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mae-gi-writes · 7 months ago

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Arch-nemesis . Gally (themazerunner)

There's a thin line between love and hate, especially when it concerns Gally.

A/N: I've re-watched the three Maze Runner movies and now I'm obsessed and getting back onto the TMR fantrain so bear with me and the future fics I've already got saved in my drafts TT 3 TT ------

You hate him with all your heart.

Truthfully, honestly. There isn’t anyone you hate more than this stupid asshole that thinks that he’s the centre of the earth.

You met him only when he’d been brought in by Lawrence and a few of his other guys, having been there just for a few weeks prior. Thinking that this might be your chance to make a new friend, you’d sidled over to him with a small smile as you asked for his name. That didn’t go as smoothly as you thought when he just grunted out his name in response and turned away from you like you were a pest instead.

But it isn’t just that. It’s the way he says your name in that really aggravating tone that grates at your nerves. It’s the way he always insists it’s your fault when you’re out on missions and come back with no updates. It’s the way he bullies you and calls you names whenever your paths cross and it makes you want to gouge his eyes out. It’s enough to say that you know Gally now and you know exactly what he’s made of. That, and the fact that you’d stay far away from him as you possibly could if that was an option.

“You’re loading it up wrong shank-face,” he’d tell you as you were re-filling your gun.

“Shut up Gally, I’m doing it properly.”

“Don’t come crying to me when the gun doesn’t work.”

“It’s none of your business if it doesn’t work.”

“It is my business if you’re gonna—“

“Right that’s enough,” your mentor and leader called Jared had to step in, like he did numerous times, to get you to cool off. You’d storm away in a fit of annoyance and irritation, hating how easily Gally got under your skin.

It’s been a few weeks since weird sightings of stray immunes have circulated the area and in reply to this, Lawrence had set you up for a mission with Gally to scout the outer walls of the Last City. That had only caused you to grumble about the unfairness of the situation.

“Why do I have to go?” Your eyes narrow at the familiar tall figure lingering in your peripheral. Gally is busy setting up his weapons as you try to plead your case, seemingly uncaring about your protests, “and with him of all people? We don’t work well together Lawrence—“

“Everyone else is taken or busy with other tasks. Meaning that only you two are free,” Lawrence cuts you off without a hint of sympathy, “so either you do as you’re told or you can leave Y/N. As simple as that.”

In the end you have no choice but to abide by his rules, strapping up your weapons and defenses before Gally calls out your name. You turn just in time to catch the water bottle he sends your way, yelping in the process.

“You’re looking a little distraught, shank-face,” he smirks at you from where he stands loading up the provisions, “scared of what you’ll find out there? If you ain’t good enough, just don’t come and waste people’s time.”

“Nobody asked for your opinion, ugly brows.”

“I’m just worried you might slow me down. I’m not a goddamn babysitter.”

“I didn’t ask for one, now will you shut up and stop talking?”

“I’m surprised these two haven’t killed each other off yet,” murmurs one of Lawrence’s men.

“Killed or kissed you mean,” Jared lets out a chuckle.

These words are enough to cause the others to look at him with shocked faces, “what do you mean?”

“Isn’t it clear?” Jared motions towards the two currently bickering, “bet that by tomorrow night these two will get together.”

“I bet they last a week before they kiss.” Another says.

“Oh come on, I’m betting two weeks. Gally isn’t that type of guy.”

“What about me?” Gally’s voice causes them all to shut up, looking at him with guilty smiles and with shakes of their heads.

“Nothing to worry about Maze boy,” Jared flicks him off with a wave of his hand, “now off you go, both of you. And I expect some good news when you return.”

“Of any kind,” someone adds quietly, to which they all cackle.

You’ve toured the city a million times before in search of any kind of entrances that might lead to the inside, where all of Wicked laid. So it’s nothing out of your depth to follow Gally around as you survey the area and scout for more sources of information.

In all honesty, touring with Gally isn’t that much different from anyone else. On the contrary, Gally’s determined nature conjoined with his natural physical ability to excel just renders him an even more ideal battle partner. Not that you’ll ever tell him that. It will surely come bite you in the ass later when you least expect it.

You’re almost at the perimeter when you notice something off about one of the citizens. It’s a little girl, her face contorted in a grimace as she holds her hands in front of her tummy. For a moment, she sways in the middle of the crowd and you’re about to dismiss it, when another figure stalks in and takes a swipe at her with a stick.

The girl yelps as the stick hits her knees, crumbling to the floor like a sack of bones.

Before you know it, you’re sprinting towards her, anger flaring through your chest as your hands steady themselves on the gun. You barely hear Gally’s voice as you stumble in front of the kid just in time to point your weapon at the older man.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You hiss at him.

