keanureevesisbae

[keanureevesisbae]

if anyone asks what type of man i want to marry, i'll show them this fic, BC THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT. WHAT I NEED. WHAT I DESERVE?!?!

I'll Crawl Home To Her

summary: all the ways joel miller loves his pretty, little wife. and all the ways she loves him right back.

pairing: husband!joel miller x wife!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI, traditional gender roles, pussy eating, vaginal sex, semi-public, exhibitionism kinda, dom/sub undertones, car sex, biting, dirty talk, joel is a certified munch, feminine reader, a whole bunch of tooth-rotting fluff

wc: 4.1k

note: something soft and sweet, tysm for reading, let me know what you think! <3

[masterlist] [read on AO3!]

Being Joel Miller's wife was, in short, marital bliss.

He loved taking care of you, and it showed in everything he did.

Joel always woke up earlier than you. On days he had to work, his alarm would rouse you just enough that you’d roll over to his side of the bed the moment he vacated it, soaking up his warmth and his scent, snuggling into his pillow. He’d kiss your forehead and tuck you in tight, and you’d fall asleep seconds after he whispered, “Have a good day, baby girl. Love you.”

And once you did finally roll out of bed, sunlight leaking in through the kitchen blinds, you’d find a fresh pot of coffee and your favorite mug sitting on the counter.

He worked long hours, but you could never fault him for it. He was doing it even in his old age to grant you the freedom to do any and everything you desired. Supporting you in all your endeavors no matter how fleeting.

When you’d picked up the hobby of gardening, Joel had taken you to three different greenhouses in one weekend and helped you till a section of the backyard to plant your seeds. And later that week, he’d come home with the back of his truck full of pretty white bricks to outline your garden with.

You’d mentioned once with your hands covered in suds how the dishes were your least favorite chore. You hated how they piled up so quickly, hated leaving them in the sink, how they felt never-ending.

“I can do the dishes, darlin’,” he’d said. “Just leave them for me an’ I’ll do ‘em after work every day.”

You loved him for the offer but refused. He already spoiled you enough as it is. You couldn’t imagine watching him standing at the sink every day after working for ten hours. “Are you crazy? No, I’d never let you do that.”

“Don’t bother me none,” he insisted. “S’only fair, considerin’ how good dinner is every night.”

The compliment made you flush, but still, you stood firm. Even when he’d come up behind you with a dish towel in hand, ready to take your place. You’d slapped his hands away. “Joel, no. Let me. Please.”

“Alright, fine,” he said, setting the towel on the counter. His hands found a new way to occupy themselves, though. Slipping beneath your skirt, squeezing at the softness of your thighs. “But at least let me get my desert.”

He’d had you bent over the countertop that night with your panties around your knees. He’d hummed his I love you’s against your spit-soaked clit in the middle of the kitchen and you’d felt like the most spoiled girl in the world. 

Even more so when he’d come home from work early the next day. He and Tommy walked through the front door with a brand new dishwasher in tow and spent all night assembling it.

Once, you’d been late coming back from the grocery store. Janet, the older woman who lived two houses down from you and Joel, had been berating the cashier for not accepting an expired coupon.

Confrontation had never been your strong suit, but it felt less like conflict and more like second nature to step in and defend a teenage girl just trying to do her job. You attempted to reason with Janet, explaining that it wasn’t the cashier's fault, that the use of her coupon perhaps just wasn’t meant to be. You’d even offered to pay for her entire shopping haul if it meant a break for the young girl. 

Of course, this wasn’t what Janet had wanted to hear, and she instead turned her anger on you. Your cheeks had warmed in embarrassment as she yelled your name aloud for all the other customers to hear, telling you to ‘keep your nose where it belonged.’ 

The whole interaction had frazzled you. But more than that, it had made you late. And while being screamed at so publically had certainly thrown you off kilter, the straw that broke the camel’s back was seeing Joel’s truck in the driveway when you got home. 

He had mentioned once how much he loved having someone to come home to. Had explained how seeing you standing there with a smile on your face waiting for him on the front porch every day made the long hours and unbearable heat worth it. But because of Janet, you weren’t there. 

Joel, your Joel—who always takes care of you, who would do anything for you, who puts your happiness above his own, the most selfless man you’ve ever known—had come home to an empty house. Worked twelve hours beneath the Texas sun to come home to absolute silence.

It didn’t matter that you’d left a note on the kitchen table, you’d meant to get back before he could ever read it.

The tears had come quickly. The embarrassment, the frustration, the anger you felt on that young girl’s behalf, came rushing to the surface all at once.

He’d left the door unlocked for you, like usual, and the moment you stepped inside you could hear the familiar, heavy sound of his boots on the wooden floor. “Hey, sweetheart. How was your—?”

Before he could ask any questions you’d flung yourself into his arms, needing comfort, needing to show him how much you loved him. To prove to him that you weren’t home but you wanted to be, more than anything. “I’m so sorry,” was all you managed to choke out. 

Joel, who valued your safety above all else, immediately stiffened yet pulled you closer, wrapping his big arms around your shoulders, his warm hand splayed across the small of your back. “Hey, hey—shh, what happened? Talk to me, sweet girl. C’mon.” 

He cradled your face in his palm, holding you gently as if you were the most precious thing because, to him, you are. He wiped your tears away with the rough pad of his thumb and listened as you explained, “I—I wasn’t here waiting for you! I’m sorry—I…I tried to come home as fast—as fast as I could but—!”

“S’okay, baby. I know you’ll always come home to me, alright? I’m not mad. Could never be mad at you, y’know that.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, to the arch of your brow, to the bridge of your nose. He rubbed soothing circles into your skin until your tears slowed and your breaths found their normal cadence once again. And then, because he knows you, he asked, “What really happened?”

And you tell him. Every detail. And Joel stands there, holding you, listening with bated breath. 

When you finish, he pulls his shoulders back with a newfound objective. “M’gonna go talk to Lee,” he said.

Janet’s husband was a good man, you knew. Similar to Joel in the way of being a nurturing sort of husband. A hard-working man with never a bad thing to say about anyone. “You don’t have to,” you tell Joel. “What she did was wrong but I’d rather she takes it out on me than a kid at their first job.”

He shakes his head. “Can’t just let it go,” he said. “She disrespected my wife. Not the kinda thing I can turn the other cheek to.” 

“Joel—don’t…don’t—” You weren’t sure what you were asking. His insistence didn’t surprise you in the least, but you didn’t want to start anything that would disrupt the peace the two of you’d spent so much time cultivating.

He seems to understand you despite your lack of vocal explanation. “Just gonna have a word with him, sweetheart. That’s all.”

Before he walked out the door, he asked very specifically for the Mediterranean chicken dish you’d made for him last week. Which was strange only because he never asked for anything specific; he simply asked you to cook whatever you felt like, and insisted that somehow you knew his cravings better than he himself did. 

