BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE CNA I PLEASE HAVE A PROPOSAL/MARRIAGE/DOMESTIC WILL IMAGINE YOU HAVE COMPLETE FREE

BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE CNA I PLEASE HAVE A PROPOSAL/MARRIAGE/DOMESTIC WILL IMAGINE YOU HAVE COMPLETE FREE REIN OVER IT BUT JUST MAKE IT FLUFFY PLS ILY

Of course, bestie! I hope just proposal is okay 👉🏻👈🏻 But I made it extra fluffy just for you uwu

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One night, Will wanted you to rush home from work, not even telling you what for.

Of course, your paranoid mind went haywire and thought up impossible scenarios like it usually does. But all those fears washed away in a tidal wave when you opened the front door to your house with Will.

You were hit with the sweet smelling aroma of flowers and candles, that were lighting up the home. Rose peddles were scattered across the floor to form a pathway to another room in the house, beckoning you to follow.

The path stopped at the dining room, where the table was decorated elegantly with your favorite flowers in a vase, the fine china that you rarely used set on either side with its matching shiny utensils, the plates holding a delicious looking gourmet meal that had your mouth watering in mere seconds.

Being the softie that you were, tears welled up in your eyes immediately, so touched that someone would go through such trouble to do something this nice for you.

"Happy anniversary, love."

You quickly turned around to see Will, the love of your life, dressed up all fancy in a suit, wearing the biggest smile on his face that mirrored yours. "I'm not even dressed up!" You laughed tearfully.

"There's something for you in our bedroom." Will motioned, sidestepping away from the doorframe to allow you to pass by.

You gleefully speed walked to your bedroom, gasping lightly when you saw the outfit that was laid out for you on the bed. It was so gorgeous that it felt like something you'd only see in your dreams. "Oh my god, Will..." You whispered.

"Do you like it?"

"I absolutely love it. It's so beautiful...do you wanna help me put it on?"

Will smirked. "As much as I'd love to, there's a hot meal waiting to be eaten and I definitely don't want it to be cold by the time I'd be through with you."

You quickly put the outfit after you had a blushing fit, and you thought you looked great in the clothing. It made you feel amazing.

You thought you were done blushing, but as soon as you walked back into the dining room, Will's face of pure adoration and awe caused all your blood to rush back into your cheeks. "It looks even more beautiful with you in it."

Even after all the years you spent with Will, he could still very easily make you blush with just a look. "Oh, hush..." You giggled, taking a seat across from him. "This looks amazing, Will, really. You really went above and beyond."

"How could I not when it's our five year anniversary?" Will grinned.

The whole dinner went perfectly, as you expected, but it was hard for you not keep eyeing Will in that suit he was wearing; he was started to look more delicious than the meal. But you did notice he was fidgeting a little in his seat, perhaps he was feeling the same way? You soon figured out that your theory was completely wrong.

Will took a deep breath. "Okay..." He took another deep breath.

"Are you okay, babe?" You asked with a nervous giggle.

Will chuckled breathlessly. "I don't know."

"What's wrong?" You asked with a more concerned tone.

Will grinned, looking down to, what you could only assume from across the table, pull something out of his pockets. His face was flushed red, and you could faintly see his forehead shine with a really thin sheet of sweat.

"Oh god, darling, are you sick?"

"No! No, no, no...I'm...here goes."

Will suddenly stands up from the table, accidently bumping his knee, making the whole table shake. You were getting more nervous by the second, but couldn't help but laugh as flowers fell over onto the leftover food. "Oh, lord, sorry!" Will rambled, trying to get his bearings by taking a deep breath, quickly composing himself.

Will walked to your side of the table, taking a hold of your hand before getting down on one knee.

Your eyes widened. "Will..." You whispered, your voice already shaking.

"Y/n L/n, we've been together for five amazing years. You are the love of my life and I don't know how I'd survive without you. When I think of the future, you are always there right beside me and I wouldn't want it any other way. I want you, forever and always. So..." Will finally pulled out a little velvet box, opening it to reveal the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen in your life. "Will you marry me?"

You never thought you'd be one of those people who cry when they get proposed to. You always thought it was so cliché and soppy, but here you were trying to hold back your thick tears of joy.

It took zero hesitation. You quickly threw yourself into Will's embrace, hugging him tightly. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Yes times infinity, yes!" You laughed, surely staining his nice suit with your happy tears.

