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...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Lady Gaga - Judas 🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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You had asked Gally to sleep in his own bed today as you were going to check on Thomas before you go and run in the morning. And you know you wouldn't have time to get up if you were with him.
Pulling the vest down over your chest, you tighten it before pulling the sheets back up on the bed and waving it off as that's you making your bed.
You turn your head over to the hammocks to see most of the boys asleep. Some of them are awake but either pretending to be asleep or just trying to go back to sleep. But one...stands out.
Thomas, in his hammock, is slowly rustling around from side to side. His sleeved top around his waist with a white singlet on. Cautiously, you step over to get a closer look at him. His eyes are squeezed shut, his lips pressed together as he huddles himself for warmth.
"Teresa..." His voice is quiet, almost in a mumble as he talks in his sleep. "Why are we doing this?"
He's having a memory nightmare! Isn't he?
You don't know anybody named Teresa, but that name does ring a bell.
What the hell..?
You crouch down by his hammock, placing your hand on his arm. For whatever reason, that's enough to wake him up. His chest rises up and his eyes shoot open. To prevent him from screaming out, you clasp your hand over his mouth.
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