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whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok

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when i search up ‘(character) x reader’ and 90% of the fics are smut

NOT bashing smut writers/readers!! i just wish there were more fluff or angst ffs :(

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Picture Perfect | Cole Sprouse x Male Reader

Author's Note: I'm not entirely sure where this idea came from but it's been in my head for a very long time and I've been ever so slightly obsessed with Cole recently (I really do seem to be reverting to my childhood fandoms after leaving lol)

Cole Sprouse x Male! Film Student! Reader

Quitting acting was a breath of fresh air for Cole. He knew he didn't want to do it anymore but it did leave him with a massive question lingering of, 'what the fuck am I going to do now?'

He decided, rather impulsively, to apply for a photography course in New York. He realised that this was possibly a bad idea by the time he'd already been recognised 6 times before he'd even stepped through the door of his first lecture but he really did love photography so he stuck it out

Meanwhile, you were doing a course on filmmaking and cinematography on the same campus. You didn't interact with Cole that often, you weren't on the same course so probably only passed each other on campus, in the city or related classes like composition, camera or lighting classes and beyond thinking he was pretty, you didn't really over react much to his presence because truth be told, you didn't know who he was.

You were fascinating for him, he spent a lot of time just looking at you because for a long time you were the only one that wasn't looking at him. You didn't seem to give a shit that the former Disney or riverdale star was on campus with you or behind you in a lecture and he loved that.

He was given a project that meant he needed a model and he'd already started planning and writing the project around you before he'd even asked. He did eventually find the courage to talk to you and you thought he was taking the piss when he asked you, you were usually behind the camera so being asked to be a model was not something you expected.

Working with him was...odd or rather you found him very odd. He insisted that you had his personal number, only had meetings or shoots with you in the middle of nowhere or isolated meeting rooms, only ever gave you his first name, barely told you anything about his life and refused to give you any of his social media. This was all his best attempt to make sure you didn't find out who he actually was but you just assumed it was because he was a bit weird, and there was no shortage of weird people in film school so in the grand scheme of things he didn't stand out

It wasn't bad at all though! He was a very relaxed person to work with, really letting you do whatever you want with him just being there to capture it (it certainly wasn't because he wrote the whole project surrounding you rather than any specific poses)

He always insisted that the two of you ordered something or went out for dinner afterwards at some dimly lit cafe or restaurant saying something like “it would be rude not to feed my crew” but really it was just because he wanted to spend time with you

He realised that what he feeling about you probably wasn’t platonic relatively fast, by the time he found himself just staring at the pictures he took of you or imaging you with him he knew he was fucked.

The two of you weren't quite as close after that, at least not as much as he'd wanted you to be. You texted occasionally with him giving you updates on how the pictures were looking in editing, asking questions about classes, you questioning him on his camera etc but you couldn't really be considered friends.

He started to worry that you would never be as close as he wanted you to be and started thinking of possible ways he could try and hang out with you again. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long because soon you messaged him and asked if he'd act in your film project.

It did panic him a bit, he thought that maybe you knew him the whole time and only spoke to him for his 'acting ability' but then you messaged again and politely told him he was your last resort because everyone else you asked said no or was busy so that calmed him. He’d never been so happy to be someone’s last option.

If he was intrigued by you before, he fucking fell in love with you while filming your project. Overall, it took about a month of filming and he spent more time with you than he could have ever imagined. The two of you spent hours rehearsing in tiny rooms, blocking on set, filming in random locations, howling with laughter in cramped voice over booths and walking back to halls in the dead of night after wrapping

It did, sort of, reignite his passion for acting. You did, without thinking say something along the lines of, “You should be an actor” to which he froze for a while before spitting out, “Not really my thing.” and you left it alone.

He refused to go to the wrap party with you, he refused to go to any party with you actually whether that's campus halloween parties, 4th of July, wrap parties, christmas anything. You did start to notice his absence at all of these things but you just figured he didn't very much like going out which wasn't a crime.

He was terrified of you finding out who he actually was, he legitimately had nightmares about it especially as the two of you got closer and closer and he started thinking there was a possibility he might be able to have you. He begged you not to 'google him' which you initially laughed at until you saw how serious he was about it. He wasn't entirely sure what he was scared of, that you'd somehow treat him differently after you knew?

Eventually you did find out, you caved and googled him (mostly because people usually say 'don't google me' if they've been arrested before or something so you were just being cautious) and...you didn't really make a big deal about it.

You asked him about it of course but mostly just to let him know that he didn't have to stress about hiding it anymore. He was a little annoyed that you found out but that didn't last long when the logical part of his brain said that there was no way you wouldn't find out

You ended up telling him a few things you were keeping from him to help make him feel better whether that's any toxic relationship stories, dysfunction family stories, insane work or school dramas, anything to make him feel a little better

When there were no more secrets between the two of you, you found it a lot easier to get closer to each other and the two of you could just hang out with minimal stress

He would definitely be the one to confess first, the two of you would be hanging out as you often did probably sitting in one of your rooms or flats, discussing your favourite films when it just slips out that he really likes you

He cried the first time the two of you got plastered over some celebrity news site somewhere just because he was really enjoying pretending to be 'normal' and he felt bad that you had this thrust upon you when you didn't ask for it. It shocked you a bit to see him break down like that but again, you didn't make a massive deal to of it just comforting him and letting him feel whatever he was feeling. This was another reason he absolutely adored you.

You often go out at night rather then in the day because you're less likely to be spotted. He initially feels really guilty about having to make you do this but you made it a good thing by hanging out in parks under dim street lamps, catching the sunrises, taking aesthetic pictures under the city lights of New York etc

When you do go out in the day it's very 'safe' areas like secluded beaches, hills, dark cinemas, forest picnics etc

The two of you are also incredibly good at entertaining yourselves and doing things indoors if he doesn't feel like taking the risk of going out at all. You'll sit at home and play board games, do powerpoint nights, paintings or you'll get the cameras out and fuck around doing at home photoshoots or really shit short films

He adores couple pictures of you, making cute pictures of you together his lock screen, printed them out all over his house and even just keeping a folder of them so he can look at them whenever he misses you or if he's having a rough day

He loves taking pictures of you and he will take every opportunity. He calls you his 'muse' a lot but you can never tell whether he's saying that because he means it or because he's being intentionally pretentious. He'll often set up photoshoots for you which often end in him just starting at you because he finds you so handsome and also often ends in a lot of kissing in between posing and pictures

Sometimes you'll turn the tables on him and take pictures of him and even if he is a little flustered by it at first, he has a lot of fun with you especially because he trusts you the most out of any photographer he works with so he doesn't mind being experimental with pictures

He'll often sit with you while you're editing, resting his head on your shoulder or hovering behind you to see what you're up to, giving suggestions, praising you when he thinks its good, cringing at his own performances etc

He has a private instagram account that's just full of pictures of you, whether that's candid pictures he got of you from day to day or pictures he's taken of you for projects. He always considers posting them on his main to show the world how handsome he thinks you are but he always gets too nervous to do that not really knowing how people would react

It took a while for him to feel confident to be public with you but he realised that he didn't want to keep living his life in fear and he was known for doing things to piss off the internet like posing his ass or Tumblr social experiments so he often found himself taking your hand in front of paparazzi or throwing himself at you in front of fans taking pictures

In a way, that was almost a safety blanket for him, a way to show the world he didn't care what anyone thought even if secretly he did but he didn't fool you. You found yourself often distracting him from social media whether that's by complimenting him when his spirits were down or if it comes to it confiscating his phone, forcing him to do other things he likes like going for walks, practicing photography, watching TV with you etc

It was a while before he was comfortable with you posting about your relationship or him publicly and you respected that, refraining from doing so or always running things by him before you posted them but he came to appreciate your birthday stories, candid pictures and most of all your pride. You were very proud of him and very proud to be his boyfriend and that was abundantly clearly every time you posted him because you did so with very little care of who saw or what hate comments would inevitably be thrown your way

He does have to refrain from hitting the ceiling when he sees you getting hate comments, he knew it would be inevitable with how mental he knew his fans could be but it didn't hurt any less when he saw them. He did reply to a few which you scolded him for, stating that you just didn't want to acknowledge them.

He admires you a lot, you weren't famous like the majority of people he'd surrounded himself with since childhood and nor were you chasing fame. That made you fascinating and made him love you so much more. He trusted you, you weren't with him for his fame or notoriety and that much was obvious from day one which was all he'd ever really wanted. He envied you in a way, he wished he could be so flippant about not caring what people think in the way you could

At the final premieres and exhibitions for the projects that you helped each other out with the two of you were very openly together, taking pictures together, holding hands in the screening and afterwards talking at length about how proud you were of the other

As time goes on, he has absolutely no shame about it, he'll openly discuss the effect being famous and having fans has on his relationship and trying to be a 'normal person' whether that's just in instagram posts or on one of the podcasts that he's been known for going on

He will forever say that the film he worked on with you when you first met was his proudest for and his favourite thing he's ever been in, regardless of how good the final product ended up being

Here's a song that reminds me of this fic a bit!

A/N: I know this was a bit random but it was fun to write!

REQUESTS

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Could you please write a Joe Locke head cannon fic with a boyfriend who's also famous and they comfort each other when it comes to things like bullying or privacy (maybe with a protective Joe?)

(if you write social media pics too that would be amazing!!)

Here you go!! I'm so sorry this took me so long to get out it's been sitting in my inbox for AGES but it was so fun to work on!! Let me know if there's any kind of 'famous' I've missed lol

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FAME | Joe Locke x Famous! Male Reader

Joe Locke x Famous! Male Reader

Request: Could you please write a Joe Locke head cannon fic with a boyfriend who's also famous and they comfort each other when it comes to things like bullying or privacy (maybe with a protective Joe?) (if you write social media pics too that would be amazing!!)

Trigger Warnings: really brief mentions of self image issues, eating disorders, bullying and unwanted sexual behaviour.

ACTOR

You probably met through mutual actor friends at a party or get together or something. Or you met by working on the same project. He thought you were cool to start off with but it wasn't until a few more meetings that he thought he properly had a crush on you.

The two of you started your relationship being cautious, avoiding being completely blasted by the media or either of your fanbases.

He absolutely hates it when you watch him on screen. If you hadn't seen it already, he absolutely begged you not to watch heartstopper (whether or not you agreed to that is up to you) because he gets really embarrassed (and I imagine he doesn't want you to watch him snogging someone else)

The two of you tell each other stories about your acting and theatre experience in your childhood (along with taunting each other with terrible old pictures of stage performances and mental costumes)

If ever you have to kiss someone else in a show or film he will lose his mind which is incredibly ironic considering what he does for 90% of his job

God forbid there's some kind of sex scene or overly intimate scene between you and your co star, it drives him slightly mad.

