First of all, happy pride month! Second, hope your doing okay <3 Third, would you be able to write a longer story? If you could, that be great and id totally wait for it. I love your writing :>
Would you be able to do a brenda and reader at the safe haven, where reader gets chosen by vince specifically to go on a critical long scavenge or collection ride and brendas not happy with it. Reader and brenda have bonded like family, and brendas a bit protective over reader being a year and a half younger than her, but none the less worthy. Its a big shout out to get hand picked by vince, but thats also what scares brenda. Reader used to be a wicked kid, so vince wants them so they know the perimeter of the last city and hallways that are now recked but things there are still salvageable as the haven is going scarce on materials and vince is stressing not to let anyone find out. Brenda's terrified to admit that the possibility of them coming back from this run isnt as high as it should be, but its necessary. Brenda exploded at vince, but that doesnt get her anywhere. She ends up exploding at reader later and confessing her fear that the only family she has is gonna vanish again and she cant have that. Reader tries to comfort, but only gets a couple minutes before they get called and have to go. They end up giving her a paracord bracelet they have somehow managed to keep since before the flare, and at first brenda doesnt want to take it, angry at reader. She eventually takes it and hugs reader so tight they cant breathe, but they hug her back just as hard. A hard goodbye. A few days later, reader does come back, and finds out that brenda was worried sick and wasnt herself, someone even making a joke that brenda was a monster while alex was gone, snapping at everybody and pacing holes in the dirt, as well as drinking way too much of gallys moonshine where she just would sit stunned like a deer as she stared at something far past the fire.
Happy pride! I'm doing fine, and I hope you are too. I'll do my best to get this out in a timely manner, and thank you. I love knowing my writing actually gets read <3
Heyyyy, I lowkey think this would be a good story idea of showing how much stress harriet mightve had on her during the movies where it wasnt shown. I feel like they need to show more of the girls side.
Would you be able to do a story with reader and group B and everybody loves them? So, reader is really good with medical, so reader was with the medtech in the spring, and when they're walking through the scorch, reader gets so dehydrated their knees buckle so hard at one point it brings them to the ground. And Harriet is being stubborn and caring and very stubborn cough cough, just as she is in her nature, won't brush reader off even when reader tries to brush themselves off that they're fine. And Harriet's like, "you're literally our best medtech in the spring. I'm not going to believe you that you are fine because I might not be good at being a medtech, but I sure as hell know you do not look fine." And reader is extremely stubborn too. So, they try to push back at Harriet a little and ends up with Harriet snapping at them, like, "enough, we're resting. and that is an order." And then reader stops pushing, but hears later that night Harriet nd Sonya hushed talking about how worried Harriet is about Reader, and Sonya's trying to comfort her, and Reader's still awake, but neither of them know it, so Reader just hears Harriet vent about how much and how worried she is for Reader and all the girls, knowing how stubborn Reader can be like her, and is just hoping Reader is smart enough to use the brains she knows they have and admit they're not okay. And then the next day reader ends up passing out when they try to push through it again, and Harriet absolutely loses it on them about how she can't lose another girl. And that kind of gets the reader to care a little more as they get the truth shaken into them about how scared Harriet must be, other than the obvious signs of her nail biting, pacing when stopping to rest, messing with her hair, etc. Now people realize how scared Harriet actual is because she feels like shes failing her group of all the girls she has left.
Shit, sorry this is so long
Hey. The movies definitely robbed us of more of the girls and Harriet's stress unfortunately. I'd be happy to write that for you though
Summary:Minho won't let any 'childhood friend' steal his lover.
313 words
Minho was in love with Thomas. Minho was in love with Thomas even though he didn’t want to be. That was his weird, antisocial friend that made decisions that didn't make sense until the results were over. Maybe if it was unrequited, he could live the bachelor life in this Safe Zone. But no. He just had to be emotionally vulnerable and fall for the disaster of a Greenie.
His glare hadn’t left. He had opened his heart far too much to lose it to someone who was trying to take Teresa’s place. He had this ridiculous half smirk that he knew he wore way better. He had just transported into their lives, and Minho didn’t know how to get him off. Although, leaving him with the Cranks didn’t seem halfbad.
The brunette was wasting the break. His brow furrowed every now and then or a small smile would cross his lips. The telepathy was obvious on his side (the other boy had mastered the deadpan expression).
