#oblivious!thomas

Hi @un-ah!

There are lots of oblivious Thomas fics, but I’ll just rec the ones that I really like. I am also ashamed (not) to say that some of those fics are by me, but you know how much I love self-advertising ;)

A kiss is all I want | Safr2n | General 

The immunes were celebrating Christmas. Again, something Minho and Thomas remembered as a thing, but had no memories of it. While everyone was having a big party together, both boys had wanted to be alone, just the two of them. Sometimes, it was a bit overwhelming to be around so many people.

In Sickness and In Health | Delia_Maguire | General

Sure, the sudden rainstorm sucked and Thomas couldn't exactly feel all the parts of his body anymore - But Minho looked so hopeful... He could survive a little cold, Right? Wrong.

Do Guard Dogs Doggy Paddle? | Delia_Maguire | General

Of all the things Minho had worried about girls doing to his best friend, shoving him off a cliff was probably on the bottom of his list.

Purely Platonic | Izcana | General

Good for them – they finally got together, but I just wish they did it sooner. I guess it's just like what they say: "It's a blessing and a curse that love is blind."

Instinct | Delia_Maguire | Teens and Up

The Trials are over. They're safe.

At least, that's what Minho had hoped - But when he and Thomas come to live with Thomas's long lost twin brother, Stiles Stilinski, in Beacon Hills, he quickly realizes that's wishful thinking.

The Secret To Wooing Thomas, by Minho No-Surname | Izcana | General

Minho glared playfully. "Such a shame that is, too." He was sure Thomas was going to reply with a lame comeback and he was ready for it.

But no. He was not ready for the look that followed. Thomas gasped, widening his eyes and pouting. His big brown eyes were wide and watery and the brown and (very) long eyelashes were not helping, neither were the small, plump rosy-strawberry pink lips that jutted out slightly. Thomas' master pout. Oh, no.

Minho had been first subjected to this pout in the first week of paradise. Thomas had wanted Minho's last orange and Minho refused to give it to him. The next second, Thomas had pulled his look and Minho had discovered that his hand was obediently handing the precious orange to Thomas, who stopped his pout immediately and ate the orange.

Minho had stared, dumbfounded, at the cute boy who had juice smeared all over his face. Minho was weak for Thomas, apparently. He questioned why Thomas didn't just use that look on Alby when he wanted to become a runner. It couldn't just be Minho who succumbed to Thomas' spell...or was it?

Important | Safr2n | Teens and Up

“You’ll have to talk to him one day soon” Teresa repeated for the umpteenth time. “And you’ll have to go back to your dorm, you cannot sleep on the floor of my room for the rest of the semester.” Thomas groaned. He knew it.

Few months ago, Thomas realized that the feelings he had for his best friend weren’t just platonic. It had hit him, suddenly, without even giving him a moment to think about it. He was madly in love with Minho.

Chills Down Your Spine | Izcana | General

Thomas had his head resting on the picnic blanket, and they were watching the stars.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Minho's low voice said, and Thomas shivered. "I used to do it when I was a kid."

"Yeah," Thomas agreed, smiling as he curled up unconsciously to the warmth Minho radiated. The stars were truly beautiful. "I agree."

The Glade Runner | kisstheloststars | Mature

"H-Hey! Hey! Let me out!"

The words seemed to resonate with the boy, his vulnerable tone almost like that of a distant memory.

After a while of kicking the door and rattling the handle frantically, Thomas felt his breath hitch in the back of his throat.

He then completely dismissed all of his thoughts in that moment, once the door was unlocked - he would have bolted straight out of the room, too, if it wasn't for the pair of strong arms which grabbed his shoulders all too quickly and tightly, blocking his means of escape.

"Woah, there!"

"Holy shuck!"

"Bloody hell! Looks like we've got a stranger in our room with the chops to be a runner!"

Touch-starved | Safr2n | General

“Wow, your hands are so cold” he had commented while covering the brunet’s hands with his own, warming them up. Thomas was too shocked and busy trying not to blush to do or say anything. Besides, what could he have done? The tan skin on his just felt so good.

I need you, always | Safr2n | General

Thomas never felt worst. Not even when he went against his own promise and told Minho what he did to Newt. Not even when he pulled the trigger… Okay, maybe not as much, but he was still feeling bad. Really bad.