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THE GLADE’S CAMERA GIRL

Chapter #1, The Arrival.

POV: THOMAS

All I heard was metal churning as I awoke from my unconscious. I arose, my body finally parting from the water. I gasped frantically, trying to catch my lost breath. I jumped , Frantically standing to my feet falling onto some barrels for leverage. I looked around the "room". Nothing caught my sight really until,

A girl.

A girl laid in the opposite corner still unconscious. I stood and stared for a quick moment before my attention was caught by a squealing pig we passed on our way up. It reminded my of my current situation the girl distracted me from. I stood to my feet completely reached for the gated seizing of the moving box, "Hey" I hit it. "Hey, Help Me!" I screamed as I hit the top of the box a few more times. I as the box approached the top of the tunnel like structure we were going up I fell down to the floor. I panted as the box halted to a stop, a red light shining on it before a buzzing sound resonated around us the light flickering green Ning off completely. 

I was back in darkness.

Just as I steadied my breaths another buzzer sounded the top doors now opening to the tunnel. The bright light from the morning sky's sun shining bright on my face. As my vision started to become clearer I started to notice...Boys. A large group of boys looking down at me snickering and laughing until the swiftly stopped. Their eyes pointed in a center corner of the box. I looked and there laid the girl. 

The girl I forgot about as my main focus was to get myself out of the box. 

"What the hell?"

"A girl?"

"Two greenies?"

We're some of the things I heard among the crowd above us two. "Go get 'em," was all I heard before a boy jumped into the box kneeling down to be eye level with me, "Day one, Greenie" He smirked. "Rise and Shine." Was the last thing he muttered to me before throwing me out of the box, onto the grassy area where the boys stood. They quickly began forming a crowd around me. They began chattering and Laughing even more above me.

"He looks like a slopper to me!"

"Hey, I could use some help in the kitchen."

I didn't listen any longer, scurrying to my feet and push through a small gap to run from the center of the crowd, and I didn't plan on stopping. 

"We got a runner!" Was the last thing I heard before all my senses were on alert to get me away from wherever the hell I was now. I ran as fast and as a hard as I could before I tumbled over my own feet, rolling in the grass until I came to a standstill. I heard the boys whooping and cheering as I laid there. I lifted my head slowly studying my surroundings. Grass. Woods. Animals. Walls. A bunch of tall walls, cornering us in. The boys cheered whooped and clapped as I stood in disbelief look at the small gap in the wall. I heard quiet footsteps behind me and before I could I fell two arms around my own before they began dragging me somewhere I couldn't tell. "Hey, what are you doing?! Let me go!" I shouted as they chuckled, continuing to drag me. Soon enough they threw me in some sort of rocky cave-like den, closing the makeshift door behind them making to where I couldn't escape.

I moved up to the door looking out through the gaps at the animals, boy working and then I saw a group of boys following behind one as he looked down at the thing in his arms. The thing in question...The girl. I heard some of the louder parts the boys said, 

"Aye, Jeff, Is she alive?"

"Forget alive, do you think she'll survive in a place like this?"

"I hope so, she’s pretty cute...What?"

"Hey." A boy appeared in front of the door, jump-scaring me. I shuffled to the back of the den looking up at him crouching in front of the door.

"Hey there, Green bean. You're not gonna run again,"  I didn't know if it was more of a demand or a question but I nodded anyway. "Good." He responded before he opened the door and squatted down in the opening again. "My name 's Alby." He smiled before finishing, "Can you tell me anything about who you are? Where you are from? Anything at all?" He asks. I fidgeted in the small corner my face contorting, my lips quivering slightly. "No."

"Can you tell me your name?" He asks. "I, uh, I can't remember anything..why can't I remember anything?" I frantically asked as I looked anywhere but his face. "It's okay," he responds calmly. I slowly began to hyperventilate and he seemed to notice as he attempted to calm me down, "Hey, Relax. Relax. It's normal." He said causing me to let an exhale I was unaware of holding. "It happens to us all. You'll get your name back in a day or two."  He tells me, looking behind him at the boys before down again. "It's the one thing they let us keep." I finally find the nerves to look him into the face. "What is this place?" He shifts in place for a few before extending his hand out to me.

