#edits ☽ it's always been about the same boy

[johnslittlespoon]

curtbuckbucky nightclub au .* :☆ﾟ. ☽

open for drabble/more pics! <3

alright, i've never done a proper 'intro' post for a fic/au i have in mind, but this one has been rotting in my brain for ages and i know there's no way i'm not gonna write something for it eventually so here goes, bear with me <3 made a lil edit (took me fucking hours to collect enough stock footage lmfao) to go along with it too >:)

a modern au where college student curt is a regular at a new–ish queer nightclub, showing up every friday night without fail to dance his heart out, his way of de–stressing at the end of every week and getting his pent up energy out. he's the prettiest little thing, dresses up so fun– some nights he throws on dresses or crop tops with skirts or short shorts when he's feeling it, other nights he goes for more of a relaxed baggy pants and flowy linen button up type of vibe– always with the same pair of scuffed up sneakers on for ease of dancing.

the bartenders and other regulars adore their bubbly little club bunny, always looking out for him, doting on him with free drinks and food. and even if some of them eye curt like he's dinner when he's out on the floor swaying his hips, eyes closed to fully lose himself in the music, the glitter on his eyelids and cheekbones catching the lights just right, curt's not there for any of that. he dances with people occasionally, he's confident and carefree and likes the attention and it makes him giggle when he catches newcomers staring, doesn't mind a wandering hand here and there, but he never goes home with anyone. the same routine, every friday, dancing until his dark waves are curling damp with sweat against his temples and his black eyeshadow is smudged and he leaves to make the walk back to the flat he shares with a few roomies.

enter john and gale, longterm boyfriends who sometimes like to go out clubbing and find someone pretty to bring home for a fun time, only an open relationship in that sense– they have no interest in actually dating other people, both adamant that it's no strings attached, too head over heels for each other to have eyes for anyone else anyway.

they decide to check out a club they haven't been to yet, usually sticking to the tried and true ones, but a couple of their friends recommend it, so they give it a go one friday night. they've barely sat down at the bar with their drinks when they see a boy who, john comments to gale, looks like the 'energizer bunny' (gets a snort out of curt when he tells him so in the future.) even once they're buzzed enough to head out onto the dance floor together, neither of them can take their eyes off of the bundle of energy, mesmerized.

they both know the other is equally enamoured with the boy, drinking up all the glitter and bouncy curls and blissed out smiles, already knowing they just have to have him– the prettiest thing they've ever seen. curt's confused when they approach him, because he's noticed them too, has been admiring from afar, but he's also noticed their hands and lips all over each other, dancing much too close and comfortably to not be a couple. but john purrs out "we just like to have a little fun every now and then sweetheart, don't you?"

and no, not really, he doesn't. usually a night of exhausting himself dancing is his idea of fun, not ever looking for anything else, not finding most guys worth his time. but john and gale sweet talk him just right, spend time actually getting to know him when he agrees to let them buy him a drink at the bar, and fuck, they're both the hottest things he's seen walk into the club in a long time, and they're giving him all their attention? he decides that maybe he'll be brave and flirt back. despite his confidence and lack of caring what other people think about him, he's so shy and easily flustered when someone he's actually into makes the moves on him, doesn't even know what to do with himself when he realizes he's blushing at their compliments and the combination of their heavy gazes on him.

obviously they all get each other worked up as the night goes on, and curt goes home with them and gets his world rocked, spoiled and pillow princess–ed and showered in praise, not at all what he expects hook–ups to be like after having only been with people he's been dating. he expects to walk back home after since they all live in the same vicinity of downtown, tries to ignore his wobbly legs when he finally crawls out of bed, gets dragged back down by gale for one last messy breathless makeout while john gets him an uber before curt can protest or offer to pay.

normally john and gale don't get the numbers of their one night stands, but they want to make sure he gets home safe, and they can both gauge how the other is feeling and they know they'll want to see him again if they're lucky enough for curt to say yes, so john puts his number into curt's phone and tells him "text when you're home safe, yeah? or, y'know, text whenever you want." and curt isn't sure if this is john saying they both want to see him again, because he's dense and shy and they made it clear beforehand that they're in a closed relationship, but next friday he texts to let them know he'll be at the club again, and john and gale tell him they'll be there, the three of them going home together for a second time that night, and they fall into a routine from then on.