The man’s eyes widen. He takes a step back, “no no, get away from her, you don’t understand—“

“Understand what? That you were going to beat her to death?” You click your gun into place, “nice try old man, now tell me—“

“Get away from her!” He yells at you, “she’s not normal! She’s—“

And a growl erupts from behind you. You swivel around in panic, eyes going wide upon noticing for the first time the dark patch close to her eyes.

The Flare.

The girl twitches. A small sob falls from her mouth. Your heart jumps to your throat, stumbling back half a step as weird animalistic noises echo from her mouth.

And then, she pounces.

You yell out something— you’re not too sure what — and are about to knock her on the head as she throws herself at you—

A bullet explodes on the right side of her brain and she falls to the ground like a puppet.

You stare at her for a minute. One more.

Your gaze slowly trails up to see familiar booted feet.

“What were you even thinking?”

Gally’s voice is usually deep. But this time, even you can’t stand up to the anger simmering in his voice. It’s dark and holds some kind of laced savagery that makes your toes curl in apprehension.

He takes your silence as guilt before grabbing onto your arm and roughly pulling you out of the crowd. He doesn’t stop and for once you don’t fight him, still not over the shock of seeing that poor girl’s face, the crazed look in her eyes. You’re so deep in your thoughts that you don’t realize you’re at your truck until Gally practically throws you against its side.

Your back digs into the metal and you grunt at the impact, the ache stinging your spine. But before you can do anything else, huge palms come to a rest on either side of your head.

Gally leans into you, so close that you can feel the heat radiate off him in waves.

“What the fuck was that about?” He growls, voice dropping even lower.

Somehow, it causes a shiver to run up your spine. Not one of fear, something else. Something that makes your stomach squeeze into knots.

“I—“ for once, you don’t seem to have any words. Instead your head turns away from Gally’s eyes as you bite down onto your lower lip, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? You’re sorry?” He scoffs, laughs to himself before his gaze hardens once more, “sorry for what Y/N? For almost getting yourself killed? Are you insane?! She could’ve literally infected you and you—“

“I didn’t know she was infected.” You tried to protest.

That seems to aggravate him even more, “You didn’t even bother to check!” His nostrils flare.

“Well I said I’m sorry!”

“Sorry’s not going to cut it if you turn into one of those Cranks you stupid slinthead! You need to be more responsible! I literally turn away for one minute and you’re—“

“Oh stop exaggerating Gally. I was trying to protect her—“

“Yeah and look how that ended!”

You snap, “why are you so pissed? It was an accident and I already said sorry!”

“It’s not just that Y/N!” He yells with such emotion that his face flushes red, “What if I wasn’t there? What would you have done then?!”

“Why the fuck do you care? You wanted me gone—“

Your words cut off in mid-conversation when his large hands suddenly cup your face before pulling you in to crash his lips against yours.

Your eyes widen, brain freezing, as butterflies erupt through your stomach.

Wow.

Is this what a kiss is?

And this is Gally, kissing you like he means it.

It's almost like time has stopped.

Heart pounding, your body slowly melts against his. You’re in a trance-like state, watching yourself crumble under his fingertips that he places right under your jaw, his other hand sliding down to your hip to pin you in place.

The kiss is surprisingly gentle yet firm. His mouth moves slowly, hesitantly, almost like he fears breaking you. And yet, when you respond with a soft movement of your own, the rumble of his chest has your stomach squeezing with adrenaline.

You’re not too sure what’s happening. Here you are, with the world’s biggest dick, kissing him like he’s your lover when all you’ve ever wanted was to kick him in the face for being a class A asshole.

But it’s weird because this, however, feels so right. Like you’re meant to be locking lips, like he doesn’t want anyone else in his arms but you. And when he cages you in his hold with even more intensity it makes you gasp, causing him to slip his tongue into your mouth with an ease that has you parting like melted butter.

Slowly, your hands trail up to his chest, grabbing hold of his dark tunic and tugging slightly as his teeth suckle onto your bottom lip. A noise echoes from the back of your throat and he growls in response, pressing you even harder so that your head tilts back against the truck’s surface.

You need air at some point and so break away from him with a small gasp, chest heaving.

Gally doesn’t hesitate. He dives down to press a kiss to the side of your jaw, down your neck, imprinting his mouth over your skin over and over again in a way that has your body shuddering with delight. Big hand sliding down to the back of your neck to pull you even closer into him, the young man’s lips find a soft spot at your pulse point, causing a whine to fall from your lips at his action.

His chest rumbles in satisfaction and before you know it he’s back to kissing you. This time it’s more heated; mouths clashing and teeth clicking and tongues battling.

And then, the reality of the situation hits you straight in the face.

