Maze Runner Imagines

Thomas - 1

'I Won't Let Them Hurt You."
Tw's: Harassment, Unconsenting Touches
Word Count: 721
Idea: Y/N is being harassed by fellow gladers, but Thomas obviously doesn't approve.

       Being the only girl among 50 something boys...yeah, not the funnest thing to have to deal with. Sure, Y/N loved being able to live with the love of her life, Thomas, but it was hard when she lived with a bunch of hormonal teens.
      It's been happening for two weeks. It started off with a few comments. 
 

     "Y/N, you look so good today."
      "Damn, you look fine when you're working..."
      It made her so uncomfortable. She tried her best to ignore it, and at first, it worked, but then came the touches. 
      As a med-jack, it was her job to take care of anyone who needed it. But it was hard when: not only would slicers hurt themselves on purpose to come to see her, but they'd do little things while she'd deal with their wounds. Play with her hair, touch her arms, play with her shirt, it was getting hard to deal with.
      But one day, something changed. It all happened when two builders got hit in the head with planks of wood. It was Y/N's job to make sure that the boys weren't hurt too bad, so they were sent to the med-jack hut.
     "Does it hurt here?" Y/N asked quietly as she checked the builder, Carver's head. "Where exactly did you get hurt?" She examines, her face molded into a beautiful artwork of focus.
      "Yeaaahhhh..." Carter whines, looking over at his fellow worker, James. "It hurts there-" He says, not paying much attention. Both boys were sitting on the bed as Y/N hovered above them to check the damage. 
      "Hmm- you seem to be oka-" She freezes in her tracks as she feels a pair of arms around her waist. While she was distracted, James had stood up and got behind her, pulling her away from Carter. "Hey-!" She yelps, struggling in his grasp. "What are you doing?! Let go of me-!!"
      "Not a chance." She could feel James' breath against her neck. It was warm and made a shudder go down her spine. "Finally, we can get you alone-"
     "Yeah," Carter stood up in front of Y/N, getting all up in her face. "And you're stupid boyfriend won't have to know." He grins, showing off his misshapen and yellow teeth.
     They were right. Thomas was out running, and there was no one else to come help her. Y/N was practically screwed. She did her best to thrash against James, but he only tightened his grip on her, his arms digging into her waist.
     "Ow-! That hurts-!" She yelps, before James, covers her mouth. 
    "Shut up, and we'll make this as painless as possible-" She could feel hands trailing up her waist. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to ignore what was gonna happen.
      That was until she heard the door slam open. 
     "Let go of her, you shanks!" Thomas. Y/N opened her eyes hopefully, just in time to watch James get punched straight in the nose. The arms around her quickly let go as James crumbled to the ground, holding his face. Carter stepped back, panicked.
      "Hey, man, we were just playing around-! R-right, Y/N?" He laughed nervously, holding his hands up in defense.
      "Get out of here before I punch you too." Thomas says sternly, and Carter grabs James before running out the door. As soon as they were gone, Y/N held Thomas tightly, hiding her face in him as she began to cry
    "Why didn't you tell me...? How long have they been targeting you?" Thomas asked, holding his distressed girlfriend protectively, leading her to the bed to sit down. 
    "I-Its not just them." She says, sniffling. Thomas frowns, rubbing her back and doing his best to comfort her.
    "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay... I'll make sure no one ever treats you like that. Never again. They'll have a life sentence in the slammer...or maybe even banishment." He says firmly, "I'm sure Alby and Newt will be happy to oblige."
     "You promise?" Y/N looks up at him, wiping her nose on her sleeve
    "I promise," Thomas says. "I'll protect you till the day we die." He holds her, his embrace was extremely comforting. As long as she was with Thomas, Y/N knew she was safe and sound.