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Lost Without You - Part 3B - Thomas
Author: @mf-despair-queen
Title: I’m Not Leaving You
Pairing: Thomas/Reader
Word Count: 10,004
Warnings: THE DEATH CURE MOVIE SPOILERS, Character Death
Notes: Lots more spoilers in this one. Read at your own risk. No smut but VERY IMPORTANT TO THE STORY. Part 3C will be up in ~6 hours.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3A | Part 3B | Part 3C | Epilogue
The group weaved through the bodies, looking for a way through the walls. You hugged yourself closer, taking a shaky breath around everyone. Brenda stayed close to your side, her hood pulled up. Thomas had wandered ahead, scanning his surroundings and darting through alleyways.
“He’s going to get himself killed,” you muttered to Brenda, the girl laughing in response.
“He’s Thomas,” she replied. “He lives on the edge, I guess.”
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Thomas is the Lieutenant of the Squad team at Firehouse ‘21, and has a stick up his arse so high it’s a surprise he can still walk. Or, that’s what you believe, at least. You’re a paramedic, with an attitude problem and the inability to settle down, so there must be something wrong with you. Or, that’s what Thomas believes, at least. Maybe there’s something you both need to get over.
✧ Prologue ✧ Part One ✧ Part Two ✧ Part Three ✧ Part Four (a) ✧ Part Four (b) ✧ Part Five ✧ Part Six ✧ Part Seven (a) ✦ Part Seven (b) ✦ Part Eight (a) ✧ Part Eight (b) ✦ Part Nine ✦ Part Ten ✧ Part Eleven ✦ Part Twelve ✦ Part Thirteen ✦ Part Fourteen ✧ Part Fifteen ✧ Part Sixteen ✧ Part Seventeen ✧ Epilogue (i) ✧ Epilogue (ii)
Total Word Count: 220,000
Warnings: Themes include major character death, reference to injury, reference to drug use, house fires, arson, chemical fires, gang activity, reference to abuse, reference to animal abuse, gun use and slight gore (descriptive injuries).
Extras: Moodboard 1, Moodboard 2, Moodboard 3, My Manip Collection 1, Manip 1, Manip 2, Gifset 1. (Please note; not all of these ‘extras’ are made by myself, some of them are contributions made by others!)
A charm on his wrist holding an initial that wasn’t his, and the face of a girl in his mind who’s name he can’t remember. Thomas struggles as memories and flashes of a girl come back to him, and struggles even more so after escaping the maze, only to find this girl once again. Despite the connection built so strongly between them, the two can just never seem to find the right timing to love one another.
✧ Prologue ✧ Part One ✧ Part Two ✦ Part Three ✧ Part Four ✧ Part Five ✧ Part Six ✧ Part Seven ✦ Part Eight ✧ Part Nine ✧ Part Ten ✧ Part Eleven ✦ Part Twelve ✧ Epilogue
Listen To This Song
Total Word Count: 115,000
Warnings: Themes include unprotected sex, swearing, violence, death, gore, abuse, and abduction. Also, human experimentation, gun use, infection, bombings and electrocution.
My Beloved || Thomas x Reader
Summary: Thomas is filled with emotion as you both seek out a way to show just how much love you truly hold for one another. Words: 7.5k Warnings: SMUT18+!!!, loss of virginity, masturbation, p in v, this is honestly very fluffy and sweet okay Notes: okay so… this started off good then towards the end i got desperate to finish it and it turns rushed i think?????? a little bad??????? anyway, these guys would have NO idea about sex ed tbh just what they’ve learnt from each other… because i feel like WCKD had better things to do, like brainwashing everyone, instead of teaching kids about the birds and the bees. long story short just go with it and no judging on my smut please i dont write it often!!!
There’s a boy, and he’s so beautiful it hurts.
