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Newtmas Garden

Thomas was capable of killing a cactus before he met Newt

He never thought he'd be the type to have a garden until he saw his boyfriend so immersed in some plants that seemed like nothing more than leaves at the store

Even though he always remembers, Newt has reminders on his phone to care for the plants

Thomas buys umbrellas to cover them when it rains

Newt is best at growing vines while Thomas thrives with potted plants

Thomas accidentally grew poison ivy in the beginning, and Newt had to put gloves on his hands to keep him from scratching

Newt talks to the plants when he thinks nobody's looking, and Thomas thinks it's adorable

Thomas says, 'look, it's you' every time the hose water makes a rainbow

Minho and Teresa are the only ones trusted with plants when they have to leave

The gardens attracts an orange cat eventually which Thomas takes in and names Tabby

Newt buys him a collar without a bell because he hates the sound

They have to stop the cat from eating their plants all the time

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Promised Protection

Pairing:Aris x gender neutral reader

Summary:Aris is the only one you trust among strangers.

He was pacing back and forth, stopping at our door each time to check the window. I sat on the bed, keeping a close eye on the ticking clock, both metaphorically and literally. The countdown was practically taunting, reminding me that we’d be back in uncontrolled danger far too soon.

“We don't have to get help with this, you know?”I pushed.

“That won’t-”

“These are strangers. What if they're spies on the inside? Or they screw this up for us? Nothing here is as it seems. Why would they be any different?"I pointed out before he could give me the same answer as always. We really don't need anyone else. Not if we can't trust a single one of them.

“You and I are just two people. There's so many guards here that we’ve seen a new one every day. We can't do this alone.”

I couldn't help but sigh as I glanced back up at the torturous time bomb to when we’d face death all over again. It's completely different though. Last time we had to escape somewhere, we were with people we knew we could count on. Now it's just us and a group we’ve never met.

“Y/N,”He sighed, stopping in his tracks. I grabbed the ladder of the bunk bed, leaning on it, as I looked up at him.

With his brows furrowed in sympathy, he walked back over to me. As I faced the ground, he took a seat on the mattress. His presence, like always, was warm, an inviting comfort I wanted to melt in. Still, I didn't move a muscle, my head spinning with possibilities.

“Do you remember the night we had to get out of the Maze? When we were hiding from the Shades?”He asked quietly.

That night was the true definition of a nightmare. Never before had I seen so much blood in one place, thick dark red spreading across the pure snow. Piercing screams and monstrous shrieks sounding through the dark were the only sound from our spot in the slammer. Each one was a banshee call of death.

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember what I told you during that? While we were hiding?”

The sounds throughout the night grew louder the more infrequent they were, cries for help and pain as friends clawed at arms, begging them to stay. His hand muffled my panicked breaths as he made me look at him while almost silently promising it would be okay. Nothing, he swore, absolutely nothing, would happen to me.

“That as long as you were there, I’d have protection,”I recited.

“And I haven't broken that so far. Have I?”

“No. You haven't.”

“So why would I break it now?”

I trust Aris so much it's almost a weakness. He could stab me in the chest, and I’d spin in circles looking for who hurt me. As far as I’m concerned, everyone here but him is guilty.

“You wouldn't,”I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder. He placed a hand on my knee, rubbing innocent circles with his thumb.

“That won't change just because there are more people around. We’re going to be fine.”

I’m not sure about that. Not with how insane everything has truly been.

But we’re going to try our best to make that true, no matter what it means.

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Temporary Love Story (Prologue)

Pairing:Sonya x Harriet

Summary:Sonya meets her new life.

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The little girl's heart was beating out of her chest, thumping so quickly she was worried it would overwork itself and stop. She was clutching her brother's jacket close, doing her best to make sure the sleeves that dragged past her hands stayed above her wrists. Her small footsteps echoed on the twisting hallway, a neverending path to the depths of hell. The guards beside her were too tense for her liking, shoulders straight and feet matching perfectly, like they were robotic soldiers. Her eyes glanced at the stun guns on their belts, the weapons camouflaging with the impossibly inky shades of black. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she managed to grab it and stun one. The likelihood of her getting both was next to none so she probably wouldn't be escaping. She had decided that they had a basement like she and Newt used to live in. Their basement was full of whips and knives and bloody ropes though, a torture chamber for the bad kids. She knew there had to be a mean man in charge of watching to make sure they were wounded and scarred properly.

