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...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Ruth B. - Dandelions 🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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"Hey, Greenie. How's the hangover?"
"Don't remind me..." Thomas groans out, digging the shovel into the grassless soil. Today is the third day of his arrival. Since the first day was the box, and yesterday, was the hangover.
"It was hilarious." Newt agrees with you, smiling amused. Thomas only scoffs, grumpy with a headache, tiredness lingering all over his face. "Yeah, well. I wish I could remember it."
"It's a shame, you were so far gone that remembering would probably not be your friend." You inform him, remembering hearing that he threw up in the bushes. Today, you're not a Runner. You won't be tomorrow either, as you're helping Thomas settle into the Glade.
But due to the hangover, he's having a real tough time doing his job as a Track-Hoe.
"Having some trouble there, Tommy?" Newt asks him curiously.
Thomas has a delayed response, lifting his head up, blinking his eyes before rubbing them, yawning shortly after. You huff, turning to face Newt thoughtfully.
People aren't allowed to slack on their duties but they can't exactly work well if they don't have a chance to recover. Newt huffs, leaning on the tree.
"If it's too hard for you to work right now, go get a glass of water from the kitchen and then come back." Newt suggests.
Thomas again, delays his response before looking over to the kitchen. Gally isn't too far away from the kitchen, where he and Frypan seem to be having a nice chat. Their words can't be heard from this distance. But they're both laughing about something.
"Do you want me to take you?" You ask him thoughtfully. Thomas nods his head silently, looking over at you before lifting a hand to his mouth, covering it as he yawns.
"Okay, go on, Y/n. Don't be too long." Newt asserts you.
You grin, ushering Thomas along. "You got it, Boss!"
