#the maze runner blurb

[freedomfireflies]

okay so what happened with Thomas 👀

“Where the fuck…have you been?”

Newt, Brenda, and Gally collectively take a generous step back, leaving you to face the wrath of Thomas alone.

You shoot them a disappointed look, to which they only offer a thumbs up as consolation, with Brenda murmuring a quick, “You got this.”

Amused, but not surprised, you return forward only to see that Thomas has bridged the gap between your bodies and now stands about a foot away.

“Where…were you?” he repeats, lower this time. Low enough to encourage a chill down your spine as you swallow the odd lump in your throat.

You don’t want to argue with him. Not here. Not in front of everyone.

But you certainly don’t want to succumb to his rather pathetic display of dominance.

So, you straighten up. Square your shoulders. Meet his eye. “We were out. Doing Gally’s plan.”

He’d already anticipated this, brow quirking upward as he looks you over. “Is that right?”

“It is.”

His eyes flick just over your shoulder, finding the faces of the other three. “And?”

You hear Newt clear his throat. “We didn’t find him, Tommy. But he’s there. He’s close.”

Thomas seems to tense, the frown deepening as his focus switches between them. “You don’t think you’re going back, do you?”

“We have to.” It’s Gally now, a bit firmer, but still cautious. You don’t miss the careful way he speaks to Thomas now. Always deliberate. But reverent. As if he knows what he’s done. “And now we have an in—”

“No.”

You knew he’d reject the proposition, but you’re outraged, nonetheless. “Seriously?”

His gaze moves back down to you. “Seriously. You know the risk—”

“Yeah, we knew the risks and it was still fine. Minho’s in there, and now we have our own way in—”

“Don’t fucking care,” he grits between clenched teeth, stepping back with a fervent shake of his head. “No, I don’t fucking care. We don’t do shit like that. We don’t put the entire team at risk because of someone’s ego—”

“Don’t we?” Your arms cross as you thrust your chin toward him. “I suppose you’d be the authority on ego, wouldn’t you?”

You can feel the air thicken as the scattered group of your friends watch on, but you don’t pay them any mind.

And neither does Thomas if the rigid tense of his muscles is any indication. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means your god complex has gotten more of your friends killed than the Grievers, the Cranks, and WCKD combined.” 

Your tone is livid. Full of disdain and disappointment and you can hear the murmurs and chuckles behind you.

And Thomas? 

Truthfully, you’re not quite sure what he’s thinking. His expression hard and unforgiving, yet he offers no physical reaction to your accusation.

Then, he grabs your arm.

Grabs your arm and drags you out of the circle, heading toward one of the tents as you stumble to find your balance and rip yourself free.

But this proves futile as his determined grip keeps you planted to his side and the group behind you offers nothing but laughs and cheers, followed by, “Ooo, show her, Tommy!” and “Fucking in for it now.”

You’re shoved through the tattered cloth as you stagger your way to the middle, quickly brushing yourself off as you whirl around to face the exasperating man. “The hell was that for—”

But he’s stepping up to you so quick, your head begins to spin, the accusation dying in your throat as he brings himself about an inch away.

“You think I don’t know what we’ve lost?” His tone is malicious. Filled with contempt and bitter disdain. “Think I don’t know the fucking shit we had to go through to get here?”

You suppose it’s a rhetorical question, although you can’t deny the way your pulse races beneath your skin.

“That I don’t think about them every fucking day?” His eyes flick between yours, almost desperately. “Huh? That I don’t remember what it felt like to hold Chuck as he died in my fucking arms? And Alby? Winston? Mary? Think I don’t hear their fucking screams every time I close my eyes? Don’t see their bodies strung up or left somewhere?”

Your breath becomes caught in your throat as you blink up at him, the images in your own head harrowing as you’re forced to recall each memory. Each face.

“Think I don’t know how fucking hard it’s been to make it this far? What people have sacrificed? For me?” His head cocks to the side. “No, I fucking know. I know exactly what we’ve had to lose, and I know I’m not doing it anymore.”

You suppose this is your time to speak, although you’re not sure what to say.

And when your lips part but you stay silent, he uses this as an excuse to barrel on.

“I won’t do it anymore,” he repeats. “M’not losing anyone else because of them. All right? No fucking missions, no sneaking, no putting your life in danger. I won’t fucking watch you die.”

