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Thomas x reader

Movie: the Maze Runner; Scorch Trail 

Soulmate!AU

Where the first thing the soulmate says to each other, are printed on their underarm.

“(Your name), you need to listen more,” your friend sighed, as she rolled her eyes and poked your arm. You followed the way your friend was looking at, but as soon as your eyes found two green eyes that looked into your (Eye color) eyes - you looked away and glared at your friend beside you. 

She laughed and shook her head, her hair dancing around her face - making funny faces towards you. However, the peaceful moment was soon broken as the green eyed boy lifted himself up from the table and walked straight towards the open doors that stood behind one of the guards - but they stopped him from entering.

With that, you turned around and lifted yourself away from your own seat. Your friend reached out towards you but stopped as she saw that you headed the other way. Away from the trouble, as she had always pointed out that you had a thing for trouble.

You placed yourself next to Aris, the boy’s head snapped towards you and blinked underneath his hood. You sent him a smile, and he soon smiled back as he saw it was you. “(Your name),” you smiled and laughed softly, as he looked towards the newcomers that had surrounded themselves around the guard. “I might be stupid doing that,” you heard Aris said to you softly, but you said nothing. 

With everything going on, you placed your arms against the table and breathed out. Your eyes landed on the words that had been on your underarm your whole life - you could remember everything. What had happened in the Maze, as you had been a part of Aris’ group. He had been a quiet boy, always keeping to himself. 

Wow, you’re ... a girl.

The words that were imprinted to your skin. Not something fancy, but it made you always smile softly to yourself. Knowing that your meeting with your soulmate would be somewhat awkward. 

After everything that had happened in the eating area, everyone had been escorted back to their rooms. However, you were the last one in your room. Your friends had been the chosen ones, leaving you all alone - you covered your face with your hands. You knew that they could not do anything about that, but somehow you felt betrayed.  

You had entered this building at the same time as them, but you were left alone. A sigh escaped your lips, as you closed your eyes. Your body hit the mattress with a loud sound, making the whole room seem so quiet. 

By the time now, every one of your friends would have dragged out the few things they were allowed to play with. A board of a wooden tablet, with wooden dolls that they had made within the Maze. 

You turned around and face the grey wall. Breathed out and in, as you reached out blindly after a blanket to pull over yourself. As you felt the familiar fabric of the dark colored blanket, you pulled it over yourself and huffed. Everything was like a living hell, everyone that you knew had somehow walked away from you. 

Only Aris was with you, but the boy was always shy - never the one to start a conversation with you. However, you had come to love him like a sister. Always the protective one, as he would find that somewhat funny.

With that, you let your body relax - but perhaps that was something the aboves did not like. As you heard a loud bang from the other side of the room, you opened your eyes and sat up. You turned your head around, your (Hair color) hair danced around your head as you saw Aris underneath the other bed. 

“Aris?” You asked as you placed your feet on the floor - you saw that something was wrong, by the way, he looked around in the room. “No one's here, I’m the last one.”  Aris’ whole expression relaxed, but he soon looked at you and ushered you to crawl into the vent. 

“What?” You blinked at him, as you had placed yourself on your knees in front of the bed, your arse high up in the air - looking pretty damn sexy if you could say so yourself. However, Aris nodded and crawled backward. “They’re waiting for us.” You did not understand what he meant but took a deep breath.

If you stayed behind, you would meet your friends again - but what if that Aris said was true, that Janson was truly from W.C.K.D. You would not take a chance, as you crawled after him - not bothering pulling the vent bars back up.

“Aris, who’s waiting for us?” You asked, as your eyes were focused on the front of you. Aris’ arse, as the boy kept crawling and did not stop - you did not expect him to hear you over the sound you two made in the vent.

And it did not take long before you and Aris were out and running through the building, where you once had entered. The workers were nowhere to be seen, but as you and Aris turned the corner - you crashed into a moving wall.

Two arms wrapped themselves around you, making it easier for the person to flip you two around. Making you land on top of the person, and your nose crashed into a hard chest. You swore it was broken, from the building pain that formed itself in your nose.

You lifted your head, as your (Eye color) eyes met two green eyes. The same ones that had looked at you in the eating area. “Wow, you’re ... a girl.” When he said that, your eyes widen and you breathed in and out. You felt your cheeks heat up, but pulled away and took a deep breath. “Good observation, boy.” Then it was his time to be shocked, as you lifted yourself up from the concrete ground.

You lifted your hand upwards, to your perhaps broken nose. But before you could do that, the unnamed boy grabbed your hand and took a deep breath. “Come with us, me.” Before you could say anything, he dashed off and you looked behind your shoulder - to see Aris and other people that had been in the eating area. Some smirked, however, a blonde boy only shook his head as he limped after you and the handsome boy in front of you.

My Girlfriend

Dylan O’brien x reader

You and Dylan are out on a date but gets interrupted by some fans.

You had always known what you had put yourself into the moment you had agreed to be Dylan O’brien’s girlfriend, however, everything was still new to you. The way you always needed to be aware that someone would snap a picture of you when you would drive to the local store or something. But for the most part, everything was just perfect - but it could be pushed a little bit too far.

To those times when you could not go out with your friends, as strangers would walk up to you and ask for pictures. At first, you had been dumbfounded, wondering why they wanted pictures with you. However, they only responded that you were Dylan O’brien’s girlfriend - so you had agreed somewhat and taken the picture with them.

But they never meant any harm to you. Not once had you been hurt physically from the fans Dylan dealt with every day, but the mean comments that were directed to you was something else. You had been supported by your friends and family, and Dylan had tweeted and talked about those mean comments on interviews - trying to put a stop to it. 

“(Your name)?” You heard Dylan’s voice ask over the table, as you lifted your (Eye color) eyes upwards. To see Dylan’s brown eyes look into yours, his whole expression showed concern. You raised one eyebrow at him, tilted your head and blinked. What was wrong? You thought as you opened your mouth - but never got the chance as you heard someone scream behind you.

You turned around, to see four teenagers pointed towards the direction you and Dylan were seated. From behind you, you heard Dylan let out a small sighed. The four girls walked over to you, but you could see that they really wanted to run straight forward and grab a hold of him.

“Hey, Dylan!” They all cried out, as their eyes were focused on the male in front of you. Dylan looked up, his brown eyes widen as he let out a weak smile. The movie and projects were taken their tools on him, but therefor you had proposed it you two should go out and relax. However, you had chosen a place where fans could spot him easily.

“Hey, there,” Dylan spoke, his brown eyes relaxed somewhat. One of the girls, leaned forward as she almost shoved something into his face. A phone, you tilted your head and leaned backward. 

You would let Dylan take care of this, even if you opened your mouth - everything might come out wrong. “Can we take some pictures?” She asked, and you could see clearly that Dylan was getting irritated and you leaned forward. A smile on your lips, as the four girls turned towards you as it looked like they spotted you just now. 

