#frypantmr

You stop chopping the onions and wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand, as if just on cue Frypan walks into the kitchen, and stops once he sees you holding the knife. 

“Where the hell have you been?” You shout. Fry’s eyes are wide. He’s not looking at you, but at the knife. “Oh don’t worry I’m not about to kill you... Not until after we’re done here anyway.” You roll your eyes and go back to chopping. 

“I’m sorry. When I got to the gardens Clint and Newt hadn’t even started uprooting the carrots. I just spent the last hour helping them do it.” He said. Now that you looked at him, he looked completely sweaty. You saw his arms covered in a light layer of oil and his veins were slightly bulging from his biceps. 

“Um... Yeah it’s okay.” You stuttered, looking back down at the onion and continued to chop it. 

“What’s the matter with you?” He asked playfully as he walked around the counter and leaned against it next to you. You shook your head and kept chopping, not looking up so he couldn’t see your blush. 

“Nothing.” You sad matter of factly. “Besides the fact that we gotta cook for fifty other hungry men out there and some help would be nice.” 

“Well I’m no professional but I think you’ve cut enough onions.” He chuckled. You stopped chopping and noticed you cut about eight of them. 

“Well we could use some pre-chopped onions for other meals right.” You chuckled. 

Fry just laughed and went to grab the big container of carrots he left on the ground and hoisted it onto the counter. You looked up from your chopping and watched as his arms flexed as he lifted it. Your eyes couldn’t look away, you thought maybe it was the heat and you were imagining things. Fry cleared his throat and your eyes met his. You were caught. You blushed and looked back down at the cutting board and grabbed a carrot and started chopping again. 

“You sure you’re okay Y/n?” He asked. 

“Yeah I just think... Y’know with the oven on and the heat outside... It’s just hot in here.” You said closing your eyes and wiping the sweat from your forehead again. You opened your eyes and saw Fry staring at you. 

“Definitely hot in here.” He agreed with a wink. “But I don’t think it has anything to do with the oven.” That as bold even for Frypan. 

You swallowed and continued to look at him. “No I don’t think it really does.” You agreed. 

“After dinner’s over we could go cool off somewhere and have some dessert...” Fry suggested. 

You took a seat on the stool next to him and he handed you a peeling knife and you got to work. It was quiet between you two as you were peeling, which was strange because you were always laughing and making small talk. 

“Busy in the kitchen today?” You asked. 

Fry shrugged, “A lot lot less fun without you.” 

You snickered as you elbowed him, “shut up, man.” You both laughed. 

“How was the gardens?” He asked. 

You shrugged just as he just did, “To be honest, Newt’s a little worried about them.”

“Why?”

“Because the crops aren’t growing as fast as he thought they would. Plus Zart was on his back for not supplying us with the right tools to do the job. It’s not like it’s his fault... Newt doesn’t control what the creators bring us.” You mumbled that last part. 

“Crops aren’t growing that fast?” Fry repeated. “Damn... I guess we won’t be having potato soup as much. I know how much you like it too...” 

You let out a loud laugh as you tossed the potato you just finished peeling into the pot. You hated potato Soup, and he knew that. 

“Fry... You never fail to make me laugh.” You said, trying to catch your breath. 

“Good, ‘cause I love hearin’ it.” He uttered. Something about the way he said it made you stop laughing. He was looking at you with intensity. 

“Thanks.” You whispered as you picked up another potato and started peeling it. Frypan stopped peeling his potato and looked back up at you. 

“(Y/n)...” He uttered your name and stopped your hands from peeling the potato and you looked up at him. “I love hearin’ that laugh. And I love seein’ you around the kitchen. There’s nothing I love more than you.” 

“Fry-”

“I mean it.” He cut you off. You sat there looking into his eyes, hoping to see no ounce of a lie and you were relieved to find out he was, in fact, telling the truth. You reached up and cupped his face between your tiny hands and pulled his lips onto yours in a soft kiss. You felt him respond to you and tangle one of his calloused hands into your hair to deepen the kiss. After an eternity you pulled back and leaned your forehead against his. 

“Suddenly you can cook?” Frypan asks, adding a bit of salt to the dish before he tastes it. His face contorts as he licks his lips.

“What?”

