A variety of Maze Runner preferences.
Currently writing for Gally, Minho, Newt and Thomas.
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Gifs to somehow suit the preference
Youtube links to whatever I'm listening to atm...just in case you're looking for music :P
A/N: Based on the movies because I like to shake things up a little.
Also, fun fact about where I live: my running route goes past (not up- I'm not stupid) the steepest street in the world. How about that for a fun fact, kids? Here's a little pic of it:
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Also, does anyone use fanfiction.net? I've been considering posting my Subject A250 stories on there, but I'm not sure how well they'd do. Any advice?
Gally:
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It didn't take much. Tensions were running high; the doors hadn't closed, the Grievers had attacked, and a fair few had decided that Thomas was to blame. Gally included. He was walking over to the Homestead to inspect the damage, and you'd just managed to catch up with him.
"Gally, you can't just banish them for no reason. Thomas and Teresa didn't do anything!"
Gally stopped and turned around to face you. You halted. "Seriously, Y/N? You really believe that? I thought you of all people were a little smarter than that."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? They didn't do anything, Gally. You have no proof. You can't just send them to the Grievers. It's not gonna stop them from attacking each night."
He folded his arms across his chest and glared down at you. His eyes were cold. "You don't understand, Y/N."
"Don't I? I don't think any of us understand, Gally. Thomas and Teresa included. So why punish them for something none of us have any control over?"
"No, Y/N. You don't understand. You'll never understand. You didn't see them like I did. From before. They did something. They were different from the rest of us."
"Different? So what? That's not them anymore. They lost their memories, same way we all did. Thomas literally just got himself stung to get them back. What part of that tells you he's not here to help us get out?"
Gally snorted and shook his head, staring at the ground in disbelief.
"What?" you asked.
"Oh, nothing," he snarled. "Go hang out with your heroic Thomas, if you love him so much, Y/N. It's nice to know that my girlfriend would rather stick up for some dumb shank who stabs himself than the shank she's been with for a whole year now."