Her feet were blistering in her shoes that were far too small. She hadn't been allowed to find her good ones before being taken by the strangers that killed her parents. They were a faint purple with blue flowers she would never get to see stitches into the sides. They even had laces instead of velcro, because she was becoming a big kid like Newt.

Her legs were burning despite the air getting colder, almost like a warning to leave. She wished she could explain that she definitely did not want to be here. The only reason she hadn't run off faster was because she had Newt. When she didn't though, she was off, covering herself with a mop in a closet until a janitor found her.

The guards stopped in front one of the endless doors. They were all metal and white, a few silver scratches on them. There was a pin to turn the handle and a rectangular window right above it that made her shiver.

They didn't speak as one of them stepped in front of her. She went to peek like this was a game of hide-and-seek at home before remembering that her life was completely different now. Pulling back, she stood there, looking up at the masked people until the door beeped. She stepped back as it swung forward, revealing a dark room with the outline of bunk beds. Every last one was occupied by a sleeping or at the very least non-moving body. All except one at the end of the room, where a girl was sitting up in the darkness, having to depend on shade to see the colors of the rubix cube in her hand.

“To her,”one of the guards, a woman, ordered, speaking the first words she had directly heard here. She turned back around towards that stretching hallway. Her shadow was as big as she wanted to be, filling the hall like a giant nuisance demanding to be noticed.

The real Sonya was different though. Her spirit was mighty, but her physical being was still that of a child.

Realizing there wasn't another choice, she walked into the chambers, her head high to not give off a speck of fear. The guards couldn't have cared less how she felt, simply shutting the door the second she was out of the light. She squinted as her eyes adjusted, straining to get yet another uncomfortable part of this place over with.

After a moment, when the blobs went back to being figures, she walked over to the girl who had turned her attention to the new girl. She seemed just as, if not more confident than Sonya, dreads hanging behind her back and caramel eyes that glistened with curiosity.

“This is my new life?”She asked quietly.

“Yeah. This is your new life.”

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Hear me out real quick

Dealer Aris x stoner reader in a modern au

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Hi again, you’re one of the only fic writers that actually write Aris normally or at all so I was gonna request something where Reader is Aris’ maze and Thomas and the guys arrived to WICKED before they all escape into the desert but Reader doesnt trust the rest of them at all and she just always sticks by Aris or something

Hey. He's my favorite so I always love writing for him, especially requests. I'll make sure to get on this too for you

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Hi so I was wondering if you could maybe write a fic where reader is in some sort of relationship with Jorge and Brenda is kinda like their ‘daughter’ and Reader is around Brenda when the guys come through the scorch or something?? I haven’t seen any frică about Jorge like ever

Sorry I'm just replying. Your asks got lost in my notifications, but I'll make sure to write them for you :)

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Guilty Pasts

Pairing:Brenda x Teresa

Summary:The truth of the betrayal comes out.

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Teresa hadn't stopped pacing, her heart racing so fast it numbed her blistered feet. She was sweating through her clothes while the back of her neck was sweating from the few strands of chestnut hair that hadn't been collected in her two-second ponytail.

“Making yourself smell bad isn't going to do you any good.”

“Aris, for once in your life, can you hold back your snide remarks?”She snapped, giving him a cold glare. He had the nerve to shrug in a way that said no before going back to his dinner. She couldn't even stomach half of her pork and vegetables, too busy being repeatedly punched in the gut by the fact that this could be the end of her and Brenda.

“Half of this is your fault,”She exasperated, throwing her head back to let out a groan that she could barely resist turning into a scream.

“I thought we agreed this was WICKED’s doing?”He reminded her.

“We did. Until you started being annoying about it.”

“Well, you're not exactly listening to me being positive. Remember how I said, ‘Brenda would understand. She knows what WICKED is like and more importantly, she loves you’. And you said, ‘that doesn't matter when she finds out I kissed you’ which thanks for that by the way. I love being treated like disease.”

She huffed before storming off, her already heightened emotions going off the charts. Already having seen Brenda fawn over Teresa getting sick (being worried about their relationship), he simply took her plate, adding her food to his and mixing it up before taking another bite of his now overfilling dinner.

♡ - - - ♡

Teresa’s foot was frantically bouncing up and down as she sat on their bed, hands clenching and unclenching to help push back the bile rising in her throat. She had only ever wanted to help the world. Cheating on her girlfriend wasn't supposed to be part of that. It didn't make any sense that it could be.

