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Handled Situations

Pairing:Gally x female reader

Summary:Even though you don't tell Gally about Greenie trying to be close to you, he finds a way to handle it.

Being the only girl with a bunch of guys is a genuine curse. No amount of good friends could make up for the creeps. Whether it was subtle comments or complete stares, the attention you would get was a constant in your daily life.

You learned to tune it out, to pretend that it didn't bother you. To pretend it didn't send shivers down your spine and worry every part of you. You learned to go on with your life as if nothing had happened. If you tried to tell someone every time it happened, you were pretty sure you would never stop talking.

You hadn't missed Greenie's stares or him always trying to touch your shoulder or waist when he brushed past you, but for the sake of peace, you ignored his existence, doing your best to make sure he couldn't even get close to you.

Gally had noticed your dislike for him, how you did your best not to be within five feet of him. After all, you were never one to miss Greenie night. Ever. You were usually the last one out here so you skipping it altogether was giving off red flags. So was the way Greenie has asked for you with a certain eagerness.

He knew you wouldn't actually tell him Greenie was bothering you. You were never one to want to cause confrontation.

He definitely was though, and even better, he knew how to win it.

Standing in the middle of the fight ring, he scammed the crowd, watching for him.

He also spotted him almost instantly, looking bored.

“Greenie, why don't you try?”

His voice was loud, booming even. His question was barely even a question. It was more of a challenge. It was asked in a way that saying no would be shameful.

“I’ll barely even have to try.”

Greenie's heart was racing in his chest, but backing out was not an option. He was trying to be impressive, to prove himself.

Gally's face was stone, though his eyes lingered with anger. He had put two and two together long ago, and if you wouldn't ask for help he would have to give it another way.

The courtesy of the game is to explain the rules beforehand.

Greenie stepped into the circle, his head held high. Despite that he was still at least a foot shorter than Gally, if not more.

People who make others uncomfortable, especially his girl, don't get courtesy from Gally.

While he didn't plan on telling you he had handled it, he would definitely make sure you'd be comfortable and carefree next Greenie night.

Before anyone could blink Gally had shoved Greenie to the ground. He fell with a hard thud, groaning in pain as he held his stomach. Paying that no mind, he made sure his feet connected with his hands and gut as harshly as they could. So harshly there was another thump in the air despite everyone's cheers or protests.

Leaning down real close, Gally kept his knee on Greenie's stomach as he leaned down to where only he would be able to hear.

“Touch her and I’ll show you what it actually means to get hurt.”

Greenie went stiff as a board, his entire face paling at the promise. Gally was done with the situation though, already walking off to find you.

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Playing With Magic

Pairing:Minho x Thomas

Summary:Minho's love for Thomas turns dark when he tries to get him the unethical way.

@thominho-week-2025

⚠️ Murder ⚠️

Minho had only ever wanted Thomas's love. The second he laid eyes on Greenie, he felt something spark in his chest, his heart filling with admiration in a way he never thought possible. His soft brown eyes were so curious, so full of love, something Minho wanted to see every morning and every night. Thomas haunted him long before he even considered it, showing up in his dreams and distracting him in his day to day life, even in the Maze.

He had to have him. He had to win his love.

Thomas didn't notice him though. The Maze? Yes. The Keeper of it? Not as himself. Not as sarcastic Minho who could be so closed off but had so much to give if the right person found him.

He only wanted to speed up the process, to cheat the system. After years of being trapped, didn't he deserve it? Hadn't he earned the right to something good? Something as hypnotizing as Thomas?

He had done everything correctly. He had gathered the supplies no matter how unethical and read every word no matter how hard to pronounce. He was up all night performing one of the only spells he had to stay away from.

Love.

Thomas would love him.

Thomas woke up that morning with this tingly feeling in his body, head woozy, and mouth dry as if he’d been deprived of water. His vision didn't seem quite right, the colors being too dull to even bother waking up for.

When Minho approached him though, hands tightly clinging to his Runners harness to stop the shaking, everything changed. His eyes were flooded with things he didn't know he could see, colors not visible on the rainbow. His lips were cool, the taste of fresh spring water filling his cheeks. The Glade seemed so small, so meaningless, so empty. All that mattered was Minho. Minho, Minho, Minho.

It was nice at first. Having Thomas all to himself, holding his hand, kissing him, telling him he loved him.

