#Thomas Thorne Imagine

[jamiewintons]

Okay, because of that ask I can’t stop thinking about Thomas being a tits guy.

Before the two of you have gone there he stares at your chest every so often, but once he’s seen you naked he can hardly keep his eyes off your tits. Like you have to say "my eyes are up here, Thomas" multiple times a day.

And when you’re in bed together he absolutely worships your breasts - kissing them, squeezing them, sucking on your nipples… like he’s insatiable.

(The only thing he loves more than playing with your boobs is eating your pussy, because it’s Thomas and we KNOW he’s a pussy eating king.)

[chiefdirector]

Reunion | Thomas Thorne | BBC Ghosts

no.23: Forced to watch (I took this quite liberally)

There was many quirks to being dead. There was the fact that you could walk through walls but could be seated on furniture. Or the fact that nobody with a pulse could see you but sometimes, if you were lucky, you were gifted with an extra ability. The one that plagued (Y/N) the most though was the face that she could not leave the grounds of which she died upon.

She had died in Button house, or as it was known then Higham House, when on a visit with her husband, she had suddenly take ill. He husband had gone to fetch for a doctor but by the time he had returned with help, she had already passed. Her first memory of being dead was watching her husband weep over her still warm body.

It had not taken long for the other spirited residents of the house to learn of their new peer. Mary and Kitty tried to console her, especially when (Y/N) saw Humphrey’s detached head. Robin simply observed her for a while. But even as she, rather quickly, made peace with her untimely demise, there was a feeling that she couldn’t shake.

The feeling grew stronger and stronger as the days passed, until eventually she found herself walking into the main parlour room of the house where she was greeted by a crowd observing an argument.

Instantly she recognised the voices. One belonging to her husband’s ghastly cousin, Francis Button. He was a vile man, and not one she could tolerate for very long. Despite the many times he had tried to worm his way into her life , she always dreaded his visits. The last she saw him was in the day she died, where he had offered her tea; being free of him was one of the few things she welcomed in death.

Stood across from him was her husband. Standing tall and proud, Thomas rebutted something Francis had said. (Y/N) wasn’t quite sure. But she didn’t mind. She had not seen Thomas since he had found her still body upstairs.

(Y/N) heard ringing in her ears as the minutes seemed to pass like seconds. She couldn’t make out what anyone was saying. Instead she just followed the crowds as they made their was outside.

She stood, frozen in place as Thomas and Francis stood opposite to one another. She wanted to turn away but her legs felt stuck. The speed of what happened was to fast to comprehend. One second they were back to back, ready to duel and then next had a bullet launched into Thomas’ side.

(Y/N) rushed down to his crumpled form, reaching a hand out to only have it go through her chest. She closed her eyes, trying to get the image of him bloody from her mind. “Oh Thomas, my love.” She cried out, despite having nobody to hear.

“My darling flower?”

(Y/N) whipped her head up to the voice. Beside the corpse of her husband stood his spirit. He looked shaken, understandably so. “Thomas.”

“You’re dead. You died… how are you here?” Thomas said, frantically looking around before his eyes made contact with the corpse on the ground. “Oh.”

“I can explain everything.”

“No need,” Thomas looked back at his wife with a melancholy smile. “I have you again, darling. The rest will come as it may.”

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[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Flattery- Thomas Thorne

Pairing: Thomas Thorne x Reader

Characters: Thomas Thorne

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Can I please request an imagine for Thomas Thorne (BBC Ghosts) where he writes a romantic poem for the reader as he declares his love for them, please? thank you so much!

Word Count: 418

Author: Charlotte

When Button House came into your possession, you never imagined that you would end up finding it already occupied with several ghosts and you certainly never imagined that one of them would fall for you. Once you got your head around the fact that many dead people lived in your home and they all came around on the idea that you would be inhabiting their forever home, you got along with them rather well.

Thomas made his presence known the most. He didn’t hold back on the fact that he was in love with you, and you feared that you felt something for him in return. He was charming and kind, he also doted on you unconditionally; in nearly every way he was perfect, and it would have been an honour to be in a relationship with him but there was one main issue- he was a ghost. Maybe one day if you were dead in the house, the two of you could have an eternity as ghosts but until then, you weren’t sure of the logistics

You tried not to think of the negatives though; Thomas made that easy. Even if he was on a different plain of existence, he made sure you felt his affection in anyway he could, often through his writing.

Over the last couple of days, you hadn’t seen him nearly as much as normal, but when he arrived with the news that he had written you a poem, it made more sense. He didn’t pause to ask if you wanted to hear the poetry, instead starting to eloquently flatter you, complimenting everything aspect of you in flowery language. As he rounded out the poem, his hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, trying to distract his mind from whatever you would have to say.

Your cheeks were warm and hands almost clammy from the onslaught of compliments.

“That was beautiful,” you smiled fondly. “I truly do not understand how you could see me in such a way, but I appreciate it greatly.”

“It is a great honour to have a muse as effervescent as you.”

“If I could hug you, I would,” you said. “I am flattered.”

You could see the joy in his face grow as he struggled to stand still on his spot.

“I would quite like a hug,” he grinned.

“Are you sure?” You said, cocking an eyebrow at him.

He nodded his head violently, until you leaned in to hug around the air in which he stood.

[the-fandomgremlin]

Pairing: Thomas Thorne x reader

Summary: Thomas tries to find a way to show the reader how much she means to him. But the both of them being a ghosts is making things complicated.

Note: This is a little birthday gift for @jamiewintons 😉. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Mari!

The two activity that Thomas did the most since he became a ghost was sighing at his sighing place and pacing in the attic. Pacing that was of course accompanied by sighing. And right now he was in the attic trying to find a solution to his new problem.

You and Thomas had recently started to date each other after a century of mutual pinning. You were the person that mattered the most to him, even helping him heal from what happened to him the day he died. And he wanted to show how much you meant to him.

But because the two of you were ghosts it was physically impossible for him to bring you to romantic outings. There was no going to balls, dinner parties, opera or seeing a play.

But that was not going to stop Thomas to invite you to what you called a "date". He just needed to find an idea.

Thomas sighed, pacing around was not helping at all. But maybe other people could help him.

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"Alison!" He called for as he entered the kitchen, startling Alison.

"JESUS CHRIST THOMAS!" Alison shouted, making Mike jump.

"I'm sorry to bother you fair Alison, but I have a service to ask you."

"Two second, Thomas." She said before going back to talking with Mike. "As I was saying, there's going to be shooting stars tonight."

"Thank you so much, Alison! I knew coming to you was the right idea!" Thomas told her as he ran in the opposite way.

"Ok..." Was the only thing Alison could say.

"What happened?" Mike asked.

"I have zero clue. Just Thomas being Thomas."

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Thomas entered your bedroom, a huge smile on his face.

"Y/N!" He called for you.

"Thomas... What do you want?" You sighed, not looking at you.

"Are you alright?"

"You have barely talked to me for a week Thomas. Every time I tried to be alone with you disappeared."

Hearing you tell him how he hurt you, Thomas's heart broke a little. He hadn't realised that because he had been obsessed with bringing you to a romantic outing, he had forgotten to spend time with you.

"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to avoid you." Thomas took a breath before continuing. "Will you make me the honour to go on a date with me?"

You turned around and stared at him, the surprise making you speechless.

"I'll understand if you say no. I hurt you and you can be mad at all you want me but please at least consider it."

"I would love to." You said, smiling at him and trying to reassure him.

