The Maze Runner Imagines

The Punch (Gally)

To say that Gally hated you, was an understatement.

He loathed you. He grimaced at you as if you were rubbish. And he blamed you for pointless shit that you didn't understand.

It didn't really bother you though, you had Newt, and Chuck. But you wanted something more than friendship, someone to hold you, to love you.

And you didn't understand why he hated you so much.

"Hey, y/n, are you comin'?" Newt asks, his British accent shining through this particular question as he hops from foot to foot, careful not to apply pressure to his bad leg.

You nod, laying down the various tools you were working with and following the British teen towards the ever-growing bonfire.

As usual, Gally's secret recipe was being handed around, and you quickly take a glass before anyone noticed, as they didn't let you drink his moonshine concoction.

You take a large gulp, followed by another and another, rapidly laying the glass on the grass out of sight of Newt as he walks past, sending you a small smile.

Gally was in the fighting circle, and with a sudden burst of adrenaline, you found yourself there too. He emits a small chuckle upon your arrival in the fighting rink, "are you lost, shuckette?"

This earns a laugh from his builder friends, but you throw yourself fowards before he can react and punch him solidly in the mouth. He falls backwards, obviously unexpecting the sudden flourish of confidence from you as you push on his chest. Gally topples to the floor, causing you to crash down on top of his rock hard chest, as you had clumisly lost your balance.

A eerie silence resonates across the glade as the boys glance down at the two of you struggling against eachother, limbs and clothes entangled in the misdt of your wrestling.

"Let go of me!" You cry out, crimson red flaring in your cheeks as you struggle to pull your leg from under his larger frame.

"I'm sorry!" Gally gulps, a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks as he stares into your eyes, "I'm sorry, y/n, you don't deserve to be treated this way. I'm a shuckfaced slinthead, and I've fallen so hard for you."

The only sounds surrounding you were the frantic pants of your breathing and a subtle gasp of a glader nearby. "W-what?" You stutter, unable to form coherent words.

Gally pulls away from you, and you suppress the butterflies tingling in your stomach as he leaves the fighting circle and heads into the woods.

"Did he hurt you, y/n?" Newt asks, crouching by your side and examining your face and body for bruises or cuts.

You shake your head, staring off into the dark abyss of the woods and contemplating your thought of following him. But that thought was delayed as you are pulled to your feet and over to the bonfire.

"What's going on in that big brain of yours?" Newt wonders aloud, concern etched across his features.

"I-" You start, but you stop yourself as your thoughts go back to the incredibly tall, muscled builder.

"You like him, don't ya?" Newt smiles, as a noticable scarlet creeps onto your cheeks, "go get him then."

With one last smile in Newt's direction, you quickly gather yourself together, composing the blush across your face, and you begin the long walk towards the direction that Gally went in.

"Gally?" You call out, as there was no sign of the builder you had come to love.

"Y/n?" His deep voice returns the confused call, and he slowly walks from the shadows, "why did you follow me?"

"Well- I..." You gulp, hands shaking as he steps closer, "I've fallen for you to, Gally, and I've only just realised it."

In the light of the moon, Gally smiles, showing his pearly white teeth as he captures his lips in yours, in a passionate, loving kiss.

He pulls you closer, hands resting on your hips as yours wind around his neck, playing with his short brown hair as you kiss eachother.

You pull away from eachother, panting loudly as you both smile like lovestruck teenagers.

"All it took was a punch to make you fall for me." Gally jokes, bringing you closer once again.