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missing piece, part one. thomas x reader
summary 📰: in which reader is ex-wicked worker with all her memory still intact and once she feels she’s finally gotten away from all that, it comes and pulls her right back in
warning/s 📬: swearing, NOT EDITED UGH
slater’s note 📮: this was originally an original fic on my wattpad but that was years ago but i wanted to bring it back so hi
“where’s y/n?”
“who’s y/n?”
“his girlfriend.”
“she’s not my girlfriend.”
the newfound safe haven had brought a lot of different anxieties, and the last thing thomas wanted was to be separated from his friends, especially you.
five minutes into sitting at a lunch table with new people and familiar faces of the glade, you were really the only thing on his mind as he searched the other tables looking for your face, listening for your laugh, but he found nothing.
“i didn’t see her get tested.”
“nor did i.”
“maybe she’s with teresa,” minho offered, “i saw her walking through the glass hall with a bunch of doctors. they could be running some extra tests... you know, girl stuff?”
“girl stuff?” frypan’s face screwed up as he looked between minho and winston, his mind not exactly processing what that was supposed to mean.
“i don’t know man, i’m sure she’s fine,” minho shrugged, trying to pry away from the awkwardness that took over as fast as he could.
“well, we can look for her later,” newt gave thomas a comforting look, his hand gripping his shoulder as a reassuring gesture, “right now, you need to relax, you’ve had a long day.”
°•
the cold fluorescent lights gave you a piercing headache as you sat in a practically empty medical hall with a needle up your arm and a comforting hand gripping your shoulder.
you couldn’t actually tell whether or not if it was comforting or rather just forceful so you would stay in place against the cold metal chair.
something about the place was rather odd, cold, and slightly uncomfortable. it wasn’t as scrappy as it should’ve been, it was well put together, well built, well secured, it didn’t make sense.
it resembled WICKED headquarters all too much, especially with how many doctors swarmed around you, gripping, pinching, breaking against your skin, desperate for whatever you had.
“alright, y/n, we’re done with you,” the lady removed the needle before placing a plain colored bandaid over the breakage of skin, small amounts of blood beginning to spill out.
you gave her the best small smile you could give her, placing your hand in your lap, trying to fight to the urge to question every single thing that was going on.
“janson wants to see you, and then you can go.”
you nodded, rubbing your hands together before pausing, eyes slowly raising up before saying ‘what?’ and just as fast you heard his voice.
“miss y/l/n, what a pleasure it is to see you again.”
you got out of the cold chair as fast as possible, almost tripping in the process. you felt your heart pick up as you begun backing away, not knowing where to go or what to do.
“why don’t we have a chat?”
you felt multiple hands grips both your arms as you continued to walk away while still facing him. you know this couldn’t end well.
°•
“you were always such a smart girl, even when you were younger. never so sure about anything unless you did it yourself. you had to know everything if you hadn’t known it already.”
it had taken a lot to hold you down before moving you into one of the interview rooms, handcuffing you to the chair.
“when ava heard we were picking up your section of maze, she was absolutely pleased,” janson paced back and forth before you, a stupid smirk slapped on his face, “more than pleased really. she’s hoping the past three years will have been more than enough punishment to have learned your lesson.”
“i’m not a fucking school girl, janson,” you scoffed, struggling against the metal practically digging into your skin, “what your doing is wrong and those three years only made me realize it even more.”
“oh really?”
“i’m finally past all this, why do you need me?”
janson scoffed, shaking his head before leaning over the table that separated the two of you. he was trying to get a ride out of you, you could just tell by the playfulness that surfaced in the center of his eye, “you think you can just take back all that you did? you were after all the one who created the maze.”
“yes but it wasn’t meant for the torture of young kids, janson. do you have any idea what it’s like in there? what you did?”
“i think it’s more or so what you did.”
“suck my dick,” you tried to get up but the handcuffs were preventing much movement, “i didn’t do anything but create a fucking maze. it was you and the rest of the fools that work for WICKED that twisted it into a death con.”
it’s silent and janson have you look as if asking if you really believed that. you wanted to punch him right in the mouth, make him realize that you weren’t one to fuck with at the moment.
“it seems you care a lot about these people, especially with how much lying you’ve done to protect them...” he sat in the chair across from you, folding his hands as if he was coming to reasoning.
you felt sick, your head slightly turning to the side as you felt something coming on, a catch, but you didn’t know what.
you couldn’t do anything for WICKED anymore, there was nothing left you could give them, and you knew what they wanted, what ava wanted was something more than a silly bunch of maze drawings.
“what do you want?”
“you want to keep your secret, you want to protect friends? you’ll give me what i want.”
you stayed silent.
“i think you know what i want.”
“i don’t.”
“i want your blood.”
“you mean you want to drain me?”
“ava thinks you’re the cure.”
“ava’s a fool.”
“but yet she’s gets what she’s wants, always.”
°•
“you okay?”
“yeah, i just need you- i just need you to- please.”
thomas stared at you, questioningly with his head ducked down close to yours, a look of slight desperation filling his pupils to the brim, wanting to know what was running though your mind.
you wouldn’t be able to answer him if he asked. it already took a lot of you to tel him to meet you in the bathroom hall in private to talk to him without breaking down before the rest of your friends eyes.
janson gave you two options. one, you could sacrifice yourself and give up the supposed cure to ava and not risk anymore young innocent lives, or two, you could be sacrificed but this time, your friends would join you.
you had to decide by the next morning.
the answer was becoming clearer and clearer as minutes went by and the images of innocent teens being strung up and drained for their blood flashed up through your mind, something janson thought to show you just in case you already weren’t convinced of outing yourself.
you felt like you couldn’t breathe, your chest tightening up as you gripped his forearm firmly, trying to steady yourself from passing out or breaking down, but the overwhelming feeling of pain was swallowing you whole.