Brenda was always strong despite being on the shorts side. She could run like nobody's business and lift things that would make guys arms shake. She used to be worried that it made her undesirable. Teresa had quickly taken care of that. She would regularly trace the outline of her subtle abs or tell her how pretty she was when she would show off her strength, moving their furniture or carrying planks of wood.

Another result of her strength was how valuable of a Builder she was.

And she was still going home without a word when she saw Teresa walked into their home with her head hung low.

The terrified girl looked up when she recognized the light footsteps, face draining of color. She stiffened as her mouth went dry, her mind blanking.

“What's wrong?”Brenda immediately questioned, eyebrows furrowed in worry as she rushed beside her, placing her fingers under her chin to tilt her face towards her to place a hand to her head.

Teresa’s eyes threatened to flood with tears, stinging and growing glassy. Her face started burning, lip quivering as she was even more ill with guilt.

“Tess, what's going on?”She repeated even softer than before.

“I'm sorry,”She got out in a shaky voice before tears started flowing down her cheeks. More concerned with her sadness than the apology, Brenda cupped her face, wiping away the shiny worries of a breakup.

“It's okay. We'll figure out whatever happened,”She assured her.

“I didn't want to kiss him.”

Brenda’s heart stopped, eyes widening as she froze. Teresa, her Teresa, was still looking at her with those sad bright blue eyes that always captivated her. The words didn't make any sense, and they couldn't possibly have left her girls soft lips. The lips she kissed at least once a day, the lips that had covered places no one else would ever see, the lips that had never touched another’s.

“What?”She asked slowly, trying to take it all in.

“Aris, I didn't want to kiss him. It's-it was WICKED. they just said, actually threatened Thomas-”

Putting her hand up, she signaled her to stop. Listening, she closed her mouth while staring at those dark brown eyes, the ones that showed her what branches of real trees that stretched for the blue sky looked like. Tess’s Brend, her strong, sweet, and smart Brenda had already pieced it together from stuttered broken words. WICKED made Teresa kiss Aris or something would happen to Thomas.

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?”She asked in a scarily calm voice.

“Nobody was allowed to know. Then, there was too much happening in the Scorch, and then we were separated. Then, we had the war before we reconnected, and it was all too much. I just wanted some kind of normalcy. Just for a bit. But I ended up too worried about how to tell you to even feel that,”She finally spilled, taking a deep breath when everything was out in the open.

She wasn't happy about it being hidden here. At all. They were supposed to tell each other everything no matter how bad. After all, they were a team. Not a team like Teresa and Thomas or Brenda and Jorge. They were supposed to always be willing to figure things out, to lean on each other no matter how big or small the problem was, and comfort and love the other whether it was solved. But this problem was a bit . . . different. It broke the most basic rule of any relationship but for very complicated and selfless reasons.

“I don't like that,”She stated the obvious.

“I didn't either,”She promised.

“But I really, really love you,”She whispered, turning to stare at the door. Finding herself speechless again, Teresa kept her gaze on her, finding herself immersed in her special features.

Still not knowing the right thing to say Brenda wrapped her arms around her. Pulling her close, Teresa instantly clung to her shirt, breathing in her girlfriend's scent of freshly made wood and crushed flowers they painted the world around them. She closed her eyes as she did her best to bury herself in her light.

“I really, really love you too,”She whispered back. Despite learning of what she should have known long ago, she nodded in understanding that this was the one thing she couldn't lie about.

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Closed Books

Pairing:Mary x Ava

Summary:Mary's need for Ava leads to her demise.

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Mary did everything to keep the nerves away. Her hands were in her coat pockets to keep her from biting away at her nails. Her hair was out of her face so she couldn't play with it. Her sleeves were short so she couldn't mess with them. Those would all be showing weakness, and she couldn't do that. Not today. Not here.

Still, she stared up at the building, a sense of wonder in her eyes. She had been to a lot of places in her life and had seen a lot of things, a lot of terrors, but never this. Never a place so secured it was practically impossible to get into. Never a place that guaranteed safety as long as she was inside. Never a place doing everything to find a cure to get rid of those horrors that haunted her dreams.

The cure was all she wanted in life. Helping people was what she did best, calming down those spiraling about the world, bandaging scrapes on anyone who had one, and letting others eat for the little food she had. Because that was who Mary was. That was what Ava loved about her.

