#howwouldthey thomas

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stiles: the moment he sees your saddened face, his would drop too. your smile would be his driving force and without it, all energy would be drained. stiles would be desperate to know the source of what made you lose your sparkle but he also knew that comfort needs to come first, and questions asked later. stiles loves hugs - so immediately, you would be wrapped within his arms and he would hold you until he deemed enough. if you cried, his hand would rub your back. if you were just dejected, he would whisper stupid jokes in your ear until you laughed. he wouldn't try using his detective skills on what made you upset until he knew you were looked after.

mitch: if you were his work partner, mitch wouldn't know what to do if you were sad. usually, you were kickass and didn't let anything bother you, keeping your emotions at bay like the CIA taught you both so well to do. you would finish a mission, and the relief wouldn't be evident as it usually was - and that was mitch's first clue. he wouldn't ask what was wrong, but probably pat your shoulder awkwardly, and try to distract you with promises of drinks or packing up your belongings for the jet ride home. if you were his lover, he would feel emotional distress of his own seeing you upset. he would hold you tight, and try to coax out the reason for your sadness. if it was a person, mitch would definitely handle it.

thomas: he had spent so long making sure everybody was safe and happy in the safe haven, so it was only natural that his determination continued if he saw you downhearted. thomas wouldn't ask why until you were ready, but he would try to distract you. he'd probably convince you to go on a run with him to clear your mind, stopping for a break at one of the small cliffsides up the mountain as you both took in the view. he'd try to make you smile and happy, then probably make a comment like 'there's that smile I've been missing'. after a while, he would ask what was wrong. and despite possible protests, he would do whatever he could to make sure he could resolve it.

stuart: he didn't have the best social skills, and probably wouldn't notice you were sad until someone else mentioned it and it caught his attention. he would be awkward around the situation, but he wasn't heartless. stuart just rolling his seat over to yours and sitting silently until you looked over to him - he would smile nervously, probably reach out to lightly pat you shoulder and it would make your face screw up in confusion. but he wouldn't leave you as he started making small talk, asking if you needed anything, or wanted help with work. stuart wouldn't ask what was wrong but he would try be be accommodating, and that was more than enough for you.

joel: he is extremely empathetic - if you were upset, he would be on you in seconds asking what happened. joel would want to know so he could figure out the best way to make you feel better. you need comfort? sit back and he would make you some soup to 'warm your soul'. you need consolation? he would stick to your side, hugging you or just holding you to him as he rocked you slowly. you want to be left alone? he understood that, and he would let you cool off but he wouldn't be far away as he observed to make sure you were alright. joel would never be too far away... as long as he would be able to make you smile again.

sam: sam would begin with being slightly anxious - a part of him would worry if he did something wrong, the other part would be about whether he could fix whatever was wrong. this aspect of him drove gentle questioning about what led to you being upset, and once he knew the answer, he jumped straight into caring protective mode. he would have careful movements as he held you, or led you to a comfortable place. sam getting you a warm drink to give you a bit of pep, or if you are incredibly upset he would make you drink a glass of cold water to calm your nerves. he would assess whether you need to talk it through, and act accordingly.

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stiles: his jaw would quite literally drop to the floor, eyes staring shamelessly. you were probably going to a party and lydia gave you some unnecessary fashion advice, but you started rethinking just how necessary it really was when you saw stiles' reaction. he would have the equivalent of cartoon heart eyes, and an obvious trail of drool down his chin. constantly babbling about how good you looked, how beautiful you were. scott would need to give him wack over the head to break him out of his admiring daze.

mitch: this depends purely on the situation. if it were casual, he would wolf whistle loudly. probably make some small remark about how sexy you look, how he was desperate to get his hands all over you. holding your hand above your head and prompting you to twirl for him. if it were on a mission, however, he would stay silent but he can only control himself so much. you're undercover and he didn't expect the tight material, but he would stare, like really stare... especially at your ass. most likely thinking very dirty things.

thomas: the first thing he would do is curse under his breath, very taken aback. he would be drawn speechless after that, but it was his eyes that did all the talking. they trailed every single inch of you, slowly and with purpose. when he focused on a bit of skin you can guarantee that he would be biting down hard on his lip, trying to hold back a moan. thomas wouldn't be able to stop thinking how soft your skin would be, and you better believe that he has the image of you burnt in his mind forever.

