A Gally Request! Could You Do One Where Shes From Group B And Travelling With Thomas And Co When Gally

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

Did you get the newt/gally angst fest request ?

I did, you sadist!!!😂

No, but for real, I'm breaking my own heart just trying to come up with the outline to this thing lmao

Thank you always being so nice and patient and writing all of my silly requests. They’re always so lovely when I get to read them. It’s very much appreciated -E

They are absolutely not silly! They're wholesome and adorable! I'm honored to even be considered to write them for you! Thank YOU!

Can you please do a sequel to the Thomas piece you posted?? I would love to see more of their “rekindled” (idk if that’s the right word) relationship evolve. Thanks so much!!

So, uh...I know what the doctor ordered and all, but I kinda made it real angsty cause I have no idea how to write anything other than angst so...yeah...🤡

Sorry if this was all over the place🤦🏻‍♀️

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Looking back on the past several months, you wondered if there was anything you could've done differently.

Maybe, if you just kept to yourself, none of this would be happening.

You and Thomas tried your best to get everyone out of the Maze, you really did. You knew there would be casualties, but you never thought it would be Chuck...or Newt.

After your memories returned, you and Thomas did everything in your power to try and convince the Gladers that you weren't the bad guys. Of course, Gally didn't take too kindly to that news; and when Teresa came up in the Box, all hell broke loose.

You had no idea how you managed to get out of that situation, but thankfully you had more than just Thomas and Teresa on your side. You escaped the Maze. You escaped W.C.K.D. You saved Minho and countless other kids that were taken. Now...you were safe, as crazy as it sounds.

A part of you wished you never got your memories back. You wished you could've just stayed in the Glade with Chuck, Newt, Alby, Ben, or even Teresa. It was hard to not blame yourself, because you were to blame. Maybe none of this would've happened if you just stayed away from Thomas.

Sure, you harbored a bit of resentment. Not just at him though, the whole situation was fucked up, and you knew that, it wasn't fair to blame it all on one person.

Seeing so many of your friends die, in part, because of you, put a strain on your relationship with Thomas. It sucked, because you all were on the run for so long that you didn't even get a chance to spend quality time with him. All you had was your memories to keep you company, which is more than anyone else could say. Which, you guessed, made you lucky.

All these memories coming back to you in an instant, remembering how Thomas was then compared to who he is now, it took some getting used to. Before the Maze, you had a very specific idea of who Thomas was, who he was to you. He was your best friend. He was your partner. He was your soulmate. So why did you start to see things so differently?

It was subtle, at first, just little things you disagreed on from time to time. Like, how you both handled conflict. Then, when Gally became a problem, you had very different ideas on how to handle him. Ultimately, that problem came to a head quickly and you had no choice but to go along with Thomas' plan.

But after escaping the Maze, you two practically disagreed with everything. Granted, looking back, you wished you had agreed on certain things. You were ashamed of yourself for how you treated the Winston situation. When he got infected, you already came to the conclusion that he was just dead weight. Obviously, Thomas had an issue with that. You were never that close to the kid, neither was Thomas, but he was still dead set on dragging him across the desert. It was only when Winston tried to kill himself is when Thomas finally broke.

You apologized to Thomas that night, but he surprised you when he said he understood where you were coming from. He knew Winston would've make it, but he was too stubborn and scared to admit it to himself. That moment was the first time you kissed him since you had gotten your memories back, and Thomas kissed you back.

You always made a strong effort to see things Thomas' way, even if he didn't notice it. But your opinions were so strong sometimes, that you'd completely ignore the pit in your gut that told you that he'd never agree, even if you made a compelling argument. It was frustrating. You knew that some of your ideas were a bit lackluster, you came from a more inconspicuous, strategic approach when it came to plans, whereas Thomas was more guns blazing. But when it came to Minho's rescue mission, both of your views came in handy.

Even now, you wondered if you had went along with Thomas' plan of attack, would Teresa still be alive? Would Newt? Obviously, you had no way of knowing. But just the thought that maybe you might've been at fault made you shut down sometimes.

You had yet another argument with Thomas, and you just couldn't handle being around him anymore. It wasn't the smartest of plans, but you snuck out of camp and wandered into the forest away from the beach. Even in the heat of your rage, you were almost positive you could find your way back again, so you didn't worry. All you tried to focus on was steadying your heartbeat, but all you could do was take an unpleasant trip down memory lane.

It probably should've worried you that it was getting dark really quick. If you were still at camp, you could probably still see the sun going down. But the forest pretty much blocked out all light, even the moon just barely peaking through the trees. But you stayed, suspended a couple feet in the air, sitting on a sturdy tree branch.

Your wrist started to itch, the annoying stinging sensation forcing you out of your state of tranquility and back into the real world. You had to physically stop yourself from huffing, rolling your eyes when you realized that he was close by.

Ever since that day in the Maze, you could always sense Thomas' presence, the ink in your skin giving off a slight burning feeling whenever he was close by. It would start off dull, barely noticeable. The feeling would intensify the closer Thomas would be in proximity until it completely stopped.

"Y/n?"

"Go away." You quickly replied harshly, not even turning around to look at him.

"You need to come back to camp, it isn't safe out here."

"Oh, like it's any safer across the ocean." You sighed.

This was the hundredth disagreement, Thomas wanted to go back to the mainland. His hero complex finding it difficult to just stay in the Safe Haven while there may be other people in need of help. Teresa seemed to finally break him from beyond the grave. He wants to find a way to replicate the cure that she gave to him before she sacrificed herself.

