‘Can you make a short series with this theme, where Thomas then continues to pretend to be your boyfriend in public but then actually starts to like you and eventually falls for you?’
Pairing: Thomas Brodie-Sangster x Reader
Word Count: 745
Sitting in Dylan’s dressing room on the set of The Scorch Trials, I fight the tears stinging the back of my eyes. Kaya, Rosa, Will and Ki Hong are all sitting around me, asking me why I still don’t have a boyfriend.
“But why? I mean, I could totally fix you up with someone, although we might have to fix your look a bit…” Rosa says, her sweet smile not quite hiding the insult.
I sigh, wishing I was talking to Dylan and Thomas on the other side of the room instead of answering their questions. “As I said before, I’m just not looking for a guy right now”.
“Are…are you looking for a girl” Kaya whispers hesitantly. I fight the urge to roll my eyes as Will smirks.
“No, Kaya, I’m not a lesbian. I’m totally fine with being single right now, okay?”
The truth is, I do wish I had a boyfriend. I’ve had a small crush on a certain British actor who plays the character of Newt for a while now, but the problem is, we’re pretty good friends, and I know that there is no way he would ever like me back. A few guys have asked me out recently, but as sweet as they all were, I’ve found myself turning them down, knowing that no one is as good as Thomas.
“How do you feel about dying your hair a few shades lighter? And maybe putting on some more makeup? You could totally get a boyfriend if you tried a little harder” Rosa says, not even bothering to sound polite. Her words sting, and I take a shaky breath, feeling like total crap. “Everyone else has a boyfriend or girlfriend” Kaya adds. My face turns bright red.
I see Thomas start to walk towards us in my peripheral vision, looking perfect as usual. Looking up at him, I smile weakly, trying to make out that everything is okay and hoping that my eyes don’t betray me. He places a hand on my shoulder, sending tingles rushing through me, and looks at the girls. He looks…is he angry? Thomas is normally cool, calm and collected, and it’s odd to see him like this.
“I strongly recommend that you don’t speak to Y/N like that. Especially when you have no idea what you’re bloody talking about” he says, his voice deadly calm.
I open my mouth to ask what he means, but all of a sudden, he leans down towards me. Kaya starts to express her confusion, but then Tom’s lips touch mine - softly, lightly - and I stop hearing anything, my heart hammering in my ribcage and pounding in my ears. Questions race through my mind as he kisses me, making everyone’s jaws drop.
“Y/N and I have been secretly dating for a few months, now” Thomas lies, his voice not even wavering slightly. Why would he protect me from them like that? My hands are shaking violently. He continues the lie smoothly and I force myself to nod behind him, playing along. He excuses us from the shocked, silent group and we exit the room.
“W-What was that for?” I stutter as soon as we get into the hallway. “I just couldn’t bloody see them question you like that, so I just…I don’t know. I shouldn’t have done it, love, and I’m sorry…”
I shake my head, silencing him. I’m glad that he protected me, but…I wish he had kissed me for a different reason.
“It’s fine, thank you for doing…what you did…but what do we do now?” I ask. “Well…” he starts, his voice slightly hoarse. “We can either keep pretending that we’re…you know. Or we can tell everyone the truth, or say that we’ve broken up. It’s your choice, love”
I take a minute to make weigh the pros and cons. Thomas is a good guy, and I know that he’ll respect any decision I make.After making my decision, I respond quietly, suddenly feeling shy.
“Maybe…maybe we should just keep pretending for a bit. We have to go to the Scorch Trials Convention tomorrow, so…let’s just keep pretending tomorrow and then work out what we want to do”
He sighs. Is it just me, or is he…relieved?
“Alright. I guess I’ll see you at the convention, then”. He moves forward, as if to hug me, but then pulls away and waves instead. Disappointment floods me as he walks away. I find myself missing him once he’s gone.