When you pulled away to plant a passionate kiss on Will's lips, you stopped to see he had tears streaming down his face as well, displaying an expression of pure happiness and relief that made your heart swell larger than it already had. "I was so nervous." He giggled.

You grinned. "There was no reason to be. I would be an absolute fool if I said no."

"God, I love you so much." Will said softly, placing his forehead against yours, planted a feather soft like kiss on the tip of your nose.

"And I love you, Will Poulter. So, so, much."

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Hope you enjoyed @poulterfilms !!!

Well, it's my 1 year anniversary of posting my first imagine on Tumblr, which is pretty nifty I would say

Thank you to all my followers for making this so fun. I appreciate all of you, even the porn bots🥰

Would you mind telling us what requests you have on your to do lists?

Yeah, sure! *checks notepad, adjusts nerdy glasses*

I have a couple Newt requests I need to get done, an imagine and a NSFW alphabet (that's gon be real fun😉)

Then I have a Gally request that's gonna be fun to write as well it's probably gonna be fluffy. Then another Gally request with an inspo from the good ol' TikTok, so that should be fun!

Okay, so can you do a fix it fic for newt where he IS immune and makes it to the safe haven and finally confesses he’s in love with reader? He deserves a happy ending -E

I already have an imagine with a similar ask, you can find that here, but I'll make another one just because you're so sweet

Warning: Kinda made Thomas and Vince douchebags, just a tad.

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This isn't happening...

This...can't be happening...

You looked down in absolute confusion and horror at your forearm, it looked like it was...rotting.

How could this be happening? You thought you were immune. You knew that you were immune. So, why the hell were you infected? This had to be a nightmare, right?

But it wasn't, the next day you woke up and your arm was only getting worse.

Your first instinct was to keep it to yourself, suffer alone and wait until the last minute to tell your friends. But it was a late night, you couldn't sleep due to the pain you were in and the fever that started to set in, you sat outside your hut on the beach, sobbing as you watched the sun start to rise over the dark waves. You thought you were alone...

Newt found you in tears, quickly switching to panic mode and trying to figure out what was wrong. You accidently panic told him in your frantic mental state. You didn't want to die, you spent too much effort on making sure you and your friends survive to just get the virus when you were supposed to be immune.

Newt was devastated, almost as much as you were. You were the person he cared about the most, so to hear such heartbreaking news caused him to try to find a solution at any cost.

Being Thomas' best friend, he knew about the last serum he was given by Teresa in her last moments. He knew how much it meant to Thomas to keep that safe, but you were more important and he was feeling desperate.

You felt ambushed as all your friends and Vince came up to you, immediately asking you multiple all at once, causing a sensory overload that made you crave an escape. "Guys, enough!" Newt shouted, silencing everybody. "You aren't helping." You gave him a grateful smile.

Vince sighed disapprovingly. "How long has this been going on? When did you first notice your symptoms?" He asked, as delicately as possible.

"A couple days ago..." You answered timidly, impulsively reaching for your infected arm.

"We still have time to save them, then." Newt voiced, causing Vince to furrow his brows.

"Son, there's nothing we can do now...I'm sorry."

"No. No, Tommy has a cure."

"Newt!" Thomas scolded, but it was too late. Everyone in the room looked to him in confusion. "I...uh..."

"Is that true?" You asked, suddenly feeling a spark of hope.

Thomas frowned, running his hands over his face in frustration. He shook his head slightly as he grabbed the lone blue vial from his pocket, displaying it in his palm for everyone to see.

"You had that all this time and you didn't say anything?" Vince asked.

"Teresa gave it to me...I wanted to protect it."

"Well, now we have a reason to use it. Give it here-" Newt walked up to Thomas and reached for the vial, but he pulled away quickly. "What are you doing? Y/n needs that."

"It's...it's the only one in the world..." Thomas muttered, guiltily looking at you.

You realized then. You weren't getting the cure. It was all Thomas had left of Teresa, and it was the only one in existence. "And you don't want to waste it on me..." You smiled bitterly.

"No!" Thomas quickly replied. "That's not it at all! It's just, what if we can replicate it? What if we can make more?"

"Tommy, Y/n doesn't have time like that. You wouldn't even know where to start, much less know what to do to make more. We can save Y/n, right now." Newt ranted.

"But what about everyone around the world that's not immune? We just let them die when we can do something about it?"

"Guys..." You called out weakly and sighed. "It's okay...if you can use it to save thousands of people...don't waste it on me."