You freeze. What in the shucking world are you even doing?

You’re making out with Gally, right beside your truck. In broad daylight.

The thought alone makes your hands push him away and your lips disconnect with a small ‘pop’ sound.

You’re gasping for breath at this point, eyes wide as they flutter up to lock onto his own and you’re surprised at what you find there.

There’s some sort of softness, genuine care and something more, something darker that you can’t really put your finger on.

It makes you want him.

You want him.

Shuck’s sake.

“Y/N—“ Gally starts but you’re already moving out of his hold, slipping away from his warmth and suddenly it feels a little too cold.

You shake your head at him, decide it’s best to keep your eyes away as you open the door to the passenger seat, “let’s go. We have a mission to finish.”

You don’t want to talk about it.

————

It’s been days.

Days since the incident.

Days since you’ve been trying to get Gally out of your head.

You don’t understand why he’s having such an effect on you. Theoretically speaking, you should’ve bashed his head in and turned him over to Lawrence for sexual assault.

But you haven’t, and he’s also probably questioning why.

As a result, you’ve done everything in your power to avoid him. You wake up thirty minutes earlier to eat your breakfast so that you don’t have to bump into him at the table, you take the first errands that come to you — the boring ones like refilling tanks and getting the food supplies and guarding their premises. All that so that you don’t have to deal with Gally’s bullying.

Well, not that you’ve heard from him much either.

“What happened between you two?” Jared asks one evening as you help him move the supplies fresh from the last raid from the Last City.

“What?” You stare at him blankly, “what are you talking about?”

“You and Gally. You had a fight or something?”

“When are we not?” You snort, though you can’t deny the flush creeping up your neck as the memory of Gally’s body against yours resurfaces.

“Well I know you fight, but you’ve been ignoring each other.”

“And? Why is that a concern? Shouldn’t you be glad there’s less noise?”

“You’ve got a point I suppose.”

You don’t tell him it’s because you’re nervous of all the things that keep flashing through your head. You don’t tell him about how you keep on thinking of Gally’s mouth on yours, the lingering taste of him like a ghost along your lips. You don’t have to and you don’t want to, because you know that it’s going to entertain an idea far too surreal and ridiculous for you to think about.

It isn’t until a few days after your little mishap that Gally finds you in the storage room. You’ve woken up early to help the newest recruit unpack the food supplies just loaded into the main building dock, only to find out that he had this massive crush on you.

So you’ve been trying to bat him off all morning despite his most desperate attempts.

“Just give me a chance Y/N,” he says as he takes a box from your hands with a wink, “I promise I won’t make you regret it.”

You snort, “no thanks,” and turn back to keep unloading.

But he makes a grab for your hand. You yelp, pulling it out of his grasp, “what do you think you’re doing—“

“You think you’re so tough huh?” He makes another grab for your forearm this time and cages you into his grip. You try to wriggle out to no avail, his fingers squeezing so hard that you let out a cry of pain, “ow—“let me go, asshole.”

“Not until you agree.”

Your glare deepens, “I said no.”

He pulls you closer, stinky breath washing over your face and making you want to barf, “did I tell you how sexy you are when you try to act all tough and shit? I mean that’s literally—“

“Get your hands off her.”

He freezes. You do too. You recognize that voice. You could've recognized that anywhere. Your head tilts over.

Gally.

Oh.

Eyes widening at the sight, you quickly pull your arm away when the newbie drops it in shock.

“Move away,” Gally’s voice drops an octave and causes a string of butterflies to erupt through your chest, “now.”

The newbie frowns, “Who’re you to boss me around?”

“I said: Now.”

And maybe it’s the fact that Gally seems to straighten when he says it so it looks like he’s towering over the other boy, but the latter mutters a curse word under his breath and finally relents, throwing you a scowl in the process as he ducks out of the storage room.

You can’t help but lock eyes with your savior, though quickly averting your eyes in embarrassment as you resume stacking boxes after boxes. You hope that he’s just going to turn around and act ignorant, just like these past few days.

“Y/N.”

You don’t answer, resolutely trying your best to act busy.

“Y/N.”

Maybe it’s the way he says your name that makes you turn impulsively. Your eyes flit to his face, then look back down to his chest. A safer bet, “what?”

He takes a step closer, and another, and another. You swallow thickly, feeling your throat clog up with emotion as you stumble back against the boxes until no escape seems available.

Why is it that you’re always getting trapped by him?

“W—What is it?” You stammer out in hopes he can’t hear how wild your heart is beating, "What do you want?"