You’re tempted to allow yourself the luxury of imagining he’s worried about you specifically, but reality is louder than wishful thinking. “Thomas…”

You struggle to find just the right phrase to comfort him with, but you can sense from the irritated expression on his face that he doesn’t want comfort. He wants obedience. 

“We’ve chosen to follow you this far because we know that what you’re fighting for is worth it,” you finally begin, and you notice his eyes narrow with disbelief. “You’ve…you’ve created more than a team. You’ve created a family. And we look out for each other, no matter what.”

You see the realization begin to settle behind his eyes.

“Even Gally—” He snorts, but you barrel on, undeterred. “—yes, Gally. He’s not who was in the Maze. Neither am I. Neither are you. We all want the same thing. To save Minho. Which is what we have to do, no matter the consequences.”

It’s as if he’s fighting his own indifference. You can see the acceptance weaving into his features, but his stature remains rigid.

Suddenly overcome with sentiment, you reach out to rest the palm of your hand on his cheek as you watch—and feel—him tense beneath your touch.

“You’re not alone, Thomas,” you murmur, hoping the gentle lilt of your voice will comfort him. Hope the honesty in your eyes reaches the darkest parts of his subconscious. “You don’t have to take care of everyone all by yourself anymore. Let us help you. Let us take care of you. We’d never…I’d never let anything happen to you. Or to Minho.”

You surprise yourself with how easily this truth slips free, but you can’t exactly argue its accuracy. You would do anything for these people you’ve grown to love. Do anything for Thomas, who—despite your best efforts—you find yourself thinking about more times in a day than you care to admit.

After a moment of comfortable silence, you realize you’re still caressing his face, now a bit flustered as you move to lower your hand.

But just before it can drop, his fingers reach out to capture your wrist and keep your arm suspended midair between you both. 

It’s quick. Urgent. His touch punitive yet desperate.

You still, eyes widening with curiosity as you look over his face. 

“Don’t,” he whispers after a moment of heavy silence, lashes fluttering as if attempting to restrain himself.

However, you’re not quite sure what he’s asking, heart hammering in your chest as you tentatively ask, “Don’t what?”

Now, his eyes shut, almost regretfully. He seems to be resisting something. Perhaps himself. 

“Don’t make me need you.”

You’re fairly certain your pulse stutters to a stop, the distressed plea enough to knock your confidence off kilter. 

Still, you can’t be certain what he truly means. It’s not like Thomas to make such an emotional declaration and you could be fooled into thinking it doesn’t mean as much as you’re beginning to hope it does.

Because hope is a dangerous thing.

Love is a dangerous thing.

It’s an indulgence you can’t afford. 

He won’t look at you, almost as if he’s too ashamed to face the consequences of such a statement, and suddenly…you truly understand.

You slip your arm free so you can move both to his neck, wrapping yourself around his body as you tug him into your embrace.

He seems to go rigid in your touch for just a moment before he slowly begins to unwind, hands slipping around your hips to cement himself against your body.

You imagine he doesn’t get a lot of hugs. Doesn’t have the time for such tender moments.

But right now, you’re more than grateful for his company. For his touch. His honesty.

You’re grateful for him.

God complex and all.

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[its-a-ittle-bit-cold]

i literally had jus finished reading ur most recent tmr fic when i came up w this BARE W ME CUZ THIS ONES RLLY CUTE

Thomas (tmr) x reader + established relationship

slow dancing under the stars whispering sweet nothings back and forth🫶🏼

Sooooo this is really short…

Thanks for requesting! Sorry i’ve been MIA, I just have a habit of writing every day for a month then disappearing forever

warnings: fluff

Falling like the stars

thomas x reader

a/n: this is a short little blurb

You and Thomas finally get some peace and quiet

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The stars are beautiful tonight.

Thomas has stayed up with you to put out the fire. The boys have died down, all heading back to the homestead and their cots, leaving you to do the customary duties of putting out the fire and brushing up.

Thomas folds up a few blankets, setting the old CD player down on the growing pile, before picking up the cups and glasses from the night- and Gally’s special drink. You watch him, your gaze drifting over him dazedly, and up to the stars.

A sudden beat drops. You snap your gaze to Thomas, whose hand is hovering over the play button. The other, he uses to beckon you over to him.

