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𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 | 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 <𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒔. 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐.𝟖𝑲

The world felt as if it were spinning- no coming to a complete stop. Time felt as if it wasn't a thing. You stood there like a complete idiot with a knife to your throat as you looked at the man you had come to love other the past three years. Millions of thoughts were coming to your head as everyone around you was yelling, you couldn't hear a word anyone was saying all you could hear were the thoughts running trough your head.

Did he even love you? If he did, wouldn't he give anything to be with you, give anything to have a normal life with you outside of this damn Glade. You knew the reasons for this, he was scared, so scared that everything else was blurred and blocked out. His feelings for you didn't feel as strong when the fear was much stronger. And at this moment you wanted to hate him, you wanted to yell and scream at him to just listen to everyone. Listen to you. But he wouldn't and everyone including yourself knew this.

Your eyes were filled with tears, your heart was going so fast you thought it would rip out of your chest completely and you felt as if the world was ending. You didn't think you'd ever feel so bad in your life, the feeling was far worse than fear, it was far worse than the many panic attacks you've had over the years, it was much worse than millions of stabs, you'd even prefer the stabs, you'd prefer the panic attacks. For anything was better than this.

The moment his eyes connected with yours you knew you would never see him again, you knew he was gone, he was already a dead man. And even the thought of leaving him behind made you want to throw up. The thought of begging him to come with you came across your mind many times but you knew better than to beg a dead man to leave his graveyard.

His hard eyes softened when he saw the pain in your eyes, he knew you wanted to go with them, he knew you wanted him to go with you, he knew it all. But he couldn't see past that damn fear.

"Let her go," His voice came out soft, softer than anything you've ever heard coming from his lips. Your eyes didn't leave his, not even when you felt the knife slowly drop from your throat. And before you could stop yourself you ran up to Gally, your shaking hands grabbing his neck and pulling his face down to meet yours.

His lips collided with yours and he didn't stop you, instead he dropped his knife and pulled you in closer, kissing you back with so much passion you thought that maybe this would change his mind, you thought for sure he loved you. But this kiss was a goodbye and you both knew this.

You gripped his hair tighter, going onto your toes to get more acses to him making his grip on your waist tight, so tight it hurt, but you didn't care. The hurt was nothing compared to what you felt in your heart. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms for the rest of your life, and if you would've known that the last time you'd ever see him smile or laugh was that night you wouldn't have ever looked away.

You pulled away from him, your head leaning on his as he gazed into your eyes. Neither of you said anything, for you both already knew what the other wanted to say. You knew you'd never find another like Gally, and you never wanted to ever try to find someone to replace him. He was the one for you, and now. Now you had to leave him here to die. You were in a nightmare and you were just waiting until the morning came so that you could run back into his arms and everything would be fine again. But that was just a dream at this point. A dream you'd never be able to reach.

You felt cold the second you stepped away from his warm embrace. It took everything in you to keep on moving forward, you didn't even dare to look back. You felt a warm hard on your back right as you rejoined the group of teenagers leaving the Glade.

"It'll be okay," Newt whispered as he wiped your wet face.

The rest of it all came in a blur, you barely remember anything from running in the maze to running from Grievers. And soon you were in a room with dead bodies scattered all over, most due to gun shots. You remembered a video and then your world crashed and crumbed right in front of your eyes.

You remember screams and cries, all coming from you. You remember being pulled away from the only dead body you never wanted to see dead, you remember feeling numb. You remember his face, his eyes. They looked as cold and empty as you felt.

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As the months went on you wished you had never left the Glade in the first place, for the world was nothing any of you expected, it was dark, and dead. Everywhere you looked you saw more and more death, you saw how survival was all anyone ever thought about anymore, your small group seemed to be the only ones who cared about friendship and loyalty.

You were surprised you lasted as long as you did without dying, or without getting the flare but in all honesty it was due to your group, you all saved each other over and over, never leaving anyone behind. So when Minho got captured each and everyone of you wanted to go back fro him, and thats exactly what you did.

You got shoved to the side by Newt as a truck passes by, yours eyes follow it when you see there were about five men sat on top all wearing masks. You start to feel a little uneasy when one of the men doesn't look away from you, his head moving to the side as the truck moves further along the road.

You snap your head back to Newt when he starts walking forward, your eyes roam around, seeing so many people in one spot was rare nowadays and you knew this wouldn't end well, WIKD would never allow it get like this and soon they would put a stop to it.

You saw how Thomas walked ahead of all of you, ignoring Jorge when he tried to stop him, you knew this wasn't the best way to get Minho back but none of you had a better plan so you kept on walking, ignoring the strange feeling in your chest that told you something bad was going to happen.

You looked behind you only to see that same man who you saw on the truck, his eyes were covered by the mask so you didn't know weather or not he was even looking at you, but either or it didn't feel right. Something about him made you feel uneasy, maybe it was his height, he towered over everyone it seemed like, and he had a really good build. He was intimating, and the mask made it worse.

Newt seemed to see this too, he pointed another one out to you, and this made the both of you move faster towards the rest of your group. And before you even realized you were all running again with bombs crashing into the ground all around you.

As you were running you saw someone behind you, you didn't think much of it for everyone was trying to get out before being killed but than you felt strong arms warp around your waist and before you could get out of their grasp they pulled you up.

You screamed and tried hitting the man but he was far too strong. Your wide and worried eyes searched for your friends but you didn't see them anywhere, making fear creep into your body. You turned your head to see it was the same masked man you saw on the truck, his eyes were looking stright ahead and before you knew it you were shoved into a van, hitting the floor with a grunt.

You quickly moved to the back wall when the man got in with you. You looked at them with fear laced in your eyes, there were about three men all in masks and just staring at you. Your breath was coming in and out fast, you looked around trying to see if there was a way out but you knew if you tried they would probably shot you dead.

You jumped when the door slid open but relaxed a little when they threw Thomas in. He was yelling at the man but his yells came to deaf ears when the man shut the door in his face, he turned around, his eyes finding your causing him to relax a little.

You both jerked when the Van started moving, and you tried your best to not freak out. What if they were with Wicked? All kinds of horrible thoughts came to mind but they all vanished when the Van stoped.

Thomas tried to fight off the men when they grabbed him and pulled him out. But due to his fighting they just threw him to the ground. You on the other hand, got out of the van by yourself, your eyes glaring daggers at the man who reached to get you out. But by the look you gave him, he backed away from you.

You ripped your gaze off his, the further you walked the more men you saw, all wearing masks, all carrying weapons, all looking like they could kill you without a single thought, or a single care. Thankfully you saw everyone you came here with, but they were all standing in front of the men, this could very well be your end. And Minho would rot in wicked for who knows how long.

Your heart picked up in pace when a man started talking, his voice was deep but it sounded way too familiar. He was the same man you've been seeing since you got in the city, there was something different about him, but you didn't know what exactly it was.

You could feel Thomas getting impatient the more the man spoke. You cursed to yourself when he finally had enough, pushing the man who was behind him and stepping forward. "What do you mean same side! Who the hell are you?"

Everyone went dead silent, and you could feel yourself holding your breath, waiting for the man to give some kind of reaction, a reaction none of you wanted. But he was quiet for far too long. You furrowed your brows when he turned his head, grabbing his mask with his free hand and pulling it over his head. He looked at the ground for maybe 5 second before turning his head to you all.

Your heart dropped to the ground, the air around you felt thick, and you could feel yourself having trouble breathing. Tears came to your eyes in an instant and every sound around you turned off, all you could hear was a faint buzzing and your pounding heart in your chest.

His eyes connected with yours so fast you thought you had gotten whiplash, you could feel everyones eyes on you, not just Gally's and it was making you feel suffocated. You didn't know what to do, or what to feel. You wanted to cry, yell and scream all at the same time, you wanted to run into his arms and hug him until you died but at the same time you wanted to hit him over and over again for the way he hurt you, and make you leave without him.

But before you could even take a step Thomas lunged forward, hitting Gally straight in the face, hard. So hard Gally fell to the ground with Thomas right on top of him. You wanted to move, run towards them and stop Thomas from hurting him but you couldn't move, no matter how hard you tried too.

Thankfully Newt did it for you, running towards the two boys, he fell beside Thomas, grabbing his hand, stopping him from going further. You could see their lips moving but you didn't know what they were saying, you felt as if you were in a dream, floating out of your body, it didn't feel real. Nothing felt real.

Thomas got off him fast, but you could see he was dripping with anger, anger you were slowly starting to feel. Gally got up and off the ground, moving his jaw with his hand before he eyes you again. His gaze softened, his voice dropped in pitch and he looked almost scared.

"Y/N?" Everyone turned to you again, but you didn't even see anyone, all you could see was red as you looked at the boy who was supposed to love you enough to leave with you. But he was a coward then he defiantly was one now.

And before you could stop yourself you moved forward, it all happened so fast as you grabbed the gun for the man behind you, he tried to stop you but you kicked him in the crouch casuing him to fall to the ground.

With the gun in your hands and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you tightened your grip on the firearm, your knuckles white with tension as moved towards Gally who didn't move from where he stood before. He held his head high, his eyes becoming glazed, but he clenched his jaw waiting for you to do what you wanted.

You could hear yelling from everyone behind you, but it was too late. Without a moment's hesitation, you swung the gun, hitting him hard across the temple with the back of the weapon. A sickening thud echoed through the air as the force of the blow sent him reeling backward. His eyes widened in shock, then dulled with pain as he crumpled to the floor.

It fell silent, except for your heavy breaths. You stood over him, chest heaving. The weight of what you had just done settled on your shoulders, but you pushed it away, the anger still seeping in your veins when he looked up at you, his nose bleeding.

You didn't know what was going on around you but whatever it was it died down when Gally raised his hand, telling them it was okay. His breathing came in and out harshly, his eyes connected with yours and the same softness still visible.

"You piece of shit," You breathed out, your voice dripping with hurt and rage. "You shouldn't have come back," Tears filled your vision as you remembered what he did, and how he made you feel. You had woken up screaming and crying because of him, and thinking you saw him die right in your arms. But he wasn't dead, and it was messing with your head, he was messing with your head.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," You let out a small cry at the sound of his voice, or the way your name rolled off his tongue. You didn't think you would ever hear him say your name again, and it caused your heart to physically hurt. Your breathing was getting faster and faster the more you let yourself feel the pain, you felt yourself give in slowly.

Tears slipped down your cheeks and you took a step away from him, dropping the gun on the ground in front of you. Gally didn't even waist a second, his eyes connecting with yours as he got up and off the ground, and making his way towards your form.

You gasped when he grabbed you and pulled you into his warm arms. And as he wrapped his arms around you, he could feel you trembling against him, your body shaking with the weight of all the emotions coursing through you. He held you close, his hug a shelter from the storm of doubt and fear.

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers clutching at the fabric of his uniform as if afraid he might slip away once more. He could feel the dampness of your tears soaking into his shirt.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the passing of time, nor the trials you had faced while you were apart. All that mattered in this moment was the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

And as you held each other, lost in the sweet embrace of reunion, the world faded away around you, leaving only the echo of your love reverberating through the empty spaces between you. It was a moment frozen in time, a testament to the enduring power of your connection, and a promise of the future you would build together, one tender embrace at a time.

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lowkeyrobin · 8 months ago

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can you do a gally x reader where its like a lovers to enemies to lovers??? thanksss 🫶

thank you for requesting!! I hope you enjoyed bc this genuinley rotted my brain bc I spent way too much time overthinking it 💀💀 ; HOLY SHIT POST WRITING ROBIN HERE.... uh I didn't see the first lovers bit I am so sorry 💀 I actually apologize bc idk how to fix it now LMFAO ; also ending is rlly dumb but jsjskdndns ; send tmr requests please 🙏🙏🙏

GALLY ; i don't want to be your enemy anymore

summary ; a little enemies to lovers trope with Gally because why not

warnings ; language, guns, knives, WCKD stuff

word count ; 1.6k

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Being stuck in that peaceful, dystopian Hell with Gally for three years was enough to make you rethink every single life choice that could've probably led you there, which wasn't much considering most of your memory had been erased. But, after escaping the maze, WCKD, fighting against Mother Nature in the Scorch and the Cranks, making it to the Right Arm, raiding a WCKD train, and a no-plan-plan to storm the Last City, you never thought you'd see Gally again, for better or for worse.