curt gets giddy every friday, dolling himself up extra pretty for the two men, flushed at their attention every time and so thrilled to dress up for someone other than himself for once. he can already feel himself going all heart–eyes for them after the second or third time they hook up, but he knows where he stands, and he's having fun experimenting for the first time and having two experienced, sweet guys show him a good time every week, so he doesn't want to jeopardize that by getting his feelings involved.

little does he know that john and gale are falling head over heels too for this sweet energetic boy, loving how much he spices up their lives, both in the bedroom and out, realizing their flat feels so quiet now on the nights where they don't take curt home with them. so that leads to some serious conversations to see if they're on the same page about getting to know curt better, both of them learning how to navigate this new territory because neither of them expected to want to bring someone else into their world like this. they agree they'd like to take curt out on a cute date, during the daytime for once, to properly test the waters and see how curt feels– of course he slots into their lives perfectly, as if he's been there all along. <3

but along the way: lots of slow burn, miscommunication, endless filthy smut, curt trying to balance college and work and friends with his newfound feelings for john and gale, john and gale getting dragged to raves and festivals by their always adventurous bf, city night–life juxtaposed by early morning domesticity, etc etc.

this has been floating around in my head for a couple weeks since i got this vision of 2012–stalker–era barry with eyeshadow and glitter stuck in my brain and thus a whole universe/plot spawned from it. honestly would mostly be pwp, but would love to write a proper fic for it anyway eventually, each chapter littered with filth, obviously LOL. i have so many thoughts and so many little scenarios planned out in my head already... these three have me in a chokehold.

i need to make proper intro/drabble posts like these for my other aus too aghhh it just takes so longggg because i get carried away with the drabble and then i have to find the perfect clips for edits and the perfect pics to tie it all together and suddenly i've spent half a day on one post but. someday <3 leaving!bikeriders au next surely! thx for reading hope u enjoy this version of the boys and hopefully i'll have time to write it soon!

all posts about this au will be under #curtbuckbucky nightclub au :-)

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Black Flies

I finally finished it!! Shaw Pack Teenager things. Except I’m going to make it a series that I slowly update whenever I have time and no writers block. It’s on Ao3 and I’m going to post it here as well. :) I might edit the first chapter later if I need to change some details to match how I want the story to go.

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The Shaw pack was well known by everyone within Dahlia even before David made a name for himself. Gabriel Shaw was not a wolf anyone wanted to mess with. He was big and intimidating to anyone outside of his pack, and even to some within it. His aura practically screamed “mess around and find out”. And no one wanted to find out, so no one messed around. Not in any way that genuinely mattered. But a pack was family, and within family there were always mini schemes people got up to. While some of the older members had lost that spark to be chaotic and explain why supervision was necessary, the same couldn’t be said for the younger members. Of course there were exceptions to the rules, depending on the surroundings Gabe was one of those exceptions. But mostly that chaos was passed on like a torch to the younger members. Let them learn from the mistakes everyone knew they were going to make.

The younger wolves were part of one big group for the most part. David, Asher, Milo, and Amanda. They were all steadfast friends and had been since they were little. They were all fairly close in age, so they didn’t remember what life was like without each other. David and Asher were the closest, and of course a small rift was created between the three boys and Amanda as was bound to happen. They were still friends but different interests pulled them in different directions. Amanda would of course still play with them and wouldn’t hesitate to put them into what she saw as their place. Granted it wouldn’t always work as they hit their growth spurts. David grew the tallest, and looking at his dad it was no surprise.

What was a surprise was when a new family joined the pack. It was a small family, only two shifters. Kind of like Gabe and David after the pack’s matriarch had passed on. No one knew where the mother was and no one asked. The father was quiet, more introverted. It wasn’t wholly unusual to see in humans, but in wolves it was odd. Shifters were pack animals, liked being around their pack. They could complain about it all they wanted, but that instinct was buried deep within their core. The child was as introverted as their father. But they weren’t as quiet. When they were in a big group, they were a wallflower with their guardian. But the moment they got angry, they practically exploded. They steamrolled and alpha help anyone who was on the warpath. It earned them the nickname Tank. It had been Asher’s idea of course. He claimed to be the best at making nicknames. And since Tank refused to talk to the other younger members of the pack, they never protested against it. So Tank stuck.

