The Maze Runner Reacts and Oneshots

Gally Reacts to Giving You a Massage

Running the Maze was the most important job in the Glade. At least, that's what Minho always said. What he meant, you knew, was it was the hardest. Every day you came stumbling back to the Glade with blisters, torn muscles, and exhaustion... if you came back at all.

Today you came back before Minho and after you recorded the day's findings in the Map Room, you trudged your way through the Deadheads.

"Y/N!"

A smile lit up your face as you were engulfed in a hug from your boyfriend, Gally.

"How was your day, Captain?" You asked playfully.

"Eh, those shanks wouldn't get anything done without me there to direct their every move. How was running?"

"Long, as usual." You turned off the path to head towards the Medjack tent. Gally noticed and his happy attitude vanished.

"Hey, hey, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I think I just pulled something in my shoulder running today is all."

"You pulled your shoulder running? What, Minho has you running with your hands now?" Gally teased, and you rolled your eyes.

"Slim it, shank." You nudged him playfully. He shoved you back, grabbing your shoulder as he did. You flinched, and he froze.

"Did that hurt?"

"It's ok, Gally, I'll just ask Clint or Jeff for some ice."

"No, come here."

Gally pulled you onto a fallen log and poked at your shoulders.

"Ouch, Gally, quit!"

"Here's where it hurts?"

"Yeah."

"Let me see."

Gally dug his thumbs into your shoulder blades and squeezed the soreness, rubbing it into his palms.

"Since when do you know how to give a massage." You sighed, melting under his fingertips.

"Don't spread it around, ok, I'll have every shank wanting one."

You giggled, relaxing completely as Gally worked all the stress of the day off your shoulders.

"You're a saint, you know that." You mumbled.

"I know. No, shut up and enjoy it."

So, you did.