Newt frowned angrily. "No." He looked to Vince, only to see another guilty expression. "You agree with Thomas?"

"I never said that...I do think we need to talk more about it."

"What's there to talk about?" Newt raised his voice. "Y/n's infected! And we have something that can save them! This should be a no brainer!"

You put a hand on Newt's shoulder, trying to calm him. "It's okay, Newt."

Newt shook his head, turning around and storming out of the area.

You felt Thomas' eyes on you, he looked like a kicked puppy. "I get it, Thomas..." You sighed reluctantly. "Teresa's cure is...important." Thomas didn't reply, in fear of making things worse. "I should go find Newt..." You said, mostly to yourself, not speaking another word to either of those guys.

You found Newt red in the face, his brows knitted together, and his hands balled up into tight fists. "I can't believe this..." He started. "He should've given you the cure as soon as I told him."

"Newt," You sighed, "it...it's okay."

Newt looked to you confoundedly. "What? No, no, it's not! If you don't get that cure, you'll die!"

You couldn't help the tremble in your bottom lip, the thought of succumbing to the virus scaring the hell out of you. "What if Thomas can make more, though? Just imagine how many people would be saved."

"I don't care about other people, I care about you, right now."

You weren't sure if your face was heating up due to your oncoming fever, or if you were just blushing. Still, you gave Newt a sad smile. You didn't know what to say. A small part of you had already accepted your fate, and you wanted to comfort Newt, but you knew telling him to accept it along with you wouldn't help. So, you said nothing else.

You left that conversation at a tense moment, but you had nothing else to say that would help anything. The night passed along agonizingly slow, your fever only intensifying, making you toss and turn unable to get to sleep. But you weren't the only person who couldn't sleep.

Newt felt rage like he never had before. He couldn't understand why Thomas would keep the cure from you. He couldn't take no for an answer, no way.

Thomas jumped when Newt stormed into his hut, grabbing him by his shirt collar and shoving him up against the wall. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Newt yelled angrily.

Thomas put his hands up in surrender. "Newt," He stuttered, "you don't understand-"

"No. No, I don't understand. Y/n's your friend too, why aren't you helping them?!"

"I do want to help them! I do!" Thomas pushed Newt away, quickly running his hands through his hand in frustration. "It's just...Vince and I really think we can replicate the serum. He managed to save Mary's research, and now that we know my blood is the secret ingredient, we can make more."

Newt sighed. "Tommy...Y/n doesn't have time. They need it...now."

Thomas shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Newt...but I can't do that. The survival of the human race depends on that one serum."

Newt didn't say anything, he didn't even really feel anything. He silently walked out of Thomas' hut, going back to yours to check up on you. Maybe seeing you would keep him from burning the Safe Haven to the ground, that wasn't the case however.

You were asleep when Newt came in, but it was less than a peaceful sight.

You were breathing rapidly, sweat drenching your clothes and the bed beneath you, black and purple veins like vines wrapping up and around your arm, stopping just below your neck. You were getting worse, and fast.

Fuck this.

Newt went back to Thomas' hut, waiting until he knew he was asleep, then he searched as silently as possible for that damn serum. It only took a few minutes to find what he was looking for. Thankfully, Thomas didn't wake up despite not being the heaviest sleeper.

Newt all but sprinted back to your hut, clutching the cure that would save you close to his chest, ignoring all the pain that shot up his leg.

You were awake by the time he arrived, the fever getting almost unbearable. When Newt came running back into your hut, you immediately noticed the bright blue vial of liquid in his hand. "Newt...?" You voiced weakly, your throat feeling like you hadn't had water in a century.

"You were supposed to still be asleep..." He mumbled, taking a seat beside you.

"Newt, I already told you. It's okay, you shouldn't waste the cure on me."

Newt shook his head. "No, I don't accept that."

"Did Thomas give you the serum?" You had your answer when Newt didn't reply, avoiding your gaze. "Newt, go give it back." You tried to scold, but that only made Newt stare at you in bewilderment.

"Do you want to shucking die?!"

"No...no, of course not." You sighed. "But this isn't right, you know that."

"I don't care."

"Newt, no!" Newt didn't give you a choice, he held down your arm and injected the serum into your bloodstream.

You felt the effects almost instantly. It was like walking out of an oven and into the fresh air, your whole body covered in goosebumps as your fever finally broke. Your arm felt alive again, it didn't feel dead and numb, you could almost move your fingers without feeling excruciating pain. You didn't even realize you passed out until you woke up the next morning, seeing Newt asleep in the chair next to your bed.