He lets out a soft sigh and seems to drop his shoulders in defeat, opening up his palms in a sign of defeat, "I just--I think we need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Y/N--"

"No Gally," you whip around then with eyes narrowed into slits and your fists curled beside you, "if this is about what happened in the Last City, I don't want to talk about it. It was a stupid shucking mistake and--"

"Stop using Glader slang," he interrupts like a smart-ass and you all but growl at him in irritation, "it doesn't suit you."

"Oh shut up already," you whip around and decide that it's useless to try and have a civil conversation. You'd rather focus your energy on finishing off your task.

But seems that he's determined to bug you, for you feel the warmth of his hand imprint itself on your forearm before he's tugging you. Not too harshly, gently enough that you could've stopped if you wanted to.

You let yourself turn around, cursing inwardly at how the closeness between your two bodies is rendering you a little breathless, a little weak in the knees. He's so close that you have to tilt your head up to look at him, and what you see in his gaze makes your heart skitter.

"It wasn't," he murmurs, "a mistake."

"It was a mistake," you shoot back straightaway, "we can just forget about it--"

"I don't want to. I--" he clears his throat, looks away for a second. And when his eyes find yours once again you feel your breath catch in your throat because he's looking at you in a certain way. That way. With the same kind of tenderness that makes you want to wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest and smell the earthly, Gally scent that had wrapped around you back when you'd kissed--

No.

You almost smack yourself, horrified. What in the world are you thinking?!

"I like you, Y/N." Gally’s voice jerks you back to reality, “I like you a shuck lot and—“

“Don’t,” you press a finger to his lips as you try desperately to put some distance between, shaking your head in horror, “no no, you don’t like me. You like me ‘cause I’m the only girl around here and it’s just your hormones talking—“

He shakes you off, “what are you on about?” He frowns before grabbing both your hands to cage them in his grip, “I know what I feel Y/N. Don’t tell me otherwise—“

“Gally please,” you scramble for coherent thought but logic is slipping away by the second. Even more so when he’s tugging you gently to him, even more when his face is a picture of softness and affection, “we hate each other’s guts—“

“I never said that.” He pauses to read your expression, fear suddenly flickering in his expression, “do you hate me?”

“I—“ the words get tangled in your mouth. You want to tell him you hate him, loathe him with all your heart and that you just want him gone and that you hates his kiss.

But you can’t.

Because it’s a lie, the truth is that you think your heart beats for him. You’re not sure since when, but that kiss had confirmed it surely enough: you like Gally more than you think you do. And that thought is terrifying.

You’re so close to him that if you let your hands drop they’ll brush against his chest, so close that you can feel his warm breath fanning across your skin and the heat of his jody permeating to yours.

Ducking your head in embarrassment, you bite down onto your lower lip.

“Answer my question, Y/N.”

You swallow thickly, “I—I don’t know.”

Gally looks down at you still, not giving you the easy way out you would’ve preferred and you find yourself crumbling under his stare.

“No,” you whisper, “I don’t hate you.”

He shifts a little closer still, eyes flitting down to your lips in a silent question.

Your breath catches. Your mouth parts. His scent wraps around you like a soft cocoon.

And then you’re lifting yourself up to kiss him.

He makes a noise of surprise at the back of his throat and you grin to yourself, loving that you caught him off guard. But that doesn’t last, for his big hands quickly drop yours to wrap around your waist before pulling your body to his and kissing you like he hasn’t seen you in ages, like he’s missed you, like he wants to do this forever.

Gally, you soon realize, kisses with his entire intention, not leaving one part of your mouth untouched and adamant on making you go pliant in his hold. You allow yourself to back up as he prods you, until your back hits one of the storage boxes hazardly stacked one atop the other, and Gally doesn't hesitate to press his chest against yours as a soft moan echoes from the back of his throat.

As his lips curve against yours in the most intimate of manners, your hands seem to take on a life of their own as they travel up his chest, caress the broadness of his shoulders, before wrapping around the back of his neck and teasing the soft baby hairs found there. You feel him grinning into your mouth and soon enough you're grinning too, foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath.

"Not bad at all," Gally murmurs, stealing a kiss from you and causing your face to flush deep red, "for someone who can't load a gun properly."

"I can too load my gun properly," you pinch him playfully and he responds with laughter.

That's when you hear your mentor's voice booming with surprise from the front entrance of the storage room:

"Well look what we have here! I told you guys they wouldn't last a week!"

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gladerscake · 10 months ago

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Gally Feeling Needy Headcanons

(Gally x Reader)

First of all, Gally would never be very open about feeling needy/craving attention

Nope, not even with you

However, having known him long enough, you would be pretty good at reading the signs

He visits you at your designated “work area” more often than usual

“Sir, can I help you with something?”

“Don’t mind me, just looking.”