“I can take one picture of you girls with him. A quick one, right?” You asked as you lifted yourself up from the chair, feeling somewhat relieved that they would perhaps leave you two alone afterward. However, the first girl did not look just as pleased as the three others.

They placed each other on the side of Dylan, as the poor man looked towards you with a pleading look. You reached out for the phone, however, the girl did not give you the phone. Her eyes scanned your face, perhaps looking for something unpleasant. But you gave her a sweet smile but still, she did not give you the phone.

One of her friends grew irritated, as she opened her mouth and said: “Hurry up, would you? It was your idea to do this.” 

But still she did not give you the phone, and then the girl who had spoken up groaned and reached into her own pocket. Pulled out her own phone, handed it to you and everyone smiled. But not the first girl, as her eyes had hardened and the three other girls looked over the moon for the picture. “Thank you so much (Your name)!” You still got shocked when they knew about your name, but only smiled and handed her the phone.

“Have a lovely day, girls.” You said, placed yourself down once again. As the three girls dragged the unhappy girl away, Dylan sent a soft glare at you and after a few seconds smiled - a small laugh escaped his throat.

You furrowed your eyebrows, not knowing what Dylan was laughing at. But as he stopped laughing, he leaned himself over the table and tilted his head to the side. Those brown eyes looked directly into your own (Eye color) eyes, Dylan suddenly opened his mouth into a silent scream - his eyes wide open as he tilted his head even further to the side. 

At that expression, you snorted and placed a hand over your mouth. Trying to keep the small snorts silent, but the way Dylan tried to make you laugh till you got cramp was not easy. He had always made you laugh, and the other way around. “Dylan - what are you doing?” You managed to get out between the snorts, Dylan’s eyes lightened up at those small sounds.

“I love you.” He said, his whole face suddenly serious. That made you crack, as you laughed wholeheartedly and shook your head at him. He would always find the weirdest times to express his feelings to you, however, you uttered the same words back to him - while laughing.

“Love you too, Dylan.” 

Let Me In

Thomas x reader

Movie: the Maze Runner

Requested by: @imdeadinsidexxx

The reader is depressed and Thomas wants to help her.

It had crawled up from the deepest, darkest hole from Hell - wrapped its claws around your helpless mind and heart. Dragged you down, while you tried to scream and get the attention from the other Gladers. However, none of them would turn their head around.

You felt its wicked hand place itself over your mouth, preventing you from even trying something. You would wiggle and push, but nothing made it go away - it only made you tired. 

It made the activities you had loved, not enjoyable anymore. Everything you did became wrong, even the smallest task was getting harder to do. To cut up some carrots was like a challenge to you, but Frypan had been kindhearted to give you time - however, it only made you feel stupid.

And the mornings were no longer filled with laughter from you. Everything became grey and white, no colors filled your world. However, only one person had managed to pull you out from the hole you had been dragged into. 

“(Your name),” you heard someone whispered perhaps a few centimeters away from you, with a turn with your head you looked into two green eyes. Thomas climbed the few steps of the ladder, placed himself on the wooden floor of the tower. You furrowed your eyebrows but said nothing.

Thomas looked at you, taking deep breaths and out again. His green eyes were focused on you, every movement you would make. As he was afraid that you would soon throw yourself over the edge of the tower. You had been thinking about it, but never had the strength to do so.

“Hey,” Thomas greeted you softly, as he pushed himself slowly backward. You could see from the corner of your eye that he placed himself next to you. His shoulder brushed against yours, warmth filled your body just by that small touch.

“Newt and Chuck are worried,” Thomas breathed out, lifted his legs up so he could rest his arms on top of his knees. You said nothing, only dug your face deeper against your own knees. “And so am I, (Your name).” He said after a few minutes, but he said nothing and only sat there. 

Seconds turned into minutes, as you lifted your face and looked over at the boy beside you. Thomas turned his head around, his green eyes focused on your own (Eye color) eyes. Somehow it felt good to hear that someone cared for you, but you could not find any strength to speak.

“I’m here for you, (Your name). No matter what, I’ll always stand by your side.” Thomas said, his voice clear from the humor that would always linger in his voice. You swallowed, blinked once and twice. The burning sensation in your eyes started once again, however, this time you were not alone. Thomas’ eyes widen but said nothing as he wrapped his strong arms around your body.

He pulled you towards his body, you did the same thing to him - but grabbed a hold of the fabric of his shirt. Pressed your face against his shoulder, as your shoulder was shaking and you were sobbing heavily against him.

Thomas said nothing but pressed his own face against the side of your face. His lips brushed against your temple, mumbled soft nothings into your ear. However, you did not listen to those words. Only the feeling that someone hugged you, made the claws of the wicked darkness pull away from your mind and heart.

Perhaps you should tell Thomas how you felt about your situation? He had always been there for you, the moment he had sprinted over the field of the Glade you had thought highly of him. You two had become good friends over a short time.

“Thank you, Tommy.” You whispered against his shoulder, feeling the said person tightened his grip around you. “Any time, (Your name).” 

However, it would take time before you truly could open yourself up freely. But this was a good start, to cry in the arms of your good friend - to feel that someone was indeed worried out about you. With time everything would get better, right?

Maze Runner Masterlist

Newt

Main Masterlist

Everyone Knows

Part 1. Part 2

Remember

Thomas

A Message

The Maze Runner

The reader goes through the Maze trials with a message, but she has no idea who it's from. That is until he enters the maze. And he helps them get out.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8

The Scorch Trials

The reader, Thomas, and the remaining Gladers are thrown into the outside world, and quickly have to figure out what life is like outside of the Maze. Thomas, with his memories returning, doesn't know what he should and what he shouldn't tell the reader.

Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15. Part 16.

The Death Cure

The gladers need to get Minho back. And they're going through with Thomas's plan to take down WCKD. Things aren't at all simple.

Part 17. Part 18. Part 19. Part 20. Part 21. Part 22. Part 23

Relax

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word count; 10,535

summary; thomas works security at a vegas casiio, and you’re a hostess on the main floor, secret work relationship always involve a lot of teasing.

notes; don’t forget to check out this beautiful moodboard made for this fic by @fan-child​! 

warnings; smut, public sex, power play.

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guilty pleasures | thomas

word count; 7902

summary; thomas is still reeling over his break up, before meeting newt’s new roommate, and his perspective changes entirely.

notes; ha, enjoy. very little plot here. pretty much just an emotional mess for Tommy. bit of an AU because, y’know, why not? 

warnings; smut.

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Infected - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 20,245

Summary: Thomas scrambles to find a way to cure his girlfriend after she is infected with a deadly virus that is destined to drive her crazy, if not end her life.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving), Dirty Talk, Cowgirl, Secret Sex, Car Sex (kind of), Rough Wall Sex, Romantic Hugging Sex, Doggy, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Death, Blood, Fighting

Notes: I’m not sorry. Bye.