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After the conversation you had with Thomas a burden on your shoulders was lifted. However, Thomas still hadn't told you what he planned for your date. Only to meet him tonight in the garden.

You couldn't wait to see whatever Thomas had planned. You had been feeling restless the entire rest of the day, not even being able to follow during Pat's club.

"Fair Y/N! Come here!" You heard Thomas calling you as soon as you entered the garden.

In the middle of the garden there was a couch, probably brought here by Mike and Alison. Thomas was standing right next to it, fidgeting.

"There's not much we can do as ghosts but I heard there was going to be shooting stars tonight." Thomas walked toward you, his hand grabbing yours. "I'm sorry again for how I treated you, dear. I wanted to show you how much you meant to me but I lost track of what was really important."

He walked you toward the couch and the two of you sat down on it, cuddling with each other.

"Thank you for all you did, Thomas. I love you so much."

"I love you too, dear." Thomas smiled. "Do you know what you are going to wish for?"

"Not telling you. It's a secret." You laughed.

You knew exactly what you were going to wish for. That you would spend the rest of your eternity feeling like this in Thomas's embrace.

[mermaid-trash]

If anyone would like to request some Thomas Thorne stuff from me, please do!! I can't guarantee I'll write anything quickly bc I start uni again on Monday and I can't guarantee what I write will be good but I do like thinking about Thomas Thorne a lot??

[imagine-a-dream]

hey! i only recently found your blog, but i love it already! thank you for creating amazing works! please could i suggest some thomas thorne 'how he would flirt' headcanons? i'm interested in seeing new possibilities that people can come up with!

Thank you so much for your kind words! Hope you like it ♥

Thomas Thorne flirting with you headcanons

📜 Thomas does not start to flirt in a modern (normal) way, ofc. And most of his flirting methods include Alison’s help. And money… And time, and… Let’s go back to Thomas.

📜 So he would start with a classic bouquet (and infuriated Alison with this request, because “...and you see, the type of flowers and their colour depends on the season and intentions of the...” Of course it has to be perfect, so the message is clear to you spoiler: it’s not).

📜 So one morning a small delicate bouquet of ruby tulips is waiting for you at your favorite place of the house.

📜 Escort cards. (And another reason for Alison to scream in fury, because ofc who would do it if not her) Small pieces with various funny and flirty suggestions (very beautifully made may I say) are scattered all over the house. It's more of an Alison's work, of course, but the words and the art are all his ideas. And he's very proud of it.

📜 He would fold his handkerchief in front of you and smile, looking right in your eyes while tugging it inside of his chest pocket. After that he would go to his favorite window and wait for you (poor thing waited for a couple of hours). After you did not show up he’s sure you don’t want to talk to him, so he will mourn in the feeling of rejection and would dramatically sigh at the window.

📜 Letters! If you don't understand the subtle love language, this is the best way to show you his intentions. After all he has wuite a way with words!

📜 Dances. It may seem wierd to you (and everyone else honestly), his moves are nothing like nowadays idea of dance, but he's pouring all his soul into it.

📜 Finally, serenades. He may not have the best singing voice, but that doesn't bother him, since his passion for you is so strong, he can't stay silent. He will sing all kind of songs, from the oldest ones to the newest, he doesn't care for the tune or the rhymes, the main theme is love.

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The language of flowers

Escort cards

Handkerchiefs and flirting language

[multifandomfix]

Imagine falling in love with Thomas Thorne, but knowing you can’t be together.

You’d spent enough time in Button House to know most of the ghosts pretty well. You were even acquainted with the plague ghosts in the basement. But no one stood out quite like Thomas Thorne. He’d regaled you with poetry, listened intently to whatever sort of stories you told him from your own life, and the two of you had grown close.

He’d made his intentions very clear. He found you to be attractive, both in personality and looks, and you considered much the same about him.

There was only one thing keeping you apart. You were still alive. You could see him, talk to him, but you could never touch. You’d miss that vital part of a relationship with him and it pained you both. There was always promises of someday, but you would age, and perhaps there was a chance that he would no longer think you beautiful. Whatever time you had with him, you knew you both would treasure. People came and went from each other's lives all the time, but that doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy the company while they have it.

For anon

[jamiewintons]

Last Resort (Thomas Thorne/F!Reader)

Summary: You and Thomas have been friends since you were very young, yet he never seems to notice how you feel about him. One day when you watch him attempt to woo an actually interested lady, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Alive!AU. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Idiots in Love. Jealous/Possessive!Reader. Regency Era. Premarital Sex Acts. Loss of Virginity (for both Thomas and reader). Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Unprotected Sex. Marriage Proposals.

A/N: Another fic for my request event! The prompts from @missielynne were “Thomas Thorne + Jealous/Possessive Sex + Secret Crush”. Once again I can’t actually stick to the prompts properly - things start out fueled by jealousy but they don’t stay that way, haha…

It’s been quite a while since I’ve written anything for Thomas, so I hope everyone enjoys this!

Word Count: 3311

Thomas Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @veeraine, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @iwillstealyourtoes-wattpad, @memelous-mrs-maisel, @agir1ukn0w, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @jamiewintonmybeloved, @alinearecta, @notwhateveriwasbefore, @multisexyhoez20, @clydethesnake

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Your family and the Thorne family had been close since before you were born, owing to the long friendship between your mother and Mrs. Thorne (née Button). You had been particularly close to Mrs. Thorne’s youngest child and only son, Thomas, since you were both children, and had stayed that way into young adulthood.

This close friendship was beginning to become a problem, however.

It must have been in your teenage years when you realised you had started to harbour romantic feelings for Thomas. Thomas, who fell head over heels for every beautiful woman that came his way, but never for you. Did he see you as like one of his sisters? Or perhaps, due to how long you’d known each other, he hardly even recognised you as a woman and simply as a friend? You desperately wished to tell him how you felt, but it was all so difficult. You didn’t wish to ruin the longest lasting friendship you’d had if Thomas didn’t feel anything for you.

But watching him fawn over other women hurt your heart. You’d lost count of how many times he’d confided in you about his deep, loving feelings for a woman who he’d spoken to once. How many times you’d had to listen to the poetry he had composed for them and give him your feedback on it, when all you wanted was for those words to be for you?

But still, you waited, watched, hoping that somehow Thomas would come to the sudden realisation that you love him, leading him to discover that he’d loved you in return all along without realising. Any of the suitable men that your father arranged for you to meet were of no interest to you, because all you could think about was the silly, romantic poet who had stolen your heart without even knowing it.

Your fortunes started to change when you were at a little get together being held by your parents at your family home. Thomas, of course, was also in attendance. You were sticking close to his side, trying not to look utterly bitter as he attempted to woo a young woman who was also attending the event. You couldn’t quite recall her name, but you were sure you’d seen her around before. She was certainly quite pretty; you could see why she had caught Thomas’ eye.

Everything was going normally, until you noticed something quite peculiar. Unlike every other woman you’d seen Thomas attempt to flirt with before, this lady was actually responding positively. She wasn’t trying to brush him off, she actually liked him.

You felt your heart wrench. She was interested in Thomas. Thomas was interested in her. If things went well between them, a proposal might be made. They would marry without you ever getting your chance to let Thomas know how much you adored him. It was a terrifying thing to imagine the only man you’d ever loved marrying another woman. You abhorred the very thought of it, and right away you knew you had to stop it.

