#tmr gladers

[foxglove-and-foxfire-lover]

Some maze runner boys

[gladerscake]

Gally: Wow. Thomas is being really quiet today.

Newt: Yeah. It's quite nice actually.

Gally: ...

Newt: ...

Gally: We should check on him.

Newt: Immediately.

[il0veaphr0dite]

FIRST TIME’S

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

A/N: thank you all for the likes on my posts! im so happy that you guys have been enjoying my work😭����🏽 i tried a lil bit of Minhos pov this time. Enjoy!!

SUMMARY: Minho’s friends are noticing how he pays extra attention to you and encourage him to talk to you.

PARING: shy!fem!reader x Minho

WARNINGS: nothing fluff❤️

WORD COUNT: 1367

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Quiet, is what the gladers described you as.

You came into the glade 3 months ago, scared and alone. You didn't talk to anyone when you got out of the box, but, when you did it was only a few words.

It was weird for everyone to have a girl around, multiple gladers hit on you but realized it was no use when you wouldn't respond.

And when it came time to pick a job, you chose to be a Gardner. Ever since you first tried it out, you liked how it kept your mind off the fact that you were stuck in the maze.

Everyone who worked in the gardens knew you didn't like talking much, so they mostly left you to yourself, which you were grateful for.

You just finished your work in the gardens and made your way to the kitchens, you didn't eat lunch earlier so you were starving.

You grabbed a plate of Frypan’s ham sandwich and hurriedly sat down. You took a bite of the sandwich, silently thanking Frypan for his cooking skills.

You went to take another bite when you felt eyes on you. You were used to getting stared at since you were, you know, the only girl.

But this felt different. You couldn't quite describe it. You soon chose to ignore it and continued eating.

On the other end of the stare was Minho. He hadn't touched his sandwich since he saw you enter, too occupied watching you.

“Dude, stop staring it's creepy” Ben set his sandwich back on his plate, still chewing.

Minho broke his gaze, turning to Ben, “I don't know what you're talking about”, eventually picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.

“She’s going to notice soon that a random dude is staring at her,” he said, soon following Minho’s actions and taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Minho proceeded to ignore him, when Newt sat down across from Minho and Ben, setting his plate down.

“Hey Shanks, what's going on?” Minho watched as Newt took a bite out of his sandwich.

“Just eating with a creep who likes to stare at people” Ben responded jokingly causing Minho to roll his eyes.

Newt raises his brows in confusion “What are you talking about?” he asks.

“Minho’s been staring at Y/N ever since she stepped foot in here.”

“I know, this isn’t the first time,” Newt explains. “He’s been doing this ever since she came up in that box,”

Newt wasn't lying. Minho had been paying extra attention to you ever since you came to the glade.

He liked how you were in your own world, and never seemed to be bothered by anyone.

The following weeks after you came up, he couldn't understand why he couldn't stop watching you, and furthermore why his heart beat every time he saw you.

He soon found himself telling Frypan to save an extra plate for you because he noticed how you woke up late most of the time and missed breakfast.

And while Minho did all that, Newt was watching him. He could tell how he felt about you.

“Why haven’t I noticed then?” Ben's eyes widened at the new information.

“I dunno, maybe cause you’re a slinthead” Newt spoke before taking another bite out of his sandwich.

Ben raised his hand into a fist threateningly, causing Newt to put his hands up in defeat. “You should ask her to sit with us tomorrow,” Ben suggested lowering his fist.

“I dunno..” Minho said, uncertain.

Ben nudged him slightly with his elbow. “Come on”

Soon Newt found himself joining in, “What could possibly happen?”

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And so that day Minho found himself asking you to sit with them.

You were in the gardens planting tomato seeds. You put the bag of seeds down to tuck your hair behind your ear when you see a pair of boots in front of you.

It was Minho.

He came back from the maze to see you working in the gardens, remembering what Ben and Newt said, he gathered the courage to ask you.

You stood up from your kneeling position, brushing you pants off.

“Hey uhh, Would you, maybe, want to sit with me and a couple of other gladers during dinner?” Minho asked, hoping his nervousness wasn't showing.

