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Lovers Lies | Thomas TMR (2)

Pairing: Thomas x fem OC

Word Count: 1.4k

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IT wasn't a surprise when Sandra saw Minho leaning back against the wall out the front of the shower hut, his muscled arms crossed over his chest with a sharp look in his eyes that softened when he saw her.

"How long did you get at the creek today?" he asked her, pushing off the wall.

"Only an hour," she simply answered, stopping beside him with dry clothes and a towel still wrapped around her body. "Chuck helped me wash some clothes before Carl made us get out."

Minho chuckled, looking behind her to where Carlos was, hanging up the wet clothes over a rope tied from one tree to another.

"You know, you don't have to stand out here every time I go for a shower, right?" She placed a hand on her hip, arching a brow.

Minho shrugged his shoulders with a careless smirk on his face. "Is this you finally inviting me to join you in the show—Ow! Jesus Sansa!"

"Say stupid things, get stupid rewards," Sandra muttered, rolling her eyes as she walked into the showers.

"It was just a suggestion!" Minho called out, muttering a curse under his breath as he leaned back against the wall.

"Imagine if Carl heard that suggestion," she shot back, walking past a few empty shower stalls until she reached the end one and walked in.

The other doors didn't have a lock, but with her being the only girl, Gally had put a lock on one and it became clear to everyone that that particular shower was hers. Thankfully, no one argued about that. 

Sandra got undressed and then took her braids out before quickly washing her body and hair with shampoo, not wanting to leave Minho waiting for a long time outside when dinner would no doubt be starting to get served up soon.

A shower two stalls down turned on and Sandra froze, her hands still in her hair. Anxiety crept through her body like a spider as she strained her ears to listen, praying that one of the boys wouldn't try anything and also wondering where the hell Minho went.

"It's only me!" Carlos called out, instantly making her relax. "I told Minho to go get dinner."

"You could've told me you were coming in, slinthead," Sandra shot back, turning off the shower. "I think I had a heart attack."

"And this is exactly why Minho stands outside when I'm not," he muttered.

Sandra ignored his comment and dried herself before slipping into black trackies that Nick used to own and then she slipped on a black shirt and her black jacket. Carlos was still in his closed stall as she walked past, letting him know she was going to the kitchen to get some dinner.

The sky had turned twilight by the time she walked out of the showers and made her way toward the kitchen, returning a few smiles thrown her way. As usual, Newt, Alby, and Minho were seated at the same picnic table with Chuck joining them. Well, that was unusual but made her smile. The youngest boy normally waited for her before joining the others, but it seemed he was starting to show more confidence.

"Clint said you made more cookies," Jeff started, pulling her attention to the curly-haired, light-skinned boy standing in line ahead of her with a smile. "I ran all the way over here to make sure I get one before one of these idiots ate them all."

Sandra laughed, noticing a few boys eating cookies as she looked around. "I'll make more tomorrow if we run out tonight."

"I heard through a few boys that you might make your blueberry muffins tomorrow," Winston said, turning around in front of Jeff. "Be sure to save me one."

"She'll make them when she wants, mate," Newt cut in, placing a hand on Sandra's shoulder. "Now get your dinner and eat up. Tonight's an early night."

Winston and Jeff nodded, turning their backs to the pair as Newt pulled Sandra toward the front of the line, past the other boys. 

Frypan was waiting behind the serving bench with a smile and two trays held out to her. "I made sure to give you an extra cookie since you made them," he informed her.

"Thanks, Sig," she hummed, taking both the trays with a warm smile before walking over to the picnic table with Newt.

"Sansa, these cookies are good," Alby commented, taking a bite into his cookie as Sandra sat down beside Minho.

"Yeah, they are," Chuck said, food spitting out of his mouth as he sat across from Sandra.

Sandra slapped his hand with a scowl. "Cover ya' mouth when you're talking with food in your mouth," she hissed.

All the boys started laughing as Chuck blushed, covering his mouth with a hand while chewing the food in his mouth.

"What's got you idiots laughing?" Carlos asked, pushing his way between Minho and Sandra, forcing them to sit on either edge of the wooden bench. He took the second tray from Sandra, grinning at the mashed potatoes, carrots, and pork sausages. "What did Chuck do now?"

"Sansa got up him for eating with his mouth full of food," Minho answered with a grin. "It probably turned the little shuck face on."

"Minho!" Alby, Newt, and Sandra groaned at the same time, the three of them throwing parts of their dinner at his head.