You'll be sitting at the premiere of a film you were in, watching yourself kiss your co star meanwhile Joe's nails are unconsciously digging so far into your hand or arm they're nearly drawing blood

"Joe!" you whisper yell, pulling your hand back quickly.

"what??"

"You okay? You just scratched me!"

"How many takes did that scene take?"

"Oh...i don't remember ... four?"

"FOUR-?!"

Whenever you see that particular co star say at another event or the afterparty or the premiere he either ends up being performatively nice or accidently really bitchy which he does feel bad about and you two end up having to have a talk about jealousy when you get home afterwars or in the car (it's also followed by lots of kissing you because he needs to prove that he gets to do it more than them)

He takes great pleasure in bragging about you (he'll seriously annoy people sometimes without meaning to)

"My boyfriend's literally spiderman"

"Have i ever seen Hamilton? Yeah! My boyfriend's in it!"

"Have i seen Stranger Things? Yeah i mean i went to the premiere cause Y/N’s in it,"

(seriously he gets a little bit annoying sometimes but it's just because he's proud of you)

The two of you love updating each other about what projects you're working on (if you can) sharing pictures and set stories over dinner or over whatever quick phone calls you can get in

Similarly you also end up connecting each other with a lot of people through your own networks or sending each other audition information

If you're a theatre actor and you have to be intimate with someone else (worst case scenario something like JD in Heathers lol) he ends up sitting in the audience biting his lip so hard he nearly bursts it. (and then ends up clapping slightly too aggressively)

He ends up being a lot more emotionally affected by your performances in theatre than on screen. If ever you give an emotional monologue or if you're in a particularly deep show he's in tears

If you're ever in a one man show like that of the national theatre or Vanya or something then he's absolutely mesmerised by you. He thinks it's so cool how you can command a whole stage on your own (that and he always says he could watch you for hours so a show with just you in it is perfect)

He's always down to help you rehearse. The two of you end up running around your living room with script in hand having fun and occasionally rehearsing (he loves when he rehearses kissing scenes with you-)

If ever you have a particularly hard hitting role or something that might be traumatic for you he always makes sure to be extra soft with you all throughout filming or performing whether that's making you breakfast before shoots to make sure you were eating right or excessive cuddles after you get back from set or the theatre. (that's also in place for him when he ends up watching whatever it was because he'd obviously find it hard to see you in pain or being hurt or whatever it was that this role entailed)

He's so publicly horny for you and everyone finds it fucking hilarious. He's the type to screenshot pictures of you in particularly sexy outfits or scenes and send them to you with joking emojis or comment whenever a fan makes a thirsty edit of you (he also very much enjoys reading fanfiction about you when he gets bored)

Whenever he sees pictures of you anywhere, whether it's on merch or posters, he always takes a picture of it and sends it to you as a little reminder that he's always thinking about you (he still takes pictures of them even if you break up, his friends all tell him to stop but he can't)

“Look what I saw on the tube this morning 🥰 hi baby”

“Ur on the screens in Piccadilly btw”

“Saw your picture on the side of the theatre, you look stunning x”

It's your personal goal to ensure that the two of you get to act together if you hadn't already. One day that can actually happen, the two of you end up doing either a romance film together or a play where the two of you are the main love interests (think Jamie Lloyd's 'The Effect') and you love it. It would probably win awards based on how real your acting felt and the internet would go MENTAL (expect there to be thouands of tiktok edits of whatever it is)

If you're a voice actor then people often find him watching or listening to anything that you do, whether it's audiobooks he's never been interested in before or randomly watching childrens cartoons just because you voice a character

If you're the voice actor for a game then he suddenly has to become the master of it because there's no way he wants to end up killing your character (or sometimes he does it intentionally if the two of you had just had an argument-)

(yes he does touch himself to your voice sometimes but that's not important and yes he got very embarrassed and left the room when you eventually found that out)

He gets heated whenever people are rude to you online (or just rude to you in general) mostly because he knows how much work goes into acting so he really has to hold himself back from replying to comments or fighting journalists or interviewers that're mean or rude to you

If ever it gets too much for the two of you he'll encourage you to take social media breaks where you just focus on each other or spending time with your friends and family or if it really too bad, the two of you will book a holiday somewhere and go away from absolutely everything for a while

If you absolutely hate looking at yourself on screen or you hate the feeling of being on stage because of insecurity then he'll sit you down and tell you everything he thinks is beautiful about you or shows you scenes where he thinks that you look insanely handsome in.

He is always by your side at award shows and you're right there when he goes to them too. Your award show speeches bring both each other and everyone else to tears. (afterwards you sit there just staring at the award on the desk sometimes and both gushing over it in excitement)

He cries whenever you win awards (I imagine it gets posted on tiktok under one of those 'the look of love' trends and your fangirls lose their minds - okay I've been yapping now soz)

If you two are public about your relationship then your social media posts are elite. His instagram page is full of pictures of you holding awards or on set or posters of you he saw on the street along with gushing captions about how proud he is of you.

The two of you know how hard it is to be in the public eye, especially in an industry that's very looks orientated so neither of you are ever short of compliments from 'you're so handsome' to 'you're so talented' (i think he even leaves little notes in the pockets of your jackets sometimes if he knows you're going for a particularly hard day, project, shoot, interview etc)

SINGER/SONGWRITER

He cried when he first listened to a song you wrote for him. If you recorded it, then he listens to it whenever he misses you or whenever he’s having a bad day and it reminds him that you love him (he did attempt to write you a song back but it didn’t go very well)

Whenever you write a song about love he smugly asks if it's about him (you did once say no to take the piss and he did NOT like that at all)

He always wants you to play for him or sing for him whether that's singing him to sleep or singing to make him feel better etc

He’ll send you songs or pieces of music he wants to hear you sing or play and it becomes your duty to learn it by the time you next see him (car duets go so hard with the two of you even if he swears blind that he can't sing - he can and you make him sing with you)

He loves being the one that gets to listen to all of your songs or all of your albums first (sometimes he listens to the lyrics to see if you're going through anything you maybe don't have the words to talk about AKA if you release a particularly depressing song he always feels the need to ask if you're okay) and if there’s anything that even remotely sounds like a break up or sad relationship song he’s grilling you about it within seconds because it’s either A. He’s doing something wrong and you want to break up with him or B. You’re thinking about your ex and he doesn’t like either of those things

You beg him to do duets with you. (I’m seeing the two of you forcing yourself into one tiny piano stool to do a duet together - think City of Stars vibe or you’d sit behind him and guide his hands into playing guitar while getting a few sneaky kisses of his neck in)

He shamelessly has you as his number 1 artist on spotify wrapped, posting it all over social media because he's just so proud of you (he actually makes it a competition to be your number 1 fan)

He'll wear your merch. Sometimes ironically, sometimes it's genuinely because he likes it, finds it comfortable or just wanted something to remind him of you. (It’s become a running joke in your fan base to point out just how many times he’s been seen in public wearing your merch)

He's at as many of your concerts as he can possibly get to with it becoming a game of Where's Wally within your fanbase to try and spot him in the crowd. He always receives bracelets or gifts from your fans whenever he is spotted and loves very second of it (though sometimes he does stay backstage with you if it ever gets too overwhelming for him)

His camera roll is absolutely full of pictures of you. Whether it's you in rehearsals or in outfit fitting or photo shoots or you during concerts (or pictures he found on Pinterest that he was shocked he never found before)

He loves sitting in tour rehearsals with you, watching you dance and perform (he likes to pretend that it's a private concert whenever he's there with you)

He does worry sometimes that he’ll lose you. He spends all day hearing your music on the radio or seeing your face on posters or seeing your fans thirst over you and it does sometimes occur to him that one day you might “out grow” him. As happy as he is for you whenever you get a new achievement like a Number 1 or a Grammy or a new interview, you can see him getting more and more worried that he won’t fit into your “pop star lifestyle”

He gets jealous of just about everyone that comes into contact with you, especially if you’re away touring or working. Your dancers had to touch you, the interviewers complimented you, the photographers saw you with your shirt off, a fan hugged you - he hated feeling like that so he knew he had to talk to you about it

You very quickly reassured him that you wanted no one but him and he was the muse of all of your work (he pretended he hated that line and that it was cringe but he couldn’t deny that he tightened his grip on you when you said it)

You only ever want him to act in music videos with you so you two will just have a great time on set and the fan girls love it

He cheers the absolute loudest for you all the time whether that's at concerts, award shows, festivals, other random performances etc

The two of you get edited to your own songs on TikTok

DANCER

He never really understood dance or ballet until he met you, he found it rather boring sometimes to be honest. Because he's not a dancer, you two likely met fairly normally whether that's in a cafe close to your studio or through mutual friends or at some event somewhere

He finds you insanely elegant, being a model himself he adored just looking at you even if you're just standing there he'll compliment your posture or try to copy the way you hold your feet (yk if you're standing in third or something naturally)

Sometimes you'll swipe all the furniture of your flat to one side do you have a massive floor space and you can teach him things. You'll guide his body into gentle stretches and hold him stable while he attempts to releve. Slow dancing while drunk in the kitchen is basically a weekly occurrence for the two fo you.

He worries about you a lot seeing as he knows how toxic the dance world can get so he's always there to offer you compliments or support if you're struggling with your self confidence

If ever you end up telling him things that dance teachers and audition runners have said to you he nearly loses it just because of how mean people have been to you for really mental reasons or how touchy people can get with you. He doesn't let go of you for a good while afterwards, keeping you in his arms.

His entire camera roll is is full of your dance life whether that's professional photos of you mid show, studio photos, pictures of costumes and those really pretentious pictures that dancers take where they're doing leg holds and splits outside landmarks (I say this with love I have a lot of dancer friends)

You often send him pictures of whatever insane costumes you end up wearing for whatever show or shoot that you're doing which he enjoys greatly

Sometimes he'll come and sit in the corner of the studio while you're rehearsing just to watch you (sometimes he'll ask you to teach him whatever you're doing which goes just abut as well as you might expect)

He always brings you flowers at the stage door of your shows and greets you with a massive hug while telling you just how proud he is of you.

He'll help you stretch or rehearse whenever you want him to but he does always worry that he's hurting you when he pushes your leg into a rather deep stretch and you have to constantly reassure him that you're fine.

As nice as he is though, if you ever need someone to kick you up the arse and tell you to try harder or get something done he is absolutely that guy. He takes great joy in yelling at you sometimes to dance better

MODEL

You definitely met at a fashion show whether that's because he was in one or you were in one or you were simply just both invited to the same one/event.