He could never explain why though. He couldn't just say that the world hurt when Minho left his side, turning an unbearable gray. There was no reasonable way to explain he was like a cure, saving his mind from insanity.

He left though. Constantly. He was always gone in the Maze, leaving Thomas alone, letting him suffer. He was growing antsy, scratching at his hands until they bled. Minho noticed the callouses and nail marks. It was impossible not to. Just like how it was impossible not to notice him shaking when he stood, staying frozen as his heart was racing too fast for his body.

He was losing himself. He couldn't eat unless Minho was there, couldn't sleep unless Minho was asleep, couldn't exist unless Minho was beside him. He was angry, snapping at everyone who spoke to him, even getting physical with them over something that wasn't even close to a big deal. He would pull his hair out as he found himself going mad.

There wasn't enough Minho for him. Soon, not even their hours together cured the insatiable hunger. He was still always ready to lose it, hating everyone and everything, even himself.

Thomas didn't remember hiding them. The knives in his hammock. He didn't know how the box of matches got in Minho’s. He didn't have a reason for the red stains on his clothes and missing animals. His mind was blank. It was full of nothing, not one real thought, except for Minho. Minho was his only actual reality.

Minho didn't want to kill him. He never meant to hurt him. There just wasn't another choice. If he didn't do something, Thomas was going to do worse than anything his mind could think of. It was mercy in a way, murdering him gentler than his lover would have. It wasn't malicious, never malicious.

His grave was flourishing with flowers now, colorful petals sprouting out of the dirt. The Gladers would remark about it sometimes when they had to go in there, pointing out the beauty of life.

Only Minho knew the truth. It wasn't just the ground growing those flowers. It was Thomas's decomposing body becoming nutrients to the Earth, becoming one with nature. It was his gravestone, the one he never got to have.

It was the spot he performed the forbidden spell and the spot he had buried his love.

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I made a Nameless moodboard :}

(Surprisingly, I am employed.)

This is an entire honor! I love it, and it's even so accurate too! :D

(Surprisingly, I am also employed. Hence why I didn't see this for a few hours(

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Locker Buddies

Pairing:Minho x Thomas

Summary: Without fail, Thomas and Minho share the same banter.

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I saw him everyday last year. Well, every school day. Often enough for his face to be burned into my memory, though that might have something to do with his attractiveness in general. He was tall, about an inch more than me, with hair black as ink that was always perfectly slicked back and gelled. I’ve admittedly peeked inside his locker before and managed to confirm that. His dark eyes seemed to shine, the glint showing up even more when he smirked. And he smirked a lot. When he was reading, when someone did something stupid, when he told a joke. It was on his face all the time. He was on the track and swim team, and his body definitely made that obvious, broad shoulders and muscular arms that were on display whenever he took off his jacket.

I didn't even need to have a class with that shank before I knew basically everything about him. His fast car, his favorite athletes, his great grades that were also something he worked extremely hard on, his love of parties and trashy 2000’s music, all the important stuff.

“Thomas, how shocking to see you here,”He grinned, closing his locker after putting his geometry book in his bag.

“Every day, I remind you that isn't funny,”I sighed, taking my lock in my hands and twisting it to the usual combination.

“And every day I remind you that it is.”

I rolled my eyes at him as I unlocked the entrance to my school supplies. Opening it, I dug through the mess of pencils that were dull, pens fresh with ink, and textbooks that never seemed to stay in my head.

“You're still so uptight.”He teased.

“And you're still so full of yourself,”I shook my head, my fingers trailing down the spines before I found what I needed. Grabbing my chemistry book, I pulled it out like a Jenga piece, my free hand on the stack of books on top of him. Already knowing how to do this with my eyes closed (Minho bet me Taco Bell), I let them slide down, balancing on the others. Tossing my book in my bag, I shut my locker as I closed the lock, keeping my sacred academic materials protected.

“As I should be,”He said simply, patting my shoulder before tossing one strap over his back, getting to class.

Yes. Definitely as he should be. I just can't let him know that. His ego might just actually explode.

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Glade Lovers

Pairing:Thomas x Minho

Summary:Thomas and Minho lean on each other as they readjust to the Glade.

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Thomas who came up in the box confused and full of questions.

Minho who assumed that’d have nothing to do with him.

