thAT IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WANNA FAAAAAALLL FROOM THE STAAAARS STRAIGHT INTO YOUR AAARRRRMSSS (absolute banger)

or, maybe;

IVE GOT YOU AND YOUVE GOT ME SOOOO REACH FOR THE STARS CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN HIGHER REACH FOR THE STARS FOLLOW YOUR HEARTS DESIRE (primary school disco vibes)

or, if you want another song;

LATELY ICE BEEN IVE BEEN LOSIN SLEEP DREAMIN ABOUT THE THINFS THAT WE COULD BE BUT BABY IBE BEEN IVE BEEN PRAYIN HARD SAID NO MORE COUNRIN DOLLARS WE'LL BE YEAH WE'LL BE COUNTING STAAAARSS (my old music taste vibes)

this is actually a bit angsty i apologise (jk no i dont)(why would i? im a wattpad + ao3 fanfic writer - making you sad is a hobby of mine x)

(i'll make up for it i promise - part 69 of this oneshot book will be smut so bare w me for like 13 more oneshots)

this is basically thomas reminiscing on his life + being sad but gally and minho are there for him so he'll be ok <3

minor newtmas?? thomas is still sorta caught up on newt but he gets all flustered around minho + gally but he doesnt want to move on because he feels bad and ugh my poor bb

I JUST FINISHED THIS AND IT ISNT THAT ANGSTY I LIED (im mildly in love w this oneshot u all must read this)(its a bit angsty idk)

Thomas likes the stars.

He likes the concept of people being able to find their way home because of them. They shine in the sky, like a reminder that, at night, when you're scared and reminded of everything you've been through, you'll be okay. You've made it this far, so just deal with it a little more and you'll be fine.

I'm fine. Thomas repeats it over, and over, and over. If he says it enough, it'll have to be true. Right?

Right.

It's also what he says automatically when he hears the heavy footsteps behind him. 

"You're not fooling anyone, Thomas." He doesn't even have to turn around to know who the voice is coming from. It's the deep voice he knows as Gally's now. Even if Gally didn't speak, he's lived this exact scenario many a time to recognise him.

Thomas doesn't reply. He continues staring at the serene sky, hands on his knees that are bent in front of him. Out of his peripheral vision, he sees a shadow sit on his left, and he almost instantly recognises him as Minho.

Minho always sits at his left and Gally at his right when they come down to the beach after realising he wasn't tucked up in their bed, fast asleep.

Minho doesn't say anything, either. His left hand absently digs itself into the sand, tossing over the grains, and his right one snakes over to Thomas' knees, putting it on the brunet's paler ones.

Thomas can sense Gally looming over him, watching to see what his response will be this evening. He tries not to get too flustered by the hand on his and the intent staring. "I'm fine." He repeats, still watching the sky. The stars seem brighter when Minho and Gally are with him. He doesn't know why.

It's Minho who replies, now, with his eyes fluttered shut and looking vulnerable for once. "He'd want you to be happy. You know that."

Gally grunts a sound of what must be agreement, and flops himself down on the right. He's never been good with words. His actions speak stronger, and the mere fact he's not being repulsed by Thomas' existence means something. 

Thomas means something to him.

Thomas feels his throat closing up, so all he can do is nod and close his eyes. He does know Newt would want him to be happy, and if he saw him mourning like a 'buggin shank' over him, then he'd get a good old lecture.

The thought makes him crack a small, sad smile. Oh, how he wished Newt were here. "I miss him." He admits. It's a confession Minho and Gally already know, but it still makes them feel proud in a way. Proud that Thomas trusts them, even though they should already know that. 

His trust is a valuable thing, in their eyes, and it's only gifted to certain, important people. 

With such delicacy and almost hesitance, Minho turns over Thomas' hand and runs a finger up and down the palm of his hand. Thomas feels his heart rate quicken like it did all the time when they were trying to survive, but this feels like a much nicer panic. There's something in his stomach fluttering around at such a small touch and it makes peace blossom in his chest. 

After a moment of silence, Gally eventually speaks up. "We do, too, Greenie." His voice cracks on the last word and Thomas automatically opens his eyes and glances over. Sure enough, the tallest of the three's eyes is glistening in the moonlight, and Thomas feels bad for thinking that he's so beautiful when he's clearly upset.

Thomas' free hand, his right one, moves without him realising, and it pauses just hovering above Gally's face. "I..." He begins, but then his mind's gone blank and all he can think about is how goddamn amazing Gally is. When a stray tear falls out of his eye, Thomas gingerly wipes it away, practically revelling in the way his eyes close at his touch. 

"It's okay." Is what he manages to say eventually, as a hoarse whisper to try and comfort Gally, who rarely shows emotion in front of anybody. "You're okay."

Thomas watches as Gally's adam apple bobs in his throat, and he lifts up his hand to turn it into a fist. His index finger runs over it a few times and he turns his body to the side to plant a kiss onto his knuckles.

He hears Gally inhale sharply at the contact and his lips linger there for a second afterwards. He doesn't really know what he's doing. Whatever it is, it feels oddly right.

But then it fully processes that he's just kissed Gally, albeit on the hand, and he's overcome by a sense of bashfulness, so he drops his hand spins around to face the ocean once more.

There's a snicker, and Thomas doesn't need to think twice about it - the sound definitely came from Minho. He huffs in response, but all retaliations vanish from his mind when Minho lays his head on Thomas' shoulder.

Without thinking, almost like second nature, Thomas rolls his head to his side when Minho pecks his collarbone, and then raises his head slightly.

Minho places a gentle kiss on his neck, and he's so close next to him that Thomas can feel the soft flutter of his eyelashes against his cold skin. A shiver runs down his spine and he closes his eyes, exhaling a calm breath through his nose. He's safe. He's safe for once in his life. Safe from WICKED, from Cranks.

But then Thomas is freaking out at the thought of Cranks and Newt, so he flinches backwards, recoiling from the touch because he and Newt- oh god, he and Newt used to kiss gently under the stars and whisper sweet nothings to one another when everyone else was asleep. He can't do this with Minho and Gally. He can't.

Minho instantly leans back too and he cocks his head to the side with such innocence that makes Thomas feel so damn guilty because he can't give them what they want. He never will be able to. Gally just furrows his brows and it's too much and Thomas wants to run off. He's gotten so good at running, and it feels like the only thing he's good at.

So he runs.

"He'll be okay." Minho whispers softly to Gally when Thomas is out of their sight. "He just needs time."

It's fine. They have time.

They have all the time in the world.

wait so i have a cat called thomas and he reminds me of gally i named him wrongly