The two of you test outfits on each other all the time and he's not afraid to tell you if something is horrible (but he will equally tell you when you look handsome or downright sexy in an outfit so it’s not so bad)

He worries about you. He knows how toxic, competitive and sometimes abusive the industry can be so he's always there to make sure you're okay. He'll constantly tell you that you're perfect, you're handsome and he loves you

He's very protective over you, it doesn't matter if you're a foot taller or 5 years older than him, he'll still protect you like a guard dog. If he ever sees someone with their arm around your waist or looking at you weirdly at an event or anything, he's at your side in an instant making sure to stick around you or take you out of the environment if he can

If he hears someone say something negative about you whether that’s online or at an event somewhere he’s fucking pissed though likely wouldn’t actually go up to them and say anything to cause a scene. He’d be mysteriously bitchy with them and then post something about kindness on his Instagram story spending the rest of the day making sure you didn’t hear that or comforting you if you did.

AUTHOR

He always gets to read your books first and he gets very excited.

"Is it done yetttt" he flopped his head on your shoulder as you sit over your laptop, your eyes darting down to your notebook for notes every so often.

"You asked me that five minutes ago Joe,"

"Can i just read what you have now?"

"No." You replied, amused as you barely looked away from the laptop

"Ughhhhhhhh!" he groaned as he slipped away and back into lounging on the bed, only to come back and ask you the exact same thing ten minutes later.

Sometimes, you bounce ideas off of him or the two of you sit with a massive sheet of paper and come up with new ideas. Sometimes you class this as an evening date and the two of you get snacks and wine and have little competitions about who can come up with the best ideas or the most character names etc. (one time you accidentally live streamed or posted you two doing this and nearly ended up spoiling your book for the people that followed you)

Speaking of your followers, Joe will absolutely tease the fuck out of them. He'll post himself crying after he just finished your newest unreleased book and say it's the saddest ending ever without spoiling anything and everyone else has to wait until it comes out to read it (sometimes your fans hate him)

He's convinced that every story you write or every character you make up is based on him (it probably is)

If ever he complains about someone he doesn't like he asks if you can write them and kill them in your books. It can be anyone from his worst secondary school enemy to the woman in Costa that fucked up his order.

"Joe i'm writing a high school romance,"

"So?! She can just get hit by a car or something! Mean girls did it"

The two of you often end up acting out scenes from your books to see if they work. Sometimes it gets taken seriously, sometimes you take the piss, sometimes it's just a way for you and Joe to act out sexual or romantic scenes from your books

Speaking of acting, if your books ever get made into films, you cast him wherever you can (or at least heavily push the director to) (which also means you take great pleasure in making his character do whatever the hell you want him to)

He always comes to your book signings and pretends to be a superfan to make you smile (you always write either funny or extremely hypersexual things in his copy of the book when you go to sign it)

If you can't get away with casting him, when you go to record the audio book you definitely get him to either read it or help you read it which means the two of you end up locked in the recording booth together for hours

If you write for television, theatre or film, this is where he's a LOT more involved. He'll give you load of ideas, examples, inspiration etc and he'll end up going to all of the premieres or opening nights with you.

ATHLETE

He knows how intense your training can be sometimes so it’s not uncommon for him to kiss or rub your sore muscles (which does then turn into cuddles with him drawing pictures on your bare back with his finger)

If you’re ever struggling, whether that’s with your physical strength or mental health with all the pressure then he’s always there for you whether that's by giving you massages, listening to you vent or cooking you a nice meal

You’re saved in his phone as “My Y/N💋🥇”

He loves being involved in your training (it’s rare he’ll train with you since the first time he did that it nearly killed him) which means he’ll yell encouragement at you and sometimes hinder you in the name of progress like sitting on you while you do press ups, wall sits or planks. (Granted he does this because he finds it attractive when you lift him but you don't need to know that)

He will absolutely want to try that thing where he sits underneath you while you do push ups so you can give him kisses (this either failed hilariously or led to something that distracted you from training slightly)

He makes sure to cheer SO loudly for you no matter what you're doing whether you're in an Olympic event or whether you're doing a local 5K, he's always your biggest fan

He tries to buy you presents that will help you and you'll love. You may randomly come home to find new trainers or medal shaped chocolates, matching gym shirts etc

His camera roll is absolutely full of pictures of you. Whether that's pictures from your travels, pictures of you at the gym, pictures of you next to your boat if you're a sailor, mid run ETC

F1 DRIVER

This probably came from him being invited to the paddock one day on a celebrity pass. It wasn't like he wasn't interested in F1 at all, he just didn't fully understand it so he wasn't fullyyyy paying attention. That was until he saw you. He's not afraid to admit that he was initially just attracted to you in your uniform because he had no idea what you looked like, (he saw your broad shoulders or nice waist in the race suit and he was gone before he even knew you)

When he did eventually find out what you looked like that only made it worse because he found you, for lack of a better term, really fucking fit.

Consider him your personal race photographer, his entire camera roll is just pictures of you celebrating after races, pictures of you on the podium, pictures of you in your race suit (he finds you incredibly hot in it did I mention that?)

He doesn't quite know how to interact with this world as he's never really known it so he's probably fairly awkward around your friends or colleagues for a while (in truth he's probably scared shitless of interacting with any part of it because he sees the negative side of all of it in the press and on twitter)

He once saved you as “Champion❤️” in his phone to take this piss and never got around to changing it (plus he found out that you find it hot when he calls you that so that was an added bonus - though he did make fun of you for that)

If you ever crash or lightly collide with someone or even get too close to one of the other cars or the wall he's nearly physically sick. He'll joke about it afterwards but just know that he worries about every little thing (it sometimes keeps him up at night)

He doesn't understand the rules at all, not until you sit with him and explain it (probably using a whiteboard) you may also find him watching several 'YouTube explained' videos on it when he thinks you're not watching or when you're still asleep

He's always there for you if you're being bullied by the media, having a rough season or race or even if the stress of a winning streak is getting to you. He never pretends to know how it feels cause really he doesn't but he will always be there to talk, to take your phone off of you if that's what you need, to defend you or give you cuddles

He'll happily help you train (or more likely watch you train and yell encouraging things at you)

He absolutely loves travelling with you when you go to different places for races or meetings, making sure that as busy as you are you always make time to go exploring the places you travel to

INFLUENCER/YOUTUBER

He knew of you before you met I think. He already had watched a few of your videos before and then probably met you at an event somewhere

You will catch him watching your videos alll the time. A. because he loves to support you and B. he misses your voice sometimes

He goes through your comment section just to make sure people are being nice to you and probably logs into your account to delete ones that aren't (but will never admit to doing that)

He always has to hold himself back from replying to comments that're particularly insulting to you or just spreading lies (he probably has a burner account to do just that)

He sometimes will join you in videos and your fans always love it. Whether that's by sitting next to you when you talking you're a video essay person, gaming with you if you're a gamer, helping you if you're a tutorial person, accompanying you if you're a travel person or just being in your life if you're a vlogger

He'll always try his best to help you with whatever you need whether that's research for a video, travelling, setting up equipment etc

He makes sure that you don't spend too much time on social media even if it is your job for your own mental health. If he sees it getting to you, he'll make sure that he takes you out for the day to somewhere nice with no cameras, phones and just the two of you

FILMMAKER

I feel like you two were childhood friends, or at the very least you were friends before either of you were famous. The two of you would make little films up in your rooms that you write and film and he acts in.

He is always the first person to rate and review your films on letterboxd, he has a whole list of just your films.

You do sometimes get into fights about the long hours or just how much time you spend away from him. Especially because he can see how stressful your job is and the toll it takes on you and sometimes his concern doesn't quite come out how he wants it to.

He accompanies you to any award shows that you go to (though he does sometimes get a bit worried that people will focus more on him being here than you because he's more famous by face than you likely are)

If you're an editor then he'll make sure that you take breaks and don't spend too long staring at a computer (even if sometimes he has to drag you away from your desk)

He's definitely on some kind of help forum for spouses of filmmakers

If you can get away with it, you try and cast him in whatever film you’re working on at the moment in at least some capacity

You two will spent hours talking with him asking you about what certain parts of your films meant or how you did certain shots because he wants you to know he's very interested in what you do and very proud of your work

PHOTOGRAPHER

You probably met when you were assigned to take his picture for a magazine or you were the Stills photographer for Heartstopper or Agatha All Along.

The first sign that he liked you was just how comfortable he felt with you. Sometimes, he feels bit awkward or insecure in photoshoots but you always seemed to make him laugh or make him forget about whatever it was that he was he was insecure about

You two followed each other on instagram pretty quickly and he ended up admiring some of your other work. You become the person he comes to whenever he needs photos taken.

He would always ask your advice on outfits or poses whenever he had shoots (sometimes he didn't really need advice, he just wanted a reason to DM you)

When you do finally get together, your social media is just full of pictures of him whether that's from professional shoots or just candid pictures you took of him on your dates

He only gets slightly jealous of the the people that you work with. If he ever hears you over compliment one of your models or if he sees you editing pictures on your laptop of someone a liiitle bit too attractive his whole day is ruined and he's a little bit sulky for the rest of the day

You got very quickly slapped when you jokingly suggested taking sexy pictures of him. (and then he just as quickly took you up on that offer)

He started seeing the world differently when he was with you, he'd look at things and be like ''oh Y/N would love this'' or "this would make such a good photoshoot location" and be often sends you pictures of random shit because “I thought you’d like a photo of this”

He often ends up falling asleep on your shoulder while you're in bed editing pictures, his arms wrapped around your waist probably being a bit awkward for you while you were editing but you wouldn't have it any other way

This request was so much fun! I also combined it with just a general famous boyfriend one i hope that's okay! Let me know if there's any other kind of 'famous' I've missed haha x

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Liam Lawson x Sick! Male Reader

A/N: This was just a fun little fic to help me get back into writing after I've spent a very long time just doing college work before summer

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Liam Lawson x Male! Sick! Reader

He’s insanely irritating about it in a charming way. “You want some water?? Why can’t youuuuu do it?” “ugh do I have to do everythingggg for you?!"

Despite this will not let you out of bed until you’re better, practically wrestling you down if you try and get up to do something

He will spend a good portion of the time trying to piss you off whether that’s seeing how many pencils he can stack on your face while you’re asleep, taking pictures of of you for his Instagram story, whining about you falling asleep on him (even if he secretly loves it) etc

If you have to be sick he'll either bring you a bowl or sit with you in the bathroom rubbing your back and whispering soothing things to you

He does absolutely relish the opportunity to do absolutely nothing with you. The two of you snuggle on the bed watching cars and working your way through your favourite shows and films

He hates having to leave you but if you’re sick on race weekend you send him a picture from your house or the hotel or you watching the race in bed. He says it encourages him to do well, saying dumb shit like “I have to be fast to get home to you”

As much as he loves joking around with you, seeing you miserable and in pain does hurt him a bit so he doesn't everything he can to help you feel better like getting you medicine, giving you massages if you're sore, closing the blinds and living in the dark if you have a headache, make you dinner etc

He will absolutely be the one to still stay close to you and kiss you no matter what you have (though he will then whine and blame you when he gets sick the very next week)

AN: This was inspired by me getting very ill yesterday

REQUESTS

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A silly kaarija x male reader fanfic where rhe reader is a un̈derground grafitti artist but like anonymous. Think banksy. Ans he is friends wirh kaarija ans kaarija is talking about the srtist ans reader is just like "Oh but their art isn't that great" ans kaarija goes on a rant about how much he likes reader art

Hey!! Thank you so much for this request it was so fun!! I hope I did it some justice!!

