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(The Maze Runner) Imagine: He Protects You

It can be dangerous, especially for the only girl in the Glade.

Warnings: Guys being creeps in the Glade (nothing graphic), bullying, the Maze, danger.

. . .Thomas. . .

It’s a beautiful evening in the Glade.  You’re walking straight along the treeline on your way to run a final errand for Alby at the end of the day.  The sun is no longer visible, as it already descended far enough to be blocked by the walls.

Suddenly, you get the creeps.  It was hard to explain, but you feel goosebumps bloom along your skin, and you get the distinct feeling that you’re not alone.  The lovely glow of the bonfire is in your field of vision, but it’s so far away. It’s where most of the guys are gathered.  You can hear their distant whoops and hollers, reminding you that help is far away too.

A twig snaps, and your suspicions are confirmed.  There’s a figure following several feet behind you, lurking in the shadows cast from the trees above.

So, you veer off your original path to draw closer to the homestead where there would hopefully be someone who hadn’t made it to the bonfire yet.  Whoever it was must have caught on to what you were doing because they instantly pick up their pace.  You begin to hurry, increasing your speed so that they can’t catch you before you make it to what you hope will be a haven of safety.

Your heart is pounding, and your chest heaving with panicked breaths as you finally make it to the homestead.  

“Hello?” you call frantically.  

Suddenly, Thomas appears.  He sees your nervous state immediately, his hand taking yours.  But then his eyes lock onto something behind you, and he moves right past you to intercept your pursuer, effectively blocking them from you.

“What’s going on?” he demands.  Your follower is frozen to the spot, stuttering, failing miserably to offer up some sort of explanation.  Thomas steps forward, towering over the guy.  It’s plain to see that he is furious.  His forearms flex and his jaw is clenched.  You can hear his angry breaths as he speaks again.  “That’s what I thought.  Now, get out of here.”

As soon as the guy is gone, Thomas turns around to face you.  His close presence eases your fearful state when he steps into your space, filling your nose with his scent. “You okay?” he asks gently.

You manage a nod.

“We’re going to tell Alby right away.  This isn’t going to happen to you again.  Come here…” He carefully pulls you into his arms for an embrace, as if you’ll break apart if he’s too sudden. You bury your face in his chest, breathing a sigh of relief.  His heartbeat is close to your ears, like a lullaby.

“Thank you…” you whispered.

. . . Newt . . .

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The teasing, the taunts… The inability of certain individuals to just leave you alone.  Ever since you’d rejected him, Allan had made it his life’s mission to make your existence in the Glade all the more difficult.

Most recently, he had purposely bumped into you at lunchtime so that your meal was spilled all over your clothes and onto the ground.  Resources were limited in the Glade.  It was understood that wastefulness wouldn’t be tolerated.  You couldn’t afford to lose food or have clothing ruined.  Fortunately, your clothes would be fine after a wash, but the discarded food was a different story.

You dab at your tank top with a washcloth and pause to look at your reflection in the mirror.  It was all too easy to recall how quickly you’d reached your limit after Allan’s ridiculous ploy.  Your face is still wet from crying, eyes puffy, and lips parted as you took deep breaths.

There’s no use crying over spilled milk, you thought. Or in my case, spilled lunch.

After composing yourself, you decide it’s time to go back out there and face the music. You toss the damp rag aside and march determinedly out of the empty washroom.  To your surprise, you smack right into another individual coming in.  You instantly recognize the blonde hair and grumbles of complaint as he reels from the collision.

“Oi, shank, watch where you’re going-”  Newt quickly realizes it’s you and clamps his mouth shut, extending his hands to each of your shoulders to steady you gently.  He takes in the sight of your tear-stained face with his eyes showing clear concern.  “Hey, what’s gotten into you?”

“Oh, just… Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Newt looks far from convinced, and you lower your gaze.  He’s about to inquire further, but a familiar voice sounds from outside the washroom.

“Hey, _______!” Allan calls tauntingly, making you freeze up.  “How’s it going in there?”

Newt’s eyes instantly flash, and his face scrunches up anger.  You can hardly believe it when Allan continues.

“Sorry about my clumsiness earlier.  Maybe I can make it up to you.  Come on out before I go in there!”

Newt can’t contain himself anymore.  He turns on his heel and heads out of the washroom, and you follow behind just to see the look on Allan’s face when he realizes he’s been caught.

It is so worth it.  Allan’s stupid grin falls hard into a look of horror as the Second-in-Command approaches him furiously.  He doesn’t lay a hand on him, but he looks like he’s awfully close when he jabs a pointer finger in his direction.

“If I ever catch you bothering her, or even breathing in her general direction again, you’ll be a permanent Slopper for the rest of your time here in the Glade.  Do you understand, shank?”

Allan nods quickly, and doesn’t even wait to be dismissed.  He just hurries away, leaving you and Newt both standing there watching him flee.

“Coward,” he mumbles.  Then, Newt turns to you, resting a hand on your arm in a comforting gesture.  “I mean it, you know.  He’ll never bother you again.”

. . . Minho . . .

It’s hard not to panic when you glance up and can no longer see the sun above you. It’s the end of the day, and you’re nearly out of time.  The lightning pain that shoots through your ankle suddenly just becomes too much.  You lean against one of the ivy-covered walls and exhale.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it,” you say aloud, and the words weigh heavily on you.  You mentally scold yourself.  You can’t afford to think that way.  A Runner knows better.  With a wince, you continue limping on your way.  It’s not that the exit from the Maze isn’t close.  If memory serves you right (which it did), it wasn’t too far at all… but at your pace, it would take a lot of effort and some good luck to get you back in time.

Just when you are about to give up again, you hear footsteps rapidly approaching.  Your first thought is that perhaps your cowardly companion had a change of heart, but the footsteps didn’t match.

“Hello?” you call.

“_________!” Minho’s voice responds, and your heart swells with hope.  You aren’t out of the woods just yet, but your chances were much better with help. Minho nearly slides to a stop in front of you, instantly taking your arm and putting it around his broad shoulders to help you up.  There is no time to stop and compare notes, so you update him as he begins helping you back along the path.

“I sprained my ankle.” You hold onto Minho like he’s your lifeline as you push through the pain to keep up with his pace.  He’s right to go so fast.  Time is running out.

“Where’s Derek?” he asks with a grunt.

“He…he left me,” you gasp in pain.  “I think he was worried he wouldn’t make it out in time if he helped me.”

Minho goes quiet for a moment, and you can practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves.  His eyes are focused straight ahead at the path, and he huffs.  Finally, he bites out a sarcastic comment. “I think it’s safe to say that he’s getting demoted from being a Runner.”

You keep talking, trying to distract the both of you from the familiar groan of the Maze walls shifting.  “Why did you come out here?”

“Because it was getting late in the day, and no one had seen you,” he pants.  “Usually, you check in with me right away.  I knew something had to be wrong.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

You continue limping with all your might toward the gate, feeling your heart jump, as the walls on either side begin their agonizingly slow crawl to a close.  There’s a small group standing on the other side, ushering you both out anxiously.  It was mostly Keepers, a select few who had been informed of the problem by Minho.

The two of you fell onto the green grass, gasping for breath, while the others surrounded you.  Alby knelt down beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder.  You just let yourself breathe, tears welling up in your eyes from relief.

“So it’s true?” Gally questioned, brows raised.  “Derek left her in there.” “Yes,” Minho replied, sitting up.  “And he will face the consequences.”  He looked over at you, finally catching his breath.  “You’re safe now.”

. . . Gally . . .

James had been haunting your steps for far too long.  He was always there, always hanging around, and sometimes showing up at the most alarming of instances.  What could be done about it?  It wasn’t as if he’d taken severe enough action to warrant disciplinary measures, you thought.  He was only ever seen staring at you, smirking, and just being an all-around jerk at times.

This time, he’d snatched your tools away from your working station while your back was turned. After uncovering a particularly tough old root, you turned around to get a spade to chop it up, only to see that your things were gone.

A few laughs caught your attention, and you glanced over to see James and one of his shadows standing there, staring at you from several feet away.  You couldn’t say for certain, but it seemed like they had something to do with your missing tools.

So, now you’re debating with yourself on the best course of action.  Do you ignore him and try to rustle up some extra tools from Newt or Zart?  Or do you bother to give this shank the attention he’s so desperately seeking to get your stuff back?

You don’t really like the latter option.  Frankly, James gives you the creeps. The last thing you want is to play his little game… But every minute that you spend deliberating is wasted time that could be put towards helping the Glade.

As much as you despise indulging him, you find yourself marching right over to his work area.  Both James and his minion are laughing in amusement, shoving each other at the sight of you approaching.

“Do you know where my tools went?” you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I might,” James replies cryptically.  “And I might be willing to strike up a bargain for that information.”