When the woman excused herself for a minute, you saw your chance to strike. Grabbing Thomas by the wrist, you began to drag him out of the main room and into the hallway. Everyone had been so busy chatting amongst themselves that none of them noticed either of you leaving. All the way down the hall, Thomas was questioning you and your motives, his voice somewhat high pitched with shock and confusion.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Where are we going?” he asked you, but you didn’t answer him. Words were not enough, this could only be sorted out with actions. Once you reached your bedroom door, you opened it, pushing Thomas inside and then slipping in after him. You quickly locked it with the latch and then turned back to your utterly baffled friend.

Thomas had no time to question you any longer, because almost immediately after the door was locked your lips were on his. You tangled your fingers in his beautiful soft curls, which you had dreamed of touching ever since your teenage years. You kept kissing him for a few moments, until you realised that he wasn’t reciprocating, and your heart sank. Pulling away, you looked at Thomas, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open in bafflement.

This was it. You’d ruined everything. Thomas was just about to tell you that he saw you as a friend, a sister, that he couldn’t be kissing you like this. Or even worse, due to your little outburst, he might feel like the two of you could no longer be friends at all. Of course, the news would quickly spread to your parents when they realised that you and your former best friend were acting awkward around each other, and then—

To your complete and utter shock, Thomas cut off your thoughts by lunging forward, cupping your face in his hands and crashing his lips against yours.

Like Thomas had earlier, you found yourself unable to reciprocate, at least at first. Once you realised exactly what was happening, you were kissing Thomas back with more passion than you’d ever felt in your life. You’d never kissed anyone like this before, then again you’d never kissed anyone before period. As such it was quite clumsy, as Thomas’ tongue found entrance into your mouth, but still it was perfect. You wouldn’t have wanted this with any other man but him.

Your hands travelled down Thomas’ back as the kiss deepened even further, eventually settling on his backside and pushing him against you, feeling something hardening in his breeches even through the fabric of your clothing. You smiled into the kiss, though your knowledge of what went on between a man and a woman behind closed doors wasn’t very extensive, you certainly knew this was a good sign.

A rush of molten arousal flowed through your body at the feeling of Thomas’ erection pressed against you. Your arousal urged you to take things further, to sate your curiosity and the warm tingling in your lower stomach. You don’t feel entirely in control of your actions when one hand leaves Thomas’ backside in favour of slipping between your bodies, gently beginning to stroke his cock through the fabric.

Thomas lets out a shuddering moan at the feeling of you touching his clothed length. Involuntarily, his hips bucked into your hand, craving more of what you could give him. And you did your best to deliver, with gradually faster strokes that had Thomas burying his face into your neck to muffle the sinful moans that he couldn’t stop from slipping past his lips.

“Not yet,” Thomas said, strained, using all of his willpower to pull himself away from you. For a horrifying split second, you thought that Thomas would leave you here, so aroused and without any relief, but those fears were soon alleviated when he began to slowly move you towards your bed. He kissed your lips hungrily again and again, like he just couldn’t get enough of you. “Forgive me for being such a fool. I can’t believe I never realised how you felt about me. Or how I felt about you.”

“You mustn’t apologise, Thomas,” you said, as the two of you hastily began to unlace and remove each other's clothing. Getting Thomas naked was quite easy, compared to removing all of the many layers of your own garments. Both of your clothes are discarded carelessly in a crumpled heap on the floor. “We both know now, that’s all that matters.”

Once you’re bare, Thomas is completely unable to keep his eyes from roaming up and down your body appreciatively. He’d not seen a naked woman in person before - only in paintings and represented in sculpture - but you were far more beautiful to his eyes than any work of art that could be created. His already prominent erection twitched, as he found his mind overwhelmed with thoughts of what he wanted to do to you; to cover your body in kisses, to pleasure you until the only word you could remember was his name, to make love to you endlessly and bring you to the pinnacle of bliss.

Neither of you were quite sure about how or when you ended up on the bed, but it didn’t seem to matter once you were laying on your back against the pillows, gasping as Thomas’ lips and hands trailed down your body and left goosebumps in their wake. Curiously, he groped at your breasts, relishing in how soft they felt in his hands. Then, he decided to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking until it was hardened into a peak. He did the same to the other, making you whine, before he moved on.

Thomas’ kisses continued downwards until he found himself between your spread thighs, face to face with your glistening wetness. He felt an overwhelming urge to taste you on his tongue; though he had no experience with the act himself, Thomas had heard gossip of men driving women wild with arousal by using their tongues to pleasure them. He felt rather ashamed that he had occasionally touched himself to his recollections of those stories he had been told, to imagining a woman whining and writhing beneath him as he licked her sex until she was screaming. Thomas had ached to try it, so he wasn’t going to miss his chance.

Both of you moaned in unison when Thomas buried his face into your cunt, immediately delving his tongue inside of you to taste you from the source. His fingers dug into your thighs as he withdrew from your entrance and began to lick long stripes up the length of your pussy, noticing you seemed to react more when his tongue touched a little nub near the top.

As such, he began to focus all of his attention there. Thomas alternated between licking and sucking, simply following whatever seemed to make you cry out and tug at his hair the most, and he moaned when you did it, which also seemed to enhance your pleasure. You were babbling above him, and Thomas could feel you bucking your hips slightly in time with his ministrations.

“My God, Thomas, I…” You’d never felt like this in your life. You had touched yourself previously, hidden under your blankets in the dead of night, but it had never been like this. It had felt good, but right now you couldn’t even find the words to describe how you were feeling. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to spread your legs wider or clamp them around Thomas' head so his wonderful, glorious mouth would never stop pleasuring you. “Please don’t stop. Please. Thomas!”

And Thomas didn’t stop. He kept lapping at you until all of the tension in your lower stomach finally snapped, and the most incredible feeling of euphoria overtook your entire being. Thankfully you had the sense to take one of your pillows in your hands and press it over your face, to keep you from screaming so loud that everyone in the house heard you. You were practically sobbing, all thoughts gone from your mind other than those pertaining to Thomas and how he was making you feel. He continued until your body went limp, your legs falling down onto the bed in exhaustion.

You opened your eyes as Thomas rose up from between your legs, his lips and chin glistening with your wetness. You beckoned him up to you and as soon as he was within range, you kissed him fiercely, tasting yourself on him and moaning at the thought of the intimate act he’d just performed on you. Once you’d indulged yourself, you pulled back, staring deeply into Thomas’ eyes. “I want you to make love to me, Thomas.”

“W-we can’t, we’re not husband and wife,” Thomas protested, though he made no effort to move himself away from you, and you could feel his cock twitching against your leg at the thought of being inside of you. “It wouldn’t be right, think of your reputation…”

You lift a hand up to tenderly stroke your thumb against his cheekbone. “Thomas, I’ve loved you ever since I was a teenager. I want to marry you, and I think it’s only fair that since you’ve made such a mess of me, you should take responsibility and make me your wife.” You smiled, leaning up to gently peck him on the lips. 

“Oh, my dear. I’ve had these feelings for you deep inside me for so long, secret to everyone including myself until today. But now I know they have always been there. Of course I will marry you.” Thomas’ own hand came to stroke against your cheek, smiling and you with such adoration that you never could have hoped to see from him. That promise seemed to be the only convincing that Thomas needed, and after wrapping your legs around his waist, he slowly began to push his cock inside of you.

It was quite the stretch, you felt some stinging which led you to dig your fingernails into Thomas’ shoulder. He sheathed himself inside of you very steadily, both for your sake and his - you needed time to adjust, and he was sure he would meet his end too soon if he sped up even a bit. Once he was fully inside of you his face was pressed into your neck again as he whispered sweet praises against your skin.