What could they possibly be talking about that was so important? So what? This Aris guy and Thomas probably go back thanks to their WICKED powers. Who cares? He’s here now, and that’s what matters.
His instruction for them to get moving left no room for objections. Nobody dared question him seeing as his eyes held the rage of a thousand Cranks. With an obliviousness only Thomas could have, he attempted to pair up with the olive-skinned boy and childhood friend he had been thrown into free labor with.
Before he could even touch the sheet, Minho grabbed his hand, pulling him his direction. He followed blindly, more than okay with being beside the love of his life. Was he aware the hand grasping his in the desert heat was because of a point that he was taken? No. Did he mind it?
Minho dared to glance at the competitors beside him. Both their eyes were narrowed forward, the only thing in sight the finish line.
“Get set.”
He took a deep breath as he prepared for the win. Either he got first place, or he got nothing at all. If it wasn’t a number one medal, it could go in the trash.
“Go!”
Thomas cheered as his boyfriend was off, clapping his hands together. The track star felt the way his feet hit the ground as the wind whooshed passed his face. His shoulders were finally light, the weight of everything else brushing off his mind. This was all his world was, all it had ever been.
He pushed himself like his life was in danger, sweat dripping down his forehead as the sun beat down on him. The air smelt like dirt and salt, an athletic scent that had become his peace. His legs burned and ached, so much so that he had to remind himself that stopping would only make it hurt worse.
The finish line was right in front of him, barely an inch away. The guy beside him noticed too, panting as he could see victory in reach.
This could kill him if he screwed up.
But his pride was stronger than his will to live.
Pushing off the ground, he physically threw himself over the line. His face burned at the feeling he never expected, a strange relief as both feet left the Earth. Knowing what was coming, he tightly shut his eyes as he won by just a second.
And then the sound of an angry snap when he landed.
Thomas could only watch Minho lay on the recliner, giving one word responses as he stared at the ceiling. His face was blank despite the dark circles under his eyes. The white cast had sucked all of the color from his world. Food had no taste, candles had no scent, and he was too numb to even feel the disappointment at this point.
“I bet you ten bucks he’s the father,”Thomas bet from the couch beside him. He didn’t even offer a grunt this time. Why the hell would he care about someone else’s mess of a life when his own was falling apart?
As he glanced over, he noticed the empty water bottle. Without a word, he picked it up and walked passed him to the kitchen. As soon as he was out of sight and the fridge covered it up, he let himself sigh as he closed his eyes. He could feel the limit approaching and hear warning bells getting closer and closer. Between the uncomfortable silence they were always in to being accused of sabotage for getting him a popsicle, he had a feeling this was the test of loyalty.
And he had a feeling Minho wasn’t that interested in passing.
He knew track was important to Minho. Running had been there since he was young, had comforted him when he didn’t know how to speak. It built him up into who he was, and he was better for it.
Thomas knew running was important to him.
He just didn’t think it was more important than him.
Texas never snowed. Ever. That was just something everyone knew. White would never cover the ground, and sleet would never make itself known on the roads. It was practically discrimination at this point.
Yet here they were, throwing ice out the door.
“Here’s to a white Christmas,”Minho sighed.
“May our cold be useful for once.”
They exchanged a look that said yeah right. They had seen snow in other states, but they were screwed when it came to theirs. It was either hot, rainy, or humid. There were plenty of perfect beach days, but it was a hell of a drive. The river was closer to them, but it was basically isolated. They had to pack their food, drinks, fill up the gas tank, and make sure they had plenty of supplies. It was a pain.
In short, snow was a rarity.
Closing the door, they walked past their Christmas tree and into their room. Naturally, Thomas had insisted on red, white, and green lights around their walls and ornaments hung off of them. If they were going to celebrate, they were going to celebrate right.
They just wanted the weather to agree.
Crawling under their red snowflake blanket, Minho let Thomas cling to him, his arms wrapped around him as he curled up to his side. Minho patted his head once as their legs intertwined. This was what worked, what had always worked. Minho gave small bursts of affection and showed love through making his life easier, and Thomas worshipped Minho like a God.
When they woke up under a single blanket, they found themselves freezing to death. Body heat was the only reason they had made it through the night, but even that was slowly becoming not enough. They were both shivering, and their teeth were chattering. Never in their life had they been frigid like this. Ever.
