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Short and Sweet >> Gally X Short!Reader

Title: Short and Sweet

Paring: Gally X Short!Reader

Warnings: name calling, language that hints at dirty talk later on, Glader slang and that overused trope that I'm sure we are all for because we are all fandom trash 🙌🏼

Spoilers: none!

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"Hey there little mama, could you pass me the wrench?"

You turned from the conversation you had been listening to between Alby and Zart the side of to see Gally motioning to you.

You frowned your most unimpressed frown. Gally was constantly making mean and unnecessary comments about your height; almost going out of his way to make you feel more diminutive than anyone else.

Well, truth be told, you were the shortest in the Glade.

Well, you were taller than Chuck. Just taller. By a little bit. It was only because of his cute curls that made you smaller. You couldn't be mad at Chuck's hair, though. Just Gally.

"Why?" You hummed, annoyed.

It was like that was all Gally could do; make you feel sad inside about what couldn't be changed about you.

"I'm a builder, I need the wrench for this bolt," he motions to the side of the Homestead, where he was working on an improved door for the Gladers. Ever since Thomas barged in one dinner painted up as a Greiver with Minho and Theresa and had broken the previous ones, it was a priority. "You're closest to the wrench, and not doing anything too important, so..." He grinned awkwardly, raising his scary eyebrows theatrically, "I mean, if you can pass it. You're like a doll!"

"Doll, my klunk!" You harrumphed. "I'm tall enough -," you turned to where the wrench was, and noted how tall the work bench was. What was the maze, a Glade for giants? "C'mon - hey!"

Gally had crossed over in front of you, and reaching over your head, gripped the wrench in his bear-like hands.

"Not fair," you sighed, glancing around for your box.

When you had come up in the Box after Teresa - hardly surprising anyone, they were used to the out of the ordinary by then - the issue of your height had become aware in the Glade. After Alby had made it clear you needed a crate to stand on for most tasks - especially with your track-hoe job, to reach the tops of the vines - Frypan had given you an old food supplies box to tote around.

"Looking for this?"

You turned, and almost groaned in desperation. Held above your head in his ungodly strong arms was your box - just out of reach. If you were going to finish your track-hoe duties for the day, you needed that box.

"I'm not going to beg, Gally," you bit your lip to stop it quivering. "...please give me the box. It's mine."

He grinned. "C'mon, ________, it's not that high. Why don't you jump, shorty?"

Just as you were about to, Alby's voice intervened, snatching the box from Gally. "Why don't you leave ______ alone, Gally." the leader intoned.

The Keeper of the Builders chuckled, crossing his arms. As annoying as he was, he was undeniably scary, powerful, ruthless. "What, and shucking pick on someone my own size?" He laughed. "Greenbean here is as good to us as a baby. She's a pile of klunk and..."