It wasn’t until fifteen minutes later, as you put the chicken in the oven that you realized he’d done it to distract you, to take your mind off the situation at hand while he went and handled it. Helping you without even being in the same room.

When he came home, Joel answered all of your questions at the dinner table and said that he and Lee had shared a beer and talked it over. Warned you to expect an apology the next time you and Janet crossed paths. 

And sure enough, that weekend there was a knock on the front door. 

Joel stood behind you, a looming, protective presence at your back. A safety net as your neighbor apologized for her actions and offered a plate of chocolate chip cookies as amends.

You forgave her, of course. Even invited her in so the two of you could talk about it over a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade on the back porch. She compliments you on the roses growing in your garden and you clip a couple off to send her home with.

Problem solved. Amends made. 

All because of Joel. 

Your closest friends even teased you about it from time to time, making jokes about how spoiled you are, and about how much he cares for you.

When you’re out having a girls' night with the three of them, you share laughs and chips and salsa and have one too many glasses of wine. They all discuss sharing an Uber, but you interject to say, “No worries. Joel will make sure we get home safe.”

And they tease you about that, too, telling you, “You’ve got that big man wrapped tight around your little finger.”

But you’re not wrong, and you suppose your friends aren’t, either. Because he shows up at the diner ten minutes after you send him a text message, and deals with four drunk young women with such grace it’s almost astonishing. Even pulls a soft, secret smile as he listens to the group of you giggle together at something that’s probably not nearly as funny to him.

You asked him about it later, about that gentle amusement he wore, and he explained simply, “What makes you happy makes me happy, darlin.’” 

And you understand exactly what he means. Understand how your happiness, your frustrations, your love is mirrored perfectly in his heart. Because you feel it, too.

It’s why whenever he says he’s craving something, whether it’s fast food or some elaborate dish, you’ll always find a way to get it onto his dinner plate that night. It’s why you make an extra stop during grocery shopping to get that local ground coffee he likes. 

He’d said once how much he loves the way pale blue looks against your skin, and every time you shop for clothes you find yourself gravitating towards the shade. 

You do his laundry and put a towel in the dryer every time he steps in the shower so it’s warm when he gets out. You teach him about skincare and he sits dutifully in bed every Sunday night with a face mask on and a pore strip on his nose. You schedule his doctor and dentist appointments and have never once been successful at fighting off your wide grin as you tell the receptionist on the phone that you’re his wife and they refer to you as Mrs. Miller for the remainder of the call.

Give and take, push and pull—the two of you fit seamlessly together. You take care of him, and he takes care of you, and whatever was left each day you figured out together.

So, when you make your way to the kitchen one early morning to see his lunch still in the fridge, untouched, and his coffee mug in the sink and not the dishwasher, you know something must have gone awry. Something to disrupt his morning routine.

You find your phone only to read a text message he’d left you at six this morning. 

Good morning, sweet girl. Slept through my alarm, might have to stay over today to finish. Love you.

Joel’s an independent man, you know. Perfectly capable of taking care of himself. And you know he’ll likely buy lunch for himself and Tommy, likely some gas station pizza and a soda. But you don’t like the idea of him needing to do that. Don’t like the idea of him eating anything you don’t make for him just the way he likes.

So, you spend the morning getting all dolled up. You wear that pale blue sundress he likes. You curl your hair, coat your lashes in mascara, and spray that expensive, vanilla-scented perfume he got you for your birthday last year. 

And then you grab his lunch from the fridge and make your way to the construction site. You find Joel’s truck easily and park beside it. You’re not sure why, but being here makes your heart race. 

You’ve met the majority of the guys on his crew, and they all know who you are. Countless times you’ve forced Joel to bring in containers full of cookies and pastries you’d bake the night before to share. He’s even brought a couple of them home for dinner before, and invited their wives and kids to fill your home with a little extra love and laughter for the evening.

But for some reason, this feels…different. Like you’re encroaching on their territory, invading space that doesn’t belong to you.

They’re working inside some big structure that has only the framing and roof finished, wooden beams allotting space for each room. You can hear them shouting at each other and the sound of hammers striking nails into place. Somewhere a little further into the building, there’s the mechanical whirring of a drill, but you see no face you recognize.

One of the younger-looking men up in the rafters notices you first. “Well, hello there pretty little lady. Did you need some help?”

You open your mouth to speak, to ask where you might find Joel or even Tommy. But then—

“Dean, you look at my wife like that again and it’ll be the last time you have eyes to look at anyone.” Joel rests his hand on the small of your back as he saddles up to your side. You turn to face him, and can’t help your smirk upon discovering the intimidating scowl on his face that he directs to Dean. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir. Sorry about that, Mrs. Miller.”

“It’s alright, Dean. You didn’t know,” you insist. But Joel narrows his eyes even further and doesn’t stop until you playfully hit his bicep. “It’s fine.”

His expression softens considerably when he looks at you, deep frown turning into a warm smile instead. “Hey, baby girl.” Joel pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours, kissing you softly. Nothing out of the ordinary for him, nothing you don’t expect. But what you don’t expect is for his hand on the small of your back to sink lower, grabbing a lewd fist full of your ass.

The surprise has your lips parting, but Joel only takes it to his advantage, tongue slipping between them to glide smoothly against yours.

When he finally pulls away your face is flushed and he wears that satisfied smirk like armor. He glances up at Dean, whose ears are now red-hot even though he tries very hard to pretend like he’s busy. “I’m taking a twenty. Be back in a bit.”

He takes your hand in his and leads you back outside, and once he opens the passenger door of your truck he’s quick to put his hands on your hips and lift you to help you inside. 

You expect him to close the door and round the front of the truck to get in behind the wheel, but he doesn’t. Before you’re even able to turn and tuck your legs inside, he’s pushing you back against the leather seats and sliding his calloused hands up your thighs beneath your dress. “Joel,” you say, but you don’t attempt to stop him. 

The passenger door’s propped open, just enough to shield him from view as he stands behind it. “You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties. He tugs them down and peppers open-mouthed kisses across the exposed skin of your chest, teeth nipping at your cleavage. But then he’s biting you—hard, and pressure pools low in your belly as his tongue flicks over the hurt to soothe. “Always take such good care of me. Had such a rough morning but seein’ you changes it all around.”

You’re giggling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by his sudden need, basking beneath the warmth of his praise. Your hands find his hair, tugging lightly at the ends. “We shouldn’t,” you say. “Someone will see. You’re crazy, old man, do you know that?”

“Yeah, crazy for you.” Normally you’d scold him some more, accuse him of being the absolute cheesiest man that you’ve ever met. But you don’t have the chance before he’s pushing your knees apart and pressing those hot, wet kisses to the inside of your thighs. “Can front all you want, but I’m not dumb, baby. Think you got all dressed up and came all this way for nothing? Nuh-uh.”