This wasn't just putting a bandaid on skin though. This was the fate of the world, and part of it would be in her hands now.

“I can't do this,”She insisted, turning around to leave. There were plenty of people here to help, plenty of minds to make the discovery. Minds much greater than hers would ever be.

“Yes you can,”Ava said firmly, grabbing her hand before she could make a mistake. She had seen her girlfriend work, had watched her give her all into everything she did, since she first met her.

“I’m not cut out for this,”She whispered.

“Mary,”She said softer, taking her other hand. Mary let her while staring at the ground, face growing warm with doubt. Refusing to let her give up so easily, she placed a hand on her chin, making her face her. The brunette couldn't pull away from her touch, almost captivated by the comfort. “What if you're the one to find what they need? What if you're the missing piece?”

“What if I’m not?”

“Do you really want to risk not knowing?”

Mary stared at the ground again, head spinning with possibilities. The intelligence needed to do this and the risk she was taking, uprooting her entire life for a maybe, wasn't something she would think of lightly. It was a heavy decision, one that would drain her if she didn't make the right one.

Ava knew there was something special about Mary, something not even she could see yet.

Reaching behind her neck, her fingers unclasped the gold necklace with a tiny black raven hanging on it. It was a symbol of freedom, of what her life, what everyone's lives, were going to be when this was all over.

Questioning her lovers silence, Mary raised her head, looking into her deep blue eyes. Still not saying a word, not giving an explanation, she reached around her shoulders, fiddling with the piece of jewelry before clasping it around her neck. When she looked down, she took in the way it stood out against her white coat with her name etched into it, making one thing loud and clear.

Mary was special, and Mary was deeply loved by her.

She couldn't find the words to express how much it meant to her. Ava wore that necklace everyday. It was impossible not to know how important it was.

Yet she had put it around her neck as if it was nothing, as if it had always been there.

“I’m right here. Always,”She said firmly.

“Come with me,”Mary said before she could even think about it.

“I’m not the one they wanted,”She reminded her.

“No. But you're the one I want. And I can't do this alone. I need you,”She insisted, holding out her hand. The blonde stared at it as she ran through the consequences in her head. She was supposed to be here for emotional support, a final push and loving goodbye. This certainly wasn't part of the plan.

Mary was looking at her with those soft brown eyes though, silently begging to not have to do this alone. This new chapter of her life couldn't be done without Ava. Not when she wanted her on every page.

Knowing her lover had too much potential to waste out of fear, she accepted her hand, lightly squeezing before Mary locked their fingers together. Turning back to the building that was basically impossible to get into and even more difficult to get out, they each took a breath before stepping forward as the sun finally rose behind them.

She couldn't have expected it would end like this. They were supposed to die happy together and side by side. Mary was never supposed to leave her there to figure it out on her own. Ava was never supposed to not follow. They were never supposed to be on opposite sides that wanted the other destroyed.

And still Ava stood still, watching Mary fall to her knees as the bullet struck her stomach. The panic only got worse, people still trying to escape and resisting when they were caught.

Vince though, he came right to them, kneeling by Mary’s side as he shook his head in denial.

She should feel something more as she watched what was once her world die in a second, eyes shutting for the very last time. She should feel more guilt, more grief, more anything.

But all she could manage was numb. Ava Paige had been numb for a long, long time. If she wasn't, she wouldn't have gone through with the Mazes. She would be like Mary, running away from it all because of their cries.

All she could do was watch as the girl who once wanted to marry her died with a burning hatred that she could never manage to return. Or maybe she did. Maybe that's why she couldn't feel a thing as she passed away at WCKD’s hand, with a tiny black raven around her neck, as the sun set behind them, finally closing the book of them.

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TMR Girl's Love Language

Giving:Words of affirmation

She generally compliments personality or achievements, because it's more personal than something you can't control. She still calls you beautiful in super specific ways though.

Receiving:Quality time

She understands we never know how much time we have with someone. Knowing you took time out of your day just to be with her makes her feel so special.

Giving:Acts of service

While she was instantly die for you, she shows her love by doing small daily inconveniences. She’ll make your bed, do your laundry, wash dishes, etc. She makes sure your life is as easy as possible.

Receiving:Physical affection

She loves the small things like hand-holding and you playing with her hair. Even in her sleep, she'll move closer while you two cuddle. She’s an absolute sucker for a hand on her thighs.