"Let me show you."

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Little short chapter for today,

Anyway,

Praying for better and blessings for you all

Love, AJ❤️.

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WHICH COULD MEAN NOTHING. (he wants that cookie so effing bad)

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I just do it most times LIKE YES GAWD!

Sometimes I’ll see a video of a really pretty man and get the urge to audibly moan

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Decided I want to once I go on holiday break. But it make take a while to make since I’m lazy😪

Guys I need a reader x Thomas fix where they’re both runners and it’s like forced proximity enemies to lovers slow burn like genuinely so bad I will explode. Bouta write it myself, but like would anyone want that? Or to write it themselves😭

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tumblr needs to make searching better & have more filters. because im so tired of looking up xreader (or any other type of fanfiction) & seeing the same top 100 posts. because i have read them, multiple times. there just needs to be a better way to filter through posts instead of endlessly scrolling trying to find a fic that i havent read before

just very unmotivating to even use the app at this point because im so tired of scrolling like a maniac & it sucks for other creators whos work is lost under all of these damn posts. & for a couple of fandoms, the top posts have been the same for like 2 years😭

i would use the latest filter, but with an inactive fandom, it can be pointless.

also, why we are already on the subject of suggesting things to make tumblr a better app. itd be awesome if we had folders so we can organize our liked posts

(if you agree please like &/or reblog so tumblr can see this & make a change)

@staff @support @engineering @changes

ive seen on the changes blog that a the search feature is coming, but still would like to organize liked posts

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me & who ??

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I live for Sam Monroe x innocent reader fics

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trinket

prince!rafe thinks his maid is just the sweetest little thing...  

prince!rafe x maid!reader 

18+ mdni!

c/w: rafe being a menace, him flirting (?) w her, some royal cameron family angst?, brief descriptions of him having sex w another woman

wc: 2.3k

also this is by no means historically accurate which is why i’m not gonna name any specific era for this xx

moodboard & introduction

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Every mid-December, the palace comes alive in an entirely novel way with the bustling preparations for the annual winter ball that the king and queen host to celebrate ‘another wonderful year’.

The once quiet and calm castle transforms into something colorful and vivid with the mouthwatering smell of cakes and pastries cooking in the ovens of the royal kitchen, along with maids and other servants whirling around the long hallways as they place intricate decorations and shiny ribbons all over the broad staircases and windows. 

She’s grateful she doesn’t have to partake in the hustle and bustle all that much since her primary duties include taking care of the prince and ensuring he has everything and anything he could possibly need.  

Although right now, she sort of wishes she could be stringing up polished ornaments or garnishing elegant baked goods because apparently, being the prince’s personal maid sometimes means sitting quietly in his bedchambers (as per his request to keep him company while he’s reading) with her own thoughts and the sounds outside the door her only source of entertainment.  

Therefore, she’s elated when he suddenly turns to face her in his armchair— flitting his eyes over to her from the hefty book that seems to have made him exasperated rather than enthralled.  

“Will you join me for a walk? All this noise is makin’ m’head hurt.”

There’s enthusiasm in the nod of her head; a yearning to see the fresh layer of snow covering the trees and painting the entire kingdom with its powdery whiteness— the aftermath of last night’s blizzard. She doesn’t think there’s anything more beautiful than the crystalline snowfall glittering under the touch of the afternoon sun— or maybe a certain pair of aquamarine eyes, but that’s beside the point.  

“That would be my pleasure, Your Highness,” she easily agrees. 

“How many times do I have to tell you how much I despise that name? There’s no need to use it when s’just me,” he scolds her before he’s straightening up and stretching out his arms over his head. 

“My apologies, it’s a habit,” she rises to her feet as well; trying her hardest not to let her eyes linger on the sliver of his stomach peeking out from underneath the silky fabric of his shirt. 

“I don’t want your apologies, want you to use my name,” he says before stepping closer— standing tall before her and forcing her to blink up at him in order to meet his eyes. “Go on, sweetheart, say it,” he practically orders; eager eyes fixed on her face.  

She hesitates under the sudden attention. He’s always seemed so fascinated by her and she doesn’t know why.  

“Um…Rafe.”  

He lets out a hum of approval. “That’s good. You ready to leave?” 