This hadn’t been your intention in the slightest, but now that you’re here, and his head’s between your thighs… “I just brought your lunch!” 

Joel smirks. “Fuckin’ right you did.”

You have to cover your mouth to quiet your laughter. “But…seriously. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Starving, sweetheart,” he says. “Now spread your legs.”

You do. Of course you do. 

And Joel makes quick work of you, wasting not a second before his tongue slides through your wet heat with expert precision. He hooks his arms around your thighs and drags you to the end of the leather seat, pressing his face against you. Your clit pulses with need and he takes care of that ache for you, too. Sucking it into his mouth, lapping at you with the flat of his tongue, ratcheting your pleasure to an almost unbearable place.

It doesn’t take long before your back is arching off the leather, hands tugging desperately at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. You’re whimpering his name and he’s letting out these deep, throaty groans that have your toes curling in your high-top sneakers.

In just a couple minutes he has you right there—right on the edge, so close to your orgasm you can taste it, and then he pulls away. You’re whining immediately, desperate whimpers falling for your lips. 

“Shh. S’alright, baby girl. I’m comin',’” Joel tells you. And then you watch through bleary, tear-filled eyes as he undoes his tool belt and sets it on the floor of his truck. 

The clink of his belt buckle reverberates through your ears, and you whimper again but before you can start begging he’s got his cock in his hand and he’s pressing the big, heavy tip into you. “Oh my God,” you cry, breath stuck in your lungs. 

It feels so good—he always does. He says, “C’mere, baby,” before gripping the front of your dress and pulling you up towards him. He hooks your legs around his hips and sinks into you slow, real slow. Gives you time to adjust to the size of him, time for your pussy to make room for it. He kisses you hard, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see the men on his team working thirty feet away. 

Your heart races in your chest and you think about warning him again that this might be a bad idea, but then he’s sinking his cock alllll the way into you, pushing against that sweet spot inside, and everything else fades into nothing. 

There’s nothing but Joel—your gentle, safe, loving husband, who always takes care of you and always will.

He pulls out slowly, moaning low, and then slams back into you. Again and again and again. He sets such a punishing pace that your eyes roll back and you have to sink your nails into his shoulders just to ground yourself, his gray cotton t-shirt soft and familiar beneath your fingertips. “Fuck, fuck, Joel.”

“Pretty pussy’s squeezin’ me so fuckin’ good, baby,” he says. “Know just what to give her. Know just what she needs.”

You can feel your slick coating the inside of your thighs, your orgasm creeping right back up your spine as if it’d never faded in the first place. He squeezes your thighs hard enough to bruise but it only brings you higher, gets you closer. Your clit pulses and you swear you can feel his cock throbbing inside you in tandem, a perfect man made just for you.

His hips slam into you, bringing you closer and closer and closer, until finally— “Joel, Joel, I—oh my god, shit—!”

“Ohh, sweet girl…you gonna cum for me? Hm? Feels that good? Needed it that bad, didn’t you,” he says, and it’s not a question because he just knows.

“Yes, yes, please—Joel, I’m gonna—!”

He takes a hand and grips the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. “I know, baby, s’alright. Give it to me. Yeah, that’s it. There you go.”

Your orgasm hits you hard, makeup smearing as your eyes water. Every nerve ending flares on end, euphoria washing over you and pulling your senses taut. “Cum with me, cum with me, oh god.”

He fucks you through it, and it only takes a couple more meaningful strokes before his hips are stuttering. Joel presses his forehead to yours and kisses you gently, spilling inside you with his cock pressed into you as deep as he can get. He cums with you and the words that leave his mouth as he reaches the summit give you goosebumps. “Love you, sweet girl. Love you so fuckin’ much.”

When he finally comes down, Joel’s panting breaths are in perfect sync with yours. He kisses your cheeks, your nose, your forehead. And when you start giggling he breaks out that soft, gentle smile and it turns your insides to mush.

You wince as he slowly pulls out of you and stuffs himself back into his jeans, pulling on the leather of his belt and fastening it back into place.

“Still have a couple minutes before you have to get back,” you say, cheeks warming as he helps you slide your panties back up your legs. “You really should eat something. Like, actual food. Sustenance.”

“Oh, I’m plenty satisfied,” he jokes. But when you unzip his cooler and sift through it, pulling out the turkey, tomato, and cheese sandwich you’d made him last night, he takes it from you with greedy hands. 

He eats quickly and you watch him in awe, unbelieving that he’s real, and much less that you’d somehow convinced him to love you. A perfect man, all your own, so beautiful and kind and selfless. You don’t think anyone’s loved anymore more than you love Joel.

Playfully, he taps the tip of your nose as he wolfs down the last bite of his sandwich. “What’re you thinkin’ about?”

“Just you,” is your answer.

“Me?”

“About how much I love you.”

His smile widens and he reaches his hand out, cradling your face, running his thumb along your cheekbone. “I don’t deserve you, sweetheart.”

You press your face into his hand, bottom lip jutting out. A part of you wants to beg him to come home early, to use a sick day, and hold you for hours. But instead, you kiss the palm of his hand and jump out of the truck, gravel crunching beneath your feet. “You should probably get back. Don’t want you staying any later than you have to.”

Joel lets out a heavy sigh but nods his head in agreement. He closes the door of his truck and opens the door to your car instead. “Get home safe, alright? I’ll try and get this done as soon as I can. You want me to pick something up after for dinner? Kinda cravin’ pizza.”

“Let me know when you’re leaving the site and I’ll call and put in an order for pickup. Get one for Tommy too so he can take it with him. Wanna make sure he eats. Sound good?”

He kisses you hard and nods. “Sounds real good. See you at home, baby girl.”

“I’ll be waiting on the porch,” you promise.

Like you always are. Like you always will be.

[keanureevesisbae]

↳-5 - nova -༉‧₊˚✧

Gally x Original FMC!Nova

Summary: Nova makes a decision about her future as a Runner.

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1.1k

‘Nova?’ Newt asks. ‘What do you say?’

My blood has been boiling for a while now. It started when I discovered Minho took Thomas and a few others with him to go into the Maze, but now I am seeing spots, white noise fills my ears.

Make Thomas a Runner? I would’ve agreed—dare it be slightly reluctantly—had this question been asked prior to that random girl’s arrival.  

My eyes land on Minho, ignoring everyone else. ‘Why didn’t you take me with you when you went back into the Maze?’ I ask.

His brows furrow in confusion. ‘Nova, what?’

‘Why didn’t you take me?’ I repeat. ‘Why did you bring all these non-Runners with you, after you explicitly told me you wouldn’t run today?’

