Lowkey Wanna Date Me When You Fuck Me - Tommy Slater

Lowkey Wanna Date Me When You Fuck Me - Tommy Slater

Don't mind me, just trying to exhaust myself so I can get over this dude quicker

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NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI

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Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Tommy's rough thrusts paired with his thumb circling your clit had you coming with a loud moan, then the oversensitivity of feeling Tommy release inside of you made you let out a high pitched whine.

"Oh god, fuck-!" You couldn't help but giggle, hearing Tommy curse was such a rare occurrence. You didn't know if it was to keep up his golden boy status or what, but he almost always cursed when he orgasmed.

Tommy collapsed beside you on your bed with a huff, quickly sporting a goofy grin. You crawled out of bed as soon as he moved to put his arm around you, causing his grin to fall. You entered your bathroom, and called out to him before shutting the door. "See ya tomorrow, dude!"

Tommy sighed heavily, rolling out of bed and dressing himself. "See ya...dude..."

You and Tommy had been close friends ever since you were kids, only living a few blocks away from each other was part of that, but you also got along and went to the same school. You had the same friend group and would hang out with them almost every day. When Tommy started to date Cindy Berman, you felt like your world was ending. Not only because someone else was stealing away your friend, but you also had a massive crush on him.

When your parents eventually divorced, you lost all desire to be in a relationship. You already tried "dating" around to get rid of those feelings of heartbreak from Tommy and none of those ended well, but the divorce just finalized your decision to just never allow yourself to like someone as more than a friend.

Then Tommy and Cindy broke up. Once Cindy confessed that she was in love with her friend Alice, all he wanted was for her to be happy. But he couldn't help but feel sadden whenever he saw them holding hands or stealing kisses in the halls of their school, because he really did like Cindy, but he was genuinely happy that she was with the person she truly wanted to be with.

Not having Cindy around that much anymore, he started to reconnect with you after years of just stealing glances at each other from across classrooms and hallways, and he realized that he had missed you a lot. He could tell you changed a lot, but you thought he was the same old sweet virgin Tommy, which for the most part, he was. But, one thing, he wasn't a virgin anymore. And after having sex the first time, he knew it wasn't something that he could live without, but he had no one to help satisfy his needs. But coincidentally, you felt the same way.

It was inevitable, but you and Tommy had started a friends with benefits type agreement. You scratch his back and he scratched yours, it was a win win and you were able to stay friends comfortably.

You knew it was probably a mistake, but Tommy was a naturally cuddly guy and he would always want to cuddle after sex, which you indulged. But you kept telling yourself that it was just friendly cuddles, and that it didn't mean anything. All friends cuddle, right?

Being the close friends that you were, you two hung out a lot, even when you two weren't having sex. Your hangouts usually consisted of watching cheesy horror films on VHS while eating gratuitous amounts of buttered popcorn, or simply cruising around town while listening to music. It was nice...too nice.

There was one night where Tommy stayed over and watched a film with you, but you spent most of the time making out with him and completely disregarding the movie. But it never escalated into sex like it normally did, you two just fell asleep on your bed in each others arms. Waking up the next morning to see his adorable sleeping face beside you, it made you feel safe, a feeling that you hadn't felt in so long that it was almost foreign. But then you realized what that feeling meant, and it scared you.

After that, you made it a point to never cuddle after you had sex with Tommy, thinking that it would help dull those feelings down. But to your dismay, it didn't work. You started to avoid Tommy altogether, except for the times you had sex, just so you could try and fight the feelings of butterflies in your stomach every time you saw his stupid face. You would not allow yourself to actually fall for someone, you couldn't.

And you could tell that Tommy knew something was up. The little huffs of annoyance when you wouldn't allow him to touch you before or after fucking, the constant avoidance and excuses you'd come up with just to avoid him during the day. He started to think he did something wrong, which he kind of did in your mind. But you didn't think to address it until you had lunch off campus with your friend Joan.