You fold your arms across your chest.  “What could you possibly want?”

“Ohh, I don’t know…Perhaps a kiss will do.”

You make a face as the disgust hits you.  “Seriously?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

“Yeah, that’s going to be a ‘no’ for me.”  You wave off the concept, turning around.  You decided that your best bet is to find some spare tools.  This just wasn’t worth all the trouble.  Just as you start to leave, James comes running around to block you.

“Hey now, I didn’t say you could go.”

“Yeah, you might want to think about his offer,” James’ lackey said from behind you.  The two of them close in, and you clench your fists in preparation to fight.  If you make enough commotion, you’re sure that someone will notice and come to your aid.

You give him one last chance.  “Let me pass.”

“Come on, just one kiss.  Unless you want more than one after that-” to your relief, James is cut off by a new voice interjecting.

“What’s going on here?” The three of you turn to see Gally standing there, sweating from whatever project he was working on,with dirt and wood shavings on his clothes.  His expression looks expectant as he waits for an explanation, though his tall and bulky form makes him appear positively dangerous as he stares the two guys down with his hands resting on his hips.

“I, uh.. We…”  They break off in stutters and fumbled words.

“I’m fairly certain they have my tools,” you say, and Gally’s famous arched brows raise at the two guys in disbelief.

“Is that so?” As Gally walks forward, he plants his palms harshly on James’ shoulder, shoving him clear out of the way. James stumbles unceremoniously, almost falling straight into the grass.  Gally walks over to the bench and pauses.  He picks up a bundle of leather and tosses it to you, the tools rattling inside.  “Are those yours?”

You recognize it immediately.  “Yes, these are the ones.”

“You shanks had better never even speak to her again.  Understand?” He stares at each of them pointedly with all the authority of a Keeper, and they both nod.  With that, Gally walks up to you and ushers you away with a warm, gentle hand on your back protectively.

“Your timing was impeccable,” you say quietly.  “Thank you.”

“They won’t bother you again.  I’ll make sure of it.”

“I think you already have,” you chuckle.

[elioas-diel]

gally the maze runner

🎀!who only has a soft spot for you

thinking about! gally who only has a soft spot for you ♡

🎀:: includes, glader!gally, dating him in the glade, fluff, head-canons (how i think he’d act in a relationship), and you!

-🎀-

thinking about! gally who’s hands can cause so much damage in the fighting circle but when he goes to touch you he handles you with the upmost care. as if you’re a fragile china set that’ll break at the smallest interference.

thinking about! gally who isn’t one to break rules around the glade going out of his way to find loopholes to make exceptions just for you. “i said no one could take extra plates - but you barely ate today so here,”

thinking about! gally who isn’t one to care about what others do (unless they aren’t doing their job) to suddenly becoming the most observant and concerned person you know after you officially started dating. you could be handling a semi-dangerous tool from across the glade and he’d just appear out of nowhere just to take it off of you. making excuses like “you don’t have the right grip for that,” when really, he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

thinking about! gally who’s tough and harsh when he speaks to the others but only ever lowers his voice when it comes to you. you can see the way his shoulder slowly loosens and how he slightly undoes the tension in his jaw. he always listens intently, to what you have to say even biting back his usual sarcasm.

thinking about! gally who’d drop anything he’s doing to help you out. if you’re struggling, if you’re in distress - he’s there. no hesitation, no question’s needed. anything to help lighten the load for the one person he loves.

thinking about! gally, who’s known to be stubborn and hotheaded among the gladers, someone who hardly ever admits when he’s wrong. even you aren’t inexperienced when it comes to seeing him get angry. so imagine your surprise when you heard that foreign phrase: “i’m sorry,” being muttered under his breath after your first argument as a couple.

thinking about! gally who’d change his attitude just for you. for you he’d try to be better. if that means, changing his behaviour or even being more patient with newer greenies (which. is. a. pain) but he’d do it all for you - just to see that pretty smile on your face or hear your loving compliments. he hates to admit it but you’ve softened him up but he wouldn’t have it any other way. after all, you’re the only person who can make this prison-dump tolerable.

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pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 5 - everyone's gay

THE GLADE

[ 12:05 PM ]

tommy: hi guys :3

minho: don't piss me off

tommy: WHAT???

I JUST SAID HI

y/n: hi tommy

minho: great now im pissed

newt: hey guys

y/n: WTF DID I DO??

newt: don’t have to do much to piss him off

minho: -_-

what so now im mean??

tommy: well at times you can be rude

y/n: YEAH? WTF you told me my face looks like a foot the other day

minho: and that foot would have fungus

tommy: lol 🍄 🦶

y/n: WTF THOMAS

gally: he cooked with that

y/n: i’ll cook u on a pike shut up

gally: is it bc im 6’5”?

minho: bro wanted to brag about his height 🤨

y/n: i still don’t believe he’s that tall until i see it with my own eyes

newt: can you guys chill out

minho: no fr im meditating

y/n: can we talk about how newts name is newt again

tommy: y/n stop

be respectful of other cultures

minho: what culture????

british white man????

newt: my parents hate me i get it

y/n: doesn’t ur sister have a normal name

newt: ig

it’s sonya

minho: 💀💀💀💀

old lady ahh name

newt: u literally have a crush on her die

y/n: WOAHHHH

tommy: HEYYYY CUSSER

newt: cusser ??

tommy: yes you cussed

newt: i just said die

tommy: biggest cuss word of all time

newt: you make my head hurt like in the realest most tangeable way possible

minho: so like a real headache

y/n: u do that to me minho

minho: bro’s mad she has a goated best friend ?? wtf

y/n: and who’s this goated best friend???? bc it ain’t you

minho: -_____-

tommy: it’s me :33

y/n: ^^ literally

minho: ok newt ur my best friend

newt: i don’t pick best friends

y/n: what

minho: what

tommy: what??

y/n: well why not

newt: because of situations like these

y/n: it’s ok guys he didn’t say me bc he doesn’t want to hurt ur feelings 😂😂

minho: me when im a liar

tommy: well of course it’s me

im always there for newt

some even think we have a relationship that’s more than friends at times ❤️

minho: woah woah woah there

newt: it’s true

tommy: see im his best friend

newt: no not that part

this old woman at the library told me she ‘supports us’ when tommy came to visit the other day

y/n: and that woman was me

newt: you are quite old

y/n: WHAT UR OLDER THAN ME

tommy: kind of hurt right now :/

minho: you’ll get over it

we all know im his bestie

y/n: yeah. gay best friend

minho: oh so gays an insult now nice i know where u stand

screenshotting this for when you get famous and i have to expose you

y/n: omg you think i’ll be famous awww <33

tommy: it’s ok she’s a bit gay like all of us

i give her the pass

minho: who is all of us

tommy: you heard me

im gayest but.. easily swayed ;)

newt: the fuck are you talking about

minho: ok bisexual twinkatron 5000

y/n: a bit gay??? last person i dated was a woman im a box muncher more than you guys

newt: box muncher is fucking crazy

minho: newt you’re supposed to like,..,., say how you do it too

newt: why would i say that

minho: girls like that quality in a man

y/n: what are you even talking about

newt: i don’t like you minho

tommy: yaaas you love him

newt: not sure how i feel about you either

tommy: 😞☹️

minho: dont care didn't ask plus ur british

alby: Hey y’all

newt: there’s my best friend hey buddy

minho: WHAT

y/n: WHAT

tommy: AWWWW

alby: The fuck

Uhhh hey close friend of mine

newt: wow.

minho: see how that feels?

not so good

y/n: i can show you smth that feels good 😛

tommy: :////

minho: WTF?

newt: HUH

alby: girl..

y/n: KIDDING EW EW EWRWEWEWW SORRY IM SORRY OLEASE

im gonna BARFFFFFFF

I WAS JUST BEING SILLY AND RELATABLE

minho: ok now that’s just rude

newt: valid reaction to a preventable circumstance

minho: bro said cum

tommy: ??

minho: cirCUMstance 😂😂🙏🙏

alby: This is why you guys have no partners

tommy: omg partners so inclusive ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷

y/n: I’m so sorry for my actions. I’m ashamed over what I did and said. It was vile, inexcusable and inappropriate. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.

alby: Not the apology tour

minho: ok well it wasn’t THAT bad

newt: no that was needed actually

tommy: you sound like a kpop idol in a scandal

y/n: if i was i’d say

Take care and try not to catch a cold! Fighting!

