Gally Imagines

gally imagine five

"Just do it Y/N!" Minho groaned with a laugh and you felt yourself burn red. Why had you ever decided to play this game in the first place? It had all started simple enough...

"Come sit over with us!" Zart called out and you looked over to see Zart, Minho, Newt, Clint, Jeff, and Winston all leaning against one log. You had already tried sitting with Alby who was uptight and generally not too polite. You had gotten tired of his attitude pretty quickly. Then you sat with the Sloppers but they sort of creeped you out.

Now after wandering around alone for five minutes, a glass of Gally's drink in hand, you would have sat anywhere where you weren't uncomfortable. It was hard being the only girl in the Glade and all of the other boys still made you feel awkward. Most of them were relentless and you liked to be left alone most of time but Alby had forced you to come to your first bonfire to "socialize".

"How can you drink that klunk?" Winston asked and put his hand on your shoulder. It may have been a friendly gesture but you still felt weird about it. You shrugged and used that as an excuse to get his hand away from you.

"I don't know. I like it." You said quietly and all the other guys roared with laughter. You chuckled weakly.

"You're serious?" Clint whispered in your ear and you cringed away from his hot breath. You nodded quickly.

"Okay, okay. Minho I dare you to run naked through the fire." Winston giggled and all the other guys started elbowing him to do it. Minho broke into a grin and started to stand up.

As he started to pull off his shirt, you grabbed his tan forearm.

"Minho don't do it." You hissed at him. He gave you a look of disgust before yanking his arm out of your hand.

"I'll do whatever I want shank." He hissed at you before walking away. You sat down and crossed your arms tightly.

"Assholes." You muttered.

He came sprinting out of nowhere. One second, Jeff and Winston were making bets on how he would chicken out and the next, Minho sprinted out of the darkness. He was nude and he was screaming.

All the boys started cheering and pumping their fists in the air while you rolled your eyes. You would not get involved in this stupidity.

Minho raced for the fire and the second before he jumped, there was complete silence. You held your breath, convinced that he would get burned.

And then he was through. He jumped through and landed on his hands and knees, immediately popping back up to his feet and raced around, giving the rest of the Gladers high fives.

As Minho came to a stop by you, he looked down with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry for calling you a shank, shank." He said and sat back down, still nude.

"Thanks. I'm glad you didn't die." You said with a smile. That's probably the closest you've ever come to affection towards a Glader.

"Okay Y/N. Your turn." Jeff said loudly and you laughed. So far you had seen guys sit on Alby, climb to the top of the Homestead and jump off, bench press four Gladers at once (while failing miserably), and so many more ridiculous things. As the hours went on, you had grown happier and laughed harder than you had since you had gotten to the Glade.

"Alright. Hit me shanks." You said with a smirk and they all started pounding you on the back. By this point in the night, practically every Glader who was awake, was crowded around you for this game of Dare.

"Go make out with Gally." Zart said all of a sudden and everybody else started cheering. You were horrified.

"Gally?" You choked out. You turned to see Gally sitting to the opposite side of the bonfire, his long frame hunched over and sipping his own drink out of a jar. He had a nasty reputation and you had never really thought about him, if anybody.

"Someone else." You muttered and the Gladers groaned.

"Just do it, Y/N!" Minho groaned with a laugh and you felt yourself burn red. Why had you ever decided to play this game in the first place? It had all started simple enough...

They were all laughing and yelling. It was overwhelming, flooding into your head. You couldn't do it but at the same time you had to prove yourself.

"Fine."

One word and you instantly regretted it. Minho shoved you to your feet and you stumbled forwards. You glared back at the group of guys before slowly walking towards Gally.

You sat down next to him and wiped your sweaty palms on your shorts. He glanced up at you quickly before turning his head back down and taking a long sip of his drink.

"Hey." You said nervously before taking another sip out of your own jar.

"I heard them you know. Zart and Minho and all the rest of those dongs." Gally said, gesturing towards the other Gladers with his head. Your face flushed.

"Yeah?" You whispered.

"Yeah." He said back.

"You don't have to if-" But he cut you off with his lips. His lips were surprisingly warm and his hand was clasped onto your chin. Your eyes flew open in shock but Gally's were open too. You pulled away quickly but then regretted it. His breath was hot but it made you feel warm. His lips were chapped but they still made you feel something else.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as the other boys started wolf whistling and applauding behind you both.

"No it's fine." You said back before kissing him again.