Thomas who constantly made his way to the Keeper of the Runners.

Minho who always gave an annoyed huff but never told him to leave.

Thomas who ran into the Maze to save a badly hurt Minho.

Minho who scolded him before holding his bloody knee.

Thomas who helped patch him up as best he could and hide him.

Minho was was convinced Thomas was using him as a distraction.

Thomas who stayed in that same spot to prove otherwise.

Thomas and Minho who survived the night.

Minho who gave in and taught Thomas how to run.

Thomas who clung to his every word.

Minho who found himself spending more and more time with him outside of training.

Thomas who happily accepted that.

Minho who gave up hope on a way out.

Thomas who always listened to him vent.

Minho and Thomas who realized what it meant what the box started only sending supplies.

Minho who couldn't give up running yet.

Thomas who went with him so he wouldn't be alone.

Minho who inevitably broke down in the middle of the day.

Thomas who patted his shoulder and sat with him.

Minho and Thomas who looked for new jobs.

Minho who ended up being a Builder.

Thomas who ended up being a Track-hoe.

Minho who sat with him at lunch out of comfort.

Thomas who went with him to the daily bonfires that never stopped.

Minho who got too drunk.

Thomas who took him back to his hammock.

Minho who kissed him while intoxicated.

Thomas who pulled away despite having wanted to do that.

Minho who apologized in the morning.

Thomas who couldn't take it anymore and blurted out everything he felt.

Minho who cut him off and kissed him again.

Thomas who finally kissed back.

Minho who planned their first date on the Deadheads.

Thomas who kept rehearsing conversations.

Minho who took extra time on his hair.

Minho and Thomas who ended up in the lake.

Thomas who couldn't keep his eyes off Minho.

Minho who noticed and teased him about it.

Thomas who planned their next date as being alone from everyone during dinner.

Minho who continued it by sleeping in Thomas’s hammock.

Thomas who wished Minho had a last name so he could take it.

Minho who wished he knew how to make rings.

Thomas and Minho who suggested marriage at the same time.

Minho and Thomas who both said yes.

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No Wrong Done

Pairing:Minho x Thomas

Summary:Minho and Thomas lean on each other as they adjust to their lives in the Glade.

Summary:Even after everything is a disaster thanks to Greenie, Minho can't help but think highly of him.

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Minho could only stare, face pale and eyes wide at the sight nobody could have predicted Greenie would bring. He was certainly always strange, eager to ask every question imaginable and go against everything he was instructed to do. His yearning for the Maze was even weirder, him practically begging for a job most people stayed away from for extremely good reasons.

Yes. Greenie was certainly an odd one.

But nobody could have predicted he’d be out of his mind enough to stab himself with a Griever stinger barely a few minutes after they attacked and destroyed everything.

The reasonable thing to do was get back into hiding in case they weren't done. The right thing to do was make sure Thomas was okay. The emotional thing to do was fall on the ground and curl into a ball at the overwhelming sadness as it sunk in that more Gladers than he had even counted yet died tonight.

He didn't do any of those. In fact, he didn't do anything at all. He just stood there, frozen in place. He couldn't even ball his hands into fists at the urge to punch Gally harder than he hit Thomas. He couldn't move his eyes down even a foot to see his twitching friend unconscious on the ground. He could only stare straight ahead at the ruined Glade, a numb pain washing over him.

Greenie was strange. Really strange.

Greenie may have just ruined the Glade.

And worst of all, he liked him anyway.

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King Thomas x Jester Minho

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Unexpected

Pairing:Minho x Thomas

Summary:Minho never expected Thomas to return his feelings harder than he ever could.

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Thomas was staring up at Minho, staying completely still in his arms. His eyes had that usual lovesick gaze as his mouth threatened to part in awe at just his existence. He was constantly admiring him, sneaking glances when he wasn't looking and holding it when he met his eyes. He was the only one allowed to run his fingers through his hair, a much better and happier thing to do with them than flip people off. Even years later, his stomach would twist in giddy excitement when they touched, shivers trailing up his soul like an addictive rush.

He found him everywhere. If Minho was relaxing on the shore, he’d find him. If Minho was sitting on the edge of the cliff, he’d find him. If Minho was hiding in their hammock, he’d find him. Half the time it wasn't even on purpose. His heart would take over his legs, and he’d end up with his lover.