You were more than surprised, you were dumbfounded. You would have expected anyone to ask you that, but not Minho. Your heart was beating and you couldn't understand why.

You knew who he was. I mean, the man was gorgeous with his black hair and buff arms and he knows it. He had an amazing smile and furthermore, he was a runner.

So why was he asking you, a quiet girl who barley speaks, to have dinner with him and his friends?

You didn't know why.

“I..uhh..sure,” you said barely above a whisper.

“Okay, well I'll see you at, uhm, dinner” Minho kept his composure before turning around.

He couldn't believe it. You said yes. He made a mental note to thank Ben and Newt later.

He walked to the map room grinning from ear to ear.

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Later that day, Minho found himself waiting for you at the same table with Newt across from him and Ben to his left.

“What if she doesn't come?” Minho said, bouncing his leg up and down.

“Minho, it's dinner, where else would she go?” Ben rolled his eyes as Newt laughed at his response.

Minho’s leg stopped bouncing as he caught sight of you. You walked towards them with a ham sandwich (again) making eye contact with Minho.

Ben and Newt followed Minho’s gaze to you walking towards them.

“uhm..hi” you said, holding your plate awkwardly.

“Hey Y/N”

“Hey”

Newt and Ben looked at Minho, waiting for him to reply to you.

“Hey” he finally met out.

Newt patted the spot next to him. You sat next to him and set down your plate, and soon after that the conversation between them began to flow.

“I only tripped one time!” Ben argued.

Newt and Minho laughed before Newt continued“I saw you trip at least five times and that was this week alone”

You found yourself joining in the laughter.

“Come on Y/N!, not you too,” Ben said in defeat.

You laughed, “I'm sorry, I can't help it.

He watched you, laughing, he’d never seen anything so beautiful. You'd always been so quiet, this was the first time he'd seen you laugh.

Ben nudged him in the arm “You're staring” he whispered.

Minho quickly looked away, not wanting to seem creepy.

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After a while, you all cleaned up. You were all planning to take a walk together but Ben and Newt said they had to leave so it was just you and Minho.

You and Minho were now walking together.

“How was the maze?” you asked softly.

That was the second time Minho had heard you speak above a whisper today. The first being when you apologized to Ben earlier.

“It was the same, nothing new yet. How were the gardens?”

“Nothing new either unless you find planting tomatoes interesting”

Minho chuckled. This was now the first time Minho had heard you tell a joke. It seemed he heard a lot of first’s today.

It turned silent after that. Not an awkward silence, a comfortable one.

You felt Minho’s fingers brush against yours as your fingers interlocked.

He turned towards you to find you blushing.

This had now been the first time he saw you blushing.

“I was wondering, uhm, would you want to go on a date with me?” he asked “ Only if you want to I'm not going to make you do anything you-”

“I’d love to,” you said.

He stopped walking and turned towards you.

“Okay..well, uhm, great”

“Yeah,” you said giggling.

You look up, locking eyes with him.

You wrap your arms around his waist as he wraps his around your shoulder.

Minho lifts his head to see Newt and Ben hiding behind a tree. “Shuck”

“What?” She questions.

“Nothing” He looks back at Ben and Newt to see them giving him a thumbs up.

A smile grew on his face.

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[crazysheeplyca]

hi! can I make a request for your incorrect maze runner prompts? I think they’re freaking hilarious, I can’t 🤣 you should do one for where y/n meets gally for the first time after he dies (you know that scene where thomas punches the crap outta him for killing chuck); he makes eye contact with you and is like hey. it turns out like that one scene in Harry Potter (prt. 1, movie version) when ron comes back, and hermione attacks him. “you don’t show your face around for weeks! and you come back and you say hey.” and he’s like, “of course, I just saved your life, why would that change anything?” 🤣 that scene just cracks me up, every time 👌

(I totally love the idea! So I hope you will enjoy this one !)

Gally made eye contact with Y/n.

Gally with a small grin : Hey

Y/n swing at him, their punch landing right in his jaw

Gally : Why the shuck did you punch me Y/n ?! I mean I understand for Thomas but you !?