Among the fiery glow of the bonfire flames, his eyes luminate with golden specks - so bright, so mesmerising, that you cannot stop staring from beyond the heated curtain. You catch his gaze and the way his smile quirks upward, bashfulness flushing his cheeks and provoking his teeth to sink sinfully into the plusness of his lip. It brings a warmth to your chest - a sensation of adoration, burning hotter than the flames separating you both. It travels to your fingers with an itch that wants you to jump to the boy, embrace him, kiss him, love him. He had been everyone’s saviour, but to you, he saved more than just your life; he brought colour back to your dull days, allowing you to see the vibrancy that radiated with pure intentions from your daily sunlight. He returned hope to your anxious mind and settled the prior need to look over your shoulder for danger every spare second. He made you feel so incredibly loved to the point where you stopped breathing and your heart would swell with anticipating warmth. There’s a boy, and he’s so perfect it hurts, in the most breathtaking way.
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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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home. thomas x reader
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.”
Can you please do a smutty continuation of tattoos please???
I am such a thirsty bitch, so of course I will! I kinda got a little carried away with this one, it has got the SPICE. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
*NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI*
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When you and Thomas would have arguments about this, that, and the other, it never went farther than a makeup make out session.
But hearing Thomas say that he loved you for the first time, it lit a fire in you that you knew wouldn't be put out by a simple make out session.
You held Thomas' hand tightly as you both rushed back to camp, quickly finding yourselves in the privacy of your shared hut. Your nerves were skyrocketing, the anticipation of what was to come exciting you and making your hands shake.
Before the Maze, you and Thomas had only been intimate a few times. You both had only just started to learn about each other's bodies before W.C.K.D. separated you. At the back of your mind, you wondered how much you would remember about how to please each other. There have been plenty of opportunities to be with each other ever since coming to the Safe Haven, but no other moment felt right until this night.
When Thomas kept looking back at you with an excited grin, you knew everything would be okay.
As soon as the door was shut, Thomas lifted you up in his arms, carrying you effortlessly to the bed. You giggled as Thomas threw you onto the bed, quickly placing himself to hover over you as he kissed and nipped at your neck. He grinned wide as he helped you remove your shirt, trailing sloppy kisses across your collarbones, licking up your jaw until he came back to your lips.
You quickly flipped Thomas over so that you were straddling him, helping him remove his own shirt then stopping to simply look at him, slowly trailing your digits down his torso while trying to catch your breath.
Thomas couldn't help but blush under your intense gaze, just one look conveying how much you loved him. "You mean so much to me." He whispered, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you, trailing soft kisses up your neck.
Thomas' skin felt scorching against yours, his teeth gently pulling at your sensitive flesh making you sigh heavily.
You brought Thomas' hand up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. You smiled seeing his tattoo, your name being a permanent reminder of your unique connection. You placed a gentle kiss to the ink, Thomas letting out a surprised moan, quickly replacing it with a sharp chuckle. "That felt so good." He awed.
"What?" You giggled, confused.
"When you kissed the tattoo, it felt...really fucking good."
"H-How? It's just a tattoo."
"I don't know." Thomas stammered, a wide grin on his face as he brought your tattooed wrist up to his mouth.
You gasped as Thomas licked across your wrist, a spark of electricity jolting through your body that went straight to your clit. "What the fuck?" You quietly exclaimed.
"You felt that, right?"
It was an odd discovery. All this time, you've never had that happen, you and Thomas never really gave any special attention to each of your tattoos either. If W.C.K.D. did give you those tattoos, why would they make it so that it felt so amazing to have it kissed or licked by each other? Maybe they didn't put those tattoos there, but it was some other divine being that connected you. Either way, the thought that you and Thomas might truly be soulmates aroused you to no end.
You crashed your lips back against Thomas', starting to slowly grind yourself on his hard erection, the sudden friction making Thomas groan into your mouth. You pulled back to unclip your bra, Thomas staring at your breasts with half lidded eyes, getting high off just the sight of you.
You sighed heavily when Thomas took one of your nipples into his mouth, his hot, wet tongue causing more heat to pool at your core, making you ache painfully for him. Thomas hummed in satisfaction when you let out an impatient whine, trailing back to bite down on your bottom lip gently. "These need to come off." Thomas growled, pulling at the button of your pants.