David didn’t know what to think of Tank. he had grown up surrounded by other wolves, being a center of attention. Everyone knew he was going to be alpha after his father retired. He didn’t want to think about the other option that would lead to him taking up the mantle. But while he sat in the sun, friends around him laughing, Tank sat in the shade. He could see their eyes constantly scanning around them. Even when their father moved to interact with the other wolves, they stayed put. At first he didn't know why they were always watching. Always evaluating. But when someone had started towards them with the clear intent for conversation, Tank had moved away. They were checking for any signs of being with the pack they were a part of. They wanted nothing to do with anyone. At first, David had taken offense. What was so wrong with their pack that Tank hated them? He had brought it up with his father one night. Asher had been at the table too, shoveling food into his mouth like a heathen. David had given up on trying to teach the other some table manners.

“Hey dad? Can I ask you something?” He started, stabbing his salad greens with his fork. Gabe paused his own eating to regard his son. He had given up on teaching Asher too, albeit sooner than David. Asher paused for a second before shrugging and continuing his assault.

“Sure. What’s it about, kiddo?” He asked. David could hear the calm in his father's deep voice, as well as curiosity. David didn’t often ask a question about being allowed to ask something. It was unnecessary. So the younger shifter breaking that habit for this was enough to garner curiosity from anyone who knew that.

“It’s about Tank.” Gabe knew who Tank was. One time he had made the mistake of asking after overhearing Asher recount a dream he had where Tank had beat a squirrel to a bleeding pulp. It lead Asher and Milo jumping into a lengthy explanation about who Tank was, why they had that nickname, and how they didn’t seem to mind or know about it. David had watched, amused, when he could see regret blooming in his father’s eyes. The explanation had been a mess, cut up and timeline making no sense. Gabe hadn’t asked them again and instead asked David after the two had left. The alpha nodded and David continued. “I know they joined the pack with their dad, but it’s like they didn’t actually join the pack. I’ve seen them. They stay away from everyone on purpose. So why bother joining a pack if you don’t like it and want to be a part of it?” He asked, trying to keep his voice calm. Unfortunately he had a case of RBF and it bled into his voice too. Luckily Gabe already knew that.

The alpha sighed as he contemplated his answer, making enough of a pause to get Asher to focus on something other than seeing how much food he could fit into his mouth before his jaw locked or he choked. David paused his fidgeting with his fork, his eyes staring at his father. It took a few more agonizing seconds before Gabe wiped his mouth with his napkin and folded his hands together in front of him, elbows resting on the table.

“You aren’t the only one who noticed something like that. They-” Ash interrupted.

“Tank.” He supplied.

“Yes, Tank. Thank you. Tank got here as a teenager. Everyone in the pack has already known each other for years. So it’s not very easy to integrate when everyone already has a bond with each other that you have yet to develop. It’s just going to take some time.” David sighed and settled his hands in his lap.

“They aren’t putting in the effort though. Milo tried to go up to them a couple weeks ago and Tank made eye contact with him before turning around and walking away. They don’t want to try, so at this rate they’ll never make friends with anyone. Nevermind the fact that they get angry over the littlest things. It’s ridiculous.” He argued. Gabe nodded, understandingly. That was one of the things that made him such a great alpha. He wasn’t dismissive of anyone and he listened to their side of things. David tried to be like that, but his tolerance for idiocy was low and he had strong opinions on what made someone an idiot.

“Tank’s dad said they have some things they need to work through. It’s not my place to spill this information to others, so please don’t repeat what you hear right now.” He started, waiting until both David and Asher verbally expressed their promise to keep this close to the vest before continuing. “They blame themselves for what happened to their mother. What happened to her is up to Tank or their dad to tell you on their own time. It’s hard to be around people when you’re carrying that level of guilt. The best we can do is just give them time to work through it and be here for them if they ever need anything. I’m not saying you kids should stop trying to reach out, but don’t write them off so quickly, okay David?” His father explained. His voice was gentle but David could hear the strict order in there. It wasn’t a question, it was a command. David nodded and went back to eating.

