°•Multifandom Imagines and Preference•°

Thomas x reader

A/N: Credits to author for most of the writing and main plot.
Also I could write a part 2 if its wanted ??

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The air around you felt thick and smelled of dirty pennies, hushed whispers from some kids around you broke the quiet hum of the train. The chains used to secure you to your seat rattled with every little movement of the vehicle, your head starting to hurt from it. You weren’t sure where you were going or where you were currently, but the kid next to you seemed think the worst. His constant blubbering and screams made you want to punch him straight in the face.

You kept your head facing forward, boredom and annoyance in your glare. You were sick and tired of Wicked doing whatever they wanted to you, to your friends. You thought about Minho and where he was on the train, you thought about Newt and Brenda, Jorge and Vince, Thomas. God, what you would give to see them again, to see him again.

A loud growl of an engine ripped through the metal box you were sitting in, your head perking up out of curiosity. Brows knitting together as gunshots rang out, kids yelling and screaming in fear. You tried to listen closer, footsteps trotting along the top of the cargo box above you gave you a glimmer of hope. Maybe they had come to get you back, maybe they were here to save the kids and Minho. Please let it be them.

The distant sound of explosions and gunshots became the background noise of your potential rescue, jerking forward as the train suddenly stopped. More screams of desperation flooded your ears, screaming coming from outside of the train as well. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but the banging against the metal was sure loud. You yelled a bit too, calling out for whoever was out there to please get you out. And they did.

You started swinging through the air, the queasiness in your stomach not leaving until you were placed on the ground again. Now you truly had no idea where you were or what was going on, and you were sure the poor boy next to you was about to vomit. The squeal of some device came from outside the entrance way of the crate, muffled voices talking to each other. You all stayed quiet, fear and curiosity coursed through you.

Then the door opened, light flooding in and blinding your eyes making you squint and raise your hand to cover them. Heavy boot steps piled in, shadowed silhouettes walking towards you.

“Aris?” You recognized that voice. You forced yourself to stare into the light, to stare at the dark figure walking towards you.

Thomas.

Your eyes met, mouth opening slightly and your heart pounding. He was here, he came back for you. A smile broke out across his face as he rushed towards you, dropping to his knees and holding you close.

“What the hell are you doing here-how are you even here?” You rushed out, eyes traveling across his face, taking in the way he looked.

“What did I tell you, i’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me remember?” He chuckled, hand grasping yours, hearing the slight jingle of the chains.

“Minho? Did you get him? Is he okay?” You look behind him, breath coming out quicker them before. You saw his head drop slightly, lips forming a tight line across his face and his jaw clenched.

“We’ll get him back, now that I’m here there’s no way we couldn’t.” You joke, seeing the small smile tug on his lips.

“Yeah, you’re right.” he said now smiling as he took your chains off.