You saunter over, lacing your fingers behind his neck, pulling his face close to yours, staring into his copper eyes, the warm campfire light ricocheting off his irises. You begin swaying with him to the beat of the music, eyes sliding shut, foreheads touching.

“I love you,” he whispers. “You could never know how much.”

you lean your head on his shoulder, humming along. There’s never been a stop to the butterflies he gives you, even as his arms pull you in by the waist, flush against him. 

“You’re cute,” You tel him, reminiscent of the first time you ever met him. He pulls back, inches from your lips.

“And you’re beautiful.”

you close your eyes again, lips finally touching his.

It’s a beautiful night in the glade, and you’re just happy to be here, slow dancing under the stars with your love.

—

not the cheesy ending…

[superstrangerthings]

Hello:)) Don't know if you still accept these but just in case... If you could do the blurb "stop dancing like that or I'm gonna cum in my pants" with Gally from The Maze Runner that would be great! But it's your call. Have a great day!❤

I haven’t done one of these in ages, but I love Gally so much, he had to be one of my first blurbs upon my return :D

Night had once again befallen the glade. Spirits were high, though that probably had more to do with Frypan’s moonshine than anything else. Everyone was at least a little bit tipsy, even Chuck was succumbing to the influence of the older boys. As for you, you were on the makeshift dance floor with your friends Newt and Minho having the time of your life. Melodies from songs you once remembered played through your head, the other boys just following your lead. 

Out of the corner of your eye you spotted your boyfriend, Gally, staring at you intently from a bench a few metres away. He was never much for dancing, but you knew how much he liked to watch. So you put on a show. 

Your bouncy movements turned more fluid. Flailing arms and legs were swapped in favour of seductive hip movements. You were aware of Gally’s stare boring into your back even as you continued to laugh with your friends. That was, until he was suddenly pressed up against your back, with such force that it felt like his erection was about to break through your trousers.

“Stop dancing like that or I’m gonna cum in my pants.” He growled in your ear.

“Maybe that’s what I’m aiming for.” You whispered without even turning around.

In moments, you were being dragged away from the dance floor and towards the homestead for some more nightly fun.

[obriengf]

55 with royal Thomas seems like a must

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You revelled in the serenity of the Royal gardens; an abundance of botanical species of every possible shade was surrounding you with joy, the gentle springtime air making your skin settle with comfortable warmth. It was a welcomed change to feel such peace after times of uncertainty - a game of ambiguousness when it came to matters of the heart, and the ownership of one’s hand. To love but not have was the source of your endless nights of aching, alas it all changed when realisation struck, and you were finally betrothed to the boy that once promised to hold your heart forever. Harmonies of singing birds echoed through the grand space, and it was easy to become mesmerised by how entrancing their song played - so much that you nearly missed the quiet coo of your name and the additional body standing close behind your frame.

Tender yet calloused hands were careful as they grasped your biceps, fingers squeezing with such delicacy above your elbows as a chin perched upon your right shoulder. Your eyes remained forward to overlook the beauty in front of you, but a smile still curled at your lips when loving lips pressed just under your ear. You hoped your future would be like this - so gentle, so devoted, affectionate, constituted - and it would be, for as long as Thomas remained by your side.

“Your highness.” You managed to say, your voice wavering as his lips trailed down the shape of your jaw. He grinned against you as a smile stretched over your skin, and you couldn’t stop the breathless sigh of contentedness that escaped you.

Thomas chuckled lightly, “M’lady. I still find myself even now, puzzled, over the luck that’d come my way and how I can professedly call you mine from this day onward.” 

Thomas’ ardor covered your back, a feeling of homeliness overcoming you as you slowly sunk into his hold and savoured the sensation of his body sheltering your own. He made you calm and comfortable, finally complacent in a world where you once thought would never turn in your favour. But now you at long last have the boy that gave you butterflies since your eyes first met, the boy that kept your secrets safe and offered a shoulder to cry on. He always was yours, only now the blessing has officially been granted, and you don’t need to shy away anymore from wanting to hold him forever within your arms.

“We’ve yet to be wed, Tommy.” You replied to him, a hand reaching behind you to thread fingers through his brunette locks. 

A gentle giggle caught your attention, drawing your sight across the garden to your handmaiden as she stared at you both joy, knowing just how fulfilled this betrothal had left you feeling. Your cheeks became dusted with pinkness, sudden bashfulness before a playful glare was directed toward her and she turned around to reinforce your privacy.