“My darling, you feel heavenly,” he groaned breathlessly, kissing gently at your throat between each word. “I cannot wait until we’re married, and I can make love to you every morning and night. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you replied, feeling Thomas’ breath hitch at your words. You tightened your legs around him, hoping to give him a signal that you were ready. “Please move, I can’t take it anymore.”

Thomas gave a short nod, and then did as you bid him, starting to rock his hips against yours, making you shudder. It felt so incredible to have him inside of you, to have his body pressed completely against yours. To know that he was yours, and you were his.

Your mouths connected again and you explored each other’s mouths lazily as Thomas gently took you, your hands grabbing at his shoulders. The moans you let out were muffled by his mouth, and you did the same for him. Thomas’ hand stroked up one of your thighs, hitching it up higher on his hip which allowed him to reach deeper inside of you.

“I need to go faster, dear, may I?” Thomas asked, remarkably politely for someone in his current situation. You nodded vigorously, looking into his eyes almost as if you were begging him to do so. With your approval, he began thrusting into you more rapidly, making both of your moans come out louder. Even in your compromised state you knew that wasn’t acceptable - you needed to be quiet, regardless of how good you felt- and grabbed Thomas’ cheeks to pull him down into a passionate kiss, allowing you both to swallow the other’s moans.

Thomas’ hands were gripping your hips, squeezing them like he’d die if he stopped. Though he was attempting to keep up with your kisses, his repeated whispers of your name and “oh God” were making his task difficult. You didn’t know that much about your current activities, but judging by how Thomas’ rhythm was faltering and the way his cock was twitching inside of you, you were sure something was about to happen.

“M-my darling, I’m sorry… i-it’s too much…” Thomas stammered, before hastily pulling out of you. You didn’t even have time to question his actions before you felt him spill onto your stomach, panting and struggling to keep himself upright. But he was determined, and unwilling to leave you without a second high. His hand once again moved between your legs, his thumb rubbing against that place which had brought you so much pleasure before. With how sensitive you were, it took you all of a few moments to climax again, shuddering and gasping until you were completely spent.

Thomas collapsed onto the bed beside you, utterly exhausted. After taking a few moments to catch your breath, your eyes fell to your stomach, where he had spilt himself on you. Looking over to Thomas, you then swept one finger through it, before bringing it to your mouth and slowly sucking it off. You heard him take a sharp inhale at this action, his cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red.

“Dear, you can’t do things like that. I cannot take it, I won’t be able to keep myself from wanting to take you again.” Thomas’ voice was deeper than usual, and you found you really enjoyed the way it sounded. 

“Would that be so bad?” you asked him, smiling devilishly, and he leaned over to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. When he pulled away, you could see the barely contained lust still in his eyes, and it made another wave of heat flow through you.

“We shouldn’t, my love. At least not until we’re man and wife.” As much as it pained you to wait so long to have him again, Thomas was completely correct. If you happened to get caught in the throes of passion, or God forbid, you ended up pregnant out of wedlock, it would probably ruin your life. So you would have to wait, but it would be so wonderful once you could be together again.

“So you really do want to marry me, then? You weren’t just saying that to get me into bed?”

“Of course not, what do you take me for?” Thomas gasped, absolutely scandalised, and you could hardly keep yourself from laughing at the expression on his face. “I meant what I said when I—”

“Only playing, Thomas,” you soothed, stopping another famous Thomas Thorne rant in its tracks. You moved over a little closer to him so you were able to rest against his shoulder, smiling yet again when he turned his head to pepper more kisses on your face.

You stayed like this for a while, almost having forgotten about everything outside of the room, including the get together that was currently happening just down the hall. As such, it was quite the shock when you heard a voice calling your name outside of your bedroom door, and you sat up abruptly, your heart nearly stopping. After the initial surprise, you recognised it as the voice of your father. He attempted to open the door, but finding it locked, he ceased trying after a few moments. “Y/N, are you in there?” he asked, and though you knew he couldn’t see you, you felt the need to cover yourself up.

“Yes, Father!” you responded obediently. “I’m sorry I rushed away… I was starting to feel a little bit lightheaded, so I decided to take a short lie down.”

“Do you need for me to call the doctor?” You could hear a tone of concern in his voice, and it made you smile.

“No, please don’t worry! I’m feeling much better now. Please give me a few moments, and I will be right back.” You stood up as quietly as you could, and began to pick up your clothing, wanting to get a head start on redressing.

“Of course.” You could hear his footsteps going back down the hallway, but he quickly returned a few moments later. “Now that I think of it, have you seen Thomas anywhere? He seemed to disappear around the same time that you did.”

You paused in your redressing to turn to Thomas, who had started to get dressed himself, having to stifle a quiet giggle. “No, I have absolutely no idea as to where he might be.”

[jamiewintons]

Thomas helping you through a depressive episode would include...

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● Thomas can tell immediately when you're having an episode. Though he can be rather inconsiderate of other people's feelings, you're his top priority and he always makes sure to know what's going on with you.

● He would slowly approach and sit down beside you, before speaking to you in a gentle voice. "Are you feeling alright, my love?"

● Thomas wouldn't touch you at this point, keeping himself at a respectable distance. He knows that sometimes when you're feeling like this, you prefer to be left alone, but he will always check what you need.

● When you shake your head to indicate that you're not feeling alright, Thomas would ask you if you wanted to talk about it. If you wanted to talk, Thomas would sit with you for as long as it took for you to get everything off your chest, shunning all other distractions.

● If all you needed was for him to hold you, he would certainly be more than willing to do that. He'd wrap you up in his arms, allowing you to lay your head against his chest, and whisper sweet nothings to you; telling you how much he adores you and how precious you are to him.

● Knowing how loved you are is soothing to your mood, and you can feel the emptiness inside you slowly being replaced with warmth thanks to Thomas' presence.

● Thomas makes sure to remind you that no matter how you're feeling, he will always love you, and he will always be around to care for you.

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[jamiewintons]

Thomas thorne and either “here let me hold you you look cold” or “I’m not staring at you im admiring you” from the fluff prompt list. Please and thank you! :)

From this prompt list.

Warnings: Discussions of pregnancy/childbirth. Otherwise, just cuteness.

You were exhausted, laying on your bed as you stared down at the little bundle in your arms. Your husband, Thomas, was seated in a chair just beside you, pulled as close to the bed as possible. Part of you wished to rest, but at the same time, you wanted to stay awake with your perfect little family.

The tiny baby looked up at you with wide eyes, so similar to those of her father. Together the two of you had decided to name your newborn daughter Rose, after Thomas' beloved mother. You knew Mrs. Thorne would be overjoyed to hear the news that her granddaughter had been named in her honour.

For a moment, you tore your eyes away from the child, looking over to Thomas, who was regarding you with the sweetest, fondest smile you had ever seen. "You're staring again, dearest," you said, finding it impossible to resist returning his smile.

"I'm not staring at you, I'm admiring you," Thomas corrected. You could see the tears welling in his eyes, and the remnants of those that had already fallen, during your hours of childbirth when he had been tragically kept away from your side. "Both of you. My beautiful wife and my darling daughter."

"Would you like to hold her again?" Thomas smiled wider and he nodded, carefully taking the infant from your arms and cradling her. As he looked at Rose, his heart swelled with a joy that was only matched by how he had felt on your wedding day.

"One day, my darling, I shall write a poem about how happy I am in this very moment," he told her, holding her close to his chest. "Now, I... I think I am too overwhelmed to find the words. But I will, and I shall read it to you, so you know how much your father loves you."

