Imagine Requests - Gally

The Builder Gal (for YouThoughtYouKnewMe)

Imagine requested by my very dear friend YouThoughtYouKnewMe!! ^-^ x3 Love ya, girl!

"Greenie, this is Gally. He's Keeper of the Builders, and he'll show you what to do."

You looked from Newt to the daunting figure before you, noting his curved, muscled arms, thick neck, and firm jaw. He carried an air of authority about him, one that was used to being obeyed. His expression was severe, clearly disliking the arrangement.

"And this has to be her first job?" He questioned Newt, voice deep and powerful.

'He doesn't want me here, Newt—can't you see that?'  you mentally shouted at the second in command. 'Why are you so bent on this being my first job?'

"Just give it a go," Newt replied in his thick accent. "You'll be fine."

You weren't sure whether that comment was directed at you or Gally, but he had smiled sweetly and turned away before you could find out.

You felt yourself involuntarily swallow before averting your eyes to the ground.

From somewhere above you, Gally let out a long, indiscreet sigh. "Great. Wonderful."  You could hear unhappy the sarcasm lacing his voice. "Come on, quit standing around, Greenie, there's work to do."

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There was a horrifying crash. You cringed, feeling the other Builder's stop what they were doing and their heads turned in your direction. Trying to hide your burning cheeks, you knelt and began picking up the many silver nails that were half-buried among the grass. As you were dropping them by the handful into the bucket you had tipped, a shadow fell across the ground in front of you. Your eyes briefly shut, already knowing the disapproving look etched into Gally's face.

Sure enough as you stood slowly to your feet you glanced up and him staring back down at you, brows furrowed, arms across his chest. "Do we have a problem?"

"N-no," you stuttered, then cleared your throat, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "No problem."

Gally's gaze dropped back to the ground where nearly half of the nails still remained sticking out from the grass, then he looked back at you in silent skepticism.

"I'm doing the best I can," you added, unable to hold back the annoyance in your voice, fueled by a feeling of inferiority.

"Oh, right," Gally raised his eyebrows. "Just like you did with the boards, and the tools, and the saw?"

You swallowed, feeling heat creep into your cheeks. The boards were now a jumbled heap thanks to your efforts, the tools were too unfamiliar for you to use properly, and the saw...you'd rather not think about that.

"I'm doing the best I can," you repeated, voice more strained than you would have liked, but with an underlying sharpness that you didn't bother to conceal.

"Yeah, well obviously you weren't cut out to be a builder," he retorted. "Stay here, I'm getting Newt."

The other boys had stopped working, and were all not-so-casually listening in on the humiliating conversation. Gally's public disapproval of you really hurt—even more than you knew it should, and it had sparked an ember of slowly-building anger inside of you. You just wanted to show him that you could succeed if he would quite being so judgmental and condescending.

"It might not come as naturally to me as it probably did for you, but that doesn't mean I can't get it right if I keep trying!" you snapped.

"I don't have time for this, Greenie!" Gally called back over his shoulder. "There's work to do, and you're just making the job harder."