stuart: he would need to be coaxed away from his phone or laptop screen, but damn, when he did he would forget that they even existed. his face would contort into a faux-drunken expression as he took you in - eyes blinking constantly, wondering if this was a dream. you'd be talking to him about going out with neha and some other friends, but he wasn't listening in all honesty, just absolutely mesmerised by how hot you looked. then he'd probably snap out of it and remind you to take one of his jackets to stop pervs from staring at you too.

joel: it'd be a hot day, a really hot day, as you wandered across the surface to get to jenner beach. joel would be ahead of you, face peering down at the map, talking aloud but mostly to himself. it wasn't until he turned around to ask you something that he saw that you had shed some layers - your jacket gone, shirt rolled up your torso, shorts cuffed even shorter. you were glistening from the heat and perspiration of the environment. he could hear boy barking at him, and he could see you reach out, but joel was so taken by how you looked that he didn't notice the hole behind him - one step too far, eyes focused on you, and joel fell deep, and hard (play on words, hehe).

sam: he first saw you standing across the bar from him - he'd definitely spoken to you before, in fact, you were one of his many tinder dates, but he never called you back. sam didn't remember that though as he drunk in your tight clothes that hugged you just right, and how your hips swayed as you walked, your body perfect as it stood before him. sam's obliviousness forced him over to you as he leaned on the bartop, tongue lapping at his lips, a silent groan settling in his chest. he threw a compliment your way, and next thing he knew, your drink was thrown back in his face.

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thomas:

his love language would mostly be touch. it would already be second nature as he was used to reaching out for you during the escape and battle with wicked, the need to know you're there and safe was always at the front if his mind. and when you're finally away from the danger, it calmed him immensely.

his love is shown by the way he would hold you in his arms, how his nose nuzzled against the shell of your ear. casing you against his chest. it was shown in how he would hold your hand the SECOND someone looks at you, to show everyone that you're his. when you two were intimate his hands were always on your body - dragging, squeezing, holding, caressing.

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thomas: thomas would definitely use the warmth as a source of comfort. it all started with a hug - it was when your friends were asleep as you found shelter in the scorch, and thomas had isolated himself as he had a lapse of confidence, and panic started to set in strong. you found him, heard him out, and suddenly encased him in a tight embrace. the first thing thomas noticed was your warmth as he was held against your chest, your arms around his neck. it anchored him immediately and comforted his woes and worries.

a few hugs later, of which he mostly instigated to feel that warming comfort, minho and other survivors were taken by wicked. the night ran cold as the remainders found it difficult to sleep at the top of the mountain, shivering from the trauma and the teasing chilly winds. thomas found himself alone again as he wallowed in self-deprecation. it wasn't until you wandered over and grasped his face with such delicate tender care, bringing his eyes up to yours, that thomas felt his shoulders slump in contentment. a deepened exhale fell past his lips and his hands reached up to cover yours, pressing the warmth further into his skin.

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thomas:

he would definitely be an over-protector. it would be annoying at first, then endearing, then frustrating - but he would do it purely out of love. thomas would be the type to always have an eye on you to make sure you're okay, or even in some circumstances, to make sure you're not doing anything stupid or dangerous. it was difficult to do anything without him looking over your shoulder.

then you started to understand that he was just scared, and the only way he could even begin to settle his busy mind was knowing that you and everyone else were okay - and that sometimes meant taking the role of leader a little too seriously. thomas was the type to hold his arm out and push you behind him when danger was present, putting himself in the line of danger to protect you. he would always check in on you too, asking how you were, willing to do anything to make the pain better.

toward the battle with wicked, and the kidnapping of minho, thomas started to care less about his wellbeing and safety as he put everybody else ahead of him instead. you hated it, and it was frustrating, but he still protected everybody. and he saved as many people as he could.