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Making a Mark | Käärijä x Male! Reader

Request: "A silly kaarija x male reader fanfic where rhe reader is a un̈derground grafitti artist but like anonymous. Think banksy. Ans he is friends wirh kaarija ans kaarija is talking about the srtist ans reader is just like "Oh but their art isn't that great" ans kaarija goes on a rant about how much he likes reader art"

Author's Note: Hi!! I haven't actually ever written for Jere before but I do love him dearly so apologies if this is a bit rough and I hope I did this justice for you!! I wasn't quite sure if you wanted them to just be friends or to be together so I kinda wrote both

A/N - Artist's Name

KÄÄRIJÄ X Graffiti Artist! Male Reader

You started pursuing art when you were in school, tagging the side of walls with random things you found cool. It was a while before you found the art style that really worked for you. Being anonymous started, at first, because you were worried about being arrested or getting in trouble as a normal teenage kid would be but eventually it just stuck around. You wanted people to talk about your art and not your face so staying anonymous was the best option

You knew, however, that this wasn't going to make you money in the long run and you needed a 'proper job' so you started working in the events industry, building stages and rigging lights and then pursing art in your free time (and tagging the side of whatever venue you were working in)

You were one of the people that Jere had picked up along the way on one of his crazy adventures and he loved you dearly. You didn't know quite how it happened, you just worked on his concert venue and he just stuck to you. The two of you just clicked, you have to have a certain rebellious nature to be a graffiti artist and Jere picked up on that immediately even if he didn’t know what you did. You were together a lot, eventually being accepted into his team where you followed him around and helped him out with his shows.

You had to start being careful, your little tradition of tagging whatever venue you were working on had to stop because it would be a dead give away as to who you are

You had an Instagram account for your art, of course you did, and it didn't really bother you that Jere followed it. Initially when he followed it it really stressed you out because you felt like he'd found you out but then you calmed down and realise it was probably just because you'd been in Finnish news recently for your street art so he probably saw you there

You were not, however, careful enough. People started to notice that a new art piece from you popped up in whatever country Jere was touring in that week so even if you weren't signing the exact building you were in, the connection was still made.

For a while, people started to speculate that the artists was Käärijä himself as it would fit within his personal style and made logical sense. This was what really alerted him to your art. Sure he’d followed your account, heard of who you were but because of all of the drama he found himself coming up with the 'perfect' idea

It got to the point where you hadn't heard from Jere in a while so you decided to go over and check on him where you found him sitting at the table in his house hunched over his laptop.

“You alright?” You asked, shutting his front door behind you.

“No,” he replied abruptly, without even taking his eyes off of his laptop screen, “we try to make music video”

“Yeah?” You raised an eyebrow, kicking off of the wall and walking towards him, “Not going well then?”

He shakes his head slightly, “I have idea!” He turned his laptop to face you and you were met with a little collage he made on what looked like PowerPoint of your own art

You sucked in a breath, trying to hide your shock, “Oh! That’s that guy isn’t it”

“Hm, I like his style and think he do, uh, music video with us”

“You’ve asked him??” You try your best to sound nonchalant about this whole thing when really your heart was pounding

Jere shakes his head again, “He not show face or uh…body so I not know who to talk to. I message guy who say he is A/N but turn out he’s just pretend,”

“Hm…” You chew the inside of your lip trying not to let your nervousness show, “Could be anyone”

“Yeahhh,” he sighs,”could be you,”

There’s a terrifying moment of silence before Jere erupts into laughter at his own joke.

“HAHAHAHAHA,” you laugh with him, a bit too hard, “listen uh….why don’t you just…look for a similar artist”

“Well people think artists is me and I think get together could be cool!” Jere stresses, “and I like his look!!”

“He’s not that good,” you shrug, your new plan was to try and convince him that there were certainly better artists out there for him to work with.

“No!! He good!! He suit Käärijä style!” He tried proving his point by scrolling through Google and showing you your own art that he thought fit his style

This was going to be difficult.

You nearly shat yourself when you got a DM from a certain paidatonriehuja on your art account asking about the music video. You read it basically accidentally since you thought it was a DM coming from him on your standard account. You instantly shut your phone, deleting the notification from the home page so no one saw that you had it on your phone and excusing yourself to the toilet so you could panic.

paidatonriehuja heyy! I been looking at your art since people think I do it! I wish lol! would you ever want to work together? maybe on music video? let me know!

You didn't reply, there was no way you could and believe me you considered it a LOT. Making a käärijä music video in your art style sounding fucking epic, of course it did, but you had to be realistic and consider that there was absolutely no way you could do that without showing your face at all.

Actually you didn’t do anything for a long time, terrified that any work you did would only “uncover more clues” to your identity. You even considered flying somewhere far out like California or Tokyo to do something there just to throw people off your scent

Jere dropped the idea for a while realising that he was getting nowhere with it and concluded that the artist just, didn't want to know him and while he was a little disappointed, he gracefully left it alone.

That was until, you fucked up.

It started as a silly Tiktok challenge Jere wanted to do. He made every member of his team, häärijä included, copy a piece of Käärijä fan art so he could post them. The premise was simple enough and you were used to doing mental things for Jere’s Tiktok so you didn’t think anything of it so you drew your friend and signed it “KÄÄRIJÄ! By Y/N” and handed it back to him a few minutes later

After he’d collected them all in like a primary school teacher, he noticed yours immediately. After all, he had just spent the past few weeks analysis A/N’s art for style inspiration so I think he’d know what he was talking about. Not only was the art style the same, the handwriting in your signature was also identical. He pulled up a picture of A/N’s signature and compared it to yours, even going as far as to pull out other notes you’d written him (or love letters if the two of you were together) just to further prove his point

When he realised that you were A/N, he sprinted from where he was into whatever room you were in to share his findings.

“Is you!!” He yelled, scaring the shit out of you and drawing your attention to him in the doorway.

“What?”

“A/N! It’s you!” He repeated, brandishing your little fan art in one hand

“What??” Your heart started racing, your eyes darting between him and the drawing in his hand, “What’re you talking about?”

“You can’t lie!” he urged, rushing to sit next to you, “Why you not tell me!”

You sighed, finally being found out, “I haven’t told anyone, it’s not personal”

“But you my boyfriend/ best friend!” He stressed, “you should tell me! I talk about you for weeks!!”

“I’m sorry…” you eventually said, not really knowing what to say seeing as you were never prepared for this conversation

“Don’t be sorry!” He quickly says, “is cool!! I’m very proud!!”

You did the music video, painting and drawing on his sets exactly how he pictured it and he was ecstatic and even tagged it “people’s champion ft A/N”

He begs you to bring him along when you work on your next piece which you do and also give in when he asks you to teach him a few things (which does mean that the piece takes fucking ages and confused the public when one half is your usual style and the other half is….interesting due to Jere’s input)

What happened after that was really your choice either you outed yourself as A/N took the new found super fame that came with being tied to the Käärijä brand or you tried your best to stay anonymous and have everything stay as one big mystery for the fans (Jere even had the idea that he would take the fall for being A/N if being outed or being famous was something that made you really anxious seeing as people already thought it was him)

I do think you worked closely with Käärijä no matter what, working with him on music videos or murals or even Käärijä merch with your art style and you and Jere remained a great team

REQUESTS

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I'M BARKING HE LOOKS SO GOOD AND SO MUCH HAPPIER

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Baby Lasagne and Käärijä at Eurovision 2025

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Context/ BTS I guess for the Gally x Male Reader fic!

HI!! I'm basically completely obsessed with my own fic and I'm currently working on the next part so I just wanted to throw a few of the thoughts that I had out there!

By no means do you have to read any of this for the series itself to make sense, this is just me yapping into the void about an idea I'm excited about

The character itself is written as a complete reader insert meaning he can be any race, height, nationality etc but as I was writing it I did in fact have a person in mind that I used for visualising the scenes (and day dreaming about it staring at the ceiling)

So if anyone was wondering what Y/N looks like in my mind throughout this whole process then here it is!

OTHER VISUALS FOR THE SERIES

(I'll update this as the parts go on and I think there's something that could do with a visual aid I'm not the best at description in my writing I'll admit hence why these are needed sometimes)

Y/N's Necklace (handmade by Gally)

I'm not specific about this so you can picture it however you wish but I wanted it to have that 'handmade with love' feel that means it's a little rough around the edges (this necklace does become important at some point in the series I promise I'm not just being really specific about something tiny)

IT ALSO HAS A PLAYLIST THAT I’LL POST SOON! This is what listened to while I was writing or songs that I feel fit the series (I'm actually a film student so when I listen to these they were the little soundtrack for the film I made in my head for this)

To anyone who actually sat there and read all of this...damn thank you I was not expecting that but I am working on the second part of the series so I hope with all of this context, it makes the second part make a bit more sense/ makes it a bit better!

Thanks!!

Part 1: Anthem of the Maze

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The first half of the Gally x male runner reader was so sunshine and wholesome and sweet but after that ending now I'm like:

I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT ANGST😭😭😭

How Gally's love and devotion for male runner reader clouded and skewed his judgement and circled back around to be the downfall of his character and actions.

YOU SAIDJ THIS COULD BE A SERIES????

plplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspls- you can't just cut it off like that😭. I need a wholesome/loving/hurt-comfort ending between Gally and male runner reader like- NOW-

(Take your time, if you do choose to write up the second part in this series! This first fic was perfect💛 and I bet whatever you make next will also be).

Aidheiaidiqoajfje this made me smile so much when I read it! I’m so glad it was well received!!!

I will start working on the next ones 🫡 (I think there’s going to be 4 in total for the next two film and then the aftermath)

I love getting things like this though you made my day ❤️

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Gally x Male! Runner! Reader - The Maze Runner

Author's Note: I have recently got in touch with 11 year old me and re discovered my love for the maze runner and this character so I'm afraid everyone will have to deal with this for a while. I do feel like I'm about 9 years too late for this fandom but I'll leave it here anyway in case there are any closeted Maze Runner fans still alive and kicking in 2025 🙏

The reader has a vaguely outlined character of their own that I felt for this story so I’m sorry if you feel that’s out of character for yourself!