"So..." Joan drawled out, taking a hit of her doobie before continuing, "How's your relationship with Tommy going?"

You furrowed your brows, letting out a scoff. "Tommy and I aren't in a relationship."

Joan had a look of pure confusion on her face. "But like, you two act like a couple."

"We just fuck, Joan. Nothing else." You spat, starting to get annoyed, which was odd because Joan never made you mad, like ever.

"Huh..."

"What?"

"It's just, Tommy seems so head over heels whenever he talks about you, like he's totally bewitched."

"He talks about me?"

"Oh yeah, all the time. He basically talks all our ears off about how amazing you are and shit, I can practically the stars in his eyes whenever he does, it's kinda cute, actually."

You could almost feel the panic attack bubbling in your chest. No, this wasn't how this was supposed to go. This was just supposed to be like a business arrangement, that's how you treated it, that's how he was supposed to treat it. You were supposed to be able to just stay friends, not allowing yourself to get attached.

You were pissed off, almost felt betrayed in a way. Why, how could Tommy do this to you? He knew how you felt about relationships, you even confided in him about how your parents' divorce made you feel. He should've known better than anyone that a relationship was not what you wanted. You didn't want a relationship, right?

As much as you knew that you needed to confront the situation, it was one of those things that you hoped would just resolve itself on its own. It was spring break, and you pretty much spent most of the time locked away in your bedroom. Every day, you would hear the landline ring and you'd pull your pillow over your ears and tried to ignore the annoying ring. You never picked it up, because you knew it would be Tommy. The one time your mother was home, she answered the phone and you had to pretend to be asleep.

Once the ringing stopped over time, you felt really bad about the whole thing. It's like he finally gave up, and that should've made you happy, but it didn't. You missed Tommy, as much as you hated to admit it. He wasn't just your fuck buddy, he was your best friend. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best choice to start a friends with benefits relationship with someone you used to have a crush on, no matter how long ago it was.

You were just laying in bed one day, until you were spooked by hearing the front door of your home being knocked on loudly. You huffed, you really didn't want to deal with anyone right now. But the knocking started again, and they wouldn't stop. Jesus, this person's persistent.

You grumpily got out of bed, stomping your way downstairs and opening the door, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing you from your self loathing. You instantly regretted it when you saw that it was Tommy, wearing an expression that you rarely ever saw him wear: anger.

"Where have you been, Y/n? I've been worried sick!" Tommy fumed, entering your home without asking.

"I've been here..." You replied, uncomfortably rubbing your arms. You had never really seen Tommy actually angry before, and it didn't feel good to have it directed at you.

"I've been trying to call you, and you never pick up. I even went to Joan and asked her what was going on, but she wouldn't tell me anything. Did I do something wrong or something? Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I...haven't been avoiding you."

"You're lying." He let out a bitter laugh, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes pleading for an actual answer. You blinked in surprised, you didn't think he'd be so bold to call you out. "You've been avoiding me for awhile now. I just...I just want to know what's wrong. We used to be able to tell each other anything, remember?"

You bit your lip, starting to feel your hands shake nervously. "It's complicated, Tommy."

"Is it? Is it really?" He sighed. "Please, was it something I did?"

"Yes." You answered bluntly, leaving Tommy speechless for a moment.

"Did I...did I hurt you?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, Tommy, you didn't hurt me. Quite the opposite actually." He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Joan told me about what you've been saying, about me."

"What? I've only ever said nice things about you."

"I know, that's exactly it! You're acting and talking about me like we're together when we're not. You've gotten attached."

Tommy blushed. "I haven't..."

You chucked bitterly. "I'm sorry, but we can't do this anymore. You'll have to find someone else to fuck."

"So that's it then? It's just over?" You nodded curtly, causing Tommy to look dumbfounded. "So you're telling me, that after all this time we've spent together, you haven't felt anything for me? Nothing?"

You gulped, pushing back the feeling of wanting to cry. "No..."