“what, y/n, what’s wrong?”
“thomas, they’re gonna kill me,” your voice came out strangled and breathless as you look up to him, your eyes beginning to water.
it was beginning to get harder and harder to breathe.
“who?”
“WICKED.”
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Undercover || Stiles Stilinski
A/N: just a blurb! nothing too lengthy because this is my first writing piece on here <3
word count: 845
WARNINGS: a bit of cursing, mentions of guns! This should be almost action-comedy :)
Inspired by this prompt.
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“Just try to relax, Stiles, okay? I don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time.”
As you looked over at your best friend and partner-in-crime, Stiles Stilinski, you didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his whiskey colored eyes as he thought back to the last time you both went undercover to get particulars on possible threats.
He tugged on his bottom lip in attempt to suppress the growing smile on his face as he continued to relive the memory in his head. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, eyes flickering up to rising number of floors in the elevator. “I thought we handled Cleveland pretty well.” He spoke while pushing his body off of the wall and fixating himself right next to you as the elevator doors began to open.
You cringed at the memory. Cleveland, what an experience.
“Ah, yes. How could I possibly forget the time I had to break a man’s nose to successfully get information out of him after a certain someone decided to get a little too carried away with their role?” You sighed dreamily, but it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t help but laugh at your best friend’s beaming grin at the fact that you remembered your first operation together. But how could you forget?
Stiles Stilinski had a horrible Russian accent.
“You made me get blood on my favorite dress.” You grumbled out to him, adjusting the fake prescription glasses on your face as you slowed your movements in front of two large glass doors in the pristine hallway of suits and pencil skirts.
With furrowed brows, Stiles trailed his eyes down your figure to inspect your outfit. “I thought this one was your favorite?” He mumbled, adjusting his tie due to the slight nerves he gets just before a meeting like this. Glancing down at the plum colored peplum dress you decided to wear, you met his confused stare with a look of disgust.
“What? No, I hate this dress. I just had nothing else to wear.” You explained with a shrug. Just as Stiles opened his mouth to speak, a older gentlemen in a dark suit pulled opened the doors the two of you stood in front of. His mouth snapped shut just as you straightened out your posture and offered the man a tight lipped smile, which he returned.
The man held his hand out, graciously shaking both of your rights ones with an award winning grin. “Ms. Warren and Mr. Rapp, I presume?” He asked to which you both nodded to confirm your false identities you were given with. “Donald Cheever, please, let’s begin.” The man, Cheever, wasted no time in opening the door wider for the both of you to step through.
Stiles was quick to take the closest seat next to you, a hand on your exposed knee as Mr. Cheever sat across from you both, hands folded in with one another.
The older man’s grin faded away within seconds, being replaced with a stone cold stare set on the two of you. “I can’t help but say that you look ravishing in the at color, Ms. Y/L/N.” He spoke cooly, sending shiver run straight down your spine as you swallowed thickly.
Stiles’ grip on your knee tightened, his jaw clenching as his whiskey colored eyes grew dark with anger. “Why don’t we cut the shit, and you tell me why you are really here, hm?” The man in front of you asked, and before you could fiercely decline his proposition, Stiles opened his mouth.
“You’re a dangerous man. Incredibly stupid as well, I mean, what’s with the ginormous shiny building if you’re supposed to be hiding from the government?” Stiles sneered, and you placed your hand over his to squeeze it in a warning manner.
Cheever turned to you, raising his brow in a questioning manner. “Please ignore my associate if you can.” You sighed, ignoring the incredulous look Stiles shot you.
There was a reason why your undercover operations always ended up getting physical. Stiles can never shut his mouth.
“I really can’t.”
“Are you just unaware that you have the whole Virginia base on your ass for incredibly lethal arms deals?” Stiles scoffed in disbelief, and your head snapped in his direction just as his own eyes widened in realization.
“He certainly does now, Stilinski.” You muttered to him between clenched teeth, shooting him a deadly glare to which he gave you an apologetic shrug.
By the time you both turned back to Cheever, you were not only met with his smug expression, but a black .45 caliber pointing directly at you.
You slowly turned your head back to Stiles, who was already looking at you and offering you a almost teasing grin. “It’s a good thing you wore that dress then, huh?”
You shook your head at his words with a hint of a smile, a chuckle passing through your lips as you slipped the fake glasses off your face, your gaze back on the man holding the gun.
It was a good thing, indeed.
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Undercover
Stiles Stilinski is, without a doubt, your partner in crime. So when you go undercover together, it’s always a breeze.... right?
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End of the Line ( 1 ) ( 2 )
Your job is to remember. To remember your other half — remember Stiles. Will your love for a person you don’t even remember be strong enough to bring him back?
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Happy Ending
The immune children have finally received their happy ending, no longer needing to run or to hide. Thomas wakes up at the Safe Haven, unaware that his happy ending came at a serious price.
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Night Light
After sleeping with the lights on every night since you’ve arrived to Google, your roommate, Stuart, resorts to a pretty odd solution — not that you’re complaining.
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Late Nights
Your best friend, Dave, makes sure you get home safely after a night of partying, and you’re too buzzed to notice his longing eyes.