You two had never gotten along whatsoever, prior to, or post Thomas entering the Glade.

Gally would always do anything and everything just to piss you off. From the frequent physical fights to dehumanizing and undermining you for whatever reason, it never stopped. You were truly enemies, always out to get each other back or glare at each other from across the entire Glade.

He thought it was dumb for you to be awarded the graciousness of being a Runner, for whatever reason. Builders didn't have a lot going up in the membrane and he just proved it, constantly. But, sometimes you'd do the same, you weren't any better than him, just short-tempered, you supposed.

All those wasted nights sleeping in the Slammer over fighting, all the alcohol wasted due to throwing it all over each other. You both had a fire burning in your hearts to just kill each other, but in a way, it was fun. It was fun to piss each other off and get a reaction, and to just yell and scream your emotions out at each other. Toxic enemies, perhaps.

Minho though, good Lord. He always had to tease you, his fellow peer, about it.

"Oh, you're so in love with Gally" and "You look at each other with hearts in your eyes." You couldn't go a day without him bringing it up at least twice.

But now, you were trying to get Minho back from WCKD, and that's all that mattered. What did matter was that Gally was fucking alive.

Of fucking course, just your luck.

How he wasn't dead was beyond you, considering you watched Minho impale him with a spear.

You thought for a moment he was working for WCKD, considering he killed a small child last time you saw him, and he and his buddies basically kidnapped you and your friends. But, he took you guys back to some Rebellion setup hideout just outside the city, considering you couldn't get into the walls, now knowing there were microchips in your necks tracking your every move.

You stuck back while Thomas spoke to Lawrence, the guy in charge, turned half-Crank. You didn't want to be anywhere near Gally while he took Thomas down, so you stuck with the others, silently looking for reassurance in each other.

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The sun sets rather quickly, and you, Newt, and Thomas join Gally into sneaking into the city through a train tunnel. That in itself was its own thing. You don't even know why you agreed to come with them, considering you were being led by Gally, but, alright then.

He takes you three on a little tour of the city, showing you all the bright lights and the building that towered over the rest, WCKD's headquarters.

You're perched on a balcony, looking over at the building from afar. A telescope rests on the ledge of the wall, Thomas looking through it. Gally stands on his left, and then Newt and you on the right.

Newt looks over at you, sensing your discomfort from a mile away. "You okay?"

You nod, arms crossed as you look out into the city.

Thomas looks up and over at you two, telling you to look through the telescope to look into the windows of the building. Apparently, he'd seen something of interest. The blonde steps forward, looking through the lens as Thomas stands next to him.

Gally looks to you, a weird kind of look in his eyes. You shrug, silently asking what he wanted. He mouths a little message that he'll talk later, probably wanting to get back before doing so.

After returning, you find your way onto the rooftop, needing some alone time. You'd forgotten about Gally looking at you entirely, needing to clear your head over seeing him again and being shot at as per usual earlier. The fact WCKD was able to track you was what had you slightly scared. I mean, what if they were able to see you right now, trying to take a breath all alone on the rooftop?

You don't hear Gally sneaking up on you, but when the footsteps become closer and closer, you quickly turn your head back to see him a few feet away. He apologizes for running up on you, seeing the way you quickly turned around in defense mode like you were scared or something.

"I just came out here to talk, about earlier" He explains, sitting down next to you, although making sure to leave some room between the two of you.

"What's to talk about?" You ask, looking up over the walls of the city in front of you.

"I dunno, to apologize, and try to make amends, I guess" He answers with a little snark, "I'm not asking for forgiveness, but if we're gonna work together, I'm not acting like your enemy anymore, okay?"

You take a second to actually look at him, noticing his freshly buzzed hair and his desperately needed growth spurt, mentally and physically. You slowly nod and turn away, looking back up at the walls ahead.

He exhales through his nose, a little frustrated. He wanted an actual truce, knowing you. "Y/n, I'm serious. I'm not bullshitting, I don't wanna be that stupid kid a year ago that had fun fighting and making fun of you, I want to work on the same team. I don't wanna be best friends, but I don't wanna be your enemy either"

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to conjure up a response.

"Yeah, fine"

"...Cool"

"Initiate phase four"

You and Gally await as Newt rounds up all the kids, keeping a close eye on Thomas forcing Teresa to give them intel and directions. Thankfully, she was halfway on your side.

Newt and Thomas send you two off with the children, all under the age of thirteen or so, directing them down to the bottom level of the parking garage where Brenda awaits. You're dressed in the slightly uncomfortable WCKD guard suits, you in the red variation like Newt, Gally in the grey like Thomas.

Once they were safe on the bus with Brenda, the two of you quickly scurried away to get lost in the crowds and hopefully meet back up with Newt and Thomas soon. You make sure your gun has the safety on while in your belt, deciding to work with handguns tonight, while he decides to go for the more bulky, electrical type of gun this night.

Somehow, Gally with a gun was kind of hot, but you'd never admit it aloud.

You power walk down the streets, making and pushing your ways through the crowds, fake patrolling the bottom layer of the WCKD tower, awaiting a message from Thomas. He tries to strike up some small talk as you also await Lawrence to bring the corporation down, since the Rebellion would never be stopped by just a few seventeen and eighteen year olds plus their forty year old father figure friend. Another plus, to properly destroy WCKD wasn't a bad idea, so the idea commenced with a very certain plan.

"Y'know, I didn't expect to see you again, like, if I ever saw you guys again. Not in a rude "I thought you would've died" way, but I didn't take you as one to try and take down the government and shit. You're a tough shank though, I'll give you that, " He speaks, speaking calmly, trying to give you that reassurance once more that he genuinely wasn't trying to start anything.

You nod, "Never thought I'd see you again either, but it's kind of relieving, to be honest. You changed in a good way. A really good way." You lightly smile, giving him a little shoulder nudge. "And don't worry about the past, it doesn't matter anymore, I couldn't care. Just... got a little scary seeing you again I guess" You shrug.

He nods. "Yeah, it's fine. Uhm... fuck, sorry" He says, trying to find the right words, "I'm not saying this like, to try and weird you out or distract you but I feel like to not hate each other anymore, we need to be open-"

"I like you too, if that's what you're getting at." You shrug, stopping in your tracks as he does. "If not, then sorry, kinda jumped to conclusions." You awkwardly chuckle, double checking your safety again.

He nods, "Cool. We'll talk about this later then?"

"Why not now? Under the soon to be burning building?" You joke with a light laugh.

"I missed that laugh" He mumbles

"Hey, hey, calm down now" You chuckle, shoving his shoulder, "We have a mission, here. We're children at war, Gally"

"The mission can wait a moment" He suggests, giving you a look, awaiting approval.

You dramatically roll your eyes with a smile, accepting his move before quickly pulling him in for a little kiss. You dragged him by the strap of his WCKD vest, almost making him fall on his knees for you.

"Now come on, we gotta go find some people to get in formation with and get to Newt and Thomas" You nod sideways, pulling your mask back up.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go"

#lowkeyrobin #tmr gally #tmr gally x reader #gally tmr #gally tmr x reader #the maze runner x reader #maze runner x gn reader #maze runner x reader #maze runner oneshot #gender neutral reader #gn reader #they/them reader #the maze runner #tmr x gn reader #tmr x reader

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cauqhtz · 7 months ago

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Gally x fem oc (smut)

Summary: Gally and Tiny fuck in the glade somewhere in the open, with a huge risk of being caught. Also, it's dark out.

Warning: fem OC has a name, smut, risk of being caught, cussing, SMUT.

I wrote this because I couldn't get it out of my head, and I want to get back into writing. So I thought I'd start off with small one-shots to get some practice in. Don't forget to comment and leave your thoughts! I'd love to hear them all! I appreciate blunt honesty!

“We aren't- fuck supposed to be doing this, Tiny,” Gally pants, the girl in question shoving a hand over his mouth as a few gladers stumble by. “Someone could catch us.”

“Oh come on Handsome, we aren't breaking any rules,” Tiny breathes shakily, completely bottomed out while trying to recover from her last orgasm. “Besides, you should’ve thought about that 4 orgasms ago.”

Gally relaxes as the pleasure spreads throughout his body, “Did you spread this pallet all by yourself? How romantic.”

“Well, I was aiming for comfort, you know I’d do anything for you. Besides,” Tiny hums, cradling his head, her thumbs rubbing the apple of his cheeks as her boobs stick to his collarbone. “I think this might be my favorite position, I’ve got the best view.”

Tiny resumes the thrusts of her hips, slow, deep, and hard. Both legs burning from the low squat she was in. A sight that makes the boy feel as though he is losing his mind.

Gally couldn't remember how he got here. He swore to himself that the first time would be the last, but he’s a teenage boy with crazy hormones he didn't even know he had until Tiny. He should stop this. He should’ve stopped this a while ago.

“Speed up, Tiny,” Gally breathes out. Dammit, that was the opposite of stopping this, but Gally couldn’t be bothered with any of that now. He couldn’t deny himself of the girl any longer.

“‘M sorry?” Tiny pants, lurching forward, a hand slamming into the ground as she stopped herself from cumming right then and there. Her knees hitting the ground as her legs started to tremor uncontrollably.

Gally’s hands slide up Tiny’s thighs, spreading her ass as he pecks her cheek, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Tiny’s heart skips a beat, proceeding to do exactly what he told her to, “Yes sir.”

Gally's head falls back onto the pallet, his eyebrows furrowed deeply in concentration, losing himself to the sticky sounds they were making. “Shit, I think you’re trying to take my soul.”

“I want a lot more than that.” Tiny grins watching Gally’s jaw drop open, cumming dryly. “What was that?”

“I don’t have anything left to-” Tiny cuts Gally off with a hand around his throat and a grip on his balls.

“I know you, Gally. I know what you are. You’re a slut. A slut that jumps to please others, and I told you I wanted more than your soul, Handsome. So you’ll give me what I want, right? I’ll be more than pleased,” Tiny hums, shushing the boy as he starts to groan loudly, thick and hot ropes of his semen filling the girl up perfectly as she continues to massage his balls. Milking him of everything he had to give her.

“Relax, Gally. You’ll pass out if you keep panting like that,” Tiny says, lying down on his chest.

“See, that wasn't so hard, was it? Good boy.” Tiny praises, kissing his forehead.

“You’re a terrible person,” Gally chuckles, trying to catch his breath.

#gally x reader #smut #one shot #imagine #oneshot #fluff #noplot #the maze runner #gally maze runner #female character #writing #creative writing #wattpad

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juliannatrevizo · 23 days ago

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Gally - Maze Runner Imagine

1.1K words.

"It's a girl.." A chorus of panicked voices began to speak over each other. A few sounded like they were shushing others but it didn't seem to work.

"Hey, what's in her hand?" A voice piped up, surprisingly louder than the others. A feather light touch was felt on her palm, but she was unable to react.

"She's the last one ever.." A boy read out loud. Multiple voices began talking over one another yet again at his statement.

"Clint, Jeff, take her to your station and get her a bed."

"Got it."

As the girl's consciousness slowly began surfacing, she felt a warm compression placed on her forehead.

Where am I...?

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her face lightly scrunches up as she squints against the bright light seeping in through the dusty slats of the med hut she was in. A young male suddenly peeks over her with a cloth, making her shove him away as she jolted up.

"Stay the hell away!" She demanded, her voice wavering from being unused. Her slightly widened eyes glanced around her surroundings in panic.