Trigger Warnings: General things that go along with dystopian media like injury, threat, language, blood, fear, and death/threat of death

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Anthem of the Maze

You arrived in the glade, just like everyone else with no memories and you were pulled out by the boys of the glade, joining the twenty ish boys that had already been there for nearly a year

Y/N gasps as he snaps awake, sirens wailing in his ears. He sharply inhales, desperate to pull what little dusty air there was into his lungs. His eyes dart around the confined space that he now inhabits.

The teen boy struggles to his feet, gripping the metal walls that surrounded to him to pull himself up, working against the current that's pulling both him and the box upwards.

He catches his reflection in the metal walls of the room and softly brushes his shaking hand against it, a pit forming in his stomach as he realises that...he barley recognises himself. His H/C, H/L hair and E/C eyes are completely unfamiliar to him. He watches his own hand stroke his cheek softly to prove it really is him in the reflection.

His mind whirs trying to recall anything that could ease his mind or comfort him but he's only drawing vague ideas of what he's supposed to be thinking. Parents, home, friends, school all are things he vaguely knows the concepts for but now can't understand why or what they mean to him.

Eventually, the box stops abruptly, the force knocking Y/N off his feet and winding him as he hits the cold metal floor again. There's a pause for a few seconds, blaring alarm falling silent leaving only the occasional mechanical clank and Y/N's laboured breathing.

Just after Y/N manages to get himself up and leans on his elbows, two great doors open in the roof and light hits his eyes like a bomb has gone off, completely disorientating the young boy even more than he already is.

There is a sudden surge of light, fresh air and voices. Voices. His head spins as a hoard of teenagers are all mumbling excitedly and examining him like a fish in a bowl leaving him feeling a bit like he'd just been raptured.

"Look at the new greenie!"

"Move shuck-face I can't see!"

"It smells like clunk down there,"

"You don't smell much better dude,"

As his eyes adjust to the light, the pure white environment turns into blurry dark shapes and eventually the figures of young teenage boys all of similar age to him, staring down at him.

Y/N eventually finds his voice, silencing the crowd with a single, stuttered and shaky word, "h-hello?"

One of the boys leaps down from the surface and slams down in front of him, extending a hand for the boy that's on the floor.

"Nice to meet ya," he says, nodding officially, "welcome to the glade."

Y/N barely has time to take the boy's hand before he's hauled up and thrown down on the grass, the sudden movement abusing his already shaken stomach to the point where he thinks he might vomit.

Several more pairs of hands are on him, grabbing at his shirt and trousers, tousling his hair, gripping his arm and grazing his hand all in some attempt to 'help him up.'

"Alright!" The boy who pulled him out of the box calls, "back off, give him space or he'll klunk himself,"

As Y/N's feet hit the floor again and everyone backs off, he finds the time to finally look around at where he'd been put through the gaps that the boys have now created. Grass stretches out far and wide surrounded by tall concrete brutalist walls where vines climb up the middle and then trail off like it can go no higher. His head whips around to look at the whole of his new environment, unintentionally showing himself to the whole circle of boys some of whom snigger and reach out to poke him.

The sudden contact brings his attention back from the glade to the boys in question. There was around 20 of them raging from probably 14-18 all dressed in dirty and fairly worn clothes with dishevelled hair that look like it was cut by their own hand and they're all looking at him with wide, interested eyes.

A taller boy, Alby, says a lot of words very quickly and Y/N does his best to try and catch up, turning the facts around in his head. 'tour of the glade,' 'dinner at 19:00,' 'rules'

"Do you remember your name yet?" is the very last thing Alby asks him.

Y/N looks down and comes to the horrifying realisation that ....he couldn't, he shakes his head unable to say anything and is met with a sympathetic look from the Glade leader.

"It'll come back to you," he says, "for now I'll give you to Gally, he'll show you around"

Logically, Gally is the first person you really bond with seeing as he's the one that takes you on the tour and has to answer your many questions

"How long have you been here?" Y/N asks as they make their way past the homesteads on their little tour.

"Few months," Gally mumbles, kicking his foot into the floor and pulling up some of the grass, anything to avoid looking even slightly vulnerable.

"Damn," Y/N lets out almost involuntarily, recognising what he said as Gally glares at him softly.

"Yeah well get used to it greenie, you're gonna be here for a while too,"

"Would you stop calling me that?" He asks politely, if a little exasperated, trying to work out what all the words used by these people meant like he'd skipped out on a few classes when he was learning his own mother tongue.

"What'd you want me to call you?" he asks snidely, "shank? shuckface? klun-"

"Y/N."

"What?"

"Y/N," He repeats, "it's my name, remembered it on the way over here,"

Gally's shoulders sink slightly, his body language relaxing realising that the boy isn't trying to be confrontational with him.

"Oh," he says softly, "well, nice to meet ya Y/N,"

"Nice to meet you too, Gally,"

Y/N's gentle smile catches for a moment, infecting Gally's face as he relishes someone in the glade, for once, being nice to him without any prior judgement of his character or perceived notion of his bravado and it was kinda nice. It did have to end though as Gally thinks about what he was doing and stops smiling just as fast as he'd started.

"yeah alright, better get some rest, big day for you tomorrow,"

You would try all of the jobs in the glade with Gally rather liking you helping him out with building work but the gladers all started to realise that you probably had a better use...

Y/N settles in fairly quickly, he tries gardening which proved tedious to him, the same with cooking although he's quite good at it. Gally likes having him around for building, he's strong, works hard and doesn't 'annoy the klunk out of him 24/7,' which is his exact verbiage to Alby when he was asked how Y/N did. Though, he does have to yell at him a few times over petty mistakes and his optimistic, 'can do' attitude makes him want to rip off his own face sometimes.

Clint makes the executive decision that Y/N is far too hyper to be trusted with people's health and/or medicine so he has to forgo his trial with the med jacks, leaving him with very few options left to try.

While he was making his way through the different jobs within the glade, the others, particularly Newt, started to notice something.

He was fast.

It started when Gally left a hammer across the glade and sent Y/N to go and get it and he returned in less than 30 seconds (Gally then thought the guy was messing with him and made him do it again just to prove he wasn't,) then Newt sent him to collect some fertiliser and the boy got there and back on the tail end of a minute, then he chased some chickens back into their pens for the slicers in ten seconds flat with no chickens harmed in the process and by then people were starting to talk.

"We should at least try him" Minho argued that night in the council meeting this caused. Y/N did start to wonder why it was that chasing some chickens had garnered him this much attention to the point where he was now standing in the middle of the room with everyone's eyes on him and them all talking about him like he wasn't there, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

"He goes out there and gets himself killed!" Gally argued, not fully sure why he's scared of that.

"Maybe not! We should at least try him, if we don't let at least one of the greenie's try being a runner we'll never get any new talent,"

"Alby?" Gally turned to now converse with the only person he thinks can back him up, "come on you can't seriously be considering this?"

There's a pause, everyone wondering what their leader was going to say. None more than Y/N who didn't quite know what he was getting himself into.

"....fine, Y/N's runner trial is tomorrow morning."

Everything in the glade works as usual for a long time actually with you going out with the runners every morning and coming back every evening to eat dinner and listen to Gally pester you about whatever it is that was bothering him that day

Y/N shovelled down the plate of food that Frypan placed in front of him, barely able to swallow the first mouthful before Gally threw himself down next to him.

"They need to put a note in that box to send me better damn tools, I've been trying to fix the shucking pig pen all damn day and I'm nowhere near,"

"I have tomorrow off, can't I help you?"

"You don't have to do that," Gally urged even if he was smiling at the offer of help, "you're supposed to rest on your day off"

"I don't mind," Y/N smiled, the chicken he was digging into distracting himself from the fact that Gally was staring at him

Gally recognised his feelings for you early on, despite how closed off he may appear, he's very in-tune with the way he actually feels even if he chooses to present it in a different way. It's not like he doesn't try, he does many times whether it's choosing to sit next to you at dinner, fighting Alby trying to give you a dangerous job, giving you massages when your muscles hurt, staring at you or just having really obscure, symbolic conversations with you that you can't possibly understand as confessions when it just sounds like he's talking about birds or freedom. It becomes impossible, however, to hide it on one particular day…

Minho drags Y/N back through the doors of the maze yelling the for the medics until his throat burns. Everyone in the glade was at their side nearly instantly with Gally clearing the glade faster than he ever had in his life, falling next to you and watching as you bled onto the grass.

"Minho what the fuck happened?!" he yelled to Y/N’s running partner, pulling at his clothes where the blood was coming from, his breathing frantic and hands desperate.

"The walls were changing," Minho panted, "stupid shank fell and scrapped his leg, I don't get why it's bleeding so much"

The medics get to him fairly quickly and thankfully it's not a bad wound so they can get him patched up easily with only an order to stay off running duty for a week or at least until they say it's healed enough for him to go out there safely.

The damage however, was done, everyone had seen the way that he flipped his absolute shit when Y/N got what turned out to be the slightest of injuries and they started to suspect there was something going on between the two that wasn't really being discussed

He vaguely heard about the rumours whispering around the glade but he can't bring himself to care much as he sticks by your side whenever he can while you recover, trying his best to make you feel better which is when it all comes out...

"What's that in your hand?" Y/N asked as he lay in bed with his leg and ankle rested up on a pillow.

Gally sat beside him, as he had fo the past few days, clutching something in his hand, "I uh...made this." He held out his hand and within it was a string necklace with a carefully carved wooden and stone pendant.

"Ah that's pretty, how long did that take you?" Y/N leaned forward and held it softly in his hand, running his finger over the pendant

"Few hours, needed something to do with my hands," he answered bashfully, pushing Y/N's hand away when he tried to hand it back, "nah, I made it for you,"

"For me? how come?"

"Thought it might make you feel better," he shrugged, "and uh...I wanted to uh...tell you something,"

"Yeah?" Y/N asked, tying the necklace around his neck and making sure it sits nicely against his shirt

"Promise you won't laugh?" Gally asked, a vulnerability in his tone that wasn't there before and wasn't usual for the young boy in front of him.

"yeah...I won't I promise," Y/N assured, a little worried at this point his eyes tracking the other's movements to try and work out what it is the other was going to say.

Gally averts his gaze down to the floor, fiddling with the cuff on his wrist to keep his hands occupied and hs anxiety at bay, "You uh...you really worried me when you got hurt you know," he said, "I thought you got..I thought you got stung or something and I thought I'd ...lose you,"

"Lose me?"

"I ...like you Y/N," he eventually spits out, shuffling uncomfortable in the shocked silence for a while, "I don't ...know much abut what it's supposed to be like but...I know what I feel for you and it's ...different to how I feel for everyone else, I don't wanna scare you off since you're the only one out of all these shuck faces that even wants to talk to me but I feel like I can't hide it anymore. It's okay if you don't feel the same but I-"

"I like you too Gally."

