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...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~. Woodkid - Run Boy Run 🎵 ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.
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"RUN! DON'T STOP Y/N GO!" Minho cries out, your legs carrying you as fast as you can out the area. Your feet slam down on the pavement as the stone slabs had nearly squashed you walking back out, and Minho has the key secured back in his bag.
Heavy breaths escape your lips as you watch in horror. The Blades! For the first time, they're turning, shutting. Turning closed and lining up with each other.
Didn't your intuition assume this!?
"QUICK! GO!" You're back to sprinting, trying to get out as fast as you can. If you get stuck in here, if the Blades shut you in here. You'll get killed by a Griever for sure.
"We're gonna get trapped!" Minho is easily the fastest, you and Thomas having similar speeds as you follow Minho's lead, sprinting beside each other. "Go, go!"
They whir, creak shut as they turn due to rust for sitting there for so long. Dodging them in order to not get sliced as you slim past it. Unfortunately, Minho being a lot faster is able to get through a blade just before it shuts.
"WHOA!" Thomas puts an arm out to you, stopping you both before the Blade slices you good. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.
"COME ON!" Thomas yells. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of your frozen fear, and you both start sprinting as the Blades shut, sprinting to the left. They're quick, shutting with a clanged slam almost every time you get close enough to try and slide through. Minho's running on the other side of it, desperately not trying to lose sight of either of you. Turning his head forward and to the side to not lose sight of you or what's ahead of him.
"THOMAS! Y/N!" Minho shouts out, his voice echoing into the air like a cry for desperate help. "GO GO RUN YOU GOT THIS!"
One after the other it shuts. But you're pushing yourselves past the limit. Pushing yourself despite the stitch in your stomach. Your heart in your throat. The pain in your lungs. That push gets you a bit faster than the Blades themselves and you're able to get through it just in time.