Everyone knew they were together. Not because they announced it or they were full of PDA. It was as simple as the way Thomas would look and talk about him, his eyes lighting up and voice warm and full of life.

Every morning, Minho awoke to an adoring face and arms around him. Sometimes he was given soft kisses as his hand was being held. In some way, he was woken up with love.

He never expected this. Ever. Even when he was hit with waves of jealousy in the Scorch as he watched Thomas and Teresa stand close, smiling in ways he wished he was being given, he never thought anything else would come of it. He never thought anything ever could. After all, he wasn't one for feelings anyway. It was easier to keep them buried down and pretend they didn't exist. After three years of watching Runners he trained die from his hand in banishment, it was easier to stay numb. It didn't matter if that meant denying himself feelings of love.

He thought of Thomas when he was captured. He had no choice but to face his demons, including all his harsh emotions. They hit him hard, crashing down like tsunamis. Every type of pain, fear, guilt, and care started to haunt him. Still, he expected nothing.

He never expected Thomas to hug him tightly.

He never expected Thomas to sit under the night sky with him to help him feel better.

He never expected Thomas to whisper that he loved him.

He never expected Thomas to kiss him.

He never expected Thomas to fall way harder than he ever could.

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To the message I just sent a few minutes ago either like a part two to What's Supposed To Happen or something similar probably :>

That makes sense. I can make that work :)

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HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII I haven't requested in a while and you probably needed a break from me but chatgpt could never write stories as good as you so I'm back :>

I was wondering if you weren't busy and that this is to your request criteria that you would be able to make a Brenda and reader one where reader and Brenda are best friends and met at the safe haven and clicked with that sister bond making them super close. Reader has shared almost everything about her life to Brenda from her suicidal thoughts and actions that she doesn't care about to her most painful moment of losing friends before they reached the safe haven. They both can be great talkers or great listeners. Y/N has an athletic build and looks scary from afar but once you know her you knows shes super kind. Y/N has ADHD, extreme stress and has many problems because of her stress. Everybody knows Y/N as someone who is as bright as the sun itself. Her smile shines across camp, and always lightens everything. Never acts deeply vulnerable in public, and gets extreme guilt whenever she hurts someone because she feels like a screw up who cant sit still, either talks way too much or doesn't talk enough, hates herself to her soul, and no matter how many compliments she gets, she doesn't even take them into consideration that they could possibly be true. Shes been clean from a blade for a few weeks, but there's tons of other things Brenda catches her doing from digging her nails so hard into her skin that they bruise purple during her completely silent panic attacks, to finding a pin or a sharp stone, or even just hitting herself so she bruises. Shes good in medical, and takes care of others wounds, as well as her own. Shes got the brains even though its wired a bit different. Is loved by almost everyone, except for herself. Y/N is kind to everyone. But if someone messes with her friends, she'll beat them to a pulp with no questions asked if she has too. But when it comes to her getting teased and messed with, she does nothing. That pisses some of her friends off by not caring about her own life, which makes Y/N feel messed up more because shes causing her friends stress and pain because of her and it makes her self hatred impossibly grow. Y/N getting pissed at herself for feeling like always too much and I don't know she lashes at herself or maybe Brenda asks her and she snaps at herself and then feels guilty and horrible literally 3 seconds later or something I really don't know I think I forgot.

Shit this is a lot. Im sorry.

Hey. Yeah, it meets the criteria, and I'll write it. There's a lot there, but I'll do my best to include everything

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Thanks for the tags :)

Last song: Your Love Is My Drug by Ke$ha

Last film: Wicked

Favorite color: Purple

Last show: Ridiculousness

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet

Last Google search: Repeated synonyms

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GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS

Tagged by @bird-prince-art (THANK YOUUUUU SO SO MUCH <3)

💫 last song: Passerine by The Oh Hellos

💫 favorite color: Pastel yellow

💫 last film: Revenge of the Sith in theaters, The Breakfast Club at home (I say I watch it for the plot, the plot is Anakin and Allison respectively okay)

💫 last show: Better Call Saul!! I love my cunty lawyer show

💫 sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet with savory as a close second. But nothing. nothing beats sweet. give me the cavities

💫 last google search: "hurricane delta 2020" (research project purposes)

Tagging @cringekind @forceghostobikin @geospiral @billwasnot @spleenmuncher but no pressure as always of course <3 and anyone else who wasn't tagged but sees this and wants to join absolutely should!