Thomas hummed against your neck, uncaring of who could see before he carefully spun you until your chests were flushed and your beating hearts thumped in coordinated rhythms. Calloused fingers were delicate as they pushed stray hairs behind your ears, and you could’ve sworn that the light was hitting him just perfectly - an angelic glow creating a euphoric image before you - prompting your eyes to shape like hearts and shine with every ounce of love you could muster.

He chuckled, once more, “It is true, our espousal is still unaccustomed, but it only makes it easier when I know that the love I feel is already very much present. I will have no predicaments, no hesitations when it comes to being with you, my sweet. It’s all I have wanted for as long as time can count, and now it’s been granted...” His voice trailed, face etching with such blissful disbelief as his lips tugged even further upward until his smile was near as bright as his golden hues, “Only good can come from this. From you. And I know that this sovereign will flourish under the reign of myself as King if it meant that I had you as my Queen.” 

Your chest fluttered under his words, his promise to keep you with him. It seemed as good as a dream, too good to be of truth; but the way his fingertips left fiery trails over your skin, as well as chilled goosebumps in their wake, it couldn’t make you feel anymore alive if it tried. 

“I’m sure that my words are ones of nothing new to your ears, but I do care for you incredibly much, Thomas. I love you with all that my heart can give, and I forever will.” You slid your hand over his chest, allowing yourself to feel the oddly steady yet hard thumping song of his heart. He copied your movements before fingers enclosed between your own, the pressure provoking your hand to now pulse with how melodic and passionate he was truly feeling.

Thomas’ eyes managed a softened glaze, his happiness tenfold, “And I you, my love. Forever.” 

Your hand grasped the material of his shirt, fingers scrunching at the cotton as your weight shifted to the toes of your shoes. You stood taller, only slightly, but enough to bump the tip of your nose carefully against his and feel the slight warmth of his breath as he sighed in contentedness. Lashes tickled over your skin as they fluttered, slow to close as you wanted to savour the beauty that he wore so well. Not that you could ever forget.

Pillowed lips brushed; they grazed and they teased like footwork to a dance. They didn’t quite join but it was the chase that built the funny sensation in your stomach and you didn’t dare want it to end. It wasn’t until the boy took the step and pressed his lips to tenderly against yours that you felt your shoulders sink and knees grow weak. 

Thomas allowed his spare arm to circle behind your back and pull you against him, his kiss sliding between your own as he cherished such moments of solitude and serenity. It was desperate, holding so much awaited emotion that it needed to spill out before the future king simply exploded. It was deepened by the prodding of your tongue and the welcomed gasp that lit Thomas’ veins on fire. 

If time could stand still, if this picture was frozen in place, then Thomas could swear that he wouldn’t want anything else from this world. You were more than perfect enough. 

[heartybubs]

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[masivechaos]

gally x gn! reader

prompt: holding hands while (ice) skating (from this prompt list @creativepromptfills)

warnings: modern au ig, none pure fluff!

word count: 0.2k

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You felt Gally gripping your hand stronger, almost breaking your fingers with his strength. You turned your head to see him with a terrified expression “Trust me Gally, you’re not going to fall” you reassured him as you took a more significant step on the ice.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. You chuckled “Follow my movements,” you said as you threw your right leg forward and then swung your left one, never leaving his hand “You need to do bigger steps” you advised.

Gally reluctantly did as you said, stumbling a bit “You’re doing great” he looked down at his feet and started to lose his balance. “Look in front of you” you said with a laugh.

After half an hour of stumbling, he was finally able to skate on his own, with you right next to him so you could catch him (well softening the fall because he was way taller than you) if he ever fell.

He gained confidence and trusted himself to do a lap of the lake alone, you were obviously watching him. When he came back, you threw yourself on him, making him panic a bit “Be careful!”, you brought him close and capture his lips, taking his hands in yours again “See? You can do it!” you said enthusiastically. You observed Gally’s cheeks turning red, he offered you a shy smile “Yeah.”

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"Forever" and Thomas

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There’s a sound of chatter, quiet and distant behind you. Groups of people crowding around the bonfire, finally enjoying themselves after years of relentless horrors. It brought a little smile to your face, hearing the cheers and laughs of your friends even from where you sat twenty feet away.