Minho parts his lips but doesn’t say a word.

‘Runners can’t have secrets from one another, Minho. Remember how we established those rules when we first became Runners together? When I made you a Runner?’ My voice feels so cold and distant, even to myself. ‘You lied to me.’

‘Nova, just let me explain,’ Minho starts, but I shake my head.

‘You know, Newt,’ I say, ‘you don’t need my approval anymore. Make Thomas a Runner all you want because I quit.’

‘What?’ Minho exclaims. ‘You can’t just quit.’

‘I did it once and I can definitely do it twice,’ I snap.

I push a few of the boys aside and I hear them all yell at me, but I loudly exclaim over my shoulder, ‘Leave me alone!’

And all of the other Gladers quickly make way for me to barge through.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

My anger doesn’t settle. Not even when I’m in the Map Room. I stare at the miniature Maze Minho and I have built. All of the materials used, I got them from Gally.

So, not only ten minutes after my outburst, does the door open and I am met by the sight of Minho and Thomas. ‘Oh, of course,’ I say, ‘invite him to the spot we also promised each other no one could visit. Good to know your promises don’t mean shit, Minho.’

‘Listen,’ Minho says, ‘I’m sorry I lied to you.’

‘Liars usually say that after they’ve been caught in a lie,’ I say. ‘Seriously, I can’t believe you would do that to me.’

‘Things are changing, Nova. Thomas has discovered more in the last few days he’s been here than you and I have done in three years.’

‘Yeah, because we have common sense,’ I retort. ‘Good grief, Minho, don’t you see how this moron—’

‘Hey!’ Thomas interjects.

‘—has zero percent of that? I wanted to come get you and Alby, but I abided the rules. If we don’t abide to them, you think we could have survived all this time?’

‘Nova, he killed a Griever. We might have a way out.’

I stare at the miniature Maze. We might have a way out. That sliver of hope that we’ve been giving the other guys, might not stay a sliver.

It might become reality.

‘Well,’ I say, ‘good luck finding that out.’

Minho groans. ‘You can still be a Runner.’

I shake my head. ‘No, I can’t. Not with two people I can’t seem to trust.’

And with that, I leave the Map room.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Thomas is in the pit, the girl’s name is Teresa and all I can think about is what Ben said when he was stung. What Alby said after he got stung and saw Thomas.

It’s always him now, isn’t it?

I press my hand against my stomach as I sit on the tiny set of stairs that lead to my bed, staring over the sleeping figures.

Thomas and Teresa.

Why do I feel like I’ve seen both of them? When I saw them next to each other, I just knew. I’ve seen them before.

‘What’s on your mind, Nova?’ Gally asks, as he’s making his bed.

‘Nothing.’

‘Today was an eventful day.’

‘You don’t say.’

He glares at me. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I’m just thinking, Gally. Some people like to do that.’

He plops down next to me, not offended by my remarks. ‘What is it?’

‘What if we can leave?’ I ask him. ‘Aside who Thomas is as a person, what if that Griever thing they found… What if we can leave the Glade? What if we can escape the Maze?’

‘You don’t know what’s out there,’ Gally retorts.

‘I know, but do we really know what’s in here? Come on, Gally, the Box won’t go down. People get stung in the middle of the day. We’ve got an out-of-control Greenie and a random girl who is here prematurely.’ I turn to the side to look at him. ‘Things are changing.’

‘I know.’

‘Would you come with me?’ I ask. ‘Aside from who is joining, if we ever got to escape, would you come with me?’

He shakes his head. Damn, he didn’t even have to think a second about that. ‘I can’t.’

‘You can,’ I tell him, but he shakes his head again.

‘Maybe we should go to sleep.’

‘Gally,’ I whisper.

‘Yeah?’

‘I care about you, you do know that, right?’

It’s clear that he doesn’t really understand why I’m saying this, but he nods. ‘I know.’

‘Just think about leaving, okay? Don’t dismiss it, solely because you don’t like Thomas. Can you promise me that?’

Gally nods. ‘I can, Nova.’

When everyone is asleep, I slide in his bed again. He’s barely awake, but awake enough to say, ‘Come join the Builders tomorrow, okay?’

‘Shut up,’ I whisper.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I’m at the exit before Minho and our newest Runner Thomas are there.

‘What are you doing here?’ Minho asks. He cocks his eyebrow when he’s close enough. ‘Changed your mind?’

‘No. Force of habit.’

Minho sighs. ‘You can still change your mind, you know. You can still become a Runner.’

‘And run with Reckless and Traitor? No, thank you.’

‘Nova, I apologized,’ Minho says, patience running thin.

‘So?’

Minho parts his lips but is interrupted when the walls open.

‘Good luck out there,’ I say. ‘Don’t get yourself killed, and Minho, when it comes to it, don’t be a hero and just leave the Greenie, okay?’

‘I’m right here,’ Thomas says.

I ignore him.

Minho looks at me, sighing deeply. With his hand, he tells Thomas nonverbally to wait and he walks closer to me. ‘I’m sorry I broke your trust, but know that wherever I am, I will always trust you above the Greenie. What Runners have, that’s a bond no one could ever understand. Everything you taught me about the Maze, I take that to heart, I take value in that.’

I smile tightly.

‘When we escape, I trust you,’ Minho says. ‘Wherever we end, I trust you.’

He holds out his hand, waiting for me.

And I shake his hand, because I know deep in my heart, that I trust him too.

Wherever we end.

[keanureevesisbae]

↳-4 - gally -༉‧₊˚✧

Gally x Original FMC!Nova

Summary: Another girl arrives.

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 0.6k

I knew that Thomas was bad news the second he came up the Box. Nova’s words of how Ben could be onto something are circling through my mind.

And why the hell won’t anyone listen to me when I am talking to them about how this is all Thomas’ fault? How he got us into a situation we can’t seem to rectify?

Nova is standing next to Minho, looking at him with an expression I can’t decipher. I know that Runners share secrets with each other. I know that Runners have to trust each other one million percent.

So one look can exchange a million words.

But when Minho suggests making Thomas a Runner, I can see Nova not instantly agreeing. Every change of her expression, I make note of that. So, the widened eyes, the glare at Thomas and then to Minho… I noticed that.

But all of it is interrupted when we hear the Box.

‘It’s not time for the damn Box,’ Nova mutters and she starts to run. We all follow after her, but damn, that girl is fast. She’s there before anyone else and when I open the latch with Newt, he says, ‘It’s a girl.’

Her dark close to black hair is cascading over the grate, her eyes close as she’s deep asleep. That never happens. Every single Greenie is wide awake, they all live through the horror of the Box going up.

 We all huddle around the Box, staring at her. Newt reads the ominous note. Telling us she’s the last one ever.

I swear I sense a bit of relief coming from Nova, though I can’t exactly pinpoint why.