The first thing Minho did was say, “god damnit”.
The second was sit up and stare at Thomas with hope for the first time.
The dark haired boy rushed out of the room in nothing but his present boxers. The bright eyed boy (in an entire pyjama set), rushed behind him, wearing that kid on Christmas smile for the first time in years.
Throwing the door open, Minho revealed a thick layer of snow covering everything, with more still falling from the sky. It looked like pure magic, a white blanket calling their names. The thing they had done every stupid old wives tale for, the thing they didn’t believe they would ever see in their lifetime, was here.
Summary:A day after life is completely different seems like the perfect time to give into feelings.
702 words
Drinks were being poured faster than the traumatized group should have been downing. Golden shining liquid sloshed in their cups, shimmering by the fire. As if people hadn't died, as if they weren't mourning, they were getting wasted. Because what else were you supposed to do? How else do you feel normal?
Minho watched the fire, his brown eyes wide and sparkling in the flames. Thomas stared from afar, his heart racing for reasons he didn't care about at the moment. He was still sore, his body ached, and something inside of him had been ripped out.
The rescued boy lowered his head, trying to understand. Why was this how his life was? Had he really pushed so hard to escape for this?
At the end of the day, Gally was right. That definitely didn't sit right with him seeing as he wouldn't admit it. Then again, the taller guy didn't plan on talking about it either. It didn't exactly end well.
Sensing someone’s eyes, he turned around. His back flexed as he did, a feature he couldn't control but that Thomas was still admiring. His biceps were still there after everything, the thing that made it okay when he shoved him against the Maze wall. He wouldn't mind if it happened again, wouldn't even mind being put in a headlock.
Minho had never seen that look in anyone's eyes before. At the very least, not directed at him.
But he knew exactly what it meant.
He stood up, walking towards the beautiful brunette. With his heart racing in his chest, his mouth parted, something that made one of his only friends left want him more.
“Rough week, huh?”he opened the conversation, a subtle smirk on his face.
“That's one way to put it.”
He leaned closer, the scent of moonshine on his breath. The freckled boy shivered at the feeling of his breath, something warm that made him fuzzy inside. The feelings he had no choice but to push down to survive finally cracked through.
“I know one way to make it better.”
The words took a minute to register, something that had to be a fantasy. After all this time, after so long, how could he want him too? How could his heart beat in sync?
“Well, prove it.”
Everyone else disappeared as Minho pushed his mouth against his, something way too harsh for a first kiss. Then again, neither of them minded. This was more than needed, a relief from the world.
Wrapping his arms around his shoulders, he kissed back. Pressing a hand to the back of his head, he pressed them closer as he deepened the kiss, the taste of tragedy and new beginnings on their tongues.
The second they pulled apart, Minho grabbed his hand, dragging him to his hut. Following blindly, more than happy to let him take control, he followed.
They ended up in his bed the second the door shut, hands travelling under clothes as lips crashed together. The sound of heavy breaths and caring whispers filled the room, a yearning come to life. With buttons being undone and things pulled off, what started as a romantic wish being fulfilled turned into something more.
Thomas was the first to open his eyes, blinking as everything took a second to register. Sunshine filled the room through the curtains, shining down on them.
Slowly sitting up, he looked at the one beside him, laying on his back. His breaths were even, a steady rise and fall that had him hypnotized. His hair was messy for the first time, finally out of place.
As if sensing the eyes, he groaned as he stretched. With an already clear mind, he turned over, finding those brown familiar eyes.
“Morning to you too,”he yawned, sitting up.
“Did you mean it?”he immediately blurted out, his heart jumping to his threat.
“I don't do anything I don't mean,”he shrugged, placing a kiss to one of the several hickeys on his neck. He shuddered as goosebumps traveled up his arms, something lovely and calm filling his soul.
“Are you going to mean it in front of others?”
“Of course. I have to make it clear I’m not sharing.”
Summary:WCKD knows exactly how to change Thomas's feelings.
1,706 words
The Grievers were gaining on them, running faster than they could keep up with. Their feet pummeled on the ground, quicker than they could understand, but there was no time to stop and think about how it echoed off the walls. They had to be quick, had to be faster than was humanly possible, because the monsters WCKD designed for them were far from it.
