You Don't Need To Be Fixed - Will Poulter

You Don't Need To Be Fixed - Will Poulter

Uh, I'm not even gonna explain because it's self-explanatory.

Possible Trigger Warning: Toxic Parental Figure/Emotional Abuse

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"I hate you."

"I wish you never even existed."

"You need to change, or else you're going to Hell."

"I pray every day that you see the light."

"The Lord can save you."

All of those I've heard before, all of them coming from a person that's supposed to love me unconditionally. I guess being one of the "homosexuals" is the breaking point for that, or having "deviant behavior" as she would call it.

Now, she's never said those things about me, because I'm closeted to her still, but I still feel those comments slice through me like she's directing it at me. It's kinda hilarious actually. She unintentionally tells me that I shouldn't exist.

I tell her point blank that I'd have a less rough time accepting her belief if she just comes out and say she hates the LGBT community. But, she says she doesn't hate anyone cause it's a sin.

"Bullshit." I say to her, out loud.

"Now, I do not like that language." She says sternly.

Ha! Of course that's what she focuses on, my fucking language. She's so fake, even more fake than a tween girl in middle school. She claims she's not homophobic because she's not afraid of gay people, to that I laugh, hard. She says she had bought lunch for two lesbians that she works with, says that she had a very nice time, so she couldn't possibly be homophobic! No, she acts like a decent human being with the gays, so that means she doesn't wish their sexualities would change!

It makes me want to vomit.

I call her out on that ridiculous way of thinking, to which she replies, "Just can it, will ya?" And that's the end of that conversation.

Another day, another argument about this, that, and the other. It's so tedious, and I willingly go into these arguments knowing that I'll never change her mind about anything. She thinks she's right about everything, and she always tells me, "I am right." Without second thought, she completely dismisses what I try to say.

It's always like this, me thinking I'm right and her thinking she's right. It's like trying to talk with Trump supporter...oh wait, she is a Trump supporter. Oops.

Usually, I'd go up to my room and cry it out, listen to very loud and aggressive music, scream into my pillow so I don't injure myself by punching a wall again. But, thankfully, I have someone who can help me through these times of crisis.

Will.

Ever since I met him, Will has been my rock, like my own emotional support human. Of course, it's not a one-way street, he trusts me enough to lean on me too. He's the greatest friend I've ever had, and I have no idea where I'd be without him in my life.

I just walk out of my house with my car keys in hand, starting the car and driving down the same route I've driven so many time I can basically do it in my sleep.

I make sure to text him beforehand, letting him know to prepare himself for a lot of frustrated ranting, but he was used to it by now.

"And it's like I can never talk to her about anything anymore because it always somehow ends up in a heated argument about politics, racial issues, or of course, the LGBT community. Like, I have no idea how much I can take before I explode and do something...not violent."

Will had his eyebrows raised, his shoulders tensed and looking like he was trying to be absorbed by his couch.

I had been ranting for about half an hour, pacing back and forth in his living room, scaring his poor pups with how my voice raised several octaves while speaking about the particularly upsetting parts, and my arms were pretty sore by how much I was waving them around. Jesus, no wonder Will looked scared.

I sighed. "Sorry, just had to get that off my chest before I imploded."

Will smiled. "It's okay, Y/n. Really. I was just afraid that story was going to end with you burying her in your backyard."

"No, at least, not yet." I chuckled, taking a seat next to Will, leaning on his shoulder.

"I'm really sorry you have to deal with that, I can't imagine how tired I'd feel living with someone like that." Will grabbed a hold of my hand gently, leaning his head on mine.

I wore a tight lipped smile, exhaling sharply through my nose. "It's not the greatest, but it could be worse."

"Doesn't make your situation any less valid."

"Yeah, yeah, I know...just like how she prays for me to see the light, I do the same for her. She doesn't appreciate it though. But, I guess that's fair considering I don't appreciate her thought and prayers."

Will turned to look at me, smiling softly. "You are perfect just the way you are. She's the one who has to change, not you, because you were made this way, just like everybody else who has their own orientations. One day, you'll be free of her. You'll be free to live however you want to live, and you'll be able to cut her out of your life if you choose to do so. You just have to be patient, but I promise, you'll be happy."

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I wrote this so I can be fine, so don't worry. I am fine. I promise.

Tell me, what nicknames do you think the gladers would call their girlfriend?

I don't really know to be honest. I'm not too privy to nicknames and pet names, and I don't really like them personally. But I think "Greenie" would be a sort of term of endearment. And "She-Bean", I frickin' love that nickname actually. I don't know where it originated, but I read it in @gladerscake recent imagine and it's adorable

just wondering why you wrote newt x female reader when newt is canon gay

Yeah, I did think about that a lot, but I've come to a conclusion that I know some people might have problems with.