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Lost Without You - Part 1 - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Title: Fake It Till You Make It

Pairing: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 11,083

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), First Time Sex (kind of), Experiment sex, Thomas’ bad luck with sex, Unprotected Sex, It’s pretty sappy and fluffy

Notes: Low and behold, the sappiest Thomas smut in the world (don’t quote me on that). Roughly 12 hours of writing and this is the result. THE GOOD NEWS THOUGH. This is just PART 1. There will be at least 2 more parts, one for each movie. When will the next one be out? I don’t fucking know lol. Till then, lemme know what you think and give me suggestions for future parts!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3A | Part 3B | Part 3C | Epilogue

The shovel dug into the mud and dirt under his worn-out boots, the metal seeping deep into the ground. A deep sigh escaped his lips, his arm brought up to wipe the sweat off his brow without a care for the dirt and grime that coated his skin. Leaning forward on the wooden handle of the shovel, the greenie let his whiskey-colored orbs scan over the vast green pasture called the Glade, taking in every feature he may have missed seeing over the past week.

That’s right. Just one week ago was when Thomas arrived in the box, his mind void of any memories. The only thought that ran through his mind was one word: run. It didn’t turn out for the best when he found himself face first in the ground and then locked in a cell for a few hours to keep him from running off again.

He learned his lesson that first day.

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PAIRING. thomas raggi x fem!reader

SUMMARY. y/n comes to terms with the fact that she’s bisexual but finds it difficult to tell her lovely boyfriend, but as everyone would expect, he fully supports her.

WORD COUNT. 914

THE SOUND OF a sigh filled the room as Y/N L/N paced back and forth, thought after thought running wild inside of her brain. Her boyfriend Thomas was coming home from a couple of months of touring the world with his band. The girl was beyond proud of him, but she could not think about him right then. Thinking about him brought forth anxiety as she had something important to tell him.

She had always questioned her sexuality but only recently came to terms with it. She was bisexual and while she knew Thomas was going to be supportive, she could not shake the nervousness inside of her chest. It wasn’t necessarily him or their friends that made her nervous, more-so the public.

There was a part of her that worried that things would change once she came out, as crazy as it may seem to some people. It was pretty scary but she tried to push down the negative feelings. She eventually stopped pacing once she heard the sound of a door opening and closing, not realizing Thomas had gotten home until then.

“Amore mio,” the Italian called out while he shrugged off his jacket.

“In here,” she responded. She attempted to hide the fact that she had been stressed out and anxious, but didn’t know if he would believe it.

One thing about Thomas Raggi was that he was so attuned to her feelings and the tells her body would give when she was not feeling positively. That’s one thing that she loved about him, even though there was a long list of reasons. He was always there for her and they supported each other so she felt a little silly for being so fearful. She just couldn’t help it.

Thomas walked into their shared room, a smile appearing on his lips at the sight of his girlfriend. Her H/C hair was tied up into a messy bun and she was sporting a pair of shorts and a blue tank top. He always loved seeing her looking so comfortably. She was the most stunning person to him and he was always quick to show her these feelings.

He walked closer to Y/N and hugged her for the first time in months, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment. He had missed her more than words could express so of course the first thing he had to do was hold her. However, his moment of peace wasn’t long once he felt her hesitation to return the affection. He pulled away and furrowed his brows.

He confusingly asked, “Are you alright? You usually are happier to see me. I didn’t do anything wrong and forget, did I?”

“No baby, you didn’t do anything.” She was quick to calm down his rising worry.

The girl turned and went to sit down on their bed, closing her eyes for a second to calm herself. She opened her eyes and was met with her boyfriend sitting next to her, a gleam of concern in his eyes.

“N/N, is everything okay? Did something happen while I was gone?” Thomas asked a little too fast but she was able to understand each word.

Y/N turned her head and their eyes made contact for a split second before she looked away. “No? Yes? I don’t know, it’s not all that important I guess. There’s just been a lot on my mind but it’s not anything that anyone has done. I’ve just come to terms with this part of myself that I wanted to hide for the longest time.”

When Thomas still had confusion painted on his face, she knew that she would have to elaborate further. She took his left hand in her own, lacing their fingers together. She looked at him again and was ready to get everything over with.

“I’ve come to terms with the fact that I am bisexual. I’ve been nervous to come out and actually say those words. I wasn’t nervous to tell you specifically because you’re the most supportive, but not everyone is like that. I worry that people will take my sexuality and turn it into something negative when it comes to you.”

She continued sharing her feelings after pausing for a moment. “I mean, there has always been a stigma that bisexual people cheat, and I don’t want people saying that about me and our relationship.”

Thomas kissed the top of his girlfriend’s head and held her other hand too. He felt happy that she trusted him enough to be open with this information but he hated that she was thinking about things that would’ve never crossed his mind.

“Mia cara, I’m so proud of you. I know it’s not the easiest thing but I adore you. I don’t want you worrying about something like that because I know you love me. I love you too and I trust you. Your sexuality is a beautiful part of you. There will always be people who don’t understand but you have to ignore it.”

He raised one of her hands up and kissed the back of it. He looked back at his girlfriend and noticed the tears in her eyes.

“How did I get so lucky?” Y/N asked.

Thomas chuckled and shook his head. “I think I’m the lucky one. How about we watch a movie to cheer you up?”

“That sounds great,” Y/N agreed.

The couple spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms, watching movies and enjoying each other’s company.

AUTHORS NOTE! this is an older imagine that i’d written a couple months ago. i have a eurovision imagines book published on wattpad and i finally decided to post some of them on here since there isn’t that many none-måneskin related ones. yes, i started with a måneskin member, but i do have a lot of others for loreen, bojan, käärijä, etc. if you see any typos, please ignore them because this was written months ago and just copied from my notes. thanks for reading!

PAIRING. thomas raggi x fem!reader

SUMMARY. måneskin is competing in eurovision and thomas’ girlfriend surprises him with the help of their friends, to support her lover who thought that she would be staying home because of work.

WORD COUNT. 897

Y/N L/N WALKED around the airport after her flight finally landed and she gathered her luggage. She had flown to Rotterdam in order to surprise her boyfriend Thomas. The grand final of Eurovision was later on and there was a specific time that she needed to meet her friends at the venue. She made plans with Victoria, Ethan, and Damiano to surprise the youngest member but she also wanted to be there to support her friends.

She had a taxi take her to the place and she was met by Victoria who ushered her to the backstage area. She would be sitting in the green room with them once the finals actually started, but for now she was ready to see her partner. The two girls walked for a little longer before the H/C haired girl came to a stop. She could heard Thomas’ voice speaking to Ethan and Damiano most likely.

“What is this surprise?” Thomas asked, a tiny bit annoyed that his friends were trying to keep something from him and would not tell him. He had asked about it like fifty times, yet he still got no straightforward response.

“We will tell you soon, just be patient!” It was the singer who spoke up this time, his voice being louder than he intended. “You are going to love it, that’s all I can say for now.”