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“So yer tellin me that they feelin guilty so they don’t wanna be around us?” Milo said as he sat on the grass, slurpee in hand. Asher nodded while he fiddled with the straw of his own sugary drink to try to get the remaining red remnants. David sighed from where he sat on the park bench. His father should have expected the fact that Asher couldn’t keep a secret from Milo and David to save his life. Luckily Milo was better at that. Did it come from his father being so secretive due to the nature of his job?

“Don’t tell anyone though.” David said sternly. Milo nodded and sipped from his drink. Asher gave up on the straw and just pulled the plastic lid off to try to shake the rest out onto his waiting red tongue. David wrinkled his nose. Slurpees were like cotton candy. Pure sugar with coloring. He didn’t understand how his friends could consume something so unbalanced. But his father also taught him the importance of health. Marie certainly tried with Milo but Asher had corrupted the other. He felt bad for her. Asher wasn’t a bad influence per se, but he wasn’t exactly a role model all the time. Not when it came to things that didn’t really matter. David pulled his phone from his pocket. They were waiting for Gabe to come pick them up. The three had walked here once school let out since Asher wanted to get the aforementioned drinks. His parents didn’t want him hyped up on sugar, hence the delay in returning so he could finish the drink. Why he didn’t think his parents would notice the energy spike or the overly red coloring on his tongue, David didn’t know. Milo set down his drink, half finished, on the bench next to where David sat. The latter picked it up and placed it on the table and looked down at Milo with a raised eyebrow.

“So basically we just gotta be nice. All the time. But do we gotta just take it if Tank acts like a jerk to us too?” Milo asked. His own tongue was colored a subtle green. But Marie probably wouldn’t mind and David doubted that his father was going to be home when Milo returned with his sugar rush. David shook his head.

“I think we just have to keep treating them like we would anyone else. Invite them to stuff, and be patient with them. If they act like a snot, I’m not just going to take it lying down.” David answered. Asher succeeded in his goal and replaced the lid onto the cup before standing up and stretching. David watched him jog off towards a garbage can to throw it out before jogging back. David continued once his friend returned. “I don’t know how Tank is going to react to us not just leaving them be all the time now though. We have to invite them to everything now. I think they’re going to notice a change. They might be more of a loner but they aren’t stupid.” David said. Milo nodded in agreement as Asher’s face scrunched up in thought.

“Well… there’s not much we can do about that. I’d rather follow Gabe’s orders than not listen to stop Tank from being upset with me. Tank’s scary, but not as scary as your dad, David.” Asher said. He was right. They would just need to deal with whatever consequence came up. “What’s the next pack activity anyways?” Asher asked. Milo interrupted before David could answer.

“We should start smaller. Invitin them to a pack thing might be too overwhelmin. Maybe we should just get us and Amanda together for somethin and invite them.” He offered. That wasn’t a horrible idea. Start small and work the way up. And if Tank became friends with them they might feel more inclined to come to the pack activities.

“You’re right. I’m sure my dad won’t mind if we have a movie night or something. It’s minimal interaction so it seems like a good way to start.” David agreed. He could see Milo puff up a bit with pride that David agreed. He already had his friends' respect so praise or agreement from him meant a lot to them. “Someone text Amanda. I’ll ask Tank.” David said just as his dad’s truck pulled up. He grabbed his backpack as Milo stood up and grabbed his own bag and drink. Asher had left his backpack in school and David decided to let his friend find out for himself that he left his homework that's due tomorrow in his bag as well. He would probably just end up begging David or Milo if he could copy off their homework before it was collected.

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David’s father had agreed with the idea. He had been proud of the group for taking initiative in welcoming Tank, although Asher got a small lecture in keeping secrets better. David was pretty sure it just went in one ear and out the other. The lecture wasn’t as bad as it could be since Milo understood how to keep a secret. The next day at school, David searched through the lunch room for Tank. He didn’t find them. A small frown crested his face and he left the lunch room. Did they ditch the rest of the day? He had seen them stalking through the hall along the wall. Forever the wallflower. It took searching the library, common area, and a couple classrooms before he found them sitting outside with their lunch. If it could be called that. They held an apple in one hand and a finished container of french fries sat in their lap. They turned their face towards him as his footsteps approached them. He could see the line in their shoulders tense as they started to try to gather up their stuff to leave.