From the look of it, Newt didn't seem to leave your side all night. And your assumption was right for the most part.

After giving you the cure, Thomas rushed into your hut exasperated. "It's too late, Tommy."

"Newt..."

"I had to. I couldn't let them die."

Thomas was upset, but he wasn't angry at Newt. You were his friend too, of course he didn't want you to die. In his heart, he was really happy you were cured, but the loss of the only serum weighed heavy on his soul that he couldn't focus on anything else. He just decided to not talk to Newt, or anyone else, until he got his emotions under control. He'd apologize to you, eventually.

You felt a hell of a lot better, you felt energetic for the first time in months. You felt guilty, guilty that you were happy that Newt got you the cure in time. You didn't know how you could face everyone, but that was your future self's problem.

The soft groan that escaped your lips as you tried to sit up woke Newt, quickly helping you. "Hey..." He started softly. "You look so much better. How do you feel?"

"Like there's coolant running through my veins." You joked, but soon frowned.

"What?"

"What happened, with Thomas?"

Newt shrugged weakly. "Not as pissed off as I thought he'd be, if I'm being honest."

You sighed. "I can't even imagine how he must be feeling right now."

"Why are you so worried about him? You should be worrying about yourself."

"I don't have to anymore, since you stole the serum for me."

"And what was I supposed to do, huh? Let you turn into a Crank, let you die?" Newt raised his voice, but quickly calmed himself when he saw you flinch. "Sorry..."

After a long pause, you spoke up timidly. "I just don't understand...why did you do this for me?"

Newt chuckled. "You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

Newt blushed. "I couldn't let you die...because I'm in love with you, slinthead." Now it was your turn to blush, and blush you did. "Did your fever come back?" Newt asked, genuinely concerned.

You giggled, trying to hide your blushing face. "I'm fine. I guess I wasn't expecting that response."

Newt smiled softly. "Well, it's true...I love you. And if you don't feel the same way, that's okay. I just needed you to know that. I'll let you rest now."

Newt stood up to leave, but you quickly grabbed his wrist. "Wait! Don't go..." He sat back down beside you, interlacing his fingers with yours. "You saved my life."

"I shouldn't have waited as long as I did to get that serum for you."

You gave his hand a squeeze. "Please, you didn't have to do that for me, but you did. Don't regret anything."

Newt glanced at your lips, then back to your loving gaze. "No regrets..." He gently grabbed hold of your face, leaning forwards and planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

You didn't know if the aftereffects of the virus was still causing you to not make sense of the world around you, but you couldn't sworn his lips tasted like strawberries. Even if they did, the warmth of his soft skin relaxed you, making you feel safe. You hadn't felt this safe in your life, not even your mother's hold made you feel so invincible.

A single tear ran down your face, the feeling of love overwhelming your senses so much that it had to escape through your tear ducts.

Maybe it was because Newt saved your life, you had heard once that it was common to fall in love with someone who saved your life, but you quickly dismissed that thought.

Even before you got infected, before Newt saved your life, you realized that you always had feelings for him. During your time in the Glade, during the Scorch, during everything you endured together, you had fallen in love with him. Him saving your life only strengthened that feeling tenfold.

You were alive, finally healthy. You could spend the rest of your life, however long it would be, knowing that you were safe from the virus.

You were safe with the love of your life, until the end of your days.

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My apologizes for the excessive angst 😂

Can you do a fic about you being Will’s celebrity crush and him talking about it in an interview? I love your writing so much

Of course, sweet Anon!😊Such a cute idea, I was pretty much giggling and smiling like a baby while writing this honestly lmao

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Will wasn't normally the type to talk about crushes that he had, especially during interviews, but there was just something about you that made him unable to shut up.

"So, who is this special person that you love talking about so much?"

Will immediately blushed, grinning nervously at the interviewer's question. "How'd you know about that?"

The interviewer laughed. "Your costar, who I interviewed before, said you kept going on and on about this actor. They said I should bring it up."

"Oh, of course they did. They love embarrassing me. Okay, um, recently I've been a bit enamored with this actor I discovered. Y/n L/n."

"Oh! I've heard of them! Been in a lot of fantastic movies. I can see why you're so smitten."

Will knew he must've been beet red, his face so hot he felt like it was going to melt off. Thankfully, the interview ended quickly and he didn't have to embarrass himself further.