"Woah, calm down!" The kid tried to reassure her, his hands held out in front of him in a way to try and calm her down before he angled his head towards the opening of the hut, his voice ringing out as his gaze never strayed from her. "Gally! Get over here!"

"Where am I?" Her breathing began to get ragged and uneven while subtly making her way towards the opening with clenched fists. A few tense, silent moments pass as the kid didn't answer.

"Answer me dammit!" She shouted. The kids eyes were wide with uncertainty and slight fear just before another guy had burst into the room, glancing at the guy before looking at her.

"You need to calm down, now." He said gruffly, his hardened expression held authority as he spoke.

"No, you need to tell me where I am and who the hell you people are." She said angrily before quickly grabbing a small, stray log near the corner she was standing at. She gripped the small log tightly as she glared at the two of them.

It wasn't the best choice of a weapon but she'll be damned if she didn't fight her way out of here without one.

"Okay, okay. This is Clint, he's been looking after you, and I'm Gally." The guy said with his hands raised slightly. "Now drop the wood and calm down."

She didn't respond right away, instead continuing her glare as she registered his words. Her eyes glanced between the two of them while slightly adjusting her grip on the makeshift weapon.

"Drop it, now!" Gally suddenly shouted while taking a threatening step towards her. She immediately swung the log at him, but he was quick to dodge it before ripping it out of her hands.

"I told you to calm down." Gally grumbled angrily, taking another step towards her. "Look, I didn't want it to come this far."

Gally's hand reaches out to grasp her arm but she harshly slaps his hand away before he could touch her. He tried once more with an angry sneer but she reached before her mind could even register what she was doing. Her hand clenched into a tight first before throwing a hard punch to his jaw, making him stumble back in pain.

Her eyes widened as his gaze snaps to her, his eyes dark with fury as his face lightly scrunched up. A red splotch had already begun forming where her first made contact on his skin. She suddenly bolted out of the hut, his hands barely missing her shirt.

"Don't touch me!" She spat angrily while pushing herself to run faster as his heavy footsteps were right behind her. His arms suddenly circled around her upper body, holding her biceps against her ribs. She jabbed her elbow in his stomach, making him grunt in pain.

"Stop struggling and just calm down!" Gally strained to speak as he tried to keep her from wriggling out of his grip. The chaotic scene had caught the attention of the other boys.

She digs her fingers into his arms while twisting her body to the side a bit, hooking her leg behind his knee before thrusting herself forward and pulling his arm along with the force. Gally sprung forward, landing onto his side with a loud groan. She slowly backed away from him with a defensive stance as everyone began nearing the two of them, watching with cautious eyes.

Her fists clench together from the fear that bubbled up in the pit of her stomach, slowly creeping up her spine as she watched a few people help Gally to his feet.

"Shit, shit, shit." She repeatedly muttered under her breath as they began surrounding her. She whips her head around, her eyes quickly glancing around in hopes of finding any sort of way out. Just then, two guys came jogging out from between huge ivy covered walls before making their way over to the group.

"Greenie.. Can you please just calm down? I promise no one here is going to hurt you." A blonde headed boy spoke from behind her. Her eyes watched him closely as she tried to keep her composure.

Her breath quietly hitches as a loud rumbling starts up in the distance, emitting from the two concrete walls that slowly began closing shut. "Wh- Where am I?"

She glanced around the group of surrounding males before looking back towards the walls. A few of the boys turn towards the closing maze then back to her with a slight shake of her head. An idea suddenly popped into her mind as she noticed she still had a bit of time to make it before the large concrete walls were fully closed.

"Don't even think about it greenie." Her heart dropped to her stomach as the walls slammed shut. Her hope immediately vanishes as angry tears begin brimming her eyes but she quickly blinks them away before anyone could notice.

"well damn." She mumbled to herself before sighing in defeat, while relaxing her tense shoulders and unclenching her fists. A few of the surrounding boys let out a breath they were holding before walking away when a darker boy gave them a curt nod.

"Look, I know you're scared. We all are when we wake up in the box." Her face hardens at his words before glancing around at the remaining people standing there, her eyes landing on the one she punched.

She took a deep breath, regaining her composure and gathering her pride before making her way over towards him. She watched as he tensed up, his arms falling to his sides with clenched fists.

"I reacted badly in that situation, but I am not sorry for hurting you." She held her head up high while stretching her hand out to him. "I'll make a truce though."

Gally watched her for a few moments, his gaze falling to her outstretched hand before clasping his hand with hers.

"That's gonna be a nasty bruise." She chuckled jokingly while gesturing towards the red splotch on his jaw. Gally simply shook his head with a small smile before walking away with the others.

"Alright greenie, let's give you a proper tour shall we? My name's Alby, by the way." She only smiled in response as he began explaining about the place they call home. She subtly glanced over her shoulder to Gally, finding him already looking at her. She gives him a half smile, to which he responds with the same action.

"Hey, attention back to the tour greenie. You'll be able to socialize later, okay?" Alby chuckled after noticing her attention had been elsewhere, playfully snapping his fingers at her.

"Sorry." She crossed her arms over her chest with an embarrassed smile while giving Alby her full attention.

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that-tmr-girl · 5 months ago

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Safe Word Series {Part 4}

Descriptions of vaginal sex, safe word, fluff

I love Y/N. I really and truly do. She was the only person who was allowed to see me be soft. She would sit by me during meals, holding my hand. I would kiss her after every fight ring to celebrate winning. I would pull her on my lap when nobody was around and help her get herself off on my leg. I would lay with her all night whenever she had a nightmare. I would make sure nobody touched her. I would kiss her temple to wake her up. I would wrap my arms around her and give her the longest hugs for no reason at all. I would use my builder skills and make her gifts. I would do anything and everything for her.

But I liked being rough with her. She likes it too. When I whisper what I'm going to do to her later. When I call her my whore. When I fuck her until she's shaking and won't be walking in the morning. She likes it just as much, if not more, than I do.

I had her like that now. I had her on her hands and knees as I took her from behind. I kept pulling out and slamming into her, pulling her hair as I did.

With one more push inside of her, she came.

I wasn't done though. I just kept having her take me, grunting every time I was back inside of her.

“Stop,”She cried out. Without hesitation or question I pulled out.

Her legs gave out from under her as she collapsed on her stomach. Gently grabbing her waist, I laid her on her back. Breathing heavily, she had her eyes shut and lips parted as she tried to take in air.

“It's okay, princess. It's okay,”I soothed, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Nodding, she opened her dazed over eyes. Holding her cheeks with my palms, I kissed her temple again. “Are you alright?”I checked. Nodding again, she seemed physically unable to keep her eyes open as they fluttered shut.

“I’m sorry,”I promised, rubbing circles on her skin before finding her one of my boxers. Holding her legs, I swiftly yet carefully slid them up to her waist. When she winced after I placed soft kisses on her stomach. With her body going limp, her breathing became normal.

Grabbing an oversized shirt, I held her arms up and put it on her. Brushing it out, as she made a pained sound I kissed her neck before quickly dressing.

“Do you want me to lay beside you?”I checked. Mumbling a yes, she opened her arms. Getting beside her, I pulled her to my chest.

“I’m sorry I was too rough. I love you, and I would never, ever do that on purpose. Not a single time, would I try and cause you pain,”I assured her. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she pulled herself as close as possible. Repeating my words, I held her until she drifted off.

Watching over her, I kept kissing her temple while rubbing hearts on her back. As she snuggled even closer I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach. Apologizing again despite the way she couldn't hear it, I ran my fingers through her hair, making sure not to knot it even more.

I would never hurt her on purpose. I love her, and she's safe with me. I’ll protect her from everything and everyone. I’ll make sure she knows how much I absolutely adore her.

And in the morning, I’ll make it up to her. Even though I know she’ll tell me it's okay, I’ll find a way to apologize with my actions.

Right now though, I can't think of anything. I was far too tired.

So I'll just give her all the soft love my heart has for her.

#gally x y/n #gally x reader #gally x you #gally tmr #tmr gally #gally maze runner #maze runner gally #gally #smut related #safe word #oneshot #tmr #the maze runner

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masivechaos · 2 years ago

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I ONLY KNOW YOU FROM BOOKS

newt x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

see the request here!

Synopsis: Being teleported into your favourite universe can be a stressful experience but you also get to meet your favourite character.

Warning/content: nothing i can think of, maybe one mention of death, as requested by dm reader is french and has a little accent!, my English

a.n.: 1.7k words- can be read as platonic!

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Your head was hurting, your ears were ringing, the loud sound of mechanics happening around you wasn't helping. You slowly opened your eyes, taking the time to look around you. It seemed to be like an elevator filled with supplies, food and even animals.

Suddenly, the motion stopped in a loud thump before a red light started to flicker. You started to panic a bit, you were lost and couldn't tell how you arrived here. Above you, the ceilings opened and you thought you'd maybe have answers to your questions.

The sudden sunlight blinded you and you had to cover your face with your hands. You took a minute to analyse what was happening, people were chatting and it seemed like they were surprised to find you here. Your eyes were finally adapting to the light and you were able to discover the faces of the boys above you. You raised your eyebrow, surprised to find them wearing these types of clothes you never saw anyone wear anymore. You were even more surprised to find yourself wearing the same ones.

A man shouted, making you jump in surprise, and everybody stopped talking before a blond boy went down into what you heard was "The Box". You swore you heard this noun before. "Hi," the sandy-haired boy greeted you, holding out his hand for you to take. "Can you remember your name?" he asked with a quiet voice, it seemed like he was trying not to scare you.

Your eyes widened when you heard what he said, maybe you never heard of The Box, maybe you read about it. You took a time to observe the blonde boy. "What is your name?" you asked back.

It couldn't be true, it didn't make any sense. "Newt." Your mouth fell agape as you heard his name. Was it possible to teleport into a book? You looked more carefully at the boy and recognized all the descriptions you used to read about. You thought you were dreaming and pinched your arm to make sure you were truly awake. You felt the pain. It was genuinely happening.

After a minute you realised Newt was still holding his hand out for you and you finally grabbed it. When you were on your feet you took the time to look around you and saw four huge walls enclosing the square of grass you were standing on. "Welcome to the-"

"Glade..." you finished Newt sentence with a smile on your lips. The gardener shared a horrified look with who you recognized as Alby. The later asked Newt to bring you out of The Box.

Finally by everybody's side, you were contemplating the Glade, trying to find everything you read about. But before you were able to see more you felt someone grabbing your arm. "How do you know where you are?" Ably asked you. "What's your name? Why are you a girl?" he continued his questions more and more aggressively, visibly panicked.

"Um... it's a little complicated," you saw Newt making a weird face when you spoke.

"What's that accent?" he asked. He would be smiling if you weren't standing there when you shouldn't be. That's the thing. Being able to read in English was something, being able to talk without an accent was another.

"French," you said shyly. You were grateful they could still understand you but you felt a little dumb, standing there, in the middle of boys who either seemed like it was the first time they saw a girl- well it was actually- or like they wanted to directly throw you in the Pit without thinking about who you were.

"Do you know why you're here?" Newt asked and you shook your head. You loved the maze runner universe but it wasn't the best one Destiny had chosen to put you in. Your survival skills weren't the best they had seen.

The tall boy you reckon must be Gally talked, pulling you out of your thoughts. "That's not what matters Newt! How do you know where you are? Everybody forgets what they know when they come here!"

"I know," you said quietly, timid under Gally's gaze. It was legitimate to be freaked out by your weird arrival here. But the thing was you didn't know how you came here. You knew who they were, you even knew their future, this thought sent a wave of questions in your mind but it wasn't the moment. The last thing you remembered was reading a book. You dug into your mind to find an answer. Everybody around you was waiting for you to talk and you felt intimated.