‘What?’ I ask her.

‘If she’s the last one ever,’ Nova whispers, ‘there’s a bigger chance I don’t ever have to go back anymore.’

The girl’s eyes then fling open, and she gasps for air, interrupting our conversation.

‘Thomas.’

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‘What did you mean by that?’ I ask Nova, when it’s finally just the two of us again. The girl is with the Med-Jacks and well taken care of alongside Alby. Nova and I are standing underneath the shades, her scars lathered with some balm after I insisted on it.

‘What do you mean?’

‘When you said that if she’s the last one ever, there’s a bigger chance you don’t ever have to go back anymore?’

Nova sighs, her lips in a pout as she thinks over her next words. ‘I’m scared,’ she admits. ‘Every single time that box comes up, I fear there’s a note in it, saying I have to go back.’ Nova looks up at me, batting her eyes. ‘I don’t want to go back, Gally.’

‘I’m never letting you go back, Nova,’ I tell her, and she smiles sadly. ‘I promise you that. You’re never going back there, wherever you went.’

She wraps her arms around my waist. ‘Have I told you that you’re kind of a cutie, Gally?’

I squeeze her tighter. ‘Yeah, in your sleep once.’

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Newt, Nova, and I are gathered together in the Council Hall, as Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Winston, and Zart come walking in. So, Chuck does listen to us when we order him something and lo and behold, they all listened to him.

We listen to them, to Thomas and it aggravates me so incredibly much. ‘The rules are the only thing that have ever held us together,’ I say. ‘Why now are we questioning that? Why aren’t we punishing him?’

Newt clears his throat, handing back that beeping thing they pulled from the Griever. ‘You’re right. Thomas broke the rules.’

Fucking finally.

‘One night in the pit and no food,’ he decides.

Okay, not the punishment I’ve been hoping for, but before I can question or fight it it, Newt continues by saying, ‘So, if Minho and Nova both agree, let’s make it official. Let’s make Thomas a Runner starting from tomorrow.’ Minho instantly agrees, but all eyes land on Nova, who has been quieter than I’ve ever seen her.

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :forever yours masterlist: :;

(a Gally x original female main character!Nova fanfiction. set in the three movies)

Life in the Glade isn't easy. Life outside it isn’t either. Especially when you’re separated from the one you love.

Thanks to recovered documents and the account of a few surviving Gladers, the new world can learn from the mistakes made in history.

prelude

The Maze

nova // gally // nova // more coming soon!

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↳-3 - nova -༉‧₊˚✧

Gally x Original FMC!Nova

Summary: Minho and Alby go into the maze without Nova.

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 0.7k

Thomas sure asks a lot of questions and not good ones either. Good grief, no wonder I’m a Runner and not in Command. Newt has an amount of patience I don’t have for the endless set of questions.

On top of not having patience, I’m also not a worrier, but as the day goes by and I mostly stay close to Gally and the Builders, I do worry.

Minho and I have made clear rules and that is to never ever spend a night in the Maze. We sprint. We run. We always calculate an extra hour to get back.

So, why aren’t they back yet?

Together with Thomas and the rest of the Gladers, we all wait near the entrance the second the rain has stopped.

Why did Alby say I didn’t have to run today? Running is in my blood, it’s my life. I should be there with them.

Gally stands beside me, his hand in the small of my back, his touch warm and had this been any other moment, it would’ve been comforting. I look up at him, his blue eyes meeting my dark brown ones. How he can stand the sight of me is beyond me because he always looks at me like I’m the only one in the world that matters to him. ‘They’ll be alright,’ he says to me.

Boy, he can’t lie.

‘I hope so.’

His hand slide from my back to my hip, pulling me closer to him. The wind howls and the doors start to slide. It makes me sick.

I should’ve been th—

Minho is dragging Alby with him in the distance. ‘Minho!’ I scream. ‘Come on, you can do it.’

Those damn rules. I have to fight every cell of my body not to run toward them. Alby means the world to me. Minho is my companion whenever we are on the run. We are the only three who knows there is no way out of this godforsaken Maze.

Not even Newt, our Second-in-Command is aware of that.

When something happens to Minho and Alby, I’ve got to tell Newt and will witness him losing that tiny spark of hope he has been holding onto.

I’m close to buzzing, because I so badly want to run to the two I trust so much. I care so much for.

But Gally wraps one strong arm around my waist. ‘You know the rules.’

Oh, Gally and his fucking rules. ‘I have to—’

‘Nova, you stay here.’ And his face means business. I stop fighting him because I know he’s right. Besides, Minho and Alby would have my head on a stick if I did what I want to.

Maybe that’s why Alby told me to stay. So one person still knows the Maze. So one person can train another Runner.

And that one person is me.

We all encourage him, but to no avail.

Thomas doesn’t have a Gally to keep him in check, because he sprints through the closing walls to my two best friends.

And the walls have officially closed.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

That night I barely slept. Gally slid into my bed that night, his chest pressed against my back, a heavy arm around my waist. He didn’t even dare to lie to me, to tell me that they’ll be alright. Part of me wanted to hear the lie, but the other part of me was grateful he didn’t even tried to lie to me.

Maybe that’s why I like Gally so much.

He’ll never sugarcoat how he feels.

When I first arrived here in the Glade, I ignored both him and Alby for the first twenty-four hours. Then Gally reached out. I never saw him do that with the others. I never see this side of Gally—the sensitive, the warm and kind side—when he’s with the other Gladers.

The next morning, we all wait for them, mostly because Chuck couldn’t possibly let this go and deep down, I couldn’t either. Dread fills my veins because I know I have to talk to Newt. I have to let him in on us never leaving the Glade.

As the boys scatter away once the door opens, I stand behind Chuck, placing my hands on his shoulders. ‘Sorry kid,’ I whisper. ‘I hoped they would’ve come back too.’

And then they do.

All three of them.

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↳-2 - gally -༉‧₊˚✧

Gally x Original FMC!Nova

Summary: Ben gets stung

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 0.9k

Whenever Nova sleeps in my bed, I always wake myself before she has to get out of bed. Her eyes flutter as she’s still asleep, though that might have to come to an end in short to fifteen minutes. Her head is resting on my chest, and I let my thumb caress her chin. Her hand fists my shirt and she nuzzles against me some more. ‘I don’t want to wake up,’ she whispers.

‘Then don’t,’ I tell her. ‘Stay asleep for a few more moments.’

She opens one of her eyes. ‘You’re such an asshole, Gally.’

I smirk at the sight of her. I like the way her lips, her cheeks and her eyes are puffy in the early morning. How her dark brown curls are slightly frizzy. I just love her immensely.

These moments, where no one is awake and it’s just the two of us, I’ve come to appreciate it so much. I’ve come to love them. When she was away, I don’t envy the people who were around me. When she finally came back, it’s like my life felt normal again. Where I felt worth living.

