The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

"I'll Deal with you Shanks Later!" (Gally)

"Woo! Yeah! Get him, Gal!" All around you, the screams, shouts, and cheers of the other Gladers filled the air. Behind you, a bonfire crackled and popped, its flames reaching at least ten feet into the cool night air. From your spot on one of the logs surrounding the fire, you watched anxiously as your boyfriend Gally danced around the inside perimeter of tonight's makeshift wrestling ring. Although you'd seen him participate in this 'sport' several times before, it seemed that your anxiety never lessened. It was no secret that Gally was the toughest and physically strongest male in the Glade, and when you realistically considered all possible outcomes, you knew it wasn't likely that Gally would get beaten. However, you, along with everyone else in the Glade, recognized one of Gally's biggest weaknesses- his cockiness. You knew, deep down, that all it would take was one hit from someone who was smarter than him, someone who could pinpoint that very weakness and use it to their advantage. One hit. Then, Gally would be 'dethroned', and you'd be left to pick up the pieces.

Although Gally did his best to convince everyone around him that he was nothing more than a cold-hearted shank, you knew better. Granted, you'd certainly bought into his little charade (at least, for the first couple of months following your arrival). Now, though, you knew the truth. Reminiscing about your first months in the Glade made you laugh, especially when you thought about the fact that you'd been downright scared of Gally. That was, before the day he confessed his feelings for you. Smiling, you allowed yourself to revel in your memories, thinking fondly of how drastically your life in the Glade had changed once Gally revealed his true self to you. Of course, when it came to everyone else, he was still just a mean, aggressive, and overbearing asshole. But, when it came to you, the difference was night and day. Every morning he took great care to wake you gently, running his fingers lightly through your H/L, H/C hair before powdering your chin, nose, and forehead with warm, soothing kisses. Anything you needed or even wanted, he provided without a second thought or a question asked. You were his top priority, and he never hesitated to make that clear not only to you, but to every other shank in the place.

As you turned your attention back to the match in front of you, your E/C eyes met Gally's, momentarily capturing his attention. Shit. Immediately, you knew that this was the instance you'd been dreading. As if it were happening in slow motion, you watched Mo ball his fists tightly, clenching them securely to his sides before lowering his head and charging straight for Gally's midsection.

"GAL!" You screamed, simultaneously standing and covering your mouth. To your dismay, your warning came too late. Gally knew it, too, and attempted to hastily position his body in a defense form. His efforts, however, were futile. Your stomach cinched into a sickeningly tight ball as you watched Mo's head collide with your boyfriend's abdomen, knocking him instantly backwards. As he fell, Gally's head cracked audibly against the hard ground. Before you could stop yourself, you were at his side, your fingers lightly tracing the outline of his face. Although he wasn't knocked unconscious, it was obvious he'd been stunned.

"Y-Y/N?" He stammered, his eyes attempting to regain focus.

"I'm here, honey." You cooed, running your fingers gently through his short, sweat drenched hair. "Are you alright?"

"Is he alright?" Someone, Mo you assumed, shouted from behind you. Before you could stop him, Gally had hopped to his feet. Shaking his head, he stretched both arms across his body before rolling his neck and returning to starting position.

"I'm good, Slinthead. It's gonna take a lot more than that to put me out." Although he seemed fine, you were unable to stop yourself from worrying. Unwilling to continue watching the match, you turned and began making your way to the other side of the bonfire. Through the smoke, you could see two of your closest friends, Newt and Minho, sitting together. As you approached, Newt smiled and lifted a hand, gesturing to an empty spot next to him.