HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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Literally a slow burn right here, not rlly smut, just rlly steamy xo

*
It was a casual morning in the glade, since IT happened I cannot get him out of my head.

All I visualize is how good he looked pounding into m-

"Hey y/n. What you thinking about?" Chuck asked me, sitting beside.

I gulp, shrugging my shoulders and turning my attention somewhere else.

"Gally said he wanted to talk to you, he's in the map room. You'd better be quick, he said it's urgent." Chuck brows raised innocently.

I nod slowly and hesitantly make my way towards the hut across the glade.

Knocking before entering, Gally is sat on a chair, facing me.
His eyes met mine and my hands begin to drip with sweat.

"Yes?" I stutter, tugging a piece of hair dangling in front of my face behind my ears.

He scoffs and thrust his hips in the air to adjust his seating arrangement. My eyes widen as he narrated to come over to him.

I shake my head, clearly nervous if anyone walked in.

"Do what I say, y/n." His eyes narrowed.

I stood my ground, staying stubborn, I slowly walked back, almost out of the door.

Turning my back from him, his hands landed on my hips and the pads of his fingers sliced up the hem of my shirt.

"Am I speaking English, y/n?" His rhetorical question seemed brutally like a question.

I nod my head up and down and turn, face to face with him.

A smirk peeks from his frowning face. My cheeks brighten a rose pink and I can feel my ears ringing and burning from the tension in the room.

Our lips stay centimeters apart. His hot breath traced my neck and our breathing got heavier.

His strong hands pulled my waist closer till I could feel his budge pulsing against my thigh.

All I could hear was the fast beat of his dark heart, I didn't hear the door swung open.

"What the fuck?" A deep male voice spoke from the doorway.

I quickly pushed Gally away, barely since he was too strong.

"Hey, Minho." Gally says, rolling his eyes.

"It's not what it looks like." I defend myself, pushing Gally away further.

*
It was dinner time in the glade and Frypan was handing out supper for each and every glader.
I praise Frypan's food and sit down next to Chuck, since it was too awkward sitting next to Minho.

"What did Gally want to talk to you about?" Chuck quizzes me, taking a bite of his dinner.

"Just me not having a job and having to pick one or they'll choose for me." I answer, adjusting myself in my seat so I don't look uncomfortable.

*
I could almost FEEL Minho's eyes hovering over me as I finish my food.

Brushing him off, I walk towards my hammock.

"Goodnight boys, I'm off to bed." Slowly walking towards my bed, dragging me feet for how exhausted I am.

"Hey wait up, y/n. I wanna talk to you!" Minho shouts from a decent distance, waving his hand above his head for my attention.

Turning my head behind me, I run off and shout the words "No." repeatedly.

"She's fast, she'd make a good runner." Newt laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

"Nope, not happening." Gally demanded, leaning back on his chair.

"Why not?" Alby queries him, sitting up on his log.

Gally's eyebrows frown and he starts playing with the grass.

Silence clouds the glade as all the boys eyes lay upon Gally.

"What's going on with you?" Jeff fills the mute boys.

Gally stares him down, not conveying anything that'll piss anyone off.

"Gally?" Thomas repeats.

"Nothings wrong with me, I just don't think she's right for the job, alright?" His violence with his words evolves and everyone stares him down.

"Why not, she's fast?!" Newt reports with a deep voice.

Gally stares across to Newt and says these words.

"Because she's a girl."

"So?" Zart joins the conversation.

"You lot don't bloody get it. She's a girl. I'm not saying she can't do it. She's more than capable but we've never had a girl in the glade before, you never know we may never get another. We have to keep her safe!" Gally stands up, brushes his hands through his hair and walks off into the pitch black glade.

"Shit.. you guys think he's right?" Thomas states, adjusting his seating.

"I'm not sure." Alby responds, putting his plate on the side.

*
"I'm not going to tell them what I saw, I promise." Minho begs, holding out his pinky for a interlock promise.

I cross my arms and close my eyes before interlocking my pinky with his.

"If you tell anyone I'll break your pinky." I twist his pinky to the right until he yells in pain.

I pull away and set myself into my hammock.

"Ouchie." Minho remarks sitting down in his hammock.

I laugh and drift off to sleep.