Gally Imagines

gally imagine nine pt. two

Part Two of my past imagine!

You could see Gally from across the Glade. He was kneeling in front of one of the shacks and carefully hammering a nail. You smiled at his secret air of gentleness. You could see the sweat soaking through his shirt and that just made you want to be near him more.

Unfortunately, you were a Medjack. At first, you had been happy about the job. Not many people got injured so you usually just spent the day laying about or talking to Gally. When Jeff started complaining to Alby about those little field trips, you had gotten a good talking to.

So you had to settle for looking out the window while you sat in silence, waiting for somebody to get injured. That's when he appeared.

Nick. He looked terrible. His eyeballs were swirling in his sockets and already you could see veins stretching out over his skin.

"What the hell happened to this slinthead?" You screeched at Minho and Ben who were carrying the convulsing boy between them.

"He obviously got stung." Minho muttered as they dropped Nick onto one of the cots. Clint and Jeff were on him in a second.

"Stung?" You whispered. It almost seemed unreal. You had of course heard about the dreadful Griever's but there hadn't been any mishaps with them in the three months you had been here.

"Yes! Stung! Are you gonna help or not, shank?" Jeff bellowed over his shoulder as he pinned Nick down.

"Of course." You said before grabbing Nick's legs, avoiding a narrow kick to the face.

It was terrible. You had to watch him scream for hours after they injected the Grief Serum. You tried to take watches but eventually you dozed off.

"Y/N...I'll take over. Go get some shut eye." Clint said softly as he woke you from your light sleep.

"Alright. Thanks Clint." You said just as Nick's screams started up again.

You didn't feel like going back to your room and hearing another guy's screams (via Teresa) so you decided to head to Gally's room. It had been a hard day.

As your approached the door to Gally's room, you heard a soft mutter.

"Teresa..." Your heart stopped. He wouldn't.

You pushed open the door to see Gally, pressed into the corner of the room, with Teresa tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

"Come on Gally. I haven't gotten you yet." Teresa purred as she stroked one of his thighs.

His eyes met with yours and he frantically shook his head. Right now, you didn't know who to be angry with. Teresa of course seemed like the prime candidate but Gally was just standing there and letting her do it.

Teresa had noticed you.

"Well I'll be on my way. See you later, shank." She loudly whispered into his ear. She left a line of kisses up his neck before firmly planting one on his mouth. You were frozen in anger.

As Teresa walked by you to head out the room, you caught a smell of her. She smelled like soap. Something you hadn't had the pleasure of today. You broke.

With one arm, you shoved her by her throat against the frame to the door. The other, you had to keep clenched into a fist to stop yourself from beating her.

"I'm of two minds to tell Alby that you've been fucking every boy here senseless. I think that you've been keeping it a secret. Even from them. They think they're the only one? Your little special play thing. Well I know the truth." You hissed at her. When she looked sufficiently scared, you released her and let her hurry off.

Gally was still frozen in the corner of the room. You sank onto his bed. He didn't move. You didn't want him to.

"What the hell was that?" You asked him and you felt surprised at the tears filling your eyes. Now wasn't a time for sadness, it was time to be angry.

"It was nothing Y/N." Gally said gently as he hesitantly sat down and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you in for a kiss and you grudgingly complied before pulling away.

"It was something Gally. She was doing that klunk and you just let her." You said angrily and his eyes widened in shock before turning angry.

"Are you seriously blaming me for this?" Gally hissed out and you felt something build inside of your chest; fear.

His eyes were angry and not filled with the love they usually were. You knew that he could be a jerk to the other Gladers and that quite a few feared him, but you never worried about that. Now Gally's chest was heaving and his eyes looked red. He had a bad temper, but so did you.

"Yes! You told me yesterday that you would never screw her. How long would it have taken you to crack, Gally?" You spit at him and next thing you knew, you were both on your feet, screaming at each other.

"I wouldn't have cracked! What I said yesterday was true! Stop being such a shank." Gally yelled in your face, using his considerable height over you.

"Oh shut up! I bet your were so hard for her! Oh Gally, let me stroke you thigh, let me kiss you in front of your girlfriend, let me fuck you senseless!" You said in a high voiced imitation of Teresa that may have not been entirely accurate.

"I was not!" He yelled as his face turned bright red.

"Oh yeah? Prove it." You said simply and then he had you shoved against the wall and his lips firmly on yours.

Gally was angry. He wanted to defend his honor and it was communicated in the kisses that he left down your neck. You twisted and turned, so that he could kiss you in places he never had before. Your legs ended up intertwined around his waist and your hands around his face so you could deepen the kiss.

"I'm only hard for you." Gally murmured into your lips and all you could do was moan in response as he lay you down on the bed.

Tonight, Teresa would get a taste of her own medicine.