“Wait.” He said. He saw a muscle in their face twitch and they slowed the gathering to a stop and put their apple in their lap as well.

“What?” They asked. David wasn’t used to hearing their voice. It matched the sour expression placed on their face. At least they had that going for them. Asher’s voice had yet to catch up to his appearance. He sat down next to them and didn’t miss the way they just barely stopped from flinching away. Were they scared of him or disgusted by him? It was hard to tell.

“How are you?” He started. He didn’t like small talk, but he wanted them to calm down so maybe this would help. It had the opposite of the intended effect. He could feel them tense up further as their aura flashed for a moment. They wanted to shift. Why?

“What do you want, David?” They asked, not answering his question. Straight to the point. He could appreciate that. But the way things were going, they were going to turn down the offer. He sighed and looked at them. They met his eyes for a few moments before dropping their gaze to the grass.

“I just wanna talk to you and invite you to something, Tank.” He said, slipping up and saying the nickname assigned to them.

“No, I don’t wanna… what did you just call me?” They started to refuse before it clicked what David had called them. David refused to blush from embarrassment. It was tempting, but he refused. So he coughed uncomfortably instead and looked at the road in front of them.

“Sorry. It’s just what everyone’s started calling you since you haven’t actually bothered to introduce yourself to us. I mean, we know your name obviously… I don’t know.” He glanced at them from his peripheral vision. He saw their jaw move back and forth subtly as they thought before nodding slowly.

“I like it.” They said before grabbing the items from their lap and standing up. They grabbed their bag and took a few steps before David’s voice called out to them again.

“Asher, Milo, Amanda, and I are going to have a movie night at my house tonight. We wanted to invite you to come along.” He said quickly. Tank paused and turned around to look at David. He stood up, his height putting him above them. They looked like they considered it for a moment before shaking their head and walking away. David huffed and pushed his hands through his hair. This was going to be harder than he thought, which was saying something.

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“I don’t know what to do anymore! They only ever show up to things when their dad is there. I assume because he forces them. But if they can say no, they always do. I don’t think they actually want to be part of a pack. It seems like more than just the guilt and coming in later.” David groaned as he lay across Milo’s couch. Asher was perched on the arm of the couch, his fingers quickly mashing the buttons on the controller. Milo came in with three glasses of water. He set them down on the coffee table and David got up. Milo sighed as David reached towards the cabinet drawer under the table to pull out the coasters.

“I mean, we have tried. That’s all your dad asked of us.” Asher said with a shrug, his eyes still glued to the screen. Milo picked up his glass and took a sip.

“Ash isn’t wrong.” He added on. David shook his head. They didn’t understand why he wanted to go further than just what his father asked of them. He wanted Tank to join in with the pack too. They were just so unapproachable. It was awkward to invite them to things and someone could only take so much rejection. Soon enough the rejection just got to be too much.

“I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t want to try to order them to come to something since that’s just going to make them dislike me more, but that’s the only way you can get them to come to anything.” David said. Milo paused before softly speaking up.

“Have you tried asking their dad? They already have a relationship with him, so they’ll probably take an order to come better than if it came from someone else. And I’m sure their dad wants them to join the pack activities too.” Milo suggested. David lay an arm over his face.

“I don’t want to force them though. I want them to want to come to these things.” He said. Milo shook his head. David could hear the soft ping that came from the game being paused. He had all of their attention. That was appreciated.

“There’s no other option. They aren’t going to want to come because they don’t know how fun it is. So maybe it starts with force and can develop into them wanting to be there. It’s a start, not the permanent solution.” Milo explained. Asher piped up to offer his opinion on the issue.

“Milo’s right, David. If we want them to show up, we have to follow the way that they’ve been showing up to things so far. Plus I think force is the only way Tank knows how to operate. They’re forceful with others and others are forceful with them. Besides, when you’re alpha you’re going to need to get used to ordering people around to do stuff. That’s like part of the job description or something.” David groaned again but nodded. Force would just have to do for now. Temporary, not permanent.