As you watched your husband, continuing to talk to your daughter as if she could respond, you felt as if you had fallen in love with him all over again. You knew that you wouldn't want any of this with anyone else.

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[jamiewintons]

Thomas Thorne Smut Alphabet

The first in a series of smut alphabets that I'll be writing for the Baynton Boys. Let me know which boy you'd like to see next!

18+ ONLY! Ghost!Reader. F!Reader. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Thomas is intensely affectionate after sex, he'll want to cuddle and kiss you, and won't stop telling you how much he loves you.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your lips. He loves nothing more than to kiss you while you make love.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Thomas has the urge to mark you up, and will often try to give you hickeys. Unfortunately, due to you both being ghosts, they quickly fade away.

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

Thomas is quite submissive at the beginning of your sexual relationship, due to a lack of experience. But once he's a bit more confident, he's more willing to be dominant, but in the softest possible way.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Thomas is not experienced whatsoever, as he was a virgin when he died. Don't worry though, because he wants nothing more than to please you, and so he is always watching and taking note of how you react to everything he does. Though he's a bit clumsy in the beginning, after some practice Thomas becomes incredibly skilled at pleasing you.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Make love, definitely. To Thomas, sex is most importantly a way for the two of you to physically express your love for one another.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Thomas takes things so seriously that it circles back to being goofy. Sometimes you have to stop yourself from giggling when he starts reciting poetry while he's inside you.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nothing gets Thomas going more than hearing you read poetry (not anything by Byron, of course). If you've memorised some of his own poetry and read it back to him, he'll want to have you then and there.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

Thomas will go all out to woo you with sweet words and touches, making his intentions well known. But if you decide you want to tease him and pretend you don't know what he's trying to do, he'll get a bit more desperate, and you may even be able to get him to beg.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Thomas did touch himself before you got together (much to his own embarrassment), but once you have sex for the first time, he stops doing it. It could never feel as good as being with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Thomas has a major praise kink. Nothing turns him on more than you telling him that he's doing a good job at pleasing you or that you love him during sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the bed that you share, most of the time. However, sometimes when you can get some private time, he likes to take you down to the lake.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Thomas is the king of foreplay. He's gentle with his kisses and touches, wanting to make you feel beautiful and loved. To get Thomas in the mood, all you really need to do is gently place your hand on his thigh and slowly move it upwards.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't do anything to cause you pain, or say anything degrading to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Thomas loves giving you oral, and because he loves doing it so much, he gets very good at it. If you let him, he'd probably stay down there for hours. He never asks for you to reciprocate, but if you choose to, he'll feel incredibly lucky. But all in all, he prefers pleasing you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual is definitely more Thomas' style. He finds it to be much more romantic that way.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Thomas much prefers to take his time, to worship you in the way he believes you deserve, but if you want a quickie, he's more than happy to oblige.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Thomas is willing to experiment to a point, but he doesn't want to do anything too out there. He'd rather know that the both of you are going to be happy and comfortable as you make love.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Since you're his first, Thomas doesn't have great stamina in the beginning, but if he finishes too quickly, he's more than happy to make up for it with his mouth or fingers. His stamina definitely improves with practice.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Not at all. In Thomas' eyes, sex is all about love, and he doesn't want to have sex with someone that he's not deeply in love with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As he gets more confident in his skills, Thomas becomes more likely to tease you, but he will always give you what you need in the end, and it will be wonderful.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Thomas is loud, and very bad at keeping himself quiet. The whimpers and whines that escape him are so cute. He also has a habit of talking a lot during sex, and his words begin to make less and less sense the closer he gets to his end.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

Due to the high importance that Thomas places on sex in his mind, he sees it as something very special and will want to wait a while before the two of you explore it together. It's definitely something that he thinks about a lot though, and if you make it known to him that you are ready for it first, things might move a little quicker.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's very thin, and as we know, he has a fatal gunshot wound in his abdomen. He's very insecure about his wound, and would probably prefer for you to ignore it.

When it comes to dick size, Thomas is above average, though due to his lack of experience in life, he has no idea how impressive he is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Relatively high. Thomas would be down to have sex with you at least once a day if you're willing.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Thomas likes to stay up and talk to you for a while before you both drift off together.

[jamiewintons]

Married Bliss (Thomas Thorne/F!Reader)

Summary: Before your wedding, you had been warned of the difficulties of marriage. What a struggle it was, how it took a toll on your heart and mind. But, being married to Thomas, you have no idea what they're talking about.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Alive!AU. Riding. Oral Sex (F!Receiving). Fluffy Smut.

A/N: Dedicated to everyone over at the Baynton Babes Discord server!! This is my first like... proper smut fic, so I hope it's enjoyable for you. Also, special thank you to @demontoucansam for being my beta reader/encouragement in writing this fic!!

Word Count: 2606

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Before your wedding, you had been warned of the difficulties of marriage. What a struggle it was, how it took a toll on your heart and mind. You had to say, that so far, you had no idea what all of those people were complaining about.

Your marriage had been nothing but a dream. Getting to spend every moment with your beloved husband had made these days the happiest of your whole life. Waking up beside him every morning filled your heart with a joy that you never thought possible. You had only been married for a month but you were sure that nothing in the world could ruin this.

Your eyes began to open to the sight of sunlight streaming through your bedroom window. Smiling to yourself, you reached behind you, expecting to feel Thomas there; however, you felt nothing but empty sheets. Despite your tiredness, you shot up in bed, wondering where on earth your husband could have got to.

Thankfully, he was easily found. You quickly spotted Thomas sitting in the armchair by the window. He was already partially dressed, though without his waistcoat. Your heart fluttered somewhat at the sight of him, with his dark curls still in a state of disarray from both sleep and the activities of the previous night.

“I apologise, my dear. I was feeling quite restless and I did not wish to disturb you,” he said, giving you that smile that never failed to make your heart melt, ever since the first time you saw it. You felt a desire to be closer to him, so you threw the bedding off yourself and walked over towards him, before placing yourself onto his lap.

“I missed you,” you admitted, giggling quietly when Thomas immediately wrapped his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck. “I thought you might have run away from me.”

You were smirking as you said it, but Thomas seemed genuinely aghast, and his kisses ceased. He put a hand against your cheek, and you turned slightly to be able to look into his eyes. “I-I would never! Never would I be able to find—”

“Sweetheart, it was a joke. I know you adore me.” You gave Thomas a quick peck on the lips and he sighed in relief, you felt his posture relax. “You never miss a chance to show me, and I am the luckiest woman in the world.”

“And I, the luckiest man in the world,” Thomas told you, and looked at you with such pure adoration that you couldn’t stop yourself from crashing your lips against his. Your husband’s little squeak of surprise into your mouth spurred you on, and quickly you had turned yourself around so you were facing him. You pushed his back against the chair as you straddled his hips, having to hike your nightgown up a little to do so comfortably. As soon as you were in position, your lips were back on his again, kissing him with just as much fervour as you had your first night together. Your hands gripped his soft curls — not enough to hurt but enough to keep him firmly against you — while his own held your face. 

The two of you stayed like this for a while, content to enjoy this moment, until you felt something beginning to stir beneath you. You broke away from Thomas’ lips and pulled back to look at him properly. What you saw made your heart ache with want; his cheeks were flushed and his pupils were blown wide with desire as he looked at you like he wanted nothing in the world but you. You could only imagine that you looked quite similar.

One hand left his hair to trail down his chest, and you lifted yourself up slightly so you could place it against the front of his breeches, already straining with evidence of his arousal. You didn’t move your hand or apply any pressure, but still, Thomas let out a soft gasp.

