#tom-uary

[writingsbychlo]

strip it down | thomas

word count; 7894

summary; your best friend ask you if you’ll spend your summer break keeping fit with him so he’s ready for track returns in the fall, but he’s pretty distracting.

notes; this is based on an ask that I got, inspiring it, and it was just too good to pass up, so I hope you like it!

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, public sex, reference to injury, very brief reference to drink spiking (past tense).

You were just beginning to surface, enjoying the summer break you were getting for college, and happy to spend the summer in your own place. It was quiet, your roommate getting ready to go home, and you would have the apartment to yourself for weeks. Squeezing the pillow in your arms tighter to you, you froze, the bedding beneath you rising as it took a breath, and you jumped back.

Sitting up in your bed enough to rub your eyes, you growled a little as you recognised the chuckle that sounded, opening your eyes to find your best friend staring at you, his phone in hand as he slumped across your bed.

“Mornin’ angel.”

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed? You scare the life out of me, and it’s-” You twisted, picking up your alarm clock, one that had been promptly turned off seeing as it was summer break, to check the time, “-eight in the morning? Really, Tommy?”

“Did you know that you cuddle in your sleep?” He ignored your question entirely, and you sat up in the pillows beside him, the bedding still covering the lower half of your body as you covered a yawn, realising that you weren’t going back to sleep any time soon. “It was cute. Like, the second I got myself all comfy here, you put your head on my stomach, and a leg over mine, holding on for dear life.”

“Thomas-”

“Also, continuing with the cute cuddling thing, if I play with your hair while you sleep, you get this sleepy little smile, a-”

“Thomas!” His jaw snapped shut, turning to look at you, honey brown eyes catching flecks of the sunlight pouring in through the now open curtains, and it was no wonder you’d woken so early of your natural self, his lips pursed as he stared at you curiously. “Tell me what you’re doing here so early in the morning, right now.”

“Only if you tell me whether or not you knew that you cuddle in your sleep, first.”

“No, I didn’t know that. I’m not really a sleep-cuddler, I’m very picky about positions.” His jaw dropped, a cheeky look flashing over his features, and you held up a finger, shaking your head and shutting down the innuendo he was about to release. “Sleeping positions.”

“Just me, then? That’s adorable.” He tapped the tip of your nose, before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, standing up and stretching a little, the edge of his shirt lifting to reveal a sliver of his stomach, your eyes diverting. “You have a very comfortable mattress, is that memory foam? Anyway, the reason I’m here.”

“Finally.”

He shot you a mock glare, rolling his eyes at you. “You have to get up, because I want to go for a run.”

“And I want to go back to sleep, so that's gonna’ be a hard pass on the physical exertion. Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to keep being lazy.” He frowned, and you grinned, rolling over onto your other side and turning your back on him, and he scoffed a little. A second later, the covers that you had wrapped yourself up in were being tugged back and out of the way, a groan on your lips. “No, Tommy, let me sleep! If you’re really my best friend, you’d let me sleep.”

“No, if I was really your best friend, I’d carry you all the way back from the club on a Friday night after you called with your head in a toilet bowl because you got spiked, and stay by your side all weekend until I was sure you were okay.” He tapped his chin for a second, your stomach twisting just at the memories. “Oh, wait, I already did that.”

“That was low.”

“If you were really my best friend, you’d come on a run with me so I have company while keeping in shape for my track return in the fall.” He grabbed onto your ankles, pulling you down the bed toward him, and you yelped at the action, half of your bed hanging off of the mattress as you stared up at him in shock, his hands on his hips as he smirked. “C’mon, please? Minho is out of town, and I hate running alone.”

“Fine, but only if you buy me a smoothie fro-”

“From Annie’s Café? Blueberry, yoghurt and a dash of lime?” He reached over to the nightstand, a paper cup you’d failed to notice, and you sat up, reaching for it as your body moved closer to his, and he handed it to you. Peeling back the lid, you found it was perfect, the scent of the mixed fruits being a perfect combination. “I already got it on the way over here.”

“Okay, fine.” He cheered loudly, watching as you took a sip of the drink you had, humming happily at the taste that was exploding over your tastebuds. “Go get me some clothes.”

“You’re the best.” He held your face, peppering your cheeks with

You waved a hand in the vague directions of your drawers, knowing that he was familiar with where your things were, having helped you pack and unpack over the last few years, much like you had him, your final year of college bringing around a friendship that had lasted since the first day, and you crossed your legs on the bed, waking up a little more as you sipped your drink.

He dug through the drawers, chucking a pair of leggings in your direction, a sports bra following it, and some socks, and he stared at you inquisitively for a second, eyes scanning down along your body, licking over his lower lip. “Do you wear panties to bed?”

“Thomas!” You threw the empty smoothie cup at his head, and he ducked, laughing loudly as he avoided the assault.

“It’s a practical question! So, I know what to pass you!” You rolled your eyes, scooping up the clothes and looking over the bundle.

“Where’s my top?”

“I passed you one!” He paced back over, picking up the pink and grey undergarment, and waving it before your face. “See?”

“That's a sports bra! I need a top!”

He raised a brow, and you didn’t realise your poor choice in wording, his playful mood taking over. He moved back over to you, hands finding the edge of the bed, and he crawled up toward you as you edged back toward the pillows, placing a foot on his chest to keep him away as a smirk took over. “I could be your top.”

“Quit it, you perv!”

“Oh, so you wanna’ be on top?” He rolled onto his side, head propped up on his hand, wiggling his brows, and you scoffed, standing up with the bundle of clothing, and moving to the bathroom to get changed, his laughs echoing behind you as you went.

Shutting the door, you rolled your eyes at the muffled sounds of him moving around your bedroom on the other side of the wood, your face splitting in an uncontrollably wide grin, cheeks warm to the touch with a blush.

Brushing your hair and pulling it back into a style enough to run with, you turned on the taps, toothbrush first as you scrubbed at your teeth to clean them, drifting into your thoughts. Thomas had been your friend for a long time, the two of you having met on your first day in a freshman biology lecture, and even when you’d switched your major a few months later, he still stuck by your side. He’d been someone you could rely on and depend on since your very first day of real independence and adulthood, and so he had embedded himself permanently in your life.

You cleaned your face too, feeling refreshed as you went, before swapping out your clothes, folding your pyjamas up neatly, and unlocking the door again. Thomas had pulled the sheets on the bed neatly done, sitting on the edge, and smiling at you as you emerged.

“Ready to go, pretty lady?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be for exercise at the crack of dawn.” He looked like he was going to correct you, but your mock-glare made his lips zip back up again, standings and brushed himself down. Grabbing your keys, and locking up the apartment as you went, you let him take the small piece of metal, tucking that into his pocket too, and placing a hand on your lower back to guide you through the halls. “Just so you know, I haven’t done exercise in years. I’m going to make it, like, a mile. That’s it.”

He turned to look at you, nothing judgemental, just a fond smile as he held open the main door of the building for you to pass through first, the busy streets of the early morning crowding around you suddenly. “How about, we just go and jog around the park over there, huh? It has those nice trails through the woods, too.”

You glanced out, a hand shielding your eyes from the summer sun, a park you’d rarely had time to venture into, once on a picnic with Thomas and his friends last summer, but that was about it, and so it would be nice to explore it a little more.

Tightening your hair as you approached the edge of the grass, choosing one of the trails from the sign at the entrance of the park, quickly settling on a short one with plenty of scenery through the trees. The pace started slowly, and Thomas was happy to fill the silence with chatter as you went along, breaking out in a sweat long before he did, the sun beating down and your heart pending in your chest, throat growing dry, but you were willing to just push through it.

It truly was beautiful, the early morning sun was something you rarely go to experience, either locked up in class or the library, or catching up on much-needed sleep, and Thomas had always been the opposite of you in that respect, He was good with the mornings, the athlete in him woke him up when the sun rose, sometimes even beforehand, while you preferred late nights and the dark hours of the day.

Sunlight filtering through the trees, dogs playing in the grass of the main park before you got too far away, the rustle of leaves underfoot and the gentle breeze, the smell of flowers in the air. It was a memory you’d forgotten even having before getting caught up in college and stress, shutting yourself off as you buckled down for your education and career.

The first half-hour or so was a breeze, despite the sweat you broke out in and the pounding of the blood in your veins, you became accustomed to it, listening to Thomas talk. You held up your conversation, the two of you making plans for the summer before you returned to classes for your final college year, and you planned to make the most of it since you’d both have such unlimited time together.

In the second half an hour, the pace picked up, Thomas going quiet, occasional smiles that he gave you, before his skin began to shine from the exertion too, and you were swallowed thickly. Hair matted to his forehead, tanned skin only enhanced with veins that crawled along his forearms, blood pounding much like your own, and he was working at a faster pace than you as you became tired, only just having passed halfway around your set, jogging before you.

You tried to control yourself, but his shirt was stretched across his shoulders, the muscles in his back standing out, shifting under the thin cotton that was damp with patches of sweat, every movement of his arms making it clear, and you had to try and focus, almost swerving off of the path and tripping a couple of times as you failed to pay attention to the forest floor under your feet.

In the final third, everything went to sit. The tree covering thinned slightly, moving toward the centre of the day as the sun shone in the sky, almost directly overhead, and the temperatures were shooting up. Thomas had slowed to meet you again, growing slightly tired himself as you felt like you were dragging dead limbs along, sure you’d be achy and unable to move tomorrow, and at some point, as you’d dipped your head, you’d noticed the bounce.

It wasn’t your fault, your eyes were just drawn to the movement, almost choking on your own spit as you realised just what was bouncing under the thin basketball shorts, your eyes squeezing shut for a second and trying to clear the image from your mind, your brain going hazy and the rubbing friction between your thighs suddenly becoming prominent to you as you ran, wanting to squeeze them together.

You kept going, swallowing the lump in your throat and shaking your head clear. But then his arms were flexing, reaching behind his neck to tug his shirt away from his body, and your mind went blank. Shining abs, the smattering of dark hair between toned pecs and down to his happy trail making your mouth water, sweating skin glistening in the sun as he moved, muscles bouncing, like some kind of Baywatch audition, and you couldn't be held responsible.

Your feet got caught, a loud popping sounding before searing hot pain radiated up your leg, a cry leaving your lips as you hit the ground, rolling to as top, before splaying out in the dirt, a little dazed and confused. Thomas popped into view, concern written all over his features as he talked a mile a minute, so fast you could barely understand what he was saying as his hands found yours and he pulled you up, your eyes sweeping over him. Oh, right half-naked secret crush. That’s right.

“What the hell just happened?”

“I fell.” He let out a weak laugh, worry still holding his brows furrowed, though, and you reached out to him, smoothing your thumb over his forehead to rub away the creases in a way you’d done so many times before, particularly before exams. His features softened as you did, and he let out a little sigh, standing himself and pulling you to your feet. As you put pressure on your ankle, it gave way, and you wanted to scream, possibly even die a little, as you tumbled forward into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. “Nope, no. Ankle says no thanks, no today.”

He grinned, scooping you up under your legs, and carrying you over the grass at the edge of the pathway, luscious and thick green as he set you down, finding shade under a large tree, hidden by some bushes to shield your eyes, before he was kneeling before you. His fingers skimmed along your calf, your leg twitching as he did, before he was pulling up the edge of your leggings to get a look at it.

He hissed a little, fingers running over the patch, registering where the skin was already going hard, and the way you cried out and jerked at the touch, pain coursing through you, and he apologised each time, a sigh on his lips. “I don’t think it’s broken, just a bad strain. It’ll take a while to heal, though.”

“So much for our summer plans.” You whispered, his eyes finding yours, and you swallowed thickly, embarrassment creeping in. “I’m sorry, Tommy.”

“What the hell are you sorry for? It’s my fault you’re hurt.” it was your turn to be confused, his head dropping and eyes hidden from yours. “You could still be tucked up safely in your bed, totally not injured, but I made you come for a run.”

“Thomas, look at me.” He didn’t, still adjusting your leggings back over your ankles as he undid and retied your laces, tighter to keep pressure on the injury for now, and you hooked a finger under his chin, forcing him to look up. “Tommy, I know I complained, but I was having a  good time. I always do when we hang out, even if we are running ourselves to death.”

His lips flicked up at the joke, but he still looked guilty. “I know, but I should have just worked out alone.”

“But you don’t like that, so I was happy to come with you. Stop beating yourself up.” He sighed, trying to let the tension go, and nodding his head. “Besides, I don’t get all gross and sweaty like this for just anyone, so cheer up, that’s how you know I wanted to be here.”

“You’re pretty no matter what. Sweaty, all dolled up, glitter in your hair at a club or all breathless and sweaty on a run, you’re breathtaking.” His hand came up to sit on your cheek, a thumb smoothing over your skin. “When I wanted you to fall for me, this isn’t quite what I meant, though.”

You stared at him for a second, eyes narrowing, and his usual cheeky grin flashed up, but there was something deeper in his gaze that you’d never taken long enough to notice before. “Did you just flirt with me?”

He looked taken aback for a second, wide eyes and parted lips, before a disbelieving sound left him, and he shook his head lightly “I’ve been flirting with you since the day I met you, but thanks for finally noticing.”

“You have?”

“Uh, yeah.” He deadpanned, your head emptying once again, and you watched as he twisted his body, sitting down on the grass with his legs spread out before himself.

“You took your shirt off.” He paused, looking down at himself, and his cheeks were tinged pink when he looked back up, confused. “You took your shirt off, and my mind just sorta’ went blank, and the next thing I know, I’m on the floor in pain. I’ve been into you since, like, last year. The whole system just short-circuited as you did.”

You waved a hand up and down yourself, and he frowned, not exactly the reaction you were expecting, the fear of rejection racing through you. “So, it was my fault you got hurt?” He looked totally distraught, lips in a pout as he stared at you, and you couldn't take it anymore. “I’m really, really so-”

Pushing forwards, your lips met his, his back finding the grass as your body crashed into him, a groan spilling from him as his brain caught up. One hand sought your waist as you lay atop him, the other lacing messily into your hair and tangling the strands as he kissed you back deeply and passionately, lips gliding with yours. You held yourself up over him, the pain in your ankle disappearing as he kissed you just as eagerly, an exchange that was long overdue.

It was frantic, and needy, his mouth working against yours until the breath was stolen from your lungs and your lips were stinging, desperate for breath but never wanting to part from him, a whine leaving you as he pulled back, gasping for breath much like you were. He pulled away, staring up at you as his head fell to the grass, a finger smoothing over your face as the tomb of the other rubbed circles into your hip, tucking under the edge of your shirt to find bare skin. “We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yeah, definitely.” You rolled your lips together, licking the taste of him from them as you stared down at his flushed face, whiskey eyes twinkling as he stared up at you. “Wanna’ do it again?”

“Fuck, yeah, I do.” He leaned up halfway to meet you, neck craned and he hummed happily, this kiss a little slower and calmer, testing the waters as the initial shock and desperation died down, and he rolled you over, your back meeting the ground as he settled above you, your back coming down to rest in the soft grass. “Been dreamin’ ‘bout kissing you for years.”

He mumbled the words into your lips, one hand finding your shoulder, sliding down a little lower over your arm, pausing a little as he found your ribs, thumb brushing just under your tits through your clothing, your breathing hitching in your throat. His kisses shifted, trailing along your jaw lightly and your hips bucked up, a groan on his lips as you brushed over him, shy heat flushing your face once again as he paused.

“I meant it, y’know. I realised not long after we met that you weren’t going to return my flirting, but I liked you so much but then, and so I decided I’d rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.”

His teeth continued to tease your skin lightly, and you shivered under him, his hips dropping down to press against you more firmly, and your eyes slipped closed.

“Pure torture, though. All your pretty dresses, movie nights where we’d cuddle, and you’d wear my jumpers when you came over, looking so cute that all I wanted to do was kiss you until your mind was empty, and wake up to you on lazy Sundays. I want you to kiss before exams and whisper good luck in my ear, before we get to celebrate late at night. God, I’m so fucking in love with you.”

“You are?” It was a startling realisation, your body jerking a little in shock, and he grunted as your core shifted against him, his lips bucking up to you in return this time.

“You don’t have to say it back, but it’s true.”

Your hands came up to find his face, bringing him close enough that your noses bumped and breath was shared. “I love you too, Thomas.”

He whined a little under his breath, nose playing with your own, and you tugged him in closer, until his body was pressed up to yours. The temperature was rising between you, making you feel suffocated as the gaze you were being fixed with by the man set you on fire from the inside out, and you pushed him back, breath caught as you looked at him.

Your hands moved to the hem of your shirt, skin itching to be rid of it as you felt like every nerve within you was speaking with electricity, tugging at it as it was trapped between your bodies, and he moved to help. Peeling your shirt up and over your head, it was a flurried collection of movements, sports bra revealed to him once again, and you sighed a little as your back met the crisp and cooler strands of grass again, his body covering yours as he followed you back to the ground.

One solid hand came up to your thigh, hitching it up onto his hip so that he could settle between your thighs, and as the hardening cock in the thin shorts he wore pressed up to your core, you both let out soft sounds of pure bliss at the friction. Dragging a hand down along his chest, your nail scraped over bare skin, sweat and slick from all his exertion, the dips between pecs and toned muscles twitching and clenching under your fingertips, and he let out a breath sigh into your mouth as his lips found yours once again.

Wet and passionate, his tongue teasing over your lip until you parted them for him once again, and he moaned as your tongue dared to come out and play with his own. You dared your hand lower, fingers brushing across the trail of dark hairs below his navel, until a single finger was tracing over his cock, and he whimpered needfully at the feeling, his bucking up into your touch as your hand was crushing between your bodies, the noises he made making your head spin.

Cupping him fully, you squeezed tightly, and his arms over you buckled a little as you did, his lips leaving yours so that his forehead could press to your own, hot washes of quickly panted breaths coming over your face. “Sweetheart, if you keep that up, I’ll fuck you right here in the park.”

“Sounds naughty. Sounds fun.” You mumbled, a slightly tighter grip as you rolled your hand over him, and he groaned a little under his breath, dipping down for a desperate kiss. Supporting all of his weight on one hand, the other coming down to peel your touch away from him, and pinning your wrist to the warm grass over your head, shaded by the tree the two of you were partially hidden behind, a growl on his lips.

“I’m not kidding.”

“Neither am I.” He pulled back, eyes finding your own as he evaluated your words, finding no joke in your eyes and a dark look crossed over his features, rolling his lips before they twisted up into a smirk.

“You know, I always pictured something romantic for our first time together.” Your breath hitched in your throat, the tip of his nose nudging at your jaw as his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of your neck, tongue brushing as he licked at his lips, and you keened up into him. I” figured it would be after a couple of dates, when I finally manned up enough to tell you how I felt.” He pressed a delicate kiss to your skin, and again, nothing rough about it, not at all what you’d expected, and you lifted a hand to lace into his hair. “I’d take you home, strip you down slowly, kiss every inch of your body until you were breathless, and then I’d make love to you for the whole night.”

“Big promises, think you can last that long?”

“Probably not, you drive me crazy with everything you do, but I’d give it my best go.” He laughed gently into your skin, teeth grazing over the spot where your neck met your shoulders, and he gifted one hand again, to land on your jaw to turn your face to the side, his teeth biting own roughly on that spot, and a loud moan left you as you felt him do so, not enough to break the skin, but enough that there’d be a mark, and your eyes rolled back a little.

His lips sealed over that spot, sucking harshly, and you whimpered a little under his touch, swipes of his tongue thrown into the mix, slow and torturous over your sin, and there would be a large bruise you’d be unable to hide for days to come. “Tommy..”

“I know, sweetheart,” He dipped down a little further, lips working over your skin until he was kissing down toward the edge of your sports bra, the tip of his nose dragging over a perky nipple beneath the elasticated material, and he chuckled into your skin at the needy noise you made. Hot and wet kisses, placed along your stomach, until he had reached the hem of your pants, humming under his breath, his fingers latching into the sides. “Are you sure about this?”

“The sex, or the sex in public?”

He lifted his head, a laugh flailing from his lips, cheeks flushed with warm pink as he stared up at you, an adoring look in his eyes that shone right through his amusement. “Both, I suppose.”

You collapsed back into the grass, feeling his finger twitch where they waited in your waistband, before nodding your head. “I’m pretty damn sure, Tommy.”

He didn’t waste any time, pulling your pants down just far enough to fall under the rise of your ass, bunched around your upper thighs, before your hips were falling down once again, a loud giggling falling from your lips as you did, squirming a little against the floor, and his fingers paused in their motions along the bare skin of your thighs that had been revealed as his brows rose. “What’s so funny, angel?”

“The grass is tickling my ass.” You mumbled, and he paused, your head lifting to look at him in the silence, and his face was split in a wide grin, trying to choke back his laugh as he stared at you, shaking his head.

“You totally just ruined the moment.”

“I did not!” You grinned, giggling as you spoke, before sitting up and moving to your knees, spreading your legs as far as you could with the stretchy material still around your thighs to kneel before him. Taking his hand in yours, you pulled it down, watching as he swallowed thickly, eyes still locked together, and his breath hitched as the back of his palm brushed over your yoga pants. The tips of his fingers traced over your sodden folds, your teeth caught prisoner between your teeth as his jaw dropped, and he took control then. “See? Totally not ruined.”

“You will be,” He mumbled, a threat that had your head spinning, and he was firmer in his movements now, a single digit swirling through your wetness and dragging up until he was bumping against your clit, a sudden cry leaving you as he did, and your fingers dug into the skin of his wrist. “So wet, sweetheart. That all for me?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he began to trace slow circles onto the small bud, and he hummed under his breath.

“Thought about this so much, the way you’d look when I touched you, how you’d sound moaning my name, the way you’d feel as you came around my cock. You’ve been all that’s on my mind for so long.”

“Tommy..” You sighed his name out, pushing him a little further, and a dark chuckle left him as you tried to get more, feeling that sam wet pad brush over your entrance. “Please?”

“Use your words, I want to hear you say it.” His other hand came up, cupping your jaw, and you could feel his eyes burning into you, voice becoming raspy as he spoke low and quiet, words for only you to hear as the two of you tried not to draw too much attention to yourselves. His thumb brushed over your chin, dragging your lower from where it was held to press on them, stinging slightly from the scrape of your teeth, before you were parting them, allowing his thumb to press to your tongue. “I want to hear everything that this dirty little mouth has to say, go ahead and drive me wild, angel.”

You hummed around the finger in your mouth, hips bucking up into him as he circled your hole, never dipping inside but make sure to rub across you just enough to catch, making you absolutely desperate, feeling your juices flooding down onto his hand and smeared between your thighs as he kept this up. Sucking tightly on the finger in his mouth, he let out a broken moan, pushing his finger in further to keep you quiet, before one long finger was dipping into you, as far as he could reach.

The teasing, the build-up, everything had been overwhelming, all too much for you, and your whole body trembled at the simple addition, feeling him still as you acclimated to the invasion, before he was curling his finger to press at your walls lightly. “Nothing to say, so soon? I was hoping I’d at least get my cock in you before you were fucked senseless.”

He pulled that wet finger back, smearing over your china s your gasped for breath, and you opened your eyes to look at him. “You really want to know what I think about?”

“I really do.” He pulled back, beginning to set a slow rhythm with his finger, pumping in and out of you slowly, and you needed more. “You ever thought of me while touching yourself like this? I’ve thought of you, when my hand was wrapped around my cock, thinking about how much better it’d feel if it was you. Your hands, your mouth, this sweet little cunt, always you, though.”

Your hands ran up his shoulders, coming up to sit over his neck lightly, feeling the erratic throbbing of his pulse under your hand. “I think about your mouth, all the fucking time.”

Pink lips formed a smirk, his finger being joined by another and beginning to stretch you out picking up pace, and you could feel the knot within you beginning to wind up tight, pulling and twisting as you felt butterflies begin to explode for action inside. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, you don’t know how much you mess with it. You’re always licking your lips, and making these little smirks, and your cute little smiles, You rub at your jaw, and oh God, don’t even get me started on your hands.” You let out a gasp as the tips of his fingers found your sweet spot, exploring within you as he learned what made you tick, what made you moan.

“Right there?”

“Right there!” You confirmed, breathy exclamation of the words, and he focused his attentions on that, your mind going blank as pleasure raced through every vein in your body. You’d wanted this for so long, this kind of intimacy with your best friend.

You were close, close enough that he had a key to your apartment and stated over frequently, close enough that he’d seen you in your underwear before and close enough that you’d shared a bed, cuddling on nights when you were stressed before exams, showing up at his place in sweatpants with tearstained cheeks, and he’d bring you inside without a word.

This was what you wanted though, you wanted his lips on your own, kissing away every sound you made as it became more frantic, a wet sound filling the air, smacksmatchinging of your lips and the atrociously dirty sound his finger s made as they thrust in and out of your wet channel, a peak like no other beginning to take you over, even from the simple foreplay, purely because it was him. “I’m close..”

Your words were mumbled against his lips, and he only groaned under his breath, the palm of his hand brushing over your clit with every movement, the sparks of electricity it created were running along every nerve you had, and you rolled your hips down into his hand, searching for more of that friction as you chased your high right towards the edge. “I can feel you, baby, squeezing my fingers so good. Can only imagine how good you’ll feel milking my cock.”

“Thomas!” He recessed down roughly on your g-spot, nails brushing over your walls lightly each time he pulled back, a combination of filthy sensations that made tears line your eyes as it all became too good. “Tommy!”

“C’mon, baby, come for me. Make a mess on my fingers, like I know you want to.”

His words threw you over the edge, deep voice and dark tone, your face pressing into his neck as you cried out his name, muffling your sounds in his skin as you came, juices washing over his digits as he pumped you through it, shushing you lightly, a mixture with praises, telling yo how goo you were dong, and it made heat crawl along our skin to your cheeks as you realised how much you liked it.

You’d always been independent, relying only on yourself, and then Thomas had stepped into your life and forced you to depend on him just as much, and as he coaxed you through your climax, mumbling sweet whispers about how good you were for him, you crumbled to nothing under his touch. “Feel better, honey?”

“So good.” You whispered, walls fluttering as his hand pulled back, and you retracted yourself from his body long enough to watch him stick his fingers into his mouth, one eye dropping in a lazy wink as he licked the clean. Your hands slid from his shoulders to his chest, letting out a contented sigh as you looked at him. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

His chest puffed up a little under your touch and at the compliment, your finger moving in feather-light patterns over his chest, making him shake a little as you moved. He moved you, back, laying you down in the grass, slow and intimate, his body covering yours, kneeling between your thighs and moving to peel one leg free of your leggings, your shoe dropping off at your foot and skin raising with goosebumps at the summer breeze washing over flushed skin cooling you down immensely. His hands were supporting him on either side of your head another question about whether you were sure, but this one was unspoken, a look in his eyes said it all.

Dragging your hands along the bare skin of his back, you found the shorts he wore, basketball style, thin and silky under your hands, and you pulled on them, inching them down and far enough over his ass for his cock to spring free, wet and dripping with precum, bumping against you sodden folds, and you took a sharp intake of breath at the feeling.

His hips thrust up, instinctually as he twitched, the swollen head of his cock pumping to your clit, and the both of you let out soft whines at the feeling. Reaching between your bodied, your fingers wrapped around him, his lips parting and eyes sliding shut as you gripped onto his shaft, a few test strokes as he fucked up into your fist, before you were nudging his cock down, lining him up perfectly.

Sinking into you, his hands gave way at the bitten-off cry of your name that he made,  dropping from his hands to his elbows, bodies pressed flush together as your hips sat snugly together, his throbbing length encased within your walls.

“I feel like I just went to heaven.”

You giggled, the movements making you tighten around him and he groaned at the feeling. When you were both ready, you circled your hips against him, rocking up into him slowly, and he reached down to latch a thigh up onto his waist again, no obstruction as your bare leg came up to his body, wrapping and holding him tighter.

“I promise, next time, it’ll be after a date. Something fun and romantic, and when we get home, we’ll be all alone, and I’ll take you apart piece by piece until you're crying my name, but not right now.” His lips brushed over yours, his head tipping to the side a little, before you could fee his cheeks twitch in a smirk. “But right now, I just want to fuck senseless.”

“So do it.”

“I intend to.” He pulled back, almost all of the way out of you, before he was slamming back into you, no warm-up or time to adjust, you back arching up from the grass as you met him, and you barely covered a loud moan with your hand before he was repeating the motion, a grunt on his lips as he did.

Your nails raked over his back, tearing welts into the skin as he picked up to an earth-shattering kind of pace, and just as promised, you were left speechless, absolutely fucked senseless. It was pleasure like none you’d ever felt before, stretched out around his length, long and thick and your breath was punched form your lungs as you gasped for breath with every thrust that he delivered to you. Leaning up, you caught his lips with you own, a kiss that he was eager to return as he let out a soft sound at the connection, lips puckering immediately to return the love, and you smiled against him.

Shifting your hips up to meet him, skin was clapping against skin, drowned out by the sounds of fresh water and birds chirping around you, distant chatter from the other sides of the bushes and trees that you were hidden behind. It was scandalous, the thrill that anybody could simply walk around this side and catch you, half-naked with your loved ball-deep inside of you,  hand over your mouth as you tried to quiet your screams, you weren’t sure what you’d do.

Slipping your other hand between your bodies, you found your clit, rubbing patterns on it to match his thrusts, the high within you building up to reach cosmic peaks. Locking your legs around his waist, you flipped him over, a grin on his face as he found his back pressed into grass, your centre sliding along his length as you sank back down, seated across his thighs.

“Oh, so I take it that you’re feeling better.”

“I’ll probably regret it later,” You whispered, a jolt of pain sparking along your body as you caught your ankle at an odd angle, face screwing up lightly, and Thomas sat up to meet you. Wrapping your legs around his waist at a more comfortable angle, you let out a little sigh, his hands on your hips helping you to move. “That’s better.”

“Mhm, I’m glad.” He whispered, and you whimpered, hands coming up to wrap around his neck as you leaned in, close enough that your lips brushed, heads pressing together softly, and he circled your hips slowly. It was special, breath shared, and while it may be risky and erotic because of where you were, heated circumstances throwing your hormones into overdrive, you knew it wasn’t a mistake, it was the first step through the doorway you’d both been lingering outside of without realising the other was there. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

“I know, me too.” You whispered, picking up your motions and rocking yourself down into his body, every pulse of his cock making stars flash behind your eyes. Slipping a finger between your lips, he brushed the pad over your tongue, waiting for you to soak the digit before he was pulling it away, his mouth closing over your own, hand slipping between your bodies. He tweaked at a nipple through your sports bra, chuckling in the kiss as you whimpered his name, before he was finding the swollen bud between your legs. “Fuck, Tommy!

Rubbing lightly, he had barely begun, before you were tumbling into orgasmic bliss in his arms, locking up around him, body going rigid and your heart feeling like it stopped in your chest as you came undone. He held you tightly, your bodies pressed together, fingers laced into his hair, mouths sliding together in sloppy kisses as you tried to keep yourself somewhat quiet.

Only moments after you came, he was chasing right after you into your peak, his eyes rolling back in his head, tone raising just a little as he moaned your name, cracking slightly and you felt like you’d broken just hearing him say your name in such a way. Ribbons of hot cum filled you, making you shudder as you felt chilled from the outside as he pumped you full, and you felt tears line your eyes. “Oh, fuck.” You whispered, words dragged out as you felt your heart race in your chest, beginning to come down from your high. “That was incredible.”