tommy: too accurate

minho: aw hell naw twice’s 13th member

y/n: damn you know the amount of members

newt: you say that as if he doesn’t have a poster of them above his bed

y/n: oh……

minho: OK ENOUGH

IM GOING TO BED

y/n: ITS THE AFTERNOON

newt: just let him go be with his poster

alby: He’s cranky he needs a nap

newt: that one unemployed friend at 12 pm on a tuesday

minho: shut

tommy: a nap sounds great right now

y/n: true i got 5 hours of sleep

newt: more than me

minho: bro always has to complain

newt: i complain? look at your texts

y/n: i can get you to sleep real fast

newt: who me or minho

y/n: EWWWW DONT MENTION MINHO

minho: IM RIGHT HERE

alby: Notice how she didn’t get grossed out about Newt

Interesting

minho: i know bro is geeked

y/n: im just being silly!

tommy: i’ll show you silly

:P !!!!

newt: wtf is that

im not geeked im locked in

y/n: stop talking like minho i swear

tommy: that’s me being silly :PPPP

y/n: girl… do me a favor

tommy: ok what is it?

y/n: click the button on the side of ur phone real quick

tommy: oh it locked the screen i think i pressed the wrong button? im confused

y/n: no no that’s the right button

now put the phone down

and walk away

newt: now who’s sounding like minho

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heh.. hey.. (read that like the tiktok audio of that one lady walking into a party u know what im talking abt?!) im so sorry ive been away so long and making everyone pull their hair and wait in agony and anticipation bc u love my story (manifesting). i miss writing so im gonna try and keep up this time. also i didn't tag anyone bc idk who does and doesn't care anymore LMAOOO lmk if u wanna be tagged in the next chapter tehe

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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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[swanimagines]

The Maze Runner: Imagine Newt trying to help you feel comfortable as the new addition at the Glade when you come up in the Box.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

Note 2: I didn't mention reader's gender and this is pre-canon (before Thomas) but the boys aren't surprised to see them so... interpret it as you want. I also tried to avoid referencing that The Glade is boys only, so you can also imagine this being an AU of mixed genders.

NEW GREENIE

You didn’t remember anything. Not your name, not your family, not anything from before you woke up in that rattling box that was going up fast, until you found yourself surrounded by a crowd of laughing strangers.

The smooth wall of that thing those people had put you into shortly after you tried to run away from them pressed into your back as you leaned against it, your thoughts still racing. They said you’d need to calm down before they’d help you in figuring out what’s going on, but this prison you sat in definitely didn’t help. Sure, you had stopped screaming and trying to rattle the bars, but your some part of your brain still told you they had somehow kidnapped you and wiped your memory, and them throwing you here only solidified that belief. You did remember how they had tried to reassure you at first, but you were panicking too much to listen.

Suddenly, steps approached your cage and you saw a human-shaped shadow being cast next to you, which immediately made you sit up straighter. A blond-haired boy stood there, looking you up and down.

“You know, you almost could have been a Runner from how fast you sprinted away,” he said with a smirk. “Have you calmed down now?”

You blinked at him. “Am I supposed to know what do you mean by that?”

He shrugged. “Suppose not. But you’ll learn,” he said and shifted slightly. “You seem like you’ve calmed down enough now. Can you remember anything? Your name?”

You shook your head. “No. I can’t… I can’t remember anything.”

He nodded. “It happened to all of us, you’re not alone with that. Your name usually comes to you within a day or two, the rest of your memory likely won’t come back though.”

“What is this place?” you mumbled, narrowing your eyes at him. “What was that lift, the box I woke up in?”

The boy looked over the bamboo bars of the cage. “I’ll explain everything in a bit. Sorry about throwing you down here, you gave us a scare when you ran off like that. Some guys have ran into the Maze in their panic and it may be too dangerous to go get them, and we only get one of you every month, can’t really afford that.”

“The… Maze?” you repeated, the word sounding oddly ominous.

You gestured around him. “Those walls surrounding this place, there’s a massive maze around it and no one knows a way out. Someone who wasn’t gifted with creativity made up the name, so… we just call it the Maze.”

Your heart rate jumped up a bit, panic threatening to step in again. “So… we’re trapped here?”

Newt visibly noticed your unease and glanced at the hatch. “Alright, enough talking about that for now. How about I let you out and show you around?”

You eyed him, suspicious. “Why did you change the topic?”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll let you out, no funny business, yeah?” He hesitated. “And I’ll explain everything while we walk.”

You looked at him for a moment longer before nodding, and he opened the hatch. You climbed out, your legs still shaking slightly from your rattled nerves. Newt didn’t move immediately, letting you to inspect your surroundings. You saw walls that must have been hundreds of feet high surrounding the place, people of different ages everywhere, some very young and others looking a decade older, arguing loudly about chores while others carried tools and crates. A few pens for animals, some goats roaming freely around the field.

“I’m Newt, by the way,” the boy suddenly said, making you flinch slightly. “Second-in-command here. And don’t worry, I’m not as scary as that name sounds.”

You glanced at him. “Second to who?”

“Alby’s in charge. You’ll meet him soon enough,” he told you and added, “he was the one deciding you should be put into the Slammer, just so you won’t hold a grudge against me.”

You didn’t answer, just let your eyes wander over different buildings and people running around. This had to be a nightmare. Being trapped in a place like this. Newt was quiet for a moment, but then he continued when you started walking, gesturing around the place.

“This is what we call the Glade. Home sweet home, we have everything we need around here for now. But we dream of getting out one day, and that’s why we have Runners. They map the Maze out and one day, we hope to find a way out.”

You let out a breath. “Why are we here? What’s the purpose of this? Who sent us here?”

Newt shook his head. “We don’t know. We wake up here one by one, once a month when we get supplies to live. We have all come up here in that box once, and know only a little of what this place is. But as for why and who, we don’t know.”

You scoffed. “So… you’ve all been here for a long time, and you don’t know anything?”

Newt sighed. “We’re trying. We send out Runners every day to map the Maze out, but it shifts every single night, we have tried to find patterns for how it shifts but some have lost hope and deem it impossible. I was one of them, when I first came up. Alby got me out of that gutter, after I broke my leg when I tried to end myself. And the Grievers also play their part.”

You frowned. “Grievers?”

He pressed his lips together. “That’s for another time. It’s a distressing story.”

He then explained the rules of the Glade.

No stealing. No fighting. Everyone does their part.

And absolutely no going even near the Maze unless you’re a Runner.

Newt smiled. “You’ll find your place soon enough. We just need to see what you can do and assign a task for you based on that.”

You glanced around the Glade again and nodded slowly. “I hope I do.”

“You will, I’ll bloody help you myself if others can’t figure it out,” Newt told you with a grin, and you nodded again.

“Thanks,” you muttered with a careful smile, and Newt nodded once.

“I’ll send Alby your way.”

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[angelofthenight]

Gally: You’re so shucking embarrassing

You: Then let go of my hand

Gally: NO

[pythonees]

✦┊ HIGH SCHOOL au — gally

A/N: got bored, rewatched the maze runner movies and my obsession with Will Poulter has resurfaced. This kinda spawned outta nowhere, so enjoy this as my tentative return to writing

❛ His mom is a huge science nerd, i see her as being an ex nasa scientist, quitting when she falls pregnant with Gally

❛ I feel like she'd work in an observatory, would absolutely adore being the guide to young school children on field trips

❛ Gives off huge miss frizzle vibes

❛ His dad is very emotionally constipated but means well

❛ Probably works in a factory, mining, or welding

❛ He's the typical dad that's very handy so he fixes things up around the house

❛ Very bad with words but shows affection through other means

❛ Hair ruffling, shoulder pats, the occasional bear hug when showing affection to Gally

❛ Probably just presses brief kisses to the top of his wife's head since she's short.

❛ If something Gally has mentioned wanting in passing shows up randomly in his room, it'll be from his dad, since his mom makes a big deal out off all gifts and will wrap them or put them in a cute little bag no matter the occasion

❛ When Gally showed interest in wood working his dad bought him his own set of tools and they built a tv stand together then looked online for a second hand tv for his room

❛ Either an only child or has a brother significantly older than him. Like when Gally was born they were in grade 8 (year before highschool)

❛ His older brother was born right after his parents graduated high school, and his grandparents helped watch him while his mom went to university and his dad worked

❛ Gally was 100% unplanned after years of his parents trying for another kid. They kinda gave up on trying only for him to be a happy surprise a few months later

❛ Big mamas boy, very protective of her and surprisingly never really shied away from her affection like most kids do as they grow up. (If you watch anime, picture the dynamic of Ichigo (( Bleach )) and his mom when he was a kid)

❛ Was probably teased growing up, cried easily which just made it worse. Made him a very angry kid and he got into lots of fights

❛ His parents absolutely stood up for him and were great support in trying to get that shit to stop right away

❛ I'd say it's unsurprising that his mom was they one to barge into the principal's office in a fiery rage, considering she's the more talkative one (she's very much the “he asked for no pickles” one between her and her husband)

❛ His father just sat there quietly next to Gally, a satisfied smirk on his face while Gally watched in surprised awe as his tiny mom made the principal cower behind his desk.

