Maze runner one shot requests

Rain---Thomas imagine

((Yes, I know it doesn't rain in the glade, but I need it.))

Of course the first time it rains in the glade is when you're out running.

Of course.

The rain had started about halfway through the day, and it was pouring down now. As you turned the last corner to get to the entrance, you almost cheered. As you stepped into the glade you could feel the mud squelch under your shoes. You glanced around and saw a makeshift overhang the builders had attached to the homestead and sprinted towards it. You sit down outside the homestead and watch the rain.

That day had been another unsuccessful run. You had learned to expect that.

You heard the homestead door open, and Thomas came and sat down next to you, him slightly less soaked than you.

"Hi Thomas."

"Hey (Y/N)!"

You propped your head up on your knees. Thomas noticed your disappointed expression.

"Is anything wrong?"

You smiled at Thomas.

"Not really. Another unsuccessful day running, now this shucking rain."

Thomas nodded then stood up and walked back in the homestead. You heard footsteps coming back a minute later, but didn't turn. Then you felt something dry and ragged drop on your head. You let out a yelp, and Thomas laughed.

"It's just a towel. . ."

Thomas pulled the towel off your head and wrapped it around you, all the while you tried to protest.

"Thomas, c'mon."

Thomas made no reply but finished wrapping you in a towel.

Minho ran up, his hair still in place and you groaned.

"Minhooo how do you make your hair stay that way?"

Your hair had become limp and clumped together from the rain. Minho smirked

"It's just the way my hair is."

Minho walked into the homestead leaving you and Thomas under the overhang. You turned to Thomas.

"How does he do it?"

Thomas shrugged.

"I have no idea, but personally. . .I think your hair is already perfect."

You blushed and leaned into Thomas. Eventually Alby came out and made everyone take their mad dash to the huts, and you lay sopping wet in your bed, thinking.

Today would have been completely awful, if Thomas hadn't been there.

You sighed, wishing you were already out of the maze and at paradise.

In paradise there would be no rain, and no endless maze.

You fell asleep imagining what it must be like, outside of the maze.

In the morning you got out of bed and put on your running gear before stepping outside. Everything was damp. Luckily the sun had peeked through, and the air was warming up. You were hoping to see Thomas outside the entrance to the maze for a quick goodbye, but the only person there was Minho. You started to head into the maze when Minho grabbed you by the arm.

"Nope. Not today!"

You stepped back into the glade and stared at him.

"What?"

Minho grinned.

"I was told to send you to the deadheads."

When you made no move, he dramatically pointed in the direction of the deadheads.

"That-a-way!"

You smiled, and walked away, wondering what was in the deadheads. You had a suspicion it was Thomas, he was always doing things like this, but what was he doing this time? As you entered the deadheads, you heard noises, and decided to go in that direction. You get to the edge of a small clearing and step through, and sure enough, there was Thomas. There was a sort of crater, which was now filled with water in the center of the clearing. Thomas had placed towels and blankets in the spongy grass, and had even brought a picnic basket. Thomas turned and saw you

"(Y/N)!"

He ran over, scooping you up in a hug. Your words were muffled by his shoulder.

"Thomas. . .what is this?"

He pulled away, but kept an arm around your shoulder, waving his hand out at everything.

"Well, a few days ago, we found this crater, and discovered there was no actual reason for it. Last night, I went to check if it had filled with rain water, which it had. I brought the blankets and towels from the homestead, and convinced Fry to give me some food."

Your heart seemed to swell. Thomas turned to look back at you.

"What is it?"

You smiled sweetly at him.

"Why do you have to be so shucking sweet?"

"Because you deserve sweetness."

Thomas kissed you before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the water, both of you entering with your clothes still on.

You wished the box supplied swimsuits.

You took in a breath as the cold water touched your skin, but you allowed him to drag you to the middle of the crater. It only went up slightly above your waist. Thomas turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What?"

Thomas cupped some water in his hands.

"Oh, nothing. . ."

"Thomas if you-"

You were cut off by Thomas splashing the water at you. You wiped the water from your eyes before staring Thomas down.

"You just started a war."

Thomas laughed and shielded his face as you splashed him. Ten minutes later you were both covered in water, laughing. The water was cold, but Thomas didn't seem to notice it.

"Thomas, how are you not cold right now?"

Thomas just shrugged

"I don't know. It's just not that cold."

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not, and I'll prove it to you."

Thomas dunked his whole body under the water, before resurfacing shivering.

"N-Never m-mind. It's c-cold."

You laughed.

"I told you. The sun will probably dry us off though."

Thomas nodded, and you both made your way out of the miniature lake. As you sat down on the grass, you picked up a towel before wrapping it around Thomas.

"Now who needs the towel?"

Thomas groaned and lay down, and you lay down next to him. The sun was fully out now, and the grass was soft after the rain.

Maybe you didn't have to leave the maze to find paradise.

Thomas noticed your far away expression

"What are you thinking about (Y/N)?"

You snuggled up to Thomas.

"Just that I've found paradise."

You and Thomas stayed there, watching the cloudless sky, enjoying each other's company, for a long time, the picnic basket forgotten.