Thomas rolled his eyes at the two other males, not wanting to talk about it anymore because of the fact they were so hush hush. He wondered what could be so important but everyone in the band could be a little on the unpredictable side sometimes. Who knows what they had in store for him.

“Stay right there for a second,” Victoria’s words were more quiet so that Thomas was unable to hear. She turned and walked back into the dressing room with a smirk present on her face, not attempting to hide anything from the younger male.

Her slight mischievous energy gained his attention, causing him to focus on Victoria completely. “Why do you look like that? Did you do something you shouldn’t have?” His words held a teasing tone to them.

“Why do you assume I did something?” It wasn’t long before she feigned offense, not able to do it for too long though.

She glanced at Ethan and Damiano, who had the same type of expressions on their faces. It was time for them to reveal the big surprise. The bassist was excited to see how her friend would react. His girlfriend had been working a lot recently and originally thought that she wouldn’t be able to go to Rotterdam, but fate had different plans.

The de Angelis started explaining what she and the other two had been keeping from Thomas. “We are finally ready to tell you about your surprise. You’ve seemed a little…disappointed recently, so we wanted to cheer you up with someone special.”

This was Y/N’s cue to made her presence known so she joined the band in the room and her eyes immediately landed on the guy she loved so much. A look of disbelief had flashed upon his features but it was soon replaced with happiness. Thomas walked over to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her, feeling tears in his eyes that he tried to keep at bay.

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t able to come because of work. Are you staying for the finals?” There were so many thoughts in his brain that he almost couldn’t keep up.

Y/N laughed, finding his reaction a little funny but more-so precious. “Yes, I am staying for the finals and afterwards. I’ll go back home with you guys. I honestly thought I wouldn’t but I worked something out with my boss and she let me take a couple of days off. I talked with these three about surprising you and hopped on the first flight here that I could get.”

She rubbed his back once she felt his hands fidgeting, which was a habit that he had picked up because of her. He was the happiest person and it was obvious in that moment. The girl stepped back a bit and it didn’t take long for their eyes to lock with one other’s gaze. He had a couple of tears that escaped, which made Y/N frown for a split second.

She wiped them away before kissing his cheeks. “Angel, I’m here, okay. I came here to support you guys. I could never miss out on something as big as this.”

“I was convinced that I’d have to do this without you, but I’m happy that you’re here now.” Thomas’ confession almost broke the L/N’s heart but she was over the moon that she could be here in person to cheer him on like he and their friends deserved.

“I hate to break up this sweet moment but we have to finish getting ready,” Damiano reminded his band mates.

Y/N placed a hand on her boyfriend’s arm and smiled once more. “I’ll be here all night so go and get ready, rockstar.”

Thomas playfully rolled his eyes but did as she and Damiano said, going to change into his outfit for their performance. It was going to be a crazy night but he felt like it would be ten times better now that Y/N was with him.

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Slashers with a S/o that has a pet hedgehog

Michael

When you show him your little pet he immediately tilts his head. Giving off very 'what the fuck!?' vibes. You wrapped up the little thing in a towel and asked him if he wants to hold it. He does take it but he is ready to lob it into the wall if it does anything stupid. He wants to kill it but he can see how much you love it, so for your sake he will keep it alive. The poor little hedgehog gets scared at first but warms up to him after a while. You occasionally spot Michael around with it on his shoulder or in his hand, still wrapped up in the towel.

Jason

They both love each other immediately. Jason lives in the forest so he will take great care of your little companion. Your little pet loves to put its paws over his mask and occasionally in the little holes to touch Jason's face. He would never do anything to harm it! It's always curled up in either yours or Jason's lap and every so often its gently placed in one of your mugs with a handkerchief and placed next to your bed to sleep.

Bubba

Awww he loves it! A gentle giant that will take precious care of it. He makes blankets for it and even a small bed to sleep in. Bubba loves his crafts so this is great for him! Your little hedgehog stays with him almost 24/7, apart from when he's doing his 'work'. It loves to lay down in his hair and rest, also to observe what he's doing. You find it so cute to see them together!

Thomas

Finds it cute that you have a hedgehog. He's so scared he's going to hurt it because he doesn't want to hurt you either. The little ball seems to grow attached pretty quickly but Thomas has a struggle with how small it is. After you tell him it's ok to have it around, he's pretty much always holding it. He even made a little mask for it! Protects it from Hoyt at all costs and even Mamma Mae bakes small pies for it.

Ghostface (Billy + Stu)

Billy is just like, "Get this thing the fuck away from me." And Stu just takes it from you. Billy doesn't like having it around, Stu loves it more than he loves Billy. Stu is pretty much always with it, giving the little thing belly rubs and kisses on it's nose. He's bought so many knitted hats for it that there is basically a whole section of your wardrobe filled with them. Billy caught it crawling around one day and picked it up by it's back, with it's small arms and legs sticking straight out. Stu threatened to kill him if he didn't put the hedgehog down and bought it another hat to make it feel better.

Brahms

He doesn't like it. Not at all. It takes all the attention you have away from him! He wants to kill it, no questions asked. Every time that you fuss over it he's glaring daggers on it's prickly back. And every time you give him attention, he just looks smug and glares at the hedgehog again. However, he found the poor thing stuck in one of the floor boards, so he decides to be the mature one for once and save it. After that, it wouldn't leave him alone and they spend all their time together now.

Bo

No, just no. Threatens to turn it into a wax sculpture and put it on display. Your actually scared for your hedgehogs life! Poor little thing is terrified of him! It's always seeking your comfort and protection when Bo is around. You want him to hold it, even if it's just once. He does and strokes it's back like you instructed. They both grow almost inseparable after that, the only thing that gets him away from it is his 'work' or you.

Vincent

He finds it very sweet. Thanks the hedgehog for keeping you company when he can't. It's very cautious of him at first because of his mask but as soon as Vincent gave it some food it was all over him! Vincent has deep conversations with it about personal problems or anything that he doesn't want to burden you with. He feels like the hedgehog is his new safe space and he treasures it alongside you.

Lester

Thinks it's great company! Every time he goes out driving, the little ball is either curled in his lap or sitting on the dashboard and watching the trees go by. He practically starts treating it like it's his own child. Thing's like 'Honey, did you feed it today yet?' or 'Has it had a bath this week?' is common conversation for both of you. It was your pet but now it's your little spiky child.

Slashers with a s/o that also kills

A/N~FINALLY ABLE TO POST! ITS BEEN SO LONG AND FINALLY EXAMS ARE DONE! ❤️

Michael

He had just finished his killing spree. He was simply walking through the street when he saw a single person just walking on the path, why not just have one more kill? However, when that person walked past the alleyway, you jumped out and attacked the poor local. Blood went absolutely everywhere from your brutal murder. He was angry that you took his last kill from him but he was beyond intrigued. After a few weeks of stalking, you both patterned up your killing and spent time together. As neither of you spoke or liked physical contact, you both just assumed you were in a relationship after a while. It was fun for him to have a little murderer partner.