"You're an idiot," Alby said, shaking his head while standing up. "I gotta check on a few things but I'll be back soon." Sandra gave him a small smile before he walked away.

With all of them being focused on a complaining Minho who was currently picking food out of his black hair, none of them noticed the tall scrawny boy standing at the end of the table, between Sandra and Chuck.

"Did you clean my shoes?" Adam asked Chuck, gaining everyone's attention.

Chuck seemed to shrink himself in his seat, a look of fear in his eyes that Sandra noticed straight away while pushing around the mashed potatoes on her tray. The youngest boy had been in the Glade for nearly a month now and the other Gladers had stopped teasing him. All except one—Adam. There had been a few times when Sandra saw Adam punch Chuck in the stomach, but every time she intervened, the older boy just didn't seem to care.

"I was busy helping someone else," Chuck quietly admitted, staring down at his tray of dinner. 

The other Gladers had gone silent with hard eyes while watching Adam who was staring daggers into the side of Chuck's face. None of them particularly liked Adam and for good reason. He wasn't one of the oldest boys like Alby and Carlos, but he liked to think he was. That somehow made him think he had more power than the other Gladers. And, he seemed to always have it out for Sandra, making rude comments, cat calling her, even telling a few other boys that she was his for the taking.

Disgusting pig.

"I'm a first priority," Adam spat with hatred.

Newt groaned in annoyance, rolling his eyes. "Oh, piss off, mate. You aren't his first priority so why don't you rack off?"

Adam turned his dagger gaze to Newt, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't you mind your business, limp boy."

That nickname made Sandra tense. She and Minho were the only ones who knew how exactly Newt got a limp, and for Adam to bring it up against one of her closest friends, enraged her. With one swift movement, she unsheathed the machete that was on Carlos' belt. Before any of them could blink, she pressed the sharpened end against Adam's crouch, not hard enough to cut through the fabric of his brown pants, but hard enough to warn him that she wasn't playing around.

"I would suggest walking away before I de-ball you," Sandra lowly warned, eating a piece of carrot while looking up at him. "It would be a shame to take away your favorite part, even if it's so small."

Minho snickered, covering his mouth with a hand with amusement shining in his eyes at the clear fear covering Adam's face as the boy looked down at the machete and then at Sandra. Chuck turned pale as paper, his eyes wide with surprise. Newt was just as surprised, even after seeing that side of her many times. And Carlos—Oh, the older boy looked as proud as ever while he continued to eat his dinner.

"Well?" Sandra raised a brow at Adam. "You gonna fuck off or piss yourself?"

Adam gulped, taking a step back before looking at Chuck. "You're in deep klunk now."

Sandra clicked her tongue, putting the machete on the table. "You touch a hair on his head, and I won't give you a warning next time," she said with a sweet smile.

The second Adam turned around and started walking away, Minho howled in laughter with Carlos while Newt smiled, shaking his head. 

"You're insane, Sansa," Newt mumbled, watching her shrug her shoulders while eating the last of her dinner.

Carlos threw an arm over his sister's shoulders, pulling her into his side. "That she is."

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[theunseenpoet]

Lovers Lies | Thomas TMR

Pairing: Thomas x fem OC

Word Count: 2k

Sandra fc = octavia blake from the 100

Carlos fc = bellamy blake from the 100

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DARK brown hair braided back in two French braids with purple bows made of ribbon tying them off was always in Sandra's hair. Every day since the moment she was sent up in the box to The Glade. 

But other than the purple bows, everything else covering her body was black.

Black long-sleeved shirt. Black cargo pants. Black combat boots. A black jacket even.

Black was, no doubt, her favorite shade...with a dash of purple to make her look less depressed—well, that's what the others had said. Even with the purple, she still felt depressed.

Who could even blame her? Any lone girl trapped in a prison surrounded by only boys would feel depressed. It's no fun and it's barely easy living. If it wasn't for her closest friends who always felt the need to protect her, then she was sure life would've been worse by now. Maybe she would've climbed the highest wall too. But she hadn't. Yet.

Sandra could protect herself when needed, but one rare time she hadn't been able to. That one time turned dark and ended with Nick banishing a few boys for their actions against her. Not only did boys get banished for what they'd done to her, but her closest friends were left drowning in guilt for not being able to help her at a time when she couldn't defend herself.

Those memories haunted the Gladers who loved and cared for her as their own sister.