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Could Be's

Pairing:Minho x Thomas

Summary:Thomas knows Minho will never escape his mind.

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⚠️ Child abuse⚠️

Thomas laid in his bed, staring at his blank ceiling. There was the usual pit in his stomach, a burning sickness gnawing at his heart. The cars were racing outside his window, their hoodlights forcing brightness in his dark room.

Despite the remote right beside him, the ability to distract himself from the agony, he was playing a story of his own. One that made the void grow as he was filled with could be’s.

Of all the ways to meet the neighbors, this has to be the most interesting one. After all, it's not every day a nine year old breaks into your window, ducking low and holding his breath.

Stephon stared at the boy, eyes glistening with concern and curiosity. He had been told all about stranger danger, but those stories were always a grown man asking if he wanted to see puppies or someone with a lollipop. He wasn't sure anybody his age really counted.

The dark haired boy was breathing heavily, eyes downcast on the blue carpet. His cheeks were red, face hot with adrenaline and fear that was gradually creeping out of his system. His legs burned from his sprint down stairs, out the door, and four houses down through a window. The fingerprints on his arm were hidden by his long-sleeved pajamas, something he was still planning on keeping his mouth shut about.

“Hi?”

Slowly, like one wrong move would get him hurt here too, he raised his head. His eyes were a dark brown, barely lighter than his hair. Stephon was sure those were the darkest eyes he’d ever seen. Minho was sure he was figuring out every last secret just by looking at him.

“Hi,”He finally greeted back, voice still shaky.

“Why are you in my room?”

“Figured I could decorate it better,”He deflected. Successfully too as the boy let out a small laugh before sitting up, crossing his legs as he smiled. Minho managed a half one back for a moment before leaning against the white wall filled to the brim with animal and superhero posters and taking a breath.

“Stephon, it's time for-”

His mom froze as she swung the door open, eyes widening at the unexpected sight. Minho's face paled as his small hands balled into protective fists, all hint of casualness disappearing at the sight of an adult he didn't know he could trust.

Sighing, she ran her hand through her messy brunette hair, visibly exhaling as her cheeks deflated. Looking between her boy and the stranger, she figured that while it may be added stress, he wasn't any capable of harm.

“Do you boys want some breakfast? We’ve got frozen waffles and Honey Nut Cheerios?”

Right on cue, Minho’s stomach growled, answering for him.

“Alright. What’ll it be for you?”

“Waffles.”

“Alright. Waffles it is,”She accepted, walking over to her kitchen to make them.

“I like waffles too,”Stephon announced.

“It's nice to know someone around here has good taste.”

It became official that day, a decision involving Stephon and his family that he had no clue about. They were Minho’s safe haven, a place where he could escape. Even so, he was constantly training himself to be stronger. He would run until his feet were blistered and lift until his arms were going to give out.

He was stronger than his excuse of a father. He made sure of it.

His real family didn't notice the marks since they were less and less and he was so great at hiding them. They didn't know how much they actually meant.

“You’re gonna lose,”He taunted. His friend went to shove him off the sofa, making Minho yell as he stood on the couch, the remote held high as he focused on the screen. Realizing he couldn't play dirty in the real world, he threw a turtle shell at him. The muscular boy did his best to avoid it, but alas, that was never meant to be.

Stephon grabbed his ankle, causing him to look down in surprise. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he firmly pulled. No amount of reaction time would have been good enough as Minho was falling, his best friend pulling his leg out more so his head would land on the cushions. Still, he landed with an audible but not painful thud as Stephon was on top of him, hands reaching for the controller.

Minho wasn't laughing anymore. He was too busy staring in awe as his friend was oblivious to everything but the playful game. His brunette hair was messy but still out of his soft caramel eyes. His skin was clear except for his cheeks, still flushed from their run half an hour ago. His smile was wide as could be, teeth white as ever as his laugh brightened up the room.

When his hand clasped around the controller suspiciously easily, he looked at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Minho's heart started racing as he became painfully aware how close they were. Not close in the way that used to occur all the time at his government house.