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David could see the anger burning in Tank’s gaze as they dragged themselves up to Asher’s door from where he sat in the bay window. Their knuckles were white from how hard they were clutching the strap of their backpack. Their father yelled out something to them, to which they seemed to ignore and then the car they arrived in left. David could see them pause and look over their shoulder to watch the car turn the corner of the street and disappear from view. Then Tank turned around and started the other way. Oh no they didn’t. David got up and walked over to the door, opening it quickly. Tank paused and turned around, their jaw clenched and shoulders squared. It was as if they were preparing for a fight.

“Come on in, Tank.” David said. He watched them drop their bag onto the ground and stomp up to him. David was taller than them, but Tank wasn’t quite unintimidating. If David were anyone else, he would have taken a small step back from the fury radiating off of the other.

“I didn’t want to come to your stupid parties or whatever, so you asked my dad? Are you serious?” They said, jabbing a forefinger into David’s chest. They were too angry with him to be scared. Were those the only two emotions they would express around him? “Did you ever consider that I might have something else to do and that’s why I didn’t want to be here?” They continued. David stood there, glaring down at them. Fine. If they wanted to be angry at him, he could be angry too. He was sick of them constantly rejecting this when the group was only trying to help them. He knew his dad said to be patient, but David only had so much patience.

“Yeah. I did ask your dad. Tank, like it or not, but you’re part of a pack. And that means being part of a pack. You have to participate. You might think it sucks right now, but if you actually try to make friends, you’ll realize it’s not as much of a hell as you think it is.” David argued. Tank huffed and turned around. David could feel the primal part of his magic grow angry that they were putting their back to him. But he held back the shift from his high emotions.

“Don’t act like you care. You’re just doing this because your dad asked you to.” They mumbled as they collected their bag again. David stared at their back. They weren’t wrong in thinking that Gabe asked them to do this, but David had wanted them to be part of the pack. That was what had originally led to the request. They continued down the driveway, away from the house.

“Tank!” He called out. They didn’t turn around as they responded.

“I’m going home, David. Just… leave me alone already. I’m not interested and I don’t want to be friends.”

[masivechaos]

GIGGLING NIGHT, BALMY MORNING

Gally x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: Y/n had the great idea to taste Gally’s drink for the first time and apparently drunken words are sober thoughts

Warning/content: alcohol, being drunk, just one little mention of creepy dude, fluff, my English

a.n.: 2.1 words- gally has my heart edit: i'm sorry if anyone read it and it didn't make any sense, i kept it in my drafts and after correcting an error the first paragraph has been deleted, then the second one when i correct another error from the draft on tumblr, i also saw that a paragrah duplicated so i'm sorry if something like that happen again (??? why? my tumblr drafts are buggy)

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“Hey!” Y/n yelped as a hand took her drink, she turned and found Gally next to her, holding her jar with raised eyebrows “How much have you drank?” he asked with a small smirk. A pout immediately formed on Y/n’s face “You weren’t supposed to be fighting?” she crossed her arms.

Tonight, like every day a greenie came, was a bonfire night. Y/n loved these. She hated them first, when she didn’t know anyone it was complicated, when she was the only girl and the boys were full of alcohol and testosterone it was scary. But she quickly got along with some of the Gladers and bonfires became the only nights where she could be herself and just laugh without thinking of anything.

But what she loved the most during those nights was to watch Gally fight. Sure it was cliché, two boys fighting because they’re bored and to occasionally prove who’s stronger. But Gally was her friend, whom she had a massive crush on, and it was making her feel safe to know that he could defend her. And the bonus was during the hot summer nights when he would take off his shirt.

The other thing is that she had never drank during a bonfire before. She wanted to stay sober so she could run away from the creepy dudes easily and the piss color of the beverage didn’t encourage her to try it. Whatsoever tonight she drank. She had a long and tiring week, her muscles were all sore and she just wanted to relax.

Gally leaned over a little to be on the same level as her “Yeah. But I saw you drinking and I wanted to join you” Gally during the bonfire was always in a good mood, forgetting about work and pressure for a night. He was smiling and especially with Y/n. He couldn’t help it but she lit his mood even when most of the time he didn’t want to admit it and was in complete denial, ignoring Newt and Frypan’s teasing.