Your hand filtered through the sand beside you, feeling the grains slip through your fingers. You could feel Thomas’ gaze on you, and you shook your head meekly before burying your face into your knees. “Stop staring at me, freak.”

“Hey.” He scolded, tone playful and voice soft. He raked a hand through your messy hair, smoothing the locks down the back of your neck and leaving his hand there. “Should be nice to your boyfriend. Not many guys would get himself sent into a maze for a girl whose name he couldn’t even remember.”

Boyfriend. It was extremely embarrassing how much you liked calling him that; how much you liked when he called himself that. It made your cheeks burn and your heart clench. “Don’t blame me for your whorish behaviour, Tom.”

He laughed, loud and hearty; the type of laughter you never really got from him before you were here. The type of laughter you really loved hearing from him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in close to him and tucking you into his chest. His chin brushed your forehead, before his soft lips were pressing kisses there. Your right hand reached up to latch onto the one dangling from your shoulder, brushing his knuckles with your thumb lazily.

“I didn’t think we’d ever get here. I know we’re not supposed to say that— it’s like an unspoken rule or something. But really, sometimes I didn’t think I’d get to experience this. Especially not with you.” You paused, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips pressed to your hairline, the feeling of his fingers laced in yours, his jean clad thigh brushing your bare one. This was real. “I figured, if we did make it. . . one of us would’ve—“

“I know, baby.” He breathed, squeezing your hand. “You don’t have to think about that anymore, though. I’m here, I’m okay; we’re okay. This is it; it’s just going to be us, forever. Or at least, for as long as you’ll have me.”

You laughed quietly, the sound muffled by the cotton fabric of his henley shirt. “Forever. I’m good with forever.”

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[freedomfireflies]

Can we get an angsty Thomas blurb? 👀

“Hey. Hey. Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you. Hey—”

Thomas’s fingers find your arm, tugging furiously as you’re yanked to a halt, nearly colliding with his chest as he demands your attention.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hisses, pressure hard along your skin, as if attempting to shake the answer from you. “Huh? The fuck was that—”

“I told you, I’m done,” you respond flatly, expression bored as you slip your arm from his grasp. “Do whatever you want, I’m not staying to watch.”

You turn, striding toward the ruins of buildings before you, ready to disappear into the crowd of people before Thomas is brushing past you and coming to a stop.

“Enough,” he barks, a distraught look on his face as you’re forced to freeze. “S’this cause of what Gally said? Cause he’s wrong. It’ll be easy—”

“It’s not about Gally and you know that—”

“Then what?” He straightens up, eyes flicking between yours as he waits. Waits for an answer he already has.

You purse your lips shut. You nod your chin at him. Wait for him to connect the pieces himself.

And you watch as he does. Watch the way his brows pull together and his teeth scrape. “Really?”

“Really,” you agree, arms crossing. “I’m not putting Minho’s life on the line for your ego.”

“I’m not—” He stops, quickly lowering his voice as he glances around. “M’not fucking putting his life on anything. This is just our only chance to get him back—”

“No. It’s not.” You take a step closer to him, searching his face for any sign of something you can trust. “You know the right thing to do and you’re not doing it. Which shouldn’t really be a surprise at this point, and yet here we are.”

The muscles in his jaw constrict. “This is the right thing—”

“No, the right thing to do is go with Gally, and you don’t want to because you’d rather get everybody killed than admit he might know what he’s doing,” you correct, a rather disappointed lilt in your tone.

He moves closer to you, nearly nose to nose as he glances down with vicious contempt and murmurs, “And you think I should give two fucking shits about Gally after everything he’s done? After what he did to Chuck? To all of us? You think I should throw a fucking parade and follow him into battle?”

You don’t fall victim to his attempt for dominance, merely straightening up as you respond, “I remember what he did. I’ll always remember. Just like I remember how he saved our asses from getting lit up and knows the layout better than we do. If he says your way isn’t possible, then I believe him because sometimes, you don’t use your head.”

A bitter scoff. He glances away. Pretends to be oblivious. “Don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Why don’t you really wanna do this?” Your voice softens, hoping to expel the truth. “Can’t just be about Gally because even you know he’s our best chance at getting to Minho. What’s really going on?”