I think generally the two of you are alright. The glade doesn't strike me as a place that's particularly homophobic. You probably catch the odd joke or snide comment from one of the others that's met with either a glare from Gally or a fist fight if it's a bad day but generally I think Alby makes sure that the two of you are fairly left alone and people are generally a bit too scared of Gally to ever cause a major problem over it.

Everyone always says this but it's true, he's insanely protective over you. You could be 6'9 and two years older than him but he would still swing for boys who look at you the wrong way. Contrary to popular belief, he's not violent by nature but he's not afraid to defend the shit out of you if anyone says anything about you or god forbid touches you in some way

It was a small scrap, that was it. Y/N was never one to start fights, everyone knew that, but he was no wuss. Shoving thirty something teenage boys into a confined space for years on end for sure meant that spats would arise especially when, like on this particular occasion, one of the gladers sees another as a ‘push over’

Y/N with his all smiles, gentle optimism, teamworking, puppy dog like persona had attracted the attention of a group of gladers who assumed he would lie down and take anything they wanted him to. This, as they would come to discover, was false.

Gally heard yelling outside the builders hut in the early evening that day, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before so he figured it was just shuckfaces being shuckfaces until he heard one particularly enthused glader yell something along the lines of, “get him Y/N” or “go on Y/N,” he wasn’t quite sure on the specifics but he heard his boyfriends name loud and clear and was instantly on high alert.

He was prepping himself to throw a heafty punch to defend his lover, planning all the ways he’d explain to Alby how it was that the other gladers ended up with a rock shaped hole in his face but when he got there he found that he didn’t quite need to…

Y/N had the glader pinned to the ground, both of them adorned with mud and the slightest of scrapes. Y/N wasn’t actually quite sure when the other boys in this glader's gang ran off like children and left their leader to the wolves but he didn’t very much care either.

For a few moments, Gally doesn’t move, his thoughts working on overdrive as he takes in the scene before him. His boyfriend, who that morning was using the time off cause of his injury to make flower crowns from the weeds in gardens, was currently beating the shit out of another gladers. He considered, for a moment, not getting involved not because he wanted to let you defend yourself though he did, it was more because he found it fucking hot.

Soon Newt arrived, and much to Gally’s dismay ended the little show early, tugging on Y/N’s arm to pull him off and ordering someone to get the other glader to the med hut

"You could have been badly hurt," Gally scolded lightly as he carefully examined the tiny scratches on his boyfriends arms and neck after everything had calmed down.

Y/N took the opportunity to admire Gally, his eyes taking in the concentration of his partner, "you should see the other guy," he joked softly.

Gally couldn't help but laugh quietly, shaking his head, "you're nuts,"

He worries about you a lot, not just because of the fight you had but for many reasons, especially after you head back into the maze after your injury. He makes a point to always give you a hug and wish you luck before you head out, always sending you out with a 'be safe' message

You teach him a lot. He assumed there was nothing he had left to learn, he knew how to build houses, make moonshine and stay alive and that was all he deemed important before he met you.

“Oh come onnnn” Y/N groaned as he lay on the tree branch above Gally’s usual quiet spot, “there has to be something you do for fun,”

Gally shrugs, “We have play fights,”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, “Something a bit less destructive?”

“Like what?”

“Dancing?" he asks, "Singing?”

Gally can't help but let out a dry laugh thinking for a moment that his boyfriend was messing with him but soon realised he wasn't, "No! I'm not good at either of those things,"

“You don’t have to be good to have fun!” Y/N carefully dropped down from the tree as Gally scoffed.

“C’mon” the H/C boy held out his hand for Gally, "dance with me,"

“What- no-“

"humour me," Y/N begged, keeping his hand outstretched, "pleaseeeee"

Gally made the mistake of looking the other in the eye and caught sight of the pleading expression of his boyfriend and, what can I say, he was done for.

"Fine."

A few gladers saw it through the branches of the trees far away, Y/N gripped tightly onto Gally, attempting to teach him some form of tap dance or at leats that's what it sounded like from how heavy footed Gally appeared to be.

"Sorry!" Gally laughed as he stepped right on Y/N's shoe.

“Careful," Y/n smiled as he kept a firm hold on his boyfriend, "there’s a danger of you having fun if you keep this up”

After that he's a lot more receptive of 'fun.' He sings with you round the bonfire (as long as everyone else is joining in and his own voice cannot possibly be heard by anyone other than you,) he brings you more little carvings and creations that he comes up with in his free time, he dances with you in the privacy of the woods and he'll lie in bed with you making up little stories as you run your fingers across his body in an attempt to calm him to sleep.

Gally often has problems with sleeping as you'd expect, his nights plagued with nightmares and sleeplessness meaning he often spent them alone, far away from the homestead so he doesn't disturb anyone else. That was, until you came along. He ever outright asks for your help of course, you often just wake up to find him out of bed so you go and search for him somewhere else in the glade either talking him to sleep, softly rubbing his back or he'll sometimes sheepishly ask you to sing him to sleep.

Y/N slowly made his way over to the deadheads, the leaves crunching under his feet and alerting Gally who sat far in the horizon, hugging his legs close to his chest.

He turned, his shoulders relaxing when he realises it's just his boyfriend and not some kind of threat or one of the other gladers coming to ridicule him for having nightmares.

"What're you doing up?" he called to the H/C boy as he approached.

"I could ask you the same question," Y/N says, taking a seat next to the other, relishing the contact they had even if it was just the tips of their knees

"I can't sleep," he grumbled, closing off his body more than it already was in a desperate attempt to not show his perceived weakness

"Can I help?"

"I don't know," Gally shrugs, his gaze wandering off into the distance and taking in the extent of the glade only illuminated by their soft candles and the rising of the sun. "Just...be here I guess,"

Y/N nods softly and lets them both sit there for a moment, their breaths intertwining into one, comfortable sound

"What will you do?" Y/N asks him, breaking the silence after a while, his head resting on his arm, "when you get out of here?"

Gally just shrugs, "haven't thought about it," he says gruffly which in all fairness was true, he's never wanted to get his hopes up too much if they were just going to stay there forever and he has no idea what the outside world even looks like anymore.

"Oh come on!" Y/N urged, "There has to be something you want to do!"

Gally shrugs again, "what'd you wanna do?"

"Sing," he stands quickly knocking Gally's arm away from him, shuffling his feet then spinning with his arms outstretched, "and dance and eat chocolate and go swimming and run through nature rather than shucking concrete,"

Y/N lurched forward, his hand clasping around his boyfriend's forearm and pulling him up to join him, keeping his hand comfortably on Gally's arm. "And kiss you"

Gally can't help but smile at the boy in front of him, his unwavering positivity on display once again showcasing every reason Gally likes him.

"I love you," the builder said fondly, a distant quality to his voice that sounds a bit like he wasn't supposed to say that out loud because...he wasn't. He'd never said that before and it wasn't something he was planning on saying in case he ended up scaring Y/N off.

"I mean ...uh-"

"I love you too," Y/N replies with little hesitation, his hand finding it's way onto Gally's cheek and his lips meeting his shortly after.

The kiss feels comfortable, gentle as Gally's hands find their way to Y/N's waist and stay there as they live in the closeness between them for a while.

Suddenly, Y/N feels Gally's lips rip away from him as a siren blares its way through the glade in the early hours of that morning. Their eyes show panic for a moment before they realise what's going on.

"New greenie time," Gally announces before making his way out of the deadheads, keeping a grip on Y/N's hand.

He's instantly jealous of Thomas. Jealousy was something that he'd felt before of course but after living with the gladers for so long and having everyone know about the two of you, he had very few worries that any of them could potentially take you from him until...Thomas came along and he knew nothing about what his intentions could possibly be. He sees you talking to him a lot seeing as you were the one that was tasked with him giving him the tour on one of your off days and it drives him to distraction

Gally's attention wavered from the guy he was sparring with in his own make shift fight club as he watched Y/N lead Thomas around his welcome party. He was so distracted, that the other guy managed to get an edge on him, pushing him back to a soundtrack of the gladers going 'oooooh.' He didn't care much about this guy, he had a new plan now so he shoved the poor guy back right into where Y/N and Thomas were walking, knocking the new greenie down.

"What'd you say greenie?" he asks, "wanna take me on?"

Y/N raises an eyebrow at him as everyone starts chanting for Thomas to join the fight. As the two started to spar, Gally found himself looking up a lot for Y/N's approval, to see if he was impressing him which distracted him long enough that Thomas managed to get him down. He fell at Y/N's feet, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as his boyfriend shook his head and walked away.

"You didn't have to do that," Y/N tells Gally later when the other eventually finds him sitting on one of the logs by the bonfire.

"Do what?" Gally asks, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend.

"That...power play thing you did there," he laughs softly as he wipes some of the dirt from the fall off of Gally's face softly with the pad of his thumb, "all it did was get your face planted,"

"I got him in the end," the builder pouts somewhat defensively.

"you mean after looking for me to see if I was watching?" Y/N asked playfully, leaning into his boyfriend's grip, "you didn't have to try and impress me baby, I know you’re a good fighter,"

Gally doesn't respond, keeping his eyes low, unable to dispel the rumour that he did that entirely for Y/N's approval.

"look at me," Y/N took two fingers and turned Gally's cheek to pull his gaze into him, "you have my attention okay? I'm yours, always."

He nods and rests his head against Y/N's softly, the two taking the rest of the party to spend time by the fire while everyone else fawned over the new member of the glade.

He was a little bit more comforted after that with his jealousy subsiding but he still didn't trust Thomas even if he couldn't pin point why. When Ben came back stung, he threw his arms around you and didn't let go for a long time only repeating, "I'm so glad you're okay," because it dawned on him that it could have been you

His sleeplessness got even worse and he spent most of the day glaring over at the new greenie, hating the atmosphere that he brought to the glade. That morning he hugged you for a few seconds longer than usual, anxiousness building in his chest as he watched you run off into the maze with Alby and minho after Ben got stung and sadly, that anxiousness would became 100% justified.

"They should be back by now," Thomas turns to Newt, voicing his own anxiety which was unfortunately, overheard by Gally.

"Don't you think we know that Shank?!" the builder snapped, not waiting for a reply before storming over to the doors of the maze, watching, waiting.

Soon, everyone's there, waiting to see if or when the three would come back. Gally stands with his hands on his knees staring at one spot in the dead centre of the corridor, willing Y/N to come back and whispering under his breath, "come on Y/N, come on come on,"

Gally felt like his heart was going to give out when the walls sarted moving with an ominous grinding sound, actually making him whimper out a quiet, 'no.'

When three figures did eventually round the corner, everyone started screaming. They noticed that what was slowing them down was the need to carry their leader down the corridor.