Y/n : How dare you ! You've been supposedly dead for more than six month and you come back like nothing happened with a stupid 'hey' !?

Gally : I just saved all of you, doesn't that make up for it ?

Y/n groaning : You're stupid and I hate you

Gally smugly : I know you love me

Y/n mumbling while hugging him : Shut up

[lucidd-lemon]

thomas only realizing the true extent of his feelings after he already lost newt. mourning not only what they already had but what they could have been

[harveylovesmike]

- Ranata Suzuki

[scorchedmazes]

minally ficlet (or ramble) that came to me randomly after rewatching tdc:

minho turned and found gally laying with his back to him. for once, minho had been the big spoon the night prior to this morning.

minho smiled to himself, kissing the back of gally’s neck gently, careful not to wake the taller boy.

he paused, suddenly, feeling a strange scar at the base of gally’s skull. he’d never seen this one before, partially because minho is a good four inches shorter than gally and because he’s not usually the one spooning him.

gally stirred as minho ran his finger over the still puffy scar, carefully, so he doesn’t hurt him.

“what’re you doing, shank?”, gally muttered, half asleep.

“where’d you get this one from? i know my spear didn’t hit you this high”, minho whispered, pressing a small kiss to the scar so gally knew what he was talking about.

“..oh”, gally then turned to face minho, grazing his lips over minho’s forehead. minho closed his eyes, embracing the gentle kiss.

“when we were in the last city, rescuing you.. teresa took our trackers out that wckd placed into us”, minho froze, suddenly tensing up. gally wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

“min, talk to me”, minho nodded, leaning into gally’s chest. gally hugged him tightly, grounding him.

“it’s just.. i didn’t know we had trackers”, gally frowned, kissing the top of minho’s head. the puzzle pieces then clicked together.

minho never got his tracker removed.

“you still have yours.. don’t you?”, though gally feared he already knew the answer. minho nodded, feeling the back of his neck where the tracker was on gally.

gally reached a hand up and touched the back of minho’s neck, feeling the small lump where the tracker was buried.

“oh.. we can take care of it.. you know?”, gally moved his hand back down, tilting minho’s head up so he was looking at him.

“mm, i guess.. i’m scared they can still track me, they could come back and find us, gal”, minho closed his eyes, leaning into gally’s hand.

“min.. wckd is gone, remember? they won’t ever hurt you again”, gally ran a hand up and down minho’s scar covered arms, still feeling every puncture wound, cut, and any other mark wckd created on minho’s body.

“i know, i know. it just.. still feels like they’re going to come back, finish what they started or something”, gally’s heart broke for his boyfriend, knowing that he’s done everything in his power to stop minho from feeling like this. though, it still happens. sometimes minho doesn’t even think gally is real, he’s a hallucination. it shatters gally every single time.

“we’ll take care of it, together. i promise”, minho nodded, snuggling back into his safe space, which happened to be gally’s chest, tracing the scar that sits right above his lung. gally makes a mental note to take him to the medjacks later and get the tracker removed.

[impossiblebird]

— Kiersten White

[just-a-casual-newtasaur]

The Shadow In Your Eyes

The Shadow In Your Eyes (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1367 words (Finally a long one)

Warnings: illness, madness/insanity, hints at murder, violence, death, (once again my having no idea what to put here)

Summary: the flare is spreading through Newt quicker than you could ever have imagined, it won’t be long before the boy you loved is lost forever.

you cannot even bring yourself to look at him, for, if you did, you would not see the smiling, brown eyed boy you love, but a pale, dark vein streaked, stranger.

the other gladers seemed to be keeping their distance too, not out of fear or spite, but merely because watching someone you love, slowly die, and you can do nothing but watch, is too hard.

you take a deep breath and move to sit beside Newt, causing many turned heads. he looks sideways at you, causing you to shift away from him in discomfort.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite”. his voice comes out harsher than you knew it would if he wasn’t infected. you still can’t meet his eyes, as though scared you will see madness, or perhaps hatred, staring back at you.

the boys are looking up now, eyes fixed on you and Newt, not speaking. Newt looks around, realises everyone is staring and stands up.

he limps out of the room, and after a moment’s hesitation, you follow him.

you peep your head around the frame of the door, to see Newt sitting cross legged, his chin in his hands.