Apparently, Newt could feel it because he sent everybody- except the Keepers- back to their work. The boys walked you to the Council Hall, they all seemed lost in their own thoughts. You awkwardly took a seat in front of everybody and bent your head down, even if you knew them you couldn't help but feel shy as they all watched you attentively. Alby finally started to talk. "First question. What's your name?"

"Y/n," you said, trying your best to hide your French accent, it wasn't the moment to lose credibility, you needed to be trusted.

"How much do you know about here?"

"A lot."

"How is that possible?"

"Um..." there was no way there were going to believe you, you didn't even believe your own words as you spoke. "Well- I don't know exactly how I came here but..." you tried your best to search every bit of information your brain held. "It will sound crazy, but... I-in my world you don't exist." The boys in front of you looked septical at your explanation for the moment. "I know you all but from books. In my world, the maze, the Glade, WICKED and all of you are just ink on paper." You shut your eyes, refusing to look at them for the moment, you were afraid that their faces would tell you they were going to abandon you in the Maze. "B-but I don't know exactly how I came here, what kind of magic bought me here but now that I am there, I may know the way out."

This caught everybody's attention and while you thought it was going to be an argument for you to stay and not be killed, it seemed like they feared your even more. "Really?" Alby asked.

"Yes," you said. "In my world, your universe has six books and right now you are in the first one," you took a deep breath, omitting the explanation with the sequels and novellas, this part was going to be complicated to explain. "You guys escape at the end of the first book. I read it multiple times, I think I can help you get out of here."

They didn't answer anything before Minho talked "How do I know if what you're saying is true?"

"Ask me questions."

"How are we getting out of here?"

"We can't until they decide we will. WICKED modify the sections every day. In the books, they escape when a guy named Thomas and a girl named Theresa arrive here but they have a special link with WICKED." You went on and on about everything you remembered, Ben's attack, Minho's night in the Maze, the doors staying open at night. You hesitated on talking about Gally's being stung and decided that there was already too much information.

They carefully listened to you, something asking you to repeat because of your French accent or demanding you to explain further some points. You didn't know for how long you talked but your throat was sore and you terribly needed to drink "Can I have water?" you waited for them to calm down and stop talking before asking your question.

Frypan left the room to grab you a glass and other Keepers decided to finally leave the room. It was just you and Newt now. "Are you okay?" he asked, he genuinely sound like he cared and your heart missed a beat and you nodded. "I think you already know everything but- do you want to discover the Glade?"

You nodded, this time with a smile on your lips, you couldn't believe Newt was standing in front of you. He was a character you loved and cared about so much, it seemed unreal.

You just had the time to receive your glass of water before you started your visit. Newt still took the time to explain everything as he would do with any greenie. Quickly the night fell and you knew what was waiting for you. The bonfire.

The idea made you smile and you started to think about Gally's drink, was the taste as horrible as you read about? You didn't have to think a lot because you rapidly found yourself with a jar between your hands. "C'mon Greenie," Newt said with a tipsy smile, "Drink."

When the beverage touched your tongue you tried your best not to spill it everywhere. It truly tasted disgusting. "What's inside?"

"Ah! They don't tell you in the books?" Newt smirked and you shook your head. "Then I won't tell anything. It's not like I know anyway." With your back against a log, you gathered your legs to your chest, resting your head on your knees. You breathe happily.

You couldn't express the way you felt but it was a peaceful moment. The sound of Gladers having fun, of the fire and the burning wood. Newt's laughter. He was the best part of all this.

He was making you feel comfortable, you weren't nervous at the idea of recreating what you read when you were by his side. You had to admit you had to resist the urge to just hug him. He deserved a hug so much.

"Newt?" The boy turned his head to look down at you.

"Yeah?"

"You know in all the books I've read about all of you? You're my favourite character." You hoped you didn't sound weird but judging by the way his smile soften you were almost sure he was flattered by what you just said.

"Why?"

You felt warmth winning your cheek "Well, I think you're brave. I only know you from books but- after everything you've been through you're still kind to everyone." You unconsciously looked at his limp. You continued to talk about the comfort he bought you before your smile faded "You always try your best and- and I think you deserve a happy ever after. The best happy ever after." You felt your heart clenching in your chest as you thought about the ending he had.

Newt was looking at you with a gentle smile, touched by your words. It was a weird feeling to have a stranger understand you so much. You knew what your goal was now. It wasn't just to escape and join the Safe Heaven. You were going to save Newt.

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miryum · 2 years ago

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Hi, Idk if someone already requested this, but I'll request it. Can you please do a Newt Au where in he's part of a mob and the reader is a college professor and she saw Newt's mob kill someone or something like that and Newt pretended to be a student in the university where the reader is working to assassinate her, but he fell in love with her something like that.

I don’t know how I feel about the whole teacher x student thing but weirdly I’m fine with the mob part. 😅 That’s a fanfic writer for you.

Warning: OOC for everyone (they’re in the mob, it’ll be dark), mob stuff including mentions of murder, guns, a tiny bit of stalking, sexual innuendos, someone being beaten up, happy mob ending, my thoughts are kinda scrambled and all over the place (sorry about that). Also, idk shit about being a professor or the mob so half of this will be complete guessing. (And there’s a part that’s a little unbelievable but I didn’t know how else to write it)

When the dean informed you that a new student would be joining your class, you didn’t expect a man your age who looked like he was a son of a CEO to march into your class. “Hello,” he walked right up to your desk and stuck out his hand for you to shake. Hesitantly, you shook his hand. When new students enrolled in your class, they usually just slunk to the back of your class and didn’t engage for the first couple of weeks. It also didn’t help that this new student was very handsome.

“I’m Isaac,” he introduced himself. Isaac was wearing khaki pants and a professional- looking sweater, an unusual choice for a laid- back college student.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Isaac. I’m Professor L/n. Welcome to European History. I hope you enjoy it.” Realising his hand was still in yours, you quickly pulled away. “The syllabus is online on my website where I’ll always post information and homework assignments. Usually, the only homework is a bit of light reading unless we’re working on a project.” Isaac nodded, studying you in a way that made you clear your throat and use your teacher glare on him. “Obviously, you enrolled a little late in the semester, but I have your transcript here and luckily, we’re basically picking up right where you left off. We’re finishing up the Middle Ages before we move onto the Renaissance. In any other class, I would offer you any seat, but this group of students are a little picky on where they sit.”

Your eyes grow kind at the mention of your first class of the day. It was a mixture of all cliques and groups, but yet, meaningful discussions and debates still took place, pushing against the stereotypes of college. The students interacted well, bouncing ideas back and forth.

“Which seat would you recommend?” Isaac tilted his head and you had to remind yourself that you were his superior, not the other way around.

“Well,” you looked around the room, visualising the students. Some were already starting to trickle in, eyes flickering towards you. “I would sit you in the first row, but that’s a little intimidating at first. How about third row all the way to the left? And hey, if you need anything you can ask me. I know moving to a new college is overwhelming, so seriously, if you need any help, I’m here.”

“Sounds perfect. Thanks.” Isaac shot you a grin and strode back to the seat you suggested. Some students looked around, confused that he was a student. They had expected him to be another faculty member. Isaac leaned back in the uncomfortable college seat, not taking out any materials of any sort. You stared at him a bit longer, wondering about his past. And why did it seem like he walked with a limp?

Once the rest of the students filed in, you started class, pulling up a series of slides for them to take notes on. Most students scribbled furiously, raising hands to ask questions or to clarify something. Today, however, you found yourself a bit distracted, having trouble remembering certain parts of the lecture or needed someone to repeat their question. You caught yourself sneaking glances at Isaac more than once and was surprised to find that he was always staring back. He still had no notebook or pencil out and wasn’t even watching the slides you clicked through. His gaze was always fixed on you. The coy smile on his face only grew whenever your eyes flickered to him.

Once class was over, much to your relief, the new student simply whisked away, not giving you another second of his day. While this was normal for college students, especially if they had another class they needed to attend, you thought (or maybe it was wishful thinking) that maybe he would stay. Quickly, you shook the thought out of your head, firmly reminding yourself that he was a student.

Isaac, on the other hand, walked briskly down the street, tugging at his sweater. He was much more used to a button- up suit and tie. He rounded the corner, seeing a large black car sitting idly in front of a coffee shop. Making sure no one was watching, Isaac quickly opened the door to the back and slipped in.

Inside, sat the notorious mobster Thomas Mazer and his third- in- command, Minho Glads. “Hello, Newton.” Thomas drawled, lips flicking up into a grin. “How was your first day at school?”

Newt rolled his eyes, used to the teasing. “It was fine, Thomas,” he sighed, “I still don’t see why we’re doing this.”

“Because we can’t have any loose ends.” Thomas explained for the umpteenth time. “Y/n L/n saw messy Minho over here,” he jerked his head towards Minho who gaped, “attempt to murder someone. We’re thankful she hasn’t already gone to the police.”

“I would’ve finished the job, too,” Minho growled, “if it wasn’t for her scream.”

“She ruined a month- long organisation,” Thomas said calmly. “We’ve taken people out for less. This’ll get the message through that we’re not to be messed with. Hopefully, Ava and Ratman will keep their distance.”

Newt glared, having heard this a thousand times over. “But why me? Why not Gally or Alby? Hell, even Chuck! At least he looks like a college student.”

Thomas rubbed his temples, Newt having been protesting ever since Thomas brought up the assignment. “Because Gally and Alby were with Minho that night and Chuck is too much of a loose cannon. We both know he’s too young and could mess this all up. You’re someone I trust, has experience, and can get the job done.” He punctuated the last four words.

“But why not a sniper? Brenda could easily do it.” Newt asked. “Why me? Why do I have to go to fucking college?”

“A sniper would be too obvious,” Thomas said. “A broken window with a bullet in her head? Too suspicious. No, we need this done in a way that it can look accidental or suicidal. Only a person on the inside.”

“And why not Teresa?” Newt kept coming up with ideas and people. “She’s a girl. And actually likes learning.”

“God damn it, Newt!” Thomas yelled, sending a jump to Newt’s heart though he kept his composure. “I don’t know! Why not Teresa?! I chose you and the mission has already started! I didn’t have time to go over every single idea or option! We need this done soon! We can’t send Brenda in now because a new student in L/n’s class and then her dead the next day would be too coincidental! Just do the damn assignment.” Thomas shook his head. “I don’t know why this is so hard for you. You’ve done so much worse. Just take out this woman. It’s not difficult.”

Thomas, with bags under his eyes, turned to stare out the window, his actions meaning the end of the conversation. After a long minute, Minho muttered out, “Was she hot?”

Newt huffed a chuckle. “Yeah,” he conceded.

“Thought so.” Minho smiled at Newt in a way only life- long best friends could. “Her file was nice.” He drew out the word.

“I just don’t get it, Thomas.” Newt turned back to his boss. “She’s spotless. Hasn’t done a bad thing her entire life. I’m sure a little… persuasion could convince her to bury this memory. Maybe she doesn’t even know what she saw. She has no way of knowing it was Minho.”

Minho shrugged, making a high- pitched noise that disagreed. “Hate to tell it to you bud, but I’m pretty sure this chick knows it was us.”

“But as Thomas said, she hasn’t gone to the police. Let’s just watch her for a couple days and if she doesn’t go to the feds, then we’ll simply sweep this up under the rug.”

“Why do you care?” Thomas frowned. “Why are you protecting her life?”

Newt quickly responded. “She’s not working for Ratman. Why take an innocent life? Isn’t that why you built the Maze up? To stop WICKED from doing just that?”

Thomas hummed. “Touche,” he finally relented. “Alright. Let’s monitor her for a month and if this all goes away, so be it. But,” he leaned in close to Newt, his stare piercing into his soul, a warning if Newt ever saw one. “If there is one scrap- one crumb of evidence she’ll turn us in, you’re finishing the job.” Thomas sat back in his seat and said casually, “This is why I like you around, Newton. To rein me back during times like these.” Newt’s gaze flickered to Minho, sharing a glance. They walked on a thin line in their choice of occupation. However, Minho and Newt had worked with Thomas for many long years and felt close and comfortable with him. Thomas relied on them for important decisions and they, including Teresa, are the few who could change his mind.

