Brutal (Gally x reader)

5

"Hey Newtie," I greet seeing Newt near the bonfire with the greenie, "green bean." I say acknowledging his presence. "Actually it's Ben," Newt chuckles. "Well Ben, welcome to hell." I sigh placing my hands on my hips. "That bad huh?" Ben sighs darkly. "I saw someone punch a tree Ben. Yes it's that bad." I chuckle turning my heel and walking towards Fry's kitchen.

As I shuffle my way to get to Fry I get stopped by a voice yelling in my direction. "Y/n!" I turn around to see Alby coming towards me with a drink in hand. "Yeah what's up?" I sigh. He cocks his head to the side, "don't give me attitude."

I squint my eyes at him with confusion, "okay sorry. Yeah what's going on?," I say rubbing my temple slowly. "Gally wants to fight you in the fight circle. We have a new rule that is no punching or kicking, and no hits to the groin," he says pulling my arm towards the fight circle.

I step inside Gally was already there talking to Zart. "She's here." Alby announces my presence to the boys, "alright greenie, I want a rematch." Gally says sternly after turning to me. "Fine, kitten." I tease.

All the boys laugh, except for Gally. Instead he charges at me trying to tackle me to the ground. I slip away, him falling face first in the sand. I grab his arm flipping him onto his back, in a swift motion I was on top of him, straddling his lap. I pressed my hands against his stomach supporting myself. Looking down on the shocked boy I simply smirk, "well kitten, I guess I win."

Standing up I help him up. "Good fight, also you may wanna adjust your pants." I say quietly before turning on my heel and walking towards the kitchens. Gally's face was priceless, he looked like a freaking tomato he was blushing so much. Hands behind my back walking innocently. Once I arrive at the kitchen Fry was looking at me with a shocked expression on his face. "What?" I ask like nothing happened.

"I- what do you mean what!," he stampers, "You just kicked Gally's ass." "And so what? Fry oh my god look at Minho!" I say noticing the boy near the bonfire talking to Alby. Hair was messily splayed on his face, a tight brown shirt clung to his body. Fry turns to see him, his jaw dropping, and his eyes going wide. At that point at least a minute had gone by before Fry looked back at me. I take my thumb wiping around his mouth, "you had some drool," I say wiping my hand on my shirt. "So Fry, you got anything good for me?" I ask motioning to the food. He chuckles awkwardly and stirs his soup with a big spoon. Taking a bowl and filling it up halfway. Handing me the bowl I take it and am about to walk towards the bonfire before I turn to Fry and lean over whispering in his ear, "it's okay Fry."

"Okay for what?," he murmurs back. "To like Minho. It's okay to be gay. It's okay, I support you, I'm always here." I say in a soft voice. "Ok," he says softly, half of doubt half reassuring. I pivot on my heel and walk to the fire. I sit down about 5 feet away, letting the warmth of the flames engulf me. Sipping on Fry's stew quietly, until I see a person out of the corner of my eye. He approaches me slowly sitting next to me.

Gally. "Hey kitten," I say out of second nature. "Don't call me that," he commands firmly. "What has your panties in a twist?," I ask putting my bowl on the grass beside me. "Nothing was wrong with my pants," he references earlier. "I know, I was just teasing you, but then again nothing you haven't thought of before," I say looking straight at the fire. He simply rolls his eyes before he leans against a log nearby.

"Mhm so, you care to dance?" I question him. "No, dancing is weird," he gruffs. I stand up, grabbing his hand and single-handedly pull his body weight off the ground. "Y/n what the hell are we doing?" Gally mopes. I take his hand putting it on my waist I take his other hand in my own and spin us around in a circle. "Dancing," I pant.

He lets go of my waist and spins me around separately. I see his face, it wasn't bruting, or angry, or confused, or disappointed. He wore a smile that spanned ear to ear, his eyebrows almost met his hairline, and I heard him do something I've never heard him do before; laugh. Out of the entire month I'd spent here I'd never heard him laugh, actually laugh. I liked his laugh, it for some strange ass reason made me feel warm inside. Giddy even. What the hell has gotten into me?

"What're you two shanks doing?," I hear an annoyed Minho yell. "Dancing! Care to join?" I yell back offering my hand to him. He takes my hand and I detach from Gally, he pulls me in near his chest and we sway to the beat of non existent music. It was a fast rhythm moving around the large bonfire, swing and sway, swing and sway, swing and sway. Minho was smiling and laughing, spinning me around. I felt something wet touch my shoulder, I looked realizing it was a raindrop. It was about to start pouring judging by the continuous rainfall.