“That’s an understatement.” He mumbled, lips moving along your jaw in sweet kisses, pressing gently as you waited to catch your breath, sweaty skin now even slicker, the run having had nothing on this kind of activity, as you came down, he flipped you over pressing you back into the grass so that your legs could unwrap from his waist, letting him pull away from you and collapse down onto the sun-warmed ground beside you. Tugging his shorts back up, you stared down at your one bare leg, your shoe metres away, and you groaned, trying to sit up.

A cringe was on your lips as you felt arousal still leaking from your core, and he chuckled, lifting a hand to brush lightly over your skin, watching as you tried to readjust yourself without putting too much pressure on the ankle that was still injured.

“Do you want to get a pizza?”

“What?” You turned to stare at him incredulously, snickering slightly as you reached for your shoe, and bringing back the shirt he’d dropped long ago as you did. Lacing up your shoe once again, you turned to face him, finding him still staring at you.

“Movie night. Me and you. A date. Pizza or Chinese food?”

You grinned, plucking your shirt from the bush-branch it had landed on after being flung away, trying to turn it the right way out once again. “Pizza works for me.” Your words were whispered out, a light sigh as you realised it was officially, and Thomas sat up upon hearing the crack in your voice. Settling a hand over your cheek, he pulled you down to his lips, a smile pressed between you as he gave you a simple kiss.

“I meant it, y’know. Everything I said, about how much I care for you, and how into you I am. I honestly do want us be a couple, have for a while.”

“I’d like that, too.” You mumbled, accepting the hands he was holding out to you, pulling you to your feet before letting go to tug his shirt back on over his head, a wisecrack on his lips about not wanting to cause any more injuries, and hide the marks you’d made on his back. As you stood up and balanced with weight on your ankle, you tested a first step, sighing a little. “Still hurts.”

“When we get back, I’ll get an icepack for you, and let you put your feet in my lap while we watch movies.” You huffed, his arm wrapping around your waist to help you go, and you twisted to look up at him a little.

“I’d rather be in your lap myself.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, turning to press a kiss to your temple. “That works too.”

“I should hope so. Your lap belongs to me now, girlfriend rules.”

“Alright, well that means that cute little butt belongs to me. Boyfriend rules.” His hand slipped down, pinching at your ass lightly, and you jumped, swatting at his hand as you steadied yourself and rebalanced on your feet, wincing at the pain on your swollen ankle.

“You are going to injure me even more.”

“It is not my fault that you can’t keep your eyes to yourself.” You gaped, shoving him with your elbow as he snickered. You continued on you walk, moving in slow and cautious steps as you began to make your way back to your apartment, hoping your roommate wouldn't be home to witness the messy state you were in, grass stains on your pants and Thomas’s knees, because she’d put it all together in seconds. The hand on your waist squeezed lightly, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the moment. “I’m joking, you have o idea how many times you’ve distracted me.”

“Now you can do something about it.”

“Yes, I can.” He beamed, dipping down to press a soft kiss to your lips, and you returned it, heading home for the first date for the man you’d adored for so long. Maybe exercise was good for something.

#thomas #thomas the maze runner #thomas x reader #thomas x reader smut #thomas/reader #thomas/reader smut #tomuary #tom-uary #tommy month #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien/reader #dylan obrien x reader smut #dylan obrien/reader smut #dylan obrien thomas #dylan obrien the maze runner

[forfakingfairness]

Thomas + blue mood board 💙

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[classicalism]

I know it’s not tomuary yet but I just wanted to share this photoshopped version I made for @writingsbychlo​ firefighter!tommy fic. I think we can all admit that Thomas would be on a Hall of Flame photoshoot for a calendar.

#tomuary #tom-uary #firefighter!tommy #tmr thomas edit #dylan o'brien edit #dobedit #tmr #writingsbychlo #dylan o'brien #we love a firefighter!tommy sexy calendar photoshoot edition #it may look a little wonky #but we do not see (: #mine* #myedits

[dylinski]

Magnetism

Warnings: SMUT! bondage (but barely), language, violence, kind of dom tommy (but y/n is a brat so it doesnt last long), angst (obviously)

Relationships: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 7.5K

Author: @dylinski​

A/N: Here’s my fic for day 4 of tomuary!!!! if i get them finished, i plan on posting two more but we’ll see how that goes. lol hope ya’ll enjoy and let me know what you think please. i’m really unsure about writing smut and idk if this is any good, so if i shouldn’t write anymore it would be nice to know. lol

There’s something about running for your life and fighting against all odds to survive that make a person reevaluate their life, but with Y/N, that’s not the case. Being in the scorch with a bunch of boys wasn’t much different from the glade, so what was there to consider? She knew who her friends and her enemies were and that’s all she needed to know in order to survive in this world. If Thomas had just listened to her when she said not to trust Teresa, more of them would be alive, but him not believing anything Y/N says is to be expected. Since the moment he came up and out of the box, something repellant between them switched on. The only proper way to describe it is when you try to force two poles of a magnet together with the same polar direction.

Fighting their way out of the maze, through the scorch, and now in this abandoned town lets a person see a lot of death and Y/N was tired of it. If that meant trying to convince Thomas that running around and attacking WCKD at random to find Minho, risking other’s lives, was a bad idea then she was willing to take all the blame. They were so close to paradise and they had saved so many souls already. At least Vince agreed, having one person on her side is nice.

There was another meeting, discussing all the usual topics, but Thomas seemed more pissed off than usual, which is saying something as of late. He’s been nothing but a pissy bitch since the search for his raven-haired friend had turned sour and unwilling. The meeting was held in a moderate-sized room, big enough to hold the handful of people permitted. Thomas was leaning on both hands over a table with Newt at his hip, what a surprise. They were combing over a map with Vince and Jorge, arguing about a last city or something. Y/N was sitting in the corner, rolling her eyes at practically every other word, a sad image of men and boys arguing over nonsense around the circular table. 

Newt would look up every once in a while and give her a sympathetic smile to let her know she wasn’t forgotten in the exchange of emotions and words. She liked Newt, he had always been kind to her when most of the other boys treated her like she was fragile and delicate in the maze. He never doubted her or underestimated her abilities despite what was between her legs, well, until that little shit popped up and out of the ground. Motherfucking Thomas, the angel, the savior, the one who will lead us to paradise. Yeah right, more like the one who will lead everyone to their preventable deaths.

“Look! He was there, okay? I know it. Minho was there!” The vein in Thomas’ neck was protruding and defined from the strain he was putting on his words. He was desperate. “We grabbed the wrong container!”

“Thomas, there was a 50/50 chance and we made a choice of which one to grab. Not to mention the odds of him being in either train car, to begin with, were small.” Vince was calm and collected, he always managed to keep a cool head.

“Yeah, but he was there! If I had just..” Thomas was quieter now, but no less desperate.

“You didn’t pick the wrong one, Mate. We saved at least 100 people from WCKD today. I wouldn’t call that a failure. We didn’t find Minho, but I have faith we will. He’s still out there, I know it.” Newt looked up at Y/N when he finished, and she couldn’t help to give a forced smile. Leave it to him to be the voice of reason, but also the one to egg on the bumbling buffoon everyone seems to eagerly place their faith in.

“Newt, I get that, but he was there, he was right there! If we hadn’t been so pressed for time I could have-”

Y/N jumped up, utterly pissed at this point and tired of hearing these idiots run round and round in the same circles. “You could have what, Thomas? You could have picked the ‘right’ container? Hmm? Why don’t you go tell that to Sonya? Or Aris? I’m sure they’d love to hear that you saving their lives, along with everyone else in that box, wasn’t your goal and you’d gladly trade them for the single life of Minho.”

Everyone in the room fell silent and it was filled with the light of the moon shining through the missing part of the ceiling. The flames from the lanterns danced on everyone’s shocked faces. Y/N was never one to prance around the daisies when it came to stating the obvious. Thomas looked almost ashamed and it was honestly annoying. She was tired of his pitiful ’I didn’t ask for this’ routine.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Despite the guilt that raged in his stomach, he used it to fuel his anger towards Y/N, which was to be expected. He took most of his negative emotions out on her, his own personal punching bag, but he could never land any punches because she honestly couldn’t care less. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips, shooting knives at him and his nostrils flared under her eyes. An unknowing battle of spiteful gazes between them.

“Well, as entertaining as it is to watch you two practically have hate-sex with each other, we need to discuss our options.” Jorge obviously chose his words to jolt the two out of their staring contest and it worked. They both made faces like they had tasted something sour, scrunching their noses at the idea of actually wanting each other. Well, I mean, it’s not the first time Y/N had thought of it, but just because he had the body that could rival a god doesn’t mean she was ignorant of his pea-sized brain.

“There’s nothing to discuss. We’re not risking anyone’s lives to go to the last city, if it’s even real.” Y/N couldn’t help but sights the relief of Vince seeing reason.

“I’ve heard things over the years, that it was a last resort for WCKD, their place of operations. I’ve never managed to make it that far north, but it’s one of the safe heavens that were put into place when things went to shit.” Y/N huffed in annoyance, thanks, Jorge. Great job at giving the little shit ideas.

“Look, we could make it there with a small team in a week and then be back with Minho in no time.”

“No, Thomas. I’m not risking any more lives to save one person. This is a suicide mission. If it’s anything Jorge says it is, the city will be a fortress. Not to mention the road to get there, riddled with the infected. We don’t have the people or the resources to take on a fight like that.” Vince was tired of arguing with him, so he was standing his ground and that would be the end of it. Thomas may have been the leader in the glade and the scorch, but here he was allowed the privilege to have a say by Vince.

“I don’t need an army, just two or three-”

“Thomas, no!” Vince was done with these petty arguments and put his foot down. “The ship is almost done. We’ll be ready to sail in less than a week. There are casualties in war, and in this world, the life of one doesn’t out way the lives of the many. We’re not going and that’s final.”

Thomas grunted and threw his arms up in rebellion, stomping off to brood somewhere by himself. 

Y/N couldn’t help the small smile of satisfaction that crept onto her face from seeing him so pissed off. She strode over to where Newt was standing and crossed her arms, leaning her back against the table to face him.

“He’s hurting you know? He blames himself. He blames himself for everything honestly.” The smile melted away just as easily as it appeared. There goes Newt, always defending his puppy.

“He should! I told him not to trust Teresa!” Newt let a small shudder roll over his body at her name and Y/N couldn’t help but feel empathy and guilt for mentioning it.

“We all trusted her, except for you, of course. You never let us forget it, but we had no reason not to. She helped us, she helped Thomas. Maybe you were just jeal-”

“For the love of God, Newt, if you say I was jealous, I’ll break your other leg.” He chuckled at the threat, knowing it was empty and mostly a joke. It made her smile a bit, seeing him smile and laugh. He was always like a brother to her and she missed seeing him so happy. A lot of them haven’t been able to feel that way for a while now. Not since Thomas showed up and shucked it all up, anyway. 

“He understands why you hate him.” Y/N was caught off guard, lost in her own head when Newt broke through.

“I don’t hate him, I just…” There wasn’t really a word for it. It was like Thomas was made specifically to boil the blood in her veins and ignite a fire in her stomach that was begging to rage. He knew exactly how to get under her skin and press her buttons, and most of the time he wasn’t even trying.

“You two are a lot alike actually.” Newt let out a chuckle and ignored the hard stare directed at him. “You’re both stubborn as bulls, reckless too. Jumping into things without thinking clearly. You’re guided by emotion rather than logic, but there’s nothing wrong with that.” He turned his head to face his friend and curled up the corner of his lip. “Go get some sleep, we’ve all had a long day.” Newt patted her shoulder and limped off, leaving her alone in the room that now felt huge.

Y/N wasn’t really that tired, so she decided to go around to her favorite spot by the water that she found when they first arrived. The way the moonlight danced on the water in the darkness created the illusion of twinkling lights and reminded her of looking up into the sky in the glade. She hopped down from the ledge onto the sand and trotted through the thick and moist beach towards the large rock that always managed to be warm despite the sun. When it finally came into view, she halted in her tracks.

Of course, Thomas would fucking be there, laying on her rock in her secret spot. A low grumble resonates in her chest as she clenched her fist and stomped towards him. He heard and sat up hazily, having been lost in the limbo of sleep and consciousness.

“What? Who’s...oh. It’s you.” He laid back down, resting his head on his arms that were raised over his head.

“That’s my spot.” Y/N spoke through gritted teeth and clenched fists, trying not to punch him.

He lifted his head slightly and opened one eye, looking Y/N over and then let his head fall back down. “I don’t see your name on it.”

Y/N’s jaw went slack as she let out a small whine of protest, which seemed to put a shit-eating grin on Thomas’ face. Despite being pissed as hell, she couldn’t deny that his smile, with the crescent eyes and the way the moon illuminated his face, was...beautiful. No. No no no no. She’s mad and he’s an annoying little shit that gets everybody hurt or killed. Okay, good. She couldn’t stand the thought of actually being attracted to him.

“You know, Newt says-” Thomas was cut off by her.

“Newt says a lot of things.” Despite being so close to him, Y/N still couldn’t help but feel the rise of annoyance as she rolled her eyes.

Thomas sat up on his elbows and looked over at Y/N. The way he looked at her, and the light of the night with the waves crashing, for some reason it made her feel vulnerable. She moved her arms that were crossed on her chest down to wrap around her stomach. Thomas tilted his head in the most quizzical of ways like he was trying to decipher her. She was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve, but so terribly wanted to. 

Tired of being gawked at, Y/N took the few steps between them and leaned against the large boulder, her back mostly facing Thomas. She looked up to the sky that was mostly black and empty and let out a sad sigh. She missed the stars, but since they left the maze they seemed to have all died out.

“I know, I miss them too.” Y/N shot a look over her shoulder at Thomas who was looking up. She couldn’t help but linger her gaze on him, he looked so...broken. He must have felt her stare because the muscles in his arms flexed under his weight as he shifted uncomfortably. His jaw clenched, but he still kept looking up, searching for something they both knew he’d never find.

“Why do you want to save Minho so bad?” He broke his lock on the sky and looked at her like it was the stupidest of questions, which it was. “I mean, I know why, but he’s probably dead. We haven’t heard anything about him in months and-”

“He’s alive.” Thomas laid himself back down flat against the rock. “I know it, I can feel it in my gut.” He spoke like it was the truth, something factual rather than the simple feeling that it really was.

“Yeah, but what if he’s not? Are you willing to risk our lives, your life, for someone who may not even be alive?”

He sat up fully and his eyes were dark and full of emotions she couldn’t quite decode. His posture changed to confidence and purpose. “Minho would do it for me.” He looked out to the ocean and crossed his legs, letting his elbows rest on them, placing his cheeks between his hands.

Y/N couldn’t argue with him there. She had known Minho longer than Thomas, and if there was one thing he’d never do, it would be leaving a friend behind. Thomas scooted over and patted the hard surface next to him. She examined the spot and looked up to him, questioningly. He gave her a small smile and she climbed up next to him. There was silence between them, not having much to say, as they shared the space and took in the sea and its illusion of stars.

“I’m going,” Thomas spoke softly as he continued to stare out at the water. They could hear the waves lapping against the stone as his words echoed. Y/N wasn’t entirely sure what he meant. Was he going now? Going to sleep? He looked up and his lips turned down, eyes full of sadness and it hit her. He was going to the last city, alone.

“What!? You can't go! Did you not hear Vince? It’s a suicide mission!” Y/N surprised both of them at her exasperation to get Thomas to stay. I mean, sure she didn’t like the guy, but it’s not like she wanted him dead.

He looked at her and pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. “I don’t care. I have to at least try.” The look in his eyes was pitiful and unrelenting. The decision was made, and once he made his mind up on something, there was no use arguing with him.

“If you want to die, that’s fine, I won’t be a part of it.” Y/N hopped down from the rock and started to walk away hurriedly. “But I’m telling Vince.” 

Thomas’ eyes grew wide and he jumped from the rock and chased after her. “No! You can't say anything!” He grabbed her arm and she reactively spun around, landing a solid punch in his gut. Thomas grabbed his stomach and took a step back, grunting in pain. She rolled her eyes and turned to continue walking when Thomas ran up behind her and tackled her to the ground.

“What the fuck, Thomas!?” She struggled but managed to spin around, her back to the sand and Thomas hovering over top her, caging her in with his arms as they held her wrists down over her head.

“I can't let you tell anyone before I leave!” His hot breaths were huffing into her face, a contrast to the cold breeze that had chilled the air.

Y/N looked up at him in frustration and confusion, but mostly at herself. Her eyes flitted down to his lips for the slightest of seconds, but she had to throw those thoughts from her mind. Sorry, Thomas. She slammed her head up into the boy’s nose and he let out a shout as he flew back, grabbing his face and releasing his grip on her arms. She wiggled out from under him and stood up to keep going, but a hand wrapped around her ankle and she face-planted into the hard earth and let out a groan, rubbing the sore spot on her head.

Thomas climbed up on top of her, straddling her waist from behind. He held her wrists to her side this time, avoiding the possibility of her bucking her head back and hitting him in the face again. She writhed underneath him and fought as best she could, but he was stronger than her. It didn’t help that he had the advantage either.

“Are you jacked!? Let me go you little shuckface!” She let out screeches and shouts as she struggled, but it was no use. She gave up and relaxed under him. “Well, you can't hold me down forever! What’s your plan here slinthead?”

Thomas didn’t reply, obviously trying to make this shit up as he went along. He pinned her arms behind her back and stood up, making a grunting noise as he pulled her up with him. “Oh, now he’s the quiet brooding type. Couldn’t get you to shut up for the life of me in the glade, but now you got nothing to say?”

“Shut up.” He grunted through his teeth as he pushed Y/N forward a bit, jerking her around as they walked. He still had her arm pinned behind her back and it was getting kind of painful now.

“Where are you taking me? Are you gonna kill me? Didn’t think you’d have the balls. Well, actually with all the people you’ve killed over the last year, it probably won’t be that hard.” Thomas threw Y/N up against the wall of one of the buildings as they passed through the camp and her head bounced off, now throbbing in two places. She slammed her eyes shut and grabbed the back of her skull as Thomas slammed his hands into the wall on either side of her face. His body was pressing into hers and she could feel every muscle tense as he gritted his teeth and flared his nostrils.

Their faces were inches apart as he growled at her. “I’m getting fucking tired of you reminding me how many mistakes I’ve made!” She has seen him angry like this before, and it was intense, but to have it directed at her, if she was less of a stubborn mule, she probably would have klunked her pants. Thomas was like a raging sea when he was truly angry, everything in his path swallowed up and demolished. He had so much anger, so much hate towards WCKD and himself that when he reached a tipping point it would all spill out like an erupting volcano, and Y/N just happened to be in his path.

“You walk around, talking shit about me to everyone and I can’t take it anymore! You think I don’t carry those people with me, that I don’t know the lives I’ve cost!? I didn’t want any of this! I never asked for it. I didn’t want to be the leader! That’s Minho’s job, but for some God-forsaken reason, everyone but you thinks I’m some savior. I just want to save my friends! I just want to get as far from WCKD and this fucking place as I can! The last thing I need is you reminding me how royally I’ve screwed up every five seconds!” He pulled her off the wall, she was mostly shell shocked from his burst of fury. He gripped her bicep tight enough to leave a bruise as he guided her further through the camp. “But first, I’m getting Minho.”

They traveled the rest of the way in silence which was preferred by Thomas since he was trying not to wake up anyone anyways. They made it to the small building that Thomas had claimed as his own and he shut the door behind them. He pushed Y/N down forcefully on his excuse for a bed and she sat there, still and silent. Thomas paced and ran his fingers through his hair as his mind raced a million miles a minute.

Y/N gulped and wasn’t entirely sure what to say to keep him from exploding again. It wasn’t that she feared he would hurt her, she knew he wouldn’t, but she feared to see him like this. Seeing him like a rabid dog biting at the ankles of anyone who caught his eye. Thomas grabbed a shirt from the floor and ripped off a piece and grabbed her arm, pulling her up the bed.

“Are you serious? You’re tying me up?” Thomas glared at her and then proceeded to tie her wrist to the post of the bed. “Kinky.” Her words were meant to antagonize him, and it worked as he visibly clenched his jaw in vexation. He got up and started to walk around the room when Y/N cleared her throat and waved her hand at Thomas. “Well you’re not very bright, are you?” He looked at her with bewilderment and she rolled her eyes. “My other hand. What’s to stop me from untying your sad excuse for a knot?” Thomas growled under his breath, mostly at himself for not thinking about that possibility. He ripped off another strip of cloth and tied her other wrist to the opposite bedpost.

She wasn’t entirely sure why she was helping him, but she was starting to find this entertaining. Seeing him sputter around in an attempt to get himself killed and digging himself into a deeper hole. Y/N watched him with enjoyment as she crossed her ankles and relaxed against the headboard. He was scurrying around the room like a squirrel, trying to find things and stuffing them into a bag.

“So you’re just gonna leave me tied up when you leave until someone finds me, huh?” Thomas looked over his shoulder and huffed as he continued to rummage through his belongings. “Don’t forget your jacket, might get a little chilly.” He stood up from where he was squatting and threw his bag down hard on the ground and curled in his lips with impatience.

“Keep talking and I’ll gag you!” 

“Ooo, promise?” Thomas shot daggers as he glinted his eyes and growled. Y/N just smiled and wiggled her head in triumph. “If you wanted to get me into bed, all you had to do was ask.” Thomas rolled his eyes and turned to keep packing. She was getting bored of the silence and made an attempt to rile him up again.

 “Some of the boys in the glade used to talk, you know?” Thomas ignored her as she rambled on. “Apparently you weren’t very quiet when you used to, you know?” Thomas turned to her with curiosity. Since her hands were, tied she couldn’t make the motion, so she thrust her hips up twice, but he got the idea. His eyes went wide and he froze in place. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his discomfort. “I overheard Jeff telling Zart about how they accidentally saw you in the woods rubbing one out and when you came you said my na-”

“SHUT UP!” Thomas grabbed what was left of the shirt from the end of the bed and shoved it into Y/N’s mouth. She just laughed through the fabric, her enjoyment muted. His cheeks were so pink that they looked like they were hot to the touch and it was almost adorable how flustered and embarrassed he looked. He was sitting on the side of the bed, his back mostly facing Y/N and his head hanging low in shame.

Finally, his cheeks turned from pink to red and he looked to her as he stood. “Well, what do you expect with you prancing around the glade in those short shorts and spaghetti-strap shirts!?” Y/N’s face went from amused to resentful. She tried defending herself through the cloth but all that came out was stifled noise. Thomas threw his arms up and huffed in annoyance, then grabbed the shirt from her mouth.

“I said, you fucking misogynist, that it was fucking hot out while I was working, unlike you who avoided his duties like the plague! Besides, how is it fair for you to fucking say shit like that about me when you paraded yourself around in those pants that clung to your ass while you were shirtless? Do you think I liked staring at your abs as sweat rolled down them?” Both of them were stunned into silence, Y/N realizing what she said and Thomas just amazed that she even thought about him like that. 

They both stared at each other, Y/N turning flushed and Thomas trying to hold back his smile. “Shut up!” She pushed her leg out to the side as she kicked him as hard as she could in the leg. He shouted at the impact and bent over to grab the spot that now throbbed.

“You’re such a violent little shit!” He hollered at her, referring to their brawl earlier.

“Yeah? Imagine me in bed.” Her words were sultry and aimed at being intimidating, but Thomas just smiled the most devilish grin. 

“I already have.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and blushed as she turned her head against her shoulder in the opposite direction of Thomas in protest. After a moment she looked back since he was so quiet and he was still standing there, looking at her with hunger and gnawing on his bottom lip. She narrowed her eyes and couldn’t help but look down and noticed the bulge in his pants. Her eyes went wide and she gasped as she went to kick him again. He yelped and swatted her foot away. “What the fuck, Thomas?”

“What!? You’re the one who said to imagine you in bed!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re such a whore!” Thomas had a smile of amusement at being called a whore like it was a funny joke. Y/N just huffed and turned her eyes up in annoyance. 

“C’mon, you haven’t thought about me?” Thomas sat on the edge of the bed, keeping distance between them in case she wanted to kick or headbutt him again.

“God no!” Her words were firm and strong, but she was betrayed by her face. His lips went dry at the lie and she licked them unknowingly as her eyes darted to his. She blushed and looked away quickly to avoid any further incrimination, but Thomas grabbed her chin and turned her back to face him. His face was so close to hers now, them only needing to whisper to communicate.

“Tell me, what did you imagine? Do you think about my thick cock while you had your fingers inside yourself?” She shuddered at his words and her mouth was like a desert, begging for water. Her lips were parted and she couldn’t gain control of her tongue as she searched his eyes, full of need and hidden desire. He licked her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue and a chill coursed through her. He pulled away and her face followed, but was she restrained by the ties on her wrists. She let out a small whine at the loss of his mouth. Thomas bit his lip and chuckled. “If that’s how your lips taste, I bet the rest of you tastes just as amazing.” His hand rested on her bare calf and trailed its way up her leg until it reached her thigh where the hem of her shorts began.

Her hot, panting breaths were mixed with his, their lips nearly touching. She wanted desperately to close the minuscule distance between them, but couldn’t make her body move, frozen under his touch. Thomas went in, but just before their lips connected he tilted his head and collided his mouth with her neck. She let out a gasp at the sudden feeling of his warm lips against her chilled flesh. He kissed and sucked at the spot just below her jaw as she leaned back, giving him more access. He worked his way down to the pulse in her neck and bit down, then licked over it to alleviate the red marks. The mix of pain and pleasure, hot and cold, had her rubbing her thighs together in search of friction. Y/N let out a small moan into Thomas’s ear and his hand made its way further up her leg. He continued to lick and nip at her neck, leaving marks and right before his hand reached her core he pulled away.

Y/N let out a whine of protest at the loss of his warmth as he stood up and started to walk away. She was finally able to find her voice, but just barely. She croaked out in a pant, “You can’t just do that.”

“Can’t I?” A smile crossed his lips and the asshole had the nerve to wink. She pouted and huffed in retaliation and Thomas was now standing at the end of the bed, his legs touching the mattress, directly vertical to her. “I’m not going to just give you what you want. You have to work for it, Princess.” Y/N’s eyes went wide, seeing him like this, so domineering. The last thing she ever expected was for him to be authoritative in bed, let alone letting herself be subdued by him.

Thomas was such an arrogant little shit, he got into crevices that she didn’t even know she had. Working his way through her walls and made her squirm. She tugged at the cloth around her wrists, digging into her flesh and creating a pleasurable sting, wishing she could jump on him. She’s not entirely sure if her desire is to jump his bones or beat his ass though. He laughs and leans over her feet, placing his hands on the mattress. “Come on, baby girl, beg.” He took his time saying the last word, allowing the ‘g’ to bounce off his tongue.

“I don’t fucking beg!” Y/N spit at Thomas and the wet hit his chin. He grinned and stood up as he wiped it from his face with his finger, then placed it in his mouth. He sucked on it and let it out with a pop. Even if her tongue wouldn’t beg, her eyes sure did. “Fucking Christ…” she mumbled under her breath, but he still heard and chuckled.

Thomas places his hands on her ankles and slowly slid them up the length of her legs, maintaining eye contact. He placed his knees on the bed and was straddling the lower part of her body. When his fingers reached the waist of her pants, he curled his fingers into the band and looked her in the eyes. His digits against her flesh were thrilling and like fire coursing to her core. He searched her eyes for protest, but Y/N bit her lip and gave him the slightest nod. He smirked and looked down as he dragged the clothing off her hips. The tug pulled her down slightly, now resting on her tailbone instead of her ass. He pulled her shorts all the way off with her shoes and let them drop to the floor.

Y/N crossed her legs, feeling vulnerable, but Thomas leaned in and forced them apart by her knees. She dragged her legs up, placing her feet flat on the bed as Thomas’ fingers trailed up her thighs, leaving a trail of fire. He leaned down, his heat breaths against the inside of her legs. He kissed and licked at the warm skin and left bruising marks as he sucked into it. His mouth made its way up painfully slow to her sex when he blew cold air across it. A shiver radiated up her spine and left her feeling dizzy at the mix of everything.

Thomas kept licking and sucking everywhere around her core, the place where she so desperately wanted him to be. Her hips bucked up uncontrollably whenever he got agonizingly close, but he would always move away. “Thomas..” His name was breathy and needy, a plea for him to stop being such a tease. He moaned at the sound of his name on her lips and it reverberated through her skin as he continued to kiss and she felt it in her core. The stimulation causing her to whine. 

“Tell me what you want, Princess.” His words vibrated against her flesh as he refused to release his lips. 

Y/N let out a couple hearty breaths when she finally panted out, “Fuck me with your tongue, you prick!”

Thomas dove into her core without hesitation and the sound that came from her was somewhere between a screech and a gasp. His tongue lapped up around her entrance, licking up all the wetness he caused. He hummed at the taste and it sent shivers through her body and down to her toes. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He licked a stripe up to her clit and clamped his lips around the nub as he sucked hard. The pressure around it was inciting, but then he started to flick his tongue across the bundle of nerves. The two sensations mixing together sent a warm thrill down to her bones as her back arched up slightly. 

The noises coming from Y/N were a mix of moans and gasps as his tongue worked on her fervently. He let go of her clit and replaced it with the pad of his finger, rubbing circles into it. He traced the ring of her entrance with the tip of his tongue until her hips bucked up and he penetrated, just like she had said she wanted him to. He thrust his tongue in and out, drinking up the dampness she was producing for him. “So wet. Taste’s so good.” The words vibrated through her core and a deep long moan was released. 

“Fi..fingers.” She struggled to get the word out, but Thomas knew what she needed. He placed his mouth around her nub again, sucking and flicking while his finger traced the place his tongue had been. He looked up at her through his eyelashes and watched as she writhed under his torment. She looked down at him and whined, so he gave in and pushed a finger inside her. He slowly pumped it in and out as she let out soundless gasps. He wiggled his finger, stretching her out and slid a second one in. He pumped as he sucked at her clit and her moans were constant now. Her body, unable to keep still, was beyond her control and fully reacting to everything that Thomas was doing.

He scissored his digits, widening her for his cock. “Are you gonna come on my fingers, baby?”

“Mhmmm” That was all Y/N could manage with all the sensations she was feeling. That fire building in her stomach was overflowing and begging to spill out. She was such a wreck that she felt like she was being torn apart. Thomas curled his fingers and pumped them vigorously as he kept his mouth to her bundle of nerves and hit that spot that triggered everything. His digits brushed across it once, twice, three times, and then the coil broke.

Thomas watched as Y/N let out a silent scream and threw her head back. He smiled at his victory and hummed around her clit, causing her body to spasm through her orgasm. He licked around his fingers, taking in all she had to offer. Pulling his fingers from her, she went limp on the bed, panting with her eyes shut and her wrists red from tugging at the ties around them. He licked his digits, eating up everything he could and couldn’t help but be smug at how well he unraveled her. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet babygirl. If I made you come that good on my fingers, I can’t wait to see you on my cock.” 