“It’s okay, it's okay, come on, Minho,”Thomas mumbled under his breath, face almost pressed against the screen. Ben was right beside him of course, but he couldn't care less about that. He was in love with Minho. After all these years, he still wanted Minho, and he would find a way to have him one day.
He couldn't do that if Minho died though.
“Move, Minho. Move,”he hissed, smacking the control panel. As though he could hear him, Minho turned a corner quicker than the creature could keep up with, making it skid to a halt. Refusing to stop, he jumped, digging his nails into the small space in the wall. Pulling himself up, he started crawling through, with Ben right beside him.
He had escaped.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he buried his face in his hands, his shoulders still tense. He never intended to be this way, to obsess over the dark haired boy's every move, to crave someone he couldn't have.
But the heart wants what it wants and his wanted Minho.
WCKD was no fool. They noticed everything. They noticed the way Thomas's eyes lingered on Minho, they noticed the way his mouth would part in a gasp when he smiled, and they noticed the way he was undoubtedly in love with Minho.
That wouldn't do. They couldn't have their best subject distracted. They wouldn't allow it.
Even if that meant losing him.
To the rest of the Gladers, it was just a normal day. The alarm flashed like it always did, warning them of the newcomer arriving.
To Thomas, everything about his world has flipped upside down. He didn't know his name, he didn't know he worked for the people that put him there, and he didn't know why he was going up somewhere in a giant dark elevator. His screams and banging on the walls were pointless, merely a waste of breath that would give everyone a laugh. That was easier than having empathy, because having empathy meant remembering their own struggle up.
The box stopped suddenly, making him fly back. As it opened, he put out his arm, wide brown eyes taking in the scene before him.
He was surrounded by boys.
Oh god, was this a cult? Was he being sacrificed? What the actual hell was happening?
As he opened his mouth to ask something, one of the larger ones jumped down, kneeling way too close to his face. His heart pounded in his ears as the boy looked over him like he was defective. Everything about him, from his dominant stance to his buzzed hair, was intimidating.
Some part of Thomas knew that was what he wanted. Just not from him.
“Day one, Greenie. Rise and shine.”
Before he could do anything about it, he was hauled out of the box and tossed onto the grass like last night's chicken leg. His confusion had only grown by now as he slowly looked up, trying to tune out the uncontrollable laughing of strangers.
Waiting in front of him were two doors. Where they led, he wasn't sure, but it had to be better than here.
He stood up and sprinted before anyone had the chance to stop him. Surprisingly though, nobody even lifted a finger, still giggling like a pack of hyenas. Someone shouted, “we got a Runner!” which seemed self-explanatory enough. Although, it was concerning that so many people ran and all they got was laughed at. They couldn't be a good sign.
Still, he kept going, ignoring the way his legs burned as he almost reached the edge. Right as he could taste something more than this place, something more than a lack of memories and weird guys, one of his feet caught on the other, sending him rolling into the grass. He yelped like an injured puppy as he hit the ground, getting the wind absolutely kicked out of him.
What a morning.
The first thing Thomas realized was that his questions were treated as nuisances. Nobody seemed to care that he was thrust into this place with no warning. If anything, they were apathetic to his presence once it couldn't serve them, which stung for some reason.
The second was that Chuck was most likely to let something slip. He was a talkative boy, chubby with brown curly hair that bounced at every step. He was the youngest, which made his bubbly personality make sense, although the older boy seemed to be stressing him out for some reason.
“So we're just stuck here?”he had to clarify again.
“Yep. Simple as that,”the short one nodded, his hands on his hips like he had solved something spectacular.
“But how could it be-”
“Hey, Chuck. How's Keeper life treating you?”
Thomas stopped, watching an Asian boy jog past them. He was covered in sweat and dirt, though he barely seemed to need extra air, as though his lungs were built for it. His dark hair was perfectly in place, while his ebony eyes seemed made to haunt souls and break hearts.
“It's great,”he smiled, wide and toothy. All the while, the nameless boy stood there, connecting pieces he wasn’t ready to understand.
“I thought you said nobody was allowed in there?”
“Yeah, but they’re different. They’re Runners, they’re allowed in the Maze,”he absentmindedly explained. Where the realization hit him, cold and heavy, his eyes widened in horror. He tried to backtrack, but Thomas was already going towards the entrance, peering inside. Chuck followed as fast as his little legs would allow, calling after Greenie.
“You can’t go in there. It’s against the rules,”he insisted.