"How those cookies comin'?" Frypan asked, looking over Sandra's shoulder as she used her washed hands to roll the chocolate chip cookie dough into little balls.

"Just a few more minutes and I'll put them in the oven for after dinner," she hummed with a small smile sent to him.

After three years, she had mastered the fake smile and light in her eyes. And yet, it seemed that Carlos always knew when she was lying. Luckily the older boy was running in the Maze with Minho and Ben most days for the whole day. So, when they did see each other, she could blame her quiet self on being tired and he would usually be too tired to argue.

"Well, they look great," Frypan complimented her with a hand on his hip. "You gotta make those blueberry muffins again soon."

Sandra lightly laughed, finishing the last few cookie balls. "Once Newt gives me the okay, I'll make a batch."

"Hell yeah!" Frypan cheered, walking across the room to the bench. "I swear those muffins are like a drug."

"Did Sansa make blueberry muffins?" Chuck asked, walking into the kitchen with a bright smile.

Sandra made quick work of opening the oven and putting in the two trays of cookies before turning around, wiping her hands on the old grey apron that used to be white.

"Not today," she said, taking the apron off. "But I've made cookies that will be ready by the time dinner is being served." She threw the apron into a basket made out of old sheets full of other dirty clothes that needed washing. "I'm going to the creek to wash clothes. Will you be okay without my help?" she asked Frypan.

"Yeah, yeah." Frypan waved her off with a smile. "You've done your job for the day, and I'll get your cookies out soon."

Sandra sent him a thankful smile while picking up the fabric basket and walking out of the kitchen hut with Chuck trailing behind her.

Since the younger boy arrived, he usually worked during the day as a Slopper. But every afternoon he would join Sandra to the creek at the back of the woods and no other Glader would protest or complain, knowing it was normal for her to take in the Greenies for their first month in the Glade, showing them the ropes and teaching them what they need. Plus, after Nick's unfortunate death, they had been extra careful around her snappy mood which was mainly controlled by grief and anger.

"Did you bring towels?" Sandra questioned, the sound of leaves crunching under her shoes as they walked into the woods that had a settling chill. Soon, the Runners would be back, and dinner would be happening with her cookies as a treat.

Chuck nodded, slinging a bag over his shoulder. "Made sure to grab an extra one in case."

Sandra sent him a true smile over her shoulder, seemingly as he was one of the very few who made the dim light in her eyes slightly brighten. Only slightly.

The further they walked in the woods, the lighter Sandra felt, leaving her worries behind, even if it was only for an hour. The sounds of cows and pigs and the hustling Glade got quieter, being replaced by the sound of water. 

Three years ago, a week after Sandra had first arrived in the Box, she had felt on edge for days, barely sleeping or eating. She had discovered the small creek one night while sneaking out of Alby's hut after he'd offered it to her. Since that day, you could find her at the creek if she wasn't in the kitchen or with her usual friends.

"Do you think the Runners found anything new in the Maze?" Chuck questioned, dodging a low-hanging branch just as she did.

"I'm not sure," Sandra admitted, her body relaxing at the sight of the creek with crystal clear water showing the rocky ground. "If they did, then I'll be sure to tell you."

Chuck hummed at that, dropping the bag at his feet just as Sandra dropped the basket. The both of them sat in silence, taking their shoes off and extra clothing while birds chirped in the lush trees above them.

After taking off her black clothes, leaving her in a black sports bra and underwear, Sandra grabbed an arm full of clothes, goosebumps erupting across her body as she walked into the cold water. Chuck followed close behind her with the rest of the clothes and two bars of soap.

"So, did anyone give you any trouble today?" Sandra asked Chuck, sitting down until the water reached the middle of her chest and she soaked the clothes in the water.

"Only Adam," Chuck admitted quietly, sitting a little behind her with him being shorter.

Sandra frowned, starting to wash the clothes. "I'm not supposed to tell you this because Alby would kick my shucking ass, but you shouldn't let Adam push you around like he does." She paused, looking back at him. "When someone pushed me around, I used to cut up their shirts and pants. Alby was pissed of course, but I didn't care."

Chuck laughed, a small snort following that made her laugh with him. 

The two continued to wash clothes, making small chat about the Glade and about the secret to Sandra's baking that she only shared with him. Chuck was the sweetest boy in Sandra's opinion, and she saw him as her own little brother from the moment he arrived.