“I almost feel bad for her,” Newt ventured carefully. “L/n seemed nice when I talked to her- made me feel welcome. Still, I don’t like going to college.” He shuddered. “Those kids have no idea what the real world is like.”

“I’m sorry,” Minho interrupted. “Could we go back to the part where Newt complimented someone? When does that ever happen?”

Thomas chuckled and Newt kicked Minho in the shin. “Whatever,” Newt grumbled. “At least you don’t have to mingle with children who think the whole world revolves around them.”

Minho laughed loudly. “That’s true. But seriously, how was European History?”

Newt groaned. “Why do I need to know which king waged war on whatever king?! It’s stupid!”

“You’ll grow to like it.” Minho chuckled. “Soon you’ll be able to name every duchess and knight in Europe and their affairs. It also helps that the professor is nice eye- candy. I have some fantasies she could fulfill.”

“Minho,” Newt’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t talk about her like that. She’s not a toy. She’s- she’s just a victim of circumstance. Another person we have to eliminate.”

Thomas cocked an eyebrow, Minho squinting briefly at Newt and then looking quickly at Thomas. Why was Newt defending this random woman he had just met that day? They had all made jokes like that before. Hell, Newt had one of the dirtiest minds of them all, though he rarely shared his gutter thoughts.

Something about Professor L/n had already changed Newt, though none of them knew how much she truly would change him.

Walking back from your classroom, you passed a dark alleyway. It was just a small walk to your apartment and you had made the short commute everyday for a couple years. Why would this night be any different?

The universe had different plans for you as shouts soon reached your ears, along with the sound of groans and punches landing.

Against your better judgement, your teacher personality and worry kicked in and you quickly lit up your phone flashlight. “Hello?” You called into the darkness, fully intending to break up a student fight and then file the paperwork in the morning.

The sound of violence stopped immediately and when you lifted the light a little higher you saw something you knew wasn’t just a student fight.

Two men in suits were restraining a third while a fourth had his fist raised as if to punch him again. The man being held down already had a black eye, a cut lip, blood matting his hairline, and a smattering of other bruises and cuts. The man who had, you assumed, threw the punches suddenly stood, calling out, “Hey, lady,” while reaching slowly into his suit.

At the time, the gun didn’t fully register with you. A small little part of your brain simply screamed DANGER! so, you ran. When a gunshot rang out behind you, you only ran faster, letting out an instinctive scream.

Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t that far away. Running up the steps and locking the door sharply behind you, you took a sigh of relief. A second later, the irrational part of you started dragging over a drawer and blockading your door, just in case.

Dialling your dad, you let your heart calm as the phone started to ring. On the second ring, your dad picked up.

“Hey! What’s up!”

“Dad! I need to tell you something!”

From your panicked state and your hurried retelling of what just happened, you dad did the last thing you thought he would do. “Okay sweetheart, I know this is going to sound crazy, but you can’t go to the police.”

“What the fu-”

“Y/n, listen to me. I think you might have just encountered the mob and I want you to be as safe as possible. A little while back, a buddy of mine saw something similar. He went to the police and then a couple of days later, he was dead. If it is the mob, then going to the police will only confirm for them that you need to be taken out.”

“Dad,” you started reasoning with him. “Come on, this isn’t a movie. The mob?”

“Y/n.” Your dad’s voice turned strict and unyielding. “Shut up for a moment and listen to me. I don’t want you to die. If nothing unusual happens in the next week, then you can go to the police. But if you're sure of what you saw, then lying low is the safest way to go. Be on the lookout and call me if anything bad or suspicious happens. And you should probably stay away from the internet for a bit. Be cautious. I love you. Do you feel safe tonight?”

“Uh, sure. Yeah. Love you too.”

“Okay. Call about anything.”

~Click!~

With your phone still pressed to your ear, you listened to the emptiness. Disbelief entered your system. Why was your dad so scared? Why did he immediately think it was the mob? Should you listen to him? And why did you have to get messed up in this?

What did a college professor do to get wound up in this?

You didn’t get much sleep that night.

The next morning, you got an email that a new student would be joining your class in a week.

Eating your take out Chinese food because you definitely didn’t feel like cooking that night, you thought back on the day- specifically, the new student. Something about Isaac struck you. You don’t know whether the feeling was good or bad. Half of you wanted to get to know the older, mysterious student more but the other half warned you that something bigger was at play. Twirling your glass of wine, beer, champagne, or whatever alcohol you had off-handily chosen, you reminded yourself that Isaac was a student. While you had taught many older people before, some even older than you, you had never taught someone who looked like they could’ve just hired a private tutor or simply used their daddy’s money to coast through life. Something in your gut told you that something was off. Planning on playing it safe, your mind kept wandering back to that one night a week or two ago. It had been so terrifying. You wondered if the men had run after you. Did they try to enter the building? Your dad had warned you to-

Your thoughts were cut off by the ringing of your home office telephone. You pressed the decline button, letting your thoughts thankfully shatter.

Taking a gulp from your drink, you listened to the message as it played to you.

“Hello Professor L/n,” Isaac’s voice rang out through your apartment. It sounded clear and suave, nothing at all like a student’s. “This is Isaac from your first class. I was wondering if I could stop by office hours to... talk a little bit.”

Fuelled by alcohol and your dad’s words in your ears, you pressed the button that accepted his call. “Hello Mr. Johns.”

“Professor L/n, I’m happy you picked up.” Isaac said, sounding somewhat surprised.

“As it’s after office hours, I’m going to be quite blunt,” you stated. “What do you need?”

Isaac laughed. It was a nice sound. “I was wondering if I could stop by during your office hours to get some help on the homework.”

“Mr. Johns, you don’t have to call me and ask for my permission to do so. But yes, you may stop by.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“How’d you get to be a professor so quickly? You look so young.” You could almost hear the flirtation in his voice.

“Compliments will get you nowhere, Mr. Johns,” you warned. “But to answer your question, I’m an assistant professor. I’m working my way up.”

“Well, if I may say, you're an excellent assistant professor. I think you deserve the title of lead professor.”

“That’s not what it’s called. But thank you. Mr. Johns, why did you transfer to my class?”

There was a pause at the end of the line. “Because I moved colleges.”

“Yeah, no.” You clicked your tongue, not believing him. “Too many coincidences have been happening lately. If you want to meet up, we can meet in the public library. And why don’t you wear something comfy for a change? I’ve been around enough college students to know that most of them don’t wear khakis and sweater vests. Goodbye, Mr. Johns.”

“Professor-” you hung up before he had a chance to say anything. Albeit against a teacher’s code of conduct, you were a little tipsy and just wanted to go to bed.

On the other end of the line, Newt groaned and slammed his head on the table. “Wow,” Minho huffed out a burst of air. “You are bad at acting.”

Newt looked to Thomas who simply said, “Go to the library, wear something comfortable, and get her to trust you enough so you can see if she’ll rat us out.”

“She’s my ‘professor’,” Newt argued. “She knows she can’t get intimate with a student. Even I know that’s weird.”

“You don’t have to get intimate.” Thomas waved him away. “Just get her to trust you. Be her student. Actually learn something for that empty brain of yours.” Newt glared at him as Minho let out a laugh.

“Fine,” New agreed. “But what qualifies as comfy?”

Browsing the shelves, you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. You turned to see Isaac dressed in low- drooping grey sweatpants and a tight fitting white shirt, a gold chain hanging loosely from his neck. His blond hair was ruffled, floofing up over his forehead in a way that made you want to smooth it down.

“My eyes are up here, professor.” Isaac chuckled lowly.

“Gosh, I’m sorry,” you shook your head. He’s a student! You had to remind yourself. No matter if he was your age and looked very hot in that outfit, this was entirely against every single rule. You would immediately get fired with an ugly mark forever barring you from teaching ever again. “But that isn’t exactly what I meant by comfy.”

“What did you mean?” Isaac’s tone was nothing like it was in the classroom. It seemed more meek and unsure, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I don’t know, some jeans? A sweater?” You shrugged, pushing your hands into the pockets of your own sweater. “Hell, you’ve seen what I wear around the classroom.”

“True,” Isaac laughed.

“Where would you like to start?” You asked.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you get an impressive view of his biceps. “Maybe some of the things you were covering before I transferred?”

You nodded, “Got it. Come on.” You led Isaac to a row of dusty books that looked like they hadn’t been checked out in a while. “Here you go.”

You dropped two large books into his arms. Isaac grunted slightly under the weight and let out an embarrassed chuckle. “How do you lug these around all the time?”

“Practice. A reader is always stronger than they look, Mr. Johns.” You smiled coyly.

“Um, can you call me Newt? It’s what all my friends call me.” Isaac asked hesitantly.

“Friends?” You shot a sarcastic look at him. “I didn’t know the son of a CEO had friends.”

“Wow, you’re cruel for a teacher. And that’s not who I am.” Newt laughed along with you.

“Where’d you get the name Newt?” You asked before handing him another book. “You like the lizards?”

“No,” he explained, “I’m named after Isaac Newton and my friends just took to calling me Newt.”

“Oh, that’s very clever, Newt.” You thrust more books into his arms.

Newt stumbled under the weight and grimaced, “Do we really need all these?”

“No, we only needed the first two. I was just wondering how long you could hold out for.”

Newt's shocked face made you laugh. His faux betrayal slowly morphed into laughing alongside you, setting down the other books on a cart before following you to a table.

The next couple of hours were spent with you giving him mini lessons and Newt scribbling it all down in his spiralled notebook. You started on the opposite side of the table from him, but after a frustrating rant, you ended up on the same side as Newt, hurriedly flipping through pages and citing evidence that backed up the explanation no one asked for. In the beginning, Newt would try and write down all that you said, wanting to immortalise your words, a hand running through his hair that you eventually swatted down, inserting a comment about how his hair was too fluffy that made him smile. However, after a while, when you turned the pages, rambling on about one king or running to get another book about some obscure war, Newt would just stare and watch as you delved into the world you cared so much about. His eyes sparked with silent happiness as you waved your hares around, trying to capture the long lost history in words.

After a particularly long winded ramble, you caught yourself and took a deep breath, a sheepish grin on your face. “Geez, I am so sorry. I get a little… passionate about history.”

“That’s clear to see. But I like it!” Newt nodded, leaning a bit closer to you. “It shows that you should be a history professor. It shows that you care about the subject- as all teachers should!”

“Thank you.” You bowed your head. “But it wasn’t always seen that way. There used to be a lot of teasing in high school.”

“But you made it now!” Newt tried to encourage you. “Where are your former peers? Not making… How much do you make?”

“I’m not telling you my salary.” You pointed a non- threatening finger at him.

“Okay, whatever you want.” He held up his hands, surrendering to you. “But seriously, thank you for taking time out of your day when you certainly could’ve been doing much more important things than help me.”

“Of course. Helping students is my number one priority.”

Newt gnawed on his lip, hesitating in an unsettling way. “Can I tell you something?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Yes, but I should tell you that if I learn of or believe that you are threatening serious harm to another person, I am obligated to report that. This can be in the form of telling the person who you have threatened, contacting the police or placing you into hospitalisation. If there is evidence that you are a danger to yourself and I believe that you are likely to kill yourself unless protective measure are taken, I may be obligated to seek hospitalisation for you or to contact family members or others who can help provide protection.”

“You have that memorised, huh?” Newt’s chuckle seemed like forced sadness. “I’m sorry, Professor, but I need to go.” Spinning out of his chair, Newt whirled away, hands shoved in pockets and eyes cast downward.