"You're lying." He repeated more firmly.

"I told you that I don't want to be in a relationship, I don't want a partner. It's a waste of time and energy."

Tommy had a surprisingly calm visage after all the hurtful things you've said, and only took a few steps toward you, making you back up until your back hit the wall. "You don't believe that. You're lying to yourself." He stood only a few inches away from you, feeling his body heat envelop you.

You grit your teeth, feeling the urge to slap him. "I'm not fucking lying."

Tommy nodded slowly, a tight lipped smile on his face as he finally backed away from you. "Fine." He said plainly, but you could see the shine of unshed tears in his eyes. "Guess I was wrong...my mistake. I'll leave you alone then." And with that, he exited your home, closing the door gently.

You ran up to your room, laid back down on your bed and cried. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel this way. This was only ever supposed to be fun, but now you were feeling worse and lonelier than you've ever had before.

You hoped that would've been the end of it, but several days later, you still felt awful.

Goddamn it.

Pushing Tommy away didn't work. You kept telling yourself over and over that you had no feelings for him whatsoever. You didn't want to admit it, Tommy was right. You were lying to yourself. You didn't know if you could fix it, but you were scared that you could. You didn't want to end up like your parents, you didn't want to get burned by someone you cared about. You didn't want to get betrayed. But Tommy was different, and maybe you did want to see where a relationship with him would go.

It took a couple days of thinking it over. The thoughts alone terrified you, but also filled you with a sort of excitement that you had never felt before.

That fear of rejection settled into the pit of your stomach as you walked to Tommy's house, what if you went too far, what if he actually gave up and has already started to move on, what if he hated you? Those thoughts alone would've been enough to make you turn around and head back home, but you didn't want to be a coward, you'd done that enough already.

You desperately tried to calm your fast beating heart as you came to stand right in front of Tommy's front door, your reflection in the glass storm door mocking you by showing how panicked you looked. You opened the storm door and knocked on the wooden door behind it, your knocks stuttering at first, then stepping back and anxiously waiting for the door to eventually open.

When Tommy opened the door and saw you standing there, you noticed his immediate frown. "What are you doing here?" You tried not to wince at his slight accusatory tone, but you knew he was just hurt.

"Can we talk?" You asked timidly.

Tommy let out a sigh before stepping aside and gesturing for you to enter his house. He closed the door behind you and walked to his living room, crossing his arms. "Well?" He looked at you expectantly. "You want to talk, so talk."

You felt all your nerves that you tried to push away come back at full force, you couldn't even get your mouth to open, much less get yourself to talk.

Tommy soon lost his angered expression, not being able to be mad for too long. He saw how nervous you looked, he had a feeling about why you finally came to his place, at least he hoped. He didn't want to make this any tougher on you. "Look, Y/n, if you don't want to do this with me anymore, that's fine. You were right, I got attached. If I actually am wrong and you don't feel anything for me, then I'm sorry. When you said what you said, I was hurt and I lashed out. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable."

You casted your gaze downwards, feeling like a spotlight was on you. You had to tell the truth, no matter how scary it was. "Tommy..." You exhaled shakily. "I came here to say that I'm sorry too. I did say some pretty hurtful things, and you didn't deserve that. And I came to tell you that...you were right. I was lying, to you, to myself. I...have started to feel things for you, that's why I've been avoiding you, cause it's scaring the hell outta me." Your hands were shaking, stuttering over your words by the time you finished, but you couldn't see Tommy's face, you didn't want to.

Tommy walked closer to you, but you kept your head down, only able to see the toe of his shoes. You flinched as he placed a delicate hand on your shoulder, gently wrapping his other arm around you and pulling you into a hug. "It's okay." He whispered. "You don't have to be scared, not with me."

You relaxed into his hold as best you could, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. "I don't know if I can do this, Tommy. I've never really tried, with anyone."