❛ The teasing obviously didn't stop cuz kids are evil but it was more subtle. Making a point to exclude him and making it obvious he was being talked about behind his back

❛ But he hit a growth spurt before everyone else and then just kept getting taller and taller, so kids stopped bothering him, especially with how grumpy/angry he became after puberty hit

❛ Not to mention the muscle he gained in highschool since the school had a workout room with all kinds of equipment

❛ Has MASSIVE resting bitch face so has a very small group of friends, everyone else avoids him like the plague cuz they're scared of him

❛ Like his father he's bad with emotions but is very smart, just not in a nerdy way like his mom is. He keeps that shit hidden cuz he doesn't want to be teased again

❛ 100% a bullies bully, sees someone getting messed with and that bully is getting shoved around and tripped, especially if they were someone that used to mess with him as a kid

❛ If anyones says ANYTHING about his friends (Newt being gay, Frypan/Minho’s race) it's OVER for them. Absolutely gets himself detention for punching the daylight outta them

❛ Will not notice if anyone is attracted to him and is HORRIBLE with dealing with a crush. 100% will not want ANYTHING to do with you because he hates the fluttery feeling he gets around you

❛ Probably won't be outright mean to you but won't be all that welcoming. The only way you're even getting a “hi” from him is if you befriend one of HIS friends first and you get introduced to each other

❛ The slowest of slow burns. Probably won't take more than a year but it's rough for you, you will be in the TRENCHES trying to flirt with him

❛ Defending his friends will quickly put you in his good graces and you will now be promoted from friend of a friend that I have to tolerate into friend of a friend I could learn to like (unlike Tommy who huffs and puffs when Gally accepts you into the friend group before him)

❛ The first time you defend HIM is when he realizes he likes you in a way that's more than just surface level. His brain will shut down, I'm talking dial up tones and a million windows pop ups. Poor boys COOKED. Will ghost everyone over the weekend to wallow in his human emotions but come back on Monday like nothing happened

❛ Surprisingly I feel like he would confess in his own emotionally constipated way

❛ Probably happens on your birthday, when he gives you a jewelry box or something similar that he made for you

❛ It's super intricate and you spend most of the party distracted by it, eyes glancing over to it in the middle of conversations

❛ At some point in the night it's just you and Gally alone, and he'll be red in that face, unable to look at you as he asks if you liked the gift

❛ As you gush about how much you like, and give him a big tight hug because it's the first time someone has made you a gift like this, he breaks

❛ He'll hug you back after a moment of surprise, and doesn't let go even when he knows the hug is lasting longer than it should. But you're not moving either, so he'll take it

❛ When you pull away to look up at him, your bright smile would drop to something small and bashful, eyes flicking to his lips so quick he nearly misses it

❛ He'd take the leap, pressing a very stiff kiss to your lips before pulling back right away, face so red you worry it'll catch on fire

❛ You'd pull him back for a proper kiss, but your friends who have been hiding around the corner watching the whole time would come out to tease you guys after a bit, happy you're finally together

❛ Sadly they didn't realize that you guys getting together would be worse then having to watch you two pine helplessly over one another

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

[liliumsabyss]

heyy! could you do a newt (film newt) x male reader storyy that takes place after the opening scene in the third film and they're sitting together on the beach talking about everything in the world they've missed out on (and like staring into the open ocean) when the reader decides to finally tell newt he loves him after putting it off for months :))

Don’t go

Newt(TMR) x male reader

Minor angst to Fluff

Word Count: 1.168k

Tw: Normal Maze Runner stuff

A/n: First thing is it leans more towards gender neutral however considering the whole concept of the maze runner by logic the reader would be male. Second matter is sorry I just dropped off the face of the earth a lot of shit happened but im back and this request has gotten me even more motivated to write again so thank you have an amazing day/night<3

Update: I made a sort of prequel to this its here if you want to read!

The normal winds of the world they had seen had been softened to a light cool breeze that brushed past their bruised and cut skin providing relief to the higher temperatures of the world. Sitting on the sand with your legs bent in front of you, your head gently rested against your knees, your right cheek being squished as you stared at the beautiful blonde in front of you. His eyes remained focused at the ocean in a soft stare, he was talking, you could see his mouth moving, your brain just couldn’t figure out what he was saying. You caught bits and pieces here and there. Something about…missing? Majority of the time you would listen to every word Newt said grasping onto every word he said like it was the water to a man dying of thirst. He was brilliant absolutely brilliant when he spoke, just now you were struck with reality. The reality was that you loved him, you loved him with all your heart and you so so many times had wanted to tell him but you were too cowardly to ever do so and now either of you could die at any minute. Every second now you were scared to die without telling him, whether it was for yourself or for him to know that someone out there has loved him you weren't sure. The thoughts swirled your head as you stared intensely at him. You were able to catch a few more of his words, he was talking about everything you've missed out on in the world, he sounded…sad? No, not sad. He sounded bittersweet, his head eventually turned towards you, his eyes catching the gleam of the sun making them appear much more shiny than usual. He looked so so beautiful, inexplicably beautiful. That's when the words tumbled out of your mouth, you only heard them after you had said them all watching Newt's face taken aback. “I love you” the three words that would ruin your relationship with him, I mean why would he why would he love you as far as you were aware he wouldn’t like someone like you,  just look at his face that wasn't the face of someone who reciprocated not like you even thought he would but it stung and so you did what this world has taught you most to do and you fled. You scrambled up onto your feet in a clumsy panicked motion similar to an animal cornered. You turned around wildly ready to sprint off, to where you weren't sure you weren’t even sure you were thinking in the first place you just couldn’t stand to see what he was to say. A hand reached up grabbing your arm tightly tugging gently but swiftly at it, your turned your head to look down your eyes meeting Newt's, his face filled with worry, his eyes shone in the light and his lips were slightly parted as if they were about to speak. He stood on his knees with most of his weight on his one leg to make him more stable against his weaker leg, his one arm was stretched up grabbing right below your elbow firm enough to cause you to stop but gentle enough to not hurt his other hand had grabbed yours.

“ Did you mean it?” Newt questioned his eyes searching yours for an answer.

“ I,” you started pausing in hesitation searching his eyes back for an explanation “ Yes.”

“ Then don’t go, not without letting me say anything first, please” He pleaded towards you and you did a small nod to let him speak.

“ I love you, I love you so much.” He stated simply as if it was as easy to understand as a fact. 

That's when both of you realised that either one of you had done everything but say it. From the moments like when you helped with the pain in his leg, to when you saved him from a crank by full on tackling the crank stabbing it in the head multiple times, or even just listened to his little rants and info dumps, meanwhile he had showed his through bandaging every cut and scrape you’ve gotten, to when he shielded you from the bullets that WICKED rained down upon the group as you escaped, or even how when you inevitably would fall asleep at the bonfires he would carry you to your bed and tuck you in. Of course there was so much more just both of you had never had the words till now…actually that wasn’t quite true. You had tried to tell him before it just never felt right, in fact everything in the maze had felt wrong but that was probably to do with the fact you were in a psychotic social experiment and not Newt. Newt on the other hand never tried or planned to tell you nor was he ever going to till now the only times he ever got close were on accident in passing moments when he couldn't help admire you just ineffably you. The closest he got was when you tackled the crank that was just on the verge of biting him, he was terrified for you, why had you done something so so stupid you were willing to subject yourself to the possibility of becoming a monster for him and that would have been his worst fear come true. It didn’t but he could still remember how your future flashed before his eyes, the awful awful image of your eyes slowly turning into a black void, dark blood spilling from your mouth, your veins showing off the changes, and worst of all, your beautiful mind gone. That was when he almost slipped up his biggest secret, the one he was sure wasn’t mutually returned and yet here you were. Words rolling off your tongue like the tide that was rolling in front of him. He tugged your hand a little once again, you softly falling to your knees staring at him with shock and adoration all compiled into a swirling gaze.

“ You…do?” You asked your head slanting to the side ever so slightly with your lips twitching upward but still a twinge of doubt that none of it was real.

“ Of course I do.” He scoffed jokingly as a laugh escaped his lips slightly smiling back his head tilting to match yours.

He turned back to facing the ocean, his stronger leg bent with his other straight and him leaning back onto one hand with his other arm held in a slight arc in the air indicating for you to move closer. You scooched forward still on your knees, a wide smile creeping onto your face as you crawled under his arm allowing for his arm to go around you holding you softly as you matched his position.

“Don’t go please,” he whispered slowly, leaning his head on you.

“ I don't plan on it anytime soon as long as you don't,” You replied lightly with a slight chuckle still meaning every word of it. In this world after everything youve gone through together even death couldn't separate you.