He offers help with stuff you could absolutely manage by yourself

He knows it too, he just needs to blurt out a reason for hanging around you all day

His attempts at subtlety are poor

He gets more touchy than usual, swinging his arm around you and stealing quick kisses here and there

It’s very distracting, so you would playfully shoo him away, despite secretly (or not so secretly) enjoying every bit of it

He cannot wait for the work day to be over so that he could have you all to himself

As soon as dinner’s over, he leads you right back to your shared hut

“Gal, they’re having a bonfire-”

“Good for them, let’s go.”

Once the door is shut behind you, he picks you up off the floor and carries you to the bed

Your relentless giggling and weak attempts to wriggle free do not faze him in the slightest as he drops you onto it

For a moment you think his urgency might be rooted in some of his more primal desires

not that that would be a problem

But no, that’s not what he needs at the moment

maybe later

He wraps you up in his burly arms and pulls you into him as closely as possible

Gally’s grip leaves you zero chances of escaping

You’re not thinking of going anywhere, obviously

As soon as you feel the warmth of his chest and his heartbeat against yours, you’re done thinking about anything else

It’s clear as day that Gally needs your undivided attention and you’re more than happy to give it to him

He soon relaxes upon feeling your lips peppering soft kisses all over his face and forehead

You can feel the tension leaving his strong shoulders as your hands knead them just the way he likes it

Eventually Gally begins dozing off, though his hold on you remains surprisingly strong and steady

Even in his sleep, he has no intention of letting you go

In his mind, he’s done a good enough job hiding the true extent of his neediness

You let him think that. Just as you will next time, and the time after that.

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georgialeeches · 3 months ago

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Yandere Gally headcanons

/Movie Version/ /Female Pronouns Used/ /Generally Dark Themes/ /Few Nsfw Parts/

> Supply box of the month; looking down at you in there he noticed you’re pretty but with everyone else’s attention focused on the same thing he feels the need to humble you and ignores you for the remainder of the day, Gally doesn’t let greenies think they’re special. Even a girl.

> Your first night is a bonfire, with everyone intrigued if you can keep up and he’s curious enough to let you in the circle

“Try to last more than 5 seconds”

> You don’t- maybe 3 seconds before his hands hit your body and put you down, when Gally goes to pull you over the boundary he gets overwhelmed leaning over you, the grabbing evokes an urge that hadn’t happened before

> He was obsessed with you from that moment

like had to throw you out as hard as he could just so no one would be looking at him and notice where his pants had began to swell up

> Gally brings you a drink to make peace, and when he eventually stops calling you greenie the interest feels mutual. It only takes 1 week before he’s letting everyone know you’re together

> You sleep in his hammock every night, he says he likes being wrapped together keeping you safe

what he really likes is how you couldn’t try to get out without him waking up

> He’s so chivalrous, like as soon as it’s dark he gets a torch and stays with you incessantly holding it wherever you go, and every meal time getting your food so you don’t stand too close to anyone else or talk to others have to wait out in the sun

> Gally surprised you with changing your job to a builder, it wasn’t a conversation he just decided, and since he’s a keeper it was easy to take you off your last one to be together always more, he can look and touch you all day now, waiting wasn’t working for him

> You have to “isolate” when there’s a new greenie coming into the glade, hed never let an unpredictable stranger encounter you

and he honestly doesn’t trust you enough to say if you were present you wouldn’t be.. ‘misguided’

> Hed never admit it but when someone is banished or the runners don’t come back he’s a little happy, one less person to keep away from you and a little further from getting out

> Banishings are one of few events you’re welcome to. He likes how it gets you distressed because it’s on him to comfort you, so vulnerable you struggle to differentiate between his soothing and his taunting

“You see what can happen to you”

“you’re safe out here with me”

“That’s why you should be grateful for the pit”

> Gally puts you in the pit so much one section is practically yours. He made it extra special for you- well he had to after you hid tools to escape once.

(Surprisingly he wasn’t too mad about it when he realised if you can’t be trusted with tools you’d have to be his lil helper all day)

> When Gallys mad the yelling is only temporary, hes pretty quick at calming his tone and using his big boy words to to make you feel lesser than.