Thomas started to rub the all too obvious tenting in his pants and Y/N opened her eyes, panting, and looked at him in awe. He pulled off his shirt and, dear God those abs and his chest. He wasn’t chiseled or defined, but you could still see the muscles easily. There was a patch of hair between his pecs that spread down and across to his nipples that were hard pebbles. Y/N licked her lips as she thought about running her tongue across them. Her eyes found the thick brush of hair just below his belly button that led down to the band of his pants that hung low on his hips, showing off the ‘v’ that disappeared into his waistband. 

Y/N gulped as she rubbed her thighs together, becoming aroused again just by the sight of the man. He reached a hand down his pants and started rubbing, as she poked his legs with her foot. “Take. Them. Off.” Thomas smiled and did as he was told. His pants fell around his ankles as he stepped out, kicking off his boots. He pumped his cock, the flesh around his swollen head begging to be tasted.

He crawled onto the bed, his heavy dick hanging between his legs as he hovered over Y/N. She was licking her lips so much they were bound to become chapped. He laid his body on top of her, his cock resting against her pelvis. He reached a hand under her top, pulling the hem up to reveal her breast. The rough pad of his thumb brushed over the sensitive and raised peak, making her close her eyes. She let out a hot breath and Thomas took advantage of her open mouth. He plunged his tongue between her lips and swirled it around, filling her with her own taste.

Their lips smacked against each other, creating a dance of tongues filled with moans and whines. Thomas released her mouth and trailed suckling kisses across her jaw and down her neck until he reached her nipple. He took it into his mouth and thrust his hips forward, rubbing his shaft against Y/N’s all too sensitive clit. She shuddered and met his hips as she bucked up against him. He let out a deep groan at the friction he’d been craving so frustratingly and lightly bit down on the flesh next to her nipple in response.

“Untie. Me. Now.” Y/N huffed, trying to keep herself coherent enough to speak.

“Not yet.” Thomas purred into her ear and licked a long stripe from her jaw up to behind her ear that left chills on her skin as the cold air hit the wetness. She grunted in revolt at not being untied but was distracted as Thomas thrust his hips up again and she let out a hitched breath. He zoned in his focus on her nipple, sucking and nibbling until Y/N was writhing beneath him.

Thomas started to kiss her passionately in a chaos of lips, teeth, tongues, and saliva as he lifted his hand not preoccupied with her nipple to untie the fabric around her left wrist. She pulled her arm away at the freedom and immediately wove her fingers through his hair. He gave her other nipple equal attention when he switched hands to release her other wrist. It went for his ass without hesitation. She drew her leg up over his thigh as her fingers dig into the flesh on his behind. He moaned into her mouth at the feeling of her touch, not realizing how sorely he needed it.

His hips bucked up against her core rhythmically now as they deepened their kiss in a flutter of groping and tugging of flesh. “Fuck me.” Y/N spoke into his mouth and Thomas growled in response. He leaned up, pulled her shirt over her head and lined his cock up with her cunt. His head and shaft were already slick with her wetness from gliding across her core. He pressed the tip against the entrance and slowly pushed the head in. Y/N let out a moan as she felt him move deeper inside her, inch by agonizing inch. Halfway, he easily slid in until he bottomed out.

He kept still, taking in her heat around him and allowing her to adjust to his size. She whined when he was still for too long and the look in her eyes was all the answer he needed. He hiked her leg over his hip for a better angle and slowly pulled out until she was almost empty. He slowly pushed back in until their pelvis’ met again. He repeated this excruciating movement until she couldn’t take it anymore. She gripped the back of his head, intertwining her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to her. She kissed him hard and pulled on his lip with her teeth letting it bounce back with a plop. He let out a rumble in his chest and thrust into her hard. A small yelp escaped her chest and she dug her other hand into his shoulder. “Fuck.”

Thomas pulled out slow again, but rammed into her hard. He did this a few more times until he couldn’t take it anymore himself. He started to quicken his pace and Y/N’s head fell back as she clung to him. Her moans and grunts unrelenting, littered with profanities and his name, egging him on. “Oh fuck.” She forced out her words with each breath as he pushed into her like there was no room for them with him inside.

“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so fucking good.” Thomas let his head fall into the crevice of her neck as he pulled her other leg over his hip, the heels of her feet digging into the bottom of his ass. He mercilessly thrust into her, over and over, moving the bed along with them and they were both practically screaming now. “Christ, princess you’re so tight.”

Y/N couldn’t answer, her mind too wired and out of control, just like her body. She let out noises she couldn’t decipher and felt that heat in her abdomen start to boil like a hot white flame. They were both covered in sheens of sweat, and she watched as a bead dripped down Thomas’ temple. The vein in his neck was defined and strained, pulsing visibly. “I’m so fucking close.”

Thomas reached down between them and started to vigorously rub circles on her clit, he shifted his pelvis and with his next thrust hit her g-spot perfectly. “Holy..” She gasped out as the build-up reached its peak, the split moment of feeling lighter than air, her stomach jumping. “FUCK.” Her dams burst and she let out a long and gruff breath, exhaling hard as she came around his thick cock, her eyes and head rolling back.

Thomas could feel her clenching around him and the hot pressure sent him over the edge as he came inside her, letting hot spurts coat her walls. He took his fingers from her clit and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock as he milked out every last bit of his orgasm into Y/N. He collapsed down onto her, their bodies a mess of sweat, saliva, and come. They both panted and sighed as they let their bodies catch up to the moment, exhausted from what just happened.

Thomas got up and grabbed a cloth, dousing it in water, then cleaning up the mixture of come from Y/N. He cleaned off his limp cock and let it drop to hang between his thighs. He laid back down in the bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her as she curled up next to him. He reached over and played with the ends of her hair, examining her face. “I’m still leaving, you know.”

Y/N laid flat on her back and sighed. “I know.” She turned back into his side and looked up from his chest. “Let’s go get Minho, together.”

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Wrong Direction//Thomas AU

*not my gif*

A/N: So I am writing this for @writingsbychlo​ and her Tom-uary event. (check it out btw if you haven’t. Lots of amazing stuff.) It’s an au with an OFC because this baby is going to be more than one chapter long lol. I have never seen the movie so go easy on me if I mess up some things. Thank you to @dylinski​ for looking it over and Chloe for her amazing brainstorming ideas. Without further adue...my story. 

Description: Soulmates have existed since mankind was made. But with the outbreak of the Flare, the concept had been long forgotten...until now. 

@cxddlyash @xceafh @parker-potter @inside-alainas-mind @fullangelimagines  (if you would like to be tagged, message me.)

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Prologue 

The room was dark when Tommy snuck into it. It didn’t matter though, he had been in that specific place so many times he could probably navigate it with his eyes closed. He came up on the glass enclosed room where the scientists kept her. The figure that was lying on the bed was pulled up into a ball as if to try and vanish into nothing. Tommy’s heart clenched looking at the sight knowing that he had been part of the reason why you wanted to do nothing but disappear. Heading over to the keypad, he was about to enter his password to open the door when he heard footsteps. Turning around, Tommy’s eyes were wide as he expected guards to walk around the corner. When he saw Teresa’s worried face instead his breath released and his body relaxed as he went back to work. 

“Thomas, what are you doing?” The brunette ran over to the man as she watched him enter his code and swipe the card. “Stop. Tell me what you’re doing!” Teresa pleaded with him as she grabbed his arm. Tommy quickly yanked away as he pulled a pair of jeans and a tank top out of the bag on his back, ignoring the other girl. He didn’t want to talk to her or tell her his plan..he couldn’t risk it. Thomas also knew Teresa and that she wouldn’t stop till he told her. 

“I’m getting her out of here,” was all he said as he walked over to the door and slowly opened it. The figure on the bed had finally realized what was going on and started to turn over, blinking at the light that filled her room with the flashlight Tommy held. Hazel eyes were shielded by a pale hand, squinted as Tommy slowly walked closer to her. “Mick...hey it’s me,” he said carefully. He saw the confused look on her face as Teresa followed him in. 

“Tommy, you can’t just take her out of here. She’s important to us,” she whispered. Tommy waved her off as he kneeled in front of Mick.

“What do you two want? I thought the tests in the middle of the night were done for now?” The girl was tired and honestly after the day that she had, all she wanted to do was sleep for the next three days. “Tommy...you said that it was the last time for a long time.” Her voice never rose above a whisper as she felt his hand rest on her arm. 

“I know, and I’m keeping that promise. Get dressed..I’m getting you out of here Mikayla.” He spoke quickly as he shoved the clothes into her hands. Standing up, Tommy walked out of the room and to his desk in the lab as he grabbed another backpack from the drawers. 

“Thomas, you can't just take her away. We need her,” Teresa said as she tried to stop whatever the boy was doing. Tommy quickly shrugged off her attempts before looking at her. 

“No YOU need her. This isn’t right, none of this is,” he hissed back. Tommy always felt like something was off with WICKD from the moment they started experimenting. Once they figured out that some batches of DNA held the antidote to the Flare, they started experimenting. Some subjects were sent into the mazes...and some they just ended up running more tests on here. Tommy was Mikayla’s handler for the past few months, but he couldn’t do it anymore, not after other things came to light. Moving his sleeves up, Tommy reached for something else on his hand when Teresa grabbed his wrist.

“What is that?” Her voice was low and Tommy looked down at what she was staring at and stilled. He forgot that the crossed arrows were still on the inside of his left wrist. They had just appeared in the last week and it was then that he knew what he needed to do for Mick. Yanking his hand back, he grabbed his jacket and started back over to where the other girl was. 

“It’s nothing. Leave it alone.” He didn’t even bother to look at her as he walked to where Mikayla was standing. “Come on, put this on...we need to go before they switch shifts.”

Mick just stared at him with hard eyes. Only eight hours before he had been participating in torturing her and now he was helping her? “I don’t get it..why are you so intent on getting me out of here now?” She spent so long hating him to get through everything that him trying to save her was throwing her off. 

“Can you not argue for once in your life and just trust me?” Tommy asked quickly. “Please.” He held his hand out to her as he watched Mick deliberate if she wanted to take it. It felt like an eternity had passed before he felt her warmth and folded his fingers around hers. It was almost like a jolt of electricity went through them. It was the first time he had ever touched her bare skin without wearing gloves of some sort. Mickayla looked up at him with wide eyes but before they could say anything they heard voices. Tommy looked around and noticed that Teresa was gone and cursed as he gripped Mikayla’s hand tighter and ran to the side door of the lab with her. Running down the hallway, they could hear the guards shouting into their radios that someone was missing from their cell and to start shutting off all corridors. 

“Tommy...we aren’t going to make it!” Micks voice wasn’t above a whisper but he could still hear the hysterics in it. Running down a hallway, he pulled her into an alcove as they tried to wait for guards to pass. Her body was pressed close to his and he could feel her shaking as his arms wrapped around her. Mick attempted to slow her breaths with the techniques she used when being tested on. 

“Mick..I will get you out of here, I swear.” He whispered looking down at her face. Moving the hair from her eyes he pressed a quick kiss on her forehead and looked around. “I promise..I’m not leaving you here to die.” 

 The kiss shocked Mikayla more than anything. More so because she didn’t expect the rush of emotions to follow from it. Looking down she noticed the symbol that appears on her right wrist appeared on her left. Having symbols on your wrists wasn’t unusual, it meant that you found your soulmate. But only if it was on your left wrist...if it was on your right then that meant it was your enemy. And Mick hated Thomas..or so she thought. 

Before she could process what was going on, Mick felt Tommy grab her hand and drag her down the corridor. There was a door at the end and for a second she thought that they would actually get out of there alive. That hope was dashed when it opened and three guards came through. 

Tommy grabbed Mick and shoved her behind him as the guns pointed their way. More guards poured in behind them and the sound of clapping echoed through the hallway. Tommy turned around and noticed Jansen walking slowly towards them, applauding them as a grin spread across his face. 

“Well done, Thomas. You have managed to break even the lowest standards that we held for you,” he said as he stopped a few feet away, hands behind his back. Tommy made sure that Mick was out of Jansen’s line of sight but it didn’t help. “What did you think would happen? You would escape and by some miracle be able to be free for the rest of your lives?” The rat faced man shook his head as he motioned to the guards behind the pair. “You should know by now that it doesn’t work that way. Besides, Mikayla there is part of the cure. She can help save us all.” 

“Or how about you go to hell and let us be on our way?” Tommy spat out as he shrugged his shoulders. His attempt to look like he didn’t care that they were surrounded was failing. Feeling Mick slipping from his grasp, Tommy quickly turned and noticed her being dragged away in a feeble attempt to fight back. He knew that she didn’t have the strength, the amount of blood they took from her that day made sure of that. “LET HER GO!” He yelled as he headed straight for them. Tommy reached his hand out and almost had Mick’s in his when he felt a blow on the back of his neck causing him to go down. 

“Tommy!” Mick yelled. She tried so hard to fight, but the running had sapped whatever energy that she had left. She felt a man’s arms wrap tight around her as another one stepped up and drove a needle into her neck. Whatever was in it worked quickly as the girl started to slump down in the guards arms. Tommy watched in horror from his spot on the ground as someone threw her over their shoulder. He tried to get up to run to her when he was knocked down again, this time Jansen was right over him. His boot dug into the middle of Tommy’s back as he pushed him back down. “This is the last time you disobey us, Thomas.” He whispered in his ear. When Tommy tried to struggle more, Jansen saw the mark on his arm. Pulling the boy up, he shoved him into a guard who incapacitated him as the older man walked over to the girl that was passed out. Lifting her arm up, a sinister smile spread across his face once more. 

“You were right Teresa, he did let his feelings get involved.” 

Tommy’s head popped up at the name and noticed the girl walking over to the group. Her eyes were red rimmed with tears as she avoided his. “Teresa, why? You know this isn’t something that we can continue,” Tommy yelled. 

“I’m sorry Tommy,but WKCD is good.” The words fell from her lips and Tommy felt nothing but rage. 

“Take her away! Burn the mark off her arm before she wakes up, I don’t want her remembering anything that happened.” Jansen said as the guard walked away with Mick. 

“NO...GET BACK HERE!” Tommy yelled as he struggled against the guard holding him down. “I'm going to kill you, Jansen.” Tommy was shoved to the ground and flinched as he felt another needle go into his neck. The drugs were fast acting as his eyes started to droop. Jansen’s face was the last thing he saw before the darkness overtook him. 

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Idle Worship - Thomas

Part One: Idle Worship

//Series Inspo: @writingsbychlo​ // Series Tags: @writingsbychlo​ @dylinski​ @moongoddesskiana​ @technolilly​ //

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 8,800

Summary: Y/N had it all, then she had nothing. After escaping WICKED and the Maze, her and Group B travel the Scorch. When Sonya brings Group A to her, Y/N feels a spark of familiarity. Little does she know that Thomas feels the same thing. But is that spark enough to bring them back together or is it just Idle Worship?

“And who’s this?” You asked, gesturing to the group of boys in front of you. Of course Sonya would bring a rag tag group of boys to you.

“They’re my new friends.” She explained with a nervous smile. You had to keep from rolling your eyes. “They need our help. I figured if anyone could do anything for them, it’d be you.”

“We all need help, Sonya.” You commented before sighing heavily. Your eyes scanned the group and you found one to stand out. He was a bit taller, dark brown hair that fell across his forehead. Hazel eyes that looked at you with hope, admiration even. It made you feel something that you didn’t like. “A group of boys, huh?”

It felt like there was a word on your lips. You could taste it. His name, maybe. You felt like you knew him. But you knew no one.

“Standing here like I'm supposed to say something?” You asked the pretty one. You had decided to call him Pretty Boy from here on out. “Don't hold your breath, I never said I'd save you, honey.” You shook your head and he nearly smiled. “You can stay, I guess. You’re gonna have to help out if you want any of the benefits. No one’s here for free so don’t expect to sit on your asses and if you even look at my girls sideways, I will not hesitate to-” Your warning voice was cut off by one simple word.

“Y/N..”

The name rolled off his tongue with ease. He didn’t even have to try to figure you out. It felt like he had known you for his entire life, even though he only remembered the past month or so of his life. You were the only thing that seemed familiar, that seemed comfortable. He felt whole when you looked at him, as if he was missing a piece missing until he saw your eyes, heard your voice. It felt so natural for your name to fall from his lips, a name it seemed like he had said a thousand times over. A name he had whispered when you two were alone, a name he had shouted when they took you from him, a name he had moaned in the nights you snuck out of your room to see him. A name that had been plaguing his mind for days but he just couldn’t figure out. But now, now it all made sense.

Your body ran hot, every nerve suddenly on fire. Hearing your name come from his lips, it sent a sensation down your spine that you couldn’t place. You wanted to hear it again, and you wanted to punch him right in his pretty face. You felt some sort of connection to him, some sort of want to be near him. But you also felt a strange violation. This boy, the beautiful stranger, knows your name made you feel like you didn’t even really own your name.

“Excuse me?” You stepped closer to him. Your head tilted back slightly to look him in the eyes. His were wide with shock, maybe even fear. You glared heavily, waiting for him to answer you. “Who told you that? Where did you hear that name?”

“No- No one. I didn’t hear it from anyone, I swear.” He stammered. “I just... guessed?” He lied.

“Guessed?” You scoffed, poking a finger into his chest. “Nobody guesses that spot on, you moron. Just keep your guesses to yourself from now on, alright? I don’t know you. You don’t know me. And we’re going to keep it that way. So shove it and let’s try to stay alive.”

“I’m Newt.” The blonde one spoke up, an accent tinted his voice. Well, he was cute too, but he wasn’t the one you were looking for. You didn’t step away from Pretty Boy, and you noticed he didn’t step back either. You were holding your ground. You had no idea what he was up to, but two could play games. “That there is Thomas.” He pointed to the one who called you out. You liked Pretty Boy better, but for some reason, you could imagine yourself whispering his name at night, panting his name on other nights, or happily saying his name. You buried the thought and kept moving. “This is Minho. We just left the Ma-”

“The Maze.” You finished, nodding slowly. You thought you felt fingers graze the back of your hand, your fist clenching slightly but you kept composure. “Yeah, same here. You must be Group A. We’re Group B. We’re just like you, but smarter. And switch the genders. I’m Y/N, like your friend said. That’s Sonya, the one who brought you here. Back there is Harriet.”

“Do you know what’s out there?” Minho asked, nodding towards the wide open desert.

“Could be anything.” You said casually, waving a hand for them to follow as you headed back to your girls. They all looked surprised at your casual demeanor. “But it could also be nothing… Don’t seem so shocked. Stick around, you'll see you're not the only one who's hopeless. They’re not all as bleak as I am. Go on, introduce yourselves and make friends… It’s gonna be a long ride.”

Days passed after the boys joined the group. They got along well enough with your girls, some more talkative than others. The boys brought out some sides of the girls that you had never seen before, some a little flirtatious even. Good for them.

 As much as you hated to admit it, having boys around was helpful. They were willing to do the work that took more effort, carrying your supplies and keeping watch at night. You weren’t their biggest fan, but you had to admit it made the Scorch more bearable.

“Y/N?” The boy asked as he ran to walk next to you. You had been walking a few feet ahead of the group, making sure that no one could hear if you began to question yourself and to ensure you could keep an eye out for anything dangerous. You sighed to yourself before turning your head, not breaking stride.

“Sorry, what was your name again?” You teased.

“T-Thomas. My name is Thomas.” He stammered nervously.

“Hmm.” You nodded. “Is there something you need from me or are you just here to be nosy?”

“I just wanted to say…” He trailed off. You glanced over, noting Newt and Minho whispering between themselves and pointing to Thomas. You figured they forced him to come talk to you.

“Yes?” You said simply.

“I never got the chance to thank you.” He said with a shy smile.

You felt a slight heat climb your neck so you adjusted the collar of your jacket as casually as you could. It was strange, talking to Thomas. He felt so familiar, but so foreign. Like the only piece of your past life that was still intact. But there was no way. WICKED destroyed your past. You had no past. But that couldn’t erase the fact that some part of you wanted to keep him around. 

“It’s nothing.” You waved him off. “Having you guys around has taken some of the load off my girls so, I guess I should be thanking you.” You shrugged easily, even though the words made your stomach tighten. “Besides, they enjoy having you here. I was out-voted either way.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you enjoy having us here?”

“Sure.” You shrugged, thinking of a bigger picture. “Like I said, you help my girls a lot.”

“I think there’s something more to that.” He teased, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Are you insinuating something?”

“I saw the way you looked at us, at me.” He clarified, now facing you. When you didn’t look back, he stepped in front of you. You stopped your steps, glancing over your shoulder to see the group had stopped a few feet back. There were whispers of shock, wondering what either of you would do. “Tell me you don’t feel anything. Tell me this is all in my head, and I’ll leave it alone.”

You took a step closer to him, several of your girls gasped. You couldn’t tell if it was from concern as to what you’d do next or excitement as to what you’d do next. Thomas licked his lips slightly, trying to keep his coy smile down. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and quirked an eyebrow.

“Is there something you want to say to me?” You asked in as sultry a tone as you could muster. If Thomas wanted to play games, you could play too. “Because as far as I’m concerned, you’re just a pretty face in a desert wasteland.” You winked with a smirk.

“Y/N, you might not remember it now but I’m your-”

“No, I know exactly who you are.” You cut him off, his eyes went wide with hope. “You’re a teenage boy who got a look in the mirror for the first time that he can remember and you know that you’re good looking.”

“You think I’m good looking?”

“You think you can come here, take advantage of the fact that I don’t remember my life before this, and con me into something. So what, you want me to sleep with you? Want me to help you feel something?” You pressed, inching closer. Thomas hadn’t even realized he had leaned in towards you. “Not. Gonna. Happen. You pull your weight or you’re gone.”

“No one’s here for free, right?” He said softly, using your words from when you first met him.

He knew there was something there, something between you two. Before he saw you, during his last few nights in the Glade, he was having dreams of a girl. Dreams where she would hold his hand, laugh at his jokes that weren’t all that funny, sneak out of her room to see him at night. He dreamt of the words she would tell him, a certain softness in her voice that only he heard. And call him crazy, but he heard that same softness in your voice, even if your words were sharp.

You simply rolled your eyes and kept walking.

“Did you remember anything?” He asked suddenly, mentally kicking himself. You looked at him quickly, eyes narrowed and mouth pressed in a fine line. “When you came up in the Box, I mean.”

“No, and what does it matter to you?” You carefully lied. Thomas could tell that was a lie. The girl he dreamt about, her eyes would flick to the floor and back when she lied. He only knew this because he remembered a time when they had gotten in trouble. It was his idea and she took the blame. Your eyes had done the same thing. You paused for a moment before sighing heavily, knowing Thomas was waiting for an answer. “Only my name and basic English.”

“Oh.” He replied. “I didn’t even remember my name… It came to me a while later.”

You nodded silently, hoping that would end the conversation. It didn’t.

“How long were you in your Maze?” He tried to get to know you. “I was the last one, right before Teresa.”

“I was the third one in.” You replied, all feeling in your voice suddenly gone. “The two before me, they died in the Maze not too long after I got there… Spent the better half of a month in that place alone.”

“I’m sorry..” He said genuinely. He wondered if that’s why you seemed so closed off, so tough.

“Don’t worry about it.” You shrugged again reclaiming your neutral demeanor. “Just gave me a reason to get out, I guess.”

“It always felt like there was something to come back to.” Thomas said with misplaced hope. “Or someone, maybe.” He hinted. “But no one was there...”

“And this is what the universe gave us instead, which isn’t really a fair trade, but no take backs.” You gestured to the wide desert in front of you, buildings looming in the distance. It was still a day’s walk away. “A word of advice, Pretty Boy.” You said suddenly, not even being sure of why you did.

Thomas blushed wildly, drawing a smirk from you. You rubbed your mouth quickly, covering your expression and recovering quickly. You didn’t understand what this boy was doing to you but maybe the universe had given you something good..

“Be sure to put your faith in something more.” You said, nudging him with your elbow, almost teasing him for his rosy cheeks. “I’m just a girl.”

“And you're not as alone as you feel.” Thomas added quickly before processing your words.

His steps faltered as he looked at you with slight shock. Thomas couldn’t believe it. Were you just nice to him? You kept stride as if nothing happened, a knowing smirk on your face. Thomas was determined after that, determined to get you to admit that you knew him. To admit that he mattered to you.

You would never say it to Thomas, but something about him was so familiar. It was welcoming, almost like home. A small part of you was ignited with hope, hope that your lost love wasn’t so lost after all. But you couldn’t jump to any conclusions. Nothing until you knew for sure. So until then, you had to keep him just close enough that you could figure it out but not too close that you’d get hurt.

The following day, you reached the city. You had set up camp on the third story of a tall building. You wondered what it had been used for. Fancy business executives that stayed late to finish paperwork by absurd deadlines maybe. You sat by a nearby window as everyone else slept. Newt and Harriet offered to take first watch, but you knew they were far too exhausted. You told them to rest, that you’d put them on second shift. Reluctantly, they agreed, which left you and someone of Newt’s choosing on first watch. Of course he’d choose Pretty Boy.

“There was a girl.” Thomas told you when he came to sit near you. He sat on the other side of the window, leaning against the wall and facing the sleeping crowd. 

“Hmm?” You hummed, having lost yourself in the open sky. The stars were bright that night.

‘Did you know that street lights blocked out stars? When there was street lights, at least.’ He had told you one night when you were looking through a small window in your room.

‘And how did they do that?’ You had laughed. ‘Stars are brighter.’

‘Yeah, but the street lights were closer to your eyes, right? So when the light from stars got to Earth, you were already seeing street lights.’

‘Interesting… But I doubt that’s the science behind it… You know, I like stars more than street lights. And the moon, I like the moon. It’s so pretty, you know? And peaceful.’

‘Sure. But you’re prettier.’

“Before all of this. I dream about her a lot...” His voice was soft, full of longing and a deep connection. “When I saw you, it made me think of her. I guess I had hoped you were her. I’m sorry if I came on too strong or made you uncomfortable.” He confessed.

You admired him subtly as he spoke. He looked so young, so innocent that it made your heart soft. You sat quietly and listened, noting the way the moonlight illuminated his side profile. The sharp angle of his jaw. The distant look in his eyes and how they glimmered in the moonlight. The shape of his nose, the curve of his lips. He propped a hand up on an upraised knee, and you watched the way his fingers moved. Flexing and counting something only he knew. His long, slender fingers casting new shadows. When he turned to look at you, you knew you were caught. You simply looked down at the ground, pressing your lips together in a line to hide your embarrassed smile. What you didn’t see was the small smile that Thomas had.

You almost felt sorry for him. You knew how empty that feeling could be, longing for someone you didn’t know. Longing for their memory. The thing about missing someone you didn’t remember was that you didn’t know what you were missing. It was just a constant lonely feeling, like a part of yourself was missing. But then again, when all your memories are taken, you always feel like something’s missing. But that other person, they could be enough to give you a full feeling. You could make new memories with them.

“It’s alright.. We’re all hoping for something good to come out of all this, right? You remember her name?” You asked, not feeling up to giving him a hard time and hoping he wouldn’t give you one either. The walk was long and boring. Your legs were achy, your shoulders tired from heavy backpacks. Despite it all, your mind wouldn’t let you sleep. You had finally gotten to somewhere relatively safe. You had to make sure everything was fine, at least for one night.

“No..” He said sadly. You wondered if he was telling the truth, and something about the tone he used made you think he was lying. “I just remember stuff about her. At least I think it’s about her.”

“Luckier than most.” You shrugged. After a moment of silence, you sighed and pulled your knees to your chest, crossing your arms over the top to lean your chin on. You could feel him looking at you expectantly so you answered briefly. “There was someone for me too, before this. At least it seems that way… Sometimes it feels like he’s just someone I imagined, to get me through all of this. Through that alone time.”

“Does he have a name?” Thomas nodded to you.

“Not one that I could tell you.” You smiled sadly, your heart aching at the thought of your seemingly lost love. “What do you remember about your girl?”

Thomas let out a long breath and shrugged slightly. “Oh man. She was.. the best.” He decided. He turned his body so he could lean sideways against the wall but look at you. “Always looked out for others. Prettiest thing you’d ever seen too. It was like nothing could take her down. She was invincible, honest but respectful. And humble. No matter what I told her, she’d laugh like it wasn’t true. I remember she would sneak out of her room just to see me. We would get into so much trouble.” He shook his head with a smile. “Like I said, you remind me of her.”

You noticed a softness in his eyes as he talked about his mystery girl. Your fingers itched to hold his hand, to gently run your fingers through his hair and hold him close. You discreetly pinched yourself, trying to push the thoughts away.

“There is something I remember… Something small, but it’s something.” You said slowly, thinking of the memory that haunted your sleep every night. You realized that was the first time you had spoken about him. None of your girls even knew about him. It hurt too much to think about, but with Thomas, it seemed so much more vivid but it didn’t seem to hurt as bad. “The last time I saw him, I think… It was really brief and I can’t remember what he looked like. But he said that when he saw me again - He was so sure he’d see me again - that everything would be okay. He told me that we would both know it…. That was before I went into my Maze, and now we’re out and there doesn’t seem to be any sign of him.” You took a deep breath to steady your chest and keep your sadness at bay. You couldn’t cry in front of Thomas.

“Maybe he’s here.” Thomas said with a reassuring smile, almost a knowing smile. “He could’ve been sent to my group.”

“That’s what I had hoped.” You shrugged, looking over to everyone sleeping. “But it doesn’t seem that way. When Sonya brought you all to me, I looked… And nothing seemed familiar.” Except maybe Thomas.

“Don’t give up yet!” Thomas said quickly. Too quickly, he realized. “I mean- Maybe he just doesn’t remember yet. You probably just need more time.”

“Or he’s dead, which is more likely.” You corrected, leaning your head on the wall behind you. Thomas looked at you in shock, seemingly surprised that something so bleak could come from your mouth. That definitely wasn’t the Y/N he remembered. “WICKED probably knew what we meant to each other, and decided to take it away. Permanently…” You paused, noticing the way he was looking at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“That was kind of dark.” He said softly.

You shrugged. “We all got problems, don’t we?” He shrugged lazily in response. “We all need heroes, don’t we?” You laughed bleakly.

“That’s what they see in you.” He admitted. “Your girls and my boys. Something like a hero..”

“But rest assured there’s not a single person here who’s worthy.” You shook your head, ignoring his attempted compliment. “I’m not a hero, Pretty Boy. None of us are meant for that.” You paused, leaning forward a bit. “Look, it’s just life now. I know that you're afraid to let all the dark escape you. But that’s really all that’s left nowadays.”

“But we could let the light illuminate these hopeless places.” He tried to cheer you up, looking to the moonlight that entered through the window.

“Sure, whatever you say, Thomas.” You shrugged with a small smile that you hoped he couldn’t see with your face hidden in the shadows. But he saw. Thomas always saw you, before the Mazes, even when you thought he wasn’t looking but especially now. “It’s, uh- it’s almost time to switch. You wanna get Newt and I’ll get Harriet?”

Thomas nodded silently and made his way across the group. It upset him to see you so hopeless. He knew that you were talking about him, but he also knew that you didn’t, or that you weren’t sure at least. He figured by the morning, you’d be back to your tough no-nonsense attitude. But seeing you the way you were tonight, it reminded him that you’re just as young as he is. It reminded him of why he loved you. He decided in that moment that he was definitely going to get you to remember him. There was no way you’d believe him unless you remembered it for yourself.

The building turned out to be the best place for you all for the few days you were there. You were high enough that you could see any incoming threats and be as loud as you wanted. There was enough space for everyone to relax, stretch their muscles, and act like kids. You almost convinced yourself that you all could stay there.