Tommy pulled away, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at you, his hands still wrapped around your torso. "Hey, we don't have to pick up right where we left off, ya know? We can start over, take things slow, if that's what you want."

You chuckled. "I don't think we can start over in that regard. I mean, we've already-"

"Yeah, yeah," Tommy interrupted. "sex was that good, huh?" He teased, making you blush. "But I mean it, if you want to start over, we can. Whatever will make you feel more comfortable."

It was probably not the most appropriate time, but you started to feel a rush of heat surge through you. You'd never met someone as kind as Tommy, you've never been treated with so much respect from someone, you realized that those qualities were attractive as hell. "I think, I think we should pick up where we left off...right now."

Tommy raised a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Seriously? Right now? You sure?"

You nodded, leaning forward and standing on your toes, kissing Tommy feverishly. Maybe you should've waited, maybe you should've stopped, but you suddenly had a new hunger for Tommy and you didn't think you could've stalled it for very long.

"Ya know," Tommy started between kisses, "you don't have to do this if you're not-"

You sighed, pulling back to look Tommy in the eyes. "Tommy, please, I want you. I want you so bad it hurts, okay? And I really wish it hadn't taken me this long to finally realize...I don't care if I eventually get hurt, I just want to be with you."

Tommy grinned, kissing you once more. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make sure that I'm the one who gets hurt if it ever comes to that. If I ever hurt you, god forbid, I will let Sarah Fier gut me herself."

You giggled, starting to kiss his neck. "I think that's a tad excessive. I'd do it myself." You heard Tommy sigh heavily as you nipped at an especially sensitive spot, his hold on your waist tightening with every noise you forced out of him.

Tommy dragged you to his bedroom, closing and locking the door as you sat at the foot of his bed. You reached out and hooked your fingers into the belt loops of his blue jeans, pulling him closer with a smirk. He leaned down to kiss you, groaning into your mouth as you started to palm his hardening length through the thick material.

Tommy soon grabbed your hand, gently pushing you down so you lay flat against his bed. He trailed kisses down your neck, lifting your shirt up over your head so he could kiss the skin of your torso and further down until he reached the waistband of your pants. You squirmed as he slowly pulled your pants and underwear down your legs, goosebumps raising all over your body as he ghosted his fingers up and down your thighs. He gave you a teasing smirk as he purposely ran his hands over every part of your body except the place you wanted him the most, the soft whine that escaped your mouth giving him an ego boost. "Tommy, please." You breathed out, gripping the sheets beneath you as you felt your core throb from lack of attention.

You bit your lip as you felt Tommy trail sloppy kisses up the inside of your thighs, his warm breath hitting your core, making your toes curl. You let out a small gasp as he ran his middle finger up and down your folds, gathering your slick and circling it around your clit slowly. Tommy placed a feather light kiss to your clit before pushing his finger inside you, the soft squelch music to his ears, he hadn't even warmed you up yet and you were already so wet for him. A part of Tommy would like to think that finally confessing each other feelings for one another helped in that regard.

You arched your back slightly as Tommy curled his finger, already finding that special spot inside you, trying your best to silence the whimpers you so desperately wanted to let out. Tommy noticed how red and swollen your bottom lip was from how often you were biting it, that did not make him happy. "I want to hear you." Tommy voiced lowly, leaning his face close and finally tonguing your clit gently as he continued curling his finger inside of you.

"Fuck-!" You gasped, lolling your head back and your hand replacing the bedsheet with Tommy's hair, encouraging him to continue. Your hips bucked as Tommy added a second finger, his mouth completely devouring your aching nub, throwing you for a loop as you could never get used to how talented he was with his tongue.

You quickly felt a thin layer of sweat building up on your forehead, Tommy forcing your body to exert itself in the best way possible. He removed his fingers from you as you started to rut against his face, bringing both of his hands to grab onto your legs, placing them over his shoulders and holding you in place.