Giving:Gift giving

She loves finding you pretty things in nature like seashells or flowers. She’ll either collect a bunch for you for the end of the day or bring you a super pretty one randomly. She also loves making things for you. She can sew so she’ll bring you embroidered clothes or little crafts.

Receiving:Physical touch

She’s a very touchy person even with friends. She loves long hugs where you wrap your arms around the others necks. She’s always holding your hand and gets so happy if you kiss her face.

Giving:Quality time

She tends to be be busy so time isn't something she can spare. When it is, she wants to give it to you. Whether it's planning dates or decompressing in silence, she tries to make you a priority.

Receiving:Acts of service

She has a lot in her plate so when things are properly taken care of, she's so thankful. The fact that you cared enough to listen about what's on her to-do list makes her melt. She also loves that she gets more time with you.

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Who You Think I Am

Pairing:Harriet x Sonya

Summary:Harriet chooses the role her parents expect over who she is.

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Sonya found herself entranced by it. It was so simple, so common, yet every time she was staring out the window, head leaning against the glass as she traced it with her fingertips. The drops were always going at such different paces no matter how hard the weather itself was. The sky was filled with gray clouds keeping all the sunlight to itself, hiding it from here. It was neither kind nor cruel, but it was selfish. Always taking what it didn't earn, stealing what was meant to be hers.

The rain was her everything at one point. It would sing her to sleep, soft patterns luring her eyes shut like a siren lures sailors to the sea.

Like how Harriet lured her into love only to refuse to let it blossom, to let herself become the beautiful flower that could touch those gray clouds.

Harriet was soaked, dripping from head to toe. Her clothes were sticking to her body, clinging to her skin. She kept blinking, trying to stop it from ruining her vision. She could barely feel her hands as she tapped them against the glass, sitting, waiting. It mixed with the raindrops at first, seeming to become a part of her.

Still, it was enough for Sonya to get out of bed, squinting in the dark. With her blanket wrapped tightly around her, she made her way to the window right as there was a flash of lighting, forcing its way through the inky night and enlightening her best friend who was sitting patiently on her roof as if it wasn't a falling hazard.

Reaching her fingers to the top of it, she quickly unlocked it before pulling it open. Harriet was shaking as she slipped inside, getting water on the blonde’s brand new pink carpet.

“I’m sorry. I just-”

Throwing her arms around her without a second thought, she didn't even pay attention to her favorite cotton pyjamas, dark purple shirt and pants with intricate daisy’s on them, getting just as wet.

Harriet stiffened for a moment, eyes wide at the reaction she both expected and knew was kinder than anyone else's would be. As her arms wrapped around her neck, she gave in, resting her chin on her shoulder as she tightly held her waist.

“Are you okay?”

Her throat closed up as her eyes welled with tears. She was never a crier. She didn't want to be seen as weak, even and especially by her favorite person in the world.

But how was she supposed to explain it all? The painful longing that always filled her heart whenever she met her eyes? The lingering want that prolonged the days she wasn't around? The aching warmth when her hands laid tenderly on her skin? The devoted yearning she had spent years doing?

She tried. She always tried so desperately for the words to come out, for her head to make sense of it all, for her heart to be on her sleeve for once in her life. After so many nights together, long hours under the stars and laughs under blankets, it shouldn't be so impossible to just say three words.

They rarely slip past her lips though. Even her own parents had to understand she cared because of her actions instead of her words. She would say it back but never first. And never, ever with any underlying romantic affection.

Pulling away and grabbing both of the now damp girl's hands, she squeezed almost as hard as her heart constantly felt, trapped in the prison of her ribs. Only Sonya could make it stop, could free her from the shackles that constantly weighed her down as she drowned in love that consumed her lungs.

“Oh, you're shaking, love. You need to dry off.”

Harriet was sure she was taunting her now, purposely reminding her of what she was unable to properly say. Three words. Three friendship changing words that would destroy it no matter how it went.

She was tougher than this. She had done a lot of rough things in her life and been through a lot of dangerous situations.

And her mouth still wouldn't open.

“I’m sorry, sunshine.”

The nickname sounded different than usual. It was strained, getting lost in the storm. The two syllables seemed crafted, like there was a motive to them.

“Whatever happened, I'm sure we’ll figure it out.”

Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the room that was just shadows and outlines. Including the shadows and outlines of Harriet and Sonya praying for the same thing.

Say it. Please just say it?

Being with Sonya would mean going public. It would mean admitting that she liked girls. It would mean having to sit her parents down and explaining that the baby they thought they knew everything about the wasn't exactly as they pictured.