So, whenever I see her running out into the Maze, I am scared to death. I watch the parted walls like some sort of hawk, desperate to see if she comes back. Because I am afraid that one day, I won’t see her again.

And I can’t have that. I can’t lose her again.

When she pushes herself up to get ready for the day, I get ready too. I pull her hair up and twist it in a ponytail for her. She can do that herself, I know that, but whenever I pull that hairband from her fingers, she rolls her eyes, but complies.

From a distance I watch her, Minho, and Ben go about their day. I’m counting down the hours, the minutes, the seconds, until I see her again.

In the midst of the afternoon, they come back, a wide grin splattered across their face.

And finally, I can relax again.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Nova hates these moments.

Sure, I don’t like them, no one likes them, but Nova hates them. Whenever someone’s been stung and we banish them from the Glade, she’s not there. Considering this time it’s Ben, the boy she ran with for so many months, she can’t even stand the sight of it.

Chuck is seated next to her, both of their backs turned to the walls, and I think I’m grateful for that.

Ben fights like hell. Of course he does. I just know that tonight isn’t going to be easy on any ofus. The seconds the walls are closed, I turn around and walk toward her. She doesn’t say a word when I’m next to her. Instead, she places her head against my shoulder.

‘Do you want to cross out his name tonight?’ I ask.

She shakes her head. ‘Can you do it?’

I nod. ‘Of course.’

‘Why doesn’t it get easier?’ she asks. ‘Why does it always hurt?’

I don’t answer her question. I can’t answer her question. I work with my hands, I abide to the rules and I live my life according. Deep questions like this, those things are not for me.

‘I’ll miss him,’ Nova whispers. ‘He was annoying, but I really liked him.’

‘I know.’

And naturally, she sleeps in my bed that night. We hear one scream. Everyone around us heard it too, but we all pretend it didn’t happen. It’s for the best if we don’t talk about it.

‘I don’t have to run tomorrow,’ she whispers.

‘Why not?’

‘Alby wants to discover why Ben was stung in the middle of the day. He’s taking Minho with him. You know, considering he’s the Keeper now.’

I wrap my arms tighter around her. ‘Without you this never could’ve started.’ My lips curl into a smile as I think about her asking Alby about going out there. She was relentless and maybe that’s one of my favorite traits about her. She’ll sink her teeth into something and never let go. She’ll fight for the things she believes in. She’ll fight for the people she loves.

‘Maybe.’

‘What’s on your mind, Nova?’

‘The Greenie.’

My entire body stiffens. Call it jealousy, call it unhealthy, but I loathe new Greenies coming in here, because I always see the way their eyes widen when they land on Nova. Even though she isn’t mine, she should be.

They don’t share these intimate moments with her.

‘Why?’

‘Well, Ben accused him of this being his fault and what not.’

‘He was stung, therefore not making sense.’

‘I know,’ she sighs, ‘but… I don’t know. I overheard Alby saying that Thomas is different.’

‘Yeah, he’s a different pain in my ass.’

‘Gally, I’m serious,’ Nova says, placing her hand on my chest before she pushes herself upright. ‘There’s something about that boy. I don’t know what, but… Last night when I looked at him, I felt this weird, indescribable gnawing inside of my heart.’

I push a lock of her hair behind her ear. ‘And?’

‘What if Ben was onto something?’

‘You sure you’ve not been stung?’

Nova rolls her eyes. ‘Whatever, Gally. It’s impossible to have a serious conversation with you.’

She wants to get up, but I don’t let her. ‘Okay, I’m sorry, that was uncalled for,’ I apologize. ‘Maybe that feeling you had… It originated from the time you went back.’ I squeeze her side and she melts against me again.

‘What if Thomas did this?’

‘Then I’ll have to kill him myself.’

She glares at me, but I spot a hint of her smile on her face. ‘Good night, Gally.’

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↳-1 - nova -༉‧₊˚✧

Gally x Original FMC!Nova

Summary: The new Greenie has arrived after Nova comes back with the other Runners.

Warnings: Mentions of burns and scarring.

Word count: 1.4k

‘I wonder if there is a girls maze out there,’ I softly say as I’m readjusting the cap on my head, so it’s shielding the side of my face. With the burns and scarring on my skin, it’s sensitive and the sun sure isn’t helping. ‘I wonder if girls reek like onions after minor exercise, like some people do.’

My comment falls on the floor like a ton of bricks, but I saw the way Ben’s shoulders stiffened. Indiscreetly he tries to sniff his armpits.

I grin. ‘I was indeed talking about you, Ben.’

‘Shut up, Nova,’ he snaps, not looking at me.

Minho slaps him across the back of the head. ‘Don’t talk to her like that. You should know by now that Nova is a legend. Show some respect.’

Ben looks over his shoulder with a glare and I stick out my tongue.

Minho’s eyes lift to the sky, and he takes a sip from his water. ‘Okay, let’s head back.’

The three of us stuff our drinks back in the backpacks and we run back to the Glade. I run ahead, Ben follows, and Minho closes the line. I know the way around here like the back of my hand and nothing surprises me anymore.

I can dream my routes through the Maze.

Dread fills my heart when I realize that there’s nothing to discover anymore. No Glader knows. Ben doesn’t even know.

Just me, Minho, and Alby.

It’s on the tip of my tongue every single time when I talk to Newt, or Fry, or Gally, or any of the guys that I’ve grown so close to, but I can’t.

They are holding onto a sliver of hope, and I can’t be the one to take that away from them.

There’s no way out and the Glade is our place. Our home.

‘Oh, look at that,’ Ben says, catching up with me as we enter the Glade, ‘is that a new Greenie?’

We spot Chuck and a new boy staring at us as we run in.

‘Fresh meat,’ I say, nudging his side.

Ben hums. ‘Can’t wait for Gally to mess with his head.’

Me neither.

The Greenie looks at us, ignoring whatever it was that Chuck just said to him. Our sweet Chuck.

‘Hi Chuck,’ Ben says. ‘New Greenie, huh? How does it feel to be promoted?’

Ugh, he’s such an asshole.

‘Feels great, Ben,’ Chuck says, a small smile on his lips.

My eyes fall on Chuck. ‘Hi kid,’ I say, ‘did you tell the Greenie yet about the initiation?’

There is no initiation.

Greenie’s eyes widen as his eyes land on me, and Chuck stammers a bit, giving away my lie.

‘You two are such children,’ Minho says, while Ben laughs loudly. ‘We’ve got stuff to do.’

And we’re not even out of earshot yet, when I hear commotion erupting behind us. I instantly stop running, causing Ben and Minho to stop as well. ‘Oh, Greenie is causing commotion,’ I chuckle.