No. Close like when he would sleep beside him at night, head buried under the covers as they whispered stories until the sun arose. Close like when they would swim down at the lake, splashing at and surprise tackling the other between races and snack breaks. Close like when they’d sit next to each other in class, exchanging glances each time they wanted to say something they weren't allowed to.

Close like him and Stephon.

“Are you okay?”

It was the first time Minho could actually remember being so vulnerable, his voice breaking off. Closing his eyes, he took a breath before walking down his driveway. Trailing up the familiar path that always filled him with relief, he met him halfway. Their arms wrapped around each other, a tight embrace that they deserved to stay in forever.

As he did his best to wrack his brain for an answer, Stephon's dad walked in, his arms full of groceries. He didn't notice the two boys' position, giving them time to pull apart as they were both overcome with the feeling of doing something wrong.

“There are a few more in the car.”

Minho liked him. He was an older gentleman with hair that was starting to gray. His voice was always a little gruff despite the kindness it was filled with. He welcomed him with open arms, taking him on trips and always answering any questions he finally built up the ability to last.

In that moment, he couldn't help but resent his presence.

Maybe he was right for that. Or maybe it wouldn't have made a difference at all. Three months isn't exactly a lot of time to build a romantic relationship. Jumping from possibly being the other's first kiss to long distance would definitely have some setbacks, barriers that may have been impossible to overcome.

Stephon felt his world shatter as his friend's stuff was being loaded into a moving van. His heart broke in his chest as his legs threatened to give out, eyes stinging with tears.

“I’m going to miss you.”

Stephon knew what he wanted to say. He knew the only words that would feel right. Just three letters, three syllables.

“I’ll miss you too.”

Closing his eyes, Minho squeezed his shoulders as he gritted his teeth to stop his tears. Some part of him was filled with a distressed fire, an anger that he wasn't hearing the one thing he actually wanted to.

Then again, he wasn't exactly saying it either.

Opening his eyes and staring at his ceiling again, Thomas found his eyes growing wet with the same tears he always carried. Moving away and changing his name did nothing to make him forget. No situation or item in the world was capable of that.

He had cursed himself to an eternity of wondering what could have been.

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“I’ll miss you forever.”

“. . .”

“I know. But maybe someday you’ll answer. Maybe?”

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My Baby

Pairing: Platonic Chuck x gender neutral reader

Summary:When you're out in the Scorch, you discover a lone child.

I didn't know where I was. Not really. Just that I was alone. I didn't have anybody with me. I didn't have anybody to guide me. Everything I know is gone.

My parents are dead. They were Cranks so I had to get rid of them.

I don't feel good about it. I don't feel upset. I’m not angry. I’m not anything. I’m just numb.

So now I'm traveling through the Scorch, hoping I don't end up dead or having to kill again. Even if they're Cranks, murdering something that was one someone's baby makes my heart ache.

I was someone’s baby.

Now I’m alone.

Sighing, I kept on walking through the abandoned mall. I kept the lights off though. If the power has been cut, there must have been a reason for it. A reason that I was not going to find out.

When I passed by another shop filled with now useless items, I heard small whimpers and groans. Reaching for the gun on my belt, I went completely still. Fixating on the sound, I realized that it was mixed with quiet sniffles.

Keeping my steps as light as possible, I slowly peeked into the shop. With my weapon still ready to be drawn, I made my way inside.

As I approached what was once a checkout desk, the whimpers were louder. Holding my breath, I leaned over the counter.

Behind it was something I never imagined I could see. Something that made me sick to my stomach. Something that hit my heart even harder than when I gained blood on my hands.

It was a little boy, no older than eight. He was covered in dirt, and his clothes were essentially rags. His curly, brunette hair was close to being a mop on his head. His chubby cheeks seemed devoid of color as he looked at me with these innocent yet terrified, brown eyes.

“Hey little man,”I said gently. Staring at me, he backed away against the wall. “I’m not gonna hurt you,”I promised, slowly walking around the counter. Tensing up, he looked me up and down. Sitting criss cross, I gave him a small smile. While it was definitely strained and forced since I hadn't done that in months, it was all I had.

“Hi,”He whispered.

“What's your name?”

“Chuck,”He mumbled.

“Nice to meet you, Chuck. I’m Y/N.”

Nodding his head, his curls bounced with him at the slight motion.

“I’ve got some food hidden not too far from here. Would you like some?”I offered.

