a Whole Lotta Smut

whatever the captian wants he gets (gally x reader)

This place was the epitome of evil. The people who put you here definitely didn’t want you to find a way out. There were scary creatures lurking behind windows. And even worse, people said that the only exits from this place lead to a Maze, filled with those creatures. On top of all that stress, you had only been here for five days and you already had an enemy. His name is Gally. He’s tall, lean, muscular, stubborn, big headed, Keeper of the builders, and just an all out jerk. Every day it was one thing or another. He was relentless when it came to bullying you. And you hated it. What had you ever done to him? Well, there certainly isn’t much you could have done within the time frame of three minutes for him to dislike you. That’s exactly when the harassment started. You stood in the middle of the Glade, pondering everything about your strange new home.

“Why are you just standing there, Greenbean?” Gally asked when he walked by. He was carrying a huge log over his shoulder and stopped, staring directly at you. “Don’t you have a job to do?” You clinched your fists, and looked down at your feet, trying hard not to cry. Within five days time, he had already brought you to tears more times than you could count. You heard a thunk as he set the log down and the sound of grass shuffling under his feet as he approached you. 

He pushed you, causing you to stumble back a couple of steps. “Stop standing around and get back to work,” he growled. You looked up at his face, wishing the bead of sweat running down his head was blood instead, caused by you beating him. Your eyes stung and you turned around, joining Frypan in the kitchen.

You grabbed a saucepan from the cupboard and slammed it down onto the stove. You grabbed a spoon and threw it onto the counter. “Hey hey hey!” Frypan exclamed. “We need these pots and pans to last us a while, you know?” You put some water into the pan, just as the tears started to stream down your face. “I’m sorry, Fry. I just..can’t stand Gally,” you sobbed. Frypan laughed once. "Yeah well, none of us like him that much. He’s not easy to get on with, that’s for sure. But come help me make dinner and you’ll forget all about it.“ 

You were having a very enjoyable time with Frypan, making spaghetti, garlic bread and mixed vegetables for dinner. You were even starting to forget what happened earlier with Gally, when you heard the stomping of heavy boots sounding through the hall between the kitchen and the cafeteria. "Hey, guys, don’t eat any of the food. Y/N’s making it, and she probably screwed it up, just like everything else,” sneered a voice you already knew too well. 

You ran out of the kitchen and to the lookout, knowing that Gally enjoyed causing you so much pain. You climbed up the ladder, ignoring Newt’s calls to you. You scrambled up onto the platform and threw yourself down, sobbing uncontrollably. 

You heard Newt climbing up, but ignored him when he scooted over to you. You continued to cry when he asked what was wrong, and you refused to look at him. “Y/N, if this is about Gally again…well, I hate to tell you this, but you’re going to have to get used to it. He’s like that to everyone. You’ve got to stick up for yourself, otherwise he’s going to use your weaknesses against you,” he said encouragingly. You stopped crying and sat up, wiping away the tears. “That’s it! Now get your arse in there and serve him up a big helping of his own medicine!” You laughed at Newt’s chants, and he stood up, pulling you with him. You both climbed back down the ladder and ran back to the kitchen. 

When you got inside, Frypan handed you the large pot full of spaghetti and a serving spoon. “I’m glad you came back. They’re getting restless out there.” You started to apologize, but he interrupted you, “Just go out there and serve them before they tear this place to the ground.” You smiled and walked out the door, down the hall and into the cafeteria.