"Ah-!" You cried out as you soon started to feel that familiar heat rush through your core, the pleasure building and building, almost becoming unbearable until, "I'm gonna cum!" You felt like Tommy was going to bruise your thighs by how tightly he was holding onto them, but the slight ache made the pleasure all the more intense. That tight coil of pleasure finally snapped, a tidal wave of euphoria washing over you, the thought that it was Tommy making you feel this way making your stomach flutter even after you came down from your high.

You looked down at Tommy, seeing him gaze lovingly at you with heavy lidded eyes, almost like he just had an orgasm himself. He kissed the inside of your thigh once more, crawling up your body and placing an open mouthed kiss on your neck, then connecting your lips with his.

You smiled at him, his eyes staring into your own and looking like he wanted to say something, but he refrained and kissed you once more before you started to palm his forgotten erection. Tommy's eyes rolled to the back of his head as you reached into his jeans and started rubbing him, his cock already aching for you.

Tommy sat up, removing his clothes in a hurry and was back on you in an instant. He kissed your cheek as he gently rubbed himself between your folds, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance before he pushed in, slipping through easily from the combination of your cum and his saliva. "God, you feel so amazing." Tommy grinned, bringing up a hand to caress your other cheek.

Usually, Tommy didn't take but a few seconds to let you adjust, he usually started with a quick pace. But he didn't even move for a minute, then started to slowly thrust, watching your every expression intently. You whined as he continued his slow but deep pace, hitting every spot inside of you like his cock was made for you. Surely, keeping up such a slow pace wasn't that pleasurable for Tommy, but he wanted this to last. He just wanted to look at you, taking in every noise you made.

Tommy wrapped his hand around your throat, not squeezing, as he picked up the pace. You both moaned in tandem, Tommy now finally chasing after his own high, but still trying to focus on you. You gripped at his shoulders, his cock stretching you so deliciously to the point you knew you wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence even if you tried. You already felt close to another orgasm, Tommy hitting that spot inside you over and over again with every rigorous thrust of his hips. It only took a few more snaps to send you over the edge, his name the only word you could cry out as your second climax knocked the breath out of you.

Tommy wasn't that far behind. He tried to keep his eyes open as he felt himself getting close, your face the only thing he wanted to see as he orgasmed. "Fuck, Y/n...!" He groaned, his breathing uneven and thrusts stuttering, his cock twitching inside of you before he finally released. He placed his forehead against yours as he moaned loudly, his hips stilling as his last ropes of cum emptied out inside you.

You kissed his forehead as he exhaled shakily, the lopsided grin that graced his face causing your face to flush with heat. Tommy laid down beside you, his puppy dog eyes looking up at you with amazement. He started to reach out for you but hesitated, pulling back with a frown as he remembered that you didn't like to cuddle. But things were different now, you cared for one another and you really wanted to try to be his partner.

Tommy's eyes widened as you curled up next to him, wrapping his arm around yourself and resting your head on his chest. He didn't know whether to cry or cheer, he figured either reaction wouldn't be that appropriate. So he decided to relax into your embrace, relishing in the moment, a grin settling on his face as he realized there would be more times like these.

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Yikes, I'm just projecting, aren't I? Anyways💅🏻

Nightmares

(Gally x Reader)

Some hurt/comfort for y’all, have a slice. I got kinda teary-eyed with this, that has to mean I did something right lol Requested by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor ♥️ Enjoy!

The Safe Haven was beautiful. Warm, peaceful, free from all the dangers and chaos you all had grown so accustomed to over the hectic course of your lives.

After being there for a little over five months, surrounded by people you loved and basking in a comfort you hadn’t ever thought you’d come to know, you were finally starting to let the dreadful memories you carried with you fade into the back of your mind.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t always easy, especially when it was time to go to sleep. You had no control over what your dreams might bring you, there was no predicting whether you would wake up with a serene smile or be jolted awake in the middle of the night with tears rolling down your face.