Minho sighs.  ‘We’ve got stuff to do, Nova.’

I wave him away. ‘I’ll be there in a second!’

Gally is standing over our Greenie, his shoulders stiff, his brows furrowed, and I swear he just turned a shade redder. As I slowly approach, my heart swells at the sight. The Greenie I couldn’t care less about—Gally takes up all of my imagination.

Sometimes I wonder what life could be if one of us just took that chance, but we’re stuck in here together. One argument or difference could split the Gladers into two groups. Team Nova and Team Gally and I would never want them to feel the need to pick and choose.

So, Gally and I dance in this incredibly intimate, yet awkward routine around one another. We’re definitely friends, for sure more than friends, but never will we land into relationship territory.

Gally is trying to calm the Greenie, but to no avail. ‘What the hell is wrong with you guys?’ the Greenie exclaims and Alby, Newt, and a few others are quick to join the commotion.

‘Just calm down, all right?’ Newt says, but it’s too late.

The Greenie is full on panicking now.

My eyes meet Gally’s and he simply raises his eyebrows as if he’s telling me that the escalation isn’t his fault.

I beg to differ, but okay.

Together with Alby and Newt, he has seen the most Greenies arrive. In my six month hiatus here in the Glade—a hiatus I don’t remember anything of—tons of Greenies arrived. It’s Alby’s job to show them who’s boss, it’s Newt’s job to calm them down and Gally’s job to scare them.

‘You guys can’t just keep me here,’ the Greenie retorts, even after Alby tells him that this is for his own good, for his protection.

‘Sure we can,’ I note, his brown eyes instantly on me. ‘Unless, of course, you want your entire body to be crunched, until you’re nothing but a pile of blood, broken bones and organs.’

Newt groans at the description, while Gally smirks.

‘What do you mean?’ the Greenie chokes out.

An enormous gust of wind ensues before the walls rumble. Greenie is astonished, as we all watch in indifference, been used to this massive noise now.

Gally turns around to walk away once the walls have closed. ‘Next time, I’m going to let you leave.’

‘I won’t clean the mess,’ I say and Alby glares at me.

Gally and I walk away together. ‘Shouldn’t you be with Minho and Ben?’ he asks.

‘And miss the possibility of a smushed Greenie? No.’

He brushes an escaped dark brown curl behind my ear, his knuckles grazing over my scars. On the right side of my face, the normally tawny color of my skin has turned into this leathery color and texture thanks to the burns. The pink gash over my eye going from above my eyebrow to my cheekbone sometimes itches if I’ve been sweating.

The Box often provides me with ointment for it, but they never provide me with an answer: who did this to me and why?

I pull back my head when I feel his touch.

‘We’ve been over this,’ Gally says, his tone harsh.

I scoff. ‘Still, I hate them.’

‘I know.’ He reaches into his pocket and holds out one tube of the ointment. ‘Can I?’

Once we’re under the shades provided by the thick trees that weren’t here when we first arrived here, I nod. While Gally is usually brutal, his touch is now featherlight, carefully spreading the crème over my skin. ‘Better?’

It relieves the initial pain and tightness, so I nod again.

‘And don’t forget—’

I roll my eyes. ‘Repeat this before bed,’ I groan. ‘Yes, Gally, I know.’

He glares at me, closing the tube. ‘Sorry for caring.’

I pretend to retch. ‘Ew, you care about me.’

The corner of Gally’s mouth twitches. ‘Of course, I do, Nova. Can’t imagine I wouldn’t.’

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The Greenie’s name is Thomas. Leave it to Gally to nearly beat the name out of a Greenie. I pass the boys as we all get ready to sleep, slaloming through the beds and hammocks, before I reach my own little place. I walk the tiny set of stairs, before I slide open the door, where my makeshift bed is revealed. I dive in it and settle in after I rub the ointment on the scars of my face. Gally saunters over to his own bed—at the bottom of the tiny set of stairs to my bed.

One he built just for me, because he believed I’d be back.

He offers me a tiny smirk, before he settles underneath his blankets. Unlike me, he falls asleep instantly, instead of the tossing and turning and overthinking like I tend to do. After what seems like forever, I still haven’t fallen asleep, so I slide out of my own bed and step into Gally’s. Considering I’m one of the Runners and I leave at the crack of dawn, barely anyone has discovered me sleeping in Gally’s bed from time to time.

It’s our little secret.

He turns around, half asleep, half awake, wrapping one of his thick arms around me and I nestle my face in the crook of his neck.

‘Go to sleep,’ he mumbles.

‘You can’t tell me what to do.’

‘Watch me.’ He’s drifted off to sleep instantly and I let out a content sigh, taking in his musky scent, before I fall asleep myself.

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↳-prelude-༉‧₊˚✧

Gally x Original FMC!Nova

Summary: What life was like for the Gladers before Thomas arrived.

Warnings: Mentions of scars and burns.

Wordcount: 1.1k

A/N: Okay, I am semi back I guess? Anyways, I took a lot of liberties writing this. The gist is semi the same, but there are quite a few things I have changed for the sake of the story! Hope you enjoy xx

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Recovered documents from Newt. It’s believed to be written shortly after Thomas just arrived at the Maze.

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We call it the Glade. It has been our home for so many years—for some longer than for others. The walls reach high, the doors slide shut and in the middle of the night, we hear the Maze changing.

Every single time.

We try to figure out when we can leave, if we can ever, but so far… Nothing has worked.

Okay, maybe I am skipping far far ahead in the story.

Now we are with many, but it all started with Alby.

You see, every month, a Glader is sent up by the Box, but someone had to be first, and our first Glader was Alby. For a month he figured out a way to survive by himself.

And then the Box came back up and there was Gally.

Now there were two. Two people can work harder than one and more and more got done inside the Glade. There was a place to eat, a place to sleep and a place to hide for when it rained.

Besides, Alby had appreciated the company.

A month went by, and the Box brought their third.

A girl.

Her name was Nova and Alby asked when his eyes fell on her, ‘A girl?’

Like they had never seen one before in their life, but truth be made known: they had no idea. When you come up the Box, you don’t know a thing. Eventually it dawns on you that you have a name, but that’s the only thing they let you keep.

Your name. Only a fraction of your identity.

The girl had scoffed from inside the Box. ‘No, I’m an elephant,’ she had retorted. ‘Of course, I’m a girl.’

Things became different when Nova arrived. She would sit for hours on end near the entrance or the exit, whatever you would call it. And when the walls would shut, she’d saunter off, finishing up some other chores.

I was the fourth to arrive and by the time I got settled, Nova managed to convince Alby to go out there. She knew when the walls would shut, but she wanted to figure a few things out. According to Alby, it had taken her two weeks to convince him.

Stubborn from the very start.

