Newtmas/Dylmas Oneshots

Panels* (Dylmas)

A/N: this story was inspired by an idea emmasqv gave me. Credit goes to her for making me include the dancing scenes :) <3

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Thomas always loved panels. He loved how he was able to sit back and occasionally butt into conversation while the rest of the cast, being a lot more extroverted than himself, bantered relentlessly.

Most of all though, he loved the extra time he got to spend with Dylan. Blatantly flirting with him onstage but no one thinking anything of it because its how its always been with them, playful bickering and secret meet ups behind the scenes.

Don't be mistaken, the idea of going public was something Thomas loved beyond human imagination but, at the same time, hated it because of how fans would react. Dylan feels the same, they can be as touchy feely as they want, just behind closed doors.

But when the crowds and cameras come out it's no longer "them" it's "Dylan and Thomas".

The panel that the cast were taking part in today was at Comic Con to celebrate the release of "Scorch Trials".

Thomas stood offstage and glanced across to Dylan. He had a backwards cap on, a well-fitting shirt and traces of facial hair lining his jawline. Overall Thomas found the look enticing.

"Right, you guys are up. Thomas stop spacing out and get ready ok?" A random worker informed the group and they all nodded curtly. An announcer introduced them onto the stage and the group walked in front of the large crowd.

Screams and shouts erputed when they stepped on to the stage and Dylan laughed, he still couldn't grasp how people could like him so much.

Once everyone had sat down behind their respective sign and the crowd had quieted down, the cast introduced themselves and awaited whatever questions would be thrown at them.

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"That was great guys!" Rosa clapped Dylan on the shoulder and rested her elbow on it "for my first full on interview with you all its safe to say your fans can be incredibly bearable"

"Bearbale?! I love them for supporting what we do so much, but have you seen some of the stuff they write about me and this arsehole!" Thomas jabbed his thumb towards Dylan.

Slapping Thomas' hand from the air, Dylan retorted "The only reason Thomas finds it unbearable is because he wishes it were true, isn't that right Tommy-boy?"

Scowling, Thomas stuck his tongue out at Dylan and only got a wink in reply. "Fucking hell him and his bloody winking, how does he make me feel like this by closing one damn eye!"

The panel was held in a large building and there was a reserved area for "V.I.P" guest, mostly people who held the panels. Thomas and the rest of the cast migrated to the small hall and began to bicker amongst themselves.

The hall was big enough to fit a moderately sized group of people in but definitely wasn't designed with large gatherings as its main intention. It had tables lining the walls covered in various assortments of food, drinks (alcoholic and none) and snacks layed upon them. Finally, a dance floor was situated in the centre of the room with a few speakers to the front of it.

Taking advantage of the small luxuries they were welcomed to, everyone quickly took to eating the food and drinking enough wine, beer or champagne to get drunk.