It was easier to run from it. From her sexuality, her feelings, her love for Sonya. It was so much easier to fight who she actually is and let the default version everybody thought they knew be true.

So without so much as a sorry, she was back out that window, ignoring how her name was frantically called as Sonya leaned her head out the window, squinting to make out her figure.

It didn't matter though. Harriet was already dashing down the street faster than her feet could carry her.

You can’t run from some issues though. Not if those issues aren't even issues in the first place. Not if they just happen to be you.

Alby was a nice enough boy. He was a little bit . . . coarse for her mother's liking. He was very straightforward with absolutely everything. While he was always respectful, something about his presence made you check that your clothes were in decent shape.

He was her daughter's friend though, and they seemed to like each other enough. Sometimes when he came over to dinner, her parents exchanged a look that said maybe a little too much despite the most contact between the two being an quick see you later hug or her playfully punching him in the shoulder. The couldn't help but think it was in the eyes. Seeing as Harriet’s had lost their spark for months, a look between her and anyone that didn't have to know or wasn't related to was bound to make her breathe a little easier.

She knew what they were thinking. It was hard not to.

Part of her hated that she was aware if it was a girl she smiled at like that they would see it as platonic. Meanwhile, she was just ‘dazing off’ every time she would stare at Sonya. Because her parents didn't see her as Harriet, their track-runner, assertive but genuine, lesbian daughter. They saw her as Harriet, their track-star, stubborn but kind, straight daughter.

She was staring out at the rain from her living room window, hand on her chin as her elbow rested on the couch. She used to think it was something wonderful, the way the scent would linger in the air hours before it fell, the way the air grew warmer when it was around, the way the grass felt in the morning after.

Now her heart grew heavy every time she heard thunder.

“Alby’s a nice boy,”her mother pushed from the chair, not lifting her head from her crossword.

“Yeah. He’s a good friend,”She shrugged, not looking away from the rain as she made it as clear as possible that no. She would never be with him. Not like that. Just because she was hiding who she really loves doesn't mean she has to pretend she could ever love someone else.

“Mhm. Friend,”her father drew out.

“Yep. Friend.”

Her voice was blank against her will, copying the numbness that never left. She knew that no matter how badly she tried, no matter how much she begged her heart to, she would never be over Sonya. Even when she changed routes to avoid her, the ghost of what they had always followed. The thought of what they could be made her mouth sour as her stomach burned.

She wanted her sunshine back.

“You know it's alright if there's something . . . more is happening,”her mom gently pushed.

“Yeah. But there's not.”

Her parents thought she had something to confess. And she did. She had for years now.

It just wasn't what they thought, and that was reason enough to lock who she was up.

“You know-”

Their words stopped existing, the only sound being rain dripping down the window, droplets hitting the panel in a soft pattern. One tap, two taps, double taps. One tap, two taps, double taps.

How could something so destructive make such a calming noise?

“Harriet?”

“Hm?”She mumbled, glancing over at them. Their eyebrows were both furrowed as they exchanged glances, still trying to figure out what was going on with their kid. She had just woken up one day different. She was dull, indifferent to most things. The world would have to end or something of the sort for her to care about things while she had time to just think and wallow.

“Are you okay?”He asked carefully, a concerned glint in his gaze that made her want to burry her face in the couch and never be seen again.

Doing the next best thing, she turned back to the window, eyes following the water droplets that had formed a pile at the bottom, fogging up the window like her vision had been blurred that night she ran.

“You'd love me no matter what, right?”She asked slowly.

“Of course.”

“Always.”

Their answers were quick, almost said without thinking about it. She didn't know if that was because it was an automatic response or a genuine one. Somehow she got no clarification on whether or not she should do this.

She needed reasons. She needed actual proof, like the ability to read their minds or see the future. She needed to be able to turn back the clock if this went the way she was so terrified it would.

Unfortunately, she wasn't capable of the impossible just yet. She couldn’t even ask out a girl she already knew liked other girls.

“Do you remember 9th grade? When I brought home that report card?”She questioned as casually as possible. Her parents immediately exchanged another confused look before turning back to their daughter who hadn't dared glance at either of them.

“The one with the bad math grade?”her father clarified.