You chuckled when Thomas flipped you over, kissing and biting his way down your torso until he arrived at the hem of your pants, slowly pulling them down your legs. You watched with lust filled eyes as he took the waistband of your underwear in between his teeth, pulling them down your legs just as slow, all while keeping eye contact with you.
You whined frustratingly as you felt Thomas' breath on your core, almost feeling his peach fuzz on your flesh before he moved back up to kiss your pouting lips. You didn't stay frustrated for long before you felt one of Thomas' digits slide in between your folds, smiling smugly at your breathy moan. "So impatient..." He smirked, watching your expression intensely as he inserted a finger into you easily, almost moaning in sync with you. "And so wet for me..."
You gasped as Thomas inserted another digit while thumbing your clit, then leaning down to devour your moans as he finger fucked you. You held onto the back of head roughly, tangling your fingers in his hair, eliciting a groan from him. With your other hand, you reached down and started to palm his still clothed erection. "These need to come off too." You whispered as you placed a kiss just below his ear.
Thomas removed his fingers from you to reach for his belt buckle, only for you to stop him. "Let me." You smirked as you pushed him down below you, quickly undoing his buckle and taking his off his pants with fervor.
You smiled up at Thomas' needy gaze as you placed a kiss on his brief covered cock, just the simple act making his throb with anticipation. You then freed his erection, hearing a sigh of relief from the man as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. "Fuck, Y/n..." He whispered, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
You quickly leaning forward to grab his hand and move it away from his mouth. "Don't do that. I wanna hear you, baby." You continued sucking the head of his dick, his wanton sighs of pleasure traveling straight to your core.
You lowered your mouth further on his dick, surprising yourself with how far you got without gagging, hearing Thomas' first actual moan making you feel a sense of pride. Maybe you haven't forgotten how to please him.
You smirked as you felt Thomas buck against you, his needy moans getting louder the faster you bobbed your head, eventually he stopped you. "You were gonna make me come, baby. I want this to last."
Thomas gently cupped your face and leaned forward, kissing you passionately as you moved to straddle him, moaning into his mouth as you started to grind yourself on his now saliva coated cock. But he quickly flipped you over yet again, not breaking the kiss while kneading your breasts, placing himself in between your legs.
You felt yourself throb at the sight of Thomas pumping his cock, lining himself up at your entrance, first looking to you in confirmation. "Please, Thomas..." You begged, the need for him was all you could think about.
You and Thomas both moaned loudly as he pushed himself inside you, stretching your walls deliciously. "Fuck..." Thomas stuttered, your cunt perfectly encompassing his cock.
Thomas wasted no time, thrusting into you at a mildly brisk pace, his cock quickly finding your G spot, his quicken pace hitting it over and over again made you see stars, your eyelids fluttering closed as you held on to Thomas' shoulders for dear life. "Oh, Thomas..." You moaned, "you feel so g-good..."
You cried out as Thomas thrusted at a harsher pace, him groaning loudly as he felt your walls clench around him tightly. "Ah, I'm so close." Thomas moaned, a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead, as was yours.
"Touch me, Thomas, please."
Thomas eagerly reached down, using his middle and index fingers to rub your clit in fast tight circles, taking your hand and placing rough sloppy kisses on your tattoo, the sensation so intense your grip on Thomas' shoulders tightened to the point you broke skin, the sudden stinging pain causing his cock to twitch inside you.
Thomas' moans got louder as he neared his climax, burying his head in your neck, biting down on your flesh slightly while still keeping a constant stimulation on your clit. Suddenly feeling a rush of heat to your core, you brought Thomas' lips to yours, leaning your forehead against his, looking into his eyes as long as you could before they eventually closed tightly as your orgasm washed over you.
You then grabbed his wrist, copying his previous actions and kissing on his tattoo, causing his eyes to widen and let out an animalistic growl.
