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...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. X Ambassadors - Renegades 🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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"Wait, so just double-checking, they're only small glimpses?" Winston asks, walking beside you as you all walk along the Maze, on your way to go.
"I'm sure they're memories, but I can only ever retrieve bits and pieces, if nothing at all by the time I wake up." You sigh, holding the Stinger at the base down by your side as you walk with him. "I swear to you, I'm not trying to do all this on purpose."
"Man, if you were doing this on purpose you wouldn't be so sympathetic for Alby, or Toronto, or Ben." Fry insists. "If that doesn't prove your loyalty I don't know what will."
You sigh relieved, Thomas winking at you to give you inner confidence that you're doing alright. "Thanks, Fry. That means so much."
He chuckles, small smiles appearing on all your faces. "Well, I don't see you having any reason for anything else."
"Tell that to Gally..." You grumble disappointed. "He's not gonna be happy bringing two pieces from a dissected Griever."
"No, he won't, will he?" Minho scoffs. "He's being real moody lately."
"Yeah, he seems to be persistent with Alby's rules." You note. "He doesn't want to leave, he nearly punished both me and Thomas and I think Winston for running into the Maze, and the number of times he's barked back at some of the Glader's who give me an attitude would be enough to buy a ticket to Japan."
A few of them laugh out, including yourself. Minho chuckles, but still, completely agrees with that by the looks of it. "I would say you're being overdramatic, but you're not wrong at all. Let's just cross our fingers, yeah?"
"Yeah." You all round the corner, seeing Chuck waiting at the other end. He seemingly sighs with relief, and stretches as if he had frozen in place and hurt his muscles.
"When we get into the Glade, I'll go wash this off the best I can." Thomas replies, waving the possible key around in the air. "I think you should wash your hands too if you can."