> He’ll still throw you (<literally) in there for a week or so, since he handles all your meals already he can take away your food a cruel amount of time without anyone noticing

> Truthfully you’re separated from the others enough that the pit isn’t much of a loss, unfortunately Gally realised if he abandons you it’s depriving you of the sole human connection you get

it only takes a few days until you’re more devoted to him than usual

> Which is great because he always misses you more and it shows when he literally dives into the pit and fucks your body into the ground

consider that the final punishment and anything can be forgiven

> Regardless what terms you’re on- when a bonfire is happening he’s so excited he drags you to it, he loves the nostalgia it brings of your first night

> He gets to show off infront of you beating everybody who dares to fight (kinda reminds you if you wanted someone to protect you they wouldn’t succeed) and if he manages to draw you into the ring he has a crowd obligated to stand and watch as he sits ontop of you like he’s claiming you

> You like the bonfire too though, you can drink enough to become disengaged mentally

(especially easy if it’s on an empty stomach just coming from the pit)

Gally gives you as much as you want because you’re so reliant on him when drunk.. maybe even affectionate

> You honestly do love him and feel safe with him, enough that you blame all your marks and bruises on building accidents because you don’t want to see him banished for ‘harming another glader’

(he’s obviously at all your Med-jack stuff)

> You don’t even realise why he’s so loving when you do that, you thought it gave him more respect for you

but hearing you blame yourself and having others judge ‘your’ clumsiness satisfies him like crazy, he wants to dick you down right then and there

“Good girl”

> Gally sincerely views fighting back as affection too, but he can only let you do so much before getting held down and reminded there’s a time and place

“you better stop being stubborn infront of others, they’ll think you’re stung and then you’re gone”

> He wants to stay in forever

“This is our home”

“The glade has everything you need, you’re all I need”

“We could have babies”

Imagine creating the next generation all from you two.

> The only escape is Death or going into the maze- though Gally told you those are interchangeable.

> You going in would be the one thing severe enough to make him follow, he’d be more mad than you’ve ever seen, when he caught up he’d knock you completely down

> Wrapping his hands around your throat so your body will be unconscious when he goes to carry you back to the glade, having no patience for resistance, hearing him scream upon you as you go to sleep

“NO!”

“YOURE FULL OF SURPRISES, ARENT YOU?!”

“SHUT UP!”

“I SHOULD BE LEAVING YOU HERE FOR THE GRIEVERS- NEXT TIME, IM GONNA LET YOU STAY!”

> And If he got stung he would. so you can die together, because you living in the glade without him isn’t an option.

“I belong to the maze.. You belong to me.”

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self-indulgent-fics · 7 months ago

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in need of college au tmr headcanons

does anyone here have any college au tmr headcanons or fics? pls recommend something because i'm struggling finding headcanons here on tumblr rn ;u;

#tmr newt #tmr thomas #tmr minho #the maze runner #the maze runner headcanons #newt headcanons #thomas headcanons #minho headcanons #gally headcanons #alby tmr #teresa headcanons #tmr teresa

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rainydaydreamsideblog · 10 months ago

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(The Maze Runner) You Protect Him

Thomas: It further seals the bond between the two of you. He already admired you, but you jumping in to defend him in a Glade scuffle made him realize you really had his back. Trouble seems to follow him where he goes and occasionally rear it ugly head, so he's always appreciative of those who care enough about him to defend him.

Newt: He gets all grumpy over the fact that you put yourself anywhere in the vicinity of danger to protect him. He is rather impressed seeing you stand your ground, but it's pretty much overruled by the reality that you could've been hurt.

Minho: He thinks he can handle himself, but he has to admit he finds it amazing to see you step in on his behalf to protect him. He warns you about inserting yourself into a dangerous situation, but it's said affectionately. He can't help but be impressed.

Gally: He is so torn between being absolutely impressed and also grouchy that you put yourself in harm's way and also hurt pride over the fact that you felt the need to protect him in the first place. He goes from staring at you wide-eyed to frowning to downright complaining. He may even get petty. Even so, part of him feels even more respect for you.

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star--anon · 1 month ago

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shouts-out to Gally who said "nobody's perfect" after Minho asked why he was helping them out after he speared his lung out

first of all, that's the funniest response he could've probably said.

secondly I love that it shows how Minho and Gally interact with each other. How they're both emotional without being too vulnerable

"Why're you helping us" because I hurt you, and I regret it. This is my apology.

"Nobody's perfect" because I am admitting that I felt hurt by you, but I hurt you too, and I regret that. This is my apology. This is me forgiving you.

#hello I am alive and God makes me suffer for it every day #I will be more alive in the future probably #minally #tmr gally #tmr minho #the maze runner #the death cure #tmr fandom #headcanons #rambles #I don't take constructive criticism because I'm not wrong

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nomoreusername · 6 months ago

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makethiscanon · 9 months ago

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Ask For Angela: Barman!Gally x Reader

Barman!Gally who's working a double because his shank of a co-worker pulled a sicky.

Thirteen hours in, and two broken glasses under his belt, suddenly you're at the bar asking for Angela.

Shuck knows who that is but she doesn't work here.

You're looking perplexed, asking for her again with more determination, your gaze flickering behind you constantly.

He figures it's a prank and tells you to get lost.