It wasn't that long ago when Will first found out about you. He went to see a movie with his friends, and it happened to be a movie you starred in. After that, Will made it his new hobby to watch every movie you'd ever been in. Even the first films that you were in. Watching interviews of you, you seemed like such a nice person. He shared a lot of your views and opinions, he almost couldn't believe you were real.

Being in the same career field, Will held out hope that he'd meet you one day. But alas, he's never even been in the same area as you yet. Of course, his friends had to tease him about his newfound crush. But they were also supportive in the idea that he'd meet you one day. He didn't think it would be any time soon. But that voice in the back of his head loved to focus on the "what ifs."

Will was on a press tour for a new movie he was in, so he was almost too busy to even think about possibly meeting you, which he was kind of thankful for.

In your neck of the woods, one of your friends sent you a link to a YouTube video.

Now, your friend loved trolling you, so most of the videos you got sent were just Rick Rolls. The thumbnail was of Will Poulter smiling during an interview, and your friend knew how much you admired him as an actor. You knew it was probably just another troll video, but your curiosity got the better of you.

You were surprised to see that it was, indeed, an actual interview video. But you were even more surprised to see your name in the title.

Will Poulter On His New Movie and Celebrity Crush: Y/n L/n! 😱😱

Clickbait, obviously.

You usually hating feeding in to that kind of clickbait shit, but you were anxious to see if Will did mention you at some point in the video. You were pretty much giggling like a school girl as soon as you got to the part where he talked about you. You awed out loud when you quickly noticed how red his face turned, but you kind of started to hate that interviewer and their line of questioning. You were pretty private about your personal life during interviews and the like, so you could imagine how uncomfortable you'd be being asked questions like that. But, you could only speak for yourself.

Then, you got a mischievous idea.

You were acquainted with one of Will's costars, so you decided to send a quick DM to them with an idea.

A few days later, Will was exhausted from all the press stuff he had to do for the new film, but it was a good exhaustion like it usually was. He had one more interview to do that day then he'd have a couple days off to relax, which he was excited for. He was thankful he didn't have to do the interview himself, a couple of his costars would be joining him this time.

The interviewer came in, did the usual greeting and congratulating on the success of the movie and expressing their positive opinions. Will could've answered all the questions in his sleep, having to answer so many that were pretty much the same. It was almost like he could put himself on autopilot if the interviewer focused on asking questions to his castmates.

The interviewer directed a question at Will, and he internally sighed. "So, have you gotten the chance to meet that actor you love so much?" The interviewer grinned excitedly.

Will hated how easily he blushed just at the sound of your name. "Ah, no. I haven't. I doubt it'll be anytime soon, if ever, so I'm not going to get my hopes up. But as of right now, I hope I don't meet them cause I'd probably embarrass myself."

"Aw, that's a shame."

Will froze, tensing up and his blush deepening. He turned around in his chair to see you, grinning beautifully. "Oh my god..." He uttered, too shocked to say anything else.

"Hello, everyone!" You greeted, giving a quick hug to your friend.

Will looked at his costar in disbelieve. "Did you do this?" Will's costar grinned proudly, nodding confidently.

"Well, if you don't want to see me right now, I can leave."

"No!" Will quickly blurted out, much louder than he intended, causing you to giggle. "Sorry, uh," He was at a loss for words, your presence such a surprise that he could barely form a sentence.

"That's okay! I wasn't planning on crashing for too long. I'll see you guys when you're done." And with that, you left the room, leaving the interviewer to finish their questions.

Will was pretty much in a stunned silence for the rest of the interview, which elicited some teasing from his castmates. He was so anxious for the interview to end that it felt like it was going on forever, so when it ended, Will all but ran out of the room to see you waiting patiently outside the building with your headphones on, mouthing along to whatever you were listening to.

You quickly noticed Will's presence, taking off your headphones and walking up to his with an approachable smile. "Well, hi there! Hope I didn't give ya a heart attack in there!" You laughed, it was like music to Will's ears.

Will shook his head with a nervous smile. "I've never had a heart attack before, but I imagine that's as close as I've gotten so far."

You laughed, placing a hand on his arm. "Sorry!"

Will tried to shake of the immediate spark of electricity he felt at your simple gesture. "It's fine. It was good, it was really good, you got me. So, I'm guessing that was my castmate's idea?"

"No, it was mine, actually."

Will furrowed his brows with a small smile. "Really? Why?"

"Well," You drew out flirtatiously, "I saw that interview."