Giving me a tired smile, he nodded again. Standing up, I held my hand out. Accepting it, he firmly grasped on. Leading him to my messed up version of a home, I walked out of the shop. Holding my hand, he stood so close it was if he was certain I would disappear otherwise.

“Do you have anyone, Chuck?”

Despite the vagueness of my question, he understood perfectly. His expression dropped as he shook his head.

“I don't either,”I admitted. Grasping me a little tighter, he seemed to be trying to silently comfort me. “I mean we do now though. If you want to stay with me?”

“Yes,”He whispered. Ruffling his dirty hair with my free hand, I made an internal note to find some way to clean him up and some new clothes.

I guess I just gained a kid today.

Chuck’s my baby now.

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Skater Brenda x Softball Teresa

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Enablers

Pairing:Teresa x gender neutral reader

Summary:You and Teresa both keep each other in the cycle of finding a cure.

You had seen your girlfriend in many states. From plain clothes while working for WCKD, to lab coats, to half decent outfits in the Glade, to dirty ones in the Scorch, you knew how she looks basically every way. You had also seen her in every mental state. Determined to find a cure, calm around the people she cares for, stressed about the pressure put on her, happy around you, upset about her mothers and others suffering, and conflicted on whether or not to call WCKD. She told you and you alone about the last one.

At first, you called her insane. You essentially scolded her for even considering it. You threatened to tell everyone if she even thought about it again.

She didn't talk to you after that. She couldn't even look at you. Not when you cut her off before she could explain how bad it truly was. Not when you were already looking at her like you hated her.

Then, Winston died. He wasn't immune so he got the Flare. He wasn't immune so he had to shoot himself. He wasn't immune so nobody will ever see him again.

You finally realized why. You finally understood. So much so that you agreed to do everything to save the world with her, including betrayal.

She was in a weird state after that. Some days, she focused on nothing but the cure. Others, she was essentially silent as she thought about her friends.

When she met Cheyenne, she remembered again. She remembered why this had to happen. She remembered that the outcome was worth the current suffering.

You looked at your sweetheart through the window, watching her make an exaggerated expression so the little girl could laugh. She was doing absolutely everything to make her pain better. Her care and love for the child she just met was more than admirable. Plus, it was just adorable to see in general.

Teresa herself looked better in general. Her hair was down, neatly brushed and out of her face. Her clothes finally fit just right, not hugging her features in a way that made her uncomfortable but not so loose they hung off of her body.

It was two things. Her confidence that she could save the world and kind smile that was impossible not to stop and stare at.

Despite having the brains and beauty of a goddess, she was somehow only human. She was somehow the same species as you. So yes. Sometimes doubts about it crossed your minds. And it’s possible that they're right. Maybe this truly was the wrong decision.

But when you both saw how much the other seemed so in their element when working, even if your eyes held remorse for your friends, you were only solidified that this was the right thing.

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Pudding

Pairing:Platonic Chuck x female reader

Summary:Despite not knowing exactly what's wrong, Chuck does his best to help you feel better.

Once a month my sister goes through this thing where she randomly hates everything from what seems to be the middle of nowhere. She'll sometimes lie in her bed with the lights off and the blankets over her head. Sometimes she'll cry if someone does or shows her something even remotely sad.

Like everything in life, some months are better than others.

This was not one of those.

She had been locked in her room all day. She didn't come out for dinner or for anything really. She was just there.

I didn't want to bother her if she was sleeping, but bursting into her room would be rude.

That's why I gently knocked on the door with my free hand.

“Who is it?”She asked in a groggy voice.

“It’s just me.”

“You can come in,”She allowed.

Pushing her door open, I saw her curled up on her bed, her hands over her stomach. When she spotted me she gave me a strained smile despite the obvious pain she was in.

“I tried to make you a cake, but then I remembered that I can't cook so I brought you pudding,”I explained, handing her the food.

“Aw, Chuck,”She grinned, accepting it. With her free hand she patted my head for a moment.

“I don't know what's happening, but feel better soon. Okay?”

“Okay, Chuck. Okay,”She smiled.

“Okay. Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Chuck. Sleep tight.”

Walking back out of her room, I slowly shut her door once again blocking all light out. When I was sure it was exactly the way it was before I came in I headed to my room to get to bed.