"Yes, Y/n, fuck!" Thomas groaned, your walls pulsing around him as you rode out your intense orgasm and your tongue on his tattoo making him reach his own climax, moaning your name as he filled you up with his cum.
Thomas collapsed beside you, wiping away the bead of sweat that had traveled down the side of his face while you placed your head on his chest with an exhausted, content sigh. You smiled as you heard his heartbeat slowly even out, relaxing as you ran your fingers up and down his torso. "Why did we wait so long to start doing this again?" Thomas chuckled, taking your hand and giving your knuckles a gentle kiss.
You chuckled back, shrugging. "I don't know. I guess we've just been so busy with everything else."
"Yeah." Thomas replied softly, gently grabbing your jaw and guiding your lips to his. "I've missed this, being with you."
You smiled fondly. "Me too."
Thomas opened his mouth to say something but hesitated, but seeing the lovingly curious look in your eyes, he had to say this. "I...If you're that worried, I won't go back." Thomas almost melted when he saw your eyes light up.
"Really?"
"I have everything I could ever need right here, right next to me." Thomas said as he caressed your cheek, looking at you like you were the whole universe.
You blushed, his statement bringing tears to your eyes. "Only if that's want you really want. If you're dead set on going back, I won't stop you."
Thomas shook his head. "I wouldn't risk our relationship for anything...anything."
You quickly pulled Thomas in for another passionate kiss, finally reaching a true understanding feeling just as amazing as the orgasm that he had just given you. "I love you so much." You grinned, planting kisses all over his face.
Thomas chuckled, laying back down and pulling you to lay on his chest again, the both of you feeling like all was right in your own little world.
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if i had a dick, it would be hard right now
Ooh ooh can you do newt or Thomas falling for Gally’s little sister? And him just being his normal grumpy self about it?? Please
When I think of Gally, I never think "brother"...but sure! Lmao. Got a little bit carried away with this one sooo, enjoy?
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You had a brother, and you didn't even remember. Well, until you got stung by a Griever.
Being stuck in a Maze full of girls and one boy, it didn't even occur to you to wonder if you had any family outside of the concrete walls. You only considered your fellow Icers to be your family. But being one of the few lucky (or unlucky) souls that lived through getting stung by a Griever, you remembered so much; not a lot, but you didn't care that you couldn't, you were just so thankful you could remember Gally.
After escaping the Maze, you prayed to every deity you could think of hoping that Gally survived somehow, wherever he was.
Seeing the new arrivals from Group A, seeing that it was mostly boys and one girl, you knew that had to be where Gally was. You didn't even hesitate, you ran up to the group as they entered the cafeteria, all wide-eyed and staring at you like you were a lunatic. "Is Gally with you?" Your question seemed to make everyone speechless, a few seconds having to pass before one boy spoke up.
"Wait, you know Gally?" A blonde boy with a British accent asked.
"He's my brother."
"He's dead." A voice rang out, coming from the brown haired boy that stood in front of the group.
You froze, feeling your heart beat erratically. "What?" You stuttered.
"Are you deaf? I said he's dead, and he had it coming."
"Tommy-" The blonde placed his hand on "Tommy's" shoulder, but he pushed him off.
"He killed my friend, tried to kill me, all of us. He was insane-" You couldn't let him speak any longer, you cut him off by landing a rough punch to his cheek. He stumbled backwards, obviously getting caught by surprise. You moved to hit him again, but you were quickly detained by a couple of guards who were watching the whole encounter.
"You bastard!" You screamed, not caring who was watching or who heard you; you were in such agony that you couldn't even think. Your fist ached to wipe that almost smug look off of that brunette's face, even though it was already throbbing from when you first hit him. At that point, it didn't matter. You couldn't find it in yourself to care where the guards were dragging you.