"Please." You beg. "Angela. You know? Angela?" You lower your voice. "Don't you have the Angela thing here?"

You shut up when a guy comes to stand beside you, his arm snaking your waist.

Gally notices your shift in attitude, cocking an eyebrow as he pours someone else's order.

You're still looking his way. Eyes pleading. Doing your best to shuffle from your date's grip.

... oh. Angela.

"Angela wants to speak to you out back. Do you wanna come through?"

Gally opens the bar gate as he speaks.

You nod.

You try to shuffle through but your date isn't having it. He tells Angela to come out here if she's so desperate to talk to you.

Suddenly you look terrified.

Gally's working a double. He doesn't have the patience for this.

As your date takes hold of your arms to stop you getting free of him, Gally reaches across the counter.

Without a second thought, he bounces your date's head off the bar.

As other patrons shout and squeak in alarm, Gally escorts you through to the back.

He sits you down in the break room and grabs you a glass of water.

"Does that slinthead know where you live?"

Shaken by the events, you can only shake your head.

Gally orders you a taxi and sits with you in the back until it arrives, happy to let his co-workers take the flack for his absence.

He let's you out the back door when it arrives, and walks with you to the taxi to make sure you aren't followed.

"Take care of yourself. Make sure you block that guy, yeah?"

Gally feels uneasy sending you off alone, but he's got a job to do, and a mess to clean up back at the bar.

He doesn't expect to see you again.

Imagine his surprise a few days later when you show up at the bar with a bunch of flowers to say thank you.

Imagine his even bigger surprise when, on inspecting the gift, he finds a card with your phone number on it nestled amongst the flowers.

Well done Angela, you wonderful woman.

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[WRITING MASTERLIST]

#Gally x Reader #the maze runner #Ask For Angela #Haven't written any Gally x Reader in a hot minute #and making people aware of the Angela initiative is always a good shout #Angela is the UK name but could be different for different countries but definitely be aware of your areas name #tmr #maze runner #cocktail bar #barman gally #headcanons #imagines #x reader #x you #Angela Initiative #online dating #customer service #Will Poulter

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bookskiver · 2 months ago

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These have been collecting dust in my drafts so enjoy

#winstons one is true #well wouldve been true #rehehhehe #the maze runner #tmr #tmr fandom #the maze runner fandom #tmr thomas #tmr newt #tmr minho #tmr gally #tmr teresa #tmr frypan #tmr winston #headcanon

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zelcii · 4 months ago

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brenda: im always a little mean to men because if you treat them like humans, they'll convince themselves that you want to sleep with them.

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cherie-luvv · 3 months ago

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-The Maze Runner Angst Headcanons-

I saw a bunch of people doing these, so I wanted to do my own! Sorry in advance if any of this headcanons are common or someone already posted them, I can’t remember them all ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

Brenda never really got the chance to say goodbye to her brother, so she made a grave for him in the Safe Haven.

Minho sometimes feels he’s in a simulation created by WCKD, so he he hurts himself because he thinks if he feels the pain he makes sure he’s really there. Gally notices his bruises and asks him to hit him instead of hitting himself.

Newt cries a lot but hates when other people watches him cry. Thomas caught him crying once and comforted him for hours after that.

The first few weeks, Thomas and Newt shared a room, but they had separated beds since they weren’t a couple yet. When any of them had nightmares they would sneak into the others bed.

Thomas has an immense survivors-guilt, he often has panic attacks because of that. The worst days are the ones where he wishes he could have died instead of his friends.

Gally will avoid touching spears. He can see them, touch them, but when he does he always gets this sad feeling, thinking he deserved to die in that moment after what he did.

There are some kids in the Safe Haven, everyone enjoys being with them, except Thomas. There’s a kid that reminds him to Chuck, he always tries to play with all the kids, but when he sees this one he just can’t take it and ends up leaving, feeling terrible.

Newt decided to cut his hair short because he believed his hair hold all those terrible memories from the past. He wanted to grow it back again but with new memories.

Jorge and Brenda often have discussions because of him being overprotective, even when they are already safe. Sometimes Brenda ends up saying things she doesn’t mean and hurts Jorge.

Vince often gets upset because he can’t get over the death of Mary. He thinks he will never get over it.

Minho and Newt were having an argument once. In the middle of it, Minho started to cry, believing this was a trick of WCKD to make him go insane. Newt felt guilty for a week after that.

When Thomas has a nightmare he tries his hardest not to cry, but after feeling Newt’s hand caressing his hair he just can’t hold it anymore.

Frypan feels useless. All he can do is cooking for his friends, he doesn’t like to use weapons and believes he didn’t actually help in the last city.

If you want a part 2, or some fluff headcanons let me know!

