I chop wood until the sun sets making it too dark to continue, but I don't want to stop because I know I sleep in Gally's room tonight. I much rather sleep in the pit, and I wonder if that could be an option, as I do busy work moving the wood to the shed and putting up the axe. "Bedtime greenie," Gally tells me making me annoyed "Just finishing up," I tell him and he grumbles under his breath as he comes closer. "You need to shower before sleeping in my room," he states when he grabs my wrist stopping my work.
This guy lives to piss me off I'm convinced. I don't argue trying Newt's whole hate-in-silence thing, plus I am drenched in sweat, and showering wouldn't be horrible. "You get the shower thing fixed?" I ask ripping my wrist out of his grasp "Yeah, I made a lock too," he says and I feel warmth spread in my chest, that's considerate, very out of character for Captain Gally. We get to the bathhouse and Gally walks inside with me showing me the stall.
"Lock the door, I'll grab your clothes and I'll be back," Gally states and I feel my stomach hit the floor at the idea of being left alone. Gally can almost read my mind as he stops in his tracks "Don't trust the lock?" he asks and I look past him to the door, but I'm thinking of the gladers past it. "It's not the lock I don't trust," I say forcing my voice to be calm and even. "I have some clothes in here, they'll be big, but you can wear them. Tomorrow before work you'll change back into your own stuff. Try not to ruin them," he says turning around for me to lock the stall and start my shower.
I'm speechless, I refuse to thank Gally, but I know if I don't acknowledge him he'll have a fit "Okay," I say shutting the stall and locking it as well. I shower in complete silence, but I feel my cheeks flush knowing that on the other side of the door is a boy, even though Gally barely qualifies. I hurry through the shower, and unlock the door sticking my hand out "Towel," I call and it's seconds before I feel the soft fabric in my hand. I pull it into the stall relocking the door as Gally lays the change of clothes over top of the door silently.
I feel slightly unsettled by the silence around Gally, I'm so used to the chaos. When I step out of the stall, I feel like a child, Gally's shirt swallowing me whole. I don't complain, as we head toward the homestead. Gally doesn't speak as we walk, but I feel his eyes, "What?" I ask annoyed "What do you mean what?" he asks matching my tone "You've been staring since I put on this thing, if it bothers you that much I'll change back into my shirt when we get inside," I tell him and I can see him shake his head.
"Don't worry about it, it doesn't matter," he tells me and I'm confused as he picks up his pace leading the way.
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Wrong Turns (Newt X Reader X Gally)
Fanfic(Y/n) wakes up in the glade to a world she doesn't understand, and competition for second in command. The contestants in question Newt and Gally fall into a battle not only for the second in command but for the girl of the glade.