Jason

When he first saw you killing teens in his forest, he was very confused. How could someone as sweet looking as you enjoy something so violent? So after that, every time you killed, he gradually joined until you practically became a duo. That soon formed into a loving and murderous relationship! Pamela was always worried about you but Jason turned into a complete mother hen. If you needed to satisfy your blood lust, go ahead, but he is always watching and following you to make sure you are safe. After all, he can't have something as important and as loving as you to leave him! He wouldn't be able to handle that.

Thomas

You both met when he was walking down the road with his trusty chainsaw and you were in a field casually killing someone. When you both looked at one other, you both had a nonverbal agreement that you won't hurt each other. He took you home and Luda loves you! Hoyt was very reluctant to let you in the house, but another killer meant that more food could be provided and more house work could be done. Tommy would never pressure you into eating their type of food but he does make sure that you stear clear of most of his work in the basement. He can't risk something happening to you! You find your use by luring victims to the house or killing them yourself before hand. He loves you and so does his family.

Bubba

Poor baby is scared of you at first. What if you hurt him!? He knows his brothers won't protect him, but when you protect him from his brothers? He's in love. He was struggling to kill a victim but you helped him out, now he's keeping you! He loves it when you kill together and smothers you in kisses and happy babbling. He also loves it when you do his make up and make him look all pretty! Let him do yours though. Bubba does worry about you when you go off to kill, not just because you might get hurt but also if you might leave him. But when you come back with a new victim and a bag full of new make up he's over the moon!

Billy + Stu

They were a bit shocked to see you do something like that but when you ask to join them they absolutely love it. Both of them find it very sexy, seeing you all bloody and breathing heavy. They aren't to worried about whether or not you get hurt, they are just scared of people figuring out who you are and what you have done. If one of you does get hurt, the remaining two of you are the new household parents. However it does get inappropriate when they both call you certain names when it's your turn yo be the parent. Overall, the mischief that you all cause is so much fun and they feel so lucky to have you with them!

Heyoooo, it’s me 👋

could you maybe slashers w a s/o that loves to ride motorcycles, dirt bikes and quads?? You don’t have to of course! :D

A/N~OF COURSE, THIS IS SUCH A COOL IDEA AND DEFINITELY SOMETHING I LIKE AS I WANT TO GET A MOTORBIKE! HOPE YOU ENJOYED! ❤️

Michael

When he first saw you on your vehicle, he thought that I matched your character quite well. It was something he didn't really expect from you but he was pleasantly surprised. He thinks it's quite cool and at night when everyone on your street it asleep, don't be surprised to be woken up to the engine starting and seeing him driving up and down your road on it. It's quite funny to be honest, seeing a blank masked man driving something like that. He does get quite skeptical though because it could provide you with an easy get away from him.

Jason

He doesn't like it at first because it's what some of the teenagers ride on when they invade his forest. However, he warms up to it eventually but he's worried that he would damage it or hurt you. One time he was giving it a trial run when some teens came by. Long story short, he got the killing job done much faster. He might start using it to catch up to victims if you give him permission to. However, he is scared about the damage that the fumes do to the animals and trees.

Thomas

He's not really a fan but as long as you are happy, he's happy. He thinks the noise is a bit excessive but when he sees you transport victims to his house, he can't help but fall in love with you more and thank the vehicle for the job. He's happy to watch you ride around but he's a bit scared to go on it himself. Even if you offer to go with him he will politely decline. He likes it for its mass transportation but that's about it.

Billy + Stu

They both think it's so cool! They want to ride it immediately, whether it's with you or not. They will definitely put the speed limits to the test. Your ride ends up being used more by them then it does you! You don't mind though, it keeps them preoccupied. Billy got his own personalised helmet to match yours, this led Stu to get the most hideous print on his own helmet. But you don't say anything to hurt his feelings. In short, they absolutely love it!

tmr thomas x fem!reader smut where they're a couple, make it to the safe haven and they've been trying to have their first time together but they keep getting interupted until one day when they finally can.

and its just fluffy n stuff

𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - thomas (t.m.r.) x reader

complete masterlist | the maze runner masterlist

words || 𝟛.𝟚𝕜

summary || in which the reader and thomas try to have their first time together - but keep getting interrupted

a/n || i have not read/watched the maze runner in forever

➵ i hope you like this @marmar-c it was a fun request and apologies for how long it took to come out

➵ 18+/MDNI content, individual warning below the cut

➵ not edited (yet)

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut

➵ unprotected p.i.v.

➵ orgasm denial (because of interruptions)

➵ oral (m receiving)

➵ handjob

➵ cum (tell me if i miss anything)

thomas was an early riser - whether it be to get an early head start on the maze in the past, or simply to enjoy the solitude that morning bought when he wasn't bombarded with the onslaught that were the other gladers - their fights, loud voices and boisterous actions.

now, though, he didn't enjoy them alone. instead, he would make the short trek out of his room to the adjacent one of his girlfriend, where he'd always find her sleeping soundly, curled up under her covers, even in warm weather.

he'd close the curtains for her if she'd forgotten, to shield her from the upcoming sunlight, and would choose whichever side she was less splayed across - a feat, as she really enjoyed stretching her body to its limit to fit each crevice of her bed - before slipping in beside her.

he'd take a moment to appreciate the soft, warm feel of her flesh against his own - usually bare or only lightly-clad - chest, wrapping a large hand over her midsection, and pushing her hair away from her pillow gently, greeted by a whiff of a distinctly sweet, almost floral scent.

he wouldn't sleep - he usually couldn't, once he'd already awoken - so, he'd allow his breaths to slow to match hers, he'd allow his muscles to relax against her, and allow his eyes to close, focusing on the effects on his other senses.

she could tell when he'd come, as the skin of her midsection would grow warmer, and she'd feel the back of her calves and feet entangle with another's. she wouldn't allow her eyes to open just yet, but would turn over to face him, wrapping her own arm around him. he felt so hot against her - a goddamn furnace - and she brings her head up so her nose grazes his own.

"hey." he mumbles, a whisper in the space between them

"g'd morning." she mumbles back, not moving her lips much and leaving her words a bit garbled. she brings a hand to her eyes to rub them, willing them open and hoping she didn't look too groggy.

she did, of course, making thomas exhale a laugh.

"you're so cute," she smiles, knowing that he's not being sarcastic.

"why, thank you." it's a jokingly dramatic response, and she finally pulls herself up a little, smoothing her hair and rubbing her eyes, "what time is it?"