“We’ve gotta keep moving.” You said to the group early one morning.

“And go where?” Minho asked in disbelief. “You said it yourself when we joined you. There’s nothing out there.”

“WICKED will find us if we stay here too long.” You shook your head. “And if they do, we’re as good as dead.”

“No, I think she’s right.” Thomas agreed with you. You almost rolled your eyes. “We’ve gotta go.”

“And go where?” Newt repeated Minho’s question. “Tommy, this place is a bloody wasteland. We’re as good as dead no matter where we go.”

“Well then you can stay here and end up back at WICKED and be experimented on.” You began packing your stuff. “I’m not gonna be a lab rat anymore. Whether there’s anything else out there or not, I’m not gonna let myself get caught up in anything anymore. They’ve taken enough from me and if they want me again, it’s gonna be over my dead body.”

“Wait, Y/N.” Thomas placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’re just gonna leave? They need you. I-” He paused, almost regretting the next words. “I need you.”

You laughed dryly, gently pushing his hand away from you. Even though those words sparked something in you, you couldn’t explain it so you didn’t act on it. “You know, it’s such a long and awful lonely fall down from this pedestal that you keep putting me on.” Even though you meant the words, you felt bad for saying them. Some strange part of you was saying that you were being cruel to Thomas for no reason, that you could let yourself get attached to Thomas. Another said that you were being cruel so you didn’t get attached. 

“He’s right, Y/N.” Sonya added carefully. “We won’t survive without you. You got us out of the Maze. If there’s anyway to get out of the Scorch, we’ll need you to do that too. Please.”

You sighed, knowing that she might be right. “There’s a resistance group in the mountains. I heard some of the workers back at WICKED talking about it.” You explained slowly. “They’re called the Rightight Arm or something like that. That’s where I’ve been trying to take you all. It’s not necessarily a guarantee but it’s something.” You shrugged.

“And you want us to follow you out there with that Flare thing going around for that? For mountain people?” Newt mocked.

“If it’s okay, a little grace would be appreciated.” You sneered. “I didn’t have to take you boys in. I could’ve left you all out there for the Cranks. Hell, now I’m thinking that maybe I should’ve. But I didn’t. Besides, dipshit, if we were going to get the Flare, most of us would’ve by now. Didn’t you pay any attention in that compound before you got out? We’re immune.” You paused. “Well, most of us are at least.”

“What does that mean?” Minho asked, suddenly standing.

“It means any one of us could turn Crank overnight and there’s nothing any of us can do about it. Not here at least. If we could get to the mountains, that’s the best chance we have.”

“I’m in.” Aris said, causing everyone except you to look at him like he was crazy. “I don’t want any of us to die and I trust Y/N to get us out of here more than I trust you guys.”

“Much obliged, A.” You gave a slight nod.

“This is insane.” Newt shook his head.

“I’m not asking any of you to come with me. I’m not even sure there’s anything to go to, but you’re all welcome to come.” You shrugged. You snuck a peak at Thomas, wondering if he would come or stay, and you found him looking at you with wide eyes. A small smile graced his lips and you quickly turned away.

“What are we waiting for?” Thomas asked loudly. “Let’s go.”

“I’m not going.” Minho argued.

“You’re really going to throw a fit?” Harriet laughed. “You gonna cry too? I’m with Y/N, all the girls are.”

“It might be suicide.” You laughed with Harriet as Thomas and Newt joked with their friend. But Thomas’ words caught your attention.

“Aw, don’t cry, alright?” Thomas teased.

‘Don’t cry, alright? I’ll see you soon.’

‘But how will I know it’s you? They’re taking our memories. I can’t- I can’t lose you. Not after everything that’s been taken already. They can’t take you too!’

‘You won’t. Hey, they won’t, alright? You mean everything to me, Y/N. You’ll know it’s me when you see me. Trust me.’

‘I love you so much.’

‘I love you too.’

‘Be safe, T-’

“What did you just say?” You turned slowly.

Thomas looked at you with wide, confused eyes. You grabbed his wrist and pulled him with you. You pulled him around the corner and away from the rest of the group, who were chattering in confusion about your sudden actions. You didn’t want to make a scene, but the way Thomas said those words… It was all too familiar, like deja vu.

“Is it you?” You asked simply, knowing your eyes betrayed the desperation you felt. You pushed him by his shoulders, hoping to get some sort of response from him other than those damn puppy dog eyes. “Dammit, Thomas. Are you him?” Your voice broke.

“Am I?” He asked you carefully. He glanced down and saw you had two fingers hooked around his, the same way you did after WICKED had punished you two for holding hands. He chuckled slightly at the memory. “You tell me, Y/N.”

You paused, thinking for a moment. If it was Thomas, he would tell you. He promised you’d know when you saw him. There’s no reason to hide it from you. Unless he really didn’t know either. Maybe it was just a coincidence that Thomas lost a girl, and you lost a boy. You shook your head slightly, your tongue pressing into your cheek.

“Huh.. I guess not.” You scoffed, feeling a bit deflated. You pushed past him to join the still  arguing group. He was dead. And you had to accept that.

“It is me, Y/N.” He said when you were gone, the ghost of your touch still lingering on his hand. “You just have to tell me you know.”

You were all maybe a mile from the building when you heard the whirl of the engine. You stayed in front of everyone, your head on a constant swivel. You looked around every corner, down every alley, into every doorway to make sure it was safe to keep going. But the deep rumble from the sky behind you made you stop and turn. The helicopters were getting closer.

“Everyone go!” You yelled, the fear running through your veins in a hurry. “Get somewhere safe.” You ordered, gently pushing them as they ran past you.

“What about you?” Sonya asked, stopping in front of you as everyone else ran for cover in the nearest building.

“I’ll find you.” You answered quickly, watching the helicopters. “Keep heading to the mountains and I’ll find you. I promise.”

“Y/N-” She tried to argue.

“Dammit, Sonya. Go!” You shouted, pushing her by her shoulders. You offered a pleading look and she nodded slowly. “Keep them safe.” You said quietly.

The building you had spent the last few days in was now emitting white smoke. You heard gunshots echoing through the empty streets. You flinched and turned to make sure your group had gotten out of harm’s way. You saw the faint silhouette of forms running and you let out a sigh of relief.

When you turned back to see the building, it was collapsing. Harsh explosions sounded from the ground level, kicking up dirt and smoke. You stood frozen, fear tightening every muscle in your body.

You couldn’t go back to WICKED. They’d erase all of your memories again, force you to be compliant again. If you were lucky, they’d kill you. You saw the outline of soldiers leaving the debris, some dropping from the helicopter. You watched them turn slowly, red dots scanning the area until one landed on your chest. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath. If they took you, your friends would be safe. Sonya, Aris, Harriet, Newt, Minho, Thomas.

Suddenly, you were yanked to the ground as the bullet zipped by. You heard it cut through the air and land in the dirt. You looked up and saw Thomas kneeling beside you with furrowed brows. He flinched when the second bullet hit near his feet. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. You didn’t fight him. Instead, you grabbed his hand tightly and ran.

You two ran for what felt like an eternity before entering a dimly lit fallen building. Stepping carefully, the ground collapsed under you two. You both fell into the building’s basement, but you simply gasped to avoid alerting the soldiers. Thomas had grabbed you once he felt the ground go limp, pulling you close to him in an effort to keep you from getting hurt. You landed on top of Thomas and before he could comment on it, you covered his mouth with your hands.

Thomas laid there, rather content given the circumstances. He knew there people chasing you two, trying to capture you if not kill you. You were separated from your friends, stuck in the basement, practically trapped. But he couldn’t find it in him to be scared. He was too distracted by the feeling of your hands on his mouth, the pressure of your body on top of his, the slight squeeze your legs had on his hips. He was too lost in the way your hair fell over your shoulder and tickled his cheek, the way your head was tilted up and exposed your jaw, the way your eyes were darting. He hadn’t realized his hands had placed themselves on your hips, his fingers gripping you slightly.

“I think they’re gone.” You said quietly after an eternity of silence. You slowly leaned back into a sitting position, not fully processing that you were straddling Thomas, who did his best to silence his groan of pleasure at the new pressure on his hips. He knew you’d most likely punch him when you realized your position so he simply swallowed hard and bit his lower lip. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He breathed with a nod. “I’m all good.”

“You’re bleeding.” You noted, leaning down slightly to get a better look at the cut on his forehead. You gently pushed his hair off his forehead and using your thumb, you brushed the dirt away from the cut. “I have some supplies in my bag to use as a bandage.”

“I’m okay, Y/N.” He took your wrists in his hands and held them close to his chest. “I promise.”

“If you say so.” You sighed, giving a half smile and a chuckle. “You landed pretty hard though. Any dizziness? Headache? Blurry vision?”

“All good.” He grinned.

“Okay then.” You smiled a little wider. “Now, how are we gonna get out of here?”

Thomas propped himself up on his elbows, careful not to move you too much. He knew that any movement from you, or your hips specifically, and he’d lose his cool. He raised his eyebrows in acknowledgment, waiting for you to speak. He figured this would be the time where you started to talk out a plan to see what made sense and what didn’t.

“There’s gotta be stairs around here somewhere, or maybe this room leads somewhere.” You aimlessly spoke, sitting up on your knees to try to get a better look around. You placed your hands on Thomas’ shoulders for support and when you saw nothing but shadows, you sat back to where you were originally.

A small groan sounded from Thomas and you pressed your lips together as a devilish idea crossed your mind. You knew exactly what you were doing, exactly what position you were in. But as much as you knew you should get off, keep moving, pretend nothing happened, a loud voice in your head was screaming to do something. You gave in to your screaming thoughts and shifted your weight again, a smirk sliding onto your face when Thomas tensed.

“Y/N..” Thomas tried to talk, deciding it wasn’t the right time. As loud as his hormones and teenage mind was, he knew better.

‘Y/N.’ He had said when he pulled you into his room. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Well, the plan was to do you but if you don’t want to…’ You had teased.

‘And if we get caught?’ He had teased before he gripped your hips and pressed your body against the now shut door.

‘I won’t tell if you won’t.’ You had winked before he lifted you up so you could lock your legs around his waist. You had giggled as he carried you to his bed.

You leaned forward slightly, hands sliding up his chest and to the back of his neck. Your lips grazed his ear as you spoke. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” You said in a low, sultry voice.

“We shouldn’t.” Thomas reasoned, more to himself than to you. He wanted you. He wanted you in every way someone could want another person. He wanted to let his hands feel the familiar curves of your body, let himself hear the familiar moans and pleads leave your mouth, let himself give in. “Our friends..” 

“That’s what you’re thinking of?” You teased, your lips trailing down his jaw.. A familiar tingle moving down your spine and between your legs. “Come on, Pretty Boy. You know, you’re giving yourself away.” You chuckled.

“Wha-” Thomas started when he realized what you meant. He was hard. It wouldn’t have been the first time that thoughts of you had driven him crazy. But now, your gentle touches and flirty voice was pushing him faster than any day dreams of you had done before.

“I thought you hated me.” Thomas teased, a coy smile on his face as he gave into his desires. At least momentarily.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re so damn hot.” You flirted, rolling your hips slightly. “And familiar..” You admitted, hoping it would get Thomas to let go of his hesitations.

“So you do know who I am?” He asked, sitting up fully and putting his hands on the small of your back to keep you pressed against him.

“I do..” You nodded, leaning in slightly. “You’re an idiot.” You smirked.

“Come on.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “I’m serious.”

“Thomas, honey.” You tilted your head slightly. His pulse jumped at the way you said his name. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Of course, Y/N.” He nodded eagerly before pausing and glancing between your eyes and your lips. “Just… not here.” He shook his head, understanding that you didn’t remember him just yet. He sighed slightly, taking you by your hips and removing you from his lap. He stood and offered you a hand.

You nodded slightly, annoyed that Thomas had turned you down. It was easy to ignore the persistent thoughts of your lost love, to ignore the possibility that Thomas had meant something to you in the past. But the intrusive thoughts of sleeping with Thomas were harder to ignore, especially when you had just been straddling him. You gathered as much of your composure as you could as you stood, ignoring his outstretched hand. You two met eyes for a minute, a silence settling over you two. He could feel the annoyance radiating off you and opened his mouth to explain himself.

“Like I said, I won’t tell if you won’t.” You shrugged, heading in the direction of a very faint light. You pulled a flashlight from your bag and illuminated your walk.

“How are we gonna get back to the others?” He asked, pretending like nothing had happened.

“Relax.” You said simply, your voice lacking any emotion. “I’ll get us out of here.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He said quickly. “I just meant-”

“I don’t care what you meant, Pretty Boy.” You replied, keeping your eyes straight ahead. “Let’s just find a way out of here.”

Thomas walked next to you in silence, stealing glances occasionally. He wished he had given in. He wished he had taken the time to do anything and everything with you, but he knew it wasn’t right. It wouldn’t have meant the same thing to you as it did to him. Maybe it was selfish, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want you to regret anything, especially anything like that with him.

“Can you come down here and help me with this?” You commented from your kneeling position. There was a grate that lead to the sewer system. That was the light you saw.

Thomas snapped from his thoughts and helped you lift the grate. He hopped down first, ready to help you land if you needed it. You followed him down, landing unevenly and falling into Thomas. He caught you easily, arms wrapping around your waist. You pushed him off once you got your feet under you and kept walking.

A screech echoed down the tunnel and you stopped. You subconsciously reached out and grabbed his hand. Thomas laced his fingers through yours and squeezed slightly.

“That doesn’t sound good.” He said quietly.

“It’s probably not.” You swallowed. “I guess they’re full term down here… The Cranks.”

“It’s alright.” He said softly as he tugged you behind him. “We’ll get through it.”

You two carefully wandered the tunnels, keeping your light in front of you. You constantly checked behind you, hearing low groans and screams echoing through. You stayed close to Thomas. It felt safer being with him, and you silently thanked him for keeping a hold of your hand.

“So you think the Right Arm is real?” Thomas asked after noticing your hesitant steps. He thought that if he could keep you talking, he could keep you focused on him.

“I think they needed something more than that building.” You said slowly. “You saw WICKED take that building… Hope is a dangerous thing. It’s taken more of my friends than the Maze and the Scorch combined. But they needed something.”

A few minutes of walking later, you came across what looked like vines on the tunnel walls. It reminded you of the Maze, the thick Ivy that coated the massive concrete structure. These vines were black, seemingly dead. They stretched as far as your light could show you and it sent an eerie feeling down your spine. A mouse crawled out of a nearby opening, which caused you to jump and grab onto Thomas.

He chuckled slightly as you clutched his jacket and leaned into him. You kicked the rat away and let go of Thomas.

“You tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.” You threatened when you regained your composure.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” He smiled, offering you his hand again.

Just as you were about to take it, a sudden tear of the vines and squeak of the mouse stole your attention. You saw a humanoid figure erupt from the vines and bite the head off the mouse. Another broke free, a monster like sound coming from them.

“Thomas?” You whispered, reaching for his hand and finding it quickly. You began backing away as another fell from the same place the mouse came from.

“Let’s get out of here.” He answered in the same hushed tone.

You two turned and quickly broke into a sprint. You kept pace with Thomas, never letting go of his hand. Your boots slipped on the slick surface, but Thomas was there to catch you and keep you moving. The sickly groans and screams followed you. It was as if you could feel the Cranks breathing down your neck. You gripped his hand a little tighter, silently pleading for him to keep you safe.

It was that moment where it clicked. The feeling was all too familiar that you couldn’t avoid it any longer. Substitute the grimy tunnel walls for the sleek design of WICKED’s compounds and it’s the same. Holding his hand, running from something that had the potential to kill you. The way you naturally fell into stride with each other. You knew then that if you and Thomas made it out alive, you’d have to tell him that you just fell in love with him all over again.

Thomas stopped suddenly, causing you to hit the brakes as soon as you could. You had reached daylight, but the end of the tunnel was a free fall. One more step and you two were plummeting to the bottom of a gravelly pit. You quickly looked around, processing a new plan.

“We’ve gotta go up.” You said suddenly. You pulled him with you and only let go of his hand to begin climbing. You two waved through the debris, narrowly avoiding losing footing and slipping. The rubble crumbled around you two as you made your way into a fallen building, Cranks still following you.

Thomas kept pushing your forward, encouraging your climb. The higher you got, the less stable the rubble was. Every step was sketchy at best but you had to keep pushing. It wasn’t safe yet and any hesitation would get you both killed. Just when you were about to get breathing room, your footing slipped and you fell. You fell straight onto a thick paned glass window.

“Y/N!?” Thomas called out. “Are you okay? Hang on, I’m gonna find a way down.”

“I’m alright.” You groaned, ignoring the throb in your head and the warm, wet sensation sliding down the side of your face. You stared through the glass, noting just how high the fall was. You pressed your hand against the glass, causing small cracks to spider through.

“Don’t move, Y/N!” He called out, causing your attention to shift. “Don’t move, alright? You’re gonna be okay. I’m coming down.”

You turned back to the glass, slowly shifting your weight to your knees. You carefully pushed yourself to your feet, muttering words of caution to yourself as if that would keep the glass from shattering beneath your feet. You and Thomas could hear the glass cracking painfully slow beneath you. Thomas had made his way down to you and he was reaching for your hand.

“Come on, Y/N.” He said with a nod.

“I can’t.” You shook your head, fear paralyzing your body once again.

“Grab my hand, Y/N.” He pushed. “You’ve taken my hand a million times before, alright? It always works out for you when you do. Do it one more time.”

Your fingertips grazed his as a Crank came barreling down, knocking you back into the glass. Your back his hard, the Crank on top of you. You kicked him off and scrambled to try to reach Thomas. Your foot was yanked back just before you could get to him. As you were fighting off the Crank. Thomas slid down to the glass. He grabbed your arm and broke the glass under you. The Crank plummeted to the ground as Thomas kept a firm grip on your arm. You reached up and held onto him with both hands, offering a pleading look.

“I got you.” He panted, pulling you up and out of harm’s way.

You were silent as you two made your way out of the building and back to the streets. Your body was still shaking from your near death experience, and you would’ve thought you’d be used to nearly dying. But it humbled you every time.

“Hey..” He said suddenly, nudging you slightly. “You okay?”

“I owe you.” You said carefully. “You saved my life.”

“No one’s here for free, right?” He tried to joke.

“I’m serious, Thomas.” You stopped, grabbing his arm so he’d stop with you. “You could’ve left, saved your own ass, but you risked your life for me… Thank you.”

“And I’d do it again.” He offered a small smile.

You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He stumbled back slightly before hugging you back, tightly putting his arms around your waist. You held him so tight you thought you’d fall apart if you let him go. His warmth was so comforting. It made you feel whole, like the piece you had missing was brought back.

“I guess I owe you an apology.” You said with a shy smile as you picked up walking again. Thomas had hooked two fingers around yours as your steps continued.

“For what?”

“For being an ass.” You replied. “It wasn’t fair. I just… didn’t know yet.”

“Didn’t know what?” A bubble of hope rose to his chest.

“I didn’t know you...”

You two walked in a comfortable silence until you met up with the rest of your group. They had found a man named Jorge and a girl named Brenda. They were also looking for the Right Arm and said a man named Marcus would know where they are. So you agreed to follow Jorge because it was the best lead you had.

You stayed out of the room as Jorge interrogated Marcus. You could hear the groans of pain and the sounds of punches connecting. After everything you had went through that day, you just wanted some sense of comfort, and watching torture wasn’t going to do it. Thomas followed you out, telling his friends he wanted to check on you. You had whispered to Thomas that you wanted to talk to him as you left, and you wondered if he’d actually follow.

“What did you wanna tell me?” He asked from behind you, causing you to jump slightly.

“I remembered something when we were down in the tunnels… I remembered the boy, running down the halls with him at WICKED… I remembered nights when I would sneak into his room and I remembered the feeling of my hand in his, the way I trusted him with my life without hesitation…” You began admitting.

“All of that came in the tunnels?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“In the tunnels and in the basement.” You waved a hand. “The point is I remembered all of that when I was with you.” You paused, and his silence urged you to continue. Thomas wanted to kiss you right then but he a larger part of him wanted to hear you say it. “I remembered you, Thomas.”

He grinned widely before pulling you close to him. He held your face with both hands as his lips came down to meet yours. Your hands fell on his forearms as you turned to jelly under his touch. It felt like fire wherever his skin made contact with yours, and a feeling of relief rushed through your body. Your hands moved to his chest and you gently pushed him away.

“What the hell?” You asked with a nervous laugh when you pushed him off, unable to describe the sensation that just hit you. He stared at you softly, a small smirk playing on his lips as you stared at him in shock. He could see everything coming together in your head. Every kiss playing back in your mind and it made your heart beat just a little bit faster.

His lips were too familiar to ignore, the way your body ignited when he held you close. The way his hands held you perfectly, the way your bodies aligned. The fact that you didn’t want to pull away. 

“Try it again.” You said suddenly, acting as if you needed more confirmation. And if Thomas wouldn’t say it, then you’d make him show it. “Kiss me.”

“No.” Thomas said quietly, shaking his head with a small chuckle.

“Kiss me.”  You demanded, stomping your foot like a child throwing a tantrum.

“No.” He said again and you huffed in annoyance. A moment passed, a smirk graced his lips as he got an idea. “You kiss me.”

You stared at him incredulously for a moment. He had kissed you once- more like a thousand times. Why wouldn’t he kiss you once more?

“Screw it.” You sighed, your hands finding the back of his neck. You pulled his lips to yours quickly, meeting in a messy way. But you kissed him. You kissed him. You kissed him. You kissed him. You kissed him. 

His hands instantly found your waist, pulling you closer to him. You stood on your toes, Thomas still leaning down. Your fingers slid into his hair and he relaxed under your touch. You felt him smile against your lips so you pulled away to breathe. His cheeks were red, lips slightly swollen. A dopey grin fell upon his face and you bit back your own smile.

“Did you know the whole time?” You asked softly, softer than any voice he had heard you use before and it made his heart beat a little faster. “That I was the girl you dreamt about.”

“Pretty much from when I first saw you, yeah.” He shrugged slightly. “I just wanted to make sure you knew for yourself cause when I tried to tell you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“I still can’t believe you’re alive.” You whispered, more to yourself than to him. “After all this time.”

“I missed you.” He kissed you quickly. “I’m just glad you’re here, with me.”

“Yeah..” You nodded happily, standing on your toes to hug him tightly. “Me too. I love you, Pretty Boy.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

#tomuary #tommy month #tom-uary #thomas #maze runner #scorch trials #death cure #tdc #tst #tmr #maze runner fanfic #thomas fanfic #scorch trials fanfic #death cure fanfic

[warrior-angel]

Till Death Do us Apart

Author: @warrior-angel

Word Count: 6155

Summary: when you and your brother both get infected by the flare you go down an emotional rollercoaster only for it to end totally diffrent than you had originaly planned it al to go.

Warnings: major character death, blood, angst,

Note: this was realy hard to write for me but i'm very proud of it so i hope you guys like it

This is a one shot writen for Tomuary by @writingsbychlo

you knew you were a walking time bomb and that you probably didn't have long anymore every day could be your last you just hoped you would make it long enough to see your friend being saved.

The flare, a stuppid virus that made you go completely insane, you've kept your sanity in all those years in the Maze and now that you were finally free you wouldn't live to see the beauty of it. Here you were leaning on the table listing to Thomas and Gally picking a fight over what to do next you had to save Minho from WICKED but every idea was turned down it being to risky and now that there was a real option to extualy get the job done Thomas was refusing to do it and you were just trying to keep your mind from not completely losing it over this endless ‘i don't trust you even though it could save our lives thing’ you loved Thomas that's the hole reason you were together but sometimes he could be so stubborn and right now, right now he was being a pain in the ass because the plan Gally had to save Minho included Teresa “No there's gotta be another way” Thomas kept saying while everybody disagreed knowing we didn't have much choice or resources to do anything else “like what? you’ve seen the building she’s our only way in'' Gally tells him again but he still doesn't listen. “If we do get in you think she’s going to help us?” Thomas ask him and Gally shakes his head “I don't Plan on asking for her permission” i crack a little smile knowing nobody at the table really liked teresa in the first place and Brenda only conformers that when she's speaking up “Am i missing something here this is the same girl that betrayed us correct? same Dick”

Thomas starts to nervously pace around and nobody understands his problem. You loved Teresa like a sister but after her betrayal a lot changed even for you “what's going on?” Brenda asks him and you look over at Newt you knew your brother and you knew that look on his face because you've had it yourself and you've seen it on him before he was angry and he was going to lose it any second now “your afraid your little girlfriend is going to get hurt?” Newt snaps and all eyes go to him “this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho is it''

Thomas looks taking back by his sudden outburst and so does everybody else but i couldn't disagree “he’s got a point Tommy” you tell him and the brown haired boy looks up at you even more shocked that your agreeing with Newt “what are you talking about” but before you can do or say anything Newt stands up straight in front of him “Teresa, she's the only reason Minho is even missing in the first place and now we finally have an opportunity to get him back and what you don’t want to because of her? because deep down inside you care more about her than for y/n don't you, just admit it”

Thomas turns his gaze over to you over Newt his shoulder and you know Your brother hit an emotional string there. from day one you were Teresa her competition and you knew how thomas felt about her but he chose you over her and that meant the world to you but this part of you that was Sick and infected was telling you that the minute you would be gone he would run to Teresa “Newt i” Thomas starts but All Newt does is move closer pushing Thomas against the wall “Don’t lie to me!”

“Newt calm down!” You yell getting closer but your brother doesn't move “Don’t lie to me” he tells Thomas again “Newt Get the off of him!” You say using every ounce of strength to pull him away from Thomas. As soon as he backs away he looks a bit shocked at his own actions looking between you and your friends mumbling a quick apology before turning towards Thomas and apologizing again. the minute he steps to the side wanting to walk away, wanting to leave the room you notice him grabbing onto his arm and you immediately fear the worst cause you've had the same outbursts and the same burning sensation in your arm right after you had an outburst like that. “y/n, i'' Thomas says towards you and you shake your head not wanting to talk about it “it’s fine, he just need to cool down”

“That's not what i mean” and you nod “i know”

you stand on your toe’s giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and giving him a reassuring smile “i’ll go check on Newt i’m probably the only one he’ll talk to you guys find a way to get Minho back”

Opening the door to the roof you can see Newt sitting on the edge of the building and you take a few steps closer trying to calm yourself down already knowing the truth about what just happened what had caused his outburst but still a part of you hoped it was just the tension and the time spend so close togheter that caused it instead of a stupid virus. Looking over his shoulder newt spots you standing behind him and you take a few steps closer “sorry bout that back there” he tells you but you don't say anything you just sit down beside him and look at his arm and seeing the twitching in his fingers and it looks all too familiar to you “Why didn't you tell me?” you ask him and he looks over at you but you just look at his arm and he Rolls up his sleeve Revealing multiple black and purple veins on his lower arm “you could’ve told me” you tell him but you knew your brother, you were the same you didnt wanna spend your last few weeks or even days saying goodbye to the people you loved

“I didn't think it would make any difference” he was right knowing it didn't change a thing it only made saying goodbye so much harder because you didn't know when you had to do it “All i know is that WICKED must off put us in that Maze for a reason, maybe it was literally just so they could tell the difference between the immunes like you and people like me” that only made it hurt more because he didn't know, he didn't know you were not Immune “people like us” you tell him and he looks confused. taking a deep breath you lift your leg up a little and move away to Fabric covering your ankle to show Newt the bite mark and torn skin that was covered in black and purple veins “it was that Crank that Fry shot when we were in the tunnel right before Brenda and Jorge saved us, his aim was good only a little bit to late” you explain

it stays silent between the two of you for a minute letting it sink it that you were going to lose each other to lose everybody you loved “Thomas?” He asks and you shake your head “he doesn't know, and he cant i'm not spending my last days saying goodby to him he needs to focus on Saving Minho”

“So what's your plan? You just wanna run off, leave us all behind and die on your own?” Newt asks in a harsh tone “No, i’m sticking to the plan and that's saving Minho”

“What you gonna do after that” and you swallow the lump in your throat “There won't be an after cause i’m not planning on surviving it and that's exactly why he doesn't know”

“who doesn't know?” a familiar voice says behind the two of you you both look back to see The brown haired boy and you turn your gaze to Newt pleading for him to stay quiet and he nods looking back to this arm “i guess i can't hide this anymore'' he tells Thomas rolling his sleeve up again “Newt we can still fix this” thomas tells him and you look between both boys being trapped in the triangle of losing not only yourself but also your brother and the boy you love

That night you all decide to go through with the plan, get Teresa, make her take out the chips in your necks and break into WICKED to get out Minho and that's exactly how things went. having Teresa back was weird to say the least nobody trusted her but right now she was sitting behind you with a small knife against your neck to cut out the chip you didn't really have a choice “try to relax this is going to sting” she tells you and shrug it off wanting to get it over with “just do it”

a sharp pinch follows within a few second you grab the chair tightly out of reflex and you put your feet flat on the Floor trying not to move but moving your leg past the Chair the zipper on your Jeans opens showing her the black veins beneath it “your leg” she says and you pull back leaning down the close the zipper and pull the fabric over your ankle down “What happened?” She asks but you ignore her completely

“are you done” you tell her harshly looking straight up at her “you two okay?” Thomas asks from across the room and you nod “yeah, where fine” you tell him grabbing a small piece of gauze and holding it to your neck “does he-” but you cut her off talking a little softer making sure nobody hears “No, he doesn't and he won't cause your going to keep your mouth shut and not talk to anybody about it you ruined enough as it is”

“if you come back to the lab with me i could help you give you a-”

“just drop it alright!” you yell getting everybody's attention “Whats going on here?” Gally asks and you shake your head “Nothing, there's absolutely nothing” you tell him walking of Looking over at your brother And then to the brown haired boy that is already on his feet and coming towards you and taking you away from Teresa and away from the others for a second “hey, whats going on with you?” he asks and you shake your head “i’m just one edge i just really want this to work” and the boy nods understanding and giving a quick peck on your lips cupping your cheeks “well get Minho back and we'll all be safe i promise” you look over at your brother on the other side of the Room and Thomas seems to understand “We’ll save Newt well get the cure and he’ll be fine”

“Promise me that after saving Minho you’ll try to save Newt no matter what” and he nods “where is this coming from?” He asks but you just look at him “Promise me Thomas”

“I Will, i promise i Will try to save Newt no matter what” you give Him a weak smile knowing that your brother might survive this all and that made you feel good you where going to save your friends, your family even though you know there was only enough to save one of you two and you knew it wasn't going to be you “You know i love you right?” He tells him and he leans down a little kissing you with more passion than before “i love you too, until Death do us apart” it was a small thing you two said in the glade and in the scorch when something happened but right now it only made you sad cause the small Joke that first meant you loved on another and would stick together would soon turn into reality and probably Faster than he hoped.