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[harringtonstilinski]

Got The Girl - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Thomas Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1,429 Warnings: angst, fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since August. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Thomas and Stiles Stilinski were your best friends. You, honestly, couldn’t see your life without them. The three of you had met in the 8th grade in a class you all had together, and the rest is history. Granted, it’s been about three years since then, but you still couldn’t see your life without them. 

The three of you were now in your Junior year of high school; Stiles was off doing his supernatural thing with Scott and his pack, Thomas was with his crew that had Newt and Minho in it, and you were hanging out with whichever twin had the most time for you… which had been Thomas here lately.

Well, he was there for you for a while until he started hanging out with Teresa and Brenda, both of which you caught him sucking face with. Granted, it was at a party and he was a little drunk at the time, but still. Your heart shattered as you watched. You didn’t want to watch, but it was kinda hard to look away.

You cried on Stiles’ shoulder that night, falling asleep with him in his bed. Thomas had walked into Stiles’ room, thinking it was his in his drunken state, seeing the two of you cuddled on his twins bed. He sobered up at that point, his heart shattering.

You and Thomas had crushes on each other, but never acted on it. Scott McCall, Stiles’ best friend since the age of four, could smell the chemosignals on the two of you, with him being a True Alpha werewolf and all.

He talked to Stiles about it a few times, the latter not really wanting to hear about his twin brother’s crush on his other best friend. Everytime Scott brought it up, Stiles shut it down.

Thomas, on the other hand, talked to Newt and Minho about you all the time. It was like he never shut up about you. They gave him advice on how to subtly ask you on a date and all that, Thomas planning the day he was going to ask you.

He was gearing up to ask you at your locker, but when he got just a few feet away, he watched as you flirted with Gally, the boy who deemed himself Thomas’ enemy.

You were laughing at something ridiculous Gally said when you looked over, seeing Thomas walk away. Instantly, regret hit you like a bus, taking a step to follow after him, but Gally’s hand on you had you stopping in your tracks.

“Hey, where are you going?” Gally looked over to Thomas’ retreating form, smirking as he looked back at you. “Looks like we made him upset.”

You looked at him, disgusted. “Ya’know what, Gally? I’m tired of your games. I’m tired of you flirting with me just to make him upset. I know you know how I feel about him. This ends today.”