“Oh dear!” you said in fake shock, giving him a coy smile. One finger gently trailed against the bulge in his breeches, and Thomas shuddered. “We can’t have you walking around like this , can we, darling? I suppose we’ll need to do something to fix it…”

Thomas looked up at you, his eyes even wider than before, as if he were shocked by what you were suggesting. But that emotion disappeared as soon as you began to lift your nightgown, teasingly slow, and he took the task into his own hands, removing the garment himself. He was as careful as he could be but also clearly in a rush, and he threw it aside to the floor once it was lifted over your head.

Now that you were bare before him, Thomas was staring at you again in complete awe, as if it were the first time he was seeing this. You smiled at him, leaning down to press a lingering kiss against his cheek, and this seemed to snap Thomas out of his daze, as after that his hands and lips were all over you.

His hungry hands roamed up and down your thighs, as his lips were busy leaving kisses all over your neck and collarbone. In his eagerness, you were sure he’d end up leaving a few marks, but you actually found the idea quite exciting. The slow and worshipful pace of his hands against your bare skin made you feel as if he were trying to memorise every single inch of you, as if this were the very last time he would ever be able to touch you and he wanted to remember it forever.

Soon his hands came to your hips and pulled you down closer to him, so you were able to feel his still clothed cock against your core. You let out a sigh of pleasure as Thomas’ mouth then came to your breasts, pressing kisses all over one before taking the hardening nipple between his lips, softly suckling and making a bolt of arousal shoot through your whole body. Instinctively, you ground your hips downwards, and Thomas groaned, his hands gripping onto the soft flesh of your backside just a little tighter.

“My love, you are the most beautiful creature that God ever created,” he informed you breathlessly, between even more kisses, pressed against any part of you that he was able to reach. As he did this, one hand travelled between your thighs to find your warmth, and he groaned once again as he felt you slick beneath his fingers. “You are utterly perfect. I will never know how I was ever so lucky to find you and make you my wife, my sweet, darling angel.”

Thomas’ fingers began slowly moving against your clit, eliciting tiny, gasping moans from your lips. You began to squirm against him; the feeling of his hands and lips touching you all over was making you feel quite overwhelmed and a little lightheaded, already finding yourself struggling to form words. Thomas, on the other hand, was still speaking, though you couldn’t make out what he was saying.

“Thomas, wait,” you said abruptly, with quite a deal of effort. Thomas paused immediately, and though you were the one who asked for things to stop, you found it quite difficult to not continue moving your hips and grind yourself against his fingers. Your husband looked up at you, quizzically, and your hands grabbed at the front of his shirt. “I want you.”

Your words were vague, but the low tone in your voice spoke volumes. Thomas nodded vigorously, and within a couple of seconds his shirt was gone, tossed away and forgotten. Regrettably, you had to stand up so his breeches and stockings could be removed as well, but your disappointment was short-lived, because as soon as he was fully naked you were pulled straight back onto his lap.

You were already beginning to grow impatient, so you ground your hips down again. Now, without pesky clothing in the way, the pleasure was so much more intense, tearing moans from deep inside both of you. You didn’t want to wait any longer. You needed him.

Placing your hands on Thomas’ shoulders to steady yourself, you lifted your hips, allowing him to slowly and carefully guide himself to your entrance. You let out a gasp that turned into a long moan as Thomas began to press inside you. If you’d been able to keep your eyes open, you’d have seen him staring up at you in reverent awe, as if you were Aphrodite herself. It was a struggle to not shut his eyes, but it was worth it, to be able to see your face marked by such pleasure, because of him. 

Once you were all the way down, Thomas leaned forward, pressing his face against your chest, as you both allowed yourselves time to adjust. You had done this countless times over the last month, but still, it managed to be a surprise quite how amazing it felt. Not just how it felt to have him inside of you, but how it felt to be this close; closer than you’d ever been to another person, closer than you’ll ever be to anyone but each other.

You stroked Thomas’ hair gently as you waited, only for a few moments because you were aching to move, and you could tell that he was as well. Slowly, you began to rock your hips, and you heard Thomas take a sharp inhale.

At first, you were keeping an easy, steady pace, your hands returning to Thomas’ shoulders, but the sound of his sweet little sounds — along with your own desire — had you soon speeding up. If you had been able to form coherent thoughts at the time, you would have been thinking about how you had been told that the ‘duties’ of a wife were something to be endured, not to be enjoyed. Oh, how you pitied any woman who subscribed to that way of thinking, because surely, she and her husband must not love each other as you and Thomas do. 

“My dove—” The sound of Thomas’ strained voice brought you back to reality. Opening your eyes, you looked down to see him once again staring up at you, his eyes swimming with adoration. “You… you are my everything, my whole reason for being. Every time we make love I am convinced that I have died and ascended to heaven.”

If not for his arms wrapping around you tighter and tighter, Thomas’ romantic babbling would have been what tipped you off to the fact that he was close. While he always loved to shower you in sweet words, he always did it even more so in moments like this. You wished that you were quite as poetic as he, so you would be able to properly respond to his beautiful words. Even if you were, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find the correct words to explain how you felt anyway. You didn’t know how Thomas managed it, but you hoped that you could convey everything with a simple, whispered “I love you”.

Your breathing began to quicken as you felt yourself getting closer to your own peak. Holding Thomas closer to your chest, you were sure that you were just about to tumble over the edge, when suddenly he groaned and you felt warmth flood within you.

Honestly, you weren’t too surprised; you had noticed that Thomas tended to not last as long when you made love in the mornings, compared to during the evening or the middle of the day. His head had fallen back slightly, and it was now resting against the back of the chair. You gave him a few moments to catch his breath, still petting his hair, until suddenly, his eyes shot back open and he sat up as straight as he possible could.

“My… my dear, I am sorry! You didn’t–” Thomas stared at you in wide-eyed horror, but you were quick to interrupt him before he got too dramatic.

“Thomas, it’s alright,” you told him, placing a gentle hand against his cheek. Thomas, however, did not look convinced.

“No, Y/N, it is entirely unfair for me to allow you to remain unsatisfied. Please.” His plea was firm, and you knew he would not be happy until you were finished as well. So you smiled and nodded, lifting yourself up off of Thomas’ lap to stand on your somewhat wobbly legs. With a bit of effort, you change your positions, so that you are sitting down on the edge of the chair, with Thomas kneeling down before you.

Carefully, he lifted one of your legs so it was resting on the arm of the chair, and the other on his shoulder. He looked up at you with adoration before lowering his head and bringing his mouth towards your swollen clit. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue darted out to lick you, tracing around your clit before moving to touch the bundle of nerves itself.

You moaned breathily, louder than you expected, still feeling incredibly sensitive from earlier. Knowing that you were pleased, Thomas moaned in response, taking your clit between his lips and sucking gently. He continued to alternate between the two actions, following whichever got the most reaction from you.

As you ran your fingers through Thomas’ hair, you couldn’t help but wonder – and not for the first time – if he got some satisfaction of his own from this act. Neither of you had even known of it before, if not for one of your married friends who gave you some well-placed advice that you then passed on to Thomas on your wedding night. You would even say that it had become one of Thomas’ favourite pastimes, maybe even more so than his poems. He was always more than enthusiastic to do it, even if he didn’t get anything in return.

