SOFT SIDES | tmr ; gally x reader

Nineteen

After lunch, Newt gets everyone back working as usual, except for Minho and Thomas, who get to just have some time to rest. Newt decides it's "about damn time you get some work done around here" so he puts you in the kitchen with Frypan.

When you walk into the kitchen, Frypan looks over at you and smiles.

"Ooooh I heard he was putting you in here! I missed your help! Now hurry on and get chopping!" He says, pointing to a pile of potatoes.

You chuckle and walk over and follow his commands.

"So, any good gossip since we last spoke? Besides the obvious Minho and Thomas and Alby chiz." Frypan speaks up as you start. "Ooh wait, speaking of Alby, heard he came in stung. How's he doing?"

You shake your head. "Don't know. Haven't went and checked up on him yet."

"Lil' Chuck came up to me and told me that Alby was going round trying to bite people," Frypan says with a shiver. "Hope it's not true, but you can never tell what grievers'll do to you."

You shudder at the thought of Alby running around the glade insane. He was always the calm and orderly one, it's scary to picture him any other way.

"Gurl, you've gone as white as a cloud or something," Frypan laughs at his "joke". "Com'on lets change the subject. I serious about this whole gossip thing. I'm in this kitchen all day, I miss a whole klunk load of the good stuff that happens around this place."

A small smile makes it's way to your lips as you try to think of something "juicy" to tell.

"Newt and Thomas have made out about 10 times since he's gotten back," you say with a laugh. And it's true, just about every time you see the two of them together, it's like their lips are glued together."

"What?!" Frypan says in shock. "When did they become a thing?!"

You double over in laughter as Frypan continues to stare at you wide-eyed and confused.

"Wow, you really don't get out of here much," you say when you finally catch your breath.

"That's what you're here for! Fill me in!" Frypan laughs, turning back to continue his cooking.

-

You and Frypan gossip for the rest of the afternoon about everything from Newt and Thomas to Chuck slipping in some klunk.

Of course, you're also cooking while you're doing this, so when dinner time comes, and big bowl of steamy soup is ready to be served. Everyone lines up with their bowls to get their serving.

"Here, I can serve dinner," Frypan says. "You take this," he fills a bowl and hands it to you, "and go and sit down at your table."

"Are you sure?" You ask. "I can help if you want."

"Don't worry about it," Frypan says, starting to serve the meal. "You've helped a lot today." He winks at you, and you turn around to sit down at your table.

It's weird being the first one to the table, usually you're one of the last ones to get there. You sit and sit by yourself for a while, but slowly the rest of the group starts to join you.

"This soup actually looks decent today," Chuck says as he sits down next to you. "Must be your feminine touch," he says dramatically.

"Nah," Newt says, sitting in his usual seat. "Remember last time she was in the kitchen? That pasta was klunk."

"Hey!" You yell out, reaching across the table to slap his arm. Everyone else laughs.

Thomas sits down next to Newt, and they even let Gally sit at the table too. He leans over and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before sitting down next to you.

Minho is the last one to sit down at the table. His usually perfect hair is sticking out in random directions all over his head.

"Woah what's up with the hair?" Gally says with a laugh. "Did you just wake up, or are you trying a new style for the millionth time?" Everyone at the table laughs.

"Ha. Ha." Minho says sarcastically with a glare towards Gally. "No, someone stole my comb." He looks over at Chuck and gives him a deadly stare. If looks could kill, Chuck would've probably blown up about 20 times.

"Wasn't me!" Chuck says, raising his hands in surrender.

"Minho, it's just a comb," you say.

Newt mock gasps. "Juno! It's not just a comb! Minho can't function without his perfect hair!"

Chuck breaks into a fit of laughter.

"Ooh I'm Minho and I just hope and dream for the day the creators will give me hairspray!" Newt says in a high-pitched voice, talking with his hands over dramatically.

Minho reaches over and smacks Newt in the back of the head, annoyed.

"Hey!" Newt yells.

"Which one of you slintheads took it?" Minho says, scanning his eyes around the table.

After a small pause, he continues. "None of you huh?" He stands up and starts walking around the table. You feel something being buy into your back pocket.

Just before you can say anything, Minho walks behind you.

"AHA!" He yells out, snatching his precious comb from your pocket. "It was Juno!"

"What? It wasn't me!" You yell out. "I was framed!"

Suddenly Chuck starts laughing uncontrollably.

"It was Chuck!" Newt yells out, pointing across the table.

"I KNEW IT!" Minho says, before tackling Chuck to the ground.

Chuck- half laughing, half screaming- wiggles to get away from Minho.

Suddenly Thomas speaks up. "Something's not right."

"Of course something's not right!" Chuck yells. "All I did was steal his comb, I don't deserve this!"

"No no," Thomas says, his face serious. His eyebrows burrow together, he's obviously deep in thought.

"I don't see anything wrong," Gally says.

"Me too," Newt agrees. "Thomas, it's fine."

Thomas shakes his head. "Ya, you're right, I'm probably just tired."

Minho finally gets up and let's Chuck sit back down. Minho looks around for a second, with a satisfied smirk, when suddenly his face too falls serious.

"No, Thomas is right, something is wrong," he says, looking off beyond the table.

He looks back towards the table. "It's the doors.

"They didn't close."

XXXXX
This chapter feels kinda short but whatever.

We got some Frypan in there just for the hell of it.

We past 1k comments and that makes me happy. Reading you guy's positive comments always makes me feel like I'm doing something good with my time for once. xD

We're nearing the end of the story. Not sure exactly how many more chapters there are, but the doors are open, so we must be close right?

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE YOUNG GRASSHOPPERS!
xoxo
Mickey