“It’s good.”

“I know.” You smirk, bouncing away from him and tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You’re about to disappear to find Gally, seeing as you’re one of the builders, who isn’t doing their job and you probably need to start. Gally does play nice and cut you a little slack seeing as you’re a girl, the only girl, and he expressed his dislike for your sass among the boys, but he’s still a sweetheart. Like a big angry Teddy Bear.

“Hey, wait, Y/n! Get your shank ass back here.” Frypan howls, watching you walk backwards over to him. “Let’s have a cook off or something, since you think you know more than me.” He explains, watching at you pick at the food on the counter-top and stick it into your mouth.

“I don’t think I know more.” You argue, glancing back at where you could hear Gally yelling at the other builders. You’re sure a little while off wouldn’t hurt, especially if it meant better food. “But I guess it couldn’t hurt.” You laugh, sliding behind the counter.

The next half hour or so is spent with you and Frypan trying to hastily outcook each other, in preparation for dinner. Most of the Gladers are now gathering around the two of you, watching as Frypan feverishly cuts vegetables and you excitedly stir your pot. You’ve worked up quite a sweat, some of the boys cheering you on, some cheering Frypan on. It’s anyone’s match, and you decided to have Winston test the food out, seeing as he’s the Keeper of the Butchers.

You quickly add a few more dashes of seasoning, wiping sweat from your brow as you glance over at Frypan, who is surprisingly already looking at you. You have to turn quickly to hide your blush for whatever reason, trying to force your mind back on the idea of cooking. Your stare down into the pot, taking a quick sip from your spoon and tossing a grin at the group of gladers, clanking your spoon on the side of your pot proudly. You spoon a little bit of the meal into a bowl, setting it on a plate and picking a pretty looking flower out of the ground, setting it on the side of the dish.

Pretty, you always need to make it look pretty, you tell yourself a little more intensely than you wanted.

You rush your meal over to an awaiting Winston, whose waiting.

“What is it?”

“I call it Beef Stew A-La Y/n.” You grin, rising a few snickers from gladers among the group.

Frypan rushes to your side, holding out his meal, and hell it looks the best thing he’s ever made ever. “Slop A-La Frypan.” He tacks onto it, a few Oh’s and Ah’s.

Winston tastes both of your meals, looking between the two of you.

This was getting a little overdramatic for your tastes, but it sure was fun. He makes you both face the crowd, holding a hand from each of you. He slowly grips yours tighter and you watch, no feel, as he raises Frypans above yours. It’s amazingly devastating and Winston flashes you an apologetic smile, the crowd of Gladers going insane.

Your face contorts, but you are a big girl so you don’t cry at all, but you make a pained face. It sucks to lose, but you were never a cooker anyways, you were a builder, it made sense anyways.

At dinner, you sit with Gally, arms crossed over your chest as Gally tries his best (you assumed) to make you laugh or talk. Anything, but you don’t budge, staying aggressively mad at yourself.

“Here, I’m gonna make you a drink to lighten you up a bit.” He elbows you, getting to his feet. “Try not to smash all the pots in the Glade while I’m gone, will ‘ya.” He jokes, heading off wherever Gally goes to make his ‘secret drink’.

Another presence slides next to you and let’s just say, you’re less than amused by any of this.

“Heyyyy, how you feeling?” The voice questions.

“Like hell, shoo why don’t you?” You snap back hastily, turning your head to see Frypan.

“Look, I’m sorry for embarrassing you, I thought you would have won.” He explains, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think.”

“Wow, Gally really has rubbed off on you, hasn’t he?”

A joke, you think.

“Why don’t you just buzz off.” You snap again, leaning back a little.

“Just listen for a second, let me say one more thing.” Frypan tries to argue with you again, putting a finger to your lips and you are so tempted to take a big bite out of it. But you wait. “Today made me realize how amazing you are, and I just kinda’ like you? Some klunk like that…” He trails off, not meeting your gaze.

You stagger to your feet, patting his head before spinning on your heel to find Gally. “The feeling is likewise!” You shout, blowing a kiss at the other male and maybe the way your best friend has acted did rub off on you. “Try to make me look good in front of the Gladers and we’ll see how high your chances get!” You tilt your head back.