And due to his enthusiasm, he had become remarkably well-practiced in the last month, meaning that it didn’t take very long for you to reach your end. You gasped and grabbed at Thomas’ hair as the ecstasy washed over you, continuous moans of his name falling from your lips as he continued to lap at you. So eager was he that he even kept going once you started to get too oversensitive, and you had to give a gentle little tug to his hair to get him to stop.

You leaned back against the chair, panting heavily and struggling to catch your breath. Thomas slowly and delicately moved your legs so that both of your feet were back on the floor. He rested his head against your bare thigh as you recovered, tracing soothing patterns on the calf of the opposite leg with his fingers.

“I love you, Thomas,” you told him. Your eyes were still closed so you didn’t see him look up at you, but you felt the soft kisses that he pressed against your thigh. Blindly, you brought your hand down to pet at his hair again.

“And I love you too, my angel. More than life itself.” You smiled tiredly and for a while – you weren’t quite sure how long – both of you were content to stay there like that, until Thomas spoke up once again. “Darling, I think that now would be the perfect time for a bath. Perhaps… you would care to join me?”

Your eyes opened at that, to see a somewhat mischievous glint in Thomas’ own eyes. It seemed that today’s fun would not be over so quickly.

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❛  you don’t have to go through this alone.  ❜ for thomas (or jamie if you’d prefer)

Relationship: Thomas Thorne x reader

Warning: Death-day (for Thomas), dead reader

Summary: You become a ghost not long ago and had spend most of your time with Thomas. But today you can't find him.

You had died in Button House less than a year ago and since then, not wanting to be alone, you had tried to stay as much as you could on the other ghosts' side. Especially Thomas. You had passed a lot of time together, talking together and Thomas helping you with being recently dead. But right now, you couldn't find him anywhere.

The thought that Thomas might have gone away, or "getting sucked off" as some of the others say, was constantly in the back of your mind.

You had just checked in the library, Thomas's favourite place, for the third time when you saw Pat passing by.

"Pat!" You called for the other ghost. "Have you seen Thomas? I have been searching for him the entire day."

"It's his death day." Pat sighed. "He's probably hiding somewhere."

That would explain why he was avoiding the other ghosts more and spoke less than usual.

"Thank you, Pat."

The first ghost you saw going through their deathday was the Captain. He paced around the house the entire day, not talking or looking at anyone.

And this was Thomas's death day there was only one place where he could be: the lake. Usually, he would go in there when he wanted the others to notice him. Or when he was overwhelmed, but you were the only person to have noticed that.

"Thomas? Are you here?" You called when you arrived at the lake. You sighed when you didn't hear any answer. You got the wrong idea, again.

"I'm here." You heard as you started to leave. You turned around and saw Thomas's head which was now slightly out of the water.

"Are you okay? I've heard it was your…" You stopped mid-sentence not knowing how to phrase it in order not worsen Thomas's state. "Death-day."

"You can go back to the house. It's stupid."

"It's not." You reach your arm toward him to help him get out of the lake.

"It happened over 200 hundred ago. And I'm making a fool of myself."

"I can promise that you aren't making a fool of yourself. In my opinion, you are having a pretty normal reaction to dying and being stuck in a house for all eternity. And you don’t have to go through this alone."

Thomas didn't answer or move, making you scared that we would just go back underwater. But instead, he grabbed your hand and got out of the lake with your help.

He stood there, not looking at you and for once, not talking. He had one arm wrapped around his waist, hiding his wound. But his other hand was holding yours, not wanting to let you go.

"Shall we go back home?"

[jamiewintons]

“ so you kissed [him], and then you... “ “ ran away. i mean... “ + Thomas?

From this prompt list.

Warnings: Not much, just fluff with the tiniest bit of angst.

“Y/N, there you are. Thomas has been looking for you everywhere,” Alison said with a sigh of relief, as she opened the door to the attic and saw you huddled there in the corner. “Haven’t you heard him calling out to you?”

“Yeah, I heard him…” you replied, too embarrassed to make eye contact with her. You'd just screwed up, big time, and you had no idea what to do. Of course, being a ghost, you couldn't leave the grounds of Button House, so you did the next best thing; you hid in the attic. You'd hoped that no one would find you up there, but you had been wrong.

"You're planning on just ignoring him, then?" Alison asked, shutting the door and walking over to sit beside you. "Because I know from experience that doesn't work."

“I just don’t know what else to do…” You hid your face in your hands, as you thought about what you had done. Thomas was your friend, and yes, you’d had a crush on him for a long time, but you’d been doing well keeping your feelings to yourself. You hadn’t wanted to make things weird.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened? Thomas didn’t really explain what was going on. He was too busy… you know, being Thomas.” He’d been running around frantically trying to find you, far too emotional to be able to actually articulate what was going on. 

You sat up straight, trying to look a lot calmer than you actually were. “Well… we were in the library, sitting by the window, and Thomas was reading me his latest poem. He looked so beautiful, with the sunlight shining on him, and you know that sparkle he gets in his eyes when he’s so passionate about something…” You sighed dreamily at the memory of his face. Alison smiled to herself as you continued. “In that moment all I could think about was how much I love him, and how nice it would be to kiss him, and so… I kissed him.”

“So you kissed him, and then you…”

“Ran away. I mean…” Your face was once again buried in your hands, irritated with yourself for being so stupid. “I didn’t know what else to do! He didn’t kiss me back, and he just looked at me with this blank expression. I couldn’t handle it, I had to get out of there. God, he must be so mad at me…”

“He’s not mad at you, Y/N,” Alison told you, and you looked over to her in shock, your eyes wide. “He’s just upset, because he’s worried that you’re mad at him. He wants to apologise to you.”

“Why does he want to apologise to me? I’m the one who kissed him without permission. I wouldn’t blame him if he hated me now.” 

Alison sighed. She didn’t know how someone could be quite that oblivious. “He doesn’t hate you, Y/N, I know that for sure. I think you and Thomas need to talk. Why don’t you come downstairs so we can sort this whole thing out?”

Reluctantly, you agreed, and followed Alison downstairs in search of Thomas, as your stomach turned with anxiety.

*

It didn’t take long to find Thomas, not with him running around desperately shouting out your name. Once you’d caught sight of him, Alison gave you a look, gently encouraging you to go and speak to him. As soon as she saw her chance she left, wanting to let the two of you have some privacy.

“Um, hey, Thomas,” you said awkwardly, already dreading all of the way this conversation could end. ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you’. ‘I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can be friends anymore’. God, this was all too much.

“Y/N, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! I must tell you–”

“Thomas, I’m really sorry for just kissing you like that. It was the wrong thing to do. I wasn’t really thinking, and I no that’s no excuse, but… I'll never do it again.” You took in a shuddering breath, hoping that you wouldn’t start to cry. Everything about this had already been embarrassing enough without you breaking down in tears.

“That is a shame,” Thomas replied, his downcast tone making you take a look at his face. He looked upset, those beautiful eyes of his missing their sparkle. “I was rather hoping that you would.”

“You… what?” That was it. You were dreaming. There was no other explanation.

“I wouldn’t wish for that first kiss to be the only one we ever have.” Thomas stepped closer to you, and you looked up at him in awe, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “I was so frozen with surprise, that I couldn’t even think about reciprocating. So if I lead you to believe that I did not want to kiss you, I must apologise. I was simply shocked that it was finally happening. I have been thinking about what that moment would be like ever since we first met.”

“So have I,” you blurted out, without even thinking. You really needed to stop doing things like that.

“I’m glad.” Thomas smiled sweetly and looked down at the floor for a second, feeling a little bit bashful, before his eyes were back on you. “Perhaps we could forget about that first kiss and… try again?”

