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— for eternity. ( gally tmr x reader ) abuse !!
a/n : monthly post coz i never use tumblr lol, anyways i rewatched the first tmr movie n i realized hes lowkey insane
summary : after thomas found a way out, you’ve been clung to his every word. your boyfriend, isn’t happy.
There was nothing more Gally could ever ask for. You, him, and the rest of the Glade living in peace—a perfect harmony.
For months now, everything had been great. The two of you became a rare constant in a world filled with uncertainty.
He’d never felt more secure, more alive, than with you by his side. That was, until Thomas arrived.
In less than a week, the newcomer had somehow found a way out—an escape. You were overjoyed at the prospect of freedom.
“We don’t need to leave!” His voice cracked with urgency as he cupped your face, trembling thumbs pressing into your skin.
“Isn’t this enough? You have me—we can stay here. Forever.” His words came out rushed, his tone laced with desperation.
You shove at his hands, trying to make him pull away. “Are you insane? We’ve finally found a way out! After three years!”
His gaze hardened, his grip tightening. “Don’t you see?” He pleads, his voice frantic and pleading at the same time.
“Out there, it’s worse! You’ll see! This place, the glade—it’s safe. We’re safe here.”
You could see his demeanor changing, his eyes wild. It was love—yes, but it was twisted, fevered, consumed by desperation.
“You think it’s better out there?” He spat out, his voice a harsh whisper. “You think you’ll survive out there? you won’t.”
His grip tightened, to the point you felt like your bones were about to crack. Like it was more a warning than a plea.
“Let go!” You yelled out, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge.
He laughed, hard, cold, humorless. “You think they care about you, huh? Thomas? Teresa? They’ll leave you to die once it gets hard.” He says.
“But not me.” He says, his voice softening, almost sounding tender. “I’d never let that happen to you, I’ll protect you.”
“Protect me?” You snarled, “This isn’t protection, Gally, this is madness!”
His jaw clenched, clear displease in his eyes. “Madness? no, no. Madness is trusting them.” He says, with a deranged smile.
“Madness is thinking they’ll get us out of here alive.” He continues on. “You don’t get it, do you?” He asks.
“Thomas. Thomas is the problem—him and Teresa, they’re the reason we’re suffering! If it weren’t for them, we’d be happy.”
What the hell is he trying to say?
He speaks with innuendo, his words starting to sound past insane. “What are you saying?” You ask, stomach twisting.
His smile widened, almost dangerously. “I’m saying,” he said slowly, “we don’t need them. The Grievers, they’re hungry.“
Your blood ran cold. “They’ll take care of Thomas and Teresa. All we have to do is offer them over to the Grievers.” He says.
“You’re not serious,” You whispered, horrified. He was starting to lose it.
“Why?” He asks, stepping closer again. “They’re a threat, baby. To me. To you. To us. I won’t let them take you from me.”
“Gally,” You breathed, your voice trembling. “This isn’t you. You don’t mean this.”
He reached for you again, his hands almost gentle this time, but the madness in his eyes didn’t fade. “I mean every word,” he said.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. Even if it means sacrificing them. Even if it means..” He trails off, looking at you.
You used to love his smile, the way he rarely ever did made you feel special, like his smile was reserved for only you.
But then, he smiled again, sharp and terrifying. He’s gone. That isn’t him.
“Don’t do this, Gally, don’t make me hate you.” You say, stepping back away.
His expression softened, “You’ll thank me one day.” He says, simply.
The sound was sickening. His fist slamming into you. A sharp crack that echoed in your ears, while your body went limp.
You weren’t his partner anymore.
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