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stiles: my favourite trope for stiles is childhood best friends. so, you would meet him around the time he meets scott - in kindergarten, or early elementary school. he was on the swingset and you asked if you could swing next to him, then you complimented his spiderman shirt and he was ecstatic. you are inseparable, especially through life-changing events like scott's bite or the passing of stiles' mother.

mitch: he would be on a mission, scouting out a place of interest. he was told that his new partner would meet him there but he saw a figure being inconspicuous and sketchy. he immediately followed them and their actions convinced him that they were on the bad side, but the moment he held his gun to what would be your head, you scolded him for nearly blowing your cover.

thomas: you ran into eachother at the first wicked compound - he had just confronted the guards after seeing teresa being guided through the halls by the doctors. he was sent back to his room that eh shared with he other gladers, but you accidentally got in the way. thomas froze immediately - he recognised you, your name falling from his lips. you worked next to him at wicked... you were the one that helped him pass on information to the right arm. until they took you.

stuart: you saw stuart sitting alone at the internship orientation, his head buried in his phone. you'd already networked with some of your other fellow nooglers and you wanted to make a great impression on everyone. sitting next to him, you said hello, and he only hummed back. you tried pressing for friendly questions before realising he was a bit of an asshole. next thing you both knew - lyle had gathered up the leftovers, and you two were suddenly teammates.

joel: you had heard about the braveness of joel dawson as you fleed your bunker after he made his way back home from jenner beach. it prompted your bunker mates and you to head for the mountains. you were a little starstruck after first meeting him, and he was just so kind and nice. being similar ages meant that you both naturally gravitated toward one another. you began asking about his stories, and he started showing you his pictures, and the rest was history.

sam: sam and his brother often visited the bar that you worked at. they would come after working hard on fixing up houses, and you would always serve them their drinks, and you would always have great chats with them. you thought he was into you the first time he actually looked at your name tag, and addressed you by your name - with that cheeky sexy smile. that was until he came in a few nights later on a tinder date, and your heart sank.

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thomas:

let's just say, it was very very rare to not feel the warmth of thomas' hand within yours. he was practically attached to you. you became blind in the maze after an accident, so you were able to recall the beauty of a sunny day and the bright green hue of the trees and grass that made up the glade, as well as the faces of most of your glader friends and family - but you never got to see thomas' face. when you were getting to know him, though, you asked if you could feel it to understand him and the gentle slope of his nose, and sharpness of his jawline. it was incredibly bittersweet when he was describing his eye colour to you - a warm brown like the shade of frypan's vegetable soup, or the colour of the tree bark when thee sun hit it in the afternoon - it sounded lovely, but it's not the same as experiencing it.

outside of the glade was fucking difficult. monsters and wicked were constantly lurking around corners, and you were at an absolute disadvantage. thomas cared for you so much which is why he always volunteered to look out for you when you were all on the run. his hand was glued to yours, grip tight, knuckles white, but no sign of ever letting go. he was the perfect guide, and made sure to describe everything to you... even when chuck bled out, or when a near cranked-out winston was preparing himself for peace. he told you everything and every little detail. you deserved to know, and despite the severe sadness, you were appreciative that he didn't sugar-coat anything.

thomas and the others would help you use other senses to your advantage; they say when one is weakened, the others work harder. your sense of sound was incredible after a few practices, and you used touch as a way to see the world and the people around you. you loved it most when you felt thomas' small kisses over your knuckles, or when he'd pull you in for a hug and you could feel his heartbeat as strongly as you could hear it.

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thomas - au!gladers never tried escaping: believe it or not, thomas is very good at hiding his jealously, despite the ease of becoming frustrated and angry. the bond that you two shared was rare and he was very prideful in knowing that he could make you smile and laugh so effortlessly, as you would do the same for him. the delicate touches and whispered notes soon followed - a draw between you both - and it didn't take too long for the mutual development of feelings to arise. everybody knew that you both belonged to one another and it was eventually respected throughout the glade (after numerous protests from a now-accepting gally).

until one day a new glader arrived, and he was absolutely smitten by you.

alby assigned you to show him around as you appeared not as intimidating as many of the other boys, and thomas couldn't drag his eyes away. he didn't say anything at first - just observing, trusting you as he went on his run with minho. your friend, of course, threw questions after question at thomas, but he simply shrugged, holding any negative emotion deep in his chest where it began to feel heavy and thick. when they returned, you greeted him with a tender smile, and he gave you one back with just as much softness. when it came to the new glader, however, it became thin-lipped as he lost all positivity.

it wasn't until the bonfire that night, where the new glader tried to pull some sweet pick-up lines and non-reciprocated flirting, that thomas finally lost his cool. he stood up immediately from one of the logs and bee-lined straight for your frame, quick to wrap an arm around your waist and pulling you to him with a loving kiss.