“What do you want”. his voice comes out hoarse yet without that harsh tone. you decide it’s safe to move closer, and rest a hand on his shoulder, “it’s going to be ok”

he shoved your hand away, “it’s not going to be bloody ok, lying to yourself isn’t going fix this, fix me. I’m getting worse y/n, I can feel it.

“Newt, listen to me”

“no! you listen to me,” he was shouting now “do you really think that me knowing you all, will stop me from killing you”

“Newt-“ you reach out your arm to him.

“Get away from me!” his eyes blaze with a maddened anger as he shoves you, hard, sending you sprawling across the floor.

horror crosses Newt’s face as he sees what he’s done, he rushes towards you but you back away, drawing your knees up to your chin, just as Minho and Thomas ran into the room.

“we heard you shouting Newt and-“ Minho breaks off as he sees you sitting huddled in a corner on the floor, with Newt, standing near you, a hand over his mouth.

Minho and Thomas hurry towards you, standing between your curled up body and Newt. “Minho, Thomas, what are you doing?”, Newt says in a shaky voice.

“What we have to” Thomas looks grimly at his friend. Minho nods at him, lifts you into his arms, and Thomas keeps his eyes on Newt as you are carried from the room.

“are you alright”. Minho begins checking you for injuries. you nod, a little shakily, still shocked and speechless.

the boy looks at you, “it’s not a very nice experience, the flare”. you shake your head vigorously. “me and Thomas will talk to Newt, don’t worry, we won’t let it happen again”

Thomas and Newt enter the room at that moment, Thomas grim faced and Newt still shaken, approaching you slowly. you move backwards, afraid and hurt flashes in Newt’s dark eyes before he turns away.

you sit between Thomas and Minho, who are whispering to each other, and stare at your hands.

whenever you glance up, which was next to never, Newt sat alone, shivering slightly, his chin resting on his knees.

evidently, the other graders had either been told, or had heard, you and Newt’s fight, the latter seeming more likely. all the boys had crowded on one side of the room, as though trying to put as much distance between themselves and the sandy haired boy.

he fiddled with his fingerless gloves, the thin cotton going nothing to hide the dark veins snaking up them. it was clear to everyone, that Newt was not the same Newt as they knew from the Glade.

the stranger was harsher, colder, and had broken a whispered promise you had heard too many times to count. “I promise I will never hurt you y/n”

but this was not the Newt that made those promises. this was not the Newt that held you as you wept for Chuck. not the Newt that would hug you when he saw you return from the maze. not the Newt who would hold you when the nightmares plagued your sleep.

not the Newt that decorated your hair with chains of daisies. the Newt that would laugh when you weaved flowers through his hair. not the Newt that would let you lie of his lap, pointing out the pretty shadows the leaves cast. the Newt that would stroke your hair until he heard your breathing go heavy.

that Newt was gone now. to a place you would never reach him again.

it made your heart break to see the boy that would always comfort you, the kind track hoe, the friend that would bring you baskets of strawberries, decorated with flowers, sitting their, blank eyed, staring at his thin fingers.

you wanted to move forward to comfort him, yet even if Minho or Thomas, or heck even Newt himself, let you, it was not a good idea.

looking at his lost, pale face, it seemed hard to realise that this, blank, vacant youth, was the same smiling sandy haired boy from the glade.

the Flare had broken his mind, worse than the fall had broken his leg.

night had fallen and the boys were laying down, using packs to prop up their heads and each others heat to warm them.

your eyes watched the lonely boy curl up by himself, wrapping his hands around his knees. you felt your eyes close, but you cannot sleep. after a moment or maybe it was hours, the breathing around you grows steady and you believe everyone is asleep. that was before movement caught your eye.

you watch through your eyelashes as the dark shape of Newt shifts slowly towards you, looking left and right to make sure that others were indeed asleep.

your stomach sinks with fear and apprehension as he reaches out a hand towards you. but instead of doing the many things that race each other through your mind, he brushes a stray hair from your eyes, gently.

not moving you watching through squinted eyelids as he strokes your hair with his thumb, his eyes, even in the dark, glazed in sadness.

you relax, slightly, beginning to drift off to sleep when a loud creak makes you jump, Newt’s head snaps around, and the boys jerk awake, Thomas and Minho already on their feet.

the blonde boy tries to scurry back to his corner, unnoticed, but Thomas grabs his ankle and holds him fast.