The plan worked, you got into WICKED, you saved Minho and you got out of the building with only minor issues but the adrenaline and the fast work took its toll on Newt, His body was shutting down and it was getting harder for yourself to keep things hidden from Thomas or anybody else for that matter.“They were supposed to blow up WICKED not the whole damn city!” Gally says as the walls explode and cars full of angry people coming rushing into the city. pushing us to the side we all sit down against a wall in an alley trying to get away from the explosions and Thomas crawls to the side and you pull his arm “where are you going” you ask him but he is quickly sitting back next to you as he sees WICKED’s cars rushing in “shit”

“what are they waiting for?” Minho asks “Like i have a clue” you answer and like it was planned a loud explosion goes off again and gunfire starts to blast out on the street “we gotta go!” Gally calls out and we sneak into an old dinner to stay sheltered from it all. Sitting in the back of the restaurant you sit against Thomas his chest and his hand goes around your waist as both of you breath heavily for the first time sitting still and letting everything that happened sink in looking between the gunfire outside and Gally,Newt and Minho you know things aren't looking very good for the five of you. Thomas loosens the hand on your waist and grabs the walkie from his pocket “brenda, are you there” and almost immediately she answers “Thomas, i’m here” you grab the walkie from his hands looking around seeing your brother getting worse the fire and fight going on outside and Thomas behind you before answering her “Bren, there's too much going on and i don't think we're going to make it”

“y/n? what are you talking about” she says clearly holding back tears making it harder for yourself to hold it back and you hand to Walkie back to Thomas while swallowing the lump in your throat “you should take the others and get everybody out while you still can” and i doesn't take long for Brenda her protest to come through

“No” and tears roll down your cheeks knowing how hard it is for them so putting your hand over Thomas you hold down the buttons “brenda, you need to go” you tell her hoping she will listen to you “i’m not leaving you two okay so forget it”

“Even though you should,” Thomas tells her and it stays silent for a while you sit up a little with a few tears in your eyes and you grab onto Thomas's hand tighter than before. part of you hoped it was going to be over cause it meant you never had to tell him the truth but the other part wanted him to survive and live his life at the fullest “we started this together might as well end it that way” you tell him and he smiles “you sound like your brother” and you laugh a little looking over at him “till death do us apart right” Thomas Jokes and you nod turning our head far enough to kiss him

“Thomas! y/n! don't worry i’m coming for you” and both Thomas and you look at each other and you act quick taking the walkie out of his hands “what are you talking about?”

“our rides here, look for us near the tunnels”

After walking out of the building Gally takes the lead cause he knew the place the best and he led you all towards the tunnels. At the end of the street a loud blow is heard and a car blows up in front of you all making you fall over and you're once again stuck hiding behind a wall “were almost here” Gally says staking low trying to look for a way through the fight without much trouble but a bright flash of light above you all making you look up seeing the berg flying overhead heading towards the tunnels “There here” you say in a whisper looking at Thomas having hope for your brother once again knowing Brenda had the cure to save him

“go without me, just go” Newt spills and you all look at him, veins starting to crawl up his neck and towards his face and black blood coming from his mouth

and you knew he wasn't going to last long anymore “Minho, you gotta run ahead grab the serum and get back as soon as you can” you tell him and he looks at you not agreeing with it but Thomas nods “Minho, go”

“there right, i’ll cover” Gally tells him and i nod once silently thinking him

“y/n, bring one for y/n” Newt says and you shut him up “what is he talking about?” Thomas asks and you shake your head “Nothing I'm fine it’s just the infection getting to his head” you tell him turning to Minho “You need to go Now!

“just hang on, you hear me,” Minho tells Newt and with those words he runs off getting the serum to save your brother. Newt his head turns to the side and you can see he's fading away but you grab onto him shaking him trying to get him to focus on you and trying to stay awake “Newt! stay with me do you hear me, i need you to stay focused”

“We've gotta get you up” Thomas says, grabbing onto Newt his arm but he protests reaching for his necklace and ripping it from his neck “come on Newt we've gotta go!” Thomas tells him again and tears run down your eyes as Newt holds out the necklace towards Thomas you knew it was the letter he wrote, you were there with him

“Newt, your gonna make it”. I tell him but he keeps his hand out for Thomas

“Just take it!” he yells breathing heavily and Thomas takes the necklace from him holding his hand tight “please, Tommy please” as the words pass by his lips your body starts shutting down and you start coughing letting your body drop next to Newts “y/n!” Thomas yells and you nod “i’m okay, it's just smoke” you lie and you look towards Newt and you can see in his eyes that he knows you're not far behind him “tell him, you need to tell him” Newt says and you shake your head “you need to keep your mouth shut, the plan is going the way it should” you tell him before turning to look at Thomas “tell me what?” Thomas asks and you shake your head holding onto your sanity and pushing yourself up again “The plan about saving Minho it's working now we've gotta save Newt your helping or not?”

“She’s Sick” Newt spits and Thomas looks at you “i’m fine just tired” And Thomas nods he knew you hadn't been sleeping much being concerned about newt but the truth was you didnt wanna risk him seeing the Infection in your leg you had enough time to sleep when this was over. “We need to get out of here” you tell him and Thomas nods, helping you lift up Newt and Making your way closer to the tunnels.

after a few blocks of walking your knees give up on you and you drop to the ground Newts body collapsing onto Thomas and dropping to the ground before you “Y/n?” Thomas ask and you look up at him “I’m Sorry Thomas” you tell him knowing your plan was not working you weren't going to make it and your idea to walk away the minute your brother was save wasn't going to work, if you were shutting down this fast then Newt was even worse knowing that the body in front of you wasn't your Brother anymore but the Infection that caught up with him and took over his brain.

suddenly the street goes quiet and Teresa her voice comes through “thomas? can you hear me, i need you to listen to me i know you have no reason to trust me but i need you to come back, Thomas you can save Newt you can save y/n, there's still time for the Both them” you start coughing and looking at your hand you see black blood and you lift your head up al little to look at thomas you give him a silent apologie again but he just looks at the blood on your lips “there’s a reason brenda isn't sick anymore, it's your blood do you understand she isn't sick cause you cured her she doesn't have to be the only one. the only thing you have to do is come back and all of this will finally be over, please just come back to me” he looks at you and with tears in your eyes you nod “you need to go ” you tell him and he shakes his head ignoring it only wanting answers “why didn't you tell me?” He asks and you swallow the lump in your throat this was the exact reason you didn't tell him

“i couldn't, i didnt wanna say goodbye not to you”

“There's still time Minho is getting the serum” and you shake your head “That’s not the plan’ you tell him throwing it all out “Newt was supposed to make it and i was going to stay behind, going down saving you guys”. You tell him and he has tears in his eyes “You were just going get yourself killed? After everything we’ve been through”

“It’s better than letting this Stuppid Virus control me, i’m not becoming a Crank Thomas, i love you i do but i would much rather get shot out here than survive only to risk hurting the others or you” but he shakes his head not accepting it you betrayed his trust which made you no better than WICKED the only difference was that your intentions were truly only to save the people you loved “we’ll get the serum and everything Will be fine” he tells you but before you can say anything or protest a loud scream comes from behind you and you turn your head to see Newt showing getting up onto his feet, surprised he’s still there “Newt?” you both ask insinc and he slowly turns revealing him fully cranked out eyes gone black and he lashes out towards Thomas attacking him. Thomas steps aside letting Newt drop to his knees and he seems to have a second of his humanity coming through “Tommy! kill me!” he yells, turning to look at Thomas but your own mind keeps getting hazly wanting to shut down so you only see fragments of the fight in front of you. the minute you look backup holding onto your sanity you see Newt holding a knife close to thomas his chest and your own rage takes over pushing yourself onto your feet and pushing your brother off of your boyfriend and holding him down “Newt, this isn't you! Get a hold on your sanity” you try hoping he has any left but he doesn't do anything but trying to get you off and to your side you see a Gun and you use your left foot to kick against it and it slides towards Thomas and he looks between the weapon and you holding down Newt “shoot! the bullet will kill us both” you tell him in a clear moment and she shakes his head

“Thomas, it's your own life, or ours!” you yell at him but Newt gets the upper hand throwing you off him and going for the knife again heading back towards Thomas and you make a decision, with tears in your eyes and the last bit sanity you crawl towards the gun and clock it standing on your feet and aiming the gun towards your brother “Newt!” you yell and he turns his attention towards you and in that small moment you see his eyes the ones you grew up with and the ones of the big brother you love so much and he nods telling you it's okay and with that you pull the trigger the bullet going into his chest and his body dropping to the ground. you look over at thomas and he sits there next to Newts body tears covering his cheeks and your own rolling down your face knowing you just killed the one person that you promise yourself you would save “i'm sorry thomas'' you tell him lifting up the gun an you close your eyes placing your Finger on the trigger but before you can pull it Thomas slams it out of your hands “No! I’m not losing both of you” you look him in his eyes and he has a pleading look “Minho is on his way just hold on okay” he tells you through sobs and you shake your head “i'm not going to make it till then i’m tired of fighting Thomas, i just want it to stop, make it stop” you tell him trying to hold onto your sanity, you reach in your pocket and take out the small necklace and you hand it to him. “Newt’s not to only one that wrote you a letter” and he grabs it holding onto your hand “i love you” you tell him and he smiles a little through the tears “i love you too” with your own tears you take a step back and let go of his hand “if that's true and you really love me, then you'll let me do this then you let me go” he looks shocked and shakes his head protesting but you dont listen to his words “you’re going to be okay” he tries to tell you but you give him a hard enough push to make him trip and you grab the gun up from the ground and drop to your knees next to Newt his body “i’ll see you soon” you tell him before before turning to look at Thomas one last time as he gets back onto his feet but your already lifting up the gun to your head “i’ll say hi to chuck for you”

“don’t do it Please y/n!” he asks through sobs “till death do us apart”

“Wait!” Looking to the side Brenda runs forwards with the small blue file in her hand and she looks to Newt on the ground and to you holding the gun to your head but it all gave Thomas enough time to run towards you getting a Grip on the gun“Thomas! I’m gonna kill you!” You yell at him letting the last of your humanity slip away and fighting the one person you thought you never wanted to hurt “Brenda!” Thomas yells and before you know it everything in front of your eyes turns black

WICKED had taken everything from him, they made it to the safe haven but it didn't seem to matter to him. Vince's speech was what hurt most , it reminded everybody of what they lost but it also reminded them that the people they cared about sacrificed their own lives to save them. “We've come a long way together, so many have sacrificed to make this place possible. your friends, your family. so here's to the ones that couldn't be here, here's to the friends we've lost, this place is for you it's for all of us” he turns his body to point at one of the large rocks in the middle of the place “this, this is for them, so in your one time in your own way, come make your peace, and welcome to the safe haven”

The night was spent talking about memories of the lost once and the plans for the future, the plans of what was coming next and what to do with their lives Now That they were free to do what they wanted but Thomas kept away from it sitting to the side. Minho said down next to him giving him a small smile and looking over the place “this is going to be a good home for us, they would of loved it” he tells him while reaching in the pocket of his jacket and pulling out the two necklaces and hands them back to thomas “you had this one you when you passed out, figured i'd keep them safe for you” an Thomas takes Boh of he necklaces from the boy hesitantly “thanks minho'' padding his shoulder he smiles before walking away leaving Thomas alone to read the letter from Newt, followed by the one you gave him.

Dear Thomas

it’s been one hell of a ride, i know i always complained about being trapped by WICKED so this might be weird coming from me but i miss the glade, i miss waking up to frypans crappy breakfasts or watching the sunset right before the doors closed, it all seems like so long ago doesn't it we were so innocent back then. But now here we are, we lost a lot of Friends in the fight to get you all to the safe haven so you guys better make the most of it or I'm coming to haunt you all.

i want you to know that i never kept this all from you cause i didn't love you, god i loved you even more after i found out it wasn't going to last but i couldn't bring myself to tell you i know that it's probably selfish but i didn't want to spend our last few weeks maybe even days saying goodbye like everyone did with Newt, i wish i could be with you forever but i guess we weren't meant to be. Our time together was exactly like paradise but i wouldn't wanna change, i remember when you can up in that box back in the Glade everybody though you were one hell of a trouble maker and to be honest you really were, breaking the rules running into the maze but i loved every second of it, it didn't matter to me how many times you broke the rules or what stuppid or risky idea you had i would off followed it all, i did follow it i followed you, through the Maze, through the scorch and now through the last City saving Minho and getting Newt to safety. That was my plan and i know you’ll hate it but it was simple get you all save and leave myself behind to die out in the field so nobody has to know what was really happening to me it Will be easier that way. i’m not afraid of dying, i’m afraid of

Losing myself to this stuppid virus that turned me into a walking time bomb. I want you to know I don't want to let you all go but I have no other choice cause waiting for this serum isn't an option for me and even if we get there in time it would only push back the inevitable. I want you to be happy. I want you to live your life to the fullest and make me proud and take care of the other keep Minho out of trouble and make sure gally doesnt start a fight with some shank in the safe haven. i hope that in a few years from now you’ll smile and say that it was worth it cause it has been worth it to me. Now pick yourself up and finish what you started and lead the people that are there with you like I know you can. I know you’ll do what's right you always have. take care and remember that i’ll love you

thank you for being my best friend and my first love

goodbye tommy

y/n

Opening your eyes you sit straight up feeling a burning pain in your ankle and lifting the fabric you see the Veins disappeared and the bite mark was almost completely healed. Panic rushes through your body not knowing where you are and looking around you only see wooden furniture and bottles of medicine on a table to the side, throwing your feet over the edge you stand up finding your balance and walking past the curtain that closed of the little shed you were in and you look out over the ocean turning to the side you see an entire village that reminds you of the glade, making you think that heaven wasn't as bad as you though it was going to be walking forwards into the place you pass by field that are growing food, people building shelter with wood and right in front of you the dark haired Runner comes walking closer and you look over at him surprised “Minho?” You ask him hesitant and he smiles up you only to see Gally, Frypan and Brenda walking closer to you beside him “hey there Greenie, you look better” Gally tells you and you stand there shocked and there eyes go to something behind and turning around your faces with the brown haired boy you love and he looks a bit sad but there this little light of Hope in his eyes as he steps closer grabbing onto you an hugging you tight.

“I-i’m alive'' you ask hesitantly while you sit on the side with Thomas and he nods “how long have I been out?” You ask him “A week the serum took its time but you made it through” he tells you and guilt hits you immediately, your plan your brother was the one that should have been sitting there not you, your brother, you killed your brother you shot Newt,you almost shot yourself. Panic washes over you and Thomas seems to notice and he grabs your hand pulling you out of it “hey, you made it” he tells you again and tears roll down your cheeks “i wasn't supposed to”

“yeah, i know i read your letter” and you look up at him “Thomas”

“I did as you told me to, i picked myself up and i’m gonna keep going forwards, were gonna keep going forward together”

“After everything if done, you still want me?” And the boy nods lifting his hand an cupping your cheeks “i hate the plan you made to just go of and die on your own and i’m going to be angry about it for a while but right now your still alive and i’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon so you're stuck with me”

“Newt..” you say in a whisper “Newt would want you to live a happy live and not think about what happened because you can't change it” you know he’s right but it was going to take time to mourn the loss of your brother this wasn't the plan you made instead of silently slipping away after you saved your friends and your brother you are the one that got saved “you were infected you didn't think straight” he tells you

“I knew what was doing when i pulled the trigger, i knew in that moment i was shooting My own brother, the look in his eyes told me it was him in that last minute it told me it was okay” you tell him holding down the Tear's that threaten to slip again

“but i also know your right he wouldn't want me to give up so i wont, i Will wait for you to forgive me cause i wanna be with you cause your all if got left” you tell Thomas and he smiles reaching in his pocket and pulling something out of it and he hands it to you, taking it from him it reveals a little ring and you look up at him “after we got here and i saw you past out i started making it, i knew when i saw you laying right there that i never wanted to see you like that again that i wanted to be with you forever, so if you really mean that you wanna be with me than you'll say yes” you look at him shocked not knowing what to do or what to say “say yes to being with me forever, say yes to being my best friend, to being my girl, to being my wife, marry me Y/n” you nod not having the words to say it outloud and Thomas smiles sliping the ring on your Finger and holding onto your Hand and leaning forward to catch your lips with his before looking back up at you “Till death do us apart”

#the maze runner #thomas #newt #character death #reader x thomas #dylan o'brien #tomuary #tom uary

[dankmeme-astrology]

The Signs as Things That I Have Said in the Past Part 27!

Aries: Why have I not heard more about Over The Hedge, aka the only good movie from my childhood?

Taurus: The only movie deserving of an Oscar is Tom and Jerry and the Magic Ring

Gemini: Yo I have such a long list of funny or weird or stupid things that I've said that this sentence will probably show up in one of my astrology posts like, a year after I've originally said it and isn't that wild?

Cancer: I wonder what the zodiac sign of the NSA person reading all my personal information is

Leo: When I die they're gonna change the word "obituary" to "o-bitch-uary" in the newspaper and there's only gonna be one person on there and that's gonna be me

Virgo: Never trust a guy who thinks books and education are wastes of time because natural selection will prove otherwise. Have fun dying in the woods during the apocalypse, should have read Hunger Games, you weakling

Libra: Put a watermark on your pussy

Scorpio: Surf's Up was my shit I can't get over how good that movie was like why aren't there more Surf's Up memes?

Sagittarius: *Inside a car wash* Dry me daddy

Capricorn: I would say "Sorry that was uncalled for, but bitch you rang and I answered. Therefore, called for."

Aquarius: Fuck you, I would qualify for being the president of an alien fanclub. I would qualify for being president of an alien civilization

Pisces: Bigfoot believers are just mature furries who are more accepted by society

#astrology #zodiac #mine #tsa #all signs #funny #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #part 27

[dsoccermaster]

uary ​Everton boss Marco Silva has claimed that Tom Davies remains a key part of his plans for the club's future, and that club captain Phil Jagielka won't be leaving the club in the January transfer window. Davies has made just five Premier League starts for the club this season, despite playing regularly for the side during the last two campaigns. The 20-year-old has seen his place taken by Barcelona loanee Andre Gomes, who has made a positive impression since joining the Toffees on a... Via All the latest breaking football news, transfer rumours, analysis, and match reports - 90min http://www.90min.com/

#World Cup #worldcup 2018 #Russia 2018 #FIFA 2018 worldcup

[writingsbychlo]

smoke and fire (06)

word count; 11,884

summary; after a startling experience, you seek and receive comfort from the last person you would’ve expected to turn to.

notes; I will literally be taking the stairs for the rest of my life.

warnings; reference to injury, reference to panic attacks.

Placing your foot up on the dashboard, your body swerved to the side as Newt flung around a corner, and you cursed loudly, turning to look at him as you held onto the laces of your shoes. “You know, for an ambulance driver, you drive like you’re trying to kill me.”

“I would never.” He gasped falsely, and you continued trying to tie up your laces, before swapping over to the other foot, and doing that one too. “I promise, I would never hurt you.”

The tone in his voice made you groan, rolling your eyes at the snickering boy beside you as he chuckled away to himself, and you reached out to flick at him roughly on his side. He yelped, swerving a little as he drove, before he was chastising you for your behaviour and following the bright red fire trucks ahead of you.

“Oh, c’mon, you’re seriously going to keep pretending like something wasn’t happening there?”

“I’m not pretending, because nothing was happening!” You huffed your words out a little, placing your foot back onto the ground of the van and adjusting yourself in the seat. The inner city was beginning to grow around you, shorter buildings that formed houses growing in size and stature, towering over you now in a concrete jungle as you approached the large city building you’d been called to.

“I know my best friend, okay? And I like to think that I’m getting to know you, too.” His words held a slightly teasing air to them, woven into his tone subtly, and you sighed at him.

“You’ve been saying this for a week now, but nothing happened!” He shot you a look, taking his eyes off of the road for only a second, but one of his brows was raised, and there was a smirk on his face that made your head fall back into your seat, and you realised you were fighting a losing battle. “We were talking about the argument, and agreeing to start over, without bitching at one another, I thought you’d be happy about it!”

“So, where did holding hands factor into that equation?”

“We weren’t holding hands! We were shaking hands!” A laugh left him, disbelieving and unconvinced and he began to slow down, pulling up in front of a very professional looking building, a large logo printed across the glass of the lower few floors, all of which were blacked out and reflected the light of the sun brightly. “It was just some stupid thing we did. Like, reintroducing ourselves, or whatever. Starting again.”

“And you just happened to be backed up into the kitchen counter, huh? I have a pair of eyes in my damn head, love, I saw those longing glances and the whispered conversation, and the holding of hands between you both.” He scoffed, pulling the truck up into park, and turning to look at you for only a second, speaking his next words before hopping out of the van; “Shaking hands, my arse.”

Hopping down front heaven yourself, Newt grabbed his go-bag, swinging it onto his shoulders and so you left yours where it was, simply grabbing your jacket and pulling it up your shoulders as it got a little cooler. Taking place beside him on the pavement, you nudged Newt with your elbow, before crossing your arms. “The only things you were seeing is what you’ve made up inside your head.”

He hummed under his breath, seeming to accept the statement for now, and you watched as the teams both began to unload from the fire trucks. They grouped on the pavements, staring up at the building, not bothering with any equipment except for their coats themselves, names printed across the bottoms as you all stared up at the height of the skyscraper.

The call had stated a broken elevator shaft, three people trapped inside, and in need of rescue, and so you and Newt weren’t facing much of a task. It was simply a challenge to the teams, you and Newt would patch up a few cuts on bumped heads and be there to check for concussions, but you didn’t face much of a task.

Glancing over the group, you caught honey-brown eyes, offering the man a smile in return when his lips flicked up at the sides for you, his head tipping as he offered you a soft nod of acknowledgement. The stare lingering for only a moment longer, before he was turning to check over his team, and you turned back to your partner. Newt was already staring at you, a single brow arched and a smirk on his face. “Oh, yeah, I’m totally seeing things.”

“It was just a smile. Will you drop it? We’re friends.” You scoffed, and he shook his head but let it go for now, and you set off to follow the firemen as they headed into the building. Following them inside, there was already a  group of people beginning to gather, the elevator doors being pried open and pinned that way with a chair, the purpose of which, you weren’t exactly sure, because if the elevator was on the ground floor, it wasn’t exactly an emergency, and you really hoped nobody was stupid enough to stick their head inside and take a look.

As you approached, a man came forwards, an older gentleman with a receding hairline that was shining with a layer of sweat, stress you presumed, and you made a mental note to check over him as his hand trembled while he came forwards, a hand pressed over his heart, and Newt shuffled beside you, tugging his bag a little further up on his shoulder.

“Oh, God, I’m so glad you’re here.” He sighed, voice more like a wheeze, and you winced, taking another scan around the crowd and relaxing just how angry they all looked, minorly put out of their way as they were forced to take the stairs or be turned away, and there was an angry group of less formally dressed citizens around the reception desk, the phone to the room echoing front he marble floors and glass walls, and you realised they must all be being turned away for appointments.

The elevator on the other side of the lobby seemed to be working perfectly, the sign above signalling for staff only, and there was a scanner beside the door, flashing from red to green as you watched a woman in a smart pencil skirt and matching blazer swipe her ID across it, before stepping inside.

“The elevator itself is stuck at the twelfth floor.”

“It’s not a problem, we can just pry the door open and bring everyone out.” Thomas shrugged, and the man let out a sigh, shaking his head a little, and wiping a hand over his forehead, and you glanced over at your partner, your brow raising a little as you subtly dipped your head towards the panicked man who’d greeted you all, and he nodded in response, agreeing that he could do with taking a quick time out to catch his breath and take his heart rate back down. “That’s the problem, you can’t get at the elevator from the twelfth floor.”

“What does that mean, exactly?”

“This is a block of private offices. Only certain floors are open to the public, you have to have an ID for the elevator to get to the others, that elevator only stops and opens at certain floors.” He looked like he might collapse at any moment, and you wandered away from the group, searching for a chair around the room, and finding a row of neatly set, leather-lined seats on the opposite wall, a coffee table with magazines stacked on in a makeshift waiting room, and you picked one up.

As you made your way back over, to him, placing the chair down behind him, the firefighters were grouped up, and Newt was knelt on one knee before the man, checking over him carefully, with two fingers recessed over his wrist and the other two to his neck.

“What’s happening?”

The blond looked up at you, a frown on his lips, and he rolled them together, considering his words carefully, and glancing at the manager who was practising deep breaths and counting along upon your partner’s instructions to bring his heart rate back down. “The elevator is trapped on the twelfth floor, but the closest entrance to it is the twenty-fifth?”

“Did you just say the twenty-fifth floor?” A strike of cold fear ran through you, the math being done in your mind within an instance, and you swallowed thickly. “How far did it drop from?”

“It got stuck around about the fifteenth floor and dropped about three floors, not too bad, coulda’ been worse. The brakes kicked in, but they’re not holding up so good.” Newt stood to his feet, brushing dust from his knees, and tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. The firemen you worked with were already beginning to separate into groups, and Thomas was twirling an ID card in his hand anxiously,  a hand rubbing over his jaw as he continued to divide up the squad team, Gally already having headed back outside to start finding equipment.  “We should head outside, we probably want to grab some emergency stuff, a board, maybe, the stretcher for sure. Three neck braces, and a monitor.”

“We can call it in while we’re out there, just in case they need to head over to Med.”

“Okay.” You rubbed a hand over your forehead, your mind spinning a little as you hung on the situation, and you let out a sigh, shaking your mind clear and nodding. “Yeah. You’re right. Boards, stretcher, all that, let’s go.”

His eyes narrowed on you for a second, before you were following after him, trailing back out to the ambulance, and you were biting on your lower lip until it was raw once again, finding yourself getting lost in a spiral of your own thoughts once again.

Gally passed you by, a lazy wink to tease you with as he held up the ropes slung over his shoulder, and your stomach churned a little as you looked at it, knowing that he was trying to lighten the mood, but it didn’t help at all. Newt opened the back of the van, the ramp folding down and clanging against the road as he unclipped the bolts on the wheels, rolling the stretcher down towards you for you to receive, and you positioned it in front of you, turning it longways and beginning to undo the straps that held the cushioned padding down, to be able to thread on the blackboard for security too.

“Seriously, what’s up with you?”

You turned to look at your partner, realising you’d drifted again, grabbing onto the solid yellow plastic board he was holding to you, balancing it on the stretcher to create a table to place everything else on top of. “Nothing, just a bit apprehensive, I suppose.”

“For what?”

You pulled a face at him, moving to grab your own go-bag and pull it up your shoulders, making sure it was comfortably settled onto both arms this time, and beginning to unload equipment with him as you forced your mind to be occupied. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just the abseiling down into the abyss of an elevator shaft that’s freaking me out.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have to do it then, huh?” You paused, turning to look up at him, confusion evident on his features, and he hopped down onto the tarmac before you, hair flopping into his face for a second, before he was blowing it away, and reaching for the ramp once again. “It’s my turn, right? You took the plunge last time, so it’s only fair I go this time.”

His tone was light, making a joke out of the situation you were both looking at, but the truth was resting strong between you in a thick layer of tension as he locked up the van, hands locking on either side of the head at the top of the stretcher, ready to push it along, and waiting for you to take the feet, but you placed a hand on his forearm gently, bringing his attention back to yours. His gaze was curious, sparkling a little as he stared at you, before the gaze was softening, flickering between remorse and pity, before finally settling on acceptance.

“It’s my turn.”

He whispered the words, and you shook your head a little, your gaze flicking down, the toes of his shoes touching against yours as he turned to face you a little more, and his shoulders slumped as he looked back up. “We both know I’m the one going down there.”

“It’s not fair, it shouldn’t have to be you. My physiotherapist cleared me; I can do it.” He sighed, flexing the knee of his injured leg subconsciously, and you chuckled a little, squeezing his arm softly.

“Just because you can do it, doesn't mean you should have to. I know that it makes your leg ache when you hold heavyweights for too long, and just because you can take the pain, you shouldn't have to. I wouldn't be a very good partner, if I let you do that, would I?”

He sighed, staring at you for a moment longer, before the edges of his lips were flicking up in a smile, and he gave in, something like disappointment making itself known on his face as he tried to hide it. “You know I love you, right?”

“You’ve known me for, like, four months.”

“Ouch, the harsh sting of rejection.” He gasped, holding a hand over his heart as he faked a wound, before stepping forwards and knocking the trolley into action, prompting you to take the foot of it and guide the way. You stepped ahead of him, a hand finding the cool metal and beginning to lift it up and over the curb to the sidewalk, heading back inside of the building. There was an ache on the inside of your cheek, your teeth biting down to contain your smile, the affection shown to you by your coworker making you heart race a little, and you glanced back at him over your shoulder.

You didn’t have to say it back, you hoped it was evident simply in the actions you took, the texts you shared and the jokes that were given in hushed laughter between you both, that you did love him too. You weren’t ready to say that to anyone yet, even if it was just a friend.

Jeff was holding the door open for you both in the staff elevator, helping you to gather everything inside, and as soon as the door clicked shut, you swallowed thickly, the numbers on the panel above the door beginning to click up. It felt wrong, to be riding in a contraption that on the other side of the building was broken, and endangering the lives of three people. Your fingers messed nervously with the straps of your backpack, listening to the men behind you shuffle as they sorted through the belongings on the stretcher, and as the box dinged and the doors laid open, you were walking through them and onto solid flooring one again, a somewhat relieved breath slipping from you.

Glancing around the scene, it had all already been commandeered, and you barely had time to process it all over the noise that was being made by the bustling teams. Gally was anchoring weights into the ground, the marble flooring cracking a little as the metal was drilled into place, before he was pushing his feet against it to test the weight, and ropes were being threaded around the beams of the upper ceiling. It was impressive, it truly was, but none of it was making you feel any better.

A collection of harnesses was laid out on the floor, an even more complex pair abandoned on the floor by the doors that were being held open by a thick rod of metal, denting from the clams wrapped around them, and you sighed, nails digging into your palms from the fists you were holding just to contain the shaking of your hands.

Staring down at the straps and bondings on the floor, you were completely lost, nudging it a little with the toe of your sneakers as you took it all in, and a deep chuckle sounded in your ear, making you jump, before you were watching a familiar head of dark brown hair dip down, picking up one of the harnesses, and picking it up, showing it to you.

“You’re gonna’ want to lose the backpack, for now, we’re wearing full-body harnesses.”

It made more sense, there hadn't been nearly this many clips and straps on the one you'd worn last time, and you let your bag slide down your arms clattering on the floor loudly. Picking it up and mimicking the way the lieutenant before you was holding it, he crouched won, spreading it out on the ground before himself, waiting for you to mimic the actions, and it began to look less like a pile of fabric scars and more like something slightly reassuring the more you adjusted it.

Four circles became evident, adjustable straps on them, and a belt that would clip around your waist with a set of match straps that would all connect elsewhere over your body. He stepped into the first two, and you took a deep breath, every action taking you closer into literally throwing yourself down into an elevator shaft with nothing but a rope to keep you alive.

Matching him, you placed your feet inside of the circles, before reaching down to the ground behind yourself to find the other two circles, holding onto them tightly and beginning to inch the contraception up your body The gem of your trousers caught for a second, and you shook your leg, adjusting it all back down comfortably, before you were hooking your first arm through the strap, the band on your right coming up to sit on your shoulder, and the buttons of your shirt were catching on the fabric, stiff and uncomfortable work shirt, and you cursed a little under your breath at the restriction of movement that ti wall offered you.

Dropping the edge of the harness, it hung loosely at your waist, and you were thankful that you’d chosen to wear more than just a tank top under your shirt today, the chill in your apartment having promoted a long sleeve shirt, and you undid the buttons on your uniform shirt, dropping the crisp material to the ground, and trying again to adjust the harness on your arms.