“Newt!” You called out. But he didn’t turn. Why did he leave? Obviously he had something to tell you that applied to those scenarios. But what?

A couple of weeks had gone by, you watching Newt leave quickly from class every day. Sometimes he simply didn’t show up. After a while, you had enough. Making you worry was one thing, but skipping class and falling behind on grades was another thing entirely.

“Mr. Johns, see me after class.” The cold infliction in your voice made some students snicker, just like back in primary school. Meeting your gaze, Newt knew that if he disobeyed there would be consequences.

“Yes Professor L/n?” Newt saddled up to you.

“Sit down,” you commanded him, directing him to a chair. “I’m going to be frank; who are you and what is your secret? Why are you here?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m talking to you as a friend, not a teacher. We’ve both known that you’re different from the other students. Maybe not in a good way, but definitely different. I can assure you that I will not reveal anything you say to anyone. I would like you to be completely honest with me right now.” To bring the point home, you stood from your desk and sat with him on the other side. Equals- not student and teacher.

“Do you remember the night when you heard the gunshot?” You tensed up at his words, subconsciously knowing where this was going. “That was my friend. He was the one with the gun. The man he was beating up was someone named Randall Spilker, a hit-man for a mob called WICKED. They’ve been terrorising this city for years. Another friend’s father created a group called the Maze. My friend took it over a while ago and appointed me second- in- command. Our mission was to make sure WICKED stopped hurting innocent civilians, such as yourself. However, it was clear that all of this had gotten out of control. A year ago, WICKED’s leader, a woman named Ava Paige, made a decision that ultimately doomed everyone unless we stepped in. Unfortunately, in the midst of stopping her, you got in the way.” He slowly looked at you, analysing your every movement. “I was sent in to kill you. No loose ends. That’s how Thomas said it. We were so close to stopping Ava Paige and WICKED. We couldn’t afford to have you screw it up for us. Clearly, it didn’t go as planned. I found out that I may be in love with you.” You reeled back. Newt couldn’t meet your eyes, and continued muttering, “I’m not exactly sure when it started. Maybe it was how you welcomed me into the class. How you agreed to help me even though I’m older than you and a little arrogant.”

“Just a little?” You asked.

“A little,” Newt pressed his thumb and pointer finger so close that they were almost touching. “Just a little arrogant. Or maybe how you run into class apologising because you were up late last night reading and didn’t get that much sleep. How your eyes light up when you’re talking about something you’re passionate about. How you care so much for this job and your students. Or maybe it was that one day when you were sick and just spent half of class rambling on about whichever TV show you were watching at that point. And then you drank so much NyQuil that you nearly passed out. I don’t know exactly when I started falling for you, but I did. I fell. I fell so hard for you.”

Newt stopped talking, letting you process. He awaited your words, his tongue brushing out to wet his chapped lips. Running a hand through his hair, something you now knew meant that he was stressed, he didn’t say anything.

“So,” you puffed out a burst of air. “You’re a mobster who’s part of the mafia that almost had me murdered who’s now in love with me, your teacher. What do you want me to do with that information?”

“Well, technically, you were never my teacher. Isaac Johns doesn’t exist. My real name is Newton Stead. Or Newt. I wasn’t lying about that part.”

“I’m sorry, your last name is Stead?”

“And an ‘I love you too’ would be nice.” Newt shrugged.

You let out a brief chuckle, rubbing your temples. “I don’t know what you want me to say. It’s entirely against the code of conduct for me to have feelings towards a student and I could get fired for this. And you’re in the mob! Newton, don’t you know how terrifying that is? I could never allow myself to become close to you due to the fear of you getting killed.”

“So… you do have feelings for me?” Newt’s lips quirked up into a smile. “You’re not denying it.”

“You’re right, I’m not denying it.” You laughed loudly, not fully comprehending everything.

“So you love me?”

“Maybe not love you, Mr. Jo- Mr. Stead. Oh my god, that’s such a bad last name! But, I’d be willing to go on a date with you. But you’d have to unenroll in university immediately. Now that I know you’re in the mob and that you don’t actually need my education, in order for us to go on a date and for me to not lose my job, you need to drop out of university.”

“Are you asking for me to derail my education just to pursue you?” Newt asked, aghast.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m asking.” You stifled a laugh, trying to look serious.

“Well, you know,” Newt leaned a bit closer to you, making your heart race. “There’s a lot of money in my line of work. If you want, you could quit your job and I can support you. You won’t need to ask for anything. Anything you want, at all, I can get it for you. What’s your favourite food? Favourite brand? You can have all the clothes you want. I’ll make you feel as comfortable as possible. Cause I care for you, Y/n.”

“It’s so weird hearing you call me by my first name.” You evaded the question until Newt gently took your chin in his fingers, lifting it up to meet his gaze. With a kind smile, he extracted more words and confessions out of you. “I can never leave my job. I love teaching. But…” Newt grew hopeful. “Maybe, if things turn out well with us, then I could think about moving in with you. However!” Your voice raised, shutting down the complete look of love sickness Newt had on his face. “If we ever do move in together, you’re not to spoil me with your money that you probably swindled.”

“First off, it’s not swindled money,” he pointed a finger at you, smiling coyly. “Second, if you’re my girl then I’m going to spoil you all I want.” He punctuated the last three words. “I’m talking about jewellery, clothes,” he ticked things off on his fingers, “the best food money can buy, and maybe even some… underclothes?”

“Oh my god, Mr. Stead! You are still my student!” You cried out, slapping him lightly.

“I promise, I’m going to go to admissions right now, drop out, ask you out on a proper date, and while I’m spoiling you I’m going to have all your things moved to my apartment so you’ll have no choice but to move in with me so I can love you forever.”

“You really are a hopeless romantic, aren’t you Newt?”

“Only because of you, love.”

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lapseinrecs · 8 months ago

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Side-Effects of Surviving

By RoryMarx (AuroraKant) @sassydefendorflower

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 4,524 words

Summary: He’d been ready to die, back when the world grew fuzzy, and the voices of his friends grew faint. He’d been ready to die, knowing that Teresa and Newt and Chuck would be waiting for him on the other side, knowing that Minho and Brenda and Frypan were alive and well. And yet he opened his eyes, and it wasn’t heaven that greeted him. OR: Thomas survives the Last City - and now he has to learn how to live with the consequences.

My thoughts: The absence of Newt lingers.

#tmr #complete #oneshot #thomas tmr #minho tmr #gally tmr #frypan tmr #brenda tmr #RoryMarx #AuroraKant

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justashuckingsimp · 2 years ago

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Incorrect Quotes #4 Y/N: *sobbing and screaming* I LOVE HIM! Gally:*mad 'cause there's noise* Newt:??? Thomas: *scared for his life* Alby: okay y/n calm down, who are you talking about? Y/N:*still sobbing and screaming* I LOVE HIIMM! Minho: *comes back from running* What's wrong with y/n? Alby: She keeps screaming she loves some shuckface but won't tell me who Y/N: *Runs to Minho and hugs him* Alby: *walks away with a headache* Y/N: I love you. Minho: I love you too, now wanna tell me what's going on? ~2 HOURS LATER~ Newt: So what was wrong with y/n? Thomas: Yea, she was scaring the klunk outta me Minho: Cut her some slack she's having a rough time.. Gally: With..? Minho: She's on her shucking period and had too much to drink you guys,Geez! Newt: ... Gally: ... Alby: *smh* Thomas: Soo when I'm drunk- Minho: Shut the Shuck up Thomas! Thomas: ○ ___ ○

#tmr #incorrect quotes #drama #tmr oneshot #minho #thoas #alby #newt #gally #minhoxreader #minhoxy/n

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toby-du-coeur · 1 year ago

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saw That Thomally TDC Scene and something possessed me

Thomas takes a jagged breath · ‘There was somebody · once · who I…’ Why is he talking about this? but his mouth runs on, like it always does · ‘someone who tried to protect me’ ‘And? tell me about him’ · The man in black turns them into another alleyway choked with rubbish · ‘We’ve got a good walk ahead of us here’ Thomas sighs, tries not to breathe too much of the air · ‘He was… he was really, really colossally stupid’

#we wrote this oneshot in ONE MORNING #do u understand i haven't been able to write s h i t for months #i have like. barely the mental stamina to make my meals #BUT THOMALLY NEEDS WRITTEN #thomally #thomas x gally #from the heart #poetry in motion #maze runner #maze runner fic #maze runner fanfic #tmr fanfic

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nomoreusername · 4 months ago

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A Bittersweet Reunion

Pairing:Gally x female reader

Summary:Despite the way reuniting with Gally should be only happy, you both end up going through every kind of emotion.

You didn't know you had missed the official reunion of your dead boyfriend. To be fair, being stabbed by some random person because you got a little too close to someone in a crowd probably does require some medical attention. Still, you had gone more than half a year grieving over him and swore you were every other second. You were just one stage away from acceptance that he was actually dead.

Apparently, you never even had to. While that would admittedly be quite an annoyance when you found out, it would be a happy one.

Gally had been pretty anxious about seeing you all day. While he still listened with full attention to the more than dangerous reason everyone had traveled all the way to the very last city (Denver), the back of his mind was filled with you. Were you okay? Were you safe? Had anything extreme happened to you while he was gone? Did you hate him with every part of you? Did you move on?

So many questions and no answers. Not until he was able to get back to the Right Arm base and see you. Would you punch him in the face the way Thomas had? Would you want to see him? Who knows? Certainly not him.

You were waiting on a bench, your arm wrapped in fresh bandages. While it was now a numb hurt, it was definitely painful. Any idiot would know be able to tell.

It was getting late. You didn't know exactly what time it was since there weren't any clocks or windows near you, but you were certain of that. Nobody had given you any information about anything. You weren't informed of why or where your friends had vanished off the face of the earth. Nobody was aware that you're Gally's lover so they didn't bother to tell you about that. As far as they knew, you were less than a stranger on the street to him.

He wasn't sure if Thomas had only said you were here to hurt him more. He wasn't sure if Thomas had lied to make sure he would have hope torn away from him. He wasn't sure if Newt had confirmed it because he wanted to cover for him. He wasn't sure if Fry had said it too out of frustration at all his actions the last time they had seen each other.

Apparently, you're right behind the door standing in front him. That's what everyone told him before they left to eat.

He couldn't eat. If he did, he was sure he would vomit. His stomach was twisted in knots, threatening to suffocate his organs.

Taking a deep breath, he told himself to be strong and get it over with before he opened the door.

You looked up from the floor you had fixated on for almost an hour. When you found yourself staring at your love that you thought you lost forever, you froze.

He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what your reaction meant. He didn't know if you were shocked, afraid, angry, or any type of emotion.

You hadn't found your voice, but you were able to stand.

He was still your Gally though. He had to be. If he moved on while you were staying loyal to someone you thought was dead, that would be a new kind of betrayal.

He had grown almost an inch taller, making the height difference just a little more obvious. His brown hair was now completely buzzed. His coffee eyes held this certain softness that you had never seen from him before.

He was still here.

All he could do was look at you. Your hair had grown a little since he last saw you but was still the same Y/H/C color. Your Y/E/C eyes still held this gentleness that he didn't think he could ever have. Everything about you just seemed better despite almost nothing having changed. Better than he ever had been. Better than he could ever be.

In his mind at least. In yours, your other half was right in front of you.

“Gally?”You whispered, eventually remembering how to speak.

“I’m sorry,”He whispered back, not knowing what exactly he was apologizing for. Killing Chuck? Waiting so long to go with you? You living your life believing he was dead? Every one of those and more?

Slowly walking over, you stared at him for a moment. Just as he was staring back you threw your arms around him, the tears pouring from your eyes no matter how much you squeezed them shut. Silently sobbing into his chest, you hugged him as tightly as you could, afraid that if you let go this would be another dream.

He was never a crier. He hated it. Nobody had ever seen him cry. Not even you.