“Yeah. The one with the bad math grade,”She confirmed. That had definitely been a rough month. She had gone from all A’s to A’s and a D. The formulas had gotten too long for her to take in, letters and numbers merging together in a jumbled bunch. She had done her best, taking up every extra credit and tutoring resource available. It just hadn't been enough.

Her parents had been absolutely furious, screaming about their disappointment until she was in tears. Only then, did she get told off into her room, where she had to resist slamming the door as she bit her cheek until it bled.

“Yes. Why?”her mom gently asked.

“Why were you so angry about it?”

It had been so long since either of them had really thought about those weeks. To be fair, Harriet hadn't brought home anything close to that since. She was back to being their perfect little straight girl.

“We didn't expect that from you. You've always been so good at school. It didn't make sense that you'd be basically failing,”She explained, giving her a soft smile that Harriet couldn't see.

‘We didn't expect that from you.’

She felt her throat swell with her heart that didn't fit right in her body, puncturing her lungs and tearing apart her soul. Before anyone, she had been theirs. She was her parent's baby long before she was Sonya’s one that got away or Alby’s self-criticizing friend. She was playing the role of their perfect daughter, straight A’s, straight mind, straight girl. She was the one other parents would tell their kids to be more like because her parents were always bragging on her. She did what was expected.

They didn't expect her to be a lesbian.

Accepting that she wasn't ready to find out what would happen if she was herself, she managed a firm goodnight as she walked up to her room, forever a caged bird clipping its own wings.

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Forbidden Corridors

Summary:Rachel and Teresa let curiosity lead them down an abandoned hall.

Pairing:Platonic Teresa x Rachel

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The hallway was everstretching, plummeting further and further into darkness. The walls were doing their best to suffocate them, forcing their shoulders to brush together at each step. The floorboards beneath them screamed for the mercy of death, longing for an end of their eternal suffering.

This certainly was not where Teresa and Rachel were trying to end up. Their idea was so simple. Go through the tiny off limits door and build a girl's only paradise where they would keep their minds sane for just a little longer.

They certainly didn't think a random passage would take their entire lives to get through.

“What if there is no end?

Rachel's usually quiet voice echoed in the protruding hall, intensifying in a way no shout ever could. Both girls froze in their tracks, Teresa's face contorting to discomfort as Rachel scratched her palm. Their urge to finish this, to find the end, to make this worth it, was sealed into their minds. The had a mission and no idea how long it would take to finish it. Half an hour? Three? Five? There were no clocks or lights to tell them.

“Should we give up just in case?

They both already knew the answer. Their lives, for as long as they could remember, had been dedicated to a cure they still hadn't found, for a disease they were kept in the dark about for at least a third on. Giving up wasn't exactly their forte.

So, as if they had already mastered telepathy, they were off yet again.

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Lost Trust

Summary:Harriet's words turn out to be empty.

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“Nothing bad is going to happen to us.”

The words had been so simple at the time, so absolutely innocent. They were reassurances that life would continue being the same as always for them. It would just happen to have a boy. Something simple, something neutral, something they could get used to. He wasn’t some domino effect that would ruin everything they knew. He was just a pale scrawny guy named Aris. Nothing more, nothing less.

And yet, the girls were all standing in the ruins of their lives, huts torn to the ground, gardens ripped to shreds, and the blood of those who didn’t make it. After him, everything fell apart. The Shades were out in the middle of the day, attacking Skaters. People who had been stung were screaming things about the outside world nobody could imagine, warning the Icers of the horrors outside their prison. The box hadn't come up during its designated two weeks, leaving them wondering whether or not they were going to starve.

And finally, the Maze was pulling them in like sirens luring sailors to sea. And when they didn't accept it, when they didn't take it quickly enough, it punished them.

The Shades were horrendous. Icers who had only heard the stories, who had visualized the best they could from traumatized Skaters, who had only heard them beyond the walls, realized they were much, much worse than anything their minds could come up with. And much, much more bloodthirsty.

The world was empty, dark voids filling their hearts that once held what they had worked so hard to make a home. It was supposed to stay that way until they found their escape, to be the best peace and comfort they could manage.

And now it was gone. Completely and utterly gone.

“You promised,”one girl whispered, words carrying throughout the icy Spring. With the way she was the first to find her voice, she was practically screaming, demanding answers everyone wanted. As if she had created a ripple in the crowd, others found the ability to speak, getting louder and louder as they all found the same thing to say, the same person to blame.

Harriet.

Harriet had promised.