"too early," he answers, pulling her back down. she laughs at the aggressive action, pulling away from him just slightly in order to look at him.

he always looked his best like this: still-there bed-hair and that morning calmness that came with no impending responsibilities. it was a good look on him, and she makes this clear, tilting up just slightly in order to bring her lips to his.

it's soft - but only for a moment - before a sense of desperation weaves through the both of them and, suddenly, she's gripping his biceps and he the flimsy material of her sleep-shirt bunched around her waist.

they didn't get many moments alone like this, but that worry that someone may walk in on them had stopped them from going much further than any above-the-clothes touching. besides, their lives had been so hectic until now that the simple pleasures of life were things they hadn't completely learned.

today, though, the throbbing between both of their thighs: her at his firm grip and him at her swallowed moans, had culminated in that lesson being necessary. her hand ventured down his torso, settling on the waistband of his trousers, not even bothering to take them off, and slowly reaching her fingers under them, feeling his warm cock jolt at her touch.

he detached from her, his head thrown back as he attempted to be quiet.

"fuck, baby-" he's got this apprehensive look in his eyes, but she needs this so much, letting her hands gently squeeze and release.

"please? please, lemme make you feel good - i just-" she doesn't finish, cut off by his vigorous agreement. smirking, she uses both her hands to grip his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his cock to her. she traces her fingers up and down his length, feeling the telltale sign of his arousal on and over his tip. his shaky breaths right by her ears spur her hands to move just that bit faster. she's tempted to slip the covers off of them and go the whole way for the first time, and his lips on her neck to subdue his noises were definitely not deterring her from that plan.

what did deter her, however, was the sharp knock on the door, causing her to wrench her hand away and squeak in shock, as thomas attempts to not lose the friction of her hands, his hips bucking as he tried to chase the feeling.

"is thomas in there?" minho's voice is muffled, but obvious, through the door, as thomas's head tips backwards, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

"yeah - yeah, minho. s'everything alright?" she says it back, her hand still suspended in the air, embarrassed at being interrupted.

"breakfast's ready - get it while it's hot!" another voice - a female voice - shouts through the door in a way where it's obvious she's walking away - going to eat, presumably. she finally lets her tense muscles relax in the knowledge that it's not an emergency. she's almost inclined to slip her hand back under and finish the job, and when she looks over at her boyfriend, he seems incredibly interested in the idea, but a better plan springs to her head.

"we should get going, baby. they'll get suspicious." it's a meek excuse, but it's solidified by her rising from bed, causing him to groan, and follow her lead, pulling his clothes over himself.

blue balls didn't even begin to describe the tension that coiled in his muscles as he meekly sat down across from minho. he felt as though every sense was heightened, like when he'd jumped at a quiet clatter from inside the kitchen. his friends all watched over his antsy behavior, unsure of the reason for it.

on the other hand, his girlfriend - sat next to him - knew exactly what was wrong, and she used it to her advantage, by being more touchy than usual. a hand on his arm, or around his shoulders, or on his chest as she rose to get some water. it's like she'd left hand-prints in his already warm skin. it came to a head when the hand she'd already precariously been resting on his knee started venturing higher, trailing along the inseam of his pants.

he tries, god, he tries to ignore it, but it's all too much when her finger finally rests over the head of his cock, her palm encompassing him.

he chokes on his sip of water, causing it to spill all over him, and minho's eyebrows immediately furrow.

"you alright, man?" her hand's out from under the table, and is resting on his bicep.

"yeah, babe, are you feeling okay?" he glares at her, jaw clenched and eyes narrow. she looks back up at him innocently, though he can see the ghost of a devilish smile dance on her lips.

"'m'fine. just gonna go change." his food is practically untouched as he raises from his seat, hoping his situation isn't particularly obvious, as he heads back in the direction of his place. minho turns to her, a bit confused by the abrupt nature of his actions.

"'s'he okay?" she shrugs.

"maybe he slept wrong?" she pauses, contemplative, before raising up as well, "i'll go check on him." minho watches as she walks off as well, still a bit confused, before turning to gally, sat a bit away from him, who had an almost sour expression on his face.

"what's wrong?" why was everyone acting so weird today? minho thought, as gally looks at him incredulously, shocked he doesn't realize what was happening between the couple.

"you-? you know what, it's nothing. don't worry about it." it's dismissive, but minho shrugs his shoulders, figuring it was, in face, nothing.

in that time, she's knocking on his door, and, as soon as he realizes who it is he pulls her in, pushing her until she's facing his bed.

"fuck, what're you doing?" she mumbles, and he sighs.

"finishing what you started, baby." she smiles, looking back at him, before turning around.

"well, if you wanna finish, let's start here-" she lowers to her knees in front of him, and his head rolls back at the sight of her in the position. her fingers greedily clutch at his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion.

he's aching, she can see it in the way his cock's pulsing, as she takes him in her palm, slowly - tortuously - stroking him as his hands weave through her hair. she can feel the lightest push against her head - to the point where he probably didn't even realize the action - and succumbed to his untold request, moving her head forward to gently wrap her lips around his tip.

"just - shit, just like that, baby." her tongue traces his head, as low moans escape him. she hums around him - something akin to a 'thank you', but all it translates to is increased sensation on his cock. his head tips back at the feeling, and his hand grips her head a little tighter, pushing her down a little further. she lets him, stilling her movements to focus on his guidance. he moves her head up and down his length, her tongue poking out along its underside, languidly lavishing the area, "you're so good - fuck me, you feel really good-"

he doesn't hesitate to continue praising her, before gently tugging her down and holding her there. immediately, her fingers reach up to grip his thighs, feeling the light - and then more serious gag at the sensation. he takes another moment to appreciate the pretty sight in front of - or under - him, before releasing her, letting her off her cock and allowing her to take deep breaths to account for her lack of oxygen.

"get up here for me, baby." he practically orders, taking her by her arms and helping her up, lightly pushing her against the bed, "first time - i'm not finishing in your mouth." she smiles, whole-heartedly agreeing with his plan, as she felt her own core throb with a need for friction.

he pushes her so that she's sitting on the bed, and, just as he goes to lay her down - there's another knock at the door.

"thomas - you said you'd help with fixing that problem on the east side." it's minho - again - calling thomas for, admittedly, a project he had signed up for the previous week, fixing some construction issue or something on the east side of the haven. admittedly, it'd seemed important work - until now, "we needa fix it quick, man - apparently it's gotten worse." thomas is literally stopped in his tracks, until she taps on his thighs, about chest level with her, essentially reminding him to get ready instead of staying still.

"c'mon, baby - go on." she mumbles, as she also rises, pulling her hair back. she waits as he gets ready, leaving the room and greeting minho - with a tone of voice that is a little distraught - making her smile.

on the other side of the door, minho's a little exasperated.

"how long does it take to change?" thomas looks confused, before remembering his lackluster excuse, and coughing.