He didn't care about that right now. The love of his life was sobbing at the realization that he was alive despite the way he had stayed up for nights thinking that you hate him now. The love of his life was breaking down with emotion.

Holding you back, he rested his chin on your head as the tears dripped down his cheeks. Shutting his eyes, he repeated apologies. Each one made you cry harder as you realized he thought he had something to be guilty for.

“I missed you,”You mumbled into his shirt, firmly gripping it in your hands.

“I missed you too. I missed you everyday,”He promised, his voice cracking. As he tried to pull away you shook your head and pulled him as close as possible. You didn't want him to disappear yet. Something like that had to be some sick dream. There was no way this was real. “I’m here. I’m right here,”He soothed, rubbing your back.

Knowing that the longer you stayed the more it would hurt when you awoke you quickly pulled away, wiping your eyes. With your face buried in your hands, you waited for your heart to ache again in a way that put you two steps back.

Instead, you felt his hands in yours. Slowly pulling your hands away, you kept them in your sides as he cupped your face.

Suddenly, a group of people ambushed you. While some of them tore Thomas away from Chuck others were grabbing you, forcing you from your lover's body. Shouting for them to leave you with him, you tried to hold on, reaching for him.

This was real.

“Gally.”

“Y/N.”

A small smile creeped onto your face despite the tears falling from your eyes. Wiping them with his thumbs, he smiled back as his own spilled.

Pressing his lips to your temple, he kissed your forehead. Feeling your heart flutter in your chest, you gazed at him with nothing less than love. Looking at you the same way, he thanked every higher power there may be that you had found your way to him.

♡ - - - ♡

It was wrong. Maybe. Maybe it was disgusting that as everyone else cried over Chuck as he slowly died you had run over to Gally. Clutching his shirt on your hands, you let out silent yet pained screams. Bowing your head, as you found your voice you demanded that he wake up. You had already had to run through the Maze thinking you would never see him again. It wasn't fair that he would leave just as you had him. It wasn't fair.

“Wake up!”You demanded, shaking him.

He wanted to. He wanted to say that he was just barely holding on. He wanted to say that this on top of the sting meant he was paralyzed.

He couldn't though. He just had to watch you sob as you believed it was over.

He couldn't. He didn't think his mouth would even allow him to say those words. He didn’t want to hurt you all over again.

There were more of them, and they were stronger than you. That meant that no matter how much adrenaline you had and how much of a fight you put up they were able to drag you out the door.

As he watched you leave a single tear dripped down his cheek.

Sitting straight up, you gasped for air as sweat ran down your entire body. Putting your hand over your chest, you tried to take deep breaths.

You had had that dream more times than you could remember. It had haunted you, had made you afraid to sleep for months. You avoided it until you were sick and passing out standing up.

You thought reuniting with him would surely fix that. It only made sense for you to feel okay again.

You don't. Not in the slightest.

Gally had heard you wake up. It was impossible not to since you had both fallen asleep on the floor right outside the medical room, you being held in his arms.

Leaning against the wall, you put your knees to your chest as you kept telling yourself that he’s right beside you.

It had been so long though that nothing seemed real. Absolutely nothing.

“It's okay,”He coaxed, sitting in front of you. Slowly pulling your hands away from your face, he pressed his palms to your cheeks as he looked at you. “It's okay,”He repeated, not knowing and not needing to know what was going on. All that mattered was that something made you cry.

“Please don't leave again?”You begged through shaky breaths.

He didn't know how to tell you that he had to stay here. Maybe. How could he possibly explain that he pledged his allegiance to Right Arm? How could he ever tell you that now that you're here he didn't know what was right? That he didn't know how he could explain it? That he didn't know if there was any getting out of this? That maybe your only chance of being together forever was you staying here instead of going back with your friends?

All he wanted was to savor this time with you. No matter how short or how long it was, he just wanted to take in every moment, to burn every second into his head.

“Thomas-”

He was worried that if he spoke he would spill everything he couldn't yet. That he would admit all the things he didn't want to.

Making sure no words could escape, he firmly pushed his lips against yours. Shutting your eyes, you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting yourself get lost in the kiss. Depending it, he let his hands travel down your waist and to your outer thighs, keeping you close to him. Not wanting to pull away anyway, you separated to breathe for only a second before crashing your lips back against his.

As you were falling into the other's touch, the door opened, making you both pull apart. Standing there and staring at you with wide eyes, was a dumbfounded Thomas.

“How could you?”He sputtered out.

“He’s a killer. You can make all the excuses you want-”

“He killed Chuck. How could you sit there and kiss a murderer? How?”

“It wasn't his fault,”You said firmly, standing up to be on his level.

“But he still did. He killed him. He pulled the trigger.”

“It's not an excuse. It's the reason. He would never, ever hurt Chuck. Ever.”

“Yeah. He was aiming for you.”

“Excuse me?!”

“How does that fix it?”He snapped, his glare turning sharper.

“If I was stung and remembered how much you hurt us, I would probably try to kill you too.”

You couldn't avoid it forever though. You both knew that.

“This was your fault, Thomas! You set it up! You made the Maze! You trapped your friends in there! You can pretend you didn't, but it doesn't change it! You! Are! Guilty!”

“I fixed it!”

“No you didn't! Minho is missing! People are dead! You didn't fix shit!”

“I never killed anyone!”He denied, ignoring the pang of hurt it put in his chest. The guilt of all the people he lost would still strike him out of nowhere. The fact that one of his friends would think the same only made it worse, though he covered it up with anger.

You didn't believe that, but you couldn't let him insult Gally. If that meant reminding him of the indirect blood on his own hands, so be it.

“Chuck jumped in front of you so you wouldn't die. You didn't move fast enough, and now he's dead. You didn't push him away, and now he's dead. You were a Runner, and you still weren't fast enough. He’s gone. He’s never coming back. He cared about you so much that he gave his life. If you didn't exist, he would still be here.”

With a scowl and tears pricking his eyes, he left, slamming the door so hard it shook the hinges.

With a frustrated groan, you slid down the wall behind you, running your hands through your hair. Sitting beside you, Gally let the silence fill the room as he ran out of things to say. He just placed his hand on your knee, promising that he was still here.

For now.

♡ - - - ♡

Thomas was still furious at you. He felt betrayed. He felt as though you genuinely hated him.

Gally was just supposed to be showing them Teresa. He was only supposed to be explaining the plan.

As Thomas’s coldness chilled the air though, it was obvious he would have to say something.

“I know that you don't like me. I know you hate me. I know you think I hurt you, that I hurt Chuck, out of anger,”He tried, leaning against the railing. Looking at him with a blank expression, Thomas let him speak. “The thing is you don't have to like me. You don't have to want anything to do with me. You don’t have to be my friend. I don't expect that from you,”He sighed.

Thomas was positive that was true. That he would never like him.

“If you care about Minho, if you want to rescue him, you do have to trust me though. If you don't, this won't work. It will only lead to arguing and no communication. It will ruin the entire thing.”

Pursing his lips, Thomas felt his stomach drop as he realized the truth to his words.

“So until this is over, can we be civil? Can you trust me? When it's done, you won't ever have to see me again. Until that happens though, can you do that?”

Sighing, Thomas leaned against the railing further away, nodding as he knew it was true.

“Okay. Until this is over,”He accepted.

“What do you mean we won't ever see you again? Aren't you going back to be with Y/N?”Newt asked slowly, picking up on the words.

With guilt flooding his chest, Gally bowed his head, looking at the concrete ground miles below him.

“Gally, she's been a wreck for months. This morning is the most fine she's looked since you were gone. You can't do this to her again.”

“I . . . I don't know what I’m going to do,”He confessed.

“Y/N needs you. You don't understand how hard it's been on her. You can't abandon her again,”Newt kept pushing.

“It's not that simple.”

“How is not that simple?”

“I have a job here.”

“You told her you would always be loyal to her. She had plenty of options to pick from. She had people she could have been with. She could have been with so many others, but she still chose you. She thought you were dead, and you still came first.”

At his words, Thomas felt remorse for the fight last night. He realized he had let his emotions overtake him. You loved Chuck too, but Gally had been your world. You couldn't just move on. It didn't work like that. No matter what he did, you two loved each other in a way most people would never understand.

If he could still love Teresa, why couldn't you love Gally? She had done it on purpose yet his heart still yearns for her. Why would it be fair to not let yours yearn for him?

“I know. I just don't know what I’m going to do yet. For now, just don't tell her? I need to figure out what comes next, and then I will. So please just don't say anything?”He pleaded.

Newt knew all about secrets. He was great at keeping those.

“Yeah. Okay.”

♡ - - - ♡

You and Thomas hadn't really spoken. Neither of you had the courage to talk about what had went down. Not yet.

“I’m sorry. For getting mad at you about being with Gally. And for calling him a murderer. I don't . . . I’m not really over it, but I know he means a lot to you. He makes you happy. You're my friend so I love you, and I want you to be happy.”

He was nervous and admittedly still a little hurt. At the same time, he knew he had hurt you too. He had essentially accused you of betrayal as if he didn't love someone on the other side.

Needless to say, you weren't the most excited when he had pulled you aside to speak to you.

Of all the things to leave his mouth, you didn't expect that.

“I know you didn't kill anyone. It's not your fault. It never was, and I shouldn't have thrown that in your face. I wasn't angry, but I was hurt. At the end of the day though, you are my friend too. You paid your debt so long ago, and you don't need to anymore. You shouldn't be reminded of it. Nobody's deaths were your fault, and I'm sorry.”

He thought about the promise last night. How Gally made them say they wouldn't tell you he didn't know why to do yet.

It was going to suck when he did, and it already sucked to keep the secret.

“So we're okay again?”He clarified.

You had all slowly left when Thomas followed him, trying to process it. None of you were stupid. No matter how in denial you were, you knew the truth deep down.

“Yeah. We are.”

Hopefully, you still will be when this is over. Or hopefully you never find out that he knows.

♡ - - - ♡

You had all watched Newt push Thomas against a wall. You had all watched him scream in his face. You had all watched the regret in his eyes when he pulled away. You had all watched him leave holding his arm.

You stared at the wall, your face blank as everything became too real. Gally was beside you, his hand on your knee as he took it in himself.

♡ - - - ♡

“This sucks,”You whispered, breaking the tense silence.

“Yeah. It does,”He nodded, not knowing what else to say. Then again, did anything need to be said? No words could change Newt becoming a Crank, and it did in fact suck.

“We fixed Brenda. Somehow. We can fix him,”You mumbled half to yourself and half to him.

“What do you mean?”

“Brenda got bit but a Crank a few months ago. Mary gave her some kind of shot, and it cured her,”You explained.

“So we need to get him to Mary.”

“Janson shot and killed her,”You said simply. There was no other way to put it. That was what happened.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Going back to silence, you placed your hand on top of his. Both of you were still staring straight ahead, trying to decide what comes next.

“If you can't even decide-”

“Why would you keep this from me?!”

He should have known better than to think you wouldn't find out. He should have realized that somehow, someway, someone in Right Arm would spill everything. They didn't even mean to. They weren't aware that you weren't supposed to know yet here you are.

“I didn't know how to tell you,”He repeated, saying the same thing yet again. With that only frustrating you more, you tried to shove past only for him to grab your hand, desperately pulling you towards him.

“I don't want to talk to you!”

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to be with you.”

“Why the hell would I want to be with you when you were just going to leave again?!”

“I’m not leaving. I don't know what I’m doing yet.”

“Well, do it without me!”

“I don't want to do anything without you!”He yelled back.

“You clearly do! You can pick Right Arm! I won’t be a second choice! I will never let myself be that!”

“You're not a second choice!”

“I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore. I really-”

“I love you!”

Both of you froze at his words. For as long as he could remember, he has never told anyone that, even you.

This was a hell of a way to say it.

“What?”You whispered, your anger slowly fading into disbelief.