I know Newt is gay in canon. But it's fanfiction, whatever I or other fanfiction writers write that may deviate from canon doesn't mean we don't respect it or think it should be different. I didn't mean to offend if I did. I just personally don't see a problem with it since he's a fictional character, but that's just my opinion

Thank you always being so nice and patient and writing all of my silly requests. They’re always so lovely when I get to read them. It’s very much appreciated -E

They are absolutely not silly! They're wholesome and adorable! I'm honored to even be considered to write them for you! Thank YOU!

hello! can you please do this https://vt.tiktok.com/ZGJAefv8S/ with gally? thank u, hope you have a great day!

So cute!

The TikTok: "Imagine yourself asleep, wrapped around them. You, while still asleep, suddenly hold them tighter, as if you're having a bad dream. They whisper to you, 'What's wrong? Are you okay?' You don't answer, but you hold them even tighter, they hug you back, saying 'Shh, it's okay.'"

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There were some nights where you just were too afraid to sleep.

You were used to having really bad nightmares every once in a while, a couple times every week at the most, you thought it was pretty normal after all the shit W.C.K.D. put you and your friends through.

But you started having certain nightmares that were just too much to handle, scaring you out of sleep.

It started after you escaped the Maze, the events of that day repeating in your mind in vivid detail, as if you were really there.

During the dream, you almost knew what was going to happen, but it all felt like really strong déjà vu and no matter how much you tried, you could never change anything. You could've handled all of that, but the worst part of the dreams was having to see your partner die at the end of it.

Logically, you knew he didn't die, but the nightmare put you back in that place where you truly believed he was dead. It was the roughest when you still had no idea he survived. Out in the Scorch, you forced yourself to stay awake, you couldn't handle seeing it over and over again.

Even after you reunited with Gally, you still had the nightmares, not as often as every night, but just once a week still impacted your mental health.

You especially hated how you felt after waking up from these nightmares. You were always in a panic, having to walk over to where Gally slept to make sure he was there. You also felt a strong hatred for Minho, which really sucked. You were close friends with him, so it didn't sit well with you that you could still feel those types of feelings towards him, even if they were fleeting. It took quite a bit of time to forgive Minho, so you hated that the nightmares undid all that progress, even for a short time.

When you and Gally started to share a hut, the nightmares almost completely stopped, and you started to get over that fear of falling asleep. You had told him about your nightmares before, it was a little embarrassing, but he always took the time to give you as much reassurance as you needed.

There were a few nights when you had those same nightmares, and he always helped calm you down, repeating that he was here and safe with you. And it helped a lot, you had gone almost a full year without having those nightmares.

It was hard to keep track of dates with everything that was going on at that time, but you had a strong feeling that it was close to the anniversary of escaping the Maze. You could tell all of your friends were feeling it too. While your friends were celebrating that victory, you were feeling anxiety. That day was one of the worst days of your life, but everyone looked at it positively, and you knew you should have too. But the lingering feeling of thinking that you'd lost the most important person in your life that day seemed to trump the feeling of finally escaping that prison.

It was hard going to sleep that night, the dread you felt couldn't be ignored as you fell asleep in Gally's arms.

Your dread was well placed, as that same nightmare played out exactly as it always had.

Gally was suddenly awoken by the sound of whimpering, he felt you hold him tighter, bunching up his shirt in your clenched fist. Tears were streaming down your face, staining the pillow beneath you. He started to shake you gently, feeling slightly panicked himself. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked softly when he saw your eyes open as you breathed in sharply.

Gally realized what was happening when you kept staring at his face like it could be the last time, your arms wrapping around his torso even tighter than before.

"Is was a nightmare again, wasn't it?" Gally asked, frowning at your tear stained face.

"It's always the same one. I keep seeing you die, over and over and over..." You cried.

"Shh, it's okay...it's okay." Gally whispered, pulling you onto his chest and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace, trying his best to calm you. "I didn't die, Y/n. I survived, we both survived, and I'm not going anywhere. You're gonna be stuck with me for a long, long time."

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oh the fluff...the fluffy fluff i can't🥰

Can you do a fic about you being Will’s celebrity crush and him talking about it in an interview? I love your writing so much

Of course, sweet Anon!😊Such a cute idea, I was pretty much giggling and smiling like a baby while writing this honestly lmao

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Will wasn't normally the type to talk about crushes that he had, especially during interviews, but there was just something about you that made him unable to shut up.

"So, who is this special person that you love talking about so much?"

Will immediately blushed, grinning nervously at the interviewer's question. "How'd you know about that?"

The interviewer laughed. "Your costar, who I interviewed before, said you kept going on and on about this actor. They said I should bring it up."

"Oh, of course they did. They love embarrassing me. Okay, um, recently I've been a bit enamored with this actor I discovered. Y/n L/n."

"Oh! I've heard of them! Been in a lot of fantastic movies. I can see why you're so smitten."

Will knew he must've been beet red, his face so hot he felt like it was going to melt off. Thankfully, the interview ended quickly and he didn't have to embarrass himself further.