Once it was on both, it was hanging limply on your body, unadjusted and unfastened, but the thick strap of material running up your back and pressed between your shoulder blades did feel strong, and make you feel a little more secure, and you tried to let your worries go, watching Thomas’ fingers fly smoothly over his front as he did up all of the clips and straps, no struggle as he was trained to do the equipment up, and you lifted each side of the belt, clipping it over your stomach, and struggling to tug the loose material through to tighten it around your waist to hold tight and secure.

“Struggling a little, there?”

“Just a bit.” You mumbled, and he grinned, lifting a hand up to take a hold of the straps on your shoulders, adjusting it better on your arms to sit comfortably and not dig into you, yet holding snugly to your skin as he fastened it all up, fingers flying over the bolts to tighten them. Hands smoothed down over your sides, checking each point of weakness, and your breath hitched a little in your throat as he did, before the backs of his fingers were smoothing over your hips, downs the fronts of your thighs, and he took a hold of each strap, the final material sitting loosely.

Gripping one in each hand, he tugged harshly, your body jerking forwards a little closer to him, a gasp as you did, before the material was tight along your thighs, and he smirked a little, eyes finding yours as his gaze trailed along the harness to make sure it was all done up correctly. “Tight enough?”

“Mhm..” You swallowed thickly, head nodding on a second’s delay, and he grinned, taking a step away from you as he reached away for the first rope. Looping or through both of the hooks on the front of your body, sealed over your ribs as he brought it all together, hooking it into the carabiner and screwing the clip up tightly. Giving it a test tug for security, you huffed a little as your body was jerked forwards towards him again, and you glared up at him weakly as he simply grinned in response to you tripping over your feet, a cheeky look on his features. “You did that on purpose.”

“What can I say? You’re just falling for me already.”

“I think I want to go back to hating you.” You grouched, and he laughed a little, doing up his own ropes, and firemen around you were putting their kit on. You knew he was distracting you, and you appreciated it, but as he pulled on a piece of headgear and adjusted the torch on top, it only made it all a little more real. Nearing the edge of the elevator shaft, you peered inside, unable to even see the box that had fallen, it was so far down, and you let out a shaky breath. “I’m not feeling so good about this whole height thing.”

“You’ve already down this once, you’ve got it this time, too.”

It was supposed to be reassuring, and you felt him come up to stand beside you, but you only scoffed, shaking your head. “Thomas, that was, like, fifteen feet down. This is more like one hundred feet.”

“It’s one hundred and thirty, actually.” You turned to look at him, a grimace passing over his features as pale skin over his cheeks turned a little pink, and he shook his head at himself. “I don’t know why I said that, it didn’t help, at all.

“No, it didn’t.”

“I admire you, though.” He turns you around, the two of you standing only a couple of metres away from the gap, backs to the gap as you watched the team finally be prepared, and while you knew only a few minutes had passed in this whole amount of time, with your stress, it somehow managed to feel like both seconds and hours all in one. “I know you’re scared, and you’re doing this for Newt to save him the pain. I think that’s really brave.”

“I suppose so..” Your words were whispered, and he nodded his head, adjusting your hands on the rope attached to your waist as it no longer lay slack on the ground. Brenda was anchored to the ground before you, holding onto your rope as she wore her own harness, feet pressing to the metal on the ground as she took a seat. Behind her was Gally the two offering you and Thomas a nod, and Minho and Fry took up place on his side, the signal telling you that it was time to go. You grabbed your bag, lifting it onto your shoulder as Thomas pulled on his backpack, and with that, you were holding the breath your lungs as nerves took over.

“They won’t let anything happen to you, alright?” Your attention was drawn back to Thomas, and as you looked up at him, he offered a smile. “Just keep your eyes on me, alright? We’re just going to walk backwards slowly, keep your eyes on me, and as we go over the edge, keep your feet on the ground.”

You nodded your head, nothing but honesty and compassion in his eyes as he made you a silent promise to keep you safe, and your hand twitched a little as you felt fingers smooth over your palm. His hand took yours, squeezing tightly as his fingers wrapped over the back of your hand, and you held onto him tightly, before following his guidance, and taking a step back.

You did as told, keeping your eyes locked with his, slow and cautious steps, and your breathing only picked up in rent as the feeling dragging your body down changed.

Your feet were teetering on the precipice of the shaft, wobbling a little, and you snapped back to look at Brenda, everything suddenly feeling unsafe again, and you froze up. “Hey, hey, c’mon! Look at me, eyes on me, remember?”

You choked up, feeling the squeezing around our hand, and you looked down, fingers wrapped warmly around your hand, and you wondered if he could feel how hard your blood was pumping through your veins and how fast your heart was racing right now. Looking back up to him, honey-coloured eyes were fixed on you, and he squeezed again, nodding his head.

“Just look at me, okay? You’ve got this.”

His brows raised a little, and you force yourself to take a breath, following after him and lifting one foot, placing it at an unusual angle as your leg bent, foot pressing flat to the wall on the inside of the elevator shaft, and as your other followed, you let out a soft sound, something between fear and relief at taking the first step.

“You’re doing so good.” His words were whispered, a few more steps being taken as you began to inch your way down into the darkness, slowly gaining a pace as you began to gain confidence in your movements.

The further down you got, the darker it got, surrounding you as you began to lose your vision. Slowly, it all faded away, until you could barely even see the rope in front of your face, and you couldn't hold the gaze of the man beside you anymore, the darkness shrouded around you. The elevator shaft above you that was the only thing that now connected you to everyone else was simply a sliver of light, and the temperature had dropped rapidly within the cold metal tunnel, making you shiver a little as only your undershirt remained on your body.

The hand wrapped around yours loosened, and you held on for a second, before he was tugging it back, your movements coming to a halt for a second as you hesitated, before releasing him, and your hands fumbled to find the rope in front of your body, wobbling a little bit as you searched for something else to hold onto, your breath hitching in your throat as your food scraped a little against the wall, and you fell forward.

Catching yourself against the wall before you smashed into it too solidly, you grunted, a slight spark of pain running along your wrist, and you winced as bright light filled your vision, Thomas messing with the head torch on his forehead, lighting up the small bubble of air around the two of you.

“Whoa, whoa, relax. It’s alright, just needed some light.” The radio on his shoulder crackled, checking whether he was okay as the two ropes stopped lowering you both down, and he looked below himself, the metal of the elevator reflecting back to you, only thirty feet or so from you now, and he looked back up, raising his brows. “Look how close we are, you’ve come so far, look at that.”

You swallowed thickly, not daring to look down, shaking your head adamantly as you hung in the air, gripping onto the rope, lips pursed and blood running cold. The radio crackled again, and he lifted his hand, pressing the button on the side to continue lowering you down slowly, and you opened your mouth to protest, fear washing over your once again as the ropes jerked, but you were being shushed slowly.

“Do you remember what you said to me the day you ran into that burning building?”

“Not really. I remember a lot of yelling, that's about it.” You mumbled, a tremor in your voice, and Thomas chuckled, his hands finding your ankles and lifting them up, placing your feet flat against the wall, and forcing you to take the proper stance once again.

“Well, I remember. I was yelling at you, being scary, and you told me that we saved a life. You didn't take any of my shit, and then you called me out on it all, but you made me look past our actions to the life we saved. Sometimes I forget to do that, and you made me realise.” You huffed, the joke he’d slipped in there making you roll your eyes, and you took a step with one foot, regaining your momentum again as one of his hands smoothed over your clasped palms, holding onto your hands tightly as he used one on his own rope. “We’re going to go and save some lives, you’re going to save some lives, and I’m just here to help you. You need to be brave for me, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, the sparkle in his eyes coming back as you dared to look up at him, catching his gaze in the brought light for only a second, before he was nodding his head. “When we get down there, it’s going to be a little scary again, alright? I need you to stand on the top of the box while I open the hatch, and I’ll go down first. I’ll help you inside, but the rope is going to go slack, because they’re going to give you enough space to move around. You think you can handle that?”

“I can do it. I’ll be okay.” You took a deep breath, not quite having faith in yourself yet, but forcing your heart rate to calm down with every deep breath to steady your nerves, before you were finally beginning to trust yourself. The elevator became clearer, the staining on the wall of an old set of numbers, a faded ‘12’ on the wall, before you were stretching your legs out underneath yourself and finding the metal of the elevator to land on.

Just as Thomas promised, he gave your hands a final squeeze, before he was stepping back and tugging on the rope to let them know that you’d both landed. Just like that, the pressure of the pull holding you up went slack, extra rope pooling around your feet, and it only looked to be around ten foot worth of material.

“Not a lot to work with.”

He glanced up, looking at the rope that had gone spare as you were suddenly dependent on your own two feet without support, and he indeed his head. “Ropes are one hundred and fifty feet, but they need at least ten foot of rope to work with up there, and we’re close to a hundred and fifty feet down.”

You shuddered a little, that fact along bringing panic surging back, and your arms wrapped around yourself. The torchlight was overwhelmed by the flickering light on the inside of the elevator when the hatch came loose, the panicked crying of a young girl and the shushing from her mother sounding out, before Thomas was switching off his headlight.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s alright. We’re going to get you out of here, okay?” You watched, the ay her face peeled back form recessed into her mother’s shoulder, tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, but the badge on Thomas’ uniform and the smile on his face made her trust him, the soft nod she gave him being enough to get them to step back towards the edges as he lowered his feet inside.

The cage shook as he landed, a sharp intake of breath that made your head spin as you panicked for just a second, before Thomas was calling out to you, and you were taking tentative steps over to the edge of the hatch. The lieutenant was staring up at you, nodding his head, and reaching up to tap at the edge of the hatch.

“Legs first, I’ve got you, just drop down.”

Choking down the lump in your throat, you tried to blink away the thin line of tears you held, knowing you needed to be brave for the people on the inside of the elevator. This was your job, you were saving lives, you were inspiring a young girl, and you were damn well going to be proud of yourself for it.

Taking a seat carefully, your legs swung over the edge, shuffling a little until your hands were pressed to the opposite side, and his hands were wrapping gently around your calves, stopping your legs from the swinging motions they’d been taking. You focused on that, on the touch of his fingertips into your muscle instead, the way he was holding onto you tightly, reassurance, instead of the way you were risking dropping down into a metal deathtrap over a hundred feet down from where you were being held up by just two people and a metal anchor.

Inching forwards again, you lowered yourself over as the metal under yourself slipped away, those same hands smoothing a little further up your body, until you were lowering yourself down by your upper arms. Smoothing over your hips, his hands found your waist, burning hot through the thin material of your shirt, and lowering you down until your feet found the ground, a small sigh slipping from you as you took a minute to control your fears.

“I told you, I got you.”

Your eyes cracked open, looking up to find honey-brown eyes fixed on you, and you offered him a small smile, taking a deep and calming breath, before turning to face the family before you, and his touch fell away. “Okay, let's get you all checked out, huh?”

The little girl nodded, and you peeled your backpack from your arms, placing it down and crouching beside it to open it up, watching as the child, who couldn't be any older than ten sank to her knees before you. As she did, the front of the mother was relieved to you, large and swollen, a pregnancy that was early third trimester or late second, and your actions paused as you tried to assess the next course of action.

Thomas had brought spare harnesses, and yet there were no spare ropes, you could hear him behind you as he worked, setting up the next set to be equipped, but there was no way that you would be able to carry a woman that far along in a tandem harness without posing a risk to the child. Turning back to look at him as you snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, his brows raised at you, pausing what he was doing for a second to look over, and his jaw dropped a little, the anticipated addition clearly bringing his mind to a short-circuited halt.

Your focus went back to the young girl, the mother now with a hand resting over her stomach, and the father was sitting in the corner, popped up against the wall, eyes a little half-lidded and a cut on his forehead, but he was lucid, and so you knew he’d be alright to wait until his family was checked out.

“Okay, this light is going to be a little bright okay, I just need you to follow it with your eyes for me, can you do that?” She nodded, and you put on the best smile that you could, before clicking the light on the end of the torch and lifting it up. Dragging it slowly from left to right across her vision, you monitored the speed at which her pupils flexed, and how capable she was of tracking the source. Returning it the other way, you watched for the same signs. Up, and down, she was alright, and you ran your fingers gently over her head for signs of bleeding or bruising, feeling under her hair for swelling. “You’re doing so good! You’re even braver than I am!”

“I cried a lot, I’m not brave.”

She sighed sadly, her mother reaching out to place a comforting hand on her head and brush her hair out of her face gently, and you leaned in a little closer, offering her a smile. “That’s okay, I wanted to cry on the way down here, too. But, you see the firefighter behind me?” She glanced over your shoulder, her eyes flicking over him for a second, before she nodded. “He’s great at this, he’s the bravest, and he’s going to get you back up to the top, okay? He’ll help you put a harness on, and then you’re going to do some climbing, think you can do that?”

She hesitated, before a look of determination was passing over her face, and she stood on weak and unsteady legs, before rounding to him. His voice faded into the background, deep and soothing as he began to get the young girl roped up, and she would undoubtedly be fastened to his chest, so that he could climb back up with her, brushing your knees off a little as you stood to talk to the mother.

“How are you feeling? Any unusual headaches, blurred vision, whiplash?” She shook her head whispering her ‘no’ on a hoarse through, and you felt awful for what she’d had to endure today, the rhythmic pattern of her hand rubbing circles over her stomach, soothing you both, and she traced the flashlight with her eyes just as commanded, and there was no delayed reaction in her responses either, all showing up with a good sign. “How about the baby, anything you want to ask?”

“No, I know my little one is alright.” She cracked a smile now, and you raised a brow at her, the hand on her stomach leaving her bump to take your wrist, pushing her cardigan out of the way until just a cotton t-shirt was covering her, and she placed your palm flat over her skin. You waited for a second, before a sharp jolt pressed to your palm, and she winced a little, the hard kick from within making you chuckle. “He’s doing just fine. If anything, he’s mad he didn’t get his lunch yet, we had reservations that we’ve missed.”

“Well, you’ve got a little fighter in there, huh?”

“You can say that again.” She teased, wrapping herself back up warmly, and you did a quick scan over what of her you could see.

“My boy is going to be a football star with energy like that.” The father grinned, wheezing a little on his words as he pushed himself up to sit a little straighter, and your attention turned to him. Before you could move onto him, though, a hand was wrapping around your forearm, tugging you back slightly, and you turned to face Thomas. He pulled you aside, to the edge of the elevator, as much privacy as you were going to get, but his back was to the family, leaning down low, and voice barely a whisper;

“We’re not going to be able to get her in a harness. You’re going to have to climb back up on your own with the mother and the girl, and come back to me with the harnesses.”

It was a reasonable decision, but the longer you waited, the more at risk of a concussion the father was growing to, the cut on his had needing attending to as blood beaded along his hairline and dripped in a single steady path along his skin, a red trail left in its wake before it was sliding down his neck and into the fabric of his shirt, his head leaning a little to the side.

“No, I think you have to be the one to go.”

He shook his head, a frown taking over his lips. “No, no, absolutely not. I can’t leave you down here witho-” Your hand found his wrist, wrapping around it delicately and squeezing a little, bringing him to silence as he glanced down, before his eyes were searching through yours as he tried to understand. “You’re terrified, though.”

“I know, but I’m saving lives, remember?” The edges of his lips flicked up a little, a sigh through his nose as his jaw clenched, before he was looking over his shoulder to the father as you nodded your head a little. “He needs medical attention, and you need to take the girl and the mother back up. I’ll wait right here, and you just get back to me as soon as you can.”

“I don’t want to leave you here alone.”

“I’ll be fine, I swear.” He didn’t look convinced, watching as your hands went to the straps of your harness, beginning to undo them as you looked down, trying to work them all out. He sighed, his own hands moving to begin undoing the clips and seals quickly, helping you to loosen the safety equipment, until it could drop down your arms and pool at the floor. Stepping out of it, you gave a final squeeze to his arm, nodding your head. “I got this.”

“I know you do, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

You grinned a little, stepping away from him, and the mother looked between you both, worry in her eyes, and you let Thomas do the explaining once again, as he loosened all of the straps and adjusted the harness to be able to take her weight securely without harming the baby she was growing.

As soon as she was fastened into it, he was pulling on her rope, fastening his hands and crouching down to be able to give her a boost, lifting her up to be able to climb out from the hatch and onto the roof of the elevator. Her footsteps were loud and clanging for a moment, before they were gone, and she was clearly on her way of climbing up back to safety, taking your only escape route with her, and you felt like you were going to suffocate on your fears.

Thomas’ gaze caught yours, worried and unsure, his jaw dropping, but there was nothing he could say, knowing that this was the best way to go about it, and instead, he dropped his head in a single nod.

“I’ll be back for you real soon, alright?”

You gave him the most convincing smile you could muster, before he was telling the little girl to jump up, lifting her until she could sit on the edge of the box, and he followed as soon as she was clear, her legs out of the way. As he jumped, the box creaked a little, the force of his movements making it shake, and your eyes went wide, body tensing up, fear once again surging through your system, before Thomas was disappearing too.

The pair lingered for an extra few moments, and you knew that he was making sure the girl was properly attached to him, all secures done up tightly, before their footsteps faded too, and you were left alone, nobody to catch you this time.

Taking a seat on the floor beside the father, his eyes studied you for a tense moment, before he was offering you a supportive smile. “Don’t worry, kiddo, I’m just as scared as you are.”

You offered him the most reassuring look you could, trying to use it for your own relaxation too, and you started by running your hand gently along the back of his neck, a hiss leaving his lips as you did, and you paused all movements.

“Sorry, your hands are cold.”

“You’re lethal, do you know that?” You mumbled, lips quirking up at the sides, and you shook your head, your fingers twitching against his neck as you got back to work, and he let out a weak chuckle. “No more noises like that unless you’re in pain, or you know something wrong, alright?”

He closed his eyes, head barely moving in a nod, but it was enough to secure his confirmation, and you began the movement of your fingers along his neck once again. He didn’t make those sounds, keeping his promise, but he did wince and pull the occasional faces as you moved, the swelling frowning around the tissue and the tense feeling under the tips of your fingers being slightly concerning, but not enough to be an immediate concern. When you were finished, you placed a palm on the back of his neck, cupping carefully and lifting your thumb to press into the back of his head.

Pulling his head forwards, you placed the softly cushioned support of the neck brace behind his head, the plastic holding strong as you lay his head back into it and as you released him, finding it holding secure, you brought the front around carefully. The straps hung loose, and you adjusted it under his chin, holding his head up at the correct angle, and just like it always did with patients, a small sigh of relief left him he was no longer tasked with holding up the weight of his own head.

Placing it over his shoulders, you tightened the straps, fastening them correctly, and letting out a little sigh as one job was checked off of your list. You moved onto testing his reactions next, and bringing up the flashlight to look into his eyes, studying him. His reactions were slower than you would have liked, his pupils dilating with a paused reaction and it was sluggish in his movements, but he was able to clearly react to the light, tracing it in all dimensions, and to read the title of the notice on the other side of the elevator clearly, no blurring present.

Lifting your gaze to the cut across his forehead, you pushed back the slightly blood-matted hair of his fringe, dirty-blonde hair going a murky red-brown at the tips, and you lifted it out of the way, tucking it back in hopes that it would stay, the strands sticking up unevenly.

Pressing around the edges, and watching the consistency and speed of the blood flow, it wasn’t too bad, slow and somewhat clotted as it tried to repair itself, darker in colour as the fresh blood under the surface began to flow the way it should, and it was simply a laceration.

“Skin wound, nothing too serious. I’ll get it cleaned up for you, won’t even need stitches. Looks way worse than it is.”

“Stings like a bitch, though.”

“Well, you’re not going to like this, then.” You warned him, holding up the small foil packet with an antiseptic wipe sealed inside of it, and tearing it open. Letting the wrapper flutter away to the floor, a loud groan left his lips, ones that tails of into a whiny noise as you wiped over his skin, his hands becoming fists by his sides, before he bit down on his tongue to try and contain the noises, lips sealing shut, and a grunt rounding it out. “I’m sorry, Mr, uh..”

“You can just call me Clint.”

“I’m sorry, Clint. It’s not all that fun, but it’s a hell of a lot worse than a skin infection, that’s for sure. You’d hate it if this thing got gross and had to be scraped clean.” He grimaced a little at the idea, and you knew the feeling. On more than one occasion, you’d been called out to a call for a person who hadn't called for an original injury, and were now at risk of collapsing, passing out and omitting and sometimes even spasming when the infection got too bad. You hated those trips, when you arrived and tried to work out what was wrong, only to find a finger on one hand completely discoloured and flowing with pus from a simple cooking accident, or a scratch from a pet that hadn't been cared for and was now oozing and bruised. “All done, now, okay?”

You cleared down along his skin, doing the best you could to wipe the dried blood away from his skin and help him to feel a little bit cleaner, and he mumbled a ‘thanks’ as you did. Putting down the wipe and searching through the small plastic box on the floor that you had open, you found the half-empty and folded tube of cream to apply to it, squeezing some onto the tip of your finger, and warming it by rubbing it between your thumb and forefinger to warm it, before smoothing the healing solution over his skin.

Just as you were screwing the top back on, you flinched, pausing for a second as you tried to listen out to see whether you’d heard correctly, and much more clearly this time, your name was bouncing from the walls of the elevator shaft.

Peeling your gloves from your hands and dropping them down to the floor in a ball, you studio up, brushing the dust staining your pants away from your knees, and moving to stand underneath the hatch in the elevator roof.

“Thomas?”

“Yep, that’s me.” You squinted as bright light flashed in your eyes, the light swinging a little from side to side as Thomas moved, but as you peered out into the darkness, you couldn't see anything except for the swinging little spot of the torch. “How’s he lookin’ in there? He going to be able to get in a harness?”

“It’s not ideal, but I think if we climb carefully, we’ll be just fine.” Your voice cracked a little with the sudden shout, but you offered the man a small smile, turning to look at him. “We’re good, right. Clint?”

“We’re great, kiddo.” He mumbled, holding up a weak hand with a thumb stuck up, and you grinned, a reassuring nod for both of you.

“Glad to hear it.” The torch disappeared from your sight once again, and you figured he was looking up, back to the elevator shaft entrance that was obscured from your view, and you twisted your head away as he looked back, the light catching your eyes again, stinging at your retinas. “You’ve both done real good today, we’re almost through with it all. I just need you to come out and grab the harness that Brenda is lowering down beside me, so you can drop it through the hatch.”

“Uh, come out as in on top of the elevator?”

“Can you handle that? I’m only two or three floors away, but if you can get yourself roped up first, it’ll save a lot of time.” It made sense, it was logical, and you didn’t want to be down here any longer than necessary, because, despite the bravery taking you over, you were still in a broken metal box that was hanging precariously at thirteen floors above where it should be, with no safety measures in operation.

“I can do it.”

He gave some kind of reply, something you didn’t catch as you stared up at the entrance of the hatch, the sighs around you becoming clearer as you began to notice the grungy grey walls that were coming into clarity as Thomas’ silhouette got closer and closer to you. Lifting your hands up, you were only a few inches shy of the roof, and pushing off of the floor, the elevator creaked a little in a way that made your stomach twist, but you gripped onto the edge, and you were able to hold on.

As you swung in the air, it wasn’t too much to handle, but your arms trembled as you tried to pull yourself up, not having enough strength to do so, and you dropped back down, the box around you rattling as you did, a grunt leaving your lips as a shock ran along your leg, a jolt of pain at landing on it awkwardly, a flash of heat following it.

“What did you just do?”

“I tried to climb out?” You shouted back, not understanding the rushed sound to his voice, before there was a loud screeching sounding out, and the ground beneath you moved by a few inches, before coming to another solid stop, your arms flying out around you in a panic.

“Don’t move, okay? Don’t move even a step!”

“I’m not! I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to at this point!” There was a shake in your voice, nausea filling you once again and your entire body was tensed painfully tight, fear taking over again. “What’s happening?”

“It shifted. The movements made it come loose, but it's alright.” He was closer, voice no longer needing to shout as much as he near you, and you could now pick out the colours on the logo of his shirt, and the outlines of his features, close enough now that you could speak without shouting. “Just stay real still, and it’s going to be just fine.”

“Okay.” You took a shaky breath, running your breathing routines in your head as you tried to calm yourself down, and you turned on your spot, slowly and carefully to face your patient. “We’re okay. We’ll be fine.”

“Yes, we will.” He sounded just as scared as you, but the fatherly-instinct within him was prompting him to calm you, even though that was what you should be doing for him, and you hummed.

What couldn't have been anything longer than a minute passed you by, before the box you were in was creaking again, a shudder running under your feet that travelled along your spine, chilling your blood instantly in your veins, and your head snapped up. “Thomas?”

“It’s moving again, I’m ri-”

The box shifted, dropping once again, and you felt bile rise in your throat as your feet left the ground for a moment, feeling the air whipping around you.

There was no sound, you couldn't even muster a scream, the entire event happening so quickly that you barely even had time to process it as the fear in your body made you feel like you were blacking out. Your grip on everything slipped away, the lights inside of the box flashing, and then, just like that, you were finding gravity once again.

You collided with the floor roughly, the side of your body aching as you hit against it, the side of your head throbbing angrily only a split second later, and your vision was spotting. It was like a weight sitting on your chest, unable to breathe, fingertips digging into the floor as you tried to support yourself, and push yourself up to sitting up. Your ears were ringing a little, your hand coming up to smack at the side of your head as you knocked yourself back to consciousness and forced your senses to realign, shaking off the dizziness to look around.

Clint had keeled over, eyes wide as he now lay on the floor, his eyes searching for yours, and a groan left you as you rolled over onto your hands and knees, gasping and spluttering for breath as your head spun, an array of different aches raising along your body, and you made your way over to him. Kneeling back and sitting on your heels, you adjusted him carefully, laying him on his back and thank your earlier self that you’d already applied a neck brace to the man, keeping him safe there, and he lay out, staring up at the dimly flickering lights.

“Thomas?” Words came out croaky, your throat sore and dry, the pain of holding in tears as you tried to be the strong one making it painful to talk, and you cleared your throat, trying again to call out to him. “Lieutenant?”

“Oh, thank fucking God. Are you okay?” There was a panicked rush to his voice, and you patted yourself down a little, running your gaze over the man before you, and licking at dry lips to stop them from cracking.

“We’re both still in one piece.” He was far away once again, the light dimmer and his voice more distant, and it only scared you more, making you feel alone, and like you were sitting on a ticking time bomb. “How far did we drop?”

“Uh..” He paused, the lights flashing around the tunnel for a moment, before it was disappearing again. “You’re somewhere between the sixth and seventh floor.”

“Okay, how long until you get to us?”

“I can’t.” The silence was thick between you, the tone in his voice conveying exactly how he felt, and it matched your own mood exactly. Helpless, scared, alone, frustrated, the list could go on, and you pressed down roughly with your nails into your palms, hands shaking as you tried to hold it together. “The ropes can’t get that far down. “Minho and Fry are going to pull me back up, Newt is on his way to the sixth floor, and so are the rest of the truck and squad team. We’re going to have to pull down the wall, okay? They’re already on their way.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Just hold on, and be brave. Can you do that? For me?” You absolutely could not, everything inside of you was rattled and terrified, and you were barely holding it together, but you didn’t want him panicking either, and so you held the trembling in your body off long enough to give him a smooth response;

“Yeah. I’ll manage. Just hurry, okay?”

There was a soft chuckle, empty and weak but it was there, and he agreed, the sound barely reaching your ears as it made its way down the dark elevator shaft. “I’m already on my way to come and get you, I promise.”

Looking back down and around you, the possessions from your bag were scattered around, and you lowered yourself down to the hands and knees, inching your way down slowly until you could reach out around yourself, scarcely crawling at all when you needed to, until you were beginning to gather up the possessions that belonged there. Packing away the kit, you sealed it all up, making sure you didn’t construct any sudden movements, and beginning to pack up your bag.

There were muffled voices on the other side of the wall, what you assumed would be loud shouts was almost a whisper through the layers of metal, concrete and scaffolding, but the cracking and splintering of drywall soon followed it, and you let out a sigh of relief. Packing away the various containers and boxes inside of your bag, you zipped it up, pushing it over to sit in the corner beside where the doors would open, and rocking back to sit with your legs folded before you, hands holding you up.

A hand felt out along the floor, a calloused palm patting the back of your hand gently, before settling over it to squeeze, and the dam inside of you broke. A sob left you, loud and freeing as the tears you’d been blinking away finally formed fully, and leaked along your cheeks in large droplets, a shake moving along your entire body as you did.

He squeezed once again, sitting with you quietly as you gasped for breath, letting out the terrifying mixture of emotions with you. He was shushing you quietly, and you wanted to laugh at how the roles had been reversed, how it as supposed to be you comforting and helping him, but you couldn't help him, breaking down with the overwhelming terror of the situation you were trapped in.

The sounds outside of the elevator were getting louder, voices becoming clearer, and you could hear the clattering made by chunks of the wall being ripped away and scattered across the tiled flooring of the executive building, but you didn’t care, because you had been keeping everything bottled up for so long that you were unable to hold it back any longer, and your body shook with the intensity of your emotions.

Your lungs were once again burning for breath, head spinning and heart racing and you took gasping intakes of air, swallowing down only to splutter and hiccup as you tried to exhale, and the man beside you never said a word, his hand rubbing soothingly over yours beside you on the floor as he tried to remain steady, much in the same way you were.

“I’m so sorry.” Your words were broken up and stuttered, and you tried to get a grip on yourself, wiping at your cheeks and hating how your eyes were stinging, throat raw, feeling like you’d swallowed a ball of fire from the burning within, and you felt like claustrophobia might be a fear you now had to add onto your list, the walls of the box seeming to get smaller and smaller.

Like some kind of blessed relief, there was banging against the doors of the elevator, a tap of a knock, and Chuck’s voice was ringing through to you loud and clear, asking if you were alright. Leaning forwards and pressing your hand to the cold metal, a chuckle of ecstatic relief was released.

“We’re okay, Chuck. You guys planning to get these doors open for us soon?”

There was no verbal response, but instead, a second later, the doors were cracking open, the slight humming of the set of spreaders as it was cracked open, a sliver of natural light piercing through from the lobby, and you caught sight of is flushed cheeks and darker brown curls, a worried face that was trying to ease you by smiling. “Soon enough for you?”

You nodded your head, before he was being pushed aside, blonde coming into view, and as the gap widened enough, you could make him out. His brows were furrowed, a guilty look on his face as he met your gaze, and you shook your head. “Don’t do that to yourself, Newt.”

You could see the cogs turning in his head, one of his hands slipping up to rest on the edge of the elevator, his head at the same height as yours when you leaned down, only the bottom third of the elevator actually making it onto the sixth floor, the rest still raised above. Reaching down and resting your hand over his, he frowned even further, the gap almost wide enough for you to get to work, but the elevator was shuddering a little again at the action, and you pushed Newt’s hand away, just in case, squeezing it before letting go.

“Just so you know, I love you, too. You’re the best friend, like, ever. Even if sometimes I hate it.” His lips flicked up at that, and he nodded his head, before you were glancing away just for a second, he whispered conversation only needing to be shared between the two of you. Grabbing your med-bag and pushing it through the door gap, he took it, accepting it and dropping or down. “I’m going to need the board, and you need to be ready to go. As soon as he’s out, get to the ambo’, okay?”