“Well joining me doesn’t mean that you can steal my drink!” Y/n whined and Gally chuckled. He could see that she was tipsy, it was the first time she had drank his beverage and it was very strong for someone who had never drank any alcohol. And it turned out that she was a giggling, bubbly drunk who pouted for nothing.

She tried to get her drink back but Gally was way taller than her and she quickly gave up. Gally laughed at the small frown on her face “Come sit with me you can barely stand up” it was true, she was stumbling and had to lean on a tree to stop herself from falling.

She followed him reluctantly and sat next to him, their backs against a fallen truck after Gally took a jar for himself. “Good night?” he asked as he tilted his head to look at Y/n, he still hadn’t handed back her drink and she had brought her knees to her chest “Yeah,” she said softly.

She let her head fall on his shoulder and Gally stopped breathing for a second. He wasn’t used to physical affection except for the few pats on the back he received from other boys and he had to admit he quite like it. He let himself relax under her touch.

Y/n’s gaze followed his movement as he took a sip of his drink “It really tastes bad” she faked a gag and he chuckled, Y/n could feel his vibrations of laughter “Then why did you take this much?” he asked with a smile. She shrugged “Dunno” she mumbled.

She took his hand that wasn’t holding his jar on her own and played with his fingers “I like your hands” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She spread her hand on his “Look! It’s sooo big compared to mine!”

He laughed “Yeah yeah I see,” he said when she insisted one more time. She lifted her head and furrowed her brows “You’re making fun of me?” she pouted and he rolled his eyes “No.” he smiled.

She bit on her lower lip with squinted eyes, trying to find if he was lying or not before her head fell again on Gally’s shoulder. He lifted his head to find Newt looking at him with a smug smirk on his face, he wiggled his eyebrows, and Gally shook his head feeling his cheeks heating up.

The boys were not used to seeing Gally being affectionate with anyone, he was known to be the tough, strong, tall guy of the Glade but apparently, Y/n had him wrapped around her finger. They were happy for him, especially the builders, he smiled more and was calmer than before. True they found it weird but it’s just that they weren’t used to it.

But as Gally was too focused to fight Newt’s stare he saw the boy’s smile growing even wider and finally felt Y/n moving next to him. He looked down to find the girl sitting on his lap, usually, he would be flustered but not this time, he didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol running through his veins but he liked this confidence that he had.

She placed her hands on Gally’s cheeks to looked into his eyes “You have beautiful eyes” she said with a beam on her lips, she observed every feature of his face, tracing his freckles with her finger with the foolish smile still present.

He enjoyed the feeling of her touch and smiled contently. She leaned back like an artist would do to look at their art “You’re hot” she stated, Gally smirked “Oh yeah?” he asked playing along and she hummed.

Y/n then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hide in the crook of his neck “Tired?” Gally asked and the girl shook her head lightly and he could hear a small ‘no’ coming from her. He chuckled “It means yes,” he told her.

She lifted her head “Nooo” she whined but he could clearly see that she needed to sleep, her eyes almost shut. “C’mon let’s get you to bed” he informed but she didn’t want to go to sleep so she straight up “I’m not tired” she tried her best to keep her eyes open.

She ran a hand through his hair “I like your hair also, I like everything!” she said enthusiastically. She turned as she felt a presence behind her to find Newt and Minho standing in front of them “You’re good lovebirds?” the latter teased expecting Y/n to brush it off.

But her smile only grew bigger “Yeah! I told him he’s pretty,” but a wave of uncertainness came to her and she bobbed her head to look at Gally “Did I tell you?” she asked and he shook his head “You only told me I was hot”. Her eyes widened, ashamed that she didn’t tell him yet “Well you are pretty!”

The three boys chuckled and Minho sent Gally a knowing look that could say ‘Go, boy! Go!’. “Well thank you,” Gally said to Y/n. She turned her head to look at the two other Gladers “Don’t you find him pretty?” she asked them.

They both nodded with grins on their faces “Oh yeah very much” Newt said and Y/n hummed happily not understanding the irony in his voice. She went back to her previous position, hid in Gally’s neck, hugging him.