Keep reading

I love you MORE bitchhhh, I ain't ever gonna stop loving you MORE bitchhhhh

Ooh ooh can you do newt or Thomas falling for Gally’s little sister? And him just being his normal grumpy self about it?? Please

When I think of Gally, I never think "brother"...but sure! Lmao. Got a little bit carried away with this one sooo, enjoy?

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You had a brother, and you didn't even remember. Well, until you got stung by a Griever.

Being stuck in a Maze full of girls and one boy, it didn't even occur to you to wonder if you had any family outside of the concrete walls. You only considered your fellow Icers to be your family. But being one of the few lucky (or unlucky) souls that lived through getting stung by a Griever, you remembered so much; not a lot, but you didn't care that you couldn't, you were just so thankful you could remember Gally.

After escaping the Maze, you prayed to every deity you could think of hoping that Gally survived somehow, wherever he was.

Seeing the new arrivals from Group A, seeing that it was mostly boys and one girl, you knew that had to be where Gally was. You didn't even hesitate, you ran up to the group as they entered the cafeteria, all wide-eyed and staring at you like you were a lunatic. "Is Gally with you?" Your question seemed to make everyone speechless, a few seconds having to pass before one boy spoke up.

"Wait, you know Gally?" A blonde boy with a British accent asked.

"He's my brother."

"He's dead." A voice rang out, coming from the brown haired boy that stood in front of the group.

You froze, feeling your heart beat erratically. "What?" You stuttered.

"Are you deaf? I said he's dead, and he had it coming."

"Tommy-" The blonde placed his hand on "Tommy's" shoulder, but he pushed him off.

"He killed my friend, tried to kill me, all of us. He was insane-" You couldn't let him speak any longer, you cut him off by landing a rough punch to his cheek. He stumbled backwards, obviously getting caught by surprise. You moved to hit him again, but you were quickly detained by a couple of guards who were watching the whole encounter.

"You bastard!" You screamed, not caring who was watching or who heard you; you were in such agony that you couldn't even think. Your fist ached to wipe that almost smug look off of that brunette's face, even though it was already throbbing from when you first hit him. At that point, it didn't matter. You couldn't find it in yourself to care where the guards were dragging you.

The next day, by some miracle or stroke of luck, you managed to befriend the blonde who you now learned was called Newt. He apologized for his friend's behavior, and he filled you in on everything that happened to your brother. It was a shock, a painful one, to hear what he did under the influence of Griever venom, but it didn't lessen your love for him, not one bit. Newt tried to make you understand that Thomas wasn't a bad guy, he was just in pain from his own loss and needed someone to blame. It didn't matter what he said, you still felt deep anger for the so called leader.

But as your luck would have it, you were all but forced to join Thomas' group. Learning that you were all in a W.C.K.D. compound, you didn't really have a choice in the matter. Aris seemed to trust them, and Newt was good at convincing you, so you were doomed from the start.

It was tense in the beginning, having to be in the company of the boy you attacked, a nice purple bruise formed on his cheekbone that managed to stay there for awhile. You tried to hide that fact that you smirked every time you spotted the shiner, but apparently not well enough.

It became almost comical how often you and Thomas would bicker back and forth, every day, any chance you both got. Of course, neither of you thought it was amusing, but everyone thought so, and that was even more annoying. Some days, you wished you had stayed at that W.C.K.D. facility, getting your blood drained sounded more appealing than having to converse with Thomas the blockhead every day.

You tried to fight it, your growing affection for the idiot. You found yourself...caring, about the boy. It was hard to ignore, how your chest seemed to tighten unbearably whenever you feared for his life, how you felt heat rise up beneath the skin of your cheeks whenever he said your name, even if it was in anger or annoyance. There came a point when you couldn't hide it anymore, when Thomas stopped hissing your name and started to speak it more delicately, almost fondly.