“Y— yes, uh, Rafe.”  

“Good job. Not so difficult, is it?” he coos at her almost mockingly— fingertips grazing the skin of her cheek when he tucks a loose tendril of hair back behind her ear. 

She merely shakes her head— a warmth dusting over the apples of her cheeks when his touch lingers on the side of her face afterwards. And for a moment, she thinks she’s going to drown in the lagoons of his eyes, but then he clears his throat and offers the palm of his hand for her to take.  

And it’s rather unusual for someone of his status to do; a prince who’s bound to wear the crown one day holding his maid’s hand isn’t exactly something that’s written in any book regarding the royal etiquette. However, he’s never been one to allow for dreadful rules and traditions to dictate his behavior, especially not towards her.  

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“Are you looking forward to the winter ball?” she asks when they stop by the stables to check up on his horse, Jupiter.  

“You know I hate dancin’,” he mutters out as he watches its teeth grind on the carrot he brought with him.  

She smiles because she does know, before letting out a wistful sigh. “I wish I could attend.”

“You do? Why?” he’s perplexed by her enthusiasm towards something he considers as more tedious than anything— having to plaster on a smile for an entire night and socialize with people he doesn’t necessarily care for in order to humor his father never being something he’s particularly taken delight in.  

Especially when Sarah is going to be the one receiving all of their father’s attention anyway. Not that he cares (he does) but he would appreciate it, if for once in his life, his old man would show him even an ounce of the care he seems to so easily shower his sisters in.  

“Well, I’d love to wear a ball gown, but mostly for the food,” her feather-light voice brings him back to the moment.  

“I’ll make sure to bring you a plate ‘n you can eat it in my room then, yeah?” he promises as he runs his fingers through Jupiter’s black main.  

“You would do that?”  

“If you promise not to tell the other maids or they’re gonna accuse you of gettin’ special treatment,” his tone is playful. 

“They already do that,” she points out. “They think we spend too much time together.” 

“And what do you think?” he asks, genuinely curious. 

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy your company,” she answers truthfully. After all, she has grown quite fond of Rafe throughout the years. Sometimes she just wishes he wasn’t so overwhelming, in every sense of the word. 

“Yeah?” a smirk pulls at the side of his mouth, seemingly pleased with her answer. 

She’s certain he’s well aware of the effect he has on her— the effect he has on everyone. And she thinks that he enjoys it; relishes in toying with her for his own amusement simply because he can. He can practically do anything he wants since his father is oftentimes gone for long periods of time; fulfilling his duties for the kingdom and whatnot.  

And she knows Rafe doesn’t particularly mind the fact that his father is rarely home because he’s always been hard on him, much harder than on his sisters because whether he likes it or not, he’s set off to be the new king one day. And his reputation of having female guests over more often than not whenever his father is away doesn’t necessarily help with gaining his approval.

After all, rumor travels fast around the palace.  

Rafe once admitted to her that he often felt like a disappointment, and that the pressure of everyone’s expectations sometimes made him wish he was nothing more than a stableman. After all, he does get along with horses better than he ever has with his family— it’s not exactly a secret amongst the royal court.  

“Would you wanna go for a ride with me? Think Jupiter’s gettin’ bored,” he suddenly asks.  

“Oh, I would love to but I’ve never, um, ridden a horse before,” she timidly admits. 

“No? You wanna know how it feels? You could jus’ sit behind me, don’t need to do anythin’, yeah?” he coaxes her to say yes with a seemingly sincere smile; already walking Jupiter out of its stable and leaving her no choice but to follow them outside.   

“Really?” the frosty air causes a shiver to crawl up her spine when she eyes him, hesitant.  

“Mhm. Promise nothing’s gonna happen, I’ll take care of you. ‘N I know you’ll like it, s’very freeing,” he assures her as he’s already saddling up the horse, seemingly aware that she could never refuse him of anything.  

“Okay...if you insist,” she tentatively agrees with a nod that he rewards with a beaming grin; the icy snowflakes sticking to his hair making him look like something straight out of a fairy tale.  

Then, he’s lifting her up to straddle the entirely too big of an animal that sort of still scares her— strong hands gripping onto her hips and leaving her momentarily starstruck at how effortlessly he does it; as if she weighs nothing more than the carrot Jupiter was just chewing on.  

