HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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A lot of grunts and yells were took from everybody around.

The man still has me in a death grip. One of the boys, seemingly much taller than the one almost choking me to death.

He whispers something in his ear, all I could hear was a deep, manly voice muttering gibberish.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" Jorge screams, attempting to throw another swing.

"Hey. Hey. I'm here!" Brenda states, stopping him from killing the man.

They hug and everyone gathers around each other, intrigued of who the hell these people are.

"We're all of the same side here." A manly voice interrupts everyone, holding a gun so glued to his chest.

The man with blue eyes drops me. I land on my knees and groan in pain, clenching my stomach as dark blood pours a pool from me.

I join the rest of my friends, holding my wound.

"What do you mean same side, who the hell are you?!" I mutter, weakly, marching forward.

The only man with the mask on, huffs slightly, tilting the gun towards the ground.

He slowly removes his mask.

"Gally?" My voice cracks weakly, I pant so quick I'm sure WCKD could hear.

"Hey, shank." His voice softened, chucking the mask to the floor.

Everyone stares at Gally in disbelief.

Gally gulps. I see Thomas run up towards Gally, impacting a punch at him so hard in the face that he stammers to the floor.

Newt comes running behind them, stopping Thomas from slamming another punch into his face.

The men around draw their guns, pointing them towards Thomas.

My vision becomes blurry as I slowly lose consciousness.

"He killed Chuck.." Thomas utters quietly towards Newt.

"I know. I know. I remember, I was there to. I also remember that he was stung and half out of his mind. Just calm down alright?" Newt states, trying to calm Thomas down.

Thomas and Newt stand next to each other in front of me and Frypan.

I sit down on the closet chair I could see. Groaning as I rest my hands in my hair, leaning forward.

Gally stands up and brushes his jaw.

"Kinda had that coming." He utters, twisting his head around.

A/N- STOP THAT SCENE WAS SO HOT STOPPPPPPPP

"Anybody else? Fry? Newt? Y/n?" Gally sarcastically remarks, not seeing the state I'm in.

Sweat poured down the side of my head. I pant relentlessly. I cling onto the chair for dear life, so I don't pass out.

"Y/n, are you ok?" Newt queries me, tapping my shoulder.

I nod, weakly, leaning back on the chair, tilting my head back over the back of it.

Everyone agrees with me.

"Do you know this guy?" Jorge says to Frypan behind.

"He's an old friend." Frypan mentions with a slight smile displayed on his face.

"How? How's this possible. We watched you die." Newt stutters, furrowing his brows.

"No, you left me to die. And if we didn't find you when we did, you'd be dead right now." Gally conveys.

I laugh silently under my breath and scoff, tilting my head to see Gally in my eyeline.

"What's so funny?" Gally reads me, obviously still pissed that Thomas punched him.

I shake my head, closing my eyes.

Everything went dark.

"Y/n?" I'm awoken a little by Brenda.

I grunt in agony as I stand up with trouble.

"Are you sure your ok?" Gally questions me, slowly walking up to me.

"Yup." I exhale, feeling the blood exit clearly onto the exterior of my hand.

"Is that blood?" Frypan asks me, seeing what I'm holding in my hand.

I hum, almost falling, Gally catches me in his arms and moves me towards the ground.

"What the hell happened?!" Thomas worries, kneeling beside me.

"No. No. No." Gally repeats, ripping a piece of fabric apart off his top and wrapping it around the wound.

Everyone in the room swamped around me, checking if I'm ok.

"She was shot." Gally confirms, holding me in his arms and carrying me to another room, bridal style.

"HEY, WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH HER?!" Thomas and the others yell, being stopped in their trail.

Gally gently places me down on a soft bed.

My vision is blurry and I cannot see much, all I see is people swamped around me.

*
I wake up from the sound of boys yelling outside. I jault, sitting up and scanning my eyes across the room.

I perch myself onto the end of the bed, whining as I feel my wound bite back at me.

Quickly, I stand up, putting a jacket over me and strutting out of the door.

In my way, I see Gally talking to some people with his mask on.

"Y/n?" He huffs out of his mask and jogs up to me.

"How you feeling?" He smiles, removing his gas mask to finally talk to me.

"Exhausted, confused, horny." I squint my eyes, looking deadly confused at him.

He laughs, crossing his arms.

"Your lucky your alive." He conveys, holding my wounded stomach in his hands.

I nod awkwardly, staring him still in the eyes.

"I missed you." His eyes meets mine as I speak those three words.

He smiles gently and quickly pulls me into a hug. His big arms crowd my head. My arms wrap around his waist.

I dig my head into his chest, feeling him play with my hair, which I missed so much.

We both pull away from the hug.

"You've got a strong punch." He holds his stomach and face, laughing his head off.

I gasp, holding my hand over my mouth as I realized I  hit him.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry." I laugh slightly.

"It's alright." He laughs alongside with me, crossing his arms.

...

"You have no idea how much I've missed your smile." He states, taking a step closer to me.

As a reflex I smile at him, his head is brought closer to mine and without words his lips are pressed against mine.

Gally's right hand is cupped my cheek and his left hand is gripped my waist.

My hands ruffle the back of his neck, drawing him closer.