The next day, by some miracle or stroke of luck, you managed to befriend the blonde who you now learned was called Newt. He apologized for his friend's behavior, and he filled you in on everything that happened to your brother. It was a shock, a painful one, to hear what he did under the influence of Griever venom, but it didn't lessen your love for him, not one bit. Newt tried to make you understand that Thomas wasn't a bad guy, he was just in pain from his own loss and needed someone to blame. It didn't matter what he said, you still felt deep anger for the so called leader.
But as your luck would have it, you were all but forced to join Thomas' group. Learning that you were all in a W.C.K.D. compound, you didn't really have a choice in the matter. Aris seemed to trust them, and Newt was good at convincing you, so you were doomed from the start.
It was tense in the beginning, having to be in the company of the boy you attacked, a nice purple bruise formed on his cheekbone that managed to stay there for awhile. You tried to hide that fact that you smirked every time you spotted the shiner, but apparently not well enough.
It became almost comical how often you and Thomas would bicker back and forth, every day, any chance you both got. Of course, neither of you thought it was amusing, but everyone thought so, and that was even more annoying. Some days, you wished you had stayed at that W.C.K.D. facility, getting your blood drained sounded more appealing than having to converse with Thomas the blockhead every day.
You tried to fight it, your growing affection for the idiot. You found yourself...caring, about the boy. It was hard to ignore, how your chest seemed to tighten unbearably whenever you feared for his life, how you felt heat rise up beneath the skin of your cheeks whenever he said your name, even if it was in anger or annoyance. There came a point when you couldn't hide it anymore, when Thomas stopped hissing your name and started to speak it more delicately, almost fondly.
Likewise with Thomas, he started to care for you. It was a drastic change from when you two first met, absolutely hating each other to saving each other's lives from time to time. Being Gally's sister, Thomas viewed you as someone not to be trusted, even before he actually knew you. His hatred for Gally seemed to pass over to you, even though you were your own person. The punch you managed to land on him just strengthened that belief. But he couldn't refuse Newt when he talked him into taking you with them when they planned to escape. Then, he was forced to get along with you.
It didn't take long for Thomas to view you as someone different from Gally, before you were one and the same, but you had a kind of softness that he never saw in Gally. He grew self-conscious of his interactions with you after the group started joking that you both argued like an old married couple, as if they even knew what that looked like. But they were eventually proved right when Thomas started to protect you more than others, he just brushed it off by saying you were the weakest and needed to be treated as such. He totally didn't do it because he was afraid of losing you, how stupid would that be...
The betrayal of Teresa only brought the both of you closer, sharing in the pain of losing family, even if it was different circumstances. Thomas staring into your soul with those big brown eyes, you so badly wanted to kiss him, but you remembered how hatful he was to you in the beginning, how you were as well, you thought he couldn't possibly reciprocate if you were to lean in; the thought along scared you out of doing it.
As you started planning the details of recusing Minho, the unexpected happened. You were all captured by men in masks, put in the back of vans and transported to who knows where. But when the leader took off his mask, you almost fainted.
"Gally?"
Your trembling voice seemed to echo throughout the group, causing Gally to almost drop his gun. "Y/n?" He remembered you, he actually remembered you.
You went to jump into his arms, but Thomas beat you to the punch, literally. You immediately went to stop him from beating Gally to a pulp, along with Newt, convincing him to back off. "Kinda had that coming." Gally rubbed his aching jaw.
Like most family reunions, it was awkward at first. You had so much you wanted to tell Gally, and you could tell he did too, but business came first. But eventually, you did have time alone with him. You talked about what you remembered about each other, time in the Mazes, how he survived, how you ended up with Thomas' group. You were just so happy to have your brother back, even if no one else shared the same sentiment. You had actual flesh and blood in this world, it was a feeling you couldn't even begin to describe.
You instantly picked up on Thomas' wariness of your brother, the last memory of him killing someone important to him. But you tried to get across that Gally wasn't that same person in the Glade, he was different now, more grown up and mature. "Come on, Thomas, just give him a second chance. Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance? You gave me one."
"That was different. You punched me, not killed one of my friends."
