TBS imagines

You're Not Fictional? {Multi}

AN: I got this idea in a crazy dream. I hope you'll like it. And remember, if you want a second part of any imagine, just write a comment.

Thomas holds me close and wipes away some of my tears as I once again cry over Whitey's death in Godless. As the amazing guy he is, he lets me snuggle into him on the couch when I cry. He pats my back and tells me that he's alive though his characters aren't. After a lot of convincing, we always end up watching his movies and shows, which means I mostly end up crying. I never cry over fictional characters, only Thomas'. Not only because of the death scenes but also the fact that Thomas will die for real at some point in the future.

"It's okay, Love. I'm here. You know it's only acting. I'm right here." His words always calms me down and brings a smile to my face. That's the effect he has on me. It's almost impossible to be 100% sad when he's here.

"I should probably go home now." I tell him and sit up straight before getting up to get my bag and phone. He groans as always when I'm going home.

"When are you moving in?" Thomas asks before getting up of the couch too. I put on my jacket while he turns off the TV in the middle of the Godless credits.

"In two and a half week." I tell him and walk over to him and stand on my tippy toes to give him a kiss on the lips. "Maze Runner marathon tomorrow night?" I ask as we pull away.

"Oh come on, Love, you know that I don't like watching my own movies." He groans.

"Unfortunately I do." I tease before walking out of his house.

*

Now I'm on my way to Thomas' house for our Maze Runner marathon. While walking on the gray pavement with my hands in the pocket of my black coat and my dark blue beanie to warm my ears, I see Thomas in his Newt costume on the other side of the road, but he's limping. He has never done this before and he knows that I love his costumes because it makes me proud of him. Aware of cars, I cross the road and turn Thomas around.

"Hi Tommy. Why are you wearing that? And why are you limping?" He looks really confused as if a stranger turned him around instead of me.

"Who's Tommy? My name is Newt. And can you please tell me where I am?" I burst out in laughter at his act.

"Of course, Tommy. You're 'Newt' and I'm Teresa." Now he looks even more confused.

"You don't look like Teresa." I continue to laugh at Thomas, but my eyes widen when I see Thomas walk in our direction with his Whitey Winn costume.

"This doesn't look like La Belle. What is this place?" Am I losing my mind? He can't be at the same place in both of the costumes. His hairstyles are even different.

"Why are you stealing Tommy's lines?!" 'Newt' bursts out which causes 'Whitey' shrugs.

"This can't be happening." I whisper to myself before walking towards Thomas' house, leaving my visions behind. When I'm turning around a corner, Thomas is there in his Jojen Reed costume.

"I'm looking for my sister, Meera. Have you seen her?" I'm losing my mind! This is my stupid imagination that tells me that I've watched too many of Thomas' movies and shows. Maybe they're real? But what if the press sees them if they're real? Or Thomas? I need to hide them and try to solve this mess.

"Come with me." I tell them and bring them to my apartment. "Okay." I say as we sit down by my table. "How the hell did you end up here? Whitey, you start."

"I got knocked out by some criminals on my search for Bill McNue. I woke up on the street here." I nod in shock.

"Newt, you're up."

"I went into a bloody Flat Trans in the W.I.C.K.E.D facility." Again, I give a nod.

"Jojen."

"I had a vision and something went wrong."

"What are we going to do?" I ask before standing up and pacing around in the apartment. "How are we going to send you back."

*

"Y/N? Y/N? Wake up, Love." I hear someone say. I open my eyes to see Thomas smiling down at me.

"What happened?" I ask.

"You fell asleep on your way to the door, Love." He laughs. I do too when I imagine it.

"I had a crazy dream."