“Gally is comfortable?” Minho said moving his eyebrows to Y/n, she lifted her head “Yes” and got back to Gally’s neck. The boy rolled his eyes at the Runner “Stop messing with her, she’s drunk” he warned.

Minho huffed “I know but you know what we say” he sat next to the Builder followed by Newt who spoke “Drunken words are sober thoughts” he nudged the boy. “She really finds you hot. Shank.”

Gally looked down at Y/n, she was asleep, curled in his lap, the mouth slightly open soft snores were coming from her. “I have to leave you” he informed the two boys who sent him a look “Not like that” Gally warned.

He carried her bridal style to her hammock and set her down. He was about to leave when he heard her grumbling something “What?” he whispered “Stay” she said opening her arms for him to come.

He looked left and right with a small smile and laid next to her, well he tried to. The hammock was made for one person so Gally fell on her “Ow… I can’t breathe!” she whined. He chuckled and placed her on top of him “Better?” he asked. “You take all the space” she mumbled her face finding the crook of his neck again.

“Are you calling me fat?” she laughed softly, God he loved her laugh so much, it sounded like music to his ears. “Noo! It’s just- you have broad shoulders!” Gally wanted to tease her a bit “And what does it means?” she sighed “It’s- I- You know what never mind” she pouted.

He tried not to laugh but failed “Hey… I get what you were saying” he finally said when he only heard her groaning against his skin. In answer, she wrapped her arm around his shoulders “Cool” she pronounced and drifted off into the bliss of sleep.

He held her tightly, enclosing her with his arms. He kissed her head and shut his eyes before joining her in the arms of Morpheus.

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Gally opened his eyes to find Y/n still asleep next to him. He smiled at the sight and resisted the urge of caressing her cheek so he didn’t wake her up. But it seemed like she noticed he was awake and started to move. She finally opened her eyes.

She squinted her eyes, adapting to the light she lifted her hand above her head. “Hello,” he said with a morning voice that created butterflies in Y/n’s stomach “Hi” she hid again in his neck.

“Slept well?” he asked as he rubbed her back and she hummed. She looked back at him, a grin on her face “Any headache?” he said referencing her state last night “Yeah. There’s too much alcohol in your thing” he laughed at her answer “Hey! If you haven’t drank this much maybe you wouldn’t have this headache right now”

She sighed “Pff if you say so” she said with all the bad faith she had. They stayed like this in silence for a few minutes “I like this morning, it’s more relaxing” Gally stated and Y/n hummed in agreement “Yeah- well without the headache”

He chuckled and turned to face her “If every morning could be like this one” he whispered as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear “You’re quite lucky, Gally” his name when it was Y/n who was saying it, it sounded way better. He tilted his head waiting for her to continue “Because I think I really like you”

He smiled “Think?” she smiled even wider “Yeah no. I’m sure,” she told him a hand on his cheek, looking at him lovingly. “You’re quite lucky too. I’m sure I like you too” he cupped her cheek “Cool”

She leaned in, her lips on his. He kissed her back, moving them so he was over her, her arms found his neck keeping him close. She giggled as Gally peppered her face in kisses, she stopped him and looked deeply into his eyes.

He liked this form of proximity. It was new to him and he didn’t think that he could be this confident in telling his feelings. He didn’t think he could be affectionate, maybe because everyone he knew told him he couldn’t be. Well everyone except Y/n. She always brought out the best part of him.

“You know everything I said last night?” he nodded his head “Yes” she kissed the palm of his hand resting on her cheek “I meant everything” Gally captured her lips once again “You really have beautiful eyes” she bit the inside of her bottom lip, her thumb tracing one of Gally’s eyebrows.

“And you still think I’m hot?” his lips turned into a small smirk “Oh yeah. Even more now than I’m sober,” she said back.

After minutes of alternating between kisses and silence to look at the other’s eyes, Gally finally spoke “We should get up” Y/n furrowed her brows “No” she said as she shook her head. He laughed at how stubborn she could be “Yes. I’m a keeper I have to work” he started to get out of the hammock but Y/n stopped him “One, you’re my keeper. And two, a few more minutes are not going to kill anyone, they can wait”

He laid back down and wrapped his arms around her waist. True, they can wait.