He follows soon after, settling down in front of her with ease before looking at her over his shoulder. “Need you to hold onto me unless you wanna fall,” he instructs, seemingly reveling in the fact that he gets to be the one teaching her something new.  

“Oh, yeah, of course,” she says, gingerly setting her hands on his waist, movements uncertain.  

“Gonna need you to hold on tighter, promise I won’t bite,” he huffs out a laugh before he’s grabbing her arms and wrapping them around his middle more firmly— forcing her to fully lean against his back when the sudden clip-clopping of Jupiter’s hooves against the snow-covered cobblestone causes her to let out a surprised shriek.   

“Good?” he asks, seemingly amused at the way she’s practically clutching onto him as the cottony snow prances around them. 

She manages out a hum, wondering if he can hear her poor heart loudly thumping in her ribcage when he decides to pick up the speed some more, as if she wasn’t already terrified.  

“Rafe! Can you slow down?” she squeaks out when Jupiter seems to only accelerate further underneath them.  

“Where’s the fun in that?” he lets out a hearty chuckle in response, apparently finding amusement in her utterly frightened state while she wonders why she let herself think for even one second that he had pure intentions.  

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“Y/N? Will you go look for my son? I fear he’s once again escaped his responsibilities to God knows where,” the king requests with an exasperated sigh while she’s crouching down and helping a servant clean up the sharp pieces of a shattered wine glass— the sound of laughter and dancing flourishing around them. 

And she could swear she saw Rafe conversing with a guest only a few short moments ago. However, as she looks around in an attempt to locate the missing prince, he’s nowhere to be found.  

“Right away, Your Majesty,” she’s quick to answer with a polite smile.  

“Thank you,” he nods gratefully, seemingly fed up with his son already.  

She ensures that the poor girl who accidentally cut her finger on the broken shards is not going to faint before tiptoeing up the broad flight of stairs in order to reach the higher levels of the palace— the loud music and blooming celebrations echoing around the halls. 

“Your Highness? Are you in there?” she knocks softly on the mahogany door leading to his bedroom.  

However, she isn’t granted a response. 

“Rafe?” she tries once more before pressing her ear against the wood separating her from the muffled sounds she can now hear from the other side— brows furrowing when something akin to a whimper reaches her ears.

It sounds nothing like Rafe; it has a higher pitch, something more feminine than his usual drawl. And as she stands there, contemplating whether something is wrong or if she should just leave, the volume only amplifies.

And in a moment of cloudy judgement, she finds herself pushing down on the handle.

However, she curses her curiosity the moment the door cracks open and she’s faced with the view of some woman’s naked back. Her long, beautiful hair reminds her of lady Lydia (a daughter of one of the dukes invited to the ball) with none other than the prince himself underneath her sweaty form.  

The sheets that she changed this morning are crumpled and creased around them and without the barrier of the door, she can now hear Rafe’s low grunts as well— can see how his big hands guide her movements. And they’re both panting heavily, seemingly lost in some haze— maybe the same one that forces her to stay rooted to her spot in the doorway.  

With her eyes as wide as saucers and mouth parted, she’s not entirely sure how long she stands there for. Until out of the blue, she notices Rafe’s eyes flickering over to her— a smirk tugging at his mouth when he catches her staring. 

She tries to move her legs but they won’t listen; making his lazy grin only grow in tandem with his strained groans that seem to only increase in volume as he locks his eyes with her.  

And she can’t breathe; the air clogging her lungs instead of flowing through as her dazed mind tries to get her to do something, anything to get her to leave the room but his heady gaze seems to have hypnotized her— compelled her to stay right where she is.  

All at once, a gravelly noise rumbles from his chest— his head dropping against the cushion of his fluffy pillows, seemingly reaching some sort of a peak in his search for pleasure as the woman above him begins to slow down her movements. And that’s when she’s finally able to step away; shutting the door behind her before scurrying down the stairs with bated breaths and heart pounding in her ears.

When she reaches the bottom, she accidentally stumbles into someone holding a golden serving tray— causing it to topple over to the floor with a loud clatter. 