"i - just tell me what the issue is, yeah?"

over the day, she'd continued with her own work, as thomas had continued with his. of course, both of them had been a bit distracted the whole day - unable to exactly focus when remembering what was waiting for them back home. their states were obviously noticed by the people around them - with both their friends stepping around them with quirked eyebrows or concerned impressions.

finally - believing he might actually be feeling ill - minho simply shrugs, telling thomas that maybe it'd be best he go back to his and sleep the day off. thomas was a little hesitant, but finally agreed - he wasn't exactly the biggest help in this state.

as he headed back, he swung by where she was, muttering a quick greeting to the others also working. she'd been taking a small break to clear her head of - well, the person now standing in front of her. her face lights up at the sight of him, wrapping him in a hug - though he's a little sweaty from his work earlier. one of her friends, in a similar manner to minho, urges her to head on home, and to pick up again the next day - a offer that she almost meekly accepts.

finally, the both of them are walking back towards her place.

she's got a bit of a pep in her step, and it makes him smile, his muscles aching - from his work, or from this morning, he wasn't sure - yet he knows exactly where her energy's coming from. she steps into her place, and he's right on her heels, pushing against her back as she laughs, trying to slip her shoes off as his hands relentlessly wander her body. finally, as she rises, she grabs his loose shirt, pulling him into her, capturing his lips against hers. he smiles into her mouth, and she hums contently - having a distinct feeling that it was the day they'd actually go all the way. her hands trail under his shirt until she pushes off of him for a moment, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and pulling it up and off of him. he smirks at her eagerness, but before he can make a dumb comment, her hands are at his trousers, gently tugging them down his legs. his hands join hers without a second thought, helping her get them the rest of the way down.

she can see him, hard against his boxers, and, after pushing him so he's laying down on her bed, she appreciates the way he looks - a little desperate, a lot pretty. he reaches for her hips, but she steps back, and a strange - almost garbled - whisper of indignation leaves his lips. it makes her lips quirk into a smirk, as she slowly begins taking her clothes off - each with weighty effort and a teasing smile. it doesn't defer him - as his eyes follow her movements greedily - but it definitely piques his excitement much more effectively when she finally places her thighs on either side of him, straddling his own. his hands reach up to grip her hips, guiding them down to rub against him, enjoying the slight buck of her hips, and the small noises leaving her mouth.

finally, she pulls his last article of clothing off, procuring his cock - thick and heavy - in her hand, languidly stroking him, causing his grip to tighten. she smiles against him, contemplating teasing him further but, feeling her own need, she decides against it, choosing to sit up a little higher on her knees instead.

"ready?" she mumbles looking down at his length as she attempts to situate herself correctly. maintaining her balance as she does, he hums in response, nodding as much as he can while keeping his eyes glued to her face. he can see the slight stress occur to her when she feels his cock against her, and he rubs his fingers against her lightly.

"'re you - want me to help?" she thinks he's asking if she needs to be taken care of and - though it wouldn't hurt - she's too desperate to finally feel him inside her to wait much longer.

"n-no, i wanna feel you, now." the admission makes him exhale lowly, appreciating her appreciation, and he lifts her ass up to help her hover over his cock. she can feel his head at her entrance so, taking a deep breath, she sinks down.

she's watching his anticipatory face fall into one of pleasure, and he's watching the same occur on hers - but there's that hint of discomfort that she desperately trying to ignore, stilling as her ass reaches his hips and attempting to adjust.

"'re you okay, baby?" he's massaging the expanse of her thighs and hips, trying to focus on the fucking amazing feeling of her, but also on relieving as much of the pain as he can. she's got a light wince on her face as she nods through gritted teeth.

"yeah - fuck, yeah - just give me a minute." he reassures her with short mumbles and loving phrases, hoping it was doing something to help. after another couple of moments, she breathes deeply, nodding at him lightly, before gently placing her hands against his shoulders.

she pushes up using her thighs, not loving the feeling of emptiness, in that half moment, before she sunk back onto him, releasing a small, gasping moan at the sensation. he looks up at her as she slowly repeats the action, grunting at the feeling of her cunt around him. she looked good like this, situated over him, desperately trying to both make him feel good, as well as to chase the newly-realized sensation she was also experiencing. wanting to return the favor, he grabs the bottoms of her thighs, easing her effort and pulling and pushing her with just that bit of fervor that forced him deeper inside her. she could feel him brushing against something that was making her twitch, her head falling back at the sensation as she tries to muffle her moans with one of her hands. unable to comprehend the feeling alongside moving her thighs, she slows her pace, but he didn't.

he pulls her to be situated with her face over his, hands more tightly clutching his shoulders, before he begins thrusting up into her with the newfound space. he keenly watches her face fall into a shocked pleasure, a loud moan falling from her lips at the newfound intensity and speed.

"oh my god - baby - fuck -" she's mumbling into the small space between them, desperately trying to explain how good he was making her feel, but the words escaped her, as her mind blanked at the sensation. it's spurring his thrusts on - moving that much faster, that much harder to make her fucked out nature more pronounced. it worked, as evidenced by her loud noises - ones she couldn't even think about trying to keep contained when he was making her feel like this. she can feel the feeling in her core begin to yearn for some sort of release, and she attempts to communicate this to him. it's not a great explanation, but it's more than enough for him.

"please - god, please, cum for me, baby - i want-" he wants to feel her orgasm as much as she does - anticipating the way her body would still, her face would contort, and her cunt would feel around him. she nods desperately, feeling the knot snap as the sensation of her orgasm washes over her, making her cry out over him.

he watches her, and it's as pretty as he thought it'd be: her mouth falling open and brows furrowing, her muscles tensing, and her cunt fluttering around his cock.

the feeling prompts his own orgasm as, after a few thrusts, he's pulling out of her, his cum glazing her stomach as a low groan escapes him. she gently sits back against his thighs, taking a moment to collect herself and catch her breath, as he does the same.

finally, she pushes off of him, reaching the bathroom to take a shower. he follows her after a moment, gently placing a kiss to her head.

"that was - was good." she hums in agreement, letting the water run behind them.

they both failed to realize the acoustics of the area, not realizing that the noises of their coupling had reached some of the others - maybe most notably, minho.

he sits, red faced, eyes wide. when gally notices his expression, he laughs.

"see what i mean?"

with dreams came rain, part one. thomas x green-eyed reader

summary 📣: in which thomas has a dream about a pretty girl with pretty green eyes from his past

warning/s 🚫: “angst”

slater’s note 🗯: au but also still follows the storyline of the scorch trials (part two?)

sleep was hard to come by now a days.

the heat of the scorch sent thomas over on edge as he would have barely have time to sleep before being woken from deep sweats of stress and bad dreams that were always the same and always reoccurring but always so short.

he’d lie awake at night with his hands folded over his chest while his eyes studied the surface of the sky. dark and blue with tiny little lights that were just barely visible through the usual clouds full of thunder and lightening but never really rain.

he’d think and he’d hope for sleep and for peace to come to his mind at last but he knew it’d never come.

when sleep did come, he’d wish for the dream.

the dream with the pretty girl around his age with memorizing pretty green eyes filled with youth and spark. he could see the soul in them, full of harmonious joy that gave him life, that fueled him with happiness.

it was always the same. begun the same, ended the same, never with a hello nor with a goodbye.

and that angered him. he was always set mad with the lack of time he had. he wanted more. he wanted to say goodbye.