Gally nearly tears his voice out screaming for Y/N to just leave him, come back to him, just run. fucking. faster. In the end, however, it's no use and it looks like the walls are going to close. Just before they do, Thomas slips out from everyone and forces himself in between them in some poorly judged attempt at a rescue mission that ends with a lot more yelling and the slamming shut of two large concrete doors.

Gally's legs give out almost immediately, sending him to the floor in complete and utter shock as everyone else stands there staring at the place where they'd been, reeling from everything that had just happened.

What the fuck just happened?!

He stays there completely unable to move at all. He sits with his back against the walls just staring down at the grass in what looks like shock. At first, some of the gladers try to convince him to come away or come for dinner but he lashes out making people just leave him be. Newt, knowing it might be hard for him, brings him dinner so he can stay there and then leaves him too.

There's an eerie silence, the sound of the walls slamming shut on the four in the maze still sounding like it's echoing even twenty minutes later. Gally's back burned as he leaned against the hard concrete of the walls, his eyes locked on the floor in a sort of trance like state as his mind replayed what just happened.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and heard one of the gladers try and speak to him but it sounded like they were distant, under water almost as he couldn't process what it was they were saying to him.

Wordlessly, Gally's hand found itself on the glader's chest, forcing the other guy backwards and away from him. He wasn't even fully sure who it was that he'd pushed until he looked up through tears to find that it was Frypan.

He tries to open his mouth to apologise for the shove but...nothing comes out and he doesn't try too hard to force it. Frypan just nods at him, walking away and leaving the young boy to his grief.

Gally can't bare to go back to their room or their bed, that would just cement to him that Y/N was gone and most likely, never coming back. So he stays right there where he last saw him, sitting in the pouring rain crying into his knees.

Slowly, Newt approached causing Gally to immediately try to appear defensive. Just as he's about to snap at the second in command to piss off or ask him want he wants, Newt puts one hand up in surrender and uses his other one to slowly place a plate of food down at Gally's feet.

"Try and eat something," is all he said softly before he turns and starts walking back to the homestead.

As he picked a the food slightly, Gally can't help but consider what the glade will be like now Newt will have to take over from Alby and ...Y/N was gone forever.

He's still there the next morning when the doors start to open, shaken awake by the sound and everyone rallies around them upon Chuck's request to see if the four of you were still alive.

He stands there biting his nails as the walls start to open again, almost not wanting to let himself get his hopes up when he knows the possibility of Y/N coming back was slim to none.

The pit in his stomach widens as the walls open to an empty hallway, an empty space where his boyfriend stood the night before. He turns, defeated about to finally make his way back to the homestead when he hears Chuck calling for him

"GALLY!"

He whips his head around to see what the big deal was when he sees it...four figures racing towards the entrance to the glade. He has Y/N swept up in his arms before he even knows what he'd doing, his head spinning as he buries his face into his boyfriend's shoulder.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck," he sobs into Y/N's shoulder, his hands gripping him so tightly they're probably millimetres away from drawing blood, "don't you ever do that to me again you hear me?!"

"I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay..." is all Y/N repeats, his own fear and panic from the night they faced leaving his body as he's held by the person he loves most, "I'm here Gals, I'm okay"

Gally didn't know what to do with all of the fear that he felt, he'd almost lost you and all he could think to do was find someone to blame, someone to keep you safe from and that, unfortunately, ended up being Thomas.

He was fucking pissed when he found out that you went with Thomas and the others back into the maze which led you to have your first ever argument as a couple

Y/N followed his stroppy boyfriend out of the council hut and chased him down as he stormed through into the deadheads.

"Gally! Gally where are you go-"

"The hell were you thinking!" Gally turned, snapping at him before he can even register what's going on, "You barely survived a night in the maze and what you just run back in there on his order?"

After he'd recovered from the slight shock of Gally's swift turn, Y/N folded his arms defensively, "We found something Gals, actually really found something!"

"You could have died out there."

"Oh come on-"

"No Y/N!" He cuts in, "First Ben gets stung in broad day light, then Alby then your new best friend kills one of them, those things are clearly fucking angry with us and this is making it worse! You had no idea what could have happened when you followed him through there!"

"I have no idea what's going to happen if I stay here!" Y/N argued, "I'm trying to help us Gally!"

"No! You're trying to get yourself killed by trusting him!"

"Thomas isn't dangerous!"

"Really? Cause everything started going wrong when he showed up!" Gally flailed his arms around in a way that would have almost been comical if Y/N wasn't slightly pissed.

"Correlation doesn't equal causation,"

"Oh slim it with your fancy words Y/N I don't care"

Y/N scoffed in almost shock, "why're you talking to me like that?!"

"Because you're being insane!"

"No you are!" he argued, "We can't stay here forever Gally!"

"It won't matter anyway if you carry on like this!" Gally spits, "I just hope your new boyfriend's worth dying for."

"Gal-" but he was gone before Y/N could get another word in, storming off performatively to some other part of the glade.

You shake your head, having to walk away to calm down which brought you to the mapping room thinking it would be empty. It was there however, that you found Minho and Thomas

"Congratulations" Y/N sighed as he threw himself down on the seats on the outside of the room, "On becoming a runner, I think you'll do good with us,"

"Someone should tell that to Gally," Thomas mumbled making Y/N laugh softly

"He's..." Y/N sighed slightly, "I'm sorry about him..."

There was a silence for a moment as Thomas worked up the courage to ask the question he's been toying with for the last few days.

"Hey what's the---what's the deal with you and him?"

Y/N laughed softly, looking down and letting his hand carefully play with the necklace that Gally made for him, "He's my boyfriend if that's what you mean,"

Thomas didn't quite know what to sat after that but it didn't matter very much seeing as both him and minho were soon running out of the hut and towards where the girl had woken up.

Through all the commotion, Y/N pushed through the crowd of gladers and towards the river were he found Gally, sitting staring down at the light ripples.

"Hey," Y/N spoke softly, making a move to sit down next to his boyfriend. He carefully nudges his knee against Gally's, a quiet display of peace among the two.

When he got little more reply than a side glare, Y/N sighed, "come on Gally don't be angry with me anymore okay? It's done, lets move past it,"

"What if you'd have died,"

"I didn't"

"Can you stop being so fucking casual about this!" He yelled, his body finally turning to face Y/N, "I could have lost you!"

"You sound like a broken record Gally," Y/N sighed, reaching out to touch his boyfriend's face, a part of him shocked that Gally let him touch him, "I'm here, I'm fine and I can take care of myself"

The other boy bit his lip softly, his gaze averted downwards seeing as he knew that he'd give in even if he accidentally caught Y/N's eye for a second.

"But..it's my job to look after you,"

"And you do," he says sincerely, "but sometimes you have to trust me too,"

The pair made up, they always did. They watched the stream run under their feet and rested their head upon each other until the sun slipped beneath the walls and a gentle chill began to cut through the air.

"Come on big guy," Y/N patted Gally's shoulder as he rose to his feet, "let's get some rest"

You two were fairly okay after that with only a few more spats whenever he got a little bit too aggressive with Thomas. You had however, noticed that he was a lot more hot and cold as of recently, even more than he already was. One moment he was sassing you about trusting Thomas again and the next minute he was holding onto you so tightly you felt like you were struggling for breath.

If there was any anger he felt towards you still after that, it was instantly forgotten by the time the grievers got to the glade. He barely let go of you and even if he did he never let you leave his sight. You couldn't help but feel though, that you should be out there helping your fellow gladers rather than hiding and so that's exactly what you did ...

As the hard stone walls ripped apart again, all the gladers fell into silence, disbelief. It lasted for approximately three more seconds before orders were being barked around the group and a nauseating mechanical sound in the distance.

Y/N felt a hand grip onto his wrist, firm and grounding as his head began to spin. Gally runs, speeding off towards the other side of the glade and gripping onto Y/N’s wrist so tightly the poor boy felt like his wrist was about to break as they weaved their way through the Glade and eventually settled in the box.

He pushed his boyfriend down into the box only then giving the H/C boy time to hold his painful wrist, "Jesus Gal," he spoke, "d'you have to drag me like that"

His boyfriend rushed over, calming slightly due to their new found safety, "I'm sorry," he mumbles out, taking hold of Y/N's wrist and kissing it softly.

"It's alright," Y/N soothed softly. He opened his mouth to speak again but he's cut off by screams of their fellow gladers breaking through the air, "we have to help them."

Y/N sprung into action nearly immediately, pulling himself back up towards the doors of the box before he's pulled back down by the back of his belt, landing back down in front of Gally, "Gally wha-"

"You're not going back out there are you crazy?"

"Gally I have to! We protect each other that's the rule!"

"But-" Y/N was gone before he could finish, rushing out into the glade and doing his best to help the other gladers find hiding places, avoid grievers and even fight off a few

The next thing he felt was a sharp pain in his stomach as the tail of a greiver swung around and launched him into the air. He eventually hit the roof of one of the huts, sending it tumbling to the ground in a pile of rubble around him, a beam landing straight into his head and knocking him out cold.

Gally found you shortly after that, ignoring his fear and running through the griver infested glade to get to you. He was pissed beyond measure after that, deeming the whole thing Thomas' fault which led to the swift punch to the face that Thomas received after the griever attack.

He'd seen you hurt before, of course he had, but this was the first time he'd seen you out cold from an injury, lying there believably dead and bleeding and that terrified him. If it wasn't for the fact that he had his hand pressed against your pulse, he would have had a completely breakdown right then and there. He personally carried you to what was left of the med hut and stayed with you for a lot of the night, only leaving to do some more screaming and somehow take control of the whole glade.

Y/N woke up slowly, his eyes focusing on what looked like what remained of the med hut. His head spun as he tried to sit up, pausing for a moment to just stare down at his lap to let his vision focus again.

"you're awake," he heard from the doorway, turning his head to see Gally pushing open the cloths and rushing towards his bedside.

"What happened?"

"Everything's gonna go back to normal now," Gally reached forward and softly kissed Y/N's forehead, "I promise,"

"What're you talking about?" Y/N asked but before a response came, a loud commotion started out into the glade, "What's that?"

Gally's gaze quickly shifted from the door to his boyfriend, an almost guilty look on his face, "I'll be...I'll be right back stay here," he said before rushed out back through the cloths.

Ever defiant, Y/N pushed himself up and out of bed, pushing through the cloth and out into the slightly intense sunlight.

"Gally," Y/N rushed after him as fast as his slightly fragile body would take him, arriving at the doors of the glade right as Theresa's hands were being tied back to a pole, "what's going on?"

"Y/N!" Theresa called, Y/N was actually quite sure that this was the first time the girl had ever even looked at him, never mind referred to him by name,"You have to talk him out of this he's being insane!"

"What the hell is going on?"