“You’ll call once you’re out too, right? So I know you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I will.” You swore it, and he backed away, preparing the blackboard to be slid up to you, holding it over his head as the gap finally became wide enough, and you backed out of the space to be able to receive it. As you rolled out of the way, the elevator creaked again, dropping a couple more centimetres, and you swallowed thickly, annoying the straps as quickly as you could.

There was so much commotion going on outside of the elevator, your mind spinning as you tried to focus, and you heard Brenda and Gally arriving, clearly having pulled out their anchor and received their ropes, and you laid the plastic board out carefully beside Clint.

“Okay, there’s normally two of us for this, so I’m going to need your help here, okay?” He hummed, his eyes finding yours, a look flashing through that told you he understood, and you placed a hand flat under his shoulder and hip. “I’m going to roll you, and I need you to tense up, hold it for as long as you can, and I’ll push the board under you, then, when you roll back, try to shuffle onto it, okay?”

He did as told, his body going tense, despite the pain it caused as he winced, and you rolled him over onto his side as much as you could alone. Freeing one hand from his body, you pushed the board under him, and as he rolled back down, he groaned, but the shuffle had worked, because he sat squarely in the middle of the bard where he should be, and you wasted no time.

Pulling the first strap over his waist tightly, you did it up, sealing him down, and moving to the one over his chest. Once there were secure, you wrapped one over the top of his head grinning a little as he stared up at you, holding his head still, before you were tracing along his feet and arms, doing up every fasten you could think of for his safety. “You ever been crowd surfing, Clint?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” Your joke was well-received, barely a second of silence before he was letting out a pained chuckle, and you looked back to the door. Gally and Winston were first, stood on either side and ready to receive the board, lifting him carefully above their heads to lower him down, and Newt had raised the trolley up as high as it could go in order to collect him.

You held in your grunt of pain at the exertion of sliding the board across the floor, hearing the scraping of the plastic along the ground, before the elevator was shaking again. Their hands sealed around the end, and the pressure was taken off of you as it began to inch out further and further again, letting them pull it as more bodied came to join, more hands stabilising the mix, and the movement at the end of the hall caught your attention.

The opposite elevator opened up, carrying the final three bodies; Minho, Frypan and Thomas. You could at least breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the rest of your team were all safe, with their feet flat on the ground and not dangling precariously hundreds of feet off the ground. The former two raced forwards, each hooking onto the stretcher board and helping to pull it the rest of the way out, and then, he was disappearing from your sights, strapped to the stretcher and ready to be wheeled away.

A final glance from Newt, a nod of your head, and then honey-coloured eyes were filling your vision as Thomas popped up in front of you. The sudden change it weight and all the added movement was making it unstable once again, his jaw dropping, mind seemingly going blank, and you gripped onto the edges of the doors as it trembled, tipping a little to one side as metal ground against concrete, the ropes on one side of the elevator beginning to give way and snap, the subtle sounds of the metal fraying sounding in your ears as small cables began to tinker on the metal roof as they fell free.

“You need to get out, like, now.”

You could only nod, trying to adjust yourself on the tilted angle to swing your legs through the gap, and you got one out, before the lift was jerking again, dropping down to become even, and the metal was caving under its own weight. “Oh, fuck it.”

A large hand found your ankle, tugging you forwards, your body jerking at the motion and the lift moved too, but before it could drop away, another hand was finding your waist, tugging you free, and you tumbled forwards enough to stumble as you dropped down the gap, but you never landed on the ground. That same hand dragged along your body as he fell back a little from the impact, holding you up the hand from your calf found your back and the hand from your hip was circling under your arms to hold onto you tightly, staggering backwards and away from the danger.

When your feet found the floor again, your toes were brushing against it, before your entire body was sagging into Thomas’, knees going weak, and you were relying upon him to hold you up everything seemed to go numb all at once. Your head fell forwards, too heavy to even hold up as your eyes fluttered closed, and your forehead pressed into his shoulder as you let him support you entirely, legs buckling underneath you.

The arms around you only tightened, the one under your arms relaxing to simply hold you, fingers spreading as his hands sat between your shoulder blades, and he rubbed slowly, the hug unexpected, but exactly what you needed, and your hands moving around him too, bunching in the back of his shirt as you took a shuddering breath and held on for dear life.

“Told you I was coming to get you.”

You could only laugh, a pathetic sound that barely made itself known in response to the words he’d whispered in your ears, but it didn’t matter, because you were soon being pulled back, Thomas’ hold on your dropping down to simply having a hand settled on your lower back as Brenda cupped your cheeks, wiping away any residual wetness sphere with her thumbs, before shaking her head.

“You scared the shit outta’ me.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t all that fond of the experience, either.” You muttered, a wave of laughter going up around you, from the other team members, and you jumped a little at the creaking of metal once again, the box dropping a foot or so further down. Reaching behind your back, to the hand that was still rubbing motions that were barely detectable into your skin, you took his wrist, pulling it away from you as he paused upon the contact.

You couldn’t keep up with the conversation around you, questions and observations about it all being thrown at you, but you could focus on the way Thomas had been able to calm you down so well before, and how you needed a little more of that now. Taking his hand in your own, just like he had done when you’d still been in your harness, you breathed a sigh of relief as his fingers wrapped around your palm in welcome return.

There was still a lot to be done, the job here was far from over, but right now, you were taking a pause to let yourself calm down, and as Thomas squeezed your hand in comfort, you squeezed back.

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Remember Me

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24​ Pairing: Thomas x Fem!Reader Words Count: 5978 Warnings: language, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of torture, explosions, angst

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Standing with his arms crossed over his chest, Thomas waits impatiently for Newt to finish cutting through the lock on the door to the train with the blow torch.

Uncrossing one of his arms, Thomas brings his hand up and anxiously begins chewing on the side of his thumb nail.

He heard you, heard your voice ring out through the countless other voices filtering through the metal of the train car when screamed for you and Minho-- he’s sure of it.

There were two train cars, a fifty-fifty shot at grabbing the one you were on or the one Minho was on, however, there was only one chance, one berg being stolen from WCKD to take one of the cars.

If the universe was ready to throw him a bit of good luck, you and Minho would have been on the same train car-- and it would be this one he’s standing in front of right now.

The final few inches of the metal lock were burned away and the guys each ram their shoulders into the door until it finally crashes open.

Thomas quickly walks inside the dim lighted car, the rows and rows of teenagers stolen by WCKD all jerking back into their seats, either from the sudden bright light or the unknown variable of who it was that took them.

Seeing Aris and Sonya, Thomas walks to them quickly and sets his hand on the boy’s chest “Aris, hey you guys okay?”

At their nods, Thomas pats his hand against them once more and moves down the aisle again. There’s chains hanging from the roof of the train car all attached to shackles that are set around everyone’s wrists.

“You guys are okay, you’re safe just hold on” Thomas reassures quickly as he flits his eyes around the countless scared faces looking up at him, his eyes desperately searching for your beautiful eyes and the familiar dark head of hair belonging to Minho.

Thomas reaches the end of the train car, turning back around to look over the rows once more and seeing Newt making the same steps he had up the row “They’re not here.”

Once everyone is freed from their seats on the train, Vince and the rest of the Right Arm get them sorted with food and water, telling them about the next part of the plan with getting the ship up and working again before the journey to the safe haven.

Thomas pushes off the wall he was leaning against listening to Vince’s speech, knowing he can’t be on that ship if you and Minho are still with WCKD.

A plan is already forming as he makes his way to where Aris and Sonya are with Newt, Harriet, Frypan, Brenda and Jorge.

Thomas kneels in front of the pair, holding in his grimace as he gets a better look at the bruises and cuts forming on Aris and Sonya’s faces.

He shakes his head, clearing his mind from the thoughts that you and Minho have the same bruises, or were getting them right now, or…

Thomas clears the sudden emotion from his throat, watching Aris take a sip from the cup Harriet handed to him before he connects his eyes with Thomas’ and jokes lightly “Took you guys long enough to rescue us.”

Thomas releases a soft chuckle and nudges Aris’ knee before he quips, “It’s good to see you too, man-- so what happened?”

Aris attempts to smile, lifting one side of his mouth as he answers “I fought back-- tried to anyway.”

Sonya looks between Thomas and Harriet “You’re lucky you found us at all, they had us on the move a lot-- it felt like something big was happening.”

“Any idea where they were heading?” Newt questions, earning Thomas to look back at him quickly before looking at Aris who shakes his head “All I know is-- they kept talking about a city...”

“I didn’t think there were any cities left” Harriet voices everyones thoughts before Brenda chimes in “That’s because there aren’t, not still standing any way.”

Thomas turns back towards Aris and Sonya with his next question “Okay wait-- what about y/n and Minho? Why weren’t they on the train with you?”

Aris and Sonya share a somber look, one that has Thomas on alert-- immediately thinking the worst as his back straightens.

Aris looks away, guilt forming in his gut at once again not being able to stop them from taking you.

Him trying to make sure you were on the same train as him and Sonya was the exact reason you and Minho were put on a different train-- his face showing how hard he fought back.

Aris releases a broken sigh, dropping his eyes to the floor between them quickly before connecting their gazes once more “I’m sorry, Thomas-- they were.”

                                     ***

After the train was halted by Thomas, it was after nightfall when Janson and his goons arrived onto the scene and everyone in your train car was unshackled, lined up and scanned as you were deboarded.

Once again forced onto your knees on the hard, rocky ground below. Minho was placed beside you and shared a somber look with you, one you returned because you both were that close to being the train car Thomas and whoever else with the Right Arm was with him had taken. 

You can’t be terribly upset though, they did rescue a lot of kids-- still didn’t lessen the pain and reality check of how much more difficult it would be to escape. WCKD wasn’t going to let this go unnoticed, you all would be guarded even more than you previously were.

Janson had walked up to you both, muttering “He’ll be back-- he didn’t get what he really wanted.”

You all were loaded up again on a car of the train closer towards the front that was detached, the whole time smiling to yourself that Thomas pulled something to this extreme off.

The train stopped in what looked like a city, you didn’t get to see much of it though as they quickly ushered you into the tallest building in the city’s skyline that was WCKD’s main headquarters of scientific operation.

Minho turned back around, looking through the crowd and finding you before you’re thrown into a cell and him into his own.

You’re thrown into one of the cells with seven other kids around your age, Janson walks in with his ridiculous smirk on his face and connects his eyes with yours “Don’t get too comfy-- your turn will come soon enough.”

He turns to leave and slams the door behind him, your stomach dropping with the noise as you look out through the small window in the door.

You shuffle your feet backwards finding the last empty bed, the back of your thighs hit the metal frame and you sit onto the mattress.

Shifting around you lay down, your eyes closing before you lay your arm across your brow line.

                                     ***

Vince had shut down Thomas’ plan to head to the last city, voicing his concern about how insane they would be to pull another stunt like the one they just did without the six months of planning and element of surprise they previously had on their side “I know it’s y/n and Minho, but you can’t ask me to put all those kids on the line for two people-- I can’t, I won’t.”

Thomas knew they all couldn’t stay where they were hiding out, not for the week he thought it would take. They needed to get out onto the ship as soon as possible-- so he had decided he was going to the last city on his own.

Of course he wasn’t going to be going alone. Newt met him at the car he was planning on taking, smirking at him and revealing Frypan also sitting in the car.

The Brit met his friend’s gaze and shrugged a shoulder “Well we started this together, may as well end it that way too” and the three of them set out to rescue their friends.

After only being on the road for a couple of hours the trio came upon a mandatory virus checkpoint site and a tunnel right in the middle of their only pathway.

Thomas looked everywhere on the map and realizing it was their only option, they entered the tunnel.

It wasn’t long in the tunnel until they soon found themselves being overrun by cranks.

Frypan swerved around the countless abandoned cars, taking one turn too sharp and they crashed.

The trio were fighting the cranks off as best they could with their only gun before they moved their eyes around the massive group of death that was quickly closing in on them and realised they were in deep shit.

Their luck wasn’t completely out though because Brenda and Jorge came out of nowhere, crashing through the cranks and the trio quickly climbed into the truck.

The last city was real and they built a massive concrete wall similar to what the maze was made out of around it.

Outside the wall, there were massive crowds of people who were rallying in protest to be let into the city that closed the doors.

Above the doors, guns appeared and started firing on the crowd of protesters. Thomas, Newt, Fry, Brenda, and Jorge tried to run back with the dispersing crowd before they were captured by a contingent of masked men who took them to a hideout.

One of the masked men ended up being Gally and after Thomas punched him in the face in retaliation for him killing Chuck, Newt pulled him back.

Newt informed Gally why they were trying to get into the last city and Gally immediately took the group to see Lawrence.

Lawrence was the rebellion leader for Gally’s group and the people stuck outside the city walls and was infected heavily with the flare, kept only alive by an IV and constant administration of the same light blue serum concoction Mary put together for Brenda.

Lawrence granted them permission to enter the last city through a secret entrance, once Thomas reassured he could get him more of the temporary gift of time concoction from WCKD.

Lawrence only allows Thomas and Newt to go with Gally, needing leverage that they will come back so Fry, Brenda and Jorge stay behind with the rebellion group.

Thomas and Newt climb the ladder down into a tunnelway, following behind Gally who Thomas still couldn’t believe was alive.

Gally was alive and not only saved Thomas from the crowd being shot at by the WCKD wall but also were his only way to get into the building where you were being kept with Minho.

What the fuck were the odds?

Thomas and Newt follow behind Gally, their feet crunching into the gravel of the subway train tunnel before they find another ladder to climb up.

The trio make their way up into the city, Thomas and Newt completely taken aback by the lights of the city and how different it is from the world outside the walls.

Gally leads them up the side of the building, coming up to the lookout point and nodding towards the telescope once he gets it setup towards the right floor of the WCKD lab.

Thomas looks between Gally and the telescope twice before he sighs and steps forward, bending slightly to line his eye with the viewfinder.

Thomas’ eyes widen and he jerks back when he sees Teresa through one of the windows of the tall WCKD building.

Gally shrugs “I said I had a way in-- I didn’t say you were gonna like it.”

Back outside of the walls with the rebellion group, they try to work out a plan to use Teresa to get inside WCKD

“No, there’s gotta be another way” Thomas huffs and walks away from the table

Brenda lifts her hand off the table and scoffs towards the guys “Am I missing something here? This is the same girl who betrayed us, correct-- same dick?”

“I like her.” Gally quips and Thomas rolls his eyes, looking back towards Brenda when she continues “What’s going on?”

Thomas shakes his head, voicing his concern “Exactly, she betrayed us. What makes you think she will do anything to help us now? She went back there to experiment on them, she’s not just going to help us find them now!”

“I don’t plan on asking for her permission” Gally mutters and Newt pushes off his lean on the table “Regardless if she wants to help us, she’s going to. She’s the whole reason y/n and Minho are even missing right now anyways. Now last I checked you loved y/n, right-- just got her back and made a promise to protect her. Has something changed? Why the bloody hell are we not doing any and everything we can to get her and Minho back?”

Thomas sighs out a deep breath, keeping his eyes on Newt and muttering just loud enough for everyone to hear “If this doesn’t work--”

Newt shakes his head, stepping forward to slap Thomas on the shoulder “It’s going to work, mate.”

Thomas and Gally go back into the city when night falls, luring Teresa far enough away from the bustling city streets so they can capture her and take her back outside of the walls to where they’re set up with the rebellion group.

They started questioning Teresa, Gally pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of her “We’ll start off simple-- where are they keeping y/n and Minho?”

“You guys don’t seriously think--” Teresa frantically begins, however Gally interrupts her “We know you have them in the building-- where are they?”

She doesn’t answer right away, taking a few moments more to be stubborn before she finally answers them “With the others in holding-- sublevel three.”

“How many others?” Thomas questions and after Teresa answers twenty eight, Brenda looks up from her game of solitaire and nods “I can make that work”

Teresa widens her eyes and shakes her head quickly “No-- no, you guys don’t understand the whole level’s restricted-- you can’t get in without a thumbprint ID.”

“That’s why you’re gonna come with us.” Thomas informs, though Gally is quick to shrug, never moving his eyes off of the girl as he stands up and moves back over to the table by Thomas “Well I don’t know-- we don’t necessarily need her. Right? Not all of her-- we just need her finger.”

“Gally, back off.” Thomas argues, Gally quick to counter back “What are you squeamish? I guarantee you she’s done a lot worse to Minho and your little girlfriend.”

Thomas stands up and reaches for the scalpel in Gally’s hand “That’s not the plan-- back off”

Teresa huffs and shakes her head quickly “It won't make a difference. Do whatever you want to me. You still won't get through the front door. The sensors will pick you up, the--”

“We know-- we're tagged. Property of WCKD...” Thomas trails off and kneels beside her before he continues, “You’re going to help us with that, too” he informs as he holds up the scalpel he took from Gally.

Teresa begrudgingly gets to work removing the trackers from behind their necks, Thomas going last.

After slicing a small incision into his neck, Teresa moves her eyes over to across the room watching Jorge hug Brenda before he leaves to fulfill his part of the plan “She’s looking good-- healthy. How have you been getting her serum?”

Thomas furrows his brows, trying to keep still through her mini torture session “What are you talking about?”

“Brenda. I didn’t think she’d still be alive, when was her last treatment?” Teresa implores, gripping the tweezers tighter as she finds the end tail of the tracking device.

“At the Right Arm-- the last time we saw you” Thomas mutters, his words freezing Teresa’s movements as she barely whispers “But that was months ago--”

Thomas jerks forward with the sharp sting in his neck, lifting his hand up to protect the incision as he glares back over his shoulder at her.

Teresa’s arms are still frozen in the air, moving her wide eyes between his “Thomas that’s not possible she should have turned by now. There’s no way she could possibly still be... who-- who gave her the blood, you or y/n?”

Hearing your name fall from her lips, Thomas clenches his jaw and stands up abruptly before he starts to walk away “All right, that’s enough”

Teresa follows the steps he took away from her, rushing out her question “You don’t believe me?”

Thomas turns back to her and all but growls out “Do you really expect me to? You made your choice and took everything away from me.”

Gally steps closer to the pair “Everything okay over here?”

Thomas nods “Yeah, we’re done.”

                                     ***

Disguised in guard uniforms-- Thomas, Newt, Gally and Teresa made their way through the WCKD building, heading to sublevel three with minimal obstacles of other guards blocking their way.

Once the guards on watch were taken care of and passed out on the ground, Gally got to work getting the blow torch ready to open the vault with the serum while Thomas and Newt set out to free the immures.

Opening the doors of the cells where they were being held, Thomas and Newt once again quickly move their eyes around the group of kids moving out into the holding area.

They desperately search through the now empty rooms and Thomas clenches his jaw in aggravation at once again not seeing you or Minho

“They’re not here” he calls over to Newt before quickly walking over to Teresa “Where the hell are they?”

Teresa is at a loss, moving over to the computers the guards use she overrides them and searches yours and Minho’s numbers for where you were taken.

She furrows her brows and doubles checks the screen before she informs him “Someone moved her and Minho to the medical wing-- Thomas that’s on the other side of the building”

Thomas gives her a look and pulls her away from the computer “I don’t give a shit, take me to her now”

Gally tells Newt and Thomas to go and he’ll get the vault open, grab the serum and take the kids to meet Brenda in the garage where the bus is waiting.

Thomas nods at the new plan and makes his way with Newt and Teresa through the building taking an elevator.

On the elevator they ran into Janson-- who after they got off on a floor caught up to them, gun drawn, a few minutes later after he figured out Newt and Thomas were the guards who were in the elevator with Teresa.

Teresa solved Thomas and Janson’s gun draw by shoving Thomas and Newt into a doorway and pulling the fire alarm causing the door between them to slam shut-- Thomas and Newt on one side Teresa, Janson and the other guards on the other.

Thomas and Newt don’t wait a moment longer and take off down the hallway, walking into another area of the building where people in lab coats are walking around.

The fire alarm and the fact the both Newt and Thomas took off their helmets are causing the lab coats to look at them as they make their way through the level.

Thomas stops when his eyes drift down a side hallway, seeing Ava Paige in front of him. He draws his gun, aiming right at her when Newt sees guards rushing towards them with their guns drawn “Thomas, run!”

Newt wraps his arm around Thomas and pulls him away

The pair are dodging bullets as they run throughout the floor and fire back at the guards who are relentless in their shooting.

Newt finds what looks like a grenade on one of the guards who is passed out at their feet, he grabs it and arms it.

Hearing the counting down tick, he yells for Thomas to take cover before Newt throws the device down at the last three guards firing at them.

The device delivers the last few quick ticking noises before it explodes in electric currents that shoot out and hit all of the guards.

Thomas and Newt share a look after watching the guards’ bodies lockup and crumble to the floor, Thomas reaching out and hitting his friend on the chest “Nice-- let’s go”

They rush past another hallway, steps faltering and backtracking immediately when they see a person lying on a bed, not just a person-- you.

Thomas rushes up to you, his hands shaking and hovering over you as his mind catches up with what he’s seeing.

He swallows hard, setting his hands on the sides of your face gently as he croaks out “y/n--”

Newt looks up from your sleeping form and checks all the directions the three of you are in the open.

Not seeing any threats, he moves back and peers around the corner also finding it clear for the time being.

“y/n, come on baby-- wake up” Thomas tries again, moving his thumb against your cheek before your sharp intake of breath has him jerking back slightly.

His hands stay on the sides of your face, leaning closer into your line of sight and seeing your eyes well with tears.

Thomas licks his lips before he reassures quickly “Hey, hey, hey you’re okay-- we found you”

You close your eyes, groaning softly and trying to turn your head to the side as you barely mutter above a whisper “It’s not real, you’re not real-- just-- please just leave me alone...”

Newt looks over his shoulder with your words, connecting his sad gaze with Thomas’ before your soft hiccup of a sob gains their attention again.

Thomas licks his lips quickly, getting closer to you once again so he’s all you see “y/n, it’s me okay-- this is real, I’m real and I need you to come back to me-- remember me, because we’re getting you the fuck out of here.”

Slowly you raise your arms up, resting your hand against the side of his face. You trail your fingers over his cheek, feeling the stubble that’s started to grow that brings a soft smile to your face.

Thomas’ face softens as he feels your gentle touch trail down his cheek and across his bottom lip, your eyes following the path your fingers are making. He presses a kiss to your fingertips, your eyes snapping up to connect with his.

The guard behind your eyes that this was another simulation trick drops, Thomas watching them clear.

He releases a soft breathy chuckle before he leans forward and captures your lips in a series of quick, sweet kisses.

“You found me” you breath out, your lips brushing against his as he nods “I did, come on let’s get you up-- set your arms behind my neck.”

You do as instructed, Thomas sliding an arm behind your back and under your knees to slide them over the side of the bed you were laying on.

Thomas steps to the side out of the way of your legs and wraps one of your arms behind his neck, bracing you as you move to stand on your bare feet.

A guard turns around the corner where the three of you are, Newt moving in front of you and Thomas as the guard orders you three to freeze and raise your hands.

One more order from the guard before a bellow of a war scream attached to a body that soars from the side and crashes into the guard, slamming him up against the wall.

The three of you widen your eyes, taking in Minho who is hitting the guard over and over. He screams again, grabbing the front of the guard’s uniform before he throws him to the side and he crashes through a glass panel into a side room.

Minho screams once more at the passed out guard, moving his eyes over towards you guys before the three of you rush towards him and embrace in a group hug.

Minho pulls back, moving his eyes over you all as he mutters “Is this real?”

Thomas and Newt smile at their friend, smiling and offering nods before your little reunion is once again cut short when more guards show up and start shooting at you.

Thomas wraps his arm behind your waist and pulls you with him as you all take off running down the hallway.

Your bare feet feeling all the grooves and debris on the floor, though the pain is the farthest thing on your mind as you rush through the hallways.

Thomas finds a door and rushes you all inside the room. He slams it closed and throws his shoulder into it, his eyes dropping to the lock and twisting it to the red locked position.

You move your eyes around the unused room, filled with a mix of supplies and office furniture. Moving closer to the side, you try to find a door or any other option for a way out other than the door you just ran through that will have guards trying to break it down soon enough.

Thomas pushes off the door, walking towards the window and turning in a circle. He shares a look with you before the dull pounding of the guards hitting the door fills the room “Fuck--”

“Any ideas?” Newt mutters and Thomas walks up to the window, looking down as far as he can and nodding his head to the side when he sees a pool of water, that probably used to be some form of a fountain before the flare ruined the world.

He looks back over his shoulder at the three of you and swallows hard “Maybe”

Minho and Thomas grab a canister and rush forwards, throwing the object against the window and breaking it before it falls down below.

Careful of the broken glass, you all look over the edge of the broken window, watching the canister as it crashes through the surface of the water.

It landed somewhat in the middle and with how heavy the canister was, that’s good news for a body jumping that distance.

Thomas makes a noise “Okay it’s doable--” he trails off and moves back a few steps.

You, Newt, and Minho share a hesitant look, turning around to face Thomas as he bounces on his feet, his gaze looking out the window as he continues “Just need a little running start”

“You sure about this?” you clarify, the nerves shaking your knees at thinking about jumping out of a window as you walk up beside him.

“Not really--” Thomas admits and Minho scoffs, moving to stand on Thomas’ other side “Nice pep talk”

“Yea, we’re all bloody inspired” Newt quips while he walks up on your other side, Thomas throwing him a look as he tries to control his breathing.

One more hard metal pounding noise and door slams open, whatever they were using to break it down succeeding and solidifying your only option of an escape.

All of you quickly turn around towards the now open door, Thomas grabbing your hand and muttering “Shit-- go, go, go!” before all four of you simultaneously move your feet, quickly charging into a run for the short distance to the window.

As soon as you cross the edge, Thomas grips your hand harder and you jump in the air.

Four screams ring out through the night, following your bodies descent until you crash through the surface of the pool below.

Kicking your feet and swiping your arms as fast as you can through the water, you break the surface of the pool.

You gasp loudly, welcoming the rush of oxygen flowing through your lungs as you cough.

Thomas breaks the surface as well, coughing and taking deep breaths in as he looks around him and sees you, Newt and Minho safely bobbing above the water.

He turns back towards the building and seeing Janson leaning slightly out the window, Thomas smirks as he lifts one of his hands up out of the water, flipping his middle finger at the rat man.

You swim over towards the edge of the pool with the guys, Thomas and Minho climbing out first and turning to help you and Newt out of the water.

“You okay?” Thomas wraps his arms around your middle once you’re out of the water, your face going into the crook of his neck as you nod with your answer and wrap your arms around him as well.

You are pulled out of your little moment of comfort though when you hear “You four don’t move!”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me” Thomas grumbles, watching as four guards with their guns drawn close in around your group.

“Get on your knees with your hands in the air” one of them orders, the four of you slowly doing as you’re told before one of the guards turns his gun from being directed at you to shooting electric paralyzing pellets at the other three guards.

“You son of a bitch” one of them croaks out as they crumble to the ground.

You move your wide eyes between the guards, the one who shot down the others jumping down a step in front of your group and taking off his helmet.

The guy looks familiar to you but you can’t place him, Minho filling in the missing piece for you “Gally?”

You nod, remembering now when he was sent into the maze when you were working for WCKD.

Gally nods towards him “Minho” before he looks up towards the building and the broken window you just jumped through “You guys are fuckin’ nuts.”

He turns and starts to walk away, Thomas looking at Minho and chuckling lightly at the dumbfounded look on his face “I’ll explain later.”

Following behind Gally, you all duck behind a knee high cement wall when you see all the WCKD vehicles speeding in every direction down the streets.

“Well, they’re definitely pissed” Gally quips and you nod as your eyes move down the street.

Thomas starts to take off the heavy guard uniform and looks over towards Gally “How far are the tunnels?”

“Uh, maybe 12 blocks from here-- we can make it” Gally answers, earning nods from you and Thomas.

Newt doubles over and coughs roughly, Minho sets his hands on his shoulders and you turn back to look at Thomas “How long as he been like that?”

Thomas removes the last of the guard uniform and flicks his eyes over towards his friend “He’ll be okay-- we just need to get to the group and get the serum”

Gally clears his throat and looks between you and Thomas “What was Teresa going on about with one of you giving Brenda your blood?”

You flick your eyes to Gally “What did you just say?”

Gally looks hesitant, swallowing thickly and looking over to Thomas before he looks back to you and fills in “She-- uh she asked how Brenda was still alive and whether you or Thomas gave her blood? I have no idea what that means but--”

“Brenda is still alive?” You interrupt Gally and question towards Thomas who furrows his brows and nods “Yeah”

You shake your head, your mind quickly going a mile a minute as your try to work through what this could mean “Was there more serum at the camp after the attack?”

Newt coughs loudly behind you again and Thomas shakes his head “No she’s only had the dose that Mary gave her”

You drop your gaze to the ground, whispering “It was my blood”

“What? y/n, what are you--” Thomas tried but you lift your gaze to his and interrupt him “Thomas I can save Newt”

He nods, looking at you like he already knows that “Yeah we have the serum, we can save him but we gotta get to Brenda--”

You shake your head “No that serum will only give him time, the limited time that Mary was warning Jorge about for Brenda. She shouldn’t be alive, Thomas. She would have needed more of that serum. The only difference between the serum you guys just got from the vault and the one given to Brenda was me-- my blood was mixed in it.”

Thomas looks over to Gally, who looks away to give you guys a little bit of privacy in your cramped hideout spot, before Thomas scoots across the ground closer to set his hands on your upper arms “You don’t know that that’s the case, and I’m not letting you go back in there and telling fucking Teresa you could be a cure-- I’m not risking losing you again.”

You shrug, trying to reason “She can mix the serum with my blood together though, we don’t have a way to do that.”

Thomas clenches his jaw, the fire in his eyes not backing down “We’ll figure it out but I’m not letting you be a human blood bag if this is true.”

“And I'm not letting you lose one of your best friends” you push up onto your knees, pressing your lips against his before you grab his radio and stand up, rushing back away from them.

“No, y/n wait!” Thomas bellows, reaching for you and just missing your shirt. Gally pulls Thomas back out of sight from another WCKD squad car while you slam your back against the building across from them.

You hold up the radio and whisper shout back to them “Go to Brenda, get Newt time and radio me on where to meet you.”

Thomas releases an aggravated growl deep in his chest, slamming his hands on the ground in front of him as you stealthily make your way back the way you had just come from, heading straight back for WCKD.

“She’s either really brave or really stupid” Gally mumbles and makes sure the coast is clear before he helps Thomas stand up and they move over to help Newt also stand up.

A loud explosion gains their attention and they look over towards an area of the wall that was blown open. Gally widens his eyes “They were supposed to just take down WCKD, not the whole fucking city.”

The rebellion group drives truck after truck through the whole in the wall, firing at buildings and WCKD squad cars.

Registering his words Thomas looks over to Gally quickly “They’re going to take down WCKD?”

Gally nods, still watching everything unfolding and answering back absentmindedly “They weren’t supposed to start until we made it out”

Thomas moves over to Newt and Minho slaps him on the chest “Go after her, Gally and I will get Newt to Brenda and we’ll come back for you two”

A debate flashes in Thomas’ eyes and Newt breathes out harshly, setting his hand on Thomas’ shoulder “Go Tommy, we’ll see you soon.”

                                     ***

You raise your hands in surrender when you walk through the lobby and see a guard with his gun raised directly at you. Janson walks up next, standing just behind the guard and smirks down to you “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot you right now?”