Likewise with Thomas, he started to care for you. It was a drastic change from when you two first met, absolutely hating each other to saving each other's lives from time to time. Being Gally's sister, Thomas viewed you as someone not to be trusted, even before he actually knew you. His hatred for Gally seemed to pass over to you, even though you were your own person. The punch you managed to land on him just strengthened that belief. But he couldn't refuse Newt when he talked him into taking you with them when they planned to escape. Then, he was forced to get along with you.

It didn't take long for Thomas to view you as someone different from Gally, before you were one and the same, but you had a kind of softness that he never saw in Gally. He grew self-conscious of his interactions with you after the group started joking that you both argued like an old married couple, as if they even knew what that looked like. But they were eventually proved right when Thomas started to protect you more than others, he just brushed it off by saying you were the weakest and needed to be treated as such. He totally didn't do it because he was afraid of losing you, how stupid would that be...

The betrayal of Teresa only brought the both of you closer, sharing in the pain of losing family, even if it was different circumstances. Thomas staring into your soul with those big brown eyes, you so badly wanted to kiss him, but you remembered how hatful he was to you in the beginning, how you were as well, you thought he couldn't possibly reciprocate if you were to lean in; the thought along scared you out of doing it.

As you started planning the details of recusing Minho, the unexpected happened. You were all captured by men in masks, put in the back of vans and transported to who knows where. But when the leader took off his mask, you almost fainted.

"Gally?"

Your trembling voice seemed to echo throughout the group, causing Gally to almost drop his gun. "Y/n?" He remembered you, he actually remembered you.

You went to jump into his arms, but Thomas beat you to the punch, literally. You immediately went to stop him from beating Gally to a pulp, along with Newt, convincing him to back off. "Kinda had that coming." Gally rubbed his aching jaw.

Like most family reunions, it was awkward at first. You had so much you wanted to tell Gally, and you could tell he did too, but business came first. But eventually, you did have time alone with him. You talked about what you remembered about each other, time in the Mazes, how he survived, how you ended up with Thomas' group. You were just so happy to have your brother back, even if no one else shared the same sentiment. You had actual flesh and blood in this world, it was a feeling you couldn't even begin to describe.

You instantly picked up on Thomas' wariness of your brother, the last memory of him killing someone important to him. But you tried to get across that Gally wasn't that same person in the Glade, he was different now, more grown up and mature. "Come on, Thomas, just give him a second chance. Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance? You gave me one."

"That was different. You punched me, not killed one of my friends."

You sighed. "Gally was stung, Thomas. You know how that affects people."

Thomas didn't want to budge on his opinion, but he knew you were right. Your pleading eyes didn't really make him stand a chance anyway. He promised you he'd play nice, even though ever fiber of his being wanted to put another spear through the guy's chest.

For Gally, seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, filling his lung. You were always going to be his baby sister, even if you were grown and could take care of yourself. You managed to make it through the Scorch and could outrun Cranks, he was proud of you. What worried him though was how close you seemed to be with Thomas. It's not like Gally hated Thomas like he did him, but that big brother side of him wanted to shield you away from anyone and everyone, Thomas was no exception.

It was funny at first, Gally being overprotective of you, but it soon lost its charm. Every time you were alone with Thomas, Gally always managed to show up at the worst times. It annoyed you and you could clearly see how it annoyed Thomas, but Gally always had an amused smirk on his face.

You loved your brother and you had missed him so much, but he needed to chill out. "Why must you follow me around like a lost puppy, Gal?" You whined.

"What? I can't make sure my baby sister is okay?"

"I'm not a baby anymore, Gally. I can take care of myself. I don't need you hovering over my shoulder all the time."

"It's my responsibility to make sure you stay out of trouble, especially when you're always hanging around Thomas." He mumbled that last half of that sentence.

You scoffed. "Oh come on. Really?"

"I see the way you two look at each other. Need I remind you that he left me to die?"

"Gally..." You spoke softly. "That was a long time ago, you both were different then. Truth is, I've been on my own for most of my life, I've had to learn how to take care of myself. I love that you're back in my life, I've missed you so much...but I don't need you to take care of me anymore."