“Come on, baby,” Gally said. “You know you want a real man.” “And that real man is Thomas. He doesn’t use me for his own personal gain, unlike you.” With that, you turned and slammed your locker door shut to start your journey of finding Thomas.

~~~

“I can’t believe she’d do that,” Thomas said, sitting at his desk.

“Do what? Laugh at Gally?” Newt asked.

“He probably said something stupid and she couldn’t help but laugh,” Minho added.

“She was laughing,” Thomas breathed, sitting back in his seat.

“Laughing doesn’t always mean she’s flirting, bro,” Stiles said, sitting in front of his twin.

“Yes, it does. Lydia laughs at you all the time.”

“Because he’s stupid,” you smiled, sitting down at your own desk next to Stiles.

“Thanks for that,” Stiles deadpanned.

You turned your head, smiling at your best friend before your eyes shifted to Thomas. Whispering, you said, “Hey, Thomas. Can we talk?”

He looked at you and it was then you finally noticed the sadness in his eyes.

Sighing, you started to say, “I wasn’t flirt–” before your teacher’s voice cut you off, starting the class for the day.

Begrudgingly, you sighed and sat back in your seat, halfway paying attention to whatever the teacher was saying.

You couldn’t help but sneak looks back at Thomas, the twin quickly looking away from you as you did. You pretended to not notice that he was already looking at you, so when the class ended and he quickly got up, you followed his lead.

Following him down the hallway, you kept saying his name. Every time you got closer to him to tap his shoulder or grab it, he would move away faster. When the two of you made it outside, you followed him to Stiles’ Jeep, your hand finally on his shoulder.

When he turned around, he looked pissed and you could understand why. “Look,” you said, voice stern. “I wasn’t flirting with Gally. He said something so ridiculously stupid, the only thing I could do was laugh. Laughing doesn’t always mean that a girl is flirting with someone. I mean, Teresa and Brenda laugh at you all the time, and they’re not flirting!”

“How do you know they’re not flirting?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I actually see them flirting with guys on the lacrosse team,” I countered, replicating his stance. 

“What if they’re doing it to make me jealous?”

You snorted a laugh. “Yeah. Okay.” You took a breath, releasing it while asking, “You wanna know how a girl is flirting with you?”

He narrowed his eyes, asking, “I think I have an idea, but how?”

“She’ll put her hand on your arm while laughing, maybe give it a small squeeze,” you started to explain. Deciding to take it a little further, you explained everything that you did when the two of you hung out. “She’ll lay her head on your shoulder while watching a movie, or even lay her head in your lap while watching a movie because she’s tired and falls asleep.

“She might even be thoughtful and remember your favorite snacks for movie night, cuddle into you if you’re watching a scary movie. She might even wear your favorite shirt for shits and giggles every time she’s over because she knows how it makes you feel when you see her wear it.”

As you explained all that, you saw something shift in Thomas’ eyes. “But… you do all those things.”

“Yeah,” you drug out, turning your head to the side a little, but keeping your eyes on Thomas’.

“Why would another girl–”

“You egghead!” Stiles said, slapping his twin on the back of the head. “She’s talking about herself!”

Thomas looked from Stiles back to you, eyes growing a little wider. “You–?” Making the decision to get back at him, you said, “Maybe I’ll have Gally give me a ride home?” “I’ll kill him if he does,” Thomas sneered.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed. 

“Knew what?” Scott asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“Thomas likes me.”

Shrugging, Scott said, “I could’ve told you that.”

Looking at him with an unimpressed look, you said, “You’re a fucking Alpha werewolf. I’m sure you could smell it on him.”

Scott leaned forward, saying, “And you, too.”

Your eyes went as wide as saucers, Scott’s smile returning to his face. “You son of a bitch.”

“Wait,” Thomas said. “You like me, too?”

Quickly turning your head to look at Thomas, you said, “So admit it!”

“Oh, yeah,” Teresa said.

“He’s had a crush on you for years,” Brenda added.

“You two knew?!” you blurted. 

They looked at each other and nodded. “Yeah.”

“He told us freshman year,” Brenda said.

“He won’t stop talking about you,” Newt added as well.

It seemed like all of your friends were surrounding you now, Minho having joined Newt, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Issac, Erica, Boyd, Gally, Jeff, and even little Chuck all surrounding you and Thomas, waiting for one of you to make a move.

Thomas groaned, looking at Stiles for some direction. “Tell her,” Stiles said. “Tell her.” Thomas sighed and looked back at me, “Listen, I–” 

I didn’t let him tell me what he needed to as I jumped into his arms, pressing my lips to his, feeling him kiss me back without missing a beat. Our lips moved in sync as our friends cheered us on. Laughing, I smiled out of the kiss, Thomas’ arms wrapping around my middle to lift me up off my feet for a moment.

“I guess Greenie got the girl after all,” Gally said.

“Yep,” I smiled, never taking my eyes off of Thomas. “He sure did.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i haven’t posted anything not series related since… i don't even know when.... and i feel fucking terrible… for those that have stuck around since then, y’all are the real mvp’s!

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​​​Posted on October 9, 2023

[mackjlee9]

Gally x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Author's note: this is like... heavily based on The Rejected, but of course, this can be read separately from that, it doesn't affect this one shot at all.

Masterlist.

The Maze Runner

Requested by BåůmŠquåd W187 on Quotev

"We can make it out of here. I know that."

There was silence for a few seconds in the Glade as they let those words sink in.

And just like that, like the breeze blowing by, guys who were on their side started making their way to Thomas, mumbling quiet apologies to them.

Gally and (M/n) made brief eye contact, unsure of what to do next.

"It's over," their sight shifted back ahead of them, "Just come with us..." Despite Thomas' words being directed to all of them, his eyes were locked onto (M/n)'s, it was clear who he wanted to have by his side.

He stared at Thomas, at Teresa, and all the guys he called friends standing in front of him, ready to go into the Maze and maybe, find their way out. (M/n) looked at each one of them, at Minho, at Newt, at Fry, at Winston, and he soon remembered all of those who weren't here with them to witness what was happening.

Some of his best friends were waiting for him to come with them, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't leave Gally just like that, not after everything they'd been through together.

(M/n) sighed and turned his head to look at Gally, whose eyes were locked on him, not even acknowledging all the other guys staring at them. Green eyes looked into (e/c) ones, pleading (M/n) to stay, terribly scared that he might leave him too.

It broke his heart to see Gally so vulnerable, his hand gripping onto the back of his dirty and worn shirt, trembling as the seconds went by, beginning to feel desperate at the thought of (M/n) actually deciding to go with Thomas into the Maze.

And the weak smile Gally received from him almost made him double over, wanting to wail and cry for him to stay.

(M/n) took a deep breath as he turned to look at the others, silently waiting for his response, hoping they would come along as well, but that's not what they got.

"Good luck against the Grievers," everyone saw how determined to stay (M/n) was, and some of them felt the need to stay, as if they'd changed their mind, no longer sure of their choice.

However, before they could make their way back to Gally, Thomas called to them and ran into the Maze, soon followed by those whose resolution didn't waver and the hesitant steps of those who did.

They watched how they left and got out of their sight when they rounded the corner.

It took a bit, but everyone left in the Glade began making their way to what was left of their home, and (M/n) wondered how things were gonna go now.

Will they survive? If so, for how long?

He couldn't take even a single step forward when Gally's arms wrapped around him, tightly. He was shaking and sniffing on his neck as he cried. Silently, he rubbed Gally's back slowly, whispering in his ear that everything was gonna be alright.

"It'll be fine. Things will get better."

If only he could believe his words.

//////

They tried. Everyone did.

Ten guys against two Grievers didn't sound too hard, but it didn't sound easy either. They tried their damnest and succeeded, but at what cost?

Everyone was dead, or dying, and nothing could be done.

(M/n) got up from the ground, and grabbed the spear a Glader had lost while running away before getting captured by one. He released a shaky sigh and cautiously started walking out of the Deadheads, everything was quiet.

The fight they had and all the screaming that echoed was now gone, it just disappeared, and the quietness did nothing to ease his freaked-out mind, sharpening his senses as he walked forward, trying to find anyone that could still be alive, but nothing.

And now he was panicking... What if he was the only one alive? What if...?

From afar, relatively close to the Maze Doors, he spotted someone, they were pulling apart the slimy flesh of the Griever and rummaging for something inside. A cylindrical device that beeped rather slow and quiet.

He got closer and saw them stand up to their full height. It was...

"Gally?" He whispered to himself, and he witnessed with horrified eyes how the blond ran into the Maze, alone and without a weapon, "Gally!"

The only logical thing he could do was run after him.

Navigating the Maze was hard, even if he had gone in a handful of times in the past, getting lost was easy, but he tried. It was weird that Gally seemed to know where he was going, and his legs trembled and shook as he struggled to catch up to him.

If he stayed quiet, he could hear the beeping of the device getting more frequent, and whether it was closer or further away, so he kept going, knowing that Gally was somewhere ahead of him and he wasn't gonna stop for (M/n) to catch up.

The sound of echoing footsteps reached his ears, and he ran faster, rounding the corner, stopping as he slipped and almost fell. He gasped for air and looked around.

(M/n) saw multiple Grievers dead, along with some of the guys that went along with Thomas, there was blood on the stone floor he was walking on, making dragging marks as they went over the edges on either side of him. Carefully peaking over, he realized he couldn't see the bottom, and he felt like his stomach was gonna spit through his mouth.

He took a deep breath, put the spear down, and slowly walked forward, and into the dark tunnel, following along it as he got closer to the light.

He knew better than to believe they were out of the Maze, everything felt off and unsettling. (M/n) stepped out of the tunnel and stepped into a long hallway, it extended to his left and to his right. He was unsure of which way he should go until he stepped on something gooey. It looked like Griever spit.

A set of footsteps left a mark on the floor heading into the hall on his right, and he walked that way, his hand unconsciously dragging along the wall he was closest to.

After a short while that felt a little too long, he came across a door that displayed 'exit' atop it, he rolled his eyes at the inconvenient comedic timing. Even so, he walked in.

An open door on the other side of the room made him groan as he covered his eyes, the sun was too bright and the air coming inside felt scorching hot. He stepped to the side where he didn't have to look at the light directly and soon, he got adjusted to the room.

He didn't see anything worth mentioning, just computers and scientists dead. He walked around the long table, seeing pictures of his friends on the monitors, labeled 'subjects' instead of their names.

He felt sick at the thought of just being treated like experiments, and he wondered where the rest of his friends had gone to. Maybe they were outside...?

His train of thought stopped when he looked down.

Lying by the door, was Chuck. Dead.

(M/n) froze for a few seconds, feeling tears gathering in his eyes as his brain processed what he was seeing. Slowly, he knelt on the ground next to Chuck and gently wrapped his arms around his body, he blinked and a few tears made their way down his dirty face, looking into his lifeless eyes.

He sweetly moved his curls away and pressed a kiss to his forehead, backing away and gently closing Chuck's eyes, letting him rest in peace. "Goodbye, little buddy."

He sighed and placed Chuck's body back on the floor, regretful that he didn't have a way to give him a proper burial. He deserved it, he was just a little kid.

His whole life was taken away by W.I.C.K.E.D, and (M/n) would do anything-

The frown on his face disappeared instantly the moment he looked up, his eyes landing on another body lying on the ground. He stood up and tried to make his way over to them, but his legs shook and quivered, his sight completely glossed over with tears as his bottom lip trembled, he could barely move, and the only thing keeping him moving was the adrenaline.