It wasn't that long ago when Will first found out about you. He went to see a movie with his friends, and it happened to be a movie you starred in. After that, Will made it his new hobby to watch every movie you'd ever been in. Even the first films that you were in. Watching interviews of you, you seemed like such a nice person. He shared a lot of your views and opinions, he almost couldn't believe you were real.

Being in the same career field, Will held out hope that he'd meet you one day. But alas, he's never even been in the same area as you yet. Of course, his friends had to tease him about his newfound crush. But they were also supportive in the idea that he'd meet you one day. He didn't think it would be any time soon. But that voice in the back of his head loved to focus on the "what ifs."

Will was on a press tour for a new movie he was in, so he was almost too busy to even think about possibly meeting you, which he was kind of thankful for.

In your neck of the woods, one of your friends sent you a link to a YouTube video.

Now, your friend loved trolling you, so most of the videos you got sent were just Rick Rolls. The thumbnail was of Will Poulter smiling during an interview, and your friend knew how much you admired him as an actor. You knew it was probably just another troll video, but your curiosity got the better of you.

You were surprised to see that it was, indeed, an actual interview video. But you were even more surprised to see your name in the title.

Will Poulter On His New Movie and Celebrity Crush: Y/n L/n! 😱😱

Clickbait, obviously.

You usually hating feeding in to that kind of clickbait shit, but you were anxious to see if Will did mention you at some point in the video. You were pretty much giggling like a school girl as soon as you got to the part where he talked about you. You awed out loud when you quickly noticed how red his face turned, but you kind of started to hate that interviewer and their line of questioning. You were pretty private about your personal life during interviews and the like, so you could imagine how uncomfortable you'd be being asked questions like that. But, you could only speak for yourself.

Then, you got a mischievous idea.

You were acquainted with one of Will's costars, so you decided to send a quick DM to them with an idea.

A few days later, Will was exhausted from all the press stuff he had to do for the new film, but it was a good exhaustion like it usually was. He had one more interview to do that day then he'd have a couple days off to relax, which he was excited for. He was thankful he didn't have to do the interview himself, a couple of his costars would be joining him this time.

The interviewer came in, did the usual greeting and congratulating on the success of the movie and expressing their positive opinions. Will could've answered all the questions in his sleep, having to answer so many that were pretty much the same. It was almost like he could put himself on autopilot if the interviewer focused on asking questions to his castmates.

The interviewer directed a question at Will, and he internally sighed. "So, have you gotten the chance to meet that actor you love so much?" The interviewer grinned excitedly.

Will hated how easily he blushed just at the sound of your name. "Ah, no. I haven't. I doubt it'll be anytime soon, if ever, so I'm not going to get my hopes up. But as of right now, I hope I don't meet them cause I'd probably embarrass myself."

"Aw, that's a shame."

Will froze, tensing up and his blush deepening. He turned around in his chair to see you, grinning beautifully. "Oh my god..." He uttered, too shocked to say anything else.

"Hello, everyone!" You greeted, giving a quick hug to your friend.

Will looked at his costar in disbelieve. "Did you do this?" Will's costar grinned proudly, nodding confidently.

"Well, if you don't want to see me right now, I can leave."

"No!" Will quickly blurted out, much louder than he intended, causing you to giggle. "Sorry, uh," He was at a loss for words, your presence such a surprise that he could barely form a sentence.

"That's okay! I wasn't planning on crashing for too long. I'll see you guys when you're done." And with that, you left the room, leaving the interviewer to finish their questions.

Will was pretty much in a stunned silence for the rest of the interview, which elicited some teasing from his castmates. He was so anxious for the interview to end that it felt like it was going on forever, so when it ended, Will all but ran out of the room to see you waiting patiently outside the building with your headphones on, mouthing along to whatever you were listening to.

You quickly noticed Will's presence, taking off your headphones and walking up to his with an approachable smile. "Well, hi there! Hope I didn't give ya a heart attack in there!" You laughed, it was like music to Will's ears.

Will shook his head with a nervous smile. "I've never had a heart attack before, but I imagine that's as close as I've gotten so far."

You laughed, placing a hand on his arm. "Sorry!"

Will tried to shake of the immediate spark of electricity he felt at your simple gesture. "It's fine. It was good, it was really good, you got me. So, I'm guessing that was my castmate's idea?"

"No, it was mine, actually."

Will furrowed his brows with a small smile. "Really? Why?"

"Well," You drew out flirtatiously, "I saw that interview."

Will groaned, running his hands over his face as he felt his face heat up for the third time that day. "Oh god..."

"Hey, don't worry! I thought it was really cute." You smiled.

Will looked through the crack between his fingers to look at you. "You did?" He tried to hide his wide grin.

You nodded. "I did. I really wanted to meet you. And since you were close to my town, I thought I'd surprise you."

"Well, consider me surprised." Will chuckled.

"So, if you're not doing anything later, wanna go get a drink with me or something?" You smiled while slightly nibbling on your bottom lip.

Will smirked and nodded. "I'd love to."

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Wow, I actually love how this one came out. It's so cute and my mouth hurts from smiling😂