The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

I Can't Sing: Thomas Sangster Imagine

I'm writing this on my moms phone because the italics actually show up and the bold is easier to get to.
Also because my phone died so bruh.
A lot of you guys have been commenting on the Birthday Cake one, and apparently you guys want another imagine for Thomas...? So, here it is x;

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I stared at the iPad that sat directly in front of me, taking several glances st the bathroom door of which Thomas was showering in.

He won't know if I use it. Says my mind. I'll know when he's done and I can shut it off then.

I mentally smack myself, literally picturing in my head my face being slapped by an unknown figure, probably me.

Sighing, I give in to myself, and grab the iPad, running my hands over the smooth surface.

Thomas never lets me use it without him watching. He hates when I search up videos of him.

It makes him feel like I think he's hiding something from me, though he couldn't possibly be.

Hopefully, of course.

The screen of the iPad lights up, the lock screen now visible.

Like every other Apple product, I have to 'slide to unlock', so I do.

Fortunately, he doesn't have a passcode, so I can easily access it.

I hit YouTube, and immediately search up videos of Thomas singing. I don't even know why I did, but I just did.

I press the first video I find, which is the scene where he's singing in Nowhere Boy.

I literally grin from ear to ear, watching him sing. It's something he's never done, and I guess its something I'd like to see.

Subconsciously, I can hear the water shut off, but I don't stop watching.

There's only 15 seconds left in the video. He can't possibly change that fast.

I continue watching, grinning to myself as I realize how long ago this was filmed. ...Also the fact that Thomas was acting as Paul McCartney.

Apparently, Thomas can change pretty fast, because the bathroom door swings open, and he's just standing there watching me watch a video of him singing.

I drop the iPad on the bed, turning to look at him.

"How can I help you, Paul?" I grin.

"I told you not to look stuff up when I'm not bloody watching." He says quietly, a small smile visible on his lips.

"And I told you that you're not my mother." I say, rolling my eyes. "Besides, the deed is already done. What are you gonna do about it Paul?"

By now his smile has spread, so that I can clearly see it.

"I told you," his voice is louder this time. "To not look stuff up while I'm not watching."

I raise my eyebrows up at him, and before I know it he has me pinned down on the bed, a grin plastered across his face, legs on either side of me, straddling me.

I grin back at him, not bothering to try to get free of his grasp. "Like I said, what are you gonna do?"

Without warning, his fingers dig at my sides, a giggle erupting out of me, while he finds every ticklish spot that I have, and being me, that's a lot.

"I told you y/n," he says, laughing. "But you didn't listen."

"Aw, but Thomas you're such a good singer," I say.

Only half true. He wasn't bad.

"That wasn't me." He says, continuing to tickle me, though the effect was wearing off, and I was getting used to being tickled.

"Was too." I fought. "Sure looked like you."

He stops tickling for a moment, and I take that chance to breath. "I mean, that was me, but I was lip-syncing."

I raise my eyebrows up at him. "I thought Paul McCartney could sing..?"

"He can, but I can't." He says simply, releasing me.

He doesn't move though. He's still hovering over me, his legs straddling me.

"Well I haven't heard you sing yet.." I mumble quietly, his dark brown eyes locking with mine.

"And you're not going to." He mutters, moving closer to me so that his forehead was pressed against mine, and our lips brushed as he talked. "I can't sing."

"Neither can I, but I continue doing it." I smile weakly.

He grins. "Yeah we really need to talk about that," he laughs lightly.

One of my hands are placed beside me, keeping me balanced, while the other is pressed on Thomas' chest.

"I can't sing." He says again, moving closer.

"Fine, I haven't heard you, but you can't sing. Happy now?"

"I still can't sing." He smirks at me, his eyes never lifting from my own.

I groan, rolling my eyes.

"But you can kiss, right?"

A mischevious smile replaces his smirk and he nods.

"Damn right I can."

His lips come crashing down on my own, his body pressed against mine, my hands tangled in his wet hair, while his were gripping my arms at the part where they met my shoulders.

By now, he was lying in between the gap in between my legs, his shirt magically gone. His hands traveled up my shirt, resting on the bare skin of my waist, his lips leaving a trail of peppered kisses along my jawline before returning to my lips.

"I love you." He said softly, his lips never leaving mine.

I pull away, grinning.

"I know." I mumbled, so quiet it was barely audible. "I love you too."

He smirks, my hands traveling to loop around the back of his neck.

"I know." He says quietly, mimicking what I had said seconds ago.

"I know."

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Uh yeah so how was this? The Birthday Cake one was so much better but

Okay anyway ye I need ideas for imagines and preferences so yeah comment if you have any ideas x;

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