SERIES DISCONTINUED :C
I wanted to write a Gally x reader story because Gally gets a lot of hate sometimes and he's underrated :/
Some of this will be my own little AU of what I believe are the sexualities of the characters, gender identities, inclu...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Maze Runner - Going Back In 🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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So it's safe to say that wasn't the only drink you had. Turns out, there's a lot of 'Gally's recipe' which has been put away in storage. At least a good fifty jars or so.
You and Minho tried a jar, drinking another one with Gally and Alby. Newt is deciding to stay sober to take care of the four of you and keep Chuck away from any alcohol.
So...we have our four drunk dancers.
Yep. You're drunk. After three jars, drinking it with the boys. You were tipsy. You're currently holding your fourth jar, dancing around the fire with Minho who is pretty much gone as well.
Gally and Alby are still tipsy, but they're coming close to being drunk despite having more than the pair of you combined.
"Ay yo, how much did they drink man?" Frypan asks, laughing straight afterward.
"Enough." Newt chuckles, watching you both with his arms crossed, sitting on a log. "I think I should sober them up."
"Nah, let them have a bit of fun for a minute longer." Fry reckons.
Newt seems unsure, wary of you as you dance around the fire. He looks at you like a sister. Holds you dear and close to his heart like one for sure. But he doesn't know what you see in him.
Nevertheless, he isn't so okay with you being this drunk, and it's making him antsy.
You accidentally crash into Minho who clutches you for support. So he, and yourself don't fall while you're currently dissolving into laughter.
"Watch it there, Shank." Minho's words are a mix of slurred and giggles, both of you can't really take each other seriously.
"I didn't mean to!" You grin, putting a step back to steady yourself. You're feeling light, and it's hard to focus. You don't feel dizzy. Your head feels fuzzy, yet everywhere it's meant to be. But then again, you can't walk straight.