“what were you doing to y/n” he demands

“nothing. get off of me” Newt struggles to free his leg from his friend’s grip but to no avail.

“answer me. you expect us to trust you around her after today?”

Newt’s face lost all the gentleness of a few minutes ago, and is shadowed by anger. “get off of me” he screams, making the other boys jump. he lunges for Thomas only to be dragged down by Minho and a few other gladers who hold him to the ground.

“I’m not going to ask you again” Thomas looks at Newt seriously.

“let go. let go. let go.” his voice sounds almost childlike, nothing like his own. it was as though someone else were speaking for Newt.

Thomas flattens his hand, and brings it down hard on the boy’s injured leg. he screams so loudly you’re surprised you don’t hear the shattering of glass.

Newt stops struggling, his breath ragged, looking almost on the verge of tears. but you knew that Newt wouldn’t cry, no matter how sick or shucked up in the head he was.

Thomas and Minho take advantage of this and drag him into a side room, slamming the door. they both look at each other, pained expressions on their faces.

they tell everyone to get some sleep, but they all know none of them will. not with the cracked screams and thumps coming from the side room.

[toby-du-coeur]

au: they finally escape the maze and it's just....

inspiration

at the request of @dumb-bi-thomas

[nomoreusername]

Maze Runner Slang

Group A

• Glade is their Maze

• Gladers is the boys who live in it

• Greenie/Greenbean is the new boy in the Maze each month

• Shuck is the censored version of fuck

• Shucking is the same thing

• Slinthead is an insult

• Shank/shuckface is a playful insult used by friends

• Jacked is a censored way if saying screwed (usually a name you call someone)

• Klunk is the censored version is shit

• Good that is I agree

Group B

• Stick means shank. It's the only cannon word. Everything else is fanmade

• Glen is their Glade. It's got the opposite weather (cold, snowy, etc...). Spring and Vale are other but more niche names

• Blondie is Greenie/Greenbean

• Finch is shuch

• Flinching is shucking

• Crackhead is slinthead

• Finchface is shuckface

• Clapped is jacked

• Klank is klunk

• Fancy that is good that

[gladerscake]

Gally *eyeing Y/N* While we're there, I expect you all to be on your best behavior.

Y/N: Why are you looking at me?

Gally: Was I?

Y/N: Yes, and you still are.

[il0veaphr0dite]

WORRIED

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A/N: first story!! feel free to give me feedback and enjoy!!

Warnings: nothing really just a little fluff ig

Word count: 843

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He's late.

Minho’s never late

You were starting to get worried.

You begin to pace back and forth, running all the possible scenarios through your mind

Did a griever sting him during the time?

Is he hurt?

Is Alby dead?

Yesterday, Ben was stung by a griever in the daytime. That night, Minho told you that tomorrow, he and Alby would go back to the maze and retrace Ben's steps.

That same night he told you, you lay awake on your hammock with a sinking feeling in your stomach causing you to get minimum sleep that night.

You planned to wake up early that next morning to say goodbye to him. Unfortunately, you were too late.

That whole day you couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

You were in the Medhut cleaning up when you heard voices outside. You left the hut and jogged to the commotion.

Many gladers were surrounding the maze with torches in their hands. You slow down walking toward Newt to ask what happened.

“They should be back by now,” Newt said, gesturing toward the maze. Your heart dropped, and that sinking feeling in your gut got worse.

“What happens if they don't make it?” Thomas questions standing between you and Newt.

“They're gonna make it,” Newt argues.