You sighed. "Gally was stung, Thomas. You know how that affects people."
Thomas didn't want to budge on his opinion, but he knew you were right. Your pleading eyes didn't really make him stand a chance anyway. He promised you he'd play nice, even though ever fiber of his being wanted to put another spear through the guy's chest.
For Gally, seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, filling his lung. You were always going to be his baby sister, even if you were grown and could take care of yourself. You managed to make it through the Scorch and could outrun Cranks, he was proud of you. What worried him though was how close you seemed to be with Thomas. It's not like Gally hated Thomas like he did him, but that big brother side of him wanted to shield you away from anyone and everyone, Thomas was no exception.
It was funny at first, Gally being overprotective of you, but it soon lost its charm. Every time you were alone with Thomas, Gally always managed to show up at the worst times. It annoyed you and you could clearly see how it annoyed Thomas, but Gally always had an amused smirk on his face.
You loved your brother and you had missed him so much, but he needed to chill out. "Why must you follow me around like a lost puppy, Gal?" You whined.
"What? I can't make sure my baby sister is okay?"
"I'm not a baby anymore, Gally. I can take care of myself. I don't need you hovering over my shoulder all the time."
"It's my responsibility to make sure you stay out of trouble, especially when you're always hanging around Thomas." He mumbled that last half of that sentence.
You scoffed. "Oh come on. Really?"
"I see the way you two look at each other. Need I remind you that he left me to die?"
"Gally..." You spoke softly. "That was a long time ago, you both were different then. Truth is, I've been on my own for most of my life, I've had to learn how to take care of myself. I love that you're back in my life, I've missed you so much...but I don't need you to take care of me anymore."
Gally chuckled weakly. "My earliest memory is having to take care of you...you scraped your knee after falling down on the sidewalk and you were crying. I cleaned you up, put a Band-Aid on your cut and kissed it. I said that...I said that-"
"Your kisses were magic, that they could heal any wound."
"Then you said that magic wasn't real, stupidhead." He chuckled softly, his smile turning into a frown.
"You don't have to worry about me anymore, Gally. And as for Thomas...I care about it, a lot. And he cares about me. He's a good guy, you just have to give him a chance."
Gally sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. But if he even looks at you the wrong way, he'll be six feet under faster than he can say wicked."
Eventually, you could see a pleasant change in Thomas' behavior around Gally. After the war with W.C.K.D. and the rescue mission, he and Gally seemed to grow closer, just a little bit. But it was even to make you know that everything would be okay.
"So, are you and Gal best buds now?" You teased Thomas, poking his side while to two of you sat next to the campfire together.
Thomas scoffed, smacking your hand away. "Yeah, right. He wished he could be best friends with me, I'm too cool for him."
"Not." You snorted. "My brother is the coolest person I know."
"Well, am I at least in second place?"
You giggled. "Yes, of course." You placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
"Just a kiss on the cheek? What, is Gally around or something?" He looked around obnoxiously. "No, I don't see him anywhere."
"Oh, shut up, ya idiot." You shut him up by placing a kiss on his lips, feeling him smile as he raised his hand up to hold the back of your head.
"Hey, hey, hey, cut that out." You both groaned as Gally's voiced boomed in your ears, causing you both to hesitantly pull away from each other.
"Gally the cockblock, who would've thought?"
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apparently group B were called Icers in the graphic novels? The more you knowww
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Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Thomas x Reader Word Count: 1427 Warnings: none like one swear word I think? Prompt: “hey, hey calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore” with Scorch Thomas - @lettersofwrittencollective
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Sitting at the tables in the room they call the cafeteria with Aris, you notice a new group of faces walk in. A couple of minutes later a lone boy walks in and you stop mid chew at seeing his face. A face that you’ve been seeing in your dreams lately, ever since you were sprung free from the maze with Aris and the rest of your friends.
“y/n, you ok?”
You swing your gaze over to your friend and smile as reassuringly as you can “mhmm”
“You sure because you look like you’ve seen a ghost–”
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