"Gally...?"

He mumbled, his hands shaking violently as he placed them on his face. Truth is, (M/n) didn't know what to do, just cry and hold Gally close.

There isn't much he can remember from that moment, but he recalls the sound of various vehicles stopping outside before making their way inside the facility.

"We've got a survivor!" One of them screamed and they approached him, these people had tactical gear and masks covering their faces.

And they were trying to pull him away from Gally.

"No! Let go of me! Gally!" (M/n) managed to elbow the guy holding him on the stomach, getting free from his grip and crawling his way back to Gally, "I'm not gonna leave you, okay? I'm not..."

His body shook with each sob he released, blinking away the tears to be able to see Gally's face clearly, wanting to engrave it in his memory. But then again, he was being pulled away from him.

He groaned and kicked, pulling his arms away from the foreign hands holding him back, "I won't leave him! Stop, let me go!" His voice broke, desperately pleading to these people to just let him stay there with Gally.

There was no point in living if Gally wasn't gonna be there with him, reminding him to eat all three meals, to mess up his hair with a playful smile, to show him his drawings, to hear his beautiful laugh, and to comfort him when he didn't feel worthy. He couldn't live if Gally was gone.

"I can't... Gally..." He whimpered and made a last attempt at freeing himself again but to no avail.

"Sir! He's still alive!"

(M/n) saw a spark of hope in the dark tunnel he found himself inside of, and he felt like he was moving toward it, needing the hope to be able to continue.

"Save... Save him! Please, save him!" He yelled at them, as he stopped fighting their hold, and he watched how they stabilized the spear through his chest to cut the handle off. He had refused to leave, struggling against these people again, who decided against it and simply stayed put, "Can I... Can I go with... With him?" He asked between gasps, "Please, let me... Go with him..."

One of the guys holding him released his grip, moving to help the other group get Gally on a stretcher and take him outside to their van.

(M/n) was taken outside in the scorching sun as it began setting, and he started squirming and screaming when he realized he was being taken to another vehicle than Gally.

"Fuck off!" He pushed the man behind him and ran toward the group of four carrying Gally onto the van, and he got in, closing the door behind him. Seeing as he hadn't run away or caused any other major problem, everyone got in their car and drove off.

(M/n) felt his eyelids heavy, but he refused to fall asleep, observing closely what they were doing to Gally to keep him alive.

From what he heard, it was bad, and it would be a miracle if he survived, but he clung to that hope.

He clung onto the possibility of a miracle occurring.

//////

The days that followed felt like a blur.

(M/n) was glad that Gally was still alive, and he hadn't been able to thank the doctor that saved him yet which upset him, but he couldn't leave his side. He had especially learned how to clean his wound and change his bandages, just to have an excuse to be with him, take care of him, and wait for him to wake up.

It was painful, really. He had been told Gally would wake up eventually, but they didn't know when it would happen, how they were unsure if there would be any other issues within his body, and (M/n) was constantly on edge, sitting by his side, sleeping on the worn couch in the infirmary, talk to him about the good memories they had back in the Glade, and where they were.

Even if Gally couldn't hear him or know he was there, he still did, because he cared, and he was scared.

The image of Gally's body lying on that cold floor would flood his subconscious every night, and he was convinced that he would never fully believe or realize that Gally was still alive.

It was early morning at the base, and he had just been taken to the cafeteria by the doctor, Lauren, to eat something. He couldn't, but he tried, for her.

They stayed silent, and after enough time had gone past, (M/n) got up and left, apologizing to her and heading back to the infirmary. It was hard to stay away from Gally for longer than twenty minutes, he couldn't do it.

He sighed and opened the door, expecting to see him there on his bed, still in a coma, just... Waiting for a miracle. But no, Gally was awake.

He was looking around the room, slowly, frowning at the sunlight coming through the slightly open blinds, setting a glass of water -the one he left there- down, when he heard the door being opened. Then, his green eyes, which had been devoid of all emotion, landed on him, shining brightly as they regained their usual glow.

"(M/n)...?" His voice was hoarse and raspy, probably from not being used, and (M/n) found himself shocked in place, looking at Gally as if he wasn't real.

He took a step forward and struggled to take a breath, his eyes filling with tears as he approached Gally, who was also getting emotional at the sight of (M/n) there, by his side, alive.

"Gally," he whispered his name, his voice trembling as he did so, and he got closer to the bed he was lying on. He held his face in his hands, and they looked at each other as if they couldn't believe it, smiling and chuckling between tears, "I missed you, so much," (M/n) hugged him, careful of not hurting him, his face buried on his neck, wetting his skin with his tears.

"Sorry, I... Kept you waiting..." The sound of his voice brought shivers to (M/n)'s back, and he couldn't resist.

He lifted his head away from Gally and leaned in to press their lips together, with no hesitation. Gally gasped in surprise but smiled against (M/n)'s lips and kissed him back.

Their lips moved against each other slowly, and Gally sighed through his nose at the feeling of (M/n)'s hands holding his face gently, his hand lifting to intertwine his fingers to his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, tugging on it weakly, feeling shivers down his body at the quiet satisfied hum he released.

Unfortunately, their kiss was cut short when Gally's breath faltered, reluctantly pushing (M/n) away to regain his breathing. The stinging pain in his chest worked to bring foggy memories back, but he was scared to ask just yet.

"Sorry, are you okay?" (M/n)'s hand moved through his hair, observing him attentively, and Gally felt his face getting hot, knowing he was blushing when (M/n) smiled at him, chuckling and leaning closer again, placing a kiss to his forehead, "I'm so happy you're awake, Gally."

He smiled back at him, "And im happy... You're here with me, (M/n)," at that moment, nothing else mattered to them.

They had each other again, and that's all they could ever ask for, or need.

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) You Get A Minor Injury

What Thomas, Newt, Minho, and Gally are like when reader gets a minor injury, pre-relationship and also during.

Warnings: Injuries, mentions of blood, scratches, scrapes, fluff.

Author’s Note:  In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version.

Thomas:

"Ouch!"

Thomas immediately looks up from his task at the sound of your pained wince. The two of you had spent the afternoon clearing a section to make way for a new garden. In the final stretch of the project, the garden tool in your hand slipped and scraped your other arm.

You lift your arm to check out the damage, and Thomas is making his way over toward you before you could insist it was nothing. He isn't in a panic, but the concern's evident in his expression as he crouches down beside you, carefully taking your arm in his hands to inspect it. He concludes that it's nothing serious, and his gaze travels back up to meet yours, suggesting that you pay the medjacks a visit. He lets it go if you insist you're alright and don't need to get checked out. He keeps an eye on you, though, to make sure it doesn't get worse.

If you're in an established relationship, Thomas feels free to be a bit more open about his concern. If you didn't wish to stop work and go to the medjack hut with him, then at the very least, he's getting the supplies and bandaging you up himself. He'll pull you into a hug when it's taken care of, letting you know he just wants you to be alright even when it comes to the little things.

Newt:

You're standing a little ways away from your crew, taking a break from your hard work after a spectacular fall, when Newt approaches you.

He must have been making his rounds as second-in-command, checking the progress of each group of Gladers.

Newt seems puzzled at first as to why you've paused your work- Not suspicious, as he knows you do your part. When he notices the tiny red scrape on your chin, his curiosity turns to concern as he leans in to get a closer look. You glance down sheepishly at your palms, both a tad scraped up as well.

"You just missed it," you laugh it off, though internally you're extremely glad he did indeed miss it. One misstep had all but wrecked you, and the last thing you'd want was this handsome Glader in particular to witness it.

"Are you alright?" He lifts a hand to gently tilt your chin up to inspect the wound. He definitely pulls you away from the job to escort you to the medjack hut and won't hear any "but"s or protests of any kind on your part.

In a relationship, Newt feels more inclined to take the task of tending to your injury himself. He'd rather be the one to enter your space, dab at the little scrape on your chin with a clean cloth, and bandage your hands. You can expect a tender kiss on your forehead when he's all done.

Minho:

You wince, kneeling down to take a look at the wound. You can hear Minho's steps slow to a stop ahead of you before he swings back around to see what was the matter.

An unfortunate misstep during your routine run through the maze left you with a scratch on your knee. It's red, and there is just a bit of blood beading in certain spots where the scratch went a little deeper.

"Oh shuck," he murmurs, crouching. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it was my own fault," you replied.

"You're getting that checked out when we get back." It wasn't a question.

And you do. He's glancing over his shoulder at you the whole way back, and then he walks you to the medjack hut to ask for Clint or Jeff.

In the context of a relationship, Minho is more transparent with his concern. He's a bit more in your space, in a gentle way, inspecting the injury more closely and asking you more than once if you're alright. He's good at remaining calm. He's just focused on getting you the care you need. You can expect him to be a bit fussy after you're all bandaged up, insisting you take a break from running for a while.

Gally:

You had a slip-up with one of your tools, and you're trying to hide the evidence. You were not in the mood to draw the attention of the Keeper of the Builders with a minor mistake that you thought might make you look silly to him.

To your embarrassment, he happens to be walking by when you wince, shaking your hand to fan the slice on your finger. He stops immediately and approaches, and you quickly protest that it's nothing.

"Let me see."

You sigh and hold out your hand, gauging his reaction as he leans forward to take a look.

His lips pressed firmly together, brows furrowed in concern.

"Take five, Greenie," he tells you, nodding in the direction of the medjack hut. "Get yourself bandaged up."

If you do voice any other protests, the raise of his brow tell you they're futile.

In a relationship, Gally is less reserved about his worry. He knows things happen on the job. He can't exactly blame you. Sure, he'll scold any one of his guys if they were being a shank and got hurt doing something obviously dangerous, but for the average cut and scrape, he is actually pretty understanding. He'll still tell you to be careful while he inspects the injury more closely, but it's not from a place of frustration at you. It's his protective nature, and he just wishes he could protect you from even the little things.

[elioas-diel]

gally the maze runner

🎀!who has a (not so little) crush on you

🎀::(first image, on the left) full creds to: estherscanon on pintrest!

🎀:: A/N: my trade marks are back!! i’ve really gotta update my last two posts - i still haven’t put my watermark on it yet.. haha whoops😭

this was requested by lovely: @rainydaydream-gal18 i hope you like it!

thinking about! gally who has a little crush on you ♡

🎀:: includes, glader!gally, how i think he’d act if he had a crush on you, fluff, headcanons, and you!

-🎀-

thinking about!gally before he knew he liked you, who gets frustrated - at the fact you’re on his mind too much. he’d grumble obscenities under his breath whenever he caught himself looking at you or thinking about you as he zones out, when he really should be focusing on his job

thinking about!gally before he knew he liked you, who unconsciously pushes himself harder when you’re watching or near him.

if its when he’s in the fighting pit: he’d roll up his sleeves to the point his muscular arms are bulging out the tight shirtsleeve - making up excuses when asked about it by his friends, saying things like:

“they just feel better when I go to land a punch - no biggie,” (but it isn’t a “no biggie,” those muscles are far from that and he knows it - lets just hope you realise it too)

he’d pull off more tactical moves and stronger throws of his fists.

or if its a normal day of building: he’d take things out of gladers hands, even shoving them out of the way, just so he’d be in your field of vision.