Thomas continued arguing about how they should send someone in there but you were too worried to care besides, you knew that was against the rules.

You were deep in thought when you were interrupted by the maze doors closing. The gladers, including you, started to panic.

“There!” Thomas shouted pointing toward something at the end of the corridor.

It was Minho and Alby but something was wrong.

Alby seemed to be unconscious.

“Hurry!” She heard gladers cheering him on and soon she found herself joining in.

“Come on Minho”

“Just a little more!”

“You can make it!”

“Minho, you gotta leave him!” But you knew Minho too well, he would never.

The doors were about to close when suddenly, Thomas ran through them.

“Thomas, No!” you hear Chuck shout trying to grab his hand but failing.

And just like that Minho, Alby, and Thomas were stuck in the maze

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Everyone was getting ready to set up camp outside for the night.

You sat on the grass near the wall when Newt walked toward you with a sleeping bag in one hand and a plate with a sandwich in the other.

You accepted both, thanking him.

“Eat up and get some rest,” he advised you as he walked away to his sleeping bag.

You tossed and turned all night wishing you could have run into the maze instead of Thomas.

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“Y/N, the doors are about to open,” Newt spoke out, shaking you awake.

You got up and hurried with Newt to the maze doors and pushed through the crowd as the doors began to open.

The corridor was empty. You couldn't believe it.

“Minho!” You yell out waiting for a response.

Silence echoed through the maze.

Newt placed a hand on your shoulder “They're not coming back Y/N,”

You turn around to look at him, shaking your head. “There has to be something we can do!” You argue.

“No way!” Chuck lets out.

You turn around to see Thomas and Minho helping Alby to the Glade.

“Yeah!”

Gladers begin to cheer them on. You were filled with so much happiness you also began cheering them on.

“I got him,” Jeff says, laying Alby on the ground.

“Did you see a griever?” Chuck questions.

“Yeah, I saw one”

“He didn't just see it, he killed it,” Minho explains.

They immediately decide to call a meeting.

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After the meeting and the new Greenie, You went up to the tree house tired and overwhelmed with all the events that happened.

You were too deep in thought when suddenly another pair of feet were next to you.

“Hi”

“Hi,” You let out barely above a whisper.

“How are you doing?” he asks, you let out a small laugh “ I should be the one asking you that.”

He chuckles, Then it goes silent again.

You turn to face him but you find him already looking at you. You wrap your arms around him. He stiffens at first then wraps his arms around your waist.

“I was worried about you” You whisper, not sure if he heard you.

“Who wouldn't miss my handsome face?” he says, causing you to laugh and hug him tighter.

You finally let go, looking him in the eyes.

“Promise me you'll always come back,”

He node “I promise”

You stare into his eyes, as he stares into yours.

He then began moving closer towards you.

You closed your eyes and then felt a pair of soft lips on yours.

You kissed him back passionately.

After a while, you both pull away to catch your breath.

“I'm guessing that means you like me too?” he says, staring at you with a slight blush on his cheek.

You nod, pulling him in for another kiss.

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[zuzufromtheafterlife]

In His Arms

The hammock swayed back and forth, a rocking endorsed by Thomas' leg as it hung over the side, Newt felt himself slowly slipping further.

His eyes were drooping while his head lay tucked into Thomas' chest. The hand running through his hair wasn't helping much either, soothing nails scratching across his scalp. It was as if a spell had been cast over him, urging him to finally close his eyes and fall asleep.

Most nights it would be difficult, the screeching maze too loud, but under Thomas' care and the stars above, he couldn't find it within himself to resist.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[newtsmas]

gally and thomas literally fight like unrepentant children. they’re so stupid. i Love them. they’d definitely stick their tongues out at eachother and blow raspberries. fucking children.

like seriously they’re just irresponsible idiots fighting about nothing important i can imagine them saying ���nu uh” “yuh huh” back and forth for Like 20 minutes. idiots..

and i can also picture gally saying something like “thomas you’re so stupid” and thomas repeats it back in a stupid voice going “nyeh nyeh nyeh” like that dhit 😭😭

[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

masterlist

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.

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not the cheesy ending…