You thought it was stupid. You kept thinking about everyone that has been hurt, everyone that was murdered, all their friends that were experimented on by W.C.K.D. in their hopes of finding a cure. Thomas held the cure in his hand, but it's always never enough. It's like he has to put himself in danger to find a purpose in life. You were almost sure that they was no purpose, just survive.

In the Glade, you had more hope, surprisingly. Without your memories, you woke up with a tiny bit of hope, hope that the world outside the Maze would be better. But then it wasn't. You remembered how shitty the world really was, it even made you miss the Glade. It was a cage, that's for certain, but it almost seemed like you were safer there.

Sure, you were safe now. But your experiences in the Maze combined with all your memories that you had to deal with, you changed, you and Thomas both. Sometimes, it didn't really feel like you were the same people before you lost your memories. Maybe that's why you two were at odds constantly, maybe you two weren't actually soulmates. Who knows what put those tattoos on your skin, it could've been W.C.K.D. for all you knew. It was a very disheartening thought.

"Come on, Y/n. This again, seriously?" Thomas scoffed. "I thought you of all people would understand why I need to do this. If we can replicate the cure, who knows what that could mean for us? For the whole world?"

You sighed, jumping down from the tree branch and standing to face him. "Thomas, I never said we shouldn't try to make more cures. I just think it's idiotic to try and go back to that hellscape."

"It's not that I want to, we don't have the proper tools here that can make it easier to remake the serum."

"Last time we were there, all those buildings were being blown up. Most likely, it's all rubble and ash by now. There wouldn't be anything left to salvage."

"But not impossible."

"Thomas..."

"It's not impossible. Those specific buildings might be gone now, but you know how many more W.C.K.D. facility's there are. We have those coordinates."

"Those buildings are probably overrun by Cranks."

"But there still might be equipment left, and that's enough for me. We owe it to Teresa to try."

You rolled your eyes. "We don't owe her anything, Thomas. She betrayed us all, remember?"

"She saved my life. Our life. Surely, you remember that." You didn't reply. "She was like a sister to you, Y/n. Those feelings aren't just something that goes away overnight."

"It's easier when you remember she always had an agenda to begin with." You snapped, but quickly felt guilty when you saw the tears in Thomas' eyes. Your gaze softened. "Replicating the cure isn't gonna bring her back...we have to move on."

"I know...I know it won't bring her back..." Thomas whispered, slowly sitting down on this forest floor.

You sighed, kneeling down beside him. "I admire that you...want to save the world. But you shouldn't go on a suicide mission because of one person who's not even alive anymore." You said as softly as possible, the chirps of insects around you almost drowning you out.

"You think this is just about Teresa?" Thomas quickly asked, furrowing his brows.

You shrugged. "I know how hard you took her death. And yeah, it's been hard for me too. I was just so angry at her that I didn't allow myself to mourn. But I honestly think that Teresa wouldn't want you to kill yourself over this cure just for her."

Thomas let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. "It was never just about her. I...I couldn't save Newt. He wasn't immune, and I am. And I could've saved him if I had just listened to Teresa. So many people on this island aren't immune. Including you...if there's even the slightest chance I could make more cures in order for you to be safe...it's more than enough for me. I can't lose you too."

"Thomas..."

"I can't lose you."

You shook your head, quickly grabbing onto Thomas' hands. "Hey," You said softly, "you're not going to lose me."

"How do you know?"

"Thomas, no one here has the virus. And we're so far away from the mainland...don't you think it would be affecting people already if it could reach us here?"

Thomas stayed silent, casting his gaze to the forest floor dejectedly.

You sat closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, but still keeping your hands on his. "Thomas, I think the worst is over now. We don't have W.C.K.D. hanging over our heads, and we're not running for our lives anymore...we shouldn't have to worry about this kind of stuff anymore."

"Sometimes it's hard to believe that we don't have to run for our lives anymore..." Thomas whispered softly.

You frowned, leaning more into Thomas. "I know...I've been feeling the same way."

Thomas brought up your wrist, kissing his tattooed name gently. "I'm sorry. I hate arguing with you."

You smiled weakly. "It's okay. I'm sorry too."

"I remember you telling me that my stubbornness will get me killed someday." He chuckled, then sighed. "You weren't wrong. I know I'm stubborn."

"Hey, it's not just you. I know I'm stubborn too."

"We make such a good pair, don't we?" He joked.

The thought about the origins of your tattoos came back into your mind, causing you to frown slightly. "Do you ever think about our tattoos?" You asked hesitantly. "Like, about how they got there in the first place?"

Thomas inhaled deeply. "Yeah. I have."

"Do you think W.C.K.D. is the one who put these here?" You asked, rubbing your thumb over Thomas' tattoo.

"I don't know...maybe. But even if they did, it doesn't matter to me. I love you, and that'll never change."

You looked up at Thomas, seeing that he was already looking at you with a small smile. You felt your face heat up when he moved a strand of your hair out of your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "Thomas...?"

"Hmm?"

You leaned in and placing your lips against his gently. "I love you too."

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yes, i'm aware this was a bit of a mess lmao. hope you enjoyed regardless

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🥰

Angel, this is YOUR blog, you can decide if you eat to write any of the requests sent in and when. -E

Just saw this lmaooo, sorryy

I do have a hard time saying no sometimes, but thankfully all the requests I get are so good that I HAVE to write them😂