Will groaned, running his hands over his face as he felt his face heat up for the third time that day. "Oh god..."

"Hey, don't worry! I thought it was really cute." You smiled.

Will looked through the crack between his fingers to look at you. "You did?" He tried to hide his wide grin.

You nodded. "I did. I really wanted to meet you. And since you were close to my town, I thought I'd surprise you."

"Well, consider me surprised." Will chuckled.

"So, if you're not doing anything later, wanna go get a drink with me or something?" You smiled while slightly nibbling on your bottom lip.

Will smirked and nodded. "I'd love to."

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Wow, I actually love how this one came out. It's so cute and my mouth hurts from smiling😂

A Gally request! Could you do one where she’s from group b and travelling with Thomas and co when Gally finds them and she’s just sort of soft and innocent, like she just stays sunshiney despite the nonsense they’re all going through and he just falls hard for her? And everyone is surprised because “the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one”?? -E

Of course, lovely! It's such an irresistible trope, even warming a heart as cold and dead as mine🥰

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You had no idea what was going on.

You escaped that W.C.K.D. facility with Thomas and his friends after some heavy convincing.

You didn't know why, but you felt like you could trust them, even though that Thomas kid seemed a bit in over his head. But, anything was better than getting experimented on by crazy scientists.

Now, you were standing in front of a bunch of military looking guys, one apparently Thomas knew. He might've not been a friend since he sucker punched him. Maybe it was complicated...?

You soon learned that the guy that Thomas punched was Gally, he was in their Maze but they all thought he was dead. Thomas didn't really take it very well when you congratulated Gally on being alive, but you were just trying to be nice.

You had a problem with being too happy-go-lucky, it put a lot of people off, especially Thomas and his friends.

It was like that for awhile, just everyone looking to you with judging eyes at your relentless optimism. You tried to dial it down a little for the sake of getting along with everyone else, but you were just so naturally a glass half full type of person that you couldn't help it.

At one point, you were almost certain that Thomas wished they all had left you behind. It was a pretty miserable experience, not being liked or wanted, but you always tried to look at the positive and not let it get to you.

The only person who seemed to enjoy your attitude and general company was Gally, the one person Thomas told you to stay away from, because of course it had to be him.

You didn't understand why Thomas hated Gally so much. Besides having a little bit of a no nonsense attitude sometimes, he seemed pretty cool. Every time you tried to ask him about it, he'd change the subject or simply ignore the question. It was pretty obvious to you that it must've been a sore subject, but it didn't stop you from spending most of your time with Gally.

It was strange for Gally, he never had a time in his life where he could be completely himself. In the Glade, his only role was Keeper of the Builders, and he told himself that certain qualities had to come with it. It's not like he was pretending to be tough all the time, he knew that he was tougher than most, but he thought he could only be tough. He had to be an example, he couldn't show any weaknesses.

But with you, he didn't have to be tough, he didn't have to act a certain way to appear strong and invincible. You were always true to yourself, even when others didn't like it. You inspired Gally, a part of him at least. He wasn't going to suddenly have a complete personality change, but he was going to try to not have such a tough exterior around you.

The problem that Gally had was how everyone reacted to his newfound relationship with you, how he was so gentle whenever he interacted with you. Did they not think that Gally was capable of being nice? It made him a bit self-conscious, but whenever he saw the smile you wore whenever he was around, he couldn't care less what everyone else thought about him as long as your smile was because of him.

You both thoroughly enjoyed each other's company, no matter the situation, even working the boring maintenance repairs on damaged weapons or vehicles, which is what you both were currently doing. It took a bit of time to get used to the work, you never were the type to build and repair things, you usually were the one to heal the girls back in your Maze. You supposed you knew how to repair, but only on living beings.

Meanwhile, your fellow W.C.K.D. escapees were watching you and Gally interact with great confusion and curiosity. "She just dropped one of his tools." Frypan voiced with a slight shock. "And he doesn't look like he wants to crucify her...?"

"I wasn't even allowed to touch any of his tools back in the Glade." Newt added, taking a more of an offense than shock. "Can't imagine the pain he'd inflict on me if I did, much less mishandle one. Must be really bloody smitten."

Thomas shuddered in disgust. "Still don't know what she sees in him."

"More like him in her." Fry joked, laughing loudly with pride.

"Fry, ew!"

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Sorry if it's a bit short, I just really enjoy short and sweet fluff pieces I guess lmao