Again, Thomas hesitates, fingers flexing by his side as he regards you suspiciously. “Nothing, I just don’t think it’ll work—”

“Is this about Teresa? About what she said last time we were there?”

His eyes widen, frown deepening as he leans back, clearly taking great offense. “What? No, s’not about her—”

“Are you worried about Newt?”

Another indifferent scoff. “I’m always fucking worried about Newt, but that’s not—”

“Brenda will be there, Thomas. If we can trust anybody, we can trust her—”

“It’s not about that—”

“Then what?”

Now, you both still, voices having risen until you’re teetering on the edge of screaming.

He’s silent now, chest heaving as he battles the real answer in his mind. Refuses to let you in. Refuses to just admit what you’re afraid you already know.

“We’re not doing it that way,” he finally huffs, voice coarse like gravel. “Okay? It won’t work and it’s too dangerous.”

“It’s not dangerous, it’s simple—”

“No.” The excessive force of his refusal has you leaning back, heart hammering in your chest.

Despite your better judgment, you snort, brushing past him as you mumble, “Fine. Then like I said, I’m done.”

You expect him to let you go. Let you storm off and have your little fit while he goes back to camp and rounds everybody up. Expect him to go raid the back hallways of WCKD no matter how fucking stupid you know it is.

But, to your surprise, he doesn’t do any of that, instead striding after you as your arm is grabbed—yet again—until you’re forced around. 

“Don’t,” he’s quick to hiss, soft breath hitting the shell of your ear. 

You struggle, offering a bored look in return as you glance over your shoulder. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t do whatever it is you’re fucking planning.” He lets go, but steps to the side until you can see his face a bit clearer. “All right? I know you. So whatever it is you think you’re gonna do…don’t.”

His memory might not be his strong suit, but he is right about one thing. You do have a plan.

But you let him believe he’s won. At least for now. Because it’ll be much easier to ask his forgiveness than his permission.

“Fine,” you agree before returning to your stride. “I’ll stay right fucking here like a good little dog. Exactly the way you want.”

His eyes narrow at your obvious jab but you don’t mind. Because it worked. That is all he wants. For you to obey.

Although, he should know by now that it’s not about obeying. But about doing what’s right.

No matter the cost.

And he should also know exactly where you learned that from.

After all, nobody disobeys better than Thomas.

So that night, with Gally, Brenda, and Newt by your side, you proceed with Gally’s plan. The one Thomas was so sure wouldn’t work.

And in fact, it does work.

Gally, Brenda, and Newt sneak their way through the halls of WCKD dressed as Med Staff with you as their patient.

It’s an easy in. You make it to the main floor, slipping past the different security guards as you search the halls for Minho.

To your disappointment, you don’t find him, and time is running out. With a heavy heart, Newt declares you’ll all have to try again later.

With little to no hold-up, the four of you manage to make it back through the back alleys of the Last City and through the wall without suspicion.

It’s not until you finally arrive back on base that the real trouble begins.

The doctors, security, Ava, and Ratman? All easy.

But Thomas?

Possibly the only person you’re all actually terrified of.

He’s waiting with a scowl. Arms crossed and jaw clenched as you slip through the gate.

Frypan, Jorge, Aris, and about five others stand behind him. They seem curious to know what you’ve found, but before any of you get the chance to divulge the details, Thomas steps closer.

And your heart sinks.

“Where the fuck…have you been?”

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

[ervotica]

doing a lil celebration for 3k! nothing official, just asking for blurb requests for characters from these fandoms:

fourth wing, twilight, acotar, outer banks, call of duty, the walking dead, stranger things, the maze runner, harry potter

— preferred characters -> liam mairi, garrick tavis, paul lahote, jasper hale, eris vanserra, rhysand, rafe cameron, jj maybank, captain john price, simon “ghost” riley, johnny “soap” mactavish, könig, glenn rhee, daryl dixon, steve harrington, gally, theodore nott

— preferred genres -> WHUMP, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, smut, heavy heavy fluff

can be from my prompt lists or your own request!

tagging some mutuals for reach (please rb if you can!); @wroteclassicaly @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @eve175 @rafescurtainbangz @rafescokenostril @theostrophywife @tacticalprincess @thehighladywrites @hotchfiles @jjsmarijuana @kissitbttr @lovelyghst @littlemisstrouble @callsign-rogueone @venuslore @void-my-warranty @vampieteeth @vermithorn @nocasdatsgay @mockerycrow @murdrdocs @shellxrls @targaryenvampireslayer @taintedcigs @princessmaybank @prythianpages @babygorewhore @serpentandlily @sociorafe @proactivetypaperson @morwap @cinnamoncunt @daycourtofficial @azsazz @anqeliclust @tsunami-of-tears @plainemmanem