Clenching your jaw with his words, you take a deep breath in and connect your eyes with his “Radio Teresa and tell her my blood was given to Brenda.”

Janson just raises a brow, taking a moment before he gives in to your request and does just that.

Once he’s jabbed that your life is awaiting her response, there’s a moment of pause before Teresa’s voice echoes throughout the lobby around you “Don’t hurt her-- bring her to me in the lab.”

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Posted 31 January 2020

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Tomuary - Day 19

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Losing Your Memory//Tomuary Fic

A/N: I have NO clue what this, I listened to the song an figured it would write something else for it. SO this is not with the actual series that I am doing now. Just something fun for Tomuary 

Description: The song I used for this is Losing Your Memory by Ryan Star. Y/N and Tommy have a moment before being separated into their mazes.  @dylinski @writingsbychlo @cxddlyash @parker-potter @xceafh @stiles-o-dylan24 @fan-child **************************************************************************************

Call all your friends

Tell them i’m never coming back

Cuz this is the end

You were tired. It was almost as if all the energy had been sapped out of you at the last escape attempt. You knew that wasn’t it though, it was the drugs that were already working through your system. Making you easier to handle, to change...to erase. The beeping is what caused  you to open your eyes. The last thing that you remembered was being ripped away from his arms, but now all you felt was the chill in the room. Looking around at the brightly lit room, you could see figures moving around and talking. Seeing movement to your left, it felt like all the breath had been knocked out of your lungs. 

Tommy was laying on the bed next to you with his eyes closed. He looked like was barely breathing. Cuts covered his face and your mind flashed back to him trying to protect you as the guards took you away from him. If he was here then what did that mean for you guys? Trying to look around more without drawing attention, you finally realized the room you were in. It was where they brought you to prep you for the maze. 

Your body started shaking, not from the cold in the room but from the fear that was coursing through your veins. You knew what this meant...your mind was going to be wiped and you would have no recollection of who Tommy was. Hearing your name be called, your head looked to the right and saw Teresa’s wide eyes staring at you. She hurried over as she undid the straps that held you to the bed and helped you up. 

“What the hell is going on?” She asked as she put a blanket around you. You knew better than to try and run, it didn’t work out in your favor before. 

“We tried to escape...I guess they are tired of it.” You said quietly. You stared down at your hands in your lap as you felt Teresa’s arms go around you. You could feel the girl shake as she realized what this meant.

“They are sending you in then?” A nod from you was the only answer she needed before the tears came out. Making sure you were okay, Teresa walked over Tommy who was slowly starting to wake up. Once he realized what was going on, his body jerked against the binds. His eyes searched frantically for you before he realized where you were. 

“What's going on?” He asked quietly. His voice was horse from all the screaming that happened, but you could hear the worry in his voice. Neither of you spoke as he looked between you and Teresa. He knew what was going on just by the tears on her face. “No..no..they can’t send us in there. They have to know that if they do we would just start to remember.” 

Teresa had walked over to where your files were kept and looked at them. It didn’t seem possible, but the look on her face got even sadder. “They are splitting you up. Y/N is going to Maze A and you’re going to Maze B.” The words hit like a knife to your heart. You and Tommy had been friends since you were five. In all those years you had never been apart from each other, and you never thought you had to be. When you made the plan to escape he was mad at you for not including him. And now you two would never see each other again. 

I would have died

I would of loved you 

All my life. 

The walls felt like they were closing in on your as it got harder to breath. You knew what was happening, panic attacks were normal with stressful situations like this. You had seen it a million times with other kids. But you never had one yourself, you always thought you were stronger than that. But the thought of losing Tommy forever...to never be able to see his face again or even remember who he was, that crushed you more than anything. Feeling hands on your face, you forced yourself to look up into those beautiful brown eyes that you had fallen in love with. You didn’t realize that Teresa had unstrapped him but you were grateful that she did. 

“Hey, look at me. Nothing is going to change.” He whispered as he pulled you closer to his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was something that always relaxed you. Made you feel like you were at home in this hellish world. Your fists grabbed at his shirt till you thought you might rip it, but you didn’t care. Eyes closing, you just stood there sobbing as he rubbed your back and put kisses on top of your head trying to calm you. Breathing in his scent, you tried to remember every little detail about him. Everything that you loved about him so even in the maze, you wouldn’t forget it. What you didn’t know was that he was doing the same to you. 

Teresa had come back over and put her hand on Tommy’s back as he turned to look at her. “I need to start getting you guys ready to go.” She said quietly. The sadness in her eyes was evident as she saw you clutch onto the boy harder. 

Wake up, it's time, little girl, wake up

All the best of what we've done is yet to come

It was a quick change. They got you in a pair of jeans, black boots and a layered shirt with a tank under it. Grabbing a hair tie, you pulled your long hair back into a ponytail before leaving the room that Teresa had led you in. Walking out you saw both Tommy and Teresa standing there and arguing before looking towards you. “I asked and they said that we can send you both up at the same time. Give you both your doses...let you say goodbye.” The last part she whispered, almost afraid of the outburst from you like she got from Tommy. 

All you did was walk over and grab his hand, linking your fingers in with his and started down the hall. As you got closer to the room the panic feeling was starting to set in again. You felt Tommy squeeze your hand and pull you closer as you both were led into a room. There were two doors across from each other and you already knew what they led to, you had done this with others. The door behind you slammed shut and locked as you looked at the two doctors in the room, your heart rate picking up speed. Tommy seemed to sense your distress as he turned to you and put his hands on your face, forcing you to look at him. 

“Do you remember what I said to you when I told you that I loved you?” He asked. You nodded as the tears sprung to your eyes. “I told you that no matter what would happen to us, no matter where we go, I would find you. No matter what.” His voice was slightly above a whisper as his eyes darted to where the doctors were getting ready with the needles that would take you away from each other. “This is no different, Y/N/N. I will find you again, I don’t care how long it takes.”  

Wake up, it's time, little girl, wake up

Just remember who I am in the morning

“I love you..i’m so sorry I drug you into this Thomas.” Your hands moved up his chest and gripped his shirt one more time as he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was quick, but needed. Something else that you could try and remember. 

“Don’t. You are not at fault for this.” He said as the doctors slowly started towards you. “I would follow you to the ends of the earth if you let me.” The comment caused a strangled laugh to fall from your lips as you remembered the conversation that he confessed his love to you. Pressing one more kiss to his lips, you felt the doctors hands around your arms as they started pulling you away from the boy that you loved so much. 

“Thomas!” You yelled as you felt the slight pinch of the needle in your neck. The serum was meant to work quickly enough to have your memory gone by the time you arrive in the maze, but slow enough so you didn’t wake up before you got there. But you could already feel it happening. Thomas struggled against the doctors trying to get back to you when they finally injected him as well. “I love you. I love you, Thomas.” You yelled as you felt your eyes start to droop. 

“Don’t forget me, Y/N. Don’t forget my promise to you!” He yelled as he was being dragged through the doors. “I love you!” Was the final thing you heard before your own door slammed shut on him forever. The drugs were already working and you were starting to forget certain parts of your life. How did you get there...did you have parents or no..Thomas..remember Thomas. Don’t forget Thomas. You felt yourself get put onto the lift as they shut the doors around you. It was dark but you could still see his smile, hear his laugh in the back of your mind. Thomas, your Thomas. Your eyes closed as you fell into a deep sleep, the laugh of a boy you didn’t know echoing in your head. 

You’re losing your memory...now

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Idle Worship - Thomas

Part Two - Hard Times

// IW1 // Series Inspo: @writingsbychlo // Series Tags: @writingsbychlo​ @dylinski​ @moongoddesskiana​ @technolilly​ //

Pairings: Thomas x Reader

Word Count: 5080

Summary: WICKED is working with two very promising subjects, A2 and B2. Although they are set for separate Mazes, a deep connection forms between the two. Sneaking around the Compound, training together, and working together leads to many good times and even more Hard Times. How did Y/N and Thomas meet and fall in love?

//Quick Formatting Note: This chapter is set before Thomas is sent into the Maze. The current time for the chapter is regular type and flashbacks or rewinds are italicized. Enjoy!!//

“Tell me, Thomas.” Janson said as he sat in front of Thomas. “What was your relationship like with B2?”

Thomas waited at the table, his arms resting on the cold aluminum surface. Mere days had passed since you were gone and he could already feel the emptiness in his chest. He volunteered to monitor your Maze often, watching you specifically. He knew it wouldn’t make the separation any easier. He knew it was driving the stake in his chest deeper and deeper every day he saw you. But he couldn’t help it. You were the only thing that mattered to him.

“She has a name.” Thomas said simply. “Her name is Y/N.”

“Right… Y/N.” Janson nodded carefully. “She’s excelling in the new setting. Have you noticed?”

“Of course she is.” Thomas said, biting back his proud smirk. “Did you really think she wouldn’t? She was the best damn thing that ever came out of this place.”

“What was your relationship like with her?” He pressed.

“Wh-what do you want me to say?” Thomas asked suddenly, knowing what the Assistant Director wanted. “You want me to say that I miss her? That I loved her? It doesn’t matter anyway. You sent her away.” Thomas sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. No matter what he felt for you, he wouldn’t tell WICKED anything. “You know, she hated this place… Planned how to get out a hundred different ways..”

“Yet she never left.”

“No” Thomas agreed. “She didn’t.”

“B2- I mean, Y/N, just couldn’t see the bigger picture. You’re all a part of something that will save everyone. You see that, don’t you?”

Thomas didn’t have an answer. Teresa would tell him that Janson is right, that what WICKED was doing would help people. Teresa would swear up and down that WICKED is the good guy and that they’re there to help. But Y/N told a different story. Y/N saw what things were on the inside. It was manipulation, isolation. Y/N saw the kids losing their identities, becoming just another test subject, and being scared as hell because they remembered nothing. How could WICKED be the good guy when they do things that bad guys in books do?

“Why’d she stay, Thomas? If she hated us so much..”

“She stayed for me.” He admitted, a slight tug in his chest. He felt a tad guilty now that you were in your Maze and he was still at the Compound. You could’ve been safe from all of this if he had agreed to go with you. But at that time, he was convinced that the right thing to do was to stay. After losing you to WICKED’s twisted, oversized game, it didn’t sit right in his gut to be there.

-

“You must be the new girl.” Thomas greeted you with a wide smile.

You were taken back by his effortless good looks. The dark brown hair that fell onto his forehead, the hopeful and welcoming smile, the deep hazel eyes that quickly scanned your figure. You were stunned into silence, only able to nod and grin. You felt the heat creeping up your neck and to your ears.

You chuckled nervously as you heard the man say something about this boy showing you around the Compound. Everything else was muffled, white noise that didn’t seem to make sense. It was like all your brain let you focus on was the boy in front of you. He made your stomach tighten, your breath shallow, your heart beat fast, your fingers tremble. You had barely laid eyes on him and you were already in love. You started to wonder if soulmates were a thing.

“Hi.” You managed. “I’m Subject B2, I guess.” You shrugged sadly, already tired of the number you were assigned. You wanted more than anything to use your name, but it seemed like that didn’t belong to you anymore. Given names weren’t protocol at WICKED.

“I don’t care about that.” He waved a hand to dismiss your introduction. “What’s your real name?”

“My real name?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed. Everyone else in the Compound only cared about your number or your subject title. “Uh, it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N..” He nodded, holding a hand out for you to shake. “I’m Thomas.”

“Thomas..” You smiled softly, taking his outstretched hand. “I like that.”

After that first day, you never seemed to let go of his hand and he never let go of yours. Whenever you walked the Compound with Thomas, you held his hand. When you snuck into his room because yours felt too cold since you were alone, you held his hand while you slept on his chest. When you two were having sex, he held your hand. When you were working together in the lab or filing paperwork, you held each other’s hand. Until the day you got caught.

“And what do we have here?” Janson asked from behind you, clasping a hand onto one of each of your shoulders. “Hand holding? In the cafeteria?”

“We should probably run.” You told Thomas, who simply nodded with a mischievous smile on his face.

You two slid under the table and out of Janson’s grip. You both crawled out over the feet of the kids at your table and ran through the cafeteria. You heard the thump of boots chasing you, the yelling of your subject numbers, the sound of the alarm. But Thomas simply grabbed your hand and ran through the halls, you easily in tow. You laughed out of pure joy, genuinely having fun in that moment, and realized that you really did love Thomas.

“We’re surrounded.” You said between breaths when you and Thomas came to a hallway where guards were coming at you from both sides. “I’ll take the fall this time.”

“What?” Thomas asked with a small chuckle. “It’s my turn!”

“Too late.” You shrugged, putting your hands behind your head and dropping to your knees. “I’ve already surrendered.”

“I love you.” He laughed.

“You owe me.” You winked as you were hauled to your feet and dragged away.

Your punishment was a night in the Hole. That wasn’t what it was actually called, but it’s what all the kids called it. It was a small room, smaller than your individual rooms. It had an old cot and no windows. There was no light and the room was practically soundproof. It was intended to be a room of reflection, to think back on how your actions don’t help the cause. But for you, it was just a weekly change of scenery.

“These actions are… unbecoming of such a promising candidate, B2.” Janson sat you down the next day. “You cannot continue this behavior.”

“A promising candidate?” You laughed. “I’ve yet to be fully compliant. I spend at least one night a week in the Hole. I misspell words on my paperwork so they’re invalid. I sandbag my physical fitness tests. I hardly respond to my subject number. Tell me, Rat Man, how am I a promising candidate?”

“Trust me, we’ve noticed the fitness numbers.” He replied simply, waving his hand to dismiss your confession. “We’ve seen the way you run these halls. You keeping pace with A2 tells us all we need to know.”

“And what exactly do you need to know?” You lean forward onto the table, head tilted in curiosity and eyebrows lifted.

“Just how cunning you really are.” He replied lowly, as if it was a secret. “And now that your confession is on camera, you’re going to be a bit more compliant.”

“Why should I?” You challenged.

“If I give this video to Ms. Paige, she’ll have you sent in much sooner than we’d like.” He threatened.

“So I either follow protocol more or I lose everything?” You sat back and nodded slowly. “Alright, fine. You’ve got yourself a deal, Rat Man.”

“Director Janson is how you will address me from now on.” He said firmly, standing from his chair. “That is all, B2. And I expect to see no more PDA between you and A2.”

“Sure.” You nodded, pressing your lips to a line. “You won’t see us holding hands any longer.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“You’re wrong, by the way.” You added as he stood to leave. You tapped your finger against the table, staring at the rhythmic movement of your hand. “All of you are.”

“About what?” He asked with a sigh.

“All of this.” You said, clenching your other hand into a fist. “You don’t want to save anyone but yourselves. We aren’t here for a cure for the world. We’re here to make a new commodity that no one will have access to. I’m guessing the currency system went out the window by now, so what? You want people to pay with their first borns?” You paused, faking an epiphany. “That’s how we all got here! WICKED told the world if they give up their kids-”

“That’s enough!” He shouted suddenly, slamming his palms against the table. You shot up quickly, knocking the chair away from you in the process. You pressed your palms flat against the cold, aluminum surface, leaning into them.

“You know I’m right.” You said simply. “The only people that will have access to the cure is in this building.”

“You don’t see it yet, B2.” He replied, shaking his head in disappointment. “But you and the rest of those kids are going to make the world a better place.”

“It’ll be better once you’re dead and WICKED is gone.” You scoffed, standing tall.

“Is that a threat?” He cocked his head, straightening and fixing his jacket.

“Not at all.” You smirked. “It’s a promise.”

From then on, you didn’t hold hands with Thomas where anyone could see. Instead, you would subtly hook two fingers around his. You walked a bit closer to him in the halls, hiding your hands from the line of sight. If anyone wanted to catch you, they’d have to look very closely.

Janson kept you, Thomas, and Teresa on tight schedules. Breakfast at 6AM. Labs at 7:15. Psych evals at 8:30, but only every other day otherwise it was reaction tests. Stretching and yoga at 9AM, and fitness training at 10:30. Every Friday was a fitness test instead of training. Lunch at noon, followed by Clinic Meetings at 1PM. Paperwork at 2. Leisure time until dinner at 6PM. Reports and briefings at 7, then leisure until lights out at 10PM.

During your time at WICKED, you learned the guard rotation. You learned which guards they kept posted where, when they switched shifts, how long was the gap time. You watched the codes to the doors, which were fingerprint locks and which were keypads. You mentally noted elevator shafts and stairwells, always knowing what level you were on. You, Thomas, and Teresa had rooms on Sublevel 2 but the rest of the kids stayed together on Sublevel 3. Your programs never intertwined unless you were training.

The gym was on ground level. You didn’t know what the level below that contained everyone else, but all you knew was that the kids that went down there didn’t come back. You had yourself convinced it was Hell, and the Compound was a facade for the Gates.

You often wondered what the outside world had come to. What did the Cranks actually look like? Were they like the zombies you saw in movies? Were they something else completely? You wondered what happened to the kids you went to school with, the ones you grew up with. Were they alive? Was your family alive?

“Hello?” Teresa said, waving her hand in front of your face one morning while you waited for your psych evals. The psychiatrist was talking to Thomas, which left you and Teresa in the waiting area. There were two guards posted by the door, their weapons were aimed down but their eyes never left you two. “Are you paying attention?”

“No, I wasn’t.” You shook your head and offered an apologetic smile. “What were you saying?”

“The groups are progressing nicely. We’ve begun sending in members of Group A. And Group B deployments are scheduled to start next week.” Teresa said proudly.

“Can’t wait till I’m out of here.” You mumbled, letting your head fall against the wall behind you. “Who was sent in for Group A?”

“The only one I know for sure was a boy named Nick.”

“Nick?” Your head lifted for a second before letting it fall again. You tried to remember Nick, but your mind was blank. You felt bad for not really knowing him, but the three of you barely interacted with the rest of the kids. “Poor kid.”

“George is next, I think. Then Al-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” You cut her off. “Those boys are our friends and we’re watching them lose everything and get sent into an oversized children’s game. And for what, Teresa?”

“You’re supposed to call me A1.”

“A1, sorry.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m tired of this. All the other kids live in dorms and we’re separated. Why? Cause we’re special? It’s bullshit!”

“Keep it down.” The guard ordered.

“It’s bullshit.” You said in a quieter voice. “Te- A1, you can’t tell me that you’re okay with all of this. What about when it comes to Thomas? Or me? What happens when we get sent in?”

“You just don’t see the progress we’ve made, B2. WICKED is good.” She nodded.

“Right…” You trailed off.

“B2? Your turn, sweetheart.” The psychiatrist said as she opened the door to her office. Thomas quietly walked by you, shooting you a quick wink. You blew him a kiss and followed the psychiatrist into her office.

The tension only grew in your body. Every day that you had to wake up in that place, fake compliancy, and help WICKED made you feel sick. You hated your life, your routine. You had begun to wish there was nothing special about you and you could’ve been left with your family. You had to constantly remind yourself that you had at least one good thing. You had Thomas. And you had made a couple of new friends in the general kid population, Newt and Minho and Alby.

“How’s it going, A5?” You greeted him as you turned on the treadmill next to his.

“Since when do you follow protocol?” Newt laughed, not breaking stride.

“Since I got threatened with deployment over a week ago.” You shrugged. “Only way to keep what I got is to do what they want.”

“Keeps us alive, doesn’t it?”

“You really call this living?” You scoffed, beginning your run. “It’s a fucking nightmare.”

“At least you’re not bunking with a million other guys.” Newt shook his head. “They’re great and all, but they stink!” He joked.

“It gets lonely on Sublevel 2, believe it or not.”

“I bet you have something that keeps you occupied.” He teased.

“Oh you mean T?” You replied casually. “He definitely keeps me occupied.” You winked.

“Gross!” Newt laughed, almost losing his footing on the treadmill.

“Focus, A5!” The trainer yelled. “Another half mile!”

“Yes, sir.” Newt replied before glaring at you. “Thanks a lot.”

“How about I run it with you?” You offered. “I’d run it for you, but I have to follow protocol now.”

The desire to tell Thomas that you wanted out burned you every second you spent with him. The thought bounced around your head constantly, begging to roll off your tongue and be free. But after the way Teresa responded, you were scared that Thomas would give you the same response.

“Y/N?” Thomas noticed you weren’t paying attention one day during early leisure. You were laying in his bed with him, talking about things you missed. “What’s wrong?”

“Have you ever thought about what’s left? Like outside the Compound.” You said idly, drawing small circles on his chest.

“No..” He said gently, lifting his head from his pillow to look down at you. “Why? Do you?”

“I want out, Thomas.” You admitted suddenly. “I want to get back into the real world. I don’t care if it’s turned to shit. I don’t care if I die within a few days up there.I just can’t be here anymore.”

“Where is this coming from?” He sat up slightly, now very concerned.

“My family. I wanna know if they’re alive. I want- I want fresh air and I want to feel the sun. I miss looking at the stars and feeling the trees. I want to feel the grass and sit on the roof to watch the sunset. I want to stare at the full moon just so I can see the craters. Thomas, I want my old life back, or as close as I can get to it.”

“It’s not safe up there.” He began carefully. He didn’t want to seem like he was dismissing you. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Thomas wanted to comfort you, remind you why you were with WICKED. He wanted to remind you that without WICKED, you wouldn’t have met. “Besides, it’s not all bad down here… You have me.”

You smiled softly, leaning in to place a sweet kiss on his cheek. “Maybe that’s all I need.” You said honestly, hoping to convince yourself that was true. But no matter how much you wanted it be enough, not even Thomas could replace the freedom you longed for.

You thought WICKED made the mistake of training you. You were in the best shape you could’ve been in, able to run farther than you ever thought possible. You were able to lift more weight than you ever thought you would’ve. They taught you basic self defense and weapons handling. Why a teenager needed to know how to shoot an assault rifle was beyond you, but the hand to hand was always fun.

You sat alone, watching the live footage from Group A’s maze. Group B had its first few entries and you watched those girls too, a tug in your chest knowing that could’ve been you. Group A had its first dangerous Griever encounter. Nick had placed himself in charge, and Alby had to kill one of the others. Janson called it “collateral damage”, said that all of the higher ups expected some deaths within the Maze and that’s why they were going to send so many. You called it a crime.

You watched your friends more than the others that you didn’t recognize. It was biased, you knew that. You knew your reports always contained those names, but Janson still put you on footage review and you had yet to be thrown in the Hole for insubordination so you figured it was okay.

You were making notes in their subject files when you came across something that scared you. Newt’s file said he wasn’t immune to the virus. Newt could catch the Flare. You quickly printed the screen and folded the paper, tucking it into your pocket. You knew there’d be a notice that a file was printed so you quickly left the room to find Thomas. You found him a couple doors down, watching the footage from other cameras, cameras from within the Mazes.

“Check this out.” He said, waving you over when he noticed you.

“I have something you need to see.” You said as you sat in the chair next to his. “Some of us aren’t safe.”

“Is this about wanting to leave again?” Thomas asked, gently placing a hand over yours. “Y/N, I thought-”

“It’s not about that!” You cut him off quickly. “Look.”

You pulled out the file and unfolded it, flattening it out against the table. You watched his eyes scan the paper, going wide when they saw the checked box that stood out to you too.

“This doesn’t make sense.” Thomas muttered.

“That’s why we can’t access our own files and why the three of us can’t get into each other’s.” You said, tapping your finger against the paper. “So we don’t know if we’re immune or not.”

“What do we do?” He asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly.”But this, it changes things, Thomas. I think it’s time we find out what we’re really up against.”

“Yeah, maybe...”

“B2!” Janson’s voice boomed through the hall.

“Shit.” You sighed. You leaned over, leaving Thomas with a quick kiss before entering the hall.

You had the paper in your hand as you dropped to your knees, raising your hands to be above your head. The guards came to you quickly, locking your hands behind your back with cuffs and hauling you to your feet. They snatched the paper out of your grip and gave it to Janson.

“You lied to us.” You sneered. “You said we were safe! That we were all safe!”

“You are safe, B2.” Janson answered calmly as he looked over the paper he was handed. “This is the safest place for you. For all of you.”

“How many of them are at risk, hmm? How many don’t know they’re not immune!?”

“Take her to Sublevel 4.” Janson told the guards. Your heart stopped. “Prepare her for deployment.”

“What?” You panicked. “No, no, that’s not your call! No, please!” You screamed as you were being dragged down the hallway. “Please, don’t do this! I want to talk to Ava! I want to talk to Ms. Paige, please!”

But it was no use. The guards ignored your pleads. When you struggled in their grip, they only held you tighter, tight enough to leave a bruise you were sure. When you kicked out or used your feet to keep you out of a doorway, they yanked your legs down. They talked about sedating you to make it easier, but Janson said just to use whatever force they had to.

“What’s going on?” Teresa came out of her room and saw the fuss.

“You still think WICKED is good?” You scoffed, trying to free your arms.

“Where are they taking her?” You heard Thomas from behind you. “Director Janson, where is she going?”

“Don’t you worry about it, A2.” Janson said in a fake soothing voice. “She’ll be fine.”

“Thomas!” You shouted over your shoulder. “Thomas, I’m sorry! I love you!”

“Wait!” Thomas yelled to the guards, hurrying to try to catch you. “Hey, wait!”

“Hold on.” Janson said after a hesitation.

The guards stopped, roughly pulling you to turn you around. You came face to face with Thomas who only looked at you with sad eyes. You offered a smile, but you both knew there was no joy or even hope in that smile.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, leaning into his chest. His arms came around you instinctively and held you close. You cried lightly against him. “I’m so sorry. I tried to be good and follow the rules. I tried. I really did.”

“Hey, hey.” He said softly. “It’s okay. Don’t apologize, alright? Hey, look at me.” He leaned away enough so you could lift your head and look at him. He gently wiped your tears away with his thumbs, holding your face between his hands. “You’re gonna be alright.”

“I’m being sent in, Thomas.” You confessed. His face dropped. “I won’t see you again.”

“We’ll figure this out, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead gently. “It’s alright.”

“There’s nothing we can do now.” You said sadly as you felt the guards grip your arms again. “Be safe, please. Don’t die, and don’t do anything stupid and end up like me.”

He chuckled sadly. “I always was the smarter one between us.”

You had been right about Sublevel 4. It was Hell. You kept in total isolation. You had no visitors. No psychiatrist, no trainer, no friends, no guards, not even a worker to bring your food. The tray was slid through a slot at the bottom of the door, and you were supposed to slide it back when you were done with it, even though you barely had it in you to eat. The thought of losing everything you had made you feel sick. It made you physically sick twice during your prep period, and you didn’t even get a doctor visit to check your health.

The Iso Chamber was the Hole, but brighter. There was a fluorescent light above you, and a camera in two of the four roof corners. There was a hospital bed on the back corner, a sink and toilet were behind a paper screen. There was nothing to keep you occupied so you slept often.

You lost track of how many days you were down there. You knew that it would come eventually, being sent into the Maze. You just hated the anticipation that sent in in isolation. You wanted it to be over with, just wipe your memories and send you in.

-

“You can’t blame yourself, A2.” Janson tried to console Thomas. “She knew the consequences.”

“Consequences?” Thomas laughed. “I thought WICKED is here to help, that me and every other kid in those Mazes are supposed to help. How are there consequences if this isn’t a punishment?”

“A2, listen.” Janson tried to explain.

“My name is Thomas.” Thomas muttered.

“Don’t exhibit the same behaviors B2 did.” He warned. “You’ll end up the same as her. You know us, A2. WICKED is good.”

-

“B2.” A voice boomed through the room. “Director Janson has requested to speak to you. Please, seem presentable.”

“Well I haven’t had a shower in however many days. I’d like to request access to the showers before the meeting please.” You replied towards one of the cameras.

“A staff member will be down momentarily to guide you.” The voice answered and you were left in silence once again.

After another eternity of silence, the door opened and Teresa stepped in. She offered a polite smile and motioned for you to follow her.

“How long have I been down here?” You asked casually, trying to ignore the tight feeling in your chest. You were feeling a bit anxious to see Thomas again, but part of you doubted it’d be possible.

“A week.” She replied casually, more pep in her step than you remembered. “I’ll take you to the showers so you can clean up and then I’ll take you to Director Janson’s office.”

“What does Rat Man want with me?”

“Director Janson-” She emphasized. “-wants to discuss your deployment with you.”

You hummed in response as she stopped at the door to the showers. You were allowed to clean up without supervision so you took your time, enjoying the warm water against your skin. You knew it’d most likely be the last real shower you’d have for a while, so you savored the moment. After you were cleaned and dressed in clothes left by the door, you followed Teresa to Janson’s office.

“Ah, B2!” He greeted, motioning for you to sit. “Come in. Have a seat. I hope your stay downstairs wasn’t too bad.”

“You deprived me of all human contact, mental stimulation, physical activity, and even showers for a week straight. It felt like I was losing my mind.” You replied angrily. “I was told you wanted to discuss my deployment.”

“Yes.” He nodded. “I wanted to offer you one last chance. Ava is not thrilled about sending you in so soon and has ordered that you get an offer, one that you can’t refuse.”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.”

“We start over.” He said simply. “We noticed you started acting out worse recently, so we’ll just readjust you to before that.”

“You’re gonna wipe me..” You realized. You almost didn’t want to say it out of fear.

“A very minor wipe, but yes.”

“No.” You said with finality. “I’d rather lose everything than be a puppet.”

“I think A2 could convince you otherwise.” He commented, wagging his finger as if it was a new idea. Janson left the room and Thomas soon entered instead.

You jumped from your seat and ran into his open arms. He held you tight, so tight that you felt that you would fall apart as soon as he let go. You prayed that he wouldn’t because once he let go, you’d lose him.

“I’m scared.” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“Yeah, me too.” He admitted.

“I’m gonna lose you.” You whined. “Thomas, I can’t lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me, Y/N/N.”

“The worst part is that I- I- I won’t even know what I’ve lost.” You sobbed, your breath coming in heavy pants. “I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again. And if I do, I won’t know it’s you. You won’t know it’s me. We- We’re gonna be strangers to each other.” You ranted, your voice broken and raspy.

“Don’t cry, alright?” He said gently, rubbing your arms in an attempt to soothe you.

“But how will I know it’s you? They’re taking our memories. I can’t- I can’t lose you too. Not after everything that’s been taken already. They can’t take you too!” You pouted. You knew better, but maybe if you said it enough times - if you said that they couldn’t take him away from you - that they wouldn’t.

“You won’t.” He cut in once your jumbled words slowed. “Hey, they won’t, alright? You mean everything to me, Y/N. You’ll know it’s me once you see me. Trust me.”

“I love you so much.” You whispered.

“I love you too.”

“Be safe, Thomas.”

He leaned down and kissed you softly. It wasn’t the kind of goodbye kiss you used to see in movies, the heated and passionate kiss. It was soft and gentle, promising and hinting that it wasn’t the end. His hands roamed intently, hoping to memorize the curves of your body one last time. You had your hands balled in his shirtfront, clutching to him as if he was the only thing you needed. And he was.

The guards tore you apart. Once you were away from him, you were numb. You were completely compliant. You answered every question, did every little task. You knew your fate was inevitable. Fate had come to collect.

The only thing that felt real was the fear. The panic and the utter blackness that surrounded you as you shot upward in a rickety metal box.

You didn’t know where you were. Where were you going? How did you get there? Who were you?

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