both want.”

“I’ll tell you what. Two can go for now. The rest stay down here with me.” Lawrence offers “Just a little insurance to make sure you find your way back.” They all look at each other. “We have a deal?” Lawrence asks, offering his hand to shake and Thomes takes it. “Gally, show him the way. Y/N you're staying here to watch the rest of them.” Me and Gally share a look. This will be the first time he separates us since we became partners.

“Yes, sir.” I replied.

We get back to our area to change before Gally leads Thomas and the blond to the city.

“Okay real quick who is who? I figure out who Thomas is but the other four.” I question Gally in our room.

“The blonde is Newt, the other is Frypan. The older male and female I have no clue.” He tells me.

“And what's this new plan?”

“You know the girl I pointed out to you in the WCKD building?”

“Uh, yeah. Teresa you said her name was.”

“She is our key. Her and Thomas are close and we can get in through her.” He told me and we walked out to go to the tunnel that leads to the city. We removed the cover and they all looked down as me and Gally grabbed the latter.

“Be careful, Thomas.” I hear the older male say.

“Stay safe. Love you.” I said quietly to Gally, and he gave me a kiss on the head. He sits at the edge of the hole, and I give him the flashlight. Then I stand next to Lawrence in the corner,

“Gally, take care of these two.” Frypan told him.

“Yeah” He replies, descending down the latter. Thomas follows, then Newt. I turn to the other three left.

“Follow me, they're going to be gone for a while.” I told them.

“I’ll have someone come get you when they get back.” Lawrence tells us, I gave him a nod back and showed them. To the church area where I let them rest.

I sit in the back messing with my necklace from Gally. The female walks over and sits next to me. “Hello.” She says. I give her a small smile. “I’m Brenda.”

“Y/N”

“I figured, as Gally kept calling you that.”

“Yeah. Um.. who’s the older man, that seems very protective of you?”

“That’s Jorge. I met him after my parents died when I was younger. He took me in and gave me a safe place to grow and learn” I nodded to her. “What about you?”

“What about me? I got put into a maze where my memories were wiped. I got out of my maze by myself earlier than WCKD planned on. They put me in the Scorch by myself, little to no instructions. Was found by Lawrence group and they didn’t sell me back to WCKD. Four months later I found Gally and saved him. We have been connected ever since then. He’s had my back. I've had his.” I told her.

“I can tell you he’s changed since the maze. Now I’m thinking it’s because of you.” Frypan came up to us. “He used to be cold. Now he’s warm, more willing to help and hear others out.”

“He was very aggressive when we first met. After I saved his life and let him have my bed.” I told them. “He got over it after I yelled at him. And Lawrence just kept putting us together for every mission. So, we just formed a relationship.” I smile at the end of it.

“Do you know how Gally is planning on getting us into WCKD?” Jorge asked.

“Yes, I do. But I feel its not my place to say it just yet.” I told the three of them with a smile.

Gally POV

“Stay safe. Love you.” Y/N said quietly to me and I gave her a kiss on the head. I sits at the edge of the hole, and she hands me the flashlight. She walks over and stands next to Lawerence.

“Gally,” I look up at Frypan. “take care of these two.”

“Yeah” He replies, descending the latter. Thomas follows after me, then Newt. We start walking down the tunnel and I hear Newt groan.

“This is gross.” He says out loud.

“Yeah, this is great.” Thomes comments. I get the generator for the lights and turn it on revealing the long tunnel. We start walking down the tunnel.

“Stay with me. We got a ways to go.” I tell them. We get most of the way down the tunnel before Newt speaks again.

“Hey Gally. How did you end up with a bloody crank as a roommate, man?” He asked me. Well Lawerence isn’t my roommate Y/N is but I’m not going to say that.

“Actually I owe that crank my life. Y/n too.” I tell them. “When Y/N and her crew found me and brought me back. Lawerence could have sold me back to WCKD. Traded my life for a few vials of serum.” I look back at them and kept walking down the tunnel. “Instead, he offered me a place. Both of them thought I had something worth living for.” We got to the end of the tunnel, and I turned on the flashlight.

“What’s that?” Thomes asked. What I got worth living for, Y/N. And any future with her. But I kept quite. Turing back to them.

“Wait here.” I told them and went down the smaller tunnel. I went to look at the train tunnel too see what was going on. I hope that this all comes to a end and me and Y/N can settle down somewhere and not have to deal with WCKD on a daily bases. I come back and catch the end of Newt’s sentence.

“There was a time when Gally was a true friend of mine.” That time was long ago and I was a different person with a different head space. I take a breath before making my presents known.