Gally chuckled weakly. "My earliest memory is having to take care of you...you scraped your knee after falling down on the sidewalk and you were crying. I cleaned you up, put a Band-Aid on your cut and kissed it. I said that...I said that-"

"Your kisses were magic, that they could heal any wound."

"Then you said that magic wasn't real, stupidhead." He chuckled softly, his smile turning into a frown.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore, Gally. And as for Thomas...I care about it, a lot. And he cares about me. He's a good guy, you just have to give him a chance."

Gally sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. But if he even looks at you the wrong way, he'll be six feet under faster than he can say wicked."

Eventually, you could see a pleasant change in Thomas' behavior around Gally. After the war with W.C.K.D. and the rescue mission, he and Gally seemed to grow closer, just a little bit. But it was even to make you know that everything would be okay.

"So, are you and Gal best buds now?" You teased Thomas, poking his side while to two of you sat next to the campfire together.

Thomas scoffed, smacking your hand away. "Yeah, right. He wished he could be best friends with me, I'm too cool for him."

"Not." You snorted. "My brother is the coolest person I know."

"Well, am I at least in second place?"

You giggled. "Yes, of course." You placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Just a kiss on the cheek? What, is Gally around or something?" He looked around obnoxiously. "No, I don't see him anywhere."

"Oh, shut up, ya idiot." You shut him up by placing a kiss on his lips, feeling him smile as he raised his hand up to hold the back of your head.

"Hey, hey, hey, cut that out." You both groaned as Gally's voiced boomed in your ears, causing you both to hesitantly pull away from each other.

"Gally the cockblock, who would've thought?"

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apparently group B were called Icers in the graphic novels? The more you knowww

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(Gally x Reader)

So this idea popped into my head and I was like “Immediately yes. Immediately yes.” I had to write it asap, it was too cute not to. Enjoy!

Gally’s return had left you more shaken up than anything had in months. You’d been nothing short of stupefied when his mask dropped to the ground and you couldn’t fathom how you had managed to keep your composure and preserve a stoic expression.

Gally was back and he was going to help you.

That was one sentence you hadn’t imagined to ever emerge in your mind, yet somehow, it was reality.

Despite so many conflicting emotions coursing through you, one intercepting another, you could easily spot the one emotion you weren’t feeling. Anger. There wasn’t an ounce of it in you, not towards Gally anyway. You weren’t sure if you were ready to jump into his arms and tackle him in a hug, but you definitely didn’t feel the itch to punch his lights out.

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Gladers reacting to their S/O on her period please, love? If you're comfy with that ❤

Thomas: He’d be so confused at first, not sure why you’re in a a bad mood for seemingly no reason. He’d wonder if he’d done something wrong, get antsy about it, ask around to see if you’d said anything to anyone. But after you explained it to him he’d do whatever he could to help you through it. Though he’d be secretly relieved that it wasn’t anything he’d done

Newt: He would also be pretty puzzled by your strange mood changes. If you were to accidentally snap at him out of the blue or brush him off he would definitely take it personally at first and feel hurt by it, but after you finally told him what’s up, he’d be very understanding and patient with you. Getting you whatever you need and holding your hand through it.

Minho: He’d feel bad for you, of course, but deep down he’d be sort of amused by it. Not in a jackass kind of way, he’d just find it slightly funny how you would get upset over little things one minute and then get over it and get super clingy the next. Though he could let out a few chuckles about it, no one else would be allowed to do the same. He wouldn’t tolerate anyone making fun of you.

Gally: He would get very worried. He’d absolutely hate to see you miserable, in pain or in a bad mood, especially when there’s nothing he could do about it. He’d try to cheer you up to the best of his abilities, bringing you your favorite snacks, cuddling you, covering your face with kisses and whispering comforting things in your ear. He would also make sure no one dared to mess with you during that time, because if anyone did, there would be hell to pay.