At first she’d leave for an hour tops, but the more secure she became, the more she’d ventured out. And when more boys arrived, things had to become more structured. More systematic.

So, Alby became our First-in-Command. Through a vote I became the Second-in-Command. Gally became the Keeper of the Builders. Nova was the Keeper of the Runners.

And when Minho came up in the Box, she convinced us all to add Minho to the Runners and together they began to map out the Maze and they created the Map Room together.

For close to a year and a half everything went its way, but then the Box came up with a note.

Send the girl back.

At first, we didn’t want to let her go, but the Box wouldn’t go down and for two months it stayed that way.

We had lost a few boys to sickness and what not, but handing one of us back to the people we didn’t know who’d send us in this Glade, was something we weren’t ready for. Finally, as food began to run out, she went.

Nova stepped in the Box.

No one had liked it. She named Minho the Keeper of the Runners and told him to continue mapping the place, because when she came back, she’d wanted him to have made himself useful.

Gally—who had loved her for a long time, but never had the guts to admit it—was out of it. Let’s just say that you really didn’t want to be a Builder at that time. No matter how many times Nova had told us that she loved us and that it would only be for the best if she went back, we had such a hard time believing it.

And there she went.

Nova stayed away for six months. With each passing month, we so hoped it would be her when the Box came up, but it was never her. We had missed her so much, but we refused to carve a line through her name, like we did with every Greenie who had lost their lives in the Glade.

But six months sure was a lot.

Finally, the Box came up and when we opened it, she was there. Our Nova.

Gally jumped in the box, but we all feared that she’d lash out—Nova could be a hot head from time to time prior to her leaving—but she didn’t. Instead, she fell in his arms, remembering her own name and the names of the Gladers who had been there when she left. There was just one giant black stain in her memory and that was the time she wasn’t here in the Glade with us.

Across her left eye she had a scar and the burns on her face looked both painful and well taken care of.

Nova was withdrawn and had more of an attitude than she had before, but we all understood. Whatever it was that she had gone through, it hadn’t been easy. Every time a new Greenie complained about her attitude, we’d tell them that she’d been through more than any of us could ever imagine.

In those six months Gally had worked on something, because he—more than any of us—believed she’d be back. When he took her on a bit of a tour, to tell her what had changed in the time she wasn’t with us, they finally ended near where we slept. She asked for her bed, only to discover the few belongings we had here belonged to someone else.

Gally had ignored her disappointment and showed her the newest bed he had built for her. No girls had come up and he wanted her to have a tiny place for herself. A place where she’d had privacy from the rest of the boys.

And Gally’s bed wasn’t too far from hers, because after she had left, he wanted to stay close to her.

Minho had continued to map the Maze, together with Ben. It took her two weeks before Nova became a Runner again, though Minho kept the title of being the Keeper of the Runners.

Nova and Gally sat on the platform a lot, watching over the Glade. No one knew what they were talking about, but sometimes I think those two truly got each other. Gally isn’t much of a talker, yet sometimes I see him unable to stop blabbing when Nova’s near him. Nova doesn’t open up, but I feel like they truly get each other.

And then Thomas came along, and our lives changed forever.

—Newt

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Your honour, I love him

gally the maze runner

🎀!who only has a soft spot for you

thinking about! gally who only has a soft spot for you ♡

🎀:: includes, glader!gally, dating him in the glade, fluff, head-canons (how i think he’d act in a relationship), and you!

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thinking about! gally who’s hands can cause so much damage in the fighting circle but when he goes to touch you he handles you with the upmost care. as if you’re a fragile china set that’ll break at the smallest interference.

thinking about! gally who isn’t one to break rules around the glade going out of his way to find loopholes to make exceptions just for you. “i said no one could take extra plates - but you barely ate today so here,”

thinking about! gally who isn’t one to care about what others do (unless they aren’t doing their job) to suddenly becoming the most observant and concerned person you know after you officially started dating. you could be handling a semi-dangerous tool from across the glade and he’d just appear out of nowhere just to take it off of you. making excuses like “you don’t have the right grip for that,” when really, he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

thinking about! gally who’s tough and harsh when he speaks to the others but only ever lowers his voice when it comes to you. you can see the way his shoulder slowly loosens and how he slightly undoes the tension in his jaw. he always listens intently, to what you have to say even biting back his usual sarcasm.

thinking about! gally who’d drop anything he’s doing to help you out. if you’re struggling, if you’re in distress - he’s there. no hesitation, no question’s needed. anything to help lighten the load for the one person he loves.

thinking about! gally, who’s known to be stubborn and hotheaded among the gladers, someone who hardly ever admits when he’s wrong. even you aren’t inexperienced when it comes to seeing him get angry. so imagine your surprise when you heard that foreign phrase: “i’m sorry,” being muttered under his breath after your first argument as a couple.

thinking about! gally who’d change his attitude just for you. for you he’d try to be better. if that means, changing his behaviour or even being more patient with newer greenies (which. is. a. pain) but he’d do it all for you - just to see that pretty smile on your face or hear your loving compliments. he hates to admit it but you’ve softened him up but he wouldn’t have it any other way. after all, you’re the only person who can make this prison-dump tolerable.

-🎀-

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :forever yours masterlist: :;

(a Gally x original female main character!Nova fanfiction. set in the three movies)

Life in the Glade isn't easy. Life outside it isn’t either. Especially when you’re separated from the one you love.

Thanks to recovered documents and the account of a few surviving Gladers, the new world can learn from the mistakes made in history.

prelude

The Maze

nova // gally // nova // gally // more coming soon!

[keanureevesisbae]

So.... 7k has been written of the maze runner fanfic and it's nowhere near done? why does this happen to me?

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I am on maze runner TikTok and suddenly there’s 20% of a fanfic written on my computer??

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Not me watching a football match because of a incredibly cute referee 😅

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It's been close to a month since I went to Wicked and I'm still listening to the soundtrack on a daily basis

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Not only am I listening, but if you open your window and listen carefully, you'll hear me screeching like a pterodactyl

🌹🌹🌹

Yes I'm listening and I need more!!!

He considers your words for a moment, then he nods and sinks back down in his chair. “I do prefer to take my women out to dinner first,” he says, as a cheeky grin begins to grow on his face, “but I guess this time around I’ll have to start with dessert.”

(Under Orders - part 5)

“I’m mad I knocked you up by accident,” he said. There was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Would’ve loved to have known what I was doin’.” “We can make the next one on purpose,” you laughed.

(Fixer-upper - part 27) (@keanureevesisbae, are you listening?)

“Shit, sorry, Sweetcheeks. No shoes on that rug. I’m fairly sure it costs more than my tuition.”

(Coffee + Cats - part 7)

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In case anyone wonders:

I have deleted the dating app. I have never thought less of men then I do now (and the bar was already in hell)

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I got these from Pinterest