#tmr #the maze runner #tmr headcanons #the maze runner headcanons #tmr newt #tmr minho #tmr thomas #tmr gally #tmr brenda #tmr jorge #tmr vince #tmr frypan #newtmas #minally #maze runner fandom #maze runner #the maze runner fandom

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il0veaphr0dite · 8 months ago

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WORRIED

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A/N: first story!! feel free to give me feedback and enjoy!!

Warnings: nothing really just a little fluff ig

Word count: 843

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He's late.

Minho’s never late

You were starting to get worried.

You begin to pace back and forth, running all the possible scenarios through your mind

Did a griever sting him during the time?

Is he hurt?

Is Alby dead?

Yesterday, Ben was stung by a griever in the daytime. That night, Minho told you that tomorrow, he and Alby would go back to the maze and retrace Ben's steps.

That same night he told you, you lay awake on your hammock with a sinking feeling in your stomach causing you to get minimum sleep that night.

You planned to wake up early that next morning to say goodbye to him. Unfortunately, you were too late.

That whole day you couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

You were in the Medhut cleaning up when you heard voices outside. You left the hut and jogged to the commotion.

Many gladers were surrounding the maze with torches in their hands. You slow down walking toward Newt to ask what happened.

“They should be back by now,” Newt said, gesturing toward the maze. Your heart dropped, and that sinking feeling in your gut got worse.

“What happens if they don't make it?” Thomas questions standing between you and Newt.

“They're gonna make it,” Newt argues.

Thomas continued arguing about how they should send someone in there but you were too worried to care besides, you knew that was against the rules.

You were deep in thought when you were interrupted by the maze doors closing. The gladers, including you, started to panic.

“There!” Thomas shouted pointing toward something at the end of the corridor.

It was Minho and Alby but something was wrong.

Alby seemed to be unconscious.

“Hurry!” She heard gladers cheering him on and soon she found herself joining in.

“Come on Minho”

“Just a little more!”

“You can make it!”

“Minho, you gotta leave him!” But you knew Minho too well, he would never.

The doors were about to close when suddenly, Thomas ran through them.

“Thomas, No!” you hear Chuck shout trying to grab his hand but failing.

And just like that Minho, Alby, and Thomas were stuck in the maze

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Everyone was getting ready to set up camp outside for the night.

You sat on the grass near the wall when Newt walked toward you with a sleeping bag in one hand and a plate with a sandwich in the other.

You accepted both, thanking him.

“Eat up and get some rest,” he advised you as he walked away to his sleeping bag.

You tossed and turned all night wishing you could have run into the maze instead of Thomas.

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“Y/N, the doors are about to open,” Newt spoke out, shaking you awake.

You got up and hurried with Newt to the maze doors and pushed through the crowd as the doors began to open.

The corridor was empty. You couldn't believe it.

“Minho!” You yell out waiting for a response.

Silence echoed through the maze.

Newt placed a hand on your shoulder “They're not coming back Y/N,”

You turn around to look at him, shaking your head. “There has to be something we can do!” You argue.

“No way!” Chuck lets out.

You turn around to see Thomas and Minho helping Alby to the Glade.

“Yeah!”

Gladers begin to cheer them on. You were filled with so much happiness you also began cheering them on.

“I got him,” Jeff says, laying Alby on the ground.

“Did you see a griever?” Chuck questions.

“Yeah, I saw one”

“He didn't just see it, he killed it,” Minho explains.

They immediately decide to call a meeting.

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After the meeting and the new Greenie, You went up to the tree house tired and overwhelmed with all the events that happened.

You were too deep in thought when suddenly another pair of feet were next to you.

“Hi”

“Hi,” You let out barely above a whisper.

“How are you doing?” he asks, you let out a small laugh “ I should be the one asking you that.”

He chuckles, Then it goes silent again.

You turn to face him but you find him already looking at you. You wrap your arms around him. He stiffens at first then wraps his arms around your waist.

“I was worried about you” You whisper, not sure if he heard you.

“Who wouldn't miss my handsome face?” he says, causing you to laugh and hug him tighter.

You finally let go, looking him in the eyes.

“Promise me you'll always come back,”

He node “I promise”

You stare into his eyes, as he stares into yours.

He then began moving closer towards you.

You closed your eyes and then felt a pair of soft lips on yours.

You kissed him back passionately.

After a while, you both pull away to catch your breath.

“I'm guessing that means you like me too?” he says, staring at you with a slight blush on his cheek.

You nod, pulling him in for another kiss.

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#minho maze runner #the maze runner #mazeposting #maze runner #minho x you #minho x reader #tmr minho #minho imagines #minho #minho headcanons #thomas tmr #newt tmr #alby tmr #gladers #the glades #teresa tmr #gally tmr

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