“It’s fine, I just want to see,”he waved him off.
It was not fine.
“Hey!”Gally shouted harshly. Before he could explain himself, he was thrown backwards, sending him flying to the ground. He could literally see the light of the sun flash before his eyes before he landed with a thud and that same dislikable expression standing above him.
“We gotta stop meeting like this, Greenie.”
He scrambled up with no destination in mind, demanding answers now. Acting as though he hadn’t sent him soaring, the taller boy urged for him to calm down, his hands out in surrender.
By now, Minho had left his space, shower things in hand. He had watched everything, had seen Greenie’s determination that could be a problem, had watched Gally throw him around like a rag doll. It truly was a beautiful sight. It only made him wish he could have seen Gally do it earlier.
Other than that, nothing was special about Greenie. Because why would there be? As far as they knew, they were complete strangers.
Greenie was more special than any of them had thought. Not only was he impulsive with a death wish, but he was doing things nobody had ever done before. Things like killing Greivers and surviving a Maze.
Who knew that was a call for suspicion?
He rolled his eyes as the guy who had literally been tossing him around insisted on punishment. He was the biggest stickler for rules Thomas had ever met while Thomas was the biggest rule breaker Gally had the displeasure of meeting. They were like two peas in a pod, if those peas were given instructions to murder each other.
“He’s violated every rule there is. I’m just gonna say it. He’s a danger to everyone around.”
“I think you’re forgetting he saved our asses out there,”Minho defended, voice steady and firm.
“I don’t really give a klunk what he did when he’s part of the issue.”
“No, that’s the problem. I know you don’t care, because the Maze isn’t your problem anymore, is it?”
The room went dead silent. Everyone was holding their breaths, waiting for the explosion. Since the first week, it was made clear Gally and the Maze were two words that were never meant to be uttered together, much less as an insult.
As Gally went to storm off, the alarm blared way too early, making everyone look at each other. Brows furrowed and lips pursed together, a collection of confused faces staring at each other, asking for answers. Thomas had his head snapped towards the sound, ears perked up in that stupid curiosity that made Gally want to strangle him.
They followed the sound, slowly at first, then a plethora of feet hit the ground, trying to see what the commotion was about. Thomas lingered behind everyone, a nasty feeling bubbling up in his stomach that he was going to find himself at the center of the mess again. He must have been cursed or maybe worse, though he wasn’t sure what could top magic bad luck.
The doors open right as he pushed through the crowd, revealing what some thought was a fantasy. There, sleeping peacefully in the box, was a girl. Her dark long hair was flat behind her while her fingers gently clasped around something that Newt was pulling out of her hand.
It was certainly weird, but all Thomas could think about was how beautiful she was.
“She’s the last one ever,”the British voice read aloud. Looking up at everyone, his nose scrunched up as he asked what the hell it meant.
Before anyone even had the opportunity to answer, she shot up, sea blue eyes staring up at nothing. She sounded like she was gasping for air, her chest rising and falling at a panicked pace as she got out one word, one name.
“Thomas.”
Then, she was asleep.
He knew they were staring at him, wondering what his connection was to her, but he couldn’t care less. His heart fluttered too violently and stomach churned too aggressively. Because some part of him remembered the connection to the girl.
-She always says you should have brought your own jacket before giving hers anyways
-She prefers going on nighttime dates and just thinks they feel more intimate
-Half the reason you’re passenger princess is because she gets nervous when she’s not in full control of the vehicle
-She’s not mad when kids cry in public since she knows they’re just kids, but it’s one of her worst stressors
-She’s basically always holding your waist
-She doesn’t respond to late night texts since she actually has a decent sleep schedule but does get super happy seeing it when she first wakes up
-If you wear ripped jeans, she’ll usually caress your skin through them
-She usually just sleeps with one blanket so when you get cold you usually wear extra long sleeves while she holds you extra close
-She whispers that she loves you every time you fall asleep before her
-She likes going to the dog park even without having a dog just to watch them play
-She’s tried to have a romantic baking date with you but got so stressed and sent you to the living room to keep her company while she worked
-She’s really stubborn to the point where apologizing feels like failure, but she feels so much better when she does and gets to be happy with you again
-She always wears your rubber band on her wrist
-She loves carnival and theme park dates
-Every anniversary is a big deal and must be celebrated to the fullest