“I love you. I have loved you for almost as long as I can remember. I feel more for you than I ever have for anyone. You, it's always been you. For so long, it's been you. For so long, you have been my everything. I thought this would be hard. I thought I wouldn't know what to do. I thought I would be too focused on taking down WCKD to actually know, but it's so obvious now. You are the right decision. You are what matters to me. Not revenge, not forgiveness, not proving myself, not a cure. As long as you love me, as long as you still want to be with me, my life is complete. I know that now. I know what the only right choice is.”

Gawking at him, you tried to figure out where this soft-spoken boy came from.

“I love you too,”You promised through heavy breaths as you pulled away.

Cutting him off, you slipped your hand out of his to hold his face before smashing your lips against his. Freezing for a moment, he tried to comprehend that you still wanted to be with him. When it did sink in, he wrapped his arms around your waist, gently kissing you back. Pushing him against the wall behind him, you frantically deepen it, desperation practically radiating off of both of you. For as long as you were capable of, you put off oxygen, deciding that this was much more important. Not the kissing. Being so close to each other that you were practically one.

You kissed until you inevitably ran out of air.

Kidnapping Teresa and getting inside of WCKD had gone off without a hitch. To be honest, there wasn't a real reason for it not to. Everyone had gone over the plan more than enough times, and she had reacted exactly the way Thomas said she would.

“I love you. I love you, and I always will,”He repeated, the words easily rolling off his tongue as though he said them everyday.

This is good. Right now is okay.

How the people he works with will take it is a different story.

♡ - - - ♡

“No,”Lance said simply.

“No? What do you mean no?”

“I mean no. You can't quit to be with some girl.”

“This isn't some girl. This is my girl,”He said firmly, putting both his hands on the table as he looked him in the eye. Literally.

“You made a deal. Your loyalties are here now.”

“I was loyal to her first. I can't not be.”

“You can, and you will be,”He argued.

“No. This is my Y/N. This is my girl, and she comes first. Nothing you do will stop me. Nothing,”He spat, turning around to walk out.

“If you leave, we’ll take her instead.”

Stopping in his tracks, Gally slowly turned around. Lance simply nodded, his hands behind his back.

“What?”

“We’ll take her and not to take your spot. If you leave, we’ll kill your girl.”

“That's not fair. You can't do that.”

“Life isn't fair.”

“No. You don't get to touch her,”He scowled, storming up to him. With the coldest eyes a person has ever had, he glared at him.

“But we will. You know very well we can get to anyone we want.”

“You're a monster.”

“Of course I am.”

“No. You can still think. You're an actual monster. You're heartless.”

“Yes. I am.”

“I won't let you take her.”

“I will.”

“No. Nobody will put a hand on her. You understand? Not while I’m around.”

“Then, I guess we’ll make sure you aren't around.”

Going completely speechless, his heart dropped to his stomach.

“You can make a choice. You either break it off with her tonight or we’ll take her tomorrow. Your choice.”

With that, he went back to tending to his roses as though he hadn't just ruined Gally's only chance of happiness.

♡ - - - ♡

“I don't actually love you.”

The words were simple yet somehow the cruel ones your ears had ever heard.

“What?”

“I lied. I don't love you. I barely even liked you,”He deadpanned, keeping his face expressionless as he looked into your eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about? We’ve been together for years. Now all of a sudden it meant nothing?”

“It never meant anything.”

Looking at him, at his calm demeanor, at his emotionless face, at the empty shell of a person, you swore this was a stranger.

“How? How could you be with me since the Glade, wait for me, kiss me like I’m everything, call me your first choice, and tell me you love me, only to not mean it?”You asked in disbelief.

“I was hoping you would have given it up, but you're taking too long. I never felt anything for you.”

It was the most despicable excuse he could think of. It was the coldest, most humiliating reason he could come up with.

That's what he wanted. If he made himself look like the worst person to exist, you wouldn't miss him. You wouldn't want anything to do with him. You would hate him instead of being hurt by him. You wouldn't blame yourself.

The more it stung now, the sooner you could heal. You could move on and find someone better, someone that isn't him. You could be happy.

All he wanted was for you to be safe and happy, even if that means losing you.

“Are you fucking kidding with me? We had four damn years together just because you wanted me to give it up? Are you fucking serious, Gally?”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

With nothing less than hatred burning in your eyes, you shoved past him. As you were in the doorway though, you said something that may as well kneed him in the gut.

“I wish you actually died.”

With that, you turned out, wiping the tears streaming down your cheeks.

With a devastated sigh, he shut the door before leaning against it. Putting his head in his hands, he felt the regrets of everything he had ever done in life hit him all at once.

♡ - - - ♡

Taking slow steps forward, the others dropped to their knees as well, the shock of it all hitting them like a gunshot. Gripping the cure, you held it to your chest, to your heart, the once light object now being the heaviest thing you had ever held. It was his one shot at life, now nothing but a worthless liquid.

You hadn't spoken a direct word to him. You hadn't even spoken about him. You just pretended he was some random stranger on a mission with you and silently cried yourself to sleep only to repeat the cycle the next day.

He wanted to say something when he heard you covering your mouth as salty tears flowed down your face. He wanted to tell you that he had only hurt you so you wouldn't be killed. He wanted to come clean. He wanted to be with you after months of separation.

He knew he can't though. Not yet. Not until he can fully get out of the city.

The plan was organized before the break up, and you didn't want anyone to know what you currently believed was the truth. That meant you had accepted your original position of being amongst the WCKD guards for longer than the others the way Gally was.

You debated shooting him with the weapon in your hand. Watching him go down and struggle seemed worth it right now. It seemed deserved. Even if you missed him, you’d get to shoot an actual WCKD guard, though you’d admittedly prefer for your shot to be right on point. You had never hated anyone with this kind of fiery passion until now.

In the end, you held back. When this was over, you would never have to see him again. You could go back to pretending he was dead.

You both watched as Thomas, Newt, and Minho jumped through a window. Under your mask, you grinned at the way he had been rescued. It has taken almost forever, but it happened. He was basically officially out of WCKD. As soon as you all left the city, that would be it. Everything could go back to normal.

You looked as they landed in the swimming pool under them. With that same wide smile, you came out of your position with the other WCKD workers and Gally. Making sure your gun was drawn and out, you allowed one of them to talk so you wouldn't blow your cover. As they were in the middle of demanding your three friends to surrender, you turned and shot him. At the same time, Gally took down others, being sure to avoid you. He had already caused you enough pain. Your heart would physically ache, and you had still barely been able to stomach anything. The last thing you needed, that you deserved, was more hurt.

When they were all unconscious you and Gally jumped down the small steps. When he pulled his mask off, he simply nodded and made a remark about them being nuts. You on the other hand ran straight up to Minho.

You didn't throw your arms around him. The last thing you wanted was to hurt him. Instead, you carefully hugged him, keeping your grip loose. Tightly hugging you back anyway, he stared at Gally with wide eyes as he did. This was definitely something he didn't expect.

Keeping his face neutral, he pushed down the lump in his throat at how close you two seemed again. He had already been worried about your relationship before, but now that he had to break your heart there was no guarantee that you two wouldn't be more. Even after he explained, you taking him back felt like a dream that he would spend the rest of his life chasing.

Shaking his head, he started walking away. Everyone else followed, prepared for the next step of the plan. Even if Minho didn't know what that was, he knew it was better than getting caught again.

♡ - - - ♡

You were all so close. You had run straight through bombs and gunfire for Newt. You had kept the cure in your hand, ready to save his life.

You didn't.

As you sprinted up, your heart shattered yet again in a brand new way as you looked at one of your best friends, dead on the floor, a knife penetrating his chest. Your body locked up as you met Thomas’s eyes that were full of something you couldn't decipher. There was some kind of guilt and maybe even blame. They were numbed over, done with everything.

Tears streamed down your face as he got up and walked away. Still focused on your best friend, you didn't even notice that the others had arrived beside you.

You couldn't meet their gaze. Not when you had the cure that would never be used, the cure that could have saved him, the cure that you hadn't gotten to him quick enough in your hand. Not even able to walk, you fell to your knees in that spot, the needle still tightly clutched between your fingers.

The Safe Haven didn't feel the way you had imagined, the way you thought it should. You didn't feel thankful to be there. You didn't feel happy. You just felt tired, drained, like a shell of a person.

You all stayed in that position, mourning not only Newt, but everybody that you had all lost. Ben, Alby, Chuck, Jack, Winston, and all your friends you hadn't had the time or energy to while in the Glade. It wasn't until Jorge had come with his Berg that you had been forced to get up.

You couldn't. You still felt trapped, as if you were watching from someone else's eyes. Knowing that you had to go, Gally laid a hand on your shoulder. Looking up at him with tears in your eyes, you shook your head and silently begged to stay here and die in the city. Shaking his head back, he reminded you that even now it wasn't over. In far too much distress to argue, you shakily got up. When your legs almost gave out, he caught you. Letting you lean against him, he led you to the Berg with everyone else and now Vince as well. When he got here, none of you knew, but none of you cared either. It would never change anything.

It would never bring Newt or anybody else back.

It would never get rid of your guilt.

♡ - - - ♡

You didn't cry. You couldn't find it in yourself to. You just sat by the shore, writing all their names in the sand over and over until you couldn't even feel your fingers.

You didn't celebrate being alive and well at the bonfire. How could you when you didn't even feel alive? How could you when so many people weren't? How could you when almost everyone you knew would never make it here?

You thought back to the moment he had broken your heart, and something clicked in your head. You hadn't noticed it at the time, too drunk on fury, but his voice has cracked. He was close to tears, and he had dark bags under his eyes.

You thought about everything. Not just the people that were gone but the people that were here. Thomas who you had made up with. Frypan who you had never fought with. Minho who you had helped rescue.

Gally.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I know what I said was messed up. I know that I hurt you, but I didn't want to. I never would. I-”

His words had been lies. You were sure of it now.

Gally hadn't gone to the celebration either. He was too busy looking for you. Somehow, he had to fix it. Now that Lance was dead and you weren't in danger, he had to make it right. He had to explain it so at the very least you would understand that you were and had always been his world.

It took him an hour to find you, in which he had rehearsed what he wanted to say. He had to get the words exactly right. He couldn't afford to mess it up any more than he already has. He couldn't afford to destroy your feelings and heart all over again.

Time seemed to freeze as he saw you by the ocean, your back turned to everyone.

Taking deep breaths, he took slow steps towards you, each one having a new kind of purpose. He made sure his shoes crunched on the sand so you wouldn't be caught off guard.

You heard, but you didn't turn around. You didn't need to. You already knew who it was, you knew why he was here, and you knew that he would sit by you. You knew that even though you were in shambles, you two had time to be fixed. After losing everybody, how could you bear to lose someone alive? How could you make yourself grieve for someone who was breathing? How could you ignore one of the only people in your life who was actually in it?

He took a spot beside you. Staring out into the abyss, you allowed the silence to fill between you two as he stared at you, pleading for you to look at him. While you wanted to, you couldn't find it in yourself to actually move. You just sat there, gathering your own jumbled thoughts.

It was enough though. You were both just barely okay to know that you would be strong enough to survive the rest of your lives here, side by side.

“I don't want to know what happened. I don’t want to know why. I just know that you didn't mean your words, and I just want you back,”You whispered.

Taking another breath, he nodded in understanding despite the way you weren't looking at him. While that wasn't what he expected, it was something good. It was one of the only good things actually. Even though he had a feeling you would want to know later, that was all he needed to hear to be quiet now.

When he faced the open sea the way you were, you took his hand, gripping it the way you had the cure. Tightly holding your hand as well, he ran his thumb over your knuckles as you both sat there, trying to figure out what the journey would be from here.

You both didn't know. None of you ever had, and it was likely none of you ever would.

Right now was bittersweet though. It wasn't happy. It wasn't alright.

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