i literally saw this gif and a random idea popped in my head, so i had to write it because i hope it can write it good enough (btw, gif is hot AF)

THIRD PERSON

He'd lost her.

The one person he promised he'd never let go of, the one he would never let in harms way-

Was ripped right of his grasp.

Thomas couldn't have stopped it, but he also couldn't stop blaming himself.

They had taken her in the middle of the night, the people that had "saved" them from the maze. Thomas had been sleeping soundly until he heard the banging of Y/N resisting against the armed soldiers snatching her from her own bed.

But he wasn't quick enough. Before he could do anything to save her, the door had already closed, leaving him a slight peak a her sobbing through the dirty door window.

In the morning, when they were let out, Thomas was quick to be aggressive with the first person he saw that worked there.

He had shoved them to the wall, screaming and shouting at him, "where did they take her?!". But that only earned him multiple security men pulling him away.

Days later, after being carefully watched by the people who saved them, he had figured it out.

It was W.C.K.D.

Seeing the bodies, hanging from the ceiling, multiple wires and tubes- literally draining the life from them.

Thomas was diligent to check every one of them, making sure none of them were her. He could rest easier now that he knew none of them were.

And even some more days later, Thomas had the "plan" to escape. And he did it. Him and the gladers that he had escaped with, in addition to the new guy, Aris.

And back to real time, present. Thomas and the others had been trudged through endless miles of sand, looking for the mountain people they'd heard about.

And for her.

Thomas couldn't stop thinking about her. Even when he was running from the cranks, all the motivation he had was her. If he out ran them, he was steps closer to finding her. Steps closer to holding her like he used to.

Thomas noticed Minho try to take a sip from his canteen, before groaning and tossing it away from him. They had just officially ran out of water.

Night fell quickly, just as they had. The gladers were all trying to regain as much energy as they could, taking slight naps on the ground.

Until Thomas woke up to the sound of thunder.

He tiredly sat up, staring towards where he believed the sound came from. His eyes caught the flashing clouds in the distance, which were quickly becoming the storm clouds that weren't so distant.

"Guys, wake up." Thomas nudged the nearest gladers, waking everyone up.

"We need to go." He immediately said once every had woken up. They all looked his way, seeing the speeding clouds.

Everyone stood up abruptly, breaking into a sprint at the first sight of a lightning strike, one hitting too close to be comfortable.

"Come on!" Minho yelled, trying to rush everyone to run next to him and Thomas.

They ran towards the building they had finally found, almost praying this was the so called mountain people.

"Hurry!" Another voice shouted. They all pushed their bodies, sprinting faster than ever.

A crack ran through the air, a flash of light sparking in the corner of Thomas' eye. He quickly looked behind him, seeing Minho- lying still on the ground.

"Hey-" Thomas froze, hurrying back to Minho. "Hey, wake up!"

He shook him, attempting to get him up, but nothing. Gladers noticed Thomas had fallen behind and helped him lift Minho off the ground.

They dragged Minho towards the building, rushing in to get away from the storm. Once they made it past, someone quickly slammed the door shut while the others crouched around Minho.

   "Minho?"

They grew anxious, waiting to even see his chest move to signal his breathing. But when Minho let out a groan, they all let out a breath they'd been holding.

  "What happened?" He tiredly asked.

  "You got struck by lightening."

They all almost smiled at Minho's groan, before screaming in terror when a crank jumped at them.

  The crank was yanked back, a chain keeping him inches away from tearing the gladers apart.

   Then more began reaching for them, only to be stopped by a similar chain. The gladers looked around in confusion, who just chains them up?

  A woman walked in, smirking at their scared expressions. Although, she was still surprised they were even here.

  "You coming?" She spoke up, making the gladers all look at each other cautiously.

  Nonetheless, they followed her, entering a large room full of people, warm fires, and almost shelters- like separate tents.

  They walked through, nervously looking around and meeting the glares from the mountain people.

  They followed her up a set of stairs, entering an area that had a man sitting at a desk with loads of wires and static noises, searching for something.

  "We have visitors." Brenda spoke up, making the man only slightly quit his work. He turned around smiling almost, hoping these were the kids he'd heard about on the make-shift radio.

  "Welcome." He grinned. "You kids look like hell."

  The gladers all glanced at each other, noticing they really did. But they did just run for days through sand.

  "Hey, who are the new guys?" A new voice called.

  Thomas was too busy inspecting the radio, wondering what the man had been listening to. It's not like he need to look at the voice. He didn't know anybody here.

  "Tommy, might wanna turn around." Newt called, aimlessly grabbing Thomas' shoulder to get his attention.

  Thomas rolled his eyes and turned around, and when he did-

  He felt like he was gonna pass out.

  She was standing there.

  Feet away.

  Safe.

The gladers all looked at Thomas, seeing his awed expression and for a moment, they felt happy. Even if they weren't experience his happiness, the sight was enough.

  The sight of true love.

Y/N smacked her hand over her mouth, tears almost instantly forming.

  "Y/N?" Thomas spoke, his voice barely in a whisper.

  All she could do was nod, before Thomas took two quick steps and engulfed her in his arms.

   It was like grabbing heaven.

He felt like he hadn't been running around in the scorch for days. Like none of that had happened, all of his worries fading away in her arms.

   "Oh my god, you're alive." She cried, pulling him closer.

  "You're okay." Thomas whispered to himself, breathing in her sweet scent.

  "I'm here-" he said. "I'm here. I'm never letting you out of my reach again. God, it was absolute hell without you."

  Y/N only nodded in agreement.

"I love you-so much. So goddamn much." Thomas whispered.

  Y/N smiled and slightly backed up, letting her face be only centimeters away from Thomas'. He stared at her face in awe, taking in every detail he missed.

  Forgetting everything, he smashed his lips to hers, making her sigh in immediate pleasure.

  Y/N thought getting out of the maze was be happiest she's ever been.

  But this moment trounced that one. She was back in the arms of her only love, her lips moving against his.

  Thomas moaned in satisfaction, feeling her tongue run against his bottom lip and instantly allowing entrance.

"Alright shuck faces, stop- shucking faces."
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A/N:: oh minho. queen of sass.

and um, I shed a tear writing this. no joke

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