“gally- wait you just said I was positioned here a few minutes ago!”

“not anymore - go and help out, somewhere else shuck-face,”

thinking about!gally before he knew he liked you, who suddenly snaps/scoffs at you randomly. If you’re too close - at the teasing jokes you make, you know what? even at the sound of your voice.

you know and he knows that he doesn’t mean it, after all your good friends, but it starts to confuse you. which only makes him snap back even more.

its almost comedic.

but really it’s just a defensive mechanism to him - a barrier he puts up to help push down bubbling feelings that keep arising in his chest.

-🎀-

gally who thought he was pretty good at keeping his emotions in line, finally ends up cracking when he lets himself sit with his thoughts.

-🎀-

thinking about!gally who now knows he likes you, suddenly becomes ticked off by any guy who gets your attention - he might throw some shade or a sarcastic comment at them but shrug it off when you mention it.

though, if the glader you were speaking to, ever brought it up - he’d go and make a scene out of it.

pushing at gally’s chest a glader steps in front of him, “what the hell dude, what’s your deal?”

shoving the male in front of him slightly he scoffs back, “you wanna find out slinthead? c’mon keep pushing me, dude.”

thinking about!gally who now knows he likes you, does everything in his power to avoid you - whats he supposed to do with these feelings now? why does he keep acting out?

he doesn’t remember any trace of knowledge that taught him how he’s supposed to go about, whatever this even is!

while this existential crisis occurs in his brain, his demeanour does not show any signs of panic. His body seems to just run itself - his expression serious, and his body just a teensy bit more tense when he’s around you, whilst his consciousness suffers inside.

-🎀-

gally who isn’t the type to easily admit his emotions - finally admits that he likes you when his body takes full control and crashes his lips into yours.

this wasn’t how his little declaration of love was supposed to go - but all thoughts of worry slip away when you feel your body melt into his.

gally honestly was never going to get his way by expressing his feelings through his words so maybe his actions might show much he likes you?

but the funny thing is the fact you always knew - you had always liked him - from the moment you met him - but there was no way in this world you’d ever admit that. so imagine how relieved you felt when he finally made the first move.

at the end of the day though, you were as stubborn as he was, maybe thats what makes you so crazy for each-other?

-🎀-

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 1 - the gc birth

in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends

or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.

warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28

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THE GLADE

[ 7:45 PM ]

alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally

alby: Hello, guys.

minho: wtf is this

newt: uhhhh

tommy: hi :3

y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private

gally: i didn’t consent to this when i gave you my number

newt: don’t give strange men your number y/n

tommy: oh that’s y/n?

alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/N’s number already??

newt: yea

tommy: o.O

y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao

tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????

y/n: well he asked and you guys didn’t :p

newt: lmao

minho: ik he smug as fuck rn

not u asking for a girls number lmao simp

newt: stop

y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didn’t really think about it

plus you guys are friends irl so idk

it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh

minho: we’ve known you for a year and a half y/n

we play games all the time

call all the time

we even send packages and shit

you’re very much considered our irl friend

y/n: REALLY?? 🥺��

tommy: internet friends are real friends 😍❤️

minho: the heart eyes are crazy

but yes dude

newt: of course you’re our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and you’re a bit far away doesn’t mean we don’t adore you

minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO

but real ig

y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE

hahahahha

HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR

I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER

gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys

minho: gally sleeps in the corner

gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion

y/n: cherry blossom mansion*

gally: and you sleep in a shed

y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.

tommy: love you y/n 😊🥰

y/n: love you tommy <3333

minho: that’s actually nasty stop now

y/n: u mad ur unloved

i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((

newt: aw it is

minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord

alby: I’m done with Discord.

newt: you got your shit hacked didn’t you mate

minho: mate 💀💀

british people so crazy

alby: Yes maybe..

I don’t want to make another.

y/n: or your old ass doesn’t know how to

minho: LMAO REAL

alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I won’t have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)

minho: every group always has the old head with the job 💀💀

newt: minho admitting he’s jobless

minho: you work at a library be so fr rn

newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.

gally: LMFAOOOOOOO

minho: stfu :////

y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY

tommy: YAAAY!!!!

im going to text you guys all day

tell you every meal

every thought

every interaction will be meaningful and glorious

newt: you are 24 years old you don’t have to do all that

minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit

why not just do it before in the discord ??

tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..

y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy

newt: ok second thought that’s fine

minho: .

gally: that’s wild.

y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST

newt: first with what

y/n: say what u ate today

newt: didn’t say i’d do it.

tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333

you guys next

minho: that’s all you had bro..

y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D

minho: ??????? BRO

how are you guys alive

y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking

newt: please eat and drink water.

like for real and document it

y/n: ok wait

there

tommy: yum!

minho: y/n..

newt: cereal does not count

y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY

im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare

newt: alright what do you want?

y/n: wym?

newt: like if you could pick.

minho: that’s so cruel 😭😭 just making her imagine it

i like it go on.

tommy: i want chick fil a

minho: i knew you hate the gays

tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????

y/n: ugh that does sound good

mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch

newt: that’s what you would order?

y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh

newt: ok

minho: that’s it?

i thought soemthing would happen

tommy: me too

like a spell! magic 🪄

y/n: sigh

my cereal tastes bad now

newt: well it is cocoa puffs.

minho: L cereal

y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG

minho: she so madddd 😂😂 L

newt: you're annoying minho

minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that

newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying

minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday

newt: ???

myself

and i paid for yours too

im the one with an income

minho: .

well i didnt think youd remember that well.

newt: it was literally yesterday.

minho: yeah but ur old

newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU

minho: yeah but im 🤗✨ 26 ✨🤗and youre... 26😬😔

tommy: guys stop fighting

newt: we aren't fighting

maybe this gc was a bad idea

tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!

y/n: NOOOO!

tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl

y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was

y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.

wait there is a knock at my door im scared

newt: answer it

minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????

newt: well usually yes

y/n: no im not expecting company

newt: just do it pls

y/n: ok :D

minho: bruh..

i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt

newt: why would you want that

minho: bc she owes me money

newt: YOU owe ME money

minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux

tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE

y/n: :o....

tommy: Y/N?????????

OH GOD THEY GOT HER

minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got

tommy: clearly its a surprised face

maybe its not her

its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use

y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!

minho: me

newt: you literally did not

minho: shut up

y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt

newt: well

y/n: :(

newt: what why are you sad?

minho: im hungry too

y/n: u spent ur money :(

newt: you're hungry are you not?

minho: she's not but i am

y/n: yeah but..

i feel bad you shouldn't have

newt: just eat it or i'll be mad

minho: i think i want red lobster

newt: it's really no big deal y/n

y/n: thank you newt :(((((

newt: you're welcome

go eat and watch ur show or smth

minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving

newt: can you shut up

gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.

minho: thank god

newt: good

tommy: good

y/n: good

the food is good too <3

newt: good.

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Hi, i’m Kira and I’m freaky. You can literally ask me ANYTHINGGGG, you want it, I’ll write it. But, that’s not what this page is all about. Just like every writer, I have my limits.

[DO NOT REQUEST PEDOPHILIA!!!]

I’ll write for…

TWD/The Walking Dead (TV Show & Game), Harry Potter, Blue Lock, Seven Deadly Sins, Mid90s , Riverdale, The Boys The Breakfast Club, TMR/The Maze Runner, Divergent, Detroit Become Human, Heathers (Movie), Good Girls, Marvel, DC, Youtubers, Rappers, Actors, OC/OC (of requests choice), Reader/OC, Reader/Unidentifed, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy, Girl/Boy/Boy, and etc. !I know of more fandoms, but my memory is failing me, i’ll update this as I go! (Feel free to request a something about a fandom unlisted) !!ILL RESPOND TO EVERY REQUEST!!!

Genres…

Main Classification: [🍄] Fluff, [🚬] Angst, and [🎋] Smut.

Sub Classifications: [🪰] Horror, [🎳] Headcannon, [🚘] OC/OC, [👤] Unidentified, [🪀] Random/Practice Fic.

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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

[mazewolf]

Kinda written without a thought and zero brain power

Probably cringe, it’s like a rough draft but worse

Anyways enjoy :)

It was the first day back at school where she sat next to her best friends Scott and Stiles though she’s more spaced out than anything, today feels different… she’s been having dreams that’s hard to describe and making it hard to focus ignoring the world around her, well that was until Allison came in

“A greenie?…” she muttered making both Scott and her best friend look at her weirdly, they had never heard her say anything like that before, they didn’t even know that was a word.

“A what?” Stiles gave a confused mutter trying to stay quiet while Scott offered Allison a pencil

“I…don’t know…“ she shifted a bit in her seat, why did she say that? Why did it sound so familiar? Her pencil began to tap as she anxiously waited for the class to end and end it did with the bell ringing making her shoot up out of her seat leaving both of her concerned friends behind as she left the class in a hurry but not before she accidentally ran into someone watching books drop down hitting the others leg making her nose scrunch up a bit, that’s gotta hurt, she hurries to help the person pick up their books

“I’m so sorry-” she apologizes looking up as the words from her throat came to a complete stop, the blonde hair, those eyes, she knows him…but from where?

“It’s alright surprisingly not the first time it’s happened” He gave a small unsure smile after gathering the rest and holding out his hand for a shake ”I’m -”

“Newt…?“ She quietly said, she didn’t know if that was his name, she didn’t know him so why ? Why did she say that? Why did he look and sound so familiar to her?

“Ah actually it’s Isaac but my friends call me Newt…how did you-?” He trailed off giving her a look, not one of accusatory but one of curiosity, little did she know he also felt a small pull of familiarity with her

“Oh well I …heard it from your friends and picked up on it” she excused quickly before shaking his hand “I’m (name) it’s nice to meet you, hope the books didn’t hurt your leg even more -”

“My leg ?…how did you know about my leg?...” His brows furrowed slightly as she took her hands away awkwardly

“Your limp..?” She said unsurely and gave him an apologetic look as she was cut off by her friend Stiles swiftly managing to take her away leaving her no room to talk to the boy. Yet that didn’t stop them from looking at each other when leaving.

Both of them wondering what in the world was that? And why did it seem so familiar?