"This place is what's insane Y/N," Gally speaks lowly, almost like he's trying to convince him of something, "I don't wanna cross anymore names off that wall, especially not yours"

"Gally this isn't the way to do this," Y/N tries to argue but he's quickly cut off as Gally yells again, sending his already fragile head spinning.

"Look around! Look at our glade! This is our home!" He gestures around at the smokey huts and materials strewn across the grass, "this is the only way."

“Gally c’mon this is ridiculous,” Y/N spoke, his own voice at its low tone still aggravating his head ache, "I know this is a mess but turning on each other now is the last thing we need"

“I know you’ve had a blow to the head just now but do you not see that you’re being insane?!” Y/N couldn't help but flinch back slightly as Gally's voice rose, "They're not one of us! Tie him up." he barked a command that fell on deaf ears.

"Did you hear me?! I said tie him up!"

The uprising was fast.

Y/N watched as people he cared about split in half into groups, leaving or staying. He considered it for a moment and truthfully, he had no clue what he wanted, neither option seemed great. There was stay in the glade with Gally and get mauled by grievers or there was leave and potentially get mauled by grievers just a few meters away from the glade with the tease of freedom.

He softly rested a hand on his boyfriends back, feeling how tense he was even just with one hand, “Gally come on! Either we die in here or we-“

“Die out there!” He argues, pushing Y/N's hand off of him as a reflex though, he did seem like he regretted that the second that the touch was gone

“Or maybe not! Come on Gal this could be our chance!" Y/N backed off towards where Thomas and his little revolution were standing, he kept his boyfriend's hand in his hoping that he could pull him over with little resistance but Gally breaks their contact real fast, their hands breaking apart feeling like a tear in the fabric of their world.

Gally averted his eyes from Y/N knowing that, sooner or later, he'd give in if he held that eye contact, he surveyed the gladers that were standing in front of him, one betrayal stinging a lot more than the others, “Good luck out there with the grievers,”

Y/N’s heart sank as he heard those words and hears the quiet scampering of some of the others off into the maze behind him. He wanted nothing more than to yell that Gally was being stupid, grab him by the wrist and force him to come with them but…he couldn’t.

Newt tapped him on the shoulder, forcing his gaze away from his boyfriend and urging the two to run deeper into the maze.

And they did

Gally didn’t handle your absence well at all. He turned and surveyed what was left of the gladers, feeling betrayed and having to bite back tears. The only reason he wanted everything to go back to normal was to keep you safe and….now you were gone.

The other gladers were shocked that you came along with them with Newt occasionally shooting you confused glances as you sprint through the maze for the very last time as if wondering whether or not he'd imagined you leaving Gally or if that actually did happen. He was even more shocked when you absolutely busted your ass trying to protect all f them from the grievers, yelling that you'll hold them off while they got the door open.

Walking through the control room felt...off. At every new thing that you saw, you turned to point it out to Gally who, no matter how many times you looked for him, was never there.

You had to be physically restrained by some of the other gladers to stop you from going over to Gally when he'd been stung, your struggling only getting more and more frantic.

"Just let go!! I can handle this!"

"No Y/N, he's been strung he's dangerous"

"Oh fuck off he wouldn't hurt me!" just as he spoke, Y/N turned his attention back to his boyfriend of two years who, throughout all the commotion, had now pulled a gun on them. The gladers all collectively took a small step back almost instinctively, even Y/N who stared froward, a confused and hurt look flashing across his face, "Gally....?"

"Gally.." Y/N made moves to slowly inch himself forward, his eyes flicking between the eyes of his boyfriend and the loaded firearm currently pointed at his chest., "We're done, we can go. we're free."

It all happened fast, way faster than Y/N could process as Thomas distracted Gally, a bullet was fired, Chuck jumped in front and...Gally was on his knees

Y/N yell cut through the air. His ears rang with the force of the gunshot, his own voice sounding muffled. The gladers all released their hold on him to fall by chuck's side or cover their mouthes in shock but Y/N's legs took him to his boyfriend before he'd even registered what was happening.

"Gally!!" his hands trembled as they moved from Gally's chest to his face to his stomach, desperate to workout what to do as blood stained the clothes of the love of his life and the spear stuck out of him like a flagpole, "baby stay with me please, I got you,"

You sob over his body until you're forcibly dragged away from him by guards, kicking and fighting them just like Thomas did to stay closer to Chuck

He hardly registered the large mechanical door opening as he stuck by his boyfriend, keeping his hand tightly wound against Gally's. He fought, hard against the soldiers holding him but in the end he just broke down, letting himself be overpowered and dragged through the doors with the other gladers and out into the blinding light and chaos of the outside world.

The air outside was heavy, thick with sand and heat somehow so different to the glade despite the fact they were merely a mile away.

As he was forced into the helicopter, he finally lost sight of Gally's body eventually just turning his sight down to the floor knowing he wouldn't be able to look Thomas or Minho or any of them really in the eye.

His stomach lurched as the helicopter rose higher and higher and the grey haired man said something he wasn't quite tuned into. He turned his head away from all of the gladers and out of the window, feeling some of their eyes on him, he couldn't face any of their stares, not right now. As he looked out, he saw the place they'd been in clear detail below them, the maze and the glade turning into a smaller and smaller spec the higher they got.

They'd been there for three years, their whole life revolved around those four walls and now they were watching it from above like gods. His eyes studied the arial of the glade, their home for the past three years, taking in what was now the burning remnants of their supposed prison that they were desperate to escape from and the Maze walls that he'd spent a lot of his life running and realised...he just wanted to go back.

Author's Note: I'm not entirely sure if Gally is out of character or not, I tried to combine his character in the films of the big tough guy with the scared, kinda pathetic boy that he is in the books so I hope I did that some justice. I saw a quote someone wrote about the books that said something like that “Gally’s a character that seems obsessed with making the ‘right decision’ and really just wants someone to listen to him” so I tried to go for that energy.

I was also pretty inspired by a couple of other pieces dystopian and apocalypse media like the last of us, his dark materials and the hunger games for this series so if anything about it seems familiar that's why

I may edit this as time goes on as I feel that it could be written a little bit better

Let me know if this is any good by the way! I do have the rest of the trilogy kind vaguely planned out for this pairing and I had fun writing it so if that's something you wanna see let me know!!

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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can I request a Bojan (or Jure actually) from Joker Out fic where he has a boyfriend who's an F1 driver, I saw you wrote for both fandoms so I thought I'd compile them both lol. I really like your heartstopper work btw x

Hi! Sorry I forgot to reply to this one but here it is! I hope it's okay!

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Soulmate | Liam Lawson x Male! Reader Part 1

I've never written a soulmate au before but I wanted to give it a go! This is the version where you have the same mark as your soulmate

Liam had two obsessions, racing and finding his soulmate. His mark had always been a distraction to him throughout his entire life, he drew it on books at school, read articles about it, spent hours staring at it in the mirror etc.

He did always keep it covered though, when he started to gain a little bit of notoriety and got to the stage where people were taking pictures of him he always kept it covered because it was insanely precious to him. He didn't want it to be broadcast to the internet for everyone to see, he'd heard horror stories of the other drivers having people pretend to be their soulmate by drawing marks or getting them tattooed in fits of obsession and he did not want that.

He found himself examining everyone he met, he knew that his soulmate would have the same mark as him on the inside of their wrist but that is all he knew, hell he didn't even know what gender they were going to be seeing as he was 99.9% sure he was bisexual. He checked the wrists of everyone he ever came across whether it's the guy in the drive through at McDonalds, the flight attendants, the journalists, the photographers, the security, the the fans, the fucking royalty that handed out the trophies all while keeping his own mark under wraps and jumpers and the sleeves of his race suit even under the harshest heat of the desert or the warm New Zeland summers

Only a few of the drivers knew what and where his mark was with one of them being Yuki seeing as the pair lived together for a long period of time. Yuki helped his friend in the quest to find his soulmate whether it was asking to see peoples wrists when Liam felt awkward doing so or scaring people who weren't his soulmate away from him

He watched the other drivers swan into the garages with smug faces, wedding rings, uncovered marks and new photos of people on their lock screens and it was driving him wild. He watched Max with Kelly, Charles with Alexandra and Alex and Oscar both find soulmates called Lily and it was starting to feel like he was the only driver without someone cheering for him.

The thing that pushed him over the edge was when Kimi found his soulmate before he did. The boy was only 18 and he was twenty fucking three it wasn't fair.

He went to Yuki and he ranted about that very fact. It wasn't fair! It wasn't long before he was tearing up, being awkwardly patted by Yuki who didn't quite know what to do other than listen to Liam talk about how badly he wanted to meet his soulmate and how scared he was that he never would

There was one night when it reached 2am and Liam was doom scrolling on tiktok. Swiping video after video like 'top ten places to go with your soulmate' 'here are the soulmates of all the drivers of the f1 grid' 'like this video and you'll find your soulmate' 'predicting Liam lawson's soulmark' 'Max verstappen announce gender of child with soulmate Kelly Piquet' 'you'll meet your soulmate on 23rd April if you share and like this video' and it just broke him

He blocked the word soulmate from all of his social medias and decided that he did not care. He didn't care about finding his soulmate, he stopped checking people's wrists, he stopped talking about it and only focused on his racing career

He pretended he didn't care that he had no one to jump into the arms of after he got his red bull seat and he pretended that he didn't care that he didn't have any ones arms to cry into when he lost his red bull seat just a few weeks later

One random Friday, Yuki practically broke down the door of the Racing Bulls garage panting like he'd just ran a marathon, screaming his name so frantically that Liam feared he'd have to call an ambulance in a moment

"LIAM!! LIAM WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!!" Liam poked his head out from behind the wall.

"What?! What's wrong?!"

"Redbull has new mechanic!" Yuki panted out. Liam freezes for a moment, confused. It felt the tiniest bit insensitive given that he'd just been booted out of the red bull garage.

"What?"

"Just come on you have to see him!" Yuki lurched forwards and grabbed his wrist, pulling him with a surprising force.

"Yuki what the fuck are you trying to show me?" He asked as they stopped on front of the red bull car that you were leaning over, spanner in hand.

"don't you see?!"

"see what?!"

"oh my god!" Yuki charged forwards and grabbed you by the wrist, catching you off guard so you didn't think to fight it, wondering where the shorter man was taking you. He dragged you away from the car and closer to Liam, thrusting your wrist until your hand hit Liam's chest, your soul mark on full display

Liam gaped at it like a fish in a bowl for a moment, frozen in shock. He finally looked up and caught your beautiful, albeit confused gaze which prompted him to start ripping at the coverings on his wrist, yanking at the tight fitting fabric of his fireproof suit until he managed to show you his wrist, his mark.

Two identical, star shaped soul marks pressed together.

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