“Hey.” They both turned to look at me. “It’s clear. Let’s move.” I told them, getting up and they followed me. We got to the hole in the wall that leads us to the train tunnel. “Alright, this way.” I stop at the end and look down the tunnel seeing a train coming. “Hold up.” As it got closer, I braced myself. I’ll never get use to this part. Then the train got flying by. “Okay. We got to be quick about this.” I told them louder so they could hear me over the train. “Not going to have a lot of time. Stay on me. Okay.” The train finishes passing. “Okay, let’s go.” I told them, then jumped out and they followed. And I replace the vent back over the hole.

“Alright. Tommy loves trains. Don’t you mate?” Newt says. That a story I need to here but not right now.

“Great.” I said and started running. “Cause your going to see another one real soon. Come on.” I told them. They wait a moment before they take off after me down the tunnel.

“Gally, what the hell are we doing?” I hear Thomes yell at me.

“Less talking. More running.” I yell back. I start to see that the next train is coming.

“Gally.” Thomes yells again.

“Come on.” I yell as I turn back to them. “We’re almost there.”

“Newt, come on we got to move. Come on.” Thomes says. Has I see the train get closer we barely make it to the other opening. I start climbing we I turn and see Newt has fallen. Shit no. “Newt.”

“No” I yell as I push Thomes to the wall and run for Newt. If I die Y/N will find a way to bring me back to life and kill me again. But I’m not letting another person die on my watch. I get to him just as the train comes and push him down as the train goes over us. Y/N going to kill me either way probably. The train is gone. I sit up as Newt groans. “Well that was a first. Never were great runners. Were we Newt?” I said in a little jokingly way.

“Well, I only got one good leg.” Newt replies as I help him up.

“Yeah, I only got one good lung.” I reply back to him.

“Okay?” Thomes asked Newt but I don’t see his reply. Newt does start coughing thought. I nod my head towards the opening.

“This way.” I said walking over and climbing the latter. We walk till we get to the city. I open the door slowly and walk into the crowed like I’m suppose to be there. Thomes and Newt follow, they’re looking around at everything. Announcements go off as we wall, talking about the mandatory curfew. We walked by a group of people. “Infection checks. All you got to do is sneeze around here and you get kicked out.” I told them. “That’s the price of paradise, I guess.” We make it out on to the street, Thomes and Newt take in everything. Just like I did when Y/N first brought me with her on one of her many scouting of WCKD. Something that me and her do a lot as it’s sometimes the only time we get alone with one another.

“This is a long way from the Glade” Newt says. And another announcement rings out.

“Yeah, we better get off these streets.” I let them know. “And I know it’s hard, but act like you’ve seen it before.” I finish before walking down the stairs. We move through the streets quickly. Avoiding any vehicles as much as possible. “They’ve Definitely upped security.” I say as another van passes us. “I guessing you shanks have something to do with that.” I told them as I looked at them. “All right, let’s get outta here.” I said running we get to the wall. “All right, Newt, you’re up.” I said helping him up onto the wall. I turn to help Thomes, but he just ignores me and jumps up on his own. I follow after making sure we are clear. We get to the lookout spot on the wall, where we have a view of the WEKD building. “There it is. If WEKD got Minho, that’s where they’ll be keeping him.” I pull out the telescope that Y/N hidden under a pile of stuff. “Lawrence has been trying to find a way in for years.” I look through the telescope finding Teresa, find her in her normal room. “Place is crawling with soldiers. They got surveillance everywhere.” Look up and take a quick glance at Thomes before leaning against the railing. “Scanners on every floor.”

“Sounds like a bloody fortress.” Newt replies.

“Yeah, I thought you said you had a way in.” Thomes says after him and we look at each other.

“I might” I reply.

“You “might”? What the hell do you mean “might”?” I sigh. “Gally, you said you could get us in there. We’re following your lead here. We’re trusting you. We don’t have to do that” Thomes tell me getting angrier.

“Yeah, alright. Let get a few things straight first. Other wise there’s no point in going any further.” I told him. “Look I know what I did, okay. I may not remember, but I know.” I look at both of them “I see Chuck’s face every time I close my eyes. You can ask Y/N about it. She’s had to wake me up because of it.” I look at Thomes before looking back a WEKD. “Listen we don’t have to be friends. And I’m not asking for anybody’s forgiveness. I’m asking we put it behind us cause we want the same thing. And after this we go our separate ways but until then, non of this works unless we trust each other.” I looked at him and he nodded.

“Okay.” Thomes says.

“Take a look.” And I backed up from the telescope so Thomes can look through it. I stand back and watch him look through. “I said I had a way in.” I told him as he looked up and back at me. “I didn’t say you were gonna like it.” Then Newt takes his turn and when he’s done the looks at Thomes with a look. This is going to be interesting.

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