The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Thomas Imagine #4

You giggle erratically, poking Clint's pale cheek as he proceeded to bandage your wounds, Teresa sitting in a chair on the opposite side of you.

"I can look after her for now, Clint," explains Teresa, shooing him away.

"Thanks," he nods. "I gave her a high dosage of pain killers, she might be a little loopy." You immediately began giggling once more. All the pain killers did was make your mind all weird and jacked up.

"Clint is so cute," You bubble, as soon as the door closes behind Clint. "Don't you think?"

Teresa looks at you quizically. "You like Clint?"

You giggled hysterically, shaking your head. "No no nooo. I like someone else."

Teresa moves closer to you, intrigued. "Who would that be?"

You motion for her to come closer. Your breath tickles her ear, causing her to let out a small laugh.

"I.. Can't... tell you ..." You whisper, before doubling over into a fit of laughter.

Teresa shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "You never did like talking about yourself."

You close your eyes momentarily, humming a quiet tune to yourself, sounding highly intoxicated, unaware of the things that were happening around you.

"She's saying some pretty weird things, are ya sure you wanna look after her?" asks Teresa skeptically.

"I'll be fine," answers Thomas, sitting in the chair Teresa had sat in. "I'm pretty smooth."

Teresa raised an eyebrow at him, before leaving the room, the door closing with a small click behind her.

"Hey, y/n," he says quietly. You grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him close so you can whisper into his ear.

"Teresa? Can I tell you a secret?" You giggle again.

"Um, I'm not- " but you interrupt him.

"I like Thomas," you giggle again. "But don't tell him," you make a small shushing noise.

His eyes widen as he fumbles a bit, almost falling out of the chair he is sitting on. "What do you like about him?" He grins, and you pull the blanket up to hide your smile.

"His eyes are so gorgeous and his hair is indescribably adorable and his smile makes me smile and- " you stop suddenly. You drop the blanket and look at your hands, inspecting them. "and his hands. I like his hands."

You look over at Thomas, grabbing his arm.

"Your hands look a lot like Thomas'," You trace the lines on his palm, a small smile on your lips. "Your hands are really cute."

His hand closes with your hand in it, as you look up at him, perplexed.

"Hi Tommy," You giggle, before yawning. "when did you get here? I'm really tired."

"I bet you are," he whispers, pulling the blankets over you, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. You begin to drift off to sleep, but grab Thomas' arm when he turns to leave.

"Wait," you murmur. "can you stay with me? Please?"

He grins, chuckling, before sliding in beside you, his arm snaking around your waist pulling you into his chest.

"I like you too," he whispers, but you've already fallen asleep.

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Idk what this is I found it on tumblr and changed some of the wording but yeah creds to tumblr bc tumblr ANDDD sorry it's so short and sucks balls 😂

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Posted: 06/20/15