She stood there, staring blankly at everything around her, heart thumping out of her chest as her eyes stung from something different than the sharp air. Her head was racing with failure, breath shaking as if she was trying to wake herself from a bad dream.

She wouldn't fail them. Harriet would never fail them. Never, never, never. That's not her. That doesn't make any sense. Even though it was against her will, she had never done anything less than her absolute best to protect everyone. She had put herself on the line and faced screams and tantrums countless times. That can't have all been for nothing.

“You promised we would be okay. You swore everything was going to be fine,”Amaretta snapped, words cutting through the atmosphere, forcing their way under Harriet’s skin. She did her best to swallow the overwhelming saliva in her mouth as her stomach churned, burning with self-hate and blame.

They were right. She promised them a place without fear.

And that's all they felt when they lost their pulse.

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Sonyarriet Alien Moodbooard

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Brenderesa Alien Moodbooard

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Remember Why

Summary:Teresa reminds herself why she's putting herself through hell.

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Teresa's hands were shaking with such intensity that she couldn't even put her pen on the paper yet. All it would give her was illegible words. Even though this was something nobody else would read, it was one of the most important things she would ever write.

She knew what she had to say. She knew what words needed to be written.

She just wasn't sure why. After all, the reason why didn't matter. As long as she got the results, nothing else mattered. This was her life now. She was told this is her purpose, and she would make sure that was successful or die trying.

Dying is a heavy topic though. A bleak, dark, heavy topic. She had to always remember why. She had to have the physical reason for it all.

She took another shaky breath before clicking her pen. The miniscule sound practically echoed through the room, scratching her brain in a way she couldn't tell whether or not she appreciated.

As if it were going to snap at her, she lightly placed her pen to the page, leaving a single spot of black ink in its place. That speck so useless on the surface finally sparked something inside of her, pushing her to do what she sat down at her kitchen table for.

If she died nobody would read it.

But the pages would exist, searching for her, promising that her cries won't be ignored this time.

Hopefully, they can keep it.

Dear Teresa,

You remember by now. Bit by bit, day by day. You’ve had them back for months now, almost a year, but they keep returning. Nothing stops it either. There's no cure for your stolen past being brought to light.

They hate you. You never imagined that would happen. You certainly never wanted it to happen, but it’s just a way of life now. Even Thomas doesn't want you anymore. No Minho, Newt, or even those girls you so desperately wanted to know so you could have even one person who wasn't a guy. It's just you now.

There's someone else though. Cheyenne. She's still a child. She's dying though. Slowly, this virus is turning her into something that she isn't. If you don't find the cure, there will be no choice but to kill her. Not doing so would be inhumane. It would mean her suffering as a thing with no feelings.

You have to do this. There is no just trying. You have to make sure there's nobody like you ever again. There can't be another little girl out there watching her once loving mom turn into a monster against her will. There can't be another child out there who grows up with nightmares about how the only person who could protect her turned into her biggest threat. There can't be another person who has to live with the fact that they either have to end it all or turn into something that isn't them.

Find the cure. Do it for everyone. Do it for your friends who don't understand, for WCKD who taught you everything you know about this, for your mom who you couldn't save, for everyone who has to suffer just for existing, and for every Cheyenne and family of them in existence.

Don't forget something else though. Don't forget what you do deserve.

Do it for yourself. Do it, because you have worked for it your entire life. Use your pain, and turn it into something good. You deserve to die knowing you helped restore the world. When you do, it will all finally be worth it. You may not know how to sleep at night, but you'll always be assured that you deserve to.

Make this all true,

Teresa Agnes

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HIII !! i made an edit of aris with summerboy cause its soooo painfully stuck in my head and i just cant help but edit him with that song. can i dt/tag you in it on tiktok? (we're actually moots and I FREAKED)

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Hey! That's so cool, of course you can! :D

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Forgotten Girl

Forgotten girl

Once so sugary sweet

She sits alone in the jail

Only bitter food to eat

Mouth once soft and gentle

Now sharp with thorns as her tongue starts to bleed

Forgotten girl

Gaze once full of life

Now empty and bleak

Dark bags under her eyes

Brain foggy from lack of sleep

Things that don't exist taunting her until she weeps

Forgotten girl

A heart once so full of love and care

Beating out of her chest with determination to terminate injustices everywhere

The one everyone believed would beat forever, going down in history

Now still as can be

Not just hardened but no longer keeping her on her feet

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel

You kind and brave soul

I wish I could say you were greatly missed

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