“Yeah. I’d like that,” you said, and Thomas moved forward again so there was barely any space between the two of you. He placed his hand against your cheek, and you stared into his eyes, noticing that the sparkle had returned. Your heart swelled with adoration for him – if that were possible – and you couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him and crashing your lips together.

Thankfully this time, Thomas was prepared. He reciprocated enthusiastically, the hand that wasn’t touching your face coming to your waist to pull you closer to him. It was absolutely perfect, everything that you had imagined your first kiss to be. You pulled away from him and grinned widely, an expression that was mirrored in Thomas’ own.

“That was much better, don’t you think?” Thomas asked you, sounding a little bit breathless, and you nodded. He brushed some of your hair away from your face, then his hand was back to caressing your cheek. “But I think I have changed my mind, we shouldn’t forget about our first kiss.”

“Why not?”

“Well, if it hadn’t happened, we wouldn’t have had our second kiss. Or the many that I am sure will follow.” The idea of getting to kiss Thomas all the time made you feel a little bit giddy, and you could only imagine that every time would be even better than the last.

“You’re right, Thomas,” you said, bringing your hands up to gently cup his face. “How about we try for our third?”

Thomas smiled. “Certainly, my dear.”

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[jamiewintons]

For the kisses prompts: Thomas and 82.whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses

82. whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses

Warnings: Mostly just fluff, gets a tiny bit spicy near the end but it cuts off before anything actually happens.

You'd been hardly able to sit still all day. How could you? You were excited. You were finally going to be able to see your husband again after nearly a month without him.

Thomas' mother had been wanting to introduce him to publishers in London for a while, and though he wished to be recognised for his work, he dreaded leaving you alone.

Eventually, you had convinced him to go, despite the fact that you would miss him horribly. You were proud of him, and did not want him to give up on his dreams because of you. As hard as it had been, you got through the time without him, and soon, he would be home and in your arms once more.

You'd been by the window for most of the day, a book laying open and forgotten beside you. Every time you heard a noise outside you looked, hoping to catch a glimpse of the carriage that would be delivering your beloved back to you. Then you would see nothing, and sigh in disappointment as you realised you must continue to wait.

When you turned your head again for what felt like the thousandth time, you hadn't really been expecting anything, but there in the driveway was a carriage and you felt your heart fluttering in your chest with excitement and anticipation. You jumped up from your seat, racing out of the room and down the stairs, thankfully remembering at the last second to hold up your skirts so you wouldn't trip.

Thomas was just stepping out of the carriage as you arrived outside, and as he looked up, your eyes met his. He grinned, and you couldn't help yourself but close the extra distance between the two of you, enveloping him in a tight embrace.

"My love, how I have missed you," Thomas told you with a breathless laugh. You might have been squeezing him too hard but neither of you seemed to care. You were together again, and that was all that mattered.

"I've missed you too, darling," you replied, pulling back slightly so you could look at his face, feeling little tears pricking in your eyes, and seeing the same in his. You'd been waiting for this for far too long, so you leaned in to kiss him, holding his face gently between your hands.

"I love you," Thomas whispered to you between short kisses, seemingly having so much to say but being mostly unable to keep his lips from yours for too long. "Being apart from you for so long was torture... I never wish to leave you again..."

"And I never wish to be without you, dear husband," You rested your forehead against his, eyes closed. Thomas tried to steal another kiss, but you pulled away from him at the last moment with a cheeky grin. "Now come inside, Thomas, you must be exhausted. You should sit for a while."

"All of my exhaustion faded away the very moment I saw your face, my angel," Thomas mused as you led him indoors, and your cheeks grew warm at his words. Once you were inside and the doors were closed, you turned to look at him, and in an instant you were wrapped up in his arms once more. He spoke to you quietly now, though there was no one else around to hear. "I would like to apologise for leaving you alone for so long, if you would allow me to make it up to you."

There was nothing to apologise for, but the tone in Thomas' voice and the look in his eyes caused that flutter of excitement in your heart again. Your face burned even hotter as you grabbed his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. "I think I would enjoy that very much."

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[jamiewintons]

For the fluff prompts: "my hand is kinda heavy, can you hold it?" "that's not how the line goes, but you're cute so fine." for Thomas? IDK but he seems like he would hear living people say pick-up lines and try to reuse them

From this prompt list. (I changed the line slightly just to sound a bit more Thomas-like)

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Thomas was completely enamoured by you, as he had been ever since he'd first laid eyes on you.

How he wished to express to you how deeply he adored you, but you were so utterly enchanting that whenever he opened his mouth to tell you, he would stammer and stumble over his words and make himself look like a fool. Thankfully, you were so kind – one of the many things he loved about you – that you simply smiled, never mocking him or making him feel more ridiculous than he already felt.

But the point still stood that you still did not know how much Thomas loved you. It frightened him beyond belief to think that he might one day lose his chance – what if you moved on, or someone who appealed to you far more than he did died at the house? – before he found his courage. So he often spent hours thinking of what he could say to you. If he had everything planned out in his mind, it would be impossible for him to fail, right?

Thomas had been considering his options for a while when a wedding was once again to take place at Button House. He always loved weddings – even if he was still disappointed that he'd never got to experience his own – though today his focus was not on the happy couple getting married, but rather on two of the guests. 

The two people that had caught his eye seemed absolutely smitten with each other. They had barely been paying attention to anyone else at the event, in favour of flirting and giggling with each other. He'd taken notice of what the man had said, and the lady he was with had seemed very taken with him, especially since Thomas had witnessed them kiss later at the reception.

Perhaps this would help him with his problem?

Thomas looked over to see you talking with Robin and Mary, and decided that now was the time to make his move. Dramatically, he strode over to the three of you, and stood before you, hoping he didn't look as nervous as he felt.

"Oh, hey Thomas!" you said with a wide smile, and Thomas felt like he might faint.

"May I... may I speak to you privately?" Thomas asked, more abruptly than he intended. He didn't even notice Robin and Mary glancing at him and whispering to each other behind you. "If that would be alright with you."

"Of course." You couldn't pretend that Thomas' demeanour wasn't making you a little bit anxious, but you followed him to one of the other rooms which was completely free of other people, living or dead.

You sat down on the sofa, and after a few moments of hesitation, Thomas took a seat beside you. He stared at you, completely silent with wide eyes, as you waited for him to speak. You'd seen him get nervous, but it had never been like this before. You really just hoped he wasn't mad at you...

Thomas searched his mind to find something that the man he saw had said to the lady he was with. He remembered something that had made the lady smile.

You were just about to open your mouth to ask Thomas if he was feeling alright, when suddenly, he spoke.

"My... my hand is heavy... perhaps you could hold it?" he stammered, barely even meeting your eyes, his nerves making his stomach ache. God, he only hoped you didn't think him a fool.

You couldn't help but giggle. Thomas was always adorable but this had to be the cutest thing you'd ever seen. Quickly you noticed that your reaction had made Thomas look even more terrified, so you knew that you needed to answer his question to ease his mind. "That's not how the line goes, but you're cute, so fine."

Thomas looked up at you, eyes even wider, utterly shocked. He didn't know why, but in the back of his mind he had been expecting you to say no. "R-really?"

"I thought you'd never ask," you said, smiling as you take his hand in yours, gently interlocking your fingers together. Thomas stared at your intertwined hands in awe, like he couldn't believe he was actually touching you.

Right at this moment, everything was just perfect. Thomas only wished that he was able to thank that man for his help.

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