Of course, he wasn't her biological brother like Carlos was. The older boy and also the third one in the Glade had known he had a sister from the moment he woke up in the Box, even with all his other memories wiped. The same was said for Sandra, knowing Carlos was her older brother from the moment she saw him. The both of them—and the others—couldn't figure out why the siblings had remembered each other, and it bugged them all, but they knew it had to be for a reason. So, after a few months, the questions around them stopped and, well, the pair became joined at the hip.

Sandra was the sixth one to come up, and the first Runner. For a year and a half, she was the Keeper of the Runners, training Ben, Minho, Nick, and a few others with her brother. 

But then one day while running the Maze on her own—which was normal for her at the time—a Griever attacked her in broad daylight, leaving a large slice from her left shoulder blade, down to her right hip. For some reason, she hadn't been stung like the others who ran into a Griever. But she didn't question it when she woke up in the Med-Jacks hut two days later.

That was a dark day for the Glade, a feeling of anxiety and sorrow thickening the air the Gladers breathed in. Very few of the boys didn't like Sandra, but most of them did and saw her as their own sister in a way. So, for a pale and shaking Minho to bring her back, covered in her blood...Oh, it shook them all. 

Carlos was a mess. The usual tough exterior boy with a sharp tongue and fist always covered in cuts, was silent as death, not a sound out of his mouth as he sat by his sister's side, holding her hand for two days straight. 

Newt had thrown up when he saw her state, the gaping, deep wound on her back, but he still ran with a limp to the Med hut behind Minho. 

Alby was barking questions at Minho about what happened in the maze while Nick barked orders at Jeff and Clint to take care of her. 

Even Gally was pacing outside of the Med hut, rambling to Frypan who didn't bother with serving dinner that night as he worriedly waited for news on Sandra. 

As said earlier: that was a dark day for the Glade. And exactly why she was pulled from being a Runner and put in the kitchen which was her second favorite place to be.

"I was wondering where you were," a deep, silky voice drawled from the bank of the creek.

Sandra smiled, looking over near the fabric basket and clean clothes to see Carlos smiling at his sister, sweat dripping down his forehead with smudges of dirt on his tanned face and neck, making the scar along the left side of his jawline stand out.

"Someone had to wash our clothes," she softly said, holding up a shirt she was currently washing. "Chuck and I finished our jobs for the day, except this one."

Carlos tilted his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "I told you I would do it after I came back. You did the clothes last time."

Sandra shrugged her shoulders, facing back to the last of the clothes as Chuck quietly glanced between the Glade siblings. "You still need to map, shower, and eat," she stated. "I've got only a pair of pants left and then I'm done."

Carlos sighed, his eyes landing on the silver scar on her back that made a punch of guilt crash against his stomach. "Hey Greenie," he said, turning to the boy who nodded with a hint of fear in his eyes. Everyone was scared of Carlos...and for good reason. He was terrifying at times. "Has she eaten today?"

Chuck opened his mouth to answer, but Sandra cut in with a loud sigh. "Carlos, I'm right damn here."

"Well, no shit," Carlos muttered, crouching down to open the bag at his feet. "Leave the last of the clothes and go have a shower. Both of you." Chuck's eyes widened as Carlos looked up, sending him a warning look. "Separately."

"You're gonna scare the klunk out of him," Sandra laughed, standing up with the clean clothes in her arms and water drops hitting the surface of the creek.

"That's the point," Carlos sassed, holding open a towel while looking away from his little sister.

Sandra offered Chuck a soft smile, cocking her head to the other towel still in the bag as she walked toward her brother. "The clothes are all done, so there's no need for you to wash anything else," she informed her brother, dumping her wet pile of clothes into the basket.

"Uh, I'll hang them up," Chuck offered, keeping his eyes on the floor to avoid looking at her and not wanting Carlos to punch him. 

"I've got it, kid," Carlos said, wrapping the towel around Sandra before picking up the basket just as Chuck dropped his pile in. "If either of you get sick, Alby will have a tantrum. I can't be fucked to listen to one of those again after the last sickness that went around."

"Don't remind me," Sandra groaned, picking up her dry clothes and starting to walk back toward the Homestead. "The number of times I threw up should've killed me."

"I thought it was going to," Carlos whispered, grabbing the back of Chuck's wet shirt and hurrying him up to follow. "Dinner should be ready soon. I'll meet you two there after I hang up these clothes and have a shower."

Sandra only nodded her head, already missing the creek when the sound of the Gladers came into earshot.

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