“look at the sky, thomas, look how pretty.”

everytime he saw you, it always rained.

literally rained. water fell from the sky, drenching the dry, hot sand. blinding any live eyes of the scorch.

“looks so soft and...”

“...calming.”

he held you closely and tightly with his arm wrapped around your back while the other held your arm, making sure you were stable up close on top of him.

“you make me feel calm... you make me happy, thomas,” you rolled over so your chest was fully pressed against his, hearts connecting, hands lacing together like puzzle pieces.

he felt like he couldn’t breathe. everything you were doing he wanted to last forever and yet he hadn’t had the slightest clue who you were despite everything feeling familiar.

like this was done before, you were real and not a figment of his imagination. every repetitive touch you shared together, every kiss, every word, every noise... it seemed all real and all just a distant memory that his subconscious was pulling up for a sense of relief.

“i feel stuck in my head when i’m not with you,” you whispered, lips moving closer to his, every inch closer to desire and praise and relief.

relief from the built up tension in his stomach. relief from the scorch. relief from WICKED, being hunted, seeing his friends dying, starting life over and over again. it was all relief once your lips touched his.

“please, never leave me.”

he should’ve known it was a dream by how good he felt and by the words that fell from his mouth so effortlessly and mindlessly and by how he didn’t worry about anything.

his stomach felt like as if there were a million tiny bunches of bubbles swarming and consuming every bit of him as he took in every bit of you.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.”

it always ended there. the fantasy world of soft colors and warm weather began to melt away and disappear, slipping from his finger tips no matter how hard he tried to grasp it, hold on tightly, but that only made it fall away faster.

and then it rained.

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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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summary 📣: in which reader and thomas share a close moment wondering if they’re finally home

warning/s 🚫: naked fluff, swearing 

slater’s note 🗯: thomas has blue eyes in this okay? 

it was peaceful. 

the high pressured water knocked down all the pain away, all the soreness from running and rushing away from all the past problems that happened in the last few day. it all went down the drain. 

the heat made your skin go numb in the most sensational way, the best feeling that had ever touched your skin in the longest time. you wanted to stay in there forever, but something was drawing you away into your new profound home. 

you turned off the faucet, running your hands through your wet hair before stepping out of the shower, the cold air immediately nipped all over at your skin, surrounding you in coldness. it made you shiver while wrapping the white towel hung next to your stall around your body.

the room seemed to be completely empty, taking you by surprise since just like you, no one had had a proper shower in years. you shifted back and forth on your feet, the cold, wet tiles pressing hard against the bareness while you thought, soon noticing you weren’t the only one that still occupied the the shower room. 

the water echoed loudly throughout the hollow, tiled filled room. it sounded lightly of a rainstorm, reminding you of afternoons in the glade when heavy water droplets fell from the previously clear blue sky, roughly crashing into the ground and tearing up the grass. 

it didn’t feel real. none of it. hours ago you could've sworn there no other world out there than besides the glade, and no other people than besides the hundreds of boys that came in and out of the glade, death stealing them from their feet. 

until thomas. with his crazy ambition and pretty blue eyes that drove you wild and out of your mind. the things he did within a couple of days you couldn’t ever do in a couple of years. he saved you, every one of you. 

“hey, pretty boy,” you peaked your head through the thin manila material that shaded everyones eyes away from the person in the shower stall, that being pretty crystal blue eyed thomas. 

how'd you guess?

he turned around, slightly shocked before realizing it was you, his facial features softening but yet slightly surprised still. 

“nice ass.”

“shut up.” 

you smiled up at him, admiring the way his eyes were shining back at yours, full of feverishness, high of energy. the rest of him looked worn out, your eyes dragging away his own, studying his low held shoulders, bruised, but clean. 

“you gonna join me or not?” 

you dropped your towel, your smile expanding at his words. you had never been with him personally, not this personally anyways. he was always a rock for you the moment he came from the box, finding a strange sense of comfort in him, as did he with you. 

the moment you met thomas, you immediately saw something you never saw in other boys that came to the maze.

he had a court of hope that filled his eyes. it looked like he never slept, and for that, it also looked like his mind never stopped racing, never stopped thinking. he was special, he didn’t give up, he wasn’t okay with the fact that he was trapped unlike the other half of the boys who were rather comfortable with it. 

he was a prodigy of hope. 

“you talk to all girls that way, thomas?” “never met one until now.”

he held you close, his fingers pressing deeply into your hipbones as his eyes filled your own, full of admiration, consuming every feature of yours. he had an amused look on his face as he begun to pull you closer and closer, soon pulling you beneath the hot water.

his amused smiled expanded into a playful one as the two of your were now completely emerged in the warmth of thick droplets of steaming hot water.

your chest was soon pressed against his before the eagerness got the better of the both of you. his head dipped down close to you until the both of your mouths were pressed against one another’s.

a tension of pleasure begun to build up in your stomach as he worked his lips against yours, sucking before your head dropped backwards letting a low exhale of pleasure escape past your lips.

the slightest opening of your mouth made him take his chances, slipping his tongue against yours.

“you sure kiss like you have,” you pulled away, a smiled swarming your face as you watch him roll his eyes before cupping your cheek, kissing you one last time on your lips before pulling you into an embrace.

you had never felt that way before. a strange sense of comfort filled your stomach like a glass of juice. it added onto the warm ness of the shower as your cheek was pressed against thomas’ bare chest while his chin was pressed in the crook of your neck.

he pressed soft, wet kisses against your shoulder making your stomach go warm in happiness, a different happiness you had never felt before. you had never felt such a fast yet long euphoria made from such a closeness you had with nobody before.

you pressed a soft kiss against his chest before pulling away slightly, looking up to the boy with full admiration, “you think we’ll stay like this forever?”

“what, in the shower..?”

“no,” you lightly laughed breathily, “happy, safe... home.”

he pressed his lips together in a thin line, his eyes reaching the far top of the ceiling, thinking and thinking before looking down again, meeting your eager and rare innocent looking eyes.

“we’re close, baby, real close.”

you melt. your hand reaches up to touch his face lightly, thumb caressing the light cut along his cheekbone. he closes his eyes lightly underneath your soft touch, soaking up how gentle you were.

“you’re home to me, thomas,” you whispered, continuing to stroke his cheek before you paused, rubbing your lips together before jumping up on your tippy toes, kissing his pretty lips.

maybe it was too fast, too random, too out of pocket... but you felt as if you needed to say it. you wanted him to hear it no matter how short of a time you knew him.

“i’ve never felt this way about anyone, no one has ever made me feel this safe,” your hand tracked to the back of his neck, running your fingers through the back of hair, “you feel like home.”