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#oh oh his eyes #q #ch: stiles stilinski

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#what a close up #q #dob

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#thomas. #thats it #q #ch: thomas

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“ you breathe life into my soul. “ with thomas

Warnings : surprise surprise something fluffy has turned angst... someone stop me

"YOU BREATHE LIFE INTO MY SOUL."

You sighed gently as he spoke, contentedness encapsulating you both as you laid with entangled limbs. The chain of sweet nothings was pressed against your temple by Thomas' lips, their plumpness grazing your skin ever so slightly, provoking soft shivers to gather along your spine. The transient moment of tranquillity was a rarity during these times - the heartbreak of WCKD's kidnappings within the mountains still weighing heavily upon everyone's hearts. It hit Thomas especially hard; the high expectations of his bravery and devoted leadership taking their toll with every backfired escape plan. He needed to save them, all of them, and it scared you to think that he would literally do whatever it took to fulfil that desperation.

Your head lulled to the side, cheek meeting his shoulder as a nuzzle was soon drilling its way into the crook of his neck. Thomas pulled his arm closer around your body, your chest now situated over his and in prime position to feel the steady beating of his heart. It was a melody of brief serenity - a song that was quick to soothe your fluttering eyes as they began to close. You welcomed the breeze that wafted over the adjacent ocean, and for a moment, a fleeting reminiscence of simpler times, you felt as if you were back in the Glade again. Through closed eyelids, you could picture the dense green forestry outlining the perimeter behind the shacks, balmy rays of sunshine casting over your makeshift society. You could feel your skin absorbing its warmth as you relished in the simplicity that you had taken for granted.

Thomas was holding you against his frame with such vigour - the same protectiveness he possessed when you were between those four closed-in walls of the maze. The hammock you two laid within rocked gently when he moved the arm that was priorly thrown behind his head, the improvised pillow now dragging over your hip until you were properly embraced within his clutch. His chest was thumping; a race of beats that you could feel so incredibly close as if they were reverberating from your very own chest. Your eyes gazed up at Thomas' scrunched eyebrows and chewed lip, swelling evident from the harsh bite that was digging into their usual plump complexion. He was panicking.

"Tom?" You questioned lightly, watching as his eyes were darting in every direction but toward your worried expression. Sadness was toying with your frowned lips, your own eyes widening with complete empathy as Thomas was unraveling before you. A gentle coo left your lips, a whispered tone, enough to grasp his attention and maintain it with the hand that now cupped his cheek. You allowed your thumb to delicately caress the dark circles under his amber hues as you offered him a reciprocated subdued smile. "Tommy, please don't blame yourself. I know you've been hearing it a lot lately, but you truly are a hero, you're my hero. You've done so much for us all, okay? This isn't your fault."

His head shook, arms squeezing around your smaller frame as if he were afraid you'd slip through his fingers. He did blame himself, he would always blame himself. "Minho was taken because I couldn't protect him. They were all fucking taken, right in front of us, and I couldn't do anything to stop it-"

"You did everything you could, don't you for a second think that WCKD's doings and mistakes are because of you. That's bullshit, Tommy." Your tone was firm as you caught his eyes, hoping that the sincerity that had sheathed your words was enough to prompt even the littlest bit of understanding. It was an ongoing struggle that he endured every day, and seeing the pain that he carried so heavily upon his shoulders was painful enough for you too.

Thomas sighed deeply, leaning down to place a tender peck on your forehead. He let his lips sit against your skin as a form of comfort, your thumb still rubbing at the signs of stress that adorned his skin. He swallowed the lump that had gathered in his throat, an attempt to push down the distress that craved to near the surface. He didn't want to show weakness - the boy felt as if he couldn't afford to, not when the lives of so many people literally sat within his palms. He had to be the strong leader, however, even that felt farfetched within this moment.

His voice was raspy, scratching at the hoarseness now within his throat. When projected, he couldn't surpass a mere whisper as the lump of anxiety gathering within him grew to the point of near breathlessness, "I'm just scared. What if I can't save them? So many people are relying on me, and I-I-I can't even come up with a fucking decent plan..." Thomas was strangled - caught in a chokehold from his profound ascendancy. You could see more evidently now the distress and apprehension clouding his amber-filled eyes, and it provoked every possible ounce of empathy to course its way through your veins. You continued to frown, a reciprocation of the pained expression playing upon Thomas' own features. He whispered once more, "I know I'm here with you, with the others, but Y/N... I-I've never felt so alone."

"Thomas, you're not alone. You'll never be alone." You replied immediately, pushing your body into a slightly more upright position. You hovered over his frame, the hammock rocking again from your movements, but you never took your eyes off his. You were sure that he could see the small development of glassiness overtaking your gaze now, the saddened sentiments that fell so easily from his lips only making you want to cry out with the wrenching of your heart. He was too good for this world, but he couldn't see it, and it broke a small part of you.