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes before her wobbly legs are scrambling off in an attempt to locate the nearest escape route to the garden.  

And once she’s managed to make it outdoors, she feels like she can finally breathe— the crisp December wind granting her heated skin an opportunity to cool down as she sits down on one of the wooden benches with a sigh.

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How did I never know that tumblr had filters?😭

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Guys I need a reader x Thomas fix where they’re both runners and it’s like forced proximity enemies to lovers slow burn like genuinely so bad I will explode. Bouta write it myself, but like would anyone want that? Or to write it themselves😭

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maybe it’s four am but the concept of dylan obrien is too much for me to bear some nights…

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(waving frantically to get your attention)

sooo the first chapter of my new fic "The Glade Academy" has just been posted. i'd love for you to check it out! here's the summary:

When Thomas applied for Glade Academy, the experimental boarding school started by WCKD, he wasn't anticipating just what, exactly, the term “experimental” actually meant.

Newt and Minho have been going to this school since it opened. They're starting to notice classmates disappearing; the faculty’s excuse of them moving schools seems rather unlikely.

so yeah if that sounds interesting you should give it a read or something

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not to be dramatic or anything but i'd literally die for him

which means a lot coming from a genuine man hating lesbian!🫶🏻

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Holiday Special 2024 - Building A Snowman starring Anakin Skywalker

WARNINGS: pure fluff, some cheesy suggestive content (but no actual smut, just steam), female Jedi! s/o, kinda more towards RotS Anakin here because it's after The Clone Wars.

synopsis: As Life Day approaches—and as they spend their little day trip on Hoth—Anakin and his lover both enjoy the snow.

-> note: Happy December everyone! I'm so sorry I couldn't do the first date, I unfortunately had an emergency come up and I was unable to do it. However, I hope you all enjoy some Ani fluff <3

WC: 498 words

"Kriff, I still don't understand how that's snow," Anakin murmurs, making the hood over his head tighter around him, trying to bury himself in its warmth. It was pretty cold out, especially since Hoth is literally an ice planet. But he was here for his girlfriend. She wanted to spend the day there since there was hardly any snow on Coruscant, and of course, he had packed his hardly worn winter clothes without hesitation. Whatever she wants, she gets. He would always make sure of that.

She giggles, pulling him along by his hand and leading him through the fluttery flakes that continued to fall from the sky. "Awh, c'mon. It's not that bad," she responds, still tugging him along. "Just wait until you feel it!'

"I don't want to feel it," he tells her, "never wanted to, never will. It just looks... disturbing."

"Disturbing? Really? Don't be a baby. It's literally just sand but better," she quips.

"Sand but better? I hate sand!" his voice breaks out into a yell, but he wasn't mad at her or anything. She just burst out laughing, falling into the snow when she lost her balance. Since she hadn't let go, unfortunately, it pulled him down along with her, both of them grunting at the impact.

He immediately pushed himself up with his hands, looking down at her. He couldn't help but smirk, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "If you wanted to, love, you could've just asked..."

She smacked his arm and shoved him off of her, making him start to laugh as well. Then she joined him in both laughter and taunts, putting herself on top of him, making his sudden laughing outbreak cease. "You know I prefer more romantic settings," she responds, and he leans up to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, smirking against her lips. That was his girl.

Some time later, he was using the Force to roll some snow into balls while his partner organized the things she brought to decorate their future snowman. "Snow isn't that bad," he admits, his cheeks going rosy with embarrassment. He didn't want to admit it, but he liked it. It was fluffy, wasn't irritating like sand. Sure, it got everywhere, but it just melted. Sand just... stuck.

She smiled, coming over to his side and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Told you."

And then they were both using the Force to pile them on top of one another, and they put on the accessories. Giving him eyes and a nose, and a piece of Obi-Wan's snow gear that they had secretly stolen.

"He's gonna kill us," Anakin told her as they admired their handiwork, his chin on her shoulder as he embraced her from behind.

She chuckled. "Guess we'll have to deal with it, then. Oh, whatever shall we do?"

He smirked, bringing his head up to look at her. "It doesn't matter to me what we do. It was worth seeing that smile on your face."

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the urge to fuck him when he starts rambling about nerdy shit i don't understand