[obriengf]

Hello :) 🥰 idiots in love thomas tmr ? ( favorite trope of all the time

Send me an emoji for a relationship trope ♡

***I don't know if this is really idiots in love I think I lost the plot

🥰 Idiots in love

Your lives were a roller coaster from the get-go - well, from the moment you woke for the first time, surrounded by a metal cage and an empty head. What followed was a variety of emotions stemming from being scared, to happy, anger and sadness. You had been through everything, if not all, with the beautiful brunette boy that saved more than just your lives; even love, before you both knew what love even was. The constant need to run was a blockage, barricading your capabilities to feel more than fight or flight. You were so blinded by the fact that you seemed to always situate yourself beside Thomas more than everyone else, or how he would strive to hold you just that bit closer. Looking into the depths of his caramelised eyes was a prolonged activity that made you feel so incredibly safe, to the point where your heart was reverberating within its own metal cage. But... these sensations, these beautiful feelings, were so easily pushed to the side as you reminded yourself that you were in a battle for your life and those who you hold so dearly. Thomas always knew that there was something there - but if you asked him what, he would be drawn speechless. He often found him searching for you in a crowd, telling himself that it was for protection, ignoring the relieved smile that pulled at his lips when you two managed to eventually lock eyes. Your voice was a sound that both soothed him to sleep and awoke him from gut-wrenching nightmares, a constant song that he adored to no end. Your friends could see it - the attraction was clear as day but was never pushed due to your war-like circumstances. And to a point, you could swear that the sparkle you felt in your chest was reflected so exquisitely within his eyes. But this love was unknown, unheard of. How could it exist in a world like yours? Nonetheless, it was there. Waiting for the right moment; for two conjoint souls to find peace within one another.

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

✧ request guidelines ✧

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i will write pretty much anything apart from: — rape, pedophilia, incest, etc. but i am willing to write dark!fics.

when sending a request, please be specific as to what you want. i'd really appreciate it if you included the genre [fluff, smut, angst], details [location, time/era, general happenings in fic], and some patience as I'm kind of a slow writer and have lots of requests to get through!

i am less likely to write a fic if the request is vague, please keep this in mind!

i also cannot guarantee whether your request will be a blurb, drabble or one shot, so please bear with me.

who i write for: — finnick odair — gally [maze runner trilogy] — bellamy blake — daryl dixon

[masivechaos]

margot’s daily blurb!

school is taking me a lot of time and i’m not posting as many fics as i would like. so i thought about using this prompt list from @creativepromptsforwriting to write a little blurb (around 0.5k) and post one every day. i know it’s ambitious but i believe in myself lol

it's also a sort of celebration because i'm 15 followers away from the 200 and i won't have the time to do a regular celebration!

so one: you get content every day (or almost) and two: i can write more! i mostly struggle with writing over 1k words and it’s what’s taking me time. with these short fics i’ll have the time to write every day!

the regular fics are still going dw, it's just so i can post something when i don't have time to write a full-length fic! these blurbs are having a separate masterlist and a special tag!

i used a wheel to create the situations with a character and a prompt every time so each fic is already planned and was made randomly!

find here the planning for the first week i’ll post the planning for the month (it will normally last longer) separately

/!\ the characters might change if i start to write for another fandom at some point (i think i soon will be writing for criminal minds)/!\

10/09: hugs from behind with remus lupin

10/10: not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd with sirius black

10/11: holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition with todd anderson

10/12: hugging with height-difference with charlie dalton

10/13: kissing away tears with george weasley

10/14: goodnight kisses with regulus black

10/15: comforting hug with james potter

10/16: kisses in the rain with eddie munson

[sovksluv]

is it too late to post smth rn because i just got this idea from a maze runner edit on tiktok and rushed to write it down, idk if it’s late or not to post, i don’t want it flopping😭

i might just schedule it for this morning 🤷‍♀️

but yea, i got very motivated all of the sudden and just like coughed up this short little minho blurb thing 🎀💕