You released your bottom lip after realizing you'd taken it capture, hands careful as they cupped Thomas' cheeks and pulled his focus completely toward you. A deepened breath was released, "Tommy, my sweetheart, you're doing everything that you can and the colony knows it. It shouldn't all be on you. We're a team, a family, and we'll rescue Minho and the others together... even if it means we have to pick them all up one by one and carry them home ourselves-"

"-Wait!" He was sharp, quick, a change in demeanor that you couldn't see coming as he interjected your speech of encouragement.

You were taken aback but didn't dare interrupt his chain of thought - after all, you knew that tone, you knew that look of lightbulb moments and heroism - he had an idea. The hold his arm had over your back tightened as he squeezed your waist, feet kicking forward slightly so that he could push himself further into an upright position. You were in awe as you watched his eyes dart back and forth, the corner of his lips quirking into a small smile of hopefullness.

"Not... not one by one, but, together...?" He spoke quietly, moreso to himself, but you still glanced at him with widened eyes and a glowing smile of your own. A moment of silence passed before he released a sudden chuckle of disbelief, the way his arms encircled around you prompting the material you sat within to rock with utter excitement. Your chest shook with joyousness, a giggle sounding against his ear as Thomas peppered your cheek with inconsistent patterns of kisses, your arms sliding over his shoulders to anchor yourself.

"Are you going to tell me your grand idea or just leave me waiting here, Tom?" You sounded, one of your hands stroking through the grown-out locks at the nape of his neck. He eventually pulled away from the deep rose blush of your cheek, still adorned with moistened marks from his lips. His smile had grown, substantially, and he finally looked like the Thomas that you fell so deeply in love with.

"You... you came up with it, kinda, I mean... Y/N, why can't we carry them home? But not one by one-"

"-Together." Your voices tied in unison, the proposition that he crafted so expeditiously now becoming so obvious, so possible. It was as if you could feel your pupils dilate, eyebrows reaching toward your hairline when the puzzle pieces finally fell into place.

You continued to question the boy as your hands fell from his shoulders, settling with splayed fingers over the thumping of his chest, "The train carriages?" Thomas' head nodded, pulling your frame closer to his until you near merged into one. It felt like fire as his fingers brushed against your cheek, delicate moments made to tuck stray hairs behind your ear. It wasn't until he cupped your face, though, that you finally leaned into his welcoming touch and embraced the warmth that he always provided you.

"Exactly..." He started, deep swirls of whisky pouring into your eyes as he stared intently at you, "Carry them together, in the train carriages. It's idiotic and dangerous, but it's possible. Y/N... we could actually make this work."

It was hasty as you pushed into the boy, placing a firm kiss against his lips, a sigh pushed against your own as he kissed back. You were surrounded by pride for Thomas, and by a love that only grew more with every step you took together. You gently pulled back, your forehead dropping against his as you smiled brightly, "You did it, Tommy."

"No, we did it."

#THE CUTEST SHIT EVER??? #AND THE ENDING #COULD NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT #fic recs: thomas

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#pretty boy #q #dob

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Well, I'm fantastic now because of YOUUUU! I hope you're amazing and settled and having the time of your life, otherwise I'll have to march over there and fix it myself 😫💖💖

AAA IM HONORED 😭🫶 it’s been great here but it’s a bit tough for the past few weeks :(( BUT AAA I MISS U SM I MISS TUMBLR WE SHOULD CATCH UP MORE

#missing jemma hours #mutuals <3

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krisss 🥺💖💕

omg hi hi hiii!! sorry it’s been a while since i was active :(( hruu??? how’ve u been??? miss u smm <3

#mutuals <3

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#hot hot hot #q #dob

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Dylan O'Brien with Joe Keery on set of ‘The Education of Fredrick Fitzell’ (source)

#dylan and joe???? when did this happen??? #saw a post somewhere that said steve harrington is st’s stiles stilinski #couldnt agree more #and this is the crossover i needed after seeing that post #q

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#he remembers that because it hurt his character’s pride #also self-high-five

#a cutie #q #dob

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#boy oh boy oh boy #q #ch: thomas

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“I have a pretty severe freezing problem. But I am working on it.”

Love and Monsters (2020) dir. Michael Matthews

#ch: joel dawson #q

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Dylan as Nightwing v. Dylan as The Flash v. Dylan being considered as the lead in multiple superhero franchises while commenting on literally none of it and liking tweets about how men aren't eating girls out enough instead FIGHT

#he is wild wild #q #dob

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#fetus dyl #moles moles moles #the arm cross fuck #q #dob

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#he’s so hot for this #fuck #q #c: stiles stilinski

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Dylan O’Brien as Joel Dawson in Love and Monsters (2020) dir. Michael Matthews

#joel my baby #q #ch: joel dawson

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Scorch Trials Cast Plays Wheel of Dares

#it does make sense… #q #dob