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&&. aesthetic || Thomas &. Teresa
Love of mine, someday you will die
But I’ll be close behind and I’ll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark
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♣ =Discovering them crying.
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red puffy eyes shifted towards Thomas’s. She knew what she was about to do would destroy their friendship. But if she didn’t do it, he’d end up killed. Quickly wiping her eyes, she forced a smile, “I’m fine, just emotional…” She trailed, hoping he wouldn’t press any further.
👀 = Caught staring.
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Teresa had grown somewhat comfortable with changing around the guys. She had been in the glade for about a month and a half now, and by now, she knew they were respectful. Slipping her top off to change into a more comfortable sleepwear shirt, she felt a pair of eyes on her. Shaking her head slightly, she turned around after she slipped the shirt on, “haven’t you ever been taught, that it’s rude to spy on a lady, especially one who is changing?” She giggled, she was fully teasing him of course.
• = Hugging them from behind.
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Teresa could feel arms snaking around her waist, and she didn’t have to turn around to know it was Thomas. She had memorized the feel of his arms, the feeling of protection always there. Leaning her head back slightly so that the back of her head rested on his shoulder, she smiled softly to herself, “if I asked to stay like this forever, would you say yes?”
🛌 = Sneaking in bed with them.
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it had been a long day in the glade. So when it finally came time to sleep in the homestead, Teresa didn’t waste anytime hopping in the hammock and falling asleep. She could feel her eyes grow heavy, that was until she felt the hammock shift slightly. She lifted her head slightly, hoping one of the boys wasn’t pulling a prank on her. But it was just Thomas. Inwardly, she took a breath of relief. “I don’t think there’s room for both of us on here.” She smirked. “And if you get on here, we’re both going flip.” She giggled quietly so she wouldn’t disturb the other boys trying to sleep.
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Thomas heaved a sigh. “I know. I’m sorry,” he said, shooting her an apologetic look. “I guess I’m just tired of all this. I wanna be able to do it myself, y’know?”
He’d survived being crushed by the falling debris, which had been a miracle in and of itself, and the bruises, cuts, and concussion were all fading, for which he was more than thankful. But several of his ribs were still fractured or bruised, not to mention all the other fractured and bruised insides they suspected he had, and then there was his leg — bones crushed, broken, and splintered, likely to never heal completely. Just like Newt’s. All of it combined made doing anything, even just breathing, hurt like nothing else, and it also meant that it would be a while before he would stop needing help with seemingly simple tasks. The bitterness he felt about it all was almost physical sometimes, but there was nothing to be done for it, and he felt bad for taking it out on Teresa. He knew she was just trying to help.
“I just wish it would heal faster so you wouldn’t have to keep doing things for me. Sitting around all the time gets old really fast, let me tell you.”
Ever since Thomas saved her life and was crushed by the falling debris, Teresa made it her mission to make it up to him in anyway she could. She would forever feel guilty for letting him be crushed and not her. She knew that was on the mind of almost every glader, ‘why wasn’t she crushed? She deserved it far more then him.’ Teresa didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that was what everyone was thinking. And she herself knew she should have been the one under the debris.
But here they were, Thomas stretched out on the cot, Teresa trying to shed some light on the situation, while helping him change his shirt. “Don’t apologize Tom.” She replied simply, “you have nothing to apologize for, you saved my life, I owe you at least this much.” She tried to force a reassuring smile.
She knew this was mostly her fault, sure it wasn’t completely, if the Right Arm didn’t blow up WCKD, debris wouldn’t have fallen and crushed Thomas. But it was her fault in the sense of, it should have been her under the debris, not someone who everyone actually liked, not someone they actually could tolerate. Ever since the scorch trials, she had been throw daggers just by simple looks from the other gladers. Though she had tried to explain why she did what she did, it seemed like no one gave a care.
Teresa nodded, she could understand why laying around would drive someone crazy, not to mention not being able to do anything yourself. “You will heal soon, but for now, let me take care of you.” She smiled, it wasn’t forced this time, it was a real smile.
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Ever since Teresa and the others thought Thomas was killed by some cranks, they kept moving forward. The thought nearly broke Teresa. But she had to keep moving, for Thomas. When they finally reached WCKD, it was a moment of bliss, but also a moment of pain, Thomas wasn’t with them and that hurt. She had been separated from the boys when a female doctor came to get her. Teresa didn’t care much, she had been used to the boys, but she couldn’t deny, privacy was nice for once.
Once the ‘checkup’ was finished, she could see Ava Paige approaching from the corner of her eye. Sighing softly, her eyes shifted to Ava’s. “Come along, I have something to show you.” She said quietly so the other boys couldn’t hear. Furrowing her brows, Teresa reluctantly followed. She didn’t know what Ava had up her sleeves, and Teresa was prepared for anything she might throw her way.
They approached a door that was closed, furrowing her brows once more, before speaking, “why am I here?” She asked, gesturing towards the door. “Go in.” Ava said, before opening the door. Teresa hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. What her eyes meet with, made her nearly cry. “Thomas.” She whispered, almost not believing this was real. Perhaps this was a twisted dream. Perhaps while she was getting her checkup, they put her to sleep and made this sick dream.
But no, this was real. Her breathing quickened as she didn’t take a second longer before rushing towards him, arms wrapping tightly around his torso, “how?—When?—why?” She paused after each word, confused greatly by how Thomas could be here, when everyone was convinced he had been killed. She pulled away after a good few seconds, not fully wanting to let go, her hands cupped his face, taking in the fact that he was really alive. “I’m so glad you’re alive.” She whispered, fighting the urge to kiss him right then and there.
“Sit down, tell me what happened.”
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A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she tried to remain calm. Sitting down quickly beside him, practically squishing him as she tried to get as close as she could, the need for comfort was quite big at the moment. “Well, I know you and Minho are the only ones who are able to go in the maze, but I got curious and went in myself…” She trailed. She bit her lip nervously, she knew the maze wasn’t supposed to be entered unless you were a runner. But she was a tiny bit stubborn.
